diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work1a.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work1a.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e7caa338 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work1a.txt @@ -0,0 +1,271 @@ +Copyright (c) 1997 Drifter . ALL Rights Reserved + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +by writing mrdouble@airmail.net + + + +SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS + + Enough of This + Back To Work - Part 1a + + Beth and Bill had been "happily" married for some 16 years. +Things had gone quite well for them in just about all possible +departments.... financially, personally,... they enjoyed doing +just about everything together. In the beginning it all was very +good, especially the sex. They both loved sex. They would spend +entire weekends in bed screwing in all it's many variations. + + Beth had been a virgin when she first started dating Bill. +She had relinquished that in the back seat of his car on one +sweet night when she was 17. After that night she couldn't get +enough of a lot of things with Bill, especially sex. Unknown to +Bill she frequently supplemented the cock he gave her with that +of her younger brother. But those are other stories. + + They had been married when Beth was 17 and Bill 20. Beth +had gotten pregnant within a month of their wedding. Three kids +had come in rapid succession, one each year as they made it +through college together. Then Beth had her tubes tied, three +were enough. The kids seem to demand all of her attention for +the next few years. + + Then one day shortly after Jenny's 15th birthday, she +realized she and Bill hadn't had sex for several months. She +wasn't really sure how many. She had stopped screwing her brother +years before when the kids started coming. She could not remember +when she had sex last. + + That day she took a long look at herself in the full length +mirror and decided if she were Bill she wouldn't want to have sex +with that women either. Then she wondered where Bill was getting +laid. It was sure that he wasn't doing without... not Bill. As +she looked herself over again in the mirror she really didn't +blame him... she was curious though who he was screwing? + + Her "renovation" as she called it started immediately and +within a year she was the same size she was when they married +(38-23-35), gorgeous with long red hair and beautiful green eyes. +She and Jenny looked a lot alike. Jenny at 15 was a young copy +of her Mom. Beth used Jenny as her model in her "renovation". +She knew she was getting close when she could wear Jenny's +clothes. Not that she would want to except for a few of them. +They were pretty funky for Beth. + + She also she was getting back to her old self as she seemed +to be horny all the time lately. Then one day as she was working +out in a skin tight exercise outfit, her now 15 year old son, +Steven, had whistled at her and said, + + "Wow Mom you are really getting to be a babe, I wish my +girlfriend looked like that." + + Beth glowed within and gave her son a big hug of real +appreciation. It shocked her when as she held Steven close to her +she felt her pussy start to get wet. 'Damn I have to get laid, I +am getting turned on by my own son.' + + Even their youngest daughter Karen, at 14 now, had commented +how "Fab" her Mom was looking. + + "I hope I look more like you soon Mom, maybe then the boys +will notice me." + + Karen already had a great little body. Only her boobs +hadn't quite gotten to the size of Jenny's or her Mom's. It was +only by comparison that Karen was a little behind. + + Everyone noticed the new Beth but Bill. To Beth's great +disappointment he seemed to have lost interest in sex, certainly +in sex with her. He was almost totally wrapped up in work and +sports. He had gotten in the habit of falling asleep on the +couch most nights. Then waking up just long enough to fall in +bed and sleep again. Beth figured it was either that he was +screwing his sweet young secretary or that she was boring, +probably both. Her only exposure to life these days was as a Mom +and a housewife. Not too exciting she had to admit. + + But with her new body came new energies. The kids pretty +well took care of themselves now and they were good about helping +around the house. Then one night Beth announced that she was +going to get a job. Bill looked at her and smiled, + + "If that's what you want to do Beth, fine." + + And that was all he had to say about it. Two weeks later +she was the receptionist for a lawyer in town named Jack Roach. + + Jack was about the same age as Beth and she thought him +quite handsome. Her duties were to look inviting, answer the +phone and greet his clients. The office consisted of her outside +office/waiting room with an equipment closet and Jack's larger +very well appointed office, complete with a huge desk and a huge +leather couch, assorted chairs, a bar and stuff. + + Jack and Beth got along great right from the start. Jack was +extremely nice to her, frequently telling her how nice she +looked, and what a lucky man her husband was. He also was very +appreciative of her work, how she made his clients feel right at +home, and how he was always eager to get to the office because +Beth was so pleasant to be with. Beth of course ate it up, +coming from her boss, a good looking hunk he own age. It had +been so long since any one had been so "sweet" to her that she +too was always eager to get to the office. + + She even enjoyed the way he looked at her full firm body. +Frequently she would catch him looking down the front of her +blouse. Her reaction to this was to smile to her self and +thereafter she made sure that one or two buttons were undone so +that he might have a nicer view. 'If he was interested enough to +look then he should have something to look at', she thought to +herself. It had been some time since anyone, well anyone but her +teen age son, looked at her beautiful breasts with interest. She +replaced all of her 'servicable' bras with new, half cup +transparent lacey ones of all colors. They just barely covered +her nipples. She learned that if you folded the bra a little the +nipples were exposed. That made her feel so sexy. + + It wasn't long after that until Beth started fantasizing +about having sex with Jack. It became more and more frequent and +soon Beth sat at her desk with her panties slightly wet most of +the time. 'Oh if he would just try something with me....', she +thought to her self. That surprised her as she realized she was +ready, hell eager, to be unfaithful to her husband of 16 years. +Then she thought, 'I wont be giving away anything he uses +anyway'. + + One afternoon when things were really dead, Jack asked Beth +into his office and handed her a glass of wine and said, + + "Beth sweetheart, this is your sixth month anniversary. I +thought we should celebrate with a glass of wine." + + She loved the recognition and soon they had another glass of +wine, and then another and Beth was feeling very relaxed, i.e. no +pain. She surprised herself when Jack ran his eyes over her trim +body and mentioned what a great figure she had and commented how +he was envious of her husband, having such a gorgeous and sexy +wife in his bed. + + She had surprised Jack and herself when she replied, + + "He wouldn't know if he had an elephant in bed with him +Jack. He falls asleep every night on the couch.... and he hasn't +touched me in years." + + Jack looked down at her as she lewaned forward on the couch, +her twin beauties nicely in view and sighed, + + "What a waste sweetheart. You are lovely and your body sure +turns me on. I can't believe your husband. How can you stand to +do without sex? Jan, my wife lost interest in sex when our only +child was born. Is that something that just happens when a women +has kids?" + + Karen laughed, + + "No Jack, some of us get even hornier. Sure makes it tough +when no one wants you." + + The phone rang then and perhaps delayed the inevitable. It +was Karen, in dire need for her mother to help her find something +critical like a blouse. Beth told her she would be right there +and hung up. It was almost quitting time anyway. + + Then she stood up and said to Jack, + + "You asked how I could stand to do without sex. I didn't +think I had any option... until lately. How do you cope with +it?" + + Jack smiled, + + "If I tell you do you promise not to hate me? If you +promise, in the morning I will share my secret with you, but now +Karen is in dire straights I gather, so git." + + Beth walked up to Jack and gave him a big hug saying + + "Thank you for being so sweet to me." + + Jack held her close for a second with his hands resting +lightly on her trim ass saying just lightly patting, + + "Maybe I have an ulterior motive fair damsel. Perhaps you +should be leery of my sweetness." + + She squeezed him again in the hug thinking how good it felt +to be held in a man's arms again but she said, + + "I don't even care Jack. I like the attention, I really +need the attention." + + She kissed him lightly on the lips and left. + + *** + + As she drove home the wine slowly wore off and she began to +wonder how Jack coped with lack of sex with his wife. She smiled +and thought, 'he must have a mistress, maybe several'. The +thought of Jack with one or more women in bed really turned her +on. For a moment she fantasized about one of them being her. + + The next morning when Jack came in, Beth poured them both a +large cup of coffee and walked into his office. She gave him his +coffee and she looked at him and said, + + "Your court case this morning has been postponed until next +week, your next appointment is after lunch. And OK I promise." + + Jack smiled and looked at her appreciatively thinking, 'She +really looks good this morning. Tight skirt really shows off her +great ass, and that blouse really hugs those big tits. Damn I +would love to share those with her.' but he said, + + "You promise what"? + + She smiled and replied, + + "You said if I promised I wouldn't get mad at you, you would +tell me what you did to handle it when Jan lost interest in sex. +OK I promise." + + Jack smiled and felt like he had let the wine talk. He +didn't want to lose Beth. She was good and he liked her a lot. +She made the office a welcome place all the time. And he loved +looking at her hot body. He smiled at her and said, + + "Listen Beth, I shouldn't have said that, I really don't +want to lose your respect." + + Beth looked him in the eye and said, + + "Jack, if you had an affair or two I could understand. God +knows I think about it. Sometimes it get so hard. Please share +with me." + + "Ok Beth my love, but you promised you wouldn't hold it +against me." + + He paused briefly then + + "As you know I do mostly divorce work for young women from +25 to 40. Your age group. Well a large number of them are so +pissed off at their husbands when they first come in here that +all they can think of is getting back at him. To a lot of them +that means fucking some other guy as soon as possible. I am real +convenient and I can be so very accommodating." + + Beth smiled and then laughed delightfully. Jack's use of +the word fuck excited her. She had banned that word from her +house since the kids were born. She rolled it on her tongue and +liked the way it felt and said, + + "Jack, how convenient, you fuck your clients. Maybe you +should put that on your business card." + + + end part 1a diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work_out.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work_out.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4fb8bf88 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/work_out.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ +Nenim 5, 0534 + + I heard footsteps behind me, and from the cadence of his steps I +could tell it was Aaden. I was far too wrapped up in the work on my +terminal to turn around, casually dismissing his presence as friendly +and familiar. + + That is, until he came up behind me and put his hands on my +shoulder, gently rubbing away the entire day's frustrations. "Oh, +that feels so good, Aaden, but you're distracting me. I'll give you +just half an hour to cut that out." + + He chuckled gently and leaned over, kissing me on the back of +the neck. "Love you," he said gently. "How've the kids been?" + + I reached up over my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. +"Oh they're fine. Ember's got them outside right now. Love you +too," I said gently, kissing the furry underside of his muzzle. My +hand trailed +down along his body to his legs, not really seeking his crotch, just +taking full measure of his wonderfully hard body. "You're all hot." + + "Been working out." + + I looked up at the clock and said, "Ohmifa, is it really +fourteen already?" + + "Mm-hmm," he said. + + "Damn," I cursed. "I've been working for nine hours already and +I feel like I've gotten nothing done." + + "What are you working on, anyway? I've never seen you get so +intense." + + "You haven't lived with me long enough. I've been doing some +genecoding work, thinking about a few things." + + "Such as?" he said with a little sing-song. + + "Oh, this'n'that. Structural variations for Centaurs. Skin +tone controls for Humans, Centaurs." + + "A new species?" he asked. + + I smiled. "Yeah, that too. Been thinking about it. Now that +the Pendorian races are as established as they are, I wonder if +going with more 'classical' anthropomorphs wouldn't be +inappropriate." + + "So what kind are you working on?" + + "Mustelids." + + "Very interesting. I still say you're working too hard. +Getting intense is one thing, but I think you're overdoing it." He +smiled. "Besides, I need a little help." + + "With what?" I asked. + + "I want you to spot me." + + "I thought that's what AI's were for." + + He shrugged. "I'd rather have you do it." I laughed. +"Besides, it gives me a chance to see you. Haven't been doing much +of that, recently, between your project and the kids." + + I nodded. "Okay, it's a deal." As if he really needed someone +to spot for him. Still, safety first. + + We wandered out of the office and back towards the residences, +where Aaden had set up a separate bedroom. P'nyssa and he and I now +had three whole residences to ourselves, with most of the walls +knocked out again. The center room was still the nursery and +playroom, with the farthest room being the "spare" bedroom. We had +decided not to call it "Aaden's room" because I don't ever want to +imply that Aaden is separate from P'nyssa and me. In fact, P'nyssa +spent as much time there as Aaden. The funny times were when two of +us spent the night in the spare room. + + But we had converted the living room of the third residence for +a variety of purposes. My old drafting table and workbench occupied +one corner, the other kept Aaden's weights. There was also a low +table covered with a green cloth. Under the cloth Aaden kept his +seedling and sprouting jars-- the cloth was both to keep in the +humidity and to shield outside eyes from the UV lights. + + Aaden threw a hundred fifty kilos or so of weight onto the lower +bar, I didn't bother to really look at how much. I had long ago +ceased to be impressed or confused by how much or how little he used +in his sessions. All I know is that he keeps his body in magnificent +shape, and although it wouldn't really make much of a difference to +me either way, I do love the way he looks. + + He laid down and said "Ready?" + + "How warmed up are you?" I asked. + + "I've been warming up for about twenty minutes, Ken. I just +needed you for this part." + + "Oh, okay. I'm ready then." I planted my feet and waited, +handing him the bar slowly. He pressed it to his chest then extended +vertically, breathing hard with every stroke. He began to do +repetitions, lots of them. + + I watched as he exercised, enjoying the sight of his muscles +expanding and contracting, his chest rising and falling in pattern +with the repetitions. I started to notice that he was pushing +himself hard, because sweat had broken out on his muzzle and his fur +was matting down. Then I noticed something else-- With every +exhalation I felt his breath blowing up my shorts and over my balls. +It tickled. + + I leaned up against the higher bar-rest, the one intended for +Uncia and Tindals (who have longer arms or tentacles, respectively), +and said, "Are you teasing me?" + + "What do you mean?" he grunted on a downward stroke. + + "You're breathing up my leg," I said, smiling. + + He glanced up, taking a good look into my shorts and said, "You +seem to be enjoying it." He landed the bar onto the lower rest and +lunged for my shorts, his muzzle licking against the head of my cock +briefly. + + "Ack!" I yipped, stepping back. "Rabid Mephit!" + + "Hey! Bring that back here," he said with mock-indignity. + + I stepped back into range. "Lower," he said. + + "Would it help if I took my shorts off?" + + "It would," he said, smiling. He has a handsome smile. + + I complied, taking off my shorts and stepping out of them. Now +the only thing I wore was my T-shirt, a silly shirt I acquired during +a brief stint teaching physics at Rocchodain University. It was a +beautiful airbrush of the Ring, over which were the words "Pendorians +don't understand the gravity of the situation," and the equation for +tension in a string caused by centripetal accelleration. + + I bent my knees slowly, lowering my not-quite-erect penis to his +muzzle. He lunged again, and I withdrew. "Uh-uh," I teased. + + "Give," he said. "Please?" + + I smiled and bent my knees again, feeding him the length of my +cock. He closed his muzzle around it, forming his thin lips into a +seal around it, his tongue pressing against the top of my cock. I +held onto the weight bar, giving me balance. He stroked my cock +easily, sending wonderful shocks up into my brain. I closed my eyes +and sighed. "Gods, Aaden," I whispered, "I love you." + + I think he said "I love you too," but it wasn't clear as he said +it around my cock. I also needed to lean over because my erection at +full length doesn't like to bend downward. I wanted to lean over +farther, to get at his cock as well, but I didn't have the reach to +undo the string holding his gi bottoms, and even if I were to reach +it I wouldn't have anyplace to put my hands to hold myself up. + + So I was stuck, bent over and barely balanced, able to do +nothing but close my eyes and enjoy the soft friction of his mouth. + + He laid his head back against the bench, letting go of my cock. +It whipped up and slapped against my belly. "I'm not that strong," +he said, panting. "I can't hold my head up like that forever." + + I laughed and said, "So?" + + "So why don't you mount me instead?" + + I laughed, walking around to the other side of the weights +bench, sitting down between his legs. I undid the string and pulled +at his pants from the knees as he raised his hips to help. I threw +them aside, grabbed his legs at the knees and pushed them up. He +took over, planting them firmly against the weight bar, exposing his +asshole. I smiled and bent over, licking his balls softly, trailing +my way down to his hole, getting him slick and ready for me. + + I leaned forward and aimed my cock, pushing against him gently, +sliding into him. His asshole closed around my cock, pulling me in. +I leaned over further, pressing my chest against the backs of his +legs, feeling the fur on them against me. He reached up and put his +hands on my cheeks, staring at me. His eyes were wide and he was +panting hard. "I love you," he said in a loud whisper. + + "I love you too," I said, bucking against him, sliding into him. +We'd made love hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and it was always +just as special. Feeling his hard buttocks striking against my hips +with every stroke, his body jerk with every thrust. He let go of me +and held onto the bars, keeping himself in place as I approached +climax, wanting to get ever deeper into him. + + He was staring at me, entranced, and I returned the stare, +looking into his eyes. I wasn't sitting on the bench anymore; I had +raised myself off and was driving myself into him, using my legs to +go ever deeper. My orgasm was inevitable, and I knew it, so I +suddenly stopped moving. + + "What's wrong?" he asked. + + "Nothing," I gasped. "I'm..." Slowly I stroked into him. + + "Right..." Slower, pulling out. + + "There... YEAH!" I screamed as I slammed into him one more time, +coming, shooting into him. I bucked against him hard, once, twice, a +third time, draining myself of strength. + + I collapsed against him, lying across his broad chest. A paw, +unsteady and unsure, fell across my back. "You're not tired, are +you?" I asked. + + "Well, getting ravished is certainly a good way to end a couple +of dozen reps." + + "Oh." I'd almost forgotten that he'd been exercising even +before this. I think orgasms give me amnesia. "You are okay?" I +said. + + "Fine," he said. + + We had lain there for a few minutes, me on top of him, when a +voice interrupted our cuddling. "Daddy, here you are." + + I raised my head unsteadily and looked over at the door. "Hiya, +kiddo," I said, crooking a finger in her general direction. She came +running over with all the typically overabundent energy of a +five-year-old. "How's my little 'Lizbeth?" I said, leaning over to +kiss Aaden's daughter gently on the forehead. "Aaden's daughter" +biologically; she was growing up in my household, and she was my +daughter as well. + + "Fine. Daddy Aaden, you promised to help me with my drawing." + + Aaden picked his head up, looked down out our precocious little +child and said, "In a second, sweetheart. Daddy still has to clean +up from exercise." + + "'Kay," she said. As she skipped out I heard Alexi's voice from +the other room say, "Grownups. Always hugging." I looked down at +Aaden and smiled. He laughed. + + "Come on," he said. "Let's get cleaned up. Besides, aren't you +supposed to cook tonight?" + + "Is it my turn?" I asked with a smile. + + He nodded as I slid off of him and stood up woozily. "Oh, +hell," I said. "What should I cook? What are you in the mood for?" + + "Lasagna." + + "Lasagna?" I asked. "Okay, lasagna it is. I thought you were +on a diet." + + "Who says?" he said. I laughed. I bent over to grab my shorts +and he shot out a hand to stroke along the cleft of my butt. I +sighed. "You're looking for trouble. Come on, let's go and clean +up." + + He laughed and said, "Yeah." + + I stood back up straight and helped him to his feet, hugging him +close. "I love you." We headed down for the bath. + + "Love you too." + +-- +"Working Out" +The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al. +are copyright (c) 1989-1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribute freely +via electronic media. This copyright permits individual users to +make single hardcopies for their own use. The Journal Entries may +not be sold or otherwise distributed for profit. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workgirl.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workgirl.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..63c13705 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workgirl.txt @@ -0,0 +1,222 @@ +Archive-name: Casual/workgirl.txt +Archive-author: Jeff Thompson +Archive-title: Hard Working Girl, A + + + *** This story is based on the experiences of Miss Sharon Henderson *** + + 'What is life all about? I wish somebody would tell me, someone + whose opinion I respect, that is. Until that happens, I can only be- + lieve that life is just one hard slog from start to end. + + I'm now twenty-one, and for the past two years my weekly routine + has hardly changed. Monday to Friday I study medicine at University + where I am a live-in student, and the evenings are spent doing tutorials + or catching up on some writing. I hope one day to be a hospital con- + sultant but have a further three years to go in order to get my degree. + + Saturdays I work from ten until six as a checkout operator at my + local Sainsburys to supplement my grant, which means by Saturday night I + am absolutely fed up with work. I've found the only way I can cope is + to just let go and enjoy myself for a few hours, which for me means get- + ting screwed, hard and as often as possible. + + Since coming up to Cambridge I've had sex with an awful lot of men + and been called a slag many times, but I don't care. So long as I can + fuck my brains out between Saturday night and Monday morning, I can face + the week ahead with my soul refreshed. Its so good for the complexion + too, and the few blemishes that I used to have are now gone, leaving me + with peachy perfect skin. I'd recommend any girl to fuck as much as she + can while she's young and horny, and ignore the stupid do-gooders who're + only jealous anyway. By now I must've persuaded dozens of young girls + to become as sexually promiscuous as I like to be, and whenever we meet + they all look really lovely now and are enjoying life to the full. + + Every Saturday after work I cycle back to the hall of residence and + have a lazy soak in the bath before preparing myself. When I've dried + myself I rub masses of body lotion into my skin, paying particular at- + tention to my tits, cunt lips and arse. By the time I have finished, + my boobs glow like rich creamy globes, each topped with a rigid brown + teat begging to be sucked, and as my puffy lips protrude down from my + cunt a really horny sex-loving feeling starts to permeate my crotch. + + After brushing my hair and putting the minimum of make-up on my + face, I then dab Chanel 19 onto a few crucial areas of skin before get- + ting dressed. The objective is to get noticed, so I don a flimsy pink + lace-up camisole with suspenders attached, stockings with the words + "love" and "sex" tracing a pattern up to the thigh, and a very brief + wrap-over skirt which blows open to the waist. My full milky breasts + and hard brown nipples are left completely visible through the sheer ma- + terial of the camisole top, while sexy high heeled shoes complete my + wanton appearance. + + To save money I usually catch a bus to my first call, and ignore + all the looks, nudges and stares from the other passengers. My destina- + tion is a working mens hostel in the cheapest part of town. I've become + well known there for my Saturday night visits and a crowd normally gath- + ers by the time I arrive at about seven-thirty. There are two large + dormitory type rooms and I make my way into one or the other, then take + off my skirt before I lie back on one of the beds, spread my slendour + legs wide apart and frig my bare cunt until the juices bubble out. + + The men there are mostly labourers working away from home, and I + love their down-to-earth dirty language with "fuck" and "cunt" in almost + every sentence. Usually, it doesn't take many minutes of fingering my + pussy before some of the bolder ones make a move, and I love to just lie + there while they take turns at pumping hot spunk into my womb. Ooh, + just thinking about it now brings a tingle to my randy cock-loving cunt. + At weekends I'll fuck anyone to get lots of spunk into me and I never + care what the men look like as they're reasonably clean, their cocks get + hard and they can shoot plenty of cum. + + Last Saturday was about average and of the thirty or so men present + about a third of them were spunky enough to give me a sound fucking. + The best night had been a couple of weeks earlier when a crowd of Dutch- + men swelled the numbers and I ended up having seventeen of them. They + were really into dirty sex, which is something I adore, and they took + turns shoving their sweaty cocks deep into my wet cunt before having me + suck them off. I then let their cum dribble out my mouth into a jug, + and they finally poured it all into a large syringe before injecting all + their spunk and my saliva deep inside my horny sperm-loving body. + + Their customary routine is to get drunk most nights, and by nine + o'clock most of them have drifted off to a working mens club nearby, so + I re-fasten my little skirt and set off in the other direction. + Naturally, by then spunk is streaming down the insides of both my + thighs. Now I know some girls would use tissues or something to mop + themselves up, but I like being reminded of sex and just letting their + juice leak out freely and run down both my legs is the best reminder of + all. + + Last week, I was walking away from the hostel when a man approached + me and asked if I was doing any business. I thought it was a real hoot + him thinking I was a genuine prostitute, so I told him he could fuck me + standing up for a tenner and he handed me a ten pound note straight from + his wallet. He offered to use a condom but I snatched it out his hand + and threw it away saying what's the point of eating sweets with the + wrapper on! He then took me behind a building and shot his hot load up + me to mix in with all the labourer's spunk. Wasn't that a nice dirty + surprise? + + My next stop is a wine bar where I head straight for the ladies. + There I take my skirt off and massage the semen into my skin before + running a bowl of water and washing my cunt. Althought I think its a + silly shame, some men are a bit fussy about other men's spunk so I have + to go through this tidy-up rigmarole. Sure, I get funny looks from + women who come into the loo but I just stare back at them and carry on + wiping my crotch until I've finished. + + The bar is one of those chrome and glass affairs with high stools + ranged around the walls, and attracts trendy singles like flies. I get + an empty glass from the bar and sit on a stool so my skirt falls open, + exposing my suspenders and pubic bush, and its a bad night if I haven't + been approached within two minutes. If its for a quickie round the back + or in somebody's car I always return to the bar afterwards and try for + another straight away. One week I got screwed four times this way in + less than half an hour, then shamelessly sat on a stool so my cunt lips + hung apart and a group of impressionable young girls could see the cum + oozing copiously from my randy slit! + + Whenever a man takes me back to his place I tell him I'm meeting my + boyfriend at the disco later so he'll have to drive me back after we've + fucked, and this story always works. Its usually after ten-thirty be- + fore I get into one of the city centre discos, and by then still more + semen is running out of my sex-loving hole to soak my creamy thighs. + But because of the subdued lighting nobody notices all the juicy spunk + dribbling down my stockinged legs, and even if they do its assumed to be + perspiration or my own randy sex-juices. I adore feeling the wetness + run down my legs! + + Discos are like fantasy palaces, where people can pretend to be + what they aren't and nobody minds. Because of this my clothes or lack + of them don't stand out half as much, and with all the low-cut micro + minis being worn, a lot of tits, suspenders and panties are on show. + The discussion in the Ladies loo is usually whether or not to screw with + the guy they're dancing with. Sometimes they ask me what to do, and I + always say they should forget the risks, ignore the goody-goodys and get + as much sex as they possibly can, because its a proven fact that girls + bodies need plenty of semen to develop a smooth milky complexion and to + promote their hormones. + + I get a real kick from talking young girls into being promiscuous + without caring who they fuck, and one lovely petite seventeen-year-old + went completely cock-crazy after I'd spoken to her. She's since joined + in the swinging scene, screws with absolutely anyone, and simply adores + being gang-banged. I also convinced two teenage sisters, who both now + advertise in several contact magazines, and each wants to be first to + have had a thousand men spunk inside them. But I must admit the young + schoolkids who con their way past the doormen are the easiest converts. + I must've persuaded dozens of fourteen and fifteen year old girls to be + nice little sluts and love to see their changed appearance after their + first few one night stands, with their tight micro-skirts and bra-less + young tits being felt-up all over the dance floor! + + But the real reason why I visit discos is simply because I like the + raunchy music and atmosphere, although I do get a kick from sucking off + strangers who sit next to me in the dark alcoves. If I have a drink in + front of me I don't swallow their spunk right away, but let it dribble + from my mouth into the glass while they watch, then knock it back in one + gulp. I never ask their names. Who cares about names when its cock I'm + after. Usually I can persuade one or two men to let me sit across them + and feed their stiff cocks up my pulsating sheath. Its great having a + man shooting spunk inside my cunt only a few feet from the packed dance + floor, while loud sexy music is booming around the room. + + If no-one asks me to sleep with them I go straight back to my room + when the disco closes, throw my things on the floor and climb into bed. + Instead of washing, I revel in the juicy dirty feeling as God knows how + many men's spunk keeps leaking out of my hot cunt all night, and next + morning I'll reek of sperm and there'll be a thick dry coating of spunk + on my peachy thighs and bum. + + Sunday mornings I spend doing my laundry, but after lunch I always + pop round to a nearby large house which has been rented by eight male + students. They have regular pot-smoking sessions, but drugs aren't the + reason why I go there. Once they get high they don't care what they get + up to, so we play a stupid game where I take off my knickers and pull my + skirt right up before lying on the carpet. Then they blindfold me and I + have three guesses at whose cock is in my cunt before the spunk rushes + into me. + + But one week they fooled me by getting some twelve and thirteen + year old lads off the playing fields, and of course they all orgasmed as + soon as they'd pushed their cocks inside me. By the fourth premature + spunking I guessed something was up and took off the mask. I was an- + noyed at first and told them next time they bring people off the street + to make sure they're old enough to fuck me! Of course, being the jokers + they are, the following week they smuggled in a sixty-five year old pen- + sioner and it was ages before he managed to pump his weak spunk into my + cunt. + + Afterwards I usually make us all Sunday tea, and leave around seven + to make my way down to the lorry park. As I said earlier I like to fuck + my brains out at weekends, and sometimes this makes a great finale. On + Sunday a lot of continental drivers stop there overnight, and there are + usually about sixty or seventy large container lorries parked there. + + Quite simply, I walk up and down the rows of trucks knocking on all + the cab doors asking if they want to fuck me. I don't get all that many + refusals and I love the dirty feeling as French, Spanish, German, Ital- + ian and Greek drivers each grab my bum with their filthy hands and shove + their foreign cocks right up my cunt before shooting more and more and + still more creamy spunk into my horny young womb. Yes, Sunday nights I + just go spunk crazy and make a real pig of myself! + + Pretty soon my stockings are absolutely soaked in spunk as it runs + thickly out of my cunt and down both my legs, so much so that it starts + trickling into my shoes as well. Still I keep on offering myself to be + fucked more and more until eventually I can hardly walk straight. Un- + fortunately, I have to leave the compound at ten o'clock when the secu- + rity men lock the gates, and it is always with reluctance that I lurch + back to the University where I just drop into bed to sleep. Then next + morning I'll put my things in the wash and clean myself up before get- + ting dressed in my "normal" clothes again. + + OK, so maybe some highly moral people don't approve of my life- + style, but at least it gets me through the hard slog each week, and if I + get my degree in three years time it will all have been worth it. Also, + the considerable number of girls who have thanked me for leading them + into uninhibited sex are living proof of its natural beauty. + + Yours very sincerely, Sharon +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhim.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhim.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cf38b1c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhim.txt @@ -0,0 +1,446 @@ +Archive-name: Amazon/workhim.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Work Him Over! + + + "Don't look now, June, but our peeping tom is at the back +door again," Susan said as her roommate came into the house. +"Mmm," June responded, "he seems to be dropping around often." + The two girls lived in a comfortable one-story bungalow in a +quiet part of the city. June was a glamorous-looking dark-haired +girl who was a featured dancer in one of the city's best night +spots. Her specialty was an exotic number that showed off her +5'7", 130 pound body to perfection. She moved with a grace and +fluidity that belied her above-average size. Susan was a +beautiful blonde who modeled lingerie for a large department +store. She was 5'5" and 118 pounds, and boasted an enticing +figure. + While both girls were used to having men admire their +figures, and indeed enjoyed it, they were getting concerned about +the peeping tom. They had first noticed him peering in through +the rear door one night about three weeks ago. Their first +reaction was to scream, but they had remained silent, hoping he +would go away. He had left after a few minutes, but had been +coming back, and for increasing periods of time. He could no +longer be ignored. + June and Susan now sat in the living room and pondered what +to do. "He's getting on my nerves," Susan said in a low voice so +the peeping tom could not hear her, "and I'm sure he's the one +that's stolen all those panties of mine off the clothesline out +back." + "Yes, and I've lost several pairs of nylons to him," June +said. "Apparently he's going to keep on bothering us unless we +do something." + "But what?" Susan asked. + June paused before answering. "I don't think it will do +much good to call the police. We don't even know his name. I +think it would be best to take matters in our own hands. Suppose +we could lure him into the house on some pretext, pin him down, +maybe take off some of his clothes so he can't escape, and then +work him over until he's so scared and embarrassed he won't think +of bothering us again." + "Sounds okay," Susan agreed, "but how do we do that? After +all, he's bigger than either of us, and we might get hurt trying +something like that." + June shifted her position on the couch, showing a good flash +of nylon as she did so, muttering, "might as well show our +visitor something to keep him occupied while we plot his +downfall." She continued, "I think, if we work together, we can +handle him. I'm big and strong enough to give most men a good +tussle, and if I have to get dirty I can be murder on a man in +the clinches - as some of the wolves in this town have found out +the hard way. And I know you're stronger than you look, and know +a little something about handling a man. Remember that creep in +the movie lobby? He's probably still hurting from that knee you +rammed into his stomach?" + "I still don't know, June. I don't think we can take him on +straightaway, even together," Susan said. + "Well, let's use a little strategy and some feminine +weapons," June said. "I've been thinking about a plan since last +time he was here. First, to lure him in here, I think we have to +make it seem like there's only one of us around. He probably +would be too uneasy with both of us. Now, suppose you pretend to +leave on an errand. I'll toss some curves his way to get him +really hooked, then 'accidentally' discover him without letting +on I knew he was out there peeping. Once I get him inside, I'll +turn on the charm and get him in a necking session. I'll start +unloosening his clothes until he discovers what I'm up to, then +call for help. You come out from where you've been hiding, and +we'll get him down, sit on him, and take off his clothes. That +should slow him down. Then we can tie him up and work him over." + After listening to June's plan, Susan still had some doubts. +June argued, "the sooner we do something, the better. He's been +harmless, if creepy, but who knows when he might decided to get a +little more aggressive when one of us is alone. Besides," she +grinned, "I'm itching to get my hands on him. It might be fun to +teach him a lesson. + Susan finally agreed and prepared to "leave" the house to +inaugurate the plan. "So long, I'll be back in a few hours," she +called out, loud enough for the man to hear from the rear of the +house, as she picked up her purse and strode towards the front +door. + "Good night, Susan. I'll do a few chores around here before +going to bed," June answered. She took a long, leisurely stretch +on the couch, knowing it provided a good show for her prey. +After languishing a few more minutes on the couch, she arose and +began to clean up the room, picking up magazines and +straightening furniture. She knew the stooping and bending would +be appreciated by him. She pretended dissatisfaction with the +position of the couch, and gave it a few tugs, but could not move +it to where she wanted. She sighed, then strode rapidly toward +the back door, apparently to get something from the rear of the +house. She saw the face disappear quickly and knew he was +fleeing. But she reached the back door and flipped on the switch +to light up the backyard a few seconds later. As she stepped +through the door she pretended to notice him for the first time. +He had had time only to get several strides away from the house. + As June let out a little "oh," he stopped in confusion, +realizing that he was close enough to be recognized and that his +nocturnal peeping might be spoiled because of it. He turned and +faced her, trying to regain his composure, and said, "Hello, I +was just cutting through your back lawn to save some steps on the +way home. I'm sorry if I scared you." + "That's okay," June said breezily, "anytime." She was +sizing him up, and saw a light-haired man, probably in his mid- +twenties, of about average size. He was smiling at her, but his +whole demeanor was one of deceitfulness. She disliked him more +than ever. + "Say, if you're not in too much of a hurry, could I borrow +your muscles for a few minutes?" she quickly asked. "I want to +move a couch and can't by myself. I was going to get a crowbar +or something from the garage, but I'm sure you'll do a better +job." She accompanied her request with a dazzling smile, one few +men could resist. + "Uh, well, I just..." he stammered, but June cut in. + "Oh, it will only take a minute. Pleased," she coaxed. + "Okay," he agreed, "if you're really in need of help." He +followed her into the house and in a few minutes had the couch +where she wanted it. + "Why, thank you very much," she said. "Say, I don't even +know your name." + "Jim. Jim Weston," he replied. + "Well, thank you, Jim. It was very kind of you. Now +perhaps I can repay you with a kiss." + She moved close to him as he stood before the couch. Before +he could say anything, she put her arms around him and gave him a +long, vigorous kiss. Her hands roamed over his body, and she +ascertained that he was not particularly muscular. Just average. + She ended the kiss and grasped his shoulders. "Mmm, that +was delicious," she said. "Shall we try some more?" + Without waiting for a reply, she embraced him again, only +this time she leaned her full weight against him and made him +stumble backwards onto the couch, her body atop his. + Jim was thoroughly mystified by her aggressiveness. Never +had such a beautiful, desirable woman thrown herself at him with +such abandon, and he wondered what had possessed her. His first +thought was that it might be related to his peeping activities, +yet the girl had given no sign of doubt when he had explained his +presence in the backyard. What, then? + He had little time to think about the reasons, for June was +forcing his attention elsewhere. Her tongue was exploring his +mouth, and her hands were roaming over his body again. She could +feel his initial stiffness and uncertainty melt under her expert +ministrations. He was apparently, and understandably, beginning +to enjoy it. His arms went about her and began to explore her +body. She overcame her feeling of disgust at having him handle +her this way by thinking of how short his pleasure would be. + As soon as she felt that his hands were busy on her and that +his attention was fixed thoroughly on the pleasure of the moment, +June started to work. She kept one arm about him while she +sneaked one hand down to his waist to undo the clasp on his +trousers and ease his zipper open. + Now the more difficult task of working his trousers over his +hips. To accomplish this, she began to move and toss about, +ostensibly to add variety to their necking. This made Jim move +too, and every time he raised a hip she gave a slight tug on that +side of his trousers. + But by the time she had his trousers pulled halfway down his +thighs, he noticed what she was doing. + "Hey, what are you up to?" he yelled, pushing her off him +and grabbing at his pants. + June knew her curves no longer were effective, but, feeling +confident of a victory, she grabbed at his trousers and said +angrily, "Just a little reverse panty raid, Mister. You like to +steal our clothes, so we're about to steal yours. Come on, +Susan, let's get him." + Horrified, Jim struck out angrily at her and clipped her +chin, tumbling her off the couch and onto the floor. The blow +hurt, and June knew he would not hesitate to hit either girl, +hard, to prevent his capture. + "Quick, Susan," she cried, as he hurriedly arose, pulled up +his pants and fastened the clasp. + Susan rushed from the bedroom, where she had been hiding, +and jumped Jim from behind, throwing one arm around his neck and +grabbing his hair with the other hand. He started throwing +elbows violently. One caught Susan in the stomach, and she +sagged to the floor. + Temporarily free, Jim started running to the back door and +freedom. But June, still on her back from his shove, stuck out a +foot and tripped him, sending him sprawling on his stomach. Both +Jim and June scrambled to their feet and raced each other to the +door. Jim reached it first, but as he turned the knob June +stopped him by grabbing the top of his trousers in the middle of +his back with both hands. + "Whoa!" she said. "You're not going to get away now!" + To his amazement, Jim could not pull her off him. He could +not believe this lovely creature was strong enough to hold him. +He was further amazed when she planted one foot against the side +of the doorframe and began straightening her leg. He was pulled +away from the door, and he heard the clasp of his trousers break +from the tension. + He reached down to redo it, and June took advantage of this +to reach down and grab both of his cuffs. She jerked up and his +feet flew out form under him. He tumbled to the floor, rolling +onto his back before he could stop his momentum. + June crouched over him like a tiger and noticed that her +last tug had pulled his trousers down halfway on his thighs. +With a gleam in her eye she slammed a high heel to the floor in +the space between his crotch and the top of his trousers, then +knelt to place one knee on his stomach as she tried to wiggle her +let through the opening between his thighs, to that he could not +pull his trousers up. + Jim tried to rise, but June caught his chin with the heel of +her hand and jolted his head back. He was knocked flat on his +back, and his head rang as it struck the floor hard. + This took the fight out of him for a few seconds, and a look +of panic spread across his face as he now realized that he was +going to lose the battle. This lovely, exotic creature atop him, +whose name he did not know but whom he had admired and watched +secretly for weeks now, seemed determined not to let him get +away. She was a strong, efficient, deadly foe. + As she shifted position so that she sat with her full weight +bearing down on his hips and thighs, she laughed, "Now, you +sneak, we have you where we want you. Let's see how much fight +you have without your pants!" + Jim tried to toss this devilish creature off, but she was so +firmly seated that he could hardly budge her. She pinched and +tickled him until he gave up and ceased struggling for a moment. + By this time Susan had regained her breath and was eager to +get even with Jim. She now stood over his head, and June said to +her, "Good, girl, back to the battle. I've got him under +control. You sit on him up there and I'll remove his pants." + "Only glad to!" Susan said. Looking up, Jim saw another +girl with fire in her eye. She wasn't as big as the vixen +pinning his hips, but she seemed as determined. + With a cry of delight she said, "I have just the way to do +it, June. Since he likes my panties so much, I'll give him a +first-hand view of the pair I have on!" + She hitched up her skirt and, with a rustle of silk and +nylon, began to sit down on his face. Jim started to yell and +raised his hands to ward her off, but she grabbed his wrists and +sat hard on his face. His protests were cut off, and his vision +blocked as he was squashed by a pair of silk panties and +surrounded by a jungle of nylon, skirt and negligee. He could +hardly move or breathe, and Susan added to his discomfort by +bouncing up and down a few times. + "Beautiful, beautiful!" June said. "How appropriate!" + Jim could feel her shift her position and start to remove +his trousers. He bucked desperately, but got nowhere. Nearly +250 pounds of shapely but surprisingly strong womanhood was +seated strategically atop him, and he didn't have a chance. The +girl on his head was only of average size, but she knew how to +pinch and claw and pull at his hands and fingers so that he could +not get a good hold on her. And every place he did grab seemed +to be covered by slippery nylon or fragile undergarments that +frustrated him further. The girl on his hips knew exactly how to +use her weight to prevent him from kicking. + June now had his trousers at his ankles and pulled them off +his feet after removing his shoes and socks. + "To the victors belong the spoils!" she shouted, as she held +his trousers aloft triumphantly. + "Three cheers for us," Susan added. They then teamed up to +remove his shirt. + He was now wearing only his shorts, and Jim felt June grasp +the top of them. With a wink she asked Susan, "Shall we remove +these, too?" + Susan answered shyly, "Let's let him keep them awhile. +Maybe later we'll find it necessary to take them off." She then +rose from her seat on his face. + Jim let out a double sight of relief, but June quickly moved +up to straddle his chest. She was not laughing now. As Susan +gathered up his clothes, June said firmly, "Now, Mr. Weston, +let's have some explanations as to why you've been peeping on us +and stealing our clothes." + He looked exceedingly embarrassed, and when he did not reply +for several seconds, June grabbed his shorts and said menacingly, +"Talk!" + "I didn't mean any harm," Jim stuttered. "You're both so +attractive, I just couldn't help watching. And I was afraid +you'd turn me down if I asked you for a date." + "You're right there!" June responded. "Neither of us can +stand creeps. But why steal our nylons and panties?" + Jim was really sweating as he answered, "I just considered +you had the best pair of legs I'd ever seen, and she had such a +beautiful figure, I wanted something to remind me of them." + "How disgusting!" said Susan, who had, unnoticed by Jim, +locked the doors so he couldn't run out. + "I agree," said June, "now what to do with this...thing?" + "Please, please, let me go!" Jim begged desperately. "I +won't bother you again. I won't peep, I won't take your things. +Please, I was only admiring your figures." + His pleas were so fervent and appeared so sincere, that both +girls started to soften. As he continued to beg, they looked at +each other and decided that perhaps they had taught him enough of +a lesson. Much as she would like to continue, June thought that +he had, in his perverse way, paid them a compliment. + "Okay, you can go, if you promise not to bother us again," +she said as she arose from him, "but don't ever let us see or +catch you around here again!" + Jim got up slowly, gathered up his clothes in his arms, and +then walked to the rear door. He paused there, turned, and the +fury that had built up inside him as the girls had taken him down +and taken off his clothes exploded as he said, "You can be sure +I'll never be around here again, you devils!" + THen, as the girls listened in amazement, he started calling +them names that brought blushes to their faces. Their amazement +turned to fury, and they started walking toward him. He grabbed +the doorknob and said, "You'll never catch me! I know my way +through the backyard, even in the dark!" + He pulled he knob, but nothing happened. He pulled again, +and it still did not budge. Frantically he jerked as the girls +closed in. + "Don't bother, buster, it's locked!" June said. "Now you'll +really get what you deserve!" + He whirled to find two grinning girls. He dashed between +them for the front door, but found it locked too. He turned and +found himself being stalked like jungle prey by two tigers in +high heels. He dropped his clothes and started moving +frantically so they could not corner him. And he looked +desperately for a route of escape. + "What's the matter?" June cooed. "Afraid of a couple of +girls? Why you're bigger than either of us." + Jim saw a door and ,hoping it led to the outside, opened it +and dashed through. A peal of laughter arose from both girls, +and too late he realized he had entered one of the girls' +bedrooms. + They chased him inside, then June shut the door, locked it, +and said, "Now I've got you in my room. And you'll wish you +never saw it before I'm through!" + Seeking any out he could, he said, "That's not fair, two +against one! You wouldn't be so brave alone!" + June replied, "We're not interested in being fair to you. +Only in fixing your little red wagon and your vile tongue. But, +if you insist, I'm very happy to take you on - alone!" + She began unzipping her dress,and as she stepped out of it, +Jim realized why she was so strong. Her attire of a brief, sexy +bra and panties revealed a flat, firm stomach, strong muscles +along her thighs, and a well-built pair of shoulders. She was as +solid as a rock, and incredibly curved. + "Susan," she said, "Get a pair of nylons out of the dresser. +Since he likes mine so much, I'll use a pair to tie him up!" + Jim eyed Susan as she went to the dresser and wailed, "Tie +me up? What are you going to do?" + June said confidently, "I'm going to take you down and tie +and gag you so you won't be able to move a muscle. Then we'll +decide what to do next." She was confident that he was so +confused and scared, she could handle him fairly easily now. + As he backed away from her, she mocked, "Afraid of even one +girl, big boy?" + He tried to break by her, but she grabbed a hand, sat back +on the nearby bed, braced one foot against the bedboard at the +foot of the bed, and began pulling. + Jim saw the muscles along her leg bulge as she straightened +her leg. Though he tried to pull away, her let was too strong +for him, and he felt himself being pulled steadily toward her. + "C'mon to bed with me," June taunted, "there are a few +things I want to try with you!" + With one big, final push of her leg she tumbled him into bed +beside her. Before he could recover she was all over him. She +pinched him cruelly in the ribs, jerked his hair hard, twisted an +earlobe, then smashed a knee into his stomach to double him over. +She pushed him onto his stomach and jumped astraddle his back, +then snaked an arm around his neck and applied a tight +stranglehold. He tried to roll her off, but she rode him +expertly. She squeezed hard for several seconds, and when she +let go his head bobbed limply. + "Give me a nylon," she ordered Susan, and while Jim tried to +regain his breath she turned around and sat on the back of his +legs as she deftly wound a nylon around his ankles and tied a +knot. His legs were now immobilized. + "Now, let's tie those arms behind his back," she said, as +she again straddled his back. She reached for his hands, but in +desperation he clutched them together under his body. + June only laughed at this futile move and said, "That won't +stop me!" + She reached under, grabbed one of his little fingers and +began to bend it back. + "You bitch!" Jim cried, as pain shot through his entire arm. + Her bending made him release his hold, and June dragged his +arm from under him and twisted it behind his back. She took the +other nylon from Susan and wrapped it around his wrist, then +moved a knee up to pin his wrist against his back. + Then she reached under and extracted his other arm by the +same grip on the little finger, pulled it behind his back, and +knotted the wrists together. + Jim started to sob at being so manhandled, and June said, +"Why, our big man is crying like a baby! And I've hardly +started. I think we must wash out his mouth with soap for those +names he called us, Susan!" + Susan replied, "You bet! I'll get the soap." + By the time she returned with a bar o soap, June had rolled +Jim onto his back and was kneeling at the back of his head, +facing him, a knee at each side of his head. She took the soap +and ordered, "Open up." + But Jim clamped his mouth shut. + "That's no trouble either," June said as she clamped his +nostrils shut with one hand. As his supply of air faded, Jim +shook his head violently, but her knees restricted his movement. +He was finally forced to gulp for air, and June shoved the bar of +soap in. He tried to spit it out, but she held a hand over his +mouth. + The soap taste filled his mouth and made him choke and gasp +violently, as the girls laughed. It seemed like an hour before +June removed her hand and he could hobble to the bathroom and +spit out the soap. They even held a glass of water for him to +rinse out his mouth, and bubbles cane once again. + But his trial was not yet over, for June then jammed a pair +of rubber falsies into his mouth and secured them there by a +bright red silk scarf, which she knotted behind his head. + Now he was both bound and gagged with the type of feminine +articles that he coveted so secretly. June and Susan gazed down +in triumphant satisfaction at their helpless, miserable victim. + "Lovely job, don't you think?" Susan asked. + Next Susan returned with her camera and flash unit. Jim +tried to roll off the bed to escape this final humiliation, but +June took a firm grip on his two ears and twisted him back onto +the pillow as one bulldogs a steer. Then she plopped her firm +and shapely buttocks, clad in their lacy black panties, fully on +his chest, adding to his discomfort in having his nylon-bound +arms beneath the weight of his body by putting her own full +weight on it. + She raised her clenched fists up and outward in the +traditional pose of the victor, causing her lovely, full breasts +to jut out over her foaming, gagged prey like a canopy. + "Smile for the camera, you helpless, woman-whipped sissy!" +she said, turning her head for a pose. "We'll make several +copies of these, Jim Weston, and keep them handy to post on you +company bulletin board or publish in the plant newspaper if you +ever bother us once we release you or don't do exactly as we say. +There's a lot of information about you in your wallet +identification cards." + Gagged as he was, all that the poor man could do was +register an expression of fear and shake his head to let them +know how completely he was at their mercy. + "Maybe by now Mr. Weston would like to apologize to us, " +Susan suggested. She took the gag off and untied him. + Dry-mouthed and rueful, the sore-muscled, exhausted man +could only lie there gasping. + "You've had us living a life of terror for a long time now, +uncertain when the peeping tom would show up again or strike or +steal something of ours or maybe hurt us. Now you can know a +little of what it's like!" + "I'll try to do whatever you say," he said cringing. + "Good!" Susan cut in. "Now go outside and get your things +on. Then stick this pair of nylons we had you all bound with in +your pocked so that the tops and feet show fully and prominently. +We want everyone you pass to notice them. And don't put them all +the way into your pocked until you get home!" + Scarlet with embarrassment, the man in the panties with the +lipsticked mouth went into the yard and got dressed. He was +careful to arrange the nylons as they had ordered in his breast +pocket and walked away. + The dangling nylons seemed a flag of victory to the girls, +and they grinned with pride as their victim slouched home with +his tail between his legs, or his nylons hanging, as it were. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhome.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhome.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c26846e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workhome.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1125 @@ + *** "Work at home" *** A Silly Spanking Fantasy *** + + +The alarm/reminder pops up on the screen and chimes. 10:00: she +will be here in ten minutes or so; time to stop reading a.s.b, +change the root window back to something suitably professional from +the current bondage gif on it, button up the shirt collar, tighten +and straighten the tie... anything embarassing left in view? I +rise and survey my living room -- good: nothing. + +Oh, and, yes, of course! Start up the class browser and the +hypertext doc reader on her project's files -the damn things take +FOREVER to start up on this slow workstation I have here at home- +I'd better start thinking about a faster one if I want to start +working seriously at home again -- though this one is still fine +for news and mail, of course. + +Anyway, I want to give the impression that I've been working, +studying, since dawn, of course; not dawled over a.s.b and IRC and +mail with friends... Oooh, finally, the tools have started; so, +open up a few windows, make sure the docs I'm browsing and the +pieces of source have something to do with each other... here -- +perfect. Just in time: the doorbell rings. + +I get my suit's jacket off its peg, and I put it on as I walk to +the door. A nice off-white linen two-piece suit: elegant yet +comfortable, light, suitable for this hot summer day. The same +suit I would have worn if I had gone to the office today, in fact, +complete with sober dark blue tie. And why not? I'm here to work +today, after all; and it's not as if I was alone, hacking on some +code all night long as I used to do so often years ago: she will +be here working with me, a respected colleague; indeed, I'm sure +she will also be impeccably elegant, as always when I've met her. + +That's one of the things I like best in her, in fact: she's not +sloppy in her wardrobe, like most of those Research eggheads are, +no, she's always smartly dressed, generally, though not always, in +pants suits. She would be a credit to my division, indeed, if she +were working for me in Software Production, rather than just seconded +from Research. And she IS clever; maybe, although that's not +something I ever admit without reluctance, more clever than I am. + +Or maybe I'm just out of practice; after all, what with all my +managing duties, I can hardly find the time to keep abreast of all +that new stuff, can I? Still, I'm an engineer, above all; a darn +_good_ engineer, if I say so myself. Second best techie brain in +S.P., probably, since she's arrived, I joke to myself... well, +half-joke anyway. + +Anyway _this_ project is one I _am_ going to stay on top of, no +matter what it takes! What she has crafted is a good, nay, brilliant +prototype. She codes well, and designs well, and, a rare feat for +a Research person!, she knows what it means to _document_ software. +Still, it is MY division that must turn this prototype into a +product; recode where needed, test, port, maintain forever... it +will be MY responsibility to oversee that. And for that, I want +to understand this thing, deeply, intimately, in all details. +Which is not easy: object-oriented analysis, o-o design, o-o coding, +all well and good, but not what we meet everyday, most definitely +not what I hacked at in my halcyon days. So I need her help, to +study and understand all this stuff. I KNOW I can do it! What +the hell, I'm not even forty yet! + +She knows how I aim to get to know this program as if it were my +own, and she's quite willing to help me get there, and we've been +trying for many days. But at the workplace, as we've quickly found +out, it's impossible: somebody keeps coming to my office, for +advice, or for some crucial decision, or with some document which +must be signed at once... it's interruptions all the time, and I +just can't manage to wall myself off from them. And each time we +have to pick up the thread of thought again, and lots of time gets +wasted. Which is why today we're meeting at my house: I have my +living-room workstation, and an ISDN link to work, and all the +quiet we need. Today we WILL make headways, I feel sure. + +I open the door, and there she is. In a white T-shirt, gauzy, with +dark-brown leather inlays; no bra underneath; her small, well-formed +breasts dangle free. A heavy black leather belt, plain, three +inches high, circles her waist. A short silk skirt, in a yellowish +pastel color, barely covers the top of her thighs. Also somewhat +gauzy, too. No makeup; no stockings; soft-leather boots, calf-high, +with shining metal buttons... + +All of which is most definitely _not_ what I had expected. Indeed, +my greetings come out like a half croak, and I can't stop my eyes +from feasting on the show, roaming all over. Why, it _is_ well +worth seeing: she may not be a classical beauty (a particularly +picky perfectionist might find her face a mite too thin, her features +a bit too sharp, her hips and buttocks just slightly too wide...) -- +but her body's in top shape (far better than my own; I've been +putting on weight), well-proportioned, and displayed to good effect +by her choice of attire; her face is bright and open, strong and +yet somehow still remotely suggestive of sweetness; and all about +her radiates her powerful personality and, yes, _warmth_ - not +something I had noticed in the past (not that I had been looking +for it, particularly). Hey what IS that - a tattoo on her left arm, +half hidden by the short sleeve. A *tattoo*? + +Wait wait wait - there's something horribly wrong here! Has she +misunderstood my invitation to work at my home today? But I REALLY +had no ulterior motive! Why, my wife's going to be back in an hour +or so - I wasn't planning on anything but WORK today! Oh my, if +I had but *known* she was interested, I _might_ have been able to +arrange something... if I had but told my wife I might have been +having an affair today, she could have made herself scarce for the +day; Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time she did that for me, +or I for her, for that matter - but springing a threesome on her +without any warning and with a woman she's never even met, why +that's quite another thing, I mean, I can hardly do THAT! + +No no no wait some more -- I'm going at this all wrong -- why ever +should I think her clothing implies anything in particular?! Am +I going crazy?! I have people who come dressed like this at work, +particularly in the summer, although I've always made it clear that +this is not the way I'd like them to dress... maybe this is just +how she likes to dress when not in the work environment, yes, that +must be it. Or must it? Oh God I've never been good at reading +nonverbal clues -- indeed this is why I like computers in the first +place, all open and verbal and well within my grasp... + +Hey, she's talking, she's been asking me something, what? Bike? +Oh yes - she's holding her bycicle, and asking if she can take it +into the house. "It's not really a problem in this neighbourhood", +I answer, "you can just leave it under the front porch, and nothing +will happen to it". "Well just to make sure, you know, it costs +a bundle", she replies. OK, so we put the bycicle inside. It's +incredibly light, must be titanium or something. Beautiful, too. + +I must start cycling to work again, work off that fat, get back +the nice muscles I once used to have -- see her legs and thighs as +she walks inside, how nicely muscled and tanned they are! Yes, +but pedaling means sweating, and I can hardly risk ruining my +beautiful suits... I'm the kind of guy who sweats a LOT. Just as +I'm thinking about that she passes near me in the entrance corridor +and I catch a tiny wiff of her sweat, and a glimpse of it, a light +film and a few miniscule drops on her forehead, arms, legs... with +the kind of sun that's already out, and her pedalling all the way +from her hotel, it's surprising there's so little sweat on her, +actually. No visible trace on her clothing, in particular. Now +that I think of it, she often cycles to work too, all dressed up. +Lucky her, she must be the kind of person who doesn't really KNOW +what *sweating* means... + +Meanwhile her sweat, what little there is of it, must have woken +something deep inside me (either that, or her looks... or both) - +I have a throbbing erection. Oh come on go 'WAY -- I don't WANT +you, I can't USE you right now! Aaah, it's as useless to tell an +erection to go away when inappropriate, as it is to just bid it +come when you could really take advantage of it... oh well, let's +hope my suit will hide it -- and anyway she certainly won't be +looking that way -- unless, unless, of course, that first wild +guess of mine was right after all... naah, can't be. And if it +were, then this wouldn't be _embarassing_ anymore... + +So we get down to work, and she explains, and I ask, and she answers, +and I object, and she defends a design choice, and... We're sitting +very close to each other, with keyboard, screen and mouse on the +desk in front of us. She does most of the typing and mousing as +she deftly walks the browser and the hypertext; sometimes, though, +I have to point to something, or type a query, and my hand brushes +hers as I take the mouse or the keyboard towards me. + +I confess my mind is only half on the work, and, darn!, this is a +time I'd really need _all_ of it. But I feel her scent and our +hands do brush sometimes, and our shoulders, and our feet, and her +skirt has gone up even higher as she sat down, and my eyes proclaim +her bronzed skin a much nobler target for them than that drab +screen (monochrome, too...) over there... make that LESS than half. +80% on her, 20% on her program... and a nice program it is, too... + +When was the last time I felt this way, torn between work and sexual +desire for the person working with me? Must have been long, *long* +ago... my well-beloved wife is not "into" computers at all, although +she appreciates them as _communication_ tools, at least since she +found out about a.s.b (a taste we fortunately share). So I have +to harken back to my student days -- or nights, rather... I recall, +one night, there were just two of us left in the terminal room, +pounding away at our respective dissertations. No fancy workstations +back then, just plain character terminals. + +And it was summer, and hot, like today, and the other student (a +woman [maybe more beautiful, although definitely not half as bright, +as this one]; not that I would mind much in my student days, I used +to be extremely promiscuous then -- females, males, radiators...:-) +was even hornier than I was... we had never had sex together until +that night, although we had been smooching at parties and so, +occasionally. She did, however, manage to communicate with me that +time - called me at her terminal to "ask for help", let her gown +ride higher and higher, rubbed her thigh against mine... finally +even body-language-deaf me had got the message. I had put my hand +on her thigh and caressed it... and she had responded at once, +hotly. Yes, we had fucked on the floor of the terminal room! Ah, +no AIDS scare at that time, and the Sexual Revolution WAS still in +the air... + +As my mind wanders over these memories of, gracious!, must be more +than ten years ago, I suddenly realize, with horror, that my +subconscious has played me QUITE a neat little trick: my real, +physical hand-of-today is exactly where I was recalling my +hand-of-ten-years-ago -- on her THIGH, stroking, feeling the +softness, and the firmness, caressing, holding... oh my GOD! This +is no daydream, I'm really manhandling her, a _colleague_! Oh my +I'm done for, she'll report me for sexual harassment on the job, +she'll slap my face and walk away, she'll... (or maybe -- brief +glimmer of hopeless hope -- I was right after all and she'll jump +all over me with glee...?). I freeze. + +She's doing neither. She had been looking at me with a half smile. +As she notices I've woken from my reverie, her face goes stern - +not angry, just stern. Her fingers grasp firmly the wrist of my +hand, still frozen in mid-caress on her thigh, and pointedly removes +it from her. She rises from her chair... + +"_DOCTOR_ M.", she addresses me, emphasizing my title, and calling +me by surname while we had been on a first-name basis for quite +some time, "I am _shocked_ at your behaviour!". Aaargh, so she's +going to report me, oh no please please no... but she goes on: + +"We are here to _work_, as you know perfectly well! NOT to have +fun with my thighs and your hands. I have been talking and explaining +for half an hour, and see what good it has done! Software work +takes brain _and_ DISCIPLINE, doctor M.! As well you should know. +The brain I know you have, the discipline you obviously lack; you +let your mind wander, and your hands roam. Well I do not intend +to waste my time and efforts like this: if you are so lacking in +discipline, I will have to beat some into you. If this doesn't +suit you, let me know and I'll find some better way to spend my +time, which won't be difficult!" + +What is she TALKING about?! She is removing her belt from her waist, +holding it by the buckle in her right hand, doubled up, with the tip +also held in her right hand. She is motioning me to rise; I do so. + +"Bend over the table", she says. "B...bend?", I ask, incredulous. +"Yes, bend. You are going to be spanked for your inattention, for +the time you have made me waste explaining things which now I shall +have to explain again, and for your lack of discipline. It will +be a _heavy_ spanking, I warn you. If you won't bend over and take +it, tell me so; I'll go away right now, fly back to headquarters, +and you'll have to find somebody else to explain my work to you!" + +I can't believe my luck. Surely this is sexual foreplay?! She +must have known of my tastes, from the net, or from office gossip, +or something, and decided to go along with them. So I was right +on the money the first time, PLUS, a nice spanking in preparation. +Oh goody! But no, wait, wait, wait...! I object: + +"We can't do that - my wife is going to come back any time now!". +"Your wife? What has she got to DO with this? Is she in the habit +of interfering with your work, and if so, why had you planned to +be working here, with her around?" "Work?" I blurt, "but, but...". + +"Yes, work, of course", she replies -- "you don't think I am planning +to have FUN tanning your butt, surely? I could easily find men +much younger and sexier and fitter than you, if that were the case! +I'm here to WORK, to TEACH you about my program. I see that to +be able to teach you I must be a stern teacher, for you are a sloppy +student; I see that I must whip some discipline into you. Very +well, I accept this as a part of my teaching duty. Now BEND OVER!" + +Now as I said I am not that good at reading between the lines, or +interpreting unsaid nuances and clues, but, let me assure you, in +this case I have no need for that skill, nor would it avail me +anything if I had it to the highest degree. There is no play in +her words, or in her countenance: she is in deadly earnest. She +means all the says; and she is saying all she means -- I am sure. +She intends to have me bend over that table, and punish me, _for +real_; no foreplay this! On the other hand she is not hinting at +any displeasure over the _sexual_ nature of my distraction, just +the _distraction_ itself; and she is menacing no "...or else", +except that she'll just walk away if I dont submit. But I NEED +her -- it's hard enough to grasp this program _with_ her help... +But how CAN I submit to this, the pain, the humiliation... + +Now I don't want to leave you with the impression that my mind is +always such a frenzy of bubbling thoughts; I couldn't be a good +programmer, or a decent manager, if I didn't know the tricks to +still the crew that never rests. But today, I admit, I am a wreck: +from the moment I had seen her clad like a wet dream, then even +more as my nostrils had been sweetly assaulted, and now most of +all, as, yet half-unbelieving, I confronted this real, yet oddly +compelling, physical threat, my mind had progressively gone to +mush, nor had I been able to rein it in again. + +Fortunately, in a sense, my body now takes over (as, less fortunately, +it did a few moments ago): I bend over the table. Not because of +any result of the above-related jumble of thoughts, but rather +because there is absolutely nothing else I could do here and now: +her voice is too strong, her commands too harsh, the belt she holds +too menacing; I *must* obey; choice doesn't come into it. + +I notice, as I rest my head on the table, that I have in full view +a couple of the large mirrors decking the walls of my living room, +which reflect back to me a reasonably complete view of the incongruous +scene in the room. A smartly-dressed, thirtyish male, close-shaven, +with short black hair, of heavy build and somewhat overweight, is +awkwardly bent over a sturdy oak table. I *know* that one is me, +but I seem to be refusing the identification. A lithe, shortish +woman in her mid twenties stands behind him, a wide and heavy +leather belt held in her right hand; she is raising her arm, all +the way to her shoulder and above. Her face, framed in soft, short +curls of light-brown hair, shows no anger, but rather a somewhat +surprising mix of half-suppressed excitation and steely determination. + +She strikes. No preparation, no warmup; just the impact of her +belt on the seat of my trousers. Heavy. Painful. But the fabric +of the trousers, although light and thin, is somewhat tensed by my +position, so that it takes the brunt of the blow from the wide +strip of leather, and spreads it more evenly all over my bottom. +I grit my teeth: this won't be pleasant, but I _can_ take it; +already I am a bit less afraid; I wait for the second stroke. + +It doesn't come. Rather, an order: "Get up!". I do. "Unbelt your +trousers and lower them; they are protecting you too much. Besides, +you need more humiliation". I am numb; again, I don't know what to +do. I find that my fingers are fumbling at my belt buckle (again, +by body obeys, without my mind to guide it), but mindless fingers +are apparently not good at this. She gets impatient, bids me turn +around, and undoes the belt herself; HER fingers are nimble, and +there is no hesitation in her. My trousers fall to my shoes. +"Turn around again", and, again, I obey. + +"You have NOT obeyed promptly, and, for this, your punishment is +now going to be harsher". Her finger grasp the elastic of my +underpants, and lower it to uncover my buttocks. The _front_ of +the underpants, thankfully, catches in my still-raging erection +(does its persistence mean that at SOME level I _want_ to live this +horrible situation I now find myself in? Or is my sex just so +blind and stupid that it still hasn't grasped that it's NOT going +to get any chance at sticking itself in this woman?), so it doesn't +come down. But my buttocks are bare. + +My hands, in a reflex reaction, flash towards them, to cover up my +nudity, to hide my shame; but she is prepared. She grabs my left +arm and twists it behind my back, HARD - the pain is unexpected +and intense - I cry out. Her voice, relentless and harsh: "You +are NOT going to get out of this by now; nor are you going to get +out of this with any shred of dignity left. BEND OVER again - and +stop being silly, and take your punishment, or it will be that much +the worse for you". And she pushes me down again, with my face +pressed to the table. She lets my arm go, and takes a step back; +but by now I'm terrified, I am NOT going to risk disobeying her +again in ANY way; I hold still, as still as I can, except for the +trembling of fear which I find myself unable to control. + +The view in the mirrors has changed; the male is now keeping his +left arm beyond his back, the right one a bit extended forwards, +and his bare bottom, upthrust and quaking slightly, gives a strangely +funny tone to it all... + +She strikes. With all the considerable strength of her arm, and +while taking a step towards me, presumably to make sure all possible +strength is in that blow. And, believe me, it IS! It's like a +fire burning my bottom, sudden, sharp -- it's more painful, I think, +than any single blow has ever been to me. I've done scenes in the +past, of course, I'm no mere lurker, I mean, but they were SWEET +ones, LOVE ones, and, even in the heaviest ones, there was a slow +warm-up, and mutual pleasure, and sexual excitement, and endorphins +to ride high on -- and I had a safeword. None of that now; she +IS, really and truly, intent on PUNISHING me. She is succeeding. + +I scream at the top of my lungs. Not a deliberate decision, again; +if I *had* deliberated about it at all, I guess I would have gone +for a stiff upper lip, and all that sort of crap -- but she didn't +leave me any chance. As the pain of that stroke keeps biting at +me, and doesn't seem to let up in any sense, so does my scream go on. + +She doesn't seem to be satisfied with that, either. At least I *am* +managing, and it surprises me in a sense, not to move AT ALL - still +too terrified from that arm-twisting, I guess. But, yet, I SENSE her +displeasure. She seems to be waiting for something. As soon as the +pain lowers to barely "intolerable" level, I shut up. + +Yes, THAT was what she was waiting for; she speaks again. "This is... +DISGUSTING, really. I didn't THINK to order you to stay quiet, for +I never thought a supposedly grown man would HOLLER so. One would +think you would be ASHAMED to let everybody in the neighbourhood know +about the spanking you have deserved! Well, that's YOUR problem, but, +meanwhile, I do not intend to let you assault my ears this way. YOU. +WILL. NOW. STAY. QUIET.". These last five words are definitely NOT +shouted, nor even spoken any louder than the rest; indeed, she has +not raised her voice at all, not even once. But, they carry an +unmistakable authority; they are AN ORDER. I will have to obey. + +I open my eyes - I had clenched them tight, I guess, when that +horrible pain wave had hit me unexpectedly. She's... *panting*, +that's it; soundlessly, but visibly, her chest is rapidly expanding +and contracting. I guess some horrendously visible mark must be +on my bottom, but I can't see it clearly from this position, nor +do I intend to risk moving, at all, at all! She raises her arm... + +She starts striking again, still with the full strength of her arm, +but thankfully without that further murderous forward step. Talk +about thanking for little blessings -- the blows are landing at a +breathtaking pace, all over my bottom, as she moves around a bit +from side to side, as if to make sure every part of my seat is +equally, and thoroughly, tanned. No single stroke is as hard and +unbearable as the first one, but the cumulative effect is overwhelming. + +I manage not to cry out again -- my jaws are clenched shut so +strongly that I suddenly get a half-crazed fear I'll be hurting my +teeth -- but I am unable to stay REALLY still; my buttocks and my +hips heave up and down, right and left, not very far either way, +but frantically, as if in some desperate attempt to escape the fury +of her blows. She doesn't seem to mind. + +Normally, I would be fully out of my mind by this time in a scene +even half as heavy as this one, flying high and wild on endorphins. +But here the blows are too fast, too strong, too furious; not even +that way can I avoid their blast: I stay fully conscious of each +and every one of them. They hurt like CRAZY! I don't know how +much more I can take of this treatment -- not *half a second* more, +I'd guess -- nor do I know what I shall do when the time comes that +my body proves unable to take any more of it; crumble into a heap +on the floor, I guess. But this will make her really ANGRY... oh +no, ANYthing but that! The fear is still stronger than the pain, +and I hang on, grimly. + +Part of the weirdness of this scene is the near lack of sounds. +The belt makes little more than a heavy, muffled "THUD" each +time it lands again on my tormented flesh; the heavy oak table +hardly creaks under my frantic heaving; I'm still managing to +choke the screams that want to come out of my throat... + +Thus is it that we can hear perfectly the click of the key turning +in the front door's keyhole, and the sound of its opening. My wife +is back -- I had forgotten she was due back any moment now. Shame +at the very thought of being seen like this, and wild fear at how +she will react, assail me. Meanwhile, my stern teacher does not +seem to be put back in the slightest, and continues unabated her +assault on my behind; so all I can do is freeze again (except for that +uncontrollable trembling, that is), shut my eyes, and clench my +teeth yet harder. And I pray without words that SOMEthing will +happen, that my wife will suddenly recall she's forgotten something +and get out again, that she'll have pressing business in some other +part of the house and won't come this way, ANYthing. And I know +this is hopeless: she WILL come to the living room to greet me -- +and she'll see me like this instead, shamefully bent over the table, +with my bare bottom fiery red from the tender ministrations of the +belt of this woman, this colleague! What will happen beyond this, +I cannot think, I *dare* not think. + +And it happens, as it had to. The door of the living rooms opens; I +hardly hear it, but I know, from the sudden gentle current of air +coming to soothe my exposed red globes. The rain of blows stops; I +dare open my eyes again. + +My love, my wife, my Mannie is standing in the doorframe, still, +as if transfixed by what she's seeing. Her long, soft, curly +dark-blond hair flows over her shoulders, onto her cotton dress +printed with rich, reddish flowery patterns, all the way to her +narrow waist, snugly held by the top of a long, wide matched gown; +some ray of sunlight from the window emblazes the golden wonder of +her hair onto a fittingly magical halo to enshrine and emphasize +the perfect, angelic features of her pale-skinned face. Her large +brown eyes are wide with wonder, as they seem to be drinking in +the scene before them, slowly, fully. Is she shocked? Horrified? +About to scream? Her cheeks seem to be reddening -- with shame? +With anger? + +My stern teacher's face is also displaying some hard-to-read mix +of emotions. It is as if an initial annoyance at being disturbed +from her work was overrun by an intense and pleasurable surprise +at what she sees -- I now recall she's never met Mannie before -- +and she now appears to be struggling to regain full control of +herself. A half-smile is clear on her face, but a hint of, well, +*predatoriness*, might be hiding somewhere in that baring of teeth, +or in the glint of her sky-blue eyes... + +The silence is now broken -- by my wife. + +"Oh, GOODY!" she exclaims with a half-suppressed burst of giggles, +moving her hand to half-hide her mouth. She melts from her frozen +position and is suddenly darting all around the room, stopping for +an instant at each window to draw the curtains close. Not that +anybody could have peeked into the room before, unless after sneaking +through the woods abutting the house on this side -- thanks to the +trees, there is no unobstructed line of sight between any of the +windows and the road, or neighbouring properties. But then, it does +not matter: I've sometimes joked that Mannie would make sure the +curtains are drawn closed if anything private was about to happen +in a stateroom of a boat in the middle of the ocean... + +Fast-moving as always, she's finished her tour, and she's standing +before my colleague with her right hand out in an unmistakable +offer of a handshake. "Pleased to meet you -- I'm Manuela, I'm +Andy's wife" (she _never_ abbreviates her name to strangers). "Hi, +I'm Laura W., a colleague of your husband's", replies my stern +teacher, moving the belt to her left hand and accepting the handshake. + +"Andy must have been VERY naughty, from what I see", continues +Mannie; "hang on just a sec and I'll go get something to help you +with!". I can see my darling must have misunderstood the +situation greatly, and has taken it for joyous, if heavy and +unannounced, play, and plans to join in it with her usual gusto... +I think I should clarify things before they get any further out +of hand, but I don't think I dare break my orders and move, or +make any sound. Laura seems about to speak too, so I think I'd +DEFINITELY better leave the explanations to her. + +But Mannie's already darted out of the room. Laura looks definitely +*surprised* at Mannie's reaction, or at the speed of it. Well, +few women would react that sweetly and promptly upon being greeted, +on returning home, by the sight of their man bending on a table, +his bare bottom all red and sore, and being further tanned by heavy +beltwork from a perfect stranger, I guess. I should be proud of +her -- by gosh, I AM! It's just all a horrible pity that she has +misunderstood the situation, but that's also SO understandable... + +Laura's surprised again at the speed with which Mannie returns to +the living room. She hasn't gone to our "toy" cache, I see; what +she is holding is not whips and chains, but rather a wicker +carpet-beater, a couple of hairbrushes, and a table-tennis paddle. +More in the spirit of what seemed to her to be the occasion, I +guess. + +I find the strength to speak and to move, a little, consequences be +damned. I remove my arm from behind my back, putting it back on +the table, with the idea of pushing myself off it; but after all +the strain the arm aches so badly that I'll have to wait for that. +Meanwhile, at least, I turn my head around to look at my wife, and +address her: "Mannie, dearest, I think you have misunderstood the +situation, you see...". + +But she interrupts me, her lovely voice a fascinating mixture of +mock-sterness, excitation, half-suppressed giggling, eagerness...: +"Shut UP you bad, baaad boy! We won't HAVE excuses, will we Laura? +You'll pay the full price of your naughtiness! Why I'll even have +you iron the suit yourself afterwards, as it's all wrinkled up. +Particularly the trousers, you should just SEE them hanging loosely +around your shoes. If any black polish has rubbed onto the linen +I'll have you bleach it with your TONGUE, you know! Oh no don't +even THINK of moving, stay down as your punishment is just starting! +Heeeere it coooomes...!" + +Now I see that this account, though factual, definitely risks giving +a false impression. Manuela is not NORMALLY like this, particularly +around strangers. Soft-spoken, sweet, even a bit *shy* at times, +rather, in her own heavenly way... But sometimes, something happens +to touch her sweet spot, and she starts bubbling all over with the +irrepressible enthusiasm of a five-year old girl; one of the many +reasons I love her so dearly, I guess. THIS time she is definitely +in high orbit, a bit like she gets sometimes with champagne... I'm +not sure why; maybe it was just too long since we last did a nice +spanking scene, maybe it's the prospect of a threesome with Laura's +that's sparkling her so, maybe... + +This train of thought stops brusquely as I feel the carpet-beater +descending heavily on my poor bruised bottom. "OUCH!", I hear +myself cry out... it's NOT as heavy a stroke as the ones that +Laura's belt was imparting, by far, but my nether cheeks are in +such a sorry state that a *feather* would hurt. "OUCH!" again, as +the carpet beater rises and falls -- having breached silence, I +can't manage to hold it all in anymore. A third, a fourth, a fifth +time it falls, not TOO hard each time, but faster and faster, and +I start moaning... + +Suddenly it stops. What's happening? I find my eyes are closed; +in these few seconds I had, at last, almost lost control of myself, +as Mannie's well-known painful-but-loving rhythm started resonating +with my own frequencies... light years apart from Laura's stern, +unrelenting blows. But, what's happening? I come to earth again +and open my eyes to see. + +Laura has taken a step towards Mannie, grasping her wrist. She +must be grasping HARD, as Mannie's face shows pain mixed with her +surprise. Neither has spoken yet. + +Then, slowly, implacably, Laura is twisting Mannie's right arm +behind her back, fixing a steely glare into Mannie's widening eyes. +Mannie drops the carpet beater to the floor; the arm twisting gets +harder; at last, Mannie cries out in pain. As if hypnotized by +Laura's eyes, she isn't even attempting any gesture of defense. +Something stirs deep inside me, prompting me to rise out of this +humiliating position, get UP!, and defend my woman from this threat. +I gulp this noble impulse down: I'm sure it would be no use, and +might well make things worse. + +Finally Laura speaks. "This family is AWASH in indiscipline, it +would seem. Who gave you permission to interfere with my work?!" +Feebly Mannie stammers, "W-work...?" "Yes WORK I said! I was +punishing your husband for his lack of attention as I taught him +about my program. And you barge in and INTERFERE! How DARE you?" +Her tone is severe and aggressive, the last short sentence positively +menacing. I see Mannie has totally, and brusquely, snapped off +her playful-top mood, and is now shocked and close to tears. + +"It seems I must take it upon me to give lessons to all of the +family, then. Very well; at least this part can prove pleasant. +Doctor M., your punishment is over for now: get up, with your hands +on your head, and go kneel in that corner, facing the wall. Hurry!" +With that, she speeds me up with a further whack of the belt on my +rump; I hasten to comply. I *am* worried about poor Mannie, but +more relieved that my own ordeal seems over, unless I get teacher +angry at me again, that is; I plan not to. + +I stumble to the corner, hampered by my trousers 'round my ankles, +but I don't dare remove a hand from my head, where she has ordered +them; I get there, at last; I kneel down, leaning a bit on the wall +to help support myself. Kneeling is never a particularly comfortable +position for me, but thankfully the wall-to-wall carpet is reasonably +soft here. If I lean a bit THIS way I can still follow the action +in the mirrors... it's risky (she MIGHT get angry again, should +she notice), but as the throbbing pain eases a little, my curiosity +is overcoming my prudence; also, I realize once more that my erection +has STILL not subsided at all, and that I'm getting horny again -- +I guess I must have been so all the time, just stopped taking notice +as I was overwhelmed with the fear and the pain. Oh I WISH I could +take one hand off my head and assuage this horniness... but no, +that would be VERY visible to my colleague, and I shudder at the +very thought of what would happen when she noticed! + +Meanwhile, in the center of the room, Mannie, fully dressed, is +bending over the table, her arms spread out in front of her, palms +on the table. She is sobbing quietly but intensely... Laura stands +over her, belt at the ready; but she doesn't seem to be about to +strike. Rather, her eyes appear to be roaming over Mannie's body; +I notice a quickly suppressed half-gesture from her free hand, as +if she was straining to avoid touching her... + +She shakes her head. "No, this will not do; I can't properly gauge +how much protection this nice dress might be giving you, to measure +off your punishment properly. It will have to go. Get up" -- at +this she throws her belt on the floor, and with both hands takes +Mannie by the armpits and gets her straight up almost by sheer +force -- "and, here, I'll help you take this off". Mannie seems +fazed and unresisting; Laura's hands dart here and there, unfastening +the many buttons and ribbons of Mannie's beautiful dress. I wish +I was half as effective at undressing Mannie when she's wearing +one of those lovely but oh so complicated things! + +The dress comes off, and Laura gasps in excitation and surprise. +Under it, and despite the heat, Mannie is wearing black fishnet +stockings, with dark blue garters; frilly black silk panties; +and a dark-blue corset (its color a perfect match for the garters'), +rather tight, which goes from the top of her panties to the lower +half of her generous breasts, holding them up but leaving her nipples +bare. It's a sight that never fails to move me, too, although I +am familiar enough with it; how *typical* of Mannie to be wearing +her sexiest underclothes, under a dreamily romantic dress, on the +hottest day of the year, and just to go shopping! She loves to +FEEL sexy (although, let me tell you, Mannie couldn't HELP being +sexy even in sackcloth...), in and for itself. Still, to somebody +not knowing her as intimately as I do, it must be totally unexpected. +So, I can well sympathize with Laura's reaction. + +She doesn't stay there gazing very long. She drapes Mannie's dress, +carefully, over the table; then, grabbing her by the ear (at which +Mannie also gasps, although Laura's grasp seems not too harsh -- +her ears, what with all those earrings, are VERY sensitive), she +leads her towards the low, wide leather armchair near the wall. +She stops to pick up the table-tennis paddle from where Mannie had +let it fall on the floor when she had started spanking me with the +carpet beater. She's talking, meanwhile: "The table will not do, +it must hold your nice dress. We'd better get on the armchair, +you can lie across my lap and across the arms, they look soft +enough"... they are, I can attest to that, having lain myself +there often enough, across Mannie's lap, in exactly the manner +she's envisioning. About as often I have held Mannie like that, +and it's a wonderful way to spank her, with full contact with her +luscious soft body... + +Laura's voice is now hoarse, and her delivery sweet, although the +steel of command is also evident just below the velvet. She didn't +speak to ME like that, for sure... + +They get to the armchair. Laura sits down comfortably, hefts the +paddle in her right hand (it's rather heavy, quite new, covered on +both sides with springy rubber), and gestures to invite Mannie, +who's standing before her with her head demurely bowed, to her lap. + +Mannie hooks her panties' elastic with her thumbs, and slowly lowers +them to just above her garters, unbidden. Her love triangle flowers +with soft blond curls; the twin globes of her buttocks, with their +pale and silky-soft skin, jut out from her corset. The tatoo on +her left bottom cheek, a simple black widdershins spiral, stands +out on the whiteness of her skin. + +Once again, Laura seems astonished, this time presumably by the +boldness of submission in that panties-lowering gesture. I am a +bit surprised too, as she generally has to be ordered QUITE explicitly +before she unveils her nether beauties in a scene (when she tops, +she often keeps her panties on throughout; it's not really modesty, +she once claimed while talking to me about it, but rather the sheer +pleasure of the feel of the silk against her naughty bits -- me, +I have my doubts on this). She's speaking now, in a low, subdued +whisper: "Should I take these off?". There's... something *peculiar* +in her voice. I would almost be willing to wager _her_ voice would +be hoarse, too, if she spoke any louder -- which may be why she is +whispering instead. + +"No", replies Laura, "this will do. Remove rather your corset, it +looks uncomfortably tight; I want your body more free to wriggle +during the spanking. I also want to see more of your skin". Well, +at least she's OPEN about it! That THIS one will not be a simple, +straight punishment line mine, is now abundantly clear; in a sense, +I'm relieved of the worry I had for Mannie. On the other hand, I +feel sure the spanking is not going to be a token one, either... +I believe both the severity of her impending punishment, and the +obvious determination of my colleague to enjoy it sexually, must +be equally clear to my wife. Which may be why she's taken the +initiative to bare her beautiful bottom? + +If this is so, then she must be accepting the fact, at least at +some level, responding with a gesture of utter sexual submission +to Laura's sexually-charged domination. Well, good for her; even +if all she's doing is trying to placate Laura's anger, to channel +it into less threatening physical channels, it's already something. +Knowing Mannie, I believe there may well be more than that, too. + +And again she surprises us both. Having unfastened most of the +corset's restraints, she kneels in front of Laura, between her open +bare thighs, facing her, head bowed, and humbly asks "Could you +please help me with these laces and buttons in the back?". Why, +the little _minx_! She's perfectly able to undo those herself; +all the time she wears and removes her corsets without any help -- +her joints are supple, and she can contort herself at will... so +this cannot be anything but an excuse for a further gesture of +submission, the assumption of the kneeling position. Laura cannot +_know_ this, of course, but she must suspect it pretty strongly. +Nor does she seem to mind it AT ALL... + +Laura lays the tennis-table paddle on the floor, and her arms go +around my wife's torso, as she begins to work on those laces on +the back. That's not a really _practical_ way to go about it -- +the practical thing would of course be to have Mannie turn around, +to be able to work without obstruction; but a side effect of the +approach she's chosen is to draw my wife body closer to hers, and +by now there's no doubt left in my mind that this was of course +exactly the desired effect. Mannie is being pliant, soft and +passive, her arms along her sides, not pushing herself against +Laura, but not retracting at all either... + +Suddenly Laura fixes me straight in the eyes, and with a start I +realize I had let my pretence of being "facing the wall", as ordered, +fall by the wayside; fascinated by the unfolding of the scene, I +had been staring openly for awhile! I shudder and cringe with +fear, anticipating a burst of fury... + +"Oh, Andy, you may as well get up now, your punishment is over. +And, by the way, I really need a break from work right now. Would +you mind adjusting your clothing and coming here to give me a hand?" +The voice pronouncing these friendly and unexpected sentences is +far from furious; she sounds cheerful, somewhat excited, and at +least as pleasant as she had been before my trasgression. Somewhat +fazed, I nonetheless comply, hastily pulling up my underpants and +picking up and fastening my trousers. I then proceed to the side +of the room where the two women are, curious and eager to see what +kind of assistance Laura might be requiring. + +"Here -- you see -- this thing here really needs four hands to +unfast properly, so please hold here and here and... OK, right, +there it comes". The knot she appeared to be fighting with wasn't +really as terrible as all that, although she had apparently been +pulling the laces the wrong way, complicating the unfastening a +little bit. I wonder if this has been used as an excuse to lure +me here (as if that was really needed), or if this brilliant person +with a mathematics doctorate can really be that clueless about +simple knots, despite all those topology and geometry courses... + +She doesn't appear to be particularly needful of me, though, as +her next words (I'm still a bit speechless, an unusual situation +for wordy me) are "Good! Thank you very, very much. Now could +you please fetch us some good cold refreshing drink? Spanking is +thirsty work! No alcohol of course, we'll have to get back to +work soon enough." "Uh, sure", I stammer, "we have cold milk, +Coke, mineral water, or I can press you some oranges...". "Milk +will do fine, skim, please", she interrupts. "Sorry, we don't +use skim milk, I don't think we have any in the house", I have to +apologize. "Oh well, I guess REAL milk won't kill me for once, +that'll do". "Right, and, Mannie, are you thirsty too?". + +"Don't you DARE offer a drink to this naughty spoiled girl!", Laura +interrupts me at once, forcefully; I hear again in her voice the +edge of the stern, punishing teacher, and see a glint of anger in +her eyes; enough to make me recoil as if under a physical shock... +"She's being punished for barging in and interrupting our work, +remember, and by jolly when I PUNISH a bad girl, she's damn well +going to KNOW she's being punished!" She punctuates this tirade +with a hard open-handed slap to my wife's bottom; Mannie yelps, +with surprise as much as with pain, I guess. Fortunately Laura's +voice and manners relapse at once to courtesy, as she continues, +"No, just go get some good cold drink for yourself -- you're all +red and bothered, I'm sure you could use one! -- and for me, ice-cold +milk, thanks". Well it's not exactly from *thirst* that I'm all +red and bothered, but I know better than to go and pick an argument +with this woman at this point; I dart towards the kitchen. + +My behind feels on fire, particularly as I walk rapidly. Once in +the kitchen, I toy with the idea of applying some soothing salve +to my bottom, or at least some ice... and I discard it at once: +although my punishment may be over as she said, I surmise she might +well intend for me to feel its after-effects in full, "to help me +concentrate my mind" as she'd undoubtedly put it, so that she might +well get angry again if she knew I had done something to lessen +those effects. And I don't want her to get impatient for her drink +and get angry again! So I just take the occasion to straighten my +clothing a bit better, splash a little water on my face (which IS +indeed all red and hot -- I think this is the first time in my +memory that I got so flustered by SHAME, and the fluster returns +if I stop to think of the shameful spectacle I was presenting a +while ago... so let's not think about it!), and head back to the +living room very soon, with two beautiful, large cylindrical +glasses in my hands, milk for her, Coke for myself. + +When I arrive, my wife's corset has gone. She is now draped over +Laura's lap, her panties still lowered at mid-thigh, her soft, +creamy-white, deliciously rounded bottom upwards. On her pale skin +stands out, quite visible, the reddening mark of Laura's slap; +maybe it had been stronger and more painful than I had thought at +the time. Mannie is sobbing wildly; her head is slightly bent, +and thus covered by the sweet cascade of her blond hair; still, +below that golden veil I see she's covering her face with her hands. +As I hand Laura her drink, I wonder what can possibly have caused +such a reaction in her. She's not exactly the "timid virgin" type, +to get wildly sobbing about her current exposure, humiliating as +it may be, or about the body contact. Just as I'm wondering whether +it's safe to inquire about the reasons, I am preempted from that, +as Laura makes a further request. + +"I wonder -- so sorry to trouble you again -- you *would* happen +to have some good-quality saran wrap in your kitchen, yes? Would +you mind fetching it?" "Saran wrap?", I'm a bit taken aback -- +"sure, I'll get all you want, but, what for?" "Ah, that's to remain +a little secret between us girls for a little longer, yes?" she +banters, and applies a further, playful but not *delicate*, smack +to my wife's bottom. Oh well, if it's going to be only *a little* +longer, I think to myself as I head back towards the kitchen, I +can maybe stand the curiosity till all is revealed. Still, my mind +whirls about the kinds of play one does with saran wrap, and they +don't exactly jibe with Laura's stern-teacher image... but that +woman has astonished me so often today that I have lost count, so +I figure I'm in for AT LEAST one more surprise. Well, we shall see. + +THIS time I'm back in a flash -- I don't want to lose any more +interesting happenings, as I seem to have done during my last trip +to the kitchen -- and, just to make sure as I don't know how much +she may be needing, I'm carrying the whole roll and dispenser of +the saran wrap. I wonder if I will be asked to do something in +particular with it, but Laura just thanks me and asks me to lay it +down on the floor near her armchair. She's been drinking the milk +quite rapidly, and a bit less than half a glass remains; she deposits +the glass on the floor as well (the armchair's quite low off the +floor, so she has comfortable access to all these things while +remaining seated there). + +"Aaah! NOW, we're gonna get serious. Andy, take a seat and enjoy +the show, will you?" "Uh, MUST I?" I involuntarily exclaim as the +very thought of sitting down on that still-raging volcano she's +made of my buttocks makes me shiver... "Oh, of COURSE not", she +laughs out, "just place yourself comfortably on the floor then, or +stand, or whatever". I don't want to think what THIS will do to +my suit, but, what the hell, it's already all crumpled up anyway, +so I lower myself carefully to the softly-carpeted floor and lie +on my side, leaning on my elbow. The view is, indeed, superb. + +Particularly since, below my wife's delectable naked body stretched +on her lap, Laura's thighs are also totally displayed to my roving +eyes; she's sitting in a natural position, and as I said the armchair +is very low off the floor, so that her knees are higher than her +lap - which means her already-short gown is rolled up dizzingly +high, and my stare is *almost* able to discern her panties' cut +and colour... and what a _tantalizing_ "almost" that is! Darkish, +I should say, and quite small, maybe some sort of tanga-like cut... + +My natural impulse would be to bring an hand to my crotch, and at +least stroke my raging erection through my pants, but I think I'd +better not. I'm terribly close to coming as it is, and a splotch +of semen on these pants is a really unbearable thought... so I'll +go into "tantric" mode, and wait. Don't they say that all things +come to him who waits...? + +Laura gets the tennis-table paddle off the floor. She rests her +left hand, lightly, on the small of my wife's back. She raises +her right arm, slowly, bringing the paddle almost to the height of +her shoulder... + +She strikes - definitely not as hard as I *know* she could, but +NOT softly either. Mannie grits her teeth and catches her breath, +but manages to make no sound. Very fast, the paddle rises again, +and again it comes down, about as hard as before. And again, and +again... Laura is striking at a very rapid and regular rhythm, +each time not moving the paddle very far from its soft target, and +bringing it down again mostly with wrist action; she has *strong* +wrists, though, I notice. My wife's hands are not on her face +anymore; rather, her arms appear to be clutching at the armchair's +side, and her hands are beating against it. Nor is her face still +bent towards the floor; her head is, instead, flailing up and down +rather wildly. + +Mannie has not been able to keep silent very long; a moan is escaping +from her lips, almost unceasing now, with occasional small, sharp +cries to highlight the strokes she finds particularly painful -- +not so much because such strokes are really stronger than the +others, I think, since Laura's rhythm, and the considerable strength +she applies to her task, are admirably regular and even, but rather +because, at times, two, three or more blows in a row happen to fall +in the same spot. Well, "spot" is not the right word, not exactly, +as the paddle is large and each stroke covers a goodly portion of +the rapidly reddening hemispheres, but anyway. I don't think such +series of strokes in the same area are any accident, either, since +Laura's control seems to be just about perfect... + +Laura's not silent, either; she's mouthing an uninterrupted stream +of scoldings, mild abuse, and threats. It's all delivered in a +flat and lowish voice, though, almost drowned in the dramatic +"splat" sounds of the paddling itself. I think the rhythm of the +strokes, and maybe their strength, are accelerating now, and also +the speed with which Laura is talking... now she falls silent, as +the blows steadily keep getting yet harder, and faster... + +A full-strength blow, all the way from shoulder height, suddenly +breaks the rhythm, falling in a spot just tormented by several +strokes in succession. Mannie screams, and her hands finally dart +to her behind, in some vain attempt to shield it from attack... + +Laura stops and GRINS. There is no anger in her face: triumph, I +would rather say! She composes herself in an instant and speaks +again, in her most severe tone...: "SO! You don't even possess +enough discipline to be able to withstand a simple spanking! Very +well, that saran wrap will come in handy in more than one way, +then. Andy, would you mind lending me a hand...? Oh thanks, just +hold her like this for an instant..." As I keep Mannie in the +position Laura has placed her, that is, with her arms behind her +back and each hand just about touching the opposite elbow, Laura +gets the dispenser off the floor, and rapidly starts unrolling +transparent plastic off it and onto Mannie's forearms, going all +round them over and over. + +I recognize this style of binding from having read of it in a.s.b, +but had never seen it in practice. We're more into leather cuffs +and metal chains, so much more showy... oh, and rope, of course... +but I admit this plastic stuff is VERY practical indeed! In an +instant Mannie's arms are immobilized exactly like Laura wanted +them to be, as the plastic sticks to itself repeatedly. Mannie is +not resisting this, her head is bowed again, and she appear to be +crying with shame - indeed I think I glimpse some real tears from +behing her charming mane - she probably feels humiliated by not +having been able to hold position while ordered to do so, she's +always been SO proud of the perfection of her obedience! + +Now Laura gets her glass again and drains it of milk, avidly. Must +be _quite_ thirsty, apparently. Rich creamy milk is all over her +lips, and she takes the time to lick it all off, with a slow and +sensual movement of her tongue. Her eyes are feasting themselves +all over Mannie's sob-racked naked body draped on hers; she puts +the glass back on the floor... + +Laura starts spanking Mannie's bottom again, this time with her +open hand. On her face, I see a very satisfied smile; cat having +just eaten canary, and all that, you know. She has not told, or +motioned, me to distance myself again, so I take the opportunity +to stay right there, crouching on the carpet near the armchair, my +hands resting lightly on Mannie's shoulders, as if to console her, +although I dare not make any explicit move towards that. At every +heavy SPLAT, Mannie's body shudders and shivers, although she keeps +perfectly silent now, as does Laura. + +The reprise does not last long. Soon Laura stops, exclaiming: "Oh +I can't WAIT any more! Andy, please - her discipline isn't over +yet - but I MUST, oh I *MUST*, get release... would you be so kind +as to help? There, go fetch my belt, it's very suitable and it +must be somewhere on the floor...". I don't understand what having +her belt back has to do with "release", but, I'm not gonna argue +with this woman, nohow. I straighten up, I see the belt, I go get +it off the floor, and I'm back near the armchair, all in a split +second... + +...just in time to see Laura shuck Mannie off her lap, dumping her +onto the carpet like a sack of coals, shaking with uncontrollable +sobs. Laura rises and, quite matter-of-factly, she's taking her +panties off. Hey, they're LEATHER! And, as far as I can notice +before my eyes are inhexorably magnetized to her shaved pussy, I +had been right in surmising that they're cut somewhat like a tanga. +She is looking down at Mannie, and speaking to her, in a quiet but +firm tone, saying something about now having to show her gratitude +for the punishment that has been administered. I'm frozen, +hypnotized, standing in front of them, my right arm extended to +offer the belt to its rightful owner... + +...who finally notices me and looks at me with a puzzled air for a +moment. "What...? Ah, no!", she exclaims as she understands, "I +meant *you* are to use my belt on your wife's backside, to, well, +'top up' her punishment, while she thanks me properly for all I've +done so far! Here, help me prop her up like this..." Laura is +sitting on the armchair again, her thighs wide open, her pussy +gaping in their midst, and glistening with her own juice. She's +urging Mannie off the floor by the very simple device of grasping +her hair and pulling upwards... Mannie's scream at this development +is the most desperate I've yet heard today - I hurry to help her +as she struggles to get up. Meanwhile, my colleague has torn off +a further piece of saran wrap from the holder, doubling it up, and +covering her pussy with it... + +Now Laura roughly but effectively manages to plant my wife's face +between her legs, on the above-mentioned pussy; Mannie is thus +kneeling on the carpet, her angry-red ass sticking up in the air, +her arms still bound behind her by the saran wrap. "That's good", +Laura proclaims, "now you whip the slut's arse as severely as she's +deserved, while she demonstrates her gratitude! And mind you, I +don't want you to CARESS her - that's still a PUNISHMENT, you know! - +so please *use* the strength of your arm. Understood?" + +I can but nod, I'm so excited that if I tried to speak nothing +would come out. She pushes her torso backwards, to rest on the +armchair's soft stuffed back; her hands remain poised grasping my +wife's hair. Mannie stifles one last sob, then her mouth goes to +work on my colleague's clit and labia through the transparency... + +And I start doing as I was bid, whipping Mannie's already-sore +buttocks with the wide heavy belt, with substantial force. I see +her beloved body tense and writhe under the blow, and a loud moan +comes from her throat, in lieu of shriek I guess, since her mouth +is enveloping Laura's sex, her lips and tongue otherwise occupied +than in crying out. + +After a short while, I notice Laura isn't following the scene much +any more - she would appear to be staring at the ceiling instead, +if it weren't for the fact that only the white of her eyes is +showing. Her hands are not *holding* my wife's soft blonde hair +any more, but rather *caressing* it, when they aren't busy frantically +clenching and unclenching in mid-air, that is. Apparently Mannie +is rather effective with her mouthwork, despite her relative lack +of experience at pussy-eating (*active* pussy-eating, that is - +she sure is no novice at *receiving* such treatment... although no +saran wrap is warranted between us two). + +So effective, indeed, that in a few more moments Laura shakes all +over, tenses, moans, growls, shrieks softly, and finally collapses +on the armchair, spent. Mannie's head remains buried in Laura's +lap, although less active - just like her to always followup, so +softly, so tenderly - while I, knowing Mannie, keep whipping her +ass anyway, because I'd bet... + +Yes, I'd have won my bet - after a few further heavy strokes, Mannie +gets her orgasm too, and a long and powerful one it is; after it, +she slumps, limp, still in position in Laura's lap. It looks like +I'm the only one who hasn't reached orgasm yet in this room! + +And I don't plan to remain in this orgasmless state much longer - +I feel as if I were about to _explode_!. I drop the belt, remove +my pants and underpants, and kneel behind Mannie. Finally my +hard-on will be good for something! I check her lubrification with +my fingers - OK, as usual, it's excellent. + +Slowly, deliberately, I push my cock inside her cunt - she reacts +little, still weak and woozy from her previous orgasm no doubt. +My hands are on Laura's thighs, stroking, gently squeezing, kneading, +caressing, pinching and scratching *just* a little... I feel Laura's +hands on mine, not as if about to remove them, far from it!, but +rather, apparently, encouraging them, egging them on. Meanwhile +my cock is pumping in and out, in and out, in and out... + +As I feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, the actions of my hands +on my colleague's thighs are getting less delicate, less gentle, +and *still* her hands appear to me to keep urging mine to continue, +to intensify yet more... and Mannie is starting to respond more +intensely, too, as I hoped from her wonderful multi-orgasmic +capability that I know so well (wish I was able to come even one +tenth as often as that wonderful woman... oh well!). + +Climax comes, for all of us at once - including Laura, apparently, if +I am judging well from a sort of smaller-scale replay of the previous +tension/sound-effects/release stuff... fancy that, I've done nothing +but manhandle her firm and silky thighs - and she comes again! I +thought only Mannie was like that... well, either I've got VERY +magic hands, or, a peculiar luck in meeting easy-to-orgasm people! + +I slide to the carpet to enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss, and I notice +a *possibly* more likely explanation of my colleague's latest +orgasm: Mannie's head is still firmly in place between Laura's +thighs, although they're now both rather abandonedly slumping on +each other (as after two orgasms in quick succession, who wouldn't +be); thinking back, I also recall I didn't hear any words or moans +from Mannie during our recent fuck, which, on the "dog that didn't +bark in the night" theory, might suggest her mouth was, again, +otherwise occupied. Repetita juvant? Quite plausible... + +I don't stay very long on the carpet, because soon Laura beckons +me: "...Andy? Where have you gone? Why don't you come back here +- let's all hug at once - oh *please*". For the first time since +that fateful moment when I put my hand on her thigh, there's no +*command* in her voice, but, rather, *pleading*. The change is +surprising, unexpected... still, what she's pleading me to do is +a very appealing activity anyway, so I accede willingly and promptly; +soon I am in her arms, and in Mannie's, and both of them in mine, +and in each other's... + +I seem to be the only one around with dry eyes. I had seen Mannie's +well-understandable tears, but, how come Laura's...? And she +starts speaking, softly, fast, sweet delicate sobs punctuating her +voice: "Oh, I had been dreaming of this for SO long, since I was +a student reading your posts on a.s.b, and then I got to meet you +at last, but you were SO different, so professional, so distant, +like a computer yourself... and I never would have been able to +TALK about this, I am SO shy..." (shy? my still-burning buttocks +wouldn't EXACTLY agree, but...) "...so I got all my courage together +and, well, planned this scene and dressed for it...! Did it turn +out right? It did, didn't it? Oh I was SO afraid something would +spoil everything... but it didn't, did it?" + +She's almost babbling at this point - and Mannie, managing to be +all sweet and motherly even in her disheveled state, hugs her +harder, and shushes her, and murmurs "but of course, you were +wonderful, you were like a dream, so strong and hard and demanding +you melted me all inside, and Andy too...". Laura interrupts "Oh +I'm not like THAT really, I'm a sweet submissive bottom, and I +dreamed of your chains on me and kissing your feet and things, but +I'd never dare ask for *that*, and I thought I had to be the active +one and oh but we do have to go on with that work so we cannot +switch right now can we oh but please sometime soon oh please..." + +"No problem darling", my wife's sweet but firm Tiger-voice interrupts +Laura's stream-of-consciousness-style discourse, "you WILL sleep +here tonight - and more nights - plenty of space with our kids in +summer camp anyway - and there WILL be plenty of time for switching +every which way, although of course right now you two DO have to +be back to work. You'll have to check out of your hotel of course." +"Well, that much money saved for the firm then, since I'm on expense +account", blurts my colleague as slowly she draws back to a more +usual, work-oriented persona. With Mannie's ORDER to go right back +and WORK, I'm sure we'll accomplish a lot in what's left of today - and +then, tonight... + +My eyes are not dry anymore. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workin.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workin.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5fe911cc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workin.txt @@ -0,0 +1,422 @@ +Copyright © 1997, Rich Humus, ALL Rights Reserved + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@airmail.net. + + + + + "Workin' on the Chain Gang" + by Rich Humus + +"Ok, fellows, there are only two rules - one, if you're in her pussy, +you're in a rubber. Don't worry, I brought plenty. And two, you gotta cum +ON her face or IN her mouth, ok?" The cheers rang out around us. I grinned +down at my somewhat helpless wife, Devon. But, I guess maybe I should start +at the beginning. + +My lovely wife of 26 has a somewhat bizarre nature. She likes rough, kinky +sex, but only when she's restrained and can't resist. I guess that makes it +seem less of a voluntary thing for her, and it's easier to justify (as if +you needed to justify rough, kinky sex, eh?) She didn't mind almost +anything done to her, as long as she was bound in some way and couldn't +resist. This has led to some rather wild times, as I'm sure you can +imagine, and I thought I'd tell you about one of them. + +We'd been driving along the interstate for some time, looking for one thing +in particular. Our state has recently been utilizing prison labor for +road-side cleanup and maintenance, and we thought we might find a bus full +of convicts and see what came up, so to speak. After about 45 minutes, we +passed the signs that said "Road Maintenance Ahead", and Devon started to +squirm in her seat. She couldn't do much else. She had on a short brown +leather miniskirt that stopped at mid thigh. Just high enough so that when +she sat down or bent over, you could see the sexy tops of her thigh-high +stockings. She had on a teenager's red tube-top that did little to restrain +her 36C breasts, unencumbered as they were by a bra or anything like it. +Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she had a small ball gag in her +mouth. In the back seat was our "Head-Lock" , as we called it. This was a +nifty little gadget that I'd cranked out in my workshop. It was like a pack +frame that started at her shoulders and extended up about four inches above +the top of her head. Padded restraints on the frame fitted snugly to either +side of her head, below her chin, and across the top of her head. Two small +straps separated by chrome bars split across her face, and when she was +strapped into it, the device had the effect of completely locking her skull +in a fixed position. The small straps acted to force her mouth open and not +allow her to close it. She has perfected the art of swallowing (almost +anything…) without closing her mouth, and if you think that's easy, you +should try it sometime with a mouth full of (well, you fill in the blanks…) +About the only thing she could perform with any body part above her neck +was close her eyes. + +After a few hundred yards, we saw the bright blue buses off to the side of +the road. There were two of them. I pulled the car up behind the last one, +rolled down the window on Devon's side of the car, then got out, locked the +doors, and walked up to the door at the front of the bus I was behind. + +"Hey, how're you doin'?" I nonchalantly asked the burly (aren't they all?) +guard, sitting on the lower step with a riot gun cradled across his lap. I +think I scared him out of his daydream a bit. + +"Hey, man, what'cha doin'? Who're you?" he grunted, fingering the gun +nervously. I held up my hands, palms out. + +"Whoa, whoa, ease up. No problems here. But I got a proposition for you, if +you're interested." + +"Huh?" Prison guards are not usually noted for their snappy conversational +abilities. + +"See that car back there?" + +"Yeah" + +"See the woman in it?" + +He craned his neck back to look in the window. Devon's long red hair was +blowing out the window, but you could still see in. Her gorgeous face +looked back at him. + +"Yeah - not bad, buddy." + +"Well, she'd like to do her part for convict rehabilitation and, shall we +say, relief of tension. " + +"What?" Man, this guy was dull. + +"SHE'D LIKE TO FUCK ALL YOUR PRISONERS! You too, if you're interested." +That got his attention. + +"You shittin' me?" + +"Nope. Go ask her yourself." + +He did. He ambled back to the car, stuck his head in the window, and I +could see him ask Devon something. Whatever he asked her, she must have +answered correctly, because he straightened back up, turned to me, and +smiled broadly. He walked back up to the front of the bus where I waited +for him. + +"Ok, man, if that's your thing. Tell ya what, it's about time to break for +lunch. There's a roadside pull-out about 2 miles up the road that's for +official vehicles only. Meet us up there. I'll get the prisoners rounded +up." I nodded and walked back Devon. + +"What'd he ask you?" I said, as I started the car and pulled out on the +highway. + +"Mmm mmm". Ooops. Forgot the ball gag. I reached over and unstrapped it. + +"He asked me did I want to fuck and suck all his guys. I just nodded." Dev +said, after massaging her jaw for a second. "How many are there, anyway?" + +"Looks like about 40 or so, babe. You're gonna get the shit fucked out of +you today, that's for sure…" I grinned over at her. + +"Yeah, and you love it, you bastard…" she scowled half-heartedly. + +We reached the pull-out and I drove the car to the very end of it and +turned it around facing the road. While we waited, I let her give me head. +She's very, very good at it. In about 10 minutes, the two buses rumbled in +to the dirt and pulled sideways next to each other. + +"Showtime, baby. Let's go." I pulled her head, reluctantly, off my cock +and got out to help her out of the car. After she was out, I reached back +and grabbed the "Head-Lock". + +I made a big scene of lowering it down over her shoulders and attaching and +tightening all the straps. When I was done, her face was locked straight +ahead, her head unable to move up or down, or to either side. Her lovely +mouth gaped open about 3 inches. I reached into her bag, found the lipstick +tube, and applied a fresh coat over her slightly sweaty lips. + +"Here, you rubbed a little bit off on me. Gotta look good for all the guys, +eh?" I grinned. + +I reached into the car, grabbed the video camera, took her elbow and we +walked up to the buses. I met my friend the guard. + +"Ok, let's go to the back and get going, shall we? Don't want to keep the +guys waiting." We walked down the narrow aisle of the bus. The men in there +could only gape at us. There was about a 70-30 split of blacks and Latinos +and white guys. The all looked fairly tough, as I guess most prisoners do. +I could feel Devon's excitement start to mount. When we got to the rear of +the bus, I saw that it was set up just as I'd hoped. There was a long bench +seat across the entire rear door, about 7 feet long. The guys sitting back +there got up as we arrived, and moved out of our way up the aisle. I sat +Devon down on the back bench. I motioned for her to stand back up. When she +did, I reached out and pulled her miniskirt off. The second her shaved cunt +came into view, the guys around us hooted and hollered like maniacs. I +guess most of them hadn't seen live pussy for quite a while. Devon +reddened, but didn't resist. Then I set her back down again. + +"Can I borrow a couple sets of cuffs from somebody? We only brought one +pair." I said, chuckling. The guard handed over a set of his. I cuffed +Devon's wrists to bars on either side of the seat, and pulled her feet out. +She was half-laying, half-sitting on the bench, her ass just on the edge of +it and her arms held out to either side. Then I cuffed her ankles to the +bottom rails of the seats in front of us. Now she was pretty effectively +restrained from any movement. I left her tube top on, for various reasons. +She has very sensitive nipples, with rings, and I was concerned about some +of the guys getting a little rough with her if we weren't careful. Besides, +its fun to watch her suck the sperm out of her clothes during the ride +home. + +I made my announcement about the rules as I set up the camera. I always +captured all our adventures on tape, and had quite a library building up +back home. "Line up, one by one, and have fun, ok?" I grinned over at +them. + +And so it started. In about thirty seconds, we had a bus full of hard cocks +looking to empty their stored up loads in and on my lovely wife. I looked +down at her and winked. "Thirsty, dear?" She nodded as best she could, +knowing what kind of drink she'd soon be tasting. + +I reached into her bag and handed the first lucky guy a rubber. He walked +up and with hardly any preliminaries, shoved the first of many hard cocks +right up Devon's snatch. She was already wet, as I knew she would be. + +I turned the camera on, and sat back to watch. The first guy lasted about 3 +minutes before he pulled himself out of her with an audible "plop" and +stood up, stripping the rubber off his cock. He aimed it well. The first +jizz jet of the day landed right along side Devon's wide open mouth and +fell in a long stripe of white up her cheekbone and across her eyes into +her forehead. She grunted and orgasmed. I've gotten her trained so well. + +Four more jets of hot cum rained down on her before the guy was empty. Two +of them he managed to shoot straight into her mouth. I looked in as he +stepped away and watched her swallow roughly. + +"Good girl, that's what we want." I love women who swallow, and Devon could +drink cum like it was water. The next three guys were pretty much the same +route, a couple of minutes thrusting deeply into my bride's wet pussy, then +a quick withdrawal and a jerk-off in her face. One guy did manage to shoot +six good sized wads of nut-juice into Dev's mouth before he was finished. I +watched as one huge gob of solid slime clung to her top teeth a few seconds +before it dripped down into the pool of white sauce simmering in her jaws. +I could feel my cock get hard. We all watched her swallow again, her Adam's +apple bobbing in her neck. I could just imagine the wad of wet stuff +sliding down her slim throat and dripping into her stomach. + +The fifth guy asked if her ass was available. Well, it was, kind of, since +her hips hung over the edge of the seat like that. "Sure, " I said, "just +let me prop her up a bit. We scrounged up a small pad of foam and I slid it +under her hips, bringing the little brown and red pucker of her rectum into +view, and accessibility. "Rubber?" the guy asked. I looked down at Devon. +The best she could do was roll her eyes back and forth. No. + +"Nah, just stick it in there. You might want to juice up a bit first, +though." + +He did. He unwrapped a good sized cock and slid it right into the balls up +Devon's clasping cunt tunnel. He slid it back and forth a bit, you could +hear the ‘sluuuurp schluuup" noise it made. After a minute or two, he +pulled it out and placed the head of his cock at my wife's asshole. Then he +pushed it in, about four inches all at once. "Unnnnnhgg" she grunted in +pain/pleasure. Devon didn't often go in for anal play, but sometimes I +thought she enjoyed it in these kinds of situations. Even nastier than +normal, I guess. + +He slid in and out of her ass several times, each time going a little +deeper in and a little farther out. Finally, he began sawing his entire +cock, probably a good eight inches worth, in and out of my honey's hiney. + +"Hey, dude, I bet that's better than Faggot George's butt, eh?" rang out a +voice from farther back in the line. Everybody around laughed at that. + +"Huhh..Yeah….huhh…this….bitch…is…tight…as…a…muthafucker…" he grunted +between strokes, each word punctuated by a bottoming out in Devon's bottom. +She was grunting and groaning with each thrust, and I'm sure was near +another climax when the guy suddenly pulled out and slid up towards her +mouth. I'm not sure if he planned to slip his slimy shaft between her +semenized lips or not, but I said it anyway. + +"She really doesn't like the taste of shit, so keep it out of her mouth, +ok?" I needn't have worried. His cock spit a huge rope of sperm right at +her face before I even finished the sentence. It struck midway across her +forehead and splattered right into her flaming red hair. The next jet +bounced off her nose and splattered in half a dozen globs all over her +cheeks. Then he drooled a long, drippy, slimy mass of it right into her +open mouth. + +By now the semen on her face was really starting to pile up. Since the +padding around her cheeks and chin didn't let it slide off, there was +nothing for it to do but slowly puddle up where the cushions met her skin. +There was a good tablespoon or two on the right side of her face, and at +least that much if not more on the left side. The puddle at her chin was +just under the lower lip already. I had cleverly molded the padding so +that it would tend to puddle any moisture on her face up or over towards +her mouth. Hell, I'd seen her once after about 60 guys came on her face, +and she could barely be seen under the mask of white. It almost looked like +plaster of Paris, with just her nose and eyebrows poking up out of the +sperm lake. She had to continually swallow it as it dripped into her mouth. + +She rolled her tongue around the sperm in her mouth and swallowed again as +her first ass-fucker moved away. He looked at me, grinned, and winked. +"I'll be back." he said. "Fine by me!" I responded with a laugh. + +The next guy wanted something a bit different. He was a bit smaller than +the other guys, and clambered up until he was straddling her chest. + +"I wanna fuck her face, man." + +"Go for it." + +He slid his cock right into her mouth. Now, I should tell you that Devon, +in her young life, has mastered the art and science of deep throating like +no other woman I've seen. I've watched her take huge eleven and twelve inch +cocks right down her throat and milk them with her tonsils without even +missing a beat. She somehow manages to breath through her nose and open up +her throat to any size invader. + +This guy started moving back and forth, slowly at first, then when he +realized that Devon was taking it all without a whimper, started speeding +up faster and faster. He grabbed the chrome bars of the "Head Lock" behind +her ears, and started viscously fucking her in the mouth. His ass moved +back and forth like it was attached to a motor. After a few seconds, a +foamy white froth built up around her lips as she sucked for all she was +worth. I knew that the inside of her mouth was full of tongue and cock and +semen and saliva. The froth dripped down her cheeks. Sweat started to bead +on her forehead, watering down the sperm on it, making it slide downwards +over her eyebrows and across the bridge of her nose. Then the guy slid +slowly all the way into her mouth. We could see the outline of his cock +halfway down her neck. + +"Ahhhhh….Christ…I'mm…cumin'..cummin'..cummin'.." + +I guess he was cumming. + +We watched his ass cheeks clench seven times. Seven times his cock spat a +wet slime of sperm into my wife's stomach. We call this a "Direct +Deposit". Slowly, he pulled himself out of her mouth, gasping like a gaffed +carp. "Oh shit that felt good, man." + +"Glad you liked it" I looked down at Devon and grinned. She was gasping +for air herself. The rim of white froth around her mouth looked like +somebody had sprayed her with a foam fire extinguisher. + +"Next!" I called out. It went on like that for about 20 minutes. Guys +would fuck her pussy or mouth, occasionally her ass, and cum on her face or +in her mouth. The sperm on her face started really adding up now. I'd +forgotten how pent up some guys get in prison, I guess. So had Devon, I'm +sure. She was really getting filled up. She swallowed as much as she could, +when she could. She came probably about a dozen times in that first half +hour. As the time went on, and the guy's lunch break was ending, the +guard, who had been about number 15 or so, came up to me. + +"Hey, man, we gotta be getting back to work pretty soon. The inspectors +come along and if we're not out there, I'll get hell when I get back to the +prison. " + +"Yeah, I can see that. OK, guys, speed it up a bit. Some of you may not +have time to fuck her or anything. But feel free to jerk off and cum in her +face or mouth if you'd like. There's room on either side of her if you want +to climb up on the seat, you know." + +That gave them an idea. There were still about 20 guys in line in the bus, +and I could tell that the last ten or so would never make it in time. I saw +the guys in back messing around with something, but couldn't really see +what it was. I didn't care, I was too busy watching my wife get fucked. + +We went through about three sets of three guys at once, one in her pussy or +ass and two on either side of her. They'd all manage to try to cum at the +same time and plaster Devon's face with three funky sperm shots, one right +after the other. Her face was covered by now. Sperm lay in trails all up +and down her cheeks and across her forehead and in her hair. There were +droplets drooling down her chin and rolling off to either side of her nose, +and all the time it was being fed into her mouth as well. I'd don't know if +you've ever seen a woman who's just taken nine fucking cum shots in her +face within the space of about five minutes, but believe me, it can be a +real mess. Especially when some of these guys hadn't drained their balls +for some time, as was the case. + +Every time she swallowed, we'd watch with interest as her throat bobbed up +and down and we imagined the sperm flowing down into her stomach. She loves +to swallow cum, as I've said before, but usually only when it seems like +she's forced to. Strange gal. Finally, the guard blew his whistle and +announced that they'd have to be going back, and for everybody to "finish +up, you fuckers, and get the fuck back to work." The last guy in her pussy +pulled out, jerked his cock a few times and shot several streamers of sperm +up over her tube top and across her immobile face. Cum was drooling out of +her nose and laying in long thin streams all over her face by now. Then the +guys at the back of the line came up. + +"Hey, man, have her drink this. It's the best we could do." One of them +held something out to me. It was the tin cup that they use for getting +water from one of the large thermos jugs. Three guesses as to what was in +it. No, Chocolate Yoo-Hoo isn't right. There was at least five or six +ounces of bubbly, frothy, slimy, lumpy semen. A cum cocktail. I took the +cup and turned to Devon with it. I watched her eyes widen in alarm. She +knew even without looking what it contained. I could see her try to pull +back away, but her cuffed arms and legs rather prevented that. + +"C'mon, babe, one last sip for the guys. Shall I just pour it right in, or +should I slowly drool it in your hot slut mouth for you?" I chuckled. She +couldn't answer, of course. I decided to pour it right in, all at once and +see how filled her mouth got before she swallowed it. I adjusted the camera +to make sure we got a close-up, then leaned over her and upended the cup. + +The sperm splashed down into her mouth, splashing out again all over her +lips and chin and nose, then filled her mouth. I saw her tongue working to +swish it around, then she swallowed once, twice, and a third time to +finally clear it all out. I peeked in. The inside of her mouth was still +clotted with a fine white sheen of sperm, as was her tongue. But she +managed to keep it all in, trouper that she is. I put the cup down on the +sheet, reached out and fingered her clit through three or four orgasms for +her. + +Finally, we finished up. The guys all stood around as I uncuffed her and +helped her slowly stand up. She was stiff and sore and could hardly stand +without support. Cum drooled and dripped down off her face onto her chest, +dotting the tube top with wet spots from nipple to nipple. I unhooked the +"Head Lock" and slowly pulled it up and off her head. The guys all cheered +lustily as she shook her head from side to side to unkink her neck muscles. + +"...gawd....fuckin'....damn!" she croaked hoarsely, then smiled at me +weakly. I knew she'd had a good time. We walked back up the aisle of the +bus to the cheers and yells of the now-satisfied prisoners. On the way +back to the car I held her arm to keep her from trippping, the camera, the +"Head Lock" and her skirt in my other hand. + +"You know, honey, I think I know where we can spend our vacation next +month...." I whispered. + +"..Um, where...?" + +"I hear there's a very nice tourist attraction up in upstate New York. I +think it's called....oh yeah. Attica?" + +Devon just groaned. I smiled. + +The end. + +-- + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +-- + + +Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! + +http://www.mrdouble.com + +Be There..... + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/working.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/working.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..625cb6e9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/working.txt @@ -0,0 +1,223 @@ +Archive-name: working-late + +I hate working late. + +I've always hated working late. Except for one night. + +It cracks me up when I think about it, actually. That night was the +first one I had been stuck in the office working overtime in the +entire semester. + +I remember it like it was yesterday.... + + _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ + + + "I need that presentation by tomorrow, Monique." + I sat back in my chair with a crack, and stared, open-mouthed, at +the woman lounging on the desk in front of me. + "What?! Daphne," I began, "you know that I need at least three +days to work on a slide presentation for you, and -- " + "Save it." Her interruptions were like bullets exploding from a +high caliber gun. Projectile. Merciless. And usually right on +target. She swung her legs off the desk, and stood up with a yawn. +"You knew I would be teaching this class now, for what... two days?" +She began collecting her things. "And... you know that I always have +you do my presentations." + In a last desperate attempt for a night of sleep, I broke the +eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not cut Daphne off. "Yeah, I know +all that, but you didn't ask me, so I naturally thought...." + Her icy brown eyes stopped my speech altogether. Her last words +as she sailed out the door were, "And make it good, huh, Monique? +Your last presentation was rather shabby." + As my eyes alternately widened with disbelief and narrowed with +hate, I heard a shuffling behind me. Of course, I was far too busy +planning the first chapter of my novel, "1001 Painful Ways to Murder +Your Supervisor" to care, or even pay attention to the slight sound. + "Monique?" a gentle voice broke into my reverie. "Are you all +right?" I turned around and found myself facing Theodore, the +"professor" of the student workers. Shy, quiet, subtly handsome, +Theodore always had managed to escape my notice when I searched for +possible lovers. Typical, as I'm such an outgoing, talkative person, +and he's so... so... quiet. Oh yeah, and predictable. + Unfortunately, this was another time when I wouldn't have time +for Ted. + "Hey, Ted," I breathed. "I have so much crap to do." I leaned +back in my chair and let out a low whistle. + Ted eased himself into the seat next to me. "Yeah, I heard." + I turned to him, and began to rant. "Dammit, Ted, why does that +troll pick on me? I mean, what have I ever done to her? Why, me?..." +As I continued to wallow in my self-pity, Ted rose from his chair, and +placed his hands on my shoulders. I didn't expect this from a person +from whom I had never heard twenty words spoken at one time; and I +involuntarily jerked away from his touch. + An uneasy silence passed between us as I realized that that one +show of affection had probably taken days of working up to, and I had +smashed it with a twitch that I couldn't even help. + I swept my long, dark hair out of eyes with one hand, and said, +"I'm sorry, Ted, I'm just so stressed right now, and -- " He quickly +backed away from me, and turned to face the window. + "Sure... I understand," he stammered. But before I could offer +any more lame apologies, he grabbed his backpack and headed for the +door. "No problem anyway," he mumbled. "I need to work late, too." + He was out the door before he could see the shocked look on my +face. I couldn't decide if I wanted company or not. I rested my chin +in my hands, and stared glumly at my computer screen. And what +company, at that. I decided that we were probably going to exchange +under twenty-five words the entire night, and pushed the impending +visit out of my head. I laced my fingers behind my neck, and began to +think of how I would organize the stupid presentation.... + + About seven or eight hours later, I heard a key in the door. +Both surprised and pleased at the distraction, I looked up at the +clock and saw that it was close to 2:00 am. I yawned, and uncrossed +my legs for a good, long, stretch... just as Theodore came through the +door. I balled my hands into fists and rubbed my eyes. "Mmmm... hey +there Ted, howyadoin?" When I didn't hear an answer, I opened my +eyes... and found Ted staring at my shirt. At work I always wear +button-down oxfords, trying to achieve the professional look. Well, +the professional look doesn't mean diddly at 1:00 in the morning, and +I had unbuttoned the first three buttons of the shirt. + I wasn't really offended or anything, having Ted look down my +shirt -- I was wearing a teddy underneath -- but... for some reason... +I don't know, I just never had considered Ted a flesh-and-blood man +before. He was the type who helped you when you needed help on +installing programs, or repairing a broken disk. + Grateful for the attention -- it was a long time since I had had +a man look at me like that, after all -- I gave Ted a smile, and +actually LOOKED at him for the first time. Medium brown hair, rather +pale white skin, tall... I love tall men... thin, but not gaunt, wiry, +but lightly muscled. I tried to think what he was seeing as he +studied me: a young woman, voluptuously built, tall, well-endowed +bosom, curvy without being fat. Long dark brown/black hair, well past +my shoulders. Exotic-looking, I've been told, as my mother is black, +and my father, Native-American. + But what did I look like just then? Probably tired, baggy +eyes.... But a look at where his eyes were focused reassured me that +he wasn't in the least bit interested in my eyes. My breasts and my +legs are my best features, and I was more than flattered as he gaze +shifted from my chest to my thighs. My skirt had ridden up from the +long hours shifting in the chair, and the hemline rested about 2 +inches from the tops of my thighs. I AM modest, though, and I was +embarrassed that he could see where my stockings were clipped onto my +garter belt, so I yanked my skirt down, but just at the right speed +that he was awarded another look. + It was then that I felt a twinge below my abdomen. I couldn't +believe that a few looks were having this kind of effect on me! +Embarrassed that he might have seen the slight arousal on my face, I +hurriedly started in on the small talk. "So, uh, what exactly do you +have to do tonight? I thought I was the only one who had to work +overtime." + Silence. I was becoming uneasy, and disgruntled... and aroused. +This was unheard of for me, I am one who can easily control her +emotions. But there I was, wanting this man who I didn't even know +that well, and in what an atmosphere! Computers all around, humming +with energy, disks scattered on the various desks. + I sought Ted's eyes again, and once more tried to keep my cool, +even as I felt the insistent stirrings underneath my skirt. "Perhaps +you can help me with this presentation," I mumbled, licking my lips +and pulling on my earlobe. "I'm not quite sure that this is the right +way to dooooOOOOHHH!" I finished as I felt his lips, one moment feet +away from mine, now pressed tightly upon my own. I struggled and +tried to push away but his arms had come around me in the next second, +and now held me prisoner in his embrace. What happened next? I can +only explain it one way -- I melted. Yes, I melted there in his arms, +I felt my knees give way, as his tongue pushed through my lips, +seeking my own. + As I felt myself falling, he slipped one arm underneath my now +useless knees, and the other around my waist, and whisked me into a +chair, none other than the chair of the supervisor from hell! My mind +was whirling from all the sensory input being absorbed at one time. +Ted's tongue on mine, his arms around me, and now, suddenly, his hand +working at the remaining buttons on my shirt! I struggled once more, +whipping one hand through the air for a slap. But, traitor hand! +Instead of smacking his cheek, my fingers entwined themselves in his +lush hair and brought his mouth ever more tighter on mine. + Within seconds my shirt fell off my shoulders, and finally, Ted's +mouth left mine. The shock of his kiss was nothing compared to the +shock I experienced when his fingers lightly grazed my now-erect +nipples. My gasp was audible, even as I savagely bit down on my lower +lip to hold in my pleasure. The teasing way he idly dragged his hand +across my breasts was unbearable; involuntarily, I grabbed the teasing +hand and placed it directly upon one breast, as I pushed his head down +towards the other. + What is happening here? I asked myself. How can this be, and +other similar questions raced across my conciousness, only ceasing +when he lightly bit one nipple through the silky fabric of my teddy. +All caution, all inhibitions were thrown to the wind, as a bolt of +pure heat ripped through the place where my legs met. I didn't +struggle as he pulled the teddy over my head; in fact, I helped, +raising my arms far above my shoulders, and shrugging the lingerie +off. + My eyes were closed in pleasure, with slight moans escaping my +lips. But anticipation turned to apprehension when Teddy paused once +again. My eyes flew open as I desperately tried to remember what bra +and panty set I had put on that morning. Ahhh, I remembered, suddenly +which set I had donned. Red satin demi-bra, lace just barely holding +in my ample breasts. Panties, the same; thong, the cut riding far up +my thigh, as I like the snug fit. Lace covering my mound, and with a +satin crotch... a satin crotch that was rapidly becoming more and more +soaked as Ted continued his sweet attack. + Nevertheless, I looked at Ted with apprehension, afraid he had +suddenly changed his mind, or something along those lines. On the +contrary, the look of lust I saw on his handsome face caused another +warm tide of pleasure to come crashing through me, resulting in +another wave of wetness between my legs. When his lips finally closed +around one of my hard brown nipples through the cloth of the bra, I +lost all sense of control, and put my hand on his crotch. + The bulge was fascinating! Somewhere, in a corner of my mind +that had not blacked out with sheer pleasure -- yet -- I had time to +wonder where he had been hiding that terrific size and girth all this +time, before he roughly pushed my bra up to my neck. His mouth +devoured my sensitive skin, sucked on my nipples, and his hands +restlessly kneaded the flesh there. + My need was exquisite; my desire had long before taken over all +coherent thought. "Teddy," I moaned, "please... I need... inside... +down there." Sentence formation was far beyond my capabilities, and +yet Ted knew exactly what I needed, what I was asking for. Abruptly +he left my heaving breasts, and kneeled before me. So quick were his +movements, that I had scarcely stopped feeling the sensations on my +nipples and flesh, then my ankles were hooked on his shoulders. I +felt fingers stroking the crotch of my panties, and from far away I +heard his voice... + "Oh, Monique, oh, God, you... you're so WET...." + Fingers pulling my panties away from my slit, fingers thrusting +in and out of my wetness, fingers being pushed into my mouth ("Taste +yourself... try your sweetness"), fingers became my world. A rip as +my flimsy panties tore in two, thoughts pushing into my mind (My +panties! Damn, and they were my favorite), and being pushed back out +as his tongue flicked across my clitoris. + (oh he's gonna look like a glazed donut when he's finished) + Swirling grays, blacks, reds, greens, as he kissed my joy button, +and began to playfully push his tongue in and out of my folds of +flesh. Hands ripping hair as I come on his face, in his mouth + (OWW! Monique!!!!) + mumbled (Mmmm... sorry) + incoherencies breathed into his ears + (now... in.. yess... nonononooooohhhh.. in.. me... push it in) + The feeling of his tip pressed on my glistening opening, suddenly +in suddenly deep + (so BIG.. unh...) + Slippery sliding sliding down a wave a wave that ebbs and slows +and comes crashing, the tide as I come, and come, and feel him +reaching his climax, hands in hair, mouth on mouth, pushing, and +thrusting, so wet, and deep, + (ohhh.. he found.. unh.. he found... my.. found my... SPOT) +climax, reds and golds, invading my sight, a welcome invasion, as he +pulls out + (damn) and spills his creamy load... directly on Daphne's leather +chair. + (GOOD ) + + _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ + + +Oh, I still hate working late. + +But now, I have two joys about working overtime.... one is that my now +steady lover Ted works overtime as much as I do.... + +The other is looking at the stains which never came out of Daphne's chair. + + +Monique Jewett diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workout.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workout.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ec3a8b18 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workout.txt @@ -0,0 +1,165 @@ +Workout +by parker + +"One, two... one, two..." + +Even now, almost half an hour into the class, I was able to keep +up without breathing hard. Well, not *too* hard anyway. I'd been +attending aerobics classes for over a year now and, despite the +approach of middle age, I was in good enough shape to get through +the beginner's class without difficulty. Really, I shouldn't have +been in the beginner's class any more. I wouldn't have been if it +hadn't been for Susan. + +"One, two... one, two... keep those legs high..." + +She had started leading classes at Workout World about twelve +weeks ago. I had been drawn to her from the first moment she'd +walked into the gym. Susan couldn't have been more than nineteen +or twenty - close to half my age. She had a nice enough face, I +suppose, but what really caught my attention was her body. You'd +expect an aerobics instructor to be in pretty decent shape, and +Susan was no exception. With her long, muscular legs and tight, +round ass, she looked every bit the athlete she undoubtedly was. + +But it was her breasts which attracted my attention. The way they +filled out the tight tank top she always wore to class; the way +they moved as she led us through the various exercises; the way +her nipples hardened and gradually stood out through the thin +fabric of her top as she began to perspire... After her first +class, I placed myself at the front of the room and had been +there ever since. When I found out that she would only be taking +the beginner's class for the next session, I signed up for it, +despite the fact that I'd already been in intermediate. + +"OK, reach down... stretch..." + +Finally, the class ended. "Good work everyone," Susan called out. +"See you on Tuesday." She turned and left the gym. + +I watched as she moved out of sight, feeling strangely empty. It +was Saturday; three days 'till I saw her again. Sighing, I joined +the line of women heading towards the changing rooms. I showered +and quickly got dressed. They all laughed and chatted, but I kept +to myself, my thoughts on Susan: the way she moved; the way her +spandex outfit pulled at her crotch in a tight vee... + +My heart quickened as I walked up to the front desk on my way +out. Susan was standing there, still in her damp exercise outfit, +talking with the woman who ran the gym. She turned and smiled at +me as I approached. "Beth. Just the person I wanted to see." I +almost threw up. She gestured towards a piece of paper on the +desk. "I'm offering some individualized workouts." The paper had +a number of empty slots with times written beside them. "They +start Monday. Want to sign up?" +I fought to keep my voice steady and casual. "Uhm... sure. Can't +have too much exercise." I took the pen from her and signed up +for the first available time. + +"Great," she said, smiling. She dropped her hand to my rear and +end and gave it a little pat. "See you Monday, then." I tried to +return the smile, gave up and almost ran out the front door. The +feel of her hand on my ass stayed with me the rest of the +weekend. + +I arrived at the gym at the appointed time, changed and ready to +go. I felt a little tired - I hadn't really slept well the last +couple of nights - but full of nervous energy at the thought of a +private workout with Susan. The gym was dark and empty. I asked +at the front desk, and they told me that Susan was running the +private sessions out of a converted office in the back of the +building. + +I found it without too much trouble. The door to the office had +the list pinned up on it. The list was full, with my name at the +top. I knocked. Susan's voice told me to enter and I did. + +There she was. Still dressed in the same exercise outfit that +showed her breasts off so effectively. The outfit was damp, as if +she'd been working out, which was odd since I was the first +person on the list, but I wasn't complaining. Her nipples were +firm and hard, and clearly visible as she stood up and moved +towards me. I remembered the feel of her hand on my rear end. + +"Ready for your workout, Beth?" I swallowed and gave a small nod. +I tried to tear my gaze away from her breasts - her nipples - but +I couldn't. I'd never really been this close before. All I could +do was stare as she walked closer and closer. + +"You like what you see, don't you?" she asked. She sounded +amused. Once again, I nodded. I couldn't take my eyes away. My +breathing began to get heavier. She reached around and pulled my +face down into her breasts. I let out a small moan as her nipple +touched my mouth. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and began to +suck at it. "Yesss," she hissed. "You *do* like that, don't you." +I just sucked harder. "You *are* ready for your workout." + +I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently downward until +I was kneeling on a mat in front of her. I let out a small groan +as her nipple left my mouth, but didn't resist. In a daze, I was +helpless to do otherwise than stare upwards at the girl's +wonderful breasts. + +"Do you want more?" she asked, smiling down at me. + +I nodded. + +Still smiling, she pulled out a headband and slipped it over my +eyes so that it became a blindfold. I moaned as those wonderful +breasts were lost from sight. "Put your hands behind your back." +I obeyed without thought. She slipped what felt like a wristband +around both my wrists; the elastic held my hands in place, +although I could easily have slipped it off. "If the blindfold or +wristband is off before the end of the workout," she warned. +"It'll be your last one. Do you understand?" + +I nodded. + +"Are you ready for your workout?" + +I nodded again, and almost immediately felt her crotch push up +against my face. She must have taken her bottom off, because I +felt her pubic hair brush up against my face and tasted her juice +on my lips. With a moan, I opened my mouth and stuck out my +tongue. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted, almost +as good as the feel of her nipple in my lips. I sucked and sucked +until she let out a little cry and stiffened against my face. A +hand gripped the back of my head and pushed my face hard against +her pussy as she came. I swallowed. + +She moved away and I heard a quiet giggle behind me. Someone else +was in the room! I turned my head, almost pulling my hands free, +but I remembered Susan's warning. And I remembered the taste and +feel of her... + +Another pussy was pushed into my face and I began to suck. The +woman, whoever she was, came quickly and moved away. Before I +could say anything, however, I heard the door close and it was +quickly replaced by another. "Good girl." It was Susan, +whispering in my ear! I felt a hand rubbing the back of my head +as my tongue began to move. "That's a girl. You'll work out just +fine." Warmed by this praise, I continued my work. Kneeling and +blindfolded, I licked and sucked and swallowed as pussy after +pussy was offered to me. + +Finally, it was over. A hand grasped my blindfold and pulled it +away. I stared at myself in a long mirror set up against the +wall. I looked ridiculous; my exercise outfit had been pulled +down so my breasts hung loose and my was face was red and sticky +with pussy juice. I reached up to wipe it away, but only +succeeded in smearing it all over my fingers. + +"Time for that later." I looked up. It was the woman from the +front counter. She pulled me to my feet and opened the door, not +even giving me a chance to cover my breasts. I caught a glimpse +of the list as she dragged me down the hall; all the names had a +mark beside them. The entire class. We reached the front lobby. +"Run along now," she said, giving me a firm pat on the ass. +"Sue's waiting for you." + +I looked out the front door. Susan was waiting at my car, still +dressed in her exercise outfit. The engine was running and she +stood behind the open trunk. "C'mon girl," she called, patting +her leg. "C'mon..." + +I broke into a run... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workoutt.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workoutt.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8ef4d6b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/workoutt.txt @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/workoutt.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Teacher's Pets + + +At the risk of sounding conceited, I'll say that I'm a better-than-average- +looking 33-year-old divorced woman. I'm also a physical-fitness nut. Knowing +this is what made my next-door neighbor Arty ask me if there was a way I would +help his friend get in shape for his senior year of college football. + +Because of our conflicting schedules during the week, I told Arty to have him +come over Saturday. My spacious basement is an excellent place to exercise. +Besides, I thought it would be more convenient than the public gym. + +My alarm was set for eight o'clock, but the persistent ringing of the doorbell +woke me before it went off. What made it worse was that I was right in the +middle of a very erotic dream. As I slipped into my bath-robe and grudgingly +went to answer the door, I was acutely aware of the wetness between my legs. + +When I opened the door, there stood my neighbor's friend and a buddy of his. +The sight of these two young, muscular bodies standing in front of me with +their cut-offs and tight T-shirts quickly jarred me out of my sleepy daze. + +"Sorry to wake you, Ms. Elliot, but Jeff and I are anxious to get started," +said Brad, my neighbor's friend. + +"I am too!" I said in my sexiest voice. "You guys go down to the basement, +and I'll be down as soon as I put something on." Both of these gorgeous hunks +had their eyes riveted to the spot where my loose fitting robe left a large +portion of my 38D tits showing. + +When I exercise, I usually wear tights underneath a one-piece bathing suit . +But I wanted to look sexy. I slipped into a string-bikini bottom and a cutoff +T-shirt that barely covered my bare breasts. My sensitive nipples were clearly +visible, as were a few strands of blond pubic hair. "Perfect," I said aloud, +as I pressed the thin bikini up into my wet slit. + +When the guys saw the way I was dressed, Brad dropped a dumbbell on his foot +and Jeff tripped while skipping rope. I spent about 15 minutes trying to teach +them basic aerobic exercises, but it was impossible to hold their attention. +Every time I raised my arms, my tiny T-shirt would ride up, thereby exposing my +tits completely. When I bent over, the flimsy bikini slipped so far up my +crack that I might as well had been wearing nothing at all. All of this caused +the bulges in their shorts to swell to the point where they were in pain. + +Finally, I giggled and said. "That's enough for today, guys. Everyone +upstairs to the shower." + +"Did you say everyone?" Brad asked in a shocked voice. + +"That's what I said. The coach needs a shower too," I cooed, taking ahold of +their sweaty hands and leading the way. Once in the shower, I soaped them both +up, paying special attention to their dicks, which were sticking straight up +from between their legs. They in turn lathered me up, spending a lot of time +on my blond mound and aching tits. + +Finally, I could sand it no longer. So I instructed Jeff to sit down on the +end of the tub and Brad to get behind me. While the water sprayed over our +naked bodies, I took Jeff's huge cock deep into my mouth and motioned for Brad +to fuck me doggie style. Within seconds Jeff filled my with his delicious cum +and Brad blasted his load deep inside my womb. As for me, I had been having +one gigantic orgasm after another ever since we got under the water. + +Later, in my bed, the guys changed places, and I sucked and fucked them both +again. I must have dozed off, because the telephone woke me, Brad and Jeff +were gone. It was Arty, my neighbor, on the phone. + +"Hi, Angela, sorry to bother you, but Brad told me what a terrific instructor +you are. I was wondering if you'd be interested in working out with me? I'm +especially interested in the shower exercises." His sexy voice left no doubt +as to what he meant. + +"Ummm, I'd love to work out with you," I whispered seductively. + +"I'll be there in five minutes," he promised. + +He was and we did. As a matter of fact, we "worked out" all afternoon and most +of the night. I guess I'm pretty good, because he and the guys are thinking of +nominating me for coach of the year!. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/world.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/world.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..08883f89 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/world.txt @@ -0,0 +1,552 @@ + World of Laughter, World of Tears + + by Kimberly Drake + + "Captain's log, stardate 52341.8. The Enterprise is in orbit around Alpha +Draconis VII, here to investigate the disappearance of the Federation +survey vessel Kukulkan six weeks ago. The Kukulkan was on a routine +mapping and contact mission, and no cause for the ship's disappearance has +yet been found. I am sending down an away team to investigate what appears +to be wreckage on the surface." + + Commander Riker, Lieutenant Worf, Counselor Troi, and Doctor Crusher +materialized in a shower of golden energy on the surface of the planet. It +was Class M in all respects-- an oxygen/nitrogen atmosphere, about 15 +degrees temperature, and gravity within a few points of Earth Normal. All +in all, the planet could have been described as idyllic. There were a +number of plant species around the beam-down point, all of which were +closely analogous to Earth types. The buzzing of insects and the chirping +of small mammals could be heard in the distance. + The away team had beamed down in a small clearing about a quarter of a +kilometer from the suspected crash site. Riker immediately produced a +tricord-er and began to scan the area for signs of higher life-forms. Worf +immediately drew a phaser and scanned the trees for signs of hostile +life-forms. "This way," said Riker, nodding roughly northward. + The trek through the light wood was pleasant enough, even if their +mission was far from a pleasant one. They reached the site within a few +minutes, and it was immediately apparant. A long burned trench scared the +landscape, ending in a twisted mass of metal roughly recognizble as a +Federation survey vessel, roughly big enough for four people. "I'm not +sensing anything," said Troi. All four of them began to fan out around +the wreckage, searching for any clues... or bodies. They found no bodies. + What they did find was the ship's log, an emergency back-up which Worf +found after only a few minutes' searching. All of them were grateful that +Dr. Crusher's services weren't needed. That meant that at least some of +the crew had survived the crash. But where could they be? + "Commander," said Worf, pointing to the ground. "Look here! Footprints." + The rest of the away team came over to the Klingon security chief, and +Riker commented, "Humanoid. But these were made by no Federation-issue +boot. Natives?" + Troi spoke up. "Our records indicate that this planet is inhabited by +humanoids, at a quite barbaric level of culture. Approximately class D on +Richter's Scale. That's about all we know about them; the Kukulkan was the +first ship to do a detailed survey of this planet." + "Okay," said Riker. "I think it's likely that the crew was taken by the +natives, either by force or by their own volition. Worf, where's the +nearest settlement?" + "Approximately one kilometer to the North, sir. And the footprints lead +in that direction," replied the massive Klingon. + + +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P2/7 +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:33:36 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 75 +Distribution: world of XTrek +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +Keywords: Tickled +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +Hello fellow crewmen... uh ... I mean crewpersons!!! I found this story on a +little newsgroup called alt.sex.fetish.tickle. Thought you might enjoy it! + +RED ALERT!! RED ALERT!! This story contains scenes of explicit tickling! If +this is prohibited by your Prime Directive... read no further: + +Subject: World of laugter 2 +Date: 21 Jan 1995 14:11:05 -0500 + +The away team had reached a bluff overlooking a small primitive village. +Smoke from cooking fires could be seen trailing up into the yellow sky, +and the people looked quite humanoid. They were dressed in skins and rough +cloth, as far as the away team could tell. + "What do you make of it, Worf?" + "Nothing we cannot handle, Commander," replied the Klingon. He looked at +his tricorder. "There is some sort of interference that is making an exact +reading impossible, but it is likely that the crew of the Kukulkan is +here." + "Source of the interference?" + "The underlying bedrock contains a sizeable quantity of Livirium. It is +interfering with the functioning of our tricorders, and will do the same +to the ship's sensors." + "All right. Worf, you and I will scout ahead, go to the edge of the +village. Deanna, I want you and Dr. Crusher to wait here. We won't be +long." Worf and Riker left into the trees. + They reached the edge of the village unopposed, and everything seemed +peaceful enough. Riker went back to were Crusher and Troi were... And +stopped cold. They were gone. He tapped his communicator. "Worf, get over +here now!" + Within seconds, the Klingon was beside Riker. Both were staring down at +the ground. Signs of a struggle were obvious, and the only indication that +the women had been there at all were their two shining communicators +glistening in the loam. Riker picked them up, the only way they could have +found Troi and Crusher. He tapped his own communicator. + "Enterprise. Two to beam up." + Their capture had been swift and efficient. Right after Worf and Riker +had left them, Troi and Crusher had been set upon by four of the natives. +With blinding quickness, their phasers and tricorders had been taken, and +their communicators removed. Despite their struggles, both members of the +away team were spirited down the other side of the bluff and into one of +the rude huts. There, their hands were tied behind their backs with +leather thongs and their ankles were similarly bound. A single guard +remained behind. + Soon after their arrival in the village, an attractive woman of middle +years entered the hut, motioning for the guard to leave. She was tall, +with blonde hair, dressed in the same animal skins that the other +villagers had been wearing. She carried herself with an obvious air of +command. + "E'cho v'rontak porondo vessla?" the woman said. Without their +communicators, and the instant access to the ship's Universal Translator, +they were totally unable to understand her. The woman repeated the phrase, +but got the same blank stares. With frustration evident, she called for +the guard and pointed at Troi. She smiled evilly, and said "Pontu. Pontu +era e'cha trondith o menta." The guard nodded grimly and hefted Troi over +his shoulder. + Without any outward signs, Troi reached out with her mind, tried to read +the state of the blonde woman's emotions. She found a remarkably +well-ordered mind. There were strong currents of duty, protectiveness, and +apprehension; all of which were normal for primitives confronting aliens. +But Troi also sensed an overwhelming aura of maliciousness from the woman; +she meant them no good, and there was no mistaking that. + + "Recommendations?" said Picard. The command staff had been assembled in +the Observation Lounge as soon as news of Troi's and Crusher's abduction +was received. "We could go in with a full security detail. The natives' +weaponry is no match for ours," commented Worf. + "And risk the natives killing their captives in the ensuing battle. No. I +won't risk the lives of my people, or the lives of the crew of the +Kukulkan." + "Perhaps a more stealthy approach is warranted," suggested Data, the +android helmsman. "A discreet search could be accomplished by an away +team, as long as they were sufficiently cautious. A visual inspection will +be necessary, because of the ineffectiveness of our sensors." + "Make it so," said Picard. The meeting broke up, with Riker, Data, and +Worf heading for the bridge turbolift. +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P3/7 +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:35:14 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 71 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +Keywords: Tickled +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +Hello fellow crewmen... uh ... I mean crewpersons!!! I found this story on a +little newsgroup called alt.sex.fetish.tickle. Thought you might enjoy it! + +RED ALERT!! RED ALERT!! This story contains scenes of explicit tickling! If +this is prohibited by your Prime Directive... read no further: + +Subject: World of laughter 3 + + Troi's treatment was none too gentle, and she was hardly surprised. She +was led into a hut which seemed to be shunned by the other villagers and +her clothes were roughly stripped from her. Within the hut there seemed to +be various crude mechanical devices whose ultimate uses were totally +obvious. This could be nothing else but the village torture chamber. + Troi was set down on a long table, her wrists clamped within iron clamps +attached to the head of the table, ablove her head. The guard locked her +ankles in similar clamps at the other end. Troi was securely fastened and +quite helpless. + "E'chi trondith?" Asked the blonde woman. The guard had left the hut. + "I don't understand you!" Said Troi in frustration. "I don't know what +you want!" + The blonde woman let out a sigh. She walked across the hut to the foot of +the table. "Ursh pendro e'chi trondith," she said, the evil smile once +again playing across her face. Troi probed her mind and found +anticipation, that same overpowering malice, and... a touch of... lust? +Troi could see the woman's eyes scanning her naked form, bound spread +eagle on the table. Yes, there was definitely an undertone of desire to +her thoughts. + "If you give me back my communicator, we could speak to one another!" +pleaded Troi. Of course, she knew there was no use; without the +translator, she could not get her communicator. And without the +communicator, she could not use the translator. By now, the woman was +ignoring her, intently studying something on the wall of the hut. She +turned around, and in her hand was a long frond, with dense leaves. It +seemed almost featherlike in its softness. Gently, almost delicately, the +woman brushed the edges of the frond against the sole of Troi's small +foot. What was this? thought Troi. She flinched, and her toes curled +reflexively at the sensation on her sole. The woman stroked her other foot +with the featherlike frond, and Deanna's reaction was similar. She tried +to pull her foot away, but it was no use; the iron bands held her tight. +Since she had been a little girl, Troi had been quite ticklish. It was a +fact her playmates had caught on to early and taken advantage of at every +opportunity. + She sensed satisfaction from the woman. "E'chae trondith," the blonde +said, nodding her head knowingly. Troi was still confused. But soon +everything was made clear. Her captor began to wiggle the edge of the +frond against the soles of her feet, causing the most maddening, ticklish +sensations she'd ever felt. And with her feet held so securely by the iron +bands, there was no way for her to escape! She flexed her toes in +frustration. + On and on the blonde went, and the tickling torture continued. The frond +was flicked against her soles, heels, and toes, and it was all Troi could +do to keep from laughing out loud. A tear formed in her eye, and it +silently rolled down her cheek. When the featherlike frond was dragged +between her toes, however, it was too much for her. + The laughter bubbled up from within her, and, once released, it would +never be contained. The tickling continued, and she began laughing +uncontrollably. "Hehehehehehe!!! No more!!! Plehehehehehese!" she begged. +But the blonde went on, satisfaction evident in her thoughts. + She began to use her fingertips, rather than the frond, to continue the +tickling, but it was no relief to Troi. The woman's fingertips glided over +Troi's soles, from her heels to her toes, and everywhere in between. +"E'chae trondith!" shouted the woman in glee. Troi could do nothing but +continue her convulsive laughter. + Soon, however, the object of the blonde's attentions moved from Troi's +feet. She once more held the frond in her hand, and began stroking the +half-Betazoid's stomach with the supple tendrils. Immediately Deanna, +already exhausted from the tickling of her feet, began to laugh +uncontrolably. The very tip of the frond was flicked gently against her +skin at the very verge of her bellybutton, and it was like all the +torments of hell rolled into one. Deanna's stomach began to hurt from +laughing so much +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!news.alpha.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P4/7 +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:38:45 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 73 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +Keywords: Tickled +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +Here we go again!!! +Remember this is NOT my story and all standard disclaimers apply. + +Subject: World of Laughter 4 + + The woman kept up the torture, combining the tickling on Troi's stomach +with fingertips grazing her soles, resulting in the utmost agony for the +ship's counselor. + Then, however, the tickling gently, slowly, stopped. Deanna could sense +that the emotions of malice were being overwhelmed by those of lust. Troi +could feel the blonde's mouth surrounding her big toe, the hot, wet tounge +dancing around the pad of the toe like a Regulan eel-bird. The woman went +to each of her toes in turn, sucking, rhasping, using the tip of her +tounge to gently tickle Troi's toes. Troi realized that it was more than a +little exciting in a sexual way-- the feel of the hot, wet tounge on her +sensitive flesh, the knowledge that she was completely helpless to prevent +it. And, she realized, the tickle torture she had previously endured had +only hightened her sensitivity sexually. She was quite wanting at that +point. + Just as abruptly as they had been captured, the sensations stopped. Troi +looked closely at the blonde. She was perspiring profusely, breathing in +short pants, glaring at Troi with what she knew was a mixture of contempt +and nearly uncontrolable desire. She moved towards the table on which Troi +was secured with a look of feral desire on her face. + + The second landing party consisted of Riker, Worf, and Data. They crept +silently into the village, night having fallen some hours ago. The light +from nuerous cooking fires and torches illuminated the village, and the +many shadows hid them from view. + They moved towards the nearest large hut, realizing that, since the vast +majority of the huts were of the same size, those would probably be the +living quarters for the village inhabitants. Data went first, and peered +through the doorway. Before him was a communal workshop of some kind, but +it was what was being made that caused him alarm. "Phasers, sir," he told +Riker soon thereafter. They are making unmistakeable copies of Federation +phasers." "How is that possible, with this level of technology? Could +they be merely replicas?" Asked Worf. + "Negative. I was able to positively identify both a Federation crystal +alignment chamber and an Andorian coil impact mold. Such implements would +not be necessary to merely emulate the exterior characteristics of a +phaser, and are beyond this planet's current level of technology. I +believe we are faced with the inescapable conclusion that some exterior +force is at work here." The android looked expectantly at Riker. + "I am forced to agree with you, Mr. Data." Riker tapped his communicator. +"Riker to Enterprise. Three to beam up." + + The night had passed without Crusher seeing anything of Troi. She had no +idea where Troi might have been taken, or what might have happened to her. +Crusher had tried not to sleep, tried to be alert for any opportunity to +escape. But the guards were changed every few hours, and there was no +chance. By morning Crusher had slept for a few hours, despite her wishes. +Her wrists and ankles felt numb, the tight leather cords digging into her +flesh. But she counted herself lucky; she didn't even know if Deanna Troi +was alive. At the first hint of morning, a guard entered the hut and +carried her outside. The morning was still chill, but bearable. She +noticed that the village seemed to be rousing itself in this hour or so +before the day's light. The fires were started once more, and the scents +of cooking reached her nose, reminding her how hungry she was. The guard +carried her, without seeming effort, to a small bowl-shaped depression at +the center of the village. Some sort of wooden contraption was evidently +in permanent place there, and it was towards it that her guard steadily +walked. Reaching it, Crusher noticed that it consisted of a bench of some +sort, next to a vertical board with two circular holes cut in it. The +guard sat her down on the bench and untied her ankles. With a sigh of +relief she rotated her feet, trying to regain the lost circulation in her +ankles. Crusher, still somewhat dazed from the whole experience, hardly +noticed as the guard took hold of her legs and swung her around. It was +only then that she noticed the vertical board opened up. The guard set her +ankles in the circular holes and closed the wooden topbar down. It was +only after he began tying the length of leather cord around the end that +Crusher noticed that she could not move her feet. It was some sort of +primitive stocks. And, since her hands were still tied behind her back, +there was no way for her to free herself! +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!news.alpha.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P5/7 +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:40:43 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 77 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +Keywords: Tickled +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +Here we go again!!! +Remember this is NOT my story and all standard disclaimers apply. +Tim + +Subject: World of Laughter 5 + + The guard, satisfied that Crusher was secure in the stocks, proceeded to +yank off her boots. Her long and slender feet stuck out of the wooden +frame. Crusher was left barefoot and helpless in the stocks, her hands +tied behind her. The guard left. + The first person who happened along was a small girl, hardly more than +six or seven years old. She had scraggly blonde hair that fell about her +shoulders, and her face was smudged with dirt. Crusher tried to smile, +gain some sort of trust from her. To her immense relief, the child smiled +back at her, and then spoke. "E'chi trondith?" the child asked. Crusher, +having no idea what she said, merely kept smiling. The young girl then +reached towards Beverly's left foot, and traced a line with her index +finger down the length of the doctor's sole. Dr. Crusher let out a +startled gasp and started to giggle, despite herself. This apparently +delighted the child, who proceeded to wiggle her fingers against Beverly's +helpless soles. The doctor started to laugh out loud, unable to help +herself. She began to beg the girl to stop, even though she knew it was +useless without her communicator. + "Heheheheheh!!!! P-please stop! No more!!! Hahahahah!" But it was no +use. The small girl continued to tickle her trapped feet, brushing her +small fingers from Crusher's soft heels to the tips of her toes, treating +it as if it were some sort of game. Crusher was in agony, her helpless +laughter filling the air. She barely managed to gulp down enough air in +between bouts of convulsive laughter. As the tickling torture went on, +Crusher began to notice something beyond the haze of the torment she +experienced. A certain heat within her, a fire that was being fed with +every stroke against her soles... The tickling, though she would have done +anything to make it stop, was making her incredibly aroused! It was thus +doubly maddening-- the incessant stimulation of her soles and the +unfulfilled agony between her legs. + Eventually, the girl seemed to tire of her sport with the doctor's feet. +She ran away, laughing and waving at Crusher, whom she left exhausted. +Tracks of tears streamed down her cheeks from the forced laughter. Having +regained both her breath and her composure, Crusher noticed that the +village had come to life, with its many inhabitants going about their +daily business, largely ignoring her. Occasionally, one would stare at +her, or whispers would be spoken between two people as they passed. As if +she could understand what they said in the first place! +Riker, Data, and Worf had beamed down once more, and this time they had +much better luck in finding their missing comrades. At least, they found +one of them. Skulking around between several of the rude huts, they heard +the unmistakable sound of Dr. Crusher's voice, laughing. That struck them +all as highly odd, and they went over as stealthily as they could to +investigate. They managed to reach a place of concealment in a pile of old +barrels, from which they had a clear view of the doctor. She was sitting +on a bench, her hands tied behind her back, and her feet locked into +stocks of some kind. Two of the natives were in front of her, stroking the +soles of her feet with some kind of soft leaf frond. Each native girl had +taken a foot, and were apparently engaged in some kind of contest. First +one of them would brush the frond against Beverly's foot, forcing a steady +stream of laughter from her. Then that one would stop and the other would +take over, tickling Crusher's other foot. The two of them alternated like +that for some time, and Crusher was nearly beyond reason. All she could do +was laugh helplessly, incapable of even moving her feet. The native girls +who were torturing the doctor in this way were two of a kind; both wide +and plump, with long brown hair and dressed in the same animal skins they +all seemed to wear. Once in a while, one would decline to use the frond +and would take to tickling Crusher with her fingertips, which would cause +yet another eruption of laughter from the exhausted doctor. + "Is there nothing we can do?" asked Worf, frustrated. "They are torturing +her!" + "I know," replied Riker. "But we have to wait until she's left alone. If +we can get just a few seconds alone with her, we can beam out of here." + "But what of Counselor Troi, Commander?" asked Data. "We'll have to come +back for her, Data. I don't like it any more than you, but now that we've +found Dr. Crusher, we can't take the chance of losing her again." The +android nodded, satisfied with the reasoning. + At length, the two native girls wandered off to do their chores, their +game completed. Crusher still shook from the residual sensations, and was +gasping to recover her breath. Riker looked around, and none of the +villagers seemed to be looking in the doctor's general direction. "Now," +he said. +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!news.alpha.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P6/7 +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:44:17 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 59 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +Well?? Are you enjoying so far??? Tickled Pink??? or is that Pickled Tink? +Still NOT my story. Still standard disclaimers apply +Tim + +Subject: World of Laughter 6 +by Kimberly Drake + +The three rushed across the short expanse of open field that lay between +them and the doctor, and finally reached her. "Thank goddness!" she said +once they had made it to her. "I don't think I could have taken any more!" + Data snapped the leather strap holding the stocks closed, and they freed +Crusher's feet. She stood up hesitantly. "Do you have any idea where +Deanna is?" asked Riker hurredly. He was looking around to make sure the +villagers didn't notice the escape. + "No," replied Crusher. "She was taken last night, and I haven't seen her +since." + "Damn," said Riker as he tapped his communicator. "Riker to Enterprise. +Four to beam up." + + "Everything fits," Riker was saying in the briefing room. "The phasers +were being produced with modern methods and materials, and I can't believe +it was an accident that the village just happened to be located on top of +a Livirium deposit. Someone is definitely at work here from off-world." + "Agreed," said the Captain in his deep baritone voice. "But who? And +why?" Data spoke up. "Unknown sir. But I believe I may have a way of +piercing the natural sensor interference and pinpointing the location of +the Kukulkan's crew, as well as that of Counselor Troi." + "Make it so, Mr. Data," replied the Captain, standing to return to the +Bridge. "And quickly. Based on Dr. Crusher's experiences, there is no +telling what could be happening to them down there." + + Troi had spent the day chained to a stake in the same building in which +she had been tortured-- and pleasured-- the night before. She was still +without clothing, but at least she had been fed, and that raised her +spirits. She knew that the Enterprise would never abandon the search for +her, but she also knew how hard it would be to both rescue her and stay +within the boundaries of the Prime Directive. They couldn't just march +through the place with a squad of Worf's security people. + + Around nightfall, a guard (Troi couldn't tell if it was the same one she +had seen before-- the previous night was all a blur to her) unchained her +ankle and led her out of the hut. The night was chill against her bare +skin, and she began to shiver. Soon, however, she was led to a large +fire. There, she saw a long bench with another board perpendicular to it. +The second board had holes cut into it at regular intervals. Across from +her she saw two other women. They were barefoot and their clothing was +badly torn, but there was no mistaking what they were wearing. Starfleet +uniforms! + "You're from the Kukulkan?" asked Troi, as they were led over to the +stocks. + Both women looked startled. One was tall and blonde, and wore the +insignia of a Lieutennant. The other was about the same height as Troi, +and was black. Her uniform was torn off where her rank would have been +displayed. "Yes," said the black woman. "Are you Starfleet, too?" + Troi realized that she was totally naked, and blushed, seeking to cover +herself in any way. "Yes, Counselor Deanna Troi, from the starship +Enterprise. We were here to rescue you, but it seems that I'm the one who +needs to be rescued," she added ironically. "We found the wreckage of +your ship. What happened?" +Path: news2.delphi.com!news.delphi.com!news2.near.net!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!news.alpha.net!solaris.cc.vt.edu!swiss.ans.net!jabba.cybernetics.net!mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net!TrekRev +From: TrekRev@cybernetics.net (Tied&Tickled) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek +Subject: New Story: World Of Laughter P7/7 Final Chapter +Date: Sun, 22 Jan 1995 14:47:44 +1000 +Organization: cybernetx +Lines: 77 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: mrgdrench3.cybernetics.net +X-Newsreader: Trumpet for Windows [Version 1.0 Rev B] + +And last but not least the final chapter!! Hope ya liked it. +Still Not my story. Apply all applicable disclaimers and whatever else is +necessary. +Tim:[""" + +Subject: World of Laughter 7 +by Kimberly Drake + +They could not continue, as they were seated at the bench. All three +women found their feet being placed in the holes, their ankles secured in +the stocks. Their hands were then tied behind their backs. They then, all +three of them, were bound in the stocks, right next to one another. They +were no more than a foot apart from each other. + Troi had a good idea of what was about to happen, and was dreading it. +She saw the blonde woman from the night before, and could sense more lust +within her. That made Troi blush once more. The blonde native made a short + speech to the assembled villagers, who cheered and clapped as three young + native girls, each about fifteen years old, stepped forward, one in front +of each of the prisoners. "E'chi trondith?" each native asked her +respective prisoner. When no answers were forthcoming, each grinned at +the others and the crowd cheered once more. "They've tortured us like +this every night for the last six weeks," the blonde said hastily to +Troi. "I'll go mad if I have to go through it agahehehehehehehehehen!!!!" +She began to laugh as the raven-haired native in front of her began to +wiggle her fingertips across her captive's soles. + The black woman was whimpering, obviously trying to hold in her laughter. + But it was a useless gesture. She wiggled and crossed her toes, trying to + delay what was inevitable. Within minutes, the merciless stroking of her +soles had tears streaming down her cheeks and her laughing out loud. + Troi held out the longest, enduring the maddening caresses, trying to +fight back the laughter that welled up within her. But then, just as it +had done before, it was being tickled between her toes that opened the +floodgates. She began to giggle uncontrollably, and then the giggles +turned into outright uncontrolled laughter. She heard the helpless +laughter of the other women, and was joining in wholeheartedly. Every +stroke of the young girl's fingertips against the soles of her trapped +feet increased the maddening torments she felt. At one point, the girl +would gently glide her fingers slowly up and down the arches of her feet, +and then would suddenly shift to rapidly wiggling them against her toes. +The other woman had been right-- it was maddening! Vainly, she tried to +wiggle her feet, cross her toes, anything to escape the torturing touch +of the native girl. But it was no use. She was obviously an expert at +what she was doing, and none of Troi's desperate tricks slowed the pace +of the tickling one bit. + The torture continued for what felt like hours, without any respite. But +then, suddenly, Troi felt a rush of hope. She began to feel the familiar +tingling sensation that preceded transportation! She began to see the +characteristic blue sparkle around her body, and the bodies of the other +Federation captives, and then she was suddenly sitting on the floor of +the transporter chamber. Reflexively, she curled up in a ball and began +to sob with relief. The two other captives were there with her, and +joined her in her emotional release. Riker was there, and put a blanket +around Troi, covering her nakedness, and hugged her gently. "You're +home," he said. "It's over." + + Picard was filling the Counselor in on what exactly had happened. +"Shortly after Commander Riker and the away team returned to the ship the +last time, we picked up an alien vessel entering the system. She didn't +respond to our hails, but we were able to positively identify her as an +Orion ship. It seems that the Orions have been selling high-technology +weapons to the natives here in exchange for their minerals." + "What of the rest of the Kukulkan's crew?" asked Crusher, also standing +on the bridge, cleaned up and recovered from her ordeal on the planet. + "According to Commander Hardy's report, the other two crewmen were killed + on impact. It seems they encountered another Orion vessel, which opened +fire and caused them to crash. The Federation is lodging a formal protest +against Orion and there are going to be reparations made, rest assured." + "Reparations," repeated Troi. + "Deanna," said Picard, with great feeling in his voice, "if there were +any way I could undo what happened to you and Dr. Crusher on that +planet..." + "I understand, Captain," said Troi. But, remembering the wild, blonde +woman, with her sensations that were both horrible torture and wildest +pleasure, she wasn't sure if she would want to have it undone. + Although they didn't realize it, Troi and Crusher were thinking the same +thing. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapprty.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapprty.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..faf2462f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapprty.txt @@ -0,0 +1,344 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/wrapprty.txt +Archive-author: Karin Lee +Archive-title: Wrap Party, The + + +(c)1989 Kayle Sea Productions +All Rights Reserved + +-one- + +"Roll tape!" "Wait for speed!.......okay!" "Okay, now +start the transistion and then.....no! Wait for 'Action', +Karin!.....okay, again. Start the transition and then go +into the Flying V, just like we ran through......and.... +Action!". + +I began the slow transition scene, trying not to rush (but +how the hell are you suppose to time these things, anyway?) +and rolled out of the somewhat strained position that I had +been holding. Mark's cock plopped against his thigh as I let +it slip from my mouth and rolled over onto my back. He got +to his knees and grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge +of the bed where I threw my legs up in the infamous "Flying +V" position. Mark stroked his cock a few times, to regain +his erection, then plowed directly into my pussy. + +"Cut!!!!" yelled all five of the crew members at once. The +director shook his head sadly. "Look, Mark, we've got this +one scene left to do. That's it. All we have to do is get +some good penetration and then we can all go home, okay? So +take it fucking SLOW, alright!?" "Yeah, okay already! Slow! +Right, I got it......" Mark mumbled something under his +breath, something about being such a professional. Right. +"Okay, lets try again! Positions..........right. Let's get +it this time, okay? Roll Tape!" "Wait for speed.......speed! +"Action!". + +This time, everything went fine. Finally. After three hours +working on one scene, we were finally finishing the damn +scene, the movie, the whole ball of wax. "Okay, Karin, you +need to be louder, honey........that's better......good +Mark, really stroke it! Give her the full length, that's +what it's about, babe!... Yeah, that's it.........Keep your +legs up, Karin........Tell him how much you want it honey... +...yeah, that's good.........keep going, keep going......." +Robert continued coaxing us to our best, softly hinting at +what he would like to see, directing dialogue, and generally +being an annoyance. + +"Okay! That should do it.....Cut! How long was that!?" "Oh, +we got 11 and a half minutes." "How much is good?" "At least +two minutes, two and a half, tops!" "That's great! Good job +guys, Karin! Okay, that's a wrap! Let's get out of here!" +The crew had already begun shutting down. They knew that the +footage was good. We spent the next hour taking care of bus- +ness, getting paid, taking showers and getting dressed. I +came into the waiting room looking much-the-worse for wear, +my hair still damp from the shower, black-brown curls cling- +ing to my face and neck. You got up from the couch where you +had been waiting, came over to me and kissed me long and +hard. "Let's go, babe. I'm so horny I could pop in the car!" + +"Please, Darren, give me a break, okay? I need to rest! That +may not sound like work, but you haven't been on this +fucking set for thirteen hours, either! I'm fucking tired!" +You looked at me with love and lust mixed in your eyes. Love +slowly gained the upper hand, and I could see the resig- +nation creep onto your face. You smiled gently at me. "Yeah, +babe, I understand. Let's go home and you can rest for a +while.......Oh, yeah....Susann and Richie are coming over +later. Thought that you would feel like celebrating after +you finished. You know, like a 'wrap party'!" I smiled as I +settled into the car and snuggled up next to you. "That +sounds nice, honey. Wake me up when they come over." I +drifted off to sleep as the car sped along the highway, +heading for our apartment. + + * * * * * * * * * + +The room was dark and quiet, the only sound being the soft +ticking of the bedside alarm clock. I suddenly realized that +I was awake, and for a moment wondered where I was. I had +been dreaming about the movie, and wasn't exactly sure +whether we had actually finished it or not. Slowly though, +the surroundings became familiar, and I relaxed. I felt +refreshed, reborn, and I stretched and yawned, then slipped +out of the bed and realized that I was naked. Funny, I +didn't remember getting undressed; but then I didn't re- +member getting into bed, either. I went to the door and +opened it, starting to go down to the livingroom as I was, +when I heard voices downstairs. Susann and Richie! Shit! I +quickly shut the door and went back to the dresser to pull +out a night-gown. God, that was close! A good thing that you +had been talking, or I might have wandered naked into the +room! + +In a few minutes I was more-or-less presentable, and left +the bedroom. Susann and Richie were sitting on the couch, +playing gently and innocently with each other as you sat on +the loveseat, looking a little uncomfortable. No, not un- +comfortable; horny. And lonely. You perked up as I walked +into the room, though, and Susann smiled warmly. "Hi, +Karin!" she said happily. "How are you feeling now? All +rested?" I smiled back and went to kiss her hello. "I'm +doing fine! I feel *great*! Like a brand-new girl! Hi, +Richie!" "Hi, sleepyhead! You look good!" I looked at +Susann. "Keep him" I said, smiling "he has excellent taste!" +I gave him a kiss. "MMMmmm....he tastes good, too!" Susann +laughed, and Richie looked embarassed. "I know!" she said +happily "and he proves it to me every day!". + +"Hey, you, what about me!?" "Don't worry honey, I wouldn't +*ever* forget about you!". I snuggled up next to you on the +loveseat and nuzzled your cheek softly. "Miss me?" I asked, +teasing your stomach with a fingernail. "No, not really! +Rich and Susann have been wonderful company! I'm glad they +got here when they did, 'cause you were dead to the world +when we got home!" "Hmmmm? What do you mean?" "Well, you +wouldn't wake up, so Rich helped me get you upstairs...... +you were cute, too! You kept calling him 'Mark' and telling +him to fuck you harder!" + +"I did not! God, you guys are terrible!" Susann giggled as +she came over to us and gave my hand a squeeze. "I'm afraid +you did, honey! You really *were* cute, though! Don't worry, +we made Richie leave before we got you out of your clothes. +It's a good thing, too, or you might have attacked him!" I +looked sheepishly around the room. All three of you were +grinning at my embarassment, and I couldn't help but blush. +"God, I can't believe this! You're blushing!!?? The woman +spends thirteen hours fucking and sucking for the camera, +and gets embarassed just because we undressed her and put +her to bed. Alone. By herself!". You shook your head, chuck- +ling softly. "Okay, baby, that's alright, I guess *everyone* +has *some* kind of modesty to deal with!" "Well, it's not +really that I'm embarassed by *that*, it's just that, well, +I could have, you know, embarassed Richie and Susann.......I +really am a slut, you know!" The chorus was almost deaf- +ening. "WE KNOW!!!!" + +-two- + +The evening was very pleasant. We sat together in the hot +tub, sipping the champagne that Richie had picked up for the +occassion, chatting and splashing each other with the warm +bubbling water. The view of the Valley was beautiful, and +the soft new-age music playing on the stereo helped to set +the perfect mood. Susann and Richie played and nuzzled each +other, and you and I followed their lead, being the perfect +host and hostess that we are. We had talked about being in a +situation like this before, but had just kept it to our- +selves, using the fantasy as a spark to add a bit of variety +to our sex life. But this was no fantasy. It was real, and +was following more-or-less the same lines as our fantasies +had. Your hand played with my nipples under the water, and I +gently stroked your cock through the fabric of your swim +trunks. Occassionally you would drop your hand to my crotch +and play with my pussy, rubbing it in just the right spot to +drive me crazy. + +I stroked Susann's foot with my toe, and caught her eye, +smiling at her. She smiled back and winked, then stroked my +leg with her foot. I started to feel that tingling sensation +in my pussy and got a liitle light headed as I realized that +we were very close to fulfilling our private fantasy. I +turned a bit to get a better angle, and responded to +Susann's tentative advances. My foot slowly, cautiously +working it's way higher and higher, untill my toes were +gently teasing her cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned +softly as she eased down lower into the tub, closer to my +teasing toes. I worked my big toe underneath her bikini and +caressed her clit with it. She moaned out loud, and Richie +looked at her with amazement. "What are you carrying on +about!?" "Mind your own business!" she said, smiling at me. +Richie looked at me, then back at her. "Is there something +going on here that I don't know about?" "Of course not, +dear" I replied softly "now mind your own business". + +"Darren? What is going on?" "Hmmmmmmmmm.......it looks to me +like Karin and Susann have decided that they want to play +for a while.....is that right, honey?" I looked at you and +smiled, then looked toward Richie. "Only if it's okay with +you guys, right Sugano?" "I don't care if it's okay with +them or *not*! What's a little harmless playing between two +girls?" You smiled and took another sip of your champagne. +"That sounds perfectly reasonable to me! What do you say, +Rich? Should we let them play? We could watch them and take +pictures!" "NO PICTURES! This isn't work, okay? I don't need +a fucking director telling me how to screw in my own hot +tub!" "Uh....how about if we do it quietly?" "Well, I guess +it's up to Susann and Richie........okay, guys?" Richie and +Susann looked at each other, then smiled and shrugged. +"Okay, that sounds good to us!" + +Richie moved around in the tub, and I slid closer to Susann. +Gently caressing her cheek with my fingers, I softly pulled +her closer and kissed her tentatively. She responded shyly, +slowly warming to my kisses on her cheeks, her neck, her +ears and finally on her lips. Probing gently, more like a +question, my tongue found her lips. She moaned softly, then +her lips parted slightly and I felt the tip of her tongue +touch mine. She gave a light gasp and opened her mouth +further. As our tongues met she wrapped herself around me +and began to kiss me passionately, and I responded in kind. +My hand cupped a breast and kneaded it lightly, teasing her +nipple with a fingernail. I slipped my hand under the strap +of her bikini and pulled it off her shoulder, letting the +fabric fall away from her tit. + +We held each other and kissed feverishly, touching, car- +essing, probing each other, searching for those special +spots that elicit pleasure from deep within. Getting closer +to each other than we had ever been, each of us learning +intimate secrets about the other. You and Richie sat and +watched appreciatively. "Can you believe that just five +hours ago she was completely fucked-out, Rich?" "That *is* +pretty hard to believe! She is one horny bitch, huh?" "You +got *that* right! Lets get some pictures of this! You left +for a moment and returned with a camera. "Okay, baby, I said +that I wouln't direct, and I won't........but let's go into +the house so that we can get better shots, okay?" + +We got out of the hot tub and wandered back into the living- +room. As soon as we were there, Susann and I fell onto each +other, taking off each other's bikinis. Falling to the deep +plush carpet, we continued exploring each other, my tongue +burying itself in her hot, wet pussy, her tongue licking at +my inner thighs. I breathed in her aroma and licked eagerly +at her clit, pushing first one finger, then two, into her +hot dripping cunt. She stopped eating me and fell back on +the floor, panting heavily and moaning with pleasure. "God +Karin, don't stop! That feels soooooooooo gooooood!!!!" +Knowing that she was enjoying my tongue so much made me even +hornier, and I demanded attention. "Darren......I need to be +fucked right now, and I don't care who does it, but +*somebody* had better start paying some attention to me!" + +"Rich, I think Karin needs to be fucked! Would you care to +oblige her? I would, but somebody needs to take pictures!" +Richie hesitated for a moment. "Uh, Susann? Would you mind +if I fuck her?" Susann came back to earth for a moment, and +looked at him sternly. "Richard, if you *don't* fuck her, +I'll never speak to you again!". Richie quickly took off his +trunks, and approached me from behind. His cock was rock- +hard, and stood nearly upright. Kneeling behind me, he +spread my legs apart and gently eased a finger into my +aching cunt. Running it in circles around the inside of my +pussy, he felt so good that I couldn't stand it. "God, +Richard! Will you fuck me *please*!?" "Alright baby, get +ready 'cause I'm gunna ram it in!" "Quit talking about it +and do it!" + +Richie rubbed his cock against my waiting lips, pushing it +in between my cunt lips. Grabbing my hips with both hand, he +thrust hard into me, burying his cock deep within my body. I +screamed uncontrollably as he rammed his manhood into me +again and again, fucking me as hard as he could. I was no +longer able to concentrate on eating Susann, and rested my +cheek against her thigh as Richie pounded his cock into my +cunt. My pussy was hot and dripping with my juices and +precum from Richie's cock and I was on the verge of cumming +when you interrupted with news that we were out of film. +Susann sighed happily. "Good! Karin, do you mind if I take +Darren?". My answer was unintelligible, but you laughed and +answered for me. "Of course she doesn't mind! She's in +heaven! + +Richie pulled his cock out of my cunt, and I spun around and +engulfed his waiting meat in my mouth before he had the +chance to complain. You lay down next to Susann and stroked +her tits as she started to suck your throbbing cock. She +slipped her hand around the base of it and continued to suck +and lick you while I did the same for Richie. Almost as if +we were in competition. The United States Olympic Cocksuck- +ing Team in action and going for the gold. In minutes, our +efforts were rewarded, as you and Richie managed to achieve +simultaneous orgasms. Cum was everywhere, as it spurted +violently out of your throbbing cocks, dribbling down our +cheeks, chins, and tits. Sucking you both dry, Susann and I +then turned our attention to each other, licking cum off our +bodies and playing with each other again. + +"I'm really worried about them, Darren!.....I think they may +be turning into.......lesbians!" Susann and I looked at each +other and laughed, then gave each other a quick but deep +kiss. "No chance of that, Richie!" I replied happily "I do +love Susann, but she can't take the place of a nice hard +cock in my pussy! For that matter, she can't take the place +of a nice hard cock in my ass, either!". You looked at +Susann and she laughed lightly. "Susann, honey, would you +mind if Richie and I made a sandwich out of Karin? A state- +ment like that just *can't* go ingnored!" "I don't mind at +all! Just save some for me!" + +Richie lay on his back, his cock stirring with new-found +strength. I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto +his now rock-hard cock, impaling myself with his meat. You +knealt behind me and pushed me forward, then worked a finger +into my tight asshole. Finding it dry, you cupped your hand +at my cunt, now dripping with juice as I rode Richie's cock. +Soon, you had plenty of slippery fluid for your cock and +fingers. Again you pushed a finger into my hole, lubricating +it with my own juice and making it loose enough to accept +your now throbbing cock. Rubbing my juice onto your meat, +you held my hips and pushed against my tiny puckered ass- +hole, pushing slowly but steadily untill you were fully +inside me. I could feel the strange sensation of two cocks +bumping each other through the walls of my ass and pussy. A +very strange and very wonderful feeling, much better than +being fucked by only one cock at a time. + +Matching your strokes to Richie's, you soon had me cumming +hard, unable to control my shaking and quivering body. My +breath came in short pants, and I was unable to talk, so I +collapsed onto the floor with a smile of contentment on my +face as you fell on top of me. "Hey! how about some warning +before you drop out on us, okay?" "MMMmmmmmm.......s'rry..." +I replied, but I really didn't care if anyone was unhappy +with my performance. "Well, Susann? It's your turn!" I +glanced over at the three of you through sleepy, contented +eyes, and watched as you and Richie double-fucked my new +girlfriend. I smiled at her as our eyes met, because I knew +what she was feeling while you fucked her violently in her +pussy and Richie attacked her poor virgin asshole. She +suddenly moaned and screamed and started to buck wildly as +she rode the waves of an orgasm. The added motion of her +body was all it took, and you came gushing into her cunt +while Richie pulled his cock out of her ass and shot his +load all over her back and her nice round ass. + +The three of you collapsed on the floor next to me, and I +kissed each of you hard and deep, snuggling in to be as +close as possible to all of the people that had just fucked +me. "MMMMmmmmmmmmmmm................that was nice......... +we'll have to do it again sometime!" I said sleepily. Susann +looked at me, smiling. "So you get paid for this, huh?...... +Where do *I* go to sign up?" + +-end- + +The Wrap Party +by Karin Lee +(c)1989 Kayle Sea Productions +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapup.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapup.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7bc5f399 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrapup.txt @@ -0,0 +1,330 @@ +Archive-name: Bondage/wrapup.txt +Archive-author: J. Mattis +Archive-title: Wrap Up + + + Copyright (c) 1991 by J. Mattis. All rights reserved. + +Jim thought, "Damn it...she's charging the net again!" and started +running forward hard, pounding his feet against the red clay. His legs +pumped about three times when Janet, tennis racket in hand, started +to swing her arm all the way around. Instead of just dinking the ball over +the net, Janet was giving the ball an overhand smash. + +At this point, Jim was about ten feet from the net and closing fast, and he +realized that this was the last place he wanted to be. His wife puffed out a +throaty "Unghh!" as she smashed the ball. Jim's reaction was substantially +less dignified. + +"Shit!" He brought up both arms and closed his eyes. He could swear he felt +the breeze as a yellow meteor shot past his head, and he heard it strike +the court behind him. He imagined that it left a crater. When he opened +his eyes, Janet was standing in front of him, panting hard and grinning. + +"That's match-point, big boy. *You* cook dinner tonight." + +Jim lightly chastised himself for making the bet, considering his abysmal +record playing tennis against his wife. Too bad he loved tennis, even when +he lost...it made for a lot of extra chores on his part. Perhaps the way +that Janet looked in a white tennis skirt did something to cloud his judgment. + +"C'mon, Janet...just two more sets!" She rolled her eyes, and Jim conceded. +"Okay, okay! Yes, Your Highness!" He assumed a decidedly phony British +accent and continued, "I will cook the Royal Dinner tonight. Does Her Majesty +require anything else from her unworthy servant?" He bowed with a flourish. + +"Hmmm..." she mused, eyes sparkling. "How 'bout a kiss?" She edged forward +half a step. + +Jim stood back up and leaned towards her, smiling as he planted a gentle +kiss on her lips. "You're adorable, you know that?" + +"Why, thank you. And you're a much better kisser than you are a tennis +player." + +Jim tried to swat her bottom with his racket. He missed. + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +After playing frisbee and tennis for most of the afternoon, Jim cooked up a +tasty stir-fry, which he served with a bottle of white zinfandel, and Janet +was well-pleased. They decided to call it an early evening and went to sleep, +having allowed their feelings of horniness to be displaced temporarily by +feelings of fatigue. + +Overnight, the temperature dropped from warm-and-pleasant to +goose-pimple-cold, an occurrence for which they were ill-prepared, having +left the bedroom windows open. There was just a single sheet covering the +two of them, and in their respective dreams, their king-sized bed became a +stretch of frozen tundra, complete with arctic winds cutting across the +expanse. + +At first, they affectionately huddled together for warmth, but this soon +degenerated, as the cold slowly pulled them awake, into a nasty little +tug-of-war, with the prize being a larger-than-fair portion of the +cotton/polyester sheet. Having always been better at playing such games, +Janet curled herself into a fetal position, clutched a double-handful of +sheet to her chest, and gave a little, twisting *tug*. Pretty as you +please, the last yard of sheet jumped away from Jim and settled neatly on +Janet, leaving Jim's butt exposed to the elements. His eyes flew open just +as a breeze blew up his backside. "Hey! I'm freezing! Gimme some back." + +Janet purred a contented, sleepy little dismissal, "Jim, if you're cold, +just get up and take a blanket out of the closet." Jim was ready to hoist +himself out of bed when he realized that he'd just been snookered (and not +for the first time!) into getting a blanket while Janet stayed in bed. His +darling wife had suddenly been transformed, in his eyes, into an Evil +Manipulator, and he decided to stand up for All Men, everywhere. + +"If you want a blanket, Janet, *you* get it. Now give me some sheet!", and +he proceeded to haul at the sheet like he was pulling in the main sail. + +With more than half-serious indignation, Janet growled "You jerk! Pick on +someone your own size!" and she did that little clutching move again, which +rolled Jim over and recovered half of what he'd hauled away from her. + +"Can't...there's no one else here." smirked Jim, and he pressed his (now +frozen) toes up against her warm, heart-shaped bottom. She squeaked out a +surprised little "Yelp!" and jumped away from him, letting go of the sheet. + +"Aha!!" Jim grabbed the edge of the sheet and rolled back towards his side +of the bed. "Loser!" he cried and, gripping the sheet tightly, he rolled +over and away from Janet, spooling the entire sheet around himself. "*You* +can get the blanket for a change!" He rolled clear to the other side +of the bed, and was quite pleased with himself, since he didn't get to +outsmart his wife very often. + +He had about half-a-heartbeat to gloat, and then Janet jumped on top of him, +glowering down with a frighteningly predatory look. "You know, Jim, +I'll never understand how a man as smart as you can consistently get himself +into such *dumb* predicaments!" But Jim wasn't worried...all those +workouts came in handy when he was wrestling his wife. Janet was no pushover, +but she never could out-wrestle him in a fair fight. + +He tried boosting himself up with his arms...and he collapsed backwards! +At once, he realized that he'd mummified himself inside the sheet. He thought +hurriedly....king-sized sheet...must be eight or nine layers of cloth...his +hands stuck by his hips, tangled up more than the rest of him...Janet sitting +on his stomach with her knees on either side of his chest, using those +cyclist's legs of hers to squeeze his arms against his sides. Oh, I'm meat, +he thought, I'm hamburger fucking helper. + +Janet was smiling down at him evilly. "You've got such an *endearing* look +on your face, honey!" And then her expression changed to one of +mock concern: "Have you got enough sheet now?" + +"Okay, heh, yeah, Janet...you got me, yep, that was pretty good...I'll go +get the blanket..." + +"Oh, Jim, what's your hurry, you're not still cold are you? *I'm* the one +who should be cold!" Reaching her arms behind her, she stretched her +bare torso backwards and turned from side to side, the silhouette of her +nipples sharply visible against the light from the bedroom window. He +became acutely aware that he had a hard on, and he squirmed as it strained, +like the rest of him, against the sheet. Janet brought her hands back down +and ran them smoothly over her breasts. With a sudden surge of frustrated +horniness, Jim bucked frantically and nearly threw his wife off him. + +Janet regained her balance and looked furious that Jim had the audacity to +try taking advantage of her posing for him. She shifted her legs lower +down Jim's body and fell forward onto him, hard, knocking the air out of +him, and assumed a decidedly female-superior position. Now, it was Janet's +turn to look surprised, as she felt Jim's erection pressing against her. + +For a second, Jim thought that she might let him loose so they could go at +it...but Janet's expression shifted again, and became particularly merciless. +"Poor baby!" she cooed, "there's something you want really bad, isn't there?" +Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around Jim, she brought her face close +and started giving him soft kisses on his cheeks, his temples, his forehead. +A small moan of pleasure came from him, and he closed his eyes. She kissed +his eyelids, and brought her mouth down to meet his. His tongue reached for +her, and with no teasing Janet kissed him long and deeply. + +"Oh, Janet, I want you...please let me go." + +She gazed at him tenderly, and said "I want you too, really bad, but some +things are worth waiting for. Besides, I *know* you...you'll enjoy it more +if I tease you senseless first." + +"But you've already teased me senseless!" and, at this new development, he +started struggling in earnest. But poised as she was, he could barely get +enough leverage to rock back and forth...rolling her away was utterly +impossible. He strained fruitlessly for long seconds, and fell back +exhausted. + +"You call *this* teasing?" she chided, her face inches from his. "Darling, +I haven't even *started* teasing you!" and she placed her hands on both +sides of his face, keeping his head immobile. She brushed several feathery +kisses against his lips and, as he strained for more, she unceremoniously +licked his nose. + +"*Bleck*!! Why, you bitch!! Gaaa!!!! I hate that!" + +"Oh, so I'm a bitch? Well, what else am I supposed to do to you?" she asked +innocently, while she wiped the saliva off his nose. + +"I don't care...anything but that! That felt horrible!" + +"But, Jim, I can only torture your face...the rest of you has gone +undercover." She paused, smiling at her pun. "Except...except for...hmm..." +Like a dervish, she jumped back and landed her bum on his stomach, then +bounced off him and rolled him over another half turn, so that he was face +down. Next, she grabbed onto the sheets wrapped around Jim's ankles and pulled +herself around. Jim's first reaction (after "oof!") was that she was going to +try smacking his bottom, and he tried getting his hands back to ward off the +blows. A split second later, Janet was coming back down on top of him, +making a "Hiiee-yA!" noise very much like Miss Piggy. He laughed in spite +of his predicament, and flattened himself so that the mattress would absorb +the blow. To his surprise, Janet merely settled gently on top of him. +"You're learning, boy! What's that saying about old dogs and new tricks?" + +Jim was now face down, with his arms behind his back, hands pinned against +his own butt, thanks to his thrashing around. Janet was lying face down +on him, with her head by his feet, and her thighs were again clamped around +his chest. Her arms were hugging his legs tightly, while her right hand +fumbled at the cloth by his ankles. Suddenly, he felt cold air, as Janet +peeled back enough of the sheets so that his right foot was free. He tried to +kick, but his knees were still wrapped tightly together. Besides, what little +maneuvering room his ankles had disappeared as Janet grabbed up the excess +sheet and wound it around his shins. His left foot was still bound in +cloth, but his right foot was totally exposed. + +"So, is this the naughty foot that stuck it's cold toes up my butt, hmmm?" + +Jim started to babble, "No no it was the other one I swear it wasn't that +one no..." + +"I don't know, Jim, these toes feel *awfully* cold." she said, as she ran +the tip of her index finger along the base of Jim's toes. "So were *you* +the coldest toe? Or was it *you*?" she asked, punctuating each query with a +little squeeze of each toe. + +"(*giggle*) It wasn't any of them! (*snort*) Oh, God, please..." The +gentle, almost loving touches underneath his toes made his foot twitch +spasmodically, and Jim became frantic at the prospect that Janet was going +to tickle him into hysteria. He didn't plead yet, though...he clung +desperately to the ludicrous hope that, if he didn't beg her not to tickle +him, then Janet wouldn't think of doing it. + +"Oh, so I'm going to have to conduct an Inquisition, is that it? Well, +since you like picking on people smaller than you," she said snidely, "I'll +start with the littlest toe first...have you done anything that deserves +punishment, hmmm?" And she started running her fingertips very lightly down +the toe, along the outside edge of the foot, and then back up again. + +Jim's initial, stifled laughs gave way to a steady stream of giggles, like +water falling. "No honest I-swear-to-god I haven't!" he gasped. + +"You know, you've got a beautiful giggle, Jim, even if that wonderful +baritone voice of yours sounds more like a schoolgirl's now! It's too bad I +don't hear you giggle more often. So, how about Toe Number Two? Do *you* +have any confessions to make?" She started tracing her maddening fingertips +in a straight line along the second toe, up and down across the sole of +Jim's foot. That tickled *much* worse than the edge of his foot did, and +Jim dropped all pretense of not begging. + +"Please Janet plee-hee-hee-heeze (*gasp*), don't tickle me-he-hee-HA! HA! oh +God (*giggle*) it's-sss-it's(*sputter*) HA HA not fair hah HAH!!" + +"Oh, and I suppose that what you did to me last week on the couch was fair, +right? Remember, you brute?" Yeah, he remembered...they were smootching, +and Jim started kissing Janet's neck, which prompted a ticklish little squeal +on her part. When he heard her laugh, Jim couldn't resist taking advantage +of her. "You tickled my neck, and then you pinned my arms over my head and +started nuzzling me under my arms until I nearly wet myself? Do you remember +that, hmmm?" She shifted over to the third toe, so that her fingertips were +sliding up and down the very center of his foot, taking little digressions to +follow the curves along the arch and heel. + +Jim was out-and-out laughing now, and gasping for breath. He'd always been +a tickle fiend, but that was when *he* was doing the tickling. The only +time he'd gotten it back badly was when he was was twelve years old, and +staying with relatives before a wedding. His cousin Karen (how old was she +then...fifteen?) caught him peeking when she was trying on her bridesmaid's +outfit. He ran, but she caught him in about three strides and pinned him +down. While she said "I'll bet you thought that was funny, huh?" over and +over, she proceeded to slowly and methodically tickle him half to death. He +didn't even remember her stopping...just him catching his breath afterwards. +That was twenty years ago, and he wasn't sure if he could stand it if it +happened again. He managed to blurt out +"Yes-I-did-it-I-did-it-I'm-sorry-oh-God" in one breath. + +"Finally, a confession! Very well!" She stopped her tickling, and drew +herself up haughtily. "It's the judgement of this court that, given your +offense, the punishment should fit the crime. You are hereby sentenced +to the poetic justice of being tickled on the bottom of your right foot +until you go completely insane, said sentence to be carried out immediately. +Does the condemned care to make a final statement?" Red faced, sweating, and +panting, Jim gasped in a breath and opened his mouth to reply when Janet +chirped "Time's up!" and began very lightly and rapidly dragging the +fingertips of both hands over the sole of Jim's foot. She alternated left +and right hands, using all of her fingers and touching very lightly, scraping +as gently and as rapidly as she could. + +If Jim thought that he'd ever been tickled before, he was wrong. His voice +jumped from hyperactive giggles to full-bodied guffaws and back again as his +tortured nerves tried desperately to reach some sort of equilibrium, but +Janet was a cruel, relentless, and very talented tickler, and she altered +her touch just enough to keep Jim from adapting to the torment. He felt +electric currents searing across his feet, racing up the backs of his legs +to his groin, and shooting out along his spinal cord. He howled...he +shrieked...he positively *screamed* with forced laughter, while his body +thrashed like a wild animal. "Kootchie, kootchie!" tormented Janet. +"You know, I've always *dreamed* of getting you into a position like +this...helpless and begging. And you beg *so* well! Kootchie, kootchie, +koo! Tickle toes!" She dug into the sensitive skin under Jim's toes, and a +spasm of howling laughter shook his entire body. "Tickle here!" she teased, +as she frantically scratched at his arch. "Tickle there!" as she moved her +fingers to the ball of his foot. "Tickle tickle tickle!!" she teased, +ruthlessly, mercilessly, while Jim gasped, and squealed, and screamed, and +prayed...to whatever god feels sorry for people being tickled beyond human +endurance...that she'd stop. + +Then Jim's sense of time disappeared. He was in the Hell of Eternal Tickling. + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +"Jim!! JIM!!! Are you okay???" He realized that his wife was shouting at his +face while he was still being tickled senseless...no wait, he was still +laughing, but he could see her hands and neither one was tickling him. +Janet was staring straight at him, and looked scared witless. He started to +get a grip on himself, and then he realized...he could still *feel* it, and +he collapsed laughing once more. + +"I'm okay...oh God...HA!!!" + +The look of concern partially drained away from Janet's face. "Um...I was +actually going to commute your sentence to ten minutes of oral sex, but +when I stopped tickling, you just kept *laughing*. I was ready to +call the paramedics!" Her eyes got wide again, and she tried loosening the +sheet from around her husband. "Are you *sure* you're alright?" + +Jim tried to sit up and blurted out, "Ten minutes of head? How can I give +you head...(*gasp*)...when I can't even breathe??" He collapsed backwards, +roaring with laughter, like this was the funniest joke in the world. + +"Jesus...let me get you out of this...sit up." The windings had loosened a +bit, and with effort (in no way helped by her husband's continuing +hysteria), she finally worked Jim's arms free and peeled the sweat-soaked +sheet away from his chest. "I've got to close the windows...you'll catch +pneumonia." She let go of Jim to tend to the windows and, like a rag doll, +Jim flopped back onto the bed. Once the windows were closed, Janet returned +to Jim and continued the task of freeing him, trying to tug the sheet +past his hips. + +"Ow! Watch it!" Jim opened his eyes wide, and looked coherent for the +first time. He scooted around on the bed, and wiggled his hips while he +carefully worked the sheets past an...um...obstruction. + +"Oh my!" gasped Janet, eyes riveted at his crotch, "Ahhh...maybe you won't +have to give me head after all!" + +He glanced down at himself and smiled. "Geez...I guess not." he declared. +His breathing was returning to normal, and he gazed at Janet, hungrily. +Grinning, he got up off the bed and walked, slowly but steadily, to where +Janet was standing, then started backing his wife slowly towards the bed. + +"But this time," he said, pausing while he backed Janet down onto the bed +and lowered himself on top of her, "*I* get to be on top." + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrest.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrest.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cae45504 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrest.txt @@ -0,0 +1,348 @@ +Archive-name: Amazon/wrest.txt +Archive-author: John D. Riley +Archive-title: Wrestling + + + Jim O'Donnell's face had turned crimson from the pressure now being +applied to his neck and head, pressure being asserted by the legs of a +beautiful woman. If anyone had told him two days ago that he would be +humiliated and totally beaten at his own sport by a female, he would +have laughed right in their face. + + Jim was the current wrestling champion of the regional wrestling +association, he had been so for over a year, and he loved it. He had +defended his title on numerous occasions and had always emerged the victor. +It was after one such occasion, as he was leaving the arena, that he was +approached by a tall black woman. As she walked over to him he noticed +with genuine interest that she was quite lovely. He guessed her age would +be around 31. She had straight hair in a pageboy style, and her lips were +full red with lipstick. + + She wore a tight leather jacket and trousers suit in red, finished off +with red high-heeled ankle boots. Her jacket was open, revealing a white +blouse which was open at the neck, showing ample cleavage. He liked what +he saw. At first he had mistaken her for an autograph hunter, but was soon +put right on the fact when she began to speak. + + "I am not wanting your autograph, Mr. O'Donnell. I want to represent +you in the future. I want to manage you." + + Jim had been taken aback by this remark and wondered if she was a bit +of a crackpot. "I'm sorry Miss, but I already have a manager." He pointed +to the man standing by his side. + + The woman looked the man up and down, then said, "Please, would you +join me in my car?" She pointed to a white limo. + + "Go ahead, Frank," Jim said, "I'll wait for you in the car." + + As the woman led Frank to her awaiting chauffeur-driven limo, Jim sat +in the driver's seat of his own car and waited. Half an hour passed, and +eventually the white limo drove off and Frank rejoined Jim. A deal had +been struck by the woman and Frank, a sort of wager had been agreed upon. +Jim was to go to the woman's house within two days and wrestle her champion. +If he won, he would receive the sum of thirty thousand dollars. If he lost, +then she would receive all the rights to promoting him. At first he refused, +but the thought of a quick, easy thirty thousand dollars soon won him over to +the idea. + + He arrived in the morning of the second day around 11:00. He pulled +his car onto the drive of the black woman's mansion and gazed at its size +and surroundings. + + A small young white man let him into the house and gestured for him to +follow to a sitting room. He placed his bag on the floor and sat in one of +the many chairs available. The young man left him, presumably to inform his +mistress of the arrival of her guest. He sat and waited. Shortly after, he +was startled slightly by a voice a voice from behind him. It was that of the +black woman. + + "Thank you for coming, Mr. O'DOnnell. I trust that you had a pleasant +journey." + + He nodded his acknowledgement and spoke. "Thank you, I did. Where do +we get down to business?" + + She looked different today. Her hair was brushed back off her face and +tied in a bob at the nape of her neck, her attire was a red leotard. She +must favor that color, he thought. The leotard was tight and showed every +curve of her well sculptured body. Its leg holes were cut high on the hip, +and on her legs she wore sheer lycra tights that enhanced their muscular +shape. She wore no shoes. Her body, he noticed, was covered in a slight +film of sweat, probably from an exercise workout, he thought. All these +spoiled rich chicks do them. + + She spoke again, "You're eager, Mr. O'Donnell. Bring your things and +follow me." + + She turned and left the room. Jim picked up his bag and followed +quickly behind. She led him to her own private gymnasium. Various pieces +of equipment came to view and in the middle was a large area of wrestling +mats. + + "You may get changed in there," she pointed to a small cubicle. + + He entered it and changed into his wrestling trunks and boots. As he +reentered the gym, he saw that the black woman had been joined by someone +else. A very tall white woman was now standing on the mats. The sight of +her made him wince with delight. Her body was that of a bodybuilder's, +although not over the top. Each muscle was well defined and rippled with +power and strength. Her legs, he decided, were awesome, her thighs were +firm and bulged slightly, real man-crushers. They were encased in dark +tan colored lycra tights. She didn't wear shoes either. + + Her leotard was in the same style as the black woman's, only it was +made from the wet-look material. Her hair was blonde and long and trailed +over her shoulders and hung down her back. Her face, though beautiful, was +hard; the look in her eyes was one of determination and hunger. + + The black woman introduced the woman to him, "This is Tina. She is my +champion and your opponent." + + Jim began to laugh, "You're joking, of course." + + "Is something wrong, Mr. O'Donnell?" the negress asked. + + Jim shook his head, "No, nothing. I just can't believe that you wish +to throw away thirty thousand dollars." + + The black woman's smile broadened. "You may just be throwing your life +into my hands, Mr. O'Donnell." Jim stopped laughing and once again looked +at Tina. She was gesturing for him to join her on the mats. + + The black woman walked over to him and stood in front of him. She +placed a hand on his chest and trailed her sharp-nailed fingers down it, +scratching lightly. "Shall we begin?" she asked him. + + He looked into her eyes. "You're serious," he said. + + "Very serious," she replied. + + He shrugged. "Lady, it's your money," he said, and went to join Tina +on the mats. As soon as he had reached the mats, the black woman began to +set the rules of combat. + + "You will wrestle to the first one who manages to obtain five pins or +submissions. A K.O. is considered as one fall or a submission. You will be +awakened and asked to carry on. If you cannot, then it will be considered +as a victory to the one left standing. Do you understand the rules?" Both +combatants nodded heir heads. + + "What about rounds?" Jim asked. + + "A fall or a submission indicates the end of each round. You will have +a one minute interval, then you will resume wrestling. There is no time +limit to this contest. You will wrestle to a conclusion." The black woman +took hold of the stool that was in the gym and sat down. "Are you ready?" +she asked. The two nodded again. The black woman smiled, she had faith in +her champion. "Wrestle on," she shouted. + + They both began to circle each other. Jim was about to grab Tina's +arm when she suddenly did a forward roll and took hold of his leg, pulling +it from under him; he found himself flat on his back. She stood and placed +her leg over his. The feel of the lycra tights on his skin aroused his +senses, but he was soon brought back to the fight by the pain from the +step-over toe-hold she executed on him. He screamed slightly. God this +girl was strong. + + "Am I hurting you, you bastard?" she asked mockingly. + + She pressed down some more on his leg and he winced again. She released +his leg and forward rolled away from him. He watched her roll across the mats +and come to her feet facing him. She assumed the wrestler's stance and waited +for him to move. + + "She's quick," he thought to himself. He flipped himself to his feet +and faced her. She smiled and edged closer. "Let her make the first move," +he thought, "and counter it." + + With speed she charged forward and sent a straight punch to Jim's +jaw. Taken off-guard by this, he staggered back somewhat but didn't fall. +Tina took advantage of this and moved in closer to unleash a kick to his +unprotected stomach. The impact made him keel forward, winded. His lungs +fought for breath. + + Sensing an early victory, Tina entwined her fingers in Jim's hair, +held his head steady, then brought her knees hard into his face. The blow +sent him crashing to the floor. He tried to wipe the tears caused by the +blow from his eyes. They were impairing his vision. He turned over onto +his side and started to get up, but it was no good. Before he could do so +he felt Tina grab his hair once again. He yelped in discomfort. Suddenly +he felt her strong thigh under his neck, and as she lay on her side, she +placed the other thigh on the top and started to apply the most painful +head scissors. + + "Having fun, Mr. O'Donnell?" asked the black woman, who had been +watching with the greatest of pleasure as her champion was slowly +dismantling Jim O'Donnell. + + He grabbed her thighs, trying to prize them apart, but they were too +strong. She eased her grip a little to allow him to breathe, then tightened +the hold more. He gasped as the air was slowly being cut off. He felt as +though his head was going to burst. + + "Do you submit, Mr. O'Donnell?" asked his blonde tormentress. + + Jim tried again with the little strength he had left to break free +from the killer thighs, but it was useless. + + The black woman laughed. "If I were you, I'd give in. She could +break you neck if she wanted to." + + He arched his back into a wrestler's bridge in the hope of dislodging +her, but a quick jab with her left fist to his ribs brought him back down +to the mat. She tensed her ankles and jerked his throat hard between her +legs. He slammed the mat hard, indicating his submission, and Tina smiled +as she released him from the devastating hold. + + "On-nil to Tina," stated the black woman. + + Jim could not believe the strength of this woman. He rubbed his neck +to try to ease the stiffness that the pressure of those relentless thighs +had caused. His head throbbed from the rush of blood that was now allowed +to circulate again. + + "Round two," shouted the black woman excitedly. + + Jim rose from his stool and rushed at Tina. Leaping, he took her down +to the floor with a rugby tackle. He had hoped to gain the advantage, but +the jolt of Tina landing on top made him lose his grip. Tina wasted no time. +She spun around on top of him and placed her knees one on each arm. He began +to buck like a wild horse, and Tina rode him. + + "Tame him, Tina girl!" shouted the negress. + + With her right hand, Tina grabbed Jim's chin and held his face upwards +with her left. She reached around and grabbed his balls. She twisted them +painfully and Jim let out a yell. + + Tina leaned forward, so that her face was close to his. "Thought that +you had me, didn't you, boy?" Her lips were quivering with anger over her +clenched as she spat the words out. "What's wrong? Am I hurting you? Am +I too heavy for you?" she mocked. "Never been beaten by a woman before, +have you? Well, I've got news for you. Not only will you taste defeat +today, but also total humiliation. You are going to be at our total mercy!" + + She placed her lips onto his and began to kiss him hard. She forced +her tongue into his mouth and he pulled away in disgust. + + Tina laughed again and inched her body forward. Closing her thighs, +she trapped his upward face between them. "You will learn to use that +tongue obediently before the day is over!" she said and moved further +forward until she was straddling his head. + + He could smell the sweaty odor of her sex. He tried to topple her, +but she held tight. Slowly, so that he could take in what was happening +to him, she sat down on his face. Her mound now covered his nose and mouth. +She pressed down hard and moved her hips backwards and forwards, riding his +captured face. + + "Enjoy it while you can, champ!" she said. + + "Smother the bastard!" shouted the black woman. + + Tina turned and looked at her. "He's of no use to us dead." + + Tina ground down hard again with her ass, forcing muffled cries from +Jim. After ten minutes of this punishment, occasionally lifting to allow +him air, he gave up. The second fall went to Tina. + + The minute interval passed, and once again Jim squared up to Tina. +He had to do something quickly - he was losing 2-0 to this female. He +reached forward and grabbed her arm. Twisting it quickly, he Irish-whipped +her onto her back. As he leaned over her to grab her hair, she brought +her legs up over her head and kicked him squarely with both feet in the +chest. The force sent him sprawling backwards. + + Before he had a chance to do anything, she was on him, wrapping her +strong legs around his waist, squeezing as hard as she could to force him +into submission. Her body scissors was painful. His stomach burned from +the pressure of those lycra-clad thighs. She lay on her side, propping +herself up on one arm for maximum pressure. + + The black woman smiled cruelly. "Avoid those thighs, Mr. O'Donnell. +They will be the end of you!" + + God, he was in pain. He tried to force her legs apart with his hands. +She would let him get just so far and then dash all his hopes of escape by +jerking her thighs closed, forcing the air from his lungs. + + "Submit!" she screamed at him. "Submit to my superior thigh power!" +He shook his his head in defiance and Tina merely smiled. "You will submit +to them. They will mash you into putty!" she said. + + He reached for her ankles and started to pull on them, but he soon +let go. As she tightened her grip, he began screaming and slapped the mat +in submission. She released her hold and pushed him away with her feet. +The score was now 3-0, and he didn't feel in any state to pull one back. +He just lay there and breathed hard. + + After the interval Tina was relentless. She could smell victory and +would do anything to gain it. + + She came in fast and hard with a kick to his mid-section. He doubled +up with pain. As he did she hooked her arm through his, turned her body +into him, and heaved, bringing him down to the floor with a cross buttock. +He responded quickly and sat up straight into another kick from Tina. Her +foot caught him under the chin. The impact made him bite his tongue, and +blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. + + His head was spinning with dizziness. Hell, this woman was fast. +Whoever had taught her to fight was good. + + As he lay on the floor holding his jaw, she began to reign blows to +his body. He was open to them and he couldn't even focus on her. He began +to scream again as the heel of her foot came down on his crotch. His hands +cupped protectively, so she started to kick elsewhere to his unprotected +parts. + + He rolled over onto his front and curled up into a ball, but the blows +kept on falling. She stomped on his back, his arms, sending them numb, his +legs. Then suddenly her heel caught him on the temple, and he felt the +blackness of unconsciousness overcoming him. + + It was the black woman who brought him round. She tapped his face and +his eyes met hers as she opened them. "4-0, Mr. O'Donnell. One more fall +and you're all mine." She flicked his nose with her finger. + + Tina was rearing to go. She was already standing in the middle of the +mat, waiting for him. "Come on champ, let's get it finished," she chided +him. + + He staggered to meet her. As he reached the middle, she swept his feet +from under him with her leg and followed him down to the floor. She came in +from behind him. She snaked out her legs and scissored his neck once again. +He didn't stand a chance now. He was hers to do with as she liked. It was +only a matter of time now before she claimed her complete victory, but first +she wanted to make him suffer. She reminded him of the strength she possessed +in her thighs by tensing them every now and then, turning his face red. + + Tina looked down at him. "It's time to show some respect for me, champ." +Taking hold of his hair and head, she turned him to face her crotch. "Kiss +my superior sex," she demanded. He couldn't break free from the iron-like +hold that her legs had on him. Even if he could, he hadn't the strength to +keep fighting, so he did as he was told and kissed her. As he moved away +from her she pulled his face back into her and held him tight with her thighs. +"I didn't tell you to stop." He kissed her again. "Use your tongue on me," +she ordered. + + He began to lick her, wetting her mound through the already wet leotard +and lycra tights. "That's a good boy," she said mockingly. She looked at the +black woman who had come to stand near them. "He's all yours," she said, +giving him one last hard squeeze, causing him to gag before the released +him. + + The negress looked down at the beaten champ. Straddling his body, she +lowered herself onto his chest, pinning his arms with her knees. "It seems +that I am your new manager, Mr. O'Donnell." She sat with her hands on her +hips in the dominant position. + + She said, "I've got lots of plans for you, Jim, plenty of jobs, and I +think that we will start with this." She edged herself forward onto his +face and moved her hips rhythmically over his nose and mouth. She moaned +with pleasure as his tongue began to probe. + + The impact made him bite his tongue, and blood dripped from the corners +of his mouth. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrestpnr.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrestpnr.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8514dd78 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrestpnr.txt @@ -0,0 +1,306 @@ +Archive-name: Bondage/wrestpnr.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Wrestling Partner + + +I work for a computer firm in Seattle. The area is beautiful, nice and +green from all the rain we get up here. I like it here, but being a single +male in a neighborhood full of families, it gets pretty boring too. +One Friday nite not too long ago, I decided to go out instead of staying +home. There's a sports bar near my house; I figured if nothing else, I could +go watch the Mariners lose. + +I walked into the bar..the place was crowded..people were everywhere.. +women..men..some attractive..some not so attractive..some..oh never mind. +When from across the room a woman approached me..a gorgeous woman with +nice, firm boobs, tight ass accented by the short skirt she was wearing, +high cheekbones, blue eyes, long dark hair, about five-foot-eight or so. +I could tell she was ready for some action. Our eyes met..I knew this was +the woman I'd been waiting to meet for so long..she said, "What'll you have +to drink?" + +After ordering a beer, I sat down to watch the Mariners. Sure enough they +were losing (8-0 in the fourth inning) and things were getting ugly. +People were yawning (the few who were watching the game)..it was obvious +they had decided the game was over. I noticed a phone # etched in the table. +It said, "For a good time, call Bubbles 679-8075." Then I suddenly realized +that was the phone # for the local bottled water company. Someone trying to get +free advertising. "What's this world coming to," I thought. + +Other than the game, not much was happening, outside of the fight going on +in the other room, some drunk guys singing college fight songs in time to the +disturbance, a few others placing bets on how bad the Ms would lose, and guys +trying to hustle women. In otherwords, just a typical nite. I decided to +leave, and as I was walking out, the waitress said, "Come again." I thought, +"heh-heh, that what's he said ar ar ar". + +I decided to check out another bar that featured female mud wrestling, +definitely a spectator sport that's more entertaining than baseball. No +"three strikes you're out" stuff here. After paying a hefty fee, I walked in +and got a table near the front. There was a big pit, and they were starting +to pour dirt in..then some water..yep mud alrite. Then two women approached +and started going at it. After they stopped slugging each other, they got +into the pit. They started wrestling in the goo..pretty soon they were covered +with it. "All right", I thought, "this is gonna be good!" Well, the mud +started flying and I thought "someone's gonna get hit". At that moment, +I heard a loud SPLAT! I looked down and my shirt was covered with mud. +I wasn't too happy at the thought of driving home with a muddy shirt +and having to clean off all that sludge. YECCH! + +The two women stopped and ran over to me. Both of them were pretty good- +looking; one of them was in her twenties, brown hair, decent looking body. +She told me to go in the backroom, where she helped me clean off some of the +larger mud patches. She said she had to go back out front, but asked me to +wait for her back there. About ten minutes later, the "match" was over and +she returned. "Hi," she said, "My name is Lori. But my friends call me Lori." +I excused her lack of intelligence as an occupational hazard and we exchanged +in small talk for awhile. I asked her if she needed to go back out front, but +she shook her head. "My partner Janice isn't feeling too good, so we stopped. +Besides, I kinda like talking to you better." Needless to say, I was feeling +better about getting the mud on my shirt! It quickly became obvious there +was a mutual attraction (either that or I was just horny). + +I decided to take this floozy, er I mean lady home. After she cleaned up, the +drive took about 15 minutes. When we got there, the house had a definite feel +to it. I would describe the atmosphere as late 60s poverty. Kinda reminded me +of the place I had in college..what made me feel especially nostalgic was +the lack of furniture. I noticed she also had exquisite taste in +beverages. "Want some Annie Green Springs wine?" she asked. I hadn't had +any for yrs. In fact, the stuff was so bad I'd always thrown up every time +I'd drank it in the past. I tasted it..yep stuff still tasted awful. + +"So, how long you lived here," I asked. "Oh, about six months. I'm thinking +about getting furniture so when my friends come over, they don't have to sit +on the floor," she said. Good idea, I thought. "Yeah, I like it here. There's +some privacy so when I walk around naked, nobody's watching. Though that might +be kinda fun, knowing someone's watching me!" I almost spilled my drink when +she said that. + +She must have noticed because she smiled and said, "I grew up in a liberal +family. We believed nudity was natural and that sex was also a natural +thing. I had my first experience at 16..it was wonderful..I saw a dog." +She put her hand on my arm and said "I believe sex can be the most +beautiful thing two people can give to each other." She moved towards me. +"Ouch!" she suddenly exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh, just an old +roller derby injury. My arm gets stiff every once in awhile." "That's not theonly thing stiff rite now", I thought to myself, while pondering what she +meant by an old roller derby injury! "Anyway," she continued, "when I saw you +walk in tonite, you struck me as the type that would understand that. And when +we accidentally flung that mud at you, I figured that would be a good time to +break the ice. In fact, let me take that shirt off you and put it in the +washer." Before I knew it, she had my shirt off and was running her fingers +up and down my chest. + +The room was spinning (must've been that cheap wine!). I had an idea of what +would happen next, but I was too startled to do anything. Maybe it was the +cold floor, I don't know. All of a sudden, she took her shirt off, saying +that way we were even. She was beautiful (and her boobs weren't bad either). +She had on a black lace bra, which accentuated her light body even more. +I felt the room getting hotter, my blood pressure going up higher, and I +started breathing harder. She must have noticed, because she whispered in my +ear in a sexy voice, "You must not be feeling well. I know how I +can make you feel better." "What a line," I thought, but at that point I +didn't care. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. Fortunately, it +was well furnished, but the "1989 Telemarketer of the Year" award sitting +on the shelf didn't make me feel any better. + +By this time, I had all these questions in my head. How can this woman be +so mature about sex and at the same time be such an idiot? Why isn't the +front room furnished? How did she get all these strange jobs? Where the hell is +this story going? I quickly forgot all these questions when she reached over +and gave me one of the wettest and slow kisses I've ever had. I felt all +inhibitions melt as she lowered her hands and undid my pants and underwear."Oh, you have a nice one." she said. "Let me show you what I have." She undid +her bra doing a slow striptease. Then off came her pants and panties. She +was indeed quite beautiful naked, even if she had no brains. + +I walked over to her and we fell down together on the bed. "I don't go +chasing after guys very often. Only about once a week or so." "Uh-oh," I +thought, "what if she has a STD? Oh, SHIT, I don't have any rubbers". Just +then, she pulled out a package of condoms, a brand I'd never seen before. +"GLOW IN THE DARK condoms", said the package. "All my lovers use these," she +said. "That way, they can see their way to the bathroom after we finish!" +There were different colors..red, white & blue, orange, etc. I chose green, +after all I'm Irish. After putting the condom on, I noticed her starting to +chew some gum. + +I ignored this and started kissing her, first on her lips, then her chin, then +her neck. As I started down her neck, she threw the gum away. I ducked to +avoid being hit by the gum and then continued my way down her valley of +loveliness. I spent some time playing with her beautiful breasts..licking and +sucking them. From her moans of pleasure, it was obvious she enjoyed what I +was doing. I really enjoyed playing with her nipples. What momentarily +distracted me was the tattoo of the state of Oregon on her left breast. I +have fond memories of my days in Oregon and I started getting sad that +they had to end. But I quickly remembered my real reason for being there and +continued on. + +I continued on down her body (can you actually believe I'm writing this +trash?) until I arrived at her beautiful pussy. It was nice & hairy, just theway I like them. She moaned her approval, as I started tonguing her. I felt +her pussy getting wetter and wetter..she was moving and gyrating every which +way, but loose! I felt her come and then she pulled my face up to her and +she said, "put it in". I wasn't sure what "it" was, but I found out as soon +as she grabbed my cock and eased it into her cunt. It felt so nice and +slippery. We soon began a steady rhythm, in & out..in & out..well, you get +the picture. I was real hot by this point, so I knew I wouldn't hold out +very long. I felt myself about to come, I yelled out and she did the same. +"AHHHH....OHHHHHH..CHEEEEESSSSEE (so I talk funny when I come, you wanna +make somethin out of it, bucko?). + +After I came, we held each other. I decided to use the bathroom. Yes, the +"glow in the dark" condom did help me see. But not well enough unfortunately. +She forgot to tell me about the box in front of the bathroom that she +hadn't put away. I fell over it with a loud thump. "Oops, sorry," she said. +After I'd finished my business in there, I limped back into bed. I finally +summoned up the courage to ask her how she got into mudwrestling. "Oh, I +just kinda fell into it," she sighed. "Besides, I meet some really interesting +people this way. Last week, I met this guy who had a 10-inch dick and.." I +quickly interrupted her, because I didn't want to hear the rest of that +story! So we lay there and drifted off to sleep. + +I awoke the next morning, she cooked me breakfast (did a good job, too!), +then I went home to reflect on the nite before. I still see Lori once in +awhile, though now I'm chasing after an aerobics instructor at my gym who +keeps promising me the "ultimate workout." She hasn't told me what she +means by that, but she has been real nice to me lately! But I know anytimeI want to get "down and dirty", I can still look up Lori. + + + "TIE YOU WHICH WAY?" + +I consider myself a good looking guy, mid 30s, decent job, and I occasionally +catch the eye of the ladies. But I definitely wasn't prepared for Stephanie. +Stephanie is a cute lady also in her 30s, tall (5' 10"), great figure (works +out a lot), long dark brown hair, tight boobs and butt, and probably has +one of the sweetest dispositions of anyone I know. She also enjoys some +unusual indoor activities, as I quickly found out. We met through a mutual +friend. I really wasn't looking to get involved at the time; I'd run the gamut +of singles clubs, ads, bars, failed relationships, and I was sick of the whole +thing. Though I value friendship first in a relationship, I was at the point +where a quick fling was looking real good! + +A mutual friend named Joan asked me to meet them one night at a local +restaurant. Steph had recently broken up with someone and was feeling rather +depressed about it. When my friend told me this, I tried to beg off, I mean +I'm not good at mending broken hearts (mine or someone else's), but she said, +"No, I think you two would be good for each other. Besides, I've told Stephanie +all about you and she really wants to meet you!" "Oh God. Another blind date +to wrangle out of," I thought. "Let's see, what excuse can I use this time?" +Since I couldn't think of any and resisting the urge to strangle her, I +finally agreed to meet them. I got to the restaurant and was very pleasantly +surprised when I met Stephanie. She looked real cute in her business suit. +She said, "So you're John, I've heard some good things about you." I said, +"well, Joan tends to exaggerate now and then, but I always enjoy hearing +things like that." Joan rolled her eyes and said, "Oh brother! I'm gonnaget a drink." + +"Oh great," I thought. "Now I'm stuck with something to say. Let me see, uh, +hey how about them Lakers. Naw probably not a sports fan. Come here often? no, +that line went out with Nixon. What's your sign? Naw, probably not into +astrology." Sweat began to form on my forehead..I had to think of something +to say. "Uh, that's a cute coat you're wearing. Where did you get it?" +She smiled, obviously finding this as awkward as I did. "Oh, there's a +great clothing store near where I live where I got it." Then, I asked the +next famous question (no, not that one. I barely knew her at this point!) +"What kind of work do you do? "Oh, I work as a training coordinator for +Miliken Systems. I do training classes." "Oh, how neat," I said. "Now, I +can let her talk", I thought. She talked about her job and after a few minutes, +we were engaged in a lively conversation. + +Finally, I asked her what had happened with her ex-boyfriend. I mean, she +was quite attractive and intelligent, and I didn't want to pry, but I mean, +her ex was a fool for letting her go. "well," she said, we just had too +many differences." I said, "that's too bad." "It happens," she said. So we +continued talking and discovered we shared some common interests and made +plans to get together. I looked over at the bar and saw Joan smiling at us. +I had to admit, she was probably right about us getting along. + +So we went out 2 or 3 times and had a great time. Then, one nite after we'd +gone out, she invited me in (well dragged me in. I'm rather shy! :-)) her +place. Things got hot and heavy after that..suffice to say I spent the +night there and was treated to some wonderful sex. God, that was nice. +The next weekend, we were together again and we were cuddling in her bedroom. +I figured the next step would be another round of fucking, when all of asudden she said, "tie me to the bed!" I said, "Huh?" She looked straight at +me and said in a sexy voice, "I want you to tie me up. I really get off on +that. There's some rope in the drawer." "But I don't even know Boy Scout +knots," I said. "Don't worry. I'll show you," she said. "oh god, what have +I gotten myself into? Oh well." I thought, as I got the ropes out. I gotta +admit, there was a look of lust in her eyes and I felt myself getting excited. + +The ropes were real long and I was scratching my head, figuring out which +end was which. Panic quickly filled my mind. "hey, hon," she said, "let me try +it on you first." Uh-oh, I thought. What had I gotten myself into with this +woman? I always wanted women who were wholesome, the kind that married dear +old dad, that cooked you brownies, gave you back rubs, and oh sorry I +forgot it's the 90s. Women like that don't exist anymore! Anyway, she tied +this wild looking knot around my wrists, that was real hard to undo. "This +is the kind I like and it's not that hard to do, but once it's done, IT'S +DONE!! Now I hope you learn quick, because I want you to do that to me! So I +took her arms and started to tie her wrist to the bedpost. I did remember +most of what I was supposed to and managed to tie both her arms up. I started +to walk away, and she said, "hey come back here. You forgot my legs!" "Oh +yeah. right." I said and I tied her legs to the bedposts. + +This had the potential to turn into something fun. I repressed an evil laugh +as I thought of other things I could do to her. Hmmmm, any feathers, +whips, or rubber snakes around? "Hey Stephanie, what do I do with you now?" I +asked in a half-mocking tone. "You don't have any TOYS lying around that we +could play with, do you?" "Check the middle drawer," she said. So I opened it, +expecting to find a rubber ducky or inflatable pool toy (POOL TOY, not PULLTOY!). What I saw in there blew my mind. All kinds of leather thingies, +some vibrators, but no rubber snakes. OH DARN! I pulled out this cute feather +boa. "Now run that all over my body." she said, "mmmmmm" I heard her moan +as I ran the boa across her. I noticed her nipples standing on edge and just +a faint tinge of wetness on her cunt. I did this a few times and she +shivered every time I did that. + +I went back to the drawer and found her collection of vibrators. I chose one to +use on her. I think it was a Panasonic or Oster or something you could get +at K-Mart. I'll bet they never intended for people to use it this way, heh-heh. +I turned it on and repeated the process, using the vibrator to go around and +around her beautiful body, around her nipples, up and down her torso, her +legs, and oh yes, her cunt which was soaked at this point. I could tell she +was getting frustrated, so I asked her how she was doing. "I'm fine. In fact, +I'm wonderful!" she sighed. I was really starting to enjoy this. To have a +beautiful woman at your mercy has got to be one of the ultimate male ego trips. +I felt she was getting too hot, so I went out to the kitchen and got some ice +cubes out of the frige to "cool her down." I rubbed the ice over her nipples +and down her body towards her cunt. "OOOOHHHHHHHH", she screamed, "it's so +cold." "Well, I had to cool you off a little. I don't want you getting too +hot too soon!" I said. + +I noticed that I was getting real hot too. My cock had "risen" to the +occasion, and I wasn't sure how much more of this I could handle before I +just jumped on top of her. So I decided to play with her some more. I +started kissing her forehead, playing with her hair, playfully biting her +earlobes, breathing into her ears (this got her so excited she almost broke +her ropes). I then moved down to her nipples. They looked so hard they +probably hurt. I pulled at them just a little and gently nibbled on themwith my teeth. Stephanie moaned her approval and I moved down her body. +I looked at her face right before I dove in on her pussy; she looked +completely enraptured by what I was doing. + +I flicked my tongue around her pussy, starting right above it, then moving +to her upper thighs, then back to her pussy..around and around I went, +brushing against her lips and clit. I did this for a few minutes. Then I +decided to take pity on her. After all, she'd been such a good sport about +this. I couldn't deny her one good orgasm after all this time. Or could +I? I pondered this and the fact my dick was pounding. I decided to hell with it.I untied her legs and her arms and fell on top of her. Her pussy was so wet +it gobbled my cock up in about 3 seconds and she grabbed me with all her +might. God, it felt so good! She grabbed me so hard I thought my back would be +broken. We were screwing so hard and so fast, I knew I'd come within a few +seconds, but I didn't care! I felt my cum spurt out into her hot cunt..I think +she came right after that, but I was too far gone to tell. We probably woke +the neighbors with our screams, but it was worth it! + +Afterwards, she told me it was one of her best "scenes" ever and that she was +going to enjoy teaching me how to play with her. After all, even though I was +the "master" and she was my "slave", she was the one who decided how far +things would go. We made love two more times that nite, but what I remember +most is her warm, tender embrace while we lay together. + +Since then, we've grown closer and closer and I'm thinking of asking her to +move in with me. Whenever we're together now, she almost always is nude (she +obeys my orders without question :-)) and we always have hot sessions both +with and without the rope-tying! She says, some night she's going to turn +the tables on me! I'm not so sure about that, since I prefer being the onein control. She says she loves being "my playmate" after having to work +hard all day and be responsible for others. It's absolutely fantastic to be +with a woman who adores me, cooks me brownies, and gives me the most +incredible backrubs. She may not be the type of woman that married dear old +dad, but three out of four ain't bad! + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkgirl.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkgirl.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..fbd02e8c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkgirl.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1944 @@ +Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl1.txt +Archive-author: Kathy Harrison +Archive-title: Working Girl - 1 + + +The New Job + +This is a story about John Ricks and how he found happiness in his +new job....... + +I was not a happy man. My job was going nowhere. Being a paste-up +artist in the new world of computerized advertising art was getting +me nowhere. I was taking computer layout courses, but I just didn't +seem to be getting the knack of it. My boss is a real bitch! She +constantly berates me. She is very competitive and does not seem +to like men who do not have the same competitive drives as she +does. +She dresses for success, very fashionably, with a little more flash +than most businesswomen, but after all... this is advertising. +I found myself doubting what I could do to correct my situation. +I had interviewed with several other companies and had gotten +nowhere. It was time for my annual review. I dreaded this day! +Marie, my boss, had scheduled our meeting for 5:30pm after almost +everyone had left. I came into her office and she asked me to sit +down. For the next half hour she told me that I had little future +in what I was doing and I had better wake up. With that I couldn't +take it anymore, I broke down and started to cry. At first Marie +was not very sympathetic, but then she sat down next to me and told +me it was alright. She held me to her and said she would help me. +I couldn't believe it! This woman who was normally so cold you +could get frostbitten just by being near her had a warm side. +Marie then stood up in front of me and said "John you are obviously +not able to face your problems as a man. I will help you, but you +have to swear to me that you will follow everything I say, or I +will dump you in a minute. You will have no job, nothing and I know +you can not make it out on the street." I was a little taken aback, +but agreed to her demands. She told me to get cleaned up and meet +her back in her office in half an hour. I went to the washroom and +washed my face. I felt a bit strange, not knowing what I had gotten +myself into, but agreed that it had to be better than where I had +been. I went back to Marie's office and she said that she had to +do some shopping, I was to come with her. Later she would start +working with me. +We left the office about 6:30 and headed to the mall. Marie and I +entered Macy's and she proceeded to go on a shopping frenzy. I had +to follow her everywhere. We first went into the Lingerie +department. I felt strange standing there, as Marie went through +and selected several items. Many times she had me hold up nighties, +slips, camisoles and other selections, just for her to stand back +and see them more clearly. She occasionally asked me my opinion of +certain items, but her taste was obviously much more refined than +mine and all of her selections were exquisite. She spent some time +talking to the saleswoman, out of earshot. The only thing I heard +was that she would be back on Saturday morning. +We went to other departments and she went through the same routine. +While we were shopping she was telling me that my personal taste +in clothes was less than acceptable and she would have to do +something about it in the near future. She asked me what size shoes +I wore and my other measurements for a future shopping excursion. +She giggled at my measurements, being only 5'6" and 145lbs. She +kept on making comments about the fact that I was not the right +shape or size for a man. I just hung my head knowing that I +couldn't argue with her. By the time we finished the store was just +about to close. I had about 10 bags and boxes to carry out to the +cab. I had a hard time maneuvering but was able to make my way. +Marie hailed the cab and took us back to her apartment. I made my +way up the stairs with all of the packages and entered the front +hall of her apartment. It was a beautiful old Victorian home. With +high ceilings and beautiful woodwork. She had me take all of the +packages upstairs and put them on the bed in the guest room. It was +a beautiful room done in peaches and white. A canopied bed took up +much of the room and a large white dressing table with many crystal +perfume bottles in front of the large mirror left a quite feminine +look about the place. +Marie took my hand and had me sit down at the dressing table. +"John, it is obvious to me that you are never going to make it in +this world as a man, but I think with a great deal of my help, you +can make it as a woman!" I was dumbfounded, I felt like running at +first, But I knew that Marie would kick me out in an instant. Where +would I go, what would I do. Here I was, a 23 year old little wimp. +Maybe she was right, maybe I would try this, how bad could it be? +Marie said " John if you follow everything I say, I guarantee you +will become successful beyond your possible imagination, I will +help you every step of the way. In two months you will re-enter the +business world as a successful young female Account Executive with +one of our new upcoming agencies, and will probably be making 6 +figures within the year. It's up to you, I will train you, +transform you and help you become successful. You must be available +to please me and my friends during this transformation period and +you must pay me back at a rate of $10,000 per year for five years. +I didn't know what to do, my head was spinning. After what seemed +to be an eternity, I acquiesced and agreed. With that Marie smiled +and held my face in her hand and said "I am going to make you into +a beautiful woman and you will love me for it. We are going to have +a lot to do in the next few days so we must get started. First your +name. I had a cousin about your age who fell into the wrong crowd +a few years ago and died of a drug overdose in Columbia. Her family +is out of the country and I know it will not be difficult for me +to get hold of her papers. Her name was Victoria Alicia Escovar +and her father was my fathers brother. She died at 18 and would be +24 today. You are now Vicky!" My blood was pumping a mile a minute, +sometimes I had fantasies of what it would be like to be a woman, +but never like this. Marie had me strip down and stand in front of +a tri-fold mirror that she had in her dressing room. She walked +around me examining me from head to toe. She made comments about +my lack of body hair and my slender torso, saying that we would +have to get me into the "proper" shape to carry this off. +She examined my crotch and noticed my rather small cock and balls +and smiled, knowing that she felt I didn't have much use for them. +I felt exceptionally naked standing in front of her, being looked +over like this, and was very self conscious of my rather +androgenous appearance. "Vicky dear, you are going to do well." +Marie said as she led me into the bathroom. I think that was the +first complement she ever gave to me. She drew a hot bath in the +oversized tub and filled the tub with fragrant oils and soaps. She +helped me into the bubble filled tub and left the room. It felt +wonderful. My tiny apartment only had a stall shower. I haven't +taken a bath for years, I've never taken a bubble bath. After about +a half an hour, Marie came back in and helped me out of the tub. +She had me go over and stand in the shower stall while she +proceeded to spread a creamy liquid over most of my body. I had to +stand there for almost 25 minutes before I was able to wash off the +mess. I turned off the shower and found that what little body hair +I still had was gone except for the rather long hair on my head and +my hair around my pubes. Marie now wearing her robe had me sit down +in her recliner while she shaved my pubic area into a soft furry +little mound. She also took out a small flesh colored g-string +like garment made of spandex and had me put it on. It pulled my +cock and balls up and under me, making my crotch quite smooth. +She then brought in a garment that she called my "Night Cincher" +It was a highly elasticized waist cincher. The garment was +extreamly tight and pushed whatever excess flesh I had either down +to my hips or up to my chest. I could barely breath at first. But +after a while I got used to it. My waist, normally about 29" had +been brought down to 24". While the flesh pushed down around my +hips bulged to 34". The cincher had half cups built into it and +Marie pushed and pulled the flesh on my chest until I had pretty +little 34 A breasts jutting out above the corset. "Vicky, we are +going to have to help your body along in order to have you truly +become the woman you are destined to be. You will have to suffer +a little bit, all in the name of beauty." She gave me some pills +to take and told me they would help me grow accustomed to my new +body. Just as long as it would relieve the tension of this corset, +I would do anything! Marie led me back into the guest room and +said, "Vicky this will be your new room. I have thrown out your old +male clothes, You will not be needing them anymore. I am also going +to call your landlord in the morning and give up your apartment. +Any items worth saving will be put into storage, I will give away +your clothes to goodwill. The shopping trip that we went on tonight +was for you! This is just the start, you no longer have your job +at the agency. I told everyone that I was firing you. If you follow +the proper training that I have lined up for you, you will have a +job as an Account Executive for our new startup agency specializing +in Fashion Merchandising in two months. You will live here as +Vicky, my cousin, until you are able to go out and have your own +apartment. Tomorrow we will start your training so you need a good +night sleep. I will help you get ready for bed." Marie had laid out +the beautiful silk floral camisole and tap pants that we had bought +earlier, for me to wear as well as a matching short silk kimono. +They fit wonderfully. I felt my nipples harden against the silken +top as I filled out the cami quite nicely. The tap pants were cut +high on my leg, my legs looked very sexy while my crotch looked +most feminine and inviting since all of my maleness was neatly +tucked away. I put on the kimono and sat down at the dressing +table. Marie proceeded to pluck my eyebrows creating a soft +feminine arch. She then brushed my hair which had grown quite long +over the last few months. It was long enough that she could pin it +back in barrettes in the front and tie it back in the back into a +ponytail that came almost down to my shoulders. "Vicky, we are +going to have to do something about your hair... +It's a mousey brown and has little style. I am going to have to +make an appointment for you at the salon, tomorrow, if we are to +get anything accomplished." I panicked.. I was not ready to go out +in public this soon. How could I do this. Marie gave me a +reassuring hug and said. "Honey, don't be worried I will be with +you." Under any other circumstances this would not be all that +reassuring, but somehow I felt comforted by Marie's warmth and +loving tones. She had me put some moisturizer on my face, hands, +arms and legs, and dusted my shoulders and breasts with perfumed +dusting powder. With that she helped me into bed and kissed me +goodnight. My mind was racing, but it was late and I was so +exhausted that I quickly fell off to sleep. +I awoke the next morning a little disoriented and a little +nauseous. It was almost 8:30am and my first instinct was that I +was late to work. I don't think that I should go to work looking +like this! Marie had left a note on the night stand to take the +pills that she had left for me they would make me feel better, wash +my face, she would be back by 9:00. +I did what I was told and actually did begin to feel better. All +except my nipples, which were quite sore and swollen, although they +did look quite sexy pushing into the silken camisole. I was +beginning to like the feelings that I was having. I was awakened +out of my daydream to find Marie rushing in, "Come on Vicky, honey, +we have a big day ahead. You have an appointment for a full +makeover at my salon at 10:00. I have to get you dressed and over +there right away." The panic that hid me at first was overcome by +the rush to get going. Marie helped me out of my clothes and +released the cincher, I never realized how much relief I could feel +all at once. She put a shower cap on my head and I hurried into the +shower and washed off. I got out and Marie wrapped the towel around +my chest and sat me down at the dressing table. "Vicky, we do not +have time for a lesson now, I'm just going to touch you up with a +little makeup." She put on some mascara and liner, a coppery shadow +and pink-red blush. She spent a little time on my lips, first with +lip liner then with a brush filling in my lips giving them a sexy, +pouty look. She then put a coating of gloss over them. She then +helped me to get dressed. First I put on the g-string, pulling my +male organs back and up inside of me. Then I put on a quite +formidable corset that pulled in my waist to almost 23". I was +having a hard time breathing as Marie tied the final lace of the +garment. She let me catch my breath for a second before continuing. +Into the cups of the garment she placed silicone filled breast +forms that gave me a full 34C-cup form. The strapless bra on the +corset had demi cups and the nipples in the breast forms jutted out +over the bra cups. With every move I felt my new formed titties +jiggle. She handed me a pair of black lace pantyhose that were +beautiful. I pulled them up my soft shaven legs and noticed how +they clung to my feminine form. Next I put on a gorgeous red silk +teddy. It fit to my every curve and covered the corset fully, +making me look like one sexy girl. I adjusted the bodice and +noticed how the nipples of the forms were straining against the +garment and moved with my every breath. I snapped the crotch strap +of the teddy in place and stood to look in the mirror. Staring back +at me was a beautiful, sexy young girl. "Vicky, we don't have time +for that right now, we must get going." I snapped out of it and +finished getting dressed. I put on the pair of Chic jeans that we +had bought last night, the fit me like a glove. They had little +bows at the ankle and no pockets. On top I put on the red angora +sweater we had bought and a pretty gold belt. Catching a glimpse +in the mirror, I looked like a young co-ed on her way to a date. +Marie had me step into some mid-heal black pumps that were about +2" high. "Vicky, get used to these now, you will have to wear the +higher ones later." I looked down and saw my lace encased feet in +the pretty black pumps. Marie handed me a purse and we headed for +the street. Outside we walked the three blocks to the salon. +I was in such a rush, I hadn't realized that I was outside dressed +like this. We passed people on the street and all we go were some +admiring glances, especially from some men unloading a truck who +loved the fact that my titties were bouncing from the swiftness of +our pace. I had only a little difficulty negotiating the sidewalk +except for an errant grate and found the bounce in my walk +exhilarating. A few minutes later we were at the salon. It was +called Feminine Expressions and catered to the more fashionable +and trend conscious business woman. Marie was good friends with the +owner Karla and as we entered they kissed each other on the cheek. +Karla turned to me and said,"This must be Victoria. How pretty you +are. A good foundation for us to work on to make you beautiful." +Marie turned to me and said "Vicky, Karla knows about our little +secret as well as one of her assistants. They are the only ones who +know." A sinking feeling came over me again, how could she tell +them, I guess it was too late for me to be upset now. Marie turned +to me and said, "Don't worry, both Karla and her assistant Lori are +very supportive of what we are trying to do, they will take good +care of you. I have to go to the office for a few hours, I will be +back before you are done. Karla knows what I want, just be a good +girl for her." With that Marie left. I was very upset. How could +she leave me here, like this, with these strangers. Karla put her +arm around me and said, "Victoria, dear, I think its a wonderful +thing that Marie is doing to try to give you another start, lets +make her proud by having you become the beautiful young lady that +you are meant to be." She kissed me on the cheek and I felt much +better. Karla was an attractive woman in her 30's. She was dressed +in a straight blue skirt and white silk blouse that was in a wrap +style. She wore high blue pumps and had on lace stockings much like +the black lace pantyhose that I had on. She was blonde with a very +stylish cut, shorter but not too short, overall quite attractive. +She brought me into a private area of the salon to meet Lori, her +assistant. We passed through the main area of the salon and saw +many women in various stages being assisted by as many as 10 of +Karla's operators. We got to the back and were greeted by Lori. +She was stunning. She had long chestnut colored hair that cascaded +in curls down her back. She wore a short red sweater dress that was +cut to be worn off the shoulders and clung to her every curve. At +her waist was a wide black patient belt and her long sexy legs were +covered with sheer black stockings. She had black patient pumps on +that must of had 5" heals. Her makeup was perfect and she wore +several necklaces and bracelets as well as a gold ankle bracelet +with a little gold heart. She had on large hoop earrings in one +piercing in each ear and diamond studs in the other. I couldn't +help but to stare. "Victoria, this is Lori. You won't believe this +but Lori was once my nephew!" My mouth must of hit the floor. This +is the type of girl you usually find on the cover of Cosmo, this +certainly was no man. "Lori was 15 when she came to live with me. +That was four years ago. I changed her from a boy who could do no +right, to a girl who can do no wrong. She is a sophomore at the +University and is home for break. I'm sure you will have alot to +talk about. I will leave you two to get acquainted and for Lori to +help you get undressed for your session." Karla left and Lori +closed the door. "Vicky, I know how uncomfortable you must feel, +but I can assure you that everything is going to be wonderful." +This was not a boys voice I was hearing. This was a sensual young +woman. I just stared at Lori and did not know what to do. I asked +her, "Why did this happen to you?" While she got me undressed, she +told me of how she was always getting in trouble in school and how +her mother had caught her dressing up in her sisters clothes on +day, her Aunt Karla spoke to her mother and felt that she could +straighten out the problems he was having with school and see +whether or not the crossdressing showed deeper inclinations. Since +Lori's father had left them when she was young, s/he had no role +model to follow. S/he became rebellious as well as less masculine +than his/her playmates. Karla took her in and helped transform her +into what she is today. She is an honors student studying +psychology +and is a cheerleader. She loves who she is and what she is. She has +been on hormones for two years and had breast implants done about +a month ago. She is seeing a doctor to complete her transformation +into womanhood after she graduates. I couldn't believe what I was +hearing, this perfectly adjusted young lady was once a boy. She +talked all while I was being prepped for my session. She stripped +me down to my g-string and put a short robe on me. She waxed my +legs and bikini line and started electrolysis on my face and +eyebrows. The needle stung as she touched each follicle. She pulled +the wax from my legs and I let out a yelp. I'm sure I was heard +through the salon. Lori said, "Vicky, we have to work on that voice +of yours if you are going to pass." She started giving me hints on +how to speak. She found if I talked with a slight spanish accent +I sounded the most feminine. Being Victoria Alicia Escovar, that +was perfect. She pierced my earlobes and placed gold studs in the +piercing. I was beginning to feel much more relaxed until she took +out a syringe and stuck it in my behind. That is a booster for the +hormone pills that Marie is giving you. I didn't know anything +about hormones. "That's why you felt a little queasy this morning, +it was morning sickness. The prescription that I take has been +duplicated for you. If you keep up with your dosages, you will feel +fine." This was going much too fast for me. Lori gave me a pair of +lace panties to wear, a long terry robe and a pair of healed +slippers and took me over to the sink. She washed my hair, then +gave me a facial, which felt wonderful. She left the pack on my +face and tied my hair up into a towel. I was led into the main +portion of the salon and sat down in a chair where I saw an +operators name plate Sandy. I was petrified. I felt that before +this no one else would know about me. Lori came over and introduced +me to Sandy, I said hello with the slight spanish accent that Lori +had rehearsed with me. Lori leaned over and said that Sandy was +going to do my coloring and my cut and style. She knows nothing +about me and will never have to know if I act properly. Sandy had +me sit in the chair next to her station that had a sink and put a +vinyl coverup on me. She turned the chair and tilted it back +taking the towel from my head, she started the coloring, by the +time she was done I went from a mousey brown to a stunning reddish +brunette. +She dried me off and let the color set. Lori washed the pack off +my face and put on some moisturizer cream. Finally I was led back +into Sandy's chair and she started my cut. She finished the cut +and turned me around in the chair to set my hair. While sandy set +my hair in what seems like 100 curlers, Lori sat in front of me +and gave me a pedicure. Lori had finished removing any callouses +from my feet and gave my feet and nails a hot oil treatment. When +Sandy had me move under a dryer while Lori finished. When she was +done, my toes were pretty as a picture. I returned to Sandy's chair +and she finished my styling. I opened my eyes to see a fantastic +transformation, even without makeup, a beautiful girl was staring +back at me. " Vicky, we still have alot to do, don't be gawking at +yourself." as Lori led me over to the manicurists station. The +manicurists' name was Tiffany. She was a bit airy but cute. I found +myself falling into my new role. We talked as she gave me the full +treatment, oil, tips, wraps and several coats of "Love that Red!" +On each nail she put a fine gold line under the final clear coats. +I liked talking to her, she liked my accent, I told her that I was +from Miami. We talked about fashions and men! I had to make up some +experiences, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I found myself turned +on talking this way. I never thought about boy's as a boy, As a +girl, it didn't seem unnatural. Tiffany finished and Lori came over +and brought me to a makeup station. The cosmetologist name was +Gina, she was a knockout. She was Hispanic, only about 5'3" tall +and dressed to thrill. She wore a red leather mini with red pumps +and dark stockings. She wore a black leather bustier and a red +bolero jacket with gold brocade trim. Her make up was perfect and +her jet black hair cascaded in curls over one shoulder. She asked +me about my preferences in color, as soon as I started to talk in +my spanish accent, Gina said," Girl I know what you want. Leave it +all to me." Gina talked and I listened, i picked up nuances in her +voice that I needed. She was a great talker, so I didn't have to +say much. She started with a foundation and then a powder. She made +a comment that I needed to have some skin work done, because of +enlarged pores, I grimaced a little hoping that she didn't discover +me. She said that the foundation would help smooth out any problems +for now, but if I wanted to wear anything lighter or shearer in the +future, I would have to come in for the treatments. She colored and +contoured my brows and started working on my eyes. In golds and +mauve she applied shadows to my lids. Coats and coats of mascara, +lengthening and filling out the top and bottom lashes. Eyeliner +defined the contours of my eyes, giving them a cat-like appearance. +A mauve-pink blush was applied to my cheekbones, raising them in +a more feminine form. She did my lips by drawing them way beyond +their normal outline in a deep magenta lipliner. She then painted +them in several deep red coats. Finally, she topped them off with +several coats of gloss. A few touches here and there and she handed +me a mirror. I was spectacular, sexy, gorgeous, sensuous, words +could not describe how beautiful I felt. I was a beautiful +brunette, with red highlights, cut in a very feminine cut framing +my face coming down just above my shoulders in the back. My makeup +was perfect. I had a slight Latin look, with deep sensuous eyes +and dark pouty red lips. I felt wonderful. Lori took me back into +the private room to help me get dressed. Marie would be back any +minute and she wanted me to be ready. Marie had brought some +clothes for me to wear when I was done. I had no idea what they +were, Lori took them out of the shopping bag and started dressing +me. First I was hooked into a black lace corselette. Lori pulled +the laces down tight till my waist was 23" again. This was one part +I didn't like. Next I put on seemed black lace stockings. I had a +difficult time with them now that I had my new manicure. Lori +helped me. I fastened the garters to the stockings and straightened +the seams. Lori then gave me the prettiest bikini panties I had +ever seen. They were all satin and lace and were seemed in the back +to just barely cover my derriere while showing my every curve. +Lori handed me a short black silk full slip.It felt dreamy as it +fell down around my body. The hem of the slip came barely to my +stocking tops. The bodice was trimmed in lace and was given a most +feminine form when filled out by the gel filled breasts. +I was then given a red satin blouse with black pin striping. The +blouse was quite tailored and had black pearl buttons and a stand +up collar. I put the blouse on and started buttoning the buttons +up and Lori stopped me and had me leave the top four buttons open, +showing my cleavage and a small bit of the lace from my slip. +Next she took out a black leather straight slim skirt and had me +step into it. It was fully lined and beautifully tailored in dark +supple leather. It was short but not a mini, coming a few inches +above the knee. I zipped up the zipper and felt the leather wrap +around me. It was great, I felt sexy and beautiful. The skirt was +tight and slit in the back. Lori gave me a wide black belt with a +large bow-buckle. I fastened it tight around my slender waist. +Finally she gave me the sexiest, highest black patent pumps I had +ever seen. They were shiny and cut with a sharp angle to the arch. +They had bows on the back of each heal. I gingerly stepped into +them and had a hard time at first. After a few minutes I got used +to them. Lori then handed me three rings and three bracelets to put +on, including Marie's diamond tennis bracelet. I was shocked that +she would let me wear it. She then took out my gold studs and +replaced them with large gold hoops, telling me to be careful with +them because of my new piercing. Finally she gave me a beautiful +gold necklace with a large ruby drop pendant. It was spectacular. +I looked down to see the pendant hanging into my cleavage. The lace +of the slip outlining the pushed up flesh on my chest, the satin +blouse straining against the size of my breasts. I looked down +further to see my sexy legs surrounded by lace coming down out of +the tight leather skirt. I was walking about the room with the +clicking of my 5" heals on the tile floor. I saw myself in the +mirror and knew that I would make any man weak in the knees. I felt +better than I ever had before. I went out front to wait for Marie, +Sandy, Tiffany and Gina all came up to me and said how great I +looked. I had never gotten so many complements in my whole life. +Karla came up to me and gave me an air kiss, wanting not to smear +my make up. "Victoria, you are stunning. You will make Marie so +happy." Just as she said that, Marie came in the door. She was +smiling from ear to ear. "Vicky, you look better than I could have +imagined. Perfect, just perfect." Marie walked around her and took +her all in. I said in my most feminine tones, "Marie, i'm glad chu +like it. I love feeling pretty." Marie hugged me whispering in my +ear that she loved my accent. Marie brought her black leather and +fox fur jacket for me to wear. It had gotten cooler and she didn't +want me to catch a chill. I said goodbye to everyone, especially +Lori. I told her that I would see her before she went back to +school. With that Marie turned to me and said,"Vicky, I told the +guy's that we would meet them in the bar at the Hilton at 7:00. We +don't want to keep our dates waiting." I froze. What next? + +(To be continued) + +-- +Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl2.txt +Archive-author: Kathy Harrison +Archive-title: Working Girl - 2 + + +In the prior episode, a miserable graphic artist, John, was told +by his boss, Marie, that he was not performing at a level +sufficient to retain his job. John, having no luck in trying to +find another job, broke down sobbing in front of Marie at his +review. Seeing that John had no success in his masculine role, +Marie saw as a challenge, to take John in and retrain him to become +a successful advertising Account Executive, a FEMALE Account +Executive. And so continues the story of the new "WORKING GIRL". +**************************************************************** +I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Marie actually said we were +meeting the "GUYS" at the bar. Here I was, dressed in a tight black +leather skirt, a satin acetate, quite fitted, red blouse with +vertical, fine black pinstripes. It was open to give a glimpse of +the top of my black lace slip and my flesh was squeezed together +by the tight corset I was wearing to form ample cleavage. A wide +black patent belt surrounded my nipped in 23" waist. I had black +lace stockings and the sexiest black patent 5" heals that caused +me to take short feminine steps. Marie had handed me a 3/4 length +black, embossed leather jacket to wear, with red fox trim. It had +gotten quite cool outside in the autumn air and she didn't want for +me to catch cold. +Getting back to the subject at hand, going through all of this +feminization was something I could handle, meeting guys was +something entirely different. I wasn't gay! And I wasn't going to +go out with any guy. Marie got us into the cab and told the cab +driver to take us to the Doral Hotel. She then turned to me and +noting my firm resistance to go out said, "Vicki, listen and listen +good... You have no choice in this matter. We are going to meet the +President and CFO of my newest customers, Devon Fashions. They are +one of the largest catalog and retail clothing distributors in the +northeast. I have been dating Don Mortonson the President for a few +weeks, when I first landed the account I met the CFO Roger Colter +and we went out once. He is bi and was not my type., But he is +definitely YOUR TYPE! And if you want not to be left on the street +and try to make it on your own you better cooperate...GOT IT!" +I got the message loud and clear. I was petrified. How could I pull +this off. Marie stopped scolding me and took my hand and said, +"Vicki, dear, everything will be fine if you just relax, she gave +me a valium and I began to calm down. We arrived at the Doral and +the Doorman helped me from the cab. I had left my purse on the seat +and reached around to grab it. Marie commented to me later that the +doorman was really an "Assman" because his eyes practically bugged +out looking at my derriere encased in the tight leather skirt. +Marie looked quite the fashion plate herself dressed in her new +grey checked suit that I new was a Fioria original. It was quite +tailored and she wore a black silk camisole, sheer stockings and +charcoal suede spiked pumps to complete the outfit. She had her new +fox coat on and looked wonderful. We went into the lounge in the +hotel and checked our coats. The bar was quite long and everything +was done in fine woods and reeked of opulence. I never had been in +the classier places in town and could get used to this quite +easily. I saw Marie wave to two men at the far end of the bar. She +took my hand and led me through the crowd to meet them. +Don was a very professional looking man. Rugged features, and a +6'2" athletic frame, dressed in a classic blue pinstripe suit. +Greying temples gave him the look of the consummate corporate +executive in his forties. Roger, on the other hand, was more of the +Yuppie type. Tall and thin, he was wearing a light grey, double +breasted Armani suit. He had sandy blonde hair and was wearing gold +wire frame glasses. He was in his thirties and was very handsome. +Marie introduced me to Don first, "Donald this is my cousin +Victoria Escovar." Don took my hand and said, "Victoria its a +pleasure to meet you." I noticed how different men shake women's +hands than mens hands. He was soft and gentile with me, I like +that. Marie then introduced me to Roger as Vicki. Roger took my +hand and kissed it. I must of turned 16 shades of red. "Vicki, you +are a most attractive woman, I am most pleased to make your +acquaintance." I was totally flustered by this situation. Here was +this most attractive man, who most women would die for, making goo- +goo eyes at me...a man dressed as a woman. I felt a little light +headed. Before even saying anything, I staggered and Roger caught +me in his firm strong grasp. He and Marie helped me up on a bar +stool and got me a drink of water. Feeling better I said, "Thank +you very much, I don't usually faint upon meeting such handsome +men." I was trying to be complementary and apparently it was +working. +Roger put his arm around my shoulders and said, "I'm the one who +should be captivated by your beauty." Feeling better, Marie +suggested that we go to the powder room to freshen up for dinner. +She asked Donald to order an Absolut martini for her and a +Chardonnay for me, as she hurried me off to the ladies room. +Once there, Marie took out a tissue and wiped the perspiration from +my brow. I was shaking and didn't know what to do. "Vicki, you must +relax. Roger and Don like you very much, Roger in particular. I +told him about you before we got together tonight, although Don +doesn't know of course. Roger is totally captivated by you. Right +before we came in here, he whispered in my ear that you were +perfect. Just relax and enjoy yourself." I took a deep breath and +started to calm down. Marie opened my purse and took out some of +my makeup and gave me a touch up. A little more mascara, some +powder and plenty of lip gloss. I grabbed my purse and we headed +back into the lounge. I felt much better as Marie led me to a table +in the lounge where Don and Roger were waiting for us. Roger got +up and helped me with my chair and I smoothed my skirt which hiked +up exposing my lace encased thighs as I sat down. I crossed my legs +as femininely as I could and sat back in the lounge chair. Roger +couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of me. Marie started the +conversation by telling Don and Roger that I had just left a small +agency handling local retailers in Miami. After I had gotten myself +settled here in New York, she wanted me to interview at their new +creative group to handle fashion direct marketing as a Junior A.E.. +I may even be able to work on some programs for Devon. Especially +in their Hispanic niche marketing group. I knew enough from my +three years at the graphics studio, and thank god I was relatively +fluent in Spanish, given Don's attempt at Spanish conversation (bad +High School Spanish) to be able to hold my own in the conversation. +After about five minutes of shop talk. Marie took the conversation +on to other subjects. Thank god she did, because I was running out +of things to say. We talked for about a half an hour, Don left the +table for about 10 minutes and when he returned he had made 9:00 +reservations at The Four Seasons for us. I got a little nervous, +because I thought the night was going to end with drinks. We went +outside and Don had a stretch limo waiting at the hotel, to take +us to the restaurant. We had reservations in one of the dining +rooms. I lost track of the name of the room, but was captivated by +the grandiose surroundings of the famous restaurant. The maitre d' +seated us and was quite gallant. I loved all of the attention we +were getting. I began to think that there are many advantages to +being a woman, particularly attractive ones. At dinner I tried many +things that I never tried before; caviar, escargot, quail and +truffles. I only tried small morsels of each, not thinking my +corset would allow me any more. +The conversation was stimulating, Don talked of his trip to China, +I was fascinated. Roger talked about skiing and playing tennis and +the trip he was planning to St. Moritz in December for Christmas. +I listened and added, where appropriate, what I could, but mostly +I was enthralled by these successful people living life to the +fullest. I had never even dreamed of some of these experiences. +I tried sking once and was not very good and I wasn't a very good +tennis player. As coffee was served, Marie and I excused ourselves +to go to the Ladies room and we left. +Marie turned to me as I turned the corner into the powder room, +"Your doing wonderfully, what do you think of Roger?" "He's quite +a fascinating man. I like listening to both of them." Marie +said,"That's not what I mean. What I said was ...What do you think +of HIM? Do you like him, don't you think he is a great looking +guy?" I knew what she was getting at and I couldn't think straight +about it. They were both very attractive men. They lived lives that +I could never dream of. As a "woman" I could not help but be +attracted to them, especially to Roger who was being so nice to me. +I couldn't help thinking that I was living a masquerade and that +as a man, I could not really be attracted to him. I replied to +Marie, "I don't know, I'm very confused, I guess so." Marie said, +"Thats great, because I know he likes you. He hasn't taken his eyes +off you all night. I want you to relax and enjoy him. In your new +roll you owe it to yourself to take advantage of any opportunity. +Roger and Don can help you be successful in your new position. +Roger likes you and finds you attractive. The more time you spend +with him and the better you make him feel, the more opportunities +you will have. Also as my account, the more you will be part of my +ability to lock Devon in as a long term client. I'm sure that you +will be very satisfied if you relax and have a good time." I looked +at Marie and skeptically said "OK". Last second touches to my +makeup and adjusted my skirt and we went back into the restaurant. +Don and Roger had ordered us after dinner drinks. Don knew Marie +liked B&B and Roger was drinking cognac and had ordered the same +for me. I had not tried it before and although it was strong, I +liked it. I sipped the drink that was served in a brandy snifter +slowly at first. Don suggested that the night was still young and +that he and Roger offered to take us up to the Rainbow room at the +top of Rockefeller Center for some Midnight dancing. I looked to +Marie who was smiling from ear to ear and realized that we were +going so I didn't resist. I just looked down and finished the +brandy in one swig...all of it! We accepted their invitation and +they escorted us to the car. The combination of the drinks that I +had and the valium that I took earlier had gotten me most relaxed. +We talked and laughed and I found myself sitting quite close to +Roger in the back seat of the limo. He had his arm around my +shoulder and was holding me close to him. I felt so relaxed that +I gave in and snuggled down with my head on his shoulder. Marie +smiled at me and winked. I looked back and then closed my eyes. I +didn't really know what was happening to me...but I liked it. +We got to the Rockefeller Center and Don had the limo wait for us. +In the cool fall air, Don put his arm around Marie and Roger around +me and we walked over to the edge of the ice rink. They were just +closing up and the final sparkle of the lights shown down on the +ice. It was beautiful. As the lights started to go off, Don and +Roger escorted us into the building and up to the famous Rainbow +Room. The place was a dream, all done in art deco. This was my +favorite style, I had studied much about the period when I went to +art school. We were escorted to a table and sat down. Don ordered +us another round of drinks. I felt that I couldn't possibly have +another and begged off. Roger ordered another cognac and said we +would share, I agreed and he pulled me closer to him on the seat +of the booth. The band started up and Don grabbed Marie and took +her out onto the dance floor. It was a fast song, being scared to +dance (particularly in these heals) I begged off and stayed at the +table. Roger waited until Marie and Don left and started talking +to me, "Vicki, you are a beautiful "WOMAN" and I know, that you +know, that I know your little secret. I have to be very careful in +my position not to allow my sexual preferences to come into my +business life. You are the type of "girl" that can let me have my +proverbial cake and eat it too. I like you and want to keep seeing +you if you let me and I'm sure that I can do alot for both your and +Marie's career. Besides, based on what Marie has told me, I'm sure +that you would enjoy this type of life alot better than the one you +had been living." I looked up at Roger and saw in his deep blue +eyes someone that before this night I could of never imagined +having a relationship with. But I had gone through alot of changes +in the last couple of days and this was a life that I could grow +comfortable with. I looked into Rogers eyes and gave in to him. He +tilted his head and kissed me. At first I didn't respond +at all. I was petrified...how could this be happening to me. but +here I was, dressed as I was, enjoying myself in places and doing +things that I had never dreamed of before. Here was an obviously +successful person, who could have anyone, and he wanted me. The +fact that he was a man complicated matters, but considering my +outward appearance, it was obvious that I was the farthest thing +to being male that you could imagine. As his kiss grew more +passionate, I began to respond. I raised my hands and at first put +them on his shoulders, he held me closer to him. I was caught up +in the moment and responded to him. I put my hands behind his head +and held him nearer to me. I had succumbed to his advances and +there was little turning back now. I felt totally vulnerable as I +never had before. I even felt a sense of warmth that I had not felt +in years. We kissed once or twice more and sat at the table holding +hands. The band started playing "Someone to Watch Over Me", and +Roger took me out onto the dance floor. It was a very slow song and +we danced, holding each other closely. At first Roger held my right +hand in his and put his left around my waist. My hand felt so small +and petite in comparison to his. After a while I put both my hands +around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. Many times his +hands drifted down to my leather clad bottom and then surrounding +me hugging me close to him. We stayed out on the dance floor for +almost an hour. Every once in a while I caught glimpses of Marie +and Don dancing and Marie smiling at me. It was almost 1:30 by the +time we returned to the table. Marie and Don were nowhere to be +found and there was a small note waiting at my seat. + " Vicki, I saw what a great time you and Roger were having out on +the dance floor. I knew you would be the perfect couple. Since I +was so confident you two were going to hit it off, I took a few +liberties and had a weekend planned for you and Roger that I was +going to go ahead with based on how you two got along. It's obvious +that you are most compatible, so why wait? I had the limo driver +stop at the apartment and pick up the bags I packed for you. They +are in the trunk of the limo. I have even bought some new things +for you that are something special. Don and I have taken a cab back +to his place on Park Ave. The limo will take you to Roger's. Have +fun, see you Monday. Love, Marie" +I looked up at Roger and said "You knew about this all along, +didn't you." He looked at me and said, "Vicki, dear, I only wanted +to go along with it if I felt you wanted to. I think you do. I want +you to. It can be a most enjoyable weekend for the both of us. I'm +sure Marie would be most pleased. Will you spend the weekend with +me." I thought about it for a moment and what else could I say. As +a quick retort I replied, "I hope you don't believe that I go home +with every man I meet on the first date." We both laughed and +headed for the elevator. Once in the limo I sat close to Roger, he +lived in Westchester, so it was a long drive. I was still most +apprehensive. The fact that Roger just cuddled with me and didn't +try to maul me in the back seat of the car made me feel alot more +comfortable. We talked all the way back to his house. He told me +how his wife left him for a business associate of her's last year. +She just took off and he retained custody of their three daughters, +Sandy, who was 14 and the twins Lisa and Lori who were 4. He and +his wife, Ellen, had been married when they were still seniors at +Dartmouth. And were both also quite ambitious and the stress of two +most competitive lifestyles was too much for their marriage. "Ellen +also was into playing the field. Having the kids was not her idea +of fun. They had a governess almost since they were born. In the +first few years with just Sandy it was OK, but after the twins were +born, Ellen stopped being a responsible parent. I ended up doing +alot of the parenting and later found Ellen to be having +extramarital affairs. She ended up taking off with one of her +clients and is now somewhere in Italy doing whatever she wants." +I felt sad for Roger, he obviously loved his children and wanted +to have a happy marriage. He didn't seem to object to Ellen's +ambition, in fact he seemed to encourage it. She just took +advantage of him. His lawyer was obviously very good, because he +retained custody of the children, not that Ellen seemed to want +them, and most of the joint assets. I told him of my life, not that +there was much to tell. That I was brought up by my mother, Louisa, +who was a Cuban emigre, that came to America after Castro came into +power. She married my father, George Ricks, who left my mother when +I was only 3. I was her only child. I guess she did the best she +could, but it was hard. I remember that there was always alot of +men visiting my mother, I never thought until later that they were +possibly paying for her services. When I found out, I left home. +At first I hated her and all of them. Over time my attitude +softened. I went to a local art school and found I had an affinity +for art. I was no real "artist", but I developed a good sense of +space and design. I ended up at a junior college down near Ft. +Lauderdale. Between trying to keep a job and live, there wasn't +much time for college. I took four years to get a two year degree +in Business and a minor in art. That was last year. For the past +year I have been working at the agency for Marie. In fact Marie +didn't hire me, her predecessor did and Marie was not all to happy +to inherit me. She is very much into the use of computers for +layout and design, I don't have that experience, nor do I have much +of an inclination for it. She must see something in me though, or +why would she be going to all of this trouble. +Roger ended up telling me why Marie had such an interest in me. +"Marie and I went out on two or three dates, She is quite a woman +and tends to be on the "Domineering" side as you probably well +know. She found me to be not her type that she could develop a more +intimate relationship and also found out I was Bi. She liked me and +wanted to do something for me, besides the fact I was her largest +account (although, knowing Marie, that was her primary motivation). +And said that she knew someone who she thought would satisfy "all" +of my needs, apparently you were her challenge to do so. I know she +felt she would be able to always retain my vote to keep her on as +the primary agency for our account if she was able to deliver. I +found that tonight I feel totally differently. You are not just a +fantasy, you are real and betytr than I could have imagined. I +could never have a relationship, outwardly, with a man. But I am +not totally sexually satisfied with a woman. You can fulfill my +desires completely. I looked at him and knew that eventually that +would come true, but said, "Roger please be slow with me. I have +had so many things happen to me in the last two days, my head is +spinning. I need time." Roger held me closer and stroked my hair +and said, "There there, I will take care of you. You don't have to +do anything you don't want to. Just keep an open mind." I felt much +better and started to relax. A few minutes later we were at his +home. It was a beautiful large colonial somewhere in Scarsdale, I +didn't really know where we were. He helped me out of the car and +the driver went around and got my bags from the trunk. I didn't +know how long Marie thought I was staying but she packed a large +suitcase, a garment bag and a Cosmetics case. The driver brought +them up to the front porch and took off. It was dark, and I +couldn't see much of the house, but it seemed quite large. Inside +I saw how large it really was. A palatial center hall that had a +staircase that went up to a large landing with a huge window and +wound around to the second floor. There was a large living room +with a grand piano and a beautiful formal dining room. Roger said +that I must be tired and brought my bags up stairs. The girls were +staying at his mothers for the weekend. She was dropping them off +early monday morning before school. We entered the master suite and +saw a beautiful four post brass king size bed. French provincial +furniture was everywhere, and this was all the real thing. He +brought my bags into a huge dressing area that had its own private +bath and large walk-in closets that were bare. "Vicki, this was +Ellen's dressing area. If you want to get freshened up, use +anything you want. I need to take care of some things downstairs, +it should only take me 20 minutes or so. Why don't you get ready +for bed and remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want +to. +I felt nervous and excited as well. He is a most loving person and +I was quite fond of him. In the next 20 minutes I had to decide +whether or not I was going to sleep with him. +I unpacked my suitcases and again wondered if Marie thought I was +going away for a year. I unpacked the Cosmetic case first. It was +filled to the brim with everything I would need. Although I had not +had alot of practice with putting on makeup. Marie left some notes +in the bag to help me and I watched enough that with a little +practice, I thought I could get the hang of it. Then I unpacked the +suit case. It too was filled to the brim. Stockings, panties, bras, +slips and cami's. Two corsets and a corselette. Three teddies and +several other nities and peignoir sets. A bathing suit, (I don't +know how or where I was going to use that) as well as a black +bikini! +Two denim skirts and several sweaters. About eight pairs of pumps +and other shoes including a pair of tennies. Lots of accessories +and jewelry, a pair of sexy high heal boots with bows all over them +and several other knit dresses, skirts and slacks of various styles +and fabrics, jeans and a couple of mini skirts in white and blue +leather and another skirt in denim. At the bottom of the case there +were two dresses, one a strapless hot pink leather and the other +a soft grey knit mini that was backless. I had no idea how Marie +expected me to wear them. Also a white tennis dress with a pair of +ruffled panties pinned inside. Roger liked to play tennis, I guess +I was in for some lessons. In the garment bag, Marie packed her +mink coat with a note, "This is on loan! Must be returned!" as well +as a denim jacket that was airbrushed and jeweled. There was also +a short bustier dress with a black velvet bodice and hot pink +organza short skirt with toule flounces and a large pink satin bow +at the hip. Also there was a tailored grey wool suit with a nipped +in waist and a peplum as well as several silk blouses and a jade +green silk jumpsuit. I hung the clothes up and found that my +wardrobe was complete for some time. I guess I was in for the long +run here. Marie packed some notes for me to read, I was going to +go over them in the morning. +I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. +Finally I made the decision I would sleep with Roger that night. +If I was going to do it, I would do it right. I changed out of my +clothes and put on a red waist cincher that Marie had packed for +me. I took out the red teddy that I put in the draw and put it on. +I brushed out my hair and touched up my makeup. Without my inserts, +my breasts were small, but the cincher pushed up whatever loose +flesh I had and the Teddy helped mold them into about a large A- +cup. I went into the bedroom. dimmed the lights, took a deep breath +and got into bed. I waited nervously for Roger to arrive. I had +decided to be his woman for the weekend. + +(To be continued) + +-- +Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl3.txt +Archive-author: Kathy Harrison +Archive-title: Working Girl - 3 + + +In our previous episodes, John, a low level employee at an ad +agency had been given a horrible review by his boss, Marie. +Knowing full well that he had no other opportunities, John broke +down and asked for Marie to give him an other chance. Marie offered +to do more than that, she offered to make him a successful Account +Executive with one of their new start up divisions. One hitch, he +was to become a FEMALE account executive! +John has been transformed into Victoria Escovar, a beautiful +Hispanic young woman, who, as Marie's cousin, is being trained to +fulfill Marie's offer to John. In Vicki's first public encounter +with men, she meets Don and Roger, executives with Marie's largest +account. Don has developed a relationship with Marie, while Marie +has set up Roger with Vicki. Vicki is Rogers type of "GIRL", +knowing of her recent transformation. Vicki ends up going home with +Roger and takes the final plunge into womanhood. The previous +episode ends with Vicki waiting for Roger, dressed in a sexy red +teddy, under the covers of Roger's king sized brass bed. +***************************************************************** +One of the things that I never felt before was that "I" was the +prize, the treasure of a sexual conquest. I had always had to +almost grovel to my partner to receive the pleasure of their sexual +company. For the first time I am the jewel to be cherished. I am +the one that this person wants to embrace. As I waited for Roger, +I became excited and nervous at the same time. My heart was pumping +a million miles a second. The door to the room opened, and Roger +came in carrying two glasses of champagne. He smiled as he saw me +lying on the bed and said, "Darling, I'm glad to see that you want +to be with me." He put the glasses down on the nightstand and bent +down to kiss me, "You look so beautiful, what an incredibly sexy +outfit." I kissed him again. He handed me a glass of champagne and +I took a sip. I slid my legs around and stood up beside him. He +lifted my chin to kiss me again and we locked in a most passionate +embrace. I practically tore his shirt off him and began running my +fingers through his dense chest hair. I sucked and teased his +nipples, they grew hard to the touch of my lips. He pulled down one +of the shoulder straps of my teddy as he began to kiss my shoulders +and neck. I lowered myself to my knees and began to unbuckle his +belt and drop his trousers to the floor. His cock was rock hard, +straining against his shorts. I thought to myself, there is no +stopping now, as I released the massive organ from its confines. +Slowly I licked the long shaft and the underside of his massive +balls. He became week in the knees and sat down on the bed, I +positioned myself so that I could continue to pleasure him. I +slowly took the head of his huge organ into my mouth and gently +sucked. I found that I could apply more pressure and started taking +more and more of him in until the tip of his cock was touching the +back of my throat. I started to gag and pulled back, slowly I +repeated until my throat relaxed. I couldn't get all of him in me, +but he seemed to have no problem with what I could do because, he +started to shake and moan and finally came in a flood that I +quickly tried to swallow what I could. Some streamed out of the +corner of my mouth and I caught the residual in a tissue from the +nightstand. He pulled me up close to him and rested my head on his +chest. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my feminized +hand. Seeing my hand, small and petite, with deep red nails, +wrapped around his throbbing member, stroking him gently, made me +think again about what I was doing. I kept on thinking that +something was wrong, but there wasn't. He kissed me and whispered +softly in my ear, "Now I want to give pleasure to you." He turned +me over and gave me a pillow, which I tucked under my tummy. My +bottom was raised in the air awaiting his advances. He reached down +and unsnapped my teddy. My male organs, which had been pushed up, +fell in the release of the snaps. He gently kissed my derriere and +finally reached the small puckered hole that was to be my love +canal. "Vicki your "pussy" is so tight, you must relax." Roger +reached into his night stand draw and took out a tube of KY jelly. +He lathered his cock and massaged my "vagina" with the slippery +gel. Coming up behind me, he touched the head of his hard cock to +my virgin opening. Slowly he entered me. At first there was +considerable pain . Roger was slow and careful. As I began to open, +he slowly entered me further and further. After about 5 minutes, +I had opened enough that I could take in almost all of him. There +was less pain and more pleasure. Roger slowly began to pump his +steely rod in and out of my backside. I began to respond to his +pumping. I was being "fucked" by a man and loving it. But it was +not "fucking", but loving, as Roger was making love to me. I was +the object of his sexual desire and I was giving myself totally to +him. Our thrusts became more and more heated. I was screaming with +lust. Asking him to push harder and faster, until finally both he +and I exploded in a massive orgasm. +I shivered for about 10 minutes and felt that I was coming and +coming over and over again. Finally Roger pulled out of me and +collapsed at my side. I huddled next to him still shivering and +cooing with delight. That was the best sex that I could ever have +imagined! Roger seemed equally pleased. I had made a little mess +and also felt Rogers cum draining from my backside. I got up and +went to the bathroom. I through a towel to Roger and went in to +clean myself up. I washed off and looked at myself in the mirror. +For now on I was a woman, and I was bound and determined to be +Roger's woman. I undid my cincher and went into the dressing area +and put on a cute little pink baby doll and matching bikini and +climbed back into bed with Roger. He loved the fact that I dressed +to please him. We cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. +The next morning I woke up resting on his shoulder. I woke him up +by gently sucking him awake until he was rock hard in my mouth. He +pulled down my panties and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Thank +god I was limber, because he entered me facing him, with my legs +over his arms. It didn't take long for him to cum and we both +collapsed in a heap. We continued to play most of the morning. +About 11:00 am we got up. Roger showered and shaved and went down +stairs to take care of some chores, he wanted to go into town to +buy a birthday present for Sandy, his eldest daughter. I got +cleaned up to go out. +I took a long shower and touched up any errant body hairs. I washed +my hair and realized that I would have to set it after I had +already gotten it wet. That was going to be interesting. Guess you +have to learn sometime. I patted myself dry and dusted myself with +some of the Lancome dusting powder that Marie had packed for me. +I noticed how swollen and sensitive my nipples had become and was +reminded to take my pills. I had a little morning sickness, but not +too bad. Next was the part I didn't like. I put on my white corset +and laced it tight. I had noticed that in the past couple of days, +it had become a little easier to achieve the desired results and +this corset was more elasticized than the others, but it was still +no picnic. One hint I had found, if I crossed my arms, right over +left and reached around and pushed my flesh together, I could form +a quite substantial cleavage that would stay in place +with the tension of the corset. I would put the smaller inserts +into the C-cups of the corset. The inserts would be totally +covered by the bra cups and the pressed together flesh of my chest +would form around the top of the corset, giving me an even more +feminine appearance. After I had everything in place, I fastened +a pair of light tan stockings to the garters of the corset. A white +lace pair of Vanity Fair panties completed my lingerie. +I threw on a short terry robe and started my first attempt at +cosmetics and hairstyling. I had a set of the flexible rollers that +were self heating, I used some setting lotion and proceeded to set +my hair into a cascade of curls in the back and left the front +alone. I started my makeup and did a foundation coat as I had seen +Gina apply at the salon. I was going to be in pinks for the day so +I selected pink tones for my makeup. Blush and highlighting, pink +to violet eyeshadows and plenty of mascara. I took lots of time +with my lips, a dark pink liner, then a brighter ice pink to fill +in my lips, blending carefully to achieve the perfect look that I +desired. My face was done, then for the hair. I took out the +rollers and saw that I had gotten the curls right, but was not sure +what else to do. After experimenting for a while, I took a banana +comb and pulled back my hair, after using a considerable amount of +hairspray on the front I was satisfied at the look. I was very +"cute", which was just what I wanted! Being that we were going to +be shopping and in and out of the car, I chose a more casual outfit +for the day. I put on a pretty pink sweater that was in a chain +knit. It had large white buttons in the back and was cut with a +deep V in the back and scoop neck in the front. The sweater was +longer and I wore it with my white leather skirt and a wide white +belt around the sweater. To finish the outfit I wore a pair of pink +pumps that Marie had bought for me. They were "only" a 3" heal and +were easier to walk around in. I put on a pretty gold necklace with +a heart pendant and a matching gold ankle bracelet with a smaller +pendant. I wore Marie's tennis bracelet that she had lent me and +a gold ladies watch. I almost forgot my earrings when I checked +myself in the mirror. I decided on a pair of gold and pink topaz +drops that finished the look. Here I was a sexy young lady out for +a day of shopping with her man. +I went downstairs to find Roger just finishing up on the phone. +He turned and saw me and was most impressed. "Vicki, you look +sensational. I always wanted to date a sexy little co-ed, you fit +the part." I put my arms around his big strong shoulders and gave +him a kiss. "I love being your girlfriend, I never thought I would +say that, but after last night, that's all I want." Roger kissed +me again and held me close, "Vicki, I want to be with you, I enjoy +your company. I have to be careful and know that we would be +accepted by my family, friends and business associates. You must +understand." I was a little taken back, but I understood. I needed +to make sure that I had no slip-ups and was perfectly accepted as +a total woman, if I was to be Roger's girl. +I went upstairs and did a few final touch-ups to my makeup. I +Sprayed on some Joy perfume and put everything I would need into +my white purse. Now I know why women need such large purses. My +large bag held everything! I went down stairs and Roger and I went +out through the kitchen to the garage. I had not realized how big +this house was, the kitchen was huge. I saw the family room and it +was real big as well. Roger had a projection TV and a large leather +seating area for viewing. We went into the garage and saw that +Roger had a beautiful white Poreche Carrera convertable and a +Mercedes. We got into the Poreche and went into town. +The downtown area was very well-to-do. All boutique shops and +small offices. We walked around and did some window shopping. +I even did some shopping for myself. Roger was most pleased, +I bought a beautiful white angora sweater dress with a cascade of +jewels and sequins over the shoulders and a pair of black suede +pumps with rhinestones covering the heal. I loved trying on all of +the pretty things in the stores. Roger carried the bags and I put +my arm through his and held him close to me. I had not felt this +good in a long time, I hoped that everything would work out. We +still had not found a gift for Sandy. We happened by a record shop +and saw that they had tickets on sale for George Michael. Roger +mentioned that Sandy would die for a chance to see a concert like +this, but his business schedule would not allow him to go. I +thought for a second and said, "Honey, Let me take her. You want +to have things work out and I would like to have the opportunity +to get to know your daughter better." He thought about it and said, +"If Sandy and you get along, OK. She has had a hard time since her +mother left and has not taken well to any of my female friends." +I assured him that it would be alright and he finally said YES. I +jumped up and kissed him. This was fun. We went in and bought five +tickets, one for Sandy, one for me and three more for three of her +girlfriends that she could invite. Roger still wanted to get a few +more things for her birthday, he was so generous, I talked him into +a beautiful set of gold earrings and a matching necklace. He also +got her a new walkman to wear while she ran, she had just gotten +into jogging. (He suspected that she was into running because she +had the hots for the captain of the track team at her school.) +We grabbed a quick bite of lunch. (I could only eat a small salad +and a Perrier, all of the walking and my corset didn't agree with +each other.) and we headed home. When we got home the phone was +ringing, it was Roger's friend Alex. Alex and his wife Karen had +tickets to the opera for that evening and the other couple that +they were going with had a last minute problem and had to back out. +Alex wondered if Roger wanted to come along. Roger replied, "Only +if I can buy the other TWO tickets off of you, I would be bringing +a date." Alex, knowing the problems that Roger had been having and +wanting him to go out into the mainstream dating world again, was +ectatic. "Of course that would be great, would you be able to join +us for a late night dinner after the MET." Roger accepted the +invitation and came into the living room to tell me. I was taken +back. How could I prepare for an evening out, with people I didn't +know, for a very formal night. The only formal evening wear I had +was the strapless dress that Marie had packed for me and I wasn't +ready to be seen in something like that. Roger hugged me and said, +"Everything is alright. I have a friend name John who is gay and +owns a local salon. We had a relationship some time ago and I know +he would be most trustworthy." I didn't know about this, but before +I could refuse, Roger was already on the phone to John setting up +my appointment. They talked for a few minutes and after a few +cryptic exchanges, Roger said goodbye and hung up. It's all set, +he will see you before closing and seems very intrigued to meet +you. I didn't know whether to be mad or what. How could he be so +cavalier to believe that I would just go anywhere, I kept thinking +to myself, if this is going to work, I was going to have to deal +with it. Getting over my displeasure with Roger, he hurried me +along to the car so I could make it to my appointment. We went back +downtown to the same area we were shopping. In the middle of the +shopping area was a very trendy salon called Reflections. Roger +escorted me inside to meet John. John was a very effervescent +individual and the greetings were all kisses and hugs. He escorted +me inside to the main salon room and had me take a seat while he +and Roger went inside to John's office. I was a little uptight and +seeing Roger with John didn't help. I was actually jealous. I +thought they had been lovers at one point, Roger was supposedly not +into "MEN" as it were anymore. Roger came out and kissed me and +said, "Everything will be fine dear, John and Sara will take care +of you." I didn't feel much better and was pouting, John thought +I was cute and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Be a good +kitten and lets have some fun tonight. OK." I said Ok and kissed +him goodbye. With that John came out and introduced me to his +assistant Sara. I was their last appointment for the day and the +other operators were just finishing up on their clients. I sat down +at John's station and he began to play with my hair. John liked to +talk and today was no exception, "Vicki, dearest, John has +apparently gone gaga over you. I would love to know your secret, +or I guess that's quite apparent, ha. Honey, you are quite some +package, if I knew that this was what it would take to land +Roger... well....but I could never carry it off as well as you have +done." I was beginning to lighten up and laugh along with John. +Just then Sara came in. She was very trendy with a severe short +hairstyle and funky clothes. John introduced me and we talked. Sara +washed my hair and brought me back to John's station where John +finished his evaluation of what style I wanted. I explained to him +that we were going out and I told him about my dress, he was quite +excited about the fact that I was going to dare to go out dressed +so boldly. He asked if I had ever thought to wear my hair up, I +hadn't thought of it and said why not. He went to work. First he +set my hair, saying that he felt that I should have a perm, but +there wasn't time. He set it in tight curls and put me under the +dryer. To save time Sara did my nails while I was under the dryer. +I was wearing long gloves, but John was a perfectionist and said, +"You must be prepared to show off what you got dear!" Sara used a +hot pink polish to match my dress. When finished, She brought me +back to John's station and he took the curlers out. Time was of +the essence, Alex and Karen were picking us up in two hours. John +was moving and talking a mile a minute, he was asking me about the +opera we were seeing and I said, "I don't even know, everything was +going so fast." John finished with my hair and started on my +makeup. +He was a master and found the perfect look for me. When done, I +looked like a princess. My face was aglow in pinks and violets. +My lips were pink and pouty, very kissable. My eyes were "doelike" +and much more mature looking than I had done. I felt as if I had +stepped off the cover of Vogue. My hair was upswept on one side and +had soft bangs in the front. The back was braided and turned under +and pinned in place, most feminine. I looked like a model. Just +then Roger arrived. When he saw me, his jaw practically hit the +ground. " He hugged me and kissed me and said I was a vision. +John yelled at Roger, because he didn't want him to mess up my +makeup. John did a few touchups to the damage Roger had caused and +we were off. +When we got home I ran upstairs to get dressed. I moved pretty good +considering I was still wearing my pumps. I took off my clothes and +put on my black bustier. I filled the cups with my smaller inserts +and did my little exercise to push my cleavage together. Satisfied +that I had succeeded, I hooked the final clasp and saw that I had +achieved 23" without lacing, what a relief. I snapped the garters +to a pair of beautiful black silk stockings that were seamed and +had tiny rhinestone bows at the ankle. Straightening the seams, not +an easy task, I put on a pair of lace panties that were a little +more than a g-string. Satisfied that everything was in place, I +took out my dress. It was beautiful, The bodice was black velvet +and covered only slightly more than my bustier. The dress had a +drop waist and a hot pink tiered skirt in organza and tulle. with +a big pink organza bow at the hip. The skirt was short, shorter +than tea length and also had an additional pink petticoat to keep +its fullness. The dress had a side zip and with a little +negotiating, I got it closed. I stepped into the petticoat and +pulled it up. Adjusting myself, I turned and looked in the mirror. +It was like a fairytale. I was a beautiful woman. My shoulders +looked most delicate in comparison to any males that I could +imagine. My coiffure was perfect for the overall look, of a +sophisticated lady. The dress fit me like a glove and the cleavage +that I had formed was quite apparent and emphasized by the bustier +dress, which gave me a most feminine contour. The drop waist was +most figure flattering. The skirt was adorable and fulled out by +the petticoat. I stepped into my new black suede pumps. They fit +perfectly, I loved seeing the rhinestone heels and the little +rhinestone bows on the back of my ankles. I went into the bedroom +to see Roger getting dressed in his tuxedo. I was so hot, I wanted +to make love right there, but there was no time. Roger took one +look at me and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. But +Alex and Karen were to be there any minute. He said, "You are the +most beautiful creature, but I have something that would make you +even more beautiful. He went to the vault behind a picture on the +bedroom wall. He took out a small jewelry case and opened it for +me. Inside were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I pair +of diamond drop earrings and a diamond necklace. I turned around +and Roger put the necklace on me and I fastened the earrings to my +lobes. There must have been 50 carats of diamonds! Roger kissed my +neck and whispered romantic things in my ear. I wanted him right +then, but I knew I would have to wait. What a little vixen I was +turning into. I took out the long black gloves that went with the +dress, after some maneuvering I got them on, I was thinking, what +alot a woman has to go through to be beautiful. I sprayed on lots +of Halston Night and put Marie's tennis bracelet around my gloved +wrist, after all diamonds are a girl's best friend. As I was doing +the final touchups, the doorbell rang. It was Alex and Karen. Roger +got the door and asked them in for a drink. I made a proper +entrance down the stairs and was introduced to our guests. Alex was +a very handsome swarthy type, particularly in his dark tux. Karen +was beautiful. She wore a Midnight blue dress that was backless +and dotted with rhinestones. The dress was short with large puffy +sleeves and had a lace bodice that was cut in a deep-V to her +waist. She wore very high matching pumps with ankle straps and dark +blue stockings. Her hair was auburn and she wore it in a matching +deep blue bow. We said our hello's and they immediately opened up +to me and were quite warm. Karen and I hit it off wonderfully, she +was delightful. after one drink, we were off. Alex had his BMW, the +girls sat in the back and the boys in the front. we were two furry +things in the back seat, me in Marie's mink and Karen in her +beautiful sable. We chatted the whole way about everything and +nothing. I couldn't believe that I could be so conversant in +womanly issues. I've read alot of Cosmo in the last few days. Karen +was very active in local affairs, she was on the PTA and was a +member of the local woman's club. She was Alex's second wife. Their +children were his by his first wife who died of cancer. She loves +the children as if they were her own. I had thought she was young +to have a high school aged boy and two younger girls. I found out +she was only 28 and had married Alex when she was 24. She wondered +if I had met Rogers children yet, I had not, she assured me that +I would find the twins totally darling and Sandy difficult. "She +is the most beautiful 14 year old young lady you have ever met. But +she is stubborn and strong-minded. She is having a difficult time +with her mother leaving and because of her looks is also more apt +to be hanging around with older kids, Roger's worried about her." +I told Karen about the birthday present we got her and how I was +taking her to the concert. She thought that was great and could +help considerable in Sandys' acceptance of me, she said, "That's +particularly important because I get the feeling Roger wants you +to hang around for a while." We talked the whole way into the city +and practically until we were in our seats at the opera. I finally +snapped out of it when we checked our coats. Here I was, in a +beautiful strapless dress, looking quite provocative, attending the +opera on the arm of a most attractive man. I loved looking around +at all of the other women and what they were wearing. I found +myself to even be kind of competitive with them. It was a mixed +crowd. Some people were dressed rather casually. I made a comment +to Karen about the general attire and she replied, "I wish things +were as they were years ago, this type of evening used to be where +everyone dressed up. It sort takes some of the fun out of it." I +agreed with her. The opera began, it was La Traviata. I had never +seen an opera before. Placedo Domingo was the lead male and he was +wonderful. I found myself looking at men differently now. I was +seeing him as a woman would see him. He was most sensual in his +role. The opera was wonderful. I thoroughly enjoyed it. We left the +MET and went across town to a restaurant on 2nd Ave. It was a +pretty little French bistro. We sat at a table and enjoyed wine and +cheese and a lite dinner. The conversation was stimulating the +company was wonderful. We left at almost 2am. Roger was serenading +me as we walked to the car. Karen and I laughed as Alex and Roger +made fools of themselves. I fell asleep in the back of the car, +huddled up against Roger while he played with my hair and +occasionally kissed my forehead on the way home. Karen and Alex +said goodnight as they dropped us off. We all kissed and hugged and +then Roger said that we should all meet at the club in the late +morning for a game of double. Karen and Alex seemed game. I was too +tired to disagree. We went upstairs, Roger carrying me across the +threshold as it were and dropped me on the bed. I was tired, but +noticing the bulge in Rogers pants, I was always eager to please. +He pulled me to him and unzipped my dress, which fell to the floor. +Dressed fully in my bustier, stockings, panties and heals, he was +a wild man with me. He lifted me to the edge of the bed took off +my panties and lifted me to his awaiting cock. In a steady, pulsing +series of thrusts he entered me, standing while I was lifted to him +off the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, kicking my heals off to +gain a firmer hold. He lifted me completely off the bed and brought +me to him while he turned himself to sit on the bed. I was sitting +on his steely rod facing him, sucking his tongue and licking and +sucking his nipples, with his manhood buried deep inside of me. +Lustfully kissing him, caressing him, riding his organ. He lifted +me and pushed me down further onto him using me as a piston for his +desire. My silk clad legs wrapped around him gripping his every +pulse. My gloved hands caressing him as he kissed and licked my +neck and breasts. Finally I felt him tense as he came deep into me. +I felt the warmth of him flowing into my body. It was ecstasy. We +collapsed, exhausted and satiated, our sexual desires fulfilled... +for the moment. He slowly shrank inside of me and my body relaxed +releasing him. Too exhausted to get up, we slept as we were. I fell +in love that night. +The next morning I got up first. I took a shower and fixed my hair +and makeup. Marie had bought me a flesh colored cincher that had +a little more give to it. I got out a padded bra, noticing that +my chest had developed enough that I didn't require anything else +to be just about a B-cup. I put it on and threw on an exercise +outfit Marie had packed. It was a yellow french leotard with a +black exercise panty and black tank top. I wore my black tights and +aerobic shoes. I went down stairs and turned on the workout show +on the television in the family room. After a brisk, 20 minute +workout. I put on some coffee and made a lite breakfast for Roger +and myself. He came down in his robe and gave me a hug and a kiss. +I gave him some coffee and handed him his morning paper. He made +a wisecrack about what a good wife I would be, for which I +retaliated by showing him. I climbed beneath the table came up +under the newspaper and gave him what he later called the best +blowjob he ever had. "Maybe that would prove what kind of wife I +would be," I thought brazenly to myself. Roger smiled and went +upstairs to get changed. He threw on his running gear and we went +out for a quick run. I couldn't keep up with him and mocked him out +for being so macho as he tried to egg me on. We walked back to the +house and got freshened up to play tennis. Marie had bought me the +cutest tennis dress. It was a short white dress, with wide straps +over the shoulders that crossed and buttoned in the back. It had +a curt pleated skirt with pink ribbon trim at the hem. I wore my +cincher with the small inserts and the ruffled tennis panties that +came with the outfit. I tied my hair up in an eyelet ribbon that +Marie had packed along with the dress and put on my tennies and a +pair of pink trimmed ladies tennis socks. I looked darling in the +outfit, hopefully my tennis would suffice. Thank god Karen wasn't +much better than I was. We played doubles for a while and then let +the men play a set of singles. Karen and I went to the clubhouse +and sat down in the players lounge. She was quiet all morning and +didn't seem to want to talk as she had the night before. Finally +she turned to me and said, "Vicki, I know who you are. Or at least +what you are, and you are not the beautiful girl that you would +have everyone believe you are, come straight with me." OH MY GOD! +She knows, what was I to do, I felt like running, where would I go. +She saw me panic and sat next to me to console me. She knew who I +was and still was being nice to me. "Vicki, don't be afraid, I'm +not going to tell on you or anything. I was just, well, surprised +when I figured out the kind of girl you are. A while ago, Roger was +going through a period where he was seeing men. He tried to keep +it from Alex and me, but he wasn't as discrete then as he is now. +I think he was more confused than truly desirous of other guys. +With you though he seems happy. He has not been happy for a couple +of years. I want him to be happy and not getting hurt again. Do you +understand." I did understand and was very confused. I didn't want +to hurt Roger, but if Karen could read me, others could as well. +I told her the whole story, from the beginning. The guys were +playing a few more games, so we had time. Karen just sat there +listening, I had no idea what she was thinking. When I was finished +she sat for a second and then said, "Vicki, I honestly believe that +you care about Roger and would never consciously hurt him in any +way. But I believe that you need a little more time to fully +develop as a woman, both physically and mentally before you can +accept a role as close as you seem to be moving with Roger. He is +vulnerable right now and is susceptible to any form of affection. +I will help you make this transition, but you need to slow down and +guarantee me that you will do everything in your power to protect +him from any harm." I looked at her and was crying. I agreed and +she hugged me. I don't know how she really felt about me, I guess +I still needed to earn her respect, but I wanted it badly and +realized that she cared and wanted for Roger to get over the +marriage problems that he had been having and to lead a normal +life. She took out a tissue and dried my tears. I went into the +ladies room and fixed my makeup, my crying had caused my mascara +to run, I looked like Tammy Fae. After I was reorganized we went +back out to the courts and met the boys. I felt uncomfortable but +knew that I would have to put on a proper front. The guys went in +to get freshened up and we grabbed some lunch at the club. We said +our goodbyes there and I reconfirmed my promise to Karen. +When we returned home, Roger sensed something was wrong, I was +hesitant at first to tell him and said I had alot to think about. +We had no other plans for the day, so I went upstairs and changed +into a pair of jeans and a sweater. I thought about what Karen had +said to me and realized that she had not told me to hold back from +telling Roger about what we discussed. I came back downstairs, +Roger wanted to play, I was not in the mood. I sat down on the +couch with him and told him of my conversation with Karen. He was +upset, he had no idea that I would be read, he didn't even think +of it. (Which was foolish on both of our parts.) And agreed with +what Karen had said. We agreed that we would only date until I was +more comfortable with my new role and then would decide if it +should go any further. We sat in each others arms for what must +have been hours. I got up and fixed a lite dinner of salad, soup +and some cheese and fruit and we went to bed early. We didn't make +love that night and just fell asleep in each others arms. +We got up early the next morning. Rogers mother was bringing the +girls over and He had to get into a meeting early. I got up before +5:30 and got into the shower. I noticed how my nipples had grown +in the past few days and how swollen my breasts were. I decided not +to wear the breast forms today. I put on my cincher and fastened +the hooks at the tightest point. Pushing everything into place, I +found my form becoming much more feminine, my hips were fuller and +my breasts were enlarged with areolae the size of silver dollars +and my nipples were erect and blossoming like rosebuds on my chest. +I was going into the city to meet Marie at the office before I was +to visit the doctor today and was to dress appropriately. I put on +a pair of suntan pantyhose, sheer to the waist, and my ivory cami +and tap pants. I didn't even wear a bra. The cami was too snug for +me to wear with my padding, without it fit perfectly. I had a very +feminine shape, almost a B-cup without any help. I was very happy +with my progress. I sat down at the dressing table and took the +towel off my head. After about half an hour of blow drying my hair +and using a curling iron, I was pleased with the look. Quite +business like. I took a large black bow-clip and gathered the back +into the clip. I loved the feeling of the bow in my hair. I did my +makeup. The requisite foundation, today softer than I had been +wearing, I used alot of powder. A blusher and a little coverup for +under my eyes. I used a lighter pink to gold shadow and my usual +amount of mascara, liner and a final clear mascara coat. I did my +lips in a more subdued red, bordering on a burgundy and since I had +some time, I did my nails in a matching color. Today I was going +to wear my grey suit. Marie had packed for me a beautiful cream +silk blouse with faux pearl buttons down the back and a high +collar. The sleeves were gathered high on the wrists and the blouse +had three button cuffs, also in faux pearls. The suit had a +tailored jacket with a moderate peplum to the single breasted +jacket. The skirt was business length, tapered, with a slit up the +back. I put on the blouse and had to have Roger help me with the +buttons. I decided to wear a half slip and put it on. The skirt was +snug, but the slit allowed for movement. With the skirt, I wore a +2" wide grey reptile print belt and a pair of matching Charles +Jordan cut away pumps with a 3 1/2" heal. Faux pearl drop earring +jackets with my real pearl studs, and my 20" pearl necklace. I wore +a small bracelet an a gold Cartier watch. I felt I was set for the +day. It was almost 7:15 and we had to catch the 7:45 train, I went +outside to wait for Roger at the car not wanting to be there when +the girls arrived. +I saw Rogers mothers car drive up and the girls get out. The twins +were adorable, they were so cute in their matching school dresses. +Sandy got out and I saw what Karen meant. She was wearing a grey +stone washed denim skirt and a pair of matching pumps. She wore a +black sweater with leather patches and tassels. Her hair was long +and blonde, almost to her waist. She was obviously quite well +developed for her age and the tight sweater definitely showed her +attributes. I heard them go inside and talk to Roger. From the +sound of his voice, he was obviously happy to see them. There was +a pause in the conversation and all of a sudden I heard Roger come +out to me and say, "Vicki, I want you to meet my mother and my +daughters." I didn't know what to say. I thought Roger wanted to +hold off and slow things down. I hesitantly went into the kitchen +and met the girls and Rogers mother, "Ladies, this is Victoria +Escovar a business associate of mine, who is also a friend, we are +riding into the city today together and I wanted to introduce you." +Both Mrs. Colter and the twins were most gracious, Sandy was a +little stand-offish but was not rude. I introduced myself and +reminded Roger that we had a train to catch. I could see if I was +going to have any chance of having a relationship with Roger and +his family, I had a lot of work to do. We took the train into the +city, it was an uneventful ride. Roger hailed a cab at Grand +central and dropped me off at Marie's office. I had forgotten that +this was also MY office, or at least John's office. Roger told me +to relax and not to worry, he said I looked great, no one would +know. He kissed me goodbye and said he would call me later. I said +goodbye and entered the lobby of the building. I went over to the +phone in the lobby and saw people I knew at the newsstand. I began +to get nervous as I called Marie. She was not very understanding +and said I should come up to the reception desk to meet her. I +hesitantly got on the elevator and saw Larry one of the traffic +managers for the agency standing there with a couple of other +people. I got on the elevator and thought that Larry was undressing +me with his eyes. He had a reputation for being a leach, but until +you've experienced it as a woman, you do not know what the word +means.I went into the reception area and saw Lisa, the +receptionist. She was, as unusual, a knockout, dressed in a cute +short black sheath dress, but a real bubble head. She asked who I +was going to see, and I told her Marie. She asked me to take a seat +while she paged her. I sat down and crossed my legs. It took some +time for Marie to come out for me. I must of been looked over by +half the men in the agency. I hoped it was because of my looks, not +because they were trying to figure out where they had met me +before. Marie finally came out and was quite pleased with my +appearance, "You look wonderful Victoria, I have to show you around +the agency." +I thought Marie was doing this to unnerve me. I was not going to +let her. I reluctantly took my purse and followed Marie around +while she introduced me to everyone I already knew. She made a +point of saying that I was interviewing for the Junior A.E. +position next week at the new creative group. I seemed to pass the +test until I got to the studio. I had worked there for over a year +and Marie took her time to show me around. I just wanted to get out +of there. Finally she introduced me to Kim, the girl I had worked +next to for so long. Kim was always kind of aloof with me, I +thought she was a Lesbian, although she was always well dressed and +very pretty, not the butch type, she was not very close to any men +that I knew of. Kim was most glad to meet me and was very +conversant, I think she said more words to me today than she had +ever said before. Marie left me in the studio while she took a +call. Kim kept talking to me and started questioning me if she had +known me before, I assured her that she hadn't and was getting a +bit nervous until Marie came back and rescued me. Noticing Kim's +attraction to me, Marie said, "You two girls seem to get along, why +don't you grab lunch together this week. I'm sure Vicki would love +to have a friend in town and you two i'm sure have alot in common." +How could she do this, Marie was putting me in particularly +difficult situations on purpose. What was this, some kind of test? +I said a halfhearted goodbye to Kim and Marie and I left to go to +the doctors. I had a ten o'clock appointment and was a little late. +The nurse brought me into the examining room and asked me to remove +my clothes and put on a dressing gown while I waited for the +Doctor. I had no idea what Marie had planned for me now. I was +uncomfortable in the cold room and did not have much solace +exposing myself in this feminized state to another person. +Dr. Tullis came in, she was very clinical and did not have the +greatest bedside manner. She put me up into stirrups and poked and +prodded all around my groin. She examined my breasts and felt all +over my neck and back. She then had the nurse prepare several +injections, most of which were given in my backside. Upon finishing +her examination, she asked me to get dressed and join her and Marie +in her office. I knocked on the office door and entered the office. +Marie and Dr. Tullis had been talking for some time. Dr. Tullis got +right to the point. "Victoria, you are an excellent candidate for +reassignment. We are going to start the procedures in the next few +months. You will be on increased dosages of hormones until you are +prepared for reassignment surgery. +I expect that this is what you want?" I was shocked that they were +talking surgery. I thought about what I had promised to Marie, what +I promised Karen, the fact that I was falling in love with Roger. +My present physical appearance, and what would happen to me if I +said no. I looked at Marie and then at Dr. Tullis and said, YES. +Marie came over and hugged me and said, "Vicki, honey, you will +never regret this decision." I wasn't sure about surgery, but, +considering everything that had happened, I was prepared to become +a woman in every way. + +(To be continued) + +-- +Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl4.txt +Archive-author: Kathy Harrison +Archive-title: Working Girl - 4 + + +In our previous episodes, John had been transformed into Vicki by +his boss Marie. Marie feels that not only can she gain some +personal gratification from dominating and transforming this +pitiful male, but by making him/her successful, she could +financially benefit from Vicki's success. In the last episode, +Vicki falls for Roger, a successful, divorced, business executive +with Marie's largest client. Vicki has decided to accept her new +role and go through with Marie's plans. And now the continuing +story of the Working Girl. +********************************************************** +I left the doctors office, a little apprehensive about my future. +Marie had to go back to the office, she left me with her credit +card and said that I needed to go shopping for some more clothes +for work, she said that I better get the right clothes and be +acceptable for my new job. I took a cab uptown to Bloomingdales and +spent the rest of the afternoon spending a fortune on all sorts of +outfits. I bought a white linen suit with a short slim skirt and +a very fitted button front jacket that had a stand up collar. It +was quite elegant. I bought a beautiful black silk oriental dress, +with gold trim and a slit skirt. The dress fit me like a glove +showed off all of my attributes. I bought several more business +suits, a blue pinstripe, a red Halston with a severe silhouette and +a pronounced peplum, a pretty royal blue jacket with a matching +blue sheath dress, a herringbone suit with a shorter jacket. I also +bought several dresses, a jade green silk dress with a full pleated +skirt and a drop waist, a pink floral dress, with long sleeves and +tapered skirt, a tan shirtwaist, a beautiful two piece white on +white with a short skirt and a peplum top. I went wild in the +sweater department and bought several of the prettiest sweaters I +had ever seen and a white angora sweater dress the I would +definitely be Rogers "kitten" in huddled next to him one night by +a roaring fire. I bought several bras, panties, camisoles, garter +belts, two new corsets, a sexy merry widow, several pairs of +stockings, two baby dolls, a black teddy and a beautiful long black +lace nightgown. I bought a kicky black sequin backless mini dress +and a pink satin bustier dress with a wide peplum and a short tight +skirt. I bought several pairs of pumps in assorted heights and +colors, particularly a pair of pink satin pumps with 5" heals and +a matching clutch to match my new dress. I bought a beautiful pair +of white high healed boots and a pair of black riding type boots. +I picked up a couple of pairs of jeans and a pair of black stirrup +stretch pants. I even bought a black leather coat with a embossed +print and a long wool pant coat in a pretty fawn color. I spent +several hours in the jewelry department and bought seven pairs of +earrings, two bracelets and a set of black onyx beads. By the time +I was done, I was exhausted from all of the time back and forth +from the fitting rooms and I had spent almost $8,000. Marie said +to get what I needed, I was praying that she would not be too mad. +I had the things sent over to the apartment and stopped over at the +office to meet Marie for dinner. She ended up having a business +appointment and said that I should just go home and wait for her. +At about 9:00 she called and said to get dressed, very sexy, I was +to meet her at Obsessions at 11:00, I asked if she had seen Roger, +she said no and hung up. I was confused, what was going on, not +protesting, I went upstairs and took a shower. I got out and tied +my hair up in a towel. I went a little wild on my makeup +particularly my libertine use of violet eye shadow and sexy red +pouty lips, I was really going to town and after about 20 minutes +with a blow dryer, a quart of hairspray and a lot of brushing, my +hair was a wild mane of red. I put on my black corset and pulled +it tight, I put on my black lace stockings and straightened the +seams then attached them to the garters on the corset. I pulled on +my black g-string panties that only have the bow on top of the +crack of my ass. I put on my skin tight red leather bustier dress +and zipped it up. It fit me like a second skin. The skirt was +short, almost to my stocking tops. I wore a short black satin +bolero jacket and my highest black patent pumps, almost 5 1/2 +inches. I put on huge gold hoops and a gold cuff, lots of Opium +perfume and I was off. I arrived at the club about 5 minutes late, +Marie was waiting at the bar impatiently. "Where were you?" she +said peevishly, as she looked at her watch. "I had to get finished +getting dressed, you wanted me to look my sexiest." I replied, "You +should of hurried, but you look exactly the way I wanted you to, +so its OK this time. I wanted you to come down here because I need +you to take care of one of my out of town clients, I didn't know +what to do when he showed up with his Italian associate. That one +is crazy and doesn't want to stop partying. I wanted to talk to my +client, but the Italian guy, Antonio, wont leave me alone. I want +you to take care of him. I need to keep him happy in order for my +client to be happy and I also need to keep him out of the way. Take +care of him and just get him back to the hotel by morning so that +he can catch his plane. And remember I want him happy!" I felt very +cheep, Marie was using me and I didn't like it. She looked at me +and said, "I spoke to Roger today, he likes you alot, but I need +you to do this for me and I promise I wont ask you often, OK?" I +reluctantly agreed. Marie snickered and said, "Besides, you never +really know if you are in love with a man until you have a few more +men inside of you to get a REAL comparison!" With that she +introduced me to her client Bill, an older man about in his mid +50's and Antonio, a VERY Italian black haired, mustached man in +his mid 40's, wearing too much cologne and about 4 gold chains +hanging down onto his very hairy chest. Considering how I was +dressed, his cock almost ripped through his tight pants as he took +my hand to kiss me hello. Marie started right in talking to Bill +leaving Antonio to me, he had very broken English and started +playing grab ass as soon as I sat down with him. I figured we would +be safer out on the dance floor so I led him out to the middle of +the floor where I thought it would be safest. I was right until a +slow dance came on and I found myself plastered to him again with +his hands grabbing my leather encased ass and grinding his +obviously huge cock into me. I figured that if I was going to live +up to my deal with Marie, I had better play along with him. We +danced for about two hours, Marie and Bill had already left, +Antonio, the chauvinist that he was, took my hand and said we were +going back to his hotel. I was very uncomfortable about this . I +didn't think he had any idea of what kind of girl I was, I was +hoping that he was so drunk, that by the time we got back to the +hotel, he would pass out. We arrived at the Helmsley Plaza and he +took me up to his suite. He ended up not being that drunk after all +and I got nervous. He didn't waist any time, as soon as we got into +the suite he grabbed me and started kissing me deeply, I felt so +vulnerable with him. The animal in him both disgusted me and +slightly turned me on. I was still scared to death of him finding +out, but there was nothing I could do. He forced me to my knees and +unzipped his fly and pulled out the largest cock I had ever seen, +It must have been all of 10" and very thick. He looked down at me +and said "Suck it bitch", I slowly took the huge member in my +mouth. I withdrew for a second to catch my breath and noticed my +lipstick mark surrounding the massive member. He pulled my head +back and stuck his rod in my mouth again, shoving it deep in my +throat. I did all I could do to keep from choking on it. Slowly my +throat relaxed and I was able to take more of him. I had my hand +wrapped completely around its base and I still had 6" in my throat. +He grabbed my head and began fucking my face, pushing my hand away +so that he could get more inside of me. I gagged and gagged as the +cock was forced all the way down my throat. Finally he pulled out +and let me catch my breath, starting up again as soon as he thought +I was ready. Finally he let loose a torrent of cum into my mouth, +pulling out to spray my face and titties with his gooey fluid. +Laughing as he left me on the floor catching my breath. I felt +totally violated, but I had not felt anything yet. He picked me up +off the floor and brought me into the bedroom. He reached behind +me and pulled down the zipper on my dress. letting it slide to the +floor. I stepped out of the dress and sat on the bed. He started +kissing me again and played with my small pert breasts, he even +licked his own cum off my face and chest. I couldn't believe it. +He asked if I liked the taste of cum. He had been with both men and +women and had learned to like it himself. I was shocked at what I +was hearing, As his hands probed my body, he figured out that I +wasn't the GIRL he thought I was, although that didn't stop him, +as a matter of fact, it seamed to get him even more turned on! +He reached into his suitcase and took out several items. I went +pale when I saw them. First he bound my hands behind me with +leather wrist restraints. I was going to scream until he put a ball +gag in my mouth. He put a wide black leather belt tightly around +my waist and a leather collar around my neck. He then undid my +wrists and ended up putting another wrist restraint on my other +wrist and bound my wrists to my ankles. He then spent about 20 +minutes elaborately tying me, with ropes, into a series of screw +eyes that he had put in the doorway to the bedroom. When he was +done, I was suspended in the doorway, hung from the ceiling and the +sides of the doorway by the ropes that were fed through the brass +loops on the harnesses that bound me. My legs were spread wide and +my ass was raised high in the air. My head was held up by a rope +through the collar. My ankles were tied wide apart to the base of +the doorway and I was perched on my heals that were actually locked +to the floor by an elaborate device. I could not move. I was so +scared I thought I was going to faint. He cut my panties off and +stood behind me rubbing his hard cock on my little rosebud. Finally +he plunged into me and I let out a yelp, straining against the +ropes as he jammed his massive rod into my backside. He began to +pump and push almost all 10" into my body, it hurt like hell, I +thought he was going to rip me apart. Finally after what seemed +like an hour, I loosened up and he came, finally, into my bottom. +He caught some of the cum that came out after he pulled out of me +and rubbed it on my face and tweaked my sore nipples. I was hanging +there crying as he rested, waiting to defile me again. He fucked +me several more times before dawn. At one point he pulled a chair +in front of me, sat down, removed the gag and lowered my head to +receive his cock. He grabbed my hair and forced himself into me. +He came one more time and I must of passed out, because when I woke +up, I was lying on the bed, with none of the restraints on. He was +gone, and I thought that my whole body was covered with his dried +cum. My ass was incredibly sore and cum was dripping from it as +well as my mouth. It was even caked in my hair. My nipples were +sore and red from being sucked and bitten and my little cock was +even sore, he must have sucked me off after I passed out. He left +$200 in the bra of my corset, like I was some cheep whore. It was +after 11:00 am and he must of left to catch his plane. I started +crying uncontrollably and ran into the shower to wash off the mess. +I slumped down in the shower and sobbed for almost an hour. I had +been raped, it was a horrible experience. I was furious with Marie +that she would ever put me in this position. I hated her for doing +this to me. I couldn't call her, but I couldn't leave, I couldn't +find my dress, he must have taken it. My stockings were torn and +my panties were ripped. I was about to have a nervous breakdown, +finally I picked up the phone and dialed. The phone was answered, +I called Roger's private line, I was bawling uncontrollably when +he answered. I was incoherent until he got me to calm down. When +I finally told him what had happened and where I was, he rushed +right over. He got to the door and I was both hysterical and +embarrassed, he held me, and at first I pushed him away. I had been +violated! I didn't want him to be so close. Finally I relaxed +slightly and he gently held me and stroked my hair, whispering that +he would protect me and that I would be alright, I was his Kitten +and no one would hurt me anymore. I began to feel better. When he +felt I would be OK, he went down to the ladies shop in the Hotel +and bought me a gorgeous cream lace dress with a Victorian lace +bodice, a drop waist and a full skirt, a ivory corselette, a +beautiful pair of ivory lace panties, a pair of cream lace +stockings and a pair of pretty, strappy, winter white high healed +sandals. He also brought me some assorted cosmetics and hair care +accessories. When he came back I fixed my makeup the best I could, +fixed my hair and tied it back in a cream colored ribbon that +matched the dress, I put on the outfit and it fit as if I had tried +it on. I buckled the dainty straps of the sandals around my ankles. +I felt pretty and safe again. Roger was my protector and I loved +him. He took me out of the Hotel and brought me over to the company +apartment on Park Ave. No one was scheduled to be there all week +and I could stay there until he could work something else out. I +called Bloomies and asked to have my things delivered to the +Apartment instead of Marie's. Roger called her and explained what +had happened. She was very sorry and apologetic, but Roger +explained that she should stay away for a couple of days until I +had calmed down. She said that she understood and said she would +call by the end of the week. Roger had to go back to the office +that afternoon. I said that it was alright, even though I knew I +would be a basket case. Roger had done too much already, I didn't +want to take anymore time on account of me. I kissed him goodbye, +he said he would stop by later. When he left, I sat on the bed and +cried. About 4:00 the packages arrived and I changed into jeans and +a oversized sweatshirt I had bought. I sat around and watched +television until Roger showed up. I was so glad to see him and he +seemed most happy, "Vicki honey, I think you need something to +concentrate on to get your mind off of this. There has been an +opening in our internal account management group and I want you to +take the job. If you want it, its yours. You need a little more +room from Marie and I want you to have something to do sooner +rather than later. I thought about it for a second and agreed. I +would start training tomorrow. I didn't want Roger to leave, but +I knew he would have to. Before he left, he turned to me and said, +"Darling, I want to be with you all the time. Give me a couple of +weeks to work things out and then you can come live with us, i'm +sure I can work it out with the girls, the Twins will love you and +i'm sure we can convince Sandy to accept you. Then we could be +married!" I jumped up and kissed him, thats all I wanted to hear. + +(To be continued) +-- +Archive-name: Changes/wrkgirl5.txt +Archive-author: Kathy Harrison +Archive-title: Working Girl - 5 + + +This is the continuing story of Vicki and her transformation from +being a miserable man, working as a paste up artist for Marie, a +tough and beautiful boss, to being a beautiful young woman. In +our last episode, Vicki went through a harrowing experience in +which she was raped. Roger, her boyfriend, came to her aid and +has started to help her through that difficult experience. +And now the continuing story of The Working Girl.......... +************************************************************ +It was still early when Roger left and I didn't want to be alone. +I picked up the phone and called the one person who I knew would +understand how I felt. Lori, the beautiful young "NIECE" of the +salon operator that Marie had taken me to. Lori was once a boy as +well and was now a beautiful young college co-ed. Lori was most +sympathetic and said that she would be right over to spend the +night with me. I felt much better and 20 minutes later there was +a call from the doorman that Lori had arrived. I met her at the +elevator. Lori was more beautiful than ever. She wore a green +pucker-knit mini dress and black patent pumps. She wore her hair +up and her features were more beautiful than I had remembered +them. She was not wearing a bra and her large, firm breasts were +straining against the stretch material of the dress, her nipples +quite apparent through the fabric. We hugged and kissed each +other in the hall and Lori turned to me and said, "Don't worry +Vicki dear, everything is going to be OK. I'm here and will stay +with you until you are feeling better." We went into the +apartment and Lori put away her overnight bag. I fixed her a +drink and began to recount the horrible story of last night. Lori +became very disturbed with Marie for putting me in that position +and did not seem too happy with Roger for leaving me alone for +the night as well. I asked her not to be too mad with Roger, he +had to get back to the children, their governess was ill and +could not take care of them. Lori understood and apologized for +being so angry with him. Besides he had gotten me the apartment +and did come to my rescue. +Lori suggested that I take a long hot bath and she would do my +hair for my first day of work tomorrow. She said I should wear a +french braid with a large velvet bow. I said that would be a +wonderful idea. She fixed me a bubble bath and got me undressed. +She noticed that my breasts were coming along nicely. Almost a +full B-cup, she asked if my mother had large breasts and I said, +"Huge... almost legendary," as I remembered the services my +mother used to provide to the many men who visited her. Lori said +good, you will fill out quite nicely. I didn't realize that my +genetic makeup would dictate the development of my breasts, I +don't think I could handle it if they were as large as my +mothers. Lori went inside to get ready for bed as I took the +wonderful bath that she prepared for me. +As I was lying in the tub, Lori entered the bathroom. She stood +there stark naked. Her body was unbelievable. Her breasts were +large round globes with perfectly formed nipples protruding from +them. Her waist was thin and perfectly proportioned against her +wide, feminine hips. She still had quite a substantial cock +protruding from her crotch, although her balls were being +chemically reduced through the hormone treatments. Her hair was +pinned up exposing her perfectly proportioned neck. She was one +beautiful woman. She knelt by the tub and started to bathe me +with a soft cloth. I moaned as she touched my stiffening nipple +and relished her touch. The tub was very large and I asked her to +join me. In no time she was next to me and we were touching and +kissing each other. I loved feeling her next to me and her touch +was overwhelming. After about 20 minutes of foreplay in the tub, +we couldn't take it any more. We got out, quickly dried ourselves +off and jumped into bed to continue our lovemaking. I started +sucking on her nipples and she on mine. We were two women in +heat, lusting for each other. We finally positioned ourselves in +a "69" and started sucking each others cocks. After the horrible +experience of the other night, I thought I would have a problem +with intimacy, but this was something else entirely. I loved the +feelings that she gave to me. After a considerable amount of time +sucking each other, we came and fell exhausted on the bed. +I awoke huddled up against Lori, her arms around me and my back +to her. She was kissing my earlobe and playing with my nipples. +While I was asleep, she had lubricated her cock and was slowly +touching it against my little rosebud. She wrapped her arms +firmly around me, kissing my exposed neck and started to push her +cock inside of me. I was a little sore at first, but I quickly +opened up to accept her. She felt so good inside of me. After +making love to me for about 20 minutes, we switched and I entered +her. She felt wonderful as she pulled me deep inside of her. I +finally came into her backside and collapsed beside her. It was +getting late and I had a big day coming up. My hair was still a +little wet, she finished drying it and showed me how to do a +french braid. I braided hers as well. We looked like sisters, it +was such fun. I wore my jade green teddy to bed she wore a black +lace one and we fell asleep in each others arms. +I awoke the next morning early, Lori was already up and was +wearing a cute workout unitard. I still couldn't believe how +perfect her body was. We sat and had some coffee for a few +minutes then I started to get ready for work. Lori didn't have to +be in for classes until noon so she could help me. I took a quick +shower and shaved any errant hairs, A light dusting of powder and +I put on my paisley silk robe. Lori helped me with my makeup. She +gave me an appropriate business look, coppery eye shadow, a dark +pink blush and a rust shaded lipstick. Lori even did my nails in +a matching color. I looked great, quite the businesswoman when +she was done. I was going to wear my new brick red suede suit +today and the suit was cut to be worn with or without a blouse. I +wanted to wear it without, so I needed the appropriate under +garment. I had a beautiful copper satin cami and tap set with +deep rust lace trim that would be perfect. +I first put on my waist cincher and Lori adjusted the ties and +helped me down to a 23" waist. after catching my breath I +attached the garters of the cincher to beautiful new dark tan +stockings that I had bought. They were extreamly sheer and made +my legs look oh so sexy. I pulled on the tap pants, they were +cut high on the leg and were very pretty. I pulled on the +camisole and found it to fit a little snug. I still needed to +lose a couple of pounds to be a size 5. The camisole covered my +breasts and extenuated their contours. I was taking on quite a +feminine form. My nipples showed clearly through the filmy +fabric. I put on the skirt, it was fully lined so I decided not +to wear a slip. It fit wonderfully. It was a straight cut and +came just above the knee with a slit in the back. The jacket was +a short cut and was double breasted without lapels. It was very +femininely tailored and had squared, padded shoulders. The jacket +closed with two gold buttons and the final look was quite +businesslike, but sexy as well, with a bit of my cami showing as +I moved. I stepped into the matching pumps that I had bought for +the outfit. They were 4" cutaways with ankle straps in the same +rust suede. I wore my large gold knot earrings, a beautiful new +18" gold chain necklace that Roger gave me with a matching +bracelet and my gold watch. Lori fastened a black velvet bow onto +my french braid. I felt and looked gorgeous! It was cold out +today, so I decided to wear Marie's fox coat that she loaned me, +after all I wasn't THAT mad at her that I wouldn't wear her +clothes. I had purchased a Feragamo suede purse that was a close +match for my outfit. I gave myself a generous spray of Halston +and I was off for the office. +I arrived at Devon just after 8:30 after a cab ride downtown to +the office just off 7th and 37th. in the middle of the Fashion +district. I went up to the offices and waited for Roger. He +kissed me hello and whispered in my ear, "You look so good, I +want to make love to you right now," I giggled and whispered +back, "Roger, we must keep up our business appearances you know." +We both laughed and he escorted me back to the account group. +When I got back there, there was already an office set up for me +with my name out front "Ms. Victoria Escovar." I got to meet my +co workers and was assigned to a Senior Account Rep. named +David Schwartz. David was a nice man, but was not exactly what +you would call a dynamic personality. He was from the "old +school" of the garment district. And everything was done a +certain way, the way it had always been done. I could see a +potential for problems here. I was assigned a secretary named +Julie Meyers, she was fresh out of secretarial school and seemed +more nervous than I was. She was very cute and quite personable. +I was introduced to my new boss Al Grogan. Al certainly had an +eye for the ladies and his eyes were all over me. I think he +didn't like the idea of having me hired without his review, but +after he got a look at me, I don't think it really mattered +anymore. I began to realize as the morning went on that my +appearance was both a benefit and a burden. I was given a lot of +benefit of the doubt, in terms of my credentials and background +for the job, because of my relationship with Roger and my looks. +But I thought I may have a problem being taken seriously. I found +that being a woman in a man's world, and I didn't realize how +much the apparel industry was a man's world, was not so easy. +I might just be becoming a feminist. At 11:00 we had a group +meeting for all of the A.E.'s. I was introduced as the new +associate and met my co-workers. There was Jill Stewart, she was +very much like Marie, tough, smart and beautiful. John Grossman, +he was sort of the lecherous type. He reminded me of Dan on Night +Court. Joyce Snyder, Joyce was a very large, very boisterous +woman. She was very nice to me and I liked her. David, my new +associate and Jonathan Jordan. Jonathan was another story +altogether. For the first time, I looked at a man as a lustful +woman would. Not that I didn't love Roger, but Jonathan was +gorgeous. He looked like Mel Gibson, WOW! When I was introduced +to him, he kissed my hand. I got weak in the knees. Jill gave me +a bit of a scowl, I think that they have something going. I would +have to watch myself around Jill and Jonathan. I was assigned two +new retail chains that we were distributing to. Most of my work +was done on the phone and David showed me the ropes. I picked up +quick and really began to get the hang of it. Most of what I was +doing so far was following up on David's orders and making sure +that inventory was correct. It wasn't hard, but took a little +getting used to the system. By the end of the day I was tired, +but happy. I really liked this job and I think I was pretty good +at it as well. Roger came back and checked on me at the end of +the day. I thanked him profusely for the opportunity and promised +him I wouldn't let him down. He had to be back home again that +evening, but promised me that I could come stay with him again +for the weekend, while the children stayed with his mother. We +stopped for a quick drink at his club before he had to catch the +train home and he got me a cab home for the night. I kissed him +goodbye and didn't want to let him go, but I had to. Never in my +life could I have thought that I could have the feelings that I +was having. For Roger, and I loved him so, for Jonathan, which +was purely a sexual attraction, and for Lori, in a caring +relationship, woman to woman. So many things were happening to me +and I knew so many more would continue to take place that I could +never imagine. +(To be continued) + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkstiff.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkstiff.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..41960211 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrkstiff.txt @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +WORKING STIFFS + + Donna and I work in different departments at work, but because our offices +are close by, we see each other a lot. When I first met her, we seemed to hit +it off quite well. I still remember the nervous thrill I felt the first time I +asked her out to lunch. From our conversation, I found that we had a lot of +mutual interests, and we soon became good friends. + At first I kept our relationship platonic, intending to be faithful to +my wife. Donna and I always enjoyed each other's company, and I always felt +buoyed up by her carefree attitude toward life. Over time, however, we started +flirting. Donna is an outrageous flirt - sometimes she'd ask me to guess what +color underwear she had on, then after teasing me for a while, she'd finally +give me a glimpse of the edge of her panties under her business suit. Sometimes +I'd get a nice look at her gorgeous legs as she'd lift up her skirt. Other +times she would unbutton her blouse to show me her bra strap, and I would see +the soft curves of her fantastic breasts. My favorite bra was tan and +transparent; it would treat me to the sight of her hard dark nipples trying to +poke through the thin fabric. What really made me crazy was the way she teased +me with her eyes. Donna is a beautiful blonde with dramatic eyes that are +always nicely enhanced by makeup. Even now when she looks at me, I feel that I +could just melt and float away. + One time, after we had been teasing and flirting with each other for a +year, we went on a business trip together. In the brief spare time we had on +the trip, we had a great time talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's +company. At one point, I was sitting in a chair next to her in her hotel room, +watching TV, when she took out a bottle of body lotion and rubbed it all over +her smooth legs. Her legs looked just fine that evening in her white shorts, +but all I could do was sit next to her, quiver, shake, and pretend that I +wasn't affected. She could probably tell by the way my hands twitched that +I ached to rub in the lotion myself, but I must have known subconsciously that +once I got my hands on her, there would be no stopping. That night after I went +to my room, I masturbated to a sweet, powerful orgasm while dreaming about +Donna wrapping her soft, smooth legs around me. + On the way home, we had some pleasant private time on the plane. Because +of flight delays, the airline provided drinks, and we had a few brandies. We +laughed and giggled at everything we talked about, and had a wonderful time. +During a tender moment, something came over me, and I got up enough courage to +reach over and hold her hand. It seemed to signify something special, and I +could see her flush deep red. I felt red myself, and my heart pounded away. +She looked so sweet that I could have eaten her up right there on the plane. +To this day, she still gives me a hard time about waiting until we were on the +way home before I touched her. + We learned it would be about two weeks before we'd have the chance to be +alone again on a trip, and until then it was the longest, most exquisite +foreplay I've ever had. We teased each other unmercifully at work, and kissed +and hugged in the car whenever we'd have the chance. At lunch I would gaze in +her eyes and melt from the sensuous look she'd give me. We'd both flush from +the thought that the wait was almost over. + Finally, our next trip was arranged. The first night, we took our clients +out to dinner. Since everyone pleaded being tired afterward, they headed home +while Donna and I went back to my hotel room. I pulled her to me for a kiss. She +kissed my cheeks and neck while we hugged and squeezed each other. Then we used +our tongues to explore each other's mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss. "It feels +so good to hold you close," I whispered. She sighed her agreement as our bodies +meshed closer. I rubbed her ass and held her tightly, pressing my hard-on +against her. She pushed back and whispered, "You feel warm in there." + I started rubbing her chest through her blouse, and Donna moaned her +encouragement. When I gently pinched her stiff nipples through the thin material +of her blouse, she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. I unbuttoned her +blouse at a leisurely pace, teasing her to pay her back for what she'd been +doing to me these past months. + Donna let go of me, allowing me to slip her blouse off her arms, then in +a quick motion, she unsnapped her bra. It slid off her shoulders and arms, +treating me to the sight of her breasts, full and heavy, capped by dark +nipples now stiff with arousal. But before I could bend down to kiss her nipples +and lavish attention on her tits, Donna dropped to her knees. She pulled off +my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants. When she pulled them off, +my hard cock bulged inside my boxer shorts. She reached inside the fly to +tease my balls, then smiled wickedly as she looked up to see my reaction. + After a moment, she pulled the waistband of my boxer shorts down, gently +easing them past my erection down to the floor. She stood up, and I unbuttoned +and removed her skirt before pushing her back on the bed and climbing on top of +her. As her nipples rubbed against my chest, my cock pressed against her soft +stomach and her silken panties. She spread her legs so I could make better +contact against her mound. She moaned appreciatively as my swollen member slid +up and down between the lips of her slit with only her wet panties separating +us. I quivered as her lips seemed to grab at me through the moist fabric. + I rolled onto my side, touched her under the chin, and moved my hand down +her neck, caressing her between the curves of her breasts. As I circled down +around her navel, she became perfectly still, and her breasts rose and fell +with her increased breathing. When my fingers moved back and forth under the +elastic of her panties, her hips wiggled and she spread her thighs a bit more. +I pulled her panties down, letting my fingers trail lightly over her damp hair. +She raised her hips to help, and I tossed her dripping panties off the bed. + I bent over to kiss her on the neck and worked my way down to her chest, +licking and nibbling her breasts. Saving them for last, I delicately tongued +her nipples, lightly flicking the hard tips. I thought it would be best if I +teased her this way for a half hour or so, but within ten seconds, I was +firmly sucking on her left nipple, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to +stimulate the hard point. Soon I switched to her right breast, which I gently, +then firmly, sucked and rubbed. "Oh, that feels so good," Donna sighed. I +worked back and forth on her nipples, listening to her moan in pleasure. + Donna reached down to lightly caress my balls with the tips of her +fingers, and I shifted over a little to make it easier. My cock felt as hard as +a rock as she lightly moved her fingers up and down my shaft. Then she +squeezed the head, rubbing it with the precome that oozed out of the tip. I +couldn't moan, what with a mouthful of soft, sensitive breast, but my whole +body tensed and shook as she continued to rub the head of my cock. I applied +myself more to her tits, pressing them together so I could lavish my lips and +tongue on both nipples at once. + Then I moved on top of her, feeling her pubic hair graze my balls as we +pressed together. I shifted so my penis was between her legs, rubbing directly +along her slit without entering. As I moved up and down, sliding my cock along +her wet opening, Donna moaned and pulled me tighter. At the start of each +movement, the head of my cock would press against her opening, then slip down +without entering. The feeling was exquisitely intense and pleasurable. Every +time I came close to entering her, Donna would tremble and I would moan and +whimper louder and louder. I intended to tease her for as long as possible, +but there was no question as to who was teasing whom. + Finally, my throbbing penis slid inside Donna, and she pushed her hips up +as I thrust inside her to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around me as we merged +in a love rhythm, her hips and ass rising to meet my every thrust. The +sensation was incredible, better than in my wildest dreams! Soon Donna's whole +body trembled in orgasm as I pushed harder and faster. She twitched and quaked +as the pressure built up inside me. I felt like she was squeezing the whole +length of my cock with some tight muscle inside her. The pleasure was so +intense. Then she whispered in my ear, using her most sultry voice, "I'm +going to squeeze you harder and harder. I'm holding you inside me, milking +your penis for the juices. I want your juices inside me, and I'm going to hold +you and squeeze your penis until I get it." + I could feel my need to come building up, like a thermometer registering +a high fever. "This is what you get for teasing me," I said. "Every time you +tease me, this will be the consequence." "Promises, promises," she replied. She +pushed against me harder, and I strained to get inside her as deeply as +possible. "I'm going to come," I moaned as I slowed down, feeling the pleasure +wash over me. + I squirted inside her, and moaned loudly with the intensity of it. My +sweat was dripping onto her face and neck. She continued to squeeze and milk +me inside her. I felt so sensitive it almost hurt, but I couldn't actually +pull away enough to escape the heavenly feeling. + We lay together petting and whispering to each other, basking in our +juices. After a while, we moved to the dry side of the bed and fell into a +deep, satisfying sleep, enveloped in each other's arms. + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrldstop.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrldstop.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5bd91055 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrldstop.txt @@ -0,0 +1,172 @@ +Archive-name: world-stop + +He was shopping in a department store. He'd been there for two hours and +he was bored and drowsy. He was in the hardware department, looking for +some obscure sprinkler attachment. He wanted to get out of there, go home, +and kick back. Suddenly there was an intense flash in his peripheral +vision of a pretty women disappearing down an aisle. He followed her +greedily. + +She was a teenager. She was showing off her sun-tanned legs by wearing +short shorts. She walked gracefully like a cat. Her flawless bronze skin +flowed over curves and muscles. She wore sandals on her small feet, with +long decorative laces that criss-crossed up around her ankles and calves +like bondage straps, and were finally tied with an elaborate bow just below +the knee. Her toenails were painted carefully. The tops of her feet were +just as dark brown and smooth as her legs, but the bottoms were cream- +colored and crinkly. He stared hungrily at her high-arched insteps; the +border where the color and texture changed. For some reason those dainty +two-tone feet of hers fascinated him like nothing else. + +She wore a halter top, which could barely halt her. Her saucy midriff was +exposed for everyone to see and her navel was cute. Her shorts were tight +enough to reveal the V-shape where her flat tummy tucked up between her +legs. She had straight sun-bleached hair that rested gently on her back +and also fell forward onto her chest. She would often fling it over her +shoulder to get it out of her eyes, or would nervously twist a strand with +one hand. + +When she would stop to look at something, she would place one foot pointing +forward and place the other far away and at right angles, pointing to the +side, then she would shift her weight back and forth as though she were +fidgeting. She did this absentmindedly. It came naturally to her and +girls like her. She did not realize that it was sexy: that he could enjoy +a frontal view of one leg while admiring the other at profile, and that +with her legs thus widely separated, he could spy the creamy insides of her +thighs. At other times she would stand with her feet close together under +her, then randomly roll one or both of her ankles out so the weight was +borne by the outside edge of the foot. Had she known it, each time she did +this, her smooth knees parted and the light-colored wrinkly soles of her +feet could be seen. + +Her face was not cute like a child; actually she had done her face up in a +sassy way. It was quite bold of this young woman to wear such a haughty +expression. She was shopping with her mother. The two did not seem to be +getting along. Her mother was dressed conservatively and looked uptight. +The girl looked impatient, as though she longed to get back in the company +of her peers. + +The girl somehow sensed that she was being ogled. She whirled around and +caught him staring at her. Then she gave him a sharp cold look, tossed her +proud head, and minced away down the aisle. His tiger eyes followed the +flouncing hair and sandal-strapped legs, and he decided then and there that +he wanted her in the worst way, and that he was going to get her. He was +going to stop the world, and have his way with her. + +He did not know anyone else who could do it, nor did he know why he was +gifted with it. He had discovered and performed it on a small scale when +he was a child, and he had practiced it often since then. He hadn't done +it in a large public place before but he felt confident that day. He +squinted his eyes, clenched his fists, and concentrated. He visualized his +chest as a sponge that should be squeezed and released according to a +certain pattern he'd discovered. Over the course of the next three +minutes, while she moved on with her mom, looking idly at things on the +store shelves, he collected tons of pressure in his chest. Then he stuck +out his arms and spread his fingers in all different directions, and let +go. A bolt flashed down his arms and rayed out from his fingers. The +world stopped. + +There was complete silence. People stood like mannequins, frozen in the +midst of action, with open but unseeing eyes. The aisles, the check-out +lines, and the parking lot were all populated with statues of people in +suspended animation. Water squirting from the drinking fountain stood +perfectly still as though a strobe had captured the image. + +He had stopped everything, but he had purposefully excluded himself and the +girl. He had left her conscious, but in a daze. It did not occur to her +to be surprised or to rationalize the strange dream world. She was looking +around at the frozen figures of people. He walked to her and faced her. +In her eyes, he appeared to be a handsome lord of power and magic. He did +not speak to her, he just looked into her eyes, and she understood. She +was to swoon and allow him to penetrate her, as any girl would. + +He considered being really sweet to her; taking her to some comfortable +nest and giving her a back-rub and cuddles before making love with her. +But her sassy attitude had changed his mind about that. He got the idea to +pork her right there in the store. It seemed outlandish and terribly +exciting. He decided to just do it right away. He came forward and +squeezed her tits through her top, then he put his hand right down her +pants to feel her pubic (public?) hairs. She gazed into his face and +endured his handling. + +He helped her take off her clothes. He had fun untying the ribbons from +around her ankles and removing her sandals, exposing her dainty feet, while +she popped off her top and released her pert breasts. He helped her wiggle +out of her shorts, then he lowered her panties and slipped them one at a +time over her slender ankles. He caught a slight scent of young cunt and +he was instantly hard and erect. + +He asked her to help him get undressed. She was willing to do all the work +taking his clothes off, and soon they were both standing naked right there +in aisle 15B, the one with the cosmetics and the feminine hygiene products. +He wanted her doggy-style because that was the most animalistic. He told +her to wait there in the aisle by her frozen mother. He walked naked +through the crowds of silent people, waving a stiff boner in front of him. +He found two folding chairs in the outdoor furniture department and carried +them back. She was blushing with embarrassment at having been left alone, +naked in public. + +He set up the chairs side by side and arranged the nude teenage girl on +them. He placed her left knee on the left chair and her right knee on the +right chair, so her legs were spread wide. He showed her how to hold onto +the chair-backs with her hands, and how to lean forward so her pussy stuck +out. She waited nervously in that position. She felt like a child in a +doctor's office, who must take off her pants and hold still "like a good +girl", even though she knows the bastard is planning to stick something in +her. + +Before he plugged his boner into her, he stood back and admired the whole +scene in his mind. This was a memory to cherish. He was fully erect and +horny, and this teenage babe with the tan legs and cherry ass was propped +up on chairs, obediently waiting to be stuffed. Her lacy sandals were +strewn on the floor nearby, and he anticipated fondling her small two-tone +feet during the time he was plugged into her. Her stodgy mother and some +frozen strangers were looking on with blank expressions, and the room was +completely silent. + +He licked his finger and stuck it in her. She was very tight; probably a +virgin. She was giddy with his finger being in her, and she was trembling +and breathing hard. He lubricated his shaft with some saliva because he +wanted to completely penetrate her with one thrust. He approached her and +placed the head of his cock at her slit. He pushed hard, and his cock slid +just barely beyond the inner lips. Both of them were extremely excited, +and he could feel some slight pinching contractions in her pussy as it +gripped his tip. He pushed harder and looked down to watch with delight as +his sensitive instrument disappeared into that most private area between +her lovely buns. The store was so silent that he could hear small glicky- +sticky noises as her pussy stretched open and his meat went in. + +When it was sunk to the hilt, a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment +overwhelmed them both. She felt like a popsicle on a stick, completely +stuffed, and she never wanted the feeling to end. His sensation was +extreme: as though a blow-torch of pleasure was playing up and down his +cock. They wallowed like that in perfect bliss for two or three minutes, +but he knew he wasn't going to last. His orgasm approached, and he gave up +trying to hold back. He pumped quickly several times to put maximum +emphasis on it, then he came like mad, depositing ribbons of sperm deep +within the young girl. + +He stayed inside her for several more minutes, pumping gently. Finally, +when he started to go soft, he pulled out. He lifted her off the chairs +and stood her up. There were tears on her cheek and imprints on her knees +from the chairs, and sperm leaked down her thigh, but she looked happy. He +hugged her and held her for awhile. + +He stepped back, swirled his hands in front of him like a fast swim-stroke, +then suddenly spread his arms wide. There was a flash, then the world +returned to normal and continued on from the point when he had stopped it. +There she was, dressed and uneffected, doing her absentminded foot-dance +while looking at items on the shelves. Her mother was there, lecturing her +about her grades, as usual. It was as though nothing had happened. She +did not have any sperm in her. + +But as he passed by, he caught her eye and held it. She gave a little gasp +of apprehension. This stranger she had caught staring at her legs moments +before: she now felt that she knew him in a secret and nasty way. He stood +right next to her and she did not move away. He reached out with one hand +and fondled her ass gently for four whole seconds. She did not flinch, but +instead she actually took the touch as a caress. Her mother was furious, +but was too confused by her daughter's reaction to speak for the moment. +He turned and walked away, but before he disappeared around the last +corner, he looked back and gave her an evil grin. She waved good-bye with +a yearning and bewildered expression on her face. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrthcmel.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrthcmel.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dfc17f90 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wrthcmel.txt @@ -0,0 +1,268 @@ +Worth a Camel by Brush Strokes + +Gwen's life was in a turmoil. This had its good and its bad +points. Just one short year ago she had met Alex, her fiance. He was a +graduate student studying history, who specialized in the Byzantine Empire. +They had met when Alex and his advisor had come over to Daddy's +for dinner. While Alex's advisor romanced her father for enough +money to start an archaeological dig in Turkey, Alex romanced Gwen. + +He had been a perfect gentleman. Unfortunately, the only thing +he was passionate about was his work. For hours on end she would +listen as he told stories of the noble Byzantines fighting bravely against +the barbarous Turks. The Turks, who took all they captured into +slavery, reserved the prettiest women for their Sultan's harem. +Gwen wondered if she was pretty enough to be placed in a harem or +if she would have had to work in the fields with the plain looking girls. + +The Byzantines were not much better than the Turks. Their popes and +emperors kept numerous mistresses in their own style of harem. The +Turks were men enough to admit what they were doing when they +kept a woman solely for sexual purposes. Gwen felt that +because of this, the Turks were the nobler of the two races and therefore +deserved to rule the land. They did not treat their women ambiguously. +A woman who did not know where she fit into society was miserable. + +Gwen knew where she fit in society. She had attended Radcliffe as an +undergraduate and had completed her graduate studies at the Wharton School. +Martin's Inc., the multi-million dollar company which her father, Victor +Martin, had created was her role in society. The presidency of one of +the fastest growing firms in the country was in her future, but first she +was going to marry. This was in no way going to interfere with her career +plans. + +Alex made her laugh, cry and feel like a little girl. He was the perfect +escape from the corporate chaos which surrounded her from nine to five or +more typically from seven to midnight and beyond. Still, to her surprise and +dismay, their relationship, although they were soon to marry, was never +physical. + +At first she felt Alex might be a coward. There was something +that kept him from sleeping with her. Either he was afraid of her or afraid +of her father, who had agreed to finance the dig. This idea was quickly +dispelled when Alex met Gwen's college sweetheart Mark at a party. Mark was +a large athletic man who still carried a torch for Gwen. He carried the +torch as persistently as he spoke of the game he played, football, which had +been the final reason for their separation. There was only so long that +a woman could stay with a man who watched last years Super Bowl seventeen +times. At the pary where Mark and Alex met, her former boyfriend had drunk a +few too many cases of beer and made some off color remark about Gwen and the +back seat of a car. + +Alex calmly removed his coat and asked Mark to step outside. +She begged Alex not to pursue the matter while Mark was encouraged by two of +his old football buddies to ``kill the wimp''. Gwen followed +them outside hoping that she could throw her body across Alex's once he +was brought down by Mark's first punch. This turned out not to be necessary. + +Mark threw a lumbering punch. Alex ducked inside of the blow +and brought his knee up into Mark's groin. This was followed by three +quick punches to Mark's nose. The first broke his nose, the second +insured that a plastic surgeon could put his daughter through +four years of college, and the third knocked Mark out. + +Mark's two football cronies did not believe that Alex had fought +fairly. After all, hitting below the belt was illegal. Instead of +running in the face of these superior odds, Alex added several years of +graduate study onto the eduction of the plastic surgeon's daughter and +threw in a Porche as a graduation gift. + +The violence had been childish and uncalled for, but it had left Gwen +strangely excited. That night she had asked Alex up to her room. He +declined stating that it was only two weeks until their wedding, they +had waited this long, and he wanted it to be special. Gwen +debated between using the seventy year old butler or the statue of Zeus +in the garden to relieve her tension. In the end, she settle for an +unsuccessful cold shower followed by a gentle massage of her clitoris. +As she brought herself to climax, she fantasized that Alex had kidnapped +her from her rich father and was adding a little sexual pleasure on to +his ransom demand, doggy style of course. + +Daddy had died unexpectedly of a heart attack just before the wedding. +The ceremony had to be cancelled and out of respect a smaller service was +held several weeks after his funeral. Despite her sorrow over her father's +passing, this added time apart only increased Gwen's frustration. Her +clitoral massages became more frequent, as did her dreams of Alex using her +body for his pleasure. + +Their honeymoon plans were also completely thrown off. They missed their +Mediterranean cruise, which would have ended with a visit to the +archaeological dig and Istanbul. Since they now had less time, she agreed +that the cruise was both out of the question and inappropriate, and therefore +they would go straight to Turkey, so that she could see the land of which +Alex told such fascinating stories. The money for the dig had already been +committed and without Alex's presence everything would come to a halt. + +They caught a plane to Rome and from there transferred to a flight which took +them nonstop to Istanbul. On this last leg of their journey, the newlyweds +met an English gentleman, Lord Preston, who lived in Turkey. To him the Turks +were a godless race since they didn't eat kidny pie. They were thieves, +cutthroats, bigamists, and, worst of all, slavers. Turks loved European +women and would go to great lengths to procure them. Once a woman was in +captivity, she would be carted off to some harem in the mountains, never to +be seen again. + +Alex and Gwen laughed this off. Lord Preston was a relic of the +old English empire and had entertained them thoroughly with his observations +on Turkey and its people. As they were disembarking the plane, Lord Preston +pulled Alex aside. Gwen could overhear the old gent saying, ``Listen +chap, I advise you to keep close to Gwen at all times. Never let her travel +without at least two male escorts. They will grab her off the street +in a second and you will never see her again. Remember, to a Turk she is +worth a camel.'' + +Upon hearing this Gwen struggled not to tell the sexist old bastard what +he could do with his Victorian view of women. She could take care of herself, +yet she wondered why Alex wouldn't take her forcedly from the street and +enslave her. Gwen longed to be held in his strong arms, having no choice but +to yield to his savage passion again and again. + +As they left the airport Alex and Gwen passed a gypsie girl dancing on the +street. She was dressed in what Gwen would call slave silks. The only +jewelry she wore was a chain decorated with silver bells,which rested +snugly around one ankle. One by one she removed her long silk veils as the +onlookers threw her money. Gwen had never seen a more depraved exhibition in +her life. Maybe Lord Preston was right, these were a godless people. + +They caught a cab to their motel. Along the way Alex pointed out interesting +architectural features of the city. As they got closer to their destination, +Gwen's loins longed for attention. She snuggled up close to Alex and +whispered in his ear, ``You wouldn't make me wear an outfit like that dancing +girl, would you? You wouldn't want me to have bells on my ankle?'' + +Alex seemed immune to her request. He continued to stare out the window and +said, ``No, I wouldn't dear. You are to much of an independent woman.'' + +She wanted to scratch his eyes out. Alex sat there impassively holding her +hand. On their honeymoon, he was paying more attention to the passing +architecture than to his bride. Tears started flowing from her eyes. He +kissed her gently and said, ``I am sorry if I am in a daze dear. While +you were using the ladies room at the airport, I received an urgent phone +call.'' + +``Trouble?'' she asked. + +``It seems as if there was a minor earth quake in the area of the dig. Several +workmen were killed and my advisor is among the missing.'' + +``Oh god honey, I'm sorry.'' Gwen said, forgiving her husbands indifference +to their honeymoon. + +``Once we get to the hotel, I have to take a helicopter out to the dig. +Why don't you get settled in? If all goes well I will be with you +tomorrow night.'' + +At the hotel they held each other for what seemed an eternity. The +Fates seemed to be against their happiness and against Gwen's desire +to be filled by the man she loved. Alex had to rush to the roof to catch his +flight, while Gwen set up the honeymoon suit for his arrival the next night. +Tired from a days travel and the disappointment of spending her first +married night apart from her husband, Gwen went to bed early, without the +benefit of her nightly self-massage. In the morning, she would go shopping +for a slave outfit like the one she had seen on the dancing girl and maybe +she would even pick up some bells. When Alex returned, he would be in for a +surprise. Maybe he would treat her with the disrespect she longed for. + +The next day Gwen walked into the open market of Istanbul. All the goods +being sold in the main market were designed for tourists. Next to vendors +selling dates and figs there were vendors selling American flags and +tee-shirts with the Statue of Liberty on them. In disgust Gwen walked out of +the main market and down a side street. Here there were vendors which sold +goods to the locals. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a large man wearing +a red fidora, whom she remembered seeing at the stand which sold the American +tourist goods. + +She walked on down the street until she saw what she wanted. There at a +little shop which sold veils, scarves and lengths of silk was the outfit she +wanted. The man in the red turban approached her. ``Very pretty'', he said +holding up a thin veil, yet looking at her. Gwen turned and began to walk +away. To her dismay she realized that she was forced to walk away from the +central market, towards the back streets of Istanbul. + +After walking several blocks, Gwen looked behind her but did not see the +man. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned to walk back towards the central +market. A lumbering truck forced her to step off the road. As it passed, +two men jumped out of the back and grabbed her. She tried to scream; a +heavy sack, which muffled her cries, was thrown over her head, and she was +hoisted into the truck. Struggling to regain her freedom, she felt the truck +pull away and ropes being tied around the sack. She soon realized that it was +futile to resist. + +The truck took a series of sharp corners and then headed straight for +what seemed to be an eternity. Gwen realized that she was being taken +out of the city. There was a sharp pain in her right arm. Letting out a +small gasp, she realized that she had been injected with something. Suddenly +she began to feel very sleepy. Knowing she would probably never see Alex +again, she began to cry. She continued to sob quietly until she lost +consciousness. + +Gwen awoke to find herself free of the sack, inside what appeared to be a +large tent. There was a sore spot on one arm where she had been injected with +something to insure that she slept properly. Immediately upon raising her +head off the pillow, she was surrounded by a half dozen girls all dressed in +slave silks. They immediately began to undress her. Fighting with what +finger nails she had, Gwen managed to drive the girls away. One of the girls +yelled something in Arabic. + +Two giant men, with shaved heads and whips walked into the room. They look at +her menacingly and walk out of the room. Once again, the girls began to +undress her. This time Gwen did not resist; she had no choice. + +They led her giggling to a bath which had been treated with perfumes +and oils to soften her skin. The slave girls scrubbed her vigorously and then +backed away, allowing her to soak in the warm water. ``Maybe being a slave +won't be all bad.'' she thought. + +A bell rang in the distance and the girls help Gwen out of the pool +and dried her. They wrapped her in silks like their own, curled her hair +and applied her make up for her. The final touch was three silver bells, +tied to her left ankle. Gwen walked gingerly across the room, enjoying +the tinkling the bells made with each step. + +Suddenly all the girls bowed as the two bald giants reappeared. They walk +towards Gwen and fastened a collar around her neck. It was silver and +matched the chain which attached the bells to her ankle. She humbly followed +the two men as they left tent. + +Like a dog, she was lead across a compound to an extremely large ornate tent. +There sitting on a throne, wearing a mask to keep the desert sand out of his +face, was her captor. With the lower half of his face covered, he looked +sinister. She could tell, just by his presence, that he was cruelly handsome +and that expect to have his way with any woman he desired. + +Gwen was forced to kneel in his presence. The man on the throne snapped his +fingers and a smallish man who looked like a Turkish librarian walked into the +room and sat at the base of the throne. In a high shrill voice he spoke, +``You are now a slave of the Sultan Naj. You will bow in his presence and +obey his every command. You will only address him as `Master'.'' + +Rising to her feet, Gwen said, ``I will not I am a citizen of...'' +As she spoke the Sultan raised two fingers and one of the giants brought +his whip across her back side twice. Gwen winced in pain, bitting her +tongue to hold her scream. + +As if nothing had happened, the librarian continued, ``You will now dance +and remove your veils to serve your master's pleasure.'' + +Exotic music came from behind one wall of the tent as the librarian and +two enforcers took their leave. Gwen started to dance. It was +awkward at first but she did not want to feel the whip again. No matter +how hard she tried, she kept stumbling and could not keep with the beat. +She started to cry. This man was a stranger and she did not love him; +how could she be expected to dance for him? + +His eyes smiled at her as he said, ``Dance like the girl at the airport.'' + +``Yes, master'', Gwen replied and promptly kept time with the music. Each +twist and turn of her body sent ripples of desire towards the Sultan. +As he became more and more engrossed in her performance, she removed each veil +in succession. Upon reaching the last veil, the Sultan stood up. He removed +it himself and lowered the mask from his face. As his lips descended to +meet hers, Gwen cried, ``Oh Alex''. She felt his hand slap her smartly +on the rump. ``I mean, oh Master'' + +With that he pulled her to the floor by her chain. There, on the +soft rugs, her took her. Each time was more ferocious than before. In +the morning she awoke with a pleasant soreness between her legs. She could +not have asked for a better honeymoon, for she knew to him she was worth at +least two camels. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f2368fa0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws.txt @@ -0,0 +1,562 @@ +"Oh no! No you don't! Do not dare to tickle me!" She shrieked and ran +from the living room, her unbuttoned blouse sailing out behind her as +she sped down the hall, laughing loudly. "Get away from me, I tell +you!" She turned around, her face red, and laughed back at him as he +chased her into the bedroom. "I'll scream, I swear!" + +"Scream away." He caught her and pinned her up against the wall. +"You'll be screaming soon enough anyway." He gave an evil chuckle and +pressed her body against his. + +"You bastard." She said happily, and let his mouth cover hers. He +inched her across the wall toward the bed, his hands running under her +shirt to massage the muscles in her lower back. She purred low in her +throat with pleasure at his touch and let him slip the covering from her +shoulders, leaving her naked. + +He climbed onto the bed and pulled her down beside him, still making +threatening moves toward her ticklish spots. She cackled and squirmed +up against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "Oh well, drat. +You caught me. Guess I'll just have to let you have your way with me." + +She put a hand to his face, trailing a finger lightly over the stubble +on his chin. It was a face she had loved from the first moment she saw +it, and time hadn't diminished the feeling, but had actually intensified +it. In the beginning of their relationship she would never have been +able to feel so at ease, so comfortable as she did with him now. It +made her love him all the more - even if he did like to tickle her. For +a moment she still grinned with the thought of flying through the house +with him in pursuit, but the sight of him lying naked next to her made +the familiar feeling well up inside of her, and her gaze softened as she +looked at him. The bright eyes, the tiny wrinkles around them from +smiling, the generous curves of his mouth which felt so good pressed +against her own, the long length of his warm body, all made her melt up +against him and hold him tightly. + +He pulled back a moment to look at her. Her skin flowed pale from her +face into the shadows of her breasts, where his shilling hung on a +chain. He had given her that long ago, and it had never left her touch. +What had she said about it? That she would never let it leave her until +he took it from her. He picked it up for a moment, feeling its worn +surface between his fingers. Years of rubbing against the soft skin of +her breasts had worn down the strings of the harp, the horns of the +bull. He felt a sudden rush at the thought of one day holding it in his +hand, the surface completely smooth. + +In the half-light of the room it seemed to him that her skin glowed, her +nipples hard knots on her breasts, surrounded by aureolae of pale coral. +Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands, strong hands holding delicate +flesh; he fondled them now, pushing them up from below, his thumb +moving in slow circles over her nipples. His mouth found hers again, +and he kissed her deeply; he sensed her breathing change from that of +exertion to that of arousal. He had always loved this moment, when he +knew that once again the prize was his, the question answered and the +answer confirmed. His kiss traveled from her lips to her throat and +down to her cleavage; he ran his tongue in the cleft, pressed his face +to her cool skin. Her fingers slipped into his long brown hair. + +He shifted slightly to free his other hand, and pressed her breasts +together, presenting her nipples to his mouth. He put his lips to one, +feeling its elastic hardness with his tongue. The skin around it was +smooth, and its surface slightly pebbled. He licked it, then pulled +back a fraction of an inch and blew a cool stream of air onto it. He +felt the press of her fingers in his hair, the slightest of pressures, +urging him onward. + +He circled her nipple with his tongue, teasing it to greater hardness; +he felt her grow restless under his touch. He pulled the nipple into +his mouth, sucking lightly upon it, varying the amount so that it slid +over his tongue backward and forward by tiny degrees. He felt it +distend in his mouth, and a small sound escaped her; he heard it as a +tiny purr inside her chest. He sucked harder, pulling part of her +aureole along with the nipple into his mouth. The pressure from her +fingers wavered slightly, and she clutched lightly at his hair. He let +her flesh slide gently from his lips, then turned his attention to her +other breast. His fingers touched and teased her as he cherished her +with his mouth. + +"Oh, Sid." Dawn sighed. "Oh, that's so lovely." She put her hands to +each side of his head and pulled his face from her breasts, guiding him +back to her mouth, and kissed him long. His hands fondled her, tracing +patterns on her skin; she stroked his tiny erect nipples, each movement +sending a wave of intense pleasure through him. She put her lips to one +and ran her tongue over it, breathing deeply of the scent she loved so +much, the scent of his warm skin and the faint trace of his cologne. +Her hand strayed over his stomach and down to the soft, tight curls of +hair below. She made a sound of approval in her throat. + +"I think I see something I need to take care of right away." She curled +her body forward, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked at it +hungrily, running her tongue around the head and down the shaft, tasting +the faint muskiness of his sex. She pushed his length further and +further into the soft flesh of her throat, groaning with the pleasure of +his cock between her lips, her hands kneading his balls, every movement +designed to make him come in delicious spurts down her throat. Her lips +were smooth and tight on him, and he watched her head move deliberately +between his legs, taking his cock into her. He loved to watch her as +she drew his length into her mouth, to feel her quiet moans of pleasure +at having him deep in her throat; the thought of her doing something +wholly for his pleasure delighted him as much as the feel of her tongue +pressed against the head of his cock. She had protested over and over +how much she enjoyed it when she tasted the hard feel of him between her +lips, how she craved the feeling of him stroking in and out of her +mouth. One of her hands gripped the base of his cock, pulling at it +gently as she moved her head downward to meet her fingers; the other +cupped his balls, pressing upward, kneading them. She wanted him to +come in her mouth, he could feel her tongue teasing the head of his cock +just where it joined the shaft, urging him to lose himself in the +sensation of his cock being engulfed by her. He put his hands to her +hair, directing her strokes, her head moving faster as his breathing +deepened and his muscles tensed. It felt as if his cock became hard as +stone, and he shouted out hoarsely as his cock spasmed with pleasure and +he ejaculated hot torrents of come into her mouth. + +She sucked at the head of his cock, loath to let a drop escape, holding +his cock in her mouth as his orgasm subsided, swallowing the last drops +from him, licking him clean. She looked up at him and smiled, a purring +sound in her throat sounding in contrast to his heavy breathing. + +"Oh my. I like it when you do that. I like it a lot." She let her +body flow up against his, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "I +like your cock in my mouth." She whispered in his ear, stroking the +object of her ardor. "I like it when you come in my mouth, too. Next +time I want you to let it splash all over my face." She licked his +earlobe, then teased it with her teeth. "Matter of fact..." She slid +her body downward a few inches, and then up again, rubbing herself +against him, shuddering at the feel of the soft hair on his chest +stroking her. "Matter of fact, I like the thought of you splashing me +all over." She crawled up beside him on her hands and knees and leaned +down, kissing him, a thin strand of his come escaping her mouth as they +kissed. + +He felt his sex brush against her thigh, and her lips murmur against his +neck. She seemed to be speaking, but he couldn't make out the words. + +"Hmm?" He asked her, smiling, guessing at her whispered comments. + +"So nice..." She said, leaning back and looking into his eyes. "So +nice..." + +They lay there for a few moments, running their hands over each other's +body, loathe to give up any contact. He whispered things into her ear +that made her giggle, and he laughed as she undulated against him. + +She reached down and took his hardness into her hand. "Still? Mmm." +She squirmed up against him. "So you were telling the truth..." + +"Yes, still." He pushed his cock into her grip gently. "Always, around +you it seems." + +"Do you think..." She asked, pulling him toward her. + +"Yes." + +He knelt between her legs, her knees raised high and split wide. He ran +the head of his cock deep inside the lips of her pussy, feeling its heat +and silky smoothness, then moved downward to her opening, and pushed his +hardness slowly inside of her. + +"Good?" + +"Oh yes. Very good." + +She gazed up at him, a look of adoration on her face. Sometimes she +felt as if before him she had never made love, and perhaps she hadn't, +although she had had sex hundreds, maybe thousands of times. There had +never been this feeling, not just the joy of his cock inside of her, but +of the rest of him being inside of her too, in a way, of holding all of +him. That was what, as much as the slide of his hardness inside of her, +which made her clasp him to her and cry out his name. Her eyes would +slide closed for a moment as she savoured the feeling of him, of knowing +that he was loving her with more than just his body, but always they +returned to him. + +He looked down at her. She lay beneath him, her face and breasts +flushed with exertion, her chest rising and falling with her heavy +breathing. With each stroke of his cock inside of her she moaned, her +voice soft with love and pleasure, her cunt tightening around him as he +pulled back for another long push into her hot, swollen flesh. He loved +the way he could make her writhe under him, her legs split wide and +press against him, her hands clasp his hardened biceps as she rocked +with his thrusts into her. + +She smiled up at him, her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick +them. "You know I love it when you slide up into my cunt." Her eyes +flashed at him as he groaned and let his actions follow her words. +"Your cock feels so good inside of me..." + +Her head arched back into the sheet, her hair flattened against the soft +cotton; her shoulders rose slightly from the bed, and he let his weight +settle onto her, slipping his arms through hers, locking her to him. +His body rubbed her full length as she wrapped her legs around his +waist, clinging to him. Her breath was hot and moist on his skin; he +kissed her ear, her neck, her cheek, finally letting his lips find their +goal of her mouth. She gasped as his tongue entered her mouth and then +sucked at it hungrily, thrusting against it with her own in rhythm to +the thrust of his cock between her other lips. + +She tore her face away from him and took a deep, ragged breath. "Oh +god." Her voice had dropped to a deep rasp which sent shivers through +him. "Please." She whispered. + +"Please what?" He whispered into her ear, and then lifted himself to +his knees. He teased her with the tip of his cock, just running it +barely inside of her opening and then back out, his hand seeking out her +distended clitoris, her juices making his fingers slide easily over its +surface. + +She twisted beneath him and her eyes opened again briefly; he could see +the glints in their dark depths in the half-light of the room. Her look +pierced him, the look of lust and love and longing on her face, her +cheeks seeming to blush furiously, tiny beads of sweat dampening her +hair. "Oh god yes..." She caught her breath as he slowly pushed his +entire length into her and rubbed a finger upward over her clit. He +could feel her pulsing around him as he made tiny thrusts deep within +her. + +"Is this what you wanted?" His voice husked out a whisper. She had +started to shudder and then had stopped, her hips still against him, her +breath shallow, her entire body vibrating silently as he brought her to +the edge; she quivered there, tiny sounds escaping her. "Is it?" He +demanded. + +She wailed aloud and curled her body upward toward him, her arms out to +him as if in supplication, and then fell back, her hands finding her +hair and burying themselves in it. Her head rolled from side to side as +if denying the inevitability of her climax. + +"Oh yes..." Her face seemed to implore him, even more than her words. +"God, I want to come..." Her voice lowered as she strained out the +words between breaths. "Make me come Sid, make me come..." + +His cock seemed huge inside of her tight, wet tunnel; the rhythm of her +muscles now pushing against his thrusts, then pulling on his hardness as +if she never wanted to let it go. Her clitoris was fully exposed under +his hand, and he teased it just as he knew she liked, tiny flicks across +its surface and then a hard stroke with his thumb upward over it, just +enough to make her jerk and moan aloud beneath him, but not enough to +make her come. The feel of her hot pussy around his cock was too good +now; if he felt her orgasm make her cunt shudder around him as he +pushed into her over and over, heard her shriek as she came, he knew it +would throw him over the edge. He gritted his teeth and pulled the +length of his throbbing cock out of her, ignoring her cries of protest. + +He threw himself onto the bed next to her, his arms reaching out and +pulling her over him. "Your turn." + +She threw her leg over him and settled down over his cock, letting it +slide slowly up inside of her. She looked down at him and smiled. +"Wanna watch me come again?" She gasped out between breaths. She +leaned down and kissed him, her eyes wide, a smile tinged with lust on +her face. "And then I'm going to fuck you until that beautiful cock +creams all over me." + +She leaned back, her knees grasping his sides for support, her hips +moved in a circular motion, his cock stirring deep inside of her. She +took his hands and placed them on her breasts, the let her own hands +draw the lips of her cunt wide, exposing her sex, wet and glistening. + +He felt her tighten around him like a hand making a fist as she rubbed +her clit; her hips rocked barely forward, barely upward, a hot, tight +ellipsis around his cock. Her breasts filled his hands, cool and firm, +her nipples hard under his fingers. She urged him on as he pinched +them, begging him to do it harder and harder as she rode him in tiny +thrusts, all her concentration on the feel of his cock filling her, the +burn of her clitoris under her own hand, his hot skin against her +breasts. Her hips made themselves still, and he felt the familiar swell +of her around his cock as she started to shudder; her head was thrown +back, her breath rasping through her mouth. She moaned aloud as he felt +her cunt start to convulse around his cock, and then she threw herself +forward over him, groaning in time to the pulling of her climax, each +contraction around his thickness inside of her pulling on her clit, +prolonging her pleasure. He thrust up against her savagely, fucking her +clasping cunt, drawing her orgasm out to a frenzy. She grasped him, her +nails digging into his flesh, her pelvis rising over him and then +plunging downward, her flesh slick with her come, the slide of her pussy +over his cock drawing him closer to what she wanted. + +"Feel how tight I am." She purred down at him. "Doesn't it make you +want to come? Don't you want to come deep inside of me?" She put one +hand to his chest and teased a nipple with her fingernail. "Your cock +is so huge inside of me, and it wants to come so bad..." + +He threw his head back, feeling his orgasm build inside of him; the +sight of her labouring over him, her breasts swaying as she thrust +herself down over his throbbing hardness making his cock swell inside of +her. He felt himself pass the point of no return and grabbed her, +bunching her breasts in his hands, his come spurting up into her as she +ground down upon him. Her cries mingled with his as she felt his come +bathe her with its heat. + +She lay over him, her heart racing, her breath hard. He clasped her to +him, still inside of her, his body trembling with the last tremors of +his climax. + +He raised his head and kissed her on her lips, his hand stroking her +cheek. She groaned and opened her mouth, letting his tongue caress +hers, then let her body slide down to rest by his side. + +"I think it's your turn again." Sid said, putting a palm between her +breasts. "I think it's time I got my nose wet, what do you think?" + +"I think I'm the one who would rather be wet." Dawn said, a sly look on +her face. + +"Mmm. I think you are already." Sid's hand moved down to her sex to +check the veracity of his statement. + +"Yes, but I can get wetter." She laughed and then turned a furious red. +"Come see." She bounded up from the bed and stood beside it, holding +her hands out to him. + +"You're going to think I'm a pervert." She whispered as he took her +into his arms. "But you know what?" She giggled and stood on her toes +to reach up to whisper in his ear. "... I am." + +She lead him into the bathroom, first turning on the light to flood the +room with glare, then finding the nightlight and turning it on, leaving +the room illumined only by its soft glow. + +"Sid?" Dawn's voice had sunk to a whisper again, and he came closer to +her to hear her. "I want to ask you to do something." She put her arms +around him and buried her face in his chest. Her breathing was heavy; +she seemed highly aroused. He wondered if it was the flush from his +explosive orgasm inside of her a few moments before, but for some reason +he felt that there was another note of tension, an expectancy. + +"Anything." He kissed the top of her head, his half-erect sex pressing +up against her. + +"Okay..." She gave him a sly smile. "How about a nice hot shower +first? I'll soap up your back-" + +"Only if you let me soap up your front." He ran a finger between her +breasts. + +"Deal." + +With an invitation like that, Sid could not do anything but play the +gentleman, and he let Dawn lead him, her hand wrapped firmly around his +lengthening erection, to the side of the tub. She let her hand slide +deliciously down his length as her arms moved to her hips, pulling her +to him. He kissed her and she laughed pulled away as he ran his hands +down her sides, knowing her ticklish spots. + +She leaned over to turn on the faucet and he saw the pretty display of +the lips of her sex from behind, compressed between her thighs. Her +skin was the shade of heavy cream, and the short curling hair between +her legs like shaved chocolate. It glistened with their mingled juices, +one milky droplet of his come running down the inside of her thigh. His +cock gave a little kick as he contemplated the various wonders contained +therein. + +She started the water, soothingly hot, the steam starting to fill the +bath as the water streamed from the shower head. She gave a little +shriek and jumped in, and Sid noticed her breasts sway as she did so, +the shilling on its chain now hidden between them, now exposed. He +laughed and followed her under the hot spray, watching the water run +over Dawn's body, beading on the coolness of her skin. + +"Hang on a sec." Dawn said, reaching for a washcloth. She let the +water splash full on her face and then scrubbed at it with the cloth, +washing her makeup away, leaving her cheeks pink. "Hey, don't I look a +fright with no makeup on?" She smiled. + +He drew her to him gently. "No." He ran his hands over the soft curves +of her body, his eyes searching her face. "No, you look beautiful." He +watched her smile fade and her eyes close as he lowered his head to +hers, and touched his lips to her own, the warm water washing down over +them. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her arms held him +close, her mouth opening to his insistent tongue, feeling almost cool +compared to the steaming spray of the shower; water ran in rivulets +from their chins and down to where their bodies pressed together. Her +ran his fingers through the dripping strands of her hair. + +"So." He stroked her back as she lay her head on his chest, the feel of +her body warm against him, even under the fall of water. "Just what is +this thing you want me to do? You've got me curious now." + +She squirmed against him. "Well..." She looked up at him, an enigmatic +smile on her face. "It's something we talked about a long time ago." +She ran a finger in circles around one of his nipples, her gaze lowered +to watch as it traveled around the tiny knot of flesh. "Something you +said that one day you'd like to try." + +"You'll have to give me a hint." He could feel her tense up against +him, but the smile was still on her face. "I know it's got to be +something good." + +She blushed and giggled, hiding her face in his chest. + +"Okay," he laughed. "So... show me." + +"Well." She switched her hips against him, rubbing the soft, curly hair +between her legs against him. "Did you know..." she said teasingly, the +tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips as she smiled, "that +sometimes I can come just from holding myself back from peeing?" She +took his hand in hers and guided it between the lips of her cunt, hotter +even than the water beating down on them. He felt the swollen nubbin of +her clitoris under his finger, and she shuddered when he dexterously +applied his attentions to it. "See? Just the thought of it is +incredibly exciting." + +Sid reached up and angled the hot spray against the wall, out of their +eyes, and leaned Dawn against the warm fall of water as it splashed down +the tile. "You just lean here, and think about how good it feels to +have all of that inside of you just begging to get out." He hissed in +her ear, barely audible above the rush of waters. His hand moved inside +her sex, circling her clitoris, teasing it, occasionally slipping down +just a millimeter to press against the tiny opening of her urethra, +almost hidden inside her inner lips. + +Her hand found his throbbing cock and stroked it, pushing the foreskin +back gently, exposing the deep plum of the head; the skin of the palm +of her hand was like warm, wet satin against its sensitive surface. He +remembered their conversation about this long ago, the very one she had +mentioned; even the thought of being here with her had aroused him +then, and the thought that she would be willing, even asking, to do this +for him now made his heart race, and his cock start to stiffen. + +He could see the muscles of her abdomen contract with her effort to +remain standing, and to not let the muscles of her bladder go; her grip +tightened as his fingers continued to caress her, urging her toward her +orgasm; the rushing of the water and the hiss of his breath in her ear +seemed to make her struggle all the harder to retain all of the wine she +had drunk earlier. + +"Mmm." She said, her lips opening and her tongue flicking across them. +"If you don't stop that I'm going to come." Her voice had dropped an +octave, and its husky rasp sent little shivers down Sid's spine. He +redoubled his efforts on her clitoris, letting his index finger stroke +her urethra, making it burn. + +She started to shudder, and the hand on his cock moved with slower and +slower strokes, more deliberate in its movements. Her free hand rose to +her breasts and pinched a nipple; he watched it rise and seem to pout, +as if sulking from lack of attention. + +He saw her lean all of her weight against the wall, sliding down just +enough to make the lips of her sex open wide. "I'm gonna come, you're +making me come!" She said, gasping. + +Sid moved his body up against hers, water washing down around her +shoulders and trickling down between her breasts. His fingers worked +frantically on her clit until he saw her bite her lower lip, hard; she +gave a little cry and started to come, and as she did so she let go with +hot streams of pale yellow, washing over his hand as he teased her +orgasm out to great length, the heat of her body making it warmer, more +silky, than the water flowing from the shower down the wall and around +her. The sight of her, the sound as she came and let her piss stream +down onto the back of his hand, made his cock jut forward, demanding +attention. It was if she had come in a flood, and it bathed him in its +heat, running in rivulets down his forearm, arcing from his elbow. + +After a moment when her gasps had subsided and the flow from her +streaming cunt was done, she opened her eyes and smiled at him +lasciviously. + +"Wow." She laughed a bit breathlessly. "That was... nice." She +rubbed the back of her hand gently against him; his half-erect cock +swayed under her hand. "But... now it's my turn." + +Dawn dropped to her knees, the spray from the shower splashing against +the wall and throwing droplets onto her; bright diamonds of water +trembled on the ends of her lashes are she looked up at him, her eyes +dark and glittering. "This is what I wanted." Her breathing was +steady but deep; a flush covered her from her cheeks to her breasts. +She seemed to be struggling between lust and shyness for a moment, and +then she grasped his cock and inched forward, settling back on her heels +just inches from him. "I want you to spray me with piss just like you +did with your come. I want you to cover me with it. I want you to +watch me as I drink it down." She looked up at him, impatient, heated. + +For a moment he hesitated, long inbred prohibitions against this sort of +play in his mind, and then he remembered the hot feel of her piss as it +ran down his arm, the look of ecstasy on her face as she came under his +hand and let it run freely out onto him, splashing over him, +surrendering herself to the pleasure. He put a hand against the wall, +steadying himself, and then he felt the rush of heat move through him, +through his cock, arcing out into the air, spattering Dawn on her chin. +She moved his cock slightly with her hand, letting the stream run over +and between her breasts, one hand rubbing it into her skin; her eyes +were closed, her head thrown back, her lips parted and moving slightly, +her whisper lost in the rush of the shower. Suddenly she lowered her +head and angled his cock so that his piss splash directly across her +mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick at the drops of pale gold. Her +free hand, dripping with his piss, moved between her legs and her +fingers slipped inside of her swollen cunt. He groaned as he watched +her, the sound reverberating against the tile of the walls; the burning +in his cock was furious, excruciating, a sharp stab of pleasure. He +felt the pressure subside, and the burning start to fade; Dawn took his +cock in her mouth greedily, sucking the last drops of his piss from him, +stroking his already hardening cock in and out of her mouth. He grabbed +her hair and pulled her head away. + +"Stand up." He said roughly, bending down to slip a hand beneath her +arm, pulling her to her feet. "Bend over." + +She leaned forward, her hands resting flat on the sides of the tub, her +legs spread as far as the narrow space would allow. Sid stood for a +moment and watched water spray across her back and run down her sides, +her thighs quivering as she waited for him to slide his cock into her. +He pushed against her opening and felt the silky slide of her pussy +around his cock, and then slipped deliciously into her into her cunt, +hot and engorged. He could hear her breathing over the hiss of the +water; he gripped her hips and pulled her body backward to meet each +stroke as he pushed the swollen head of his cock into her depths. The +steam of the shower made the sweat bead on his forehead, trickling down +the side of his face. He marveled at the feeling inside of him, the +urge to take her, to fill her with his come, to make her wholly his, +completely, irrevocably; he had thought that it was impossible for him +to come again, not after the long, shuddering orgasms he had had, but he +felt it building inside of him, driven by the sight of her ass in front +of him, the heaving of her breath, her hoarse cries as her legs started +to tremble as she too neared orgasm. He closed his eyes, thinking of +her writhing beneath him in the tumbled sheets of their bed, of her head +lowering over his cock as she pushed him into the hot wetness of her +mouth, the sight of her teasing her clit as she slid his erection to the +hilts inside her body, her breasts bobbing above him as she rode his +hardness. She bore down upon him; he could feel how close she was to +her own climax as she pushed back against him wildly, meeting every +stroke. The thought of shooting his come deep inside of her, the +thought of how she had begged for him to spray her with his piss as she +had begged for his come, made him gasp and then shout out to her. + +"Come with me." He demanded, his voice hoarse and strained. "I want to +feel you come when I come." His voice trailed off as he felt her hand +bump up against the base of his cock; she was crooning to him as she +fingered her clit. + +"Oh god..." Her voice got louder as she felt his cock inside of her, +pulling on her clitoris as she teased it with her fingers. "Oh yes... +I'm coming again. Now, Sid, now!" + +He felt her muscles contract, squeezing his cock, pulling at it, as if +she could draw his climax out of his body by sheer force. He pulled out +of her, the head just at the opening of her spasming vagina, and then +pushed hard into the tightness, his sudden orgasm making his cock leap +inside of her, the force of it making him roar out with its strength. + +He let his grip loosen on her and he pulled away, leaning against the +wall of the shower, his knees unsteady, breathing heavily. She had +leaned up, her forehead against the wall, her palms flat on either side +of her face. He could see her tremble. + +"Good god." She gasped out a little laugh. + +He smiled and reached out for her and pulled her into his arms. "If +this is what they call good clean fun, I'm all for it." He reached +over to the little shelf and took down a bar of soap, lathering it up +between his hands. "I think I could get used to this." He ran the soap +over her back and massaged her shoulders. "There's just one bad thing +about it, though." + +"Hmm?" She leaned back a bit and looked at him, a smile on her face. +"And just what is that, may I ask?" + +He raised his soapy hands and wiggled his fingers at her. "My skin is +getting wrinkled." + +She laughed. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws0012.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws0012.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4cb618dd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/ws0012.txt @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +Letters from WS Pt.12 + +From Zeta + Reproduced from "Wet Set" magazine by kind permission + of the publishers. + Wet Set, P O Box 392 Turramurra, NSW 2074, Australia. + +Baby Joanne + +I'd like to write from my own personal experiences of wetting. I +am a bedwetter, and just love the smell of wet sheets. Just +smelling a wet sheet or wet panties turns me on so much. I love +to rub my face into my mess in the mornings and if I have some +wet panties I put them over my head and breath deeply. I love to +wet my panties during the day and when I get home I sniff them +while rubbing myself to a huge orgasm. My bed sheets are still +wet when I get home at night, and the smell is just so exciting +I can hardly wait to jump into it and orgasm again. + +Being a bedwetter led me to wear diapers at night and I am +hooked on them because they smell so good when they are wet! +Putting them back on again at night when they are smelly is a +delight. In the mornings I smell like a toilet but I reckon it's +better than any perfume. + +I used to hide from relationships because of my wetting and my +love of it. After all, who would want to sleep with a diaper +wearing and bedwetfing girl? I have found that there are plenty! +Other bedwetters and adult babies have found their way here on +occasion, but only a few are willing to put their face into the +soaking sheets or diaper and breadi deeply. And few are willing +to wear already wet diapers. + +Sex is definitely better when both partners (or more) are wet +and the bed is wet. Waking up lying next to an adult baby in +soaking baby clothes is fascinating, especially when I check his +diaper and he checks mine. Being screwed by a wet adult baby in +a wet bed is an excellent way to start the day. I hope you have +other letters from people who love to sniff wet beds, panties +and diapers. + +*** + +From: Glenn, New York + +My name is Glenn, and I've just finished reading your letter and +ad in the latest issue of Nugget. I too find pants wetting a +great turn on, and I am always on the lookout for accident +situations such as at amusement parks and football games, and +just recently found a local stock car racing track to provide an +opportunity to catch someone accidentally pee her pants. + +I had never wet my pants on purpose until a few years ago when I +started going with Lynn. She was a gorgeous little brunette I +had met through a friend. Anyway, we had made plans to go out +for dinner one Friday night, and because I only worked a half +day that day I decided to go over to her place early and maybe +have a couple of drinks before going out. When I got to Lynn's +place she wasn't home from work yet because, as I found out +later, she and a couple of other girls in the office went out to +a bar after work. + +I waited around for a while and pretty soon she came driving +into the parking lot, and pulled her red Mustang into the +carport next to her apartment. She didn't get out of the car +right away, and as I walked up to it she looked at me with a +funny look on her face and told me kind of sheepishly that she +had had an accident on the way home. So as I looked up and down +the side of her car not noticing any damage, she said that she +had to go to the bathroom so bad on the way home that she +couldn't hold it any more and ended up pissing her pants. Sure +enough, when I looked into the car there was a large wet area +around her crotch. + +I can remember getting so turned on that I was shaking as she +got out of the car. I followed her into the apartment as I +stared at her wet butt encased in a tight pair of tan corduroy +pants which were soaked from her belt loops almost to her knees. +She told me she was really embarrassed. I then admitted to her +that it really turned me on, and gave her a few smacks on her +wet behind. Lynn enjoyed getting spanked, and it always led to +great sex, and this time was by no means any different. We did +end up going out to dinner that night, but much later than we +expected. The wet pants conversation we had at the restaurant +didn't do much for my appetite because I was too turned on to +want to eat anything. + +After dinner we went across the street to a bar and had a few +more beers before heading back to her place. On the way home +Lynn said she had to pee again and wanted to go in her pants, +but only if I would too. I readily agreed. So when we both were +straining to hold it we went down to the laundry room, and while +facing each other we proceeded to wet ourselves. At first I +didn't think that I would be able to just freely go in my jeans, +but soon realised that it was very easy. That warm flood of pee +spreading over the front of my pants and down my legs was quite +erotic as I watched Lynn do the same. + +From that day on our preoccupation with pants wetting became +more and more varied. Lynn had quite an imagination and used it +regularly in different places and situations. Because we engaged +in this game quite often I could go on here for ages, but this +is just an example of one day over a period of time. By the way, +I have a couple of good diaper stories I can relate that involve +Lynn as well as another girl. + +I'd be very interested in your newsletter and could contribute +some situations that have happened that I'm sure would be of +interest to anyone liking this kind of activity. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wsfiles1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wsfiles1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e441237b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wsfiles1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ + T H E W S - F I L E S ! + +(Any X-Philes reading this - hey its just a bit of fun OK?) + +----------------------- + +Scully stepped out of her FBI issue car. It was a cool night in the forest. +She walked down the side of the road for about 50 yards. It was completely +deserted. She could see very little apart from what was immediately in +front of her car where the headlights picked out the potholed road winding +off into the distance. + +"Better go back and turn off the lights or the battery'll be dead when I +get back," she thought to herself. + +She went back to the car, reached in and retrieved her torch, turning off +the headlights as she did. Boy it was spooky alone in the dark, "Mulder +would be right at home here," she thought, suppressing an urge to giggle. + +She switched on her powerful torch and the forest seemed a little less +oppressive. She walked back down the road to where she had been standing +before. Here at the edge of the road she could see a worn down trail +leading directly into the mass of trees and foliage. "Doesn't look too +bad," she whispered, feeling the giggle rising up again and only just +stopping it. + +She started off along the trail and away from the relative safety of the +road and her car. As she followed the trail she thought of how she came to +be here. + +It had started routinely enough. There had been reports of sightings of an +"alien craft" from people in a remote village about 2 miles from where she +was now. At first the reports had been treated with scepticism but then +some of the villagers had disappeared. She and Mulder had planned to come +out here together, but then he had caught the 'flu bug that had been going +around the FBI offices and she had convinced him to go home to bed. + +Now she was thinking maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come out here +alone. Oh, she didn't believe the alien stories - there was bound to be a +more earthly explanation for what was going on - but still, it could be +dangerous. + +She continued to follow the trail, cursing as for the hundredth time she +snagged her skirt on a branch. She was regretting dressing in her usual FBI +"power suit". She was also regretting that extra coffee she had drunk when +she had stopped at a truck-stop half-an-hour before. She had been in danger +of falling asleep at the wheel if she didn't take a break from driving, and +after she stopped she had found she was both ravenous and thirsty. So she +had ended up ordering a huge greasy meal washed down with plenty of coffee. +Not her usual weight-conscious style but sometimes there's no alternative. +Now it seemed that the pressure that was building in her bladder was +chiding her for being here, making her nerves more on edge than ever. + +A sudden noise off to Scully's left made her stop short. Hardly daring to +breathe, she stood perfectly still, listening carefully. It was deathly +quiet, there was not even a breeze to stir the trees. After a few moments +of listening she decided that it must have just been her imagination, +coupled with her nervousness and the increasing need to relieve herself +that had made her think she heard a breaking branch. + +She continued on down the path between the trees. After about five minutes +she realised it was starting to get easier to see. Before she had only been +able to see a short distance in front of her where her torch beam had +struggled to cut through the blackness in the forest. Now it seemed she +could make out more of the green colour of the leaves and bushes around +her. But it wasn't a comforting sight, the light that was making the forest +more visible was an eerie throbbing green glow. That wasn't the only thing +that was starting to throb. Scully thought about just moving to the edge of +the path and squatting down to pee but her nerves had a tight grip on all +her muscles now and she thought she probably wouldn't be able to release +them here. + +Her mind had been drifting and she hadn't noticed the cloaked figure step +up behind her. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light that hit +Scully square in the back and she fell to the ground in a heap. + +She awoke an unknown amount of time later. She was lying on a comfortable +arrangement of soft cushions. She shifted around snugly and risked opening +her eyes. What she saw immediately put her back on edge again. She sat up +with a start and regretted it straight away as her bladder complained +loudly to her. + +She was in a brightly lit oval shaped room about 20 feet across. She was +sitting at one end of the room. The only other features in the room were +the group of aliens sitting on similar cushions opposite her! They were +just your typical aliens, she thought, looking just like all the artist +impressions of them, with egg-shaped bald heads and thin, wiry limbs. There +were four of them sitting impassively staring at her with large, dark eyes. +Scully stared back. + +After about a minute of the two races staring at each other in silence, +Scully thought, "Well, this isn't getting us anywhere," so she spoke. + +"Hello?" + +The four aliens got up fast from their side of the room and approached +Scully without fear. Scully went into red alert. She automatically reached +for her side-arm but it wasn't there! She cowered back as the aliens +reached out with their bony fingers and started to poke and prod her. +Scully was terrified. She sat stock still while she was "examined" by the +curious aliens. They felt inside her mouth and ears, squeezed her arms and +legs, and one alien pushed against her abdomen. "Oh!" cried Scully, pushing +her thighs together to stop the sudden desperate complaint from her +bladder. + +Thankfully for Scully, the aliens moved away, seemingly satisfied with +their examination. Scully, however, was far from happy. The need to lighten +the pressure in her bladder was growing unbearable. She would have to do +something soon or she would be sitting in a puddle. In her state she +wondered wildly what the aliens would make of that! + +The aliens sat back down on their cushions. Scully sat with her right leg +over her left, squeezing her thighs tightly together. She put her hands +down between her legs and pushed her skirt into her crotch as hard as she +could bare it. She was so wrapped up in her own discomfort that she hadn't +noticed the aliens communicating with each other. They were making strange +guttural sounds in their throats and alternately looking between themselves +and at Scully. + +"Do you notice the strange way she behaves?" said the alien leader to his +second-in-command. + +"Yes, totally unlike the others we have observed. She shows no sign of the +'passing-out' or 'hysteria' symptoms we have seen before." + +"Do you think our examination has damaged her in some way?" asked the third +alien, "she seems to be most uncomfortable!" + +"See the way she repeatedly moves about and puts her upper limbs between +the tops of her lower ones. What do you make of this behaviour Snxxxch?" +(Names don't translate well from alien-speak!) + +Snxxxch, who was the leader of the medical team and highly respected racked +his "upper-thought lobe" for an explanation that didn't sound ridiculous. +The last thing he wanted was to show himself up in front of the esteemed +leader Qunnchic. + +"I think," said Snxxxch, putting on his best medical sounding guttural +growl, "that this behaviour is supposed to be a show of her superiority +over us. I therefore suggest that she be taken to 'the termination-room' +now!" + +The leader of the aliens was having none of that. He was getting a strange +feeling watching this young female earthling and her curious manner. First, +she would sit up straight with her legs crossed. Then she would move so +that she was on one side, then back to the other side. All the time, her +legs would be moving together up and down as if she were trying to copy the +small green earth creature they had studied that makes a noise by rubbing +its limbs together. + +Scully, meanwhile, was reaching capacity. She thought about releasing a +small amount of pee into her panties to stop the terrible pressure that was +only being held back by her holding herself and fidgeting, and sheer +will-power. But she just couldn't do it, she was sure that if she started +she wouldn't be able to stop. + +Scully decided that she would have to do something - it was either that or +flood her panties and skirt - and by the amount of fluid she was holding +onto, probably drown these poor aliens as well! She stood up, clenching her +muscles and holding on tightly with both hands and pleaded, "I don't know +if you can understand, but I have to GO NOW!" + +Just at that moment a door opened in the wall where there was no door +before and in walked Mulder! + +"Mulder!" (see - told you!) cried Scully. "Am I glad to see you!" + +"Come on, we're leaving," said Mulder, thinking Scully sounded more +enthusiastic than usual at seeing him. + +With that, Mulder grabbed Scully by the arm and led her through the door he +had came in. They went down a short corridor and through another door out +into the open. + +The first thing Scully noticed was that it was daylight. The second thing +she noticed was that all this pulling about from Mulder had stretched her +bladder to breaking point. In fact, a small amount of pee had already +leaked out. + +"Mulder I -." + +"I don't know Scully. I rescue you from certain death and you don't even +thank me!" + +"Mulder. Please I have ooohhh -." Scully bent over as another squirt of pee +escaped from her vastly overstretched bladder. + +"Come on Scully, we can't hang around. You're lucky I can speak +'Alien-French'. I managed to negotiate your release but I can't guarantee +our safety - we have to get away!" + +"Mulder can we just stop for -." + +"We're not safe here. Boy Scully, I can't believe you fell for the 'ray gun +in the back' trick." + +"Ouch. Ouch!" Another burst of pee, followed quickly by another. Mulder had +dragged her back to the road where her car had now been joined by his. + +"The oldest trick in the book. Jeez," said Mulder sarcastically, but also +with some humour. + +Now Mulder stopped and looked at Scully for what seemed like the first time +since the whole crazy episode had begun. She was standing slightly bent +forward, with her skirt pushed up and her hands wedged tightly into her +crotch. At that moment, a small trickle ran between her hands and dripped +down leaving a few wet spots on the road. Scully had squirted into her +panties for what seemed to her like the tenth time. She could feel her +soaked panties under her hands and her screaming bladder seeming to be even +worse now that she had let a small amount out. Her desperation was total. + +"Scully?" + +"Must pee. Must pee." + +Mulder looked blankly at Scully. + +"What the hell," Scully thought, "my panties are soaked already." She sat +down on her haunches and, with just the quickest check to make sure her +skirt was up and out of the way, she let go. + +"Aaaahhhh!" Scully audibly sighed as the pressure was finally released. + +Mulder stood and stared as Scully peed through her panties onto the road. +He seemed to study carefully the rapidly increasing puddle of her pee that +quickly turned into a small stream that ran down the camber of the road and +into the grass verge. + +"Hhmmmm!" Scully continued to thoroughly soak her underwear as a torrent of +liquid continued to pour from her. She was not aware of Mulder staring, +only of the immense relief she had never experienced before. + +After what seemed like a minute, she finally finished. For the second time +she thought "what the hell" and removed her thoroughly wet panties and +wrung them out. + +Mulder, meanwhile, had one thought going round and round in his head as he +watched this amazing display from Scully - "Aliens I can understand, but +women? Never!". + + THE END. (?) + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wstepdad.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wstepdad.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e0f37ffc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wstepdad.txt @@ -0,0 +1,363 @@ +THE WICKED STEPDAD + + +(Author's Note: This story is for Dennis... my twisted lover.) + + +Kevin was barely 18 when his mother, divorced for almost six years, +returned home from vacationing in Las Vegas and announced that she was +married. It came as a complete surprise to Kevin, who had known she was +seeing someone but didn't know it was "that" serious. Kevin had never met +Jim before, and he certainly didn't think his mother was the type to elope +with someone... let alone someone he'd never met. + +Kevin's first meeting with Jim was a little awkward. Jim was a big man +and a little intimidating. Years of laboring as a construction foreman +had given him an incredible body... he was well-muscled and beefy. If it +weren't for the touches of gray at the temples of his short, dark, wavy +hair, Jim would look very much like a pro football player in his prime. +Kevin was no match for him physically, with his lithe swimmer's build... +and with Kevin's blond hair and blue eyes, certainly no one would mistake +them for father and son. + +Jim seemed like a quiet guy, and Kevin couldn't tell what was on his mind +the first time they met. At that meeting, around the kitchen table of his +mother's house, he and Kevin avoided each other's stares while Kevin's +mother prattled on and on about how much they had in common... most of +which centered around their similar tastes in food and sports. Kevin felt +his face flush several times when he caught himself staring at Jim's +crotch... but Kevin really couldn't help it since it was obvious that Jim +was packing one monster of a cock in his well-worn Levi's. Kevin guessed +it to be at least eight inches long, maybe nine, and extremely thick... +with huge balls that looked like twin eggs squashed beneath the fabric of +Jim's jeans. Kevin wondered what it looked like out of those pants... +what it would feel like in his hand. + +It was agreed that Jim would officially move in at the next week-end. +Kevin agreed to help, and Jim offered to give Kevin his old waterbed for +his room. Kevin was already looking forward to it since it would probably +be his first opportunity to see Jim without his shirt on... and that +thought caused his cock to start swelling as he sat there at the kitchen +table. In fact, his cock started getting so hard that he crossed his legs +to hide the bulge that was now growing in his sweat pants. + +Kevin's mother stayed with her new husband at his old apartment until the +week-end. They packed everything up during the week so that, by Saturday, +it was all ready to move. Jim arrived in his pick-up early Saturday +morning to get Kevin. They didn't say much to each other on the way back +to Jim's apartment, chatting idly about this-and-that sports team. + +The move took almost all day. Kevin was amazed at Jim's strength... he +admired Jim's body as he strained to lift the heavy boxes and furniture, +and he loved the way he smelled... hot and musky... it made Kevin so horny +that at one point he had to excuse himself into the bathroom where he +quickly and quietly made himself cum by rubbing and lightly squeezing the +head of his cock with his hands while he sat on the toilet. + +After a full day of moving, Kevin's mom stayed behind at Jim's old +apartment to clean up while Jim and Kevin went home to unpack Jim's +things. "Do you want to set up the waterbed tonight? It's not that hard +to put together", asked Jim. Kevin responded that, yes, he'd like that. +Yes, he thought to himself, he'd like that very much because he was eager +to lay on that bed and jerk-off... he wondered how many times Jim had cum +in that bed. The thought of Jim's huge cock shooting cum in ecstatic +spasms while he writhed on that undulating mattress was almost more than +Kevin could take... his cock began to stir. + + +As they began moving Kevin's bed to make room for the waterbed, Kevin was +shocked speechless... there, before his eyes, a couple of old all-male +porn magazines came into plain sight when the mattress was lifted from the +box spring. "Oh, fuck...," Kevin gasped. How could he be so stupid, he +thought... he had made the mistake of stashing his gay porn in several +places so his mother wouldn't find them and, in his excitement to get the +waterbed together, had completely forgot about this cache of old magazines +hidden in his bed! + +His mouth stood open as Jim, still holding the mattress in mid-air, stared +down at the magazines with naked men on their covers. "Just what the hell +are these?" Jim demanded. He stared in disbelief at Kevin, who was too +embarrassed to speak. Kevin felt his cheeks flush red again. Kevin +reached down to pick up the magazines, not knowing what to say. + +Jim dropped the mattress, which landed crosswise on the box spring. With +a slight frown on his face, he said, "Your momma didn't tell me you were +queer," he said, a sick grin on his face. There was nothing Kevin could +do... it was pointless to try to explain. Then, oddly, his embarrassment +turned to anger as he started to view Jim as an interloper in his home. + +"Yeah, well, so what? Like you never wanted to do another guy in your +life...," Kevin said in a loud but wavering voice. "It isn't any of your +fucking business anyway!" + +"The hell it ain't!" Jim replied. Just then, he reached across the bed +and grabbed Kevin by the arm, twisting it behind him and pushing him face +down across the mattress. Kevin felt the big man's hand, which was the +size of a dinner plate, fold around his bicep. "I'm going to have to +teach you a lesson about the facts of life!" + +As Kevin tried to raise up and turn his head toward Jim, he glimpsed at +the sneer on Jim's face as he covered him from behind. "What th--", Kevin +started to say... but Jim quickly had one arm around Kevin's waist and the +other over his mouth as he leaned forward, pushing him back down onto the +bed. Jim, his breath rapid with excitement, growled in a low voice just +behind Kevin's head, "I didn't know you were a queer, kid... but now that +I do, we're going to have a little fun. You're going to like this." + +Kevin, who had been writhing beneath this giant of a man, suddenly stopped +and began to consider what was taking place. Instantly, his cock grew +hard beneath him... at the same time, he felt Jim's huge tool start to +grow as Jim began to grind it repeatedly into his left buttock. Sensing +Kevin's submission, Jim let go of his mouth and loosened his grip on his +arm slightly. + +"You ever taken it up the ass before, boy?" Jim whispered in a low growl. +"You ever been fucked like a woman?" + +"Nuh... nuh... noo," came Kevin's reply. Fear flashed across his eyes as +he turned his head to look up at Jim's hardened features. Truth was, he +had always dreamed of exactly this scene... being raped by a real specimen +of a man... feeling a huge cock pound in his ass while he moaned in the +agony and ecstasy... it was a vision to which he had masturbated a million +times... his greatest fantasy. + + +"Well, we're going to change that," came Jim's reply. Jim was breathing +heavily now... grinding his groin into Kevin's behind. As he loosened his +grip entirely, Jim rose to his knees over Kevin's backside, and Kevin +heard him unbuckle his belt and unfasten the buttons on his Levi's. Kevin +lay quietly on the bed, face down, not looking at Jim... he was scared to +death of being ripped apart by this man, yet the thought of being fucked +by his mother's husband, his stepfather!, was so exciting that he could +not help but grind his own groin into the now-bare mattress, which was +still askew on the box spring and moving noticeably under his thrusting. + +"Get up," came Jim's command. Kevin complied, rising to his feet, his +stiff cock straining against the fabric of his jeans, a growing wet spot +obvious near the waistband. "Well, well... you're looking forward to +this," said Jim. "That's good. That's real good." + +"Get out of those clothes," Jim barked. Kevin silently, slowly, removed +first his t-shirt, exposing a nipple ring that, until now, only a few of +his teen-age friends knew about. "Nice," whispered Jim, reaching to tug +lightly on the ring. "Now your pants," he said. + +When Kevin was completely naked, except for his white athletic socks, and +Jim had removed his boots and jeans, Jim reached behind Kevin and pushed +him firmly down to the floor. Kevin sat there, staring at Jim. His legs +were huge, well-muscled and very hairy. He was wearing a faded blue +t-shirt and a pair of white briefs, which his cock had made into an oddly +shaped tent, pulling the waistband from around his waist. Kevin could see +the dark, thick hair on his lower stomach and the incredibly thick top of +his pubic hair. He stared at Jim's crotch, not daring to look up at his +face. + +Jim moved forward slightly and was then standing over him. Kevin could +smell his man-scent. "Suck me," Jim said. Kevin didn't move. He had +given blow-jobs before, but this suddenly seemed very wrong to him. "Suck +me, damn it!" Jim growled. Jim reached one big hand down and grabbed +Kevin by his hair, lifting him up and shoving Kevin's face against his +crotch in one motion. "Suck me NOW!" + +Kevin scrambled to his knees and, reaching up with quivering hands, +grabbed the waistband of Jim's underwear and began removing it. "Hurry +the fuck up, damn you!" Jim bellowed. Kevin ripped Jim's underwear down +and Jim kicked them away. There, inches from Kevin's face, hard and +hanging from its own weight, was Jim's huge cock. It was the biggest cock +Kevin had ever seen... bigger than anything in his magazines and movies, +and it was pulsating. It was hard and hung slightly to the left... it had +to be at least nine inches long... it was huge and thick, hanging from a +dense growth of dark curly hair which grew all over the surrounding thighs +and up toward the stomach of this incredible man. And his balls were +gigantic... the size of large plums... and they were hanging in a furry +pouch that seemed to sag with their weight. + +"Suck it!" Jim demanded. Suddenly Kevin's hand was around the base of +Jim's cock, lifting it towards his mouth. He was lost in this moment, +fearing that he could never satisfy this man. As soon as he put the +enormous engorged head of it in his mouth, Jim seized the back of Kevin's +head in his hand, forcing his cock down Kevin's throat. Kevin gagged on +it and tried to pull away, but Jim's grip was firm. Kevin reached up with +his other hand to shove Jim away, but it was no use. Jim had both hands +laced through Kevin's hair now, and his cock was going nowhere but +straight down Kevin's throat. Kevin was in agony and could not hold back +the gagging... for a fleeting second, he thought of biting down in +self-defense but then thought better... he would never get away from Jim. + + +"I'm going to fuck your face good, boy," Jim growled. "You might as well +get used to it." Tears came to Kevin's eyes as he felt Jim slightly +withdraw his cock from his throat, only to plunge it in again. As Jim +pumped his monster in and out of Kevin's mouth, Kevin began to relax... he +had lost his hard-on in his fear, but it had started to return. As he +accepted Jim's repeated thrusting, he started to think about what was +happening. And he started to think about how he enjoyed it. + +He reached up and cupped Jim's balls in his hand. Jim spoke in a deep, +labored voice as Kevin's hand touched his balls. "That's it... mmmm... so +good...," Jim moaned. Jim's rhythm changed slightly... it became more +regular and a little less rough. He's enjoying this, Kevin thought... and +that made him very hard. Kevin started to concentrate on actually sucking +Jim's gorgeous cock. He used his tongue the best he could to lick the +underside of its immense shaft... and he tried to relax as he felt the +head plunge repeatedly down his throat. As Kevin fondled the big man's +balls in one hand, he reached around Jim's ass with the other and started +to squeeze Jim's tightening ass. Jim released his hold around Kevin's +head slightly now... they were both enjoying this and Jim was near +orgasm... Jim's eyes closed as he thrust his cock in Kevin's mouth, while +Kevin held onto his ass tightly, pulling him in his mouth, working this +monster cock like he had never dreamed he could. + +"Time to fuck your tight little asshole," Jim said. He suddenly stopped +thrusting into Kevin's face. Kevin let him pull his cock out of his +mouth... he saw it hanging there, hard and glistening, foaming with his +spit and Jim's precum. Kevin swallowed hard. "I... I've never been +fucked before," he whispered. Jim grinned an evil grin. "That's okay... +we'll go slow," he said. Kevin knew better than to believe him. + +Jim got down on the floor next to Kevin and began to tug hard on Kevin's +nipple ring. It hurt. "You like your tits worked over, boy? Turn +over... I'm going to work your ass for you now," Jim commanded. Kevin +reluctantly turned over onto his stomach, his hard-on burying itself in +the carpet. It felt rough on his tender cock head, which had been swollen +now for quite some time. + +As Kevin rose to his knees, Kevin turned and looked up behind him. Jim +was smiling, but it was hardly reassuring. Kevin looked away. Jim put +his hands on Kevin's hips and lifted his ass up slightly. Kevin was now +propped up on spread knees, his ass in the air. Jim slapped his ass hard, +once... twice... three times. "You like that, boy?" he growled. Kevin +let out a yell and screamed, "NO!" Whack! Jim slapped his ass again. "I +said, you like that, boy?" Jim yelled. + +"Y... Yes...," Kevin replied, not really meaning it. "That's better, +boy," Jim said. Kevin looked around and saw Jim sucking the middle finger +of his own right hand. "Turn back around!" Jim yelled, slapping him +across the ass yet again. Kevin did as he was told. + +Kevin felt Jim's huge hand part his butt cheeks. "Tight little fucking +asshole," Jim muttered under his breath. Kevin winced slightly as Jim +stuck the tip of his spit-lubed finger inside his asshole. "Relax," Jim +commanded, as if Kevin could comply. "Pretend you're taking a shit... try +to shit out my finger," Jim said. Kevin hesitated but did as he was +told... Jim felt his straining and shoved his finger all the way up his +ass. Kevin winced in pain. + +"That's it, boy," Jim said, "take it all." Jim worked Kevin's ass for a +long time, sliding first one then two fingers in and out of his ass. +After awhile, Kevin felt his ass numb slightly and then relax. Jim felt +this, too, then withdrew his fingers from Kevin's ass and told him to find +some lube. Kevin's ass ached. He hesitated and Jim slapped him across +his ass again. "Get moving, boy, before I lose my hard-on and you have to +suck me again," he said. + + +Kevin didn't have to look far, since he always kept a small jar of +Vaseline under hidden behind his nightstand. He hoped it was enough. As +he turned to face Jim, he realized he wanted to be fucked by him, even if +it hurt. This man was incredibly hot. + +He handed the jar to Jim then, without being told, resumed his position on +the floor. Jim popped the lid off the jar and then applied a large gob of +it to Kevin's asshole. It was cold to the touch, and Kevin felt his ass +tighten slightly. "Just relax, damn you," Jim growled. The lube was all +over his ass now, inside and out, and Jim was again working over his ass +with two fingers. + +Kevin felt Jim's fingers leave his asshole and he knew that, during the +pause that followed, Jim was lubing his huge cock. He glanced around his +back, watching Jim rub Vaseline up and down the thick shaft of his cock. +Then he covered the head of his cock with a huge glob of the stuff. "Roll +over on your back," Jim demanded. The thought of Jim's huge cock +penetrating his virgin asshole scared Kevin, and he hesitated. "Roll +over, I said!" Jim growled, and grabbed Kevin by the shoulder, flipping +him over. Jim pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a huge, +well-defined hairy chest and stomach. A rivulet of sweat had started to +flow down the center of his stomach, and Kevin could smell his scent now. +He breathed in deeply. + +"Lift up your legs for me," Jim commanded. Kevin lifted his legs slightly +but obviously not enough to please Jim. Jim grabbed him by the ankles and +shoved his legs over his chest, spreading them apart and exposing his +well-lubed ass. Jim lowered himself over Kevin, and Kevin felt his weight +coming to rest on his legs. "Please...," Kevin pleaded in a low voice, +"don't hurt me." But Jim just stared down at him and, grabbing his own +cock to guide it, moved his body into place over him. + +Kevin felt the tip of Jim's huge cock press against his tight asshole. +"Relax now," Jim demanded in a low voice. "Press against me like I told +you." Kevin did as he was told and braced himself with his hands on the +floor. He thrust his ass upward towards Jim just as Jim thrust his hips +forward, impaling Kevin's ass with the head of his thick dick. Kevin's +head fell backward and a look of agony crossed his face. "I don't think I +can do this," he groaned. + +"Unnnggh... oh yes... you can!" came Jim's reply, and with a huge lunge, +he buried half his cock shaft in Kevin's ass. The pain was intense and +Kevin thought for a moment that he would pass out. He caught himself +screaming in pain, but Jim was relentless. He withdrew his cock a little +then shoved it in further than before. Jim caught Kevin's legs beneath +his huge arms and leaned forward, hovering over Kevin's body, staring him +straight in the eyes. "So... tight...," Jim gasped, and with that, lunged +his body hard into Kevin's, plunging his rock hard monster of a cock deep +in Kevin's bowels. + +Sweat was beading on Jim's head now as he began thrusting in and out of +Kevin's ass. Jim's cock was thick but well-greased and it seemed to slide +further into Kevin with each successive thrust. Kevin's body rocked on +the floor beneath Jim, the carpet burning his back. Jim's hands were +planted firmly on Kevin's sides as he pounded his cock all the way into +Kevin's hole. + +Kevin could feel Jim's huge balls slapping his ass now with each thrust of +the big man's hips. He knew that Jim had his cock all the way in him. +His ass hurt but he was growing used to it... after a bit, he became aware +of a strange sensation in him, just below the base of his own cock. It +intensified every time Jim buried his cock deep within him. The whole +scene came into focus for a moment, and Kevin realized everything that was +happening. Kevin's cock was harder than ever now and throbbing. He +reached down to touch it, but Jim pushed his hand away without disturbing +the rhythm of his fucking. + + +Jim paused for a moment, his cock deep in Kevin's ass, and smeared +Vaseline on his right hand. He reached down and grabbed the boy's dick in +his mammoth hand, practically covering its full seven inches with his +fist. As he held himself over Kevin with his left hand, he resumed +thrusting and began jacking off Kevin's hard dick. His grip was tight on +Kevin's swollen cock, and the combination of being fucked and jacked off +at the same time was so hot that Kevin felt himself cumming almost +immediately. + +Kevin felt his cock starting to throb in Jim's hand as he continued to +pump and squeeze it. Kevin's entire body started to shudder, his legs +shook and an odd sensation started in his stomach. As he started to cum, +he became aware of Jim's intense thrusting in and out of his ass. He came +so hard that his stuff flew all over his chest and a few globs stuck in +the hair on Jim's chest. He heaved and gasped for air, as Jim's pounding +intensified. + +Jim closed his eyes and leaned into Kevin hard. Jim's pelvis was a piston +now, plunging his cock in and out of Kevin harder and faster. Jim's +breathing was rapid but shallow, as he was starting to gasp for air and +moan in a low growl. Suddenly, Jim's back arched slightly and his +thrusting slowed down but was deeper than ever. Jim took one final breath +and then buried his cock deep in Kevin's ass. Kevin felt the spasms +starting in at the base of Jim's cock, and he knew that Jim was cumming. +He felt Jim's cock grow thicker and pulse as it pumped his hot, thick cum +deep into Kevin's ass. + +Sweat dripped off Jim's body as he slowly fell down over Kevin. He slowly +pulled his cock out of Kevin's ass. Kevin felt his ass close around the +tip of Jim's cock as it withdrew. Jim fell over on the floor on his back, +breathing hard. Kevin lay there, his feet finally on the floor again. He +felt Jim's cum dripping out his ass. + +"Good job, son," Jim said when he had regained his breath. "Damn good. +We're going to get along fine." Kevin smiled. His fantasy had come true. + +Later that night, Kevin heard the bed groaning as Jim fucked his mother +down the hall. "Its my turn next, Mom," he whispered to himself, as he +reached down to play with himself. + +(END) diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wtchwife.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wtchwife.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..492667b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/W/wtchwife.txt @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ + +My kinkiest thrill is to make love to my wife knowing she has just had sex with +another man. + +Recently I got up the courage to let me wife know of my desire. Little did I +know she would help me live out my my dream. + +We have a neighbor who has always had his eye on Julie. One night she went +over to borrow something to complete our dinner and when she returned she had a +very odd look on her face. I asked her what was wrong and got an instant +hard-on after she told me the story. + +It seems Steve was wearing a short robe with nothing under it. When he +answered the door the robe parted and he took Julie's hand and placed it on his +cock and and asked her if she wanted a little fun in the bedroom. + +I asked my wife what she had told him and she said she would think about it. I +asked her what she wanted to do and she answered "it was totally up to me." + +Would I like to make love to her knowing I'm getting a freshly fucked pussy +full of another man's cum? Would I slide my tounge in her cum-filled cunt and +taste her. I immediately pulled out a very hard dick from my pants as proof +that I did indeed want to enjoy sloppy seconds. We went to bed shortly after +dinner and made love like newlyweds. + +While we were talking about what might happen, Julie painted a picture in my +mind ot the taste and semell of Steve's cum in her pussy and how it would feel +when I slid into her used opening. + +The next evening Julie put on a short dress and a pair of sheer panties and +kissed me at the door as she departed. She reminded me of how she would return +and would expect me to kiss her again. + +For the next two hours. I wondered what was taking place at Steve's but when +she returned home I could tell by her condition she had been stripped, ridden +hard and sent away satisfied. + +She slipped out of her dress and stood in her panties and hose. She approached +the bed and removed her cum soaked panties and placed them under my nose. One +wiff left no doubt in my mind she had been royally fucked for the last two +hours. + +Julie had me sit up as she reclined and spread the lips of her cunt. I saw +Steve's cum leak from her freshly fucked slit. I got between her legs and +licked and sucked her sloppy cunt until she begged me to stop. + +She whispered the whole story of what had happened. When Steve opened the door +it didn't take him long to get out of his clothes and remove her dress and +panties. + +He got very exicted and during a passionate sixty-nine session -- he had tried +to cum in her mouth, but she wanted him to cum in her pussy. Julie let me know +he had cum in her pussy twice and then came the surprise -- once in her ass. + +I asked her why she returned so soon and she said she wanted to give me a taste +of her used pussy to see it I liked it. + +For the next two hours I fucked Julie every which way but loose. It was the +tought of getting sloppy seconds which kept me hard. Hard enough for three +blastoffs. The thought of my cock splashing around in a pussy which was well +creamed my another was too much. Just before I came the last time I made Julie +promise to see Steve again. 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diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0abbc29a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,354 @@ +Archive-name: Family/x-3.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Never Ending Blood. The + + Julie was a young woman of African descent; elegant and + tall, she had huge breasts with nipples so large and firm her + blouse could not conceal them; her long, powerful legs and + hips were well served in the white crotch-tight pants she + wore. A freshman at Eagle State College, she and Amy were + friends . . . + "Julie, you and my little brother get acquainted, I've + got to run out for a few things." + "We'll make out just fine," said Julie. + "Hi, Julie." + "Hi. Todd. I'm just about unpacked," said Julie. She + had already taken good notice of the bulge in his jeans, and + a certain tension was already growing between them. They + engaged in smalltalk a few minutes, sizing each other up. + When Todd helped her lift her several pieces of luggage to a + closet shelf, she stood so close her titties occasionally + brushed his arms, and her breath was often at his neck. + "Need anything else?" asked Todd while they were still + almost touching in the closet. + Julie turned her head and brought her lips to Todd's for + a moment, her tongue flicking briefly, then stepped away, + "Maybe," said Julie, as she walked back to the bed and slowly + began to unbutton her blouse. She stood smiling as she + reached behind to unsnap the halter confining her huge + breasts, and shaking them free, she dropped the halter to the + floor and sat on the bed, "Come here and let Julie play with + your zipper." + Todd stood by the bed while Julie's hands found their + way inside his jeans. + "I think Amy's been keeping a secret," Julie said as + she moved from the bed an knelt at his crotch. Her hands + quickly had his enormous penis freed. + She kept her lips on the head of Todd's cock as she + slithered out of her pants and panties. Her ample breast + quivered as her buttocks emerged from the white pants. + "You have the biggest dick I have ever seen." + "All you see is me and all it wants is what you've got," + said Todd. + "Baby, what I want is a good suck and a real fuck--. + Julie played her fingertips along Todd's cock while she + nibbled at its head and sucked. + Todd played at her nipples as Julie sucked and moaned. + "Ohhh, put that thing in me, baby! Fuck me," she + moaned, collapsing on the bed. + Todd fell with her, his hard dick searching. + Julie's hand placed the huge organ in her craven cunt + and they collided in unison. "Oh, baby, baby, baby..." Julie + cried. She wrapped her legs around Todd and rotated her + pelvis with every plunge. The waves of orgasm shook her + entire body. + Finally, they both lay spent and Julie began licking and + sucking Todd's huge penis into erection again. + "Beautiful. Real Beautiful, Julie." a voice said from + the door, "I turn you over to my little brother and you fuck + his eyeballs out. Move over," Amy said. + She stood in the steamy bedroom and began removing her + clothes. + "Little brother fucks me, now," Amy said. She removed + her top, exposing her own huge breasts, and began slipping + out of her jeans. The hairy triangle between her legs became + apparent, begging. + "Amy--," Julie said, please don't be angry." + "I'm not angry, I just want a some of that beautiful + dick between my legs too, I just want some of his sweet cum + in my mouth too, I want--I want," Amy tried to say with + Julie's tongue in her mouth. + "Let's comfortable," said Julie, coaxing Amy to the bed. + Amy lay on the bed and spread her legs as Julie and Todd + explored her with their tongues. Todd's huge penis was + already coming back to life. + June came upstairs and looked through the opened door. + Julie hesitated, not knowing exactly what to do until she saw + that June was taking off her clothes. + As June stood naked, she asked, "May I?" + "Please," said Julie, relieved and excited. + June came to sit on the bed and leaned over, her breasts + falling to touch Todd's back as he lay with his head between + Amy's legs. She pulled Julie's face to her own and filled + her mouth with tongue. + "Lie back, you sweet thing," said Julie, as he urged + June to her back beside Todd and Amy. + June complied and thrust her warming pussy up to meet + the ministrations of Julie's expert tongue. + "Todd, please fuck me, now. Please put that thing in + me," Amy said, writhing at the sight of June and Julie. + Todd rolled onto his sister's body, his huge penis + trying to find entrance. + As Julie wildly tongued her clitoris, June leaned toward + the other couple and kissed Todd's shaft as he penetrated + Amy's flaming cunt; then she positioned herself between his + buttocks to lick and suck his scrotum while he fucked Amy. + Amy writhed with Todd's extremely huge penis until she + came and came again. + "Please, please, little brother--let me suck that thing + again-- + "Oh, Amy, please--June interrupted, let me ride." + Amy put her flaming desires aside and turned Todd's huge + member over to her mother... + Todd wanted to fuck his mother; her lovely tits; the + beautiful hairy triangle between her legs . . . + He had arrived, he was in control! + June's heart leaped with pride as she felt her son's + dick inside her as Amy and Julie watched. Her body was on + fire. She heaved with every thrust. She had a series of + crashing orgasms and she wanted more! Her cunt craved this + dick and she convulsed in screaming orgasm. + Todd woke to find his mother at the foot of the bed + bringing Julie back to life with her tongue. Julie was + beginning to squirm with June's head between her legs. Amy + sleepily rolled over to lick at Todds growing erection, then + she rose to straddle Julie's face and nodded to her mother. + "Mom?" Todd pleaded. Without waiting for an answer, he + pulled his mother up on the bed and straddled her chest, + poising his prick before her mouth--a thick shaft of pulsing + flesh. His mother's luscious lips gladly received the shaft, + and she began to suck. Amy and Julie clasped in sixty-nine + and went fervently at each other's clit with their darting + tongues. + June lovingly sucked Todd' penis. She thought of many + days, the office, the world--the universe. Now, she was free. + A little wave of orgasm had brought her peace once more. + "Julie," June whispered, reaching out to touch Julie's + cheek. + Julie rose to kneel before him; her nakedness alive and + wanting, "Oh, I can't get enough of that thing," she said. + She bent and put her mouth over Todd's huge organ. She + sucked hard at its head and licked the shaft. She couldn't + get enough... + June and Amy fell to sixty-nine, tonguing each other's + pussy. + Finally, Julie called his name, "Todd, Todd, baby, fuck + me, fuck me now." + He rolled to position himself between Julie's legs. + "Oh, God--you dear. Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck + me...put out this fire in me, please--Oh, God, that's + beautiful... + * * * + + Marie was Julie's mother. At 38, her light skin set-off + her remarkably youthful figure. As a linguist and consulting + anthropologist for the State Department, she often found + herself in Washington D.C. + When June learned Marie was in Washington she invited + her over to spend the few days she was in town, and asked + Todd if he would mind picking her up at her hotel after she + got back from her day at the State Department. + "I can't tell you how nice it'll be not to have to spend + three more days in another hotel," said Marie as she and Todd + began the hectic drive across town. "I do feel like I'm + imposing, but I just couldn't resist June's invitation." + "We have four bedrooms, plus the gym," said Todd. "Mom + and Myra in her bedroom, Amy and Julie in Amy's, I in mine, + and you will have the fourth all to yourself." + "I don't suppose I'll get all that lonesome, then, with + that houseful," Marie said as Todd stopped for a red light. + As they looked at each other up close for the first + time, there seemed to be some sort of chemistry in the + making. Marie had noticed the unusually large bulge at the + crotch of Todd's jeans as soon as they had gotten in the car. + Todd had once caught her looking down toward his lap as + he drove, and when she had looked away briefly he shifted his + position so that the bulk of his penis was more pronounced. + Marie was wearing a close-fitting, but modest blue + business suit. Her sheath skirt had only come two inches + above her knee when she had first seated herself on the + passenger's side of the Mercedes. After ten minutes of the + expected hour-long drive across town, and they had gotten + comfortable with each other's small talk, Todd noticed + Marie's skirt had worked its way to about six inches above + her knees--and she had turned her body more toward him. + Marie certainly was a beautiful woman--and quite sexy, + too, Todd was thinking as they made their way on through the + heavy traffic. + "Todd . . ." Marie said as he caught her again staring + at his cock. "June must be awfully proud to have a son as + handsome as you, but I'll bet she's jealous at all the + attention young women must be giving you these days." She + smiled, her fiery eyes fixed on his as he stopped again for a + traffic light. + "Mom's a very understanding person," he said. + "Yes, she is," said Marie, "And so nice--too nice as a + matter of fact. She even offered to drive me to the office + every day, but I told her William Beane lives just a few + blocks away and he'll come by and get me in the mornings." + "I'm going to insist that you let me chauffeur you + around while you're here, Marie. I don't have a thing to do + for another week, and I'll enjoy it--maybe you can get me in + the State Department building sometime this week to see some + of those famous people in government that I've only read + about in the paper or seen on T.V." + "Well, we'll see," she smiled, her skirt somehow still + moving up. She caught his eye glancing at her legs at the + next light and nonchalantly parted her knees just a little as + she feigned a look in the opposite direction. + They drove in silence a few minutes and Marie had + removed her shoes and seemed to be fidgeting, as though she + was having trouble getting comfortable. + Todd noticed her restlessness, "About thirty more + minutes. I'll bet you've had a tiring day--would you like to + stop for a cup of coffee, or some pop?" + "Well--yes, I think I would. I have had a pretty busy + day, maybe a cup of coffee is just what I need. You're so + thoughtful, Todd--and so mature for your age. Julie had + already told me on the phone that you were wise beyond your + years," Marie said, putting her shoes on. + They pulled into Eddie's Diner and Todd ordered their + coffee and ice cream while Marie excused herself to the + ladies' room. + Forty-five minutes had gone by before they knew it and + the sun was sinking low in the west. They hurried from the + diner to resume the drive on to June's. + "You're such pleasant company," Marie said as she + removed her shoes again. "June's probably wondering where we + are. I just got carried away in the diner hearing about your + escapades at school . . . Oh, to be young again," she sighed + as Todd smiled at her. She brought her left leg up under her + and settled back against the door to face Todd more easily. + She couldn't keep from glancing at his groin every once in a + while, but by facing him maybe he wouldn't notice her head + turning as much. She was facinated by what appeared to be a + pretty large--and growing--organ between his legs. + We'er almost there," he said as changed to the right + exit lane. + "That's almost too bad, Todd. I was enjoying my ride + with you," Marie said, "Maybe--if you really don't mind + taking me to work in the mornings--we'll have some more + pleasant rides together." + "I'll insist on it," said Todd. As he returned her + gaze, he discovered she'd taken her hose off in the diner, + and her skirt was once again riding up her beautiful, long + legs. As he veered off the freeway to a residential section, + and Marie shifted to brace herself against the turn, he was + able too catch a glimpse of the crotch of her white panties. + She seemed to have parted her knees a little more than was + absolutely necessary. He believed she might be teasing him. + He spoke, "You know, if you're enjoying the ride after + your long day--I certainly am--why don't we call in and tell + Mom we're going to drive around for a couple of hours. We're + just two blocks away from Carnes Road. It's a peaceful drive + this time of the evening--" + "You know, Todd, I was just thinking the same thing--I + mean, that would be such a nice way to unwind. Stop right + over there at that payphone and I'll make the call," Marie + said. + Todd came to a stop by the payphone box and Marie jumped + out with a quarter already in her hand. + "All set," she said, getting back in the car. "June was + so nice about it, I'm sorry I lied to her." + Todd grinned, "What did you tell her?" + "I told her I had a little emergency at the office and + we'd be a little late. Sometimes I'm a little embarrassed + when people know everything I do for relaxation," Marie said + searching her bag for a cigarette. + Todd drove the Mercedes back toward the intersection and + turned into the outbound lane of Carnes Road. The sun was + going down and Marie removed her jacket, revealing her ample, + firm breasts through a suprisingly thin white blouse. Todd + discovered she must have also removed her bra at the + diner--if she had been wearing one. There was still + sufficient light to see her acron-size nipples pressing + against the blouse front, and she had somehow opened the + blouse enough to let the bare curves of her voluptuous + titties show when she turned one way or the other. + Todd felt the familiar tightness beginning in the crotch + of his jeans as he stopped to let a tractor-trailer rig make + its turn-around on the highway. + Marie's skirt had risen well above mid-thigh as she + leaned forward with the cigarette, and Todd offered the + glowing end of the cigarette lighter. + Bringing her cigarette to meet the lighter in Todd's + hand, she rested her left hand on his leg at mid-thigh. In + the fading light, he could see one of her firm nipples + completely exposed. + Marie seem to lingered in that position for a few extra + moments, then she smiled an leaned back against her door + again, her left foot on the seat nearly touching Todd, her + right foot resting on the floorboard. Her skirt had somehow + worked up exposing the darkness of pubic hair between her + legs. + She smiled and let her left hand fall seductively to her + inner thigh, her fingers resting an inch below her panties. + Todd stared more openly at the appealing display next to + him as the toes of Marie's left foot made contact with his + hip. + She drew on the cigarette seductively: "Todd, the + truck's out of our way now," Marie said, a mischievous smile + on her lips. + "Ah, yeah--I was distracted," he blushed, and started + the car forward. "I'm easily distracted in the presence of a + woman as beautiful as you." + Maire giggled, "You devil, you're such a charmer. I'll + bet you get anything you want from the girls," she flicked + the cigarette against the ashtray and brought her foot up to + rest in Todd's lap, directly on his growing member. After a + moment she held the cigarette in her lips and brazenly moved + her skirt up above her waist with both hands and opened her + knees. + "This feels so cool," she said, taking another drag + from the cigarette, said easing one hand inside her panties. + After obviously fingering her clit with Todd watching as + best he could, Marie sat up and scooted over to within a few + inches of him; his penis had now expanded uncomfortably. He + shifted his position as best he could, but the discomfort was + there. + Marie giggled and leaned over to flick his ear with her + tongue and put her hand on his leg as he got up to highway + speed and spoke again, "Does it bother you to have someone + sit this close when you're driving?" + "Not when it's you." He straightened as best he could + in his upright position to give more slack in his jeans for + his growing cock. + As she leaned into him, he raised his arm and put it + around her, his hand resting over her shoulder barely above + her breast. She snuggled closer and let her fingers play + along the inner side of his leg a moment, then kissed him on + the neck, her right moving up to his lap--and in contact with + his enormous bulge. She let her hand rest a moment on his + hardened, confined penis as she leaned further to put the tip + of her tongue in his ear. + Todd moved his hand over and inside Marie's shirt to + rest firmly on her naked breast, his fingers manipulating her + hard nipple. + At that moment, they came to an intersection on the + highway and Todd came to a stop. He turned to Marie and she + came into his arms, their lips meeting briefly before their + tongues began the duel for excitement. + "This is so nice here, and you're so nice. It'll be hard + for me to tear myself away." Her right hand began to message + his swelling cock through his jeans. She let her fingers + play and leaned to tongue his ear again. + Todd responded, his hand inside her shirt to her + breasts. Their tongues savaged the other's and Marie set + both hands to work on the button and zipper of Todd's jeans. + "Baby," Marie whispered in his ear, "Drive on now, while + Marie plays. I want to suck that thing. Please, please get + it out for me." + Todd moved the electric seats back, and opened and + lowered his jeans. Marie was already into his briefs with + her hands. Freed, his engorged cock sprung up, its swollen + head disappearing immediately between Marie's hungry lips. + She had never had such a huge dick in her mouth. The + excitement sent minor quakes through her body in + anticipation. She squirmed and moved her ass futilely in the + air. + Todd set the car in motion and drove on into the dark. + "Oh, Todd, baby, I'm too far gone. I've got to get this + thing between my legs. Please find somewhere to get off the + road and fuck me. Oh, god, hurry." + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-men.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-men.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..83062332 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/x-men.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1108 @@ +Psylocke - hit any key to start demonstration + +She hit the space bar a few times and the Reavers' computer started to +output its tremendous date file. "They have been very thorough", Elizabeth +thought, as details of her childhood scrolled past. Another monitor showed +digitized photos of times and places she'd forgotten a long time ago. "Now +where did they get those?" she wondered, whispering it aloud. + +She had looked very different at the time of her first serious modelling. +Her breasts were smaller then, her body tighter, her face younger. She +still remembered the thoughts running around in photographer's head - being +a teenage mindreader can be very educational. Elizabeth had learned to accept +that as she grew older and wiser, and nowadays she never peeked really deep +into other person's mind. There was never anything beautiful to be found, +only guilt, hate and chaos their conscious level was never aware of. She had, +of course, been taught the tricks of the trade by the undisputed master, +professor Xavier, but sometimes she wondered if she really could adjust how +deep she probed. Perhaps she saw everything other people had stuffed inside +their heads, just refusing to know it consciously. + +Sensors indicated someone at the door, but she didn't have to look at the +monitor to recognize her. Dazzler, the show-off mutant with power to transform +sound into light, entered the room carrying two cups of coffee. + +"Found anything interesting?" she asked as she set the cups on a small table. + +"No", Elizabeth said and reached for the cup. She didn't have to look at it +directly, since she saw it through Alison's eyes. The multimedia show on the +monitor ended and another menu appeared. She sipped her coffee and swallowed +it quickly, because it was still a little bit hot. + +"Have the boys returned?" she asked back. + +"Not yet", Alison said and inserted the cassette into the stereo. It was U2's +Rattle and Hum, one of her favorites after Tina Turner. The bass line of +"Bullet" filled the air, first loud, then quieter as Alison loaded her body +with music. + +"It's OK, they can definitely take care of theirselves", Elizabeth said and +drank again, this time ready for heat. "We survived the Inferno, defeated +Reavers, even M-Squad..." - she giggled now with Alison - "they really would +not let a bunch of common crooks give them any trouble, now would they?" + +"Definitely", Alison answered. + +"How's Rogue?" + +"Still sleeping. I checked her a five minutes ago. The sedative is still +effective." + +"Do you think that she's going to get herself together?" Elizabeth asked. + +Alison took some time before answering. They both knew what Rogue had to +go through every day, probably until the end of her life. She was never +able to touch anyone, since slightest physical contact caused her to suck +the target's mind into her body, turn to him. It was not a beautiful sight +nor a happy state of mind. She had - accidentally - taken Carol Danvers +permanently inside her, and these personas hadn't gotten along very well +recently. All that was needed to that was to touch her a little bit too +long. She could never feel what it was like to sleep a whole night with +someone she loved, naked bodies touching each other everywhere, every time. +Her crimes had been notorious, yes, but the punishment had been out of +every proportion. + +"I... really don't know. We must hope so." + +Elizabeth streched her hands and yawned. She looked at the clock and was +surprised to realize that it was so late already. Her shoulders felt like +she was Colossus. Alison was quick to help her teammate and stepped behind +her. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair as Alison started rubbing her shoulders +and neck. + +"That feels nice", she complimented. Her hand reached for a key, but she +stumbled and hit the key next to the one she'd intended. "Hmph", she said, +pressing the right key, but the machine was already running. Another multi- +media about her started to run. + +"Browsing through your file?" Alison asked, running her fingertips over +and over her shoulders. "Isn't it surprising how they got all that data +about us. You know, my file is full of stuff I wasn't aware of myself." + +Elizabeth didn't bother to stop the computer, instead she leaned back, +closed her eyes and let Alison relax her completely. She breathed peace- +fully, her mind wondering around. Suddenly Alison's hands stopped what +they were doing, just in the middle of where they really shouldn't have +done that. Elizabeth felt like a symphony had ended abruptly into sound +of everyday noise. + +"Don't stop", she said quickly, with her eyes shut. Alison was stunned +for a second, they she started making a sound reminding Elizabeth of when +her girlfriends had caught her kissing a boy when she was twelve. She saw +the reason in her mind when Alison started to giggle. + +Elizabeth's eyes and mouth opened wide and she reached for the keyboard. +On the monitor there were sensuos photos of her - without a strand. She +gasped for air with disbelief - the guy had promised to destroy those +photos when she'd came over next day to tell that she'd changed her mind! +How could she have been so naive and stupid then? Alison was giggling aloud +now, almost falling down on the floor as Elizabeth pressed the buttons +frantically, trying to make the computer stop. + +"Oh god", she said when she found the right command. The picture died into +blackness. + +She turned around and looked at Alison, who was trying not to laugh. Her +eyes were delivering a clear message, telling that if she ever told anyone +about these photos, she'd be dead meat. Alison pointed her forefinger play- +fully to her, showing that she'd give her the fight of her life. + +"Now. How much did you see?" Elizabeth finally asked. + +"Quite enough", Alison answered. "There was this picture where you were +lying on the bed, eyes closed, legs open and hands on your pussy. And that +other one of you doing Emmanuelle-pose in that chair, except the expression +on your face was somehow more dangerous. I didn't know you had such reserves." + +"Alison." + +"Elizabeth, come on. OK, so you were young and this guy, let me guess, gave +you a few drinks and you needed cash and did it? It's not such a big deal, +nothing to worry about." + +"Alison." Her voice contained now the anger that the shame had covered. + +"Come on." Alison stepped forward and quickly turned the chair around. She +placed her hands on Elizabeth's neck before she could object. "You should +have seen the discos I performed in when I was young. Real ratholes with +minimum pay. I had to do some posing to reach bearable standards of living, +and most of it nastier than yours. Some of it a lot nastier, since I wasn't +very beautiful then and no-one wanted to see my body unless it was humped +by some stud. So you have nothing to complain. I was just able to remove them +from my file before anyone else found them. Even all the video stuff. But +at least I had the decency not use my real name, and I don't think that any- +one recognized me, because I only did cameos if films and usually wore a mask +when I sang onstage." + +Elizabeth sensed that Alison was telling the truth. She let herself loosen +again and sighed. "Now my good massage work is ruined", Alison said, feeling +her muscled tensed again. + +"Sorry", Elizabeth said. + +"It's OK. My fault", Alison said and started to rub rougher. "Little facts +of life." + +"Alison?" Elizabeth asked shyly. + +"Yes?" + +"Did you... I mean, did you ever... you know..." + +Alison stopped. "Yes, I did. Even that. It hurt at first, but gave me double +the money I would have normally earned, so I did it even though I hated it. +You don't want to hear any details." + +"No, not that. I mean..." Alison stopped at the middle of sentence, swallowed +some air and said "nothing." + +Alison's grip tightened a bit, and for a moment neither of them did anything. + +"I didn't mean to read your mind", Elizabeth said quickly, in an apologizing +voice. "It just sometimes happens and I do that when I am..." + +"So now you know. Yes, I did lesbian scenes. And liked them more than doing +it with men. But that was because it wasn't a real thing with men, they just +masturbated using me. Besides pay and shame, I didn't get anything from films. +It was different with women, because I sometimes enjoyed it even though the +directors made us do it in a "visually pleasing" way no woman would ever enjoy +in real life." Alison stressed the words "visually pleasing" in a way to mimic +a fat, sweaty porn movie director. + +"It is totally different with Longshot", she continued after a while. "He's +my best lover ever, perhaps because he's not like the men from Earth." + +"What is he like?" Elizabeth asked, now relaxed. She had begun to feel closer +friendship with Alison as they now shared a secret to hide from the rest of +the team. + +"Well..." Alison said, trying to find a proper way to say it, "let's say he's +just like his name." + +Both women burst laughing, and Alison briefly described how his sexual organs +functioned. She added how she'd once came to bed wearing sexy white lace, and +"he hit the ceiling!" and this naughty pun caused both women laugh like +maniacs while Alison stressed how it was literally true. + +"OK, I believe you", Elizabeth said finally, whoahing herself. "It's not like +we didn't have sexy men around here." + +"Right. Who do you think is the best hunk in our team?" + +"Don't ask that... I'd give my vote to Peter. I agreed once to model nude +for his drawing, and shivered of excitement all the time." + +"Holy!" Both girls slapped a high five. "Peter is fine and he seems to be the +only one of us who still has any ideals left", Alison said, "but Longshot is +my man. It's just that I wished that he didn't spend that much time with Rogue. +Sometimes I suspect his loyality. Do you remember how they skated together, and +everything she was wearing was from my wardrobe?" + +"Do I? How could I forget? That interrupted my posing for Peter!" + +"That's right. But this conversation is turning into a dangerous direction. +It's not Rogue's fault that she is like that, and we shouldn't talk about +her when she's not present. But after Longshot... I'd pick Alex." + +"Yeah. He is soooo sexy in that black uniform!" + +"Right!" + +"Do you think that we are sexy, wearing these skintight costumes? Have you +ever thought how people must be looking at us?" Elizabeth asked suddenly. + +"You mean they never try to make you bend to see your tits better? Never +make any comments, whistle or ask something immoral when you walk by?" + +"They do it to you too?" + +Alison looked down at her body. Her clothes really were tight and sexy. +"Then why is it that we are wearing such costumes?" + +"You know why. Loose clothes would be dangerous in a fight." + +"Yeah. Right." + +"And of course for the kicks." + +"Especially." + +Elizabeth noticed that Alison's nipples were now clearly visible under the +garment. Alison was running her hands down her body, trying to find fat or +loose places under her clothes. + +"Alison?" she asked, shy again. "What is it... you know... like with a woman? + +Alison stopped and looked curiously at Elizabeth. "Why do you want to know?" + +"Me... for nothing. I am just curious", Elizabeth said. "You don't have to +tell me if you don't want to." + +"For the starters", Alison said, "I did it because I had to. There were no +films for straight women, you always had to do threesomes or twosomes with +another girl. Men want to see such stuff from every woman in the film, God +knows why. But I admit that it wasn't bad, it was far better than with men +in the front of cameras. And definitely a lot better than with those fatty +directors and producers testing the girls they casted." + +"But how is it like?" + +"It is like foreplay that goes on and on. It isn't like sex with men that +ends before you've even started. It's much more tender." + +Elizabeth looked at her, puzzled. "Did you really do such things on films?" + +"No", Alison said, after a while. "It was neutral in the films, not bad, +not good. But I did it a couple of times in a private room with another +actor. Her name was Lisa, and she was five years older than me. We had become +really good friends and we used to sleep together when I had no other place +to go. It felt good." + +"Oh." Elizabeth said, surprised of this new aspect she'd found in her team- +mate. She wasn't aware again that she'd been reading Alison's thoughts. For +a moment she could feel the memory of woman's touch on her skin, lips kissing +her neck and ear, fingers turning on the wet pussy. + +"So now you know." + +Elizabeth moved like in a dream as she stepped up and kissed Alison on her +mouth. Alison's eyes were wide with surprise as Elizabeth's tongue caressed +hers, probing tenderly. They held each other's bodies and Alison started +licking her shoulder, neck and ear with her tongue. Elizabeth sighed with +excitement and held on to Alison tighter so her legs wouldn't turn into +cooked macaroni and she wouldn't fall on the floor. + +"Let's do it", Alison said with passion. Elizabeth retreated on the wide +chair pulling Alison with her and sat down. Alison sat on her lap facing her, +her knees supporting her on the both sides of Elizabeth's body. Her breasts +were close to Elizabeth's face, and she caressed them with her hands through +the clothes. Alison felt her pussy moisten and her back arch as Elizabeth +found her nipples and started massaging them. Alison's ass was resting on +thin air, and Elizabeth moved her hands to support it. She gradually brought +them closer to Alison's pussy as Alison removed all clothes from her torso, +revealing her breasts for her to lick. + +"Oh god", Alison moaned as she put her hands to Elizabeth's tits. Elizabeth +was now licking her shiny breasts one by one, burying her face between them +and pulling her closer to her. Alison's pussy was now tingling as she wanted +this gorgeous creature. + +After a minute of this Elizabeth stood up. She was strong enough to carry +Alison, who had now wrapped her arms and legs around her. She put her down +on the floor, which felt a bit cold under Alison's bare back. Alison caressed +her tits as Elizabeth took off all her clothes and stood there buck naked. +Alison removed her shoes and pants and reached her hand for Elizabeth. She +took it and let her pull her body gently down to her. + +Elizabeth was on the top, and they were kissing fiery kisses, their tongues +licking each other's mouth. Alison wrapped her legs around Elizabeth's, thus +securing the position. Their hot pussies were now very close, and Elizabeth +placed her right hand over her ass and reached for them from behind. She found +her very own, caressed it for while, then pulled her hand back and brought +it between them. As her hand reached Alison's pussy they rolled sideways to +give her more room to operate. + +Elizabeth rubbed her pussy lips with her fingers as she licked her swollen, +wet breasts. "Yes", Alison moaned as she inserted her finger inside her, +examined her for a while, found her clitoris and concentrated in it. Alison +arched her back and stretched her feet as far as she could to intensify to +feeling. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, and Elizabeth could feel +the fantasies going on inside Alison's head. She opened herself to them and +became a part of them, bringing them closer together. Because she could feel +what Alison felt, she was all the time able to touch her where it felt best. +Alison was now pulsing colorful light into every direction as she couldn't + - and didn't want to - control her body and lust. + +"Oooh", she yelled as she felt the orgasm make its way through her hot body. +Elizabeth closed her eyes and became one with Alison's mind, feeling the +orgasm as personally as she did. Her own body, to which excitement was too +much, responded by exploding into an orgasm of its own. They breathed heavily +as they held tight into each other, prolonging the orgasm, feeling it, sharing +it together. + +As soon as the orgasm had been enjoyed into the last drop, Alison laid Eliza- +beth on the floor and started eating her. First she licked her pussy lips and +the insides of her thighs, then she inserted her tongue into her pussy and +started moving it back and forth, casually pointing it at Elizabeth's clitoris. +Elizabeth writhed in ecstacy and moaned something incomprehensible. Alison +took her tongue out, lapped her wet pussy lips, then inserted it again. She +repeated this several times, which almost drove Alison into frenzy. Finally, +when Elizabeth's moans were so intense that they could mean only one thing, +she rocked her tongue inside her. Elizabeth welded their minds together and +Alison felt the same sensation as her pussy, dangling up in the air, became +the transmitter of pleasure radiating from Elizabeth's massive orgasm. + +They repeated this cycle several times, each time more passionately until +they suddenly heard a dizzy southern voice calling for them in the hallway. +They tried to reach for their clothes, but it was far too late. Rogue appeared +at the door, dressed in her nightgown. Her speech cut in the middle of the +sentence as she saw her teammate's nude bodies trying to cover themselves. + +"Im sorry", she said. Her Rogue persona had the controls now. "I didn't +mean to interrupt." + +"It's our fault", Elizabeth said. "We should've done this in our private +rooms." + +"It's OK", Rogue said. "I mean, enjoy each other's bodies when you can", she +said, not trying to hide her sadness. "I just wanted to see if everything is +under control here. I'll go back to bed now." + +"Rogue, don't go", Alison said. "Let's talk about this." + +"There is nothing to talk about for me", Rogue said, trying to hold herself +together. The glass in her hand broke into pieces, but she didn't even notice. + +Alison walked to Rogue, looking like she had an idea. Before Rogue had time +to do anything, Alison had raised her suit between them and suddenly kissed +her through it. The fabric was thick enough so Rogue's powers didn't work. +Rogue raised her hands high up in the air to avoid touching Alison with her +bare hands. Alison kept her hands firmly on Rogue's ass. + +The kiss wasn't very satisfying to Alison, but to Rogue it was heaven. It +had been so long since she had kissed Cody and first discovered the curse of +her powers. She could still remember when she had been able to touch others +as a gift from Loki, and how Northstar had kissed her as they had danced. But +that was years ago, and the pain had already hidden the beautiful memories. + +"Yes", Rogue said as Alison pulled back after a long kiss. "How come I never +thought about that?" + +"Because guys think with their cocks", Elizabeth said. "This wouldn't allow +them to penetrate into you. But if you don't mind us girls, we think that +we could relieve you from years of pressure." + +"I'd love that", Rogue said, her eyes shining brightly. + +In a minute Rogue was lying naked on her bed and Elizabeth was kissing her +through a piece of cloth. Elizabeth was fingering herself with one hand, +transmitting the sensation to Rogue to increase her pleasure. Of course +Rogue had orgasmed, since she'd been able to do it to herself with no +difficulty, but it also reminded her of something she'd never feel and +increased the pain afterwards. Because of her superhuman strength she had to +be careful with the other girls, so she just took what they had to give. + +Alison had fetched a plastic glove from the sickbay, with which she now +fingered Rogue. The glove was wet and warm of Rogue's pussy juices that +had waited for so long for someone. Rogue clitoris was swollen hard for +the excitement. She breathed slow and hard, rubbing her ass cheeks on the +sheets. It felt so good! + +"Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh GOD!" Rogue screamed as she reached her first peak. +Alison let her come for a moment, then she quickly helped her to reach the +peak again. Rogue had been waiting for this for so long and was heaving with +excitement. For the first time since her mutant powers emerged she was happy +and relaxed. Carol Danvers tried to complain something about how she didn't +like lesbianism, but she silenced it and shut it inside her deepest chambers. + +Rogue's pussy was now a wet, hot chasm of pure passion. Alison inserted her +other covered forefinger inside Rogue's tight asshole and pushed it deeper. +She had to be careful, because Rogue's superhuman muscles might very well +squeeze her finger into jelly. There seemed to be no danger of that now, +because Rogue was so turned on, but she wanted to be sure. + +Elizabeth moved down to Rogue's breasts and started licking the nipples. They +were brown and looked really nice on her firm tits. Rogue yipped of excitement +and then arched as she approached another climax. Alison moved her finger in +circles around Rogue's clitoris. She felt how her asshole's muscles vibrated +once, then again - the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. "Oh +YYEEEEEEEEEESS!" Rogue screamed as she came, Alison's both fingers climaxing +her, supporting her launch to orbit. Elizabeth took the orgasm to her and +smiled wider than ever. Alison almost came because of the sight of these two +superheroines orgasming in front of her very eyes. + +"How can I ever thank you", Rogue laughed like a teenage girl afterwards. +"After all this pain it was this easy, oh damn. I love you both." + +Elizabeth kissed her again and got up. The boys could come any minute - +"unless they've ended up into some brothel", Alison said, adding that they +couldn't know what the men did when they didn't take women with them to +adventure - and they didn't want them to know about this. Rogue asked if +this escapade could be done again, and both women agreed. After all, Rogue +had a lot of catching up yo do. + +-> + +In her dream Alison was running in a living corridor called Ratway whose +walls were covered with pornographic photos of Alison. She was sure that +if she slowed down the fat breath would catch her. As she ran deeper, the +pictures got harder. They showed her with ten-year-old boys, with schafers, +with whips and chains, tied upside down with her tits bleeding from several +wounds. She tried to yell that she'd never been in such pictures, but the +corridor ended in a mirror with a familiar face reaching for her body and +laughing her head off. + +"Look at yourself, star", Malice said, pronouncing "star" like a hamburger +frying in grease. Alison fired a photon beam at the mirror, and as the +mirror should have shattered into fragments the world around her did that +instead and Malice laughed as she fell into sharp darkness. + +She panicked and shot several beams around, each strong enough to severely +maim a normal human being. A familiar voice called her and she jumped up. +Her bedroom lights were burning and she had shot a hole in her sheet. Storm +was ducking on the floor, shouting for her to stop. + +"Alison, it's just a dream!" she shouted as Alison's corona cooled through +the visible spectrum and faded away. Storm raised her head above Alison's +bed to make sure her friend was wide awake. Alison looked around, shocked +for the destruction of some of her furniture, including the mirror on the +wall. + +"Oh god, it felt so real", Alison sobbed. "Malice." + +The name made Storm understand. After all, she'd once been subject to the +powers of the evil telepath who had feasted with Alison's emotions. That +time she'd won, nature's child keeping her emotions her own, but the victo- +ry hadn't come too easy. + +"She's gone", she soothed Alison. "It was just a dream." + +Storm went to sit beside Alison and held her in her arms. Alison grabbed her +like a baby, reaching for safety. "It's all right", Storm said. + +"Did I wake the others?" Alison asked, ashamed of herself. + +"Apparently not", Storm answered. Alison's room was situated quite far from +the others, and she hadn't screamed or anything. Walls in the Reavers' base +were also quite soundproof. Wolvie would've heard the sounds, of course, but +he wasn't present right now. He was in Madripoor, where he had some business +of his own he never talked much about. + +Storm held Alison in her arms for minute, then for another when she noticed +that Alison had fallen asleep again. She put her gently on the bed, held her +hand for a few seconds and then put that also down. Her teammate now looked +peaceful like a satisfied newborn. Storm stood up and started walking to the +door, when sudden bright light coming from the window stopped her. She turned +quickly on her heels, ready for fighting, but then she saw a lone character +sitting on the hill, emanating the light. + +"You mean me?" Storm asked, even though no-one heard her. Still, she somehow +knew that Gateway had a job for her alone, destination fixed in a mysterious +way she'd never understand. Storm rushed to the corridor, downstairs and +out. She was wearing only her underwear, but she didn't think that she'd +have time to go get her battle uniform on. Grainy sand beneath her bare feet +didn't bother her at all as she ran towards the bright light. + +At the very next moment she was gone, and it took her a split second to +orientate again. She knew that the hill she'd been in a second ago was now +dark again, illuminated only by stars above. Storm dropped like a cat a few +feet on a cold, slippery floor and she realized that she was in someone's +bathroom. There were no sounds audible for her keen ears at first, but then +she heard footsteps closing in. She quickly decided that she'd better find +out where and with whom she was before she'd reveal herself, and she decided +to hide behind the shower curtain. + +As she had pulled the curtain close again the door opened. Storm couldn't +see through the curtains, but the sounds the person made revealed that she +was a woman. When she came closer and took a bottle on the shelf Storm saw +that she was a beautiful woman indeed, and she had no clothes to cover her +bare white skin. She had a long brown hair and her moves gave and impression +of a teenager. + +When the woman started humming a simple tune, Storm realized that it was her +former teammate Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, whose mutant power was to slide her +body through solid matter. She peeked through the opening to confirm this, +wanting to reveal herself before Kitty sat on the toilet seat or anything. +Kitty was facing away from her, rubbing something on her skin. She moaned as +she caressed her tits. Storm suddenly stopped, careful not to make a sound. +Kitty looked at herself in the mirror, admired her young body for a while and +exited the room. + +"Lockheed, what's the matter with you? I think I told you to stay out!" +Storm heard Kitty say angrily. "No, I won't let you into my bathroom. Don't +you dare to try that innocent look on me. Last time I left the door open you +drank all my perfumes. No, don't you dare! What's the matter with you now? Get +out and let me do this alone!" + +Storm ran quietly to the door, opened it a bit and looked out. She had a full +view to Kitty's room. Outside the window there was a brightly shining sea, +the sunset coloring the sky red. Kitty was standing in the middle of her room +preaching to Lockheed, who hovered five feet off the ground. The animal had +sensed Storm and was trying to get to her. + +"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Kitty yelled at her pet. Lockheed had +looked straight into Storm's eyes and was about to rush to meet the long-lost +friend. Kitty grabbed it's neck and dragged the beast outside before it had +time to fly. Storm had shut the bathroom door and tried to remain quiet as +Kitty locked the door and shouted "and this time keep out" and jumped back on +her bed. + +Storm lay her hand on the doorknob when Kitty started moaning aloud. She heard +the sounds of Kitty kissing her own arm, fallen deep in her private fantasy, +and passionate whispers Kitty's lips uttered, calling for her name, praising +her body, asking her to take her! "Now what am I going to do?" Storm thought +and cursed the situation. Gateway must have had a reason - he always had. She +decided that if she waited, it could be too late for Kitty and her. She opened +the door and stepped out when Kitty was moaning something about Ororo's eyes. + +Kitty was lying on her bed, her legs spread, eyes closed, and for a second +Storm was able to see her virgin teenage pussy. Kitty was shaken into reality, +covered her pussy and screamed. When she recognized Storm, whom she thought was +dead, she stopped shouting and just stared at her. + +"Kitty", Storm said peacefully, "it's all right! It's me, Ororo, and I am very +much alive." Kitty hid her body as well as she could when Storm told her every- +thing that had happened. When she had finished, Kitty had calmed down and +looked ashamed. + +"How... how much did you hear?" + +"Enough to realize that you have fantasies just like everyone else", Storm +said. "It is all right, I am not angry. It's great to know that someone thinks +I am sexy." Storm walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. + +"It's not what you think", Kitty snapped, "I'm not a lesbian. It's just that +ever since Peter left me most of my fantasies have been about women. Especial- +ly you, and sometimes of Jean. But I'm not a lesbian." + +"I didn't say you were", Storm said. "Everyone has fantasies about someone of +their own sex. You don't have to worry about it." + +"It was much easier to fantasize about women", Kitty said. "I had so many +fantasies in my head, and even when you died, the fantasies just intensified. +My other memories of you faded, but the fantasies were still crisp, so I held +into them. It felt good to remember you, think about you as you were. Do you +remember when we first met in that cafe, when those Hellfire Club mercenaries +attacked? I have admired you ever since." + +Storm nodded. In their line of work they had to face the whole spectrum of mad- +men, save the world and try to live normal lives at the same time. It wasn't +odd to see it affect a teenage girl. + +"But it's so good to see you're alive", Kitty said and hugged her just like +Alison had a moment before. Storm felt Kitty's nipples touch hers through her +silken shirt, and she smelled the perfumed oil Kitty had rubbed on her body. +Storm kissed Kitty instinctively on her forehead, the kiss was slight and +friendly. Kitty had such a beautiful hair - brown, firm and so clean. Storm +closed her eyes and took a deep breath. + +She felt Kitty's lips on her neck, caressing shyly her shoulders, but she +didn't object. She opened her eyes and guided Kitty with gentle words, placing +her other hand on Kitty's teenage breasts. Kitty giggled and placed her hands +on Storm's hips. "Put them lower and it feels better", Storm said before she +kissed Kitty on her lips. Kitty grabbed her ass cheeks and put her fingers +inside her pants, feeling the skin under them. Storm felt that she'd become +wet and whatever objections she might have had to seducing a teenage girl +dissolved. + +"Oh god", Kitty giggled Storm took off her shirt and threw it in the corner. +Her breasts were firm and brown just like her skin, and the nipples were +dark and inviting. "Kiss them", Storm said, touching Kitty's teenage nipples +with her fingers. Kitty hesitated at first, but then seized the opportunity +and started sucking the left nipple. "Use your tongue, too", Storm adviced +her, and right away her tongue darted to circle around her nipple. "The other +one, too", Storm said, wanting this girl desperately to satisfy her thirst. + +"You feel so good", Kitty said and looked up at Storm's face. Her scent had +attached to Storm by now, and smelling it mix with her natural scents drove +Kitty wild. Storm's underpants were white and her black pussy hair was clearly +visible through them. Kitty jumped on Storm and turned her on her back, and +the former goddess was delighted of this turn. Kitty took the pants off and +they were both naked now. + +After they had been lying side by side, caressing and exploring each other's +pussies with their fingers, they decided to get into some serious action. +Neither of them had come yet, and Storm asked if they could do some 69. She +helped Kitty into the right position and told her to start. The closeup sight +and smell of Storm's black pussy drove Kitty nuts and she inserted her tongue +between her pussy lips. Storm moaned and explained Kitty all the right moves. +She had patience to wait until Kitty had reached the rhythm, and then shot out +her own tongue to Kitty's bare pussy. Kitty shivered when she felt something +soft and wet enter her, but Storm told her to keep going and she did. + +The sensation caused Kitty come almost immediately, and she buried her face +into Storm's hips as she was on all fours and coming into Storm's mouth. All +the time Storm licked her, the insides of her thighs, lapping her pussy lips +vertically all the way like a dog. Kitty regained her consciousness and went +on eating Storm, who dropped her head on the pillow and enjoyed the sight. +She had to fight not to go on with Kitty's wet pussy dangling a few inches +above her face, but she wanted to get something for herself and she didn't +want to distract Kitty, who was quickly learning the procedure. This was what +the girl had wanted to do in her fantasies, and she enjoyed doing it in real +life, too. + +Storm was reaching her first orgasms (and the signs were that it was going to +be an earthquake), when a familiar bamf exploded near the ceiling. "Here's +the stuff you asked me to bring", Nightcrawler said, her eyes focused on the +bag he was carrying, "I hope I remem... Lieber Gott!" + +Kitty was scared the second time today as she jumped off the bed and tried to +run to the bathroom door. Kurt recognized Storm, who was pulling the blanket to +cover her lower body as Kitty ran past him and phased through the bathroom +door. "Kitty!" he shouted, but the girl had already locked the door. + +"Nice timing", Storm said with no remarkable emotions. + +"Ororo! You are alive!" Kurt shouted, happily surprised. He jumped on the bed +and hugged Storm, who gave her a big hug back, not caring about her exposed +body. This was the man he'd met hundreds of perils with, went to the deepest +hell to rescue him. This was not the time to be petty. + +"What happened to you? I saw you on TV, dying in Dallas!" Kurt asked. + +"It's a long story. I just say that we're alive and kicking", Storm smiled. + +"Thank God! All the guilt I've been through, when I didn't fight and die with +you! It was bad enough when Beyonder didn't take me to San Fransisco to fight +the Sentinels with you, but this! And you're alive now!" + +They hugged again, this time more intensively. Kurt couldn't help sensing the +passionate, pheromone-emitting woman next to her, and he noticed his hardon +when it poked into Storm's stomach. He was suddenly very embarrassed, but +Storm, still aroused with Kitty's cunnilingus, just touched his lips with +her forefinger and smiled. Kurt was pretty ashamed when Storm pulled his T- +shirt over his head and dove for his nipples. + +"I don't think that this is a good idea", Kurt moaned. "It is against my OH! +religion." Storm slid his palm inside Kurt's shorts, feeling the erected organ. +She moaned and kissed Kurt, probing his mouth with her tongue and giggling a +single sharp sound when Kurt's sharp teeth tickled it. She made Kurt sit on +the bed and pulled her pants out, revealing a modest, blue cock. His tail +shivered when Storm put her other hand on his ass, taking the beginning of +his tail in her palm. + +"Yes", Kurt whispered when Storm's lips and warm breath touched his cock. +She kissed the tip and circled it with her hot tongue, tasting Kurt's pre- +ejaculate. He had never had a hardon like that in his life, it ached for +a woman's touch. And Storm certainly knew how to handle a situation like this. + +After a short while Storm let Kurt go and set herself lying on the bed. She +opened her legs and smiled invitingly. Kurt leaped on her, they joyfully +wrestled for a while and then stopped at a common signal to kiss each other +passionately. "Enter me, I want you", Storm moaned. Kurt's tip touched her +pussy lips, stayed there for a moment as he teased her, then entered all the +way in. Storm arched her back as his rod set her on fire. Kurt started pump- +ing her as she moaned and rubbed his ass with her both hands. + +Kurt was in ecstacy when Storm's vaginal muscles fondled his cock. Storm +was already wet, so there was no significant friction. They both breathed +heavily, wanting to come and feel each other's body completely. "I'm coming" +Kurt cried as her thrusts accelerated. Storm's moans had melted into one +constant hum as her orgasm approached. Suddenly Kurt stopped and looked +into ceiling, but right after he thrusted once, then rapidly twice and +Storm felt his warm ejaculate fill her from inside. Her clitoris pulsated +as Kurt's organ rubbed it, her sensitivity increased beyond limits. + +Storm's fingernails made blood come out of Kurt's back as she came for +fifteen seconds. Kurt didn't notice - his cock was doing post-orgasmic throbs +simulated more by Storm's vaginal movement. Kurt fell on her, his body +completely relaxed, and Storm caressed his hair with his hand and kissed his +ear nipple. Kurt waved his tail joyfully, which made Storm laugh. As she +laughed, another laugh was heard from the armchair in the corner, belonging +to a certain teenage brunette. Kurt and Storm looked at Kitty, who had been +sitting in that chair, watching the pair make love. They could tell by her +looks that she had orgasmed with them, as she sat there, her hand caressing +lazily her clearly visible, shining pussy. + +They couldn't see, though, hundreds of eyes watching them from another +dimension. Ending credits filled the closeup pan of Kitty's sweaty body, +and the audience cheered. Their master had, once again, given them perfect +entertainment. + +"Just look at them!" Mojo shouted. Domo was doing his calculations without +emotion (Mojo had never given him any) as he predicted the nettings of this +film. "I'm their God, just like I should be! And did you say that it was +a bad idea to once try an XXX-rated instead that usual dull villainbashing?" + +"You were right, master", Domo said as he wrote the bottom line in the +books. "This will be your greatest success ever. I suggest that you produce +a lot more like these, with actor/actress combinations like..." + +"NEVER!" Mojo screamed with frenzy. "I am an artist, don't you get it?" +Just for the kick of it Mojo took some his disgusting personal bipedal +slaves and took 50 years from their meaningless lives. "There lies the art +you'll never understand - giving it all up! I could net the whole multiverse +with porn movies, but it wouldn't be art! I can do something better than +make some yeucky non-spineless man teleport another ugly woman into someplace +where there's sex going on!" + +"You're right, my master. I can see the light now." + +"Don't! Don't take my light!" Mojo shrieked, and then it was all dark. +"Give me back my light right now, you... traitor!" + +Mojo ripped Domo to shreds, but the light was gone for good. + +"Spiral?" he said, having sulked for an hour. + +"Yes, my master?", the six-handed swordswoman said, awaiting orders. + +"I have a job for you", Mojo said, grinning wide. + +-> + +"I'll be right back", Rogue said cheerfully and left the kitchen. Logan +and Alison said bye and continued eating. It was leftovers from yesterday's +dinner, but when microwaved properly it still tasted good. Alison yelled +Rogue some advice about how she shouldn't scare any 747 pilots, but too +late - she was gone. + +"Alison?" Logan said, having finished his meal. His voice was rather serious, +and Alison stopped eating. She put her glass back on the table and asked +"Yes?" + +"I'm not blind", Logan said. "Anyone can see that something has happened to +Rogue - her very body has moved differently for the last three days. It's like +she's a whole new person, not herself nor Carol." + +"Well, she's been quite happy with herself", Alison admitted, trying to sound +as if she were an outsider. She knew very well that she was an open book to +Logan, and only made things worse. "Perhaps she and Carol have somehow found +peace together, and have combined into something new." + +Logan shook his head. "No, it isn't Carol. I knew her for years, and I should +know." He stood up and put his tableware into dish washer. "It's Rogue all +right, and I think I know what has happened here. It's between you and Liz +too - the way you behave with others present tells it all. And that the two +of you tiptoed to Rogue's room last night and stayed there for hours with +no audible sounds - I take it that you ensured your secrecy by absorbing +everything?" + +Alison went speechless and filled her mouth with meat loaf instead. She was +very ashamed to hear this from her teammate. + +"It's not that it didn't do her good", Logan said. "If it stays between you, +it's your business and I will not mess with it." + +"It does", Alison said. "She really enjoys it." + +"I never said she didn't", Logan said. "But you girls be careful. Rogue is +not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know +for certain doesn't enjoy woman's touch, inside her head... treat her kind. +Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you're +doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I'm not +sure that she understands it. I wouldn't be so sure that she can handle +rejection, thinking that she'll have to go back to that lonely torture. It +could drive her to madness. So whatever you do..." + +Alison nodded, touched by Logan's words. After all, her relationship with +Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been +a criminal, and even when they'd been teammates, there had been problems. +She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know +about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved? + +"And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses, +I'll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?" + +"Of course", Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there, +surrounded with her own thoughts. + +"So, what should we do now? Any ideas?" she finally asked. + +"It's up to you", Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway's +bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn't much compared with full +daylight. "Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I'll be back on +Saturday." + +He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards +the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit, +asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as +he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously. + +"So, a whole day to spend", Alison said. "There is no mutant activity anywhere, +no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do? + +"Come in my room", Elizabeth said. "I have something to show you." + +Elizabeth left Alison's mind before she could object or ask anything. For a +second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth's bare pussy, but then +she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all +decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They +still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn't love +each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run +away from the evil world for a moment, explore one's body, enjoy each other's +touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or... + +"Elizabeth!" she gasped when she opened the door. + +The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still +glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a +few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her +hands were caressing Elizabeth's breasts, other two were keeping her pussy +wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm. +She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and +harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her +wet pussy softly. + +Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but +Elizabeth's butterfly-like mind held her back. "It's all right!" she yelled +telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her +physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral +caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone +in the whole wide world. + +"Cant... you see... it's all her magic..." Alison said with her last ounce +of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling +on the floor. + +"Is she all right?" Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had +found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. "Don't worry about her", +she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who +relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers. + +Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth's lips with hers. They let their tongues +play together, then took turns probing each other's mouth. Spiral put her +four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her +legs around Spiral's beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but +then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts +almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting +never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth's hair and growled, and +the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together. + +"I want you", Spiral panted. "I've always wanted to do this to you." + +Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked +her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against +Spiral's lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman's skin was so sweet, +and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and +moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her +body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure. + +"Oh GOD!" Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had +ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth's +nipples, circling them heavily. Spiral was facing the roof with her eyes +closed as Elizabeth leaped on the chance and started licking Spiral's +nice tits. Spiral placed her lowest pair of arms under Elizabeth's butt, +helping her in moving her hips in the correct rhythm. + +"Oh I'm coming" Spiral whispered, and Elizabeth buried her face between her +luscious breasts. Spiral took some of Elizabeth's hair in her mouth, licking +it all the way to the skin on her head. The sensation made Elizabeth go wild +and she began to come. Spiral hadn't reached her peak yet, but when Elizabeth +let her feel her orgasm she started coming almost simultaneously. When it +was over, both women fell on each other, kissing and petting smoothly. + +"You are wonderful", Elizabeth said, running her fingers on Spiral's long +blonde hair. Spiral was now resting her head on Elizabeth's stomach, her body +lying on the bed. Both women were sweating and the colour of their skin had +become deeper red. + +"Now look, it was no use taking a bath", Elizabeth complained. She stood up +and remembered Alison, who was lying unconscious on the floor. She went to +check if she was all right. + +"I hope I didn't scare her", Spiral said as she approached Alison. She sat +down next to Elizabeth, who was trying to awaken Alison with careful little +shocks on her mind. When Elizabeth's ass rose high in the air as she put +her face closer to Alison's, Spiral couldn't resist and tickled her pussy +from behind. Elizabeth didn't complain, she opened her legs a bit to give +her a better entry. Her pussy was still moist as she slid her fingers in +it. + +"Not yet", Elizabeth laughed when Spiral's caresses became more intense. +They both had to fight themselves not to jump on each other to repeat what +had just happened. "We must take care of Alison first." + +In a minute Alison woke up to find herself naked in Elizabeth's bathtub. +Warm water felt good, but not as good as hands caressing her body all over. +At first she thought that she was pampered by several people, but then she +opened her eyes and saw Spiral, sitting naked near the tub, to whom did all +those hands belong. She realized the situation and tried to rush up, causing +several litres of water to end up on the floor. + +Elizabeth was sitting right in front of her on a chair, also nude. She held +her forefinger up in the air, as if she was trying to warn Alison of doing +something. Alison stopped and felt the warm sponge touch her pussy. + +"It is all right", Elizabeth said. "You didn't give me any time to explain, +so I had to do this the hard way." + +"What... what are you doing? This woman here, she is..." + +Spiral did something words can't describe to her pussy, causing her to stop. +Alison felt her nipples grow hard for lust, and Spiral noticed this and placed +her many hands on her breasts. + +"Now listen", Spiral said. "I'm not with the Freedom Force now. They think +that you are dead, and I'm not going to tell it to those morons. My master, +whom you already know quite well, sent me here to do something to you. But +I don't want to be his slave puppet any more. I met Elizabeth alone at a +nearby creek, convinced her of my peaceful intentions, and you know, we talked +a lot about everything and it just happened..." + +Elizabeth nodded to confirm Spiral's story. Alison leaned back on the tub, +surprised and confused. She paid no attention to Spiral's work as she rubbed +oil on her skin and caressed her tense muscles. + +"It's all right", Elizabeth said. "I probed her mind and it was the truth." + +"And I admit that I enjoy this much more than fighting you", Spiral said. "Is +this OK with you? Just tell me if you don't like it." + +"No..." Alison started, "go on. It feels good", and closed her eyes as Spiral's +motions on her pussy became more intense. Elizabeth had been holding back her +passion, and fingering herself certainly didn't do. She stood up and walked +next to the tub, taking Alison's left hand into hers. + +"Oh yes", Alison said when Spiral inserted a finger into her shaft. The sponge +was still rubbing her thighs as the finger entered her. Spiral approached her +face and she didn't hesitate to kiss her. Their lips touched each other like +a butterfly's shadow touches a flower, and any doubts Alison had by then were +gone. She let herself feel horny and was going to be satisfied today, no matter +what Wolvie thought about this. + +In a minute Alison was resting against the tub when Spiral was on all fours +on her, her ass close to Alison's face. She was facing Elizabeth, who was +sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread and touching the floor, +supporting herself on her hands on the edge. She lifted her pussy so that +Spiral could easily lick it and caress it with her wet hands. Elizabeth was +juggling her breasts, her face towards the ceiling, and now and then she +took some soapy, warm water in her palm and let it run down on her breast. + +Spiral's nipples were barely touching the water as her breasts dangled free. +Two of her hands were caressing Elizabeth, the other two were exploring +Alison's underwater pussy with a sponge and the two last ones were on her +bare ass, pouring water on the cheeks quite like Elizabeth did to her tits. +Alison's feet felt squiggly as Spiral caressed her, sometimes waving her +fingers rapidly a few inches away from the actual pussy to cause vibrations +through water. Alison giggled every time this happened. + +"Lick me", Spiral said, and Alison complied. She was very curious to find out +how the alien swordswoman tasted, and was delighted to discover her sweetness. +She ran her tongue along the crack of her ass to tease her, and when she +felt her ass shiver, she turned her attention to the pussy. The clitoris +was very easy to find, and she probed and circled it with her tongue. + +Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked down to see Spiral's back and Alison's +happy face. She moved her hips closer to Spiral's face, arched her back and +moved her feet a little bet farther from the tub. This position required +some physical work from her, but the stress on her leg muscles found its +way to the lower back and ass, where it felt real good. She was heaving with +excitement as her hands groped her breasts harder and harder. She wanted to +squeeze them until they bursted with pleasure. + +Alison inserted a finger inside Spiral's pussy, then another, spreading the +pussy lips wider. Her vagina was cherry red, and the clitoris had grown +into a clearly visible lump. "You're so beautiful", she said, admiring the +insides of her vagina. + +Sprinkles of water looked like diamonds when sun hit them in Elizabeth's +pussy. Spiral stopped her cunnilingus for a second, looking up at her +partner's beautiful, well-formed tits. The way Elizabeth was squeezing +them looked so delicious that she didn't know what to do. Alison's fingers +found the right pace and Spiral had to stick her tongue back into Elizabeth +to avoid screaming for joy. + +"Got a spare hand?" Rogue's voice said at the doorway. Suddenly everyone +opened their eyes back to reality and looked at the stripe-haired mutant. + +"You'd better be more careful", she continued. "It could've been any one +of the boys or some villain. Speaking of which, why is that six-handed +menace eating you out, Elizabeth?" + +"Come on, try using your power on me", Spiral answered. "We have seen whose +persona is stronger, in case you don't remember." + +"It's OK", Elizabeth snapped, "she is on her own." + +"Join in", Alison said as she raised her face above the edge of the tub. + +"I think that we ought to have a serious conversation about this", Rogue +said and shook her head, lost in her thoughts for a while. "I mean, we +can't go on taking care of our enemies like that!" + +"Rog, this is an exception. We're not trying to defeat Selen like this or +anything", Elizabeth said and moaned sharply when Spiral inserted her +tongue inside her pussy for a second, wiggled it there for a while and +pulled out. Alison did the same for her, causing her ass shiver consider- +ably. + +"No", Rogue said. "I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood. Look, girls, what +would the others say if they found out that we are not only lesbians but +do it with our sworn enemies?" + +"You didn't seem to be such a prude last night", Alison said. + +"That was different. You're right that I've been left without sex for a +long time, but I don't want to go too far. In fact I'm not sure about if +I should do this any more. It was fun and felt great, but still... it +shouldn't go this way." + +"That's your decision", Elizabeth said when Rogue was to leave. "We won't +force you to do anything." + +"No hard feelings?" Rogue asked, looking back. + +"Of course not", Alison said. "Let's keep our friendship the way it was." + +They heard Rogue walk along the corridor into her room and close the door. +Alison stretched out her hand and fired a minimum bolt of light, strong +enough to push the door shut. Spiral continued licking Elizabeth, who was +quick to regain the mood. Elizabeth started pouring water on Spiral's +back, making small puddles on her spine. + +"Hey, my skin will look like a raisin if I don't get to another position", +Alison complained after a minute of pussy-licking. She had also lost her +sensitivity to Spiral's fingers and wanted something else, preferably +Elizabeth to touch her. + +"I have an idea", Spiral said, raising her kisses to Eizabeth's abdomen. + +The girls quickly stood up and dried theirselves. Elizabeth and Alison +got on the bed, lying on their back, and kissed each other's lips and +breasts. Spiral sat between their legs and told them to open their legs +to give her a better entry. The heroines got their torsos closer and put +their nipples together, and gave each other a passionate kiss, their lust +lit up by the touch of each other's hot body. + +Spiral spread her own legs, too, and started masturbating everyone with a +pair of hands. Alison's tongue darted to Elizabeth's neck and ears, and +while Elizabeth moaned and rubber Alison's tits with both hands Alison +handled every zynaps above her shoulderline. + +"This feels good", Alison said, moving back to sucking the nipple. + +"I'm going to come soon", Elizabeth said, her mouth hanging wide open. + +"Me too", Alison said and let the tit go. She waited for a second without +knowing where to go next, but then she started sucking and licking her +teammate's hairline. Elizabeth yipped with sudden pleasure, because her +vaginal muscles were quickly becoming one. Spiral touched each girl's ass +cheeks with her lips and teeth. + +Alison was the first one to reach orgasm, and she released light at every +harmless frequency. Other women kept their eyes closed, so this didn't +affect them in any way. Alison cried all the way to the top, down and +right after that to the top again. Spiral's fingers helped her to come +three times before Elizabeth, who had decided to do it "alone" this time, +reached her peak. Spiral could feel both women come on her fingers, and +she tried to physically transmit the sensation through her body from one +woman to another. Whether she succeeded or not she couldn't tell from the +gasps and cries, but she had no reason to complain. + +Alison and Elizabeth grabbed each other, almost set on fire. Alison came +twice more, the last one burning every drop of her sexual energy she had. +Elizabeth had only one orgasm, but it was certainly extremely satisfying. +Spiral had difficulties in reaching hers, but then Elizabeth took the +controls, inserted her tongue and sucked it dry. This was enough to help +Spiral over the edge, and the alien swordwoman's orgasm almost caused Alison +come once more by its sheer immenseness. + +At that very moment, in Mojoverse, Mojo laughed and turned his face away +from the silver screen. The camera focused on Spiral's sweaty legs, panned +to the throbbing pussy and then zoomed out to show the expression on her +face. + +"She's won their confidence", Mojo giggled, looking fat and sweaty as +usual. + +"Master?" Domo said. + +"Yes?" + +"She... broke your orders. Aren't you going to punish her, my master?" + +"You don't understand anything, do you? She thinks that she's betrayed +me, but only - thinks! This is real art! She thinks that they've accepted +her as their peer! But no! When I created her, I knew that I'd be doing this +and built into her some... adjustments! Perhaps I'll make her know that +she had no place to go expect be my servant, that she'll come and kiss my +hand, crying for rejection!" + +"They didn't seem to reject her, my master", Domo said. + +"Not yet, and that's the best part! But wait till tomorrow, when my little +adjustments take place! Her sexual preferences will turn to be... somewhat +unusual!" + +"Of course, my master", Domo said, shrugging shoulders. What a giant kid. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xian_men.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xian_men.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e5293a28 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xian_men.txt @@ -0,0 +1,521 @@ + Christian Men + By Mitchell Knight + Part 1 + + Moving back onto campus brought a sense of sadness mixed with joy +to my heart. I would be graduating at the end of this year after spending +three years there. It was at this school that I'd had my first homosexual +experiences. It was here that I'd felt the most alive. It was here that +I'd found love and acceptance. + The fact that I would leave this place at year's end was a time I +both looked forward to - the end of school - and dreaded - all those cute +guys I would miss. + I was moving back into an all-male dorm where I had lived the +previous three years. There were lots of good memories here: sex in the +showers in the middle of the night, the whip cream adventure in Reid +Jacob's room, and of course, my first time. + As I was moving in on the sweltering first day of check-ins, I ran +into Bryan Thompson. He was a sophomore I had befriended last year. He +was extremely attractive, but unfortunately for him, straight. (The +things I could teach that man!) + He was moving into a room a few doors down from me. I could tell +he had arrived a while before I had because he'd worked up a good sweat. +He had taken off his shirt and his broad, hairless chest was beaded with +sweat. + "Hey, Bryan!" I called out when I saw him. + "Hi, Lance," he replied, flashing me a broad, genuine smile full of +perfect white teeth. + He was a really nice guy and one of the few straight friends I +had. It was actually strange to me that we were friends since he wasn't +really the kind of guy I usually hung out with. He was very religious, +something I'd done away with a long time ago, and he was really into +playing all kinds of sports, something I hate. + Yet there were enough things about us that we had in common, that +we were able to develop a good friendship. He'd just plopped himself down +at my table for lunch during the second week of classes, and we'd hit it +off. He was a very outgoing and kind person. Combine that with his +freshman energy, and that's who I'd met. I just couldn't resist these +characteristics along with his fantastic body. + We talked about our summer for a few minutes before we parted, so +we could get back to work. We made plans for dinner that night. + By the time I'd moved in, set up things in my room, and called +friends, it was time for dinner. I ordered pizza with Bryan and a few of +his friends who belonged to the same Christian athletes group that Bryan +did. + It felt great to get back into the college atmosphere, and we +talked for quite a while that night before I returned to my room. + I called up Ben, a gay friend of mine, and we go together and went +to a bar. + +* * * + A few weeks later, the trees were all turning color and their +leaves had started to fall to the ground. School was in full swing, and I +was on my way to lunch after getting out of my history class. + I spotted Bryan sitting with a couple of his gorgeous athlete +buddies, so I went over to their table and joined them. They were talking +about raising some money for their church, and they were all throwing out +possible ideas. The subject didn't interest me much so I dug into my meal +and allowed my eyes to casually wander over their lean muscular bodies. + Later on that night I remembered their conversation and an idea +struck me which caused my dick to get rock hard. I told myself to settle +down because I realized the chances of having them go for the idea were +slim, but I decided to run it by Bryan anyway. + He was studying in his room alone; he welcomed me and told me to +have a seat. I was still a little nervous, and I swallowed once before I +began. + "You know this afternoon when you guys were talking about raising +some money," I asked. + "Yeah," he answered. + "I have an idea, but it's kind of 'out there,'" I said. + "What is it?" + "You could do a calendar," I answered. + "What kind of calendar?" he asked, intrigued. + "A nude one. You could get some guys from your group to pose for +it and then sell it to raise the money," I told him, the whole plan +rushing out at once. + Bryan considered this for a moment. "I like it, but I don't know +how the guys would feel or what the church would think." + "Well, it's for a good cause," I pressed. "You're going to +build..." here I was lost for words. I hadn't really paid that much +attention to their discussion. + "We're going to build an addition to the youth center and remodel +the rest. We'd also like to build a fund for the youth retreats," Bryan +filled me in. + "That would sure make a lot of money. People do this kind of thing +all the time for charities," I continued. + "Do they?" Bryan asked. + "Oh, yeah," I said, but I really had no idea. + "Who would take the pictures?" + "I would," I said, revealing the beauty of the whole plan. "I'd do +it for free, and I'm sure I could reserve the portrait room for this. +Plus I'm sure we can find a company who would print the calendar for real +cheap." + Bryan knew I was a photography buff. I'd taken a few classes, and +now I was very thankful I had so I could be in this position. + "Okay. I'll talk to some of the guys and to some people at the +church and see what they all think," Bryan said. + "Okay." + +* * * + + To my knowledge, Bryan didn't know I was gay. I'm sure he +suspected since I'd never dated a girl before, and i never participated in +the "locker room talk" about women. I rarely told my straight friends +about my sexual orientation because I was worried about what they'd think. + I'd also not told Bryan for another reason: his deep religious faith. +People like that easily turned off to homosexuals. + It was a few days before I heard any response to my offer. + "Hey, Lance," Bryan called from my doorway. + "Yeah?" I said, looking up from my desk. + "Your calendar idea was a big hit, especially with the girls," +Bryan said. + "Really?" + "For the most part," Bryan admitted. "There were a few people who +didn't like it very much, but they're willing to look at the final +product, so we'll go ahead with it." + "Great." + "Five guys in the group said they'd pose, and I will too," Bryan +said. He handed me a slip of paper. "Here are their names and phone +numbers. I think you know most of them." + A quick scan revealed that I did. I nodded. + "Is six okay?" Bryan asked. + "Oh, sure," I answered. "I'm sure I can figure out a way to fill +12 months with six of you." + "Good." + "I'll set up some times in the studio and then I'll get back to +you," I said. + "Okay. See ya." + After Bryan left I looked at the list again and smiled. Three of +they guys I was really familiar with. One of them I didn't think I'd ever +met while the other I had a vague mental picture of. I put them in order +by placing numbers next to each of their names. I wrote Bryan's name on +the list. + Bryan ended up third after much deliberation. I had thought he +should go first to help encourage the others, but then I decided to wait +on him. I'd seen him naked in the showers already so there wouldn't be +surprises there. I would stick him in the middle. + I set up my studio time for the next three days that fit into my +schedule. That gave me some options with the guys too. + The first one on my list was Todd Paxton. I gave him a call and +was able to get him into my second time slot. + "Oh, and Todd, bring your glasses," I said. + "Okay," he answered. "Do you want me to bring anything else?" + "Sure. You might want a bathrobe. It might help you get more +comfortable." + "Okay. I'll bring that too." + +* * * + + I arrived early to set up the studio. I played with the lighting +and set up a cozy sofa scene. I knew Todd was a really good student who +wore gold wire-rim glasses once in a while. I wanted to play up that +brainy part of his personality. + Todd arrived on time wearing his glasses and carrying a blue +terrycloth robe. He looked very much like Bryan: he was 5'11" with broad +shoulders and a broad chest. He and Bryan had played football together in +their high school. Todd had brown hair which was cut very short all +around. He had green small eyes, an average nose, and thick lips. + "You can put on the bathrobe in the changing room," I told him. + "Take everything off?" he asked. + I nodded. + He left and returned shortly clad only in his robe. Brown hair +showed through the top of the robe where it didn't come to a close +entirely. I had him stand in front of the sofa and then I started taking +pictures, easing him into the situation. I also needed to wait until the +marks from any tight clothing, such as underwear or socks, had +disappeared. + I had him sit on the couch and read the book I'd brought as I +snapped some more pictures. + "Open your robe a little on top. Let's see some more chest," I +said. + He did, revealing more of his thick brown chest hair. + "What kind of underwear were you wearing?" I asked shortly. + "Just jockeys," he answered. + "What color?" + "White." + "Hmmm...okay." If they'd been something interesting I might have +added them. "Are you ready to go all the way?" + "I think so," he answered. + "Then go for it," I told him. + He unstrapped the robe and pulled it off. His chest hair ended at +his pectorals and then formed a line right below his pecs right down the +center of his torso. It went into his furry belly. His crotch was a mass +of wiry brown pubic hair. An average size dick sprang from this. +Underneath were a hefty pair of fuzzy balls. + I had him sit and then lay on the sofa wearing only his glasses +and pretending to read the book prop. + "That's it," I announced once I'd felt I had enough. + "How did I do?" + "You were great. Get dressed," I urged, smiling reassuringly. + I packed up my equipment and headed back to my room. Throughout +the whole experience I hadn't gotten an erection. It had remained a very +professional experience. Now that I was back in my room though, I +stripped and pounded my hard cock for all it was worth as I thought about +the photo shoot. My orgasm was powerful and quick. + + + Christian Men + By Mitchell Knight + Part 2 + + When I called up Jon, he asked if Jason, the guy who was fourth on +my list and whom I didn't know, could come along. + "You mean photograph you together?" I asked, confused. + "No, we just wondered if we could watch while the other did it. +Like moral support," Jon explained. + "Sure, that's fine." + Anything they could do to make it easier for themselves was fine +with me. I really didn't know Jon too well, so I wasn't sure what I was +going to do with him, and I didn't know Jason at all. + When I arrived at the studio I just unpacked my equipment and +looked at possible set ups. I saw few things I could try and then they +showed up. + Jon Nelson was about 6'2", thin but well-proportioned. He was all +wiry muscle and angular in look. He had black straight hair which he let +grow a little long in back. His eyes were small and brown. He had a long +thin nose and thing lips in a long, thin, but attractive face. + He undressed first and then Jason went and changed. While Jon had +changed, I'd set up a scenario I thought would work. It was a black and +white checkered background and I placed a black stool in front. Black +shag carpet completed the picture. + Setting Jon in the scene pleased my eye very much. His skin +wasn't as white as I would have liked, but it was still pale and fit in +with the contrasts. His angular, lithe body fit the starkness of the +setting. I had him pose with a very serious expression. + Jason joined us in his bathrobe as I took Jon's picture. Jon was +hairless all over except for a small patch of black pubic hair above his +thin limp penis. His balls were tight against his body in their exposed +condition. + I had Jon lay on the floor in various positions before removing +him from that setting. I put together a faux nature scene from the +available materials. I didn't like its fake appearance, but I couldn't do +any better on such short notice. I didn't realize Jason was going to turn +out to be a nature god. + He had blond hair, a lighter shade than my sandy blond, and he +wore it long so it covered his ears but didn't quite reach his shoulders. +It was straight and feathered. He had large brown doe eyes and soft skin +with soft rounded features. He was about six feet and had an average build. + I took some photos of Jon in the nature scene, but they were only +for practice. I let him dress once I put my nature boy in the scene. He +had defined pectorals with a swirl of blond hair around each nipple. His +belly was lightly furred and his crotch had light brown pubic hair. His +penis was small and thin with average size hairless balls. + To my eye he seemed perfect in the fake nature setting. I just +wished I could get him in real nature, but I knew that would be too much +to ask and a risky endeavour. + The photo shoot went well for so little preparation. I went home +feeling satisfied and horny. I beat off thinking about Jon and Jason +having sex before my eyes. + +* * * + + With Bryan I chose to do a shower scene. I just knew I had to +have one. Something about water cascading over the nude male is so +poetic to me. Plus he would be the perfect candidate because we could +take the photos in the dorm when the opportunity presented itself. + We chose a time late Saturday night when most people were asleep +or out at a party. Then we slipped into the shower, he took off his +towel, and I started snapping away. + The water sprayed the flesh of his taut chest and then trickled +down his sturdy 5'11" form. He had a hairless chest with muscular +pectorals and nipples that rested just on the edge, almost turning down. +His crotch was a modest patch of brown hair over a thick, short, limp cock +and balls with just a little hair. + Then I shot some film of him drying off and just wearing a towel. +we left the showers after this, and I returned to my room to masturbate +and pine away for a sexy man I couldn't have. + +* * * + + I went to the studio very early for the next session because I +wanted to start developing some of the film. Sam showed up just as I was +finishing. + "Can I have a look?" he asked. + "Sure," I answered. + I showed him my contact sheets. + "These are really good," he complimented. + "Thanks," I said. They were good. I only had one regret and that +was that I hadn't shot Jon in black and white too. That might have been +an interesting visual. + "Go ahead and get into your robe and I'll set up," I told him. + He went into the changing room, and I put up the gray tarp. I was +running out of scenes. + Sam came out in a red silk bathrobe. I took some pictures of him +in this. He was my height: 6 feet with an athletic build. He had brown +hair and blue eyes. He had a small, slightly upturned nose that looked +really cute. His lips were thin and sensual. + "Okay, now take off the robe," I said. + He tossed it aside. His body was trim and firm. He had a little +patch of hair between his pecs. Then he had some hair at the base of his +average sized penis. Once he was naked, I noticed that there seemed to be +some movement in his crotch, but I ignored it. + As I took some pictures, his penis continued to thicken and +lengthen until I could ignore it no longer. I was committed to doing a +tasteful calendar and erections had no place in it. + "Uh, we have a problem," I said. + "Yeah, I know," he admitted, blushing as the issue was brought out. + "Why don't we just talk for a while. Maybe that will help get +your mind off this shoot," I said. + He nodded. We sat down on a couple of chairs and chatted for a +while about our classes and the usual college small talk. I glanced at +his dick occasionally to watch for any progress, but none was forthcoming. + "This just isn't going to work. I'm sorry, but the idea of having +my picture taken in the nude is too exciting for me." + "That's all right...Maybe there's something else you could do to +get rid of it..." + He caught my gist and nodded. "I know. I thought of that. I'll +go try it." + Sam got up and headed for the changing room, but turned at the doorway. + "Can I do it out here?" he asked, a blush coming to his cheeks at +his request. I didn't know Sam very well. I had only met him once +before, but I was now very intrigued. It appeared as if I had a little +exhibitionist on my hands. + "Sure I don't care," I answered, my heart racing. + "Will you take pictures?" he asked. + I shrugged, trying to indicate that I didn't care one way or the +other as I moved towards my camera. He sat down on the gray tarp and +started to slowly stroke his meat. He spit on his hand to create some +lubrication and then stroked faster. My hand found its way to my crotch +where it started to stroke my own erection through the fabric as I watched +him. + He closed his eyes and threw back his head as his pace grew more +furious. I snapped away eagerly at this spectacle, pleased with the +private photo collection these would make. + With little effort he came, gobs of semen jetting out of his cock +onto his chest and abdomen. I grabbed some tissues and brought these to +him so he could wipe himself off. + "Grab your robe and go to the bathroom and clean up," I told him. + He nodded. + By the time he returned, I had set up a couple of Greek columns +against a blue background, a phallic image. I thought it was appropriate +considering the show he'd just given. My erection had subsided. + I photographed him between these pillars, and we didn't have any +problems with his cock for the rest of the shoot. + When I got back to my room I had a great orgasm. + +* * * + + Tom Karel was a couple years older than any of the other guys I'd +photographed so far. He was 22 and a senior. He was much more muscular +than any of the other guys and I knew that he lifted weights a lot, so I +told him to bring along some dumbells to model with, and if he had some +tight shorts that he used to lift in then he should bring those also. + By the time Tom arrived for his photo shoot I had set up a weight +lifting bench and my backdrop. + "Hi, Lance," he greeted me boisterously. + Tom was a very energetic man who was something of a practical +joker. Out of all of Bryan's friends, I got along with him the best. He +wasn't quite as narrow-minded as the rest of them, and he was very +cheerful and tried hard to make everyone happy. + "Hey there, Tom. Are you all ready to make history?" I asked. + "You betcha!" + "The changing room is right over there," I indicated. + "Okay, I'll be right out," he said. + When he walked out of the room he was completely naked which +surprised me for a second, but then I realized that that was just like Tom +to do something as unreserved. + Tom was 5'6", shorter than all the others, and very muscular. He +looked like he could be in a weight lifting competition. He had sandy +brown hair cut very short so that it hugged his scalp. He had bright blue +eyes which sparkled with his impish personality. His nose was short and +squat like the rest of his body and he had thin lips which were usually +stretched out in a big smile which he wore right now. + His broad, very muscular chest had a thin coating of light brown +hair. He also had very small nipples. He had a sparse collection of +brown pubic hair at the base of his...uncircumsized cock. It was a short, +thick penis with large hairless balls underneath. + "You're not circumsized," I said aloud. + "No. My parents weren't Catholic. I only recently discovered my +faith and haven't bothered to go under the knife yet," he explained with a +chuckle. + I nodded. "I see." + He padded over to the scene, and I began shooting with him and his +dumbells. Then I had him slip into his tight red shorts before the shoot +was completed. + When I got back to my room I fantasized about giving him a blowjob +and playing with his foreskin. + + + Christian Men + By Mitchell Knight + Part 3 + + The more I thought about it, the more I realized I really wanted +to reshoot Jon and Jason. I called up Jon and asked if he'd be willing to +come back in and let me shoot him in black and white. He agreed to it, so +I was able to get those pictures and they turned out really great. I +decided that I would for sure use one of them in the calendar to add some +variety. + Then I found a secluded park which I thought would be ideal to +shoot Jason, my nature god, in. I called him up, and it took some +convincing, but I got him to do it. I promised him a really quick shoot +since I knew he wouldn't be able to stand the cold for too long since he +wouldn't be wearing a thing. I was quite happy with how those pictures +turned out also. + The call from Sam came just before I had planned on going into the +darkroom to develop the film from his shoot with me. The photos were due +to the publisher in two weeks, so I wanted to make sure I had plenty of +time, so I would meet the deadline. + "Hi, Lance. I was wondering if you'd developed the photos from my +time," Sam said. + "Oh, no I was just going to do that today," I told him. + "Really? Would you mind if I tagged along?" he asked. + "No, that's fine. Would you be willing to help out?" I asked. + "Sure that would be fun." + I met him in the darkroom and we got to work. He seemed sincerely +interested in the whole process so I ran off at the mouth about all I knew +about the darkroom and developing. He became really interested when the +first pictures from when he'd masturbated started coming through. + "Oh, wow. You caught it all," he said. + "You bet." + "Can I get a souvenir?" he asked. + "Sure," I answered. + "What are you going to do with all these others?" he asked. + "Oh...I don't really know. Just thought I'd develop them and see +how they turned out. I'm curious about how I did on these... action +shots. Then I'll probably just burn them," I lied. + Sam nodded. "Just looking at them is making me hot again." + I turned and looked at him with a smile. He surprised me with his +frankness, but after masturbating for me and letting me take pictures of +it, that was probably just part of his nature. I wondered what his +next surprise for me would be. I didn't have to wait long. + "I really want to jack off right now," he said softly. His hand +strayed to his crotch where he began to slowly rub himself. + "I won't take pictures this time," I replied playfully, confused +as to where this was going. + "Oh, that's okay. Why don't you join me?" he asked. + "What?" I asked, taken totally off guard by the question. + "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. Will you have sex with me?" he +asked softly, moving towards me so that his lips were right by my ear. + "Are you trying to tell me you're gay?" I asked. + "I'm not really sure. All I know is that I've wanted to have sex +with you since that photo shoot, and I knew that you would probably be +interested," he answered. + "How did you know that?" I asked, defensive. + "Let's just say I've met a friend of yours," he answered. + By this time my penis had grown into a full erection and the idea +of having sex with this firm Christian man was making my temperature rise. + "Where do you want to go?" I asked, not caring who had told him, +just wanting to ravish his body right now. + "Let's do it here," he answered, a puff of air expelled into my +ear at the end of his sentence. I shivered upon contact. + I moved away from him and went to the door. I put up a Reserved +sign and then locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed. When I +returned, Sam had removed his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants. In the +light from the dim red lights of the darkroom, I could see his toned +chest with the patch of hair nestled between his pectorals. I had to kiss +him. + I pulled him into my arms and planted a passionate kiss upon his +lips. He returned it with equal fervor and then broke away. + "Get undressed. I don't want to wait any longer," he whispered +forcefully. + I pulled away and stripped as fast as I could. Then we pressed +our naked bodies together and kissed, opening our mouths to exploration. +His mouth was warm and sweet, and I tasted deeply of him. Our +erections pressed against each other and I rubbed against him, enjoying +this sensation. + Sam began to kiss his way down my body: my throat, my chest, my +nipples, my navel, and then he engulfed my erection. I groaned as I felt +my penis touch the back of his throat. I wondered if this "friend" of +mine had showed him how to make love also. + "Hold on," I told him, pushing him away. + "What?" he asked. + "Lay down," I told him. + He laid down on our pile of clothes and I crouched over top him with +my mouth at his erection and his at mine. He was exactly my height, and +there wasn't any way I was going to let this chance slip by. + I gently licked my way down the length of his pole and sucked on +each of his balls. Then I stuck a finger in my mouth and got it good and +wet before I slowly inserted this slowly into his anus. I heard him moan +around my penis as it went in. + He continued to suck on my dick as I put his back in my mouth. +With my other hand I stroked the length of it as my mouth went up and down +his erection. My finger slowly slid in and out his hot little hole as I +sucked him. + Sam was doing a pretty good job on his end. He must have had some +lessons or else it was just beginners luck. I knew I could keep from +coming though. I wanted to taste his load before I would come. I was +really curious as to who this "friend" of mine was, but I would find that +out later. + To make him come first, I picked up the tempo of my finger +thrusting in him and also my head and hand motions. His dick was very +slick with my saliva by this time and my hand glided easily over his +length. I paused a couple of times to fondle his balls, but then I would +return to the stroking. + I could tell he was about to come when all motion on my cock +stopped. He just lay there breathing and moaning as I worked him towards +conclusion. He came with a load yelp and grabbed the backs of my thighs +as his semen spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it all and then caught +the last little bit off the head of his penis before turning around to +smile at him. + "Like that?" I asked. + "Oh, yeah," he answered, grinning. + Then he reached out and took my erection in his hand and prepared +to bring it to his mouth. + "I thought that should go somewhere else," I said. + "Where? Oh...you mean..." + "Yeah," I said. "Have you ever taken it up the ass?" + "No," he answered. "I'm not sure--" + "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It will feel great," I said. + He still seemed a little uncertain, but he was willing to roll +over and prop up his ass for me to get a clear shot. My dick was +already lubricated with his saliva, but I decided to add some soap and +water from the sink. Then I lined my erection up with his tight little +red hole and slowly inserted it. + Not hearing any complaints from him, I continued until I was fully +embedded. Then I began to slowly make love to his hot virgin asshole. It +didn't take long for me to have an orgasm. I shot loads of fresh gay +sperm into his ass. + We cleaned up and then started to get dressed. + "Would you be interested in getting together again?" I asked. + "Sure. Maybe next time we can do it somewhere a little more +private," he answered. + "Good idea," I agreed with a smile. + "By the way, who is this friend you were talking about?" I asked. + "Bryan," he answered. + Bryan? That answer sure took me by surprise as well as provoke a +lot of questions I couldn't wait to get answered. I realized it was time +to take another look at my favorite Christian man... + +The End + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmas.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmas.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1b835320 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmas.txt @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ +A CHRISTMAS CAROLA + +My head was full of mixed emotions. The day had been most boring, and +I really didn't like being in town. The reason I was there was that I +was visiting my parents. After all, it was Christmas. Well, actually +it had been Christmas, and now it was the 26th... Boxing Day... + +Visiting 'home' in the north is nice, actually, but a full week of +sleazy cousins... and the whole family... it sure gets to one's +nerves! I decided to get out and take a walk. Yes, a walk! That was a +good idea... It was already past midnight, and there were lots of +people downtown, returning home from the restaurants in couples, +kissing and hugging.. Drunk. I'd like to be drunk. But, who would I go +to the restaurant with? There's nobody left.. each and everyone seems +to be somewhere else, having a Real Christmas. + +It was a cold night, so I took my time dressing up properly. Almost +minus 30 degrees outside... why am I really going to do this? The +down coat, a wool hat, a final peek from the kitchen window, and could +see her face now. She was staring straight to my eyes. She had a +beautiful face, as far as I could tell. He had a hood of her coat up, +so that very little could be seen of her. She was wearing a long, +thick, warm-looking overcoat, extending down to her ankles, where a +pair of 'nutukkaat' (soft winter boots made of reindeer skin) could be +seen. Slowly, I started to walk again. Slowly. Carefully. I couldn't +get my eyes off her any more. She walked on, too. The snow was making +a kind of crispy sound under my feet. I could hear her steps, already, +too. + +Thirty feet. We stopped again, almost simultaneously. Now I could see +her more clearly. Some red hair could be seen under the hood of her +coat. She was smiling! Her smile was somehow captivating. Definitely +not innocent, somewhat teasing, even. Her cheek were nicely red from +the cold, and her eyes seemed dark, deep and unrevealing from that +distance. + +Another few steps we took. Ten feet. Now I could see her face very +clearly. I could almost smell her, and feel the warmth radiating from +her face. Another few steps. She came closer. Still that odd smile on +her face. Now I would have been able to touch her, if we both had +extended our arms. Nothing happened, though. We just stood there. I +remember thinking we must have looked quite ridiculous, closing in +leap after leap. But I couldn't break away from the deep, blue, but +very warm look of her eyes. The smile was somehow suggestive, I +thought, when she opened her mouth as to say something. I hurried to +open the conversation: + +"Having a nice walk too, aren't you?" + +What a stupid line.. Now she probably will laugh.. and think that I am +just another moron. To my great surprise, she didn't even laugh, but +answered in a deep and somewhat naughty voice: + +"Yes. And I can see you're alone as well." + +She took another step towards me. Now she was really close. So close +that I was feeling a little uncomfortable with the distance. I could +already smell her. The scent was not noticeably a perfume, although it +must have been one. Rather, in a strange way, she smelled.. yes.. she +definitely smelled like a woman! + +"Do you have any particular plans for tonight?", + +she asked, and took another step, so that she actually was in my arms, +by any reasonable measurement. I almost stepped back. I was surprised, +but managed to hold my position. I remember wondering what I should do +with my arms. She was almost cuddling her body against mine, her hands +at my chest. + +"I don't either... but I know something we could do...". + +What kind of a woman is she anyway, I thought, but couldn't resist her +female presence. Almost automatically my hands found their way around +her waist, and I pulled her tentatively against me. She didn't resist +at all, quite on the contrary. She was tall girl, maybe 25 years of +age, her eyes at my chin level. She grabbed my waist with her hands, +and held me too. + +"And I bet you don't have any better suggestions, either...". + +She looked into my eyes again, holding herself back, hands around my +waist. Those deep blue eyes, and her red hair, wildly trying to get +out of under her hat, somehow developed a strange contrast. She took +off her gloves, and put them into a pocket of her coat, and touched my +cheek with her warm, soft and little hand. It slowly moved down to my +neck, and took a firm grasp, pulling myself closer to her face. Her +lips were moist and naturally red, with no lipstick on. Her makeup was +also very light. She didn't need more. + +Our lips touched each other lightly. At first carefully, then more and +more demanding, she bit my lips with her teeth, her tongue playing +with mine. She tasted of cinnamon. The contrast between the warm, +almost hot kiss and the cold night made an unearthly contrast. I knew +nothing of what would follow... + +The grab at my neck became more demanding, and she grasped me against +her almost violently. It was only now that I could notice that her +body was lean, she was almost skinny.. With her other hand, she opened +her coat in the front, and took my gloves off, throwing them on the +ice. After that, she led my hands inside her coat. Much to my +surprise, I could feel bare skin! Well, almost bare. She was wearing +those kinky kind of panties you can find in magazines! I could feel +the thin clothes, but I couldn't see their colour, of course. She +opened the zipper of my jacket, also, and, still kissing passionately, +put her hands around me and held herself firmly against me. + +I couldn't hold back any more, and I explored her bare skin under her +coat, which was now completely open in the front. With our lips still +pressed together, I brought my hand up to touch her breasts. She was +breathing heavily, while I gently caressed her hardened nipples, +grabbing the whole breast firmly in my palm at times, and other times +just barely touching the side of her chest. After a while I let my +hand travel down her stomach, carefully avoiding touching anywhere +near her waist. + +I could feel her growing more and more impatient. She tried to lead my +hand with hers, but I firmly refused. Instead, I grabbed her even +tighter with my left hand, kissing the side of her neck, while putting +my right palm on her inner thigh. I let it only lie there for awhile, +after which I s-l-o-w-l-y started moving it upwards. I played with her +garter for a while, and then reached up to the soft and silky panties. +At first, I let my hand travel up in the front, just barely touching +the cloth. After that, back down, brushing the front with the back of +my fingers. Very lightly. Then I took a firm grasp on her waist, and +pulled her against me for a while. + +Even through my heavy clothing, I let her feel me close to her for a +while, after which I pulled my hand up the front of her thigh again. +Now I just put my moved whole palm on her panties, in front. I could +feel first the cloth, and under that the hair, and the warm pussy +under my palm. I just held my hand there, and she rubbed herself +against it carefully. With my fingertips, I could reach even further +down on her, and I applied a little pressure against her. There was a +wet spot at the front of her panties. + +Now she got her hand up to my shoulders, and she pushed me firmly down +on the ice, covered with snow. She pushed me to the side of the path, +where the snow was a little bit softer. What if somebody sees us? We +were out there, in the open, a couple of hundred yards from the +riverbank. I was lying on my back, and the snow was feeling cold even +through my jacket. She sat on my stomach, and quickly grabbed my +pullover from the waist up, and unbuttoned my shirt under it. After +that, she straightened herself and let her coat all the way open in +the front. + +I was astonished. She had almost NO clothes at all under it. Just a +red, VERY small and revealing bra, and a matching pair of stockings +and garters, plus silky panties, which didn't actually hide that much. +Her body was thin, and her breasts quite small, nipples erect with a +slight red tone. She pulled herself down again, gave me a long and +passionate kiss, after which she moved down, kissing my revealed +stomach. She moved still further down, unzipping my pants. With a +little help from my side, she pulled my pants (plus the double long +underwear) down to my knees. + +What a feeling! I could really feel the cold...! And my jacket was +only half-length, meaning that my ass was right against the snow! Not +to mention the effect of the cold winter air on my penis, which +naturally was looking towards the black sky with a million stars... +She didn't give me much time to complain about this uncomfortable +state, but rather grabbed the shaft of my cock with her hands and took +it in her mouth. At least it was warm again! Her tongue was playing +some unimaginable tricks on me, and her hands were gently caressing my +balls. + +After a while she pulled herself up and sat down on me. Slowly she let +herself down, her pussy swallowing my penis all the way down. She +started to pump herself up and down, faster and faster.. when she was +all the way up, I was practically out of her, the cold winter air +creating a shocking effect on me. When she lowered herself, I tried to +push back, in order to get my ass up from the biting cold snow. There +were we, on the open ice, above us the beautiful sky, and the +spectacular aurora, which I could see directly above us now when I was +up inside her. + +We were sweating, though it was cold, and we were breathing the dry +and cold air into our lungs.. it burned. Our breaths became visible +once exhaled, mixing with each other, just as we were tangled +together. I played with her firm, erect breasts, while she was still +moving faster. + +It must have not been longer than a few minutes when I started to feel +like I was close to coming. My ass was already numb from the cold, but +the opposite side was experiencing something wonderful! She moaned a +little while pumping up and down on me, and suddenly arched herself +back, letting out a faint cry, after which she quickly pulled herself +down against my warm body. It was then that I pushed the last few +powerful strokes, letting myself come inside her. Her pussy was +convulsing around my cock, and I finally felt completely satisfied. + +We couldn't stay like that for long, since the cold started biting +everywhere pretty soon.. and I really wanted to get my ass out of the +freezing snow! She stood up, smiling, and helped me up. While I was +dressing up again, she said: + +"Poor you.. your ass must have completely frozen by now..." + +I mumbled something about not even noticing, while there had been +something else to think of, but she quickly continued: + +"Well, come on, I guess we have to do something about it. I have a +fireplace at my house, it'll surely warm you up." + +I think you must have already guessed that I returned to my (quite +worried) family no sooner than the 29th.. after which I left town to +get back to the university I attend. She joined me for some (if +possible, even more unforgettable) New Year festivities a day later. + +I haven't seen Carola for a while now, but I know she is still living +in my home town.. Maybe I should pick up the phone. After all, it's +not too long until Christmas..  \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmascarl.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmascarl.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9d9acb98 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmascarl.txt @@ -0,0 +1,626 @@ +Archive-name: Violent/xmascarl.txt +Archive-author: Mark E. Dassad +Archive-title: Christmas Carol + + +(C) 1992 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed + un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT + ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right + to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any + other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a + dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos, + but only if you send me corrections. + + +STORY: Christmas Carol + +I was fourteen. I'd already nailed my cousin Franny that Summer at +the Fourth of July picnic my Uncle Les always does out on his piece of +property in Pennsylvania, but Carol was my first piece of strange +pussy, and that made it especially sweet. Franny was just practice, +she was *old*, sixteen, big flabby tits, really she was almost fat, +and disgustingly hairy, and most of the cousins who had hit puberty +had been nailing her regularly since she was twelve, so she was pretty +well "broken in". But it was good practice, she showed me where all +the holes were, and that important little knob of flesh women have +where their dick would be. I fucked a lot of different women before I +realized that Franny's "nub" was more like a goddamn mini-prick; when +I think about it, the goddamn thing got hard and stuck out from her +twat. I'd fucked a goddamn hermaphrodite and didn't even know it at +the time. + +Girls thought I was hot. I know I was decently pumped, for a kid, and +I was getting some hair on my chest, it's that dark-haired +Mediterranean thing. And puberty had been really kind to me and +spared me from an oozing pizza-face. + +And I was a Belanger. + + +Most guys thought I was a conceited asshole, but they didn't say shit. +Word around school was Belangers kick ass and that was the goddamn +truth, we'd been kicking ass in that school system from the time my +oldest sister Claudia busted Johnny Duxbury's arm in a fight in the +fourth grade way back in 1955, through four brothers, Luke, Gary, +Paul, Philip, and finally me, fifteen years younger than Claudia, five +years after Philip. Maybe I was an "accident", but screw it. +Catholics don't have accidents they have kids. + +Emery, the grammar school gym teacher, ex-marine asshole. I actually +kind of got along with him, maybe 'cuz he recognized a kindred psycho. +First Grade, first fucking grade, I'm six years old we're all standing +in the gym, he gets to my name, he goes "Belanger?? Are you Philip +and Gary's kid brother?" + +I remember I shrugged, I was only six fucking years old and he was +big, though a lot older than when my sister ran into him, he was the +guy pulled her off the Duxbury kid. Claudia always smiles when she +tells that story, said she was trying to rip the little puke's arm off +to beat him with it because he called her a tombooy, but only managed +to bust it. + +Emery got this nutso look, tossed his clipboard on the floor, made a +big loud clatter, a couple of kids squeaked, some of them jumped like +frightened mice. + +He stares at me goes "I thought I'd finally got rid of you br.. +Sonofa... je... How many of you ARE there??" + +I remember I grinned a big ugly grin, I was missing my bottom front +teeth, I hollered "There's only one'a ME, I ain't twins!" + +Like I said, I got a big psycho streak, nothing scares me, it's not a +good survival instinct I guess, but I found early on that most people +ARE chickenshit, and don't shove back; you can take what you want from +them and they'll piss all over themselves trying to please you +afterward so you won't hurt them worse. + +Life is mysterious and wonderful. + +I recall the gym teacher, Emery. He picked up his clipboard, muttered +something nasty under his breath, goes out loud "Yeah you're a +Belanger all right". Didn't do shit to me that first day for wising +off, but I got slapped around plenty the rest of my six long years in +that oppressive little shithole of a school. Screw it, it wasn't any +worse than my older brothers pounding me for kicks when they were +bored. At least the schools had some rules about what they could do +to you, like for example holding you upside down over the toilet, +flushing your head while they pissed in your face, I never had a +teacher try *that*. + +You know, I found out in Jr. High that it was *illegal* where I grew +up for teachers to slap kids around, nobody clued me in all through +grammar school. Like anyone would've believed a BELANGER, or cared. + +... + +Oh yeah but back to this Carol chick. She was a seventh grader and I +was in the ninth, a major figure in the "greaser" crowd. Car Boys. +No duck-tails, but we were still doing the leather jackets, boots with +zippers up the side, and this was the mid 70s if you can believe it. +Maybe that part of the country is kinda backwards, I don't know. +Anyhow, this Carol, she followed me around like a goddamn puppy dog, +the guys I hung with gave me shit, made rude remarks about my "fan +club", so I figured I'd go for it. I actually found her attractive, +she barely had any tits and she was on the fat side of the spectrum, +but she had nice skin and long dark hair. and she seemed so ... +"fresh..." like a innocent little kid next to all the whores that were +throwing themselves at me. I was dangerous and good looking, it makes +a lot of chicks, even the prudes, slime in their panties. I checked +around to make sure Carol wasn't a fucking Wop or Pole or something, +with a bunch of older brothers and uncles with names like Guido or +Stosh and shit; psycho, yes. Stupid, no. + +My bud Slam was throwing a major party the weekend before Christmas, +his mother was off somewhere, probably whoring around with the latest +coke-dealer she'd picked up. There was a bunch of high school kids +gonna be there, Slam's brother Pez was a Junior, had friends who were +old enough to get kegs, it was cool. Slam and Pez threw the best +partys, there was always more booze and 'candy' than you could want, +and the strung like a million little christmas lights all oover the +house, the kids thath were seriously tripping would just stand and +stare at the ceiling ike they seen God. It was a fucking hoot, SIxth +grade me and Stiv wrapped this one kid in this silver tinsel stuff you +put on trees, he stayed that way for hours. I think that was the year +Pez got into the drug scene and picked up his nickname, the first year +we all started really partying, staying out all weekend whenever their +mother wasn't around. + +Like my parents gave a shit. The less I was home the less I ate, the +less electricity I used. So my old man lost his favorite punching +bag, him and my mother would have to entertain themselves throwing +heavy objects at each other's heads and then threatening to kill the +neighbors when they inevitably called the cops. + +Yee Haw. + +... + +I slid up to this Carol girl, where the seventh-grader's had their +lockers, she was talking to some ugly skinny little girlfriend of hers +between classes. I leaned against the locker, staring at Carol, till +the friend looked up at me and kind of squeaked, that got Carol to +turn and look too, I was standing right behind her. I kind of kept +staring at the friend till she got the clue and took off. + +"I seen you around," I smiled at Carol. + +She clutched her books to her chest, and stared at her shoes. I +scanned up and down her pudgy little body, her face was all red, but +she was smiling. I'd seen my cousin Franny naked, but all I ever had +around the house were brothers, and I was trying to imagine how this +girl compared to Franny. I already started into my growth spurt by +ninth grade, I was probably around 5'9" or 5'10" by then, and Carol +was tops 5'2". Puberty was the best, it was great finally being +bigger than the girls, it was about goddamn time. + +"Umm, yeah." She was not a great conversationalist. + +"Yeah, I think you're really... a fox." I smiled at her and slouched +against the lockers, she turned even brighter red. "My friends are +having a Christmas party this weekend, you wanna come with me?" + +Carol jerked her head up at me and her eyes got really big. "Umm, +yeah..." she hesitated. "I have to ask my parents..." + +I shrugged. "Whatever. See you tomorrow?" + +"sure." she almost whispered. + +"Carol, right?" I realized I wasn't even sure of her name at the +time. She nodded. + +... + + +Slam's brother Pez was really feeling generous, he drove me to +Carol's house to pick her up, Slam went along for the ride. + +By eight o'clock on a Friday night, my old man was corked and getting +meaner by the ounce, I didn't want to get in a car with him that's for +damn sure, and none of my brothers were living at home by then. Phil +was doing time for grand theft auto, beats me where the hell Gary +disappeared to, he went off to college and never came back, Claudia +was big-time into the NYC biker-dyke scene and my old man threatened +to kill her if she came on his property, Paul and Luke were sharing an +apartment in the Village; I think they were making gay porno movies +to support their habits, but I couldn't prove it. + +Pez was pretty cool, he was the main player in the HS drug crowd, they +called him Pez cuzza the ugly tracheotomy scar on his neck, I don't +know the whole story but it had something to do with getting some +fucked up drugs and his throat swelling shut. He talked kinda weird, +raspy like, but he was fucking funny, and his friends were pretty +funny too. So long as you didn't try to stiff them on a deal, anyway, +which I never did. Gary Kaplan lost a bunch of teeth and had his nose +bent sideways, rumor was Pez' buddies kicked him so hard his nuts +ruptured and had to be cut off. He was a stupid little shit and was +skimming, he deserved it. + +Me and Pez and Slam cruised up to Carol's house in their mom's old +'68 Rambler, pretty fucking embarrassing ride, but what the fuck. +Carol lived in a pretty lousy neighborhood, it was almost as crummy +as me or Slam's house. She came tearing outta the house when I got +outta the car and started heading for her front door; I recognized +that "oh my god don't let him see where I live" panic; I had to smile. +Seemed like me and this little chick had something in common besides +thinking I was cool. + +We slid into the back seat, and Slam and Pez turned around to eyeball +my "date". "Lay" woulda been more accurate I suppose. Whatever. I +reached my left arm around her shoulder and rubbed my hand over her +tit, as Slam and Pez watched and smiled. I felt her body go all +rigid, but she didn't say shit, so I grinned right at Slam and kept +rubbing her little flat titty. Christ, it felt like a small gumdrop +taped to her chest, kinda excited me, I like 'em not quite ripe. + +Carol was all tarted up, what was it, like 1975 I figure? She was +wearing nice tight jeans and a tight knit shirt, red, I love red. She +had on some perfume, I'd probably get a boner if I smelled that smell +again, and she had even put some makeup on her face, I think. + +"This is my friend Slam," I grinned a shit-eating grin at Slam. "And +uh..." I didn't know if 'Pez' wanted to be *called* 'Pez' or not." + +"Pez," Pez grinned at Carol. "They call me Pez cuzza my throat" he +showed her the scar on his throat and grinned a really goofy grin and +we peeled out as I pulled Carol closer to me. + +"Uh. My father says I have to be home by twelve," she whispered. + +Christ. I'd forgotten that some kids actually had curfews, their +parents wanted to know where they were, expected them to come home, +crazy shit like that. + +"Yeah no problem." I squeezed her tit and dropped my hand to her +crotch. I figured I'd wing it. It was already nine, I'd have to nail +her pretty fast. + +... + +There were kids all over Slam and Pez' house, puking in the bushes, +groping each other on the furniture, dancing to the pumping music, It +ws really fucking trippy the way the christmas lights were flashing on +and off on all these writhing bodies. There were a pile of high +school kids, the place fucking reeked of dope smoke and beer, it was a +GREAT party, man. Somebody had amped in a guitar and was trying to +play "Jingle Bells" over a Black Sabbath album. Nuts. + +The neighbor's wouldn't call the cops till after midnight, if they +even called. Pez and his friends scared the piss out of the ones that +cared. Deep Purple. Led Zeppelin. The walls were vibrating, I swear +it. A serious metal crowd. Rush. I think that was the year +"Hemispheres" came out. A GREAT album to trip and get laid to. + +I pulled Carol through the crowd; she was possibly the youngest kid +there, a lot of the crowd was around 18, some maybe older, legal age +back then before the safety nazis came into power and took everybody's +rights away. People were way too wasted to notice us, or care. + +I pulled her towards the kitchen and the keg, a bunch of my buddies +were hanging around there, a couple even had managed to land a date. +The whole school knew these parties, girls knew that if they +showed up at these parties they were going to have to put out whether +they wanted to or not, so it was only the serious sluts, or the dopers +who wanted free drugs for some tail, who came to these things. + +Or seventh-grader's who hadn't been around long enough to know what was +what. + +Or who had such a crush on some guy that they didn't believe what +friends tried to to tell them. + +heh. + +... + +Lisa and Katie were swaying around the keg, Lisa was propped +up by Bobby standing behind her with his crotch mashed into her ass, +his hands rubbing down the front of her thighs as she swayed, drunk, +stoned, whatever. She had this Christmas bell around her neck and +everytime she swayed it'd ring and scare the piss out of her. + +Mikey and Stiv were supporting Katie, her arms draped around each of +their shoulders as she teetered precariously on platform sandals. She +smiled at Carol, eyeballing her through half-closed dope-stunned +eyelids. + +"You're a 7th grader, right?" I held onto Carol, poured her a beer, +offered her a 'lude. I didn't know if she'd ever done any, I hoped +she didn't do anything like pass out. Carol stared at the pill in +her hand. + +"what is it?" she hollered at me over the party roar. + +"Vitamins," I lied my ass off. I didn't expect her to believe me, I +mean how stupid could she be that was the lamest response I could +think of. + +"Bullshit it's a 'panty popper'," Lisa cackled, swaying, her +stupid bell jingling, drunkenly pulling at the waist-band of her +jeans. + +I pulled Carol out of room, away from those skags. Mikey and Stiv +and Bobby were howling. + +"Ignore that skank," I whispered in Carol's ear. "She's been after me +for a year, she's pissed cuz I won't date a slut like her and she's +jealous of you." + +We were back in the living room; Carol had swallowed the 'lude +defiantly after Lisa ragged her, swilling it down with some of her +beer; man what a face she made, first-beer faces are priceless. The +music was deafening; it was an excuse to get her upstairs. + +"Hey man let's go upstairs, it'll be quieter, I'll show you around my +friend Slam's house ok?" + +Carol followed after me, she was moving a lot more loosely, the 'lude +must of been starting to work. I don't know. Maybe she knew what was +happening, I mean Christ, some guy asks you to a party, there's beer, +drugs, kids passing out all over, music so loud you think your ears +will bleed, kids groping all over each other, and your date gets you +into a bedroom upstairs. The way she reacted though, maybe she really +was just fucking naive. + +It was still pretty early, there wasn't anybody in Stiv's parent's +bedroom, so I sat down on the bed, pulled Carol down next to me, and +just started making out. + +Hell I didn't really start "making out", what I did was I threw Carol +down on the bed and jumped her bones. I was so fucking hot for her, +my nuts had been boiling all week since I'd asked her to the party, +all the guys knew I planned to nail her, I'd been bragging about it all +fucking week, and I'd purposely not wanked off, I wanted to have as +much cum as possible to fill her with. + +"hey..." Carol whimpered when I landed on top of her. Slam's +mother had a big fucking king-size bed, and I had plenty of room to +maneuver. Carol had that 'lude making her reflexes all wonky and I +lay on top of her and worked my hips between her legs. I pinned her +arms above her head and plastered my mouth over hers, forcing my +tongue between her lips, licking at her clenched teeth, forcing my +tongue down inside her cheeks as she squeaked and twisted feebly +beneath my weight. + +My cock was really fucking uncomfortable, pressing into the fly of my +Levi's. I sat back up between Carol's legs and reached for her fly; +she whimpered, but she didn't try and stop me, maybe the 'lude was +making her really clumsy and slow; I grabbed her, I was breathing +really hard, and she was moaning softly, telling me she didn't want +to, but jesus her BODY sure did, she was humping her hips in the air +as I pinched her plump little nipples through her shirt. I worked +fasst, pulling off her jeans, shoes, sock, underwear. + +"No... really..." Carol moaned feebly. I was leaning over her, +kneeling between her legs, pinning her arms to the bed, still clothed, +staring at her pussy. + +It was *beautiful*. My cock was doing the fucking mambo in my pants, +straining towards that juicy little cunt. Her pussy lips were plump +and pink and firm, her mound had just the finest covering of dark +black hair. I pulled experimentally at her tiny little button; Carol +moaned and kicked feebly. + +"Please don't..." She begged me. I knew she wanted it though. She +kept arching her little cunt up at my finger rubbing that little +button. "I don't *want* to..." she whimpered. + +I flopped the weight of my upper body onto her to hold her to the bed +while I lowered my pants. I slid up Carol's body, my pants down +around my thighs, as my cock pressed against her snatch. + +"Of COURSE you want to, you want me really bad or you wouldn't have +followed me around school like some lost puppy," I hissed in her ear +as I groped clumsily between her legs, finally finding her hole and +pressing the head of my cock against her opening. + +"You don't think I'd date a LITTLE KID..." I shoved my cock into her +a ways; she was incredibly tight, and dry, and it seemed like I +couldn't shove the damn thing in any deeper. + +Carol shrieked as my dick stretched her tight little cunt. + +I lay on top of her, breathing hard, pushing as hard as I could, +working my hips, trying to make my way past that resistance I felt, as +she cried, chanting "no no, please don't," over and over to herself +like some kind of mantra or something. + +"You don't think I would've asked a lousy little SEVENTH GRADER out if +I thought you wouldn't put out out do you??" Christ did she think I +was some kind of numb-nut?? "No-one's THAT stupid." + +I was getting really pissed. She'd come upstairs with me, what the +fuck did she think I wanted?? She dressed like a slut and her cunt +clutched at my dick, it sure FELT like she wanted me, whatever +bullshit was coming out her mouth. With my cock still inside her +opening, I pinned Carol's hand above her head and lurched my hips +especially hard; something inside her gave, and my cock slid all the +way home; Carol screamed again, louder, as that barrier inside her +gave way and my dick slammed head-first into her oven door as my balls +slapped against her snatch. + +It was warm and wet inside her, and I completely lost control, I +started fucking her like a maniac, slamming my cock into her snatch as +fast and as hard as I could; she stopped screaming after the first +couple of strokes, and anyway, with the party raging on there was no +fucking way anyone would hear her over the music and even if they did +so what?? Girls came to these parties to do drugs and get laid, +everyone knew that. + +Carol's pussy was really tight; it was way more pleasurable than my +cousin Franny's stretched-out old hole, and I got in maybe fifteen +strokes before I came, I tried pulling out so I wouldn't risk getting +her pregnant but my dick had other plans and I just humped my jizz +into Carol's twat till I laid on top of her, sweaty and exhausted. +Carol kept moaning that I'd raped her. + +I was really fucking tired of hearing it. + +"Shut up you little whore, I never raped you, goddammit you came to +this party of your own free will I didn't drag you into the car I +didn't force you to come, everyone in the whole fucking town knows +about these parties, that chicks come to these things and spread their +fucking legs in exchange for free booze and drugs" + +I stopped my rant to look down between her legs, then at my dick. +There was blood all over the place. Boy Slam and Pez were gonna be in +deep-ass trouble, but I was happy as a pig in shit. + +"Oh WOW, you were a virgin!" I crowed. I leaned over and kissed her +full on the lips, rubbing my hand along the bloodied opening of her +pussy, fucking my fingers into her as she wiggled beneath me. + +"Thanks for giving me your cherry, baby," I smiled at her, got off the +bed, left her there crying as I went into the bathroom in the master +bedroom to wash the blood off my fingers and my dick before I shoved +it back into my pants. + +"I hope the first time was good for you." + +... + +I was still washing my dick off when Lisa and Bobby wandered into the +bedroom. They were both totally fucking buzzed, swaying and +staggering, that damn bell around Lisa's neck was starting to bug me +the way it jingled all the time. They were really pretty fucking +funny, but I couldn't stand Lisa she was a A-1 skank-hole. Probably +fucked everyone in the school, and most of the teachers too. + +"Man you didn't fuck her with her period did you??" Bobby looked like +he was going to puke at the idea. He was staring at the red stain on +the bedspread next to Carol's butt; she'd curled up on her side, +still in her red shirt but naked from the waste down. + +Lisa laughed out loud and staggered over to the bed, peering woozily +at the stain. "He busted the little kid's cherry you asshole! God +what a little SLUT! Giving it away in fucking PUBLIC" + +Bobby had sat down on the bed and was stroking Carol's ass, "hey baby +you ever sucked dick before?" he asked her. + +I was getting hard thinking about Bobby fucking her too; something +about the display, I don't know, but I was getting hard again myself +and I really was getting juiced by the idea of double-fucking this +fat little chick. + +"You fucking PIG!" Lisa was really pissed. Oh like she didn't know +Bobby had fucked half her friends. She stomped out of the bedroom and +slammed the door behind her, screaming insults at Carol and Bobby and +Me and everybody around her. + +Bobby and me looked at each other and just cracked up. + +"What the fuck do you put up with that skag for?" I asked him. + +Bobby started laughing. "She gives really good fucking head, I think +Mr. Carlson taught her how!" Carlson was the algebra teacher, the +girls thought he was "cute". + +... + +Bobby was straddling Carol's head, sliding his cock in and out of her +mouth, trying to teach her how to suck dick, as I took another turn in +her pussy, pumping away between her legs from a kneeling position, +holding her ass up off the bed so I wouldn't interfere with Bobby's +action in her mouth. The 'lude had made the little slut awful +pliable, she wasn't hardly moving on her own, but she wasn't +complaining and her cunt was really nice and tight. + +We hardly had our dicks inside her though when I heard a couple more +guys come into the room, though I couldn't see them. + +"Hey man fuck the little bitch!" + +I turned around and saw these three older guys standing around pulling +at their dicks through their jeans, sucking down beers. + +"FUCK! What are you... Jesus, get OUT of here!" I was really pissed, +I mean at least I *knew* Bobby, but it was only my second chick and I +definitely wasn't used to an audience and I lost my boner. I +recognized the guys as some of Pez' friends. Bobby pulled his cock +out of Carol's mouth; he didn't lose his hard-on but he looked really +embarrassed and hopped off the and bed ran into the bathroom. To wank +off I guess. + +"Don't mind us," One of them laughed when he saw I'd gone soft. "Some +chick said there was a train starting with a nice fresh pussy" + +"Yeah, if you're done there, let another guy have a turn," One of the +other guys pulled me from between Carol's legs. I started to charge +him, butt naked, but the other two guys rushed me, and they laughed as +I struggled against their grip. + +"Man you'll get another turn later, don't sweat it." + +The guy who'd pulled me off of Carol knelt on the bed between her legs +and pulled his pants down. He had the hairiest fucking butt I ever +saw in my life, not that I go around comparing guys butts or anything, +but this one was damn hairy. + +"Oh man I bet you are one tight little piece!" He grunted and landed +on top of my date and speared into her in one clean stroke; I quit +struggling as I watched his cock split open Carol's tight little twat; +It was making me hard again, even though I tried to stay pissed off at +these guys that they'd interrupted my fuck session. + +Doped up as Carol was, she grunted when this guy skewered her; he +thrust so hard he picked her butt right off the bed, pushing her head +back towards the headboard as he pounded his meat into her tight +pussy. She was starting to make little noises, it sounded kind of +like he was fucking some rubber doggi toy, the way Carol squeaked each +time the guy's cock rammed into her and his balls slapped against her +almost hairless snatch; the bed was making this incredible banging +noise and my cock was waving at her begging for a second chance. + +This guy could really fucking fuck! + + +Carol was starting to move around and moan, I guess the action in her +pussy was cutting through the drugs and livening her up. + +"please..." Carol whispered "no, please...." + +"Oh yeah baby, way to fuck back," The guy on top of her started +slamming as fast as he could, and I swear I saw his nuts twitch; I +guessed he was squirting his jizz, because he lay on top of Carol with +his cock still buried inside her cunt, grunting "OH God" over and +over, humping in shorter and shorter strokes till he pulled his soft +wet prick out of her. No blood this time. + +The guys holding me back had let go when their friend started porking +Carol; we'd all been too pre-occupied yanking our dicks watching this +guy fuck the little chick I'd brought to the party, and the two of +them approached the bed and pulled Carol to a sitting position with +the first guy's cum leaking out of her twat. She kept moaning "no... +please" but her body sure didn't seem to be protesting as the two guys +pulled her shirt and bra off. + +"Christ you are a flat little cow." + +"Oh she's so tight though man," the guy who'd just got off was telling +his buddies. "Fat chicks are always tighter, maybe 'cuz they don't +get fucked as often." + +"C'mon kneel get on your hands and knees," one of the guys was pulling +Carol around on the bed, trying to roll her to a kneeling position. +"That way you can suck my dick while my friend fucks you doggy style" + +Carol whimpered, "no... please..." + +"Christ you just fucked three different guys!" Bobby had come out of +the bathroom, he had his pants on again, but you could see he was +still hard. "It's not like a couple more are gonna make any +difference..." + +Carol knelt in position like they asked her; the one guy grabbed her +hair while the other guy stuffed his meat into her pussy from behind; +it sounded like she tried to holler around the cock in her mouth, the +dick in her pussy was bigger than any of the one's that had just +fucked her so maybe it hurt or something; she was twisting her butt +around and the guy riding her was clutching her chunky little ass +cheeks; he started slapping her leg, like he was riding a horse or +something; she really started jerking then, and the guy in her mouth +was getting into it, grabbing her head and fucking into her mouth like +it as just another hole.. + +It was really cool watching the little whore take it in both ends like +some kind of meat on a spit. More guys had come into the bedroom; I +guess word about the train had spread, and it was getting kind of +crowded. Guys were hooting and yelling above the roaring stereo and +the asshole still strying to play carols on his fender. Some of the +girls at the party had even come to watch, and I was really glad I had +a front row seat. + +When the guy in her mouth finished, I rushed in before the next guy in +line had a chance to get at her. + +"You're the best, baby." I rubbed Carol's tits, grabbing at the +little gumdrop nipples, and reached under her and poked around till I +found that little ball of flesh at the top of her twat. She knelt +there, tears dripping onto the bed, rocking around from the force of +the guy fucking her. + +"Merry fucking Christmas" I held Carol's head and really pulled at +her clit like my cousin had taught me, and sure enough the little slut +started moaning and humping back at the guy fucking her; her face got +all red and she started making these little grunting noises. I guess +that's what girls look like when the come. + +I sort of kissed her, biting at her neck and her ears, she started +crying again, but she didn't say anything. The guy humping +her finally came, and another one took his place. + +"Don't leave me," she moaned desperately as somebody shoved me away +from her and stuffed his dick in her mouth while another one slammed +into her from behind. + +I laughed. + +All I cared about was that I'd score major points with Pez and his +crowd for finding such a popular piece of poonie. + + +Decentest Christmas *I* ever had. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmasfun1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmasfun1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7c648083 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmasfun1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,599 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/xmasfun1.txt +Archive-author: Pussy Barber +Archive-title: Christmas with Shauna And Jean + + + I'd met Jean the previous summer while vacationing in Palm Springs with +Shauna, my girlfriend. Now Jean was coming up to visit us over the Christ- +mas and New Year's holidays. Shauna was excited about Jean's visit, saying +she'd enjoyed our vacation down south. + We'd gone to Palm Springs, staying in my boss's "winter house", and she +ran in Jean, on her summer break from UCLA. Shauna brought Jean back to +the house, introducing us and inviting her for dinner. Jean's looks are +incredible. She's tall, about 5'9" or 5'10", lean and tanned, long blonde +hair (middle of back) and a smile that'd tempt a god. Her breasts are small, +but lovely, her legs are lean and trim. We ended up having sex in a threeway +and Shauna discovered many firsts about herself on that trip. She discovered +she was bisexual, that she could have multiple orgasms and that she could +get turned on by and turn me on by "dirty" talk. + We picked Jean up at the airport, kissing her and greeting her warmly. I +took both girls out to dinner at a nice, quiet Italian restaurant. We talked +about how things were for us, Jean talking about how busy school kept her. +Shauna, no longer that "shy", broached the subject first, telling Jean that +she found she could actually make me come by just talking dirty. They both +laughed, remembering our 3-way in Palm Springs (Jean likes to watch too, and +she's the one who started Shauna talking dirty). We paid our bill and took +Jean home with us, talking excitedly all the way home. + Inside our apartment, Shauna showed Jean around, showing off the new toys +I'd bought (the stereo and vcr), and the well stocked kitchen. Jean looked +around and sat on the sofa, smiling. + "Ummm," She started, "Where am I going to sleep?" + Shauna didn't miss a beat, "With us of course!" + Jean stood up and kissed Shauna on the mouth, squeezing her breast. + "Hey now," I said in mock seriousness, "I thought the host'd get one too!" + Jean turned to me and kissed me on the mouth, her tounge sliding into my +mouth, hungry and wanton. Her hand rubbed my stiffening cock through my +pants. + "C'mon." Shauna said quietly, leading us both to the bedroom. Jean paused +and picked up her suitcase, following us into the bedroom. The girls kissed +again and I started to undress them. + I alternated between them, unfastening one button on Shauna's blouse, then +one on Jean's. Back to Shauna, then Jean. I kept this up until they were +both topless, still kissing each other. Jean's nipples stood up hard and +firm, Shauna's were the same. I rubbed my hands over their tits, feeling how +warm they both were. I moved to place their blouses on a chair and Jean +whispered something into Shauna's ear, causing them to laugh. + "Take your clothes off and get in bed." Jean said. "We'll be right back." + They took her suitcase and went into the bathroom, laughing and snickering +the whole way. I dimmed the lights, leaving just a bare flicker in the bulb +from the dimmer switch. Undressing quickly, I slid under the covers to await +these horny women. Their giggles and ooo's and ahhh's in the bathroom made +me stiff, wondering what they were up to. + "Ready?" Shauna called out. + "Yep!" I called back. + The bathroom lights went out, throwing the room into temporary darkness. +They waited until their eyes were accustomed to the dim light and slowly +crept into the room. + "Close your eyes!" Shauna laughed. + "No peeking!" Jean reminded. + Eyes closed, I felt them move onto the bed, then a hand covered my eyes. + "Keep 'em closed until we tell you!" Shauna said. I mumbled my agreement +and waited, feeling them move about. Seconds later I heard one of them gasp +slightly and my cock throbbed with anticipation. + "O-Ok. You can open your eyes." Shauna said, her voice soft and sexy. + I opened my eyes and ooo'd at the girls. Shauna was on her back, legs +wide around Jean, and Jean was wearing a strap-on dildo, sliding into the +hot red-trimmed bush before her. Shauna was cupping her full breasts, her +fingers pinching the nipples. + "Surprised?" Jean asked. + "Ohhhh yesss." was all I could manage, my cock ramrod hard. + "I've wanted to fuck this sexy bitch ever since last summer." Jean hissed. +"Now why don't you let her suck your cock while I fuck her hot pussy?" + Shauna and I moaned together, feeling horny. I moved over and her hand +guided my cock to her, taking my head into her warm mouth. She sucked my +cock while I pinched her nipples, watching Jean rock her hips and that dildo +into her. Jean pulled back and out, showing me the size of the dildo -- it +was about 10" long! + She slid it back into Shauna's steaming pussy, and her words started out +dirty and got down right nasty as she began her own orgasm. + "Oooo, suck his cock!" She hissed. "Suck it, make him cum in your mouth! +I want to watch him cum in your mouth while I fuck your sweet pussy. I'm +gonna make you cum sooo much! Make us both wet with your creamy cum. Suck +it. Yeahhh, suck him deeeep, make him cum!" + I was getting very excited by her dirty talk and Shauna even more so. Her +hips were rocking up to meet each thrust. + "Oh baby, you're such a hot slut...sucking his cock while I fuck you! I +wanna see him flood your mouth full of cum! I want to see him cum all over +your face...your tits!" Jean was really hot, ready for her own orgasm. "I'm +going to tounge your clit when he cums, bury my face in your pussy! Lick +your pussy and eat you 'til you cum too!" + Shauna couldn't concentrate on my cock anymore, she was too close. I sat +back, stroking myself, watching them fuck each other. Shauna used her voice +to help Jean's impending orgasm. + "Fuck my pussy! C'mon bitch, I LOVE it! Fuck me with your dildo! Make +me cum! Make me cum and I'll rub my juice all over your face! You'd like +that wouldn't you? -- my hot little slut!" + I felt ready to come too, and I reached out and started pinching the +nipples of both girls. + "C'mon you hot, wet, little sluts. Make each other cum! Cum for us! I +want to taste you both!" I hissed at them. "I'm gonna suck your cunts all +night long! Licking your cum from your thighs!" + The both came, moaning and thrashing, Shauna's legs locking around Jean's +lean body. Shauna's hips kept rocking, pushing the tickler back against +Jean's clit, making her come again. When they finally settled down, I kissed +them both, thanking them for quite a thrilling show. + We cuddled, Jean laying on top of Shauna, me beside them, caressing them +both. When I unstrapped the dildo from Jean's hips, Shauna rolled over and +said it was her turn, taking the contraption and fitting it around her waist. +I looked at Jean and saw her rolling over, licking her lips and spreading her +legs for Shauna. An idea dawned and I kissed Shauna and turned to Jean. + "Do you want to be REALLY fucked good and hard?" I asked. + Her hand on her pussy, she answered "Ohhhh yesss, fuck me good tonight." + I pulled her on top of me, and laid down, my cock sliding easily into her +drenched pussy. Jean knew right away what I had in mind (she'd fantasised +about it since buying the strap-on) and Shauna was looking confused. + "Fuck my ass Shauna!" Jean moaned. "Fuck my ass with that big cock!" + It took some work, but we managed to get that enormous dildo in her ass, +and I could feel it sliding back and forth inside her. Each stroke that +Shauna made also stroked my cock. In and out, back and forth, Shauna leaning +over to dirty-talk us both off. + "Ohhh Jean, baby, you're such a hot slut!" She hissed. "A cock in your +dripping wet cunt and a big thick one up your ass! Ohh your sooo hot, wet +and slick!" + Shauna had been rubbing Jean's cream all over Jean's ass and her own tits, +making them both wet and slick. I could feel Shauna's orgasm in her voice +as her talk got progressivly hotter and nastier. Her words made me feel like +I was going to explode inside of Jean's pussy. + "I'm gonna fuck your asshole nice and hard, make you cum with your holes +filled full! When he cums inside you, I'm gonna pull him out and hold him +against your hot wet pussy, watching it spurt cum all over you. Then I'm +going to lick it off your dripping cunt!" + Jean started coming loud and hard. Her hips rocking against twin cocks +buried inside her. I grabbed her and pulled her down, sucking on her large +nipples, tounging her areola and biting her nipples. She screamed. + Shauna's sudden withdrawl from Jean's ass suprised me and I felt my cock +begin spurting a gallon of hot white cream. + "Ohhh GODDD!" I cried. + Shauna pulled my cock from Jean's pussy, still spurting cum. I felt her +mouth around me, and I felt warm wetness dripping against the root of my +shaft from Jean's sopping pussy. Shauna put my cock back into Jean's pussy, +and Jean eagerly rocked me, keeping me hard. Shauna moved, coming up to our +sides, and grabbed Jean's face, kissing her hard. + Jean's response was to come again, her pussy contracting and milking my +already spent cock. I looked up and saw Shauna pulling back, a long white +string of cum running down her breasts. Jean saw it and began licking it +off, her hips rocking frantically against me. + The girls laid down, Jean sliding wetly off of me, her head diving for +Shauna's sweet pussy. While they continued, I took the strap-on that Shauna +had laid aside and went to the bathroom to wash it off (and compose myself). +When I came back, I could see Shauna on her back, licking Jean's pussy as +Jean leaned over and pounded the redhead's pussy with three fingers. I stood +and watched and they both came, seconds apart, making loud noises together. +Fortunatly, most of our neighbors were gone for the holidays! + Satisfied for now, we all cuddled up and slept. Jean woke us at about +two a.m., sucking on my limp cock and fingering Shauna's pussy. Aroused, we +both kissed while Jean kept working us both. After about thirty minutes both +of us where terribly horny and Shauna made the first move. She grabbed Jean +and pulled her up, kissing her for a moment before rolling her onto her back. +She pinned Jean's hands down by her head and slid up against Jean's tits. + "Fuck me with your tits!" Shauna commanded. + "Oooo yes. I want to feel you cream on me." Jean moaned back. + "Get your cock in her. Fuck her tight pussy hard for me." Shauna hornily +commanded. "Fuck her so she'll fuck me with her tits. I'm gonna cream all +over your nice big nipples." + I slipped into Jean's pussy, fucking her hard and fast. I was careful not +to come, as my position gave me a new, exciting idea. I was watching Shauna's +pussy open and slide over Jean's small tits, hearing the wet noises she made +each time her lips let go of the nipple. Shauna was dripping wet, literally, +and her juice was making Jean's nipple and chest all shiny. I refused to +let Jean wrap her legs around me, holding them up or pushing them down. I had +to be free at the right moment. Jean's filthy talk exciting me to the edge. + "Fuck me. Cum in me!" She said to me, then to Shauna, "ohh shit, you wet +slut! Cream on my titties. Let me suck your cream. Spread it all over my face +and tits!" + Being held down, Jean found light restraint fun (she could've broken it +any time), and the sensation of not being able to move freely drove her wild. + "Ohhhh, baby!" Jean went on, "you're sooo wet! Sooo wet and creamy! Cum +for me! Cum on my tits...make them wet and slick with your creamy cum!" + I felt myself started to come, the urge to slam into Jean almost overwhelm- +ing. I pulled out, hissing my own contribution to our dirty talk as I moved +up and slid hard between the lips of Shauna's sopping cunt. + "I'm going to fuck her, cum in her cunt for you Jean." I hissed, grabbing +Shauna's tits from behind. "Feel my balls moving? I'm gonna spurt deep into +her hot slit, filling her with cum!" + Shauna moaned, ready to come herself. Jean's hips were rocking and I'm +sure her eyes were glassy with lust. + "I'm going to cum, then pull out and let you eat that hot jism from her +soaking pussy!" + Shauna's pussy grabbed my cock, squeezing hard. + "I'm gonna CUMMMMMmmm" I shouted, dumping all my cum into Shauna. + Shauna came too, and her hips pumped me for more. Jean's hips were now +thrashing on the bed, lifting me against Shauna. I pulled out and pushed +Shauna's ass up to Jean's mouth, seeing her drip both her cum and mine as +she moved up. I turned around and kissed Jean's clit, intending to lick her +pussy until she came. The touch of lips on her engorged clit sent her over +the edge, her legs locking straight out. I caressed her hips and thighs +while watching Shauna greedily hump the her mouth. Jean's chest and neck +glistened from wetness. + I told Shauna to turn around, giving Jean a breather. She half stood, +her eyes glassy, half open, lustful. Her hand rubbing her clit, I drew her +down toward's Jean's pussy, stopping above it. I pushed my cock at her. + "Suck it slut." I hissed, knowing that would set her off. "Suck that wet +dripping cock." + She swallowed me straight down to the root, amazing me with her mouth. +Shauna seemed lost in a carnal world, ready to do anything. Jean lifted +her head an made some hand motions. I tossed her the strap-on and she +used it by hand on Shauna's well fucked, cum drenched pussy. + "Did you like fucking Jean's mouth?" I asked. "Cumming all over her face?" + Shauna moaned. + "Remember the last time," Jean said to Shauna, "that he came in my mouth? +All that hot cum dripping onto my tits? His warm sperm running down my neck, +my tits, and into your mouth?" + Shauna let go of my cock to moan and cry out. + "Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! I'm c-c-cummmmming!" + She fell onto Jean, convulsing around the massive fake cock inside her +clenching pussy. She shook and moaned for a while, then started kissing +Jean's mound, thanking her in the best way, for making her come. + We laid on either side of Jean then, rubbing the come all over her and +making her feel warm and loved before we drifted off to sleep, hugging each +other. + + The following morning we rushed to do some last minute Christmas shopping +and back home to wrap the gifts. While the girls wrapped gifts, I excused +my self and left on an errand, returning about an hour later. We were due +over at Shauna's parent's house for an early Christmas celebration, then off +to a party given by some friends of ours. Jean of course was well known to +Shauna's parents, having been one of Shauna's best friends in high-school, and +we all shared a lovely afternoon, opening presents and eating good food (Oh! +Could Shauna's mother cook!). Just before dinner, Shauna came over and she +whispered in my ear. + "Jean and I aren't wearing any panties tonite." She laughed at the shocked +look on my face. In fact, both Shauna and Jean were wearing only garter belts +and stockings under their almost ankle-length dresses. I found out later that +they'd changed while I was on my errand. All through dinner I found myself +fighting a building hard-on, especially as Jean kept looking at me with one +of her seductive looks. The presents went quickly, and Shauna's younger +brother suprised us all by buying Shauna an emerald green teddy that tied on +the sides. It was silky, satiny, sexy, LOW cut and very risque. Even, to my +suprise, eliciting a "Ummm-Hmmmm!" from Shauna's dad. All in all a nice way +to have fun. + We left and hit the party, now in full swing. Jean was welcomed and found +several friends that she hadn't seen in a while, talking excitedly with them. +We enjoyed the party, but everytime she could Shauna whispered one word in +my ear, just to remind me..."panties". Shameful wench! I fought the hard-on +again, and tried to enjoy the party (wondering which of the other women were +dressed the same way). Jean introduced me to one of her girlfriends, a very +attractive brunette with sparkling blue eyes, and the three of us talked for +a bit. While the brunette was talking about something Jean excused herself +and whispered into my ear. + "Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. I want to suck you off." + She simply walked away towards the bathroom. I must have looked very em- +barrassed, as the brunette looked at Jean too. She said something about Jean +not handling the spiked egg-nog too well (she hadn't had any). We talked and +Shauna came over and guided the brunette away, giving me a wink. I walked to +the bathroom and lightly knocked on the door. Jean opened the door slightly, +and let me in. + "Suprise!" She said, standing there in just her garter belt and stockings. + She knelt down and unzipped my pants and started sucking my cock. I was +checking the door to the bathroom every three seconds to be sure it was really +locked. Fortunately, the house had three bathrooms, so no one would pound on +the door, demanding entry. Jean sat on the floor, her fingers in her slit, +sucking me like a woman possessed. She looked up at me and cupped her tits +together, daring me to cum all over them. This was more than this old boy +could handle, what with voices right outside, people milling about, and +Shauna knowing what was going on. I unloaded my sperm into her mouth, +in body wracking gushes, hearing her swallow my come. After I came, she kept +some in her mouth, and using her fingers, spread it on her tits. I lifted +her up and kissed her, not caring about the cum in her mouth and told her +she was a shamless little slut who needed a really good fucking later tonite. + We dressed and casually rejoined the party, Jean smiling after fixing her +makeup and hair. I noticed her move over and share a whisper with Shauna, +and Shauna's impish smile to me. We stayed another hour, watching as some +guy and gal were caught in the garage, his head between her legs. We left +and drove home, about a thirty minute drive. + Shauna: "Well, did you enjoy cumming in her mouth?" + Me: "Ohh Jeeezus! You two are dangerous!" + Jean: "Hmmm, you tasted good. Did you really mean it about fucking me?" + This talk went on and I wasn't suprised to see Shauna and Jean fingering +each other in the car. + Me to Jean: "Did you tell Shauna about your tits?" + Jean: "OH! I forgot!" + She explained to Shauna about rubbing my semen on her nipples, saying that +it always made her sooo hot. Shauna of course had to taste them, in the car, +on the freeway! Somehow we managed to arrive home, fenders intact. + Halfway across the threshold, Jean started to unzip her dress. + "Un-Uh! Not yet!" I warned. + We went in and unwrapped several Christmas presents, with me handing them +one addressed to them both. The eyed the package carefully and gleefully +ripped the paper off. + "Oh my God!" Shauna cried. + "Oh boy!" Was Jean's repsonse. + Their gift was a long, 18" double-headed dildo, and electric vibrator with +several controls (more on that later), and some scented body oils. They both +kissed me several times saying that we'd have to put them to good use. We +laughed and suggested several ideas, when Shauna got up and came back with a +small package. She handed me the gift, the tag saying "From Shauna & Jean". +I opened it slowly, teasing them about it. While I opened the box, both +girls laughed, waiting to see my reaction. I looked inside and found only a +note, written carefully in Shauna's graceful script. It said: + "By the time you read this, we'll have used your present for most of the + night already. We bought them for us all, but they're yours, to make us + your hot and horny sluts any night you want." +I looked up, somewhat confused, until Jean and Shauna demonstrated. They +both lifted their skirts, showing me their sexy garter belts, and each removed +ben-wah balls from their pussies. + Jean said she'd never been so horny in her life, and that trying to stay +dignified at the party had been driving her crazy. Shauna told me that she'd +wanted to rip our clothes off and fuck us both right there in the middle of +the party. Only Jean's idea sounded more fun and exciting. + We all hurried to the bedroom, laughing excitedly. I wanted to watch both +girls "play" with their new toys, and did they ever! They both took turns +using the 18" double-dildo, then both together. They lustily talked to each +other and me, making us all very horny. Riding the double-dildo, they brought +each other off quickly. While they rested, I sparingly rubbed some of the +scented oil on Jean's nipples, finding the aroma and taste pleasant. Shauna +demanded her turn, and I switched oils, using one that got warm after you put +it on. I put this sparingly under her breasts, running a line up to her nice +little nipples. She ooo'd and ahh'd at the sensation, rubbing of the oil on +Jean's breasts too. + I let them play for a bit, and brought out the vibrator. Asking for some +"volunteers", I finally chose Shauna. The vibrator was one that had a head +that pistoned back and forth, and allowed you to bend it, making the "plunge" +off-centered. It also had a small "tounge" that moved rapidly, aimed right +for the clit of the lucky "volunteer". I turned it on, and moved it down to +Shauna's excited pussy, Jean holding her in her arms. + The little vibrator slipped into her pussy easily, and I kept my finger +in the way of the flickering "tounge". Shauna ooo'd as it pistoned in and +out of her, telling us how good it felt. I moved my finger aside, letting +the "tounge" flick on her clit. Shauna gasped, her hips moving up from the +bed. + "Ohhhhhh!" Shauna gasped. "God! That tingles!" + Jean was pulling on Shauna's nipples and rubbing her tits, and Shauna was +rocking her hips up and down against the double-teaming she was getting. I +watched as Shauna pulled Jean's head down, kissing her fiercely. Thick, +white cream came from her pussy, her hips rocking faster. I turned up the +controls of the vibrator, making her rock even faster. + "Ohh God! Ohhh yesss! Hmmmmm yesss!" + Suddenly I turned the controls down, making the change rapid and obvious. +Shauna moaned her displeasure, her hips still moving to the same fast rhythm +as before. + "Give it to me! Make me cum!" She pleaded. Her hands clutched Jean's +arms, her eyes taking on that lusty look. + I turned it up again, slowly, increasing the speed faster and faster. Her +hips rocked and shook as she moaned and cried out, deep in her estacy. Jean +was holding her, cupping her tits, smiling and watching. + I waited. When her orgasm came, Shauna raised her hips high off the bed, +moaning loudly, arching her back and closing her legs. I barely managed to +remove the vibrator from between her legs before she caught my hand. She +stayed arched for long moments, then fell onto the bed, her hips still rocking +and thrusting. As she calmed, I bent down to kiss her orange bush, intending +to say "you're welcome". I kissed her just above her clit. Her legs opened, +and hips arched, and my lips found her wet slit. I licked straight down, +just as her hands pressed my face against her pussy. I tasted her delicious +cream, and she rocked her hips against my face hard and fast. I kept licking +her and moments later she came again, covering my face with her warm sweet +juice. + "Ohhh God! Oh my God! Ummmm, yesss, Ohhhh." She purred as she started to +relax after her second orgasm. + I sat back, my face shiny and wet, smiling at her. "Now, do I know how to +pick Chirstmas presents or what?" + Shauna laughed lazily, and Jean chuckled. I crooked my finger at Jean, +calling her to me. "Your turn lucious." + Jean slipped over to me, her eyes telling me that she was ready and very +highly aroused. She kissed me hard, her tounge licking Shauna's wetness from +my chin and lips. Jean lay down next to Shauna, reaching over to caress her +orange bush. I slipped the vibrator between her legs, and switched it on. +Jean moaned right away, her hips quivering as the flickering tounge worked on +her clit. I varied the speed several times, drawing out her rising orgasm. +While I did, Shauna whispered into my ear an idea she had, and I agreed. + Shauna took the controls of the vibrator, changing the speed much more +subtley that I did. I knelt next to Jean, stroking my cock while Shauna +began her part of her idea -- talking. + "Don't you looove the way it fucks your pussy?" She started. "The little +tounge tingling your clit? Spread your legs nice and wide for me. That's it +show me your pussy." + Jean's eyes were closed, her hands cupping and kneading her tits, pulling +roughly on the nipples. + "Oooo. He's going to cum all over you while your pussy tingles!" Shauna +cooed to Jena. "I'm gonna watch him cum all over your titties while your +pussy creams. I want to see his cum all over your delicious tits." + Jean opened her glassy eyes, trying to focus on me. She licked her lips +and cupped her tits up to me, offering them. + "Cum on me..." Jean barely breathed the words out. + I was nearly there, and Jean's hips were rocking, her carnal instincts had +taken control of her body, making her wanton and lustful. I told Shauna to +move up next to me. When she did, I placed her hand around my cock, telling +her to jack me off onto her girlfriend. Her hand stroked me fast, trying to +beat Jean's onrushing orgasm. + "Ohhhh, I'm going to jack him off on your tits Jean. Make him shoot all +his creamy cum onto your nipples, your tits, your face and in your mouth. I'm +going to pump his cum all over you tonight...lick his creamy jism off your +tits...rubbing all over your pussy...making you cum too!" + I felt my cock swell up, my hips thrust forward, the rush starting. + "Ohh yes! Here he CUMS! Shoot your cum all over our sweet Jeanie!" + A tremendous rush and my sperm flew out, landing on Jean's neck, dripping +onto the valley between her breasts. Another rush, this time a thick white +stream spashing against her face and cheek, running down the side of her +face. Another gush, this time Shauna had pointed my cock at Jean's tits, +and a pearly white gob of cream formed on her right nipple, running wetly +down several sides of her breasts and her fingers. I was still coming when +Jean let out a long cry and her orgasm arrived. + "Ohhhh yesssss....uhhhhhhhh!" + My cock spent the last of it's cum onto Jean's chest, and she was rubbing +it all around her breasts and nipples, her tounge licking some from her lips. +Shauna sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, tounging the last drops off +greedily. When we finally sat back, watching Jean calm down and relax, we +all cuddled again, and drifted into a lazy sleep. + + This went on until New Year's Eve. I'd come home from the few days I had +to work between Christmas and New Years, generally finding two lovely women +waiting at home. One night, I came home and found them cuddled on the sofa, +naked, obviously having a good time in my absense. I cooked them dinner and +let them enjoy the rest of the evening together in the bedroom, while I sat +and watched a movie. They called me to bed and we made it once before we all +fell asleep together. Another night, they cooked dinner for me, having it +ready as I came in the door. Their sexy looks clued me that I was going to +be desert that night. They had used their ben-wah balls all day, going out +shopping and such, and were terribly horny. They gently tied me to the bed, +taking turns getting each other off while I watched. When I pleaded for them +to have mercy, they took turns sucking me until I came, letting me come into +both their mouths at once, watching them kiss as I creamed. It's a wonder +that I could do any work at all that week... + + Shauna was terribly excited about New Year's eve, and we'd already talked +about a nice "quiet" night in bed together, ringing in the new year. I just +figured that she was looking forward to it. Little did I know that they'd +gone out of their way to rig a very special suprise for me! + About seven p.m. several of our mutual friends came over, saying that they +were roving from party to party, inviting us to come along. We declined and +thanked them politely. After a while the gang left in someone's large van. +All but Alicia. I'd always liked Alicia, she had a friendly and pleasant +nature. To say she was pretty was an understatement. Only five foot two, +but beautiful brown hair, curled attractively around her face. Her brown +eyes were soft and gentle, her full lips invited kisses, and her tight, slim +figure enticing. She was sexy without trying to be sexy. Just so very nicely +put together that to change any part of her would have done an injustice. + Alicia stayed and we talked until about nine p.m., switching on the TV to +watch the crowds in Times Square. We made comments about crazy New Yorkers, +braving the freezing cold to stand and cheer a new year. Someone shut off +the sound as we talked. Some how the subject turned to sex outdoors, then +to sex indoors, but strange places. I found myself getting aroused by the +frank discussions the girls were having. + Jean mentioned wearing the garter belt and stockings (but nothing about +wearing or NOT wearing panties) to Alicia. Her eyes went wide, and she ooo'd +saying how sexy that was. I agreed, saying that it made it difficult for me +to keep my hands off. Laughter. Shauna said that she'd worn hers with me +when we went to a movie and that she...hadn't worn panties! (Oh shock!) +Alicia laughed, looking at me and asked Shauna if it worked. + "Worked? When I told him he got so hard in the theater I thought his +pants would rip!" Shauna laughed (I blushed). + Alicia laughed, saying that she liked to do that sort of thing too, but +didn't really like the garter belt and stockings -- to cumbersome. Alicia +had found some "panty-less" hose that did the same thing and were much more +comfortable. This time Shauna's eyes went wide and she pleaded to know where +she found them. Jean wanted to know what they looked like (so did I). It +was about ten fifteen when Alicia said she was wearing some now (with panties) +and would show them off. The girls went to the bedroom and after about five +minutes I could hear laughing and excited voices. I turned the volume up +on "The Year in Review" program running on the tube, trying not to rush back +and see what was REALLY going on. + Some ten minutes later, Shauna came out, stark naked, followed by Jean, +equally naked leading tiny Alicia by the hand. Alicia wore only her special +"panty-less" hose and I could not believe what I saw! She stood there with +the girls, laughing at my wide-eyed stare, and I drank in her lovely form. +The part that had my attention was that her bush was not dark and full, but +neatly trimmed into a heart shape, covering only about one-third of her mons, +and was very light brown, almost as blonde as Jean's! + Staring (probably open mouthed too), I watched while Jean turned and took +Alicia's face in her hands and kissed her long and deep. Shauna stood nearby +her hand rubbing between her legs. They kissed each other in turn, with +Alicia walking calmly over to me and sitting in my lap to kiss me. I could +barely keep myself from having an orgasm on the spot! I kissed her, my +hands caressed her soft lean form, cupping her small (32b) breasts into my +palm. Her tounge was making promises that she was going to have to keep. + Shauna and Jean sat next to us, and it was Jean who said softly "Shall we +invite her to our little party tonight?" + The girls let Alicia have the honor of removing my clothes and we all sat +in the living room, touching and caressing each other. I was really suprised +when Shauna told me what she and Jean had in mind. + "Lets go to the bedroom. We want to watch you make love to Alicia." Shauna +told me softly. "We want to be there watching you two while we make love +right next to you." + We went to the bedroom and began our little foursome, with Alicia and I +moving slowly, each learning what the other liked. When we back to fuck, +with Alicia on top of me, I worried that I'd hurt her because she seemed so +tiny. She lowered herself onto me, her pussy damp from the lengthy tounging +I gave her and she began to rock, leaning forward to kiss me passionately. +Much to my suprise, Shauna and Jean were very quiet, kissing and caressing +each other, watching us. After a few minutes, Alicia's hips were moving in +a wild rhythm, her head back and her hands on my shoulders, riding my cock +into estacy. I grabbed her hips and pounded my cock into her, slamming her +down onto me, giving her the hard fuck she seemed to want. + "Yesss. Fuck me hard." Alicia said softly. + "Cum for me Alicia, cum." I crooned to her. + "Fuck me. Cum inside me." She replied. + "I'll fill you with cum Alicia. Fill you full." I sensed her getting even +wilder, letting go entirely. + "Yesss, baby, fill me with your cock." She whispered. + "I want you on your back, your legs around me." I said none too softly. + Her eyes opened and stared at me, a hot, fiery, carnal look. She slowed +and stopped with me deep inside her sopping pussy, breathing hard. She fell +onto me, kissing me wildly with her tounge. We rolled over, embraced, inter- +twined. + With me on top, her legs locked around my waist, I began to move inside +her, quickly building the pace. She pulled me down, bringing my head to one +of her small breasts, the nipple covering most of its end. I sucked it into +my mouth, swirling my tounge around her areola. My hands slid under her ass, +cupping her up to my cock, slamming her against me. I WANTED her, and I was +having her. I wanted her to come, just as I did, sharing the pleasure that +she was giving me. + I barely heard Shauna tell Jean, "Eat me." I saw Alicia look over just +as my head turned. Shauna was on her back, her head towards the foot of the +bed, legs spread, left leg held back against her stomach by Jean. Shauna's +fingers were rubbing her clit, while Jean's tounge probed her slit. Jean +had her hand on her own pussy, her fingers dancing. I looked back at Alicia, +who turned her head back to me a second later. Her eyes had that half-lidded +lustful gaze, and sweet Alicia suprised me. + "Fuck my cunt! Fuck me. Cum deep inside my juicy, wet cunt!" She hissed. +"I want you to cum...cum in my pussy. Then after you get hard, I want you +to cum in my mouth...all over my tits...I want your cum all over me!" + I suddenly found myself aroused and almost ready to come from her very +unexpected lusty talk. The way her voice sounded, her eyes, her lips, all +had the effect of bringing me so very close. I could feel her pussy getting +tighter around me, milking me already. I let go and returned her words. + "I'm going to fill your tight cunt full of cum." I hissed back at her. +"Then I'm going to pull out and shoot more on your tits...your face...into +your mouth...cover you with hot, creamy cum...make you wet all over!" + Her pussy contracted around me, her orgasm starting. I could hear one of +the girls next to us starting to come too, moaning softly. + "I want Jean to eat me when you cum!" Alicia cried. + Jean was busy with Shauna, but I came anyway. I plunged into Alicia's +tight pussy with several savagely primal strokes, then erupted with like a +fire-hose deep inside her. I spurted and gushed what felt like a gallon of +cum into her, pulling her tightly too me. Her pussy spasmed and milked the +sperm from my cock. Her legs wrapped tightly around me, pulling us even +closer together. + We lay panting and sweaty, holding each other, with my cock softening in- +side her drenched pussy. I leaned back, looking into her eyes, her soft +brown eyes, shining with happiness. We watched as Shauna got off again and +Jean brought herself off while tounging Shauna. Alicia kissed me on my chest +lightly. + "Ohhhh, thank you soooo much!" She said, leaning up and kissing me. "I've +never found a guy who could talk dirty like that and have me believe it." + "You're welcome sexy." I said, feeling her pussy squeeze me tight after. + Jean moved over to us, asking Alicia if she enjoyed it. She did. Jean +reached down and rubbed Alicia's heart-shaped bush, then she slid her mouth +down and licked the bare areas of her mons. I could feel Alicia's pussy +contract slightly around me as Jean worked her way down. When she finally +found Alicia's slit, she pushed me back and out, covering Alicia's tunnel +with her mouth. + Alicia moaned softly. "Yesss. Ohhhhh, yesss." + I sat back, my cock only semi-hard, and watched. Jean was moving her head +back and forth, licking cum from the small girl's pussy. Shauna moved over +and sucked on me while we both watched Jean continue her tounging, bringing +Alicia to another climax. + Shauna brought out the toys, showing them to Alicia, who no longer seemed +sweet and innocent, just terribly enticing. Shauna used the double-dildo, +putting one end into Alicia, the other into her and leaning over, bending the +plastic cock in half to kiss and lick the small tits of Alicia. Jean and I +sat and watched as they continued to fuck each other, Shauna entranced by +the small breasts so different from hers. + Jean got me hard and sat on my cock, facing my feet and feeling up both +Shauna and Alicia's tits. For the most part, I just sat and watched, enjoy- +ing the spectacle and Jean's eager pussy. Shauna was about to come, with +Alicia not far behind. Jean urged them on. + "Yesss. Cum. Fuck her." She said to them both. "Fuck each other's cunts +while we watch. Can you see this Alicia? His cock's in my wet pussy, ready +to cum. I'll let you eat his cum from me this time. Suck my pussy and make +your face wet." + Alicia looked, her eyes glazed over with carnal lusting, her pussy filled, +her tits being sucked by a hungry mouth. She began to come with Shauna, her +hips bucking against the fake cock. Shauna's head came back, her mouth open +but silent, her eyes closed. Jean pulled off of me, and turned around, her +lusty voice asking me if I was ready to come again. She pulled me onto my +knees and started jacking me off towards Alicia's small tits. Both girls +were now lost in a carnal universe, their hips rocking wildly. Jean spoke +for the benifit of everyone's orgasm, including hers. + "Yess. Cum. I'm going to jack him off all over Alicia's tits...we can +both lick that creamy cum from her nipples...I want to see her covered in +cum...her tits shiny and wet...her mouth wrapped around your dripping cock." + Alicia suprised everyone when she let go. + "Yessss. Jack him off on my tits...suck my tits off...lick that cum from +me...rub your cock all over my face...I want Jean to rub her cunt all over +me too...Shauna's cunt juice on my tits...cover me with your cum...everyone... +cum all over me...soak me...wet me...cum everywhere...cum...cummmmmmm!" + Alicia's orgasm shook the bed, making Shauna come with her and Jean came +close behind. I took dead last. I put my hand over Jean's faltering grip, +and came all over Alicia's tits. Several long white streams ran down her +chest and stomach, some over one nipple ran down her side. Jean almost fell +onto that nipple, her tounge licking wildly. Shauna was several seconds +behind, opening her eyes later than Jean. Three hips moved lustily as they +tounged Alicia's tits, licking my sperm from her. Alicia's hand came up and +pulled my cock into her mouth, sucking the last drops from me. + We heard the fireworks then, and the horns and noisemakers. We looked at +the clock, and saw that it was just midnight. What a way to bring in the +new year! + +-- pleasant dreams -- + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmaspony.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmaspony.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e50e88d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmaspony.txt @@ -0,0 +1,283 @@ +Archive-name: Bestial/xmaspony.txt +Archive-author: Grr Raoul Leash +Archive-title: Christmas Pony, A + + + WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between a + male (icon) and a male animal. If this subject offends you, + do not read further. + + Copyright 1986,1993 Grr Raoul Leash + + Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow +that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the +Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom +Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each others arms, +anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern +farmhouse as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was +engrossed in thought. + + Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating +effects on his family's income would not spoil this Christmas for his +children. But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one +thing his children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids, +except his, had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able +to afford one. + + Tom looked over towards Laura. He then realized he was a lucky man to +have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy, +had made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His +thirteen year old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable woman. + + Without warning Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming +from the roof of the two story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to +hear the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy. + + "What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes. + + "I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a +robe. "Let's find out." + + Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe. + + As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the +hallway by Jimmy and Amy. + + "Is that Santa?" Amy asked. + + Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything." + + Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was +taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his +newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with +snickers of their own. + + "Come on Karate Kid. Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning while +ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair. + + The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters. + + "It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed. + + "It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed. + + "Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake +scowl on his face. "The fireplace is lit. Maybe it's an animal that got on +the roof from a nearby tree and wants to get close to the heat coming from +the chimney. It's cold outside you know." + + "By the sound of it, it's a pretty *BIG* animal don't you think, Dad?" +Jimmy went back to making Karate chops again. + + They huddled around the top of the staircase, crouching down to get the +full view of the roaring fire in the fireplace, wondering what the source of +the sound on the roof was going to do next. + + All of a sudden the fire in the fireplace blew out with a whooshing sound. +But just as suddenly, the fire roared back to life. The four of them +gasped. There, standing in front of the fireplace, was a very large man +with a white beard dressed in a red suit, wearing gloves and a cap and +stroking the head of a magnificent pony! + + "Ho ho ho," the jolly old man chuckled. "Wasn't that fun?" the man asked +the beast. The pony nodded his head up and down as if to say yes. + + "That *IS* Santa," Tom whispered, bewildered. + + The four bodies at the top of the stairs stole quick glances at each other +then just as quickly returned their gaze towards the scene that was taking +place in the living room. + + "I'd better get you ready for the children," the jolly man said with a +twinkle in his eye. He moved without delay towards the far side of the +handsome animal and fell to his knees with a loud plop. The pony was +parallel to the fireplace and the big man was in between them. The reddish +orange glow cast forth from the flames complimented the rosy cheeks of the +warm-hearted man. The fire being near the floor illuminated the underside +of the well muscled beast. It was a stallion! + + Santa took off his gloves, neatly folded them together, then deposited +them in one of his coat pockets. He stroked his left hand lightly along the +backside of the pony's resilient ass muscles, periodically fingering the +steed's puckering asshole. He used his right hand to massage and knead the +pony's huge balls in small circles, like a skilled juggler handling a pair +of baseballs in one hand. + + The pony responded by reeling out his monstrous cock, inch by thickening +inch. After the first four or so inches emerged from the hairless sheath, +Santa moved close to the pony's love tube. The head of the cock was still +sheathed by the cock's first fold skin. + + "Ho ho! I see you trying to poke out," Santa said with a stout laugh. He +flicked his tongue around the inside of the ring of thick skin. The pony +raised his head and shook it from side to side causing his mane to wave +majestically as if flowing in an imaginary wind. + + "You love it, don't you boy?" Santa asked the pony. The pony responded by +popping the cockhead out through the first fold ring and telescoping the +meaty shaft another four inches. + + "A sex horse!" Laura whispered in subdued excitement. + + "Yeah! Just what I really wanted for Christmas," Jimmy mused without +realizing that he was thinking out loud. + + "You too?" Amy asked surprised. + + Tom looked at Laura. Stunned, they both looked at the two children. They +had discussed the topic of sex with their children but only on a basic +level. They were very pleased to learn that Amy and Jimmy had taken a +healthy attitude towards sex in general and towards sex with animals in +particular. + + Tom and Laura confessed that they too wanted to have a sex horse. But +they were afraid of what the children might think if they'd ever found out. + + "Don't worry Mom and Dad. I've wanted one for a couple of years now. You +see this won't go away half the time," Jimmy said pointing to the big lump +in his pajamas. "And you and Mom won't allow Amy or me to have human sex +until we're eighteen. I fully understand your reasons why. So that's when +I came up with the idea of having sex with animals. I can learn about sex, +have a great time at it and won't get some girl pregnant." + + "Me too!" chimed Amy. Amy blushed realizing not all of what Jimmy said +applied to her--that girls can't get girls pregnant. The others chuckled. +"You know what I mean. One of the girls at school has a pony that she fucks +with all the time and she doesn't worry about getting knocked up by the +horse--'cause animals can't get humans pregnant." Again Tom looked stunned +at Laura. But they shrugged their shoulders in unison. After all, Amy had +become a level-headed young woman and deserved the freedom to express +herself in the way she saw appropriate for the occasion. + + "Jimmy, are you disappointed that it's a male pony?" asked Tom. + + "Heck no, Dad. Sex is sex. Just 'cause some people are narrow-minded to +think that their sexual orientation is the only way to go, doesn't mean that +they're right. I'd love to suck on a cock just as well as fuck a pussy any +day." + + Again Tom looked at Laura. This time Laura turned the corners of her +mouth down in a matter-of-fact kind of expression. "My, how our children +have grown," she said then laughed. + + "Shhhhhhhhhhh," Tom whispered with his index finger sticking straight up +in front of his puckered lips. He couldn't hold back a chuckle himself. +"Let's watch." + + At first the horsecock continued its great arc downward for an additional +four inches--a total of twelve inches so far. + + The pony's cock pulsed rhythmically up and down in unison with the +stallion's own heartbeat. The shaft grew thicker and stiffer with each +passing second. + + Santa removed his right hand from the stallion's balls. He grasped the +underside of the stallion's exceptionally thick cockshaft at the first fold +between the entrance to the sheath and the first fold ring. Santa's large +hand was unable to fully encircle the horsecock. About a third of the +circumference was still exposed. + + Santa pushed the thick wrinkly skin back towards the sheath making the +loose skin between his hand and the cock tip taut. The pony was excited by +this and flexed the thick muscles in the cockshaft making it jerk and slap +against his firm belly and chest. + + Tom was pleasantly surprised that the pony was well cared for. He knew +this by the way the sparkling glow of the fire reflected off the shaft of +the clean cock. If the cock weren't clean it wouldn't have been shiny. + + Santa relieved the tension and allowed the cock to droop again. But it +drooped only slightly this time. Santa reapplied the tension two more +times. After the last time, the cock stood extremely rigid. Even from a +distance everyone could see the muscled ridges that bulged out from beneath +the tight stretched skin encasing the pony's massive horsecock. Santa's +seductions had caused the already monstrous cock to lengthen another three +inches to a whopping total of fifteen inches! It vibrated gloriously above +the floor and mostly parallel to it but with a slight curve upward. The tip +of the horsecock lightly brushed against the pony's chest. + + Santa removed his left hand from the stallion's flanks and scooted +sideways towards the pony's front legs. He took off his cap stuffing it +into an empty pocket and then positioned himself under the pony so that his +back was supported by the pony's front legs and the pony's cock was directly +in front of his face. + + "Ho ho ho," Santa bellowed, his mouth now the right size and shape to suck +the pony's cock deep inside. Santa moved his head and torso forward an inch +or two and stuffed the fist-sized tip of horsecock into his mouth. He +slowly continued his head and torso movement forward, pivoting at the waist. +Inch after solid inch of extremely thick horsecock continued its moist +journey into Santa's well stretched mouth, the tip scraping his palate and +flattening his tongue. Four burning inches vanished before the forward +movement of Santa's head had stopped, the fist-sized tip pressing menacingly +at the back of his mouth and to the entrance of his throat. The pony's cock +bent slightly as Santa applied extra forward pressure with his head forcing +the cockhead into his stretching throat. He continued the relentless +pressure bending the steely rod even more. Santa slowly moved his torso +forward in a large arc while adjusting his head so that the pathway from +mouth to throat became a straight line. All of a sudden the pressure was +relieved and the meaty piece of horseflesh snapped straight as nine solid +inches jammed into Santa's oversized mouth and throat. The dilated tip +forced its way past the voice box and Adam's apple while pausing at the very +entrance to Santa's chest itself! The rosy cheeks of Santa appeared almost +red as his breathing was cut off. But then a startling thing happened: +Santa relaxed his throat in such a way that he was again able to breath +around the impaling slab of horsemeat. He inhaled deeply, expanded his +chest to incredible proportions, then reached out and tapped the stallion on +the balls. The pony raised his head and shook it again. His tail stood at +attention like a flag waving on a staff, his balls disappeared up into his +body, followed immediately by a downward thrust of his pelvis. A muffled +sound came from deep within Santa's chest. The family members choked as +they saw all fifteen inches of horsecock vanish into Santa's swelling mouth, +throat and stomach! Santa's nose invaded the space formed between the +pony's abdomen and the cockshaft within the sheath, the top of Santa's head +tickling the pony's belly in the process. Still breathing, Santa savored +the uniquely animalistic aroma coming from within the pony's sheath. + + The pony raised his haunches vertically. The strength of his mighty cock +was enough to lift the large man about an inch off the floor. Realizing his +mistake the pony gently lowered Santa to the floor making sure not to hurt +him. + + The pony tried again. But this time in such a way as to pull his cock out +and not lift Santa. The pony slowly exposed half of his spit-slickened love +tube then abruptly jammed it all back in again. He repeated the action six +more times then left his sex weapon buried to the hilt on the last stroke. + + The pony's flanks quivered and his tail waved to and fro as the blissful +steed came violently, planting his scalding hot seed directly into Santa's +stomach. But Santa didn't want to drink all of the pony's horsecum, for he +knew that the family was watching him. He'd staged this exhibition +especially for their benefit. After all, he is Santa and Santa knows all. + + Santa tapped the pony on the knees and the pony instantly pulled his cock +out half way, the well lubricated shaft spasming with radiant energy. Santa +sat upright dislodging the stallion's cock from his mouth with a loud squishy +sound. The fist-sized tip, now free, flared to over five inches in diameter +while horsecum hosed Santa's face and beard. + + Eagerly, Santa drank the remainder of the stallion's cum. He held the +twitching piece of horseflesh as still as possible while directing the +forceful jets of tasty horsecum into his still gaping mouth. + + When the last of the horsecum shot into Santa's mouth, Santa gulped it +down while smacking his lips several times. Santa worked the dripping +horsecum on his face into the exposed flesh. It gave his skin a healthy +glow. The pony again stood normally while the flared hood of his cock +shrank and the shaft drooped once more. + + Santa grabbed the rapidly deflating cock and licked it all over. He +turned and smiled as he looked up the stairs where the sexually electrified +Streamer family was watching. + + "Ho ho ho! Take very good care of my boy here! Merry sex-mas to you +all!" he boomed. The fire went out again for a brief moment and once more +re-ignited. + + Santa was gone but the magnificent steed remained, his head turned towards +the family. Tom, Laura, Jimmy and Amy each swore they saw a smile on that +pony's face! + + The End + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmtongue.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmtongue.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..eb336221 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xmtongue.txt @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/xmtongue.txt +Archive-title: Christmas Party Tongue Fest + + + She's looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde; + leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she's got the whole + package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn't notice my + eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn't give for an hour + alone with this one... + + Well, at least if I'm stuck at a perennially boring Christmas + party, I can scope some yummy women. On the sly, of course. The + wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I + smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I'm + paying some attention to the conversation. "Can I get you + something to drink, honey?" I inquire. "Why yes, an eggnog would + be nice." And I saunter off. Now where'd that blonde go? No + matter, I'll catch up with her again. + + At the bar, I pour an eggnog and give the bar a once over. I'm + impressed; they've got everything. I decide to make myself an iced + tea. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, some sour mix and a + dash of coke. Voilà! And a huge slice of lemon. Hoo hah! This'll + set me straight. + + "Wow, that looks like quite a drink." A sensual voice behind me + turned my knees to mush. "It's my favorite, I replied, turning. A + rather plain brunette owned that incredible voice. We chatted for + a few seconds before I returned to my wife's side with the eggnog. + "Thanks, babe. What are you drinking?" "Iced tea." She groaned + knowingly, "I should have known!" Smiles all around. I sip my + drink. Yum. It's a stiff one, alright. Tant mieux! + + I can already feel it, and I'm barely half done. Thank God our + hosts had some large glasses. There's blondie. Christ, she looks + hot. She's got me talking to myself now. I disengage from my + wife's arm and start to mingle. + + I make eye contact with Miss Luscious again, and hold it much + longer than I should have. Sparks are flying, and I'm getting high + from the drink. Empty already? C'est dommage. Thank you, sir, may + I have another? I'm back at the bar, making another drink. I see + something close out of the corner of my eye and turn my head. The + blonde has appeared at my side. "Hi," she said warmly. "I'm + Clarissa, Bob and Carol's niece." "Hi, Clarissa, I'm Mark." We + shake hands, prim and proper, but in my mind's eye I see us + together in far more intimate ways. My ears start to burn and my + face is hot and I know I'm blushing. She is so beautiful. + + "What kind of drink is that?" she asks. "It's an iced tea. + They're very powerful." "Oh really? I prefer champagne." "Can I + get you one?" "Sure, thanks." I pour some Moët into a fine crystal + champagne glass and give it to Clarissa. She touches my hand + delicately as I give her the glass. A shiver runs up my spine. She + sensuously sips at the effervescent nectar. I glance over at my + wife and see she's engaged in an animated conversation. "Come with + me," I whisper hoarsely. + + We walk into the other room, then down the hallway. A quiet, + deserted room awaits. I flick on the light, check the hallway to + make sure we haven't been seen and close the door behind us. One + look at her and I know she is completely unsurprised by all of + this. I put my drink down and put a hand on her hip, looking + deeply into her vibrant blue eyes. I move forward to kiss her and + she closes her eyes. Our embrace is instant and unrehearsed; our + kiss is incredibly hot. Firm lips give way to an eager tongue, + which darts into my mouth and dances with my own. She smells of an + obscenely priced perfume. We kiss for a solid minute, after which + she is breathless. The beast within has taken over; I am filled + with unbridled animal lust. + + "We don't have much time," I say and I kiss her again. She puts + her champagne glass down on the table. A large, comfortable + leather sofa invites. "You're incredibly beautiful," I say between + torrid kisses. In seconds we're on the couch, getting more + comfortable. I pull her strapless red satin dress down so I may + attack her breasts. Her nipples are pink and firm, perched high on + her jutting breasts. I cup them in my hands and feel their warm + fullness and firmness. Massaging them gently while I french her, I + am filled with passion. I kiss my way over to an ear and nibble + gently. I kiss her ear hotly, running my tongue about the lobe and + along the side. She shivers with delight. I nibble her neck, now, + and hear her breath begin to deepen. + + I kiss my way down to her heaving breasts, and rub my face with + them. The softness on my clean shaven face is a treat and I + luxuriate in them. Her nipples are quite swollen now, and I long + for a day when I can exploit them fully. But today is not that + day. I'm under incredible pressure because of the time factor. I + continue, undaunted. I finally take a nipple into my mouth, and + caress it gently. I hear a throaty purr from my flaxen haired + vixen. She likes. I work this nipple over pretty good, giving it a + thorough tongue lashing before moving over to the other one. Can't + have any jealousy, you know. I grasp the wet nipple between my + forefinger and thumb and gently roll its hardness as I lick and + suck the other. She is moaning now, and I swear I can smell her + juices already, even though I haven't lifted her dress yet. + + I give her throbbing nipples little bites, and the shock has her + undulating her hips. She's plenty hot now, but time is running + out. I place a hand under her dress. She's got panty hose on, not + stockings. The other hand joins the first as I pull her panty hose + down to her ankles. I continue to swirl my tongue over a nipple + as I put my hand to her pussy. She's sopping wet, hot and wide + open. I push her dress up over her hips, and bend down to kiss her + hot snatch. She is incredibly fragrant, but not the least bit + repulsive. In fact her scent really turns me on, and I dive right + in. I lick her dripping labia lovingly; first one and then the + other, running my tongue along their length. She puts her hands on + my head, guiding me to her clit, but I resist. I thrust my tongue + into her love hole and she stiffens. She's getting pretty vocal + now, and I am concerned that someone will hear her cries and + investigate. + + Her hands become more insistent, and I finally stop. I grab each + hand and place one on each tit. "Play with them," I order. She + looks at me. "Play with them or I won't let you cum." That does + it, and and starts to massage her breasts. "It feels so nasty when + I do that," she says as I resume licking her glistening slit. I + stop only long enough to utter, "I only hope I can someday SHOW + you nasty..." then slurp my way to her clit. She begins to shudder + and I know the time is now. I flutter lick her clit until she + erupts, then suck it into a frenzy. "Holy shit she's loud," I + think as I worry about the door opening. + + Finally, as the last spasms subside from her throbbing orgasm, I + let up. I look into her lust filled but spent eyes and see + appreciation. "Oh, God, I want more of where that came from," she + begins, leering at my crotch. "Sorry, time's up," I manage, even + though my cock is a diamond. It's sooo tough to say no to such a + beautiful creature, but I must. She whimpers in disappointment. + "Perhaps some other time." "Please," she pleads. "I can't. My wife + will already be wondering where the hell I am." "Fuck her." "I + fully intend to, when I get home," I respond, with a grin. "Merry + Christmas, you hot luscious thing." "Merry Christmas," she + answers, "but I want more presents." That pretty little pout makes + me consider staying, but only for a moment. I've already risked + my ass. + + "May I call you some time to finish this off?" "You must!" + "Fine, give me your number." She does and then touches her pussy + with a finger before wiping it off on the piece of paper. + "Something for you to remember me by," she sighs. As if I could + forget. + + I leave her to finish cleaning herself up and go to the + bathroom. My God, I'm a mess. My face is covered with pussy juice. + I quickly wash my face and dry it, careful not to drip onto my + tie. Rearrange the hair, and I return to the party. "Hey, where + have you been?" "Er, mingling in the other room." "Oh. Can you get + me another eggnog?" "Sure." + + I slug down the rest of my iced tea, and get another egg nog. + And what the hell- so I make another iced tea. Gotta love these + Christmas parties. + + I see Clarissa across the room, eating it up as another guy drools + over her. She turns to me and winks. I'll see her again. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7110f970 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Archive-name: Changes/xprmt1.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Experiment 1 + + +Michael had been working hard at school that evening. He had obtained +permission from the teacher to work late to complete his Physics experiment +for the Science Fair to be held the next day (also the last day of school). + +At one point in the night, he noticed a red glow from one of the exhibits in +the fair, and he went to investigate. As he got closer, the glow became +softer, and as he reached the exhibit, it dissappeared. When he bent for a +closer inspection, there was a bright flash of light which left Mike stunned +for a few moments. + +When he gathered his senses, he decided to go back to his own experiment and +finish it. His mind kept wandering to tomorrow, the Science Fair, and then +a full three months of freedom and relaxation. His mother and sister worked +during the days, so he would have the house all to himself and he could think +of nothing but lying in the sun next to the pool with Cindy. + +That night Michael woke up with a cramp in his belly. He went to the +bathroom, and when that produced no relief, he went downstairs and took a +Pepto Bismol, and went back to bed to wait for relief. + +He drifted off to sleep, but the sleep was not restful, he kept getting +cramps and a funny bloated feeling, which were reflected in his weird dreams. + +In the morning, Mike felt better. He awoke as always with a raging hard-on. +He went to the bathroom took his shower and took care of the situation. + +He still did not feel all too well. His belly felt distended and his skin +felt very strange all over. "It must be some kind of flu", he thought. + +At school, he kept feeling strange all day. He kept going to the bathroom, +without success. Good thing he thought of bringing the Pepto with him, +although it hardly felt like it was getting better. + +The morning went on, and by early afternoon when the Science Fair was +supposed to begin, he felt a little better. + +When the Fair had been going on for some time, he approached the experiment +that had given off the strange red glow the night before and found out it was +presented by Cindy. Cindy told him that it was some kind of Electrical +Transducer Re- formulator. + +That afternoon as the fair ended, he gave Cindy a hug and invited her to the +pool the next morning. He felt the familiar stirrings as Cindy's breasts +brushed his. And he thought, WOW, tomorrow, we will have all the time in the +world. + +That evening, he wasn't too hungry and told his mom that he hadn't been +feeling too well. His mom told him to take some warm milk and to go to bed. +She even brought in the electric heating pad, which his sister Susan used +during her periods, and placed it on his lower abdomen. + +His mom commented that it looked a little distended, but, she gave him a kiss +and a pill together with the warm milk. All this seemed to help as Mike +drifted off to sleep. + +It was about 2:00 AM when the cramps came back. He thought his insides were +being torn out. He was also covered with a cold sweat. When he went to the +bathroom, he noticed that his whole skin felt very strange, and that there +was a very strange irritation on his chest. + +He went back to bed, and as he placed the electric heating pad again on his +belly, he felt a strange electrical sensation. The cramps died down and he +was able to drift back to a fitful sleep. Again with strange dreams and +sensations. + +The next morning, the strange feeling on his skin was still there and the +irritation on his chest was worse. He looked in the mirror and noticed a +little swelling, but nothing out of the ordinary. When he went to take care +of his morning hard-on, he noticed that even though his penis was very hard +and stiff, it seemed a little shorter and thinner than usual. No! it must +be his imagination. + +After a little breakfast, (food didn't seem that important at this time), mom +gave him another pill and told him to take one before he had lunch and +another one in the middle of the afternoon. + +Mom and Sue went to work asking him to straighten out the house a bit and to +start the laundry. Mike was happy to obligue, he was always helping out the +family with the house chores ever since his father had died when he was 10 +(5 years ago). + +Cindy dropped in about 11:00AM and they went to the back yard and got into +the pool. In the water, they fooled around a little (although they had not +gone beyond the petting stage). Mike took Cindy's top off and admired the +beautiful cone shaped, pink tipped breasts. As he reached and cupped one on +his hand, he noticed that Cindy did the same with him with a strange smile +on her mouth. Of course, he did not have any breasts, but it still felt very +strange and nice to have Cindy's hand cupping the same area in him as he was +doing with her. + +His hard on was there, but it was definitely a litle strange in how it felt. +His swimming trunks were able to hide the evidence very well. + +At lunch, she reminded him of the pill his mother had told him to take (how +did she know about that pill?, he thought). + +When she left around 2:00PM they made a date for the following week for her +to come again. She had told him she was going away for one week with her +family. + +He dutifuly did the housework assigned and even did the laundry for the rest +of the family. And vacuumed the downstairs and dusted the furniture. When +his mother came home, she complimented Mike on his work. Cindy, however did +not appreciate his doing her laundry and told him so, but his mother +reminded her that Mike had just done her a very big favor and that she should +be grateful. + +That evening, at dinner time, he took his pill as his mother offered it and +ate very sparingly. After dinner, he helped the rest of the family putting +things away, and then sat with them to watch TV for a little while, but soon +lost interest and felt sleepy, so he said Good Night and went to bed. + +His mother asked him how the stomach cramps were going, and he told her that +they were a little better, but still there. His chest, however felt like it +was on fire and the irritation seemed to concentrate on his male nipples, +which now seemed quite swolen and red. However, he did not confide this last +fact to his mom. + +That night, he slept a little better, especially since his mom had brought +him some warm milk and the pill to which he was getting used. + +In the morning, when he went to the bathroom, he almost cried out. His +hard-on was still there, fully raging, but it now was the size of a stubby +pencil and about one and a half inches long. Now, he was not overly hung, +but this was ridiculous. "What is happening to me?" he thought. + +As he took off his pajama top to get into the shower, he got his second +shock. He looked down, then he looked in the mirror. Yes, no doubt about +it, there was definitely a swelling, and not only in his nipples, but the +whole area looked bigger, and somehow softer. + +He ran downstairs to find that his mom and sister had already left for work. +He had no one to talk to. He was beginning to panic, when the phone rang. +It was Cindy, could he tell her? He finally decided to leak out some +information. "Cindy, there is something wrong with me. I feel very strange +and very strange things are happening." + +Cindy said something that kind of disconcerted him. "Don't worry about +anything that might be happening. I will be home a little earlier than +expected and we can talk then, in the meantime, keep taking the pills and if +you need to talk, talk to your mom and sister, or you can call me at this +number" and she gave him a phone number. + +After the conversation, he felt a little better, but somehow, very tired. +So, he took the pill he had forgotten to take in his excitement, and went to +the back yard in his shorts and fell on a lounge chair and fell asleep. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..46b74d11 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +Archive-name: Changes/xprmt2.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Experiment 2 + + +When he awoke, he noticed that it was the middle of the afternoon, and mom +and sis were due at home any time. + +He ran upstairs and put on a shirt and went down to set the table, as mom had +said she was going to bring some chinese food today and there would be no +cooking. + +When mom and sis arrived from the boutique they owned, Mike said "Hi guys", +but his voice broke in mid word, just like it used to break last year when +he was going through his voice change. He thought to himself "Oh no, here +we go again, I thought that voice change was over". He did not notice his +mom and his sister looking at each other and smiling smuggly. + +Dinner went very well, but Mike had decided not to talk too much to avoid the +embarrassment of the squeaking. But he finally told his mom that he was just +not feeling well lately. His mom just smiled, gave him his pill and took him +to bed and placed the electric pad on his belly. + +Again, he felt a very strange sensation of electricity in his belly, but +thought nothing of it. One more time, he fell asleep. This time, however +the dreams were very pretty, but disconcerting. He dreamed he was on a +flower patch, a beautiful aroma arose from the blooms, the colors were +incredibly bright and beautiful. Even the sounds were more muted, more soft. + +In the morning, when he went to pee, he could hardly hold his little stub (no +bigger than a pencil eraser now). As he started the stream, he felt it +running down his legs, so he decided to sit in the toilet like his sister had +to do. + +In the shower, the stream of water felt very pleasant on his skin, but when +it hit his chest area, it was uncomfortable, so he had to cover his breasts +(His breasts?) with his hands to avoid the water hitting them. + +After he dried himself, he went to the mirror to shave. He really did not +have to shave every day, but this was one thing he was bound to do to +reassert his manhood. Only, there was no hair on his face. Not one hair, +not even the peach fuzz with which he had started about a year ago. He +touched his face and it felt much softer and smoother than ever. + +What is happening to me? he thought. When he got downstairs, and said good +morning to his mom and sister, his voice did not break, it just stayed up. +His sister said, "look Mom, he talks just like a girl!" to which mom just +replied "Don't be so cruel, just let Mike be". + +This was saturday and they were all given their tasks so that the complete +house would be cleaned, top to bottom. + +Mike was assigned the laundry, including stripping the beds. When he went +to strip his bed, he noticed that there was a little blood on the sheet in +the area where his bottom fit. Now he began to panic. He ran downstairs to +talk to his mom, when he found that Cindy had just come in and the three +women were talking by the pool. + +They told him to bring a chair and to sit down, that they had something to +tell him. + +"Mike" mom said, "since your Dad died five years ago, I have been looking at +you and considering if you suffered the same condition as he did". "Your dad +was afflicted with some strange condition which caused electricity to affect +him in very strange ways" + +"One day, he got a shock while replacing a fuse. A few days later, his body +started changing, getting softer. We thought nothing of this until some time +later, he was fixing a light switch and got another shock. The next day he +had changed considerably. By the end of four days, he had turned into a +female almost completely." + +"Five years ago, he got another electric shock and the change in him was +completed. There was no difference between him and me." "We decided that he +should change his life completely, we told everyone that he had died of a +very strange disease, and he went to the East Coast to live full time as the +woman he had become." + +"Of course, we keep in touch, we talk quite often and he (should I say she) +visits us at the boutique. You see, she has been running our branch shop +there, and comes in once in a while to discuss the business situation. She +is our co-owner" + +"We have discussed you at great length. Cindy as you know has been working +part time for us, and she overheard us the other day, and approached us with +a plan. Cindy is a Physics whiz, and she had been doing some work with +electrical stimulation. She had been successful in changing her cat's sex +from male to female, and she thought that she would be able to work the same +effect in humans." + +"One of the thoughts that we had been having was that of bringing you into +the business, but a male running a clothes boutique was just not appropriate. +Cindy confessed that she was really in love with you, but not in a +male-female kind of way, you see, Cindy simply does not appreciate the male +gender." + +It seemed like the situation was too far fetched for me to appreciate. Cindy +then took the floor and continued. + +"My experiment was specifically designed to first attract you to it and then +to send a very powerful, but harmless bolt of electricity through your body. +Since you had the propensity, which you had inherited from your father, the +rest was simple. The pills you have been taking are a very powerful female +hormone, and with the help of a miniaturized version of my experiment +carefully placed in the heating pad, the rest was easy." + +"By now, your body has probably taken the contours and characteristics of a +girl of about 12 years. However, there are still some more changes coming +which we felt you should hear before they take place." + +"Of course, your voice is now totally female, you should not have to go +through the changes in pitch any longer. Your skin is totally female, you +may have notice that you haven't the slightest hair on your face. Your +breasts are growing at the right pace, as I said, your body looks like a 12 +year old girl." + +"Your penis should by now have almost disappeared, and you should have a +little nub left, which corresponds to a clitoris. As a matter of fact, why +don't we go inside and make an inspection of your new characteristics. Then +we will explain about the other changes occuring or about to occur." + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5eedfc89 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xprmt3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +Archive-name: Changes/xprmt3.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Experiment 3 + + +They took Mike inside the house and made him take off his shorts and shirt. +He just stood there, dumbfounded, he could't think of anything to say. + +All three women just walked around him and looked and prodded in all the +places where he had just been experiences the changes. Cindy told him to +spread his legs and reaching between them, she grabbed the sac containing the +only vestige of his male gender left. She kind of squeezed softly and said, +"The testicles don't seem to be responding at the same rate as the rest of +the body. They are quite small, but are definitely still there." + +Mom and sis came over and started probing in the same way, then they talked +among themselves as though he wasn't present. Mom said: "Cindy, maybe a +little direct stimulation might be what is needed, we can't increase the +hormone intake level, and I know that as soon as these are gone, the rest +will follow very quickly, and I hate to have to resort to surgery". Cindy +then said: "Let's try the electrical stimulation this afternoon, we can first +give him a relaxant so that he can sleep soundly and then he can't feel the +electricity going through such a sensitive area" + +Then they came to Mike and continued the explanation. "We feel it is much +better if this change happens in you in controlled conditions, and with +friendly people around you who will support you through the stages. We +thought you would be coming to us earlier to tell us about what was going +on." + +Mike now said in his very feminine voice: "I have been just too afraid to +speak up. Even this morning, I found a small spot of blood on my bed, I don't +know where this came from, but I am scared at what is happening to me. Are +you guys seriously turning me into a girl?" + +Mom answered: "No, the changes would have happened whether we had intervened +or not, just like what happened to your father, only like this, you will have +the support of the whole family. As a matter of fact, your father will be +coming this evening and she will be here with you for a while to help you +with your changes, since she went through the same changes five years ago." + +Then they moved closer and inspected the area again, and Cindy said that she +had found a small opening behind the scrotal sac, which was probably the +beginning formation of the vaginal canal, and that that was probably where +the little blood had come from. + +After they talked, they ate a lunch, and of course gave Mike his pill and +then went to his bedroom to set him up for a nap with the machine. Cindy +explained that the machine would sense when he had gone to sleep and then +present the shock while he was asleep, however he felt very vulnerable with +the electrodes being placed as they were on either side of the scrotum. Soon, +however he was off to dreamland helped by the medication that was given by +the mother. + +Unbeknownst to him, as he slept, the little amount of current passed through +what was left of his manhood and helped in the process of the total +elimination of any male characteristics in Mike. + +As Mike awakened in mid afternoon, the three girls were all in the room and +all had a very strange smile on their faces. Finally, mother spoke up: +"Welcome, Michelle, I have always wanted to have two daughters and now I do." + +Mike immediately reached down and noticed that the electrodes had been taken +away. There was no more scrotal sac, and of course the penis had been totally +reduced to the size of a little nub. But what he/she felt was a moist slit +which opened invitingly to his touch and felt very nice. + +"Michelle" Cindy said "You know that I love you, but at this moment I love +you more than ever. You are what I have dreamed all my life. We will be the +closest of couples, and I will help you to enjoy your new femininity. From +now on, you will no longer need any of Mike's old clothes, so your Mom has +given them all away to the Salvation Army. We have bought you some of the +basics, but we felt that you would enjoy in a couple of days going shopping +for the rest of your new wardrobe." + +Sue then said that since she had an ear piercer from the store, she would do +Michelle's ears right away so that they would heal by the time they wend +shopping and she could wear some really nice earrings. With that, she +proceeded to double pierce each of Michelle's ears and insert in the holes +little gold studs. + +Michelle didn't know how to act or what to say. As she was getting out of +bed, she noticed that she wasn't wearing anything at all, but Cindy told her +to go to the bathroom and take a bath that when she came out, they would all +help her to dress and would start teaching her the art of femininity. + +As Michelle got into the already prepared tub, she noticed that the water +felt very satiny against her new soft skin. She couldn't help touching +herself in her new pussy, and enjoying the effect in the rest of the body. +She still felt like her penis was there and with a raging hard-on, but when +she went to touch it, all that was there was a little nub, but this nub was +hard and sent shivers up and down her back. + +She also noticed that her breasts were now almost the same size as Cindy's, +and every bit as pretty and responsive. Her nipples began to harden and to +send nice signals throughout her body. + +Then Cindy walked in and began soaping her back then slowly, she moved to the +front and spent quite some time soaping Michelle's new boobs before moving +on to the lower regions. When she reached the vagina, she taught Michelle +how to properly wash it and take care of it, so that there would be no +infection or even unpleasant odors. + +After a while, she asked Michelle to stand up and rinse then she produced a +towel that was very thick and soft, and helped her to dry herself, and put +some powder. + +When they went into the bedroom, there were some clothes on Michelle's bed, +but these were clothes which Michelle had never seen before. Cindy just +helped Michelle in putting her new panties, which Michelle noticed fit like +a glove and which were very comfortable. After the panties came a bra. Now, +Michelle was totally unprepared to help, but when Cindy told her that she had +to snap in front, and then turn it around and then fit her breasts in the +cup, Michelle responded like a pro. + +Then came the Panty Hose, a slip and a very pretty dress completed the +outfit. + +When they moved to the mirror, Michelle noticed that her hair which had been +long to begin with had grown a bit. Cindy proceeded to fix it up and Mom +mentioned that tomorrow they would go to the beauty shop for a makeover. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xtasy.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xtasy.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f3515ddd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xtasy.txt @@ -0,0 +1,282 @@ +Archive-name: Casual/xtasy.txt +Archive-author: Anonymous +Archive-title: Xtasy + + + He settled himself back onto both elbows and loosened his +belt. I got up onto my knees, hands resting on my thighs, licking +my lips nervously, though I'm sure that the moonlight made me seem +a cat, licking my lips with great relish at the thought of the +feast of cream to come. + + With a wolfish grin, he unbuttoned his fly and raised his +hips into the air to ease his jeans down to his knees. I moved to +help him free his legs, taking care not to spill the contents of +his pockets into the grass. I bundled his jeans to one side, and +moved between his legs. + Taking care to warm my hand, I brushed my fingertips over his +belly hair, down onto his thigh and up onto his cock. With the +other hand, I stroked the hair of his scrotum, and then cupped his +balls gently, enjoying the play of them within their meaty sack. +His cock thickened, appreciative of my attentions to its lower +companions. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the thick root at +its base and then licked upward, from my thumb to the head of his +cock. + + I looked up at his face, took the end into my mouth and +smiled. Then I closed my eyes and worked him into my mouth, back +against my tonsils until my lips touched my thumb. I paused to let +my throat relax, not wanting to choke, though I have found that +some men entertain the notion that it is an accomplishment to have +one's meat so far into a woman's mouth as to choke her. I drew a +deep breath through my nose, and then pulled my mouth back, running +my tongue along the large vein on the bottom side of his cock as I +withdrew, manipulating his balls with my hand. When I reached the +top, I stopped to lick at the slit in the head, watching his eyes +open to watch me at play. + + I wet the fingers of my off hand and gently rolled the loose +skin where the scrotum attaches to the body between my thumb and +forefinger, and began to pump my mouth onto his cock. I found a +comfortable rhythm, and met his upward thrusts when I could. + + Tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, shining +in the moonlight. I wiped them away and stopped to smile to let +him know that all was well. No tears of joy, these - just a +response to the gag reflex I was fighting down. Soon enough, I +knew, the sniffles would start, making it so difficult to breath. + + He took advantage of the lull to get up onto his knees. He +raised me and took me into his arms, his erection slapping against +my belly. He hugged me fiercely to him, and then took my face in +his hands and kissed me hard upon the mouth. Then he pressed +downward on my shoulders in an unspoken request for more of the +same, a man of few words, promising much action. + + I dropped down onto my belly, propped up by my elbows, +nestled between his spread thighs. He pulled my head forward until +my mouth was around his cock and held it there, rocking forward to +fuck my face in a steady rhythm, sometimes pulling back to press +through my lips before resuming his thrusts. + + I caught what air I could, inhaling his meaty cock along with +it. I savored the low moans he made, the hiss of his breath as he +probed my tonsils. I kept my hand on his balls - I wanted to feel +them tighten as he came. With the other hand I teased my nipple +through my blouse. + + The speed of his meaty insertions increased, and his breath +came short, his balls pulsed and he buried his cock in my throat, +holding my head against him. I let go of his balls and grabbed his +ass with both hands, kneading the flesh and pulling him against me, +as he emptied himself into my throat... + + While he was still shuddering with the intensity of his +release, I pumped the last drops of cum from within his softening +shaft, licking each bead away as it appeared. When he complained +that it tickled, I stopped and we lay down, side by side. + + I spread my hand and moved it lightly over his chest, wanting +to hug him against me, but fighting it down. There was time, oh, +so much time... + + I rolled onto my back and admired the moon, the water, the +brush of the breeze upon my face, still damp with the effort of +bringing him off with my mouth. I sat up and peeled my blouse off, +loosened my bra and lay back down on the blanket. + + He threw one arm behind his neck to pillow his head, easing +my bra off the nearest shoulder with his right hand, flinging the +rest over me. The coolness of the evening brought my nipples out +and up, the contrast of their darker color against the whiteness of +my breasts silhouetting them in the moon's pale light. + + He thumbed my left nipple, smiling as it sprang back into +place. I watched his face, absorbed in his play, and asked him to +pinch it. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, then clamped +down. My cunt ran wet with juice as I arched my back and moaned, +feeling the lust in my belly... + + He rolled onto his side, and slipped his hand under the +elastic band of my pants, over my navel, into my underwear and +across my pubic hair. His middle finger slipped between my lower +lips and pressed firmly against my clitoris. Within a couple of +circular strokes, I was breathing hard, moving against his hand, +his right hand still pinching my nipple, tightly. + + "Tell me what you'd like me to do," he said, with a trace of +playfulness in his voice. + + "I'd like you to pull my pants down to my ankles and push my +legs forward and fuck me good and hard." + + "Not so fast, not so fast... we've got plenty of time, and I +want this to last! Let's see how you like my fingers..." + + He got up onto his knees and pulled my pants down, exposing +my furred furrow to the night air. I could smell my juices, +vaguely buttery, as he spread my lips wider and slipped two fingers +into my wet middle hole. I clenched against his hand and felt +warmth spreading outward to my ass and belly and thighs as my body +began to respond to his touch. He planted his thumb on my clit, +rotoring it about, and began pumping his fingers into me. + + I threw my head from side to side as he began alternately +pinching one nipple and the other, as he continued his fingerplay +between my thighs. I clenched my fists and forearms, I thrust my +tits toward the night sky, I held my breath, and came and came. His +fingers never let up... he inserted a third, as I gasped and moaned +and came. He sucked my left nipple and I sobbed with joy. My +belly drew in and out like a trampoline, and I raked my fingers +through my loose hair, clasping my hands to my head to keep it from +flying off... it felt SO good. The only thing, the only thing +that could be better, I thought... + + I groped about with my left hand, trying to find his cock +and encountered a rapidly recovering erection. I stroked his balls +as best I could and put a gentle grip onto his handle, and milked +it with my fingers. It stiffened appreciably as I tugged lightly +on the center portion of his shaft, and went rock hard when I +begged him to fuck me. + He broke off his dextrous assault on my delicates and cast +about for his shirt... + + I heard the crinkling sound of plastic and saw him remove an +accordion-pleated assortment of condoms. + + "My!" I giggled, "I didn't know you were such an optimistic +boy scout!" + + "I'm an explorer scout," he replied drolly. "I'll just slip +one of these on and send in a probe..." + + "Allow me," I said, in a low and insistent tone of voice. + + "Fair wench, I am ever at thy service. Do with me as thou +wilt..." he sighed, clasping his hands together, letting the +wrapped condoms fall to the blanket. + + I tore the endmost package from the chain, ripped it open, +then bent to attend to his cock, making sure it was nice and stiff. +I fondled his balls, pumped his prick one last time, and then +plucked the condom from the wrapper. Looking at it as best I could +in the moonlight, I worked out which side up, and slipped it down +over the head of his eager meat. Then I unrolled it down his +length, not stopping until my hand was almost flush with his belly, +his pubic hair tickling my fingers. + + "Can you see the flag?" he chuckled, and I could see his +belly tensed with excitement, making laughter hard. + + + "Yes, and it's not at half staff," I retorted, turning away, +showing him my backside in mock indignance. + + "Ah, so it's to be like this, is it," he mused. "Well! I'll +just get to work, then..." + + + He slipped his hand between my legs to feel my moist cunt, +moved forward to rub my button for a moment, and then rubbed the +head of his sheathed cock against my clit. I nearly jumped out of +my skin for the cold of the lubricant, but the pressure was +pleasant, making me want him inside me all the more. + + Impatient, I said, "enough, enough - I want you IN me!" + + "'As you wish,'" he chided, and ran his cock in circles +around my labia, zeroing in on my pussy. + + With an inaudible pop! and the lovely squeaking feeling of +latex on skin, he pressed into me, jogging a bit, and then pressing +again, until he filled me. I held very still, loving that +sensation as I do, already on the verge of orgasm, as he withdrew, +to begin his rhythmic thrusts. + + + I groaned quietly each time his belly came up against my ass, +feeling my belly tighten, the goosebumps on my arms and legs, my +breasts shuddering with each thrust, swinging freely. + + + After a few minutes of this divine movement, he leaned +forward to let me feel his weight on my back, his cock still +planted deep within me, reaching around to squeeze my nipples, +kissing between my shoulder blades. He breathed on the nape of my +neck and I arched my back in delight. He put his hand on my chin +and slipped a finger into my mouth - I sucked on it, I kissed his +palm, I let him feel the smile he had brought me by giving me these +happy moments. + + Then he slipped both hands beneath my shoulders and pulled me +back onto him, so that I was kneeling between his legs, my ass +resting on his lap, my weight impaling me on his cock. He rocked +me gently, and then began pinching my nipples and gently biting my +shoulders. + + "I want you to fuck yourself with my cock," he whispered in +my ear... toes, my feet cradling his hips. + + I raised myself off of him, skewered as I had been, until the +crown of his cock was just barely inside me, his wonderful +man-meant cooling a little in the evening air. I ground my hips in +a circular motion, clenching the mouth of my cunt, then relaxing, +letting my juices flow down to better lubricate the condom. His +crude speech had made me wet, and I made the best use I knew of +that wetness. + + I began a steady rhythm of grinding, clenching and then +plunging his cock inside me, but that didn't last long. It felt too +good to go on teasing us both. Soon, I was humping away, my lower +lips wetly smacking as they met his hairy thighs with each +shuddering collision. I clenched, when I could remember to, and +tightened my cunt around the stiffness of him, until he grasped my +waist and pulled me ack against him, my head on his shoulder. + + He kissed me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I moaned +with the pleasure of fullness and being held so firmly about my +waist. The damp grass was soaking up into the blanket where my +knees pressed it to the ground. A light breeze brought my nipples +rigidly to attention again. I pinched, pulled and twisted them, +knowing he could see me playing with my tits so cruelly... + + "Gawd, I want to fuck your tits! They sure look like they're +big enough..." he observed, breathing warmly on my neck. + + "Maybe if we go to the showers...? We could use some shampoo +or some lotion. Lotion would be better, so I could suck and lick +your cock while you fuck my tits, and catch your cum in my mouth +when you shoot your load towards my chin," I told him. + + "I'd like that, I'd like that a lot," he replied. "Now get on +your back - I want you to cum with your legs in the air, like the +song says... 'Never a care, with your legs in the air!'" + + "Oooooh - you KNOW what I like!" I whispered back, and +eagerly complied by rolling onto the blanket onto my back. + + I offered a leg to help him steady himself as he rose from +his sitting position. He moved between my legs and, holding onto +one leg for balance, he circled my clit with his wet, +condom-covered cock. + + I arched my back in response, offering my wet and open cunt +to him, silently begging him to fill me. + + He set the end of his prick just within my lips, and then +grabbed my other leg at the ankle. He rocked my legs forward, +exposing my ass and part of my back to the night air, putting my +ankles onto his shoulders. He reached forward and pulled hard on my +nipples once, and then drove his cock down into me from above. + + He ramrodded my pussy several times in this way, leaving me +stunned and breathless and starting to cum, again. He bent my legs +and put my ankles against his hips, my knees thrust forward. He +used my knees as chair arms, and I reached up to lace my fingers +with his as he pumped into me. Our fingers were still laced, his +whole body shuddering, as his cum filled the condom, deep within +me... + I lay back and smiled into the night sky. Life, I said to +myself, is so damned good. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxx_adv2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxx_adv2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..637e49f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxx_adv2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,402 @@ + The Business Trip + + Men who travel on business regularly have a unique opportunity to get in + a little fun that for the most part goes to waste. I was luckier than + most on my last trip and spent all my nights with three of the most + sexually active ladies I have ever met. I had initially thought that + this trip could be better than most as I and my traveling companions + Sue, Donna and Eileen headed for the airport but dismissed my thoughts a + fantasy. Little did I know that my fantasies would not hold a candle to + the realities of this trip + + After a rather uneventful trip filled with boring conversation we + arrived at the hotel where we were to give a two day training seminar to + a number of company employees. After completing the preliminary setting + up for the next day I suggested we all go out to dinner together. My + suggestion was taken and we arranged to meet in the lobby at 6:30. + Retiring to my room I again began to fantasize about the possibilities + of engaging in a little fun with my traveling companions. To say the + least they were all quite attractive and young. Sue is a 5' 7" brunette + with a pretty face and a figure that runs 35-23-36 her tits are nice and + firm and when she's bra-less which is often she shows nice hard nipples. + Donna is tall attractive blond with nice soft tits and long slender legs + and a fantastic ass. Eileen who is a bit heavier than the other ladies + has a set of knockers which easily measure in at 39+ and a nice full + ass. Just thinking about spending an evening of fucking and sucking any + of them got me hard while I was showering. Just as I was finishing my + shower a knock at the door interrupted my fantasy leaving me with a + raging hard-on. Trying to cover myself and my still hard 10" cock with + a towel I went to the door to see who had disturbed me. To my delight + it was Donna, opening the door I tried to maintain my composure and + asked her to come in. Donna was just out of the shower herself and + needed to borrow my blow dryer. I asked her to wait a minute as I + ducked back into the bathroom to get the dryer as I retrieved the dryer + I noticed Donna staring openly at my still erect cock as it bulged out + the front of the towel I had thrown on. I made sure I took my time + getting the dryer allowing Donna to get a good look. When I returned + Donna asked me if she could dry her hair in my room rather than going + back to her room and needing to return the dryer. Needless to say I + agreed. Donna move into the bathroom to dry her hair and I started to + dress for dinner. + + Just as I was about to put on my pants Donna came out the bathroom door + and caught me trying to stuff my still erect cock into my pants. Donna + gazed fondly at my still stiff prick and remarked that it was bigger + than she had thought. I said it always seemed to satisfy and continued + dressing not being prepared for this turn of events I silently cursed + myself for not being quick enough to capitalize on this opportunity. + Donna returned to drying her hair and then called out that she would go + and make sure the other ladies were ready. I heard the door closed and + figured with that my chances for some quick fun were finished. + + I went down to the lobby and still had to wait another half hour for my + dinner companions to join me. After a delicious dinner at one of the + local restaurants I suggested we go back to the hotel for drinks and see + what type of entertainment they had in the lounge the ladies all agreed + and Donna said she would like it if they had dancing. We went straight + to the lounge and found that indeed there was dancing in fact they had a + live band and quite a crowd had gathered. We managed to get a table and + drinks in short order and settled in to small talk about our training + session the next day. As soon as the band started playing a slow number + Donna asked me to dance, as we danced Donna moved in tighter and tighter + pressing her hips into mine and causing my cock to stiffen against her. + Just as the music stopped Donna asked me if I would like to get together + with her and the other ladies and put my stiff cock to good use. I was + taken back a little by her offer but managed to tell her I was ready for + anything. As Donna and I walked back to the table I could tell that Sue + and Eileen were looking at my cock which was bulging out the front of my + pants. Donna told the other girls we were moving the party to her room + where we would have more privacy and both Sue and Eileen nodded their + assent. Once we were in the elevator and the doors had closed Sue move + to me placing her hand on my cock and rubbing my stiff prick and balls. + I reached out and pulled Donna and Eileen to me squeezing Donna's firm + ass while fondling Eileen's big tits. Sue reached out and began to rub + Donna's tits as Donna's hand joined Sue's attacking my cock. + + By the time we had reached Donna's room I was clear on the ladies + intentions and ready to fuck them all. We entered Donna's room and + quickly moved to the king-size bed and proceeded to fondle and rub each + other. I wanted the privilege of stripping the ladies and suggested + that I strip each one in turn as the others watched. They all agreed + and Donna was chosen to go first. Donna and I moved to the foot of the + bed as Eileen and Sue relaxed and fondled each others tits and cunts + watching me strip Donna. I first removed Donna's sweater exposing her + tits which were bra-less and firm with erect pink nipples. Moving my + right hand up between her legs I found she also had no panties on and + proceeded to force two fingers up her already sopping slit and rub her + clit while sucking on her firm tits and nibbling on those erect pink + nipples. Moving down I next removed her skirt exposing her full blond + bush spreading her legs so Sue and Eileen could see her pussy filled + with my fingers. Bending down I ate her pussy licking her now erect + clit until Donna came. Removing the garter belt and nylons she wore I + moved her to her side and rubbed her tight anus and ate her pussy until + she came again. + + A gentle tapping on my shoulder told me it was time to move to the next + girl and I looked up to see Eileen looking into my eyes. Donna moved + back towards the head of the bed as I drew Eileen to me and began to + fondle her big tits. I could see we were all going to get into the act + as I looked back toward Donna and Sue I watched as Sue reached down + between Donna's legs and inserted three of her slim fingers into Donna's + sopping cunt. Moving quickly I removed Eileen's dress exposing her big + tits held only by her nippless bra and a black garter belt and nylons + framing her dark full bush. Moving my hand down between her legs I + forced three fingers into her sopping slit and began to massage her clit + with my thumb. I then reached back and undid her bra letting her full + tits free as I sucked and licked her nipples. I could tell Eileen was + close to cumming as her breath was coming in short gasps and decided to + make her cum with my mouth. Moving down I spread her legs further and + licked her cunt and clit removing one finger from her cunt and pushing + it up her squirming asshole. This was all Eileen could take and she + came hard pushing and grinding her sweet slit into my face. As Eileen + came down from her climax I licked her tight anus giving her a nice rim + job. stopping only when I heard Sue's voice pleading with me for her + turn. + + By now I was worked up to a frenzy and there was a large wet precum + stain on my jeans. Sue dropped down and began to rub my cock while she + licked the stain on my pants. I watched as Eileen and Donna snuggled up + in the bed with each others fingers up their cunts and each squeezing + the others tits. Pulling Sue up I lifted her sweater over her head + exposing her bra-less tits and her stiff nipples taking her right tit in + my mouth I began to suck it as I bit her nipple and pushed my hand up + under her skirt. Running my hand up between her legs I found she too + had worn no panties and had only nylons on under her skirt. Reaching + her pussy I found she was nicely shaved and her smooth hairless cunt + lips were wet with pussy juice. I slowly removed her skirt exposing her + shaved pink pussy and set to work finger fucking her slippery slit as I + ate and licked her clit and twisted her long erect nipples. This action + brought Sue to a crushing climax. As she was lying there regaining her + breath I slowly stripped off her nylons and tongued her asshole getting + her ready for the girls turn to strip me. I could see Eileen and Donna + were having a good time as they were both still probing each others + cunts and had added a finger up each others assholes while they sucked + and bit at each others tits finally bringing each other to climax at the + same time. + + Looking my way Eileen and Donna licked their lips and started to + approach me. In no time all three ladies were on me stripping off my + cloths and getting me ready for a hot time. Eileen pulled down my pants + and went right to work deep throating my cock, plunging the entire 10" + down her tight throat. Donna had move around and was ramming her + fingers up my asshole as she rubbed her hard nippled tits against my + back. Sue a little left out at first had moved under Eileen and began + licking and sucking my balls as she finger fucked Eileen's cunt. This + was too much for me to stand and I began to shoot a massive load down + Eileen's throat. After taking my first shot deep in her throat Eileen + pulled back off my cock and directed my second stream directly into + Sue's waiting mouth. Eileen then took my third spurt in her mouth and + pinched off the flow of cum until Donna's head appeared between my legs + and then stuffed my cock deep into Donna's mouth as I shot again. Donna + continued to suck my still hard cock until she had milked the rest of my + load and swallowed it all. Now that we were all naked the fun really + began and I was chosen to be the center of attraction. + + Sue and Eileen moved me spread eagle on the bed and proceeded to suck my + cock and balls as Donna position herself above them ready to sit on my + stiff cock. Sue reached up and rammed two fingers up Donna's pussy + making sure she was well lubed and drew her down on my raging prick + while Eileen held my dick in position and fingered my anus. I watched + as Donna forced the entire 10" of my swollen meat up her slick pink cunt + and felt Sue ram her fingers up Donna's asshole and rub my cock inside. + Meanwhile Eileen had removed her fingers from my asshole and had taken + up a position squatting over my face, I watched as Eileen positioned + herself ready to lower her sopping snatch onto my waiting lips and + tongue. Eileen was ramming two fingers in and out of her soddened + snatch while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Eileen slid her fingers + out and moved down placing her sweet slit directly on my waiting mouth. + I began to eat her cunt forcing my tongue deeply up her throbbing cunt + and licking her engorged clit. Meanwhile Donna had set up a steady + rhythm pounding my straining cock balls deep in her slippery slit on + each thrust. Sue stood straddling me facing Donna and had Donna licking + her erect clit and finger fucking her hot pussy. Eileen was busy + ramming a dildo up Sue's anus while giving her a fantastic rim job with + her tongue. A few minutes of this action had all of us cumming hard. + Eileen was first and flooded my face with her sticky juices as she + convulsed with orgasm ramming her cunt down on my face causing my tongue + to slip even deeper into her hot pink hole. Sue came next replete with + moans and swearing filling Donna's mouth and face with her slick juices + as she moved back forcing the dildo Eileen was wielding deep up her + anus. And finally I and Donna came together as she rammed her tight + pussy down on my straining cock covering my cock and balls with her hot + cunt juice as I pumped a big load load of my sperm up her tight hot + cunt. + + After a few minutes of rest the ladies were at me again, Sue was sucking + my cock making sure I was as hard as a rock for the next round. Eileen + who had recovered from her climax was licking my nipples while she + probed Sue's exposed cunt and ass with her fingers. Donna was fingering + Eileen's cunt while she pumped her own pussy and collected the cum I had + deposited there eagerly licking and sucking it off her fingers. I in + turn managed to play with Eileen's big tits rubbing those firm mounds + and twisting her nipples. Soon we got back down to business and Eileen + rose to straddle my hard thick cock Donna reached up spreading Eileen's + swollen cunt lips exposing the wet pink inner reaches of her tight cunt. + Sue held my cock in position and rammed two fingers of her free hand up + Eileen's throbbing anus as Eileen rammed herself down on my stiff cock + with one continuous thrust. As my stiff cock spread Eileen's slick + tight twat I could feel Sue's fingers press against my prick from inside + Eileen's throbbing asshole. Donna meanwhile had inserted two fingers up + my anus and was reaming my ass with hard deep strokes. Eileen engulfed + my full ten inches setting up a hard pounding rhythm which drove my dick + deep into her tight cunt with each stoke. Sue pulled her fingers from + Eileen's ass and moved around to sit on my face. Donna helped Sue by + spreading her cunt open as Sue settled her shaved slippery cunt on my + mouth and I forced my tongue deep into her pink pussy and alternated + between probing her hot cunt and licking and sucking her erect clit. + Donna meanwhile had take up a position between Sue and Eileen and was + sucking Eileen's big tits and biting her nearly inch long nipples while + Sue was reaming her anus with the dildo and sucking her clit while she + pumped 2 fingers up Donna's wet tight cunt. Sue was the first to cum + flooding my face with her sweet cunt juice and mashing her sopping cunt + into my mouth grinding herself to a complete climax. I could not hold + out any longer and began pumping my load up Eileen's tight hot pussy as + I bucked my hips forcing my dick deeper into her clutching slit. This + brought Eileen to climax and she flooded my now softening cock with her + thick cunt juice and sat down trapping my cock inside her pulsing twat. + Sue had increased her efforts on Donna's asshole and cunt and now had + Donna nearing her climax. Eileen sensing Donna's impending orgasm began + to suck her soft tits biting and twisting Donna's erect nipples. This + took Donna over the top and she began to cum moaning, twisting and + covering Sue's face with her pussy juice. We rested for a few minutes + lying together in a twisted pile of sweat soaked bodies until we had + regained enough strength to go at each other again. + + As Sue was the only on left who had not had a chance to feel my cock + being rammed into her pussy she watched as Eileen and Donna sucked and + licked my dick restoring it to its former glory. While they worked on + me Sue knelt between Donna and Eileen and fingered there exposed cunts + and assholes bending to lick and suck their clits. Soon I too was ready + for another round and watched as Sue squatted above my 10" prong ready + to force it deep into her swollen slit. Donna grabbed my engorged cock + and held it ready as she eased two fingers of her other hand up my now + pulsing anus. Eileen rammed two fingers up Sue's cunt withdrawing them + slowly as she forced two fingers of her other hand deep into Sue's + dilated anus. Spreading Sue's swollen pink cunt lips Eileen helped Sue + mount my raging cock. I could feel Eileen's fingers press against my + cock thru Sue's anal wall as Sue slowly forced herself down the length + of my throbbing penis. Once Sue had fully engulfed my raging prick + Eileen and Donna moved up to my head and watched as Sue set up a slow + steady rhythm which caused my cock to alternate from deep in her + twitching cunt to almost out and back. Donna took up a position + straddling my head and prepared to lower her sopping pink pussy onto my + mouth. Eileen rammed her finger up Donna's asshole and spread Donna's + swollen cunt lips as I eased my tongue into Donna's soft pink pussy and + began to eat her sopping slit and lick her exposed stiff clit. Donna + told Eileen to take the same position she had earlier and grabbed the + big dildo ready to ream Eileen's tight puckered anus. Eileen followed + Donna's lead and soon was sucking Sue's firm tits and biting her erect + nipples as Donna slowly pushed the big dildo up Eileen's exposed anus + until all but 2 inches of it 12" length was buried in her stretched + asshole. Donna then pushed two fingers up Eileen's packed pussy and + began to suck, bite and lick Eileen's inch long erect clit. This + combined with watching my cock being rammed up Sue's swollen cunt + brought Eileen off in a matter of a few minutes. Eileen came with a + rush flooding Donna's mouth and face with her slick juice and bit down + hard on Sue's erect pink nipples. This set Sue off and she came in hard + waves which clamped my cock tightly in her hot cunt and forced me to + climax. I came like there was no tomorrow filling Sue's tight slit with + my sticky load of sperm. Sensing Donna was close to cumming I reached + up grabbing her tit with one hand while ramming two fingers up her + sopping cunt and another up her well lubed anus. This combined with my + tonguing and sucking of her clit brought her to orgasm and she proceeded + to fill my mouth with her sticky sweet juices as her cunt and anus + clamped down hard on my fingers as she bucked and moaned out her + pleasure. + + Needless to say by this point we were all covered in a mixture of cum, + cunt juice and sweat and very tired. Lacking a sufficient erection to + proceed I suggested we rest a little and shower before we attempted + anything more. A sense of relief came over me as the ladies whole + heartily agreed. As we were relaxing Eileen began to play with Sue's + pussy and remarked how much she liked the slick effect of Sue's shaved + cunt lips. Donna said she too liked the way it felt and asked Sue if it + felt better when she fucked. Sue told Eileen and Donna that it was + defiantly better for both fucking and sucking as it made the whole area + much more sensitive and accessible. Eileen asked me if I had ever + shaved pussy before and did I like the look and feel of naked cunts. I + told her and Donna that I personally preferred nicely shaved cunts and + that I had been shaving my wifes cunt for many years. Both Eileen and + Donna asked me to shave them prior to their showers to which I readily + agreed. Moving to the bathroom I started on Eileen first first clipping + back her full bush and then shaving her cunt lips clean and finishing + off by shaving off the fine hair around her anus. When I finished Sue + and Donna examined my work and liked the effect especially the small + tuft of hair I left on the top of Eileen's mound. Moving between + Eileen's splayed thighs Donna proceeded to force two fingers up Eileen's + now naked cunt lips while pressing her thumb up her anus. Sue began to + suck and bite Eileen's nipples working her to climax. Donna replace + Eileen and I proceeded to shave her cunt and anus clean which was + followed by Eileen and Sue descending on Donna until she too had + climaxed. I felt that Sue shouldn't be left out and had Donna and + Eileen pleasure Sue before we started our showers. + + Once we had all showered and refreshed ourselves that pulsing feeling + returned to my cock and I told the girls that we should organize some + more games as my cock needed attention. Seeing my stiff cock Sue + suggested we return to the bed and start fucking. I move Sue to a + doggie style position on the bed and directed Eileen to get under her + with her head between Sue's legs. Eileen crawled underneath and began + eating Sue's pussy tonguing her hole and licking her hard clit. I told + Eileen to open Sue's swollen cunt and put my cock up it. Eileen first + forced my cock deep into her throat then guided it deep into Sue's tight + slippery slit. Ramming my cock balls deep in Sue's cunt I told her to + finger and eat Eileen's cunt and ass. Donna looked at me forlorn and I + told her not to worry and to straddle Sue's hips and lay back exposing + her sweet slit for me. I then began to finger fuck her hot cunt and + anus as I bent to lick and suck on her exposed erect pink clit. This + made Donna perk up and she began to wiggle and squirm under my + onslaught. I especially liked the look and feel of the girls newly + shaven pussies. Once I had brought Sue to her first orgasm I pulled out + of her pulsing cunt and asked Eileen to guide me into Sue's tight + asshole. Eileen grabbed my cock and placed the head at the entrance to + Sue's puckered pink anus and held it as I slowly pushed the entire 10" + shaft slowly up Sue's tight rectum. I immediately set up a rapid + pounding pace in Sue's asshole which brought her and myself to a + blistering orgasm at the same time. Pulling out of her hot ass I rammed + my prick into Eileen's mouth fucking her throat for all I was worth + depositing the last of my sperm deep in her throat. Just as I was + finishing my own orgasm I felt Donna start to cum I clamped down on her + clit while twisting my fingers into her cunt and anus. Sue who had + temporarily stopped her fevered activity on Eileen resumed a frantic + pace bringing Eileen to her climax and covering Sue's face with her + thick juices. + + + Since I had directed the last activity Eileen claimed her turn to give + orders and told me to get behind her and fuck her cunt doggie style. I + complied with out complaint and spread her slick shaven cunt lips and + rammed my cock balls deep in her sopping twat. She then directed Donna + to lie in front of her and spread her legs so she could eat Donna's hot + cunt and anus. Eileen told Sue to sit on Donna's face and have Donna + eat her cunt and suck my cum out of her asshole. I set up a fast pace + pounding the entire 10" of my cock in and out of Eileen's hot pink cunt. + Eileen was feverishly working on Donna's slippery pink pussy ramming two + fingers in and out of her cunt while lashing Donna's stiff protruding + clit with her tongue and forcing her index finger deep into her + throbbing anus. Sue had her cunt firmly planted on Donna's mouth and + was grinding her swollen pink pussy lips into Donna's mouth as Donna + probed Sue's moist pussy and tight anus with her tongue. Donna + alternately licked and sucked Sue's swollen clit and squeezed her ample + tits rolling Sue's hard erect nipple in her fingers. Eileen was close + to climax and was forcing her cunt back on my throbbing cock with ever + increasing pressure. Sensing her impending orgasm I forced two fingers + up Eileen's squirming asshole and began finger fucking her tight anus. + This combined with the deep probing my cock was giving her clutching + slit brought Eileen to her first orgasm. As the waves of her pleasure + subsided I pulled out of her cunt and positioned my cock to penetrate + her tight anus rubbing my the head up and down on her puckered pink + anus. With one firm stroke I buried my throbbing cock deeply up her + tight asshole until my balls slapped her swollen cunt lips. My pounding + in Eileen's anus forced her mouth more deeply into Donna's cunt + triggering Donna's climax which flooded Eileen's mouth and face with her + slick juices. Sue was near her orgasm and watching Donna cum forced Sue + over the top also and she released her sweet thick juices into Donna's + waiting mouth and face covering her with her cum. Watching these ladies + climax got me really hot and I began to cum pumping a thick juicy load + of sperm up Eileen's twitching anus. As I shot my load into Eileen I + could feel her reach her second orgasm as her asshole milked the cum + from my spurting dick. I pulled out of her asshole and moved to Donna's + head forcing my still swollen cock deeply down her throat spending the + last of my ejaculation in her tight throat. I collapsed on the bed as + Donna continued to Suck my cock and finger my anus keeping me hard in + preparation for her turn. + + It was a while until I could regain my desire for the ladies but their + continual assault on my senses made me rise to the challenge once more. + Donna was in charge for this round and demanded I fuck her cunt asshole + and mouth. Sue and Eileen were ready and willing to go at me but felt + Donna should have her turn being the queen of the may. Donna positioned + herself above my cock and directed Sue and Eileen to open her pussy to + accept my straining member. Eileen spread Donna's pink swollen cunt + lips as Sue held my cock in position for to be thrust up Donna's now + dripping pussy. Eileen slowly inserted two of her fingers up Donna's + tight anus while Sue guided Donna down onto my ridged cock forcing it + deeply up her tight slit. Once Donna had me fully rammed up her cunt + she asked Eileen to get a strap on double dildo from the nightstand. + Never losing her pounding rhythm on my cock Donna helped Sue force the + thick plastic shaft up Eileen's well juiced twat fingering her tight + asshole in the process. Once Eileen was fully decked out in her new + prick Donna told Eileen to fuck her anus with the huge plastic penis + sticking out of her cunt. Sue helped Eileen force the plastic shaft + deep into Donna's twitching asshole while Donna continued to fuck + herself silly on my hard shaft. After Eileen had gotten her new prick + buried deeply into Donna's ass Donna had Sue sit on my face and grind + her swollen pussy and engorged clit into my mouth and tongue. The + feeling on my cock was tremendous and I could feel the dildo being + pounded in and out of Donna's anus by Eileen as my own cock was rammed + in and out of Donna's packed pussy by her unrelenting strokes. Soon I + could just not take it another minute and began to shoot my river of cum + deep into Donna's hot cunt as I heard Eileen reach her own climax. + Donna began to buck and wither on my now pulsing cock bringing herself + to climax and collapsing on my chest. Sue began to thrust her cunt + harder against my mouth and tongue nearing her own orgasm. Sensing she + needed a little help i reached back and rammed two fingers up her + exposed asshole and began biting and sucking her stiff clit. This was + all Sue needed and she to began to climax drenching my face with the + last of her sweet cunt juice. After this we all cleaned up being too + fucked out to continue. + + I was late for the training session every day but if the audience only + knew why I think they would have understood. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxxmas.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxxmas.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ee84aa51 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/X/xxxmas.txt @@ -0,0 +1,353 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/xxxmas.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Very Merry XXXmas, A + + + My wife and I recently had an opportunity to become involved with a + group of married couples who love sex. We met our now loving group at a + party which started out innocently enough over the Christmas holidays. + My wife got an invitation to attend a party of her friends at the office + and we went thinking we would pass some pleasant time over the holidays. + To our surprise this invitation turned out to be a welcome into a hot + sex party. + + My wife Sue and I had always enjoyed sex and had on occasion swapped + mates on a one to one basis with some close friends but never on the + orgy scale of a major swing club. Sue loves to go both ways and has had + a relationship with a number of her female friends over the years. I + have had the benefit of her bi relationships as often I would join her + and her lover for a afternoon of lust. Sue is five feet 10 with large + firm tits and a fantastic ass. She loves to suck and fuck and delights + in eating out pussy while a stiff cock is rammed up her cunt. I have + the lucky privilege of having a thick ten inch cock which can cum and + cum without tiring a fact that pleases Sue no end. + + We arrived at the party and was greeted by the hostess, Sally a close + friend of my wifes but not one of her bi lovers. Sally showed us into + the living room and introduced us to her husband Doug and three other + couples. Donna a tall blond with large tits and long legs who looked + like she could be great in bed and her husband Tom, a good looking guy + with a large bulge showing he was obviously well hung. + + Donna was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table + showing quit a lot of firm thigh. Eileen a big dark haired woman with + very large tits which were stretching her blouse and sporting very erect + nipples. Her husband Pete was definitely looking over Sue in a way that + I found quite provocative while Sue stared openly at the lump in his + pants. The last couple was Ceil and Andy, Ceil was a petite red head + dressed in a short mini and was showing lots of firm leg. Her husband + was sitting across from Donna and I could tell his attention was focused + on her legs watching for a good beaver shot from my estimation. + + We introduced ourselves and the conversation continued with Eileen + telling a story about their recent vacation. Eileen wasn't shy at all + as she regaled the group with the goings on at a club in california. It + seems that they had spent some time at a special nude only club which + had a very hot activity schedule. Sue asked me to accompany her to the + kitchen and fix her a drink. Once in the kitchen Sue started to rub my + cock through my pants and told me that she was getting very turned on by + the conversation. I reached up under her skirt and rubbed her pussy + through her panties as she rubbed my prick. Just then our hostess Sally + came into the kitchen behind Sue, seeing what was going on Sally put her + fingers to her lips in a signal to keep her presence a secret. I + watched as Sally pulled up her skirt exposing a nicely trimmed pussy for + my inspection. Sally spread her cunt lips and licking her fingers + slowly forced two of her fingers into her wet twat. Seeing her + intention was to have a bit of fun I began to pull up Sue's skirt + exposing her panty covered ass to my hands and Sally's gaze. I slipped + Sue's panties down over her firm ass and spread her ass cheeks opening + her ass so Sally could see her hot tight anal pucker. Sue responded by + unzipping my pants and fishing out my now stiff cock. Pulling Sue's + head to my cock I forced my stiff shaft deep into her hot mouth and + throat as I licked my fingers and pressed them up Sue's hot tight ass + and cunt. Sue was really worked up by now and Sally had removed all of + her cloths and stood naked at the end of the counter. + + Sally came boldly over to us and pulled my fingers from my wife's anus + and replaced them with her tongue. Sue gave a slight start but her + mouth never left my stiff cock as Sally began to lick and tongue fuck my + wife's asshole. Sue was lost in a world of her own now and her legs + spread giving both Sally and I more access to her hot steaming holes. I + started to unbutton my wife's blouse and undid her bra freeing her firm + tits. I pulled Sue's blouse and bra off and began to pull on her very + stiff nipples as Sue deep throated my cock. I pulled my fingers from + Sue's cunt and Sally began to eat my wife's pussy in earnest making Sue + moan with pleasure. Sue had my rod buried deep in her throat and I + could feel the sperm building up in my balls as she stroked my stiff + cock in and out of her velvet mouth. Sue began to cum releasing her + sweet pussy juice into Sally's waiting mouth as I filled Sue's mouth and + throat with my thick creamy load. Sue gulped it down like honey and + sucked the remnants of my climax from my still stiff cock. I pulled + back an watched as Sally sucked Sue's clit and licked up my wife's sweet + slippery pussy juice. I was still hard as a rock when Doug, Sally's + husband came into the kitchen to see what was going on, I guess we made + quite a commotion. Doug looked over at me and smiled then began to + remove his shirt and pants exposing a thick long tool which was fully + erect in no time. Doug approached Sue, Sally his wife spread Sue's cunt + and guided her husbands rock hard cock into my wife's still quivering + cunt. I watched as Doug began to stroke into my wife's pussy and + squeezed my wifes firm tits and nipples as he filled her creamy cunt + with his long hard cock. + + Sally had left her position under my wife and came to my side. I + grabbed Sally's full firm tits and slowly forced my fingers into her hot + wet slit. Moving her to the kitchen table I layed her back onto the + table and spread her legs exposing her nicely trimmed cunt. Doug was in + full swing now ramming his cock up Sue's pussy as he pulled on her tits + and twisted her stiff nipples. I spread Sally's cunt lips and gave her + a few licks making her cunt jump under my tongue. I placed the head of + my cock against Sally's slippery pussy lips and slowly pressed the + entire length of my 10" cock up her tight cunt in one slow motion. + Sally cried out as my big prick entered her tight slippery slit and she + pulled my hands to her tits and urged me on. I began stroking into + Sally with long firm strokes as I pulled her stiff hard nipples making + her repeatedly cry out for more. Sue was moaning loudly now and Doug + was ramming his cock into her pussy with quick rapid strokes. I heard + Sue begin her climax just as Doug began to grunt out his orgasm and fill + my wife's hot pussy with his steamy sperm. Hearing her husband reaching + fulfillment brought Sally to orgasm as my prick reamed into her sweet + slit. Sally's cunt griped my cock tightly as she twitched in orgasmic + bliss and I succumb to the pleasure of the moment filling her tight box + with my own load of sticky sperm. + + As we wound down from our pleasure trance I noticed we were not alone + the other couples were standing in the kitchen door watching our sexual + antics. At first I was concerned how they would react but as I looked + over their faces I noticed real lust not shock. Andy Ceil's husband had + his hand on Donna's tit and was twisting her prominent nipple between + his fingers as he gently massaged her breast. Ceil was standing in + front of Pete and her skirt was hiked up and I could see Pete had one + hand up between her legs from the back as he rubbed her small firm tits + with his other hand. Eileen was rubbing her cunt against Tom's leg as + he worked both of her large tits with his hands making her nipples stand + out against the tight material of her silky blouse. Seeing we had + audience Doug and Sue joined Sally and I by the table and Doug began to + feed his wife his cum slicked cock as Sue bent down to lick Sally's + stiff clit as I slowly stroked my cock into her overheated pussy. We + continued like this for a few minutes and got a round of applause from + our impromptu audience. + + Donna suggested we retire to the living room where we could all enjoy + the fun and we heartily concurred. Helping Sally off the table we all + went into the living room. I suggested the three still dressed couples + pair off in non spouse couples and strip each other so that we could all + get down to basics. They all agreed and Sue, Sally, Doug and I rested + on the couch as we watched the other guests get naked and turned on. + Ceil paired off with Pete and Pete soon had her naked exposing the + cutest red haired pussy and a nice set of small firm tits with hard pink + nipples. Ceil returned the favor by ripping off Pete's cloths and + stroking his stiff cock then taking his cock balls deep into her throat + while he pulled on her nipples and rubbed her tits. Eileen was quickly + stripped by Tom and her tits were at least 38's, her pussy was nicely + shaven and her pink cunt lips hung invitingly between her legs. Eileen + was quick to strip Tom's cloths off and soon had his stiff member + between her tits urging him to tit fuck her as she bent to take the head + of his prick into her mouth. Donna took the lead and striped Andy + exposing his cock and forcing his prick into her mouth as she pulled + gently on his balls and played with his ass. Andy broke away and + rapidly removed Donna's cloths showing us her firm body with full firm + tits and a fantastic ass. Andy spread her legs and got down and ate her + pussy like a man possessed. + + Watching all of this had Doug and I stiff again and Sally began to + stroke my stiff pole bringing it to her lips and forcing her mouth down + my pole until my balls rested against her chin. Looking over I saw that + Doug was getting a similar workout from my wife Sue and her cheeks and + throat were bulging with his stiff prick. Since our wives were between + us on the couch I reached over and pressed my fingers up Sue's exposed + cunt and asshole. Sue moaned and thrust Doug's cock deeper into her + throat. Doug following my lead grabbed his wife's ass and spread her + cheeks forcing two fingers up her creamy slit and his thumb up her + asshole. I could feel Sally's throat tighten around my cock as Doug + probed her cunt and anus. Things were heating up on the floor in front + of us Andy had Donna down on her back and was ramming his pick up her + hot blond pussy making her cry out her pleasure on each stroke as he + pulled her stiff nipples. Tom had Eileen up on all fours and was + rapidly stroking his long thick cock into her shaved cunt. Each thrust + made Eileen's tits jump and sway as they hung down swollen with sexual + excitement. Ceil was laying under Eileen as Pete stroked his cock into + her red haired pussy, she was moaning as his cock invaded the depths of + her tight young slit. Ceil had her hands around Eileen's tits and was + sucking on her nipples as they swayed under the weight of the pounding + Tom was giving Eileen's cunt. It wasn't long before the pent up lust + brought the group on the floor to a long loud orgasmic climax. I + watched Andy stiffen as he squirted his load up Donna's quivering slit + and worked her pussy until she came to a twitching climax. Ceil was + right with her and she climaxed her legs locking around Pete's ass + forcing him balls deep in her stretched pussy and making him fire his + load deep into the recesses of her hot twat. Eileen started to twitch + with orgasm as Tom poured his load into her waiting cunt filling her + pussy with his hot load. Being spent for the moment the three couples + layed on the floor and rubbed each other until they had regained their + breath. + + By this time Doug and I were both more than ready to go as were Sue and + Sally. Looking over the group on the floor I suggested we join them and + start the fucking and sucking all over again. Sue and Sally scampered + off the couch and joined the couples on the floor. Sue nuzzled up + between Eileen's wide open thighs and began to lick and suck her shaved + pussy sucking Tom's load from Eileen's open snatch. This got Andy + excited and he moved around under Sue's sopping pussy and began to lick + her cum stained twat. Sue begged Andy to fuck her pussy and he + positioned himself behind my wife and pressed his cock up her slick twat + ramming his pole deep into her hot pussy with hard pounding strokes. I + went over to Eileen's head and rubbed my cock into her lips. Eileen + opened her mouth and swallowed my cock deep into her throat as she + played with my balls and fingered my ass. Sally spread Ceil's legs and + began to tongue fuck the red heads cute cum slick pussy lapping up + Pete's load while she rubbed Ceil's clit and gently probed her anal + pucker. Doug followed my lead and straddled Ceil's face offering her + his stiff cock which she quickly gobbled down until only his balls were + still visible. Pete's cock was stiff again and he moved in on Sally's + exposed and waiting twat. After giving her cunt a few preliminary licks + Pete mounted Sally doggy style pounding his ridged pole up her sperm + lubed cunt. Pete probed Sally deeply making her moan with each thrust. + Needing some pussy myself I pulled Eileen away from my wife's wanton + mouth and raised her legs up and continued the pussy licking Sue had + started. In no time Eileen began to quiver with orgasmic delight. I + moved up to her tits sucking and nibbling her erect nipples as I rammed + my cock deep into her hot cunt. Tom had positioned his wife Donna's + head under Sue so Donna could suck and lick Sue's hanging tits. Tom + meanwhile had raised Donna's legs to his shoulders and was fucking his + prick up her pretty blond pussy. Doug turned Ceil around and while she + kissed Sally and reached up and played with Sally's tits and frigged + Sally's clit Doug was pounding his cock up Ceil's tight little pink + pussy. With all that attention Sally went over the edge and began to + cum hollering for Pete to fill her pussy with his sperm. Pete stiffened + noticeably and began to pump Sally's slit full of his hot cum. Andy + started to grunt and Sue called out for him to ram her pussy and fill it + with his sperm as Sue came to a shuttering climax. I felt Eileen begin + to quiver again and her cunt gripped my invading cock like a vise. + Eileen begged me to fill her cunt an as her climax peaked I pumped my + load deep into her hot tight slit. Donna had Sue's whole tit in her + mouth by now and I could tell she was cumming by the way her belly + rippled with each stroke of Tom's cock. Tom was ready and he shot a big + load into Donna's gripping cunt as they both climaxed together. Sally + now coming down from her orgasm began to suck Ceil's pert tits making + Ceil get more excited. Ceil began screaming and arched her back + pressing her cunt into Doug's hard pounding strokes until they climaxed + and Doug filled that tight little pink pussy with a massive load of + jism. We all layed down in a heap licking and sucking each other trying + to rest for the next pairing. + + Slowly we regained our former lust and one by one couples paired off and + began to go at it again. Pete rolled Donna on her back and began to + suck her cunt while massaging her firm tits and stiffing nipples. Since + Donna was so tall I decided that there would be room enough for Ceil to + sit on Donna's face while Pete fucked the tall blond. I pulled Ceil to + me and got her in a sixty nine position spreading her legs and licking + her pink pussy and erect clit. Ceil responded in kind and soon had my + cock deep in her throat as she played with my balls and fingered my + asshole. Seeing Ceil's anal predilections I pushed my finger up her + anus and was rewarded with a cry of passion as she took the whole ten + inches of my prick deep into her throat. I wanted to watch the others + as they progressed with their love making so after a short time I pulled + Ceil up and had her straddle Donna's mouth. By now Pete had his stiff + prick buried deep up Donna's cunt and was plunging in and out of her hot + box with long slow strokes. Donna was well on her way to a massive + climax and pulled Ceil's hips down and began to suck her clit. I moved + in behind Ceil and rammed my cock into her hot tight pink cunt pressing + forward until my balls were resting on Donna's face and I could feel her + tongue on my cock as she licked Ceil's stretched pussy and clit. I set + up a firm slow stroking in Ceil's cunt which made her pant out her + passion. Looking around I saw that I was not the only one stroking and + poking, Doug had Eileen up on all fours and was pumping her pussy with + his long cock as he probe her asshole with two fingers. Eileen was + almost incoherent her passion and the pleasure she was receiving made + her appear as a woman possessed. Sue and Sally positioned themselves + under Eileen's tits and were both sucking her stiff nipples and + squeezing her large tits. Tom was fucking his cock deep into my wife + Sue's pussy and I could see her pubic area tremble with each stroke. + Andy had Sally's legs spread obscenely and was probing her hot wet cunt + with his stiff pole making her tits shake with each thrust. I felt + Ceil's tight cunt begin to spasm signalling her climax was close and I + grabbed her tits and pulled on her nipples as she came. Ceil's tight + cunt gripped my cock with new intensity and I felt my cum boil up from + my balls and fill her pussy as we climaxed together. Ceil overcome with + pleasure sank down on Donna, seeing an opportunity for more I pulled my + still hard prick out of Ceil's cunt and spread her ass cheeks exposing + her pink puckered asshole. I rubbed some cum from her cunt on her ass + and pressed my cock up her tight anus. Ceil began to moan again as I + stroked my full ten inches up her hot tight rectum. Donna was sucking + down the juice and cum from Ceil's pussy as she too began to climax her + hips were thrusting up and I could tell from his expression that Pete + was filling her cunt with his warm sperm. Doug began his characteristic + grunting as he filled Eileen's cunt with sperm and Sue and Sally helped + Eileen over the top by frigging her clit. Eileen came so hard that she + passed out and Sue and Sally had to pull their heads out from under her. + Tom was pounding Sue's cum slick pussy and I knew they would cum any + minute, Sally was already in climax her hips thrusting up to meet Andy's + hard thrusts. I could see Andy's load leaking from Sally's satisfied + pussy as I hear my wife start to cum and looked on as Tom filled her + pussy with yet another load of cum. I was now pounding Ceil's tight + asshole with all my might and I her cry out as another orgasm ripped + thru her small firm body. Ceil's anus clamped down hard on my prick and + I felt my sperm fill her tight little butt as I rammed my cock up her + asshole. I pulled out of the little red head's well fucked asshole and + she rolled over on her side panting from her pleasure. Donna went to + Ceil and licked her anus collecting my load from her now dilated + asshole. + + Everyone was more than a little fucked out and I went to the kitchen to + get some wine to help us all get going again. By the time I had + returned the ladies had perked up considerably and Sue was gently + licking Eileen's cunt while Donna had her fingers up Ceil's cunt and + asshole. Sally was licking Donna's puckered anus while she pushed three + fingers into Donna's wet pink pussy. The guys however were still fucked + out and although they were stroking their cocks none of them had a + serviceable erection. We drank the wine and discussed other parties we + had been to and other sexual experiences which each couple had + participated in. Slowly the sex talk and the wine worked their magic + and hard cocks were again beginning to appear. Ceil began the session + by sucking her husband Andy's cock and balls while she shoved her finger + up his asshole and massaged his prostrate. Seeing her success the other + wifes join in and began to work their mates for our final orgy scene. I + watched Eileen suck Pete as Sue began to work on my half hard rod and + pressed her finger deep into my asshole soon she had me fully erect. + + Once all of us had stiff pricks the ladies switched and the fucking + began. Donna came over to me and pushed me on my back sucking my now + rigid cock as she straddled my face and planted her sweet blond bush on + my mouth. I went to work on her cunt and clit as she deep throated my + cock and fingered my asshole. Seeing her desire I spread her ass cheeks + and pushed two fingers up her open anus. Sue moved to Pete and + straddled his prick stroking it as she slowly slid down impaling her + cunt on his stiff throbbing cock. I watched as Pete's cock spread her + cunt lips and slowly worked its way up my wife's pink wet pussy. Once + Pete was fully up her slit Sue began to bounce up and down ramming + Pete's cock deep into her hot wet vagina. Pete reached up and began to + pull her stiff nipples as she fucked her pussy with his prick. Doug had + his wife Sally on all fours her legs spread obscenely and was licking + her pussy as he probed her asshole with two fingers. Ceil grabbed Tom's + cock and lead him over to where Sally was, got under Sally and began to + suck her tits as Tom spread Ceil's legs and pushed his fat cock up her + red haired cunt. Eileen went over to Andy and grabbed his cock leading + him to Donna and I. Eileen pushed Donna down toward my cock and Donna + turned and mounted my stiff meat shoving my entire 10 inches up her wet + hot pussy. Eileen got to one side and began to lick and suck Donna's + stiff clit as my cock rammed up her hot tight pussy. Andy mounted Eileen + doggy style and rammed his meat up her cum stained pussy and began to + bang away making her tits jump and bounce with the force of his plunges. + Donna began to cum almost at once and I could feel her hot wet slit + tighten around my cock. Once she had finished her climax Donna rose up + and grabbed my cock directing it up her asshole. I felt her tight butt + put pressure on my cock and began to ram my tool up her asshole as she + rammed herself down on my stiff prick. I could hear my wife Sue calling + out her orgasm and demanding that Pete fuck her asshole. Looking over I + could see Pete's sperm running out of my wife's cunt as she rose up to + get Pete's cock free. Then Sue rammed herself down impaling her asshole + on Pete's slippery erection stretching her anus with each thrust. Sally + was cumming now and Doug filled her tight cunt with his creamy load. + Ceil was thrashing around her orgasm taking her breath away as Tom + filled her pink pussy with his sperm. Soon Donna was cumming again and + I fired another load into her body this time filling her hot rectum with + my hot sperm. My wife climaxed again as Pete filled her hot ass with + his load and Sue collapsed on the floor fully satiated. Eileen was + cumming and Andy filed her hot pussy with sperm as she climaxed multiple + times. Everyone was fucked out and we all lay back resting until we + could regain our breath. The rest of the evening went well and we all + got to be good friends. We now get together about twice a month to suck + and fuck ourselves silly. Since our initial meeting we have added a few + people to the group and I've never had a better XMAS present. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y.1 b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y.1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..756d5c98 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y.1 @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ + +T E X T F I L E S + +

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diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yale.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yale.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b5549d05 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yale.txt @@ -0,0 +1,204 @@ +Archive-name: School/yale.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Yale Frat Party + + +Here is a story -somewhat true, somewhat rumor, but either way, fairly +jucy, well worth the time to read, but clearly not for the meek. + + +"Just one more night," she begged him. + +He stood in the doorway, looked at her tear-streaked face with a certain +amount of disdain. He knew he was about finished with her. She didn't +know that yet, evidently. Too bad. + +"Come on, Brad. I can't...I can't believe that you don't want to see me +anymore. I know I can change your mind." She smiled, even through her +tears. "You still want me, don't you?" + +He eyed her body critically beneath the tight-fitting sweatclothes. As +far as bodies went, it was a good one. When he had first seen her tight, +firm flesh clearly revealed by a set of running tights, he'd known that +he would get in, somehow. + +It hadn't been hard. + +It was a DKE party. She'd been at the keg. He spilled beer on her +accidentally on purpose. She hardly noticed, until he pointed it out +to her. She was grateful for the information. She turned out to be +grateful enough to share his sleeping quarters that evening. +It had been a very fulfilling evening. Well, fulfilling for her. +Draining for him. Afterwards, he found out that her name was Linda. + +But that was a month ago, and now he was ready to move on to other conquests. +was more than ready, in fact. He'd had several rather acrobatic experiences +with one of her more distant acquaintances. Linda had noticed the way he had +looked at the flesh beneath her very-loose-with-no-bra-halter top. She +evidently had thought it was nothing but a passing fancy. In fact, that +very night he had been extremely helpful in removing the girl's halter top. +Among other things. + +Here she was, though, looking at him with wide eyes, unconsciously moving +her legs apart. That was a habit that he liked; when they were alone, she +knew where she stood in relation to him. Or knelt, occasionally. +And, looking at the tight curve of her thighs, noting the movement of her +breasts in sympathy with her sobs, he decided that she was worth one last +night. Not a night that would tie him to her, like she intended. At least, +not for more than a few hours. But it wouldn't do to appear too interested; +not yet. + +"I said it's over. What difference can a night make?" +"A lot of difference. All the difference." She was almost frantic. "Remember +the time in your room after that concert? Remember how good it was? Do you +remember what you said?" + +He didn't. According to her, he'd said he loved her. Chances are, he had. +Said it, that is. Not loved her. + +She moved closer to him. She pressed her body to his unmoving one, and despite +his attempt to appear uninterested, it was hard not to be stirred by the +firm yeilding softness of her breasts crushed frantically to him, the wriggle +in her hips that moved maddeningly against his member. She felt his response, +even through the haze of alcohol, put her tongue to his lips. Yes, he wanted +her. But he would have her his way, this time. He didn't care what she +thought afterwards, didn't intend to see her afterwards. + +He smiled. After all, she'd be getting what she wanted. + +She interpreted his smile as acquiescence, and moved her lips to his, but he +remained cold, drew his head back somewhat. "You're sure you want this?" +"Oh, yeah," she breathed. +So he pulled her closer to him. And she liked it, thought she had managed +to manipulate him. That wasn't right. It was time for him to assert his +mastry over her. He thrust his tongue between her lips, moved his hands to +her warm buttocks and pressed them together, slid them down and spread +her thighs slightly so she could ride him more easily. He knew what it took +to make her moan, knew that she loved it when he tickled her gently through +her clothes. Gentility was not on the evening's agenda, however. He wanted +her hot and hard, moved his hands roughly to her breasts, squeezing them, +sunk his teeth into her lips. She loved it all. + +Just then, a thought came to him. He disengaged, pushed her thighs away again +so he could view her fully as he spoke. He noted, with approval, that the +crotch of her sweatpants was faintly damp. That was another thing he liked +about Linda; she lubricated well, and at the slightest stimulation. + +"One last time. Okay. But not here." +"Where? The bedroom? Your room? Name it." Eager, awaiting further attention +from his body. Wanting to fulfill her soft wanting with hard and violent +pressure. But she was not ready for his demand. + +"Get into the bathroom. Take off your clothes and lie down on the floor. +I'll be in eventually." + +"What? But what if... I mean, people might..." +"They might, and I don't care. They can look at your cunt all they like. But +if you want me to fuck you, you better get in there and spread your legs. +And you better look like you mean it." + +She looked trapped, uncertain, and that intensified his hard-on with a raging +surge. He knew that she was torn internally between a need and a fear, but +that her need would betray her, that now she had to have him. He fell onto +her couch and placed his hands behind his head, smiling, waiting for her to +move. + +After a few long moments, she did. In the direction of the bathroom. Of +course she closed the door after her. He frankly didn't care if anyone came +in while she was undressing, or while he was having her. In fact, he would +like that, allowing her to be visually possessed by yet another, destroying +whatever self-will she had even further. + +He waited for as long as he knew it would take her to undress, compensating +amply for her inebriated state, and added another fifteen minutes. By now, +he was sure, she was playing with herself, trying to keep the heat which he +had imparted to her. She liked to do that, liked to have him watch. It was +an interesting experience to see her climax all alone, to watch the quiver +in her pelvis and the transported expression in her half-lidded eyes. He +was tempted to peer in through a crack in the doorway and watch her, but he +knew she was expecting that, and refused to subordinate to her desire in any +way. + +When he finally entered, he saw that he'd been right. Her hand was stroking +the area between her legs slowly but forcefully. Her smooth, clear skin +contrasted nicely with the checkerboard beige of the floor. It must have +been uncomfortable, not to mention cold; her legs shivered slightly, +deliciously. But it was the look on her face, the mixture of gladness that +he had arrived and vague apprehension about her vulnerable state, that +brought him to readiness. He stood for a while above her, simply looking. +When she lay down, her breasts lost something of their firmness, and flattened +somewhat across her chest. But her nipples were quite stiff, with cold or +with excitement, he didn't care which. That was where he decided to start. + +Her hands pulled his head to her chest, like mother to infant, as he took her +nipples and pulled with his lips. No infant was ever so in possession of his +mother, though. No infant was ever about to violate his mother so harshly. +The sweaty tang of her flesh was sweet to his tongue, the tart warmth +inviting. He moved lower, to her flat belly, delving into her navel, biting +the inside of her thigh. She cried aloud at that, but not with great +vehemence. It would not have mattered. + +About to essay her cleft, he thought better of it, and left off with a slow +and tantalizing lingual caress. It was time for her to take care of him. +He stood, and undressed, watching her watching him. Her eyes were never on +his face, always on his cock. And she thought she loved him. He knew what +she loved, what she needed. She got what she loved rammed through lips +stretched wide to accomodate and over a pulsating tongue and into her throat. +She swallowed involuntarily, found it hard to breathe through him, struggled +with too much to consume. Her mouth was hot and it was wet; it desired to +take him within itself and to spit him out, sucked frantically and convulsed, +each movement bringing him closer and closer to climax. But it was not time +yet to fill her, and finally, regretfully, he pulled beyond begging reach of +her mouth. She took to kissing his legs, his testicles. He grabbed a skein +of hair and yanked, causing her to moan again, and to look upwards. + +With a hand motion, he told her to flip over. + +This, he knew, was the final test of his mastry. He knew that she was +always extremely reluctant to be taken from behind, but that was how it +was going to be tonight. Unless, of course, she wanted to be left cold +and empty on the bathroom floor, never to see him again, only to dream of +closure. + +This night, she accepted it without question. Probably was expecting it, +possibly even wanting it. She moved to her knees, placed her hands slowly +on the floor and lowered her torso, simultaneously raising her ass to the +bathroom door. He pressed her head further down, so it touched the floor. +Ran his hand over her back, underneath for a while to caress her pendent +teats, back towards the rondure of her posterior. Positioning himself +behind her, he admired the tight pink of her vagina, her welcoming orifice, +created specifically and explicitly for his enjoyment. A true blonde--he +appreciated that. Light pubic hair was very rare in his experience and +completely to be enjoyed. Her ass was very much like her face, round and +slightly chubby, pert cheeks and full lips. + +He readied her with his mouth, dancing lightly over labia, lingering +deliberately upon clitoris, tasting her moisture and leaving his own to +facilitate the eventual violation. She was rocking back and forth on the +floor, with the pleasure of it all. He imagined she was tonguing the very +tiles, covered with dirt and ammonia as they were, in anticipation of +entry. + +And then he plunged, and it was good. + +As warm and tight as she'd ever been, aided by rocking motion and an +incredible amount of moisture. She had already spent once; her cries +had made that plainly evident. But she was working diligently towards the +second, and her deep-seated need drove him. Here she was, face to the +floor and ass to the sky in total and utter aquiescence to his desire. +When he climaxed, it was with a grunt and a huge shooting spatter that +drove deep within her. He knew she felt it, sensed her sympathetic orgasm +that made her shiver and milk his penis of every last drop of fluid. He +contracted again and again. + +After a while, he withdrew, sat against the wall. She wanted to get up, but +he insisted she remain that way, spread to the world, while he recharged and +readied his second assault. She heaved, breathless with the effort. Her +tits bobbled nicely with her breaths, and he felt the faint stirrings +already. + +Neither he nor she had noticed that the door had opened in the middle of +the act, nor the very confused individual who had peered at the raging +couple for a few moments before beating a hasty retreat. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yardsale.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yardsale.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0eafe620 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yardsale.txt @@ -0,0 +1,378 @@ +ÿ THE YARD SALE + +I don't know for sure but things seem different now than they were back +in the middle class neighborhood where I grew up. There were things you +did and things you didn't. And things if you did, then you did, if you +catch my drift. + +I remember that every autumn our neighborhood in 'Jersey had a yard +sale. Since the proceeds were going to charity, everybody had to +participate, even us boys. I remember very clearly one particular sale. +I guess I was about 17 at the time. + +I liked my weekend time with my buddies, but my mom had volunteered that +she and my brother and I would help set up the tables for the sale. So +we, and a group of other guys and their moms, worked most of the morning +setting things up. I had been showing off a bit to the younger guys by +carrying a table by myself and just generally horsing around. I +especially liked to give my older brother a hard time. He was always so +reserved. You've got to have a little fun don't you? I caught a sidelong +glance from my mom at one point so I toned it down a bit. + +One of the guys helping us was Wally Watson, a college guy about four +years older than me. He had been a sports star just as I had started +high school. Just the clean cut boy next door type - tall blond and +athletic. He and his two brothers, who were just slightly different +versions of him. + +Mom and I found ourselves at the Watson table checking to see if +there was anything that we needed to buy. We were getting the +hard sell from Mrs. Watson, Wally's mom. "Don't go yet. I just +thought of something you may need," Mrs. Watson said, playfully. +With that she rummaged through a cardboard box and brought out the +mangiest looking hairbrush I had ever seen. + +My mom laughed and said, "Things might not be going full speed at the +store, but I don't need to buy my hairbrushes or tooth brushes +second hand, at least not yet." + +Mrs. Watson laughed as well and said, "Oh, I didn't mean for +grooming, Anne." She turned her sinister smile toward me and +continued, "I meant for blistering Tom's backside when he +needs it. " + +(Now let me tell you I was not laughing. My mom was no slacker when +it came to delivering a spanking, but it had been some time since +I had felt her hand, hairbrush, or anything else, and I was NOT +interested in doing so any time soon, thank you very much!) + +Mrs. Watson was still talking about that damned hairbrush. +"Old wooden hairbrushes are hard to find. I have one almost the same +at home and it is very effective. It really stings doesn't it, Wally?" + +Now Wally had to be about twenty-one years old, but by his +deep blushing, I thought that it couldn't have been that long ago +that Wally had last felt that hairbrush. "Yes ma'am, it's a real +bugger," muttered Wally under his breath. + +My mom then picked up the hairbrush and noted it's large flat +mahogany back and its nice big oval shape. "Well, what do you +think, Tom?" he asked me. "Is this what you need to make you +toe the line?" + +I guess I muttered something under my breath. Mom just smiled and +said to Mrs. Watson, "It sounds as if neither of our sons are +enjoying this conversation." + +I can understand Tom's hesitation," said Mrs. Watson, "if you have the +same rule as I do at my house. That rule is that any new paddle, strap, +hairbrush, or whatever is immediately tested on all three of my sons and +rated for its effectiveness." + +My mom didn't respond right away and I couldn't believe what I had just +heard. Mom asked, "You mean that you don't wait until they foul up, you +just go home and try it out?" + +"Exactly," said Mrs. Watson. "It won't have any deterrent effect unless +they know just how much it hurts." + +Much to my embarrassment my mom said, "There's no arguing with that. +It's just that I've never heard of the idea before. Especially since +your sons are known throughout the neighborhood as being so well +behaved. Sure I blister Tom's and his brother's backsides when they need +it, but I've never taken a pre-emptive strike as it were." + +Now it was Wally Watson's turn to be embarrassed as his mom +said, "Well, I do and have for years. That's one of the reasons that +the boys are so well behaved. Those periodic reminders help to keep +their natural tendencies in check. In fact, I also do it whenever +I get around to oiling some of my old thick leather straps and belts. +I never seem to have the time to oil them often enough. I did oil an +old leather home-made tawse this morning and told all three boys +to be ready for a good session tonight." + +Wally looked very uncomfortable. + +"Wally here is 20, and his brothers are 19 and 22. But they know the +rules, and as long as they live in the house with me, they know that +means corporal punishment from time to time. Sure, it's humiliating to +them, but in their hearts they know it's for their own good." + +"And you really let them have it?" asked Mom. + +"Tell you what, Anne," said Mrs. Watson, "if you want to come over +tonight at around ten, I'll show you how I do it. I leave it that +late because normally when the session is over, the boys just want +to cry themselves to sleep." + +"Thanks for the offer. If you and your boys don't mind, I think I'll +take you up on it." + +Wally was getting more and more distressed as his mother was calmly +discussing the fact that, even at age 20, he was subject to old +fashioned bare-bottom discipline. I was really getting interested but +also getting a little uncomfortable as my mom was becoming very intent, +hanging on Mrs. Watson's every word. I hoped she wasn't getting any +ideas about OUR family. + +"Oh," said Mrs. Watson," the boys won't mind. They know I set the +parameters for their discipline sessions. In fact, you can bring Tom if +you like." + +Well! Imagine the sight of Wally and his brothers getting their bare +butts strapped and I might just get to watch the whole thing! I must +have been getting excited. I know I must have gotten an excited smile on +my face because Wally looked straight at me and his voice almost broke +when he said to his mom, "I don't care if you want Mrs. Stewart to +watch, but not Tommy - He's just a kid!" + +The change in Mrs. Watson's tone was immediate. "Don't presume to tell +me who will or will not be present for your spankings. Go get the mate +to this hairbrush, then go to your room and be ready when we ALL get +there." + +Wally's face was very red and he glared at me as he sighed and turned +to trudge into the house. + +Now I WAS excited. I was going to see Wally's bare bottom get a +hairbrush spanking from his mom and I wouldn't even have to wait until +ten that evening. Then I was disappointed to hear my mom say, "Sorry for +being the indirect cause of this. Tom and I will be off and let you do +what you have to do." + +I immediately heartened, however, when Mrs. Watson said, "No need to +apologize. It was my son who stepped out of line. I'd certainly +appreciate it if you'd both come in and see Wally get taken down a peg +or two. I'd especially like Tom to be there. " + +Mrs. Watson got a neighbor to mind the booth, since she needed to have a +"chat" with Wally. I followed my mom and Mrs. Watson into the house and +upstairs to Wally's room. + +When we entered the room Wally had completely stripped. He was facing +the wall, the hairbrush in his hand. What a sight that was! Most of +Wally's body was still dark from the summer, but not his bottom cheeks. +They were gleaming white. My face felt flushed, almost as if I had a +fever. I guess I did in a way. + +"Well at least you came to your senses long enough to remember the rules +about being ready for a spanking." Mrs. Watson said as she moved a +chair from the desk to the center of the available floor space. "Come +on. Over my lap. Let's get started." + +As Wally turned around, walking toward his mom seated in the chair, I +could tell he was mortified with humiliation. He kept his eyes downcast. +I knew he could see my mom and me but he didn't say anything. He placed +himself over his mom's lap. His mom shifted the embarrassed young man's +weight carefully. Mrs. Watson took her time getting those white buns in +just the right position for the spanking. + +I glanced at my mom. She was intent on the scene being played out in +front of us. She looked as though she was taking mental notes. I was +getting just a little dubious about the whole thing when Mrs. Watson +began the spanking. Then I was completely lost in the amazing sight +right there before me. + +Mrs. Watson didn't say a word. She just took the hairbrush from Wally +and started spanking her son's lilly white ass, alternating cheeks with +each swat. All of those blows were very low down on the ass cheeks, and +were they ever applied most vigorously. After the first five or so swats +both cheeks were starting to turn red. The sounds of that brush smacking +Wally's rump was incredible. After the next five, Wally started to +squirm a little. After another five Wally was saying "Oh!" a lot. By the +end of an additional thirty-five, Wally's butt cheeks were scarlet and +he was crying and doing a lot of squirming. Yet I noticed, and I saw that +my mom did too, that Wally took great care to present his bottom for its +blistering. + +I knew that I always had a hard time keeping my bottom in position for +spanking from my mom and I never had a spanking like this. Mrs. Watson +said, "I see I now have your attention. Are you now ready to apologize +to Mrs. Stewart and to Tom?" + +Mrs. Watson ignored Wally's muttered positive response. She immediately +started applying the hairbrush harder than ever, right on the butt crack +where it touched the two ovals already red from the original onslaught. +After twenty-five ferocious whacks, Wally's mom asked again, "Are you +now ready to apologize?" + +Poor Wally was crying so hard that he couldn't speak right away. +He just nodded vigorously, before blurting out a baleful "YES". + +"Ok." Said Mrs. Watson as she stood her sobbing son on his uncertain +feet, "Go over and tell each of them that you are sorry that your mom +had to spank you because of your poor manners." Wally was facing away +from my mom and me as his mother spoke to him. What a sight that was! +His quivering back tapering down to the start of the bulbous milky white +buns which now were mostly a bright red as my fascinated eyes moved down +to the scarlet underside of Wally's buns. They looked positively hot, +even as though they were on fire. As Wally turned, I noticed that his +face was red too, but not nearly as red as his backside. Wally had been +turned into a much younger looking boy whose red-hot bottom and +tear-stained face and sobbing voice made it clear that he was genuinely +very sorry indeed. My mom clearly felt sorry for Wally, and as soon as +she heard the apology, she nodded her head in acceptance. + +I, on the other hand, was still relishing Wally's whole predicament. The +idea that this full-grown young man had to apologize to me, a young kid +really, who had just watched him get his bottom thoroughly and +humiliatingly blistered as well as the excitement of the scene itself +must have put one giant ear-to-ear smirk on my face. Now I don't think +that I was a sadistic little bastard but I must have been feeling that +way because as soon as Wally had apologized I laughed and said, "Wait +'til I tell the guys about THIS!" The look from my mother was withering, +but Wally just sighed and walked over to his mom. And I got another good +look at that fantastically red bottom. + +Mrs. Watson handed Wally the hairbrush and told him to ask Mrs. Stewart +to reinforce the lesson. I heard another resigned sigh as Wally turned +and shuffled over to my mom to ask her for a spanking. "Sure Wally, I +know the value of a spanking as a learning experience and I'll be +pleased to discipline you..." + +Oh! Wow! I was going to see Wally get it from Mom! Now you see I had +had plenty of spankings from Mom but I had never seen her give one, even +to my brothers. Mom always kept our spankings private. I certainly hoped +that no one would ever see me get a spanking! + +My mom continued, "...but not before I give my rude, insensitive son a +good bottom warming first. Stay close, Wally, so you won't miss a +thing." I could hardly believe my ears. + +"Come over here NOW Tom!" It was in such total disbelief that I walked +over to Mom pleading for her not to give me the spanking I knew I richly +deserved. + +"Ok, strip and make it fast!" As I removed my pants Mom said, "I am +beginning to realize that humiliation is all part of the deterrent value +of punishment, and I'm not about to forget it. Come on! Get a move on! +We are all waiting." + +I looked at Mom imploringly as I stood there in my white briefs, vainly +hoping that she would spare me the indignity of getting it on the bare +backside. No such luck. "OFF!" barked Mom. So I dropped my underpants. +"I said to strip not drop them. That means your shirt, shoes +everything." + +"But at home..." I started. "Maybe you hadn't noticed, Tom, but you're +not at home. Since you apparently think that what Wally went through was +such great fun, I'm not going to let you miss out on any of it!" + +In a few seconds I was naked, in full view of Wally and his mother, +across my mother's lap waiting for that hairbrush to redden my very bare +and well positioned backside. Then my spanking started. + +None of this alternating cheeks business for my mom. Oh, no. She chose a +spot right in the middle of my white bottom just to the right of the +crack just where the cheeks curved down and she kept whacking and +whacking away. Before Mom had applied ten good stinging swats my ass +felt like it was on fire. I was pleading for Mom to stop and I was +starting to really squirm. About ten more and I wasn't keeping my cheeks +in position like Wally had at all. I was trying, at least, to get Mom to +put some swats in another spot. + +Mom pulled me more firmly around the waist and said, "Keep that bottom +still and stick it up in position if you know what is good for you, +young man." I gritted my teeth as I stuck my burning backside up in the +air for more. + +By about forty swats I was crying and kicking uncontrollably but I kept +my butt in the general location at least. I was gaining real respect for +Wally's ability to take a hairbrush spanking. "Now, now," said Mom in a +soothing voice, "get it under control. We're finished with that spot for +now. It's time we gave the other cheek a good taste of the hairbrush." + +As soon as I had my crying more or less in check, my other cheek got +similar treatment. Mom kept swatting the same spot this time on the +left cheek until it was as sore and burning as the right and I was +crying again. This time it took much longer for me to get it under +control. + +Now both my cheeks felt as though I had sat on a red hot skillet but +just on the underside of my poor tender butt. About then, my Mom asked +me if I was ready for the "clover leaf", and she started the spanking +afresh. My ass was really on fire as she started her deliberate fiendish +routine. + +This time the swats seemed to form four overlapping ovals on my butt +cheeks - two on the right and two on the left. Mostly in a clockwise +pattern. Sometimes there would be one swat on each spot, sometimes two +or three. This pattern was repeated about nine times or so it seemed. +When I was sobbing uncontrollably, my mom asked if I was ready to +apologize to Wally and made sure that I understood that the spanking +would continue until I said I was sorry. Was I ever sorry! + +Mom then started giving the center of the overlapping scarlet design on +my rear the most intense rapid fire hairbrushing I had ever felt. It was +abundantly clear to me that she was not going to let up until I uttered +something remotely understandable as "I'm sorry." I had tried, but the +best I could come up with was "Iowwww" or "sorieeeeeooowwww". Finally I +managed, "plea.. soor sorry!" and Mom said, "Ok, then get up and +apologize properly." + +I slowly and painfully unfolded myself from Mom's lap and stumbled onto +my feet. I turned to Wally and said "I'm sorry (sob) I thought it was +funny that you were getting a spanking (sniffle). I'm sorry I said that +I'd tell the guys about it (sniff sniff). You saw my mom spank me so you +know I'm sore but I'm really sorry, too. (more sobs). + +It was really humiliating to give the apology that way, almost unable to +talk at all. Then I went over to Mrs. Watson and apologized to her and +went back to where my mom was sitting. "Good boy. I am clearly getting +through to you. Now you will go over to Wally's mom and ask her if she +would mind blistering your bottom as a token of her acceptance of your +apology." + +I swallowed hard. How in the name of heaven could I take another +spanking? But I didn't say anything. I just meekly told Mrs. Watson that +I was sorry and would she mind please spanking my bottom. "Sure," she +replied, "if that's what your mom thinks you need, just as soon as she +finishes with Wally." + +"Ok, Wally," Mom said, "let's redden up your bottom some more." + +With that Wally laid over my mom's lap and got another spanking almost +identical to mine. I tried to think as I watched Wally's poor red bottom +tremble and snap with each swat, how his mom had smacked his backside +the first time. I knew that that was what was in store for my +too-slowly-cooling buns. When Mom was finally done she gave Wally a few +minutes to cry it out and then said, "Ok, you can get up now. I'm +through with you. Now it's your mom's turn - or maybe I should say it's +Tommy's turn." Wally then stood up, politely thanked my mom, and rubbed +his obviously very sore aching backside. + +I knew I was in serious trouble when Mrs. Watson sat down in the chair +with the menacing hairbrush in her hand. I started to cry, but one look +at my mom, not a lick of sympathy there, and I knew I had to obey. So I +put myself slowly and carefully into position. My mom told Mrs. Watson +that she should not take pity on me but deliver a spanking that was +comparable to the one she originally had given to Wally. + +I never thought that I would get through that spanking without +completely disgracing myself one way or another. It was pure hell! One +searing smack right after another. She covered my entire ass with that +hairbrush no matter that the underside felt nearly raw from the intense +treatment my mom had given it. Halfway through I was screaming my lungs +out with my legs kicking as though I was swimming for my life. But I +made as much effort as possible to stay in position, trying, at least to +impress Mom, Mrs. Watson, and strangely enough, Wally, with my effort to +take the punishment as well as I could. At least I remembered when the +spanking was over to thank Mrs. Watson for it. That brought a big hug +from Mom. "You may not have taken your licking as well as Wally did, +but I'm proud of the way you did take it. + +The two mothers looked at one another with what seemed a sense of +accomplishment but then as though something was missing. Mom seemed to +realize what it was first. She said, "Tommy, why don't you get dressed +and then come over to the bed. I'll be sitting on the edge. I'm going to +undo and drop your pants and give you an old-fashioned hand-spanking +just like I do at home. Then it will be time for us to leave. " + +I just nodded and started to get ready. I saw Wally look at his mom, +who, without saying a word, communicated to him that his final session +was going to he the same. Mrs. Watson remained seated in the chair. I +watched Wally get dressed as I did the same and we finished dressing at +about the same time. Both the moms then dropped our pants and underpants +at about the same time. We both went over our mom's laps at the same +time. Both mothers started spanking in unison and our sobs seemed to be +in unison as well. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ygirla.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ygirla.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..966c69a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ygirla.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2297 @@ +Archive-name: Changes/ygirla.txt +Archive-author: Author +Archive-title: Young Girl + + + A Story of Sexual Servitude and Submission + YGIRLA.TXT, Part 1 + + Disclaimer and Warning + ----------------------- + This story contains explicit sexual descriptions. It has elements of + bondage, discipline, transvestitism, sadomasochism, child-sex, and incest. + If this type of material offends you, then you should not read it! This + material should not be displayed or in any way be made available to a minor + child. The author does not advocate or counsel this type of activity. + + This material is placed into the public domain by the author. It may be + freely distributed and otherwise circulated in any manner or form, subject + to the conditions in the above paragraph and also subject to any + restrictions imposed by local, state, or federal laws and regulations. All + quotations or extraction of material from this story should be duly noted. + + + + Johnny + --------------------------------------------------------------------------- + The memory of that day is very clear to me still. Some things just stick in + your mind and stay there, and then pop up when you don't expect it. I don't + know why that day is still so vivid to me when other more important events + are a just hazy impression. It is the day this portion of my life started, + though, so it's also a good place to start my story. + + I was young, about 4 years old, when one of my mom's friends came over to + visit. She brought over her two daughters, who were 5 and 7. My Mom and her + friend sat in the living room, having coffee and talking and doing other + boring stuff. Collete and Lisa and I wandered into my bedroom in the back + of the house to play. + + My mother is an attractive woman. She has dark hair and a very creamy + white complexion. She's not overweight, but not thin either. I guess + she's called "pleasingly plump." My mother's name is Maryanne Burl + (no, that's not her real name). + + My mother's friend has brown hair. She's quite good looking, and has a + soft look to her, too. For this story, I'll call her friend Linda + Sharlton. She has two daughters, Collete and Lisa. Collete has brown + hair like her mother, and has the same full-body build in a slimmer + version. Lisa is blond and long legged and tom-boyish slim and round + enough to keep your interest. + + As for me, I take after my mother. I've got dark brown hair, very + fine, and a very clear complexion. + + We played with my stuff for awhile, and then Collete and Lisa got bored. Of + course my toys wouldn't interest them for very long, they were older girls! + So they started looking through my room. They opened the dresser drawers, + and found my old baby clothes that my Mom had stored away. Some of them + were girl clothes, since Mom had gotten them before I was born. Collete + said, "Oh look, baby clothes! Let's dress the baby!". Lisa said, "He can be + OUR baby doll!". + + They started taking off my clothes. I didn't mind because I was too young + to know any better and because I had a crush on both the girls. They + dressed me in diapers, the old cloth kind with big pins, and put a faded + blue bonnet on my head. + + Collete and Lisa took me out to show our mom's their handiwork. My mom's + friend, Mrs. Sharlton, saw me first, "Oh look, how cute! Aren't they all + adorable?". My mom turned around, and smiled, and said she still thought of + me as her baby. She smiled at Collete and Lisa, and said, "Well, if he goes + in the diapers, you'll have to clean him up girls!". Both my Mom and her + friend thought this was hilarious. + + The girls took me back into my room, and spent the rest of the afternoon + dressing me in my sister's and my old clothes. We kept parading back out to + show our mom's, and they never cared whether I was wearing girl's clothes + or boy's. I loved all the attention, and Collete and Lisa loved having a + "real live doll". Soon the afternoon was almost over, and my mom came into + to tell us to get me back into my regular clothes. She smiled, and said, + "We don't want his father to catch him like this, do we?". + + + Collete + ------------------------------------------------------------------- + Mom and Mrs. Burl were talking, so Lisa and I went with Johnny to play + in his room. We watched him play with his toys, but that was boring + too. Lisa and I started looking around, and found some baby clothes in + the dresser. They were cute, so I looked over at Johnny and said + "Let's dress him in these! That'll be more fun than this." Lisa said + that sounded OK. + + We went over to Johnny, and I told him we were going to play "baby". + He looked at me and nodded. I reached down and stood him up, and then + we took off his clothes. Johnny just stood there while we did it. When + we took off his underwear Lisa giggled and said, "Look at that! It's a + boy thing." We touched it, and then I said, "We've got to dress the + baby." We picked out some big diapers, and had Johnny lie down while + we pinned it on him. We put a bonnet on his head, but it was a little + small and looked funny. + + Johnny looked just like a baby when we finished, so we told him to + talk like a baby and say "goo-goo". He laughed and started babbling. + This was a lot more fun that the other stuff we had been doing! Lisa + wanted to take him out and show mom, but I wasn't sure that was a good + idea. Mom or Mrs. Burl might get mad and make us stop. But Lisa + grabbed Johnny by the hand, and he followed her out to the living + room. + + My mom saw us first, and she said we were all adorable. Mrs. Burl + turned around, and I was real afraid. But she only laughed and said + "Johnny is always my baby." She smiled at us and told us to be careful + or we'd have to change Johnny's diapers for real! + + We went back to Johnny's room and spent the rest of the afternoon + dressing him in all the clothes we found. Every once in a while we'd + play "doctor" and touch his little thing, but that wasn't a lot of fun + after the first few times. + + It was fun having Johnny do every thing we said, though. We kept + taking him out to show Mom and Mrs. Burl, and they always laughed and + smiled whether we had him dressed as a baby, or a boy, or a girl. + + We were still dressing Johnny when Mrs. Burl came in. She told us to + get Johnny dressed in his regular clothes again before his daddy came + home. She said "we don't want him to catch us, do we?" Lisa and I + thought it was great to share a secret with a grown-up woman. Mrs. + Burl helped put all the stuff away while we got Johnny back in his + real clothes. + + On the way home, I asked mom when we were going back. Mom laughed, and + asked, "Did you have fun playing with Johnny today?" I told her it was + fun, and she asked me what I liked best. I told her, "I liked telling + him what to do, and he always did it!" Mom laughed, and then Lisa said + she liked dressing him. + + I asked Mom several times over the next few weeks when we were going + again, and finally she said she'd call Mrs. Burl and find out. I + listened to her while she talked to Mrs. Burl on the phone. They + chatted about stuff for a bit, and then Mom asked about us, "Maryanne, + the girls have been bugging me about when we're coming to visit you + again. [pause] Oh, they had fun playing with Johnny! [pause] Well, + Collete really liked telling Johnny what to wear and say. Lisa just + liked dressing him up. [pause] [Mom laughs] Oh, I thought he was so + cute. They were all adorable. [pause] Well, I thought I'd call and see + what you say. I don't mind if you don't. [pause] [Mom laughs] Well, + you can never train them too young! Ok, we'll drop by tomorrow for an + hour or two. We can chat more then. [pause] OK, bye." + + Mom turned to me, and said "Mrs. Burl said we could come over and + visit for a few hours tomorrow. She and I can talk while you girls + play with Johnny. Go get your sister, and we'll talk about it." I ran + out to find Lisa, and told her we were going to play with Johnny again + and to come quick because Mom wanted to talk to us. Lisa and I ran + back back. Mom told us both, "Mrs. Burl says you can play with Johnny + tomorrow. You can play dress up if you want to. She says she doesn't + mind as long as Johnny doesn't care, but you mustn't tell anyone. + Don't tell Mr. Burl or your father or any of your friends. Do you + understand?" Both Lisa and I nodded eagerly, and we spent the rest of + the afternoon talking about what we were going to do. + + Johnny + --------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Lisa and Collete and their mom came over again a few weeks later, and of + course they took me back into my bedroom and started undressing and + dressing me. After awhile, Mrs. Sharlton came in and said it was time to + go. The girls complained, saying they weren't done with me yet, and + couldn't they stay longer? My mom came in to see what the fuss was about. + She said I looked cute, and it was a shame the girls couldn't play longer. + Mrs. Sharlton looked at my mom, and said, "Well, I have to stay home + tomorrow, but I can come pick him up for the day. The girls can dress him + up in their old clothes. How'd you like a day off?" My mom smiled, and said + "Sure, and I'll come over to see how good a job they've done!". + + Lisa ------------------------------------------------------------ + We went over to visit Johnny again. Mommy told us we could play with + him and dress him, but we mustn't tell anyone. It was our secret. + Collete was very happy. I think she liked bossing him around. I didn't + mind though because then she didn't try to boss me. I liked dressing + him up. As soon as we said hello to Mrs. Burl, we ran back to Johnny's + room to find him. + + We played. Sometimes I'd touch Johnny's thing and giggle because it + was so funny to watch and touch. Collete would try to shush me. She + was afraid Mrs. Burl would hear us and find out and get mad and make + us stop playing with Johnny. + + Mom came in and told us it was time to go. Collete got really upset + because she was having so much fun. I didn't want to go either. Mrs. + Burl came in because of the noise. She looked at Johnny and said we'd + made him cute. She said she was sorry we didn't have any more time to + play with him. My mom told her she would take him to our house + tomorrow, and we could play with him there if it was OK. Mrs. Burl + said it was OK with her, and she'd come over to see how well we did. I + giggled again because we only had girl's clothes at our house! + + Johnny + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + So I went over to Collete's and Lisa's house the next day. We played + dress-up again, but they only had girl clothes at their house. Their mom + sat and watched for awhile. She was amused and had a smile on her face the + whole time. She even helped undress me and dress me up a couple of times, + and put some eyeshadow on me to make me look more like a girl. Collete and + Lisa took me for a walk around the block, and when we got back my mom was + there. She looked at me and said, "He's so cute as a girl! And so quiet, + too! You can have him over to play anytime you want!". Lisa and Collete got + very excited. + + Linda Sharlton + ----------------------------------------------------------- + I picked up Johnny the next day and brought him over. Maryanne and I + talked for a little before we left. Both of us were amused. Maryanne + didn't seem to mind about how the girls were dressing Johnny, "If he + doesn't mind, why should I? He's too young yet for it to make a + difference! Besides, if they weren't playing together somewhere where + we were near, they'd all probably be playing "doctor" somewhere where + we wouldn't know what's happening!" We laughed over that. I told her + how amused I was to see Collete boss him around. She laughed, "Well, + at least she's learned the natural order early in life!". + + I watched the kids play for awhile after we came back. Johnny's such a + pretty child, having many of Maryanne's best features. He has fine + dark brown hair, and her creamy white complexion. The girls were + dressing him up, and since we only had their old clothes, he was + really wearing a dress. I couldn't help but think that he would make a + pretty girl. I pulled some make-up from my purse, and touched his + eyebrows up a bit and he was really lovely. + + It was funny to watch the girls play with him. Lisa was interested in + dressing him up and getting him "just so". That's funny because she's + a bit of a tom-boy and usually doesn't care much about what she's + wearing herself! She was also intrigued by Johnny's little equipment. + She kept looking, and would reach down and touch him when she thought + I wasn't looking. + + Collete was having fun, too, but in a different way. She was more + interested in getting Johnny to do what she wanted. Oh, of course + she'd look at him when he was naked, but she wasn't as thrilled about + that as Lisa was. She and Lisa were getting on better, too, while + playing with Johnny. Collete and Lisa would discuss everything, and + then Collete would tell him what to do. + + I helped them once or twice, and then I left them alone while I went + to do some chores. I left the door open so I could hear them. They + were talking up a storm, and would giggle quite a bit. I kept peeking + in, but all was well. Johnny was enjoying all the attention immensely. + + Maryanne came over in the middle of the afternoon. We sat in the + kitchen chatting over coffee. She asked how things had been going, and + I told her - everything. She didn't seem upset or mad or even + particularly concerned. We let the kids be while we took it easy for + awhile. We talked about housework, our husband's jobs, our husbands. + Naturally we started talking about some intimate details, and some of + the things we'd tried lately. That's when Maryanne told me that she'd + talked her husband into wearing lingerie, and she liked it! I was + surprised, and even more surprised when I felt myself get a little wet + over the thought. "Hmm, that does sound a bit exciting. I don't think + I'll ever get my husband to try that, though. Sounds like you two had + fun!" Maryanne replied, "Oh, I liked the way it looked and felt, but + hubby decided it doesn't suit him. I keep trying to talk him into + doing it again." That's when it hit me why Maryanne didn't mind too + much about Johnny wearing girl's clothes! + + We talked a little longer, and then Maryanne had to leave before her + hubbie came home. We walked up to Collete's room and walked in. They + were still playing quietly, and Johnny was really dressed up pretty. + Maryanne looked at him and gushed, "Oh, he's never been so cute as + this! And he's playing so quietly and gently too! You can have him + over to play whenever you want, maybe he'll learn how to stay this + way!" I leaned over and whispered in Maryanne's ear, "You might have + more fun dressing than we do, but at least I can watch this!" She + grinned at me. + + + Johnny + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + We saw Lisa and Collete and their mom fairly often, and sometimes we played + dress up and sometimes we did other things. I used to go over to their + house a couple of times a month, and they'd dress me up as a girl for the + day. I still had a crush on all of them, including Mrs. Sharlton. This went + on for several years, until I was 9. + + Lisa was almost 10, and Collete was know 12. I was over at their house, and + they thought it would be fun to dress me up as a baby again. I said "no + way, I'm too old for that now!". Mrs. Sharlton came in because we were + arguing, and had started to fight. She saw me hit Lisa, and she said + "What's going on here!", and grabbed us all and made us tell her. She + turned to me and said very angrily, "You do what Lisa and Collete tell you + when you're told to do it, or you won't come over anymore!" She pulled me + over her knee, and pulled down my panties (yes, I was dressed as a girl), + and spanked my bare bottom hard. + + She didn't hit me that hard, but I was mortified. Looking at my face, which + was all knotted up in anger and embarrassment, she patted my bottom and ran + her hands over my butt to soothe it off. She said, "It didn't hurt that + bad, did it? Would you rather Lisa and Collete spanked you?" I shook my + head no, and she said, "Then you'd better listen to what they say! I don't + want to here anymore fighting from up here!" + + Mrs. Sharlton left, but I didn't want to play anymore. I was angry, so of + course we got into a fight again! She came back up, and pulled me over her + knee again, and pulled down my panties, and spanked me again! She looked at + Collete, and said, "Would you like to learn how to give a spanking?" + Collete was watching wide-eyed, and nodded "YES!". Mrs. Sharlton then told + her to come over to us. She was now rubbing my butt with a nice smooth + stroke. She held my legs down with one arm, and her other arm was holding + my back. "Hold your arm over your head, that's right. Now, your hand must + be flat, and swing from the wrist. Give it a try. That's good, but don't + use your whole arm, just your hand. That's good." Collete hit me lots of + times, and I was crying. Mrs. Sharlton reached down and patted my face, and + said "That really doesn't hurt, does it?" She said it in a very nice voice, + and I was surprised when I realized that it really didn't! She went on, "In + fact, that feels pretty nice, doesn't it? Don't you like Collete to spank + you?" I nodded yes, not believing that it was actually nice! "Why don't you + let Lisa spank you now? Would you like that?" I said, "Yes please, I'd like + her to spank me!" + + Lisa said, "Yes, I want to try!" Collete moved out of the way, and Lisa + spanked me as I lay on her mother's lap. When she was done, Mrs. Sharlton + stood me up. She pulled up my dress around my waist, and pulled my panties + down the rest of the way to my feet. She said, "Don't you like this? Here, + turn around and let me see you butt. Yes, it's nice and red now!" I turned + around, pleased that everyone was smiling and looking at me. Mrs. Sharlton + then said, "Now, since you've been so bad today, I want you to leave your + panties off so Collete and Lisa can spank you again if you're bad. Girls, + give me a call if you have to punish him again!". Mrs. Sharlton then left. + + Collete and Lisa were giggling and laughing and touching my butt. Their + hands felt nice and cool to me, and I enjoyed the little caresses on my + ass. They continued dressing me up, but now they always left the panties + off. + + My mother came to pick me up later, and came up to see how I looked before + I changed. I was wearing a frilly little dress, with bits of lace and + ruffles. She was admiring how I looked and talking to Mrs. Sharlton when + Lisa said, "And he was bad today, so we got to spank her!". My mother + paused, and said, "She was bad?" Lisa said yes, and then Collete pulled up + my dress and said, "See? He's not wearing any panties in case he needs + another spanking!" My mother smiled, and said, "Well, I hope you did a good + job then!" Lisa piped in, "Oh yes, Mother showed us how to do it and he + liked us to spank him!". My mother smiled again, and turned to her friend, + and said "Perhaps we should see how they do it?" Mrs. Sharlton smiled, and + said "Well, I think we could allow them to spank him again today. It was + fun, wasn't it girls?" Lisa and Collete said "Yes!", and I said "Please, + mommy?". So Mrs. Sharlton pulled me over her lap, pulled up my dress, and + spanked me. Then my mom said, "My turn", and pulled me over to her. She + spanked me too, though not as hard as when she's mad at me. Then Mrs. + Sharlton pulled me back over while Lisa spanked me, and finally my mom held + me while Collete spanked me. + + That was all for the day. I started to get ready to go home. My mom went in + the other room and was talking to Mrs. Sharlton for a half hour or so + before she was ready to go. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + Johnny had been over at Linda's house, and I went over to pick him up. + The girls were going dress him up again, and he'd been eager to go + over. + + I didn't mind him dressing. He was so much better behaved when he came + home, and usually stayed that way for several days. He could be a real + monster when he wasn't behaving, and lately he had been more + misbehaving than! + + Johnny also looked real pretty when he was wearing a dress. I + developed a little secret thrill every time I saw him like that, and + had to restrain myself from playing with this "doll" myself. How + unlike the everyday boy I lived with! + + I went over to pick him up, and of course Linda and I chatted in the + kitchen over a cup of coffee. Linda told me that they'd been fighting, + and had spanked Johnny right there in front of the girls. "I'm not + surprised, considering how he's been lately. I hope you gave him a + good whaling. Maybe having the girls watch won't hurt either." Linda + said, "Oh, I was so angry I pulled his panties down when I spanked + him. And then they had another fight and this time I had the girls + spank him!" I was a little surprised over that, "Well, how did they + take that? Collete's almost at 'that' age!" Linda grinned, "Oh, they + loved it! Collete especially appreciated it. I think it helped burn + off some of the "sex" energy she's starting to develop. Lisa has to do + what her sister does, so she took a turn too. I think I can honestly + say we all enjoyed giving Johnny something to remember his manners + by!" Linda was grinning, and I felt a thrill inside myself, too. "How + did Johnny take it? Was he terribly upset?" Linda grinned even more, + "Oh, I had a little talk with him and it seems that Johnny likes + having the girls spank him! All in all, I think everyone had a good + time". We were both grinning and laughing, and we had to shush + our-selves before we were heard upstairs. + + We went upstairs to get Johnny, and walked into Collete's room. Linda + was still smiling as we walked in. Johnny looked pretty again today, + and was happy enough. I wasn't going to say anything about the + spanking in front of him or the girls, and I was starting to tell this + to Linda when Lisa interrupted us: "She was bad, and we had to spank + her!" That took my breath away, and I had to repeat what I'd heard, + "SHE was bad?" Lisa immediately nodded, and then Collete pulled up + Johnny's dress to show me that he wasn't wearing any panties in case + he was bad again! I didn't quite know how to handle this gender + change, so all I said was, "I hope you did a good job." Lisa was + obviously proud of what happened, because she immediately told me that + Linda had showed them how, and that Johnny liked it! Collete was + looking alarmed now, obviously afraid I would get angry and take her + "toy" away. In order to reassure Collete, I smiled and said, "Well + maybe we should watch you do it, to make sure everything is all + right?" Linda smiled at this, "Would you girls find that fun to do?" + Both immediately replied "yes", and then Johnny spoke up and asked + "Please let them, mommy?" + + I didn't see any further harm being done at that point, so I nodded. + Linda sat down on the bed, and Johnny went over to her. She pulled up + his dress, and then bent him over her lap. He seemed eager, and was + actually smiling as she slapped his white bottom until it was pink. I + was amazed, not at Johnny, but at myself. I was really getting excited + watching Linda spank my son. I could feel myself getting moist, so + when she was done, I told her it was my turn! She handed him over, and + he lay down on my lap without a complaint! I slapped his little + bottom, and got even wetter still as I felt him wiggling against my + legs. I was almost breathless from excitement when I was done. Linda + took him back, and I watched Lisa give him a spanking while her mother + held him. I couldn't resist, so I took him back and held him while + Collete spanked him. Collete had gotten over her fear, and was really + enjoying herself. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting by holding + my son while he was being spanked! + + Linda and I went to have a talk while Johnny was getting ready to + leave. "I can't believe how much I liked that!", I told her. Linda had + a sexy grin, "I thought it was fun, and it was a real kick watching + the girls. They're going to be real sophisticates when they get older! + Did you get as hot as I did watching them do it?" I nodded emphatic + agreement, and we both laughed at this, and then Linda added, "I can't + wait until I get my husband alone. I'm really going to pour it on + tonight!" I nodded agreement, and told her that I didn't think it + would be quite as fun if Johnny hadn't obviously enjoyed it too. + + I was still concerned about what Lisa had called Johnny, and asked + Linda about that, "Why did Lisa call Johnny 'she'?" Linda looked + puzzled, and then replied, "It must be because she's such a perfect + little girl when she's all dressed up. I guess it just seems right, + somehow. After all, you wouldn't want us to call him 'Johnny' when we + take him out in public, do you?" I was surprised again, "In public? + Where do you take him?" "Oh, the girls take him for a walk around the + block sometimes after he's all dressed. No one's noticed anything + unusual, and I've heard several comments about what a pretty and sweet + young girl he is." I had to think about that for a second, and while I + was thinking about that I had another little thrill about Johnny + wearing panties in public. "How perfect! Maybe you should start + training him in earnest if he's so good at it. What do you think?" + Linda stared at me, and smiled as she said, "I always wanted to train + a man to treat a woman right! Sounds like a lot of fun. We could teach + him to be a perfect little lady in public, and nice and obedient in + private. Sounds like a lot of fun, and a dream come true!" We both + laughed at the thought, and I said, "Well, you better teach the girls + to call her 'Joanie' when she's dressed." + + Linda and I talked over the phone about 'Joanie' and the girls several + times. We were both intrigued, and I realized that I was excited about + Joanie going out in public wearing panties. My husband was pleasantly + surprised by my enthusiasm during the next week, and I released myself + by having him in my cunt, while thinking about Joanie wearing a dress. + + It was almost two weeks before Linda called me again about having + 'Joanie' over. I immediately agreed, and asked Linda to bring over the + dress I had last seen Joanie in. "I'll bring her over myself, and I'll + talk to her about her behavior." Linda dropped off the outfit that + night. + + The next day I called Johnny into his bedroom. I pulled out the dress, + and told him to put it on. He obeyed me without question! I admired + the way 'she' now looked, and then pulled her over. I lifted her dress + and gazed at her little ass. I could barely restrain myself from + giving her more than a token swat. I was all wet as I gave 'her' a + little talk about panties, and doing whatever Collete and Lisa and + Linda said, without argument. I gave her the panties, and she put them + on, and we drove over to Linda's. + + I was really hot in the car, thinking about Joanie and her panties in + public. I kept squirming myself against the vinyl car seat, and just + stopped at Linda's long enough to drop Joanie off. I stayed for just a + few minutes, and then hurried home to take a nice long soak in the + tub, and perform some "relaxing magic" on myself before I exploded! + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + It was a few weeks before I went over again. Before we left, my mom pulled + out a bag and said, "Let's go to your room." When we got there, she opened + the bag and pulled out the frilly dress that I had been wearing last time I + was at Collete's and Lisa's. She told me to put in on, and helped zip it up + in the back. She then pulled up the dress and gave me a light swat on my + backside, and said, "When you're with the girls, you're not to wear any + underwear unless they say so. However, when you go somewhere else, or + someone else is there, you're to wear panties. Understand?" I nodded yes, + and then asked why I was wearing the dress before we left. My mom said she + was taking me to Collete's and Lisa's, but they had company over. "So, + behave like a good little girl until Mrs Sharlton's friends leave. Lisa and + Collete will call you 'Joanie' for now so no-one will know our little + secret." She then handed me the panties and I put them on. + + When we arrived, Mrs. Sharlton was in the living room with her friend. She + looked over, and told me "Join the girls upstairs, Joanie." My mom sat + down, and I went upstairs. My mom left after awhile, and Collete had made + me to take my panties off since I was upstairs. Later, Lisa wanted to spank + me, but Collete said "We've got to ask mommy first, remember?" So we all + trooped downstairs. Her mother was cleaning up from the company, and said + "I'll be up in a few minutes, girls, wait until then. In the meanwhile, + make Joanie hold her dress over her head." Mrs. Sharlton smiled, and added, + "I think you girls can find something to do with her until I get there?" + + When she came up, I was standing in the middle of the room with my dress + gathered round my waist. Collete and Lisa had indeed found something to do + with me, and had poked and pulled at me and giggled. I was enjoying the + coolness of the air on my skin, and couldn't wait until they spanked me and + made me red-hot. Mrs. Sharlton sat down and looked at me. She said, slowly, + "That looks like it feels good. I'm going to do it too". She stood up + again, pulled her dress to her hips, and rolled down her nylons and + panties. I only got a glimpse before her dress fell down again, but I was + riveted. She noticed me looking, and smiled. "Are little boys supposed to + look at women?" "No, Mrs. Sharlton", I was half-stuttering. "Then, now I + guess we'll HAVE to spank you, won't we?" "Yes, Mrs. Sharlton" I said. + "Well, come over here and lay down across my lap." She beckoned me over, + and as she sat down on the edge of the bed she pulled her dress up so her + legs were bare. I could see a dark triangle going down between her legs, + where they were held tightly together. I laid down, and she pulled my dress + up over my head. As soon as I was down, she moved her legs apart to hold me + better. I could feel the hotness coming from between them. I turned to look + at her, and she smiled into my face as she smacked my butt. She smacked me + several times; not enough to really hurt, but hard enough to sting. Then + she looked over at Lisa, "Are you first today?" Lisa nodded yes, and came + over. She looked down at my butt, and "Can I take off my panties too, + mommy?" Mrs. Sharlton frowned for a second, and then said, "Yes dear, why + not?" So Lisa, and also Collete, reached under their dresses and pulled + their panties down too. + + Lisa started spanking me, when her mother said, "Wait, dear, you should + stand with your legs apart. It will give you more balance when you swing." + Lisa nodded, moved her legs, and spanked me again and again. It was + Collete's turn next, and she seemed to enjoy spanking me even more than + Lisa did. + + When they were done spanking me, Collete asked "Can we spank him anywhere + else, mommy?" Her mother frowned slightly, and said, "Where else would you + spank him?" Collete turned red, and reached under my dress and said "on his + thing!" Mrs. Sharlton looked thoughtful, "No dear, that's not a good idea. + You'll all have to wait until you're much older for that!" Collete pouted, + but Lisa spoke up, "Can I let him spank me? I want to feel it!" Mrs. + Sharlton frowned, and said "Absolutely not! Boys don't spank girls, girls + spank boys! But come here, and I'll show you what you can have him do." She + lifted me up, and then had Lisa lie over the edge of the bed. She lifted + Lisa's dress until her bottom showed, and pulled me over. She picked up my + hand and ran it over Lisa's smooth bottom. Talking to me she said, "You + never, never, never touch a girl unless she asks you, and then you do + EXACTLY as she says, understand? Or if you don't, then you'll be really + punished in a way you won't ever forget! Now", in more gentler tones, + "isn't she nice and soft?" I nodded, rapt. "This is the prettiest thing + you'll ever do, so you've got to do whatever she tells you. Understand?" I + nodded again. "Lisa, tell Joanie to kiss you on the butt". Lisa's voice + came out muffled and giggly, but she said firmly "Joanie, kiss my butt!" I + slowly leaned over, and kissed it. "Kiss it again! All over!" So I did. + When Lisa was done, Collete came over and eagerly laid down and lifted her + own dress and commanded me "Kiss my butt!". She giggled and laughed too, + but she also seemed to enjoy it more. + + Collete + ---------------------------------------------------------- + The last time Johnny had been over was great! My mother had spanked + him, and turned his butt red, and then made him like it! I had spanked + him too, and I still thought about the lovely way his butt "smacked" + when I hit it, and the way it felt in my hand. It had gotten all warm + and hot, and I knew how much that hurts. + + I had been scared when Mrs. Burl walked in and Lisa spilled the beans, + but she only seemed happier than before. We had all sat down and + spanked Johnny together. Mrs. Burl had even held Johnny when it was my + turn. It was real nice the way his butt was red, and the way he + bounced on his mother's lap whenever I spanked him. It made me feel a + little strange down in my legs. + + Mom didn't talk about what had happened. She just never mentioned the + subject. Lisa and I talked about it several times, and it was almost + as good as doing it again. Lisa's such a tom-boy I think that she just + liked the hitting part. + + Mom eventually called Lisa and I into the kitchen one day, and had a + talk with us. "Johnny's coming over to play tomorrow. Will you be glad + to see him again?" Lisa and I both grinned, and said, "Oh yes." I + added a comment about "Wait until I get his butt this time!", and Mom + laughed. Mom went on, "Mrs. Burl thinks that Johnny needs a little + 'training' in behavior. When he comes over tomorrow he'll already be + in a dress. Whenever he's wearing a dress, you must call him 'Joanie', + and call him 'her' or 'she' and treat her just like a girl. Of course + she'll still be a boy, but Mrs. Burl wants you to teach her to act + just like a girl whenever she's dressed. You must teach her to obey + whatever you say, as soon as you say it." Lisa had a question, "If she + doesn't do what we want, can we spank her?" "Yes, dear, as much as you + want. However, you must ask me first before spanking her, or I won't + let you play with her this way. Can you remember all of this?" Lisa + and I both agreed, and spent an hour discussing what we were going to + do when 'Joanie' came over. + + We were upstairs in my room when Joanie arrived. She came up and + knocked at the door, and I said, "Joanie! I'm soooo glad to see you!" + She blushed when I said this, and walked into the room. She was + wearing an old dress of mine, and looked OK, but she could look + better. + + Lisa and I had already picked out the first dress, and started taking + all of Joanie's clothes off. Joanie moved wherever we told her, and + stayed in that position while we worked on her. When she was naked, I + looked over at Lisa and grinned, and then patted Joanie's butt. Lisa + put her hand on the other side, and rubbed it too. We both giggled + when Joanie twitched it, and she giggled too. + + We dressed Joanie up, and I put a little of my make-up on her. She + looked better with some peach lip-stick on. We didn't put any panties + on her, since she was in my room. When we were done, Lisa wanted to + spank her, "Do you want a spanking, Joanie?" Joanie nodded, and + replied, "I like feeling your hands. You can spank me all you want." I + felt that funny feeling again, and I wanted to spank her too, but I + reminded Lisa we had to ask mom first. We all went downstairs. Mom was + doing some cleaning, and I asked "Joanie wants a spanking. Can we give + her one now?" Mom looked at Joanie, and said, "My, doesn't she look + nice. You'll have to wait a few minutes before I can come up. While + you're waiting, why don't you make Joanie stand in your room with her + dress held up? I'm sure you can think of some things to do until I get + there!" + + So we made Joanie stand in the room with her dress held up. She liked + that, because Lisa and I patted her butt. Lisa also touched his thing + a few times. I touched his dick too, and pulled it a little. It felt + different, and I wondered if Mom would let us play with that part. + + Mom came in and sat down on the bed. She looked at Joanie for a + minute, and then said, "That looks comfortable". She stood up and took + her own panties off and sat down again. I thought Joanie's eyes were + going to bug out! Mom was really smiling when she called Joanie over, + and pulled up her dress before leaning him over. She let her lay right + over her bare legs. Mom was really teasing her, and poor Joanie didn't + know what to do! This was almost as good as spanking. Mom spanked her + good then, but I knew I could do better. But Mom called over Lisa + first, and helped her with some hints. Lisa asked if we could take off + our panties too, and we both did. It was my turn then. It felt strange + to be naked under my dress, while spanking a boy on my mother's lap. I + spanked Joanie long and hard, and it was really neat. + + When I was done, I looked at Joanie. She was standing up now, and I + thought about his dick again. It had been so good spanking his butt, + that I asked Mom about it: "Can I spank him anywhere?" Mom wasn't sure + what I meant, so I touched Joanie right on her dick in front of Mom, + and Mom didn't even care! Mom said we couldn't, not until we were + older, and I couldn't wait until we WERE older so we could do even + more things with Joanie. + + Lisa wanted to have Joanie spank her, but mom said Absolutely Not! She + had Lisa lie down, and showed us how we could make Joanie kiss our + butts. She kissed Lisa's until it was pink and wet all over. I didn't + wait for Mom to ask me, I laid down and enjoyed it as Joanie kissed my + butt like I told her. + + + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + I didn't go over as often as I used to, because of school and friends. I + usually saw the girls about four or five times a year. Every time I did go + over, though, they'd dress me up. Sometimes they'd spank me, and sometimes + they'd make me kiss their butts. Sometimes I didn't get spanked or get to + do anything else, and sometimes of course I didn't even get to dress up. We + did other things; barbecues, pool parties, fourth of July, etc. + + But I did get pretty good at dressing as a girl, and moving and talking + like one and so forth. Sometimes my mom would come over early, and everyone + would take a turn spanking me. My mom never made me kiss her butt, though + she'd watch the girls and laugh when I did it to them. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + Joanie was developing into a nice young lady. The girls were having + fun, too. They were still dressing her up, but had started some other + fun and games as well. Joanie liked to be spanked, and sometimes I'd + join in when I was there. The girls almost always took off their + panties when they spanked her, and I could see her eyes follow them + around. Linda had taught Joanie well, she'd would do almost anything + they asked without question. They'd even taught Joanie to kiss and + lick their little rears! + + We often got together as families, too. Johnny always behaved (and + sometimes mis-behaved) exactly as a boy at these times. The strange + thing was that Collete and Lisa and Johnny were just as good friends + as they were when he was Joanie. There was a real attachment between + the three of them, and I could see it was strong. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + Of course, Collete and Lisa changed in the next years to follow. I got to + see their bra's and panties and stuff, but I never got to see any of the + stuff inside closer up. Even when I was kissing their butt, I didn't really + get to see the other parts. Mrs. Sharlton was used to having me around too. + I used to see her in her bra and panties sometimes as she moved around in + her room or came in to see what was happening. But I never really got a + good look at her, either. + + The next really big change came when I was a little more than 13. I was + starting to change myself, and Collete was now 15 and Lisa was 14. I was + really getting more and more interested in what their shapes were, and they + were getting more and more secretive, which I guess is natural for girls. + + Anyway, we were playing dress-up again, for the first time in a long time. + It must have been over six months since we had last played. Collete and + Lisa were dressing me in much more sophisticated clothes. They had just put + a heavy training bra on me, and started giggling. Lisa said, "Well, I guess + we'll have to put some kleenex in to make it shape right!". I wasn't one to + pass up a chance at a remark, so I gave her a sly look and said "Yeah, + that's what you use, right?" Lisa looked at me, and then looked at me a + little closer, and then looked at me with a look that said "prey". She + unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it aside to show the front of her bra. I + could see faint pink circles showing through, but that was all as it was a + padded like mine. It had a little pink ribbon, and a little plastic hook on + the front. She looked at me again, and giggled, and pulled open the hook. I + could see the valley between her breasts, but that was all. Collete was + giggling, and then Lisa started giggling too. + + Lisa + ------------------------------------------------------------ + Mom had had several talks with me, about changes, and breasts, and my + vagina, and what they were for and about sex. She had given me several + books, some with pictures, and I had looked at them and understood + what it was all about, but I'd never really felt any different. + + Then we were dressing Joanie one day, and she said I "had kleenex in + my bra". We were always joking around and talking when we played, but + this hit me - Joanie was also a boy! And he wanted to see my breasts! + I got a bit tingly inside, and my bra seemed tighter and warmer + suddenly. I looked at him, and thought "Why not?". Mom had always said + we could play whatever we wanted to with Joanie. I unbuttoned my + blouse, and Joanie just looked at me with those big eyes of hers. + Collete was looking at me too, but she was smiling her "I dare you" + smile, so I did it. I put my hand up to my bra, and pulled apart the + hook so it hung open a little. That didn't help much, cause my chest + still felt warm and tight. My legs were tingling too. + + That's when Mom walked in. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + Mrs. Sharlton was in her bedroom. She came in to see what was so funny, and + found us there. Lisa was almost ready to open her bra the whole way when + she walked in. Having Mrs. Sharlton there was even more galvanizing, and + for the first time I had a "male reflex". Dad had talked to me about it, + but I hadn't really understood everything, so I didn't really know what was + happening to me. + + Mrs. Sharlton watched our tableaux for a few minutes, with a slight + provocative smile on her face. She noticed right off that I was having an + erection - after all, I was wearing a tight formal evening gown of sheer + nylon, and they're not built to contain that type of movement! A minute or + so later, Lisa looked down from my face, and almost gasped! She started + breathing a bit harder, and that's when Mrs. Sharlton started talking. + + "Well, it's time to stop playing games! Girls! listen to me. Joanie! it's + time that you learned how to treat a woman!" With those words, she walked + over to the bed and sat down. She was breathing a little harder, and her + eyes sparkled. She stood up again, and pulled up her dress, and pulled down + her panties! She sat down again, and told me to come over. She pulled up on + my dress, but it was a tight fit, so she told me to take it off. Collete + came over and unzipped it, and I stood in front of Mrs. Sharlton in a bra + and panties. My hard-on was pushing through the cotton crotch, away from my + body. + + Mrs. Sharlton looked at Lisa, and said, "Go get a small bucket of ice from + the kitchen, honey. And some towels from the bathroom." We waited in + silence until Lisa returned, and then Mrs. Sharlton pulled down my panties. + I was embarrassed, I didn't know what was happening, and I tried to hide my + hard-on with my hand. Mrs. Sharlton reached over and knocked my hand away, + + "We want to see it, Joanie dear. Don't do anything unless we tell you to!". + Collete and Lisa moved to the side to get a better view. They were all + flush faced, but giggling too. + + She looked up at my face, and said sweetly, "The girls didn't tell you to + do this, did they dear?" I mumbled, "No ma'am". "Well, then you know what + happens when you're bad, don't you?" I answered back, "Yes ma'am". She + pulled me over her lap, and then motioned Lisa away from the side my face + was on. "Take off your shirt, dear. Now take off your bra. Collete, give + her that new shirt I bought you a few weeks ago. The white one. Put that + on, Lisa. Now come over here," and she motioned to the floor next to my + face. "Now, honey, do you want to see Joanie get excited?" Lisa nodded. + "Now, sloowwly open your blouse, a little bit at a time." As Lisa opened + her blouse, her mother SMACKED me hard on the ass. It felt good! Lisa + opened her blouse all the way, and I could see all of her breasts. She took + them in her hands, and massaged them a little bit. Every few seconds Mrs. + Sharlton would SMACK me on the ass. Lisa was starting to breathe real hard, + and turn a dull red. Mrs. Sharlton stopped her, and said, "Now YOU spank + him!". Lisa hurried over and brought her hand back and and hit my ass. + "Harder, dear, harder! As hard as you can!". Lisa hit as hard as she could, + and boy did it hurt! It also felt really good! Lisa must have spanked me + for a good five minutes before she slowed down. Mrs. Sharlton smiled a very + knowing smile, and said, "That's the best way to treat a boy! I'll teach + you some more tricks in a few minutes. But first we have to take care of + Joanie!". + + She rolled me onto the floor, so that I was standing on my feet. My panties + were around my knees, and my face was red with excitement! My butt was red + from both excitement and the spanking; it hurt and felt good all at the + same time. My erection was harder than ever, and jutted out from my body. + Of course, I was only 13, so it wasn't much of an erection. + + "Collete, come over here. Remember asking about spanking this years ago?" + Collete nodded. She was wide-eyed, and staring at my penis. "Well, now's + the time! You can't spank it, or you'll damage it, but you CAN have fun!". + Mrs. Sharlton reached her hand around my front. Lisa moved over to see, + too, and she had a smile on her face. Mrs. Sharlton put her hand around my + balls, surrounding them, and squeezed gently. "This is where the sperm is + made. They're sensitive like your nipples, but even more so." Collete + reached over to try it, and her mother moved her hand away. She smiled + approval at her daughter as she fingered my balls, moving them this way and + that in their sacks. Lisa reached over too, and they shared them both. + Collete then took the ball she was holding, and started squeezing! I gasped + as the fire started, and leaned backwards so that my hips jutted outward. + Mrs. Sharlton smiled, "Isn't he such a little slut?". Lisa nodded, and + squeezed the other one. "That's enough, dear, there's lots more to do! But + first, we'll have to cool Joanie down if we want to play any more with her. + Collete, get the ice." Collete brought the ice, and her mother picked up a + cube, and placed it gently against my balls. It felt good; both fiery and + cold after the squeezing and spanking. Soon, my erection was gone and I was + back to normal. Mrs. Sharlton put down the ice cube, and cupped my little + dick in her hands. "It's much cuter this way, isn't it? Though it can be + fun when it's hard, too. You can still squeeze it when it's soft. Collete, + now you can spank the top part, or pinch the very end a bit." Collete + nodded, and eagerly reached out to cup me. She squeezed the whole thing, + and then pulled the head towards her until it was stretched. She pinched + the end, and then brought her other hand slapping against it! She played a + few more minutes, and then reluctantly let go. + + Mrs. Sharlton looked at Collete. She knew that it wasn't enough, yet. "Why + don't you take off your blouse, dear? Leave your panties on for awhile. + Lisa, come over here and hold this. You can squeeze it or pinch it, and + spank her too, but if she does anything she's not supposed to, make it hurt + real hard!" She turned towards Collete, who had her top off. She was better + developed than Lisa, and different, too. Her breasts were heavier and + softer and sagged a little bit, and the nipples were dark and big while + Lisa's were pink and small. The very center of the nipple was sticking out. + + Mrs. Sharlton looked at Collete's breasts, and then turned to me and said, + "Lick the ends!" I reached over, and put my hands around Collete's waist, + and... Mrs. Sharlton dug her nails in my butt, HARD, and said, "I didn't + tell you to touch her! Only your tongue!" I started back, and then leaned + forward again. I licked her nipples and tasted them and sucked the ends + like I was told. Collete put her hands on my head and guided me where she + wanted me. The feel of her breast in my mouth, and Lisa's hands on my butt + and dick, made me hot and trembly all over. Occasionally Collete would + gasp, or pull my hair a bit, or Lisa would pinch harder or spank harder. + Collete's nipples were harder and bigger and warmer now. I didn't want it + to ever end. Mrs. Sharlton had other ideas, however. + + "Collete, stop him now. Joanie, get on your hands and knees." I sank to the + floor, glad for the support. Mrs. Sharlton pulled Collete in front of her, + and pulled her panties down to the floor. "Lie on the bed dear, and he'll + lick your butt." She lay down on her stomach, with her legs together, like + she always used to do. "A little closer to the edge. That's right. Joanie, + lick her butt all over! Lisa, his butt is there for you!" I eagerly buried + my face in her butt cheeks. Lisa was alternately stroking my own butt + gently and then slapping it, with a slight sting. Collete was moaning in a + sorta funny way. Mrs. Sharlton reached over, and spread Collete's ass + cheeks apart. "Kiss the hole, Joanie. Lick it real good! That's it. That's + a good boy." I licked Collete's asshole, which I'd never done before. I + kissed it and licked it and tasted the flavors. I'd never seen her this + close! "Collete, open your legs now. All the way, as wide as you can. + Joanie, keep licking. Lick her hair, Joanie." Mrs. Sharlton pushed my head + closer to the bed, into Collete's pussy hair. It smelled hot and sweaty and + salty. She moved my head around by pulling on my hair, so I licked around + Collete's legs, and then sucked on her hairs, and back up to her asshole, + and down to her pussy lips! Mrs. Sharlton kept moving my head around to + where she wanted it by pulling on my hair! I loved it, and suddenly Collete + starting jerking her legs a bit and moaning and it got even more wet. Then + I felt her whole body relax. I got even more excited and tried to push my + mouth deeper into Collete when I suddenly felt my butt being slapped real + hard. I pulled back, and looked up into Lisa's face. Lisa had a real happy + grin on her face, and she was all sweaty all over. Mrs. Sharlton had an + amused smile on her face, too, and she said, "You're a good boy, Joanie. + We'll make you into a real good boy. Now we'd better take care of you + again." + + She stood me up, and my thing was all hard again, even harder, so hard it + was red and throbbing. Lisa quickly got a piece of ice, and without + prodding from her mother placed it against my balls. It started melting + right away, and she rubbed the cold water all over my balls and dick. It + felt good, but quickly became wrinkled and soft. "Oh, I love it! It feels + so squishy soft like this!" Lisa gasped. + + As soon as I was soft, Lisa lay down on the other side of her mother. I + quickly knelt down, without being told, and kissed her ass cheeks and + between them, and swiftly worked down to her cunt. She had soft golden cunt + hair, and there was less of it. Her juices were easier to lick. As soon as + I started licking her pussy, she turned over, and pulled my face between + her legs. This was an easier way to lick her. Mrs. Sharlton was gently + rubbing my swollen and red butt, and occasionally reaching down between my + legs and stroking my dick which was hard again. + + Lisa started moving, too, and moaning, and then relaxed. Mrs. Sharlton + moved me away by pulling backwards on my dick, I didn't have any choice but + follow. When I was far enough away, she let go, and I sat on my heels on + the floor. + + Collete + ------------------------------------------------------------ + Joanie made a funny remark about Lisa when we were putting a bra on + her. I thought Lisa was going to hit Joanie, but instead she opened + her shirt to show her bra. I didn't believe she was doing this, and I + knew she was thinking about taking it off all the way. She had + actually unbuttoned it when Mom walked in. + + I thought that maybe we had gone too far, because we hadn't asked her + first. When I talked with my girl friends at school, we wondered what + it would be like. Even to go all the way. That's when I looked at + Joanie, and looked down. I knew what it was from peeking at the boys + in my class, but I wasn't expecting to see it on Joanie! I guess my + eyes went a little wide, though I tried to keep my cool about it. + + Mom said we weren't going to play games anymore, and then she made + Joanie take off her clothes. I thought at first she meant we had to + stop, but then she pulled down Joanie's panties and actually let us + look at her dick! It didn't look the same anymore. Instead of being + soft and cuddly it was hard and sticking out. Mom slapped Joanie's + hands when she tried to hide it, and said "You have to let us see it, + dear!" I guess both Lisa and I were giggling with shock and I know I + felt like we were doing something naught, knew it was naughty, and + were going to do it anyway. + + Mom asked Joanie if we had told her to have it get hard. How could we + when we didn't know it could? Then she said "We're going to spank you + because they didn't tell you to do it." I wondered if Mom was feeling + like Lisa and I were, because she was flushed and breathing faster + too. + + She made Joanie get on her lap, like she was going to spank her. Then + she didn't, but told Lisa to put on one of my blouses. Lisa took off + her bra and put in on, and then Mom had Lisa stand where Joanie could + see her. Mom asked Lisa, "Do you want to see Joanie get excited?" I + could tell she did! So Lisa took off her blouse and touched her + breasts while Joanie was looking. Mom was spanking Joanie, a lot + harder than she usually does, but Joanie seemed to like it even more. + Joanie couldn't take her eyes off of Lisa for a second. + + Not only Joanie was getting excited, but Lisa obviously was, too. She + was turning pink and breathing heavy, and I could tell she was + touching her breasts more for her own excitement than Joanie's. I + guess Mom saw this too, because she had Lisa stop and come over and + spank Joanie. I had never seen her so eager to do it, and she really + let loose. She was spanking him as hard as she could, and turned his + ass so red that her hands were leaving white marks! I could definitely + smell Lisa now, and she smelled like I did when I touched myself in + bed, but different. When she finally stopped, I could see that her + panties were almost soaking! I had been turned on watching Mom spank + Joanie, but now I was almost feverish with all the heat I felt. + + When Lisa finally stopped, Mom smiled and said, "We'll have to take + care of Joanie, and then we'll teach her some new tricks." Joanie + stood on the floor, and we could see that her little dick was harder + than ever. Her butt was a livid red. She had never been spanked that + hard before. + + Mom reached out and put her hand all around Joanie's dick and balls. + She said, "Do you remember asking about this?" I nodded yes, and she + said "Well now's the time to have fun with it! We can't spank it, but + it's still fun!" Mom moved her hands to Joanie's little sack, and then + squeezed a bit. She told us that they were sensitive. I reached over, + and Mom watched me put my hands on it. I moved the balls around in the + sack, and then Lisa took the other one in her hand. I started + squeezing the one I had, and Joanie gasped with pain and stuck her + hips out towards us. Lisa started squeezing the other one, but Mom + made us stop it. + + I went over and brought the ice to my mother, and she showed us how to + make the dick soft again by rubbing ice all over it. It was all small + and wrinkly and wet when she was done. Mom thought it was cuter this + way, and squeezed it again. Then she told me, "You can pull it or + squeeze or pinch it when it's soft", and I did it. I pulled it out, + and took my nails and pinched the end with them, and used my other + hand to slap it a few times. I squeezed the middle, too, and the balls + again, and pulled them until the sacks were tight. Joanie just stood + there and gasped while I did what I wanted with her. + + I took my shirt off, and then Joanie started licking my nipples. Mom + dug her nails into Joanie's butt when she tried to hold me, and I + could see the deep marks and scratches afterward. My breasts were hot + and heavy, and I moved Joanie's mouth and tongue from one to the other + and back again. I pulled on her hair. I was watching Lisa spank Joanie + while she kissed me, and reach out and tug Joanie's dick harder and + harder. The best part was watching Lisa do that to Joanie while + feeling Joanie's lips do what I wanted. + + Mom had me lie down on the bed, and I thought she was just going to + have Joanie kiss my butt again. Still, anything was better at this + point because I felt so hot. Joanie did that, and then Mom grabbed my + ass and opened it up and made Joanie lick down there! I felt good, and + I liked making Joanie actually lick my asshole! Then Mom started + moving Joanie's head around, and told me to open my legs, and made + Joanie lick and kiss my pussy. I couldn't believe that this was + happening, and it felt so good! It was much better than when I touched + myself. I was all hot and sticky down there, and soon my hips and legs + were moving, and then I came all over Joanie's face! + + It took a few minutes before I could move again, and when I turned + over there was Lisa on the bed and Joanie was licking her! Lisa was + lying on her back and Joanie was licking her pussy. Joanie was really + seeing it all now. I just laid there and watched. Mom was gently + stroking Joanie's butt and occasionally her dick. After Lisa came, Mom + moved Joanie away by pulling on her dick, Joanie didn't have a choice + but follow! + + Joanie stood up then, and Lisa got the ice this time and put it on + Joanie. She rubbed it all over her dick until it was soft and wrinkly + again. Lisa loved squeezing Joanie's dick when it was soft! + + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + Collete was leaning on her elbows, lying on her back on the bed with her + legs spread open. She was still flushed, but happy looking. Lisa was flat + on her back, and Mrs. Sharlton was sitting up. She looked like she was + having fun, and was amused. I was on the floor, and my thingy was all hard + and throbbing again. + + Without thinking, I reached to stroke myself. Mrs. Sharlton gently slapped + my cheek, and said "I didn't give you permission to do anything yet! You + wait right there, and we'll play some more in a few minutes!" + + When the girls had all caught their breath, Mrs. Sharlton started talking + again. "Wasn't that fun? That's the right way to treat a little girl like + Joanie. We can train her to be a real good toy, and do everything she's + told." Lisa immediately jumped in, "This is going to be great!", and + Collete thoughtfully nodded her head. Collete said, "We should dress her up + - she's absolutely scandalous right now! We'll get some really sexy stuff + for her." Mrs. Sharlton nodded her head, "We'll make her absolutely + ravishing, but be sure to leave her panties off." + + Collete + ------------------------------------------------------------ + My mom said, "This is fun! This is the right way to treat Joanie, and + we can train her to do everything we want!" Lisa thought it was great. + I did too, because I was thinking about all the things I'd make Joanie + do now, and all the things I'd do to her, too. + + I looked at Joanie, and she was naked except for the bra. She looked + very happy, but wasn't looking very pretty right now, because her ass + was all red and scratched and her dick was red and hard again. I told + Lisa, "We should make her look really sexy now." So we dressed her, in + as sexy stuff as we had. We kept touching her and stroking her too. + + Lisa and I were still naked when Mrs. Burl finally came over to pick + Joanie up. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + It had seemed like days, but had only been about an hour since Mrs. + Sharlton had walked in on us. The girls and their mother spent the next + hour dressing me up again, making me look really pretty. They put me in + black nylons, with a garter belt, and a black lacy bra, and a slinky black + dress. They did up eyebrows and lashes, and my lips got a sweet pink + coloring, and a touch of powder on my face and around the top of my bra. + The girls were still mostly naked, and smelled all steamy. Every once in a + while they'd lift my dress, and smack my bottom, or pull on my dick. It was + hard keeping the dress in place when my dick moved! + + They were almost done when my mother called up, "Are you all up there?" + Mrs. Sharlton answered, "We're having fun, come on up!". My mother came in, + and stopped in astonishment. The girls were naked and sweaty, and I was all + dressed up and perfect. She looked at the girls, and then looked real hard + at me, and smiled and said, "She's so perfect the way he is! Did you all + have fun today? What happened?" Mrs. Sharlton grinned, and lifted my dress + so my rear showed. It was all red, and had some scratch marks, and was + swollen a bit. My mother laughed, "I see you've been training her today!" + Mrs Sharlton grinned even more, and turned me around so that my hard little + dick showed. "Oh no, " my mother cried, "that'll ruin the dress!" "Don't + worry," said Mrs. Sharlton, "we'll take care of it so it doesn't show." + Lisa gushed, "She's so pretty right now, and she acted so good for my + sister and me!" Collete chimed in,"I'd like to keep her around for a few + weeks!". + + Momma ran her hands over my butt, which was tender and sore. I pulled away + a bit, while simultaneously saying, "Please Mom, can I stay?". Mrs. + Sharlton looked at my mother, and she looked at me. Mom said, "What have + you been told about not doing anything without permission? You moved + without asking, and talked to me when you shouldn't. Linda, would you + please?" My mother looked at Mrs. Sharlton, and nodded her head. Mrs. + Sharlton said, "Sure. Joanie, bend over with your dress up." I quickly bent + over, and she swatted me. Collete and Lisa also took quick turns, and then + my mother gave me the last few smacks. + + After it was over, I stood up again, and let the dress fall in place. My + mother looked at me thoughtfully, "He looks so pretty. It seems a shame to + put him back in his regular clothes. Hmmm. His father's away on a trip for + two weeks. Why shouldn't I take him home like this, and tell everyone it's + my niece who's visiting?" Mrs. Sharlton said "Why not? It would be good + practice for her." Collete was upset, though, "I wanted to see her for + awhile!". My mother replied, "Well, you can always come over and visit, and + I can bring her back. That's no problem. Why don't we do that? But I think + we should let her rest a day, I'm sure she's going to be sore tomorrow!" + she laughed. Mrs. Sharlton, "That's a good idea! And the girls can go over + tomorrow and nurse her! Wouldn't that be a treat?" "Mmmm," my mother said, + "sure, why not? I can watch them and keep them generally out of trouble. + Girls, why don't you watch Joanie for a little bit while your mother and I + talk?" They went into Mrs. Sharlton bedroom, and came back a few minutes + later. "It's all settled. Your mother will drop off you girls about noon + tomorrow. See you then. Come on, Joanie, it's time to leave." + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I walked in, and there was Joanie in absolutely the sexiest clothes + I've ever seen her in. The girls were naked, instead of Joanie, for a + change, and they had a look that said they'd done more than give + Joanie a spanking. I immediately felt warm myself. I smiled at + everybody, and told them how perfect Joanie looked. I didn't say + anything about the way they looked! I asked if everyone had fun today, + and "Tell me everything you did!" + + LInda lifted the back of Joanie's dress. She was wearing black nylons + and a garter belt, which showed off her red and scratched ass. They + had really given her a spanking. I could tell by the way Linda looked + that she was turned on, maybe even more than I was. I laughed out of + sheer horniness, and said, "You've been giving her some real training + today!" That's when Linda turned Joanie around and showed me her dick! + She had a little hard-on! "Oh, no," I said, "she can't wear a dress!" + I was amazed at the sense of loss I felt at loosing my "little girl". + Linda grinned, "Don't worry, we'll still be able to dress her. We'll + just make sure it doesn't show." Lisa added, "She's so pretty, and she + was so good for us, can we keep her with us?" I had no doubt that + Joanie had indeed "been good" to the two sisters. + + I walked over to see how bad Joanie's rear was, but it must have been + very tender because she pulled away when I tried to touch. At the same + time, she obviously didn't mind too much because she said, "Please, + Mom, I'd like to stay?". I was a little hurt that Joanie had moved + away from me, and looked over at Linda, who raised an eyebrow, and I + said, "What have you been told about not doing anything without + permission? You moved without asking, and talked to me when you + shouldn't. Linda, would you please?" Linda nodded with a pleased + smile, and had Joanie over her knee in a second! Collete and Lisa took + a quick turn, with obvious relish, and I gave her a few light smacks + myself. + + I looked at Joanie when we were done, and thought for a second. He did + look so pretty, and was so obedient. And, his father was away on a + business trip...., "She looks so pretty. It seems a shame to put her + back in his regular clothes. Hmmm. His father's away on a trip for two + weeks. Why don't I take her home like this, and tell everyone it's my + niece who's visiting?" + + Collete looked disappointed, and told me, "I wanted to play with her + some more." I'm sure I know what type of playing she had in mind. But, + "You can always come over to visit, dear, or I can bring her over + here. Why not? It'll be fun for all of us! I think we should have + Joanie rest tomorrow, though, she look's like she's going to be quite + sore." Linda grinned, "I can agree with that. Why don't you have the + girls 'nurse' her tomorrow? They should learn how to take care of + their toys!" she laughed. + + Linda and I left the room to talk, while Joanie got ready to go home. + I asked Linda about the days events. She told me in detail about how + she how walked in and found Lisa undressing and Joanie with her little + hard-on. She added, "I knew that if I didn't do something, then a lot + more was going to happen that we weren't ready for yet. I gave Joanie + a real good spanking while Lisa teased him by showing her breasts off. + She was so hot by the time she was done that she must have given + Joanie the spanking of her life! I've never seen Joanie enjoy it so + much, either. I thought she was going to explode it all over my leg, + so we cooled her down real quick with an ice cube in the strategic + location." Linda winked at me. "I then taught Joanie how to lick more + than just a pretty girls butt." She stopped and laughed again. "Joanie + started off with Collete's breasts, and then finished her off real + good. Lisa couldn't wait for her turn. Joanie buried her face in + Lisa's pussy like she was going for the gold! I thought she was never + going to come up for air! The rest of the day was tame compared to + that. I doubt that any of the three will even consider looking + 'elsewhere' for release. They're all quite happy with each other." I + nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "Yes, you're right about that. It'll + keep the girls out of trouble, and Joanie will get an excellent + education too. Better the devil you know, and I think it's a very good + idea to have some control over what they do learn and do, don't you?" + + Linda nodded, "Well, you can definitely say that none of them are + repressed. I prefer that myself. And," she laughed again, "Joanie's + very trainable. I've been getting a thrill out of it myself." She + looked me straight in the eye, "Be honest, don't you get turned on by + it?" I nodded, "Of course. Joanie is very becoming as a young lady, + and the thought of her wearing garters and stockings is definitely + doing something to my hormones. If he weren't my son...." I trailed + off. Linda looked at me, and then "But Joanie isn't your son, is she? + And it doesn't hurt to train her, does it? I mean, we can't do + everything the girls will eventually wind up doing, but keeping a hand + in matters should be OK!" I guess I didn't need much talking into it, + for it only took me a few minutes to agree. + + I stood in thought for a minute, and then remembered, "But what did + Joanie do today? Did she 'do it all'?" Linda laughed again, "That was + part of the fun! She didn't even get to touch herself! Besides, I + thought you might want to decide what we do about that?" "Yes, that + would be very exciting. Maybe the girls and I can do something about + Joanie tomorrow... I'm sure they'd like to see it." Linda laughed, + "I'm sure 'something' will happen way before tomorrow. I doubt Joanie + can hold it in by herself!" I laughed too, and then said, "Well, I'll + just make sure it doesn't." + + We joined the three 'girls', and told Collete and Lisa they could come + over tomorrow. I told Joanie we were going, and she followed me out to + the car. + + She was so lovely sitting there in the car, and I couldn't help but + contrast that with the wild scene that had happened at Linda's. I was + thinking about what Linda had said all the way home. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + I demurely followed my mother out to our car, being careful to keep in my + role. We chatted about this and that, but my mom didn't really ask me + anything about what had happened that day. + + When we got home, she fixed us dinner, we watched some TV. About 9 PM, she + told me it was time to get ready for bed. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I made dinner, and then we watched TV. I wasn't paying any attention, + as my thoughts were on Joanie, and the real Johnny, and what had + happened today. I was very turned on by what I saw, and kept returning + to what Linda had told me, "but Joanie isn't your son, is she?". I + also thought about how to keep Joanie from having an 'accident' + tonight. It would be special if she had her first ejaculation with the + girls; that would bond them all together even more. + + As far as the girls went, I was happy. It was obvious that Collete and + Lisa and Johnny and Joanie were all more than friends. They obviously + loved each other as well. I know it wasn't 'romantic' love, and it + wasn't 'brother/sister' love although some of that was there. It was a + deep bond, and they behaved as if they were all one. It didn't matter + whether it was Johnny or Joanie, either, as I mentioned earlier. They + still got along when he was Johnny, and were as deeply attached, but + treated each other differently. That's why I speak of the four of + them; Collete and Lisa and Johnny and Joanie. There was a distinction, + and none of the children seemed to have any trouble switching back and + forth. + + Johnny was a perfectly normal boy, I'd noticed his growing interest in + girls over the last six months. His reactions in that matter were + perfectly normal for a boy his age. 'Johnny' thought of other girls + besides Linda's, and his comments sometimes caught me off-guard (like + the time we were at the mall, and I saw him watch a girl walk-by and + teased him about it, he said, "She's blonde like Lisa, but her butt is + bigger." He kept on watching until she was past, though!). + + Joanie was a perfectly lovely young lady. She acted like a young lady + in public, except of course she wasn't interested in dolls very much, + or talking about boys. She did like looking at clothes, and eyed the + latest fashions as we walked by. Of course, we would never be able to + take her to the beach or to exercise class! + + As I thought over all of this, I was still undecided what I was going + to do. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + She told me to wait, and went in and started my bath. She called me in, + told me she was going to help me since I'd probably be sore. She helped me + lift up my dress, and step out of my garters and stockings. I was a bit + tender. She got out some lotion, and motioned me to turn. "This will help + the discomfort, and make you heal quicker." It felt strange to have her run + her hands over my butt, and when she reached over to rub my dick I was + embarrassed when it got hard again, real quick. She noticed, and smiled at + me, and said, "Don't worry, dear. Now jump into the bath, and when we're + done we'll put more lotion on." She stayed and watched me while I washed, + and then helped dry my back afterwards. She put the lotion on me again, and + I was embarrassed again, but she only smiled. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I couldn't wait anymore. I was still unsure and undecided and verrrry + excited. The banal TV shows were irritating me. I told Joanie "It's + time I put you to bed, dear. You've had a very exhausting day, I'm + sure. Wait here, and I'll call you in a minute." + + I went into the bathroom and ran a bubble bath for Joanie. I don't + usually do this, but then again I usually don't have Joanie as a + house-guest. I called her in, and helped her out of her dress. She + moved a little stiffly, and I knew she must be sore. I found some + healing lotion, and told Joanie to turn around. I spread it gently + over her rear. She squirmed as I rubbed it on her. I saw her face was + turning pink. I turned her around again, and looked at her dick. It + was raw and over-worked too. I rubbed the lotion on it, and it + immediately jumped up. I felt a little warm, and looked up to see that + Joanie was embarrassed as well as horny. I told her, "Don't worry, + dear, it's all right." + + I watched her take a bath for two reasons: I didn't want to leave her, + and to make sure she didn't touch herself and have an 'accident'. When + she was done, I helped dry her back. I couldn't resist rubbing the + lotion on her again, and spent a little extra time on her dick this + time, making sure that I got everywhere; the head and shaft and all + her sack. I smiled at Joanie and she was embarrassed, but she was + definitely aroused. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + She walked into my bedroom with me, and told me, "I'll help you into bed + tonight, dear. You were pretty excited today, and we don't want any + accidents to happen, do we?" She laughed gently, and added, "We're going to + have another special day tomorrow, and for the next two weeks!" She made + sure I was lying on my back, between the sheets, and then said, "I'm going + to take my shower now, dear, so be a good girl. Don't touch anything, and + I'll be in before I go to bed to say good-night." She turned off the lights + and left the room, and I could hear the shower running. I laid very still, + with my hands by my side. I was thinking about the day's events, and my + dick was making a tent in the sheet. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I put Joanie in her bed, and went to take my own shower. I touched + myself, but it just wasn't enough tonight. I quickly finished and got + out. + + I still had to make sure Joanie didn't have any accidents, and I knew + how to do that from when Johnny had had a case of poison ivy. I'd tie + her hands to the bed posts so she couldn't touch herself. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + The shower stopped running, and a few minutes later my mother walked back + in. She was wearing her regular white-terry robe, which I'd seen plenty of + times before. It had short sleeves and came down to her knees and + overlapped and tied in the front. She was holding some old nylon stockings. + "I think these will be OK. We have to make some preparations tonight, so + there won't be any accidents. Now place your hands by the posts." She + gently but firmly tied my hands to the corner posts, in a big "Y", and then + lifted the other end of the sheet and tied my feet to the bottom corner + posts, so that my legs were spread apart. She was telling me that she was + glad I had been a good girl today. As she moved about, her terry robe kept + shifting, and I was having a hard time trying to avoid staring at what + wasn't showing. I could tell that the front of the robe was open a bit, and + I was hoping to see the valley between her breasts. + + After she finished with the ropes she smoothed the sheets over me. She + tried to smooth the "bump", and laughed, "Well, I guess you were a good boy + today too!". She moved over and sat by my side so that we were close + together. "Well, I was proud of you. You're a lovely girl, and I guess + you're growing to be a man, too. You'll always be my baby, though." She + laughed again, and leaned down to hug my head to her chest. I could feel + the damp warmth from her shower, and burrowed my head between her breasts. + I could actually feel some of her skin, and she was heavenly warm and sweet + smelling. "Why, yes you are my baby", she laughed. She looked at me, and + asked, "Did you like the girls today?" I nodded between her breasts, and + she laughed again. "Let me hold you close!" She opened her robe a bit more, + and pressed her arms together until I felt her bare breast against my + cheek. With one hand, she gently pushed her breast until her nipple was in + front of my eye, and then moved my head towards her. I took her nipple in + my mouth, and touched it with my tongue and tasted how warm and sweet it + was. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I put on my old terry robe, and went and found some old nylons of + mine, and walked into Joanie's room. She was still lying as I'd left + her. Joanie's eyes were looking at me, and it was a look that she'd + never given me before. I felt myself starting to become wet again. + + Joanie has an old-fashioned bed, with corner posts but no headboard or + footboard. I tied Joanie's hands and feet to the corners of the bed. + She was lying there, arms and legs wide, and I looked at her. She'd + been very obedient and gentle all day, and now she wasn't able to move + unless I let her. I loved spanking that little butt, but this was + something I didn't know I would also enjoy. I could see the mound from + her crotch, and I knew she was still excited. I liked the thought of + her being excited about me, and also because she couldn't do anything + about it unless I let her. Her eyes keep trying to look down my robe + as I moved around; I made sure I bent over several times, and let the + robe just naturally open more by itself. As I worked, I kept telling + Joanie how proud I was of her, and how much I liked the way she acted + as a 'girl'. + + After Joanie was tied, I smoothed the sheets so she wouldn't lie on a + wrinkle. I tried to straighten the 'bump', but it only jumped more + when I touched it. I laughed when I felt it, and told Joanie, "Well, I + guess you're growing up to be a good boy too!". + + I sat down besides Joanie, and told her again how proud and happy I + was. I remembered back to when it all started, my 'little baby' + walking out with Collete and Lisa that very first time long ago. I + laughed at the thought, and impulsively told Joanie "You'll always be + my little baby!", and leaned down to pull her head to me. Joanie held + her breath for a second, and then I realized that I held her head + between my breasts in the open part of my robe. She tried to move + closer, and my cunt became so wet I could feel the juices leaking out. + + I was still for a second, and then asked Joanie, "Did you like the + girls today? Did you like what they did to you?" She nodded her head, + trying to feel even more of my breasts against her face. I laughed, + and pulled her even deeper into my robe, until her cheek was against + the side of my breast. I could feel her hot and heavy breath on them, + and I moved my arms until my breasts were pressed against her face. My + breasts had that heavy and full feeling, and my nipples were so hard + they almost hurt. I reached one hand into my robe, and gently massaged + it. I moved it until the nipple was by Joanie's mouth, and then + pressed her onto it. She took it and sucked it and touched it with her + tongue like she was tasting it. I hadn't thought that the nipple could + get any harder. Yes, this was 'Joanie', and everything was all right. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + My mother gently spoke to me, and asked, "Did you do this with the girls?" + I nodded my head, unwilling to move away from her warm breast. She + continued, "Did you like doing it with the girls?" I nodded again. "Do you + like doing this to my breast?" I pulled away, but only enough to whisper + "even better", and moved against her again. + + She held me for a few minutes, and then pulled away from me so she could + look in my face. She smiled, slow and sexy, and asked in a low voice, "What + else did you do to the girls?" I whispered back, "I licked them." "On their + butts?" "Yes" "Between their legs?" "Yes" "Did you like it?" "Oh yes!" "Did + you touch them there" I shook my head no, unable to speak anymore. "Did you + want to touch them?" "Yes" "Do you want to touch me?" I could only nod yes. + I felt very weak because I was so excited and tense and felt like I should + explode. + + She leaned over, and started untying my hand that was closest to her. I + could feel her bare breasts against my arm. Then my hand was free, and she + held it in hers. I was so tense that my butt was no longer touching the + bed, my back was arched in excitement. Mom moved a little closer to me, + then moved her hand, and mine within it, slowly along her leg. + + She looked different; her eyes were half closed and her mouth was open and + her lips looked bigger and she was talking in a low voice, "Do you want to + touch me?" "Yes, please let me touch you!" I whispered. She moved her hand + against herself, and then pressed my palm flat against her between her + legs. I could feel her warm skin, and her hair, and it was round and soft + and wet. She moved my hand, gently rubbing it all over. I didn't have any + strength of my own, it was all gone. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Oh yes + it's so nice don't stop please don't stop" "I won't. There's more and more + yet", and she moved my hand farther down between her legs until my palm was + cupping her cunt lips. They were all wet and soft, and I could feel them + pressing against my hand. She moved my hand in a gentle circular motion, + and then started pressing herself harder against my hand. She pushed my + fingers until they were almost bent over, and I was almost pulling at her + hair and lips. Everything felt so soft and wonderful, and then she pressed + my finger inside until it was surrounded by warmth and smoothness and + moistness. She pressed my hand even harder, and another finger slipped in, + and then she put her fingers against mine and pushed them even deeper into + her, and against her, and rocked herself back and forth on them. I was + straining to see, but her hands were covering her and I couldn't see any + more. I looked at her breasts, and they were bouncing as she rocked, and + the nipples stood straight out and her eyes were closed and her mouth was + open and she was breathing hard and she was beautiful and I wanted to make + her happy. She rocked, and then suddenly said "Stop!" and pulled my hand + from within her and just held it against her for a mere second, and then + she was standing and moving to the head of my bed and she turned around and + lowered her cunt until I could see it it was right over my face and it was + beautiful and soft and very wet and warm and then it covered my mouth and + my tongue touched it and her whole body quivered so I pushed harder and + harder and sucked and tried to touch everything inside with my tongue and + she pushed harder and harder and my hand was on her soft butt holding her + against me and suddenly she was very wet and my mouth was filling with + juices and she was shuddering all over and moaning but not really moaning + making noises and then she relaxed all over. She moved her cunt back and + forth across my face, more slowly still and then stopped but my tongue was + still trying to reach her and then she was gone and then she was leaning + over me and kissing me and her mouth was inside me probing against mine and + this was almost as good. And then she stood and held my face between her + hands and said, "I love you" and I said "I love you". I was utterly drained + and couldn't move I was so weak but my dick was still hard and it hurt + because it wanted to explode but I was so tired I couldn't even touch it. I + hardly noticed when Mom tied it back to the bed, or left the room. The next + thing I knew she was holding my head up and placed a pill in my mouth, and + said "This will help you sleep", and I swallowed it and lay still for + another minute and then I must have been asleep. + + Maryanne + ----------------------------------------------------------- + I was breathing deep and slow, and asked Joanie, "Did you do this with + the girls?" She nodded her head, and I continued my questions. "Do you + like doing this to my breast?" She whispered "This is even better", + and then pushed her face against me again. I held her there for + awhile, while I thought, and then pushed her away so I could see her + face. "What else did you do to the girls?" Joanie and I were both + whispering now, and her reply was low, "I kissed and licked them". + "Where did you lick them?" "On their butts" "Anywhere else?" "Between + their legs." "Did you like it?" "It was so nice and warm and wet" "Did + you touch them there." "I couldn't but I wanted to so bad." I could + hardly hear Joanie anymore. I was wondering what she'd say to the next + question, and then I took my courage and whispered it to her, "Do you + want to touch me?" Joanie only nodded, but there was a look of + adoration and love and lust all mixed together on her face that I was + sure she meant it. I was weak, but I reached over and untied Joanie's + hand, and then placed it on my leg and moved it towards me while I + watched Joanie's face. I asked her again, because I wanted to hear her + again and to tease her, "Do you want to touch me?" Her voice was so + low I had to strain to hear the answer, "Please please let me touch + you!" And then I moved my hand all the way and placed her palm against + my cunt. + + It was almost like an electric shock. I had never felt this excited in + my whole life. Her hand was warm and soft and pliable, and held in my + own heat against me. I rubbed my hand over hers, and her hand rubbed + against me. I could feel how full I was down there, and her hand sank + into the soft skin. "Do you like the way it feels?". Joanie's half + closed eyes opened wider, and she looked at me and said "It's so nice, + please don't stop, please don't stop" and I said "I won't we'll do it + more". There was a look of nirvana on Joanie's face, and I felt like a + goddess I was so hot and electrified and Joanie was tied to the bed. + + I moved her hand further and further down and pressed her palm against + my opened cunt lips. They felt so big and warm. I pressed her hand + harder against them until she had cupped them and squeezed them and + felt their fullness. I pushed even harder and then her finger slipped + inside and it was like another shock. I pressed harder still and + another finger slid inside and then I pressed my fingers against hers + until both our fingers were inside. I pressed deeper and deeper and + moved against them and held them tight against my insides. I orgasmed + and kept on orgasming and moved around them and then knew that this + was only a prelude that I was going to come even more and more and I + stopped and pulled her hand from within me and let it cup me for a + second. And then I knew what I wanted and I stood over Joanie and I + lowered my cunt right over her face and she took it and pressed + against it with her mouth and electrified it with her tongue against + my pussy lips and inside and the sucking and I pushed harder and + harder this was Joanie this was my son this was my son and he's + fucking me and this is Joanie and this is my toy and this is my son + and then I came and came and came and my legs were so weak and I never + felt this way before and I couldn't stop but then I was so weak I + couldn't continue and then I leaned over my son and kissed Joanie on + the lips and sank my tongue deep within her mouth and I loved her so + very much that my legs became weak again and she had made me so very + happy and I held her face and told her I loved her and she told me "I + love you". + + And I stood back and realized I must be in shock because one part of + me was totally numb and the other part of me was mechanical. And I + looked at Joanie and realized she was the same, in shock, only she was + still un-released. I tied her hand back and mechanically went to my + bathroom and got two sleeping pills and went back to Joanie's bedroom + and she was still awake but not really aware and I gave her one of the + pills and I watched and she was asleep in a minute. And then I walked + back to my bedroom and put on my nighty and lay in the dark thinking + and realizing I loved Johnny and I loved Joanie and I loved Joanie as + a toy and I loved being a goddess and I loved spanking her and knew + I'd never loved so many people at once but it was OK because they all + loved me, and then I took my sleeping pill as the night went away. + + + Linda + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I called Maryanne early the next morning, to confirm our plans for the + day. I had been so excited last night that I had almost attacked hubby + when he came home and I insisted and we made love right then, even + though the girls were still awake and giggling as we went upstairs. I + rode him and he came but I didn't stop but continued and he came again + and then finally I came and lay down on top of his chest. + + Afterwards, hubby looked at me puzzled as if he was wondering what was + going on. I smiled knowingly, and just said, "It's the best time of + the month, and it's been too long building up." He looked surprised + that I knew what he was thinking about, but sometimes men are so easy + to out-guess. We stayed in bed, just laying there warm and + comfortable. Hubby finally stirred enough to ask, "What about the + girls?" I giggled, and told him, "You're my husband. Let them find a + man of their own." He frowned for a minute, because he still thinks of + them as little babies, and doesn't like to acknowledge that they've + reached that age. "Not that," he said, "what about dinner?" "Oh, + they're old enough to fend for themselves now. I'll wait until they're + asleep, and then I'll go down and get something for us. Let's just lie + here for now." He grunted assent, and we lay there drifting in-and-out + of a contented sleep. + + The girls were getting ready for bed, the noise in the bathroom woke + me up. I walked out, closing the bedroom door behind me, to go get our + supper. The girls were both in the bathroom, and giggled when they saw + me because I was still naked, and needed a shower from our + love-making. They knew what was what, I'd made sure of that! "Shh," I + whispered as I came to the door, "you'll wake your father." They + giggled again, softer this time, and then Collete asked ingenuously, + "I guess you were tired, to go to bed so early? Right, Mom?" "Very." I + replied with a light laugh. "After all, you two weren't the only ones + in the room with Joanie." They giggled again, and I went downstairs + and fixed some sandwiches. I woke up hubby and handed him a glass of + light wine, and after he took a sip, a sandwich. We sat there + cross-legged on the bed eating by the light of the street-lamp shining + through the window. We sat and talked and laughed at each other and + then he reached down between my legs as I sat there and touched me and + I leaned back and we made love again. It was a wonderful night. + + So I was in a bright and cheery mood that morning. I called Maryanne + as soon as hubby left for work, since I was still excited about + yesterday and looking forward to today. She must have been still + asleep because she sounded groggy when she answered, "Hello?". I + couldn't wait, so I asked her, "Well? How did it go last night?" And + then she burst into tears and was crying and I couldn't understand a + word she said and I told her,"I'll be right there, hold on!". I called + the girls, but I didn't want to worry them, so I just said I had to go + out right away to do something, and stay out of trouble, please? They + looked puzzled, and said, "Sure, of course." + + I drove over to Maryanne's house and let myself in. I found her + huddled on the edge of her bed, crying more gently now. Before walking + in, I peeked in at Joanie real quick, and she was just sleeping there + peacefully and innocently, with a slight smile on her face. Of course, + she was tied down, which was strange. + + I walked back into Maryanne's room and sat down beside her. She was + wearing a rumpled night gown, and even though she looked miserable and + was crying, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her body was. I + had to help my friend, so I pulled her against me and held her. I + gently told her, "Tell me all about it." + + She cried, and said, "It happened last night. I did it, and I don't + know what to do." I sighed mentally, and then softly told her, "Tell + me from the beginning.." + + "We came home, and had dinner, and watched television. I was so hot + over everything that I couldn't concentrate so I'd thought I'd put her + to bed early. And I watched her bathe and that made me hotter, and + then I put her to bed and I was so hot I had to stop and take a + shower.." It all came out in a gush, and Maryanne had to stop for a + breathe before continuing, "and I touched myself in the shower, but + that didn't help at all, and then I went back into his bedroom" Ahh, I + thought to myself, now it's 'him'. Of course that's the problem, and + Maryanne went on, "and then we did it, and I love her so much and I + don't know what to do!" She stopped and started crying again, sobbing + softly into my shoulder. + + I didn't know if I could help her out of this. This was serious, and + to stall for time I asked her exactly "what they did last night". + + She paused, as if trying to remember, and then started, "Well, I took + a shower but that didn't work, and I went into her bedroom and tied + her down so there wouldn't be any 'accidents' during the night, and + after that I was sitting by her on the bed, and I was so hot, + remember? I asked her about yesterday, and she told me, and then I + held him against my breast, and he liked that, and I asked him if he + liked it, and he said 'yes very much', and then I untied his hand and + asked her to touch me, and he touched me and held my cunt and then I + pushed his fingers inside me, and asked if she liked it and she didn't + want to stop and then it felt so good so I made her eat me, and that's + what happened." + + I thought this was getting worse and worse, and I still didn't see a + way out of it, so I probed even further: "How did you feel while this + was happening?" "Oh, I felt so good, I'd never felt so good before, it + was fantastic! When she touched me it felt like electricity was + flowing through my cunt! And then when she ate me I came and came and + I felt like a goddess it was so good!" Even in her depression, she was + almost glowing with the memory. It must have been some kind of charge! + I couldn't help but feel a deep pang of jealousy even though she was + miserable now. "And why was it so good for you?" I probed further; I + thought I saw a way out of this mess for her. "Oh it was Joanie lying + there so beautiful, and then she was tied up, and what happened + yesterday with the girls and the spanking, and she was touching me and + she looked at me so adoringly and I felt like a goddess and then it + was my son who was eating my cunt that he came from and making me come + and come and come and then it was over and I was kissing my son and + telling him I loved him and telling her I loved her and they said they + loved me and Oh God now I feel so terrible!" + + Yes, I thought I saw a way for her now, and the only trouble was + getting her to see it. I had to be careful how I told her, so she + would understand what I was saying. I looked thoughtfully around the + room, and then pulled her off the bed and into the light coming + through the window. I turned her so we faced each other, and held her + by her shoulders and focused all of my attention at her face. She felt + the force of my stare, and looked back at me from a tear-stained face. + + "Do you love Joanie?" "She's everything lovely and gentle. I love + her." Her response was wondering what this was about. + + "Did she like what happened last night?" Her response was slow as she + thought back, "Yesss.. she loved it as much as I did..." + + "Was she upset by happened last night?" "Noo.." + + "Was she hurt by what happened?" "No...". Maryanne's voice became less + tearful and more thoughtful as she thought back. + + "Do you love Joanie when you spank her?" "Yesss.." This was more + slowly said, as if she wasn't sure. + + "Does Joanie love it when you spank her?" This was a firm "Yes!", with + almost a laugh in it again. + + "Was Joanie 'the toy' upset by what happened last night?" "Nooo... + Just completely tired out!" + + "Was Joanie 'the toy' hurt by what happened last night?" "No.. That's + what she's for, and what she likes!" + + Maryanne was beginning to see what I was driving at. The hard part was + yet to come, however. + + "Do you love your son as a mother?" "Yes." There was no doubt in her + mind about that; I knew that they loved and respected each other as + mother and child. + + "Does your son love you as a mother?" "Yes." This answer was equally + firm and sure. + + "You're a lovely woman, Maryanne, and I'm jealous of you" Maryanne + looked surprised at this turn of events. She turned questioning eyes + on me. I gently touched her breast through her nighty, and said, "You + have a lovely figure, beautiful and sweet." I moved my hand from her + breast and held her hip gently "What son doesn't think of his mother + in these terms, also? He's proud of you, and thinks you're beautiful, + and loves you." + + "Was Johnny upset by what happened last night?" "Noo..." her reply was + thoughtful again. + + "Did Johnny like what happened last night?" "Yess..." + + Now was the time for the kicker. I hoped it worked. "So let's see what + we have. You love Joanie, and you love the things you do to her. You + love Johnny. Joanie loves you, and loves the things you do to her. + Johnny loves you. They're all the same people, and they all love and + adore you, and he or she or they were none of them hurt by what + happened last night. And you've told me it's the best thing that + you've experienced. Since they don't have any, I'm sure it was the + best thing that happened to them too. So tell me, Maryanne, why aren't + you happy?" + + I could see her internal war in her expression. She knew I was right, + but she also knew that she'd taken that final step into that taboo + realm that only I might understand. + + She was poised on the brink of happiness or deep misery. I'd better + clinch the argument, or I might lose her yet: "So tell me, would + Johnny be mad if you canceled the big plans for today?" Suddenly she + was laughing, "Boy, would he!", and everything was all right. We held + each other for a few minutes, and then I pushed her away so I could + see her face. Her face was radiant and calm, and I thought to myself + that this was the happiest and best woman I knew, and felt a brief + stab of envy. + + I only had one more thing to say to Maryanne, "Seriously, Maryanne, + you've got a fine young person there. The only problem that you must + face up to is that someday he'll be all grown up and want to leave. + You'll have to let him go when he's ready. You know that, don't you? + There'll be other people in his life." Maryanne gave a crinkly smile, + and said, "He's already gotten very attached to two fine young women I + know. Haven't you seen the way they all look at each other? Whether + it's John or Joanie, they love and respect each other. I know he's not + my baby anymore, and that even now there's other people in his life, + and more will come, and someday," she sighed at this, "he'll move out + and start a family of his own." + + We smiled at each other for a second, and then I asked her, "Will you + be all right?" She laughed, and said, "Thanks to you, I'm fine! Let's + sit down and have coffee and talk!" + + "I'd love to," I replied, "especially since I want EVERY detail about + last night - another thing I'm jealous of! But - I left the girls in a + hurry and I'd better go check to make sure they're staying out of + trouble!" Maryanne gave a little laugh, leaned forward, and kissed me, + "I love you! Go, and I'll see you this afternoon!" + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + I slowly awoke the next morning. I was stiff, because I hadn't slept in my + usual position. My rear was sore and stiff, too, from the spanking + yesterday. Slowly I remembered what had happened last night. I wasn't sure + it was a dream or not. It had seemed real. Thinking about it made my dick + hard again. I lay there for awhile. I could hear my mom moving about the + house, but I was scared to call her. I didn't know what to do about last + night. Was it real or not? How would she act towards me today if it was + real? What if it wasn't real and I said the wrong thing? I was too scared + to call for her. I laid there as long as I could, but unfortunately I had + to go pee. I waited until it really hurt, and then I had to call her. + + "Mom?" She hadn't heard me. "Mom?" A bit louder, and I could hear her stop + for a second. "Be right there honey!". She walked in after a few seconds, + and she was still wearing her nighty! She always wore a robe. I could see + through it a little, which made my dick jump up and down a bit. She saw + thought, and laughed, and then came over and kissed me slowly on the mouth! + She looked at me with love and humor in her eyes, and brushed my hair back + from my forehead. I sighed with relief and closed my eyes; it hadn't been a + dream, it had happened, and everything was still OK. + + I opened my eyes again, and Mom smiled at me and said, "You were lovely + last night, Joanie. I loved every minute of it. How do you feel today?" I + smiled back, "I thought it might have been a dream this morning because it + was so good. I wasn't sure." She laughed,"No, it wasn't a dream, and yes, + it was real good. But how's your little rear today?" I groaned, "It hurts a + little, but I've REALLY got to go to the bathroom REAL quick!" She laughed, + kissed me quickly, and then untied my hands. I sat up and watched her bend + over to untie my feet. My dick bounced a few more times at the sight. + + As soon as she was done, I hopped out and went to the bathroom. Mom + followed me, and stopped me as I stood in front the of the toilet. "No + dear," she gently corrected me, "girls always sit down." I sat down, but + still couldn't go. It hurt so much, but I couldn't pee with my dick + sticking up like that! Embarrassed, I looked up at Mom. She laughed again, + "Wait a sec!" and left the room. She was back in a minute with an ice cube, + "This will take care of that!" She held it to me, and then rubbed it around + as it started melting. Soon I it was back to normal, and she watched as I + heaved a big sigh of relief and started peeing. + + As I was going, she was turning on the shower and adjusting the + temperature. "I want this nice and cool, so you won't get excited." As I + stood up, mom said, "Girls always wipe themselves before standing, dear. + Sit down again. Now take a piece of tissue, and reach down between your + legs and pat yourself dry. That's good. Of course, you'll also have to + stand to wipe your rear, but always pat yourself dry before standing. Now + get in the shower and I'll wait for you." I got in the shower and started + soaping myself. When I got to my dick I guess my mom must have been + watching through the shower curtain, because she said, "Don't touch + yourself there too much!". I didn't linger in the shower because it was + only lukewarm, and I was cold. As I got out my mom handed my a towel, and + picked up another one to do my back for me. Then she got out the ointment, + and rubbed it on my rear. I didn't get embarrassed when she rubbed it on my + dick because of the cold shower. The lotion made me feel better. My mom + gave me another quick lesson, "A girl always puts her face on before + leaving the bathroom. We'll just touch up your eyes, a little powder, and + some light lipstick." We spent fifteen minutes while she supervised me + while I put everything on. Collete and Lisa or Mrs. Sharlton had always + done my make-up before. + + We walked into my bedroom, and Mom helped me get dressed for the morning. I + wore a slip, and bra, and of course I stuffed it, and I also wore some + pumps and a flowery robe. We went out and had breakfast. I didn't get as + much as I usually do, because Mom said that girls have to watch their + weight and figure. After breakfast, Mom said I should go back to bed until + Collete and Lisa arrived. We went back into the bedroom where I took all of + my clothes off, and then Mom tied me back down. + + I thought a bit about everything that had happened, and then fell asleep. + + I woke up when my mom came in with Lisa and Collete and Mrs. Sharlton. The + girls paused for a minute when they walked in the door, and then Collete + giggled and said "But she's tied down!". My mom replied, "That's to keep + her from having an accident, girls. Later today we'll let her have one, but + it isn't time yet." Mrs. Sharlton smiled, "Maybe I'll come back for a + little while then! I don't want to miss all of the fun!" My mom replied, + "Well, why don't you come back tonight and sleep here? You and the girls + can keep Joanie and I company, and we can have a slumber party." "That + sounds good, and I can let my husband fend for himself. What time should I + be back?" "How about 6 PM? We can go out to dinner or something." "Great. + Have fun girls, and take care of Joanie. See you later." Mrs. Sharlton gave + Collete and Lisa a quick peck on the cheek and left. + + My mom lifted the sheet off of me, and the girls giggled when they saw that + I was naked. My dick started to get hard again, and Mom said, "Well, she + must be glad to see you girls!". Collete and Lisa laughed at that. Mom + continued, "You girls untie Joanie; I've got to go get some things for + her." She walked out, and Collete and Lisa started loosening me. + + Lisa winked at me, "You look good today, Joanie. Are you looking forward to + today as much as you enjoyed yesterday?" I giggled, and replied, "I don't + see how we can top yesterday, but I sure want to try." + + Collete grinned down at my head, "And how's your butt today?" I grimaced at + that, and said "What do you think? You did a good job on it yesterday. I + think I can survive it again if you want. In fact, I'd like that too!" and + my grimace turned into a grin at her. She kept on grinning, "I can oblige + that!" + + My mom was walking in at this part, and she laughed. "Not today, dears. + We're going to let little Joanie's butt rest or else she won't be able to + walk. We'll find something else to do today. But before we do anything, we + have to nurse Joanie a bit. Stand up, dear." Mom sat down on the bed, put + some lotion on her hand, and pulled me over to her. She started rubbing my + rear gently with the lotion, saying "This will remove some of the swelling + and help her to heal faster where she's cut. You girls make sure to put + some everywhere she needs it." Collete and Lisa each took some lotion from + her, and started rubbing it on my butt. Lisa got some more from my mom, + giggled, and then started putting it on my dick. She looked at it carefully + as she worked, and when she was done she leaned forward and quickly gave it + a little peck of a kiss on the end. She looked up at me with a grin, "Does + that make it feel better?" I grinned back, "It makes it feel like you + wouldn't believe." "Ah, ah, girls. Don't get her too excited yet. Your + mother would be disappointed if anything happened prematurely and she + didn't get to see it." "Sure, Mrs. Burl. We'll keep her from getting TOO + excited" said Lisa. Collete grinned too, "Part of the fun is keeping her + excited without letting her go all the way." My mom laughed at that, "It + has been fun watching her get all excited and frustrating her at the same + time, hasn't it!" + + Lisa and Collete had finished with me by then, so Mom took up another tube + of lotion and gave some to the girls. They started with that lotion, and + immediately some of the soreness went away. My mom was talking again while + they started in on me, "This is a topical anesthetic. It'll ease the sting, + and also," she paused for effect, "numb her senses, so it will also help + keep her from having an accident too early. Now, Collete, Lisa," and she + paused again until they looked at her, "we all love Johnny, don't we?" She + waited, and they nodded. I was embarrassed, and could feel my face turning + red. "And we also love Joanie, don't we?" Collete and Lisa nodded again. + "And,.. we all love playing with Joanie, don't we?" this last part was said + with a grin. Lisa and Collete agreed with this! "So when we're playing with + Joanie in private like this, you can call me by my name, Maryanne. After + all, it's silly to be formal when we're all like this!" she laughed again. + Lisa and Collete looked at her shyly, and then glanced at each other. Lisa + was first, "Thank you, Maryanne. I'd like that." Collete looked a little + embarrassed, and then blurted out, "It's been so fun, Mrs. Burl. I'd like + to be friends!" My mom laughed, "Of course we can, Collete, and that's + Maryanne!" Collete laughed too, "Ok, Maryanne!" + + My mom stood up, and walked over to me, and held my face in her hands. I + was embarrassed, and she leaned over and said to me, "And you're my very + special friend, Joanie. Call me by my name whenever you're dressed. I love + you very much." I could feel tears in my eyes as I replied, "I love you, + Maryanne." She smiled and kissed me slowly on the lips. + + Collete and Lisa were staring wide-eyed at this exchange. Mom turned to + them and said, "We've got a big day ahead of us. I'm going to leave you two + alone with Joanie. You can play with her, BUT," and she looked + significantly at them, "let her derriere heal; don't get her too excited; + and she can't use her hands to touch your panties. You know what I mean! + I'll check in about two hours from now, when we'll start getting ready for + your mother to come over. Give some thought about what Joanie should wear + tonight for dinner, and also her 'special occasion'!" She smiled and left + the room, gently closing the door behind her. + + Lisa was wide-eyed. "Wow. Unbelievable." Collete was more thoughtful, "I + think I'm really going to like her... and tonight, too." Lisa turned to me, + and asked me point blank, "What the hell happened last night?" + + I was caught off-guard. Mom hadn't said anything to them, so I didn't know + if I should. But these were my friends and I loved them and we always told + each other everything. I struggled for a second, and then realized there + was no way I COULDN'T tell them. I opened my mouth, shut it, opened it + again, and didn't know what to say! I tried anyhow to explain it. + + "It was... it happened when she put me to bed. We... I don't know!" + + Lisa asked a gentle question, "Did you love her?" "Yes! but not like + that... it was.. I touched her... and.." I wound down again, not knowing + how to explain. + + Collete looked at me and softly said, "Your mom's very beautiful, isn't + she?" "Yes, and.. I don't know how to say it.. I mean, it was the same... + as yesterday with you.... but it was different, and... I don't know" + + Collete and Lisa looked at each other. They'd never seen me without some + kind of answer! Collete looked back at me, and asked, "You really love your + mother, don't you?" I nodded, unable to express it with the real depth of + emotion I felt. + + Lisa spoke in a normal tone of voice, and it seemed almost a shout after + our whispering, "You're really lucky to have a mother who loves you so + much." And Collete said, "And she's lucky to have a son who loves her so + much. And what you've said makes us realize how much we love our mother, + too." + + And then Lisa almost yelled with glee, "And we're all so lucky to have each + other!" And we all broke out laughing and hugged each other at the same + time! + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I closed the door behind me, and leaned against, and waited. I knew + that I had dropped several bombshells in their midst, and had to know + how they were taking it. And, although Linda had set me straight this + morning, there was still that shadow of doubt. + I could here them muttering, but nothing was clear. They were talking + in such low tones. + Then, clear as a bell, I heard Lisa say,"You're so lucky to have a + mother who loves you so much." And Collete was saying, "Your mother's + so lucky to have a son who loves her so much." And then Lisa again, + "We're so lucky to have each other!" And then they were all laughing, + and I was smiling as I walked away. + + Joanie + ----------------------------------------------------------------- + We all calmed down after a few minutes. I felt strange, all drained and + weak, so I told Collete and Lisa and we all sat down on the bed. Naturally, + Lisa had to ask the question, "So what happened last night? I mean, all the + details, tell us what actually happened?" + + So I told them everything, from the moment I went to take my bath until I + fell asleep. I included every detail, from the feel of Mom's breast and + nipples and her scent, to the feel of her cunt in my hand, and the way if + felt to have my fingers in her, and how I was so tense. Everything. Every + little detail. The smell and how I much I liked her taste and how she sat + on my face and the way she kissed me. + + Collete and Lisa were both flushed when I finished. I was hot again, but + still weak, so I added, "And that's maybe why I'm so dragged out now. I + feel like I'm going to collapse." Collete was struggling to remain + thoughtful even though she was hot again. "Have you eaten lunch yet?" "No.. + I had breakfast, but I don't even know what time it is. Come to think of + it, I definitely have to go to the bathroom, too!" + + Collete leaned around me to talk to Lisa, which made it easy for her to put + her arms around me. "We ARE supposed to nurse her today. Why don't you go + see if Maryanne has anything to feed her? We'll feed her in bed today! And + while you're doing that, I'll take Joanie to the bathroom. What do you + think?" Lisa nodded, but I think she was fighting her own desires too. "OK. + Sounds good" It sounded more like disappointment! + + Collete walked with me to the bathroom, and then closed the door behind us. + She leaned back against it, and looked at me. I waited for whatever she + wanted, and she finally said, "I think I'll use the bathroom first." She + walked over to the toilet, pulled down her panties, and held her skirt + around her as she sat down. I watched her, because I'd never seen a girl do + it before. She pulled a piece of tissue, and put in my hand. "Pat me dry, + Joanie." I reached down between her legs and patted her dry. She grabbed my + hand, "Drop the tissue." and when I had pulled my hand against her cunt. + She moved it back and forth against her, and asked me, "How does that + feel?" "That feels good," I whispered to her. She abruptly stood up, with + my hand now trapped between her legs. "Soon you'll have your fingers in + me," she whispered, "and I'll come on them." She abruptly pushed my hand + away, and told me, "Go to the potty now, and I'll watch you!" I sat down, + but my dick was hard again. She looked at it and laughed, "Why, you'd pee + in your face like that! Make it go down, Joanie." I looked away, and + concentrated, but that only made it harder. "Then I'll make it go down!" + She grabbed it and bent it down until it was pointed in the right + direction. It hurt when she did that, but it felt good to feel her cool + hands on me. "NOW go to the potty." I tried, but it wouldn't come out. "I + said go to the potty!" "I'm trying, it won't come out like that. And I have + to go bad!" "Then FORCE it out, Joanie, I can't wait all day." I pushed, + and finally a little tinkled out. There was more, and I kept pushing until + it was all out, which took a long time. "It hurts when you hold it like + that Collete" I whispered to her. "Good. Then I'll do it again. You want me + to, don't you?" "Yes," I whispered. Collete took a piece of tissue, and + wiped it around the end, squeezing hard. "Get up, Joanie!" + + I stood up, and flushed the toilet. Collete looked at my face critically, + and said, "You need to freshen up you face. Go ahead, and I'll watch." She + watched, and told me what to put on, and how to do it when I wasn't sure. + When I was done to her satisfaction, she nodded, and we went back to the + bedroom. + + Lisa was waiting for us there, lying on my bed and kicking her feet in the + air with a crossed leg. She had unbuttoned her blouse, and I could see she + wasn't wearing any panties. There was a plate of small sandwiches and fruit + on the floor. "You took long enough," she groused. "Joanie put on some + fresh make-up," was all Collete had to say. "Why don't you get off the bed, + and we'll let Joanie lay down since she doesn't feel good?". + + Lisa stood up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. "No," Collete said, "I + think it's better if you lie down." So I laid down, and then Collete picked + up the old nylons and took my hand and started tying it to the bedpost + again. Lisa looked at her, and said mildly, "That's going to make it hard + for her to eat." Collete replied, "Oh, I thought we'd feed her, OK?" Lisa + nodded. When my arms were tied down, Collete sat down beside me. Lisa + shrugged and moved to the other side and sat down. Collete picked up the + plate, put it on my stomach, and picked up one of the sandwiches. She held + it to my mouth, and said, "Eat, baby, eat the food." Lisa laughed at my + expression, but I ate the sandwich bite by bite. Lisa just watched, and + then laid down in a more comfortable position beside me. She slowly stroked + her hand up and down along my belly and legs. Collete continued feeding me, + a little bit at a time, until most of the plate was gone. She put the plate + back on the floor, under the bed. + + Collete just sat there for a few minutes looking at me and her sister. Then + she stood and shrugged herself out of her dress. She stood there, in her + bra and panties, poised for my benefit. Then she removed her bra, so her + breasts stood free. She ran her hands up along her legs, along her side, up + under her breasts. She cupped them, and then lightly ran her fingers over + the nipples. She slipped her hands under her panties, and rubbed back and + forth a few times. She stood there another minute, still with her hand in + her panties, and then quickly removed her panties so she was naked. She sat + down beside me again, and then laid next to me and wrapped her arms around + me so that Collete and Lisa and I were all intertwined. I only have a small + bed, so it was a tight fit, but I wasn't going to complain. + + Lisa had lain there the whole time, watching her sister, and still softly + running her hands on me. Now she stopped for a second, and removed her + clothes. More quickly than her sister she was naked. She stood there for me + to admire. Collete watched her, too, and then she started stroking me + softly, everywhere but on my dick. Collete and I watched Lisa, and Lisa + watched us, and then Lisa lay back down again and stroked me. + + It was very relaxing, and the strokes grew more and more slow. Despite the + feel of the girls against me I eventually drifted off the sleep. + + Maryanne + ------------------------------------------------------------ + It was quiet in the bedroom. Almost too quiet. I restrained myself, + however, and waited until mid-afternoon before I knocked lightly on + the door. There was no answer, so I opened it and peeked in. The three + of them were sound asleep on the bed. I walked in and stood over them. + + The girls had tied Joanie's arms to the posts again. They were both + naked, and pressed against Joanie's sides. Collete had thrown her leg + over Joanie's thigh, so that her pussy was pressed against it. One arm + was under her, and the other was across Joanie's chest. Lisa was lying + on one arm too, but so that it was a pillow for her head. Her other + arm trailed down Joanie's chest, and her hand rested on the inside of + Joanie's thigh so that it was next to her prick. Joanie was still + half-hard. + + They all had peaceful expressions on their faces. They were all so + lovely. Joanie had on fresh make-up, and the girls were lovely as only + a young woman freshly past pubescence could be. + + My own hand reached for my panties, and gently rubbed inside. Then, + sighing, I left the room. I returned in a minute with a light summer + blanket and spread it over their legs. Collete stirred slightly until + she was more comfortably close to Joanie and then recovered peaceful + repose. + + I quietly left the room. + + + + Linda + ----------------------------------------------------------- + I couldn't wait until 6 o'clock. I knew Maryanne wouldn't mind if I + showed up early, so I called up hubby to let him know the girls and I + were going to stay there. "What's the occasion?" he asked. I told him + that Maryanne's husband was out of town, and that her niece Joanie was + visiting for awhile, and we were all going to have a girl's slumber + party. Hubby was a bit disappointed at fending for himself, but he's + been around me and two growing girls long enough to know when to stay + out of things. "Why don't you go out tonight? Find one of your + bachelor friends or something?" I suggested. "Well, I haven't done + that in awhile. Could be fun, have pizza and a few drinks." he + reflected. "Just don't have too much fun," I laughed, "remember you're + married!" I smiled at my deception; none of it was a lie! Of course, I + was married too, and I wouldn't forget that, but that wasn't going to + stop me! + + Maryanne was a little surprised to see me early, but not upset or put + out or anything. She was wearing a light summer house dress, that only + came down to mid-thigh. I told her that she looked delicious in it, + and probably wore it to give the mailman a thrill. She grinned at the + joke. + + The house was silent, so, "Where's the girls?" "Oh, they're all asleep + right now. I think they were going to let Joanie rest up because she + was so tired, and they just fell asleep beside her! They're all + absolutely lovely like that; you must see them!" We peeked into the + bedroom, and she was right. It was a beautiful scene, and should have + been painted by one of the old masters. Of course, the tied hands + might have given him fits! + + "They look so peaceful. Maybe we should take a nap, too, and when we + all wake up we can go out to dinner, or maybe order in?" Maryanne + thought, "Well, that does sound like a good idea. I didn't really wake + up refreshed this morning." She turned to me suddenly and hugged me, + and kissed me on the cheek, and said, "And thank you for this morning. + You set everything right again." I hugged her back, and told her, + "You're my friend, and I love you." We smiled at each other and broke + apart. + + We went to Maryanne's bedroom. She took off her dress, and of course I + noticed right away she didn't have anything else on. To be polite, I + removed my bra after I took my dress off. + + It always feels strange to sleep in a bed when it's not your own. It + felt even more strange when I thought that Maryanne and her hubby made + love in this bed. I wondered if these were the same sheets they'd last + made love in. + + Of course, that brought up the question about what really happened + last night. I turned over to face Maryanne, and wrapped my arm across + her stomach. The way we were lying gave me an excellent view of her + sexy body, and caused my breasts to press against her arm. I could see + her nipples tighten slightly in response. + + "So, you promised to tell me what happened last night. I'm dying to + know what made it the world's greatest experience!" + + "Well," she was thoughtful, "it wasn't that anything 'different' or + 'special' really happened on the physical end, although the results + were spectacular. I think it was because I'd never been so aroused." I + could see the effect the memory alone was having on her; her nipples + tightened some more and her belly suddenly went taut. + + "Well, tell me the physical part, then, that might be an easier + starting place." + + Maryanne told me about holding Joanie to her breast, and how Joanie + kissed her and teased her nipples with her tongue. And then how she + held Joanie's hand against her cunt (I looked down as she was telling + me this next part, and it was obvious that she was getting excited + again. Her legs parted and her hips moved ever so slightly upward, as + if a cock was about to enter her) and then how Joanie's fingers went + inside her and how she felt like she was having a continuous orgasm as + good as she'd ever had only longer and longer, and then how she + realized that it was going to be even better (and by this time I had + watched her hand slowly move so that she was cupping herself. I think + she was so caught up in the memory she didn't even realize what she + was doing! I was fascinated.) And, of course, how she finally realized + she wanted to give her cunt to Joanie's mouth, and how she lowered + herself to Joanie's face and pushed and rubbed (by this time her knees + were in the air. I had leaned up and moved out of the way and Maryanne + never noticed! I could see her cunt and it was indeed glistening + again.) and then how she literally exploded into a million fragments + on Joanie's face, and then! she woke up from her memory and realized + what she was doing! + + In a sense, it was a perfect comedy set-up. If Laurel and Hardy had + ever been able to show something like this they surely would have done + so! By that time, though, all that I could think of was how lovely and + luscious Maryanne looked. + + She looked quickly into my face, and then away. I could see it start + to flame. To reassure her, I bent over and kissed her cheek, and put + my hand over hers over her cunt, and whispered in her ear, "You're so + beautiful and sexy. Now I know why everyone loves you!" She was still + embarrassed, and only half turned her face to mine. I couldn't resist + any longer; I pushed Maryanne's hand harder against her cunt, and then + felt her fingers slide in. I heard her gasp, and she turned and kissed + me on the mouth, and I pushed my tongue between her lips and then I + moved my fingers alongside her's until we were both inside her and we + rocked her and very quickly she was shuddering and came. She opened + her eyes and looked at me with wonder and a bit of questioning and a + little love, and I reassured her with my smile, because then she + smiled with contentment and closed her eyes, and I laid my head on her + shoulder, and we were soon fast asleep. + + + Lisa + ------------------------------------------------------------ + I woke slowly as the early evening shadows started entering the room. + I slowly disentangled myself from Joanie and my sister, so as not to + disturb them. I half-sat there for a few minutes. I had never really + seen either of them like that before: they were both peaceful and + entwined together as if we all belonged. If this was part of being + with someone was about, then I didn't want to ever be alone again. + + My stomach rumbled, which must have been what woke me up. I carefully + moved off the bed, and quietly out the door. I was passing Maryanne's + bedroom on the way to the kitchen, and I took a quick peek in. She was + there, asleep, and so was my mom! And Maryanne's legs were still open, + and her's and Mom's hands were there together, and Mom had her head on + Maryanne's shoulder. + + Even asleep, Maryanne was beautiful. I'd always been aware of it + before, but now it struck me really hard; even my mom was attracted to + her! I was struck with deep feelings of uncertainty and pity and envy. + I would never look like Maryanne or my mom. I would never be as + attractive as they were. How could I ever attract a man of my own? And + now they were here with Collete and Joanie and I. And Joanie had told + us how special the night before had been, and the way she described it + left little doubt in my mind that she'd ever think the same thing of + me. + + I walked into the room, to stare at this woman who was more than I'd + ever be, and might take everything I had away from me. I stood at the + foot of the bed, and then moved up alongside her and down at her. + + She must have sensed my presence, because she half-opened her eyes and + then smiled at me. "Is it time to get up, honey?" I didn't answer, + because now I was angry at this woman. She opened her eyes because I + hadn't answered, and then, careful not to disturb my mother, reached + out her hand to me, "What's wrong? Are you all right?" I whispered my + anger to her, "You're too beautiful..." + + She was fully awake now, and she had a concerned look on her face. She + carefully slid our from under mother, but I couldn't bear looking at + her anymore and ran out and ran to the living room and sat down. + + Maryanne quickly followed me, and sat down beside me. She put her arm + around me. I tried to shrug it off, but she only held tighter so that + I had to lean against her. "Tell me," she said gently. "You're too + beautiful," I started angrily, but then I felt so sorry that I wasn't + beautiful myself that I broke into tears and huddled tighter against + her. + + She held me for a few seconds, slowly rubbing my back. It was very + comforting, and confused me because a few seconds ago I hated this + woman like I'd never hated anyone before. + + "Joanie loves you, you know." I was surprised at this, it wasn't what + I was expecting. She lifted my face so that I had to look at her. She + continued, "And that's never going to go away as long as you want her + to. And Johnny loves you very much, for the same reasons. And Joanie + and Johnny love Collete, too. And I or your mother can never take that + away from you or your sister. Joanie loves us, too, but in a different + way. And I love Joanie and my son Johnny. And someday you'll love + other people, too, and it will also be something that no one else can + ever take from you." + + I guess I was a little amazed, that she seemed to know what I was + thinking and, "How did you know?". + + She laughed, gently, and replied, "Every woman has these feelings. + Especially when we're still young women. You think that I'm a pretty + woman, but I still sometimes wonder and have the same doubts. Your + mother is a pretty woman, and she sometimes has the same doubts. And," + she moved her hand and softly held it against me cheek, "you're a + pretty woman, who will grow into a beautiful woman, too. And you may + think I can take someone away from you because I have so much more + experience; well, experience has taught me not to do such things. And + someday you'll have my experience, and much more, too, and you'll know + that experience is not a substitute for real caring and affection, and + love." + + I started crying again, but this time with happiness and also + affection for Maryanne. I hugged her to me this time, and my tears ran + off my face onto her shoulder. + + She held me a few minutes until I was quiet again, and then held me + away so she could see my face. She gently wiped the tears away, and + then said, "Better?" I nodded. "Ready to face the world?" I nodded + again. "Are you hungry?" I laughed and, "Yes, I am!" She laughed with + me, and "Then let's raid the kitchen for a quick snack! Sex and crying + always require some recharging!" + + So there I was standing totally naked in a strange kitchen, chatting + away with another naked woman, making little snacks, and feeling like + I was having the time of my life! + +-- ----------- End of Part A ----------- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ymca.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ymca.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ec4ad50c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/ymca.txt @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ + At the YMCA + (mb: man-boy; minor; essentially consensual) + + by Wallad + +During the March school break our class organised a week visit to the +city. The boys were staying at the Y and the girls in some cheap hotel. +We really enjoyed the Y facilities; the great fun was that the pool +regulations required that we do not use any bathing suits. That was +embarrassing at first, but we quickly got used to it and playing in the +pool in our birthday suits developed a nice relaxed friendship between us. + +There were some men also in the Y. At first we ignored them and then we +realised that they did not ignore us. We started to show off and we +enjoyed the fact that they were watching. Most of us were 12 years old, +just at the beginning of puberty. I was a bit taller than my friends, +but, to my despair, I had no trace of pubic hair. I easily had an +erection, and since it was a full 4 inch long; it was hard to hide. Once +in the showers a man was really gazing at me, and to my immense +embarrassment, I started having an erection. Everyone noticed it and made +fun of me, so I had to rush to my towel. We frequently teased each other +this way; so I thought that the incident would be of no consequence. + + +I was wrong! + + +I met the same man several times: In the cafeteria, he was having lunch +at the same time as we did; he watched TV at the same time; twice in the +corridors we met - I knew that those were not just coincidences. The +others did not notice, but I knew that he was always looking at me. Once +I dared to look back thinking that I would discourage him. But I noticed +a very sad expression; his eyes did not turn away; we stared at each +other. My anger vanished; I was fascinated by his eyes; they were +speaking to me; I was the first to look away. The memory of his eyes +stayed with me. He reminded me a bit of the way my puppy looked et me; +sort of saying "if only I could speak". + +I did not sleep much that night. I had nightmares of someone calling me +in despair. His eyes were everywhere. I was perspiring heavily. I +finally slept a few hours and I was awaken by our councillor. It was +quite late and everyone was waiting for me. He noticed that I had a bad +night and the program for the day called for several hours of hiking. I +just wanted to sleep; I asked him if I could stay in and he accepted. + +I managed to sleep a few hours in the morning. When I got up, I noticed +that the Y was practically empty. I went around a bit. I was not used to +being alone and I quickly got bored. I thought that a shower would wake +me up. I had the whole shower room for myself; I took a long shower, +whistling, relaxed. I enjoyed my freedom; I had finally forgotten the +man. + +The shower room was also a washroom; occasionally someone would come in, +go the washroom, and then leave. Until I noticed that someone had come in +but I had not heard him leave. So I turned around, and here was my man; +staring at me more intensely than ever. He was just standing there not +even trying to appear as if he was doing something else. I blushed; +turned my back to him, and again this damn erection came back. A full +erection, pointing upward. I wished he had not noticed; but I knew that +he knew. + +I could not do a thing. I waited, hoping that he would leave, that my +erection would go away. I was scared; I could not really turn around, but +I knew that he was there, staring as usual. I felt his eyes on my bums as +if they were hands. I was very excited; I thought I would have an orgasm +without even touching myself. I waited a long time; forever it seemed. +It was ridiculous; what was I afraid of? This man was a pussy-cat; I +could not stay like that for ever; I gathered-up my courage turned around +and walked towards my towel that was hung on the wall just behind him; my +full erection ahead of me, as if it was the most natural thing on earth. + +As I went passed him, he took my penis in his hand. He just held it +there. I think he was as afraid as I was. I completely froze. I could +not move. I could not say a word. I felt hypnotised. I just looked at +his hand; I did not try to move away. It was not me. I was back in my +nightmare. That was all unreal. I was going to wake-up. + +Then his hand started to stroke my penis up and down slowly. I never +thought that it could feel so much better when someone else did it. His +other hand started caressing my bums, squeezing them. I was shivering and +feeling burning hot at the same time. He sensed that, took my towel and +started to dry me up; lovingly. No one had dried me up since my mother +used to do it; it was the same loving hands; I was a small child again; +back in the unreal. + +Then somehow I snapped in and I tried to walk away. He did not let me go. +He lifted me in his arm carrying me as if I was a baby. I noticed that he +was very strong, at least twice my weight. I was back to being a child in +the arms of my mother; I did not try to free myself; it was good to be in +his arms. He pushed the door of the shower room with his foot and took me +in the corridor in his arms. Naked as I was, it was crazy; thank god we +did not meet any one. + +When we got to his room, he squeezed me hard in his arms and blocked me +against the door as he put a hand in his pocket to get his key. The +squeezing was a bit painful, but pain did not matter; anticipation was +making me dizzy. He managed to open his door without letting me down; he +got in; closed the door with his foot; went towards the bed; pull the +sheets over and deposited me with great tenderness as if I was a delicate +treasure. + +Strangely my erection was gone. It was not that I was scared; it was just +unreal; I felt that I belonged in this bed; it was not sexual any more. I +was his baby. He moved away, and just kept on staring at me. His eyes +told me that my body was an exquisite beauty. I knew I was beautiful; I +had often looked at myself naked in front of a mirror, but it was nice to +see it in his eyes. He had said nothing; I had said nothing. Why talk? +Talking could not express the confusion in my mind or the intensity of his +obsession. + +He took his cloth off. He had a huge erection - Twice my size. I don't +think I had ever seen a penis that big. I did not know it could be that +heavy; it was pointing almost downward. It was ugly and gross. My penis +was so light, so fresh compared to this mass of dark colour and messy +hair. It was ridiculous. I was the one staring; I knew I was attracted +as by a magnet and my full erection came back. I think that at this +moment I realised that I was going to be gay - all my life. + +He came towards me. He sat next to me on the bed and gently stroked my +hair, still a bit wet. He thought I was cold and he actually covered me +with the blanket. He did not need to stare at me any more, I was in his +brain. He tucked me in; I closed my eyes; he kissed them. + +The back of his hand caressed my cheek. He kissed me between the eyes; he +went down along my nose; kissed lightly my closed lips and then furiously +buried his head in my neck, kissing, eating. I almost thought he was +sobbing. His arms around my head, he kept me locked in, squeezing hard. + +He stayed like that a long time and I was startled when his hands started +to move under the blanket. He massaged my arms, spent some time in my +armpits; kissed them; moved to my breasts; kissed my nipples; his hands +moved downward. He caressed my belly, teasing me by barely touching my +erect penis. + +Then he pulled the cover exposing my shivering body. He seemed to admire +the sight of my penis pressing hard on my belly. His fingers ran all +around it without touching it. He wanted me to be hungry. + +Then he moved in to lie down on top of me. His huge balls landed softly +on my small testicles. Something passed between them; they became one +entangled mass. His penis came along mine, but his reached beyond my +belly button. His breast fell heavily on my chest. His mouth was all +over me kissing, licking, biting. + +He ate my ear lobs, my chin, my nose; every part of my face had been in +his mouth. His tongue forced my lips open and he invaded me. + +Down there, his balls were moving constantly, slipping between mines, +right, left, in between. Our penises were intertwined; his legs engulfed +mine; we were making knots. All parts of his body were working at the +same time; but they were in perfect harmony. And my body was responding; +searching the most intimate grip; trying to pass as much current as +possible. + +I did not want him to stop. Each time I was about to ejaculate, he felt +it, lifted up to let my balls and penis take a rest and as soon as the +urge was gone he was back in, rubbing me - all of me. Slowly the frenzy +started, his mouth in my neck, his body was pressing against mine with all +his weight; I knew that this time there would be no stoping. I was the +first to shoot my load; a glorious conquest I would never forget. And +then he started to shoot and shoot; I was inundated in his semen. + + +We laid there exhausted, wet and sticky. + + +Reality came back. What was I doing there? It was totally +insane. My hunger was gone, the man next to me was a monster. +His smell disturbed me. He still had an arm across my chest. I +just laid there, empty, hating him. I think he knew I did not +want him any more. He stood up, took a towel, dried me up, dried +himself. He pulled the blanket over me, tucked me in and moved +away. I was thankful for that. I needed to be alone. I was +tired. I just wanted to sleep. I did not want to think. + +Later when I opened my eyes, he was sitting on a chair, +looking at me sleeping. All the sadness of the world was in him. +I was not angry at him any more. He was not a monster. We had +shared a great pleasure and I knew he could be a friend. I +smiled and he smiled back. It was our first non-sexual exchange. +We both knew that we should not speak. + + +He sat next to me. His hand invaded me under the blanket and +caressed my balls. It felt good, this man knew my body more than +anyone; he had a sense for the perfect timing, the perfect +pleasure. My erection came back at full strength. His mouth had +joined his hand; he was licking my penis. His hand on my balls +became more insistent and with a with a big suction he pulled my +whole erection in his mouth. I gasped. I have been sucked +thousands of time since then, but no one ever managed to give me +the same sensation. The hunger, the apprehension, the surprise +and the shift from gentle licking to a wild suction; I thought I +was going to shoot another load right away. But he sensed it, +pulled out and squeezed the base of my penis, killing the orgasm +just before it started. This guy was an expert; he was +manipulating each of my sensations with precision. + +He repeated it several times; I thought my orgasm was +unavoidable each time. But he always stopped it. My urge to +shoot was becoming a panic. Would he ever let me? His sucking +was in fact quieting down. His hand would still massage my balls +and his mouth was becoming very gentle. And then finally, +finally, he switched again to a fast tempo sucked me as a furry; +I thought that my penis was coming off and I started a very long +orgasm. The accumulation of several aborted orgasms came out; I +shot again and again in his mouth; he was avidly swallowing every +drop. + +He laid there exhausted. This time I did not feel any +repulsion. I was thankful that he had worked so hard to give me +pleasure. I still had an erection and he was still staring at +it. My semen in him was a bond. I knew I loved that man. + + +He laid behind me turning me to my side. He had one arm under +my head and the other was holding me tight; his lips, his whole +face was lost in my hair. The rest of his body was glued to my +back. I could feel his testicles rubbing my bums; his stiff +penis between my bums and protruding up into my back; his legs +were all around me; I was completely in him; I was him. I was +back to being a baby in my mother's arms; my body relaxed; my +erection disappeared; my mind started to drift and I fell asleep. + +I woke up to a cool sensation at my ass hole. He had me +laying on my stomach. He was on top of me upside down. His face +inside my bums, his knees around my head, his hands were holding +my ass cheeks apart while his tongue kept on licking, his lips +eating. It felt fresh. I was wandering whether I was really +clean down there. Well, with all this licking, I must be cleaner +than ever now. + +His testicles were pressing on my hair; his penis in my neck +felt good; they were keeping me company as his face was hard at +work; giving me new sensations. My penis was back in full +erection, of course. + +He started to slide down; his lips eating my thighs; his penis +rubbing my back. His face got to my feet as his penis was in the +crack of my bums; his testicles gave me caresses at the top of +the bums while his face was buried in my feet kissing them. He +sucked each toe - each his own way, his own angle. His testicles +and penis were massaging my bums. As crazy a position as it was, +it felt very natural; each part of our bodies were meant to be +linked this way; it all fitted perfectly. + +After making love to my feet, he would slide back up and eat +my ass a bit more, then he would return to my feet. Each time he +came back to my ass, it was a bit wilder, he was almost biting +into it. He pushed his tongue against my tightly closed hole. I +took a chance and relaxed a bit to let his tongue in. Again it +seemed as his tongue was made for that. It started to reach +areas that were unexplored. Sensations totally new. That is +when I learned that my body had an insatiable depth of pleasure. +Every part of me was meant for pleasure, even my anus, +particularly my anus. + +And then he got up, I felt a shiver, it was cold. For the +last few hours he had been my blanket, a very active blanket. I +felt rejected, abandoned. I looked at him, his eyes had lost any +tenderness; now it was madness. He looked at me angrily with no +reason; his eyes were saying "now it is my turn". I was scared +and felt paralysed again. He came back towards the bed, put me +on my side facing the wall, he bent my upper leg and pushed it up +as he was reaching for something in the night table that I could +not see. After covering the middle finger of his right hand with +lubricant, his left hand pulled my upper bum while his +lubricated finger pushed in. The pain surprised me. I reacted +scared. He pushed my leg up a bit more and held me tight. No +more caresses, now it was his business, his pleasure. + +He did not move and waited with his finger barely one inch in. +I knew what was going to follow and I was terrified. There was +no way that this huge penis of his could fit in me without +tearing me apart. With one finger still in, he laid down next to +me and started back his caresses, his kisses on my neck. The +pain diminished my muscles relaxed. He pushed his finger all the +way in - mixture of pain and pleasure. I knew I should relax and +it became mostly pleasure. His finger was exploring and that +felt good. He was turning, moving sideways. I knew he was +trying to enlarge me and I cooperated moving my leg up. He +withdrew his finger and went back in with two fingers. A bit +more pain; I was wide open; I knew I was ready for coupling. + +And he knew that too. He slid a condom on his enormous penis. +As he put a hand on my mouth; I started to panic; I could barely +breath. As I was trying to fight his hand off, I almost forgot +that the centre of his attention was my ass. The tip of his +penis was pushing against my ass hole. + +Now I knew that I should really panic. I tightened my ass +muscles; there was no way I would let him in. But with a big +shove he pushed in. I screamed; it was an incredible pain; more +pain than was imaginable; that was too much; he was cutting me +up. + +In fact he had barely got the head of his penis in. He +stopped moving. Just putting enough pressure to resist my wild +attempts at pushing him off. After a while I stopped pushing and +I tried to relax again; it was unavoidable so I better cooperate. +As I was quieting down, he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek as +to apologize. He kept on kissing my hair and his hand was +caressing my face. + +He started pumping his penis ever so slowly. But as I started +to accept the pain, he put his hand on my mouth a second time and +made a big shove, reviving the pain all over my body. That was +pure sadism on his part. It was not necessary, he could have +gone in gently. But he wanted to feel my fear; he wanted to keep +my anxiety tuned in. He stopped moving when he was all the way +in; I could even feel his balls. + +After a while he started his pumping motion again, quietly at +first but with an increasing tempo. I discovered that deep +inside me there was pleasure. I discovered that with the pain +there was pleasure; pleasure of being used; pleasure of giving so +much ecstasy to a man that was now part of me. + +I was back in full erection and I knew that I could shoot +again anytime. One would think that his penis sensed that. +After every pumping exercise, as I was getting to orgasm, he +would stop and wait. Only to start again, slowly, raising the +speed, getting to a wild frenzy, he was pushing my body up the +bed, slamming his balls against me. He was forcing me to follow +his rhythm - relax when he wanted to relax, get to climax when he +was getting there. + +That lasted a long time, the stretch of my ass was not +bearable, but I did not really try to push him out any more. +Finally, in a wild fast phase I knew he could not stop; he went +all the way, shooting inside me - and I shot too. We kept on +jerking together, completely synchronised as if we were a single +body. We were both consumed. + +He lost his erection right away, while mine was still up. He +pulled out, giving me one last sharp pain. He removed his condom +and threw it away. He laid behind me as before; held me tight; +and fell asleep. I could not sleep any more. I could feel the +cool wet sheet under me, from my own semen, but I did not mind. +I still had some pain down there, but I did not mind. I knew +that now I had part of him in me; for ever. + + +I was not a child any more; I had entered adulthood by the big +door. All fear was gone. As he slept, I thought I was guarding +him. Now he was mine as much as I was his. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yng-leso.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yng-leso.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..08cb7c28 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yng-leso.txt @@ -0,0 +1,212 @@ +Subject: Young Lesbians (Mff, pedo, hot++) +Date: Wed, 08 Jan 1997 04:05:15 GMT +From: MrDouble@ix.netcom.com (Mr Double) +Organization: Rosa Lopez Internacial (R.L.I. Industries) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories + +Double For Nothing!! Tricks For Free!!! + +http://www.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html + +Be There.... + +************************************************************* + + MR DOUBLE DISCLAIMER +************************************************************* + +The following story describes GRAPHIC SEXUAL situations involving children which +are INTENDED TO BE READ BY ADULTS ONLY. + +If you are breaking a law in your area by reading furthur, or are under the age +of 18, immediately erase this story, call the police and turn yourself in. + +MR DOUBLE is the Poster, the Author NOT ! + +*************************************************************** + Enjoy ! *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* +*************************************************************** +Archive-name: Young/ynglesb.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: Young Lesbians + +A couple of years back I lived when I was living in a mobile home +I had the strangest experience. I was home from work early and +relaxing when I heard some voices coming from the rear of my home. +This is where my storage shed was so I though someone might be +breaking in so I went to the back bedroom to look out. As I got +closer I could tell that voices belonged to girls. I peeked out +the window and saw two young girls standing at the rear of my +shed. The oldest one looked to be about 13 and the other was about +10, both were wearing the traditional school uniform of blouse and +skirt. The youngest told the other girl if she wanted to look it +would cost her $3.00 and another $2.00 for a feel. Wow it didn't +take much deduction to figure out the younger girl was selling her +self. I listened and watched as they argued about the money and I +learned the older girl's name was Jill and the younger one was Amy. +Apparently Jill wanted for some reason to feel up Amy, but didn't +want to pay. +"But Amy we are both girls I figured you only charged the boys to +feel you up ?", blurted Jill. +"A feel is a feel you have to pay, now are you going to pay or what +I have to get home ?". +With that Jill handed Amy a five dollar bill, who tucked it into +her school bag. This was getting exiting for me and I started to +rub my swollen cock through my pants as I watched. They both were +sideways to me, so I had a pretty good view. Amy put her book bag +down on the ground then reached up under her skirt. The next thing +I saw was Amy pushing her panties down to her knees, they were blue +cotton panties like most girls her age wear. Amy then lifted her +skirt up and I had a beautiful view of her small hairless pussy. +"That is beautiful Amy, I wish my pussy looked that nice." Jill +was obviously turned on and didn't waste any time putting her hand +on Amy's pussy. Amy seemed to enjoy this also as she closed her +eyes and rolled her head around slowly. Jill rubbed her hand up +and down over Amy's pussy, once in while she would let her middle +finger find it's way between Amy's lips. +"I want to kiss you down there if you don't mind ?" +"I suppose so, no one ever asked that before isn't it kind of nasty +kissing my pee hole ?" +"No it taste good and it will make you feel even better." +Jill got down on here knees which put her face even with Amy's +crotch. Amy was looking down and watched as Jill put her hands on +her ass and pulled her towards her face. Jill did as she asked and +kissed Amy's tender young pussy lips, just like a regular kiss. +"That didn't make me feel anything different, you are lying to me." +She took her hands off Amy's ass and used them to spread the lips +of Amy's little pussy. Jill's head was moving up and down which +was obvious that she was licking inside Amy. +"Oh God that does feel great Jill." +I couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to join in with them. I +went out my front door and quietly came up behind them. Figuring +I had one over on them I was going to approach them. +"Hi girls having fun ?", I said. Jill looked up from Amy's crotch +as Amy's eyes popped open. +"Please don't tell anyone mister we will leave", asked Jill. Amy +had let go of her skirt and let it fall down covering herself up, +but her panties were still around her knees. +"I'm not going to tell anyone, besides it looked as if you both +were only having some fun. Nothing wrong with having some fun is +there ?". +They both seemed to relax some and got big smiles on their faces. +"Those are some pretty panties Amy why not just take them off,I can +hold them for you." +"How did you know my name ?" +"I have been watching you both for some time, this is my house you +are behind. I must agree with Jill you do have a pretty pussy. +Why don't you two come inside where you can have more privacy?" +They looked at each other and again got a big smile on their faces +and agreed. Amy finished taking her panties off and handed them to +me. "Now don't loose them", she said. +"You two can use the bedroom or just stay out here in the living +room, what ever you want." +They whispered between them selves, I couldn't make out what they +were saying but the kept giggling. +"We will use the bedroom and will let you watch us if you do two +things.", stated Amy. +"What are they ?", I asked. +"One you must never tell any one about this and two you must take +off all of your clothes." +Having gone past the point of no return with these young lesbians +I of course agreed. We went to my bedroom where they insisted that +I strip before they do anything. I slowly removed all my clothes +and was down to my jockey shorts. My cock as huge and bulging +through my jockeys as I pulled them down. Both girl's eyes popped +wide open when they saw my cock. +"There now your girl's turn to strip" They didn't say a word but +started to strip. They both started with their blouses. Amy didn't +need a bra yet which was obvious by her flat chest. Her nipples +were very pink and small with no signs of developing yet. Jill on +the other hand was wearing a small white bra, it hooked in the back +and had a little pink bow on the front. It was the type of bra +that didn't have a cup size yet and was just used to hold her in. +"What size is your bra Jill ?", I felt daring asking questions. +"Oh I think it is a 28 ". She reached behind her self and unhooked +her bra and slid it off her. Her young tits were evident, sticking +straight out like a couple of cones. Her nipples were still very +pink just like Amy's. They both unfastened their skirts and let +them drop to the floor. Amy of course was totally nude, but Jill +still had her panties on. She was wearing small pink bikini +panties which she removed. Her pussy was slightly covered with +hair but her lips were still visible through the down. Amy laid +down on the bed and Amy resumed licking her pussy. I sat down on +the edge of the bed looking right up at Jill's crotch, she was on +her knees with her ass in the air. Amy was rocking her hips around +in Jill's face moaning very loudly. Feeling bold I put my hand on +Jill's little ass giving it a little squeeze. She pushed her cheek +tighter against my and giving me the signal to continue. I spread +her ass apart to view her pretty little hole, when my finger +touched it she shuddered slightly. I worked my way up to her pussy +which was very wet and rubbed her swollen love button. My finger +slid in very easily all the way, with help from Jill who sat down +on my finger. She followed my finger as it moved in and out by +rocking her hips. "Please lick me down there ", she moaned. +I laid down between her legs looking straight up at her pussy, and +pulled her down to my face. She tasted so good as I licked her +pussy, drinking up her tender young juices. She had an orgasm all +most immediately after I started. She pushed down on my face so +hard I thought I would suffocate. Jill rolled over on to the bed +in exhaustion, leaving me with my head between Amy's legs. +"Well don't just lay there her I am", said Amy. I turned over and +was looking right at a small hairless 10 year old's pussy. She had +her legs drawn up and spread apart so far that I could see right up +her little hole. My mouth fit right over her pussy covering it all +up. She too was very wet and tasted even better that Jill, which +was hard to believe. As soon as I started to massage her love +button with my tongue she started rocking her hips violently. Her +young pussy was almost squirting juices out, my face was soaked and +so was the bed. This 10 year old girl was having a great orgasm. +Jill had recovered and started to explore my cock and balls. The +soft touch of her hand around my swollen cock was like heaven. +"God this feels great", exclaimed Amy. Her little pussy was still +quivering even after her orgasm. I laid on my back so Jill could +massage my cock better. +"You think it might fit inside me ?", asked Jill. +"It would be tight and might hurt at first." +"I want to try it any way." +"Me too.", said Amy. +"Well Jill asked first". +Jill got on top of me with my cock rubbing her pussy. Reaching +down I positioned the tip of my cock at her little hole. +"Now slowly sit down and it should go in", I instructed her. She +did as I told her and to my surprise it went it without out to much +effort. Her 13 year old pussy was tight and very wet. To my left +was Amy sitting watching all this and playing with her pussy. Jill +seemed to know what to do and fucked my cock like it has never been +fucked. I kept looking up at Jill bouncing up and down on my cock, +her little tits bouncing with her. I reached up and ran my finger +around her nipple softly pinching it. Her breast fit nicely in my +hands as I rubbed them. Looking at Amy made me even more excited +seeing her flat chest wondering what it would be like to suck on +just a nipple. It was very hard not to shoot my load off right +away, but I wanted to save it for Amy. +"Now it is Amy's turn." +"Ok but I want to see the stuff come out of you so don't be doing +it in her", asked Jill. +No sooner had Jill got off Amy jumped on. I knew this wasn't going +to be easy, trying to stuff my cock into an 10 year old's pussy. +I held the tip of my cock to her hairless pussy as she slowly sat +down. It took a couple of tries to get the head between her lips +so I suggested we not try. Amy wasn't to happy about that and gave +it a big push. We all could hear the pop sound it made when my +cock went all the way in. This was the tightest pussy I have ever +had and was all most so tight that I couldn't move it in and out. +After only of strokes in and out Amy was having her second orgasm, +and even a better one than the first. +"I'm coming", I yelled. I pulled out of Amy who rolled on to her +back next to Jill. I got up on my knees and started to finish the +job with my hand, which wasn't to hard having a naked 13 year old +on my left and a naked 10 year old on my right. I must have looked +like a water fountain, spurting out my cum in huge wads. I started +to just shoot it on the bed then decided to give the girls a little +sample. First I let a wad go on to Jill's face, some landed in her +hair but most of it landed on her lips. Then before Amy knew what +was happening I let one go on her face, this time with better aim +and landed it all on her mouth. Both girls got a big smile on +their faces and licked the cum off each other's face. We sat +around for awhile before getting dressed talking about how good it +felt. The girls said they had to get home but would come back +again for some more fun some day. + +STAYED TUNED FOR PART 2 THE BATHROOM BALL. +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch01.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch01.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..47d532d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch01.txt @@ -0,0 +1,499 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 1 + + Jennifer Wilson walked home from school that day. The young freshman +enjoyed the crisp September afternoon as she strolled down the sidewalk on the +half-mile trip home. + + It was Friday, and her friend, Heather Bradley, had invited her on +Thursday to come home with her on Friday. The two girls were planning to +change into their J.V. cheerleading uniforms at Heather's home, have dinner at +a local burger joint and then go to watch the first varsity football game of +the year. + + But Heather had apparently come down with the flu and didn't come to +school that day. So, Jenny had to change her plans and go home until the game. + + The house would be empty when she got home, she knew. Her mom wouldn't +be home from her job until after 6 P.M. Since her dad had left them six years +before, her mom had struggled to provide as much as possible for Jenny and her +senior sister, Susie. That often meant that she was working late hours and +sometimes on weekends. + + Little Jenny knew she was very attractive. Most of the boys in school at +Lt. Luke's would turn their heads when she would walk by - even the seniors. + + She carried the dufflebag containing her cheerleading uniform at her side +as she bounced down the sidewalk in her parochial school outfit. + + Standing about five and a half feet tall, she was very thin. Her small +A-cup breasts were only slightly outlined by the whit short-sleeve blouse she +wore. + + Because she was a little taller than her tiny waist size typically +suggested, her blue and white plaid pleated school skirt was somewhat shorter +than the skirts of the o r girls at school, hemming out at about seven inches +above her knees and displaying her thin thighs very nicely, she thought. + + She wore white knee socks and black-and-white saddle shoes. Jenny thought +the white knee socks and shortness of her skirt really showed off the tan she +had gotten that summer. Her long straight blonde hair, held in a ponytail, +shined in the mid-afternoon sun, and her face was that of an innocent angel, +framed by her golden bangs, with dimples and bright blue eyes. + + Jenny stopped at the corner by her home. Turning to her left, she saw a +man in a car, wanting to make a right-hand turn. She waited, expecting him to +turn in front of her, but he motioned her to cross ahead of him. + + Not wanting to delay him, she ran across the street, her flimsy little +pleated school skirt swishing and dancing high on her little ass as she ran. +She did it intentionally, knowing that the man might have gotten a tiny glimpse +of her white cotton panties. + + When she got across the street, she resumed walking but looked back over +her shoulder at the turning automobile. The car had turned, but she could see +his head pointed in her direction, his eyes clearly fastened on her tight +little ass. + + She knew she had given him a thrill, and it excited her. + + ******************* + + Jenny studied in her bedroom, still dressed in her school uniform. Her +mother wouldn't be home until late that night, she knew. She glanced at e +clock. It was 4:00 P.M., so she wouldn't have to change into her cheerleading +uniform for another hour and a half. + + As she did her homework reading assignment, she heard a door open, and +realized it was her older sister, Susie, coming home from school a little late. +It didn't surprise her, though, because Susie was a varsity cheerleader, and +the varsity squad always met after school for a brief practice on game days, +just like Jenny did before J.V. games. + + Jenny suddenly heard a boy's voice. It was Susie's boyfriend, Doug, a +wide receiver on the football team. Jenny knew that her mom forbid the girls +having boys in the house when she wasn't home. + + Jenny also realized that Susie wouldn't be expecting her younger sister to be +at the house that afternoon, so she quickly and quietly closed her bedroom +door, leaving it open just a couple of inches, anticipating an opportunity to +catch her sister making out with her boyfriend. + + Little Jenny hid in her closet as she heard the voices getting closer. +She could hear Susie and Doug walk into Susie's bedroom, across the hall. +After a couple of minutes, she came out of the closet and crept to the door. + + Since Susie had left her bedroom door open, Jenny had an almost- complete +view of her sister's room. Susie and Doug were standing next to the bed, +kissing. + + Susie was dressed in her varsity cheerleading uniform. She was taller +than her younger sister by only a couple of inches, and had a more shapely +figure than Jenny. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was parted in the middle +with bangs and hung loosely, curled under slightly and framing her lovely face. +Like Jenny, Susie had bright blue eyes and a killer smile. + + She wore a red long-sleeve sweater with a wide white band running around +the middle of the body and sleeves. On the front of the sweater, on the band +itself, were the letters "SLHS", for St. Luke's High School. The red lettering +stood out on her large, firm tits. + + The cheerleading skirt was also red, with twelve inverted white pleats. +It was incredibly short, barely covering her crotch, and as Susie reached up to +wrap her arms around Doug's neck, the skirt pulled up to show a slice of ass +cheeks peeking from a pair of tight white cheerleading panties. + + Red knee socks with three white stripes around the top and white tennis +shoes completed the uniform. She was a picture of sheer teen beauty. + + Jenny watched with interest as the two teen lovers kissed each other +passionately. + + Doug's hands stroked the back side of Susie's shapely thighs repeatedly, +then slid up under the hem of the cheerleading skirt. The white pleats fanned +out as his hands pulled the skirt up, then grasped both ass cheeks through her +white cheer panties. + + The young man pulled Susie tightly against him, rubbing his crotch +against hers as they French-kissed. + + "Oh, Susie..." he moaned. "I've gotta fuck you now..." + + Their breathing grew louder as each drew each other to a higher level of +sexual frenzy. + + "You want me to suck your cock first?" Susie asked Doug. + + "Yeah!" he groaned. + + The two relaxed their embrace as Doug reached down for his belt buckle, a +bulge clearly standing out against his slacks. + + Jenny stood, peeking through the cracked-open door, in shock. She had +never known her sister was like this, but she was curious, eager to watch her +suck and fuck Doug. + + In moments, he had kicked his shoes off and ulled off his pants. He +threw the trousers aside, then peeled off his underwear. As he did so, his +nine-inch hard-on slapped up against him and fell to a straight-out position, +finally free of the fabric restraining it. + + Jenny's eyes grew wide in amazement. She had never seen a guy's cock +before. The young girl watched with fascination as her older sister knelt down +before Doug. + + Susie's red skirt flared out in white pleats as she dropped to her knees. +She grasped Doug's throbbing meat in her left hand and smiled as she briefly +admired it. Then she touched her tongue to the tip of his prick-head and +teasingly ran it up and down the underside of the shaft + + "Do you lik this?" she asked, knowingly. + + "Oh, God, yes..." came the reply. + + Susie than clamped her lips around the head, stroking the tender +underside of it with soft, quick tongue movements as she pumped the shaft with +her left hand. She stuck her right hand under her little cheerleading skirt, +rubbing her clit through her panties. + + Jenny watched intently. She also put her hand under her blue and white +plaid pleated school skirt and rubbed herself through her panties. It felt +even better than usual, because she was getting really turned-on by watching +Doug and her sister. + + Susie was now sucking him hard. Her cheeks drew inwards as she pulled +his cock in and out with quick, short head movements. Doug groaned even louder +now, his balls almost ready to explode. + + "Oh, Susie," Doug gasped. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep it up!" + + She pulled her lips off, releasing the tight suction, but still continued +her hand stroke. + + "Is that what you want?", Susie asked, eager to satisfy her boyfriend. + + "No! Not now! I wanna fuck you!" he exclaimed. + + Susie smiled, then released her grip on his swollen rod. To Jenny, it +seemed even larger than before. + + Jenny's sister stood back up and sat down on the edge of the bed. Susie +leaned back on the bedspread, smiling, and raised her legs as Doug pulled her +skirt up and grabbed the legbands of her white cheerleading panties. + + He tugged them as Susie lifted her ass off the bed so he could yank them +past her hips. Then, Susie lowered her hips onto the bed and lifted her feet +so Doug could get her panties all the way off. + + Doug tossed them onto the floor as Susie squirmed into the middle of the +bed. She had her knees raised and spread apart, and Jenny could see her bright +pink, stimulated, r d-to-be-fucked open pussy as Doug quickly climbed onto the +bed and straddled her. + + "Fuck me, Doug!" Susie begged. "Put it in me, now!" + + Doug lowered himself on top of her, guiding his eager cock into her soft, +moist twat. Susie grunted as he entered her, then sighed as he began to slide +his spear in and out of her. Love your pussy," Doug sighed. "It's so tight..." + + Jenny, still watching from behind the door, was now horny as ever. Her +bottom lip quivered with excitement as she fingered herself through the legband +of er panties. The cotton fabric was sopping wet with her juice as it oozed +from her sweet young pussy. + + The young freshman could feel her nipples harden, and her knees began to +shake. She didn't know how much longer she could stand there and keep this up +while remaining quiet. + + Meanwhile, Doug hammered away at Susie with quick fuckstrokes. + + Susie look good as she lay there completely dressed in her cheerleading +uniform, her red-and-white pleats piled up over the sweater, while her red +kneesocks extended upward in mid-air with the laces of her tennis shoes swaying +in rhythm with the fuck. + + "Oh, yeah, Doug! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled. "I'm almost there!" + + She wrapped her kneesock-encased calves around Doug, hanging on tightly +as her boyfriend banged her, his loins slapping into the back of her thighs +with each stroke. + + "Auggghhhh!" she yelped. "Aaahhhhh! Yes! I'm getting it!" + + Doug kept up the pace. He wasn't about to stop because he could feel +himself getting close to his cum-shot. + + "Oh, God! I'm gonna cum, too, baby!" he exclaimed. + + "All right!" Susie answered. "Do it inside me!" + + Doug took a few more strokes, then threw his head back as his cock +exploded inside Susie's young pussy. + + "Ohhhh! Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!" + + His balls emptied their thick load into Susie, filling her cunt with warm +stickiness. Susie could feel his piston pumping its load deep within her as he +continued to drive it deep into her love nest. After a few more seconds, he +slowed to a stop. Doug pulled his dripping prick out her and rolled over onto +the bed. + + "That was great..." he sighed. + + Susie smiled. "Yeah, it was..." + + The two young lovers lied there on the bed for a minute or so before +Susie got up. + + "I'm gonna go clean up a little and make us something to eat. We need to +leave for the game in about an hour." + + Jenny, with her hand still diddling herself, moved away from the door as +Susie left the room. She could hear her older sister walk down the stairs, and +knew that she must be going to use the bathroom on the lower level. + + Little Jenny quickly returned to the cracked-open door and continued her +spying on Doug. She gawked at the older boy lying there, his dick still hard, +with a funny white fluid oozing out of it. She didn't know quite what it was, +but she liked it. + + Suddenly, she felt herself grow flush. She trembled, and not +understanding what was happening within her, felt the most amazing sensation of +her life. Jenny couldn't help but gasp with surprise as her first orgasm +coursed through her thin, young body. + + Her breathing came in short, fleeting breaths, each one letting out an +uncontrollable gasp. She could see Doug turn and look to the door. + + "Oh, no!" she thought, and quickly moved behind the door. "I think he +saw me!" + + She heard footsteps, and suddenly the door opened. Standing there, +looking at her, was Doug. Dressed only in his parochial white dress shirt and +black socks, Doug looked at Jenny. She blushed, embarrassed at having been +caught. + + "So, were you watching us?" Doug asked. + + Jenny nodded, sheepishly. + + "It's okay," he said. "Just don't go telling anybody, all right?" + + She nodded once again. + + His eyes flashed as he took in the sight of her. The young innocent +schoolgirl thrilled him, especially with her little plaid skirt that was so +much shorter than most of the other girls at school. + + "Have you ever seen a guy naked before?" he asked. + + "No, I haven't. What's that white stuff that comes out of your dick, +anyway?" Jenny boldly asked. + + Doug laughed. "Well, you aren't very bashful, are you? Have you ever +had sex before?" + + "No but I'd like to..." she answered, wondering what his response would +be. + + Doug paused, not really knowing what to do. On one hand, he knew he +would love to fuck this little plaything or have her suck him off. On the +other hand, he knew Susie wouldn't like it. + + "You wouldn't want me to tell my mom about you and Susie, would you?" she +asked. + + "Of course not. Why?" + + If you don't let me see your dick squirt out more white stuff, I might," +she offered slyly. + + Doug couldn't believe this young girl. She was blackmailing him with +sex. Then, again, it was a great excuse to do it with her, wasn't it? + + "Okay," he relented. "Just his once. First, let me see you in your new +school uniform." + + He sat on Jenny's bed while Jenny stood before him, showing off how her +new uniform fit her slender figure. + + "Turn around for me," Doug commanded. + + She turned around slowly, giving him a full view. + + Doug took in the show with wide eyes. He loved fucking Susie, but Jenny +was a delicious, tempting, innocent little girl. Her long blonde hair in the +ponytail with bangs combed down straight over her forehead, her bright blue +eyes, those dimples as she smiled at him... + + He liked the small tits. They accentuated her youth. The ever-so-short +blue and white plaid pleated skirt and white knee socks highlighted her golden +thin thighs, and the black-and-white saddle shoes were very familiar. + + As Jenny slowly turned for his eyes to devour, she noticed his prick +spring back to life. She wanted to be fucked in the worst way, to feel the +sensations of a guy's cock inside of her virgin cunt. + + Doug stood up and took her into his arms. He reached under her skirt +like he had done to Susie, and pulled her underwear from her tight, young ass. +They fell to Jenny's ankles, and she kicked them off. + + His hands cupped her ass, and he slid his fingers to her pussy, where he +discovered it was sopping wet. + + "Were you finger-fucking yourself while you watched us?" he asked. + + "Yeah", Jenny answered. "I couldn't help it." + + "That's just fine, because you're all wet down there, and I can fuck you +right now. Do you still have your cherry?" + + Jenny shook her head from side to side. "I lost it playing sports," she +explained. + + "Okay, that's fine," he assured her. + + After pushing aside some of the stuffed animals, Doug slowly lowered her +down to her bed. + + "I'll be gentle," he told her. He pulled up her skirt and she eagerly +spread her long, thin thighs for him. + + Jenny was an absolute doll, lying there between her stuffed animals. +Doug's dick was aching now to get inside that tender, tight snatch. + + Suddenly, Susie was standing in the doorway. + + "What the hell are you doing!?" she yelled. + + "It's okay," Jenny said. + + "No, it's not okay, Doug! First you fuck me, and then you want to fuck +my little sister?!" Susie screamed. + + "I told him to do it!" Jenny snapped back. "If he doesn't, I'm gonna +tell mom about what you guys did!" + + Susie was taken aback. + + "You can't be serious!" she said, surprised. + + "You shouldn't get to have all the fun, Susie," Jenny calmly said. + + Susie was stunned. Her younger sister was going to tell on her if she +didn't let her boyfriend screw Jenny. + + "Okay, but I don't want him o fuck you. You don't take birth control +pills like I do, and you'll end up getting pregnant," she told her young +sister. + + "I am taking the pill, Susie," Jenny corrected. + + Susie looked surprised. + + "Where are you getting those from?" Susie inquired. "I know mom wouldn't +buy them for you. Not yet." + + "My friend Angie gets them for me," Jenny confessed. Hell, I suppose I +could tell mom about that, couldn't I?" Susie retorted. + + "Okay..." Jenny said. "But I know she'd get more pissed off hearing +about your little fun. After all, I've never fucked a guy." + + "All right, Jenny. But no fucking with Doug. Just jerk him or suck him +off. Okay?" Susie asked. + + Disappointed, Doug and Jenny looked at each other and both nodded in +approval of the new plan. They both stood up. + + "Did you see Susie sucking me?" he asked the little girl. + + "Yeah," Jenny answered. "I think I know how to do that, now." + + Jenny smiled. + + Like she had seen her sister do, young Jenny got down on her knees and +tentatively took his swollen meat in her hands. She stroked it softly with her +hands, then pursed her lips and put the head of his cock in her young, eager +mouth. + + Doug moaned softly. + + "That's it, sweetie... Just suck on it and move your mouth back and forth +on it while u stroke it with your hand." + + His meat tasted quite unusual, but it was good, Jenny thought. + + "Use your tongue, too," Susie suggested. "Wiggle it across the underside +of the tip. It'll drive him crazy." + + Jenny took her advice, and in a matter of minutes, had Doug in an +absolute frenzy. Her jaws ached with the size of his manhood, and she had to +take a brief break. She popped her lips off but kept jerking him with her +hand. + + "How am I doing?" Jenny asked. + + "Just fucking great, especially for first-timer," Doug answered. + + "When does that white stuff come out?" she asked. + + "It won't be long..." Doug said. "A little more sucking, and I'll be +there. Where do you want me to squirt it?" + + Jenny hadn't thought about that. + + "I think you ought do it in her mouth," Susie said to Doug. + + The thought of emptying his load into the little girl's mouth was almost +too much fo him. + + "Is that okay, Jenny?" Doug asked, hopefully. + + "I guess so," she answered. + + With a swee smile, Jenny puckered her lips around his cock again. The +tongue began fluttering against the bottom of his prick-tip, and her hand sped +up the pumping action. + + "Oh, yes!" Doug exclaimed. His balls were now aching to release their +cargo into the back of young Jenny's throat. + + "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. "Here it comes!" + + "Yeeeaaahhhhhhh!!!" he yelled as he came. + + She could feel his prick swell even more in her mouth, and then it pulsed +in spasms. + + Jenny felt a surge of warmth shoot into her mouth. The sticky liquid +came in bursts, and soon she was unable to swallow it fast enough. She pulled +it out of her mouth, and streams of sticky white jizz dribbled out from the +corners of her lips. She quickly swallowed. + + Doug was pumping his cock with his own hand now, directing hot goops of +cum onto little Jenny's face and lips, splashing it against her cheeks. + + She opened her mouth again, and Doug directed a few more squirts of his +juice into her eager mouth. Finally, it slowed to a trickle. + + He squeezed his hand down the shaft, forcing the last drops out of his +piss-slit, and wiped the prick-head across the little girl's lips, smearing the +cum on her face. + + Susie laughed. + + "Hey, Jenny, you should see yourself!", she chortled. "You've got cu all +over your face!" + + Jenny smiled and giggled herself. Her cheeks and lips were indeed almost +covered in Doug's cum-juice. It dripped from her chin and hand onto her plaid +pleated school skirt. + + Having enjoyed the sweet taste of his cream, she scooped as much of it as +she could onto her fingers and licked hem clean. + + Jenny smiled. She was going to enjoy guys and sex, she knew. She +couldn't wait for her first fuck... + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch02.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch02.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..380d068f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch02.txt @@ -0,0 +1,303 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 2 + + The following Tuesday, St. Luke's was scheduled to play a home J.V. +football game, their season opener. + + Jenny wore one of her cheerleading uniforms to school that day, as was +customary for game days. She walked to her last-period class for the day, +biology with Mr. Lewis, thinking about the fun that she was anticipating that +evening after the game with her cheerleader friend, Angie. + + She wore a white long-sleeved oxford shirt with a red button-down vest +over the top of it. The vest fit tightly, with white snaps. On her left +breast was a small emblem showing a falcon, while the white letters "SLHS" ran +down from her right shoulder to her right breast. + + Jenny's skirt was red-and-white plaid with knife pleats all the way +around. It was made of a flimsy, light fabric that flipped around easily when +she moved. As short as the squad's cheerleading skirts were, hers was +incredibly short due to her very thin waist. + + Barely hidden under the skirt's hem, a pair of white cheerleading panties +gripped her lithe, precious ass. A pair of white cotton knee socks and white +tennies rounded out the uniform very nicely. + + On this day, Jenny chose to wear her long blonde hair loose. With just +the slightest hint of wave to it, it shimmered in the hallway light and bounced +against the back of her vest as she walked. A simple white barrette helped +hold the hair back in place. She had golden bangs combed down straight across +her forehead. + + She saw Mr. Lewis was standing outside the classroom, observing the +students as they entered the classroom that day. Jenny thought that he was a +very attractive man. He was in his mid-thirties, about six feet four with a +basketball player's physique, with thick brown hair and a well-trimmed +moustache. Even this was only the second week of classes, the young girl had +already fantasized about him several times in class. + + Little Jenny could see that he was watching her as she came closer. +Knowing that he was watching her, she decided to give Mr. Lewis a little show. +A water fountain was almost directly opposite the classromm door where he +stood, and she suddenly decided to get a few sips of water. + + She waltzed over to the water fountain, her lightweight, tiny pleated +cheerleading skirt bouncing high on her sweet ass. Jenny bent over to drink, +and as she did so, Mr. Lewis gawked as her cheerleading skirt pulled up even +higher to reveal a little bit of ass and those tight white panties. + + Mr. Lewis felt an immediate bulge begin to grow in his slacks as he took +in the picture of the young girl before him: the tight-fitting red vest +outlining her tall but incredibly thin figure, the red-and-white plaid skirt +ending in rippling pleats only slightly above the crotch of her white panties, +long thin tanned thighs accentuated by those white knee socks... + + She took a few sips of water, then pretended to drink more as she stayed +in that position for several more seconds, wanting desperately to get Mr. Lewis +to notice her. Then she straightened up again and turned around to walk into +the classroom. + + Jenny could see that he was definitely noticing her, and she was +instantly proud of her little tease act. She smiled at him with her sweet +little-girl dimples and he quickly returned the smile. + + She took her second-row seat, and the class started. As he lectured, +Jenny noticed that Mr. Lewis was definitely making eye contact with her and +looking over her whole body. She turned and looked at the other boys in the +room, and a lot of them were staring at her. + + The young girl tried not to smile as she thought about the power that her +body had over men. She loved to wear a cheerleading uniform and other short +skirts, because she could feel the guys' eyes almost penetrate her, and it made +her feel good. + + As Mr. Lewis continued his lecture, Jenny thought about the way that she +sat, with her legs together, just the way her mother taught her. + + She decided that wasn't going to be too much fun for Mr. Lewis. She +already had a clue that her teacher might be hot for her. If she gave him a +show in class, she knew that he would enjoy it. But there were only five +minutes left before the bell to end the period and the school day. + + Jenny slowly began to spread her knees as she sat in her chair. Soon +they were about eighteen inches apart, and she knew that she was giving him a +great view of her white panty crotch. + + Mr. Lewis was now clearly distracted. He somehow fumbled through the +last few minutes of his lecture, and the bell mercifully rang. + + "Jenny Wilson, I'd like to see you for a minute," he said, as the +students gathered their books and began to leave the room. + + Young Jenny took her time getting her things together. Was she in +trouble? Or was Mr. Lewis wanting to get a few minutes alone with her? + + After the last students left the room, Jenny stood up and approached Mr. +Lewis. + + "Yes, Mr. Lewis?" she presented herself, somewhat nervously. + + "Jenny, I need to talk to you for a few minutes," Mr. Lewis said as he +sat in his chair. + + "Have a seat," he told her. + + Jenny boldly sat on the corner of his desk. He didn't seem to object, +but looked a little surprised. + + "Did you realize how you were sitting in class?" he asked. + + "Yeah," she answered. "I thought you might like that." + + "I did," Mr. Lewis confessed. "But it really distracts me from teaching. +Besides, you're much too young for me to be feeling this way about." + + "Feeling what way?" Jenny asked. + + Her teacher paused, not knowing how to say what he wanted to say. + + "Let's just say that when you act that this, it makes me want to do +things that I shouldn't do." + + "Like wanting to have sex with me?" she blurted. + + "Yeah, you could say that," he said. "I don't have to tell you how much +trouble that could get me into." + + "Who's going to tell?" asked Jenny. + + She curled a leg out across the desk, pulling her skirt up tight and +showing her crotch again to Mr. Lewis. + + "Oh, Jenny..." he murmured. "I want you really bad..." + + "I want you too, Mr. Lewis," she answered, smiling and looking into his +eyes. + + "If you want to lock the classroom door, I won't say anything," he told +the girl. + + Jenny quickly got up and walked to the door, locked it, and closed it +behind her, making sure that nobody was watching. Then she returned to Mr. +Lewis' desk. + + Her handsome teacher stood up from his chair, and Jenny's sparkling blue +eyes immediately locked on an enormous hard-on protruding from his slacks. + + "Yeah, Jenny, that's from you," he told her. + + Jenny smiled with those little dimples. + + "You're a little living doll, Jenny," he said as he took her into his +arms and kissed her passionately. + + Jenny had never really been held or kissed like this before, and she just +wanted to melt. + + Mr. Lewis put one hand around the little cheerleader's tiny waist, and +placed his other hand on the back of one of her thighs, just below the hem of +her little pleated skirt. He slowly ran it up under her skirt and grabbed her +tight teen ass. + + "Hey, Jenny, has anyone ever eaten your pussy?" he asked. + + "No, but you can be the first, Mr. Lewis" she responded. + + He reached under her skirt with both hands, grabbing the waistband of her +cheerleading panties and pulling them off along with the underwear underneath. +They dropped to the floor, and Jenny stepped out of them. + + Mr. Lewis lowered Jenny onto his desk. She put her feet up on the edge +of the desk and spread her legs far apart as he flipped her tiny skirt up and +over her waist. + + The little cheerleader looked magnificent, lying there in her +cheerleading uniform with her teen snatch opened up for her teacher. + + The little girl closed her eyes, then suddenly felt something warm and +moist caressing her tender clit. She sighed deeply as her teacher stroked his +tongue slowly across her pussy-trigger. + + "Oh, Mr. Lewis...That feels wonderful..." she quietly moaned. + + He licked her slowly for a few minutes, then sped up the action with more +direct pressure on her sensitive organ. + + Jenny could feel that warm feeling building within her again, the same +warmth that she had felt a few days earlier when she had fingered herself to +her first orgasm. + + "Oh, Mr. Lewis, that feels sooooo good!" she moaned. + + This time it was more powerful. The little cheerleader grabbed her knees +and pulled them up tightly against her as she grimaced with the incredible +intensity of her nearing climax. + + "Oh, Mr. Lewis! I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna cuuuummmmmmm!!" + + Jenny groaned in ecstasy as she became overwhelmed by the sensation. Her +legs quivered slightly with the muscular release of tension. Pussy juice +spurted out onto her teacher's face and pooled on the desk. + + "Thank you, Mr. Lewis," she said. "I never felt anything quite like that +before!" + + "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jenny." + + "Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Lewis?" she asked. + + "You bet!" + + "I've never been fucked before, sir. I hope it's all right with you," +she said. + + "I'll be very gentle, Jenny." + + Mr. Lewis quickly pulled off his slacks and briefs as he gawked at the +young cheerleader. Her red snap-down vest, the white long-sleeve oxford shirt +underneath, the flimsy red-and-white plaid pleated skirt now piled up over her +waist, the white cotton knee socks and tennies...there wasn't a man alive who +wouldn't have wanted to fuck this young lady, he thought. + + His nine-inch spear was more than ready to give this girl a long-wanted +fuck. The teacher pulled Jenny toward him, positioning her ass at the edge of +the table so he could stand and fuck her as she lied there. + + Jenny watched with excitement as he nestled the tip of his prick against +her hot, eager pussy and rubbed it across the opening several times to get it +nice and wet. + + "Come on, Mr. Lewis. Fuck me!" she begged. + + Suddenly, she felt him enter her virgin pussy. Slowly, he drove the head +into her. The young girl was incredibly tight, and he knew he was going to +enjoy this. + + Mr. Lewis sawed it in and out of her slowly, pushing deeper with it each +time until she was able to take most of it up her cherry teenage snatch. + + "Ooohhh... Mr. Lewis..." she moaned. Jenny felt wonderful. She tingled +with the sensation of her teacher's stiff prick filling her wet little +fuck-box. + + The horny teacher fucked the horny little cheerleader. With her feet on +his desk and her knees up, he grasped her thighs and used them for leverage as +he pumped his dick deep into her pretty little twat. Loud slushy sounds +emanated from the loins of the two lovers as he gave her her first fuck, a +tight wet fuck. + + "We're fuckin' now, aren't we, Mr. Lewis?" + + "Yeah, Jenny. I'm fuckin' your brains out." + + The excitement level quickly built within him as he screwed the beautiful +young JV cheerleader. He knew he couldn't take it too much longer with the +incredibly tight pussy on this young girl. + + "You like this, don't you, you little prick-teaser?" he asked. + + "Yeah...it feels nice." + + "You're such a good little girl. I've always liked fucking cheerleaders, +especially in their uniforms." + + "You've fucked cheerleaders before?" Jenny asked. + + "You bet!" + + "From this school?" + + "Oh, sure. But nobody as young, sweet and tight as you, my darling..." + + Jenny smiled as she looked up at her teacher, hammering away at her with +steady thrusts. + + "Oh, Jenny..." he moaned. "Your pussy is so tight, I can't take much +more of this. Can I come in your pussy?" he asked. + + "You can squirt it wherever you want, Mr. Lewis. I'll even let you do it +in my mouth, if you want," she answered. + + "I wanna do it in your pussy, you sweet little schoolgirl fucker," he +told her. "The next time, I'll fuck your hot little mouth." + + He felt his cock-trigger reach the breaking point and threw his head back +as he shoved his big dick into her with one more powerful thrust. + + "Aaaahhhh!!!" he groaned as he shot his first steamy wad of jizz into the +young girl. + + Jenny could feel his cock pulsate within her as it filled her cunt with +loads of thick white love-juice. Her teacher continued sawing his meat in and +out of the young girl, and he quickly filled her moist, soft cunt with his +fluid. + + Unable to hold any more of Mr. Lewis' cum, streams of it overflowed her +young pussy and ran down over her tight teen ass, pooling on the teacher's +desk. + + The pretty little cheerleader smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the +last few seconds of her first fuck and looking forward to her teacher's promise +to fill her eager mouth with his cream... + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch03.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch03.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..501f52d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch03.txt @@ -0,0 +1,311 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 3 + + Jennie met her friend Angie Walker after school, and the two young +cheerleaders walked the short distance to Angie's home. + + Angie was a sophomore, a year older than Jennie, and somewhat more +sexually experienced, as well. She was about 5'5", and every bit as attractive +as Jennie. + + Angie's brunette hair was thick and wavy, and hung to the middle of her +back. Her smile was sweet and angelic, and her cheeks dimpled slightly. + + She had a well-curved body that featured a pair of firm "C"-sized +breasts. They filled her white blouse and bright red cheerleading vest, +bouncing as she walked down the street. + + Angie's ass was every man's dream, and sexily swished the pleats of her +short red-and-white plaid skirt back and forth. Her white knee socks and white +tennies only enhanced the beautiful image. + + The two lovely cheerleaders arrived at Angie's home. Mr. Walker had just +arrived from work and smiled at the two young ladies as he stepped out of the +car. + + "Hi, girls," he said, centering his eye contact on his daughter's younger +friend. + + Jennie could feel Mr. Walker's eyes rape her, travelling up and down her +lithe innocent figure. Though she had seen him a few times before, now she had +the overwhelming feeling that her friend's dad was hot for her. + + "Hi, Mr. Walker..." she responded shyly, smiling and looking him straight +in the eyes. + + Mrs. Walker came out through the front door of their home. + + "Angie," she said, "could you run to the store with me for about thirty +minutes or so? I need you to help me pick out a birthday gift." + + "But, Mom," Angie replied, "What about Jennie? You just want me to leave +her here?" + + "I'll be okay," Jennie assured her friend. "It's all right. Go ahead." + + "All right, Jennie. But I'll be right back," Angie answered. The young +brunette handed her schoolbooks to her dad and walked to the car with her mom. + + As her friend pulled out of the driveway, Jennie realized that she was +all alone with Angie's dad. She was curious about him. Would he really want to +fuck her? The idea thrilled Jennie. Seducing her best friend's dad! What +would Angie say if she fou out? + + "Would you like to come in, Jennie?" Mr. Walker asked, holding the door +for her. + + She walked into the house in front of him as his eyes locked on her cute +littl pleated cheerleader skirt which barely covered her bright red panties. + + Jennie walked into the living room. She looked at the clock on the wall. + + "Thirty minutes..." she said softly. + + "Pardon me?" Mr. Walker asked. + + "They won't be home for about thirty minutes," Jennie stated +matter-of-factly. + + "That's right, Jennie." + + Jenny wanted him to fuck her. Her adventure with the teacher earlier had +her so hot, she was dying for another guy's cock. + + Knowing that time was short, Jennie summoned all her courage. + + "Do you like me, Mr. Walker?" she asked. + + "Why, yes. You're a fine young lady, Jennie," he answered. + + "No, I mean 'would you want me'?" + + She gulped, waiting for a reply. + + "For what?" he asked, hoping for the answer he wanted. + + "You know, Mr. Walker... Would you want to fuck me?" + + She smiled at him, because she already knew the answer. + + Mr. Walker began trembling. She was tempting him unfairly, he knew, and +he also knew he could not resist the charms of this delightful young +cheerleader. + + He stepped up to him and boldly put a hand on his crotch. She rubbed him +there for a few seconds, and he did not pull away. + + "Yeah..." he admitted. He wrapped his arms around his daughter's young +friend and kissed her softly. His heart pounded as he pulled his lips away and +reached under her flimsy little red-and-white plaid pleated cheerleader skirt, +cupping an ass cheek through her tight red panties with his hand. + + "We'd better hurry, then, sir," she reminded him. We don't have much +time." + + Mr. Walker walked quickly to the door and bolted it shut, then led Jenny +by the hand to the family room. + + He lowered her to the carpet in front of the TV, shaking his head. He +couldn't believe this was happening. + + "What's the matter, Mr. Walker?" Jenny asked, smiling. + + "I just can't believe this," he admitted. "This is a dream I've had for +about a year now." + + "You mean you've dreamed about making love o me, Mr. Walker?" + + "Yes, Jenny..." + + Young Jenny lay there on the carpet before him, looking so perfect. Her +long blonde hair splashed out on the carpet. Her red cheerleading vest, so +tight over her white blouse, heaved in the air as her breathing grew heavier in +anticipation. + + Jenny's knees were high in the air, pulling the hem of her little +cheerleading skirt up high on her thighs. Her thin legs looked delicious in +the white knee socks. + + Jenny spread her white tennies to the sides, then pulled her cute little +schoolgirl knees apart, showing him her panty-covered crotch. She reached a +hand down there and started rubbing her clit through her cheerleading panties +while she watched Mr. Walker pull his pants off. + + Mr. Walker tossed his jeans aside and peeled his underwear off. His +now-swollen, thick, hard cock wobbled obscenely toward her. + + "Let me take your panties off, sweetheart," he said. + + Little Jenny raised her hips as he grabbed the waistband with both hands +and eagerly tugged the red panties off. He slid them over her thin, golden +thighs and tossed them aside. + + Mr. Walker gaped at the sight of the young girl's snatch, already moist +from her rubbing. It was practically hairless, swollen and pink, glistening +with her juices. + + "Do you want me to take anything else off?" Jenny asked. + + "No, darling," he answered. "I love cheerleading uniforms, and I'd love +to fuck you in yours, if you don't mind." + + "Whatever you'd like, sir," she told him. + + Litle Jennie smiled as he kneeled before her. She watched his head dip +under her little skirt, felt his tongue and warm, moist breath on her teen +cunny. + + "Oh, Mr. Walker," she purred. "That feels so good..." + + Angie's dad lapped gently at her clit, rubbing it from side to side. He +slipped a f er into her moist twat, sliding it in and out as he tongued her. + + "Oh, God..." she murmured. She could feel her tight, young body +convulse, her thighs shaking, as he drove her to ecstasy with his tongue. + + "OHHHH...YESSSS...OH GOD...." + + She screamed as she came. Her body shook uncontrollably. + + Mr. Walker slowly stopped his licking. When Jenny saw his head poke out +from under her cheerleader skirt, she could see her pussy juice dripping from +his chin. He smiled. + + "Fuck me, Mr. Walker," she begged. "I've got to have it now." + + He straddled her and fisted his big prick to her clit. He rubbed the +cock-head in her juices, getting it nice and moist, then punched it into her +little cheerleader cunt. + + It was incredibly tight, he thought. He pumped it in and out several +times until he was able to sink all eight inches into her. Soon, he was fucking +the young cheerleader good and hard, just like he had dreamed. + + Jenny, this is so good," he told her. His balls slapped her tight little +ass as he punched her with quick, short strokes. + + "I'm glad you like it, sir," she answered. "I like this, too!" + + Jenny pulled her knees up high and wrapped her white knee socks around +the man's back as he rode her. + + "Your pussy is so tight!" Mr. Walker complimented her. + + Jenny laughed. + + "You want to try another position?" he asked. + + "Sure," she answered. + + Mr. Walker pulled his dick out of her. + + "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. + + Jenny giggled as she did so. The little cheerleader looked great in her +little uniform as she arched her back, pushing her ass high. + + "You aren't gonna put it in my ass, are you?" she asked, worried. + + "No, sweetheart, maybe some other time. I'm just gonna fuck you +dog-style." + + Jenny laughed again as Angie's dad flipped her little pleated skirt up +over her ass. + + Mr. Walker carefully nudged his cock into her pussy. In the nearby +full-length mirror, he watched himself fuck the darling young blonde +cheerleader in her uniform. + + "Mmmm..." she groaned. "I think we better hurry, though, sir. I don't +wanna get caught." + + "Yeah, you're right, Jenny. But I'm not gonna cum in your pussy and take +a chance of getting you pregnant." + + "It's okay, Mr. Walker, I'm on the pill...unless you'd like to do +something else instead." + + "Yeah, I would," he answered, still sweetly fucking the young +cheerleader. + + "I wanna fuck your mouth, Jenny?" he told her. + + "Are you gonna cum in it?" he asked. + + "Can I?" + + Jenny smiled. + + "Yes, Mr. Walker, you can cum in my mouth it you'd like." + + He pulled his dick out again and stood up. Jennie turned around and +kneeled before him. She took his thick cock in one hand and wrapped her lips +around it. + + Jenny sucked him like a pro. Her little teen cheeks dimpled as she +worked the man's prick in and out of her mouth. She knew he couldn't last +long. Little Jenny gazed into his eyes, enjoying the look of pure delight +etched on his face + + "Oh, Jenny, I'm gonna cum!!" he yelled. + + Jenny pulled him most of the way out of her mouth and opened it. She +stuck out her tongue, placing the tip on the underside of his prick-head and +wiggling it around. She held her mouth wide open, anticipating his cream. + + Jenny's hand pumped furiously on him. She looked back and forth at his +face and at his prick-tip on the end of her tongue. + + Mr. Walker was enjoying the moment immensely. The young cheerleader was +going to make him cum, and she was doing it like a pro. Suddenly, he came with +a loud groan. Jenny felt his cock spasm in her hand. A thick wad of jizz shot +down her tongue into her sweet mouth, followed by another and another. + + Jenny imagined that it had been stored up for weeks, because there was so +much of it. She continued hand-jerking him, and he kept shooting his cum all +over her tongue and into her eager mouth. + + Mr. Walker watched the little cheerleader take his load. It splashed +against her teeth, but she was careful to make sure that it all went into her +mouth. + + Finally, the flow of semen stopped. Jenny swallowed the sticky white +fluid, then milked the last bit out of him. + + She press her thumb against the underside of his cock, at the base, then +pus d it forward to the tip. A few beads of jizz oozed from t piss-slit, and +Jenny licked it clean. + + "You'd better get dressed, Mr. Walker," she reminded him. "Your wife and +daughter will be here in just a few minutes." + + "Oh, Jenny, you're wonderful," he gasped. + + She laughed and bounced to her feet. Reaching down, she grabbed her +bright red cheerleader panties and stepped into them, then pulled them up under +her little skirt, tugging them into place around her young, shapely ass. + + "Listen, Jenny," Mr. Walker added. "I just got a camera and would like +to try it out. Do you think I could get a few pictures of you in your uniform +one of these days?" + + "Sure," she agreed. + + "Some friends of mine would pay you a lot of money to take pictures of +you, too, and maybe perform for them." + + "Really?" She asked. "What do you mean perform'?" + + Mr. Walker smiled. + + "Whatever you'd like it to mean, Jenny." + + Jenny smiled. More than one man at a time? She tingled at the idea. + + "We'll have to do this again, Jenny," he added. + + Jenny winked at Mr. Walker. + + "You can count on it, sir." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch04.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch04.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..140df7e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch04.txt @@ -0,0 +1,591 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 4 + + It was a full week since Jenny Wilson's interlude with Mr. Walker. She +found it hard to keep it from her best friend, Angie Walker, but she knew she +must. She wondered what Angie would do if she found out. + + The two young cheerleaders walked to the football field for Tuesday +afternoon's Saint John's J.V. game against nearby Franklin High. It was +getting colder as fall neared, and this was the first opportunity for the J.V. +girls to wear their new winter uniforms. + + Jenny and Angie both looked like dolls. Jenny, with her long blonde +hair, parted in the middle and swept back over her shoulders with those golden +bangs, looked sweet and innocent with her cute dimples. She was an absolute +darling in her new cheerleading uniform. It fit her thin 5'6" frame like a +glove, and she couldn't wait to show it off. + + Angie, a year older, was a bit more developed than Jenny. Almost as tall, +her figure was more shapely, and her long brunette hair was thick and wavy. Her +face was quite attractive, but not as sweet and innocent-looking as Jenny's. + + The cheerleading sweater was a tight, ribbed turtleneck variety, ending +just at her waist, so that when she would lift her arms, her flat tummy would +peek out. It was all white except for two thin red stripes running down the +sides and down the sleeves. The red letters "SJHS", about four inches high, ran +across her chest. + + Her skirt was red, with twelve inverted white pleats. It was ever so +short, ending just below her crotch, and showing off her long, thin, tanned +legs. Her white cheerleading panties were snug on her shapely teen ass. + + White knee socks with red-and-white saddle shoes completed the outfit. + + It was about 4:15 P.M. when Jenny and Angie arrived at the field. The +stands were never very full for a J.V. game, but a number of supporters were +already there, about fifteen minutes before kickoff. + + The girls began to do their stretching exercises, bending over, touching +their toes, sitting on the grass with their legs spread apart to stretch the +muscles, as they talked. + + "Don't look now, Jenny," said Angie, "but there's about ten men watching +us right now." + + "Really?" said Jenny, pretending not to notice. + + "Oh, yeah. One guy even has a camera with a big lens," Angie added. + + "Those guys want a show, huh?" asked Jenny. + + "Sure. That's why they come out here. Most of them don't even have kids +in our school. They just want to get turned on by us." + + "You think?" asked Jenny, laughing. + + "You bet. Most of those guys don't care about this games. They just +want to imagine screwing us," stated Angie matter-of-factly. + + Jenny laughed. + + "You wanna give'em a show today?" Jenny asked. + + "Sure," Angie answered, smiling. + + The two naughty J.V. cheerleaders continued stretching, exaggerating +their movements, making them slowly. + + Jenny stood up and bent over, stretching her hamstrings. Facing away +from the stands, she proudly displayed her magnificent young ass, clad in the +white cheerleading panties, to the fuck-hungry stares of the men. + + "Hey, Jenny," said Angie softly. "That guy with the camera is taking +your picture." + + Jenny grinned. It thrilled her to tease the guys like this. + + Angie lay on her back, facing the stands. She raised her knees high in +the air, then spread her legs slowly and brought them together again, +displaying her cute little panty-covered crotch. + + "I think that's enough for now," laughed Angie. + + Jenny looked into the stands and saw Mr. Lewis, her teacher. He was +staring directly at her. + + The band, seated in the stands, started playing one of their favorite +rock songs. Jenny, Angie and the other cheerleaders started their pompon +routine to the music. + + Jenny and Angie went out of their way to ma the routine as sexy as +possible, shaking their little asses, the little red skirts flashing white from +the pleats as they swished, the white cheer panties flashing from beneath the +hem. They gyrated their little bodies, raising their arms and showing off the +belly-buttons on their flat tummies. + + In the stands, the men were having a field day with these two young women +blatantly showing their bodies off for them. Mr. Lewis was so horny, he +couldn't take it any more. He walked down to the fence and motioned Jenny +over. + + "Yeah, Mr. Lewis?" Jenny asked. + + "There's a janitor's closet just inside the back entrance, to the left. +Please meet me there at halftime," he begged. + + "But Mr. Lewis, I'll only have ten minutes," she answered. + + "Please, Jenny?" + + "Okay, Mr. Lewis, but it will have to be quick." + + "I understand." + + With that, Mr. Lewis returned to his seat, only to leave a few minutes +before halftime. + + At halftime, Angie asked Jenny to go to the concession stand with her. + + "I can't," answered Jenny. + + "Why not?" Angie asked. + + "Mr. Lewis wants me to meet him in the school for a couple of minutes," +Jenny explained. + + "Why?" Angie inquired further. + + Jenny blushed. + + "Are you guys having sex?!" Angie asked, a bit loudly. + + "Shhh!" Jenny reprimanded. + + "Really? That's wild!" said Angie, very softly this time. + + "We've only done it once," Jenny told her, "but this is between us, +okay?" + + "Sure, Jenny. I've had sex with a couple of teachers before. It's really +not a big deal, actually." + + Jenny smiled at her friend. + + "I have to go, Angie," she said, starting to walk off. + + Angie smiled back at her. + + "Have fun," said Angie. "Maybe I can have him next time." + + Angie walked briskly toward the school's rear entrance, her little red +cheerleading skirt swishing from side to side, flashing its twelve white +pleats. + + When she got to the janitor's closet, she looked around to see if anyone +was looking, then knocked. Mr. Lewis opened the door, and she quickly stepped +inside, closing and locking it behind her. + + "Thanks for coming, Jenny," said Mr. Lewis. + + "I've only have a few minutes," she reminded him. + + "I know. It's just that you put on such a show that I just had to have +you right now!" + + He put his arms around her, pressed his lips tightly against hers, and +pulled her tightly against him. The twelve white pleats of her tiny red +cheerleading skirt fanned out as he reached underneath and squeezed her tight +little ass through her cheer panties. + + "Put your hands on the sink," Mr. Lewis instructed. + + She obliged, turning around, bending over and grasping the edge of the +sink. + + "I'm gonna fuck you this way, this time, sweetheart," he said. He stood +behind her, undoing his trousers. + + "I thought you were gonna do it in my mouth next time," Jenny reminded. + + "Next time, I promise. But I've got to fuck your sweet little pussy +right now." + + He winced as he pulled his rock-hard cock free from he imprisoning +underwear. As Jenny looked over her shoulder, he flipped her tiny skirt over +her waist. + + "Spread your legs, my honey he ordered. + + She did so, and Mr. Lewis grabbed the legband of her cheer panties. They +were so tight, but he managed to pull them aside, exposing her little muff. + + "Aren't you going to take them off, sir?" Jenny asked. + + "No, Jenny," he answered. "I'm gonna fuck you in your panties." + + He fisted his pricktip to her pussy from behind. Nestling the head +between her twat lips, he wiggled it slightly to moisten it with her cunt +juice. She watched as he slowly drove it in. + + "Oooffff!" she groaned, as he entered her. + + Mr. Lewis grabbed her waist with both hands, moving her back and forth, +as his cock sawed her sweet pussy. + + Jenny looke naughty. She was leaning over the sink in her cheerleading +uniform, her white sweater pulled up high, her red skirt with the white pleats +piled up over her waist, her white cheer panties stretched aside for his cock, +her white knee socks and red-and-white saddle shoes spread wide apart for +balance. fucked his little cheerleader hard. Her long blonde hair bounced as +her teacher banged her. + + "Mr. Lewis, you're so nasty..." she told him. + + "Fucking me in my panties like this..." + + The young cheerleader could feel the friction stretched tight across her +clit, and it felt really good. It quickly drove her to orgasm. + + "Oh, God! Mr. Lewis! I'm getting one!!" + + Jenny bit her lip to keep from screaming. She was overcome with a warm +rush that swept through the luscious cheerleader. + + Mr. Lewis groaned. + + "I'm gonna cum, too!" he exclaimed. + + He grimaced as his cock released its tension, filling the young +cheerleader with a hot load of cum. It spurted deep into her pussy, sending +shivers through her thin, sweet body. + + Mr. Lewis slowed to a stop and pulled his dripping prick out of her. +Jenny's cheerleading panties snapped loudly back into place. Jenny stood up and +her skirt fell back into place. + + "Oh, I have to get back now!" she gasped, almost forgetting the game. + + "Thanks, Jenny," Mr. Lewis sighed. + + "Sure, Mr. Lewis," she answered. "Just remember, I get to suck you off +next time." + + She smiled, opened the door slowly, saw that nobody was around, and +quickly ran back to the game. + + By the time she got back to er friend, she could feel the sopping crotch +of her tight cheer panties, soaking wet with Mr. Lewis' cum. + + "How was it?" asked Angie, teasing her. + + "Just fine," Jenny smiled. + + "Did you blow him?" + + "No, he fucked me again," Jenny answered, quietly. + + Angie looked her over. + + "Well, Jenny, you look just fine. Except for some of his cum on your +legs," Angie chortled. + + Jenny could feel her teacher's cum as it slowly ran down her thighs onto +her white knee socks. + + All through the second half, Jenny wondered how many people could notice +that her panties were wet. But that didn't stop her from giving the guys more +of a show. She kicked her legs high, twirled around and ground her hips to the +band's music. + + After the game, Jenny and Angie were among the last to leave. It was 6:00 +and starting to get dark. The guy with the camera, who had been taking their +pictures, approached them. + + "Uh oh, here comes the camera guy," Jenny warned. + + He smiled at the two cheerleader sweethearts. + + "Hi, girls!" he said. "My name's Mike." + + "Hi," they both answered politely. + + "You girls are really great cheerleaders," he complimented. + + "Thanks," they retorted, not knowing where the conversation was going. + + "I'd love to take some more pictures of you at my studio," he said. +"I'll even pay you for your time." + + The girls perked up. + + "Really?" Jenny asked. "What would the pictures be for?" + + "Just for myself," came the honest answer. + + "I don't know..." + + "I'll pay you each fifty bucks, okay?" Mike asked. + + Jenny looked at Angie, who nodded in agreement. + + "Okay, Mike. When?" + + Mike shrugged. + + "How about now?" he asked. + + The girls were planning on going to a fast food joint for a couple of +hours, so they knew they wouldn't be missed. + + "Sure," Angie answered, smiling. + + "We can take my car," he told them. + + ****************** + + Mike pulled the car into a garage at a home just a few miles from the +school. + + "Here we are," he announced. + + The three stepped out of the car and walked inside. + + "I thought you said you have a studio," Angie commented. + + Mike smiled. "Well, you might say it's a portable studio." + + "Where is it?" asked Jenny. + + Mike led the two girls to a door and opened it. They saw a bed and +studio lights, with a tripod and camera supplies + + "Oh, I get it," said Angie. She looked at Mike and smiled. + + "Just what we thought. You want some nasty pictures, don't you?" + + Jenny smiled at Mike. The thought of a guy taking nasty pictures of her +and jacking off to them was exciting. + + "Why don't you girls sit on the bed?" Mike suggested. + + Angie and Jenny sat on the bed, while Mike turned to load his camera and +turn the studio lights on. + + "Hey, Jenny. I know we can get some big money here, so let me do the +talking, okay?" Angie whispered. + + Jenny nodded. + + Mike stepped toward the bed. + + "Okay, sweethearts. What are your names?" + + "I'm Angie and she's Jenny." + + Mike smiled. "Well, now, let's take some really nice pictures." + + He fired off a couple, the flashes from the lights filling the room like +close lightning bolts. + + "Okay, girls, just put your knees about six inches apart." + + "You want to see our panties?" Angie asked. + + "Yeah," Mike admitted. + + One hundred bucks, then," Angie demanded. + + "Yeah, sure," he answered. + + The two young cheerleaders spread their legs and smiled for the camera as +he fired off more photos. The girls spread their legs wide and pulled their +little red cheerleading skirts high on their thighs, clearly showing him their +white panty-covered crotches. Jenny was glad that her cheer panties had dried +by now. + + "That's great," he said, firing off more pictures. + + The girls were really enjoying themselves. + + "Do you wanna see our asses?" asked Jenny. + + "Yeah! Yeah!" Mike blurted. "Take your shoes off and climb on the bed." + + Jenny and Angie untied their red-and-white saddle shoes and kicked them +off. + + The girls turned around on the bed, kneeling on the edge and getting down +on their elbows. They hiked their skirts up high on their panties. Their +tight asses looked marvelous in those white cheer panties, with their cunny +mounds bulging between their tight teen thighs. + + Mike was going crazy. The two young girls were driving him mad with +lust. His cock ached against his jeans + + "How about taking your panties off?" he offered. + + "One hundred fifty apiece," Jenny demanded, before Angie had a chance to +say anything. + + "Okay," he agreed. + + Jenny reached high under her skirt and thumbed the waistband of her +panties, tugging them down around her thighs. Angie followed her lead. The +two girls resumed their position, bent over facing away from Mike with their +cheer panties stretched out on their thighs. + + Their pussies looked marvelous. Jenny's almost-bare blonde cunny and +Angie's twat with a handful of brunette hair. + + He shot some more photos. + + "Okay, girls, now lean back on the bed and face me," he ordered. They +obeyed. + + "Put your knees up and spread your legs and feet apart. Show off those +pussies of yours." + + Jenny and Angie were eager to obey. They displaye magnificent cunts for +the photographer, smiling sweetly for the camera. + + Jenny pulled the white pleats of her red cheerleading skirt up high and +put a hand on her clit. She used her fingers to spread her pink pussy lips +apart. + + Angie followed Jenny's lead, surprised by the younger girl's brashness. + + The two young cheerleaders began fingering their clits, masturbating for +the camera, smiling t whole time for him. + + "My God..." Mike murmured. The sight was too much for him. The two +teenage cheerleaders on the bed with their tight white turtleneck sweaters, +their little red skirts with the white pleats, their panties off, the white +knee socks... + + Mike was clicking off photo after photo, fumbling to reload the camera +after each roll was taken. + + "How about taking the sweaters off??" he asked. + + "Two hundred each, then," insisted Angie. + + "Yeah, sure," he agreed. + + The two girls quickly pulled the tight sweaters off and tossed them +aside, as well as their bras. They continued fingering themselves for him. + + Mike flashed photo after photo. He couldn't believe this. Angie and +Jenny played with their clits, looking absolutely darling, wearing only their +red cheerleading skirts with the twelve white pleats and the white knee socks. + + "I've gotta fuck somebody," he said. + + "How about me?" offered Angie. + + "No, me!" protested Jenny. + + He looked the two girls over. While Angie was attractive, Jenny was +definitely younger, he thought. Her tiny tits with pointed nipples, her skinny +body, the dimples and long blonde hair, she was the one he really wanted. + + "I'll tell you what. How about I eat your pussy and fuck you first, +Angie? Then I'll fuck your cute little friend." + + He winked at Jenny, ho smiled. + + Mike ripped off his clothes in seconds and climbed in bed with the +teenaged cheerleaders. Angie slid over onto her back and pulled up her little +skirt as the photographer dove mouth-first into her crotch. + + Jenny couldn't believe the size of him. His dick was almost twelve +inches long. Jenny's eyes were wide in amazement. + + Jenny watched as the man ate her friend's pussy, lapping hungrily at her +hole. + + "Oooohhhh..." Angie moaned as he snacked on her snatch. She squeezed her +"B"-sized tits and closed her eyes. + + Jenny reached over and grabbed Mike's massive cock with one hand. She +rubbed it softly, caressing it gently with her fingers, stroking it very +slowly. Then she rubbed his hairy balls gently, fondling his sack and rolling +them around with her fingers. + + Mike groaned softly. Jenny watched in fascination as the man slowly +slipped a finger up to Angie's ass. He slowly inserted it. + + "Oooffff!" Angie groaned. "Oh, God!" + + Angie had never had a guy's finger up her ass before, and it quickly +excited her. She could feel the man slowly work it in and out of her ass, and +it made his pussy-licking seem much more intense. + + "I'm gonna cum, mister!" she yelled. "You're doing it to me! Oh my +God... Yesssss!" + + Angie's legs quivered as she climaxed. + + "Fuck me, Mike! Do it now!" she hollered. + + The man pulled his head out of her "Y". Angie pulled her knees up as he +crawl up to her. + + Jenny watched intently as Mike plunged his cock into her cheerleader +friend. She watched his ass as it pounded relentlessly into Angie, fucking her +good and hard. She couldn't wait for her turn. + + "Don't cum yet, mister," Jenny reminded. "You said you'd fuck me, too." + + "Don't worry, sweetheart," he panted. "I'll get to you in a minute." + + The man rode Angie hard for another full minute, with Angie groaning +under the assault of Mike's mammoth manhood. Then, he slowed to a stop, +leaving a slightly disappointed Angie as he pulled his throbbing monster prick +out of her. + + The photographer slid over to Jenny, who had laid down next to Angie. +Her pussy was nice and wet from her masturbating and it glistened in the lights +as she pulled her knees up high and spread them. Mike flipped her cheerleader +skirt up over her waist. This time, Angie watched her friend as Jenny waited +for him to skewer her with his big prick. + + "Are you gonna be able to take all of that?" Angie asked. + + "I don't know, Angie. I'll try," came Jenny's answer. + + The man nestled the prick tip into the opening of her snatch, rubbed it +around in the moistness, and slowly slid it into the thin, young cheerleader. + + "Oh...oh...oh..." Jenny groaned, biting her lip. + + Angie climbed off the bed and grabbed Mike's camera as he started to fuck +little Jenny. + + He pushed his prick a little deeper into her with each stroke. Jenny was +so incredibly tight that he knew he wouldn't last long inside of her. He was +able to push about seven inches into her before he hit her cervix, so he held +up there, not wanting to hurt the darling cheerleader. + + Angie began taking pictures of the man fucking Jenny. Jenny had hooked +her white knee socks around his back, and he was fucking her with a nice, slow +pace. + + "You look good, you two," said Angie. + + Jenny look adorable under the man, dressed only in the little +cheerleading skirt and white knee socks, her tiny tits rock-hard as the man +sucked on them, and her long blonde hair across the bed. + + Angie shot off more pictures of the two lovers until she ran out of film. +photographer was in fuck-heaven over the young teenager. He rammed his prick +into her repeatedly until he was ready to explode. + + "Okay, girls, who wants to get my load?" he panted. + + "You can come in my mouth if you want," gasped Jenny. + + "Or mine," added Angie. + + "How about both?" he suggested. + + The man pulled out of Jenny. Angie quickly crawled back into bed. + + "Both of you girls put your faces next to each other," he ordered, +whacking away at his cock with one hand. + + The girls did as she were told. + + "Now put your mouths next to each other's," he added. + + Jenny and Angie turned their faces to each other, their lips touching. + + "Now I'm gonna cum in both of your sweet little mouths," he said. + + The two cheerleaders opened their mouths wide, practically kissing each +other. Their tongues reached outward for him as he lowered his prick-tip to +their mouths. The hot breath of the two girls on his throbbing cock was too +much for him. + + With a groan, he let loose a torrent of cum. It splattered into the +mouths of both girls. With their tongues fighting for position to get more, +his cock squirted more and more jizz at them. + + Jenny and Angie hungrily gulped it down as it came. It ran down their +cheeks and into their hair, because they couldn't swallow it fast enough. + + Mike's prick finally stopped pumping cum at them. The two girls, with +sticky white cock-cream all over their faces and on their lips, kissed each +other softly in a gooey kiss as they giggled proud of their accomplishment. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch05.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch05.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0da0d205 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch05.txt @@ -0,0 +1,307 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 5 + + Jenny arrived home from school, dressed in her cute little school +uniform. Her long blonde hair was parted in the middle and pulled back in two +ponytails, with bangs to her eyebrows. + + Her white long-sleeved blouse, the blue plaid pleated skirt which hung so +short from her thin waist, and white knee socks with blue-and-white saddle +shoes looked absolutely marvelous on the delightful young girl. + + Jenny set her books down as the phone rang. She ran across the room to +get it before the answering machine kicked on. Her little school skirt danced +high on her thighs, flipping up to show brief glimpses of her white cotton +panties. + + "Hello?" + + "Hi, is this Jenny?" came the reply. + + "Yes, it is," she answered. + + "Hi, sweetheart, it's Mr. Walker." + + Jennie smiled. + + "How are you, sir?" she asked. + + "Just fine, Jenny. Listen, remember what I told you about meeting a +group of guys for some photos and stuff?" he reminded her. + + "Yeah." + + "Well, how about Saturday night?" he asked. + + "I'm not sure. How can I get it past my mom?" Jennie asked. + + "It's easy, Jenny," Mr. Walker assured her. + + "Just tell your mom you're spending the night over here." + + Jenny shrugged her shoulders. + + "I guess that would work," she said. + + "Listen, these guys are willing to pay you $1,000 for spending the night +with them," he told her. + + "Wow," replied Jenny. "How many guys are gonna be there?" + + "Seven of us, Jenny. We want you to spend the whole night with us." + + Seven guys! Jenny's mind reeled just thinking about it. She could +really use that money, she knew. + + "Oh, and also," added Mr. Walker, "would you mind it if another girl was +there?" + + "I guess not, sir." + + "Good, Jenny. Be at the Excalibur hotel, Room 120, at 7:00. Be sure to +bring your cheer uniforms and pom pons." + + "I'll bring several of my uniforms," Jenny volunteered. + + "Great, Jenny. I'll see you Saturday night." + + The phone call was cut short by the doorbell. Jenny answered it, and it +turned out to be her sister's boyfriend, Doug, and his friend, Mike. + + "Hi, Doug," greeted Jenny, smiling. + + "Hi, Jennie," Doug answered. He smiled back, fondly remembering his +interlude with the young girl a few weeks back. + + "Is Susie home?" he asked. + + "Nope, she went shopping with Kim, but she should be back in a little +while. Would you like to wait for her?" + + Doug looked at Mike. + + "A few minutes wouldn't hurt, I guess," came Mike's answer. + + "Come on in, then," said Jenny, holding the door open for the two boys. + + Jenny led them into the living room, where they sat down on the couch. + + "Anybody want a Coke?" Jenny asked politely. + + "Sure," they both answered. + + Jenny spun away and walked into the kitchen. She knew that the two boys +were watching her. The refrigerator was within sight of the couch, and as she +opened the door, she bent over for the drinks, which were on the bottom of the +fridge door. + + Mike's eyes bugged out, and Doug just smiled. The little schoolgirl, +dressed in her uniform, was giving them a nice panty-peek. + + Her short blue plaid pleated skirt pulled up just high enough on her teen ass +to show off the crotch of her white cotton panties. She looked around and +caught them gaping at her panties. + + "Yeah, I see you guys! Shame on you!" she jokingly chided them. + + Mike and Doug both laughed as she came back with their drinks. She handed +the Cokes to them, then sat across the room in a lounge chair. + + "So, what are you guys up to?" Jenny asked. + + She slowly spread her knees apart. She knew that the boys could see her +panties, and she loved it. + + "Ummm, we were just cruising around, and thought we'd stop by for a few +minutes," Doug replied. + + "Yeah," added Mike, staring not-so-subtly under the young schoolgirl's +skirt. + + "I see," said Jenny. + + The sweet young blonde pulled up one saddle shoe on the edge of the +chair, off to the side, pulling her little pleated skirt up high on her waist, +while she swung the other leg wide to the other side. It was a blatant show +for the two boys, and she was not ashamed in the least. + + Jenny giggled when she saw both Doug and Mike in a hypnotic trance. She +had them at her command, she knew. + + While the two boys watched in fascination, Jenny placed one hand on her +crotch and started massaging her cunny through her panties. Her other hand slid +slowly over one knee sock and caressed her thigh. + + "Anybody want to do anything?" she asked teasingly. + + "Yeah," answered Mike, dumbfounded. + + Jenny looked absolutely darling. The long blonde hair in ponytails, the +cute little bangs, the dimples in her smile... + + "You guys wanna fuck me, don't you?" she asked, brazenly. + + "Yeah!" they both gasped in unison. + + "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked. + + Doug and Mike both jumped up and ran to Jennie. She laughed at their +eagerness. + + Jenny reached for Mike's zipper and tugged it down. While she fumbled +around in his pants for his dick, Doug knelt down in front of her. Doug +reached up under her skirt and tugged Jenny's panties down. She raised her ass +off the chair so he could pull them all the way off. + + Doug spread her knees wide apart while he buried his head in her tender, +moist twat. Her little pleated school skirt draped over his head while he gave +her sweet little cunt a good licking. + + Jenny fished Mike's swollen cock out of his underwear and clamped her +precious young mouth around it. Her tongue softly stroked his cock as swirled +it around the head. She took him like a vacuum cleaner, sucking hard as she +slowly worked him in and out of her mouth. + + They were quite a picture. Mike groaned as Jenny blew him. Jennie +groaned as Doug sucked her clit. The three lovers enjoyed the passion of the +moment. + + Jenny scooted forward in the chair so Doug could suck her better. His +tongue and hot breath felt so good down there. Then she felt Doug poke a +finger into her pussy. He slid it around in her tight little teenage cunt as +he continued licking and sucking her clit. + + Jenny popped her lips off Mike's prick, but kept working him with her +hand. + + "Oh, Doug..." she moaned. "You're gonna make me cum..." + + Doug lapped at her love hole with a frenzy. Up and down, side to side, +he rubbed her clit with his tongue. She enjoyed the friction of his tongue, +combined with his probing finger. Little Jenny felt herself grow flush, then +tremble uncontrollably. + + "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit!" she gasped, almost out of +breath. + + Mike had started taking his pants off. Jenny released her grip on his +cock while he took them off, and he did so quickly. He dropped to the carpet +and lay on his back. + + "Get on top of me, Jenny," he ordered. + + Jenny, still enjoying the afterglow of her climax, got out of the chair. +Still dressed in her school outfit, she pulled the skirt up around her waist +and lowered herself on Mike's cock. The head popped into her pussy, and Jenny +groaned slightly as she dropped on it slowly, plunging it deep into her sweet +love nest. + + She started riding Mike's prick slowly, rocking forward and backward on +him, while Doug took his clothes off. Jenny was sitting up as she rode Mike. +His six-inch cock fit her tight twat quite nicely, she thought. + + Doug came to Jenny and put his cock next to her mouth. She took it in +her hand and pushed it into her hungry mouth, then started sucking him like she +had done to Mike. + + "Oh, Jenny..." Doug whispered. + + Jenny was enjoying herself. One cock in her cunt, one in her mouth, she +had never had sex with two guys at once before. She could hardly imagine +Saturday night with seven of them! + + "Just remember, Mike," said Doug. "I get to fuck her, too!" + + "Yeah, sure," was the answer from Mike. + + "Hey, Jenny, where do you want us to cum?" Doug asked, remembering the face +bath he had given the young girl the last time. + + "Where do you want to?" she asked, keeping up the fuck-pace. + + Doug laughed. "I wanna do it in your pussy this time!" + + "You mean you've fucked Jenny before?" asked Mike. He cupped her ass +cheeks with his hands, helping her rhythm. + + "No, she just gave me a blowjob," said Doug. "But I blew my load all +over her face!" + + Mike laughed. "That sounds like fun! I think I'll try that!" + + Jenny slowed to a stop, then pulled up from Mike's cock. She rolled over +on her back, lifting her knees high, as Doug climbed on top of her. + + "My turn!" he announced. + + Doug fisted his prick into his girlfriend's sister. Jenny wrapped her +knee socks around his back as he started pumping her, slowly at first, then +harder. + + Mike watched his friend fuck the young girl while he sat next to them. +Jenny felt a little sorry for him, so she reached out and took his cock in her +hand, stroking it softly for him. She knew she didn't want to hand-pump him +too hard, because he'd blow his load before she wanted him to. + + Doug fucked Jenny good and hard. His balls slapped her ass as he +hammered her with quick, short fuck-strokes. + + "Fuck me hard, Doug..." she coached him, while rubbing one of her breasts +through her white school blouse. + + "I'm gonna cum..." he told her. "...any moment now..." + + He felt his cock spasm and release its first load of hot spunk into her +young snatch. + + "Ohhhh!!!" he groaned. + + Spurt after spurt of warm cum filled Jenny's pussy. Finally, Doug slowed +his pumping to a stop and pulled his wet, dripping cock out of the girl. Cum +dribbled out of her pussy onto the carpet under her. + + "Okay, Jenny, are you ready for me?" Mike asked. + + "Yep," was her answer. Lying on the carpet in her school uniform, her +knee-socked legs raised and spread, her skirt piled up on her tummy showing her +semen-soaked pussy, her long blonde hair spread out on the carpet... + + Jenny smiled with those little dimples as Mike kneeled over her face. +He frigged his cock as fast as he could, holding the tip of it toward her face. + + Jenny opened her mouth wide, giggling as she waited for her face-bath. + + Mike knew he wouldn't take too long. + + "Get ready!" he told her. + + Suddenly his prick shot a stream of jizz at the young girl. It +splattered across her face. Another squirt hit her in the mouth, then another +and another on her angelic face. + + Mike sprayed his load all over Jenny's sweet, smiling face. His +fuck-cream was thick and warm as it coated her face from forehead to chin, with +some of it even in her blonde hair. + + When Mike was finished, he wiped the last of it on her lips. Jenny raised +her head to take it in her mouth and sucked one last time on it, trying to get +the last bit out. + + Her efforts were rewarded with a tiny bit of salty cum. She savored the +taste as the two boys stood up and started putting their clothes back on. + + Jenny pulled her panties back on as Doug and Mike finished buckling their +pants. + + "Hey, Jenny, we'd better go," Doug said. He and Mike headed for the +door. + + "By the way, thanks!" the two boys said. + + Jenny smiled, with a cum-smeared face. + + "You're welcome," she answered. + + The two boys left without seeing Susie or even opening their Cokes. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch06.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch06.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0dd49bc6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch06.txt @@ -0,0 +1,498 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 6 + + It was just before 7:00 PM that Saturday night when young Jenny arrived by +taxi at the Excalibur Hotel. Packing three of her cheerleading uniforms and +pom pons in two duffle bags, she walked briskly to Room 120. + + Jenny knocked on the door. A man, who Jenny guessed to be in his forties, +opened it and peeked outside. + + "Are you Jenny?" he asked. + + "Yeah," she smiled. + + The man returned the smile. + + "Come on in," he invited her. + + Jenny stepped in. It was a large and luxurious suite, with a king-size bed. +Jenny quickly counted nine men, all sitting and apparently waiting for her. + + Mr. Walker jumped up. + + "Hi, Jenny!" he shouted, walking up to her and giving her a big hug. Then +he turned to introduce her to the others. + + "Guys, this is Jenny," he said, simply. + + The men all smiled at the young girl in jeans and T-shirt. + + "Just wait till you see this little J.V. cheerleader," he joked with the +others. + + Jenny giggled. + + "Do you want me to change?" she asked. + + "Yeah, how many uniforms did you bring?" Mr. Walker asked. + + "Three of em," she answered. + + "The bathroom is right over there," he told her. "But the other girl is +changing right now. By the way, here's some cash for you." + + Mr. Walker pressed a wad of $100-dollar bills into her hand, and she quickly +put it into her purse. + + The bathroom door was closed, so Jenny sat down to wait. The men were all +nodding approvingly at her. She counted six cameras and smiled as she imagined +all the attention that she would be getting. + + After a minute or so, the bathroom door opened, and another girl in a +cheerleading uniform walked out. Little Jenny's jaw dropped to the floor. + + It was her older sister, Susie. + + "Jenny?!" was all that Susie could say. + + "Susie?!" + + It was an incredibly awkward moment, then both quickly came to realize why +they were each there. + + Jenny stepped up to meet her sister. She put her hand on Susie's arm and +smiled to let her know it was all right. + + "Let me change first," Jenny told Susie. "Then we can have some fun with +these guys." + + Jenny took her bags into the bathroom and changed into one of her +cheerleading uniforms. She slipped into an ever-so-short white skirt with +eight red inverted pleats. Then she pulled on a simple red V-neck sweater with +white block letters "SJHS" across the front. The sweater was a little small +for her, and pulled tightly across her firm, small tits. + + The young cheerleader pulled on a pair of white knee socks and laced up her +red-and-white saddle shoes. Then she stepped into her white cheerleading +panties and tugged them up under her little skirt. Somehow, she knew they +wouldn't stay on for very long. + + Jenny picked up her pom pons, then admired herself in the mirror. She +fluffed her long blonde hair, turned sideways to check out the fit and noted +the shortness of the skirt. The young girl tugged up the waistband just a bit, +so that her white cheer panties were almost visible under the hem. + + Little Jenny opened the door and stepped out. She saw Susie sitting on the +edge of the bed, with several older men groping her through her uniform. Jenny +smiled, watching her older sister charm the men. + + Susie looked great, too, Jenny thought. Her cheer uniform looked a lot like +the USC Song Girls, with an all-white turtleneck sweater that was incredibly +tight on her. Susie's large tits made the red "SJHS" letters on the front of +the sweater bulge out for instant attention. Her skirt was white, lightweight +and flimsy for dance routines, with knife pleats all the way around and two red +stripes around the hem. She was wearing all-white knee socks, too, and white +tennies. + + As Jenny watched, one guy with gray hair was rubbing her big tits through +her sweater. Another guy was stroking her thighs and knee socks. A third guy +had a hand down between her legs, rubbing Susie's cunny though her tight white +panties. + + "Okay guys, here are the rules," Mr. Walker announced. It was clear that he +was in charge here. + + "First of all, nobody cums in their holes. None of us wants sloppy seconds! +Second, everybody fucks the girls in their uniforms. You can pull their +sweaters up if you want, but keep their clothes on. Remember, the theme here +is a cheerleader fuck. After everybody gets off at least once, we'll order out +for pizza. Then the girls will change into another uniform and we'll fuck and +suck some more. + + Mr. Walker turned to the two cheerleading sisters. + + "How many uniforms did you bring?" he asked. + + "Three," they both answered. + + "And then, I guess, they'll change again and we'll fuck until check-out +tomorrow," he told the guys. + + "Anyway, nobody count on getting any sleep until after they get home!" + + The men all laughed, eagerly anticipating a chance to ravage these beautiful +young ladies for the next sixteen hours. + + "Right now," Mr. Walker added, "Let's watch the girls dance for us." + + Mr. Walker turned on a portable CD player while Susie and Jenny stepped to +the front of the room with their pom pons and started dancing for the men. + + The sisters smiled as they bumped and wiggled their asses for the room of +horny men. The room flashed as the guys took pictures of the two young ladies +putting on their sexiest moves. The pom pons shook and the skirts swirled, +Jenny's flashing red from the pleats and Susie's lightweight fabric flipping +about wildly. + + Susie shook her tits as she danced, those "SJHS" letters bouncing about as +her tight sweater flopped up and down. + + Jenny saw this, and realizing that her tits weren't going to get the same +attention, turned around and bent over. Her little white skirt pulled up and +the eight red pleats fanned out, showing the crotch of her panties. Her little +cunny mound, wrapped in white, puffed between her thin thighs. + + The men were gasping and shooting pictures as fast as they could, wanting to +capture the magical moment for posterity. Jenny just smiled, knowing that +these guys would be beating themselves off to these pictures for years. + + The song came to an end, and Mr. Walker ordered the two girls to lay down on +the floor in front of them. Jenny and Susie did so. As the men continued +taking pictures, Jenny spread her thin thighs, showing off her little panty +crotch. Susie followed her little sister. The girls let the men take more +pictures of them, then started rubbing their crotches. + + Jenny reached under the legband of her panties and poked a finger into her +tender snatch, watching the men. A few of them had their zippers down by now, +pulling their cocks out and stroking them wildly. + + Jenny couldn't take it any more. She reached down and thumbed her panties +off, wiggling them down her thighs and kicking them aside. With her little +cheerleading skirt pulled up against her tummy, she showed the men her sweet, +young pussy. + + The men screamed for Susie to do the same, and she quickly did so. The two +sisters, sitting on the floor with their cheerleading skirts pulled up, their +panties off, were a sight to behold. + + "Hey, girls," called Mr. Walker. "Rub each other's clit for us!" + + Jenny and Susie looked at each other. Jenny tentatively reached between +Susie's legs and lightly touched her sister's cunt. Susie did the same to +Jenny, then pushed a finger into her little sister's pussy. + + As the men watched in wonder, the two cheerleader sisters, fully dressed in +their uniforms minus the panties, finger-fucked each other and massaged each +other's clit. + + Jenny felt wonderful as Susie fingered her. She moaned in delight as her +big sister softly stroked her love-trigger. Susie was enjoying this, too, with +her little sister rubbing her clit with her index and middle finger. Susie +bent toward Jenny and softly kissed her on the lips. + + Jenny returned Susie's kiss, then both sisters eagerly thrust their tongues +into each other's mouths, kissing passionately. + + This was a new experience for little Jenny, and wildly exciting. Susie's +fingers felt so good in her tight pussy, and she felt incredibly horny as she +kissed her older sister. + + The men were snapping pictures again of the two young cheerleader sisters. +Jenny and Susie were totally oblivious to them, lost in their ecstasy. + + Finally, two of the men could no longer take it. They jumped off the bed +and each grabbed themselves a cheerleader. One man had already taken his pants +off, and took Susie down to the floor. The other pulled little Jenny to him +and pressed his lips against hers. + + "Yeah, fuck em!" the other men cheered as they stripped down in +preparation. + + "Just remember!" interrupted Mr. Walker. "Nobody cums in their pussies or +assholes!" + + Mr. Walker put a pile of towels on the table nearby. It was sure to be a +messy evening. + + Jenny's man, who was in his forties with graying hair, had taken the J.V. +cheerleader down to the floor as well. He flipped her little white skirt up +and pushed his mouth into her love hole, working her madly with his tongue. + + Jenny looked over to check on her sister. Susie's guy had pulled her white +sweater up over her tits, unhooked her bra and was sucking one breast while +squeezing the other. Susie's hand had a firm grip on his cock, pumping +furiously. + + Another man dropped to his knees before little Jenny. She looked away from +her sister to see the guy's cock over her face, his hand a blur as it whacked +away above her. + + "I can't wait," he explained to her. "I wanna jack off in your mouth right +now. I can fuck you later tonight!" + + "Okay, sir," she answered. "Whatever you want." + + Jenny could see flashbulbs shooting off occassionally, as more pictures were +being taken. She was so horny by now... + + The young girl looked back at her sister. The guy was now fucking Susie, +and fucking her hard. Susie groaned as the guy relentlessly slammed his cock +into her wet snatch. + + "I'm gonna cum!" Jenny heard the guy above her say. + + She looked up at him. + + "Open your sweet little mouth!" he groaned. "I'm gonna give you a drink!" + + Jenny opened her mouth wide for him, just in time as he pushed his prickhead +down toward her. She saw a spurt of his cream and closed her eyes as it +splattered off her teeth. Then another and another. When the jizz shower +slowed to a stop, she opened her eyes again, just in time to watch him squeeze +the last of it into her mouth. + + Mr. Walker handed her a towel to clean her face, while the guy eating her +pussy straddled her and fisted his cock into her cunt. It felt so wonderful in +there and fit so nicely, she thought. + + While Jenny's man sawed her young twat, Jenny looked back at her sister, +just in time to see Susie's guy pull out and shoot his load all over her tits. +He rolled off Susie, and another guy stuck his swollen cock into Susie, picking +up where the first man had left off. Susie's cum-drenched tits wobbled about +as she got fucked hard again. + + Jenny moaned softly to herself. She pulled her red V-neck sweater high over +her tits, and rubbed the tiny nipples between her fingertips as her man screwed +her. She wrapped her white kneesocks around him, pulling him into her with +each thrust. + + Meanwhile, Susie's guy had pulled out and crawled up on her, straddling the +varsity cheerleader. He wiped her cum-covered tits with a towel, then placed +his throbbing cock between her mounds. Susie held her tits together while he +tit-fucked her. The man groaned in pleasure. + + Mr. Walker put a pillow under each girl's head, as each lied on their back +with a guy on top of them. + + Little Jenny looked at the other five men, sitting and patiently waiting +their turn for the young cheerleaders. Suddenly, she heard Susie's guy sream. +She looked over. + + The guy threw his head back as he pushed his hips hard into Susie. Susie, +her head propped up by the pillow, opened her mouth wide as the guy erupted, +shooting his wad from between her tits. Susie caught most of it in her mouth, +the rest splattering on the top of her pushed-up sweater. + + The sight of her sister eating the guy's load made little Jenny even +hornier. Thick strings of gooey cum hung from Susie's chin, dropping to her +turtleneck sweater. It was clear to Jenny that they would have to get their +uniforms dry-cleaned on the way home! + + "I'm gonna cum!" hollered the guy on Jenny. + + Jenny unhooked her legs from around him and he pulled out quickly, jacking +himself off the last few seconds from between her legs. Jenny watched as +geysers of cum shot high into the air, splattering on her little cheerleading +skirt, her flat tummy, her tiny tits. + + Jenny wiped herself clean, then saw the next guy step up with a tube of +jelly. + + "You don't need that," she giggled. "I'm really wet right now." + + The man just smiled. + + "I might need it if I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass," he said. + + Jenny smiled, not knowing what to think. She had never been fucked there +before, but the guy's cock wasn't very big, so she was willing to try it. + + "You're not gonna let him do that, are you?" Susie asked her younger sister. + + "Sure," Jenny smiled. "Just be gentle with me. I've never done that +before." + + The man smiled. "Of course, I will." + + He ordered little Jenny on her hands and knees. She pulled her red sweater +back down into place, then assumed the position. The man flipped her little +white cheerleading skirt over her waist, the eight red inverted pleats fanned +out on her back. + + The guy put a little bit of jelly on his fingers, then slowly rubbed it +around her asshole. + + "Ooooohhh! It's cold!" gasped Jenny. It felt strangely wonderful to have a +man's fingers probing her asshole. + + The man finished applying the jelly to the young cheerleader, then slowly +slipped a finger into her hole. Jenny groaned at first, but quickly came to +enjoy the sensation as he worked his finger into her. He finger-fucked her ass +for a few minutes, and soon she was ready. + + A few feet away, Susie had lowered herself on top of another guy, and was +bouncing about, fucking him hard. Her sweater flopped about as she rode him. +Susie held up the front of her flimsy skirt with one hand while she watched +Jenny. + + "I'm gonna fuck your sweet little ass, now," Jenny's guy told her. + + "Okay, mister," she consented. + + She felt his prick-head nestle against her asshole, wiggling around to +lubricate it properly. The man grasped her tight asscheeks, and soon Jenny +felt the head pop into her. + + "Oooffff!" she groaned. + + He was in, and ever-so-slowly pushed it a little deeper into her virgin +asshole. + + "Oh, God, it's so tight!" he exclaimed. He fucked it into her slowly for a +few minutes, then picked up the pace. Soon he was fucking her good, and little +Jenny was enjoying it. The pain was gone now, and she was free to experience +this new sensation. + + He knew he wouldn't last long. Her ass was so tight, and the sight of the +girl in her uniform being so nasty was exhilarating. + + Jenny could tell by the sound and pace of his breathing that he was about to +cum. After a few more fuck-strokes, he pulled out. + + Jenny couldn't see it, but Susie watched as he showered the back of her +little white skirt and red sweater with his load. He paused for a minute, +caressing her tender, tight asscheeks and enjoying the sight before him. Then +he towelled her off. + + Susie, meanwhile, was finishing off her guy as well. He gave her warning of +his impending orgasm. Susie quickly jumped off and dove mouth-first onto his +cock. Sealing her lips around it tightly, her hand was a blur as she beat him +off the last few seconds. He screamed as he came, filling her mouth with +sticky jizz. She choked on his load, and most of it spilled out of her mouth. +It dribbled down her hand, pooling at the base of his cock. Susie wiped it up +as her young sister teased her. + + "What's the matter, sis?" asked Jenny. "Can't you take a load?" + + Susie was defiant. + + "Of course I can." + + "Doesn't look like it," Jenny snapped back with a smile. + + "I'll tell you what," challenged Susie. Let's race with two guys. Whoever +can suck them off first wins, but you have to swallow it all." + + "Okay," Jenny agreed. + + Mr. Walker and another guy volunteered for the contest. + + "I've got Mr. Walker," said Jenny. + + The two men dropped to the carpet, lying there while the cheerleaders +positioned themselves between their legs. + + "Whenever you're ready," said Susie. + + Jenny was first to go down on Mr. Walker. She clamped her lips around him +and sucked hard, working her hand up and down the shaft. Susie took her guy +into her mouth as well, and the two girls began their race. + + The men cheered the girls on, placing bets on who would win. Jenny had Mr. +Walker on the edge quickly. She waggled her tongue across the underside of his +cock-head while she sucked, knowing how much he enjoyed it the first time. + + The two cock-sucking cheerleader sisters were in a dead heat. Both men +sounded as if they'd explode any second. Suddenly, Mr. Walker reared his head +back and shot his load. Jenny felt it hit the back of her throat and almost +choked, but managed to swallow the first stream. Another squirt, then another +and another. As fast as Mr. Wilson could pump it out of his balls, little +Jenny was swallowing it with no problem. + + Susie watched her sister, waiting to see some cum ooze out of her mouth, but +none came out. Knowing that she had lost, she pulled his cock out of her +mouth. + + "Do you want me to suck you the rest of the way, or what?" Susie asked him. + + "Just sit down and open your mouth," he told Susie. "I'm gonna squirt it in +so I can see it." + + Susie sat down and crossed her legs, her head up and mouth open. The man +stood in fron of her and frigged himself off, aiming the head at her eager +mouth. + + He came. His prick fired its thick white load into Susie's mouth, spurt +after spurt. He loved the sight of his cream squirting into the girl's mouth, +and the other men enjoyed it as well. After the flow stopped, Susie swallowed +the last of it, then kissed the head of his prick. + + + ************************************** + + Soon, all the guys had gotten off. Mr. Walker had called in for a pizza +delivery, and the deliveryman soon arrived. + + Mr. Walker opened the door and paid for the pizzas. The man could see that +there was a large group of men, and then his eyes lit up when he saw the two +girls in their cheerleading uniforms. + + "We're having a cheerleader gang-bang," Mr. Walker explained. + + "Would you like a turn?" he asked the deliveryman. + + "Sure!" the man exclaimed. + + He walked into the room, wearing his work uniform and cap. Mr. Walker +introduced him to Susie and Jenny, who both smiled at the young man. + + "Which girl would you like?" Mr. Walker asked. + + He looked them both over. Susie had a more womanly body with a full set of +curves, but Jenny looked young, sweet and innocent, with her thin body and cute +dimpled smile. He quickly decided that he wanted the sweet, young girl. + + "I'll take Jenny," he answered. + + Jenny moved to the floor and lied on her back, while the pizza guy pulled +off his pants. + + "What would you like me to do, mister?" she asked. + + "I wanna fuck you," he answered. + + "Oh, by the way," Mr. Walker interrupted. "No cumming in her pussy, okay?" + + The man nodded. + + "You can cum in my mouth if you want," Jenny offered. + + The guy's cock was big, almost twelve inches, and rock-hard ready. Jenny +gasped when she saw the size of it. He dropped onto the young girl and slowly +punched a few inches into Jenny's sweet teenaged cunt. He sawed it into her, +gradually pushing more and more of it into her. Finally, he hit Jenny's +cervix. Not wanting to hurt the poor girl, he backed off a little as he fucked +her on the floor. + + The men all watched as the pizza guy screwed the pretty cheerleader. Jenny +grabbed the man's ass and helped pull him into her, enjoying the massive prick +which filled her. + + His massive cock stretched her pussy lips to the max. She groaned with each +of his thrusts, but she was loving every second of it. + + Then, the man quickly stopped and pulled out. He shimmied up to her neck +and held his cock out above her face, whacking away on it. + + Jenny knew he was ready to cum, and she opened her mouth. + + "Put it in my mouth, mister," she told him, giggling. + + The pizza guy threw his head back and shot a huge stream of cum into Jenny's +mouth. Then another wad of cum splattered on her face, followed by another and +another. The guy was cumming all over the place. + + The men watched in disbelief as what seemed like a quart of semen gushed out +all over poor Jenny's face. By the time he was finished, Jenny was laughing. +She had cum smeared all over her face, in her mouth, dripping to the carpet. + + The pizza guy thanked her, got up and put his pants back on, then left. +Meanwhile, Jenny lied there for a few minutes with her facebath, while some of +the guys snapped photos of the angelic, young cum-covered cheerleader in her +uniform. + + Finally, she cleaned herself off, and everybody started in on the pizza. +Jenny knew it was going to be quite a night by the time it was over... + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch07.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch07.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d10f17b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngcch07.txt @@ -0,0 +1,399 @@ + + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + CHAPTER 7 + + Jenny and Susie went back into the bathroom and peeled their cum-stained +uniforms off, tossing them to the floor. They washed themselves off, then +changed into their next set of cheerleading uniforms for the waiting men. + + After putting on the little outfits, they checked their hair and makeup +before going back out for their next fuck-and-suck session. + + "Are you okay?" Susie asked her young sister. + + "Yeah, I think this is fun!" replied little Jenny. "We're gonna make a +lot of money tonight, too." + + Susie smiled. + + "You didn't mind getting fucked in the ass?" Susie asked. + + "No, it wasn't too bad," Jenny answered. + + "Well, then, let's show em some more," Susie said, picking up her pom +pons and opening the door. + + The two cheerleaders stepped back into the living room in front of the +leering older men. + + "Let's see some sexy cheer routines!" shouted one of the men. + + "Yeah!" the other men joined in. + + "Who first?" Susie asked. + + "You, sweetheart," Mr. Walker said, smiling and winking at the senior +cheerleader. + + Susie took her pom pons and stepped to the middle of the room, holding +them at her sides. + + Her uniform was darling. She was wearing a red crew-neck sweater with a +wide white band around the body and sleeves. The red letters "SJHS" were large +and filled the white band area. Two more thin white bands ran across the +sweater, one above and one below the large band. + + Susie's cheerleading skirt was red, with eight inverted white pleats. It +hugged her shapely ass very nicely, the pleats spreading out slightly as she +turned slowly for the men's enjoyment. + + She was wearing red knee socks, which had three white stripes, just like +her sweater - one wide stripe with a thin white stripe on either side. Her +white tennies completed her outfit, with the red-and-white pom pons. Susie +started a sexy version of several of her cheers. + + "Push em back! Push em back! Way back!" she cheered, facing away from +the men and bending over as she jumped. + + Her pom-poms swished loudly and her little skirt flipped up to display +her glove-tight red cheerleading panties, with a sweet slice of ass cheek +peeking from each elastic legband. + + The men gasped in admiration, and Susie was inspired. Jenny smiled as +she sat nearby, watching the men taking pictures and stroking their dicks. + + Susie's sweater bounced wildly with her large tits as she went into a +high-kick number, and the men cheered. + + "I've gotta fuck you!" screamed one man, whom Jenny had sucked off +earlier. + + Susie smiled. + + "Then come get me, big boy!" she coaxed. + + The man sprang from the couch and took Susie down to the floor +immediately. He grabbed her little skirt and tugged it up, then reached to her +crotch and took one of the legbands of her bright red cheer panties. + + He pulled the legband aside, fisted his prick to her twat, and pushed +himself in. + + Susie screamed a bit and bit her lip. The man was fucking her in her +panties, and he was very rough. But she found it exciting, even though it +hurt. + + Susie looked up at the man over her and wrapped her kneesocks around him. + + "Okay, mister. If you're gonna be this nasty, you better fuck me good," +she told him. + + The man slammed his cock into her even harder. Her thighs shook and +slapped against his as he hammered the cheerleader. + + "Fuck her, mister," Jenny encouraged. + + The man looked down at Susie, who groaned, half in pain and half in +delight. + + "I'm fuckin' you good, now, aren't I?" he asked. + + "Yeah..." was all Susie could say. + + Susie's kneesock-encased legs locked hard around the man, her white +tennies criss-crossed. He fucked the cheerleader with an almost-violent frenzy +for a full five minutes. + + "Okay, you little teenage whore, I'm gonna fuck your mouth now," he told +her. + + He pulled his dick out of her cunt, her elastic panty legband snapping +back in place. He shimmied up to her neck, then grabbed both sides of her +head. On his knees, he straddled the girl. + + "Open your mouth, you little cock-sucker," he told her. + + While Jenny watched in fascination, her sister opened her mouth and the +man pushed his throbbing prick into it. Holding both sides of her head up, her +fucked her mouth almost as hard as he sawed her cunt, ramming his cock deep +into Susie's throat. + + Susie choked occassionally as the man raped her young mouth, his pubic +hair mashing against her nose with each powerful thrust. She struggled for +breath, but still kept her lips sealed around him. + + "Okay, sweetheart, now I'm gonna cum right down your throat." + + "Ummhmm," she groaned, giving her approval. + + Several more fuck-strokes into the cheerleader's mouth was all he needed. +With a scream, he fired his cum down Susie's throat. + + Susie felt his hot cream gush down her throat. She would have liked to +have tasted his cum, but his prick-tip was beyond her taste buds, shooting the +sticky fluid straight to her tummy. + + The man's cock bloated and squirted, over and over. He pushed his cock +into her mouth hard, squirting more and more cum down her gullet, until it +finally stopped. + + The men cheered as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, having force-fed +his load to the teenager. + + Susie managed a smile, but she hoped the other men wouldn't be quite as +rough with her. + + "Okay, Jenny, what can you do for us?" asked Mr. Walker. + + Jenny didn't know how she could top what she had just seen, but she +stepped into the front of the room as Susie crawled to the side. + + The men all gawked at the young girl in her cute little cheerleading +uniform. It was the same outfit she had done Mr. Walker in, a few weeks +earlier. + + A long-sleeved white blouse with a tight red snap-down vest hugged her +torso, the small white letters "SJHS" running down diagonally from the right +shoulder. + + Jenny's skirt was red-and-white plaid with knife pleats all the way +around. It was very lightweight fabric, and it was extremely short on her. She +bent over just slightly, so the hem would pull up just a bit and give the men a +peek at her bright red cheer panties. + + This time, Jenny wore red knee socks with the uniform, and her +red-and-white saddle shoes. She was a cutie, a charmer which no man could +resist, and she knew it. + + Jenny looked over her shoulder at the men staring at her barely-visible +red panties, and smiled sweetly with her little dimples. She bent over all the +way, very slowly, her legs together, gradually showing more and more of those +tight cheerleading panties. + + The men leered at the young girl's display. Her little cunt, wrapped +tightly in red, bulged between her thighs. Her little ass was so firm, so +tiny, it begged to have another cock. + + Mr. Walker started playing more music on the CD player, and Jenny started +a lewd, sensuous dance. The men cheered her on as she squeezed her little tits +through the vest and reached under her flimsy plaid cheerleading skirt, +fingering her young twat through her panties. + + Camera flashes filled the room. Jenny turned away from the men again, +reached up under her skirt, and slowly thumbed her panties down in a tight roll +across her thighs. She bent over again as she pulled the panties down, her +sweet little cunt now visible to all the men, as the panties dropped to her +feet. + + One of the guys stepped up to Jenny from behind. He flipped her little +skirt up over her waist, and Jenny spread her legs for balance. She leaned +over, resting her palms on a coffee table, while the man pushed his cock-head +up against her sweet ass. + + "Do it, mister," she said. "Put your cock in my ass." + + The man gladly obliged, punching the head into her asshole. Jenny groaned +as he started fucking her ass from behind. + + "Oooh, mister," she moaned. "Do you like fucking little girls in the +ass?" + + "I sure do," he answered, spreading both of her tight ass cheeks with his +fingers as he worked his cock deeper into her. + + The man fucked and fucked sweet little Jenny's ass for what seemed like +an eternity. Jenny was surprised he was lasting as long as he was, and she was +getting a bit tired, hunched over the table like that. + + Finally, when she was about to say something, he told her he was ready to +orgasm. + + "I'm gonna cum, Jenny!" he shouted. + + He pulled his cock out of her asshole and frigged himself off the last +two seconds. Thick strings of cum splattered off one ass cheek, running down +her thigh and dribbling onto her knee sock. + + Jenny was a bit disappointed, thinking it was a waste of delicious cum, +but at the same time was a litle glad he hadn't put his cock in her mouth after +putting it up her ass. She wasn't sure she was ready for something like that. + + She wiped her ass and leg clean with a towel, while a couple of men +laughed at the scene. + + Mr. Walker walked over to Susie, who had recovered from her last fuck, +and helped her off the floor. He took her in his arms and kissed her +passionately, while he squeezed her ass cheek under her little red skirt. The +white pleats pushed up high as he massaged her ass, his tongue probing deep +into her eager mouth. + + "I wanna fuck you, Susie," he told her. + + Susie smiled. Mr. Walker dropped to the floor and lied down on his back, +and Susie dropped on top of him, pulling her cheerleading skirt out of the way. +She nestled his stiff prick against her hot pussy and punched it into her. + + Jenny had two guys feeling her up and down, but couldn't help but feel a +little sad that Mr. Walker was fucking Susie instead of her again. + + While Susie rode Mr. Walker gently, one of Jenny's guys pulled the young +girl down to the floor on top of him, also. He pulled Jenny's skirt up over +her waist while Jenny skewered herself on his massive cock. + + The man grabbed Jenny's sides and pulled her down to him, kissing her +passionately while he fucked her sweet pussy. Another man knelt down behind +the cheerleader and nestled his cock to her asshole. + + Jenny was surprised, and turned around to see the second man shove his +dick between her buns. She groaned and bit her lip, but in seconds she was +enjoying this new sensation. One prick up her pussy and another up her ass - +it felt so good to her. + + Jenny looked over to see her older sister still riding Mr. Walker, except +that now another guy had his cock in her mouth, as well. Susie looked back at +Jenny, and the two girls smiled at each other. + + Sounds of pure pleasure filled the room as the two young cheerleaders +worked the four men like pros. More camera flashes filled the room as the +other men enjoyed the scene. + + Susie sucked the one guy off first. He shot off in her hungry mouth, and +Susie eagerly swallowed it, enjoying the man's salty-but-sweet taste. + + The guy fucking Jenny's ass was next. He pulled out and quickly scurried +over to Susie. Susie turned to look at him, just as he shot his load all over +the girl's face. Susie laughed, still fucking Mr. Walker, as the man's cum +coated her face in squirt after squirt, dripping from her chin. + + The guy under Jenny was the next to go. + + "I'm gonna cum!" he hollered. + + Jenny popped off him quickly and clamped her lips around his rod, briskly +jerking him off with her hand. She felt his cock pulsate in her mouth, just +before he geysered his thick load of jizz into the little cheerleader's hot, +sucking mouth. + + Jenny pulled it out of her mouth so he could squirt it on her tongue, +anxious to taste every bit of it. + + The man looked down to see his cum squirting into her young mouth, +groaning in ecstasy at the incredible sight. + + Jenny sucked him dry, then rolled off and watched Susie finish off Mr. +Walker. The two of them had switched positions now, and Susie was flat on her +back, her knee socks and tennies high in the air, while Mr. Walker fucked down +hard into her. + + Susie's tits jiggled under the red-and-white sweater as he pumped her. +The white pleats of her red skirt were scrunched up on her tummy, and her shoe +laces swung in rhythm with his fuck-stroke. + + Suddenly, Mr. Walker groaned and pulled his dick out just in time. From +between her legs, he shot great glops of jizz all over her sweater. Susie +laughed as his cream splattered all over her sweater-covered tits. + + Jenny tossed Susie a towel, and her sister mopped up the sticky cream as +best she could. No sooner had she finished wiping it up, when another guy +rolled her over on top of him. + + Susie reached down and stuffed the guy's cock into her, while another guy +knelt and fucked his schlong into her asshole. Jenny laughed, watching what +had just been done to her. + + While Susie fucked the two men, the last guy stepped up to Jenny. + + "What would you like, mister?" Jenny asked. + + "I wanna eat your pussy, Jenny," he answered. + + Jenny smiled and spread her legs for the man, who buried his head under +her little plaid pleated skirt. Jenny sighed in pure delight, feeling the +man's tongue on her clit. She closed her eyes and softly squeezed her tiny +tits through her red vest as the man sucked her into a frenzy. + + The man's tongue knew no mercy. Jenny was soon gasping for breath. She +had never been eaten like this before. The young girl screamed as she came, +and the man kept up his relentless licking and sucking. + + "Oh my God..." Jenny whimpered. + + "Mister, you're gonna make me cum again..." she moaned. + + She felt her body shudder and tingle as she came a second time, and the +man finally pulled his head out from under her skirt, her love juice all over +his mouth and dripping from his chin. + + He crawled up to her and she kissed him eagerly. Her love juices smeared +all over both of their faces, as the little cheerleader probed the man's mouth +with her wonderful tongue. + + "Fuck me, mister," she begged. + + He obeyed, gently sliding his cock into the tight twat of the young girl. +He fucked her slowly and gently, enjoying every moment. + + "Oh, mister," Jenny said softly. "You feel so good in me..." + + Meanwhile, the other two men were fucking Susie to an orgasm of her own. +Susie screamed in delight, drawing little Jenny's attention. + + The two men plotted their orgasms. + + "Where do we wanna cum?" asked one. + + "Let's do it in her mouth at the same time," answered the other. + + The two men rolled Susie onto her back and squatted on either side of her +face, whacking their pricks in a flurry. The senior cheerleader, in her +uniform with her mouth open for their cum, was too much for them. + + "Gonna cum, now, are you ready?" asked one man. + + "Yeah!" the other groaned. + + Susie looked up at the two pricks pointed down at her face. The two men +came almost simultaneously, their pricks unloading their juice all over Susie's +face. Susie laughed as the men coated her face in sticky white, finally +stopping to squeeze the last of it into her mouth. + + Jenny looked at the man over her. + + "Where do you wanna cum?" she asked, sweetly. + + "Wherever you'd like me to, my little darling," he answered. + + Jenny smiled with those little dimples. + + "I want you to cum in my hand," she told him. + + The man pulled out of her, and Jenny took his cock with one hand. While +everyone watched, she briskly frigged him with that hand while she put her +other hand out to catch his cream. + + He didn't last very long. He grimaced, then gasped as he pumped his jizz +into her palm. Squirt after squirt, it pooled in little Jenny's hand. Finally, +after she had milked the last of it from him, she released her grip on his +prick. + + Sitting there on the floor in her cute little cheerleading uniform, her +legs spread wide without her panties, she made sure that all the guys were +watching. + + The men watched in disbelief as young Jenny smiled with her cute dimples +with a hand full of cum. Then she lowered her face to her hand and stuck out +her tongue to lap it up. + + Jenny scooped some of it up with her tongue. Thick strands of gooey +man-cream hung from her tongue as she pulled it into her mouth and swallowed, +then licked more off her palm. + + The men cheered wildly as Jenny licked the last of it from her hand. +Jenny, still smiling, knew she was a little cheerleader slut, and she was +loving every minute of it. + + + ***** T H E E N D ****** + of + YOUNG CHERRY CHEERLEADER + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngmodel.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngmodel.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9b3aa0d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngmodel.txt @@ -0,0 +1,252 @@ +YOUNG MODEL FANTASY + +This time Amanda had on a blue floral V-neck tank dress that sloped down +just giving a hint of her cleavage. The dress also showed her figure to +advantage as it stopped before her knees; her curves and slim legs were +open for inspection to his eyes. Her thin hoop earrings and the long red +curls of her hair, combined with the barely noticeable flesh colored +hosiery she wore belied her 16 years. Of course, Phil was also dressed +to kill in his best blue suit, flowered tie to match her dress, and +freshly shined shoes. They smiled awkwardly at each other and Phil again +admired her beautiful smile and perfectly aligned teeth, unlike his own +slightly buckish front teeth. + +Dinner went about as well as expected, as both of them had trouble +concentrating knowing what was in store for the evening. Amanda spilled +some water on the table and Phil dropped some silverware on the floor, +but no major (stupidity-wise) travesty happened. + +Barely concentrating on keeping his little Honda on the road, Phil soon +made it to her house and hopped out to the passenger side. He opened the +door for her and she took his hand as he helped her out of the car. +Damn, her skin was so smooth! She seemed to read his mind as he looked +at her and she smiled broadly, firmly squeezing his hand. He led her, +arm in arm, up to the door of the house. With a giggle she jumped up and +he caught her legs, carrying her inside the house and placing her on the +couch. + +This was Phil's first feel of Amanda's body and he about lost it, not +wanting to let her go. It didn't really matter because almost +immediately after he tossed his coat aside and sat down she scooted over +to him, whispering, "I'm not sure how much we're going to do, but let's +start." With that, she fastened her blue eyes to his own blue eyes and +slowly moved her pretty mouth to his, placing her lips to his in their +first kiss. He held his breath, afraid to do anything. She laughed and +wiped the lipstick off his lips with her finger. He gave her his +handkerchief and she wiped her finger and mouth in it. "I hope you don't +mind," she mischeviously stated. "Oh, it's not a problem at all," he +replied as he returned the fabric to his pocket. + +Phil then turned to her and gently returned her kiss but soon their +kissing became more passionate and both could feel their pulses racing. +After he finally broke away Amanda lifted her legs off the floor +(leaving her pumps behind) and over Phil's lap while throwing her arms +about his neck. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her full lips to his. +This time, Phil was not afraid to do something. He clasped his hands +around her back, gently running them up and down her elegant back and +eventually through her fine red hair. Suddenly he felt her sweet tongue +and reflexively opened his mouth to feel her probing. He returned the +favor awhile before she pulled away somewhat and looked again into his +eyes; both were slightly out of breath. + +While they were locking eyes Phil apparently was still reeling from +their activity because he felt his right hand stroking up and down her +covered legs without him actually contemplating doing it. Amanda +eventually noticed too but made no move to stop him so he continued. +Soon she reached down and began to roll one stocking down but he stopped +her; he began to remove it instead. She was surprised but as his hands +flowed down her legs, electricity ran through her body. Something in her +mind told her hands to unbutton his shirt so they did. As she did this +he continued stroking her bare legs. After she had removed his shirt, he +nuzzled her neck, noticing for the first time the freckles that adorned +her shoulders. + +"Amanda, you are the most unique and beautiful girl, do you know that?" +he said and he meant it. "If you say so," she blushed and pecked him on +the cheek. "I just wish we could go further." "Do you really mean that?" +Phil asked. "Yes," Amanda replied softly but breathily, "but we can't. I +don't want to get pregnant." "But Amanda, we still can," Phil said as he +produced two condoms from his wallet. "You mean you have those all the +time?" "Yes, I do." "Well, I am happy for that," she said simply as she +shimmied out of her dress. Phil wasted no time either and quickly +shucked his shoes, socks, and pants. + +They caught each other staring at the other one's body as they both had +on only their skivvies. Amanda admired his tall frame and chest as well +as his firm buns. Of course, she could have been looking at his glans as +it poked out of the top of his blooming Fruit of the Looms. Phil almost +choked as he saw Amanda in 3-D as few, if any, people had seen her. He +stared at her young frame. All she was wearing now was a white +cotton/spandex bra that appeared to be back closing and French-cut print +briefs. He couldn't help but notice the irony of what looked like red +roses covering her sexuality. Did the designer do it on purpose? He only +wondered for a moment as she instantly, but hesitantly, came to him and +reached to kiss him. He met her halfway and gently pulled her body +closer to his. Finally he stroked her soft buttocks, feeling her warm +and giving flesh there. She shivered with pleasure as her belly felt his +penis for the first time. His erection was raging in testament to her +beauty, and she reached into his underwear to feel its heat. + +Phil figured she might want to go further because of this action, so he +guided her hands momentarily away from his cock and to the waistband of +his Looms and pushed down, stepping out of his last piece of clothing. +She regarded his stiff length without emotion, but apparently she was +just reaching her decision. After a few moments of pondering, she +reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. With purposeful slowness +(was she titillating him?) she removed one arm and then the other, +holding the one side up with her forearm so she still didn't reveal +anything. She then let the garment fall to the floor, revealing her +breasts to him. They were small, round, and firm, standing high on her +chest. Her brown areolae framed their erect nipples in perfect +proportion. He leaned in and kissed each breast and nipple before +leaning back. She held her breath while he did this but again looked +directly into his eyes (He really got numb when she did that!) and slid +her flowered briefs past her thighs and legs, stepping out of them. Now +it was his turn to hold his breath. + +After he found it he noticed her staring him down so he made a note to +memorize her body. She was still smiling and showing her pearly whites. +Her gentle and erratic breathing made her pert breasts rise and fall +ever so enticingly. Her slim hips and thighs curved into each other and +were so smooth. She truly was a woman in bloom. Thin wisps of reddish +brown hair sprouted from between her legs, but he couldn't see much +right now. Continuing down he again admired the form of her legs. Even +her feet were something to behold in his eyes. + +Amanda moved toward Phil but to his surprise moved past him, so he got a +chance to see her shapely ass as she went by. Still, where the hell is +she going? He smiled as he saw her reach for one of the condoms he had +left on the coffee table. She opened the package, reading the +instructions. Then she went to Phil and placed the condom over the tip +of his penis and with the other hand unrolled it onto his erection. He +groaned as he felt her soft hand doing this. As soon as she was done he +grasped her and kissed the top of her head, reveling in whatever shampoo +she used. She looked up to him and said, "Are you ready?" "Are you?" "I +think so," she replied as she led him by his sheathed dick to an open +part of the room and guided him to the floor on top of her. + +Phil briefly tongued Amanda's breasts before kissing down her stomach. +At the same time he stroked the sides of her body with both hands from +her armpits, down her ribs, and stopped at her hips. She was trembling +slightly as both his lips and hands met their destination +simultaneously. Slowly he placed his hands between her thighs and pushed +them apart, revealing her sex to him. The final destination. He again +saw the fine red-brown pubic hair but this time also saw her petite +vulva. She tensed again when he probed his finger into her cleft, spread +the labia apart, and stroked the moist pink flesh within. Gasping, she +lifted one leg up, bent it at the knee and placed it as far out as +possible, giving him more room. The top of his fingers traced over her +swollen clitoris as well as in and out of her channel alternatively; he +was rewarded with even more slick juices and her panting. His dick +throbbed and reminded him that he still had a job to do, now that she +had moistened. + +Pulling away slightly he took his rigid penis in hand and slid it up and +down her moist cleft while continuing to stroke her clitoris with the +other hand. She continued her semi-faraway breathing but watched his +every move. When he had lubricated the condom enough, he settled between +her at her opening. Without saying anything, she spread her legs far +apart in recognition of what they were about to do. He probed with his +penis at her wet and puffy vaginal lips and found the entrance, pushing +the head into her about an inch. "You're going to go slow, right?" she +breathed. "You bet," he replied as he withdrew and penetrated her again +with the glans. + +Phil placed his hands on either side of Amanda's head and lowered his +body to hers, supporting his weight so that he barely made contact with +her. She would have none of that and pulled him down so that he was +smothering her smooth body. They both groaned as his hard chest touched +her erect nipples and firm bosom. Their bodies' heated contact pushed +Phil further and he humped his buttocks, penetrating Amanda's opening +further; she was very tight and that only heightened the pleasure. He +began to thrust in and out but only as far as his second penetration had +gotten; he made no attempt to go deeper. Finally, however, she began +hunching her hips, trying to get him inside her further. He looked at +her, stopping his thrusts, to see her with a clenched jaw and closed +eyes. She opened her eyes when he stopped, wondering. "OK, now," he said +as he arched his back and gradually pushed his penis further into her. +Halfway in he met a slight barrier that pushed against his cock. He +pushed further, being pleasured by the heat and lubrication of their +mutual coupling as well as the purity and friction of her vagina. +Finally he found himself fully inside her and lowered his chest to hers +again. + +Amanda opened her eyes when she felt Phil's pubic bone against her own, +bringing her legs up and folding them around his hips. She pumped her +hips at his enwombed cock and said, "This is a great feeling!" He could +only agree and reveled in her wetness as he began thrusting in and out. +Her lubrication made even her tight vagina easily penetrable by his +stiff penis. With each slow intrusion, her natural juices accumulated +and the in and out motions they did made soft sucking noises. They were +soon thrusting in unity with each other as she raised her hips off the +floor each time he entered her depths. The speed of their thrusts +gradually increased but still weren't outof control due to her petite +opening. Nonetheless Amanda's eyes glazed over and she made small noises +as they moved towards orgasm. + +Her legs tightened around his hips and her arms around his back as she +gave one last thrust, arching her buttocks up and stiffening her body. +"Ooooohhh," she moaned as she climaxed. This sent him over as he was +waiting for her. He pumped two more times before holding his penis +inside her spasming pussy. His fluid offering, meant for Amanda's +pleasure center, was intercepted by the condom but still couldn't +diminish his orgasmic intensity. Gradually their movements subsided and +he moved down and kissed her appreciative face. She was still so damn +beautiful and young. He felt like doing it again. + +His cock was still semi-hard within her pulsing vagina. She pumped her +hips at him. "You still willing?" he asked. In answer she pumped faster, +bringing him to full erection. "OK, but I have to get out of this +thing." He withdrew and went to his knees. She followed him up and +unfurled the rubber from his member, taking it off. Being a bit sloppy, +she dropped the used one and picked the unused one off the table and +again placed it over his throbbing penis. Once again she led him, but +this time she went into her bedroom. + +She climbed up on top of the covers and laid on her back, opening her +legs and beckoning to him. He slowly clambered up to her. Her vaginal +lips were still pouty so he began right away. She pulled him by his +neck, kissing him. Phil's cock landed at her glistening entrance. Slowly +he pushed it completely into her vagina. "Do you want to lead?" he asked +her. "OK," she replied and rolled over. She grasped him tightly to her, +crushing her body to his. + +Hesitatingly she wriggled her pelvis around and side to side, as if +afraid to try and separate her pussy from his dick. He figured to let +her do what she may. After all, he was in no hurry. With great care she +lifted only her buttocks away from him only to bring them back down +again. He took the opportunity to caress her plump hillock with his +hands, gently massaging the outer folds. She quickened her thrusts +slightly and soon she flung her head backwards and arched her back. This +enabled him to use her juices to moisten underneath her breasts and her +erect nipples, using his slippery fingers and thumbs. These actions +caused her to impale herself with quicker movements and sent her along +the way to climax. Phil watched her shining pubic hair and the way her +pussy lips grasped his cock with each up and down movement she made. He +ran each hand down from her breasts, her ribs, and let them rest on her +hips. She continued her thrusting but when the back of his hands +lightly stroked her inner thighs, she kept his penis inside her to the +full length and fell onto him. + +She continued humping her hips at his hilted penis until she locked up +and let out a soft cry of pleasure. He continued stroking with his index +finger over her smooth ass, thighs and legs as she shuddered on top of +him. They stayed like that for five minutes, both enjoying how their +bodies melded together. His penis throbbed deep inside her cavern the +entire time. Finally she roused and smiled, saying "Your turn." She got +up from him and rolled on her back. + +Amanda spread her legs far apart and Phil wasted no time in moving +between them. He placed his rampant member at her sweet slit and pushed +in, enjoying her tightness and hotness. She pulled his hips to hers and +encircled her legs around his waist. The feeling of her smooth, young +legs clutching him to her sex spurred him on. Amanda met every probe +with her own raised buttocks as each thrust penetrated deep into her +core. Their thighs glided together in unison, increasing in speed. He +pounded in and out five more times before he exploded, sending stream +after stream of seed into her pussy. The condom, however, stopped any +from touching her pussy. He kept moving after this and ten strokes later +he felt her vaginal walls clutching his softening member as she went +over, tightening her legs around him and preventing his movement. + +"Do you think we could do this again?" Amanda asked. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngneibr.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngneibr.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..affd8a0f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngneibr.txt @@ -0,0 +1,431 @@ +Copyright © 1998, (Beth). ALL Rights Reserved +The following story is being published anonymously for the author (Beth) +by Mr Double (mrdouble@mrdouble.com). + + + +----- +From viperXXXtreme@hotmail.com +Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories +Subject: Beth's Story: My Young Neighbor (Part 1 & 2) +From: viperXXXtreme +Date: Mon, 04 Aug 1997 +------ + +Hi. My name is Beth. I'm 29 years old. I have long blonde hair, +and I'm blessed with a nice body and an attractive face. I am happily +married to a wonderful man named Frank, and we live in a nice quiet +section a few miles outside Miami Beach, FL. + Up until last year, for the most part our lives were just normal +like everyone else. Don't get me wrong, we both were and still very +happy with each other. We have an excellent sex life and have no +problems satisfying our needs. But something happened last summer that +changed our lives some. Not for the worst, but for the better. This +experience has opened new doors for us, and it is for this reason that I +want to share some of these experiences with you. I hope you enjoy +reading this. I certainly enjoyed writing it. + + It started last summer, August to be exact. My husband had just +got home that day from a week long convention he was attending in +Atlanta. I was in my back yard cleaning up some from a little family +gathering I had the day before when I decided the heck with this.. the +sun was shining and it was such a hot day that I was going to be lazy +and just lay out on a blanket and work on my already dark tan. That's +when I noticed Tommy, my 17 year old neighbor who lives next door. He +was watching me through the wooden fence that seperates our yards. This +did not come as a surprise to me because ever since we moved here 3 +years ago, Tommy has always looked at me with wide eyes and mouth +opened. At first I thought it was just one of those boyish crushes that +would go away after awhile. But as the years came, I could see that his +innocent looks had turned to hot passion and desire. To be honest with +you, I was rather flattered, and a little turned on by it. But I never +meant to go anywhere with this. After all, he was just a boy and I was +a married woman. But all this would change on that one hot August +day... + + + - One - + + As I lay on my tummy, stretched out on the blanket, I saw that +Tommy was spying on me. He was looking through one of the cracks on the +fence between my backyard and his. Normally I would have gotten angry, +but I know how 17 year old boys are. And because I take good care of my +body, I knew I looked pretty good to him I heard the back door swing +open as Frank walked out into the yard. As he approached me he said, +"Honey, you look so sexy laying there, I could just eat you." + "Mmmmm.. now that's a nice thought." I moaned as I looked up at +him. I watched him as he took the bottle of tanning oil and poured some +of it into his hand. + + Frank began to massage the oil on my back. He started on my +shoulders, and then my back. His hands felt good as he moved slowly +across my back. I could see Tommy's eyes stare hard as he watched my +husband massage me. I began to get aroused knowing that Tommy was +watching. I knew his cock would be aching with desire by now. + "Lower. Go lower, honey." I moaned to my husband. + His hands moved lower until they rested at the edge of my skimpy +bikini bottom. He continued to massage the base of my back. + "Lower." I whimpered. + Frank smiled as is one hand slid underneath the material and rested +it on my right ass-cheek. As he massaged the soft flesh of my ass, I +noticed that my husband had a huge bulge of his own inside his shorts. +I had almost forgotten that it had been almost a week since we had sex, +and I knew he was very excited. It was then I decided to really put on +a show for Tommy. + I let out a soft moan when Frank's other hand slipped underneath my +bikini bottom and gently massaged my other ass-cheek. My pussy was +getting wet as I felt my husband's hands on my ass. I turned my head +towards him and rotated my ass, grinding my hot pussy into the blanket. +I let my body slide upwards a little so that my panties would work their +way down until most of my ass was visible. I turned towards the fence +to see if Tommy was still hiding there. I smiled when I saw his eyes +glued to me. + By now, Frank was moaning as he felt his own passion build. Using +my right foot, I slowly kicked forward, moving my body away from him. +His hands slowly slid off my ass. Kneeling on the edge of the blanket, +Frank watched me with a dumbfounded look on his face. I slowly turned +over on my back and raised my right leg. Pointing my toes forward, I +streteched my leg until my foot rested on his groin. Slowly, I began to +massage his throbbing cock with the bottom of my foot. Frank let out a +soft moan as I rubbed him. + "Oh my God." he whispered. "You know, Baby, I am really fucking +horney." + "I know, Sweetheart. It's been almost a week, hasn't it?" I said +as I rubbed a little harder. + "Yes, and I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." he answered, grabbing +my ankle with one hand. + He moved my foot off of him and turned to the side. I giggled and +arched my foot. Using his other hand, he massaged my toes and the +bottom of my foot. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. I let him +do this for only a minute or so until I told him to sit on the lawn +chair. + + I bent over and unbuttoned his shorts. Then I pulled down his fly +and dipped my hand inside. I gently grasped his cock and carefully +pulled it out. As I slowly stroked it, I felt it twitch inside my +hand. I could see from the corner of my eye that Tommy watched with +wide eyes. +And from the sounds Frank was making, I knew he was already close to the +edge. + Looking down at this beautiful hunk of flesh, I dropped to my +knees and lowered my head. I let his cock slip between my lips and into +my mouth. I took about half of his cock into my mouth and gave it a +hard suck. Frank moaned loudly and I felt his body stiffen. I began to +bob my head, taking more of his cock into my mouth with each stroke. +Frank's hand quickly moved to the back of my head and he buried his +fingers in my thick blonde hair. I could feel him coaxing me into +taking more of his cock. + By now, his cock was drenched with my saliva and his own juices, +and my lips slid easily up and down. I could taste the salty flesh with +my tongue as I licked it along the way. I was taking all of his cock in +my mouth, and I could feel the head touch the back of my throat. My +hands gently massaged his balls. Frank began to squirm on the lawn +chair as my head bobbed up and down. His grip became tighter and his +moans grew more intense. Suddenly he cried out and he arched his body +upward. A stream of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Quickly, I +backed up and tightened my lips around the thick flesh, just beneath the +head. Frank came hard and fast. I could feel his cock pulsate with +each spurt as he filled my mouth with his hot juice. I sucked hard, not +wanting to lose a drop. I moved my one hand to the base of his cock and +slowly jerked him off. + Finally, he fell back into his chair and I felt his body relax. +With his cock still in my mouth, I swallowed his cum in three gulps. +His hand no longer gripped the back of my head. Instead, I felt his +fingers gently stroking my hair. I bobbed my head once more, this time +slowly sucking his drained cock all the way into my mouth and throat. +When I released him, his cock was dry and limp. Looking up at him, I +could see he had a very pleased look on his face. I couldn't help but +smile at him. As I swallowed the last of his juices, I quickly glanced +over at the fence. Tommy was still there watching us and he was rubbing +the bulge that was in his pants.. This made me even smile more. + Suddenly, I had an idea. Or perhaps a new desire. I thought +about my little plan as I knelt in front of my husband, stroking his now +limp cock. I couldn't beleive I was actually thinking this. + + - Two - + + Ten o'clock that night, I lay naked on top of my husband's muscular +body in our bedroom upstairs. His cock was fully erect by now, thanks +to a little help and encouragement by me of course. I must have spent +the last 15 minutes or so kneeling between his legs; licking, stroking +and sucking his cock. There was a couple of times I had to stop because +he was about to cum. But a quick gentle squeeze and a few moments of +hot passionate kissing, Frank calmed down enough as to where I could +continue to enjoy him with my mouth and tongue. + As I held his cock just inches above my hot pussy, I gave him a few +quick strokes. My long slim fingers barely reached around it. His cock +was hard as a rock, but because it was coated with my saliva and his +juices, it felt wet and slippery. I lowered myself onto him, guiding +his throbbing cock into my already wet pussy. Frank had devoured my +whole body just a short time ago with his tongue and mouth, making me +cum twice. My pussy was so wet. My nipples so hard. He had me so hot +and aroused that I just had to suck his cock. And the more I sucked, +the more wet my pussy had gotten. + Frank's cock slid easily into my pussy. Slowly, I lowered myself, +wanting to feel every inch of his cock as it entered my wet hole. When +he was completely inside me, I positioned myself on my knees and he +arched his groin upwards, pushing himself deeper inside me. That alone +made me cum and I let out a loud moan.. maybe it was a scream.. as I +experienced my third orgasm of the evening. I rode his cock as he +thrusted himself in and out of me. I felt his hands grab my +heart-shaped ass, firmly squeezing my soft cheeks, pulling me downwards +as he buried his long shaft inside me. The room was filled with our +passionate moans and the squeaking sound of the +bed. Our pace had quickened quite a bit and I could feel another orgasm +growing. + As we made love, I couldn't help notice Tommy's house staring at me +through the window. It was dark outside, but I could see lights on. +Tommy's bedroom light in particular. I couldn't help but wonder if +Tommy was peeping through his window at us, looking through a spy glass, +watching Frank and I fuck like wild animals. For some strange reason, +the thought of this made me even more excited. More passionate. And +more inhibited. Without even thinking, I took my hands and gripped +Frank's waste and began to fuck him hard and fast. My moans grew louder +with each stroke and I could hear Frank's moans get louder too. His +eyes were closed the whole +time. We both were on the verge of cumming, but I wanted to cum first. +So I fucked him faster. He slid easily in and out of me. My pussy was +so wet, so hot. I felt my whole body perspiring. + A minute later I experienced the most incredible orgasm I think I +ever had. My pussy convulsed like a volcano and I flooded Frank's cock +with my juices. I screamed in ecstasy. As I was cumming, Frank's moans +grew loud and I felt his fingers dig into my back and buttocks. I kept +riding his cock, but he was doing most of the moving as he quickly +thrusted his cock +upwards, trying to go deeper inside me. Then he let out a loud cry and +I felt him shoot his thick juice inside me. His came hard, his spurts +felt like little tongues licking inside me as he flooded my hole. After +about 3 spurts, I took a hold of his cock and quickly got off him. I +dived towards +his ejaculating cock, and the next spurt hit me on my lips and chin. I +opened my mouth and closed my lips around his pulsating shaft, just in +time to catch the next spurt. He continued to cum, and I felt 3 or 4 +more spurts coat the inside of my mouth. My fist feverishly stroked +him, pumping all he had to offer. When he finally was finished, and his +body no longer tense, I let his cock slip out of my mouth and swallowed +his hot juice. + For the next few minutes, we both lay back in the bed, feeling +completely drained and satisfied. Frank's head rested on the pillow, +watching me as I lay between his legs. Kneeling towards him, I looked +down at him with my sexy smile, licking and sucking his shrinking cock. +He smiled at me as I rubbed his cock over my cum-soaked chin and mouth, +then when I guided it back into my mouth and sucked the cum off his +skin, he said, "Wow." His cock twitched a few times as I continued +doing this. When I thought I had wiped most of his cum off my face, I +stopped, swallowed what was in my mouth, and slowly slid my body up his +until we were face to face. Then I gave him a long, deep, passionate +kiss. + + An hour later, it was my head that was resting on the pillow and +Frank was down on the other end of the bed. We were both very happy and +satisfied, and pretty tired, but Frank insisted on giving me a leg and +foot massage. He just adored my legs and feet. I guess that is why I +pamper them so much. I know he loves the way they look and feel, and to +be honest, I do love a good leg and foot massage. As I felt his hands +caress my long shapely legs and feet, I tried to keep from falling +asleep. But with my husband's soothing hands at work, it was quite a +difficult task. My +eyes were closed most of the time. + During this time we talked, but it was mostly him that would talk. +He liked to compliment me on how pretty my legs looked or how soft my +feet felt, and he would tell me these things as his fingers touched +them. Although I enjoyed hearing the compliments and feeling his loving +hands +caressing me, I found my thoughts moving to Tommy, and the new desires I +had begun to feel. I wanted to tell Frank about it. Tell him what I +felt, what I wanted to do. We're both very open minded people and I +knew he would at least be open enough to listen to me. Maybe even want +it to happen, too. + When I opened my eyes again, I tilted my head so I could see +Frank. He was sitting at the end of the bed facing me. He was holding +my left foot with his hands, his fingers massaging the sides and bottom, +working their way up to my red polished toes. Then he would take each +toe between his fingers and gently pull on it. When he was finished he +would start all over. I could see he was really into it. I couldn't +help notice that his cock was already semi-hard. I raised my leg until +my foot was at his chin. Smiling at him, I asked, "You really enjoy +doing that, don't you Honey?" + Frank smiled back at me as he raised my foot to his lips. With my +foot resting in his palm, he kissed each toe, then answered, "I love +your feet. I love your legs. I love your body. But most important, I +love you." + "I love you too, Sweetheart." I smiled back at him. + It was at that moment I decided to tell my husband what I was +feeling and what I wanted to do. + "Sweetheart," I said with my sweet innocent voice. "Why don't you +come up here and lay next to me. There's something I want to talk to +you about." + Frank looked at me with a puzzled look, but he still kept his +smile. "Okay." he said curiously as he crawled up the bed next to me. + I turned to my side and propped my head on my hand as I rested my +elbow on the bed. As Frank lay comfortably on his back, I began to +lightly caress his muscular chest with my fingers. As I did, he turned +just a bit to face me. + "Do you ever notice how Tommy Robertson looks at me every time he +sees me?" I began. + "Yeah, I notice." Frank answered with a smile. Then he chuckled, +"I think he has the hots for you, baby." + "Well I know he does, Frank. Every time I see him he has a bulge +in his pants the size of a baseball." + Frank laughed loudly. "Well you do have that effect on almost all +the male species on this planet, Sweetheart. I wouldn't worry about it +if I was you." + "I'm not, Honey. Not at all. As a matter of fact," I stopped +then, thinking to myself, should I really go on with this? + There was a long pause as Frank waited for me to continue. He +looked at me very curiously. Finally I decided to tell him. + "It, it kind of makes me feel good when men look at me that way." + "Well that's good. You're a beautiful woman, Bethany. And you +deserve to feel that way." + I knew my husband didn't understand what I meant, so I decided to +be more direct. + "No, Honey. I mean, it turns me on. I get very hot and wet when +men look at me that way." + Frank's eyes opened wide and I could see that he was surprised. I +thought it would be best if I tried to explain this a little better. + "You see, whenever I'm out, let's say in the mall or in the grocery +store, I can always tell when a man has noticed me. I can feel his eyes +all over my body. I can sense the passion he feels as he undresses me +with them. I don't even have to be looking at him. I could be standing +there with my back to him, yet I know he's watching me. I can feel his +eyes touching me, studying every detail, and every curve on my body. I +can feel his passion build. He wants me. He wants to touch me. He +wants to fuck me. And when I do look at him, I can see that he does. I +see it in his eyes. And I see it between his legs. That's when I feel +my passion rise. My body tingles. I get so excited. I get so hot. +And I get so wet." + Frank looked at me with wide eyes and a partially opened mouth as I +confessed my feelings to him. The only thing he could say, and it was +more like a long whisper was, "Wow!" + I don't know why, but my eyes quickly focused on his cock. It was +quite hard now, and almost fully erect. I realized that not only did +this shock him, but excited him as well. I suddenly had a need to touch +it. I began to slowly move my hand off his chest and work my way down. + "Remember this afternoon, in the backyard when I was giving you a +blow-job?" I asked him. + "Yeah." he answered softly, still looking at me with wide eyes. + "Tommy was watching us through the fence. He saw us in the yard. +He watched me suck you off." + Then it was Frank's turn to shock me. + "I know." he muttered softly. "I saw him peeking through the +fence. And I have to admit, I was really turned on by it. I think that +is why I was so damn excited and why I came so quick. I knew he was +watching you do that, and I could only imagine what it must have looked +like through his eyes. God Beth, you are so beautiful and so sexy. How +can anyone not get excited when they see you?" + When my long fingers had finally reached his cock, I slid my +fingers lightly along the shaft until they rested near the head. I felt +it twitch, then wrapping my fingers around the thick flesh, I began to +slowly jerk him off. + "You know how we always talked about our fantasies and how it would +be nice to make them really happen?" I reminded him about our many +conversations about this topic. + "Yeah," he answered with a very curious voice. + "Well I have this fantasy." I said to my husband as I stroked his +now fully erect cock. "I want Tommy. I want to tease him. I want to +excite him. I want to make him want me like he never wanted me before. +Then, when I have him feeling so hot and so excited that he's just one +step away from exploding.." + Frank's cock began to throb in my hand. I closed my fist a little +more as I stroked the entire length of it. His cock felt so hot and so +big in my hand. + "I want to fuck him." + Silence. Frank just looked at me with a shocked look. I sat there +looking at him, watching his face. Waiting to see a reaction. Waiting +to hear what he had to say about that. His cock continued to throb in +my hand, so I knew he was still excited. Finally, after what seemed +like an hour, but was only a few seconds, he smiled. + "You want to seduce our next door neighbor? A 17 year old kid?" +He began to laugh. + "Sure." I said innocently. "Why not?" + Frank laughed. He didn't say anything for awhile, but I could see +he was thinking about it. And from the way his cock felt in my hand, I +guessed he kind of liked that idea. + Then suddenly, he looked at me with a strange look. A look I never +seen on him before. His eyes were on fire. Not an angry fire, but a +passionate one. + "Tell me, Baby." he spoke softly as he started to move on top of +me. "Tell me what you want to do to Tommy?" + He started to nibble at my neck, which sent shivers all through my +body. Talking about my fantasy had already made my pussy wet, but his +mouth sent new sensations down there. I closed my eyes as I felt his +mouth sucking my neck. + "I'm going to make him hard. Oh, so hard." I whispered in his +ear. "I'm going to make his cock throb, just like the way yours is +right now." + Frank moaned as his mouth began to lick and suck on my chest. By +now, my nipples were erect and my pussy was getting hotter. + "Then I'm going to put his hot throbbing cock in my mouth and suck +on it until he's ready to explode." + Frank's hands cupped my small breasts and stroked my nipples with +his thumbs. + "Oh yeah?" he moaned softly, taking my left breast into his sucking +mouth. + More shivers go through my body. My pussy was on fire. + "Then, I'm going to sit on that beautiful cock of his until it is +completely inside of me." + Just the thought of that had almost made me cum right then and +there. But I was suddenly distracted when I felt Frank's cock touch the +lips of my hot pussy. He stared down at me with hot passion in his +eyes. His lips barley touched mine. + "You mean, like this?" he moaned. + Suddenly I felt his cock slide through my pussy lips and into my +hot pussy. My mouth opened as I let out a soft moan, and his tongue +quickly met mine. I released his cock. We began to kiss passionately. +Our tongues feverishly attacking each other. He began to pump his cock +in and out +of my pussy. And as he did, I arched my body upwards in rhythm with +his. It felt so intense and so hot, I was feeling things I never felt +before. His cock felt so big and so alive. It felt as if it was the +very first time I did this. It didn't take too long for me to cum that +night. And when I did it was like I had 6 orgasms at once. Soon after, +Frank exploded inside me, filling me up with a huge load of hot cum. I +think I felt every powerful spurt he shot off. It was sensational. + Afterwards, we lay in each other's arms, both of us feeling very +satisfied and content. + "You really want to go through with this, huh?" he asked as his +fingers lightly stroked my back and ass. + "Yes." I nodded. "I really do." + "Cool." Frank said with a smile, giving me his consent. "When?" +he then asked. + His question took me by surprise. I thought about it, but only for +a second. + "Tomorrow." I answered. "I think, tomorrow." +--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +Well, this is the end of part 2. There's more.. lots more. And I'm +anxious to share more of this with you if you want. If you want me to +continue to post, please write and let me know. I don't want to waste +my time posting to a group where no one is going to enjoy it. I want to +thank everyone who wrote me after I posted part 1. Your letters and +feedback tell me that there are still people coming on here looking for +good erotica. Keep those letters cumming! :) +Until next time.. + + Beth + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +-- + + +Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! + +www.mrdouble.com +site mirrors at: +http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/mirrors.htm + +Be There..... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngslut1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngslut1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c1532b08 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yngslut1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,450 @@ + + The Young Slut + +What a question! 'Course I don't watch porno flics! Kids my age don't get +chance unless they're lucky! Right away I wished the guy hadn't asked, +although I suppose I had let him think I was over eighteen and not just another +hot'n'sexy almost fourteen year-old! I was so stuck for words I stopped +gobbling his cock for a moment and just knelt in front of him with a dumb +expression on my face. + +"If I tell him the truth would he refuse to drive me home?" My thoughts +wandered. It was both cold and dirty in that back alley behind the disco and I +knew it was already too late to find some other guy who'd mouth-fuck me and +give me a lift home. Also, if I went round the front and asked the bouncers +for help they might just sus I'm well under-age so that was DEFINITELY a no-no! + +I live with my folks on the far side of town and, as every clued-up girl worth +her salt knows, these days a cock-suck is accepted as the minimum fare for a +free ride home from a club. It's too bad the Pussycat Disco is so far from my +house or else I might scrape up enough for a taxi, but that would only cover +one trip and I'm there Fridays AND Saturdays. So its usually a quick back seat +screw or a blow-job plus a bit of sweet talk, then I'll mostly use my knickers +to clean up [I never can remember to take Kleenex!] before I get dropped off a +few doors down the street and creep in the house without waking my folks. + +Its not that I care how many guys I fuck with 'cos I stopped counting cocks +long ago. It all started on a weird Saturday a few weeks before my twelfth +birthday when my two cousins held me down and took turns at busting my cherry. +By the time they'd finished with me I was feeling real sore and had spunk +running all down my legs, but I don't snitch on anyone so I just kept quiet. +Next day I woke up feeling horny so I told a spotty fifteen year old neighbour +he could fuck me in the cellar if his kid brother would keep a look-out. +Although I hadn't planned to I then let 'em swap round so they could both come +off in my cunt, and ever since then I've been well known in the neighbourhood +as a good lay who 'puts-out' to the max. I know these days most chicks my age +will fuck if they're pushed, but the guys at school know I'm the easiest piece +of fuck-meat on two legs and that's the way I like it!. Anyway, I find it +easier to get off fast with guys by being an open-legged horny fuck-slut so my +reputation doesn't bother me one bit. But what I really DO care about is +getting grounded by my folks, and if they found out I'd been a regular at the +Pussycat for over six months they'd probably keep me in nights for a whole +year! + +"Yeah," I lied, huskily, "I adore hard porno fuck-films!" Then I jammed my +face back into the guy's pubes and kept on sucking his fat cock until I'd +milked all his ball-juice down my throat. His spunk was thick and tasted +strong, much saltier than I was used to, but I wasn't gonna let that stop me! +No Sir! I kept swallowing over and over to work it right down my hungry gullet +until there was hardly any left in my hot sucking gob. Then I coughed to clear +my throat and gave one last swallow before I looked up at his face. "Like +it.....?" + +I knew I was good. With sex I don't believe in pussyfooting around like some +stupid girls I could mention, and I know that's what all guys like. "Yeah," +drawled the unnamed stud, "C'mon kid I'd better drop ya at your place." +"Shit!" I silently cursed, "he's sussed I'm not eighteen. Maybe if I stick my +tits out more he won't guess my real age..." I stood up and brushed the dirt +off my knees then cursed again when I realised one of my cheap stockings had +been holed. + +With my bra-less tits mashed against his right arm he led me across the parking +lot to his car. He didn't say much on the way home, just stared out the window +like he was deep in thought while I did all the usual stuff. Toyed with his +dick, flashed my tits at cars, pushed his hand down my panties for a feel. +Normal in-car boy stuff. When he finally spoke his middle finger was beavering +away in my slit and I was trying to remember if he'd told me his name! + +"I'm having some guys round at my place tomorrow to watch some hard new +fuck-films." He gave me a sideways glance. "Wanna join in the fun...?" As he +said it his finger rolled back and forth inside my wet cunt-hole and I squirmed +in the seat. "Shit!" I cursed to myself yet again, "How in the name of fuck can +I get out of the house tomorrow night?" After thinking it over for a few +seconds I shrugged. I'd just have to think up some good excuse, that's all! + +While I was thinking we stopped for a red light and some guys stood staring at +me through the window, making me look down. I laughed. My tiny skirt was +hitched up round my waist and the guy's big hand was jammed down the front of +my pale blue panties, exposing half my pubes. I couldn't care less how sluttish +I looked, and instead of trying to cover my crotch I waved at my audience and +grinned widely when I noticed two of them start to rub the bulges in their +pants. There was about five guys staring at me and I began fantasising what it +would feel like to be gang-banged... + +"How many will I have to fuck?" I jumped at the sound of my voice. I'd been +daydreaming as I stared at the guys crossing the road and hadn't meant to speak +out loud. "Look kid," My escort laughed, "You can fuck whoever you want 'cos +I jus' don't give a shit. I jus' thought you might like to watch some +fuck-films." He gunned the motor as the lights changed. "How many ya fuck and +all that shit is up to you!" I smiled and gave it some more thought. + +His offer sounded perfectly reasonable to me. A free viewing of the kind of +fuck-films I'd wanted to see ever since I'd first heard about them as a curious +nine year-old, AND there'd be at least one guy to fuck with if I felt randy. I +reached over and squeezed his cock. "Sorry... don't know why I asked such a +dumb question." I felt his cock starting to get hard again. "I'd just love to +see your fuck-films, so where do you live?" He reached forward in the dash +pocket then handed me a card with his address. "Be there about eight." I +answered with "You bet I will!" as I pulled his cock out again and lowered my +head to it. + +My timing was very close and I was still swallowing his second load of spunk +when I hopped out the car and watched him pull away. I stepped into a doorway, +undid my belt and tugged at my crotch-high microskirt until it was almost the +length of an ordinary mini, then pulled my top up around my neck so I could +fasten the bra I'd hidden in my handbag. I felt an exhibitionist urge and +stepped onto the sidewalk for a minute, shaking my small bare tits at passing +cars like some topless-dancer slut before reluctantly clipping the bra and +pulling my top down. "Yeah!" I smiled to myself as I strutted the last few +yards home, "Its fun being a young teenage FUCK-TOY!" + +Next day I called my older cousin Jenny and gave her some bullshit about +wanting to help a friend with her schoolwork but my folks wouldn't let me out +three nights in a row. "Please Jenny," I pleaded with her, "Would you call Mom +and make out you need me for something?" I thought I ought to wheedle a bit +just to make sure. "Just this once and I promise I'll make it up to you..." +Finally I heard a sigh at the other end of the line. "Okay Trish," She said +eventually, "Just this once, I'll call her around seven." She was a good sport +and I knew she didn't really mean the 'just this once' crap either. + +I was real good to Mom and Dad all day, helping out and stuff. At six-thirty +I told Mom I was going up to have a shower and sort my things out for school. +First I snuck into her bedroom to borrow a tiny pair of her panties, then I +retrieved the ultra-short and tight lycra dress that I keep hidden in my room +and stuffed both items into my bag together with a small cologne spray. So far +my plan was working out peachy! I then took a shower and repeatedly pushed the +small shower-head deep into my cunt to give my busy fuck-hole its daily +sluicing. After drying off and stuff I heard the phone ring. Great! + +As I knew she would, Mom then called me down and actually apologised for +sending me round to Jenny's. All I had on was my bathrobe so I gave her one of +my 'I'm a good citizen' expressions. "It's okay Mom, I don't mind helping +Jenny. I'll just go and throw some things on." Back in my room I clipped on my +other lacy bra, stepped into some cotton bikini nicks then pulled on my Levis, +a sweater and my best shoes. + +She watched me pedal off on my bike. It was only a few blocks to the bus +station, and there I locked the bike to some railings then bought a cheap pair +of white hold-ups from the kiosk and found an empty cubicle in the restroom. +Just five minutes later a sexy perfumed little tart emerged wearing a spray-on +microdress - ME! I put my sweater, jeans and cotton knickers in a locker and +hopped on the bus. My dress is so unbelievably short it always shows plenty of +panty-triangle whenever I sit and it quickly got me off with two guys across +the bus who gave me their numbers and made me promise to call them soon. Like +I said - EASY! + +The journey took about half an hour and by the time I eventually found the +apartment and rang the doorbell it was five after eight o'clock. The door +opened and Carl [the name was printed on his address card] looked me up and +down appreciatively. "Hi kid!" came the drawled welcome, "Bring that cute li'l +ass inside." I smiled sexily and he gave my tight butt a friendly squeeze and +a smack as I walked past him. + +In the lounge were six of his friends, all guys, and I was quickly given a +drink before being introduced to them. Two were about my Dad's age [WOW!] but +the others all looked twenty-something. The doorbell rung again and two more +guys stepped into the room, then stood and stared at my crotch. I looked down. +My tight dress had drawn itself up an inch or so to expose my knicker-crotch, a +young girl's peril [and pleasure!] from daring to wear such ultra-short micros! +I giggled and looked them straight in the eye whilst pulling at the hem +half-heartedly until it hovered around my cunt-level. This was already getting +to be fun! + +I had a couple more glasses of wine and tried smoking some pot [another first!] +when one guy handed me his joint, inhaling as deeply as I could to get all the +shit right down into my lungs. Lucky for me I'm used to smoking. I first +tried a normal cigarette when I was nearly ten, but my best friend double-dared +me to inhale and I just ended up coughing and choking on it Then I began +stealing them from wherever and practised on my own, and after a few months I +was able to inhale and hold my breath until no smoke escaped. For a while it +became my party trick! I've been smoking regularly since eleven and a half and +since my first fuck three months later I've had cigarettes every chance I get. +Mornings are bad 'cos I have to wait until I set off to school, then I get +three down me one after another. I have two every lunchtime and an extra one +in breaktimes followed by three more before I get home. So far by begging, +borrowing, stealing and offering guys quick feels and stuff I'm getting through +about eighty a week, but I know my body needs a lot more 'cos I get frustrated +if I only have ten or so a day. A few times I've fucked with some guy for a +twenty-pack to take me through the week, but Fridays and Saturdays are okay +'cos at the Pussycat I can keep smoking non-stop until I'm feeling all nice and +relaxed... + +I clamped my lips together and held my breath for ages, wanting to make sure +the marijuana did its stuff on me properly. The shit really fucked my lungs +good and when finally I couldn't hold my breath any longer I let out a very +slow sigh and was pleased when I saw no smoke escape this time either. I +looked around to make sure I'd been watched [I had!] and by the time Carl put +on the first video I was feeling a bit stoned, but dead horny too and my +fuck-hole was already leaking sex-juice! One day I'd like someone to inject me +with something that'll really fuck me up just to see what it feels like - and +to find out how far I'll go when my brain's totally out of control... + +The girl porno stars were so sexy and attractive, and I enjoyed the intro +feature which showed two girls in a shopping mall in hotpants and skimpy tops +printed with the words 'FEEL ME - I'm real!'. They were promoting their latest +porno-flick, and smiled as they kissed each guy who walked up to squeeze their +bra-less tits. Every other guy who had a feel would grab a girl by the crotch +and the lovely tramps would laugh and shamelessly grind their cunts into the +guy's palm! A few passers-by stood staring in disbelief and I noticed some +young kids in the back-ground giggling at the antics. One guy even stuck his +hand right inside both girls' micro-shorts to finger their panty-free pussies +in public. The giggling sluts obviously didn't care and, amazingly, nobody +tried to stop the very public sex-action. [I found out much later that the +mall security guys had been paid off to keep scarce whilst it was filmed!] +After a few more minutes of kissing and blatant feeling-up both tarts waltzed +boldly into the men's room and began giving blow-jobs in full view of men and +boys alike! I had to admire their total disregarded for rules and couldn't +resist cheering when one of the sexpots stood in the men's room doorway, using +her fingers to wipe some guy's wet spunk off her face before laughing into the +camera! + +From that moment on I was hooked and sat glued to the big TV screen with one +hand rubbing away at my clit through the thin material of Mom's panty-gusset. +The hunky stud actors really got me drooling at the way they'd keep shoving +their big cocks into one smiling open-legged girl after another before finally +unloading their cum into some lovely porno-chick's open mouth. She'd stare +right into the camera and play with the spunk for ages before swallowing it, +which I thought was divine! The film ended with a super orgy where everyone +fucked everyone else and the girls were left plastered with spunk. Fantastic! + +My knickers were sopping wet and I felt so horny I never said a word when one +guy led me off and into a bedroom. Don't ask me his name 'cos I don't +remember, but he was about twice my age and had a big cock. He just lay me on +the bed, pulled my knicker-gusset to one side and shoved it in deep which got +me going until sparks were exploding through my nerves. I must have orgasmed +so hard I didn't realise he'd cum inside me until his dick went limp and he +pulled out for me to suck it clean. I crossed my fingers. "Well so what!" I +thought to myself, "I haven't got pregnant so far so why shouldn't my luck +hold!" You see I'm not on the pill 'cos I can't ask Mom and I've heard clinics +don't supply under sixteens. But I couldn't stop fucking, could I, so I just +don't let it bother me none. Just keep on risking it Trish and hope for the +best - that's my motto...! + +I could hear sounds from the TV. "C'mon," I kissed him deep with my tongue, "I +wanna see another fuck-film!" I whipped off my panties and dropped them on the +floor, used a towel to wipe my cunt then pulled my dress down until my crotch +was barely covered. + +The next film starred a young girl of about seventeen and four guys with big +cocks. She was a natural and obviously loved being filmed having sex. The +studs had her every which way while she smiled at the camera and swallowed +their spunk. Amazingly, she smiled even wider when two of the guys screwed her +in the ass one after the other. I haven't yet had my ass used for sex but I +guess I'll get around to it sooner or later. The girl happened to look a bit +like me and then I realised how much I'd love to be a porno star like her and +make lots of money from fucking all sorts of studs. If I did Mom and Dad would +go apeshit once they found out, but even if they did get to know surely I could +afford to run away from home and live on my porno money...? + +I'd been smoking and finger-fucking myself through most of that second film and +almost forgot I'd fucked once already, so when a fortyish guy picked me up I +just giggled and gave him a sexy mouth kiss as he carried me through to the +bedroom. As he lay me down I noticed my panties on the floor where I'd left +them and giggled again. I must've been a bit pissed as well as stoned by then, +but I remember him pulling up my dress and opening my legs to get his mouth +onto my cunt. As his tongue felt me inside and out I recall shuddering with +lust and thinking "I'll bet not many chicks 'syoung as me get this treatment!" + +By the time he slid his narrow cock up me I was ready for anything. I kept +calling him Daddy and saying things like "Fuck me with your nice cock, Daddy," +and "Don't save your spunk for Mom, shoot it in me this time, Daddy!" That +last one got him over the top and I felt his cum flooding into my cunt while my +orgasm pumped away to empty his balls. I was starting to feel really nice and +slutty by then. When we got up off the bed some sperm started to dribble out +of my hole so I gave my crotch a good wipe with a clean towel then pulled my +dress down over my ass again. For a second my thoughts drifted to pregnancy +again but I quickly got over it. "Yeah, why should I give a shit!" I argued to +myself, "This is too much like fun so all that fucking stupid baby crap can +just fuck off 'cos I don't wanna know!" and with that I waltzed brazenly out +the room! + +I was giggling at my thoughts as I went back into the lounge and some guys made +a few rude comments about me fucking my Dad, but it was all in good fun and I +couldn't care less anyway. I was enjoying myself far too much to mind a few +jokes so, still giggling, I blurted out "'Course I've just fucked my Dad, +doesn't every girl...?" They all loved that. I grabbed someone's marijuana +joint and breathed deeply from it, then poured myself one more glass of wine +and could feel my juices giving me another wet on before the next film had even +been put in the machine. God, I was so randy! + +"Hey Carl!" One guy called out, "Let's see one of your specials this time." +Carl looked across at the guy, then looked quizzically at me and shrugged +before answering with "Okay, why not." He opened a cupboard, took out a video +and put it in the machine. + +I couldn't believe my fucking eyes! There were two girls, kids I mean, and two +adult men. Both girls looked about eight or nine since they had no tits and +just a bald slit instead of pussy hair and a cunt. The film started with the +girls fingering themselves while they flicked through hard porno magazines like +I hadn't managed to get a look at in fourteen years! Next they moved over to +the guys and sucked their cocks while the men eased the girls' legs apart and +pulled open their tiny hairless slits. + +It fascinated and excited me to see little girls doing such horny sex stuff. +When the camera went in for a close-up it was obvious they weren't virgins +either 'cos I could see right up inside their opened cuntholes. I'd no idea +girls could fuck at that age, never mind be porno stars, and I realised what a +sheltered upbringing I must have had to be so naive. I thought I'd first had +sex young, at eleven, but by then I'd got small tits and some pussy hair and +had already had a couple periods so when my cousins raped me I just guessed it +was time to get into some serious fucking, but these kids looked like they'd +been sucking cocks since kindergarten! + +As I watched, the girls got on top of the studs and each held a stiff cock +between their thighs then carefully fitted the end just inside their openings +until their hairless slits were completely stretched over the bulbous knobs. +Having got past the first stage they slowly worked their small bodies lower and +lower, both girls biting their lower lip with determination, until several +inches of cock was inside each of them and their little butts were virtually +pressing into each guy's lap. Finally, with first a smile at one another then +at the camera they began to fuck, lifting then pushing so the cocks went +repeatedly in and out, in and out their young undeveloped bodies. + +I was staring at the screen amazed, yet couldn't hold back a gasp when a third +little girl came into view wearing nothing but tiny stockings and suspenders. +She kept fingering and feeling up the other two girls, then picked up a +Polaroid camera and when her two friends froze in mid-stroke she took several +shots of their half-impaled bodies. She studied the developing photographs for +a few moments, then grinned at the camera and held up a couple of snaps which +showed each little girl with a big cock sticking out of her tightly stretched +cunt. + +[It turned out later this kid was only seven and a virgin when the film was +made, but the other girls' teasing had her begging to be fucked so she could be +like them! As a result, the next day her cherry got busted with a small-size +dildo. The day after that she started fucking, first for a group of 'paedo' +amateur photos, and four days later she had her first professional +video/still-shot session, screwing not one but three experienced studs! Carl +showed me the film on a later visit and the sexy kid was grinning from ear to +ear as each guy carefully ejaculated his stuff into her little stretched cunt!] + +Watching little kids fucking had me all sexed-up and when I put my fingers to +my cunt it was sopping wet. As the film went on the two girls increased their +movements and a look of concentration was on both their faces. With a little +cry of triumph, one girl finally stopped moving and half lay back with the +stud's cock still buried deep in her hairless slit. A second later the guy +started to groan and spasm as his spunk was pumped into the child, while she +sat on his cock with a smug expression all over her pretty face. Almost +immediately the other guy grunted and then clung on tightly to his partner's +tiny hips until he'd finished unloading his sperm inside the girl, who kept +giving sly grins across at her friend. + +Both girls waited until the director made a signal then, as if in slow motion, +they gradually lifted themselves off the guys' cocks. Assuming a half-squatted +position they reached between their legs, pulled their slits open and smiled at +the camera as the men's spunk dripped slowly from their sex-holes. After about +fifteen seconds disco music started to play, whereupon the two girls +nonchalantly got up and danced around as if they hadn't been fucked at all, or +couldn't care less their kiddy-cunts were still half-full of sperm! + +The music stopped as abruptly as it started, and the girls then lay back on the +sofa with their feet flat on the cushion and legs wide apart. They were joined +by the younger girl who unashamedly opened her own legs in the same pose, and +again the camera began to move in for a close-up view of each girl. The first +girl's thighs were coated with drying semen, then her face came in focus to +show her grinning widely at the camera as she reached between her thighs and +pulled open her cunt to reveal inside the distended opening still cloyed with +spunk. The camera lingered for some time whilst the girl tried to open herself +more, then moved up and sideways until her friend's face filled the screen. + +This girl looked maybe a year older than the other, her expression was of pure +sexual precocity, open mouthed saucy smile with tongue pushed into her cheek, +and the camera kept her face in focus as it panned back to reveal her crotch. +With her hands under her thighs, she had stuck both middle fingers just inside +her hole and was pulling herself wide open and holding that position while +dozens of still photos were taken. Then the screen split vertically with her +face filling the left side and crotch on the right. As she pulled her slit +open wide I could clearly see thick spunk all the way up to her cervix. Every +now and then she relaxed briefly to get a better grip, then the saucy smile +would return and she'd tug at her baby-smooth labia to give another crystal +clear view all the way up her cunt. As I watched, a dribble of cum trickled +out her hole and soaked her ass-crack but, maturely, she kept the pose going +until every last photo-frame had been taken. I also noticed her inner thighs +were streaked with trails of runny semen where it must've leaked out her cunt +whilst dancing. + +In response to something said off-camera this girl then got up on her knees to +lean sideways, took her friend's hands from between her thighs and placed them +around the outside of her legs then proceeded to show the younger kid how to +correctly pull her fuck-hole wide open. Holding the girl's middle fingers she +pushed them both just inside the child's vagina then pulled down and outwards +and the hole opened up wider than before to reveal a pink tube coated with +spunk all the way up to the eight year-old's winking cervix. About fifty still +shots were taken in quick-succession, then the camera panned back to show both +kids grinning and pulling faces at the camera. + +I was gob-smacked to see a nine year old teaching a younger girl how to hold +her cunt open while it was repeatedly photographed and gasped yet again when +she turned and did the same to the seven year old, only this time it just +revealed the maiden's hymen covering her tiny cock-channel. All the same the +older girl kept pulling at the youngster's fingers over and over to get her +cunt properly open and seemed to be lecturing the infant non-stop until she was +sure the kid had got it right, and all the dated stills had recorded her last +photo-session as a virgin... + +The film ended when the three kiddie porno-stars stepped into G-strings, still +with drying spunk trails dribbling down the two older girls' legs, and each was +handed expensive gift-wrapped presents and a handful of cash. They stood +holding their gifts, waving, laughing at one another and grinning at the camera +whilst each girl's name, age and city of origin was captioned across her naked +tit-less chest. Then the picture finally faded. + +A short sixty second sequence followed showing the two older girls, wearing +just short-cropped tops and cunt-tight lycra hot-pants, with several other +pre-pubescents on what looked like school playing fields. The two porno stars +first took off their shorts and pulled themselves open in front of the others, +then made a play to lift the girls' skirts and get their knickers down while +everyone fell about laughing. It was obvious the experienced girls were trying +to please the hidden cameraman by exposing the others' cunts and one submissive +kid, instead of trying to resist allowed the older girl to take charge and +manhandle her. She managed to get the naive kid's hole pulled wide open, but +it turned out she was a giggly virgin with nothing to show except her pink +inner slit. Then the group began to get nervous and they all then ran off +giggling, but by that time the cameraman had secured five hairless slits and +their owners' faces on film for a short feature! + +By that time my cunt was sopping and I felt horny as a bitch. I looked round +at the guys playing with their cocks. "That was fucking amazing!" I exclaimed, +still half-pissed, "Carl, I didn't know little kids fucked like that!" My +dress had rode up and I knew everyone could see all my cunt but with all the +pot and booze I couldn't give a shit. He put on another film then came over +and fucked me on the sofa until I felt his spunk filling me up. I couldn't +care less I'd fucked two guys already. That evening was something special, one +of those times to let go and to hell with everything else! Just a part of +growing up I suppose, but I knew it was something I'd never forget! + +During the rest of the evening I was fucked several more times, mostly in front +of everyone else so I didn't miss the movies, and after that kiddy-film I +didn't give a shit who watched anyway. I think there was just one guy who +didn't get in my cunt but I didn't mind 'cos he was no oil painting. But I +definitely enjoyed being a slag and getting used by different guys, and the +films made everything nice and normal. Some had kids, some showed lovely +teenage fuck-sluts [like me!] and some featured many beautiful porno-stars in +their twenties. I got off on all of them, but especially liked the ones which +showed kids younger than me getting cocks stuck up them! That was a real buzz +and I started wondering how many kids at school were already into fucking... + +When the evening finished I cleaned up my crotch a bit then called Jenny to +make sure our story matched. Two guys gave me a lift home, declined my offer +of a final cock-suck, and dropped me outside the bus station at eleven-thirty. +I'd already decided it was time I started taking more risks, and without even +checking who could see I stood by my locker and changed in public! I even hung +around for half a minute wearing just my bra and waist-length sweater to show +people kids like me have cunts too! One guy walked up and stroked my bare ass a +couple times but that was all so it was no big deal. I'd half expected to get +fucked, so feeling a bit cheated but very daring I pedalled home with my bra +undone and top pulled right up to chill my hot tits and get my rosy nipples +hard. It helped sober me up too, since all the pot and wine was still fucking +my brain! Some people stared all right but no-one tried to pull me up, and all +the time it felt good pissing in Society's face by daring to be different... + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..17862621 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,520 @@ + + + + + Y O U N G L O V E + + + +C H A P T E R II ......... One month later....... + + +I haven't seen Ken, since that fateful day about a month ago. Deep down +inside, I would like for it to happen again. It has given me a whole new +outlook on life. I feel so much more sensuous and have so much more +confidence in myself. Bob even commented on how attentive I've been to him. + +I am on my way home from work and Bob is away on another business trip. I +really would like to see Ken again. My heart begins to throb as I round the +curve and see Ken in his yard. Then my heart sinks as I see another guy in +the yard with him. + +"Damn......" + +When I get out of the car, I wave at Ken and he waves back. Damn, why did +that other guy have to be there? We could have had another wonderful +afternoon. + +I get a bottle of wine from the fridge and begin pouring. There is a knock on +the door. It's Ken and his friend. + +"Hi, Penny, this is Steve." + +Steve is a older than Ken, about 28 or 29, taller, and built just as well. He +has dark hair, brown eyes, and is about 6'2" and about 200 pounds. Both are +wearing tank tops and shorts to show off their muscles. I am a little +apprehensive. Why has Ken brought this guy here? + +"Hello, Steve, it's so nice to meet you." We shake hands. + +"It's nice to meet you, Penny. I've heard a lot about you from Ken." + +I know my face is red as I look toward Ken. + +"Steve and I work out together. We talk a lot while we work out." + +"What did you say about me, Ken?" I say with a stern voice. I am anxious to +hear the answer to THAT question. + +Ken puts his strong arms around me, pulls me tightly to him, and kisses me on +the mouth. + +"KEN!" + +With his arms still around me, Ken said, "It's ok, Penny, Steve's cool." + +"KEN, it's NOT ok! I am a respectable woman and I DON'T go around kissing +young men in public." + +"This is not public. It is in your house." + +"I am a married woman and I don't kiss young men anywhere!" I try to push +away from Ken. + +He holds his arms around me and clutches my lower body tight against his. Why +did he have to bring Steve here? I would love to have sex with him, but not +with Steve here. + +Ken kisses me on the mouth again. Unable to resist, I put my arms around his +neck and kiss back for just a few seconds. I decide that he probably has told +Steve about our late afternoon escapade last month. + +Steve moves real close behind me and presses his hard body right up against +mine. I am caught in a sandwich between the two burly young men. Steve +places a hand on each side of my pelvis and pulls my rear end tight against +him. Feeling a hard lump at his crotch, I try to squirm free, but I only seem +to excite Steve as my butt wiggles across his crotch. Each one of them is +holding me tight and I can't move very much. Steve's hands wander up my rib +cage until he has a hand under each of my armpits. I can't lower my arms from +Ken's neck because of the way Ken is holding me. I know what is coming next. + +"NO! ....... Stop this right NOW!" I try to sound firm. + +Ken holds me tight against him. + +Steve's hands slide forward until he has each one of my breasts covered by his +large palms. I was afraid this would happen. He squeezes my breasts several +times. He pushes them up, then he gropes with them some more. He finds my +hardened nipples and pinches them through my bra. + +"Aarrmmmmmppppppppphhhhh!...........". I try to protest, but Ken has his +tongue in my mouth. + +As Steve continues to fondle my breasts, I feel his groin hunching against my +butt. He leans over and kisses me passionately on the neck while Ken is still +kissing me on the mouth. The hair stands up on my neck. + +"NO! ............ I will not allow this! .......... This is too kinky for me!" + +Steve's right hand leaves my breast, moves to my buttocks and begins massaging +my right butt cheek. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, blowing his hot +breath on my ear. He rubs my breast with his left hand and my behind with his +right for several minutes. He works my skirt up over my bottom and slides his +hand into my pantyhose as his tongue explores my ear. I feel his large coarse +hand wander all over the bare skin of my rump and his hot breath on my ear. + +"PLEASE STOP ........ I don't want this!" + +Getting turned on, I feel like a slut. Where do these guys get the idea that +they can just come in my house and have their way with me. I don't want this +to happen, but they won't stop. + +Steve gets on his knees behind me and lowers my pantyhose and panties to my +ankles. + +Ken rubs my breast. He kneads it very gently through my blouse and bra with +his sensitive hand. + +Steve lifts my feet, one at a time, off the floor and removes my underwear. +He unfastens my skirt and pulls both it and my half slip to the floor. Naked +from the waist down, I can feel Steve staring at my bare butt. He leans +forward and kisses it. + +"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze don't .................................". I try one more +time to stop them. + +While Ken continues to kiss me, he fondles my breast through my blouse and +bra. + +Wrapping both his hands around my right ankle, Steve moves it about a foot +away from the left one. + +Ken is holding me off balance and I can't get my legs back together. I wish I +were alone with Ken. I would love to have sex with him again. I am so turned +on, it is unbelievable. I have never even fantasized about two men at the +same time. + +Steve's hands, still both wrapped around my right ankle begin to slowly slide +up my bare leg. As they slowly work their way up over my calf, I can feel a +palm on each side of my calf, fingers in front on my shin bone, thumbs in +back. I am glad I shaved my legs this morning. When he reaches about half +way up my leg, he pauses and tickles the back of my knee with his thumbs. It +feels very good. Steve has found one of my erogenous zones! + +"Ooooooohhhhhhh................." + +I start to kiss Ken passionately. After he unbuttons my blouse and pushes it +off my shoulders, he reaches behind me, unhooks my bra and it falls to the +floor between us. He takes my newly liberated breast in his hand and gently +presses it. + +"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh................." + +Steve's hands resume their journey up my leg. When they reach just below my +crotch, his left hand (the one between my legs) stops and his right hand +continues up to rub and knead my bare butt. He moves my right cheek all +around and then just slides his hand all over my rear end. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ................." + +It feels good. I move my bare bottom in circles. His left hand slides up my +now wet inner thigh and touches my puffy labia. + +"Oohh!" I freeze. + +He slides his hand forward, between my legs, up to my pubic bone and toys with +my hairs for a few seconds, then moves his hand back down to the top of my +split and moves his finger down the entire length of my crevice and back up, +never dipping between my lips, just feeling the crack where they meet. The +feeling is unbelievable. I want his fingers between my lips. For several +minutes, Steve explores my lips then ........... finally, he slips a finger +between them and up into my wet and willing pussy. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh .............." I spread my legs a little wider. + +Ken bends over and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard, but not +hard enough to hurt. + +Steve slips more fingers up me. I can't tell how many. He slides them in and +out ... in and out ... I arch my back, sticking my butt back to Steve. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .............it feels soooooooo gooooooooood ......... +let's go to the bedroom." + +Steve stands up and we walk to the bedroom. I am in middle and both guys have +their arms around me. I feel awkward as I am the only one who is naked. I am +sure both the boys are watching my breasts jiggle as we walk down the hallway. +Feeling proud, I hold them out as far as I can. + +When we get to the bedroom, I turn the covers all the way back to the floor +and lay down on the king size bed to watch the boys get undressed. I have +seen Ken's magnificent naked body before, so I am really eager to see Steve. +He doesn't disappoint me. His body is fantastic. Larger and more mature that +Ken's and a lot hairier. His organ is erect and gigantic. + +"One of you go back to the living room. I want to have sex with both of you, +but only one at a time." + +They both get on the bed with me. One on each side. + +"NO! Only one at a time. One of you must go to the other room." + +"NO, Chickie, we are friends. We will fuck you together", Steve announces. + +"My name is not 'Chickie'. I won't have sex with both of you at the same +time", I assert as I sit up on the bed. + +Steve puts his hand on my breast and pushes me back to a reclining position. +He bends over and kisses me on the mouth for the first time. My first +impression is of the stubble of his beard on my chin and below my nose. He +slips his tongue into my mouth. He takes my left hand and places it on his +incredibly huge organ. + +I wrap my fingers around it and begin stroking. I can barely reach around it. + +Ken puts my right hand on his member also. It feels so bizarre to have a cock +in each hand. I have never done that before. + +As I kiss Steve, and play with both hard dicks, each one of them fondles a +breast. It feels strange having two people play with your breasts. Ken feels +the right one gently and tenderly. Steve, in contrast, is harsh, to the point +of being painful. + +"I told you she had great tits!" + +Now I know Ken has told. I wonder how many other people he has told. + +"You were right, Dude. Penny, your knockers are great." + +I feel both anger and embarrassment. Anger at Ken for telling about our +escapade and embarrassment at the two of them talking about my naked breasts. + +Ken slides down and begins sucking on the breast he is playing with and soon +Steve does the same. I have wondered how it would feel to have both breasts +sucked at the same time and it is wondrous. I feel like a mother dog suckling +two puppies. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh .................. that is ............. fantastic." + +I spread my legs as Steve's hand slips down to my most private pubic area. +His finger enters my split at the very top, slides down between my lips to my +clit and begins to harshly rub it. + +"Ouch ........ Not so hard ......... it hurts." + +"That's ok, Chickie, it'll feel good in a minute when you get used to it." + +I don't like being called "Chickie". I am beginning not to like Steve so +much. He is much cruder than Ken. He places both my outer lips between his +thumb and forefinger and pulls. He crams his finger into my wet vagina. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ..............." + +He fingers me for several minutes while they both continue to suck my breasts. +I get very wet. He returns to my clit and again coarsely rubs it. This time +it feels really good. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhh .............. yeeeeeeesssssssss" + +"Didn't I tell you she was hot!" + +I could tell that Ken was trying to impress his older, unrefined friend. + +"You found her, Dude. You fuck her first." + +I don't like the way that sounded. I feel very sleazy, like a whore. I don't +like the way this is going. + +"No ........... not while .......... Steve is ......... in here ......." Ken +immediately rolls over on me and gently eases his penis into me. It feels so +good. As I put my arms around his back, I raise my legs and move in rhythm +with him. + +"Oh .......... oh ......... oh ......... yes ........... oh .........yes +...... do it .......... oh .......... yes ........." I really enjoy Ken. He +is good, but it is wierd having sex with someone while someone else is in the +bed watching. + +Steve takes my left hand from Ken's back and puts it back on his huge cock. I +pump my hand up and down on his gigantic shaft. He is still roughly probing +my breast. Ken continues to thrust his dick deep inside my orifice. + +"Oh ........ yes ............. yes ......... I love it ......... yes ...... " + +Ken begins to breath very hard and his muscles all tense at once. I feel his +dick shooting it's juice into me. He relaxes for a few seconds, allowing all +his weight to rest on me, then he rolls off onto the bed beside me. + +In an instant, Steve rolls over onto me and rams his massive dick into my +surprised pussy. + +"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH................" + +I cry out in pain as his gigantic organ stretches me to the limit. I feel +like I have been impaled on a baseball bat. Tears come to my eyes. + +Steve slams into me time after time. After a very few minutes, my pussy +adjusts to his huge size and it begins to feel incredibly good. + +"Oh ......... oh ............ oh ........... yes ......... fuck me ........ +fuuuuuck meeeeee ........... oh Steve ........... I love it ..........." + +Steve is thrusting so hard that my breasts are bouncing all over my chest, +almost hitting my chin. I pull him to me, kiss him, stick my tongue in his +mouth, and rub my hands all over his back and ass. Steve is an animal. I +have never experienced anything like this in my wildest dreams. + +"Oh ....... oh ......... oh .......... do it .......... oh ......... oh ...... +I love it ........... oh ....... yes ........... fuck me ........" + +Ken reaches over and begins to fondle my breast, paying a lot of attention to +my very hard nipple. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles on it. + +"Oh ....... oh ........ ooohhhhhh......." + +I feel my body begin to tingle and feel a fast approaching orgasm. I reach +down and wrap my fingers around Ken's cock, which has already become hard +again. I thrust my pelvis as high as I can. + +"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH ........... I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMMING .......... FUCK ME HARD +.... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ................. oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh +....... YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! ..................." + +Steve is still thrusting. He hasn't cum yet. He has much more staying power +than Ken. I am still pumping Ken's organ with my hand. Suddenly Steve turns +me over very quickly jerking my nipple out of Ken's mouth and my hand away +from Ken's dick. He reaches around my waist and pulls me on my knees and +elbows before I know what has happened. He quickly jams his gigantic cock +back into me from the rear and resumes his hard thrusts. + +"Oh ............. oh ............... oh ................. oh .......... yes +..... fuck me .............. like a ........... dog ............. yes ......" + +"Ken, fuck her in the mouth!" + +Ken obeys his older friend and moves around to my head, puts his legs on each +side of me and leans back against the headboard sitting up. His hard cock is +right in front of my face pointing straight up at my mouth. + +"Oh ......... oh ............... oh ............. yes .......... fuck me ...." + +I open my mouth and lower it over Ken's excited maleness. I can taste my love +juices still on him. I move my head up and down as I suck on him. I really +like pleasing Ken. He is such a nice young man. + +"Umm ................ umm .............. umm ................. umm ........." + +Ken reaches down on each side of my head and finds my wildly swinging breasts +and caresses them both. Steve wraps one hand around my waist and finds my +clit and kneads it roughly. With his other hand, he slaps my butt, hard. It +is very loud and stings a lot. + +"..... S L A P ......" + +"................ OOOHHHHHH! .........." + +Ken sees what Steve did and begins slapping my breasts. It is painful, but +not excruciating. + +"slap ..... slap ..... slap ..... slap .....slap ..... slap ...." + +"......oh ....... oh ....... oh ....... oh ....... oh ...... oh ......" + +As he slaps the outside of each breast, it swings toward the other and they +slap together. + +".... S L A P ......" + +".............. OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! ........." + +Steve again slaps my butt. My butt is stinging and both breasts are beginning +to sting. Steve is still rubbing my clit and pumping my pussy real hard. I +am engulfed by all the sensations. I feel those familiar sensations and I +know I am near to an orgasm. + +"Oh ........ oh ........ oh ............ fuck me ........ rub my pussy!!!" + +I lower my head and take in as much of Ken into my mouth as I can. + +Just before I reach the "moment of no return", Steve pulls out of me. + +"NOOOOOOO!!!! ........ FUCK ME!!!! ....... PLEASE, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" + +"Hold her arms, Ken." + +Ken wraps his hands around each of my wrists. I am surprised. I don't know +what to expect. + +Steve grabs my legs and jerks my knees out from under me. I am now flat on my +stomach with Steve kneeling between my legs and my face in Ken's crotch. +Steve takes his dick in his hand and eases it between my cheeks of my ass, to +my anus. + +"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +I squeeze my sphincter muscles as tight as I can to keep him out, but Steve is +too well lubricated and he slowly slides into my rectum. + +"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +When I open my mouth, Steve pushes my head down so that my open mouth engulfs +Ken's hard dick. + +"Relax your butt, Chickie, and it won't hurt so much." + +It is so painful, l will try anything. I try to relax. Steve is laying with +all his weight on me. After a few minutes of concentration, I manage to relax +my anal muscles. It starts to feel good to have Steve sliding in and out of +my ass. + +"Oooohhhhhhh ........ you suck ........ dicks real ........ good, Penny ...." + +Ken is really enjoying the blow job. I really enjoy having Steve fuck my ass. +My clit begins tingling again. Could I be near orgasm? YEEEEESSSSSS! I +shutter and shake. My second orgasm starts! + +Steve puts his hand on the back of my head and presses it all the way down on +Ken's dick. It goes all the way down my throat. I try to pull my head up, +but Steve keeps it pressed down. My orgasm continues. My clit tingles like +someone is rubbing it, but no one is. I force my head up and catch two quick +breaths. Steve's body begins to shutter and I feel his dick spurting it's cum +up my ass. I am still cumming. Steve is cumming. I didn't know I could have +an orgasm from butt fucking. Finally my orgasm subsides and Steve collapses +on top of me. I am exhausted. Steve eventually rolls off me. + +"Ok, Kid, your turn to fuck her in the ass." + +I am too tired to object. + +Instead, Ken rolls me over on my back, spreads my legs and eases into my +tired, sore pussy. I am so glad that it is Ken fucking me now, instead of big +rough Steve. I open my legs to accept him. Ken gently eases in and out, up +and down. + +Steve begins to fondle my tender breasts again. I am sore all over. + +"Oh ..... not so hard ..... they're tender...." + +My pussy again begins to tingle. I am about to cum again. My body begins to +shutter. + +Steve moves around to my head and places his limp dick just above my mouth. + +My third orgasm begins. I have to open my mouth to breathe. Steve lowers his +soft dick into my mouth. I thought it would be repulsive since it had been up +my ass just a few minutes ago, but it wasn't. I can taste a little rectum on +it, but it isn't bad. My orgasm continues. Steve massages my breasts. It +hurts, but the pain seems to intensify my orgasm. + +Ken's body tenses and he begins to shoot his load into my exhausted pussy. +This orgasm goes on forever. I am still sucking Steve's dick and Ken is still +fucking me. Steve plays with my tits. At last, my orgasm subsides. + +Steve's dick begins to swell and I continue to suck it. It swells so big that +I think my lips will rip in two. Thankfully, in just a few seconds empties +his jism into my mouth. He removes his hard dick from my mouth and I feel +like it won't close. + +Steve rolls off the bed and begins to get dressed. + +"Come on, Dude, we gotta split." + +Ken starts to get off the bed. + +"Ken, please stay with me for a little while." + +"Ok ...... You go ahead, Steve, I'll see you tomorrow at workout." + +Steve leave leaves and Ken turns to me. "I'm sorry, Penny. I didn't know he +would be so rough. He's really a nice guy." + +"Just come here and lay down." + +He does. + +"Put your arms around me and hold me for a few minutes." + +We turn to face each other and embrace. Tears roll down my cheeks. I think +back on what has happened the last two hours. I was really turned on and had +three orgasms. It was great. ......... Then why do I feel so bad? + +Ken rubs my bare back. I do the same to him. He is so sweet and gentle. It +feels so good to feel his naked body next to mine. + +I know why I feel bad. I feel cheap and trashy like a $5 whore. I just got +fucked by two men, in the pussy and in the ass, and I sucked them both off and +swallowed their cum. They played with my tits and pussy. They fingered me. +One of these men, I didn't even know. + +Ken wipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses me on the end of my nose. He +very lightly touches his lips to mine. Ken is so nice and +understanding. I kiss him back. It is a very soft kiss. I feel his cock +move against my thigh. I roll over onto my back and pull Ken on top of me. I +spread my legs and his hard dick is at my vagina. It very slowly and gently +slips inside me. + +My voice is a whisper, "Oooohhhhhh, Ken ...... I love for you to fuck me." + +Ken slides in and out of me very slowly and tenderly, with very long strokes. +It is like watching a XXX movie on the VCR in super slow motion. With each +out-stroke, he pulls all the way out and then slides the whole thing all the +way back in as far as it will go, very slowly. It is the sweetest, most +tender fuck I have ever had. + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .......................... Keeeeeeeeeennnnnn!" + +This continues for almost an hour and then my clit begins to tingle. Goose +bumps pop up all over my body. Ken senses that I am near orgasm and it causes +him to go over the edge also. Ken begins shorter and faster and harder +strokes. We cum together for a long time. + +Ken lays on top of me for several minutes after it is over. He gets up and +gets dressed, comes over to the bed and kisses me good-by. + +"Thanks, Penny, you're the best in the world." + +"Thank you, Ken. Bye." + +I close my eyes for just a moment and don't wake up until morning. I must get +ready for work. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c082baa4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,351 @@ + + + + + Y O U N G L O V E + + + + +C H A P T E R III ...... The Next Week .......... + + + +It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade show and won't be +home until Sunday night late. Bobby is coming home from college for the week- +end tomorrow and I am really looking forward to seeing him. It's been over a +month now. I am terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third +glass of wine while watching some stupid program on tv. + +The phone rings. + +"Hello." + +"Hi, Penny, this is Ken....." My body starts to tingle just hearing his +voice. I am so glad to hear from him. + +"Hi, Ken." + +"Is it ok if I come down. I see Bob's car is not there." + +"Is anyone with you?" I hope he is alone. I am not going to let him come +down if anyone else is with him. + +"Only my girlfriend, Ann." + +"Oh..." I hope I didn't sound disappointed. I really wish he were alone. +"Sure, come on down." + +In a few minutes, there is a knock on the door. It is Ken and Ann. + +"Penny, this is Ann." + +"Hello, Ann, it's a pleasure to meet you. You two come in." We shake hands. + +Ann is very tall. About 5'11" with wavy red hair cascading over her +shoulders. She is stunning. Her skin is very white with almost no freckles. +Ann is wearing a very short black leather skirt and a white blouse. She is +much older than Ken (I would estimate about 34-35), and one of the most +beautiful women I have ever seen. I can see why Ken has fallen for her. It +makes me jealous. + +I feel very drab in my sweat pants and sweat shirt. + +I fix them each a glass of wine and pour myself my fourth glass of the night. +Ken and Ann sit on the couch and I take the easy chair across the room. We +make small talk and have several more drinks for almost an hour. + +We begin to talk about the dancing lessons I gave Ken several weeks ago. + +"I want to thank you, Penny, for teaching Ken to dance. He is really a good +dancer now. He was too embarrassed to ask me to teach him." + +Surely he didn't tell Ann how that dance lesson ended. + +"Why don't we dance now?", Ken suggests + +"OK", agrees Ann + +"I'll put on some music while you two move the coffee table", I add. + +I put on a CD of old love songs. + +Ken and Ann begin to dance. They dance very close, pressing their bodies +tightly together. They are a very nice looking couple. I get jealous again +watching Ken hold her so close. + +After the first song, Ken asks me to dance and I accept. I am a little wobbly +from all the wine tonight. He holds me close up against him and rest my head +on his shoulder. He does dance very good. I close my eyes and fantasize. I +wish Ann weren't here. I would like to take Ken to the bedroom. + +All too soon the song is over. I don't want to stop. + +"Ok, You have each danced with me, but you haven't danced with each other." + +"Oh, Ken ..... don't be silly." I am appalled at his suggestion. + +"It's ok with me, if Penny doesn't mind. I would like to dance with her." + +Before I can object, Ann walks over to me and puts both arms around my waist. +The next song starts. I don't know how to get out of this gracefully, so I +put my arms on Ann's shoulders and we begin to dance. Ann gently pulls me +against her. Her body is so soft. Her beautiful red hair tickles my face. I +have to lay my head on her shoulder to keep her hair pressed down so it +doesn't tickle me. I have never danced slow with another woman. + +Ann strokes my back with both her hands. One hand slips under my sweat shirt. +It is incredibly soft and smooth as it glides so effortlessly across my back. +She very lightly slides her soft hand up to my shoulder. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh........", a very low moan escapes my mouth. I snuggle up +even closer to Ann. Her soft body feels so good against mine. I can feel her +breasts pressing on my chest, just above my breasts. Her legs brush against +mine. It feels so wierd to dance with another woman. I have never been this +close to another woman in my adult life. + +Her hand drifts down my back, across my bra and unhooks it. + +I put my lips on Ann's neck and softly kiss it. + +Her hand slips around to my chest and cups one of my breasts underneath my +unfastened bra. + +"Oooohhhhhhhh............." + +It feels phenomenal! I have never had such a feeling in my life. Her hands +are incredibly soft and smooth on my breast. I look up at Ann and without +thinking, I kiss her on the mouth. It is my first kiss with a woman. + +Ann kisses me back, oh so warmly and tenderly. Her tongue enters my mouth. +She licks my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my gums, my teeth, my lips at the +same time she fondles my sensitive breast. + +The room seems to get real hot. Goose bumps pop up all over my body. My +vagina gets wet and my clit tingles. + +I lower my arms to the buttons on this beautiful redhead's blouse. My +trembling hands slowly unbutton the top button ....... I pause to see if she +is going to object ....... then I tentatively move my quivering hands to the +next button. As I unfasten the second button, I notice she doesn't have on a +bra. Lingering a few moments, I move to the next button ....... and finally +the bottom one. My eyes don't move from her cleavage. I slowly open her +blouse and slide it off her soft shoulders. I uncover the most beautiful +breasts I have seen in my life! They are about a "C" cup and contoured +perfectly, with only a very small amount of sag. The skin on her breasts is +creamy white with large, perfectly round reddish areolas surrounding pencil +eraser size nipples in the center. I place my hand on one of her breasts. + +"Oooooohhhhhh...............", Ann moans lightly. + +Her succulent breast is so incredibly soft and pliable. I compress it gently +to feel it's softness. I push it up high on her chest then move it around in +circles. I tug on her hard nipple. I am fascinated playing with her breasts! + +"Ooooohhhhhh ................" Ann moans again as she squeezes my breast and +slides her other hand under the elastic of my sweat pants and rubs my bare +bottom. + +"It feels so good", I whisper. I feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. + +I lower my head, take one of Ann's pristine nipples into my mouth and suck on +it. I lick it and lick circles around it. It feels so good to suck her soft +breast. + +"Ooohhhhh ......." Ann's breathing deepens considerably. + +I haven't sucked a woman's breast since I was a baby. I feel her smooth skin +around my mouth. I put my hand on her other breast, cuddle it then play with +her hard nipple. + +Ann pulls me up straight, raises my hands over my head, slips my sweat shirt +over my head and drops it on the floor. When I lower my arms, my unhooked bra +slips off my shoulders. She stands in front of me, inspecting my naked +breasts. + +I hold my stomach in, shoulders black and stick them out. I hope she likes +them. + +She smiles and places a hand on each of my breasts. She moves them around all +over my chest. She holds each nipple and shakes my breasts. Oh, it feels so +good! + +I return to her breasts, as I slide my hands all over them and press them +against her rib cage. I can't believe how good it feels to play with breasts. +No wonder boys were always after mine when I was younger. + +Ken walks up behind me. + +It startles me because I was so wrapped up in Ann, I forgot he was here! + +He places his hands on the elastic waistband of my sweat pants and slides them +down to the floor along with my panties. + +l step out of them while still holding Ann's supple breasts. + +Ken moves behind Ann, unfastens her skirt, lowers it and her panties. + +She never releases my breasts as she steps out of them. One hand leaves my +breast and finds my pubic region, clasps a handful of my soft hairs and pulls +me close to her. She kisses me full on the mouth, this time with much +passion. Her finger sinks between my engorged outer lips, slides to my wet +orifice and enters me. + +"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......................" I spread my legs +wider so that she will have no trouble getting as deep into me as possible. + +She slides her finger out of me, glides it all over my genitals, exploring +every nook and cranny, then back between my lips to my clit. + +"Oooohhhh yes ........ yes ...... yes ......... oh YES!" + +My hands leave Ann's precious breasts and I wrap my arms around her beautiful +body and hug her tight, pressing our breasts together. My legs are so weak, I +have to hold on to Ann to keep from losing my balance. + +"Ooohhhh yes ............. Please don't stop ....... just a little more ..... +I'm going to cum!" + +In just a few seconds, I tremble all over, arch my tingling pussy toward her +and begin a huge climax. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ............. I'm cuuuuuummming ........... rub my +puuuuussssssyyyyyyy!" + +I kiss Ann on the mouth and slide my tongue inside. I move my hands to her +firm round butt and pull her genitals against mine. I slide my hands all over +her butt, which is incredibly round, solid, and oh, so smooth. It feels so +good to have our naked bodies touching. Our breasts, cuddled between our +arms, are pressing together. Our lips are locked in passionate ecstacy. + +I maneuver one hand to Ann's genital area. I am shocked to find NO HAIRS! +Not even stubble. Her pubic mound is just as smooth as her butt! As I slide +my hand around her pubic bone, I discover the dimple that is at the top of her +crevice. I slowly glide my fingers over her smooth fur-less lips. + +"Oooooohhhh ......... yes, Penny ........ feel my pussy ......." + +The beautiful redhead spreads her legs. + +Her pussy lips are smooth, wet and slippery. My fingers slide over them very +easily. One finger dips between them into her very deep chasm and finds her +hard little knot. + +"OH YEEEESSSSSS .......... RUB THERE!" + +She presses her clit against my finger. I massage her clit for a few minutes, +but then, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slide my finger lower and then +up inside her. Her pussy is so hot. It is real soft and slippery inside. + +She spreads her legs wider. + +I slide in another finger, then another. The heat from her pussy is amazing. +I rub my palm on her soft puffy lips. Unable to resist any longer, I lower +myself to my knees and gaze at the most beautiful pussy in the world. Two +beautiful swollen red lips. Not a hair anywhere. My wet fingers sliding in +and out. Her legs are spread. A cute little clit peeking from between her +gorgeous enlarged vulva. I pucker my lips, lean over and touch them to her. +I extend my tongue into her valley of passion. + +"Ooooohhhhh ........... Pennnnnnnnyyyyyy!" She presses her pussy against my +mouth. Her legs spread still wider. She is having a hard time standing. + +"Lay on the floor." + +Ann lays on the thickly carpeted floor and spreads her legs wide. I slide a +pillow from the easy chair under her rear to make her pussy easier to get to. +Her hairless pubic area is unbelievably beautiful as she lays on the floor +with her legs widely sprawled. + +I kneel between her legs and lower my mouth back to her drenched musky crotch. +I slide my tongue into her hot opening and lick her inner walls. + +"Yeeessssss!" + +I am astounded. I thought it would taste bad. It doesn't. I actually tastes +great! I lick her between her luscious lips, across her clit, all the way to +the top of her crack and back down again. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh ................... Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" + +I suck her clit into my mouth. I do all the things to her that I love to have +done to me. She is going wild. Her body tenses. She is near orgasm. + +I don't want her to cum yet. I want to lick her pussy more. I remove my +mouth and tongue from her. + +"Nooooo ........... I'm about ........... to cum ......... don't stop!" + +I lick the inside of her incredibly smooth thigh. I kiss, then suck on her +hairless pubic mound, above her crack. I kiss her other thigh. I lick that +narrow area between her outer lips and thighs. + +"Penny, Please ........ lick me ......... lick my pussy ........ I need to +cum!" + +I move my head up to her delectable tits and suck on them for a few minutes. + +"Please, please ................ suck my pussy!" + +I shift my body 180 degrees to a position where my knees are above her head so +she can suck my tits while I suck hers. I lower my tit into her mouth. She +gladly accepts it and begins eagerly sucking. Ann really knows how to suck +tits. + +I work my way back down her lovely torso, back to her bald pussy. + +"Ooohhhhh yeeesssss! .......... don't stop ........ make me cum!" + +She spreads my legs and begins to lick my pussy for the first time. + +"Yeeesssss! ........." + +She slips her tongue inside me. Her tongue is fantastic! The way she twists +it, licks my inner walls, and curls it gives me feelings inside my pussy I +have never had before. She licks up and down my crack several times then +sucks my clit into her mouth. + +We both approach orgasm together. + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" + +We tense our bodies and scream out together. + +"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +We relax and I lower my full weight onto Ann's delectable body. Both bodies +are wet all over. After several minutes, I roll off Ann and reposition myself +so that I am laying beside her. We kiss. I look up a Ken who is now naked on +the couch, playing with himself. + +"Have we left you out, Sweetie? Come down here with us on." + +Ken lays between us. The three of us are laying on our backs on the living +room floor. Ken rests one hand on my pussy and one on Ann's. His finger +dips between my lips and finds my clit. + +"Ooohhhhhhh ........" I moan quietly as my pelvis hunches upward. + +"Ooohhhhhh ........." He must have found Ann's clit, as she moans also. + +I reach for his dick. Ann's hand is already there. I place my hand on her's +and we both slide up and down his hard shaft. + +Ann moves her head down to his shank and places her mouth around it. She +maneuvers her body so that her smooth pussy is right in front of my face. + +I gladly stick my tongue between her scrumptious lips and lick her hard little +knot. Feeling left out, I steer my pussy to Ken's face and he wastes no time. +He immediately begins licking my most sensitive area. I guess this is what is +known as a "daisy chain". + +After a very few minutes, we all three cum and collapse into a pile on the +floor. I can't think of two more beautiful people to be in a pile with. + +When they leave, I kiss them both passionately and tell them that I would like +to do it again. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young4.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young4.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5661fef6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/young4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,234 @@ + + + + + Y O U N G L O V E + + + + +C H A P T E R IV ....... Bobby Comes Home ........ + + + +It is Saturday about 3 p.m. and Bobby is due home from college any minute now. +It has been about 6 weeks since I have seen him and I am looking forward to +it. + +Doing my usual Saturday household chores, I have already changed the sheets on +Bobby's bed, cleaned his room and done the washing. Bobby always brings home +some clothes for me to wash. + +I hear Bobby come in the door and rush to meet him. I put my arms around his +neck and hug him tightly. He gives a superficial hug back. He has never been +one to hug his mother with enthusiasm. + +We sit in the living room and talk for a few hours. It is nice to have him +here with Bob gone. It gives me a chance to talk to him privately. + +Tonight, he goes to a party at a friends house and returns around midnight. I +am already in bed, but since I am not asleep, I get up to talk to him some +more. He isn't interested in talking and immediately goes to his room to bed. +I give him a few seconds to get in bed and then I go in. He is laying on his +water bed with the covers up to his waist. He always sleeps nothing but his +underwear. + +"Is anything wrong, Bobby?", I ask as I lay on the bed beside him. I am +concerned because Bobby is usually such an upbeat kid. We talk for a few +minutes and he offers no clue as to what is bothering him. I can tell by his +slurred speech that he has been drinking heavily. + +Bobby turns on his side and faces me. I am laying on my back and Bobby's head +rests on my shoulder. His hand lands on my stomach. I don't think he even +realizes that it is there. I drift off to sleep with his fingers moving ever +so slightly on my tummy. + +Sometime later I awaken and realize that Bobby's hand is laying on my breast! +It is moving very very slowly around, exploring. Not knowing if he is awake +or asleep, I am afraid to look in his direction. His head is still laying on +my right shoulder and arm and I use my left hand to remove his hand from my +breast. I place it on my stomach and He lets it lay there for a few seconds +then slides it down to my crotch and cups it in his hand! I quickly cross my +legs and take his hand off me. + +"Bobby! Stop that! I'M YOUR MOTHER!" + +"You did it with Ken and Steve and you will do it with me." + +I am stunned! Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. He must have found +out at the party. I guess the whole town knows. I don't know what to say or +do! + +Bobby's hand slips under my gown and boldly fondles my breasts underneath. I +am too dazed to react. I just lay there and let him feel me. His hand moves +from one breast to the other, roughly squeezing and pressing. My nipples +become erect as he pulls them and rolls them between his fingers. He pulls my +gown up over my chest, exposing my two white mounds and the pink nipples at +their tips. First he studies them for several minutes, especially my hard +nipples, then he sucks them like he did when he was a newborn baby. + +Why did I let myself get carried away with Ken and then with Steve? I wish I +hadn't let that happen. It's all my fault. I am a slut and now my son knows +it. I am sure the whole world knows it. What am I going to do? + +Bobby's hand slides across my bare abdomen to my panty-less crotch. My legs +are tightly crossed, but he fools around with my hairs for a few minutes. He +dips his finger into the top of my crack and tries to move it further down, +but my legs are squeezed together too tightly. I hope he realizes what he is +doing and stops. + +"Relax your legs", Bobby orders. + +Before I think, I do as I am ordered. + +Bobby spreads my legs with his hand. His finger drifts between my lips. I am +still paralyzed, so humiliated that my son found out about my serious +indiscretions. His finger drifts over my sensitive lips making my love juices +flow. + +"Uuuhhh.......", I gasp as my breathing deepens as his finger sinks inside me. +My legs spread slightly wider. His mouth returns to my breast and sucks my +nipple once again while his finger is slipping in and out of me. He moves his +finger up to my clit. + +"Oooohhh......." + +My hips involuntarily begin to move up and down. It is feeling good. No! +This is very wrong. I'm not supposed to do this with my son! He is rough +with me, but I am getting turned on. + +"Ooohhhhh ........ Bobby, PLEASE don't ........ I'm very sorry I did what I +did." + +"You are going to pay for all the embarrassment you have caused me. I always +thought I had the sexiest mom around, now I am going to fuck that sexy body of +yours. I have always dreamed about it. You owe me." + +His free hand takes my wrist and moves my hand under the covers to his erect +penis. Immediately, my fingers encircle it, but my hand doesn't move. Tears +roll down my cheeks. + +Bobby's hand explores my genital area completely. His fingers cover my lips +and clit and dip into my wet vagina again and again. He toys with my hairs. +He returns to my clit and concentrates there for a few more minutes. + +"Oooohhhhhhhh!!!!......" My breathing quickens even more. My legs spread +wider. My hand begins to slide up and down Bobby's stiff pole as my pussy +gets soaked in my juices. + +Bobby squeezes my pussy lips between his thumb and finger and pulls them hard, +lifting my butt off the bed. It hurts, but I don't let him know it. I know +he is trying to hurt me. I have never been picked up by the pussy lips +before. He pulls the covers off himself and sits on my rib cage with his hard +penis pointing between my naked breasts. I had no idea that his cock was so +large. He takes my hands in his and lays them on the outside edges of my +breasts and forces them together, pressing my breasts around his aroused dick. +He begins hunching his penis between my breasts. My own son is fucking my +tits! I am wet with perspiration and his organ slides very well between my +soft mounds. I realize that he has moved his hands and my hands are pressing +my breasts around his cock. His left hand reaches behind him and finds my +pussy again. This time he slides several fingers in. + +"Oooohhhhhhh......." + +Bobby stops hunching. "Massage my dick with your tits." + +I remove my hands from my breasts and put them beside me. + +Bobby slaps both my breasts hard with his open hands. + +"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +I quickly place both my hands on my burning breasts. + +"Now......massage my dick with your tits." + +I move my breasts around with my hands, massaging his swollen cock. + +"Oh, yes ........... that feels good!" + +Bobby slides higher on my chest, his penis resting on my face. + +"No, Bobby, Please don't force your mother to do this to you. Don't put it in +my mouth!" + +He places one hand behind my head and the other encircles his penis and he +presses it to my mouth. He forces my mouth open and slides his dick inside. + +"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................." + +I can't stop him. He slides it all the way down my throat. I have to fight +not to gag. He slides it back and forth in my mouth. I reluctantly begin to +suck. + +"Mmmmppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................" + +He reaches behind and again plays with my pussy as he rides my chest. I +notice that my hips are again moving up and down with his fingers. It really +feels good and his cock tastes good also. I begin sucking him seriously now. + +Bobby gets up and turns around on his knees so that his dick is right over my +mouth and his head is at my pussy. His tongue enters my widely spread crack +and finds my clit. + +"Oooooooohhhhhh............Booooooooobbbbyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!? + +I have to raise my head off the pillow to reach his dick with my mouth. It is +embarrassing, but I really want to suck his rigid cock. Sucking just the very +tip into my mouth, I apply a lot of suction on it. In just a few seconds it +explodes with a salty mouthful of cum. I swallow the cum as he lowers his +entire body weight on me, lowering the entire length of his softening dick +into my mouth. + +Bobby continues to lick my pussy all over. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.............yyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss!" + +He inserts his tongue inside my pussy and laps my juices. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh..................!" + +He runs his tongue the entire length of the wide open fissure between my +tingling cunt lips. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh................!" + +He sucks my clit into his mouth. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ............... yyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss ............ +I'm cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmminggggggggg! .............. Suuuuuuuck myyyyyyyyy ...... +puuuuuuuuuusssssyyyyyyyyyy!" + +As Bobby shifts his position again, his young penis begins to grow again. He +kneels between my widely spread legs, takes his dick in his hand and slides it +up and down between my wet lips a few times. Then he finds my opening and +rams it into me with one fast hard stroke. + +"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ................GOD!!!!" + +He thrusts with very long, very fast, very hard strokes. + +"OH ....... OH ....... OH GOD ........... OH ........ OH YES ......... DO IT +....... OH .......... FUCK ME ............... OH ........... FUCK ME ..... +....OH BOBBY .......... OH .......... YES ..............." + +Bobby's hand finds my sore breast and squeezes it hard. + +"Oh Bobby .................. I'm so sorry ........... I hurt you ............ +Please forgive ...............me ................ Oh .............. oh........ +ram it ............. in me ................ yes ............ ram me ......." + +Bobby arches his back and I feel his penis jerking inside me. The thought of +him cumming inside me makes me cum again also. + +We both relax as Bobby rolls over on to the bed beside me. + +"God Mom, you were great! I guess you just don't think of your own mom being +so good in bed. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I wanted to hurt you, just as +you hurt me." + +"I know darling, it's ok. We've both been hurt. I'm so sorry I have acted +the way I have. I promise it won't happen again." + +We embrace and fall asleep. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youngluv.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youngluv.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c7aca3df --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youngluv.txt @@ -0,0 +1,611 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/youngluv.txt +Archive-author: Huggy Bear +Archive-title: Young Love 1 - The Beginning + + +Chapter 1, The Beginning + +I am rounding the curve, almost home. It has been a long day at work and I am +ready to get home. My husband, Bob, is out of town on business and my son, +Bobby, is away at college. It will be a peaceful evening so I can just sit +around and relax. As I pull into the driveway, I see Ken next door playing +with his dog in his front yard. Ken, 20, grew up with Bobby and is a year +older. I have known Ken since he was four years old. He is into body building +and his muscles look hard as a rock. He is wearing a tank top today, as +usual, to show off his muscles. He also has on faded cut off blue jeans. He +is throwing sticks for his dog to fetch. + +I go inside and pour myself a large glass of wine. Now to the bathroom, draw +a nice tub of hot water, get in, and relax while drinking the wine. It feels +so good to just unwind from the stress of the day. As sit in the tub drinking +my wine, I reach for the soap and washcloth and begin bathing. I wash my face +and neck. When my washcloth covered hand reaches my soft white breasts, my +nipples instantly stand to attention. Putting the washcloth on the side of +the tub, I take another swallow of wine and my bare hand returns to massage my +soapy breasts. I try to squeeze my nipple but it is so slippery that it keeps +slipping from between my fingers. As I lightly trace little circles around +each nipple, I start to fantasize about making love to an imaginary lover. My +other hand slips between my legs, between my lips and begins to massage my +clit. I have been fantasizing a lot lately about making love to someone other +than Bob. We have been married for 22 years and I was a virgin when we met. +I have never really made love to anyone but Bob. The wine must be having an +effect on me already because I have an orgasm very quickly. + +After bathing, I get out of the tub, dry off, and slip into a sexy white lace +bra and white bikini panties. The doorbell rings. "Who could that be?", I +ask myself. I put on my bathrobe and go to the door. It is Ken. + +"Hi, Ken, come on in." + +"Hello, Penny. Is this a bad time?" + +"Oh no. I just got out of the tub. Care for a glass of wine?" + +"That would be nice." + +I pour two glasses. "Come into the living room and have a seat." + +Ken sits on the couch and I sit in the soft easy chair across the room. As I +sit in the chair, my robe slides off my legs, exposing them to within a few +inches of my panties. Quickly covering myself with the robe, I am sure Ken +noticed. I know he must have seen my panties. I am embarrassed, yet, in some +strange way, it's stimulating for Ken to have seen such a private part of me. +My heart beat quickens and I hope I am not blushing. + +His muscles look hard as steel. He rests his leg on the coffee table and I +can see up one leg of his ragged cutoff jeans. He has on no underwear! I can +see his balls and the head of his penis! I wonder if he is doing this +intentionally. I try to look him in the eye, but my eyes keep wandering down +to his crotch. I feel my temperature rise and I feel flush. I have to fight +to keep my eyes in the proper place. + +I get up to get a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table in front of Ken. +As bend over to pick up the cigarettes my robe gaps open. I know he can see my +bra and the swells of my breasts. I wonder if my nipples are showing through +my thin bra. I hope not. I am glad I put on my best bra this evening. He +reaches for the lighter and offers to give me a light. I have to bend down +again for him to give me a light. As I start to put my hand on my chest to +keep my robe closed, I decide not to. I notice his eyes lower to my breasts. +I don't really mind. I hesitate a few seconds to let him savor the view. It +gives me a tingle of excitement to have him staring at my soft mounds. He +really can see no more than he could if I had on a bathing suit. + +I still think of Ken as a little boy. He has been one of Bobby's friends for +years. His mother is a very good friend and we chat often. Our families +cook out in the back yard together frequently. + +"I haven't seen you around much lately, Ken, where you been keeping yourself?" + +"I have a girlfriend and been spending a lot of time with her." + +"Who is she?" + +"Oh, you don't know her. My parents don't like her. She is older than I am." + +"How much older?", I ask as I sit down in the easy chair. + +"She is 36." + +"My god! She is just a few years younger than I am", I imagine. + +"I thought maybe you could help me with a problem I have." + +Ken has always been able to talk to me about his problems. Even when he was a +little boy, he would come to me with problems he felt he couldn't discuss with +his mother. + +"Sure, what's the problem?" I sneak a glance at his crotch. + +"She likes to dance slow and I never learned how. Would you teach me?" + +"I'll be glad to. Do you want to start now." + +"Yea, if you don't mind." + +"Ok, I'll put on some nice slow music and teach you how to dance." + +I put a CD on and motion him to help me move the coffee table out of the way. +Again my robe falls open when I lean over to pick up the table and this time I +couldn't use my hand to keep it closed, if I wanted to. Ken again gets a long +view of my cleavage. I am feeling a little self conscious now because I may +be showing him too much. + +Ready to give Ken his first dance lesson, I stand in the middle of the floor +and he stands in front of me. I have to take his right hand and put it on my +waist. He is very tense as I put my left hand on his muscular shoulder and +take his other hand in mine. + +"Just relax. You will never be a good dancer until you learn to relax." I +really feel strange standing with my arms around Ken. I hadn't realized how +tall he was and for the first time I can tell that his muscles really are as +hard as they look. + +After a few songs Ken is doing great. He learns fast. We sit down for a few +minutes, finish our wine and I pour us each another glass. By now, I am +feeling a little wobbly. + +"Let's dance one more time and then I have to go home." + +"Ok." + +This time Ken pulls me close to his hard body. I am a little startled as my +breast presses into his chest. Not expecting this, I don't know whether to +back away or not. I decide that I won't embarrass him, and snuggle close. +His body is real solid. I can feel each individual muscle in his shoulder and +neck. I can't resist stroking my hand over his solid muscles. + +He dances like he has been doing it for years. I wonder if this whole thing +had just been a plan to hold me in his arms. He uses his right hand on the +back of my head to press my head against his shoulder. The sentimental song +and the wine make me feel romantic and for a few seconds I forget who I am +with. I offer no resistance. I close my eyes and rest my head on his strong +shoulder. He hugs me tight for just a second and I hug back. His young +athletic body feels so good against mine. My left hand is rubbing the back of +his neck. Feeling a growing bulge touching my thigh, I know that he is +getting excited. + +I must stop this now before it goes too far. Moving my head from his +shoulder, I try to step back a little. Ken holds his right arm firmly around +me. He takes my hair in his right hand and gently forces my head back so that +I am looking up, right into his baby blue eyes. He looks down at me for a +moment, then leans forward and kisses me on my mouth! I can't believe it! I +have known this kid since he was four years old! He is like a son to me! I +try to pull away. + +"KEN! What are you doing?" + +Ken doesn't answer. He pulls me tight against him and presses his mouth +against mine again. I am so startled at his actions that my mouth opens and +his tongue slips inside. + +"Mmmppphhhh", I try to protest but the sound is muffled my his tongue in my +mouth. + +I gasp in surprise as his hand finds my right breast and presses it against my +chest! Ken is touching my breast! It feels very good! I hesitate about a +minute and think about what is happening as Ken fondles me. I want him to +continue, but I know that I can't allow it. It is wrong! I use my free hand +and move his hand off my breast. I wonder if I should tell his mother. + +"Penny, you know you like it", his voice is very calm. + +"It feels very good, Ken, but this is wrong. PLEASE don't do it again." + +He takes my right hand and holds it with his right hand behind my back. Now +both my hands are useless. One is being held behind my back, the other is +over his shoulder and he is holding me so close to him that I can't move it. +His left hand again finds my breast. He presses and caresses it. I am +helpless to do anything about it. My breathing increases and my heart is +pounding so hard, it feels as if it will leap out of my chest. + +"Ken, PLEASE don't!" I plead with him. My voice is trembling. + +He holds me very close. He is so strong that I can't escape. He very slowly +slips his hand inside my robe and begins to slide it into my bra! + +"NO, Ken, PLEASE move your HAND! Let me go ........... NOW!" + +"Relax, Penny, you know it feels good." His hand is very warm as it touches +the top of my soft rounded swell. It feels incredible! His fingers spread +and just brush against each side of my nipple as his hand dips further into my +bra. My nipple hardens. + +"Please don't do this to me!.......I don't want to!" I still try to stop him, +but he is determined to feel my breast. + +The skin at the joint between two fingers bend my nipple down as his hand +slowly slides deeper inside my bra. My hard nipple springs back into his +palm. He plays with my breast as I struggle to stop him. + +"KEN, I DON'T want to do this." I am fighting the urge to cry. + +I feel the coarse skin on his hand against the smooth soft skin of my breast. +He takes my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists it and +pulls on it, not hard, very gently. + +"Nooooooooooo .................. oooooooohhhhhhhhh" + +It feels great but I must stop this. I am NOT that kind of woman. No one has +touched my breasts since I met Bob. I struggle to get free. My heart pounds +savagely. He is so strong that I know that I will never be able to free +myself from his powerful grip. + +He maneuvers me back, pins me against the wall and slides my robe off my +shoulder. He examines my thin white lace bra with the imprint of my hard +nipple protruding through it. He covers my breast with his hand, now on the +outside of my bra. He finds the hook in the front. His hand moves to it. HE +IS GOING TO UNFASTEN MY BRA!!! + +"NO, KEN, NO......PLEASE don't ....... Noooooooooooooooooo....." + +He unfastens my bra and pushes it aside exposing the milky white skin of my +uncovered breast to the bright room light. He examines my breast as his +finger lightly traces circles around my stiff nipple. + +It does no good to struggle. I relax my body. I feel so vulnerable. How did +I let myself get into this? Ken clutches my breast for several minutes. It +really feels phenomenal! I am breathing even deeper now. I hope he doesn't +notice how much he is turning me on. I want him to stop, but yet, I don't +want him to stop. Il feel so strange having someone so young and handsome pay +so much attention to my bare breast. + +He lightly presses my soft mound from different angles and watches it move. +He puts his palm over my entire breast and makes large slow clockwise motions, +moving it with his hand. He flattens it gently and then pulls my nipple +again. + +Oh, it feels SO GOOD, particularly when he pulls my nipple! I am confused. I +don't know how to stop him and if I did, would I wish later that I hadn't? + +He is still caressing my fully displayed flesh and occasionally pinching my +nipple. "When I was ten years old, I was here playing with Bobby and we +found some Polaroids of you." + +I know exactly which Polaroids he is talking about. It was some nudes that +Bob had taken of me. I had always hoped that no one ever saw those photos! + +"I have wanted to play with your tits ever since that day. They are just a +soft and smooth as I imagined. Your tits are even more beautiful than they +were in those pictures 10 years ago and your nipples are fantastic." + +He moves his hand from my breast and just gazes at it. I blush. I can't help +it. It feels so very good to have my naked softness petted by a muscular +young man but I know than I cannot allow it and I try to struggle free one +more time. When I struggle, he grasps my breast very hard. It hurts bad. I +stop struggling and relax my body again. + +"Please, Ken, You shouldn't be doing this!" My voice is still trembling. + +"You know you are enjoying this. I can tell by your breathing." + +I AM breathing hard, both from struggling and from being aroused. + +Ken unties the belt on my robe and opens it, revealing my white bikini +panties. His left hand leaves my breast and moves down to my waist and then +even lower. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of my panties. + +"NO, Ken, PLEASE PLEASE stop!......PLEASE don't do this to me!......PLEASE +don't put your hand in my panties. Don't touch me down there!" + +I begin to tremble all over and my breaths gets deeper. My knees are weak. I +have never been under the control of a man in this way before. It is both +frightening and arousing. I can't escape from his strong grip. + +His hand slips into my panties and pauses at my thin downy pubic hair. He +twirls his fingers through my hairs and pulls slightly. Not to hurt me, but +only playing. His hand explores my furry pubic mound and every once in a +while he pulls a single hair. He is taking his time and enjoying toying with +me. + +"PLEASE don't touch me there......It's ok to touch my breasts if you just +won't touch me down there......You can do anything you want with my breasts.. +....Just PLEASE, PLEASE don't touch me below the waist." I hope that if I let +him play with my breasts, he will be satisfied and leave my genitals alone. I +am almost crying. + +His fingers touch my puffy outer lips and very lightly examine their shape and +texture. He slides down my left lip and comes back up the right one. + +I try to put my legs together, but his muscular thigh is between my legs and I +can't get them together. His fingers slowly explore my lips. I feel myself +getting wet! I am really getting turned on! This is wrong! I move my hips +in different directions trying to get my genitals away from his hand. + +"Oooohhhh ................", my voice is almost a whisper, "Ken, Please just +play with my breast. Suck on them for me. Please suck my tit. It feels so +good when you play with my tit. I love it when you pull my nipple ......... +Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ............." His fingers drag my wetness all over +my tingling lips. "KEN, don't you want to feel of my breasts? Pinch my +nipple." + +Just as I begin to protest one more time, his finger slides between my lips, +finds my tingling clit and very gently massages it. The feeling is ecstatic. +Another moan escapes my lips. + +"Ooooooohhhhhhhh............" I am helpless. My breathing gets still deeper. + +He is molesting me at will as his finger slowly works it's way down to my wet +vaginal opening. + +"Uhhhh......" + +I gasp and my whole body tenses for a second as he easily slides his finger up +into me. It is one of the most wondrous feelings I have ever had. + +"You are real wet, Penny!" + +"Oooohhhhhhhhhh .......... That ......... doesn't mean ..... that I'm ........ +turned on .......... Please don't ........... Please remove ......... your +finger ........ Ken, please ......... please ......... stop doing ....... this +to me." I try to sound like I'm not turned on, but my voice gives me away. + +He very slowly slides his finger in and out...in and out....in and out.... + +Involuntarily, I spread my legs wider and I rotate my hips forward and +backward in rhythm with his finger. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ........" + +My body gets hot all over and wet as perspiration covers me completely. + +Ken is holding his young athletic body against me. He slides in another +finger, then another, filling my captivated opening with his fingers, slowly +sliding them in and out for several more minutes. He returns to my swollen +clit and I open my legs wider and press my pubic bone into his palm. + +"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ..........." + +Breathing very hard now, my chest is rising and falling with each deep breath. +I have completely surrendered myself to this dominant young man. My willpower +has disappeared. My voice is a whisper. + +"Oooohhhhh .......... Ken, that.... feels so good ..... Please don't stop +....... I want you ...... so much!" + +"You have no idea how many times I have fantasized about fingering your pussy. +When you wear those tight shorts and I can see the outline of your pussy lips, +it drives me wild. One time when I was about 14, I was laying in the floor in +this very room and you walked by me with a dress on and I saw your pussy +covered only by your thin panties. I went home and jerked off while thinking +about it." His voice is still calm and cool. + +I look into those blue eyes and with the hand that is trapped over his +shoulder, I bring his head to mine and give him a very long deep passionate +kiss. My tongue wanders into his mouth. + +Ken releases my hands. + +Without breaking our kiss, I put one arm around him and reach for his crotch +with the other. I rub his erect member through his ragged cutoff jeans. My +hand slips inside the leg of his shorts. I find his hard dick and eagerly +wrap my fingers around it. The last time I saw his penis, it was less than an +inch long (he was very young then). Now it must be 8 inches now and hard as a +rock. Pulling it out the leg of his cutoff, I begin to pump it slowly with my +hand. I feel it's swollen mushroom shaped head, it's long hard shaft, and I +feel the tuft of rough hair at it's base. + +He slides my robe off the other shoulder and it falls to the floor. My bra +also falls off letting both my ashen breasts swing free. Returning his hand +to my pussy, his finger slides between my lips and finds my clit again, this +time on the outside of my wet panties. His other hand massages my tits, +moving from one to the other and back again, pinching my nipples and pressing +each breast. + +We are gazing into each other's eyes while exploring each other's most private +parts. I really want to feel his cock inside me now! My mind knows that I +shouldn't and that it is wrong, but my pussy wants his hard dick inside. + +Moving my other hand to the back of his head, I pull him to me and again +lustfully kiss him on the mouth. My tongue wanders into his mouth and he +opens to accept it. My other hand never stops sliding up and down on his hard +rod. + +"I want to kiss it. I want your cock in my mouth. Do you like to have your +dick sucked?" I can't believe I am saying those words. + +"It's my favorite thing in the whole world." + +I kneel down in front of Ken, unfasten his cutoffs and slide them down to the +floor. I am on my knees admiring his beautiful big hard dick, his hairy +balls, and his muscular thighs. Taking his massive cock in my hand, I move it +to my mouth, open my lips and slide them over his swollen purple head and +begin sucking it like a popcicle. I relish the moisture on it's tip. I savor +the musk of his shaft. Cupping his balls in my hand, I squeeze them gently as +I lick down his long shaft and then lick each fuzzy ball, one at a time. I +take a ball into my mouth and suck it. All the time my hands are massaging +his firm butt. I place his dick in my mouth again and suck as hard as I can. + +"Oooohhhhh......you suck so....... good.....I always knew..........that you +could.......suck a dick!", now Ken is moaning and breathing so hard he can +hardly talk. + +In just a few seconds his dick begins to swell even more and starts jerking. +His cum fills my mouth. I forgot that young boys cum much sooner than older +men. I swallow all his warm salty cum and feel very disappointed that he came +so quickly. + +Snapping back to reality, I ponder what has just happened. I have done wrong. +I have sucked off the little boy next door. I am so ashamed that I let myself +get so carried away. What if Bob finds out? Will he leave me? I can't look +at Ken. I hope he leaves quickly. Will Bobby find out? Will I be the +subject of neighborhood gossip? Will Ken tell his friends how he got Bobby's +mom to suck him off? Will other young boys come over expecting a blow job? +What if a whole group of boys come over and hold me down? What would they do +to me? It's all my fault for letting him see the tops of my breasts earlier. +I got him turned on and he couldn't help himself. + +But Ken doesn't leave. He lays me on the floor and kneels beside me. + +Feeling terribly guilty, I close my eyes so I won't have to look at him. + +He removes my panties. He spreads my legs and kneels between them. + +I am too humiliated to resist. I just lay limp on the floor. + +His hands lightly glide all over my pussy as he examines it visually for the +first time. I have very thin pubic hair and he has no trouble seeing my pussy +in the bright daylight. He spreads open my engorged lips and investigates my +slit. He bends over and kisses my downy pubic area. His kisses drift between +my outer lips and down to my wet opening. His tongue slowly dips inside me! + +It feels great. My breathing again is very deep. I put my hands on his head +and run my fingers through his hair. + +His tongue wanders all around inside my hot pussy. He slides it in and out. I +feel his tongue work it's way up between my wet inner lips, licking very +quickly as it slowly inches its way up to my awaiting clit. He licks my clit +several times quickly with his tongue. + +"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!........That feels........wond.......der......ful." + +He sucks my clit into his mouth and moves it in and out...in and out...in and +out....squeezing tightly on it each time it passes between his wet lips. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh........don't stop.....please......don't stop!" + +My hips raise up off the floor to his mouth. I am breathing very hard. My +skin begins to tingle all over. All my muscles tense at once. + +"I'm cumming! ............. Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh I'm cumming! ............ +I'm cumming .............Suck ............. My PUUUUUUUUUSSYYYYYYYYYYYY!" + +After several minutes of orgasm, my body relaxes and Ken moves up and lays on +top of me. It feels so good to have this strong young body laying on me. I +wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly. My legs are spread and laying +flat on the floor. We kiss passionately. + +Ken moves his head down to my breasts. He licks around each sensitive nipple. +Then gently sucks a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on first one breast then +the other. His tongue flicks each nipple. He kisses my neck and sucks on my +earlobe and I feel his hot breath blowing in my ear. Then he again kisses me +on the mouth. It is a very long tender erotic kiss. + +I wrap my arms around him and stroke his muscular back with both hands. I rub +his neck and the back of his head. I feel something move between my legs. He +is getting hard again! Something else I forgot about young boys. Their hard- +ons return very quickly. + +Without using his hands Ken moves his hips and his penis is rubbing between my +still wet pussy lips! We both are breathing passionately again. + +"Oh, Ken ..... put it ...... in me ..... I need ....... for you ...... to fuck +me ...... Please fuck me." I can only talk between breaths. + +My legs are spread as wide as I can get them. I reach down and take his rigid +dick in my hand and guide it to my wet opening. He gently slides just the +head in. He moves it around real slow. Never putting it in very far. He is +teasing me! He is driving me wild! + +"Ken.........I want.........it all..........FUUUUCKKKKKKKK MEEE!" + +He drills the whole thing inside in one hard stroke. It is marvelous. It +completely fills my pussy. + +I wrap my legs around his waist and he begins to thrust. Up and down, in and +out. It feels SO GOOD! I can feel the head and veins of his powerful dick +sliding on my inside walls. He is great! Pumping with long powerful strokes, +he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. He is driving me wild with excitement. +Lasting much longer this time, he cups my breast in one hand and I grab his +round firm butt in both my hands. My groin starts to tingle again and I know +I am about to cum another time. My muscles are tensing again and I have that +wonderful feeling of orgasm. I feel Ken's dick swell inside me and begin its +jerking motion that tells me he is cumming also. + +Ken collapses on top of me with his dick still inside my listless pussy. He +kisses me again. Does this man-child never get tired? I want to put my legs +together but he is laying between them. His tongue probes the inside of my +mouth. In just a few minutes I feel his dick, which is still inside me, +swelling one more time. He starts a very slow shallow pumping motion with his +hips. + +"Penny, I have fantasized about fucking you since I learned about fucking. I +used to jerk off so many times while thinking about you after coming over here +to play with Bobby." + +"Oh, Ken, I had no idea!" I had never thought about me being in someone +else's fantasy. + +He is pumping very slowly. One hand is fondling my naked breast. My pussy is +getting wetter and wetter. I can feel his cum from the previous time running +down the crack of my ass and getting the carpet wet. His kisses are tender +and long. I stick my tongue into his mouth and rub his back with one hand and +the back of his neck and head with the other. I am breathing passionately +again! + +"Oh, Ken.......it feels........so gooooood!" I spread my legs wide apart and +flat on the floor, too tired to wrap around his waist. My pelvis is moving in +rhythm with his. His dick is completely hard again and fills my pussy. My +groin begins to tingle again and I know yet another orgasm is fast +approaching. + +At that moment he pulls his swollen dick out of my pussy. + +"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!........PLEASE don't stop!" + +"Turn over, Penny, and lay on your stomach." + +I do as instructed. Ken is in complete control of me as he has been the whole +time. I feel the soft fur of the carpet against my swollen tits. It feels +very warm. I spread my legs as wide as possible to accept his huge dick into +my eager cunt. He kneels between my legs then lays on top of me. I feel his +dick between my pussy lips. + +He is slides it between my lips then into my tender pussy. + +I am laying flat on the carpet on my stomach with my legs spread as wide as +possible. He slowly moves his full-grown dick in and out, up and down. I +move my butt up and down in rhythm with him. It feels soooo good. My skin +starts to tingle. I want to hug him but I am on my stomach and can't reach +him. I am near orgasm again. He pulls out before I cum. + +"Nooooo....don't stop!.....I want........to cum!" + +He turns me over and puts his knees on each side of my head. + +His enormous dick is right in front of my mouth. I hold it in my hand and +lick my love juices off his shaft. + +He bends over and presses his tongue between my swollen pussy lips and begins +licking my clit. + +I open my mouth and accept his dick into it as he does the same with my clit. +I am doing 69 with the kid next door! + +He moves his hips up and down. He is fucking my face! I love it! + +I feel my crotch tingling again. My muscles tighten, I loose my breath. I am +about to cum. I feel his dick swell in my mouth. I start another orgasm. + +Ken continues to lick my pussy and suck my clit into his mouth. His huge dick +starts jerking and his cum strikes the back of my throat. I swallow every +drop. + +I am still cumming! + +Ken's dick begins to shrink and he collapses with his full weight on me and +his soft dick all the way in my mouth. His pubic hair is tickling my chin and +his balls on my nose. + +I am still cumming! + +Ken is still sucking my clit. I have never cummed this long before. I have +never cummed this many times before. + +I am still cumming! I can't breathe. My heart in pounding. I am still +cumming! + +Ken's soft dick is still in my mouth. + +I am still cumming! I suck strongly on his dick. My legs are beginning to +cramp from being so tense so long. I put my arms around Ken and hug him as +tight as I can. I continue sucking his limp dick. + +Finally the waves of orgasm are slowing. I thought I would die! It was the +strongest orgasm I have ever had in my life. My body finally relaxes. Ken's +dick is still in my mouth. I suck just a few more minutes and he shoots a +small load in my mouth and he relaxes with his head at my pussy and his dick +still in my mouth. + +Ken, so very lightly, traces my sore pussy lips with his finger. I know he is +examining it and I am happy that he wants to. I want him to know every fold +of skin in my most private area. + +I remove his dick from my mouth an examine it. I examine his furry balls and +study where they meet his butt. I feel the nuts in his sacks. I explore the +veins in his protrusion. + +After about 30 minutes of both of us exploring and studying each other, Ken +gets up, gets dressed, walks over and gives me a sweet kiss on the mouth. I +am still laying naked on the living room floor. + +"Thanks Penny, you're the best. I have to go home now. Mom will be wondering +where I am." + +"Thank you, Ken. You were wonderful. I must have a submissive streak in me. +I loved being under your control like that. I hope we keep this little +episode just between us. If anyone else found out, it could cause a lot of +problems." + +"Good. You were great. Don't worry, it'll be our secret. Bye now." + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4221d9b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,515 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/younglv2.txt +Archive-author: Huggy Bear +Archive-title: Young Love 2 - One Month Later + + +I haven't seen Ken, since that fateful day about a month ago. Deep down +inside, I would like for it to happen again. It has given me a whole new +outlook on life. I feel so much more sensuous and have so much more +confidence in myself. Bob even commented on how attentive I've been to him. + +I am on my way home from work and Bob is away on another business trip. I +really would like to see Ken again. My heart begins to throb as I round the +curve and see Ken in his yard. Then my heart sinks as I see another guy in +the yard with him. + +"Damn......" + +When I get out of the car, I wave at Ken and he waves back. Damn, why did +that other guy have to be there? We could have had another wonderful +afternoon. + +I get a bottle of wine from the fridge and begin pouring. There is a knock on +the door. It's Ken and his friend. + +"Hi, Penny, this is Steve." + +Steve is a older than Ken, about 28 or 29, taller, and built just as well. He +has dark hair, brown eyes, and is about 6'2" and about 200 pounds. Both are +wearing tank tops and shorts to show off their muscles. I am a little +apprehensive. Why has Ken brought this guy here? + +"Hello, Steve, it's so nice to meet you." We shake hands. + +"It's nice to meet you, Penny. I've heard a lot about you from Ken." + +I know my face is red as I look toward Ken. + +"Steve and I work out together. We talk a lot while we work out." + +"What did you say about me, Ken?" I say with a stern voice. I am anxious to +hear the answer to THAT question. + +Ken puts his strong arms around me, pulls me tightly to him, and kisses me on +the mouth. + +"KEN!" + +With his arms still around me, Ken said, "It's ok, Penny, Steve's cool." + +"KEN, it's NOT ok! I am a respectable woman and I DON'T go around kissing +young men in public." + +"This is not public. It is in your house." + +"I am a married woman and I don't kiss young men anywhere!" I try to push +away from Ken. + +He holds his arms around me and clutches my lower body tight against his. Why +did he have to bring Steve here? I would love to have sex with him, but not +with Steve here. + +Ken kisses me on the mouth again. Unable to resist, I put my arms around his +neck and kiss back for just a few seconds. I decide that he probably has told +Steve about our late afternoon escapade last month. + +Steve moves real close behind me and presses his hard body right up against +mine. I am caught in a sandwich between the two burly young men. Steve +places a hand on each side of my pelvis and pulls my rear end tight against +him. Feeling a hard lump at his crotch, I try to squirm free, but I only seem +to excite Steve as my butt wiggles across his crotch. Each one of them is +holding me tight and I can't move very much. Steve's hands wander up my rib +cage until he has a hand under each of my armpits. I can't lower my arms from +Ken's neck because of the way Ken is holding me. I know what is coming next. + +"NO! ....... Stop this right NOW!" I try to sound firm. + +Ken holds me tight against him. + +Steve's hands slide forward until he has each one of my breasts covered by his +large palms. I was afraid this would happen. He squeezes my breasts several +times. He pushes them up, then he gropes with them some more. He finds my +hardened nipples and pinches them through my bra. + +"Aarrmmmmmppppppppphhhhh!...........". I try to protest, but Ken has his +tongue in my mouth. + +As Steve continues to fondle my breasts, I feel his groin hunching against my +butt. He leans over and kisses me passionately on the neck while Ken is still +kissing me on the mouth. The hair stands up on my neck. + +"NO! ............ I will not allow this! .......... This is too kinky for me!" + +Steve's right hand leaves my breast, moves to my buttocks and begins massaging +my right butt cheek. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, blowing his hot +breath on my ear. He rubs my breast with his left hand and my behind with his +right for several minutes. He works my skirt up over my bottom and slides his +hand into my pantyhose as his tongue explores my ear. I feel his large coarse +hand wander all over the bare skin of my rump and his hot breath on my ear. + +"PLEASE STOP ........ I don't want this!" + +Getting turned on, I feel like a slut. Where do these guys get the idea that +they can just come in my house and have their way with me. I don't want this +to happen, but they won't stop. + +Steve gets on his knees behind me and lowers my pantyhose and panties to my +ankles. + +Ken rubs my breast. He kneads it very gently through my blouse and bra with +his sensitive hand. + +Steve lifts my feet, one at a time, off the floor and removes my underwear. +He unfastens my skirt and pulls both it and my half slip to the floor. Naked +from the waist down, I can feel Steve staring at my bare butt. He leans +forward and kisses it. + +"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze don't .................................". I try one more +time to stop them. + +While Ken continues to kiss me, he fondles my breast through my blouse and +bra. + +Wrapping both his hands around my right ankle, Steve moves it about a foot +away from the left one. + +Ken is holding me off balance and I can't get my legs back together. I wish I +were alone with Ken. I would love to have sex with him again. I am so turned +on, it is unbelievable. I have never even fantasized about two men at the +same time. + +Steve's hands, still both wrapped around my right ankle begin to slowly slide +up my bare leg. As they slowly work their way up over my calf, I can feel a +palm on each side of my calf, fingers in front on my shin bone, thumbs in +back. I am glad I shaved my legs this morning. When he reaches about half +way up my leg, he pauses and tickles the back of my knee with his thumbs. It +feels very good. Steve has found one of my erogenous zones! + +"Ooooooohhhhhhh................." + +I start to kiss Ken passionately. After he unbuttons my blouse and pushes it +off my shoulders, he reaches behind me, unhooks my bra and it falls to the +floor between us. He takes my newly liberated breast in his hand and gently +presses it. + +"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh................." + +Steve's hands resume their journey up my leg. When they reach just below my +crotch, his left hand (the one between my legs) stops and his right hand +continues up to rub and knead my bare butt. He moves my right cheek all +around and then just slides his hand all over my rear end. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh ................." + +It feels good. I move my bare bottom in circles. His left hand slides up my +now wet inner thigh and touches my puffy labia. + +"Oohh!" I freeze. + +He slides his hand forward, between my legs, up to my pubic bone and toys with +my hairs for a few seconds, then moves his hand back down to the top of my +split and moves his finger down the entire length of my crevice and back up, +never dipping between my lips, just feeling the crack where they meet. The +feeling is unbelievable. I want his fingers between my lips. For several +minutes, Steve explores my lips then ........... finally, he slips a finger +between them and up into my wet and willing pussy. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh .............." I spread my legs a little wider. + +Ken bends over and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks it hard, but not +hard enough to hurt. + +Steve slips more fingers up me. I can't tell how many. He slides them in and +out ... in and out ... I arch my back, sticking my butt back to Steve. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .............it feels soooooooo gooooooooood ......... +let's go to the bedroom." + +Steve stands up and we walk to the bedroom. I am in middle and both guys have +their arms around me. I feel awkward as I am the only one who is naked. I am +sure both the boys are watching my breasts jiggle as we walk down the hallway. +Feeling proud, I hold them out as far as I can. + +When we get to the bedroom, I turn the covers all the way back to the floor +and lay down on the king size bed to watch the boys get undressed. I have +seen Ken's magnificent naked body before, so I am really eager to see Steve. +He doesn't disappoint me. His body is fantastic. Larger and more mature that +Ken's and a lot hairier. His organ is erect and gigantic. + +"One of you go back to the living room. I want to have sex with both of you, +but only one at a time." + +They both get on the bed with me. One on each side. + +"NO! Only one at a time. One of you must go to the other room." + +"NO, Chickie, we are friends. We will fuck you together", Steve announces. + +"My name is not 'Chickie'. I won't have sex with both of you at the same +time", I assert as I sit up on the bed. + +Steve puts his hand on my breast and pushes me back to a reclining position. +He bends over and kisses me on the mouth for the first time. My first +impression is of the stubble of his beard on my chin and below my nose. He +slips his tongue into my mouth. He takes my left hand and places it on his +incredibly huge organ. + +I wrap my fingers around it and begin stroking. I can barely reach around it. + +Ken puts my right hand on his member also. It feels so bizarre to have a cock +in each hand. I have never done that before. + +As I kiss Steve, and play with both hard dicks, each one of them fondles a +breast. It feels strange having two people play with your breasts. Ken feels +the right one gently and tenderly. Steve, in contrast, is harsh, to the point +of being painful. + +"I told you she had great tits!" + +Now I know Ken has told. I wonder how many other people he has told. + +"You were right, Dude. Penny, your knockers are great." + +I feel both anger and embarrassment. Anger at Ken for telling about our +escapade and embarrassment at the two of them talking about my naked breasts. + +Ken slides down and begins sucking on the breast he is playing with and soon +Steve does the same. I have wondered how it would feel to have both breasts +sucked at the same time and it is wondrous. I feel like a mother dog suckling +two puppies. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh .................. that is ............. fantastic." + +I spread my legs as Steve's hand slips down to my most private pubic area. +His finger enters my split at the very top, slides down between my lips to my +clit and begins to harshly rub it. + +"Ouch ........ Not so hard ......... it hurts." + +"That's ok, Chickie, it'll feel good in a minute when you get used to it." + +I don't like being called "Chickie". I am beginning not to like Steve so +much. He is much cruder than Ken. He places both my outer lips between his +thumb and forefinger and pulls. He crams his finger into my wet vagina. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ..............." + +He fingers me for several minutes while they both continue to suck my breasts. +I get very wet. He returns to my clit and again coarsely rubs it. This time +it feels really good. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhh .............. yeeeeeeesssssssss" + +"Didn't I tell you she was hot!" + +I could tell that Ken was trying to impress his older, unrefined friend. + +"You found her, Dude. You fuck her first." + +I don't like the way that sounded. I feel very sleazy, like a whore. I don't +like the way this is going. + +"No ........... not while .......... Steve is ......... in here ......." Ken +immediately rolls over on me and gently eases his penis into me. It feels so +good. As I put my arms around his back, I raise my legs and move in rhythm +with him. + +"Oh .......... oh ......... oh ......... yes ........... oh .........yes +...... do it .......... oh .......... yes ........." I really enjoy Ken. He +is good, but it is wierd having sex with someone while someone else is in the +bed watching. + +Steve takes my left hand from Ken's back and puts it back on his huge cock. I +pump my hand up and down on his gigantic shaft. He is still roughly probing +my breast. Ken continues to thrust his dick deep inside my orifice. + +"Oh ........ yes ............. yes ......... I love it ......... yes ...... " + +Ken begins to breath very hard and his muscles all tense at once. I feel his +dick shooting it's juice into me. He relaxes for a few seconds, allowing all +his weight to rest on me, then he rolls off onto the bed beside me. + +In an instant, Steve rolls over onto me and rams his massive dick into my +surprised pussy. + +"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH................" + +I cry out in pain as his gigantic organ stretches me to the limit. I feel +like I have been impaled on a baseball bat. Tears come to my eyes. + +Steve slams into me time after time. After a very few minutes, my pussy +adjusts to his huge size and it begins to feel incredibly good. + +"Oh ......... oh ............ oh ........... yes ......... fuck me ........ +fuuuuuck meeeeee ........... oh Steve ........... I love it ..........." + +Steve is thrusting so hard that my breasts are bouncing all over my chest, +almost hitting my chin. I pull him to me, kiss him, stick my tongue in his +mouth, and rub my hands all over his back and ass. Steve is an animal. I +have never experienced anything like this in my wildest dreams. + +"Oh ....... oh ......... oh .......... do it .......... oh ......... oh ...... +I love it ........... oh ....... yes ........... fuck me ........" + +Ken reaches over and begins to fondle my breast, paying a lot of attention to +my very hard nipple. He sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles on it. + +"Oh ....... oh ........ ooohhhhhh......." + +I feel my body begin to tingle and feel a fast approaching orgasm. I reach +down and wrap my fingers around Ken's cock, which has already become hard +again. I thrust my pelvis as high as I can. + +"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH ........... I'M CUUUUUMMMMMMMMING .......... FUCK ME HARD +.... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ................. oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh +....... YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! ..................." + +Steve is still thrusting. He hasn't cum yet. He has much more staying power +than Ken. I am still pumping Ken's organ with my hand. Suddenly Steve turns +me over very quickly jerking my nipple out of Ken's mouth and my hand away +from Ken's dick. He reaches around my waist and pulls me on my knees and +elbows before I know what has happened. He quickly jams his gigantic cock +back into me from the rear and resumes his hard thrusts. + +"Oh ............. oh ............... oh ................. oh .......... yes +..... fuck me .............. like a ........... dog ............. yes ......" + +"Ken, fuck her in the mouth!" + +Ken obeys his older friend and moves around to my head, puts his legs on each +side of me and leans back against the headboard sitting up. His hard cock is +right in front of my face pointing straight up at my mouth. + +"Oh ......... oh ............... oh ............. yes .......... fuck me ...." + +I open my mouth and lower it over Ken's excited maleness. I can taste my love +juices still on him. I move my head up and down as I suck on him. I really +like pleasing Ken. He is such a nice young man. + +"Umm ................ umm .............. umm ................. umm ........." + +Ken reaches down on each side of my head and finds my wildly swinging breasts +and caresses them both. Steve wraps one hand around my waist and finds my +clit and kneads it roughly. With his other hand, he slaps my butt, hard. It +is very loud and stings a lot. + +"..... S L A P ......" + +"................ OOOHHHHHH! .........." + +Ken sees what Steve did and begins slapping my breasts. It is painful, but +not excruciating. + +"slap ..... slap ..... slap ..... slap .....slap ..... slap ...." + +"......oh ....... oh ....... oh ....... oh ....... oh ...... oh ......" + +As he slaps the outside of each breast, it swings toward the other and they +slap together. + +".... S L A P ......" + +".............. OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! ........." + +Steve again slaps my butt. My butt is stinging and both breasts are beginning +to sting. Steve is still rubbing my clit and pumping my pussy real hard. I +am engulfed by all the sensations. I feel those familiar sensations and I +know I am near to an orgasm. + +"Oh ........ oh ........ oh ............ fuck me ........ rub my pussy!!!" + +I lower my head and take in as much of Ken into my mouth as I can. + +Just before I reach the "moment of no return", Steve pulls out of me. + +"NOOOOOOO!!!! ........ FUCK ME!!!! ....... PLEASE, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" + +"Hold her arms, Ken." + +Ken wraps his hands around each of my wrists. I am surprised. I don't know +what to expect. + +Steve grabs my legs and jerks my knees out from under me. I am now flat on my +stomach with Steve kneeling between my legs and my face in Ken's crotch. +Steve takes his dick in his hand and eases it between my cheeks of my ass, to +my anus. + +"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +I squeeze my sphincter muscles as tight as I can to keep him out, but Steve is +too well lubricated and he slowly slides into my rectum. + +"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +When I open my mouth, Steve pushes my head down so that my open mouth engulfs +Ken's hard dick. + +"Relax your butt, Chickie, and it won't hurt so much." + +It is so painful, l will try anything. I try to relax. Steve is laying with +all his weight on me. After a few minutes of concentration, I manage to relax +my anal muscles. It starts to feel good to have Steve sliding in and out of +my ass. + +"Oooohhhhhhh ........ you suck ........ dicks real ........ good, Penny ...." + +Ken is really enjoying the blow job. I really enjoy having Steve fuck my ass. +My clit begins tingling again. Could I be near orgasm? YEEEEESSSSSS! I +shutter and shake. My second orgasm starts! + +Steve puts his hand on the back of my head and presses it all the way down on +Ken's dick. It goes all the way down my throat. I try to pull my head up, +but Steve keeps it pressed down. My orgasm continues. My clit tingles like +someone is rubbing it, but no one is. I force my head up and catch two quick +breaths. Steve's body begins to shutter and I feel his dick spurting it's cum +up my ass. I am still cumming. Steve is cumming. I didn't know I could have +an orgasm from butt fucking. Finally my orgasm subsides and Steve collapses +on top of me. I am exhausted. Steve eventually rolls off me. + +"Ok, Kid, your turn to fuck her in the ass." + +I am too tired to object. + +Instead, Ken rolls me over on my back, spreads my legs and eases into my +tired, sore pussy. I am so glad that it is Ken fucking me now, instead of big +rough Steve. I open my legs to accept him. Ken gently eases in and out, up +and down. + +Steve begins to fondle my tender breasts again. I am sore all over. + +"Oh ..... not so hard ..... they're tender...." + +My pussy again begins to tingle. I am about to cum again. My body begins to +shutter. + +Steve moves around to my head and places his limp dick just above my mouth. + +My third orgasm begins. I have to open my mouth to breathe. Steve lowers his +soft dick into my mouth. I thought it would be repulsive since it had been up +my ass just a few minutes ago, but it wasn't. I can taste a little rectum on +it, but it isn't bad. My orgasm continues. Steve massages my breasts. It +hurts, but the pain seems to intensify my orgasm. + +Ken's body tenses and he begins to shoot his load into my exhausted pussy. +This orgasm goes on forever. I am still sucking Steve's dick and Ken is still +fucking me. Steve plays with my tits. At last, my orgasm subsides. + +Steve's dick begins to swell and I continue to suck it. It swells so big that +I think my lips will rip in two. Thankfully, in just a few seconds empties +his jism into my mouth. He removes his hard dick from my mouth and I feel +like it won't close. + +Steve rolls off the bed and begins to get dressed. + +"Come on, Dude, we gotta split." + +Ken starts to get off the bed. + +"Ken, please stay with me for a little while." + +"Ok ...... You go ahead, Steve, I'll see you tomorrow at workout." + +Steve leave leaves and Ken turns to me. "I'm sorry, Penny. I didn't know he +would be so rough. He's really a nice guy." + +"Just come here and lay down." + +He does. + +"Put your arms around me and hold me for a few minutes." + +We turn to face each other and embrace. Tears roll down my cheeks. I think +back on what has happened the last two hours. I was really turned on and had +three orgasms. It was great. ......... Then why do I feel so bad? + +Ken rubs my bare back. I do the same to him. He is so sweet and gentle. It +feels so good to feel his naked body next to mine. + +I know why I feel bad. I feel cheap and trashy like a $5 whore. I just got +fucked by two men, in the pussy and in the ass, and I sucked them both off and +swallowed their cum. They played with my tits and pussy. They fingered me. +One of these men, I didn't even know. + +Ken wipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses me on the end of my nose. He +very lightly touches his lips to mine. Ken is so nice and +understanding. I kiss him back. It is a very soft kiss. I feel his cock +move against my thigh. I roll over onto my back and pull Ken on top of me. I +spread my legs and his hard dick is at my vagina. It very slowly and gently +slips inside me. + +My voice is a whisper, "Oooohhhhhh, Ken ...... I love for you to fuck me." + +Ken slides in and out of me very slowly and tenderly, with very long strokes. +It is like watching a XXX movie on the VCR in super slow motion. With each +out-stroke, he pulls all the way out and then slides the whole thing all the +way back in as far as it will go, very slowly. It is the sweetest, most +tender fuck I have ever had. + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .......................... Keeeeeeeeeennnnnn!" + +This continues for almost an hour and then my clit begins to tingle. Goose +bumps pop up all over my body. Ken senses that I am near orgasm and it causes +him to go over the edge also. Ken begins shorter and faster and harder +strokes. We cum together for a long time. + +Ken lays on top of me for several minutes after it is over. He gets up and +gets dressed, comes over to the bed and kisses me good-by. + +"Thanks, Penny, you're the best in the world." + +"Thank you, Ken. Bye." + +I close my eyes for just a moment and don't wake up until morning. I must get +ready for work. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9ea536eb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,344 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/younglv3.txt +Archive-author: Huggy Bear +Archive-title: Young Love 3 - The Next Week + + +It is Friday evening and Bob is attending a week-end trade show and won't be +home until Sunday night late. Bobby is coming home from college for the week- +end tomorrow and I am really looking forward to seeing him. It's been over a +month now. I am terribly lonesome as I am home by myself drinking my third +glass of wine while watching some stupid program on tv. + +The phone rings. + +"Hello." + +"Hi, Penny, this is Ken....." My body starts to tingle just hearing his +voice. I am so glad to hear from him. + +"Hi, Ken." + +"Is it ok if I come down. I see Bob's car is not there." + +"Is anyone with you?" I hope he is alone. I am not going to let him come +down if anyone else is with him. + +"Only my girlfriend, Ann." + +"Oh..." I hope I didn't sound disappointed. I really wish he were alone. +"Sure, come on down." + +In a few minutes, there is a knock on the door. It is Ken and Ann. + +"Penny, this is Ann." + +"Hello, Ann, it's a pleasure to meet you. You two come in." We shake hands. + +Ann is very tall. About 5'11" with wavy red hair cascading over her +shoulders. She is stunning. Her skin is very white with almost no freckles. +Ann is wearing a very short black leather skirt and a white blouse. She is +much older than Ken (I would estimate about 34-35), and one of the most +beautiful women I have ever seen. I can see why Ken has fallen for her. It +makes me jealous. + +I feel very drab in my sweat pants and sweat shirt. + +I fix them each a glass of wine and pour myself my fourth glass of the night. +Ken and Ann sit on the couch and I take the easy chair across the room. We +make small talk and have several more drinks for almost an hour. + +We begin to talk about the dancing lessons I gave Ken several weeks ago. + +"I want to thank you, Penny, for teaching Ken to dance. He is really a good +dancer now. He was too embarrassed to ask me to teach him." + +Surely he didn't tell Ann how that dance lesson ended. + +"Why don't we dance now?", Ken suggests + +"OK", agrees Ann + +"I'll put on some music while you two move the coffee table", I add. + +I put on a CD of old love songs. + +Ken and Ann begin to dance. They dance very close, pressing their bodies +tightly together. They are a very nice looking couple. I get jealous again +watching Ken hold her so close. + +After the first song, Ken asks me to dance and I accept. I am a little wobbly +from all the wine tonight. He holds me close up against him and rest my head +on his shoulder. He does dance very good. I close my eyes and fantasize. I +wish Ann weren't here. I would like to take Ken to the bedroom. + +All too soon the song is over. I don't want to stop. + +"Ok, You have each danced with me, but you haven't danced with each other." + +"Oh, Ken ..... don't be silly." I am appalled at his suggestion. + +"It's ok with me, if Penny doesn't mind. I would like to dance with her." + +Before I can object, Ann walks over to me and puts both arms around my waist. +The next song starts. I don't know how to get out of this gracefully, so I +put my arms on Ann's shoulders and we begin to dance. Ann gently pulls me +against her. Her body is so soft. Her beautiful red hair tickles my face. I +have to lay my head on her shoulder to keep her hair pressed down so it +doesn't tickle me. I have never danced slow with another woman. + +Ann strokes my back with both her hands. One hand slips under my sweat shirt. +It is incredibly soft and smooth as it glides so effortlessly across my back. +She very lightly slides her soft hand up to my shoulder. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh........", a very low moan escapes my mouth. I snuggle up +even closer to Ann. Her soft body feels so good against mine. I can feel her +breasts pressing on my chest, just above my breasts. Her legs brush against +mine. It feels so wierd to dance with another woman. I have never been this +close to another woman in my adult life. + +Her hand drifts down my back, across my bra and unhooks it. + +I put my lips on Ann's neck and softly kiss it. + +Her hand slips around to my chest and cups one of my breasts underneath my +unfastened bra. + +"Oooohhhhhhhh............." + +It feels phenomenal! I have never had such a feeling in my life. Her hands +are incredibly soft and smooth on my breast. I look up at Ann and without +thinking, I kiss her on the mouth. It is my first kiss with a woman. + +Ann kisses me back, oh so warmly and tenderly. Her tongue enters my mouth. +She licks my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my gums, my teeth, my lips at the +same time she fondles my sensitive breast. + +The room seems to get real hot. Goose bumps pop up all over my body. My +vagina gets wet and my clit tingles. + +I lower my arms to the buttons on this beautiful redhead's blouse. My +trembling hands slowly unbutton the top button ....... I pause to see if she +is going to object ....... then I tentatively move my quivering hands to the +next button. As I unfasten the second button, I notice she doesn't have on a +bra. Lingering a few moments, I move to the next button ....... and finally +the bottom one. My eyes don't move from her cleavage. I slowly open her +blouse and slide it off her soft shoulders. I uncover the most beautiful +breasts I have seen in my life! They are about a "C" cup and contoured +perfectly, with only a very small amount of sag. The skin on her breasts is +creamy white with large, perfectly round reddish areolas surrounding pencil +eraser size nipples in the center. I place my hand on one of her breasts. + +"Oooooohhhhhh...............", Ann moans lightly. + +Her succulent breast is so incredibly soft and pliable. I compress it gently +to feel it's softness. I push it up high on her chest then move it around in +circles. I tug on her hard nipple. I am fascinated playing with her breasts! + +"Ooooohhhhhh ................" Ann moans again as she squeezes my breast and +slides her other hand under the elastic of my sweat pants and rubs my bare +bottom. + +"It feels so good", I whisper. I feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. + +I lower my head, take one of Ann's pristine nipples into my mouth and suck on +it. I lick it and lick circles around it. It feels so good to suck her soft +breast. + +"Ooohhhhh ......." Ann's breathing deepens considerably. + +I haven't sucked a woman's breast since I was a baby. I feel her smooth skin +around my mouth. I put my hand on her other breast, cuddle it then play with +her hard nipple. + +Ann pulls me up straight, raises my hands over my head, slips my sweat shirt +over my head and drops it on the floor. When I lower my arms, my unhooked bra +slips off my shoulders. She stands in front of me, inspecting my naked +breasts. + +I hold my stomach in, shoulders black and stick them out. I hope she likes +them. + +She smiles and places a hand on each of my breasts. She moves them around all +over my chest. She holds each nipple and shakes my breasts. Oh, it feels so +good! + +I return to her breasts, as I slide my hands all over them and press them +against her rib cage. I can't believe how good it feels to play with breasts. +No wonder boys were always after mine when I was younger. + +Ken walks up behind me. + +It startles me because I was so wrapped up in Ann, I forgot he was here! + +He places his hands on the elastic waistband of my sweat pants and slides them +down to the floor along with my panties. + +l step out of them while still holding Ann's supple breasts. + +Ken moves behind Ann, unfastens her skirt, lowers it and her panties. + +She never releases my breasts as she steps out of them. One hand leaves my +breast and finds my pubic region, clasps a handful of my soft hairs and pulls +me close to her. She kisses me full on the mouth, this time with much +passion. Her finger sinks between my engorged outer lips, slides to my wet +orifice and enters me. + +"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......................" I spread my legs +wider so that she will have no trouble getting as deep into me as possible. + +She slides her finger out of me, glides it all over my genitals, exploring +every nook and cranny, then back between my lips to my clit. + +"Oooohhhh yes ........ yes ...... yes ......... oh YES!" + +My hands leave Ann's precious breasts and I wrap my arms around her beautiful +body and hug her tight, pressing our breasts together. My legs are so weak, I +have to hold on to Ann to keep from losing my balance. + +"Ooohhhh yes ............. Please don't stop ....... just a little more ..... +I'm going to cum!" + +In just a few seconds, I tremble all over, arch my tingling pussy toward her +and begin a huge climax. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ............. I'm cuuuuuummming ........... rub my +puuuuussssssyyyyyyy!" + +I kiss Ann on the mouth and slide my tongue inside. I move my hands to her +firm round butt and pull her genitals against mine. I slide my hands all over +her butt, which is incredibly round, solid, and oh, so smooth. It feels so +good to have our naked bodies touching. Our breasts, cuddled between our +arms, are pressing together. Our lips are locked in passionate ecstacy. + +I maneuver one hand to Ann's genital area. I am shocked to find NO HAIRS! +Not even stubble. Her pubic mound is just as smooth as her butt! As I slide +my hand around her pubic bone, I discover the dimple that is at the top of her +crevice. I slowly glide my fingers over her smooth fur-less lips. + +"Oooooohhhh ......... yes, Penny ........ feel my pussy ......." + +The beautiful redhead spreads her legs. + +Her pussy lips are smooth, wet and slippery. My fingers slide over them very +easily. One finger dips between them into her very deep chasm and finds her +hard little knot. + +"OH YEEEESSSSSS .......... RUB THERE!" + +She presses her clit against my finger. I massage her clit for a few minutes, +but then, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slide my finger lower and then +up inside her. Her pussy is so hot. It is real soft and slippery inside. + +She spreads her legs wider. + +I slide in another finger, then another. The heat from her pussy is amazing. +I rub my palm on her soft puffy lips. Unable to resist any longer, I lower +myself to my knees and gaze at the most beautiful pussy in the world. Two +beautiful swollen red lips. Not a hair anywhere. My wet fingers sliding in +and out. Her legs are spread. A cute little clit peeking from between her +gorgeous enlarged vulva. I pucker my lips, lean over and touch them to her. +I extend my tongue into her valley of passion. + +"Ooooohhhhh ........... Pennnnnnnnyyyyyy!" She presses her pussy against my +mouth. Her legs spread still wider. She is having a hard time standing. + +"Lay on the floor." + +Ann lays on the thickly carpeted floor and spreads her legs wide. I slide a +pillow from the easy chair under her rear to make her pussy easier to get to. +Her hairless pubic area is unbelievably beautiful as she lays on the floor +with her legs widely sprawled. + +I kneel between her legs and lower my mouth back to her drenched musky crotch. +I slide my tongue into her hot opening and lick her inner walls. + +"Yeeessssss!" + +I am astounded. I thought it would taste bad. It doesn't. I actually tastes +great! I lick her between her luscious lips, across her clit, all the way to +the top of her crack and back down again. + +"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh ................... Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" + +I suck her clit into my mouth. I do all the things to her that I love to have +done to me. She is going wild. Her body tenses. She is near orgasm. + +I don't want her to cum yet. I want to lick her pussy more. I remove my +mouth and tongue from her. + +"Nooooo ........... I'm about ........... to cum ......... don't stop!" + +I lick the inside of her incredibly smooth thigh. I kiss, then suck on her +hairless pubic mound, above her crack. I kiss her other thigh. I lick that +narrow area between her outer lips and thighs. + +"Penny, Please ........ lick me ......... lick my pussy ........ I need to +cum!" + +I move my head up to her delectable tits and suck on them for a few minutes. + +"Please, please ................ suck my pussy!" + +I shift my body 180 degrees to a position where my knees are above her head so +she can suck my tits while I suck hers. I lower my tit into her mouth. She +gladly accepts it and begins eagerly sucking. Ann really knows how to suck +tits. + +I work my way back down her lovely torso, back to her bald pussy. + +"Ooohhhhh yeeesssss! .......... don't stop ........ make me cum!" + +She spreads my legs and begins to lick my pussy for the first time. + +"Yeeesssss! ........." + +She slips her tongue inside me. Her tongue is fantastic! The way she twists +it, licks my inner walls, and curls it gives me feelings inside my pussy I +have never had before. She licks up and down my crack several times then +sucks my clit into her mouth. + +We both approach orgasm together. + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" + +"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" + +We tense our bodies and scream out together. + +"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +"Yeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +We relax and I lower my full weight onto Ann's delectable body. Both bodies +are wet all over. After several minutes, I roll off Ann and reposition myself +so that I am laying beside her. We kiss. I look up a Ken who is now naked on +the couch, playing with himself. + +"Have we left you out, Sweetie? Come down here with us on." + +Ken lays between us. The three of us are laying on our backs on the living +room floor. Ken rests one hand on my pussy and one on Ann's. His finger +dips between my lips and finds my clit. + +"Ooohhhhhhh ........" I moan quietly as my pelvis hunches upward. + +"Ooohhhhhh ........." He must have found Ann's clit, as she moans also. + +I reach for his dick. Ann's hand is already there. I place my hand on her's +and we both slide up and down his hard shaft. + +Ann moves her head down to his shank and places her mouth around it. She +maneuvers her body so that her smooth pussy is right in front of my face. + +I gladly stick my tongue between her scrumptious lips and lick her hard little +knot. Feeling left out, I steer my pussy to Ken's face and he wastes no time. +He immediately begins licking my most sensitive area. I guess this is what is +known as a "daisy chain". + +After a very few minutes, we all three cum and collapse into a pile on the +floor. I can't think of two more beautiful people to be in a pile with. + +When they leave, I kiss them both passionately and tell them that I would like +to do it again. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv4.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv4.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..21d8ad2f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,227 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/younglv4.txt +Archive-author: Huggy Bear +Archive-title: Young Love 4 - Bobby Comes Home + + +It is Saturday about 3 p.m. and Bobby is due home from college any minute now. +It has been about 6 weeks since I have seen him and I am looking forward to +it. + +Doing my usual Saturday household chores, I have already changed the sheets on +Bobby's bed, cleaned his room and done the washing. Bobby always brings home +some clothes for me to wash. + +I hear Bobby come in the door and rush to meet him. I put my arms around his +neck and hug him tightly. He gives a superficial hug back. He has never been +one to hug his mother with enthusiasm. + +We sit in the living room and talk for a few hours. It is nice to have him +here with Bob gone. It gives me a chance to talk to him privately. + +Tonight, he goes to a party at a friends house and returns around midnight. I +am already in bed, but since I am not asleep, I get up to talk to him some +more. He isn't interested in talking and immediately goes to his room to bed. +I give him a few seconds to get in bed and then I go in. He is laying on his +water bed with the covers up to his waist. He always sleeps nothing but his +underwear. + +"Is anything wrong, Bobby?", I ask as I lay on the bed beside him. I am +concerned because Bobby is usually such an upbeat kid. We talk for a few +minutes and he offers no clue as to what is bothering him. I can tell by his +slurred speech that he has been drinking heavily. + +Bobby turns on his side and faces me. I am laying on my back and Bobby's head +rests on my shoulder. His hand lands on my stomach. I don't think he even +realizes that it is there. I drift off to sleep with his fingers moving ever +so slightly on my tummy. + +Sometime later I awaken and realize that Bobby's hand is laying on my breast! +It is moving very very slowly around, exploring. Not knowing if he is awake +or asleep, I am afraid to look in his direction. His head is still laying on +my right shoulder and arm and I use my left hand to remove his hand from my +breast. I place it on my stomach and He lets it lay there for a few seconds +then slides it down to my crotch and cups it in his hand! I quickly cross my +legs and take his hand off me. + +"Bobby! Stop that! I'M YOUR MOTHER!" + +"You did it with Ken and Steve and you will do it with me." + +I am stunned! Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. He must have found +out at the party. I guess the whole town knows. I don't know what to say or +do! + +Bobby's hand slips under my gown and boldly fondles my breasts underneath. I +am too dazed to react. I just lay there and let him feel me. His hand moves +from one breast to the other, roughly squeezing and pressing. My nipples +become erect as he pulls them and rolls them between his fingers. He pulls my +gown up over my chest, exposing my two white mounds and the pink nipples at +their tips. First he studies them for several minutes, especially my hard +nipples, then he sucks them like he did when he was a newborn baby. + +Why did I let myself get carried away with Ken and then with Steve? I wish I +hadn't let that happen. It's all my fault. I am a slut and now my son knows +it. I am sure the whole world knows it. What am I going to do? + +Bobby's hand slides across my bare abdomen to my panty-less crotch. My legs +are tightly crossed, but he fools around with my hairs for a few minutes. He +dips his finger into the top of my crack and tries to move it further down, +but my legs are squeezed together too tightly. I hope he realizes what he is +doing and stops. + +"Relax your legs", Bobby orders. + +Before I think, I do as I am ordered. + +Bobby spreads my legs with his hand. His finger drifts between my lips. I am +still paralyzed, so humiliated that my son found out about my serious +indiscretions. His finger drifts over my sensitive lips making my love juices +flow. + +"Uuuhhh.......", I gasp as my breathing deepens as his finger sinks inside me. +My legs spread slightly wider. His mouth returns to my breast and sucks my +nipple once again while his finger is slipping in and out of me. He moves his +finger up to my clit. + +"Oooohhh......." + +My hips involuntarily begin to move up and down. It is feeling good. No! +This is very wrong. I'm not supposed to do this with my son! He is rough +with me, but I am getting turned on. + +"Ooohhhhh ........ Bobby, PLEASE don't ........ I'm very sorry I did what I +did." + +"You are going to pay for all the embarrassment you have caused me. I always +thought I had the sexiest mom around, now I am going to fuck that sexy body of +yours. I have always dreamed about it. You owe me." + +His free hand takes my wrist and moves my hand under the covers to his erect +penis. Immediately, my fingers encircle it, but my hand doesn't move. Tears +roll down my cheeks. + +Bobby's hand explores my genital area completely. His fingers cover my lips +and clit and dip into my wet vagina again and again. He toys with my hairs. +He returns to my clit and concentrates there for a few more minutes. + +"Oooohhhhhhhh!!!!......" My breathing quickens even more. My legs spread +wider. My hand begins to slide up and down Bobby's stiff pole as my pussy +gets soaked in my juices. + +Bobby squeezes my pussy lips between his thumb and finger and pulls them hard, +lifting my butt off the bed. It hurts, but I don't let him know it. I know +he is trying to hurt me. I have never been picked up by the pussy lips +before. He pulls the covers off himself and sits on my rib cage with his hard +penis pointing between my naked breasts. I had no idea that his cock was so +large. He takes my hands in his and lays them on the outside edges of my +breasts and forces them together, pressing my breasts around his aroused dick. +He begins hunching his penis between my breasts. My own son is fucking my +tits! I am wet with perspiration and his organ slides very well between my +soft mounds. I realize that he has moved his hands and my hands are pressing +my breasts around his cock. His left hand reaches behind him and finds my +pussy again. This time he slides several fingers in. + +"Oooohhhhhhh......." + +Bobby stops hunching. "Massage my dick with your tits." + +I remove my hands from my breasts and put them beside me. + +Bobby slaps both my breasts hard with his open hands. + +"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + +I quickly place both my hands on my burning breasts. + +"Now......massage my dick with your tits." + +I move my breasts around with my hands, massaging his swollen cock. + +"Oh, yes ........... that feels good!" + +Bobby slides higher on my chest, his penis resting on my face. + +"No, Bobby, Please don't force your mother to do this to you. Don't put it in +my mouth!" + +He places one hand behind my head and the other encircles his penis and he +presses it to my mouth. He forces my mouth open and slides his dick inside. + +"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.................." + +I can't stop him. He slides it all the way down my throat. I have to fight +not to gag. He slides it back and forth in my mouth. I reluctantly begin to +suck. + +"Mmmmppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................" + +He reaches behind and again plays with my pussy as he rides my chest. I +notice that my hips are again moving up and down with his fingers. It really +feels good and his cock tastes good also. I begin sucking him seriously now. + +Bobby gets up and turns around on his knees so that his dick is right over my +mouth and his head is at my pussy. His tongue enters my widely spread crack +and finds my clit. + +"Oooooooohhhhhh............Booooooooobbbbyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!? + +I have to raise my head off the pillow to reach his dick with my mouth. It is +embarrassing, but I really want to suck his rigid cock. Sucking just the very +tip into my mouth, I apply a lot of suction on it. In just a few seconds it +explodes with a salty mouthful of cum. I swallow the cum as he lowers his +entire body weight on me, lowering the entire length of his softening dick +into my mouth. + +Bobby continues to lick my pussy all over. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.............yyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss!" + +He inserts his tongue inside my pussy and laps my juices. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh..................!" + +He runs his tongue the entire length of the wide open fissure between my +tingling cunt lips. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh................!" + +He sucks my clit into his mouth. + +"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh ............... yyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss ............ +I'm cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmminggggggggg! .............. Suuuuuuuck myyyyyyyyy ...... +puuuuuuuuuusssssyyyyyyyyyy!" + +As Bobby shifts his position again, his young penis begins to grow again. He +kneels between my widely spread legs, takes his dick in his hand and slides it +up and down between my wet lips a few times. Then he finds my opening and +rams it into me with one fast hard stroke. + +"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ................GOD!!!!" + +He thrusts with very long, very fast, very hard strokes. + +"OH ....... OH ....... OH GOD ........... OH ........ OH YES ......... DO IT +....... OH .......... FUCK ME ............... OH ........... FUCK ME ..... +....OH BOBBY .......... OH .......... YES ..............." + +Bobby's hand finds my sore breast and squeezes it hard. + +"Oh Bobby .................. I'm so sorry ........... I hurt you ............ +Please forgive ...............me ................ Oh .............. oh........ +ram it ............. in me ................ yes ............ ram me ......." + +Bobby arches his back and I feel his penis jerking inside me. The thought of +him cumming inside me makes me cum again also. + +We both relax as Bobby rolls over on to the bed beside me. + +"God Mom, you were great! I guess you just don't think of your own mom being +so good in bed. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I wanted to hurt you, just as +you hurt me." + +"I know darling, it's ok. We've both been hurt. I'm so sorry I have acted +the way I have. I promise it won't happen again." + +We embrace and fall asleep. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv5.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv5.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a5eef264 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/younglv5.txt @@ -0,0 +1,318 @@ +Archive-name: Affairs/younglv5.txt +Archive-author: Huggy Bear +Archive-title: Young Love 5 - Bobby's Friends + + +In the morning, I wake up with my nose itching. I try to move my hand to it +but it won't move. Neither will the other one! Am I paralyzed? I look over +at Bobby. He is gone. Looking up at my hand, I see that it is tied to the +headboard of Bobby's water bed. The blanket is over me, but I feel my legs +being held apart. Bobby has tied me spread-eagle on the bed! + +"Good morning, Mom", Bobby cheerfully remarks as he walks into the bedroom. +He is already dressed, wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a tank top. + +"Bobby, untie me, now!" + +"Not just yet, Mom. I am not finished yet." + +He pulls the blanket all the way off the bed, exposing my naked body to the +bright room light. I am so embarrassed, I want to hide, but can't. Sitting +on the bed beside me, he grasps one of my bare breasts and shakes it. + +"How are your lovely titties doing this morning?" + +"BOBBY, STOP IT!!" + +"And your cute little nipples?" + +He squeezes one and shakes it. + +"BOBBY, DON'T!!" + +"Is your pussy feeling sexy this morning?" + +He slaps my wide open pussy several times, harder than I like. It hurts and +my body flinches with each whack, creating waves on the water bed. + +I begin to sob, "Please don't, Bobby, darling." + +Bobby lays on the bed beside me, cuddles up close to me and rubs my breasts. +He sucks on a nipple and his hand drifts down to my crotch and he massages my +very responsive zone. My juices instantly begin to flow. He slides several +fingers inside me. + +I cannot put my legs together, because they are tied to the foot board on the +bed. I try to struggle free, but the ropes are securely tied. I am helpless +and at Bobby's mercy. + +Bobby stands up and removes his clothes and straddles me, sitting on my tummy +with a knee on each side. He roughly kneads both my breasts at the same time. + +"You really have nice titties, Mom." + +I blush. I am so embarrassed and humiliated. My only son is sitting on my +stomach, roughly groping my breasts. Knowing that he is trying to decide what +to do to me next, I try to struggle free one more time. It is hopeless. + +Bobby shifts higher and straddles my head with his knees and sits on my chest. + +"I think I want you to lick my balls." + +"No, Bobby, Please........" + +He reaches behind him and tightly squeezes my breast. I hurts so bad! I +stick my tongue out and lick his balls. The hair on his balls tickles my nose +and chin. + +"Ohhhh....................yes, Mom............ that feels so good!!" + +As I continue to lick, he reaches further back and pokes his fingers inside me +again. My pussy instantly gets very drenched in my juices. + +"Take one of my balls into your mouth." + +I do as instructed. Tied up like I am, I am helpless and can't stop him from +doing anything he wants. + +"Now, lick it while it is inside." + +I maneuver my tongue all around his ball inside my mouth while he continues to +molest me between my outstretched legs. He pinches my clit between his +fingers. It is too rough and doesn't feel good. + +"I want to cum now, Mom. Suck me off." He sticks his hard penis in my mouth +and I immediately begin sucking. He tastes so good that I don't mind sucking +him, if he just wouldn't be so rough with me. + +He slides his dick in and out while I suck him as good as I can, and I think +that is pretty damn good. + +"OOOHHHHHH.........MOM...........YOU ARE ......... A GREAT ............... +COCKSUCKER!!!!!................." + +Just as he says that, he fills my mouth with his jism. He crams his fingers +into my pussy and then places them on my lips. + +"Lick your pussy juice off my fingers." + +Again, being helplessly tied, I do as instructed. I lick my juices from his +fingers. + +"BING...............BONG.................." + +The doorbell. I freeze. Who could it be. + +"Bobby, untie me, quick, someone is at the door!" + +Bobby, putting on his shorts and shirt replies, "Don't get excited, Mom. I +called some friends and invited them over while you were still asleep. It's +probably just some of them." He walks out of the room. + +I hear him open the door. I hear voices, but can't tell how many. Listening +real close, I discover they have some beer and they are sitting in the living +room talking. I am real quiet, still tied spread eagle on Bobby's water bed, +struggling to free myself. I soon discover to my horror that it is hopeless, +I can't get loose. It is about midmorning and very bright in the room. I am +surprised that these boys are up so early. Usually Bobby sleeps til noon on +Sunday. I look at the door and to my horror, I notice that Bobby left the +door wide open. Anyone walking down the hall can see me laying naked on the +bed. I don't know how to get out of this mess. + +"Hi, Penny." + +"JIMMY!" + +It is one of Bobby's old high school classmates. He has never called me by my +first name before. He walks over to the bed and sits beside me. + +"God, Penny. You're beautiful." His eyes roam over my entire body, +helplessly exposed before him. His eyes are wide as he visually explores +every inch of me. + +"Jimmy, Please untie me." I blush as he continues to examine me with his +eyes. + +"I can't do that. The other guys would kill me." + +"Jimmy, I have a hundred dollars. You can have it and I will meet you one +night next week and you can do anything you wish to me. I will be your slave +for a night." + +"I can do anything I want to you right now." + +He reaches over and cups my left breast in his hand. + +"Uuuhhhhh ................. No, Jimmy, don't." + +He very lightly moves my tender mound in circles. He tweaks my nipple and +then watches it as it quickly hardens. He is very gentle and moves very +slowly. He leans over and sucks my nipple into his mouth. + +"Oooohhhhh .......... Please don't ........." + +His hand roams down to my widely spread crotch. He very delicately explores +my outer lips with his fingers. I feel myself getting wet. No! I don't want +to get wet. It will just encourage him. He will think I am getting turned +on. + +"Please untie ............. me .................. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" + + His finger slides between my lips and into my drenched cunt. Jimmy fingers +me for several minutes. + +"Penny, You're so wet! You are REALLY turned on. Steve was right, you really +are a hot woman." + +Damn that Steve! He has told the whole world that I am "putting out". That +son-of-a-bitch probably gave a blow by blow description of his night with me. + +"No, Jimmy ................. It's not true ................. I'm not hot .... +please, please ............ untie me ............... and let me up........" + +"No, you're so hot, your pussy is on fire. I've got to fuck you NOW." + +Jimmy stands up and takes off his pants, kneels between my legs, and places +the head of his dick at my opening. I am defenseless. + +"No, Jimmy ............. Please don't .............. do this............ to me +...............NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!" + +He enters me and pumps with long slow strokes. Oh, God, it feels good. His +penis is smaller than the others I've had recently and feels so good sliding +slowly in and out. My pelvis soon unconsciously starts to hunch with him. + +His hand reaches to my breast and begins to massage it once more. + +"Oh, you have nice tits, Penny." + +Man, I've heard that before, but Jimmy is expert at handling breasts. And the +way he pumps his penis in and out of me with such long slow strokes feels +incredible. I feel an orgasm approaching. + +"Ohhhhh ............. Jimmy ..................... keep fucking ............ +me, just ................ like you .................are ................. it +feels .................. so good! .............. I'm gonna ............... +cum....... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh .............. yyyyeeeeeeeesssssssss ....... +I'm CUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!" + +I feel Jimmy's cock spurting its load inside me. Sweat drops off his head +onto my face. When he finishes, he lowers his head and sucks my nipple just a +few more minutes then gets up, gets dressed and leaves the room. + +"Jimmy, don't leave me like this. Please, please untie me." + +"Hi, Penny." + +It's Don, another of Bobby's high school buddies. + +"Don, Please untie me. I will do anything you want." + +"I don't think I want to untie you just yet, Penny. Damn, your body's sexy. +I always thought you were the sexiest mom around." + +Now its Don's turn to visually examine every inch of my naked defenseless +body. He sits beside me on the bed and his hand immediately reaches for my +crotch. + +"I love a hot pussy, and you have one of the hottest. I always knew you were +a hot mom." + +I know it is useless to fight these boys. "Well come on and fuck me, big boy. +Show Mama what you've got." + +Don waists no time in getting his clothes off. His cock is already hard. I +know they have been sitting in the other room drinking beer and talking about +fucking me. + +Don lowers himself on me and his large dick slides easily inside my soaking +pussy. He pounds me much harder than Jimmy did. I start hunching back. Don +sure has a lot of self control for a young man. He fucks me for about thirty +minutes and shows no sigh of cumming. + +One of the other boys gets impatient and pokes his head in the door to see +what is happening. + +"Come ....... on .......... in ........... yes ............ fuck me ........ +oh yessssss ............. I'M CUMMMMMMMMIINGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!" + +I don't recognize the other boy, but he accepts my invitation, strips and +straddles my face. His penis is flaccid, but he lowers it into my waiting +mouth. His entire soft dick fits easily inside my mouth and I begin to suck +it, still enjoying Don pounding his hard rod into my pussy. The strange boy's +dick begins to grow inside my mouth. I hear others coming into the room. + +Someone unties my right wrist and places my hand on his cock. My left hand is +untied and placed around another hard dick. I stroke them both. The other +boy's dick begins to grow down my throat. A hand strokes my left breast and I +feel another hand on my right one. Someone licks my clit. By the softness of +the face, I know I must be a female. She licks my clit for a few seconds then +moves to Don's shaft still pumping in and out of my pussy. Then she returns +to my clit, then back to Don's dick, then again on my clit. + +I hear voices talking. + +"Hurry up, Don, I want to fuck her." + +"No, I'm next." + +"I just want to fuck her mouth!" + +"Look at her fuck!" + +"Man, she has great tits." + +"Look at that spread out pussy!" + +I explode into a monstrous orgasm. I have never felt so many sensations in my +life! Don rams my pussy, while some young lady licks my clit. Two people are +fondling my breasts while I jack off two young studs and suck another. My +orgasm triggers one in the young man I am sucking and he explodes a ton of cum +into my mouth. Don, unable to control himself any longer, gushes his cum into +my pussy. The people playing with my breasts pinch my nipples. The boys +whose dicks I am so violently stroking, begin to release their load and I +point them to my breast and let them shoot their hot stuff on them. I feel +like I will never stop cumming! + +The boy straddling my face rolls over on the bed and is replaced by someone +else. My eyes are closed in orgasm, so I open my mouth to accept the next big +dick. I feel fur on my lips, but no dick. I am still cumming. I open my +eyes to see a naked young pussy hovering over mouth. + +"Nooooooo ............. Mphmphmmmmphmmmmmmmm ........." + +She lowers her pussy onto my mouth, stifling my words. I try to turn my head +to the side, but her knees are too close to my head and I can't move it. I +feel another dick slide into my drenched pussy. The girl slides her musky +smelling pussy all over my face. She lowers her skirt over my head and since +no one can see, I begin to lick her sweet pussy. When she raises her skirt, I +stop licking and start trying to free my head again. I don't want anyone to +see me licking a pussy. She lowers her skirt back over my head and I resume +eating her. I really like eating pussy. I used to think it would be very +repulsive, but I found out very different. Eating pussy is much more +enjoyable than sucking dicks. + +"Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ................ I'M CUUUUMMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!" + +The girl cums while my tongue slides up and down her slit. It causes me to +have the strongest orgasm I have ever had. Having a large dick pump my pussy +while a sweet tasting pussy is on my face and having both tits played with is +just too much for me. I pass out from the excitement. + +I wake up some time later. The bed is soaking wet from sweat and cum. +Everyone has left. Bobby is naked lying next to me. He reaches over and cups +my very sore breast in his hand. + +"Hi, Mom, how do you feel?" + +"Very sore. That was unbelievable." + +"Yea, I know. I really go off watching you fuck and suck all those people." + +"Oh, Bobby, please hold me in your arms." + +Bobby rolls over on top of me and slides his hard penis into my sore vagina. +Very slowly, he pumps in and out. I hope this new relationship with my son +continues. At this moment, I feel closer to him than I ever have. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..51803028 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,194 @@ +Copyright © 1997 KnightRdr. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + + + + + + + + +Greetings everyone. This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. This story is just a work of fiction, so please don't take it literal. I would NEVER even think of having sex with a girl under the age of 16. With that said, I am at a block right now, and can't think of a way to continue chapter 3 (there are only three paragraphs written as of right now). Any comments, suggestions, or whatever would be quite welcome. Write to me in care of Mr. Double. + +Happy Reading, + KnightRdr + + +Youthful Seduction + +Prologue + +Before I begin my tale of sexual exploration, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Jeffrey. At the time of this writing, I am a 28 year old man who is in a relationship with an 19 year old girl named Samantha. You may say this is not too unusual, but we have been lovers for 10 years. Yes, I was 18 and she was 9 years old. Let me say now that I did not rape her in any way, nor have I ever harmed her. I didn't even seduce her. In fact, I was the one seduced. This story is to chronicle our relationship and how it all started. It takes place in the summer of '87, just after I graduated from high school in a small Northern California town. + + +Chapter one - The first day of summer + +I was lying in bed the morning after my high school graduation, mulling over in my head all the possibilities for the summer. "The parents are going away for the whole summer, so I've got the place to myself. What am I going to do? I could spend the summer at the beach checking out the babes. Maybe I could even get laid. I may not be a jock, but I'm in fairly decent shape. I got contact lenses as an 18th birthday gift, so I don't look like a geek any more." Just then my phone rang. + +"Hello?" I said into the phone. + +"Jeff? Hi, this is Mr. Johnson next door. You know, Samantha's dad?" the voice on the other end said. + +"Oh, hi Mr. Johnson! Is everything ok? Is Sam alright?" I was concerned. Sam was a very cute 9-year-old girl next door. I babysat for her on numerous occasions, and have always enjoyed it. She is pleasant to be around, and she isn't stuck on herself like a lot of girls I know. Why was her dad calling me this early in the morning though? I began to worry. + +"Yes. Sam is fine. Don't worry." He laughed a little. "What I'm calling so early about is this. I have just been offered the chance to take a business trip and vacation combined for the whole summer. My wife is going with me, however I can't take Sam. I could send Sam to her Aunt's house over in Utah, but she doesn't want to go. I know this is your summer after graduation, so I am a little hesitant to ask you this, but Sam insisted I call you. Would you be willing to take care of Sam for the summer for me? We would pay you very well, and it would be a very big favor to us. Also, " he said chuckling softly "I think she has a crush on you." + +I was a little taken aback. The last thing I had in mind was baby-sitting for the summer, but I could use the money, and I did like Sam. I quickly thought it over. + +"Sure Mr. Johnson. I'll do it. In fact, I was just lying here thinking about what to do for the summer. My parents are away for the whole summer over in Florida with family, so it will be nice to have some company." + +"Great! We have to leave right away, so if you don't mind, I'll send Sam over with a packet of stuff for you. It will have the house keys, a list of phone numbers of our family members in case of an emergency, my cell phone and pager numbers, and an ATM card with the PIN for a private checking and savings account. The savings account is for you as your payment for watching Sam. Is $5000 enough? If not, I can put more in there for you." He said. + +I was shocked. Five thousand dollars! Wow! That's a lot of money to baby-sit for the summer. I could buy a lot with that much money. "No sir, that's fine." + +"Ok, but I may throw in a little extra from time to time for you. The checking account is for you and Sam. Use it for food, entertainment, and emergencies. The bills have already been taken care of so you don't have to worry about that. Just enjoy the summer with her. I really appreciate this. You're welcome to stay at our house, or Sam can stay there with you if you want. Work that out between you two. Again, thanks. Sam will be there in 15 minutes." + +"It's my pleasure, Mr. Johnson. I like Sam, so I have no problem doing this for you. I am still in bed, so I'm going to go jump in the shower. Just tell her to walk in. I'll unlock the front door for her so she can get in." + +"Ok Jeff. Will do. Thanks again!" He hung up the phone. + +"Wow. $5000!" I thought to myself. I jumped up out of bed, unlocked the door, and got in the shower. While I was waking up the rest of the way with the steaming hot water, I felt a sudden cold breeze as Sam opened the bathroom door. + +"Hi Jeff! I'm here! The packet is on the kitchen counter. What are we going to do today?" She said, excitedly. + +"Hi Sam. Well, first of all, you're going to let me finish taking my shower. Then I need to make some breakfast. After that, I don't know yet. We'll figure that out while I'm eating." + +"Oh, ok!' + + She bounded out the room, closing the door fast, making another gust of wind. I finished my shower, went back to my room to get dressed, and went out into the kitchen. I was surprised to see that Sam had made breakfast for the both of us. There was bacon, eggs, toast, juice, and milk on the table. + +"I hope you don't mind, but I didn't have the chance to eat yet either, so I made breakfast for both of us." She looked at me looking for acceptance. + +"Thank you Sam." I smiled. "It all looks so good. Let's eat." + +Before I could sit down though, she ran up to me and gave me a big hug. When I reached down to hug her back, she gave me a kiss on the lips. Not too long, but, not a quick one, either. I was a little surprised by it, but I didn't let it get to me. Her dad did say she had a crush on me. I just shrugged it off. + +"This is going to be the greatest summer ever!" she said as she hugged me tight. I had no idea at the time how right she was. + +We sat down, ate breakfast, and outlined the summer activities. We never made any set plans, other than to go swimming every day. She had an in-ground pool in her back yard. As for the rest of the summer, we'd just take it as it came. We decided that she would spend the nights at my house so it would be like a vacation for her too. We would spend the days between both houses as the day went on. So, we went to her house, got some clothes for her, and moved her in to my house. She wanted to sleep with me, since I had such a big bed - it was a king size bed - and didn't want to sleep alone in a strange house. I thought about it carefully. I told her I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out, so I didn't think it would be a good idea. She promised not to tell anyone. She really wanted to sleep in my bed with me. I figured that I probably wasn't going to get laid anyway that summer, so I agreed to let her sleep with me. She jumped up and down excitedly. I began to wonder if this was such a good idea. + + +Chapter Two - The first night + +Later that evening, we rented a few videos and settled down on the couch to watch them together. Sam had already changed into her nightshirt, and I was in a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts. As we watched the first tape - some horror movie that was popular at the time - she started to move closer. Eventually, she was snuggled up to me with my arm around her. At first, I didn't think anything unusual about it, but I noticed her hand was high on my thigh, just under the hem of my shorts. Her hand was so soft, so warm there. My heart started to pound as I realized I was getting an erection! I was hoping she wouldn't notice it. I started to feel like a pervert. Here I was an 18-year-old guy, getting a hard-on for a nine-year-old girl! I made a mental note to slip off into the bathroom later and jerk off while she is asleep. She looked up at me and asked "Jeff, Do you have a girlfriend?" + +"No, I don't. Why do you ask?" + +"Oh, no reason. Just wondering I guess. Have you ever kissed a girl?" + +"Other than my mom or family, no, I haven't" + +"Would you like to kiss me?" + +"Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked, not knowing exactly what was going through her head at the moment. + +"Yes. I do. I want you to kiss me Jeff." + +I bent my head down to kiss her. She had already lifted her head to meet mine. Our lips touched for a few moments. I tried to end the kiss, but she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me to her. I didn't fight it, but in the back of my mind I knew this wasn't right. Our kiss became warmer as we went on. She opened her mouth a little, and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth and she quickly pushed her tongue into it. She was frenching me! A nine-year-old girl was French kissing me! I lost control. My cock started jerking and I came in my shorts. She broke off the kiss. + +"Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" she asked. She looked worried. + +"No sweetheart. I'm ok. You didn't do anything wrong." I replied, hoping I wouldn't have to explain what happened. + +"You had an orgasm, didn't you?" She said excitedly. + +"How do you know about that?" + +"I read a book about it. I also play with my pussy at night, so I get them too." + +I was a little shocked. I didn't expect her to know about orgasms, and I CERTAINLY didn't expect her to play with herself! I just shook my head and smiled. I knew then that I was going to have an interesting summer, and maybe get laid after all! + +"Sam, I think it's time we went to bed." I said. + +She jumped up off the couch excitedly and practically dragged me to the bedroom. I left a nightlight on in the room, hoping I could catch a glimpse of her body naked. As it turned out, I didn't need to hope. She pulled off her nightshirt and panties. + +"Aren't you going to get naked, too?" She asked, looking disappointed. + +I looked at her naked body for a moment. She was about 5 feet tall, compared to my 5'11". She had red hair, green eyes, and pale skin with a light covering of freckles. She had no pubic hair, and for breasts, she had a slight swelling, with perky nipples that were poking straight out. Her ass and legs were perfect too. Overall, I had to rate her as a perfect "10" even though she was only nine years old. + +"Of course I am," I said as I stripped off my shirt and shorts. "I was just stunned at your beauty." I smiled. + +She beamed at me. "You really think I'm beautiful? I was afraid you wouldn't like me cause I'm so little and I don't have any boobs yet." + +"You are perfect Sam. Just perfect." I said as I picked her up in my arms and laid her in the bed. Then I lied down in the bed next to her. I stroked her leg and side with my hand as she looked at me and smiled. I knew what I had to do. I kissed her warmly on the lips. I let my hand slide down to her pussy lips. I gently ran my finger up and down her slit. She was already wet. I slipped my finger inside her pussy. She was very tight. I slipped it in farther, looking for her hymen, but I never found it. I sunk my finger in all the way to the hilt, and I never felt it. She must have lost it riding her bicycle or something. + +"Ohhhhhhh" she moaned. + +I then kissed her neck and her little breasts, sucking on her nipples. I kissed down her tight little tummy. Then I reached her pussy. I slid my tongue over her clit. As soon as I did that, she started cumming. + +"Ohhhhhhh gooooooooooooooddddddddddd!!!!!! I'm cummmmmmming!!!" She screamed as she thrashed about with my finger buried in her tight little pussy. After she settled down, I pulled my finger out of her. She looked at me with disappointment now that her pussy was empty. + +"Can you put your thing in me? I want to feel it. I want us to 'do it'" she asked. + +"Are you sure? It might hurt you. My dick is a lot bigger than my finger." + +"I don't care. I want it!" + +I just shrugged and said, "Ok sugar. If you're sure." + +She spread her legs open wide for me as I climbed over her body. My cock was rock hard now, and it was dripping with pre-cum. I spread it over the head to get it slick. I also squeezed the head to make it smaller so it would go in her easier. I guided my cock at her opening, gently pushing it in. Even as wet as she was, she was still very tight. I barely got the head in when I heard her grunt. + +"Ooofff!" She said + +"Are you alright? Do you want me to take it out?" + +"NO! Don't take it out!" she shouted. "I'm alright. It's just bigger than I expected that's all. Please, fuck me. I want you. I love you." + +I pushed my cock in farther. Slowly, I kept pushing it in until I was in all the way. Finally, my balls were resting against her ass. She raised her legs and wrapped them around me, digging her heels into my butt, pushing me as deep into as I could go. + +"Oh god, my pussy feels so stuffed. Let me get used to it for a minute." I held still for a minute so she could get used to my cock deep inside her. I did flex my cock inside her a little though, making her squeal in delight. + +"Umm...That feels good. Now, fuck me!" + +I slowly started pulling my cock out of her pussy, making sure only to go halfway out. I didn't want to slip out. I pushed it back in. She started moaning again. I started moving a little faster in her, loving the feeling of how tight her pussy was. Soon, I was sawing my cock in and out of her. My balls were slapping against her ass. She was so tight, I could tell I was going to cum soon again, even though I had just cum a short time ago. She started thrashing under me. Her hips moved up to meet each of my strokes. Just as I felt the cum welling up in my balls, she started wailing and howling. + +"I'm cumming! Oh god I'm cumming!" she yelled. + +As she came, her pussy contractions set me off. I flooded her insides with jism. I kept fucking her as we both came. Our combined juices spilled out of her, making a foamy mess. Finally, we stopped fucking. I didn't pull out of her as I kissed her. She responded to the kiss by sucking my tongue into her mouth. My cock didn't get soft, so I wrapped my arms around her, and managed to roll over, pulling her on top of me while staying inside her. + +She sat up on me, pushing my cock into her deeper than it ever went before. She started rocking her hips, making my cock drive in and out of her. I put my hands on her tiny hips. As she fucked me, I could see pure lust in her eyes, and they were glazed over as she came again and again. I gave one final hard thrust upward, driving my cock deep into her as I came again. She collapsed on top of me, keeping my cock buried in her. It was still hard as a rock, but I was too tied to fuck her any more. I put my arms around her and held her close to me. She kissed me deeply and smiled. + +As she lay there on top of me, I looked in her eyes again, this time seeing something different than lust. I saw love. Pure love. She loved me. She was in love with me. As much as I knew it was wrong, I loved her too. I was in love with a nine-year-old girl. She sighed and said "Jeff, I love you. I've loved you ever since you first babysat me when I was 5 years old. Ever since I saw mommy and daddy making love I knew I would make love to you someday. That's why when they had to go on that business trip I wanted to have you watch me. I wanted you. I hope you aren't mad at me." + +"Oh sweetheart. I love you too. I couldn't be mad at you for this. I'm glad you wanted me to watch you." I replied. I held her tightly to me and kissed her again. + +She laid her head on my chest, and fell asleep quickly. Poor thing, she was worn out from our lovemaking. Actually, so was I. I held on to her and fell asleep too, my cock still buried in her pussy. That's the way we stayed all night. + +Chapter Three - The morning after + +When I woke up the next morning, I saw the most beautiful sight. Samantha was still sleeping, and she looked so angelic. It was hard to believe this nine-year-old angel had fucked me like an animal the previous night. I stared at her for a long time, studying her body closely. I looked her over completely - every curve and every swell. She was so pretty. I watched her sleep for at least an hour. Finally, at around ten a.m., she stirred, waking up. I smiled at her. "Good morning sweetheart." I said to her. + +"Good morning." She gave out a moan as she stretched. God, her body was beautiful as she did. I could feel my cock start to stiffen as I looked at her. "Oh goody! For me?" she asked excitedly. + +She grabbed at my hardening cock and quickly got on top of me. She guided my cock into her already wet pussy and shoved herself down on it in one stroke. I just let her fuck me through three climaxes of her own before I had my own, flooding her cunt with my cream. + + + + +Well, that's it for now. If you have any suggestions as where this story can go from here, I'd love to hear them. + +KnightRdr + + + + + + + + + + + +-- + + +Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! + +http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html + +Be There..... \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a7122e1d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/youthsd2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Summary of the story so far: + + Eighteen year old Jeff has been asked by nine year old Samantha's parents to babysit for her while they are gone for the summer for a business trip. The first night, Sam gets Jeff to make love to her, and she confesses her longtime crush on him. + + + + +Chapter Three - The morning after + +When I woke up the next morning, I saw the most beautiful sight. Samantha was still sleeping, and she looked so angelic. It was hard to believe this nine-year-old angel had fucked me like an animal the previous night. I stared at her for a long time, studying her body closely. I looked her over completely - every curve and every swell. She was so pretty. I watched her sleep for at least an hour. Finally, at around ten a.m., she stirred, waking up. I smiled at her. "Good morning sweetheart." I said to her. + +"Good morning." She gave out a moan as she stretched. God, her body was beautiful as she did. I could feel my cock start to stiffen as I looked at her. "Oh goody! For me?" she asked excitedly. + +She grabbed at my hardening cock and quickly got on top of me. She guided my cock into her already wet pussy and shoved herself down on it in one stroke. I just let her fuck me through three climaxes of her own before I had my own, flooding her cunt with my cream. She collapsed on my chest and layed on me for several minutes before I told her we really should get up and get on with the day. Reluctantly, she agreed. + +After a quick morning shower together, we got dressed and decided to go out for breakfast instead of cooking. Since by this time it was closer to noon, we went out to a local burger joint for lunch. We had the usual fast food fare: burgers, fries, and cokes. While we were eating, we started talking about the day's events. + +"So, what do YOU want to do today?" I asked her. "Besides make love all day" I whispered to her. She giggled and made a pouting face. "Not today anyway hon. Another day, ok?" + +"Oh, alright. As long as you promise we'll spend a whole day in bed some day this week and make love all day long." She said. + +"I promise. Scout's honor." I replied. "Seriously though, what do you want to go do today?" + +"I wanna go to Disneyland! I've never been there cause mom and dad have always been too busy to take me." She said quickly. + +"Hmmm, Disneyland eh? That's a heck of a drive from here. At least 8 hours or more." I did a little figuring in my head, and thought it over carefully. "How about this. If we're gonna down to L.A. to go to Disneyland, we may as well stay for a few days and do a bunch of stuff. I'll make a few phone calls and make reservations at the Disneyland Hotel, and we can leave on Wednesday morning. Then we'll stay down there for a whole week, ok?" + +Her eyes lit up with this news. "Yayyyy!!!!!" She clapped her hands together excitedly. "Jeff, you're the best babysitter ever!" + +"Awwwww. Thanks hon. Well, after we finish up here, lets go home, and I'll make those phone calls. Then, we can go for a swim, ok?" + +"Ok. Deal." + +So, we finished eating our burgers and went over to her house to go swimming. Since there was no one around to bother us, and she had a tall fence that no one could peek through, we went skinny dipping. Seeing her sexy little body in that water had me hard as a rock quickly. She noticed this immediately, and so she swam up to me and grabbed my cock. + +"This must be cold in the water. Let me warm it up for you." She said. With that, she pressed her body up against me and pushed my cock up into her pussy. "There, nice and warm, isn't it?" + +"Oh yes, very warm." I smiled. She then proceded to fuck me in the pool. I was a little nervous, hoping that no one would peek through the fence or come to the back yard and catch us fucking. But, that tight little pussy around my cock made it difficult for me to worry about anything else but cumming deep in her. She slid up and down on my cock, the water making her lighter than normal, so she easily bounced around. After a few minutes of this, we came quickly together, since we were so horny. + +"That was good." She said breathlessly after coming down from her climax. "I needed that." She smiled up at me, then kissed me deeply, her tongue and mine dueling to see who's tongue would go in who's mouth. She won. After we broke off the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes and said "I love you Sam." + +"I love you too Jeff." She replied. I hugged her tight for a long time. + +Finally, we were starting to get a little cold, so we got out of the pool, dried off, got dressed, and wandered back over to my house. Once there, we watched a little TV, ate dinner, cuddled on the couch, and then went to bed where we made love for a while before falling fast asleep in each other's arms. We had a busy day ahead of us. + +Chapter 4 - The shopping trip + +We woke up to the alarm's persistant clamor. 8:00am. Ugh. I was half tempted to hit the snooze, but we had a lot to do today, so I knew I had to get us up. Of course, my cock was up long before I was, but we really didn't have time to make love. I woke Sam up. + +"Sam honey, time to get up sweetheart." I shook her lightly. She opened her eyes and gave a little whimper of annoyance from being woke up from her blissful slumber. "We gotta get moving. We have a lot to do today." + +"Make love to me first." She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled at me. She kissed me deeply, thrusting her tounge in my mouth. How could I say no? I climbed on top of her, and slid my cock into her pussy. She was already wet and horny, but then again, it seemed like she was horny all the time (not that I'm complaining mind you). We fucked hard for about 15 minutes. It seemed like she had one constant orgasm the whole time. Finally, with a howl and one last thrust, I came, collapsing on her. She wrapped her arms around me tight, and kept her legs locked around my ass, not wanting to let me go. Finally, we got up, took showers (alone, because we couldn't get anything done otherwise), had breakfast, and we were off to the mall. + +We stopped at the bank, where I withdrew about $1500, of which a grand of it became traveller's checks. Better safe than sorry. The $500 that was left over was for us to go shopping with, which we spent at the mall. + +"Jeff?" + +"Yes sweetheart?" + +"I want to buy some new clothes for the trip, but I don't want to you see what I buy. I want to surprise you. Can I go to a couple of stores alone?" + +"Well, I shouldn't leave you by yourself, but I promise not to peek while you shop, ok?" + +"Ok." + +She dragged me to The Gap, The Closet, DEBS, and a myriad of other places. I didn't know there were so many clothing stores just for girls. After we spent about $250 on clothes for her, she wanted to stop at one more store. Fredrick's of Hollywood. She insisted that I let her go in by herself there. Reluctantly, I gave in, so I just sat outside the store and waited. I did get a good look at the salegirl inside. She was a very well stacked redhead, with very large breasts and a great figure. Before Sam and I fell in love, the redhead would have raised a hard-on in me in a heartbeat, but instead, I felt nothing. I admired her beauty, but I didn't get excited. + +I sat there for a while, trying not to peek at Sam's shopping, but instead thought about why the salesgirl didn't get a rise out of me. Could it be that I was a pedophile and didn't know it up until now? Or was it just that I loved Sam so much, that I didn't care about looking at other women? I knew that was madly in love with Sam. I thought about that too. Was it wrong for me to be in love with such a young girl? This wasn't your average "I love you like a little kid" kind of love, this was full on, head over heels, I want to be with you forever kind of love. I started to think about the last couple of days with Sam. We were making love several times a day. She was a very lovely young girl, I had to admit, and she was a terrific lover. Just thinking about her was giving me a tremendous erection. I had to think about something else so I could get rid of it, or I wasn't going to be standing for a while. Finally, it went away, just as Sam came out of Fredrick's with a small bag. + +"So, what did you buy?" I asked. + +"Uh uh uh! You have to wait until we get to Disneyland to see what I bought. Believe me, you won't be disappointed." + +"Hon, you could never disappoint me." I smiled. She wrapped her arms around me tight and kissed me deeply, making my cock start to stir again. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the salesgirl staring at us in shock. I broke off the kiss and said, "Come on, let's get out of here before we get in trouble. The salesgirl is watching us." + +"So let her watch, I don't care. You're my boyfriend, not hers." + +"Yes, but if she were to call the cops, then I'll be in jail, and we won't be able to be together anymore." + +"Ok, I understand. I don't want to lose you. I guess we'll have to be a little more careful in public, huh?" + +I smiled at her. She was pretty smart for her age. "Yep. That's right. We can still kiss, but not like we are lovers. We'll have to kiss like brother and sister or something like that. That way we don't raise any suspicions. Ok?" + +"Ok." She was a little hurt by that, I could tell, but she forced a smile. + +"That's my girl" I smiled. "Now, let's get something to eat and then go home. I'm horny as hell and want to make love." + +"No." + +"No?" I was taken aback. The last thing I expected to hear was "no". + +"No. I want you to take me home right now and FUCK me! FUCK me hard! Then we can eat." + +I laughed. "Ok, you win, we'll fuck instead of making love. Then we'll order a pizza. How's that?" + +"I thought you'd see it my way" she giggled. + +So, we went home, and no sooner did I have the door shut than she was stripped naked, and was taking my clothes off me. She got down on the floor on her knees, waved her ass at me and said, "come on big boy, give me that cock. FUCK ME!" I didn't need any more encouragement. I got on the floor behind her, and rammed my cock home. She let out a yell "oh yeah! Fuck me, fuck meeee." I fucked her hard and fast till I came with a final thrust. That triggered her own climax. She screamed as she came. We stayed joined like that for several minutes, coming down from our highs from orgasm. Finally, we separated ourselves and got our clothes on. + +"Let's go to my house and go swimming and order a pizza for dinner. Ok?" she said. It sounded good to me. + +"Sure, let's go." We went over, swam for a couple of hours, had pizza, and then went back to my house. Where we did the usual watching TV and stuff. + +The next day was nothing special. We just kind of made last minute preparations for our trip and lazed around the house. She decided that we should spend the entire day in the nude so we could make love whenever we wanted to without hassle. I figured "what the hell. Why not?", we were alone and we wouldn't be bothered. I did call her parents on their cell phone to let them know where we were going so they wouldn't get worried if they tried to call and we didn't answer the phone for a week. They had no problem with it. In fact, they thought it was a great idea. Mr. Johnson even put $1500 into the account to cover the cost of our trip! I told him that he didn't have to do that, but he insisted. Sam talked to him on the phone and told him that she was having a great time. It was hard for her to keep from giggling since we were talking to her dad while we were both naked and I was fingering her pussy the whole time. As soon as she said goodbye and hung up the phone, she jumped me and fucked me for a couple of hours. + + +End of chapter 4. Coming soon, Chapter 5 through ???? Jeff and Sam take a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth. + +I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Keep those suggestions coming. I will consider all suggestions. I may not use them all, but I will keep them under advisement for this story, or maybe even future stories. + + +KnightRdr + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..431fb9a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,323 @@ +Copyright (c) 1997 The Story Teller. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + +The Young Muggers +by The Story Teller + +Peter is my young nephew of just 13 years of age and I am his favourite Uncle, +which was no surprise as I am his only Uncle. Since he was five-year-old, I had +looked after him every Saturday while my Sister and brother-in-law went away +buying for their shop. They would drop him off early in the morning and pick him +up early on Sunday as they often didn't return until late on Saturday night. So +Peter would sleep over at my house for the night. + +Peter is one of those boys that you just can't stop looking at and admiring. +When I take him out to the beach or whatever, you can't but help notice the +sideways looks he gets from everybody. He has beautiful blonde hair and a +wonderful body tan. Whenever the sun is out he would be stripped to his trunks +and soaking up the sun's rays. That's assuming we were out in public but if we +were out in the back garden, he would strip off everything. We never told his +parents about it because they had rather strange ideas about nudity and so it +was our little secret. I often wondered if they were been curious how Peter's +body was always well tanned all over with no bikini line whatsoever. + +Sometimes, when it was really hot, I would strip off as well. I often would +study him when he was naked and wonder at his young beauty. Since he was ten, +his body has developed into a young manliness with well-developed chest and a +good tuft of pubic hair around his penis. He is wonderfully slim and has a +lovely rounded pair of bum cheeks. It wouldn't be long before I would feel my +own cock stirring after watching him and I would have to make some excuse for +going back into the house and relieving myself. I'm sure he guessed what I was +doing but we never talked about it. In fact, until quite recently and because he +was my nephew, we never discussed anything sexual and apart from a little body +contact during play we never made any form of sexual contact. + +Last Saturday, for the very first time, Peter approached the subject of sex. It +was a gorgeous day and we were sat out in the garden and both stark naked. +Unusually to normal, Peter seemed to be always sitting or standing more openly +in front of me. It was as if he was trying to get me aroused. I was lying on my +back on the sun lounger when he pulled up his chair close alongside me so that +it was facing towards me. He sat on the chair with his legs spread wide apart +and his arms resting on the arms of the chair. It was obvious that he wanted me +to see as much as his nakedness as possible. I tried not to look but my eyes +were drawn to him like a magnet. "Do you like me?" he said. +"Of course I do," I replied. +"No I mean do you really like me?" he said as he placed one of his hands +tantalisingly close to his penis. +"I think you're a fine young man," I said embarrassingly. +This was a boy I had always wanted but knew I couldn't have but here he was +trying to lure me. "But wouldn't you like to have me," he said in a very +tempting manner, "Wouldn't you like to touch me?" +I immediately felt my cock responding to his words and it began to rise. Peter +noticed and stared at it. "I'd be lying to say anything else and I would love to +physically enjoy your company but it's just not possible Peter. I am your Uncle +and you are my nephew and it's not possible for us to get involved," I replied. +"So you would like to but you can't," said Peter and continued, "I suppose your +going to go and have a wank know?" +I felt quite uncomfortable at this last remark as he'd had obviously known for +quite a while what I was doing. Unfortunately, he was right and I jumped up and +went indoors and relieved myself. + +The next day, my sister picked up Peter as usual and I was once again alone. For +once I was glad to see Peter go and I could now get some time to myself to come +to terms with what had been said. I couldn't get him out of my head. Later that +afternoon I went for my usual walk. Something I did most Sunday afternoons. I +enjoyed the solitude and I found it very relaxing. This Sunday, I had more than +usual to think about! + +As I walked over the dale and down past the stream, close to the woodlands, I +noticed that I wasn't alone. Although I couldn't see anybody, I could hear +people moving about and I began to walk a bit more briskly. Just when I thought +I was out of danger someone jumped out in front of me brandishing a knife. He +was wearing a mask but I would guess he was about 15 or 16 years old and quite +well built. I froze for a moment and then turned around and tried to make a run +for it. I soon realised that he wasn't alone and that there was another 4 +younger kids behind me, all brandishing knives and wearing masks. I knew it was +pointless trying to escape and once again froze. + +The oldest boy shouted, "Hand over your money or we'll kill you!" One never +thinks one would get caught and at first I thought perhaps this was a wind up +but after looking around I realised that they were serious. I put my hands in my +pockets and handed over the little change I had in my pocket. "Is that all you +have?" demanded the oldest boy. +"Sorry but yes that's all I have on me," I replied. +"Well give us your watch," he demanded. +I took my watch off and handed it to him. With that I could hear a couple of +other kids approaching with another youngster. One of the kids had the youngster +in an armhold and he shouted, "I got another one here!" +As they approached us, the older boy shouted back, "Did he have any money?" +"None at all," they replied. As they finally joined us the boy pushed the +youngster towards me and it was then I realised that the youngster was my nephew +Peter. +"What we going to do now," said one of the younger kids. +"I don't know," said the oldest one, "any ideas?" +A dark skinned lad spoke up, "Well I reckon that the kid is about my size and I +could do with a nice new jacket like he's wearing. In fact all his clothes look +better than mine!" +The older boy thought for a while and then said to Peter, "Hey kid, what's your +name?" +"Peter" +"Well, Peter, you heard what my friend said. He'd like to have your clothes, so +I guess you better start stripping off and giving them to him!" said the older +boy. +The weather had turned and a cold wind had blown up. "But it's freezing," said +Peter. +"Just do as your told," the oldest boy replied, "If you value your life, that +is." I looked at Peter and beckoned him to do has he was told. As Peter took off +his jacket and handed it over to the dark haired boy, the older boy said, "Hang +on a minute." He turned to me and said "What's your name?" +"Dave," I replied. +"Okay Dave. I think you should undress Peter." I couldn't believe what was being +asked of me. At long last I could get to undress my nephew. I lifted his arms +and pulled of his jumper off over his head. I then I unbuttoned his shirt and +let it drop to the floor. For a moment I forget the situation we were in and I +run my hand over his shoulders and down over his chest. "Wow! We got a right one +here," said the oldest boy. " I think Dave's enjoying this! Come on Dave get +stuck in. I want you to undress Peter as if you really want him!" The boys all +sat around us ready for the show. Here we were in the middle of nowhere and I +was being forced to do something I have dreamt about for years. I began to kiss +Peter's chest. I slowly sucked on his nipples that were now standing proud. I +moved down to his stomach and curled my tongue into his deep belly button, +something I'd always wanted to do as it looked so appealing. I run my fingers +around the rim of his trousers and with a sharp tug released his trousers from +around his waist and let them slip to the ground. "Keep going and take his +underpants off!" I hadn't intended to stop and I slipped my hand down the back +off his underpants and fondled his beautiful round cheeks. I placed my face +close to his groin and could see his organ standing erect in his pants and a +small patch of pre-cum staining the front of them. I slowly tugged at his pants +until his organ popped out from under them. Here I was only inches from his +wonderfully formed circumcised cock. "Suck it you Nancy!" Oh yes please, I +thought to myself. I slipped my lips over the end of his penis and let it slip +deep inside my mouth. I was surprised how long his penis was and before I knew +it was banging against the back of my throat. The taste of his pre-cum was like +nectar and I couldn't wait to take his full load. + +It wasn't long before Peter's body began to spasm and I knew I was soon to taste +his nectar. The times I had dreamt of tasting it and now at long last I was +about to. Once again Peter's body spasmed and jerked and I felt his first spurt +of cum hit my throat and then the second and the third. I found it difficult to +swallow quickly enough as wave after wave of his nectar left the end of his +cock. For a boy of just 13 he certainly had a lot to give and his cum was thick +and creamy. Peter had given everything and he collapsed to his knees in complete +exhaustion. + +"Very good!" said the oldest boy. "You obviously enjoyed that too much." He +began to converse with the other boys and I could hear them snigger at what he +was saying. "Okay," he said turning back to me, "as you enjoy it so much then +you're going to do all of us! Just like you done Peter, starting with me!" +The boys circled around me, making it obvious that although the oldest boy had +given his knife to one of the other boys, there was no escaping. The oldest boy +stood in front of me and said, "Come on then start stripping me and do it like +you did it to Peter." I did what I was told and slowly removed his clothes and +started to work on his cock. This boy was obviously a lot older as I had first +imagined and his body was that of young man with a fair amount of hair covering +is older but still young body. His cock was surrounded by masses of pubic hair +and it was thick and black. I would judge that his rod was some 7 or 8 inches in +length as I found that when I took into my mouth, I couldn't reach the base of +his shaft without gagging myself. I could see that this boy was more experienced +than Peter was and he was moving his body in unison with my sucking motions. It +wasn't long before I felt his load release itself inside my mouth. It wasn't as +sweet as Peter's and I had trouble swallowing it, even though it was no more in +quantity than what Peter had given me. + +Once I had finished, the boy gathered his clothes together and redressed. The +next boy stood in front of me and I started again. Then the next boy and so on. +Although each of them was wearing a mask, when I got to see their naked bodies, +I worked out that they would taking it turns according to their age. Starting +from the oldest down to the youngest. When I got to the sixth and final boy and +undressed him, I could see that he wasn't any older than about 8 years old. He +had no pubic hair whatsoever and his cock was no more than a couple of inches in +length and his balls were still taught. I sucked and sucked his cock and several +times I had his balls as well in my mouth. Although I could only see the boy's +eyes, I could see that he was desperate to cum like his pals had but he just +wasn't capable of it. I finally gave up and apologised to the boy. + +The oldest boy turned to me and said, "I told you that you had to do the same to +all of us and you have failed. For that you're going to be punished!" He +beckoned me to follow him and we all headed into the woodland. Once we were deep +inside the woodland, he turned to me and said, "Okay, this will do. Take your +upper clothes off!" I did as I was told and stripped from the waist up. I had +noticed earlier that one of the boys was carrying a large holdall and the oldest +boy was now rummaging inside it. He produced some heavy rope and told me to +stand facing a large nearby tree trunk. He tied my hands together so that I was +wrapped around the tree trunk with my naked back exposed to the boy's mercy. The +oldest boy handed a large branch off a tree to the youngest boy that I had +failed to satisfy and told him to punish me as hard as he could. The young boy +started to whip my back with the branch. Although he was only small, he had a +tremendous strength and each swipe of the branch on my back caused me to jump +with pain. It wasn't long before I could feel small trickles of blood running +down by back. The swipes kept coming, one after another and the pain became +unbearable and I slumped down, held up only by the rope around my wrists. One of +the boys untied me and I fell to the ground. The oldest boy turned to Peter and +said, "I want you to clean up Dave. He's taken his punishment and I'm sure he'll +do exactly as he's told from now on. By the way I want you to clean up his back +using only your tongue!" Peter began to lick the blood off my back and +shoulders. It felt good. I could feel his naked body on top of mine and didn't +take long before I recovered from my ordeal. + +Once again the group of boys huddled together and talked and giggled. I knew +they were deciding what else they were going to do to us. Although I was fearful +at what they may suggest, I found that my cock was throbbing with excitement. It +wasn't long before they had agreed what was going to happen next and within +minutes they had me tied over an old fallen tree trunk, stark naked with my bum +standing out proud. The oldest boy once again started and pulled his pants down +and within seconds his shaft was deep inside my anus. He rose up and down so +that his shaft was almost out of my anus and then he would push with all his +might so that his balls were pressing hard against by bum cheeks. He'd obviously +done this before and the other boys were watching in fascination and keen for it +to be their turn. After each boy had cum inside me, Peter had to clean him them +up using his tongue. When the youngest boy tried he failed to reach an orgasm as +before but pretended to enjoy it and no one commented that his cock was still +clean. Peter was then told to do what the others had done and so he mounted me +and I felt his beautiful cock deep inside me. He pumped and pumped and I could +feel his body shuddering as he came close to releasing his load in me. Before he +could release his load, I felt some of the boys tying a rope around Peter and +myself and within moments Peter was tied tight to my back, with his cock still +deep inside me. The ropes were so tight that Peter was unable to pull his cock +out. They released me from the tree trunk and I was ordered to stand up. They +tied Peter harder to my back so that neither of us could breathe properly and we +had to take it in turns to take a breath. + +The group of boys forced me to walk with Peter attached to me for about two +miles, deeper into the woodland. Every step I took I could feel Peter's cock +getting gripped between my cheeks. Twice, I felt Peter's cum release itself +inside me. Each time Peter would start breathing faster which would make it hard +for me to breath. I could also hear his cum squelching inside me and some of it +was running down my legs. My body was covered in small cuts as the bushes and +branches cut into me as we passed them. One of the boys in front of me was +purposely holding back the foliage and then releasing it as I was passing them. +When we finally were ordered to stop alongside a stream, they untied Peter from +my back. I was ordered to follow three of the boys and was led to the stream and +was told to going and wash myself down. The water was icy cold but I did as I +was told and washed my body in the cold water. + +When we rejoined the rest of the group, I could see that Peter had been staked +to the ground on his front and in a spread-eagled position. The sun was starting +to set and the sky was turning a subtle shade of orange. The light falling on +Peter's body complimented his already beautiful tan and he looked so inviting. +The older boy turned to me and said, "Okay, you've been good and you obviously +want him, so go ahead and enjoy it." He was right of course! I knelt between his +legs and stretched over his waiting body and stroked his shoulders and back. I +could feel his young tender skin under my fingers. I wanted this boy so much but +because he was my nephew, I had always held myself back but now I was being +ordered to take him. My organ was fully erect and dangling waitingly between my +legs. I caressed his buttocks and let my fingers run into the opening of his +anus. I guessed that Peter had never received anal before and I wanted to loosen +him up a little. I obviously loved this young man and I didn't want to hurt him +more than I had to. I was astonished how easily his anus took my fingers and +before long I had all four fingers deep inside him. He writhed as much as he +could under the restraints that held him down. My cock was already glistening +with pre-cum and so 1 wiped it onto my fingers and rubbed it into his opening +for lubrication. I then rubbed my cock up and down his opening spreading as much +of the pre-cum as I could before finally pressing the head of my cock into him. +He started to groan but I knew that I had to go through with it. I pushed harder +and with a mighty slurping sound my cock went deeper into him. He groaned even +louder. I decided it would be best to get the initial pain over and done with +for Peter and pushed with all my might and my rod finally pushed all the way in +and my balls were tight up against Peter's cheeks. Peter gave out an almighty +shriek which slowly faded to groans of pleasure as I gently pumped my nephew's +anus. The pumping got faster and faster and remembering that through all this +ordeal, I so far hadn't had an orgasm, I was soon pumping my load into him. Wave +after wave of my hot cum was releasing inside him. No longer was Peter shouting +in pain but in shear ecstasy. I finally collapsed on top of him with complete +exhaustion. + +It was now virtually dark and it was obvious that the boys had to go home. The +older boy turned to Peter and myself and said, "Okay, we've finished with you +now. We've got to go home and we got to make sure that you don't follow us. What +we're going to do is tie you both up and then leg it. By the way we know you're +related, so don't get any ideas about going to the police as we'll claim that +you mugged us David and I'm sure Peter's mother would love to hear that you +raped her son." + +They tied me to a tree with my back against the tree. I was still stark naked +and so was Peter. The oldest boy picked up Peter by his feet and tied his legs +around the tree so that Peter was dangling upside down facing me. Using more +rope they tied Peter so that his cock was pressing against my face and was told +to open my mouth and let his cock into my mouth. They then tied Peter's head so +that he had to take my cock into his mouth. Try to imaging the picture, this was +a vertical '69' position and the ropes were so tight that we couldn't release +each other's cocks from each other's mouth. They left us and I could see them +disappearing through the woods with the little vision I had between the legs of +Peter. Regardless of everything that had happened and the concern of how we were +going to get out of the situation we were in, I just could help myself. The +taste of Peter's organ in my mouth once again was wonderful and I was soon +sucking hard on his organ. Peter, being in an inverted position, wasn't +reciprocating but I continued to play and tease his organ. It took along time +before Peter finally gave up the fight and he released another full load of his +cum inside my mouth. At the same moment I reached an orgasm myself and shot a +load of my own cum into Peter's mouth. He began to choke as he couldn't swallow +my cum because he was upside down. He began to cry and was quite distressed as +he tried to breath. He tried to spit out some of the cum but into ran up his +nose and made him choke even more. I realised what I'd done but I was helpless +to do anything. What was I going to tell his mother, I killed him with my cum, +the cum that he didn't have to take! + +With that I was aware that we weren't alone. The oldest mugger reappeared from +the bushes and began to untie Peter. "I'm sorry that wasn't part of the plan," +the mugger said and disappeared. He left me tied to the tree but had completely +untied Peter and left him on the ground trying to regain his breath. He had also +thrown our clothes in a bundle on the ground. Something else that he'd done was +that he hadn't worn the mask that he'd been wearing all afternoon. I had +recognised him as one of Peter's friends. Peter finally got his breath back and +without untying me he said, "I'm sorry for this afternoon." Before I could +answer he placed his wonderfully formed lips against mine and gave a lovely deep +kiss. He ran his mouth down my chest and settled on one of my nipples and sucked +it. "I do love you Uncle Dave," he said. +"I love you too Peter," I replied. It had finally dawned on me that Peter and +his friends had staged the whole afternoon. I had been taken in by the whole +thing and what a wonderful time I'd had. +"Are you going for walk next Sunday, Uncle Dave?" +"Too right I am" I replied. + + +To be continued. + + +-- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..080487fa --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,362 @@ +Copyright (c) 1997 The Story Teller. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + +The Young Muggers by 'The Story Teller' + +Chapter 2 + +After the experience of last Sunday, the week seemed to drag as I looked forward +to the weekend and meeting my nephew, Peter. Last Sunday was probably the best +day I had ever spent in my life. I still bear some of the scars of all the cuts +and bruises that I received but they were reminders of the wonderful time I'd +had and the day I took my nephew. + +At long last its Saturday morning and Peter is due to be dropped off at any +moment by his parents. I'm dying to talk about last Sunday with him and I am +hoping he still feels the same way about me. The doorbell rings and I answered +it and there was Peter. I waved to his parents as they reversed out of the +driveway and then closed the door. "Hi Uncle Dave" said Peter. +"Hi Peter," I answered, "By the way you don't need to call me Uncle anymore, +when your parents aren't about. After last weekend, it makes me feel guilty and +I think it might be better if we just consider ourselves as good friends and not +relations!" +"Don't you mean lovers," said Peter. +His remarked almost embarrassed me but he was right and replied, "Okay lovers! +So you still feel the same about me, do you?" +"Of course I do. And you?" +"Yes, I do. It's just I wasn't sure that in the cold light of day that you'd +want to go on with a relationship. There's something else I been wanting to ask +you..." I hesitated for a moment and continued, "Let's put it this way, I'm not +gay and I like women as well, how about you?" +"No, I'm not gay but I guess we're both bisexual after last week. I love you but +in a different way to how I feel towards girls. I love sex and I enjoy being +with you." +I reached out and grasped his hand and pulled him towards me. His mouth beckoned +me to kiss it and I surrendered to it. I placed my hands on his shoulders as our +mouths were entwined. My hands soon moved down his back and under his pants and +I began stroking the bare skin of his buttocks. Peter's hands moved down the +front of my body and were unbuttoning my trousers and they were soon around my +ankles along with my briefs. "Dave," he said, "last week I tasted your meat and +it was nice but it nearly choked me. I'd like to try again but in the upright +position." +"Be my guest," I quickly replied. +We were still in the hallway and was already stripped from the waist down with +young lad giving me a blow-job. I wondered what sought of day we had ahead of +us. His beautiful tender lips were wrapped around the crown of my penis. His +young tongue was teasing the end of cock and I could feel the pressure welling +up in my balls. I knew I couldn't stand this for long. For being only 13 he knew +when I was near to exploding and he would stop and let the feeling subside and +then start again. He was purposely prolonging my orgasm. I couldn't wait no +longer and I put my hands firmly on his head and held him on the end of my +organ. He continued and I exploded inside his mouth and he took the lot, wave +after wave. He took it better than I had taken his load last week and managed to +swallow the lot. +"Oh, that tastes good," he said to me after swallowing the last drop and then +went about licking the rest of the end of my shaft. + +I picked up my trousers and briefs and we went into the kitchen and I put the +kettle on for a cup of coffee. I turned to Peter and asked him, "You know last +week, when I penetrated you, I didn't hurt you too much did I?" It was something +that I'd been worried about. +"Well, yes it did but once you were inside me the pain subsided. It's been a bit +soar since." +"I am sorry. Would you do it again?" +"Yep! I know my friends were jealous of me last week. They've been asking me +what it's like to have a big cock inside them. I told them that hurts at first +and then it turns into something wonderful!" +"Was I the first?" I asked. +"Not quite. My friends and I have often played sex games and a ten-year-old boy +once penetrated me but it was nothing like when you did it. His prick was only +small and I hardly felt it." +I was disappointed that I wasn't the first but I somehow guessed that I wasn't. +His young anus was just a little too loose for a virgin. + +We sat for while and talked and drunk our coffees. Then the doorbell rang. I +quickly put on my briefs and trousers and started for the door. I wondered who +it might be and I hoped whoever it was that they didn't stay too long as I +wanted to explore Peter some more. I opened the front door and was greeted by a +large group of kids. "Hello Dave," said one of the kids, which I'm sure I +recognised, "want to be mugged again?" +It was then that I recognised who they were. It was the group of kids that had +pretended to mug me last weekend. I let them in and made them all a drink. +"We didn't hurt you too much last week, did we?" said one of the boys. +"Just I little," I said. +"Well we're sorry about that but we had to make it look real." +"I guess you did. Why have you all come here today?" +"We knew how much enjoyed last weekend," said another the lads, "By the way my +name is Darren and I was the leader last week." I had already recognised him. +"We felt it was only fair that YOU should become the master and we'll be your +slaves! That's why we're here today. We will obey your every command. Our +parents think we have gone a trip and we're not due home until late this +afternoon, so we're yours for the day" +The thought of having all these youngsters at my command gave me a quite a +thrill and my cock grew uncomfortably inside my trousers. I wondered for a while +that perhaps this was just a joke and that they were not really willing to do +everything that I said. They seemed genuine enough, so I thought I would put +them to the test. "Okay then Darren, let's see if you really mean what you're +saying. I want you to go upstairs and go in to the first bedroom on the right. I +want you to find the cane in the corner of the room and place it on the bed. I +want you to then take your clothes off and lean over the end of the bed. I will +be up in a minute and I'm going to give a good hard caning for what you did to +me last week." +"Okay Dave," said Darren as he left the kitchen. +I left it a few minutes and told the others that they would each receive the +same punishment. I went upstairs and entered the bedroom and was quite surprised +to see Darren stripped and laying over the end of the bed with the cane +alongside him. I went into the wardrobe and pulled out some rope and said "Just +to make sure that you take your punishment, I'm going to tie your hands to the +bedposts." +"Okay" replied Darren. +Good grief I thought to myself, he really willing to go through with this. I +tied his wrists to the bedposts so that he was totally at my mercy. I picked up +the cane and went about giving his bare buttocks some fairly hard swipes. I +could see weal's appearing on his buttocks but he refrained from crying although +he was having difficulty. His bum was bright red when I'd finished. I was about +to untie him when I remembered what Peter had said about them wondering what it +was like to have a cock inside them. I run my hands over his buttocks. They were +red hot. I placed my fingers into his opening and he groaned. "Okay Darren, I'm +going to enter you now!" I said. +"Okay Dave," Darren replied. +I knew that most of the pain I'd suffered last weekend was because of Darren, he +was the oldest and the other boys obviously looked up to him. Yet here he was +with his arse waiting for me and at my mercy. I got out of my clothes and +without any hesitation I plunged my cock deep into his opening. He let out an +almighty scream as I pushed my cock in all the way. I couldn't believe it but +Darren was tighter than Peter had been. "Keep it quiet," I demanded. +"Yes, Sir", he replied. +I let him get used to having my cock inside him before I started to slowly pump. +I pushed my hand under his body and found his cock. It was already erect and +covered in pre-cum. This told me that he was enjoying what I was doing to him +and I began to pump him harder and faster. He started to groan with pleasure as +I increased the motion and before I finally released my load, he released his +load all over the bed. +"Oh man, that was wonderful," he said in a soft voice. "Can I be of further +assistance to you, Sir" +"Sure can," I said not believing that he still wanted to obey me, "You can clean +up my cock and then you can clean up the mess you made of the bed." +I untied him from the bed and he started cleaning me up with his tongue. When +he'd finished he looked at me for approval that he'd done the job properly and I +nodded to him and beckoned him to clean the pool of his cum that was on the +bedclothes. Using his mouth he drank the pool of cum. +"Who's the next oldest?" I asked him. +"Err...Jason. He's 14." He replied. +"Okay, now I want you call him up here and then come back here yourself, I +haven't finished with you yet!" +"Yes, Sir!" he said as he left the room and shouted down for Jason. +Within in few moments Jason entered the bedroom followed by Darren. I sat on a +chair in the corner of the room. I said to Jason, "Are you ready to receive your +punishment?" +"Yes, Sir!" he replied. They'd obviously rehearsed their responses to me! +"Good boy," I said, "I want you to undress and put your clothes on top of +Darren's." +Jason went about taking his clothes off while Darren and I watched. Jason was +probably the least tanned of the group. He obviously didn't let the sun to his +body all that often. His skin was very fair and covered in a good smattering of +freckles. He was very thin and you could see his ribs clearly and his bum was +virtually flat. His cock was of reasonable length but was very thin and his +foreskin looked like it was too big for his penis as it dangled from the end of +his organ. I asked him to sit across my still naked lap while I caressed his +naked body. I whispered to him, "Now I want you to take your punishment like a +man. Darren is going to cane you until your cheeks are nice and red and then +when I tell him he's going to stick his cock inside your arse. It may hurt quite +a bit, are you sure you want to go through with it?" +"Yes I'm sure," he said nervously. +I watched as Darren tied him down and administered several sharp blows of the +cane across Jason's buttocks. I kept an eye of Jason's face to make sure that he +wasn't crying and that the punishment wasn't too severe. After all, I wanted him +to enjoy the experience. I wanted all of them to enjoy it and wanted to make +sure that none of them did what they didn't want to do. I could see that Darren +was enjoying it as his cock once again stood proud and so was mine! I told +Darren that he'd caned him enough now and that he should have his way with +Jason. A smile came across Darren's face as he guided his cock into Jason. Jason +jumped but accepted Darren's cock with barely a murmur and was soon moving in +unison with Darren's pumping. I saw the relief on Darren's face has he shot his +load into his friends anus. He guessed that I'd want him to follow what I'd done +and he untied Jason and told him to clean his cock with his tongue. + +I told Darren to leave us and go into the next bedroom and wait. He went to grab +his clothes and I told him, "Leave them there. You won't need then for a while." +After he left the room, I asked Jason who the next oldest boy was and he told me +it that it was Chris and that he was 13. I told him to shout for him and within +a couple of moments they arrived. Chris undressed and sat on my knee. Chris was +quite tubby, something I'm not particularly fond of, but he was an Asian +background so his skin was a golden brown colour. Although he was only 13, his +body was covered in dark hair and his pubic area was thick with mounds of thick +dark pubic hairs. Apart from his height and his obvious boyish face you would +have thought that he was a man. His breasts, because he was overweight, hung +like small tits from his chest. Unlike most overweight people, who's nipples +usually fold and look uninviting, Chris's nipples were round and solid and were +almost black in colour. I couldn't help myself and had one of his nipples in my +mouth and was sucking on it as if I was trying to get milk from it. Chris was +enjoying the attention that I was paying to his chest and I could see his +already erect cock twitching with my every sucking motion. +"It's time for your punishment," I said to him. I knew with all the excess fat +that Chris was carrying that tying him to the bed would be no good as he'd have +too much cushioning from his fat and so I told Jason to tie Chris's hands to +ankles so that his body was folded in half. This stretched the boy's buttocks so +that the cane could penetrate the fat. Jason knew what to do and went ahead +without any intervention from me and I just sat back and watched. + +Next was James. He was 11. He was very underdeveloped for his age compared to +the others. He had no body hair whatsoever but he was beautifully tanned. His +body was slim and perfect. I remembered his jet black hair from last weekend and +knew that this boy had the sweetest cum of the group. Possibly sweeter than +Peter's. When he'd got undressed and he was standing in front of me stark naked +my lips began to quiver and I knew I had to taste his nectar once more. I +kneeled in front of him and started to suck on his organ. He grabbed the back of +my head like a true professional and I was in heaven as I once again tasted his +fluids. "For being a good boy," I said to him, "You can miss the caning but are +you happy about Chris fucking you?" +"Yes, Sir!" was the reply. +I watched as he bent over the end of the bed and Chris began shafting him. + +The next boy was Garry and he was also 11. He was the short for his age and a +lot shorter than James. I would guess that he'd be ribbed in school about his +height. When he undressed, he was perfectly formed and had a well developed +chest. It looked like he looked after his body and had possibly done some weight +training. He was blonde and had a good smattering of blonde hair on his arms and +legs. He had a small amount of dark hair under his arms and a line of dark hair +just above his circumcised cock. His lips were lovely and pink and well formed +and I felt that they needed kissing. As James hadn't received a caning and as +Garry didn't look strong enough to take a heavy beating, I requested that James +gave Garry a good spanking instead. I checked that Garry was prepared to go +ahead with a fucking and he told me he was and so I told James to get stuck in. +The last kid was a bit of a surprise. He was called Sam and was 10. I remembered +the youngest boy from last weekend and how he couldn't yet manage to cum and I'd +estimated as being about 8. The person that was in front of me I was sure wasn't +the same kid. Remember of course I didn't see their faces last week but this kid +was certainly taller. The kid was wearing a cap and had what looked like a +feminine face but it isn't always easy to tell at this age. As before I demanded +the usual stripping. As the vest was removed, I looked at the breast region and +thought that something wasn't quite right. "This boy looks more like a girl", I +thought to myself. The nipples were much larger and there was a small cupping +under each of them. As the kid pulled down his trousers, I realised that these +weren't boy's underpants or shorts but girl's knickers. This wasn't a boy at all +but a young girl. She pulled down her knickers and sure enough there wasn't a +cock. Instead there was a small bush of hair surrounding her small female +opening. She then took off her cap and let her long blonde hair fall from under +the cap and it fell down around her shoulders and down her back. Some of her +hair fell forward and was just long enough to reach the top of her barely +developed breasts. +"What's your real name?" I asked her. +"Sam," she replied, "short for Samantha." +"Okay Samantha," I said, "Obviously I didn't meet you last weekend!" I looked +down at her private regions as if to point out the fact that she didn't have a +cock. "So who are you?" +"You met my younger brother, Larry. I often play naughty games with Larry and +his friends. I knew about last week but they wouldn't let me join in. Larry +couldn't come this weekend, he had to go to my Gran's house. Larry told me about +they had planned for today and I wanted to join in. The rest agreed that I could +come and that it would be a nice surprise for you. Your not angry are you?" +"No, I'm not angry but I am rather shocked. I thought you were all boys and I've +been rather tough on them as you might have heard," I said to her. +"I expect to be treated the same," she said. +I thought for a moment, I looked into her eyes and she was serious, she wanted +to be treated as 'one of the boys'. I told to her to sit on my bare lap. Instead +of sitting across my lap she straddled my lap so that she was facing me. Her +young cunt was a couple of inches away from my cock. She looked down at my organ +that was embarrassingly growing with excitement. It was excited even more when +she grabbed hold of it and pulled it towards her pussy. It'd been quite a while +since I'd had hetro sex and it was certainly the first time with a young girl. +"We can't do it, " I said to her, "You're obviously developed enough to bear +children and I wouldn't want to risk that happening to you." She leapt off my +lap. I thought I'd upset her but she picked up her jeans and pulled out a bundle +of condoms. She re-sat on my lap and carefully opened one of the packets and +rolled a condom over my cock. What more could I say. She raised herself and with +one hand on my cock, she lowered herself down on it. She wasn't a virgin, that +was obvious, but I don't think she'd ever had a grown-up cock inside her before. +She was tight but she persevered and forced herself down the whole length. It +obviously hurt her but she was determined to continue. She raised and lowered +herself up down the length of my cock. God did it feel good. I brushed her hair +from around her breasts and started playing homage to them with my tongue. This +really excited her and within moments she was quivering with her first orgasm. I +could feel the lips of her opening gripping my cock and the feel of warm fluids +oozing out of her as wave after wave of pleasure run through her little body. I +was enjoying it as much as she was and I was consciously holding back my own +orgasm. After a couple of minutes or so I couldn't hold back anymore and I +released by hot cum. The feeling must have been so good to her as well as she +started to shudder once again and hit a second orgasm. I think this was the +first time that I've ever managed to get a second orgasm from a female to one of +mine. It was wonderful. + +After all the feelings had subsided she lifted herself off my organ and stood in +front of me and said, "Now I'm ready for my punishment!" +"I can't punish you after what you just did. Besides I am punishing the others +for what they did to me last week. You weren't even there!" I said to her, +bemused that she wanted to be punished. +"I insist, Sir. I want to take my brother's punishment!" +I considered the situation for a moment and thought "What the hell." I turned to +her and said, "Your skin is more sensitive than the boys and I wouldn't want to +harm it. So instead I'm going to get Garry to whip you with this towel. It'll +hurt just as much but it won't leave any marks. Are you sure you want to go +through with it?" +"Yes, Sir," came that now familiar reply. +I instructed Garry to start whipping her. I told him to spread the lashes around +her back, bum and legs. She jumped at every lashing but kept a smile on her +face. I had decided that was all the punishment she should have. I was surprised +when she turned back at me and said, "I don't think I've received all my +punishment yet! What else do I have to do?" She smiled at me. +"Well, yes you're right, the other boys were forced to have anal penetration. +You've already been penetrated so it doesn't count." +"Yes it does Sir," she replied. "I'm happy to take Garry inside my bum." +What could I say. I told Garry to fulfil her wish and I saw his eyes light up. +He'd been wondering if he was going to get any action out of it. Fortunately, +Garry wasn't all that big in the cock department and he fucked her anus without +causing any problems to her. + +I told Sam and Garry to go and join the others in the next bedroom, leaving +their clothes behind. I knew that the group would be wondering what was going to +happen next to them but I decided to leave them stew on it for a while and I +went downstairs to see Peter. "Do you know you're the only person in the house +who has his clothes on?" +"I can soon alter that," he said and started undressing himself. +"No, " I said stopping him, "let me do it for you." He'd already taken his +jumper off, so I started undoing his shirt. Peter never wore a vest or T-shirt +under his shirt. I undid one button at a time and then let the beauty of the +newly revealed skin hit me before undoing another. While the rest of the kids +were great and each had their own beauty, none of them compared with Peter. As +the last button was undone I pulled back his shirt and looked at his bare chest +and stomach. There wasn't an inch of surplus fat anywhere to be seen and yet you +couldn't see any of his bones. If there was a perfect weight ratio then this was +it. He looked at me his wonderfully blue eyes and then lowered them to his chest +as if to beckon me to get stuck in. I tickled each of his nipples with the end +of my tongue, they tasted good. I wasn't going to be happy until my tongue had +visited every square inch of his chest and stomach. When I'd finished, the front +of his body was covered in my saliva. + +I turned him around and pulled the shirt off his back and let it slip to the +floor. I kissed and licked the back of his neck and very slowly moved down his +back until I had covered every square inch. I could feel the quivers in his body +as I progressed indicating that he was enjoying every second of it. When I got +to the rim of his trousers, I put my hands around him and unfastened his +trousers. Placing my thumbs inside both his trousers and shorts, I pulled them +down and let them fall to the ground. In front of me was Peter's perfect little +bum. I continued licking across the cheeks and own to the top of his legs and +then returned to his little opening. Peter knew where I was going and leant over +and put his hands on the kitchen table and spreading his legs a little as he did +it. I could see the pink ring of his anus come into view and my tongue followed +the view that confronted me. Peter groaned a little as I teased him with my +tongue. When his ring was soaked in my saliva, I offered my aching cock to his +pink ring and I let it slide deep inside. I was pretty sure that Peter enjoyed +me fucking him last week but he was tied down. This time he was there in front +of me and taking my cock freely. +"Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard!" Peter said as if to confirm that he knew what +was going through my mind. +He groaned and groaned as I pushed my cock in and out. Each thrust pushed all +the way home and I could feel my balls banging tight up against his cheeks. My +hands were busy feeling around his body as I fucked him. A few times my hands +came in contact with his cute cock and it was already dripping with cum. All of +a sudden I could hold back no longer and I released my hot fluid inside his hot +arse. Wave after wave of it squirted deep inside of him. After a felt the last +drop leave me, I fell to my knees with complete exhaustion. Peter too was +exhausted and joined me on the floor. +After a few moments of recovery, I turned to Peter and said, "We've got a room +full of naked people upstairs. Any ideas what we going to do with them?" +"I have a few ideas," he replied! + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..32c4b2a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,159 @@ +Copyright (c) 1997 The Story Teller. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + +"The Young Muggers" + +Chapter 3 + +Written by The Story Teller + + +Peter was excited that I was asking him about what we should do about the kids +upstairs. He knew what each of them liked and most of their individual sexual +fantasies. Over a period of time, each of them had confided in Peter about their +fantasies but didn't particularly want the others to know, as they might feel +embarrassed about it. He explained all this to me. +"So how are we going to go about it?" I asked. +"Well." Jamie continued, "I have this idea about playing a game where we are the +Masters and they are our pawns. Perhaps we could use some playing cards and each +of them will take it in turn to turn over a card from the pack and place it in +front of them. When two players have the same card value in front of them, you +know like 'Snap', then those two players have to fulfil some act that we the +Masters set for them." +"Sounds good to me," I replied. "You know what they want so you can set the +tasks if you like." +"Okay with me." +We both went upstairs and entered the bedroom. What a sight, all those naked +young bodies! +"Okay," I said, "Listen carefully." They all stood up and listened eagerly as I +explained what was going to happen next. I didn't tell them that they were about +to fulfil some of their personal fantasies as we decided that we could hide that +fact from them. Each would think that it was pure coincidence that one of their +own personal fantasies had been fulfilled. They all sat on the floor in a circle +and a double pack of cards were placed in front of them. Obviously the idea of +the game that I'd outlined to them had excited some of them as I could see some +rather erect cocks around the room. Even Sam's nipples were standing proud in +anticipation. +They took in turns taking cards off the pack and placing them in front of them. +After a few turns, Jason turned over a two of spades and that matched Gary's two +of hearts. +"Okay," said Peter. "I command that the two of you position yourselves in the +middle of the circle in a '69' position." Gary looked at Peter for clarification +of what a '69' position was but before he could say anything Jason grabbed his +arm and moved him to the centre of the circle and pushed him gently down on his +back on the floor. Jason knew what he was doing and laid on top of Gary so that +his face was inline with his cock. He arched his back slightly so as to bring +his own cock inline with Gary's mouth. "I want you to suck each others cocks +until each of you has a mouthful of cum. Neither of you should swallow the cum. +When you have both finished I want you to show us Masters that you still have +the cum in your mouth. Okay now get stuck into it!" +They both did as they were told while the group watched every move. It was +obvious that Jason came first and that Gary was holding a large amount of cum in +his mouth. When he finally came himself, he nearly choked on the cum but he was +determined not to swallow it. They both got up and walked over to Peter and +myself. +"Don't swallow it mind," Peter told them. "Now open your mouths and show us that +you each have a mouthful of cum!" They both did as they were told and then Peter +said to them, "Okay that's fine. Now I want the two of you to French kiss and to +mix all that cum together and then, and only when I tell you, you can both +swallow!" They began to kiss each other and everyone in the room could hear the +cum squishing about between their mouths. Both were having trouble breathing and +Peter was watching with a wicked look on his face and just when I thought I +would have to overrule him, Peter said, "And swallow." The boy's lips parted and +they both swallowed immediately. "Okay you can sit back down" They were still +trying to get their breath as they rejoined the circle. +The game continued until Darren and James had the same cards. "Darren," asked +Peter, "Do your parents ever see you without your clothes on?" +"No." replied Darren. +"Are you sure?" +"Absolutely!" +"Okay!" Peter turned to me and whispered in my ear. What Peter was telling me +raised a little smirk from face as I got up and went into the bathroom. I +returned with a shaver in my hand and handed it to James. Darren soon realised +what was happening. Peter turned to James and said, "I don't think it's fair +that Darren has all that hair around his cock and navel, do you? I want you to +make him the same as yourself, totally hairless. Use the beard trimmer on the +shaver to cut off all his hair from around his cock and right up to and around +his belly button. When you've finished that I want you to use the shaver head +and remove any surplus hair so that he's totally smooth!" +Darren was well developed in the pubic hair region and it was thick, black and +bushy. James had a smile on his face as he set about cutting it. Fortunately, +the shaver had been serviced recently and it was cutting well with too much +pulling of hair. As James got to Darren's balls, a couple of times the beard +trimmer got to close to the loose skin and it cut the skin. Peter immediately +told James that he had to suck Darren's balls until it stopped bleeding. When +James had run the shaver head all over Darren's bare skin, Darren was smooth and +hairless like a baby's bottom. "Well done James," said Peter, "You've done a +good job and you can sit back down. Darren, I haven't finished with you yet. I +want you to go to each player in turn and let them play with your newly bare +cock! When you've done that then you can sit back down." Darren went from player +to player and each had a chance to fondle his hairless cock. He went slightly +red when he had to let Samantha play with his cock and even more so when she +noticed a globule of cum on the tip of his crown and she licked it off with her +tongue. +The game continued until Samantha and Darren's cards matched. Peter pulled out a +condom and went over to Darren and pulled it over his cock and said, "I want the +two of you to lay down in the centre of the circle and let the rest of us watch +you fuck. I want to inspect the condom when you've finished and it better be +full!" Darren and Samantha fucked in front of us all and fair enough when they'd +finished, Darren's condom was full of cum. His newly shaved pubes had obviously +made him feel good because his orgasm was reached in under a minute. "You hang +on there for minute," Peter said to Darren. "Jason you're next! I want you to +fuck Samantha just like Darren did and the same rules apply!" Peter put a condom +on his eager cock. Peter knew that Samantha had always dreamed of being gang +banged and she was now getting what she wanted. After Jason had finished, Peter +made Darren clean up his cock by licking it. Each of the boys took it in turn to +fuck Samantha and each time Darren had to clean them up. Peter then placed a +condom on his own cock and was soon fucking her as well and then not long after +I was following suit. +>From then on, the cards were dispensed with and Peter just chose who was going +to do what. The next task he set was for all the boys to line up so that their +hands were on each other's shoulders and then into a circle. Each of the boy's +arms were tied together so that you had a circle of boys with their bums facing +outwards. Samantha got into the middle of the circle and played and sometimes +gently sucked on each of the boy's cocks until each had an erection. This wasn't +easy as they'd all just had an orgasm and will still recovering. Once she was +happy that they all had a good erection she stopped touching them. It was then +for Peter and myself to spank and whip each boy who Samantha told us was loosing +his erection. She was allowed to help by squeezing their nipples but wasn't +allowed to touch their cocks. This went on for about 15 minutes and each of them +was having trouble keeping their cocks up and each had red skin on their back +and buttocks where we had been hitting them. After a while we realised that they +couldn't take any more but as we were about to untie them, Samantha asked us +quietly if she could fulfil another fantasy. She explained what she wanted and +we agreed. We placed a tick blanket underneath the boys feet and Samantha laid +down in the middle of the circle. +"I want you all to start peeing on the count of three! I know it's not easy but +I want to try and get your piss to land on Samantha. 1...2...3!" +The boys all started to pee over Samantha. Considering that none of the boys +have been for pee since they arrived, all of them were fairly desperate to +relieve themselves and Samantha was being drenched in their piss. She was +obviously enjoying it and she was opening her mouth and trying to drink some it. +By the time the last they had all emptied their bladders she was totally soaked. +We untied the boys and I then picked up Samantha bodily and carried her into the +bathroom and placed her under the shower. I enjoyed soaping her down and I made +sure I didn't miss a bit of her! + +Time had finally beaten us and it was time for the kids to go home. We chatted +as they all dressed and everybody agreed that they enjoyed the day and wanted to +do it again. Samantha told me that she was free tomorrow afternoon and was it +okay if she came over and had a one to one session with me. I naturally agreed. +Gary said that he could come over on Monday evening for a couple of hours for a +one to one. They all jumped on the idea and booked an evening with me, which +meant I was going to busy all through the week. Then on Saturday we're all going +to meet up again in the woods where I was mugged last week. I was a bit nervous +about the suggestion that a few of them had more friends that would probably be +interested in joining in but agreed that they were all sensible enough to +protect our little group and wouldn't jeopardise it. + +So my calendar is pretty full and I still got Peter for the night! + +To be continued... + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug4.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug4.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..be4cdb83 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1235 @@ +Copyright (c) 1997 The Story Teller. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + + + + +"The Young Muggers" +by: The Story Teller + + +Chapter 4 + +Peter I had a long discussion about the afternoon's activities as we sat and eat +our tea. We had decided to dress when the rest of the gang was leaving and my +cock was already itching to get out for the evening's session with my nephew. +I'd managed to get on the subject of Peter's fantasies and sexual turnons. He is +only 13 and for such a young age he has a long list of enjoyable sexual +activities. The most prominent interest was in corporal punishment followed +closely by bondage. He told me about the time that his father really lost his +rag with him when he'd been particularly naughty about 12 months ago. He had +stayed out well past curfew and his father was trying to get out of him where he +had been. He didn't want to tell his father that he'd been to a party so he +refused to say. His father got more and more annoyed and Peter was trying hard +to think of some excuse when his father threatened that Peter was too old to +have his pants pulled down and have a good over knee spanking. Peter told me +that this had excited him and he wanted his father to execute his promise. His +father, failing to get a response from his son, pulled Peter towards him and +undid his trousers and placed Peter of his knee. He pulled the back of Peter's +trousers and pants down and gave Peter a good spanking. Peter told me that he +was sure that his father must have felt his swollen penis against his leg! +"So you really enjoyed it, did you?" I said to Peter. +"Yes I did. As far back as I can remember, I always enjoyed being spanked and I +would often be naughty just so that I would get one. Suppose you think I'm +nuts." He said to me. +"No not really. At my age we often fantasise about spanking but I never realised +that kids of your age would. So what your telling me is that when we think that +we are punishing kids, we may actually be pleasing them. Gosh! That's a turn up +for the books. What about when the beating is particularly heavy and it makes +you cry?" +"Even then! I still cry now and then when dad takes his belt to me but +afterwards I usually go upstairs and beat myself off." He paused for while and +then with one of his beautiful grins he looked straight into my eyes and said, +"I've been a very naughty boy today and as my uncle I think you should punish +me!" +"You want me to punish you now!" I said with astonishment but with a thrill +running through my body. +"Yes" he replied. +"But I don't want to hurt you." +"I want you to hurt me," he said with a serious look on his face. "I want you to +punish me hard and don't worry about leaving marks on me as I can hide them for +few days from mum and dad. I want you to punish me and make me cry and to plead +for you to stop." +"Are you absolutely sure?" +"Yes" +"Okay then but you tell me when you've had enough." I said to him and he gave me +a wonderful wicked smile that he knew would melt me. +I guess that if I'm to do this properly I need to get pretty dominant with Peter +and take control of situation. As if Peter had been reading my mind he lifted +his knee and planted it into my groin. I let out an almighty squeal as the pain +shot through my body. Peter had given me a reason to punish him. After I had got +my breath back I turned to Peter and pulled off my belt. +"For that I'm going to take my belt to your back. So get that shirt off now!" I +demanded. Peter quickly undid his shirt and through it to one side. I cleared +the table and pushed Peter firmly down on the table's surface with his arms +outstretched in front of him. With an almighty sweep a laid the first blow of my +belt across Peter's bare back. His body jumped but he refrained from making any +sound. Within moments a large weal appeared on his skin. I planted another blow +across him followed by half a dozen more and still he failed to make a sound. +His back was bright red and covered in lumps and I knew it must have been +hurting like mad but when I looked at Peter's face it was still smiling. +"Hands behind your back," I shouted at him. I tied his hand together and pushed +him hard down on to the table. I guessed that his bare arms might be a bit +tenderer and once again took several swipes of my belt across his back and arms. +Still he smiled. I picked him up off the table, undid his hands and told him to +put his hands on the back of his head and then pushed him back down on the table +but this time with his back to the table. With the belt I took a swipe across +his stomach and he jumped up but quickly laid back down. I swiped him again and +again slowly moving up his body until I was planting blows across his nipples. I +could see he was in a lot of pain but at the same time enjoying it. Even +stranger was the fact that I was enjoying it too. +"Stand up," I demanded. Peter picked himself up off the table and I could see +that his upper torso was so red you couldn't have put a pin in bit of white +skin. "Trousers off now!" I said to him. He did as he was told. I found the cane +that I kept in the larder and with it I began to cane the back of his legs. A +few times I hit him so hard his legs collapsed from underneath him and he fell +to the ground. He would, however, pick himself back up and stand there for more. +I could see from the bulge in his pants that he was genuinely enjoying it. I +couldn't believe that a young man like this could be getting off with such +amounts of pain. +I got him to lie over the back of one of the kitchen chairs and then pulled his +pants down. There in front of me was his beautifully rounded bum. I knew a +simple caning of his bum wasn't going to break him. I got my vibrating dildo +from the bedroom and inserted deep inside his anus and turned it on. This was +the first time that Peter had made a sound. He groaned a little as he got used +to the vibrator in his arse. I then took the cane and started hitting him across +his bum cheeks and trying to purposely hit the end of the vibrator. This was +starting to work and Peter was now starting to make quite a bit of noise as the +pain shot through his body. I asked him several times whether he'd had enough +and each time he would look at me and smile. When I'd decided that this wasn't +going to break him I told him to get up off the table and sit in the chair. When +he got up we both noticed the pool of cum on the table. He'd managed to orgasm +with the pain. It was now becoming a challenge and I guessed that if I were +going to break him it would have to be a balance of pain and humiliation. With +that in mind I demanded that he licked up the mess he'd left on the table. He +did and smiled at me. +I knew his young body was resilient and could probably take more than any adult +but I was ever conscious of causing him any long term damage. However, I was +determined to break him and for him to beg me to stop. I went to the garage and +got a pair of special valve pullers. I'd used this device before but never in +situation like this. It was like a calliper that when screwed would prise open +anything that it placed in. The ends of the callipers were quite wide and flat. +I got Peter to lay down flat on his stomach on the table. I greased the opening +of his anus and lubricated as deep as I could with my fingers. At the same time +my fingers were plying the opening to increase the radius until I was satisfied +that it was big enough. I took the callipers and placed the ends into the +opening of the anus and made sure they were firmly placed. I then began to twist +the screw and slowly the ends of the callipers were widening and so was Peters +opening. I kept adding more and more grease to the edges of his opening and +watching for any signs of tearing. Once the opening of his anus was about 4 or 5 +times its normal diameter I decided that it wasn't safe to go any further and +could see that Peter's eyes were closed as he contended with the probable +burning sensation of his overstretched skin. +I made up a litre bottle of luke warm water and poured it into the opening. When +an anus is stretched open like this, even a young one, it's amazing how much +water it can take. I poured the whole lot in and only the last drop overflowed +out. I left it soak inside him for a few minutes. Then a got the same bottle and +carefully placed the neck of the bottle inside Peter's opening and then slowly +released the callipers and removed them. Peter was now laying on the table with +an inverted bottle sticking out of his arse. While holding the bottle firmly I +made Peter get off the table and to stand up. As I juggled the bottle a little +to let some are in, the fluid from within Peter came rushing back out and into +the bottle. Some of it was running down his legs and some of it must have been +absorbed inside him but I ended up with a half full bottle. +I poured the contents of the bottle into a glass. It was a muddy brown colour. +Peter's eyes were staring at me. He knew what I was going to ask him and I had a +feeling that I was going to succeed in finally breaking him. "Drink it!" I +demanded. +"No way!" was the quick reply. +"Drink it I said!" +"No you can't..." Peter cried. I could see a small tear running down his cheek. +"Are you going to beg me to stop?" I said confidently. +He thought for a moment or two and I was waiting for him to start begging me. To +my surprise he picked up the glass and drank the lot down in one go. +Enough is enough I thought to myself. This kid is not going to give up! +"Right you little bastard!" I said grabbing him by his hair. "Now I'm going to +get tough!" +I pulled him by his hair up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. I tied a rope +around his wrists and looped the other end of one of the beams and pulled him +into the air and secured the rope. I could see fear in Peter's eyes but he kept +the smile on his face. I put some nipple clamps on his nipples and tightened +them as tight as I'd dare. I then placed a spreader bar between his ankles and +secured it so his legs were spread wide apart. I tied a piece of string round +the end of his young cock in a slipknot and pulled it tight and Peter squealed. +I tied the other end of the string to the centre of the spreader bar and pushed +the bar up so that Peter had to bend his knees and secured it tight. Peter now +had to keep his knees bent in order to keep the string from pulling too much on +his cock. I hung some weights to the spreader bar so as to increase the pressure +on Peter. He was struggling and his legs began to shake with the strain. His +cock was stretching as he fought with the weight. I went to the bathroom and +returned with my razor. Peter looked at me and his eyes began to fill with +tears. I knew how proud he was with his little amount of body hair. I knew how +much I liked his little tuft of perfectly formed pubic hair but this was a +battle and sacrifices have to be made. Besides it'll grow back quickly enough I +thought to myself. I took the razor and shaved all the hair off Peter's young +body. Under his arms, off his legs and of course around his cock. +Peter was now crying streams of tears and it was running down his cheeks and +dripping on his body. Still he wouldn't beg me to stop. I began to slap him +about his buttocks and legs. Harder and harder and each time he'd jump and the +string would tug on his cock. I added some more weights and continued. He was +obviously in agony and I felt ashamed at what I was doing to the boy I loved so +much. Yet he looked so beautiful with his red and tear soaked face. I'd never +seen him like this before and I really wanted to hug and kiss him. +I decided that enough was enough and that he was going to beat me. I removed the +weights and untied the string from his cock. I could see Peter's relief as I did +so. I began to untie his feet from the spreader bar when Peter jumped as I +lightly touched his feet. +"You're ticklish are you?" I said to him as I began to tickle him more. He was +swinging about on the rope as he tried to get away from me. I got one of those +feather dusters and began to tickle him all over. +"Please don't!" he cried. +I continued tickling him between his legs and around his nipples. This seemed to +send him to a frenzy and he was trying everything to get away from tickling. +Eventually he begged me to stop. +"Are you sure? Do you admit defeat?" I said with a certain amount of pleasure +and tickling him once more. + +Yes! I admit defeat." He cried. +After all he'd gone through, who would have thought that I could have broken him +with a tickle. I let him down from the ropes and untied him. +"I'm sorry for what I've put you through." I said to him as I hugged him. +"No problem Dave." He said as he lay on the bed. "I enjoyed it all and we must +do it again soon. In the meantime I'm bursting to cum. Would you do me a favour +and give me a blow job?" +We spent the night together and I kissed and licked the wounds that I'd +inflicted on his young and beautiful body. He's one hell of wonderful boy. + +SUNDAY + +I was sorry to see Peter leave today when his parents picked him up as usual. +Most of the marks on his body had faded away overnight but his arse was still +quite sore. Knowing why, I could see that he was walking a little more carefully +than he usually did but probably not enough for his parents to notice. +I'd hardly finished my lunch when the doorbell rang. I guessed who it was and as +I approached the front door I could see the outline of a young girl through the +frosted glass and knew it was Sam. I was surprised when I opened the door to see +Sam dressed like a real girl instead of a Tomboy. Instead of a jeans and jumper +that she wore the last time I met her, she was wearing an open neck shirt and a +tight plastic mini skirt that barely covered her crotch. The shirt she was +wearing was unbuttoned well down her chest and I could see she didn't have a bra +on and I could see the edges of her small but firm little breasts. I was sure +her parents wouldn't have let her out looking like this when I noticed she was +carrying a small bag that probably contained the clothes she left the house in. +Sam looked more beautiful than I remembered. Her long blonde hair flowed down +her back. This time she was wearing just a smidgen of makeup, which outlined her +wonderful and natural features. +I asked her if she'd like a cup of tea and she did. I told her to take a seat +while I made the drink. She sat down and she did her rather minute dress rose up +her body and there staring at me was the bush of her little cunt. She wasn't +wearing any knickers. I almost felt like forgetting the tea but I knew I had to +restrain myself even though my cock was pressing hard against my pants. When I'd +finished making the tea I put her cup on the table alongside her and I sat down +with my cup. +She looked down at the obvious bulge in my pants and said, "Looks like your +pleased to see me!" +"Guess so." I said with embarrassment. +She leapt out of her seat and on to her knees in front of me. I nearly swallowed +the cup with the shock. She undid my trousers and pulled the front of my pants +down and my rather swollen member jumped out to greet her. Without any +hesitation she wrapped her lips around the end of my cock and started sucking +hard on it. It was quite a surprise but I wasn't going to object. It was hard to +believe she was only 10 as she gave me one of the most wonderful blow jobs I can +ever recall. She didn't have to do it for long before I released everything I +could give into her mouth. She took virtually the whole lot and swallowed it but +as she got back up and sat down I could see that some of my cum had run down her +chin. She drank her tea. +"Thanks," I said. "What do you want to do today?" +"Don't mind," she replied. +"Come on, this was your idea for you to come here today. You've obviously got +some ideas." +She looked a little shy at my words. She gathered her thoughts and said, "To be +honest at my age I'm always being told what to do and when to do it. Even when I +have sex with a boy, he's always in control." She hesitated for a moment, not +knowing how I was going to take what she was about to say. "With out trying to +offend, you're old enough to be my father and I'd love to be able to tell my +father what to do. Would you mind pretending to be my father but let me be the +boss for a change?" +"Sounds okay to me." I replied. +"It'll mean that you'll have to do everything I say. My father treats me like a +slave and I want to know what it feels like to be on the other side of the +coin." +I guessed what she was trying to tell me and asked, "Does your father abuse you, +sexually?" +"Yes," she said with tears in her eyes. I now knew where she got her experience +from. "Don't get me wrong. I like sex, I like it a lot but I always have to do +what HE wants and not what I want." +There was no way I could say no even if I'd wanted to. "Okay then," I said. +"You're the boss for the afternoon and I'll be your slave and do what ever you +ask me!" +"Good and thanks. It means a lot to me." She said and gave a lovely smile. The +smile soon disappeared as she put her hand into her bag and pulled out some +clothes. They were women's clothes and not girl's clothes as I'd imagined. She +handed me the bundle and told me to go upstairs and change into them and then to +come back down. I took the bundle off her and disappeared upstairs. I went into +the bathroom and undressed. I'd never tried wearing women's clothing before and +this was definitely a first! I put on the rather skimpy knickers but found it +difficult to get my cock in them but managed even though it was rather +uncomfortable. I noticed the bra and that Sam had placed padding in the cups and +put it on the best I could. The skirt wasn't much bigger than the one Sam was +wearing and although it fitted I was sure that my balls must have been showing +from underneath it. The blouse was made of a red chiffon type material and was +very much see through. I tried to put on the high heel shoes but found that my +feet were just too big and there was no way they going to fit. So I left them +off and headed back downstairs to the kitchen. I was surprised to find that Sam +wasn't there. +"Sam," I called out. +"I'm in here," came a voice from the lounge and I joined here there. She had +drawn the curtains. "What did you call me?" +"Sam" +"Bend over!" she said revealing a cane. +"What I do wrong?" +"You called me Sam and nor Sir. Now bend over!" I did as I was told and she gave +six hard swipes across by buttocks. "Where's your shoes?" +"Sorry Sir," I replied. "They didn't fit." +"That's no excuse," she retorted. "Bend over!" She planted another half dozen +swipes with the cane. My bum cheeks were burning with the heat. She certainly +had a strong arm when it came to caning. She went it her bag a pulled out a +small case. "Right I want you take your skirt and knickers off and to lay down +on the floor." I did as she said and I found that my bum smarted as it made +contact with the floor. She went out into the kitchen and came back with towel +and laid it over the footstool and then lifted my legs and placed the footstool +underneath them. I felt quite humiliated laying there wearing only a bra and +blouse with my privates in full view and with my legs raised. She opened the +little case and took out a tube of shaving foam and started applying it to my +legs. Once she had covered my legs in the foam she pulled out a razor and began +shaving off all my hair. +When she'd finished and my legs were void of all their hair she said, "Okay get +up and stand in the middle of the room!" I did as she requested. I was +embarrassed at the fact that once again I had an erection. I think is was mainly +due to a young girl ordering me about and that I was totally under her control. +"Not good enough!" she said. "I want you to sit down on the stool." I did as she +requested. She stood behind me and pulled on my shoulders and forced me down so +that my head and shoulders were on the floor. She went back around in front of +me and forced my legs wide apart. So if you can picture the scene, I had my bum +resting on the stool, my head down on the floor and my legs spread so that my +cock was directly facing her and at her mercy. Once gain she got out the tube of +foam and administered it all around my cock and balls. She also pushed my blouse +up as far as she could and put foam all around my navel. As I expected she +shaved me with the razor. I wondered if she was going to shave me anywhere else +but she didn't. I do have a little hair on my arms but not enough to notice. +She told me to lift my weight off the stool but to basically stay in the same +position. Once again she went into her bag and this time pulled out a vibrator. +She applied a little grease to it. She then grabbed hold of the end of my cock +with a firm grip and pulled it upwards forcing me to lift my body as high as I +could. Without any sign of gentleness she rammed the vibrator in to my anus and +turned it on. My cock responded immediately and it was at it's maximum in size +and I felt as if I was about to explode. Once again she went into her bag and +this time pulled out a mass of bits and pieces. Amongst them was a length of +thin tubing which she inserted into the end of my cock and pushed it all the way +down the inside of my shaft. She then applied a large amount of grease around +the length of my cock and around my balls. She left the room and later returned +with a bowl of warm water. She added the contents of a small packet into the +warm water and mixed it in. Then using a paintbrush she applied a coating of the +warm fluid all over my cock and balls. The vibrator was still driving me crazy, +buzzing away inside me. +"We'll have to let that dry for a minute." She told me. "We have to make sure +that you don't lose that erection." She undid my blouse and undid my bra and +started sucking on my nipples. I was sure I was going to explode for sure. The +warmth of the fluid drying on my cock, the vibrator in my arse and now this +lovely young girl sucking my nipples! +After a while she added some more of the fluid over the top of the already dried +and hardened application she made earlier. She then turned her attention back to +my nipples. This process went on for well over two hours. I wasn't sure if I +still had an erection or not as it was well encased in a kind of plaster +material. Several times during the process my whole body shook with wave after +wave of ecstasy but I had to hold back as I knew my cock was encased. +Finally she forced me to arch upwards and she removed the vibrator. Funny but +for ages it felt as if it was still there. She went bag into her bag and pulled +out a device that made my hair stand up on end. The hair that I still had left +that is! It was a portable plaster cutter like those used in casualty +departments for cutting of a plaster cast. She switched it on and started +cutting a straight line down the length of my cock and over the top and down the +other side and around my balls. I could feel the blade touching my skin but it +only tickled. I did jump as she went over the crown of my cock as I'm +circumcised and the blade was tickling the most sensitive part of my cock. +Within moments she had split the cast in half and removed it from me. She then +pulled the tubing that was inside my cock and that's when I noticed that the +other end had been put in to a jam jar and that there was a couple of inches of +my cum in the bottom of the jar. All the time I thought I had been holding back +I had in fact been cumming but because the tube had been placed so far down I +hadn't had the normal feeling that I would have expected +"Get up and follow me," she said. I followed her upstairs and into the spare +bedroom. She took off the little clothing I still had on and tied my hands to +the rope that was still hanging over the beam from yesterday. She pulled the +rope that I was in sitting position. She tied some string around a pile of heavy +books and tied the other end of the string to the end of my cock just under it's +bell end. She pulled it really tight so that there was no way that it could slip +off. She then tied a gag over my mouth. The vibrator came out once again and it +was shoved back into my arse but this time thank god she didn't turn it on. She +tied a piece of rope around the base of my cock and balls and pulled it tight. +She passed the same rope through the safety loop on the end of the vibrator and +then up to the back of my gag. Feeding the rope through the gag she pulled the +rope with all her might. My head lurched backwards as far as it could and I felt +the strain of rope as it pulled on my cock and an almighty pain run through my +body as the vibrator was pushed all the way into my arse. She pulled on the rope +over the beam and attached to my wrists until I was forced to stand. She tied +another rope to each of my ankles and with an almighty tug she pulled my feet +from underneath me and secured the rope so that I was now suspended off the +ground. She kept adjusting the ropes raising me higher and higher until the +strain of the string tied to the end of my cock and to the pile of books had +been taken up. She pulled more and more and my already strained cock was being +stretched and it felt like it was going to be wrenched from me. I wasn't sure +what was hurting the most, she certainly knew what she was doing. +I thought she could do no more to me but I was wrong. Out of her bag came +another little kit. It was a small surgical kit. She unravelled some twine and +fed it through a surgical needle, the type they use for stitching cuts. She +pushed the needle through the side of one of my nipples and out the other side +and pulled the twine through my nipple. She did the same to my other nipple. +Each piece of twine was tied in a loop and she then added some weights to each +of the loops. My nipples were being pulled towards the ground and I was +surprised that they didn't hurt as much as I thought. If I moved slightly they +would sting a bit but it was quite sensuous. +"I'm going to leave you for a while. Now be a good boy while I'm away." She left +the room and I was left to fight my restraints. She had meticulously worked out +this plan. The rope from the back of my gag was both causing pressure on the +vibrator and on my cock. The pressure on the cock was in an upward direction +that put further strain on the string tied to it, which was in a downward +direction. Pushing my head back even further could relieve the pressure on both +my cock and arse a little. However this caused me to arch my back more and this +would cause further pain in my nipples. There didn't seem to be a happy medium +and I spent the next hour or so alternating between the two. My cock had turned +blue but was no longer erect and that had taken some of the pressure off it. +"How you doing?" Sam said as she finally came back into the room. I tried to +answer but it just came out as a muffle. "I guess it must be quite uncomfortable +like that." She said and flicked the two weights hanging from my nipples. I felt +a sharp sting in both of them. "Gosh! That didn't get much reaction, did it? +Perhaps I haven't put enough weight on them!" she went in her bag and found some +more weights. A lot more weights! She just kept piling them on and for a moment +I nearly passed out with increased pain. It was no longer just a stinging +sensation but burning and heavy pain was shooting across my chest. She was +obviously enjoying my agony and she pulled on the rope that was supporting my +legs. This moved me further away from the pile of books tied to my cock and it +stretched my cock to breaking point. My cock when fully erect is about 7 inches +long but it now felt like it was about 12 inches long and it wasn't even erect! +She had found a basket in my house. It was one of those that had once had a +flower display in it. The type of basket that has a big looped handle on the top +of it. She placed the handle of the basket over my head. It was quite a big +basket and the added weight was making it more difficult to keep my head bag. +"You've been quite a good boy and as a reward I'm going to let you see me +undress." She'd been in the house for a quite a few hours and up until now all +I've seen of her is a glimpse of her cunt when she first arrived. She slipped +off her shoes and threw them in the basket that was over my neck. She then took +off her socks and threw them in the basket as well. I greeted with the odour of +her feet as the socks were less than a couple of inches from my nose. Although I +was in a lot of pain and discomfort I actually found the odour quite pleasant +and I could feel my cock starting to grow. Sam also noticed it. +"Get turned on by feet do you?" +She pulled up a chair so that she was directly underneath me and because of the +basket she was out of my view. The next thing was that I could feel her bare +feet touching my stomach. She run them up and down my body and them gently +teasing the weights on my nipples and then teasing my cock. For a minute I +thought she was mellowing and was going to be a little easier on me but I was +wrong again. I caught the sound of rushing air a split second before I felt the +blow of one her feet kicking me in the stomach. The blow winded me and I was +gasping for the little air I could get passed the gag over my mouth. The blow +had caused my whole body to swing causing great pain in my cock, arse and +nipples. +She once again came back into view, standing a couple of feet in front of me. +She slowly undid each of the buttons on her shirt and revealing more and more of +her small but exciting breasts. She let the shirt slide to the floor and she +began to run her hands up and down her chest. God she was wonderful! She played +with her long blonde hair letting it slide over her breasts and then she'd pull +it away again. She sat down in the chair but this time so I could see her. She +ran her hands up and down her long and sleek legs. She'd raise each leg as she +did it, so as to give me a fleeting glance of her pussy. Finally she put her +hand on the zip to her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt dropped to the floor and +there she was standing totally naked in front of me. +She went into her bag and pulled out a rubberised cock. Within a moment I +recognised it. It was a copy of my own cock. She also took out the jam jar of my +cum. She opened the jam jar and dipped the end of the rubberised cock into the +cum. Without any hesitation she sat low down in the chair and inserted the cock +into her pussy. She pushed it in and out as she pushed her head back with +ecstasy. +"Bet you never thought you'd watch me fucking myself with YOUR cock!" she said +with a wicked smile on her face. She pushed in and out and I just wished it +really were my cock. Within a couple of minutes her body shook and she shouted +out with pleasure as reached an orgasm. Even though she was only ten, I could +see her fluids running down her legs. +"Want a taste?" she said to me and untied the gag and rope around my mouth. "Now +you can have a go at sucking your own cock!" She dipped it into the jam jar and +then pushed it into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat. "Suck it!" +she demanded. I started to suck it. She started to push in and out of my mouth +in unison with my sucking. With her other hand she'd picked up a small syringe +that had been filled with my cum and when she thought it was time for my copy +cock to cum, she inserted the end of the syringe into my mouth alongside the +cock and squirted it's contents into my mouth. I felt it hit my throat and I had +to swallow as quick as I could. Wow! She had managed to get me to suck my own +cock and to swallow my own cum. She'd even warmed up the cum! +She disappeared out of my view and I could feel her taking out the vibrator from +my arse. It was immediately replaced with the rubberised cock. "Now you're going +to fuck yourself!" she pushed the cock in and out and just like she'd done in my +mouth, she injected my cum into my arse. +She undid the rope and string tied to my cock and I could feel the rush of blood +reaching the end of my cock. It felt so hot! "Before I release you I need to +replenish my supply of your cum." She placed the jam jar under my cock and began +jerking me off. The jerking movement was causing the weights to swing on my +nipples but they no longer felt as painful and they were acting like a stimulus. +Within moments I was ejecting wave after wave of hot cum into her jam jar. She +didn't stop massaging my penis and within a couple of minutes I was once again +filling her jam jar with more. She removed the weights from my nipples. +"I hope you want to have a pee!" +"Yes I do." I replied. +She got an old sheet from the airing cupboard and placed it on the floor +underneath me. I no longer had any retrains stopping me from moving my head and +I could now follow her around the room with my eyes. She laid down on the sheet +and said, "Okay you can relieve yourself now." She had positioned herself +directly under my cock and I watched her reaction as I released a bladder full +of my piss all over her. She really seemed to get a kick from it. +She finally released the rest of the ropes and untied them. She demanded that I +lay down on the soaking wet sheet. She straddled herself over me and pissed warm +urine over my tired and shattered body. +We both took a shower together and soaped each other down and cleaned each +other. We went downstairs and had a cup of tea and a chat. Although we were both +still naked she was no longer the master and we relaxed in each other's company. +"That was some torture you put me through." I said to her. +"I wasn't too hard on you, was I?" +"Just a little" I said. +"I am sorry," she said apologetically. +"How did you learn to make a model of cock?" +"I had to do it for my father. All the gear belongs to him. He says that I need +more fucking than he can manage and came up with the idea of making a copy of +his cock so that I could fuck myself with it when he wasn't available." +"Does your father abuse you often?" +"Several time a week. When ever my mother isn't about. My mother also goes away +for the whole weekend once every month and my father puts me through the same +sought of thing that I've put you through this afternoon." She said with a tear +in her eye. +"No wonder you wanted to see what it's like to administer rather than receive +such punishments. Did you enjoy it?" +"It was great but I am sorry for putting you through it." +"No problem. In fact I quite enjoyed it but then I knew it was a one off but you +have to face it all the time. I am sorry." +There was a deathly silence for while. We were both deep in thought. I looked at +her and I knew that she couldn't possibly have made up such a story. Her father +needed sorting out. I made an excuse that I had to have a piss and left her in +the kitchen. I went upstairs and looked up the telephone number of Sam's home. I +rung the number and her father answered. +"Mr Williams," I said down the phone. +"Yes" her father answered. +"My name is Dave and I'm with your daughter Samantha right now." +"Oh yes" +"She is sat in my kitchen stark naked." +"What you mean stark naked. What's happened?" +"I mean she's sat in my kitchen stark naked and I'm stark naked as well. We've +just been talking about parental relationships and how you force her to take +part in sexual fantasies that you have!" +"You had better not have touch her! You shouldn't listen to her wild stories, +anyway" +"Well, yes I have touched her. We've been having a wonderful time but only +because she wants to and not because she's forced to. They're not wild stories. +I can see the tell tale marks on her. For example the marks on her nipples where +you've been putting twine through them using surgical needles." +"Umm" +"And then there's the unnatural large opening she has in both her vagina and her +arse! The rope marks are also quite obvious from very recent bondage!" +"Umm. It's none of your business what I do with my daughter." Her father said +not sure what to say. +"I'm making it MY business. You have a very sexually active young daughter and +while I don't believe anyone should stop her enjoying herself I will not stand +by and let you abuse her without her consent. I will continue to see your +daughter and if I hear that you have abused her in such away again or if I hear +that you have punished her in any way for talking to me, then not only will I +come and sort you out physically, I'll report you to the authorities." +"I'll report you too!" +"Just try it. I know who Samantha will support. She'll deny everything that's +happened with me but I wouldn't like to guarantee she'd treat you the same. It's +up to you mate!" +"Perhaps you're right. I guess I am ashamed of forcing her. I've always thought +that she wouldn't want to know me if I didn't force her. Do you think she'll +forgive me?" +"In time. I would suggest you let her boss you around for while and regain her +trust. I must warn you though she can be tough! I know I've just been on the +receiving end." +"I'll give it a try. I guess I can't stop you seeing her either. If she wants to +see you then I'll have to accept it." +"Okay. The minute she says she's had enough with either of us then we must +accept it no matter how much it hurts. Let's keep in touch with each other. Bye +for now." +"Bye and thanks" +I went back downstairs and told Sam what I'd just done. She was a bit shocked at +first and scared that her father would punish her. I assured her that we had +come to an understanding and that she was free to enjoy sex from now on and not +fear it. She liked the idea of being the boss with her father for while. I said +that I'd like to go on seeing her providing she wanted to but that she was under +no pressure to have to unless she really wanted to. +"If I really want to," she said. "Don't be silly, I love you. I love you as a +father and I love you as a lover." She planted a lovely kiss on my cheek. "I +guess I don't need to be home for quite a while. Fancy going to bed." +"Do I? You just stop me!" + + +MONDAY + +"Hi Gary," I said as I answered the door. "Just finished school?" +"Yeah. I've got to be home by 8 o'clock so we've got a few hours," Gary said +suggestively looking at my groin. I planted him a kiss on his lips. +Gary is 11 years old, short for his age, has lovely blonde hair and a wonderful +face with well developed features. He had such wonderful lips that you just +couldn't help kissing them. Even with his clothes on you can see that he has a +well developed chest and I recently found out that he visits the gym a couple of +time a week. +"So what do you want to do Gary?" I said to him. +"I'm not sure. It's a bit embarrassing being alone with you." +"I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do. Any suggestions?" +"Well I always seem to miss out on the strip poker games. I guess they think I'm +too young or something. I like the idea of the anticipation playing games. We +could make it that the winner becomes the King for say an hour after the game +has finished. What you think?" +"Sounds good to me," I answered. Having a quiet session wouldn't be a problem +after yesterday's antics with Sam. I'm not a brilliant poker player but then +again Gary's only eleven so I doubt if he is either. +"Good," said Gary. "Let's make it 10 coins for each article of clothing. The +ante will be one coin with double to see." His words shook me. He knew about +poker. "Maximum raise is double and a free start of 10 coins for each player. +Clothing has to be surrendered immediately and shoes and socks count as one +item. No jewellery counted and a maximum of 5 articles of clothing. Clothes +cannot be repurchased and the loser is deemed when a player runs out of money." +"Yeah" I said with astonishment with the knowledge the boy had. +The game got underway and I started well. I had a couple of good hands and I +tried to indicate that I was bluffing and Gary took the bait. He overbid his +hands and lost after some heavy bidding. He'd offered his shoes and socks and +later his jumper. I too had to keep up with the bidding and had given up my +shoes and socks but now had a pile of coins in front of me. We were now into the +third hand and I drew only 2 cards but had nothing to show for it. Gary must +have had a good hand but was still unsure with my game. He needed more money and +offered his shirt. We took a break from the bidding while he took his shirt off. +I watched with awe as he revealed his gorgeous body. He was small but his upper +body was perfectly formed and he was quite a hunk. His perfectly round nipples +were a deep pink and I had to refrain myself from leaping on him and sucking on +them. He continued to match my bid but then I doubled on him and he bottled out +and through in his hand. I took the pot. +The next hand turned out the same and once again he needed more money and +offered his trousers. I watched with great excitement as he undid the top of his +trousers. As he slid the zip of his fly down and finally let his trousers drop +to the floor I could feel my cock getting excited. He stood there for a few +moments. He obviously knew I was admiring him. He was a touch embarrassed about +the underpants he was wearing as they were obvious kids underpants that he'd +probably had for years but had not yet grown out of. I could also see that he +too had a bulge in pants and it was pushing hard against the material of his +ever so slightly too small underpants. A tell tale stain of pre-cum could be +seen in his pants. We finally got back to the game and to my surprise my little +trick didn't work and he called me. I only had a pair of threes and he had three +queens. I lost a substantial pot. +>From then on my luck turned as Gary had obviously sussed me. My game wasn't at +its best as my attention was really on admiring Gary's body. Hand after hand I +lost in a row and before long I too was only wearing my underpants. Gary had +nearly all the money and I had little left. During the next hand I was dealt 4 +kings but I had to offer my underpants in order to keep up the bidding. Gary's +eyes were glued to my cock and he too started to lose interest in the game. I +dealt another round of cards and once again I had a brilliant hand. My luck was +changing back and perhaps I could get back all the money and get Gary to lose +his underpants. I ached to see him take them off. Then again I knew it would +probably be better if I was to lose the game and let Gary be in the driving +seat. It was a dilemma but I decided that I was going to lose. I run up the +bidding and Gary kept up with me and then I threw in my hand on the last bid. +Gary took the pot and I had no more money. I had lost the game. +"What is your command almighty one?" I said to him. +"Umm...Let me think...I think I'd like to rape you!" he said sheepishly. +"Your wish is my command." I replied. It hadn't dawned on me that he might wish +to penetrate me but what the heck I wasn't going to say no. "Sir would you like +me to prepare you? Would you like me to remove your pants so that you may fuck +me?" +"Yes I think that would be nice." He replied and it was like music to my ears. I +kneeled in front of him. I put my fingers just inside the band of his underpants +and ever so slowly lowered them. I could see the fine line of his pubic hairs +appear and then the base of his penis. I continued and more and more of his +penis came into view until with a sudden jolt his penis jumped out at me. I then +more swiftly pulled his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I +don't know why but I picked up the discarded underpants and put them to my nose +and sniffed them. I could feel the dampness of his pre-cum against my face. The +smell of his pants really turned me on. +"You like that don't you?" he said to me. I was a little embarrassed at what I +was doing. "Well you can smell them more if you like!" He took the underpants +from me and turned them inside out and then folded them into a ball. He picked +up his discarded shirt and after pressing the rolled up pants against my nose +and mouth he tied his shirt around my head so as to hold them there. No matter +how I tried to breathe either through my mouth or nose, I could both smell and +taste his perfume. +He grabbed my cock and pulled me upstairs. I could hardly see where I was going +as his shirt was covering most of my vision. He told me to lay face down on the +bed and I could feel him easing grease into my anal opening with his fingers. +Moments later he climbed on top of me and I could feel his wonderful little +organ pushing its way into my rectum. He was laying on top of me and the feeling +of his naked skin on my back was giving me shivers down my back. He pumped away +at my opening and it wasn't very long before I could feel the warmth of his cum +oozing inside me. He was panting as he collapsed on my back. He laid there for +quite a while and I was enjoying the contact he was making with my bare back. +Eventually he rolled off me. He looked at me and I looked at him. He undid the +shirt and removed his pants from my face. +"Was that good for you?" he said. +"Wonderful" I replied. +Within moments of speaking we were bear hugging each other and had our tongues +down each other's throats. His cock was pressed hard against my stomach. My +hands were exploring his body especially his cute little arse. His skin was so +soft but his muscles were so firm that it was just a pleasure to run my hands +all over him. I was soon licking him all over his wonderful little body and he +too started returning the pleasure with his tongue. We ended up in a 69 position +with Gary laying on top of me and we had each others cocks in our mouths and my +fingers were in his arse. We both reached our orgasms at the same time. +Time had beaten us and it was time for Gary to go. I helped him dress and it was +sad to see him go. + +TUESDAY + +My sister Claire had called at the house. My parents had dropped her off. I had +forgotten that my parents had asked me to look after her for a few days. I knew +that tonight was the night that 15-year-old Darren was coming. Darren wanted +very much to be a slave and we had previously arranged the evening's events. +There wasn't time to cancel and I was hoping that I could catch Darren as he +arrived and to tell him that it wasn't convenient for him to come tonight. +My sister was a lot younger than me and had just celebrated her sixteenth +birthday. I often wondered where she got her beauty from because she was a great +looker. I guess you could say that I've fancied for quite a long time but +because she was my sister and because of my parents, I'd never made any advances +to her. Besides I'm sure she wouldn't be interested anyhow. +"Like a coffee?" I asked her. I wanted to get to the kitchen as Darren was due +to be arriving. +"I'll get it," she replied. She was always the helpful type but now wasn't a +good time. Before I could answer she was up on her feet and leaving the room. +"Shit!" I said quietly to myself. I wasn't sure what to do next. Then an +inspiration hit me. Darren was due to call at the back door and so I decided to +watch from the lounge window and to hopefully catch Darren walking up the +driveway. That way I could stop him from embarrassing us all. +"David!" came a voice from the kitchen. It was my sister's voice. "You've got a +visitor," she continued. +I felt the heat rise to my face. I dashed out of the lounge into the hallway. I +stopped and froze. From the hallway you can see through the kitchen and see the +back door. There stood in the doorway was Darren. He was standing there stark +naked with his hands cuffed behind him. That's why I'd been so concerned. I had +previously arranged for him to come around the back garden, to remove all his +clothes and to hide them in the shed. He was to bring his set of handcuffs and +was to apply them his wrists before knocking on the back door. He was desperate +to fulfil the role of a true slave and he had agreed to my demands. +"Would you like a coffee as well?" I heard Claire asking Darren. He was as +embarrassed as I was. +"Err...Yes please," he answered. +I had slowly moved up to the kitchen doorway and was keeping myself just out of +view of my sister. She was acting very cool considering the situation. Both +Darren and myself had red faces but when I caught my sister's face I could see +that she wasn't at all flushed. +She finished making the coffee and she put the tray down on the kitchen table. +She took a fleeting glance at me but didn't say anything. +"You'd better sit down then," she said to Darren. "I'm Claire. I'm Dave's +sister. What's your name?" +"Darren," Darren replied as he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. +"Well hello Darren. Guess you can't drink your coffee with your hands behind +your back so I better help you." +She offered the cup of coffee to Darren's lips and he drank some coffee. +"So you're my brother's slave are you?" +"Yes!" His face went even redder. +"I've never had a slave before. Do you like me?" +"Sure!" +"Do you fuck women as well as my brother?" +"Sure!" was the only thing he could say. +"You're talkative aren't you?" she said as she offered him another sip of +coffee. She shocked me as she turned around and looked at me and said, "You +can't fuck your slave standing there." +I joined them in the kitchen and picked up my cup of coffee. I couldn't believe +that Claire was acting so cool about the situation. +"Guess mum and dad would love to know about this!" she said to me with a smirk +on her face. +"They don't need to know do they? I mean it would only upset them wouldn't it?" +"Probably would. Guess I might be persuaded not to tell them. As I've said I've +never had a slave before. If I can have a slave tonight I think I might forget +to tell them." +I looked at Darren and I knew he wanted to please me and would be prepared to be +my sister's slave. +"Okay then, you can have Darren as your slave for the evening providing you tell +our parents. Do you promise?" +"I don't want one slave. I want two slaves! If you'll both be my slave then I'll +promise!" +"I'm not sure about that Claire." +"It's up to you." I knew she meant what she said. +"If that's what you want then I can't say no." +"Fine!" A wicked smile came over her face. "It's not fair that Darren is naked +and your not! Wait here a minute." She disappeared and went upstairs. Moments +later she returned with another pair of handcuffs. It wasn't until later that I +discovered that my sister had known for a long time about my activities when +she'd discovered the chest in the spare bedroom that was full of sex toys. +"Take these," she said as she offered me the cuffs. "I want you to do the same +as Darren. I want you to go outside and to strip off. To hide your clothes in +the shed and to put the cuffs on. When you're ready I want you to knock on the +back door." +I went out the back and did as she said. When I'd firmly cuffed my hands behind +my back I knocked on the back door. My sister answered the door as expected but +instead of her inviting me back in she beckoned Darren to join us outside. She'd +packed a little bag. +She turned to me and said, "I think we'll have you by here." She beckoned me to +stand against the back wall of my house just in front of one of the drainpipes. +She pulled out a length of rope and tied me to the pipe. She brushed her hand +against my cock and immediately it responded. "Do you realise I've never seen +this before," she said pointing at my cock. "It's not normal for a girl to not +see her brother's penis at some stage. By the time I was old enough to notice +you, you'd already left home. It's such a nice beast as well!" +She left me there with my cock standing out proud. For the first time I was +really studying my sister's sexuality. She was a stunner. My cock twitched at +the idea of seeing my sister naked. Perhaps this evening I might but then again +I might not. I started dreaming that perhaps I would and then my thoughts went +to the idea of actually fucking my own sister. My mind was going into overload +and I could see the pre-cum hanging from the end of my dick. +She had now tied up Darren to the other drainpipe. She kneeled in front of him +and wrapped her lips around his swollen organ. My knees nearly collapsed at the +sight. I was hoping that I was going to be next. She sucked and teased Darren's +cock while squeezing his balls in hand. I could see Darren's body shudder as his +cum left the end of cock and into my sister's eager mouth. She licked his cock +clean before coming over to me. +Instead of giving me the same treatment she untied me. I was feeling a little +disappointed but then again the evening was still young! She told me to untie +Darren. "Follow me," she said. +My house backed on to a main road via a small overgrown wasteland area +immediately behind my garden. The other side of the main road was a couple of +fields and then woodland. +We followed my sister to the bottom of the garden and she told us to climb over +the fence. She then led us through the little bit of wasteland and told us to +wait on the edge of the main road. A few cars went passed and then the road was +quiet. She told us that we had to run across the road and after double-checking +that there wasn't a car in sight we both ran across the road. Just as we got to +the other side we could hear a car speeding towards us. There was a hedge in +front of us that stood about 4 feet high and with all our efforts we rolled over +it. Claire joined us moments later. She hadn't jumped, as she had nothing to +hide. Both Darren and myself had quite a lot of cuts and grazes over our bodies +where the hedge at cut into us. +"I want you to give Darren a piggy back across the fields," Claire said to me. +She pulled out the key to my cuffs and released me. She did the same for Darren. +Darren climbed on my back. "No not like that," she said. "I want Darren's cock +inside you!" +"I don't think that's possible!" I replied. +"Just stop whinging and do as your told!" I'd never heard her be so dominant. I +felt like telling her where to go but something inside me said that I should +obey her. I bent over and let Darren push his cock into my arse. We didn't have +any grease with us so it hurt like mad. I told Darren to hold me tight around my +neck and I lifted his legs off the ground while at the same time lifting myself +into a standing position. To my surprise his cock stayed in position. I began +walking as directed by my sister. The friction of Darren's cock in my butt was +killing me and I'm sure it must have been killing Darren. We hadn't walked more +than about 50 yards when I felt the injection of warm cum being released. The +movement was obviously exciting Darren. The cum helped to lubricate out linkage +and it became easier to walk. Amazingly Darren maintained his erection and +before we finally got to the woodland, I felt two more injections of hot cum. +"Okay you can dismount," my sister demanded. I let Darren slide down my back and +we all heard the pop as his cock left my butt. Claire replaced the cuffs so that +we both had our hands cuffed behind our backs. "Follow me," she said. We walked +behind her as she took us deeper and deeper into the woods. Neither Darren nor +myself were wearing shoes. During the walk across the fields I had managed to +cut my foot and I was finding it hard to walk. Several times Darren and my +sister had to stop and wait for me to catch up. Claire would tell me not to be a +baby and give me a couple of hard slaps across my buttocks. +I had dropped back quite a bit again and I had lost sight of Darren and Claire. +I guessed that they would be following the pathway and continued. I began to +speed up but I still couldn't see them. The pathway narrowed as it passed the +edge of the side of a crevice. As I passed the point I heard a voice shouting. +It was Darren's voice. It was coming from below where I was standing. +"Dave, is that you?" the voice said. +"Yes," I answered. "Where are you?" +"We're down here. We lost our footing and slipped down the bank." +"Are you both okay?" +"No. I'm okay but your sister is in a bad way. She bleeding badly and we need +help." +"I'm coming down," I said. +"No don't do that. It's too steep. Besides we need help to get us out of here +and get your sister to hospital. There's no way out of here that I can see so +you'll have to get some rope and a few people to pull us out." +"But I don't have the keys to the house. Claire has them." I said wondering how +I was going to get help. +"There's no way of getting them to you. Besides Claire needs urgent attention +and it's too far to go back to your house. There's a house nearby. I remember +seeing it before. If you carry on the path your on until you come to a fence and +then turn right you'll see it on your left." +"I can't go to a strangers house. I've got no clothes on or have you forgotten?" +"That's up to you," he replied. "It's your sister and if you don't get help +pretty damn soon then I can't guarantee she'll survive." +"Shit!" I thought to myself. What a position to be in. I decided that I had +little choice but to go to the house that Darren had suggested. How I was going +to explain my nakedness and the cuffs on my hands I just couldn't fathom but I +knew I had to get help. I followed the path and turned right when I reached the +fence. Darren was right there was a house there. I ducked under the fence but +caught my back on the barbed wire. It cut deep into my back. There was no time +to worry about it and continued to the back door of the house. I was unable to +use my hands to knock the door so I used my foot. The door was half glazed and I +could see someone coming. Thank God it was a man. He opened the door. +"What can I do for you, Sir," he said to me. He seemed to be ignoring my +nakedness. +"My sister and a friend need help back in the woods. My sister is badly hurt and +needs urgent medical treatment." +"You better come in then," he said as he opened the door wider so that I could +go in. "We've got a pervert here again Marge," he shouted out. +"Coming dear" I heard a reply. Within a few moments I woman walked into the +room. "He's a nice one!" she said to her husband. +"It looks like he injured!" he said to her. +"Oh yes I see what you mean. We better see to that." +"No don't worry about me, it's my sister..." I protested but before I could +finish she interrupted me. +"Now calm down. One thing at a time. First let's see to that cut and then we'll +worry about your sister." She pulled out a first aid kit out of a drawer and +began cleaning the cut on my back. For a second I forgot about the immediacy of +my sister's condition as the woman soothed the pain on my back. It was then that +I became conscious of my nakedness and the cuffs securing my hands. The woman's +husband was sitting opposite me and I was surprised that he was staring between +my legs. +"Go and get your medical bag," she said to her husband. She turned back to me +and said, "It's okay he's a doctor and I'm a nurse. This cut on your back may be +infected and he's gong to give you a tetanus injection. Once we've sorted that +out then we'll get some help for your sister." +I began to relax. This couple knew what to do and we'd soon have everything +sorted. I thought I'd better say something about my situation. +"I should explain why I haven't got any clothes on..." +"That'll wait!" she interrupted. "You can explain everything later." +"Okay." +The husband returned with his medical bag. I watched him as he prepared the +injection. When he'd finished he stuck into my arm and injected its contents +into me. Soon as he'd finished I stood up and spoke. +"Can we go and get my sister and friend now?" +They didn't answer so I asked then again. They still didn't answer. They just +watched me. "Please help!" I shouted and with that my head began to buzz and I +could feel my legs beginning to weaken and then nothing. A total blackness came +over me. That was followed by a series of flashing zigzag lines. It seemed to go +on for ages. After a while the flashing stopped and I opened my eyes. Everything +was blurred and I couldn't focus on anything. I tried to move my arms but +couldn't. In fact I couldn't move anything. As the feeling returned to my +extremities, I realised that I was tied down. My hands were clamped above my +head and each of my legs was also clamped. Finally my eyes began to focus and I +could see that I was alone in a room. A room that was full of all sorts of +apparatus and resembled some kind of torture chamber. Then I remembered what had +happened at that my sister needed help. I tried to shout out but I couldn't as I +had a leather gag placed over my mouth. +A man walked into the room. I recognised him as the owner of the house, the one +that had given me the injection. It wasn't a tetanus injection but some kind of +anaesthetic drug. I wondered how long I'd been asleep. I knew my arse was +hurting and that I'd probably been raped. +"He's awake," he shouted. +"Be there in a moment dear" was the reply from his wife. +He looked at me and he could see the fear in my eyes. "My wife likes tall men +and your not very tall are you? I think we'll see if we can make you a little +taller. My wife also likes men with long cocks and I'm afraid you just don't cut +the mustard in that department either." He placed some kind of rubberised sheath +over the length of my cock and then inserted a metal bar into the sheath. As he +twisted the bar I could feel the sheath getting tighter and tighter around my +shaft. He continued to tighten until the diameter of my cock was about half an +inch. The bell end of my cock stuck out like a big mushroom sitting on a thin +stalk. It wasn't particularly painful but it was extremely uncomfortable. He +secured a chain to the end of the sheath and secured the other end somewhere +down by my feet. It was difficult to see exactly where as I had limited head +movement. He then double-checked that my hands and feet were secure in their +clamps before he picked up a little control box from under the table I was +laying on. He flicked a switch on the panel and I could here a whirling sound. I +immediately felt the slack being taken up as the machine pulled gently on my +arms, my feet and on my cock. The whirling sound changed to steady hum and the +pressure on my limbs increased very slowly. It was obviously a well-engineered +piece of equipment. +I realised what this guy's intentions were and that this machine was going to +stretch me to my limits. It was going to do it very slowly so as to cause +minimal damage to me. The machine kept on humming and the pressure increasing. +It wasn't long before I lost the feeling in my hands and my feet as the pressure +cut off my circulation to them. Although by now I couldn't see my cock, I knew +that the end of my cock was probably in the same condition. +After about 5 minutes or so of this stretching I was beginning to suffer a lot +of pain and discomfort. I was trying to scream out but I couldn't because of the +gag. After a couple more minutes the wife entered the room stark naked but I was +in no fit state to get excited. She asked her husband if he'd administered any +local anaesthetic and he said no. She told him he was a sadistic bastard and +that he should inject me straight away. He reluctantly got out his syringe and +injected me in each of my ankles and my wrists and within moments I felt the +pain in them subside. The pain in my cock and in my spine remained but it was +more bearable. +"That's enough!" the wife said after about another 5 minutes or so. The husband +flicked the switch and the humming stopped. I felt as if I was about 12 feet in +length and my cock was about 2 foot long. I looked down the length of my body as +best as I could and I could see all my ribs standing out proud. He pressed +another button and the base from underneath me released and I was suspended in +the horizontal position secured by my hands, feet and cock. A few more buttons +and I was in the upright position and then turned upside down. The husband +placed some crocodile clips to my nipples while the wife inserted an electrode +into the end of my penis. The other end of the wires was plugged into some +apparatus down by my feet. A press of a button and a jolt of electricity flowed +through my body causing my whole body to jerk. He turned a knob and pressed the +button again and a bigger jolt went through me. He then flicked a switch and a +smaller charge of electricity alternated between each of my nipples and the end +of my cock. The charge was a lot smaller and I soon got accustomed to it and +after a while it became quite erotic. +That was when he took his cock out and kneeled down in front of my face. He +removed the gag from my face and told me, "Be good and do as you're told and you +won't be punished. Be naughty and you'll feel those bigger electric shocks and +believe me the one you've felt were mild!" +"What about my sister?" I said. ZAP - another severe shock blasted my body. +"I warned you!" he said. +He pushed his cock into my mouth and told me to give the best ever blowjob or +else. He was cut and I began to tease the end of his cock with my tongue. He +seemed to like it. I slowly took more and more of his cock into my mouth +building up a rhythm and he began to react. Before long he was fucking my face +and pushing his rather large cock harder and harder down my throat. The rhythm +got faster and faster and after a moment or two his hot cum was gushing down my +throat. +"Good boy!" he said. "I guess you need to have your mouth washed out!" +He waited for his cock to soften a bit. He then ordered me to open my mouth as +wide as I could. No sooner had I done as I was told when he started to piss into +my mouth. It seemed like gallons of the stuff was hitting me and I couldn't +swallow fast enough. It was running out of my mouth and up my nose and I was +choking on his piss. +Then the wife offered me her cunt and I had to lick her out until she reached an +orgasm. Like wise she too washed me out with her piss. I was then blindfolded +and forced to go through the same routine with another male and another female. +I didn't know who they were but I could tell that they were probably a lot +younger. I guessed that were probably their children. +I felt the motors start up and I felt myself coming back to a horizontal +position. Then I felt myself turn over and I guess I was facing the floor. +Another motor started up and I felt the tension on my over stretched cock +beginning to ease. After a while all the tension was gone and I felt someone +removing the sheath from my cock. It was burning with the rush of hot blood +reaching it. Yet another motor started humming and I felt a slight decrease in +pressure on my legs and almost simultaneously another motor started and it began +to spread my legs further and further apart. I thought it was never going to +stop and I thought I was going to snap like a wishbone. +My arse was now wide open and available. I felt a piece of pipe being inserted +into it and moments later I felt the gush of hot water swilling about inside me. +Then the pipe was removed and replaced by someone's cock. I think it was the +husbands as it felt quite big and when he started to pump me I could feel his +mighty length deep inside me. He pumped me with his cum. Then I felt another +cock inside me and he too pumped me with his cum. During all this the electrodes +were still connected to my nipples and feeding me with mild shocks to alternate +nipples. +I felt the machine turn me over and it lowered me to the ground. I was beginning +to feel life coming back to my wrists and ankles and the pain was beginning to +return. I felt an injection piercing my scrotum and almost immediately I felt my +cock rise. I don't know what he injected in me but I had an almighty erection, +the biggest I'd ever felt. I felt someone cunt's being lowered over my erection. +This was no ordinary erection and it felt wonderful. Almost immediately I +ejaculated into the offered cunt. The erection did not subside. Neither did the +cunt and it continued to ride my shaft. Within a few moments I filled the cunt +again. Then I felt the younger cunt being lowered over me and I filled that one +twice as well. My balls felt like they were going to explode. I'd never been +able to ejaculate 4 times in a row in a period of about 5 minutes! +I felt a small prick in the top of my arm and I was once again sent off to +sleep. +I awoke and once again had trouble focusing. I could feel that I no longer had +any restraints on me. In fact I could work out that I was in bed and that there +was someone lying alongside me. As my sight came back to normal I turned my head +and looked at the person that was next to me. It was Claire and I was in my own +bed at home. Claire was lying naked alongside me. +"Are you okay?" I said to her. +"Of course I am," she replied. +"But aren't you injured?" then it dawned on me. "You never were hurt were you?" +"No." +"It was all a set up wasn't it?" +"Yep." +"That means it was you and Darren that joined that couple wasn't it?" +"Yep. Darren has been my sex slave for about 3 years now. Are you angry?" +"Sure am. I think. Well not really. It's all a bit of a shock." I realised that +I'd actually fucked my own baby sister. I haven't yet seen her naked but I'd +fucked her and licked out her pussy! Then again she was naked now. I had an +amazing erection. In fact I had an erection when I awoke. +"I've got something to tell you," she said as she could see me studying my +erection. "Doctor James gave you some of his experimental serum. Your erection +may last for a couple of days. I don't think you'll be able to go to work for +while." +"I guess not. It seems a pity to waste it doesn't it?" +"I'd hope you'd say that!" + +WEDNESDAY + +So far it's been quite a day. I awoke with a boner and it hasn't gone down yet. +I've at last seen Claire fully naked as she paraded around the bedroom first +thing. She is a cracker. I knew she had a nice pair of breasts but seeing them +in the raw was absolutely wonderful. Everything was in perfect proportion to +everything else. Before getting dressed Claire has sucked me off twice, I've +fucked her twice and I've anal fucked her once. The muscles around my cock are +sore from all the activity and having to maintain such a huge erection. I feel +so horny! +When I dressed I had great trouble with my cock. There was no way I could keep +it my underpants. So I walked around with my cock protruding from underpants and +the top of my trousers. The head of my circumcised penis is very sensitive and +if anything comes in contact it with it I immediately produce pre-cum and it +oozes out the end of it. +14 year old Jason has just arrived straight from school. I introduced him to +Claire but they knew of each other. Jason went to the same school as Claire used +to although he was a couple of grades below her. Jason seemed a little uneasy +about Claire being there. +"Do you have a problem with Claire being present?" I asked him. +"Well...sort of. I discovered a while back that my interests are with males and +not females. I suppose you could say that I'm gay!" he answered. +"You're a little young to have come to that conclusion." +"Perhaps I am but that's how I feel. Don't get me wrong mind. I don't dislike +girls and I like to see them without clothes on. It's just I have no interest in +having sex with them." +I moved forward in my chair so as to get a little closer to Jason. As I moved my +cock pushed its way out between my shirt and trousers. It was just sitting +there. Jason's eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. +"Fuck me," he said. "What the hell is that?" +"It's a long story," I replied. "I've had a dose of an experimental drug and +I've had that since last night. It just won't go down! No matter how many times +I ejaculate it just stays there." I could feel my face reddening slightly. +Jason leant forward towards me and touched the end of my cock. It made me jump. +A globule of pre-cum appeared. +"Shit! That looks really sensitive. May I?" he said gesturing whether he could +have a closer look. +"Be my guest." +He undid my trousers and pulled them down along with my underwear. He played +with cock for a while. He liked the way I jumped every time he made contact with +the tip of it. He touched the end of my cock with his tongue. It was like an +electric shock. It had been quite a few hours since the last time that I'd +ejaculated and it appeared that the longer that time went on the more sensitive +my cock was becoming. He gently eased the end of my cock into his mouth. I +couldn't control myself and I came straight away. It made Jason choke as the cum +hit the back of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for me to cum so quickly. +"Fuck me," he said. "That's one hell of a fuck machine you have there!" He +thought for a while. He got up and walked over to Claire and whispered in her +ear. They both laughed and Claire nodded to him. "Claire and I would like to put +your mighty cock to the test. We'd like to see how many times you can cum over +the next few hours. Both Claire and I are willing to be your fuck slaves. You +may fuck any of our orifices as you wish or we'll jerk you off if you prefer. +Claire and I want your cum all over us." +"I'm up for that," I answered. "In more ways than one." We all laughed. "Why +don't you both strip off!" +They nodded in acceptance and took their clothes off. I also removed my +remaining clothes. The two of them were standing naked in front of me. Their +eyes were on my oversized cock. Meanwhile I was savouring the view that was +feasting my eyes. Two wonderfully formed specimens of young bodies were there +for my pleasure. +I had Jason lay down on his back on the floor. I raised his legs so that his +feet were over his head. I told Claire to straddle over his chest and to hold +his legs for me. I inserted a large amount of grease into the opening of Jason's +anus. I slowly inserted my cock into his freshly greased opening and with a +thrust I pushed it all the way home. I couldn't believe that a single stroke had +been enough to cause me to erupt. I filled his arse with hot cum. I continued to +pump him and with moments I filled him again. +I pulled out and kneeled in front of them. I began to jerk myself and within a +short period of time I came all over them. I was manipulating my cock as I was +coming so as to squirt as much I could over the two of them. It was dripping off +them. This turned Claire on and she leant forward and took my cock into her +mouth and I gave her a mouthful as well. I told them to change positions and I +fucked Claire's anus twice and then her cunt twice. Jason sucked me off and I +came over the two of them again. +The evening went on like this and I came a total of 33 times. I fucked the two +of them in several different positions and they were both covered in my cum! My +balls were giving hell. They were aching and swollen. Finally I was fucking my +sister in her cunt and when I exploded for 34th time I pulled out. We all +watched with ore as my cock finally decided to go limp. It shrank so much that +it almost disappeared. It looked like it was going into hibernation in the sack +of my balls. I was totally exhausted! I made my excuses and told them that I +couldn't go on and had to go to bed to rest. They agreed. I gathered up my +clothes and headed out of the room. I went to the kitchen to get a drink to take +up to bed. When I passed the living room on my way up, I could see Jason fucking +my sister. I guess he isn't as gay as he thought he was! + +THURSDAY + +I had to go back to work today but my mind wasn't on my work. My boss took me +into his office just before knocking off time. He was concerned that I wasn't +looking too well and that I was not fulfilling my daily workload as well as +normally did. If only he knew why! I made some excuses that I was a little off +colour. He suggested that I take some time off. We agreed that I would take a +couple of weeks off work with a combination of sick leave and holidays. +On the way home I began thinking about James whose turn it was to come over. +What was I going to do with him? From what I recall he's 11 year old and +underdeveloped but he has the sweetest cum of them all. I was sure that Claire +was going to like him. +As I put my key into my front door I sensed that we already had company. I +walked into the lounge where I found Claire and James screwing each other on the +floor. For a moment I didn't notice anybody else in the room as I watched the +two naked bodies pounding on the floor. Then I realised that there was a man +sitting on the settee and Peter sitting on the armchair. I recognised the man +but for a moment I couldn't recall where. Then I remembered he was the doctor +who drugged me earlier in the week. I nodded to him and sat down next to him. +None of us spoke, as we didn't wish to disturb the two youngsters on the floor. +For an 11-year-old James was sure putting a lot of energy into screwing my +sister. I could see the sweat running down his back as he constantly pumped his +cock in and out of my sister's cunt. Claire was grunting a lot and was obviously +oblivion to the fact that I was watching. Then with a shout, James finally shot +his load and collapsed on top of Claire. +"Hi Dave," Claire said to me peering from underneath James' body. +"Hi Claire," I answered. "I see you started without me!" +"Sorry about that. We couldn't wait. By the way Doctor James is here to have a +word with you." +"I can see that," I replied. I looked at Peter and smiled and then turned to +Doctor James and said, "Doctor James, what brings you here?" +"Call me Jeff. First of all I'd like to apologise for what we put you through +the other night. Claire said that you'd accept our little deception but I was a +little nervous taking a young girl's word for it." He said sheepishly. +"No need to worry on that score," I replied. "I must admit you had me going +though. I thought for a while that I'd stumbled across a pair of nutcases and +that I'd probably wasn't going to get out of it alive. I guess that added to the +evening in a warped and strange way!" +"I found that to be so in many cases. The fear of the unknown can be an +incredible sexual turn-on." +"Sure can. So I guess you get involved with young sex. I mean Claire tells me +that you and her go back a while and so do several of her friends." +"Yes I guess you could say I have a large sexual appetite. Obviously youngsters +are particularly interesting but I enjoy sex with people of any age and sex. I +love to experiment with drugs in order to enhance sex as you're probably aware!" +he smiled at me. +"Too true! That injection you gave me was incredible. I had no idea that the +male cock could produce so much sperm. So what can I do for you today?" +Peter intercepted the conversation and said, "I too know Jeff. I've known him +for quite a while. He runs a junior outdoor pursuits club. It's only recently +that we've got involved in sexual activities when we realise that over 70% of +the members were sexually active." +"That's right," jumped in Jeff. "We've had a few parties and special functions +for our X members as we call them. My friend Colin and I run the club. Colin +knows about the X members but feels that while he has no objections to it he +doesn't feel that he can get involved. To get to the point, the X club is going +hiking next week as it's school holidays and I need another adult to help out." +He winked at me as he said it. +"In other words you want me to help you take a group of kids on a sex romp!" +"I guess you could put it that way. If you're offended by it then let's say no +more about it." +"No, no. I'm not offended. I'm quite honoured that you've asked me. So what have +you got planned?" +Everybody began to relax. They obviously weren't sure how I would take it. They +were glad that I was keen to participate and so was I! +Jeff started, "There's quite a few people going." +"How many," I asked. +"Thirty-six. Twenty-four boys and Twelve girls." +"Fuck me!" I replied with astonishment. +"Not just now," Jeff replied laughing. "They're all between 10 and 16 years old. +I've spoken to them all and confirmed that they're willing to comply with all +activities. They all know what's expected of them. I have a file here." Jeff +handed me a folder. "In there is list of all the kids. There's also a personal +file on each one, which shows what their limitations are, if any. It also +highlights their sexual fantasies. You'll also notice that each one has signed +that they are happy to take part and are under no duress to participate. I know +that doesn't mean anything legally but I personally feel happier that each kid +wants to take part and enjoy it." +"I have to agree with you there. If a kid wants to take part then he or she +should be allowed to." I said. +"I know my uncle's feelings on that score," said Peter. +Jeff continued, "Good. We're leaving this Sunday at 10am and driving up to the +Brazier Pass. We've borrowed a couple of mini buses as well as our own. If you +can drive one, I'll drive another and Colin has agreed to drive the other one +but will only drop off the kids and then return home. Each kid has been given a +list of items to bring with them and each will have their own haversacks. We've +chosen Brazier Pass, as it's one of the least populated areas I know of and once +we've moved a couple of miles into the Pass we're almost guaranteed total +privacy." +Claire, Peter and James joined in the conversation. We generally outlined what +was going to happen starting from this coming Sunday through to the following +Sunday. It was amazing that I'd been given time off work and that I was free to +take part in the most exciting week of pure sex! Jeff was going to give each of +the girls a new Pill that would prevent any chance of pregnancy. All the kids +are going to meet tomorrow evening when Jeff is going to give each a thorough +physical and to check if any of them are likely to be carrying any sexually +transmittable diseases. Unfortunately this meant that my evening with +13-year-old Chris would have to be postponed. Likewise, the proposed meeting on +Saturday was also cancelled. Not to worry though I had a lot of shopping to do +getting a rucksack, boots, etc., ready for the weekend. Claire was going home in +the morning to pack and I was picking her up from my parents on Sunday morning. +We watched again as James got active again with Claire. When he'd finished, +Peter stripped off and gave us a show as he also fucked her. Jeff and I simply +watched and didn't take part. We were saving ourselves for next week! + +To be continued... + + + +-- + + +Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! + +http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html + +Be There..... + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug5.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug5.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e831b8fa --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Y/yungmug5.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3515 @@ +Copyright © 1997, The Story Teller. ALL Rights Reserved. + +This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without +the written permission of the author. This story may be freely +distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted +through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. + + + + + + + + +THE STORY TELLER + +Chapter 5 + +SUNDAY + +It's just after 1pm and we've just arrived at Brazier Pass. The kids have +unloaded the mini buses of all their kit. Colin has just wished us all the best +and has set off back towards home. The kids are pretty excited in anticipation +of the week ahead of them. So am I! +Jeff and I had talked at length about some of the proposed activities. We had +agreed that he would be the ultimate boss and I was his backup being the only +other adult. Our plans had been slightly upset when one of the boys backed out +due to illness and we were now one short. After a quick discussion I agreed to +take the boy's place and that I was to be no other than one of the kids and +would be treated the same. Obviously I would still be at hand should Jeff need +me to control a situation should it arise. At first I was a little disappointed +that I wasn't going to share the command of all these kids but I soon began to +like the idea that I was going to join in the fun that was so exciting the other +kids. +Jeff got us all to group together with our kit on our backs. The older boys, +including myself, had to carry extra equipment such as the mess tent and +equipment. It was quite a weight and I wasn't used to carrying it on my back. +Jeff led us through the forest and out of the other side. This was no mean feat +as the forest was about 2 miles in length. When Jeff told us to take a break we +were glad to shed the weight off our backs and to crash out on the ground. The +last few days have been very sunny and hot and according to the weather forecast +it was set to continue. Although the trees in the forest had shielded us from +direct sunlight it was very humid. +"Okay listen up you lot," Jeff called out. "We're now out of reach of +civilisation!" Everybody cheered. Jeff continued. "We've still got a long way to +go yet, probably another five or six miles or more. Before we set off again you +can have a little rest and listen to what I have to tell you. I'm going to split +you off in pairs. I will call out your names and tell you who your partner's +going to be..." +Jeff continued to call out our names. As he went through the list it was obvious +that he was pairing us in a non-random method. Firstly, each pair would have one +of the older kids paired with one of the younger kids. Likewise the girls were +paired according to their main sexual preference and some were paired with each +other and others with one of the boys. I was paired with a boy called Simon, a +young lad with blonde hair that I didn't know. I was to find out that he was +eleven. He looked interesting. He had a cute little face surrounded with masses +of bushy blonde hair. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned and I took a little +peek at his chest and was quite excited at the prospect of seeing more of him. +He too gave me the once over but showed little interest. Time will tell as they +say. +"Okay settle down," Jeff continued. "So now you know who your partners are. +Although during the course of the week you may be parted from your partner, I +want you to look out for each other's welfare. I guess you'll probably already +worked out that I've paired you according to age. I've worked it out so that +there is a minimum of 3 years between each of you. To make my life easier the +youngest of the pair will be called the 'Junior' and the other one will be +called the 'Senior'. If you're a junior and you have a problem then you should +talk to your senior. If your senior then you should approach me or if I'm not +available then approach Dave. You seniors should take this responsibility +seriously and I trust you on this. I appreciate that you won't always be able to +look after you junior so there are a few other rules that you must all follow." +He opened a bag of whistles, which were attached to coloured ribbons and handed +them out. "I want each of you to wear one of these whistles around your neck. +The juniors should wear the red ones and the seniors the green ones. The purpose +of these is twofold. Firstly if you are in any danger and need assistance then +use the whistle and give two short blows at regular intervals. If it's a life or +death situation then give 3 blows. Misuse of the whistle at anytime will cause +you to be punished. Secondly, the coloured ribbons will indicate to others +whether you are a junior or a senior. This is important as I forbid any junior +to be alone outside the encampment, when we get there, unless accompanied by a +senior. Any seniors will then be responsible for any juniors that are with them. +Please note seniors that this doesn't mean that they are your slaves and that +you can order them about! You are only responsible for their safety. Misuse of +your position will be punished. Likewise you juniors will be punished if you are +caught unaccompanied outside the encampment. Anybody caught not wearing their +whistle accept when they're in their tent will also be punished. Remember that +my decision is final and you must all obey my commands at all times without +argument. There are a lot of you and I am responsible for keeping you in order. +I don't want to spoil your fun but I expect discipline at all times. This is for +everybody's sake. You can expect me to be quite harsh on those who don't conduct +themselves in the proper manner. Okay that's enough about the rules for now as +time's getting on. As we won't be stopping again until we reach the site and +we're going to be exposed to the sun most of the way I think it would be a good +idea if you all strip down to your underwear. Girls it's up to you whether you +remove your bras. Before you all start undressing I want to stress that this is +not the time to get sexual in anyway and I expect you to control yourselves. Be +warned! Once you have undressed I want you all to put on the suntan lotion that +I asked you all to bring. Get your partners to help put it on and make sure all +your exposed skin is well covered." +I watched young Simon as he took his shirt off. What a lovely little body he +has. Not a whisper of hair anywhere, not even under his arms. When he took his +trousers off he revealed his perfectly smooth legs. He was wearing a pair of +boxer shorts and I was trying to imagine what he would look like without them. I +was convinced that he probably had a hairless cock as well. +"Will you rub my suntan lotion in for me?" Simon said to me. +"Of course I will," I replied. +I rubbed the rather oily lotion all over his body. As I was rubbing the oil into +the top of his legs I couldn't help but notice the tip of his cock just +protruding from underneath one of the legs of his rather baggy shorts. My hand +seemed to lose control of itself and my fingers disappeared under his shorts. +"What do you think you are doing?" shouted Jeff directly at me. +I felt my cheeks redden. It was like a teacher catching me doing something I +shouldn't back in my schooldays. I didn't know what to say. +"I warned you!" he continued. "I didn't want any sexual activity and you've +disobeyed me. Your punishment will be that you'll strip completely and from now +on you'll wear nothing but your walking boots." +I looked directly at him. Surely he wasn't going to embarrass me this early on. +He stared back at me and his eyes told me that it wasn't a good idea to +challenge his order. He had to have discipline and he was using me as an +example. I did as he ordered and stripped. There was a woof whistle from one of +the kids. +"Who did that?" Jeff demanded. There was no answer. "I'll ask again. Who did +that?" Still there was no answer. "Okay then I was hoping to have some honesty. +Graham come here!" A tallish but skinny lad approached us. "It was you wasn't +it? I saw you out of the corner of my eye." +"Yes, Sir," was the reply. +"Okay the you can strip as well!" Jeff turned to an older boy called Justin, a +tubby boy of fifteen. "As you are his senior and you didn't tell me that it was +him then you can strip as well!" +There was now three of us who were stark naked and while the rest of the group +watched with interest, none of them dared to say anything or to even smile. +"Let this be a warning to all of you. I will have discipline. Now hurry up and +get your kits together. We've got a long trek ahead of us." +The group assembled themselves and we started off once again. The next couple of +hours or so was hard work. I wasn't use to walking long distances especially +naked. Jeff led the group and I took up the rear. It was my job to make sure +that we didn't lose anybody. As I was naked I was glad that I was at the back. I +let Graham and Justin walk with me. During the long trek a couple of arguments +broke out and Jeff dealt with them. By the time we finally got to the site Sue, +Lucy and my Peter had joined us. They too had to strip and were walking naked. +That last couples of miles were difficult as all the boys including myself had +constant erections. +Jeff told us all how we were to set up the camp and where each pair was to site +their tent. "Those of you on punishment can set up the mess tent," Jeff ordered. +He told the rest of the group that as soon as they had set up their tent they +could have a rest or sleep. Those of us on punishment had to carry on working. +The two girls started getting the groups supper sorted while we set up the rest +of the communal equipment under the supervision of Jeff. Thankfully, the sun +was beginning to set and it was beginning to cool down. +Later on that evening we were all sitting in the mess tent having our supper. +Those of us on punishment have to serve the others with food and drink. By the +way we will still naked. The rest of the group was now fully clothed. They were +laughing and joking at our expense and Jeff was letting them enjoy themselves. +After all this was a holiday and the kids were here to enjoy themselves but he'd +managed to instil that they had to behave or they would be punished. A job he'd +done well but at my expense. +After everybody had eaten Jeff once again spoke to the whole group. "Well folks +I think it's time we all turned in. It's been a long day. Before we do I want to +cover a few points. First off for the next 24 hours we're going to play a +master-slave game. The seniors are going to be the masters and the juniors are +going to be the slaves." A rumble could be heard from the juniors. "Quieten down +now. We'll reverse the roles later on so you juniors will have your chance. Now +here are a few ground rules. Don't forget what I said earlier today about +juniors being off the camp without a senior. Masters, basically anything goes +but there are a few limitations. No slave should be beaten or forced to endure +real pain. For the slaves protection he or she may use the words 'Time Out' and +you, as the master, must stop whatever your doing to the slave. At that point +the master-slave relationship stops for a moment and the two of you should +discuss what caused the 'Time Out' command. If you can agree between yourselves +then you can continue with the relationship. If not then you should cease that +action until such time as you can refer the problem to me. I will then decide if +the action was warranted or not. I must warn you that either party may be +punished if I think that a wrong has been committed by one of the party's. So +it's up to you to sort out your own problems wherever possible. When I +interviewed you individually, before we left you all, you all indicated that you +are happy to drink piss but most of you told me that you weren't happy about +eating shit. To make it fair on everybody then forcing your slave to eat shit is +a no-no. Lastly, this particular game is on a one-to-one basis and no slave +swapping will be allowed. A slave is not obliged to take orders from anybody +else accept from his or her master or of course me. During the day tomorrow you +will be permitted to leave the camp but you shouldn't wander more than about a +mile from the camp. One other thing, as you already know you are responsible for +your own food during the day and only at supper are you obliged to eat +communally. Slaves may or may not be given food as you so wish. However, they +must be allowed to eat at supper and you should see that they are given +something to drink every hour during the day. By the way during supper tomorrow +the slaves will continue to be slaves until after supper has finished. Before +you all go off to bed I'd like all those on punishment to line up in front of +you all." +We lined up in front of everybody. It was very embarrassing. +"I think most of you have got the message about discipline and rules. This lot +here have fulfilled their punishments once they have done the washing up! +Believe me they have got off lightly. Now off to bed with you all and have fun. +Good night." +After I had helped to wash up after supper I went to my tent where my slave +Simon was waiting. I unzipped the tent door and climbed in. Simon was in his +sleeping bag and was fast asleep. He looked so peaceful and I was totally bushed +myself, so I decided to let him sleep. I climbed into my sleeping bag and within +moments I was asleep myself. + +MONDAY + +"Master," said Simon as he gave me a little shake. "Master its morning." +"What time is it?" I said trying to wake myself up. It took me few moments to +co-ordinate myself and to work out where I was. Then I remembered. +"Just after six." +"SIX!" +"I'm sorry Sir. After last night and my failure to stay awake I thought you'd +like to rise early so that I can make it up to you. I was feeling a little home +sick last night but I'm okay now. I accept that you'll want to punish me for +last. In the meantime, my master, would it please you if I undressed for you?" +"Yes, that would be nice," I replied. The tent we have is a bell type and it's +just over five and half feet high in the centre and just tall enough for Simon +to stand up. I sat myself up and continued. "I'd like you to stand up and +undress really slowly. No, on second thoughts I'd like to undress you. First of +all kneel down by here." I pointed to a spot just in front of me. His legs had +to straddle my body. +"Is this right, master?" +"Yes that's fine," I said as I run my fingers through his blonde hair. I let my +hands run down his neck and onto his shoulders. His shoulders were quite broad +for his age. My hands run down the front of his chest down to his stomach and +then back up to the top button of his shirt. I undid the button and then the +next until I'd undone all the buttons. I peeled back his shirt to reveal his +hairless chest and stomach. There's something about a hairless body that makes +it so wonderful to just run your fingers up and down its length. His skin was +like silk and nicely tanned. I peeled his shirt further back until it slid down +his arms and left his body. +"Do you like what you see?" he said to me. +"Yes," I replied. "Your lovely." +"Would you like to take my trousers off?" +"Sure would. I'd like you to stand up for this." +He did as he was told and stood up in the middle of the tent. I got out of my +sleeping bag and kneeled in front of him." +"Hands on your head," I said to him and he responded. +I run my hands over his buttocks. My hands slowly moved around over his crotch. +I gave it a gentle squeeze but surprised to feel quite a packet. The excitement +soon died down when I realised that it was probably his boxer shorts being +crumpled up in the front. I undid the clasp at the top of his trousers and slid +the zip of his fly down. Pushing my hands inside his trousers and working them +around to his hips his trousers slid to the ground. He stepped out of them. He +still had the same baggy shorts on as he'd had on yesterday. I resisted the +temptation this time of finding his cock through the leg and instead placed my +hands up each leg and squeezed his buttocks. I was trying to savour the moment +and resisting the urge to rip his shorts off straight away. The anticipation of +seeing his hairless cock for the first time was stirring wonderful reactions in +my own pants. +"Turn around," I ordered and he obliged. I thought I'd save his cock for the +very last. I placed my hands on his hips and let my fingers slip just under the +waistband of his shorts and forced his shorts down to the floor. Once again he +stepped out of them. His arse looked wonderful in the orange light coming +through the canvas of the tent. It was well formed and slightly protruding. This +is the kind of bum I like. I hate people with flat bums! +"Would like to see my cock, master?" he asked. +Well the time was nigh. I couldn't put off the moment any longer. At long last I +was going to see this boy's little piece of meat. +"Okay turn around and let me see you in all your glory!" +"Before I do, my master, I must warn you that I'm not at my best. I'm afraid +it's still limp but I'm sure it'll grow soon." He said sheepishly. +"Not to worry," I said. "Let's see it anyway!" +With a fast movement the boy swung his body around and faced me. +"Fuck me!" was the only words I could find. This boy was hung like a fucking +bull! Gone was the idea of a hairless cock. This kid had a bush of hair all +around his manhood and what a manhood it was. I thought I was reasonably well +blessed but this made me feel almost inadequate. Even though it was limp and +pointing downward it was probably about six inches in length. Heaven knows what +length it'll grow to when it's erect! How can a seemingly underdeveloped boy of +eleven possibly have a piece of meat of this size? +"Do you like it, master?" he asked. +"I'm speechless to be honest!" I replied. "How is it possible?" +"My surname is James," he said. +Then it dawned on me. James is the doctor's name. This was the doctor's son. +"Did your dad have anything to do with this?" +"Yes. He's been working on an organ-enhancing drug for a few years. It didn't +work on him and he didn't know why. He asked me a couple of years ago whether I +would try the treatment and I volunteered. That's how I got this. It does work +but he's still trying to find out why it worked on me but not on him." +"That is something," I said. I had a little play with his super cock. It was +like any other cock but just BIG! "To be honest I'd like to see that thing when +it's erect but I think I'll save that pleasure for later. I got to go for pee +first. I'm bursting." +"Would it please my master if he used me as a toilet?" +"It would that," I said. +"May I have your permission to unclothe your penis so that I may drink your +urine?" +"You have my permission." +He undid the top of my trousers and slid my fly down. My trousers fell to the +ground. He pulled the front of my shorts down and picked up my cock and offered +it towards his mouth. +"Please master, I have never done this before so could you please pee slowly so +that I have a chance to swallow?" +"Are you sure you want to do this?" +"Yes master." +He put the end of my cock into his mouth and I began to relieve my bladder. I +was desperate but I tried my best to piss slowly and occasionally stopping so +that he could swallow. Every time I paused I could hear him gulp as he swallowed +the mouthful of urine that I'd injected into him. I reckon he must have +swallowed about 20 mouthfuls. +"Okay?" I asked him. +"Yes sir. It tastes a little bitter but it's okay. I'm happy to do it again." +"Fair enough. From now on you can be my toilet! Before we go any further I'm +gasping for a coffee and I guess you could do with one as well to take away the +bitter taste of my urine. You've been a good slave so far so I guess you can +have a coffee and something to eat. I fancy some toast for breakfast so be a +good boy and go and make me some. I'll put the coffee on." +"Master, we don't have a grill." +"Use the grill in the mess tent." +"Okay master, but may I have permission to dress first." +"No, I'm afraid not. You'll have to get used to going outside without your +clothes." +"But none of them have ever seen me without my clothes on. Well accept Claire. +I'm embarrassed to go out. They all call me prudish because I don't normally +take part in their games. They've been mocking me ever since they've known that +I was coming to camp." +"I guess it's because of your organ that you don't take part. Am I right?" +"Yes. I love sex. I've had sex with my dad and with Claire and I love it." +"Well it's about time you got over your inhibitions. Okay, they'll probably mock +you for while but believe me there'll be jealous of you. Fuck me, I'm jealous of +you! So it's time to take the bull by the horns and face it. So I'm afraid +permission is denied to redress but instead I'll come with you and support you." +"Yes master," he replied with great reluctance. +We left our tent and headed towards the mess tent. Simon attempted to turn +around when he saw a group of girls and a couple of boys cooking in the mess +tent. I grabbed him and pushed him towards the cooking area. To his surprise +none of them mocked him or sniggered. They're mouths just dropped open when they +noticed his cock. They moved out of his way and gave him priority at the grill. +He toasted a few rounds of toast while I borrowed some hot water and made a +couple of coffees. All the people in the mess tent were slaves accept myself and +needless to say they were all naked. I was purposely trying not to look at their +naked bodies, as I was there to support Simon. One of the girls was Sue that I'd +had the pleasure of meeting yesterday. I couldn't help notice how her nipples +were standing proud as she studied Simon's physique. Also the two lads were +showing signs of excitement as there little cocks were starting to stand proud. +Simon noticed the reaction he was creating and his own mighty cock began to +twitch with excitement. With a concerted effort he grabbed the toast he'd made +and ran back to our tent. I followed quickly behind him with the coffee. +When I entered the tent I could see Simon sitting on top of his bed. His face +was bright red. There between his legs was an almighty hard-on. It must have +been at least eighteen inches in length! +"So that's why you made a quick exit." I asked. +"Sorry about that master," he replied. +"Don't worry about it. You've made the first moves and I'm proud of you. It +wasn't that bad was it?" +"Not really. I quite enjoyed the attention. It just got a bit much when it +started to grow!" +"Not to worry, but next time I want you to stick it out. Okay?" +"Yes sir. Would it please you if I relieve myself?" +"Yes and no. I don't want YOU to relieve yourself. I want to do it for you. I'd +like you to stand up." +Simon obliged and stood up. His organ was circumcised. The crown of his cock was +enormous. I opened my mouth wide and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He +moaned loudly. There was no way that anybody could take his full length into +their mouth. Every time I tried to take more I could feel the cock gagging me as +it tried to go down my throat. I carefully wrapped my two hands around his shaft +at a distance that would allow me to take as much of his cock as possible +without gagging. I used my hands to gauge how far I could go. He was groaning a +lot as I pumped my mouth up and down the end of his cock. My hands felt the +surge first as he began to come. I started swallowing in anticipation of his +load. Within moments it arrived and the first wave filled my mouth. I'd barely +swallowed it when the next one arrived. I swallowed about 7 or 8 mouthfuls. It +was thick but still had the youthful sweetness that you'd expect from a boy of +his age. The groans subsided. +We ate our toast and drank our coffees without speaking. I watched has his shaft +slowly shrunk to its normal size. He knew I was watching it but he now seemed +easier about it. +"Well I guess you ought go and do the washing up." I said to him. +"Okay sir." +He picked up the dishes and left the tent. I was half expecting some flack at my +suggestion but was wrong. I watched him through the tent door has he walked +across the camp to the mess tent. Now I had a few moments to myself to plan the +day's activities. I decided I needed to get a little tougher with Simon as he's +supposed to be my slave. On the other hand I appreciated his difficulties and a +wrong move could jeopardise his whole future. I guess Jeff had purposely paired +me up with his son so that I would gently introduce him to sex outside his small +and limited experience. Simon was definitely eager to learn. +The tent door opened and in crawled Simon with the cleaned dishes. +"All done," he said. +"Good," I replied. "Listen Simon, we need to get a few things straight. I've +been easy on you up to now but I think you need to experience the true feeling +of being a slave. I assume that's why you came on this camping trip, to find out +all aspects of sexual fantasy. Am I right?" +"Yes, I want to explore everything and overcome my hang-ups." +"Good. Being a slave means giving your all for your master. Both your body and +your mind. You should not think about anything other than fulfilling your +master's wishes. Your body does not belong to you but now belongs to your +master. If you want a crap then it's not your decision as to where and when but +mine. You should speak only when told to unless it's absolutely necessary to +inform me about such times as you need to crap or piss. Are you getting the +picture?" +"Yes sir." +"That's good. Keep your replies like that. You can address me as either sir or +master. Unless I am obviously asking for a longer answer then I expect you to +answer like you just did. If you wish to ask me a question, and it should only +be limited to questions about clarity of one of my orders, then you should call +'Time Out'. Do you understand?" +"Yes sir." +"Good. I am going to spend a little while testing your obedience before we +venture out into the world. Stand up! Touch your toes!" I ordered. He promptly +did as he was told. "Stand up! Place this hand under your balls! With your +forefinger find the opening to your arse and stick it in! All the way in. +Further!" +The boy was doing as he was told. He'd obviously never fingered his own arse +before. I purposely waited a while to see if he would withdraw his finger on his +own accord. He didn't. +"Wash your hands!" I ordered. He quickly poured some water from his water bottle +and washed his hands. "Lay face down on your bed with your hands behind your +back!" I pulled some bits of rope from my haversack. I tied his hands tightly +behind his back. "Get up on your knees." He struggled to get up but managed it +okay. I tied a piece of cloth tightly over his eyes. I pulled my trousers and +shorts down. "Open wide!" I ordered. I then rammed my cock into his mouth. +"You've tasted my piss, now your going to taste my cum! Now close your mouth +around my cock and don't you dare let me feel your teeth. I want you to do +nothing other than to keep your lips tightly around my cock. Slave I am going to +fuck your face!" I began to slowly move my cock in and out of his mouth. Slowly +I increased the rhythm until I was fucking shit out of his mouth. I could feel +the end of my cock bashing against his throat. I was being a lot harsher than I +normally would and enjoying it. I used my hands to hold his head to keep it +firm. It wasn't long before I filled him with my cum. Lots of it. I made him +lick the surplus cum off my cock. +I waited a while for my cock to settle down. Simon just stayed where he was and +never said a word. Occasionally he would move his head around a little and I +half expected him to speak but he didn't. He'd obviously got the message. +"I'm going to wash your mouth out now with some piss. Open wide again." I put +the tip of my cock just inside his mouth and began to have a pee. This time I +didn't hold back and just continued the flow of urine into his mouth. I was +surprised that he had worked out that you can swallow while keeping your mouth +open and took all the urine I could offer him. +"Time Out" he called. +"What's your problem," I asked. +"I could do with a piss as well." +"Time Out accepted," I answered. I picked up one of the cooking pots and placed +it just under his penis. "You're free to piss away," I said to him. For a moment +he hesitated and was about to argue but then decided against it. He hadn't +realised that I'd placed something to catch his piss and was obviously concerned +that he was going to piss over his bed. He half filled the pot with steaming hot +urine. +I moved the pot out of the way and untied his hands and removed his blindfold. I +told him to sit in the middle of the tent with his back pressed against the +centre pole. I tied a longer rope around his stomach and tied it behind him so +that he was secured to the pole. I picked up a mug and proceeded to empty some +of his urine out of the pot filling the mug. I placed the pot next to him and +offered the mug to him. +"Take it!" I ordered. "In case you're wondering the pot and the mug contain the +contents of your bladder and your going to drink the lot! Going on start +drinking!" I watched has he took a swig of his piss. He pulled a face but +continued to take another swig. "When you've finished that I want you to refill +the mug and keep going until you've drunk the lot. I'm going out for a while and +when I come back I expect you to have finished the lot!" +"Yes sir." + +I left him on his own and went to find Peter. As I approached Peter's tent I +could see an older boy screwing Peter's arse. I don't know why I'd thought that +Peter would be a senior. His master was a 16-year-old called Bob. They were just +outside the entrance to their tent. Peter had his hands tied and stretched out +in front of him. He was in a semi-kneeling position with his face on the grass +and his arse stuck up in the air. I was facing them side on and every time Bob +pumped his arse I could see Peter's balls swaying underneath him. As I got +closer I could see that Peter had some writing on his back. It said 'I'm Bob's +fuck machine!" +I watched until Bob had finished. "Hi there," I said. "He's a good fuck isn't +he?" +"Sure is," replied Bob as he pulled his pants back up. "Like my sign?" +"Yes that's novel. I hadn't thought of doing that." I said. +"Sit up slave," he shouted at Peter "and show your uncle your chest." +Peter scrambled himself off the floor and turned to face me. There was more +writing on his body. Just above his nipples were the words 'Bob's cherries' with +two little arrows pointing to each of his nipples. On his stomach were the words +'Bob's lollipop' with a big arrow running down to Peter's cock. +"I like it," I said. +"How's your slave? It's young Simon isn't it? Got anywhere with him? He suppose +to be a bit of a prude!" +"Yes he's fine. Had a few problems at first but there's a good reason for that +which you'll probably find out later. He sat in the tent drinking his own piss +at the moment." +"Can't be bad. What you got planned for today?" +"To be honest that's why I'm here to see what everybody else is doing." +"Well I was just about to take my little fucker on a walk up that mountain. +Fancy joining us and bringing your little fucker with me?" +"Why not!" I replied. +We talked for little while just out of Peter's hearing and planned a few little +things for them. I told him about Simons problem and we came up with a solution +to it. Bob was keen to see this mighty organ of Simons. We worked out what we +needed to take with us and we agreed to meet at the mess tent in a few minutes +time. I headed back for our tent. When I got inside I found that Simon had drunk +all of it. +"That's a good slave," I told him as I untied him. "We're going for a walk in a +minute. Now I want you to put this on and then go outside and wait for me!" I +handed him a large disposable nappy that Bob had given me. They're adult nappies +for men who have incontinence problems. For a moment he didn't know what to do +with it but he soon worked out how you put it on. He poked his head out of the +tent to see who was watching and with a little hesitancy he ventured out. I +packed a few things that we needed into my lightweight haversack that I'd +brought from home and joined Simon outside. +In the daylight I could really appreciate Simons nappy. It was a real turn-on. +The bright whiteness of the nappy against Simons tanned skin was making my cock +twitch. "No time for it now!" I thought to myself and headed for the mess tent. +Simon followed. +"So this is your little fucker, is it?" said Bob as we joined them. "Cute!" he +added. +We left the camp and headed towards the mountain to the East. We had told the +slaves where we were going and told them to lead the way. We followed a few +yards behind them and enjoyed the view of two youngsters walking in their +nappies. At one stage the tabs on the side of Peter's nappy gave way and his +naked bum came into view. It was funny to see Peter trying to cover his bare bum +as if neither of us had ever seen it before. +Finally we got to the base of the mountain and Bob ordered the slaves to stop. +"Okay slaves," Bob continued. "We want the two of you to go over to that group +of trees and find some lengths of wood. I want you to find four pieces of wood +about six-foot long and straight. They should be at least a three or four inches +thick. Break them of the trees if necessary. Bring them back here to us and be +quick about it!" +Peter and Simon did as they were told and disappeared into the trees. The +mountain looked a little steeper than we thought from a distance. However, it +wasn't so steep that you couldn't climb up it in a straight line with a little +effort. In the distance we heard a rumble of thunder and the sky was slowly +filling with dark clouds. +"I think we're going to have some rain," I said to Bob. +"I think you're right." +A few moments later our slaves returned with the wood. They'd done a good job +and the wood was ideal for our plans. +"Okay boys, STRIP!" I ordered. +"Yes let's see this package of yours!" Bob added. +The two boys took off their nappies. Bob and Peters mouths dropped at the sight +of Simons cock just like I thought they would. +"On the ground in a crouching position with your arses in the air!" ordered Bob. +We inserted a dildo in each of their arses and then using masking tape taped the +dildos into position. +"Stand up! Hold your arms out wide!" +Holding one of the pieces of wood horizontally along Peter's back we taped his +arms and wrists to the wood. We did the same to Simon. We then tied a piece of +longer rope securely to the end of one of the other remaining pieces of wood and +secured the other end to Peter's cock. Securing the rope around the base of his +cock and balls. The rope was about 5 foot long. We did the same again to Simon. +"Okay you fuckers, start climbing!" +We watched as they started to climb. We could see the muscles across their backs +clench as the weight of the pieces of wood tied to their cocks took hold. As the +angle of incline increased so did the pressure on their cocks. Apart from a few +grunts, neither of them said a word. Occasionally one the sticks would dig in to +the soft ground and yank on their organs as it brought them to a halt. It was +quite a sight watching them from behind. The dildos in their arses was making it +difficult to walk and with the combination of that, the rope pulling on their +cocks and trying to keep their balance because they didn't have use of their +arms or hands, both of them were sweating like mad. The sun had gone in but it +was still very humid and it wasn't long before Bob and myself decided to discard +our clothes and stripped down to our shorts. +We finally got to the top of the mountain. The view was amazing. You could see +for miles. You could see the camp below. We released the ropes tied to their +cocks and ordered them to lay face down on the ground while we untaped the +dildos from their arses. Their arms will left secured and we let them rest on +the ground. The sweat was still running off their naked bodies. +Using a small trowel that Bob had brought with him we began to dig two small +holes in the ground. They were only about six inches wide by about the same +deep. We then planted to the two pieces of wood that the slaves had dragged up +with them. We made sure that they were solid in the ground like two stakes. We +then bodily picked up Simon by his outstretched arms and placed him with his +back against one of the stakes. Using more tape we secured the wood securing his +arms to the stake like a crucifix. More tape was wrapped around his chest just +below his nipples and secured around the stake and the same again around his +stomach just below his belly button. Yet again more tape was used to fasten his +neck and one around his forehead so that he couldn't move his head from side to +side. The stake became a little unstable so we found a few heavy stones and +placed them around the base of the stake. We then lifted each of his ankles off +the ground and secured them to the stake so that his knees were slightly bent +outwards and his feet off the ground. To further limit his movement we put tape +from just below hips and around the sides of his bum cheeks and secured them so +that the stake was running up the crack of his arse and his bum cheeks were +wrapping themselves around the stake. We then repeated the procedure with Peter +placing him so that he was facing Simon. +It began to get cooler as a breeze began to blow. I could see goose pimples +appearing on Peter's sweat soaked body. Bob and I looked at each other and then +at the two incapacitated naked bodies alongside us. +"I'm hungry," said Bob. +"Me too," I replied. "I like to have an appetiser before I eat. A nice drink of +hot sweet cum I always find very pleasant." +"And me. Do you mind if we swap?" +"Not at all." +I sucked Peter's cock while Bob sucked Simons. The boys tried to struggle as the +pleasure run through their bodies but were so tightly secured their efforts were +wasted. We licked their organs clean. +We decided that we were going to leave them on their own for while and go for a +little walk where Bob and I would get know each other a little better! Before we +left them we had a few more things to do to them. We gave the two of them a +drink of water. Forcing them to drink a small bottle full each. Bob produced a +couple of long reels of thin piping that the good doctor had lent him. We +inserted the end of one of the pipes deep down inside Peter's penis and secured +it with a piece of tape. The other end of the pipe was unravelled and placed +just inside Simons mouth and secured with a piece of tape on his cheek. Likewise +the other pipe was used to connect Simons penis with Peter's mouth. We knew +neither of them had had a piss for quite a while and with the water they've just +drunk they'll soon be bursting. We further measured a piece of rope between +their mouths and tied knots in each end of the rope. A knot was placed in each +of their mouths and they were ordered to bite on it. +"If either of you attempts to talk to the other while we're gone and we find +that the rope is no longer in your mouth then you will be severely punished! Now +be good slaves, we might be gone for quite a while!" +We walked off and left them on their own. I almost felt sorry for them but I +knew Peter would be enjoying it. I wasn't so sure about Simon but he had to find +out for himself. We walked a few hundred yards away from our slaves and to the +side of their view. The tape securing their heads would have made it impossible +for them to see us but we could see them. +We sat down on a nice piece of grass and began to chat and eat. With all the +excitement of the slaves I hadn't really noticed Bob other than a fellow master. +He has very white skin a bit like myself. He's quite slim but with +well-developed chest and shoulders. I noticed that he had very little body hair +accept under his arms and a very thin layer on his legs. We talked about our +sexual interests and what we hoped would happen over the next week. We both +laughed as we each pulled out a yoghurt from our rucksacks. +"You like yoghurt as well do you?" Bob asked. +"I love it," I replied. +Bob thought for moment and then said, "Can I ask you something?" +"Of course you can," I replied seeing that he was a little embarrassed about +what he was about to ask. +"Well. I got this fetish about eating yoghurt off somebody's body. I mean, if +you wouldn't mind I'd like to pour my yoghurt all over your chest and stomach +and then lick it all off! I know it must sound daft!" +"I don't mind," I said. "It'll be quite an experience." +I laid down on the ground and Bob proceeded to pour the contents of his yoghurt +carton down the length of my upper body. The cold yoghurt made me jump a bit at +first. With his fingers he spread the yoghurt around the front of my body making +sure I was well covered. He then started to lick it off me making sure that each +area was thoroughly cleaned of any traces of yoghurt. It was very pleasant and +an experience I'd never had before. I particularly liked it when he was licking +around each of my nipples and while he was licking my navel. After he had +cleaned my front he asked me to sit up and he cleaned up the runs of yoghurt +that had run down my sides and even some on my back. I knew he knew that I had +one hell of a hard-on from his activities. +"That was good," said Bob. +"It was good for me as well!" I replied. +"I had noticed!" +"Would you mind if change roles and I had a go with you?" +"I hoped you'd ask. Of course you can." +He laid down on his back and I poured my yoghurt over him and rubbed it in. I +began licking at the top of his chest and worked my way down his body +methodically cleaning every square inch of his skin. I must admit the taste was +wonderful. A mixture of sweet yoghurt, sweat and smooth silky skin. As I worked +down his body I noticed the bulge in his boxer shorts. As I scooped the last bit +of yoghurt out of his belly button with my tongue, I decided to continue. I +carried down to the waistband of his shorts rimming my tongue along the band. +With my hand I gently moved the waistband downwards revealing his pubic hair. He +seemed happy with this so I swung my leg over him so as to straddle his body, +with my head hovering over his shorts and his face under my shorts. I placed my +thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down towards his knees. +His cock sprung out at me. I felt his hands on the back of my shorts and with a +swipe my shorts were down. I decided it would be easier to get rid of them and I +wriggled and lifted myself off him for a second and disposed of them. Likewise +Bob disposed of his. Within moments we were licking imaginary yoghurt off each +other's cocks. Bob's cock was reasonably long but rather thin and uncircumcised. +It tasted good anyway. I felt a few spots of rain hit my back. I knew any moment +the clouds were going to open. Bob had the same feeling. We sucked each other's +cocks with great urgency and before long we were filling each other with our +cum. +We grabbed our rucksacks and our shorts and ran for cover as the rain came down +heavily. Boy did it come down. I thought about our two slaves but could no +longer see them. We were seeking cover in a hollow in a great oak tree. It was +dry and cosy and Bob and I cuddled into each other. Our naked bodies were +entwined as we waited for the rain to stop. +"Dave," called Bob. +"What," I said waking up. +"I think we dropped off to sleep. The rain stopped and the sun is shining +again." +"Shit!" I said. "Look at the time. We must have been asleep a couple of hours." +We dressed and headed back to where we'd left the boys. As they came back in +view we could see a group of people standing around our slaves. We later found +out that the camp could see the our slaves pinned to the make shift crosses and +that nearly all them had made there way up the mountain to see the spectacle +after the rain had stopped. Most had already returned to the camp by now but a +few still remained. A feeling of guilt overcome me. Poor old Simon had been +pinned there naked and everybody had seen his mighty organ. It wasn't the gentle +way I'd wanted to show the group his organ but I suppose at long last he's done +it! The knotted rope was still in their mouths and as I removed it from Simons +mouth he gave me a little smile as if to say everything was alright. I smiled +back at him as I pulled the tubing from his mouth. The tubes was full so +obviously they'd both had peed each other. Simon jumped as I pulled the tape +securing the tube in his penis as it was stuck to the sensitive tip of his +circumcised cock. +The skin on Simons body was all streaky where the rain had dried on him. I could +see where the streaks had been disturbed in places where his earlier audience +had been touching him. I also noticed his nipples looked very red and slightly +swollen and guessed someone had been sucking and biting them. I proceeded to +pull the tapes securing him off. The tape had been bonded to his skin for quite +a while. It was waterproof tape and the rain had made it even stickier. +Fortunately Simon had very little hair on his body but I guess Peter must have +been in agony has Bob removed his. When we'd finally released them we let them +lay down and rest for a while. +We were about to dismantle the crosses when one of the few people still +remaining asked if we could leave them up. "We'll make it worth your while," he +said. "Our two whores need teaching a lesson!" +I'd already noticed the two naked young girls with their hands tied behind their +backs. They looked quite tasty. One was almost flat chested with just two small +tiny mounds for breasts. The other one was very much more developed in the chest +department and had a crocodile clip pinned to each of them. She had no pubic +hair as it was obviously shaved off and her cunt looked very inviting. +"Okay," I said. "You can use them providing we get a little action!" +Bob and I sat and watched as the two boys went about securing their female +slaves to the crosses. We lent them our reel of tape and they secured them +exactly like we had done with our slaves accept they lowered the cross bar and +left the girls feet on the ground and spread apart. The two boys dropped their +shorts and began fucking the girls. When they'd finished I could see their semen +running down the girls legs. +"They're all yours!" said one of the boys to us. +"Cheers," Bob replied. +Bob and I got stuck in. I took the one with the shaved pussy and the larger +tits. Her name was Jane. Fucking vertically wasn't something I'd done often and +it took me a while to get the hang of it. Especially as the girl was fair bit +shorter than me. Her little cunt squelched as I inserted my cock into it. It was +still fairly full of the boys cum. I forced my tongue into her mouth. She +reluctantly accepted it. I soon added my contribution of hot cum into her +already full cunt. More and more of it was oozing out of her. +"The whores need more!" said one of the boys. +"How about your slaves," said the other. +"Why not," said Bob. +Peter and Simon had already recovered and had been watching the action. Both had +erections already. +"I think my slave ought to have Jane as she's bit bigger!" I called out. +Jane's eyes bulged as she saw Simon approach her. His mighty organ was standing +proud. He barely managed to get the bell end of his cock inside. She let out a +yell as he pushed it into her. She had two orgasm's before he finally pumped her +with semen. Neither the boy or myself had managed to get her to orgasm and I +felt very inadequate. There was Simon once thinking that he had a problem! +We watched while another lad and his slave fucked the two girls. We then said +our good-byes and started off down the mountain. We took our slaves to the edge +of the river and got them to wash themselves down. We then went back to the camp +and decided to have a rest in our tents as it was only just over an hour before +suppertime. Before going off to sleep I placed my rucksack against the centre +pole of the tent and made Simon lay lean against it and tied his arms behind him +and around the pole. I had a good sleep and so did Simon. +During supper Jeff told us that for the next 24 hours we were to continue the +one-to-one master-slave game but our partners. This time it was up to us who was +to be master and who was to be the slave. Once each partner had agreed then +there was no going back. Simon and I discussed it and Simon wanted to continue +as a slave as he wanted to learn more. I agreed to carry on as master. I +immediately ordered him to take off his clothes and to have his supper naked. +This he did with no reluctance what so ever. At least he was now happy to be +naked in front of the others. In fact I think he was now quite proud of himself +and his body. +After supper Bob, Peter, Simon and myself went back to Simon and my tent. We +permitted our slaves to speak freely as long as they still obeyed our commands. +We were laughing and joking when Bob said to me that he reckoned I couldn't take +Simons cock inside my arse. He reckoned I couldn't take more than his bell end. +Peter reckoned I could take a lot more than that. With us talking about his +cock, Simon began to rise to the occasion. Before long his organ was at its +maximum length. Bob got out his marker pen and drew a circle around the end of +Simons cock. +"That's as far as I reckon you can take!" he said. +Peter took the pen and drew another one about 2 inches further down. Simon drew +another on one between the two others. I added mine about another inch down from +Peters. I knew I was being a bit over the top but was joining in the fun. +"Come on then," Bob said. "Let's see whose right." +"What now!" I retorted. +"Why not?" Bob replied. +They were all looking at me and I didn't want to be party pooper. So I pulled my +trousers and shorts down and crouched down with my arse in the air. Simon +greased me and his cock with plenty of KY and started pushing his mighty organ +in to my opening. I'd been looking forward to finally getting his cock in me but +I didn't expect an audience. I knew it was going to hurt. Boy was I right! Simon +grabbed hold of my hips so that he didn't push me out the side of the tent! As +he pushed more and more so the searing pain got more and more intense. The pain +subsided a little once he'd got the tip inside me. He soon passed Bob's marker +and he pushed harder and harder. He then passed his own marker and when he +finally reached Peter's marker, I cried out that I couldn't take any more. Trust +Peter to be right but then again if any body knew my arse it was he. +"Now you got that thing inside me," I said to Simon, "you might as well fill me +up with your hot cum!" +Simon withdrew his cock a little and then pushed it back in with quite a force. +It was beginning to feel a little more comfortable as he began to pump in and +out. The pain turned to burning. I began to enjoy it as his mighty organ fucked +me. I felt like I was going to explode when I felt him fill me with wave after +wave of hot juices. As I looked back at my own cock swinging underneath me I +could see my own cum oozing out of it. When he finally withdrew his cock from me +there was an almighty 'Plop!" +"Wow! That was something else," I told everybody. "You're one beautiful young +man Simon." +He smiled at my words. I didn't realise until later that it was his first time. +He'd received anal many times from his father but had never given anal before. +He was proud of his effort. +The gathering turned into a bit of an orgy. Fucking and sucking was on the menu. +The only thing that was missing was a stiff drink or two. "What the heck!" I +thought to myself as I pulled a bottle of whisky from my haversack. I took a +couple of swigs. The others had quietened down a bit and they were watching me +with anticipation. +"Are you going to share that?" said Peter. +I knew that it was the rule of the camp that there was to be no booze. I guessed +it didn't apply to me because I was an adult. Could I possibly be so mean as to +not let them have a drop? +"Just don't tell anybody!" I replied as I handed round the bottle. +Within an hour or so the bottle was empty. We were all as pissed as farts. We'd +all fucked and sucked each other and we were all basically in a mess. I forget +who suggested it but we agreed to go down to the river and have a swim and clean +ourselves up. We headed out of the camp and down to the river. The water was +lovely and cold. It soon sobered us a bit. As we climbed back out of the water +we noticed that we weren't alone. Jeff and six other of the older boys, who were +on warden duty, were standing on the riverbank. +"You lot have broken camp rules," Jeff said to us sternly. "Your now all under +camp arrest!" +To my surprise the wardens produced handcuffs and cuffed each of us. We were +frog marched back to the camp and taken to the mess tent. We were ordered to +sit. After a few minutes one of the wardens returned with Jeff with the empty +bottle of whisky. They'd been and searched our tents. +"I don't know," said Jeff to us. "I trust you and this is what I get. First of +all you break the rule of leaving the camp after dark and then I find that +you've broken the most serious of rules and find that you've been drinking!" +"It's my fault," I interrupted. +"Too true it's your fault! But the others are just as guilty by association. +It's too late now to discuss it. The four of you will stay here tonight under +guard and at six o'clock in the morning we'll hold a public trial and decide +whether your guilty or not and if you are then how your going to be punished." +He threw our boxer shorts at us and told us to put them on. The wardens uncuffed +us so that we could put our shorts on. They then cuffed us again so that we were +all cuffed to each other. We then laid down on the ground and tried to sleep. + +TUESDAY + +At about quarter to six in the morning we were awakened. The wardens were out +waking the rest of the camp and telling them that there was a public trial at +six o'clock and that all were to attend. When they returned they uncuffed us +from each other and then cuffed our hands behind our back. The mess tent began +to fill up with people. The wardens and Jeff sat behind one of the many tables +that we had built. Once everybody on the camp was in the tent, Jeff began. +"Order please," he called out. "The four boys in front of you have been charged +with breaking camp rules." He turned to look directly at us. "You are charged +with leaving the camp after dark and drinking alcohol. David you are further +charged with bringing alcohol to the camp. How do each of you plead?" +"Guilty!" said Bob. +"Guilty!" said Simon. +"Guilty!" said Peter. +"Guilty to the first charges and not guilty to the last charge," I said. +"Okay, three of you have been found guilty and you will receive you sentences +shortly. David, why do you plead not guilty to the charge of bringing alcohol to +the camp?" +"Well, Sir, as you know I wasn't planning on becoming one of the kids when I set +out for this camp. It was only at the last minute that I found out that one of +the boys was ill and that to keep the numbers even I agreed to be treated the +same as the others." +"I agree with what you've said. However, it is in my opinion that you should +have handed over the bottle of whisky to me once you were aware of the +situation. Not only have you not done that but also you've shared the said +bottle with others, which you would have known was against camp rules! I think +we have overlooked the indiscretion of having the bottle but sharing it is a +wanton disregard for the rules. To be fair I will leave the decision to the rest +of the panel but I shall recommend a guilty verdict as charged." +The panel left the tent and were gone for some twenty minutes or so. There was +great excitement amongst the assembly in the tent as they awaited the panels +return. Finally they did return and they took their seats. One of the wardens +stood up and began to speak. +"It is this courts decisions that all are guilty as charged!" There was a cheer +from the audience. He continued, "It is also the decision of this court that the +four of you are not capable of conducting yourselves in a manner appropriate to +this camp. For this reason part of our sentence will be banishment from the +camp. After you have fulfilled the rest of your sentences you will be taken out +of this camp with nothing other than a water bottle for collecting water. You +will be taken up north to the waterfall and you will stay in that little gorge. +You will not be permitted to return to this camp under any circumstances. You +will have to fend for yourselves. You may return only when you have accumulated +the sum of ten pounds. You will be slaves to everybody and will obey every +command given you. Your masters may take you out of the gorge but you must +return there as soon as they have finished with you. Your masters will pay the +following sums of money for your favours: +Each time you cum, 10 pence. +Each time you swallow cum, 1 pence. +Each time you drink piss, 1 pence. +Each time you lick out an anus or vagina, 1 pence. +Each time you receive cum anally, 2 pence. +However, if a master offers you food and you take it then you will pay or owe +them 5 pence." +The audience was excited at this punishment. I could hear the rattle of coins as +they joked about what they were going to make us do. I looked at the rest of the +accused and they weren't smiling. +The boy continued, "Now on to the rest of the sentence. For the next 4 evenings, +one of you shall be brought back here, in turn, just after supper where you will +be subjected to sensory depravation and abuse for the night. You'll discover +what that means when you're brought here! Now on to your immediate punishments. +Peter, Simon and Bob, you will be taken from this court in a few minutes and you +will be stripped and strapped to a table in turn. Everybody in the camp accept +the accused will take it in turns to give you 3 spanks with their bare hands on +your naked buttocks. Then moving to you, Dave, because you've been found guilty +of a more serious charge and because you are considerably older, you will be +suspended from the oak tree outside and subjected to a severe public beating +about your body. You will receive 50 strokes!" +There was a loud murmur from the audience. I swallowed loudly at the punishment. +"Further to this you will be cut down from your flogging and then staked to the +ground. You will remain there for a period of 3 hours where you will be used as +a toilet. Any body fluids may be disposed of over you. Your co-conspirators will +start you off by jerking off over you. They will be returned every hour to +repeat the process. That is the sentence passed down to you by this court and +any further breaking of the rules or this judgement will be taken very seriously +and punished even more severely. David, as the oldest, you will receive 200 +strokes next time! This court is adjourned. Let the sentences begin!" +We were led outside. The rest of the group joined us outside. A table was placed +in full view of everybody. Bob had his handcuffs removed and he was forced to +bend over the table. His outstretched hands were secured to the table. As one of +the wardens pulled Bob's shorts off a cheer came from the audience. Jeff started +the punishment by giving Bob's bum three hard slaps with his hand followed by +three slaps from each of the six wardens. Already Bob's bum cheeks were glowing +red. +"Okay everybody line up," shouted Jeff. +The rest of the kids stood up and formed a queue. One after the other they gave +Bob's bum three hard slaps. As time went on Bob was jumping more and more at +each slap as his bum got sorer. His cheeks were a crimson red colour by the time +the last slap was placed across them. The wardens then released him from the +table and he was placed face down on the ground with his hand once again cuffed +behind him. A wet towel was placed over his burning buttocks. +The next up for the same punishment was Peter. He took it as well as expected. +Then it was Simons turn. He didn't take it so well and the pain got to him. I +could see as they finally laid him down on the ground that he'd been crying. +Then it was my turn to have my beating. I was stripped. Jeff wrapped bandages +around my wrists and ankles. I think he was a little sorry about the panel's +decision and whispered that the bandages would protect my wrists and ankles from +the ropes. A cricketer's box was secured over my penis to protect it. A neck +collar was placed around my neck to protect my head. Jeff went into his bag and +prepared a syringe. It was injected into my arm. Jeff told me it that it would +help to stop me bruising. My legs began to tremble. A rope was hanging from a +branch of a big oak tree and my arms were secured to it. The rope was then +pulled until I was a couple of inches off the ground. Another rope tied my +ankles together and it was tied around a heavy rock that they had placed at my +feet. The rope suspending me was pulled tighter until the rope around my ankles +took up the slack. A few more tugs and I was well stretched out. +A piece of really thick rope was brought into sight. It had three big knots tied +on the end of it. One of the wardens swung the rope over his head. As he got the +swing up to speed he moved towards me and let the end of the rope hit me. It +struck me in the middle of my back. Boy did it hurt. I felt the pain run up my +spine and into the back of my head. They weren't kidding about giving me a +beating. I had another 49 of these to go. The rope began to swing again and this +time it struck me between the shoulder blades. The next one hit me right on my +bum. The next one hit me on the back of legs. The next one wrapped itself around +the bottom of one of my legs with the knots coming to rest against my shin. The +pain was immense. After a dozen or so strokes my whole body was engulfed in pain +and I was struggling to remain conscious. +Then another of the wardens took the rope. This time he stood in front of me and +started swinging the rope. It hit me across my kneecaps and the next hit me +across my shins. Each time he was raising the point of contact until one hit me +right on top of the box. The box pushed itself hard against my groin with the +impact. He then decided to aim a lot higher and the next blow hit me right on +the nipple. The stinging sensation was unbelievable. The next one hit me on the +breastbone followed by another that caught my other nipple. I began to feel +light-headed with all the pain when a real heavy blow hit me in the stomach. It +knocked the wind out me and then a vale of blackness overcame me as I blacked +out. +I awoke when I felt what at first I thought was water hit my face. As I opened +my eyes I was staring up at young female vagina. Then more of the fluid hit my +face and I realised that a girl was pissing on my face. I was laying face up on +the ground. My hands and feet were bound to four stakes in the ground so that I +was spread-eagled and unable to move. +"Your turn," she said to her male slave. +The slave had decided to piss on my body rather than my face. I managed to raise +my head slightly and I could see the flow of his pee seemingly washing off some +substance that was dotted about my body. Then I recalled that the other three +had to jerk off over me as soon as I was staked to the ground. I must have been +unconscious when they'd done it. +As the two youngsters left me the girls shouted out so the whole camp could +hear. "The toilet's awake now if you want a piss!" +Within a few minutes I'd been pissed on by about dozen or so people. The smell +was incredible. Then two boys approached me. One was a slave and his master +ordered him to straddle over my body so that his cock was near my face. +"Wank you little fucker and make sure it all goes on his face!" the boy ordered. +The boy began to stroke his little organ. The rhythm got faster and faster. Just +as I prepared myself for a face full of cum I felt more urine hitting my body. +The other boy was having a piss over the two of us. For a moment it took my +attention and the face full of hot cum took me by surprise. Some of it went into +my mouth. It tasted very sweet and I consciously remembered trying to look more +closely at this lad, as I knew I wanted to taste more of his sweet cum in the +future. +I was alone again and I was trying to come to terms with the pains I was feeling +from my bruised and battered body. I could just raise my head enough to look +down the length of my body. There weren't any lumps but I could just make out +some bruising on my chest. I wriggled against my restraints as I tried to get +comfortable. The base of my spine and my bum cheeks I felt sure must be badly +bruised, as the weight of my body resting on the ground was quite painful. I +heard a few more voices approaching. As they got closer I could see that it was +the wardens bringing the three other prisoners to me. I was surprised that they +were arriving so soon and I must have been unconscious longer than I'd first +thought. +"You know what to do," yelled one of the wardens. +The three lads stood over me and started playing with themselves. As they stood +there preparing to cover me with their cum, I looked at Simons body. I could see +that his chest was quite red especially around his nipples. Then I noticed +Peter's legs. I could see cum running out of his arse. I tried to look at Bob +but I couldn't see him clearly. The wardens must have been abusing the lads +while they waited for me to finish my punishment. I felt sorry for them but I +was helpless to do anything about it. Just at that moment I felt the first load +of cum hitting me. It was Bob, then Peter and then Simon. The three of them were +then cuffed and marched off. +The hours went by and the boys had jerked off on me for the last time. By now +everybody in the camp had pissed over me at least once, some three or four +times. Many had also jerked over me. I was covered in dried piss and cum! Even +my hair was matted in dried piss and cum. I must have looked awful and I knew I +smelt awful. They released me, cuffed me and the four of us were frog marched to +the mess tent. +We were told to stand in a line in front of the table. The wardens sat the other +side of the table along with Jeff. In front of Jeff I could see four syringes. +The foreman who passed sentence on us began to speak. +"You've taken the first part of your punishment well. David, the doctor has +checked you over and your okay. He's given you quite a strong painkiller, which +shouldn't wear off until sometime in the night. I'm afraid you'll have to grim +and bare after then. You are now going to be taken out of the camp and you are +forbidden to return until you have ten pounds to give us. When you have the +money I want you to hang the yellow scarf that'll we'll leave under the big oak +tree by the river on the tree. We will then come and check that you have the +correct money. If you have, then you will be permitted to re-enter the camp. If +you try to enter the camp or you interfere with any of the group then you will +be very seriously punished! By the way the money that you'll be given for +services rendered will be marked so don't get any ideas about trying to sneak +into the camp and stealing some. As I told you earlier, one of you will be +brought back here every night for extra treatment. As the doctor says you'd be +best, David, as the painkillers will still be effective then it'll be you this +evening. I expect you to be sitting under the same oak tree as I just mentioned +earlier, at six-thirty sharp. Be late and you'll be sorry. The good doctor is +going to put you to sleep now. When you wake up you'll be in the gorge by the +waterfall. You will stay within that gorge at all times and you will see markers +showing how far down the gorge that you are permitted to go. This allows any +member of the camp that wants to use your services can find you. He or she may +take you out of the gorge but you must return as soon as they have finished with +you. Any questions?" +We shook our heads. I think he'd made it quite clear. I was dying to ask what +was in store for me tonight but decided it was best not to ask. Jeff got up out +of his chair and picked up the first of the syringes. He approached Peter and +told him to lay down on the ground and pushed the needle in his arm and within +seconds Peter was asleep. Bob was injected next, then Simon and finally myself. + +What only seemed a few seconds but must have been considerably longer, I began +to wake. First thing I noticed was that I had been washed clean. The awful +stench of dried piss and cum had gone. As I sat up I noticed the bells for the +first time. Through each of my nipples was a piece of cord attached to a little +bell. The cord actually ran through nipple and I knew that it was Jeff's handy +work. As I looked at the others I could see that they too had bells attached to +their nipples. Taped to my stomach was a little note. It read, "The bells are a +little security measure so that we know if you're approaching. They are secured +with very tough nylon cord and trying to remove them is punishable. Please try +to keep them clean for the next few hours so that infection doesn't set in. +You'll find a couple of water bottles nearby. These are for you to collect water +from the stream and are the only items that you are permitted to have. Your area +may be inspected at any time and any other items found will be a blatant +disregard for our authority and severe punishment will be administered! You'll +also find a box of matches, please be careful lighting fires!" +The others began to awaken and they too noticed their bells. I read the note out +aloud so that they all knew the situation. I began to stand so as to see if I +could find the water bottles. The bells caused my nipples to sting. The others +found the same thing. I persevered and found the bottles. My body felt quite +sore. I had a closer look at myself and could see all the bruising I'd suffered. +"That looks pretty sore," said Peter. +"It is," I replied. "Goodness knows what it's going to be like when the drugs +wear off." I decided that this wasn't the time to feel sorry for myself. "We +don't know what the weather's going to be like so we'd better think about +creating some kind of shelter. I know these darn bells are bit painful but if we +don't start sorting something out soon then I'll have to leave you. I don't want +to have to worry about you three while I'm gone." +We started breaking down some branches off the trees and making a make shift +shelter under a big tree. After an hour we had created a respectable shelter +that would keep the worst of the rain out should it happen to rain. We'd covered +it with piles of dead leaves off the ground. Where we'd collected the leaves had +left a large area of ground where we started to make a fire. We placed some +stones in a circle and we'd split up to find some firewood. We wanted to make a +big pile of wood ready for when we needed it. I worked my way down the gorge a +little way and I could see the yellow paint on a few trees marking the limit of +our travels. After I'd collected an armful of good tinder for the fire, I heard +a voice from behind. +"Oh you!" it called. "I like your bells. Now come here and ring our bells." +I looked over my shoulder and saw a group of four boys behind me. They threw a +rope around me and pulled me towards them. They wrapped the rope around me +several times so that my arms were pinned by my sides. They pushed me down on my +knees and tied my ankles to my thighs. +"Time to earn some money," one of them said to me wickedly. He ordered his slave +to pull off his shorts. He bared his cock and stuck it deep inside his slave. +"Let's just add a bit a flavour to it," he said as he pulled it back out. He +grabbed my head firmly and thrusted his cock at my mouth. "I want my penny's +worth. Now suck on it!" +I did as I was told and took his cock into my mouth. His body started to jerk as +I teased the end of his cock. "Swallow the lot or you don't get your penny!" he +said laughing. I swallowed everything his cock offered me. "Now lick it clean," +he ordered. "Does it taste better with a little shit on it?" +"Not really," I replied. +"That a shame," he said. "I'm going to have to give you another penny now." He +forced his slave to crouch down with his arse in front me. He picked up a +handful of earth off the ground and rubbed it into the boy's arse pushing some +of it down into his opening. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed +my face towards the boy's arse and said, "Lick all that dirt clean. If I find +any left then you want get your penny and I'll beat you instead." +I stuck my tongue into the boy's arse and began the task of cleaning the dirt +off. I could see the dirt deep inside him and had to force my tongue to enter +his ring. The combination of the gritty earth in my mouth and the taste of the +boy's anus made me feel quite sick. When I'd finished, the lad checked the boy's +anus and agreed that I'd done a good job. +The other boy got his slave to strip and repeated the same process. First I had +to suck him off. Then he forced me to clean his slaves arse. This time they had +put a lot more dirt in the slave opening and after I'd started to make a +reasonable stab at cleaning him out, I had to stop. I felt so sick and within a +few seconds I was heaving. +"Now that's a naughty boy," said the first lad. "I'm afraid you don't get a +penny for that one. What's more I promised you a beating if you failed." He +placed a piece of rope under my one armpit around my chest and through my other +armpit. He tied the rope in a loop so that it was just above my head. He threw +the other end of the rope of the branch of the tree above us. He pulled on the +rope until I was suspended into the air. They then found two large leafy +branches and handed them to the slaves. They too had sticks and they whacked +their slave's bums and told them to start beating me. They each gave me a swipe +with their branches. "That's not hard enough," one of the lads said as he +whacked the slave's backsides. They gave me a couple of harder swipes. The pain +was already quite severe because of all the bruising. "Harder than that," the +other one retorted as he slapped the slaves hard with his stick. They gave me +several harder swipes. "Let me show how to do it," said the first lad. "You two +hold his legs apart." The two slaves grabbed my knees and pulled my legs apart, +as far they would go. The lad then gave me one hard swipe of the branch between +my legs. It was squarely aimed at my cock. I let out one hell of squeal. He +turned to his friend and said, "Let him down a bit will you?" the other lad +lowered me. The lad looked directly at me and said, "The rules have changed. +There is no safe word any more so gags are permitted!" He stuffed one of his +socks into my mouth and secured it with a gag. "Okay lift him up again." He gave +me another six hard whacks of the branch right on my cock! +They then let me down and untied the rope from under my arms and the rope around +my ankles and thighs. +"Just remember next time to do as your told!" He placed three pennies into the +pouch around my neck and said, Thanks for your services, see you tomorrow!" +They left me still tied around my body. I managed to scramble to my feet and +started back to the others. I couldn't move my hands so I had to leave my pile +of firewood behind. As I arrived back at our little camp I called out, "I've +made our first 3 pence! Can someone untie me please." There was no answer. I +scouted around but couldn't find anyone. Then I heard the voice of a young girl +say: +"They've been taken away but a group of lads. I heard them say that they wanted +all four of you but as you weren't about they'd have to manage with just the +three. I guess you had a lucky escape. Come here and I'll untie you." She moved +up to me and untied the ropes around my body. "I'm glad we're alone," she +continued. "I'm not going to be mean to you but I do need your services. Let's +find somewhere more private." +She led me up the side of the gorge and up to a little clearing. She told me to +sit and relax. +"My name is Christine but everybody calls me Chris. I'm 12 and a lesbian." She +told me. +"Aren't you breaking the rules being out on your own? You must be a junior." +"Not sure. I am a junior but I'm also the master over my older partner Liz. When +we were back at your camp, Liz was hiding behind some bushes. I told her to stay +there while I talked to you and that she wasn't to follow us. Now I'm in your +company and you're still a senior, so I guess it's okay." +"I guess it must be okay too. So if you're a lesbian how can I be of service to +you?" +"My natural instincts tell me that I prefer other girls but I have something +inside me that says that I'd like to have sex with boys as well. This is a +little embarrassing but I'm scared of sex with boys, as I've never done it +before. I've seen boy's cocks before but I've never seen the cum that supposedly +comes out of them. I have a phobia about letting stuff like that near me unless +I know what its like. That's why I'd like you to play with yourself and make +that stuff come out of your cock. Perhaps if I see it up close I'd like it." +"So in other words you want me to jerk off in front of you?" +"Yes. I understand that you can aim the stuff, so can you get it to land on your +stomach so that I can study it afterwards?" +"You're the boss," I replied. I felt like some kind of experiment and ever so +slightly embarrassed of what I was about to do in front of a young girl. I +decided to lay on my back and I began to stroking my shaft. As my cock began to +get bigger I could see that she was getting a little excited. I watched as one +of her fingers disappeared into her little crotch. She was fully clothed and +wearing a short skirt. As she got more and more excited, the skirt rose and the +crotch of her panties was pushed out of the way as more and more of her fingers +entered her little fanny. The sight I was seeing was turning me on as much as it +seemed to be turning her on. As I finally shot my load, she groaned with an +orgasm of her own. +"That's the first time that I've been turned on by a man!" she said astonished +at what she'd done. My stomach and chest were covered with droplets of cum. She +studied it closely. With a finger she touched it and began rubbing a small +globule into my skin. "It's quite slimy isn't?" She scooped a small amount on +the tip of her finger and stuck the tip of her tongue into it. "It's salty! Not +unpleasant though." She placed her tongue on the tip of my cock and began +licking the remaining cum. "I think I could get used to this," she said. +"Perhaps you're not a lesbian after all?" I offered. +"Let's not jump the gun to quickly. Let's just say I'd like to experiment +further." She placed ten pence in my pouch. "Thanks for that. I might see you +tomorrow. Now I'd better go and get Liz." +We headed back down the side of the gorge. Christine found Liz still hiding in a +bush. Liz was the oldest girl in the camp and was only two months away from her +seventeenth birthday. She was wearing a bikini style suit that Christine had +made out of old rags. She was a very buxom young lady and the bikini top barely +covered her nipples. Christine called me over to them as she could see that my +gaze was transfixed on Liz's breasts. +"You've helped me more than you realise," she said to me. "Here's a little +reward!" she continued as she tore away Liz's bikini top and revealed her +wondrous breasts. "I'm not permitted to give you anything to eat but there's no +rule about giving you something to suck!" She watched as I got stuck into Liz's +tits. As I was enjoying the meal that Chris had given me I noticed her hand +disappear between her legs once gain. Later her other hand grasped my cock. She +scooped some of the pre-cum that was oozing out of it onto her fingers and wiped +them in her pussy. Her body shuddered with another orgasm. She later pulled us +apart and the two of them disappeared out of sight. +I went back to our make shift shelter and emptied my pouch, hiding the money in +the secret hiding place we'd made. I felt a little tired and rolled myself up in +a ball and dropped off to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of voices and I knew +it was the other boys returning as I could hear the bells. Thankfully they were +on their own. +"Dave! Your back," shouted Peter. "It's quarter past six" +"It's not? Shit I'll have to be going soon." I replied. "Have you earned +anything?" +"Not a lot," replied Simon. "Fifteen pence between the three of us." +"I've got thirteen pence!" I informed them. +"You've been busy," replied Bob. +My eyes kept getting drawn back to Simon. Something about him was different. I +studied him but for a while I couldn't work out what was different. His cock was +as big as ever but I felt sure that this was the area that was different. +"Shit!" I called to him, "they bastards have shaved you!" Simons lovely bush of +pubic hair was gone. Apart from the hair on his head, Simon was now totally +hairless. "Guess I'd better be going." +"Good luck," said Peter. The others said the same. +"Thanks lads," I replied as I set off out of the gorge. "Look after yourselves +tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. At least you shouldn't be bothered anymore +today!" +I followed the stream down to the river and waited by the oak tree. While I was +waiting I found the yellow flag that we were to use when we'd collected enough +money. At least I knew it was there. The wardens soon arrived and the cuffed my +hands behind my back. I was led through the camp and into the mess tent. The +smell of the cooking made me feel very hungry. The far end of the tent had been +cordoned off with a sheet of canvas. When I was led behind the sheet I could see +that there was just a table in there. The table had been modified and I noticed +a few metal clamps had been screwed to it. There was one on the front edge of +table as well as three others on the other end of the surface. I also noticed +that a big whole had been cut in the centre. I was told to lay face up on the +table while they prepared me. +Firstly they inserted wads of damp cotton wool up my nose. They then taped a +small tube to me face with the end of it inserted into my mouth. I was told that +this tube will be connected to a water bottle and if I needed a drink then all I +needed to do was suck. Jeff had arrived and he told me to open my mouth wide. He +placed a syringe, with no needle on it, into my mouth and sprayed its contents +on my throat. I felt my throat deaden almost immediately. Jeff asked me if it +felt comfortable. I attempted to answer him but found that nothing came out. +"Good its taken effect," said Jeff. "You won't be able to speak or make a sound +until it wears of in about twelve to fourteen hours." +They then placed earplugs into my ears and taped to disks over my eyes. They +further pulled what felt like a rubberised hood over my head. The hood covered +everything accept my mouth. +I felt them remove the chains from my wrists and ankles. They picked me up and +made me stand. I felt someone playing with penis. It felt very sensitive. I +could no longer smell, taste, hear or see, only feel. My penis was being stroked +and I sensed it was getting larger. After a while the stroking stopped and I +felt something being wrapped around it. It was very tight. I also felt something +being attached around my balls and that too was very tight. Then I felt someone +doing something about nipples. It felt like they were removing the bells. +I was jostled into position and I felt a hand on my back pushing me to bend +forward. I felt them lift my feet off the floor and my whole weight pressed down +on the table. The table had been covered in something or other that felt sharp +and prickly. I felt them secure my wrists into manacles. A further manacle was +placed around my neck holding me firmly to the table. My legs were lifted higher +and I could feel someone manacling my cock to the side of the table with the +head of my cock pointing down to the floor. They then lowered my legs down to +the floor. As they did it felt like my cock was going to break in half. They +then placed manacle on my ankles and I felt them being pulled apart. While that +was going on I felt more action around my nipples. At first I thought someone +was tugging on them but then I realised that weights had been attached to them. +Finally I felt what at first I thought was a cock but later realised was some +form of dildo was inserted up my arse. It didn't feel like a normal dildo as it +seemed to be so greasy. From then on I felt nothing apart from the odd twinge +from nipples or from my torso from the rather uncomfortable material that I was +laying on. I assumed that I was now alone. +It seemed like ages that I was left alone. I'd tried sucking on the tube in my +mouth and found I could get the water I was promised. It was difficult +swallowing it as I couldn't feel my throat. I tried to get as comfortable as I +could get with the very limited movement I had. After a while I got used to the +discomfort coming from my cock. The device they had put on it was keeping it in +the erect position even though I'd long since relaxed it. +I felt the cool air hit the opening of my anus as someone pulled the dildo out. +It was soon replaced with a warm cock. As the cock began to pump me, I could +feel the table starting to move back and forth. The legs had been loosened so as +to allow the table to swing back and forth. This movement made the weights on my +nipples swing making me very aware of their existence. Likewise the movement +also caused my cock to flex back and forth. The cock that was penetrating me was +quite large and I guessed it was one of the older boys and probably one of the +wardens or even Jeff. It was impossible to tell. After a couple of minutes I +felt his hot cum inside me. As soon has cock withdrew I felt the dildo being +replaced. Then I felt something on my back. It wasn't long before I felt the +dildo coming out and being replaced with another cock. Again I felt his hot cum +inside me immediately followed by the insertion of the dildo. Again I felt +something on my back. This time I realised what it was. Whoever it was who'd +fucked me was writing his name on my back. +I was buggered another four times in a row before I was left for while. In the +time I had to myself I'd worked out that they'd been the six wardens who'd used +me. If I was right, then the rest would have their chance after supper had +finished. I guessed I was going to be like this for the whole night and that +anybody could use me whenever they wanted through the night. However, I knew +that there would probably be a rush as soon as supper was over and I was +mentally preparing myself. +I was so tired and hungry. I think I must have dropped off to sleep because I +jumped as I felt the dildo leave my anus. This time it was a smaller cock that +was fucking me. Whoever it was, he was certainly energetic as the table was +swaying violently. The weights were swinging on my nipples and my cock was going +back and forth and I was sure it was going to break! His violent thrusts were +causing my stomach to ride up and down the material on the table and it was +making it very sore. I was glad when I felt his cum fill me up as I knew he'd at +long last finished. +This time the dildo wasn't replaced but instead the next lad started pumping me. +Then the next and the next. I guess they were queuing up for their turn. Each +time I felt them write their name on my back. I kept count of each one that +penetrated me and after the twentieth the dildo was replaced and I was once +again on my own. I had nothing else to do than analyse the situation. I'd worked +out that Jeff had yet used me but all the other males in the camp had. I guessed +that from now on the visits would be more infrequent as the night wears on and +the boys have their second or third go. My arse was feeling a little tender but +not as bad as I thought it would have by now. What ever was in that dildo was +lubricating me well. The only problem was that I felt I needed to shit. Although +some of the cum had managed to ooze out down my legs, the bulk of it was still +inside me. Twenty lots of it! +Out came the dildo again! I braced myself for another cock but instead I felt +another dildo being inserted. Then it started vibrating. I guessed it was +probably one of the girls and that she'd inserted a vibrator. I felt her hands +caressing my bum cheeks. Then I felt more hands rubbing up and down my legs. I +felt some fingers squeezing the tip of my cock. I felt the weights being removed +from my tits and then felt warm lips sucking on each of them. More hands were +caressing my back and hips. In my mind I envisaged that I was being visited by a +large group of girls. I couldn't be sure but the hands that were touching me +felt soft and tenderer than boy's hands. My sense of feeling was being driven +into overload. I knew my aching cock was desperate to explode but my juices +couldn't make it passed the tight restraints. Just as I thought I was going to +physically explode, the caressing stopped. The weights were replaced on my +nipples and the vibrator was replaced with the usual dildo. My whole body felt +electrified from its treatment and it took a long time for it to settle back +down. + +WEDNESDAY + +As the night wore on, I was visited periodically by cocks of all sizes. Some +would cum very quickly and others would pump me for what seemed like hours. A +few times I was visited and I wasn't fucked but rubbed or caressed in various +parts. I assumed that these were girls but some might have been boys who wanted +to secretly explore a man's body or something. During what I assumed was the +small hours of the night I became more and more aware of the bruises on my body. +The painkillers must have been wearing off because the pain was getting quite +intense. After suffering on my own for what I'd guess was a couple of hours, I +felt a hand on my right wrist. I felt it once before earlier in the night. It +felt like whoever it was, was taking my pulse. I felt the dildo come out and in +popped a cock. It was particularly hairy cock and I was sure it was Jeff. It +gently pumped me and when it finally pumped its load into my arse, I felt a hand +on the tip of my penis. I felt him prod me in several places around my body and +several times he made me jump as he pressed on one of my bruises. Once again I +felt the hand taking my pulse and then I felt a sting in one of my bum cheeks. I +was sure it was an injection and before long the pain from my body subsided. +Jeff had obviously decided that I was in too much pain and had given me another +dose of painkillers. Believe me I was grateful! +I hovered between consciousness and unconsciousness for the rest of the night. I +awoke a few times as I felt someone playing with me but the drug was keeping +from worrying. I might have even slept through some of the fuckings, I couldn't +be sure. I do remember waking at one stage and feeling someone inserting various +items up me. I had no idea what they were and didn't really care. It was +probably someone experimenting with what an arse can take. +Later on I seemed to be getting more and more attention and I assumed that it +must be morning. I couldn't see if it was daylight or not as everything was +still black. The fuckings became more regular and I was sure that they were +starting to queue up again. Each time I would feel their name being signed on my +back. I was beginning to feel like a shit again as more and more cum was being +released inside me. I counted them again and as expected there were twenty of +them. +I felt the manacles being taken off me. The weights were removed from my +nipples. The restraint from my cock was removed and they sat me up on the table. +I was now free accept for the head gear. My cock felt like it wanted to burst. +It was erect and throbbing. I felt someone place my hand around the shaft of my +cock and gave it a jerking motion. I was tempted to play with myself but +resisted and withdrew my hand. Immediately my hand was grabbed and replaced on +my cock. I was being invited to jerk off. I was in no position to argue and I +really did want to relieve the throb in my cock. I caved in and began to stroke +my cock. Faster and faster the strokes got when my cock finally released its +load. I felt some of the cum hitting my legs as wave after wave of my restrained +cum was released. The feeling was wonderful and I didn't care that I was +probably be watched by the wardens. +Moments later I felt the hood that had been covering my head was being removed. +The cold air was most welcome, as it had become rather hot and sticky being +encapsulated in that hood. The water pipe was detached and then the earplugs. +Finally they removed the discs that were taped to my eyes. For a second I +couldn't focus but when I did I felt extremely embarrassed. The canvas screen +had been removed and the whole camp had assembled in the mess tent. They had +watched me jerk off! +Jeff escorted me out of the mess tent and took me over to his tent. There +outside was a big bucket of warm water and he let me have a good wash. It was a +lovely feeling to be clean again. He handed me some clothes and told me to put +them on. They were my own clothes and he must have got them from my rucksack. He +told me to get in his tent. +"We're alone now Dave," he started. "Sorry you've been put through so much. The +64 million dollar question is, are you enjoying it?" +"Sort of. I've always dreamed of really being pushed to my limits and a few +times I've come pretty damn close to them. Especially that public beating, that +had to be the closest!" +"I am very sorry about that. I wanted the panel to decide the level of +punishments and I only acted in an advisory role. They asked me whether a +knotted rope like that would cause a physical damage and after studying it I +told them that it wouldn't. I expressed that it would cause a lot of pain and +that it would create a large amount of surface bruising. I was as shocked as you +were when they announced fifty lashes." He said apologetically. +"That anti-bruising stuff you gave me wasn't very effective." +"Ah right. That was a little fib I'm afraid. There's no such drug available that +I know of. What I gave you was a mixture of painkiller and sedative. That's what +made you pass out. That's our little secret." +"You didn't by any chance give me some last night did you?" +"You noticed. I decided that you were suffering excessively and so I sneaked +some in for you. Yet again that's our little secret. By the way how's young +Simon coping?" +"Okay the last time I saw him. You should have told me about him and the fact he +was your son!" +"I didn't want you treating him differently. He desperately wanted to get +involved in youthful sex but because of my experiment on him I'd managed to +alienate him from taking part. I knew if anybody could help him it would be you. +I think I made the right decision. Once he'd overcome his inhibitions I wanted +to push him to his limits. The bottle of whisky was the perfect answer. If you +haven't had done that then I'd had other plans for getting you to fall foul of +the rules so that the group would have to punish you and Simon." +"In other words, we played right into your hands." +"You sure did. Anyhow, you look absolutely bushed so why don't you have a kip? +I've told everybody that I'm concerned about your health and that's how I +managed to get you here. They've agreed that you can have a couple of hours +before you have to go back. So take advantage of it!" +I laid myself down and Jeff covered me with a blanket. I promptly drifted off to +sleep. I loved being naked but for once I was glad to be wearing clothes and to +have the comfort of a blanket. +"DAVE," called Jeff. "Wake up Dave." I began to stir from my sleep. "Sorry mate +but I can't let you sleep any longer." +"That's okay Jeff," I muttered. "I feel a little better now. Another couple of +hours and I'd be on top of the world but I guess I should be grateful for what +I've had." +"I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to undress again," Jeff said apologetically. +"That's okay," I said as I undressed. He watched me closely as I removed each +item. +"How quick can you eat a pork pie?" he asked me. +"Pretty damn quick I reckon." I replied. +Jeff handed me the pie and I scoffed it down like there was no tomorrow. +"Don't tell anybody about that mind!" +"I won't." +He slipped the cuffs on my wrists and we headed back to the mess tent. The +wardens were waiting for us. They told me to sit while they attached the bells +back on my nipples. I was then frog marched out of the camp and down to the oak +tree by the river. +"Remember now, you're not allowed back in the camp and the normal conditions +reapply. The doctor says your okay now." Said one of the wardens. +"So you do as your told!" piped up another warden. "I reckon you need another +wash so in the river with you." I did as I was told and went into the river. The +water was freezing. "Out further," he shouted. I waded out further until the +water was up to my chest. "That'll do. Now dip your head under the water and +come back out!" +I did as requested and rejoined them on the riverbank. My skin was almost numb +with the cold. There was a gentle breeze blowing and that was maintaining my low +skin temperature. I was then led a few yards down river where a couple of the +other wardens were setting up some apparatus. They had nailed some U-bolts into +two trees. They had threaded a long rope through each of the U-bolts. If you can +now picture it, there is a long rope joining the two trees together. The ends of +the rope have been passed through two loops and then back to the centre between +the two trees. I was placed in the centre of the two trees and the unbroken +length of the rope was wrapped around my cock and balls. The ends of the rope +were then pulled so as to take up the slack so that I was pinned by my cock. The +ends of the rope were then securely tied to my wrists with my arms stretched +outwards. Even the slightest movement of my arms caused the rope to tighten on +my cock. They then left me after telling me that after someone released me I +would have to return to the gorge. +Time passed and my arms were beginning to tire. A few times I let my arms lower +but I soon felt the pressure on my cock and lifted them again. Then I saw Darren +and Sam approach me. It was nice to see faces that I recognised but then I +remembered that they were both rather sadistic. Samantha was naked but Darren +was clothed. Obviously Darren was Sam's master. +"Slut," Darren said to Sam. "I want you to give me a really good sexy show. I +want you touch him up and have a good time exploring every bit of him. I want to +be turned on watching you. Do a good job and you'll be rewarded but if fail to +excite me then you'll be sorry!" +Sam started caressing me. She started at my feet and worked her way up. I was +powerless to resist. She rubbed her fanny up and down my legs. She then began +kissing my stomach and chest. She worked her way up to my mouth and her tongue +was engaged with mine. I could Darren was enjoying the spectacle and was rubbing +himself through his pants. Sam's small but well rounded and naked breasts were +pressing hard against me. I wished I could move my arms and wrap them around +her. +"Okay slut! You've been good so you can suck him off now. While your mouth is +sucking I want your fingers to digitally fuck his anus." +She kneeled in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. At the same time she +wrapped her arms around me and pulled my arse cheeks apart. I felt the first +finger slip into me followed by another. It was a strange sensation as I wasn't +that use to a female fingering me. As she continued to suck my knob and finger +my arse, Darren began to fondle Sam's breasts. He later moved down and was +fingering her little cunt. Sam's sucking got more intense as Darren's fingering +was turning her on. I think Sam and I came at the same time as we both grunted +with pleasure in harmony. +Darren pushed Sam out of the way and punched me hard in the stomach as he said, +"I didn't tell you that you could enjoy it!" The punch knocked the wind from me +and I keeled over and my knees collapsed. The ropes flung me backwards and I was +suspended in the air by my wrists and my cock. The more I tried to get my feet +back on the ground the more I pulled on my already over stretched cock. I soon +realised that my efforts were in vain and I gave up fighting. At least the pain +of being suspended by my cock was more level and trying to move only increased +that pain. +Darren laughed at my predicament. Darren was particularly sadistic and he got a +great deal of satisfaction from watching others suffering. He lifted my ankles +and bent my legs back over my body. He hooked my ankles under the ropes secured +to my wrists. My arse was now at his mercy. He ordered Sam to prepare him. She +pulled his T-shirt off over his head. She undid his trousers and pulled his +trousers and shorts down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. She stoked +his already erect penis and made sure it was at it's maximum. He was about to +insert his cock into me when he noticed how my head was near to the ground. +"Slut!" he called. "I think our friend here should eat some cunt while I'm +shafting him." +She knew what he wanted and she moved around to by my head. She straddled +herself over my face and lowered her little cunt onto my face. Then I felt a +sharp sting as Darren forced his cock sharply into me. My weight readjusted with +the force and I began to swing with all my weight on my cock. Sam tried her best +to stop me swinging by forcing herself further down on my face. The smell of her +sweet opening entered my nostrils and the pain and discomfort began to fade. My +tongue darted in and out of her pussy. The taste was pleasant and I wanted more. +I could feel Darren raping my arse but it only helped to increase my desire to +want more of Sam. My tongue penetrated deeper and deeper. I sensed her clitoris +and with the end of my tongue I hooked it out. It was now standing proud of her +lips. This was really exciting her and she was swaying her hips as I teased her. +Without warning she released her hot juices into my open mouth as her orgasm hit +her. At almost the same time I felt Darren's hot cum filling my insides. Darren +got Sam to dress him and then he pulled some change out of his pocket. He worked +it that he owed me thirteen pence and he put in my pouch. I was hoping he would +help me to my feet before he left but to my surprise he grabbed one of my wrists +and untied the knot. He then let go of me and I crashed to the ground with quite +a thump. They left me while I attempted to untie the knot on my other wrist. Not +an easy task with one hand but I managed to release it after a few minutes. +I was no in no mans land for me and so I headed for the gorge. When I got to the +shelter I found that I was alone. I put the money with the rest and gave it a +quick count. Eighty-seven pence. We still had a long way to go. I hid the money +when I heard someone approaching. It was Peter. He was alone but he had his +hands tied behind his back and a small rock suspended from the end of his penis. +I untied his hands for him. He then struggled to release the string tied around +the end of his cock. It was knotted too tight. I had a go for him but also +failed to undo it. His cock wasn't fully deflated and suggested that we waited a +few minutes for it to relax further and then hopefully it would slip off. He +asked what had happened to me last night but I refused to tell him as it might +cause him to rise again. Instead I asked him how much money he had in his pouch. +We counted it and there was fourteen pence. After a few minutes I'd noticed his +cock had softened a little and I attempted to pull the string off but still it +was stuck fast. Then I had a brainwave and told Peter to step into the stream +and to sit down in the water. This did the trick and his cock shrunk almost +immediately in the cold water and with a hard tug I pulled the string off. +"Thanks Dave," Peter said although I'd hurt a little. "So tell me about last +night." +"First of all there's no guarantee that we'll all be treated the same. Basically +they stop all your senses accept your ability to feel. You're then placed in a +position so that your arse in exposed and they leave you like that all night. +Anybody and everybody is then free to fuck your arse." +"Shit you must be sore now!" Peter asked. +"Not too bad. They insert some kind of dildo that greases you while your not +being fucked." +"Is that all they do?" +"Almost. They strap your cock a little and they place some weights on your +nipples but it all pretty bearable. It's quite an experience. It's amazing how +sensitive you become when you can't see, hear, smell or taste." +"Whose turn is it tonight?" +"Bobs. How did you manage last night?" +"Not too bad. It got a bit cold in the night but we kept the fire going. Bob +suffered the worst. He couldn't stop shivering. I guess he hasn't got much fat +on him to keep him warm. Simon and I wrapped ourselves around him and he +eventually calmed down and went off to sleep." +"Good. That's what I'm looking forward to is a long sleep." I stretched myself +out on the ground and cupped my head in my arms. +"What's all that writing on your back?" Peter asked. +"Oh! I forgot to tell you about that. Each time someone penetrates you they have +to write their name on your back." +Peter started counting the signatures on my back and then with astonishment +said, "Fifty eight! You were fucked fifty eight times!" +"Probably. If that's the number of signatures then that must be the number of +times. By the way you don't get paid for them either!" +"Oh good it's the two lovers, the uncle and nephew." Came a voice from behind +where we were laying. "How's that for coincidence!" We both looked to see who it +was. It was Jason and he was on his own. "I was hoping to find the two of you on +your own. For the next couple of hours your both mine and mine alone. Now follow +me." He led out of western side of the gorge until we were well away from our +little camp. "I want you to play with other and get those cocks nice and big!" I +grabbed Peter's cock and he grabbed mine and we gently messaged each other. Once +are cocks had grown to full erections he said, "Okay that's enough. Now lay down +on the ground and hug each other. I mean really close!" We did as requested. He +gestured for each of us to rise our outer legs into the air. He then man handled +us until we were a cock length away from each other and proceeded to tie out two +cocks together. "Okay stand up!" Peter and I looked at each other and wondered +how we were going to do this. Somehow we managed to scramble to our feet. Jason +pulled some tape out of his pocket and after prising our chests apart he taped +our little bells out of the way. He scouted around the ground and picked up +several prickly little cones and placed them between us. Some of them were +between out stomachs and the rest between our chests. Jason purposely placed +some on our nipples. "Okay now I want you to give each other a really big bear +hug. Keep going!" We could feel the sharp needles penetrating our skin. "Now +hold it there!" He then wrapped some rope around us holding us in position. "Now +I want you to kiss. A deep throat job!" We opened our mouths and joined them +together. "Now hold that kiss!" He produced a length of material from his pocket +and proceeded to wrap it around our heads. It secured our kiss and we were +unable to part our mouths. We soon learnt that we had to breathe through our +noses. "Good so far," he continued. "Now lets see those hands on each others +arses. That's good. Now let two fingers of each hand enter each other's anuses. +Go on deeper." He then secured another rope around us trapping our arms in +place. He then used yards of tape securing our hands and fingers into place. +"Now walk and follow me." +It was virtually impossible to walk. We couldn't communicate with each other and +therefore co-ordinate our movements. Eventually we got into a sequence where we +were virtually walking side wards like crabs. As we walked we could feel the +spines and needles pressing into our skin. Likewise our cocks were being pulled +and pushed. He made us walk for quite a long way. We had no idea where we were. +Eventually he ordered us to stop. Pulling more rope from his rucksack, he fed it +under our armpits and after throwing the rest of the rope of a tree branch he +struggled and lifted us way up into the air. Our feet were about six-foot off +the ground. Then he started tickling our feet with a small leafy branch. As each +of us swung about trying to avoid the tickling we were hurting each other and +passing grunts to each other through our joined mouths. Even so Peter would +twitch his fingers in my anus as if to say that he was all right. +After what seemed a long time, Jason lowered us back down to the ground. He +released the bonding around our heads and we were able to release our kiss. We +managed to place our heads alongside each other. +"Okay I think you've had long enough to bond with each other. Now we're going to +play a game of truth! We'll start with you Peter. Do you love your Uncle?" +"Yes." Peter replied. +"Do you love him like a lover?" +"Yes." +"If you were able, would you marry him?" +"Probably!" +"Yes or no." +"Yes." +"Are you homosexual or bi-sexual?" +"Bi-sexual." +"If you could have any boy or girl in this camp to be your sex toy, who would it +be?" +"My uncle." +I felt honoured at Peter's words. +"How far would you go for your uncle?" +"I would give my life." +"Okay now let's turn to you David. Do you love your nephew?" +"Yes," I replied. +"Like a lover?" +"Yes." +"Would you also be prepared to marry him?" +"Yes." +"If you could have any boy or girl in this camp to be your sex toy, who would it +be?" +"Peter." +"Would you too be prepared to give your life for him?" +"Yes." +Jason proceeded to untie us. When we finally released from each other, Jason +handed us a pair of shorts each. We put them on. Jason tied a large chiffon +scarf over Peter's head so that it covered his face. "You can join us now Gary." +Jason called out towards the bushes. Gary appeared and had been watching +everything that had been going on. +Jason told us to stand along side each other and to face him. He told us to hold +out our hands closest to each other. He then wrapped a piece of material around +them linking them together. +He then turned to face me and said, "Do you David take Peter as your legally +wedded wife? To love and comfort him in sickness and in health, for richer and +poorer while you both shall live?" +"I do," I replied. +"And do you Peter take David as your legally wedded husband? To love and comfort +him in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer while you both shall live?" +"I do," Peter answered. +"Peter would you like to say a few words to your future wife?" +"Yes I would." I said. I turned and faced Peter. I looked into Peter's face +through the thin head veil that covered his face. "Peter I wasn't prepared for +what is happening today. However I am pleased and honoured that it is happening +and that you have agreed to marry me. I know we can probably never live together +like a true married couple but that doesn't mean that I take it any less +seriously. I love you very much and I shall look out for you until the day I +die. I can accept that as you get older your love for me may die and I will not +stand in your way if you find a new love in your life. I also accept and expect +you to share your body with others but I would be honoured if you would keep +your love for only me." I nodded to Jason to indicate that I'd finished. +"Would you like to respond Peter?" said Jason. +"Yes I would. Uncle... sorry David, I guess I can't call you uncle anymore. I +too love you and I'm honoured that you are prepared to commit your love for me +at my age. At this stage in my life I am prepared to give my love to you +wholeheartedly. I don't know what the future will hold for me as I grow up but I +cannot ever imagine loving anybody like I love you. I therefore give you my +heart as well as my body." +"You have both consented in front of a witness to be joined together in +marriage," continued Jason. "I therefore pronounce you man and wife. You may now +kiss your bride." +I lifted the veil covering Peter's face. I was now seeing Peter with a different +light. Now longer were my feelings purely based on lust. His face now looked +radiant and I loved every bit of it. I placed my lips gently on his and embraced +him. +"It's time for the wedding reception," said Gary. "As your best man, I'd like to +say a few words. I've known Peter quite a few years but I've only known David a +few weeks. Peter has a very warm heart and deserves the best. In the short time +I've known David I have seen the love he has for Peter. I know they are right +for each other. Society may not accept your love and it will probably keep you +apart but today you have demonstrated your true love for each other and I know +that even if you should go your separate ways, the bond between you will never +die. I wish you both all the best for the future." +"Thank you," said Peter. +"And thanks from me," I said. +"Okay that's the speeches over," said Jason. "Now I know that neither of you are +allowed to eat and it wouldn't be right to take money from you on this occasion. +If everybody is prepared to keep it our little secret then let the banquet +start." He pulled a pile of sandwiches and cakes out his rucksack and passed +them around. Peter and I tucked in as we were both starving. Jason and Gary +pretended to eat with us but they were really letting us eat the lot. It didn't +take long before we'd scoffed the lot. +"Listen you two," said Jason. "I know it's not perfect but I guess you'd like to +consummate the marriage but we dare not leave you alone. If you were caught on +your own outside the gorge and in each other's arms then I wouldn't like to know +what the consequences would be. If you're happy for us to stay around and let's +be fair we've already seen everything anyhow, the we'll wait for you to make +love with each other." +Peter and I looked at each other and nodded. +"Thank you. We would appreciate it if you'd hang on." I said. +Peter and I embraced each other. I whispered in his ear, "I meant everything I +said." +"Me too," he whispered back. +We kissed and hugged each other for quite a while. I didn't want to let go of +him even though we just committed our lives together. +"Please take off your shorts. I want to have good look at you." I whispered in +his ear. +He pulled his shorts off and threw them over to where Jason and Gary were. I +just stood a distance and looked at him. I couldn't believe the feelings that I +was feeling. Everything about him was perfect and he'd given it all to me. I +gestured for him to turn around and he did. Perfection again. If there were any +imperfections then love was hiding them from my eyes. I pulled my shorts off and +approached my love. I kissed him gently on the back of his neck. I wrapped my +arms around him and pressed myself into his back. Even his aroma was perfect. I +really didn't know that I'd had these feelings for him inside me. Obviously +Jason and/or Gary had noticed it and that's why they arranged this ceremony for +us. The strapping of us together was just a test of our true feelings. I kissed +him some more around his neck and shoulders. I gently pushed my erect penis +between the cheeks of his bum. +"Oh yes please," he whispered to me. "I want you inside me more than ever." +I grasped my arms around him, gently caressing his beautiful chest. I eased my +penis into his opening. The pre-cum that was oozing from me soon lubricated it. +With a small push of my hips it slipped all the way in. I almost came straight +away. Peter could feel the throb in my penis has I let the feeling subside. +"It feels like it's as good for you as it is for me." Peter said to me. +"I nearly lost it then. You're so beautiful. More beautiful than I've ever seen +you before. I want this moment to last for ever but my cock has other ideas." +"Don't worry about it. I'm close to coming myself. Having your cock inside me +has never felt like this before. My whole body feels alive with you close to +me." +"What an old man like me. You don't have say things like that just to please +me," I said to him convinced that he couldn't possibly find me attractive. +"Believe me I'm not. Perhaps the saying that love is blind is true. To me you're +perfect. If you have any wrinkles then I can't see them. All I want is you close +to me for the rest of my life." +Without pumping or even moving my cock, it released its load into Peter. His +words were enough for me. He drew away from me and we disconnected. He turned me +around and began kissing my neck and shoulders. He worked his way down my back +and was soon popping his tongue in my anus. I didn't particularly want him to do +it but I guess he thought that it would prove his love for me. He moved his way +back up my back and his arms wrapped around themselves around me and he started +playing with my nipples. He knew I loved that. +"I'm sorry but I can't find anything wrong with you," he said to me as he +slipped his penis inside me. "If you told me that I couldn't ever do this to you +again and would accept it. I love you and I want to make you happy." +I felt good inside with his words. A wave of happiness ran through my body like +an electric shock. My buttocks squeezed together ever so slightly and I felt his +love juice release into me. We held ourselves in the same position for a while +enjoying the new feelings that we were experiencing. +"We'd better go now," said Jason. "You guys really love each other. I hope it's +not going to effect your sexual appetite for the rest of us." +"I doubt it," I said. +"No way," said Peter. +"Good. Anyhow, I reckon you both came three times each." Said Jason winking at +us. "So that's thirty pence each." He put thirty pence into each of our pouches +and left along with Gary. +"Guess we better get back," I said to Peter. +"Guess we ought to." +We slowly strolled back towards the camp with our arms around each other. It +might seem incredible but I felt like the happiest man in the world. I never +thought that today would turn out like it has. We talked about our feelings as +we walked and both agreed that no matter what the next few days had in store for +us, nothing could destroy our new feelings for each other. +As we arrived back at our camp we discovered that all twelve girls were there +along with Bob and Simon. All the girls were dressed which made us feel very +aware of our nakedness. They weren't forcing us to do anything, not yet anyway, +but instead we had to sit with them. The girls were discussing the male body and +in particular about our appendages. They laughed and joked about having this +thing hanging between their legs. They all agreed that it had its conveniences +and in particular when having a pee. Males had the ability to aim their pee and +they could just pop it out and go. Where they had drop their pants instead. It +felt uncomfortable that they were talking about us and not to us. We were +requested to demonstrate our abilities to control the flow of our pee. Having to +have a piss with twelve eager girls watching is very strange. They had us doing +several other little demonstrations and experiments. +One of the girls asked the group whether a male train was possible. She +explained what she meant and they decided that they would try it out. Just to +make it more interesting they got one of their female slaves to undress from the +waist down and got her to lay face up on top of a fallen tree. With her legs +spread and myself in a standing position, I was requested to penetrate her. Once +my cock was firmly implanted, Simon was told to insert his cock into my arse. +Then Peter had to enter Simons and finally Bob had to enter Peter's. Finally one +of the girls inserted a dildo up Bob. We were then told to start pumping each +other. The whole thing failed straight away. Cocks had to reinserted. One of the +girls then had an idea. She tapped me on the shoulder and said "Your number +one." She then went down the line making Simon number two, Peter back to number +one and Bob number two again. +"When I call ONE, I want the number ones to thrust slowly forward and back +again. The number twos to keep perfectly still. Then when I call TWO, I want the +number twos to do the same and the ones to keep still. Do you understand?" We +all nodded. "Okay stand-by. If this works then we'll continue until all have you +have come. I want you to hold your hand in the air once you have come. One... +two... one... two... one..." This time it worked and we settled into a rhythm. +The girl increased the speed of the calls and we were pumping faster and faster. +Simon was the first to put his hand up followed by Bob, then me and finally +Peter. +We disconnected ourselves while the girls laughed at the spectacle they just +seen. We were then ordered to have a shower under the waterfall. The cold water +soon effected our already deflated cocks and when we got back out of the water, +the girls were amused at the sizes of cocks. Even Simon had shrunk quite +dramatically and it looked odd sitting above his huge balls. We sat grouped +together shivering while they carried on joking and talking. After a while the +group of girls began to break up and eventually we were on our own. +It was probably lunchtime so we guessed we'd have a little peace for a while. We +started a fire and sat around it. We broke the news about Peter and I getting +married. I think they thought we were joking at first but the soon realised that +we serious about it. They congratulated us and wished us all the best for the +future. We then got on the subject of what had happened to me last night. I +softened the ordeal as much as I could and try to make light of it. I broke the +news to Bob that it was his turn tonight. A mixture of fear and delight came +across his face. We decided to check our money situation and we now had one +pound and thirty-six pence. We were quite pleased with ourselves. +Our peace was disturbed by a couple of boys who requested that Peter and I join +them. They led us out of the gorge and down to the river. There amongst the +trees was a huge display of flowers in a heart shape with the words 'Just +Married' hanging above them. +"We heard that you two tied the knot today," said the older of the two boys. +"The wardens have agreed that this will be your new home until six-thirty when +you have to go back to the gorge. Neither of you is permitted to leave the bed +of flowers until then." Peter and I stepped onto the bed of flowers. "Now let's +see you enjoy each other and make love!" +Although the situation wasn't ideal, especially having an audience, at least +Peter and I could make love and be together. I knew our audience was going to +stay until we'd shown them some action, so I whispered to Peter, "69". Peter +nodded. We laid next to each other in a 69 position and began to suck each +other. For the first time I felt I was in no rush to make Peter come and indeed +for Peter to make me come. I think Peter felt the same. Instead we used our +tongues to lick around our cocks. We teased each other's balls. A few times I +took Peter's whole ball sack into my mouth. A little pre-cum appeared on the tip +of his penis. With just the tip of my tongue I scooped up the fluid. I tasted +different this time. I carried on poking the tip of my tongue into the opening +of his penis. Peter reciprocated. I felt so at peace with the world. The +ecstatic feeling running through me ran down to my organ and I came. Peter was +frantically licking the substance as quick as it was coming out. Peter soon +followed and I too was licking him clean. +"Not bad," said the two boys as they threw twenty pence at us. We'd almost +forgotten that they were there. They left us on our own. +I turned myself around and took Peter into arms. We laid down on our backs and +Peter nursed into my chest. We were in heaven. In all my years I'd never felt so +content. We talked about the future and we even planned to run away somewhere +abroad when we got back home. We later decided that it wouldn't be fair on +Peter's parents and to Peter's education. It was fun however dreaming about +being together. +During the course of the afternoon we were visited several times and we +collected one pound twenty pence. A lot of money and we didn't even feel that we +had to work for it. We saw Bob arrive at the oak tree and guessed it must be +about six-thirty. We just managed to wish him good luck as the wardens arrived +and marched him off. Peter and I went back to our camp where we found Simon +waiting. +"Where have you two been all afternoon?" Simon asked. +"They got wind that we were married and we had to show our love for each other +all afternoon. We didn't do bad either, one pound twenty. Not bad, eh?" I +answered. +"Not bad at all. Bob and I have been busy as well. Another seventy-two pence +between the two of us. I reckon that makes a grand total of three pounds forty. +Just over a third of the way in one and half days." +The thought of another three days of this was a bit daunting. We pooled our +money together and I had gone to hide it. I found a little note where we hide +our money. I read it out loud for the others to hear. +"We couldn't let your special day pass without a little present. Find the yellow +rock by the waterfall and you'll find your present. Love Jason and Gary." +We got excited at what we might find. We went to the waterfall and began +searching for a yellow rock. We couldn't find any yellow rocks. We were about to +give up thinking it was a sick joke being played on us, when I noticed a little +blob of paint on one of the boulders. It was yellow paint. We searched around +the boulder and found a plastic container wedged underneath one side of it. It +was full of food. We took it back to our camp and tucked in. I also found a note +inside with the food and I read it out. "We're glad you found it okay. The camp +has decided to leave you alone for the night, so you can relax and enjoy +yourselves. Can you please return the plastic container to where you found it. +We'll collect it sometime tomorrow. Have fun. Love Jason and Gary." +"You'll have to get married more often," said Simon with a grin on his face. +"No way," I said. "There's only one person for me and he's here with me now." I +looked at Peter and he gave me a smile in return. +We got the fire going again and finished of the food. We recollected the day's +events and generally relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. Peter was feeling tired and +he rested his head on my lap. It wasn't long before he dropped off to sleep. +Simon and I carried on chatting for quite a long while. Simon kept supplying +more wood to the fire and we enjoyed the heat it was supplying. +"I feel a bit of gooseberry now," said Simon out of the blue. +"Don't be silly," I replied. "Peter and I may have committed our love to each +other but we both agree that we are happy for each other to enjoy other people +as well. I still find you very attractive." +"Really. I thought you and I would never be able to enjoy each other again." +"No you're wrong. Peter and I have discussed it at length this afternoon and we +both feel comfortable with sharing our bodies." I gently lifted Peter's head off +my lap and placed his arm under his head. I walked around the fire and sat next +to Simon. I put my arm around Simons shoulders. "I love you just like I did +before. The love I feel for Peter is different that's all." I kissed him on his +chest. I kissed him some more and sucked one of his nipples. Simon soon rose to +the occasion. His magnificent organ was beckoning me to suck it. I wrapped my +hands around his shaft and began sucking in earnest. We were interrupted with a +voice. +"Can I join in?" said Peter. He'd just woken up. +"Of course you can," I answered. +I lifted Simon up by his hips until he was in a kneeling position. I then +continued sucking on his organ while Peter pushed his cock into Simons arse. +Simon groaned with the double pleasure and was busy caressing his own chest. The +groans got louder and more frequent as Peter and I heated up the action. I just +caught Peter's legs beginning to tremble out the corner of my eye when Simon +released his load into my mouth. I drained every last drop from him. We then +collapsed on the floor with Simon in the middle. We cuddled into Simons chest +with Peter and my arms locked together. We all dropped off to sleep. +I awoke a few hours later. I remembered that we hadn't returned the plastic +container to its hiding place. I carefully got up trying not to disturb the +others. Peter did disturb. +"Where you going?" Peter whispered. +"I'm just going to return the plastic container before we forget. You stay there +and keep warm." +"Okay, don't be long." +The fire had died down, so I added some more wood and stoked it up a little. I +then picked up the container and headed towards the waterfall. It was all +virtually pitch black accept for the little light coming from the moon. I +followed the edge of the stream until I could hear the waterfall. I could just +see the outline of the boulder that I was looking for. I climbed up the side of +the rocks heading for my target when I lost my footing. I slipped on some algae +or something. I tried to grab onto the rocks but failed to get any grip and I +slid down towards the water. Gravity was taking me on a direct route that took +me over the edge of a sheer drop to the stream. A drop of ten or twelve feet. I +fell awkwardly and I heard an almighty crack as I landed. My leg was obviously +broken but I couldn't feel it as the icy cold water was numbing it. +"PETER," I shouted on the top of my voice. "SIMON! I need help." +I carried on shouting and shouting but I was too far away for them to hear me. A +couple of time I attempted to get up but couldn't. I tried dragging myself along +the rocks but the cold was making me too weak. I managed to get most of myself +out of the water and then finally gave up. I was going to have to wait for help. +I prepared myself that I would probably have to wait until morning. I made +myself as comfortable as possible and tried to sleep. As time wore on the pain +from my leg increased as life came back to it. I tried to think about pleasant +things and how Peter and I were hopefully going to share our lives somehow. +Probably an hour or so had passed when I heard a voice shouting my name. +"I'm over here," I shouted. "Near the waterfall!" +I could hear them approaching. It was Simon and Peter. +"What happened?" said Peter. +"I slipped from up there," I said pointing above my head. "I've broken my leg." +"Do you reckon you could walk if we helped you?" said Simon. +"I'll give it a go," I answered. +Peter lifted me under one arm and Simon the other. They managed to get me to my +feet. I tried to put a little weight on my injured leg but the pain was too +intense. We managed to walk down the stream a little way and on to dry land. +They laid me down on some grass. The pain was incredible and I told them that I +couldn't go any further. Simon volunteered to get help while Peter stayed with +me. I told Simon to take care and not to rush. We didn't want another casualty! +I laid there in Peter's arms and we waited for help to arrive. I was barely +conscious and engulfed in pain but it still felt lovely being held in Peter's +arms. +I can't recall much else until I awoke in Jeff's tent. Apparently Simon had made +it to the camp and raised the alarm. They had constructed a make shift stretcher +and had brought me back to the camp. Jeff had set my broken leg and set it in a +plaster cast. Fortunately he had brought a range of medical supplies with him in +case of such an accident. He knew that we would be isolated. +"How you feeling," said Jeff to me. +"Okay I guess," I replied. I felt Peter's hand grip mine as he was sitting next +to me. +"You've broken your right fib and tib I'm afraid'" said Jeff. "They're clean +breaks so they should heal well and shouldn't cause you any long-term problems. +However, that cast will have to stay on for a couple of months." +"Thanks Doc." +"That's okay. I'm sorry it happened. We'll break camp tomorrow and get you back +to civilisation." +"No," I replied. "There's no need for that. I can manage. I don't want to spoil +everybody else's fun. Besides, we haven't fulfilled our punishments yet have we +boys?" +"If your absolutely sure," Jeff continued. "Then okay, I guess it won't hurt for +us to stay. David your punishment has been paid for in full. The punishment of +being banished from the camp will cease forthwith for the rest of you. You will +be permitted to eat by the wishes of the rest of the camp but I will insist that +you be permitted to eat at least your supper. You shall continue to be slaves to +the rest of the camp but we shall wave payments for your services. In return you +will be slaves 24 hours a day until Saturday night. The same goes for Bob and +you will still be required to undergo the same treatment as he is. Simon you +will be next tomorrow night. I've heard about you and Peter, Dave, and this +wasn't a good way to finish your wedding day. By the way you have my full +support in what you've done and I wish more people had the courage to go through +with it. Therefore, Peter I insist that you look after your new husband and see +to his needs whenever you can. I will get you as much free time as I can. If +you're all happy with that then I'll bid you all good night." +"Good night and thanks Jeff." +"By the way, I've had your stuff moved in here and from now on I'll be staying +in your tent. There's more room in this tent for you Dave. Simon your kit has +been moved into Bob's tent and Peter your kit is over there." Jeff said as he +left. +"How you really feeling, Dave." Said Peter. +"Not to bad at all. I guess Jeff has given me one of his special potions. I just +feel a bit tired." +"Then off to sleep with you," Peter ordered. "Simon it's up to you, your welcome +to stay the night with us or you can have a peaceful night in your own tent." +"I think I'd like to go to my own tent. I fancy putting on my own clothes and +sleeping in my own sleeping bag. So I'll bid you both good night. I think I'll +pop and see Bob before I turn in," he said with a smile on his face as he left. +He zipped down the tent. +Peter covered me with a couple more blankets, climbed in next to me and put my +head on his chest. The warmth of his body soon soothed me and I drifted off in +to a deep sleep. + +THURSDAY + +"Good morning love," said Peter to me as he handed me a mug of coffee. +"Good morning beautiful," I replied. "That's just what I needed." +"How's the leg?" +"Twitching a little but not too bad." +"You better have one of these then," he said as he handed me a tablet. "Jeff +said to take them four times a day and they'll help to keep you comfortable +without making you drowsy." I popped the tablet into my mouth and swallowed some +coffee to help it down. "I hope didn't mind but I got dressed earlier this +morning. I just wanted to remember what it was like to have clothes!" +"Love, you do what makes you happy. In fact it's nice to see you in clothes +again. They make you look really sexy. I wish I could dress as well but with +this cast on my leg I don't think I'll be able to." +"Well eventually we'll have to cut one of your trousers but just at the moment I +don't think you should disturb that leg. On the other hand there's no reason you +can't wear a shirt. Would you like me to get you one?" +"If you would," I replied. +Peter found a clean shirt and he helped me on with it. He put our rucksacks +behind me and covered them with his sleeping bag so that I could sit up. He +wrapped a blanket around my lower body and made sure it was nice and snug. He +then sat alongside me and we drank the rest of our coffees. Once again I smelled +the aroma of Peter's body even though it was now fully clothed. I'd never +noticed it before until I smelt it for the first time yesterday. Sure some +people smell of sweat or whatever but this wasn't a nasty smell but a pleasant +aroma. +"Don't take this the wrong way, love, but all of a sudden I can smell something +different about you." I said to him hoping he wouldn't be offended. +"You calling me smelly!" +"No, it's not unpleasant. In fact it turns me on." +"Funny you should say that but I too have noticed a new aroma coming from you. I +don't always notice it until I am away from you and then I miss it." +"Strange." I said as I carefully turned to face him. The top of his shirt was +unbuttoned and I stuck my nose into the opening and sniffed. "Lovely. I reckon +it's coming from down here," I said as I unbuttoned a couple of buttons. +"Perhaps it's further down," I continued as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt +and peeled it back. +"I know what you're up to," he said smiling. +"I can't help it, you're just so beautiful." +"Now don't get yourself too excited," he said as he pressed my hand against his +chest. +"I can't afford to get too excited. I'm bursting for pee. I think you'll have to +get me a pan or something in a minute." +"Don't be daft. If you want to go then I'll help you. I've never taken your piss +before but I would like to now." +"You don't have to." +"I want to." +He lowered the blanket covering me. He placed a towel under me and took the end +of my cock in his mouth. "Okay!" came a muffled sound. I began to empty my +bladder and Peter was swallowing it as quick as I could supply it. I squirted +the last few drops into him. +"That's better," I said. "Thanks for that." +"My pleasure. You just let me know when you need to go again." +He pulled out the towel. He hadn't needed it as he'd managed to not spill a +drop. He wrapped the blanket back around me. He slipped his shirt off and sat +back down next to me. I laid the side of my head on his chest and put my arm +around his waist and dropped off to sleep. +I awoke sometime later as I filled my lovers mouth my cum. Apparently I had been +dreaming about something or another and Peter had seen my hard on raising the +blanket that covered me. He'd been told that he had to do some slave duties and +it hadn't wanted to leave me in the state I was in. So he'd given me a blow job +and it wasn't until I came that I'd woken up. +I watched as Peter undressed himself and watched as his little naked round butt +disappeared through the tent door. He'd been gone just a few minutes when the +tent zip rose and in popped a young lad. +"Hi," the lad said to me. "My master has requested that I come in and entertain +you for a while." +"That's nice of him or her," I answered. +"Him actually." +"Okay then him. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before, have +I?" +"Not formally. Although I have seen your naked butt up close a couple of nights +ago." +"Oh, yes," I answered remembering that all them had penetrated me at some stage. +"My name is James but they all call me Jimmy. I was ten last month and just old +enough to come to camp." +"Well I'm pleased to meet you Jimmy. Would you like to come and sit next to me?" +"Okay." +The boy sat along side me. We chatted for a while about school and then went on +to talking about the camp and what he'd been doing since he'd arrived. Out of +the blue he jumped up to his feet and said, "Would you like me strip off for +you?" +"If you want to," I replied. +He undid his shirt and revealed that he was wearing a vest. The old fashioned +type of vest that I remembered wearing as a kid. The type made of white cotton +that tapered down to a band that rested of your shoulder blades. He dropped his +denim jeans to the floor and revealed his matching pair of Y-fronts. There was +something quite exciting about seeing a boy wearing a vest and underpants. He +lifted the front of his vest up and with one sweeping motion he lifted it off +over his head. This revealed a rather white and skinny little body. His chest +wasn't at all developed and his nipples were still small and flat. He had +freckles across his chest and later I would see that his back was covered too. +He then pulled his underpants down to the ground revealing his little boner. It +was sticking out from him at an angle of 90 degrees and measuring about 2 inches +or so. The sack underneath it was still relatively taught but showed signs of +beginning to drop. He placed his hands behind his head so that I could see him +in his entirety. Apart from his head of hair, there were no signs of any other +body hair. Even his armpits were as smooth as a baby's bum. +I wouldn't have wanted to hurt his feelings but he had nothing to really +interest me. I like youngsters but he was just a little too young and +underdeveloped. I'm sure in a year's time he'd look completely different. He +would probably still be interesting to many on the camp. +"Would you like to suck me?" little Jimmy asked. +"Yes please," I said, as I didn't want to hurt him. +He placed his legs either side of me so that his little boner was directly in +front of me. I took his little cock into my mouth. It was like putting a +cigarette in your mouth. It was hard to create a seal around it. I pushed more +of it into my mouth until I had his balls as well. This seemed to excite him a +little. A wrapped my tongue around it while it was in my mouth and began to +tease it. Then I tasted a little of his pre-cum and I was surprised how nice it +was. I began to really play with him in earnest and his hips began to sway and I +guessed he wasn't far off coming. Sure enough I felt the surges of thin and +runny cum hit the roof of my mouth. There wasn't much of it but what there was +beautiful. I guess you can't always tell from the packaging. He pulled his +underpants back on and quickly dressed. We said our good-byes and off he went. +I'd hardly leant back to relax when someone else unzipped the tent. In popped a +lovely looking girl who I recognised as being Liz. Liz had the biggest pair of +breasts in the camp and I had the good fortune to taste them earlier in the +week. +"My master says that I should come and entertain you." +"Fuck me," I said. "Are you lot queue out there or what?" +"There's no one out there. Jeff did ask everybody to help keep you company, +that's all." +"Okay that's good. Your Liz aren't you?" +"That's right and your wish is my command." +That sounded like music to my ears. "Come over here then. Sit across me but be +careful of my leg." +She lifted her skirt a little and sat down over my lap so that her knees were +either side of me. I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her arms. There in +front of me was her wonderful breasts still cupped in her flimsy bra. I admired +their beauty for while before undoing the front clasp of her bra. As I released +the clasp, the bra sprung open and her big naked breasts greeted me. I grasped +her breasts but they were bigger than I could get in my hands. Her nipples were +standing proud and I lent forward and popped one in my mouth. She liked the +feeling and started grinding her cunt into my lap. After a while a transferred +to her other nipple until I slumped back with exhaustion. She could see that I +was tired so she took the initiative of unbuttoning my shirt. After pealing the +shirt back she began sucking my nipples. She then pressed her breasts against +mine while still pressing her cunt down against my lap. I ran my hands up the +side of her legs and under her skirt. I soon realised that she was wearing a +wrap around skirt and undid it and pulled it off her. I could now see the dark +patch of her crotch through her see through panties. I'm sure she could feel my +erection through the blanket and she kept running her fanny up and down the +blanket. We looked into each other's eyes and without speaking we knew what we +were about to do. She lifted herself up to her feet. While she was towering over +me she pealed down the front of her panties letting me see her cunt up close. I +pulled the blanket around me down so as to free my cock. She peered down at it +and then carefully lowered herself down on it. It slid right in without a hitch. +She teased it at first by contracting her vaginal muscles. My hands caressed the +parts of her body that I could reach. She began riding up and down my shaft. Her +tits were bouncing up and down as she did it. As it wasn't that long ago since +I'd last come and was able to hold myself back. We were locked in a rage of +passion for some twenty minutes or so before I finally came. She had managed to +orgasm several times during that session. Finally she climbed off me and +collapsed along side me. We were both covered in sweat. She gently played with +my deflated cock for while as we rested. When she'd got her breath back, she +picked up her clothes and left. +I was half expecting another caller but alas nobody came. I made myself +comfortable and nodded off to sleep. I awoke sometime later as Peter handed me a +coffee. +"Did you have a nice snooze," Peter asked. +"Not bad. How's things with you?" +"Busy. I've got some time off now though. So I thought I'd come and keep you +company." +"I can see you've been busy," I said noticing the red marks across his back and +buttocks. "They look a little sore. Come here and let me kiss them better." +Peter came and sat next to me with his back towards me. I put my coffee down and +started kissing his wounds. The kisses soon turned to licks. I got him to sit up +a little while my tongue licked the wounds on his buttocks as well. He then +climbed under my blanket and we had a little cuddle while I fondled his cock. +"Bob's got over his treatment through the night," Peter told me. "They did +pretty much the same as they did to you. He had couple of new names written on +his back." +"Simon would be one and I guess you as well." +"I hope you didn't mind but I popped out early this morning. I went out of +curiosity more than anything to see what happens but while I was there I just +thought I'd might as well add my name to his list." +"Don't worry about it. I would have been disappointed if you hadn't." +"Is it okay to come in?" came a voice from outside the tent. I recognised the +voice as Jeff's. +"Come in, Jeff," I shouted. +"Time for check-up," said Jeff as he entered the tent. "Can you help him off +with his shirt, young man." +Peter helped me take my shirt off as Jeff removed the blanket that was covering +me. Jeff first checked the plaster cast and asked me if it felt too tight. I +told him that it wasn't overly tight. Jeff ran his finger around the top of the +cast and seemed happy with it. He then moved down to my toes and checked I could +feel then okay. +"Fine," he said. "Everything looks fine down there. Now I need to check you +over." +He stuck a thermometer down the side of my cock between my leg and my balls. He +then put on his stethoscope and listened to my chest. He then helped me to lean +forward and he listened on my back. He then took my pulse before pulling the +thermometer out and reading it. "Perfect. No adverse reactions so far. I notice +that you keeping your penis busy." +"How do you know that," I asked. + +"Just look at the state of it. Covered in dried sex fluids." +"Well aren't you going to clean it for me?" I asked jokingly. +To my surprise Jeff started licking my cock clean with his tongue. I soon had an +erection. The licking got more intense as I responded and soon he was taken my +whole cock into his mouth. One of his hands went and undid his trousers. His +other hand joined it and he pulled the back of his trousers and shorts down +revealing his arse. +"Okay young man, get stuck in," he said to Peter, surprising us both. +Peter didn't need telling twice. He soon had his cock firmly planted inside +Jeff. Although we'd managed to hold ourselves back for three or four minutes, it +was incredible that Peter and myself came at exactly the same time. Jeff then +stood up as if to pull up his pants when he noticed the marks on Peter's back. +"They look nasty," he said to Peter as he turned him around to have a closer +inspection. Jeff went into his bag and produced a bottle of lotion. "This will +help." With a piece of cotton wool, Jeff started dabbing the lotion on Peter's +back. He started at the top and worked down. Then he noticed that Peter's +buttocks needed some as well. He pushed Peter forward so he could apply some +lotion to his buttocks. "Oh fuck it," said Jeff. "You've got me going with that +lovely bottom of yours. Do you mind Dave if I you know?" +"Carry on. You don't mind do you Peter?" +Peter shook his head. +Jeff lowered his pants further so that his cock was free. He slipped it into +Peter and began thrusting his hips. "No wonder you love this boy," Jeff said to +me with a smile on his face. "He's a wonderful fuck!" It was only a few moments +before Jeff's face changed and I could see that he was letting his cum fill my +Peter. Jeff seemed a little embarrassed at what he'd done and leapt up to his +feet, pulled his pants back up, grabbed his medical bag and disappeared out of +the tent. +"You know you mean more than a good fuck to me, don't you?" I said to Peter +concerned at what Jeff had said. +"If we're going to have a future together," he started. "You're going to have to +stop doubting my love for you and how I feel about our relationship." +"Fair enough," I answered. "I'll say no more." +"Do you need a pee yet?" +"Well actually yes I do." +"Why haven't you told me like I asked?" +"Sorry!" +Peter took the contents of my bladder into his stomach without spilling a drop. +I told him that I was fed up being stuck in the tent. He said he'd go and ask +for some help to see if he could get me outside for a while. He was gone a few +minutes and he returned with a few helpers. They'd decided, as I couldn't put +any weight on my leg, they would drag me out instead. They placed a spare +groundsheet just outside the tent. Then they grabbed the end of my sleeping bag +and dragged it out of the tent. The sleeping bag slid fairly easily over the +plastic sheeting. Peter was concerned that I didn't have my blanket over me. +"I've got nothing that everybody hasn't already seen," I said. +"I hadn't thought of it like that," he said laughing. +The cool late afternoon air felt lovely on my naked body. I thanked the boys for +helping and they want on their way. Peter dragged out one of the rucksacks and +placed it behind me so I could lay back against it. I could see just about all +the camp from where I was laying. It was interesting watching the numerous +activities that were going on between slaves and their masters. When they +realised that I was out of the tent, more and more people were doing their +activities in the open where I could see them. During the last couple of hours +before supper I was constantly entertained. At one stage a couple of masters +thought I'd like to watch two of the younger slaves fuck each other. I +recognised them as James and Samantha. James vaginally fucked Sam only a couple +of feet away from me. Then young Jimmy was brought out and he anally fucked Sam. +Then it was Gary's turn to be sucked off by Sam. Sam was later carted off with +cum oozing out of every orifice on her body. +Later I watched the group of girls grab my Peter. They staked him down on the +ground and took turns pissing on him. I knew what that was like. They then threw +several buckets of icy cold water over him before releasing him. Then the girls +got a group of four boys and tied their hands behind their backs. They then +enticed the boys into having erections and then played a game of hoopla. With +little plastic rings they would take turns in throwing them and trying to hook +them on their boy's penis. The girl with the most rings hanging off her boy's +penis would be the winner. I quite enjoyed watching this game. Each girl was +responsible for keeping her boy's penis erect and if it went limp and the rings +fell off then those rings were discounted. +As six-thirty arrived, I watched the wardens carting off Simon for his night of +sensual depravation. They returned only moments later and stood alongside me. +This time it wasn't to cart me off some form of punishment but instead to help +to the mess tent ready for supper. They said if I'd like to go now, I could +watch Simon being prepared for his night's activity. I said that it sounded +interesting and if it were no bother, I would be grateful. One of them got my +shirt and blanket out of the tent. Two of them put their hands under my bum and +lifted me bodily into the air. They then carried me to the mess tent and sat me +down gain on a home made chair. They helped me on with my shirt and wrapped the +blanket around my waist. +I watched as they began the process of preparing Simon. Everything was pretty +much the same as I'd experienced. They seemed to have a little problem fitting +the cock restraint, as it wasn't big enough. A large section of his cock was +still exposed, where it had covered all but the tip of my cock. They managed to +clamp it into position and it almost looked like another leg of the table! They +couldn't hang the weights on his nipples as we had had our loops connected +through our nipples removed. Instead they used some lighter weights and clipped +them on with crocodile clips. I wasn't too sure which was worse. Finally the +preparations were completed and instead of putting up the canvas partition they +closed the tent door. I guess they did it so I could watch while they took turns +penetrating Simons arse. +Once the wardens had all had their way with Simon, one came up to me and asked +me if I'd like to have a go. +"I don't think it's going to be possible," I replied. +"Would you like to?" +"Yes I would if it was possible." +They sorted it out amongst them and the next minute they'd scooped me out of my +chair and carried me over to Simon. They slowly lowered me until my good leg was +on the ground. Two of them kept their heads under my arms and holding most of my +weight. They got me up really close. They whipped my towel away and another held +up my shirt out of the way. My cock was now well erect and perfectly in line +with Simons opening. I felt one of them apply pressure to the base of my spine +and in slipped my cock. I still didn't have the ability to pump and so one of +them grabbed me around my hips and pumped for me. It was a strange sensation +having all these people around me helping to fuck someone. I was getting used to +these weird and wonderful situations I was finding myself in. My hips began to +pump quicker and harder. I held back as long as I could, as I didn't want to +disappoint my helpers after all their efforts. Eventually I succumbed to the +pressure welling up inside me and I shot my load. I then had to tell them that +I'd come and that they could stop. Very strange. One of them handed me a pen and +I wrote my name on Simons back. They then lifted me up and put me back in my +chair. One of them cleaned me up and then wrapped the blanket back around me and +helped me back on with my shirt. The partition was put up and the tent door +reopened. +The mess tent soon filled up as they filed in for their supper. All the slaves +were naked but the masters were dressed. This made it easier to spot who was +who. The slaves had to serve the food to the masters. Only when the masters were +happy were the slaves permitted to eat their food. Bob approached me with my +supper. +"Hi," he said. "Sorry I haven't had chance to see so far today. They've been +keeping me busy. Sorry to hear about your accident. How is it?" +"Pretty good." +"It must of hurt when you did it. Looking on the bright side, at least we get to +eat now!" +"That's true," I answered laughing. +Bob stayed with me during supper and kept me company. We talked about what Simon +was about to go through tonight. Bob had enjoyed the experience although he'd +found it very exhausting. He'd managed to clock up three more signatures on his +back than I had got the night before. I could still see the faint outlines of +the signatures on his bare back. +After we'd finished supper, Jeff started his usual address to the group. He +announced that once again it was up to each pair to decide who was to be master +and who was to be the slave. He also announced that if they wanted to switch +partners they could as long as all parties agreed and that they maintained the +junior and senior combination. +He then got my Peter to stand up in front of the group with his back to them. +Jeff then told them, "See these marks. I don't know who's responsible for them +and I don't want to know. However, I ask you all to bear in mind that we will be +going home in a few days. If one of your parents saw these kinds of marks then +we would all be in trouble. So use your common sense and avoid this kind of +thing happening again. A little spanking won't hurt but anything other than that +could leave long lasting marks. Finally, as you know, Dave agreed to let the +camp continue even though he should be at home with his injuries. I think we +should all be grateful to him for that. I've therefore decided that each of you +should show your gratitude personally. I know some of you already have. I will +pin this list on the mess tent door. It's an approximate timetable for each of +you to visit Dave tomorrow. We will cordon off the rear of this tent and Dave +will be waiting for you there. You'll have to make your own arrangements with +your master or slave. I think it would be nice if you arrive fully dressed and +then let Dave decide what you should do. Don't forget that we have a new victim +behind the screen tonight for your pleasure. Make sure you all visit him at +least once during the night. That's all, have fun." +The hubbub of the group got quite loud as they individually discussed partner +swapping and who was going to be master and who was going to be a slave. +Obviously some were changing roles as they were being ordered to strip while +others dressed. Some disappeared behind the screen to have fun with Simon. Peter +had joined Bob and me as neither of them had the option of changing roles, as +they were both group slaves. We watched as several new salves were broken in and +forced to do humiliating acts in front of the rest of the group. After a couple +of hours or so the group began to disperse. A couple of the wardens approached +me and asked if I was ready to go back to my tent. I said I did and they carried +me home. Peter and Bob came with me. Peter made me comfortable while Bob made +some coffee outside the tent. He later brought in the coffee and we started to +drink it. +"Listen you two. You can get dressed if you prefer." I said to them. +"I'm okay," said Bob. +"And me," replied Peter. +"I'm afraid I'm too worn out to have sex," I offered. "But if you two want to +have fun, then carry on." +"I'm too tired as well," said Peter. +"Me too," said Bob. "Would you mind if I stayed the night with you two. I don't +fancy being on my own tonight." +"I have no objections," I replied. Peter agreed. +I slipped my shirt off and they covered me with a pile of blankets and they both +climbed in with me. One on each side. They both cuddled into me and I placed my +arms around them. It was very nice having two warm and naked bodies either side +of me. We made light talk for a while but it tapered out as each of us drifted +off to sleep. + +FRIDAY + +"Do you need a pee," said Bob to me, waking me up. +"Good morning, where's Peter?" I replied. +"He's making the breakfast. He was going to ask you if you needed a pee but I +volunteered to do it for you while he made the breakfast. Do you?" +"Sure do." +He pulled the blankets off me and took my limp penis into his mouth. I started +to go and he began to swallow. He was as good as Peter and never lost a drop of +it. The release of my urine had made me want to shit. Pains started to well up +inside me. It had been a long time since the last time I'd gone. Bob noticed +that I was in some kind of discomfort. +"What's the matter?" he said to me. +"Nothing," I replied. +"Come on, I can see that something is bothering you." He paused for a moment. "I +know what it is, you need a crap don't you?" +"I'm afraid I do." +He called for Peter to come back in. He explained to Peter that I needed a crap. +Peter produced a big cooking pot. +"Jeff knew you'd want to go eventually so he gave me this," said Peter. +They rolled up some blankets and sleeping bags and placed then either side of +the pot. They then lifted me up from under my arms and dragged me onto the pot. +This was embarrassing but I was too desperate to care and I lightened my load. +After I'd finished they rolled me off the pot and laid me on my side. Peter then +washed by bum. A very degrading thing for him to have to do but he did it +without a word. They then got me back on my bed and made me comfortable. I +thanked them for what they done. Bob carried out the pot and was gone for quite +some time. +Peter went out and checked that the breakfast was cooking okay and then returned +with a bowl of warm water. He once again took off my blankets and with a flannel +he gave me a bed bath. I also brushed my teeth and Peter combed my hair. I was +now clean and groomed and it felt wonderful. I watched as Peter then washed +himself and cleaned his teeth. +Bob returned and we all had a cooked breakfast followed by a mug of coffee. Both +Bob and Peter had their shorts on but I was sitting there uncovered and naked. +It felt strange to be the only one naked for a change. Bob started playing with +my toes that were protruding through the plaster cast. He asked if they hurt and +I said no. He massaged them for me while Peter and I talked. We were both +surprised when Bob started to suck my big toe. I've always had a thing about +feet and have never found any attraction in them. Obviously Bob did and I wasn't +going to complain. His sucking was causing me to feel strange sensations in +different parts of my body. It felt so relaxing. +"That's so incredible," I said out loud. "You really should try it Peter." +"I'll do you if want Peter," Bob said to him. +"Guess I'll try anything new," Peter replied. +Peter laid himself down and Bob lifted his foot. He placed his big toe into his +mouth and began sucking. +"Oooahh," Peter started. "I see what you mean. It effects your whole body." + +Bob was called away to fulfil his slave duties. Peter told me how much he'd +enjoyed having his toe sucked. I said I'd have a go one-day when I was in the +right mood. He promised the same. +The wardens arrived at the tent to take me over to the mess tent. They lifted me +and carried me like before. When we got to the mess tent, they carried me +through to the back behind the screen. There was a new low down seat that they'd +spent the last couple of hours making just for me. They'd padded it with +blankets and suchlike making it as comfortable as possible. The wardens +explained that each visitor was allocated approximately fifteen minutes. I +wasn't to worry if I overrun this time allocation with some of the visitors but +I should try to keep some others shorter to make up for it. They had put a clock +nearby so I could keep an eye on the time. Alongside the chair was a table. On +it was a bell and I was to ring it when I wanted the next visitor to come in. +There was also a copy of the timetable, which listed the visitor's name along +with some personal details about them including their age. I was to note any +visitors who were late. There were numerous other things on the table including +some food and drink and few assorted sex toys should I need them. They said that +they'd check on me throughout the day and then left. +It was already two minutes past eight and my first visitor was at eight. I +checked the list and it was Peter. I rang the bell and in he walked. He was +fully clothed. +"We meet again," I said with a smile. +"Yep. Nice set up," he said looking around. +"Not bad is it? I think they've thought of just about everything." +"Well I'm yours. What do you want me to do?" +"I know your mine and I hope you always will be. For now though, strip down to +your shorts and lay down on the floor in front of me." Peter did as I +instructed. I always enjoyed watching my Peter peel off his clothes. He laid +down. "Closer!" I asked him. He wriggled closer to me so he had to bend his +knees up. I lifted one of his legs up on my lap. I took the flannel out of the +bowl of water on the table. I washed his foot. Cupping my hands under the heel +of his foot I lifted it up towards my mouth. I looked at his big toe and without +thinking too much about it I popped it into my mouth. It tasted strange but not +unpleasant. I began to suck it like I'd seen Bob do. I could see a look of +pleasure came over Peter's face and I knew I was doing it correctly. I moved on +to his other toes. He began to wriggle about with the sensations I was causing. +He was caressing his nipples and I could see I was really turning him on. I +still wasn't sure if I liked the idea of having someone's toes in my mouth but +Peter was enjoying it so much I knew I'd always do it for him. +"Would you like me to suck your toes?" Peter asked. +"Only if you really want to," I replied. "Don't feel obliged." +He washed one of my feet. He started with my big toe and slipped it in his +mouth. It felt great. After a while he moved on to my other toes. Wow, I was +feeling new sensations. I too had my hand under my shirt and was playing with my +nipples. +"I'd only do that for you," Peter said to me. +"Me too. Let's keep that special for just us. We'll only suck each others toes." +"Fine by me. It shall be an experience that only you and I shall share. I guess +my time is up already," he said as he looked at the clock. +"Time flies when you're enjoying yourself. Don't go yet though. Stay with me for +a while and enjoy some of my visitors." +"That'll be nice, thanks." +I picked up the bell and rang it. Checking the list I could see that my next +visitor was 16-year-old Eric, one of the wardens. I showed the list to Peter who +was standing behind me. He smirked at me. Eric entered. +"Hello Eric," I said. "Revenge seems to be on the cards for you. I won't treat +you too badly considering how kind you've been to me since the accident. First +of all you can remove that T-shirt and come over here!" Eric lifted his T-shirt +off over his head and threw it to one side. I made him turn around while I +cuffed his hands behind his back. I then turned him back to face me. Eric was a +big lad and quite hairy. I squeezed his nipples as hard as I could with my +fingers. He winced as I did it. +"That's nothing compared to those dreaded bells you had fitted to our nipples!" +I said to him. "Peter, I'll give you the pleasure of debagging him!" +Peter pulled him away from me a little so I could watch better. He pulled Eric's +trousers down with force. Then grabbing his shorts he pulled them down with a +similar force. His cock sprang up with the rough treatment. Peter grabbed at his +organ and pulled him to me. Eric was a mass of hair from his belly down. I took +hold of his cock and yanked his foreskin back and he gave out a little whimper. +I grabbed his balls harshly as if to inspect them. I made him turn around and +pushed him forward making him bend over. I grabbed his arse cheeks and parted +them, stretching his anus wide open. +"Looks nice and clean," I said to Peter. "Would you like to do the honours?" +"My pleasure," he replied. +He pushed Eric to the centre of the tent still bending over. Peter pulled down +his shorts and out sprung his penis of perfection. He rubbed a little spit on +the end of it. He pushed Eric down a little causing him to bend his knees until +he was at the right height. Then he violently pressed his cock in as deep as it +would go. I saw the grimace on Eric's face. He fucked his arse with all the +force he could muster. Eric's balls were swaying with the force. When Peter +came inside him he withdrew his cock and then pushed Eric so that he lost his +balance and crashed to the floor like a discarded toy. Peter saw an opportunity +and put his foot on Eric's cock, trapping it against his leg. His foreskin was +still drawn back and Peter had his foot firmly on the exposed tip. I could see +that Peter was applying more and more pressure to his foot until Eric finally +said, "I'm sorry. I apologise for everything that I put you through." Peter +removed his foot but not before transferring his whole weight on Eric's cock. +The lad let out a squeal. +"Sorry about that Eric," I said. "I guess Peter had a lot of pent up feelings +about you!" +"I guess I deserved it," he replied. "May I dress now?" +"Okay." +Peter released him from his cuffs. We watched as he tried to pull his foreskin +back over the dried tip of his cock. He put his clothes on and left. Peter and I +had a good laugh at Eric's expense. Peter put his shorts back on before I rang +the bell. Next was 16-year-old Stephen who was also a warden. +"Come in Stephen," I said as he poked his head in. "Stand here in front of me." +Stephen was wearing a shirt and the top two buttons were unbuttoned. I could see +the mass of black hair on his exposed chest. Immediately I had an idea and I +called to Peter and whispered in ear. Peter left us for a few minutes. "Okay +Stephen, while we waiting for Peter, let's see you strip!" He took his clothes +off while I watched with interest. He was exceptionally hairy and made Eric look +smooth in comparison. "Stephen, I understand you share a flat with Paul." +"That's right," he answered. +"So you no longer live at home?" +"No." +"Good." I said. Peter returned with my shaving kit. I mixed a large quantity of +foam with some water. "You've never used a cut throat razor have you Peter?" I +said winking at him. +"Never," Peter answered. I knew he had but I wanted to build up a little fear in +Stephen and Peter was playing along. +Peter started with Stephen's chest and covered it with foam. Stephen's face was +a picture as Peter opened the razor. Within a minute or so, his chest was a bare +as a baby's bottom. He then did his arms, followed by his back, arse, legs and +finally his cock. The only hair he had left was the hair on his head. The bowl +of water was now full of foam and hair. I turned to Stephen and told him to go +out and empty it and to return when he'd filled it back up with fresh warm +water. Stephen attempted to pick up his clothes. +"You can leave them there," I called. "Now hurry up we're waiting!" +We heard some wolf whistles as he left the mess tent. We wondered how he was +fairing out there. He probably was feeling the cold after being used to so much +hair. Eventually he returned with the bowl of clean water. +"You're staying with us a while longer," I told him as I cuffed his hands behind +his back. Peter and I had noticed that the next visitor was 15-year-old Paul, +yet another warden. I rang the bell but immediately shouted, "Paul before you +come in I want you to strip down to your underwear." A few moments later Paul +entered wearing his shorts. Paul was tall and slim. He was of Asian background +and his skin was relatively dark. Unusually his wasn't at all hairy. "Come here +Paul and put your hands behind your back." I slipped a pair of cuffs on him. +"Right now stand over there facing Stephen." He did as I requested. "Stephen +down on your knees. I want you to remove Paul's shorts using only your teeth!" +Peter and I were soon in stitches of laughter watching the two of them. Stephen +was trying to grab Paul's waistband with his teeth but ended up biting Paul's +stomach. After numerous attempts, Stephen had a go at getting his teeth around +one the legs of the shorts. With a little perseverance he managed to get a grip +and he started tugging on them. With all the action, Paul had raised an erection +and that was stopping the shorts from sliding down. Stephen was determined not +to let go and tugged with all his might and the shorts began to move. Peter and +I thought we were going to die of laughter when Paul's cock finally popped out +and smacked Stephen in the eye. Once his shorts were around his ankles, Paul +stepped out of them. "Steve, I think you ought to relieve Paul of his erection." +Paul's cock was pointing vertically upward and we watched as Stephen tried to +hook it out and get it in his mouth. Once he had hold of it, he was away. Up and +down he went, running the full length of the shaft. You could tell that these +two were living together and that they knew each other's bodies. Steve knew the +exact length of Paul's cock and he knew he could run the full length without +fear of miss judging it and losing the cock out of his mouth. Their experience +showed. Steve was turning his head from side to side as he ran along every part +of the organ. I saw Paul's buttocks clench and I knew he was about to come. Sure +enough, Steve slowed down as he took his lover's cum. I waited while Steve +cleaned him up. "Okay you can stand up now, Steve. Paul I want you to turn +around so you're back is facing Steve. Now feel for Steve's cock. That's it. Get +a good firm grip and start wanking him." They found it awkward but soon got into +a rhythm. Steve was fairly erect before they started. Once again I could see +Steve rock a little as his bum cheeks clenched and moments later he shot his +load all over his lover's arse. "Well done boy's," I said. "You're free to go +now." The lads dressed and left. Peter said he had to go because it was already +passed nine and he'd been ordered to meet someone down by the river at nine +o'clock. I wished him luck and asked him to return as soon as he could. +Next on the list was 12-year-old Graham. I rang the bell and in he came. "Hello +Graham," I said. +"Hi," he replied. +Graham was very petite for his age, possibly the shortest of the entire group +even though he was twelve. He was very shy even though he'd been at the camp for +five days. Jeff had paired him with another boy that was similarly shy and the +two of them had kept themselves to themselves. Even though Graham was the slave, +I had never seen him naked about the camp. Any action was going on within their +tent. +"Come her," I said, "and sit on my lap." He sat across my lap. "Is it true that +you're a little shy?" +"Guess so." +"Don't you like being with other people?" +"I don't mind," he replied. It was like getting blood out of a stone getting to +open up. +"Do you like me?" +"Yes." +"Are you scared of me?" +"No." +"Talkative aren't you?" +"Sorry, I just get so embarrassed when I'm with someone I don't know." He said +stringing a full sentence. +"Why did you come to camp then?" +"I hoped it would overcome my shyness." His eyes glazed over. +"Hey, take it easy," I said to him. "You've got a lot to offer." I put my hands +on the side of his head and pulled it towards me and planted a kiss on his +cheek. He smiled back at me and then licked his lips in a provocative manner. +His moistened lips were a lovely deep red and I planted a kiss on them. As I +drew my lips away he quickly followed them and pressed his lips hard against +mine. At first it was a granny type kiss but I felt his tongue forcing its way +out of his mouth and pushing its way into mine. I took the opportunity of +slipping my hand up the back of his shirt and touching his silky skin. +"That wasn't so bad," I said to him as I mouths parted. I slipped my other hand +between two of his shirt buttons and my fingers found one of his nipples. I +teased it a little as we kissed again. He was beginning to relax a little so I +unbuttoned his shirt and started caressing him around the stomach and chest. He +didn't object. With our lips still joined I peeled his shirt back and he let it +slip down his arms. As we were locked in a kiss, I let my hands do the +exploring. His skin was soft and smooth. I got a little more adventurous and +while my right arm was caressing his back and shoulders, I let my left arm run +between his legs. I was rubbing his cock gently through his denim jeans. His +left arm that he'd had around my neck began to caress my shoulders. He was +starting to respond and so was I! I put my right hand back on his stomach and +while gently rubbing it, I let the hand slip down under his jeans. I found the +waistband of his underpants and I pushed my fingers under it. I felt some +moisture as I found his cock. It was already quite firm. As my fingers explored +around his shaft and balls, his left arm was under the back of my shirt. Our +lips finally parted. I looked at the body I'd uncovered. His right hand was +pressing against mine making me rub his cock more fiercely. I took my right arm +off his back and gently pushed him away from me so that I could bring my arm to +his front. I kissed him around his chest while I undid the clasp of his jeans. +Once it was undone I slid down his fly. Pulling my left hand out from under his +white underpants, I then pulled the front of his underpants down revealing his +penis. It was nice looking job and was standing proud. My groping earlier had +pushed back his foreskin and his pink bell end was staring back at me. I tried +to lean forward to touch it with my lips but I couldn't reach it. Graham knew +what I wanted and he got up off my lap. He pulled off his jeans and underpants +and stood close alongside me. In seconds I had his cock in my mouth and I was +giving it serious oral attention. His nectar was as I expected, wonderful. +Without a word being spoken, after I had taken his load, he pulled my blanket +off me revealing my fully inflated cock. He undid the front of my shirt and +peeled it back. He then sat back on my lap but this time he put his legs either +side of me and facing me. Our two cocks were locked together. He put his lips +against mine and we started another long kiss while he fondled my chest. Yet +again without warning, he lifted his body up and with his right arm guiding my +cock, he lowered himself down on me. My aching cock slipped into him with ease. +He pulled away from our kiss and leant backwards supporting himself with his +hand on my knees. His body was stretched out in front of me as he lifted himself +up and down my cock. His own cock was erect again and so I began to stroke it +with one hand while my other hand tweaked his nipples. As his rhythm increased +so did my hand around his cock. It was very long before I released by cum into +him. I continued to jerk him and a few moments later his cum was squirting +itself over me. He leant forward and we embraced rubbing his cum all over us. My +cock was still inside him. +"Not so shy once you get going!" I said to him. +"Suppose not. It just getting started is the problem." +"What you need to do then is to think about the outcome once you have started. +You got a cracking body and you're one hell of a sex machine, so what have you +got to be shy about?" +"I've never looked at it like that. You could be right." +"I am right. We all get a little shy when we meet for the first time but the sex +hunger within us simply overcomes the shyness. I dare you to leave this tent +now, without dressing, and go and find your partner and tell him you want to +fuck him. Tell him I said he's to." +"Do you reckon I could?" he replied with a little hesitance. +"Of course you can. Remember, just think of the outcome!" +"Okay I will. Thanks for your help and by the way you're not a bad sex machine +yourself!" he said as he ran out of the tent still naked. He hadn't even picked +up his clothes. I collected up his shirt and underpants but couldn't quite reach +his jeans. I don't know why but I put his shirt to my face and sniffed it. I +wondered what this camp has done to me. I've never been a fetish sought of guy +but first I find myself sucking feet and now I'm sniffing clothes! The smell of +Graham's shirt was stirring something up in me. Then I put his underpants up to +my nose and the smell of them drove me wild. They were still damp with Graham's +pre-cum. +I rang the bell and in come two girls. It was Liz and Chris. I checked my list +to see why two of them were coming together. I noticed that there was link +joining their names on the sheet and a note saying 'lesbians'. I already knew +that they weren't a hundred percent lesbians but I guess that it may be their +preferred choice. +"Hi girls," I said to them. +"Hi Dave," they answered. +"What am I to do to you?" I asked. +"That's up to you," said Liz. +"I tell you what," I said. "I'm feeling a little tired, so why don't I sit back +and watch the two of you making love to each other. I'm used to see male to male +gay sex but I've never watched two gay girls before. Just ignore me and pretend +that you're having private fun with each other." +"I guess we could manage that, don't you Liz," said Chris. She nodded in +agreement. +I settled back in the chair and waited for the floorshow. The girl's started by +giving each other a long deep kiss. Chris started fondling Liz's chest almost +straight away. Liz's hands were concentrating on Chris's arse. Chris's little +mini-skirt was lifting at the back as Liz hooked her thumbs under the panties +and soon the panties were on the floor. The kiss continued as Liz lifted the +front of Chris's skirt and started to finger her pussy. Chris responded by +opening Liz's shirt and undoing her bra. This kiss stopped as Liz moved her +mouth down to the breasts that were on display in front of her. With her hands +cupping under her breast she took as much as the mound as she could into her +mouth. Chris now had her skirt around her ankles and Liz was taking advantage of +Chris's semi horizontal position to pull her blouse up her body. As she passed +the back of her bra, she undid it and as Chris stopped sucking momentarily, she +pulled the blouse and bra off over her head in one sweep. Chris returned to +Liz's breast and at the same time she peeled Liz's shirt back and her bra and +shirt fell down to the ground. They were both naked now, accept for a little +jewel in Chris's navel. They changed roles and Liz began to suck one of Chris's +breasts and the same time fingering her fanny. The action continued as they got +down the ground and with a combination of fingering and licking they managed to +orgasm several times. When they were finally laying on their backs in +exhaustion, I thanked them for their display and they left. +Next on the list was 12-year-old Tony. I rang the bell but no one came in. I +rang it again and again but no response. After a couple of minutes, Jeff popped +his head through the door. +"I was just passing and I heard you ringing the bell but when I heard you ring a +second and third time I thought I'd pop in and see if everything okay." +"No there's not a problem as such. Young Tony is late for his visit by the look +of it." +"Ah! I see. You better make a note of it then. I'll make sure he gets his +punishment for this! I'll leave you to it. See you later." +"Yeah bye Jeff." +Jeff disappeared through the screen only to come straight back in. "I've found +him. He's just arrived," he said to me. He then looked at Tony and said, "You're +five minutes late! I don't want to here any excuses you were warned! I'll sort +you out later but for keeping David waiting you can stay with him now until +lunch and remember you do as he tells you!" Jeff turned back to face me. "Give +this little bugger hell for me will you?" +"Consider it done," I answered and Jeff left. +"Whoops! You've been a naughty boy haven't you?" I said to him sternly. I was +feeling tired and my leg was beginning to throb, and it was making me more +aggressive. "Come here!" I yelled at him. He stepped up closer to me. I leant +forward and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and without any warning a pulled +it sharply up and over his head. I slapped him hard several times across his +nipples. His chest turned immediately bright red. I had seen the bulldog clips +on the table earlier and decided that now was the time to use them. I squeezed +hard around his right nipple causing it to protrude from his chest. I sharply +clipped the bulldog clip onto the expose nipple. I did the same thing to his +other nipple. I knew these things hurt like fuck but I was in the mood to go to +town on this lad for being late. It was a coincidence that I also knew that the +lad liked to suffer, he was known for it. I was going to push him to the limit. +"So you'd dare to be late would you?" +"I'm sorry but..." he said with a frightened look on his face. +"No fucking excuses," I yelled at him. +"But I..." +"Disobey me again would you? I said no excuses. Now as you won't shut up then +I'll shut you up!" I picked up Graham's underpants that he'd left behind and +stuffed them in Tony's mouth. I pushed them all the way in and then taped some +heavy-duty tape across his mouth. Fear grew in his eyes. "Now hand me your +trousers!" I shouted at him. "Be quick about it!" He stumbled as he tried to +undo his trousers. He wanted to obey me as quick as he could. He managed to undo +them and whipped them off and handed them to me. He stood there in just a pair +of blue boxer shorts while I went through his pockets. I found what I was +looking for. I had noticed that he had a box in his pocket and it looked like a +cigarette packet by its size. I was right. "Oh boy!" I said, "you're really in +for it now! You got two options. Either I report this to the wardens or I deal +with it myself. Shall I tell the wardens?" Tony shook his head. "Do you agree to +accept my punishment instead?" He reluctantly nodded his head. He wasn't sure +how far I'd go but he knew the wardens were very strict and he'd be better off +with me. "Okay then. First off, you'll spend the rest of the day with me and not +just up until lunch. Okay?" he nodded his head. "Are you currently a slave?" He +nodded his head. "Does your master smoke as well?" He shook his head. "I can +always get someone to search your tent. I'll ask you again, does your partner +smoke?" He nodded with extra fear in his eyes. "Okay what will do is wait for +your partner to come looking for you and then he'll receive his punishment as +well. From now and until the end of camp, you and your partner will be my +personal slaves. I can promise you it won't be easy!" +I grabbed hold of him and turned him around. I pulled his arms above his head +and then grabbing his elbows I pushed towards each other until he virtually had +his arms folded behind his head. I grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed his elbows +together. The cuffs just fitted. His arms were now securely fixed behind his +head. While he was still facing away from me, I whipped his shorts down sharply. +This exposed his lily-white bum. Tony was quite tanned accept here and he +obviously sunbathed often but not nude. I turned him on a slight ankle and gave +his cheeks half a dozen hard slaps. His arse was glowing! I turned him the rest +of the way until he was once again facing me. As I expected he was circumcised +and his cock was long, thin and pointing upwards. I pulled it down as far as it +would go and then let it spring back up on its own accord. I did this several +times. His eyes followed my hands I leant over to the table and picked up a +little box of clips. The box contained a large range of crocodile and bulldog +type clips. I rummage through the box and sorted a few larger crocodile clips. I +stretched the sack holding his balls and proceeded to apply several of these +clips to it. As each one took hold his body jumped. I was amazed how many could +be applied and I reckon I had about a dozen clips secured to his balls. I was +then looking around him to find other suitable sites for more clips. I pinned a +couple on his earlobes. As he had one of those deep-set belly buttons, I managed +to clip several around the edge of it. I placed a few bigger clips on some of +his toes. To finish him off I pulled out a large bulldog clip and as it +approached his cock, I looked into is face and his eyes told me that he knew +what I was going to do with it. I clipped it right on the end of his penis! He +must have been in agony with that and all the other clips. Experience however +taught me that the pain subsides after a while as your body gets used to them. +"Each of those clips will be a reminder this morning that you should not break +the rules. Each time you think about having a cigarette in the future, just +remember those clips!" I said to him. I had one more thing in store for him. I +picked up his discarded shorts and placed them over his head. He was now blind +as well. "Okay turn around and walk until I tell you to stop." He turned and +walked away from me. Once he was almost at the tent wall I yelled for him to +stop and turn around. "That's where you'll stay until I tell you otherwise!" +I rang the bell. In walked Peter. +"I managed to get away for a while so I thought I'd rejoin you," he said. "Fuck +me that looks painful," he said looking at Tony. +"He's been a little naughty. He turned up late for his visit and to top it all +he had cigarettes on him. Keep the cigarettes quiet though, I promised not to +tell providing he accepted my punishments." +"I won't speak a word of it. What you got in store for him?" +"Well I plan to keep that a secret. Perhaps nothing, perhaps a lot more. It'll +keep him guessing. When he finished here, he's already promised to be my +personal slave for the rest of the camp." +"I hope you'll share him?" +"Perhaps," I answered given him a sly wink. "Anyhow is my next visitor out +there?" +"Oh sorry, yes he is. I asked him to wait a moment. I'll go and get him." He +popped his head out and brought the lad in with him. "Here he is." +"Okay, now who have we got here," I said looking at my list. Standing in front +of me was a black boy. "It's Carl and your 14, yes?" +"That's right sir." +I couldn't help but notice that the boy couldn't keep his eyes off Tony. "What's +so interesting over there?" I asked. +Peter jumped in and said, "I do believe that Tony is his partner!" +"Is that right, Carl?" +"Yes sir." +"Aha, I didn't expect you so soon. Come here next to me a minute." Carl stepped +up closer. As I expected, he smelt of stale tobacco. I scanned his pockets with +my eyes but couldn't see any telltale signs of any cigarettes. "Do you smoke?" I +asked him. +"No sir," he replied a little nervously. +"Why do you smell of stale tobacco then?" +"Don't know sir," he said looking even more fidgety. +"Tony smokes but you don't is that what your telling me?" +"Yes sir," he said but it was obvious he was lying. "I guess I smell of tobacco +because he sometimes smokes by me." He was very convincing. +"Okay, fair enough." I thought I'd leave it for the moment. "Strip down to your +underwear and hand me your clothes!" Carl lifted his T-shirt over his head +revealing the dark skin of his body. He was quite muscular. He pulled his +trousers off and handed me the clothes. He was wearing a very skimpy pair of +underpants and I could see the ridge of his pubic hair. I searched his trouser +pockets and found nothing other than a handkerchief. I was disappointed not to +have found any evidence and I was about to put the clothes on the table when I +noticed that the T-shirt had a little breast pocket. I put my hand in the pocket +and pulled out two cigarettes and half a dozen matches. "Who do these belong to +then?" I said to him holding up the evidence. +"Don't know," he replied knowing he'd been caught out. "I guess there mine." +"I was going to go a little easier on you considering you were prompt but +instead I find that not only do you smoke but you lie as well! You're also a +senior to make matters worse. I will offer you the same options as I offered +Tony. Either I can report this to the wardens and let them arrange your +punishment or you can agree to let me set the punishment. I must warn you that +apart from what might happen here, you will also be expected to be my personal +slave for the rest of the camp. So it up to you. Which is it to be?" +He looked at Tony and thought about it for a moment. He wasn't sure which way to +jump. He knew how hard the wardens would be but then again he could see what +Tony was going through. He finally made up his mind. "I'll take your punishment +sir." +"Okay then. Peter can you cuff his arms behind his head like I've done to Tony +over there?" +"Sure thing Dave," Peter answered enthusiastically. He had a quick look at Tony +and then cuffed Carl's arms. +"I haven't got anything to push in his mouth, Peter. I tell you what pull off +his underpants and stuff them in. Here's the tape to put over his mouth when +you've done it." Peter pulled the underpants down sharply and stuffed them all +the way into Carl's mouth and secured the piece of tape. "Bring him back over to +me, Peter." I was fascinated with the boy's black cock. I'd never had the +opportunity before to have a close look. I peeled back the foreskin and was +surprised to see that the tip was pink. "Peter, I've never sucked a black cock +before so I'm going to try it. Pull the clip off Tony's and suck his while your +waiting." Peter went and started work on Tony. I pulled Carl closer to me by his +cock. I took his rigid tool into my mouth. It sure tasted the same, so I began +to tease it. I bit it a couple of times and Carl jumped. Then I began to suck on +it seriously. My right hand went around his body and my index finger found the +opening to his arse. The finger slipped in with ease. Then two followed by three +and finally all four. He had a large opening! I wondered if all black people had +large openings! He began to squirm a little. I squeezed his balls with my left +hand. He squirmed some more. I felt his knees begin to tremble and his breathing +increase and I prepared for him to shoot his load. Did he shoot it! It was thick +and creamy and lots of it. It tasted a lot saltier than most at his age. +Peter too had finished milking Tony and had replaced the clip on the end of his +cock. I washed my hand after penetrating Carl's anus with it. I got Peter to +wrap a towel around Carl's eyes while I proceeded to put crocodile clips on his +nipples. We moved Carl alongside me so that he was sideways on to me bit easily +in my reach. I made him spread his feet a couple of feet apart. "Bend over and +touch your toes!" I demanded. "Peter would you tape his wrists to his ankles for +me?" Peter did what I'd asked. His arse was exposed but it didn't expose his +anal entrance like I wanted. I experimented with some tape by starting a piece +of tape close to anus and then pulling hard and taping it around his thighs. I +couldn't reach the other side of him so Peter did it for me. It had the desired +effect. His pink entrance was open for all to see. His balls were hanging neatly +below. I handed a series of clips to Peter and he applied them one by one to +Carl's balls. Finally clipping a bulldog clip to the end of his penis and he was +done. +Next on the list was 14-year-old Terry. I rang the bell and in he walked. He +looked around and looked at the two boys. "Come here Terry and stand facing this +black arse." I said to him. Terry was quite tall and lanky. "Peter would you do +the honours and pull his trousers and pants down?" Peter stood behind Terry and +put his arms around his waist. He located the button on Terry's trousers and +undid it. He pulled the lads trousers down and made him step out of them. His +cock was standing proud. "You're about to enter a black hole," I said laughing. +"Grab your rod and slide it in!" Terry used his hand to control his cock and +slid it into Carl's waiting anus. I watched up close and heard the squelch as it +entered. I also heard a muffled cry coming from Carl. "Start fucking while Peter +removes your shirt!" Terry started pumping the arse he was attached to. Peter +put his arms around Terry again and unbuttoned his shirt and pulling it back +until Terry had to hold his arms back and the shirt was off. "Now really pump +him!" I told him. Peter went around and held Carl's back so that he wouldn't +topple over. Terry was really pumping him hard and I could see his balls were +bashing the clips on Carl's balls. "Harder!" I cried. Terry was banging the full +length of his cock in and out of Carl. Peter was struggling to hold back the +force of each pump and keeping Carl on his feet. It looked like Terry was a +stayer and sweat began to run down his body. In and out his cock went! Carl's +cock was banging against his own stomach with the force of each pump and with +the weight of the clip secured to it. Terry's body was now running with sweat +and I watched as stream after stream of it was running down his back and down +his chest and onto his stomach. I saw him looking up to the ceiling of the tent +and I knew he couldn't hold back any more. I could hear the pressure build up in +Carl's arse as Terry squirted several waves of hot juicy cum inside him. The +final plop could be heard as he withdrew his cock. I handed Terry the flannel +from the bowl of water. "You've done well. Now wash yourself down." I watched +him as he wiped his head and neck. Then he washed his chest and stomach and +Peter helped him to wipe down his back. "I suggest you go and have a nice cool +swim in the river," I said to him. He picked up his clothes and left without +putting them on. +My next visit wasn't until early afternoon and it was time for a lunch break. I +turned to Peter and said, "I guess we can't leave these two like this." +"It won't hurt them," Peter said. +"No I think we ought to make them a little more comfortable. Before we do +though, young Tony hasn't had any action and I think he needs some juices in +him. Will you go and pull the clips off him and then bring him over?" Peter +sadistically pulled the clips off instead of unclipping them. He then dragged +him over to me by his cock. "Okay you can take the gag and blindfold off and +also release his arms." Within a few moments the lad was free once more. I +pulled the blanket that was covering my lap and Tony looked down at my exposed +cock. "That's' your lunch," I said to him. His eyes widened and he knelt down +between my legs. "Before you get started I want you kneel on all fours because +my friend here is going to fuck your arse at the same time. When you're ready +Peter." Peter pulled down his shorts and kneeled behind Tony and as ever Peter +was erect and ready for action. Tony began to suck me off when Peter penetrated +him. As usual both Peter and I came at the same time and Tony was injected with +hot cum from both ends. "Now Tony I see your master is looking as though he +could do with some lunch." I asked Peter to turn Carl so that he was laying on +his back but still keeping his hand and ankles secured together. I then got him +to remove the blindfold and gag and told Tony, "I want you to fuck your master's +mouth." The boy laid across Carl's face, popped his cock into his mouth and +started pumping. After the action he'd just had it didn't take him long to come. +Peter released Carl from his bonds and the boy stood up but looked a little +weary. He then got them to sit on the floor with their backs to each other and +wrapped tape around them to lock them together. He'd purposely wrapped the tape +around their chests so that the tape ran over their nipples. He then pushed the +two pairs of underpants back into their mouths and wrapped a rope around their +heads to hold the gags in place and lock their heads together. "I think that'll +do it," he said to me. "I think it's time we had some lunch. What do you fancy?" +"More than anything I fancy getting out of this tent for a while!" I said to +him. "I think I can probably walk if you'll support me." +"Let's give it a go," he answered. He put his head under my arm and lifted me +up. "Now put your whole weight on me and move your good leg forward." I did as +he suggested. I was nervous that I might hurt him even though he's quite a +strong lad. "Now carefully move your bad leg forward but don't put any weight on +it." I did and it worked and I was walking. He led me out into the open and +while a balanced for a moment he got me a chair to sit on. +"Walking now are we?" said Eric, one of the wardens I'd seen earlier. "I got +something for you. I'll go and get it." He disappeared out of sight only to +return a few moments later with Stephen. "Try these for size. Steve and I have +spent all morning making them." He offered me two handmade crutches. They were +neatly carved and had padded rests for going underneath my arms. +"I don't know what to say but thanks. It's very thoughtful of you both." I used +one of the crutches to lift myself off the chair and then secured a crutch under +each arm and took my first few steps unaided! I thanked the boys again and +walked over to Jeff's tent. +"You take it easy on that leg," said Jeff. +"I will," I answered. "It's just so nice to get about." +"I know. Something I meant to ask you," he said changing the subject. "Why are +you punishing two of the boys?" +"I'd rather not say. They promised to accept my punishment and it would be +unfair to them if I told you." +"I accept that and I wouldn't intercept but I'd still like to know." +"Okay but the boys in question are sorry for they done. I found cigarettes on +them." +"Shit! I had a feeling it would be something like that. I'll keep my promise and +won't interfere with those two but I think we need to organise a search. We +won't say what we're looking for, we'll just pretend we're holding a routine +camp search. Sex is healthy but cigarettes are bad, especially for youngsters. +Okay thanks Dave" +Jeff called over the wardens and he told them what they were about to do. Eric +went off and sounded the siren. It was one of those aerosol types and it was a +signal that everybody was to return to the camp post haste. Within about ten +minutes everybody was back in the camp and assembled in front of us. Jef started +addressing them. +"I've called you all back in because I've decided to do a full camp search for +any banned merchandise. I had been intending to do this earlier in the week but +until now I haven't got around to it. Now listen carefully. I want you all to +strip completely and place you're clothing neatly on the ground and then I want +you to lay face down on the ground along side them. Now form yourselves into 2 +lines, strip off and lay down in rows." +Those who had clothes on were stripping off and within a couple of minutes there +was two rows of naked kids. A sea of bottoms! Jeff told four of the wardens to +go off and start searching the tents. They were to note anything they found that +was not permitted on the camp. Jeff put my chair just behind the first row and I +sat on it. He took another chair and put in behind the second row. "Okay +people," he said. "The row nearest me is row two and the other is row one. +Starting with the first person on the end of each row that's nearest the mess +tent, each of you will get up in turn and take your clothes to Dave or myself +dependent on which row your in. You are still required to be inspected +regardless of whether you have any clothes or not!" +Jeff had already arranged for a warden to watch closely as each kid got up and +to make sure that he or she didn't drop or leave anything behind. As kids came +up to me I had to search his or her clothes thoroughly and then give them a body +search. I found one girl with a lipstick in her pocket. This was a banned +substance. I later found a junior with a box of matches and yet again this was +against the rules as only seniors were permitted matches. The rest were clean +accepting for some of the boy's underwear that was damp and dirty but that +wasn't an offence! I had my two offenders lay face down by the mess tent away +from the others. Two boys from Jeff's line had also been sent over although I +wasn't sure why. +Jeff kept the whole group on the floor until the wardens had finished searching +the tents. When they'd finally finished they came back empty handed apart from a +few packets of cigarettes from Tony and Carl's tent. Jeff quietly took them off +the wardens and told them that they weren't to worry about them. The kids were +dismissed accept the four offenders. They were taken down to the latrine area +and staked out face down on the ground. "You'll remain here until supper time +and you will be used as toilets. The rest of your punishments I'll have to think +about." He told them. He and a few of the wardens pulled out their cocks and +pissed over them, making sure that they all had a nice covering. They remained +there on their own for the afternoon. They only ever saw somebody when they +wanted a piss accept mid afternoon when a couple of wardens turned them over so +that they were laying face up. +Peter stayed with me through the afternoon and helped me with my visitors. They +were all put through similar routines as we had done in the morning. The only +highlight was when 11-year-old Keith visited. All week I had somehow neglected +to notice him or had anything to do with him. The first time I had noticed him +was when I searched him earlier. He was one of those lads that made your heart +pound. Blond hair, cute face, blue eyes and luscious lips. His skin was bronzed +and smooth with a very fine smattering of blond hair. +When Keith came to visit me, I distinctly heard Peter sigh and swallow deeply. I +knew he felt the same way as I did about the boy. I let the boy go without +undressing him or anything on the understanding that he'd spend the night with +Peter and me. He accepted without hesitation. I was really looking forward to +it! +During supper, Jeff announced that tomorrow was naked day. No one was to wear +clothes at all until further notice. This was to include Jeff, the wardens and +myself. Also tonight my Peter would not be subjected to the sensual deprivation +and instead Mandy would be subjected to it. Mandy was the girl who was being +punished after the search at lunchtime. Further he announced that the three boys +would act as valets with Mandy and that they must do whatever they are required +to do. Jeff suggested that they may be used as a cleaning service and be +requested to clean cocks and cunts as required. They could also be used as an +undressing service or anything else that may be required. Just after supper and +before the four of them were carted off to be prepared, they were subjected to +give everybody a floorshow. One of the tables was cleared and Mandy was forced +to lay down on it. Each of the three boys then had to publicly fuck her amidst +the cheers of the eager audience. +Later that evening Peter and I said our goodnights to Bob and Simon who were +going to spend the night together. I was now walking about fairly easily with +the crutches. We entered our tent to find little Keith in bed. I'd been +wondering where he was. I could see only his head as he had a blanket wrapped +around him. I could see his clothes were neatly folded at the back of the tent +and that he was naked under the blanket. I could feel my pants beginning to +swell. An obvious lump appeared in Peter's as well. Keith turned over onto his +back putting his hands behind his head. The blanket slipped a little revealing +the upper part of his chest. +"It's nice and warm in here," he said as he looked at me with his big blue eyes. +His red lips were beckoning me to kiss them. +Peter and I stripped off while Keith watched us. We slipped under the blanket, +one either side of him. Although Keith seemed to like Peter, he seemed to want +me more. He turned his head to face me and licked his lips. That was enough to +send me wild. I pushed my face against his with our mouths wide open. I explored +the interior of his mouth with my tongue. I licked around his chin and neck and +nibbled his ear. Peter moved in and replaced his mouth for mine. The boy's face +was running with saliva. I felt his little hand grab my cock and he started to +stroke it. I saw Peter jump and I guess he'd grabbed his cock with his other +hand. While Peter was licking his face I moved down and kissed his shoulders and +then across to his chest. His chest was soaked in my saliva as I moved down to +his stomach and later down to his hairless cock. At this stage I only licked his +cock and balls and then carried on down his legs stopping only when I got to his +feet. I wasn't going to touch his feet because of my promise to Peter. I really +wanted to taste every bit of this body and Keith knew it because he turned +himself over. I began again with the back of his legs and worked up. I gave his +bum a good licking and I darted my tongue a couple of times into his little pink +rim. I worked my way up his back to his neck. I then went back down and started +at one of his hands and worked my way up his arm. Then his other arm. I put my +leg over his body and straddled him while I licked his shoulders, neck and ears. +Keith sensed that I'd covered all of him in my saliva and he turned once more +onto his back. His face was inches away from my cock. He wrapped his arms around +the back of my thighs and pulled me towards him. Raising his head he stuck his +tongue on my cock and tasted the little droplets of pre-cum. He pulled harder on +my thighs and pulled my cock closer to his mouth and slipped it in. I put my +hands down on the bed above his head in order to steady myself and he sucked +hard on my penis. Although I couldn't see, Keith had his legs spread behind me +and Peter was fingering him. I felt my balls beginning to well up and I knew I +was about to come. The first shot went straight down his throat, the second hit +the roof of his mouth. Keith pulled himself off my cock and the rest of my load +shot all over his face. I climbed off him and licked the cum off his face. Peter +climbed on and the boy repeated the process while I sucked off his little penis +and tasted his sweet nectar. +Keith then climbed on me and licked me all over the body just like I'd done to +him. I was drenched in his saliva and it felt wonderful. He then did the same to +Peter before we cuddled into each other with our hands on each other's cock and +drifted off to sleep. + +SATURDAY + +It was about four o'clock when Keith had awoken me by stroking my penis, that I +finally popped his little cherry. It was tight but lovely. I went back to sleep +with Keith laying on top of me. +Today was the last full day of the camp. Tomorrow we would make the long trek +back to civilisation. Today there was to be no bondage, spanking, whipping or +any other physical contact that may leave marks on anybody's body. Today was for +any body marks to start healing so that everybody was ready for going back to +civilisation. Sex was permitted in all forms providing that it wasn't forced. +Nobody was permitted to wear clothes under any circumstances. +Peter made breakfast while Keith and I explored each other once more. Over +breakfast we chatted about what we might do today. Peter was keen to go on the +planned walk that most of the group had talked about last night. He knew I +couldn't go because of my leg so he was prepared to stay back and keep me +company. +"You go Peter," I said to him. "I can't expect you to give up everything all the +time." +"No it's okay," he replied. +"I insist. I'll find something to occupy me." +"But I'll be gone most of the day. They're taking packed lunches with them." +"I'll stay with you Dave," said Keith. "I'm not that fussy on long walks." +"Are you sure," said Peter. +"Positive," said Keith. +"Well there you are then. That's that settled. I said to Peter. +Peter started packing his lunch while Keith went off and did the washing up +after breakfast. I decided to go for a wash and cleanup. I hadn't even shaved +for a couple of days. While I was out I noticed the group assembling together +for their walk. A mass of naked bodies. Some had small rucksacks and others had +shoulder bags in order to carry their lunches. None of them were permitted to +carry clothes accept a few of the older boys who were permitted to take +jockstraps for support should they need it. Simon was also permitted one for his +oversized appendage. Peter came up to me as I was making my way back from +washing. He gave me a kiss and said that he'd see me later. "I hope you have a +fun day with Keith," he said to me with a smirk on his face. +"I'll try," I said. +When I got back to the tent, Keith was tidying up. The tent doors were tied back +and I sat on the grass just outside and watched as he went about his work. He's +such a tidy and methodical boy. Everything was being neatly folded and put away +in neat piles. I noticed how neat he was with himself. His hair is neatly combed +and parted with a slightly off centre parting. His fingernails and toenails are +neatly trimmed with no signs of being picked or bitten and not a speck of dirt +under them. His teeth were bright white and he cleaned them twice daily. He +oiled himself with suntan lotion at every moment he was exposed to the sun. +Hence his wonderful golden colour. He had little noticeable bikini line so he +was obviously used to nude bathing. He noticed me watching him so closely. "Do +you like me?" he asked. +"Of course I do." I replied, slightly embarrassed that I been caught studying +him. +"No I mean REALLY like me. Not just as a sex object but as a person." +"Of course I do," I repeated, wondering where this line of questioning was going +to lead us. +"I like you as well." +"I'm glad of that." +"I wish you were my dad!" he said and tears formed in his eyes. +"I'm sure your dad is wonderful man," I said knowing that he obviously wasn't. +"You don't then. I don't have a dad or mum for that matter. My parents were +killed when I was seven and I've lived in home ever since." +"Oh I am sorry, Keith. I honestly didn't know." I grabbed out for him and took +him in my arms. I wanted to squeeze him and not let him go. The tears turned +into little trickles. +"Nobody will adopt me because I look to small for my age. Lots say the like me +but when they find out my age they seem to lose interest." +"They don't know what they're missing." +"Do you think so?" +"Of course. I'd be honoured at the chance of being your adopted father." I said +to try and comfort him. +"Will you then?" he said and I was cornered. +"I don't think they'd let me because I'm single." +"No. A friend of mine was adopted only a couple of weeks ago by a single man. +Apparently providing you own your own home and have a steady job, then they will +accept you." +"I don't think you're right but I'll look into it when I get home." The thought +of adopting this boy was really exciting but I didn't want him to see in case it +wasn't possible. +"You will!" he said as his face lit up with a smile. "I promise to be ever so +good and you'd hardly notice me unless you wanted me." +"What you mean, unless I wanted you?" +"You know what I mean. Unless you wanted me for sex." +"For a starter, it's unlikely that it's even possible that I could adopt you and +secondly I wouldn't be adopting you for sex. You'd be my son." +"You mean you wouldn't want me any more?" +"Well uh!" I was lost for words. "Let's put it this way, you wouldn't have to +buy my love with sex." +"Does that mean you love me?" +"Kind of. Okay then yes I guess I do." +His face was full of happiness at what I'd said. "I love you too. What if I +wanted you to have sex with me? Ever since I've been in the home I have been +forced to have sex. I like sex but I'd love to have sex because I wanted to, +with someone I loved and cared about. I knew last night that you were the person +that I'd like as my dad and the person I would give my body and mind to." +"Well I'm honoured and I hope you're right about the adoption panel. If it's +possible then I'd be happy to adopt you." +He closed down the tent doors so that we were in private. "You've made me very +happy. Before you agree to adopt me, don't you feel you ought to examine the +goods?" he said as he sat across me. +Boy did I want to examine him. The thought of him living with me permanently was +very exciting. I would be there as he grew up into a man. "If I do manage to +adopt you then I want to get one thing clear before we go any further. I'll be +happy to enjoy you and your body for as long as you want me to. However, I would +want you to promise me that at any stage that you feel you no longer want to, +that you would tell me. As you grow older you may decide that you don't want to +have sex with me and I want to know straight away. Never fear that I would turn +you out because of sex!" +"I promise." +Now that I'd cleared that up I was ready to taste the boy's body once again. I +rolled him over on his back and started to lick his neck, moving his blonde hair +out of the way. I ran along his shoulders and across his back. Wow! Did he taste +good. I got to his little butt and licked it all over. I licked all the way down +the back of his legs before turning him over. I knew I promised Peter that I +wouldn't but I just couldn't help it. I took his foot into my mouth. My tongue +worked its way between each of his toes. I did the same on his other foot. I +then worked myself up passed his cute kneecaps and up to his little manhood. I +sucked on his little sack for a while and then took his penis in my mouth. With +his fingers he was rubbing my shoulders. His cock was small but beautiful. It +excited me that I may see this organ mature and grow into man size cock. It +wasn't long before I felt his sweet nectar filling my mouth. I held on to it and +moved quickly up to his lips and kissed him. I transferred some of his love +juice into his mouth. I moved on to licking his face and then back down towards +his chest and stomach. Once again he was soaked in my saliva and he loved it. +"If you do come to live with me," I said to him. "I'd like to do that every week +and enjoy the taste as you grow into a man." +"I'd love you to do it too!" He said as he got up and kneeled with his little +but up in the air. "I'd like to feel my dad's cock in me now!" +What could I say? He even spread his cheeks with his hands so I could see his +little pink ring. I greased him up a little as I didn't want to hurt him. In I +went and though it was tight it wasn't as tight as first thing this morning. As +I drove home, and he took the lot, he clenched his anal muscles and I lost +control and released my load inside him. It would be great if could be my son. +We laid in each other's arms for quite a while and chatted about his life at the +home. The house parents at the home at lost control of the twenty or so staying +there at any one time. The boys could do virtually anything they liked. Keith, +because of his smallness for his age, is constantly picked on. He's rarely +allowed to have any clothes on and often spends many hours at a time tied up in +his room or out in the garden. The house parents reckoned it was only healthy +horseplay. The boys never did anything else in front of the house parents but +when Keith was alone with any of them he was forced to be their sex slave. They +would fuck his face or anus whenever it took their fancy and generally humiliate +him at other times. They would laugh and joke about his little penis and +hairless body. They'd take him out with them after school and humiliate him in +front of their friends. They'd strip him and make him do things for a laugh. +Several times he'd been punished, by the house parents, for coming in late. The +boys had stripped him while he was out and walked off with his clothes. He'd +then have to wait until it was dark before he could make his way back to the +home. I really felt for him and the rough treatment he's faced over the last few +years. +"Would you like to be my spunk brother?" he said to me. +"What's a spunk brother?" I answered. I hadn't heard the word spunk for a long +time. I guess he meant the slang term that is more commonly called cum nowadays. +"It's a routine that proves your love and devotion." +"I'll give it a go." +"Okay both of us should lay on our backs and jerk off making sure that our spunk +lands on our stomachs and chests." Keith laid down so I joined him. We both +played with our organs until we'd both squirted our cum over us. "Now we must +rub our spunk together." He said as he climbed on top of me and rubbed his body +against mine. The cum was oozing between us as he rolled his body about. When he +lifted himself off me his chest and stomach was covered in a thin layer of cum +and so was mine. "Now we must lick each other clean!" he said as he started +licking my chest. He worked all away around my chest and down to my stomach. To +finish off he licked the remainder of the cum off my cock. I then started on him +and licked his chest. The mixture of our cum was like sweet and sour. I could +taste the strong musty saltiness of my cum and the sweetness of Keith's. I too +cleaned up his cock of any remaining cum. "Now we're spunk brothers," he said as +I lapped up the last drop. +"Hello spunk brother," I said smiling. My face grimaced shortly afterwards as a +pain shot up my leg. +"Are you okay?" he asked. +"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a couple of shooting pains in my leg." +"Guess I'm making you too active. I tell you what, let me make you comfortable +and you rest while I make the lunch." He placed some rolled up blankets behind +me and made me comfortable. He kissed me on the lips and said, "What do you +fancy for lunch? By the way I'm a good cook and I love doing it. So if you do +adopt me you'll have a full-time in-house cook." +"I could do with a good cook as I can burn water. Why don't you surprise me!" +I watched him as he set about cooking a surprise for me. He tied back the tent +doors so I could see out and watch him. I started thinking about the adoption +idea. Although I like women I have never imagined myself marrying one and +settling down and having a family. I like to play the field too much for that. +Perhaps when I'm old and beginning to wrinkle I might change my mind but by then +it would be too late to have children. However, I have often dreamed of what a +child of mine would be like. Young Keith was everything I could wish for in a +son. He's bright and intelligent. He's courteous and kind. He's helpful and +tidy. He's beautiful. I thought how I would be able to help him with his +schoolwork and comfort him when he was sick. It was lovely to dream but alas it +probably would always be a dream. I felt good inside with my thoughts and slowly +drifted off to sleep. +"Wake up," he called. "Lunch is ready." +There in front of me was a big bowl of spaghetti with a mince beef sauce. He +handed me a fork and we got stuck in. We shared the same bowl. Several times we +ended up sucking on the same strand of spaghetti and our lips would meet as we +fought over it. The food was cooked to perfection and tasted better than any +other I'd tasted before. It wasn't long before the bowl was empty. I looked at +him and he was covered in sauce and I grabbed him and cleaned him up with my +tongue. +"Rice pudding for afters?" he said. +"Fine." +"Do you like it cold?" +"Don't mind." +He disappeared and the returned with an open tin of rice pudding. He laid +alongside me and proceeded to pour half a tin of rice pudding down his body. +"Let's save on the washing up," he said. I wasn't going to argue with that. He +made a wonderful dish and rice pudding had never tasted so good. He poured the +rest of the tin over me and started eating! +He later took the dishes over and washed them. He returned with a bowl of warm +water and gave me a thorough wash and then gave himself a wash. He then tidied +up and finally settled down alongside me and rested his head against my chest +and we chatted and snoozed the afternoon away. +Peter and the rest of the group arrived back just before supper time and the +cooking started for our last supper at camp. Peter had a little snooze while +supper was being prepared. He looked shattered. He awoke and joined us as supper +was called and we went to the mess tent. There was a general party atmosphere in +the mess tent and for once everybody was equal. We sang songs and played games +like charades. There was little evidence of any shyness anymore due to being +naked within the rest of the group. In fact many were pushing themselves forward +to get in front of the group and show themselves off, even Simon! We had a +beauty contest for the best male butt. The contestants had to line up in front +of the group and show off their butts. Votes were taken on the butt's roundness, +its firmness, it's tan and finally its sex appeal. My Peter won the overall +accolade of the best butt on camp. +I got up and thanked Jeff for all his organisation and we all gave him three +cheers. He then responded by outlining what was happening tomorrow. He'd brought +a mobile phone for emergencies and switched it on every night for one hour to +conserve the battery. Colin knew the time and so could get in touch with us if +he needed. He hadn't but Jeff had phoned him instead and told him about my +broken leg and that we'd need another driver. They would pick us up at the +meeting point at twelve noon. That meant that we needed to be up at six in order +to break camp and make the long walk back to the meeting point. Jeff suggested +that we have a bit of fun for another hour and then turn in and have an early +night. +After a bit more fun, Peter, Keith and I decided to turn in. It was going to be +a hard morning for me because of my leg and having to walk on it for several +miles. Jeff had suggested that we pack up what we could tonight and that we +leave our tent for the others to take down and carry. That way, Peter, Keith and +myself could leave a couple of hours or so ahead of the main group. This would +give me time to take it more slowly and have frequent rests. I was also to pack +any of my essentials needed for the trip in either Peters or Keith's rucksacks +as Jeff had arranged for my rucksack to be carried by someone else. +Keith as usual was very methodical working out what we needed to pack in where +and had everything under control. He worked out what we needed for the morning +and packed everything else. He made us all a hot drink and then climbed into +bed. Peter and I joined him, one either side of him. We kissed and groped for a +while but Keith said he was feeling too tired for anything else. We accepted +that and limited ourselves to mouth and body contact. We chatted for a while and +I began to tell Peter about my intention of applying to adopt Keith. I wasn't +sure how Peter was going to take it. He took it very well and was excited with +the idea. We talked about what it would be like if we could all be living +together like a family. Keith has dropped of to sleep in my arms but Peter and I +carried on talking for quite a while before we too dropped off. + +SUNDAY + +At just past 6 o'clock, I was awoken by Peter who'd made coffee. I was surprised +to see Keith was still fast asleep. He's normally an early riser. I woke him up +and Peter handed him his coffee. Keith was very quiet while drank our coffees. +"Are you all right?" I asked Keith. +"I'm okay. Just feel a little tired this morning. I'll be all right." He +replied. +He looked a little off colour but I assumed it was something to do with the end +of our holiday and that he was about to return to the home. Peter and I had a +bite to eat but Keith wasn't hungry. Peter then packed away the cooking +equipment. We grabbed our washing gear and went to the mess tent and washed. +Keith as usual was meticulous in cleaning himself. When we got back to the tent +we packed away the remaining equipment and after checking the tent was empty, we +headed for Jeff's tent. +"Good morning Jeff," I said to him as he was packing away his belongings. "We're +ready to set off." +"Okay then Dave," he answered. "Now take your time walking and stop and rest as +much as you can. You got nearly four hours, so you've got plenty of time." +"Right you are," I said. +We handed him my rucksack for him to sort out, said our goodbyes and set off. We +had decided that we were going to make the walk naked like the rest of the +group. It was our last chance to enjoy the freedom from our clothes. It was +already quite warm and sunny. We would get dressed when we reached the final +woodland. Simon had lent me a pair of his shorts as they were wide enough in the +leg to fit over my plaster cast. I had already prepared a pair of trousers by +ripping the leg up the side. +The walk was very tiring. After the first couple of miles, the pain in my leg +got worse and I took the painkilling tablets that Jeff had given me. Every +couple of hundred yards or so I would have to stop and rest. Keith was still +very quiet and looking even more off colour. He never complained but I could see +that he wasn't well. After a couple of more miles he was looking even worse. He +was perspiring a lot. When we stopped for another rest, I put my hand on his +forehead. He was red hot. +"You're coming down with something," I said to him. +"I don't feel very good." +"I can see that. I'll carry your rucksack for a while and give you a breather." +I said to him half expecting an argument. +"Okay," he said much to my surprise. +I was getting a little concerned about him as I new he was running a high fever. +Peter helped me on with Keith's rucksack and we set off once again. I made sure +that Keith walked in front so I could keep an eye on him. His footsteps were +very lethargic even without the weight of his rucksack. I could clearly see the +perspiration running down his back. It was warm but not that warm. His skin was +turning red with the heat of his body. I gestured to Peter and he nodded back +confirming that he too had noticed. We stopped again and rested. I made sure +that Keith drank plenty of water. I saw him shiver and got Peter to sort out his +clothes from his rucksack and help Keith to dress. I knew that when someone's +body temperature was that high, you have to keep them warm even if they don't +want to be. Peter had to virtually dress Keith on his own because Keith showed +no interest in helping. I felt his forehead once more and it was incredibly hot. +"This is more than flu," I thought to myself. +We got up to start off once more but Keith didn't move. His eyes were open but +he didn't seem to be with us. I didn't need to say anything to Peter. He pulled +one of the blankets out of the rucksack and wrapped Keith in it. He picked him +up and cradled him in his arms. We knew we had to get him medical help and +quick! + +Chapter 6 + +By the time the ambulance got us to the hospital, Keith had slipped into +unconsciousness. He was laying on the trolley and he was now covered in a purple +coloured rash. The ambulance men rushed him to the emergency room where the +doctors were waiting. We were told to wait in the relative's room. We waited and +waited. After several hours a doctor came into the room. +"Are you Keith's father?" the doctor asked. +"No. He's an orphan but I guess you could call me the nearest to being his +father." I answered eager to find out how he was. +"We're almost certain that he has meningitis. He has all the classic symptoms +and we're treating him accordingly. The blood tests will confirm our diagnosis. +We have the fever under control and we've put him on a ventilator to help him +breath." +"Will he be okay?" +"Too early to tell. Hopefully your prompt action getting him here will give him +a fighting chance. He's very ill indeed but we live in hope. We're doing +everything that is humanly possible." +"May I see him?" +"Certainly." +The day turned into night and there was no change in his condition. Jeff had +visited in the afternoon after driving the kids back home. He said he'd sought +out letting the home know about Keith. Jeff also took Peter home, as I was +concerned that his parents would want him home. The following morning the doctor +told me that his condition was improving slightly and they took him off the +ventilator and he managed to breathe on his own. As the second day wore on, +Keith's condition continued to improve although he remained unconscious. We were +visited by a social worker that was in charge of Keith's welfare. She was +helpful and kind. I told her about the crazy idea that Keith had about me +adopting him. To my surprise, she confirmed that single men can adopt but the +process was quite long and complicated. She said that she would look into it. +That evening, Keith opened his eyes. He was too weak to speak but he looked at +me and gave me the best effort at a smile. I knew he was going to be all right. +He woke several times during the night and although he didn't speak, he'd watch +me and smile at me. I would often get up and mop his brow of perspiration. The +rest of the time I'd sit alongside him holding his hand. By early morning he was +able to speak a little although it tired him very quickly. +Mid morning of the third day, the social worker returned. She asked how Keith +was and I told her he was improving every hour. +"Good," she said. "I've got some news for you. I've done some talking in the +right ears. I've talked to Keith's house parents, I've talked to my managers and +I put in an application to the court. I've just come from that court now and the +judge has granted you temporary custody of Keith." +"You mean he can come and live with me?" +"He sure can. Only for three months but that should be more than enough time to +get a formal application processed. I'll get the ball rolling straight away and +don't worry, unless you have a dark secret hidden away in the past, then it's +extremely unlikely that you won't get full custody after being granted a +temporary one. The only condition is that I want to hear Keith tell me that he +wants to live you. I've seen your love for him but I have to be sure about his +feelings towards you." +"There's no problem there. Let's ask him now." +I led her down to Keith's room. Keith was now sitting up in bed and was looking +more like the Keith I knew. +"Keith," I said, "this is Karen. She's a social worker and she'd like to ask you +a question." Keith turned his head to look at Karen and waited for her to speak. +"If you could, would you like to be adopted by Dave here?" she said to him. +"That would make me the happiest boy in the world," he replied. +"Well in that case, you can go and live with him temporarily and if you're still +keen to stay then we'll see if we can make it permanent. Is that okay with you?" +A tear ran down each of his cheeks. He couldn't speak and instead he nodded his +head. His dreams were coming true and so were mine. My own eyes were beginning +to fill up. Karen looked at the two of us and knew she was right and had no +concerns. She put her hand on my shoulder for a second. She handed me some +papers and whispered in my ear, "When he's well enough you can take him home." I +thanked her and she left. +"Dad," said Keith. That was enough to trip me over. Just one word had caused me +to crumble and cry. Regardless of all the tubes and wires, I picked him up in my +arms and hugged him. +The following day he was transferred to our local hospital. I was then able to +go home for a few hours at a time and prepare my home for my new son. The house +parents of the home arranged to meet me and gave me Keith's possessions. I did +up one of the spare bedrooms. I put his clothes away in the cupboard and put his +few personal items around his room. I went out and bought him his own television +for his room. +A week later he was released from hospital. As he was a bright boy and as there +was only a couple of months to go before the summer holidays, the doctors +advised me to keep him home until school restarted in the autumn. When I got him +home, I took him straight up to his bedroom. He liked his room and was delighted +with having his own TV. I helped him get in his pyjamas and get him into his +bed. I laid alongside him and we watched the television. It wasn't long before +he went off to sleep. He looked so content sleeping in my arms. He woke for a +while and eat his tea. He was soon back to sleep and he slept right through the +evening. He showed no signs of waking, so at just past ten o'clock I decided to +turn in myself. I made his bed comfortable and tucked him up, turned off the TV +and the light and left him to sleep. +I changed out of my clothes and climbed into bed. As usual I slept naked. I laid +there for while thinking how nice it was to have my son home. I felt warm and +content. I wasn't far from nodding off when I felt the bedclothes move and Keith +got in with me. As he cuddled into my back I could feel that he no longer had +his pyjamas on. +After much form filling and inspections I was granted a full adoption a couple +of month later. I had some money put away so I took a sabbatical from my job +until the autumn. I spent every moment I could with my son. We rarely wore +clothes around the house or garden. As soon as he was strong enough, he took +over the cooking and cleaning. He would always go to his own bed and watch TV at +night but as soon as I went to bed, he would climb in with me. Peter would join +us every weekend and the three of us would sleep in the same bed. +Within twelve months, he had turned into a man. I recall the day he ran into me +when he first noticed a few black hairs appear around his penis. His shoulders +broadened and his chest filled out. His nipples grew from little spots to larger +man sized ones. His cock grew and grew and was now standing at six or seven +inches when erect. His pubic hair had bushed and turned black. The rest of his +body remained blond. +At sixteen he'd grown as tall as me. He passed all his exams with flying colours +and went on to college. I never had to force him to work at his education, as he +loved doing it. He still slept with me every night and he was quite a hunk. +Every week I would still lick the full length of his body. His blond hair never +darkened. + +THE END. + + +NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: +Sadly this story is fictitious and the author does not necessarily condone sex +with children. Morally, I leave the decision to you as whether such a thing +should ever happen. Forcing a child to have sex is in my opinion definitely +wrong but if a child wants to have sex, of his or her free will, then is it +morally wrong? +Let me know if you'd like more stories like this. + + +-- + + +Double for Nothing!! 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diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zarah.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zarah.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1c90a154 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zarah.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4428 @@ + ZARAH - A personal fantasy + + I. At the Nightclub + + I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom I'd met at a +party. This was a compact gal, in real good shape physically, chestnut-haired +with an acerbic sense of humor I really dug. She's a feisty, feminist-type +(with a great physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things. I +myself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to, at least, if I +could count on some good times in bed eventually! + She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a certain club +that evening. She asked me if I wanted to join her. + "There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of act," she informed +me. "A couple of my friends have been several times, and they really rave +about this stuff." + The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice suburban shopping +strip, with a small, inexpensive marquee reading: "All this month: Marvelous +Mentalist Madame Mesmere!" Inside were bar, tables, and a small stage at one +end, on which the act was already progressing. + "Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured exotic face with +dark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled mouth, set atop a nice figure only +half-hidden by a long silken garment which closed at the neck. There was a +complete self-assurance about this woman. It seemed more than just performer's +chutzpah. Every gesture, every nuance of her voice lent authority and power to +this small figure. + She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off their shoes +without realizing it, and all the other standard stage hypnotic stunts. I was +still enthralled, even through the corny routines. I had seen a lot of movies +and read a lot about hypnotism, but I'd never actually been in there "in the +flesh." I'll explain more about my preoccupation later. + After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were lowered further, and +a "volunteer" from the audience, a middle-aged woman with a very respectable +figure, was enlisted by the performer to aid in "a mystifying presentation of +true telepathy." This woman gave her name, "Lily," in a timid voice, but I +figured her to be an assistant planted in the audience. I was wrong. + Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame" proceeded to +hypnotize her. She spoke softly to the "subject" for a short while, and took +both Lily's hands in her own palms. Then her voice and personality suddenly +became quite firm and commanding, as she gazed intently at Lily. She rocked +slightly sideways, back and forth in front of her and spoke aloud: + "Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside of the two of +us now," she intoned in a deep, gentle voice. "Watch me now, see only me ... +that's it, and now you can just let yourself go, rocking ... swaying ... +you find you are rooted to the floor ... now just a few more seconds ... +there we go, Lily, now sway ver-r-ry gently now left ... now right ... now +left ... right ... close your eyes now, dear ... they're so-o-o heavy +... left ... right ... " and so forth. + As her stream of suggestions droned on and on, I noticed with a small +start that I had been swaying myself! I was instantly breathing hard, my face +was hot with embarrassment, but I couldn't remove my eyes from Lily's pliant +form. Back in the safe darkness of the audience, I felt secure from view or +ridicule. The phenomenon of hypnotism has always had a very strong sexual +connotation for me. + As the subject's sway grew more pronounced, "Madame" stepped closer, and +spoke in a voice only the woman could hear. Very soon Lily's hands were +straight down at her sides, and her head had lolled backward till her face +pointed up at the ceiling. A chair was quickly pushed up behind her knees, +which buckled gently, and Madame guided her backward into the seat. + With a few more theatrical passes and firmer commands, Madame Mesmere +swiveled Lily around till she faced outwards into the audience. Lily's face +was placid, eyes closed, head upright now, and her hands rested along the chair +arms. One hand slipped off and dropped toward the floor like a stone. It hung +there until Madame returned it to position. + A mind-reading bit followed, with the robotic voice of Lily giving answers +to questions on cards passed up from the audience. The mental act concluded, +the show came to an end. I had been so caught up in my own reverie I actually +remember very little of the mind-reading, but "Madame Mesmere" had made a +definite impression on me. As the house lights came up, I noticed several +other patrons shaking themselves loose from a daze. One or two were still +slumped over in their chairs! + "The power of the mind is limitless," intoned Mesmere, looking outwards at +the audience, "the power to control, or to give up control ... to give up all +control ... but now we should all feel alert and brisk as we leave our cocoon +and rejoin the outside world. I know you're all fully awake now!" and she +gave a couple sharp handclaps into the microphone, and left the stage, to +scattered applause. + After the show, I finally paid attention to Brenda again. I learned that +she thought she had "gone under" during the program, and still felt somewhat +woozy. I worried that there were residual effects, and contacted the stage +manager. We were given directions to the woman's dressing room, and made our +way backstage then and there. + "Madame Mesmere" had a very comfortable suite for such a small club. The +woman turned out to be just as imposing offstage as on. Her direct gaze seemed +to penetrate all disguises and pretexts. She introduced herself to us as +"Zarah." + I explained on my date's behalf, as she had become (unusually) tongue- +tied. Brenda was quite flushed, I might say, and as she leaned briefly against +the door jamb to Zarah's room, I noticed that her breathing was hurried. Our +eyes flicked nervously around the backstage suite. + The room contained a wide lounge chair, more like a sofa, and seated upon +it was Lily, the woman from the recent performance. Next to her slumped a +rather thin blond girl. They were obviously still entranced, for the thin +girl's frizzy head was laid on Lily's shoulder, eyes tightly closed, while the +lovely, rather dark-set eyes of the older woman were blinking rather slowly and +regularly in a languid manner. Neither acknowledged our entrance at all. + Speaking to us, Zarah said: "As you can see, Brenda, the phenomenon you +now experience is not unusual. Unexpected strong responses to my technique +come to my attention often. I was just in the process of clearing these good +ladies of all residual effects, and if you will wait a moment outside, I will +attend to you as well, my dear girl." My date nodded, and turned to leave. + Zarah's voice was very flexible, and there was a depth and smoothness to +her speech that I found very appealing. As she spoke I was struck by the +absolute directness and frankness of her gaze.I knew somehow that, as I stood +before her, she was assessing me! She came to some decision quickly. + "Go on now, James, isn't it?" she commanded. "You may return in a few +moments." + As we were retreating, I caught a startling glimpse in the corner of the +dressing-room mirror. Zarah had moved to stand behind the sofa. She brushed +her hands down the blonde's face and neck, and I swear I saw them slide +momentarily down the front of her sweater! As the door closed behind us, I was +more flustered than Brenda, who seemed oblivious to the scene. Had she missed +the reflection? She must have, and I suddenly decided not to mention it. +Zarah had treated Brenda almost as a child, and my ordinarily prickly-pear date +had not even batted an eyelid! + After a short while, the door opened, and the two ladies emerged. Lily +nowseemed quite vivacious, and sparkling, while the thin girl lowered her face, +and muttered an embarrassed "Excuse me," as they left the theater. I watched +them leave, wishing I could have that power, to have women offer themselves up +to me, helpless to resist. I was suddenly quite horny. + While I had been woolgathering, daydreaming about brushing my hands all +over a hypnotized woman, Brenda had hurried back inside, closing the door. +After a few moments, I got up enough courage to poke my head inside. The women +had apparently retired to the rear of the suite, and I crept inside, breathless +with anticipation. I was not disappointed. I heard the hypnotist's "stage +voice" intoning continuously in the back room. + "Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being susceptible to +hypnosis ... it's so natural and helpful, really ... you know many people +around the country find that as they listen closely to my voice, they can +understand their feelings much better, just as you can now, can't you Brenda? +Can't you my dear?" + There was a soft murmur in response. + "You may speak up, Brenda ... how do you feel just now ... just now?" + "I'm not sure ... it's unusual ... sort of dreamy ... everything's +far away ... " + "Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you ... you can hear me +and see me with your deeper awareness, while you send your upper layers off far +... farther and farther ... you'll find now that it's very easy to keep +looking into my eyes right here, Brenda ... far-r-r away to some lovely, +floaty drifting place ... especially the eyes, Brenda ... you are fixated +on my glance, I see, your body feels light as a feather, wrapping you now in a +downy, drowsy trance state ... deeper and deeper as you gaze ... deeper +under my control ... " + I peeked around the door. They stood almost toe-to-toe. Zarah's +forefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly but firmly now and +again down her jawline and back upwards. As she talked to Brenda her fingers +concentrated their circling feathery touch around her brows and eyelids, which +were blinking slowly now. + "You're responding perfectly now, Brenda. Now let yourself be aware of +just that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your eyelids ... that la-a-ast +tiny bit of tension as your eyelids feel so-o-o-o intolerably heavy ... oh +yes, I see they are hot and flushed as they want to close ... you will lo-o- +o-ove this experience, my dear. I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all +control, your heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you respond only to me +Brenda ... feel them burn now? Yes-s-s ... ever so heavy! ... they are +watering and burning ... watering and burning so-o-o-o badly ... you feel +that any second they must close down softly and drowsily, Brenda ... you +love drifting and floating ... so impossibly heavy aren't they? ... you may +begin to yield now ... go a-a-allll the way down." + Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's instructions. +Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her cheekbones glistened with moisture +from watering eyes which now fluttered and blinked rapidly. The mentalist +stroked her temples just over the ears. Each light stroke seemed to pull my +date's head forwards into the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere. + Now Brenda's body jerked a little, then swayed from the ankles suddenly +towards the hypnotist, who quickly kept her upright merely by holding one +finger against Brenda's forehead. The eyes closed, and a shuddering sigh told +me that the trance was now complete. + "Wait there rooted to the floor now, my dear," was the next command, +given in a louder voice. Think nothing, hear nothing, dream nothing until I +address you again. You see I can have you remain standing straight and tall +without falling. Go deeper and deeper ... deeper and deeper automatically +... obey me, Brenda ... you may safely obey me completely!" + Madame quickly turned her head, and she saw me before I could retreat. +Watching Brenda hypnotized close up had given me a bulging hard-on, and as the +mesmerist came to join me in the front room, I held my coat in front of me. + "I've encountered voyeurs before, but none so fetching as you!" were her +first surprising words to me. Looking me up and down (I fancy she approved, +as I've never been called wanting in the masculine looks department), she +turned and walked towards the sofa, beckoning me to follow. + "I really think I should go ... we should go ... we drove here +together ... " I mumbled unconvincingly. My face burned in embarrassment. + Mesmere chuckled. "There's more to this than you are letting on ... +James, isn't it? I find that little talents are appealing to many men, yes, +and women too ... some think it strange ... " and her left hand found its +way suddenly under my coat, brushing against my still-erect penis through my +pants! The assault made me gasp, I stepped backwards, and would have fallen if +the hypnotist's other hand had not grasped me strongly by the lapel and held me +up. + "I'd better set you straight on a couple of important points," she +murmured, extracting her hand smoothly. "I have extensive experience in all +forms of trance and trance induction, James," she said. "I offer everything +from public demonstrations in hospitals and psychology departments to rather +... specialized personal consultations. I can see confusion and not a little +embarrassment in you ... tell me now, what's this," and she looked pointedly +at my lap, then back up straight at my face, "what's this all about?" + " ... I ... " No coherency yet, but I soon found myself speaking +frankly to her. I know now that I had already surrendered some of my personal +control to Zarah, but at the time I found it surprisingly easy to confide in +her, quite quickly! + I have had a fascination with the phenomenon of hypnosis since some +incident in very early age, and find that the sight of a person undergoing +trance has a strong sexual effect on me ... I don't know why. I know that I +watched movies in which people were spellbound with almost religious ecstasy. +As I spoke, Madame held onto my arm, and sat me back on the sofa, as if I were +handicapped. She nodded warmly to me. + What power she suddenly projected! The full force of her personality was +staggering. I had really forgotten all about my "date," so self-absorbed was I +at that moment. Of course, the mentalist was experienced at reading faces. + "Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded, "especially in my +life too! ... but I use it solely for my own pleasure. Observing the +mechanisms of control and submission, those are my passions ... and they are +very strong passions for me indeed ... as I see they are to you, though you +hadn't known until this ... very ... moment ... Control, and ... deep, +deep submission ... yes ... submission ... those who can respond quickly +and very deeply truly are gifted ... that's right, James, it's a very special +gift, you know ... to be able to surrender control ... to relax and submit +... to submit to firm, gentle control ..." + I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several minutes, and was +sitting way back in my chair. I shook my head slowly to try and clear the +cobwebs I felt forming. Zarah gave a small friendly smile. Defensively, I +blurted out that I felt uneasy in the dressing room, when anyone could come in +and see us, but I know my demurrer was half-hearted at best. She gave a small, +friendly smile, and reached out to take my coat from off my lap. As she hung +it over her chair, she continued her spiel. + "Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally strong, yet +there is a yielding side even in the most aggressive," Zarah said. "Usually +in my various tour cities, I observe people like you in my audience during a +performance. I may keep up a ... personal contact with the most ... +rewarding ... prospects. I often arrange ... how shall I call it ... +small private 'seances' in my hotel suite, or in their homes. Many of my hosts +are glad to invite me back ... although some are not truly aware of why they +have done so." Her gaze burned me yet again, and I felt my cock respond with a +surprising surge. I must have blushed. She changed the subject abruptly. + "You don't know Brenda yet, do you? I mean know her intimately, as an +erotic being? She arouses you, I can see that ... but you and I are already +very intimate ourselves, aren't we? The two of you seem alike in a curious way +... very well-favored in face and physique, but perhaps a shyness, and a +self-centered nature ... Well, if we are to know each other better, you will +soon find yourself abandoning such confining attitudes." + She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head nodding its +agreement. Really, I was had almost stopped paying attention to her words, her +voice was so warm! It deepened more now, as if it were coming through a +tunnel. Her unblinking gaze seemed to pass right through my body. Her eyes +had lost their focus, and looked right through me, as if into infinite reaches +beyond. + "Submission is just the alternate side of dominance, James, just like Yin +and Yang. I respect man's need for both; indeed, I often attend submission +rituals to which I give my own self-ness up. You might eventually see this +other side of me, which would give me pleasure, but right now, I prefer being +in charge. You and lovely Brenda need to learn these sides of yourselves +better, and I, James ... well, I am perfect in the teacher's role ... +perfect for you ... I know you'll enjoy your revelations ... and I'm never +wrong ... never ... ." + As these words flowed on and on, there seemed to be a woolly sort of buzz +in my ears, which shut out other sounds. In the heavy silence, I became +partially aware that I hadn't moved in what seemed like hours! I didn't even +think of moving, I felt so lazy. Had she been talking for a short time, or +forever? I felt comfortable and lethargic, yet more sexually aroused than +before. Curiously, I felt that my sexuality need no longer be concealed ... +even in front of a stranger. + The outside world of the nightclub sounds now slowly drifted back into my +awareness. Zarah nodded at me. And Brenda was now standing right by my sofa, +apparently still asleep! When had she come in? + "James ... stay perfectly still for a few moments ... that's right, +just stay in your chair, so comfy, isn't it?" came a warm, deep voice, as if +from a distance, yet at the same time right inside my head! I remained seated, +unconcerned now with any outside events, as the hypnotist moved over beside +Brenda, and began murmuring softly right into her ear. My date's eyes were +tightly shut, and her head nodded to the words. + "I'm sure I can promise that a new world of unexpected pleasure and +gratification will soon be open to you," said Zarah to me. "When you take +Brenda home, you will participate in an interesting demonstration she will show +you. Don't take advantage of her tonight, though, will you James?" + My head shook in agreement, as if by its own accord. + "Just accept what happens for now, and we'll talk at greater length later +... Brenda, kneel down right here, now." Miss Feminine Equality dropped +instantly to her knees, eyes still closed, at the command. + "James, your body is motionless, but I know that you're very aroused," +spoke the hypnotist. "Brenda, I want to awaken some very very deep senses in +you now. I want you to lean forward, and smell something very special. You +will shortly take in a very powerful and special scent." She gently pushed +Brenda's head towards my lap, and continued: + "Inhale, hold it in, exhale ... again ... and again now. Hold in that +smell, live that wonderful odor, let it penetrate you to your deepest, deepest +core. Go on, Brenda, deeeep, deeeep breaths now ... it's a very powerful +musk that James exudes, isn't it?" Brenda nodded quickly, still on her knees +next to me. Her breathing seemed very loud all at once. The irresistible +voice droned on: + "James, you are so horny, now! What a powerful looking bundle you have +there, and such a strong odor too. So unnatural to keep it confined so very +tightly ... let it out, please. You must be bursting ... yes you look +about to burst! You'll find you can quickly move your hands now. Hurry, unzip +it, let it pop right out ... there you go ... my my!" she said, as my +fingers flew to do her bidding. "What a lovely erection! It looks so tingly +now, is it tingly and aroused, James? Yess-s-s-s it's tingling, I see it's +throbbing quite strongly! Just look at it quiver and try to stand up even +stiffer now ... stiffer ... stiffer and stiffer, James! Brenda is in +heaven with the strong smell of your musk as you now become even more aroused. +I love to see a beautiful naked penis like yours pulsing, pulsing right up into +the air, straight up in the air, it shows how very responsive and free you have +become to me, in just a short time! I will touch it now, and you may then +release your semen." + Zarah pushed Brenda's face even closer to my erection. The girl was +inhaling, and releasing each breath with an audible sigh. Her torso trembled +slightly. She leaned forward, and I jolted as her nose touched my shaft! Go +on, I heard in my innermost thoughts, I must, the urge is strong ... let it +come now, I want to let it all go! + Zarah's soft hand touched my cock, tickled the glans and rubbed lightly +over its length, as I threw my head back, and held my breath. The electric +feel of orgasm quickly overtook me. A few more touches, and she left my organ +jerking into mid-air. + "Tingling ... tingling and burning ... burning and pumping, pumping +... there it comes pumping out now!" chanted the hypnotist. + I felt the hot liquid burning me, forcing its way up, up my shaft ... +surging up ... surging and now shooting out and up, onto the floor, dribbling +back down my slimy shaft, flowing out and over my hardness, pulse after hot +pulse. + My heaving chest finally stilled. I knew I was almost laying back across +the couch, but I felt as if I would never want to move again ... I was that +drained! Brenda had left the room while Zarah helped me clean myself off as my +dick slowly shrunk under her knowing gaze. She zipped me up, held my chin, and +burned through me again with those eyes. The most blissfull warmth surged into +my head from her fingers resting in easy possession of my very being. + "My, James, what a powerful ejaculation you possess! I envy the recipient +of such a strong, burning jet of lust and love ... " I smiled sleepily and +sighed in blissful release. She tugged at my hands suddenly now. "All right, +you may come right out of your chair now, out of your trance and up, back +completely with us now. Up you come, here you come, James ... there! Feels +good, doesn't it? Why don't you just wait outside for a minute, and you may +drop Brenda off at her apartment. It's great to feel so completely alert now +... off you go!" + I couldn't speak, my shock and amazement at my exhibition was so profound. +I dutifully left and waited at a nightclub table, ordering a milkshake, which I +greedily gulped down. + When Brenda emerged after about fifteen minutes, she seemed as animated as +had the woman earlier. She chattered gaily away as we took a cab to her +apartment. + "You know, I think I was a little sucked in by that show this evening, +Jim," she mused. "I'm glad we got that lady to bring me back to my senses! +Damn, how did it get to be so late? I've got an early class tomorrow. Just +drop me off at the apartment, okay? I better sleep it off." + She seemed as stand-offish as ever, giving no signals that I should put +the moves on her. She had clearly no memory of the events in the dressing +room. The cab arrived, and she asked me to see her to the door. + Inside her foyer, she had tilted her head towards me for a kiss, when I +saw it hit her. Her eyes glazed suddenly, and her voice thickened. "James, I +feel so tingly all of a sudden ... whoo!" As our lips met, her tongue +surprised me by thrusting its way into my mouth. The kiss lasted and lasted, +her breath coming quicker, and then: + "There, that's for being so understanding, and this ... and this ... " +her voice stopped, and she dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes +closed. She rubbed her face against the renewed lump in my trousers, inhaled +deeply, and sighed. Her voice became higher and more girlish. + "This is your ... cock, isn't it ... your thick, long cock ... it +feels so-o-o hard and smells so-o-o-o good ... Jimmy, I wish I could suck it +... slurp it right into my mouth now ... " + She burrowed her nose into my crotch again. Her voice was muffled as she +seemed to want to climb right into my underwear. "O-o-ooh ... I'm hungry for +it, Jimmy ... it could sli-i-i-de right in ... right between my lips ... +" Another deep inhalation. "I wish I could feel it spurt into me ... +spurting and spurting ... it would make me co-o-o-ome ... " her voice +trailed off into quick panting, then silence. + She gulped convulsively, and with a final nuzzle, she stood up, shivered, +and seemed to snap out it a quickly as she had went under. She tossed me a +dizzy smile, and opened the elevator door. + "Well, thanks again ... see you around! Maybe I'll buzz you next +weekend, okay?" + Without a backward look, she left me, throbbing there in the lobby. The +taxi driver probably noticed me panting like a dog, and left me to my own +bemused reverie. Needless to say when I reached my apartment, it took just a +few tortured seconds until my penis, truly hard, was spurting a burning load +over my bathroom floor. I slept fitfully that night, to say the least. My +imagination worked overtime, as did my right hand. Thank God for Jergen's +Lotion - the next morning, my room smelled like a cherry! I was so wrung out, +I took the day off from work. + + + Zarah - part II - Zarah's Office + + Several days passed while I tried to digest what had happened to me that +night. I had been excited almost out of my mind, and this much intensity had +to have a reason. I was bewildered, and questioned my masculinity. I felt as +if I were a real sicko to get that turned on by someone else's helplessness ... +and even worse when I remembered my own willingness to give up self-control! + And through it all, the calm, intense face of Zarah remained in my mind as +if it had been burned there. + I felt angry, that I had been taken advantage of, and finally I summoned +the nerve to visit the nightclub again, this time without Brenda. + I arrived about at the end of Zarah's last show, and sent word backstage. +My heart lurched again when the waitress led me back to that dressing room. +Zarah was alone, this time in her street clothes. I felt almost physically ill +with emotion. + "James, come in, please!" urged Zarah in a concerned tone. "You are very +pale ... is something wrong?" + Still, I couldn't speak, I was so afraid that communication would begin to +reforge that bond between us again. I hung my head in fear and shame, and did +not meet her eyes. + She handled it masterfully, rummaging around in her room, chatting idly to +me about her audiences, packing up some things into drawers and cases, until +she saw that I had recovered somewhat. + "James," she began again, "you know that nothing can be mended until the +damage has been examined. I feel sure I know the source of some of your +discomfort, but my time tonight is short, and I think you're not quite ready +yet. Why not visit me at my office tomorrow evening about 5:30?" + She handed me a card which read + + ZARAH BRADFORD, PHD + CONSULTANT + + and the address of a local motel. She looked at me intently for a moment, +and said, + "I have a suite there when I am residing in this city ... Yes, I think +tomorrow at 5:30 will be perfect, we can spend some time together then. Please +be prompt, won't you?" and ushered me outside. I saw her watching my car as I +drove away, and I shivered, I don't know exactly why. + I drove to the luxury motel listed on the card at the appointed time the +next day. I felt calmer now that I had seen her again. Zarah's suite had a +small plaque on the door bearing only the cryptic legend "Consultant." + I was a little early for my meeting. As I walked around the building to +the secluded entryway, I was brought up short by the sight of a stunning, red- +haired woman leaving. She seemed quite flushed, radiant, I might say, and as I +approached, she leaned briefly against the wall, and my gaze fastened upon her +clothing. I had a quick view of a very well-filled t-shirt, and I lowered my +gaze to catch a glimpse of her butt ... I am a real ass connoisseur. I was +rewarded (and amused) by the sight of lavender panties showing well above the +waistline of her trim jeans. Her side zipper was open at least halfway down +its length, revealing more lavender. + The woman straightened her clothing, flashed me a "drop-dead, buddy" +smile, then brushed right past me and turned the corner. I hurried after her +to check her rear elevation once again, and was sneaking a peek around the +building, when I heard a soft voice behind me. + "You must be James, yes? Come on inside, please, we're on rather a tight +schedule tonight!" + The slightly British accent belonged to a petite brunette dressed in +something white like a nurse's uniform. Her gaze was bright and direct, and +she dazzled me with a 500-watt smile. + As we entered the suite, she introduced herself as the office assistant +Katherine. + "Zarah is waiting for you, James!" + My glance swept across the outer motel room as we entered. Looking +around, I noticed several bits of paraphernalia like a spiral disk machine, a +light bulb on a metronome, a crystal ball on a stand and a small shelf of books +on the subject of hypnosis. + The "consultant" herself waited behind a large desk, and waved me to a +chair. The setting was calculated to soothe, and I felt myself settle into the +large chair opposite Zarah, prepared to state my case with authority and +confidence. + "Madame ... er, Doctor ... ." What a joke! I started out with a stumble +over her name! She looked different in this "office" setting, and yet ... that +face! Those eyes! I felt confidence drain away. And now she spoke. + "James, wait for just a moment now ... just compose yourself ... we just +can't communicate while you're in this state ... I think I can help you ... +just look here ... that's it, right here ... " and her direct gaze drew my own +eyes to hers. She widened those magnificent orbs slightly. + The sounds of the room seemed to shut themselves off as if there were a +volume control turned down somewhere. I felt so calm! I sank back into my +chair, and let myself take a deep breath. Was she still talking? Who cared? +Those eyes were so calm, so knowing ... I closed my eyes for just a moment ... +a long moment ... + "There, that's much better!" Her voice faded back into focus as she +continued: "You are NOT entranced, James, but I know you'll find it easier to +speak frankly now." + I smiled and nodded in response. Everything she said just seemed so +right! My head wasn't at all "wooly" as it had felt the other night! My +thoughts seemed to sparkle with clarity. + She proceeded to grill me politely. I realize now that my strange +succession of violent emotions had left me off-balance, and Zarah was using +this confusion to elicit very personal and honest talk from me on very short +acquaintance. + "James, I think I can sum up your fundamental questions about me, and +about your own needs," she said, finally. "The simple term for me is +dominatrix. You've heard that before, no?" + I nodded, surprised at her blunt honesty. + "As I said to you the other evening, I enjoy my abilities to dominate and +control others who are receptive to my influence. I also enjoy taking the +other, submissive and obedient role occasionally! + "Now you are discovering that the prospect of giving up self-control is +exciting to you. You're not used to these emotions, because your life and +career have depended on structure and calculated control. This does NOT mean +that you are less of a male, or less of a complete human ... in fact, I think +your experience will be richer for your acknowledgement!" She smiled warmly at +me. + "Your ability to surrender control frightens you, but only because it has +come as a surprise. With more practice and insight, your self-awareness will +not feel unwholesome, but will be a rewarding and maturing process!" + I nodded. This all seemed very logical and true. She chuckled. + "James, you are so very responsive to me that I think you have allowed +yourself to go into trance without realizing it, haven't you?" + Why, I thought, so I had! How amusing! How strange! I tried to speak, +but my voice was husky all of a sudden. + "I think ... I think you're ... right ... " + "James," came the firm voice of command, "I will not allow you to turn +yourself into a slave! I don't believe in any type of slavery! Now look at me +closely, and listen with the very depth of your being!" + I guess I leaned forward towards her glowing face, and nodded. Every +sound now took on a crystal clarity and importance as her voice penetrated +every fiber of me! + "There will come a time, sooner or later, when you know that you are in +complete control of your OWN self, your own maturity. You will find it easy to +break loose from my or anyone else's influence whenever you know it is right +that you do so ... you can USE me and my knowledge to grow into a more complete +person." She paused a moment, and lowered her gaze deliberately. "While you +CHOOSE to be my subject, I will show you new levels of sexual fulfillment. +Trance states are liberating as well as confining." + "Liberating ... yes ... " I heard myself say. + "James, your quick and trusting responsiveness is very stimulating to me, +my dear! I am attracted to you physically, and your particular turn-on is +quite unusual. Men like you don't come my way often! I do receive pleasure +from command, but it is a responsibility as well!" She sighed, and swivelled +her chair away. Instantly, I felt the "chain" break between us. I shifted +position and cleared my throat. + "You're going through a lot just now, but I know you welcome sexual +pleasure almost any time!" she said over her shoulder. "You like to 'peep,' +we both know that! Now if you wish, you may observe my next visitor from the +back room, but you may make no sound to disturb us until I give you leave to +come in! Go now, and sit quietly just inside the door." + Of course I hurried to obey. I found a chair and pulled it over to a +crack in the door, in time to see Katherine usher in a thin, nervous-faced +girl. + "Here's Penny to see you, Doctor," she trilled, and sat herself down over +in a back corner of the"office." + "Hello, Dr. Bradford," said Penny hurriedly. "I'm glad that you could +schedule an appointment tonight on such short notice." + "It was no trouble at all, dear," replied Zarah. "I often take some +evening sessions." + Penelope chattered on with a few complaints about boyfriend trouble, and, +I gathered, some early childhood references, and Zarah responded quite calmly. +In fact, over a very short time, Penelope's voice lost its abrasive quality, +and her herky-jerky gestures slowed noticeably. I could see Zarah's influence +over this woman was quite strong. + "Penny, let's sit ourselves down and shake out some of that tension, shall +we?" Zarah took Penny's hands into her own, and my heightened perceptions +picked up something in the woman's body language that told me that she was +already responding to Zarah's influence. Her darting gaze now rested more +calmly on Zarah's strong face, and in a lowered voice she assented. + Zarah continued,"I'm glad you feel that this is a relaxing place you can +come to shake out of these dark moods. You are obviously feeling more relaxed +just standing here. Most of my clients shake off these tensions very quickly +... you feel better now, don't you dear? Shall we move over to our work area +now." + Hand in hand, the two women took slow steps towards a low padded stool. +My penis was already riding up hard inside my trousers. Penelope was under +Zarah's control already! She sat slowly down on the stool, and Zarah knelt +down smoothly in front of her. + "Penny, just watch me for a few more moments ... yes, just for a few more +long moments ... watch me a little longer, dear ..." as her voice quickly +assumed a lower, seductive purr ..."while I help you with your tensions. Watch +me carefully, Penny ... very carefully ... that's right, dear, I can feel your +fingers gaining warmth as those arms get calm, relaxed and heavy ... very +heavy, aren't they? Do you feel that weight? You do, my dear Penny, you feel +that very heavy weight in your arms. You can feeel that heaviness just now, +Penelope ..." + Penny nodded slowly. Her eyes were unblinking. I was very hard, and my +hand found the lump in my trousers quickly. I touched myself delicately as I +glued my eyes on Penny. + "You've done the right thing, my girl ... you arrived here at the very +time I suggested to you last week ... you don't remember my suggestion, do +you?" + " ... no ... I can't remember ... everything's fuzzy!" + "Yes, fuzzy and warm ... you're a very good girl, aren't you, Penny?" +Another slow nod. "Of course you are. I promised you some excitement and +fulfillment last week, and we'll have a wonderful time tonight. Ready, +darling? You can sink right into my gaze now, Penny, just let it a-a-a-l-l go, +and fa-a-a-ll right in as you've learned to do so very well ... so very heavy +those arms, Penny, I'll drop them to your sides now ... just let their weight +hang very lo-o-o-osely down there, they are hanging down, down, down, so heavy +you just can't move them at all..." + Penny's unblinking eyes were fixed on Zarah's face. White showed all +round the pupils, and her hands immediately dropped straight down to her sides. +Their faces were close together now. Zarah held Penny's chin gently. Her voice +crooned and stroked. + "You are fa-a-a-l-l-ling right into me now ... falling and floating ... +fa-a-a-l-l-ling and flo-o-o-o-oating ... . floating right into your trance now +... your eyes are open, and you see nothing ... and there you go ..." and her +voice faded softly into a profound silence. + Penny's body leaned forward on her stool, almost touching Zarah's. Her +lips were parted slightly, and her breathing seemed very noisy in the hush. +Zarah now held their two faces apart with just an index finger on the woman's +forehead. + "Close your eyelids now, take three deep breaths, and enjoy that blissful +feeling of complete submission to me. Yes, Penny, you are mine for a while +tonight!" + God, I was aroused, I pulled my rock-hard prick out of my pants, just in +time to let it spurt out violently against the door. My face felt red-hot, and +I gave an involuntary grunt as the wonderful tingle subsided. When I had +cleared up the goo, I felt so hot, I crept backward from the door, and washed +my face in the bathroom sink! + Catching my breath, I returned to the door, to see that Zarah had left +Penny perched on her stool. Katherine had taken a stance behind the subject, +and her fingers now rotated the girl's temples, and stroked through her frizzy +hair. A blissful smile played over Penny's lips now. Katherine saw me at the +door, and actually tossed me a wink! She turned to Zarah, now seated at her +desk, and said, ignoring Penny: + "He's cleaned himself up, Doctor!" + "James, Penny sees and hears nothing but me ... you may come back in now," +said Zarah. I edged inside, and waited at the door. + "Penny, I wish now that you'll briefly and honestly recapitulate your +reasons for being one of my clients." + Penny said: "I'd heard about some mysterious parties from a girl friend of +mine, who raved about you. I've had many personal problems in life meeting and +getting to know men, and I can't seem to hold up my end of any relationship, +especially ... in ... bed ..." She actually blushed, and Katherine again +stroked her head briefly. + "And in the four sessions we have had together Penny, how much you paid or +given me?" + "I haven't paid you anything, mistress! You turned down my present that +one time, too." + "Yes, darling Penny, we both do what we do for our pleasure and +fulfillment! and now Penny, now comes pleasure time!" chanted Zarah, whose +face had taken on a slight flush. "Stand up." + The girl rose smoothly to her feet, eyes still closed. + "I will that you disrobe before me." + The girl's hands flew immediately to her buttons, zippers and clasps, and +within a minute stood over the small heap of her clothing. She seemed +completely at ease in her nudity. Her pale skin showed few blemishes, just a +smattering of freckles on her shoulders, and over the upper side of her small +bosom. Her body was softened in contour, and showed a small but definite bulge +around the midriff. Most people would never have displayed their nakedness so +readily in the harsh light of a strange room. + "I will give you some literature about physical fitness later, Penny," +Zarah said. "You will read it, and you will soon find yourself inspired to +begin a modest program of exercise for yourself. Do you understand?" + Penelope's head lowered in assent. + "Good. I just love your beautiful body, my darling!" Zarah lowered her +voice, and stepped directly next to the sleeping girl. + "I wish to observe all of you very intimately now You will move your feet +apart and stand straight and tall for me. That's it, stepping farther apart +... farther ... perfect. Now breathe slowly and deeply ten times. As you +exhale you will say: 'I obey my mistress.' Each breath and repitition deepens +my control. As you feel all resistance evaporate, your two arms will become +weightless. They will float right up into the air no matter how you try to +keep them down. They will float freely. You will love the feeling that you +have no control over them. Begin your count." + A long inhalation, then Penny's voice: "I will obey my mistress ... I will +obey my mistress ... I will obey ..." + Zarah and her assistant moved around the girl, feasting their eyes on her +most secret places. Soon one arm, then the other, jerked, shivered, and rose +up until they both hung in mid-air, drifting back and forth slightly. This +pulled up and tautened Penny's breasts somewhat. Zarah moved her face right +next to the torso, and breathed in Penny's scent from her underarms, then +brushed her lips with a feather-light touch along the outside of one pale +breast. The girl seemed oblivious as she finished her chant and stood waiting, +head drooping towards her chest now, arms in mid-air. + Katherine's small face was flushed now too. She knelt, and drew her own +cheek across Penny's buttocks, again and again. Her own eyes were closed, and +I noticed a pursing of her pretty little mouth as she too inhaled of the +sleeping girl's intimate scents. + "Tell me what you feel, dear," ordered the hypnotist. + "I must obey you, mistress." + I watched Katherine cover a recliner chair with some towels, and Penny was +now told to sit down. She was soon lying back. I was erect again inside my +trousers. I moved closer to the scene, but was forestalled by Zarah. + "Penny, darling, open your eyes now." + The blond head nodded slowly. With obvious labor, the girl blinked her +eyes open. Her placid face stared up at the ceiling, with a small smile on +relaxed lips. + "You will lie here, and soon you become drowsy. You will feel so +deliciously drowsy that your eyes will close, and you will soon enter a very +deep sleep, do you understand? A true sleep." + "A chime will sound, and you will begin to enter a very exciting dream, +all to yourself. This dream arouses you ... it's a sexy dream, a very sexy +dream, and it lasts and lasts. The first stage is slow, as your unconscious +will provide you with stimulating pictures and situations. You'll be so hot +and flushed! You will feel those first pleasurable flutterings of sexual +arousal ... + "The next chime will strengthen your dreamy sexual heat, your mind will +give you strongly arousing sensations and pictures. Your body can move only a +little now. You'll feel your ankles magically pulling apart, separating, +pulling your lovely legs right apart, until the ankles are hooked, stuck tight +to the outer sides of the chair. The ankles will stick tight, tight, tight. + "As you feel your thighs part and lock themselves open, you will be able +to talk about your dream aloud, Penny." + Another slow nod. + "Beautiful, my dear, you will obey me perfectly. Finally, our last chime +will provoke your dream to its height. You will shortly feel a real touch +then, Penny. This will release your deep sexual tensions, your longing, +yearning for release from the heights of excitement. Yes, of course you will, +when you feel the touch ... the touch ... then at last you can drowse and +sleep again, sleep deeply and restfully until I awaken you, feeling rested and +refreshed. Tell me you understand, and you will then obey." + "I understand, mistress." + Penny's next actions excited me still more. She blinked and squinted her +eyes, yawned prodigiously, and with a sigh, turned her head to one side. Soon +her body gave a sleep "jerk," and a very cute little snore began puttering +through her nose. Her jaw fell open slightly. + I studied her face and watched the eyeballs roll upwards into her head +through her closed eyelids. I was hard as a rock, and moved very close to her +face, but Zarah stopped me shortly with a finger snap. I knelt back and +watched. + Kathy sounded a little bell on the desk. Soon, the eyeballs jiggled, and +began to flicker in the REM motions of the dreamer. Penny sighed, sighed +again, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Suddenly, her lips puckered, and +the tip of her tongue protruded. Once, twice, and twice more it stuck out and +retreated. It was tightly curled, and the girl sighed again, this time with a +low murmur. Her cheekbones flushed, and I actually watched a mist of +perspiration form on her upper lip. The eyeballs were moving all over now +beneath tight lids, and Penny's breathing caught and quickened. One hand +curled, and made a repetitive cupping and stroking motion, half in the air. + I was startled when she suddenly muttered to herself. Her knees were +turned off to one side, but their muscles twitched and a heavy, slow contortion +cycle began. The knees slid along each other, back and forth. The glistening +tongue wet her mouth, which opened and delivered a long, deepening kiss onto +the air. I wished it was me! + The next chime brought forth a gasp from the naked girl. I watched her +tits jiggle, and her tongue make a long licking motion. Penny inhaled deeply +through her nose, and muttered "ni-i-ice ... so ni-i-i-i.." the voice +trailed away, and with a groan, her head stiffened on its extended neck. I +looked down. One knee was lifting, and turning outward from the other. The +sleeper's hands clutched at the armrest, and it seemed she was trying to resist +her dream, but slowly, inch by inch her feet crept outwards, until her heels +dropped over the edges of the footrest. + I felt myself nearing orgasm, but a sharp flick on my neck from Zarah +acted like a douse of cold water on my fevered genitals. I moved my face very +close to the twitching form, and watched the belly muscles clench and loosen. + A little voice just above me made a cooing sound, and a very young Penny +spoke: "O-o-o-o, I want to lick it again, Bobby ... come up here so I can +lick and suck it! Want to close my legs, but they're stuck, n-n-ngh.." + I studied her thigh muscles as they clenched mightily, with the buttocks, +and the knees tried to pull inwards, but of course lost the fight against +Zarah's command. Again and again Penny tried to close up, and she begged +"Bobby" to "please rub me there again with that thing ... that's it ... up +and dowwwn ... oooh, it feels so hot!" I realized that she was undergoing +some form of vision involving a boy she knew. + "Let me close, oh please, Bobby! I'm so-o-o horny! I'm very horny, I +can't get them closed, I'm so open, I'm wider open, wider, wi-ii ... " her +voice trailed off, and I breathed in great clouds of fragrance from her +distended pussy. She no longer tried to close, but her butt muscles continued +their unceasing clenching. They raised and lowered her beautiful slickened +flower slightly into the air, their petals protruded well past the dark blond +hairs now, they were indeed an angry red color. + "I'm wide, wide, wider open for you now," gasped the voice hoarsely, bring +it there, tickle me with it ... a- a-h-h-h ... tha-a-a-t's so-o-o go-o-o- +od ... so-o-o good! You're gonna Sli-i-i-ide it ... sli-i-i-ide it deep +inside, sliding right up inside me ... ooooohhh, do it slo-o-o-owly ... +that's it ... torture me ... torture ... " + As she babbled on to her dream lover, I actually saw little squirts of +liquid like saliva dribble out along her pussy lips! A dark purple clitoris +was stone-hard and begging to be sucked. It demanded sucking! + "I fe-e-e-el it, honey, I fe-e-e-ellll it," crooned the subject. Her +inner thighs had begun a cycle of very slight vibration, like a tiny wave of +quivers. This happened again and again. The towel beneath her clenching +pelvis was dark with moisture. Her voice came again, it was almost a whimper. + "I gotta come, lover ... I'm so-o-o ready! I want to come now! I can't +wait, do it, do it!" + I stared fixedly at Zarah, and received a gesture of approval. I pushed +my face right up in between those glistening buttock muscles. I inhaled +deeply, then flicked softly at her little button with my tongue. The reaction +was instantaneous. Something hot squirted onto my chin, and the hips froze +above the chair, locked in an amorous rigor, a paralysis of ecstasy. + Another flick, and another squirt. Penny was hoarse, gasping aloud "I'm +wider and wider, wider and wider, wi-i-i-i-i-ia-a-a-a-- n-n---ngh!" + The vulva spurted again, and the thighs snapped shut. Penny's suddenly- +freed heels drummed on the footrest, and she drew her pelvis upward, till my +mouth was directly planted on her clit. I slurped on it loudly, and felt it +throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, as she quaked in her sleep, and cried with +pleasure. + My dick was quivering. Zarah pulled me up and away from the girl, now +flushed but quiet again. + "James, you must go home right now. I think you've seen enough for +tonight. When you get into bed tonight, you will masturbate, of course? Yes, +you will have to masturbate, and you'll find now that you can reach your orgasm +simply to the sound of my voice in your memory ... urging you to release your +powerful juicy pump, just as you did at the theater. Yes, you'd better get +home and release all that burning, bursting tension. Drive safely, enjoy +yourself ... and return here tomorrow night about eight." + I immediately thanked Zarah for the experience. As I left the suite, I +saw Katherine lifting Penny's knees apart, and draping them over the arms of +her recliner. Oh, man, I was hard as iron again! + It was about ten when I arrived home. No TV ... no toothbrush ... no +mixed drink ... I just dropped my clothes on my way upstairs to my bed. I sank +back naked onto the sheets, and just lay there. I found myself studying my own +organ as it bulged up into the air. Each knob and vein stood out along the +shaft. Tingles and hot vibrations washed up and down its purpling length, as +it jerked and twitched before my eyes. + I didn't touch it at all, but found myself "pretending" to be controlled +by Zarah. Each time I heard the Voice say "clench," I let my cock tighten, +then relax. I contracted my ass a few times, then gave in to all the +stimulation I'd received. + I was so ready, so ready to come! I was closer to the "point" ... closer +... the jerking had stopped, and I stuck up into the air ... waiting ... +staring at my cock and waiting ... + And now I was over! I no longer had the ability to hold back. I heard +Zarah say clearly: "James, you feel hot lava rising up your length ... up ... +up ... hold yourself back one last instant ... up it comes ... up ... up ... up +... now watch closely as your cock spurts helplessly! Spurt and come!" + And there it came! One pearly blob dribbled down from my opening, then a +large ropy thread of white hot liquid shot out. Drops landed on my upper arm +as it lay clenched at my side. They felt scalding. Another jet, then I felt +myself actually swoon as more dribbles of semen pooled onto my belly and pubic +hairs. My limbs shuddered but I felt I couldn't move them an inch, and I think +I cried a little, the sensation was so powerful! + My gasping soon slowed and deepened. I felt warm. I tingled. I felt +Zarah's influence lulling me, soothing me. My penis sank towards my belly. +With each pulse, it jerked lower and lower. Aftershocks still caused me to +clench myself, but as my eyes still stared at my relaxing cock, I felt them +droop. I imagined hearing the command to become drowsy, and I let myself +murmur "Yes, Mistress," and immediately felt my eyelids swell and begin to +burn. I found myself testing Zarah's control over me as I strained to hold +them open. God, how they stung! They squinted, they blinked, and now they +closed inexorably. Sleep overtook me like a dark, comfortable tidal wave, and +I gave in to it with a last blissful sigh. + Mary and Alice + On my return next evening, I felt no more hesitancy. I sat back in my +chair at the desk, and simply announced that I was Zarah's for the taking. + "May I watch you some more? I'll do whatever you say!" + The woman toyed with a pencil, then met my earnest gaze. + "I know you will, James," she said, calmly. "You came for me last night, +didn't you?" + I nodded. + "Something about you excites me," came the surprising response. "I shall +have you in many ways, and you shall have me ... but not for a while, yet! +Still, you may observe me, in silence, this evening." I took a chair in a +dimly-lit corner of the room. I was told to hold a yellow legal pad, and +pretend as if I were taking notes. + "Quite soon, you'll find you can drop the pretense, James," said Zarah. +"I shall complete my induction quickly tonight. One client is quite ripe, and +the other shall follow along soon, I trust." + Soon the receptionist entered, escorting the striking redhead I'd seen +last night, and a pert, young blonde of no more than eighteen years, that would +make anyone's mouth water. Both had close-cropped hairdos, and they held +hands. Zarah greeted the elder as Mary and the girl was presented to her as +Alice. + I wasn't brought into the meeting, but was waved at by Zarah, and +described as her recording secretary. I was soon ignored, and gleaned from the +conversation that Mary had dragged her girl friend to meet this "guru," so she +could learn some of Zarah's widsom. Alice was still inquisitive about me, but +was rather brusquely shushed by the domineering Mary. + The "clients" were seated in facing chairs, with Alice placed in the +recliner. The receptionist Katherine stood herself over near me. Zarah now +poured a glass of wine for Mary, and sat down near Alice. + "We'll just make some easy tests tonight, Alice," she said. "Let's +measure your suggestibility index." The girl nodded, clearly impressed with +Zarah's prowess. + "Take this pendulum chain in your right hand, dear. Now watch it. Watch +it, and shut everything else out. Just concentrate on the sparkle and dance of +the jewel down at the end of the chain. Keep the chain very still. Very very +still and quiet. Feel it's weight ... a pendulum has weight and mass, although +very light. Gravity pulls the gem and chain straight down toward the center of +the earth. Wonderful! You are doing very well, Alice. Just keep your whole +hand and arm still as ever you can. + "Watch the gem ... watch it's sparkly reflection. Soon I predict that +without any effort at all it will begin to swing. Watch it carefully, but +don't try to move it on purpose. Watch it now as it begins swinging back and +forth all by itself ... all by itself ... watch for it ... watch ... there," +Zarah observed, and indeed the crystal had begun a swing. Alice was motionless +in her chair, and I noticed that Mary was watching the swinging stone as well. + "Now again, without any effort at all, we'll cause that back-and-forth +motion to become circular, the straight line of light will curve, curve more +and more, becoming an oval, than a circle, as the gem swings round and round +... round and round ... round and around." The stone followed the directions, +changing directions quicker and quicker, until all Zarah had to do was intone +"circle," "across" and "back-and-forth," and Alice's hand would respond. She +had fixated on it with intensity, her teeth were biting her lower lip in +concentration. She was trying to keep her hand steady, she said, and the +motions of the stone were not her doing. + "You see how receptive you can be ... and now, ver-r-ry gradually you will +soon notice a subtle tingle, a kind of warm tinglyness in that hand, just a +very faint tingle and a warm lightness spreading through that hand and arm. +Just listen to my voice now, dear, listen and lose any sense of tension as we +watch that swing together. The regular swing and sway of the line. The line +of light. It's a pleasant sensation to let the world fade away and focus down +the light path. + "You'll soon notice a tendency for the swinging pathway to rise slowly +right up in the air, for that gem to swing up slowly in front of you higher and +higher, rising up ... swinging up ... there, it begins now. Remember, you +exert no effort at all, the rise is automatic ... all you have to do is watch +it happen. Watch the light rise and swing, swaying back ... and ... .forth ... +so slowly and steadily, slo-o-o-owly and steadily ... " + That special powerful silence had spread through the office. Two pairs of +eyes followed the gem as Zarah's voice grew deeper and slower, more insistent, +continuing her litany, We watched as Alice' hand began lifting the chain +higher. Her eyes were round, and she seemed amazed, as if she really didn't +understand why the pendulum lifted. + "As the light floats higher and higher in front of you, you may hear the +soft sound of deeper and deeper breathing in the room at this point ... deep, +relaxed, regular breathing as you focus all your deepest attention on the light +... deep, deeper and deeper attention. Hear the breathing as the chest rises +and falls, the muscles relax, the body becomes attuned only to my voice and the +light ... the voice and the light ... very deeply relaxed now. The eyes locked +tighter and tighter on the light. Up it comes, up it comes. Follow it only +with the eyes ... your head seems so heavy you find it can't move ... can't +lift that heavy, heavy head ... only the eyes ... up and up and up" + Deep breathing was very loud now indeed. With a heavy sigh, Mary's head +wobbled and swayed as she tried to hold it up. She was aided by the +receptionist, who quickly but quietly moved behind her, steadying her with soft +fingers at the temples. Mary's eyelids had long since closed. Soon, her head +was lowered gently to her chest, where it hung there, motionless. + Meanwhile Alice's eyelids were fluttering rapidly with strain as her own +arm lifted the swinging pendulum ever higher towards the ceiling. Only the +whites below her pupils showed now. Her lips were parted. Her arm was well +above her drooping head, and the gem swung around every which way, with a +random jerkiness. + "Follow it up, and the lids close right now, and now you are attuned only +to my voice and will. You will close your eyes, and quickly achieve complete +trance ... there, my dear girl, you are so-o-o firmly under my command and +control ... a luscious, delicious feeling, to give up control completely ... +feel the luscious stroking warmth of my voice and will ... it's washing over +you, you are swept away, drifting ... drifting away on a warm, sweet current, +luscious and stroking and whirling ... " + My prick was again rock-hard, as Zarah continued. I was rubbing it, when +I felt a hand reach around and unzip my trousers. There was heavy breathing of +another sort in my ear, and Katherine's moist mouth almost brought me to climax +as it said into my ear: "Can you spare me a few inches of that? This is such +a turn-on, isn't it? Here, put this on, quick!" She gave a quick kiss to my +erect member, and slid over it a thin condom. Her tongue brushed my ear, and +the hot breathy whisper continued. + "I'm almost ready to pop right now ... I never take long when I watch +Zarah work ... I'll show you, see?" She stood in front of my chair, her skirt +hiked up around her hips, and I could see a large damp area on her dark colored +panties. She turned her back to me, and her plump mound was clearly visible +through the thin material as she clenched her buttocks almost in my face. She +leaned forward over a chair, keeping her long legs tightly together, and as I +pulled her panties down, she silently motioned me to hurry and slide my long, +rigid cock right up into her. + Zarah was moving to Mary now, murmuring steadily into her ear, and +kneading the back of her neck. She raised a finger at us to keep silence. The +head of my cock now slipped right between the thick labia, into the dark, +slippery tunnel, which immediately started clenching and churning around my +shaft. I drew fluttery fingertips up the rear of Kathy's legs, right up from +the back of her knees towards her damp cleft, again and again, swirled them +around lightly a bit to tickle her rear end, which caused it to twitch like a +horse's flank. + One hand braced herself forward, while the other worked in front. I +couldn't see it, but I felt her rubbing and tickling herself as I slid backward +and forwards. I saw her nod frantically at me over her shoulder, and I pulled +out almost all the way, then spread her cheeks apart and gave one slow deep +final stroke, which triggered us both. Her head lowered onto the desk as she +stuffed a forearm into her mouth. I felt her stiff cunt hairs scratch my balls +as they drew in tight at my climax. I bucked and pumped hot liquid into the +latex sheath. Our muffled gasping earned us a wry smile from Zarah. + "I hope you have stamina, James, the night's not over yet," said the +hypnotist, as Katherine left the office to clean up, kindly returning with hot +washcloth and towel for me as well. I washed my overheated face after sharing +several exciting kisses from the willing lips of the receptionist, and just +shook my head at the amazing experiences I was having. + "You may feel a little dizzy now, Alice, and we will help you lie back, +sink back in your trance now ... sink back ... " as Zarah raised the swaying +girl from her chair, and laid her back in her recliner. As she knelt next to +the blonde, Katherine beckoned me outside into the night air. I went outside, +and she favored me with more luscious smooches, drawing my hand up under her +skirt, where I encountered her thick labia, still quite damp and slippery. She +raised one foot onto the low wall, and had me stroke and tickle her little +clitoris as we whispered together. + "Oooh, James!" she breathed, "I LIKED that experience!" Another series +of kisses. "I've never had a man while watching a trance! You know, I've been +with Zarah for three years now, and she mostly works with women here in the +office ... I get so hot ..." and she wriggled herself around my probing hand +some more. I let a couple fingers slide up inside her, and twiddled them +around, while still sliding my thumb lightly over her nubbin. + "You know, I got very horny yesterday when you first came over! You're +sexy looking, but you are vulnerable, and I don't go for the super-stud types +at all! And when I watched you slip under her spell ... well, I hope you and +Zarah get on well, that's all. Ooh, do that a little harder, please!" She +gave a dainty, quiet shudder as her butt clenched around my hand. Her head +rested on my shoulder, then with sparkling eyes, she led me back inside. + Zarah motioned for Katherine to withdraw a bit, and beckoned me over to +her two subjects. They were both topless now, and were standing, face-to-face, +gazing into each others' eyes. Mary's pale bosom was picture-perfect in form +and color, her redhead's skin almost translucent, and the pale pink nipples now +jutted forth as Alice's fingers circled lightly around and around the aureoles. +Mary's fingers were performing similar figures on the fleshy but youthful tits +jutting out proudly from Alice's chest. The two women swayed slightly on stiff +legs, but kept upright. Their mutual gaze never wavered, even as Zarah ran an +intimate hand over both their asses, and whispered in their ears. + Shortly the two had shucked their lower garments and, still facing close +together, resumed manipulating each other's bosoms in that oh-so-light circular +motion. + Zarah motioned me closer, and indicated I was to have the pleasure of +removing two pairs of panties from two luscious asses. As my fingers worked +the underwear down their legs, I felt their butt muscles subtly squeezing and +relaxing in a slow cycle. My hands roamed over those tight curves, and I +suddenly felt envious of Zarah's control! I wanted to assert dominance myself! + I moved right up between the two faces, and scrutinized them closely. +Mary's green eyes had now reacquired their glaze, and, very infrequently, she +would slowly blink. Alice's eyelids were in sync! She would let her eyes +close and reopen at the same time! + Zarah's hand pulled me reluctantly back as I was imagining being in total +control of a woman like Mary ... of having her gaze helplessly at me while she +ached to do my bidding! Zarah read my mind. + "Wait and learn, James," was all she said. She placed a cushion at +Alice's feet. + Her hands touching their necks, Zarah pressed downwards. She whispered +"You may kneel now," and the pair sank down, still lost in each other's eyes. + "Wonderful, Alice!" she droned, "Mary, you are a splendid girl! Now you +may take an eternity to explore this relationship. I will that you take your +intense pleasure together. You are passion's mirror. Passion's Mirror. +Continue your light stroking now." + The fingers circled, circled, circled. The buttocks squeezed tighter, and +relaxed. The fingers reached the nipples and paused. Their breathing caught +and their pelvises began a slow dance, inward, outward. After another couple +of blinks, the eyelids stayed closed. Zarah moved in again. Her hands rested +on the buttocks, and supported their slow inward thrusts. + "Wonderful, you are now surrendering to the touch. I will allow you to +see as well. You may watch your bodies as your eyes open again. Open. Open +them now. Look down at your thrilling bodies." + The pillow had raised the shorter girl enough that her torso was at an +equivalent height. One woman pinched lightly on her partner's pink fruits, and +the other instantly copied. Breathing was louder in the room now. Fingers +wandered down, down, down, until they were clasping each other's rears. I +watched as the grasps tightened harder and more insistently. The muscles +responded more quickly, bringing the two pubic muffs closer with each +contortion. Their breasts pressed into one another. + A tongue suddenly pointed out from between Alice's lips, and Mary returned +the favor. Their eyes re-locked. Their faces moved into position, and their +mouths parted. They kissed. And kissed. And kissed. + "I love you, my darlings," cooed Zarah in a husky voice. "You may rise +now, and lie in my bed. It is time for love. You are alone, and I release you +into the air ... you are free to fly." + They rose, they swayed into the bedroom. The door closed. Shortly there +came soft muffled cries. Now and again a harsher more demanding call. Now +silence, which stretched out into our room. + The wonder of this quiet revelation had helped me lose my own self- +important fantasies, and I had settled back on a sofa, thinking nothing, +wishing nothing, almost in a doze just caught up in the drama of that love. + I turned my head, to find Katherine kneeling beside me. She made a +shushing gesture, and I saw, over her shoulder, a startling sight. Zarah was +standing where she had been earlier, staring blindly at the bedroom door. Her +face was shiny with tears, which seemed to pour over her cheeks. + "Alone...I'm so fucking alone ... nobody ..." I heard the soft broken +voice, over and over. + "Zarah, we love you!" Katherine hurried over and drew her into an +embrace. "I love you so much, but beyond that, you are such an artist! You +paint pictures of fulfillment, and even the actors are real! Look!" and she +pulled Zarah over to my couch. "Look, James understands! Look at his +face...look, dammit, not at his cock! his face!" + Zarah turned her dampened cheeks to meet my gaze. I was not intimidated. +I was not humble. I was not challenging. I was still feeling the beauty of +the moment, and met her gaze, open, clear and clean. I sat upright, and opened +my arms to her. I felt her whole body for the first time. It was slight, +angular, and radiated tremendous heat. I drew her down beside me, and felt her +cry. + + + Zarah - part III - Threesome + + I was too far under Zarah's influence to put up a quarrel when I was +asked to leave. + + "I won't forget you, James," said Zarah, "and we'll have more +adventures soon, I promise!" + + I drove home. + + Two or three weeks passed, and strangely the excitement of those +"sessions" faded more quickly than I thought it would. I had left the two +women alone, there in their darkened office, and gone back to my workaday +world. I seemed to put my recent wrenching changes on a back shelf, almost +to forget about them, they were too strong and bewildering. I didn't call +Brenda. I didn't even masturbate for several days, although I noticed my +sheets were stained and stiff on several mornings. I must be having wet +dreams, like I had when I was a teenager! + + Next week, I received a call from Brenda. She let it slip that Madame +Mesmre was visiting her apartment occasionally, for "private +consultations!" + + The following Wednesday evening found me at Brenda's apartment door. +Madame herself let me in! It was as if we had never been apart, the rush of +that personality washed over me immediately. + + "Where's Brenda? Are you her roommate now?" I asked, letting my +jealousy slip through. + + "If we are to share this intimate space, James," Zarah responded +sternly, "we must be honest and tolerant with each other. If you wish, I +can show you something of my private practice this evening." + + Zarah turned and walked right up to me. She took my hands in hers. I +felt instantly drawn to her gaze, frozen in place, and I rapidly lost all +awareness, as I felt drawn, pulled right into and through her huge eyes, +into a vast, humming comforting darkness. + + "Come back up now, James ... " I heard, at first faintly, then +stronger, as I swam up to the surface of consciousness again. It was only +later that I was able to remember that I had indeed been hypnotized at all! +I smiled at Zarah, and said something inane like "Long time no see!" She +chuckled to herself. + + "I've designed a little erotic play this evening," she continued. +"It's fairly complex, but you all haveproved to be such good subjects, I can +confidently guarantee you all a most enlightening few hours. I'm sure that +as the lone male in my scenario, you'll hold your end up." + + I followed her gaze down to my lap. I nearly jumped off my chair! My +trousers were open, and I was sporting a large, firm hard-on, right out in +the open! Why hadn't I noticed? I cried aloud in surprise, and doubled +over in embarrassment. + + Her hand reached out and touched my forehead. Instantly I felt myself +calming. The adrenalin rush subsided, and I even leaned back on the sofa! +My dick poked right up between us, but I paid it no more attention. + + "You'll find that you have some surprising abilities for a little +while," Zarah chuckled, and reached forward to slide a soft hand right up my +erection, which twitched at her touch. + + "Now you soften again, for a while! Get dressed ... quickly, now, +James!" I was soon clothed again, my cock tucked securely back in its nest. + + "You've brought a bottle or two of wine," she went on, pointing to the +coffee table, on which indeed sat two bottles of expensive red wine. Had I +brought them? I didn't even try to sort it out, just listened to that +luscious voice. + + "... and don't initiate any sexual activity at all tonight. Just let +it happen!" She left the apartment after calling out, "Girls, James has +arrived!" With a last glance at me, she was gone. + + Brenda emerged from the back room, along with Lily!Brenda's eyes +sparkled. Her face was made up nicely, and she was dressed in a short one- +piece knit thing that clung appealingly to her hips. Lily came out, rather +shyly. Her immaculate business suit was perfectly arranged. We were +"introduced," and I realized she had no memories of ever having seen me +before. + + We were soon seated in the living room, where we sat around chatting +idly. No one even mentioned Zarah's name! + + As we sipped our wine, first one bottle, then the other, the women +began a subtle interplay that I only gradually intercepted. They snatched +private glances at each other. When Lily would laugh, she often reached +over and touched Brenda on shoulder or knee. Both faces became flushed as +the joking got more risqu. I was miffed that I was excluded from this +somewhat, and was actually entertaining notions of departure, when the drama +suddenly began to unfold. + + It began with an "accident." Brenda bumped my wine glass, sending the +contents onto the carpet below my feet. She apologized and knelt by the +sofa with a couple of napkins. In the middle of blotting the spill, her +talk stopped, and her body froze in position for a good five seconds. + + "Brenda?" asked Lily. "Anything wrong? Did you cut yourself?" + + The answer was hesitant and soft: "I thought I smelled something ... I +felt dizzy for a second." She bent to resume her cleaning, and very shortly +jerked upright. Her nostrils sniffed about like a rabbit's, and her eyes +were very wide. I saw her swallow as she excused herself and headed to the +kitchen. "I feel strange," she mumbled. Lily tossed me the napkins to +finish cleaning, and hurried after her. + + I was dabbling at the spill when Lily returned. + + "She's making coffee ... here, let me get that, you're just making it +worse!" she exclaimed. As she bent over again, her head jerked up, and she +opened those large eyes wide at me. + + "Are you wearing some after-shave or cologne?" Lily asked in a small +voice. "There's such an interesting odor ... " she sniffed around towards +me again. + + ''I don't use any smelly stuff at all," I said, feigning innocence. I +suddenly remembered Zarah's preocupation with scents. "Maybe it's something +on the carpet." I sat back down to await developments. + + "No, no, it's just that ... I don't know ... it's very interesting ... +I can't quite place it ... "Brenda returned, without coffee, to find Lily, +in her elegant suit, crawling around the sofa, sniffing like a bloodhound. + + "Check out right under the edge. And I'm afraid Jim's trousers will +need dry cleaning," Lily said, in a throaty voice. They ignored me again, +whispering together. I know I heard one or two giggles! + + Brenda bent down to me now; pretending to examine my pants leg, she +breathed in languidly, and remained doubled over for a moment, then sighed +deeply. + + "Bring him a robe, Lily, and I'll do his ... things ... " she said in a +low voice to her friend. I said nothing, but waited to see which way things +were going to go. Lily returned with a heavy terrycloth robe, and I saw +that she had removed her jacket, and several undone blouse buttons now +presented a pronounced cleavage, along with a ruby pendant on a bright gold +chain that clung to the upper slopes of a full bosom. + + "Just look at this stone that Madame Mesmre gave me!" she chirped. +"I use it for pendulum practice mostly, but it's a great piece of junk +jewelry, too!" And she swiveled her torso back and forth, causing the ruby +to ping-pong around between her breasts. She danced to some imaginary +bouncy beat. + + Now I'm usually not attracted to large tits, but Lily was certainly not +ashamed of them! + + "That's a great effect, there, Lily!" I said heartily. The large red +stone bounced seductively around in her cleft as she wriggled. I didn't +want to stare too blatantly, but I could see she didn't mind a bit! She +actually moved closer to my sofa. She bent forward, right over my shoulder, +and turned on a table lamp. + + When she straightened, the effect was quite startling. There seemed +now to be a red after-image - like a comet's trail painted on Lily's white +skin as the ruby moved over it! + + I was trying to figure how the lamplight could cause that effect, when +I became aware that it was getting stronger by the moment ... the comet +trail persisted longer and longer in my vision ... + + It's obvious now that I was responding to some prior suggestion, but at +the time I could only blink at the brilliant gem, trying to understand ... +what was I trying to figure out? I couldn't remember ... I decided that it +was too tiring to think, and I should just watch very carefully, and enjoy +... Lily bent forward into the light again, and the ruby now hung more +freely, dangling ... shimmering ... sparkling ... deep and red ... Every +motion was so fascinating ... so very compelling ... + + Brenda had apparently risen from my side ... when had that happened? +She stood next to Lily and whispered very low. "He's really focused, isn't +he? Look at his eyes! Wiggle it some more ... + + ''Do you think he's hooked like Zarah said?" asked Lily. + + I could hear every word, but found myself unwilling (or unable!) to +move my eyes even a millimeter from that glowing track with the bright red +star twinkling at its head. + + "I'll try his hands and see," Brenda answered. + + As if it were someone else, I felt my hands being lifted up and laid +along the back of the sofa. My arms sank deep into the upholstery - they +weighed a ton - more than a ton each! They couldn't be my arms, could they? +I tried feebly to move them, but they might as well have been encased in +solid concrete. + + Lily stood up straight and and watched me. I knew what was happening, +but had no desire to alter anything. As far as my eyes were concerned, her +red stone was the center of my universe. My eyes followed it upward, though +my head seemed suddenly as heavy as my arms. + + "He's gone for sure, honey," cooed Brenda to Lily, "Is he watching the +stone or your boobies?'' + + "Do you like what you see so far, James?" asked Lily, and to Brenda: +"Seeing him this way, you know? I mean, what a hunk, and I can do anything, +Zarah said! And it's safe, he won't remember a thing tomorrow! James ... +Jimmy, do you like what you see, hmmm?" + + My throat felt so tight, I knew I couldn't speak, and I think I tried +to nod as best I could my heavy, heavy head. + + Lily's fingers seemed to drift over her blouse, and it was completely +unbuttoned. She pulled it slowly back, whispering to Brenda, "I've never +done a strip before ... for a man, anyway! I feel so ... safe! Men can +hurt you, they're powerful in all the wrong ways, but James is ... different +... and he smells so fuckin' great!" She sighed in satisfaction and her +impressive mammaries were now turned back and forth shamelessly before me. + + "He's still watching that ruby ... I want him to look at me!" + + Brenda moved behind her friend and unclasped the chain. She dangled +the gem briefly right in front of my nose ... this made my eyes cross. They +both giggled, then Brenda slowly lifted the gem back towards Lily's torso. + + Deliberately, she dangled it first over one breast, then the other. +She let it hover and circle, bumping and sliding over that delicious white +skin as she caused it to circle. A glowing ruby line seemed painted across +all the contours of that glorious bosom. The stone rose, until it rested +for a long moment right between Lily's eyes. They were hot, and stared +raptly back into my own. The ruby descended. My eyes were locked in like +radar, but I was very aware of those deep curves. + + "Ooo, that feels great, Brenda!" she breathed. "just look at him! +Talk about your burning gaze!" + + She took hold of the chain herself and continued its slow excursions. +Brenda now reached around and began a fondling Lily with her fingertips. +She stroked outwards, over and over each breast, and soon I was intently +watching the ruby as it moved over a pair of rock-hard nipples, each in its +own setting: a deeply puckered aureole on a soft pink pillow. + + Brenda's hands would lift each breast upwards, just a little, and allow +it to bounce gently back down to rest. The breasts were large, but round +and quite firm as they swelled out towards me. Lily began panting now under +Brenda's knowing ministrations, her eyes closed, she slid the soft gold +chain lightly, right along her nips. + + The women soon decided to "fool around" with me some more, and Lily got +things rolling. + + "James ... let us help you with those messy trousers ... you needn't +get up," she giggled, "just slide forward a little more ... that's it, lamb +... Ooo, do your shoulders hurt? You can't move them at all? Come on, +Brenda, slide his pants off, what's the matter?" + + Brenda had laid her head along my thigh, her eyes closed as my scent +overtook her once again as she loosened my belt and slid my pants down as +far as my knees. + + The stone was forgotten momentarily while Lily reached down to pull +Brenda away. The girl remained on hands and knees, overcome, as Lily +finished undressing me, and then she buried her own face in the crotch of my +trousers! + + "Whoo! I see what you mean," said Lily. "It's like a drug or +something ... I want more, too!" + + "Look at me, I'm shaking, my pussy's gotten really wet, look!" urged +Brenda. Her hands hiked up the short dress, and quickly pulled off a pair +of damp pantyhose. She lingered a little, touching fingertips to her pubes, +and shivered again. + + Lily seized her hand, and sensuously licked and sucked on Brenda's +dampened fingers. "They smell lovely too, babe!" They embraced, and +whispered some more. They turned to me again, and my head jerked like +Pavlov's dog toward the ruby. + + "James," cooed Lily, "Just lie back on the sofa now, I've got an idea +for those strong arms of yours! Take the other one, Brenda." + + My hands were lowered to my sides, and I was sat forward slightly while +they were pinned right under my buttocks. My legs were stretched out on a +footstool. + + Along each thigh, a woman now sat curled up on the carpet. Brenda lay +her head along one thigh again, and her fingers began brushing the front of +my underpants. Lily was drawing her bosoms along my other leg, toying with +her pendant. She pulled the bauble over my briefs, and I suddenly felt and +saw a surge under the pants. She seized on my reaction. + + "I've got a great idea!" she breathed. Her voice was higher now, more +girlish. Her hands began working my briefs down, and soon my genitals were +on display. + + Lily bent over my cock and inhaled some more, then lifted its semi-firm +length into the air with thumb and forefinger. I know she felt my surge +this time!Delicately, she draped her chain loosely around my penis, and the +stone was positioned near the top of the glans. My body immediately began a +response, and I watched the stone as my erection grew and grew. Lily had to +loosen the chain once, as my thickness filled the loops too tightly. She +whispered right into my earhole as her fingers toyed and fiddled with one +end of the chain. + + Believe it or not, my dick went through its paces like a trained seal! +I watched it slowly and steadily become fuller and tighter, then after a +moment the shaft would drop back towards my belly. This felt amazing! I +felt no urge to come, but the spectacle of my private parts being moved by +command quickly made me very aroused indeed. My palms cupped tightly +underneath my ass. + + Soon very soft lips began a dry, feathery flutter up and down my shaft. +Brenda would mouth very lightly around the head of my cock, then back off, +and flutter in again along one of the veins. Occasionally she would just +run the side of her nose along my length, stopping to bury herself in my +pubic hair. + + Lily had gotten completely disrobed by this time. Her chain was now +worn like a belt over the hips, and the stone gleamed out from the thatch of +her pubic triangle. She was undulating right at my side, where I could look +right up her twat as it circled and writhed. She was humming to herself. +She dropped down beside me to watch Brenda work. My legs were parted, and +my cock was now sticking way, way up into the air. + + What a scene! Brenda concentrated on my bursting bulb, and Lily put +her face right between my buttocks, and with her nose right up to my balls +sucked in the smell. She'd then stand up above me and wriggle around some +more. Her inner labia were now poking outwards like a flower, and I could +actually see a little way up into her vagina! Her hips made the most +blatant humping motions I'd ever seen. She hummed and muttered to herself +as she felt her sexual heat deepen. + + She straddled one of my outstretched legs, still circling, circling her +hips, her back now towards me. + + Brenda looked up briefly and said: "Lily .. Lily ... I want to smell +both of you! Come on, Lily, pleeeease! I've got to smell your hot, wet +cunt ... push it back, honey, push it here!" + + Lily obediently squatted down just enough for her cunt to touch my leg. +Bracing herself with hands on my shin, she rubbed her swollen genitals +softly, up and down my thigh ... her hot dampness spread over my upper leg +like butter. Brenda reached up now and manipulated Lily's whole rear end +with skilled fingers, rubbing, tickling, pinching lightly, dipping into the +gaping hole, poking around the anus, and so on. She licked my leg, +following the glistening trail as if she were starving! + + She seized on Lily's chain, and pulled her buttocks backwards towards +her mouth. She began to tongue up and down Lily's protruding labia right in +front of my eyes! + + "Can I pull your beautiful wet sex over Jimmy's dick now, honey?" +begged Brenda. "I want to smell and taste you both now!" + + Lily's pumping hips continued to push backwards and forwards in mid- +air. I dimly heard her murmuring things like: "Yess-s-s ohhh yess ... +feels so good ... feels soooo hot ... sooo hot ... " Brenda grasped the base +of my cock, and positioned it right under Lily's cunt lips. She tugged +lightly down on the chain, and slowly, slowly, my dry, hot bulb was +enveloped by a clinging molten dampness that almost caused me to faint with +pleasure. + + "Oooo, Lil-l-ly," crooned Brenda. "I wish you could see your plump +cheeks, and your hot, hot lips sli-i-i-iding down! I bet it feels great!" + + She now took Lily's cheeks in both hands and swirled her palms around +and around the fleshy curves. She lifted the buttocks up again, spreading +them wide apart ever so slowly, and my glistening knob now popped itself +out, only to be instantly licked round and round by Brenda's willing mouth. +She was gasping with pleasure, and dipped Lily down onto my organ once +again. This time, she let her friend slide a little further down my shaft, +but again pushed Lily's ass back up into the air. Each time this happened, +Lily returned automatically to her "air-fucking" motions. + + Brenda now forced my erection to point downwards a little. This made +all its contours stand out even more. I was at a very exciting point by +this time. I was feeling all that pre-climax tension and flaring heat all +along my cock, and it was lasting and lasting! + + "Lily ... Jim's cock is so rigid now, you have to see this ... it's +like a dildo, his veins are hard and lumpy ... his heavy, heavy balls are +pumping out perfume ... take a final dose now, before you sink him inside +you you ... come on, turn around and smell him now! Smell it! Hurry!" + + Lily dismounted and turned her body around to face me. Her head +drooped heavily, to gaze down at my enormous dick, and slowly her face came +lower and lower. Her swollen breasts brushed along my knee, then her hair +slid over me as she too tasted her own secretions glistening on my pole, +then lower and lower, till her nose was pressed up right underneath my nuts. + + Eyes tightly closed , Lily straightened back up after a few +intoxicating lungfuls. Her nipples now poked out and upward from her bosom, +she was so turned on! One foot stepped up beside my shoulder on the +cushion, and Lily lowered herself very slowly onto me, babbling: + + "God, I can feeelll every little bump ... I sliiiide it in further ... +sliiiiding ... sliiiiii ... further ... more and ... more ... it's deeper +... it's deeeeeeper inside me ... Oh-h-h-h! Brenda!" she almost sobbed, +"I'm want to come now ... tickle my nipples ... my sweet hard nips, I feel +my cunt flowing juicy sweet I can't hold back ... I want to come and come +like a volcano! ... it's al-l-l the way up inside me now ... nnngh ... +ooooh, I feel his hairs, they're right against my clit ... tickling ... +nnnngh ... flowing ... slipping ... I'm going ... nnnnngh ... I'm going ... +hurry!" + + Her vagina was already beginning its tiny clutches on my erection as +Brenda licked one nipple, and flicked the other, quite sharply, with a +fingertip. Lily instantly shook like she had malaria, and her body sat down +hard on my pelvis. Her feet lifted off the floor, and hooked under my +shoulders to keep her balanced. I bore her whole weight as her knees lifted +wide apart. I could see and feel my belly dampen, as a sudden wash of +pungent liquid flowed down out of her. She sobbed loudly with emotion. Her +body clenched up, relaxed, clenched again, and her head lifted up, then fell +forward again. Her magnificent breasts vibrated like jello with their rapid +quivering. + + Brenda had her face right against our mashed pelvises, and now as +Lily's weight crushed me, she muttered "Get off! Get off!" and pulled Lily +up and off of me, leaving my dick glistening, fiery red and still hard, +poking straight up. Brenda slurped my entire pole into her mouth, I felt +released now from all control, and my buttocks clenching in my palms, I +released my semen onto her rolling tongue in burning spurts. + + I guess I passed out from the pleasure. The rest of that evening was +passed in a thick haze of exhaustion, as somehow I recovered enough to dress +and taxi myself home. I left Brenda's apartment with confused images of the +two women lapping and kissing each other's pussies, but I remember clearly +the amorous embraces I received from both of them just before I stumbled +downstairs. The cabbie sniffed the sex-laden air as I entered, shook his +head and muttered to himself in some foreign tongue. I was so tired, I took +next day off from work, dozing (and rehashing the improbable events of last +night) in a pleasant haze. I ate like an starving animal and jogged some of +it back off over the next few days. + + + Zarah - part IV - In the Garden + + One morning about a week later my bedside phone rang, very early. I was +groggy, and I didn't recognize the sunny voice at first. + "James, how are you? Forgive me for bothering you so early, but something +interesting has come up." + "mmmmphh..." + "James, don't you recognize my voice? This is Katherine _______, from +Zarah Bradford's office." + That got my adrenaline moving! Kathy had been so much fun, and yet, so +sudden and unusual...but who was I to talk about strange sex? + "Wow, Kathy, yeah! Hi! What's up?" The old master conversationalist was +really in high gear now! + "You're remembering the office, aren't you?" she continued, more subdued +all at once. "Zarah told me she had worked on you after that...I guess you had +a good time...Zarah and I...share a lot of things, I suppose you might say." + "Yeah...Kathy, listen, my life has changed so much recently, you know? +All this is real new to me, and real strange. I haven't been able to think too +clearly..." + "And you don't really want to yet? I know, James, I understand. Well, +maybe we'll see each other soon! Zarah will be - presiding - over a garden +party this evening, and she especially wants you to come. I'll be there, and +several others! It's tonight at nine. She asked me to see if you were +interested." + I hesitated, events having taken on a speed I could in no way deal with. +Kathy took silence for assent. She named an address in a fashionable suburb, +and said, "See you there!" She hung up. + I thought about Kathy some more. I hadn't really gotten to know her at +all, except for the mutual response to Zarah. The memory turned me on, and I +ended up late for work! Luckily, I'm on good terms with the boss. Nobody said +anything about it at the office. I kind of kept to myself in those days. + I think I avoided my feelings throughout that day, but couldn't help +recollecting recent "special" events. I spent more time adjusting the +recurring lumpiness in my pants than looking at maps. Luckily, no one's life +was at stake in a city-planner's office ... some day though, someone might find +a playground oddly located in some septic drainage area! + The day passed, and I stayed late at the office. The time drew near for +me to go, and yet I found I was reluctant to turn off the lights and leave! I +wasn't doing any work, I was, in fact, feeling myIt was now past time to leave +for the "garden party" and I was deciding I had "unfortunately" been "held up +at the office," when my desk phone rang. + "Hello, James, this is Zarah. We're looking forward to seeing you +tonight. Please come right over ... you know I can't wait to see you ... +please come over right now, yes?" + "... I ... think I forgot the address ... " + "You remember the address quite well, I think. Tell me the address, it's +right there on the tip of your tongue, come on, tell me now!" + "...7116 Tremaine Drive!" I blurted out. + "Correct, James, you are very good. Don't worry too much now, just drive +on out here soon. I'll see you soon. Drive carefully, and you can see me +quite soon...soon, James ..." + The line went dead. + I packed up. I got down to the car. I left the city. My car drove +itself over bridges, through industrial belt, into fashionable suburbs, down +tree-lined streets, into a long circular driveway. + A short, muscular AfroAmerican woman dressed in a dance leotard answered +the door, and ushered me through several hallways to a small gymnasium +overlooking an illuminated garden. I followed her inside. + There were exercises going on. It looked like Tai Chi, led by a smallish +Filipino man in a white karate suit. He was demonstrating the slow movements +to a group of folks scattered around the room. None of them stopped to greet +me ... even Brenda ignored me, absorbed in her routine. + Besides Miss Bodybuilder, there were my friend Brenda, Katherine, and +another woman, who flashed me a quick glance. This jogged my memory, and I +remembered the redhead from Zarah's office who had . This was our hostess, who +turned out to be a recently divorced socialite named Rebeccah. + Also present were a slender African-American man and Zarah, who were +sitting together along one wall on a padded bench. I walked over to the pair, +and was greeted warmly by Zarah, who gazed at me for a few seconds, and spoke: + "James, I just knew you wouldn't be able to resist a little mystery and +excitement!" + Gesturing at her neighbor, she continued: + "I've been reinforcing Samuel here, so he's not being impolite, he just +doesn't know anyone else is in the room, do you Samuel?" + The black man was not examining his fingernails as I had thought, but was +watching his own diamond finger ring! He made a little murmur, and his head +bobbed from side to side. Zarah raised his hand up, and his gaze followed. + "Samuel, please come back to us now ... come back and join the others." + He rose and went over to the exercise floor. He went through the motions, +but in a rather dreamlike manner. + "Samuel's new to my little circle, but he's so gorgeous, and he responded +so quickly at my matinee performance I decided to chance on him this evening," +Zarah explained. "There's really no worry - I'm seldom wrong in sizing up my +subjects - but the slight risk makes the result that much more satisfying." +She turned her searchlight gaze directly on me. + "Now you, James! You are indeed a happy accident if you choose to +respond, and if you don't...but I think I know you well enough! You're fit and +cute, but shy, and more unsure of yourself than you like to let on. I know +there's a lot of voyeur in you, and something about the power of dominance has +snared your hidden self, maybe more than you know. Or maybe it's the +submission part?" + I realized that this was a shrewd judge of character, and I felt as if I +really had few inner secrets that she could not discern, given time. I was +again kept off-balance. Her gaze was direct, knowing, unavoidable. I tried to +summon up a witty or challenging retort, but her voice kept on, asking +questions for which she didn't wait for answers! + "Now for this evening," Zarah said, decisively. "I will very shortly +place you under my control again, in fact --" as I started with a catch in my +breathing "--your trance has begun already, hasn't it? You hurried right over +to me after my phone call, didn't you? If you object, just say so now, before +your trance state is complete, and you may leave." + Her piercing glance acknowledged what we both knew already. I was hooked. +I gulped and said nothing. Her hand caught mine, and I was led over towards +the others. + Exercises over, the party moved outside into the garden area. Low lamps +and a few torches gave the area a mysterious warmth and intimacy. There was a +central lawn with low benches scattered about. Zarah now took "center-stage." + Her gaze pinned me, and I again felt suddenly warm, and my head buzzed. +"James, you are the newest to our circle, and I know you haven't had much time +to settle in ... why you haven't even changed clothes yet, have you? Phyllis +will get you a very comfortable robe, and you will of course need to use the +lavatory ... I know how full a bladder can feel when you are holding it in for +hours ..." + Damn, I thought, I did have to pee! I looked around for a washroom door, +but her voice summoned me again. I was feeling some discomfort as I hobbled +over next to her, she turned me around so I faced the others and continued: + "Here now, James, you've had no relief ... no relief at all ... you might +feel embarrassed about your need to pass water, but I can assure you that my +influence will remove all your hesitancy. Look down here, dear, at this tiled +area, see it? You're in luck, James, you're standing right over Rebeccah's +little drain spot, where the floor is protected from trickles of water..." + By now I was pressing my knees tighter together, and my face felt hot, +from a blush, I guess, or the instant realization that I was under her spell +again. + "Yes, James, right here in the garden! Those tickly trickles and sudden +spurts and glorious gushers of hot, hot water as you feel unable to hold back +much longer ... oh, yes, James, you can lower your pants, go on, drop those +trousers right down, let them fall, just dropping right to the floor ... now +step forward and display yourself." + My hands fumbled along awkwardly with belt and zipper - I was too +uncomfortable to remember to be embarrassed! It was all happening so quickly, +and my head was buzzing and fluffy-feeling again... + "Yes, dear, I know ... it's so painful to hold back ... oooh, just look at +his beautiful hose, everyone!" + Her hands had pulled my two hands together behind my back. They gripped +me tightly. I was now naked below my shirttail. I shifted back and forth +between my two feet, trying to hold back the piss. I felt as if I'd downed +four or five beers about a half hour before! + "Such a fine, long hose, and it's ready to spurt and splash and gush hot +liquid ... feel it now James, breaking through all your control, one little +spurt ... ooh, did you all see that ... he's dribbling right down his leg ... +that's it James, the pressure builds and builds...up your tube...up to the tip, +up past the tip...you're dribbling, now you're sprinkling ... it feels so-o-oo +good to let go ... to release ... there it comes, James ... piss, James! +Pissssssssssss..." + God, I had no shame ... I know I was just so happy to be free to relieve +myself ... my first release splattered onto the tiles, as I moaned with +pleasure ... even when the last small trickles were dribbling down my leg onto +my feet, I felt only gratification, not shame. + At once, my mind seemed to understand and accept that I could be caused to +do anything, and feel pleasure at my surrender! + "James ... tell us all now, how do you enjoy my gift? How will you +respond to me?" + ''I want to obey you," I heard myself say in a low voice, and the other +"guests" actually applauded! + My knees felt suddenly weak, and I was helped to one side of the garden to +remove the rest of my clothing. Kathy gave me some towels, and helped me into +a thin robe. She gave me a quick pat and a light squeeze to my ass, as she +whispered that I should hang up my clothing over a bench so it wouldn't rumple +too badly. me back to join the group. I noticed Brenda chuckling, as she +pantomimed my little water show to the Filipino. He was staring at me, and I +noticed a small damp spot on the front of his pajamas! + "Elizabeth, join me here, won't you?" + The AfroAmerican bodybuilder smiled and approached Zarah. She was told to +press her palms together tightly. + The induction took very little time ... the athlete very shortly found +herself unable to part her hands, which seemed glued together. Her strain +caused very interesting things to happen to her pectoral muscles. Then Zarah +took a step closer. She pinned the woman with those amazing eyes. + "Elizabeth, why are you so surprised? I'll get James to help you loosen +them right now. You'll find that HE can part your hands easily." I took my +cue, stepped up in front of the woman, and gently held her wrists. I felt the +straining muscles locked against themselves, and doubted my strength, but as I +tugged, I felt them part smoothly. + "We'll need James' help again, Beth, so he'll just sit down next to you." +As Zarah moved even closer, I sat down on a bench near Beth's side. I was +about head high to a trim waist, and those marvelous butt muscles. Beth's ass +was anything but ordinary, though. Each hardened cheek was separate from the +other, and there was that exciting space between the thighs that let the light +shine right through, even when her legs were together. A light film of sweat +from her exertions made her skin glisten. + "Beth, honey, I see you're all in a sweat, and I'm sure you'd be much more +comfortable if you removed that itchy leotard ... can't you feel the little +itches, and the chafing? You'll feel so-o-o much better when the itching is +gone. Feel that irritation? My goodness, your legs are twitching, aren't +they? Feel the itch, it's getting intolerable...it'll go away when you are +completely nude." + Oh God, that gorgeous butt was wriggling, first one cheek clenching, and +then the other. The girl was tearing at her clothing, and was soon naked at my +side. She wriggled in pleasure, and sighed deeply. + "That's so-o-o-o much better, isn't it Beth? Now you are fully and +completely at ease, dear ... just let yourself go ...that's right. Feels so-o- +o-o good ... and you're all the way under now." + I didn't need to look down at my robe. There was a light caress of cool +air over my cock, now at respectful attention as it poked out. + The hypnotist ordered the girl over to a short padded bench, and her +nakedness was soon stretched out, with her arms at her sides. Her hips rested +at the end of the bench, and her feet rested flat on the ground. Zarah bade us +all come gather round. + The other guests looked as hungrily as I did at the woman. Even relaxed, +her musculature defined almost every inch of her flesh, except her breasts +themselves. They maintained their shape without flattening much. In the +torchlight, there was a hint of a dark purple coloring to the nipples, and I +feasted my eyes on her electric bushiness. So did Zarah, but her easy voice of +command continued in a pleasant stream as she sat cross-legged on the ground, +at Elizabeth's head. Her hands cradled and stroked the bodybuilder's face and +neck lovingly. + "Now these muscles are strong, powerful things, but you know how +everything is controlled by the mind. And I control this mind now. + "Remember our earlier instruction, Elizabeth. Remember your cue for +absolute surrender. Tell us your signal for absolute surrender.'' + "...The magic spiral ... round and round... spiral ... roundandround," +came a low murmur. Zarah leant forward, and her hands began a circular passage +around and around those firm boobies. These swelled and arched upwards toward +the fingertips, which moved in slow even circles, ever inwards, til an index +finger rested lightly on each nipple. The girl's mouth was open, and her back +was slightly arched to maintain the contact. The nipples were now erect, and a +dark purplish-brown. + "Sexual tension and release ... deep sexual tension and then glorious +release ... " droned the voice. Let us watch as Elizabeth undergoes, under my +control, an intense erotic experience. Listen to me now, dear," she commanded, +as she stood up and addressed the slumbering figure. "My voice is within your +deepest self. Open your very heavy eyelids now, my pet ... open them and look +around you. Remain in deep trance as you do so. Do you see the pleasure on +the faces? Do you?" + Beth's glassy stare lit briefly on each of our hungry gazes, then returned +to blink sleepily upwards at the sky. + "Yes, mistress," came the low reply. + "Now your body is drifting into a dream-state under my direction ... " a +pause. + I watched those great eyelids swell and close. Soon there came a catch of +the breathing. Another, and a tiny sigh, as I watched the eyeballs move slowly +beneath closed lids. Zarah spoke again: + "You hear the night sounds, the soft sounds of the frogs and insects, a +bird in the distance, and you feel so alone, so safe, that you let your +sexuality take control of you now. You can dream of a lover approaching you." + The girl gave a small start, and her body began a subtle, slow movement on +the padded bench. Her breasts rose quicker, and I watched the nipples turn +even darker. The aureoles puckered up, and there was another quick breath. +The rapid eye movements were jerkier now, and Beth's hands twitched. + Zarah hurried on: "Yes, there he is now ... tall, silent and powerful ... +he wants you to feel much pleasure ... he is very experienced ... he can feel +your breath, he can smell your heat flowing, flowing, flowing so hot and wet +from your secret places." + The bosom quivered and shook in a most delicious way, and dark odor of +arousal wafted up from the woman's pussy. It mingled with the heavy perfumes +of the night. I know everyone was turned on. My cock had never felt harder. + Zarah said, "He's going to be slow and luxurious as he slides in and out +of you, Beth, but first ... you'll feel just the heavy, hot tip of him rest +lightly against you. It's hot, it's heavy and hot and dry against your leg. +Feel it slide upwards, right up your leg now. Slo-o-ow and gently. You'll +find that your legs and thighs can part for him ... there they go ... that's +right...you open very wide now..." as the knees fell apart automatically. I +watched as her calf muscles bunched and relaxed. + Elizabeth was truly turned on. I saw that her pussy hairs were matted and +damp, and her vaginal lips had become swollen. + Zarah stood up and came to me. She guided me down onto my knees before +that cunt, that flower of the night, burning, moist and fragrant in the +darkness of the garden. She commanded me in a whisper: + "You may now enter her, James. You will enter her and remain still. Feel +her responses as you hold yourself still within. Enter now, and remain stiff +and still within." + I knee-walked forward, and positioned myself. Very slowly past the outer +petals, sliding easily inward through slickened folds and muscles, my penis now +buried itself as I leaned forward into the bunched muscles of her thighs. My +pale shaft was easily swallowed as her legs opened even further. The buttocks +moved tenderly, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, as her dream lover slid +and thrust powerfully through her enchantment. + "You can throb. Throb for your lover ... you'll find it's more +pleasurable than jerking around so. Feel that throb? Feel it, Elizabeth ... +and again ... and over and over, throbbing ... pulsing ... sliding in-n-n-n to +you ..." + A beautiful smile spread wide, as the subject gave a low moan. I felt her +belly muscles quiver, and my own shook in answer, but I could not plunge about, +even though I wanted, needed to so badly! + Her moans became more frequent, but still Zarah kept her in check. The +butt had stopped its outer writhings, but my shaft knew a heightened pleasure +deep between them. The muscular stomach would rest, then a wave of small +shudders would jiggle Beth's whole torso slightly. These waves came closer and +closer together. + "You'll enjoy the climaxes much more if you can delay them ... can you +hold out much longer, Beth? The release will seem so good, so strong..." + Zarah had returned to cradle her subject's head in one hand. She looked +up at me. She touched one fingertip to the girl's head. The fingertip moved +down to brush the thick, swollen mouth, and Beth's lips instantly pursed, her +cheeks hollowed, and Zarah's finger was sucked suddenly in. At the same +moment, I felt a strong clamping sensation as the walls of my partner's vagina +contracted all at once. Still, I remained motionless. + The finger was slowly retracted, though Beth's lips pursed after it. +Zarah slipped it back in, and I felt the answering contration. Out again, and +Zarah spread Elizabeth's copious saliva flow all round the mouth. Beth's +pucker followed blindly, sucking on air, wanting the finger again. The tongue +darted in and out now, as the contractions continued on my steel-hard phallus. + Zarah's stiffened white finger now pressed down into the dark flesh, +tracing a straight, slow path down between the lifted breasts, down the rock- +hard and quivering abdomen, in and out of the navel, slower now, to the top of +the bodybuilder's sopping wet bush, finally approaching the clitoris. +Elizabeth's face froze, her tongue curled up and sticking far out into the air, +eyelids squeezed shut, breath coming fast and irregularly through flared +nostrils. + Zarah did not twiddle the clit at all, her hand reached around the base of +my cock, encircled it tightly, making it swell inside Beth's sheath. She held +it still. + "Hold her legs when they rise up," she ordered me. And to Beth: "You may +now reach your climax. Come for your lover now. Come to me. Come to my +command." + Beth gave a start. She gave a long drawn-out "n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h!" One leg +lifted powerfully off the ground, then the other. They stiffened outwards, +quivering as if with malaria. I held onto them, but I my strength was unneeded +against that powerful sexual engine now discharging all around me. I watched +her deep purple labia rub and grind together into Zarah's fingers, as the +bodybuilder began a long, mewing orgasm. + Her cunt had gripped me tightly, and the contractions of its muscles felt +like a strong, rippling hand. + "Take your time, girl ... he's still sliding way-y-y-y up inside you ... +you want more and more, more and more ... come as often as you need ... ready +... take it all now.'' + As the girl finished her crisis, her legs slackened from, rigidity, and I +was suddenly holding their entire weight. Our mingled perspiration almost +caused me to drop her limp legs. I felt her pelvis continue to shiver with +further orgasmic activity. Each tightening and relief was signalled by a tiny +cooing sigh from the slackened mouth of the hypnotized woman. + I was now pulled backwards by Zarah's hand. My cock popped out with a +noisy slurp, still hard as a rock. A small rivulet of Beth's juices dripped +onto the ground. Zarah's hand urged me to my feet, still enclosing my red-hot +eight-inch fat prick. + Samuel and the Filipino were summoned to my side. We were still as +statues, standing over the now quieted Elizabeth on her bench. The women in +the garden were fingering themselves as they watched us. The Filipino's hands +twitched at his sides as Zarah lowered his pajamas. His cock sprang out and +upward. I heard a woman gasp, and another moan somewhere. + Zarah's hands opened Samuel's robe. His dark thickness jutted straight +outwards from a thick mass of curly hair. His arms seemed frozen at his sides +also. + Zarah now reached down to Elizabeth. Both her hands caressed and stroked +the woman's pudendum. The bodybuilder was too spent to respond, but her +secretions were still copious, and Zarah's hands grew slick and shiny. She +seemed to hold little pools of come in her hands. + "Look down at yourselves!" came the soft command. She walked behind us +and my downward stare was drawn over to the other two men, whose cocks were now +generously annointed with Elizabeth's juices. They twitched and jerked as +Zarah firmly polished and lubricated them, up and down their rigid lengths, +until they glistened and shone in the torchlight, juicy and slickened, veins +standing out in relief, the Filipino's glans swollen almost to golfball size, +and dripping steadily with his watery male lubricant. + I now felt my long-delayed climax burning up through my pecker as she +reached up and squeezed the nape of my neck. Her hand burned me, and a shock +traveled right down my spine. My pelvis reflexively squeezed itself forward in +response. + "You are ready to come right now, aren't you! All of you! Say it...say +it and let it come...come now!" + As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly experienced my +fiery release, I husked out "I'm coming now...coming now! Oh God, it burns, it +burns!" I heard other utterances: "God, I'm coming, coming so hard," and the +ever-popular "N-n-ngh, n-n-ngh!" There were muffled sounds from the "audience" +of women + Everything was visible to all, the first shiny drops of clear lubricating +fluid, and then suddenly, thick cloudy globs of semen dribbling out and down +onto the ground as Samuel gave a full-throated moan, and I saw his testes draw +up tight and wrinkly as his release came at last. The oriental man came +silently, spurting out a good three feet, still staring down at Elizabeth as +his hips pumped back and forth into the air. More sounds from the women there +indicated that some had been stimulated to their crisis point by the scenario +as well. + We three remained standing by the bench, our semen still dripping out or +hanging in thickening strands down from our slackening pricks. I felt time +slow to a crawl, and my breath rang harshly in my own ears. + Zarah turned Samuel away to face her, then raised herself on tiptoes, +kissed him, then whispered something to him. I saw his eyes roll up, and his +large form sank to the ground, curling up peacefully. His now-flaccid organ +still oozed shiny droplets out onto the grass in the dim light. The garden was +very quiet. I found sleepiness weighing down my own lids, and yawned +involuntarily. + "We are all quite heavy and drowsy now, aren't we?" she said to us. "You +go back into the house now, James, and find your clothing. Get dressed, you +have to drive home. I'll help keep you alert and safe on the road. Get +dressed now, and wait for me inside." + I groped my way into my clothes, and sat heavily on a gym bench, as I +watched Zarah through the glass, circulating around her "guests," embracing the +Filipino, whose name I had never learned, covering Elizabeth with a spare robe, +whispering to the other women there. I drooped a little more each minute I +waited, and caught my head with a jerk as it began nodding heavily down to my +chest. + Zarah was caressing Katherine, and Rebeccah still lay back against her +lawn chair, masturbating freely with her knees bent upward, and her fist +pressed against her dark red thatch. I couldn't see Brenda any more from my +position, and I was beyond caring. Time crept on, and lost all meaning as I +waited dumbly, patiently, for my mistress to instruct me. I faded into a +waking dream, and even now have very little memory of the rest of the night, +except that very late the next morning, I awoke in my own bed. + I was not alone. As I slowly came to, I felt the warmth of another body +next to mine. I turned my head. + Zarah slumbered beside me. + + + Zarah.5txt Revelation + + I caught my breath. I had only a dim memory of driving home, and +certainly none concerning a guest. Only "guest" wasn't the right term, was +it? As I thought it over, it seemed likely that she'd simply "invited" me +to invite her. We hadn't screwed, or anything, as far as I remembered. + + Her dark straight hair was cut fairly short, and her neck was bare. I +really was so nonplussed by her presence that I felt no sexual stirrings at +all...though last night's garden "party" may have drained me. Still, I +heard her soft breathing, and observed that she was not naked...she was +wearing a cotton nightgown of some kind. + + As I raised myself up on my elbow to see her, I heard her breath catch, +and knew she was now awake. She sat up, turned and faced me. + + "Good morning, James," she said quietly. Her eyes appeared very large +this close up, and showed no signs of sleepiness. "How do you feel?" + + "I'm dragged out...and I guess I'm confused," I murmured, as I got out +of bed. "How...did you end up here?" I was regaining some composure, and +since my mouth tasted like camel parts, I headed towards the bathroom to +swig the Scope. After about two steps, I realized I was nude. I heard her +chuckle as I completed my journey in a sort of embarrassed scuttling motion. + + Once cleansed and robed, I felt more ready to face my "guest." + + "Zarah...did I...uh...drive you here? or did you bring me?" + + She answered with a small smile that I had driven her here late last +night. + + "I enjoyed you immensely, James, you were wonderful." + + "A wonderful slave, you must mean," I responded, a bit sharply. I felt +somewhat "invaded," if you can say that about a woman who makes you piss on +command, in front of several strangers. But this invasion was territorial, +not personal, if you get my meaning. + + "James..." she began. + + "No, wait. I'm sorry. I remember what you said a few weeks ago...that +this is all MY choice, and so on, da-dat-da-dat-da-dah...but I just don't +remember inviting you up here...nice as it is," I added hastily. Jesus, my +tongue was tied up yet again! + + She was smiling a little more, and her eyes narrowed a little. They +suddenly opened VERY wide, narrowed, and widened again as her brows moved up +and down. The effect was of someone trying to peer into a window at me. +Her eyes were huge... + + "James, in fact you invited me 'in' quite some time ago," she said. "I +see you're puzzled, aren't you? Go and open your lower right-hand dresser +drawer, and I'll explain." + + I reached over and slid open the drawer. Where were my sweaters? The +drawer was full of women's clothing...shorts, skirts, t-shirts, undies even! +Then I noticed an overnight case under the dresser. + + "Did you bring all this up from the party?" I asked, bewildered. +"Where are my sweaters?" I felt a little annoyed. + + She did the eye bit again (her dark pupils really contrasted with their +brilliant white borders), and said, "No, these are kept here for my visits." + + What visits??? + + "I've been here seven or eight times thus far, and I'll be staying over +for several days while you're on vacation." + + "Seven or eight times?? ... Wait a minute ... WHAT VACATION???" + + "The one you requested from your boss last week...wait a moment, +James," she chuckled, watching me sputter. "You'll have a stroke ... in +more ways than one!" And her eyes crinkled up in amusement at my helpless +puzzlement. "I'll take mercy on you and explain...after I have my morning +exercise..." Another eye-bulge, and she held up a closed fist in the air in +front of me. "What do you see here?" and she tapped her hand four times +with her index finger. Her hand opened. + + On her palm rested...what was that? It looked shiny, almost damp, +and...transparent, almost. I was amazed. + + "It's a ball, a plastic ball I guess. Is this the Magic Kingdom or +something?" + + "Queendom, more properly, I guess you could say, James. Look again, +closer." + + "Wait...it's a ... a bubble. A soap bubble?" How the hell did she +tote a little soap bubble around, and hold it in her hand? It had to be +plastic. "Maybe a balloon." + + "Right, James, it's a bubble you see there. Now watch." And she +breathed onto her palm. The shiny globe enlarged. It looked exactly like a +bubble, I could see it's glistening surface more clearly now, as it swirled. +I waited for the pop, but there it stayed. + + "And now...presto!" and she lowered her hand. The bubble stayed right +where it was, didn't fall, didn't pop, just hung there. She blew toward it +again, and it grew to tennis-ball size. + + "Jesus, how do you DO that? That's great!" I felt as amazed as any +child at a magic show. + + "I'm not really doing it, James...you are. It's an illusion!" Puff. +And a basketball hovered in front of me, a globe of infinite thinness, and +infinite swirling variety, sparkling in the morning sunlight. "Test it for +yourself." + + I reached out, and my hand passed through empty air, right through the +ball! It was immobile. I tried again with a quick swipe. Nothing. + + "You can change it's size, James," came her voice as I stared at the +bubble. "Do it!" + + I breathed at the bubble, and it swelled. I pulled air into my mouth, +and it shrank. I reduced it to point size, but couldn't make it disappear. +I blew into it some more, and it swelled up till it seemed to fill the upper +air of my bedroom. + + The swirling colors were like a planet's atmosphere, sped up till I +could see vortexes and curved cloud fronts forming and re-forming. I +breathed in and out, in and out. If this were an illusion, I thought dimly +as my world grew and spun, then I was...was...what was I anyway? + + And what was that dim murmuring I could hear way out here in deep +space? My ball shrank again, surrounded by tiny stars and galaxies, it got +farther away, and farther...it was a point...a twinkling point in black +empty space...emptiness of deep space, of deep thought, of will of deep +desire... + + Desire. What do I desire? I know I have a body...somewhere! I +desire...I want...something sweet. Where will I get it? That's easy, just +lift my head and stick out my tongue. Mmmmmm that's good, that's so sweet, +so sweeeeeet, no it's tart and tangy, a little salty...it's soooo juicy and +tender and thick and sweet. Lick it and suck it and draw in its honey. pull +hard to get its juice. Suck it in deeply, deeeeeply. Tease it. Wiggle it +with my tongue. Waggle my lips over it. Shake it. Gently! Faster! It's +flowing, it's flowing into me. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Never stop... +lickandlickandlickandlick... tongue can't stop... + + It's sooo deep and dark in here, I'll open my eyes. I'll look at my +juicysweet food. It's red. Red like blood, red and shiny. +Licklicklicklick. It's moving away and my mouth follows it. It moves back, +and around, and it jiggles and jiggles as it flows. My tongue is stiff and +thick, stiffandthickstiffandthick. I push it way, way, wayyy in. I hold +still. It's heaven, and I moan out loud. I moan and it feels soooo good +and deep I hummm and the heavens erupt in violence. Head is jerked and +squeezed and shook... Ahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm the most delicious wet burst of +slippery delight into my throat. Suck slower. And slower. Loosen my +tongue. Softer and softer. I'll rest a moment, rest in my dark pink nest. +Lick again. Rest..... Rest. Lean my head against the flesh, the sweet +thick flesh. Come back. Come back. + + "Come back, James..." + + My cheek rests against a leg, a hot, hot leg. A thigh. I am holding +two thighs, my head between. I'm kneeling on my floor, cradling two +buttocks in my hands. My nose is about an inch from a deep pink nodule. A +bump. A clitoris. A cunt lies before my eyes, I can look up inside it... + + "... I can see inside it." I became aware that I am speaking! + + "What do you see?" Zarah. + + "I see your clit. It sticks way up between your lips." + + "My pussy lips." + + "Yes...they are open. They're oozing. They're open like doors to a +cave. Now they're squeezing together... and opening again." + + "Go on, I'm getting turned on again." + + "There's some honeyjuice running out...it's dribbling down inside your +crack." + + "Suck up my delicious juice. Ooooh. Alllll the way down my crack. +Talk." + + "Your clit is bright red. It looks hot and bright and shiny. Your ass +squeezes tight when your cunt closes and opens. It's squeezing more. It's +hard and tight." + + "James, stand up, right where you are. Good... look at me. Talk." + + "Your legs are spread out around mine. They're dangling off the end of +my bed. You are holding your bosom in your hands. You're squeezing your +boobies together, and your fingers are brushing your nipples. You're +flipping them with your fingers. They're sticking out. You're sliding over +your tummy, and touching your clit. Your fingers dip inside you. You pull +them out and they're all shiny and wet. You're sucking on them." + + "I'm tasting my arousal, James. While I play with myself in front of +you, turn your back to me. I'm looking at your bottom. There's something +there. It's white and hard. Back up tight against my cunt so I can reach +it. What do you feel?" + + "I feel a hard thing between my buttocks. It's sticking out of my +buttocks. It's inside me, inside my ass." + + "How did it get there?" The feeling of thickness pulling and pushing. +It's Brenda's old vibrator, but I never played with that! My hands jerk +back for a feel as I realize that I have a vibrator sticking out of my bare +ass! I don't pull it out, though! + + "No, you leave it right there. It's deep within you, like I am, +James." More touching sensations, then I feel the tingly buzz as the +instrument is switched on. + + "Turn back to face me." + + As the wand hums inside me, I watch Zarah spread her pussy, pinch it +closed, lick her fingers some more, etc. + + "You don't remember our home visits here at all, James. I want it that +way. But you'll remember this one, and soon I'll show you more." The +nipples are pinched and rolled around as I stare down in confusion at her. +"We've had several, and you have become very well-trained. You forget when +I command you. You do many things with no hesitation or shame." Her +fingers play on her clit, over and over, and I watch her butt clench up. +"Your vacation time will be spent with a couple final lessons." + + "Wait a minute, I don't HAVE a vacation now!" I began, feeling +distressed and a little afraid of what I was hearing. + + Get the picture? I'm standing between the legs of a masturbating +woman, watching her spread her juice all around her belly and breasts, with +a vibrator buzzing inside my ass, and I'm trying a logical argument! + + "You phoned Jeff your boss three times to beg for it, and they gave it +to you. They like you there. Also, it's about time for you to have your +own dominance fantasies stimulated and fulfilled. Do you like that idea, +James?" + + "Yes, Mistress," hummed the vibrator, and I echoed it. + + "Of course you do... because of this!" And she removed one hand from +it busy work, and revealed the little soap bubble again. Her hand closed +down on it, and it was gone. "Now I'm turned on all over again... I think I +want to climax while I watch you. Bend down with your erection against my +clit." + + Oh yes, did I mention my hard-on yet? Well, there it was, now held in +Zarah's hand, being rubbed through her sopping hairs (lightly), against her +honey-glazed lips (harder), and now around, around and around her clitoris. +She pushed me subtly to lighten the pressure, then pulled my hips up close +again. I was in a strained position, but the feeling of manipulation was +such a turn-on I didn't notice. + + My arms braced me on the bed, with my face hanging over Zarah's. Her +features contorted, and the breath whistled between her exposed teeth. Her +free hand played with a breast, moved to her mouth, or reached back and +scratched behind my nuts. + + I was turned on. + + Zarah's face reddened, and she commanded harshly: "Stand!" Up I +stood, again viewing her passion-mottled flesh. "Turn up your rod!", and I +reached behind me (automatically? from long practice?) and the vibrations +shot straight through all my tubes and membranes, right up my cock. + + "Milking machine!" came the voice, almost screaming now. Milking +machine?!? I barely had time to chuckle before my penis was swamped with a +powerful sensation as it stood out, pointing up the axis of the stiffened, +quivering form of my mistress. The best I can describe it, it felt like an +oily, tight rubber doughnut or a small toy inner tube was being rolled +continually up the length of my stiff member. Then another slide, and +another and another, always rolling from the base towards the glans, in an +irresistible pulling motion to which my body eagerly responded. My butt +clenched up, my knees quivered, and I looked down as I began to give forth +my own treasure. + + A drop of liquid, and then a few more. I bent backwards, and grasped +the exposed handle of the vibrator. My penis arced upwards, and spat out a +short streamer, which landed across Zarah's neck, and as more spurted out +across her body, she mingled our fluids together, frosting herself with +them. As she watched my eruption, her legs were outstretched and their +muscles stood out. They pressed tightly and violently inwards, as if trying +to close, but were of course blocked by my lower legs. They flew open, and +again scissored together. Her voice rasped harshly again, but her words +were gentle. + + "Oh, my lover, my sweet sweet lover, I make you come! I make you come +and come all over me, and I come and come and commmme..." Her voice broke +in a kind of sob, then: "You may turn off all your machinery now." My dick +shrank down, still drooling, and the vibrations ceased to shudder through +me. + + "Now clean my body... clean all our thick honey, our love syrup, our +thick rich cream, tastes sooo good... oooh, feels sooo good, your tongue and +lips. That's right, taste me everywhere, yesss, in my hot hot armpits, +yesss, get my neck too, lightly, lightly, oooh, I'm still so quivery!" + + I lapped and stroked and sucked and kissed like Little Mr. Shop-Vac! +My tongue felt like it was returning from a week-long hike up and down the +rugged slopes of Mount Zarah... but God almighty! all the different tastes +of her body! Her tart sweat, my own bitter juice, the sharp tang in the hot +crack near her anus, and finally I was allowed to... to..." + + "...to kisssss my mouth, James. Rest your tongue now. Look in my +eyes, and take my mouth. It is yours..." and her swollen lips opened over +glistening teeth, and I lay beside her, and our eyes met and our hot mouths +blended together. Forever. + + Her huge eyes closed first, and then I could swoon away too, wrapped in +her care. + + + + We awakened close to noon, and ate sandwiches. I was told many things +that long afternoon. + + Zarah had indeed been with me much more than I "remembered." Induced +amnesia was one of her practices. "For a time, anyway, and then I allow my +partners the option to control themselves fully again. I like the confusion +on your faces, as you obey me without realizing it!" + + Other times, the trance state was a turn on to view, just as it was to +me... just as it IS to me, I should say! for I have yet to "outgrow" my lust +to render my sex partners helpless. + + But it had turned out that at least as strongly, I also wished to +pretend that I had no self-control of my own... that I could be dominated in +actions, as well as in thought or mood! I say "pretend" because one of +Zarah's ideas is that "subjects" like me are only being assisted in acting +out deeply-buried fantasies, rather than being actual "victims," or +unwilling seductees. + + As the day passed, I "noticed" subtle and obvious clues to Zarah's +presence that I had earlier been "overlooking"... things like a camcorder on +a tripod parked in one corner of my living room... a shelf in my kitchen now +crammed with vitamin bottles, and in the bathroom, where I took a shower +every morning... + + "...An enema bag?!? I don't use those!" I stammered yet once more, +then remembered... that vibrator stuck so deeply into my asshole, without my +knowing it! + + "I have opened you up in many ways, my friend. You'll learn about them +as I choose. I am leaving you for a while now, and will call on you after +breakfast in the morning. Get out. Jog, exercise, get a good night's rest. +Eight solid hours in deep slumber, that's my prescription for you! No, no +more questions! Tomorrow, James. I have another meeting with a young +couple this evening. We'll go there together on Wednesday, I think. Bill +and Teresa are excellent vehicles, and I think I'll let you take charge a +little bit then!" + + My heart lurched. + + "For tonight, you may watch this tape if you want to see some more of +my methods from the 'other end,' as it were." She held out a video, labeled +simply: "47 - James M." + + "I suggest you watch it with the sound off, otherwise you're sure to +drop into trance again to the sound of my voice!" + + "Wait, now! Forty-seven? Do you mean to say that you have had forty- +six other men?" I said, grabbing her wrist. "Wait! You've gotta clear +some stuff up, baby!" + + Mistake. Her eyes widened and narrowed, in annoyance this time. + + "Nonsense, and that's my own business my dear sir. Shackle!" + + And at the word "shackle," she thrust my wrist back against the hallway +where we stood near my front door. I heard a "click," and found my arm was +now stuck against the wall! Before my head could turn, she had pulled her +hand away from my grasp, grabbed my other arm and clicked it into place as +well! My arms were stretched behind my back where I couldn't see them. It +hurt a little, and it REALLY hurt when I tried to pull away! + + "I think you're re-asserting a dominant role, and you're doing it +rather badly just now," Zarah said, "and at a most inopportune moment!" I +won't stand for bullying behavior at any time, dear! I'll see you +tomorrow." + + And as I lunged against my manacles, she opened my door. As she left, +I heard her say, breezily: + + "Ten minute shackle, James! Bye!" + + Damn! I thought, she's turned my own home into a fucking dungeon! I +pulled as hard as I could, but I may as well have tried to pull the +apartment wall down. I could only shake and jingle my fetters impotently as +I slowly calmed down. Soon, I began to think more coherently. Who was +going to release me? + + You know, of course, and I should have too, by this time! When my arms +suddenly dropped from behind my back, and I rubbed my wrists, they weren't +sore, or even red! The only items on my wall were the usual photos... no +chains or handcuffs! But I'd heard them clank!... just like I'd seen that +soap bubble, right in front of me, real as anything. I had stuck myself to +that wall! + + I wandered around, poking into corners and closets and drawers. I +pulled out Zarah's underpants, plain, sheer black, with a black cotton +crotch. I smelled them, I wore them, they gave me a hard-on. I looked at +her razor, and her birth-control pills. Her shampoo. She had a couple of +suppositories. I left them alone, in fact, I put everything back. I +decided to work out. I ran seven miles, and took some laps at the "Y." I +had a nice meal out, and returned home at seven-thirty. + + The video tape still lay on the floor to my hallway, and I picked it +up. I took it into the TV, and popped it in the VCR. I left the sound off, +as I had been told. + + It consisted of several short segments, all featuring yours truly, and +it felt really damn humiliating to see my own face assume that slack-jawed, +droopy-lid expression that I lusted over in others! And I saw it many, +many times on the tape, from all angles! + + SEGMENT 1: My face, in close-up. A finger is held in front of me, and +my eyes are following its tip, with a wide-eyed stare. Up, down, around... +my eyeballs strive to follow every motion, but my lids are soon blinking +rapidly, and as the finger rises to touch my forehead, they roll right +upward under closing lids. + + SEGMENT 4: I'm standing in my living room, facing Zarah. She dangles +a pendulum before me. My eyeballs track, and the lids droop. Zarah moves +around behind me. She lowers my trousers, and plants a kiss on my backside. +She leaves the picture, returning with that vibrator. She's rubbing +lubricant onto it. She touches the tip to my crack, once, twice, very +lightly. My hands reach back, and pull my cheeks wide apart. The +instrument slips right up inside me, and now I'm led on a sleepwalk around +my floor... steered like a push-cart by Zarah holding the protruding end. I +have a monstrous erection. + + SEGMENT 6: Shot from the open door to my bathroom. I'm naked, +standing nest to the tub. My arms are being held above head by Zarah, and +Katherine sits on the closed toilet seat. She manipulates my member and +sucks it, apparently not to a climax, because she leaves it thrust out +before me, and applies shaving cream to my whole genital area. She is +carefully shaving all my hair off from around my cock. I guess Zarah +"shackles" me, because my arms remain straight up in the air even as I'm +protesting my shave. I wiggle my torso, but am "held in place." Katherine +takes hold of my balls, and I settle right down. She strokes the razor +gently and carefully over my crotch, and my wriggling suddenly changes +character. The cock jiggles a little, then Kathy is stroking it with her +shaving cream as I apparently come into her hand. + + As I watch this, my hand reaches in and encounters a short stubble +inside my underpants, instead of my usual tight curls. I hadn't noticed +that either! + + SEGMENT 7: The camera is started and focused jerkily, as if it's been +turned on suddenly. I'm still "chained up" in my bathroom, though I'm now +standing in the tub. My face shows distress, and weariness. The camera +zooms in, and I lift my head, and turn my back. A downward pan shows dark +streaks down the back of my leg. I have emptied my bowels right where I +stand, and the smeared stool lies on and around my feet, that try to shake +off the mess. + + My face turns to the lens, and even without sound, I can see clearly +the words "please Mistress" on my lips, over and over. There are tears. +Zoom back. Zarah steps into the frame, and my arms fall to my sides, as I +obviously cry out in pain. How long had I stood there, firmly chained to +the unyielding air? Her hand strokes my cheek, and I smile, and weep. My +naked cock rises up, untouched. + + SEGMENT 11: A large room, holding some kind of party, about eight or +ten people all together. The group seems happy, and there's lots of casual +hugging and touching going on. I don't recognize anyone on screen. Camera +closes in and reveals some kissing and fondling amongst various couples. + + Some heads turn, and I enter the picture, dressed in formal tuxedo, but +no pants or underwear. My crotch is hairless. I'm carrying drinks on a +tray like a butler. A woman holds her wine glass up, and taps it with a +cocktail fork. I set down my tray, walk to the center of the room, and +begin to turn myself round and round, like a top. I spin round and round, +and my arm stretches straight out in front of me, pointing outwards. + + It's like "Spin-The-James," I guess, because I stop suddenly, and the +camera pans in the direction of my arm, to show a girl in a halter top, +who's now laughing and clapping. She is helped to disrobe quickly by some +other guests, who caress and tickle her flesh as it all appears. Her +breasts are fondled and kissed by several others there. + + Her companion says something to her, lowering his shorts, and she +kneels in front of his chair, and proceeds to suck his cock. Her butt +wriggles in the air as she slurps on his growing erection, and into this +fascinating scene I appear, still tuxedoed, and I crawl up behind her, and +bury my face right between her ass cheeks! As the picture fades, her +backside bucks around wildly. + + The tape ran out, but my thoughts ran on for quite a while before I +turned into bed. + + + Zarah.6txt James' Initiation + + I spent part of the next day with Zarah. + + "Have you learned a few more things about yourself?" were her first +words to me next afternoon. We had met in a large park near the apartment, +and were seated together in a rather secluded area behind some hedges. On a +workday, this park was rather empty, and no one came by our little area at +all. + + "I know you've had a chance to re-think your notion of challenging ME!" +she said, and I apologized humbly to her. We spoke again of my first +encounters with hypnosis, at her show, with Brenda, and my feelings as I +watched my date succumb. + + "The keys to successful induction are: a willing subject (even though +they might not realize they're willing at first!) and ABSOLUTE CONFIDENCE. +Shortly I'll give you your first practice session, with a very willing +subject. Bill's coming over after a weight-lifting session. Now he's a +physical kind of man, and I suggest a hand-clasp type of induction at +first... maybe arm-wrestling himself?... then you can indulge your own +fantasies once you've started him into trance. Don't worry, James, he'll +cooperate, he's a natural... just like you! Remember Elizabeth, from our +garden party?" + + I nodded. + + "Physical strength is just another asset to command... and you really +can enjoy controlling such raw power, once it's been yielded to you!" + + A very muscular fellow appeared soon thereafter, peering around a +hedge, and waving to Zarah when he spied us. He bounded up the hill, and +shook her hand, then mine. His grip was VERY firm. He dropped a duffel bag +onto the ground, and looked me over. + + "You could use a little weight work, buddy," came his judgment, "but +you must play handball or something, you're pretty trim!" + + I allowed myself to be mostly the running type, and he shrewdly +observed that "runners are loners... I like to be around people. The gym's +got it all!" + + "Bill and his wife Teresa are friends of mine, James," interjected +Zarah, "and we're invited over there tomorrow. You can see Bill's +trophies... he's a local arm-wrestling champion, I believe!" + + "That's right! I've collected a lot of junk jewelry and bar T-shirts, +but it doesn't put much bread on the table! I work rec for the city... +summer football, weight training at the Y... you know." + + "I guess you could show James some of the finer points?" queried Zarah, +with a significant glance at me. + + "Right," I agreed, "I have some 'buddies' that regularly wrench me over +a bar table, even though I'm pretty strong," I added. Share a couple of +secrets with me? Looks like we'll never meet in the same division... not +with those arms!" and I patted him on the arm. + + Zarah nodded at my approach, and Bill willingly sat us down at a picnic +table, and gave me some pointers: bending the wrist, getting the jump of +the opponent, etc. In the process, I got ranked pretty good, and my +knuckles were sore when I called a halt. We chatted on about training, and +I mentioned isometrics. + + "Yeah, the old Charles Atlas shit," mocked Bill. "Weights are more +scientific." + + "But I've seen a couple of interesting techniques, like for when you're +on a plane, or bus, and don't want to lose your edge," I offered. "They +involve some imagination." + + "Hey, I'm not a piece of beef, I got a brain!" + + "Sure, I can see you do," I answered hastily. Let me show you +something, all right?" + + He assented, and I had him lock his hands together, and clasp them as +tightly as he could. + + "This works better if you close your eyes," I instructed. "Now you +have to concentrate on your hands, and really get into the feeling that +they're locked together. You must use all your strength to clasp them +tighter and tighter together. That's right," I observed the veins in his +forearms bulge out. "You're doing very well. Keep squeeeezing them, and +focus, focus, focus on your locked palms. + + "Now Bill, this works better if you now take three very deep breaths, +squeezing tightly the whole time. That's right, slow, very deeeep breaths. +Deeper. That's great, and keep squeezing. Those breaths help you +concentrate. Now don't talk, just listen, listen to me as I guide you +through the rest of the session. + + "Keep breathing slowly, and clasping those hands. They're locked +tightly together, and I'll help them stay locked tightly together with a +mental image for you. Keep your eyes closed and breathe, and squeeeze... +Listen to my voice, listen carefully, and all the other sounds will fade and +grow very quiet as you hold tightly, tightly together." + + Bill was sitting on his bench, elbows resting on the table, and looked +like he was a statue. I kept on about listening to my voice, etc. I was +hypnotizing someone! The feeling was indescribable to see a person begin to +give himself up to my persuasion. I gained confidence, and my voice grew +deeper and slower. + + "Let's take five more breaths, Bill. Good. Deeep slow breathing, +brings deep, slow focus, tight hands, tight focus on my voice. My words... +my voice... you're tuned into my voice, Bill. I'd like you to confirm that +by the very smallest motion of your head. Nod when you feel perfectly +focused." + + The muscular neck tilted, ever so slightly, and I saw a furrow appear +between Bill's brows. + + "Good, and you can relax again, except for those tight hands." + + The brow cleared. "And now you're ready for some reinforcement," I +continued. Those muscles are strong, but everyone can use some help! So in +a moment you'll feel a touch on those clasped hands. A touch on those tight +tight hands, as you feel my hands on yours. The touch will help reinforce +your desire to hold tight." + + Another small nod, and I began a light all-over stroking of that block +of muscle and bone. + + "The feeling is strong, Bill, very strong, as you breeeeathe over and +over, over and over... the feeling like glue, like a strong, strong glue +that feels cool as it seeps over your hands, over and over and over your +hands, between your fingers, between your palms, and this glue is thick... +thicker and thicker as I spread it around and around... around and +around..." (moving my hands poetically over his, in time with my chant,) +"...around and around your blocked hands. When I give you the word, you can +relax your grip, Bill, but we'll let that strong glue build and set, set up +thick, hard and strong, and then I'll let you relax for a moment, and then +you can continue to breathe deeeeply and quietly, and listen only to the +sound of my voice, Bill... only to me now... there are no other noises +anywhere, just the deep strong breathing, and the deep strong voice... give +yourself to the voice, Bill..." + + I moved my head gradually closer to Bill's, until I was speaking very +softly. "When you are perfectly aware of nothing but my voice, you may nod +your head... good, very goood, Bill, you are nodding your head. + + "That glue has set completely now, and it can hold your hands together, +so you may verrrrry slowly try to relax those fingers, and loooosen that +grip, and let the glue hold your palms together tightly, tightly, it's an +unbreakable bond, and in a moment I'll allow you to prove a very interesting +and absorbing fact... that your hands are stuck, stuck, stuck tightly +together, Bill, that my glue has fastened them together sooo strongly that +it's just impossible for you to break my hold... " + + Just as with Elizabeth, Bill found that all his strength was now +useless against the imaginary glue. I allowed, then encouraged him to try +(and fail) to break his grip, and his face grew red with strain as his arms +shook violently. + + "Bill, you've built up a lot of tension," I now said, "and I'll let you +relax alllll that strain, as I stroke your hands again, they relax, still +holding together, relax, you can't break my hold, can you?" He shook his +head. + + I felt a tug at my waist, as Zarah unzipped my fly. My prick burst +out, and she caressed it a few times, then nodded at me to continue. + + "You are relaxed and breathing and hearing only my voice. Only my +voice. Nothing exists but my voice for you. Your hands relax, your arms, +and your face..." and I firmly began a temple massage as I stood behind him. + + "You're letting go and sinking into my voice. Your signal for deep +relaxation is the increasing weight and looseness of your muscles. You are +soft, you are yielding and soft, and now I will very easily remove that glue +and let your heavy soft arms relax limply down, down, down onto the table. +That's it, you are powerless to move them, they have no ability to lift at +all, do they? You may answer me quietly. Can you lift those arms at all? +Try harder." + + "... No... " and again his arms flexed impressively, as one set of +muscles fought against another. + + Zarah was miming an arm-wrestling contest to me, so I sat down across +the table and lifted his arm, which weighed a ton, and felt as limp as rags. +I stroked his forearms down to his fingertips and stopped his efforts. + + "You will attempt to use your strength against mine in a contest, which +you can never, never win, Bill!" I commanded. "Hold your right arm up and +stiffen it against mine. Gooood. Exert all your effort to keep that one +limb standing upright. Try harder, and feel my power as my arm and my voice +have made you helpless. Here we go. Push!" + + Bill's face registered no effort, but his biceps tightened and his arm +locked. + + "As you feel your arm pushed easily, easily down, you'll feel my +control over you deepen and deepen... and deepen, until you're very deep +now, sinking... sinking... " and I merely pushed his arm backwards to the +table... "...and when you feel it touch the table you will give in +completely... completely... and there it lies. You are deeply under my +control now... deep within my power. Speak." + + "I am in your power." The words came "Open your eyes and look straight +ahead." + + He blinked slowly into the light. + + "Look over here now, right at my eyes, Bill. That's it, gaze right +into them. I will perfect my control now. Watch my eyes, fall into their +power... I will make your lids heavy as lead weights... heavier... you are +droopy and drowsy now... " and I stared HARD right at him, "and you blink +and blink, and your brows lift up as you try to keep them open, but I +command them to drooooop and looosen and close. I command them to close +now... and you are deep asleep now. Sleep, Bill." + + His head dropped down onto his chest, and he shortly began to snore +gently. I was now rubbing my cock, as I gave in to all my fantasies. I +lifted his head and tilted it backwards, and tested the flaccidity of his +neck muscles. I gently stroked his forehead. My cock bumped against his +torso, and I almost lost a load of jism right there! Zarah came up to me. + + "Bill's not as ... experiment oriented ... as you seem to be, James," +she told me, "and he'd probably not take suggestions involving male sexual +contact ... yet. You've done wonderfully though, and we have about another +hour... I have an idea for relieving both of us!" + + Soon we were back in my living room. Bill had walked along slowly as +we guided him. Zarah had taken his arm to surreptitiously guide him along, +and I kept up a steady stream of trance suggestion as we walked. He now +lolled back on my sofa. Zarah had quickly attached her camcorder to my +large-screen monitor, and motioned me to continue. I noticed her hand +disappear beneath her denim skirt as I began my seduction of Bill. + + "Bill, listen once more, and respond to me," I intoned, "and I will let +you enjoy a very pleasant and interesting dream. You are soon going to +watch a movie, Bill. Do you like adult movies?" + + He nodded, and his lips formed words. + + "You will answer clearly, Bill, right now." + + "I like adult movies." + + "What do you like to see? Answer, and go deeper as you do." + + "I like to see... to see... " + + "I'll allow you to say anything you want, use any words at all... now I +command you to answer!" + + "I like to see big tits, big tits hanging and swinging around." + + "Yes, he's a tit man, and it's causing troubles at home," interjected +Zarah to me in a whisper. "Steer clear of tits for now, because mine aren't +so big either, are they?" + + She had soft, nice breasts, certainly not "centerfold" material, but +plenty nice to yours truly, who could now see them plainly, as she was now +undressed. Zarah's black panties were still on, though. She allowed me to +caress her for a moment, and I pinched her nipples rather firmly, as she had +done herself yesterday. They hardened like rocks, and she sighed. + + "You wouldn't have been acting in sex show for a bodybuilder in your +living room four months ago!" She then got me back to the job at hand, and +I turned again to my subject. + + "Yes, Bill. Go on and tell me more things. You like to see a woman's +pussy?" + + "Yes." + + "And...?" + + "I like to see a hard-on. I like to see fucking... " + + "Wonderful, Bill, that's just what you'll watch today! Relax wayyy +back in your seat now, and listen carefully. When I allow your eyes to open +you will be all alone in total privacy and solitude. You will of course +remain deeply entranced, won't you? Yes, you are nodding, and I will let +you watch a very special silent sex movie, right in front of you. There are +two actors, who you don't recognize. They will be total strangers to you. + + "As you watch this most enjoyable feature, I may ask you to talk about +the action, or even to make suggestions. SOME of your suggestions will +magically become part of that move as you watch! Won't that be fun?" + + "Fun." + + "Now lift your head up, and slowly, slowly open your eyes. The movie +is starting. Watch and enjoy!" + + I stood before him as his lids blinked and pulled upwards. "Speak. +Tell me what you see before your eyes." + + "I see a man, with a woman behind him. He's looking down at me, and he +has a hard-on." + + "Yes, good, now talk about his hard-on." + + "It pokes out from his belly. There's no hair, and it's very pink. +It's twitching in the air. Now he's spreading his legs a little and I can +see his nuts. He's holding his nuts and flopping them around." Bill's +breath got shorter. "This is good, he's starting to come." + + Oh, shit, I was falling into my own trance! I felt that orgasmic burn +starting up my shaft! I was desperate, but Bill continued describing the +action. + + "Now a woman comes around and looks at the man. She's touching her +finger to his head and saying some things. He's nodding, and his dick's +getting soft again. Now she kisses him, and he turns around again." + + Saved! by Zarah, who saw my dilemma, and quickly removed some of my +tension. I of course had sunk into trance instantly, and missed Bill's +(amusing) color commentary till later, when I watched the videotape. She +roused me again, with a giggle of amusement, and I tweaked her nips again, +hoping she'd like it. She did. + + "Yes, Bill," I continued shakily, "did you like to look at that +erection? Why?" + + "Yes, it was hard and strong, it could stick way up inside her cunt." + + "I'll let you stay deeply hypnotized, and you may watch some more movie +now. Watch and respond." + + He's standing facing me again. He opens his legs a little. Now the +woman comes around and sits on the coffee table. Her face is touching his +hip, and she's ... she's sliding a hand through his legs. Ohh." + + "What is, Bill? You are here alone in the theater, there's no one else +here at all, shall I let you move your arms and hands?" + + "Yeah... I'm gettin' a hard-on. It's exciting." I allowed him to +release a short, thick penis from his sweatpants, and he began to fondle +himself as he watched us. + + "That's nice to see, she's sliding her fingers around his nuts, and his +dick is coming up again. She's kissing the side of his dick. She's licking +on it, and feeling his nuts, and it's really hard again!" + + "Tell him that your dick will become his," urged my partner, looking up +at me from her position at my groin. + + "Bill, as you watch the man's penis, it might seem that you feel +everything he feels, wouldn't that be nice?" + + "Ohhh, I can feel that slobbery tongue on my dick," came the instant +reply. + + "Yes, just describe what you see now," I commanded. + + "She's kneeling on the coffee table with her butt up in the air. It's +wiggling. Now she's tickling him again." + + "Yesss, Bill," I hissed. "Her fingers are stroking, stroking, stroking +the underside of his big prick. It gets bigger... oooh! Go on, Bill!" + + "Now he's tickling himself, and she's tickling his nuts. He's +squeezing his dick, and it's purple, and she's pulling on his balls to make +him move that... that... big purple dick... right up to her lips. She's +looking up at him. Her eyes are big, real big!" + + Tell me about it! I was watching as her tongue got her lips all +slobbery, and slowly, slowly, slowly, she brought my balled-up glans to +them. Her gaze was unblinking, but I felt awake. Awake! I felt +superhuman, ordinarily I would have shot my wad ten minutes ago! + + "Don't speak, Bill, watch now," I croaked. + + I let her pull my cock head against her closed lips, and she lightly +and wetly slid them across my tip. Again, again, and she pulled back to +show me her slightly pursed O of a mouth, her red, red lips that looked very +thick, covered in saliva, slippery, slippery lips, that again accepted just +... the ... very ... tip of my penis. + + "Bill... remember you may come only when he does. Speak!" + + The reply came in a croak. "Her lips are drooling on him, she's +holding his nuts with her fingertips, and pulling it inside, it's slipping +in, its sliding in, she's stopping it. She's looking up at him. She's +grabbing his butt now, and squeezing his ass. She's backing up off the +table, she's kneeling on the floor." + + She's motioned me over closer to the couch. "Tell him to sit up +closer!" + + "Bill, you want to see better, sit up and lean forward. Forward. +Deeper and deeper as you watch. Speak." + + "She's right up close, I can see everything real close. Her mouth is +big and round. Her cheeks are sucking in, they're puckered up. She's +pushing him away... slowly. His dick is coming out little by little. It's +slimy and red. Her lips are pulling after it, she's got her drool all over +his dick. N-n-ngh. Just the head left in now. Nnnngh! She's so close, +she tugs on his balls and his dick pops out." + + Shploop! + + "Her mouth is still open, there's drool running down her chin. She's +turning to look... It's like she's looking right at me. Her lips are +kissing and sucking and making that O shape. She's flickering her tongue. +Her eyes... her eyes... " His voice got dreamy suddenly. I knew what that +was all about, and I had to take a risk. This was MY subject for once! + + "Oh, he's pulled her hair, and she's taking him in her mouth again. +He's moving her head around on his dick. Faster and faster... Nnnnnngh, +mmmmph... " + + I pulled out, my dick on fire, and turned her face to Bill again. I +brought my steaming cock right up to his face too. It jerked near his open +mouth. + + "She's... slurping it again, she's smiling. It tastes good. Real +good! She's gobbling at it, and licking it all over. It's so close. I can +almost taste it myself!" He licked his lips. + + Once again, I almost lost it, but had some reserve of control left. I +brought my cock even closer to Bill's lips. He made little kissing noises. +I pulled her mouth up right in front of his eyes, and plunged in again. She +shook me a little, like a terrier, and I popped out again. + + Bill was making loud slurping sounds himself now as his eyes bulged out +of their sockets. He was jerking himself off, and looked close to coming. + + "Your hands are heavy and limp again, Bill," I ordered, testing him. +"They are helpless, they are heavy, they fall to your side. You cannot move +them." + + He whimpered a little, but his arms dropped like stones. His dick +poked up impatiently. + + "You are so aroused now Bill, but you can't come yet, there's lots more +movie to go! and you can enjoy all the movie better by just imagining those +sensations... the lovely slurrrpy feelings, alll over YOU!" I made a sound +with my mouth, close to his ear, and his cock jerked. "That's right, deeper +and deeper as you experience the next scene. Speak!" + + "She's brought a chair in. She's pinching her tits, and he sits on the +chair and pulls her tits over to his mouth. He's sucking on them, and +pinching them. She puts her head back, and he strokes her throat. Her butt +is wiggling around. She's turning around, and backing up to him. She's +bending way down, oh God, her tits are dangling and flopping around, +nnngh... + + "He's holding her ass in his hands and he's pulling it back to his +face. She's bent wayyy over the table, and he's tickling her butt. He's +licking her... her whole crack, up and down, up and down. His fingers are +twiddling her and tickling all around her crack. He's wiggling his head to +get deeper. He spreads her apart, there's her asshole, he's licking all +around it, she's wide apart, and he's licking her. She's shaking." + + I pulled back, and standing, moved her rear to face my subject on the +sofa. + + "Her asshole is real red. It's puckering, and her cunt is all wet. +It's really really wet! There's some drops coming out. He's opening her +pussy wide, and sticks in his fingers, he's wiggling his fingers in her +cunt. Now he's sitting back down, and he's pulling her onto his lap. She +wiggles down on his lap. He's reaching around and flipping her nips with +his finger, flipping them hard, and she's wiggling around." + + That was an understatement! She was shaking like she had epilepsy! +Especially inside! But I had a little extra plan for her. I found my +voice. + + "Watch this part Bill, you'll like this!" I held her buttocks and +tried to lift her up off my lap. I managed to move her, then she got the +idea and helped with her own legs. "Speak!" + + "He's lifting her up and down!" said my subject. "She's feeling his +dick in her while he lifts her up and down, up and down! She's smiling, she +loves it, she's playing with her own tits!" + + The strain on my arms was too much, and I guided her all the way off. +She knelt again, and I sucked her bright labia and her clitoris for a few +moments. then I stood up. + + "Did you like our movie, Bill?" + + "Nghngh... yes... yes! I'm horny! I'm horny! I gotta shoot, let me +shoot!" His poor cock was twitching, and I watched him try to lift his +hands from his couch. + + "The movie's over Bill, now let me sooooth you just a little, you're so +hot, I'll just calm you down a little bit," I intoned, and drew his eyelids +down. He was still breathing hard. I dared a little touch on his cock, and +my hand felt like it would melt from his heat! I stroked his arms till I +felt resistance cease again. + + "Now Bill, you remember the end of the film, remember it well, and I'll +give you a lovely wet dream. You know, a lovely wet dream where you can +shoot off alllll by yourself as you sleeeeep. You can come and come and +come! + + "This dream will star you, Zarah!" I said in an aside, "if you like." + + She nodded, understanding, and scampered into the bedroom, returning +swiftly with a condom, which she unwrapped. She bent and kissed my dick +again. I returned the favor by feasting on her ears, eyelids and neck as, +with intrepid fingers and palms, I explored the Amazon jungle between her +tightly-squeezed thighs. + + "Bill, you are ready now," I said confidently, and he nodded his head +vigorously, eyes closed. His dick was still very much erect. I moved to +kneel at his feet, and said: "Now I will allow you to feel the same tingly +sensation you saw on the screen. The lips slipped over and over and over +his penis, and it got bigger and bigger with excitement." I opened the +rubber, and began slipping it onto his cock. His whole pelvis jerked at the +contact, and I said, "Bill, don't move! Just feeeel the tingle as you +remain asleep!" + + As I rolled the rubber down, my hands couldn't resist squeezing on his +erection. I had never touched a man this way before, or ANY way, come to +that! I guess his trance made it easy to dare. I could imagine what he was +feeling pretty well, and my fingertips delicately followed his bursting +contours. + + "Now you will dream of a beautiful woman, a woman who wants you to +stick your cock right into her, Bill! She wants you to hold her ass, and +lift her up and down on your dick. She's wet and steamy-hot for you Bill, +so I will allow you to gain all your mighty strength back into your arms. +You will lift her and lower her many times, until I let you release your +come. Tell me you will obey!" + + "I will obey you, I'll obey you!" + + "You may lift your arms. Feel her beautiful soft buttocks in your +hands," and Zarah backed up to the sofa. She was grasped, and squeezed, and +her eyes sparkled as she faced me. + + "I'm hot, James, I'm soooo hot! No fooling around, let him pump me!" +she whispered urgently. + + "Bill, follow my timing commands. You may lower her right down onto +your thick strong root now. Hold her right there!" + + She was impaled on his cock. She wriggled her bottom all around, +squeezing herself onto her intruder. This alone was enough to trigger her +orgasm. As I watched, her neck flushed, and her fingers flew over her +clitoris. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breasts jiggled attractively. I +sucked a nipple, hard as a little wooden peg, and she said "Awrkk." I +sucked the other one, and she said "Ooooohhh." + + "Are you ready for your fucking, Zarah?" + + "Yes, you bastard... Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!" she insisted, forgetting +that he was MY subject this afternoon! He simply sat there, waiting for my +orders! What a power trip! She writhed around in frustration. + + She was too hot to think of pulling her mesmeric tricks on me just +then, or she chose to let me run things. + + "You like waiting for a fucking, Zarah?" I challenged, and she cursed +me again. + + "I'm hot, James, make him fuck me! Make him fuck me hard! + + "Bill," I said, ignoring her (for which I'd pay a price later!), "What +weight can you curl?" + + "Nnnngh... nnnnghghgh... two-eighty for twenty reps... Urrgh, it's +tingling, it's tingling!" + + "Bill, you will remain pleasurably erect, and just a little numb until +I release you! Obey me!" He settled back again, and Zarah glared at me. I +averted my eyes, I wanted to be aware of my entire production! + + "See, Zarah, he can lift a lightweight thing like you a good while, +especially when you help! You're ready?" + + "James... look at me please... " came her voice, quivering yet low and +firm. I resisted. I resisted! + + "Wait, Mistress, I just want it to be perfect... I'm starting now! +Bill, you will now lift and lower your woman. Up and down she goes, +there... " I said soothingly to Zarah, "is that all right?" + + "James, I'll.... I'll repay you for this... this.... oh God, make him +go faster." + + "Please?" + + "Yes, please, please, you dildo head.. Oh, ohhhh..." + + I risked turning back. + + "Wonderful, Bill, it feels good, doesn't it, how does it feel on your +big cock?" + + "It's hot and slippery. It's squeezy on my cock!" + + "Bill, you have fine strong arms. In your deep dream now you must lift +and lower her faster, faster. Good, it's easy, isn't it?" + + "Yes she is very light." + + "Brace your elbows a little, and you can go on and on, it feels sooo +good, Bill!" + + My mistress agreed, she had leaned back completely against Bill's +chest, and her head hung backwards. Her thighs straddled his knees, and I +had an incredible view. He lifted her up and lowered her down with +metronomic regularity. Her arms now flopped down to her sides, and her +titties poked up toward me, as her shoulders pulled themselves backward. +She seemed to be pretending she was helpless and soft and unable to move by +her own will! I made a mental note of her state, as I adjusted her camera, +and zoomed in a little. + + She was approaching another climax, when I made another change. I was +really banking on her sexual fervor to save me from retaliation. + + "Slow down now, Bill, slow down and stop. Hold her up higher. Higher +and higher. Lift, I command you!" + + And soon his sheathed erection was poking into the air, just below a +gaping pair of engorged labia. They dripped continuously onto his pubes. +She wiggled her butt, but his arms didn't budge. Her eyes were wild as they +flew open. + + "Lower her back into your lap," I said. As he complied, I held his +penis and prevented it from sliding back inside. The TV screen replayed the +closeup of a cock nestled snugly in Zarah's cleft. She reached down and +grabbed it. She rubbed it and slid it sideways over her labia, and vibrated +it against her clit. Now she was coming again, to the chant of "Damn you +... damn you ... damn you..." + + "Mistress, I want you please to suck me as you come," I begged, in my +most subservient tones. "Lean forward and suck me. Please? I'm so hot, +Mistress!" This was a tactic to blunt her anger, and leave her feeling in +control of SOMETHING. It worked, she leaned forward as I requested, and her +lips met my shaft. Then she nipped me slightly with her teeth, which set me +off. + + "Bill, you have your dreamy hot cunt now. Your dick is tingling. Lift +your cunt as fast as you want. Jiggle it. Drop it down on your pole. +Fuck. Your wet dream will come upon you. Fuck fast and hard!" + + And we were off. Later, watching this scene on the tape years later, I +would always come almost immediately, and so would anyone else who saw it. + + Zarah leaned way forward. My knees were bent so I could lean forward. +My cock thrust forward and upwards into her mouth. Zarah made noises in her +throat, which was being jiggled up and down by the motions of her body. Her +arms soon dropped away and dangled and flopped loosely down, as she was +supported by Bill's strength and my hands under her armpits. She had +stiffened her torso so that as she was lifted, her lips slid up, as she was +dropped, she took as much as possible of me in. Sometimes she tightened her +mouth so I just jiggled. I heard Bill grunting and gasping as he pistoned +onto her, and she had stopped saying "Damn ... damn... damn," and was now +chanting "phphphuck... phphphuck... phphuck" around my dick. + + I felt my climax. Her tongue ravished me as it felt my first tiny wet +burst, then I was pumping out, pumping and pumping. I pushed her back +upright, and she trailed ribbons and filaments of jism from her slack lips +as she flopped back against Bill again. Lift and drop lift and drop lift +and drop... + + Her hands worked at her clit again, and I stepped over and coated my +hands in the juices from mouth and cunt. I rubbed them over her breasts, +and their tips puckered up fearfully hard. She gasped quite loudly, and +came as I massaged juice into her face and scalp as it jiggled up and down, +up and down. The base of Bill's cock was inundated by her spendings. + + "Are you ready to come, Bill?" + + "Yessssssss!" + + I pulled Zarah off, and she lay panting on the carpet, eyes closed, +buttocks still squeezing, fingers between her legs, and I knelt down right +between his outstretched feet. + + "And now, deep in your wet dream, you're fucking, fucking, fucking!" +His lips pulled back over his teeth. I smelt Zarah's gusher all over his +condom, and spoke again to him, very loudly. + + "You will say "Coming" out loud now, over and over, until you are +spent, and deep asleep again. Come." + + I touched my own fingertips to his testicles. I smelled Zarah, I +tasted the pussy as my lips closed lightly around his shaft. Bill was +saying "coming" very loudly, slower and slower, and I felt the tube of flesh +in my mouth, encased by its thin slippery sheath, and it suddenly seemed to +weigh more. I pulled back and watched as I tickled Bill's balls, and felt +them pucker. The reservoir was suddenly cloudy, and stuck out as his fluid +began to jet. I knew how he felt, believe me! + + "Com-m-m-mingggg," crooned Bill, leaning back. I milked and tickled +him further, watching the cloudy liquid pulse into the rubber, oozing around +his bulbous tip, backing almost halfway up the length of his pecker. + + "Com-m-m.... " came the very low voice, and now I heard his breath +deepen and strengthen again. His erection was drooping, but when I held it +again, I felt a surge. I rested my hand there, squeezing gently on his +softening penis like I did to myself when masturbating. I rotated his +balls, and cupped them, as they too slowly softened and hung down again. +Bill slept. + + Zarah was whispering something from the floor, and I bent down to hear. + + "Suck me clean too, James, please? I loved it when you cleaned me +yesterday. Send him back to the park. Hurry! I'm still aroused! Show him +a pendulum, you'll get hard again too!" + + That I couldn't believe, but I rolled myself upright, and pulled his +track pants up again. I took his hands, and bade him stand. He rose up out +of the sofa as if he were oiled. + + "Bill, I will now send you back to the park. Do you remember where you +came to meet Zarah?" + + "Yes." + + "You will be alert as you walk there now. When you arrive, you will +give yourself a signal. This signal will cause you to sit on a park bench +and fall deep asleep. Understand?" + + "Deep asleep," he nodded. + + "Yes, and when you awaken, you will remember NOTHING of this +afternoon... you never met Zarah, you have not met me... you spent the whole +afternoon jogging, and sleeping in the park. Repeat." + + "...Jogging and sleeping in the park." + + "Perfect. Here is your signal. extend your arm straight in front of +you. Yes. Open your sleepy eyes. Good... now, hanging from your finger is +a shiny pendulum, Bill. I'll take your hand and move it just a little. +Watch the pendulum sway and sparkle in the light. When you see it clearly, +tell me... " + + "... I see it," he said, and his eyes swayed back and forth. Yes, the +sight made my cock rise again! + + "You see it sparkle clearly. This is your signal. When you get to the +park bench, hold out the pendulum, watch it for a few seconds, become +drowsy, drop off to sleep right on the bench. Forget everything from the +time you met us today. Obey all my orders, Bill." + + "I will obey you." + + "Of course you will. Now you may leave. You are alert, and you will +stay alert enough to get to the park." + + He left us, and I turned to Zarah, with a semi hard-on. It stiffened +as she praised my abilities. + + "You will make a wonderful master, James!" she cooed, "I knew you +would! Would you like to fuck me now?" She lay on her back, opened her +eyes (and her knees) wide, and lifted her pudendum up toward me. + + I was on her in a flash. The rest you can imagine, but it didn't last +long, I was so exhausted! + + + Zarah.7txt Bill and Teresa + + Next afternoon, Zarah and I walked up the sidewalk of a duplex on the +north side of town. She confessed to being awfully turned on by her bout +with Bill the day before. + + "James, I'm randy as can be!" she giggled, again using a slightly +antiquated speech that made me think that English was not her primary +language. "I just want to indulge myself with that hunk this afternoon... +I'm sure you and Teresa can find things to do, mm?" She grabbed my hand, +and rested it right on her ass as she glided up the walk to the small row +house ahead. + + "I'm sure she'll find you attractive... especially since you don't +smell as bad today!" Another giggle, and I blushed (and seethed a little +inwardly). + + After our "guest" Bill had left us, I had fucked myself quickly into a +stupor between Zarah's thin but strong thighs. On recovering, I had been +headed for my bathroom, when she had innocently asked my purpose. + + "Gotta take a dump, Babe!" I said, nonchalantly, and stupidly! First, +she hates cavalier macho terms like "babe!" Second, she remembered that I +had teased her with Bill earlier that day, and now was an opportunity for +instant revenge! + + "Did you say 'dump,' my dear?" she asked innocently. I was turning to +make another wise crack, when I felt her approach me. Her finger reached +around to tap my forehead, and my legs stopped moving, as if a power switch +had been cut. + + "What are you doing, Zarah?" I complained (still in Stupid Mode). I +was awake, but rooted to the floor! I realized then that I had been +implanted with more than one unbreakable suggestion, just as I had done to +Bill a few minutes before. THEN I remembered the video I had seen of myself +"chained" invisibly in my bathtub. + + The pressure in my bowels had perversely built up to a sharp pang all +of a sudden, and I had to go! But Zarah was walking around behind me (I had +reached the kitchen before being zapped) and patting my bare ass fondly. I +groaned as she rubbed my groin, pressing it and making the urgency grow +unbearable. + + "Ooopsy-doopsie, here comes your poopsie!" she chanted, and like an +overstrained spring, I felt my anal sphincter begin to give way. She +pressed me again, HARD, and... you guessed it... I was emptying my bowels +onto my linoleum. I grunted like a pig as the relief swept over me. + + I confess now that I wasn't too embarrassed. I must have been +"persuaded" on other unremembered occasions as a part of Zarah's +reinforcement, and indeed, she stated as much to me, as I mopped and +scrubbed the mess away. + + "Do let's remember the natural pecking order here, lover!" was her +comment, "and be glad I don't have you rinse off your nice clean floor with +a deposit from the National Bladder Reserve!" She chuckled again as I +hurried away to piss (and to clean my lower half up) before she changed her +mind. + + My success with Bill lingered in my ego, even after that small +humiliation, and carried me through my entrance into Bill's house next day. +He and his wife were both there. Zarah had told me that she had been +"helping" Teresa deal with a feeling that her breasts were too small. I +remembered Bill's fondness for big floppy ones, confessed to me the day +before. + + "We work with mental images, of course," Zarah confided. "You'll see, +and I know you'll join right in with the spirit of the thing, won't you +James?" + + I assented (I was going to say no, right?), and just before the door +opened, Zarah gave my cojones a gentle shake of encouragement. + + Teresa was a fairly skinny brunette, possessing an ordinary figure with +wide, bony hips. Her skin was a gorgeous smooth pale cream tone, +unblemished except for several freckles on her cheeks and forehead. I +judged her unexciting, probably because (horror of horrors!) she was +obviously uninterested in me! She seemed quite stand-offish. + + Their living room was low-budget conventional, even sporting an old +"Lava-Lite" over on an end-table! A small sofa and recliner, plus a couple +of chairs and the usual "entertainment module" made up the balance of the +decor. No books, no magazines save a Newsweek and a TV Guide. + + After greeting us, Bill fetched beverages and Teresa plunked herself +down on the sofa. She chatted exclusively to Zarah, while Bill rather +apologetically did the male-bonding bit with me about ball scores and the +like. He seemed completely unaware of his activities on the day before, and +treated me as a stranger that Zarah had dragged along. We were listening to +Zarah give some rather bland statistics about her "counselling work," when +she shot me a sideways glance, and stood up. + + "Bill and Teresa have been very helpful to me in my research, James," +Zarah remarked. She leaned over to the Lava-Lite and switched it on. It +glowed and started doing it's thing. Big deal... + + Except it was a big deal to the young couple, whose chatter had +stopped, and who watched the lamp VERY intently. + + "I use different reinforcement as is suitable and fun," Zarah said to +me, now ignoring Bill and Teresa, who had sat back into their cushions, +staring blankly at their lamp! "Of course, I've already done a few sessions +with them both." + + Turning back to the pair, Zarah now commenced her verbal induction. + + "What's happening to you, Bill?" she demanded softly, and Bill seemed +to try for a minute to turn towards her. His eyes were already blinking +slowly. + + "I am...watching the light...watching the light..." he intoned, as if +he were chanting. "I can't look away...I must watch it...closely..." + + "Watch it, Bill...right into it...and Teresa, tell me how you feel, +dear." + + "I can't move...my body is still...I am feeling so very...very..." she +trailed off, and I saw her right arm jerk a little on her lap. Zarah told +her to continue, and she did so, reciting her rote lessons obediently. I +moved right up next to her so I could watch her face and body closely. + + "I see nothing but our light," she breathed. I saw her facial muscles +loosen, and her features become smooth as she went on. "Nothing exists +except for the light...the wonderful light...I must watch and listen +carefully...listen..." + + "What will you listen for, Bill? And you may close your eyes now." + + "I will hear your voice, and obey your commands," Bill replied now, in +a deep monotone. + + His wife's arm jerked again, and commenced to rise off her lap, +followed by the other. The hands lifted up towards her face, and her +fingertips began to circle and stroke herself round her temples. + + "What do you feel, Tessie?" The answer was instant. + + "I feel my Mistress stroking me, making me go deeper and deeper." + + "Yes, of course you are. Now as you drift away, you will find you may +speak honestly and frankly without any shame before I make you go deeper. +Tell us about your negative image of yourself." + + "I've been embarrassed about my figure," began the girl. "I wore +padded bras, but... but why should I have to, anyway?" she pleaded. Her +face transparently showed frustration, and a tear lurked in the corner of +one eye, even as she continued her self-massage. + + "All right, Tessie very good. I will now allow you to slow-w-wly spin +right into your light... and deepen now," droned Zarah, and Teresa's face +quickly cleared and her eyes shut. Zarah lowered the girl's hands to the +couch. + + "I shall now open your blouse, my dear Tessie, feel its silky smo-o-o- +othness slip and slide off the lovely sleek muscles of your elegant long +neck, over the shoulders, over the shoulders and down the arms... smooth, +smooth silk on your lovely bare, warm skin... those soft, strong shoulders +and arms..." + + Teresa allowed the removal of her clothing with a faint smile, and sat +up a little straighter with pride at her mistress' praise. Her bra was +quickly unsnapped and discarded, and I saw that Teresa's breasts were indeed +narrow and elongated, with a tendency to be a little floppy. Their pale +skin tone set off a lovely pair of pale pink tips. They rose and fell in +deep untroubled breaths. + + Lordy, I was hard! I wanted to lick her parted lips, and stroke that +unresisting flesh...I wanted to command her, as Zarah did so very +effortlessly. + + "Tessie, we know that beauty starts with fitness and pride, and self- +love. You have been working hard on your pectoral muscles over the last +three weeks, doing your exercises happily... show us how you work." + + Teresa began a typical isometric routine of pressing and pulling hand +and arm movements. Indeed, the soft mounds lifted and fell, lifted and +fell, bouncing with smooth elasticity as Teresa exercised. Zarah and I +watched her silently for a while, and when she spoke again, her voice had +grown huskier. + + "That's wonderful, you can be very proud, girl... you may feel proud of +your development... now that pride," she went on, seeing the woman smile +happily, "that is good for your mind and body. Now in a moment, I will turn +you over to James. You will allow him to guide you for a while, obey him +instantly just as you do me, yes?" The girl nodded. + + "Oh, Williammm..." + + "Yes..." + + "Are you deep for me, dear?" + + "I am very deep now..." + + "Open your zipper." + + His fingers fumbled at his trousers, like mine must have on that first +night, like mine were now! Zarah brought two low stools closer, and lifted +his feet up to rest on them. She moved the stools about three feet apart, +opening his legs. She then touched the subject's forehead, and said, more +commandingly, "James, pull off his pants and his underwear. That's fine, +toss them over there, yes. Now Billy..." she crooned. + + "Yes, Mistress." + + "We can look at you, we're watching you respond to my commands... +you're so lovely, my darling... we can see everything... we can see that +lovely package hanging so sweetly down between your thighs... hanging and +dangling down, dangling so-o-o heavily and thickly... it's tingly, now, +with a tingly, prickly heat, it tickles your knees, your thick muscles on +your legs, it tingles so-o-o pleasurably, doesn't it dear?" + + As I watched, each slow regular beat of Bill's pulse seemed to surge +right up into his cock, and it stirred along his muscular thigh, stirred, +and lifted rhythmically, pulsingly, more and more upright. + + "Surging up into the air now, straight up...Billy, your penis will now +become fully erect for all of us to see. Erect now!" + + The cock straightened out. It gave a jerk, frozen stiffly for an +instant, and I saw its knob swell as the man gave a little gasp. I really +had an impulse to touch its hardening length... but my hands were already +occupied. + + Teresa had continued her self-deepening, apparently oblivious to her +husband's condition, and I reached out to her. I touched her circling +fingers, and they stopped. I pulled her arms out in front of her, and they +remained stuck in mid-air, wherever I placed them. I lifted her arms above +her head, and looked to Zarah. + + Zarah had reached under Bill's shirt and was caressing his chest. She +nodded at me. + + "Yes, Tessie's in a somnambulistic state... just like you're +sleepwalking, aren't you, Teresa?" + + Almost inaudibly came a low groan from the woman. I immediately began +caressing her face and neck, as if she were a living, breathing mannequin. +When I pulled on her hands, after a moment she rose unsteadily from her +couch and stood before me. In the background of my attention was Zarah's +voice, as she took her pleasure with Bill. + + "I just love to watch your erection, Billy... I'm so-o-o attracted to +the sight of your pulsing, twitching cock... your long root growing and +swelling... you're getting stiffer and stiffer, Billy, stiffer and +stiffer... remember, dear, you may not come yet, just tingle a while why I +watch you." + + I saw his root sway and twitch, stiffen and loosen. So did Zarah, who +was now undressing herself hastily. + + I was standing before Teresa, my own member throbbing madly. My +fingers were fumbling at her skirt, pulling it down and off, and then her +pantyhose. Her shoes were still on. I pulled everything down to the floor, +and lifted one foot at a time out of the little heap. I could smell her +pungent sweat. As I led her into the bedroom, I looked back. + + Bill now sported a flaming red condom on his thick six or seven inches. +He was sitting upright, with Zarah in his lap. His head still lay back +along the couch, but his hands were under her ass, and his bulging arms +moved her body effortlessly, up and down, impaling her slowly and +relentlessly like a weightlifter doing arm curls. Zarah called out in +rather a breathless voice: + + "Tessie! Do what James tells you now! You are sleepwalking, but +responsive! --Ohh, that feels good and hard -- James, bring her back soon +for -- ooooh! --- for her lesson!" + + I looked again at MY subject (courtesy of the REAL mistress, of +course!) and almost creamed myself right then and there! Stark naked, soft, +relaxed, ready to obey ME! What to do? What to try? + + I tested her. "Teresa...can you hear me?" + + "...Yes..." + + "Teresa... I want your lovely eyes open for a moment." They opened, +and she looked straight ahead. + + "Wonderful. You are my subject, and I will now begin to control you. +I will soon turn a very powerful magnetism on you. It will be +irresistible... my voice, my hands, my burning stare... You will love the +feelings inside you as my power washes over you, Teresa. Prepare to respond +to my power." + + I made a theatrical beckoning gesture, and she turned towards me. I +motioned towards her hands, and they floated up in front of her. Silently, +I continued gesturing, and soon her arms hung above her head, showing +occasional tremors. Her gaze was riveted on me, and she was breathing hard. + + I swayed from side to side, and she echoed the movement. I closed the +gap between us, and very slowly widened my eyelids. Again she copied the +gesture. + + I now reached out and grasped her firmly by the waist. I made her +continue her swaying movements, and circled around behind her. My hands +stroked up her side, through her tufts of underarm fuzz, up to her quivering +fingertips, and back down. My burning dick brushed across her spine, and I +jerked it against her body. + + I left her standing there, and returned to watch her. I pointed down +at my cock, and her eyes stared down at it. I held it, and circled it +around, she watching like her life depended on it. This was all too much +for me. I lay back on her bed, and masturbated. It took only a few strokes +until the juice boiled out and over my hand. + + I stood up after I had calmed down. I held my slimy fingers in front +of her mouth, and brushed her lips. + + "Sweet, very sweet," I said, and her tongue emerged to taste. She +licked my hand clean. + + I lowered her arms to her sides, and she sighed. + + "Walk to your bathroom." + + "Yes, James," she said, and she went in. + + "Sit down. Good. You will wash every inch of your body now, til it's +squeaky clean. Dry yourself well, then return to your living room. Quickly +now!" + + I returned to see Zarah by the little stereo set in the living room. +Bill sat upright on the sofa, eyes open and looking at us, nude, hands +placed flat on his thick thighs. There was no condom to be seen. Zarah +smiled languidly at me. + + "You masturbated, didn't you?" I nodded. "Well, so did I, with some +help. Well, good, the rest of the day is for our clients... and here comes +our lovely starlet... Teresa, can you hear me?" + + The girl ignored her, merely walked over to me and waited. + + "Oh-h-h-h, you really made an impression, James! Give her back now!" +I gave the instructions, and Zarah roused her to a semblance of wakefulness +also. Neither could have been truly up, because there was no reaction to +our nakedness! + + "Now dears, I will play your special secret tape for you, just like you +may do when you feel like it. Listen closely as I've taught you!" She +flipped the switch, and the audio began with her own voice. + +HELLO, MY DEARS. I'M SURE YOU ARE ALONE, AND HAVE ABOUT A +HALF HOUR FREE FOR YOUR EXERCISE. YOU WILL BOTH BE VERY +STIMULATED, SO BE SURE YOU ARE ALONE AND HAVE THE TIME TO PLAY +THE ENTIRE TAPE. + +TURN ON YOUR MAGIC LAMP NOW, AND WATCH IT CLOSELY FOR A MINUTE +OR SO. YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO THEN. + + Bill reached over, and in the silence they watched their Lava-Lite, +slumping back in their seats quickly. The silence stretched out, and then a +soft chime note faded into hearing. + +WONDERFUL, YOU'RE BOTH PREPARED AND YOU MAY REMOVE YOUR LIGHT. +TERESA IS SITTING ON HER CHAIR, AND BILL IS ON THE SOFA. YOU +ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY CLOTHES ON, +REMOVE THEM. ENJOY THE SIGHT OF YOUR BODIES. + + More silence, then another chime. + +HEAR YOUR VOICES AS YOU PREPARE FOR YOUR EXERCISE. + + Then came recorded voices of our two subjects, spliced into each other, +with lots of echo, like in a dream. + +BILL: YOUR SKIN IS VERY SMOOTH AND CREAMY. I LIKE TO SEE +YOUR BODY. I LOVE TO SEE YOUR BREASTS. + +TERESA: YOU ARE SO STRONG, AND I LIKE TO SEE YOUR BULGING +MUSCLES FLEX. YOUR LEGS ARE SO STRONG, AND YOUR ARMS CAN BE +SO STRONG, BUT THEY TOUCH ME SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY TOO. + +BILL: I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR BREASTS IN THAT +SPECIAL WAY. I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME EVERYTHING, AND TALK ABOUT +EVERYTHING. + +TERESA: I LIKE TO DO WHAT YOU SAY. I HAVE SPECIAL THINGS TO +SAY ABOUT MY BREASTS, AND THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD. IT'S GOOD +THAT YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME AND TOUCH ME. + +BILL: WHEN YOU ARE PROUD AND STRONG I GET VERY VERY EXCITED. I FEEL EXCITED +NOW. + +TERESA: I AM VERY PROUD AND STRONG. I WANT TO SAY MY SPECIAL THINGS NOW. + +BILL: SAY YOUR SPECIAL THINGS NOW WHILE I WATCH YOU. + + The chime interjected again, as the voices faded. The two pairs of +eyes were locked together. A soft gentle music started up in the +background, and Zarah was heard again. + +YOU HAVE ALL YOUR CUES NOW, AND YOU'RE BEGINNING TO FEEL VERY +SPECIALLY TINGLY FEELINGS. KEEP THIS TAPE SAFE AS I TAUGHT +YOU, UNTIL YOU DON'T NEED IT ANY MORE. ENJOY YOUR WONDERFUL +BODIES NOW, DEARS. YOU MAY BEGIN, TESSIE. + + "Yes, Mistress," answered Tessie, "The edge of a spiral, the edge of a +circle, the edge of a cone, a soft cone... around the edge and inwards to +the tip, the point of the cone, the mound, the breast. Feel my attention +spiralling slowly, slo-o-owly around the very outside edge of my bosoms, my +eyelids can close now, as you watch me... watch and feel that focus +circling, circling, circling... circling... " + + Her shoulders had ceased to slump, and were pulling backwards. + + ''I can feel my breasts. They feel... larger... more important... they +are sticking out from my chest... When I open my eyes, I will see you +watching them." + + "I AM looking at them," answered her husband, "they're so soft and +lovely, I can't look away... talk some more, honey, I'm getting hot watching +them stick out at me!" + + "You like titties, Bill... titties... My nice, nice tits, my titty- +titty-titties... they're so-o-o nice... look hard, hard, hard at them..." +and her hands held them up towards her husband. "What will I see when my +eyes open up?" + + "Baby, you'll see me on fire! Hold them up higher. Open your eyes +now, please! I want you to see how hot you're making me with your big soft +tits!" + + Tessie's shoulders were back, and her hands fondled and stroked at +herself as she looked across at the couch. Her husband was leaning way +forward, and he actually licked his lips as he stared at her offerings. + + "Oooh sweetie," she crooned, "I love to see your eyes when they burn +like that. Do our special booby game now, I want to hear you talk, and I'll +do whatever you say." + + "God, Tessie," he babbled on, "the skin on your tits is real smooth, +smooth and white, and they move so nicely when you breathe in... I love to +look at them! You're holding and rubbing them, and you're getting excited, +I can see! Your tips are all pointy and hard!" + + "Mmmm... make me do the booby game, the booby game!" + + "O.K., here we go, baby, ready? Concentrate, concentrate and I'll make +you feel sooooo special. Jesus, I'm really hot now. O.K. I'm watching +your beautiful boobies! They are looking so heavy and full of your sweet +hot blood pumping, honey," chanted Bill, "they're feeling strong, and heavy +and big, like big, glorious melons... like wonderful, tingly melons... they +feel like big udders, baby... like big, plump tight balloons... bigger and +tighter... don't you feel them pulling you downwards, down to hands and +knees, where they can hang heavily and softly down... their weight is +pulling you forward and down... forward and down... down on all fours now!" + + Teresa toppled over forward off her chair, panting, onto hands and +knees. Her head hung loosely down, and swayed back and forth as she still +gazed under herself at her long swinging tits, and their hardened nipples. +She crawled towards her husband. + + "I'll lie on my back now," said Bill, stretching out on the rug, dick +standing up like a flagpole. "Come to me, baby. I want to look right up at +those big, sensitive boobies. So-o-o sexy you feel, you feel just like a +big soft... beautiful... animal, you're really big now, baby." + + I lay flat on my back, and soon saw her damp black hair brush his +chest, saw her eyes, the heavily-breathing mouth and taut neck move, until +her engorged nipples dangled down just above his navel. They swung back and +forth, sometimes achieving a circular motion as her torso wriggled. I was +hard again, my schlong poked up from my belly, and I let it out into the +light. Zarah held it lightly, squeezing now and then. + + "Caress me now, James... very very gently, because I'm so-o-o silky- +sensitive, you can begin a very slow caress... " + + Tessie's nipples were like hard pink buttons, as he finally reached +them with circling fingertips. + + The swaying torso quivered, and I saw a hot droplet strike Bill's +neck... Tessie's cunt was dripping! Another drop, and that odor wafted up +to my nostrils. His thigh muscles bunched up and relaxed as he drew +fingertips delicately down her mammaries. + + "Tessie, you're my beautiful animal." demanded Bill. "Tell me about +your bursting milk glands... your milk tubes are really burning hot.'' + + "Billy... I want to... I want to be... milked... oooh, milk my silky- +smoooth tits, Billy... I want milking so bad... so bad!" Another splash +from her cunny. + + Bill began a loose, soft pulling sliding motion along their length... +sliding down towards the tips, and grasping more firmly as they reached +Teresa's nipples. Tessie, eyes closed now, circled her torso around +sensuously, deep into her fantasy. + + "A-a-a-h-h... your touch is so strong, I want to give up al-l-l my hot +milk... my hot breast milk... milk me now... mil-l-l-lk and stroke... mil-l- +l-lk and stroke me... God, I feel white hot while you mil-l-l-lk me..I'm so- +o-o hot all over!" + + Bill pulled and pulled. I saw the early droplets of liquid seeping +making the tip of his cock shiny. He maneuvered her backwards so her +drooping head could reach him. + + "Look, honey, I'm ready to burst... I feel really long and thick +tonight! Kiss me and finish your story now, I'm getting ready to pop!" Her +lips murmured over his prick, then he began pinching her nipples quite hard, +and this set her off. + + "Ah-h-h... you're sucking and mil-l-lking... suck... ing... mil-l- +lk..mil-l-l-lk... mil-l-l-lk... " she babbled. "I feel the milk pouring out +of me... the thick sweet milk pouring and flowing... flo-o-ow-w-wing... God, +I can't stop the flowing... don't stop... I'm wide open... I'm horny... I'm +really horny... I'm thick, I'm gushing, my bags are hhu-u-uge and bursting +with thick sweet cre-e-e-eam... creeeeeam... " Drop after scalding drop +from her cunt landed on his face and without even touching my own dick, I +sensed my long-delayed climax nearing - as did Zarah. She stroked herself +and me simultaneously, with a more urgent rhythm now. Her practiced hand +brought me to fullest extension as I braced myself and leaned back on my +elbows. + + "I can't wait, Billy, get up Billleeee," coaxed the girl. Come and +smelllll meeeee, taste meeeee..." and she knelt forward as Bill surged to +his knees and approached her cunt. His dick looked close up like a child's +baseball bat. He snuffled and licked Tessie's cunt, and she squealed with +desire. His strong voice rang out hoarsely. + + "You're all the way ready, cow... I'm your sweet long bull and I'm... +going... to... mount... you... and... slide... way... unnngh... up... +mmm... into YOUR CUNNNNT!" + + The penis, in one smooth powerful motion, thrust into Tessie. She +actually made low mooing sounds as her husband grunted and snorted as he +plunged rapidly in and out. Her labia clove wide apart to make way for his +great thickness. His powerful hands grasped her hipbones and wiggled them +around, lifting her knees off the floor with his strength. + + Tessie's juices oozed out from time to time, and I saw her scrape her +breasts over the carpet to stimulate them even more. + + Zarah's hand automatically quickened on herself as she watched Bills +plunging buttocks squeeze tightly together, then spread wide as he reared +back. + + I spurted my emission onto her other hand suddenly. + + Bill held Teresa's butt up in the air, as her legs waggled and white +jism oozed out from her cunt around Bill's pumping shaft. + + Finally they were still, then she was lifted up and carried off to bed, +as Zarah's "motivational tape" continued its soft program. + + I left for home alone. Zarah insisted on staying there for a bit. I +didn't see her for several days, and I was jealous, thinking of her enjoying +Bill's attentions, and wishing to practice on someone. + + + Zarah8.TXT: The Massage and Farewell Party + + My final segment of this "fantasy" concerns my "graduation ceremony," my +last face-to-face encounter with the wonderful woman who had been my mistress +for so many weeks. I won't try to self-analyze this tale, just to say that +it happened as I am about to tell you. It occurred five days after our joint +venture with Bill and Teresa. + + Location: Zarah's motel office suite, in her back room. Kathy was +sorting through some papers in the front room as I entered. She seemed to be +busy packing some boxes, but I got a bright smile, hug (and a highly personal +squeeze) and hello from the short, vivacious blonde "receptionist." + + "Zarah says to go on back," she chirped. + + I'd not been back to the actual bedroom before, where I'd last observed +Zarah and her two female "clients." It was just a bedroom, but a +professional massage table and heat lamp stood along one wall. It was draped +with a sheet. + + "Hello, good to see you." In fact she had stayed away (as far as I +remembered) from my apartment since Bill and Teresa. Her manner seemed +rather cool. Her next words turned this impression into something different. + + "Katherine and I will be moving next week," she said. "I have booked a +series of performances in California, and I've spent the last several days +making sure that all our "clients" here understand that we may not be back +for some time." + + My emotions were indeed mixed at this news. First came surprise, tinged +with anger that I hadn't been told earlier. I guess I thought I was someone +"special." + + "James, you know that it was our mutual needs that made our short time +together interesting. You are not in any sort of "love" with me, nor do you +consider yourself as my "slave," Zarah answered shortly. "You and I have +done a lot of communicating about which you have no specific memories right +now!" + + I had to agree that that was certainly true! The woman had almost moved +into my pad without my conscious awareness! + + But the other feeling that I felt, I'm ashamed to admit, was pure self- +indulgence. I had used our relationship chiefly to achieve sexual +gratification, on levels I had only dreamed existed! Menage, sex with +compliant strangers, exhibitionism, bowel and bladder control, to say nothing +of dabbling in bisexuality, all under the "protection" and "control" of a +mutual "ringmaster!" + + "Yes, and do you know that you stated the chief thrill in the last +place, James?" came the reply, still in that weary, semi-depressed voice. +"Most of you are discovering your own sexual liberation, using hypnosis as a +shield against embarrassment and hurt. Yes, yes," she continued, as I +started to object, "you are different in that the domination issue is +important to you. But do you realize that every single activity we've acted +and seen together is perfectly legal between consenting adults? Were it not +for social strictures, you all could have been engaging in your lustful +experiments all this time without me!" + + This was true! I really hadn't thought of it that in that way before, +but I might have performed any of these acts with Brenda, Lily or any other +willing partners! + + "Correct, James. Now think some more. You all are acquainted with +others in our group. Some of your specific memories will become hazy, and I +have ensured that none of you will ever be able even to WANT to blackmail +another. But you all live around here, and similar pleasures are merely a +phone call away!" + + She was walking around behind me as I watched her in the bedroom mirror. +I saw her reach a hand towards my neck, then felt her ol' Vulcan Mind-Meld +take hold. She leant my head back (unresisting as always) till I was +observing the plaster ceiling as my consciousness sharpened. I didn't blank +out, but remained docile as she caressed my face and neck. As I write this, +I can state that I know she was talking to me, but I don't recall anything +but a low buzzing murmur... my attention was kind of roaming around counting +the holes in the ceiling tiles, until she roused me with a little kiss on the +cheek. Everything returned to focus. + + "My back is bugging me today, James," she complained, in a manner that +struck me as distant. "It must be from the packing." + + "How about a back rub?" I offered. "I know something about backs." + + She responded in a nonchalant fashion that put MY back up a little! +"I'll tell you what to do." + + She demurely turned her back to me, removed her shirt and slacks, walked +over to the table. I watch her ass twitch as she climbed up and positioned +herself face down on the sheet, saying, "now no funny business, right? I +need some muscles loosened, and that's it!" + + Strange! from a woman that had shared so many sexual experiences with +me. Nevertheless, I assented readily, and opened the bottle of massage oil. +She told me to let it warm in my cupped hands before I began on her shoulders +and upper back. + + As I worked, she gave me fairly brusque instructions, just as she often +liked to boss me around, as to how to press, where to roll my hands, etc. I +enjoyed seeing her naked skin under my hands, and gave myself privately up to +fuck-fantasies galore. I rubbed, circled, squeezed and kneaded just as she +told me, and bit by bit, she relaxed, and began to groan softly as I "hit +just the right spot" now and again. Once, I let my hands stray down to the +top of her buttocks, and she warned, "Watch it, James!" but in a very mild +tone. + + Soon, all her muscles were relaxed, and between groans she informed me: +"that's perfect... just keep it up... don't stop now," and remarks of that +nature. + + "That's good," she grunted. "I feel like... like soft putty... this +is... so-o-o relaxing... just rub... you're doing great!" My ears perked up. +I was hearing signals in her tone unlike any I'd caught before! It sounded +as if let me run things... or she wanted to pretend to submit for a while. +What an unexpected turn-on! I had to consciously steady my voice as I +quickly answered "You're the boss!" + + "Of course I am... " she responded, but in a distracted, offhand +tone. + + I turned on the heat lamp, and continued my ministrations. Soon I tried +moving her folded arms down along her sides, and she allowed this +repositioning with only another groan. + + I very gradually began rolling my oiled fists further down her spine +with each pass, until I pressed her coccyx bone each time. I also steadily +lightened my touch, moving from heavy pressure on each pass to lighter, more +caressing strokes. Zarah's breathing became deep and regular, and her body +was motionless. She was not talking any more, I noticed! + + I stroked heavily down each arm in turn, from shoulder blade, bicep, +forearm and wrist, right off the fingertips. After several of these passes I +heard a faint whisper: "... Just... keep... going... it's perfect... " Her +eyes were closed. + + I lightened my strokes further, and finally dared to lift her arms away +from her sides somewhat, so that I could observe the sides of her breasts, +pressing into the bedding. She was limp and unresisting, and I began +caressing her inner arms, and her sides. As my fingertips brushed over and +over her palms, her fingers began to close up as if she were being tickled. +I thought I was sensitizing her bodily response more and more with each +stroke. + + I moved back to her spine, and, avoiding her backside, moved down to the +backs of her legs, very firmly and authoritatively pressing and kneading the +muscles. No resistance, but more sighing. My strokes changed direction, +starting at the knees and stopping just short of the base of each buttock. +After only a few of these, I detected a change in her deep breathing. I +lightened pressure even more, until now each stroke was in reality a light +caress. + + "I can work better if I remove all clothing, Zarah," I whispered. There +was no reply but another soft sigh, so I gingerly took the waistband of her +black panties and slowly but firmly slid them right down and off her legs. +She was now completely nude. I gloated over every pink inch of her, +especially those trim buttocks, whose muscles now appeared completely +flaccid. I was careful to maintain a continuous stroking of her legs, and +she was apparently too far gone to care about her nakedness. + + "Zarah, I'll just keep on massaging you now," I said, tentatively. + + "... Yes-s-s... " came the low, dreamy whisper. Her acquiescence gave +me more courage. + + "I'll keep on with my stroking," I continued. "I like to stroke you, +Zarah. It's very stimulating... this light stroking... I can tell you like +to be stro-o-oked this way too." I tried to pace my voice to sound like her +own, and Zarah gave another soft "yes-s-s" in instant return. + + I brushed oiled fingers and palms right up her spine to the nape of her +neck, pinched it gently, and slid back down, where my thumbs found and +rotated the dimples at the top of her derriere. Finally, I let my fingertips +brush, almost by accident, right over her pink ass cheeks. After just a few +of these, Zarah began responding differently. Her buttocks quivered +slightly, and the glutei would occasionally clench up. Each exhalation of +her breath now brought a very soft sighing sound. + + I maintained a soft vocal tone, talking about "stroking" each time my +hands passed over her length. I made my voice slower and deeper in pitch +little by little. + + I gained confidence with every new inch of territory gained. I started +small fluttery circles and spirals up her legs, and now, when I reached her +ass, I found those delicious muscles pushing back up against my palms. With +each repetition, this effect grew more pronounced. Her breaths were coming a +little faster now. I made more regular passes over her buttocks, and as my +teasing touch grew lighter, her upward response became stronger. + + My hands were eventually running all over her cheeks at will, and they +would follow as if magnetized. The taut pale muscles pressed themselves more +and more firmly up into my circling palms, and her sighs had grown louder. + + I pushed Zarah's legs back down flat onto the mattress. They were still +pressed together, and I began seductively brushing along their outer sides. +I tried talking to her again, very softly. + + "Zarah... '' + + "M-m-m-m... " + + "Zarah, what's happening to you? I'm stroking you now, ver-r-ry +softly... what's happening to you as I stroke you? What's happening to your +legs? What are your legs doing, honey?'' + + "... feels good... " came the low answer. + + "That's right, Zarah... I'm stroking your legs... stroking and stroking +and stro-o-oking... I can tell you enjoy the feeling." + + Sliding and caressing her thighs in continuous light motion. + + "You like me to stroke those beautiful legs... I've noticed how... +magnetic my touch feels to you, hmmm? How there's an almost magical +attraction between my hands and your body... my hands and your entire body as +I stroke it..." I lightened up even more now as I brushed fingertips along +her knees, which immediately quivered in response. + + "Your body shows a strong response to my hands, honey, almost a pull +right into my hands, a strong pull... " and I placed palms on butt again, and +felt the upward thrust in response. + + "Yes, you feel it now too... a strong magnetism... stronger and +stronger, stronger and more powerful attraction... your legs now... the +strong response as I stroke your legs." I returned to her outer knees, and +watched in gratification as they quivered, quivered again, and began to +separate slightly! + + "Yes, each loving caress is a magnetic stroke... magnetic... feel the +strong pull, the powerful pull under my hands... what's happening to them +now?" I tickled her outer calves, and the legs widened a little more. + + "... Opening... up... " Her tone was suddenly high and breathless, as +she seemed to take on some little-girl persona. + + "That's right, Zarah," I went on, now surer of my dominance. "You feel +your legs are opening at my direction. Opening up farther and farther now... +" I murmured, and soon her knees were a foot or so apart. Again, she sighed +deeply. + + "Yes, you may give deep, sleepy sighs as I continue to magnetize you... +I love your deeeeep looose breathing under my soooothing touch... my magnetic +touch... it's more and more strong, more and more hard to resist the +magnetism... you feel soothed and relaxed, yet excited by my touch, don't +you, honey? I love seeing your excitement... don't you feel helpless now? +Helpless to resist my touch?'' + + "... Oh-h-h" she gulped, "... help... less... " + + I changed to just a couple fingers on the inside of her knees, and her +legs closed. Back to the outside, and they opened. I ran palms up to her +hips, and they instantly raised again! + + "Yes," I intoned, "your body loves my touch... you love my strong hands +to move you, guide you, magnetize you... command you... command you... +command.'' + + "... command me," came the faintest of moans. + + My hands roamed everywhere now. I rotated her temples, stroked her +throat, which made her extend her neck, and brushed the soft outer edges of +her bosom. I pressed down onto a palm, and as I lightened my touch, her arm +followed mine up off the table! I found her calf equally ready to lift +upward, as one hand made light contact with it. + + Now, with her knees somewhat apart, I had a subtle and captivating view +of her splendid mount, and its thick curling hairs. I maintained my touch +and my patter as I moved around her, peering closely at the fur-lined +treasure waiting down between her oiled buttocks. I wished to see more, and +I felt more sure of her willingness. I reduced my touches to one or two +fingers here and there, along a shoulder blade, around her ears, and her +flesh danced with excitement wherever it felt me. + + I decided to go for broke, and now slid three heavy fingers right down +her spine and paused, pressing lightly right at the top of her cleft. My +other hand I cupped over her forehead. I held her there, feeling my weight +pressing her down. Her eyes were screwed tightly together, and her mouth was +open. She had not moved her head in a while, there was a damp spot where +saliva had dribbled out onto the mattress. + + "Zarah," I tried in a firmer voice, "Your body responds to me eagerly. +I have only to touch you and your body obeys... You want only to obey my +voice and my touch." I slid lower, against the upward thrusting of her +buttocks, slid my strong fingers further between her cheeks, down along her +hot, furry channel. My oiled fingers split her thick labia easily, and slid +between her cheeks, which only quivered, and offered no refusal. + + The flat of my palm now reached way under her and cupped her mons, +lifting upwards lightly, and her ass surged straight off the table as she +breathed "yess... yesssss!" + + I removed my hands and stood back ogling the arch of her spine, the +extreme tight curvature of her buttocks, and the clenching and relaxing of +her fists. I gloried in the film of sweat that shone over her entire skin. + + "You may lower your beautiful buttocks now," I continued, in a very +firm, matter-of-fact tone. "You may relax for a moment... but only for a +moment. Remain ready instantly to respond again. Remain in your deep, +obedient state. I want you to acknowledge my control now. Please repeat... +you hear only my voice... " + + "I hear only your voice... " + + "I am your master." + + "... You... you are... " she offered up a slight hesitation, and I +pressed her head and buttocks down again, forcing some breath out of her. + + "I... am... your... master." + + This time the response was quick, accompanied by a long, shuddery sigh. + + "Yes. You are my master." + + "Yes," I intoned, rewarding her surrender with another intimate, +slippery caress. "Feel my strong hand as your body lets it sliiiide right +over you. Now Zarah, I will allow you a few moments to lie completely +submissive and peaceful, knowing that I will control your thoughts and +actions as I wish. Remain in your sweet rest until I command you further." +With another light stroke I left her there, legs apart, one knee bent +slightly. + + In the outer office, Kathy's eyes widened as she took in my my oily +fingers and the flush on my face. + + "I have to have a camera... the office camcorder!" I sputtered... +"Zarah... Zarah's... come, please and set it up for me?" I pleaded. She +looked solemnly at me, then without a word went to a cupboard. She brought +back tripod and camera to the bedroom, where she started at the sight of her +boss in that uncharacteristic position! + + Still without a word, she set up and started the camera, then climbed up +on the large bed and just watched us. + + Returning to the table, I reasserted my control over Zarah effortlessly +with a few fluttery passes, then positioned her stretched out face- downwards, +with her legs pressed together. I made sure the camera could see every inch +of her body. I breathed softly into an ear hole, and stepped back again. I +rolled the table out into the room, so I could step behind it and be on- +camera. + + "I can see everything, Zarah, al-l-l of your body is mine to control. +All of your will is fixed on obedience and submission... it feels so-o-o good +to obey your master! Speak!" I held my breath - was this carrying things +too far? + + "... I... obey... my master... " she droned, in a drugged tone. + + "Yes, of course you do," I commanded. "And now, Zarah, now you will +notice that when I speak about your body it will feel just like the powerful, +arousing magnetic touch of my hand. My voice will touch you. I will +demonstrate this to you now." I knelt down and placed my head next to hers, +so my face would be visible on-camera. + + "I will begin long, hot caress now... from your nape... " and I briefly +touched her neck "... down, down, down your back... that's it, the pressure +moves right down your sensitive backbone... pressing you strongly down, down, +down deeper and deeper into compliance... " + + Sure enough, she arched herself as if in response to an actual physical +caress. + + "Your arms are being stroked now, right down to their fingertips... " +and her fingers twitched and fisted up as before. + + "Back dow-w-w-wn your spine, and now to a lovely light brushing and +cupping of your buttocks." They quivered with a quick muscular contraction. +"Yes, those globes are s-o-o-o sensitive! Swirling, tickling, caressing and +stimulating very, very lightly al-l-l over your buttocks... your beautiful +hot buttocks... keep your knees together now!" + + Her knees bent forward under her, pushing her buttocks off the bed. I +moved back around to pan the camera in close-up from her tense face, right +along to her tush. + + "Continual delicious circling, circling, circling... I own your ass, +Zarah... I possess every luscious inch of your flesssshhh... give it to me, I +will you to feel it!" + + She was flexing visibly, ass circling in mid-air, as she had when I was +actually touching her earlier. One cheek tightened, then the other, then +both would stick up farther for a moment, displaying her anus and the rear +portion of her hairy slit. I continued her arousal verbally, talking to her +of her obedience. + + Katherine was still... just watching, but her eyes were large and moist +in the lowered light of a bedside lamp. I moved over to her. + + "Is this alright for you, Kathy?" I asked. "It's so strong, I have to +do it!" + + She looked back at Zarah, and her hands began to slide under her skirt. +She turned her humid orbs to me, and whispered: + + "In the drawer there, the top drawer, James!" + + I withdrew a good-sized dildo, and handed it to her. I watched as she +fingered it suggestively. + + I returned to MY subject... MY subject, with her butt now humped up into +the air! + + "You are trying to keep your knees together, and yet I can see right +between your hot cheeks! That's right, no matter how hard you try and try to +resist my power, you find that your arousal is pumping hot blood into your +very secret places. Pumping and pumping right into them! + + "Those very secret, private places are hot!" I chanted, "hot and +beginning to fill up. Yes, I see your moist, thick flesh as it begins +pouting and parting... You've never experienced this thrill before, have you? +To fe-e-l-l those lips of your sex become plump... plumper... plump - er and +plump - er... say it, my sweet Zarah, say it!" + + I was popping little breaths into her ear with each word, and she +responded: "... plumper... plumper... plumper... plumper..'' + + "Yes, so hot and they push outwards, they're so deliciously hot and +plump, aren't they? There's no secret now, Zarah they're pouting open as I +seduce you and arouse your inner heat with my power... " + + And there they were as I returned to check the camera, her inner labia +swollen out dramatically, moist and reddish-brown before my feasting eyes. I +moved the camera to one side, and set a fairly tight shot on her fanny. I +removed my clothing, and my erection was twitching as I moved up behind that +incredible sight. + + Katherine's skirt had hiked up, and her thighs squeezed together, as she +ran her play penis over them, then slipped it under her white cotton panties, +rubbing it around. Her dampness allowed her own inner engorgement to be +visible to my fascinated eyes. She twisted her pelvis against the seductive +feelings of her smooth, thick tool. It pushed the sodden material aside, and +poked and slid delicately across the top of her triangle. + + I made sure that both she and the camcorder had a clear view of Zorah's +intimate organs, no longer intimate at all, but brazenly outthrust. + + "Yes, your knees are together, but your sex is wide wide open now. I am +right behind you. You will now feel the hot head of my erect penis stimulate +you even further. Feel it? I will tease your plump pussy up and down... +up... and back down... spreading your hot, flowing arousal everywhere." I +let my twitching touch her at random all round her rotating ass. + + "You hear nothing except my voice, my commands and your own pleasure +sounds," I said quickly, because Kathy over on the bed had plunged her tool +quickly inside her, and now lay there moaning as it stuck out from her pussy. +She tapped on its end occasionally, and squeezed her thighs together. + + Yes, Zarah was ready... her voice urgent now as she repeated sensuously, +sort of to herself now: "Plump-er... plump - er... " + + "Zarah, feel," I now ordered. "Feel all your heightened tension now, as +waves of delicious moist tingling spread from your cunt outwards!" + + I inserted my cock tip into her, and was unprepared for her instant +reaction! Her rear pushed backwards right over most of my length. She gave +an almost inaudible whimper. She moved forward again too quickly, and I +stopped her hips to make sure we both felt every inch of our throbbing +contact. + + I held her still, and watched as her lips stretched open to admit my +knob, then stared as her tight channel swallowed every inch and my balls were +dangling against those quaking muscles. I saw that my pubic stubble, now +growing back out but not yet curly and soft, scraped her labia lightly. + + "Zarah, obey me! You may enjoy one silent, beautiful orgasm in ten +pulse beats. Count them to yourself... you're hotter and hotter... then come +for me! Obey!" I shouted, and gripped her cheeks, kneading her flesh. + + When her internal quiver began, I held her motionless against my belly. +Her pleasure seemed to last for minutes, fluttering against my rigidity, but +before I could come, I withdrew slowly. Her cunt lips remained fairly wide +open as I left her. I separated her knees by about two feet, and popped out +of the volcano. The air felt cold on my superheated erection, but I had +decided an a final course of action for the video. + + I showed myself to Katherine, presenting my slimy length to her hungry +eyes, and, still bearing her rigid intruder, she slid down to the edge of the +bed and presented me with HER privates! I tickled her clit a moment, then +pulled out her dildo, and gave it to her to suck on. She slurped it noisily +as I thrust into her. She wanted a good fuck, but I knew I had only enough +for one, and Zarah was still waiting further attention, so I grabbed the +dildo back, and, holding Kathy's knees apart, gave it back to her fast and +strong. As she climaxed, I suddenly stopped the thrusting motions, and +simply tapped rhythmically on the exposed base of her dildo. This caused her +to thrash about and grab onto it again. I let her finish herself off, quite +loudly. Zarah paid no notice. + + I remembered Zarah's willingness to exploit my bowel and bladder control +for her own amusement. I had a brain flash. I left and returned shortly +with some towels, which I spread between her legs. I brought a saucepan in +from the kitchen, too. I positioned myself at her rear, and was soon erect +again. I dipped my cock back into her cunt an inch or so, and rotated it in +a slow circle with my hand. I pulled out and slid around her now-exposed +clitoris a few times, then parked just inside her twat again. She was moving +again, pinned by my organ in mid-air. + + "Zarah," I said, firmly, "Zarah, your body is at my command! All your +responses are mine to command, aren't they!" A quick inner plunge and an +equally quick withdrawal brought a response instantly. + + "... ah-h-h-h!... yesss... " + + I continued stimulating her pussy and surrounding area with my dick. I +had soon reduced my circling motion to just one finger. I rocked back and +forth continually with my prick, but remaining about the same depth. + + "Zarah, you know my touch can relax you or stimulate you, can't it? I +subjugated your will with my caresses, and I stimulate your beautiful sex +with just a word. Listen and obey... listen and obey... focus all your +attention on THIS finger, Zarah... " My finger circled around, twirling +lightly about her ass, moving in closer and closer to her anus. + + "That very tight sphincter is a muscle, isn't it? What am I touching +now? Answer me!'' + + "... my... bottom... " came the whisper. + + I corrected her with sudden stop of my prick, and she gasped in +surprise. I wriggled my fingertip all around the puckered anus. + + This muscle holds in the contents of your rectum, as you know very +well," I said. It is your anus. Say it!'' + + "My anus," came the answer, quickly. I resumed gently thrusts into her +cunt. + + "Yes, of course. Your anus. You must answer immediately, Zarah. Fe- e- +el your reward... here is your reward from Master," and I plunged in and out +once again. She whimpered with pleasure. + + "Yes, the anus controls your rectum and your bowels, Zarah... bowels... +your bowels... '' + + "Yes... my bowels... " came the breathless mutter as my finger roamed +over her cheeks as if poking dough, and tickled along her perineum leading to +the brown hole. + + "Bowels, Zarah... hear and obey my voice! Your bowels feel full right +now, don't they? and you will find yourself needing very soon to discharge +your wastes... to let go... to lo-o-o-osen those very strained muscles... " + + My finger paused at her back gate, and I inserted just its tip. As I +continued to speak, I withdrew my erection. + + "Just a little bit at first, you'll find a strong inner pressure +beginning to build. You soon realize your bowels are full, fuller, and +fuller as I speak to you... they are actually packed tightly with hot brown +solids, that will expand tighter against your control, Zarah... more and more +pressure... feel the pressure building... resist as best you can!" + + Soon, Zarah had lowered her hips to the bed to help her control, and her +mouth tightened up, trying to restrain the feelings I was evoking. + + I had stood up to adjust the camera angle again, when I felt soft cupped +hands roaming over my own ass, and a scalding hot tongue force its way up my +own crack! Katherine's surprise assault distracted me only for a moment. + + "You can't fight me, Zarah, you are attuned to my will now! You like +the hot feeling, the knowledge that soon I shall allow you to let go... let +go soon, on my command... test your readiness now, woman... You cannot move +now!... You are paralyzed... concentrate on my powerful finger... " + + My index finger gently circled her exposed hole and slipped further +inside. She grunted loudly at the intrusion, and her powerful sphincter +clenched around my knuckle, but I continued pushing, and slipped in to the +last joint. I soon was causing her to rotate her ass high in the air just +with the movement of my finger, and I felt her convulsive efforts to stay +closed. Her face was beet red, either from embarrassment or strain, I wasn't +sure which! + + Katherine found me bending slightly to make her own assault easier. +Soon I felt sharp teeth nipping at my buttocks, and oiled fingers slipping +between my own defenses. I pushed backwards and let her oily fingers slide +up over my balls, and back along my crack. She gently pushed her own oiled +hand up to my prick. I groaned. + + Soon, under my fingertip I could actually feel the hard end of a turd, +trying to push its way towards Zarah's entrance. "Wait, Zarah, you can't +release yet... though you want to, you won't be able to open and relax that +sphincter till I say so! It's so full, so ready, isn't it? The lovely, hot, +hot pressure inside your bowels? Tell me, Zarah!" + + She spoke loudly now, unembarassed in her need. "God... I have to +shit... it's pressing inside, so much pushing... it's hot... let it come +out... please!" As I withdrew my finger slowly, her anus was puckering and +pursing up like a kissing mouth, and the brown head of that first turd soon +appeared in the opening. + + "What do you feel there at your opening, Zarah?'' + + "Ngnghh... a turd... can't hold it in much longer... nghghgh... " + + "Yes you can, because I leave you just enough control to make you wait!" + + Each time she dropped her control, more and more of the turd peeped out +from her anus. Finally it had poked out too far to be withdrawn, and a +little hard lump was cut off, and fell onto the towels spread beneath her. + + My own lower half seemed to have been dipped in oil by this time, as +Katherine's teasing fingers slid everywhere. I wanted my own release now, +but decided to take Zarah in her ass. + + "Zarah!" I now finished, "You are so tired now, and I will now let you +relax your control... as I pull your cheeks apart, wider and wider, wider and +wider, the impulse to release will overwhelm you. Your crack will open wide +now. You must let those long, hot turds push and thrust right out! Your +body wants to expel. Your hole will spasmodically release. You may l- o-o-o- +osen your bowels now, Zarah. Open them and release... here it comes... +letting go al-l-l that pressure... feels so good now, Zarah... now!" + + I grasped her butt, and slowly and rhythmically pulled the cheeks wider +apart. They softened and relaxed, but I felt her belly tighten beneath her. + + Instantly, the first turd thrust smoothly out of a wide open sphincter, +and her cracked voice bawled out. "Un-n-ngh... un-g-g-h-h!" With each of my +pulls outward, more and more brown matter appeared, dropping down over her +pussy hairs, and plopping in lumps onto the towels. I released my grip on +her ass to grab the saucepan, but still her expulsions continued. She was +now moaning and sighing very low with relief. + + I held the pan below and slightly behind her crack. I knew that +urination would follow, and sure enough, a bright stream shot out backwards, +as she lost all residual control. The hissing was loud as the urine splashed +into the pan. + + Soon her clenching abdomen forced out the last small dribbles from +bladder and rectum. + + When the flow trickled to a halt, I told her: + + "Now, Zarah, relax now... there's just your beautiful ass right up in +mid air - relaxing from your delicious release. You will keep it way, way up +in the air, while I clean you, and you may tell me how it felt.'' + + "I couldn't hold back... I had to let go... I had to give up and let +everything out of my bottom... it was looser and looser... ah-h-h!" she +sighed deeply, shuddered and became completely limp. I cleaned her up with +soft moist cloths, Katherine helping, then suddenly decided I'd like to try +buttfucking my mistress. I wanted her clean inside, so I went and got her +enema bag, filled with warm water. + + "Remain motionless, and hold in this luscious liquid, Zarah," I +commanded, and injected her bowels with the enema probe. I left the nozzle +sticking out of her asshole for a time, focusing the camera extra closely on +the sight. Then, at my order, she released the liquid into the pan, and I +repeated the dosage a couple of times, until her output was clear. I then +dried her, to the sound of her deep, soft exhalations. + + "Beautiful, Zarah, you relaxed, happy and ready for one final climactic +release. Prepare for your master." + + I then paid tribute to her completely exposed beauty with soft suckings, +licks and kisses. I slid her down the table until her rump hung over the +edge of the pad. I lubricated my cock with pussy juice and lotion. She lay +panting but motionless, as I slid my hardness into her pussy, pulled out, and +rubbed myself all around her glistening crack. When my cock touched the +anus, I was pleased to note an automatic loosening of her muscle, and I +slowly and gently pushed the tip of my dick inside. I found that her +distended rectum was quite moist with natural mucus, and she gave way easily +to my penetration. I slid slowly and steadily in, in, in, and soon my balls +were brushing against her labia. + + I rested there for a while, savoring complete dominance, and then, +reaching forward grasped her wrists, and tugged them till her hands lay under +her pelvic bone. + + With my dick throbbing inside her empty bowel, I began whispering +arousal suggestions to Zarah, while stroking and tickling her perineal area +more and more insistently. + + "You will now become extra, extra horny, lover... " I commanded. +"Rouse yourself, Zarah... your rectum is completely filled... it is stuffed, +and your cunt is glistening with your juices... feel that hot, hot cunt... +that extra hard clit, poking out from your lips... poking out harder and more +sensitive from those hot, sweet cunt lips... juicy... you're so very very +juicy that you must feel for yourself. Fe-e-e-el yourself... stroke and +tickle yourself while I stimulate your bottom again! I command you to +masturbate, harder and harder, Zarah... masturbate now!" + + I felt her muscles clench spasmodically around my cock as she began to +finger herself, and as she moved swiftly towards orgasm, I held myself still +and just watched and felt the show. The buttocks impaled beneath my gaze +were racked by tremors. Katherine was now rubbing them with one hand, while +her other worked around my own crack. + + Now Zarah's final climax let go, and the pressures and squeezings of her +sphincter on my cock were just unbelievable! Her pelvis dropped flat onto +her flailing hands, popping my stalk out unexpectedly, even as my own pre- +orgasmic liquid was beginning to drip. My own legs trembled as I stood up on +tiptoes, rubbing myself along her crack, and Katherine jerked me off, her own +hand a blur as it slid up and down, and she tickled my own anus unmercifully, +actually trying to hook me into the air with one crooked finger. + + My dick could hold no more blood, and was painful! And now my pumping +began. A flare in my testicles! I held back, held back, held back, then let +go. My penis bubbled and boiled over, flowing its thickened cream over +Zarah's lower body as Kathy flipped its bulb over and over in Zarah's taut +crevasse. Another small jet that felt like a quart covered her! and Kathy +now just contented herself with caressing my buttocks and lightly pulling and +milking out the last of my flow, spreading it over the sweat-misted, +softening curves of my mistress... mistress no longer. + + Zarah's arms were pulled from underneath her. I noticed that her eyes +had partly opened, unfocused, and that her softened lips were slkightly +upturned in a very small smile. I spread her cheeks one last time, and +gently paid oral tribute to her submission, laving and gently probing her +now-flaccid labia. Zarah pulsed once again, and she sighed weakly as Kathy +and I slid her back up on the massage table. + + "Zarah, my treasure, my teacher, my slave... you will sleep, sleep and +dream of me, and my farewell to you," I now ordered. "Sleep deeply now, you +may awaken when you are ready." + + I told Kathy, who still caressed the totally flattened body of her boss, +to insert the dildo partway into Zarah's anus and leave it sticking there. I +left the camera and videotape to run out, and dressed myself. Zarah would +view it in future, I was sure. + + Katherine now clung to me, and I led her over to the bed. I tucked her +in, and she kissed me deeply, eyes shining, and whispered, "I know I'll see +you again, James, sometime! Zarah will be back, and if she never does, I'll +come myself!" + + I left the motel. As I write these last lines of my "fantasy," six +years after that evening, I have not heard from either lady again. Much of +it seems like a dream to me, and to Brenda, Lily, Bill and Teresa and a +couple of others. Yes, I still see them occasionally. I am married now, to +a wonderful free-spirit (and good subject!) whom you have already met in this +account. My total preoccupation with hypnosis has diminished, though we +often semi-pretend with each other, to play-act that one has enslaved the +other. + + ************************************************** + + Since you've read this very long account, I assume that it has given +you some pleasure, some excitement... possibly some intense moments that may +have resonated within your own psyche... To command, to obey, to pretend to +command or obey... all these powerful "control" issues can bring powerful +pleasure to those attuned to them. Perhaps you've been sitting in an easy +chair while reading... or reclining on bed or couch... perhaps your own hand, +or the hands of a loved one, have wandered into your secret gardens, +stimulated by some of the passages. Perhaps you felt so strongly influenced +by thse words passing under your scanning eyes, that you felt some sexual +stimulation suffuse your body, as your eyes would scan left to right, scanning +left to right... word upon word, sentence upon sentence, page after page, as +you felt yourself becoming more aroused and more aroused as you allowed your +gaze to scan automatically on and on and on..... And now, as your eyes wander +across my final words, back and forth across the long long lines of letters, +left to right... you may feel with each scan and each drop that warm buzz in +your own lids as the eyes must drop down again. Your eyes scan along, drift.. +and drop another line, and they can strain as you feel your eyelids scan and +drop again and drop again to a new line as you may feel them just droop down +lower, that's right, and now at the edge of this line your eyes may just drop +down easily... each time more and more heavily... the lids feeling heavier +and more and more heavy... drooping lower and lower and lower... and +drop those heavy eyes and those heavy heavy lids as you drift off +heavier and heavier now, soon your heavy burning lids may just +droop completely shut and you may hear your breath soften +and your limbs sink, and your mind focus and you can +just strain your eyes to focus... across the last... +heavy... heavy lines... and your eyes may +soon close heavily, and you drop into +an exciting doze where your most +intimate visions and dreams +may be realized.... here +you go now... you can +barely see these... +last.. lines... +and you are +drifting +away... +drift +now +and +go +on +and +on +and +on +and +on diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zenobia.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zenobia.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..448ed8e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/Z/zenobia.txt @@ -0,0 +1,295 @@ +Archive-name: Amazon/zenobia.txt +Archive-author: Emish +Archive-title: Passion Challenge + + +It's a place nobody seems to hear about, a private place, the kind of +"in" spot that's purposely kept under wraps by those who go there. +From the outside, it looks like any of a hundred run-down and +abandoned warehouses that are found around the dock area. But one +you are inside the backdoor, after you've walked up the creaky stairs +to the big second floor loft, then you will find yourself in a lavishly +fitted gymnasium. But this isn't your typical gym, there's something +very unusual about this place! The first thing you notice is the circular +pit, a sunken area which dominates the center of the main room. A +raised section about three feet high all around the pit serves as seating +for the onlookers as they observe the action that takes place below +them. The pit itself is thickly padded with what appears to be a thick, +firm, foam rubber surface. And inside this pit you'll usually find a +couple of members engaged in a squirming, straining wrestling match. +Most of the time there's also a crowd of spectators gathered around +the rim of the pit, cheering the entwined wrestlers.In fact, that was +exactly what was happening last night when I got to the gym about +7:00PM. I eased my way through the crowd until I could see down +into the pit. Had you been there with me, you may have been surprised +to discover a pair of half-naked women wrestling like a pair of +wildcats.Oh, I forgot to tell you that this very secret gymnasium was +restricted to women members only. Men were not allowed! And if +you're wondering how I happened to be there, well it's quite simple . . . +I own the building. The women members get to use the space rent- +free, so long as I can come and go as I please, and this is a stipulation +that I take advantage of as often as I possibly can.So there I was, the +only man in that huge, private gymnasium full of fabulously fit females, +most of them stripped down to the bare minimum in of exercise gear, +with several wearing only thong bikinis. And almost everyone had +stopped what ever they were doing to gather around the pit to watch a +pair of even more scantily clad women wrestle in the pit. I immediately +recognized one of the women as being Anita Burns, the gym's +undisputed champion of the pit. But I couldn't make out who her +opponent was, since she was smothered flat beneath Anita's six-foot- +two of sleek, muscular weight in a full length body press. Anita was +stretched out along the other woman's body with her long legs +entwined around the other's thighs and calves in a grapevine leg lock. +Both of Anita's solidly biceped arms were wrapped securely beneath +the woman's moving as if in slow motion. And at this precise moment, +it was obvious that Anita was in full control of the match, which wasn't +that unusual. It always excites me to watch Anita wrestle. She has the +intricately defined muscularity of a champion bodybuilder, and yet she +retains the lush curvaceousness of an old Petty Girl or Varga pinup +model. It is this rather bizarre juxtaposition of sculptured muscularity +and dazzling feminine beauty that has always blown my mind. And +Anita knows it, too. Anita is a shameless tease. But pity the poor guy +who falls for her. Believe me, the strongest most self-assured man who +ever lived would be mere putty in Anita's capable hands. You see, +Anita is a card-carrying feminist. She deeply resents the dominant +position of men in the world, and seems to work overtime at turning +men on, just so she can shut them off when they least expect it. That's +how Anita gets her kicks . . . that and wrestling in an erotic, nude- +muscled, sweat-slippery contest of strength with another woman. And +that was what she was doing right now within that circle of cheering +female gym members. And me!From the looks of things, I'd almost +arrive too late. The two nearly naked bodies down there on the rubber +mat were hardly moving at all, and it appeared that Anita was even +now asking her opponent if she was ready to give up. Some of the +onlookers were even moving away from the pit, wandering back to +their exercise routines as if the battle was already over. I decided that +they were right, and started to walk on back to my office. But for +some reason I paused and gave a final glance over my shoulder. Good +thing I did, else I'd have missed a startling sight. The woman locked +beneath Anita had arched upward in a bridge, almost toppling Anita +from her perch. Then the woman began bucking and heaving like a +wild mare. Anita battled to stay locked in place atop her opponent's +squirming, thrashing body, without too much success. The other +woman, and I still couldn't make out who it was, was able to spring +her legs free of Anita's punishing grapevine. Then she wrenched from +side to side until she had wriggled free of Anita's hard locked bear hug. +On hands and knees, the woman tried to scramble away across the +mat. But Anita was too fast for her. She leaped back upon the woman, +trying to regain the advantage. Anita was able to snake both muscular +arms around the woman's waist, while at the same time her powerful +thighs scissored her adversary's body in a vise of wrenching strength. +A quick murmur of appreciation came from the crowd that remained +around the pit, as they saw their champion smother her opponent one +more time. This time the woman appeared to be trapped, unable to +move even a finger. Once again it appeared that the match was soon to +be over. There didn't seem to be a way in the world that the woman +could escape the champion's clutches again. But just as I was thinking +that thought, the woman dug her heels into the yielding surface of the +mat, spreading her feet wide apart, and then heaved both of them +across the sweat-slick mat in a tumbling roll. Out of that flurry of +action, the two women wrestlers emerged in a new combination of +holds and grips. And this time it was Anita who was on the bottom +being pinned! The two women faced away from one another, head to +foot, but still belly to belly as they lay there. Anita's opponent was half- +sitting and half-reclining on Anita. A split-second earlier, Anita had +snaked her long, powerful legs around the other woman in a kind of +reverse scissors. Anita lay back, holding herself off the mat by resting +her supple weight on both elbows. Her adversary reached down with +both hands to grab Anita's lithe hips, trying to wrench those python- +like thighs from around her waist. But Anita's strangling scissors +held!And now, finally, I could get a clear view of that female wrestler +on the mat with Anita. And I could hardly believe my eyes. The +woman was absolutely gorgeous! She was also as perfectly muscled as +Anita, and THAT was saying something. I continued staring at her +with amazement, wondering how it was possible that I hadn't seen this +beautiful woman in the gym before. I found myself wondering just +where this new gym member had come by her wrestling ability, and +how she had developed such incredible strength and feminine +muscularity! At least from what I could see of her, Carla was as +superbly built as her opponent. Anita or Carla could have tied for the +championship in any heavy-weight class bodybuilding show they +wanted to enter. Now I'd better admit to something right off the bat. I +LOVE big, well-muscled women. By that I don't mean the huge, +"butchy" , monstrous females with bulging muscles that take away all +sense of their femininity. Today's body-builders, with their beautifully +chiseled and self-sculpted muscularity are what I have in mind. I myself +am just a tad over six feet, so when a woman is close to my size (or +even bigger) I'm in 7th heaven. And this newcomer to the gym fit right +into my sexual predilection for women: beautiful, athletic, muscular +body types who also liked to wrestle! Carla fit that predilection +perfectly! This magnificent young Amazon was a complete stranger to +me, but I certainly didn't intend that to be the case for long.So there I +was, looking down into the pit at this stunning young Amazon, whom +I'd not seen before. At that point I turned to one of the women +standing next to me and asked her about the woman down there in the +pit with Anita. Actually, I think my questions was something like: +"WOW! So who's that chick wrestling with the Champ? "Yeah, she's +really something, isn't she," the women beside me replied. "Hey, that's +right . . . I don't think you've seen Carla before. She's a brand new +member, joined only a couple of days ago."Well, that helped to explain +why she was wrestling with Anita. Every new member was almost +immediately given a challenge by Anita, just to make certain the new +girl knew who was boss-lady of the gym. It was sort of like an +initiation rite. But usually the newcomer lasted no longer than a couple +of minutes and was then let loose, much the wiser as to who was the +Queen Bee of the gymnasium."So how long have they been at it," I +asked."You won't believe this, but they've been wrestling for a half- +hour, and I mean all out," replied the woman beside me. In fact, the +new girl, Carla, dammed near had Anita pinned flat on her fanny in the +first five minutes. I could hardly believe my ears. Anita was the best +I'd ever seen. I had even wrestled with her a few times, in some hot +and heavy after-hour sessions when every one else had left the gym. +Each time we'd gone at it, Anita had me tied up within five minutes or +less. I would have given anything to have had the match last longer, +and had fought with my best effort, but just couldn't even come close +to defeating her. And maybe it was just my male ego, but I couldn't +believe that anyone else, especially a woman, could wrestle Anita for +half an hour without being yelling out an "uncle". But as I looked +down into the wrestling pit, I could see why this new girl, Carla, had +lasted so long. It was her speed, and the way in which she caught +Anita in sinewy holds that I didn't even recognize. It was obvious that +this Carla was a skilled wrestler. However, right now Carla wasn't able +to use either her speed or tricky holds. She was being held prisoner +within the hard-muscled vise of Anita's crushing scissors.Carla heaved +and bucked within the grasp of Anita's powerful thighs, trying +frantically to squirm free of that devilish hold. Had she not possessed +such incredibly well-developed abdominals, those squeezing legs +would have crushed her into sobbing defeat long ago. But every time +Anita's legs levered inward another notch, Carla would tighten the +silken bands of sinewy strength across her flat belly, and the +washboard-like abs were able to resist the pressure. Anita's face +mirrored the amazement she felt at Carla's unexpected ability to +neutralize her most punishing hold, the crushing scissors. No one had +ever lasted more than a couple of minutes in one of Anita's scissors. +Yet Carla had battled Anita for almost three quarters of an hour now, +without submitting to those strangling legs. What worried Anita was +that those coiled, encircling python-like thighs were just beginning to +cramp from the exertion of her hold. Her rippling thighs were +beginning to ache, and her splendidly molded calves were bunched and +quivering in spasms of ultra-flexed effort. Then, finally, with a growl +of frustration, Anita was forced to release her scissors from around +Carla's adversary in a kind of reverse head-lock. Then, in a display of +amazing pure female strength, Anita slowly lifted both of them from +off the mat. Carla's big sweat-slippery body was bent backward, taut +as a bow. I was now able to see, for the first time really, Carla's upper +torso in all of its breath-taking magnificence.Bent backward as she +was, Carla's sinewy belly flattened out and became drum-hard. Carla's +solidly formed breasts were arched upward, nipples hard and erect +from the friction of rubbing back and forth against the bare flesh of her +opponent.Slowly, inexorably Carla was being brought up from the +mat. Her legs, hard-flexed and straining to maintain balance, were +beginning to quiver spasmodically. Actually, Anita never quite got +Carla all the way up and onto her feet. Just as Carla reached the half- +way point, Carla seemed to do a quick backflip and went right on over +Anita's broad shoulders. That acrobatic flip had released her from the +bondage of Anita's tortuous headlock. They got back up to their +feet.They were circling again. The two half-naked women stalked one +another, looking for just the right opening that would give one or the +other an advantage. When they did finally leap forward to resume their +wrestling, we could hear their sweaty bodies coming together with a +resounding SPLAT of wet flesh. They stood there for a moment, their +bodies locked together as they strove to master each other. The two +women spun and twisted, each trying to off-balance the other. Then, +finally, they tumbled back down to the thick mat.Carla had somehow +managed to capture Anita in a strangely effective combination of +holds, a body lock and head scissors. Anita was locked in an upside- +down position, leaving her head between Carla's muscular thighs. Both +of Anita's legs were dangling down. Carla had wrapped her strongly +biceped arms around her opponent's thighs, leaned back, and strained +in her dual holds of torture as she rocked Anita back and forth. Carla +took a deep breath, ballooning her naked breasts and sucking in her +flat belly, as she squeezed a little harder. Anita somehow fought free of +Carla's holds just enough to bring her own strong arms into play. The +two naked Amazons lay tight-locked together, putting everything they +could into their holds . . . Carla with her strangling scissors locked into +place around Anita's head and upper shoulders, while her strong, +muscular arms held Anita's arms immobilized in a bear hug. Anita, on +the other hand, had managed to hook one arm around Carla's head in a +necklock, and tried to bring her own grappling thighs into play.Their +bodies were by now steaming hot from the exertion, and sweat +gleamed on their naked flesh. Their two muscular bodies slid back and +forth against one another; breasts rubbing against satiny breast until +their nipples were stiff and aching, smooth bellies slurping together, +powerful thighs rippling and coiling like pythons around each other's +straining bodies.There was a strange glazed look to Anita's eyes, and +her breath was coming in hot, panting gasps against Carla's face. A +low moan came from between Anita's parted lips, as she seemed to +strain even more tightly against the slippery body of the woman who +lay within her grappling limbs. It was not a moan of pain, but of erotic +delight!I knew from experience just what was going on down there in +the pit as Anita wrestled Carla. I'd discovered during one of our own +late-night tussles on the mat that Anita was certainly no Lesbian. At +least she had gotten just as turned-on as I did, particularly after a solid +five minutes of sweat-slippery grappling in nearly naked combat. At +first I'd figured that it was just the fact that she delighted in besting a +man in physical strength that got her so aroused. Perhaps it was an +overt reaction of her hard-core feminism, and her distaste of being +dominated. But I had seen that same kind of arousal take place during +particularly long wrestling bouts with women, too. But the fact that +she was even now obviously in the throes of lusty eroticism as her +body ground against the nude-muscled torso of Carla wasn't absolute +proof of her being bisexual. At least I was certain of one thing; Anita +and Carla would not end their wrestle in the same was that the +Amazon pit-champ and I had ended ours on two occasions! Hm- +mmmm, but then we had no spectators looking on during our late- +night battles down on the wrestling mat. Anita had taken me down into +a body-smothering pin on the yielding surface of that rubbery mat +twice. Once to win the bout, and once to make me yield to her +passion! But this match with Carla was different. I could see that as I +looked down at them now.For almost another twenty minutes they +strained together. Anita used every wrestling trick she'd ever learned, +but she could not seem to make her beautiful opponent give up her +dual holds. And Carla was just as unable to pin Anita, despite her own +tricky moves and devilish holds. None of us had ever seen anything +like this before! In fact, a couple of the bystanders were already +suggesting that we climb down into the pit and stop this savage +wrestle before someone really got hurt. But then, a moment later, we +heard a muffled voice cry out: "Oh-hhhhhh God! Please . . . I give up, +I quit! Uncle!" The two women were so tightly enwrapped in each +other's arms and legs that none of us could tell who had yielded. Then +I saw that tears were streaming from Anita's eyes, as she once again +cried out in surrender. For an instant, it appeared that Carla did not +hear Anita's cries of pain and vanquishment. Carla's eyes were wide +and staring, seeing nothing. She was so intent upon maintaining her +holds that she had lost al idea of where she was or what she was +doing. But then, slowly, her mighty muscles began to release their +amazonish grip around Anita's body. And it was Carla who eventually +climbed to her feet to stand victorious over Anita. There was a new +champion of the pit! The gymnasium was rocking with the sound of +applause and cheers. Not a single person at the gym had escaped +humiliation at the hands of Anita, including myself. So we were all +delighted with the unexpected turn of events.Carla staggered over to +the edge of the pit, looking for a towel to wipe away some of the +sweat that filmed her big body. Without even thinking, I grabbed a +towel off a rack of weights and handed it to the blonde beauty. Her +brown eyes met mine, and I saw a quick frown of surprise at the sight +of a man in the all-woman gym. But then, just as quickly, she parted +her lush lips in a dazzling smile of thanks . . . and I lost my heart as +totally as Anita had just lost the wrestle!Needless to say, I got one of +the girls to introduce Carlato me within a few days of that breathtaking +wrestling bout in the pit. We hit if off from the very beginning. At first +we dated a couple of times a week, but before long it was every single +night. And before I really knew what hit me, I'd fallen hopelessly in +love with this lovely, athletic young woman.Surprisingly enough, +neither of us had ever talked about that incredible wrestling match +between Carla and Anita. I discovered very quickly that Carla was +terribly embarrassed about my having been a witness to that titanic +battle between the two half-naked woman. Carla told one of the +other girls at the gym that she was sure I'd been shocked, even "put +off" by the sight of watching two half-naked females locked in a +sweaty, disheveled battle for supremacy. Oh yeah? Well she certainly +forgot to ask me! As soon as I knew that she felt that way, I tried to +talk to Carla and let her know how proud I was of her magnificent +strength and wrestling ability. I tried, but each time it came up she +immediately changed the subject. Finally, I came to the conclusion that +for some reason, Carla was ultra-sensitive about her superbly +developed muscularity and her Amazon strength. So I found myself +playing this incredibly frustrating game with the woman I loved so +much. I pretended not to be aware of the very thing that so excited me +about her. But I knew that I couldn't keep my feelings hidden forever. +All I could do was bide my time, and wait for the right opportunity to +present itself so that I could really let Carla know how I felt about her. +But that's ANOTHER story! + +Copyright 1993 © by Emish +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a-p_fone.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/a-p_fone.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a0e8ca43 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a-p_fone.txt @@ -0,0 +1,287 @@ + this is a true story. isn't it, kel? ;'> i feel a certain + degree of shame and self-disgust when i consider the fun i had + recalling the occasion and writing it down. this is my imitation + of her imitation of my style. vengeance. nikolai alekseivitch + +#include + + The phone rang. He was crouched under the desk, phone held between +his ear and his shoulder while his fingers were occupied with the +keyboard; he waited for an answer which, after the ninth ring, came. + `Accounts, 9071 - can I help you?' + `Could i speak to the Whore of Babylon, please?' she giggled. + `Hi, scumbag! snoo you?' + `It's about this story you wrote - ' + `- which one? the one about that evening on the beach, where you -' + `- no, it's that revolting piece about the girl who gets raped by a +telephone. i'd be grateful if you would stop telling people that _i_ +wrote it.' she made a deprecatory `ahhhh' sound. + `It's a lovely bit of text. I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't +want to be associated with its creation.' He snorted cynically. + `Its single redeeming feature is that it's very visual. Nicely +described. It would make an excellent Robert Palmer Music Video, +but-' + `...but it's sexist, fascist, and indicates an attitude with an +unhealthy degree of objectification towards females?' + `- and it's not physically possible.' There was a pause. + `Wanna bet?' another pause. + `Yeah.' + `Okay, my shift ends at six tonight. I'll come right over.' she +hung up. + + Knowing that her usual way of entering a room was to kick the door +open, he left the door slightly ajar and kept working with his PC. +At about quarter past seven, he heard the sound of tyres screeching +to a stop in the street outside (`Company car.' he said to himself), +followed by footsteps crunching up the loose stones of the driveway. +Shortly, the door flew open and she strode in, throwing her bag +across the room to land in the corner. He peered out from under the +desk. She was wearing tattered jeans with slashed knees, a pair of +his reeboks and a Dead Kennedy's `Too Drunk To Fuck' t-shirt. He +said, + `You didn't wear that to work, did you? i thought the Department +of Defense had a dress code.' She grabbed his foot and dragged him +out from under the desk. + `No, I didn't, and yes, they do. So, been keeping busy?' + `Oh yeah, definitely... i must have played at least a hundred +games of "Rogue" today. She smiled and said, sarcastically, + `That's nice, dear. Oh yeah - 'got somethin' for ya.' She picked +up her bag, rummaged around in it and produced a shiny black +telephone receiver, with about a foot of coiled flex trailing from +one end. `...got it from the service elevator. it didn't work, +anyway, so hopefully this will prompt them to get it fixed.' she +stroked the end, buffed it against her t-shirt (making her breasts +jiggle) and held it out for his inspection. + The rounded end was almost as large as a baseball, narrowing +rapidly to about two centimetres' thickness at the hand-piece, which +was curved like a banana. He tapped it; it was hollow. + `I took the insides out... so, where is everyone?' + `Sister is at work, parent is carousing with various rellies at the +beach-house. `Robert Smith' is asleep on the soft-top of my car. +i'm afraid i don't know where `Vyvyan' is.' She stripped the t-shirt +off and tossed it to him. + `May I use your shower?' He matched her grin, replying, + `If you are going to do what i think you are going to do, i'd +almost insist on it. Can i, uh, watch?' + `What, me in the shower? You can join me if you'd like.' + + As she made her way to the bathroom, she left a trail of clothing, +which he gathered into a bundle. He buried his face in her t-shirt, +relishing the traces of warmth left by her body, the subtle blend of +her body odour and deodorant. While she turned on the shower-taps, +he reclined in the bath-tub, watching her through the pane of +unfrosted glass which faced the tub. When the stream of water had +reached a comfortable temperature, she stepped underneath it, rubbing +her hands through her short blonde hair, down her face and neck, over +her breasts and down her waist. There, they divided, one hand +slipping between her thighs, the other tracing the curve of her +behind. He watched, unmoving, as if in a trance. + Not expecting to be disturbed, he had left the bathroom door open +to dissipate the steam; otherwise, his view would have been obscured +within minutes; his foresight ensured that he had an uninterrupted +show. She slowly soaped herself, moving the detachable shower-head +over her body, rubbing it over her breasts, tweaking the nipples +until they stood to attention. She then lathered her hand with soap +and slipped three fingers between her buttocks, running her fingers +over the bud of her asshole, washing the soap away with the shower- +head. She turned around, pressing against the glass, her breasts +flattening out and squeaking on the wet surface as she raised herself +up on her toes, one hand gripping the shower-head, the other moving +slowly behind her. She smiled to herself when she saw that this had +motivated him to get up to join her in the shower. + `You might be more comfortable if you took some of your clothes +off.' she pointed out. He obliged, and knelt before her, pressing +his face against her hip, one hand resting on her belly, the other +flat against the back of her hand, slowly working her middle finger +in and out of her anus. Still pressed against the glass, she +replaced the shower-head and fumbled along the ledge until her +questing fingers encountered a squeeze-tube. Pausing to ensure that +it was savlon and not toothpaste (which, she had discovered, when +applied to the rear, burns like a *bastard*), she worked the top off +and smeared some on her fingers, which she then brought down to join +her other hand. He grasped her fingers, bunching them together and +pressing them between her buttocks. He then tapped her hip four +times in a certain pattern, and she passed the tube of savlon down to +him. He withdrew her hand, pushed the end of the tube against her +ass, and squeezed a minute quantity into her, pushing it in with his +index finger. She gasped and was obliged to hang on to the soap-rack +as he carefully probed her behind with two fingers, then three, and +then four. Applying more lubricant, he pressed his fingers together +and insistently worked his hand in up to the knuckles, spreading his +fingers slightly within her. He kept this up for a few minutes, +pushing her up onto her toes with each exquisitely slow motion. She +squeezed her ass around his hand, slowly relaxing the muscles after +each contraction, until he felt that she was ready; pressing his +thumb hard against his other fingers, he worked his hand completely +into her. He clenched his fist and was rewarded by her gasp of +surprise; he extracted a feverish moan by working his hand from side +to side. + `I hope... you trimmed... your finger-nails... recently.' she +managed. He smiled and spread his hand out further, tickling her +inside, tugging his hand back, dragging her away from the glass so +that he could slip his other hand between her legs to stroke her +cunt-lips. She grabbed his hand, bunching his fingers and inserting +them, matching the thrusts that he applied to her rear until he felt +that his finger-tips would meet somewhere inside her. Eventually, +she was lifted up on to her toes with each thrust; she hung onto the +soap-rack with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he +had reached the point where he could slide his hand in and out +easily, he angled his fingers as far apart as possible and with one +arm wrapped around her waist, slowly, painfully pulled his fist out +with a wet sound. She gasped and sagged into his embrace. kissing +him, she reached between his legs and asked, + `Have you been drinking excessive amounts of cough syrup again? or +have you given up erections for lent?' + `... or is it possible that i don't get off on having my arm shoved +into your ass up to the elbow? Or maybe i - hey, don't do that - +please, it - mmmmph -' + `I *know* it does, that's why I do it - OW! There's no need to +bite!' + + * * * * * + + He dried her off with a towel fresh from the drier, working his way +up from her trim ankles to the mop of hair that hung in wet strings +over her eyes. He vigorously towelled the silken strands until they +stood up in all directions, and then smoothed them down. Loosely +draped in towels, they proceeded to the bedroom. + `Now, what would be the best position for this?' she mused, half to +herself. After a moment's thought, she heaped the pillows, blankets +and sheets at one end of the bed, and lay over them, her legs +pointing straight back, spread slightly. He knelt on the floor next +to her, placing the telephone receiver on a towel along with a jar of +vaseline and the tube of savlon. She took his left hand in both of +hers, resting her cheek on his forearm, smiling up at him, and the +few reservations that he had felt about this dubious performance +vanished. He handed her the receiver, and she tucked it between her +breasts to warm it up. + He coated his index finger in vaseline and lay it lengthwise along +the divide of her behind, rotating his hand and carefully curving the +tip of his finger against her asshole. It dilated easily and he slid +his finger into her, his thumb pressing her buttocks apart, his +middle finger stroking the lips of her sex. Within thirty seconds, +he was able to squeeze his whole hand into her again, noting the +fetching way she flinched each time he squeezed his fist. + `If only Michette hadn't borrowed my video-camera!' he reflected +sadly. + + He slowly pushed his fist in up to the middle of his forearm; she +squeezed his other hand to indicate that he shouldn't go any further. +He carefully withdrew until the ridge at the base of his thumb +stretched her anus; he rotated his hand, clenching his fist, in order +to promote as much dilation as possible. He worked the widest part +of his hand in and out until he felt that she was as relaxed as +possible; he took the receiver from between her breasts and slid his +hand out of her ass, wiping it on the towel. Fascinated, he watched +her anus close slowly, like a flower. + He smeared savlon over the end of the telephone receiver and +pressed it against her behind. She took a deep breath as it parted +her buttocks; her hands gripped his as he rotated the receiver, +looking for the best angle for entry. + `Ah- ' He glanced down at her. + `Not that way?' + `No - down a bit - yeah - there - okay, push!' She arched her +back, spread her legs further apart and inhaled sharply through +clenched teeth as he forced the head of the phone in. She squeezed +back, pushing the head out slightly, relaxing and allowing it in +about another two centimetres. Her eyes widened as the widest part +of the receiver entered; just as she felt that she had to cry out, he +stopped pushing, leaving the head of the receiver wedged in, +painfully impaling her. She looked up imploringly. + `Don't stop!' she whispered. He idly stroked a savlon-coated +finger over the ring of muscle stretched around the receiver, and +then pressed it home. It slid in with a rush, her abused hole +closing over the head, settling around the relatively narrow handle. + `Oh!' she sighed in heartfelt relief. She breathed deeply, and +only then became aware of how aroused she felt. He bent down, pushed +her hair out of her eyes and kissed her. + `Okay, you were right... it *is* physically possible.' Smiling, he +added, `Do you want to emulate the rest of the story? Shove it in +and out a few times -' + `No.' she replied quickly. He grinned, and after a moment's +hesitation (during which she could plainly read his desire to do +exactly what he had suggested), she smiled back, kissing him again. +Their lips parted, and his attention returned to her behind, half of +the telephone receiver poking out from between her buttocks, curving +upward. He gently grasped the end, pushed it down, shifting the head +of the receiver within her; released it, watching it spring back up. +She bit her lip as he repeated the action. + `Okay, I think the point has been proven... if you would be so kind +as to...' He smiled slowly, regarding the receiver with his head to +one side. + `Oh, i don't know... it seems a shame, after all the effort we +went to get it in there...' He tugged on the trailing flex, twirling +the end of the receiver around, causing her shoulders to tense, her +behind smoothly flexing around the handle of the receiver. She +pressed her mouth against her forearm, teeth clenched. `Ah. That's, +that's simply beautiful...' He took the end of the receiver and +slowly rotated it to the accompaniment of her muffled squeaks of +protest, until the protruding half curved downwards, the ear-piece +within her pressing into the floor of her rectum; and then, with no +warning, sharply lifted the end, pushing it further into her. + `Oh!' He repeated the action, and she drew her legs up onto the +bed, kneeling over the pillows, arching her back and poking her +behind into the air as he lifted the receiver again, levering her +upwards until she was almost standing. He tentatively pushed the +handle in, pressing her down again; then he sensed the aroma of her +arousal, and he coaxed a shudder from her by rubbing the knuckle of +his hand against her swollen lips. She shifted slightly, reaching +down with one hand to meet his and press it into her, while she +gnawed the knuckles of her other hand in fevered lust. Together, +they recalled the rhythmic motions she had experienced in the shower, +he gently pushing and pulling on the receiver from behind, while she +pressed his fingers into her from the front, while her free hand +clenched and unclenched spasmodically... + ...and then, to their mutual surprise, she mounted and surpassed +the peak of erotic sensation, her orgasm shaking the bed and almost +snatching the receiver out of his hand. Not ordinarily given to +operatic recitals in these situations, she surprised him by giving +voice to a shrill scream (which he sincerely hoped that the next door +neighbors, a mere three metres away from his bedroom window, would +ignore). The scream degenerated into a semi-hysterical giggle as she +collapsed limply over the pillows. He pushed her legs apart, fingers +tracing the slick wetness, and carefully angled the receiver +downwards between her thighs, with a view to removing it. +Reflexively, her buttocks clenched. + `Come on,' he coaxed, `let go... you can't wear those adorably +tight denim jeans with this thing poking out of your bum, can you? +That's right... come on...' She sighed, and reluctantly relinquished +her hold. He tugged, wiggling the receiver from side to side; she +moaned and spread her legs as wide as possible. He observed the hole +stretching painfully around the obscenely broad ear-piece; the +slightly hook-like shape of the end made it even more difficult to +get out than it had been to get it in, and she whimpered as he tugged +again. He almost considered stopping; she grabbed his free hand, +squeezing it, and he was reminded of the traditional film scene of +childbirth. He tactfully resisted the impulse to say `push, honey!' +in an American accent, and instead, carefully licked the area, his +tongue caressing the straining ring of muscle; underscored by her +heart-rending whimpers, the object finally slid free. She exhaled +explosively, and he gently wiped away excess vaseline with the towel, +planting a soft kiss on her ass-cheek, then moving up to hug her and +wipe her tears away with the corner of a bed-sheet. He subdued her +shaking sobs as best as he could, kissing her eyes and stroking her +neck. + `It's okay, there's no bleeding... calm down, dearest...' she +sniffed and looked up at him with such an expression of faithful +trust that his heart almost melted within him. + `Do you... could I have some Perrier water please?' she whispered. +Making gestures of reassurance, he untangled himself from her arms, +rushed out to the kitchen and brought back a 330-ml bottle. She +gratefully accepted it, hesitantly turning over onto her back, biting +her lip as her behind settled onto the mattress. She removed the +bottle-top and drank, swallowing convulsively. They shared the +drink, occasionally pausing for slow, sensual kisses. + When it was empty, she regarded the smooth green glass, tracing the +inviting `O' of the bottle's mouth and then, grinning impishly, +pushed the bottle down between her legs and underneath her, wriggling +her hips in the air. + `Kelanie!' + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +This file is Copyright (c) Nikolai Kingsley, 1995. Unlimited +electronic reproduction and one hard-copy per user is permitted, for +non-profit use, providing that this notice is left intact. +hail eris - Fnord - all hail discordia - 93 - oops, that's my banana +-------------------------------------------------------------------- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a-scene.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/a-scene.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3c8da9a8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a-scene.txt @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ +Archive-name: Bondage/a-scene.txt +Archive-author: theClone +Archive-title: Scene, A + + +Copyright 1991 by theClone. +released into the public domain. + +the Clone fantasizes about a scene... + +I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that +there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the +image. I'm not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three +dozen rising welts on her back there were only three slashes that were +bleeding. I think they were on purpose. But they were bleeding so +well. Not a lot, mind you, but attractively. + +You see, the blood was trickling in rivulets from these three +lashes and running down her back. The scarlet tracks split and joined +and resplit as they made their way to her shapely ass. Just in the +small of her back they spread thinly into the fine lines and contours +of her skin like a red river delta. And surrounding each gash, was a +slight red spattering, where the blood mist flew from the lash and +settled. + +Where not rising or running red, her skin was pale. It was beyond +pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton +puff clouds on a fair day, her skin was. The contrast was shocking. + +She hung there, her knees bent, legs unsupportive. Still +conscious, but no longer holding herself up, she hung there by her +arms. Almost without will. Her head was bent to her chest, and I +could see that the strain on her shoulders was tremendous. Yet she +hung as she had been told to before the whipping. The fact that she +could relieve the pressure on her shoulders but chose not to was +unfathomable. Admirable. + +He was standing behind her, and a little to her right. She +wouldn't have been able to see him even if she craned her neck. But +she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on +the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul +would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of +us with it, but safety was cheap insurance. + +"Watch her carefully," he whispered to me. "Let me know if she +moves. I'll be right back." + +I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom. + +In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an +armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of +our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a +dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a +spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the +container down. He walked up right behind her. + +"I'm back my love," he said into her ear. "You may stand now. Are +you ready for more?" + +She carefully placed her feet, and slowly straightened her legs, +taking the pressure off of her shoulders a bit at a time. She flexed +her shoulders what little her restraints allowed. She shifted her +weight back and forth on her feet until she seemed comfortable, rolling +her head a bit as she did. In a minute she was standing straight and +firm. Admirable, indeed. + +"If it please you, my love," she said, "I would indeed like more." + +As soon as she finished speaking he spread the substance across her +back. "Ungh," she gasped loudly, as if barely stifling a scream. +She almost lost her balance and her knees bent as she reflexively +strained forward. + +"Salt," I whispered to Tim, next to me. + +"Not even Paul would do that," Tim replied. + +"Paul would do anything, and Trish almost so. Trust me, it's +salt," I said. + +Paul's glance darted to us only briefly, but it spoke volumes. I +made a mental note to stay off the business end of his whip until he'd +had time to forget that I'd spoken almost aloud during his scene. + +He wetted a cloth from a bottle of water and wiped down her back. +She sighed at the cleansing and the cool feeling on her hot welts. + +"Shhhh, darling," he said. "Rest a moment." + +Paul took that moment to carefully remove his clothes, fold them, +and place them neatly on one of the tables in the playroom. This too +was behind Trish, and she couldn't tell what he was doing. Paul +doesn't have the most magnificent body I've ever seen, but it is quite +firm and flexible and serviceable. And he could use it well, when he +so chose. When he turned back to the scene, his erection made it clear +that tonight would be one of those times. + +He walked back to her, picking up the tube of lube along the way +and opening it. He knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He +lubed her hole well while licking the extra salty blood now drying in +the small of her back. He rose, lubed himself equally well and dropped +the tube nearby, just in case. He walked back to his pile of items and +picked up a small paddle like thing I couldn't quite see. He slipped +the wrist strap over his hand. + +He went back to her and spread her cheeks again. He positioned his +penis at her ass and entered just slightly. Paul then put his hands on +her hips and pulled her firmly to him. + +"Ungh," she grunted again. She relaxed and slide steadily onto him +until he was all the way in. Then he slowly pulled back until his head +was just inside of her sphincter, and he proceeded with one more slow +relaxing stroke. + +As he was about to begin his stroke again, he grabbed the paddle +that was hanging around his wrist, and I saw that it wasn't a paddle at +all. I was stunned to see that it was a currycomb. I wondered where +he got it; I hadn't known that the Club had one. + +This time, as he began his slow stroke in, he dragged the currycomb +firmly down her back, until it and his pelvis met at the blood delta in +the small of her back. She screamed. There were many red parallel +tracks crisscrossing the welts and cuts his lash had already induced. +On the out stroke, he didn't touch her back, but rather bent his head +and blew cool air across the fresh marks. She sighed. + +This then became his rhythm. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. +Out-stroke-bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke- +bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. +In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. And her rhythm was +scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream- +pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. + +The pauses became shorter as Paul sped up. Her sighs became +grunts, and her screams became scream-moans as they slid into the +grunts that had been sighs. He was relentless and tireless. In +minutes there were bright red streaks across her entire back running +from shoulder to ass. She had begun to bleed again from her cuts, and +she had fine red welts rising on top of her wide, wild lash welts. + +When he came, he was buried deep inside her, and she shuddered +once, straining against her chains as he pressed her forward. She +shuddered again when he withdrew, still semi-erect. He walked to her +front for the first time since the scene began and kissed her gently. + +"I love you," he said. + +She mumbled something I couldn't hear in reply and let her head sag +onto her chest. He held her up, unchained her arms and carried her +carefully over to another of the tables. He wrapped her in the blanket +he'd had ready there and carried her up to her room. He would come +back later to get his things, right now she was his first concern. + +We filed out of the playroom and into the library, where we each +got a glass of our favorite vice. I looked at Tim. He was already +looking at me. + +"Maybe he will ask to do me next," I said. + +"Or maybe I will," said Tim. + +"Or maybe I'll ask to do you," I said looking at him with my best +lascivious glance. + +"Maybe I'd let you," he said. + +Do The Job, theClone. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a_friend.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/a_friend.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4944b0ae --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a_friend.txt @@ -0,0 +1,583 @@ + "A Friend in Need" +By: Phil Phantom + + We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a +decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago. +We've added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den. +Our neighbors are jealous, but they're still friends. We've +known most of them from the beginning--four couples especially. +They've all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped +them all from time to time. I'm lucky, I suppose. I'm a +top-notch salesman. I'm never out of work or money. I'm also +free with my money. My friends think I'm generous to a fault. +When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We +entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground. +The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there's +no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where +you are. + Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew +them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells +Avon--mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly +regularly. I've had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times +when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She's had Rachel +more than I have - also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased +about that a great deal. She's straight as an arrow with a body +that is anything but straight. + Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez +keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their +business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically +depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as +well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl's sperm bank. Though the +debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and +Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to +be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the +chubby side. I've never fucked Inez, probably never will. + David and Sue are our holy rollers. They never miss church, +though they've given up on winning converts from any of us. +David is the only guy that has never fucked my wife, though she +has tried. Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and +spread her legs at the snap of my finger. I had to use a little +friendly blackmail to condition her - a few immodest pictures +taken at a drunken bash on New Years Eve 1986 did the trick. Sue +needs an excuse to commit adultery, but GOD can that woman commit +adultery! She's a genuine three-holer holy roller. Praise the +Lord! + She's also the mother of my second child (two-year-old +Jennifer). This caused quite a scandal. I have fire red hair. +David and Sue are both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair. +David just started returning to the group last year, though Sue +never left. David turns a blind eye to his wife's infidelity. I +get a big kick out of making it difficult for him. Getting her +pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill and +avoid sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her track her +cycles for me and report to me for twice-daily screwings at those +times when she was most fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore +she couldn't, but the next day, she presented me with her unused +pills and a chart. Sue is my little whore and I treat her as +such. Cheryl gets a kick out of that. Sue has resisted my +attempts to get her and Cheryl together. She's weakening, +though. + And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was +everybody's best friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke +for every occasion, the life of every party. He and my wife were +lovers. Diane was by far the most attractive woman in our group. +She was also the youngest at twenty four, the most educated, the +most cultured, and the most stuck-up. She stands five two, +has a full head of silky brown hair down to her ass, and has a +figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel gives Diane +Avon cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement. Frankly, +Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white +teeth, huge brown eyes, and full lips. I'm a leg man, and I've +never seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn't +mess around, drink, or have any vices to exploit. She's new to +the group. Neal married her three years ago. We, at least the +guys and Cheryl, were excited by her addition. We've been +salivating ever since her arrival. + Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great +guy but a lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life +insurance and owed a fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never +worked a day in her life, had no family to turn to, and we were +her only friends. When they came to foreclose on the house, we +naturally took her in. What are friends for? + During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we +got to know her better, and realized how dire her circumstances +were, we began seeing her in a different light. She was helpless +on her own and frightened of the outside world. All she wanted +to do was read and tend the garden. Cheryl was the first to +suggest that we make Diane work for her keep. This idea came +after repeated rejects to her advances. I tried to put the make +on her myself, but grounded out at first base. Cheryl was +pissed. She wanted to make Diane a domestic servant. She said +she could train the bitch. When she described the uniform she +had in mind, I smiled and told her to go for it. + At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on Diane. +Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the necessity of +either sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane's +submissive acceptance inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. She +came across as a strict task master, warning and threatening +Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for room and board and a +small allowance. + I was embarrassed, so was our son, Jason. Jason was +seventeen and Diane's presence in the house had him in tight +pants most of the time. He revered Diane, treated her like a +goddess. Hearing his mother treat her like a low-life domestic +boggled his mind. Seeing Diane accept it, boggled mine. By the +time Cheryl was through, tears started flowing down Diane's +cheeks. To add insult to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not +proper for domestics to eat with the family. She told her to +take her plate to the kitchen. Diane hung her head, picked up +her dinner, and departed. + When she was out of ear shot, I looked to Cheryl and started +to speak. She shushed me with a raised hand, and said, "Don't +say anything, Red. I know what I'm doing." She looked at Jason +and added, "Do you like her, Jason?" He nodded. "Would you like +to see what she looks like naked?" His eyes bugged out. He +swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. "If I am successful, +you'll get more than that." + Jason turned to me and said, "Let Mom handle this, Dad. She +knows what she's doing." + The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at +his age. I said, "Hey, she's all yours, Cheryl. I'm staying out +of this completely." + Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the +cleaning-up after dinner and dogged her until late in the +evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl brought her to tears +several times. Cheryl reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot +camp: loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What's +more, Diane reminded me of a young trainee: frightened, nervous, +unsure, moldable. + Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across +the face for not addressing her as ma'am. We left the room when +Cheryl forced Diane's nose into some gravy she'd spilled on the +floor. After three days, Cheryl had Diane stepping and fetching. +She had her calling her ma'am, calling me, sir, and calling +Jason, master. Jason loved his title. + On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl +instituted spanking. She took Diane by the elbow and marched +her into the garage. We heard the smacks and cries. Right after +the spanking, Jason disappeared into his room for an hour. I +later learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on +Diane's naked ass after making her lift her skirt and bend at the +waist. Cheryl dragged her panties to her ankles. She described +Diane's pouting sex lips and her extra large clit. She took the +spanking well and juiced-up nicely. Cheryl reported that her +training was progressing well. I had to agree. + By week's end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly +it seemed. Diane spent more time in the garage than out. Jason +spent as much time in his room as Diane spent in the garage. For +major infractions, like forgetting to call Jason, Master, Cheryl +used a wide leather belt and made her strip naked. After a +punishment session, she made Diane stand with her nose pressed +into a corner for up to three hours, still naked. Jason and I +found countless excuses to go to the garage after a whipping. +God, what a body! + Cheryl did not hit Diane hard, but she did redden her ass +and thighs. Diane never laid out or even wore a swim suit. She +had no tan line, and her skin, besides being blemish free, was +the color of cream all over. The reddened area stood out in +stark contrast. You could see where every blow landed for hours +afterwards. Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end +of embarrassment. She clenched her legs tightly together and +pressed bodily into the corner as though trying to merge with the +wall. + Cheryl was quite pleased with the progress she made with +Diane. She had Diane attending her toilet: bathing her, painting +her toes, doing her hair and make-up, even trimming her pubic +bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt lips, or used to until Diane +started doing it for her. In addition to these personal +services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with Frank. +She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving +that for a special occasion. I was in awe of Cheryl's success. + The others new nothing of Cheryl's work. They only knew +that Diane was helping out around the house. Whenever someone +stopped by, Diane was busy. Cheryl planned a coming out party +for Diane. On the Friday before the weekend get-together, Cheryl +handed Diane her new uniform and ordered her to put it on. She +instructed her to wear it without bra or panties. Diane took one +look at the dress and cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make her +wear it. Cheryl was adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the +dress at dinner that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs. + The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The +ruffled lace hem did not hide her lower moons, nor did it hide +much in front. Were it not for the white apron, we could have +easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft, +coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore +wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels. +The waist pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The +wired top cupped her breasts, presenting them more than covering +them. The full upper globes quivered in the half cups. The tops +of each nipple crested the rim. When Diane turned, we saw that +the back was open to her ass, showing the top of her ass crack +framed by the tails of the bow. Diane was beet red throughout +dinner. + After her first departure, I turned to Cheryl and said, +"Outstanding! How did you get her to put that thing on?" + "It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she +bends over, you'll see the welts." + "No Shit! What did you use on her?" + "I cut a switch from the willow tree." + "Damn, and she took it?" + "Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes. +Do you really think she doesn't want this? Christ, she almost +had an orgasm while I was doing it." + Jason piped in, "Mom, are you serious? She liked it!" + "Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you +learn nothing else, remember, never listen to what a woman says. +Learn to read body language. A woman's body can't lie." + "I don't get it." + "Well, I'm sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe +your father can clue you in. He does know some things." + Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She +bashfully made the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I +tried reading her body language. All we could read was, "Please! +Stop staring at my body." Cheryl must have read, "Please do +something to make me show my pussy and naked ass." + Cheryl's fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor +behind her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, "Remember how +I told you to pick things up. There's a fresh switch in the +garage if you forgot." + Diane's face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away +from me and Jason. She took a deep breath then bent from the +waist with her feet about eighteen inches apart. Her skirt rose +up over her streaked moons and her pussy peeked out from between +her tawny alabaster thighs. Her shiny pink clit hung out at the +bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner lips fanned +out like an orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when she was +at her lowest. She picked up the fork and slowly returned to an +upright posture. She remained fully doubled over with her head +past her knees much longer than was necessary - a five second +count, I learned later. She then stood slowly, wiped the fork on +her apron, and returned it to the side of Cheryl's plate. +Cheryl smiled and dismissed her. Her whole body had a red glow. +When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, "If you two can't read +that body language, you're both blind as bats." + It was an obscene display, totally out of character for +Diane. Jason looked confused. I turned to him and said, "Son, +that wasn't just a vagina you saw, that was a very aroused +vagina. She loved showing it to us, despite how she acted." + "How can you tell?" + Cheryl said, "Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I'd +like to take my leave. I'll go check on the help." + After she left, Jason smiled and said, "Mom doesn't +embarrass easily. This must be good." + "I don't think it is embarrassment as much as discomfort. +Anyway, did you notice how full and open her cunt was?" + "Heck yeah!" + "Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet +looking?" + "Yeah, I noticed." + "Did you see how her inner labia lips were full open and +wet?" + "You mean the flabby part?" + "Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you +can't see inside a pussy with the legs that close together unless +it's aroused. Pussies are like cocks, when aroused, they fill +with blood, swell up, and open up. That pussy was ready for a +fucking." + "Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?" + "When the time is right, she'll probably let both of us fuck +her. Just be patient." + "Do you really think it might happen?" + "It sure looks that way." + Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, "I've +had enough dinner. I'm going to my room." + I smiled and said, "Don't wear it out, Son; you might need +it soon." He blushed and left. + Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled and said, +"My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was beautiful; I +should have stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself. I +don't know why I get this way around him. I'd like to be totally +free and open. I can't even bring myself to walk around naked in +front of him. Isn't that silly?" + "I'm sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You +can break the ice." + "Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose." + "Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin' blow job." + "Well, he'll soon be getting that from the maid. By the +way, she's hotter than hell. I fingered her in there. Her pussy +feels like membrane soup." Cheryl held her wet hand up and said, +"Want a whiff?" + "Please, I'm eating dinner." + "Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?" + "When I get a whiff of Diane's pussy, I want to get it off +my own fingers, thank you." + "Suit yourself, but it might be a few days." + "Not by the looks of things." + "Hey, if you want it, she's in the kitchen. Just bend her +over the counter and pork the slut." + "I'll wait. I don't want to scare her off at this point." + "Shit, Red, we couldn't drive her off with a team of killer +dogs. We're stuck with the bitch." + "Poor us. What WILL we do?" Cheryl smiled. + That evening, we were treated to a punishment session in the +living room. Cheryl made Diane strip right in front of me and +Jason. She then took a belt to her ass and thighs. Cheryl made +her stand with her ass facing us and took her time. Diane's +juices were drooling down her inner thighs before Cheryl was +through. Afterwards, she made Diane stand in the corner facing +us until bedtime. Jason had to leave the room twice. + Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a +pool-side barbecue. Diane kept out of sight until the critical +moment. It was her job to bring out the ribs. Everyone knew +that something was going on because Cheryl requested that they +all leave their kids at home. Cheryl waited until everyone was +settled on the deck, then rang a bell. When Diane stepped +through the patio doors in that uniform, carrying the platter of +raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of air, absolute +silence, then a pin dropped. Sue also dropped her drink. + Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she +stepped awkwardly towards the table, trying not to catch her +spike heels in the decking cracks. The wind whipped at her thin +apron, treating us to flashes of her pussy, freshly shaved bald. +All eyes followed her progress as she twisted away from the wind. +Tongues fell to the deck; flies flew in and out of open mouths. +Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said, +almost in tears, "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?" + "No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh." +Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our +astonished guests. + I wasn't sure how our friends would take this. Diane was a +friend, our beloved Neal's widow. They'd grown accustomed to +Cheryl's bizarre behavior. The women accepted Cheryl as a +mistress to their husbands. Her bisexuality was an amusement. +Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers. +Neither was bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she +was paying interest on the loan. Cheryl used to take her off +from the group and return her with a wet face. The women all +knew that if they got too drunk, they were likely to be assaulted +by Cheryl. It was a running joke. They playfully called Cheryl +a sexual predator. When Diane came into the group, we all knew +she'd have to have her. Diane proved to be unreachable. She +never let her hair down, never drank, never got crazy. She was +always modestly dressed and always the proper lady. Seeing Diane +play the subservient maid in that outfit told volumes. They all +knew how vulnerable Diane was and how determined and crafty +Cheryl could be. + For the longest time, nobody spoke. Finally, Rachel stood +and toasted Cheryl, saying, "Well, I suppose congratulations are +in order. Maybe now I can tie one on without worrying about +waking up with a woman's thighs clamped over my ears." + Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank +said, "How is she, Cheryl?" + "As a maid, she sucks." Everyone broke up laughing at what +they thought was a double meaning. + Inez said, "It just takes practice. Like they say, once you +get past the smell, you've got it licked." More laughter +followed. + Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh drinks. She seemed +to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still flushed, she no +longer bothered turning against the wind. She let the wind blow +her apron up and tolerated the eyes feasting on her privates. At +first, her old friends tried not to be obvious about their +stares. Before long, they looked openly, unabashedly, even +dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women +participated. Amazingly, no one treated her as an old friend, an +equal. Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on +it. Comments about Diane's body began to flow in her presence. +They spoke about her as though she weren't there. Cheryl enjoyed +Diane's humiliation. Diane kept her cool composure even when +someone poked a head under her skirt. She almost lost it when +Frank grabbed her ass and made her spill a drink on the +bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel swiped scotch off her bare legs and +cried, "Clumsy bitch!" Rachel had never been terribly fond of +Diane. + Diane turned fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down. +She apologized and began wiping Rachel's legs with a hand towel, +giving the rest of us a delightful display of her naked pussy. +She seemed oblivious of the show she was putting on as she +swabbed Rachel's widely parted legs. Ed leaned in close to me +and said, "I don't fuckin' believe this. You fuck her yet, Red?" + I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane's leg and looked right +into Diane's crotch from the rear and exclaimed, "Jesus H Christ, +her cunt is bald as a baby's butt. His hand went between her +legs, instantly bringing Diane erect. She stiffened as Frank +entered her. Cheryl shouted, "You take care of Rachel, bitch!" +Slowly, trying to ignore Frank's plunging fingers, Diane returned +to wiping Rachel's dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the arm +rests of her chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using +his two middle fingers and whipping her crotch into a froth. +Diane's knees appeared ready to buckle as she dutifully accepted +the abuse and attended Rachel's inner thighs. + During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my +left, Sue at my side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely +left Diane's loins. Dave hadn't said a word. He had long ago +learned to leave his morality at the door. He knew that at some +point during the party, I'd take his wife by the hand and lead +her to my bedroom, usually at a time when everyone was looking +and could see where we went. Afterwards, I'd return her looking +fresh-fucked, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared, and semen +trailing down her legs. Sue enjoyed being put on display in this +way, though she always protested mildly. With Sue, you can only +get her to do what she wants to do anyway. She just needs to +feel helpless and pressured. + As she watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew +splotches of red, a dead give away to her state of arousal. When +Diane fell to her knees and succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue +reached over and gripped my hand tightly, telegraphing her +immediate need. When I didn't respond, she tugged. When that +didn't work, she stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into +the house. She dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and +attacked me. The woman was insatiable. She had me exposed, on +my back, and mounted in record time. I took advantage of her +aroused state to press once again on behalf of Cheryl. I said, +"Sue, I'm getting tired of you putting off my wife. She wants +you. Either you make yourself available to her, or I'm sending +your pictures out to your parents and telling them who their +grandchild's father really is." + I'd made this idle threat so many times, it was quite +powerless. This time, however, Sue said, "Is there no other +way?" + I said no, somewhat surprised. She hung her head in mock +surrender and said, "I won't resist. Is she going to treat me +like Diane?" + I hadn't thought about that, but quickly said, "You can +count on it, and Dave better learn to accept it." + She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, "Dave +knows his place, Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he +pouts or complains, he knows he won't get any for weeks." She +paused, then said, "When are you going to tell Cheryl?" + "Right after we're through." + "God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?" + "How do you mean?" + "You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show." + "You mean like make you lick Diane's pussy in front of +everyone." + "YES!" + "In the nude?" + "YES! Both of us." + "I think she will." + Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection. After a +few moments, she said, "Red, I'm pregnant again. It's yours. I +told Dave right before we came over." + "Did you tell him it was mine?" + "Yes, but that wasn't necessary. Since I've been off the +pill, he's been using a condom." + "No wonder he was so quiet." + "Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term +also?" + "What do you think?" + She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in +climax and slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in +ecstasy. She looked at me through glassy eyes, smiled, and said, +"Everyone knows I'm your whore, Red. Tammy [her +thirteen-year-old daughter], the neighbors, the church, even my +parents know. Anyone that knows you and takes one look at Jenny +knows. Going anywhere with her is like having a sign on my ass +that says, 'Red's Whore.'" + "Good, soon you'll have two signs, won't you?" + "Yes! You bastard, you've ruined me. I'm not going to +fight you anymore." + This declaration was more than I'd dreamed. For the past +two years, I've been trying to set Jason up with Tammy. Sue has +steadfastly refused. Tammy is not allowed to date and rarely +visits us. She has blossomed into a gorgeous teen in the past +year, a small version of her mother. Jason has had his eye on +her ever since she developed tits. Sue knows damn well that to +let Tammy go out with Jason was tantamount to handing over her +cherry. Jason has a bad reputation. I've bailed him out of +three statutory rape charges by paying off parents. I said, "In +that case, tell Tammy she has a date with Jason tonight." + Sue stopped her motion to stare at me. She shook her head +slowly, then said, "You won't give up, will you?" + "No, I won't." + She thought for a moment. My dick grew inside her. She +felt it stir and began moving once again. She bit her lower lip +and then said, "All right, I'll do it." + I reached to the bedside phone and handed her the handset, +saying, "Call her." + She took it, paused, then dialed. She said, "Hello, Tammy. +Sweetheart, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to go out +with Jason tonight....no, on a date....yes, I've changed my mind. +I think you're old enough now....I don't know where he's taking +you, just be ready by eight." + I cupped the mouthpiece and said, "Tell her to wear a +sexy dress." + "Honey, you better wear a dress. He might take you to a +nice restaurant....No, wear the yellow one....I know what I said +about it, but you do look cute in it....No, I'm not +setting any curfew. Jason's a big boy; he knows when too late +is. Okay, bye." She hung up and said, "Are you happy now? I'm +surprised you didn't make me tell her to go without panties." + "I didn't think of it, but panties are no problem for +Jason." + Sue rode my now stiff erection, building up speed. She +moaned, "God, I can't believe I'm setting her up for this. Just +last week I forbid her to wear that dress again. It's at least +two sizes too small. She must think I've lost my mind. Dave +will be livid." + "What's one more whore going to matter?" + "That's true. Besides, misery loves company." + She was bucking and bouncing again. I said, "You don't look +miserable to me." She smiled. Jason smiled when I told him he +had a date with Tammy and that he had no curfew. + Sue had worn a modest two piece swimsuit covered by one of +Dave's shirts. When we finished fucking, I made her wear only +the shirt. In addition, I only let her button the two bottom +buttons. When she stood, semen poured down her legs. She looked +at herself in the mirror, turned and looked at the rear view. +She looked at me and smiled bashfully, saying, "This will +definitely blow Dave's mind, not to mention the rest of them. +Are you sure you want me to go out there like this with Jason +still home?" + "Sure, why not. He'll be fucking you one day. He may as +well get a peek." + "My, but we are bold now, aren't we? I see you took me at +my word." + "Absolutely. Come on, you have a show to do." + I led Sue to the patio doors and eased her through. She got +a sudden case of nerves at the last moment. Diane passed her on +the way in and looked down. Someone had pulled Diane's top below +her tits and removed her apron. The stiff top pushed up on the +underside of her big mounds distorting them grossly. I gave her +left tit a squeeze as she passed me. + All eyes focused on Sue as we stepped onto the patio. Sue +blushed and headed for her chair. Dave looked away in disgust. +Everybody else smiled. I gave Frank and Ed a high five. I took +Cheryl aside at the first opportunity and filled her in on the +latest developments. She was delighted to say the least. She +told me that Ed yanked Diane's top down and fingered her to +another climax. I noticed that his hand had been a little +sticky. + I went to tell Jason the good news as Cheryl returned to the +party. When I returned to the patio, Cheryl had Sue's shirt wide +open and was inviting everyone to feel the baby kick. Of course, +no one could feel the baby kick. It was only two months along. +They did, however, feel Sue. She took the groping of her crotch +stoically. Only Dave and Inez abstained. I went over and patted +Dave's shoulder, saying, "Well, it looks like you're going to be +a daddy for a third time." + He looked up and said, "No, you are." + "Now, now, Dave. Let's not split hairs. What comes out of +your wife is yours, old buddy." + "That's awfully generous considering how much you've put +in my wife." + Sue shot her husband a disapproving look as Ed fingered her +cunt. She said sternly, "Dave, I warned you about that attitude. +What goes into my body is none of your fucking business. Now, +you apologize to Red this instant." + Dave looked at the fingers plowing his wife's furrow. Sue +widened her legs and drew the shirt flaps off her breasts, +leaning back. He looked to me and said, "I'm sorry, Red." + Sue smiled, then added, "Dave, Jason is taking Tammy out +tonight. I want you to give him some money. This is her first +date. I want it to be special. Tell him she doesn't need to be +home at any special time and give him a condom." + Dave looked at his wife with incredulous eyes. She stared +hard right back. For a second, it looked like Dave was growing a +spine, but he stood and checked his wallet. He went into the +house, headed for Jason's room. I found out later that he gave +Jason fifty bucks and a condom. + While Dave was seeing Jason, Diane returned. Cheryl +stripped her and ordered her to kneel before Sue. Sue had her +legs draped over her chair arm rests. The rest of us gathered +around as Cheryl ordered Diane to lick Sue's pussy. Diane slowly +dipped her head between Sue's legs and licked. Sue grabbed her +head and pulled her in tight. Frank knelt behind Diane and +entered her pussy. After Frank came, we had the two girls get +into a sixty nine with Sue on top. Ed mounted Sue. After Ed +came, they flipped over and I fucked Diane in the ass. Inez +dropped to her knees before Cheryl and ate her pussy. Rachel +fingered Inez and herself at the same time. Dave walked in on +this scene. Jason caught the tail end of the act as he headed +out the door on his way to pick up Tammy. They got home at two +in the morning. Sue and Dave had just left. Inez and Ed were +leaving. Frank had passed out. Rachel, Diane, and Cheryl were +using the master bedroom. + I sat on the sofa, recovering as Jason led Tammy inside. +Tammy's yellow dress was torn to shreds. Her right breast hung +out and the skirt was ripped up the front to her navel. She had +no bra, panties, or shoes. Cum matted her hair. Jason tugged +her along and stood her before me proudly. I surveyed her young +body and smiled. Jason parted the skirt halves to show me her +cum leaking pussy. I gave him a thumb's up. He smiled and took +Tammy to his bedroom. + That was a banner day at our house. Diane is now a +well-trained whore, as are Sue and Tammy. Diane wears only the +apron, now. She sleeps at the foot of Jason's bed. Tammy is a +feature performer at our parties. Everybody fucks her, and all +the women use her. She's pregnant now, two months behind her +mother. Lord only knows who the father is. It might even be +Dave. I just hope it isn't a red head. + + + THE END diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a_guide_.wom b/textfiles.com/sex/a_guide_.wom new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dd1338dd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a_guide_.wom @@ -0,0 +1,91 @@ + + A GUIDE TO LOVE AND SEX FOR + TODAY'S YOUNG WOMEN + +As a young, modern women of the nineties, you no doubt have many questions +concerning romance, love, even s..e..x. In this sensitive and frank "question +and answer" format, noted sex therapist Dr Rut explains everythiong you've +ever wondered about. + +Q: Where can I find the man of my dreams ? +A: This is a difficult question, since every woman probably has a different +ideal of what her own personal Prince Charming should act and look like. +However, when it comes to finding Mr Right, I can give you a good suggestion +on where to start - and that's in a bar. That's right, go to a bar ... +preferably the kind that smells of stale beer and lots of men crowded around +watching a sports event on television. Pick a man that looks interesting - +it's bets to stay away from the shallow "pretty boys" in designer clothes +with bulging muscles. Instead, I recommend you pick somebody a little older +and wiser, possibly reassuring pot belly. Boldly approach him, offer to buy +him a few beers, then invite him back to your place. He'll advise you from +there. + +Q: How do I know if I found Mr Right ? +A: Unfortunately, there's no sure way to tell. Therefore, I suggest you try +out many different kinds of men and many different kinds of bars. + +Q: Do men like aggresive women? +A: Definitely. Although they don't admit it, men are often shy - so it's up +to you to be bold. In addition to bars, don't be affraid to approach men +on streetcorners, in restaurants, even in restrooms. Break the ice with +simple "hello", followed by an offer to buy them dinner, drinks - even an +expensive gift. Then invite them to back to your place. + +Q: What if a man's married ? +A: Go for it. This is a great opportunity to enjoy the valuable experience +a married man possesses, without being tied down by any sort of commitment. + +Q: But what if I fall in love with a married man ? +A: This is a tough one, especially if you find yourself pregnant. Ask him +how he feels about his wife and family. If he says his wife doesn't understand +him and he's thinking of leaving her, believe him and continue your +relationship, secure in the knowledge that he'll soon make good his promise. +Married men rarely lie about such important matters. + +Q: How do I know if I'm ready for sex ? +A: ask your boyfriend. He'll know when the time is right. When it comes +to love and sex, men are much more responsible, since they're not confused +emotionally as women. It's a proven fact. + +Q: Should I have sex on the first date ? +A: YES. Before if possible. + +Q: What exactly happens during the act of sex ? +A: Again, this is entirely up to the man. The important thing to remember is +that you must do whatever he tells you without question. Sometimes, however, +he may ask you to do certain things that may at first seem strange to you. +Do them anyway. + +Q: How long should the sex act last ? +A: This is a natural and normal part of nature, so don't feel ashamed or +embarressed. After your man has finished making love, he'll have a natural +desire to leave you suddenly, and go out with his friends to play golf. Or +perhaps another activity, such as going out with his friends to the bar for +the purpose of consuming large amounts of alcohol and sharing a few personal +thoughts with his buddies. Don't feel left out - while he's gone you can +busy yourself by doing his laundry, cleanig his apartment, or perhaps even +going out to buy him an expensive gift. He'll come back when he's ready. + +Q: What is "afterplay" ? +A: After a man has finished making love, he needs to replenish his manly +energy. "Afterplay" is simply a list of important activities for you to do +after the lovemaking. This includes lighting his cigarette, making him a +sandwich or pizza, bringing him a few beers, or leaving him alone to sleep +while you go out and buy him an expensive gift. + +Q: Does the size of the penis matter ? +A: Yes. Although many women believe that quality, not quantity, is important, +studies show this is simply not true. The average erect male penis measures +about six centimeters. Anything longer than that is extremely rare and, if +by some chance your lover's sexual organ is seven centimeters or over, you +should go down on yur knees and thank you lucky stars and do everything +possible to please him, such as doing his laundry, cleaning his apartment +and buying him an expensive gift. + +Q: What about the female orgasm ? +A: What about it ? There's no such thing. It's a myth. + +Q: Are you sure ? +A: Will you stop asking so many questions ? Do you distrust men or something ? +Instead, prove how much you care for your boyfriend by going out and buying +him an expensive gift. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a_ride.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/a_ride.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..77e71d32 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a_ride.txt @@ -0,0 +1,657 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/a_ride.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: A Ride + + +CHAPTER 1 + + I am sitting at home alone watching the +evening news. It is the usual boring once +over with a little detail on the feature +stories. They give just enough information to +let you know that something is happening. +None of it is very interesting. + + By the end I am ready to turn on the vcr +and put in a tape of some real hot action. +The guy behind the counter at the adult book +store rated very highly. The title on the +cover is "Unending Lust". + + The cover art shows a well hung man with +his right hand down a well endowed blondes +miniskirt. Her top exposes most of her +enormous breasts. I am getting hard just +thinking of what a body like hers could do in +bed. Her left hand holds the enormous bulge +in his pants. His left arm is around her with +his hand under her top and holding her left +breast. His index finger is touching her +erect nipple under the skin tight material. + + I can't get the tape in the vcr fast +enough. I have the vcr wired to the stereo so +the sound quality will be better that for just +the tv. I turn on the stereo, program it to +use the auxiliary port, adjust the volume and +the balance. + + I had a friend check out my speaker +locations a few month back. I found out they +were in poor locations for how they were being +used. He helped find the correct locations. +Since they have been moved the difference has +been very noticeable. + + As the introduction comes up on the +screen, I close the drapes. I don't want the +neighborhood boys peeking in on the action. I +don't need a lynch mob gathering at my because +some mother didn't like want her son was +seeing. + + I normally have the sofa where the best +sound is, but since I don't have company I +decide to move the sofa back against the wall. +They are starting to previews of other movies +they are offering as I finish moving the sofa. + + Now I can move my favorite recliner to +the sweet spot. There is a small bare spot in +the carpet that I use to indicate when I am +there. The action starts as I grab a soda and +lean back in the chair. + + The tv is a large screen model with a 48" +diagonal screen. From my chair, which is +about five feet from the tv, the screen takes +up most of the view. + + This IS a really hot tape. The opening +scene is of the blonde climbing out of a hot +tub stark naked. Her long hair hangs down her +back just brushing her ass. She climbs out on +the edge of the tub showing off the left side +of her body. + + She places her abundant breast on the +side while positioning her hands for a good +lift. She swings left leg up out of the tub. +The camera angle changes as her pussy comes +over the edge of the tub giving a close-up of +beautiful cunt as it comes into view. + + For a moment she rests on the edge of the +tub letting the warm water flow down her well +shaped body as comes to a sitting position +facing the camera. The water glows on that +golden body. + + A river of water flows down the valley +between her breasts toward her cunt. Her +dripping snatch is in full view. Her nipples +are like pyrami on her huge breasts. + + The camera again closes in on her hot +pussy as she slowly massages her lusty mound. +She spreads her legs wide giving the camera an +open view over her cunt. She parts its +luscious lips with two finger s from her right +hand. + + The moist interior of her cunt begs for +attention. The camera zooms in on her clit as +she starts to rub it gently with her right +forefinger. Her left comes into view as she +strokes her love button with the forefinger of +both hands while using her middle fingers to +hold her cunt open for easy viewing. + + Soon she is moan sweetly. Her cunt +strains against her hands. Her stomach +muscles tighten. Her juices flow out to join +with the water in cascading down the side of +the tub. + + Suddenly her legs and stomach start to +convulse erotically. She screams wildly as +she cums. The camera angle widens to show her +leaning backward over the edge of the hot tub. +Her beautiful face stares at the camera daring the +viewer to do something about it. + + My left hand slides down to my groin to +check my response to all this excitement. I +find a small wet spot developing on the +outside of my pants just past the end of my +huge hardon. + + I look down briefly to see just how big +the spot is. The spot seems to grow as I look +at it. My hardon starts to shrink as the wet +spot gets bigger. I am a little embarrassed +as I return my gaze back to the movie. + + After resting for a few moments she +climbs down off the side of the tub. She +heads for a table along side the adjacent +swimming pool. She grabs a towel from the +back of a chair by the table and starts drying +off. + + She playfully bounces her breasts up and +down as she dries them off. Carefully she +gets every drop of water off of their firm +countenance. She lifts her left breast up to +her lips. Her left nipples stands waiting as +the camera zooms in on it. + + She takes her nipple between her lips and +starts alternately sucking then licking this +small erection. I can feel my own asking for +the same type of attention. I look down to +see that the head of my cock is lifting up the +middle of a large wet spot on my pants. + + My penis is throbbing with anticipation +as I look up at the action on the tube. She is +down to her clit and her legs are spread wide +as the camera zooms in. Her cunt looks so big +and juicy. Her right hand has found a home by +her cunt. + + The Thumb and forefinger of her right +hand are now playing joyfully with her love +button. A much more ragged moan greets her +efforts. You can see that she is REALLY +enjoying herself. + + The camera angle widens as she leans her +ass against the table. There is a man +climbing out of the pool. She must hear him +getting out of the water but there is no +apparent response. + + My cock is rock hard and pounding +feverishly, begging to be free of its +confinement. The action on the screen draws +my undivided attention. It looks like the +action will soon go to the next level. What +is he going to do when he gets out of the +water? + + The camera pans between the man and her +cunt. She has two fingers from her right hand +on her clit and two from her left in her cunt. +God, I wish my cock was where those fingers +are. Her hips are grinding. her fingers are +a blur. + She cums with a series of loud primordial +screams that echo from the speakers and +throughout the room. There is more than one +reason for her to scream as the man puts his +tongue where her hands are. The camera +focuses on his tongue licking up her juices. + He keeps her at the peek of orgasm for +several minutes. Her cascading shrieks and +moans surround me. I can feel her ecstasy in +my balls as they begin to throb rhythmically. + + + Soon she collapses as her body has had +enough for now. He picks her up in his arms +and lays her down on a nearby lounge chair. +Her legs are spread wide allowing easy access +to her waiting cunt. + + She wakes up and sees him taking off his +swim trunks. The swimmers style trunks had +covered next to nothing. The head of his +royal shaft was protruding from his waistband. +Now his shaft stands proud and ready as he +looks at her from the end of the chair. + + "Come on and fuck me, Jim. I can see +your hot cock is hard as steel. But that +fucker right where he belongs." She says +holding her cunt lips open. + + "You asks for it, Wendy. You get it!" +Jim says as he positions himself between her +legs. + + I take a brief break to check my groin. +My pants are soaked! My cock lies limp under +a massive wet spot. I get up and stop the +tape. I want to get out of these wet pants +before the cum turns cold. + + Maybe I should just get naked. Its +Friday night and nobody will be coming around +here this time of night. On second thought, +this movie is getting hotter, if I just sit +there naked I will be cumming all over the +seat cushion. + + The thought of explaining the eventual +cum stain to my house keeper races through my +mind as I start to head down the hallway +the bedroom. I get to the bedroom and have my +shirt off when suddenly the door bell rings. + + "OH SHIT!!!! TALK ABOUT BAD TIMING!!" + + I quickly slide out of my pants and grab +a robe from the closet. I throw my clothes on +the bed with the stained material facing up. +The doorbell rings again as I enter the living +room. + + "I'll be there in a minute!" + + I check the room quickly for evidence as +I go to answer the door. Luckily there is no +apparent clues to what I was doing. I pull +myself together and head for the front door. +The doorbell rings again as I reach for the +door knob. + + Opening the door , I find this beautiful +lady standing there. She is about 5'4" with +long brown hair, blue eyes, and a worried look +on her face. She is wearing a black blazer, a +white silk blouse, and black pleated skirt the +just covers her knees. Her black high heels +accentuate her well shaped legs. Her shapely +breasts stretch the V of the blazer into a U. +her skin is a beautiful coconut tan. + + I am stunned by the sight of such a sexy +lady at such close quarters at this time of +night. I try to compose myself. "Hello, +sorry for the wait. I don't have too many +people ring my doorbell at this time of +night." + + My robe is about knee length giving ample +coverage under normal circumstances. However, +my system has been sensitized to the slightest +stimulation by watching the movie. My cock is +quick to respond to the prospect of getting +some action. + My cock has been hanging loosely between +my legs. Seeing this sexy woman has given my +crotch a noticeable rise. I try to hide my +reaction. + + "My names Rachel. Me and a friend were +driving down your street when my car broke +down. I managed to bring it to a stop in +front of your house. Can I use your telephone +to call a tow truck?" She says. + + Her eyes wander toward my groin. "Excuse +me. Am I interrupting something?" She says +as she loosens the top two buttons of her +blouse. + + "I was just getting ready for a shower." +So I lie. She won't know the difference. +"Please come in. I will show you where the +phone is." I reply. + + I step back from the doorway and turn +toward the center of the room. I +unconsciously swing my left hand away from my +groin and toward the end of the hallway. My +cock released from its hold springs through +the opening in my robe. The head of my penis +can be seen easily. + + "Excuse me." I say apologetically as I +pop my cock back under my robe. + + She pauses for a second or two then steps +through the door. Her right hand brushes my +groin. She lifts my robe freeing my hardon as +she pasts. + + She pauses and puts her hand into my +robe. She squeezes my balls playfully. +"Excuse me." She says with a wicked grin on +her face. + + She retrieves her hand and wiggles her +sexy ass as she strides seductively into the +middle of the room. "Where did you say the +phone was? She purrs. + + This bitch can sure lay down a heavy +tease. She has a body built for sex and knows +how to use it. She isn't afraid to flaunt it +in front of a total stranger either. + + I wonder if she is just a tease or does +she plan on doing it with me? Would she fuck +a total stranger? + + I cover up my cock and close the door. I +walk past her toward the hallway and reply, "I +didn't say, but if you will follow me, I can +show you where it is." I say as I head down +the hallway. + + After a few brief moments we reach the +bedroom. The telephone is on a nightstand by +the right side of the bed. It is an older +push button model. There is a large lamp and +an alarm clock occupying the rest of the +stand. + + I notice my clothes lying on the bed with +wet spots in open view. I look behind me to +see if Rachel is still there. She has just +entered the room. She must have left her +blazer in the living room. Her blouse is +unbuttoned but is still tucked in exposing the +valley between her breasts. There is no bra +and no tan line! + + I feel my desire for her grow in my +groin. I step back toward the wall giving +Rachel a clear view of the phone and the bulge +protruding from my groin. I can see Rachel's +eyes are not looking at the telephone. + + She checks out the room briefly. As she +sees the wet spots she licks her lips and +massages her cunt through her skirt. Her eyes +return to my bulge as she continues to massage +her cunt. + + "There is the telephone. The phone book +is in the drawer below it." I say hoping she +sees what she wants. + + "Thank you." Rachel replies. + + She walks by and reaches into my robe. +She strokes my hardon vigorously a few times. +"That's a nice piece of meat you have there." +She adds as she release it. + + She grabs the telephone book and leans +back against the headboard with her left leg +hanging off the edge of the bed and the right +one resting on the edge. She flicks her right +shoe off and bends her right knee high in the +air. + + She rests the telephone book on her leg. +I can just barely see up her skirt from where +I stand against the wall. First no bra now no +panties! She is definitely too hot to handle +and knows it oh so well. + + She closes the telephone book. She puts +it back in the drawer. She swings around to a +sitting position and closes the drawer. She +picks up the receiver and taps out a number. + + "Hello this is Rachel Cummings. My car +broke down at ...." She starts and looks at +me. + + Taking her head away from the receiver +she asks, "What is your address?" + + "4110 North Saint Claire Avenue." I +reply. + + "4110 North Saint Claire Avenue." She +repeats into the receiver. "How soon can you +get a tow truck out here to take it in?" + + There is a brief pause while the person +on the other end answers her question. + + "Two hours! Are you sure you can't get +here sooner? I am going to be late for a +party as it is." + + There is another brief pause. + + "An hour. That is more like it. I will +be inside the house at that address waiting. +Thanks." + + "So what is the story." I say trying to +get some details I can work with. + + "We have to wait here for an hour while +they come and get the car. That still leaves +us without transportation though. Do you have +a car ..... What is your name anyway?" She +says with a sense of embarrassment. + + "My name is Bob Reddel. I do have a car +that is in good working condition. I am not +going to let a total stranger use it." I +reply. + + She leans back against the headboard +again. Her right leg is back on the bed. +Slowly she raises her right knee while she +draws the hem of her skirt down by her waist. + + Her pussy is in clear view now. To make +it even more obvious, she slides down on to +the bed. This exposes her cunt in all its +glory. Her eyes are fixed on my crotch as she +starts playing with her clit. + + "See something you like, stud?" She +purrs. + + Rachel continues playing with her clit +while staring at my bulge. Her left hand +slides down the opening in her blouse. She +starts pulling the blouse out of her skirt. + + "What could I do that would convince you +to let me use your car?" She breathes in a +low sexy voice as she exposes her left breast. +She starts massaging her erect nipple. + + "I bet you would do just about anything +to loosen that load. Now wouldn't you?" +Rachel remarks as she continues her slow +torture. "We could really help each other out +here. Don't you agree?" + + I contemplate the possibilities for a few +moments as she continues her slow torture. My +cock is hard as a rock and sticking out in +clear view. "I will drive you anywhere you +want to go, but I want to fuck you first." I +reply. + + "You have no idea where I am going. How +could you drive me there?" She asks. Then +she pauses for a moment. "You have a deal but +first I have to make telephone call." + + She swings around to the side of the bed +covering herself up in the process. She picks +up the receiver and taps out another number. +"Hello, Rick? This is Rachel. Me and Tracy +will be a little late to your party tonight" + + There is a pause and then she answers, +"Yes, we ran into car problems. It will take +about an hour get them taken care of. And +Rick, we will have a friend with us." + + There is some loud noise from the other +end of the line and then some even louder +laughter. + + "Yes, his name is Bob Reddel. We will be +coming in his car. And Rick, tell Wendy he is +hung like a horse." + + There is another pause then some more +laughter on the other end. + + "Yes, I am sitting here looking at his +rock hard cock with pussy juice streaming down +my legs as we speak. We'll catch you later, +bye." Rachel says as she hangs up the +receiver. + + "Who is Tracy?" I ask as she starts +walking toward me. + + "She is a friend of mine. She is waiting +out in the car" Rachel replies as the +doorbell rings. "I bet that is her now." + + I pull myself together once again as we +head for the door. Such a hot pussy so close +yet so far away. Am I ever going to get laid? + + It seems that I will, but when? Maybe +this Tracy will call a halt to our little +deal. Then again, maybe she will want to join +in. That last idea sticks in my mind and +thrills to my cock as I reach for the +doorknob. + + I open the door and find yet another +beautiful lady standing at the door. She +is about 5'8" with long blonde hair, brown +eyes, and a worried look on her face. She is +wearing a red halter top, and gold shorts that +just cover her cunt. + + Her long slender legs end with well +shaped feet. I am surprised to see she isn't +wearing shoes. Her shapely breasts stretch +the material of the halter top to the max. +Her nipples can easily be made from the hills +they create. Her skin is a deep tan. + + Rachel comes up behind her as I stare at +this beautiful woman through the open door. + + "Hi Tracy. I was just going out to +invite you in when the door bell rang." +Rachel says from behind me. + + The bulge in my groin draws Tracy's +attention as the two women talk. + + "I would hope you weren't going to leave +me out there while you made out with this +stud." Tracy says as she walks up to me. + + "Hello, two beautiful women as guests is +more than I could ask for. Please come in." +I say closing the door behind Tracy as she +comes in. + + Tracy has my cock out from under my robe +before the door is closed. Now this is more +like it. + + "I can see why you would want this hunk +of meat for yourself Rachel. It isn't often +you find this much meat ready to eat." Tracy +says as she bends down to suck my hardened +member. + + Rachel whispers in my ear. "Our deal is +still on stud. So don't get too carried +away." + + Tracy stops to asks, "What deal might +that be you two?" + + Rachel replies, "Bob here, will drive us +to Rick's in exchange for the privilege of +fucking my hot pussy. I have already cleared +it with Rick and told him that we will be +late." + + "Yours isn't the only hot pussy looking +to get on this hot rod." Tracy replies as she +pulls down her shorts. She steps out of them +and spreads her legs wide open. + + I can see the juice glistening on Tracy's +cunt lips as they stand out from her evenly +tanned skin. I count my blessings and I come +to grips with the fact that BOTH of these hot +cunts eagerly await my throbbing cock. + + "Okay stud. Where is the bedroom? We +have some serious fucking to do." Tracy +enquires as she strokes my rock hard cock. + + "Follow me down the hallway." I reply. + + In a few moments we are all in the +bedroom. As Tracy enters the room I slide her +breasts out from under her halter top and +massage them with both hands. I find her +nipples to be hard and rigid. I massage these +little cocks with thumb and forefinger as I +rub her huge breasts. + + Tracy is stroking my huge hardon with her +left hand as she massages my balls with her +right hand. Rachel's tongue dances a lusty +ballet on and around my cock's head. + + Rachel takes my cock from her mouth and +leads me to the edge of the bed. She lies +down on the bed with her cunt even with the +edge. I kneel on the floor as she guides my +hot shaft into to her warm moist pussy. + + Tracy climbs on the bed and plants her +pussy in Rachel's face while leaning over to +lick Rachel's clit in a female variation of a +69. I can feel Tracy's tongue at work on the +top of my cock as I repeatedly drive it ever +so deep into Rachel's hot cunt. + + After a few minutes of this intense love +play the two women are breathing raggedly. I +can feel Rachel's stomach muscles flexing +around my shaft. Her cunt milks my cock as I +drive deeper and deeper into her. + + Tracy breaks from her play as she's the +first to reach the heights of orgasm. Rachel +continues her intense eating of Tracy's cunt. +Tracy has multiple orgasms as a result of this +intense attention. + + Tracy collapses on top of Rachel and, +after a moments rest, returns to her play. +Rachel now starts getting the full force of +the action. Rachel's moaning becomes intense +then changes to loud shrieks of ecstasy as she +too as multiple orgasms. + + I speed up my pace and my cum starts +flowing to my cock. I pull out and shot my +cum in Tracy's face. She responded by taking +my cock in her mouth and sucking it dry. + + Finally we are all spent and collapse on +the bed in a mound of satisfied flesh. No one +has enough energy left to move. +--- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/a_swap.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/a_swap.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..afa4d947 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/a_swap.txt @@ -0,0 +1,218 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/a_swap.txt +Archive-author: +Archive-title: A Swap + + +Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and most of our +relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same things: +music, sports, movies, sex. We made love often, and it was +usually super. Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging +feeling that she was not being completely satisfied by our +lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost always seemed +to reach orgasm, particularly when I took her clit in my lips and +licked back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I +could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned +faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming +all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my +cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those +orgasms were not as intense (at least I wasn't sure). As a +result of this concern, I began to wonder whether I might be +falling some what "short" in fulfilling her sexual needs. + +As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how to test my +theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by a bigger cock. At +first I thought about getting one of those giant dildoes I'd seen +in the porno store, but decided that that would have been so +obvious as to negate the value of the test results. The only +true test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her, but +with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there were no +hospitals providing dick enlargement operations, so that meant +that if I was ever going to find out, I would have to find +someone else (with a really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she +thought it was me! + +Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort of a plan? +I couldn't go to a night club and "pick up" someone. It had to +be someone I could trust, someone safe, and someone "hung". +There were plenty of guys at work that would love to get their +dick in Jeri, but there's the old saying about "don't shit in you +own backyard" that made co-workers out of the question. So what +to do? + +It was about this time that an old friend from my high school +days called to say he was back in town and would like to get +together and renew our friendship. I didn't put the two +situations together at first, but when Mel and I began +reminiscing about out days together on the Tennis team, I +remembered why I had envied him. As I recalled, Mel's prick was +as big soft as mine had been hard, although we never made a +direct comparison. I thought that he was very probably (at least +physically) what I needed to fulfill my fantasy "test." + + +As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently separated +from his wife, and that they were going to get a divorce. He +stated his displeasure at reentering the dating scene, saying +that all the really great women had already found someone and +gotten married or were at least living with someone. He also +confided that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that I +had "beaten him out". This was almost too unlikely to believe, +but what the hell, I decided to give it a try and see how far I +could make this go. Could I really let another man fuck my wife? + +Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner and we +went out to the movies together a few times. Jeri fixed him up +with some of her girlfriends from work, but nothing clicked. All +the while, I was making casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel, +trying to see if he showed any interest, He seemed genuinely +concerned about us, and I felt more comfortable all the time +about revealing my fantasy to him. + +One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and Jeri was +on the phone with a friend, I decided to open the door on my soul +a little wider. I asked Mel to confirm that he still found Jeri +attractive, which he did. I then began to explain my concerns +about our physical relationship. He understood, and joked that +"all you pencil-peters have that fear." "Thanks a lot", I +answered. "You're a big help." "Well, what the fuck can I do +about it?", he asked. "Look Mel, you and I have gotten pretty +close, and I think I can tell you something in confidence without +fear of your having a bad reaction." + + +I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if Jeri would +have a stronger orgasm if she were making love to me and I had a +bigger dick. "So how you gonna do that?", Mel asked. "Well", I +said, "You asked what you could do...." Then I went full ahead +and detailed what I thought could work to fool Jeri into thinking +that she was screwing me when in fact she'd be screwing Mel. Mel +was not too eager at first, but after some long-winded +rationalizing, I began to turn him toward agreeing to give it a +try. I asked him just how big he was, to which he replied "big +enough!". Finally I got him to admit to 10 and a half inches. +"Sure!", I said. "Want proof?" he asked. "I'm from Missouri. +Show me!". I got a ruler, he got + it hard, I checked, he'd lied... it was actually just over 11". +"Whoa", I said. "Ever size, maybe this wasn't such a good idea +after all. But I'd committed to this course, and I was +determined to get the answer to my question. + +Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present without +Jeri knowing it, so the first order of business was to select a +location where I could be fucking Jeri while Mel was close by. +We decided on the rec room, because of the storage room nearby +where Mel could hide until I got things going. There were these +big floor pillows that Jeri and I had fucked on before, so that +wouldn't arouse her suspicion. Next, we had to figure out how to +get Mel into the storage room without Jeri knowing that he was +even in the house. We figured that we cold "sneak" Mel into the +house while Jeri was at the store. Then we had to come up with a +way for Mel to relieve himself in case he had to take a piss +while he waited in the store room. An empty coffee can with its +plastic lid would work OK. Since there would be no easy way to +signal Mel when to come out of the store room, we agreed that he +would just have to peek around the doorway to the rec room and +use his own best judgment as to when to come in. The lights +would have to be off so that Jeri would not be able to see Mel +and I trade off. + +Finally, the big night came, and as Jeri left in her car to go to +the store, I called Mel He parked around the corner so that +Jeri wouldn't see his car when she returned. "Are you sure about +this?" he asked as he came in. "Yes! I've got to find out, or +I'll wonder for the rest of my life." "OK", he replied, "as long +as you're sure." We checked out the storage room, and the path +through the rec room, so that he wouldn't trip on or walk into +something as he approached in the dark. Fortunately, there was a +moon out that night, which would help light the rec room a little +through the skylight. + +We went over the plan while we waited. I would give Jeri enough +to drink to ger her a little tipsy and then start making love to +her on the pillows. I would get between her legs and caress her +thighs and hips with both hands, one on each side. I would +continue this caressing as I put my cock into her. At this time +Mel should show up and get into position behind me and a little +to my left. As I would bring my left hand down her right leg, I +would lift it away, and Mel would begin to caress her as I had +done. Then I would pull by cock out of Jeri's pussy and run it +along her thigh, back and forth, while fondling her clit with my +right hand. As I reached as far down her leg as I could, Mel and +I would trade places, and he would move his cock down her leg and +into her pussy. His hand would take the place of my right hand +as we finished the switch-over. It sounded like it would work +OK. In any case, we would know pretty soon. + +When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the groceries, and +asked her if she'd care for a drink. "Sure.", she said, so I +fixed her a Gin Tonic, her usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for +myself, very mild so I could stay alert and coordinated. We went +to the rec room, talked about work and about going on a vacation +to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some '50s music on the +radio. When I refilled our drinks I made Jeri's a little +stronger than usual, but kept mine weak. Jeri was enjoying the +mood, and her body was warmer and her kisses more demanding all +the time. After still another drink, we danced to an old Elvis +ballad ("Love Me Tender") and she began rubbing the front of my +jeans with her hand. I kissed her deeply, and began undoing the +buttons of her blouse. "I love you, Jeri" I said as kissed he +neck, then her breasts. Her tits were so very firm, and small +but not "little", just perfect!. Her nipples pointed upward +slightly, and were hard and hot as I sucked on them. + +Gradually we undressed one another and held each other close, +kissing. As we sank slowly to the floor, I turned out the last +light, and slid one of those big pillows under Jeri. I began +caressing her arms, her breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her +everything. Jeri was only moderately active, probably from the +booze, which was exactly what I'd hoped for. As I kissed my way +down the front of her, she moaned softly. As my tongue parted +the lips of her pussy, she only moved a little. It was then that +I pressed against the insides of her knees until she had spread +her legs wide apart. I hoped there would be enough room for the +switch from me to Mel. I continued to kiss her pussy and caress +her legs until I felt Mel move in behind me. I almost panicked +at this point, for fear that Jeri would realize that I was up to +something and that she'd get pissed off. But she was still +enjoying my attention and didn't sense anything other than my +tongue, and my hands. Slowly, I raised my head up from between +her thighs and moved myself into position. I gently eased the +tip of my dick into her and then pulled back, rubbing the tip +around the outside. All the while I was rubbing up and down her +right leg with my left hand and fondling her pussy with my right. + +When Mel put his hand on my left forearm, I almost jumped. I +wasn't expecting it, but managed to maintain my concentration. I +raised my left hand off off Jeri's leg, and Mel took over the +caressing on that side. I pushed my cock back into Jeri, a +little further this time. I moved myself as far to the right as +I thought I could without arousing suspicion, then pulled out +again. As I moved the tip of my dick along Jeri's right thigh, +she moaned "Please put it in again". I raised up as far as I +could on my knees, and Mel began to move in front of me. In the +dim moonlight, shining through the skylight, I could see his big +cock sliding down her thigh. "What the fuck am I doing?" I +thought. But before I could think about it I had to move out of +the way. That required pressing very tightly against Mel's back. +As my dick passed over the crack of his ass, I had a thought. +"No, this is not the time for that kind of new experience" I +thought. I moved all the way out then, and positioned myself so +that I could watch the penetration. Mel was soooooo big! I felt +very strange as I watched the tip of his dick enter that +beautiful "honey hole" that, up to now, had been my private +playground. In it went, past the tip, past the circumcision +scar, down, deeper, deeper, all the while Jeri's moans getting +louder, deeper, different than I'd ever heard before. "Oooooooh, +that's sooooo good!", she said in a low, very soft voice. "Don't +ever stop!" Mel picked up the pace, faster and faster, deeper +and deeper. Jeri's moans were almost gasps. "Ooooh, Oooooh, +Yessssss, Yesssssss, YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS". It was finally over. + +It was then that I heard those words that I'll never, ever, +forget. "Oh, Mel, you're as good as ever! You always were the +very best!" + +To make a long story short, Mel and Jeri lived happily ever +after, I jack off a lot. + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aacockpt.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aacockpt.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..64589f88 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aacockpt.txt @@ -0,0 +1,331 @@ +Archive-name: 3plus/aacockpt.txt +Archive-author: M.A. Mohanraj +Archive-title: American Airlines Cockpit + + + Chicago was receding quickly in the distance, its grid of +streetlights fading to a glow of patterned city blocks against the +deep black stillness of the lake. We climbed higher, gaining altitude +on the first leg of our trip across the Atlantic, bound for England at +Christmastime, December 1992. + + She sat rigid beside me, hands clenched, knuckles white +against the metal of the armrests. We'd had a drink while waiting in +the airport, and she'd just ordered another from our flight attendant +in his white and blue uniform, slightly rumpled. Cute, though. +Maybe if she got sufficiently drunk she'd relax enough to survive this +trip. I was matching her drink for drink...they were free, after all, +and we were on vacation. + +"How are you doing?" +"Not too bad. You?" +"I'm fine. You know I love flying." +"I hate you." + + She didn't mean it, of course. Eight years of friendship +couldn't be cancelled out by a little acrophobia. But I resolved to +be a little more careful what I said. Time was passing much too +slowly. + + Three hours later; almost halfway to England. I, for one, was +thoroughly bored and that rumpled flight attendant with the shock of +Midwestern brown hair and mindless calf eyes was starting to look more +and more inviting. In an effort to distract her, we'd been +complaining about our respective ex-boyfriends and talking about the +joys of sex through the last two or three drinks, and both of us were +now horny as hell. That one of us was bi, and the other one straight +only added to our frustration. We'd gotten to that sad point when we +boasted about all the strange places we'd done it, and all the odd +people we'd done it with. + +"Want to join the mile-high-club?" +"With whom? The pimply flight attendant?" +"Yeah, right." + + Surrounding us were hordes of British families, little kids +curled into each other, the seats, their parents. All heading home +for the holidays. Not a single lonely man in sight. + +"Hey, babe, I got an idea." +"Uh huh. I remember your last idea. Almost got us thrown in jail. +And those two guys weren't worth it." +"This is much, much better. Just think of those poor lonely pilots in +the cabin. They must be so bored, flying this plane on automatic +across miles and miles of empty ocean. I bet they're just sitting +back and dreaming of a pair of nubile, 21-yr-old college students +fulfilling their every desire." +"And you want to fulfill their fantasies, right?" +"Well, maybe not all of their fantasies. They probably ought to keep +their hands on the equipment. But we could provide a +little...entertainment? I dare you to." +"You what?" +"I dare you to." +"We're not kids anymore." +"Exactly." + + We thought about it for a while. As we worked out the +strictly hypothetical details, it became more and more tempting. The +perfect way to relieve boredom, maybe relieve a little frustration, +and forget about the two idiots we'd left in Chicago. After all, we +were single again now. No ties, no responsibilities. And it would be +a hell of a lot of fun. + +"You first." +"No, you." +"Together, then?" +"Here goes nothing." + +*** + + Hell of a flight. The typical crying kids for the first two +hours, then, just when they had all fallen asleep, a drunk guy in +first class started complaining about how he couldn't sleep and the +drinks were weak and the service was lousy. It had taken two +blankets, three pillows and my own copy of Playboy to shut him up. +Why do people think that the life of a flight attendant is all fun and +games? Jetting to Hawaii isn't nearly as exciting when you have +to turn around and head to Kansas City half an hour later. + + The only bright spot was the pair of babes in aisle thirty. I +could've sworn the dark-haired one, who looked Hispanic, winked at me the +last time I went by. Hey, they're buzzing me. + +"Don't worry, Rina, I'll get it." +"Thanks, Mike, I'm crashing." +"Don't say that too loud." +"Very funny." + + Hah. I crack me up. Well, let's see what they want. +Probably just a pillow. + +"Hi, honey." +"Hello, ma'am, what can I do for you?" +"Well, it's kind of complicated. See, my friend here, she's always +wanted to be a pilot, and she'd really love to get a look at the +cockpit. It's so quiet now, we thought it might be a good time." +"Ummm...well, I'm not sure if the captain would approve of that, +ma'am". +"But you could ask, couldn't you?" +"Sure thing. Just hold on a minute." + + Well, Tony didn't seem to mind too much, since it was so quiet +and such a slow flight. So I brought them forward. Then things got +really weird. + +"What's your name, captain?" +"I'm Tony, miss, and my co-pilot here is Christopher, and that's Mike, +your flight attendant, over by the door." +"Must be pretty boring for you up here..." +"Well, we have to check the instruments fairly often - every twenty +minutes or so." + + The blond looked over at the Hispanic girl, and asked, "Do you +think twenty minutes is enough?" She replied, "Should be plenty. +Check your instruments, please, gentlemen." and coolly, calmly, +started unbuttoning her shirt. + +"Now, gentlemen, we'd like you to settle a little bet for us, if you +don't mind. My friend and I were debating which of us could do the +best strip-tease. We'd like to demonstrate for you, and ask you to +judge, if that's okay with you?" + + None of us were about to object, that was for sure. The blond +came over to me, and pushed me over a bit so I was leaning against the +door. Then she leaned against a wall and watched the show. + + The Hispanic girl had long wavy black hair, almost to her +waist, swinging loose behind her back. She had been wearing a sort of +lacy black sweater, but she'd just finisehd unbuttoning it and was +slipping it off, one smooth brown shoulder at a time. Underneath was +a cropped white tank and a long, loose black skirt. + +"What's next, guys, shirt or skirt?" +"Hey, no fair asking for advice!" +"Okay, okay..." + + She shimmied out of the skirt, leaving it in a pool of black +fabric on the floor of the cockpit. Her legs were bare now, a creamy +brown line from black lace panties down to the top of black boots, +laced up to mid-calf. She raised her right leg, and placed it gently +in Christopher's lap. + +"Could you help me with my laces, captain?" +"He's the co-pilot.", Tony quickly interjected. "I'm the captain." +"That's okay, captain, you can do the other one." + + Chris quickly unlaced the boot and removed it, rubbing his +hands over her calf and down the arch of her foot as he did so. She +shivered as she pulled her leg away, and placed her left leg on Tony's +lap. He took a little longer, sliding his hands up to mid-thigh, +until she pulled away, shaking her head. + +"Not nice, captain. There's a wedding ring on that finger." +"We're separated." +"Sure you are." + + She crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the +bottom of the white tank, pulling it up over her head and shaking her +hair free. She must have liked black, because her bra was black too, +lace to match the panties. The bra looked a little small for her +large breasts, which were spilling out of the top, their dark nipples barely +visible through the lace. + +"Mike?" +"Yes, ma'am?" +"Would you undo the clasp for me?" +"Yes ma'am!" + + I think my fingers were trembling a little, and they must have +been ice-cold, because she whimpered a bit when I touched her back. I +had a little trouble with the clasp, but I finally got it free. I +didn't have the nerve to touch her the way the captain had, but I +could smell her perfume as she leaned close. She smelled like apples. + + She turned to face us all again, and slowly, teasingly, pulled +her bra straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor to +join the pile of black and white clothing. She had huge breasts, +maybe as big as the girls in Playboy, but a lot darker than most of +theirs. Her dark brown nipples stuck straight out, maybe from the +cold in the air-conditioned cockpit. She slid her hands down her +body, curving them around her breasts and across her slightly rounded +stomach. She stuck out her hip a little, and hooked her finger in the +black lace of her panties...then paused. + + She walked over to Christopher. + +"Chris? Would you mind helping me get these off? With your teeth?" + + Chris looked startled for a second, but quickly nodded. He +leaned towards her, and gently took her panties in his teeth. I +couldn't see very well in the darkened cockpit, but it took him an +awfully long time to get them off and she was making these little +noises and sort of swaying back and forth, so I guess he was helping +her out a little. He finally slid them down her thighs and calves and +she stepped out of them, swinging her hair around her as she turned to +face us. + +"Well, guys, how do I rate?" + + We quickly and unanimously voted her a perfect ten. The blond +was sort of smiling, sort of frowning, and beckoned her over for a +whispered conversation. + +*** + +"You cheated so badly. And you got off - don't deny it!" +"I won't. I'll concede you the moral victory if you want to back out +and go back." +"Oh no you don't. You can just stand there...and I don't care if +you're cold, don't you dare put your clothes back on...and watch me. +But I'm changing the rules a little." +"Whatever makes you happy." + +*** + + The blond grinned as they finished talking. She walked over +to Tony, hips swinging. + +"It seems that my friend got you guys all hot and bothered, but wasn't +thoughtful enough to take care of that little problem. So Chris, I +want you to get up and come over here. Don't worry about the plane - +I'm sure it'll be fine." + + She reached back and pulled her hair out of its ponytail, +letting it fall forward over her face, veiling its sharp angles and +wicked eyes. Then she quickly kicked off her shoes, unzipped her +jeans and struggled out of them, sighing in relief when she got them +off. She said over her shoulder to her friend, + +"Remind me to wear looser clothes on the trip back." +"Promise." + + She then slid off her white panties, baring smooth creamy-pink +skin and fuzzy blond hair, leaving herself dressed only in a long blue +shirt. She turned to Chris and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping the +fly and pulling them down a little to reveal his cock, fully erect. +She grinned at him, and said, "I think you can find a place to put +that" as she knelt down, facing away from him and towards Tony. She +then reached over to Tony, but he'd already pulled out his cock, and +offered it to her waiting mouth. She went down on it hard, and he +just closed his eyes and smiled as her head started bobbing up and +down, her hair shielding his lap from view. + + Chris hesitated again, looking uncertainly at the dark-haired +girl leaning against the wall. She shrugged, and smiled at him. He +shook his head a little, then turned to his duffelbag, stowed securely +in a compartment. After poking through it a bit, he pulled out a +condom and put it on. I sort of thought that ruined the wildness of +it all, but Chris is British, and he's the careful type. It didn't +take him long to slide his cock into her waiting cunt, though. She +moaned at that, and then her head started moving faster, as Chris +quickly started moving back and forth, his arms curving around her +small body. + + I looked at the naked dark-haired girl, but she shook her head +at me, hair waving a little in the air-conditioned breeze. + +"Sorry, kid. I've got my own problems. Maybe next time." + + So I started jerking myself off in the corner. I was a little +embarassed at first, but the whole thing was so unreal, with these two +beautiful women coming out of nowhere, doing stuff that none of the +girls I knew would ever do, that I couldn't stay embarassed for long. +I wated the blond's head whipping back and forth as the three of them +moved faster and faster, Chris's hands clenched tight around her small +breasts, then sliding over her ribs. Tony suddenly moaned, after +being completely silent for so long. Seconds later, Chris and the +girl suddenly stopped moving, and a sort of choked whimper came from +behind the curtain of her hair. The blond leaned back into Chris's +arms and they stayed still for a little while. I was still jerking +myself off, and staring at the Hispanic girl's breats, gently moving +up and down as she breathed, nipples still hard from the cold. I +guess she felt sorry for me, because a second later she was kneeling +in front of me and her mouth fell over my cock, sliding warmly down +its length. I came immediately, spilling cum into her mouth which she +swallowed almost eagerly. Nobody'd ever done that to me before. + + They both got up and got dressed in silence. Then they turned +towards us just before opening the door. + +"Well, guys? Who won?" + + There was no way we could answer that question. A slightly +uncomfortable silence filled the small room. The blond shook her +head, smiled, and opened the door. She took her friend's hand and +pulled her through. And they were gone. + +*** + +"There's no way we'll settle the bet now." +"Not after the way you cheated, anyway." +"I, cheated? You cheated first." +"Only a little. And I thought you had sworn yourself to celibacy." +"Well, people change." +"I guess so." +"So what do we do about the bet?" +"There's still all of London, you know." +"That's true. Hotel clerks, waiters..." +"Museum guards, theater ticket sellers..." +"And if we get bored, Scotsmen and their kilts aren't far at all, +lassie..." + + Her perfect Scots accent cracked me up, and we dissolved into +mutual hilarity. A British man across the aisle frowned at the noise, +no doubt thinking it improper at such a late hour. We laughed some +more at that, until she started yawning. It was only two more hours +to London, but that was enough time to catch a little sleep. She was +looking more relaxed than I'd seen her in weeks, despite being in a +small metal machine very far up over a very deep ocean. Maybe this +really had worked. + +"You do have to promise me one thing." +"Whatever makes you happy, babe." +"When we talk about this, years from now, promise me no jokes about +cockpits?" +I grinned. "Promise." + +***** + +July 6, 1993 + +-- diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aaden.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aaden.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..36054399 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aaden.txt @@ -0,0 +1,467 @@ +Nenim 1, 0512 + + It had been a strange night already, but I don't know what +possessed me then. I walked briskly out of the castle and took a +grav-slide down to the lagoon, I remember, and then summoned the +SDisk. When the symbols on the command panel resolved into the word +"destination" I ordered "Rick's Underground." The pad resolved into +the glimmering white pentacle that manifests in water environments, +and I stepped across the water onto the center. Since I was the only +passenger, I immediately said "go." But also, in the back of my +mind, there was the question, and as the teleporter activated, the +desperate question came through clearly: + + "What am I doing... + + ...here?" The smell hit me first, but then it always hits +first. Strong, pungent masculine sweat of a dozen species and +leather combined with other, less definable (or more deniable) +smells. The heat hits second. Rick uses full radiation-divestiture +cooling units, and it doesn't help. The raw incandescent lightbulbs, +the bodies and motion of what was probably over a hundred males +moving in rhythm to music that was too damned loud, added to the heat +that soaked through me where my skin was exposed. My face was +flushed, and I knew it. What am I doing here? + + I walked forward into the dark and shadows and approached the +bar. Horny, yes, but looking for something, too. But what? A +specific species? A certain size? A master for a night, the +weekend? What am I doing here? + + There was a time when doing this-- engaging in random, violent, +wild sex with whatever mel struck my fancy-- was the high point of my +every day. But I eventually grew tired of it, because something was +missing, something I get out of my love for P'nyssa. And when the +need for the violence, for the intense sensory overload, for the +simple pleasure that cleansing pain can be, gets to be too much, I go +to people I know, people I trust to handle me right. Once again I +wondered, What am I doing here? + + I walked up to the bar and ordered something mild and simple. +The bartender, a Felinzi, gave me this furrowed-brow look, his ears +pulling forward, but I ignored it. Whatever I was looking for, it +didn't take long for that something to find me. I stood with my back +to most of the bar when this enormous grey-furred paw clamped itself +over my eyes. I struggled for a second when this low, barely +controlled Uncia voice, full of menace, growled, "Don't fight, and +don't talk. I have orders not to hurt you too badly. I know who you +are, and I know you speak Uncia." I stopped. I don't fight with +two-and-a-half meters and two hundred kilos of anthropomorphic snow +leopard, not without powered armor I don't, but I wanted to. His +huge paw firmly over my eyes, the tips of his claws imbedded just to +the point of pain against my right temple,he turned me around and +directed me. The claws of his other paw were pressed through the +leather vest I wore, and he pushed me on. Not for the first time I +wondered, What am I doing here? + + The music of The Underground faded into the background, and I +realized he was leading me back towards the private rooms. There was +the sound of a door opening, and he pushed me through it into a room +that felt small. Oh Gods, did he take me back to the dungeon? More +hands were suddenly on me, and three more mels, as far as I could +tell, began removing my pants, my boots, my shirt and vest. I +struggled again, and there was a sharp slap across my ass. I +groaned. There was more noise, the sound of chains, and leather +straps were wrapped around my wrists, my arms right above the elbow, +my ankles and above the knees, and around my throat. The claw at my +back moved to my shoulder, and began to force me down. I whimpered +as I was forced into a kneeling position. I was pushed down onto a +leather platform, and I heard chains rattle as I realized I was being +strapped into a suspended harness. I tried to get up, but hands +grabbed me and pushed me back down, securing my belted neck to a +variform headrest that provided for easy access to my mouth. My +wrists were crossed and secured behind my back. + + More hands grabbed my legs and spread them wide. I heard more +chains as I was firmly secured to the floor by the ankles and knees. +The Uncia never took his paw from my eyes. A final leather belt was +laid across the small of my back and tightly secured to the harness. +The hands left me, and then the Uncia's paw left as well. The lights +were off! I still couldn't see a damn thing. I heard the shuffling +of feet as I heard my four assailants leave, and when they opened the +door the little light admitted let me see only a featureless grey +wall. + + I don't know how long I sat there in the dark, waiting. I +strained, fighting against the leather, fighting with my fear. I +stopped occasionally, and tried to sort out the scent of my four +assailants, looking for anything familiar. Nothing. This room was +obviously well used, the harness infused with sweat. I waited, +struggling. + + The door behind me opened. A bolt of fear shot through me. For +the first time I realized just how vulnerable I was, my ass spread +wide and exposed, my cock hanging free and accessible. There were +footsteps, and a low chuckling growl. I heard the door click shut. +The smell of my new master washed over me, leather and sweat, and I +knew what he was. Mephit. All the facts about Mephits ran through +my mind. Averaging 175 cm and a little lighter than humans. Black +fur, erectile tail-- anthropomorph skunk. And this one, I knew him, +but where? His scent was oh, so familiar! Dammit, I knew this +melMeph! + + There was another chuckle, and I jumped as I felt sharp claws +lightly touch my buttocks. He laughed, a cruel laugh that told me +nothing. The claws tracked across my ass and up the small of my +back, one of the most ticklish parts of my body, sending shocks +through me that rattled the chains of my leather prison. And then +there was a voice, and he said, "Hello, Shardik." + + I groaned. I knew him. Oh, yes, I did, and I was going to pay +dearly for that knowledge. "Hello..." I whispered, gulped, "Hello, +Aaden." + + He walked around to stand in front of me, and then crouched down +so we were nearly face-to-face. "Remember the last time we met?" he +asked. + + My tongue was thick, but I managed to say, "In the Hex." + + "Remember what happened that day?" He was grinning, evil. + + I nodded, then found my balls to say, "You lost." + + He reacted like I'd hit him, pulling his arm back to slap me, +but didn't. He grinned again, maliciously, and said, "You won. You +were the first person to beat me, to actually take me all the way to +the bell, you bastard. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COST ME?" + + I nodded, echoing his grin as I did so. Tied up as I was, +helpless as I was, I had him. I had beat him in the Hex, and his +first loss had unseated his legend. I'd fucked him there in the +center, in front of the roaring crowd, raping him as he'd have done +to me had he won. He could be beat, and I had proven it. He was +still one of the best, but he was beatable. + + "Well, guess what, Shardik... Tonight you get yours. Me and my +four friends are going teach you what it means to win. And you're +not going to see it." He reached back behind the chaps he wore, took +out a leather blindfold, and approached me. I whipped my head back +and forth to avoid his hands, but he snapped his fingers and the door +opened. "I'm not going to argue with you on this." The Uncia's huge +paws clamped down on my head and held me still. The blindfold went +on. + + "Dammit, Aaden, let me see!" + + "Oh, no, not on your life," he replied. I felt the Uncia let go +of me, and I was left to hang there, blind. There was silence again. + + And then I heard the sound of clothing being removed, and of +heavy groans of male approval. The smell of sex was strong again, +and my cock responded, becoming erect even as it dangled freely. +There was a small laugh, then a paw touched my face, wrapping over it +and then under my chin. The fingers, Aaden's by the scent, pressed +into my jaw, and he said, "Open it." I resisted. He squeezed harder +until my jaw ached, and repeated, "Open it. Now." + + I opened my mouth, waiting. I could feel him approaching, smell +his crotch, the familiar sweet smell, and I felt the head of his cock +play over my lips. I pursed my lips to kiss him, and he pulled away. +"See," he said. "You want it." + + I did. I waited as he played with my blindness, slapping my +cheeks gently with his cock, teasing. He would pull away, then +slowly slide the head of his cock against my cheek or up my chin. +"Bastard," I gasped. + + "Ahh, you're too anxious. You don't think I could give this to +you so easily, do you? You have to suffer." + + He pressed the head against my lips, and I opened my mouth to +let him. He was huge, described at the Hex if I recall as "two soda +cans placed one atop the other." Maybe not, but it was close. The +head slid past my lips, and I couldn't help but scrape teeth along +it, he was so damn large. My tongue was pressed flat against the +floor of my mouth, but I did my best, drawing my lips around his +cock, feeling the velvet soft head and the slight ridge that ran the +underside. I concentrated on his cock, trying to please him. + + I felt his hand reach up under the hair on the back of my neck +and clamp down on a handful. I groaned, possessed. Dammit, who had +told him that? Grab my hair properly like that and I'll do anything. +He slowly began to rock back and forth, his enormous maleness fucking +my mouth. I heard some sounds, maybe talking, but it didn't concern +me. Until I felt the results. + + He stroked slowly, always just barely striking the back of my +throat, and my reflex had tears streaming down my eyes. I wanted +him, wanted him to come, please. + + I felt a slight caress against my ass and the pleasure drove me +berserk, straining against the bonds, the chains. Aaden's cock in my +mouth was going no faster, no more demanding. It was going to take +forever, and I wanted it now! The touch was a mitten, somewhere my +dim brain registered one of Aaden's four friends as a Tindal. One +spoke to another, and I understood the language, but I didn't try to +comprehend it. The cock, Aaden's cock, was all that concerned me. +That and the soft mitt at my backside. + + The mitt went away, and it returned, sharply, slapping my ass. +The stinging pain made me try and cry out, but Aaden's cock muffled +my scream. Again, and again. "Don't bite," Aaden chided me. "I +might have to get rough." + + Damn you, damn you, the words shot through my mind. Get rough, +then. Just don't tease me like this. + + The slaps stopped, and they hadn't been hard enough to leave +much more than a mild sting. Tindals don't have much strength as it +is. I could feel sometimes a soft coolness under my chin when a tear +fell off of me, and sometimes one left a cool track down my throat. +There was a soft warm breath over my ass, and then somebody pressed +their lips to my buttocks. I groaned again. The lips kissed me +gently. Dammit, who was he? I held perfectly still, not wanting to +discourage those lips. I concentrated on Aaden's cock, but the lips +approached my anus, slowly, and then whoever it was pressed a single +kiss to my asshole. My mind reeled. Please, oh please. + + It went away, and as it did I felt Aaden's cock pull away as +well. I cried out, incoherent with need. + There was a shuffling, and the slight draft told me Aaden had +left me, gone back to be with his buddies. There were more moans, +more malesex sounds, wet and teasing. My heart beat hard, and I +cursed quietly. I felt someone soft and furry crawl under me, and I +felt something... a pillow, be passed underneath me as well. A hand, +no, a mitten, passed over my cock, and I groaned, louder than ever. +Slowly, whoever it was breathed on my cock, and I jumped. Soft lips +encircled the head, and slowly the Tindal underneath me began to suck +me, as slowly as Aaden had forced me to suck him. He was good. So +good, and so slow. There was a hand on my back, moving up to my +head, and like Aaden's, this paw reached up under my hair and grabbed +me. I groaned. Too much, too much. I recognized the touch of my +Uncia kidnaper. He came around, and again in Uncia said, "You get +mine." I felt the head of his cock against my lips, and I grabbed it +with my mouth, wanting more. It was soft, but my greedy sucking +would quickly change that. The Uncia moaned appreciatively. I +worked on it with more care, trying to concentrate, trying to ignore +the torture of the mouth around my penis. + + A hand again reached out to caress my ass, and I heard a thump +as someone dropped to his knees on the wooden floor. There was a +shuffling, and I felt the soft fur of Aaden's thighs against mine, +and his soft cock pressed gently down the crease of my ass, the head +dangling against my balls. The mouth around my cock never ceased. + + Aaden leaned back, and from what I could hear, someone back +there was stroking him to hardness. No, Aaden, I begged silently. +Someone else first, you're too big. Let someone else break me in +first, please. It's been too long! + + But all I could do was moan around my Uncia lover's cock. It +was of average thickness, but it was long, and he used it to his best +advantage, shoving it past my throat, ravishing me, gagging me over +and over, eliciting more tears as he buried his cock into me, and I +felt the heavy fur and powerful muscles of his belly against my face +when he did. Then he pulled back to let me breathe before starting +again. + + Aaden rose, and I felt two fingers spreading a lubricant around +my anus. It was hot; someone had cared enough to warm it before use. +The hand again vanished, and I felt Aaden rise. The Uncia stopped +for a moment, and said, "You're gonna get it now." + + I heard Aaden reply, "Yes, he is." I felt the head of his cock +against my asshole, and behind it I could feel his whole body +pressing. He was as hard as steel and as demanding as fire. My anus +gave way a little, and the head pressed past the first ring of muscle +towards the second ring, the involuntary ring. My ass would give no +further, but Aaden just held there, waiting, and he said quietly, +"You're going to take me." He pressed again, and I gave way just a +little more. The mouth around my cock had stopped, I hadn't noticed +when. Slowly, there was a burning sensation around my asshole, a +stretching, tearing feeling that hurt so much and was so wonderfully +familiar again after all these years. Aaden pressed a little harder, +and suddenly I felt my asshole clamp down around him as the entire +head of his cock slid into me. I groaned in pain, and in pleasure. +Oh, yes. + + His hands grabbed my hips and he pressed further, his cock +probing deeper into me, sliding into my rectum, and I felt the +ancient cramping sensation as he pressed up against my insides, +leading deeper into my guts. He had me, pinned like a butterfly, +violated. I strained against my bonds to meet him, and he responded, +pulling out until the head was left, and then sliding into me, +gently. He was slow and sure and he hurt and he felt so good. The +Uncia's paw tightened against my hair, and he began to fuck my mouth, +again, and I responded, hungry again. The Tindal sucked on me, +teasing me torturously, but Aaden set the pace of it all, as he +slowly fucked my yielded ass. The tenor of my begging changed, and I +honestly hoped one of them was a telepath. Rape me. Please, use me, +let me be your toy, your fuck toy, your favorite toy. Use me +forever. + + Aaden began to fuck me faster, and I could feel the ring of my +anus following his cock in and out, and his fucking became harder. +Then he stopped, and I felt a shuffling as he placed his knees up +closer to mine, and as he stroked into me his thighs struck mine, his +hips striking my buttocks, small ripples through our muscular bodies +as he slammed me, fucking me, his enormous hard cock taking me, +ravaging my ass. The Uncia was forced to accept the pace with every +hard shove, and he began to fuck me in earnest. I could feel his +orgasm approaching, and he forced it deeper into me. There was no +warning, though, when he came, shooting his thick cream down my +throat, but his roar filled my ears, my mind, for a moment blocking +out even Aaden's eternal cock filling my backside. + + The mouth around my cock had eased, backing off, and I wanted to +come then, but finally it went away completely. Damn you, I thought +again. Please. Vile epithets filled my mind as Aaden filled my +asshole with his penis. Damn you. + + Aaden began slamming me so hard that the entire harness shifted, +and I heard his teeth grind and he said, "I'm gonna come," and with +three painfully hard jabs deep into my belly he screamed and came, +and I actually could feel his come filling me, heating and burning +and so wonderful. He collapsed, leaving me still on edge. + + The other two men in the room hadn't said a word the entire +time, but I heard Aaden address them, saying, "Your turn." There was +a small laugh, and Aaden rose from his position behind me. He was +replaced by another pair of thighs, and another cock was slid into +me. The sudden change burned worse than ever, but I didn't care. A +cock was presented to my lips, and I sucked on it rapturously. These +two fucked me hard front and rear, and the one in front was very +definitely human, the one behind me I guessed to be another Mephit. +They used me as effectively as Aaden and the Uncia, and when they +came Aaden and the Uncia took their places, this time the Uncia +taking my ass and Aaden forcing my mouth against his anus to lick and +rim him before turning and filling my mouth with his creamy white +come. All the time the Tindal on the floor kept sucking me, taking +me to the edge and then backing off. Again the other two took me, +and the cock down my throat was definitely Mephit, and they ravished +me as surely as they could. + + Then they all backed off, and the mouth around my cock was +stronger and more insistent. I felt Aaden get behind, and he slowly +slid into me. He cock filled me again as it had before, like no +other cock had tonight, and he fucked me slowly and firmly, and I +cursed and blessed him as the Tindal underneath me sucked firmly, his +mitten coming up and slowly stroking my balls and sometimes past them +to touch my asshole as Aaden's cock sawed in and out of me. I was in +heaven, and I could feel the pain of denial fading, my orgasm coming, +coming. Aaden began to shove harder, and he was going to come one +last time, the third time, and suddenly it felt like my balls +squeezed down on their own, and everything stopped, and I came, +crashing down in an orgasm so long and so loud that they must have +heard me back in the main room, my every muscle straining. Aaden +screamed aloud too, and the throbbing of his cock back inside me was +a final baptism for me. I collapsed. + + When I came to, I was loose. They were gone. I rose, aching in +every muscle, from every demand. My anus hurt like it had never hurt +before, my jaw tired, my cock sore from what must have been two hours +of erection. When I finally did try and stand, my mind reeled. I +braced myself against the wall. The room was actually smaller than I +had thought at first. I noted a few things, like the small package +of wipes on the floor, mostly used. Thank you, Aaden, for being at +least that concerned about my health that you would clean yourselves +before taking my mouth again. The other thing was the little yellow +sheet on the door. "We're in the Arc dining room. Come find us if +you awake before 1800 hrs." + + I dressed, noting the five claw holes in the vest. They weren't +bad. I was going to keep them. + + I left to find my abusers. It was well before 1800. I imagine +I wobbled a little as I walked. The thought made me smile. But I +hurt. + + It was a good hurt. + + + + EPILOGUE: + + Walking through the bar had been difficult, trying to face all +those horny males, but I reached the SDisk and ordered it to take me +to my own room. I showered, dressed and took a public disk to the +Arc dining room. + + When I got there, the sun was shining through the enourmous +skylight, and the plants that lined the metalwork ceiling were green +and lush. I scanned the white-washed room for Aaden, and I found +him, complete with his four compatriots, and got the shock of my +life. + + There was a general loud greeting, a lot of "Hey, how ya +feelin's," and there, sitting between Aaden and the Uncia, sat +P'nyssa. I sat down at the table uncomfortably, shifting, and said, +rather shyly, "Hi. Guess I'll be doing that for a couple of days." + + Aaden raised his eyebrows and said, "Guess you will. Well?" + + "Well what?" I asked. + + "Did you like it?" + + I stopped, gaped, and said, "Of course I liked it. But... +How..." + + "P'nyssa?" Aaden asked, both to finish my question and to prompt +P'nyssa to answer it. + + She said, "We had this planned months ago. We were just waiting +for you to show up." + + "You what?" + + Well, you told me a while ago that that was a fantasy of yours, +to be willfully raped by several men." + + "So you... and he..." I was stunned. "But I must have told you +that years ago!" + + She nodded. "So?" + + I sighed. "Thank you, P'nyssa." I rose, walked over to her and +hugged her over the chair. "I love you." + + "I love you too," she said. + + "How did you know to get Aaden?" I asked, still stunned. + She smiled that coy smile that always drives me crazy. "That +was the hard part. But I did some research." She reached under the +table and pulled out a memory chip, plugged it into a small HoloMan +she carried, and Kathy Hawkwind's picture illustrated fine, and began +to relate the story I'd told her. + + "Sonuvabitch," was all I said. + + Aaden introduced me to the other three, the Human being a huge +blond man named Derek, the Uncia was named Tarritt and the other +Mephit, named Erith. I hugged every one of them, but when I stopped +at Erith I said, "Young melMeph, have you got something against me?" + + He looked flustered, and said, "No... why?" + + "Because you fucked me hard, real hard. Harder than Aaden, +even." + + "No, I don't think I do. I thought you liked that sort of +thing." + + I smiled, and laid an arm across my stomach, wincing at the +slight cramp still there, and said, "I do. Wow. One other thing, +Aaden, how did you mask P'nyssa's scent?" + + P'nyssa answered. "A little perfume, a little misdirection, a +little hardware. It wasn't hard." + + "Oh." They weren't going to tell me. That's okay; it worked. +"How did you get P'nyssa past Rick? As far as I know, she's the +first female to ever get into The Underground." + + "Ken," Aaden answered. The fact that he called me by my first +name surprised me. "Nobody is ever going to argue with an Uncia and +Shardik's roommate. Not even an AI." + + I smiled. It's nice to have friends like that. + +-- +"Aaden's Revenge" +The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al. +are copyright (c) 1989-1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribute freely +via electronic media. This copyright permits individual users to +make single hardcopies for their own use. The Journal Entries may +not be sold or otherwise distributed for profit. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aadendnc.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aadendnc.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3abede39 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aadendnc.txt @@ -0,0 +1,768 @@ +Urim 18, 0523 + + I hate dancing. Can't stand it, don't like it, won't do it +except under duress. Dancing is not having sex standing up, because +I've done that. Dancing is standing still, only faster. The basic +reason behind my dislike of dancing is that I think I look like an +idiot out there. I'm sure I have no rhythm, no grace. Oh sure, give +me a suit of Shirow and I'll do pirouettes, but that's only because +I've pre-programmed routines into the suit and string them together. +People who dance professionally tell me that's what they do, but the +'routines' are in their heads. I guess I don't have programmable +legs. + + But P'nyssa loves to dance. Adores it. And every once in a +while, we go dancing together. I drag her to readings and rock +concerts, so I suppose it's only fair that she drags me to a dance +every once in awhile. But, as always, I ended up standing on the +sidelines praying that she won't ask me out there. Begging whatever +deity watches over me to let me stay in peace. + + I enjoyed watching, to be honest; there are few things sexier +than watching a Felinzi who knows how to dance. Especially since +this year's fashion was particularly revealing. + + "Want to join me?" she asked, smiling. + + I sighed inwardly and said "Sure." She reached out a ten and +pulled me onto the floor, where I proceeded to do my best to keep up +with the tempo. But I still felt spotlighted, watched by a thousand +judging eyes, just waiting for the thumbs-down. Call me paranoid, +but that's how I felt. + + The song ended and I hoped for a quick retreat. The next tune +the CJ pulled up was a lot slower. That I can handle. It gave me an +excuse to pull P'nyssa closer. She laughed when I whispered that +into her ear. + + We danced slowly on the darkened dance floor, cuddling under the +slowly turning lights, surrounded by dozens of other couples doing +the same. Every once in a while I would sneak a hand down and +squeeze her ass through her skirt. Her response was to do the same +to me. + + We were barely moving when P'nyssa looked up over my shoulder +and said, "Hi!" + + I broke away from her to see an old friend standing behind me, +Aaden Satpulov. He cocked his furry head querulously and said, "May +I have this dance?" + + P'nyssa and I at once said, "Of course." I looked at her, she +looked at me. We laughed. "I think he meant you," she said. + + "Indeed," Aaden said. + + I stammered for a second, then said, "I accept." She smiled and +wandered off through the crowd. The music changed; another slow +song. Had he known, or merely hoped? It didn't matter; I opened my +arms and took him in, cursing my predilection for full-length +sleeves. I wanted to feel him. + + He put his arms under mine, around me, laying his head on my +shoulder. I reached around and put my hand on the back of his neck, +just at the collar, the other around his middle. We danced. This +time the music was a little faster, but not much; there was no reason +to move apart. He chuckled gently, and I felt it reverberate through +my chest. It felt good. + + As we danced, I thought about my feelings for Aaden. When we +met, it was at opposing ends of a game of wrestling and ravishment. +We snarled at each other, glared, fought. I won. + + He exacted his revenge by arranging with P'nyssa and three other +males to tie me down and take me. We've met occasionally since then, +usually in scenes that involved one of us being 'on top' of each +other. + + His hands ran along my back, his knuckles sliding gently over my +spine through the shirt. I replied equally, stroking under his deep, +long fur, enjoying the feeling. I love long fur; sometimes I wish I +had it. And his is so soft, so caressable. + + The song ended, and a faster one took its place. We moved +apart, and he was smiling at me, a strange sort of smile. "Want to +get off the floor?" he shouted over the music. + + "Yes!" I replied. We walked off the floor quickly, taking cover +from the writhing bodies. Once we were off the floor, I set about +looking for P'nyssa. Although the club we were in was small, I +couldn't find her. I walked over to an interface and said, "Josh!" + + The AI took its sweet time getting back to me. I waited at +least half a minute before he said, "Ken, whaddya need?" + + "Where's P'nyssa?" + + "She left a few minutes ago!" he replied. "With Wilshas. +Didn't you see?" + + "No!" I shouted back. This music is too loud. "Thanks!" I +wandered back to where Aaden sat, waiting. I took the seat opposite +him, pushing a few buttons and ordering a drink from the food server. + + "What's up?" he asked. + + I shrugged. "P'nyssa took off," I replied. For some reason the +music seemed quieter here, even though we were closer to the actual +dance floor. A waitress came by with my drink. "I've been abandoned +by my date." + + "Well," he replied, "I can stay if you'd like company." + + "Actually, I'd like to get out of here. If I stay any longer, +my ears'll start to bleed." + + He laughed and said, "I know the feeling. Come on!" He rose, +pushing the chair back, cursing as his tail got caught in the split +of the backing. I smiled. He cut a quick swath through the crowd; +although he's just my height, Aaden's huge, especially for a Mephit. +He spends at least two hours every day in the gym, and he's earned +every milligram of muscle he has. My problem is if I spent that much +time in a weight machine I'd go out of my mind. For me, exercise is +sex and karate. Weight lifting seems like work to me. + + The crowd parted as we exited out the front door. Aaden made no +apologies- people just moved out of his way. He acted as if that +were how they should respond, too. + + Outside, the sounds dimmed into the background, but my ears were +ringing. Every sound came through with a dulled quality. "So," I +said. "Where to, now?" + + He shrugged. "'Sup to you. We could go home." + + "Your home, or mine?" Gods, did I just say "Your place or +mine?" + + He missed the reference and said, "Well, that depends. You've a +live in who may or may not be interrupted by our stumbling in. You +should call ahead." + + I nodded. I found another intercom a few steps down the hall +from the door to the nightclub and toggled it. "Josh, can you get me +Dave?" + + "Sure thing," he said. + + "Ken?" + + "Dave? Is P'nyssa home?" + + "No she isn't. She told me not to expect her home tonight." My +eyebrows shot up at that. "Is there a problem?" + + "No, no. No problem. Just wondering. She left me at the Arc +nightclub without telling me." + + "That is unusual. Should I contact her?" + + "No, that's okay. I might be home shortly." + + "Okay. I'll keep an eye out." + + "Thanks. G'night." + + "Goodnight, Ken." There was an audible >click< as Dave detached +from the speaker. + + I turned to Aaden and said, "Well, looks like I'm free for the +evening. We could hit another bar, maybe even Rick's, or someplace +in Rhysh or Downtown. Hell, we could go to the old Underground now +that it's been rebuilt." + + He looked up at the ceiling amusedly and said, "Why don't we go +to Lithe park? It's in daylight now." + + I shrugged and said "Sure." It was a strange suggestion; a +child-oriented theme park didn't seem his speed. We walked down to +the nearest SDisk and he led the way, giving instructions to Josh as +we walked. The SDisk transition was easy, but I blinked, groaning, +as we stepped out into a daylit sector. + + "Easy," he said. + + "I'm okay," I said, shielding my eyes. People were apparently +waiting to use the SDisk so we stepped off, making room. "Where are +we?" + + "Back in the quote nature trail unquote section. It's one of my +more favored sections- not as busy as the rides or the shows, and a +lot quieter." + + "Okay." There were childish screams and giggles coming from +somewhere around me. I turned around to find a large swimming hole +almost literally crawling with little kids splashing, screaming, and +making a mess. "This is quieter?" I asked. + + "This way," he said, leading me down a pathway. Once through a +cut in the trees the sounds faded quickly into the background. "One +thing I've never understood is the need we seem to have for the +artificial." + + "Huh?" + + "All those kids back there. Do you realize that that pool is +kept sterile by circulating its entire mass of water every hour +almost a klick underground to a superconductor storage ring next to a +fusion plant just so the gauss can shred anything going through it? +Why, when any natural swimming hole will do, and is chemically +probably a lot cleaner? As far as I know, there's nothing artificial +about the lagoon where you live." + + "No there isn't." + + "Then why is Lithe so popular, even as just a swimming hole? +Doesn't make sense." + + "Look whose talking. You enjoy the artificial yourself." + + "How so?" he said. + + "Your favorite form of sexual expression is the only one that +requires hardware." + + "Not really," he said. "I don't need rope and chains. Just a +mel with the right voice, the right attitude, and boom! I'm on my +knees." + + I shrugged. "Still..." + + "Still, nothing. Unless I've really missed my guess, you own a +vibrator, don't you?" + + "Two," I admitted, smiling. + + "See? That's artificial, but you don't need it, do you?" I +shook my head. "Making love or dominating is all attitude... the +toys make it easier, make it louder, make it harder and faster, but +they don't make it." + + I smiled. "Do you know, I know nothing about you?" + + "What's to know?" he said. + + I switched to Anglic; it would serve the pun in mind. "This is +starting to get monogamous." + + He didn't get it. Damn, he doesn't speak Anglic. I explained +the joke and he smiled, nodded. "It is," he agreed. "But not +monotonous." + + "No?" + + "Is P'nyssa monotonous?" + + "Hardly," I said. + + "Then why should I be?" + + "Like I said, I know nothing about you." + + "Let's start with the basics. Everybody knows what you do. I +drive atmospheric shuttles when I want to, paint when I want to, and +tend the Rhysh gardens when they need it." + + We stepped out onto a wide road on the other side of which the +path continued. The smell of horses was in the air. + + "You're the gardener?" + + "Just one. There are others. Borodir tried to get me enrolled +into cooking school, but I told him to forget it. And as for the +physical department, I'm not a trainer. I could only serve- as a +good example, of course." + + "Of course," I said. I reached out a hand, and he took it. His +paw felt warm clasped in mine, my fingertips curling around it and +touching the short fur on the back. He reached out with his other +hand and hugged me, like we had been at the dance, only out here +there was no pretense, no "reason" to be this close, other than +because we wanted to be. "Aaden," I said into the fur ruffled at his +neck, "I think I'm falling in love." + + He chuckled again. "You do that all the time." + + I laughed briefly. "Yeah, guess I do. The funny thing this +time is who it is." + + "Why is that funny?" + + "Because I'm really straight, I think," I replied in a wistful +sort of matter-of-fact voice. + + "Now that's ridiculous." + + "Is it?" I asked. "Aaden, I can bottom out to a man for the +same reason you do, except you do it exclusively. They terrify me +more than women do. But I've never really thought of loving a mel." + + "What about, oh, what's his name, the Felinzi- You know, your +stardiving friend." + + "Who, N'nance? That was a one-time thing. Mostly because he +was lonely, bedridden, and I was in a mischievous mood." + + "But you do love him, don't you? You did it because you wanted +to make him feel good. I read that entry, and I saw a lot of you in +it, Ken. Not just the mischievousness, either." + + We walked along silently. Did I love Nance? He was a friend, +surely, had been for centuries. I had panicked when he had been +nearly killed. "You're right," I said. + + "It's not my being right that matters, Ken. It's that you see +it. You said yourself that it's silly to exclude half the sentient +population from the fun part of sex. But what about love?" + + "Aaden," I said. He turned to me. I looked him straight in the +eyes and said, "Fair enough. I. Love. You." + + He laughed, and I laughed along. He pulled me close and said, +"That's my Ken." There was nothing sweeter at that moment than being +in his big, furry arms. + + "Let's go home," I said. + + "Let's take the long way," he replied. I nodded. We walked +along the trail, eventually coming back to the beginning again, full +of screaming children. A few even recognized me. They didn't even +begin to question the big Mephit I had my arm around. + + We got onto the SDisk and headed back to the Castle. I almost +never call it "Shardik Castle," that's just too damned pretentious. +But when I call it "The Castle" people ask, "Which one?" + + We took the easy way into the residential floor, walking along +the corridors quietly, waving to Ember who was doing her usual +impression as nightowl. The door slid open easily and we walked into +my residence. It looked as homey as ever, although P'nyssa had left +the sliding glass door to the patio open again. Still, it was a +warm, clear night with almost no chance of rain, so I figured it +wasn't a problem. "Can I get you anything?" I asked. + + "What have you got for wines?" + + "Wines? You want wines? Let's see, we've got more wines than I +know what do with, including a deSchane." + + "You've got deSchane?" His eyes lit up like a little boy's +being given his first yoyo. + + "deSchane dry, '49. Like a glass?" + + "If it doesn't sound to eager, please!" + + I found two wine glasses and poured them full, re-corking the +bottle and putting it back into the cooler when I was done. I handed +him a glass over the bar. He sniffed it, gave a puzzled look, then +drank a small taste. "Doesn't taste like his usual." + + "Shouldn't. That's his ceremonial batch, not his commercial." +I thought Aaden's eyes were going to bug out. + + "Ceremonial batch? You've got a bottle of the batch he does +magic with?" + + "Well, the remainder of a year's batch. He prepares a new one +every year, you know." + + "I know, I know, but still... How?" + + "I'm not permitted..." + + "Oh. Sorry." + + I shrugged. "It's okay." I walked around the bar and kissed +him on the muzzle. "I figured you would ask. It's allright." + + "No wonder I felt so weird." + + "Makes you lightheaded?" + + "Just a little," he said, smiling. + + "Yeah, even the commercial stuff has that effect, but when you +get a whiff of his consecrated wine, you know what power is." A +thought hit me, one which I disliked intensely. + + Aaden noticed. "What's wrong?" + + "I just used something... artificial... to take control of a +situation. I knew showing you this would... " + + "Put me in your power?" he said. + + "Something like that," I said. I sighed. "I'm impossible." + + He shook his head, put down the glass and said, "Come here." + + I stepped forward and he put his arms around me. I melted +against him; almost immediately the thoughts went away and I was his +again. I closed my eyes and sighed. + + "See?" he said. "A good hug cures everything." I smiled, tears +welling slightly in my eyes. I felt so good just being there I +barely noticed the hardened shaft pressing against me. Almost +without thought I reached down and ran my open hand along the length +showing through the black silk pants he wore. He inhaled, hissing +slightly. "You are impossible." + + "Only in some things, sex being one of them." + + He chuckled. "Keep that up, and you'll get more sex than you +can handle." + + "Think so?" I asked. "I've already proven I can handle this +oversized monster." We were joking like old lovers. We were old +lovers; it was only today I realized we were friends, too. + + He laughed as my hands found the lace on his right hip and +pulled the bow free, pulling his pants open and dropping them to the +floor. His cock waved, only semi-erect. Aaden's penis isn't that +overly long, only about 185 mm, but what it is is thick. It's hard +to find something to compare it to, except maybe a soda bottle. He +laughed as I ran my hand over it, closing into a fist around it and +stroking him. + + "You like that, don't you?" I asked. + + "Of course I do," he sighed. His paw found my erect cock +through my jeans. "As much as you do." + + As he undid the buttons on my fly I nodded. He had to put some +effort into pulling my pants off, so I helped him. Once I stepped +out of my jeans, we stood there, looking at each other. I still had +my shirt on; Aaden, like many furries, wasn't wearing a shirt, just +the small leather vest that is his statement. I put my hands on each +side of the vest and said, "May I?" + + He nodded, and I slowly slid it off and down his back, carefully +folding it and placing it on top of the bar. He wasn't so kind with +my shirt, pulling it off brusquely. But he was careful with the +cloissone on the collar, removing it from the shirt, replacing the +clasp and putting it atop his vest. + + "Now that the rituals are over," I said with a smile, "Where +were we?" + + He chuckled again. "We were about to go into the bedroom." + + "Were we?" I asked. "What's wrong with here? The rug's +shaggy." + + "That's the problem. We've never made love in bed, Ken. On +floors, in chains, on slings, tied to posts, but never in bed." + + I paused, then laughed a short laugh. "You're right. And when +you're right, you're right. Follow me!" I said, skipping across the +floor to the portal and jumping down. By the time he had gotten down +to the bed I had thrown the covers aside. "Welcome," I said. + + He sat down on the bed and said, "Thank you." + + I leaned over and kissed him on the muzzle gently. He parted +his mouth slightly and his tongue pressed against my lips. I opened +my mouth, letting his long tongue enter me and explore. My hands +explored him. For the first time in all the years I've known him, I +had a chance to touch him, to play with him the way I wanted to. I +pressed my hands against his fur, feeling it slide between my +fingers, feeling both warm and cool. Underneath it I could feel his +pectorals, hard and unyielding, warm and wondrous. + + He sighed gently as we kissed. "Do you know," he said, "I've +wanted you to do that for years." + + "Do what?" + + "Just stroke me. All our meetings were hard, fast, brief. I +never got a chance to do this-" he put his paw on my chest- "and just +feel your skin. Always fighting, following orders, fucking." + + I shook my head. "Why didn't you ask?" + + He shrugged. "Didn't know how." He paused for a second, then +said, "I have a confession." + + "What?" + + "I spent yesterday afternoon with your coimelin. I asked her +permission for this." + + I wonder what the expression on my face was. Not really knowing +what to do, I slowly caressed his fur with my left hand. He +continued, "Not really permission. I wanted to know how to get your +attention." + + I shook my head. "All you had to do was ask, Aaden. You don't +know how long I've wanted you like this." + + He nodded. "I know that now." He leaned over to kiss me again. + + My right hand trailed down his chest, circling the root of his +cock to cup his warm balls in my hand, rotating them gently in my +fingers. My left hand still against his chest, I pushed him down +onto the bed, leaning over him. "Shh..." I said, leaning over. I +nuzzled his neck gently, diving into the deep white fur of his chest, +making my way down. I licked his nipples playfully, but not with any +seriousness. My right hand idled up from his balls to play with his +erection, teasing it to life, then letting it ease back down. I +wanted him to wait, but more importantly I didn't want him to be +completely hard when I first tried to get him into my mouth. + + As his erection flagged, I made my way down quickly. His body +tensed, and I noted with precision his ticklish spots. I barely +noticed when a single finger of his paw touched me on my back, but it +came through very clearly as he eased down between the cheeks of my +ass, over my anus. That made me swoon. + + I nuzzled up against his cock, erect and out of its sheath, +lying peacefully amidst his bellyfur. I licked at it playfully, +taking the head of it against my lips, into my mouth. I felt the +soft sponginess of the head on my lips and tongue, and slowly I eased +him into my mouth. I had taken him before, I could do it again. I +felt the head against the back of my throat. All my attention was +there; I literally did not know what, if anything, he was doing with +my cock. His was all-important. I paused, inhaled deeply through my +nose, felt the air rush past that place where his penis lay, and +eased forward, grabbing for more length with my lips, opening my jaw +further. + + My gag reflex didn't even complain. It slid down easily, +filling me in ways even being fisted didn't compare to. Sight, +smell, taste, touch, and sound contributed to the overwhelming +feeling of completion. I loved him, and he me. He trusted my teeth +and I guess I was trusting his claws, although I couldn't have told +the difference. I began to slide back up off his full cock, then +back down again. With each easy thrust down my throat I felt my air +blocked off, then restored as the head returned to my mouth, reach of +my tongue. + + I was worshipping him. Utterly and totally. I wanted to feel +him climax, wanted to slowly and surely push him over the edge, with +nobody watching us and making demands. It was him and me. + + Slick with my saliva, the flesh of his cock was satiny sweet. +Even though his size pressed my tongue to the floor of my mouth I +managed to excite him. He growled. His hand came up under my hair, +grabbing me in just that way that turns me on. "I'm going to come +soon," he growled, his hips starting to buck. I wanted to smile, but +didn't have the room. I concentrated on his cock, stroking faster, +demanding more. Come on, Aaden, I thought. That's it. + + He groaned, his hand pushing down, his hips pushing up, +thrusting all of his length into me. I accepted it, taking it down +my throat as he shuddered, his body quivering under me. + + As his cock slowly shrank in my mouth I eased off of it, closing +my lips and slurping up as much of the moisture as I could, not +wanting to completely mess up his fur. His cock dropped to his +belly, and I ran my finger along it gently, watching it twitch. He +groaned. + + I turned around to look at his face. He blinked and said, +"Thank you." + + "For what?" I asked. "Night's not over yet." + + "No, it isn't." He chuckled as I lay down next to him, cuddling +him close. His left hand, which lay underneath me, found my cock +between us. His fingers stroked it gently with what little room he +had. He pushed gently against my side, and I turned over onto my +back. "I'll show you how it's done." + + I smiled. "You didn't just show me how it was done a few +minutes ago." + + "Are you telling me you're upset with my performance?" he asked, +incredulous. + + "Let's just say I like the taste, and my tastebuds don't go this +far down," running my finger down the length of my throat. + + He laughed and kissed me again. "I'll remember that next time. +But we all have to make sacrifices, Ken." He turned down and took my +cock into his mouth without much preface, sucking it down as expertly +as I thought I had his. He was so good, his tongue pressing strong +against the sides of my cock, his hand playing with my balls and +fingering my asshole as he did so. He had me at my hardest quickly. + + I was more than a little surprised when he stopped. "Ken?" he +said. + + "Yeah?" I said, husky, horny, and breathless. + + "I want you to fuck me." + + "Now?" I asked. I had been enjoying his oral ministrations. + + "Yeah, now." + + "How?" + + "Just like we did it on the floor." + + I laughed, thinking what that meant. "I haven't got any olive +oil, but I can find the... Ah, here it is," I said, rooting about in +the toybox I keep under the bed. We traded positions; he got on all +fours and I got behind him. His tall tail bent vertically at the +base, so it wasn't in the way at all. I brushed his fur out of the +way between his buttocks, applied a little lubricant to him, and a +lot more to myself. With a few suggestive presses he spread his legs +a little further apart, and I aimed my cock at his asshole. + + "Easy," he said. + + That was a surprising request, but I complied. I pressed the +head against his asshole with very little pressure, and I knew what +he was waiting for- the right moment, when the tension gives. It +came, and I slid into him, into his hot meltunnel. He seemed to +close around my cock, to grab me and suck me in. I pressed into him, +my thighs against his, hips against his furry buttocks. He moaned, +"yes..." + + "Good?" I asked, smiling. + + "Yeah..." he said. "Do it." + + I began stroking him slowly. In a mischievous bent I grabbed +his tail and pulled it towards me, holding it against my chest with +one hand, the other hand on the small of his back, in his fur, +holding on. Looking down I could see my cock sliding in and out of +him, his strong masculine buttocks shuddering with every stroke. + + I began to lose control, and the more I lost it the louder he +got, moaning as I fucked him, loved him, wanted more of him. I let +go of his tail and fell forward as he did, burying his head in the +pillow, my hands onto the bed by his sides. Both of us on all fours, +me inside him, making love to him, stroking, harder, faster. + + I came inside him, shaking and shuddering, groaning aloud and +collapsing against him, thrusting once or twice more. I rolled off +to the left, he to the right, so we ended up on our sides, facing +each other. His eyes were closed and he was quivering slightly. +"Aaden?" I asked, worried. + + "Yeah?" he asked, his eyes snapping open. + + "You okay?" I asked. + + "Oh, I'm okay." I laughed, then wiggled closer to him. His +cock, despite his previous orgasm, was rock-hard again. + + I reached for it and began to caress it gently. "We could do +something with this," I said suggestively. + + "Like what?" he asked. + + "You could put it inside me." + + "Are you sure?" he asked. + + I laughed. "You're acting like I've never done that before." + + "No, but you just came. Are you sure you want to?" + + "You did. Come on, Aaden." In a deeper, slower voice I +whispered, "Fuck me." + + He searched my eyes, then nodded. I rolled over onto my back +and said, "Like this." + + He rose to kneel between my legs, squirting some of the +lubricant onto his cock, then pushed my legs up until they against my +chest. It's moments like this I'm happy I'm so flexible. He shoved +a pillow under my back to raise me a little further, then pressed his +cock against my butt. "A little higher," I suggested and he grabbed +his tool and slid it up. "There," I said, and he pressed. + + My asshole revolted, not yet convinced. I held up my hand, and +he paused. I consciously forced myself to relax, and as the tight +ring of muscle gave way for just an instant he took advantage of it, +pressing ever-so-slightly. My ass gave up and he sank into me. I +could feel the head of his cock expanding my insides, pressing up +into me, making its way deeper into my body. + + I relaxed my legs a little, pressing them against his chest. He +positioned his hands at my sides and raised himself off his knees, +starting to slide back and forth. Starting to make love to me. + + I looked up into his face, but he wasn't paying attention; he +was watching where his hips and my butt met with each stroke. He was +slow and easy and I felt lightheaded as he did so. I reached down +and began to stroke my own cock as he fucked me. I wanted him more, +but that slight cramping as our bodies met told me I didn't have any +more depth, thankful that I had enough to take all of him. + + "Harder," I said, and he looked up, nodding, speeding up. + + "It's going to be a while," he said as he stroked. + + I reached up from the bed to curl my fingers in the fur of his +chest, reaching up to touch his neck, his muzzle. "Good thing you're +so healthy," I replied. He slammed once into me hard and I said, +"Yes!" + + He smiled. "Patience, dear love," he said. He was teasing me, +taking his time, knowing. I smiled and nodded. + + His cock felt wonderful inside me, stroking my insides. He +began to speed up, and my own cock hardened. I began to stroke it. +"Harder," I begged him. "That's it," I sighed as he began to fuck +me. Not just make love, but really fuck me, wonderfully. "Yeah," I +said. "More," I pleaded as he went further. The bed creaked under +us, shaking, the headboard knocking against the wall. "That's it!" + + Why am I so verbal today? The thought flashed across my mind as +he pounded into me, my body being pushed and pulled by his cock, his +hips slamming against me, his fur against my skin, deeper and harder +and better. "Come on Aaden!" I screamed as he began to pant, feeling +my own orgasm churning inside me. Little groans escaped him with +every thrust. He slammed against me one more time, hard, and +screamed, a pealing, bestial scream, his body melded to mine in +force, and that scream was all I needed, screaming along with him, +howling. + + When it was over, I looked up at him, and he down at me. I +could feel the big smile on my face, and could see it on his. +"Well?" I said. + + He laughed and said, "I think I've had enough." + + "Awww..." I pouted. + + "I think you have too," he said, smiling still. + + "Yeah, I think so. C'mere." I pulled him down, feeling his +cock slip out of me as I lowered my legs. He shuddered a little as +it did. "How wuzzat?" I said. + + "Wonderful," he said, still panting with exertion. "Tiring, +too." + + "I bet." As he lay against me his legs trembled slightly. +"Rest for a few minutes and we'll go clean up." I closed my eyes and +sighed. "Dave," I said to the Castle AI, "don't let us fall asleep." +Dave didn't answer; he would do as asked without interrupting the +illusion of privacy. + + I stayed conscious anyway and after a few minutes I nudged +Aaden. "Hmm?" he said. + + "Let's go clean off." + + "Okay," he said. + + After a quick shower, we eased back into bed together. The +night hadn't cooled off at all; it was still a hot autumn night. I +threw the blankets off and cuddled close to Aaden, happy in his arms, +happy burying my face in the furry crux of his throat. Happy being +his. + +-- +"Aaden's Dance" +The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al. +are copyright (c) 1989-1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribute freely +via electronic media. 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Brown - Copyright (c) 1993 º +ÇÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĶ +º CORRECTIONS º +º Send NetMail to Norman Brown at FidoNet 1:104/909 or GayCom 1/104. º +ÇÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄĶ +º The acronyms "aids/hiv/arc" are in lower case in this document in order º +º to lessen their appearance of importance for the reader. Check with º +º your sysop as to whether it should be in upper or lower case on your º +º particular bulletin board when making reference to particular echoes. º +ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ + + This list is published and available for FREQ'ing as ABBS on or near the + 1st of each month from: + + Phone Number Fidonet ADAnet GayCom + + Black Bag 302-994-3772 1:150/140 94:3020/1 ------- + Boat Town USA 313-468-0912 1:2202/0 94:3130/0 ------- + Denver Exchange 303-623-4965 1:104/909 --------- 1/104 + Doc In The Box 314-893-6099 1:289/8 94:3140/1 ------- + Erie Canal 315-445-4710 1:2608/31 --------- ------- + hiv/aids Info 714-248-2836 1:103/927 --------- ------- + hivNET-Amsterdam 31-20-6647461 2:280/413.1 --------- ------- + SCHWUBS 49-71-5256330 2:244/52 --------- ------- + Southmed Sydney 61-2583-1027 3:712/700 --------- ------- + + The shareware program FONDIR*.ZIP is also available from the same bulletin + boards. Please discuss with your sysop your desire to make it available on + your BBS. Give her/him a big hug and a big smile :) and know that you are + doing your part to educate the world ... the first step in eradicating this + dreadful virus! + + + +ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» +º Copyright 1993 by Norman R. Brown for all people affected by hiv/arc/aids. º +º All rights reserved. For individual use only. Permission is granted for º +º posting this list in the file areas of public bulletin boards, provided no º +º charge is made for access. Bulletin board users may print or copy this listº +º for their own use or for limited sharing with others in their hiv/aids or º +º computer-user organizations, or for posting in such places as public º +º libraries. Please do not place in a BBS message area other than in brief º +º response to a specific question. Unauthorized publication, in whole or in º +º part, in any other form or any commercial use of the material contained º +º herein is expressly forbidden. º +ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 1 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ + + HEADING/FOOTNOTE KEY FOR BBS LISTING + + B Maximum Baud Rate (1=1200, 2=2400, 9=9600) +Codes Provides the following echoes or services: + +Group #1 echoes: + + 1 = aids.DATA - aids-related data only. + 2 = aids.DIALOGUE - aids-related discussion. + +Fidonet echoes: + + 4 = aids.hiv - Fidonet aids-related discussion. + 5 = aids/arc - Fidonet aids-related discussion. + +Miscellaneous echoes: + + 6 = TAA - GayCom aids-related discussion. + 7 = hivNET - European aids-related network + 8 = ACT UP - Informal worldwide aids activist + discussion + + Primarily, this list includes all of the known BBS's which participate in + the aids/hiv-related ADAnet, FidoNet, GayCom and RBBS-NET conferences + marked with an asterisk in the footnote column below. This list is compiled + from ORIGIN lines in messages reaching San Francisco, CA; San Juan + Capistrano, CA; Denver, CO; Washington, DC; and Syracuse, NY, plus + information learned from other sources. Please remember when using + information from it that much of it changes each month. + + Available aids-Related Conferences (Echoes) + +ECHO NAME TOPIC MODERATOR Z:NET/NODE FN +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ACT UP ACT UP discussion Bearded Crewman 1:141/107 * +aids.DATA aids data. No discussion. Mary Elizabeth 1:103/927 * +aids.DIALOGUE aids-related discussion. Mary Elizabeth 1:103/927 * +aids.hiv aids-related discussion. Howie Ducat 1:278/0 F* +aids/arc aids-related discussion. Mary Elizabeth 1:103/927 F* +TAA (GayCom) aids-related discussion. Johnny Chased G:1/0 G* +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ + F Available on FidoNet "Backbone" in most Fido regions. + * Participants included in this list. + G Available only to GayCom subscribers. + +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 2 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +Codes - (cont'd.) + <- Group 1 --> <-Fidonet -> <- Miscellaneous -> + aids. aids. aids. aids/ + data dialogue hiv arc TAA hivNET ACT-UP + 1 .. .X.. ........ .... ..... ... ...... ...... + 2 .. .... ...X.... .... ..... ... ...... ...... + 3 .. .... ........ .... ..... ... ...... ...... + 4 .. .... ........ ..X. ..... ... ...... ...... + 5 .. .... ........ .... ..X.. ... ...... ...... + 6 .. .... ........ .... ..... .X. ...... ...... + 7 .. .... ........ .... ..... ... ..X... ...... + 8 .. .... ........ .... ..... ... ...... ...X.. + A .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..... ... ...... ...... + B .. .... ........ ..X. ..X.. ... ...... ...... + C .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..... ... ...... ...... + D .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..X.. ... ...... ...... + E .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..X.. ... ...... ...... + F .. .... ........ ..X. ..... .X. ...... ...... + G .. .... ........ ..X. ..... ... . X... ...... + H .. .... ........ ..X. ..... ... ...... ...X.. + I .. .... ........ .... ..X.. .X. ...... ...... + J .. .... ........ .... ..X.. ... ..X... ...... + K .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..X.. .M. ..M... ...M.. + L .. .... ........ .... ..X.. ... ...... ...X.. + M .. .... ........ .... ..... .M. ..M... ...M.. + N .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..... .X. ...... ...... + O .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..... ... ..X... ...... + P .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..... ... ...... ...X.. + Q .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..... .X. ...... ...... + R .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..... ... ..X... ...... + S .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..... ... ...... ...X.. + T .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..... .M. ..M... ...M.. + U .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..X.. .M. ..M... ...M.. + V .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..X.. .X. ...... ...... + W .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..X.. ... ..X... ...... + X .. .1.. ...1.... ..X. ..X.. ... ...... ...X.. + Y .. .X.. ........ .... ..... .X. ...... ...... + Z .. .X.. ........ .... ..... ... ..X... ...... + ! .. .X.. ........ .... ..... ... ...... ...X.. + @ .. .X.. ........ ..X. ..... .X. ...... ....... + # .. .... ........ ..X. ..X.. .X. ...... ....... + = .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..... .M. ..M... ....M.. + % .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..X.. .X. ...... ....... + - .. .... ........ ..X. ..... .M. ..M... ....M.. + & .. .... ........ .... ..X.. .M. ..M... ....M.. + + .. .... ........ .... ..... .. ...... ....... + ( .. .1.. ...1.... .... ..X.. ... ..X... ....... + + X = Echo offered + 1 = Both Group #1 echoes offered + M = Two or more Miscellaneous echoes offered +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 3 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ + + ST U.S. State or Canadian Province +SYSOP System Operator + Z: FidoNet Zone, or other network, as follows: + n: FidoNet (where n is: Zone 1 - North America; + Zone 2 - Europe, etc.; + Zone 3 - Oceania; + Zone 4 - Latin America; + Zone 5 - Africa; or + Zone 6 - Asia. + A: ADAnet + G: GayCom private gay network + L: Local only; primarily aids/hiv, but does not carry echoes + R: RBBS-NET + + + +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 4 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ÚÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ¿ +³ Conversion to a Dialing Directory ³ +³ ³ +³ You can convert ABBSyymm.DOC into a dialing directory for most major ³ +³ communications programs by using a shareware program called FONDIR, ³ +³ available on many BBS's. ³ +³ ³ +³ To use ABBSyymm.DOC together with FONDIR simply enter this command at the ³ +³ DOS prompt: ³ +³ ³ +³ FONDIR ABBSyymm.DOC /O:? /L:nnn- /A:1- /M:x /F:y ³ +³ ³ +³ where: "ABBSyymm.DOC" is the name of the file; ³ +³ ³ +³ "?" is the code for your software: ³ +³ ³ +³ + = ProComm+ 1.1 K = K9 Express 8.8 ³ +³ 2 = ProComm+ 2.0 L = Ultiterm 2.0 ³ +³ A = PCanywhere 3.11 M = Telemate 3.01 - see FONDIR.DOC ³ +³ B = Boyan 5.0 O = Mirror 3 1.01 ³ +³ C = PC Talk 1.39 P = Procomm 2.4.3 ³ +³ D = A Dialer 2.0 Q = Qmodem 4.5/5.0 ³ +³ E = Pilot 2.0 R = Rcomm 2.1 ³ +³ F = Commo 5.0 T = Telix 3.15 ³ +³ G = GT Powercomm 17.00 U = Unicom 3.0 ³ +³ I = Pibterm 4.1 Y = Carbon Copy Plus 4.01 ³ +³ ³ +³ "nnn" is your local Area Code; ³ +³ ³ +³ "A:1-" adds the long-distance access code. ³ +³ ³ +³ "x" is the maximum speed of your modem: ³ +³ ³ +³ 1 = 1200; ³ +³ 2 = 2400; ³ +³ 4 = 4800; and ³ +³ 9 = 9600. ³ +³ ³ +³ "y" is the encoded mask of the bulletin boards carrying the ³ +³ specified echoes you desire to create a directory for. ³ +ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÙ +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 5 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +AL Birmingham ADAnet Zone Coord/Bill Freeman A:94:94/0 205-854-5863 9B +AL Birmingham Int.Tech.Coord/Marlin Johnson A:94:94/97 205-254-3344 9B +AL Pinson ADAnet One Hub/Bill Freeman 1:3602/24 205-854-9074 9+ +AZ Phoenix Cade/William Richards 1:114/113 602-931-3468 2+ +AZ Phoenix Cloud 9/Tom Thurston 1:114/184 602-225-0512 B +AZ Phoenix Meat Rack/Rick Haubert 1:114/188 602-273-6956 9E +AZ Phoenix Messenger/Howard Marshall 1:114/183 602-547-9513 9B +AZ Phoenix Shadow Keep/Jandar 1:114/188 602-395-0500 + +AZ Tucson Western Connection L: 602-881-8283 + +CA Anaheim Meditation, etc./Bob Johnstone 1:10/227 714-952-2110 95 +CA Benicia Task Force/Don Morse 1:161/513 707-747-5738 9A +CA Clovis Clovis Connection/Rod Jessen 1:205/48 209-323-7583 9E +CA Clovis Clovis Connection/Rod Jessen R:8:910/512 209-323-7583 9E + LightHouse/ R:8:910/524 209-442-8329 4 +CA Concord Building Bridges/Drew Blanchar 1:161/203 510-827-0804 2A +CA Concord Grateful Med/T.C. Dufresne 1:161/63 510-689-0347 9+ +CA Concord Grateful Med/T.C. Dufresne A:94:5100/3 510-689-0347 9+ +CA Danville Dear Theophilus/Mark Spaulding 1:200/703 510-831-8436 94 +CA FountainVal Ye Olde BBS/Dallas Jones 1:103/552 714-968-1899 24 +CA Hayward Big Board/Cliff Wilson 1:204/10 510-582-9364 2+ +CA No.Highland Silverado Express/Rod Abbott 1:203/1102 916-344-8146 9+ +CA Pacifica Chemist'sComPort/Larry McGee 1:125/190 415-359-6036 95 +CA San Diego Hillcrest Community/MichaelBlair1:202/703 619-291-0544 95 +CA San Francis aids Info/Ben Gardinier L: 415-626-1246 2+ +CA San Francis Fog City/Bill Essex 1:125/100 415-863-9697 9% +CA San Francis Fog City/Bill Essex G:1/5 415-863-9697 9% +CA San Francis Fog City/Bill Essex G:1/5 Members Only 9% +CA San Francis Recovery/Rick Gorin 1:125/9 415-255-2188 95 +CA San Mateo HTG/Outreach/Allan Hurst 1:204/462 415-572-9594 95 +CA San Mateo PCBL/Les Kooyman 1:204/501 415-572-9563 95 +CA SanJuanCapi hiv/aids Info/Sr.Mary Elizabeth 1:103/927 714-248-2836 9X +CA N.Hollywood L.A.ValleyCollege/Tom Klemesrud 1:102/837 818-985-7150 94 +CA Simi Valley Library/Gary Vedvik 1:102/1006 818-999-4391 9+ +CA Tujunga Mysteria/Phil Hansford 1:102/943 818-353-8891 9+ +CA Vallejo Power Station/Joe Martin 1:161/123 707-552-0462 94 +CO Col.Springs Socialism OnLine/Randy Edwards 1:128/105 719-392-7781 9B +CO Col.Springs FireNet Leader/Wood/Sanders 1:128/16 719-591-7415 94 +CO Denver Denver Exchange/James Craig 1:104/909 303-623-4965 9K +CO Denver Denver Exchange/Sex Pistol G:1/104 303-623-4965 9K +CO Denver Denver Exchange/Sex Pistol G:1/104 Members Only 9K +CO Littleton GC Fido/Steve Raymond 1:104/19 303-795-1215 94 +CO WestAdamsCo Telepeople/Terry Travis 1:104/69 303-426-1866 9A +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 6 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) - Cont'd. +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +CT Branford Lifestyles (Gay)/Rick Sande 1:141/107 203-481-4836 9L +CT Hartford Masques/Firestorm G:1/7 203-291-0135 2+ +CT New Haven Lambda Conn/Daniel Wayward G:1/13 203-877-7576 9+ +CT Newington First Impressions/Corey Keaton 1:142/667 203-667-9666 28 +CT Yalesville Emerogronican/Steven Ambrosini 1:141/845 203-949-0189 98 +DC Washington GLIB/Jon G:1/3 703-578-4542 9Y +DC Washington GLIB/Jon G:1/3 Members Only 9Y +DC Washington HRCF NET L: 202-639-8735 2+ +DC Washington OASH/Ted Foor 1:109/166 202-245-1423 9+ +DE Wilmington Black Bag Medical/Ed DelGrosso 1:150/140 302-994-3772 2D +DE Newark Black Bag/Edward DelGrosso A:94:3020/1 302-994-3772 2D +FL Stetson Legal L: 813-345-8208 9+ +FL Hialeah LatinConnection/AdrianaFernandez1:135/323 305-826-0778 95 +FL Hollywood Dracula's Castle/Robert Fonner 1:369/24 305-964-2696 95 +FL Miami Lakes Telcom Central/Ray Vaughan 1:135/23 305-828-7909 9+ +FL Orange Park OverbytesIndustries/Jaime Gibson1:112/92 904-278-0771 94 +FL PampanoBeac Backstreet/Bob Kecskemety G:1/17 305-941-0216 9+ +FL Raiford MedLink Node 1/Bill Matthews 1:3600/3 904-431-1913 95 +FL StPetersbur Mercury Opus/Emery Mandel 1:3603/20 813-321-0734 95 +FL Sarasota Courts of Chaos/Lanier Kingsley 1:137/124 813-923-1055 2+ +FL SatelliteBc MOTSS/Dan McAllister 1:374/41 407-779-0058 9C +FL Talahassee Dreamland/David Barfield 1:3605/900 904-224-3545 2+ +FL Tampa PrideNET USA!/Tony Myers 1:377/24 813-837-5463 25 +FL Venice Venice Recovery/John Grossberg 1:137/408 813-492-9592 9+ +GA Atlanta PC Connect/Louis Kahn 1:133/620 404-565-8250 94 +GA Atlanta hivNET Atlanta/David Coobs 2:280/413.53 Unpublished ( +GA Atlanta Trash Shack/Dennis Dore 1:133/518 404-320-0026 9B +GA Atlanta CDC aids Info Line L: 404-377-9563 2+ +GA Atlanta CDC aids Lab Info L: 800-522-6388 2+ +GA Atlanta Medical Forum L: 404-351-9757 2+ +GA Centerville Mother's Kitchen/Mike Tucker 1:3611/19 912-953-2708 9+ +GA Conyers Atlanta Connection/Bill Noel 1:133/205 404-929-0800 94 +GA Lawrencevil Retreat/Andria Duncan 1:133/618 404-339-3660 24 +GA Norcross Pharmacy/Mike Mayer 1:133/601 404-729-1766 2+ +GA Valdosta HOT South/Aulton White 1:3645/30 912-242-0496 9+ +HI Honolulu Homeboy Shopping/David Roberts 1:345/23 808-624-1294 94 +IA Des Moines Silver Xpress/Brad Meyers 1:290/6 515-288-7793 25 +ID BonnersFerr King Morpheous/Jeff Burns 1:346/16 208-257-5801 2+ +IL Champaign LawBoard Fido/Fred Grosser 1:233/1 217-352-6118 2+ +IL Chicago Lambda Zone/Toby Schneiter G:1/106 708-696-4298 96 +IL Danville Grapevine/Danny Keele 1:233/30 217-431-8555 9+ +IL Moline Rampage/John Buckwalter 1:232/49 309-764-9794 9+ +IN Evansville Digital Dreams/Dave Worley 1:2310/220 812-421-8011 9+ +IN Whiting ADAnet EList Coord/Rick Catania A:94:94/98 219-659-0112 9B + +ÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ +Page 7 ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ Together We Can Make A Difference! ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) - Cont'd. +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +KS OverlandPar South of the River/John Schmake 1:280/9 913-642-7907 94 +KS Witchita Land of Awes/Rex Rivers 1:291/9 316-269-3172 96 +KS Witchita Land of Awes/Rex Rivers G:1/10 316-269-4208 9+ +KS Wichita Q Continuum/Mike Randolph 1:291/1701 316-721-8466 95 +KY Erlander DataNet/Rich Ashworth 1:108/90 606-727-3638 9+ +LA New Orleans Tulane Med. Ctr. 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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) - Cont'd. +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +NE Beatrice S.E. Community/Dick Douglass 1:285/115 402-223-2889 9+ +NE GrandIsland Central Community/Fred Roeser 1:285/116 308-389-6495 9+ +NE Lincoln Medicine Cabinet/Tom Hoover 1:285/207 402-435-0797 2+ +NE Lincoln NE EducationHub/Merle Rudebusch 1:285/100 402-471-0897 9+ +NE Lincoln TC Forum Univ. Neb./Ed Nemeth 1:285/110 402-472-3338 95 +NE Lincoln TC Forum Univ. Neb./Ed Nemeth 1:285/110 402-472-5370 95 +NE Lincoln TC Forum Univ. 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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) - Cont'd. +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +OH Columbus Black Bag II/Paul Prior 1:226/320 614-293-8810 9+ +OH Columbus aids Info/Michael Kelly 1:226/520 614-279-7709 2D +OH Dayton Olman/James Hale 1:110/247 513-427-9473 95 +OH Dayton Olman/James Hale A:94:5130/3 513-427-9473 95 +OH Galloway Information Exchange/Dan Styers 1:226/210 614-878-0161 95 +OK MidwestCity Torii Station/Jim Oxford 1:147/20 405-737-7565 9B +OK OklahomaCit OK NORML/Michael Pearson 1:147/3 405-282-8777 25 +OK Ponca City Wordshop #2/Wayne Majors 1:3810/1 405-765-0951 9+ +OK Tulsa Looking Glass/Arnie Holder 1:170/706 918-743-1268 9B +OR Portland Club/Gary Seid 1:105/98 503-232-0332 2+ +OR Portland Medical Education/Jerry Donais 1:105/35 503-256-7758 25 +OR Portland GayNet/Michael Hile 1:105/76 503-295-0877 2+ +PA Milford Omega/Gordon Craig 1:268/18 717-296-8560 9+ +PA Philadelphi Critical Path/Kiyoshi Kuromiya L: 215-564-1090 2+ +PA Philadelphi Club Philadelphia/Matt Zarkos 1:273/904 215-626-7398 2B +PA Philadelphi East Co Bear/John D. 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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ 1 Feb 1993 + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄ Norman Brown's Consolidated List of aids Bulletin Board Systems ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +ST City Bulletin Board/SYSOP Z:Net/Node Phone # (1+) B Codes + |n31 |#12 |p4 +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +United States (FidoNet Zone 1) - Cont'd. +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +TX Amarillo Town Crier/Matt Montgomery 1:3816/126 806-358-7032 94 +TX Austin Health-Link/Bruce Baskett 1:382/5 512-444-9908 25 +TX Austin Lambda Link/Joshua 1:382/25 512-873-8299 9+ +TX Austin Lambda Link/Joshua G:1/109 512-873-8299 9+ +TX Beaumont Super Collider/Pat Presley 1:3811/320 409-833-8583 9+ +TX Dallas DaBBS Dallas/Dale Becker 1:124/2126 214-821-7732 2+ +TX Dallas Dallas Mandate/Mark Taylor 1:124/6503 214-528-1816 2+ +TX Forth Worth Stallions Coral/Stallion G:1/107 817-545-7317 9+ +TX GrandPrairi aids Chat Line/John Pfeifer 1:130/55 214-256-5586 9E +TX GrandPrairi Puss N Boots/Aaron Davis 1:124/3103 214-641-1822 9S +TX Houston Beehive/Brad Wartman 1:106/41 713-974-6995 2+ +TX Houston Houston Exchange/John Fields 1:106/20 713-521-2191 9U +TX Houston Houston Exchange/Johnny Night G:1/103 713-521-2191 9U +TX Houston Houston Exchange/Johnny Night G:1/103 Members Only 9U +TX Houston Last Call/Doug Sutherland 1:106/8366 713-523-8366 2B +TX Houston Medico/Dave Ray 1:106/595 713-895-7945 24 +TX Houston PIC of the MID Town/Geo. 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($11.95 paper) +First edition published in 1978. An in-depth analysis of the +pervasiveness of incest in our society, written from a feminist +point of view. Presents accounts from children, aggressors, and +non-offending parents. Suggests direct action by professionals +and communities. + +Courtois, Christine A., Healing the Incest Wound: Adult +Survivors in Therapy. 1988, W.W. Norton, New York, NY. ($34.95 +hard cover) +Thorough review of incest research and theory and exploration of +a wide range of treatment approaches. Contains incest history +questionnaire and helpful information for spouses, children, and +other supporters of survivors. + +Forward, Susan and Craig Buck, Betrayal of Innocence: Incest and +Its Devastation (Revised). 1988, Penguin Books, New York, NY. +($7.95 paper) +Written by a therapist who treats survivors. Explores the +traumatic effects of incest and analyzes its causes and +consequences. Offers practical suggestions for survivors and +discusses treatment resources. + +Herman, Judith Lewis, Father-Daughter Incest. 1981, Harvard +University Press, Cambridge, MA. ($9.95 paper) +Written by a psychiatrist; findings substantiated by clinical +research with incest victims and professionals. Refutes many of +the myths about incest in our culture. Applications not strictly +limited to father-daughter abuse. Written from feminist +perspective. + +Kempe, Ruth S. and C. Henry Kempe, The Common Secret: Sexual +Abuse of Children and Adolescents. 1984, W.H. Freeman and Co., +New York, NY. ($15.95 paper) +Authors are from the University of Colorado School of Medicine +and have extensive experience in the field of child abuse and +neglect. Book discusses both intra- and extra-familial child +sexual abuse and offers a number of case studies. Describes +model Criminal Incest Diversion Program, developed jointly by the +El Paso County District Attorney's Office and the Department of +Social Services, Colorado Springs, Colorado. + +Miller, Alice, For Your Own Good: Hidden Cruelty in Child- +rearing and the Roots of Violence. 1984, Farrar Straus Giroux, +New York, NY. ($8.95 paper) +Insightful examination of common child-rearing practices that +contribute to violence in our society. In addition to analyzing +misguided approaches to disciplining children, the book contains + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 1 + + + +detailed accounts of several destructive family histories, +including that of Hitler. + +Renvoize, Jean, Incest: A Family Pattern. 1986, Routledge & +Kegan Paul, London ($11.95 paper) +Author was member of association that published the first British +report on the subject of incest. This book enhances the +information she gathered in Great Britain with additional +findings from her interviews and research in the U.S. Extensive +discussion of various treatment approaches, including diversion +programs; emphasizes the importance of working with the whole +family, whenever possible. + +Russell, Diana E. H., The Secret Trauma: Incest in the Lives of +Girls and Women. 1986, Basic Books, New York, NY. ($12.95 +paper) +Result of an eight-year, far-reaching study of incest funded in +large part by the National Institute of Mental Health and the +National Center on Child Abuse and Neglect. Contains many +valuable and informative statistics; scholarly findings are +discussed with much sensitivity toward victims and survivors. +Analyzes incest among various perpetrator-victim relationships, +e.g., father-daughter, grandfather-granddaughter, uncle-niece, +brother-sister, female-male, etc. + +Westerlund, Elaine, Responding to Incest: In Memory of Nancy. +1988, Forward Movement Publications, Cincinnati, OH. ($2.00 +paper; order from Mary Wostrel, Women in Crisis Committee, 138 +Tremont Street, Boston, MA 02111) +Straightforward booklet containing basic information on incest +and practical guidelines for persons dealing with survivors. +This handbook, written by an experienced therapist specializing +in incest issues, was produced under the auspices of the Women in +Crisis Committee of the Episcopal Diocese of Massachusetts. + + +Resources for Adult Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse + +Bass, Ellen and Laura Davis, The Courage to Heal: A Guide for +Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse. 1988, Harper & Row, New +York, NY. ($14.95 paper) +Acclaimed by many survivors and professionals as the "Bible" for +recovery from child sexual abuse. A true guidebook for +survivors, their allies, and the professionals who work with +them. Unsurpassed collection of practical suggestions and first- +hand accounts from those directly involved in the healing +process. Includes excellent lists of resources. + +Bass, Ellen and Louise Thornton, I Never Told Anyone: Writings +by Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse. 1983, Harper & Row, +New York, NY. ($7.95 paper) +Survivors often find comfort and inspiration in the words of +their fellow survivors. This book is a first-person collection +in the form of stories, poems, and essays. + + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 2 + + + +Bear, Euan with Peter T. Dimock, Adults Molested as Children: A +Survivor's Manual for Women and Men. 1989, The Safer Society +Press, Orwell, VT. ($12.95 paper) +An informative guidebook written by survivors for survivors. +Useful also for professionals and other allies of survivors. +Describes several approaches to healing from abuse. + +Davis, Laura, The Courage To Heal Workbook: For Women and Men +Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse. 1990, Harper and Row, New York, +NY. ($18.95 paper) +Extensive workbook written by one of the co-authors of The +Courage To Heal. Suggests a wealth of creative exercises to help +survivors heal. Also contains excellent supporting text. A very +caring work. + +Engel, Beverly, The Right to Innocence: Healing the Trauma of +Childhood Sexual Abuse. 1989, Jeremy P. Tarcher, Inc., Los +Angeles, CA. ($4.95 paper) +Written by an experienced therapist who is herself a survivor. +Offers seven steps to recovery from sexual abuse. Contains list +of myths and facts about incest and gives details on anger +release and family confrontation. + +Gannon, J. Patrick, Soul Survivors: A New Beginning for Adults +Abused as Children. 1989, Prentice Hall Press, New York, NY. +($18.95 hard cover) +Information for survivors on confronting family members, +functioning on the job, and parenting one's own children, +including a section on choosing safe day-care. Contains chapter +for friends, lovers, and spouses. Suggests a 21-step program for +recovery from sexual abuse. + +Lew, Mike, Victims No Longer: Men Recovering From Incest and +Other Sexual Child Abuse. 1988, Nevraumont Publishing Co., New +York, NY. ($14.95 paper) +Written specifically for male survivors of childhood sexual +abuse, but contains much in formation applicable to female +survivors as well. Tone is caring and supportive. Style is +direct and accessible. One lengthy chapter for partners, +families, and friends of survivors. Fine resource lists. + +Poston, Carol and Karen Lison, Reclaiming Our Lives: Hope for +Adult Survivors of Incest. 1989, Little, Brown and Company, +Boston, MA. ($17.95 hard cover) +Co-authors are a survivor and a therapist; both their +perspectives are included. Interviews with survivors; +information on sexuality, loss, and power issues. Discusses a +healing program containing "fourteen steps of growth for +survivors of incest." + +Tower, Cynthia Crosson, Secret Scars: A Guide for Survivors of +Child Sexual Abuse. 1989, Penguin Books, New York, NY. ($7.95 +paper) +Written by a therapist as a handbook for survivors. Discusses +the effects of childhood sexual abuse from the perspectives of + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 3 + + + +male and female survivors. Describes what may be expected during +therapy. Contains chapter regarding potential effects on the +children of survivors. List of national organizations and local +programs that focus on child sexual abuse. + +Utain, Marsha, & Oliver, Barbara, Scream Louder: Through Hell and +Healing with an Incest Survivor and Her Therapist. 1989, Health +Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. ($11.95 hard cover) +A compelling work vividly describing the healing process from the +points of view of survivor and therapist. + +Webster, Linda, ed., Sexual Assault and Child Sexual Abuse: A +National Directory of Victim/Survivor Services and Prevention +Programs. 1989, Oryx Press, Phoenix, AZ. ($55.00 paper) +Detailed descriptions of more than 2,700 programs serving +survivors; also lists prevention and education programs and state +and national organizations. + +Wisechild, Louise M., The Obsidian Mirror: An Adult Healing from +Incest. 1988, The Seal Press, Seattle, WA. ($10.95 paper) +Striking description of the author's own recovery from childhood +sexual abuse. Detailed account of a survivor's pain and the +varied activities involved in her healing. + + +Resources for Adults from Dysfunctional Families of Origin + +Bradshaw, John, Healing the Shame That Binds You. 1988, Health +Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. ($9.95 paper) + +Forward, Susan with Craig Buck, Toxic Parents: Overcoming Their +Hurtful Legacy and Reclaiming Your Life. 1989, Bantam Books, New +York, NY. ($18.95 hard cover) + +Friel, John and Linda Friel, Adult Children: The Secrets of +Dysfunctional Families. 1988, Health Communications, Inc., +Deerfield Beach, FL. ($8.95 paper) + +LeBoutillier, Megan, Little Miss Perfect. 1987, MAC Publishing, +Denver, CO ($10.00 paper) + +Stephanie E., Shame Faced. 1986, Hazelden Educational Materials, +Center City, MN. + +Whitfield, Charles L., Healing the Child Within: Discovery and +Recovery for Adult Children of Dysfunctional Families. 1987, +Health Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. ($8.95 paper) + + +Healing and Growing + +Gil, Eliana, Outgrowing the Pain: A Book for and about Adults +Abused as Children. 1984, Launch Press, San Francisco, CA. + + + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 4 + + + +Hay, Louise L., You Can Heal Your Life. 1984, Hay House, Inc., +Santa Monica, CA. ($10.00 paper) + +Linn, Dennis and Matthew Linn, Healing Life's Hurts. 1978, +Paulist Press, New York, NY. ($4.95 paper) + +Middelton-Moz, Jane, Children of Trauma: Rediscovering your +Discarded Self. 1989, Health Communications, Inc., Deerfield +Beach, FL. ($9.95 paper) + +Slaikeu, Karl and Steve Lawhead, The Phoenix Factor: Surviving +and Growing Through Personal Crisis. 1985, Houghton Mifflin +Company, Boston, MA. ($15.95 hard cover) + + +Relationships + +Maltz, Wendy, & Holman, Beverly, Incest and Sexuality: A Guide to +Understanding and Healing. 1987, Lexington Books, Lexington, MA. +($12.95) + +Mellody, Pia, Facing Codependence. 1989, Harper & Row, San +Francisco, CA. ($10.95 paper) Accompanying workbook entitled +Breaking Free. ($14.95 paper) + +Mellody, Pia, Permission to Be Precious (tape series). P.O. Box +1739, Wickenburg, AZ 85358. + +Woititz, Janet G., Healing Your Sexual Self. 1989, Health +Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. ($7.95 paper) + +Woititz, Janet G., Struggle for Intimacy. 1985, Health +Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. ($6.95 paper) + + +Spirituality/Searching for Meaning + +Campbell, Joseph, Myths to Live By. 1988, Bantam Books, New +York, NY. ($4.95 paper) + +Campbell, Joseph with Bill Moyers, The Power of Myth. 1988, +Doubleday, New York, NY. ($27.50 hard cover) + +Gawain, Shakti, Creative Visualization. 1982, Bantam Books, New +York, NY. ($4.50 paper) + +Gawain, Shakti, The Creative Visualization Workbook. 1982, +Whatever Publishing, Inc., San Rafael, CA. ($9.95 paper) + +Keating, Thomas, Open Mind, Open Heart: The Contemplative +Dimension of the Gospel. 1986, Amity House, Inc., Warwick, NY. +($8.95 paper) + +Kushner, Harold S., When All You've Ever Wanted Isn't Enough. +1986, Simon & Schuster, Inc., New York, NY. ($4.50 paper) + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 5 + + + +Kushner, Harold S., When Bad Things Happen to Good People. 1981, +Avon Books, New York, NY. ($3.50 paper) + +Peck, M. Scott, The Road Less Traveled. 1978, Simon & Schuster, +Inc., New York, NY. ($8.95 paper) + +Sanford, John A., The Kingdom Within: The Inner Meaning of +Jesus' Sayings. 1987, Harper & Row, Publishers, San Francisco, +CA. ($8.95 paper) + +Walker, Susan, ed., Speaking of Silence: Christians and +Buddhists on the Contemplative Way. 1987, Paulist Press, Mahwah, +NJ. ($12.95 paper) + + +Journal Writing + +Rainer, Tristine, The New Diary. 1978, J.P. Tarcher, Inc., Los +Angeles, CA. ($8.95 paper) + +Simons, George F., Keeping Your Personal Journal. 1978, +Ballantine Books, New York, NY. ($2.95 paper) + + +Self-Esteem/Assertiveness + +Alberti, Robert E. and Michael L. Emmons, Your Perfect Right. +1986, Impact Publishers, San Luis Obispo, CA. ($7.95 paper) + +Branden, Nathaniel, How To Raise Your Self-Esteem. 1987, Bantam +Books, New York, NY. ($4.50 paper) + +Phelps, Stanlee and Nancy Austin, The Assertive Woman. 1975, +Impact Publishers, San Luis Obispo, CA. ($3.95 paper) + +Satir, Virginia, Self Esteem. Celestial Arts, Millbrae, CA. +($2.95 paper) + + +Other Works of Interest/Inspiration + +Gaes, Jason, My Book for Kids with Cansur. 1987, Melius & +Peterson Publishing Corporation, Aberdeen, SD. ($11.95 hard +cover) + +Gill, Anton, The Journey Back from Hell: Conversations with +Concentration Camp Survivors. 1988, William Morrow and Company, +Inc., New York, NY. ($22.95 hard cover) + +Kopp, Sheldon, An End to Innocence: Facing Life Without +Illusions. 1978, Bantam Books, New York, NY. ($3.95 paper) + + + + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. (512) 444-9822 6 + + + +Kopp, Sheldon, If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him! The +Pilgrimage of Psychotherapy Patients. 1972, Science and Behavior +Books, Inc., Palo Alto, CA. (hard cover) + +McGoldrick, Monica and Randy Gerson, Genograms in Family +Assessment, 1985, W.W. Norton & Co., New York, NY. ($10.95 +paper) + +Nolan, Christopher, Under the Eye of the Clock. 1987, Dell +Publishing, New York, NY. ($7.95 paper) + +Peck, M. Scott, People of the Lie: The Hope for Healing Human +Evil. 1983, Simon & Schuster, New York, NY. ($7.95 paper) + +Thomas, Marlo and Friends, Free to Be...A Family. 1987, Bantam +Books, Inc., New York, NY. ($19.95 hard cover) + + + + + +March 1990 + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +Button and Dietz, Inc. 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D. + + (c)1987 Focus on the Family + + Typed by Servant + ____________________________________________________________ + + + When Jane fell in love with Richard, she knew she had found her + prince. At six feet three inches, Richard's 195 pounds were as + lean and muscular at age 23 as they had been when Jane admired + him on the basketball court in high school. Ruggedly handsome, + Richard was the strong, silent type, which only made him more + intriguing to Jane. Dates with Richard felt exciting, and when + he held her in his arms the passion level went right off the + scale. + + "We've got the right chemistry," Jane assured herself. + + However, after just a few months of marriage, the passion began + to pall. Jane started noticing something a bit odd: Whenever + she cuddled up for a hug or a little kiss, Richard became + sexually aroused almost immediately. Almost without + exception, physical contact led straight to the bedroom. + + Jane also learned that Richard's "strong, silent" courting + style had covered his tendencies for extreme moodiness and + keeping almost everything to himself. Before they married, + Richard had told Jane that his mother had died when he was + just 10, and his father and two older brothers raised him. She + hadn't thought too much of it. "That's probably why he's so + rugged and manly," she told herself. + + Jane didn't realize that Richard had grown up in a home where + displays of affection were not frequent before his mother died, + and afterward they became almost nonexistent. He literally + didn't know how to give affection, because he had received so + little himself. For Richard, AFFECTION in marriage was + synonymous with SEX, something that left Jane feeling + disillusioned and used. As their marriage approached its first + anniversary, Richard's account in Jane's "Love Bank" barely + held its own. (before the story continues, let's define the + term "Love Bank." To help my clients understand how powerful + and all-consuming a person's needs can become, I have invented + a rather artificial little device that I call the Love Bank. + Figuratively speaking, I believe each of us has a Love Bank. + It contains many different accounts, one for each person we + know. People make their deposits or withdrawals whenever we + interact with them. Pleasurable interactions cause deposits, + and painful interactions cause withdrawals. As life goes on, + the accounts in our Love Banks fluctuate. Some of our + acquaintances build sizable deposits. Others remain in the + black, but have small balances. Still others go into the red. + In short, their accounts in our Love Banks are overdrawn. Now + lets get back to our story.) At work, Jane was transferred to + a new department, and there she met Bob, a warm and affable + fellow who loved everyone. Bob had the habit of draping his + arm over the shoulder of whomever he walked with--male and + female alike. No one took offense. He was just a friendly man + who liked everybody. + + Jane noticed that she started to look forward to Bob's + occasional hugs. They always made her feel good -- warm and + comfortable and cared for. One day they met in the hall. + + "Hi, Jane, how ya doin'?" Bob greeted her as he gave her a + little hug. + + "You know, Bob," she said. "I've meant to tell you for a long + time how much I appreciate your hugs. It's nice to meet a man + who likes to do that." + + "Well, then, come here!" he laughed and gave her another hug + and a little kiss on the cheek. + + Jane tried to act calm, but that little peck started her heart + pounding. It continued pounding in the following weeks as she + started receiving little notes from Bob. They were always + tasteful and sweet. One said, "Good morning! Hope your day is + full of blessings. You're a fine person and you deserve the + best. Your friend, Bob." + + Jane began to reciprocate with notes of her own. Before long + she began to look forward to the arrival of Bob's latest note + as the high point of her day. Sometimes he would bring her a + little bouquet of flowers. That made her feel like a true + princess. + + They lunched together several times, and Bob's account in + Jane's Love Bank climbed steadily. Jane found herself craving + every expression of the gentle affection she received from Bob + -- the hugs, the smiles, the notes. Finally, she wrote a note + to him: "I can't help it. I think I'm falling in love with + you." + + Bob didn't respond in kind, but he continued to show Jane + kindness and affection. The weeks went by, and one day they + found themselves alone together in a secluded spot they had + chosen for a hurried lunch-hour picnic. As they packed up to + leave, Jane's hand touched Bob's, and she gave it a squeeze. + Bob responded with an especially affectionate hug, and what + followed came so naturally Jane couldn't believe it. Making + love with Bob was the most exciting experience of her life + because she knew he cared so much for her. + + In the following weeks, they slipped off together as often as + possible for passionate lovemaking. Jane believed that having + sex with Bob was wonderful, because she could release all her + emotions and become thoroughly involved. Bob's genuine + affection made her feel loved and cared for as a person. + + What had happened? Did Jane's wedding vows mean nothing to + her? Was she just waiting for her chance to two-time her + husband? Hardly. Jane simply felt so starved for affection + that she was willing to have an affair! Of course, this does + not justify the sin she and Bob committed. + + AFFECTION IS THE CEMENT OF A RELATIONSHIP + + To most women, affection symbolizes security, protection, + comfort and approval, vitally important commodities in their + eyes. When a husband shows his wife affection, he sends the + following messages: + + 1. I'll take care of you and protect you. You are + important to me, and I don't want anything to happen + to you. + 2. I'm concerned about the problems you face, and I am + with you. + 3. I think you've done a good job, and I'm so proud of + you. + + A hug can say any and all of the above. Men need to understand + how strongly women desire these affirmations. FOR THE TYPICAL + WIFE, THERE CAN HARDLY BE ENOUGH OF THEM. + + I believe hugging is a skill most men need to develop to show + their wives affection. It is also a simple but effective way + to build their accounts in a wife's Love Bank. + + Most women love to hug. They hug each other, they hug + children, animals, relatives -- even stuffed animals. I'm not + saying they will throw themselves into the arms of just anyone: + They can get quite inhibited about hugging if they think it + could be misinterpreted in a sexual way. But the rest of the + time, across most countries and cultures, women hug and like to + be hugged. + + Obviously, a man can display affection in other ways that can + be equally important to a woman. A greeting card or a note + expressing love and care can simply but effectively communicate + the same emotions. Don't forget that all-time favorite -- a + bouquet of flowers. Women, almost universally, love to receive + flowers. Occasionally, I meet a man who likes to receive them, + but most do not. For a majority of women, however, flowers + send a powerful message of love and concern. + + An invitation to dinner also signals affection. It is a way of + saying to one's wife, "You don't need to do what you ordinarily + do for me. I'll treat you instead. You are special to me, and + I want to show you how much I love and care for you." + + Jokes abound on how, almost immediately after the wedding, a + wife has to find her own way in and out of cars, houses, + restaurants, and so on. But a smart husband will open the door + for her at every opportunity -- another way to tell her, "I + love you and care about you." + + From a woman's point of view, affection is the essential cement + of her relationship with a man. Without it, a woman probably + feels alienated from her mate. With it she becomes tightly + bonded to him while he adds units to his Love Bank account. + + BUT SHE KNOWS I'M NOT THE AFFECTIONATE TYPE + + Men must get through their heads this vital idea: WOMEN FIND + AFFECTION IMPORTANT IN ITS OWN RIGHT. They love the feeling + that accompanies both the bestowal and reception of affection, + but IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SEX. Most of the affection they + give and receive is not intended to be sexual. You might + better compare it to the emotions they exchange with their + children or pets. + + All of this confuses the typical male. He sees showing + affection as part of sexual foreplay, and he is normally + aroused in a flash. In other cases, men simply want to skip + the affection business; they are aroused already. + + Lets look in on a hypothetical couple we'll call Brenda and + Bruce. They have been having tension lately because Brenda + hasn't responded to Bruce's requests for sex. As our scene + opens, she senses Bruce has that look in his eye again, and she + tries to head him off at the pass: "Bruce, let's just relax + for a few minutes. Then maybe you can hold my hand, and we can + hug. I'm not ready for sex just like that. I need a little + affection first." + + Bruce bristles with a type of macho impatience and says, + "You've known me for years. I'm not the affectionate type, and + I'm not going to start now!" + + Does this sound incredible or far fetched? I hear versions of + it regularly in my office. That Bruce fails to see the irony + in wanting sex but refusing to give his wife affection would + seem amusing if it weren't so pathetic. A man who growls, + "I'm not the affectionate type," while reaching for his wife's + body to satisfy his desires for sex, is like a salesman who + tries to close a sale by saying, "I'm not the friendly type-- + Sign here you turkey. I've got another appointment waiting." + + Although they shouldn't have a hard time understanding this + simple logic, men lose track of Harley's First Law of Marriage: + + /----------------------------------------\ + | When it comes to sex and affection, | + | you can't have one without the other! | + \----------------------------------------/ + + ANY MAN CAN LEARN TO BE AFFECTIONATE + + I believe almost any husband can be taught to be more + affectionate. His best teacher is his wife, if she can: + + 1. Put aside her pride. It will do little good to sit + and pout, "If he really loved me, He'd know I need + lots of affection." + 2. Be patient. Remember that the typical male does not + gave a strong need for affection. Sex, yes; + affection, no. He needs to become aware of his + wife's vital need for affection. + + Affection is so important for women that they become confused + when their husbands don't respond in kind. For example, a wife + may call her husband at work, just to talk. She would love to + receive such a call and is sure he feels the same. She often + feels disappointed when he cuts it short because, "I've got all + this stuff to finish by five o'clock." It doesn't mean the + husband doesn't love her; he simply has different priorities + because of a different set of basic needs. + + When I go on a trip, I often find little notes Joyce has packed + among my clothes. she is telling me she loves me, of course, + but the notes send another message as well. Joyce would like + to get the same little notes from me, and I have tried to + leave such notes behind -- on her pillow, for example -- when I + go out of town. + + My needs for protection, approval and care are not the same as + hers, nor are they met in similar ways. I've had to discover + these differences and act accordingly. For example, when we + stroll through a shopping center, it is important to her that + we hold hands, something that would not occur to me naturally + or automatically. She has encouraged me to take her hand, and + I'm glad to do so, because I know she enjoys that and it says + something she wants to hear. + + When I try to explain this kind of hand holding to some + husbands in my counseling office, they may question my manhood + a bit. Isn't my wife "leading me by the nose" so to speak? I + reply that in my opinion nothing could be further from the + truth. If holding Joyce's hand in a shopping center makes her + feel loved and cherished, I would be a fool to refuse to do it + because I thought not doing it would make me look "macho." I + appreciate her coaching on how to show affection. I promised + to care for her when I married her, and I meant every word of + it. If she explains how I can best give her the care she + wants, I'm happy to learn, because I want her happiness. + + Almost all men need some instruction in how to become more + affectionate. The men who are good at it learned how to do it + from good coaches -- perhaps a former girlfriend. So, unless a + wife wants to pay a counselor to do it later in her marriage, + early on she will understand she is the proper teacher for her + husband when it comes to teaching him how to be affectionate, + and she will take appropriate action. + + Women find it hard to do this, because they want such behavior + from their husbands to at least appear spontaneous. But any + new behavior is not spontaneous until it is well learned. + Remember the two prerequisites already mentioned: Put aside + your pride and be patient. + + First, help your husband feel good about displaying affection. + Whatever you do, never nag or hang on him or try to force some + affection out of him. This kind of negative reinforcement will + only make him more cold and distant. Instead create situations + that lend themselves to positive reinforcement. + + Rather than waiting for him to slip up behind you to do his + customary caressing that usually ends with your telling him, + "Not now, I'm trying to make dinner," it might be better to + take the direct approach. One simple scenario, played out in + the privacy of a living room could go like this: + + PEGGY: (after turning down the television): "I'm + interrupting this program to ask you an important + question. Do you love me?" + PETE: (a bit puzzled and anxious to get his newscast back): + "Of course, you know I do." + PEGGY: "Then give me a little hug -- just a little one so I + know you care about me." (She slips into Pete's + arms, gets her hug, and slips out again.) As she + turns the TV back up she says: "Thanks, I needed + that." + + Another approach to affection lessons can be make in the semi- + privacy of the family car: + + ALICE: (sliding over on the seat): "Remember when we were + dating and you used to drive everywhere with one + hand?" + AL: "Yup, it's a wonder I didn't get a ticket or in an + accident." + ALICE: (snuggling close and putting her head on his + shoulder): "Could you see if you haven't lost your + touch? If we get stopped, I'll explain everything + to the policeman." + + There are other approaches, of course. Every wife needs to + develop one that will work for her. It could be something as + simple as: + + * Slipping your hand into his as you walk into church. + * Mentioning how cool the movie theater's air conditioning is + as you gently tug to get his arm around you. + + Follow this cardinal rule when coaching your husband in the + fine art of affection: Keep it casual. Listen and watch + carefully. If he communicates any feelings of discomfort-- + verbal or nonverbal -- just back off and try again later. + Remember to build your strategy on positive reinforcement, and + aim at helping your husband develop a habit of displaying the + kind of affection that doesn't always have to lead + automatically to sex. + + SEX BEGINS WITH AFFECTION + + Over the years, I have seen nothing more devastating to a + marriage than an affair, because it destroys the one-flesh bond + of a husband and wife. Sadly enough, most affairs start + because of a lack of affection (for the wife) and lack of sex + (for the husband). It is quite a vicious circle. She doesn't + get enough affection, so she shuts him off sexually. He + doesn't get enough sex, so the last thing he feels like being + is affectionate. + + I constantly deal with couples caught on this kind of merry-go- + round, but it is anything but merry. I STRIVE TO GET THEM TO + STOP THE MERRY-GO-ROUND, GET OFF, AND START BUILDING A + RELATIONSHIP ON MUTUAL CARING, NOT MUTUAL NEEDING. + + Some husbands don't feel too happy at first when I explain that + affection is the ENVIRONMENT of the marriage, and sex is an + EVENT. But even the most sex-hungry husband will agree that + you can't have sex ALL the time. You should, however, have + affection all the time, because it forms the canopy that + lovingly covers a marriage and provides shelter for the lover's + couch. + + I work diligently to get such a husband to see that he must + shower his wife with affection, but without sex. I explain + that sex can come naturally enough and often, IF THERE IS + ENOUGH AFFECTION. + + I have a simple plan. The husband sets as his goal making + affection his ordinary way of relating continuously to his + wife. He doesn't just turn on affection now and then in order + to get some sex. Whenever he and his wife come together, a + big hug and a kiss should be routine. In fact, almost every + interaction between a husband and wife should include + affectionate words and gestures. Am I saying they have to + constantly hug, kiss and whisper sweet nothings? Not at all, + but I do believe every marriage should have an atmosphere that + says, "I like you, I'm fond of you, I really do love you, and I + know you love me." + + Women need affection regularly and often, at least several + times a day. A hug in the morning before getting out of bed, a + kiss good-bye as he leaves for work, a call during the day, a + card now and again in the mail, a big hug and kiss upon + arriving home, seating her at the dinner table, holding hands + in front of the television set -- all these create the + environment of affection. + + Sex, on the other hand, is an event, and in and of itself, a + special occasion. There should be a time and a place for it. + In that setting, affection comes into play as a part of sexual + intercourse. + + At this point many men become confused. If I want him to save + sex for special occasions, what does a husband do with his + natural feelings of arousal, which can be triggered simply by + looking at his wife in just about any setting? When + counseling husbands on this, I teach them how to discipline + their thinking and reorient their behavior so they no longer + make a direct connection between affection and sex. + + Some men don't find it easy. They want to know if they have to + go back to the "just take a cold shower" routine they got when + they were courting their wives. I reply that they need not + take the cold showers, but it wouldn't hurt to remember how + they acted toward their wives when they dated. They showed + plenty of affection and attention then. The usual routine + included dinner and perhaps a show or some other form of + entertainment. Throughout the evening the young man treated + the young lady with respect and tenderness. On the way home + they often stopped to park and admire a lovely view. He + slipped his arm around her and both of them seemed to enjoy the + physical contact that followed. + + A lot of husbands do remember the passionate encounters of + their courting day and want to know, "Why doesn't she get + turned on the way she used to, now that we're married?" + + I patiently explain that she isn't getting turned on NOW + because he isn't treating her as he did THEN. Does he think + getting married suddenly eliminates the woman's need for + affection? A man should work as carefully and patiently at + showing affection in his marriage as he did when he and his + wife dated. This sounds simplistic to some men; they think I + am chiding them for not "being romantic enough." Don't I know + that the romantic stuff is impractical and unnecessary when + you're married? + + I respond that I know no such thing. In fact, I suggest they + have put things in total reverse and could be asking for real + trouble. Wives treated with little or no romance are ripe for + an affair. + + Why? In most cases, in order for a woman to willingly have sex + with a man, she needs to feel one with him in spirit. A couple + achieves this one-spirit unity through the exchange of + affection and the passage of time. A woman's need for one- + spirit unity helps us understand how affairs develop. Only + after a woman has received affection for a time will she become + one with a man physically, but affection MUST come before sex. + + In the typical affair, a woman has sex with a man after he has + demonstrated his love for her by showering her with affection. + Because her lover has expressed such care for her, the physical + union is usually characterized by a degree of ecstasy otherwise + unknown to the woman in her marriage. + + All this misleadingly makes affairs sound like forbidden fruit + and far more exciting than marriage could ever be. In truth, + any marriage can have the sizzle of an affair, if it has that + strong one-spirit bond. + + Husbands will have little trouble interesting their wives in + sex if they have laid the proper groundwork with plenty of + affection. When you face such a troubled marriage, look for + the lack of groundwork. Without the environment of affection, + the sexual event is not predictably pleasant for the woman. + All too often, she reluctantly agrees to have sex with her + husband, even though she feels she won't have that great a + time. In an affair, however, the conditions that guarantee a + good time -- the bonding that comes with affection and caring + -- are met. Her lover has taken time to create the right + environment. Consequently, she feels sexually aroused just at + the thought of him. + + In most couples I see during counseling, I try to help the + husband to see that for his wife, affection has meaning far + beyond anything he can imagine. A woman experiences + immeasurable pleasure from the sensations she receives through + affection. Although these sensations are not the same ones she + enjoys during sexual arousal and intercourse, they form a vital + part of the relationship, because without them she usually + cannot get the most from a sexual experience. + + Many husbands have this all backwards. Because they can become + aroused without giving it a thought, they think women can too. + Most women give sex quite a bit of thought and usually give + themselves permission to become sexually aroused. Customarily + they make a deliberate, conscious decision. + + When counseling wives in troubled marriages, I usually have + little difficulty talking them into having more sex with their + husbands. For a woman, having sex is a decision, more mental + than physical. Husbands who remain unaware of this basic + difference in women often feel troubled when their wives + suddenly become sexually responsive to them as a result of + talking to me. They suspect that I must use some charm or + technique which they lack. They often ask me, "What did you + tell her?" + + Just as women prefer that their husbands' affection be + spontaneous and not learned behavior, so men would like to + think of their wives' sexual response to them as being + spontaneous. Understand that meeting each other's needs is + seldom a spontaneous, "natural" process. You need to learn a + new behavior. I must add, however, that I find it much easier + to "talk a woman into having sex with her husband" if he at + least makes some kind of effort to be affectionate. + + Women have a choice when it comes to sex, but when offered + affection they have little resistance, because it is perhaps + their deepest emotional need. In describing their need for + affection, I realize I've confronted men quite strongly about + learning to become affectionate, and that may seem rather + one-sided. But all I've said here will prove of little value + if a wife fails to understand that her husband has an equally + deep need for sex. To the typical man, sex is like air or + water. He doesn't have any "options." + + If a wife fails to understand the power of the male sex + appetite, she will wind up with a husband who is tense or + frustrated at best. At worst, he may start looking for + somebody else and, tragically enough, find that someone all too + easily. All this need not occur if men learn to be more + affectionate and wives respond with more eagerness to make + love. As Harley's first law says: WHEN IT COMES TO SEX AND + AFFECTION, YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER. + + + QUESTIONS FOR HIM: + + 1. On a scale of one to 10, with 10 being "very + affectionate," how affectionate am I toward my wife? How + would she rate me? + + 2. Is affection the environment for our entire marriage? + + 3. In the past, have I tended to equate affection with + getting sexually aroused? Why hasn't this worked? + + 4. In what specific ways do I show my wife affection? + + 5. Would I be willing to have her coach me in how to show her + more affection in the ways she really likes it? + + + QUESTIONS FOR HER: + + 1. Is affection as important to me as this booklet claims? + + 2. If I'm not getting enough affection from my husband, and I + willing to put aside my pride and patiently coach him? + + 3. Would I find it easier to make love if I felt he were + truly interested in me and affectionate toward me? + + + CONSIDER TOGETHER: + + 1. Do we need to talk about affection? If so, what exactly + do we need to share? + + 2. Is there enough affection in our marriage? What examples + can we give? + + 3. How can we have "affection practice?" What is comfortable + for both of us? + + + _____________________________________________________________ + + Dr. Harley has over 20 years of experience as a marriage + counselor. He is a licensed clinical psychologist and director + of a network of mental health clinics and chemical dependency + programs in Minnesota. + + The above material is excerpted from Dr. Harley's book HIS + NEEDS, HER NEEDS (c)1986 by William F. Harley Jr., and was used + with permission of Fleming H. Revell Company. + _____________________________________________________________ + + More Booklets from FOCUS ON THE FAMILY: + + The following booklets are also available from Focus on the + Family for a suggested donation of $.35 [Yes folks, a big 35 + cents!] per booklet. + + Write out a list of which ones you want, and enclose the list + with your return address and a check or money order in an + envelope addressed to: + + Focus on the Family + Pomona, CA 91799 + + Booklets for which no author is indicated are by Dr. James + Dobson. + + 1. Prepare for adolescence + 2. Fatigue and the homemaker + 3. Stories for the children's hour -Dr. Kenneth Taylor + 4. Busy husbands, lonely wives + 6. 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Cultivating Affection in your Marriage - Willard Harley + Jr., PhD. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids-war.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aids-war.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d5c67635 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids-war.txt @@ -0,0 +1,838 @@ + + Taken from KeelyNet BBS (214) 324-3501 + Sponsored by Vangard Sciences + PO BOX 1031 + Mesquite, TX 75150 + + August 16, 1990 + AIDSPLOT.ASC + + AIDS as a Weapon of War + + by Dr. William Campbell Douglas, M.D. + + Introduction & Comments by Jim Shults + + + INTRODUCTION AND COMMENTS + + I must admit I am just a little gun shy of doing this + particular article. The reason is pretty obvious. Who in hell is + going to plead guilty to inventing the AIDS virus. Do I think it + was invented? Absolutely and without a doubt. + + Firstly, where in hell has it been during the last 5000 years? + Why haven't we had exposure to it sooner, like in the last 50 years? + + All of a sudden certain countries and entire continents are + coming down with the AIDS virus and no organization, body, group, or + whatever you care to call it has even a clue to the real source, and + it sure as hell isn't some monkey in Africa, that's for sure. + + Over the last twenty years the genetic scientists have been + having a filed day inventing all kinds of new "life." Some have + even been granted patents for their creatures, which are usually + various types of bacteria, etc. + + One patent was granted for the invention, or more accurately + put, creation, of a type of bacteria that eats oil, handy for oil + spills I guess. Now do you think for even a second that a virus + like the AIDS virus couldn't be created with all the genetic + engineering that is going on around the world? + + There are certain types of bacteria that are living in test + tubes in labs around the world that if released would cause the end + of mankind in less than a year. + + The real question is why we allow these bozos to play in labs, + making all kinds of new and artificial life in the first place. It + is going to backfire, in fact the author already feels it has, + through the deliberate release of the HIV (human immunodeficiency + virus); that's what AIDS is really called. + + Something extraordinary happened last June (88'), in fact it + was so extraordinary that nothing like it has ever happened before. + + The Surgeon General of the United States had mailed to every + mail box and address in the United States a brochure attempting to + explain AIDS, its danger, myths and means of transmission. The + + Page 1 + + + + + + absolutely amazing thing about this was that it was done at + all. + Think of this for a minute: the U.S. Government mailed this + information to every address in America. That in itself should tell + all of us something that the media has somehow missed -- that this + is a population-destroying virus. + + That really means that we all are in shit city, race fans, and + the Government know it. It is significant that they did the + mailing, and that should be very significant to anyone who knows + how our government works and what kind of very real panic those + who really know are experiencing. + + When something like this brochure is made available as it was, + you can be very sure that the boys at the top, including the + scientific folks, are up against something they may not beat before + it has a very real chance of destroying at least half of mankind! + + In fact, the fastest time even guessed at, for some kind of + beginning cure for some types of AIDS is at least five years and + that's thought to be impossible by medical people. + + The author comes up with a very plausible scenario for how + rapidly AIDS has been distributed. (We are not blaming the + World Health Organization. In the author's scenario he simply + indicates that the WHO was used by others.) + + Let's face it, we are in very real trouble. There are several + types of new AIDS viruses and more to be discovered, and who is to + say how the new ones, not yet mutated, will spread -- a sneeze + perhaps? + + Our government and others around the world are not telling us + the truth about this stuff in order to protect our poor little dumb + minds. I suspect that if we know the truth, an enormous citizen + effort could be martialed worldwide which would probably shut down + the arms race for the time being. + + Again, at the bottom line, we are in big trouble and "they" + know it....Many scientists predict we will lose half the world's + population (including U.S.) by the year 2000. + + -- Jim Shults + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Page 2 + + + + + + ABOUT THE AUTHOR + + William Campbell Douglass, M.D. + + + Age: 62 + + Education: BS, University of Rochester, New York; + MD, University of Miami School of + Medicine; Graduate, U.S. Navy School of + Aviation and Space Medicine + + Career: U.S. Navy, 7 years -- Flight Surgeon. + In practice for over 25 years. Former + state president, Florida, American + College of Emergency Physicians. + Former Editor of the Journal of the + Sarasota County Medical Society. + Consulting Editor, Health Freedom News. + On Board of Governors of the National + Health Federation. Regular speaker at + the National Health Federation meetings + around the United States. Appears + regularly on radio and television + programs on health. + Doctor of the + Year: National Health Federation, 1985. + + Dr. Douglass has studied in England with Dr. Katharina Dalton, + discoverer of the premenstrual syndrome. He was one of the + first doctors in the United States to diagnose and treat PMS. + He opened his PMS Clinic in 1981. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Page 3 + + + + + + AIDS as a Weapon of War + + William Campbell Douglass, M.D. + + The great powers renounced chemical and biological warfare 20 + years ago -- but kept right on experimenting. The germ warfare + experiments on Seventh Day Adventist soldiers, + + 1) the Tuskeegee syphilis experiments on prisoners, + 2) the San Francisco Bay attack by the U.S. Army using + serratia marcescens bacteria, + 3) the New York City subway germ attack + 4 and many other experiments on humans, largely unknown to + the victims, continue in the free world. + + In Novosybirsk, at the Ivanofsky Institute and other Soviet + centers of biological warfare, you can be sure that similar + diabolical experiments on humans continue at a frantic pace. + + The Soviet press, always masters of the half truth, accused + the U.S. Army of having engineered the AIDS virus in the biological + warfare laboratories at Fort Detrick, Maryland. + + This was a clever psy-war ploy which, for a while anyway, + neutralized those of us who were saying essentially the same thing, + that the AIDS virus was probably created through recombinant genetic + engineering (the rearranging of genes between two or more species of + plants or animal) and/or serial passage: the growing of a virus in + a series of generations of tissue culture cells or live animals, + thus adapting the virus to a new species, using human tissue culture + cells in the top security labs at Fort Detrick. + + People started accusing us of spreading the communist line, not + a comfortable position for a dedicated anti-communist like myself. + + What the Soviet propagandists didn't say was that their agents + had been working in our top security biological warfare laboratories + for over 20 years. + + In a burst of brotherly love they were invited in by President + Nixon. The astounded communist scientists from Russia, the Eastern + Bloc and Communist china, who had been trying to penetrate this + vital security area for 40 years, quickly accepted. + + They have been snickering in their beakers ever since, while + they prepare for our demise. + + "It's no secret that they are there," Dr. Carlton Gajdusek, + Nobel Prize winner, a top official at the Fort Detrick Army + laboratory in Maryland, said in Onmi Magazine (March 1986): "In + the facility I have a building where more good and loyal communist + scientists from the USSR and mainland China work, with full passkeys + to all the laboratories, than there are American. Even the Army's + infectious disease unit is loaded with foreign workers who are not + always friendly nationals." + + This answer to an interview question refers to the high number + of Soviet bloc scientists in this U.S. facility who act as + + + Page 4 + + + + + + inspectors to ensure that we are not producing bacteriological + weapons in violation of treaties with the Soviets. + + You can't put it more plainly than that. Even the Trojans + weren't that stupid: at least they didn't KNOW the Trojan horse + was full of soldiers. + + When it became obvious to the Communist press that we were + getting the truth out about who was running things at Fort Detrick, + they completely reversed themselves and said it was all a mistake. + Everything was just fine at Fort Detrick. + + To understand the enormity of our betrayal you must know about + the origin of the AIDS virus. The virologists of the world, the + sorcerers who brought us this ghastly plague, have a united front in + denying that the virus was laboratory-made from known, lethal animal + viruses. + + The scientific party line is that a monkey in Africa with AIDS + bit a native on the butt. The native then went to town and gave it + to a prostitute who gave it to the local banker who gave it to his + wife and three girlfriends and what! + + 50 to 75 million people became infected with AIDS in Africa and + throughout the world. This is an entirely preposterous story, and + it is preposterous because: + + 1. The green velvet monkey of Africa doesn't get human AIDS. You + can't reproduce the disease in monkeys even by injecting AIDS + virus directly into them. + + 2. After injecting the virus into monkeys, you can't transmit it + to other monkeys, much less to humans. + + 3. Genetically, AIDS (HIV-1) is not even close to the monkey form + of immunodeficiency virus. + [Ed. Note: For references on the three items above, + see: Seale, Dr. John J., + Royal Society of Medicine, Sept. 1987, + Seale, Dr. John J., + The Origin of AIDS -- International + Conference on AIDS, Cairo, March 1988.] + + 4. AIDS started not in the villages but in the cities of Africa, + where there are no wild monkeys. + + 5. The doubling time of AIDS infection being about 12 months, one + monkey biting one native and then spreading the disease would + have taken 20 years to reach a million cases. Seventy-five + million Africans became infected practically simultaneously. + At the same time, the disease became rampant in the U.S., + Haiti and Brazil. + + It is obvious that one monkey couldn't have done that (or one + homosexual, either). There had to be some sort of simultaneous + seeding process. + + The only worldwide simultaneous seeding going on at the same + time was the smallpox vaccine program of the World Health + Organization (the WHO). + Page 5 + + + + + + The early epidemiology of the AIDS pandemic fits the smallpox + vaccination project of the WHO -- AND NOTHING ELSE -- with the + exception of the U.S., which we will examine subsequently.) + + The AIDS virus was created in a laboratory by combining lethal + animal "retroviruses" in human cancer (HeLA) cell cultures. These + viruses have never before caused infection in man. + + The "species barrier" has always been nature's way of keeping a + deadly virus from wiping out the entire animal kingdom, including + man. The myxoma virus of rabbits, for example, wiped out the rabbit + population of Europe, but man and other animals were not affected. + + The sheep visna virus completely decimated the flocks of + Iceland, but no other animal was affected. + + The virologists deny that the AIDS virus, HIV-1, is of animal + origin. I am sure that you see the paradox here. Aren't monkeys + animals? + + They are also united in saying that it's not possible for the + virus to have been engineered in a laboratory. If it didn't come + from other animals and it didn't come from a laboratory, and they + now admit privately that the monkey couldn't have done it, then it + must have come out of thin air. That's a theological position and + hence beyond argument. It's certainly not scientific. + + These scientists who have created this monstrous problem in + their sorcerer's retrovirology laboratories are constantly caught in + their own lies. + + The line goes: "The AIDS virus could not have been engineered + in a laboratory because the technology wasn't available until + recently." + + Icelandic scientists combined the sheep visna virus with human + tissue cells over 20 years ago. The technology has been refined in + recent years, but the basic process has been actively used in labs + all over the world for long before the AIDS virus made its dramatic + appearance. + + But the scientists hold fast in their denial of culpability. + Professor William Jarrett said, when asked about the possibility of + AIDS arising from animal retroviruses, "That is like someone saying + babies come out of cabbages."5 + + Dr. Robert Gallo said that people who claim AIDS was + manufactured artificially are "either insane or communists."6 + + Dr. Luis Montagnier, the discoverer of the AIDS virus, said, + "In 1970 there was not enough knowledge in genetic engineering to + make such a virus starting from already existing viruses."7 (See + Icelandic experiments mentioned above.) + + This tower of lies must eventually fall of its own weight. + Then what? Where do we look for a solution? Certainly not from + the people who caused the disaster. + + But where? -- the Pentagon? The Pentagon is supporting + + Page 6 + + + + + + research on biological warfare in over 100 federal and private + laboratories, including those at many prominent universities.8 Yet, + Neil Levitt, who worked for 17 years at the Army Infectious Disease + Institute, says, "It's a joke...there's no defense against these + kinds of organisms. And if you can't defend against something, then + why are we pouring more and more money in it? There's something + else going on that we don't know about."9 + + Some joke. + + A short virology lesson will help you understand that AIDS is + indeed an animal virus and that it was laboratory-made as a weapon + of biological warfare against the free world. + + A basic rule of virology is that if two viruses have the same + shape, design and size, then they are almost certainly the same + virus (a very simple and easy to understand rule).10 + + For example, this virus: + + ----------- + |==| ||| | + ----------- + + ... a virus of bacteria (bugs have diseases, too), doesn't look + anything like this virus: + + ___________ + / \ + / ~~~~~~~ \ + \ / + \___________/ + + + ... a virus of ticks that's transmitted to pigs, or this virus: + + __________ + ____/ ~~~~ \ + / ______/ + \________/ + + ... which is found in horses. + + The AIDS virus, which "couldn't have come from animal + viruses" is almost certainly a recombinant virus from fusing a + cattle virus, bovine leukemia virus: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ++++ *= + + =* *= + * + = + + + + + Page 7 + + + + + ...with sheep visna virus: + + * + * * + + * ==== * + + * * + * + + + + You combine the two in human tissue culture cells and you get bovine + visna virus: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + ... A VIRUS THAT HERETOFORE DID NOT EXIST -- a product of man, + engineered in a laboratory. + + Now, if you isolate the AIDS virus from an infected human, it + looks like this: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + It doesn't look like this (the tick virus): + + __________ + ____/ ~~~~ \ + / ______/ + \________/ + + ... or this (the cattle virus): + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ++++ *= + + =* *= + * + = + + + Page 8 + + + + + + It looks like THIS: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + ... the recombinant virus from cattle and sheep AND ITS CALLED + AIDS. You don't have to be a genius to understand this. Any + properly instructed 10-year-old can understand it .... + + But, some alert reader will say, we don't give smallpox + vaccinations in the U.S., so how do you explain the simultaneous + outbreak of AIDS in Africa, Brazil and Haiti, where they did indeed + give the vaccine, and in the U.S., where they didn't give the + vaccine? + + Simple. The homosexual community was used as a large group of + experimental animals through the hepatitis-B program. It didn't + take many infected homosexuals among the I.V. drug users to quickly + spread the disease among a large percentage of the addicts due to + the near certainly of infection through direct intravenous insertion + of the virus. + + To understand the seeding of AIDS among homosexuals (and + eventually to the rest of us through bisexuals unless drastic action + is taken), you must know about a character with the strange name of + Wolf Szmuness. His life story will seem bizarre to you unless, like + me, you have a conspiratorial turn of mind. + + Dr. Szmuness was a Polish Jew who supposedly ended up in a + Siberian labor camp during World War II. But after the war he + somehow became a privileged person, was sent to medical school in + Tomsk, Russia, and married a Russian woman. Hardly typical + treatment of an enemy of the Soviet state [under Stalin. + + Szmuness' biographer said that Wolf was always reluctant to + discuss "those dark years in Siberia." Maybe he wasn't in Siberia. + If he [actually] was, he certainly wasn't shoveling salt. + + In 1959 the Soviet government "allowed" him to practice in + Poland in a public health capacity. Standard policy in all + Communist countries is never to allow all members of a family to + travel out of the country to the West at the same time. + + This eliminates 98 percent of all defection attempts. I have + physician friends in Hungary, for example. He can go to a meeting + anywhere in the world if she stays home. She can go if he stays + home. They can both go if the children are left at home. But in + 1969, the entire Szmuness family was allowed by communist Poland to + go to a medical meeting in Italy. At that time they "defected" and + moved to New York City. + + WITH NO AMERICAN CREDENTIALS WHATSOEVER, he immediately got a + + Page 9 + + + + + + job as a "lab technician" at the New York City Blood Center. Within + a very few years this Polish immigrant was GIVEN HIS OWN LAB, a + separate department of epidemiology was created for him at the blood + bank and he, like the chrysalis turning into a butterfly, changed + into a FULL PROFESSOR OF EPIDEMIOLOGY AT THE COLUMBIA MEDICAL + SCHOOL! + + In six years this "lab tech" became a full professor AND THEN + WENT BACK TO MOSCOW for a scientific presentation and was received + as a dignitary, not a defector. + + We tell you this amazing story because in retrospect it is + obvious that Wolf Szmuness was a carefully groomed ... agent, + planted here after years of preparation, to instigate biological + warfare against the American people. + + + Szmuness, with the full cooperation and financial support of + the U.S. Center for Disease Control and the National Institutes of + Health,11 masterminded the hepatitis-B vaccine experimental program + used on homosexual men. + + He insisted that only young, promiscuous homosexuals be allowed + to participate in the experiment. The experiment started in New + York at the blood bank in November 1978. + + THE EXPERIMENTAL VACCINE WAS PRODUCED in a government + supervised laboratory.12 The study was completed in October 1979. + Within 10 years, most of these young men would be dead or dying from + AIDS. + + In 1980 the program was expanded to major cities all across the + U.S. In the fall of 1980 the first AIDS case was reported in San + Francisco. Eight years later most of the homosexuals in San + Francisco are infected, dead or dying. + + Szmuness did not live to see the fruition of this larger + experiment. He died of cancer in 1982. + + In 1986 Dr. Cladd Stevens, one of Szmuness's collaborators, + penned an astonishing report that did not make your local newspaper. + + She reported that the majority of the homosexuals in the + experimental program were infected with the AIDS virus.13 The AIDS- + laced vaccine, through the bridge of bisexual men, now infects as + many as three million Americans. Mission accomplished. + + AIDS was not the first germ warfare attack against Americans. + + In the early '60s, millions of unsuspecting Americans took + either Salk injected polio vaccine or the live Sabin polio vaccine, + which was taken by mouth. + + BOTH WERE LACED WITH S.V.-40, A CANCER-CAUSING MONKEY VIRUS.14 + + With an incubation period of 20 years, we are only now seeing + the grim results of this bio-attack against Americans, largely in + the form of brain tumors and leukemia. + + + Page 10 + + + + + + Salk didn't like the Sabin vaccine and Sabin didn't like the + Salk vaccine. I think they are both right. It is interesting to + note that polio was rapidly disappearing WITHOUT a vaccine (J. Trop. + Pediat, env. Child. Health 21, 11) .... + + Our Soviet enemies not only instigated the AIDS epidemic + through clandestine agents within our government, but they now + control, through the World Health Organization, the AIDS policies of + the free world. + + You are probably not aware that the international AIDS + prevention program of the World Health Organization (WHO) is run by + the Soviets. + + You don't believe it? Call WHO and ask them who is in charge + in Europe. If you want to save your nickel I'll tell you. He's a + Russian named Bysencho and he operates out of Copenhagen.... + + The Soviets control the response to AIDS of the entire free + world at many levels, including the top. Dr. Sergei Litvinov, + the coordinator of all task forces on AIDS at the WHO, is a high + official in the Soviet Ministry of Health. Allegedly Litvinov + gave out the order to our scientists and medical organizations in + the western world not to discuss the real cause of the epidemic. + + At a secret meeting (information supplied the author from a + confidential source) between the editors of Lancet, the highly + respected British medical publication, and a group of the leading + retrovirologists of the world, it was decided not to publish any + academic discussion about the possible artificial creation of the + AIDS virus in a laboratory. + + They particularly agreed not to make any mention of world- + renowned biologist Isaac Farlane Bernet's published remarks that + molecular biology may get out of hand like atomic physics and be + used for evil purposes and "practical applications of molecular + biology to cancer research might be sinister." + + Other medical journals such as Science and JAMA have + lockstepped with Lancet and put all references to the man-made + origins of AIDS down the memory hole. + + Did Comrade Litvinov have a little talk with the + retrovirologists? They, of course, wouldn't need any encouragement + from the Soviet [WHO] bosses to attempt a little coverup of their + own heinous crime, but Lancet, the British Medical Journal, and the + New England Journal of Medicine are another matter. + + It took some powerful and sinister forces indeed to get these + respected publications to cover up the crime of the millennium. + + The notable exception to this appalling censorship of mass + murder is Professor Harding Rains, Editor of the Journal of the + Royal Society of Medicine. Rains refers to "a conspiracy of + silence" covering the allegation that AIDS was man-made. I hope + Dr. Rains is watching his backside. + + Dr. Zhores Medvedev, unlike Bysencho and Litvinov, supposedly + is a Russian exile. Medvedev operates out of London at the National + + Page 11 + + + + + + Institute for Medical Research. He's a senior research scientist + who continues to communicate freely with his supposed enemies in the + Soviet biowarfare laboratories, but we lack the space to catalog all + the details [here]. + + Medvedev is spreading the disinformation that AIDS is rampant + in Russia due to the escape of the virus from a laboratory, a sort + of biological Chernobyl. + + This tends to divert suspicion away from Litvinov, Szmuness and + the other reds that President Nixon allowed to penetrate our + biological warfare laboratories at Fort Detrick, Maryland. + + Having the Soviets "control" the spread of AIDS in the West has + let to some interesting paradoxes. Our masters in the U.S. tell us + that there shall be absolutely no restrictions on travel between + various parts of the non-Communist world by persons who test + positive for AIDS. + + Surgeon General C.E. Koop supports this Soviet policy of + biological suicide. (Are those the instructions he received when he + made his trip to Moscow, where the WHO has set up its main AIDS + research center?) + + But, our Soviet masters in the WHO tell us, this open policy of + international travel does not apply to the communist bloc of + nations. If you or I were to visit Moscow and tested positive for + the AIDS virus, POW! -- out on the next plane! + + If they stay clean through their immigration policies and we + die because of the immigration policies imposed on us through the + U.N.-controlled World "Health" Organization, who needs atomic bombs + for world conquest? + + Cuba, Dr. John Seale informs me, has a strict asylum system for + the AIDS-infected. When their troops come back from "liberating" + Africans, they are tested as they get off the boat. + + If tested positive the soldier goes directly to hell -- + euphemistically called a sanitarium. He can visit his family + occasionally, but only in the presence of a commissar called a + "health official (no hanky-panky). + + Unless the West gets its act together and closes down the U.N. + genocide division called the WHO, freedom and decency will disappear + from planet Earth for a thousand years. But the problem goes much + deeper. + + How do you close down the U.S. government laboratories such as + the Centers for Disease Control (CDC), the National Institute of + Health (NIH) and the Fort Detrick bio-warfare lab when the + perpetrators of the crime are in control at all levels? + + I don't know the answer. ***** + + _________________________ + + + + + Page 12 + + + + + + 1 Project Whitecoat, to be published in Health Freedom News, + P.O. Box 688, Monrovia CA 91016/Subscription $20.00 per year. + + 2 Bad Blood, J.H. Jones, MacMillan, NY, 1982. + + 3 Common Cause Magazine, Jan./Feb. 1988. + + 4 First aids Report, March/April 1988. + + 5 Private communication, John Seale, M.D., 1988 + + 6 Ibid. + + 7 First International Conference on the Global Impact of aids, + London, March 8-10, 1988. + + 8 New Scientist, London, 5/19/88. + + 9 Science News, 133:100, 2/13/88. + + 10 Joklik, Virology, 2nd edition, pp. 36 ff. + + 11 AIDS and the Doctors of Death, Cantwell, Aries Rising Press, + Los Angeles,p.76. + + 12 Ibid. + + 13 Ibid. + 14 Salk/Sabin s.v.-40 Proc. Nat'l Acad. Sci., vol. 77, #8, + p. 4861, and Atlantic Monthly, 2/76. + + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + + If you have comments or other information relating to such topics as + this paper covers, please upload to KeelyNet or send to the Vangard + Sciences address as listed on the first page. Thank you for your + consideration, interest and support. + + Jerry W. Decker.........Ron Barker...........Chuck Henderson + Vangard Sciences/KeelyNet + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + If we can be of service, you may contact + Jerry at (214) 324-8741 or Ron at (214) 484-3189 + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids.mar b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.mar new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4229d3b9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.mar @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +From: llama@pooh.cc.utexas.edu (sine nomine) +Newsgroups: alt.folklore.urban +Subject: a variation on the "aids mary" ul + +i heard a new (to me anyway) version of the infamous "aids mary" ul +tonight at work, told by a chirpy little 18-year-old who swore it +really happened to a friend of a friend of hers. the most interesting +twist is it has the man giving aids to the woman: + +it seems that a group of young college women went to florida for +spring break. while there, one of them met the perfect man and fell +madly in love. by the end of the week they were engaged. but, of +course, spring break ended, and the girl had to fly home. at the +airport, the man gave her a ring box which she assumed was an +engagement ring. when she got home, she excitedly told her family and +friends all about mr wonderful, and with them around, opened the ring +box, which turned out to contain a toy skeleton and a piece of paper +which said (of course) "welcome to the world of aids." + +a couple of interesting things: another coworker was prompted to tell +the original story, with the lipstick mirror message. and the first +person told this story in response to a coworker talking about a +telemarketer who'd accepted a customer's invitation to spend a weekend +in san francisco. her point was that if you accept invitations from +strangers and sleep with them, you'll die. + +has anyone else heard this variant? + +sine "welcome to the world of annoying people" nomine + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids.sg b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.sg new file mode 100644 index 00000000..87d0dc77 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.sg @@ -0,0 +1,486 @@ + + UNDERSTANDING AIDS + A Message From The Surgeon General + + This brochure has been sent to you by the Government of the United States. +In preparing it, we have consulted with the top health experts in the country. + + I feel it is important that you have the best information now available +for fighting the AIDS virus, a health problem that the President has called +"Public Enemy Number One." + + Stopping AIDS is up to you, your family and your loved ones. + + Some of the issues involved in this brochure may not be things you are +used to discussing openly. I can easily understand that. But now you must +discuss them. We all must know about AIDS. Read this brochure and talk about +it with those you love. Get involved. Many schools, churches, synagogues and +community groups offer AIDS education activities. + + + I encourage you to practice responsible behavior based on understanding +and strong personal values. This is what you can do to stop AIDS. + + C. Everett Koop, M.D., Sc.D. + Surgeon General + + + What AIDS Means To You + + AIDS is one of the most serious health problems that has ever faced the +American public. It is important that we all, regardless of who we are, +understand this disease. + + AIDS stands for acquired immunodeficiency syndrome. It is a disease +caused by the Human Immunodeficiency Virus, HIV -- the AIDS virus. + + The AIDS virus may live in the human body for years before actual symptoms +appear. It primarily affects you by making you unable to fight other +diseases. These other diseases can kill you. + + Many people feel that only certain "high risk groups" of people are +infected by the AIDS virus. This is untrue. Who you are has nothing to do +with whether you are in danger of being infected with the AIDS virus. What +matters is what you do. + + People are worried about getting AIDS. Some should be worried and need to +take some serious precautions. But many are not in danger of contracting +AIDS. + + Your children need to know about AIDS. Discuss it with them as you would +any health concern. + + + How Do You Get AIDS? + + There are two main ways you can get AIDS. First, you can become infected +by having sex -- oral, anal or vaginal -- with someone who is infected with +the AIDS virus. + + Second, you can be infected by sharing drug needles and syringes with an +infected person. + + Babies of women who have been infected with the AIDS virus may be born +with the infection because it can be transmitted from the mother to the baby +before or during birth. + + + Can You Become Infected? + + Yes, if you engage in risky behavior. + + The male homosexual population was the first in this country to feel the +effects of the disease. But in spite of what you may have heard, the number +of heterosexual cases is growing. + + People who have died of AIDS in the U.S. have been male and female, rich +and poor, white, Black, Hispanic, Asian and American Indian. + + + How Do You Get AIDS From Sex? + + The AIDS virus can be spread by sexual intercourse whether you are male or +female, heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual. + + This happens because a person infected with the AIDS virus may have the +virus in semen or vaginal fluids. The virus can enter the body through the +vagina, penis, rectum or mouth. + + Anal intercourse, with or without a condom, is risky. The rectum is easily +injured during anal intercourse. + + Remember, AIDS is sexually transmitted, and the AIDS virus is not the only +infection that is passed through intimate sexual contact. + + Other sexual transmitted diseases, such as gonorrhea, syphilis, herpes and +chlamydia, can also be contracted through oral, anal and vaginal intercourse. +If you are infected with one of these diseases and engage in risky behavior +you are at greater risk of getting AIDS. + + + You Won't Get AIDS From Insects -- Or A Kiss + + No matter what you may have heard, the AIDS virus is hard to get and is +easily avoided. + + You won't just "catch" AIDS like a cold or flu because the virus is a +different type. The AIDS virus is transmitted through sexual intercourse, the +sharing of drug needles, or to babies of infected mothers before or during +birth. + + You won't get the AIDS virus through everyday contact with the people +around you in school, in the workplace, at parties, child care centers, or +stores. You won't get it by swimming in a pool, even if someone in the pool is +infected with the AIDS virus. Students attending school with someone infected +with the AIDS virus are not in danger from casual contact. + + + You won't get AIDS from a mosquito bite. The AIDS virus is not +transmitted through a mosquito's salivary glands like other diseases such as +malaria or yellow fever. You won't get it from bed bugs, lice, flies or other +insects, either. + + You won't get AIDS from saliva, sweat, tears, urine or a bowel movement. + + You won't get AIDS from a kiss. + + You won't get AIDS from clothes, a telephone, or from a toilet seat. It +can't be passed by using a glass or eating utensils that someone else has +used. You won't get the virus by being on a bus, train or crowded elevator +with a person who is infected with the virus, or who has AIDS. + + + What Behavior Puts You At Risk? + + You are at risk of being infected with the AIDS virus if you have sex with +someone who is infected, or if you share drug needles and syringes with +someone who is infected. + + Since you can't be sure who is infected, your chances of coming into +contact with the virus increase with the number of sex partners you have. Any +exchange of infected blood, semen or vaginal fluids can spread the virus and +place you at great risk. + + The following behaviors are risky when performed with an infected person. +You can't tell by looking if a person is infected. + + + RISKY BEHAVIOR + + Sharing drug needles and syringes. + + Anal sex, with or without a condom. + + Vaginal or oral sex with someone who shoots drugs or engages in anal sex. + + Sex with someone you don't know well (a pickup or prostitute) or with + someone you know has several sex partners. + + Unprotected sex (without a condom) with an infected person. + + SAFE BEHAVIOR + + Not having sex. + + Sex with one mutually faithful, uninfected partner. + + Not shooting drugs. + + + What About Dating? + + Dating and getting to know other people is a normal part of life. Dating +doesn't mean the same thing as having sex. Sexual intercourse as a part of +dating can be risky. One of the risks is AIDS. + + How can you tell if someone you're dating or would like to date has been +exposed to the AIDS virus? The bad news is, you can't. But the good news is, +as long as sexual activity and sharing drug needles are avoided, it doesn't +matter. + + You are going to have to be careful about the person you become sexually +involved with, making your own decision based on your own best judgment. That +can be difficult. + + Has this person had any sexually transmitted diseases? How many people +have they been to bed with? Have they experimented with drugs? All these are +sensitive, but important, questions. But you have a personal responsibility to +ask. + + Think of it this way. If you know someone well enough to have sex, then +you should be able to talk about AIDS. If someone is unwilling to talk, you +shouldn't have sex. + + + Do Married People Get AIDS? + + Married people who are uninfected, faithful and don't shoot drugs are not +at risk. But if they engage in risky behavior, they can become infected with +the AIDS virus and infect their partners. If you feel your spouse may be +putting you at risk, talk to him or her. It's your life. + + + What Is All The Talk About Condoms? + + Not so very long ago, condoms (rubbers or prophylactics) were things we +didn't talk about very much. + + Now, they're discussed on the evening news and on the front page of your +newspaper, and displayed out in the open in your local drug store, grocery, +and convenience store. + + For those who are sexually active and not limiting their sexual activity +to one partner, condoms have been shown to help prevent the spread of sexually +transmitted diseases. That is why the use of condoms is recommended to help +reduce the spread of AIDS. + + Condoms are the best preventive measure against AIDS besides not having +sex and practicing safe behavior. + + But condoms are far from being foolproof. You have to use them properly. +And you have to use them every time you have sex, from start to finish. If you +use a condom, you should remember these guidelines: + + (1) Use condoms made of latex rubber. Latex serves as a barrier to the +virus. "Lambskin" or "natural membrane" condoms are not as good because of the +pores in the material. Look for the word "latex" on the package. + + (2) A condom with a spermicide may provide additional protection. +Spermicides have been shown in laboratory tests to kill the virus. Use the +spermicide in the tip and outside the condom. + + (3) Condom use is safer with a lubricant. Check the list of ingredients on +the back of the lubricant package to make sure the lubricant is water-based. +Do not use petroleum-based jelly, cold cream, baby oil or cooking shortening. +These can weaken the condom and cause it to break. + + + What Does Someone With AIDS Look Like? + + It is very important that everyone understands that a person can be +infected with the AIDS virus without showing any symptoms at all. + + It is possible to be infected for years, feel fine, look fine and have no +way of knowing you are infected unless you have a test for the AIDS virus. + + During this period, however, people infected with the AIDS virus can pass +the virus to sexual partners, to people with whom drug needles are shared, and +to children before or during birth. That is one of the most disturbing things +about AIDS. + + Once symptoms do appear, they are similar to the symptoms of some other +diseases. As the disease progresses, they become more serious. That is because +the AIDS virus keeps your body's natural defenses from operating correctly. + + If you are concerned whether you might be infected, consider your own +behavior and its effects on others. If you feel you need to be tested for the +AIDS virus, talk to a doctor or an AIDS counselor for more information. + + + Is There A Cure For AIDS? + + There is presently no cure for AIDS. + + Medicines such as AZT have prolonged the lives of some people with AIDS. +There is hope that additional treatments will be found. + + There is also no vaccine to prevent uninfected people from getting the +infection. Researchers believe it may take years for an effective, safe +vaccine to be found. + + The most effective way to prevent AIDS is avoiding exposure to the virus, +which you can control by your own behavior. + + + Should You Get An AIDS Test? + + You have probably heard about the "AIDS Test." The test doesn't actually +tell you if you have AIDS. It shows if you have been infected with the virus. +It looks for changes in blood that occur after you have been infected. + + The Public Health Service recommends you be confidentially counseled and +tested if you have had any sexually transmitted disease or shared needles; if +you are a man who has had sex with another man; or if you have had sex with a +prostitute, male or female. You should be tested if you have had sex with +anyone who has done any of these things. + + If you are a woman who has been engaging in risky behavior and you plan to +have a baby or are not using birth control, you should be tested. + + Your doctor may advise you to be counseled and tested if you are a +hemophiliac, or have received a blood transfusion between 1978 and 1985. + + If you test positive, and find you have been infected with the AIDS virus, +you must take steps to protect your partner. + + People who have always practiced safe behavior do not need to be tested. + + There's been a great deal in the press about problems with the test. It is +very reliable if it is done by a good laboratory and the results are checked +by a physician or counselor. + + If you have engaged in risky behavior, speak frankly to a doctor who +understands the AIDS problem, or to an AIDS counselor. + + For more information, call your local public health agency. They're listed +in the government section of your phone book. Or, call your local AIDS +hotline. If you can't find the number, call 1-800-342-AIDS. + + + The Problem Of Drugs And AIDS + + Today, in some cities, the sharing of drug needles and syringes by those +who shoot drugs is the fastest growing way that the virus is being spread. + + No one should shoot drugs. It can result in addiction, poor health, family +disruption, emotional disturbances and death. Many drug users are addicted and +need to enter a drug treatment program as quickly as possible. + + In the meantime, these people must avoid AIDS by not sharing any of the +equipment used to prepare and inject illegal drugs. + + Sharing drug needles, even once, is an extremely easy way to be infected +with the AIDS virus. Blood from an infected person can be trapped in the +needle or syringe, and then injected directly into the bloodstream of the next +person who uses the needle. + + Other kinds of drugs, including alcohol, can also cause problems. Under +their influence, your judgment becomes impaired. You could be exposed to the +AIDS virus while doing things you wouldn't otherwise do. + + Teenagers are at an age when trying different things is especially +inviting. They must understand how serious the drug problem is and how to +avoid it. + + Drugs are also one of the main ways in which prostitutes become infected. +They may share needles themselves or have sex with people who do. They then +can pass the AIDS virus to others. + + For information about drug abuse treatment programs, contact your +physician, local public health agency or community AIDS or drug assistance +group. + + + AIDS And Babies + + An infected woman can give the AIDS virus to her baby before it is born, +or during birth. If a woman is infected, her child has about one chance in two +of being born with the virus. + + If you are considering having a baby, and think you might have been at +risk of being infected with the AIDS virus, even if it was years ago, you +should receive counseling and be tested before you get pregnant. + + You must have a long talk with the person with whom you're planning to +have a child. Even if you have known this person for a long time, there's no +way to be sure he or she hasn't been infected in the past, possibly without +realizing it. That person needs to think hard and decide if an AIDS test might +be a good idea. So should you. + + + Talking With Kids About AIDS + + Children hear about AIDS, just as we all do. But they don't understand it, +so they become frightened. They are worried they or their friends might get +sick and die. + + Children need to be told they can't get AIDS from everyday contact in the +classroom, cafeteria or bathrooms. They don't have to worry about getting AIDS +even if one of their schoolmates is infected. + + Basic health education should be started as early as possible, in keeping +with parental and community standards. Local schools have the responsibility +to see that their students know the facts about AIDS. It is very important +that middle school students -- those entering their teens --learn to protect +themselves from the AIDS virus. + + Children must also be taught values and responsibility, as well as skills +to help them resist peer pressure that might lead to risky behavior. These +skills can be reinforced by religious and community groups. However, final +responsibility rests with the parents. As a parent, you should read and +discuss this brochure with your children. + + + Helping A Person With AIDS + + If you are one of the growing number of people who know someone who is +infected, you need to have a special understanding of the problem. + + No one will require more support and more love than your friend with AIDS. +Feel free to offer what you can, without fear of becoming infected. + + Don't worry about getting AIDS from everyday contact with a person with +AIDS. You need to take precautions such as wearing rubber gloves only when +blood is present. + + If you don't know anyone with AIDS, but you'd still like to offer a +helping hand, become a volunteer. You can be sure your help will be +appreciated by a person with AIDS. + + This might mean dropping by the supermarket to pick up groceries, sitting +with the person a while, or just being there to talk. You may even want to +enroll in a support group for caregivers. These are available around the +country. If you are interested, contact any local AIDS-related organization. + + Above all, keep an upbeat attitude. It will help you and everyone face the +disease more comfortably. + + + Do You Know Enough To Talk About AIDS? Try This Quiz + + It's important for each of us to share what we know about AIDS with family +members and others we love. Knowledge and understanding are the best weapons +we have against the disease. Check the boxes. Answers below. + + 1. If you are not in a "high risk group," you still need to be concerned + about AIDS. + + True or False + + 2. The AIDS virus is not spread through: A. insect bites. B. casual + contact. C. sharing drug needles. D. sexual intercourse. + + + 3. Condoms are an effective, but not foolproof, way to prevent the spread + of the AIDS virus. + + True or False + + 4. You can't tell by looking that someone has the AIDS virus. + + True or False + + 5. If you think you've been exposed to the AIDS virus, you should get an + AIDS test. + + True or False + + 6. People who provide help for someone with AIDS are not personally at + risk for getting the disease. + + True or False + + + ANSWERS + + 1. True. It is risky behavior that puts you at risk for AIDS, regardless + of any "group" you belong to. + + 2. A & B. The AIDS virus is not spread by insects, kissing, tears or + casual contact. + + 3. True. However, the most effective preventive measure against AIDS is + not having sex or shooting drugs. + + 4. True. You cannot tell by looking if someone is infected. The virus by + itself is completely invisible. Symptoms may first appear years after + you have been infected. + + 5. True. You should be counseled about getting an AIDS test if you have + been engaging in risky behavior or think you have been exposed to the + virus. There is no reason to be tested if you don't engage in this + behavior. + + 6. True. You won't get AIDS by helping someone who has the disease. + + + The Difference Between Giving And Receiving Blood + + 1. Giving blood. You are not now, nor have you ever been in danger of + getting AIDS from giving blood at a blood bank. The needles that are + used for blood donations are brand-new. Once they are used, they are + destroyed. There is no way you can come into contact with the AIDS + virus by donating blood. + + 2. Receiving blood. The risk of getting AIDS from a blood transfusion + has been greatly reduced. In the interest of making the blood supply + safe as possible, donors are screened for risk factors and donated + blood is tested for the AIDS antibody. Call your local blood bank if + you have questions. + + + + HHS publication number (CDC)HHS-88-8404. Reproduction of the contents of + this brochure is encouraged. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a45cdef4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids.txt @@ -0,0 +1,104 @@ + Msg#: 9914 *Samples* 03-06-92 00:09:00 + Subj: WHO'S MAKING MONEY OUT OF AIDS? + Via The NY Transfer News Service 718-448-2358, 718-448-2683 + + GREEN LEFT WEEKLY Issue #46 March 4, 1992 + + Who's making money out of AIDS? + + By Steve Painter + + The AIDS pandemic is a disaster for humanity, but a gold mine for +some multinational chemical companies, it seems. While AIDS is still +spreading in advanced countries such as Australia and the USA, nine +out of 10 new HIV infections are now occurring in the Third World. +However, most treatments coming out of the laboratories of North +America and Europe are affordable only in the richest countries. + + In Africa, where it is expected that 18 million people will be HIV +positive by the end of the century, most governments and health +authorities can't even afford the blood tests that would enable them +to keep track of the problem. In South Africa, the richest country on +the continent and by no means the one with the greatest AIDS problem, +it is estimated that the direct and indirect cost of the disease will +be around $20 billion in the next eight years. HIV infection is +expected to treble in Asia within five years. + + Meanwhile, the chemical giant Burroughs-Wellcome has cornered the +market in AZT (zidovudine), the main drug so far with a proven ability +to slow the progress of AIDS. Last year, the company raked in about +$300 million from AZT - just one of the newer lines in an extensive +range. The drug was licensed for use in humans only four years ago. +About 40% of the take from AZT is estimated to be profit, even after +the company reduced the price by around 20% in response to protests. + + In the US, a year's supply of AZT for one person costs around +US$8000, perhaps okay for those who have adequate medical insurance, +but a disaster for those who don't. US AIDS activists say these prices +don't reflect the drug's production cost; bootleg supplies are much +cheaper, though illegal. Australian prices for patented AZT are even +higher, largely because the drug companies are aware that Medicare +will pick up the tab. + + The company is not simply recovering development costs. A March 1991 +court action by the New York-based People With AIDS group made it +clear Burroughs-Wellcome contributed very little to the development of +the drug, and its right to the patent is dubious. The AIDS-related +qualities of the drug were first developed by researchers for the US +National Cancer Institute, not Burroughs- Wellcome. + + Jerome Horowitz of the Michigan Cancer Foundation discovered AZT in +1964, but at the time it seemed to have no useful role and it was +extremely toxic. In 1974, Wolfram Ostertag at Germany's Max Planck +Institute discovered that AZT inhibited retroviruses in mice, but at +that time no such viruses were known to exist in humans. + Wellcome studied the compound from 1982 to 1984, but in 1984 +declined to participate in an NCI search for drugs that would work +against HIV/AIDS because, it said, human retroviruses were not +treatable, live HIV was too dangerous to work with and HIV experiments +were unlikely to be profitable. + + Eventually Wellcome handed over some compounds to the NCI for study, +and the NCI discovered the AIDS-inhibiting qualities of AZT. Wellcome +immediately filed for a British patent even though its scientists had +not discovered the drug and had not participated in the HIV +experiments. + + It later took out a US patent as well. The US application did not +reveal that work on the drug in humans had been done at the NCI and +Duke University. The patent was approved in 1988. + + In 1989, NCI director Sam Broder and several colleagues wrote to the +New York Times saying, "one of the key obstacles to the development of +AZT was that Burroughs-Wellcome did not work with live AIDS virus nor +wish to receive samples from AIDS patients". + + It seems the prices of other AIDS drugs are also kept outrageously +high by the fact that their patents are owned by private chemical +companies. Acyclovir, another Wellcome line, netted the company around +$400 million last year. This one is more established than AZT, having +been on the shelves for nearly a decade. + + Burroughs-Wellcome is by no means the only AIDS profiteer. In 1984 +Lypho-Med, a smaller US company, increased the price of a pneumonia- +fighting drug, pentamidine, from around $34 to around $136 per unit as +its use increased among people with AIDS. By 1988, public protest +forced the price down again. + + Another company, Roche, controls ddI and ddC, which are similar to +AZT and often used in conjunction with it. They cost about two-thirds +the price of AZT. Roche also sells Bactrim, used to fight pneumonia +and urinary infections in people with AIDS. Private multinational +companies control most of the research into AIDS because they have +budgets many times larger than those of most government research +bodies. + + At least a dozen potential AIDS vaccines are being tested at +present. If the chemical companies run true to form, none of them is +likely to be much cheaper than AZT. + +--- Tm_Write Version 1.30 --- Get ALL the News That Doesn't Fit - +Subscribe Today! + +* Origin: Samples Newsfeed - NY Transfer News Service 718-448-2358 +(1033/1) \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids02.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aids02.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f7871b40 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids02.txt @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ +Title : AIDS: The Facts + +Source : American Red Cross + + + AIDS: + Spread Facts + Not Fear + + +What Is AIDS? + +Acquired immune deficiency syndrome (AIDS) is a serious condition that affects +the body's ability to fight infection. A disgnosis of AIDS is made when a +person develops a life-threatening illness not usually found in a person with a +normal ability to fight infection. The two diseases most often found in AIDS +patients are a lung infection called Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia and a rare +form of cancer called Kaposi's sarcoma. It is these diseases, not the AIDS +virus itself, that can lead to death. To date, more than 50 percent of the +persons with AIDS have died. + +What Causes AIDS? + +Researchers have discovered the cause of AIDS - a virus that is called either +HTLV-III or LAV. This virus changes the structure of the cell it attacks. +Infection with the virus can lead to AIDS or to a less severe condition known +as AIDS-related complex (ARC). Some of those persons infected with the virus +will develop symptoms of AIDS or ARC. Other people who carry the virus may +remain in apparent good health. These carriers can transmit the virus during +sexual contact, or an infected mother can transmit the virus to her infant +before, during, or after birth (probably through breast milk). + +Who Gets AIDS? + +Since 1981, the Centers for Disease Control has been collecting information +on AIDS. Approximately 95 percent of the persons with AIDS belong to one of the +following groups: + +* Sexually active homosexual or bisexual men (73 percent) + +* Present or past abusers of intravenous drugs (17 percent) + +* Patients who have had transfusions with blood or blood products (2 percent) + +* Persons with hemophilia or other coagulation disorders (1 percent) + +* Heterosexuals who have had sexual contact with someone with AIDS, or at risk + for AIDS (1 percent) + +* Infants born to infected mothers (1 percent) + +Approximately 5 percent of persons with AIDS do not fall into any of these +groups, but researchers believe that they came in contact with the virus in +similar ways. Some died before complete histories could be taken, while others +refused to provide any personal information. + +What Are the Symptoms? + +Most individuals infected with the AIDS virus have no symptoms and feel well. +Some develop symptoms that may include - + +* Fever, including "night sweats." + +* Weight loss for no apparent reason. + +* Swollen lymph glands in the neck, underarm, or groin area. + +* Fatigue or tiredness. + +* Diarrhea. + +* White spots or unusual blemishes in the mouth. + +These symptoms are also symptoms of many other illnesses. They may be symptoms +of AIDS if they are unexplained by other illness. Anyone with these symptoms +for more than two weeks should see a doctor. + +How is the AIDS Virus Spread? + +The AIDS virus is spread by sexual contact, needle sharing, or rarely through +transfused blood or its components. Multiple sexual partners, either homosexual +or heterosexual, and sharing needles by drug users increase the risk of +infection with the virus. + +Is the AIDS Virus Spread Through Casual Contact? + +No. Casual contact with AIDS patients or people who carry the virus does NOT +place others at risk for getting AIDS. The AIDS virus is NOT spread by- + +* Casual contact, such as hugging or hand shaking with an AIDS patient or a + person carrying the virus. + +* Use of bathroom facilities, such as toilets, sinks, or bathtubs. Use of + swimming pools. + +* Sneezing, coughing, or spitting. + +* Dishes, utensils, or food handled by a person with AIDS. + +The AIDS virus is not spread through normal daily contact at work, in school, +or at home. No cases have been found where the virus has been transmitted by +casual contact with AIDS patients in the home, workplace, or health care +setting. This statement is based in part, on studies of more than 300 +households where people with AIDS were present. Not a single case of AIDS or +transmission of the virus was found except from sexual contacts or from +infected mothers to their infants. Many of those tested were children who had +shared bottles, beds, toothbrushes, and eating utensils with infected brothers +and sisters. + +Is There a Test for AIDS? + +There is an AIDS virus antibody test that detects antibodies to the AIDS virus +that causes the disease. The body produces antibodies that try to get rid of +bacteria, viruses, or anything else that is not supposed to be in the blood +stream. The test tells if someone has been infected with the AIDS virus. Most +people with AIDS have a positive test and some people with a positive test +will develop AIDS. The test does not tell who will develop AIDS. + +What Does a Positive Test Mean? + +It means that a person has been infected with the AIDS virus. It is estimated +that more than one million Americans have been infected by the AIDS virus. Some +of these people will develop AIDS. Others who have the virus may stay well, +without any symptoms, but can transmit the virus to others. + +Why Do We Have a Test? + +The test was first used in blood donation centers to prevent the AIDS virus +from getting into the blood supply. We have always used tests to make the +blood supply as safe as possible. For example, all blood is tested for the +hepatitis B virus. This is to make sure that the person does not get hepatitis +B. + +Is the Blood Supply Safe? + +YES. The blood supply is well protected from the AIDS virus. People who may be +at risk of having AIDS are told that they should not donate blood. For example, +men who have had sex with another male since 1977 are told not to donate blood. +Also, the test is used to screen all donated blood and plasma for signs of the +virus that causes AIDS. + +Can I Get AIDS by Donating Blood? + +NO. All of the needles, syringes, tubing, and containers used by blood donation +centers are sterile and are used only once and thrown away, so there is no +chance of infection. + +Is the Test Available to the Public? + +YES. The test is available at a variety of test sites in most states. It is +also available through private doctors and clinics. Information about where to +get the test is available from state or local health departments, sexually +transmitted disease clinics, doctor's offices, and community blood services. +Anyone planning to take the test should get advice before the test and +understand what the results may indicate. It is important to have counseling +after the test. + +How Can I Protect Myself From AIDS? + +* Do not have sexual contact with AIDS patients, with members of the risk + groups, or with people who test positive for the AIDS virus. If you do, use + a condom and avoid sexual practices such as anal intercourse that may injure + tissue. + +* Do not use IV drugs. If you do, do not share needles. Do not have sex with + people who use IV drugs. + +* Women who are sex partners of risk group members or who use IV drugs should + consider the risk to their babies before pregnancy. These women should have + an HTLV-III antibody test before they become pregnant. If the become pregnant + they should have a test during pregnancy. + +* Do not have sex with multiple partners, including prostitutes (who may also + be IV drug abusers). The more partners you have, the greater your chances of + contracting AIDS. + +What Should I Do if I Have a Positive Test? + +* Have a regular medical checkup and get counseling. + +* Do not donate blood, sperm, or organs. + +* Do not share drugs with others, and avoid exchanging bodily fluids during + sexual activity (a condom should be used). Avoid oral-genital contact and + intimate kissing. + +* Do not share toothbrushes. razors, or anything that could be contaminated + with blood. + +* Consider postponing pregnancy. + +Further information about AIDS can be obtained from your Red Cross chapter, +local or state health department, other community agencies, or the Public +Health Service Hotline. The hotline number is 1-800-342-AIDS. Atlanta Area +callers should dial 329-1290. + +______________________________________________________________________________ + +Developed in cooperation with the Washington Business Group on Health, based +upon Public Health Service/U.S. Department of Health and Human Services +pamphlet "Facts About AIDS" + +Funding provided by the American Council of Life Insurance and the Health +Insurance Association of America. +______________________________________________________________________________ + +AIDS-1 Rev. May 1986 + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aids10.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/aids10.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c6314bd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aids10.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1168 @@ +The following is a complete verbatim transcription from a recent broadcast of +"Network 23", a program shown on a local Los Angeles Public Access Cable +Channel. + +FULL TRANSCRIPTION FROM NETWORK 23: +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ + +Good evening, I'm Michel Kassett. This is Network 23. A couple of weeks ago +we had a program on the subject of AIDS, addressing the question of whether +AIDS -- the AIDS virus -- was created by the government; and I'm sure that +some people were quite shocked by what they heard. We spent that entire +program relating to you the evidence of a very substantial amount of factual +evidence which supports the proposition that AIDS is a synthetic biological +agent that was deliberately engineered by the US government as an instrument +of depopulation. This is by far the most controversial and dangerous subject +that we have ever addressed on this program, so I would like to review briefly +the major points -- the most significant pieces of evidence -- that I +presented two weeks ago. + +The first point was that in the early 1970's, Henry Kissinger wrote a top +secret document -- a National Security Memorandum ("NSM 200") -- in which he +indicated that "depopulation should be the highest priority of US foreign +policy towards the Third World." This Memorandum which can be obtained from +the US National Archives, which was only declassified very quietly in 1990, +was adopted by the National Security Council as official US foreign policy +towards the Third World. Now, this is a classic example of the "secret +government" in action, because of none of this was known to the Congress, and +certainly, it was not known to the American people. Did any of you know that +depopulation was considered a matter of US national security? Did any of you +know that for the past 20 years, depopulation has been the highest long-range +priority of US foreign policy towards the Third World? No you didn't, because +it was classified -- it was a secret. + +I would like to read for you just a piece of this document. It is written by +Henry Kissinger: + +"Reduction of the rate of population in these States is a matter of vital US +national security." [National Security Memorandum, Henry Kissinger] + +And we even have a map of those areas in which Kissinger indicates where +depopulation would be desireable. It's all Third World countries -- it's all +brown people and yellow people, of course. + +"The US economy will require large and increasing amounts of minerals from +abroad, especially from less-developed countries. That fact gives the US +enhanced interests in the political, economic and social stability of the +supplying countries. Wherever a lessening of population can increase the +prospects for such stability, population policy becomes relevant to resources, +supplies and to the economic interests of the United States." [National +Security Memorandum, Henry Kissinger] + +Now, when Kissinger says "economic interests of the United States..." he means +the interests of US corporations, which are in fact, multi-national +corporations, with no loyalty to this country whatsoever. NSM 200, unlike +other government documents on the subject, outlined "international and +political and economic implications of population growth..." rather than its +ecological or sociological aspects. Like we have been saying all along, the +New World Order is a business, and the US Government is in the business of +business. + +Now, the next document was from the US Senate Library. It is a record of the +Appropriations Hearing that was held in July of 1969, where the Department of +the Army specifically requested and received $10 million to develop "a +synthetic biological agent that would impair or destroy the human immune +system." This is from the US Senate Library. We also made reference to +several published articles from the World Health Organization, written about +the same time, which advocated similar kinds of research toward the +development of "a hybrid virus that could selectively effect the human immune +system." + +Like it not, these documents all exist. The Kissinger Memorandum, the Army +Appropriations Hearing, the articles from the World Health Organization; these +are official records -- facts of history -- that can not be disputed. + +We also pointed out an incredible coincidence. The World Health Organization +went into Central Africa in 1972 -- into an area that is known as the "AIDS +Belt" -- and administered a smallpox vaccination to several thousands of +Africans. This event was followed immediately by the first outbreak of AIDS +on this planet -- a remarkable coincidence -- that was noted as a Front Page +Headline in the London Times, but has never even been mentioned in the US +Media -- never even mentioned. + +Another startling fact that was never mentioned in the mainstream media -- the +Hepatitis B Vaccine that was given to several thousand male homosexuals in New +York and San Francisco in 1978. The fact is, every single person who received +that vaccine contracted AIDS -- every single one of them -- without exception. +That is what the first American victims of AIDS all had in common. They were +receivers of the Hepatitis B Vaccine. It is a document fact. AIDS began in +America in 1978 in the homosexual communities of New York and San Francisco, +immediately following a government-sponsored program of Hepatitis B +Vaccinations. This is all completely documented -- it is completely true. + +In our first program, we made many references to material that you can and +should read, such as the Strecker Memorandum, by Dr. Robert Strecker. Another +work called "Who Murdered Africa," by Dr. William Douglas. And an incredible +book called "A Higher Form of Killing," which documents over 500 specific +cases of biological experimentation by our government on an unsuspecting +public. If you don't think they do "that kind of thing," you are simply +uninformed. + +We also read you an official government report from the Royal Society of +Medicine in Great Britain, in which they state unequivocally that "saliva and +blood are vastly more infectious than genital secretions," and "that AIDS +meets none of the criterion of a venereal disease. That despite the +misrepresentations of the American Medical Establishment and the American +Government, AIDS is not primarily a sexually transmitted disease." All of +that, according to the Royal Society of Medicine in Great Britain. That's a +document that we have and we'll come back to it in just a moment. + +We also shared with you information and opinions from many highly-respected +physicians, like Dr. Robert Strecker, Dr. William Douglas, Dr. Cantwell, Dr. +Hazeltine, Dr. Alonso, who all agree that the AIDS virus could never have +occurred spontaneously in Nature. That animal viruses cannot jump species, as +we are being told they did, as we are being asked to believe happened -- when +allegedly, a green monkey bit an Africa and precipitated the pandemic of AIDS. +We know as a scientific fact that viruses cannot jump species, unless they are +specifically engineered to do so. And we also know for a scientific fact that +the AIDS virus bears no resemblance whatsoever to any virus ever found in a +green monkey, but does bear a total resemblance to cow virus and sheep virus, +which have somehow been bonded together. The only possible way these two +different species of virus could bond together would be in a laboratory -- +something engineered in a laboratory -- and then further engineered to make +the jump into a human system. + +We talked about the Laws of Virology, which state that for every case of +infection -- viral infection -- that is known and reported, there are 99 cases +that are unknown and unreported. This means that if we have 200,000 known +cases of AIDS, then there are 20 million right behind it. 20 million +Americans who are HIV positive and do not know it. We also shared quotes from +several doctors who believe that the HIV infection rate has now reached +approximately 100 million people on the Continent of Africa; 30 to 50 million +in Asia; and no less than 20 million in the United States. + +Again, the Laws of Virology state that the rate of infection for a retrovirus, +like the AIDS virus, the rate of infection will double approximately every 12 +months. Another frightening fact that no one has bothered to tell us, is that +there are six different basic types of the AIDS virus, and that each of these +basic types, being what is called a "recombinant retrovirus," has a +recombinant potential of 9,000 to the Fourth Power. "Recombinant" means the +ability to change and recombine into something new, and the calculation 9,000 +to the Fourth Power times 6 is literally in the hundreds of millions of +trillions of different possible forms and manifestations of the AIDS virus. +[Note, the number calculated is 354,294,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 variations +of the AIDS virus]. Now that means that you would need a vaccine for every +possible choice that the virus could make, which is technically impossible; +truthfully, realistically impossible. It's like the influenza virus -- +there's no vaccine. There are simply too many strains of it, too many +different varieties, to ever develop a single, comprehensive vaccine. + +The bottom line? We are not being told the truth about this plague. In the +words of Dr. Hazeltine in his testimony to Congress: "AIDS is a species +threatening disease." Now, I don't want to appear to bleak or too hopeless. +All of these doctors believe that some type of cure is possible, but that +we're going to need a lot more money, and we're going to have to move beyond +the strangle hold of the Medical Establishment -- the AMA. And since he lives +here in Los Angeles, I'm now going to put the number of Dr. Robert Strecker up +on the screen -- I'm going to flash that number for you now. Please put that +up, thank you. [213 344-8039]. I urge you to write down this number and to +make this call. Please call Dr. Strecker. All you have to do is call, and he +will send you information -- important critical information -- on the subject +of AIDS. + +Alright. About 3 weeks ago we played an excerpt from a speech by Craig Hulet, +and tonight I want to play you something else from that speech which relates +to the subject of AIDS. For those who do not know him, Craig Hulet was a +former advisor to the National Security Council and a former consultant to +several multi-national corporations, and he has, as they say; "come in from +the cold..." -- he has crossed over and has spent the last 3 or 4 years +writing and lecturing on the subject of the New World Order - sharing with +everyone who will listen, the breadth and the scope of his knowledge and +experience. + +Mr. Hulet knows first-hand the kind of men who are running the world. He +knows what they're up to and he is trying to warn us. Now, on this list of +alternative sources of information, which so many people are writing in to +receive -- you know all you have to do is send in a stamped, self-addressed +envelope, and we'll send you one -- the name at the top of this list is Craig +Hulet. He is an indispensable connection. So, right now I want to play for +you a small excerpt from a speech that he gave on July 25th at the Hilton +Hotel in Los Angeles. His subject was George Bush and the New World Order, +but at the end of the evening, he was asked a specific question about AIDS, +and this is how he responded: + +"... biological warfare virus by the US Military. Sure... I really hate that +subject. You know, we're never, ever going to be able to prove -- Strecker, +William Douglas -- we'll never be able to prove that AIDS was developed +specifically to reduce the populations of Central Africa, the black inner +cities, drug users, prostitutes and homosexuals. But it just seems strange to +me that all through the 1960's and 1970's, there were books published; [the] +Global 2000 Report to the President, [the] the Club of Rome wrote a book on +over-population -- I must have 50 books on over-population and the need to get +rid of a certain large amount of people on the planet. Now, they never say +which people out to be gotten rid of, but it seems a major coincidence that +the same people that are starving in Ethiopia, in the Sudan, are the same +people that getting AIDS and dying. By the year 2000, they expect 60 million +blacks in Central Africa to die of AIDS. 60 million! It could be as many as +20 million in America. Homosexuals, predominantly, and the interesting thing +is, it is not a homosexual disease. It IS a man-made, mutated disease. It +had to have been man-made. Sheep do not get together and do chemical +experiments on their viruses. So, a man had to graft this bovine virus, which +they know that's what it is, onto a human cell. It had to be made. So we +know its man-made. They know it's transmitted with the... because they know +the most effective device... the best test to discover if you have AIDS... is +not a blood test, it's a saliva test. Now why haven't they told us that?" + +"It's not a sexually transmitted disease, it's simply a disease that gets +transmitted. And you can transmit it by sneezing on someone. Why don't they +tell us that? In the Congressional Record, it says that it can be transmitted +"effectively" by mosquitos. It says so. The Center for Disease Control, in +the Congressional Record, says that it is transmitted by mosquitos in +Belgrade, Florida -- they know it for a fact. Why haven't they told us that +AIDS is being transmitted by mosquitos? They say it to themselves in the +Congressional Record, why don't they tell us?" + +"OK. Here's my theory. Whether or not [AIDS] was created for the purpose of +exterminating the very same, coincidentally, same anti-social element that the +men I did business with for 15 or 20 years, though ought to be gotten rid of +anyways; homosexuals, prostitutes, blacks, etc., and of course, the Black +Continent -- they want the resources but they certainly don't want to feed the +people, see? Why is that they are allowing all of these myths to be told -- +the destruction to take place, and they're doing nothing to stop it? Here's +my theory, and this is all it is -- is a theory -- that they'll find a cure +when about 1 billion people on this planet have died from AIDS, starvation and +disease -- all over the world, all of sudden Eli Lilly, who is one of the +major corporations doing AIDS research -- and coincidentally, George Bush on +the Board of Eli Lilly -- when they finally eliminate huge sections of the +population, which is what they always wanted throughout the 1960's and 1970's, +because of over-population -- it's called "mitigating the problem." They feel +that AIDS and famine and disease will mitigate the problem of over-population. +I suspect that around the year 2010 or so, all of a sudden Eli Lilly will +announce that they've found a phenomenal cure for AIDS, but not until a lot +people die. Because like I said, it seems a major coincidence to me that the +very same people that the men I did business with for years, dislike the most, +those people who just happen to be the ones that are contracting AIDS -- +happens to be some of the ones that are dying in famines, pestilence and +bombing into the Stone Age like we just did -- I don't believe in the +"Coincidence Theory of History" -- I just don't. I haven't for a long time +because the CIA, the National Security Council is too brilliantly planned. +They plan everything to the most minute detail. I can't believe that all of +this is a coincidence. That's all I can say though." + +"I'm going to do a White Paper on that one of these days. One of the reasons +I haven't is that if you talk about AIDS, you never get invited on the +university campus -- you follow me? So I never address AIDS... for 4 years +I've had material on AIDS that addresses this in some fundamental way, and +some of it was very good documentation, proving some of the things that I just +said, but I have never discussed it because of you discuss AIDS, I guarantee +you, you will never be a speaker on the university campuses." [Craig Hulet] + +Once again, I want to say that even though it may not be proved in any +"absolute" sense, because absolute proof is impossible in a relative universe, +and that's one of the tricks of the cynic or the skeptic, is that they demand +absolute proof, knowing full well there is no such thing as absolute proof, +there is only evidence, and a certain point you make a decision on the basis +of the evidence -- you make a decision which becomes your belief -- on the +basis of the evidence. So, on the basis of the evidence, it is my belief, it +is my conviction at a very deep level, that AIDS was deliberately created and +implemented by the United States Government -- more specifically by certain +individuals, most notably Henry Kissinger, Brent Scowcroft and George Herbert +Walker Bush, who was the Director of the CIA at that time, when the Kissinger +Memorandum was adopted by the National Security Council. I can't prove it +absolutely, by I personally believe that Bush was deeply involved -- a major +player -- particularly in the implementation of this epidemic. There's an +article in the LA Times yesterday that says "Bush Defends AIDS Budget" and +"urges behavioral changes." There was a protest demonstration in +Kennebunkport, Maine -- the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power marched through +the tiny downtown area of Kennebunkport. Bush criticized the gay activists +for "hurting holiday business" in this picturesque New England resort, for +"hurting holiday business." + +Quote (this is Bush talking); "To the degree the message hits some merchant in +Kennebunkport, on the best weekend possible, and caused them to close their +doors, I got that part of it, and I didn't like it." This is one cold +reptile. He goes on to say; "You know why they were here. I know why they +were here. They were here because you all are here," said the President to +the White House Press Corp. "They were here because they can get television +coverage, and to some degree, print coverage, because the President happened +to be at home." + +You see, he is contemptuous, he is contemptuous of the people that have this +disease. A spokesperson for the demonstrators said that most of Bush's AIDS +policy has gone into research on AZT, a drug that they said, at best, can only +slow the progression of the disease. It's like junk food for viruses. As +Hulet just said, they don't want to stop it, it's "mitigating the problem," +it's getting rid of the undesirables. When asked what he thought should be +done about the AIDS crisis, Bush said; "I'm in favor of behavioral change." + +Now what is the subtext? What is he saying? He's speaking to his 80% +constituency, telling them what they want to hear, and he is saying basically +that AIDS is caused by immoral behavior, immoral sexual behavior or immoral +drug use. He knows that's a lie, but he is a liar, so what do you expect. +He's the master of deception. He was in on it, I have no doubt whatsoever. + +We said we were going to return this document. This is the House of Common +Social Services Committee, and this is a document prepared by the Royal +Society of Medicine. You can not get more official than this in Great +Britain. And this is what they say: + +"The scale of the deceptions and misinformation perpetrated by virologists, +clinicians and editors of scientific and medical journals about the +infectivity of genital secretions, compared with that of blood and saliva, has +been astonishing. In the presence of a new, lethal virus, spreading amongst +people, for which no vaccine or cure is in sight, every person would assume +that scientists have been working day and night to verify how it is +transmitted. On the contrary, having assumed for a variety of motives that +AIDS is a sexually transmitted disease like syphilis or gonorrhea, a +negligible research effort has gone into the critical matter of transmission. +A few preliminary papers were published and their findings have been +repeatedly quoted as showing the opposite of what they actually showed. When +this was pointed out in letters to the editors of American medical and +scientific journals, publication has been refused. No attempt has been made +to check or double-check the findings in other laboratories, or to rectify +published errors." + +"As far as it goes, the tiny research effort into infectivity of bodily fluids +indicates that saliva is far more infectious than genital secretions, but that +blood is vastly more infectious than either. Consequently, the idea that +condoms can have any significant effect on the spread of AIDS in a nation is +utterly preposterous." + +This is the Royal Society of Medicine in Great Britain. I'll continue... + +"Governments all over the world are spending millions of pounds [dollars], +advising their citizens to prevent AIDS by using condoms on the basis of +MANIFESTLY FRAUDULENT misrepresentation of scientific evidence." + +You know, if they're going to spend millions of your tax dollars on televised +warnings, don't you think they ought to include cuts and wounds and saliva and +breathing it into the lungs, which apparently happens -- 16,000 health care +workers are infected by AIDS. Ask them. Ask the ones who believe their +superiors at the AMA about the costs of ignorance. You want the truth about +AIDS? Get outside the American Blackout. Get outside the boundaries of the +so-called "freest nation on Earth." + +Back in the 1960's you know, we used to feel sorry for the Russian people, +because we knew they weren't getting the whole picture. We wondered what that +must be like. My god, it was hard to imagine. Well, now we know. Now we +know exactly what it's like, to live in a society where crucial information -- +information critical to our survival is being controlled and suppressed by the +government. + +The bottom line? Very serious bad guys are in control of your planet. And +the name at the top of the list is George Bush. George Herbert Walker Bush, +Emperor of the Earth and Supreme Commander of the Dark Side of the Force. + +Well, we're out of time. Good night. I hope to see you all again next week. +If I don't, you will certainly know why." + +ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ +END OF TRANSCRIPTION OF NETWORK 23 PROGRAM. + + +The following is a transcript of the DOD1970 appropriations report mentioned +above... + + ====================================================================== + DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE + APPROPRIATIONS FOR 1970 + ====================================================================== + UNITED STATES SENATE LIBRARY + HEARINGS + BEFORE A + SUBCOMMITTEE OF THE + COMMITTEE ON APPROPRIATIONS + HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES + NINETY-FIRST CONGRESS + FIRST SESSION + ------ + SUBCOMMITTEE ON DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE + George H. Mahon, Texas, Chairman + + ROBERT L. F. SIKES, Florida GLENARD P LIPSCOMB, California + JAMIE D. WHITTEN, Mississippi WILLIAM E. MINSHALL, Ohio + GEORGE W. ANDREWS, Alabama JOHN J. RHODES, Arizona + DANIEL J. FLOOD, Pennsylvania GLENN R. DAVIS, Wisconsin + JOHN M. SLACK, West Virginia + JOSEPH P. ADDABBO, New York + FRANK E. EVANS, Colorado + ------ + + PART 5 + RESEARCH, DEVELOPMENT, TEST, AND EVALUATION + DEPARTMENT OF THE ARMY + + ------ + + PAGE 129 + TUESDAY, JULY 1, 1969 + + SYNTHETIC BIOLOGICAL AGENTS + +There are two things about the biological agent field I would like to +mention. One is the possibility of technological surprise. Molecular biology +is a field that is advancing very rapidly and eminent biologists believe +that within a period of 5 to 10 years it would be possible to produce a +synthetic biological agent, an agent that does not naturally exist and for +which no natural immunity could have been acquired. + +Mr. Sikes. Are we doing any work in that field? +Dr. MacArthur. We are not. +Mr. Sikes. Why not? Lack of money or lack of interest? +Dr. MacArthur. Certainly not lack of interest. +Mr. Sikes. Would you provide for our records information on what would + be required, what the advantages of such a program would be, + the time and the cost involved? +Dr. MacArthur. We will be very happy to. + +(The information follows:) + +The dramatic progress being made in the field of molecular biology led us to +investigate the relevance of this field of science to biological warfare. A +small group of experts considered this matter and provided the following +observations: + +1. All biological agents up to the present time are representatives of +naturally occuring disease, and are thus known by scientists throughtout the +world. They are easily available to qualified scientists for research, +either for offensive or defensive purposes. + +2. Within the next 5 to 10 years, it would be possible to make a new +infective microorganism which could differ in certain important aspects from +any known disease-causing organisms. Most important of these is that it +might be refractory to the immunological and therapeutic processes upon +which we depend to maintain our relative freedom from infectious disease. + +3. A research program to explore the feasibility of this could be completed +in approximately 5 years at a total cost of $10 million. + +4. It would be very difficult to establish such a program. Molecular biology +is a relatively new science. There are not many highly competent scientists +in the field, almost all are in univerity laboratories, and they are +generally adequately supported from sources other that DOD. However, it was +considered possible to initiate an adequate program through the National +Academy of Sciences - National Research Council (NAS-NRC). + +The matter was discussed with the NAS-NRC, and tentative plans were made to +initiate the program. However, decreasing funds in CB, growing criticism of +the CB program, and our reluctance to involve the NAS-NRC in such a +controversial endeavor have led us to postpone it for the past 2 years. + +It is a highly controversial issue and there are many who believe such +research should not be undertaken lest it lead to yet another method of +massive killing of large populations. On the other hand, without the sure +scientific knowledge that such a weapon is possible, and an understanding of +the ways it could be done, there is little that can be done to devise +defensive measures. Should an enemy develop it there is little doubt that +this is an important area of potential military technological inferiority +in which there is no adequate research program. + +============================================================================= + +In 1970, they were given their ten million dollars. + +============================================================================= + +The following is a listing of the references used by Dr. Strecker +in his video "The Strecker Memorandum". It also contains the text +printed on the outside of the video box. + + VIDEO BOX CONTAINER + =================== + + The Strecker Memorandum + +With no cure and no effective treatment in sight, by the year 2000 +A.D. everyone in the U.S. will be infected with AIDS. This videotape +presents the chilling conclusion of 5 years of exhaustive research by +Dr. Robert B. Strecker M.D., Ph.D. + +This is the most controversial videotape you'll ever see. Dr. Robert +Strecker refutes, with documented evidence, virtually everything the +so-called experts and Government reports have told you about AIDS. He +asserts in no uncertain terms that: + + AIDS is a MANMADE disease... + AIDS is NOT a homosexual disease... + AIDS is NOT a vernereal disease... + AIDS is can be carried by mosquitos + Condoms will NOT prevent AIDS... + There can never be a vaccine. + +Although decades have passed and untold billions have been spent in +research, CANCER is still with us, the second major cause of death in +America. + +The most dreaded fear that all oncologists (cancer doctors), +virologists and immunologists live with is that some day CANCER in +one form or another will become a contagious disease, transferable +from one person to another. + +AIDS has now made that fear a reality and if you think you're safe +because you're not gay or promiscuous, or because you're not sexually +active, then you had better watch this videotape very carefully and +then watch it again and again if necessary, until you fully +understand what Dr. Strecker is telling you as he takes you step by +step and shows you how this dreaded disease was actually: + + PREDICTED... + REQUESTED... + CREATED... + DEPLOYED... + +And now threatens the very existence of mankind because + + IT WORKS! + +Dr. Robert B. Strecker is a practicing Internist and +Gastroenterologist. In addition, he holds a Ph.D. in Pharmacology and +is a trained Pathologist. + +THE STRECKER GROUP +1501 Colorado Blvd. +Eagle Rock, CA 90041 +(213)344-8039 + + AIDS REFERENCES + =============== + + GENERAL + +Greenberg DS Whatever Happened to the War on Cancer? Discover 1986; +March:47 + +Leibowitch, J. A Strange Virus of Unknown Origin. trans. Howard R. +(Un Virus Estrange Venu D'Ailleurs. Grasset et Fasquelle 1984) New +York: Ballentine Books 1985. + +Connor, S. AIDS: Mystery of the Missing Data; AIDS: Science Stands +On Trial New Scientist 116: 19, 49-58,1987. + + PREDICTION + +Letter by committee on Recombinant DNA, National Research Council, +National Academy of Sciences. Potential Biohazards of Recombinant +DNA Molecules Science 26 July 1974 + +Anonymous Un-Natural Viruses Nature New Biology 230:65-66, 1971. + +Clemmesen J. Summation Comparative Leukemia Research 1973, +Leukemogenesis, Bibl. Haematologica No. 40, Ed. 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(Note the map on page 681 as it +relates to the epidiology of AIDS) + + PRODUCTION + + +Dent P B Immunodepression by Oncogenic Viruses Progr. Med. Virol. +14:1-35,1972. + +Aaronson S A Common Genetic Alterations of RNA Tumor Viruses Grown +in Human Cells Nature 230:445-447, 1972. (An explanation of how to +adapt a retrovirus growing in one species to another - in this case +human) + +Maruyama K and Dmochowski L Cross-species Transmission of Mammalian +RNA Tumor Viruses Texas Medicine 69:65-75,1973. (A Study of how to +adapt a retrovirus growing in one species to another in vivo) + +Maruyama K Wagner S H and Dmochowski L Sarcomas Induced in Rats by +Feline RNA Virus Bibl. Haemat. 40:93-95, 1975. + +Bonnard G D Manders E K Campbell D A et al. Immunosuppressive +Activiety of a Subline of the Mouse EL-4 Lymphoma Evidence for +Minute Virus of Mice (MVM) Causing the Inhibition J. Exp. Med. +143:187-205, 1976. (This paper along with the Iorio paper on the +production of a viral immunodepressive factor producing AIDS proves +the relationship between Bull. WHO 47:257,1972 and the subsequent +appearance of immunodepressive viruses.) + + PRODUCTION: RELATIONSHIP OF AIDS TO BOVINE LEUKEMIA VIRUS + +Clapham P Nagy K and Weiss R A Pseudotypes of Human T-cell Leukemia +Virus Types 1 and 2:Neutralization by Patient's Srea Proc. Natl. +Acad. Sci. 81:2886-2889,1984. + +Shaw G M Gonda M A Flickinger G E et. al. Genomes of +Evolutionarily Divergent Members of the Human T-cell Leukemia +(Lymphotropic) Viruses Cancer Research 45(Supplement): 4553s-4558, +1985. + +Rice N R Stephens R M Burny A et al. The gag and pol Genes of +Bovine Leukemia Virus: Nucleotide Sequence and Analysis Virology +142:357-377,1985. (Shows that BLV is highly related to HTLV I) + +Burny A Bruck G Cleuter Y et al. Bovine Leukemia Virus, a +Distinguished Member of the Human T-Lymphotropic Virus Family +Retrtoviruses in Human Lymphoma Leukemia M. Miwa et al. Eds. Japan +Sic. Soc. Press. Tokyo, VNU Science Press, Utrecht, pp. 219-227,. +1983. (Demonstrates the close structural and functional relationships +between BLV and Human Retroviruses) + +Alizon M and Montagnier L Relationship or AIDS to other Retroviruses +Nature 313-743,1985 + +Chiu I M Yaniv A Dahlberg J E et al. Nucleotide Sequence Evidence +for Relationship of AIDS retrovirus to Lentiviruses Nature +317:366-3368,1985. (Demonstrates a relationship to BLV and Visna +viruses, among others) + +Sanchez-Pescador R Power M D Barr P J et al. Nucleotide Sequence +and Expression of an AIDS-Associated Retrovirus (ARV-2) Science +227:484-492, 1985. + +Ratner L Haseltime W Patarca R et al. Complete Nucleotide Sequence +of the AIDS Virus, HTLV III Nature 313:277-284,1985. (The authors +including RC Gallo demonstrate the relationship of AIDS to BLV) + +Van Der Maaten M J and Miller J M Serological Evidence of +Transmission of Bovine Leukemia Virus to Chimpanzees Veterinary +Microbiology 1:351-357,1976. + + PRODUCTION: RELATIONSHIP OF AIDS TO VISNA VIRUS + +Alizon M and Montagnier L Lymphadenopathy/AIDS Virus: Genetic +Organization and Relationship to Animal Lentiviruses Anticancer +Research 6:403-412,1986. + +Sonigo P Alizon M Staskus K et al. Nucleotide Sequence of the +Visna Virus: Relationship to the AIDS Virus Cell 42:369-382,1985. + +Gonda M A Wong-Staal F Gallo R C et al. Antibodies to Cell +Membrane Antigens Associated With Human T-Cell Leukemia Virus in +Patients with AIDS Science 220:859-862,1983. + + PRODUCTION RELATIONSHIP TO BOVINE VISNA VIRUS + +Gonda M A Molecular Genetics and Structure of the Human +Immunodeficiency Virus J Electron Micro 8:17-40,1988. + +Gonda M A Braun M J Carter S G et al. Characterization and +Molecular Cloning of a Bovine Lentivirus Related to Human +Immundodeficiency Virus Nature 330:388-391,1987. (Relationship of +AIDS to BVV - its "closest relative") + +Grote J Bovine Visna Virus an the Origin of HIV British Journal of +the Royal Society of Medicine 81:620,1988 + +Strecker R B AIDS Virus Infection British Journal of the Royal +Society of Medicine 79:559-560,1986. (First article in print to +address how the AIDS virus was manufactured) + +Seale J Origins of the AIDS Viruses, HIV-I and HIV-2:Fact or +Fiction? Discussion Paper British Journal of the Royal Society of +Medicine 81:617-619,1988. + +Mima C A Vertical Transmission of Viruses Microbiological Reviews +45:267-286,1981. (States that an "alleged bovine visna virus" is +contaminating fetal calf serum - thereby implicating all tissue +cultures of the world as possible source for AIDS) + +Boothe A D and Van Der Maaten M J Ultrastructural Studies of a +Visna-Like Syncytia-producing Virus from Cattle with Lymphocyosis +Journal Virology 13:197-204,1974. (Demostrates the morphology of BVV +as being indentical to AIDS) + +Georgiades J A Billiau A and Vanderschuren Infection of Human Cell +Cultures with Bovine Visna Virus J. Gen. Virology 38:375-381, 1978. +(Demostrates the growth of BVV in human malignant tissue, and +suggests that BVV may be a cause of either a malignant or slow virus +disease in man) + +McClure H M Keeling M E Custer R P et al. Erythroleukemia in Two +Infant Chimps fed milk from cows Naturally Infected with the Bovine +C-Type Virus Cancer Research 34:2745-2757,1974. (Demonstrates the +development of AIDS in two chimps fed cow virus orally in 1974. The +Chimps Died of Pnemocystis carinii pneumonia. Pnemocystis carinii +pneumonia had not been reported in chimpanzees up to this time) + +Note: See article above by Van Der Maaten and Miller on the +transmission of bovine leukemia virus to chimpanzees in 1976 + +Mulder C Human AIDS Virus Not From Monkeys Nature 333:396,1988. + +Penny D Origin of the AIDS virus. Nature 333:494-495,1988. + +Parks, W P Gilden R V Bykovsky A F et al. Mason-Pfizer Virus +Characterization:A Similar Virus in a Human Amniotic Cell Line J +Virology 12:1540-1547,1973. + +Grantham R and Perrin P AIDS Virus and HTLV I Differ in Codon +Choices Nature 319:727-728,1986. + +Wain-Hobson S Sonigo P Danos O et. al. Nucleotide Sequence of the +AIDS Virus, LAV Cell 40:9-17,1985. + + PRODUCTION: HOW TO MAKE NEW LEUKEMIA OR CANCER + CAUSING AGENTS IN THE LABORATORY + +Rapp U R Goldsborough M D Mark C E et al. Structure and Biological +Activity of v-raf, a Unique Oncogene Transduced by a Retrovirus Proc. +Nat. Acad. Sci. 80:4218-4222,1983. + +Rapp U R and Todaro G J Generation of Oncodenic Mouse Type C +Viruses: In Vitro Selection of Carcinoma-inducing Variants Proc. +Natl. Acad. Sci. 77:624-628,1980. + +Rapp U R and Todaro G J Generation of Oncodenic Type C Viruses: +Rapidly Leukemogenic Viruses Derived from C3H Cells in vivo and in +vitro Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. 75:2468-2472,1978. + +Rapp U R and Todaro G J Generation of New Mouse Sarcoma Viruses in +Cell Culture Science 201:821-824,1978. + +Tsichlis P N Conklin K F and Coffin J M Mutant and Recombinant +Avian Retroviruses with Extended Host Range Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. +77:536-540,1980. + +Rasheed S Gardner M B and Huebner R J In Vitro Isolation of Stable +Rat Sarcoma Viruses Proc. Natl. Acad. Sci. 75:2972-2976,1978. + + PRODUCTION: RECOMBINATION AMONG RETROVIRUSES + (THAT WHICH IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN IS IN + FACT THE VERY ESSENCE OF RETROVIROLOGY) + +Coffin J M Structure, Replication, and Recombination of Retrovirus +Genomes: Some Unifying Hypotheses Review Article J. Gen. Virology +42:1-26,1979. + +Hunter E The Mechanism for Genetic Recombination in the Avian +Retroviruses Current Topics in Micro. and Immun. 79:295-309,1978. + +Blair D G Genetic Recombination Between Avian Leukosis and Sarcoma +Viruses. Experimental Variables and the Frequencies of Recombination +Virology 77:534-544,1977. + +Wang L H Duesberg P H Mellon P et al. Distribution of +Envelope-specific and Sarcoma-specific Nucleotide Sequences from +Different Parents in the RNAs of Avian Tumor Virus Recombinants +Proc. Nat. Acad. Sci. 73:1073-1077,1976. + +Duesberg P Vogt P K Beemon K et al. Avian RNA Tumor Viruses: +Mechanism of Recombination and Complexity of the Genome Cold Spring +Harbor Symp. Quantitative Biology 39:847-857,1974. + +Wang L Duesberg P Kawai S et al. Location of Envelope-specific +and Sarcoma-specific Oligonucleotides on RNA of Schmidt-Tuppin Rous +Sarcoma Virus Proc. Nat. Acad. Sci. 73:447-451,1978. + +Junghans R P Boone L R Skalka A M Retroviral DNA H Structures: +Displcement-Assimilation Model of Recombination Cell 30:53-62,1982. + +Iorio A M Barzi A Merletti P R et. al. A Viral Immunodepressive +Factor Associated With Expermental Mouse Tumors Cancer Research +36:3851-3853,1976. (This paper establishes beyond any reasonable +dount the relationship between the intentional production of viruses +capable of immunodepression and the "REQUEST" for the production of +the AIDS virus in Bull. WHO 47:257-263,1972. See references and the +Bonnard, Manders, and Campbell paper above under PRODUCTION.) + +========================================================================= + +The following paper, entitled "IS AIDS BIOLOGICAL WARFARE" +was sent to me by Dr. Strecker who has no access to computer +networks for the explicit purpose of universal publication +without charge or consideration for the purpose of education only. +Further information is available as noted below. The remainder of this +file is by Dr. Strecker. + + + +IS AIDS BIOLOGICAL WARFARE? + + +THE STRECKER MEMORANDUM + + + Thank you for requesting this information. We +have a story to tell you, a very strange story, one +that affects you, me, and every other human being on +earth. A story that must be taken seriously by the +governments of every nation in the world because there +may not be many humans left to govern by the turn of +the century, or shortly thereafter. A story so +bizarre, and so sinister that, if it were not for the +fact that it is all true, it would make a great science +fiction thriller. (Interestingly enough, Lorimar +Pictures of Hollywood has purchased the rights to Dr. +Strecker's life story.) + + +The story begins in 1983 with Dr. Robert B. Strecker, +M.D., Ph.D. Dr. Strecker practices internal medicine +and gastroenterology in Los Angeles. He is a trained +pathologist and also holds a Ph.D. in pharmacology. +Dr. Strecker and his brother, Ted, an attorney, were +preparing a proposal for a health maintenance +organization (HMO) for Security Pacific Bank of +California. They needed to know the long-term +financial effects of insuring and treating AIDS +patients. In as much as this information was not +readily available in 1983, both brothers began +researching the medical literature to learn what they +could about this relatively new disease. The +information they uncovered right from the beginning was +so startling to them, so hard to believe, that it would +dramatically alter both their lives and lead them on a +five year quest culminating with the creation of "The +Strecker Memorandum," the most controversial video tape +of our time, and a remarkable set of documents called +"The Bioattack Alert." + +WHAT THEY DISCOVERED + + +Right there in the medical literature for anyone to +read for themselves was, basically, proof that the AIDS +virus and pandemic was actually PREDICTED years ago by +a world famous virologist, among others. They found +that top scientists writing in the Bulletin of the +World Health Organization were actually REQUESTING that +AIDS like viruses be created to study the effects on +humans. In fact, the Streckers unearthed thousands of +documents all supporting the manmade origin of AIDS. +Meanwhile, the government was telling everyone that a +green monkey in Africa bit some native and started +AIDS. As their research continued, it became obvious +from the documentation that the virus itself was not +only created as requested, but actually DEPLOYED, and +now threatens the existence of mankind because it does +what it was designed to do: cause cancer in humans via +a contagious virus. Eventually the Streckers came to +realize everything the government, the so-called AIDS +experts and media were telling the public was not only +misleading, but out and out lies. The truth of the +matter is: + + + AIDS is a manmade disease; + AIDS is not a homosexual disease; + AIDS is not a venereal disease; + AIDS can be carried by mosquitos; + Condoms will not prevent AIDS; + There are a least six different AIDS viruses + loose in the world; + There will never be a vaccine cure; + And on and on, but... + +THE SCARIEST PART + + +The most dreaded fear that all oncologists (cancer +doctors), virologists, and immunologists live with is +that some day CANCER, in one form or another, will +become a contagious disease, transferable from one +person to another. AIDS has now made fear a reality. +If you think you are safe because you are not gay or +promiscuous, or because you are not sexually active, +then you must watch "The Strecker Memorandum" very +carefully. + +IF YOU PLAN TO HAVE SEX TONIGHT YOU HAD BETTER READ +THIS + + +The most common misconception being foisted upon us +right now concerns sexually active Americans. We are +told that if a man uses a condom the transference of +the deadly virus is virtually eliminated. Nothing +could be further from the truth. Of the body fluids +that the AIDS virus is found in, semen is the least. +As a matter of fact, in every single study ever +published on the subject, no one has found a +significant amount in anyone's semen. It just isn't +there in huge numbers. There is usually only about one +virus per milliliter, a statistically irrelevant +amount. One copious ejaculation might produce only one +or two viruses. This is substantiated in the medical +literature. But, just for argument's sake, let's say +all the medical studies are wrong. Let's pretend that +there are countless millions of AIDS viruses in the +ejaculation. Are you aware that condoms are riddled +with microscopic or larger holes? Studies show that +even the smallest holes found in condoms are two to ten +times larger than the AIDS virus. It's like shooting a +golf ball through a basketball hoop. Condoms have not, +will not, and cannot prevent AIDS. + +THOUSANDS ALREADY DEAD + + +Fifty thousand Americans have already died because they +didn't know the truth about AIDS. Between twelve and +fifteen million Americans have already been infected. +One in 60 babies born in New York City is infected; +one in 300 college students in America is infected; +one in 20 aliens applying for amnesty is infected, +including men, women and children. These are just some +of the facts you are not likely to hear about from the +media. + +WHY A VIDEO TAPE? + + +One of the first things the Streckers did was to try +and tell their medical and legal colleagues what they +were finding in the literature. Some were interested; +most were not. Certainly no one was prepared to risk +their professional standing by making waves within the +establishment. Ted Strecker compiled some of the most +damaging documents into a report he called "The +Bioalert Attack" and sent it to every Governor of every +state, the President, the VICE-PRESIDENT (now +President), the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, and selected +members of Congress. He got a grand total of three +replies from three governors; nothing from the +government. Both he and Dr. Strecker were laughed at +and ridiculed at every turn. As an example, Dr. +Strecker told the government in 1985 that virtually +every person testing positive for AIDS would die +prematurely and painfully. The government said that +was nonsense. Their figures showed that maybe ten +percent at most would die from the disease. In 1986, +the government said maybe 50 percent of those infected +would die, in 1987 they said maybe 75 percent, in 1988 +they finally agreed with Dr. Strecker that AIDS is +virtually 100 percent fatal. We could go on with facts +Dr. Strecker unearthed that the "experts" said were +wrong and now accepted as the truth. Dr. Strecker, +like a good scientist, submitted paper after paper with +his findings to all the prestigious medical journals in +America. They were refused. He then tried having his +findings published in Europe. Again, closed doors. +What to do? Dr. Strecker did not feel he could take +the time from his practice and his research to write a +book. On the other hand, everyone has a TV and now +most households have a video cassette recorder (VCR). +The time involved to make a video is nothing compared +to writing a book, and so the video "The Strecker +Memorandum" was created. It is 96 minutes of the most +startling, controversial, and information packed video +you will ever see. It disputes virtually everything +the American public is being told by the government, +the so-called AIDS experts and the media. In fact, +after seeing it YOU will know more about AIDS than 99 +percent of all doctors in America. + +MUSIC IS NOTHING IF THE AUDIENCE IS DEAF + + +With the video made, it seemed a simple matter to +advertise it and the world would now become aware of +what it was facing, right? WRONG! The fact that you +are even reading about "The Strecker Memorandum" now is +a minor miracle by itself, in as much as TV stations +have refused to advertise it. TV and radio time +brokers that sell blocks of commercial time have +refused to sell us time. TV station managers have +refused to even air programs containing interviews with +Dr. Strecker. A national radio network did an +interview with a famous talk show host and Dr. Strecker +and then refused to run it. Virtually every big name +network television magazine show and all the syndicated +TV interviewers and talk show hosts have said NO to Dr. +Strecker. Big city newspapers will not take any print +ads telling about it, and so it goes...WHY? What is in +"The Strecker Memorandum" that sends a cold chill down +the spine of most media executives? + +WHY IS EVERYONE AFRAID OF "THE STRECKER MEMORANDUM"? + + + The excuse that we hear over and over is that it is +too controversial. TOO CONTROVERSIAL? They say that +this information, if widely disseminated, will cause +the public to panic. If someone had poisoned your +water supply and you and your family could die, +wouldn't you want to know about it? Would you panic? +Or would you more likely be outraged and try to find +out who did it and punish them? We feel the only +persons who might panic are those scientists who +willingly or otherwise created AIDS and are now +promoting misinformation by covering it up. After all, +if you made AIDS would you tell anyone about it? + +THINK OF YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS...NOW THINK OF THEM +DEAD + + +The number of AIDS infected people is doubling +approximately every 12 months, and in some areas even +sooner. With twelve to fifteen million Americans +carrying the virus, you don't have to be a rocket +scientist to see how long we have here in the U.S. +Africa has, conservatively, 75 million infected; some +estimates double that. Brazil as a country is in +serious jeopardy because all through the 1970's they +were buying their blood supply from Africa. On top of +that, the World Health Organization conducted a large +scale small pox vaccination program there in the 1970's +(for the full implications of that see "The Strecker +Memorandum"). Southern Japan has about 30 percent +infected with HTLV I, the leukemia causing virus +(although you will never hear about that on TV). +Russia is now reporting AIDS as a problem and no one +can enter Russia permanently without a current negative +blood test for AIDS. Cuba has already set up +concentration camps for AIDS infected and they are full +(you won't see that on TV either). Haiti of course is +ravaged by AIDS; more than 15 percent of the people +infected and getting worse every day. And so it goes. +Virtually every nation on earth with few exceptions +(Iran is one) is reporting a growing problem. It's on +every continent, every subcontinent, and every island +chain, Atlantic and Pacific. So why won't the media or +government tell you these things? Is it too +controversial for you to handle? Are you going to +panic? + +IS THERE ANY HOPE? + + +Yes and no. NO, if you are waiting for the government +to create a magic bullet. As you will see in "The +Strecker Memorandum," part of the problem is that all +the various AIDS viruses are "recombinant +retroviruses." Very simply, that means they have the +ability to recombine with the genes of any cell they +enter and the offspring or new viruses they form are +different from the parent viruses. HTLV III alone +(that's the most common American AIDS virus) has the +mathematical ability to change itself +9,000x9,000x9,000x9000 times (which is 9,000 to the +fourth power). The common cold recombines much less +frequently and we haven't found a cure for it after a +hundred years. Besides, does it make much sense to +entrust the cure for AIDS to the same people that may +have created it? YES, there is hope if Dr. Strecker +and a growing number of realistic scientists are +correct in looking at alternative, nonallopathic, non +drug modalities based on Raman spectroscopy. In fact +many experiments are going on now that offer great +promise. Unfortunately, our government takes a dim +view of any type of treatment for any type of disease +let alone AIDS that does not conform to its rigid rules +for acceptance, registration, and legalization. Of +course the FDA would definitely like to see an +allopathic drug treatment or cure presented by an +ethical drug company or university. Well, we don't +think that's going to happen. Because of this +attitude, much experimentation in America must go +underground, underfunded, or out of the country +entirely. Again, this is explained further in "The +Strecker Memorandum." + +BE BOLD AND MIGHTY FORCES WILL COME TO YOUR AID OR +MIGHTY FORCES WILL COME AND KILL YOU + + +An ominous personal aspect of this story has been the +sudden and unexpected deaths of two of the key players. +First, Dr.Strecker's brother, Ted Strecker, was found +shot to death in his home in Springfield, Missouri, an +apparent suicide, on August 11,1988. Was Ted Strecker +suicidal? Perhaps. In the past he suffered from +depression and monumental frustration at the relative +lack of interest in his findings. Dr. Strecker spoke +with him the night before his death. Ted was cheerful, +in good spirits, and looking forward to certain new +developments that promised progress. The next day he +was found dead, his 22 caliber rifle next to him. No +note, no message, no goodbyes to anyone. Very +untypical of him. Officially a suicide. Next. +Illinois State Representative Douglas Huff of Chicago +was found alone in his home, dead from an apparent +overdose of cocaine and heroin, on September 22, 1988. +Representative Huff did everything in his power to make +the Illinois State Legislature and the people of +Chicago aware of Dr. Strecker's work. He was very +vocal, gave many press interviews, was constantly on +television and radio urging people to wake up to the +cover-up concerning AIDS. Did Representative Huff use +drugs? Perhaps yes, but only occasionally and +recreationally. Was he an addict? No. Would he have +known how dangerous a massive overdose off cocaine and +heroin was? Yes, of course. Cause of death: +officially a stroke. Dr. Strecker has serious doubts +that his brother killed himself. Representative Huff's +associates doubt he died accidentally, and yet they are +gone. Who's next? + +IGNORANCE IS BLISS, OR IS IT SUICIDE? + + +We all know it is easier for a king to have a lie +believed than a beggar to spread the truth. Well, we +are spreading the truth about AIDS. Unfortunately, it +isn't pretty. But the fact is you are not being told +the truth by the government or the so-called AIDS +experts. The media, for reasons of their own, will not +present information contradicting the official +propaganda. So you can choose to go along with the same +people who gave us brain cancer (SV40 virus) as a +result of their contaminated polio vaccines in the +early 1960's; a polio like disease from their +contaminated Swine Flu vaccine in the 1970's; and AIDS +from their smallpox and hepatitis B vaccines; or, you +can at least make yourself aware of the clear and +present dangers that we all face by watching "The +Strecker Memorandum." The cost of the tape is nominal, +but we submit that remaining ignorant can cost +infinitely more. + +Thank you, +THE STRECKER GROUP +_______________________________________________________ +__________ + + +Mail to: The Strecker Group + 1216 Wilshire Blvd. + Los Angeles, CA 90017 + +I am ordering ____copies of "The Strecker Memorandum" +VHS Video at $29.95 each plus postage and handling +$3.00 for the 1st copy and $1.00 postage and handling +for each additional copy. 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The AIDS plague, the severity of +which has consistently bee n covered up by the American and other +governments to avoid a panic, is already at epidemic levels and will within +a few more years be a pandemic. The economic, political, and sociological +implications of this plague are horrendous and will change t he course of +U.S. and world history for centuries. + +What is AIDS? + + AIDS is actually a family of viruses related to HIV (HTLV-3), Hepatitis +B, Herpes Type 2HSV and Epstein-Barr virus (which is related to +mononucleosis "the so-called "kissing disease"). There is not one AIDS +virus but thousands (i.e., 9,000 2), or perhaps millions is more accurate. +AIDS is the most rapidly mutating virus in history and therefore (according +to former Surgeon General Everett Koop) it will be difficult, if not +impossible to ever find a vaccine cure. (It would take thousa nds or +millions of vaccines.) A person can carry the virus for 10 years with no +symptoms of the disease (five years is average but many victims carry it for +only one to two years before getting the disease). Most victims die within +two years of the virus breaking out into the actual disease (i.e., when it +moves from the body fluids into the cells). Once the virus enters the +brain, maximum survival is two years. In 90% of the cases, it does enter +the brain and dementia results. Some people get the virus and come down +with the disease very quickly because their immune system is down, they've +been drinking a lot of alcohol, etc. The disease is 100% fatal - there is no +known cure. The disease has recently shown up in animals and fish (in +recent months it was found in dolphins on the East Coast). AIDS is rapidly +moving from being an epidemic to a pandemic. The latter spreads to almost +everyone and becomes unstoppable - such as the Hong Kong flu in 1969. + +I. THE INCIDENCE OF AIDS IN AMERICA AND AROUND THE WORLD + + AIDS infections in America and around the globe are now beginning to +multiply geometrically although researchers and health officials from the +World Health Organization (WHO) to the Center for Disease Control (CDC) to +the Pasteur Institute i n France (because of very little testing) all differ +on the totals. The CDC says there are 1.7 million AIDS victims in America, +and estimate 440,000 new cases by the end of 1992. Other researchers +estimate over 3 million cases in the U.S. today, and some estimate 10 +million current infections with the virus. + + It took 6 1/2 years for the U.S. to record its first 50,000 full +blown cases of AIDS, 18 months to record its second 50,000 cases, and +probably 12 months to record the third 50,000 cases (according to Dr. Ruth +Berkelman, Chief of the surveillance branch of the CDC's AIDS program). As +of March 31, 1989, there had been 52,435 "recorded" deaths from AIDS with +WHO projecting 215,000 U.S. AIDS deaths by 1992. (AIDS will kill more +Americans in 1991 alone than died in the entire Vietnam War, according to +FDA commissioner Frank Young.) + + WHO estimates that during the 1980s, 6-8 million people worldwide +got the AIDS virus, that over 10 million were infected in 1990, and that +18-24 million more will get it during the 1990s. (500,000 new cases have +just been reported by WHO in S.E. Asia over the past 24 months.) The U.S. +Public Health Service, in a study released in late 1989 entitled, "The +Catastrophe Ahead: AIDS and the Case for a New Public Policy" concluded +that 14.5 million Americans would be infected by the virus by 2002. The +Hudson Institute has estimated that 630,000 U.S. heterosexuals are presently +infected with the AIDS virus. + + If one considers that WHO already estimates that up to 50 million + Africans will be infected with the virus by 1992 (other AIDS research + institutes believe the number is currently closer to 150 million) and + that AIDS is exploding in S.E. Asia, Latin America, Western Europe, and the + U.S. - then one can conclude that all of these estimates are low, perhaps + very low. The lack of mandatory testing and the dishonest reporting of + the cause of most AIDS deaths as TB, cancer, flu, etc., make the AIDS + statistics hopelessly underestimated. + + A. THE NEW YORK AIDS INFECTION RATE : In New York, AIDS is the +leading cause of death for males between the ages of 24 and 44 and for +women between 25 and 34. In the New York/New Jersey area, 25% of men aged +25-44 have tested positive fo r the AIDS virus (the highest "reported" AIDS +infection rate in the world) while 3% of all new babies born in the Bronx +have the virus (30-40% of children born to infected women are themselves +infected). In a state-wide survey, authorities found tha t one in every +155 women of child-bearing age in New York State was infected with the AIDS +virus while one in every 77 women of child-bearing age in New York City was +infected with the deadly virus. Since 1982, 10,000 New Yorkers have been +"reported" to have died of AIDS. One in seven prisoners in New York City +jails now test positive for AIDS. + + Dr. Stephen Joseph, New York Health Commissioner, estimates that +there are 400,000 AIDS carriers in the city; other AIDS researchers say the +number could be as high as 700,000. Dr. Joseph says that by 1991, the city +will have 100,000 full-blown cases of AIDS. Today some 50-60% of New York's +200,000 drug addicts are infected with AIDS, and over 70% of the city's +homosexuals are estimated to be infected. (The CDC estimates that 60% of +San Francisco's male gays are infected with the viru s and 54% of all +homosexuals in Atlanta). In New York 44% of all AIDS victims are white +and 56% non-white. + + B. INCUBATION TIME - One of the most dangerous aspects of the +AIDS plague is that it can take up to 10 years after a person is infected +with the virus for that person to develop AIDS symptoms and come down with +the disease. (For about half of the AIDS victims, the incubation period is +5-7 years.) These long incubation periods mean that an infected person can +go on infecting dozens (or hundreds) of people for years without (in many +cases) even knowing that they are spreading the disease, like a "typhoid +Mary." Unless they have had an AIDS test, they could infect large numbers +of people for up to a decade. + + C. AIDS TESTING CAN BE INVALID FOR 3-4 YEARS AFTER INFECTION - +Another ominous aspect of the AIDS virus is that there can be up to a 3 1/2 +to 4 year period (or more) when a person can be carrying the AIDS virus, be +infective, and yet test n egative (i.e., test as if he or she did not have +the virus when they actually do). Dr. Imagwa of the University of +California +has reported that some AIDS carriers may never test positive. In other +words, +blood testing is not necessarily valid and p eople who have tested clean can +in fact go on infecting others, blood banks, etc. + + D. THE MAGIC OF COMPOUND GROWTH - We all know the magic of compound +interest, and how 8% annual interest, reinvested and compounded, can make an +investment grow geometrically over a number of years. But imagine something +growing at an 8% per month compounding rate. That's how fast the CDC and +other AIDS research groups say AIDS (the disease - not just the viral +infection) is growing in America (actually 8-1/4% per month). + + Using the CDC's own numbers of 286,818 Americans with the disease +in June 1990, by the end of the year the number of people with the active +disease would be 461,502. By the end of 1991, compounding at 8-1/4% per +month, 1,194,834 Americans wi ll be dying from AIDS; by the end of +1992 - 3,093,441; by the end of 1993 - 8,008,971; by the end of +1994 - 20,735,553; by the end of 1995 - 53,684,169; by the end of +1996 - 138,988,183; and by July 1997 - 259,500,643 Americans would have +the AIDS disease (i.e., America's entire population). + + Undoubtedly at some point the rate would slow, but the magnitude of +the problem causes one to stop and ponder. In Africa, the number of people +contracting the disease doubles every six months, in Latin America every +seven months - versus every 12 months in America. + +II. AIDS IS CASUALLY TRANSMITTED + + Once a critical mass of people have been infected rapidly by highly +efficient means of transmitting the virus (i.e., sodomy, exchanging I.V. +drug needles, etc.), the transmission by far less efficient means will +inevitably occur increasingly often. These include blood transfusions, +prenatal transmissions, biologically normal sexual intercourse, needle stick +injuries, chance contact of sores or abrasions with contaminated blood, +saliva or sputum, transmission by blood-sucking insects, etc. + + AIDS victims with no known high risk factor already form the third +largest group of infectees in America and the second largest group in +Western Europe. Evidence is mounting rapidly that AIDS can be transmitted +casually, like the common cold, flu and a host of other viral diseases. It +is important to understand that the AIDS virus has been found to be +infectious outside the body - after being dried out in a petri dish - for 10 +days. It can survive in water or a moist environment almost indefinitely. +This indicates that the AIDS virus is a tough virus capable of surviving on +inanimate objects for a prolonged period of time. + +Resistance of AIDS Virus at Room Temperature + + F. BarrŽ-Sinoussi, M.T. Nugeyre, and J.C. Chermann at the Viral +Oncology Unit, Institut Pasteur, Paris, France, published the following in +The Lancet, (9/28/85): "Sir, - LAV/HTLV-III, the agent causing AIDS, has +been isolated from body fluids (blood, semen, saliva, tears). Its isolation +in saliva prompted us to investigate the possibility of transmission by +saliva, and we have studied the sensitivity of LAV//HTLV-III at room +temperature. LAV has been reported to be inactivated by heating at +56¡C for 30 min.1 and to persist after 48 hr. at 30¡C.2 The virus used +for the infectivity assay was 128,000 cpm/ml equivalent reverse +transcriptase and was left at room temperature for 0, 2, 4, or 7 days in a +sealed tube or allowed to dry in a petri dish. After the times indicated in +the figure the virus was used to infect stimulated T lymphocytes (5000 +cpm/106 cells) and viral production was determined in cell free supernatant +by testing for the reverse transcriptase activity twice a week.3 One graph +(Resistance of LAV in liquid medium) shows unusual stability of LAV/HTLV-III +at room temperature (20-22¡C). No significant difference was found between +0, 2, or 4 days. + +Only a slight decrease is noted with a delay in the virus production +indicating a loss of few infectious viral particles after 7 days at room +temperature. + + "Two petri dishes containing 25,000 cpm equivalent reverse +transcriptase of dry virus were kept at room temperature for 4 or 7 days +and then resuspended in 0-220 ml water and used to measure the infectivity. +Another graph (Resistance of drie d preparation of LAV) shows significant +numbers of viral particles are then inactivated, but some infectious virus +is still present since release of virus was seen on day 10. This result +indicates that the virus is resistant at room temperature, eit her in dry +form or in liquid medium. + + ÒThis resistance of LAV at room temperature may explain the + appearance of some AIDS cases in non-risk groups. To prevent possible + contamination by viral particles in dry or liquid form, hygiene should be + increased in the general population. Moreover, some more safety + precautions should be taken in laboratories and in hospitals and by + dentists who use a vacuum pump for saliva aspiration. Indeed, this data + strongly supports the use of disinfectants found to be effective against + the AIDS agent.4Ó + + A. SALIVA AND AIDS Ñ Evidence is growing around the world that +AIDS is transmitted via saliva. In Russia, five babies infected by AIDS- +tainted needles transmitted the disease to their non-infected mothers +through breast-feeding. Policeme n and others who have been bitten by AIDS- +infected persons have become infected when none of the AIDS bitersÕ blood +has been involved and only the bitersÕ saliva came in contact with the +bites. + Dr. Jerome Groopman, of the National Institute of Health, said in +October 1984: ÒThe recovery of AIDS virus from saliva suggests that direct +contact with this body fluid should be avoided since saliva...could +facilitate person-to-person trans mission.Ó University of Montreal +researchers reported in June 1988 that: ÒSalivary HIV (AIDS) is infective +(able to transmit infection),Ó and that ÒThe incidence and percentage of +AIDS virus in salivary lymphocytes was significantly higher than in p +eripheral blood lymphocytes.Ó + The First AIDS Report (4/89) concluded: ÒThe mouth of an individual +carrying AIDS acts as a viral incubator, fomenting the manufacture and +multiplication of infective AIDS viruses. AIDS virus has been found in +Ôhigher incidence and percentag eÕ in salivary lymphocytes than those in +blood. The saliva of AIDS carriers should be regarded as an infective body +fluid capable of transmitting the disease.Ó ÒThe incidents in the Soviet +Union have profound implications: 1) The body fluid of AID S infected +children must be considered infectious; 2) AIDS infected infants or children +who bite, kiss, or drool infective saliva on other children or shared toys +pose a health hazard; 3) Schools, preschools, day care centers, and baby- +sitting servic es must have the right to determine if the infants or +children seeking their services are AIDS infectious.Ó + AIDS infected saliva explains why so many family members (with no +sexual contact between them) have come down with AIDS. There is an eight +times greater chance of being infected if one lives in the household of a +person with AIDS. + + B. CAN AIDS BE SPREAD VIA COUGHING OR SNEEZING? Ñ British AIDS +researcher, Dr. John Seale, believes that AIDS can be spread through +coughing and sneezing Ñ just like a common cold, the flu and most other +viruses. As Seale said recently in a n interview with The Cutting Edge: +ÒIf an AIDS virus is inhaled into the lung it is engulfed by an amoeba-like +macrophage from the lining of the alveoli (air sacs). It has been shown +repeatedly in the laboratory that the AIDS virus readily infects +macrophages, and the virus replicates within them, thereby enabling +infection of people initiated by this route. + + ÒUnderstandably, and wisely, the government had advised dental + surgeons in Britain always to wear masks to avoid AIDS virus + infection when using high-speed drills. These drills make aerosols + of saliva similar to those produced by sneezing. ÒChronic lymphoid + interstitial pneumonitis is a well-recognized variety of pneumonia + caused directly by infection of the lungs with the AIDS virus. When + associated with pulmonary tuberculosis, a very common complication + of AIDS, it is inevi table that coughing will produce some aerosols + containing tubercle bacilli and the AIDS virus. After the fluid in + the aerosols evaporates, the minute dry flakes containing tubercle + bacilli and AIDS virus float in the air indefinitely, and both +remain infectious for days.Ó + + When questioned as to whether AIDS is basically a sexual disease, + Seale responded that it is not! As Seale said: ÒYou must remember that + the animal retro-viruses, from which AIDS was probably derived, are not + sexually-transmitted diseases. The maedi-visna virus of sheep is + transmitted by respiratory aerosols, and the infectious anemia of horses is + transmitted by large biting insects. I have no doubt that AIDS can be + transmitted by both of these methods. AIDS is definitely not a clas sic + sexually-transmitted disease, but is only incidentally transmitted by the + fact that sex is an intimate type of contact.Ó + + C. AIDS: THE KISSING DISEASE Ñ A letter to the editor of the +Journal of American Medical Association (JAMA), 12/89, from Italian +researchers suggests that passionate (or open mouthed) kissing (defined as +Òa kiss lasting a few minutes with vi gorous rubbing if the oral mucosa by +partnersÓ) cannot be considered safe sex when it comes to the transmission +of AIDS. JAMA (January Õ89) researchers studied 45 heterosexual couples, +noting the amount of blood that appeared in their saliva before and after +brushing their teeth, eating a meal, and passionate kissing, the percentage +of individuals with blood in their saliva increased. They concluded, +therefore, that ÒIf the blood of one partner is infected, AIDS can pass into +the blood stream of the other partner.Ó + + JAMA concluded in their study (1/3/89) regarding how much blood +contained in saliva can transmit the AIDS infection: ÒKissing generally is +considered protective sex (an activity which does not permit transmission of +AIDS). We do not agree si nce the oral mucosa is very fragile. After +kissing, 91% of couples studied had blood detected in their saliva.Ó + + The JAMA study demonstrated that the presence of blood is common in +the saliva of healthy male and female heterosexuals. Normal daily +activities like eating and teeth brushing increase the frequency and +quantity of blood in saliva. The stud y concluded that saliva should be +regarded as a body fluid capable of transmitting AIDS, and that deep kissing +is an activity which must be considered a serious risk behavior for AIDS +transmission. Kissing an AIDS carrier can be fatal. (The CDC err ed when +it said in its 1988 pamphlet [sent to 107 million homes] that you cannot get +AIDS from kissing. You can Ñ from saliva, and from the blood in saliva if +your partner is infected with AIDS) + + D. IMPLICATIONS OF AIDS IN SALIVA AND IN BLOOD IN SALIVA- + + 1) Direct skin or mucous membrane (i.e. membrane of the eye, mouth, + nose) contact with the saliva of AIDS carriers should be avoided. + 2) Saliva tinged with AIDS contaminated blood which is sneezed or +coughed into the air is infective (just as in the transmission of the common +cold virus or flu virus). If the contaminated droplets hit the surface of +the eye, are inhaled into the nose mouth or lungs, there is risk of non- +sexual person-to-person transmission of AIDS. One doctor, an ENT +specialist, believes that he contracted AIDS while performing as emergency +tracheotomy on an infected patient while not properly masked. Infection is +thought to have occurred from the patientÕs blood and saliva. Another +doctor was infected by being coughed upon while putting a tube down a +patientÕs throat. + 3) Since the AIDS virus can survive on a dry dish for 10 days, + objects contaminated with saliva, or blood tinged saliva (i.e., + utensils, glasses, cups, etc.) should be disinfected or + cleansed in H2O at 169 degrees. + 4) Persons in occupations which require the performance of cardio- +pulmonary resuscitation (CPR) involving mouth-to-mouth contact (i.e., +policemen, firemen, paramedics, nurses) should be routinely screened for +AIDS infection. An AIDS infecti ous person performing CPR has the potential +of passing AIDS contaminated saliva into the mouth of the recipients. + 5) Remember, the stranger you kiss could quite literally be giving + you Òthe kiss of death.Ó + + E. AIDS IN INSECTS + + It is well known that insects transmit disease. The bubonic plague, +which killed tens of millions of people, came from infected fleas which bit +infected rats. The encephalitis and yellow fever viruses are transmitted t +o man via bites from infected mosquitoes. Malaria, as well as Lyme Disease +and Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever are transmitted from bites by infected +ticks. The polio virus was thought to be transmitted by infected flies. + +Why shouldnÕt the AIDS virus (which we know is transferred by dirty AIDS +infected needles) be transmitted by blood sucking insects such as +mosquitoes, fleas, ticks, etc. which have first bitten (and drawn blood +from) an AIDS infected person? + + An article appeared in late Õ89 in the Journal of Infectious +Diseases in which it was stated: ÒThe AIDS virus was detected in bed bugs +up to eight days after oral exposure to highly concentrated virus in blood +meals.Ó The Browning Newslette r (1/21/87) reported: ÒA British team +announced in September that they had done a study in Africa and had found 19 +bloodsucking insects that were carrying the virus for AIDS...It has been +reported that Haiti and Africa show a flat distribution for t he occurrence +of AIDS across the population, unlike the U.S., which has an ethnic and +ethical distribution of occurrence. The implication is that a different +kind of agent Ñ such as the mosquito Ñ may be acting as the disease +carrier.Ó + + This would explain cases in Florida and elsewhere where no high risk +activity was present Ñ but a high occurrence of mosquito bites among AIDS +infected people was found to be the only common denominator. + + F. AIDS IN SPORTS + + Emphasizing the danger of casual AIDS transmission, Italian doctors +reported recently in the British medical weekly, Lancet, that a soccer +player in Great Britain caught AIDS when he collided with an infected player +on th e field. It was known that the infected player had the disease, but +special interest groups insisted he should be allowed to play. + + G. AIDS TRANSMITTED FROM DENTIST TO PATIENT + + In July, the CDC reported that a Florida dentist who had AIDS removed two +teeth from a young 24 year old woman and two years later she became positive +for the AIDS virus. The woman had none of t he risk factors associated with +AIDS. Studies showed that the virus which affected her had almost an +identical genetic structure (i.e., DNA sequence) to the virus being carried +by the dentist. The dentist had no cuts on his hands; in fact, he wore +latex gloves and a surgical mask during the extraction. He simply breathed +on the young woman and she contracted AIDS (much as a cold or the flu virus +is transferred from one person to another). + +III. AIDS SPREADING TO NEW GROUPS + + AIDS is believed by most Americans to be primarily a disease either +sexually transmitted by male homosexuals or by the sharing of I.V. drug +needles. These were the first and most vulnerable groups in America (and +indeed will be largely extin ct within a decade), but if you will look at +Africa and elsewhere around the world, you will see that AIDS is primarily +found in heterosexuals. Indeed, AIDS is not a sexual disease at all, +although its foremost means of transmission at this writing remains sexual. +AIDS is a deadly virus, and as such will be spread in many ways and to +many groups. + + A. AIDS IN HETEROSEXUALS + The Hudson Institute has done a study which estimates that there are +presently over 630,000 heterosexuals in America inflicted with the AIDS +virus. In Africa, where extramarital heterosexual relations with severa l +partners a day is the norm, AIDS is spread heterosexually. In Belgium a few +years ago, a traveling engineer traveled through the countryside having sex +with professional, middle class women. Out of 18 sexual contacts, 10 became +infected. + + In America, rampant pre- and extra-marital sex (often with multiple +partners over a period of a year or so Ñ and with some of those male +partners being bisexual) is now spreading AIDS rapidly through AmericaÕs so- +called ÒstraightÓ population. In New Jersey, AIDS acquired from +heterosexual intercourse among women in that state has risen from 14% of +infections statewide in 1985 to 48% through 1988 (and is undoubtedly higher +in 1990). + + Prostitutes in Europe, the Far East and America who engage in +heterosexual sex are infected with the AIDS virus at rates of 50 to 80% of +the total number of prostitutes. African prostitutes are 100% infected. +The male customers of these inf ected prostitutes are then going on to +infect wives, girl friends and other female partners, who in turn infect +other male partners, etc., etc., etc. One startling report which came out +of the recent Inter-national Conference on AIDS, held in San Fr ancisco, was +that 25% of AIDS infected men in a recent study who engage in oral +intercourse with males, identified themselves as hetero- or bisexual Ñ +meaning that 25% of the gay men may also be infecting women in heterosexual +encounters. + + B. AIDS IN WOMEN AND CHILDREN + + AIDS is now spreading rapidly among women Ñ largely because of +heterosexual contacts, not because of contact with gays or I.V. drug users. +In New York City, 1% of the Black and Hispanic women giving birth are +infected. Among those applying for U.S. military service in 1990, men and +women infected with AIDS are now in equal numbers. Women now account for +10% of all AIDS cases in America and that percentage is rising rapidly. +AIDS is now the leading cau se of death for women between the ages of 20 to +40 in large American cities, Western Europe, and Equatorial Africa, +according to the London based journal The Lancet. In these cities, infant +and child deaths from AIDS are now 30% above normal. The r eport indicated +that over 1 million uninfected children will be orphaned over the next few +years in these cities as their parents die of AIDS. + + The World Health Organization says that at least 3 million women and +children worldwide will die of AIDS in the 1990s (500,000 women and children +died of AIDS in the 1980s). Other European research teams believe that 3 +million women and chi ldren in Africa alone will die in the next year or +two. The National AIDS Prevention Institute has predicted that by 1991, one +out of every 10 U.S. pediatric beds will be occupied by a child with AIDS. +WHO recently reported that in Latin America, A IDS is now infecting men and +women in equal numbers (i.e., the African pattern), while in some Latin +cities the rate of AIDS infection in pregnant women is up to 10%. + + C. TEENAGE SEX LEADING TO TEENAGE AIDS OR AIDS IN THE EARLY TWENTIES + + In young people between the ages of 15 and 24, AIDS deaths have increased +100-fold between 1981 and Õ87. About 21% of people now developing AIDS in +the U.S. are in their 20s. That means they were probably infected in their +teens. AIDS researchers and health officials are deeply concerned about the +rapid spread of AIDS among U.S. teenagers today. AIDS infection among +teenagers has increased by 40% over the past tw o years with many large +cities such as New York and Miami having 1% of their 15 and 16 year old +teenagers already infected. Among Black and Hispanic teenagers, the AIDS +infection rates range up to 7%. AIDS infection among U.S. teenagers is now +spre ading faster than among any group except homosexuals. + + AIDS is spreading equally fast between male and female teenagers +(according to studies of 17 and 18 year old U.S. military recruits), +indicating that heterosexual and not homosexual sex is the primary risk +factor in this group. AIDS researc hers say that conditions are ripe for +the virus to spread among U.S. teenagers because of their high level of +sexual activity, their multiple partners, and their limited use of condoms +(all factors in the rapid spread of AIDS in Africa). This is tru e for +upper and middle class teenagers as well. + + Covenant House, which helps teenage runaways living on the street in New +York, found that 7% of 1,800 surveyed were AIDS infected. The Hetrich- +Martin Institute for Lesbian and Gay Youth estimates that 10-15% of the +street teenagers it has co unseled have tested positive for AIDS, but that +the number is probably much higher because most teenagers who are counseled +have not been tested. + + The CDC estimates that 20% of the men and 25% of the women now testing +positive for AIDS are in their 20s. Two to three times more 21 year olds +than 15 year olds are AIDS infected (i.e., up to 3% of 21 year olds are now +infected with the vir us). Since the time between infection with the AIDS +virus and development of the AIDS disease is typically 5-10 years, the CDC +has concluded that most of these new aids cases were contracted through +sexual encounters as teenagers. Because of the le ngthy latency of the +virus, hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of teenagers continue to +infect themselves completely unaware that they are passing the disease on to +their sexual partners, girl or boyfriends or dates. It shows up in their +20s bu t was caught in the teenage years. (The American College Health +Association now admits that over 25,000 U.S. college students carry the +AIDS virus. (Considering the lack of testing, the actual number could be 10 +times as high). + + That promiscuity and unbridled sex among American teenagers is rampant is +obvious. The average American teenager loses his or her virginity at 16. +The CDC says one in six U.S. teenagers contracts a sexually transmitted +disease each year Ñ there are currently 2 1/2 million ÒreportedÓ cases of +STDs among U.S. teenagers each year, as well as nearly a million unintended +teenage pregnancies annually. In most areas of America, 60-80% of U.S. +teenagers are sexually active. The CDC says tha t one in six high school +girls has had four sexual partners. There are over one million teenage +runaways living on the streets in America today and health officials believe +that almost 100% of this group is sexually active. The incidence of AIDS in +fections in this group is very high, according to the National Cancer +Institute. + + AIDS experts say that typical adolescent denial is coupled with teenagersÕ +tendency to deny their risk of AIDS infection because they seldom see +someone their own age with AIDS. Teenagers are a prime example of a group +that does not look 5-1 0 years ahead. Teenagers who have become infected +with the AIDS virus say that they were not concerned at the time they became +infected and gave no thought to Òsafe sexÓ practices or abstinence. + + Dr. William Campbell Douglass wrote in his book, AIDS - The End of +Civilization: "Because of the sexual promiscuity of our young people, AIDS +will spread like the plague through our youth. The answer of the +professional educators: more sex education. It makes about as much sense +as teaching kids how to use needles ÒsafelyÓ and how to snort cocaine in +order to reduce drug addiction. Sex education was a stupid idea. Now weÕre +going to pay for it through the devastation of our childre n. How many of +our children are AIDS positive? Nobody knows because nobody is testing Ñ we +wonÕt know for 5-10 years Ñ until they start dying. Teen AIDS is a ticking +time bomb.Ó + + D. AIDS AMONG DOCTORS, DENTISTS AND MEDICAL PERSONNEL + + The Journal of the American Medical Association says that more than 4,500 +health care workers in the U.S. are reported to have AIDS, including a +number of physicians and surgeons. Many are still practicing with little or +no restrictions under loose, largely voluntary CDC guidelines which do not +require the doctor to reveal his own AIDS infection to his patient. Had the +Florida dentist discussed above revealed his AIDS infection t o his patient +before extracting her teeth, she would probably not be dying today. The +American Dental Association, however, in a self-serving effort to protect +its dental constituency, says that reporting about AIDS infected dentists +Òdoes not serve the best interest of the public and the profession.Ó + + Surgery is becoming a high risk profession for surgeons and surgical +nurses, who often accidentally prick themselves with needles during surgery. +Doctors and nurses at San Francisco General Hospital were accidentally +exposed to blood in 84 o f 1,307 operations which were studied (i.e., 6.4%). +Contaminated blood would have gone beneath the skin in 22 procedures Ñ or +1.7% of the 1,300 operations. Unfortunately for the 22 surgeons or nurses +so inflicted, all are now dying of AIDS. + + Dr. Lorraine Day, until recently the Orthopedic Chief at San Francisco +General Hospital, does not practice ÒunsafeÓ sex or use intravenous drugs. +And yet the New England Journal of Medicine predicts that her chance of +becoming AIDS infected within 5 years is 50/50 if she remains in her +profession. Health care workers make up 2.2% of the population, but account +for an estimated 5.1% of all AIDS cases. Day, who acknowledged in late Õ89 +that one in 10 of her patients had AIDS, said: ÒI almost got it FridayÓ +(after a colleague stabbed her accidentally with a blood-soaked instrument). +ÒI almost got stabbed clear through. We were working on a drug addict. +Fortunately I had three pairs of gloves on, and it only went through two. +Ev ery time that happens, it could be the end of my life. I donÕt know +which stick is going to get me.Ó Day has said that she was stuck with a +blood-contaminated object at least twice a month while at SFGH. Day has +also pointed out that the AIDS viru s can enter the body through the skin Ñ +especially if there are tiny cuts, chapped hands, or simply open sores. A +number of medical workers have become AIDS infected in this way. + + Day has been attacked by gay rights groups (and indeed lost her position +at SFGH) because she complained that the CDC has not researched whether AIDS +can be transmitted via sweat, coughing, sneezing or microscopic airborne +blood particles whi ch are generated during surgery. National Gay Rights +Advocates attacked Dr. Day, saying that Òdiscrimination by health care +workers is a major problem for AIDS victims,Ó and that ÒLorraine Day does +not speak for all health care workers.Ó + + [EditorÕs note: As an additional indication as to the casual nature of +AIDS transmission, a 21 year old was delivering an AIDS infected blood +sample packaged for shipment. The package was not broken, nor was any +direct contact with the bloo d made. The young man had had no contact with +high risk groups. But he contracted AIDS nevertheless.] + +IV. THE MANY FORMS (AND FELLOW TRAVELERS) OF AIDS + + AIDS is rapidly mutating into hundreds of new viruses, while other related +viruses or venereal diseases which help to spread the AIDS virus, such as +Hepatitis B, Herpes, syphilis, gonorrhea, etc. have exploded (i.e., +quadrupled) in recent yea rs. By the end of 1985, two years after the AIDS +virus was first discovered, more than 200 different strains had been +isolated, each with a slightly different genetic makeup. By 1986, an +entirely new virus was reported in West Africa named HIV-2. It differed +from other known strains by more than 50%. + + In 1988, AIDS researchers at the University of Miami identified 17 +different strains of AIDS in one AIDS patient and 9 strains in another. +Sixteen months later, the researchers found an additional 13 strains in the +second patient. Flossie W angstaal of the National Cancer Institute says a +new AIDS mutant can arise every few days. Such mutations make the concept +of ever finding a vaccine virtually impossible. + + In 1983, a formerly harmless poultry virus caused devastation in the state +of Pennsylvania. While making a copy of its genetic material, the virus +made a tiny error. Because of that error, it began producing a slightly +altered virus which a llowed the normally benign organism to spread beyond +its usual residence in chickenÕs lungs and intestines. It had lived there +for probably thousands of years causing chickens no harm. + + But soon it was burrowing into other parts of the birdsÕ bodies, including +the nervous system, where it multiplied rapidly and began to cause a serious +disease. With its newly-acquired virulence, this otherwise mild-mannered +alien influenza virus went wild. Before the epidemic ended six months +later, more than 17,000,000 chickens were dead Ñ all because of a minuscule +molecular mutation. + + The 1983 chicken population in Pennsylvania is like the world as it is at +this moment,Ó said Robert G. Webster, a virologist and molecular biologist +in Memphis, Tennessee. ÒWhat would we have done if this virus had occurred +in humans? Ther e are millions of us ÔchickensÕ just waiting to be +infected.Ó + + Such fears are certainly not new to virologists. We should all ponder the +1918 flu epidemic that, because of a mutant strain, wiped out an estimated +20,000,000 people on this earth. The emergence of the AIDS virus is seen as +probably the gr eatest plague in the history of the world. + + A. SUPERFAST AIDS + + Scientists at the Yerkes Regional Primate Research Center have discovered +an AIDS-like virus in monkeys that can kill in about a week. This new +sudden-death monkey virus is a retro-virus in the same family of viruses as +the HIV virus. There are many simion immuno-deficiency viruses (SIV) but +this one is of special interest because of its extreme lethality. +Scientists at the Yerkes Center are concerned that similar strains of the +fast-killing AIDS viruses could be developing within humans. Patricia +Faltz, of the Yerkes Center, said, Òthe genetic makeup of this quick-killing +SIV virus indicates that it acquired its lethality through Ôsubtle gradual +mutations.Õ Therefore, the possibility that lethal AIDS varia nts exist +with properties similar to the SIV virus must be considered.Ó + + [EditorÕs note: The outbreak of Legionnaires Disease Ñ a lethal, fast- +killing virus Ñ which broke out in Philadelphia, California and elsewhere +during the 1980s and left dozens of victims dead within a few hours of +infection.] + + B. THE EXPLOSION OF HEPATITIS-B + + The CDC has recently reported that Hepatitis-B is now spreading rapidly +among non-drug using heterosexuals. This is a grave finding. Hepatitis-B +and AIDS go together. It is believed that 70-80% of homosex uals carry +Hepatitis-B and almost 60-80% have AIDS although they have not yet all been +tested, or tested positive. It may be that rampant Hepatitis-B is a surface +indication of rampant, but undiagnosed AIDS. Hepatitis-B has an incubation +period of 6 weeks to 6 months, while the AIDS incubation period can be 3 1/2 +years or more before the blood tests positive. + + There are about 250-300,000 new cases of Hepatitis-B reported in the +U.S. each year, with 8,000 annual deaths from the virus. A study in the +Journal of the American Medical Association says that homosexual men +practicing oral intercourse ar e 9 times more susceptible to getting +Hepatitis-B than AIDS. But the former seems to be setting the stage for +infection by the latter. Insight Magazine reported (12/18/89) that global +health records show 300 million people carry Hepatitis-B worldwi de. Up to +90% of all S.E. Asians are carriers of the highly infectious disease which +destroys the liver. + + [EditorÕs note: Dr. William Campbell Douglass believes that vaccination +or inoculation with Hepatitis-B vaccine is helping to spread that disease +and make those so vaccinated highly vulnerable to AIDS infection. It should +be remembered that hundreds of people died from CDC flu vaccinations over a +decade ago.] + + C. HERPES EPIDEMIC + + More than 25 million Americans are infected with the genital herpes virus, +according to a recent study (although many do not exhibit the painful, itchy +sores associated with the disease). Exposure to the genital herpes virus is +believed to serve as a risk marker for other sexually-transmitted diseases, +and may pose a biological risk for infection with AIDS. The study indicated +that 20.22% of Americans between ages 30 and 44 tested positive. Blacks had +a rate of i nfection almost twice that of Whites, with nearly 65% of Black +women (age 30 to 59) found to be infected. Nearly 20% of White women of the +same age were infected. + + D. VENEREAL WARTS + + Venereal warts can be transmitted from towels and tanning tables. Dr. +Ralph Richort, Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center in New York, reports +that they have been able to recover the virus from doctorsÕ instruments, +glov es, and even plumes of smoke. The Mayo Clinic reported seven cases, +all from tanning parlors. It you can get this venereal disease from tanning +tables, you can get it from toilet seats. + + E. AIDS AND TUBERCULOSIS + + AIDS is triggering a global explosion of tuberculosis, and at least 2 +million people are already infected with the microbes that cause both +diseases, Dr. Peter Eriki, a WHO official, recently reported. Dr. Eriki t +old a large AIDS Conference in San Francisco in July that 1.7 billion people +(1/3 of the worldÕs population) are infected with tuberculosis bacilli. +Most have no symptoms, but 20 million are sick with TB and 3 million die +each year, Dr. Eriki said. AIDS infected persons become very susceptible to +TB and often die of tuberculosis. Progressively more and more AIDS +infectees are being found to have TB and vice versa. In some parts of +Africa, up to 70% of the population are TB infected wh ile 55% have been +exposed to AIDS. + +V. AIDS AROUND THE WORLD + + A. AIDS IN AFRICA + + Scientists examining satellite photos taken over Central Africa have +noticed a curious phenomenon. Several formerly prosperous villages in Zaire +had been deserted and bush was already encroaching on the roads leading to +ghostly circles of abandoned dwellings. Further investigation revealed that +AIDS was the monster that had caused the villagers to flee in panic into the +bush Ñ leaving their dying behind them. + + In Uganda, WHO researchers have found more deserted ÒAIDS villages.Ó In +many villages one in every four inhabitants had already died and nearly all +those still alive were inflicted with the Òslim disease,Ó (i.e., AIDS). The +Uganda governmen t admits that 1 million out of 17 million Ugandans are +infected with the virus. The actual number is probably 5-8 times greater. +In Uganda, health authorities recently tested an entire high school class +for the virus Ñ 40% of the students tested po sitive. Kenyan prostitutes +have been tested and found to be 100% infected. + + When a man dies in rural Zambia, tribal tradition demands that one of his +male relatives must have sex with the widow Ñ the woman must be ÒcleansedÓ +or she will be haunted by the spirit of the dead man. In a country where up +to 30% of the pe ople are thought to be AIDS virus carriers, the +implications are frightening. One routine testing of blood donors in Zambia +found that 18% of donors were infected with AIDS. A VD clinic reported that +33% of their patients had AIDS, and in the Zambi an capital of Lusaka, 23% +of the population are reported to be carrying the AIDS virus. + + An expatriate Zambian doctor says, ÒWe test those who are ill and the +results show that 50% have the virus. Among the soldiers the rate is +virtually 100%; AIDS could wipe out the entire Zambian army in 10 years.Ó +Zambian President Kenneth K uandaÕs son has died of AIDS, as well as three +of his cabinet ministers, yet, as in almost all African countries, Zambian +leaders, to protect ZambiaÕs image, reputation, tourism, etc. deny that they +have anything more than a negligible AIDS problem. Western agencies believe +that AIDS infects 25% of the Zimbabwean population, although the Mugabe +government claims the problem is negligible. The Zimbabwean economy faces +collapse by the end of the decade. Malawi has 30-50% of its populatio n +infected and faces extinction as a country during the 1990s. In Zaire, 27% +of the unmarried women carry the virus. Incredibly, throughout Africa, +there is the surprisingly widespread belief that AIDS is an invention of the +church aimed at curbing sexual freedom, and that AIDS is a White manÕs +disease. + + The most frightening projection of all has come from WHO which believes +that the AIDS virus could claim half of AfricaÕs population within 10 years. +European researchers believe 50-150 million out of AfricaÕs 500 million +people are already i nfected with the virus. The South African AIDS +Economic Research Institute predicts that disease will cause a huge +population vacuum in Central Africa by the mid-1990s, causing all mineral +production to cease. This is the grotesque picture of a con tinent dying of +AIDS. + + [EditorÕs note: A new strain of AIDS was recently found in Zaire that +kills a cell 1,000 times faster than the standard AIDS virus. A Zairian +caught the strain, gave it to his wife, who gave it to her lover. They all +died in one third of t he normal time it takes to die from AIDS.] + + B. AIDS IN SOUTH AFRICA + + AIDS is wiping out South AfricaÕs Black population, and within two years +(by 1992) 18% of the African population between the ages of 15 and 60 will +have the disease. Incredibly, AIDS virus infections in South Afric a are +doubling every 6.4 months. The AIDS Economic Research Unit predicts that by +the year 2000, 50-70% of Black South Africans will be dead or dying from +AIDS. AERU says that by 1995, pediatric AIDS will have halted South +AfricaÕs population growt h and that in a best scenario, 50% of South +AfricaÕs Blacks would be infected with AIDS between 1996 and 2000. At +worst, 70% would have AIDS by 2000. + + AIDS has come into South Africa via truck routes from Central Africa, +where 92% of the truck drivers have tested AIDS positive. These drivers +infect prostitutes in Durban who infect Zulus in Kwazulu and throughout the +Natal Province. AIDS h as also come into the RSA via hundreds of thousands +of migrant mine workers from Malawi, Mozambique and the Black states to the +north. it has also entered via ANC terrorists stationed in Zambia. + + Black South African men and women refuse to use condoms or practice +abstinence from extra- or pre-marital sex. They look at government AIDS +education efforts as a way of controlling the Black population. At the rate +that South African Black s are presently copulating and spreading the +disease, within 25 years the entire Black population of South Africa could +be 80-100% gone. + + C. AIDS IN MEXICO AND LATIN AMERICA + + One out of every 200 men in Mexico City between 25 and 45 years of age is +infected with the AIDS virus. Overall, Mexico has the second highest per +capita rate of AIDS infection in the Western Hemisphere with AIDS cases now +exploding exponentially. For over a decade, millions of illegal Mexicans +have been pouring into the U.S. Ñ bringing their AIDS infections with them. +During the immigration amnesty of 1988, a Los Angeles doctor was hired by +the U.S. Immigration Service to test illegals applying for amnesty for AIDS. +He was shocked to find that 5% of those tested were AIDS infected. The +doctor was told by the CDC: ÒYour figures are impossible,Ó and ÒDonÕt bother +calling us again.Ó + + In Brazil, where AIDS is the worst in the hemisphere, and second worst in +the world, and where AIDS experts widely believe that insects can transmit +AIDS, the AIDS infection rate is doubling every six months (as compared to +very 12 months in the U.S.). A lethal combination of liberal sexual +practices, widespread poverty, highly infected blood banks, and a highly +inadequate health care system has made Brazil a disaster area for AIDS. To +make matters worse, a deadly new strain of the vir us (AIDS II) is breaking +out in Brazil. The crisis in Brazil is compounded by the fact that Brazil +has a very high incidence of bisexual men, and they are already 28% infected +with the virus. + + [EditorÕs note: Another ominous development in Latin America is that the +period from infection to disease, and then from disease to death, is about +half the time experienced in the United States and Europe. Also, throughout +Latin America, t he onset of AIDS has brought about a dramatic increase in +syphilis, tuberculosis, malaria, leprosy, and dengue fever (which has +increased 1,000-fold in Mexico over the past 15 years).] + + D. AIDS IN GREAT BRITAIN + + British Health Minister David Mellor warns that 25% of LondonÕs +homosexuals carry the AIDS virus. Warning that the British AIDS epidemic is +not slowing down, Mellor says that 40% of the AIDS carriers in London hav e +been infected during heterosexual intercourse. In Ireland, AIDS is now +doubling every seven months. + + E. AIDS IN CATS + + Researchers at the Nippon Veterinary College in Tokyo have found that out + of 3,000 cats examined in the Tokyo area, almost 30% were found to be + infected with feline AIDS. These were all outdoor cats and presumably the + AIDS was spread through sexual intercourse and through cat fights. + +VI. GOVERNMENT DECEPTION AND MISMANAGEMENT OF THE AIDS CRISIS + + The severity of the AIDS plague in America is being covered up by the +U.S. government and the CDC, and the disease is being spread even faster by +the governmentÕs bizarre behavior in protecting the Òhuman rights and +privacyÓ of the infected ( the already dying) instead of those who have not +yet become infected. And the governmentÕs Òsafe sexÓ campaign has misled +tens of millions of people into believing that if condoms are used, AIDS +cannot be transmitted. + + A. THE AIDS COVER-UP + + The longer the truth is obscured from the public, and the greater the +multitude of innocent people who die most horribly as a result, the more +ferocious will be the explosion of hatred and revenge against the scient +ists and government officials guilt of perpetrating the deception.Ó Dr. +John Seale, British AIDS Researcher. + + The U.S. government and the Center for Disease Control appear to be +deliberately understating the number of people in America who are AIDS +infected, and the growing severity of the epidemic. Their only discernable +motive for the cover-up wo uld seem to be to avoid a panic. But the +understating of the crisis and the disinformation associated with it is +putting tens of millions of complacent Americans, who would otherwise take +steps to protect themselves, at risk. + + In 1986 the CDC (in Atlanta), the official government watchdog of AIDS, +reported that there was between 1 and 1 1/2 million people in the U.S. +infected with AIDS. Today, the CDC claims that the total number of +Americans infected with the AID S virus is still 1.7 million Ñ almost +unchanged in four years. Virtually all other AIDS statistics in the private +sector make the present CDC numbers appear ridiculous. Even the CDC admits +that AIDS has been growing at over 8% per month Ñ which is doubling each +year. At that growth rate, the total number infected in 1990 (using the +CDCÕs 1986 numbers) would be over 10 million people. Private AIDS +researchers estimate that for every documented case of AIDS, there are 100 +million people who ca rry the virus. That adds up to about 10 million +infected Americans. + + AIDS deaths are being vastly under-reported because of the stigma +associated with AIDS, because of pressure by families, and because of no +laws (with teeth) to force a doctor to accurately report the cause of death. +Many athletes and celebri ties who have died of AIDS are being reported as +having died of cancer, pneumonia, TB, etc. For an excellent book on the +AIDS cover-up, The AIDS Cover-up by Gene Antonio is recommended. + + B. CONDOMS DONÕT WORK + + The U.S. government, under ReaganÕs Surgeon General C. Everett Koop, + began a campaign in the 1980s advocating so-called Òsafe sexÓ as the + solution to the AIDS plague. They defined Òsafe sexÓ essentially as the + use of a condom. There are several problems with this Òsafe sex via + condomsÓ campaign, however: + + 1) Laboratory tests have revealed that four of the nationÕs most popular +condom brands permit the AIDS virus to escape. The study, carried out by +UCLA, conflicts with the governmentÕs AIDS prevention strategy which assumes +that all condoms block the transmission of the AIDS virus with equal +effectiveness. + + The AIDS virus is 0.20 to 0.25 micrometers in size (i.e., a quarter of a + millionth of a millimeter) and can pass through the condom because it is + smaller than the pores in the condom. Condoms have not stopped syphilis or + pregnancy Ñ and they will not stop AIDS. + + 2) AIDS is transmitted via saliva and therefore via kissing Ñ which is +an integral part of sexual activity. Evidence is growing rapidly that +saliva may be more contagious than blood. Condoms do not stop kissing. + + 3) The governmentÕs entire Òsafe sex campaign via condomsÓ has actually +encouraged more sexual activity (especially among teenagers). Many AIDS +infected people now have sex using condoms without even telling their +partners they are infected Ñ and then infect their partners via kissing or +porous (leaky) condoms. + + C. AIDS CARRIERS CAN NOW LEGALLY IMMIGRATE TO THE U.S. + + Due to liberal and homosexual group pressure, the CDC has recommended the +removal of travel and immigration restrictions for people infected with +AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea, and leprosy . Only people infected with +tuberculosis are blocked from entry into America. The Bush Administration +and the Immigration Department have lifted the restrictions and now millions +of AIDS infected people from Europe, Africa, Haiti, Mexico and Latin America +can no longer be banned from U.S. entry because they carry the AIDS virus or +have the disease. This is the opposite of a quarantine, which has been used +in past epidemics. + + D. U.S. GOVERNMENT PROTECTS AIDS INFECTED FOOD HANDLERS + + The U.S. government and several states have just ruled that it is +illegal to not hire, or to fire a food handler because he (or she) has AIDS. +(Remember, the AIDS virus can be transm itted via coughing, sneezing, or +touching the food if the virus is on the hand.) The New England Journal of +Medicine recently reported: ÒAn average of 10% of AIDS carriers reported to +the San Francisco Department of Health were employed as food han dlers in +public establishments...an estimated 60-70% of these food handlers were +homosexual men.Ó + + It is now a crime not to hire a gay or an AIDS infected person for +preparing or handling food. As the AIDS epidemic worsens, the restaurant +business will go into a tailspin. + + E. DISPERSING AIDS TO SMALL TOWN AMERICA Ñ President BushÕs Commission +on AIDS has recommended that because of the economic strain on big city +hospitals, that AIDS infected patients, which cost an average of $800 per +day in a hospital, be mo ved out of the cities and into small communities +around the country. This relocation program is backed by most big city +mayors and state officials who feel the fiscal and medical facility strain +of the epidemic. + + So, the recommendation is to establish regional centers, or Ònetworks of + care,Ó (i.e., AIDS treatment centers) across small-town Americna. This is + government quarantining of the plague in reverse. The moving of hundreds + of thousands of AIDS victims (many of who have bizarre moral/sexual + lifestyles) into small towns across America simply guarantees the more + rapid spread and a more qual distribution of the epidemic. + + F. GOVERNMENT COVER-UP OF THE DANGER IN THE BLOOD BANKS + + The U.S. government and the CDC have continually maintained that the +U.S. blood banks are safe. That is a lie. With an incubation period of 3 +1/2 to 4 years during which AIDS tests may be invalid (i.e., the test shows +negative even though the AIDS infection is present and transferrable), AIDS +infected blood is constantly being donated. Private studies indicated that +a personÕs chances of becoming infected from a blood transfus ion in America +today still range from one in ten to one in five. + + The CDC estimated in May Õ89 that 12,000 people living in the U.S. have + been infected with AIDS via contaminated blood transfusions. (The number + is about 20% higher today.) Homosexuals (AmericaÕs highest risk group) + continue to sell plasma to blood collection centers. Dr. Lorraine Day was + severely criticized by Bay Area gay groups for pointing out the danger of + having blood donations in the predominantly gay Castro District of San + Francisco. The Journal of the American Medical Assoc iation wrote + (4/25/90) in a recent study that Òmore than 23% of 2,921 intravenous drug + abusers contacted in the Baltimore area in 1988 and Õ89 said they had sold + plasma or donated blood after they began injecting illegal drugs.Ó + + G. FEDERAL, STATE AND LOCAL AUTHORITIES COWER BEFORE AND CATER TO THE GAY +LOBBY + + Because of the alleged political clout of the homosexual lobby, America +has foregone mandatory AIDS testing; quarantining; warnings by doctors, +dentists or med ical personnel to patients that the former are AIDS +infected; the blocking of AIDS victims from entering the U.S.; the blocking +of AIDS infected persons from working around food, etc. The secrecy +regarding AIDS infection which the homosexual lobby h as pushed to protect +the Òhuman rightsÓ of the gays, has greatly facilitated the spread of the +plague. For example, California has passed a law which makes it illegal to +tell potential house buyers whether the seller does or does not have AIDS. + + As Lorraine Day found when she tried to warn medical workers of their +danger at San Francisco General Hospital, the gay lobby is completely +paranoid about exposure of most aspects of the disease. Their top agenda is +to protect gay rights, no t to contain the disease. As Dr. Day pointed out, +ÒTwenty years ago there were one thousand people advocating gay rights. Now +there are 7,000 organizations advocating gay rights. Not only that, there +are many homosexual and bisexual senators and congressmen who donÕt want to +be tested. They donÕt want their wives tested. They want to remain in the +closet. And a lot of heterosexual congressmen have paid off their +political debts by hiring gay male assistants.Ó + + So because of homosexual influence at all government levels, the AIDS +epidemic in America remains the only government protected plague in world +history. + + VII. WHAT TO DO TO PROTECT YOURSELF AND YOUR FAMILY FROM GETTING AIDS + + A few common sense precautions which you might take to lessen the +chances of AIDS exposure for you and your family are: + + A. ONE MAN/ONE WOMAN + + Heterosexual relationships between one man and one woman is the best way + to avoid sexual infection with the AIDS virus. Because of AIDS + contamination of saliva, kissing strangers or people who do not have a 100% + clean background can be a high risk activity. Traditional dating, kissing, + necking, etc. can now be considered high risk activity for a teenager, and + so the background and track record of those people teenagers date in high + school or college (or when old er singles date or marry) should be known + and should be very clean. + + B. AVOID HIGHLY CONGESTED AREAS - + + (i.e., crowded subways, enclosed areas with large crowds, etc.) as much +as possible. As time goes by, it will become widely understood that +coughing and sneezing (as with any other virus) can cause infectio n with +the AIDS virus. The greater and more confined the crowd, the greater your +exposure. + + C. WASH YOUR HANDS FREQUENTLY + + Wash your hands thoroughly before all meals, snacks, eating popcorn, +sandwiches, etc. When in public places (i.e., airports, shopping centers, +on buses, trains, sports stadiums, etc.) wash your hands frequent ly with +hot water and soap and especially before touching your eyes, ears, nose, +mouth or any other mucous membrane. This should also be done if you have +shaken hands with other people. Always wash your hands before going to the +toilet as well as a fter. Remember the AIDS virus can live on a dry surface +for 10 days (probably longer). If an AIDS carrier sneezes on his hand, +places that hand on a rail (i.e., an escalator) and you place your hand on +that spot and then rub your eyes or put your f inger in your mouth, you may +have just infected yourself with AIDS. Money can also be contaminated. + + D. ALWAYS COVER A TOILET SEAT WITH PAPER + + If the AIDS virus can survive for 10 days on a dry surface, it can +survive on a toilet seat. Avoid direct contact between your skin and the +seat. Flush the commode with your foot. + + E. AVOID RESTAURANTS THAT EMPLOY HIGH RISK GROUPS + + Homosexuals are frequently employed in restaurants as cooks, waiters, +busboys, or food handlers. Try to ascertain which one employ gays and avoid +these. A high percentage of such employee s (probably over half) are likely +to already carry the virus and therefore to be infectious. Ethnic +restaurants such as Arab, Chinese, Jewish, Japanese, etc. generally do not +employ homosexuals and are probably safer. Waiters should be washing thei r +hands between serving different customers and should be required to wash +their hands frequently. It is now illegal for a restaurant not to hire a +gay or an AIDS carrier, but it is not illegal for you to avoid that +restaurant. + + F. DO NOT LET PEOPLE KISS YOUR CHILDREN OR YOU + + Friendly non-sexual greeting kisses should be avoided because of infected +saliva. Instead, shake hands. + + G. AVOID PUBLIC HOT TUBS, STEAM BATHS, SAUNAS + + The AIDS virus can live in a warm, wet environment indefinitely. Hot tubs +in exercise clubs or spas bubble the water, and often water will splash into +a personÕs mouth or eyes Ñ it also soaks into small cuts or abrasions. In a +steam bath, you breathe the steam. If an AIDS carrier has coughed or +sneezed, that aerosol is in the steam for you to breathe. People sweat +profusely in steam baths and saunas and if you contact wet or dry sweat that +is infected, you could pick up the virus. + + H. USE GLOVES IN PUBLIC EXERCISE OR WEIGHT FACILITIES + + Weight lifters sweat and that sweat, wet or dry, on the weights or +exercise equipment (i.e., Nautilus) can carry the infectious AIDS virus +which you pick up on your own hands. A long s leeve sweatshirt is also +advisable as well as the use of thongs in showers. + + I. AVOID PUBLIC SWIMMING POOLS FREQUENTED BY HIGH RISK GROUPS OR LARGE + CROWDS + + Chlorine will not kill the AIDS virus. Private swimming pools are +preferable. + + J. AVOID SALAD BARS + + Everyone (including AIDS carriers) uses the same serving utensils and +many salad bars are uncovered so that an infected AIDS carrier could cough +or sneeze on the food. + + K. AVOID STICKING PENCILS, FINGERS OR OTHER OBJECTS IN YOUR MOUTH + + If you must, wash or boil them first. + + L. ALL MEAT SHOULD BE COOKED TO 169 DEGREES TO KILL ANY VIRUS + + If a cow is bitten by an AIDS infected mosquito, the virus can be in the +meat. Likewise if a milk cow is bitten, the virus can be transmitted +through the milk, just as a human motherÕs milk can transmit the AIDS virus +to her baby. (Pasteurized milk is only heated to 142 degrees). + + M. IN HOTELS/MOTELS Ñ AVOID TAKING BATHS Ñ TAKE SHOWERS INSTEAD + + Bath tubs are often not well cleaned from the last occupant. + + N. AIRLINES TEND TO HAVE HIGH NUMBERS OF GAYS WORKING AS STEWARDS AND +SERVING FOOD + + Either refrain from eating (the food is usually bad) or order a vegetarian +meal in advance Ñ which usually comes wrapped in Saran Wrap. Forego ice in +drinks. It is often touched by human hands. + + O. AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, AVOID HIGH RISK TRANSMISSION AREAS + + Discos, night clubs, public swimming pools, jacuzzis, highly crowded areas +such as subways, etc. Avoid sitting next to people who are coughing or +sneezing repeatedly. + + P. A NUTRITIONAL DIET, VITAMINS AND FOOD SUPPLEMENTS, ADEQUATE REST AND +EXERCISE, REDUCTION OF STRESS AND GOOD HYGIENE + + Will help to keep the body detoxified and the immune system up. If your +immune system is strong enough, you can be expo sed to the virus and not +become infected. + + Q. SOURCES FOR KEEPING UP-TO-DATE ON THE AIDS EPIDEMIC + + Two excellent newsletters exist which monitor medical research and +publications all over the world regarding the AIDS crisis. These two +publications are a great way to stay up with mu ch of what is being written +on AIDS all over the world. They are: The Cutting Edge and AIDS FAX. Both +are published by Dr. William Campbell Douglass, P.O. Box 1568, Clayton, GA +30525, or call toll free 1-800-227-6269. + + Isolation from people is a form of protection from AIDS but is +impractical. Nevertheless, as the virus takes on pandemic proportions, +people in small towns, rural areas, or farms will be much safer than people +in large cities. Associate wit h highly moral, straight, perhaps even +highly religious individuals who have a very clean lifestyle. The risk of +AIDS infections will be greatly reduced. And remember, you cannot count on +the government, your doctor, or the medical system to protec t you from +AIDS. They are in some ways as much a part of the problem as they are the +solution. Use your own common sense precautions and pray for protection for +you and your family. + +Lancet Report Footnotes: + +1. Spire B, Dormont D, BarrŽ-Sinoussi F, Montagnier L, Chermann J.C. + ÒInactivation of lymphadenopathy associated virus by heat, gamma + rays, and ultraviolet light.Ó Lancet, 1985. +2. BarrŽ-Sinoussi F, Nugeyre MR, Girard M, Tron F, Chermann J.C. + ÒLaboratory and scrological studies argue against possible + transmission of AIDS by hepatitis B vaccine.Ó Lancet, 1985. +3. BarrŽ-Sinoussi F, Chermann J.C., Rey F, et al. ÒIsolation of a T- + lymphotropic retrovirus from a patient at risk for acquired immune + deficiency syndrome (AIDS).Ó Science, 1983. +4. Spire B, BarrŽ-Sinoussi F, Montagnier L, et al. ÒInactivation of + lymphadenopathy associated virus by chemical disinfectants.Ó + Lancet, 1984. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aidsplot.1 b/textfiles.com/sex/aidsplot.1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b3123f62 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aidsplot.1 @@ -0,0 +1,858 @@ + + + + + (word processor parameters LM=8, RM=78, TM=2, BM=2) + Taken from KeelyNet BBS (214) 324-3501 + Sponsored by Vangard Sciences + PO BOX 1031 + Mesquite, TX 75150 + + August 16, 1990 + AIDSPLOT.ASC + + AIDS as a Weapon of War + + by Dr. William Campbell Douglas, M.D. + + Introduction & Comments by Jim Shults + + + INTRODUCTION AND COMMENTS + + I must admit I am just a little gun shy of doing this + particular article. The reason is pretty obvious. Who in hell is + going to plead guilty to inventing the AIDS virus. Do I think it + was invented? Absolutely and without a doubt. + + Firstly, where in hell has it been during the last 5000 years? + Why haven't we had exposure to it sooner, like in the last 50 years? + + All of a sudden certain countries and entire continents are + coming down with the AIDS virus and no organization, body, group, or + whatever you care to call it has even a clue to the real source, and + it sure as hell isn't some monkey in Africa, that's for sure. + + Over the last twenty years the genetic scientists have been + having a filed day inventing all kinds of new "life." Some have + even been granted patents for their creatures, which are usually + various types of bacteria, etc. + + One patent was granted for the invention, or more accurately + put, creation, of a type of bacteria that eats oil, handy for oil + spills I guess. Now do you think for even a second that a virus + like the AIDS virus couldn't be created with all the genetic + engineering that is going on around the world? + + There are certain types of bacteria that are living in test + tubes in labs around the world that if released would cause the end + of mankind in less than a year. + + The real question is why we allow these bozos to play in labs, + making all kinds of new and artificial life in the first place. It + is going to backfire, in fact the author already feels it has, + through the deliberate release of the HIV (human immunodeficiency + virus); that's what AIDS is really called. + + Something extraordinary happened last June (88'), in fact it + was so extraordinary that nothing like it has ever happened before. + + The Surgeon General of the United States had mailed to every + mail box and address in the United States a brochure attempting to + explain AIDS, its danger, myths and means of transmission. The + + Page 1 + + + + + + absolutely amazing thing about this was that it was done at + all. + Think of this for a minute: the U.S. Government mailed this + information to every address in America. That in itself should tell + all of us something that the media has somehow missed -- that this + is a population-destroying virus. + + That really means that we all are in shit city, race fans, and + the Government know it. It is significant that they did the + mailing, and that should be very significant to anyone who knows + how our government works and what kind of very real panic those + who really know are experiencing. + + When something like this brochure is made available as it was, + you can be very sure that the boys at the top, including the + scientific folks, are up against something they may not beat before + it has a very real chance of destroying at least half of mankind! + + In fact, the fastest time even guessed at, for some kind of + beginning cure for some types of AIDS is at least five years and + that's thought to be impossible by medical people. + + The author comes up with a very plausible scenario for how + rapidly AIDS has been distributed. (We are not blaming the + World Health Organization. In the author's scenario he simply + indicates that the WHO was used by others.) + + Let's face it, we are in very real trouble. There are several + types of new AIDS viruses and more to be discovered, and who is to + say how the new ones, not yet mutated, will spread -- a sneeze + perhaps? + + Our government and others around the world are not telling us + the truth about this stuff in order to protect our poor little dumb + minds. I suspect that if we know the truth, an enormous citizen + effort could be martialed worldwide which would probably shut down + the arms race for the time being. + + Again, at the bottom line, we are in big trouble and "they" + know it....Many scientists predict we will lose half the world's + population (including U.S.) by the year 2000. + + -- Jim Shults + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Page 2 + + + + + + ABOUT THE AUTHOR + + William Campbell Douglass, M.D. + + + Age: 62 + + Education: BS, University of Rochester, New York; + MD, University of Miami School of + Medicine; Graduate, U.S. Navy School of + Aviation and Space Medicine + + Career: U.S. Navy, 7 years -- Flight Surgeon. + In practice for over 25 years. Former + state president, Florida, American + College of Emergency Physicians. + Former Editor of the Journal of the + Sarasota County Medical Society. + Consulting Editor, Health Freedom News. + On Board of Governors of the National + Health Federation. Regular speaker at + the National Health Federation meetings + around the United States. Appears + regularly on radio and television + programs on health. + Doctor of the + Year: National Health Federation, 1985. + + Dr. Douglass has studied in England with Dr. Katharina Dalton, + discoverer of the premenstrual syndrome. He was one of the + first doctors in the United States to diagnose and treat PMS. + He opened his PMS Clinic in 1981. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Page 3 + + + + + + AIDS as a Weapon of War + + William Campbell Douglass, M.D. + + The great powers renounced chemical and biological warfare 20 + years ago -- but kept right on experimenting. The germ warfare + experiments on Seventh Day Adventist soldiers, + + 1) the Tuskeegee syphilis experiments on prisoners, + 2) the San Francisco Bay attack by the U.S. Army using + serratia marcescens bacteria, + 3) the New York City subway germ attack + 4 and many other experiments on humans, largely unknown to + the victims, continue in the free world. + + In Novosybirsk, at the Ivanofsky Institute and other Soviet + centers of biological warfare, you can be sure that similar + diabolical experiments on humans continue at a frantic pace. + + The Soviet press, always masters of the half truth, accused + the U.S. Army of having engineered the AIDS virus in the biological + warfare laboratories at Fort Detrick, Maryland. + + This was a clever psy-war ploy which, for a while anyway, + neutralized those of us who were saying essentially the same thing, + that the AIDS virus was probably created through recombinant genetic + engineering (the rearranging of genes between two or more species of + plants or animal) and/or serial passage: the growing of a virus in + a series of generations of tissue culture cells or live animals, + thus adapting the virus to a new species, using human tissue culture + cells in the top security labs at Fort Detrick. + + People started accusing us of spreading the communist line, not + a comfortable position for a dedicated anti-communist like myself. + + What the Soviet propagandists didn't say was that their agents + had been working in our top security biological warfare laboratories + for over 20 years. + + In a burst of brotherly love they were invited in by President + Nixon. The astounded communist scientists from Russia, the Eastern + Bloc and Communist china, who had been trying to penetrate this + vital security area for 40 years, quickly accepted. + + They have been snickering in their beakers ever since, while + they prepare for our demise. + + "It's no secret that they are there," Dr. Carlton Gajdusek, + Nobel Prize winner, a top official at the Fort Detrick Army + laboratory in Maryland, said in Onmi Magazine (March 1986): "In + the facility I have a building where more good and loyal communist + scientists from the USSR and mainland China work, with full passkeys + to all the laboratories, than there are American. Even the Army's + infectious disease unit is loaded with foreign workers who are not + always friendly nationals." + + This answer to an interview question refers to the high number + of Soviet bloc scientists in this U.S. facility who act as + + + Page 4 + + + + + + inspectors to ensure that we are not producing bacteriological + weapons in violation of treaties with the Soviets. + + You can't put it more plainly than that. Even the Trojans + weren't that stupid: at least they didn't KNOW the Trojan horse + was full of soldiers. + + When it became obvious to the Communist press that we were + getting the truth out about who was running things at Fort Detrick, + they completely reversed themselves and said it was all a mistake. + Everything was just fine at Fort Detrick. + + To understand the enormity of our betrayal you must know about + the origin of the AIDS virus. The virologists of the world, the + sorcerers who brought us this ghastly plague, have a united front in + denying that the virus was laboratory-made from known, lethal animal + viruses. + + The scientific party line is that a monkey in Africa with AIDS + bit a native on the butt. The native then went to town and gave it + to a prostitute who gave it to the local banker who gave it to his + wife and three girlfriends and what! + + 50 to 75 million people became infected with AIDS in Africa and + throughout the world. This is an entirely preposterous story, and + it is preposterous because: + + 1. The green velvet monkey of Africa doesn't get human AIDS. You + can't reproduce the disease in monkeys even by injecting AIDS + virus directly into them. + + 2. After injecting the virus into monkeys, you can't transmit it + to other monkeys, much less to humans. + + 3. Genetically, AIDS (HIV-1) is not even close to the monkey form + of immunodeficiency virus. + [Ed. Note: For references on the three items above, + see: Seale, Dr. John J., + Royal Society of Medicine, Sept. 1987, + Seale, Dr. John J., + The Origin of AIDS -- International + Conference on AIDS, Cairo, March 1988.] + + 4. AIDS started not in the villages but in the cities of Africa, + where there are no wild monkeys. + + 5. The doubling time of AIDS infection being about 12 months, one + monkey biting one native and then spreading the disease would + have taken 20 years to reach a million cases. Seventy-five + million Africans became infected practically simultaneously. + At the same time, the disease became rampant in the U.S., + Haiti and Brazil. + + It is obvious that one monkey couldn't have done that (or one + homosexual, either). There had to be some sort of simultaneous + seeding process. + + The only worldwide simultaneous seeding going on at the same + time was the smallpox vaccine program of the World Health + Organization (the WHO). + Page 5 + + + + + + The early epidemiology of the AIDS pandemic fits the smallpox + vaccination project of the WHO -- AND NOTHING ELSE -- with the + exception of the U.S., which we will examine subsequently.) + + The AIDS virus was created in a laboratory by combining lethal + animal "retroviruses" in human cancer (HeLA) cell cultures. These + viruses have never before caused infection in man. + + The "species barrier" has always been nature's way of keeping a + deadly virus from wiping out the entire animal kingdom, including + man. The myxoma virus of rabbits, for example, wiped out the rabbit + population of Europe, but man and other animals were not affected. + + The sheep visna virus completely decimated the flocks of + Iceland, but no other animal was affected. + + The virologists deny that the AIDS virus, HIV-1, is of animal + origin. I am sure that you see the paradox here. Aren't monkeys + animals? + + They are also united in saying that it's not possible for the + virus to have been engineered in a laboratory. If it didn't come + from other animals and it didn't come from a laboratory, and they + now admit privately that the monkey couldn't have done it, then it + must have come out of thin air. That's a theological position and + hence beyond argument. It's certainly not scientific. + + These scientists who have created this monstrous problem in + their sorcerer's retrovirology laboratories are constantly caught in + their own lies. + + The line goes: "The AIDS virus could not have been engineered + in a laboratory because the technology wasn't available until + recently." + + Icelandic scientists combined the sheep visna virus with human + tissue cells over 20 years ago. The technology has been refined in + recent years, but the basic process has been actively used in labs + all over the world for long before the AIDS virus made its dramatic + appearance. + + But the scientists hold fast in their denial of culpability. + Professor William Jarrett said, when asked about the possibility of + AIDS arising from animal retroviruses, "That is like someone saying + babies come out of cabbages."5 + + Dr. Robert Gallo said that people who claim AIDS was + manufactured artificially are "either insane or communists."6 + + Dr. Luis Montagnier, the discoverer of the AIDS virus, said, + "In 1970 there was not enough knowledge in genetic engineering to + make such a virus starting from already existing viruses."7 (See + Icelandic experiments mentioned above.) + + This tower of lies must eventually fall of its own weight. + Then what? Where do we look for a solution? Certainly not from + the people who caused the disaster. + + But where? -- the Pentagon? The Pentagon is supporting + + Page 6 + + + + + + research on biological warfare in over 100 federal and private + laboratories, including those at many prominent universities.8 Yet, + Neil Levitt, who worked for 17 years at the Army Infectious Disease + Institute, says, "It's a joke...there's no defense against these + kinds of organisms. And if you can't defend against something, then + why are we pouring more and more money in it? There's something + else going on that we don't know about."9 + + Some joke. + + A short virology lesson will help you understand that AIDS is + indeed an animal virus and that it was laboratory-made as a weapon + of biological warfare against the free world. + + A basic rule of virology is that if two viruses have the same + shape, design and size, then they are almost certainly the same + virus (a very simple and easy to understand rule).10 + + For example, this virus: + + ----------- + |==| ||| | + ----------- + + ... a virus of bacteria (bugs have diseases, too), doesn't look + anything like this virus: + + ___________ + / \ + / ~~~~~~~ \ + \ / + \___________/ + + + ... a virus of ticks that's transmitted to pigs, or this virus: + + __________ + ____/ ~~~~ \ + / ______/ + \________/ + + ... which is found in horses. + + The AIDS virus, which "couldn't have come from animal + viruses" is almost certainly a recombinant virus from fusing a + cattle virus, bovine leukemia virus: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ++++ *= + + =* *= + * + = + + + + + Page 7 + + + + + ...with sheep visna virus: + + * + * * + + * ==== * + + * * + * + + + + You combine the two in human tissue culture cells and you get bovine + visna virus: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + ... A VIRUS THAT HERETOFORE DID NOT EXIST -- a product of man, + engineered in a laboratory. + + Now, if you isolate the AIDS virus from an infected human, it + looks like this: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + It doesn't look like this (the tick virus): + + __________ + ____/ ~~~~ \ + / ______/ + \________/ + + ... or this (the cattle virus): + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ++++ *= + + =* *= + * + = + + + Page 8 + + + + + + It looks like THIS: + + = + * + =* *= + + =* ==== *= + + =* *= + * + = + + ... the recombinant virus from cattle and sheep AND ITS CALLED + AIDS. You don't have to be a genius to understand this. Any + properly instructed 10-year-old can understand it .... + + But, some alert reader will say, we don't give smallpox + vaccinations in the U.S., so how do you explain the simultaneous + outbreak of AIDS in Africa, Brazil and Haiti, where they did indeed + give the vaccine, and in the U.S., where they didn't give the + vaccine? + + Simple. The homosexual community was used as a large group of + experimental animals through the hepatitis-B program. It didn't + take many infected homosexuals among the I.V. drug users to quickly + spread the disease among a large percentage of the addicts due to + the near certainly of infection through direct intravenous insertion + of the virus. + + To understand the seeding of AIDS among homosexuals (and + eventually to the rest of us through bisexuals unless drastic action + is taken), you must know about a character with the strange name of + Wolf Szmuness. His life story will seem bizarre to you unless, like + me, you have a conspiratorial turn of mind. + + Dr. Szmuness was a Polish Jew who supposedly ended up in a + Siberian labor camp during World War II. But after the war he + somehow became a privileged person, was sent to medical school in + Tomsk, Russia, and married a Russian woman. Hardly typical + treatment of an enemy of the Soviet state [under Stalin. + + Szmuness' biographer said that Wolf was always reluctant to + discuss "those dark years in Siberia." Maybe he wasn't in Siberia. + If he [actually] was, he certainly wasn't shoveling salt. + + In 1959 the Soviet government "allowed" him to practice in + Poland in a public health capacity. Standard policy in all + Communist countries is never to allow all members of a family to + travel out of the country to the West at the same time. + + This eliminates 98 percent of all defection attempts. I have + physician friends in Hungary, for example. He can go to a meeting + anywhere in the world if she stays home. She can go if he stays + home. They can both go if the children are left at home. But in + 1969, the entire Szmuness family was allowed by communist Poland to + go to a medical meeting in Italy. At that time they "defected" and + moved to New York City. + + WITH NO AMERICAN CREDENTIALS WHATSOEVER, he immediately got a + + Page 9 + + + + + + job as a "lab technician" at the New York City Blood Center. Within + a very few years this Polish immigrant was GIVEN HIS OWN LAB, a + separate department of epidemiology was created for him at the blood + bank and he, like the chrysalis turning into a butterfly, changed + into a FULL PROFESSOR OF EPIDEMIOLOGY AT THE COLUMBIA MEDICAL + SCHOOL! + + In six years this "lab tech" became a full professor AND THEN + WENT BACK TO MOSCOW for a scientific presentation and was received + as a dignitary, not a defector. + + We tell you this amazing story because in retrospect it is + obvious that Wolf Szmuness was a carefully groomed ... agent, + planted here after years of preparation, to instigate biological + warfare against the American people. + + + Szmuness, with the full cooperation and financial support of + the U.S. Center for Disease Control and the National Institutes of + Health,11 masterminded the hepatitis-B vaccine experimental program + used on homosexual men. + + He insisted that only young, promiscuous homosexuals be allowed + to participate in the experiment. The experiment started in New + York at the blood bank in November 1978. + + THE EXPERIMENTAL VACCINE WAS PRODUCED in a government + supervised laboratory.12 The study was completed in October 1979. + Within 10 years, most of these young men would be dead or dying from + AIDS. + + In 1980 the program was expanded to major cities all across the + U.S. In the fall of 1980 the first AIDS case was reported in San + Francisco. Eight years later most of the homosexuals in San + Francisco are infected, dead or dying. + + Szmuness did not live to see the fruition of this larger + experiment. He died of cancer in 1982. + + In 1986 Dr. Cladd Stevens, one of Szmuness's collaborators, + penned an astonishing report that did not make your local newspaper. + + She reported that the majority of the homosexuals in the + experimental program were infected with the AIDS virus.13 The AIDS- + laced vaccine, through the bridge of bisexual men, now infects as + many as three million Americans. Mission accomplished. + + AIDS was not the first germ warfare attack against Americans. + + In the early '60s, millions of unsuspecting Americans took + either Salk injected polio vaccine or the live Sabin polio vaccine, + which was taken by mouth. + + BOTH WERE LACED WITH S.V.-40, A CANCER-CAUSING MONKEY VIRUS.14 + + With an incubation period of 20 years, we are only now seeing + the grim results of this bio-attack against Americans, largely in + the form of brain tumors and leukemia. + + + Page 10 + + + + + + Salk didn't like the Sabin vaccine and Sabin didn't like the + Salk vaccine. I think they are both right. It is interesting to + note that polio was rapidly disappearing WITHOUT a vaccine (J. Trop. + Pediat, env. Child. Health 21, 11) .... + + Our Soviet enemies not only instigated the AIDS epidemic + through clandestine agents within our government, but they now + control, through the World Health Organization, the AIDS policies of + the free world. + + You are probably not aware that the international AIDS + prevention program of the World Health Organization (WHO) is run by + the Soviets. + + You don't believe it? Call WHO and ask them who is in charge + in Europe. If you want to save your nickel I'll tell you. He's a + Russian named Bysencho and he operates out of Copenhagen.... + + The Soviets control the response to AIDS of the entire free + world at many levels, including the top. Dr. Sergei Litvinov, + the coordinator of all task forces on AIDS at the WHO, is a high + official in the Soviet Ministry of Health. Allegedly Litvinov + gave out the order to our scientists and medical organizations in + the western world not to discuss the real cause of the epidemic. + + At a secret meeting (information supplied the author from a + confidential source) between the editors of Lancet, the highly + respected British medical publication, and a group of the leading + retrovirologists of the world, it was decided not to publish any + academic discussion about the possible artificial creation of the + AIDS virus in a laboratory. + + They particularly agreed not to make any mention of world- + renowned biologist Isaac Farlane Bernet's published remarks that + molecular biology may get out of hand like atomic physics and be + used for evil purposes and "practical applications of molecular + biology to cancer research might be sinister." + + Other medical journals such as Science and JAMA have + lockstepped with Lancet and put all references to the man-made + origins of AIDS down the memory hole. + + Did Comrade Litvinov have a little talk with the + retrovirologists? They, of course, wouldn't need any encouragement + from the Soviet [WHO] bosses to attempt a little coverup of their + own heinous crime, but Lancet, the British Medical Journal, and the + New England Journal of Medicine are another matter. + + It took some powerful and sinister forces indeed to get these + respected publications to cover up the crime of the millennium. + + The notable exception to this appalling censorship of mass + murder is Professor Harding Rains, Editor of the Journal of the + Royal Society of Medicine. Rains refers to "a conspiracy of + silence" covering the allegation that AIDS was man-made. I hope + Dr. Rains is watching his backside. + + Dr. Zhores Medvedev, unlike Bysencho and Litvinov, supposedly + is a Russian exile. Medvedev operates out of London at the National + + Page 11 + + + + + + Institute for Medical Research. He's a senior research scientist + who continues to communicate freely with his supposed enemies in the + Soviet biowarfare laboratories, but we lack the space to catalog all + the details [here]. + + Medvedev is spreading the disinformation that AIDS is rampant + in Russia due to the escape of the virus from a laboratory, a sort + of biological Chernobyl. + + This tends to divert suspicion away from Litvinov, Szmuness and + the other reds that President Nixon allowed to penetrate our + biological warfare laboratories at Fort Detrick, Maryland. + + Having the Soviets "control" the spread of AIDS in the West has + let to some interesting paradoxes. Our masters in the U.S. tell us + that there shall be absolutely no restrictions on travel between + various parts of the non-Communist world by persons who test + positive for AIDS. + + Surgeon General C.E. Koop supports this Soviet policy of + biological suicide. (Are those the instructions he received when he + made his trip to Moscow, where the WHO has set up its main AIDS + research center?) + + But, our Soviet masters in the WHO tell us, this open policy of + international travel does not apply to the communist bloc of + nations. If you or I were to visit Moscow and tested positive for + the AIDS virus, POW! -- out on the next plane! + + If they stay clean through their immigration policies and we + die because of the immigration policies imposed on us through the + U.N.-controlled World "Health" Organization, who needs atomic bombs + for world conquest? + + Cuba, Dr. John Seale informs me, has a strict asylum system for + the AIDS-infected. When their troops come back from "liberating" + Africans, they are tested as they get off the boat. + + If tested positive the soldier goes directly to hell -- + euphemistically called a sanitarium. He can visit his family + occasionally, but only in the presence of a commissar called a + "health official (no hanky-panky). + + Unless the West gets its act together and closes down the U.N. + genocide division called the WHO, freedom and decency will disappear + from planet Earth for a thousand years. But the problem goes much + deeper. + + How do you close down the U.S. government laboratories such as + the Centers for Disease Control (CDC), the National Institute of + Health (NIH) and the Fort Detrick bio-warfare lab when the + perpetrators of the crime are in control at all levels? + + I don't know the answer. ***** + + _________________________ + + + + + Page 12 + + + + + + 1 Project Whitecoat, to be published in Health Freedom News, + P.O. Box 688, Monrovia CA 91016/Subscription $20.00 per year. + + 2 Bad Blood, J.H. Jones, MacMillan, NY, 1982. + + 3 Common Cause Magazine, Jan./Feb. 1988. + + 4 First aids Report, March/April 1988. + + 5 Private communication, John Seale, M.D., 1988 + + 6 Ibid. + + 7 First International Conference on the Global Impact of aids, + London, March 8-10, 1988. + + 8 New Scientist, London, 5/19/88. + + 9 Science News, 133:100, 2/13/88. + + 10 Joklik, Virology, 2nd edition, pp. 36 ff. + + 11 AIDS and the Doctors of Death, Cantwell, Aries Rising Press, + Los Angeles,p.76. + + 12 Ibid. + + 13 Ibid. + 14 Salk/Sabin s.v.-40 Proc. Nat'l Acad. Sci., vol. 77, #8, + p. 4861, and Atlantic Monthly, 2/76. + + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + + If you have comments or other information relating to such topics as + this paper covers, please upload to KeelyNet or send to the Vangard + Sciences address as listed on the first page. Thank you for your + consideration, interest and support. + + Jerry W. Decker.........Ron Barker...........Chuck Henderson + Vangard Sciences/KeelyNet + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + If we can be of service, you may contact + Jerry at (214) 324-8741 or Ron at (214) 484-3189 + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Page 13 + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/aidtruth.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/aidtruth.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8fb81f8b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/aidtruth.hum @@ -0,0 +1,563 @@ +======================================================================= +This is the best brief article I have found dealing with the subject of AIDS. +There is no copyright, so please distribute it widely. + +The author, Gary North, ph.D., is president of the Institute for Christian +Economics. He has written a number of books including UNCONDITONAL SURRENDER: +GOD'S PROGRAM FOR VICTORY... BACKWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS... DOMINION AND +COMMON GRACE... and UNHOLY SPIRITS - OCCULTISM AND NEW AGE HUMANISM. His +organization publishes several newsletters including BIBLICAL ECONOMICS TODAY, +CHRISTIAN RECONSTRUCTION, DOMINION STRATEGIES, and COVENANT RENEWAL. + +For more information, write ICE, Box 8000, Tyler, TX 75711. +======================================================================= + + + The Plague Has Come at Last + by Gary North + +"Everybody knows that pestilences have a way of recurring in the world; yet +somehow we find it hard to believe in ones that crash down on our heads from a +blue sky. There have been as many plagues as wars in history; yet always +plagues and wars take people equally by surprise." -Albert Camus, THE PLAGUE +(1948) + +The time has come to fish or cut bait. Because of my concern for reprisals, I +have kept my mouth shut, or at least I have whispered, for too long. I even +turned down a national radio show interview last month on the topic. But +something happened to me a week ago that has changed my attitude. I am not +remaining quiet any longer. + +On the final weekend of February, I attended a conference. Because of +restrictions imposed by the organization, I am not allowed to mention its name. +This was a rule established in 1981, at the first meeting. It's not a secret +society; it's more of a publicity- shy group. The major "New Right" leaders in +the U.S. belong, and a lot of them were in attendance this time. + +There is no question what became the focus of attention: a special briefing on +AIDS. I don't think most of the attendees really knew what AIDS is all about +when they walked in. They were stunned when they walked out. So was I, and I +had heard most of it before. But not all of it. + +I can mention who one of the speakers was, since he has agreed: Gene Antonio. +Gene wrote THE AIDS COVERUP? (San Francisco: Ignatius Press, 1986), by far +the best researched and most frightening book on the topic. Subscribers to +FIRESTORM CHATS have already heard some of the information Antonio has. +Another speaker was a U.S. Congressman. + +Because of what I learned at that session, and because of two other public +developments that happened that weekend, I am going to put my reputation on the +line and "come out of the closet" myself--the "hear no evil, see no evil, speak +no evil" closet that the homosexual community has put us in. I am going to +lose some subscribers over this. I am also pulling the copyright. I want this +issue reprinted. + +A generation ago, French existentialist philosopher Albert Camus (caMOO) wrote +a grim novel, THE PLAGUE. The plot centered around a town in which a plague +had broken out. Would public health officials and politicians admit it in time +for people to flee, but in doing so admit defeat for the public health program, +or would they simply sit quietly and let the plague take its course? They did +the latter for far too long. Safety first. For the bureaucrats. + +That same decision now faces us again. Only we are not talking about a town +this time. We are talking about the whole world. There will be few places for +people to flee to. + +WILL THE PLAGUE BECOME OFFICIAL IN TIME? + +. . . . . small official notices had been put up about the town, though in +places where they would not attract much attention. It was hard to find in +these notices any indication that the authorities were facing the situation +squarely. The measures enjoined were far from Draconian and one had the +feeling that many concessions had been made to a desire not to alarm the +public. + +So wrote Camus in 1948. So writes North in 1987. But the plague I'm writing +about isn't fiction. It's real. It's here. + +On Sunday morning, March 1, a local radio station in the Miami area broadcast a +most remarkable program. The British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC) broadcast +a show dealing with AIDS. They opened their phone lines to the whole world. +Then they started giving the facts. The facts, if they do not change, are +going to restructure Western Civilization as nothing has in over 400 years. +But no one quite gets around to saying this. + +But what they do admit is bad enough. Before the disease has run its course, +world public health officials estimate, ABOUT ONE HUNDRED MILLION PEOPLE WILL +DIE FROM AIDS, WORLDWIDE. That figure was confirmed later that evening by +Surgeon General Koop on the Larry King television show. + +A hundred million people is as many people as those who died in all the wars +and concentration camps of the twentieth century (excluding China -- no one +knows how many died in China). I am using the estimate of Gil Elliot, +TWENTIETH CENTURY BOOK OF THE DEAD, Scribners, 1971, p. 1. But it will happen +in a little over a decade. + +At present, the number of those coming down with the third stage of the +disease, called full-blown AIDS, is doubling each year. The mathematical +precision is uncanny. The head of the public health department predicted to +Rev. Ed Rowe in 1985 the number of people who would die from AIDS in 1986. +His estimate was accurate TO THE MAN. + +VANITY FAIR is no doubt the most cleverly and accurately named magazine in the +U.S. (Vanity Fair was the city of hedonism in John Bunyan's 17th century +allegory, PARADISE LOST.) The March issue contains an article, "One By One." It +surveys AIDS's impact on New York City's artistic community. In every field -- +opera, dancing, music, painting, drama -- they have died. The deaths are +accelerating. + +But it goes far beyond the arts. It goes to the heart of the modern welfare +State: the health-care delivery system. The VANITY FAIR article cites Dr. +William Grace, chief of oncology (cancer) at St. Vincent's Hospital in New +York City. What he says is happening all over the country, but quietly -- for +the public has not yet begun to panic, and no official wants to be blamed: + +"Every ten to twelve months the number of AIDS patients doubles. Right now at +St. Vincent's, 45 medical beds -- of our 315 beds available -- are occupied by +AIDS patients, and most of these are middle-class patients, not the drug users +or others without medical coverage, who get sent to Bellevue. What happens +next year, when we have ninety patients? And 180 the year after that? In four +years we will have exhausted all the medical beds in New York." + +Read it again: "IN FOUR YEARS WE WILL HAVE EXHAUSTED ALL THE MEDICAL BEDS IN +NEW YORK." And what he admits for New York City is what faces every hospital in +the U.S. Dr. Grace is blunt: "I think AIDS is going to devastate the +American medical system." + +The National Academy of Sciences has released a study -- a CONSERVATIVE study +-- that estimates 270,000 cases of full-blown AIDS in 1991. There will also be +179,000 deaths from AIDS. Now, let's look at the number of beds in the U.S. +Gene Antonio's carefully researched book points out that there are 1,360,000 +hospital beds available. Of these, about three-quarters are occupied at any +given time. This leaves about 325,000 beds unoccupied. But as he points out, +not all of these beds are suitable for full-blown residents. The first 10,000 +patients who died from AIDS stayed an average of 167 days in the hospital +before they died. + +The actual outlay on each patient was $147,000. This means that it cost about +a billion and a half dollars to care for them before they died. This does not +count the loss of income associated with each person's death. It does not +count the taxes that will never be collected from them to fund the public +health, Medicare, Medicaid, and Social Security systems. + +If prices remain the same, which they won't, as hospitals approach 100% +occupancy -- and it cost about $150,000 per dying victim -- in 1991 it will +cost in the neighborhood of $40 billion just to house them before they die. + +In 1992, we will run out of available hospital beds. This means that when you +take a family member to stay in the hospital, you will either be sent away, or +be sent to a very expensive private hospital, or they will start stacking AIDS +victims up in minimal-care, crowded facilities. + +By then, many victims will be heterosexuals. + +But after 1991, it starts getting really serious. Unless a cure is found, or +for some reason the disease ceases to be lethal, the doubling process gets us. +Those infected today now number between three million and four million. The +incubation period, says Dr. Koop, is ten years. They don't know how many +people presently infected will actually get full-blown AIDS, but it may be as +high as half. It may be 100%, if we wait long enough. But the disease is +spreading fast. If it continues to double, 64 million Americans will be +infected by the end of 1990. If it slows to half the present rate, and does so +immediately, then "only" 15 million will be carriers in 1990. + +This is why the BBC reported that medical health officials expect that 10 +MILLION U.S. residents will die of AIDS by the year 2000. If we can keep the +cost per patient to $150,000, it will cost $1.5 TRILLION just to care for them +until they die. This does not count the permanent loss of jobs, skills, +productivity, and the widows who will be thrown into the system with a few +thousand dollars of life insurance -- assuming that in the year 2000, there +will be any private life insurance companies still in existence. + +The disease is not hitting elderly couples now on Medicare. It is hitting the +young. It is hitting those who are expected to finance the U.S. welfare +system. It is hitting those who expect to be supported by the State in their +"golden years." + +But this isn't front-page news. Iran is. Or the latest gossip from the White +House. + +The day it becomes front-page news, the West is going to have a revolution. It +will mark the end of the present statist, humanist, fist-in-God's-face road. + +In THE PLAGUE, the public authorities admitted a crises at the end of Part I of +the book. When will Part I of OUR "book" occur? + +KOOP'S CONDOM ARGUMENT HAS A HOLE IN IT + +Dr. Koop is preaching condoms for teenagers. He wants a huge sex education +program in the public schools. Here is the ultimate irony: the Christian +conservative is now promoting the one program above all others that +conservatives have fought for three decades: Federal sex education in the +schools. The Koop report could have been written by the Gay Liberation Task +Force on AIDS. Its solution is educational and technical, not moral and +religious. + +The only long-term solution is MORAL AND RELIGIOUS. We are not saved by +knowledge. For three decades we have seen that sexual promiscuity increases +with every sex education program introduced into the public schools. +Conservatives have been yelling about this the whole time. Now, I fear, they +will remain silent, and a full-scale sex education program with no holds barred +will be given to our children. + +Not MY children. They are in a private school, and that's where they are going +to stay. There is going to be a panic soon. When stories begin to get out +about the AIDS plague in the local high schools and junior high schools, THERE +IS GOING TO BE A WILD EXODUS FROM THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS. You KNOW I'm right. All +talk about "white flight" will end; regardless of race, color, or national +origin, THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS ARE GOING TO BE ABANDONED. It will begin to happen +in waves, all over the country. The bureaucrats should know it's coming. They +will be desperate. The humanist left's major institution of middle-class +indoctrination is going to perish. I think it will happen before the +mid-1990's. + +I suggest that if you have your children in a private school that the +headmaster demand a blood test from all students 12 or over, at the beginning +of each school year. Eventually, this will be expected. When the exodus +begins, private schools will have to defend their students from outside +contamination. We are talking about a plague, not the measles. + +Dr. Koop wants us to teach eighth graders about the proper use of condoms. +Baloney! We need to get our children educated about moral behavior, +faithfulness, sexual restraint, and the horrendous risks to life if they +violate these standards. Koop has become a kind of bureaucratic condom +himself: preaching a prophylactic solution to a world facing a religious +crisis. He has betrayed his trust. As a Christian, he has so far missed the +key assignment of his career. No other Surgeon General in U.S. history has +ever had the limelight focused on him, and he has become the agent of the +conservatives' mortal enemies. If you thought Siecus was a threat, consider +Dr. Koop's recommended program. + +Look, PEOPLE DON'T USE CONDOMS WHEN KISSING. The Centers for Disease Control +announced on January 11, 1985, that "There is a risk of infecting others by ... +exposure of others through oral-genital contact or intimate kissing" (cited by +Antonio, p. 108). Is Koop crazy? No, Koop is simply a faithful +representative of a morally corrupt and scared medical and governmental +bureaucracy. He fears taking the needed message to the people. He fears +public controversy more than he fears God. WE NEED A PROPHET, NOT A PUBLIC +RELATIONS AGENT FOR CONDOMS. + +But his gospel is having economic effects. Stocks in condom manufacturing +companies have doubled or tripled. But Koop is being unfaithful to the God he +worships and the community he serves. He has retreated into medical techniques +as the nation's haven of safety. It will not work. + +First, people refuse to use them. By the time they are scared enough to begin, +it will be too late. AIDS is an incredible killer. A single virus -- or lenti +(slow) virus -- invades the victim's cell, passes the genetic material to it, +and then the victim's own body does the rest. The cells multiply, replicating +through the victim's body. The immunity system is rendered ineffective. And +in those rare cases where the victims survive the loss of immunity, THE AIDS +VIRUS ATTACKS THE BRAIN. DEMENTIA IS THE RESULT. + +Ed Rowe cites the only scientific study of condoms as a defense device. Of +those couples using condoms, where one was infected, the other was infected in +one out of six of the couples in the test. As Rowe says, this is the +equivalent of playing Russian roulette with one bullet in the chamber. Of +those who did not use condoms, five out of six transmitted it. This is Russian +Roulette with five bullets out of six -- far worse odds, but is it worth your +life to rely on condoms? (FIRESTORM CHATS subscribers will receive my +interview with Rowe in a few weeks.) + +I agree entirely with Phyllis Schlafly's open letter to Dr. Koop. He must +publicly come out in favor of sexual abstinence until marriage. Nothing else +will work. Nothing else has a chance. Our children will die unless they +abandon sexual promiscuity. The sexual revolution, unless reversed, will kill +them. Koop is betraying his trust -- as a physician, as a Christian, and as +the top medical spokesman of the Federal government. He was the only public +official picked by President Reagan as a gesture to placate the Christian vote, +and now Dr. Koop has turned to medical solutions that cannot do more than +DELAY THE DEATH SENTENCE for millions of teenagers. He is betraying his +calling. No public health official in U.S. history has ever had such a +responsibility. None has been the key figure at the beginning of a plague. +Yet he can only recommend condoms. + +THERE IS NO SAFE SEX ANY MORE. There is SOMEWHAT SAFER SEX inside the marriage +relationship, and nowhere else. + +Here we find Dr. Koop, a vocal Christian, recommending condoms. HE IS +SENTENCING YOUNG PEOPLE TO DEATH. They may believe him, and if they do, they +will die. There is only one answer, at best: monogamy. He should be telling +them that they are risking death if they try sex at all before marriage, and +only in marriage after blood tests. I say tests, because a new AIDS virus, +called LAV-2, has now appeared that does not show up in the present AIDS blood +test. + +The problem with AIDS is that the virus mutates rapidly. Any defense against +it is thwarted by the rapidly evolving virus. + +An EVOLVING virus: what a perfect means of bringing the age of Darwinian +self-confidence to an end! God has a sense of humor. + +GUERILLA TACTICS + +At the briefing, one of the speakers related an unforgettable story. It's a +true story. It was reported a few weeks ago in Ft. Worth, Texas. A young +married man was propositioned by a good looking woman. He hadn't been a +swinger, but he decided to take advantage of a special situation. When he +awoke the next morning, the girl was gone. On the mirror, she had written a +message in lipstick: "Welcome to the world of AIDS." + +He went for testing. He tested positive. Almost certainly, he will die from +AIDS. Only somewhat less certainly, so will his wife. + +There are thousands of AIDS victims who know they are going to die within 24 +months. Some of them are resentful. ENVY IS DOMINANT. They have decided to +bring down the "straights", not because they can gain anything by the pain of +others, but simply because they want to destroy them. + +In New York City, 10% of the AIDS victims are women. Surveys indicate that 80% +of women with bisexual husbands are unaware of this fact (TIME, Feb. 16, p. +52). Wives who trust their husbands had better have husbands worth trusting, +and vice versa. Their lives depend on it. + +Then come blood bank donations. According to Congressman Dannemeyer, there is +a rule against allowing intravenous drug users from donating blood to public +blood banks. These people supply about 17% of all AIDS-contaminated blood. +There is no restriction against donations from homosexuals, who supply 83% of +the AIDS-contaminated blood. Gays are asked voluntarily to refrain from giving +blood if they SUSPECT that they might be carriers. As he said, "If gray-eyed +people were found to carry AIDS, they would not be allow to donate blood. They +have no powerful lobby in Washington." + +An outraged homosexual need only give blood to exact envious revenge against +the straight community. Nothing is being done to protect the straights. The +straights have no lobby to protect them. Yet. + +If it takes a political revolution to get such a lobby, then this nation will +experience a political revolution within three or four years. The backlash is +coming, on a scale so massive that today's liberals cannot comprehend it (and +probably will not survive it -- not if they remain liberals), and today's +conservatives, hiding in their closets, afraid to speak out to defend +themselves or this civilization, will not be in there much longer. + +I'm getting out of my closet with this issue. We are under siege. The +homosexuals didn't create this plague; God did. But they are the primary +distributors. + +Of course, it is really a waste of time to get angry with them. They won't be +around much longer. A decade from now, they will all be dead. There will be +no gay lobby because there will be no male gays. (The irony of all this is +that the one group that is probably safest is the lesbian community.) But we +must recognize what we face. The disease will be here in a decade because +judgment has come. + +All over the country, physicians are personally donating their own blood before +they submit themselves to an operation. This is being done quietly. I spoke +to a surgeon about this recently, and he confirmed it. The Red Cross and other +blood centers used to discourage this practice -- too much paperwork. But for +an extra fee, they do permit this arrangement. + +If your are considering surgery, this is a must. If you belong to a +conservative church, try to get other members with your blood type, or +universal donors (type O) to donate for you. Blood donating for other members +will become a major aspect of church charitable giving from now on. But +understand, this is no sure-fire answer; it simply reduces risks. The AIDS +plague will be in the churches soon enough. + +The hospitals refuse to segregate AIDS patients from others. Former nurse +Candice Comstive testified to the Houston City Council on Sept. 25, 1985. She +had been fired from her job at the Memorial City Medical Center. She had been +employed in the cancer wing. They assigned her AIDS patients without telling +her that's what they were suffering from. Those without infections but +carriers of the AIDS lentivirus were not isolated. The patients were not +confined to their rooms. + +"I had one AIDS patient in January, 1985, who was placed on "STRICT ISOLATION". +He was in the kitchen at 7:30 a.m. pouring himself coffee, which was not +unusual. I suggested he return to his room, and with that he turned and +vomited on me and the kitchen as well. I changed into "scrubs" and returned to +my assignment of patients for the day. An unsuspecting "house-cleaning" +employee with mop in hand cleaned up the mess left on the cabinets and floor." + +They had no designated rooms for AIDS patients in the hospital. You will love +this: "Rooms at the end of the hall used for AIDS patients are also used by +pediatric patients." + +She was fired. She was also told that "they did not think I would be able to +find work in any hospital, though, because AIDS is being treated in the same +manner all over. Nurses elsewhere have verbally validated that statement." +(Antonio, pp. 150-52). + +Nurses are becoming the heroines of this story. Hospital administrators and +physicians are the gutless villains. And you and I are the potential victims. + +INSECTS + +They keep telling us that the disease can be transmitted only by sexual +contact. How do they know? They say that mosquitos carry it, but they do not +transmit it. How do they know? Ed Rowe made this observation. To test the +validity of the theory regarding insect transmission they need an infected +person, an insect to bite him, and a volunteer who does not have the disease +who will allow the insect to bite him. IF THE TEST PROVES POSITIVE, THE +VOLUNTEER IS ALMOST CERTAINLY GOING TO DIE. They have had no volunteers, so +far. + +The prestigious British medical journal, LANCET, published this report two +years ago (Feb. 16, 1985): + +There is little evidence for homosexual activity among African AIDS patients +and seriopositive subjects. In Africa HTLV-III (the AIDS lentivirus - G.N.) +appears to be transmitted through heterosexual contact or exposure to blood +through insect bites or scarification. ... (Cited by Antonio, THE AIDS +COVER-UP?, p. 72.) + +If it turns out that mosquitos can transmit it, then you and I are in the hands +of God. + +An Associated Press report last August revealed the following: + +PARIS (AP) -- Insects contaminated with the AIDS virus have been found in two +African nations, but there is no evidence that they pose a threat to humans, a +leading French researcher said Tuesday, Aug. 26, 1986. Most of the 80 +mosquitoes, cockroaches, ant-lions, tsetse flies and other insects tested from +Zaire and the Central African Republic were infected with the deadly virus, +said Dr. Jean-Claude Chermann of the Pasteur Institute. + +Having announced this, Chermann then took the Camus road to a calm public: +"There is no way of transmission to humans by mosquitoes or other insects." +Scientists are usually very guarded with their language. They use qualifying +phrases, such as "at the present time, we believe..." and "There is no +clear-cut positive research indicating..." This enables them to cover their +professional backsides if counter-evidence is discovered. It also allows them +to ask for more research money. But in this case, Chermann was certain - +CERTAIN THAT IF HE ALLOWED THE PUBLIC TO DRAW OBVIOUS CONCLUSIONS FROM WHAT HE +HAS DISCOVERED, HE MIGHT CAUSE A WORLDWIDE PANIC. So he said that the obvious +is not possible. + +Antonio, in a paper released after his book, refers to studies of African +children. Over 15% of small children in the high AIDS regions of central +Africa have been infected, and researchers believe bedbugs are the +transmitters. As I told Antonio when he told me this: "Sleep tight. Don't +let the bedbugs bite!" ("Taint funny, McGee," as Molly used to say.) + +Dr. Mark Whiteside and Dr. Carolyn MacLeod, researchers at the Institute of +Tropical Medicine in Miami, Florida, discovered evidence that AIDS was being +transmitted by mosquitos in the town of Belle Glade, Florida (Antonio, p. +106). They presented their findings as early as April of 1985, but little +coverage was given to them. + +One public health official later broke a gag order from his superiors and went +to the press about the Belle Glade crisis. Gus Sermos was (at the time) a +public health official from the Atlanta Centers for Disease Control Assigned to +Florida. He was abruptly moved from his post when he challenged CDC's position +that environmental factors had nothing to do with AIDS there. The community +has a high percentage of NIR: Not Identifiable Risk. He testified before the +state legislature in early January, 1986. + +In 1986, an official with the county health organization of Houston said that +he believes that mosquitos transmit AIDS. In 1987, he was fired. Camus was on +target. + +Dr. James Slaff of the National Institutes of Health reports that the AIDS +virus can stay alive outside the body for several days, unlike most other +retroviruses. It can survive for up to a week in a dried-out tube or petri +dish (LANCET, Sept. 28, 1985). Later studies indicate that the beasties +survive for 10 days (Journal of the American Medical Association Medical News, +22/29 Nov. 1985, p. 2866; cited in Antonio, P. 111.) Six months later, the +Pasteur Institute said it survived for over 15 days at room temperature (p. +112). + +But what does the Federal government say? In 1986, Dr. Robert Redfield, who +is with the Department of Virus Diseases of the Walter Reed Army Institute of +Research, wrote a report for Abbott Laboratories in which he assured us, "The +virus is fragile outside the human host and appears to be easily killed by +detergents, hand soaps, alcohols, hydrogen peroxide, phenolics, and sodium +hypochloride. High and low pH and an exposure to high temperatures will +inactivate or kill it." + +But it can survive at room temperature if someone coughs, and remain dormant +for over two weeks. A real "fragile" disease. + +What is fragile is the government's sense of calm, and its public image of +being fully in control. + +LIFETIME CONTAGION + +Other epidemics could be controlled by quarantine. They came fast, and they +went fast. The exception was tuberculosis. Now, horrifyingly, this dread +disease is returning as a side-effect of AIDS. + +How can you quarantine a hundred million people? You can't execute them, yet +this is the only means of removing the first cousin of the AIDS lentivirus +which attacks sheep. + +You simply wait. And pray. And take steps to reduce the likelihood of your +family's contracting the disease. But the problem is, pandemics reach a stage +called CRITICAL MASS. At some point, the disease leaps the normal transmission +barriers and spreads far beyond. This may not happen with AIDS. Yet it may. + +In Texas, there have been 2,000 people with full-blown AIDS. So far, 1,300 +have died (62%). By 1991, state health officials estimate there will be +16,000. It will be 60,000 by 1996. The plague is here. The world will +eventually panic. When it does, who will be ready with answers? Which group +will pick up the pieces? + + +THE END + +======================================================================= + +This article was reprinted from Gary North's REMNANT REVIEW, Vol. 14, No. 5, +March 6, 1987. It also appeared in The Counsel of Chalcedon, April-May, 1987. + +For more information on this subject, read the following books. They are +probably available at a Christian bookstore near you, or you can order them +from The Counsel of Chalcedon for the indicated donation amount from the +address below: + +THE AIDS COVER-UP? The Real and Alarming Facts About Aids by Gene Antonio +($25) + +HOMOSEXUALITY: A Biblical View by Greg Bahnsen ($20) + +THE AIDS EPIDEMIC, A Citizen's Guide to Protecting your Family and Community +from the Gay Plague by Lawrence E. Lockman ($15) + +The address is: + +The Counsel of Chalcedon 3032 Hacienda Court Marrieta, GA 30066 + +By the way, a subscription to The Councel of Chalcedon newsletter, one of the +best Christian newsletters available, is $15 a year. + + -------------------- + +Also, the following cassette tape series by Joseph C. Morecraft, III, +pastor of the Chalcedon Presbyterian Church, Atlanta, is available: + +Homosexuality & AIDS I (I Corinthians 6:9-11) +Homosexuality & AIDS II (Deut. 28:15-22; Rev. 6:7-8) +How God Removes Dross From a Culture (Isaiah 1:18-26) + +This set of crucial messages can be ordered for $12 from: + +Multi-Media Ministries +P. O. Box 28358 +Atlanta, GA 30358 + + -------------------- + +An interview with Gene Antonio, author of THE AIDS COVER-UP?, source of much of +the information in this article, is available on cassette tape for a donation +of $10 (I think) from: + +Focus on the Family +Box 500 +Arcadia, CA 91006 + +======================================================================= + + AIDS1.TXT + + This article was reproduced in text file form by Bob Nance, SYSOP + for the DOMINION Conference + NEWLIFE Christian BBS + a 24 hour Bulletin Board System in Clarksdale, MS + 601-627-5582 + Please share it freely with everyone you can. Thanks... 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She was kind of small, and round--I don't mean she was fat; I mean +there were rounded corners to her, nice soft curves everywhere you looked. +She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watch forever. Sad +green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red mouth. Her hair was +brown and straight, but curled under at the shoulder. No sharp edges +anywhere. When she first came to the school, I thought she'd cause a riot. +New glands weren't strong enough for the strain of watching her sway back +and forth down the hall. I remember the time she was wearing a wrap-around +skirt one windy day as she walked past the athletic field. Three guys at +football drowned in their own hormones. +Even her name was great--Alicia. The last name wasn't so great: Morgenstern. +Alicia...Morgenstern. Oh well. On a spring day, hanging out with the guys, +all you had to do was sigh, "Alicia," and they all knew what you meant. + +Anyway, when Mrs. Morgenstern asked me to paint her kitchen, the money was +all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Alicia, but I had +conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nights of aching need +had left me a little older and more cynical. I never expected anything to +happen between her and me. + +I came to their house in my shorts and T-shirt. (One of the great things +about doing odd jobs is you have an excuse to walk around in people's nice +houses dressed like a slob.) Mrs. Morgenstern was just getting ready to +leave for an Open House across town--she was a real estate agent which was +keeping the money coming in--Mr. Morgenstern had gone some years earlier; I +never asked how. +"By the way," she said over her shoulder, "Alicia will be helping you." +I shouldn't have been surprised. By the pay I mentioned earlier, you could +tell Mrs. Morgenstern was on the cheap side. She was getting Alicia to help +to make sure I came in under 25 dollars. +Almost on cue, Alicia came into the hall in cut-offs and a T-shirt and a +white painter's cap I bet she bought just for that day. She even had her +hair down, neatly brushed & shiny. She really didn't think she was going to +get any paint on herself. I heaved a sigh, silently hoped she'd screw things +up enough so it would cost $25 anyway, and set to work. + +I worked on the ceiling and she worked on the lower cabinets. I pretended +it was to save her from straining herself, but the real reason was to watch +her bending over. I wasn't concentrating at all, and I had to clean up +mistakes more than once. Alicia was feeling pretty saucy, and teased me +about my sloppiness and her own impeccable work. She wasn't getting any +paint on herself either, after all. I was getting badly tempted to put some +on her. +For a moment I sensed something going on behind me. I turned around and she +was pretending to paint my rear end with a roller. +"I'm fixing your face," she said. +I reached over with my brush and swatted her on her little nose. She yelped +as if she had been bitten. "Get it off!" she cried. +"Relax, it's just a little paint." +"Get it off! It's going to hurt my nose!" +I wet a towel in the sink and carefully wiped off her nose. She was pouting +like a hurt little child. "Is that better?" +For an answer, she grinned like a wolf and hit me full in the face with a +loaded paintbrush. + +After about three hours (only $9!) I had to admit that we were done. We got +everything together and took it into the backyard to wash out. +They had a big backyard with high walls--at least 8 feet--and a patio, and +a lawn with soft green grass, warmed by the summer sun. We took the garden +hose and rinsed out the painting tools, and then our hands (and face). I +gave Alicia the hose and watched her wash the one bit of paint she got on +herself, on the inside of her thigh. +"Can I help you with that?" I grinned. +She stopped, and slowly started to raise her head. By the time I saw that +grin again on her face, I realized I had made a tactical error by giving her +the hose. +"Don't...you...dare." +She stalked toward me with the water pistol, looking just like a murderess +stalking her prey. +"Don't...even...think it." +She giggled in an evil way and kept walking toward me. I got the idea I +could wrestle the "gun" out of her hand. +Bad idea. +I got it in the face for the second time that day. I tried grabbing the hose +from her again, then finally made a retreat. +"You better not let me get ahold of that hose, sister," I said as threateningly +as I could. But I couldn't help smiling, either at the thought of what I was +going to do to her, or at the expression on her face. She still had that +wicked smile, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Such a doll face, +such an evil smile! +I "rushed" her and got soaked, but this time I got ahold of her wrist. (I +think I grabbed something else for a moment, but I'm not sure.) She curled +up into a ball, trying to keep me from getting control of the "gun." She +didn't dare press the handle in that position. Perfect. I crouched over +her, slowly moving my grip up to her hand. "No, no, please don't," she +half laughed, half squealed. I reached her hand and closed her fingers over +the handle. The stream of water shot her square in the stomach. +She put up with it for three whole seconds, screaming at the top of her lungs, +before she dropped the hose and ran. I picked up the hose and soaked her +good just as she got around the corner of the house. +This went on, back and forth, as the game got "dirtier and dirtier," ambushing +each other, wrestling (with the hose getting less and less attention), until +I had her cornered. "No, please don't, please, I'll do anything," she pleaded, +laughing so hard she was almost crying. I stalked her, playing the mock +rapist, holding the hose suggestively at waist-level...then I stopped. +I couldn't believe it! Her hair was dry! After all that, her hair was still +perfectly combed, and not a drop of water on it! +Slowly, menacingly, I advanced toward her, unscrewing the "gun" from the +hose. My God, what evil deed did the mad rapist have in store for his victim? +Alicia stood there in the corner, beside herself with laughter, and yet now +almost a little afraid of my expression. I stalked toward her, closer, +closer... +...gently lifted the hose over her head and let the water pour down on her, +ruining in a moment her beautiful hairdo. She stood there, ready to burst +either with laughter or tears, I don't know which...I was laughing. +The release of that moment was tremendous. Everything changed. I stood +there, still holding the hose, watching the water pour over her head,her +shoulders, her breasts...lovely round breasts... +Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed in rapture as she let the water wash +over her. I stood very close to her, really noticing everything for the +first time; how the water sparkled in the sun, how it flowed over her shoulders +down to her breasts, where her nipples showed through the soaking wet fabric; +her soft, golden legs, little drops of water gleaming on her skin; +her round, angel face, with such an expression of enjoyment; +her bright green eyes, now looking into mine. +I moved the hose down to the back of her neck, the water pouring in a sheet +across her shoulders and down her back, over her lovely ass. She arched +her back, pressing herself against me. Very softly, I touched her lips with +mine, slowly kissing her more and more deeply, pressing against her, letting +her feel how hard I was for her. She wanted to feel it. She met the +force of my body with her own, letting me feel every part of her softness +against me. I let the water pour down between us, feeling the delicious +warm flow lubricating us, but not cooling the heat. +I put the mouth of the hose against her nipple and the water squirted up into +our faces. Laughing, I stepped back and moved the hose back and forth over +her, letting the water play over her body, watching the different directions +it ran down. Alicia looked at me, her angel eyes filled with such lust. +She bit her lower lip...or did she say something to me? +I stepped forward again and unbuttoned her cut-offs, then let the water trickle +down inside. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking across each other +playfully. She reached around me and pulled off my T-shirt, then stepped +away so I could get a better look at her as she peeled off her own top, +never for a moment taking her eyes off me. Her tits were round yet slightly +pointed, reminding me almost of Hershey's Kisses, with the little round tips +of her nipples. I went to her, then down on my knees and took one of her +breasts in my mouth, sucking in as much as I could. She bent slightly to +meet my kiss, letting a little cry escape from her throat. My tongue swirled +around her little nipple, then to the other one, back and forth, Alicia +squirming more and more. Loking up at her, I saw her face turned up toward +the sun, basking in the warmth above and below. She bit her lip again, but +I seemed sure she was saying something under her breath. +I took the hose and stood up again, and took her in my arms. I reached +behind and lifted the edge of one leg of her cut-offs, and slipped the hose +up inside, between her legs. +She put her arms around my shoulder and nuzzled her face against my neck, +pushing back against the streaming water, feeling it gush against her pussy +and between the cheeks of her ass. I watched her hips moving slowly,obscenely +in little circles, and the water dripping out of her pants, and started +feeling very thirsty. She ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of my +ear and whispered something. This time I heard what she said. +She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock. She took it in both +hands and started stroking up and down. +She pulled the hose out of her shorts and got down on her knees. She took +the hose in her mouth and started going up and down on it, licking it around +the opening. She was going crazy--and so was I, just watching her. She took +a bit of water in her mouth and then went down on my cock. The feeling was +incredible. She held her lips tight around me as she slid my cock in and +out of her mouth, swirling the water around with her tongue until she +swallowed and sucked the water off my stiff dick. +"Don't come yet," she said. +"I'm trying not to." +She slid her tongue up and down, then poured water over my dick as it lay on +her tongue. I couldn't believe I was watching this doll face, ready +to swallow my cock whole. She pulled my shorts the rest of the way down, +then rolled onto the grass and peeled off her own cut-offs. I watched her as +she rolled around on the soft grass, moaning with lust, both of us ready to +explode. She wrapped the hose around her like it was a snake, pulling it +between the cheeks of her ass, over her pussy, and up to her mouth. She +rocked her hips back & forth, rubbing it between her legs. +I went to her and knelt beside her on the warm soft grass. I could feel +my stiff cock waving in the air as if looking for something to go into. I +took the hose from Alicia and let the water pour over her, reminding me of +syrup pouring over a stack of pancakes. I let the water trickle onto her +clit. She rocked her hips up & down as the water splashed onto her pussy. +I moved between her legs, and still letting the water pour on her, I moved my +dick back and forth, matching her rhythm so the tip touched the folds of her +pussy, then deeper and deeper with each stroke, so that before either of us +knew it we were fucking in the soft wet grass, my cock moving in and out to +meet each thrust of her hips. I bent down to nibble and suck on her lovely +tits. Alicia cupped them in her hands, lifting them up to my mouth so that +I could suck on them more. The speed of our fucking increased, then slowed, +as we enjoyed every inch of the pleasure we gave each other, then sped up +again as our animal lust took control. I felt I was in a dream. I had +watched this beautiful girl from afar, had her in my fantasies, and now it +was really happening; I was fucking my sweet Alicia in the soft summer grass +in her back yard. +The moment came rushing upon us. She wrapped her legs around my back and held +me tightly as I pushed all the way into her then stayed there. We kissed +long and deeply as I felt myself shooting inside of her, the lips of her pussy +contracting around me as if to milk me dry. +We lay in the sun together, perfectly content, kissing and stroking each other +lovingly, gently. Eventually we got up, turned off the hose (the yard was +a swamp by then) and went inside. While our clothes were in the dryer, we +showered together to get the grassy smell out of ourselves, while we discovered +the pleasures soapy water and bath oil could bring. +An hour later we sat contentedly on the sofa, Alicia's hair perfect once +again, watching TV when Mrs. Morgenstern finally came back. She was amazed +at how good a job we had done. "Everything's so neat and clean--not a speck +of paint anywhere!" +"We cleaned up very thoroughly," I said. Alicia & I gave each other a grin +behind her mother's back. +"How long did it take?" asked Mrs. Morgenstern as she opened her purse. +"Oh, it only took--" +"--Five hours," Alicia said. "We would've finished sooner, but I kept messing +up--he had to fix all my mistakes." +I looked at Alicia, letting her know with my eyes what kind of a present she +was going to get from me. If she thought she had a good time today, just wait +till next time. +"So that's 15 dollars," Mrs. Morgenstern said. "Oh, here--25 dollars. I +really couldn't keep it from you--not after the *wonderful* job you did!" +She looked at the kitchen as if she were viewing a painting. "You're quite +a handyman. We have to find more jobs for you to do around here--I have to +get you in this house as often as possible!" +"I sure hope so!" I said. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/allwant.mag b/textfiles.com/sex/allwant.mag new file mode 100644 index 00000000..07959804 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/allwant.mag @@ -0,0 +1,351 @@ + + ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» + º GETTING ALL YOU WANT º + º º + º By º + º Roger Victor º + ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ + + EDITOR'S NOTE: THE FOLLOWING WILL NO DOUBT ANGER MANY OF OUR + WOMEN READERS AS WELL AS SOME MEN. WHEN YOU GET SO ANGRY YOU + REFUSE TO READ ANY FURTHER, PLEASE JUMP TO THE LAST PAGE AND + READ OUR OFFER. + + All you want of what? Come on! You know what I'm + talking about, the thing that most of us spend every waking + hour thinking about when we aren't getting all we want. + I'm talking about the one thing that women have a one + hundred percent monopoly on. And don't they know how to use + it to get what they want? As the old country song says, they + learn it in the cradle. They tease us, threaten us, deny us, + bribe us, and get us to act like cretins and idiots before + they hand it out in small batches. + Most of us men will do almost anything to get it. + We'll lie, steal, pay, and even promise to love the little + darlings. + Now unless you're rich, or so handsome that Greek Gods + hide when you walk by, there is only one way you will ever + come close to getting all you want. + You have to have a wife. + That's the deal men made for thousands of years. + We brought home the meat, fought off the wolves, plowed the + fields, and held the ladies when they were scared, all so + that when the cooking fire burned down, we'd get access to + the treasure cave. The girls didn't just furnish loving + either. They cooked our food, sewed our clothes, chewed + leather to make our moccasins, and generally made themselves + handy all day long. + I've never known a bachelor who was getting all he + wanted. I certainly never did during those times in my life + when I didn't have a wife. The feminine libbers like to call + it prostitution these days, but call it what you like, most + husbands paid well. Perhaps, they paid too damn well. + Men didn't like to come home to find the creature with + whom they wanted to roll on the ground too exhausted to move + because she had spent the day scraping deer hides, stirring + the mastodon stew, or pounding the clothes on a rock to get + them clean. The answer was a credit card, a gas stove, a + stainless steel pressure cooker, and automatic washers. All + the sweetheart really had to do was to push the buttons on + the dishwasher, run a vacuum cleaner across the floor, throw + the clothes in the Maytag, pop dinner in the microwave, and + get ready to make hubby's day as soon as he came home. + Leave it to Eve. She kicked herself out of paradise. + She got the idea that loverboy was having nothing but a good + time all those hours he was out making a living so she + decided she wanted a career too. + Instead of looking on men as great guys who did so much + for a woman just so he could get a bit of loving, they + suddenly decided we were oppressors, the people keeping them + from discovering their true selves. + Look what we have now, a real war between the sexes. + If you are an educated American male between the ages of + twenty-five and sixty, if you went to college, and if you + work with brains instead of brawn, there is an eighty-three + per cent chance you're not getting all you want, even if you + have a wife. + You're spending hours in singles bars pretending you're + the "new" male; you're changing diapers and washing the + dishes after you've cooked the meal; you're learning how to + cry; and you're watching TV reruns alone because your wife's + out of town on a business trip. You may not even be reading + this in your own home because the current woman in your life + won't let you keep "sexist trash and pornography" in the + place. Whether you're married or single, the *new* woman has + got you jumping through hoops in so many different directions + that some of you are opting out, learning to live without any + of it at all. + Isn't it about time you stopped worrying about what + women want, and started to think about what you want? + Most men have pretty damn simple wants, a stomach full + of tasty food, a place to put our feet up in the evening, and + all the loving we can handle. + So, how do you do it, how do you get all you want? + The answer is so damn simple, it's surprising more of + you haven't figured it out. + + YOU GET A HOUSEWIFE! + + The word is housewife, like helpmate, a woman who + accepts you as the supplier of the good life and thanks you + for being that by giving you all you want--a woman who cooks + your food, washes your clothes, takes care of the kids, and + crawls in beside you every night. + I'll bet you thought that wonderful creature didn't + exist any more. Your wrong, they are not extinct. But they + don't hang around the places the average modern American male + lives. + Whether you're a twenty-two year old just drawing your + first pay check, a thirty-five year old that's about to + renounce sex forever rather than risk one more put down, or a + forty-five year old with a divorce settlement that makes the + sex his wife handed out for fifteen years the most expensive + thing he ever bought, there is a woman out there who can make + you a good housewife, if you know where to look. + You are not going to find that woman in the senior + class at the local university. You won't find her in the + corps of junior executives in the corporation you work for, + nor at the country club your folks belong to. She won't be + waiting for you in a bar where the drinks start at $5.50 a + shot. If you're young and you grew up in a middle, or upper + income family in the United States, there is a good chance + you have never met the kind of woman that makes a good + housewife. + If you want a housewife, you'll have to find a woman + who is living such a miserable life that she'll grab the + chance of cooking your meals, cleaning the house, spending + your money, and playing cotton tail in bed at night just to + get out of the mess she hates. + For thousands of years, women gladly jumped at becoming + a housewife because that was a hell of a lot better life than + anything else they might do. + Now days, the modern, college educated, American women + sees herself as having a lot of other options that she thinks + are better. + So where do you find a woman who doesn't have those + options. Here's a few suggestions where you can start + looking. + + THE AMERICAN POOR + + There are thousands of women working in jobs that pay + minimum wage with no prospects for moving up the salary + scale. They are not working because they like their career, + they're working because they will go hungry if they don't. + Most of them have been working since they were teenagers in + drudge jobs that leave them dragging their ass back home to + small apartments and tasteless meals. They are the women + that never saw the inside of a disco, who read the funny + papers and romance novels, not THE SATURDAY REVIEW nor the + Sunday edition of the NEW YORK TIMES. + That's right, one way to find the perfect housewife is + to slide a few steps down the social ladder. Look for a + woman who never went to college, and maybe didn't even get a + chance to finish high school. Go hunting for a poor thing + who will be only too happy to get pulled up a ladder she + never thought she could climb. + Make sure she understands what the bargain is when you + find her. You want a housewife that will stay a housewife, + that will stay home with the kids figuring out ways to make + tasty but economical meals, patching the hole in your sock + instead of throwing the pair in the wastebasket. + I'll admit that with the joys of the American education + system, the poor young ladies are much rarer than they used + to be. But there are still some of them out there. All you + have to do is look. Belief me, they will be happy you found + them. + But where do you look for them? + You can't hunt deer in Central Park and you can't catch + fish in the bathtub. If you want to find a woman that will + happily sign up as a housewife, you'll have to go to the + kinds of places they gather. + One place to look is the small cities and rural towns + of America. For every run-a-way from Minnesota that ends up + selling it on Times Square, there are a hundred more back + home still keeping it as a private stock and dreaming about a + prince charming who doesn't have black grime under his finger + nails and won't insist that she keep working at her job as a + waitress or a construction crew flag girl so he can afford a + six pack every evening. + Save the money you would have spent on a Club Med + vacation, and drive up for a weekend to one of the rural + towns of the state you live in, not one of the places the + tourist all go, but someplace where everybody, especially the + women, know that a male stranger is in town. + Take a summer vacation in the mid-west or one of the + mountain States. Forget about the girls sitting at the bar, + or eating in the fancy restaurant. Talk to the waitress, the + girl checking out groceries, the counter girl at the motel, or + the meter maid putting a parking ticket on your car. + You may not even have to go that far from your own + home. Most big cities have working class neighborhoods where + parents often don't have the money to send their children to + college. Instead of sitting at home watching the Celtics + play basketball, take in a high school game in the part of + town where the fathers all carry lunch boxes off to work + every day. + The secret is making it clear from the very beginning + exactly what you are interested in--a housewife. When you + meet a girl a couple of social classes down the way, make + sure you work into the conversation early on how much you + like the old fashion way, how badly you want a wife that will + be a housewife. + Making them understand that has a double advantage. + First, you weed out those girls who have read so much modern + junk they think a jump up the social ladder should mean an + exciting career, not a life of luxury tending house and + waiting for a man to come home for some tender loving. The + second reason is that you create a situation of trust. Too + many lower class women have been burned by the man with money + in his pocket who was looking for variety, not a lifetime + diet. You want to to convince them you're for real. + + THE FOREIGN BRIDE + + If you've made it in this country you wear Italian + shoes and suits from a London tailor. You use a Japanese + camera and watch a television set made in Korea. You drink + German beer and French wine and who with any money drives an + American car? So why not look for a wife in one of those + countries that producing everything else that makes life so + nice to live. + You've seen the adds in the back of magazines. "Asian + women want to meet American men." It's not just the Asian + women who are jumping at the chance of becoming American + housewives. There are women waiting for someone like you in + Mexico, Spain, any of the recently communist countries, all + of South America, and even Australia and New Zealand too. + Don't just answer a magazine ad. Learn all you can + about the different foreign cultures. Pick the one that + appeals to you most and spend some vacation time visiting + there. If possible, learn the language of the country you + focus your attention on. + I've spent years living overseas and I know dozens of + American men who have married foreign women, some as a first + wife, and many as a second try. It doesn't work every time, + but most of the men I know with foreign wives are a lot + happier than the boys back on Madison Avenue who are still + trying to figure out what the American model they're living + with really wants. + + THE NOT SO PRETTY + + Every one likes a pretty girl on his arm and all cats + aren't the same in the dark, not if one weighs one hundred + pounds and the second one breaks the scale at three fifty. + Still, homely women can make damn fine lovers, and grateful + ones too. There are thousands of women who have given up the + hope of ever being held, cuddled, and loved because their + parents never paid to get their teeth straightened, their + features don't quite fit together, their breast are too + small, their hips are too thick, or their hair too thin. + When you meet one, make her day and give her a smile. You + might find there is a nice person there, one that would be + only too happy to play the old fashion game of helpmate, if + some man would only give her a chance. You'll be surprised + how pretty they can be in the dark. + So what if your friends smirk whenever you show up in + public. When they're home begging the stunning beauty they + married for another tiny bit of the loving she hands out once + every two weeks, you'll be sacked out and sound asleep, the + dark hiding the silly smile on your face the same way it + hides your wife's crossed eyes or dumbo ears. + If you absolutely have to have a stunning blond hanging + on your arm whenever you show up in public, hire one for the + occasion. Believe me, it will be cheaper in the long run. + + THE RELIGIOUS LADY + + Don't forget about the woman who thinks Phyllis Shafley + is right, the girl who believes that God intended for the man + to rule and the woman to obey. However, move carefully here, + unless you share those same religious beliefs. If you don't, + expect her to spend half her life trying to save your soul. + Worse yet, sometime the religious ones have been so sold on + sex being evil, they never get over it being a no-no. + They'll let you, because the priest tells them they have to, + but they won't enjoy it, and neither will you. + + THE DIVORCED AND THE WIDOWED + + The older you get, the more of these there are going to + be in an age group that fits your needs. There will be so + many of them by the time you reach sixty, you may not even + need to take a housewife to make sure you get all you want. + Way back when I was a kid I knew a fellow named Chester who + was sixty-five. He had a stable of women hauling his ashes + that would have done a Mormon patriarch proud. His only + problem was scheduling which one was putting out on what + night. + Still, it's not just sex we're talking about, it's the + other goodies that go with living with a woman. If you're + still healthy, able to pay the bills that come from + supporting a woman, and look like you have a few more years, + the widows and the divorcees, especially the ones with + children, will be lining up to listen to your offers. + + ONCE YOU'VE GOT ONE PICKED OUT + + The real problem isn't finding a helpmate, it's the + hard bargaining you have to engage in to make sure you get + what you want. No matter where you find the woman, the key + point is making it clear before she moves in exactly what the + deal is. You'll be the one who earns the salary, she'll take + care of the housework, and you decide when it's time to not + make love. If you want to really be smart, you'll put it in + writing, along with some very clear understandings about how + you divide up the property and the kids if you decide she's + no longer living up to her share of the bargain. + The modern American woman working beside you at the + office will hate you for it. She'll sneer at you, call you a + pig, and try to talk your wife out of the happiness you both + have. She will also spend a lot of time wondering why she + can't have what that poor, foreign, uneducated, homely twit + waiting for you at home has--a man who acts like he wants to + act, not like NOW thinks he should act. + I ought to make it clear here that I like the modern, + educated, career oriented American woman. I've always liked + bright, intelligent ladies. I agree they must be paid + exactly what a man is paid if they are doing the same kind of + work, and I have absolutely no problems taking orders from + one if she happens to be the boss. At different times, I've + worked for three different women and I got along great with + all of them and promotions from two of them. I agree that + they have every right to work free of sexual harrassment with + the full respect of their co-workers. + Some modern, educated American women even make good + housewives. There are those who have figured out that being + a wife and a mother can be just as rewarding and certainly as + important to society as any job they could ever find. If you + find one of those, you may have found the best of everything. + + EDITOR'S OFFER: EVERY HUMAN BEING IS ENTITLED TO FIND HIS OR + HER OWN HAPPINESS, INCLUDING HAPPINESS IN MARRIAGE AND FAMILY + LIFE, THROUGH THE BARGAINING PROCESS. 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Perhaps even some of the blame rests with + SYSOPs who don't validate users well enough. This is ADULT material, + and any ADULT who has sex without a condom is risking his or her own + life as well as the life of their partner. + + That said, let's continue with the story. Have fun, and please, if + you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or just plain + complaints, please don't hesitate to leave me mail where you got + this story from. If I don't have a user account on the system that + you obtained this story from, you can get me on the BBSs listed at + the header of this file. + + Enjoy! + + + + + + The dream is always the same. + I am on my knees, sucking his cock, feeling the turgid wamrth slide in +and out of my mouth, again and again, stretching my jaws until they ache with +pleasant exertion. I can't see his face, but I know who he is; or rather, I +know that I should know him...I just can't place his face. His thrusts are +harder and harder until he is gripping the sides of my head, slamming his cock +into me, into my mouth, his balls bouncing off my chin. The tremors start deep +inside him, rumbling through his body until he grips my head hard and explodes. +I pull his cock out of my mouth and feel his creamy warmth spraying across my +face, bathing my features with his slime. I lap at it happily, thrilling to the +feeling of his hot semen covering my face. + But this morning, it was different. As I swam up through the hazy +layers of sleep, in that last moment of the dream that was still fantasy and +yet the beginning of reality, I finally looked up, locking my green eyes with +his, and this final time...I can see his face. + Daddy. + Smiling down at me, grinning at the wonderful blowjob his daughter has +just given him. My eyes snapped open, and I could feel the moistness between my +legs. I thrust a hand into my panties and frigged myself off, coming in quick, +shuddering waves that left me breathless. At least twice a week, sometimes more, +I had the dream. And every time I woke up moments from climax, a small touch of +my clit was all I needed to send me over the edge into orgasmic ectasy. + But this morning was different. This morning, I was going to finally +make the fantasy into reality. Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I +stared at myself in the full-length mirror that covered my closet. I could +still see the slimy spot in the middle of my panties, and my erect nipples +throbbed almost painfully. If only Daddy would walk in now, I thought. Then +he would see what a sexy sight this is, and he would be powerless to stop +himself from throwing his body on top of mine and thrusting that log between +my willing thighs and ride me through the crests to orgasm. + But, I thought, standing, if Mohammad won't go to the mountain... + I threw on one of Daddy's old button down shirts and changed my +panties. Staring at the mirror, I decided to add a little effect. I reached into +the crotch and pulled a few of my blonde cunt hairs out so they would peek +around the edges. Still not enough. I rubbed my nipples, exciting the hard +little nubbins until they were poking through the material of the shirt. + Perfect. + Daddy was in the kitchen, reading the Sunday paper. Since Mom had died, +Dad hadn't found a use for church, so we spent most Sunday's together. + "You came in early last night, Amanda." + "Yeah," I said softly, trying not to be to obvious that something was +bothering me. + "What's a matter? Your date get too fresh?" + Getting a bowl from the cupboard, I muttered, "I wish..." under my +breath. In truth, I had spent most of the night riding up and down on my +boyfriend's cock...but I didn't want Dad to know that. I wanted him to think +that something was wrong. + "Hmmmm?" Daddy said, turning the page. + "Nothing." I poured ceral into the bowl and added milk, then joined +Daddy at the kitchen table. I munched slowly, wishing that it was my Daddy's +balls in my mouth instead of Captain Crunch. I put a pout on my face and +kept eating. Sooner or later, he would notice, and then I would pounce. + Finally, he put the paper down. "Something IS wrong, isn't it? You're +so quiet this morning. Did Danny get fresh last night?" + I stood up and walked over to Daddy, and then sat on his lap, throwing +my arms around his neck. "No Daddy, quite the oppisite. He didn't even try to +kiss me! What's wrong with me? Aren't I good looking?" + I looked into my father's eyes. His eyes drifted down to the part in +my shirt, seeing my braless, heavy breasts swaying under the material, their +hard nipples pushing at the shirt. Quickly, a little ashamed, he returned his +gaze to me. + "No, Amanda, you're a beautiful girl." + "Thanks, Daddy." I kissed him on the nose and made my move. Making as +if to get up, I felt Daddy's hands around my waist to hoist me to my feet. At +that moment, I faked slipping back into his lap. His hands slid up my body and +rested squarely on my breasts. His hands opened automatically and cupped my +heavy 36C breasts. His right thumb pressed over my left nipple. + "Mmmmmm," I said, feeling the pleasure course through my body. "That +feels good, Daddy." For a moment, Daddy kept his hand on my breast, and then he +removed it, looking at me like a deer in the headlights of an onrushing car. + "We shouldn't-" he started. + I leaned down and kissed him, my hot little tongue sliding into his +mouth and curling around his tongue. I took his hand and slipped it into my +shirt, around my left breast. The contact between his hand and my breast was +electric. His hand suddenely gripped my tit, hard, and he was kissing me back, +using his tounge. + Suddenely, he pushed me away. "No!" he said. "This is NOT right." I +grabbed his head with both my hands and kissed him deeply. He fought for a +moment, and then relaxed into my mouth. "Please, Daddy." I whispered. "Take +me, please." + He still looked uncertain. I took his hand and placed it between my +legs so he could feel the liquid warmth trickling out of my overheated cunt. + "Feel how wet I am for you, Daddy. Feel how much I want you." His hand +rubbed lightly over my panty-covered cunt and I shivered. "That feels wonderful, +Daddy. Play with me." Dad lifted me effortlessly onto the table and dove +between my wantonly spread legs, burying his face in my crotch. I thrust up, +slamming my hips into his face as Daddy slavered saliva over my crotch, soaking +the silk material of my panties. + For five minutes Daddy ministered to my overheating cunt through my +panties, driving me wild. I was groaning and pulling on my nipples, feeling +the orgasm approaching. I was seconds away from a massive cum when my father +pulled his face away. + "Noooo!" I screamed, reaching for his head. My father dodged my hands +and grinned wickedly at me. "Hold your horses, girl. I'm just taking your +panties off!" I relaxed and sat back as Daddy worked the wispy material down +my thighs and over my ankles. I kicked my legs wide apart and my father +stared into the gaping maw of my needy cunt. + His kisses started at my knees and slowly worked their way up to my +cunt, stopping every few inches to kiss more of my thighs. Finally his tongue +was licking my outer lips. + Daddy ate me expertly, knowing just when to apply pressure to my clit, +just when to spear his meaty tongue into my hole, when to suck the slime seeping +from my twat. I was slowly going into orbit. It wouldn't be long now! + And then my father did something that I will never forget. His hands +had been clutching my buttocks as he feasted on my cunt. One hand left my cheek +and made its way in between, seperating the globes of my ass, searching out my +little pink bunghole. I had never played with my own asshole, and no one else +ever had, either. But my father wasn't shy. His middle finger rubbed back and +forth across the little puckered grommett, making me hotter and hotter. Then +he grabbed my clit with his lips and sucked, and at the same time, thrust a +finger deep into my shitter. + I screamed into my climax, gripping his hair with both my hands and +rode his face through several peaks, shuddering with the intense pleasure +rocking my body. + After three minutes of intense pleasure, I slowly came back to Earth, +still gripping my father's hair. I slowly let go, relaxing back against the +table in wonderment at my father's skill as a lover. He was much better than +I had ever imagined. + He sat back and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, an evil +gleam in his eyes. Our glances locked, and I could feel myself getting +aroused again. Suddenely, I wanted the dream to be real. I wanted to be on +my knees, in front of my Daddy, with his hard, throbbing cock down my +throat. + I slowly came off the table and kneeled in front of him. His chinos +were strained to the limit by his erection. I kissed the lump in his pants +and slavered my tongue over the material. I was comitted to showing my Daddy +what a slut his daughter could be. + "Daddy," I moaned. "I want to suck you. Do you want me to?" He gave a +gurgled gasp and thrust his crotch at my face. I could feel his cock fighting +to get out into the air, into my hot, wet mouth. And I wanted nothing more out +of life at that moment then to bury my face in Daddy's crotch. + I opened his zipper and freed his cock. Seven inches of steel-hard +pink tubesteak, and it was all for me, his little sixteen-year-old daughter. +I held it reverently, looking at it like it was the stave of life. I licked up +one side and down the other, leaving as much hot, wet saliva as I could. My +hands massaged his balls, rolling the egg-shaped testicles in my hands gently. + "Mmmm," I moaned. "It's so big and hard and hot. Do you know what I +want to do with this?" He gave a tortured gasp and thrust his hips at my +face. "Yes, that's right. I wanna suck it. I want you to let me suck your +dick." + "Yeah," he gasped. + "Say it, Daddy." + "Suck it. Suck my dick." + I reached out and licked his peehole with the tip of my little pink +tongue. "And when I'm done...will you come for me? Will you come on my face?" + "Yes!" he groaned. Good enough. I opened my mouth and dropped my head +over his erection, burying every single inch of his hot hardness in the warm +sucking hole of my mouth. He gripped my hair this time and started face fucking +me, slamming the length of his turgid manhood into my hot, sucking mouth again +and again. My hands worked his balls like a gambler with a pair of crap dice, +feeling them tense and relax in my hands as he built to a climax. I knew this +first one was going to be fast and hard. As far as I knew he hadn't had sex +since my mother had died six months ago. + "Gonna blow!" my father said, jerking his cock out of my mouth. I +glanced at him, my green eyes locking with his blue ones as hot cock spit his +load on me, covering my face with his hot, sticky load. I giggled and clapped +my hands, grabbing his dick and milking it, smearing his goo all over my face, +feeling his slimy gift cover my cheeks and chin. + Gasping, Daddy stared at me as I licked the last few drops off of his +cockhead, smiling at him through a faceful of spoot. + "You know what I want you to do to me, Daddy?" + "What?" he gasped. + "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, like I'm your whore." + Daddy growled and grabbed my shoulders, bringing me to my feet. He +stood and drove me against the kitchen wall, pinning me there. My legs went up +and around his waist. His cock was still hard; the natural lubrication from his +come coupled with the dripping slime coming from my own cunt made his entrance +into my sluthole a little easier than it might have been, but I still felt like +I had been split in two when he stuffed his incredibly fat member into my hot, +clutching little teenaged cunt. My back hit the wall with the force of his +penetration. I screeched and pulled him deeper inside me, grabbing at his ass +as he slam fucked me into the wall again and again. His hands tore at my shirt, +tossing it aside as he buried his face between my breasts, sucking on my +erect nipples, causing waves of pleasure to ripple up and down my body, +from my tits to my cunt and back again. + He tired of this quickly and dropped me to my feet. He came up behind +me and pushed on my shoulders. How wicked! Daddy wanted to fuck me doggy style! +I loved it. I dropped to my kees, and then rested my weight on my shoulders, +reaching behind my to spread the cheeks of my tender young ass. I looked at +him over my shoulder; he was standing there, slowly stroking his dick as he +looked down to see his daughter on the floor, lewdly holding her asscheeks +apart so her Daddy could my spread open cunt. + "Fuck me Daddy! Treat me like the slut I am!" Daddy dropped to his +knees behind me and grabbed my hips, seating his cock at my entrance. A moment +later I felt his hips shift, and then he was sliding that magnificant member +up my tightly clutching cunt. I clenched my internal muscles, and Daddy +groaned. I love fucking dog style, because no matter how many cocks I take, +I always feel extra-tight and hot in this position. + Daddy started pumping his cock in and out of my overheated cunt. His +hands gripped my hips and pulled me back every time he thrust. I was getting +the fucking of my life from my own father, and I loved it! His hands moved up +my stomach to my wildly swinging tits, and he latched on to my big milkers, +pulling and twisting on my itchy nipples. + I started seeing stars as I climbed closer and closer to another +explosive climax, and I could tell Daddy wasn't far behind. "Don't come inside +me!" I screamed. "I want to drink it! I want to wear it!" Daddy's fucking +pace increased, and I knew he was seconds away from blasting another delicious +load of his man goo, and I didn't want to miss a drop. + I spun away from him, dislodging his cock from my cunt. He reared up +on his knees, and I scooted foward until my face was even with his throbbing +cock. I started jerking on it, leaning down to lick his balls. + "Come for me, dammit!" I said. "Give me your slime!" Daddy grabbed my +head and forced his cock into my mouth. I slid my mouth wetly up and down his +cock a few times, and when I felt the tremors start in his balls I pulled his +dick out and let him paint my face again with his slimy, creamy warmth. His +seed flowed over my face again, covering me with his love and his warmth. + "That feels so, good, Daddy!" + +....to be continued. In our next episode, Amanda convinces her father to +invite some of his poker buddies over for a party. A party with Amanda as the +chief attraction. 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"But I'm still horny!" + "Want me to suck you out, little girl?" Daddy's voice was harsh and +hoarse with passion. He could see the winking lips of my little cunt under +my fingers. + "No. I want you to do something else for me, Daddy. Something wicked +and nasty." + "What?" + "I want you to call Fred, Bill and Ted. Tell them that your regular +Thursday Night poker game has been rescheduled for this afternoon. Only, we +won't be playing poker, Daddy. We'll be playing Poke-Her." + Daddy's face split into an evil grin and he stood. Disappearing into +the living room, I could hear him on the phone. "You won't regret it, Fred." +was the last thing I heard him say before I went upstairs to shower and +change. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + An hour later, I returned downstairs to find my father and his three +friends involved in the poker game. Bill and Ted didn't look that happy, being +dragged away from their regular Sunday afternoon golf game to play poker with +the same guys they played with every Thursday night. Well, I would change that. +I stopped in the front hall and checked myself out once more before I made my +entrance. + I had chosen to look as slutty as possible, (which, actually, was how +I normally looked,) and the black leather microminiskirt helped that effect +along. Four-inch heels fed into black seamed stockings held up by a garter belt +made my legs look long and delicious. The white tank-top that I had chosen to +sheath my braless tits hugged my flesh, my nipples poking through the fabric. +I looked hot enough to eat. And to fuck. And to suck and lick and bite... +or whatever else came to their dirty little minds. + I breezed into the living room, waving a cheery hello to the men and +took my seat on the couch. I grabbed the TV guide and started reading. I had +positioned myself so that Fred, if he looked just right, could see up my +skirt and into the pink, wet crevice between my legs. I pretended to ignore the +men as I worked the easy TV guide crossword. + This little charade went on for about ten minutes. I absently scratched +one tit when Ted was looking directly at me. My nipples responded to my touch +and pushed harder against the fabric of my tanktop. I heard Ted's sudden intake +of breath and knew that I almost had him. I coughed twice, my signal to Daddy +that things were progressing. Daddy was about to say something when Bill spoke. + "Your little girl is quite a woman, Dan." + My father grinned and looked over at me. "She sure is. She's got the +boys all sniffing around her these days." Looking over at me, Daddy said, +"Amanda, honey? Would you be a dear and get us all a beer?" + I looked over at my father and smiled, putting the TV guide down on +the coffee table. Sitting there, leaning over, my tits all but spilling out of +my tanktop and my legs spread, showing everyone in the room my pink little cunt, +I knew that I had their undivided attention. + Returning to the living room a few moments later with the beer bottles +on a tray, I put my plan into motion. Just stripping off my clothes and sitting +my tender little ass down on the poker table might have achieved the desired +results, but it might also have scared the men off. A little more (not much, +but a little) subtlely was required. + I walked over to Daddy and bent over as I placed the beer bottle in +front of him. The material of my skirt was drawn tightly across my ass, and +out of the corner of my eye I could see Bill trying hard to look without looking +like he was looking. The black leather creeped up my ass as I bent down to give +my father a little kiss on the lips. My mouth opened and I gave him just the +tip of my tounge for a second before standing up and tugging the skirt down over +my ass with my free hand. + Bill was next. I leaned over him, resting my tits on his back as I +placed the beer in front of him. A slight rub with my tits across his back +gave me the pleasure of feeling him inhale sharply. I knew that Bill was up +for whatever I wanted. + Ted was next. He looked at me hungrily as I leaned down with his beer. +I made a planned mistake and spilled some in his lap. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I gushed. +I grabbed a napkin off the tray and started wiping at the wet spot I had made +in his crotch. He let me wipe at his dick for a few moments, then pushed my +hand away. "I got it," he said softly. + "Sorry," I whispered. + "Amanda," my father said sharply. "That was not a nice thing to do. I +want you to apologize to Ted." + "I'm sorry, Ted." + "That's not enough," my father said. I could hear the huskiness creep +back into his voice. So it was going to be Ted. + "That's OK, Dan. She didn't mean it." + "Oh, but I did." I said softly. Ted looked at me in surprise. + "Excuse me?" + "Well, how else was I going to find out how big your dick is?" + Needless to say, you could have heard a pin drop in that room. "Well, +Amanda," my father said, "If you want to see how big Ted's dick is...take it +out!" + I grinned over my shoulder at my father and dropped to my knees. +Leaning in over Ted's lap I pulled at his zipper. For some reason, I had a +little difficulty getting the metal tab of his zipper over the bulge in Ted's +pants. I can't imagine why. + Ted's dick poppped into view, and I gave a little pleased gasp. About +six inches long, it was very thick, with a throbbing, red tip. "It's so cute!" +I squealed. "Can I kiss it?" + Ted was speechless, looking down at me holding his dick with one soft +hand. "S-s-s-ure," he stammered. + I locked my green eyes with his brown ones and slowly lowered my face +until he could feel my hot, moist breath on his cock head. My little pink +tongue poked from between my lips and I very slowly, very deliberately licked +the head of his penis. + Ted shuddered and a little drop of precum ooozed out of his dick. I +tasted it. It was delicious. Cooing with delight I opened my mouth and dropped +my head over his cock, instantly bathing it with hot, wet saliva. Ted groaned +and thrust his hips into my face, forcing his cock into my throat. I started +bobbing my head in his lap, taking the full length of his delicious cock with +every stroke. + "So good," Ted moaned. "So hot and wet." I giggled with delight and +started moving faster. My plan was to blow all the men except Daddy, that way +they would be able to last longer when we got down to the main event. I wanted +three cocks inside me at once, and if they all blew too soon, then my fun would +be over! + Ted didn't take long. About thirty seconds after I started sucking his +tasty little cock he gripped the sides of my head and pumped a load of cum +across my tongue and down my throat. I lapped happily at the taste, loving the +creamy warmth in my mouth. Finished, I leaned back and made a show of licking +my lips for any stray strands of cum and swallowing what I found. + "Who's next?" I said. + "Well," Daddy said, "Why don't we do this? The winner of this hand gets +to have my daughter suck his dick. That all right with everyone?" + Three silent heads nodded. "Ted, since you've already sampled my little +girl's charms, you're out of this hand." Ted just nodded and folded his cards +over. + Bill and Fred looked at each other like mortal combatants in a fight +to the death. My father said, "Ok, we're at the last raise. I bet my daughter's +mouth." + Bill looked at my father. "I'll see that." + "I'll see that wrapped around my fucking dick," Fred grinned, turning +his cards over. "Full boat, Aces over eights." + "The death hand," my father remarked idily. "Well, sorry, 'ol buddy. +I got four tens." My father turned up the four cards and smiled, reaching +for his zipper. + "Not so fast, Dan, my man." Bill said slyly. "The one time in my life +I've ever gotten this hand, and by Jesus, I love the pot. Straight flush. Three +of spades low." Spread out in front of Bill were the three, four, five, six and +seven of spades. "I win." + I smiled and walked over to where Bill was sitting. He pushed away from +the table and unzipped his pants. I moved to stay his hands. "Let me do that." +I tugged his dick out and smiled at him. It was another sturdy little six- +incher. Something I would absolutely adore having in my hot, sucking mouth. "I +just have one question, Bill." + "What would that be?" + "How do you want it? Slow and soft and wet and warm, or fast and hard +and deep?" + "Slow, sweet baby. Slow as slow can be." + "Mmmmmm. Just the way I like it. But I'm gonna get a mite more +comfortable first." I pulled my tanktop up so my breasts were visible, but +not completely off. I've learned in my four years of fucking that men like that +half-dressed, ready to fuck in a moment's notice look. It just seems dirtier, +somehow. + I tweaked my nipples as I kneeled before Bill, moaning in the back of +my throat. "Your cock looks delicious. While I'm sucking Bill's dick and +drinking his cum, why don't the rest of you get naked?" + The three other men jolted from the table as if shocked and started +stripping immediately. I concerned myself with the throbbing member in the +center of my vision. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked up one side and +down the other, tweaking my nipples the entire time. I grasped Bill's cock +with my small hand and placed light kisses all over the head. + "Slow, girlie. Real slow. I want this to last." Right. I knew my mouth +skills, practiced on hundreds of cocks so far, would be no match for whatever +self-control Bill thought he had. + I grinned and lowered my little mouth onto his dick and began to suck +slowly, using as much suction as I could muster, my cheeks hollowing with the +effort. I bathed his hot, hard flesh with spit, giving him the gooiest blowjob +I could manage. My head started bobbing slowly on his dick, drawing all his cock +meat into my mouth, savoring the salty, masculine flavor. Bill had a delicious +dick, and I wanted to spend a week savoring each hot, hard inch. + But, there were three men waiting for me, for my hot, tight holes. It +wouldn't be fair to be selfish in this instance. If I wanted, I could always +give the guys a private, one-on-one encounter and show them the full range of +my fucking skills. + I started rolling Bill's balls in my hands. I could feel him tense, and +I knew he was seconds from shooting. I popped his dick out of my mouth and +began jacking him, a grimce on my face. "Come on me," I gasped. "On my face. +Come on my face!" With a deep groan, Bill blew his spoo, covering my face with +his pearly warmth. The feeling of his slick jism cascading over my skin set me +off, making me crash into an orgasm that was all the more suprising because +I hadn't even touched my clit. + Gasping, I sat back, scooping the wads of jizz off my face and licking +my hands clean. "God, that was wonderful," I said. "But I want more. I want +all three of you," I said, pointing at my father, Ted and Fred, "at the same +time!" + They grinned at me like a trio of idoiots. What did I expect? With a +hot and horny sixteen-year old slut before them, begging to be made airtight, +any man would be an idiot! + I got down on my hands and knees. Since Fred hadn't yet had the +pleasure of one of my patended blowjobs, I motioned him to my face. Ted slid +underneath my crouched form and impaled my dripping cunt on his cock. I had +a cock in my mouth and a cock in my hungry, clutching cunt. I was plugged from +both ends, and I loved it. But the best was yet to come. + Crouching behind me, my father spread the cheeks of my tender ass and +trailed his tounge between my bouncy cheeks, wetting my asshole with his +saliva. He kissed and licked at my wrinkled grommett, getting me ready for +the anal assualt I knew was coming and was praying would happen soon. + "Let me get in there for a second, Ted. I wanna lube up." Ted dropped +his dick out of my cunt for a second, and I felt it nudging against my +naval for a moment as my father gave me seven or eight strokes to lube his +dick with my cunt cream. Then my father was gone and Ted was back. + I felt the pressure at my sphincter as my father came knocking for my +asshole. There was resistence for a moment as I beared down, pretending like +I was taking a shit, and then my father's cock slid halfway up my ass. The +glutted feeling was exquisite, and I thrilled to the sensation of three cocks +filling me up at once. The men established a rythym and I moved happily between +them, feeling Fred's cock sawing in and out of my mouth, Ted's cock charging in +and out of my tightly clutching cunt and Daddy's cock ramming in and out of my +tender asshole. + The absolute stretched feeling drove me over the edge and I screamed +around the dick in my mouth, suddering into an explosive climax. I could feel +my cunt jizz seeping around Ted's dick. Almost as soon as my climax was over, +I began building to another one. + Sweat was pouring down my face and dripping off of my tits onto Ted's +chest. He fastened his mouth to my left nipple, massaging my right tit with +his hand, gripping hard enough to leave a bruise. My nipples reflected the +state of my entire body: Erect, electric and raw. It felt as though sparks +were flying from my tits into Ted's hands. My own hands were busy with Fred's +cock and balls, working on them to bring him to a glorious, creamy climax. + My father's hands were gripping my hips hard, pulling my ass back +against his hard onslaught, his balls slapping against the bottom of my vulva +with each stroke. Suddenely my father's hands tightened painfully on my ass and +he grunted, deep in his throat. + "Gonnna cummm!" he moaned. He pulled his dick out of my poor stretched +asshole and stood over my back, furiously jacking his dick. I felt the first +spurts of his climax across my back, the jizz scalding against my skin, +curdling against my hot flesh. I wriggled happily under the shower of my +father's jizz, thrilling to the feeling. The climax that had been building in +my groin exploded at the contact of my father's spoo across my back and I +writhed into another explosive orgasm and began building for another. It just +couldn't get any better than this. + Ted was next. He pulled out of my gaping cunt and pulled himself off, +painting my mound and pubic hair with his slimy gift of lust. I could feel the +mushy wetness between my legs, and my cunt missed his throbbing dick. Not to +be outdone, Bill squatted behind me and filled my cunt with his rejuvinated +dick. I was in between Fred and Bill, feeling them slam me from both ends like +an erotic, slutty accordian of lust. + Suddenely a flash lit up the room. I spit out Fred's dick in time to see +my father raise his grinning face from behind the family Poloroid camera. A +little square of acetate was spitting out the front. + "For the memories," my father said. + I grinned at him. "I've got a good idea for a picture, Daddy." + I motioned him over and began furiously jacking Fred's dick. "Wait until +I say, Daddy. I wanna catch the second spurt of Fred's dick, after the first +spurt covers my face!" My father's dick, recent visitor to my stretched rectum, +twitched at his slutty daughter's nasty words. + I felt the tremors in Fred's dick and counted to three. At two the first +spurt blew from the tip, neatly painting my eyes and nose, the gush of sperm +running down my face and dripping off my nose. "Now!" I screamed. + The second spurt was in midair, aiming for my smiling, upturned face +when the flash went off again. I didn't care. All I knew was that another +delicious load of Fred's cum was aiming at my most favorite of targets: My face. +My father whispered, "Oh my god..." as he watched me open my mouth and lap at +the flying jizz, trying to catch every drop. Exhausted, Fred dropped away from +my face. My father watched as I ran my fingers through the river of man goo on +my face, scooping it all into my salivating mouth. The taste was sweet and +smooth, and I couldn't get enough. + Bill grunted, watching from behind as I sucked the last of Fred's jisim +from my fingers and turned towards him with a plainitive look on my face. "Save +it for me," I whined in my best little-girl voice. "I want to taste all of it!" + Bill grunted again and popped his dick out of my tight little cunt, +wrapped his hands in my long blonde hair and pulled my face to his crotch. + "Suck it, little slut. Suck it ALL." I gladly opened my mouth as the +first spurt of his jizz crossed my tongue and slid down my throat. I was +furiously frigging myself as I drank his load, bringing myself to another +small, quiet climax this time. He shot three or four loads down my throat and +then fell to his knees, pale. + The rest of the afternoon was spent much like that first orgasmic +explosion of lust. The highlight of the afternoon for me was being forced over +the card table and being sodimized by all four of the men, one after the other +until my asshole was stretched wide and oozing from the four huge loads of cum +that they had packed in there. + After Daddy's friends had left, he took me upstairs to his bathroom +and helped me clean up. + "My asshole feels full, Daddy. Would you mind...?" + "What?" + "Lick me out, Dad. Get all their cum, would you?" My father looked at +me for a long, hard moment, and then grinned, sinking to his knees behind me, +spreading the cheeks of my ass so he could get his tongue into my hole. He +sucked out the loads that were jammed up there as I moaned hotly and pushed my +ass back against his face. + "You know what, Daddy?" + "Mmmmm?" + "I have another idea for a good time." I knew I had his attention +because his tongue became more insistent in my butthole. "I have this white +leather dress that has zippers up the front and back. I can expose any part +of my body that I want to at any time. I think I wanna go to a bar and see how +many men I can turn on, and then let them fuck me as much as they want in the +car." + My father's mouth began sucking at my asshole. He clearly approved of +the idea. "Or maybe on the pool table," I said. "Yeah, where everyone can +watch me take on the entire bar. And you know what, Daddy?" + "Mmmmm?" + "I want you to eat my ass and cunt after every one of them. What +do you think about THAT?" + "MMMMMMM!" + +In our next episode of Amanda's Adventures, (Amanda #3) Amanda takes her father, +and her little white leather minidress to the Monkey's Paw Bar & Grill. Little +did Amanda know at the time that the local chapter of the DeathHeads Biker Gang +would be holding their semi-annual intitation meeting there... 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Even +this, however, was not enough to satisfy the itch between little Amanda's legs. +While her father cleaned out Amanda's well used asshole in the shower after +the afternoon Poke-Her party, Amanda told her father about this next exciting +adventure: Taking on an entire barroom of men, in full public view. This is +Part I of the continuing adventures of Amanda, America's Sexiest Slut. + + + Three days later, after my asshole had shrunk back to its original +size and my cunt stopped throbbing every time I sat down, I decided that it +was time to go to The Monkey's Paw, a local dive and biker bar. I knew that I +would find the kind of men that I needed there; men that wouldn't be afraid to +give me what I needed, again and again, in every hole I had. + I had spent the days in between the afternoon poker party and today +mostly between my father's legs, nursing on his cock like a baby with a bottle. +While we watched TV at night, I would sit with my head in Daddy's lap, softly +licking and sucking his cock, drawing his erection out over several hours until +he was shaking with arousal and the desire to fill my hot, wet mouth with his +delicious, creamy cum. For variety, I would lick his asshole before he went to +bed every night. + Daddy told me that he's been sleeping a lot better these days. Well... +duh!, right? + Anyway, I told Daddy that tonight was the night. He was free to come +and watch me, and even participate if he wanted. I warned him that it might be +brutal and a little hard to watch, his own daughter taking anyone and everyone +on stretched over a pool table in a dark, dank bar. He looked at me with the +same lust I had grown accustomed to and said low, under his breath, "I wouldn't +miss it for the world, you sexy little slut." I kissed him and went to prepare. + First, I took a long, hot bath, using some scented oils to make my +skin soft and fragrent. A little glycerin in the bath made my skin baby soft. I +chose what to wear with care, knowing that my first impression had to send a +very specific message: Here was a woman with a hot cunt and ass and mouth, +looking for each to be plugged all night long. Towards that end I chose my +six inch white spike heels. I'd practiced walking around the house wearing +nothing but the shoes, (and I do mean nothing BUT,) watching the way the +shoes made my legs look longer and the way they gave my ass an enticing little +wiggle. Long black seamed stockings, the very same ones that I had worn during +that poker party, a garter belt, no panties (of course!) and the white leather +minidress and I was complete. The dress hugged my ample (36C) clevage, showing +the tops of my creamy sixteen year-old breasts to their best advantage. + The dress had a zipper with two tabs. The dress could be opened +completely, to offer both my lower holes easily, or left closed to inspire some +mystery. I lowered the zipper from the top so that the sides of my firm little +titties could easily be seen. + I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I loved the way it bounced +when I was on my knees sucking cock, and men loved to use it as a handle to +guide my sucking mouth. Plus, it made me look that much younger, and yes, just +that much nastier. + Some perfume between my tits, some behind the knees, a dab on each +wrist and behind each ear and I was ready to go. Just looking at myself in the +full length mirror bolted to my closet door made my clit throb. I gave into +the temptation and fell back on the bed, putting some pillows behind my head +so I could watch myself in the mirror as I furiously frigged myself off, my +own cunt cream adding to the perfume that came from a bottle. Two wracking +climaxes later I was ready to go on the hunt for some cockmeat. + Coming downstairs, I was surprised to find my father dressed like a +lowlife. He'd dug an old pair of jeans out of a drawer, jeans so old that the +seat was faded to near transparancy. Tucked into the waistband of his jeans +was the oldest, rattiest undershit Daddy owned. He'd slicked his hair back +with some kind of hair goo, and he didn't look like my father at all. He looked +mean and evil and just a bit dangerous. He looked at me walking down the stairs +and I noticed he had a sudden tightening in the crotch of his jeans. + I stood before him and twirled on my heels for his inspection. Daddy +smiled at me, leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss on the mouth, running one of +his hands in the side of my leather dress to tease my heavy breast. He tugged +at the nipple and bolts of pure arousal shot straight to my cunt. + "A quick one, before we go?" he asked. + "Sorry, Daddy. Tonight you just get to watch. But," I added, "if you're +lucky, maybe I'll let you suck the cum out of my pussy later tonight!" He +grinned at me and lightly slapped my leather clad ass. I giggled, and we left +the house for The Monkey's Paw. + +* * * * * * * * * * + + The bar was dark and dank and smelled of stale sweat and old smoke. I +entered first. Daddy would wait in the car for about ten minutes, and then +follow me in. At first, we didn't want anyone to know we were together. The +bouncer looked at me for a second, probably thinking to ask me for ID. The +bartender caught my eye, and I smiled and waved as if I knew him, and the +bouncer's decision was made; if the owner caught a man-magnet like me being +turned away, representing perhaps the dozens of drinks that the men would buy +me, the bouncer would be bounced himself. + I made my way to the bar, making sure to put an extra wiggle in my +walk. I gave the bar a once-over, checking out the action. Perhaps ten people, +some playing pool, others sitting alone at the bar drinking quietly. At a +small table in the back three biker types shared a pitcher of beer and were +leaning over the table, talking to each other. Every so often one of the +bikers would laugh out loud. + The laugh sounded evil to my ears. + The laugh sounded wonderful to my cunt. + I perched my tightly-clad, leather covered-butt on a barstool and made +as much of a show out of crossing my legs as I could. Every eye on the place +was locked onto my long pins. Once my legs were crossed, I relaxed my toes, +letting the heel of my shoe pop off so I could tap it. I knew the effect it +would have; everything about this night was timing and planning and playacting. + "Help 'ya?" the bartender asked. + "Sex on the beach," I ordered, drawing the words out. The bartender +appraised me for a long moment, probably thinking along the same lines as the +bouncer had. In the end, my eventual effect on the till overrode any problems +he might have had with my age. I didn't think I looked THAT young. + "Sure." A moment later he was back with the drink. I moved to open my +purse, but the bartender waved a hand over the bar, palm down. "It's taken +care of. The gentleman at the end of the bar." I looked down to see a thirtyish +man, wearing a blue-button down shirt and glasses, wave at me. I smiled and +nodded at him, thanking him silently for the drink. The ritual completed, the +man stood and walked over to where I was sitting. + The man sat down next to me and offered his hand. "Joe. They call me +Big Joe." I reached down and tested the heft in his pants. "I can see why, +Joe." + Joe smiled a long, wide smile and made no move to remove my hand. "Got +a quarter, Joe? I wanna play some music." I'd noticed a jukebox in the corner +when I walked in. He dug in his pants and returned with a handful of change. +He dumped it into my hands, never taking his eyes off me. + I sauntered over to the jukebox and fed it the money. I selected a few +slow tunes and stood on the makeshift dance floor, waiting for the music to +start. The Righteous Brothers came on, crooning about loving feelings. I held +my arms out to Joe, still at the bar, and made dancing motions. In a flash he +was in my arms. + We danced slowly, me grinding my hips against him. His hands slipped +down to my tight ass, and when I didn't remove his hands he began cupping the +cheeks of my taut little butt, pulling me against his groin. In my heels, my +head rested against his shoulder. I turned my face in and began licking the +skin of his neck, trailing my little pink tongue up to his ears. + His cock was straining against the material of his pants. I could feel +the heat through both of our clothes, and I couldn't wait to drop to my knees +and feel his cock in my mouth. First things first, though. I turned my head +out as we danced through the song, checking out my effect on the rest of the +bar. The pool game had stopped dead, with both participants watching Joe and +me with open envy. The bartender had been polishing the same glass for the +entire song. The bikers were silent, also watching us. + It was time. + "You know what I'd like, Joe?" + "What?" + "A taste of your cock." In an instant he was pulling at me, trying to +propell me out of the bar. I stood my ground and he looked back at me, +confusion written all over his face. + "Don't go. I think everyone else would like to see this, too." Joe's +expression turned from confused to downright baffled. I dropped to my knees +and grimced at the hard contact of the floor. My face was even with Joe's +crotch, and I wasted no time in tugging down his zipper and extracting his +erect cock. + It was a nice thick one, about as big around as a beer bottle. Very +tasty looking. I licked my lips slowly and moistly, looking up at Joe as I +did. "This is gonna taste great, Joe, I just know it." I started softly sucking +on the head of his dick, taking a little more with each bob of my head. My +ponytail had the planned effect, my blonde hair bouncing with my trips up and +down Joe's cock. + Reaching a hand inside my dress, I flopped one breast out and began +tweaking the nipple with my free hand, bringing it hard and erect in seconds. +The thrills were shooting down my spine and directly into my cunt. The act was +one thing, but the very thought that I was on my knees, sucking the cock of a +strange man in front of a roomful of strangers had me creaming my thighs with +cunt honey in seconds. I felt so wonderfully dirty, so completely slutty. + Just then the door leading to the parking lot opened, casting a beam +of late afternoon sunlight across the bar. My father stepped in and then +stopped short when he saw what was happening. + I popped Joe's dick out of my mouth. "C'mon in...we're just getting +started. The more the merrier." My father gulped once or twice, and then +continued into the bar. + I returned my attention to Joe's dick, sliding my wet mouth up and +down his cock with faster and faster strokes. "I'm gonna cum!" he warned. I +popped his cock out of my mouth again and whispered, "Go ahead. Come on me! +I love it." He grunted and blew. I directed his cum stream down, between my +breasts. The feel of his sticky, slimy jisim coating my skin, causing the +leather to stick to my abdomen, flooding my cleavage with his warmth drove me +to a miniclimax. + Joe stepped away from me, zipping up. I looked over at the table full +of bikers and knew what I wanted next. Walking over to them, I stood in front +of the table with my hands on my hips, one leg cocked provacatively forward. + "Ok, who's next?" + The largest biker reached out one huge paw and corraled me into his +lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grunted with happiness as he wormed +a thick, greasy finger into my tight little cunt. I felt the table being moved +away, and suddenely another pair of hands came around my back and started +fondling my heavy, swinging tits through my dress. The guy with his finger in +my cunt reached underneath me, cupping my ass with his huge hands, and lifted +my cunt directly into his face. I squealed and locked my thighs around his head +as the guy behind me began pulling on my nipples. + The third biker laughed and groped his cock through his pants. "Oh +girlie, you don't know what you got yourself into tonight!" + I just moaned at him, sure I knew what I was doing. But then he +dropped the bombshell, the announcement that would change my life forever. +"We're DeathHeads, you see. And tonight, we're holding initiation for a few +new members here in the bar. Six new members as a matter of fact. Along with +the rest of the guys, in about half an hour there's gonna be sixty guys in +this bar, and if you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked by every one of +them." + As I arched my cunt into the biker's face and exploded into climax, +I wondered if perhaps this time I had gotten in over my head. + Oh well. That's what makes life interesting, right? + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/amerspor.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/amerspor.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0efa1116 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/amerspor.hum @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ + Pretty much formatted in 80 columns! + [+]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[:':]:[+] + [+] rel: The Dungeon Master text file [+] + [+] June 18,1987 Presents: version [+] + [+] [+] + [+] "American Sportswoman" [+] + [+] MY:<8[8]HS/60:1[6]7>19>19> [+] + [+] [+] + [+] Call:: The Mist ][ / [216]/974-1153 :: 50 megs [+] + [+]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[:.:]:[+] + + + It was a hot summer afternoon, and by the seventh-inning stretch I was sticky +with sweat, my terry-cloth shorts clinging to my crotch. I got up to take a +little stroll down by the box seats, and as I stood there I heard a man's voice +say, "You're Claire, aren't you?" + + Turning around slowly, I saw this short, funny-looking, bald dude wearing an +awful, rumpled plaid leisure suit. He chomped a fetid cigar and looked up at +me with a lustful stare that bordered on the disgusting. He was such a +stereotypical sleazeball, though, I couldn't help but chuckle, and although I +had a pretty good idea already I asked him how he knew me. + + "I saw you in High Society. I gotta say, you've got one gorgeous pussy, +Claire, but tell me--are you really such a big fan or was that just some +bullshit copy they wrote about you?" + + I told the guy, whose name was Moe, that of course I was into the team; +that's why I was at the game. At which point he said he'd bet the team would +be just as into me if I gave the guys a chance. It turned out that Moe was a +sportswriter with lots of connections, but I thought he was lying through his +yellow teeth. He invited me to a party that night, promising to introduce me +to all the big-league jocks I could handle, and I agreed to go. + + As I dressed that night, my cunt was wet with anticipation. My mind was +pessimistic, telling me that Moe probably wasn't even on first-name basis with +the bat boy, but my pussy was really optimistic. So I dabbed cologne on all my +intimate pulse points and slithered into a tight minidress and high heels. + + Believe it or not, Moe was true to his word. When I got to the shindig, +already in full swing at a fabulous mansion, I was surrounded by more athletes +than if I had been a stowaway at a training camp. Moe, who I later figured out +was using me to make himself look good with the players, introduced me to a +heavenly hunkola who'd scored with me plenty of times in my fantasies. When I +shook his hand, I felt my cunt lips swell and a trickle of fluid stream out +between my legs. I didn't want to appear too anxious, but the stud could see +right through me; his smile told me so. He made me his property for the night +immediatly, but to my enormous pleasure I soon found out he wasn't the +possessive type at all. + + Everything at the party was first rate, from the caviar to the pate shaped +like a Louisville Slugger to the champagne. I'd gotten so giddy, I just +grabbed a bottle of bubbly and started guzzling it as if it were a beer. One +of my super-hunk's teammates caught sight of that and gave us both the high +sign. He walked over, smacked his buddy on the back and stared down the +low-cut neckline of my dress. "I like a woman who can handle her liquor," he +said. + + Feeling bold and beautiful, I told him I could handle a lot more than my +liquor. Both guys took it as a challange and I was up to any dare. I let them +lead me up the elegant marble staircase and into one of the large bedrooms, +giggling like a mischievous little kid. + + Next thing I knew, they were all over me, their strong hands expertly +working me out of my clothes and into a state of insane, cock-hungry lust. +"Mmmm, gimme, gimme!" I cried as they hurriedly stripped. We were all pretty +drunk, and one of the dudes tripped over his bunched-up pants and went +tumbling onto the bed. With a horny howl, I pounced on him, diving into his +crotch with my mouth. Gobbling and slobbering over his large, purple veined +love tool, I was in paradise. Then, when I felt his buddy grab my ass and +pull open my pussy lips, I knew I had landed on an as-yet-undiscovered +pleasure planet. With the hard, throbbing cock deep down my throat, I came +with a gurgle the instant the other +raging dick plunged into my slick I was bucking my +snatch. "Watch it, Claire! You'll hips and bobbing my +bite my dick off!" said the guy I head in perfect +was sucking. I let his cock slide syncopation, and soon +from my open mouth but didn't both of their +let go with my hands. We all gorgeous geysers +maneuvered up on the bed about began to erupt. +a foot so the suckee could lean +against the headboard and enjoy a better view of me licking and slurping his +rod while his pal rammed me from the rear. + + I recovered from my first orgasm and was ready for the next, babbling +incoherently about how much I loved them, loved their cocks, thirsted for their +hot, sticky cum. What I needed to send me into orbit, naturally, was the +incredible feeling of them coming simultaniously in my slit and splashing down +my throat. I got the rhythm down right, bucking my hips and bobbing my head in +perfect syncopation. I felt the one dude's fingers gripping my fleshy, white +rump while the other guy pulled my hair. Yes, I could feel it, both of their +gorgeous geysers about to erupt. And when they did, at exactly the same time, +I started to come again. My lips relinquished the spurting cock, and the cum +flew all over my face, titties and hair. The guy fucking me seemed to have an +endless supply, and his gobs of goo gushed out of my gaping slot after he +pulled out. + + We all turned into a heaving heap on the bed, laughing and sweaty and slimy. +"You're a mess, Claire," said the guy I had sucked off. He traced a bit of the +cum on my tit with his finger, drawing it down to my belly, then mingling it +with the joy juice still spilling from my snatch. "You better get cleaned up," +he told me. So I rose, despite my trembling knees, to go to the bathroom. + + "No, no, no. I've got a better way to get you clean!" he announced wickedly. +Then he gave a growling yawn and went to the closet of the bedroom. He tossed +on a robe, smiled broadly, and said he'd be right back. I asked his buddy what +was going on, and he just started tickling me and laughing lewdly. + + In less than a minute, our third was back--with a fourth. Our hostess, a +fortyish woman with a fabulous tan and big, sagging juggs, entered the room +with him. "Alice, Claire made a real pig of herself in here. Better +straighten things up before your husband catches on," instructed the stud, who +took off the robe and got back into bed with us. + + There was a devilish, devouring look in the older woman's eyes. You would +have thought she was a real uptight matron or at least a very civilized and +wealthy married lady if you'd seen her downstairs on her old man's arm, but as +she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off I knew she was a sex animal. She +liked to do it to young girls like me as well as hung young hunks like her +athletic guests. Naked, she climbed on the bed saying, "Is that cum still +warm, honey? I'm gonna lick that love juice out of your hole!" + + She went down on me--the first time I'd ever had a woman touch me--as the +guys enjoyed the sight. Soon both of their cocks were aroused again, and I +took one in each hand as the silver-haired whore slurped my pussy juice and the +last remnants of sperm. In no time, I was shooting lady liquid again, +thrusting my hips against her wild, wet mouth as the men cheered, "Suck, Alice, +suck!" + + For the next hour, we all fucked around in more positions than I thought +humanly possible! Then the guys put on swim shorts and went down to the pool +with the other guests who'd gone for a midnight dip while Alice led me to a +bathroom so I could shower. My cunt was sore but tingling like hell as I +lathered it gently. The only thing I couldn't wash away was the silly smile on +my face. I had loved every rough and raunchy minute of that wild orgy, and I +was glad, not only because I had lived out a fantasy but because I knew I'd +have every oportunity to do it again. I'd gotten in with some heavy people in +the pro-sports world that night, and since Pop didn't raise no fool, I knew I'd +exploit it to the max! + + Since then, Alice helped me get a job for a prestigious public relations +agency that represents lots of sports figures. I've not only met, but sucked +and fucked hordes of hunks. Once I even let Moe, the little creep who brought +me to Alice's first party, watch while I sucked off a number one contender! + + [end:am.sp] + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/ann&bob.sty b/textfiles.com/sex/ann&bob.sty new file mode 100644 index 00000000..25d5f34b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/ann&bob.sty @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +********************************************* +** ANN&BOB.TXT * Formatted by John & Vicky ** +********************************************* + + +About 2 years ago Bob and I moved to another town when he changed his job. +As a consequence we lost touch with many of our friends. Then at about 6.30 +last Monday evening there was a knock at the door, and I went to answer it. +It was Terry, who had been Bob's best mate until we moved, and who we +hadn't seen since. I invited him in, and explained that Bob was out of the +country on business, but that he was welcome to have a cup of coffee, or a +drink, if he liked. He had a beer, and we chatted for a while. Eventually +I offered to show him around the house, and he said he'd love to see it. + +I showed him the downstairs, and we then went up the stairs, with him +following me. I knew that he was watching my arse through my dress as we +climbed, but I didn't really mind, because I had secretly fancied him for a +long time. + +As we went into the bedroom my heart sank! My vibrator was lying on the +dressing table where I had left it last night. I hoped that he wouldn't +notice it, but no such luck. He walked over to it and picked it up. +"What's all this then?" he said. I stammered "Well, Bob's been away for +over a week, and... well... you know" "You get randy, do you?" he grinned +"Of course" I said "Well that's very interesting" he said, and to my +amazement he sniffed the vibrator "Very sexy" he said, and started licking +it! + +Well, that really turned me on. Bob is okay, but he is very straight-laced +(he doesn't even know I've got the vibrator), whilst I have always +fantasised about all sorts of kinky things. + +I made a token attempt to end things there, but I think I knew even then +that Terry was going to fuck me that night. "Put it down, please," I said, +"you're embarrassing me" + +Instead he turned it on, and started rubbing it against his cock through +his trousers. I could see that he had a huge hard-on. + +"Why don't I relieve your frustrations" he said, moving towards me. I +backed away, but he was too quick, and he grabbed my wrist with one hand, +and pushed the vibe against my pussy, through my dress, with the other. +That did it. I moved closer to him, and rubbed my crotch against the vibe. +"What do you want to do?", I said. "I'm going to make love to you" Before +he could go any further I interrupted him. "No, talk dirty, it turns me on" +"Okay" he said, "I'm going to strip you naked, and then I'm going to +squeeze your tits and finger your sopping wet cunt until you beg me to fuck +you" + +I was getting very, very excited "You sexy bastard" I said, "You can +do anything you want to me" "Anything?" he said. I nodded, "Promise" The +front of my dress was getting wet with my cunt juices as I pressed against +the vibrator. + +He put the vibe on the bed, +and, with a little help, he removed my dress. I stood in my bra and pants +in front of him. "Lie on the bed and wank yourself through your knickers +whilst I get undressed" he said. I lay down, and started stroking my cunt, +with my legs wide open. "push your knickers in" he said I inserted one +finger, pushing my knickers in with it. Terry was undressed by now and +stroking his cock as he watched. It was about 8 inches long, very thick, +and circumcised. He lay on the bed next to me and undid my bra. He started +sucking my tits. The nipples were very hard and he bit them gently. His +hand strayed down to my cunt and moved mine away. He pushed my panties +aside and inserted 2 fingers, which he then moved around my cunt until the +were well covered in my juices. He took his fingers out and then licked +them. He repeated the process, but this time presented his fingers for me +to lick. I remembered my promise and sucked my own juices from his +fingers. I don't think I have ever been so turned on. + +Terry slid down the +bed, and started to suck my cunt, pushing his tongue in, sucking and +nibbling my clit, and tickling with his fingers. "Kneel up" he said. I did +so, expecting a doggy style fucking, but no! Terry had lots more planned +before I got his cock in my cunt. I felt his tongue on my cunt, and then it +slid up to my arsehole, and back again. He licked in great swipes from my +cunt to my arse, and the concentrated on my arsehole, pushing his tongue in +and tickling around it. My kinky fantasies were coming true. His tongue +then moved back to my cunt, and he started to finger my bumhole, which was +wet with his spit. I was hoping desperately that he would arse-fuck me. I +had often used the vibe on my arse, and had always wanted to be buggered. +However, he had other plans for the moment. + +"Now its your turn" he said. I was more than willing to oblige, and as he +lay down I turned over and looked at his cock. It was lovely. I wanked it +gently for a few moments, and then went down, running my tongue around the +head, and tickling his balls. He raised his knees, and I guessed that he +wanted the same attention paying to his arse as he had given to mine. I was +right "I want you to play with my arsehole" he said. "Turn over" I said, +and he did. He knelt up, and his hard cock hung down. I started to tickle +his bum cheeks, and then to lick them, gradually moving in towards his +rack. + +Eventually, I reach his bumhole, and I started licking it, nd +pushing my tongue in. I heard him groan with pleasure, and I new he wasn't +far from coming, so I pushed under his legs with my head, and resumed +sucking his cock. At the same time I fingered his bum. Then I had an +idea. I felt around for the vibrator, turned it on, and then +unceremoniously shoved it up his arse. "Oh yes, you fucking sexy bitch" he +cried, and I started fucking his arsehole with the vibe, as I sucked at his +cock. After a very few seconds he came into my mouth, jetting his spunk +down my throat. I removed the vibrator, and we lay back to recover. + +"Now +it's your turn to come" he said "Wait" I said "I need a pee" "So do I" he +said "I'll come with you" "No," I replied "no-one watches me at the toilet" +"Don't be such a prude, and anyway, you said I could do anything" I backed +down, pretending reluctance, but secretly the idea excited me - more kinks! +We went to the bathroom and I sat on the loo "No" he said "I won't be able +to see. Stand up in the bath" "You are a filthy bastard, aren't you" I +said "Yes" he laughed, "and just wait until you see what I've still got in +store" "Oh tell me" I said "Later" he replied, and motioned to the bath. + +I stood up, in the bath, with my legs open, and let fly. He knelt down, close +to my cunt, and started fingering it. My piss splashed everywhere, even on +his face, but he didn't mind, and even opened his mouth. When I'd finished +he leaned forward and licked the drops of piss from my cunt hair. I made +to get out of the bath, but he pushed my back. "Lie down" he said "But it's +all wet from my piss" I said "Do as you're told, bitch" + +This was a new +turn, but not an unwelcome one. A bit of domination! By now I would have +done anything he asked me, I was so fucking turned on. I lay back in the +bath, in my own warm piss, and he started to piss on me. First he aimed at +my cunt, and the my tits. Some of his piss splashed on my face, and I +turned away. At this he deliberately aimed at my face, and as some went +up my nose I was forced to open my mouth and swallow some. It wasn't too +bad, and I opened my mouth for him to piss his last drops into. I hadn't +noticed, but I was frigging my cunt at the same time. + +I was moaning now "Oh, you fucking randy fucker, I need your cock in me. +Fuck me please" He helped me out of the bath, and dried me off, and then +led me back to the bedroom. His cock was hard again, and my cunt was wet. +I lay down on the bed, and he lay on top of me, and slowly slid his cock in +my cunt. By now I had no self control left, and was screaming obscenities +with every thrust. "OH FUCK ME YOU BASTARD, FUCK MY WET CUNT WITH YOUR +FUCKING SEXY COCK" + +He shafted me for a few minutes, and then rolled of, +and made me turn over, kneeling up so that my cunt and arse were exposed, +and he put his cock back in my cunt.. I reached out and picked up the +vibrator, and handed it to him. "What's this for?" He grinned "You know" I +said "Well, tell me anyway" he said "I want you to frig my arsehole" I +said, "while your hard cock is fucking my soaking cunt" So he did! He +turned the vibrator on and played it around my arse, and then pushed it +slowly in my arsehole, and started fucking it in and out, just like I +did when I wanked with it. + +After a few minutes I decided I had to lose my +anal virginity. "Please, fuck my arse" I said "Pardon?" he teased I yelled, +"I WANT YOUR COCK UP MY ARSEHOLE" He pulled his cock out of my cunt, and +the vibrator out of my arse, and then very slowly and gently, pushed the +tip of his cock up my arsehole. "Oh fuck me hard you bastard" I cried +"Fuck my arsehole!" He started banging away, and then I felt the vibrator +slipping into my cunt, and he pressed it against his cock through the thin +membrane, making his cock vibrate in my bum. This was too much for both of +us, and we came almost together, his spunk filling my arse, and dribbling +down my legs. + +Well, that was enough for that day, but Terry told me he was having a party +in a couple of days, and asked me if I would go. He said that I was just +the sort of person the other guests would like. He made it clear that it +would be an orgy! I said, yes, I would make the trip. I felt completely +liberated, and I wanted to experience as much as possible while Bob was +away. + +********************** +** End * March 1991 ** +********************** + + +** To all Sherwood Forest users +** Vicky and myself are building up a collection of text files which we will +** be distributing very soon. +** +** If anyone knows of any good sources for such text files, please let us +** know! You will be credited for your finds! +** +** Thanks \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/armyaids.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/armyaids.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c8046887 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/armyaids.txt @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +DESIGNER DISEASES: AIDS AS BIOLOGICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE + + It is hard to imagine that a cure for AIDS would be withheld for economic reasons alone. Could there be some other motive? + Despite repeated denials from Defense Department officials, allegations persist that AIDS is a genetically altered virus, which has been deliberately released to wipe out homosexuals and/or non-whites in the US and reduce populations in third world countries. + At first glance it seems like the epitome of paranoia to accuse the military of conspiring to exterminate citizens of their own country, and even some of their own troops. However, the vast majority of military personnel could be completely unaware of such a plot in their midst, while a relative handful of traitors in key positions could conduct it under cover of classified operations. And the circumstantial evidence is actually compelling, that the AIDS virus was artificially engineered, and planted in several different locations at about the same time through vaccination programs, and possibly blood bank contaminations. + At House Appropriations hearing in 1969, the Defense Department's Biological Warfare (BW) division requested funds to develop through gene-splicing a new disease that would both resist and break down a victim's immune system. "Within the next 5 to 10 years it would probably be possible to make a new infective micro-organism which could differ in certain important respects from any known disease-causing organisms. Most important of these is that it might be refractory to the immunological and therapeutic processes upon which we depend to maintain our relative freedom from infectious disease." (See "A Higher Form of Killing: The Secret Story of Chemical and Biological Warfare" by R. Harris and J. Paxman, p 266, Hill and Wang, pubs.) The funds were approved. + AIDS appeared within the requested time frame, and has the exact characteristics specified. + In 1972 the World Health Organization published a similar proposal: "An attempt should be made to ascertain whether viruses can in fact exert selective effects on immune function, e.g. by...affecting T cell function as opposed to B cell function. The possibility should also be looked into that the immune response to the virus itself may be impaired if the infecting virus damages more or less selectively the cells responding to the viral antigens." (Bulletin of the W.H.O., vol 47, p 257-274.) This is a clinical description of the function of the AIDS virus. + The incidence of AIDS infections in Africa coincides exactly with the locations of the massive W.H.O. smallpox vaccination program in the mid-1970's (London Times, May 11, 1987). Some 14,000 Haitians there on UN secondment to Central Africa were also vaccinated in this campaign. Personnel actually conducting the vaccinations may have been completely unaware that the vaccine was anything other than what they were told. + A striking feature of AIDS is that it is ethno-selective. The rate of infection is twice as high among Blacks, Latinos and Native Americans as among whites, with death coming two to three times as swiftly. And over 80% of the children with AIDS and 90% of infants born with it are among these minorities. "Ethnic weapons" that would strike certain racial groups more heavily than others have been a long-standing US Army BW objective. (Harris and Paxman, p. 265) + Under current US Administration biological warfare research spending has increased 500%, primarily in the area of genetic engineering of new disease organisms. + The "discovery" of the AIDS virus (HTLV3) was announced by Dr. Robert Gallo at the National Cancer Institute, which is on the grounds of Fort Detrick, Maryland, a primary US Biological Army warfare research facility. Actually the AIDS virus looks and acts much more like a cross between a bovine leukemia virus and a sheep visna (brain-rot) virus, cultured in a human cell culture, than any virus of the HTLV group. + The closest thing in this case to a "smoking test tube" so far is the AIDS virus itself. If it was possible for such a monstrosity to occur naturally it would have done so ages ago and decimated mankind at that time. Some other life form would presently be in control of this planet (assuming that is not already the case). + The Hepatitis B vaccine study of 1978 appears to have been the initial means of planting the infection in New York City. The test protocol specified non-monogamous males only, and homosexuals received a different vaccine from heterosexuals. At least 25-50% of the first reported NY AIDS cases in 1981 had received the Hepatitis B test vaccine in '78. By 1984, 64% of the vaccine recipients had AIDS, and the figures on the current infection rate for the participants of that study are held by the US Department of Justice, and "unavailable". + The AIDS epidemic emerged full-blown in the three US cities with "organized gay communities" before being reported elsewhere, including Haiti or Africa, so it is epidemiologically impossible for either of those countries to be the origin point for the US infections. + Another indication AIDS had multiple origin points is that the 14-month doubling time of the disease cannot nearly account for the current number of cases if we assume only a small number of initial infections starting in the late 1970's. + Before dismissing the possibility that a US Army BW facility would participate in genocide, bear in mind that hundred of top Nazis were imported into key positions in the US military intelligence establishment following WW II. US military priorities were then re-oriented from defeating Nazis to "defeating" communism at any cost, and strengthening military control of economic a foreign policy decisions. (See "Project Paperclip" by Clarence Lasby, Atheneum 214, NY and "Gehlen: Spy of the Century" by E. H. Cookridge, Random House.) There's no proof those Nazis ever gave up their long-term goals of conquest and genocide, just because they changed countries. Fascism was and is an international phenomenom. + It's not as of this was a total reversal of previous US military policy, however. Hitler claimed to have gotten his inspiration for the "final solution" from the extermination of Native Americans in the US. For that matter the first example of germ warfare in the US was in 1763 when some of the European colonists gave friendly Indians a number of blankets that had been infected with smallpox, causing many deaths. + One indication of the actual US military priorities regarding BW was the importation of the entire Japanese germ warfare unit (#731) following WWII. These people killed over 3000 POWs, including many Americans, in a variety of grisly experiments, yet they were granted complete amnesty and given American military positions in exchange for sharing their research findings with their US Army counterparts. + Consider also the callous attitude displayed by top military officials toward veterans suffering from the aftereffects of exposure to Agent Orange and radiation from nuclear weapons tests. + In fact, since the end of WWII over 200 experimental BW tests have been conducted on civilians and military personnel in the US. One example was the test spraying from Sept. 20-26, 1950 of bacillus globigi and syraceus maracezens over 117 square miles of the San Francisco area, causing pneumonia-like infections in many of the residents. The family of one elderly man who died in the test sued the government, but lost. To this day syraceus is a leading cause of death among the elderly in the SF area. Another case was the joint Army/CIA BW test in 1955, still classified, in which an undisclosed bacteria was released in the Tampa Bay region of Florida, causing a dramatic increase in whooping cough infections, including twelve deaths. A third example was the July 7-10, 1966 release of bacteria throughout the New York subway system, conducted by the US Army's Special Operations Division. Due to the vast number of people exposed it would be virtually impossible to identify, let alone prove, any specific health problems resulting directly from this test. + So despite the loyalty of the vast majority of US military personnel toward their country, there are clearly some military officials who have very different intentions, and they occupy high enough positions to impose their priorities on military programs and get away with it, so far. + The first detailed charges regarding AIDS as a BW weapon were published in the "Patriot" newspaper in New Delhi, India, on July 4, 1984. It is hard to say where the investigations of this story in the Indian press might have led, if they had not been sidetracked by two major domestic disasters shortly thereafter: the assassination of Indira Ghandi on Oct. 31 and the Bhopal Union Carbide plant "accident" that killed several thousand and injured over 200,000 on Dec. 3. + The Soviet press picked up the story in October 1985, making it easy for US Defense Department spokesmen to dismiss the charges as "Soviet propoganda", even though many other countries carried it. The Soviets recently retracted the charges, in the new spirit of US-USSR cooperation. + A variation on the AIDS-BW theory that is popular in far-right publications is that AIDS was developed in Soviet laboratories for use against the US. An obvious problem with this idea is that the victims of choice of a Soviet BW attack would be anti-communists, not minorities or homosexuals, who are generally more left-wing. The people at greatest risk for AIDS in the US are in fact the very elements most disliked by arch-conservatives. In any case, it is simplistic to assume that one country, US or USSR, is conducting this campaign against the other. Although concealed in apparent conflicts between nations, the real culprits are multi-national Fascists on both "sides" still bent on massive population reductions and global domination. + Other motives include the old "divide and conquer" principle; AIDS is inspiring fear and mistrust between people, and scaring them away from relating to each other at the basic level of sexuality. It is acting as a barrier to the attempted cultural resurgence toward peace, love and cooperations. Of high school students surveyed last year as to which decade they'd most like to have grown up in, 90% chose the 60's. The last thing pro-war fascists want is another "love generation", especially if it is more politically sophisticated than the last one. + Apparently homosexuals were an initial target in the US because their sexual practices would help in the rapid spread of the disease, and because it was correctly assumed hat very few non-homosexual citizens would pay much attention during the early years of the epidemic. Also the stigma of a "homosexual disease" would interfere with rational analysis and discussion of AIDS. Bear in mind that homosexuals were among the first to be exterminated in Nazi Germany, before Jews or other minorities, so fewer citizens would object. + The details of precisely how the AIDS virus was synthesized, mass cultured and spread by incorporating it into vaccination programs are available but fairly intricate. It is beyond the scope of this report to present a crash course in virology, epidemiology, genetic engineering and the military strategies of international Fascism. Readers are encouraged to obtain and study the references cited here, and demand a full inquiry. Those officials who are actually involved in the coverup will reveal it by their inaction when pressed to investigate. + Evil is hard to confront, especially on the preposterous scale we have here. If you acknowledge the presence of those who think their only hope for survival of their kind is to kill off two-thirds of all the other kinds, and their ability to manage it, you then pretty much have to do something about it. + Three good sources, each of which lists many other key references, are: Covert Action Information Bulletin #28 ($5) Box 50272, Washington, DC 20004; Bio-Attack Alert ($20) Dr. Robert Strecker, 1501 Colorado Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90041; Radio Free America #16 by Dave Emery & Nip Tuck (3 tapes, $10), Davkore Co., 1300-D Space Park Way, Mountain View, CA 94034.  \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/arose.sty b/textfiles.com/sex/arose.sty new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d546417a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/arose.sty @@ -0,0 +1,322 @@ +"AROSE-1.sty + +A true story about a couple's adventures into swinging +Ed and Rose, two professional people open to life and +adventure. + +CHAPTER 1 +********************************** + + My name is Rose. I am a slut wife and a flight +attendant for a major airline. There aren't many women like +me and I like that. So does Ed. + + Ed and I met on a flight to Seattle. He was the first +officer and I was a flight attendant. I immediatelly liked +him. When I stuck my head in the cockpit to say hello he +said "Wow! You are some good looking lady." + + Ed had that look I like in a man, slim, attractive, and +a pilot's uniform. Yes, I admit it I wanted a pilot when I +met him. He also had a touch of grey hair and at 48 was a +good looking man. I am 32. + + Italian, one-half, I have dark brown hair that I color +Black. I like the stark colors, black-white and reds. + + I learned about sex when I was 12. My aunt gave me a +copy of "The Sensual Woman" and I read it cover to cover in +a day or two. Within six months my aunts husband had seduced +me and I learned about fucking, hand jobs, sucking cock, and +how to please a man. By fourteen I had fucked at least 10 +men. My uncle had me until I was about 22, off and on, so to +speak. The next few years I was to capture many a young +man's cherry as I was very popular in school. Early on I +had 34D breast and got lots of attention. + + By sixteen I was dressing up and looking 20 plus and +dating men in their 30's. My mother knew and encouraged me +as I was dating such men as the chief of police and the mayor +and other celebrities. If my dad knew he never said anything +and by seventeen I had fucked men all the way to sixty years +of age. The number ran to well over fifty by then. + + Today at 32, I am very sexy, slim by choice, 5'7", 115 +lbs., and a nice 34D-22-34. + + Ed and I dated for six months before he finally said he +thought I was the sexiest woman he had ever been with. I +liked that a lot. He also said he thought that I would never +be totally happy with just him. I could not convince him +different. He told me he wanted me but with an open +relationship. He wanted to marry me but only if I agreed to +fuck other men. Well.....now what sound thinking lady would +turn that down? + + It all started for real on a misty night with Ed in +another town and me at home. We were engaged in some phone +sex when he ask if I wanted a big cock in my wet pussy. The +answer was, of course, YES. He ask if I wanted to seduce +some sexy man into fucking me that night. I said YES. He +said I should dress up, sexy and go to the nearby Hilton +hotel and test my sexuality. I ask if he wanted me to get +fucked. He said YES and I was on fire. + + I immediatelly went to my closet and selected a very +sexy dress, back open to the crack of my ass, hip hugging, +with straps that tied behind my neck and just barely covered +my ample breast. I also wore my sexiest high heels, 4". + + At the hIlton I sat in the back away from the band area +which was playing. I loved the looks I got as I wound my way +to the table. Ed had given me a hugh 2+ caret diamond ring +as a engagement ring. It was beautiful and I wondered if it +would slow the men down. I did not have long to wait. + + David leaned over my table. "Buy you a drink?" he ask. + + "Yes," I said easily as I checked out his full head of +grey hair. He was slightly taller than me and slim. + + "Now what is a sexy thing like you doing out here alone +tonight?" Dave ask smiling. + + "Bored," I said. "Needed to get out." + + "Where is your hubby?" he ask. + + "He is a pilot on a trip," I answered. + + "Oh..Oh," Dave smiled again. "A bit of the cat's away +type thing?" + + "Yes," I answered smiling at him. + + Dave's hand covered mine now. He admired my well +manicured nails with red nail cover. "Want to dance?" he +ask. + + Dave held me close even though the music was medium, +paced and soon I knew he was getting aroused. I liked that, +turning him on. So when his hand found the swell of my back +and lower I encouraged him. His rock hard cock was pressing +hard into my lower stomach. I loved feeling it roll as we +moved. + + Back at the table he sat close and ran his hand over my +knees. "So does hubby know you are out tonight?" Dave ask. + + I thought a second. What should I say. I decided to go +with truth. "Yes, he does. He wants me to enjoy myself +while he is away." I watched Dave's face as I spoke. He was +not outwardly shocked too much. + + "Nice man. I think I like him," Dave said. "I like you +too and better than him." + + With this statement Dave leaned forward and kissed me +lightly, but I met him more than half way. My tongue shot +out and teased him. What was to be a peck became hotter. +He got the message. + + Dave excused himself and left the table for a few +minutes. When he returned he leaned over me and kissed me +again. Again we exchanged tongues. The sexuality was +building. + + Now Dave was even more open. "I want to make love to you +tonight," he said. + + I was shocked at his blunt statement. I think I laughed +a bit at his bluntness. His hand on my knee felt very good +and I loved his kisses. "I don'tknow about that," I said not +sure where to go with it next. But, he knew. + + "Look," he said, "we like each other, right?" + + "Right," I said. + + "So why not? Ed would approve, I am sure." Dave was +persistent. + + I smiled at the reference to Ed. He probably would like +it. I was sure I would. + + Dave saw his openning. "Look let's go to your place. +If it doesn't feel right we will just talk." + + Dave's hand was now inside my thigh and I was wearing no +hose at all. I felt his heat and my pussy was getting wet. +Dave kissed me again and this time it was hotter. His fingers +grazed over my crotch now and I knew he felt my wetness. + + "Ok," I said. I knew I wanted to get fucked and he knew +it also. + + Outside at my car he pulled my close and laid a very hot +kiss on me. His tongue and mine dueled for depth while our +bodies pressed tight for reaction. He reacted well. + + On the way home, Dave following, I wondered what I had +gotten into. When Dave entered the house I was at the bar +fixing a drink. From behind Dave slide his hands inside the +sides of my dress and cupped my breast. I leaned back and +he kissed me. Oh so nice, I melted as I felt his cock +growing again against my ass. The phone rang. + + I went to the living room and sat on the couch to answer +the phone. It was 1 AM. "Hi baby," It was Ed and my heart +went crazy hearing his voice. "Oh Hi," I said. + + "Have fun?" Ed ask. + + I could hear the expectation in his voice. "Yes!" I +said. "I have a gorgeous man here beside me right now." +Dave was right there and his hands were very busy. One +cupped my crotch and the other was busy trying to untie my +neck straps. "We just got home." + + "OH!" Ed said. "Gonna get laid?" + + "I don't know," I said as Dave put my hand on his now +bare cock. Dave ask if it was Ed and I shook my head yes. + + "Whoops! There goes the dress top." Dave had opened +the dress tie and it fell to my waist. Dave stood and put a +knee on the couch bringing his cock toward my face wth my +hand still stroking it. I pulled him closer and ovaled my +mouth around the head of Dave's cock. + + "Ummmm, now I have a mouth full of a beautiful cock. +I am in heaven. It looks just like yours." + + "Oh yea baby, sounds like you will get laid." Ed was +excited. + + "I expect so," I said. Dave was leaning into me now +and letting me talk and suck intermittently. He was rock +hard. "So good honey, I like this," I said as I went +back to taking Dave's cock inside my mouth. I took Dave deep +inside my throat and back again feeling his heat. + + Dave's hand was stroking Rose's breast, so nice and firm +and he knew climax was near. Seeing the young wife suck his +cock while talking with her husband had him very excited. +"I am going to cum," Dave said. + + Rose heard him and took him deeper. When he convulsed +and fired his cum, Rose sucked it all down missing nothing. +"Oh yes baby. He just climaxed in my mouth." + + "Alright baby. Sounds like you are having fun now." +Ed was very excited and Rose could hear that in his voice. + + "Honey, he wants to fuck me. I have to put the phone +down." Rose was wondering what to do now. + + Ed had the answer. "Put the phone on the floor on its +side and have at it baby." + + Dave was now pulling Rose's dress off and her panties as +she talked with Ed. "OK!, she managed as she turned to put +the phone down. Dave placed it on the floor for her and he +quickly mounted her on the couch. For a several seconds they +rolled and positioned themselves as Dave got into her very +wet pussy. Rose was in another world. Oh, she liked that +full feeling as he pushed inside her more than ready pussy. +Ed was forgotten, marriage was forgotten, as she merged with +this man. He fucked her hard and deep. + + Rose pulled her legs up so he could go even deeper, her +being consumed by lust. + + Dave was raised on his extended arms as he fucked the +skinny wife. He loved seeing his cock slice into her cunt. +Even better he liked knowing her husband could hear her moans +and cries as she was fucked. It turned him on and he was +harder than he had ever been in years. He liked seeing her +titties bounce as he rammed it in her. Caught up in it he +pounded the wife's cunt drawing gasp and moans with each +stroke, sounds he knew were going out on the phone to her +husband. The sounds of sex filled the room. + + Ed heard it all. The couch squeeking as they positioned +themselves. The sounds of voices not really discernable. +Then some quiet and then Rose moaning, the couch squeeking, +and then the sounds of flesh slapping flesh. He knew Rose +was getting fucked. It all grew louder, squeeking, moans, +slapping sounds,and then that tell tale sound of a cock +splitting a very wet pussy. Ed climaxed. + + Having climaxed once Dave knew he was good for a good 20 +minutes or better and his cock was still rock hard. Rose was +great, a terriffic lay. Her hips moved with him and her legs +pulled back swung against his side as he pounded her, his +cock slicing the skinny brunette's pussy on each stroke. She +was one hot bitch, he thought as he watched her take it. + + Lost in it all Rose was having climax after climax. She +was not focused on anything but getting fucked, not Ed and +not what he thought but what she felt, a hard cock in her +very wet pussy. + + Dave was nearing climax and he lay forward on Rose, +feeling her titties press against him. Rose's warm, wet +mouth opened for his tongue and he tasted his cum on her +lips. This position brought his hard cock up over Rose's +clit and she got hotter. Dave loved the way her hips bucked +up at him and her legs jack knifed with each thrust. Her +pussy was even tighter in this position and he felt her pubic +bone scraping his cock as he fucked her. + Now Rose thought about her husband hearing her fuck a +strange man. She visualized him stroking his cock as she got +fucked. She made a mental note to thank Ed for letting her +let her slutty side out. Then her clit took over and she was +lost again in lust. Now she hung on as Dave fucked into her +more than willing cunt. + + The room rocked with sexual sounds and they sped to a +thunderous climax. Minutes later Rose was handed the phone +as Dave got up to a sitting position. + + "Hi baby. It was wonderful, thank you." Rose gushed in +the phone. + + "Oh yea honey, great lay huh?" Ed said a bit hoarse. +"You are one fantastic woman. Let me talk to Dave now, ok?" + + "Sure," Rose said and she handed the phone to Dave. + + "Man you are one lucky son of a bitch," Dave said. +"This is one beautiful woman. What a body." + + "Thanks," Ed said. "I sure love her a lot. Did you +enjoy her?" + + "Oh man, yes. Best blow job I have ever had and what +a great lay," Dave said. + +BTW : Register C I C S Today ! (Yeah, i know, Lamy :) ). + + Rose got an idea. As Dave and Ed talked she eased her +way between Daves legs, sat on the floor and took his now +flacid cock in her hands and started stroking him. She told +herself it was to drive Ed and Dave crazy but she knew she +just wanted to get fucked again. She mouthed Dave's cock and +then his balls. She heard Dave describing what she was doing +to him and she worked to get him hard again. It worked. + + "I have to hang up now and take your wife to the bed. +This seems like an all night thing." Dave could take no +more. He had to mount the hot brunette again. + + The next day I met Ed at the airport. They hugged and +kissed warmly. Ed was very excited with all that had +happened. He told me several times he loved me and I needed +to hear that. In the car he got between my legs and ate me +out before we left the parking lot. + + "Want to do it again?" Ed ask as we headed home. + + I smiled, licked my lips and thought about how easy men +are. "Sure." diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/arose2.sty b/textfiles.com/sex/arose2.sty new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5c2fb9b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/arose2.sty @@ -0,0 +1,270 @@ +AROSE-2.sty + +Chapter II Wife is tied, fucked and used by 3 horny men + +*************************** + + Laying around the house one Friday afternoon, Ed and I +had fucked and sucked ourselves dry, at least Ed was dry. + + "You know honey, I would love to see you on film." +Ed made small talk as we lay back relaxing. "Think Dave +would mind me filming you two fucking?" + + I thought about what Ed said and thought Dave would love +it. Ed suggested that I call Dave at work, his office. + + "Dave, guess who?" I laughed a bit as Dave seemed +flustered by her call. "Wanta fuck?" I offered. + + I explained to Dave what Ed had in mind and he agreed. +He said he would be over in about an hour. Ed and I were +nervous as this would be our first time for him to be with me +as I partied with another man. + + I selected a red dress, short, with great peek a boo +breast opening on top and my highest heels. My nails were +done in red and I picked a red red lipstick. I looked nice. +I felt nice also and my pussy was humming a I dressed. + + I heard the door bell and voices as I prepared to go +down stairs. On the lower landing I stopped and possed as +I saw Dave and Ed waiting for me. Damn I felt sexy. + + Dave came over and took my hand and kissed me warmly +and led me to the couch. He was very complimentary. Ed was +fussing with a camera as Dave got right into it. Dave wasted +no time as he kissed me deeply and his hand went inside my +dress, easy to do and cupped a tit. Ed was out of the room +when Dave sat me on the edge of the couch and opened his +pants and shoved his cock in my mouth. + + I heard the camera and saw the flash as Ed started +taking photos. The game changed for now as I concentrated on +how I looked for the camera. I wanted Ed to get some really +sexy shots of me. I pulled my dress up all the way to my +crotch and pursed my lips around Dave's cock. Dave was now +just an instrument for Ed and I to use for the photos. + + Dave wasted no time cuming. In just seconds he was +filling my mouth with cum. I let some escape my mouth and +run out on my chin. SEXY!! I then prolonged it by tonguing +Dave's cock and slurping away on it as Dave got over the cum +shot. + + Well, that backfired. Dave stayed hard and soon was +ready for another go at me. Dave pushed me over on the couch +and settled between my legs and in a flash I was penetrated. + + "Oh God!" What a feeling. In a second Ed was forgotten +and the camera. The marriage was forgotten. Once again I +was a open cunt, a slut in heat. Dave pistoned me pretty +good and hard. As I was climaxing or starting Dave shot his +load in me and stopped. He stood and was talking with Ed as +I was rubbing my pussy and clit wanting more. + + Dave came to me leaned over and kissed me hungarily. He +pulled me to my feet and led me upstairs. Then he had me lay +on the bed as he pulled Ed's ropes from under the bed and the +ankle and wrist straps we played with. + + "Oh my gosh, you know about those?" I wailed. "Ed told +you." + + Dave fastened the straps to my wrist and ankles and the +ropes and tied me spread eagle to the bed on my back. + + "There you are, beautifully available whenever I want +you." Dave left me like this. + + I have to admit this was beautiful torture for me and +something I love. My pussy was melting as I thought about +what Dave would do to me later. I liked being helpless and +wondering when Dave would return for me, to use me, fuck me. +It seems hours passed as I waited. My pussy was wet with +anticipation. + + Then the door opened and Dave walked in and leaned over +me and pushed his cock in my mouth, still soft his cock soon +was throbbing as I rolled my head and tried to take it all in +but Dave just teased me. + + As I worked on Dave I felt two more hands on me stroking +my legs and crotch. Then two more hands on the other side. +My mind went crazy and my body was tingling all over with +heigthened need. There were two more men in the room feeling +me up as Dave pushed the head of his now hard cock in my +mouth. Tied as I was I could not move or see who they were. +Dave kept pulling my head back toward his cock as I tried to +look. + + It seemed so far away, not me but I felt it. A hard +cock was pushing inside my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh! That was so +good. Somewhere the camera flash went off and i was blinded +but my cunt was opening wider as it was invaded below. My +head was roughly pushed to the other side another cock took +Dave's place. About the same size this one was harder, like +a steel rod. The owner pushed fully in and his pubic hair +smothered me as his cock head roughly entered my throat. + I was in heaven. My mouth was full and my pussy was +filling ncely and I had hands all over my breast. My legs +strained against their bonds and I wanted to lift them around +my invader. Laying flat the pressure on my clit was enormous +and that cock was moving slowly steadily inside me. My cunt +opened more and more as it continued cuming in. I felt my +cunt muscles spreading for it. + + My mouth was easily adjusting to the fucking it was +getting. And then I felt the head of that big dick pushed +against the end of my pussy. Another man was straddling me +and laying his cock between my breast, pulling them together. +Where was Ed and who were these men. Ohhhhhh damn I wanted +to cry out, tell them I loved them all. + + Then they all pulled back but the one in my pussy. A +big man he was poised above me and he was now fucking me with +steady long strokes. He must be hugh I thought. + + Ed, Dave and the other man stood at the end ofthe bed +where the sexy Rose was getting hammered now. + + "This may take awhile," Dave said. "I have seen him go +on and on for a long time. Ralph is the only man I have ever +seen fuck a woman into submission." + + "Yea!, well look at the size of that cock. Won't any of +us touch the sides of that pussy when he is done." The +other men starred in admiration as Rose was fucked by big +Ralph. Their view was great as they could see her slit +opening and moving as Ralph steadilly pounded her hole. + + Rose definitely felt like a slut as she took Ralph's +best shots. This unnamed man using her pussy for his, well +their pleasure. Her head rolled side to side as she moved +the only way she could. + + Ralph looked down on the pretty brunette. Good piece of +ass he thought as he plowed into her. He was glad he knew +Dave and was ask to fuck this hot bitch. Dave had put him on +to 3 or 4 married women and he was still fucking them from +time to time. + + "Call my name bitch, Ralph," Ralph told Rose. "Beg for +it or I will stop. Tell me you like it. Let your husband +know you are geting the best cock you ever had." + + Ralph stopped fucking and loosened and removed her wrist +restraints and ankle restraints. "Want to see her move," +He said. + + Oh what a relief I felt as Ralph freed me. I brought my +legs up and hooked my heels behind his back. My high heels +were still on. + + "Fuck me ralph," I almost screamed. "Give me that big +cock. Sooo Big!! You can fuck me anytime." + + Ralph hurt me a bit now as he went farther inside me. +There was a little pain deep where the end of that shaft +banged into me but it was easing. I liked it. He was good +and felt good. I had dilated a lot from his entry in me. + + By the time Ralph climaxed I had cum several times. +The other man mounted me doggy style and I liked that, my +favorite position, as it it made me feel used and helpless +as though tied up. I was leaking gobs of cum when Dave +mounted me again. + + In the missionary position Dave told me how beautiful I +looked and how much he wanted me. I climaxed again for Dave. +Then Ed fucked me as the others, hard and fast and I climaxed +again for him. + + Ed and I cuddled and slept. I did not know what +happened to the others, but my body was very relaxed and hot. +Ed told me he loved me and liked seeing me have so much fun. + + Later, still dark outside I woke to hands moving over my +body. It was Ralph. Ed lay beside me and he seemed asleep. +I did not care at the moment as Ralph's hard cock was in my +hand, he had a finger buried in my pussy and he was stroking +my breast. Standing by the bed Ralph's cock was poised over +my face. I did what any sexy wife would have done. I let +him put it in my mouth. + + Ralph became hard as steel and he moved down and mounted +me missionary style. A little sore still, I appreciated his +slower movements. + + "Oh baby, you feel sooo good," Ralph whispered to Rose +as he fucked the young wife. "I want more, lots more of this +pussy." + + I heard Ralphs request and liked hearing it. His cock +was doing a number on me as he pushed and pulled slowly. I +did not know how Ed woud feel about this but I really liked +Ralph fucking me. I whispered in Ralph's ear, "Honey you can +have me any time you want." + + Well that got Ralph going and he started slamming me +again. I like it hard and I was getting it. + + Ed woke to the feeling of the bed moving. Inches away +he saw Rose spread out under Ralph getting fucked again. The +bedside clock showed it to be about 5 AM and he had to think +what time they had quit, maybe 2 AM. + + The sounds of Rose moaning, pleading, and crying out as +Ralph fucked her followed Ed down stairs as he went toward +the kitchen to get coffee started. Dave was on the couch and +the other man was on the other couch. Shit! Ed thought why +didn't they go home. + + In the kitchen Ed could still hear Rose fucking up +stairs. He knew Rose sure liked Ralph's big cock. It made +Ed feel inferior seeing her respond to such a big cock, and +enjoying it as much or more than she did his cock. + + Ed took his coffee in the living room. Dave was awake +now. The other man was gone. + + "Where is your friend," Ed ask. + + "Well, he said he wanted more of Rose and headed up +stairs," Dave said. + + Ed listened and sure enough Rose was into another and +louder mode now. She was getting it again, he thought. + + Dave smiled, "Sounds like ol Pete is into her again." + + So Pete was his name, Ed thought. Hummm! Dave, Ralph, +Pete, and Ed. Rose sure was having a big night. + + "That is one horny chick," Dave said. "You are one +lucky guy to have such a woman." + + Well I was well covered about that time. Pete had come +up as Ralph was filling me with another load and straddled me +with his hard cock for me to suck. I did and Ralph finished +and Pete took his place. I felt loose and empty with Ralph +out of there. Pete was not getting it done for me. He had a +nice time though for about ten minutes. A much smaller man +in every way Pete pounded away and soon climaxed and left. + + Minutes later Ed came in. He kissed me, ask how I was, +and started playing with me. I was not in the mood to be +fucked again. I told Ed that and he smiled and said he +understood. Ed kept on kissing me, sucking my titties and +slide down and pushed his face in my crotch. I knew I wa a +mess and I could feel cum running from my sore and abused +hole. Now, no one eats pussy like Ed and I wanted that. +Shocked and surprised I lay still while Ed clamped his mouth +over my pussy and started pushing his tongue inside me. I +went crazy with just the thought of Ed eating all that cum +out of my well fucked hole. I started cuming again and kept +on until Ed finally quit. + + "Like to do it again?" Ed ask smiling from between my +legs. + "Any time baby, anytime." \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/artofsex.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/artofsex.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b1299ec3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/artofsex.hum @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ + + +///+ + +---+ + +The+ + = = + =Art= + =O f= + / / + ?Sex? + +---+ + +///+ + +Written in +10 columns +by Cloaked +Warrior on +August 16, +=: 1986 := + +---------- +Neat isn't +it? This +text file +will be a +good one, +promise... +---------- + +The Art of +Sex, what +is it? +Well it's +a file on +how to get +sex the +fun & easy +W a y .... + +Ha! Tricked ya...from here on this will be written in 80 columns... + + (I was getting tired of writing it in 10 columns anyway...) Well here we go. +To have sex with a girl (I assume the readers of this file are men, boys, and +lesbians) the EASIEST way is to go to a local cemetary. First, you have to +prepare yourself. Just bring along with you a pocket sized flashlight, a +shovel, and (this is optional) a friend who will help you carry the coffin. +Then you (and a friend) just dress in black and I think you should also wear a +black hood or mask (use your brother's or a friend's Ninja suit). Wait till +your parents are asleep (or out of town) and quietly leave your house at about +midnight and walk (with a friend if you want) to the cemetary and find the one +you want and dig her up and take her and her coffin home (ask a friend to help +you if it's too heavy). Then the next step is the easiest. Just have some fun +with her for a while and throw her back in the grave. Oh, and besure you give +her a bath and put her in the freezer and also (when you go diggin' for +corpses) besure that her death is recent, 'cause I don't think anyone wants +fuck a decapitated or nearly decomposed mother fucker (unless they're insane!). +What? No local cemetaries near yer home? No problem! An easy way to get sex +is to just rape the girl! If you live near a bar, you can just hang around +there till around 2:00 AM and wait for some chic to walk out alone and follow +her and grab her and tie her up and blind fold her. Then you can strip her +when you get home and fuck her (just keep her blindfolded and tied up). When +your all done just throw her near the place you kidnapped her (at night) when +there's no one around! Then, there is always a better way! Cut class and go +to some other school (to one where no one knows ya) and dress like everyone +else and secretly make your way towards the girls PE locker room and wait till +class is over (that's when they're all takin' showers). But remember to keep +yourself hidden. Go in the locker room before anyone does and hide. If the +door is locked, pick it. And if some asswipe (teacher or student) gets in your +way, use your Karate and beat the shit out of him. If you don't know any +martial arts, go and take it, it's worth it (you can get chics this way +easily). As they're all takin' a shower, sneak to the door you came from and +lock it then knock out all the teachers and girls you want. Then you can take +them one by one. You can fuck them and leave or you can fuck them and take one +of them home! Just dry her off and dress her quickly. If you want, you can +take a camera with you and start taking pictures. But do all this within 5 +minutes or your in deep shit! Blind fold the chic (the one whom you are taking +home) and tie her arms together and take her to the nearest hiding place (like +a bunch of bushes or in the boys' bathroom, lock the door though). Plan +carefully before going on these trips. Make out a map and locate your hiding +places and check to see where everyone is at a certain time and also check out +the area to see when the area is clear. Another way of getting the girl to +have sex with you, is to ride around at night (on your bike) and to look +through windows and check to see if their folks are home. This technique is +like being a peeping Tom, but instead of just watchin' her, you have to make a +move! Ring the door bell and when she answers (be sure to wear make up and +color your face so that you can't be described by her to the cops) grab her and +go into her house and close and lock her door. Then you tie her up and blind +fold her. Knock her out and look for some liquor or drugs or you can bring +your own. Give her some after she recovers from the knock out. Then ya strip +her and play with her a bit and take pictures of her and if you are that horny, +you can jam a stick up her ass or cover her body with oil or soap or powder. +Then you can shave off the hair around her cunt and treat her like a slave. +After a while, you should just wash her off and dress her in sexy clothes and +tuck her in bed and leave (be sure that when handling everything, besides her +body, you must have gloves on, in case they find your fingerprints). + + Another way would be to set her up. Look for a girl that you really like at +school and get a friend to take attempt to take advantage of her as you come to +the rescue, to save her and to beat the shit out of the rapist (a friend). +After saving her, she will thank you for it and then you can get to know her a +bit and finally start out easy with her and end up taking her to bed with you. +This is a rather hard way to get sex, but once you get the girl to like you, +you have it made (sex everyday!). + +What you should do +------------------ + +Raping Technique: If you are using this technique, you can do ANYTHING to the + girl! Which means that you can have her body to yourself! +Corpse Technique: If you use this one you can do EVERYTHING. You can grind + her up (that is if you are insane). Gross but fun. +Persuasive Technique: It is seldom that one is successful when they use this + technique. You must start out by just fondling (arms + and legs only) then slowly continue, until you are able + to touch her tits without her screaming at you or until + she allows you manipulate her in any way...this one will + take alot of practice! Good luck. + ++/The Art Of Sex/+ +Written & typed by +Cloaked Warrior on +August 16, 1986... +3:15 PM (pacific) + + "It is finally completed. You may wish to read files like 'How to be a +successful peeping Tom' or 'How to fuck the Dead'. They give much more details +on how it can be done so...chow Nymphs and wait for more sex files that will be +out this fall at an AE near you!" + + -Cloaked Warrior + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/artosex2.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/artosex2.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2efc1dc1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/artosex2.hum @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ + + +------------+ + + + + + The Art Of + + + + + + Sex! + + + Part II: + + +Other Ways!+ + + + + +------------+ + +*=--------------=* +Written & typed by +Cloaked Warrior on +August 18, 1986... +*=--------------=* + +What to do with the girl(s) +--------------------------- + + After kidnapping the girl what do I do? These are one of the questions many +people like asking. Well, I would probably strip her and set her up on a table +and tie her arms and legs to it. Then I would blind fold her and stuff her +mouth with some cloth or cotton (prevents her from screaming). I would begin +by pouring flour on her body and rubbing oil onto her skin. After getting this +done, I'm now ready for some real fun! + + First, (now I will be directing this to YOU) you jam a stick into her cunt +and make sure she doesn't scream. Second, you pinch the tips of her nipples +until she starts moaning. You are now probably asking, 'What the hell am I +supposed to do now? This is boring!' Well, patience Nymph. Untie her, take +the shit out of her mouth, and unblind fold her (besure to have a mask or Ninja +hood on, she will try to describe you to the cops later). Now all you have to +do is hand cuff her (so that she doesn't fight you off) and take her to your +bedroom and throw her on your bed. Jump on her and lick her oily body and then +give her bath. + + If you really want to, you can torture her. How? The best way is to whip +her. So here is what you do. Tie her up in the corner of a room and get out +long leather whip and start whipping her until she starts pleading. Then you +undress, untie her, and tell her fuck you. If she opposes you, threaten her by +tellin' her that you are going to whip her and grind up her tits. Start by +jumping on her a few times and gradually get rougher. + +*=------=* +Other ways +of getting +sex easily +*=------=* + + 1> Hire a hooker. What? Afraid of getting AIDS? Okay, read on... + + 2> Take your girl out and get her drunk. Then you can take her to your house +or apartment and get her to smoke some marajuana, then get her addicted to +cocaine and give her a little heroine. She's all yours! Don't be afraid, she +almost dead by now, she won't hurt you. + + What? Can't find drugs (or can't afford it?) Just use some real strong stuff +(liquor). Give her a few kegs of beer and some Cherry Wine! Not bad, she will +be left so vulnerable...BUT, there is still another way! + + 3> Fuck the Dead! Yes, if there aren't any cemetaries around, then go to a +hospital and try to sneak out a dead bitch...I would suggest that you read the +file called 'How to fuck the Dead'...this file will give ya alot of details and +shit...anyway, here's a better way (if your afraid of fucking dead women). + + 4> (I just noticed something, I am not typing this damn thing in 80 columns!) +While yer at the hospital, look around for some cute girls (who have not been +operated on or have already recovered from surgery). You can find young ones +and older ones (30+ ain't bad)...Just go into the room, dressed like doctor or +nurse (if you're a lez), and tell her to come with ya (make up something like +this: We have to run some tests. Or: It's ok to go home now. Besure to get +her a wheel chair and lead her into a deserted room.). 'What if I am just a +kid?' some of you may ask. Well, sneak into the room at about 4:00 in the +morning and (watch out for nurses and docs) quietly close the curtains around +her (there's a huge curtain that goes around the patient's bed, this is to +insure privacy). Then you just stuff her mouth with cloth and blind fold her +and QUIETLY rape her...it's kinda hard! To make it seem like a dream, you can +give her a shot that will make her entire body numb (do this when you're done). +Then ya just take the cloth out of her mouth, dress her, open the curtains, and +leave the room... + + 5> If you are the kind who likes little girls, go to a elementary school and +grab a girl during lunch time. Or go into a the girls' bathroom. Wait for the +one you want, grab her, and...(you know the rest)...Read 'Chester's Guide', +this file will give you some details on how to pick up little girls & fuck'em. + + 6> You can use the technique almost ANYWHERE. Go into any women's restroom +and wait. And when some irresistable-looking lamb walks in: + +-Take her home and fuck her. +-Grab her, undress her, blind fold, etc. and fuck her. +-Knock her out and fuck her. +-Act as if you are going to slit her throat. Then ya force her to fuck you. + Besure you have a mask on so that you won't be identified... + +Happy huntin'. Careful! You might end up in the slammers. +Cloaked Warrior '86... +11:30 AM August 18, 1986 +^ (pacific time) +Look out for more Sex Orientated FileS +S.O.F.S. from C.W. Of '86 +Have some Phun, take your time... + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/asiaa_2.sty b/textfiles.com/sex/asiaa_2.sty new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8540d2db --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/asiaa_2.sty @@ -0,0 +1,364 @@ +asiaa_2.sty +Amy, the Thai Tease +by Gerry Kanne +Part 2 + + +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + +"What the hell is this?" Bob thought, pulling the card away from the +staples. She HAD known what was going on! She'd seen him sweating and +flushed; probably she'd heard a moan escape when he was cumming. The +sweet fox had known all along and never said anything! If only she had +made some sign, said something or even looked him square in the eye, then +he could have.... The simple thought of the juicy oriental coed +approving of his sexual act aroused him. He felt like getting in the car +and going now. But why give him this? Was this her way of telling him +to go jerk off with someone else? No, he remembered the twinkle in her +eye as she smiled when had left his office in the morning. This must be +her way of inviting him to ... to what? What was she planning? How did +she know to bring the card with her today? Why did she even have this +free pass? Was she a strip joint fan? + +Highly unlikely. As he turned the card over few times to study it for +clues, he noticed that there was no day or time on the card, so she +wasn't trying to set up a date. He went back to her homework and quickly +read the second page, then went back and scanned the paper again. It was +simply the assigned topic, well done, and as much as he wished there was +something more, he found no "I want to fuck you, teacher," message. He +brought the paper up to his face and inhaled deeply. No scent but that +of wood pulp. + +During the rest of the evening, Bob held the card and daydreamed about +Amy, twice turning back to stare her paper and the delicate curved script +on it. No other papers got corrected, and while he was able to get to +sleep, it was between sticky sheets that were moistened twice that night. + +Getting ready for class the next morning, Bob decided that it would be +best to ignore the card sitting in his wallet and not visit the +nightclub. He was afraid of being seen and recognized in a place like +that. Even though it wouldn't get him fired, after all what he did on +his own time was his business, he didn't want to be known as the sex-mad +professor. Rumors had a way of spreading quickly through the faculty and +students, and he would lose the respect of many students who looked up to +him. Besides, he didn't really want coeds flashing and propositioning +him to 'improve' their grades, in spite of his fantasies. It was also +possible that Amy was trying to trap him in some way and then blackmail +him. It would be best just not to go, and hope Amy wouldn't say anything +to anyone. He would have to be extra careful in her presence to do +nothing suggestive and make sure he kept his eyes in head, no matter how +she dressed. + +But while Bob was busy making virtuous decisions, the primal part of his +unconscious mind, a part that connected to the world only through +hormones, was already set on what he would do. Early in the evening, +card in his wallet, Bob left his house and got in the car to drive across +town. There was an empty feeling in his stomach and his palms were +sweating nervously. "Why are you doing this? What if SHE's there? How +will you be able to face her in class?" Suddenly, almost without +realizing how he got there, a bright sign announced "Girls! All Live! +All Nude!". + +After parking his car in the lot outside, he looked around, got out and +quickly walked to the door. Just inside the entrance, he was stopped by +a man sitting at a table. "Ten dollar admission, two drink minimum, +sir." Bob took out the card and gave it to the man. He took it and +turned it over to see the note on the back. "You're a friend of Amy's, +huh? When you're that lucky, I don't see why you should get in free +too," as he stamped Bob's hand. "You still have to pay for the drinks, +though. Enjoy the show." + +Bob entered the club, walking by a guy who seemed seven feet of solid +muscle, and found himself a seat in a dark back corner. The lights were +low, so no one was likely to recognize him, assuming anyone was looking +anywhere besides the stage. A slim, young blonde with small tits was at +the height of her act, lying on her side on floor of the stage doing leg +lifts. Her pussy was fleeced with hair noticeably darker than the hair +on her head. She was good looking, but not the dish Bob had come for. +The doorman had known Amy, so Bob expected to see her on stage. The idea +of seeing her up there had him excited, but he wasn't sure he wanted her +to know he was watching. + +As the music started up again, another girl appeared on the stage backlit +by a spotlight. She stood with her legs apart, light shining through, +her hair a misty frame around her head. On the beat, she turned sideways +presenting a profile in silhouette. She leaned forward a bit, thrusting +her chest forward and arching her back to present the classic lines of a +pin-up. Lights came up revealing Amy in a skimpy costume. She wore +black and strings of pearls. Her lacy black bustier pushed her white +breasts up, making a shelf for the long strings of pearls that rolled +over them and flowed down between her breasts. Below was a black garter +belt with matching stockings and 5-inch heels to show off her calves, the +seams of the stockings leading the eyes up to the firm curves of her ass. +A tiny black lace g-string was partly hidden in the front by a loop of +pearls that circled her waist. From this loop hung 5 strands of pearls +reaching to mid-thigh, forming a sort of bead-curtain loincloth that +flashed the scrap of translucent lace covering her crotch with every +gyration of her hips. + +As Amy danced, she slowly peeled off her top and teased her nipples by +rolling the pearls back and forth over them. As she showed off the +stiffening tips of her breasts to the crowd, she locked eyes briefly with +each person in the audience. When her eyes reached Bob, she stopped and +ran her hands up from her inner thighs to the ends of her nipples, now +fully engorged on the up-turned tips of her quivering breasts. Even +sitting near the back of the dimly lit room, Bob knew Amy had seen and +recognized him. Blood rushed to his face, and if the light had been +better, it would have been plain to anyone that he was blushing as +furiously as any virgin. However, blood also rushed to his cock which +pulsed in time to Amy's bumps and grinds. When the black g-string +dropped to the stage floor, Amy bent over, legs spread, her shaved cunt +aimed right at her teacher. She looked over her shoulder at Bob with a +sultry gaze, her hair covering half her face and ran her hands up the +back of her legs, following the stocking seam from her knees up to the +garter strap and then spreading her tight cheeks wide. The smile and +wink of an eye that followed almost knocked Bob off his chair. He +reached for his soft drink to wet his suddenly dry throat and found his +hand shaking so much he had to set the glass down on the table and lean +forward to drink. + +Bob's desire for the petite Asian had him literally shaking. He wanted +very much to get her alone, as she had been the day before in his office. +Here he couldn't do anything, not even secretly jerking off. He was sure +that would be an excellent way to get tossed out of the joint. Besides, +he wanted to do much more than simply look, especially after the way she +was teasing him from the stage. + +Amy began to move around the audience off stage, picking up tips while +doing a little bump and grind for each man. In the dim light of Bob's +back corner, Amy strutted up and began to undulate her hips, teasing a +tip out of his wallet. Bob grinned wide enough to cross the Mississippi, +but wasn't sure what to say to his student, so he stared at her jiggling +tits. The round mounds stood out from her chest with no sag at all. Her +full, up-turned nipples trapped his eyes. The aureoles stood out forming +their own walnut-sized mounds topped by stiff nipples. The flesh +quivering to Amy's movements made Bob's mouth literally water. He looked +up and found Amy's dark eyes locked on his. + +As he swallowed, Amy spoke up. "Aren't you even going to tip me? You +look happy to see me," she said and bit softly on her lower lip while her +arms squeezed her breasts together, pushing her nipples out even farther, +all the while staring at him. + +"Oh, sure," Bob said, and pulled a ten spot out of his wallet. "I really +appreciated the free pass, and your show was great." He took a deep +breath and continued "You're the most beautiful--the most gorgeous woman +I've ever seen in person," he said raspy with nervousness and breaking +contact with her eyes only to be trapped by the white smooth valley +between her breasts. + +"Down here," Amy said, and Bob's eyes were momentarily again struck by +the intense stare of dark eyes from the East before her finger, wagging +in front of her face began to trace a line downwards pushing over her +full lips and down the soft throat to between the soft cushions of her +breasts. Her forearm passed over her tit, mashing it down, and when it +popped free, its inflamed nipple snapping out, Bob found that his cock, +hard as iron, had suddenly pulsed and become stiffer. He could have used +it for batting practice with a hard ball with no problem at all. + +"Down.." Amy said, her finger indenting her soft stomach and poking +briefly into her navel before traveling across the smooth flat skin +between her hips. + +"...here," she finished, her fingers now toying with the pearls that were +her only covering before moving on. Bob now was hypnotized by the magic +place behind the swinging strands of pearls. The shimmery pearls rolled +over a mohawk strip of trimmed pussy hair, pushing the strands down only +to have them pop up before the next string of pearls repeated the +process. Below, her cunt was shaved bare and smooth, the inner lips just +visible between the pouting outer fold. Unconsciously leaning down +toward the area of his dreams, Bob detected a faint, musky odor. The +clacking of the of the pearls, audible above the music this close, mixed +with the scent and sight of his student's pussy carried him away from the +noisy club, and his entire world became a few square inches of nubile +flesh. The pearls pattered against the bare cunt lips, perhaps creating +the arousal that Bob smelled. One strand hit squarely between the lips +and stuck for an instant before dropping away glistening with juice. +This woman was wet and ready. + +"Down here, silly," Amy repeated for the third time, and Bob saw her +stretching out a garter two-thirds up on her right thigh. He came to +himself and reached slowly towards the thigh with great deliberation, +afraid his hand might stray to the moist lips inches away. The backs of +his fingers brushed over the smooth skin of Amy's inner thigh as they +pulled the garter out to receive ten dollar bill. The skin was slightly +cool to the touch, but the back of his hand felt waves of heat coming +from the pussy above as if it were a space heater. The pearl strings ran +across his hand as he pulled it back, leaving a small trail of dampness +that cooled in the open air. + +"If you like what you see, and I can tell that you do," she said, her +eyes shining with the reflected glow of neon, "you can have a private +dance for only $50 in our 1-on-1 booth." + +"Sounds great," Bob's cock replied as he reached back to pull out his +wallet a second time. If she had said $5,000 for getting in a pit with +10 starving, rabid Dobermans, his response would have been the same. +Sexual desire had shorted out the rational center of his brain and the +need of his hard dick fogged out all of his earlier shyness. To be alone +with his fantasy girl in a situation where her role was to tease and +arouse him directly touched a deep unconscious need that broke through +the restraints imposed by his role as teacher to this sultry student. +His cock pulsed, wanting attention as he handed over the money. All he +could think of was his body pressed against Amy's soft, warm skin while +his dick was encased in the hot, moist grip of her cunt. + +He heard her instructions to go to a door at the side of the room, but +his mind was screaming for joy! His imagination was in overdrive, +producing images of his hand reaching out and pressing, kneading and +pulling on those puckered nipples as he bends down to kiss her full lips. +How far could he go? His imagination made fantasies become realities, +and Bob trembled. + +In a few minutes, Bob found himself in small room. He sat in the simple +chair against the wall and stared at through the clear glass partition 2 +feet in front of him that separated his small cubby hole from a larger +dance area. This was not what he had expected at all. Sure, it was +private, but he had certainly thought that "private" also implied +something more intimate. Talk about safe sex! This glass barrier could +protect a herd of pachyderms. The whole set up seemed designed so that a +man, perhaps for a suitable tip, could masturbate and the dancer would +not have to worry about the guy getting too carried away. Bob felt very +uncomfortable in the situation, thinking that Amy would type him as some +strange pervert bent on preying on students. Adding a sharp edge to the +situation was his recent memory of the girl's smoldering dark eyes and +her full red lips in a smile as he ogled her naked breasts and wet pussy. +If he didn't know Amy, then he could have gone with the situation and let +his desire take control. However, he wanted to keep his lusts secret +from the co-ed, although how that was possible, now that he'd accepted +this invitation, was a bit of a problem. He wondered how many men had +come to this room and heard her high, girlish voice tinkling out +obscenities, urging them to orgasm. + +Now Amy came out. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each step; the +bright yellow body suit molded itself to her skin without restraining the +fluid movements of her supple muscles and without completely obscuring +the dark puffy buds of her nipples. Matching yellow stockings wrapped +around the curves of her legs. "Hi there," she said, popping a cassette +into a tape deck, " Make yourself comfortable. I hope you enjoy +yourself." Her voice came over a speaker on Bob's side, but he could see +no microphone. + +Bob was already enjoying the olive skin above the stocking top that +curved up and out when it reached her low-slung ass. The high cut bottom +of the body suit set off her soft, fleshy bottom, her olive skin making a +nice contrast to the bright yellow of the narrow band that disappeared +between her cheeks. Even if he couldn't touch her, Bob was enjoying the +view. + +Then music started and the light in Amy's side of the booth went out, +replaced by a black light that set the co-ed's yellow garb glowing. Bob +could dimly make out her face and the bare skin of her thighs, but her +glowing legs and the outline of her tits jiggling to her movements were +the focus of his attention. His cock pulsed and swelled when her thick +nipples atop puffy areolae were clearly outlined in profile, the sheer +yellow fabric molding perfectly to their shape. At regular intervals a +strobe light flashed, revealing the nubile student in poses that seared +his retinas. He saw her kneading her crotch or grabbing her breasts +through the thin, semi-transparent material. One flash of the light +revealed her tongue out, wetting her upper lip, bright red with lipstick. +He also noticed that her eyes were closed, the lids lightly colored with +yellow eyeshadow matching her costume. + +Amy's closed eyes gave him the courage to unzip his trousers and pry out, +a little painfully, his stiff prick. As the stiff organ snapped out, he +grabbed it and began to seriously stroke it, the head an angry purple. +He was intensely aware of his student a few feet away from his naked +dick. As he pumped and pulled the obscenely swollen organ, Amy began to +spray herself with a shower head on a hose. Bob didn't know where it had +come from, but the water sparkled in the black light and encased the sexy +co-ed's body in a silvery halo. It also, he quickly noticed, turned the +bodysuit completely transparent. His pants were below his knees now as +his hand pumped his cock more insistently as Amy bent over, her ass +inches from the glass, the bare lips of her pussy showing clearly through +the soaked fabric. + +The erotic, wet-dream world created by the black light, music, water and +sex goddess body of the young Thai lady became more charged when Amy +changed the spray of water to pulsing jets. She stroked the hose in time +to the bursts of compact water that she aimed at her face and open mouth. +Bob's unconscious immediately turned the water splattering and drenching +the student's face into his cum. He pressed against the glass, moving +his head back only when his breath began to fog his view of her full red +lips and the stray lock of hair stuck to her cheek. The swollen head of +his penis flattened against the cool glass as his body pressed forward, +trying to reach the biological magnet attracting it, the Asian dreamgirl +working as hard as she could to get his dick hard and his balls pumping +cum. She was no longer his student or even a real person, for Bob's mind +had found both the source and goal of the lust that had driven the lives +of creatures alive before the hominid family was ever considered by the +forces of evolution. + +Amy turned to face him in the flickering strobe light and as one pulled +at a puckered nipple the other sensuously gathered the water from one +cheek and popped into her mouth. Her almond eyes were still closed when +her finger began to fuck her shiny red lips which were pursed around the +substitute cock. At the same time, her other hand stroked down her body +and slid beneath the thin transparent strip of cloth which stuck wetly to +her pussy. First one and then two fingers slipped between the naked cunt +lips deep into her wet hole. Amy began to gyrate her hips and masturbate +in time to the deep low sound of the bass line in the music, driving her +fingers hard and deep into her creaming pussy. Her beautiful face, +sparkling with drops of water that could be lust-created sweat, was drawn +in passion while she licked and bit the finger in her mouth. + +Bob steadily and firmly stroked his cock, his knees bent and his hips +thrust forward so that the engorged organ bobbed in the air in front of +his student. He moved his other hand between his legs, the palm pressing +the soft wrinkled skin of his ball sack and massaging the two grape-sized +orbs inside as his fingers rubbed the stiff hidden base of his dick back +between his legs. His lust was amplified by the uninhibited eroticism +displayed by the girl finger fucking herself a mere foot or two away. +The mushroom head flared wide and became smooth and shiny. The rod in +his hand became steel-rigid and his muscles tensed in pleasure, but +inside he felt a relaxing as a passage opened up for his building current +of cum. His cock, now huge and swollen, waved openly in angry power in +front of its focus, the Asian coed bitch-in-heat. His pounding fist now +ran on automatic, blurring up and down the stiff pulsing dick. + +A strong flow of cum was being pressured up his penis when the music +suddenly stopped and Amy dropped to her knees in front of him, face up, +tongue wrapped around her finger, eyes open and staring into his. If the +eyes are mirrors of the soul, here animal passion had clearly claimed +both, and in the meeting of these two spirits, Bob felt a snarling, +frenzied lust which could never be bettered but only matched by the most +savage of animal matings. Thick white gouts of passion slammed and +spattered the glass in front of his Oriental student's face over and over +again while Bob's lips curled back and his breath came strong vocal +pants. Lava flows of cum ran down the glass only to be fed from the +source once more. Amy stuck out her wet tongue and wagged it at the +pumping prick, then bit her full lower lip, her eyes never leaving Bob's. + +"Cunt. Slut," Bob's voice growled out as he pulled out the last of the +cum to drip on floor. Amy smiled behind the sperm-smeared glass. + +Where did THAT come from, Bob wondered, his rational mind now taking +control. He quickly took in the sleazy scene. His pants were down +around his ankles; both hand were in his crotch cupping his balls and +holding his penis, cum oozing out the tip. The glass looked like a water +balloon filled with cum had hit it, and Amy was on the other side, the +coed with the shaved cunt and a bodysuit that covered everything but hid +nothing. His temples, armpits and back were wet, and the smell of semen +and sweat filled his nostrils. + +How could he have done this in front of her? His conscience, formed many +years ago by parents and pulpit, came down hard. He turned to the side +away from Amy and groped for his trousers. His cock had not yet had time +to wilt, so he had to painfully bend the still massive organ and +forcefully stuff it in his briefs. He did not notice Amy's avid stare. + +"Wow! I didn't even take off my clothes yet. I told you it was a good +show," Amy remarked smugly. "Hey, wait!" she cried when she saw her +professor moving toward the door before he had even put his clothes back +together. "Can't you stay around for a while? I have a special show to +do later, but after you can drive me home. I don't want to take a cab." + +Bob heard her muffled voice through the glass, but he couldn't bring +himself to turn around and look at the girl. But wait, she said +something about taking her home? + +"I could do that, if you want," he said hesitantly over his shoulder. + +"Great," Amy replied and gave the glass a kick to get him to turn around. +"See you later," she said, her fingers pulling her stiff nipples through +the yellow fabric. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/babyhave.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/babyhave.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3bb3b606 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/babyhave.hum @@ -0,0 +1,196 @@ + Taken From an unknown source (if anyone does know, please feel free to give +the proper credit to the proper individual). + + Adapted to this format (That really just means typed-in) by Fred Hensley +Olympia WA + + +TO: Those who like watching babies being born + + FROM: A grandfatherly primitive type man who never indulged in baby borning + watching telling about the experience of a young friend who watched his + baby being born. + +RE: The "Fantastic experience" Birthing rooms give baby borning + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Let's take just a quick look at the history of baby-having: for thousands of +years only women had babies. Primitive women would go off into primitive huts +and groan and wail and sweat while other women hovered around. The primitive +men stayed outside doing manly things, such as lifting heavy objects and +spitting. + + When the baby was born, the women would clean it up as best they could and +show it to the men who would spit appreciately and head off to the forest to +throw sharp sticks at small animals. If you had suggested to primitive men that +they should actually watch women having babies, they would have laughed at you +and probably tortured you for three or four days. They were real men. + + At the beginning of the 20th century, women started having babies in hospital +rooms. Often males were present, but they were professional doctors who were +paid large sums of money and wore masks. Normal civilian males continued to +stay out of the baby-having area; they remained in waiting rooms reading old +copies of Field and Stream, an activity that is less manly than lifting heavy +objects, but still reasonably manly. + + What I'm getting at is that, for most of history, baby-having was mainly in +the hands (so to speak) of women. Many fine people were born under this system, +Charles Lindbergh, for example. + + Things changed, though in the 1970's. The birth rate dropped sharply. Women +started going to college and driving bulldozers and carrying briefcases and +freely using such words as debenture. They just didn't have time to have +babies. For a while there, the only people having babies were unwed teenage +girls, who are very fertile and can get pregnant merely by standing down-wind +from teenage boys. + + Then, young professional couples began to realize that their lives were +missing something---a sense of stability, of companionship, or reponsibility for +another life. So they got Labrador retrievers. A little later, they started +having babies again, mainly because of tax advantages. These days you can't +open your car door without hitting a pregnant woman. But there's a catch: +women now expect men to watch them have babies. This is called "natural +childbirth," which is one of those terms that sound terrific, but that nobody +really understands. Another one is "ph balanced." + + At first, natural childbirth was popular only with the hippie-type, granola +oriented couples who lived in geodesic domes and named their babies thing like +Peace, Love, World Understanding, Barrington- Schwartz. The males, their brains +badly corroded by drugs and organic food, wrote smarmy articles about what a +meaningful experience it is to see a New Life come Into the World. None of +these articles mentioned the various other fluids and solids that come into the +world with the New Life, so people got the impression that watching somebody +have a baby was just a peck of meaningful fun. At cocktail parties, you'd run +into natural-childbirth converts who would drone on for hours, giving you +contraction-by-contraction account of what went on in the delivery room. They +were worse than the Moonies, or people who tell you how much they bought their +homes for in 1973, and how much they're worth today. + + Before long, natural childbirth was everywhere, like salad bars; and now +perfectly innocent civilian males all over the country are required by Federal +law to watch females have babies. I recently had to watch my wife have a baby. + + First, we had to go to 10 evening childbirth classes at Bethesda Hospital. +Before the classes, the hospital told us, mysteriously, to bring two pillows. +This was the first humiliation, because no two of our pillowcases matched, and +many have beer or cranberry juice stains. It may be possible to walk down the +streets of Kuala Lumpur with stained, unmatched pillowcases and still feel +dignified, but this is not possible in Zanesville. + + Anyway, we showed up for the first class, with about 15 other couples +consisting of women who were going to have to have babies and men who were going +to have to watch them. They all had matching pillow cases. In fact, some +couples had obviously purchased tasteful pillowcases especially for childbirth +class; these were the Country Club type couples, wearing golf and tennis +apparel, who were planning to have wealthy babies. Thay sat together through +all the classes, and eventually agreed to get together for brunch. + + The classes consisted of sitting in a brightly lit room and openly discussing, +among other things, the uterus. Now I can remember at time, in high school, +when I would have killed for reliable information on the uterus. But having +discussed it at length, having seen actual full-color diagrams, I must say in +all honesty that although I respect it a great deal as an organ, it has lost +much of its charm. + + Our childbirth-class instructor was very big on the uterus because that's were +babies generally spend their time before birth. She also spent some time on the +ovum, which is near the ovaries. What happens is the ovum hangs around reading +novels and eating chocolates until along comes this big crowd of spermatoza, +which are tiny, very stupid one-celled organisms. They're looking for the ovum, +but most of them wouldn't know it if they fell over it. They swim around for +days, trying to mate with the pancreas and whatever other organs they bump into. +eventually, however, one stumbles into the ovum, and the happy couple parades +down the fallopian tubes to the uterus. + + In the uterus, the Miracle of Life begins, unless you believe the Miracle of +Life does not begin there, and if you think I'm going to get into that, you're +crazy. Anyway, the ovum starts growing rapidly and dividing into lots of little +specialized parts, not unlike the Federal government. Within six weeks, it has +developed all the organs it needs to drool; by 10 weeks, it has the ability to +cry in restarurants. In childbirth class, they showed us actual pictures of a +fetus developing inside a uterus. They didn't tell us how these pictures were +taken, but I suspect it involved a great deal of drinking. + + We saw lots of pictures. One evening, we saw a movie of a woman we didn't +even know having a baby. I am serious. Some woman actually let some +moviemakers film the whole thing. In color. She was from California. Another +time, the instructor announced, in the tone of voice you might use to tell +people that they had just won free trips to the Bahamas, that we were going to +see color slides of a Caesarian section. The first slides showed her cheerfully +holding a baby. The middle slides showed how they got the baby out of the +cheerful woman, but I can't give you a lot of detail here because I had to go +out for 15 or 20 drinks of water. I do remember that at one point our +instructor cheerfully observed that there was "surprisingly little blood, +really." She evidently felt this was a selling point. + + When we weren't looking a pictures or discussing the uterus, we practiced +breathing. This is where the pillows came in. What happens is that when the +baby gets ready to leave the uterus, the woman goes throught a series of what +the medical community laughingly refers to as "contractions"; if it was referred +to them as "horrible pains that make you wonder why the hell you ever decided to +get pregnant," people might stop having babies and the medical community would +have to go into the major-appliance business. + + In the older days, under President Eisenhower, doctors avoided contraction +problems by giving lots of drugs to women who were having babies. They'd knock +them out during the delivery, and the women would wake up when the kids were +entering the fourth grade. But the idea with natural childbirth is to try to +avoid giving the woman a lot of drugs, so she can share the first, intimate +moments after birth with the baby and father and the obstetrician and the +pediatrician and the standby anesthesiologist and several nurses and the person +who cleans the delivery room. + + The key to avoiding drugs, according to the natural-childbirth people, is for +the woman to breathe deeply. Really. The theory is that if she breathes +deeply, she'll get all relaxed and won't notice that she's in a hospital room, +wearing a truly perverted garment and having a baby. I'm not sure who came up +with this theory. Whoever it was evidently believed that women have very small +brains. + + So, in childbirth classes, we spent a lot of time sprawled on these little +mats with our pillows while the women pretend to have contractions and the men +squatted around with stopwatches and pretend to time them. The Country Club +couples didn't care for this part. They were not into squatting. After a +couple of classes, they started bringing little backgammon sets and playing +backgammon when they were supposed to be practicing breathing. I imagine they +used servants to have contractions for them. + + Anyway, my wife and I traipsed along for months, breathing and timing, +respectively. We had no problems whatsoever. We were a terrific team. We had +a swell time. Really. + + The actual delivery was slightly more difficult. I don't want to name names, +but I held up my end. I had my stopwatch in good working order and I told my +wife to breathe. "Don't forget to breath," I'd say, or "You should breathe, you +know." She, on the other hand, was unusually cranky. For example, she didn't +want me to use my stopwatch. Can you imagine? All that practice, all that +squatting on the natural-childbirth classroom floor, and she suddenly gets into +this big snit about stopwatches. Also, she almost completely lost her sense of +humor. At one point, I made an especially amusing remark, and she tried to hit +me. She usually has an excellent sense of humor. + + Nonetheless, the baby came out all right, or at least all right for newborn +babies, which is pretty awful unless you're a big fan of slime. I thought I had +held up well for the whole thing when the doctor, who up to then had behaved +like a perfectly rational person, said, "Would you like to see the placenta?" +Now let's face it; that is like asking "would you like me to pour hot tar into +your nostrils?" Nobody would like to see a placenta. If anything, it would be a +form of punishment: + + JURY: We find the defendant guilty of stealing from the old and crippled. + + JUDGE: I sentence the defendant to look at three placenta. + + But without waiting for an answer, the doctor held up the placenta, not unlike +the way you might hold up a bowling trophy. I bet he wouldn't have tried that +with people who have matching pillowcases. + + The placenta aside, everthing worked out fine. We ended up with an extremely +healthy, organic, natural baby, who immediately demanded to be put back into the +uterus. + + All in all, it's not a bad way to reproduce, although I understand that some +members of the flatworm family simply divide into two. +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/bases.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/bases.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1734a5c4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/bases.txt @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ + + Newly Revised Guide to the Bases + -------------------------------- + + Do you remember middle school/junior high/high school? If so, do you +remember talking about 'the bases' with your friends ("Yeahman, at the +dance, Vinny and Amy went behind the gym and they got to second base!")? +Well that was cool and all, but what the hell was second base? Tongue +kissing? Up the shirt? No one was really sure. Also, the bases tended to +get progressively more intense as you got older. What's a person to do? + Here, we mourn the passing of traditional baseball analogies to +describe sexual activity. Let's face it, there are more than four stages +in today's day and age of sex play. So, in the interest of both bringing +baseball sex metaphors in line with the complications of modern romance and +standardizing the bases themselves, we present the Newly revised guide to +the bases. + +First, let's examine what the bases could have meant in the old days. + + --First Base- This was almost always kissing, although one guy I know + thought it meant holding hands. Sometimes it was tongue kissing + and sometimes not. + --Second Base- This meant either tongue kissing, breast feeling, or + outside the clothes genital contact. + --Third Base- Usually this was a hand down the pants of you or your + partner. + --Home Run- This was ALWAYS sex, although it was rarely reached in the + times when you had to refer to it in terms of bases. And if it was, + EVERYONE knew! + + Well that system is ok, if you are a young teenager with a +repressed sex drive. But what happens when you reach maturity and new +factors enter the equation, such as oral sex (a.k.a. the sloppy)? And what +about the exact definitions? Well we have attempted to answer such puzzling +questions and present without further ado... + + The Newly Revised Guide to the Bases + + --On Deck- Having plans for a date + --Strike-Out- Duh!! + --Walk- Kissing + --Bunt- Masturbation + --Single- Tongue kissing + --Double- Breasts/chest touched, some clothes off, lots of grabbing +and feels + --Triple- Most of the clothes off, genital contact, mutual +masturbation + --Inside the park home run- Oral Sex + --Home Run- SEX!!! + --Ground Rule Double- Would have sex, but no condom + --Error- Condom breaks during sex + --Banned for life for gambling- Sex without condom + --Hall of Fame- Marriage + + Now that we've got the basics, let's introduce some terms to +better explain all the things that can happen now a days. + + --Balk- Premature ejaculation + --Pine Tar- KY jelly + --Relief pitcher- Vibrator + --Rain Delay- parents/roommate return home unexpectedly + --Box Seats- Waterbed + --Seventh Inning Stretch- Unusual positions + --Dead Ball- Blue balls / passion cramps + --Florida Snow- Cocaine (I know you don't get it...tough.) + --Rookie- Virgin + --Minor Leagues- Under 18 + --Loaded Bases- Manage a trois + --Grand Slam- Sex three times in twelve hours + --Foul tip- Venereal Disease + --Three up and three down- impotency + --"All you"- Make the first move + --Batting Glove - sexual aide +Now that we have the definitions, lets quickly contrast the +old confusion with our current clarity. + +OLD WAY- we um got to third base i guess and then we um got like past + third base, but not to home plate. i really like her. +NEW WAY- first, there was a triple, then we got an inside the park home + run, and started thinking, it's hall of fame time. +NEW WAY- So there i was with the bases loaded and nobody out, when i balked + during the seventh inning stretch and i had to call in a relief + pitcher. + + +>> If we could, at this time, shrink the Earth's population to a +>>village of precisely 100 people, with all existing human ratios +>>remaining the same, it would look like this: +>> There would be 57 Asians, 21 Europeans, 14 from the Western +>>Hemisphere (North and South) and 8 Africans. +>> 70 would be non-white; 30 white. +>> 70 would be non-Christian; 30 Christian. +>> 50% of the entire world wealth would be in the hands of only 6 +>> people - and all 6 would be citizens of the United States.>> +>> 70 would be unable to read. +>> 50 would suffer from malnutrition. +>> 80 would live in sub-standard housing. +>> Only 1 would have a college education. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/bear_cod.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/bear_cod.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..41722f77 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/bear_cod.txt @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ + + /****************************************************************/ + /* NBCS - V1.9.1 The Natural Bears Classification System */ + /* */ + /* A classification system for bears, and bear-like men */ + /* Version 1.9.1 3/24/1991 */ + /* Authors: rdonahue@spdcc.com and jls2@bearhug.UUCP */ + /* (Bob Donahue = BBC) (Jeff Stoner) */ + /****************************************************************/ + + Because "Bears" mean so many things to different people, +because bears come in all shapes and sizes and have different sexual +proclivities, because classified ad prices are SOOOOOO expensive, +we (while eating lunch at a Boulder, Colorado, Wendy's on Thanksgiving +weekend, 1989) came up with this incredibly-scientific system to describe +bears and bear-like men. + + Since we both have interests in astronomy, we are well-versed in +star and galaxy classification systems, which use prototypes to set the +standards for describing things. Rather than just saying something is of +"Type I" or "Type II" (etc.), it is better to use natural features to describe +an object, in particular as a continuum of a range of features. Such is +the case with bears. + +------------- T H E C L A S S I F I C A T I O N S C H E M E ------------- + + The most obvious characteristic of a bear is understandibly +his facial fur. So, that is the most logical place to begin. Using +a capital "B" to denote "BEAR", we have added a sub-class characterizing +"beard type" which combines a bear's beard's length, thickness, and +overall "keptness", numbered from 0 to 9 and defined in the following +way: + + 0 - (Little/no beard, or incredibly sparse) Such a beard is + the absolute minimum that could ever be classified as a + beard. We're talking 5-o'clock shadow, here! And yes, we + are of the opinon that the beardless can still find + company among the ursines! + + 1 - (VERY slight beard) This is the kind of beard that people have + who want to have a beard, but can't grow one. + Or someone who is contantly at the 1-week phase. + + 2 - (Slight beard) A beard kept VERY short at all times, or + thinned out. + + 3 - (Thin beard) A beard in all respects but kept thin + and short. + + 4 - (Mostly full) A beard that is full except for a few noticable + bald spots, or kept trimmed. + + 5 - (Full beard) A full beard not generally trimmed, though not + generally bushy. May have a few bald spots on inspection. + Usually full and roundish beards fall into this category. + + 6 - (Very full) A full beard, not trimmed. May be slightly + bushy but very full. Thick, full beards (moreso than B5's) + are B6's. B6's beards also generally are higher up on + the cheeks than B5's. + + 7 - (Longish/bushy beards) A full beard or slightly thin beard + with longish fur. This beard is not trimmed and does come + away from the chin. + + 8 - (Very Long Beards) These beards are usually very bushy and + haven't seen clippers for a very long time. + + 9 - (Belt-buckle-grazing long beards) The prototype is ZZ Top. + Need we say more? + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Ok... Using this scheme, it shouldn't be hard to narrow a person +down to within 1 sub-class, although occasionally people may fall between +two classes, and then the end result is left up to the person classifying, +or one may use a hybrid designation (for example: B7/4) for those who vary +across time (in the given range they spend more time near the first number). + +---------- O T H E R C L A S S I F I E R S F O R B E A R S ------------- + + While beards can be an observable trait of bears, there are other +things that different people take into consideration as to "what makes up +a bear", and things that people like in their bears. So, bearing that in mind +(pun intended) there are other criteria that can/should optionally +follow the "B" designation. + + N.B. It is not necessary to have a "grade" for each of these +traits! For each there is a "neutral" value, which basically describes +someone who is "average" or "unknown" within that trait. These "neutral" +values are given below, but would not be reported --- treat them as either +"default" or "assumed". + + - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + + f - "The FUR factor". Some bears are particularly hairy about the + rest of their bodies, others INCREDIBLY furry, yet others + though rightfully bears, have little or no fur on their + chests, arms, legs, back, butt, etc. So, one of the + following may be added to better describe a bear's fur: + + f++ WAY above average fur + f+ above average fur + f furry in a bearish sense + (none) "neutral", avg. fur from a sample population of + both bears and non-bears + f- below average fur + f-- WAY below average fur--"Nair-smooth to the max!" + + t - "the TALLNESS factor". To describe bears that are tall or + short for their frame. + + t++ a virtual giant bear + t+ taller than average + t tall but not very tall + (none) average height + t- shorter than average + t-- a bear of very small stature + + w - "the WEIGHT factor". For those who perfer their bears more + or less fluffy. + + w++ a round bear/BIG TEDDY bear + w+ a big boned bear + w bear with a tummy + (none) average weight for frame + w- a thin bear (otters!) + w-- a bony bear + + c - "the CUB factor". For the junior up and coming bears. + + c++ complete daddy's boy + c+ definite cub + c cub tendencies + (none) not "cubbish" + c- looks like a cub but isn't + + d - "the DADDY factor". For the cubs, etc. + + d++ DADDY with a vengenance (even his parents call him SIR!) + d+ definite DADDY + d daddyish tendencies + (none) not a daddy + d- looks like a daddy but isn't + + Note there are now also HYBRID classes "cd" and "dc": + + cd A cub with "daddy tendencies"... Sort of like + a "grown up cub". + dc A daddy with cub-like tendencies/features. + dc- More daddy than cub + d+c REAL daddyish and also VERY cubbish + (etc.) + + g - "the GROPE factor": This is the amount one likes to be touched + or pawed etc. + + g++ Love to grope/paw/touch etc. Will attack without + warning. Gives hugs to hot otherwise unknown bears + on the street in open daylight. + g+ likes to be touched most of the time + g Generally outgoing with ursine affection, a little + more reserved about place/person... + (none) Average amount of receptivity to being touched + g- Generally doesn't like people to invade his + personal aura/lair. + g-- You touch my bod, I break your face! + + k - "the KINKY factor"... for those who dare. + + k++ likes just about EVERYTHING... we mean *EVERYTHING*!!! + k+ picks and choose according to likes; willing to consider + new ideas + k open minded. Might choose SOME things on the "menu" + (none) kinky neutral + k- has definite ABSOLUTE dislikes + k-- totally vanilla + + s - "SEX (ok, SLUT) factor: In SOME people's bear codes, "s" might + really mean "k" (since "k" WAS originally "s" in the earlier + versions...). + + s-- strictly monogamously/relationship oriented. No + outside affairs, or in some cases, sex ONLY in + relationships + s- relationship oriented. Perfers a formal sort of + relationship over playing around, however the + scope of the word relationship is not defined here. + (none) relationship neutral + s neutral wrt to relationships/monogamy. + s+ will form relationships which are generally open-ended + s++ strictly polygamous, prefers very open relationships + ONLY. + + m - "the MUSCLE factor"... for those who like meat on them bones. + (N.B. "semi-"official --- may be dropped w/ V2.0) + + m++ Arnold Schwartzineger is that you? + m+ definitely works out or is a ranchhand + m some definition/blue collar + (none) muscle neutral + + e - "the ENDOWMENT factor"... sometimes a size queen's gotta do + what a size queen's gotta do. + (N.B. "semi-"official --- may be dropped w/ V2.0) + + e++ gets complete respect even from straight men + e+ gets attention + e noteworthy + (none) endowment neutral + + + h - "the BEHR factor"... for behrs (men without beards but bears). + You might also put a parenthesized number for the "B" + designation to give an idea of WHAT the person would + look like with a beard. + + h behr (moustache no beard) + h+ Definite BEHR (moustache no beard) + h- no beard OR moustache! (very rare but still + cave dewlling) + + r - "the RUGGED/OUTDOOR factor". + + r++ "Grizzly Adams" + r+ Flannel/jeans/C&W really *are* second skin + r Spends some time outdoors/camping + (none) rugged neutral + r- prefers indoor-type activities (techie or 3-piece) + r-- never seen in the outdoors at all. + + p - "the PECULIAR factor" + + p Some idiosyncracies --- no judgement made to + whether these are "good" or "not so good" + + q - "the *Q* factor (ahem)" + + q for people who look like bears, but + "when they open their mouths, yards of chiffon come out" + + ADDITIONAL PUNCTUATION + The following aren't graded, they are just flags attached to the + overall classification: + + v for variable, said trait is not very rigid, may + change with time or with individual interaction + (e.g. some guys who are generally REAL daddies, + may turn into REAL cubs occasionally, etc.) + + ? for traits where there is no HARD information + available and the value is completely guessed + at: eg. a picture of a hot bear that LOOKS like + a rugged outdoorsman, r+? but in reality could + be a 3-piece suit bear. + + : for traits which are observed but uncertain, + eg. a guy who is wearing a lot of clothes, so + you can't be SURE he's an f+, but his forearms + REALLY suggest that he is, hence f+: + + ! for cases where the trait is as close to a + prototype as possible, or an exemplary case of + a specfic trait... eg. the ultimate f++! + + () for indicating "cross-overs" or ranges. A guy + who goes from k to k++ depending on the situation + (ie mostly "k") could use k(++) + + You can make the punctuation as detailed as desired, although + the best ones to read are the ones which are the most clear and + simple to understand. + + +NOTE: None of the classification materials in any way suggests a ranking or + value judgement, in terms of what constitutes a "better" bear. Every + person has their own favorite type! + +----------------- S O M E S P E C I F I C E X A M P L E S ---------------- + +The authors: + +Bob Donahue B5 c+ f s-: w t- r k? +Jeff Stoner B6 f+ w sv w r+ k(+?) + +A sampling of our joint classifications of other mailing list folks... + +Steve Dyer B5/7 dvcvc f++ t- w+ k- (the shoulders get the f++) +Brian Gollum B4 k++ s: c?- t- w++ r- p +Ken Dykes B8 s+ f+ m t w e+ r p +"Furr" Madison B7 f+ t+ w- e+ k+ cv +Rob Boldbear [a/k/a Bernardo] B2 f+ t- dvcv sv w- m+ r+ p g+ +Jay Schuster B3 c f- s+ w- p? +Bob Rowe B4 m s+ r+ e (Jeff trying not to put +++'s) + +Notables from Bobby... + +Wilford Brimley: B0 h w+ d+ k? f (OK I'm wishing for an "k") +Hacksaw Jim Duggan: B6 w+ t+ k+? m++ +Lyle Alzado: B3 w+ k+? f-- m++ e++ (so I'm told) +model in 4/84 HONCHO: B6 w d+? r+ f+++! <---- an exceptional case +Dan Blocker: B0 h- w m+ d+ f+ r++ t+ + +Notables from Jeff... + +Dan Seals: B4 r+ d f+? t+ k+? (wishful thinking!) +Randy Owen: B5 r+ f+? w- m e? k++? (more wishful thinking!) + +So let's hear some feedback on this! It's been a little quiet around +here lately. While we wait for more to come along, here's an appropriate +classification for the season: + +Santa Claus B8 d++ f? w++ k--? + +Enjoy!!! From half of the states required to make the "Four Corners" exist... + +----------------------------------------------------- + + Added note: We're still working on this... Some bears +have asked that we extend the system to include "beard parameters +like thickness, length, kemptnmess, etc...., so inevitably "VERSION 2" +will be done... I have run across a bear or two that for me defied +"good classification", mostly because of the beard. So... we'll see. + + +Have fun! +BBC + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/beastiality.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/beastiality.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7519fe39 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/beastiality.txt @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ + Leeched from... +THE POLKA AE/cDc 806/794-4362 pwrd:KILL + + +<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<> +<> The complete guide <> +<> to <> +<> Beastiality & Necro-Beastiality <> +<> by <> +<> Nuclear Deth <> +<>=<6>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<6>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<>=<6>=<> + + Since the beginning of time, men have been plagued with cold-nosed women +who simply refused to put out. Well, it was not long before man realized the +value of Rosey Palm and her five sisters. Men really liked ole' Rose, but she +lacked that lubricating wetness that provided for mind blowing orgasms that +pussy could secrete. So those men got to thinking: A pussy is a pussy, no +matter what the species.. So began the age of Beastiality. Unfortunately, +fucking animals gave rise to new diseases, like syphilus. So when the rubber +was finally invented, men could not only beast-fuck without the worry of +infecting their shlongs, they could also fuck the dead ones. + Now, with the arrival of AIDS, women are especially stingy with their +snatches. I hope this guide will be helpful to men & women both. +==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""== + +FINDING AN ANIMAL +----------------- + Make sure the animal's cunt is big enough to fit you dick! + You haven't felt pain until you've had a donkey crack your + nads! Suggested animals- Sheep, cow, horse (if your over + 6'), pig. Just go out in the country if you live in the + city, or the zoo if you have no wheels. + +FOREPLAY +------- + Animals have to get excited, just like humans. Try to pick an animal + without a tail, cause usually they have shit caked in the hair. + Leave the animal standing, don't attempt to lay it down. Remember, + they fuck standing up ( Unless you choose a cat ). Now, get on your + knees and GENTLY grasp her ankles. lose your eyes and slowly run + your tounge along the length of her slit. Try to hold your nose, + the slime on her uter lips is a mixture of spit, piss, smegma, and + whatever else she rubbed her cunt in. Her hips will start to get + a little relaxed, and soon her pussy-juice will start to drip down + your face. Use your fingers and find her clit if you can. Work + a finger in at first, then 2 until her hole is loose enough to bang. + +>> MPORTANT STEP << +-------------------- + Now slip on your rubber. I recommend Trojan(C), lubbed + with receptical. Never use ribbed or you'll get kicked + in the nuts again. + +FUCKING THE ANIMAL +------------------ + Slowly stand up, you don't want to destroy the mood she's + in. Animals can be even flakier than real women. Reach + down nd spread her cuntlips open. Doesn't it look great! + Now, the hard part. Slowly slide your firm, hard dick up + her loose, smelly gash. Once you have it in, hold your + position. Let her get used to the feeling of you member + inside her. Now slowly grind you pelvis into her ass. I + know you'll be getting shit all over your bush since her + asshole is right there, but this will arouse her even + more. Don't be suprised if she farts either, they can't + hold gas when they fuck. SLOWLY thrust in and out. Be + sensitive to the needs of your partner, work out a rythem + WITH her, don't be selfish. Occasionally reach down and + fondle her clit, her anus, her thighs. She will loe you + for it. Now you can quicken the pace and let go of your + wad. Sometimes, if the mood is right, you can whip off + your rubber and shoot your wad all over her butt, using + your cum for lube if you decide to fuck her in the ass + later. + +ANAL SEX +-------- + If you didn't cum on her ass, you might want to lick your fingers + work them in her asshole. Or you can just lick her asshole and + wiggle your tounge inside her bowels if you like, both will do the + tick. Animals are generally not to ound of buttfucking, it hurts + them too, only they are used to passng massive amounts of shit so + their assholes are a tad looser. + +NECRO-BEASTIALITY +----------------- + Necro-beastiality can be dangerous. You are sticking your + dick in dead flesh, and there's lots of bacteria at work + decomposing her body. So, now you have more than just one + disease to worry about. But I know how satisfying it can + be to fuck a cold, dead pussy. The nice thing is you don't + have to worry if she wants to or not. She's dead. Also, + you don't have to worry about lubrication. During the + course of decaying, the animal's cunt will be bloated with + puss, so once you start to bang all those tastey juices go + free!! You might alo want to try oral sex with her. Just + bend over and lick up the puss. Don't attempt anal sex! + + Her intestines are stiff, when you pull your dick out, her + guts will still be wrapped around your dick and it gets + real messy... + +==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""== +== An Inner Sanctum/Deth Production (C) 1987 <> == +== The Carrion AE P/W: DIE 602-841-8408 <> == +== Samarra BBS 602-220-9363 <> == +== Metal AE P/W: KILL 201-879-6668 <><><><> == +== Demon Roach Underground 806/794-4362 <> == +==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""==""== + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/bedgolf.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/bedgolf.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..30235d05 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/bedgolf.jok @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ + + + Bedroom golf + + The player will furnish his own equipment for play, normally + one club and two balls. + + Owner of the course must approve equipment before play may begin. + + Unlike regular golf, the object of the game is to get the club + into the hole while keeping the balls out. + + For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. + The course owner may check the stiffness of the shaft before + allowing play to commence. + + Course owner reserves the right to restrict the shaft length, + so as to avoid damage to the course. + + The object of the game is to take as many strokes as possible, + until the course owner is satisfied. + + Players are cautioned to play the correct hole, as indicated by + the course owner. + + It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately + upon arrival at the course. Experienced players will admire the + course, paying special attention to the well-formed bunkers. + + Players are cautioned not to mention other courses the have played + recently to the owner of the course presently being played. + + If the course to be played is temporarily under repair, player is + advised to find alternate means of play. + + It is considered outstanding form to play the hole several times + in one match. + + Course owner shall be the judge of who is the best player. + + It is considered bad form to reveal your score to other players, + or even that you have played the course. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/beefstar.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/beefstar.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..33a81958 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/beefstar.hum @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ + "Do you, like, ever let people into your meat-locker to, like, uh, you know, +fuck around with the meat?" I asked. + + The short-haired Greek man looked at me strangely from behind the counter. +Several of the waitresses glared in my direction. + + "What you mean 'fuck around'?" the dumpy Greek asked. + + "You know, like shovin' your dick in and out of the openings in the meat. +Then, like, getting a bunch of smelly, sticky cream of tubesteak all over the +junk that you grind into foodburgers," I informed him. + + "Naw. We don't do that. You don't do that. Nobody do that," the imbecile +claimed. + + "I do that," I began, "and as a matter of fact, most of my pals do that too. +We like it." + + Overhearing our conversation, one of the waitresses gave me a sour look. +She seemed to be acting like she was getting sick. The cook and the other two +waitresses completely ignored everything except the random orders for patty +melts and double cheeseburgers. + + "Look, I don't wanna do nothin' weird or strange or anything. I just wanna +fuck a bunch of meat that you got in your huge ol' meat locker. Listen, don't +any of you stupid fuckers understand what I'm sayin'?" I stated in an agitated +manner. + + "Mister, people gotta eat my food. If you stick dick in food, no can eat. +Frank lose money. No can do," the Greek said. + + "How much money would you lose, bright eyes?" I asked. + + "Big thing of cow cost Frank $220 for a half," Greek-man said. + + "Well, I wanna fuck around with about 13 of them. Let's see...that's about +$2860...and I'll give you...oh, let's see...$40 just for letting me do it, +OK?" + + "I dunno." + + "OK. Look, I'll give you $3000 cash, RIGHT NOW, cause I like you an awful +lot, and also cause I'm fucking sick and tired or trying to talk to you +goddamn Greek half-wits." + + The Greek seemed to ponder what I had said for a minute, or perhaps he was +just wallowing in incomprehension. One waitress went into the back-room and +loudly threw up. + + "OK. But you give Frank money NOW." + + I handed the three bills over to the fool and lifted up a section of the +counter and walked into the walk-in freezer. + + "OK, you can fuck with 13 sides of cow, but leave cheese and other gunk +alone. OK?" + + There was a wide variety of different kinds of food present in the walk-in +freezer. Many, many eggs and other fine foods. I could see containers of +pancake batter and butter. On the left was what I was after. Thirteen +beautiful sides of beef! + + I started to get a hard-on just looking at the beef! + + "You got your cash. Get out of here!" I shouted at the geek. + + I casually waltzed up to the nearest beef-side and began to sweet-talk it. + + "Hi, new in town? Ever get into Satanism? Shit, you're cute." + + The cool beef did not reply. + + --Original story by Don Bolles + +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/billie.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/billie.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..28416b94 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/billie.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2482 @@ +Billie + +Billie lay very still. She knew she was seeing something she wasn't +supposed to. A dim light was on in the other end of the darkened +Winnebago. She could see her Aunt and Uncle lying side by side on the +double bed. Hedda, her mother's sister, and Bjorn, her husband, were +kissing. They were lying on top of the cover, with their feet towards +where Billie lay in the sofa bed with her two cousins, Ralph and Myrtle. +Billie could see that the two adults were dressed for bed, and they were +just lying there together with their arms around each other kissing. +Billie couldn't believe that she was here. + +She hadn't seen her cousins in several years, but two weeks ago, her +Aunt Hedda had called her mother and asked if Wilmenna (Billie's given +name) would like to go on vacation with them. Her mother had agreed and +they had stopped in the middle of the night to pick her up at her house. +They were going to drive during the night so that they would be at the +camping park before morning. Her mother was supposed to drive down in a +few days to join them. Her two cousins, 15 year old Ralph and 14 year +old Myrtle, had been sacked out on the sofa bed in the middle of the +travel vehicle when she got on board. They had waked up and the three +of them had talked and giggled for a while before going to sleep. They +had just fallen asleep in their clothes there on the sofa bed together. +Billie was on the right side of the bed, towards the back of the +vehicle, Myrtle was in the middle, and Ralph was snoring on the other +side of Myrtle. Billie had half-waked when she felt the big Winnebago +bumping over rough terrain. Shortly after this she had been vaguely +aware of her aunt and uncle moving past where they slept to the back of +the trailer, and realized that they must have reached their destination. +She had just about dozed back off when she heard her aunt giggle. She +had peeked to see what was going on and discovered that they were +smooching. Her aunt had on a short gown and her uncle had on pajamas. +Now as she watched, she saw Bjorn sliding his hands all over Hedda's big +tits, and then she saw him pull the strap of her gown down and take hold +of her bare tit. As she watched, she saw him lower his head to her +breast. With his head in the way, she couldn't be too sure, but she had +the impression that he was kissing her tits. Bjorn slid down on the bed +a little, and, as he moved, his crotch came into Billie's view. She +almost gasped aloud at what she saw. His pajama pants were bulging! +From the way his pants were sticking out, she knew he had an "erection" +as the books on sex called it. Then she saw him slide his hand up +between Hedda's legs, pulling her gown up as he did so. When he reached +her crotch, she opened her legs and Billie saw him slide his finger +right up inside of her pussy! From the angle she had, she could +actually see his finger disappear through the black hair and go up her +slit. She saw her aunt reach down and slide her hand inside the waist +of Bjorn's pajama pants. From the way Hedda's hand was moving back and +forth, Billie knew that her aunt was stroking Bjorn's penis. She held +her breath as she watched. + +After several minutes, she saw her uncle raise up and slide over on top +of her aunt. She saw her aunt pushing his pajamas down, and she almost +gasped when his butt came into view. She had never seen a man's butt, +and she was very excited at getting to view her uncle's. She realized +that she was "sexually aroused" as the books called it. She knew her +virgin 13 year old pussy was wet with juice. She had played with her +pussy enough to know the excited feeling. + +She saw her aunt pull her legs up, her knees sticking up on each side of +her uncle's thighs. She knew that they were about to have sex, or +"fuck" as some of her more experienced friends at school called it. + +Billie saw her uncle's buttocks tighten as he pushed against her aunt, +and she realized that he must have just put his penis inside of her +vagina. Billie almost giggled out loud. She was thinking in the terms +which she had seen in the books. Her friend, Jill, would have said that +he just stuck his dick in her pussy. As she watched, she saw her +uncle's buttocks tighten and relax as he thrust into his wife and then +withdrew. Billie lay very still and watched his butt, looking at the +way the muscles tightened and relaxed as he repeatedly thrust and +withdrew, thrust and withdrew. Bjorn was doing it faster now. His +buttocks were clenching and relaxing at a much faster rate. She could +hear her aunt sort of moaning and groaning in time with Bjorn's thrusts. +It sounded like her aunt was really enjoying what she was getting. +Billie saw Hedda's hands slide down over Bjorn's ass. Hedda had hold of +his butt checks, pulling and pushing, encouraging him in his thrusts. +Suddenly, she saw her aunt's legs jerk upward and heard her begin to +kind of moan and cry. She saw her uncle shove forward hard and hold +tight up against her. His buttocks were clenched tightly and she could +hear him gasping and groaning. She realized that they must be +"climaxing" and that his organ must be shooting his stuff up inside of +her. + +After a few moments, they lay still. Billie was hoping that her uncle +would raise up and that she would see his dick when he pulled it out of +her aunt, but they just lay there. Billie drifted off to sleep before +the couple moved, so she didn't get to see Bjorn raise up and slide off +of Hedda and pull his pajamas up. Billie was awakened by a hand shaking +her shoulder. + +"Billie, rise and shine," she heard Hedda's voice. Sleepily, Billie +rolled over onto her back. She had been having the most wonderful +dream. She had been watching her uncle's bare butt, thrusting and +pushing. But it had been her he was thrusting and pushing into! + +Looking around, she saw that Myrtle was sitting up beside her, rubbing +her eyes and Ralph was sitting on the side of the sofa bed on the other +side of Myrtle. Hedda laughed at them. "You guys got a lot more sleep +than we did last night, and we're having to wake you up," she laughed at +them. "Come on, I've got breakfast ready." She motioned toward the +front of the vehicle, and Billie saw that the booth-like table was set +with bacon and eggs. Bjorn was putting forks on the table. The kids +didn't need any more encouragement. All three of them scrambled off the +bed and headed for the table. + +After breakfast, they all went out together to look around the camping +park. They were parked in a wooded section near a river. There was only +one other vehicle in that section of the park, a big conversion van, +parked three campsites away. There was a small building next to the +conversion van which Billie guessed was some sort of bath house. Their +campsite was all the way on the end of the row, and it had a picnic +table and a campfire circle. + +They walked down the road past the conversion van and when they rounded +a curve in the drive, Billie saw a swimming pool ahead. Beyond the +swimming pool, there were more campsites, and what looked like a lodge. +They walked on down to the swimming pool, and discovered that there was +a concession stand alongside it. The kids went around to inspect the +pool while Bjorn and Hedda walked on down to the lodge. + +"Hey, look over there," Ralph whispered to the girls. He was looking +back up the road in the direction of their campsite. The girls saw +another girl coming down the road. The new girl was a cute looking +blond, a little on the chubby side. The thing which had attracted Ralph +was her figure. She had large bouncy tits which were threatening to +fall out of the skimpy halter top which she was wearing. Her shorts +were so tight that it looked like she had been poured into them. + +"Ralph's hormones are acting up," Myrtle giggled to Billie as the girl +approached them. + +"Hi," she said as came up to them. She looked to be about 15 years old, +and was quite pretty in spite of being just a little heavy. Billie and +Myrtle realized that her greeting was really directed to Ralph, but they +all responded. They found that she was from the conversion van which +they had passed on the way down, and that she was there with her mother +and father, who were still asleep. Her name was Olga, and she had been +hoping that someone else her age would show up soon. Again, she seemed +much more interested in Ralph than in the other girls. They talked to +Olga until Bjorn and Hedda came out of the lodge and called them. + +"Olga's hormones are acting up, too," Myrtle giggled to Billie as they +trotted over to where the grownups were waiting. "The bath house is +available for us to use," Hedda told them, "so we won't be stuck with +the tiny shower in the bus. + +"Besides the van we passed, we're the only ones on our side of the +swimming pool right now." + +They looked around the area some more, then they all headed back for the +campsite except Ralph, who was over by the pool talking to Olga again. + +Bjorn and Hedda were walking several yards ahead of the girls, with +their arms around each other. + +"I wonder how they are going to manage being in that trailer with us for +a whole week," Myrtle giggled to Billie. + +"What do you mean?" Billie asked. + +"Well, they like to screw a lot," Myrtle explained. "Ralph and I hear +them going at it almost every night. I wonder how they are going to +manage with us in the same room with them." + +Billie giggled and whispered what she had seen the night before to +Myrtle. Myrtle got very excited, wanting to know all the details. She +was disappointed when Billie confessed that she had not seen Bjorn's +prick. + +"You should see it," she whispered. "It's huge! Much bigger than +Ralph's!" + +"You've seen them?" Billie asked. + +"Sure," Myrtle replied. "Well, I've never seen Dad's hard, but it's +bigger soft than Ralph's is when he's got a hardon," she giggled. + +"You've seen Ralph's hard?" Billie asked with disbelief. + +"Yeah, and you probably will too, before this week is out," she giggled. +"And I'll bet Olga will see it too, if Ralph has anything to say about +it," she laughed. + +When they came up to the bath house, Myrtle called out to her parents +that they were going to stop there. "I've gotta pee," Myrtle told +Billie. Billie was feeling the urge, too, so the two girls went into +the ladies side of the bath house. When they got inside, they realized +that they could hear a shower running. It seemed to be coming from the +men's side. Myrtle held her finger up to her lips, indicating to Billie +to be quiet. Billie wondered what her cousin was up to. She followed +as Myrtle moved silently into the shower area. She seemed to be looking +at the wall separating the men's and women's areas, then she grinned and +motioned to Billie to follow her. She moved right up to the wall and +pointed to two holes in the wall. She bent down and peered through one +of the holes. Billie bent over and looked through the other hole. What +she saw made her blood boil up! There was a naked man in the other +side, standing under the shower. He was on the other side of the shower +from the wall and had his back to the girls. Billie could see his butt, +all hairy and hard looking. As they watched, he turned around and faced +directly towards the girls! They could see his prick, hanging down +between his legs. To Billie, it seemed huge. The man, who looked to be +about the same age as Bjorn, was soaping his stomach. + +He slid his hand down to his crotch and began to soap his large hairy +balls. Then his hand came up and encircled his large organ, sliding up +and down along the length of it, covering it with soap. As the girls +watched, they saw his prick beginning to stiffen as his hand slid up and +down it. It got stiffer and stiffer, rising up until it extended +straight out from his crotch. Billie couldn't see as well as she would +have liked to, because of the soap covering it and his hand sliding up +and down on it. However, she could see the large purple knob, coming +into view each time the man's hand moved down towards the base of the +huge shaft. After several moments, the man turned back towards the +shower head and began to wash the soap off of his body. When he turned +back around again, the girls saw that his dick had softened, and was now +pointing out and down, rather than standing up as it had been. The man +turned back toward the shower head again, and let the water run over him +a few more moments, then he turned the water off. He moved out of their +view through the door into the main dressing area. + +Myrtle quickly moved out of the shower area and began to search the wall +in the main dressing area. Finally, she spotted some more peep holes. +The girls found, though, when they looked through, that the man had +finished drying himself off and was putting his clothes on. They +watched until he had completely dressed, and they saw him leave the bath +house. + +As soon as he had gone, Billie suddenly realized that she was becoming +desperate to pee. Evidently, Myrtle was feeling the same way, because +both girls rushed into the stalls to do their business. When Billie +came out, she met Myrtle coming out of the next stall. + +"Wow, did you see the size of his dick?" Myrtle giggled. + +"Yeah," Billie replied. "But how did you know about the knot holes?" + +"Oh, there are always peep holes between the men's and women's sides in +these places," Myrtle told her. "I've peeked through lots of them." + +"Hey, that means that they can peek at us, too," Billie suddenly +realized. + +"Oh yeah, I've been peeked at lots of times," Myrtle told her. "I +usually give them a good show when I know they're watching." + +Billie couldn't believe her ears, but the idea sounded so exciting that +she hoped she would get a chance to show herself off. + +"I'll bet that was Olga's dad," Myrtle guessed as they walked back +toward the campsite. They didn't get a chance to discuss it any further +at the moment, though, because Hedda came out of the vehicle as they +approached, and called for them to hurry and help them set up camp. + +They busied themselves getting folding chairs and other equipment out of +the vehicle and setting up camp. Ralph returned and joined in the work. +He and Bjorn hung a large hammock between two trees while the females +arranged the camp furniture around the entrance to the big camping bus. +Billie noticed that, for some reason, Bjorn seemed to have selected a +place to hang the hammock which was isolated from view. It was in +behind some trees and bushes, and was visible only from the bus. + +After they had finished arranging the campsite, Hedda commented that she +could use a shower and asked the girls if they would like to join her. +They got their clothes and towels and walked down to the bath house. +Billie was thinking about the holes in the wall, and she was sure that +Myrtle was thinking the same thing. She decided that she was going to +watch the holes to see if she could tell if anyone was watching. + +The three of them quickly undressed and went into the shower area. It +was one big area, and was not divided into stalls. Billie turned on the +shower and began soaping herself, keeping an eye on the knotholes across +the room. Myrtle was using the shower head next to her and Hedda was +just beyond Myrtle. Hedda was a tall, well-built woman. Her tits were +large and firm, jutting out proudly from her chest. Her stomach was +slightly rounded, and the juncture of her legs was covered with a thick +bush of jet black curls. Myrtle, like her mother, was tall, with firm +tits standing up proudly, accented by her flat youthful stomach. Unlike +Hedda, who was a brunette, Myrtle was a redhead like her step-father. +Her auburn curls were matched by a thin covering of rust colored curls +between her legs. Billie, being a year younger than Myrtle, was not as +well endowed. Her titties were much smaller, being about the size of +oranges, but her nipples were very large and puffy, about like silver +dollars, almost covering her still developing titties. Her cunthair +below her flat stomach, was almost nonexistent, being a thin growth of +short blonde curls. As Billie lathered her tits, she glanced at the +peepholes again. She thought she saw a movement behind one of the +holes! Being careful not to appear to be staring, she looked closer. +Yes! She was sure she could make out an eye behind one of the holes! +Someone was watching! She glanced at Myrtle. Myrtle looked at her and +nodded imperceptibly at the hole. Yes, Myrtle had seen it too. + +Billie kept her front towards the hole, lathering her titties and +squeezing them, aware that her large nipples were becoming quite hard. +She glanced at Myrtle and saw that she was facing directly toward the +peep hole and was washing her pussy, her legs slightly apart, giving the +watcher a look directly between her legs. Hedda, beyond Myrtle, had her +back to the peep hole. She dropped her soap on the floor and bent over +to pick it up, with her ass pointing straight toward the hole. Billie +realized that whoever was watching was getting a perfect look up between +Hedda's legs. When Hedda straightened up, Billie saw her glance toward +the far wall. Well, how about that, Aunt Hedda knew they were being +watched and she was showing off, too. For several minutes, all three +females continued to wash themselves and expose themselves to the unseen +watcher. Finally, they turned off the water and moved to the dressing +area. Billie sat on a bench, with her knees straight toward the holes +in the wall across the room. She saw movement behind a hole and spread +her legs, drying her pussy in full view of the watcher! + +When they were dressed, the three girls casually gathered up their +things and walked out the door into the fresh sunshine. When they were +alone, Billie and Myrtle talked about what had happened in the shower. +Myrtle agreed with Billie that her mother had been aware of the watcher +and had deliberately exposed herself. The girls decided that it must +have been Olga's step-father, because both Ralph and Bjorn were +stretched out on lounge chairs at the campsite when they got back there. + +After lunch, the kids decided that they wanted to go swimming. Bjorn +and Hedda said they would "take a nap" while the kids were gone. They +got their bathing suits and headed for the pool. + +"Well, Mom and Dad will be going at it while we are gone," Myrtle said +as they walked along together. + +"Yeah," Ralph agreed. "Don't you wish you could see them do it?" + +"Billie saw them," Myrtle told him. Ralph got very excited and wanted +to know about it. At their insistence, Billie recounted everything she +had seen in the darkened trailer. She saw Ralph's pants bulging as she +told the story. Myrtle saw it too. + +"Ralph," she giggled. "You had better cool off before we get to the +pool, or they might not let you in." + +Ralph just grinned and reached down and pushed his bulging lump down. + +The girls went into the girls side of the dressing room and changed into +their swimming suits. When they emerged from the dressing room, they +found Ralph already in the pool. They both jumped into the water and +soon were splashing and playing in the water. There was no one else in +at the time, so they had the pool all to themselves. They were chasing +each other around, splashing and dunking each other. Billie and Myrtle +had teamed up on Ralph and had succeeded in dunking him twice. When he +came up the second time, he reached for Myrtle, but she got away. +Suddenly turning on Billie, he grabbed her around the waist and fell +backwards, taking them both underwater. When they surfaced, laughing +and blowing water, Billie was aware that Ralph still had his arms around +her waist. He pulled her back against him. She suddenly became very +aware of something pressing against her butt. She realized that he had +a hardon. She could feel it pushing against her. He slid one hand up, +under the water and she suddenly felt his hand close on her left tit +through her bathing suit. + +"Ralph," she giggled. Myrtle came back up beside them. She saw Ralph's +hand on Billie's tit under the surface of the water. + +"Copping a feel, Ralph?" she asked. + +"Sure," he replied, giving Billie's tit a squeeze. + +"Better not let your girlfriend see you doing that," Myrtle told him, +nodding toward the end of the pool. Olga had just emerged from the +dressing room door, dressed in the most skimpy bikini that Billie had +ever seen. Ralph's hand immediately left Billie's tit and he swam off +toward the end of the pool toward Olga. + +"Too bad she showed up right then," Myrtle said. "I think things were +about to get really interesting. Did he have a hardon?" + +"Yeah, I could feel it up against my butt," Billie told her. + +"Well, we'll get some action from him, but I think we're going to have +to share him with Olga," Myrtle observed. + +The two girls got out of the water and got cokes from a machine and sat +down at a round table by the pool. They sat and watched Ralph and Olga +wrestling around in the water. Billie could see that Ralph had a big +hardon when he surfaced once and rolled momentarily onto his back. +Billie also saw that Olga didn't miss the show he had given for her. +The two kids in the water continued to splash and wrestle around for a +while, then they moved up to the side of the pool next to where the +girls were sitting. Olga was up against the side of the pool, and Ralph +was against her back. Both girls knew that he was rubbing his hardon up +against her ass. She pretended to be talking to Myrtle and Billie, but +the girls could tell that she was having a hard time concentrating on +the conversation. + +Finally, Myrtle suggested to Billie that they get out and go explore the +rest of the camp. Billie agreed and Ralph and Olga didn't seem to be +sorry to see them go. + +They went into the dressing room and got their clothes. Myrtle +suggested, with a twinkle in her eye, that they go to the bath house to +change back into their clothes. + +As soon as the girls entered the bath house, they checked out the peep +holes. They were disappointed to find that the other side was not +occupied at the moment. They then proceeded to get dressed. Billie was +wearing a shortsleeved blouse and blue jeans over her bra and panties, +and Myrtle was wearing a sleeveless blouse and short shorts over bikini +panties with no bra. They had just finished dressing when Myrtle +suddenly held her finger to her lips. They listened and heard whispers +coming through the wall. They went into the shower area and discovered +that the sound was coming from behind the bath house. + +"It's Ralph and Olga," Myrtle whispered in Billie's ear. "Let's sneak +around and see what they are doing." + +The girls went out the door and make their way around behind the bath +house, circling back through the woods to come up behind the building. +Peeking through some bushes, they saw Ralph and Olga right up against +the bath house. Olga was leaning with her back up against the wall and +Ralph was in front of her. He was kissing her and he had one strap of +her suit top down. He had her big tit in his hand, pressing and rolling +it around while he kissed her. Then he bent down and took her nipple in +his mouth and started sucking on it. From their vantage point, the +girls could see that the front of Ralph's bathing suit was bulging +almost to the point of bursting. + +As Ralph sucked Olga's tit, he began to slide one hand down over her +stomach. When he reached the top of her bikini bottoms he slid his hand +inside and straight down between her legs. Even though the material of +her suit was in the way, the girls could see that he was sliding his +finger around in her slit. Then his hand moved even deeper down in her +suit. + +"He's got his finger up her pussy," Myrtle whispered to Billie. + +Sure enough, that is exactly where Ralph's finger was. He was sliding +it slowly in and out of her pussy, his hand moving in her bikini as he +fingered her. While he was doing that to her, she reached down and +began to squeeze his dick through his bathing suit. She slid her hand +up to the top of his suit and was just about to put her hand down the +front of his suit when a voice began calling Olga's name. It was a +woman's voice, obviously Olga's mom, and it was coming from the +direction of the conversion van. Olga jumped and reached down and +pulled Ralph's hand out of her bikini. She quickly pulled her strap up +and disappeared around the side of the bath house toward the women's +entrance, so that it would appear that she was coming from the women's +side of the bath house when she emerged into view. Ralph was standing +there looking very forlorn. Myrtle giggled and grabbed Billie's hand +and emerged from their hiding place. + + +"Too bad," she told Ralph. "You were just about to score." + +Ralph jumped. "You were spying on me." + +"Aw, you know you don't care," Myrtle said coming up beside him. + +Ralph laughed. "Of all the dumb luck, her mother would have to call her +right then." + +"Yeah, left you with a big hardon, didn't she," Myrtle laughed at him. +Then she and Billie turned and went around the side of the bath house, +leaving him standing there. + +When they got back to the campsite, they found Bjorn and Hedda stretched +out in a couple of the lounge chairs. Ralph came into camp a few +minutes later. Hedda asked if they had enjoyed their swim, but did not +ask why they had come back separately. + +After supper, they all sat around the table in the front of the vehicle +and played cards until about 10 o'clock. Hedda told them that she and +Bjorn were going to a late night party at the lodge. They said they +thought they would go to bed, since it had been a long day. + +Hedda suggested to Ralph that he get ready for bed in the small bathroom +in the vehicle, out of deference to Billie's modesty. + +"At least until she gets used to us," Hedda told him. + +"After all, she isn't used to our casual ways. I hope you don't mind +the three of you sleeping in one bed," she told Billie, "but Ralph will +be on the other side of Myrtle from you." + +"I'm not as shy as Mother may have led you to believe, Hedda," Billie +told her aunt. + +Ralph went into the little bathroom, and Bjorn went back into the back +bedroom. The girls quickly shed their clothes and put on their sleep +wear, Myrtle wearing a babydoll pajama set and Billie putting on a gown +and matching panties. When Ralph came out of the bathroom, he had on a +pair of pajama bottoms with no shirt. + +The three kids piled up in bed, with Myrtle in the middle, and Hedda and +Bjorn left for the party. + +The kids lay quietly for several minutes. Finally, Myrtle broke the +silence. + +"Ralph, I'm surprised you aren't slipping out to see Olga," she said. + +"She had to go into town with her folks to visit somebody tonight," he +said. + +"You almost got her this afternoon," Myrtle grinned at him. + +"Yeah, a few more minutes," Ralph said wistfully. + +"I noticed you were pretty interested in Billie's titties until Olga +showed up at the pool," Myrtle continued. + +Ralph was raised up on one elbow, looking across his sister at Billie. +"Yeah, you've got nice tits, Billie," he told her. + +Both girls laughed. Myrtle pointed down at Ralph's bulging pajamas. +"Why don't you show her that and maybe she'll show you her tits," Myrtle +suggested. + +"How about it, Billie?" asked Ralph. "Will you show me your tits if I +show you my dick?" + +Billie looked at the bulging pajama pants. "I guess so," she replied. + +Ralph reached down and unsnapped his pajama pants. He opened them wide +and his dick popped out into the open, sticking straight up toward his +belly button. Quickly, he stripped the pants down off of his feet and +kicked them off onto the floor. + +"Wow," breathed Billie, staring at his dick. She could see the veins +bulging in the shaft with the swollen purplish-red knob on the end. +Ralph reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, slowly +sliding his hand up and down along the shaft. + +"Now, show me your tits," he said. + +"Myrtle has got to show hers, too," Billie said. + +"Sure," Myrtle said taking hold of her pajama top and pulling it off +over her head with one smooth movement. "Now, your turn." + +Billie got up on her knees and took the bottom of her gown in her hands. +Slowly, she pulled it up and pulled it off over her head. + +"Wow, Billie, they're beautiful," Ralph said, staring at her. Billie +blushed hotly. "You're both beautiful," Ralph said, looking at his +sister. "Now show me your pussies." + +Myrtle lay back on her back and slowly pushed her panties down. When +she had them all the way off, she spread her legs and reached down and +used her fingers to pull her pussy wide open, revealing the pink folds +inside. Ralph's fist was sliding up and down his dick with a regular +rhythm, stroking up and down as he looked at his sister's pussy. + +"Now, show him yours," Myrtle told Billie. + +Billie lay down on her back and reached down to take hold of her +panties. + +"Let me do it," Ralph said. He crawled over the prone Myrtle, his dick +bobbling up and down as he moved. He knelt on his knees beside Billie +and took hold of the waistband of her bikini panties. + +Slowly, he began pulling them down. He gasped as her pussy came into +view. Then he pulled the panties all the way down and off over her +feet. He sat back on his heels, looking down at his pretty cousin's +pussy. Then he stretched out on his side between the two girls, +propping himself up on one elbow, looking at Billie. + +Myrtle raised up and looked down at Ralph's dick. + +"Why don't you jack off for us?" she suggested. + +"OK, if both of you will finger yourselves for me," he said. + +"Sure, we'll do that, won't we, Billie?" Myrtle agreed. + +"Yeah, I guess so," Billie said. "You go first," she suggested to +Myrtle. + +"OK," Myrtle agreed. She flopped down on her back and spread her legs. +The other two kids raised up so they could see, and Myrtle began +stroking her pussy with her fingertip. She slowly began to let the tip +of her finger delve down into her crack, tickling her hard clitoris. +Then, she used her fingers to pull her pussy wide open, showing the +juicy pink interior. Then, using the forefinger of one hand to rub her +clit, she slid the other hand down and began to slide the fingertip down +into her cunthole. Stroking and fingering, she began to get more and +more excited, playing with herself while the other two watched. Then, +suddenly, she became very red in the face, and climaxed, arching her +back and shoving her finger all the way up into her pussy. Finally, she +lay back, breathing hard. + +"Now, you do it, Ralph," Billie said. + +"You first," Ralph said. + +"No, you do it, then I'll do it," Billie said. + +Ralph slid off of the bed and stood at the foot of the bed facing the +girls. They lay on their stomachs and watched as his hand began to +slide up and down his hard dick. Faster and faster his fist pumped on +his dick, until he was nearly jacking himself into a frenzy. The girls +watched with mounting excitement, as they waited for the eruption. They +didn't have long to wait. + + +Suddenly, Ralph thrust forward, his dick sticking out through his +grasping fist. It was almost like his dick had erupted, a huge glob of +white stuff shooting out the end and landing on the bed. Ralph groaned +as another spurt shot out, landing just short of where the first had +hit. Spurt after spurt shot out, flying through the air. Finally, the +spurts turned to a dribble and stopped. + +Myrtle jumped off of the bed and grabbed a towel, handing it to Ralph. +He wiped his hand and dick off, then wiped up the puddling come from the +bed. + +"Now, Billie, its your turn," Ralph said. Billie lay back on the bed +and spread her legs wide. Ralph stood at the end of the bed, looking +right up between her legs while Myrtle lay beside her, watching +intently. + +Billie slid her hands down between her legs and slowly pulled her pussy +open for them to see. She was feeling very excited, and she knew that +her pussy was already wet. Blushing, partly from embarrassment, partly +from excitement, she began to rub her clitty. Slowly sliding her +fingertip over the protruding little nubbing, she began to slide the +other hand down farther into her slit, letting the tip of her finger +swirl around in the tight opening to her cunt hole. Slowly, she began +to slide her middle finger up into her hole. When it was about half way +in, she began to slide it in and out, fingering herself while she +continued to tickle and rub her clit with the finger of the other hand. +Looking down the length of her body, she saw Ralph stooping down and +looking directly up between her legs. He raised up and she realized +that his dick was rock hard again. Suddenly, he crawled onto the bed +between her legs. + +Ralph slowly slid his hands up the inside of Billie's thighs. When he +reached her pussy, he used his fingers to hold her pussy lips wide open +while he watched her fingers work on her own pussy. + +"Why don't you do it for her?" Myrtle asked him. In response, Ralph +slid one finger down to where Billie's finger was sliding in and out of +her pussy. She pulled her finger out and he gently and slowly slid his +own finger up into her hole. She gasped as she felt it slowly going all +the way up into her cunt. No one else had ever had a finger in her, and +having Ralph doing this to her was much better than doing it herself. +Ralph began to slowly slide his finger in and out of her. He used the +tip of the forefinger of his other hand to rub her clit. He gently +rolled the little button back and forth as he fingered her. Billie +began to feel the rising excitement which she knew meant that she was +about to come. Suddenly, gasping for breath, she thrust her hips +upwards toward the thrusting finger and began to jerk, gyrating her hips +wildly on his thrusting finger. She was coming! Bigger and better than +she had ever come before. + + +Finally, Billie lay still. Ralph pulled his finger out of her juicy +pussy and looked down at her. "Billie, you are beautiful," he told her. +She smiled at him. Looking down, she saw that his dick was still +sticking up, hard as it could be. + +Suddenly, Ralph lowered himself down on top of her. She could feel his +stomach against her stomach, his chest pressed against her tits. She +felt his lips contact her lips, his tongue coming in between her lips. +Then she felt his dick come up between her legs, the end sliding right +into her juicy slit. + +"No, Ralph," she suddenly gasped, pushing against him. He began raising +up and down, trying to find her cunt hole with the end of his dick. + +"No," she said again, almost in a panic. Myrtle grabbed her brother by +the shoulders and began pulling on him, trying to pull him off of her. + +"Ralph, stop it," Myrtle was telling him. Seeming to come to his +senses, Ralph suddenly raised up and rolled off of his cousin. He looked +over at her, the disappointment showing in his eyes. + +"Ralph, I've never done it," Billie told him. + +"Neither have I," Myrtle said. "Ralph, you can't do it to her if she +doesn't want to," she told him. + +"I know it," he said. "Billie, I'm sorry. All of a sudden, I just +wanted so badly to fuck you." + +"I know," she told him. "I wanted to do it too, but I was scared. +Maybe we'll do it some other time." + +"Wow, I hope you'll let me watch if you do," Myrtle said. + +"Let me do it to you," Ralph said, half playfully and half seriously. + +"UhUh," she replied. "You've tried before, and I've told you that I +feel funny about letting my brother fuck me. Besides, I'm a little +scared too." + +"Well, let me finger you," he said sliding his hand up between her legs. +Myrtle giggled and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs so he could +get to her. Billie raised up and looked over his body, watching his +finger slide in and out of Myrtle's pussy. + +Looking down, Billie saw his dick sticking straight out in front of him. +She reached down and boldly grasped it in her fist. Ralph grunted as +she began to slide her hand up and down the length of the hard shaft. + +Myrtle raised her head and looked down, seeing what was going on. "Oh, +yeah, you do him while he does me," she told Billie. Billie + +continued to slowly jack on Ralph's dick. She delighted in the feel of +it in her hand. She couldn't believe how the outer skin slid up and +down on the shaft as she pumped it up and down. And when her hand went +all the way out to the end, she marvelled at the velvety smoothness of +the big red knob. Juice was flowing out of the slit in the end and +running down over her hand, lubricating the shaft as it slipped back and +forth in her fist. Looking over at Myrtle, Billie saw that she was +getting red in the face, huffing and puffing through her nostrils. +Ralph's finger was sliding in and out of her pussy, pumping in a pool of +pussy juice. Ralph was beginning to thrust his dick through Billie's +pumping fist, now. He was contributing as much to the jacking off as +she was. + +Suddenly, Myrtle let out a little shriek and grabbed Ralph's hand. She +shoved on it, driving his finger all the way up in her pussy and holding +it there. She was coming. + +And Ralph was right behind her. With a sudden thrust that nearly jerked +his dick out of Billie's hand, he began shooting off. + +Spurt after spurt of white cum shot from his dick, splattering against +Myrtle's hip, as Billie continued to slide her hand up and down the +slippery shaft. Finally, it quit spurting. Billie looked down at the +juice running down all over her hand. She was amazed at how warm and +slippery it was. + +Ralph pulled his finger out of Myrtle's pussy and reached for the towel. +Billie released his dick and watched him wipe the juice off of Myrtle's +hip and then wipe his dick off. Then, turning toward her, he took her +hand and wiped it off with the towel. He grinned at her and she smiled +back. + +"Hey, we better get our clothes back on," Myrtle said. "Mom and Dad may +be back any time." Realizing that they were all three lying there naked +and that Bjorn and Hedda might walk in the door at any time, the three +youngsters quickly scrambled back into their night clothes. They turned +on the TV set and lay and watched TV with Ralph between Billie and +Myrtle. The girls nestled up against him and they all watched TV until +they fell asleep, which wasn't long in the satisfied state which they +found themselves in. When Bjorn and Hedda came in, they found them +snoring peacefully with the TV still going. Hedda went over and turned +the TV off, then stopped and looked down at the sleeping youths. + +Her brow went up, a puzzled look on her face when she realized that +Ralph was sleeping between the two girls. Then, as she moved around the +foot of the bed, she noticed the towel lying on the floor at the foot of +the bed. When she picked it up she noticed that it was stiff in places. +She examined it and then a broad smile went over her face as she +recognized feel of dried cum on the cloth. She stood a few moments and +looked down at the kids, wondering just how far they were going. She +was somewhat surprised at her reaction. Ralph might be screwing his +cousin. + +She then suddenly realized that if he had, he had done it in front of +his sister. Then she realized that he might have screwed Myrtle, too. +Hedda was surprised at how excited that prospect made her feel. + +The kids spent most of the next morning at the swimming pool. Olga had +evidently not come back yet, because she had not put in an appearance. +They didn't get to do anything of a sexual nature while they were at the +pool because Bjorn and Hedda were there also. + +Hedda had told Bjorn about her suspicions from observing the towel and +she had been surprised at his reaction. His response had been one of +"Do you really think they are messing around? Hey, maybe we could watch +them?" They had decided that they would keep their eyes open for +anything going on. + +About noon, Olga and her parents returned to camp. When they were all +walking back to the campsite, the big conversion van pulled in just as +they were passing the parking place it had occupied. Olga jumped out +and called to them, so the three kids stopped to talk to her. The girls +didn't hang around long, because it was evident that her attention was +directed to Ralph. + +When they got back to camp, Hedda asked them where Ralph was and when +they said he was with Olga, she just smiled. When Ralph got back, +Myrtle asked him if he had made a date to see her and he told them that +he was meeting her behind the bath house again after lunch. + +Ralph ate quickly and made his exit as soon as possible. + +Myrtle suggested to Billie that they spy on him again, so the girls +slipped off as soon after Ralph left as they could. Hedda saw them go +into the woods in behind the campsite, as she noticed that they turned +toward the bath house before they were completely out of site. + +"I wonder what they are up to," she wondered to herself. Bjorn was +stretched out in the hammock, so she decided to follow them. + +Billie and Myrtle made their way through the bushes behind the bath +house as quietly as they could. When they reached the same vantage +point they had enjoyed the day before, they peeked out of the bushes. +They were delighted with what they saw. + +Ralph and Olga were up against the back of the bath house again. Ralph +had Olga's blouse unbuttoned. She wasn't wearing a bra and he both +hands full of her big tits. His jeans were bulging so that it looked +like the zipper would split. As they watched, Ralph bent down and took +a large nipple in his mouth and started sucking. It was obvious that +Olga liked what he was doing. + +Hedda almost came up on the girls before she realized it. If they +hadn't been so intent on looking through the bushes at something, they +would have seen her. She backed up a little and made a slight circle so +she could see what they were watching. Pushing the bushes apart +silently, she peered out. She almost gasped at what she saw. Ralph was +sucking Olga's big tits and he had his hand between her legs feeling her +pussy through her shorts. As Hedda watched, she saw Olga reach down and +squeeze Ralph's bulging crotch through his jeans. + +Ralph let Olga's tit slip out of his mouth and stood up. He reached +down and unzipped Olga's shorts, then pushed them down over her hips. +She wasn't wearing any panties, either. She had really come dressed for +action. She quickly stepped out of the shorts and then knelt in front +of Ralph. She unfastened his pants and tugged them down to his knees. +She immediately pulled his shorts down as well and wrapped her fingers +around his throbbing dick. She slid her hand up and down the length of +it a couple of times, then stuck out her tongue and licked it right on +the end! + +Billie and Myrtle gasped when they saw Olga lick Ralph's prick and then +take the end of it in her mouth and start sucking on it. Ralph looked +like he was in heaven. He was leaning back against the side of the bath +house thrusting his hips at Olga's mouth. + +Hedda had a clear view of her son's dick sliding in and out of Olga's +lips. She was amazed at the size of his organ. + +"Takes after his daddy," she thought to herself. + +Ralph knew he couldn't last long with Olga's mouth sucking hungrily at +his prick. Suddenly, he knew he couldn't last at all. He let out a +guttural grunt as his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth. + +Billie and Myrtle could tell that Ralph was coming in Olga's mouth. +They could even see her throat working as she swallowed the powerful +spurts which he was shooting in her mouth. When he finished coming, she +licked his dick clean and stood up. + +She whispered something to him and leaned back against the side of the +bath house. Ralph knelt between her legs, his jeans and shorts down +around his ankles now. He used his fingers to open her pussy wide and +then began to lick up and down in her slit. + +"The little rascal is going to eat her," Hedda thought to herself. Sure +enough, Ralph was doing exactly that. Hedda could see his head working +as he tongued and licked the juicy pussy in front of him. Olga must +have been pretty hot, because he didn't have long to work on her before +she grabbed his head and shoved it hard up between her legs. She almost +suffocated him, holding him prisoner there between her legs while she +came. + +When she finally released him, he reached up and pulled her down beside +him. His dick was pointing straight up again. Ralph pushed Olga down +on her back and crawled over her. From her hiding place, Hedda could +look straight up between their legs. + +She saw Olga pull her legs up and spread them wide. She saw Olga's hand +come down and grab the hard dick and guide it to the juicy hole between +her legs. She saw Ralph lunge forward and sink the full length of his +prick straight up her cunt hole. He held it there for a moment and then +began to fuck her. + +Billie and Myrtle could see Ralph's dick appear and disappear beneath +Olga's pulled up leg as he fucked her. As they watched, they saw her +reach down and grab him by the ass, urging him on. He didn't really need +any urging, however, as he was enthusiastically fucking her. Harder and +harder, faster and faster, he screwed her. Suddenly, she began to gasp +and whine, and then Ralph let out a series of grunts and buried his dick +up to the balls in her as he shot his wad up her pussy. She was +obviously coming too, as she held on tightly to his ass. + +Finally, Ralph raised up and pulled it out of her. + +Hedda could see her pussy gaping open when Ralph's dick slid out. She +saw a big glob of cum slide right out of the girl's pussy. Ralph stood +up and pulled his shorts and pants up. Olga put her shorts back on and +buttoned her blouse. Ralph kissed her on the lips, then took her by the +hand and led her away around the side of the bath house. + +Hedda stayed very still, as she watched the girls come out of the bushes +and go up to the spot where the fucking had taken place. They looked +around and giggled as they talked to each other about what they had +seen. She heard Myrtle say to Billie, "Boy, after watching that, I can +hardly wait to have it done to me. I really want to lose my cherry!" + +"Me, too," Billie agreed with her. + +"Are you going to let Ralph do it to you?" Myrtle asked her cousin. + +"I don't know, probably," Billie replied. "I think I would like to try +what he and Olga did with their mouths first, though." + +"Yea, me too," Myrtle replied. "Playing with him and letting him play +with us is fun, but I think it's time to do a little more." + +Billie nodded in agreement as the girls made their way off through the +woods. + +Hedda knew that the conversation she had heard meant that Ralph was not +fucking his cousin or his sister, but it also meant that the girls were +ready and that it would probably happen soon! + +She suddenly realized that she was desperately needing to piss. She made +her way around to the front of the bath house. + +Suddenly, on an impulse, she went over the the entrance to the men's +side. She listened silently. She didn't hear anything. She looked +around. There was no one in sight. She looked around the entrance into +the inside of the bath house. There was no one inside. She had always +wanted to pee in the men's room! She decided to take a chance! + +As Billie and Myrtle made their way through the woods, Billie suddenly +realized that she needed to pee. She told Myrtle to go on without her +and she turned back toward the bath house. + +Inside the men's room, Hedda was perched on the pot with her shorts and +panties down around her ankles. She spread her legs and released her +bladder, causing the water in the pot to sing with the stream of piss +she cut loose in it. When she finished, she wiped her pussy and reached +for her clothes bunched at her ankles. Suddenly, she became aware that +someone was watching her! Olga's step-father was standing just inside +the door, looking at her. He didn't say a word, he just walked slowly +toward her. Her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge between his legs. She +sat still until he stood in front of her. He extended his hand to her +and she took it. He pulled her to a standing position and immediately +kissed her. + +There she stood, with her shorts and panties still down around her +ankles, being kissed by a man she had never really met before. Hedda +couldn't believe it. This was more like one of her wild fantasies than +reality. She felt his hands close on her breasts, cupping them and +feeling them through her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she knew +that he could feel her nipples hardening through the material of the +blouse. + +Finally, his lips left hers and he unbuttoned her blouse. He pulled it +wide open, exposing her beautiful breasts to his view. She knew that he +had seen them before, through the knothole in the wall. She moaned as +his hands closed on her boobs, palming and rolling them on her chest. +She felt his hand slide down over her belly, straight down between her +legs. His finger slipped down into her crack, finding her clit. She +moaned as he rubbed her clit, then slid his finger farther down and up +into her cunt hole. Her pussy was creaming around the invading finger. + +Billie had entered the other side of the bath house. She was about to +pull her shorts down to pee when she heard a moan through the wall. Her +need was immediately forgotten! She moved quickly to a knothole and +looked through. She couldn't believe her eyes. There was her aunt, +standing kind of spraddle legged with Olga's father's finger up her +pussy! As Billie watched, she saw Hedda reach down and unfasten the +man's pants, pushing them down. + +Like father, like daughter, Hedda thought to herself as she found that +he didn't have on any underwear. She wrapped her fingers around the +huge dick standing straight up in front of his belly. Slowly, she slid +her hand up and down along the length of it, naturally timing her +strokes with the strokes of his finger in her pussy. + +He stepped back, reaching down and freeing his feet from his pants. +Then he gently turned her around so that she had her back to him. She +stepped out of her shorts and panties and leaned over, bracing her hands +on the toilet tank. He moved in close behind her, taking hold of her +hips. Hedda spread her legs and reached back between them and took hold +of the mighty weapon pointing at her. She guided it straight to it's +target and gasped in pleasure as he sank the full length up in her pussy +with one thrust. + +Billie was watching excitedly, as she saw the man starting to screw her +aunt. From her position, she could actually see his dick going in and +out of her, because the knot hole through which she was looking was low +and they were facing directly away from her and really quite close to +her. + +Hedda couldn't believe she was doing this. Here she was, leaning over a +commode with a stranger's dick sliding in and out of her pussy! And it +felt soooo gooooood! He was really balling her now. His hard thrusts +were shaking her all over. From her position, Billie could see her +aunt's tits shaking as the man rammed her. Hedda could feel the climax +coming. Then suddenly, she was there! And so was he! She could feel +him spurting in her as he grunted in her ear. + +Billie watched the man pull out of his aunt then help her to straighten +up. Then he moved up to the toilet and stood right there and started to +piss. She heard her aunt giggle and saw her reach down and take hold of +his prick and aim it. When he finished peeing, she saw her aunt shake +it and then give it a little pat. + +When the couple in the other room had dressed and left, Billie quickly +relieved her bladder and headed back to camp. When she got there, she +found Hedda stretched out on a lounge chair looking like she was totally +relaxed. Bjorn was asleep in the hammock and Ralph and Myrtle were +sitting on the couch (folded up during the daytime) in the vehicle +watching tv. When she came in, she found that Myrtle had told Ralph +that they had watched him and Olga. + +"Say, what took you so long to get back from the bath house?" Myrtle +asked her. + +Billie hesitated, then told them about seeing Olga's dad screw Hedda. +Ralph and Myrtle couldn't believe their ears. + +"Wow, I knew Mom was hot to trot, but I thought it was only for Dad," +Ralph said. + +"Well, why shouldn't she want it?" Myrtle said. "After all, you want to +get in every girl's pants that you meet." + +"Oh, I think it's fantastic," Ralph said. + +"Yeah, so I see," Myrtle replied, looking at his bulging crotch. "And +so soon after Olga, too." Ralph laughed and reached down and rubbed his +hardon through his pants. + +The kids quickly quieted down when they heard someone at the door. +Bjorn came in and flopped down beside them to watch tv so they didn't +get to talk about it anymore. + +A little while later, Hedda came into the vehicle. + +"Bjorn, we told that lady on the other side of the park that we would +bring Myrtle down to look at her doll collection this afternoon," she +reminded her husband. + +"Oh, yeah," Bjorn groaned. + +Hedda explained to Myrtle that they had met a lady with some rag dolls +for sale. Myrtle collected them and was eager to go to see them. + +"Do you want to go, Billie?" she asked. + +"Uh, I don't think so, if you don't mind," Billie replied. + +"We'll be back in about an hour," Hedda told Ralph and Billie. + +"When Myrtle gets to looking at rag dolls, we have a hard time getting +her to leave." + +The three of them left and Billie was alone in the bus with Ralph. They +sat there for a few minutes watching TV. Then, suddenly, Ralph slid +over next to Billie and put his arm around her shoulder. Billie looked +at him and smiled. Ralph leaned over and kissed her right on the lips. + +Billie liked the feeling of Ralph's lips on hers. They were soft and +warm and it did something to her. Ralph continued to kiss her, opening +his mouth and slipping his tongue between her lips. She extended the +tip of her tongue and flicked his tongue with hers. + +The two kids continued to kiss, openmouthed and hard. As they kissed, +both of them began to gasp for breath. Finally, their lips parted and +they looked at each other. + +"Wow," Billie exclaimed. + +"Did you like that?" Ralph asked. + +"Ummmhmmm," Billie replied, leaning forward for him to kiss her again. +Their lips began to work against each other, their tongues twisting and +licking at each other. Billie wrapped both arms around Ralph's neck as +he kissed her. She felt his hand sliding up her side and then around +between them. He had his hand on her tit through her blouse! She +purred in his mouth as he began to palm and feel her little tittie. + +After a few moments of this, Billie felt his fingers fumbling with the +buttons of her blouse. She giggled and brought her hands away from +around his neck to help him unbutton her blouse. He pulled it wide open +and reached up and pulled both bra straps down! She gasped as his hands +closed on both bare titties. He kissed her lips again, then began to +kiss his way down her neck and down onto her front. Slowly, he kissed +his way down to her budding breasts. When he reached her right breast +with his lips, he kissed his way around the small tit and then moved up +to the swollen nipple. Billie gasped loudly when his lips closed on her +nipple and he began to suck on it. She cradled his head in her arms as +he nursed at her budding breast. + +Moving back and forth from one breast to the other, Ralph was working +Billie up into a real stew. He slid his hand down over her hip to her +leg. He slipped his hand between her knees, and began to move his hand +back up the inside of her thigh. + +Billie felt the warm hand sliding up her leg and she knew he was headed +for her pussy. When he reached her crotch, she gasped when he slid his +hand over and palmed her pussy through her shorts. He rubbed his hand +up and down on her pussy through her shorts for a few moments, then he +began to try to get his finger inside the tight leg of her shorts. + +"Ralph, wouldn't it be easier if you just took them off?" she whispered +in his ear. + +Ralph didn't waste any time complying with her suggestion. He quickly +unzipped them and pulled them down over her legs and off as she raised +up to help him. He then slid his hand back up between her legs and felt +her pussy through her bikini panties. + +He could feel the heat through the thin material, and the moisture +seeping through them. He hooked a finger under the leg and pulled the +crotch to the side. He palmed her bare pussy, then slipped a finger +into the top of her crack. She groaned as his finger found her clit. + +Ralph looked down at the beautiful sight. His finger was slowly sliding +deeper and deeper into the juicy little slit. The thin blonde curls hid +none of her slit from his view. Slowly, he inched his finger deeper +into her slit until he was twirling his fingertip in the entrance to her +pussy. He was amazed at the juice! Boy was she hot! + +Billie suddenly raised up and grasped the top of her panties. Lifting +her ass, she quickly peeled them down and off. Ralph immediately slid +his finger back up into her pussy when she spread her legs for him to +get to her. Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out of her. + +Billie couldn't believe how good it felt. But she wanted to sample some +of the other things she had observed today. "Ralph, why don't you kiss +my pussy like you kissed Olga's?" she whispered to him. + +Ralph didn't hesitate. He slid to the floor and knelt in front of her. +She pulled her legs up and spread them wide, propping her heels on the +edge of the sofa as she leaned back. Ralph kissed his way up the inside +of her thighs. When he reached her pussy, he flicked his tongue out and +licked the end of her hard little clittie. She gasped and jerked every +time he licked it. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her +gushing juices. He licked his way down to her brimming hole and thrust +his tongue as far up the entrance as he could get it. He opened his +mouth wide, covering her whole pussy with her mouth, sucking and licking +everything he could get to. He slid his finger up to her hole and +slowly pushed it all the way in as he licked her clit. He began to pump +his finger in and out of her, licking her little bud of a clit. He +fastened his lips around the tiny morsel and began to suck it, licking +the end of it as his lips pulled on it. + +Billie suddenly grabbed his head in both hands, pulling him hard against +her pussy, as she let out a little shriek. She was coming!! + +Finally, she released his head and he raised up and grinned at her. + +"Stand up," she told him, raising up to a sitting position. + +Ralph did as he was told, standing up in front of her. Her fingers +tugged his zipper down and opened his pants. Quickly she pulled them +down below his knees, then she stripped his shorts down. + +His dick was standing up proud and hard, pointing right up at his belly +button. She slid one hand up between his legs, feeling his balls. The +other hand clasped his dick and began to slowly slide up and down along +the shaft. She pumped it several times, looking at the juice seeping +out of the slit in the end. Then she leaned forward and stuck out her +tongue. Tentatively, she touched the tip of her tongue to the end of +his prick. She liked the taste! It was strong and kind of sour-sweet. +She licked the end, swiping her tongue all around the head. Ralph +groaned with pure pleasure! + +Billie pursed her lips and kissed it right on the end. Then, slowly +moving forward, she let her lips slowly enclose the end of his dick, +sliding down until she had the whole knob in her mouth. She pressed +forward, taking some of the shaft in her mouth. Slowly, she took more +and more until the end of his prick was against the back of her throat. +She could see that she had a little more than half of it in her mouth. +That was not quite as much as Olga had managed to swallow, but it would +have to do until she got more used to it. It was about to gag her, as +it was. + +Billie then slowly let it slide out of her mouth until only the end was +in. Then she reversed directions and repeated the movement. She could +tell from Ralph's groaning that he was really enjoying it. He began to +contribute to the movement, sliding his dick in and out of her mouth. +She was using her tongue on the underside of it as it slid in and out. +She was also exerting as much suction as she could. + +Billie was afraid that Ralph would lose control and jam it down her +throat, so she wrapped her fist around it at just the right place to +control the maximum depth that she wanted. Suddenly, Ralph groaned and +gasped and Billie felt the dick in her mouth begin to throb. She knew +he was about to shoot his load, so she withdrew her mouth until she had +only the knob in her mouth and began to suck hard. + +Bam! Ralph cut loose in her mouth. The first wad almost shot down her +throat without her swallowing, it spurted out with such power. +Swallowing rapidly, Billie tried to keep up with the gushes of hot juice +spurting from the end of his dick. Finally, the spurts slowed to a +dribble and then quit. + +She sucked the last of the juice out of the piss slit and let his dick +slide out of her mouth. + +Billie looked up at Ralph and grinned. He was still gasping for breath, +but he smiled at her. + +"Oh, Billie, that was wonderful," he told her. + +She grinned at him, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her +hand. "It tastes different from anything I've ever tasted before, but I +liked it," she told him. + +Ralph sank weakly down on the sofa beside her. He kissed her on the +lips, then leaned down and gently kissed each breast. Suddenly, Billie +jumped up. She heard voices coming up the road! + +"They're coming!" she told Ralph. Quickly, they grabbed their clothes +and put them on. They were sitting on the sofa watching TV when the +door opened and Myrtle entered, followed by Bjorn and Hedda. + +Myrtle looked at them and immediately knew that something had happened. +She couldn't wait to find out what they had done. Hedda also knew that +something had happened. She could feel it. + +"Hey, let's go for a walk," Myrtle suggested. + +The other two agreed and out the door they went. Hedda quickly told +Bjorn her suspicions and the two adults decided to try to follow them. + +The three kids set out through the woods. As soon as they were out of +earshot of the van, Myrtle asked what they had been up to. Billie and +Ralph grinned at her. + +"What do you mean?" Ralph teased his sister. + +"I know you two did something while I was gone," she replied. "Now tell +me what you did. Did he fuck you?" she asked her cousin. + +"No, but he licked my pussy and I sucked his dick," Billie told her, +wanting her to know about it. "And it was fantastic," she added. + +"Wow," Myrtle exclaimed, as they came up to the little clear spot behind +the bath house. + +Bjorn and Hedda almost lost the kids trying to follow them through the +woods, but Hedda was pretty sure she knew where they were going. Sure +enough, they soon peeked out at the back of the bath house and found the +three of them there. Myrtle was leaning back against the side of the +bath house with her blouse wide open. Ralph was sucking her tits while +Billie watched. After a few moments, Ralph knelt down and stripped +Myrtle's shorts and panties down and off. Wasting no time, he used his +fingers to open his sister's pussy and went to work on it with his +tongue. + +"Wow, look at that," Bjorn gasped. "And look at Myrtle. She's growing +into some kinda woman." + +Hedda smiled. She wasn't surprised to hear him say something like that. +She had suspected for sometime that Bjorn was fantasizing about his +step-daughter. Up against the wall, Ralph was really working Myrtle +over. His head was bobbing and working from side to side as he worked +on her pussy with his mouth and tongue and lips. Suddenly, she let out +a little squeal and grabbed his head, shoving it hard up against her +pussy as she climaxed. + +"She's gonna smother him," Bjorn chuckled. Suddenly, he raised up a +little and tugged Hedda's shorts and panties down. She was on her knees, +so this was easy to accomplish. She looked back at him and smiled as he +dropped his pants to his knees and knelt behind her. She reached down +and stripped her shorts and panties completely off so she could get her +legs apart. As soon as she spread her legs, she felt the end of his +huge dick nudge it's way up into her gash and felt the end slip back and +forth in her slit. Bjorn pulled it back up against her pussy hole and +then pressed forward, lodging the end in her cunt. He took hold of her +hips with both hands and slowly pushed forward, sinking the full length +of his cock in her juicy pussy. + +Bjorn suddenly realized that she was really juicy. Much juicier than he +would have expected. She felt like she had cum in her cunt! He pulled +his dick out of her and looked down at it. It was coated with a heavy +deposit and he recognized it as come! Another man's come! Hedda looked +back at him, wondering what he was doing. He pressed forward and slid +it into her again, up to the balls. + +Hedda suddenly realized that Bjorn was fucking her in the come left by +Olga's father. She didn't know whether he realized it or not, but if he +did, it wasn't slowing him down. He was screwing her with long steady +strokes. + +Up against the bath house wall, the girls now had Ralph's pants and +shorts down and both of them were kneeling in front of him. Myrtle was +sucking his dick while Billie played with his balls. + +Bjorn and Hedda could see their daughter's mouth clearly as she slurped +back and forth on the boy's dick. + +"Look at the size of Ralph's dick," Hedda whispered back to Bjorn. +"He's almost a big as you!" Bjorn just chuckled as he continued to +screw Hedda dogfashion. + +Ralph was getting close to the point of no return again. These two girls +were driving him wild. He couldn't believe it. Here he was with his +cute cousin playing with his balls while his own gorgeous sister sucked +voraciously at his prick. He was watching her lips as she slid her +mouth up and down on him, taking fully half the length of his cock into +her mouth on every stroke. He felt his balls tighten. UnOh, here it +comes, he thought. + +Sure enough, Myrtle felt the big dick in her mouth jerk and she knew she +was about to get a mouthful. She pulled her head back until only the +end was in and sucked hard. She was rewarded with a big spurt of come +quickly followed by another and another. She swallowed his spurts as +fast as she could. + +"He's coming in her mouth," Hedda whispered back to Bjorn. + +When Ralph finished coming in Myrtle's mouth, he sank to his knees, his +dick slipping from Myrtle's mouth as he slid down. He leaned back +against the wall, gasping for breath. Suddenly, he realized that +someone was pushed against him. It was Billie. She was pushing her +pussy against his face, wanting to get sucked again. Ralph just grinned +and obliged her, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue up her slit as +she spread her legs and straddled his head. Myrtle sat beside them, +watching her brother suck her cousin's cunt. + +Bjorn pulled his dong out of Hedda's pussy and slid the end of it up and +down in her asscrack, smearing the thick juice coating it around in her +crack and on her asshole. Then, taking his dick in his fist, he put the +end against her asshole and pushed forward. Her rectum opened slightly, +letting the end of his dick nestle just inside her brown ringed hole. + +Hedda grunted as she felt her husband's prickhead enter her rectum. +Then she felt him push forward, sinking about half of it up her butt +hole. She looked back at him to tell him to take it easy, but it was +too late. He withdrew a little, and then shoved forward suddenly, +sinking the whole thing in her widely stretched ass hole. She groaned +as she felt her ass being stretched wide open. She was used to Bjorn +fucking her in the ass, but he usually entered her gently, not like +this. He began to screw it in and out of her tight ass. She relaxed +and began to enjoy it as the initial pain subsided and her rectal +opening became accustomed to the presence of the big prick again. She +could see Billie, obviously having a climax, with Ralph's face buried in +her snatch. She wondered what they would do next. + +After Billie finished coming, she slid down to the ground beside the +other two kids. She looked at Ralph and saw that he was hard again. +Myrtle saw it too. Both girls went after his dick, with Myrtle winning +the initial favors, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. +She sucked for a bit, then removed her mouth and let Billie get to it. + +Bjorn and Hedda couldn't believe their eyes. The two girls were +doubling up on Ralph, taking turns sucking his cock. Bjorn continued to +fuck Hedda's ass as they watched. Hedda could feel her body tightening +up as she neared a climax from the butt fucking she was getting. She +knew that Bjorn was close, too. Suddenly, it happened. She was +climaxing, and she felt the big dick up her butt jerk and jump as it +shot a load of cum deep into her bowels. Finally, it was over. She +realized that she had had her eyes closed. When she looked back toward +the bath house, she saw Billie's mouth slipping off of Ralph's dick, +with come running out from between her lips. She had sucked him off. + +Bjorn and Hedda remained still, coupled together, while the three kids +got dressed and left. + +As soon as them were gone, Bjorn pulled his softening dick out of his +wife's ass and said, "Hedda, I want to know who fucked you today." + +She groaned. She looked back at him and was surprised to see the look +on his face. It was not pain or disappointment, but excitement. His +dick was hardening again as he waited for her answer. + +Hedda told him that she sneaked into the men's room and had been +surprised by Olga's father. She admitted that he had screwed her. +Bjorn's hand dropped to his now hard dick and he began to slide it up +and down jacking on it. He asked her to tell him about it, and she did, +giving him all the details as she watched him jack off while she told +him. As she related the story, she began to play with her pussy, +fingering herself in time with Bjorn's fist strokes on his dick. +Suddenly, Bjorn raised up and pushed Hedda down on her back. + +"I'm gonna fuck you in his cum!" he grunted at her, dropping down on top +of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he flexed his hips, +suddenly driving his dick up to the balls in her pussy. She pulled her +legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he fucked her pussy, +banging in and out so hard that her big tits were sliding up and down on +her chest. Suddenly, she let out a scream as she began to climax and +she felt Bjorn's dick spurting up her cunt, his come mixing with that of +the other man's come which was already in her. + +Now Bjorn moved down on her, plunging his face into the thicket of black +curls. He lowered his soft dick to her mouth, and she gobbled it in +greedily. He lapped furiously at her cunt as his own come, mixed with +that of Olga's father oozed out onto his tongue. Incredibly, he felt +himself begin to harden again in Hedda's mouth. She teased with her +tongue and sucked him so adroitly that he had yet another, albeit dry, +climax. + +She shuddered and pressed her thighs to his ears and bathed his face +with the delicious juices. + +When the kids got back to the campsite, they found it empty. They went +in and turned the TV on again, but they didn't have long to wait before +Bjorn and Hedda arrived. They didn't offer the kids any explanation as +to where they had been, and of course the kids didn't ask for one +because they didn't want to be asked where they had been. + +That evening, at supper Hedda told them that she had talked to Billie's +mother, Helga, on the phone earlier in the day. She would be arriving +the next day, probably sometime after lunch. After supper, they all went +to the swimming pool. The cool water felt nice as the kids splashed and +played together. They were joined by Olga soon after they got in the +water. Olga's mother, Ouida, and father, Soren, sat at the pool side +and talked to Bjorn and Hedda. + +Hedda was very excited, sitting there beside Bjorn talking to Soren, +with Bjorn knowing that she still had Soren's come in her pussy mixed +with his own. She glanced down at Bjorn's crotch and saw that it was +bulging. She also saw that Ouida had noticed Bjorn's hardening dick. +Ouida was sitting directly opposite from Bjorn, and she was leaning back +with her chubby legs apart, giving him a good view right up between her +legs at the skimpy crotch of her bikini bottom. It was so tight that +her crack was clearly outlined by the cloth. Hedda wasn't sure how much +of Bjorn's hardon was due to Ouida's display, but she was sure that +Soren's presence after fucking her was having an effect on him, too. + +Suddenly, Ouida stood up and announced that she had to go pee. The +women's john in the dressing room was out of order, so she was going to +have to go to the bath house. Soren had gone over to the office to +check on something with the campground manager. Ouida said she might as +well get Olga to walk back to the bath house with her, because it was +dark. Hedda said it would be a shame to take Olga away when she was +having a good time, and suggested that Bjorn walk her to the bath house. +Bjorn looked at Hedda and saw her wink at him. + +Bjorn and Ouida made their way back up the dark road to the bath house. +When they got there, Bjorn noticed that the lights in the women's side +were not on. He told Ouida that he would turn them on for her. The two +of them entered the bath house and Bjorn struck a match, lighting the +room up so that he could find the light switch, which he turned on. + +"Now I've gotta go do this on the other side," he said. "It's just as +well that I came with you, cause I've gotta go too." + +"Well, just use this side," Ouida told him. "There are two toilets in +here. She entered one stall and Bjorn walked into the stall next to +her. He unfastened his bathing suit and pushed the front down, pulling +his dick out. He heard a low whistle and looked at the partition +between his stall and Ouida's stall. He hadn't noticed when he came in, +but the partition had a big hole right in the middle of it. He was +standing there with his dick out in plain view of Ouida. He could also +see her. She had pulled her bikini bottom down and was sitting on the +toilet with her legs spread. He could see right down between her legs +and was amazed to see that she had a shaved pussy! + +"Don't let me stop you," she told him. "I like to watch a guy piss." +Bjorn heard the sound of her piss hitting the water as she cut loose. +Bjorn released his bladder and aimed the heavy stream of pee at the +toilet bowl, looking at Ouida as he did. When he finished peeing, he +shook his dick, which was beginning to get stiff. Ouida giggled. + +"I like to watch a guy do that," she told him. As Bjorn stood and +watched, Ouida spread her legs and wiped her pussy. + +Bjorn suddenly moved out of the stall and into the adjacent stall, +standing right there in front of Ouida, with his hard dick sticking +straight up out of the top of his bathing suit, which was still pushed +down almost to his balls. Ouida smiled at him, reaching for his dick. +Bjorn moved up in front of her so that she could get hold of it. She +slid her hand up and down the length of it, then leaned back on the +commode and spread her legs. + +"I've got a hot juicy hole down here that should just about fit that big +thing," she told him, reaching down and pulling her pussy lips wide +open. Bjorn quickly knelt in front of her, pushing his bathing suit +down to his knees as he did. Ouida slid forward, propping her plump ass +on the forward rim of the toilet seat. + +Bjorn quickly moved up close between her legs. Taking his dick in his +hand, he rubbed the big head up and down in her hot juicy slot then he +slid the end straight down to her cunt hole. She grunted as he slid it +smoothly home in her, sliding in all the way to the balls. He reached +around her and unfastened her bikini top, pulling it off and dropping it +on the floor. + +Ouida giggled, "I think this is the first time a guy ever put his dick +up my pussy before he got his hands on my tits." + +Bjorn chuckled and began to slide his dick in and out of her, fucking +her with the full length of it. + +Back at the pool, Soren returned and asked where Ouida had gone. When +Hedda told him that she had gone to take a pee and that Bjorn had walked +her to the bath house, Soren laughed. + +"I hope you don't mind your husband getting screwed by another woman," +Soren told her, "because there is no way she is going to go to that bath +house alone with him without getting in his pants." + +"Well, they won't be the first ones to do it in there, will they," Hedda +told him. + +Soren chuckled, "You've got that right," he told her. + +A little while later, Bjorn and Ouida came back down the road and joined +the others two at the table where they sat. As Bjorn sat down, he +winked broadly at his wife. Soren didn't miss the wink, and he didn't +miss the sleepy eyed look his wife always got when she had just been +screwed. + +"Well, I gather you like bald pussy," he grinned at Bjorn. + +Bjorn looked at him and smiled. "We christened the women's side, since +you and Hedda had already done it in the men's side," he told Soren. + +It was well after dark when they decided to leave the pool. Myrtle asked +Hedda about going to see the rag dolls again. Ralph and Billie didn't +want to go with them, so they headed up the road to the campsite. They +stopped twice in the shadow of trees to kiss. The first time, Ralph +felt Billie's tits, and the second time, he pulled the top of her bikini +down and sucked her nipples. She pushed his head away and told him to +wait until they got to the trailer. He dared her to go the rest of the +way with her top down off of her tits, and she laughed and took off +running, her little titties flopping in the moonlight. Ralph ran after +her, surprised at how fast she could run. He caught her at the door to +the van. + +Ralph wrapped his arms around her waist before she could get in to door. +He pulled her back against him, with both arms wrapped around her. He +kissed her on the neck. She relaxed back against him, feeling his +hardon pressing against her ass through both their bathing suits. Ralph +slid his hands up and palmed her little titties, squeezing them and +pinching her nipples. + +"Ralph, why don't we go inside?" Billie finally whispered. Ralph +released her and followed her into the big vehicle. As soon as they +were inside, Billie lay down on the sofa and Ralph stretched out beside +her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips found hers and +they began kissing passionately. + +Billie felt Ralph's hands on her tits, squeezing and pressing them. It +felt sooo gooood! Then he slid down and began to suck her tits, going +from one to the other to lick her nipples, then suck them. + +As he continued to suck on her tits, Ralph slid his hand down over +Billie's flat belly to the top of her bikini bottom. Not hesitating, he +slid his hand inside the waist band and straight down between her legs. +She jerked as his finger found her clit, already hard and standing up +proudly. He rubbed his finger back and forth over it, causing little +groans of pleasure to come from her lips. Then he slid his finger down +into her wet, juicy slit and right up her pussy hole. She groaned as +his finger slid in and out of her wet cunt hole. + +Billie was really getting into this. Ralph's finer up her pussy was +driving her wild and his mouth sucking her tits wasn't exactly turning +her off, either. She felt him raise up and pull his finger out of her +pussy. She raised her hips to help him as he tugged her bikini bottom +down over her hips and off. He grasped his bathing suit and quickly +stripped it down and off, then he was lying beside her again, kissing +her lips and sliding his finger back up her pussy. She just wrapped her +arms tightly around his neck and kissed back, licking his tongue as it +flicked in and out of her mouth. + +She felt Ralph rolling on top of her. He was still kissing her but his +finger wasn't in her pussy now. Then she felt his hard dick against her +belly, then sliding down, the end of it nestling in her thin pussy hair. +She felt it going down between her legs. She realized that she was +about to get fucked! With a groan of passion, Billie pulled her legs up, +bending them at the knee and spread them wide. She felt Ralph's dick +between her legs. It was sliding around all over the place. Then she +felt him raise up a little and reach down between them. She felt the +back of his hand against her mons as he guided his dick to her wet slit. +She could feel his shaft sliding up and down in her slit. Then the end +of it found her hole! He pushed gently and the end was actually in the +mouth of her pussy! He pressed forward and it began to go in. Then she +felt a stab of pain down there. He pulled back a little and pressed +forward again, causing her to groan into his mouth. + +He pulled back again, then pushed forward hard. She groaned as her +hymen stretched before the invading prick, then gave way. He slid in up +to the balls! He was in her, all the way! + +Ralph couldn't believe it. He had actually taken his cousin's +virginity. His dick was buried up to the balls in her! And boy! Was +she tight! And hot! He couldn't believe how hot her pussy was around +his dick. It was like he had it buried in an over! He held very still +for a few moments, letting the excitement of being in her pussy for the +first time calm down. He didn't want to shoot too soon. He wanted it to +be good for her. After several moments, he felt like he was under +control, so he slowly withdrew his dick and slid it back in again. When +he did, she moaned passionately into his mouth. + +Billie couldn't believe it. He was screwing her! She could feel his +big dick sliding in and out of her pussy! It would pull way out, almost +coming out of her hole, then slide back in again, all the way in. It +was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. It was even better than +getting her pussy sucked. + +Billie was so excited she was panting. Ralph was raised up on his +elbows now, his hips working as he pistoned his dick in and out of her +frothy, tight little pussy. Billie's hands slid down Ralph's back to +his hips, urging him on. + +Ralph was in a sensual whirlwind. He was trying desperately not to let +it get away from him. His dick felt like it was caught in a vise, but a +hot oily vise. He couldn't believe how good it felt. Olga's pussy was +like a cave compared to Billie's. He knew he couldn't hold out much +longer. He felt Billie's hands on his hips, urging him on. Then he +felt her hands move around and grab his ass. Her fingers fastened +tightly on his ass cheeks. Then, suddenly, she was jerking wildly on his +ass, urging him to pound into her. A shriek came from her lips. She +was coming! + +Ralph raised up even higher and suddenly began to drive his dick into +her really hard. She screamed and jerked her legs upward, opening her +tight pussy wide to his slamming dick. With a grunt of release, Ralph +jammed his dick up to the balls in her and erupted, shooting spurt after +spurt of hot cum deep into her virgin pussy. + +Through her delirium, Billie could feel Ralph's dick jerking in her +pussy. She felt the hot jets of come shooting deep into her. She +wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled on his ass, holding him +tightly against her as the wave of passion swept over her. She felt him +collapse on top of her, his breath coming in gasps. + +Finally, Ralph raised his head and looked at her. She smiled at him. + +"Oh, Ralph," she crooned. He grinned at her and kissed her tenderly on +the lips. + +Ralph raised up and pulled his dick out of her pussy. He sat up and +looked down at it. It was standing open, his cum running out of her +hole and down her crack to her ass. He gently reached down and ran his +finger up and down in her slit. + +"Am I bleeding any?" Billie asked him. + +"I don't see any," he told her. + +"I'd better go and wash it," she said. + +They both got up and Ralph followed her into the tiny little bathroom. +She turned on the water and wet a washcloth. Ralph took it from her and +she spread her legs. He knelt in front of her and gently washed her +pussy. When he finished, he planted a kiss right on her cunt hole, +causing her to gasp. + +"Now, let me wash you," she said, pulling him to a standing position. +She knelt in front of him and gently washed his dick. She giggled when +it began to get hard again. She leaned forward and suddenly took it +into her mouth. She sucked as much of it into her mouth as she could +get. It hardened in her mouth, then she let her lips slide slowly off +of it and looked at it. + +"We'd better get dressed," she told him, standing up. He nodded +agreement and they went back to the sofa and put their bathing suits +back on. Ralph turned on the TV and sat down beside her, putting his +arm around her shoulders. She slid her hand down to his crotch and +gently squeezed his still half hard dick through his suit. + +As they sat watching TV, Billie began to play with Ralph's dick through +his bathing suit. He moved so that she could get to it easily, +stretching his legs out in front of him. His prick was standing +straight up in his bathing suit, reaching almost to the waist band. +Billie was rubbing her hand up and down along the length of the shaft, +squeezing and playing with it. Suddenly, she pulled the waist band of +his trunks out and down over the front of his dick, letting it stick out +of the top of the trunks. + +She slid down beside him and suddenly took as much of it as she could +into her mouth. He groaned as her hot mouth engulfed his prick. She +began to slide her mouth up and down on it, sucking as she fucked his +dick with her mouth. He sat and watched her lips sliding up and down +the shaft. It occurred to him that the others could come through the +door at any minute, but he didn't have the will power to stop her +suctioning lips. Billie was also very aware that they could be +discovered at any moment. The danger made it all the more exciting to +her. She was determined to bring him off before they got caught. + +Billie was sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down as she worked +Ralph's dick over. Suddenly, he gave a groan and came in her mouth, +spurting his juice down her swallowing throat. + +Finally, she raised up and gave the end of his dick a kiss and let the +waist band of his trunks back up. His dick was still clearly outlined +in the front of his trunks and she was wiping her mouth with the back of +her hand when the door opened and Hedda came in, followed by Myrtle and +Bjorn. + +Hedda didn't miss the guilty look on their faces or the clear outline of +Ralph's dick in his trunks. She knew they had been up to something, but +she wasn't sure how much they were up to. Myrtle also was aware, but +she didn't know how far they had gone either. Bjorn also noticed his +stepson's dick outlined in his trunks and was sure that something had +been going on. He assumed that jack had probably screwed his cousin or +had been about to screw her, but he wasn't sure. + +Hedda went into the kitchen and fixed a snack for them, then told them +that it was time to hit the sack. + +"Oh, boy, I guess I'll have to change in that tiny little bathroom +again," Ralph moaned. + +"Oh, I don't guess there's any reason to do that," Hedda laughed. "I'm +sure Billie is comfortable enough with us now not to be embarrassed." +After saying this, she went into the back section, leaving the curtain +open as she peeled off her bathing suit. Bjorn was in the process of +stripping his suit down. Myrtle, not one to miss a chance, kept an eye +on her step-father as she peeled of her suit top. She wasn't +disappointed. Bjorn dropped his suit and stood there in full view of +both girls with his bare dick hanging down between his legs as he put +on his pajama pants. + +Ralph quickly skinned out of his suit and put on his pajamas. Billie, +who was a little slower undressing, couldn't help sneaking a glance at +his dick, and she didn't miss seeing Bjorn's monster, either. Ralph had +his eyes on both girls as they undressed and put their gowns on. Ralph +also didn't miss his mother, as Hedda stripped off her bathing suit and +pulled on a short little gown. Hedda noticed that neither of the girls +had put on panties with their short gowns. + +Soon the trailer was quiet. Ralph lay there, listening to the heavy +breathing of the others. He lay beside his sister, snuggling up close +to her. It wasn't long before he heard the regular snoring of his +step-father in the other end of the big vehicle. He waited a little +longer, listening carefully until he was sure that he could also hear +his mother's heavy breathing as she slept beside her husband. + +When he was sure they were all asleep, he snuggled up against Myrtle. +He was surprised to find that she was also awake. + +He slid his hand up under her gown to her pussy, finding that it was +nice and juicy. Suddenly, Myrtle reached down and pulled his hand away +from her cunt and whispered in his ear, "Come on." She slipped quietly +out of bed and Ralph followed her. + +Myrtle eased the door open and led the way outside. Ralph followed her +as she led the way to the hammock. She sat down in the hammock and +reached out and pulled Ralph up against her, spreading her legs and +letting him hunch right up against her pussy. His dick instantly sprang +to full attention. + +"Ralph, did you and Billie screw tonight?" Myrtle asked him, gasping +with pleasure as he pushed her gown all the way up and ran his palms +over her tits. + +"Yeah, we did it," Ralph told her. "Now, I want to do it to you." + +"I want to do it too, Ralph," she told him, unsnapping his pajama pants +and letting them slide down to his ankles. She took hold of his hard +dick, sliding her hand up and down along the shaft. + +"Oh, wow," Ralph exclaimed, slipping his hand up between his sister's +legs and pushing his finger straight up her juicy pussy. In the van, +Hedda, raised up carefully and looked out the window over the bed. In +the moonlight, she could see Myrtle sitting in the hammock with Ralph +standing up close against her, his dick sticking up between her legs. +Hedda could tell that they were playing with each other. + +Hedda's movement had awakened Bjorn, and he raised up to see what his +wife was looking at. He gasped when he saw his stepson standing between +his daughter's widespread legs playing with her pussy while she played +with his dick. + +"Are they gonna fuck?" he whispered. + +"Shhhh, don't wake Billie," Hedda told him. "It sure looks like it," +she added. + +Outside, Myrtle was wanting Ralph's dick up her pussy. She had laid in +the bed thinking about this while waiting for everyone to go to sleep, +and she was hot and ready. She reached down and pulled Ralph's finger +out of her pussy, the pulled on his dick. As he moved up against her, +she guided the end of his dick to her pussy hole. Ralph couldn't +believe it. She had always said she wouldn't let him do it to her, but +she was actually putting the end of his dick against her hole with her +own hand. Ralph reached down and hooked his arms under his sister's +knees, lifting her legs. She lay back in the hammock, her hand still +holding his dick to her pussy entrance. Ralph began to push his dick +against his sister's hole. The end went in, but he hit her hymen, and +he needed more leverage to get the rest of the way in. Releasing one +leg, he reached up and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her toward him as +he suddenly jabbed his hips forward. That did it! He heard her gasp of +pain as he sank into her hot cunt. + +Ralph leaned forward over his sister, sliding his hands up under her +shoulders to stabilize her and the hammock. She pulled her legs up and +spread them wide, offering him total access to her tight hot pussy. + +Ralph began to screw her, working his hips back and forth in time with +the movements of the hammock. Myrtle groaned as she felt his dick +sliding in and out of her pussy. She couldn't believe that she was +finally fucking her brother! + +Inside the trailer, Bjorn couldn't believe what was going on. Here he +was, peering through a window watching his 15 year old stepson screw his +14 year old stepdaughter, and he was so excited by what he was seeing +that he could hardly stand it. What's more, he was wishing desperately +that it was his dick sliding in and out of his stepdaughter's hot, tight +pussy. He glanced sideways at his wife and saw that she also was +extremely excited. Her breath was coming in excited gasps as she +watched the action in the hammock. Bjorn suddenly realized that Hedda +might even like to get screwed by her son. The thought of watching his +stepson screw his wife excited him even further. + +In the hammock, Myrtle was nearing orgasm. Her brother's prick was +slamming in and out of her pussy furiously. She could feel his balls +hitting the cheeks of her ass every time he thrust it into her. Her +legs were pulled up high, wrapped around Ralph's waist. Her pussy was +wide open to his hard thrusts, taking every inch he could get in. + +Ralph was wild with excitement. He had wanted to fuck Myrtle for so +long, and now he was actually doing it! He was driving his dick into +her with wild abandon and she was taking it all and loving it. Her firm +tits were rolling up and down on her chest from the force of his +humping. He looked down and watched his dick appear and disappear in +the red curls between her legs. In the moonlight, he could see his dick +glistening with the juice which coated it. + +Suddenly, Myrtle grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against her, +moaning as she came! Ralph threw his head back and snorted through his +nose as his dick spewed spurt after spurt of his cum deep into his +climaxing sister's tight virgin pussy. + +Bjorn and Hedda watched silently as the kids slowly disentangled +themselves from each other and came back toward the van. When they +slipped quietly inside and back into bed, there was no sign that their +parents were wide awake. The curled up together and were soon asleep. + +Early the next morning, Billie was awakened by movement in the room. +She saw Bjorn looking through the window next to the door. + +"What are you looking at?" she asked, raising up in bed. + +"Shhhh," Bjorn whispered to her. "There is a deer and two fawns out +here." Billie jumped out of bed and rushed to the window. + +She got there just in time to see a shadow disappear into the brush. + +"Ohh, I missed them." + +"Maybe if we went out, we might catch a glimpse of them," Bjorn said. +"Everybody else is asleep, nobody will miss us." + +"OK, let me put some clothes on," Billie said. + +"Aw, it's too early to run into anybody," Bjorn said. + +"They'll be miles from here if we wait." + +Bjorn had on nothing but pajama pants and Billie had on a gown. She +realized as they went out the door that she didn't even have on any +panties. Bjorn led the way as they made their way into the bushes, +going in the direction the deer had gone. After several minutes of +moving through the brush, Bjorn suddenly came to a stop. + +Billie moved up beside him. They peered around a tree and saw a doe and +two fawns drinking from a small stream. They stood, frozen in their +tracks for several minutes, watching the animals. + +Suddenly, the doe raised her head, sniffed the air and looked directly +at them! In a flash, all three were gone, almost seeming to +dematerialize into the woods. + +"Wow, that was something," Billie breathed. + +"Yeah, they were beautiful," Bjorn agreed with her. He glanced down at +his niece, dressed only in a thin gown and decided that the deer weren't +the only thing that was beautiful. + +In coming through the brush, Billie's gown, which buttoned up the front, +had come unbuttoned down well between her titties. Billie saw where he +was looking and looked down, suddenly realizing that her gown was +hanging open far lower than it should have been for modesty's sake. + +"Uncle Bjorn," she giggled. "You are staring at me." + +"Sorry, Billie," Bjorn replied, still looking. + +Billie glanced down at his crotch and saw that his pajamas were +beginning to bulge out! + +"Bjorn!" she giggled. "You're getting a hardon." Bjorn just laughed +and Billie reached up and slowly pulled the unbuttoned gown over to +expose one of her firm little titties. Bjorn moved up to her and put +his arms around her. He bent down and tenderly kissed her on the lips. +When their lips parted, Bjorn looked around and then led Billie over to +a soft grassy spot. + +They lay down and Bjorn immediately kissed her again. She responded by +wrapping both arms around his neck. Bjorn's hands moved inside her gown +to her titties as he kissed her. She grunted into his mouth as he began +to palm and caress her tits. Then his lips traveled down her neck, +across her front, to her tits, opening her gown wide as he did. Billie +gasped again as his lips closed on a big soft nipple, gently sucking it +in between his lips. + +Billie lay back and enjoyed her uncle's sucking of her tits. He moved +back and forth, going from one to the other. She felt his hand move +down over her stomach and slide between her legs, gently palming her +pussy through her gown. He slid his hand down her leg, then back up the +inside of her leg, pulling her gown up. When he reached her pussy, she +opened her legs, feeling his finger dip down into her slit. + +Bjorn was amazed at how wet she was. Her pussy was already flowing with +juice. He slid his finger down over her clit, massaging and rubbing the +little button. He heard her gasps of pleasure as he stroked her clit, +then slid his finger down to the entrance to her pussy itself. Gently, +he inserted a finger tip, then slowly slid his finger up into her hot +wet tunnel. He was amazed at how tight she felt, even around his +finger. Boy, she was really going to feel tight when he got his big +dick in her! Billie lay back, feeling the finger sliding in and out of +her pussy. She reached down and found his dick, huge and hard in his +pajamas. She slipped her hand inside the opening and wrapped her hand +around the huge prick. She couldn't believe how big it felt in her +hand. She wondered for a moment if it would fit in her, but she was +determined that she was going to try it. Slowly, she slid her hand up +and down along the length of the monster rod. Bjorn suddenly raised up +and pulled his pajama pants off completely, leaving him naked. He then +lay back down beside her, kissing her again. She wrapped her arms +around his neck as he raised up and moved over her. She pulled her legs +up and spread them wide and she felt his huge prick slide down between +her legs. She felt the end of it move into her slit, then begin to +slide up and down in her wet juices. It felt so good! + +Bjorn could feel the heat from the mouth of her pussy every time his +dick slid down between her legs. He was just sliding it up and down in +her slit, enjoying the exquisite sensation it produced on him and +observing that it seemed to be affecting her the same way. + +On one of the downward movements, the end of his dick dipped into the +mouth of her pussy. He felt the hot wet heat from her cunt on the end +of his dick. Pushing a little farther, he felt the end move up just +inside her cunt hole. She gasped as he pushed it a little farther in, +getting the knob and about an inch of shaft into her tight channel. +Withdrawing a little, her slid forward again, sinking about half of the +shaft into her tight yielding tunnel. Withdrawing and sliding forward, +he gradually fucked his way up into her tight little cunt until he had +the whole thing up inside her. She had her arms wrapped tightly around +his neck, her breathing and gasps of pleasure telling him that he was +not hurting her. + +Bjorn began to fuck her, sliding his dick slowly in and out of the tight +hot hole of pleasure between her legs. He raised up on his elbows and +used his hips to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw. Billie was +obviously enjoying everything he was giving her. Her face was flushed, +her eyes shining, her breath coming in ragged gasps timed with his +thrusts which buried his tool deep into her on every inward stroke. + +Billie couldn't believe how good it felt. When Bjorn's dick had started +going in, she had felt her tight little pussy stretch around the end of +his dick. She had thought for a minute that it wasn't going to fit, +then it had started sliding in deeper and deeper, her pussy stretching +to accommodate it. It had felt absolutely fantastic as it began to go +deeper and deeper on every stoke. Now it was going all the way in and +all the way out. And the huge dick was rubbing the underside of her +sensitive little clit on every stroke. It was driving her wild. It +felt like it was hitting her backbone every time it went all the way in! +She felt stuffed and stretched, but it was wonderful! + +Bjorn began to pick up speed, fucking her harder and faster now. She +was tossing her head back and forth, seeming to be almost out of control +with pleasure. Suddenly, she pulled her legs up, pressing her feet +against his ass, urging him on. He began to really pound into her in +earnest now, slamming his dick in and out of the tight slick channel. +Suddenly, Billie Let out a little shriek, and she was coming. Bjorn was +right with her, his dick shooting powerful spurts of hot cum deep into +her pussy. He couldn't believe how intense his orgasm was. And she +seemed to be having one just as intense. Her face was screwed into an +expression of pure physical pleasure, her eyes tightly closed. Finally, +they lay still, his dick still buried up to the balls in her. + +Bjorn raised up and looked at her. She smiled at him. "Oh, Bjorn," she +moaned. When he pulled his dick out of her, her pussy seemed to stand +open, like it regretted being vacated. She moaned softly when she felt +it slide out of her. + +When they got back to the van, they found the other occupants still +sleeping. Billie crawled back into bed and Bjorn went into the kitchen +and put the coffee on. + +When Hedda woke up, she smelled coffee. She raised up and looked +around. Bjorn wasn't in bed. She got up and went forward in the van, +finding her husband sitting in the kitchenette waiting on the coffee. +She kissed him on the cheek and sat down beside him. She playfully +reached down and slid her hand inside the front of his pajamas. She +gasped. His dick was coated with dried cum! She looked questioningly +at him. He grinned sheepishly. She stood up and crooked her finger at +him. He got up and followed her outside. + +Billie had been awakened by her aunt passing the bed on the way to the +kitchen. She watched through slitted eyes, and realized that Hedda +suspected something. When her aunt got up and motioned for Bjorn to +follow her outside, Billie was afraid that Bjorn was in trouble for +screwing her. When they closed the door behind them, Billie slipped out +of bed and moved to the door. She didn't hear anything, so she opened +the door and went outside. + +When Hedda got outside, she went around the end of the van, and Bjorn +followed her. She stopped and turned to face him. + +"Who?" she asked simply. + +Bjorn didn't know how she was going to take this. He was afraid she +would get upset and hold it against Billie. He hesitated. + +Just around the corner of the van, Billie heard the simple question. +She knew what her aunt was asking. She peeked around the van and saw +that Bjorn was hesitating about answering. On sudden impulse, to +protect her uncle, Billie stepped around the van into her aunt's line of +vision. + +"Please, Aunt Hedda," she pleaded. "Don't be mad at him." + +Hedda saw the look on Billie's face. She suddenly realized that the +youngster was trying to protect her uncle. She smiled at Billie. + +"Honey, I'm surprised you could take that big dick of his," she told her +softly. "Was it really good?" + +Billie suddenly realized that Hedda wasn't mad. She seemed to be +excited by knowing that Bjorn had screwed her. + +"It was absolutely fantastic," Billie told her. + +"Well, you two are going to have to help me make it with Ralph," she +told them. Bjorn grinned. Billie's mouth dropped open in surprise. +Then she smiled broadly. + +The three of them stayed outside whispering for several minutes, then +they went back into the van and woke the other two kids to help get +breakfast. The all ate breakfast in their night clothes, then they got +dressed, all just stripping down and changing in front of everyone else. + +Billie couldn't believe what was about to happen. She had admitted to +her aunt and uncle that Ralph had screwed her, and they had told her +about seeing Ralph and Myrtle outside the van last night. Now, Hedda +was wanting her to help her get in Ralph's pants, a feat which Billie +was sure would be easy to accomplish, and Bjorn was wanting to screw his +daughter. Billie was also sure that Myrtle would accommodate that wish +for him. + +After breakfast, Hedda asked if anyone was interested in taking a +shower. Everyone seemed to want one, so they all gathered their clean +clothes and headed for the bath house. When they got there, the guys +went into their side of the house, and the gals went into theirs. The +girls quickly stripped off their clothes and went into the shower area. +They were soon lathering themselves under the water. Hedda quickly +washed herself and left the shower area, telling the girls to take their +time. Still naked, she moved to the entrance to the bath house and +peeked outside. She found herself looking directly at Bjorn, peeking +out of the men's side. Giggling, she quickly moved around the corner +and past him, into the men's side. Bjorn slipped around the corner into +the women's side. + +Hedda moved silently back toward the shower area, where she could hear +Ralph humming to himself as he bathed. She peeked in. He was standing +with his back to her, lathering his chest with soap. She moved silently +up behind him and slid her arms around him. He nearly jumped out of his +skin. + +"Mom," he gasped. Looking at her, he suddenly realized that she was +totally naked. + +"I though you might like some company," she told him. + +Ralph stammered, not knowing what to say. However, not all of his +anatomy was bashful, as his dick immediately rose to full attention. +Hedda's hands slid down over his stomach to his crotch. She wrapped one +hand around his hard dick and slid the other down to cup his balls. +Ralph gasped with pleasure as his mother's hand began to slide up and +down along the length of his hard prick. + +In the other side of the bath house, Bjorn moved silently back to the +shower area. He peeked inside. Billie smiled at him, and motioned him +inside. Myrtle had her back to him. She suddenly realized that someone +else was coming into the shower and glanced over her shoulder to see who +it was. She gasped loudly when she saw her step-father coming in, +totally naked and with the biggest hardon she had ever seen in her life! +He moved directly over to her. + +"Hello, sweetheart," he smiled at her. + +"Daddy," she gasped. She looked at Billie and saw a big smile on her +face. Her step-father moved up against her backside and slid his arms +around her, cupping her full breasts in his big hands. She felt his hard +dick pressing against her back. Billie moved up behind Bjorn and slid +her hands down between him and his daughter, stroking his dick. Myrtle +suddenly realized that Billie had known he was coming. She looked +around for her mother. Then she heard a muffled gasp from the other +side of the wall and realized that her mother was over there with Ralph. + +"Wow, I don't believe this," she giggled, as Bjorn's hand slid down +between her legs, a finger slipping into her juicy gash. + +"Do you object?" Bjorn asked. + +"What do you think?" she smiled, turning to face him. She slid her hand +down and took his dick in her hand, Billie sliding her hands on down to +cup his balls. + +On the other side, Hedda was kneeling in front of her son. She had a +mouth full of teenage dick. She was sucking greedily as his dick slid +in and out of her mouth. She suddenly released his prick and stood up. +She leaned back against the shower wall, spreading her legs and pulling +Ralph up against her. She slid her hand down between them, guiding his +dick between her legs. Ralph groaned when he felt his dick slide +between his mother's legs, engulfed in her hot slit. She pulled it up +and he thrust, and half of his dick suddenly slid up into her hot wet +cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled one leg up, +wrapping it around his waist. Ralph slid his hands down and took hold +of her ass, lifting her and pushing her back against the wall. She +brought the other leg up around his waist when she felt his hands grab +her ass. His dick slid in up to the balls. Ralph groaned. + +"Can you hold me up?" she asked him. + +"Sure," he grinned at her, beginning to fuck his dick in and out of her +pussy. + +"Ohh, Ralph," she groaned. + +In the ladies side, Myrtle was on her back on the shower floor. Bjorn +was on top of her, sliding his dick into position to enter her. She +gasped when his dick started making it's way up into her tight pussy. +She groaned as his next thrust buried it up to the balls in her. + +"Am I hurting you, honey?" he asked her. + +"Oh no, Daddy," she cooed. "It feels wonderful." Billie knelt beside +them, bending down and looking up between their legs, watching Bjorn's +dick slide in and out of his stepdaughter's pussy. Ralph was banging +furiously into his mother's pussy. He was standing in a strained +position and fucking his own mother's cunt. He knew he wouldn't last +long. Hedda knew he was about to come. She was also almost there. The +fact that it was her own son's dick ramming her pussy made it that much +more exciting. Suddenly, she let out a little scream. "Ohh, yes, Ralph, +I'm coming." + +That did it. Ralph grunted and jammed his dick up to the balls in +Hedda's spasming cunt. His dick erupted, shooting gobs of spunk upwards +into her womb. + +"Ohh, yes, Ralph, I feel you coming in my pussy," Hedda groaned. + +Finally, she lowered her legs to the floor and Ralph released her, +letting his still halfhard dick slip out of her juicy pussy. She reached +down and encircled it with her hand, sliding her hand up and down it, +watching it grow straight up again. She smiled. + +"Come on, let's go see what is going on in the other side," she told +him. He looked at her in surprise. She grinned. + +"Unless I miss my guess, your step-father is over there fucking your +sister's brains out." Ralph grinned broadly. + +When Ralph and Hedda entered the girls shower, still naked and with +Ralph's dick pointing at the ceiling again, they found Bjorn still on +top of Myrtle, banging away at her. Billie on her knees, looking up +between their legs, watching the action. She looked over her shoulder +and smiled at them. + +Ralph dropped to his knees behind Billie. He took his dick in his hand +and rubbed it between her legs. He was about to put it in her pussy +when Hedda stopped him. + +"Wait, Ralph, try this," she said, taking hold of his dick and raising +it to Billie's ass crack. + +"Oh, Hedda, won't that hurt?" Billie asked when she felt the end of his +dick pressing against her ass hole. + +"Not if he takes it easy," Hedda told her. She used her hand to rub +Ralph's dick around on Billie's ass hole. Then, she allowed him to push +against it just a little. She saw the brown ring open a little, letting +just the tip in. Ralph tried to push harder, but Hedda restrained him. +He withdrew a little and pushed forward a little bit more. Billie +grunted as the entire knob entered her tight ass hole. + +Suddenly, Myrtle began to grunt and cry. She was coming. Bjorn gasped +and jammed his huge dick up to the balls in his daughter's tight cunt, +shooting spurt after spurt of hot jets into her. + +Hearing the other couple coming, Billie and Ralph suddenly lost control. +Billie jammed backwards just as Ralph shoved forward and suddenly his +dick was balls deep in her ass. She screamed out in pain. + +"Ralph," Hedda grabbed him. "Wait, give her time to get used to it." + +"Just wait a minute, Ralph," Billie snorted through her nose. Ralph held +perfectly still, with his dick all the way up his cousin's butt hole. + +Bjorn raised up off of Myrtle, pulling his dick out of her. She gasped +when it slipped out and ran her hand down between her legs, feeling her +wide open soggy pussy. Bjorn and Myrtle got up so they could watch +Ralph and Billie. + +Ralph was beginning to move now, slowly sliding his dick in and out of +his cousin's tight ass hole. He couldn't believe it. Her pussy had been +tight, but this was unreal. + +Billie was bracing her hands against the floor, pushing back to match +Ralph each time he thrust his dick up her stretched ass hole. It still +felt like she was going to split, but at the same time it felt +wonderful. She could feel it sliding in and out, in and out, slowly +reaming her behind. + +Watching his stepson's dick slide in and out of the young girl's ass had +gotten Bjorn all hard again. His dick was sticking straight out from +his crotch. Billie saw it sticking out, right in front of her nose. +She leaned forward and licked it. Bjorn groaned and moved forward, +allowing her to take the end into her mouth. + +"Wow, look at that, she's taking on both of them," Myrtle gasped to her +mother. + +"She certainly is," Hedda agreed. "But don't worry, we'll get some more +action from them." + +Ralph was fucking Billie's ass with long steady strokes now. He could +feel his balls tightening. He knew he was getting close. Bjorn was +watching the 13 year old girl's mouth slide up and down on his dick as +his stepson's thrusts into her ass hole moved her body back and forth. +It was almost more that Bjorn could stand. He knew that he was about to +fill her mouth. + +Suddenly, Billie began to quiver all over. She had beaten both of them. +She was coming! And right at the height of her climax, she felt Ralph's +dick beginning to spurt in her ass, closely followed by Bjorn's dick +spurting into her eager mouth. After everybody caught their breath, they +all got under the showers together and washed each other off. Ralph and +Bjorn enjoyed washing the three pussies and Bjorn washed Billie's +battered ass. + +The girls took turns washing the guys dicks and balls. Finally, they +all got dressed and headed back for the van. + +When they got inside, Ralph immediately grabbed Myrtle, wrestling her +giggling down onto the sofa. Hedda laughed at them. + +"Cut it out, you two," she told them. "Helga will be getting here soon. +It wouldn't do for her to see you doing that." + +"Ohh," Billie groaned. "Mother is coming and we're going to have to +stop fucking." Everybody laughed. + +"Maybe not," Bjorn said. They all turned to look at him. + +"Maybe we can just get her to join in." + +"Oh, you don't know Mother," Billie said. + +"Maybe I know her better than you do," Hedda grinned at her. + +"She didn't hesitate to spread her legs when we used to double date at +the drivein." + +"Mother?" Billie asked, not believing what she was hearing about her +prudish mother. + +"And what were you doing while Helga was getting screwed?" Bjorn asked +Hedda. + +"Well, usually Helga was getting fucked in the backseat and I was +getting fucked in the front seat," Hedda told him, seeing his dick +beginning to bulge out his pants. "Bjorn, if you could make Helga, +maybe she would just join in and we could all spend the rest of the +vacation screwing our eyeballs out!" + +"Precisely what I had in mind," he told her. + +About that time, they heard a car coming up the road. Billie looked out +the window and recognized her mother's car. + +When Helga pulled up at the campsite, she was greeted by everyone piling +out of the big camper van to meet her. They helped her unload her +things and take them inside. When she asked where she should put them, +Hedda just said not to worry about that right now. + +After they had talked a little while and Billie had assured her mother +that she was indeed having a wonderful time (Helga didn't know yet just +how wonderful), Hedda suggested they all get their bathing suits and go +to the pool. + +Bjorn leaned back in the lounge chair beside the pool. Hedda was +sitting on the side of the chair, her hand resting nonchalantly on his +thigh, just below his balls. As she and Helga, who was sitting facing +them, talked, Hedda idly let the back of her hand occasionally brush +against Bjorn's balls. It had the desired effect. Bjorn's dick began +to harden and stiffen in his bathing suit. It didn't get totally hard, +but it was bulging enough to be noticeable. And, Bjorn saw, Helga +didn't miss it. + +She was trying not to be obvious, but she was looking! + +They went back to the van for lunch, and then back to the pool again. +Olga was there, but her parents weren't. Olga told Ralph and Billie and +Myrtle that her mom and dad were "taking a nap" in the van. + +After a while, Bjorn saw all four kids get out of the pool and head up +the road. That really almost gave him a hardon, knowing what they were +probably going to do. + +In the big conversion van, Soren rolled over and looked out the window +when he heard the kids go by. His ears perked up when he heard Myrtle +say something about butt fucking. He looked down at his wife, sprawled +naked and asleep. He smiled, remembering how big a climax she had had, +telling him about Bjorn fucking her while he plowed her pussy. He +wondered what those kids were up to. Knowing Olga, he would be willing +to bet they were going somewhere to screw. He wondered where they would +go. Quietly, he slipped off of the bed and pulled on his pants. A few +moments later, he slipped out the door. + +Slipping into the bath house, Soren listened and heard muffled voices +coming through the back wall. They must be behind the building, he +thought. When Soren got around to the back of the bath house, he saw +four naked kids. Olga was on her hands and knees, with Ralph on his +knees behind her. The other two girls were watching as Ralph worked his +dick up into Olga's ass. No one had noticed him yet. Myrtle had her +back to him, and Billie was on the other side of the two fucking kids. +She glanced up and saw him as he approached them quietly. He held his +finger to his lips. She smiled when she saw that he had his pants +unzipped and his dick was jutting out through the opening. He +unfastened his pants and quietly took them off. He moved up behind +Myrtle, who still wasn't aware of his presence. She became aware of it +very quickly when he slid his dick up between her legs, though. She +gasped and looked back over her shoulder. Soren just smiled at her, +sliding his dick back and forth in her juicy pussy slit. Then he took +his dick in his hand and guided it to the mouth of her cunt. She +grunted when he smoothly slid it home in her. A short time later, Hedda +saw the three kids coming back in through the pool gate. She wondered +to herself how Ralph could keep up this pace. + +The kids slid back into the cool water, to wash the sweat off and cool +off. Myrtle slipped her fingers inside the crotch of her bathing suit +and washed Soren's cum out of her pussy. Billie saw what she was doing +and smiled at her. Billie was the only one who hadn't gotten fucked. +Ralph had shot his load in Olga's ass, and then he had turned her over +and fucked her pussy while her father was fucking his sister. This had +really turned Billie on, but she had consoled herself with the memory of +getting butt fucked in the shower that morning while she sucked Bjorn's +dick. The group returned to the van for supper, and then they all +congregated in front of the TV for a while. When Hedda suggested that +they all turn in early, Helga was surprised when she didn't hear a +single objection from the kids. Bjorn and Ralph excused themselves and +went to the bath house for a shower. The girls had showered when they +changed out of their suits so they declined to accompany the guys. + +When they arrived at the shower, they found Soren luxuriating in the hot +spray. He had just lathered up his genitals, and had stimulated a mild +hard on in the process. Unembarrassed at the entry of Ralph and Bjorn, +he continued soaping his balls until his prick stood rock hard and +pointing out in front of him. Both Bjorn and Ralph watched in +fascination as Soren began to slowly jack himself, caressing the bulb +head. Strangely, Ralph felt his own loins begin to fill, and was about +to turn away lest his stepfather see his excitement. At that moment, he +noticed that Bjorn was also not unaffected by the display and was in a +state of highdudgeon himself. He stepped under the shower head next to +Soren, and began lathering his own balls. Ralph stared in fascination +as the two men rubbed their mighty champions, seemingly oblivious to the +boy's presence. + +Ralph also noted that he was not the only member of the audience, as he +could see movement behind the peepholes in the women's side. Olga and +her mother were watching to see what would happen. + +Simultaneously, Soren and Bjorn took a step toward each other, and came +so close that the ends of their dicks touched. Soren reached out a +tentative hand, and Bjorn immediately filled it with his cock. The two +men stood there, massaging each other. Ralph, who had sidled over to +where the women were watching through the peep holes, heard a stiffled +gasp from Olga. + +Suddenly Soren dropped to his knees in front of Bjorn and took his cock +into his mouth. He sucked slowly, taking the whole of it into his +throat. He was obviously accomplished at this sort of thing, and was +driving Bjorn crazy with his technique. + +Ralph heard sounds from the other side of the peep holes, and could see +that the women were no longer watching. + +He chanced a peek through the nearest hole and gasped in amazement. Olga +was spread-eagled on the floor with her face buried in Ouida's bald +snatch, while her mother lapped furiously at Olga's cunt. + +Bjorn suddenly tensed his body. He gripped Soren by the ears and pulled +his face firmly into his crotch. His dick went off like a cannon, +spurting hot wads of spunk into Soren's mouth. Soren's adams apple +bobbed as he struggled to swallow the load, but some of it leaked out +the corners of his mouth, dropping onto his chest. He let go the +drooping cock and stood up. Bjorn and he began to lather themselves +again, and finished their showers without a word. + +Ralph had heard of bisexuals before, but this was his first encounter. +Sometime he might like to see what it was like to have another man go +down on him, but just now he was getting too much pussy to spare the +time. + +He heard a shuddering moan from the other room, and, bending to the +peephole, saw Olga and her mother struggling wildly on the floor as they +matched climaxes. He wondered if Bjorn was going to do Soren in return, +but the two men moved to the peepholes and watched as the women +completed their ecstasy. + +The three then dressed and returned to their respective campsites. Hedda +told Helga that the kids had been just bunking out on the sofa bed and +that the bed in the back was big enough for her to share it with her and +Bjorn. Helga had raised her eyebrows at that, but had said OK. + +When the guys got back, they found the girls already in bed. The curtain +into the back bedroom was pulled, so Ralph simply shucked his pants, +slipped his pajama pants on and slid into bed between the two girls. +Bjorn slipped his pants off and put on a pair of pajama pants. The kids +lay quietly and watched Bjorn open the curtain into the back bedroom. +The two women were stretched out on the bed in the moonlight coming in +through the window. They both appeared to be asleep. Bjorn left the +curtain open and eased himself onto the bed between Helga and Hedda. +the kids saw Hedda raise her head and give Bjorn a quick kiss, then lie +quietly. Helga appeared to be asleep. + +Helga had gone to sleep almost as soon as she lay down. She didn't know +when Bjorn got into bed, so she had no idea what time it was when she +was awakened by a hand sliding over her from behind and cupping her +breast. She lay very still, realizing that the hand had to belong to +Bjorn. She thought at first that he was reaching out in his sleep and +thought he had hold of Hedda's tit. She just lay there, feeling the +hand gently squeezing her breast, and enjoying it. It had been a long +time since a man had felt her tits. Suddenly, she realized that Bjorn +knew exactly what he was doing, because she felt his body ease up +against her from behind. She felt his hard dick up against her back! +She didn't quite know what to do. She really didn't want him to quit, +but she was afraid her sister would wake up. She felt the hand on her +tit slide down over her stomach to her crotch. It probed at her pussy, +but since her legs were together, it couldn't get to her. The hand then +went on down and began to pull her gown up! She lay very still. The +hand had her gown up to her waist, now. Then, she felt a bare dick up +against her ass! Bjorn had opened his pajamas. She felt the dick move +down and probe between her legs. In spite of herself, she parted her +legs a little and let the dick slip between her legs, nestling right up +against her pussy. She felt a hand on her leg, lifting it, then the +dick was probing her slit. She couldn't believe this! Bjorn's prick +felt huge, sliding back and forth in her slit. Then, she felt him put +the end against her hole and press forward. It was going in! Inch by +inch, the big thing was moving up into her rapidly creaming pussy! If +Hedda woke up now, she and Bjorn were both in deep trouble! Bjorn +began to move his dick back and forth in her, slowly sliding it in and +out of her pussy. + +In the other room, all three kids were watching the proceedings in the +bedroom. They all knew that Hedda was not asleep, but just pretending +to be. They could see right up between Helga's legs, and they were +watching Bjorn's big dick slide slowly in and out of Helga's pussy. +Billie was delighted to be seeing her mother getting fucked! She felt +something against her back, then realized that Ralph was about to do the +same thing to her that Bjorn was doing to her mother. She smiled and +parted her legs, grunting quietly when his dick slid home in her hot +pussy. Bjorn was beginning to move more vigorously now. Helga was +really afraid he was going to wake Hedda up. She glanced over her +shoulder and was surprised to see Hedda's arm wrapped around Bjorn's +neck. Hedda was kissing him on the ear while he was fucking her! Hedda +raised up quietly and smiled at Helga. She reached across Bjorn's body +and grasped Helga's hip, pulling her back tight against Bjorn, letting +her sister know that she was in favor of what was going on. Bjorn began +to screw her even more vigorously, now. Helga quit worrying about what +was going on and just lay there and enjoyed it. Suddenly, Bjorn rolled +her over on top of him. She found herself on top of him, her legs +spread wide as he fucked upwards into her pussy. Then her eyes focused +on the scene in the other room. Her daughter was lying on her side with +Ralph's dick sliding in and out of her pussy, and Myrtle was up on her +elbows watching Helga getting screwed by her step-father. + +Helga groaned. She just spread her legs farther and tried to push her +pelvis down to get more of Bjorn's dick in her. Sensing her movement, +Bjorn rolled her back onto her side and pulled his dick out of her. +Then he rolled her onto her back and crawled on top of her. She spread +her legs wide as he lowered his head to her love nest. The monster that +had stretched her walls and seared her clit was replaced with a darting, +teasing tongue that was driving her insane with lust. + +She felt a wetness at her right nipple, and opened her eyes to see her +sister sucking hungrily at the taught nubbin. It felt the same as it +had when they were teenagers and had settled for bringing each other off +until the boys got interested in them. Having two tongues working on +her simultaneously was making her sopping wet, and the sight of Billie, +being fucked from behind, and now lapping merrily away at Myrtle's pussy +brought her to a new dimension. + +Bjorn, sensing her moment was ripe, shoved his cock back into her, and +began to fuck her as hard as he could. She shoved back at him and then +shot her legs up over his back. They both seemed to explode together in +a mind blowing climax that seemed to last for minutes. Feeling the +excitement of her sister and her husband, Hedda finger fucked herself +and came just as the two began to relax. + +Ralph watched the action of the grownups over Billie's shoulder and +drove his cock faster and faster into her. Billie responded by lapping +ever more furiously at Myrtle, and the trio suddenly came in one +shuddering, seething moment. + +All six occupants of the Winnebago fell asleep, satiated and dreaming of +the delights that awaited them the next day. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/blinddates.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/blinddates.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7fc6d9de --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/blinddates.txt @@ -0,0 +1,157 @@ + MORE THAN FIFTY WAYS TO GET RID OF BLIND DATES + (and other social catastrophes) + +1. At dinner, guard your plate with fork and steak knife, so as + to give the impression that you'll stab anyone, including the + waiter, who reaches for it. + +2. Collect the salt shakers from all of the tables in the + restaurant, and balance them in a tower on your table. + +3. Wipe your nose on your date's sleeve. Twice. + +4. Make funny faces at other patrons, then sneer at their + reactions. + +5. Repeat every third third word you say say. + +6. Give your claim to fame as being voted "Most Festerous" for + your high school yearbook. + +7. Read a newspaper or book during the meal. Ignore your date. + +8. Stare at your date's neck, and grind your teeth audibly. + +9. Twitch spastically. If asked about it, pretend you don't know + what they are talking about. + +10. Stand up every five minutes, circle your table with your arms + outstretched, and make airplane sounds. + +11. Order a bucket of lard. + +12. Ask for crayons to color the placemat. This works very well + in fancier venues that use linen tablecloths. + +13. Howl and whistle at womens' legs, especially if you are + female. + +14. Recite your dating history. Improvise. Include pets. + +15. Pull out a harmonica and play blues songs when your date + begins talking about themselves. + +16. Sacrifice french fries to the great deity, Pomme. + +17. When ordering, inquire whether the restaurant has any live + food. + +18. Without asking, eat off your date's plate. Eat more from + their plate than they do. + +19. Drool. + +20. Chew with your mouth open, talk with your mouth full and + spray crumbs. + +21. Eat everything on your plate within 30 seconds of it being placed + in front of you. + +22. Excuse yourself to use the restroom. Go back to the head + waiter/hostess and ask for another table in a different + part of the restaurant. Order another meal. When your date + finally finds you, ask him/her "What in the hell took you so + long in the restroom?!?" + +23. Recite graphic limericks to the people at the table next to + you. + +24. Ask the people at the neighboring table for food from their + plates. + +25. Beg your date to tattoo your name on their derriere. Keep + bringing the subject up. + +26. Ask your date how much money they have with them. + +27. Order for your date. Order something nasty. + +28. Communicate in mime the entire evening. + +29. Upon entering the restaurant, ask for a seat away from the + windows, where you have a good view of all exits, + and where you can keep your back to the wall. Act nervous. + +30. Lick your plate. Offer to lick theirs. + +31. Hum. Loudly. In monotone. + +32. Fill your pockets with sugar packets, as well as salt and + pepper shakers, silverware, floral arrangements... i.e + anything on the table that isn't bolted down. + +33. Hold a debate. Take both sides. + +34. Undress your date verbally. Use a bullhorn. + +35. Auction your date off for silverware. + +36. Slide under the table. Take your plate with you. + +37. Order a baked potato for a side dish. When the waiter brings + your food, hide the potato, wait a few minutes, and ask the + waiter for the potato you "never got". When the waiter + returns with another potato for you, have the first one back + up on the plate. Repeat later in the meal. + +38. Order beef tongue. Make lewd comparisons or comments. + +39. Get your date drunk. Talk about their philosophy. Get it on + tape, and use good judgement in editing to twist their words + around. + +40. Discuss boils and lesions, as if from personal experience. + +41. Speak in pig latin throughout the meal (Or ubber-dubber + language, or just nonsense). + +42. Take a break, and go into the restroom. When you return to + the table, throw a spare pair of underwear on the back of one + of the chairs. Insist that they just need airing out. + +43. If they are paying, order the most expensive thing on the + menu. Take one bite. + +44. Bring 20 or so candles with you, and during the meal get up + and arrange them around the table in a circle. Chant. + +45. Save the bones from your meal, and explain that you're taking + them home to your invalid, senile old mother, because it's a + lot cheaper than actually feeding her. + +46. Order your food by colors and textures. Sculpt. + +47. Take a thermos along, and hide it under the table. Order + coffee, and fill the thermos one cup at a time, taking advantage + of the free refills. + +48. Insist that the waiter cuts your food into little pieces. In + a simliar vein, insist that he take a bite of everything on + the plate, to make sure no one poisoned it. + +49. Accuse your date of espionage. + +50. Make odd allusions to dangerous religious cults. + +51. Don't use any verbs during the entire meal. + +52. Pass the hat in the restaurant. Use the proceeds (if any) to + pay the bill. + +53. Break wind loudly. Add color commentary. Bow. + +54. Feed imaginary friends, or toy dolls you've brought along. + +55. Bring a bucket along. Explain that you frequently get ill. + +============================================================ \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/boat.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/boat.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8f195680 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/boat.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +3 + +Uploaded By: SEX PRINCESS + + Hi, this is the continuation of my first fantasy....Please read it + +first.....Ok, The day comes when you are bringing me on your boat. You + +told me that I should wear swimwear so I put on a small bikini and + +shoes. You picked me up at my house and brought me to the dock. + +Unfortunatly, your friends couldn't make it so it is just you and me. + +Your boar is a moderate sized recreational sort boat with one outboard. + +We get on the boat and start out on the Sound. You steer for a secuded + +place and you bring the boat to a place where there isn't another boat + +for miles. You are busy explaining everything about the boat but, your + +mind is on my body. You remark what a good time we had at your house + +and I said it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I sat on a + +box and you took the liberty to put your arms around me from behind. I + +am now so hot in anticipation. I am just sitting there hoping you will + +invade me. You, from behind me, feel up and down my stomache, each time + +you get closet to my breasts on the upswing. Then, you slide your hands + +around to my back. You position them on my upper back and you unsnap my + +bikini top and hold the ends with your hands. After a moments delay, + +you bring your hands along with the ends of the straps slowly around to + +my front. When you have brought the straps a little foward of my tits, + +the cups just lift off my tits. Seeing that this is what I wanted, you + +unspan the bottoms and pull them right off. You take my bathing suit + +and go into the small cabin where you hide it somewhere and you come + +out with a small box which you put down. Then, you take off your shirt + +and position your jeans in front of me. My hands move toward them + +slowly with the intent of pulling them down to your ankles. Just as I + +am about to touch the zip, you pull them away from me. You tell me that + +before you are going to let me have it, you want something el \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/bon&disc.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/bon&disc.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3b0f4e7b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/bon&disc.fun @@ -0,0 +1,223 @@ + + +THE FOLLOWING STORY IS TRUE. +DICTATED TO, AND TYPED BY THE CONJUGATOR. +STORY EXPERIENCED AND TOLD BY HEIDI. + + "Most of you would consider me, well maybe wierd. You see, I like a certain +kind of sex. I know many other people who like it too, so I know I am not +alone. I like bondage and discipline. I just love it, and it's the only form +of sex that I get any real enjoyment from. + + "Here is one of my many very fun experiences ... I had a boyfriend, and his +parents were going to go out of town. We decided that I would pretend to be +sleeping over a friends house, but really I would be spending the weekend at his +house. My boyfriend had another idea for me too ... he wanted me to be his +slave for the entire weekend. We had talked about our various fantasies, so he +knew that I liked bondage and discipline. I of course agreed. I couldn't wait! +I already started feeling horny at the thought. So came Friday night, his +parents were gone and I came over. I brought a lot of sexy clothes with me too. +I wanted to really turn him on. As soon as I walked into his house, he had me +strip completely naked. My panties were already soaked, and he could tell I was +getting turned on. He had me put on a leather mini-skirt that I had brought +with me ... he loved it. Then he had me put on a halter top, and he told me +some of his new rules. I was to obey absolutely everything he told me to do, or +I was to be punished. I was to be his slave for the entire weekend. Thats all, +but that was also all I needed to know. + + "He had me sit down and then he put his hand under my skirt and ran his hand +up and down my thigh, occasionally rising to feel my ass. He also reached under +my shirt, and felt my now-tingling breasts. It felt so good. He noticed that I +was enjoying this and he told me that I was going to have a lot of fun this +weekend. Then he went and got a dog collar and leash. He connected them to my +neck, then he got out his handcuffs. I loved those handcuffs ... we had had so +much fun with them. He handcuffed my hands behind my back. Then he told me +that he was having a friend come over to have some fun with me. All the while +he kept feeling my ass, and sometimes shoving one of his fingers up my pussy or +up my ass. His friend turned out to be a girl. I couldn't believe it. + + "The doorbell rang and he pulled me up, and lead me to the door with him by +the leash. He opened it and yes, there she was. He let her in and he had her +strip right there on the spot. Then he told her what he had told me, that she +was to be his slave for the entire weekend. I was so jealous ... and she +looked excited at the thought too. He had her put on these really lacy black +panties and bra, and then tied her hands behind her back with some leather +strings. Then he ordered us to kiss. I didn't move so he smacked my ass real +hard, so I moved closer, she was moving towards me too, she didn't look worried +or anything. She started kissing me. I wanted to push her away but my hands +were handcuffed, I tried to move away but my boyfriend held me tight. The funny +thing was that I liked it, so I stopped pretending that I didn't. I kissed her +back hard. Then he pulled us apart. He was getting excited and he wanted to +fool around. He had the other girl sit on a table, then he had me bend over the +table so half my body was on the table and my feet were still on the ground. He +pulled her panties off and had her seperate her legs. So there I was, my ass +sticking up high in the air, and my face about an inch away from her pussy. I +could smell her musky aroma. He got behind me pulled down my panties, and +spanked me hard a couple of times. He then told me to lick and suck on her +pussy. I agreed 'cause I wanted him to fuck me already. Then he shoved his +cock up my ass as hard as he could. It hurt but at the same time it felt great. +I started moaning and licking her cunt. She started moaning too. After awhile +of this he had me kneel right in front of him, and he started jerking off. I +tried to move away but he pulled on my leash. Then he came all over my face. I +tried to lick some of my face but could only get a little. He pulled the other +girl off, and had her sit next to me and had her lick the rest of the cum off my +face. I was in heaven, but frustrated beacuse I hadn't cum yet myself. + + "Well, I finally did come that night. The next day was even more fun. He had +us both put on these really tight leotards he had bought us, mine was black, +hers was white. Then he had us serve him breakfast. Whenever we stooped over +to put something on the table he would feel our tits, or pat us lightly on the +ass. Then we all took a shower together ... we still had our leotards on +though. They felt very strange, they were so tight and at the same time wet, so +they hugged our every curve even more. He enjoyed watching me and her making +out, so he ordered us to fool around a lot. We wore different things all the +time, sometimes skimpy panties, or leather clothes he bought us or sometimes +skintight jeans, or sometimes just nothing at all. + + "The whole weekend was a very fun experience ... I have more to tell about +but I don't know if anyone is really reading this. If you want to hear more, +leave a message on the board, and I'll keep on going telling you more about that +weekend and other times. + + "Also if you want I can go into more detail, telling everything I can ... the +one here is a little more general." + + HEIDI. + + ONCE AGAIN, ANOTHER STORY FROM HEIDI. TO REPEAT, THESE ARE TRUE STORIES. + + "ANYONE WHO HAS READ THE FIRST STORY ALREADY KNOWS WHAT KIND OF SEX I LIKE, +BUT IF YOU DIDN'T SEE IT, I LIKE KINKY SEX, BONDAGE AND DISCIPLNE. I LOVE IT, +AND I FIND THAT IT'S THE ONLY KIND IF SEX THAT I REALLY ENJOY. I AM ALSO +DECIDEDLY BISEXUAL. I ENJOY KINKY SEX WITH BOTH SEXES, BUT MOSTLY WITH MEN. I +WAS TOLD THAT THEIR WERE SEVERAL MESSAGES ASKING FOR MORE STORIES SO I WILL TELL +ANOTHER ONE." + + "MY BOYFRIEND LIKES TO SHOW ME OFF, AND I LIKE GETTING OFF ON IT TOO. SO ONE +DAY HE TOLD ME THAT A COUPLE OF OLD FRIENDS WERE DRIVING UP FROM OUT OF TOWN. +HE WANTED TO SHOW ME OFF, I AGREED, OF COURSE. ON THE DAY THAT THEY WERE TO +ARRIVE, I DRESSED UP ESPECIALLY FOR THE OCCASION. I WANTED TO SHOW OFF MY BODY. +I WORE A LEOTARD WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH, AND A MINI- SKIRT OVER THAT. MY +BOYFRIEND TOLD ME I LOOKED TERRIFIC. HE ESPECIALLY LIKED MY MINI-SKIRT; IT WAS +SO SHORT THAT THE BOTTOM CURVES OF MY ASS SHOWED FROM UNDERNEATH. IT MADE ME +FEEL VERY SEXY. SO HIS FRIENDS ARRIVED AND WE JUST TOOK THEM AROUND TOWN, TO +ALL THE RECORD STORES. THAT NIGHT WE WENT OUT FOR DINNER, SOON AFTER THE FUN +BEGAN. I COULD SEE THAT HIS FRIENDS KEPT TAKING PEEKS UP MY MINI-SKIRT, AND I +LET THEM. I KNEW I COULD TRUST THEM, MY BOYFRIEND WOULDN'T LET THEM TOUCH ME. +BUT I KEPT LETTING THEM GET PEEKS. AFTER DINNER, WE WENT BACK TO MY BOYFRIENDS +HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE THAT THEY HAD RENTED. WELL, I REALLY WASN'T IN THE MOOD +TO WATCH A MOVIE SO I TOLD MY BOYFRIEND THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO SIT THROUGH A +MOVIE. WELL I GUESS HE WAS FEELING A LITTLE HORNY, BECAUSE THAT'S WHEN HE +DECIDED TO PULL OUT HIS HANDCUFFS ON ME. HE IMMEDIATELY HAD MY HANDS SECURED +BEHIND MY BACK. HE THEN TOLD HIS FRIENDS THAT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN +WITH ME AND THAT HE WANTED THEM TO WATCH, AND MAYBE JOIN IN IF HE FELT LIKE +REALLY PUNISHING ME. HE PULLED ME OVER HIS LAP, SO THAT MY ASS WAS STICKING UP +IN THE AIR, BRUSHED MY MINI-SKIRT ASIDE, AND STARTED SPANKING ME AT A BRISK +PACE. I STARTED YELLING AT HIM TO STOP, EVEN THOUGH I WAS THOROUGHLY ENJOYING +IT. WHEN I CONTINUED TO YELL, HE WENT TO HIS ROOM FOR A MOMENT, AND CAME OUT +WITH A BALL GAG. HE HAD NEVER USED ONE ON ME. HE SAID HE WAS SAVING IT FOR A +SPECIAL OCCASION, AND THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH. HE SECURED IT, SO I COULD NO LONGER +TALK AT ALL. THEN HE PULLED ME OVER HIS LAP AGAIN, AND CONTINUED WITH HIS +SPANKING. AFTER HE THOUGHT I HAD HAD ENOUGH, HE STOPPED. HIS FRIENDS JUST +WATCHED US, THEY SEEMED HYPNOTISED BY THE LITTLE SHOW HE HAD GIVEN THEM. I WAS +GETTING HOT. HE THEN HAD ME STAND UP, HE TOLD HIS FRIENDS THAT HE WAS GOING TO +GIVE THEM A GUIDED TOUR OF MY BODY. I WAS IN NO POSITION TO REFUSE, SO I JUST +STOOD THERE, GAGGED, AND HANDS RESTRAINED. HE STARTED BY RUBBING MY THIGHS AND +ASS. I COULDN'T HELP BUT TO MOAN, BECAUSE IT JUST FELT SO GOOD. THEN HE CAME +UP BEHIND ME AND STARTED RUBBING ON MY NOW SWELLING BREASTS....I COULD HARDLY +STAND AS HE DID THAT. HIS FRIENDS WERE GETTING REALLY HORNY WATCHING THIS SO HE +SAID HE'D LET ME RELIEVE THEM. HE FORCED ME ONTO MY KNEES, AND HAD EACH OF HIS +FRIENDS COME UP TO ME, AND HAVE ME GIVE THEM BLOWJOBS. AFTER HE TOOK OFF THE +GAG HE TOLD ME TO START, I WAS SO HORNY THAT I HONORED HIS COMMAND IMMEDIATELY. +AFTER I HAD RELIEVED THEM ALL, HE UNTIED MY HANDS AND TOLD ME TO UNDRESS. I +TOOK OFF EVERYTHING AND PUT IT ALL ASIDE THEN HE PUT THE HANDCUFFS BACK ON. HE +THEN STARTED SHAMELESSLY SHOVING HIS FINGERS IN AND OUT OF MY PUSSY AND ASSHOLE. +I FELT WEAK IN THE KNEES SO HE LEAD ME TO HIS BEDROOM AND TIED MY HANDS AND FEET +TO THE BEDPOST, FACE DOWN. HE THEN UNDRESSED AND ENTERED ME FROM BEHIND, WITHIN +SECONDS I HAD AN ORGASM THAT HAD BEEN HELD FROM ME FOR SO LONG. IT WAS TRULY +REWARDING. AFTER THAT WE DID WATCH THE MOVIE, AND THEN WHEN MY BOYFRIEND TOOK +MY HOME, HE SAID THAT I HAD MADE HIM VERY PROUD, AND HE LAID A BEAUTIFUL KISS." + + "AND THUS WAS THE END OF ANOTHER DAY OF BEING MY BOYFRIENDS TOTAL AND COMPLETE +SEX SLAVE." + +**MORE STORIES WILL BE COMING SOON, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THEM. + + +ONCE AGAIN, ANOTHER STORY FROM HEIDI. +THIS IS PART THREE, ONLY THREE HAVE NEEN WRITTEN SO FAR. + + HOW IT ALL BEGAN + ---------------- + + "MY WHOLE INFATUATION FOR BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE STARTED ABOUT A YEAR +AND A HALF AGO. HOW IT STARTED IS ABOUT AS STRANGE AS B&D ITSELF. IT +ACTUALLY STARTED BETWEEN MY BEST FRIEND AND I." + + "A NEW GIRL MOVED INTO OUR NEIGHBORHOOD, AND MY BEST FRIEND, LAURIE BECAME +GOOD FRIENDS WITH HER IMMEDIATLY. IT CAME TO THE POINT THAT SHE WAS ACTUALLY +SPENDING MORE TIME WITH HER THAN WITH ME. WHENEVER I CALLED HER SHE WAS WITH +"HER NEW FRIEND, MICHELLE". SO FINALLY I GOT A HOLD OF HER AND SHE ASKED ME TO +SLEEP OVER, AND THAT MICHELLE WAS GOING TO BE SLEEPING OVER TOO. SHE SAID THIS +WOULD BE A GOOD CHANCE FOR ME TO MEET HER, AND GET TO KNOW HER BETTER. OF +COURSE I SAID YES. SO CAME FRIDAY NIGHT. I WENT TO LAURIE'S HOUSE, AND +MICHELLE WAS ALREADY THERE. SHE WAS A REALLY NICE LOOKING GIRL. SO, WE +LISTENED TO SOME GOOD OLD MUSIC; BOB DYLAN, AND SOME TRAFFIC, AND TALKED, AND +DID OUR NAILS AT THE SAME TIME. SOON, WE WERE TALKING ABOUT SEX, AND OUR +DIFFERENT SEXUAL EXPERIENCES. SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND, BUT HAD TO BREAK UP WITH HIM +WHEN SHE MOVED. WE ALL HAD A LOT TO TALK ABOUT, AND THE CONVERSATION WAS VERY +INTERESTING. THEN MICHELLE ASKED ME IF I HAD EVER TRIED BONDAGE. I SAID NO, +BUT I HAD HEARD OF IT. THEN LAURIE SAID SOMETHING LIKE "WELL, WE'RE GONNA...." +AND THEN SHE QUICKLY SHUT HER MOUTH. I ASKED WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO SAY, AND +INSTEAD OF HER ANSWERING, MICHELLE DID. SHE SAID "WELL WE'RE GOING TO CHANGE +ALL OF THAT, I'VE TAUGHT LAURIE AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!!". THEY WERE BOTH +GRINNING NOW. I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT I GOT UP AND STARTED TO PACK MY STUFF TO +LEAVE. THAT'S WHEN MICHELLE GRABBED MY ARMS, SHE SEEMED TO BE SO STRONG, AND +FORCED THEM BEHIND MY BACK. THEN LAURIE TIED THEM TOGETHER WITH A LONG STRIP OF +LEATHER. THEN THEY FORCED ME ONTO MY KNEES. THEN MICHELLE SAID "BY THE END OF +TONIGHT YOU'LL BE BEGGING TO BE MY LITTLE SLAVE GIRL." THEN SHE SAID SOMETHING +LIKE "WATCH HOW MUCH LAURIE LOVES IT!". THEN THEY LEFT THE ROOM FOR A MINUTE. +I STARTED TRYING TO LOOSEN MY BONDS, BUT LAURIE HAD TIED THEM TOGETHER SO WELL. +AFTER A FEW MINUTES, THEY CAME BACK IN. MICHELLE WAS ALL IN BLACK; A BLACK +HALF-BRA, A BLACK GARTER BELT HOLDING UP SATINY BLACK HOSE, AND SILKY BLACK +PANTIES. SHE ALSO HAD HIGH-HEELED PUMPS. WHAT REALLY SHOOK MY UP WAS WHAT +LAURIE WAS WEARING... HER HANDS WERE TIED BEHIND HER BACK WITH LEATHER CUFFS, +AND SHE HAD ON A HALF SHIRT, NO BRA, AND THESE REAL STRINGY BIKINI PANTIES. SHE +ALSO HAD A THICK LEATHER COLLAR ON, AND CONNECTED TO THAT WAS A THIN CHAIN, THAT +MICHELLE WAS TIGHTLY HOLDING ON TO. WHAT REALLY GOT TO ME THOUGH WAS THAT +LAURIE WAS APPARENTLY TURNED ON; HER NIPPLES WERE JUTTING OUT, AND I COULD SEE +THAT HER PANTIES WERE ALREADY GETTING WET. MICHELLE THEN SAID "I HAVE BEEN +TRAINING LAURIE FOR THE PAST COUPLE OF WEEKS, WE ARE GOING TO SHOW YOU TONIGHT +WHAT SHE HAS LEARNED SO FAR. THEN WE BOTH WILL TRAIN YOU." I WAS SO SHOCKED +THAT I JUST SAT THERE NOT SAYING A WORD.THEN SHE ORDERED MICHELLE ONTO HER +KNEES. MICHELLE RESPONDED IMMEDIATLY, WITHOUT HESITATION. THEN MICHELLE SAID +SOMETHING LIKE "BEG FOR IT....". THEN LAURIE STARTED PLEADING ASKING HER TO DO +IT ALREADY. MICHELLE HAD LAURIE BEND OVER THE BED OPPOSITE THE ONE I WAS +SITTING ON. SO THERE WAS LAURIE, BENT OVER HER BED, HANDS BOUND, AND HER ASS +HIGH IN THE AIR. MICHELLE THEN WENT TO HER BAG AND PULLED OUT A VIBRATOR! THE +SECOND LAURIE SAW IT, SHE STARTED PLEADING LOUDER. THEN MICHELLE CAME OVER AND +PULLED OWN LAURIE'S PANTIES DOWN AROUND HER THIGHS, AND TURNED ON THE VIBRATOR. +SHE THEN STARTED MOVING IT SLOWLY AROUND LAURIE'S PUSSY AND ASSHOLE. LAURIE WAS +NOW MOANING IN ECSTACY. THEN MICHELLE SHOVED THE VIBRATOR DEEP INTO THE INNER +DEPTHS OF LAURIE'S ASSHOLE. AFTER ONLY A FEW SECONDS OF THIS LAURIE HAD A +POWERFUL ORGASM. THEN MICHELLE CAME OVER TO ME AND FORCED ME OVER TO LAURIE, +THEN SHE ORDERED ME TO LICK LAURIE'S JUICES. I SAID NO WAY, BUT MICHELLE SAID I +WOULD BE PUNISHED FOR DISOBEYING. SHE THEN FORCED ME IN BETWEEN LAURIE'S THIGHS +AND MADE ME LICK THE JUICES FROM HER PUSSY THE WIERD THINGS WAS THAT I WAS NO +LONGER TRYING TO PULL BACK, I LIKED BEGIN TREATED THIS WAY. AND I FELT THAT +FAMILIAR FEELING IN MY PUSSY. ALL THIS TIME MICHELLE WAS SAYING "SEE SHE'S +STARTING TO LIKE IT ALREADY!" AND I WAS. NEXT SHE ORDERED US TO START KISSING +AND LICKING EACH OTHER. IT WAS HEAVEN. BEING COMMANDED BY HER TO MAKE OUT WITH +MY BEST FRIEND. IN THE END, WE HAD ALL OF OUR CLOTHES OF AND NO ONE WAS IN +COMMAND ANYMORE, WE ALL JUST WERE KSSING AND LICKING EACH OTHER. BY THE END OF +THE NIGHT I HAD BEEN ENTERED IN THE PUSSY AND ASSHOLE BY BOTH LAURIE AND +MICHELLE. WE AGREED TO SWITCH OFF ROLES, AND THAT SOMETIMES I WOULD BE THE +SLAVE AND SOMETIMES THE MASTER. AND THEY WOULD ALSO DO HE SAME." + + "MICHELLE TAUGHT ME A LOT, ALONG WITH LAURIE THAT NIGHT. IN MY NEXT STORY, I +WILL BE CONTINUING MY OTHER ADVENTURES WITH MICHELLE AND LAURIE, INTO THE +WONDERFUL WORLD OF BONDAGE AND DISCIPLINE." + +**KEEP YOUR EYES OPENED FOR MORE STORIES FROM HEIDI, MORE WILL BE COMING. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/boobs1 b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..442fc9bf --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs1 @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +Copyright 1994(c) + + + ONE MAMMOGRAM, PLEASE -- WELL DONE; HOLD THE ONIONS. + By Del Freeman + + There are a number of things that, without ever having +entertained even fleeting thoughts of them, I know I do not want. +In fact, I don't even know how long the list is, because I'm still +making it. For instance, I do not want okra and anything. I do not +want invasive surgery that closes with the surgeon murmuring "Uh, +oh!" I do not want five of six winning lottery numbers; any pet +that rapidly gains an uncommon amount of weight in the midriff +area; or candy, of any type or consistency, that contains the word +'sour' in its description. 'Sour' candy, for my money, is an +oxymoron tantamount to 'honest' lawyer. + And now that I am almost half a century old, and have finally +come to terms with the awful truth that there is no Santa Claus, +tooth fairy or Easter bunny, I do not want any more emotional +masturbation by mail from Ed McMahon and his sidekick, Mr. Clark. +My loving husband, David, says I am rigid, and perhaps he is right. +I do not seem to respond well to new stimuli, and had sort of hoped +to avoid any in future. Alas, that was not to be. + Yesterday, I experienced a new sensation: mammography. For +those of you who have never had this experience, let me forewarn +you that the age-old expression "putting one's tit in a wringer," +pales by comparison. I always thought that was a bit crude, but +someone, somewhere, (no doubt male), has apparently been moved to +investigate it sufficiently to develop a machine to duplicate the +imagined sensation. This is proof positive that the Marquis de Sade +lives on. + ["Have you ever had a mammogram?" asked my doctor. + "No," said I, innocently. + "Would you like one?" + "Sure, why not?" said I.] + That, people, is what is known as an ill-informed response. +Would that she had merely asked me if I'd like a crack across the +nose with a brick. I'd have known the answer to that one. +Correctly, this exchange should go: + ["Can you say mammogram, Mrs. Whomever?," from the male +doctor. + "Can you say Bobbitt, doc?," from Mrs. Whomever.] + I was, at best, a trying patient. When finally I left the +hospital, the nurses were taking up a collection to send me to the +hospital down the road for my next mammogram. The radiologist +kicked in $20 without even being asked. I think he was a sore +loser. I mean, he didn't have to get all huffy just because I said +I wanted him to slap his Mr. Johnson up there and let me tighten +the screws on it. + ["I don't need that," he pointed out, logically. + "I know," I agreed. "I just want you to have it."] + I don't know what I thought a mammogram was, but I'm sure I +envisioned it as something very similar to an x-ray, and equally +non-intrusive. What it turns out to be is a Chinese torture device +that works like an electronic vise grip of mammoth dimension. One +is sidled up to it with one's ta-ta strategically positioned in +between two level surfaces, which are then manipulated by foot +pedal closer together until one's badge of womanhood is +inextricably grasped within the two surfaces, flattened like a +pancake. I expect the hospital must spend a lot of time on a daily +basis turning away people with nose rings, dressed in whips and +leather, queuing up to the machine and shouting "Me, first!" + For someone like me, who has ever suffered from fibrocystic +breast disease, (i.e., these babies hurt if you look at them), it +was a real treat. My protests would have rung no louder if they'd +done an emergency splenectomy with a dull toothbrush, sans +medication. Finally, the technician called in reinforcements. Of +course, since I enjoyed it so much we got to do more pictures than +the average patient. We took front shots; we took side shots, and +they went away to be read. Then we took more side shots and they +went away to be read. Then we took yet more side shots which went +away to be read. I was beginning to feel like Christie Brinkley on +a bad hair day. + The moral of the story is that we found two little somethings +which the radiologist doctor "thought" were harmless little +whatchanames. In order to ascertain more about them, we did a +sonogram. That's the thing where they take this jelly out of the +deep freezer, apply it to a probe, and run the probe all over one's +ta-ta. I am persuaded that all of medicine is merely a prelude to +full-blown massochism. + ["Excuse me... I just need a touch more goop." + Back to the deep freezer. + "Oh? You like this? Well, let's just stick this little thing +with a metal clip on the very tip of your ... ah... yes, both of +them. Then we'll all take turns seeing if we can hit the bull's eye +with a slingshot and steel rivets at 30 paces."] + Three hours later, the radiologist still "thought" these were +harmless little whatchanames. Furthermore, he thought they were +non-aggressive little whatchanames. I interpreted that to mean that +even if I have cancer, at least it's not P.O'd about anything. + My doctor, the one who got me into this mess with that +innocuous little question: 'Would you like a mammogram?' is a +female. I have no doubt she is going to advise me to take three +fingers and play with myself on an on-going basis henceforward. I, +hysteric that I am, will be totally useless at this since I can +already feel an increased size and thickness in this particular +ta-ta just since yesterday. By Tuesday, I expect the little +whatchanames to be, like killer tomatoes, the size of Cleveland. + The radiologist wants to "follow" these whatchanames. That +means six months from now I get to go back and do this +mammogram thing again. Six months or Tuesday, whichever comes +first. + I have only one request, which I think is eminently +reasonable. The radiologist doesn't seem to agree, so I think it +should be put to a vote, and here goes... + Next time, while they manipulate my ta-ta down to the +thickness of a well-cooked grilled cheese sandwich, I want to just +hold the doc's Mr. Happy in my hand. It will give me courage and +calm my fears. Besides, I understood everything they said about the +necessity of this procedure and how it wasn't designed to be +painful but to be medically beneficial. I will go quietly into that +good night, ... chin high and unafraid, if I can just lightly hold +the doc's Mr. Happy. I know we can reach some amicable agreement +about this. + As I cradle the doc's Mr. Happy in open palm, just before they +tighten the vise grip, I shall turn to him and smile. + "We're not gonna' hurt each other, are we doc?" I shall ask +sweetly. + I am willing to arm myself, for purposes of persuasion. + -30- + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/boobs2 b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs2 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1e8b97c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs2 @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ +Copyright 1994(c) + + THE FUN NEVER STOPS + By Del Freeman + + Once past the joy of a mammogram I can report that it is NOT +like childbirth. One does not have a tendency to forget the +discomfort. Of course, I didn't think childbirth was like +childbirth. I'm no fool. I remember clutching the doctor's coat and +screaming for morphine right after he diagnosed my pregnancy. + I am not what is referred to as a "good" patient. + Nonetheless, I have a good friend who is a doctor, but I +forgive him because he never tries to get me to quit smoking. He +insisted I should get a second opinion after the first several +hours of breast manipulation and inspection revealed two little +somethings everybody thought were probably fibro-adenomas. That's +a fancy name for lumps, which, in a perfect world, should not be +found in mattresses, gravy, or boobs. + "I like to believe we'll wait six months and they'll be gone," +I said. + "I like to believe you won't be," he said. + Doctors are so skeptical. + "The radiologist suggested we 'watch' them," said I. I liked +the sound of that, said I, and had persuaded my husband, David, to +take the night watch. + "Get a second opinion," said my doctor friend. + In order to get the second opinion referral, I had to go back +to my doctor and let her try to find the somethings by physical +examination. She found them in spite of my whimpering. She showed +them to me. I went home and showed them to David. He and I decided +if Bill Cosby could take his wife on the road with her Lamaze +breathing, we ought to be able to make a buck out of this act. + In the meantime, of course, this particular boob blew up about +the size of Mount Rushmore. I was no longer comfortable going out +in public, knowing people couldn't help but gawk at this appendage. +I thought of binding my breast, singular. David insisted it looked +perfectly normal. Husbands will lie to you about stuff like that. + The second opinion came from a Doctor named Smiley - a good +omen, I thought, despite the fact that he, too, sought to +manipulate my sensitive little ta-tas. He was horrified that anyone +would tell me to "watch these lumps." He didn't understand why +anybody would get a mammogram and then ignore the results, he said. +I didn't understand why anyone would get a mammogram without +sedation. We worked a deal. + Friday morning they will do what they affectionately call a +"Needle-localization," from which will result an "excisional +biopsy." This is a combination mammogram with torture implements +heretofore not introduced into the exciting world of mammography +known to moi. My reputation apparently precedes me, as Dr. Smiley +was quick to advise that they will sedate me in some fashion even +before administering a "local" to numb the targeted area. + Then, they will not only smush this boob inside that +mammography machine, they say, but they will run a long needle with +a wire on the end into my boob and up against the lump. I am +reminded of the "Sandwich maker." Ron what'shisname, the guy who +sells everything from spray-on-hair to a turkey jerky machine, +introduced me to this device, which I promptly bought and then I +dumped all the leftovers onto a slice of bread, covered it with +another slice, and smacked the lid down. I came out with a nice +toasty-looking something that tasted funny. I thought about using +a knife to remove an olive from the finished edible, and shuddered. + They will do this not once, but twice - once for each lump. +They will then tape off these wires, remove me to surgery, and +relieve me of them, much like the olive. Fine with me, I said. I +didn't want 'em in the first place. I just hope he's better with +a knife than I am. + They will, said Dr. Smiley, put me to sleep for the removal. +The first thing I noticed was that they have this sleep thing in +the wrong order. + Ah, but there's more, said the Doctor named Smiley. I noticed +he wasn't. + They will send these jewels down to biopsy, said he, and hope +the report comes back that they are harmless little nothings which +have simply formed for no reason anyone can comprehend. This sounds +to me much like my gravy-lump excuse: "I dunno. I did everything +like I was s'posed to. Just mush 'em with your fork," I advise. + With all of these medical dilemmas, however, one gets a series +of choices. These are of the "Would you rather have me bang your +thumb with this hammer, or smack you on the funny bone repeatedly +with this wooden spoon?" Not easy choices. My own 'hammer/spoon' +decision was whether to ultimately give up the boob. + "Will I list?" I asked. + "Not at all," he affirmed. + "Take the boob," said I. + I, who can never decide whether to wear the bone or the navy +shoes with the bone and navy suit. I, inveterate second-guesser of +every move I've made since I gave up thumb sucking, said, "Take the +thing, I never liked it anyway," without hesitation. + Doctor Smiley reports that he will not be making an appearance +for the festivities until after I am sedated and defenseless. "Does +this mean you're not going to let me hold your Mr. Happy while we +do this, either?" I ask. + Doctors have no sense of humor, either. + "Reach and you'll draw back a bloody nub," he mumbled. Of +course, he claims I imagined that comment, but hey... I was there. + I'm thinking we shouldn't stop with just killing all the +lawyers... + "How could you do that without even asking me?" David moaned. +"That one was my favorite." + Did I tell you husbands will lie to you about stuff? The +left's always been by far the cuter of the two. + Atop this is the conspiracy to break the insurance companies +by having an entire series of tests re-done because they're 35, not +30 days old. "Does sweet William know about this?" I asked. + David, whose nose is growing, says what's a needle in the arm +compared to one in the boob. I'm no longer as interested in holding +the doctor's Mr. Happy. + I'm looking at David's, now. + A report on the outcome of the procedure, and the continued +well-being of David's Mr. Happy, is forthcoming. + -30- + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/boobs3 b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs3 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..57d88e70 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/boobs3 @@ -0,0 +1,210 @@ +Copyright 1994(c) + + HOMESTYLE BOOBS + By Del Freeman + + My medical experiences are always reminiscent of the old joke +about the guy who goes hunting with his buddy and gets trapped in +a tree with a vicious cougar, and who shouts down to his buddy to +shoot the critter. The buddy, of course, can't get a clear shot, +and says so. + "Shoot up amongst us," responds the fellow with a handful of +cougar. "One of us has got to have some relief." + I'll give you an example... . + Once, long ago, I broke my femur bone. A freak accident +wherein I exited my car only to look back and see it rolling +forward, my two-year old inside. Automatically, I ran at it like +Superman and placed my hands on the hood to stop the momentum. +Naturally, the laws of physics being what they are, it promptly +threw me to the ground and ran over me. In slow motion, the front +wheels first ran over my legs and slowed the momentum a bit. By the +time the rear wheels rolled over my legs, the momentum was halted. +I called up comforting words to the two-year-old peering at her mom +on the ground in curiosity, and laid there while neighbors called +for a rescue unit and got, instead, a police car. + "Do you have a license?" asked the first officer on the scene. + I scrounged around, found my purse and handed him my wallet +from my prone position. + "Could you take it out of the plastic?" he asked, handing it +back. + I did. On the next call, neighbors got another police car with +an officer just as curious. On the third call -- third officer, I +asked them if they could just keep the license and pass it around +among themselves as the crowd increased. I also asked for a blanket +to combat shock. + When finally the rescue unit arrived, an EMR cut straight up +the leg of my favorite dungarees, grabbed the ankle and said, "This +may hurt." He yanked to straighten the leg, bound it up in splints +and they hoisted me into an ambulance. The ambulance drove over the +bumpiest roads to the hospital where they transferred me to another +gurney and wheeled me into the hospital. They took me up for x- +rays... lots of them, which involved another transfer onto the x- +ray table and then back onto the gurney. Back in the emergency room +they advised they couldn't give me anything for pain because I must +remain conscious so as not to move and drive the broken bone +through my skin. They attached seven pounds of weight to the toe +and said they would operate in the morning. + "If you can't give me an aspirin, just give me a gun so I can +blow my brains out," I told the ER room staff. + Thus, you have my most painful memory related to physical +discomfort. I did not, at any time, cry, although I admit I +whimpered a bit. This was my most painful medical experience until +Friday, February 25, 1994 -- a date that will live in infamy. Well, +maybe not... but I'll by God never forget it. + On that innocuous date I went to the hospital for what had +been described as a needle-localization of two small lumps in my +right breast, preparatory to their removal and biopsy. In +preliminary discussion, this sounded about as painful as a haircut. + "We'll give you a local for the insertion of the needle," said +my surgeon, Dr. Smiley. + "You'll have to do better than that," said I, having already +experienced the joys of mammography the preceding month. "Okay, +we'll pre-medicate you," he said. I imagined twilight sleep. +Obviously, he imagined Tylenol. What we had there was a lack of +communication. Nonetheless, Friday dawned. + I eyed the technician from my height. She was tiny. I could +take her if necessary. + "I'm Gean Yenzer," she said. "I'm going to do a needle +localization of your breast." + "In a pig's eye," said I. "You got a gun?" + She blinked. Obviously this was not your average patient. Her +expression said that eight a.m. in the morning she could easily +have done without this. + "Nobody's doing nothing to me unless I get drugs," said I. +"Get the drug person." + She tried reason. She tried cajoling. Her demeanor clearly +said she hoped this cup might be allowed to pass from her lips. She +finally suggested I sit while she called my doctor. I figured she +wanted to ask him why he hadn't sent me to Baptist instead of to +her, at South Miami Hospital. + I sat. I groused. Along came a nurse, who also tried a bit of +reason. + "I'm Vicki," she said. + "I'm not going under the needle without drugs," I answered. + Somebody asked me, by way of conversation, I think, what kind +of drugs I preferred. + "Lots," said I. "The kind they give horses would be nice." + "The doctor will administer a local before he puts the needle +in," said Gean. + "Not before he premedicates me, he won't," said I, stubbornly. + All the learned medical people spent divers amounts of time +explaining to me why they could not put me to sleep for this +procedure. Finally the doctor joined them in this endeavor. + "I'm Dr. Rabassa," said he. + "Not without drugs, you're not," said I. "Without drugs you're +just another jmoak with a kinky idea of fun." + Much time passed while everyone debated how they could get rid +of me. Even great minds sometimes fail, and ultimately they had to +deal with me. We all discovered we were relatively nice people. +Liking them did nothing to persuade me to give up my preoccupation +with major drugs. + In order to get my right ta-ta into the mammogram machine, +they gave me valium. I wanted morphine. This was not a good +compromise. It left me conscious and verbal. I have no doubt they +all sincerely wanted to give me morphine. At least, I'm sure they +wanted me non-verbal. Nonetheless, the valium did persuade me to +let them manipulate my ta-ta into the monster thumbscrew. They took +a round of pictures. Only I would end up being photogenic in my old +age in the one area where I have no appreciation for it, I thought. + Along came Dr. Rabassa, who studied these pictures and ordered +more. I decided if I lived through this, I'd see a shaman for a +nice, appropriate curse. After several hours and several shots of +valium, they had my ta-ta locked in the device - one side solid and +one side a grid with a rectangular opening. + "This will sting a bit," said the doctor, and shot liquid fire +into my ta-ta. + "Eee-yow, mother-huncher, mother-huncher," I screamed. A +shaman with a not-so-nice curse, I decided. + "Now, I'm putting in the needle," said the doctor. "This will +smart," he warned, and inserted a needle coated with acid. + I all but exhausted my somewhat extensive vocabulary of curses +with that one. I cried. A lot. A shaman with an impotency curse, +I decided. Maybe one with a disease curse. + They took another picture, with my ta-ta grasped in the vise, +the needle sticking out like a well-placed arrow. They went away +to develop that one and left me captive. It's okay, I told myself. +Sooner or later, they have to let me go. They can't run and they +can't hide. I'll hunt 'em down like Bronson... I'll pick them off +when they least expect it... I'll collect their scalps and string +them together, decorating my mantle at Christmas. My grandchild +will ask innocently, 'What is that, Grandma?' and I shall reply, +'Justice!' + Then... they came back. They finally had a surfeit of pictures +and were ready to shove the wire inside the needle so that it +rested against the lump in my right breast, they said. + "You'll feel some discomfort," said the doctor. + "Think about blue water," said Gean. + I shrieked, cursed, and wept some more. I thought about how +badly I wanted to tell the doc about his mama and the mule... in +Tijuana. I would have, if only I could have spoken in any but four +letter words. Naturally, they took another picture and again left +me in the contraption. I decided on an impotency AND a disease +curse. + They came back. They kept doing that. + "Okay, it's in position," said Dr. Rabassa. + "Turn me loose," I pleaded. They taped off the wire and did +so. Now, they said, they had to do the other lump. So many hours +had now passed that they decided to do this one by sonogram. The +good part about this is that the monster vise is not involved. The +bad part is that the needle and wire are. + "Not without major drugs, you're not," said I. "Somebody find +Miss Vicki." Miss Vicki had become my instant heroine. + More shrieking and crying and cursing later, they finally had +the second wire in and taped it off. I had firmly decided on the +impotency, disease, and 10-item curse. The 10-item curse is the one +where every grocery store Dr. Rabassa enters for the rest of his +natural life will have an express line with customers preceding +him, each of whom have a minimum of 25 items and want to pay by +check. I also decided we should definitely not stop with 'all the +lawyers.' I'm big on justice! + Gean, Miss Vicki and Dr. Rabassa all wished me luck and +quickly departed. Good riddance was merely implied. I was taken +upstairs where they asked if I had to use the potty. I didn't. +Exactly 45 seconds after I laid down and they raised the side of +the bed, I did. By then, of course, they had decided I couldn't +because I was medicated. They had a funny idea of what 'medicated' +is, I noticed. They offered me a bed pan. I opted to whiz on the +doctor during the procedure. I KNOW justice. + Nurse Beth was next to approach me, as we all waited for Dr. +Ramirez, the anesthesiologist, and my new hero. He came. He said +he was going to put me to sleep, now. Miss Vicki was immediately +forgotten. "I love you," I said. He thought I was kidding. + Several hours later I awoke, with a sore, bandaged ta-ta, to +the news that I no longer had lumps and that the lumps I had +formerly had were benign. I thought warm, rosy thoughts about all +the people whose lives I'd made hell along the way. I expected +they'd all go home and kick the cat. Those who didn't have a cat, +would no doubt get one for that exact purpose. I hoped they'd name +it after me. + The day after dawned with discomfort, and I was unable to +pursue my usual Saturday occupation -- thrift store shopping. The +comforting thought that my unwelcome lumps had been benign carried +me through this disappointment. I chose to practice my Pollyanna +philosophy, and wondered if I could go in under an alias when my +next mammogram is due. + When I broke my leg, they put in a pin, and put me on crutches +for almost a year. Once I had finally learned to walk, and even +dance again, they wanted to take the pin out. Despite the current +style being those ridiculous wedgie shoes and my continuing fear +that I would fall off and drive the pin through my brain, I opted +to keep it. I had found something to be grateful for in that +medical scenario. + "Thank you, God," I had murmured to the heavens. "That car +could as easily have run over my head, as my legs." + There must, aside from the fact that the lumps were benign, +be something to be grateful for in this scenario as well, I +decided. I racked my brain. + "Thank you, God," I murmured once again to the heavens. "That +car could as easily have run over my head, as my legs." + -30- + +Disclaimer: I am immensely grateful to everyone involved in this +process for their compassion and understanding. I was a difficult +patient, and the patience of this medical staff was nothing short +of valiant in dealing with me. I am equally grateful that I had the +dreaded mammogram when I did, discovered the lumps, got a second +opinion and had them removed. I have decided I will not return to +the hospital like a disgruntled postal worker; and I have even +given up the idea of the shaman. I still, however, think the C.I.A. +is missing a great persuader with that needle and wire thing. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/brady.bunch b/textfiles.com/sex/brady.bunch new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f8dfc913 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/brady.bunch differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/brady.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/brady.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..eedfeabd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/brady.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ + + Brady + + +It was a warm, sunny day. A typical day at the Brady household. The suburban +neighborhood was alive with the sounds of children playing touch football in +the street, dogs barking, and cars cruising. Yes, life was beautiful that day +-- just as life is ALWAYS beautiful at the Brady's. + +Marsha had just gotten home from high school with Greg and Peter. Jan and +Cindy had come home in Mom's car. But, just like it does every weekend, the +Brady household was cumming alive. + +Yes. Mom and Dad had gone out to a dinner engagement with some of Mike's +clients. They werent going to be home till about 12 that night. Plenty of +time to PLAY! + +Greg already had the speed out, and was laying a couple of lines for him and +Peter. Just then, Marsha came into the room. + +"Gee, Greg, that speed of yours sure is groovy! Think I can have some?" Greg +decided that a little speed was what the entire Brady household needed that +night. + +"Everyone up to MY room! Time to start the evening!" Everybody ran up the +stairs to Greg's room, even Alice and Tiger. They all KNEW what Friday night +meant up in Greg's room. Not only speed and dope, but if they were lucky, +maybe a bit of a "family affair" might start up, like it did LAST Friday. +That would be great! Groovy! + +Once everybody had sniffed a bit of Greg's magic powder, Peter asked the group +if it wanted to play "GQ Model", like they did last Friday. YAAAAAAY!, said +Cindy. She loved this game. So did Bobby! Oh yeah... Bobby LOVED GQ Model! +Because it was always Bobby that got to pose for the group. + +The rest of the family never told Bobby (cause they figured he'd be upset) +that the pictures of him were sent to that strange man down the street to be +used for some magazine that none of them had ever heard of. Yes.... In fact, +Peter once said that he SAW some of the Bobby pictures a couple of weeks after +playing GQ Model. Peter was in a drugstore, and he saw the picture that HE +took of Bobby outside on the jungle jim. It was the picture where you could +see Greg's hands doing something to Bobby's privates. It was making Bobby hard +for the camera. + +Anyway, everybody at this point was shaking and sweating profusely cause of +Greg's great speed. Alice was already pulling out her vibrator, and nervously +fingering the switch. Everytime she made it go WRRRRRRRR, Tiger would start +to wag his tail. Tiger KNEW what Alice's "Love Gun" could do to a feisty beat +up mutt. + +Marsha walked over to Bobby and d shirt."No!", cried Bobby unbutton my shirt, +and I want Peter to pull my pants down, like last week!" Ok. Bobby got his +way. Like he always did. They knew that if they let Bobby call some of the +shots early in the GQ game, Bobby would owe each of them a few favors. Heh +heh heh. + +When Peter had finally taken Bobby's underwear off, the group was already +visibly getting excited. "Gosh, if only Mom and Dad could be here, like they +were last Friday..." Bobby always wished that his Mom and Dad could take part +in the family fun each week, but sometimes they just HAD to miss it (even +though it hurt them so). + +Greg got out his two pairs of handcuffs. He gave one pair to Jan and the +other pair to Cindy. He told both of them to take ALL their clothes off +first, and then to cuff Bobby to the desk. Tiger, meanwhile was jumping up +and down -- he knew what was NEXT! + +"OK, TIGER! Show Bobby how much you love him!" + +Tiger ran over to bondage Bobby, and gave him a tongue bath, paying special +attention to those VERY special little boy areas. Yes. Tiger knew how Bobby +liked it. All this experience hadn't gone to waste on this dumb canine. + +Alice, meanwhile, had gone into the Brady's bathroom to get Mrs. Brady's +special jar of mentholatum cold cream. + +And she wasnt going to fix her makeup! No.....Alice was going to give Marsha +that VERY special treatment that Marsha always begged for. You see, Marsha +loved to look at all her brothers naked, while she had the live-in maid grease +her up for some serious anal sex. Yes, and + +Greg ALWAYS loved to join in. + +While the flashbulbs were popping in Greg's room, and Bobby's giggling could +be heard across the hall, Greg took Marsha to their parent's bedroom. They +knew that it was ok to screw in Mom and Dad's room, because Carol and Mike +ALWAYS commented on the wonderful smell the room had after such encounters. +They knew perfectly well that it was their own daughter's rectum they were +smelling -- but what the hell, if it turns you on, right? + +Greg pounced on Marsha and started grabbing her pubic hair. He pulled it out +in tufts, while groaning in her ear like a mule. + +"The SONG! THE SONG" Marsha demanded. She always LOVED it when Greg +sodomized her while singing "the song". + +"OK, Marsha, you got it." + +"I-N-C... + + E-S-T... + +That's what sister means to me." + +Greg continued to sing this silly nursery rhyme as he vigorously screwed his +sister. Yes. Greg had always lusted after Marsha! Ever since the whole +family went mule packing the Grand Canyon, and Greg rode right behind Marsha +and her creamy pre-pubescent little butt, Greg just couldnt get her out of his +mind. That is -- when he wasnt thinking about Peter. + +When Marsha and Greg were done, they went back into Greg's room to see how the +GQ Model game was progressing. + +"Sorry Bobby, we ran out of film...", Peter explained to the obviously +dejected Bobby. + +Maybe next week, we can take MOVIES of you with Dad's camera, instead. Bobby +seemed somewhat comforted by this consolation. + +Alice jumped up in front of the group! "OK! Now its time for my favorite +game! NAKED TWISTER!" + +YAAAAAAAAAY! Everyone was excited. They all loved it when Alice would whip +out her Twister game. + +Cindy was first. Spreading far, she put her right foot on the blue dot, and +her left hand on the red dot. Everyone jumped in immediately when they saw +the awesome sight of a juicy, fresh 7 year old girl spreading for the family. +"Me NEXT!", demanded Jan. She nestled in REAL close to Cindy's smooth warm +flesh. Peter was next, his obvious erection rubbing up and down in Cindy's +face. Cindy eagerly gobbled it up. But Peter pulled his cock out soon, cause +Cindy was just TERRIBLE at giving head. They had tried many times out back in +Tiger's doghouse, but she just couldnt seem to keep her teeth out of the way. +"Forget it Cindy, you stink at dicksuck!" "Sorry..." + +"I want Bobby to suck MY weenie! Bobby will suck anything! He likes it, hey +Bobby!!!!!!!" + +Yes, Bobby really enjoyed Peter's weenie in his mouth. Now the entire group +of Brady children was piled in one naked heap on Alice's Twister game. Alice +ran into Mike's study to get Mike's VCR. + +"Mr. and Mrs. Brady SURE wouldnt want to miss THIS!!!" Alice exclaimed! No, +Mr. and Mrs. Brady DIDNT want to miss this. They had been trying to get all +the kids together on the Twister game for WEEKS! But since, Jan had had the +clap last week and the week before, they couldnt do it. + +"Give Tiger your Love Gun, Alice! Come on! PLEASE???!", the kids cried. + +Ok. Tiger always loves it at high speed. + +"Can I help???", asked Greg. Greg really liked to help insert the plastic toy +while beating off. It really gave him a thrill. + +Sure, Greg, no problem. + +WRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, went the Love Gun, and Greg started to furiously beat off +while staring intently into Tiger's love-filled eyes. The dog shot its load +easily, like it always does. "Gosh golly, Tiger, cant you EVER hold out??", +cried Cindy. She always wished that Tiger had a little more staying power +than he did. I guess thats because of all the times that Tiger had shot his +load early while with Cindy. You know how unsatifying that can be. + +"Stop whining, Cindy." begged Peter. "I hate it when you whine about Tiger +being a little fast on the trigger." "You know that he is sensi-_ tive about +that!" + +"Sorry..." mumbled Cindy. + +"Just for that you little bitch, its time to bring YOU to the playhouse!!!" +NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! cried Cindy in desperation. + +Yes. It was time for Cindy to learn what penetration is all about. Time for +Cindy to become a "real" woman. Hmmmmmmmmmm. + +Peter and Greg handcuffed the little girl to the rafters of the playhouse, +suspending her above the floor. + +"OWWWWWW!", cried cindy, in obvious pain. + +You think THIS hurts you little bitch, wait until GREG whips out BIG EDDIE! +Alice HAD to leave at this point. She always DID love watching Cindy have +sex, but when it came to BIG EDDIE..... + +Well, Alice had ALREADY seen Greg's throbbing member at work on Bobby, she +realized that she really didnt need to watch it at work on Cindy too. Greg +greased up his cock, stroking the HUGE length back and forth. Cum was already +oozing from its tip. He placed it against Cindy's pussy, and SHOVED it in +HARD! No mercy from this big brother. + +Peter, meanwhile had greased up his dick with Crisco and had placed it on +Cindy's tight little rosebud butthole. OUCH! Yeah, you know it.... This was +DEFINITELY going to hurt this little 7 yr old. + +But what the hell. + +THRUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSST! + +Cindy screamed LOUDLY! + +Up in the house, Marsha and Jan were busy eating one another out, when they +heard their little sister scream in pain. Immediately on hearing this, Marsha +ripped her face from Jan's bush and began to shudder wildly. Jan had NEVER +seen her sister EVER have such a quaking orgasm!!!!!!1 She bucked wildly, +licking Jan's pussy juice from her chin, fingering her clit, and she fell in a +naked heap to the floor. + +"Gosh, Marsha, was that all just because my cunt tastes so good??" + +"No way, Jan. I just thought it was SO GROOVY to hear Cindy scream in pain, I +just COULDNT help but explode!" + +"I understand...." + +Well, this is a long story, that could never be told in one night. But be sure +to stay tuned to find out about what Mike and Carol did upon returning to the +Brady household! What did Mom and Dad do, when Peter had to tell them that he +had ruptured poor little Cindy's rectum... What did Alice say when she found +out that it was little BOBBY who was stealing all of her crotchless underwear. +Find out. + +Don`t say I didn`t warn you it was sick. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/brother.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/brother.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..83313673 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/brother.txt @@ -0,0 +1,805 @@ + + BROTHERLY LOVE + + We never thought we would be telling anyone about our love, but we + finally decided to let the world in on our little secret. It started + about a year ago and has continued through the school year. In fact, + almost everyone thinks we're married, instead of brother and sister. + We'll tell our own stories so you can understand how it all started... + + HIS STORY: I thought I knew my sister, having grown up with her + and having spent so many hours together. I have always considered her + beautiful, along with all other males who have laid eyes on her. She's + got a beautiful baby face with pouting lips and long blond hair and has + developed a fantastic and sexy figure in the last year or so. + + When I left for college, I kissed my sweet "innocent" little sister + good-bye. She was 17 then. I returned last spring, a little earlier + than I was expected, and saw the real girl that she was at 18. I took + the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the + way. I planned to surprise my parents and my sister, so I didn't enter + the front door but made my way around to the back to attempt to get in + through my bedroom window. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the + lights were on in the room. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains + and peeked inside. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock + stiffen. + + There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and + one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. They were lying on + the bed, kissing and fondling each other while he looked at pictures in + a photo album. He had on a pair of white cutoffs, with an incredibly + big bulge behind the zipper. I was glued to the spot and began to + unzip my own pants and release my straining cock. Soon the tan young + guy stood up, and my sister's small hands began to unsnap and unzip his + shorts. She slowly pulled them past his hard-on, which had to be eight + inches. His stiff cock curved slightly, and as her hands pumped up and + down its thick length, drops of slippery fluid coated the mushroom + head. This seemed to excite her, and with wide eyes, she lowered her + wet young lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. + + His prick looked even thicker next to her small, cute face, but she + managed to cram a few inches into her stretched mouth. His own hand + wrapped around the reminder of his big cock, and he began to jack off + as she licked and sucked on the swollen head. In a minute or two he + was humping his groin into her beautiful face, his hand sliding up and + down his shaft lubricated by the saliva that dripped from her mouth. + As his hand moved faster and faster, she looked directly into his eyes + and sucked even harder on the head of his cock. I could see the lust + in his eyes, and with a lurch, he pulled his cock from her lips and + with the tip just and inch from her mouth, shot a big, white stream of + cum. The thick fluid hit her top lip and was followed by three more + wads just as big. Her mouth was open and I could see the strands of + sticky cum stretching from her tongue to her lips. Her face and mouth + were literally drenched with semen, and with her fingers she scooped up + the slippery stuff and slid it into her mouth. He jammed his cock back + into her mouth and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked the last + bit of cum from his cock. + By this time I was at the point of cumming in the most intense + orgasm of my life. I shot spurt after spurt of cum into my waiting + hand, and then wiped it up and down my spurting shaft. When I + recovered, I made an entrance, this time by the front door. After I + met the boyfriend, who was as nice as he looked, I went back to my + bedroom. I had to open the windows to get the smell of sex out of the + room. I heard the front door open and shut as they went into the front + yard. I decided that I was going to try to get a little of my sister + myself, so I got undressed and into bed with only a sheet covering me + from the waist down. I looked on the bedside table and found her photo + album. As a senior, she had lots of pictures taken. She was a + cheerleader and there were lots of shots of her in her short skirt and + sweater. There were several of her in her bikini, but the one that + really turned me on was a photo of her standing in her bra with her + hands behind her back as if she was taking it off. Apparently it had + been a slumber party because there were a lot of her friends in baby + doll pjs and nightgowns. I couldn't take my eyes off of her supple + young body. Her breasts, covered by the bra, were firm and it seemed + that the nipples were poking out of the front. I stroked my cock + while looking at her pictures. I heard the front door open again and + the sound of her footsteps coming down the hall. I took my hand away + from my cock, but it poked the sheet at least two inches. + + HER STORY: I'm nineteen now, and go to the same college as my + brother. We live together off campus in an apartment. I really didn't + plan to come to this school, but what happened last spring changed all + that. I was home alone with my boyfriend since my parents were out of + town for the weekend. We were in my brother's bedroom making out. I + was completely naked and I knew that I looked sexy as hell. I've got + long blond hair that I usually wear up in a pony tail although + sometimes I let it loose and let it hang down far enough to cover my + breasts. I'm 5' 4" tall, weigh 115 pounds, and my measurements are 38- + 25-36. My breasts are very firm and my nipples are very large and dark + and stay hard most of the time because, when I was 10 or 11, I used to + wrap rubber bands around my nipples to make them stand out so Mom would + have to buy me a bra. Sometimes, even now, I'll stand in front of a + mirror and wrap rubber bands around the sensitive flesh just behind the + nipple. I usually can get more than 20 turns from the bands, and it + makes my nipples jut way out in front. I can feel them throb, and when + I pinch them, it makes my clit start to throb right along with my + nipples. Sometimes I rub my clit until I cum. Usually I get one of my + nipples in my mouth and I suck and bite it while stroking my cunt. + + This night, Bobby was wearing shorts and I could see the large + bulge of his cock straining the zipper. I unzipped and shoved his + shorts down and began sucking the end of his prick. I love the satiny + feel of his cock head, and I know that if I use my tongue on the ridge + of his head, he will squirt loads of cum in my mouth. Since I didn't + want to get knocked up, I never let any of my boyfriends fuck me. But + since I always gave them the best blowjob they ever had, none of them + complained. I've sucked so many cocks that, now, when they cum, I cum + as soon as I taste the salty fluid on my tongue. He was jerking + himself off into my mouth, so I opened my eyes and looked directly into + his so that he could see my pleasure as he came. He pulled out and + directed his cum at my open mouth. I could feel some of the shots hit + the back of my mouth, and I could taste and feel the semen dripping + from my lips onto my tongue. I sucked him back into my mouth and used + all the suction I could muster to squeeze the last drops of cum from + his cock. + + He was starting to get hard again when I heard the front door. My + brother came home from college early. We hurriedly dressed and went + into the front room. Since he came home before Bobby could eat me out, + I needed to get him someplace where we could be alone. Ray went back + to his bedroom and Bobby and I went out to his car. We got in the back + seat and he licked and sucked my clit until I came twice more. When I + went back inside, Ray's light was on and, as I passed his door, I could + see that he hadn't shut it all the way. He was lying under a sheet + with a monstrous hard-on poking up like a tent. He had my photo album + which Bobby likes to look at when I suck him. + + I opened the door and went in the room. I sat on the side of the + bed and looked at the picture that had captured Ray's attention. It + was the one of me in my bra with my back arched just as I was trying to + unhook it. That picture made my breasts stand out so they looked like + ice cream cones. I asked Ray if he liked my picture, and he simply + nodded. I asked him if he would like to see it for real, and when he + stared at me, I got up and took off my blouse and turned sideways. I + arched my back and reached behind to unhook the bra. I held the pose + for a minute and then went ahead and undid the hooks. I turned to him + and walked over to the bed. I asked him if he wanted to take it off, + and he reached up and slid the straps over my shoulders and down my + arms. The cool night air hit my nipples and they stood up like little + solders. I put my hands under my left breast and pushed it up until I + could get the nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it while watching his + eyes. His hand went under the sheet and I could see him stroking his + cock. I reached down and pulled the sheet off the bed and knelt at his + side. I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I + licked it and let my saliva run down the shaft. I licked the whole + shaft down to his balls, and I sucked first one, then the other into + the warm, wet cave of my mouth. I felt his hands trying to take my + shorts off, so I stood and slipped out of both the shorts and my + panties at the same time. I could feel the dampness between my legs + and it felt like my clit was poking out a foot. He reached up and took + my hands and brought me to the bed where I squatted over his face, + facing his feet. I felt his tongue on my cunt and his finger in my ass + hole. No one had ever fingered my ass before, and I started to get + excited. Each time I tried to bend over and lick his cock, he stopped + me. He pushed me forward slightly so that he could stick his tongue in + my ass. It felt like a snake running up my ass. I started to feel an + orgasm run through my body as he continued to lick and suck my ass + hole. + + Finally he stopped and made me get up. He took my arms in his + hands and guided me into the bathroom. He stopped in front of the + mirror and reached in the medicine cabinet for some K-Y jelly. He + began greasing my ass hole while I watched his face in the mirror. He + never said a word, just inserted his cock slowly up my ass. I started + to get excited as I felt the shaft rubbing inside me. Even though I + was still a virgin, it felt like I knew fucking would. I started + wiggling my ass and squeezing down on his cock. He felt as hard as + iron and he slid easily up and down. He began to pound my ass as his + climax neared, and I started spasming in orgasm. It felt like I came + for fifteen minutes, and he had to hold me up since my legs were like + rubber. As he pulled out, I felt the sticky fluid running out of my + ass and down my legs. He picked me up and carried me back to his bed + and put me down gently. He went for a bath cloth and wiped my ass and + legs with the cool material. + + I went to sleep that night with my face in his groin, and in the + morning, I woke him by sucking on his magnificent cock. Since that + time, I've moved in with him here at college, and, of course, we've + fucked and sucked every night. Even when I have my period, I suck the + cum from his cock. I may never tell anyone that Ray is my brother + instead of my husband. We'll probably have to move away since my folks + wouldn't understand. But as long as I can get his cock in my mouth, + ass, and pussy every night, it'll be worth it. + + ROBBIE AND ROBIN + + I will be a senior at the University of Georgia this fall, and + because I'm an only daughter, my parents let me take this summer (my + last) off without having to work. I've been staying with them and + simply relaxing. + + One weekend, my parents and another couple left for a four-day trip + together and the couple asked me to take care of their fourteen year + old twins. I was glad to do it since they have a big house in Dunwoody + with a private pool. I knew the twins, and I knew they wouldn't be any + trouble. What I didn't know was that they had grown up during the year + I was away at school. Robert, or Robbie as he was called, was about + six feet tall and weighed about 160 with a curly mop of blond hair that + had been sunlightened that summer. He was on the basketball team, so + he worked out with weights and was really a sexy guy, what with his + broad, tanned shoulders, narrow, flat stomach, and tight, rounded ass. + His sister was the exact opposite. Robin was only five feet two inches + tall and probably didn't weigh 90 pounds. She had freckles and she + wore her red hair in braids with a pig tale on each side. With her pug + nose and diminutive stature, she looked to be only ten years old except + for her breasts. They were the size of a half of grapefruit, and, as I + later learned, were just a firm. + + On Saturday morning I took the car to get some groceries, but I + came back in a few minutes to pick up the list that I had forgotten. + On the way back to the car, I looked out at the pool deck, because that + was where the kids were when I left. I couldn't believe what I saw! + + Robbie was lying on the patio table with a towel over his eyes and + was spread-eagled with his swim trunks pulled down to his ankles. His + cock was sticking straight up his stomach as Robin rubbed her hand up + and down his thighs. Robin was topless, and her tits really did + resemble grapefruit halves. They were completely rounded and had no + sag whatsoever, and her nipples were a bright pink rose on the white + flesh of her breasts. She picked up the suntan oil and poured some on + Robbie's chest and began to massage it up and down toward his cock. + She poured some oil on her tits and put Robbie's hand on her breast + and, with her hand behind his, pressed his hand into her tender + breasts. He began to rub it in as a bead of cum appeared on the head + of his prick. Robin leaned over and, with the nipples of her breast, + stroked his cock from head to balls, letting him feel her hardness on + his sensitive skin. He was still blindfolded by the towel, and I moved + closer to the screen door so I could hear them but not be seen. + + Robin was telling him to imagine that she was Cathy (me) and that I + was going to beat him off. She described my body in detail (although + she had never seen me nude) quite accurately and took Robbie's hands + for a tour of her own body. I opened my jeans and slipped my hand down + the front of my panties to my clit and pussy lips. I began to stroke + my way to the inevitable climax while I watched Robin masturbate every + part of Robbie's body except his cock. She poured some more oil, this + time directly on his cock, and Robbie arched up from the table. She + grasped his cock and began to rub one hand up and down his seven inch + shaft while the palm of the other hand rubbed on the head of his cock. + It was more than either Robbie or I could handle, and we came at about + the same time. He was spurting all over his chest and stomach and I + had to hold on to the curtain in order to stand up. Robin rubbed her + tits across his chest and stomach, drenching her nipples in his cum, + and then massaged it into her flesh. + + I recovered my composure before Robbie and was off to the + supermarket, although with the germ of a plan in my mind. On the way + home, I worked out my plan, and I stopped by Fredrick's of Hollywood + and purchased a wet-look black string bikini. + + When I returned, both kids were in their swim gear, although it + really didn't hide much, and I said hello and explained that I would be + out after I put the groceries away. I went to my room and stripped in + front of the full length mirror. I pulled the rubber band from my + long, blond pony tail and let my hair hang down straight. I used a + brush to get the kinks out, and the feel of the bristles against my + sensitive nipples made them erect and hard. I put the new bikini + around my waist and adjusted the bottom so that most of my ass was + showing, and then put the bra on. It was only a strap which was about + three inches wide, so it couldn't hold all of my breasts. About two + inches of the tender, white underside of my tit was exposed along with + about four inches of the tanned top of my breast. I put on high heeled + sandals and practiced prancing and strutting. + + Robbie's eyes got wide when I strutted out on to the deck, and I + knew that he could see some of my blond pussy hairs peeking out of the + skimpy bottom, and he could now see the shape of all he had been told + about while being jacked off. I kept my eyes on his crotch, and I know + that he knew it. I went into the pool to make sure that the suit had + an even wetter look and then lay down on the chaise. I carefully + adjusted the strings, ostensibly to be demure, but really to make sure + that both Robbie and Robin could see as much as possible. I asked + Robin to rub some suntan lotion on me. She began, but I said + (according to my plan) that she wasn't rubbing hard enough, and I asked + Robbie to take over. His hands were trembling as he poured oil into + his palms and began to stroke my thighs and stomach. Every time he + came near my crotch, it was all I could do to not grab his hand and rub + myself off. I took his hand and moved it to my stomach and guided it + toward my breasts. His fingers grazed the soft skin on the underside + of my tits, and I told him to make sure that he got them covered since + they hadn't been exposed to the sun before. His fingers dug into my + skin as he rubbed harder and harder, and my bra slipped up on my breast + until the red circles around my nipples were exposed. His hand brushed + my nipples and I pulled his hand under my top, letting my hard nipples + poke into his palm. I was so hot that I had to find relief, and I + pulled the crotch of my bikini bottom tight against my clit and began + to hunch the material up and down. I climaxed and could feel the + wetness dripping out of my pussy into the material of the bikini, and I + reached over and stroked Robbie's cock. + + I quickly got up and guided him to the table and pulled his trunks + down to his ankles, covering his eyes with a towel. I removed my top + and began to repeat the same words as Robin had used earlier, but now + it was a big, grown up Cathy in person. I used my hands and nipples on + his cock, but when he began to squirt his cum, I placed my mouth over + the end of his cock and drank his fluids. I suctioned as much cum as I + could get and let my mouth draw up and down his shaft. I pulled off + and walked to Robin, taking her in my arms and kissing her with my + mouth and tongue. Since I hadn't swallowed all the delicious sperm, my + tongue transferred some to her waiting mouth. + + I walked Robin to the table and took off her suit and removed my + bottom. Sitting on the table, I pulled Robin next to me and told her + to instruct Robbie in pleasing me. Without hesitation she instructed + Robbie to lick my cunt and clit, and she used her own hand to spread my + lips to give him access. She leaned over and began to suck and lick my + nipples until I went over the edge for the third time that day. + + The only one still to cum was Robin, and I instructed Robbie to eat + his sister just as he had done to me. Her freckled face contorted and + she began pinching her own nipples as she felt his tongue for the first + time. When she finally came, her body went into spasms that lasted for + at least a minute and came in waves so that she was in continuous + climax for what seemed to be five minutes. + + I instructed the kids that we should be nude or provocatively + dressed for the rest of the weekend, and that we would masturbate and + eat each other as often as we desired. Later that night, I shaved each + of our pubes, making both Robbie and Robin look like they were only ten + or eleven years old, and exposing my lips and clit for each of them to + see. I fucked Robbie that night, and the next day I took him up my ass + (only after a liberal dose of K-Y jelly), the first and only time I + have done that. Since Robin was licking my clit while he was fucking + my ass, I got off even through the pain. I might try it again if the + circumstances were right, but only if the guy's cock was thin enough + that it wouldn't kill me. Robin learned how to suck cock, starting + from the time Robbie had just cum, through the flacid, quiet state, + until he was again aroused and hard. She couldn't quite take all of + it, and she was disappointed that he didn't have any cum for her to + taste. I told her to wait, that she would have plenty of chance later. + + I've gotten together with the kids a couple of times since then, + but it hasn't been as exciting as that first, teasing time when I + fucked both brother and sister. Guess I'll have to find some twins at + school this fall. + + PLEASE SAY UNCLE + + My wife's seventeen-year-old niece, Sue, was staying with us this + summer. It was a pleasure to watch her walk around the house and pool, + because she was really built and liked to wear tight-fitting halters on + her 36-C breasts and short shorts that molded to her 35 inch ass. Her + bikini suits were as skimpy as my wife would allow, and I could often + see blond cunt hairs poking out from the legs of her pants. Her + clothes looked as if they were molded to her body, nicely outlining her + tits and cunt. + + An illness in out family caused my wife to leave town for a week or + so, but sine I'm in my mid-forties, I had no designs on Sue. We swam, + dined out, and in general had a good time, until one night when there + was a tremendous thunderstorm. + + I have always slept nude and continued to do so, even though Sue + and I were alone in the house in different rooms. This particular + night the thunder crashed, and the lightning crackled. While I was + half asleep, I sensed that Sue had come into my bedroom and heard her + ask, "Uncle Dick, can I get into bed with you? I'm scared to death!" + + Groggily, I turned and told her to get in. She did, snuggling up + to my bare back with her arms thrown over my bare chest. I could feel + those luscious tits pressing against my back, and she murmured, "You + haven't got any pajamas on, your skin feels so warm and nice." Still + half asleep, I said that I always slept in the nude. With that, I + dropped off to sleep again. But during the next hour or so, I somehow + turned over and my hand cupped one of her full globes. I didn't + realize that it wasn't my wife, especially since Sue had on the same + kind of shortie nighty my wife wears, so when I dropped my hand down to + the bottom of the gown and lifted it, I still didn't realize that the + bare tit I was fondling wasn't my wife's. + + I began to get hard and with my free hand I felt for the pussy I + was so familiar with, touching the velvety lips and the hidden clit. + Automatically, the legs opened a little and I could feel the warm slit + become moist and then slippery as my finger worked in and around it. + Still half awake, I took my now hard cock and, sliding it between the + cheeks of her ass, nudged the head into the warm, wet opening of her + cunt, working it around to get the head wet with her juices. Bit by + bit, I worked it into her hole. + + Sleepily and slowly, I began to fuck, not noticing that there was + some kind of obstruction at each stroke. Instead, I increased the + pressure each time, until finally I felt my prick bury itself all the + way. All of a sudden, Sue woke up and sat up, crying out, "Oh, that + hurts!" With a start, I came fully awake, realizing that I had eight + inches buried in my little niece's cunt and that the resistance I had + felt was no doubt her maidenhead. Quickly, I pulled my rod out of her + and began to apologize all over the place, trying to make her + understand that I thought I'd been fucking my wife. After listening to + my pleas, Sue turned to me with a wry smile and said, "Well, it's been + done now, and, truthfully, I've wanted to do it to see what it was + like. So, now that I'm already deflowered, would you mind putting that + thing of yours back in all the way so that I know all about it?" + + I told her that I couldn't, but she slipped her gown over her head, + reached down, took hold of my still hard prick, and maneuvered herself + around so that her leg was up over my hip. Then she slipped my cock + into the entrance of her open pussy and hunched her hips so I slid + about in inch into and out of her cunt. This was too much for me, and + I rolled on top of her and sank my full length into her eager snatch. + "Oh golly, Uncle Dick," she whispered, "that still hurts, but it feels + so good I don't want you to stop what you're doing." + + That tight, virginal cunt was clutching my prick on every stroke, + and I could tell by her quivering body that she was getting close to + cumming. In just a few minutes, she started moaning, "Oh God, I'm + cumming now. Oh boy, oh boy!" With that, I couldn't hold back any + longer and started spurting hot cum into her buttery little pussy. + When my dick quit throbbing, we lay quietly for a couple of minutes, + getting our breath back. Then I pulled free, got up, and went into the + bathroom for a towel. Wiping off her tender slit and my cock, I + couldn't help but notice that our juices were tinted pink with her + blood. + + She said, "Oh God, I'm sore. Please kiss it and make it well." + Very gently, I knelt down and kissed her furry blonde patch and then, + with my tongue, licked the pink lips. I wasn't trying to excite her, + but to relax her, but it had the opposite effect. She pulled my face + tight against her, spreading her legs wide so that I could tongue her + cunt and budding clit. Moments later she pulled on my head, dragging + me on top of her again. "I want to watch your cock fucking me," she + said as she rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy. I took + her legs and put them over my shoulders, bending her into a curve with + only her shoulders on the bed. I drew back, and with all the strength + I could muster, drove the entire length of my cock into her body. my + balls banging into her ass as our pubic bones met and crushed her clit + between. Looking between our legs, my cock looked like a steel rod, + coated with oil, as it pistoned into her pussy. Her body quivered and + shook with three orgasms before I finally came, shooting my cum deep + into her pussy. Thank God for vasectomies! + + My niece finally went home a few days later, and to say that I miss + her is an understatement. I think I taught her quite a bit, though, + and I know she taught me a lot. Maybe she'll come back to visit us + again. + BROTHER FUCKER + + Last May, John, Frank, and I went to North Carolina to open our + cottage for the summer. John is my half-brother and Frank is my + younger brother, but we opened more than the cottage. + + It was a long drive, and we spent the rest of the afternoon + sweeping and cleaning and unboarding the windows. By suppertime I was + covered with dirt and cobwebs, so I told the boys that I was going down + to the lake for a swim, to clean off while they made supper. + + The lake was about 500 feet from the house, and the late afternoon + sun on the beach had warmed everything and made it all look golden. I + looked back and saw that the house was obscured by the screen of trees. + Feeling daring and "at one with nature," I decided to skinny-dip. No + other cottagers would be here this early in the season, anyway, I + thought. + + I shed my clothes and stood poised for a minute on the edge of the + water, holding my bar of soap. The cold water lapped at my toes and + sent a tingling through my body. The sun felt warm, but at the same + time a breeze was blowing up from the lake. I imagined myself as a + beautiful, bronzed princess of centuries ago. Being naked out in the + open like this excited me. My nipples stiffened and reddened, and I + reached up and pinched one firm bud between my fingers, pulling it into + an even longer size, and starting a familiar throbbing between my legs. + + I slowly walked out into the water and proceeded in deeper until my + pussy tingled in anticipation of being enveloped in the cold, clean + water. Finally, I was in deep enough that the waves were lapping + between my legs, the unique sensation making my breasts swell even + more. Looking out over the lake, I began to soap up my body, neck, + arms, shoulders, breasts and stomach, then reached down to my passion + passage and slowly began massaging, pressing my soapy fingers deep + inside the folds of my pussy. It excited me intensely to be out in the + open doing this. I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit up and down, + faster and faster. + + Suddenly I heard a few splashes behind me, and out of the corner of + my eye I could see John, naked, entering the water. Our folks had been + married a few years, and John and I had experimented once or twice, but + we had never gotten beyond mutual masturbation although I had kissed + his beautiful cock once as it stood throbbing in the streetlight as we + played with ourselves in the car after a movie. + + Then I felt two arms around me, and John began to massage my + slippery tits, his hands sliding easily over the soapy surface, making + my nipples pop up and down through the gaps in his fingers. I rubbed + faster and faster, and he twisted my nipples gently and pressed his + hands harder against my breasts. As he leaned closer, I could feel his + beautiful long erect penis riding up the crack in my ass, and his + swollen balls against my buttocks. The contrast of his warm body with + the cool water excited me even more, and I rubbed even faster, ordering + him to pinch my nipples harder. I felt the waves of an orgasm coming, + and my breathing changed. "Pinch me harder! Pull them!" I gasped as + John held me tightly and stuck his warm, wet tongue in my ear. I + trembled and came in a rush as his fingers crushed my throbbing nipples + and squeezed my swelling tits. My hand stopped, and I slowly turned to + him. He smiled at me, took my hand, and led me out of the water. + + John then spread out a towel on the sand and lay down on his back, + with his enormous, blood-engorged organ sticking up at a forty-five + degree angle to his belly. I stood over him with one foot on each side + of his body and spread my cunt lips with my fingers, pulling the skin + back so he could see my pink, throbbing clit peeking out from the + folds. I squatted down and let my cunt rub up and down on his cock, + pressing it into his body, and feeling the rock-hard shaft invading my + tender pussy lips. Leaning forward, I reached between my legs and + grasped his prick. Holding it erect, I sank slowly down his shaft, + feeling the head spreading my vagina as it sank slowly in until it + bottomed on my cervix. I wriggled and twisted my body, dragging his + cock around as my hips circled. His eyes opened wider as he felt my + inside muscles alternately tense and relax so that my vagina throbbed + and pulled on his penis as I leaned over and brushed my tongue over his + lips. I let my fingernails trail over his muscular chest as I shot my + tongue into his lips and let it dance with his. He began to thrust his + hips up toward mine, and I began to rock against him. Our tongues + lashed rhythmically at each other as John suddenly grabbed my hips and + began pushing them up and down forcefully. I straightened up and + gasped. I could feel his cock sliding back and forth inside me, his + hardness trying to reach my chest. I closed my eyes, put my hands on + his chest, and let him twist my body sideways and wp and down while I + was impaled on his long, luscious organ. I pinched his nipples with my + fingers as I came and shuddered and threw my head back in ecstasy. + + As my eyes opened, right in front of me stood Frank! I saw John + open his eyes and look up. A couple of feet above his head and a few + inches from my face were two enormous purple balls and a swollen, + fifteen-year-old cock with a bead of cum slowly sliding down the head. + John grinned at Frank and shut his eyes again, pushing my hips back and + forth even more frantically. I was about to cum again, I could feel it + welling up in my cunt and clit. I grabbed Frank around the ass and put + my mouth around his beautiful organ. I had never had a cock in my + mouth. The time with John, all I did was kiss the head with my lips + closed, and lick the shaft once or twice as his hand jacked + spasmodically up and down. Frank grabbed my hair and began thrusting + deep into my mouth, causing me to choke as the head hit the back of my + throat. I pulled back to catch my breath, and the bead of cum ran in a + sticky line from my lips to his cock, catching the fading sunlight in a + rainbow of colors. I put my hands on his hips to control his movements + as I moved my head and hips in time with John's thrusts and flicked my + tongue lovingly up and down the cock in my mouth, tasting even more + cum. I could hear John's cock squishing in the wetness of my pussy as + I slurped Frank in and out of my mouth, letting my saliva coat his + shaft with wetness. Soon Frank's buttocks tightened and he thrust + harder at my face. He began to tremble, and I knew he was about to + fill my mouth with cum. The taste so far hadn't been bad, and I was + excited at the thought of giving pleasure to my younger brother and my + older step-brother, so I tightened my inner muscles and buttocks as I + began to suck as hard as I could manage. + + Suddenly, John gave a tremendous lunge, and I felt his hot juices + shoot up into my cunt and his rod throb in the tight grip of my pussy. + I trembled more and whimpered as Frank fucked my face, bursting with + shot after shot of cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, but he came + faster than I could take it and some of the pasty liquid oozed from my + lips and down my chin as I came frantically, sucking his cock while + squeezing my vagina, trying to draw out the last drops of John's love + juice. I came for what seemed like days as both brothers remained + hard. I felt like I was totally impaled on an iron shaft running from + my mouth to my pussy. The thought of fucking my brothers, giving such + pleasure, caused waves of pleasure to wrack my body as I came and came + again. + + Finally, I stopped and swallowed what was left of Frank's cum. + Looking down, I could see rivulets of John's cum dripping out of my + cunt and down my thighs. Since Frank had given me my first taste of + cum, I leaned down and took John's still hard cock in my mouth, tasting + the combination of our juices on the shaft. His taste, combined with + mine, was even sweeter, and I let him see my tongue as I licked the + droplets from his pubic hairs. + + No one spoke about what we had done, then or since. I had never + made love to two men at once before, and I probably never will again. + It was a once in a lifetime experience, but I often wonder how it would + feel to take on three guys at once, one in my cunt, one in my mouth, + and one in my ass. Maybe when I get to college next year... + + PRINCE AND HIS PRINCESS + + I was born and raised on a farm just south of Atlanta. Our + farmhouse is one of the old style homes with a porch running around + three sides of the first floor. I used to climb out on the porch roof + and run around to the old apple tree on the side of the house when I + wanted to get out without my parents seeing me. One night when I was + sneaking out to go with some friends I passed by my younger sister's + window and noticed that her shade wasn't pulled all the way down. + Leaning down, I looked into her room to see her in front of her full + length mirror dressed only in bra and panties. Apparently she was + admiring her budding fourteen year old body since she twisted and + turned, watching her reflection. She turned sideways and sucked in her + breath, forcing her chest outward and her flat stomach even flatter. + Her hands went to her breasts and she lifted them higher, watching the + white flesh bulging out of the top of the cups. I decided that my + friends would have to do without me that night, and I sat on the porch + roof and watched her reach behind to unsnap her bra, letting the cups + slide down her arms and onto the floor. + + Her nipples were as big around as a silver dollar and the whole + nipple stood out from her firm breast, but there was no evidence of the + hard, pointed nipple like my girl friend has. She cupped her breasts + and lifted and massaged them, watching all the time in the mirror. Her + fingers pinched at the nipple flesh, rubbing and caressing the exciting + redness. Rolling her panties off her legs, she opened the soft petals + of her pussy with her fingers, watching the pink flesh appear through + the soft brown down of her cunt hairs. She licked her finger and + rubbed her clit, twisting it and poking as she watched with + fascination, her juices starting to run down her soft, shapely thighs. + Suddenly her hand started moving faster and faster, and I pulled my + cock out and started rubbing along with her. As my cum spurted from my + prick in long streams of sticky, hot fluid, she shuddered and came, her + body jerking in response to the pleasure. From that night on, whenever + she went to her bedroom, I would climb out on the roof and try to watch + her. Fortunately for my schoolwork, she usually closed her shade so I + could go back to my homework, but occasionally she left an inch or two + uncovered and I could watch her undress and play with her body. + + One night when my folks went to Atlanta to a party, she took my Lab + upstairs when she went to bed. I was kind of ticked off anyway since I + had to stay home on Friday to babysit, so I pouted in the den watching + television. Then I remembered! I raced upstairs and out onto the + roof. I could see from the light on the roof that the shade was + partially open so I crept up to the window. Kathy was on her back on + the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide as Prince licked her + cunt, his long pink tongue painting her entire pussy with each stroke. + I could hear the slushing sounds as his saliva mixed with her pussy + juices, the overflow dripping off her ass onto the floor. Her fingers + were busy caressing her tits, pulling and squeezing the prominent + nipple flesh as her body convulsed in orgasm. Excited by the taste and + aroma of her juices, Prince's cock was poking pinkly from his black + crotch, and he tried to mount her, but she resisted, sitting up and + stroking his head. She got off the bed and sat at his side. She + coated her tits with peanut butter and brought Prince's mouth to her + tits. His tongue flicked out and licked the sticky substance from her + body while she jacked him off with her hand. She dipped her hand into + the jar and coated her cunt with the brown butter, drawing Prince's + head to her crotch as she lay face up below him, her dainty hand still + jacking his prick. As the ball rose in the dog's prick, Kathy started + to twist and squirm from the pleasure of his cunt licking. Long + streams of cum shot from his cock and coated her chest and stomach as + she hunched her pussy into the air, groaning with the pleasure as the + second wave of orgasm wracked her young body. Watching her getting it + on with my dog caused me to cum twice also, but I was still hard when + she turned off the lights and got into bed, Prince sleeping on the rug + by her bed. + + I waited for her to have plenty of time to get to sleep and then + turned off all the lights in the house. I carefully opened her door + and crept into her room on hands and knees. Prince's tail started + wagging and hitting the floor, so I had to quiet him by stroking his + massive black head. I crept closer to the bed and listened to the even + sounds of her sleep as I touched her arm gently to make sure she was + sound asleep. I raised the cover and sheet, putting my head under with + my small flashlight in my mouth. Her pajamas had small buttons down + the front, with snaps on the front of her bottoms. Her breasts poked + the front of her pjs into twin peaks of beautiful roundness as I + carefully undid three buttons, exposing an inch of tender flesh to her + navel. Gently, I pulled the top back to each side, completely exposing + her small but magnificent breasts. Her beautiful, large nipples looked + as if they were begging to be sucked, and it was all I could do to + restrain myself. I licked one finger and rubbed the moistness into her + sensitive flesh, making one nipple gleam in the flash light. + + She twisted in her sleep, her legs spreading slightly so that I + could see a few tufts of light brown hair through the loose legs of her + panties. I took my cock out and began stroking as I carefully pulled + her pants leg to one side, exposing her entire slit. Downy light brown + hair was only starting to cover her cunt, so her pink pussy lips shone + in my flashlight, and I could smell her erotic aroma. My hand beat + faster and faster, drawing the third blast of cum that night. As I + rubbed the sticky white cum into my skin, I felt Prince's tongue + licking my fingers and the knob of my cock! The unexpected warmth and + wetness was fantastic, and I started cumming even again as his tongue + licked the entire length of my shaft. + + Completely sated, I suddenly realized what I was doing. If Kathy + awakened or if my folks came home, I was dead. Gently I slipped out of + the covers and crept to the hallway, with Prince following behind. + Softly closing her door, I ran to the kitchen and got the jar of jelly + and took Prince to my room. I coated my cock and balls with grape + sweetness and let Prince lick and suck the purple passion from my + shaft. Once I was soaking wet from his saliva, I spread jelly on my + crotch, from my balls to my ass hole and let him lick it while I + masturbated. The sensation of his tongue on my ass hole and balls was + more than I could stand, and I forced his head over my cock as I + started to spurt once again. The warm wetness of his mouth was + wonderful as I came for the fourth time that night. And I had been mad + because I wasn't going to be able to have any fun! + + That afternoon, my mother told me I was going to have to babysit + again that evening because my father was in the working on a "big deal" + and they had to go to Atlanta again to meet with his prospective + partners. I had to argue and sulk or she would immediately get + suspicious, but secretly I was excited at the prospect of repeating my + erotic encounter of the night before. Mentally and secretly I urged + Kathy to go upstairs and get ready for bed. She was lying on the floor + in front of the TV with her calves in the air. From my position, I + could see the crotch of her white cotton panties under her short skirt + and just the hint of the thrust of her breast pushing out the front of + her sweater. + + At 9:00 she reached up and turned the TV off, rolling onto her side + and spreading her legs so that her skirt bunched up at her waist, + completely exposing her crotch. "I enjoyed what you did last night," + she said. "After you left, I rubbed myself off two more times. But + you've seen me and I haven't seen you. I want to see you and touch + your thing while you touch me again." She got up and told me to wait, + leaving the room and walking to the stairs. + + I started rubbing my prick through my jeans and I could feel it + growing down my left leg, the shaft squeezing through the tight, blue + material. I heard Kathy walking down the stairs and she appeared + before me in her pajamas, the same ones that she had had on the + previous night. "Take off your shirt," she said, and I complied. + "Don't touch me," she warned as her fingers explored my chest and + shoulders. Her fingers went to my nipples and she rubbed and prodded + them, asking, "Are they as sensitive as mine?" As I nodded "yes" she + pinched one between her fingers saying, "Sometimes I like to pinch mine + hard. It makes my pussy tingle and start to get wet." I felt the + sharp pain radiate to my cock, and it grew even more. + + "Oooh, did I hurt you? Let me kiss it and make it well." Her + mouth descended to my nipple and I felt her warm lips engulf the hard + skin and her tongue licking its tender surface. "Does that feel good? + I like it when Prince licks mine," she said as she stepped back and + began to unbutton her pajama top. Holding the front together she + asked, "Do you think my breasts are funny looking? All the other girls + have hard, pointed nipples and mine are just one rounded shape. Mine + are larger than theirs and all of my nipple pokes out, not just the + tip." I assured her that her breasts were exciting and beautiful. I + told her that I wanted to kiss hers just like she kissed mine. + + She took her top off and cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching + her nipples between her finger and thumb, pulling the tender flesh out + from her body. I reached for her breasts and began to stroke the soft + mounds of white teenage flesh. At fourteen, her breasts were still + growing and there was no sag. They were shaped like melon halves, and + were nearly as firm. She put her hands on top of mine and crushed her + breasts with my palms, rubbing the firmness up and down as my calloused + skin drug her tits along. "Suck them," she commanded as her hands + forced my head to her chest. I opened my mouth and took her entire + tit, licking the nipple as I sucked her breast. I could feel the ridge + of her nipple against my tongue as my saliva bathed the soft whiteness, + making it slippery and shiny. + + "I want you to bite them," she said, pulling her tit from my + sucking mouth. I took her nipple between my front teeth and nibbled + softly, pulling at her tenderness gently. "Harder!" she commanded + through clenched teeth, and I increased the pressure on the sensitive + skin at the base of her nipple. She grabbed my head and twisted and + pulled it, causing my teeth to drag and pull on her nipple as she + moaned, "Enough! I can't take any more. Kiss it and make it well." + + I opened my mouth and began to lick and gently suck the blood back + into her tortured flesh as her hands started to unbuckle my belt and + unzip my jeans. Stepping back, she told me to take my pants off. I + shoved my jeans down and took off my shoes and socks. As I stood, my + cock poked toward her like a flag pole, its surface red and shiny. Her + small hand reached out and touched just the head of my cock as she + giggled, "It looks like a mushroom." Her soft hand stroked its entire + length and played with my balls. "They're funny," she said as her + fingers tested the contents of my bag. A small bead of cum appeared in + the slit and gleamed as her finger smeared it all over my knob. She + put the finger in her mouth, tasting my cum. "Its kind of salty," she + said, "but I think I like the taste." Putting both hands on my shaft, + she inquired, "Can I make it squirt? If I keep rubbing you, will it + cum?" I nodded "yes" as her soft white hands jerked my bone hard cock, + making my sperm rise out of my balls and shoot pearls of whiteness onto + her stomach and hands. Rubbing my cock on her belly, she looked at me + and asked, "Can I kiss it?" She leaned down and let her tongue flick + pinkly out at my cock, caressing the head with its warmth. God, this + was much better than Prince! + + Leaning back, she looked at me and asked if I liked having her lick + my cock. Nodding "yes", she stood and asked if I would lick her also. + As I reached for her, she quickly unsnapped the front of her pajama + bottoms and let them drop to the floor, reaching down and spreading her + pussy lips. "I want you to lick me," she said, spreading her legs and + fingering her clit. I knelt at her feet and touched her clit with my + tongue. Her aroma was overpowering, and I really didn't mind the taste + of her pussy as my cock continued to revive. + + "That's it. Lick my button. Suck it into your lips and work it + with your tongue," she whispered as I continued to lick and tongue her + cunt. I ran my tongue down her crack to her vagina, letting my tongue + snake wetly up her pussy as she moaned softly, "Oooooh yes! Stick your + tongue inside me. Suck up my juices." I felt a furry head pushing + against mine and another, larger tongue sloshing inside her cunt. + Prince had come into the room and was trying to get his mouth on her + pussy. Her body shuddered and twisted as she climaxed, her sweet pussy + juices flowing into my mouth. Her legs gave way and she collapsed on + the couch, her ass hanging over the side, and Prince and I competed for + her pussy. + + "Let me lick yours while Prince licks me," she offered. I climbed + up and put my cock at her mouth, watching the dog continue to lick her. + She moaned again and came in waves of pleasure while her tongue and + lips continued to caress my bone-hard prick. + + Suddenly, Prince reared up and put his front paws on each side of + her body and drove his slim prick into her soaking pussy. She tried to + scramble away, but he had her impaled on his pink cock, hunching up and + down rapidly. "Oh God! I can feel the ball inside me. It's rubbing + up and down," she said as the dog continued fucking her, faster and + faster. Finally, Prince jerked quickly as his spunk shot up into her + virginal cunt, filling her pussy with his sperm. As he came, I started + cumming in her mouth and she let my cock drip its whiteness on her face + as Prince started licking my knob. + + Later that same evening, Kathy sat on my cock and let Prince shove + his prick into her ass hole. But that's another story. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/byeprsnt.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/byeprsnt.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ec0ee778 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/byeprsnt.txt @@ -0,0 +1,273 @@ + +It was on of those cold, dark nights. My girlfriend Sherri came to my place and +said she had something important to tell me. I was very curious about this - I +thought that she wanted to tell that "this is it" - I thought she wanted to +tell me that it is over. + +Well, she took me by the hand to my room, and sat me by her side, on the bed. +She started and said - "Before I start, I want to tell you that I love you very +much, and I'm very sad about this.". Now I was VERY curious, and even afraid, +but she continued and said - "I got a job in England, so I'll have to move +there. I tried to convince my boss to give this job to someone else, but all he +said was that no one could replace me, so I'll be living there for some time." +Now it seemed that my profit came true, and all I wanted to do was to cry. + +Then she came closer to me, hugged me and said "But before I'll go, I want to +give you a special present - I want to give you myself..." All I could do was +nodding with my head. She put on the cassette-player a tape she brought. It +was a kind of music I didn't know - something, well, strange. She started to +strip with the sounds- she was soooo sexy, and all I wanted to do then was to +screw her 'till next year, so I got up and moved close to her, but she pushed +herself away and said that I should have some patience until she'll finish her +"show". + +After a minute or so (which seemed to last for an hour or so...), she came over +and pressed her breasts to me - her breasts are almost 36-B sized, with great +mild-colored nipples. All I did was caressing her back, moving my hand down a +little every time my hand made a movement. Soon I've got to her wonderful +behind, and caressed her behind gently. Then I've started to open her ass apart +with my fingers. I've started circling her ring with my fingers. Then she +pushed herself away from me and said that I should be undressed too. She +started to undress me, while smearing her breasts all over my face and body. +When she got to my pants, she saw the bulge I had there and said "well, we must +make some room to this one". With this, she open my zipper and pulled my pants +down. She then took my underwears off, letting my member go free - it just +stood there, in its full 8-inches. She then murmured and said - "I have to +taste this huge cock". She started to suck my organ with great movements of her +mouth and tongue. She just suck it and suck it, until I could take no more - I +let out a low moan, and sprayed what seemed an ounce of come. She swallowed all +what I had to give - and more - she started milking my cock for every bit of +sperm in it. + +I then grabbed her and gave her a hot-passionate kiss. I laid her on the bed +and started kissing every inch of her great body. When I got to her tits, I +started circling with my tongue her left nipples. Her nipples were half-hard by +now, and I felt them growing in my mouth into full-hardened. I continued my +journey towards her belly, caressing it with my wet tongue. I then reached her +pubic hair, and started wetting the hair with my tongue. I spread her legs +apart, taking a view of her pink pussy. I started lightly-brushing her +outer-lips with my tongue, with a motion of flying-like. The last action made +her clutching her legs and pushing them towards my mouth. I then stung her +clitoris with my tongue - a very quick and slight touch on the clit. This made +her jump - she was "surprised" by this. I continued to "sting" her clit with +the sharp end of my tongue. After a very short while, she started moaning and +pushing her pussy against my head, while pressing my head into her. She was now +wet and ready for the real deeds. In a very quick move I stopped licking her +clit, got up, and got my cock into her - in the minute my cock entered her, +she came with a shuddering orgasm. + +I gave her some seconds to rest, and started pumping my member into her. She +made her hips' movements compatible with mine. After a while, I started to feel +the orgasm building. When I came - she came with me, shuddering and moaning. + +We rested for a while, caressing each other's body. She then said, she wanted +me to take her from behind. She also said, that since no one had entered her +from behind, it will be her going-away present. I got up and got some vaseline +from the cupboard in the bathroom. I laid on her belly, and started to spread +her ass with my fingers and tongue. At first, her ass-muscles were like a +stone, but after some work with my tongue and fingers, it just relaxed, and +even started "sucking" my tongue every time I tried to "enter" her. I then put +a great amount of vaseline on my finger, and spread it on the whole area. I +started inserting a finger into her, bit by bit, and after inserting the whole +finger, I asked her if she was ready. She said "Yes. Please do it to me." I +spread her ass, and put my cock on her ass. I slowly started to enter her +ass. When reaching the muscle-ring, it clinched, but then it relaxed. I started +pushing my cock into the anal ring, very slowly and very softly. She started to +moan, so I asked her if it was hurting her. She answered "Please... Don't +stop". + +By then, I was almost fully inside her. After inserting my cock into her, I +rested it in her. After a while, I started pumping slowly, increasing my tempo +slowly. She was then shivering, crying with pain and moaning with pleasure. I +took my clean hand and started caressing her pussy, paying special attention to +the hard clit. She then started to moan loudly, and then - collapsed. I +continued to pump, and came in her, moaning. + +We lied down on the bed, holding and caressing each other. We went to sleep, +and after an hour or so, we got up, kissing and hugging each other. Sherri +started to jerk me off, moving her hand up and down my cock. I caressed her +behind, and moved to her tits. I started fondling her, while pinching her +nipples and pulling them. I then continued to her thighs, circling her inner +thighs with my fingers. I then caressed her outer vagina lips, touching her +clit from time to time. I licked my fingers, and inserted three fingers into +her, while tombing her clitoris. I started finger-fucking her love nest, a +motion which she responded by a low moan. I was building my own orgasm by then, +and when I was very close to coming, she stopped, put her fingers on the base +of my cock, holding it, and pressing it hardly, saying "Don't come. Not yet." +I thought I'm going crazy - I want to come, and I'm not allowed to... +She then took her hand off my cock, and mounted her self on it. She was tight +and wet, and her pussy was hot as hell. She started going up and down on my +shaft, while moving herself to the sides. We both started to come, and her +pussy was getting tighter and tighter. When I came, her pussy continued to milk +my cock, taking all of what I was worth. + +We then got up, and went to the shower. I started to rub the soap's foam all +over her body. When I got to her pussy, I started to rub it hard on her +clitoris. After a short while of massive work on her, she started shivering, +and came shouting. She almost collapsed after her orgasm, so I had to hold her +so she won't fall. + +We got out of the shower, got dressed, and kissed. She told me that she had to +go now, but promised that she'll be back in about nine o'clock. + +It was five minutes to nine. I thought I could not hold my self anymore - +my body and my sole was waiting inpatiently to her. Exactly at nine, Sherri +knocked on the door. I had a hard-on which could not be described. When I +opened the door, I saw Sherri with a friend of her, Carol. I was surprised, +because I hoped to have some more fucking-sessions with Sherri. +I asked the girls to enter, and prepared them some drinks. I had to go to the +kitchen, to get some ice. When I was in the kitchen, I heard some giggling and +laughing. When I returned, I found both girls naked, kissing and fondling each +other. Since I didn't want to be a wet blanket, I joined them on the sofa. I +licked my fingers and wanted to inserted them into Carol's pussy, but found out +that Sherri was ahead of me - her hand was in Carol's place when I got to +there... I started massaging Sherri's tits, pulling her nipples. Carol was +starting now to come. Sherri stopped her doings, and ordered me to fuck her. I +opened my zipper, letting my bird go free. I got on Carol, and pumped her fast +and rythmicly. Carol was starting to rock - really rock - she came shouting and +crying and moaning. It was soon after her when I came. After I stopped the +pumping-motion and "got out" of Carol, Sherri started to lick Carol's juices, +which were mixed-up with mine. Carol started to murmur. Sherri continued her +tongue's work to Carol's clitoris. Carol was starting to climax again - and now +shouting even louder than the last time. + +Sherri suggested that we got up to the bedroom, a suggestion which we all +agreed. We got up on the king-sized bed, and started caressing each other. I +said I want them to suck me - both of them simultaneously. They giggled and +started to suck my cock together. When Sherri was sucking the cock, Carol was +licking the cock's-base and my balls. They then changed positions, and Carol +was now sucking my cock. I started spraying a huge amount of sperm all over +Carol's and Sherri's faces. They started to kiss and lick each-other's faces, +cleaning each-other's faces from the thick fluid. + +Sherri then stated, that it was her turn to be fucked. I started fucking her +doggie-style, while Carol lied under her, licking her pussy. Sherri was licking +Carol's pussy at the other side. I pumped Sherri as hard as I could, and found +out that Carol's was licking my cock also. Sherri began to moan, and so did +Carol. In a short time, Sherri was climaxing, and Carol was starting to. I was +on my way to heaven by now - I was coming, spurting my juices into Sherri's +hot and wet pussy. When I have taken my cock out, Carol quickly buried her +face in Sherri's cunt. She licked Sherri's juices, and my sperm. + +Then there was a knock on the outer door. I thought not to answer, but the +girls said that it might be an important thing. I've dressed myself with a +robe, and got down to the entrance. When I opened the door, I saw two +great-looking girls standing there, giggling. They entered the house before I +got a chance to say a word. They took off my robe, and stripped. Sherri and +Carol got down by now, and said hello to their friends. I thought I've died an +gone to heaven - I was standing there naked, between four sexy ladies. I +noticed that the new girls were cunt-shaved. It seems that Sherri saw this at +the first time, and asked them why did they shave it. They answered that they +fuck better, and enjoy more. Sherri asked me to do this to her, and so did +Carol. We went to the bathroom, and I took my shaving tools. I sat Sherri on +the edge of the bath, putting foam on her pussy. The other girls was playing +with each other, and fondling Sherri's tits. I started to take Sherri's pubic +hair, and cleaned all of it, except from a light band from her pussy up to her +belly. It was now Carol's turn, so she sat on the edge of the bath, and the +other girls were now taking care of Sherri. I started on Carol's pussy, and +after a very short while I've heard Sherri crying out so loud I've never heard +a woman before. I left the same hair-band on Carol's pussy, and flushed the +rest of the hair from Carol's and Sherri's pussy while using the bath's pipe. +The flow of water made the girls crazy. They started caressing themselves, with +a fuzzy motion. They've started, almost simultaneously, crying out when they +climaxed. + +We got back to the bedroom, and laid on the bed. The new girls introduced +themselves, as Karen and Jessica. Jessica was like Jessica in "Who framed Roger +Rabbit" - she had huge breasts, with big nipples. Karen had big tits also,but +not as big as Jessica's. Jessica came to me, pressing her tits to my body. She +started moving herself over my body, while Karen mounted my member. She started +humping and pumping it, as fast as she could. I joined her in her moves, and +pressed my pelvis towards her. Jessica now sat on my face, and I started +licking her pussy. The other girls laid together, in a locked 69 position. +Karen and Jessica was now starting their way to orgasms. Karen humped faster +and faster, moaning with pleasure. Jessica was also moaning, pressing herself +harder down on my face. I started to build my own orgasm by then. I was +starting to spray my sperm, when Karen started to contract her cunt muscles, +milking my cock. My face and hair were now wet from Jessica's love-juices, and +Jessica was now resting from the orgasm, while pressing her huge breasts +together. Karen unmounted me now, and changed places with Jessica. Jessica was +now humping my cock hard and fast. I licked Karen's pussy with quick, sharp +licks. This drove Karen crazy, and she came very quickly, moaning and gasping. +Jessica was now also close to coming, and drove herself harder and harder, +faster and faster, until she came in a violent orgasm. + +I then recalled that we had two more companions in the room. Carol and Sherri +was now licking each other fast, moaning and pushing their pelvises towards +each other's faces. Suddenly, Sherri moaned hardly and just passed out. Carol +was quite disappointed with the fact that she was stopped to be licked. Jessica +spread Carol's legs and licked her. Carol was rebuilding her orgasm, and in no +time she was trembling from the sensation of coming. + +We all rested on the bed, and Sherri was regaining her strength. She tried to +regain my hard-on, but I said that I have no more power to turn the damn thing +on... She was quite disappointed, but then suggested that all of the girls will +stay to sleep, so we could continue our sessions in the next morning. Since it +was a saturday, we quickly agreed. We arranged some camping-bags and blankets on +the living-room's floor. Me and Sherri slept in my bedroom. + +We got up at about 8 am. Sherri was the first to get up and made some breakfast +and coffee for everybody. Carol, Karen and Jessica were wakened up by soft +smooth kisses on their inner thighs, kisses which I kissed. They got up with +smiling faces. It was quite obvious that they had some fun during the night, +without the interceptance of a man. + +After eating our meals, we decided to take a bath together. I filled the big +bath with hot water and bath-foam, and started undressing the girls. Each girl +was stripped while my mouth and tongue caressing every inch of their skins. I +undressed and got to the bath, and found out that the girls were busy finger +fucking each other, and massaging each other's tits. I grabbed Sherri and laid +her opposite the bath wall. She was standing with her ass hanging in the air. I +penetrated her from behind, while the other girls caressed her clit and pussy. +Her anal ring was now moist, and it wasn't as hard as it was the first time. +Sherri said that she is enjoying it more than yesterday's session. I was close +to coming, and so did she. I sprayed an ounce or so in her anal pipe, moaning +with pleasure. After I finished coming in her, it was her turn. Her anal ring +started to milk my cock, and it felt like a rubber band being tied on it. + +The other girls were getting hot themselves, and Carol pleaded me to fuck her +from behind too. I leaned her to the wall, and penetrated her behind smoothly. +I began pumping her ass slowly, but increased the tempo in no time. Carol was +shouting with excitement, and was shivering as well. She started to climax, +milking my cock hardly. Jessica touched Carol's clitoris. The minute she +touched it - Carol came. Jessica changed places with Carol, and I started to +screw her anus. I was starting to come now, but Jessica pulled my cock out of +her, and pressed the base of it, and started jerking me off. I came filling her +tits with thick come. It seemed that Karen was not familiar with ass-fucking, +so she asked me to be gentle with her. I got to the cupboard and brought the +vaseline. I filled her anus and ass with vaseline. I entered her ass with +a finger. Her anus tightened around my fingers. I told her to relax, and +started moving my finger in-and-out of her. Sherri started to caress Karen's +tits and pussy. I took my finger out of her, and inserted my organ's head. I +started moving only the head in-and-out of her. I slowly inserted the rest of +my cock into her. She started to cry, so I took my cock out of her a bit. She +told me not to - she said that she has to experiment this. I penetrated her +again, and now she didn't cry. I inserted my cock more and more, and my whole +8" were out of sight. I slowly pumped her, while Sherri continued to caress +her. Karen started moaning after some time, and Sherri fingered her cunt while +massaging her clit. Karen came suddenly, moaning and shouting. I took out my +cock and asked "Anybody wants some of it?". Sherri started to clean my cock +with soap, doing a great handwork on it. I was trying to hold, but my sperm +just flooded from my cock into the warm water. After she finished cleaning my +cock, Sherri pushed it between her pussy lips, and starting a forward-backward +motion. My cock caressed her vagina and clitoris while she made this motion. +She came very quickly, moving faster and faster. I was starting to come myself +after her continuous motion. I was now out - my cock was tired as hell, and I +couldn't do anything with it. We then came out of the bath, drying each other +with lust (and towels...). We got up to the bedroom, and I was lying on the bed, +while Jessica crawled over and glued her pussy onto my mouth. Sherri got down +under Jessica, giving her her pussy to eat. Carol got on to a doggie-style, and +put her pussy onto Sherri's mouth. Karen did the same to Carol. We were now +like a chain - every one (except myself) had a pussy eaten. After a while, +everybody started to climax - Carol was the first to come, pushing her cunt +harder to Sherri's mouth. I was now REALLY out - I was lying like a stone on +the bed. + +We stopped our actions to see that the time already close to lunch-time, so it +was (especially for me) an opportunity to stop our deeds. + +We continued our fuckings for the rest of the day, and on the rest of the week. +Two hours ago Sherri's plane took-off, and I was left here, with nothing but my +memories... + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/camp.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/camp.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ac7dfb16 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/camp.txt @@ -0,0 +1,208 @@ + "An Experience at Camp" + + by + + The Storyteller + + +It was my first time away at camp, and being 16 at the time, was a little +old to be homesick. None the less, I wished I was home! I didn't make +friends easily and all that 'arts and crafts' crap was getting stale! +It was a co-ed camp, but the girls were kept pretty much seperate from +us. They had their cabins across the lake from us and we only saw the +female campers during the day. Ocassionally, a couple would arrange to +meet half way around the lake, but either the girl or the boy would be +missed during bed check and be found out. + +One of the daily activities we had with the female campers was horseback +riding. That was the only redeeming feature of camp for me. It was a +Thursday, and I had just come back to the stable from riding. Most other +riders were either still out, or were grooming their horse. At camp, you +shared a horse with a number of other campers and Thursday was my day to +do the grooming. As I was grooming my horse, a heard a noise behind me +and turned around. A girl with long blonde hair came up and started to +pat Chestnut's neck. "He's a nice looking horse, isn't he?", she asked. +I replied that he was, and that horseback riding was the only good thing +at camp. She replied that she felt the same way. "I wish he was mine", +she said. "Why do you say that", I replied, wondering why she didn't +feel the same way about her horse. A gleam twinkled in her eye as she +told me that it was because my horse "was so well hung"! I didn't know +what to say! Talk about embarassment! + +I stammered some (being shy) and am sure that I turned red. Cathy kept +rubbing the horse while she looked at me. Her hand was gliding along +the side of the horse and she turned and looked at Chestnut's "equipment", +which was hanging pretty long. + +Figuring that I had nothing to loose, I stammered, "He is pretty well, ah, +hung, isn't he"? I guess that you can call a horse "hung", you know, +"Hung like a horse". Cathy said, "I wonder if you are as hung as your horse"? +Now I really didn't know what to say. Gathering some courage, I suggested +that she would have to compare us sometime. "How about tonight?" was her +reply. Not being able to think up a good reason not to, I agreeed. I guess +that since I didn't like camp that much, if I got into trouble for sneaking +out at night, at least I would have a good story to tell, back home. + +We agreed to meet that night at one am at the stable. It was pretty close +to both sides of the lake and a somewhat central point. I had no end of +trouble making it through the day. Just thinking about my first time with +a girl and whether I would be nervous and make a fool of myself. It was +also hard to keep from getting aroused! I kept having to turn away from +people to hide the bulge in my jeans. + +Finally, it was time to leave. I snuck out of the cabin and made my way +to the stables. I waited for Cathy to show, and more than once decided +that she had made a fool of me and was laughing to her friends about the +guy waiting in vein! + +All of a sudden, I turned and she was there! "Your time has come", she +wispered. + +I could hear a few horses snorting in the background, but other than that, +all was quiet. Cathy took me by the hand and we walked down to Chestnut's +stall. He was awake and moving around. Cathy and I talked about horses +and how the males were really hung. She told me about how the males would +mount the female and have sex. She told me that it excited her, no end. + +I was pretty excited also. My eyes were getting accustomed to the darkness, +and I could see her rubbing her crotch as she watched the horse. Later, +we laid down in the pile of hay and began kissing. Cathy's long hair +glistened in the moonlight. I began carressing her shoulders and she +started running her hands up and down on my back. We soon were undressing +and I was getting pretty anxious at this point. My heart was beating so +hard, that I thought that it would explode! + +My hands shook as I un-buttoned her blouse. She had pulled my shirt up +out of my pants and was running her hand over my stomach. She then opened +up my shirt. It was kind of ackward as we both fumbled with each others +clothes. I tried not to move too fast, because I was afraid that she +would get turned off. I didn't realize how wrong I was. + +Soon it came time for me to take her pants off. I un-buttoned her pants +and slowly pulled the zipper down. We were kissing at the time and she +had her tounge in my mouth. My first French Kiss! All Right!! + +We both had our tops off and I slowly massaged her breasts. They were +quite soft, with very pointed nipples. Her fingernails were lightly +scratching my chest. I was in ecstacy! I couldn't wait to get down to +business! + +We stopped kissing, I removed Cathy's pants and slowly pulled down her +panties. So that is what it looks like! Beautiful! The soft moonlight +glistened on her legs. Her cunt hairs were soft and fine. They looked +like silk. She had been wispering things in my ear, the whole time we +were undressing each other. "Are you hung?", "Are you hung like a +horse?", "I want to feel your cock inside me!", "I want you to ride +me to ecstacy!". + +I started to finger her cunt, but she whispered that she wanted to see +me naked. I started to loosen my belt, but her hand stopped me. She +took off my belt and started un-doing the buttons on my jeans. My dick +was straining to get out of those pants. She kept rubbing my crotch as +she un-did more buttons. When the last one was open, she reached her hand +into my pants. It took her a minute or two to figure out how jockey shorts +work, but finally found my dick. She caressed it for a moment, then ran her +hand along its length, stopping to give it a squeeze every once in a while. + +Cathy finally released it from the shorts and pulled them down. She was +still rubbing it and whispered in my ear that it was the longest that +she had ever seen. That made me feel good, because, I wasn't sure how I +stacked up against other guys. + +Cathy got a clean horse blanket and draped it over the side of the pile +of hay. We laid down and she started stroking my dick. We kissed and +I moved my hands over her soft back. She was lying on top of me and +her breasts were rubbing on my chest. I felt like I was going to explode! +We rolled around for quite a while, fondling and rubbing each other. + +Unexpectedly, she kneeled and put her head by my crotch. Opening her +mouth, she lowered her head and guided my dick into her warm mouth. +She started sucking on me. My hands surrounded her head, her soft +hair was tantilizing. I don't know if my hands were guiding her head +as it started going up and down, or if I was more of a spectator, but +she was sucking and sucking on my swollen dick and my hands were rubbing +the back of hair. Up and down she went, sucking and pulling on it. I +was wanting to shoot, but she suddenly she stopped. "It's your turn", +she said as she laid back on the blanket. + +I moved my head over to her pussy. My mouth closed in and my tounge +slowly entered her slit. She was wet. Her juices were flowing and she +was wet inside. I curled my tounge and stuck it in as far as I could, +flicking it against anything I could find. I sucked and gulped as I +pushed my face further in. Cathy started to wiggle around and it was +hard to keep my tounge moving. Just as I was starting to really get into +it, she said "Put your cock in me", "I want your long cock in me"! + +I took my tounge out of her and licked my hand. This mixture of her pussy +juices and my saliva were rubbed on my dick before I climbed onto her. +My dick was the longest I can ever remember it. "Put it in me, put it ALL +into me", she whispered. I guided it to the slit and slowly started pushing +it in. She was really warm and was starting to moan. Her eyes were closed +but I could see that her eyes were moving beneath the lids. I pushed my +dick into her as far as I could while she kept moaning for me to put it +all into her. I started to move my hips up and down, up and down. We +kissed again, long kisses, our tounges sliding against each other as +we sucked at each others mouths. + +I kept lifting my pelvis and thrusting my dick into her as far as I could. +Up and down, up and down I went. "Hey Stud, ride me!" She wimpered. "Ride +me". A thought flashed through my mind. I withdrew and rolled off of her. +"I need to take a break", I said. She opened her eyes and looked into my +face. "You really like horses, don't you?" I asked her. "I have a thing +about them, if that is what you mean", she said with a twinkle in her +eye. I looked into her face for a minute or two and then stood up. She +started rubbing her pussy with her hand. "Where are you going?" she asked. +"I'll be right back", I told her, as I walked over to the stall. + +I got Chestnut's saddle, the horse blanket and a set of reins that were +hanging on the hook and took them back to the where cathy was lying. +A smile started to curl on her mouth. I layed the saddle next to me, +draped the blanket over us and hung the reins over my shoulders. The +blanket itched somewhat, but at that point, I didn't care. I fondled +her pussy and my dick got hard again. As I entered her again, she +started playing with the saddle, rubbing it. I started humping her +again and we kissed some more. I pushed in and out, faster and faster. + +Cathy was fondling the saddle with one hand and had her other hand on +my pubic hair. Occasionally she would slide her fingers along my dick +as it slid in and out of her. She was moaning louder now and I was +afraid that someone would catch us here. A few of the horses were +getting edgy and started to snort and move around. That seemed to make +Cathy even more excited! She was Frenching away with a passion, moaning +and bucking. + +Her free hand was now moving between the saddle and the reins over my +shoulder, and I could feel a tingling inside my dick. I was getting ready +to cumm and I could feel Cathy's pussy squeezing my cock as it slid +in and out. Her eyes were closed and she was really getting in to it. +"Fuck me with your horse dick", "Touch me with your nuts", she was saying. +Her hands were now at my back, her nails scatching me back, faster and +faster! + +The horses were now snorting louder as we fucked faster and faster. Cathy +was in another world. I could tell. I was getting ready to cumm. I could +feel it starting to cumm as I pushed into her pussy. Her hands were moving +to my ass and she was scratching it with her nails. I could feel goose +bumps all over my body and her body was starting to shake. She was moving +with me, we were becoming one person, moving to the sounds of lovemaking. +I was ready to cumm. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming". "Give it to me", "Shoot +your sperm in me, Stud!", "Let me feel it!" + +I came in a great wave. I could feel it enter her in big shots. Her mouth +found mine again and we kissed and licked for quite a while, moving our +bodies in time with each other. My heart was pounding, or was it hers? +We collapsed in each others arms, her breasts, pressed against my chest. + +I left that stable a man! I know that she may have had something else on +her mind while we made love, I will never forget that experience! I was +no longer a virgin and had gained a confidence around women that I thought +that I would never have had. We almost became one during that encounter! +She wanted a stud and for her, I became one! We each have our little +fantasies and I helped her with hers. I was her well hung horse for the +night. What she didn't realize, was that for that night, she was my +little Filley! + + +Good Night. + +The Storyteller diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/camptrip.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/camptrip.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..af16dbb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/camptrip.txt @@ -0,0 +1,197 @@ + The Camping Trip + + Diana and Stacey had been planning this camping trip for +weeks. The pair of them and Staceys dad would take the camper up +to the campsite situated on a piece of National Heritage land +and spend a few days just mucking around and checking out the +wildlife. Di and Stace had been friends for a very long time, +they had met at play school when they were only 4 and had known +each other for the past 9 years. + Diana was a shapely 13 years old, starting pubety +earlier that Stace and now had a nicely shaping breasts which +filled out her junior bra. She had a delicious figure - if not a +bit too thin. Her long, brown hair fell on her shoulder in a +sraight fountain of hair and ran down her back. Stacey was more +like your usual 13 year old - her bust was more of a pair of +mounds and her figure less defined but she was still cute with a +small, tight ass and lovely pair of pouting lips to go with her +ice blue eyes. She had lost her mother over four years ago to a +road accident, and since then was being raised solely by her dad +so, naturally, they were very close. + When all the clothes and other essentials were packed they +all bundled into the camper - the girls in the back bouncing on +the seats a dad behind the wheel. The journey consisted of the +usual crap car games and the odd outburst of giggling from the +girls but it wasn't long before they reached the site. Bill +(stacey's dad) parked the camper and opened all the doors before +erecting the canopy. The girls jumped out of the van and started +running in and out of the bushes. + 'Don't wander off, you two. There are wild animals here.', +Bill shouted. + 'We won't', came the 'pre-recorded' answer. + Bill sat himself inside at the table and made a coffee, he +had a feeling he might need it. The first two days were taking up +with the campfires and exploring of the surrounding area, they +found a small lake not more than a half-mile away with a small +waterfall. The girls planned on going to the lake on their own for +the third day while Bill took it easy at the van, he wasn't +worried because Stacey had taking lots of swimming lessons and +also done some life-saving lessons. + So, off they went with only their towels. + + It didn't take long for Bill to get bored sitting around +on his own so he made for the lake too, to see what the girls were +doing. He crept through the bushes meaning to scare them and hid +behind a thick bush near the water's edge. The two girls were +splashing around and doing breast-stroke backwards and forwards +through the slightly murky water. Stacey suggested that they climb +the water-fall and jump off since it wasn't very high, but Di +didn't want to, not being such a competent swimmer. So, Stace +climbed from the water and quickly disappeared behind the rocks. +obviously deciding it would be easier to climb from round the +back. + Di continued to splash about in the water for a little +while then became visably bored. She made for the bank and pushed +herself from the water, sitting her cute bum cheeks on the muddy +bank. It wasn't till now that Bill discovered that the girls were, +in fact, skinny-dipping! His eyes rolled up and down her cute +little body, following the every curve and concentrating on the +lushious curve of her bum. He couldn't beleive what he was +seeing. Even more to his surprise Di poked her middle finger into +her mouth and slurped it out again, leaving some saliva on it and +then lowered it to her moist, pouting vagina and began rubbing her +lips furiously. She lay back on the bank and spread her legs, +pushing her finger deeper into her cunt. Pulling lips tight as she +masturbated with her finger. + The juice began flowing as her finger slipped in and out +easily. She rubbed her clit like you might expect a little boy to +slap his salami, her hand almost a blur to the eye. Bill noticed +that by now he had a full 8 inch hard-on in his pants and couldn't +help but be as horny as ever by this juivinile bringing herself to +orgasm on the edge of a muddy lake. He popped his cock from its +prison and the head of his prick pointed proudly toward the sky, +and he began slowly running his hand up and down its shaft and he +looked on at Diana. He moved to get a better view and accidently +broke a twig with a 'snap!'. Diana stopped slamming herself and +looked up. + 'Hello? Who's there?.... Stacey? Is that you?' + Bills heart began beating a thousand times a minute. What +would people or his daughter think they found him sitting +masturbating over a 13 year old girl. He closed his eyes and held +his breath hoping she might think she imagined it or something. + 'hello?... Bill is that you in the bush' + He knew he had been rumbled. His heart sank. Bill quickly +pulled his trousers up and did them up. He stepped from the bushes +and said, 'Hi!'. As though nothing was amiss. He just couldn't help +himself staring as the warm, glistening fanny batter slowly running +down Diana's leg and coating her finger. The aroma of her sex juice +reached his nose and his boner sprung to an even bigger attention, +he looked away, ashamed of himself. Diana blushed. + Suddenly, un-expectedly, Diana blurted, 'Would you make love +to me?' + Bill was completely dum-founded. Here he was, standing a few +feet from a naked 13 year old with fuck fluid all over her hands and +legs and him with a stonking erection, and she had just asked him to +fuck her. + 'Pardon?', was the only answer that popped into Bill's head. + 'I've seen my sister and her boyfriend doing IT and I want to +know what its like, it looks like fun. The boys at my school have +only got small willies and i want to try a big one' + 'You've had sex with boys at your school?' + 'No, but i've seen them. They're nothing like my sisters +boyfriends one. I've never done it before - will yo show me how?' + Bill hadn't had sex in years and her was a tight, innocent, +young virgin cunt just waiting to be fucked. How could he refuse? + 'I will, but you must promise to not tell ANYONE!' + 'Okay, i won't.' + Bill un-zipped his flies and once again out popped his +throbbing penis, a small amount of pre-cum on the end. Diana's eyes +opened wide and she reached out a small hand to take hld of it. His +knob flinched as she wrapped her fingers aroung his thick stump. + 'Its all warm', she exclaimed. + Bill smiled to her. + 'What do I do now?' + 'You start by using your mouth to excite me' + 'Oh, i've seen my sister do that', and she promptly pushed +the head of his cock past her lips in her virgin mouth and began +slowly sliding up and down it, only a few inches disappearing into +her throat. It had been so long for Bill that he felt the rumbling of +an orgasm almost straight away, he grabbed the back of Di's head and +without thinking pushed it against his groin. Nearly all of his +member slid down her throat and she gagged as his first jet of semen +splashed the back of her throat, she pulled back and his dick slipped +from her mouth and another squirt of jism splatted across her nose +and lips, dribbling from the end of her nose. Bill groaned, and +pulled Di's head to his groin again. It wasn't in her mouth and +missed, slithering across her cheek as warm cum flowed from the end +leaving white streaks down her face. He instinctively grabbed his +pulsing cock and began smearing it sadistically around Di's face, +spreading his seed all over. + As the orgasm passed he realised what he had done and looked +down. Di looked flustered and he immediatly began apologising. She +looked up with her innocent eyes and sperm covered face. + 'Don't worry, I enjoyed that', she said licking some of his +jism from her lips. She tickled the tip of her tongue across the tip +of his dick and licked her lips again. + 'But I didn't have any good feeling like my sister does' + 'Okay', Bill said, 'I'll give yo some good feelings... Get on +your hands and knees, like a dog.' + Di complied and thrust her virgin butt in the air. + 'Okay, now whatever you do, don't start pumping wildly. Try +to stay in a rythym.' + 'Okay' + Bill run a hand along one of her thin, supple legs and let +his finger slip into her warm slit. She closed her eyes and purred +with contention, he finger her clit a bit till her juices started +flowing. Coating his finger in pungent fanny fluid. He smeared some +of it across his re-hardening cock and lubricated it well. He put the +head of his cock to her hole, his balls ached with anticipation, and +slip the head in. It was tight and he was only able to get his helmet +in at first, then she began to loosen up, slowly another inch slid +into her hot box until about 5 inches slithered in and out of the +virgin cunt. Di began to groan and heavy breath, she started pushing +her arse back. + 'Please, give me some more. I want you to fill me up... +pleeeaassse.... mmmm.. oooh..' + Suddenly she thrust her arse back and his entirety popped +into her. He felt something 'crunch' and a little blood began seeping +from the sides of his cock. Obviously she was a virgin because her +hymen had just broke. She became to scream quietly and push and pull +at his cock with animal lust. Bill just kept pushing and trying to +get his fucking balls into this tunnel of pleasure, he grabbed her +hips and sped up the pumping. A dull slap-slapping as they met on +each push. Bill let out a low growl and Di began screaming at the top +of her voice. + 'YES!....FUCK ME!.. FUCK ME!... Oh god, I.... ooooohhh... +yeesssss... mmmmm', and her body shook as the oragasm took hold. Her +lips tightened around Bill and immediatly he started pouring his load +into her. His cock throbbed and pulsed as jet after jet of hot fluid +ran from his cock deep inside the ex-virgin, he slowed down as the +last dribbles emerged from his dick. But, Di was still grunting and +pushing, no sign of stopping. A thought entered Bills mind and he +kept the pace with Di. He looked down and his cock was well lubed. + He waited for another orgasm to take hold of Di and just as +she started pumping wildly he drew back and pulled out his cock. +before Di realised her butt was on its way back for another pump. +Bill raised his stiff rod a few inches higher and plunger it deep +into Di's arsehole. The opening being forced open and three-quaters +of his member slurped into her arsehole. Di's eyes shot open and her +mouth dropped open. The orgasm came on strong again and she couldn't +help but push at the pleasure in her cunt, her bum hurt slightly but +the feeling of this anal intruder was incredible. As his penis pushed +against the wall of her vagina from the other side she got twice as +much pleasure and felt that there was much more hole to fill. + She peaked again and pushed with all her might and all of +Bills prick disappeared up her anal passage, she could swear she felt +his knob push against the end of her bowels. A warm, pain feeling as +his slurped back again, away from the wall. Di's body shuddered once +again and she fell to the ground - exhausted. Bill was panting +furiously, semen and fanny batter all over his hands, cock and +crotch. Di had semen all over her face, back and legs, where it was +dribbling down leaving a glistening trail. + Suddenly Stacey came from behind a rock, her jaw dropped with +surprise. Her eyes bulging! + + End of part I + +Written By Mr.B diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/carlinis.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/carlinis.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5b466f33 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/carlinis.txt @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ + This is a sheet that I procured from someone taking this course, Psychology +226, at the State University of New York at Buffalo (SUNYAB). The courses name +is 'Human Sexuality', and the paper is labelled 'Results Of Sexual Slang Sheet +Exercise', and is the result of a student poll concerning slang names. Seeing +as how a file can be made with 121 names for a dick, I offer this more +complete listing of what I call 'Carlinisms', in honor of that foremost +explorer of obscene synonyms, George Carlin. So now, you can rag with +originality using synonyms besides the names for a dick. Without any more BS... + +(Note: the numbers in parentheses indicate multiple responses.) + +SEXUAL INTERCOURSE +================== + getting your noodle wet, getting it on, bouncing, banging away, +pike-a-dream, go to it, pumping, hide the salami, hide the sausage, bounce the +bedsprings, pound the bedsheet, greasing the monkey, getting off, getting +over, functioning, make it, fueling, nookey-nookey, screw around, fooling +around (7), knock-up (2), 69, getting nook, screw/screwing (40), fuck/fucking +(67), doing it (16), have sex (18), making love (33), going to bed (2), +sleeping together (2), laying the pipe (1), boink (2), banging (15), stup, +pokey, hosed, gut-it, humping (14), lay (5), balling (2), trim (2), doing the +nasty, f'ing, quickie, romp, porking (5), getting laid (8), getting balled +(2), getting banged, piece of ass (2), dip hosing, going all the way (2), +dicking (3), slamming (3), diddle, get down, scrumping (5), skiffing (3), +making it (4), getting lucky (4), thrask, boofing, getting some, poo-tang, +make out, bush, pussy, in between some legs, pike, jamming (5), get into some +serious flesh, tear some sheets, chilly sauce, bopping, copulating, scoring, +making whoopie (4), doing the deed, buggering, jump someone's bones, +fornicate, consummate, home run (2), joddling in the gulley, going at it. + +BREASTS +======= + Love mounds, fun bags, titties (8), tits (70), boobs (45), jugs (16), mams +(2), bosoms (3), tips, bullets, missiles (2), zambos, jaboos (2), bubs, +pillows, knockers (14), chichi (2), melons (9), personalities, pumpernickel, +nummies, tootsies, knobs (2), globes (2), hooters (6), mosquito bites, +headlights (3), chest (9), watermelons, bulbs, knots, babies, jobs, bazoobas, +eyes, bumpers, bullets, rockets, love-knobs, golden bozos, winnebagos, +boobies, zonkers, lungs (2), mambos (2), cans, gazongas (2), teats (2), +honeydews, milers, stack, rack (2), vavooms, bobbers, cupcakes, cherries, +ta-tas, mountains, babumbas, big ones, mounds, nipples (2), coconuts, buns, +balloons. + +PENIS +===== + Sid, protrusion, swantz, member (3), the big wazoo, king, Willy the one +eyed wonder worm, one eyed trouser snake, wife's best friend, dildoe, guitar, +pole (2), weapon, sword, dagger, simba, wong, truffles, gun, noodle, hotdog +(2), big log, slammer, prod, Mr. Big, weasel, dipstick, dog, weenie (3), +joystick, dick (71), Johnson (2), wee-wee, cock (31), viper, Mr. Happy, +throbbing python of love (2), incredible heat seeking moisture missile (4), +the big one, the wood (4), one eyed pant snake, pant muscle, love organ, +pistol (2), organ (2), rod (24), sworm, monster, love muscle, joe, fly, snake +(3), schlong (5), dong (12), peter (7), John Thomas (3), pickel (2), carrot, +love tool (4), pee-wee, pee-pee, pud, Rich, pecker (6), prick (24), weiner +(3), salami, sausage, wade, doodle-bug, chicken, wanger, pipe, junior, knob, +head, big-box, joint, thing (2), kong, lead pipe, third leg, stick shift, +sugar daddy, lolly pop, bush whacker, boner, jackhammer, wobbly warhead, +pocket rocket, pocket piccolo, skin flute, dork, dink (2), love rocket (2), +old fella, horse, the Bishop. + +VAGINA +====== + Pussy (32), furburger (2), cunt (39), love canal (5), love cave, hole (16), +love box/box (15), beaver (6), private parts, role, ocean, twat (4), hair pie +(5), pishy, bush (6), slit (5), mound, muff (5), fish tank, snatch (5), clit, +murdock, trim, stank (2), lips (3), hot spot, hot box (4), steam room, honey +hive, vag, live loaf, ham, furbox, cave, wedge, cunny, quease, rose, flowers, +receptacle, gates of heaven, nest, tunnel, wound, bun, clutch, slot, unhealing +wound, hot clam, bearded clam, nook, canal, cockpit, snatchbox, tunnel of +love, love tunnel (2), pocket, clam, fish hole, peach fuxx, to-tan, mouse. + +ORAL SEX +==== === + 69 (17), give head (16), blow job (40), going down (4), love kiss, eating +out (24), eat/ing (10), eating at the Y, taking your medicine internally, go +down on, 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Bob's invitation to complete a foursome for a wild weekend +had been welcomed, but as I drove up to the secluded old house +I had second thoughts. My sex had always been pretty straight, +and I was a bit apprehensive about this "bondage" idea. But +what the hell - it couldn't hurt to try - could it?? + Bob greeted me at the door and introduced me to Lisa my +"date". His wife Julie I already knew. Dinner was steaks, +liquor and nondescript chit chat. We settled into the den and +the almost imperceptible mood change suggested that things +would now get started. + Bob explained that normally a lot system was used in their +games to determine roles, but that since this was my first +night, they would let Julie be "mistress" to Lisa, who would +also introduce me per Julie's instructions to the game. I could +then participate or watch as I chose. After half a dozen +drinks, I was ready for anything, or so I thought. + Julie wasted no further time. She put her drink down, walked +across the room and pulled Lisa to her feet. She produced a +pair of handcuffs, and without ceremony cuffed the brunette's +hands behind her back. She asked Bob to go and get the toys as +she began to play with her new captive. Standing behind her she +reached around to cup Lisa's breasts through her blouse and +carress them. She proceeded to open the first few buttons of +the blouse and then, forcing her hand into her bra, began to +cruelly squeeze Lisa's breasts and squeeze her nipples. The +cuffed woman moaned and tried, without success to avoid the +hands that were causing her torment. + Bob had returned in the meantime with a box of gadgetry that +would have made the Marquis de Sade weep with envy. I didn't +really konw what most of the devises were, but suspected that +my guesses were not far off. + "We want you to have a first hand demonstration of some of our +toys Stephen" said Julie, "and Lisa is going to explain these +items to you in detail as you use them on her - just pick one +and ask her". With that she shoved the cuffed brunette back +onto the couch and retired to her own chair. I jumped into the +game without further encouragement, and asked Lisa about the +small vise-like clamps that caught my eye. She explained that +they were nipple clamps. Julie was not pleased. "Explain to him +in detail how they work - on you, or you'll be sorry". + Lisa proceeded to give me detailed instructions as to her +own torment. + "They go on my nipples, so you'll have to finish undressing +me" she explained. I needed no further encouragement. I +finished undoing the buttons on her blouse, then reached behind +her to unfastend the bra. Her breasts were beautiful, topped +with strawberry tips. + "Stephen, you'll have to get her nipples hard for the clamps +to work properly" added Julie. She was obviously enjoying the +spectator role. I licked and sucked the captive woman's nipples +until they were hard and distended. I picked up the first clamp +and opening it up, placed it over her left nipple, flush against +the breast. The function was obvious, and I began to +tighten the knob. The metal closed toward the nipple. Lisa +flinched as the cold metal first contacted her nipple, and as +it tightened further began to squirm. I stopped as Lisa moaned, +afraid to cause any injury, but Julie was admanant. + "Keep going, the bitch can take a lot more than that". I +complied until I was sure that the clamp might cause real +damage. I repeated the process on her right tit. + Lisa was in real pain and lay back in the couch with her eyes +closed. But Julie had only just begun. "Ask her about this +little gadget" she offered, as she handed me a contraption +consisting of two curved rod-like devices conected by a thread +arrangement. Lisa in response to the unspoken question let me +know that this was a labia spreader - not one of her favorite +toys. This two required further exposure of heretofore private +parts of Lisa's anatomy. She blushed furiously as I hiked her +skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties from her. I could +appreciate her embarrassment and humiliation. The rest of us +were fully clothed as she lay in a semi reclining position with +her tits and pussy blatantly exposed. + I was getting into this and began to take the initiative. I +picked up a spreader bar and fastened her into it for good +measure. It attached to both legs just above the knees, and was +adjustable. After tightening the straps I pushed her legs as +far apart as they would go, and tightened the adjusting screw. +Lisa really was a turn on, with her breasts bare, adorned with +the two clamps I had left in place, and her legs spread as far +as they would go. She was on display and she knew it. + I then proceeded to apply the labia spreader. The device, +which Bob told me he had made was really just two elongated +clamps connected together. The clamps were designed to fit on a +woman's labia, and then the thread device when used, forced the +clamps apart. As I applied and then tighten each clamp to the +lips of her cunt Lisa inhaled sharply. It was not until the +screw device was actuated, and her pussy began to stretch apart +that she really responded though. She twisted her ass on the +cushions of the sofa, and then started bucking her hips - she +obviously wanted this intruder in her most privater place gone. +But with Julie's encouragement I kept right on. As Lisa started +to thrash in earnest I stopped. "Don't stop - the bitch can +stand more" volunteered Julie. I complied, giving another turn +and watching the captive lips of the tied woman's vulva spread +even further. Her pussy was now blatantly stretched, with every +minute detail of the interior visible. But it did not seem like +Lisa cared about modesty now - she was in real pain. + Julie took over now. She removed the labia spread bringing a +gasp of relief from Lisa. She pulled her up and lead her to an +armchair to one side of the room and ordered her to spread her +legs. As Lisa stood against the back of the chair, facing it, +Julie fastened her ankles with leather straps to the back legs +of the chair. She then forced the captive woman to bend deeply +over the chair back, and atached her wrists to the base of the +front legs. These straps were then tightened until Lisa was +tautly stretched over the chair in a bent over position, legs +spread. As I walked around behind her, the merits of this +position became quickly clear. Lisa was on lewd display from +the rear, with her pussy stretched and pouting from between her +widely spread legs. + Julie picked up a short thonged whip, and began stroking +Lisa's ass gently with it. "You know what happens now don't you +darling?" she cooed. "But this time I'll let you know where you +get hit - I'll draw a little line with my finger just before +every stroke". She wasted no further time, but stepped back, +and after tracing an imaginary line across Lisa's ass, brought +the whip crashing down. It looked like someone had shoved a +cattle prod up Lisa's ass - she jerked in her restraints and +shook her head violently. To her credit, she didn't +scream. Stroke followed stroke - soon Julie began to get +inventive. Preceding each stroke with her imaginary line she +worked her way to the back of the bound woman's legs - this +brought the first hints of screams from behind clenched teeth. +Then the inevitable. She drew her line diagonally across the +cheek of Lisa's ass, ending up on the exposed lips of her +pussy, which Julie played with briefly. Even before she was hit +Lisa jerked her head vilently and begged "please no, not there +- I can't stand it when you hit my pussy". It did no good - +Julie brought the whip down and Lisa yelled freely as the ends +snapped onto her labia. + Before she had a chance to shake off that pain, Julie repeated +the stroke from the other side, and finally, standing directly +behind her victim, brought the whip upward with an underhand +swing directly onto Lisa's vulva. The effect was an +uninterupted jerking in her restraints, and begging for an end. +But as I inspected Lisa's pussy from behind, it was easy to see +that she was getting sopping wet. Her labia were beginning to +pout, and once or twice the things actually splatted between +the lips and kissed her inner membranes. When this happened +Lisa'a dance was especially violent. + Finally, Julie felt that she had had enough. She was released +from her restraints and offered a drink. Then, the fun and +games continued. + + Chapter II + At any rate, it was Friday night again and the evening's "gig" +as we sometimes called it was about to begin. This time no +change in arrangements had been made, and the drawing was at +random. The system was simple - four cards dealt for each +"round". High was "master", low was "slave". There was no +preference in selection as to sex - I had already learned that +the homosexual aspect that could be imposed added to the +control and humiliation aspect and therefore the thrill. Nor +was there any guarantee that roles would not be duplicated, +since each round was drawn for separately. Conceivably one +unlucky person could end up as "slave" for three different +people in one night, although obviously the odds were against +that. + After the first drawing Julie found herself the "slave"to +Lisa, a role which she had reason to be apprehensive about, +considering the way she had tormented Lisa the previous +weekend. Nevertheless, the show must go on. We retired to take +turns show ering and had returned to the den with drinks in +hand getting ready to begin. Bob had already gotten the "toys" +out and they were spread out by Lisa who was obviously trying +to decide how best to begin Julie's ordeal. + "Well, I guess it's time we got started" said Lisa as she +walked over to the seated blond, took the drink out of her hand +and led her to the center of the den. As had Julie the previous +weekend, Lisa started out by handcuffing the blond's hands +behind her back. She added an immediate refinement however in +producing a trainer gag which she fitted over Julie's head and +fastened into place along with a leather collar to which it +attached. The straps of the harness surrounded Julie's head and +part of her face, and were arranged so as to force the ball gag +deep into her widely opened mouth. Lisa then began to slowly +and seductively undress her victim in a manner that was +arousing to us and must surely be causing Julie embarrassment +and humiliation. As she unbuttoned the helpless woman's blouse +she took time to massage her breasts through the bra, squeezing +and kneading the twin mounds cruelly, causing Julie to moan +around her gag. Reaching behind Julie to unfasten the bra she +pulled it away to reveal Julie's breasts, the nipples already +hard from the attention they had received. "Look at the slut" +said Lisa as she tweaked the nipples roughly" she turns on like +a bitch in heat when you play with her tits." She continued to +undress Julie, unfastening the skirt and letting it drop to +the floor, leaving the handcuffed woman standing in the middle of +the room in her panties, half open blouse and disheveled bra. +Lisa reached down and began to slowly massage Julie's pussy +through her panties, cupping her hand over the mound and +rubbing along the pussy lips. She paused only long enough to +peel Julie's panties down, telling her to step out of them, and +leaving the girl completely exposed below the waist. "spread +your legs slut!" ordered Lisa. Julie complied, spreading her +legs as far as she was able without losing her balance. Lisa +began to play with Julie's pussy while the woman's legs were +spread, giving an in depth description to us as she +went. "Julie has a tight pussy for the slut that she is, and +she loves to have it played with. I no more than touch it, and +it's sopping wet. She enjoys being finger fucked as you can see +already." And sure enough as Lisa was pushing one and then two +fingers inside her pussy, Julie began to rotate her hips almost +involuntarily as a result of the stimulation of her sex. "She +seems to enjoy this, but I don't think she'll be as happy when +I use that short whip on this pussy later on." + "Well on to more interesting things" said Lisa. "I think we'll +warm little Julie up with a couple of our toys, and then see +just how obedient she really is." She led Julie over to the +same chair that she herself had been fastened over, and in like +manner tied Jills feet wide apart to the back legs. She removed +the handcuffs so that Julie's clothes could be completely +removed, then refastened them behind her back. Julie was forced +forward and stretched by a strap threaded through her collar +and pulled down to the front of the chair. To increase her +discomfort her hands were pulled up tight by a short strap +connected to the back of her collar. + After she had the girl securely fastened, Lisa with obvious +enjoyment continued her humiliation in front of us. Stepping +behind the helpless woman she began to torment Julie's cruelly +exposed vulva - alternating between gentle carresses and cruel +twisting of the offerred pussy lips. The way that Julie was +fastened left her wide open to this unwelcome attention - her +legs were fastened so widely apart that the lips of her pussy +were in fact beginning to gape on their own. From time to time +Lisa in terrupted her carressing to grasp a pussy lip between +thumb and forefinger of each hand and pull them widely apart, +exposing clearly the inner lips and pink flesh of the bound +woman's sex. The whole thing was a turn on simply because of +the humiliation Julie had to be experiencing at having her sex +so intimately exposed and handled in front of Bob and myself +while she was fastened helplessly in a wide open position that +left her completely vulnerable. Lisa began the girl's torment +in earnest by fastening a wooden clothes pin on each of her +obscenely exposed pussy lips, and on each of her nipples. The +effect was revealed by the groans which emanated from behind +the gag, and Julie's frantic jerking against her restraints +when Lisa flicked the clothespins with her fingertip. "What +would any session be without a short whipping to get things +started?" asked Lisa. She answered her own rhetorical question +by picking up a studded paddle and without warning, bringing it +crashing down on Julie's tightly stretched ass. The result was +a violent snort around the gag, and a jerking on the straps +that held the woman in place. After several more strokes with +the paddle Lisa decided that she had other things in mind for +Julie. She traded the paddle for the short multi-thonged whip +that Julie had last used on her. Standing behind her victim, +she studied the territory carefully and then again, without +warning and without removing the clothespins, she brought the +things of the whip slapping upward to cut the tied woman's +spread cunt. The whip struck so hard that the clothespins on +each pussy lip were sent spinning across the room, and the +frantic jerking against her restraining straps and the snorting +from around the gag made it clear that Julie had certainly +derived the full intended ef fect. Several more times Lisa sent +the thongs whistling up into Julie's pussy, with the same +effect each time. It was obvious that the whipping represented +an ordeal for Julie. Even when she was not actually being +whipped she was panting hard and sweat gathered on her face. I +certainly did not envy her her torment. Even when Lisa +interposed her whipping of the tied woman with a gentle carress +of the wantonly offered vulva, the response was one of pain as +cool fingers kneaded the outraged flesh. Finally, Lisa tired of +these games. She unfastened the neck strap, allowing Julie to +stand up straight, and removed the gag, much to Julie's relief. +Before untying her legs though, Lisa fastened Julie into the +spreader bar, which had the effect of keeping her legs about +three or four feet apart. She then untied Julie's legs, and led +her over to the low table at the side of the room. Before +placing her on the table she fastened a leather belt around her +waist. She then ordered Julie to lie face up on the table, +which was not at all easy given the fact that she had only +limited use of her feet. As Julie got down into a sitting +position Lisa unfastened the handcuffs and made her lie flat on +her back. She fastened her left hand, stretched back over her +head to the base of the table, while fastening her right hand +by means of a short chain and cuff to a ring on the waist belt. +Finally, Julie's collar was fastened to the base of the table +forcing her head back and her body to be somewhat arched. Julie +was in an extremely erotic and exposed position, and the fact +that she had to know what she looked like made it even more so. +Her legs, widely spread left her pussy open to view, while due +to the position she was in she could do little except stare at +the ceiling. + "Julie hates to have her tits whipped" said Lisa as she picked +up a short whip with silken thongs. "This little whip may not +look like much" she said, "but on a girl's breasts it feels +like liquid fire, although it can't do any real damage. "Julie +has always hated it, especially when I concentrate on the +nipples and the underside of her breasts. "Isn't that so +Julie?" Julie grimly answered in the affirmative, resigned to +the fact that her breasts were going to be subjected to +punishment at the hands of Lisa and her cute little whip. "But +I'm going to give you a chance to save your pretty tits from at +least some punishment" said Lisa. I'm going to let you play +with yourself in front of Bob and Stephen, and the faster you +make yourself come, the sooner I stop whipping your titties. +You get one stroke every five seconds until you come, and then +I stop. "Oh please intoned Julie - I can't come in front of +Stephen and Bob. Please don't make me do that."The whip sliced +down on Julie's right breast, the thongs flattening the nipple +and making the breast bounce and shudder, bringing a gasp of +pain from Julie. "You'd better get started, or your boobs will +ache for a month" said Lisa as she brought the whip down to +make the left breast share the agony of the right. + Now I could appreciate the ingenuity of the position Lisa had +fastened Julie in. The blond could not move to avoid the whip; +her body was stretched so that her breasts were most prominent, +and most important, her right hand, chained to the belt was +such that while she could not use the hand to shield her +breasts, she could reach her widely exposed pussy. + As the whip struck her right breast for the third time, Julie +reached between her legs and began to massage the lips of her +pussy. First playing her fingers only on the outside, but soon +spreading the outer lips, working their way to the now +exposed clitoris, which she began playing with. Each time the +whip struck one or both of her breasts she cried out, and +increased the tempo of her masturbation. Finally, wildly +rubbing her clit with her thumb, and with three fingers +inserted into her vagina she managed to achieve an orgasm that +brought her ass off the table in spite of the straps holding +her down. + "Not bad Julie - I always knew you were a shameless slut" +teased Lisa as she lowered the whip. Julie breasts were +reddened from the punishment they had received, but it was +obvious that no real damage had been done. "Now for an instant +replay, but this time you eat my pussy and your pussy catches +hell until I come". + Lisa stripped off her slacks and panties, picked up the short +leather whip and brought it whistling down on Julie's spread +pussy without further warning. Julie screamed and writhed in +pain as her unprotected cunt received the snapping thongs. She +immediately began licking and sucking Lisa's pussy which was +presented to her as Lisa straddled her head, and as the thongs +struck the poor woman's vulva the second time the scream was +muffled by Lisa's own pussy pressed against Julie's face. Julie +feverishly sucked and licked at Lisa's pussy, trying to +stimulate her as much as pos sible since the sooner she was +able to bring Lisa to orgasm the sooner the torture of her own +pussy would end. + Finally Lisa shuddered in her orgasm and dropped the whip to +the floor. Julie just lay and moaned. I could't resist a closer +inspection of the tied woman's pussy, and as looked I could see +several welts across the now swollen pussy lips, and could see +by the reddened streaks where on several strokes the thongs had +found their way between Julie's pussylips and had punished the +tender inside of her cunt. + After pausing briefly to fix herself a drink and arrange her +clothes, Lisa returned to Julie still strapped to the table. +"That poor little pussy of yours has really suffered tonight, +but I'm afraid the worst is yet to come." She unfastened Julie +from the table, and with the spreader bar still holding her +legs far apart led her to the center of the room once again. +With leather cuffs and a chain running through a pulley +fastened to an over head beam Lisa soon had Julie standing +helpless on her widely spread feet with her arms stretched +tautly over her head. "Don't worry, I won't keep you here long +- it's just such a convenient position to keep you in while I +get you properly trussed up. Lisa produced a length of narrow +chain with links that ended in pro truding metal ends. She +first fastened one end to back of the belt around Julie's +waist, leaving the end dangling between her legs. She then +brought this end up between her legs and fastened it loosely +through a ring at the front of the belt. Julie's fate was now +obvious but I nevertheless watched in fascination as Lisa +unfastened her hands from overhead and once again brought them +high up into her back, chaining them together. The chain which +had been passed between Julie's legs was now threaded through +rings on her belt and collar to be fastened to her handcuffs. + Finally, constantly tightening any slack, Lisa with one hand +spread the still swollen lips of Jills pussy, pulling the +barbed chain tightly into the woman's vulva, and pulling her +hands high into a full-nelson type position behind her back. +The result was pure torment for Julie. Any attempt to lower her +hands and arms from their extreme position caused the chain +with its sharp barbs to press even more tightly into the +interior of her tender pussy. + No matter what she did she was in considerable pain. Not yet +satisfied, Lisa began to sensuously play with the bound woman's +breasts and nipples, licking and sucking each one in turn. When +both nipples were engorged she calmly fastened a tit clamp onto +each one. The two clamps were fastened by a short lightweight +chain, to which a leash was attached. Finally, Lisa removed the +spreader bar from Julie's legs, leaving her standing with hands +tightly pulled up into her back and in obvious pain from the +tormenting devices assailing her tits and cunt. As though by +way of demonstration she led Julie around the room, which was +any thing but a pleasant experience for the woman. Every step +she took obviously caused the barbed chain to dig into her +already abused pussy, while any sign of hesitation resulted in +a sharp tug on the leash and in turn the clamps on her now +swollen nipples. After leading her around the room several +times, Lisa removed all of the items except the handcuffs, to +Julie's clear relief. + "Since it looks like I only have a short while left with you, +I want you to share some of the same game you had me play with +Stephen last weekend" said Lisa. She led Julie to the corner of +the room, where Bob had built an old fashioned set of stocks on +a type of pedestal. The main part consisted of two hinged +pieces with cutouts for hands and neck. The level was +adjustable on the stand, and before placing Julie into the +contraption, she lowered the height to almost waist level. The +effect was clear - the prisoner would have to bend over to an +exaggerated degree which would cause a great deal of strain in +the bent over position. I had to give Lisa credit - she didn't +miss a trick. She led Julie to the contraption and before +putting her in it, snapped cuffs on her ankles which she then +attached to widely spaced rings in the floor, leaving Julie +standing in front of the stocks with her legs once again widely +spread. As she unfastened the woman's handcuffs she bent her +over the opened stocks placing her head and wrists in the holes +provided, whereupon the top section was lowered and locked into +place. Julie was truly a sight to behold, as she stood with +legs widely spread and bent over as far as Lisa could get her. +Standing behind her I had a beautiful view of her ass, the +cheeks slightly spread from the strain, and below, the pouting +lips of her pussy were on lewd display, the extent to which her +legs were spread actually causing it to gape open slightly. +Lisa picked up a whip and casually walked to the front of +device so Julie, who could see nothing behind her, could look +at her. "You don't have to have that cute pussy of yours +whipped any more, if you just do as I say. If you don't, I'm +sure you won't be doing any fucking for at least a month. Do I +make myself clear?" + "Oh yes mistress" answered Julie - "just tell me what I have +to do". + "As explicitly and specifically as you know how you will ask +Stephen to play with your tits and pussy. You will then +instruct him in detail to provide you with an appropriate +degree of torment. I want you to end up with clamps on your +tits and the pussy spreader on your cunt as a result of your +very specific and detailed instructions when I tell you to ask +for it. Do I make myself clear?" + "Yes mistress - I understand." + "Very well, then begin, and I suggest you provide some +inducement to Stephen because if he doesn't do what you ask, +you still get your sweet little pussy whipped raw. While it's +entirely up to Stephen what it will take to make him help you, +I would think a good cock sucking would be a rather minimum +incentive. Get started" she said, and by way of encouragement +brought the whip crashing down on Julie's ass in a diagonal +stroke that resulted in the tip nipping the tied woman's widely +exposed pussy, bringing a scream from Julie. + The single stroke of the whip had the desired effect of +inducing instant cooperation. "Please Stephen, come help me +avoid having my pussy whipped any more" implored Julie, clearly +without any sarcasm. "Tell me what to do Julie, and like Lisa +said, make +it worth my while" I replied. I almost felt sorry for the girl, +but as said before, was starting to get into these games. Besides, +there was no doubt that were the roles reversed, and +they almost certainly would be sooner or later, Julie would not +be cutting me any slack either. + "Please play with my tits and pussy the way I ask you to, and +I'll suck that gorgeous cock of yours like it's never been +sucked before". + "Sounds ok to me" I said, "start sucking" as I walked to the +front of the device, opening my robe to expose my now hard cock +and placing it in front of Julie's face. She either enjoyed +giving head or was in real fear of the treatment she would +receive from Lisa if she failed to do as she was told, because +I couldn't remember the last time a woman had sucked my cock +with so much enthusiasm, and trying so hard to bring me +pleasure. I let her suck for a few minutes and decided to play +Lisa's game a little before coming in Julie's pretty mouth. I +withdrew my cock and walked around behind Julie and the device +that held her in place. "Tell me what you want pretty lady, and +I'll see what I can do". "Please Stephen, play with my breasts +and pussy". Lisa moved up, unnoticed by Julie and again brought +her whip whistling into Julie's exposed ass. "You'll have to do +better than that bitch!"She hissed. "He knows he's supposed to +play with you - you tell him how!" Not wanting to risk another +painful stroke of the whip, Julie hasten to obey. + "Please Stephen, stroke my breasts with the palm of your hand, +rub them gently. Oh yes that feels good" she sighed as I +complied, lightly rubbing her dangling breasts with a circular +motion. + "Umm, that feels nice" she purred as I felt her nipples begin +to harden under my touch. "Rub the nipples with your fingers" +she said, and again groaned with pleasure as I complied. I +slowly ran my finger around each hard nipple pausing from time +to time to cup a whole breast in my hand, rubbing and stroking. +The effect was not lost on Julie who was begin to breathe more +deeply in spite of her strained position. "Suck them - please +suck the nipples" implored Julie. I complied by kneeling beside +the stretched and bound woman and taking first one and then the +other strawberry nipple into my mouth. "Run you tongue over +them - flog my nipples with your tongue" I wasted no time in +doing just that, and noted with satisfaction that Julie was now +slowly moving her ass back and forth in obvious arousal. "Bite +the nipples" she hissed, "bite them hard" she groaned as I +complied, taking each nipple between my teeth and biting until +I thought she could stand no more. + "My pussy, please rub my pussy!!" She moaned, sighing audibly +as I did her bidding reaching behind her and starting to rub +her obscenely exposed pussy. "Play with the outside first she +begged, rub the pussy lips - pull on them - oh that feels so +good" she moaned as I took a pussy lip between finger and thumb +of each hand and pulled them wide apart. I began to play with +her pussy in earnest. I palmed her entire pussy, rubbing +slightly from side to side, which she seemed to enjoy judging +my the motions she was making with her stretched ass. She +moaned as I continued to massage the outside of her blond +thatched cunt. "Work your finger between the lips now" she +begged, and once again I needed no further encouragement as I +permitted my middle finger to gradually insinuate itself +between her puffy and slightly pouting lovelips. The effect was +immediate as she rotated her ass and moaned loudly. + + Chapter III + "The clit - play with my clit" she responded. I searched for +and found the hard little center of her sex and began to worry +it with the tip of my finger as she strained against the device +holding her to push her pussy harder against my hand. + Not wanting to let things get any further out of hand, and +also wanting some more pleasure from the bound and stretched +woman I stopped my exploration of her vulva and walked back +around to the front of the stocks where she could see me. "Oh +why did you stop" she asked. Her question was quickly answered +when I silenced her by picking up the tit clamps by way of +reminder of what Lisa had ordered. "Oh yes, I almost forget," +answered Julie. + "Please put the clamps on my nipples, and put them on as +tightly as I can stand. I complied immediately, first rubbing +the straw berry nipples to their former state of hardness. +Julie groaned as the clamps tightened down first on one nipple +and then the other, weaving her hips back and forth in response +to the erotic pain in her breasts. Having finished with the +torture of her nipples, I picked up the pussy spreader. "Yes" +she gasped in pain from the tit clamps as well as obviously +aroused "put the spreader on my pussy. Stretch my cunt wide +open - make it hurt." I proceeded to fasten the pussy spreader +on her exposed labia, much as I had done with Lisa during our +first session. After fastening each lip securely within the +device I began turning the screw and watched the tightly bound +woman's pussy begin to gape and spread obscenely. Julie's +sudden gasp of pain and jerking in her restraints told me that +her pussy had almost reached its limit. Leaving the tormenting +devices in place I moved back to the front of the stocks, once +again thrusting my cock against her mouth. She +responded instantly, arching her head as far back as the stocks +would allow and once again sucking and licking hungrily at my +rock hard cock. This time I let her keep working at it, and was +amused to see Lisa calmly pick up the short tassled whip and +without warning bring it up in and underhand stroke between +Julie's widely spread legs making the lashes slap in the bound +woman's exposed and now aroused pussy, around the spreader +which I had left fastened in place. The sudden and unexpected +pain from the whip, both from striking her pussy as well as +making the spreader bounce around, made Julie try to cry out +around my cock which was filling her mouth, and suck for all +she was worth. Again and again Lisa brought the short little +whip up into Julie's poor pussy, and the effect as she +responded to the pain was the most fantastic cock sucking I had +ever experienced. I exploded into a violent orgasm that sent +loads of cum into Julie's mouth, causing her to gag while still +another blow from the whip made her try to scream. As my orgasm +subsided Lisa stopped whipping the tied woman and turning to me +said "I'll bet that's the best head you've ever had. It's +amazing how enthusiastic a woman can be at sucking cock when +she is getting her pussy whipped at the same time." "I must +confess that I do even better when Julie whips me on my pussy - +she seems to have a better knack for it or I'm more sensitive +or something. At any rate when she has me spread wide open and +uses that whip on my pussy it seems as if the pain makes me +want to do anything I can to make it stop, including sucking on +a cock, a pussy, an asshole - anything." I had to agree that +her whipping of Julie's exposed pussy had certainly produced +positive results. "Well, I'm afraid my time with Julie is about +up" said Lisa almost sadly as she untied the blond's legs and +opened the top of the stocks that had held her captive. Almost +as though she had not been tormenting her just moments before, +Lisa put her arm around Julie to help her up. "Sorry if I gave +you a rough time sweetness, but it is ever so delightful to +make you scream and twitch your ass." + Turning to me she explained "the important thing about our +game is to always remember that we all care very much about +each other - the fun and games are great, but we never do any +permanent damage or cause really severe pain, and most of all, +after each session, we are the best of friends." And true +enough, as the two women relaxed on the couch there was no +animosity and it was clear that they were indeed close friends. + + Chapter IV + As I arrived at Bob and Julie's house the next weekend I was +suprised to find Lisa already there. As we sat around relaxing, +Julie explained that if it was alright with me the scenario +would be different than usual, and that she would be the star +of the evening. My curiosity was aroused. Lisa took me aside +and explained that she and Julie were AC-DC and with Stephen's +knowledge frequently got it on. Julie had had the opportunity +to see the 'Story of "O"' some time ago, and had been intrigued +by the idea of having her sex parts pierced and adorned with +rings. Although both women enjoyed both roles of the S&M +scene, in actuality, Julie was the more submissive, and had +apparently dwelt on the idea of being subservient and as part +of that role, being pierced and wearing rings which she could +not remove. + The women had gone to a jewelry store as well as a medical +supply house and had secured all the necessary equipment. The +plan tonight was that given the nature of what she wanted, +Julie would be given one last chance to reconsider, after which +she would be placed in restraints and at the disposal of any of +us, but especially Lisa, who at some point during the evening +would pierce her and put the rings they had purchased in place. + We all discussed the idea, and Julie seemed as turned on as +the rest of us. "I know it will hurt me badly" she said, "but +the fear of that pain makes it all the more delicious." + Bob was intrigued by the idea as he hugged Julie and stroked +her hair. "If she gets out of line now, all I'll have to do is +pull on a nipple ring or fasten her to the bed by her cunt". +Julie gave a little giggle which showed that even that idea +intrigued her. + "Well I want to make absolutely sure that you've made up your +mind Julie" said Lisa. "Once we actually get started there is +no going back, and I want to be sure you know what you're +^etting yourself into". "Oh I've thought about it" replied +Julie, "and while it's scary as hell, I want to do it, and +Lisa, I want you to be the one that does it to me". + "I guess I should be flattered" said Lisa "but I think that +as part of the evening we should give you one final chance to +back out." + Lisa went on to explain that since it was only about 6:15, +there was plenty of time for her to use Julie as she deemd fit, +and she wanted one more chance to make sure Julie was +absolutely certain. She took Julie by the hand and pulled her +to the center of the room. "Strip" she orderd, and Julie +dutifully began to remove her clothing. She then cuffed Julie's +hands behind her and put cuffs on her ankles although they were +left unconnected. Finally she put a punishment hood over the +woman's head which blocked out all sight and forced a penis gag +deep into her mouth. "spread your legs Julie" ordered Lisa, to +which Julie obeyed, spreading her legs as far as she could, and +exposing her pussy to view. Lisa produced a needle from her +purse, and began to fondle and play with Julie's pussy. She +rubbed the hairy mound, insinuated her fingers between the lips +of the restrained woman's vulva, and then as the lips of +Julie's pussy began to swell and spread, she began gently +pushing a finger into the exposed vagina. Julie was confused. +She expected torment and was receiving tender caresses. Lisa +did not disappoint her for long. + She finally grapsed one of Julie's labia, and stretching it +out ward, without warning jabbed it with the needle, drawing +just a speck of blood. Julie jerked and bucked and a muffled +scream came from behind the gag. "That's what what you want is +going to feel like Julie" said Lisa lovingly as she again +gently carressed and fondled the captive woman's exposed vulva. +"I want you to remem ber that and think about if for a while before +you make a final decision". At that point she proceeded +to place Julie into her restraint position. + She strapped a heavy belt around her waist, and using affixed rings, + applied the barbed crotch strap. This was really just a +jewelry chain that had links with twisted ends, attached at +each end to a strap. Ordering Julie to spread her legs, Lisa +applied the tormenting device. It was fastened to a ring at the +rear of the belt, brought up between Julie's widely spread +legs, and likewise fastened, loosely at first to the ring at +the front of the belt. + Lisa then, using thumb and forefing rudely parted the lips of +the bound woman's pussy, at the same time tightening the strap. +The chain was brought up to nestle tightly between Julie's +pussy lips so that the barbed links would cause the most pain +to her tender inner membranes. + Julie gasped as Lisa gave a final sharp tug to the adjusting +strap and released her hold on the outer cuntlips. The chain +was now buried out of sight in Julie's pussy, and Julie's +contortions showed that it was doing its job. + Lisa then forced Julie down onto the floor next to the table, +clipped her ankles to the handcuff chain behind her back and +finally attached the punishment hood to a ring fastend to the +leg of the table. Julie was in a most uncomfortable position +with her legs drawn up and her head fastened down. "I'm going +to leave you here for exactly thirty minutes and I want you to +think about your fate. If you want to back out, I'll give you +one and only one chance then. Otherwise, well, now at least you +know what's in store for you" warned Lisa. + +We left Julie lying bound on the floor and retired to the +playroom. Lisa felt that a little fun and games while we were +letting Julie think things over might be in order, and she +suggested that a little punishment might help get her even more +excited to go to work on Julie. "Which one of you wants to put +me through my paces for the next thirty minutes or so" she +asked jauntily. Bob told me to go ahead, and I quickly +obliged. I was already turned on both from watching her with +Julie thus far as well as from anticipation of what was still +to come. I faced her and began unbuttoning her blouse, +remembering as I did our first night and how she had asked me +to clamp her nipples. I carressed her perfect breasts, gently +at first then with more and more force until she began to +squirm, trying to get away from the pain in her tits. I +finished removing her blouse and bra, leaving her naked from +the waist up, and stopped to admire her body. She began to +blush as Bob and I openly stared at her tits, but I could tell +it turned her on, her nipples, without even being touched were +puckered and hard. + I tried a new toy on Lisa - a simple wooden rod with wrist +straps at each end and a collar at the center. The device was +simple the bar was placed at the nape of the neck and the +collar fastened in place. + Lisa's arms were spread wide and completely horizontal so her +wrists could be strapped. The result was that she was fastened +with her arms straight out, held by the rod. I took advantage +her position to devote my attention to her breasts, now even +more prominent due to the way her arms were stretched. I toyed +with the nipples, alternating between gentle, loving caresses +and violent pinching and twisting which caused Lisa to hiss +through clenched teeth. I settled for simple wooden clothes +pins on each nipple which brought a gasp from the bound woman +and caused her to shake her head as I attached each one. I +unfastened her skirt and peeled her slip and panties down, +leaving her completely naked, and I finished her restraints by +fastening her into the spreader bar. + Once again she blushed as Bob and I openly stared at her +exposed pussy and then took turns fondling it and worrying her +clit. We each finger fucked her in the ass and cunt, and +pinched her pussy lips and clit. The fact that she was helpless +to resist added to the erotic impact. I told her that she was +going to be whipped and offered her a gag. She accepted, not +wanting Julie to hear her scream, and I selected the inflatible +pear gag. A simple device that looked much more harmless than +it was. Once inserted into the prisoner's mouth it was inflated +with a small handpump, much like a blood pressure device. It +absolutely filled and dis-tended Lisa's mouth to the point that +the plea was obvious in her eyes. + Bob brought out the silken thonged whip and began flogging her +tits, while I got the short strap and inflicted punishment on +her pussy, from both the front as well as behind, taking +delight in her squeals and jumping antics every time the thong +found its way between her now pouting pussy lips to slap her +most secret place. Soon her pussy was swollen from the whip and +her breasts had streaks of red, most of which crossed her +nipples, attesting to the punishment they had received from +Bob. Lisa stood in her restraints sweating freely from the +exertions caused by her double whipping. + Bob went to check on Julie, while I continued to work on Lisa. +I removed the gag, at which Lisa groaned in relief, licking her lips. + I continued to play with the helpless beauty. When I toyed +with her pussy, sore from its whipping instead of flinching, +she groaned and arched herself forward, pushing her mound into +my cupped hand. Her pussy was soaking wet. "You must love +getting your pussy whipped" I whispered to her. "Oh God, I do" +she hissed, "especially when you do it". I continued to play +with her pussy with one hand, and her swollen tits with the +other. "Please, I need my pussy hurt some more" she whispered. +I obliged by clipping a clothespin on each of her swollen lips, +and on the hood of her clit. The result was almost wild +thrashing back and forth. Bob came back just in time to watch +Lisa'a obscene dance as she jerked her pelvis back and forth +trying to shake off the pain in her private parts. I put a ball +gag back in place, and we resumed whipping her, both on her ass +as well as her tits and clipped pussy. We laid her backwards +over a coffee table, which caused her venus mound to be +prominent. Both Bob and I further humiliated her by examining +in detail and playing with her pussy. We spread her lips, +pinched her inner lips and clit, toyed with the opening to her +vagina and finger fucked her, and finally I pushed a butt plug +into her ass. Bob continued to finger fuck Lisa and caused her +to blush even more when he told her he could feel the butt plug +inside her through her pussy. She was obviously turned on at +being so shamefully exposed and used, and helpless to do +anything about it. + It was soon time to return to Julie so we unfastend Lisa from +her restraints. Bob went to see how Julie was doing while I +spent some time with Lisa before releasing her entirely. I +removed the gag, and she gasped, obviously relieved. Before +freeing her from her restraints I carressed her, gently +fondling her red breasts and licking her rock hard nipples. + "You are one sexy woman when you get whipped" I told her. She +replied by kissing me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth +and rubbing her swollen pussy up against me. I gently fondled +her breasts and nipples which caused her to groan and rub +herself harder agaianst me. "This is so nice" she said, "but I +guess I had better tend to Julie". She dressed and joined Bob +and I in front of the tied and hooded Julie. Lisa removed the +hood and gag, and then pulled Julie to her feet after releasing +her ankles. + "Moment of truth darling" said Lisa without any sarcasm, and +showing Julie three gold rings, "It's your choice, and you have +to tell me now. Do we forget the whole thing or do we go ahead, +and remember, this is your last chance to say no". + Julie ran her tongue over her lips which were dry and tender +from the gag, and said "I'm just as scared as ever, but I still +want to do it". Lisa looked at her briefly and then kissed her +in a long, deep kiss, holding her tightly. "I'm going to hurt +you darling" she whispered to Julie. + "Yes" hissed Julie in response "hurt me, I want you to hurt me +a lot and I want to wear your rings". + Lisa began with a severe whipping. She had fastened Julie in a +standing spread eagle position under the pulleys, and using +different implements of punishment was whipping her on all +parts of her body except her nipples and pussy. Even when she +used the silk whip on Julie's breasts she was careful not to +strike the nipples. It was obvious she was saving those +sensitive areas for later. She then placed Julie in the +punishment bra and brought out the studded dildo on the +extendable stand. Soon Julie was left standing on tip toes, her +breasts being punished by the studded cups of the leather tit +harness, while she tried desperately to expel the large ribbed +dildo that was forced into her gaping pussy. Lisa finalized the +tormet by placing a small metal clip on Julie's inner labia, +over her clit. Julie gasped and started to yell. The double +pain in her vulva, from the cone shaped dildo, coupled with the +pinching of her clit was causing her to twist and buck in her +restraints in a futile effort to expel the double intrusion. To +no avail. Nor was Lisa finished with her. + +She let Julie off of the standing dildo, but it was not out of +compassion. She forced her to bend over, and inserted a six +inch butt plug deep in the bound woman's ass. Julie gasped and +tried to move away, but she was securely fastened. Lisa +returned her to the standing spread position and reintroduced +the dildo. Julie began screaming and tossing her head from +side to side. If the dildo had hurt her pussy before, now the +pain was double because of the plug occupying her ass. Lisa +finished this particular torment by strapping Julie's ass and +legs, each blow caused her to thrash on the dildo, causing +excruciating pain as her swollen labia and vagina rubbed +against the sharp studs of the dildo. + When Lisa removed the tormenting devices and let Julie down, +the bound woman was sweating profusely. Again the contrast, as +she let her down, the two women kissed in a long deep kiss. +Lisa knew how to hurt, and Julie loved it. + Finally she led Julie, hands cuffed behind her to the +punishment table in the "playroom". By the time she was +finished, Julie couldn't even twitch. Arms were fastened tautly +over her head, her legs were spread as wide as possible and +raised to the point that her ass was coming off the table, and +her head was +lowered over the other end. Her breasts and pussy were on +prominent and helpless display and she knew it. A wide strap +was added around her waist which made bucking impossible. I +could not help but admire Lisa's handiwork. Julie was comletely +helpless and completely spread open to view and to Lisa's +attentions. + The way she was fastened she could only stare at the ceiling, +while Bob, Lisa and I walked around her, fondling her and +toying with her private parts, all of which she was helpless to +resist. I toyed with her pussy which was starting to gape, +rubbing the lips and gently inserting my finger into her +vagina. I don't know whether it was my attentions or the +thought of her coming torment, but she was lubricating freely +and obvioulsy excited. Lisa took over upon returning from a +brief departure, and I noticed that she carried a razor and +shaving cream. "Before I do anything else, I'm going to shave +that pussy of yours" she said as she stroked Julies exposed and +distended cunt. She applied the foam and with sure strokes soon +as Julie's private parts completely bare. Both Bob and I looked +closely at her handiwork. The effect of the shaving, together +with the way Julie was bound, caused every detail of her sex to +be completely exposed. Her labia had already begun to pout. + Spreading her inner lips exposed her clitoris and vagina, all +of which we played with, alternating between gentle caresses +and sharp pinching and twisting, which brought groans from the +bound and helpless woman. + "I'm not going to gag you because I want to hear you scream," +said Lisa as she lovingly played with Julies nipples and pussy. + "I know how much this is going to hurt you, but when it's over +you'll truly be my slave" said Lisa. "Please, make me scream +and make me your slave" whispered Julie. + Without further conversation, Lisa brought forth the equipment +she and Julie had purchased. First she produced some gauze and +rubbing alcohol and vigourously sterilized Julie's nipples. + "Do you want to be ringed in your left or right pussy lip" +asked Lisa as she began to fondle Julie's vulva. "Whatever you +prefer" replied Julie demurely. Lisa began the sterilizing +process on the captive woman's pussy paying special attention +to the right lip, and causing Julie to gasp as the alcohol +stung the sensitive tissues. Lisa produce a special kind of +surgical clamp that had a hold through the grasping part, and +without further comment began to fondle Julie's left nipple +erect. When she was satisfied she placed the clamp over the +nipple and locked it in place, causing Julie to gasp. She +paused to take a piece of leather strapping and place it +between Julie's teeth instructing he to bite down. Holding the +clamp she held Julie's nipple up for inspection and satisfied, +slowly and deliberately forced a piercing needle through the +nipple. Julie's scream, even with the leather strap in her +mouth was immediate and clear. Before she had a chance to +recover, Lisa forced the gold ring through the hole and locked +the ends together. It now could not be removed without cutting +the metal. Julie followed up by placing some ice against the +small wound, during which time Julie continued to moan and +thrash against her restraints. + Without hesitation Lisa locked the clamp around Julie's right +nipple at which time Julie protested, spitting out the leather +strap. + "Please no more, I can't stand it. I never thought in would +hurt this much - not again". "Sorry love, but you had your +chance" replied Lisa gently as she swabbed the captive nipple +with alcohol. In spite of Julie's now frantic pleas and her +thrashing against her restraints, Lisa repeated the process +resulting in another lusty scream and a shiny gold ring +dangling from each of Julie's now swollen nipples. There was +very little blood and beyond the panting and moaning of the +victim, it was apparent that no real damage had been done. + Lisa proceeded to the final stage of the plan and devoted her +attention to Julie's pussy. And this was not difficult since +the way Julie was fastened left her vulva as the most obvious +part of her body. Again, Julie begged and pleaded, offering +anything to have her pussy spared the fate of her now prettily +adorned tits. It was to no avail, and Lisa proceeded with her +preparations. She again swabbed the labia and surrounding areas +with alcohol, and began rubbing the pussy lip to get it to +swell to prominence. She was not disappointed. Even with the +fear of the forthcoming pain, Julie responded sexually and the +lips of her pussy became engorged and began to swell and pout, +separating freely now because of the way she was spread open. +Lisa took the clamp and carefully manipulating the right lip of +Julie's pussy, pulled it up and away from her body, snapping +the clamp in place. + Now as she manipulated the clamp she was able to pull the lip +of Julie's defenseless vulva straight away from her body, +forcing it taut. Once again, without warning she pushed the +piercing needle through the captive flesh bringing forth an +even more intense scream that before. The gold ring was +fastened into place and the clamp removed. + Her ordeal over, Julie lay panting and sweating in her straps +while we inspected the handiwork. Each nipple sported a +matching gold ring, which passed right through the meaty part +of the nipple. Her pussy was adorned with a ring that passed +cleanly through her right labia without injuring any of the +sensitive inner tissues. + I resisted the urge to touch it since the new wound still was +obviously quite painful, but the thoughts of the possibilities +in future B&D bouts flashed through my mind. I could just +visualize Julie, hands cuffed behind her and tethered by the +ring in her pussy. + Julie was freed and she and Bop settled down to the couch to +rest after her ordeal. Lisa joined me on the other couch and +began to carress me, whispering in my ear how aroused she was +at having pierced and ringed Julie. "I've never been this +turned on over any of our games" she said. "It feels like I own +Julie's tits and pussy, and the thought of the pain I caused +made me almost have an orgasm." I returned the carresses, not +willing to disappoint any woman as turned on and as beautiful +as Lisa. I rubbed her breasts through her clothing and began to +unbutton her blouse. She was almost feverish. When I unfastened +her bra and freed her breasts she arched her back pushing her +breast against the palm of my hand. She groaned freely as I +bent over her to suck the fiercly erect nipple and flog it with +my tongue. As I slid my hand along her leg under her skirt she +eagerly spread her legs as far as the skirt would allow, +gasping as I fingered the lips of her pussy through her +panties. She impatiently arched herself up to let me peel her +panties down and clutched me tightly as my hand found her now +naked pussy. There was no doubt she was turned on - her pussy +was dripping wet and the lips easily parted as I moved my +fingers past to explore the inner lips and fondle her clit. We +stopped to retire to the spare bedroom and completely undress. +Lisa was absolutely beautiful lying on the bed naked. Before I +joined her she made it clear that she still wanted some of the +bondage and discipline. "Stephen I want you to fuck me" she +said, "but first, please chain me to the bed." As I left to get +some restraints to round out our lovemaking she added, "and +please, I'm so hot, bring some toys - I need to be hurt a +little." + +CHAT4.TXT 21.21 K, 21724 charact, 3972 wds, 377 lns, 02/30/88 + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/chester.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/chester.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2b28c979 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/chester.fun @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +[*]========================================================================[*] + > CHESTER'S GUIDE TO: < + > Picking Up Little Girls < + > -by Chester the Molester < +[*]=========================================================================[*] + + Have you ever hung out around playgrounds wishing you could just sweep some +little girl off of her feet,drag her to some isolated area,and force her to have +sex with you? If you have,you are not alone! There are many people out there +just like you(no joke)! There are even organizations formed for this purpose! +Organizations like the M-B.L.A (Man-Boy Love Association),and my favorite,the +Female Society (aka: United Lesbian Organization,which boasts 762 minor +members!)...boy oh boy,wouldn't I like to get my mits on all that muff? +Anyway,on with the show! + +[1] Where to find 'em + + Girls 9 and under frequent playgrounds. These types are tight and almost +always bleed (unless her daddy beat you to the pie). I reccomend the use of a +lubricant (ask her her favorite flavor;then tell her to lick it off). I have +found that they have a tendency to yell;just belt 'em across the mouth a couple +of times. Many can be enticed with gifts of candy or the promise of a Cabbage +Patch Doll(which you,of course will not give to them). Still more can be found +in school;when they go out for recess, just grab a couple(bring friends). Many +will not swallow,so unless you wanna see a perfectly good load of jiz spit on +the ground,fuck them 1st mouth later...Just imagine little Sissy's parents' +surprise about 3 months later! hahaha! But actually,you are doing her a +favor!(yes,yes you are!) Just think,in about 5-10 years when shes all grown +up,and her friends are bragging about getting fucked at 15,she can say "Well I +lost it when I was 8!!!" + + 11-14 year olds: + + You can be a loser,and ugly as shit,but most girls between these ages will do +*anything* you want if you seem interesting enough. Take them to a weight +room,and let 'em watch He-Man work out. Let them try to do what you do,and,if +you are not a pussy,they will not be able to lift the "amazing tonage" you have +so easily lofted into the air,thus arousing their interes. in you. Tell them +how you phreak,and run up other peoples fone bills,show them a couple of philes +on how to make bombs, & brag about how you steal software from companies,just +like on WAR GAMES (call up an AE line,and download something + tell them about +the risk you are taking,and about how you spent countless hours hacking at the +system to get the password!) After all this,get them alone for a while(in the +car is good).When you ar2 sure no-one is around,start kissing her and the rest +is history! + + 15-20 year olds: + + Never try to force it on anyone in this age group,you'll probably get a swift +slug in the left testical. There are 3 main types in this age group: + + (1) sluts --> wear a ton of make-up,have huge sagging tits,and can be readily +identified by rather large pocket books. To get in the sack with one of these +honeys, just get her alone, pull out your dick and say in a commanding voice: + + "SUCK, BITCH" If she looks shocked,break the ice by saying: + + "HEY,BUT BE CAREFUL OR HE MIGHT SPIT AT YA'!" or "HIS NAME'S THADIUS,WHAT'S +YOUR'S?" or,if all else fails "PLEASE?" + + (2) normal --> wear conservative clothing,always a bra and slip,are very +conservative in wearing perfume or makeup; being the vile pervert you are,these +are the hardest to "sack" and have commonly taken up to 2.5 YEARS to get into +bed. The best and quickest way to get these babes is at gunpoint. + + (3) new-wave --> wear that hideous bright clothing that they somehow manage to +look extremely fuckable in.Not always liberal on the makeup line,but you can +smell 'em a mile away. These babes are my personal favorite,as you can leave +'em when ever you want;many will get into 3-somes(bring a frien) .They often +frequent shopping malls,look in stores like: THE GAP,CHESS KING,etc... try to +get a cheer-leader... My favorite pick-up line for this type is: "I've got a +penis,wanna touch it?" + + BAIT: candy,money,walkmans,sex-toys,big penises,costume jewelry(tell 'em it's +real),muscles. + + GOOD LUCK AND GOOD HUNTIN'! + CHESTER. + + + ^ + /--------/ + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/cindy.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/cindy.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5127dba1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/cindy.txt @@ -0,0 +1,473 @@ + +Cindy Does her Best Friend's Dad +by Steve Jensen + +Original text from R&E's BBS (216)726-2620 + +It was early Saturday morning. Dan Flanagan had slept in late +since his wife and daughter were away visiting his Mother-in-law +for the weekend. His first big chore of the day was to clean the +pool He was on his way to the back when the doorbell rang. + +"Is Maureen home?" cheerfully asked the young girl at the door that +he recognized as Cindy, his daughter's girlfriend. Cindy was +wearing an oversize t-shirt covering her bikini, carrying a beach +towel and a tote bag. + +"She is at her grandmother's this weekend." + +"Oh, I forgot!" Cindy lied, a look of disappointment on her face. + +"But you can still use the pool if you like. I was just going to +run the vacuum out there." Dan couldn't help but feel a chill run +up his spine as he spoke with the young girl. At 15, the same age +as his daughter, Cindy was one of the most attractive teenagers he +had seen. She was also a flirt. He wasn't sure if it was innocent +or by design, but she had always managed to arouse him when she had +come to dinner or stayed over at their house. + +It seemed that every time that she stayed over night, she always +managed to be in scanty pajamas when he was around. Once, he was +treated to an entire evening trying to watch TV while Cindy sat in +the chair across from him. Only to his view were her legs slightly +parted, just enough for him to see the crotch of her panties and +her smooth, white thighs. On a couple of occasions, she seemed to +have caught him looking, but she met his glance with a sexy wink +and a smile. He didn't know what to do - he was almost sure that +she was doing it on purpose -- flirting with him -- but he couldn't +afford to let his wife and daughter find out something was going +on, innocent or not. + +Now she stood at the door, about to enter the house knowing he was +the only one home. + +"That's great, Mr. Flanigan. Thanks. I was looking forward to +working on my tan!" + +Cindy had found out at an early age that she had the power to +seduce men. An exceptionally cute little girl, whose mother had +entered her in beauty contests since she was old enough to walk, +she had managed at age ten to seduce a 17-year-old boy who had been +paid to babysit her. The boy had been chosen because his sister +was sick and because he was a perfect kid who no one would ever +suspect of doing any thing sexual with a young girl - and normally +he wouldn't have - but this wasn't an ordinary little girl. + +Cindy's tactic was pretty much the same as the one she continued +to use: innocent flirting. She lay on the floor in front of the +TV wearing only her panties and a long t-shirt over them. +Gradually, the t-shirt would climb up her thighs until he had a +good view of her crotch. She watched his reactions in the +reflection of the TV as he sat in the chair behind her. Then when +she got up to use the bathroom, she came back with nothing under +her t-shirt. She let the shirt climb up her legs until he got a +perfect view of her round little ass. When she was sure he had his +eyes glued to her, she raised both legs and moved them apart, +giving him a perfect view of her crack. + +The boy had told her that she should get some pajama's on, but +Cindy convinced him it was okay and even ended up on the chair in +his lap, her t-shirt pulled above her waste. The boy had lost his +usual discipline and fingered at her bald little pussy. She +eventually ended up jacking him off - for the first time seeing a +stiff cock erupt its' load all over her bald little pussy. + +From there she had continued to expand her knowledge of sex by +seducing older men. An uncle had taught her to suck cock and her +sixth-grade teacher had been the first to sink his cock deep into +her virgin cunt. + +It had always been her idea to play around sexually. And now she +was gonna do it with her best friend's dad! + +Cindy lay on her stomach on the lounge clad only in her string +bikini. Her long blonde hair was tied in pony tails on each side +of her head so that it wouldn't keep the sun off her shoulders. +She watched as Dan Flanagan worked around the pool. He was dressed +in tight trunks and wore a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned, showing his +hairy chest. + +"Mr. Flanagan, could you help me with this lotion?", she asked with +all the sweet innocence she could muster. + +Dan sat in the chair beside her and rubbed some of the lotion onto +his hands. While he did so, Cindy undid the tie that held the top +of her swimsuit on. + +"I hate string marks." she exclaimed. + +Dan rubbed lotion until he had covered her back and sides. An +occasional finger would make contact with a half-bare breast. She +didn't flinch or complain. He wondered if maybe he was letting +himself in for a lot of trouble. As he questioned his ideas about +this girl, she reached back and untied the stings that held her +bottom on. She folded down the back of her bikini bottom and +looked back at Dan with her most flirting smile said, "I don't want +to be a cotton-tail, either." + +Dan was speechless as he sat their viewing what had to be the most +perfect teenage ass in the world. His hands rubbed in a circular +motion as he covered her buns with the lotion, and then her thighs. +He allowed his hands to slip occasionally between them and Cindy +accommodated him by moving her legs slightly apart. Soon he found +himself with his fingers buried in her crack. + +"Is this something that your boyfriend usually takes care of?", he +asked. + +"No, I don't have one, Mr. Flanigan.", she responded as he +continued fingering her hole. Her beautiful body was second only +to her flirty personality. She looked at him with her beautiful +eyes and sly, sexy smile and asked, "Do you know why I don't have +a boyfriend?" + +He knew she was flirting with him. The temptation was great but +He knew he had already gone to far with an underage girl and didn't +want to risk ending up on the wrong side of the law. He knew he +had already gone way too far. + +"No, seriously, do you know why I don't have a boyfriend?" + +"Why Cindy?", he asked, patronizing the girl. + +She reached over and gently rubbed his crotch, "Because, all the +boys my age don't have this much cock!" She giggled. "Like, they +stick it in, cum two seconds later, and then tell all their friends +how they drilled you to the madras." she explained. I like older +men. + +He felt his rod start to harden. Cindy started to stretch out +completely with her legs now spread obscenely. Talking to him with +her mouth just inches away from his cock she said, "I want you to +fuck me, Mr. Flanigan." + +"Come with me into the house." he said, "We sure don't need someone +seeing us together like this." + +"This is it!", she thought to herself. She was on the verge of +getting fucked by Maureen's dad. She had dreamed of it for so +long, now it was going to happen! + +"You know," she said as she got up and lead the way in the house, +"I've been thinking about this for a long time." + +He couldn't believe this was really happening. She gathered her +bikini and headed indoors at a rapid trot. She had the most +beautifully shaped butt he had ever seen. Dan got up and followed +her indoors. He just caught a glimpse of her as she headed up the +stairs to the bedrooms. He decided he would take a minute and lock +the downstairs doors - just in case. This would be the worst time +for someone to walk in. + +Dan first looked in the master bedroom for Cindy, but didn't find +her there. He looked in the guest room -- no luck either. Then +he went in his daughter's room to find that she had dropped her +bikini on the floor and closed the bathroom door. He sat on the +bed and waited for her to come out. When she did, Dan got a shock. +She looked just like his daughter. + +Both girls did look something alike anyway, same color hair and +eyes, same size and build. Maureen liked to wear her hair in pony +tails on either side and this is how Cindy had her's fixed. She +was Maureen's flannel nightshirt that had her name on it. + +"Did I scare you, Mr. Flanigan?", she asked. + +"I wasn't expecting that," he replied. "How come you're dressed +like Maureen?" + +"Like I thought that when we did it you could pretend that I was +her. Don't you ever fantasize about doing it with your daughter?" + +"Uh, well, not really," he replied. But the small note of +hesitancy carried across in his voice and Cindy picked up on it. + +"Like, I've heard all Daddys think about doing it with their +daughters. Not all do, or would even do it if they had the chance. +But I think that at one time or another they think about it. You +can tell me anything because now we are gonna have a lot of deep +secrets between each other anyway." + +"You seem wise beyond your years, young lady," he replied in an +advisory tone. + +"So have you thought about what it would be like to do it with +Maureen?" she continued. Now she was sitting on the bed beside +Dan, her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms around them. Dan +could see that there was nothing underneath the nightshirt. He +reached beneath it and sent his hand between her thighs. + +She spread her legs slightly to accommodate him, now leaning back +and bracing herself on her hands behind her. Dan fondled the +teenager's mound, once again sinking a finger into her hole. This +didn't distract the young girl from her line of questioning. +"Well?" She persisted. + +"Since you're THAT interested," Dan submitted, "Uh, I haven't +really thought about doing it with Maureen but I have thought about +watching her do it with a boy." He stopped for a minute, then +quickly added, "When she is old enough to do it. And I wouldn't +want her to know I was watching." + +Cindy giggled. "Old enough? Well, I think you missed the date if +you're waiting for her to get old enough." + +"You mean she is already doing it with boys?" Dan felt a little +short of breath and wasn't sure if it was shock or excitement. +Cindy was now laying back, resting on her elbows, her legs apart, +as Dan continued to sink his finger into her tight little cunt. +He could feel her cunt tighten when she giggled and he knew when +he got his cock in her it was going to be heaven. + +"I shouldn't tell on Maureen.", Cindy said, giggling again. + +"Listen, little girl," Dan said in a lecturing tone, "I told you +my secret... this is no time to be holding out." + +"Okay. I guess we both will have a secret then. Well, um, like +what you want to do I have already done!" Cindy said, her +indirectness coming across in a tone of embarrassment. + +"What do you mean? You have done what?", Dan asked. + +"Well, um, I have watched Maureen do it with a boy.", she replied. + +"When? Who was she with? Tell me the details. Were you on a +double date or what?", Dan questioned the girl eagerly, now more +aggressively fingering her cunt. + +"Well", she replied, "she was staying overnight a couple of months +ago when my brother was home from school. He 19 and goes to +college. After she thought I was asleep, she got up and snuck into +his room. I knew something was up 'cuz she had been flirting with +him all night -- the same kind of stuff I do to you when I stay +over." + +Well, our bathroom connects our two rooms." She continued "At first +I went into the bathroom and just listened. After a while, I could +hear the bed squeaking so I opened the door a little bit. I +watched until my brother got off and Maureen started moaning. Then +I went back to my room and pretended to be asleep when Maureen came +back into bed. I couldn't sleep. + +"I was so excited -- I had actually seen my brother's beautiful +buns as he pumped the living shit out of my best friend -- I +couldn't sleep. So when I was sure that she was asleep, I felt up +under her shirt -- the same one I have on now -- and felt her up. +I wanted to see if my brother had came in her. Boy, had he ever! +She was drenched with it. Like I am not into other girls or +anything but knowing Jason's, uh, that's my brother's cum was in +her made me do it. I got it all over my hand and then fingered +myself, getting his cum up my cunt too. I figured it was the only +time that I would ever get my brother's cum in my hole." + +Dan was beyond control now. He had never been this excited. His +fingering of Cindy had gotten her pumping her teen little ass as +she told him about his daughters' exploits. Now his rod was stiff +as a lead pipe beneath the swimsuit he still had on. He stood and +pulled the suit off, exposing himself to the girl for the first +time. As if in reciprocation, she removed the nightshirt, exposing +her budding little breasts. + +They were small and firm. As she wriggled the shirt over her head, +he felt the saliva in his mouth accumulate and he had to swallow. +She still looked a lot like his daughter and the sight sent spastic +shock waves to his cock, as if it couldn't finish hardening +fast enough. He noticed the a faded tan line right above her small +triangular island of pubic hair. He felt the blood rush to his +head. She was smiling as she jumped up and wrapped her legs +around his waist. She flung her arms around his neck and stuck her +tongue deep into his mouth. She seemed so light and small. + +Her breathing got incredibly heavy. He layed her back down on the +bed as she buried her face in the hair on his chest. + +His cock was standing straight up. He felt Cindy's juices on his +leg as she rubbed her pussy on his thigh. "I want you to fuck me, +Mr. Flanigan, oooh, I want you fuck me deep, please." His shaft +was harder than he could remember. He knew he couldn't contain +himself much longer. He swallowed one of her luscious little tits +whole. + +"Daddy!", she gasped, still pretending to be his daughter. She +reached down and felt his rock hard tool. She continued to talk in +breathy whispers, "Oh, God", she breathed. She grabbed his tool +with her hand, her fingers just barely making it all the way +around. + +"Oh please, oh please, oh please, Mr. Flanigan," she continued. +"Mmmmmm, she sighed, "God it's so big, it's so hard." She began to +stroke his cock up and down with both hands. When he couldn't take +it any more, he grabbed one leg in each hand and spread her wide. + +"Oh Daddy, ram it in, ram it in", she practically screamed. He +positioned himself over her and just touched her drenched little +island of hair. "Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, please, yes." She sounded as +if she was crying. The tip of his shaft rubbed her soft mound, but +He couldn't yet feel the opening. + +She lifted her legs straight back to her shoulders as she pulled +on his cock with both hands toward her cunt, the teenager was +definitely experienced in helping a cock find it's mark. "Uoooh, +Mr. Flanigan, put it in!" + +But Dan had other ideas. Before he fucked this little girl he +wanted to taste her and see her. He moved down so that his face +was between her thighs. He gazed at her cuntal hole. She didn't +have that much hair so it was easy to see. Her lips were together +much like a virgin. With his tongue flat He licked her hot little +box from the beginning of her asshole all the way up to her budding +little clitoris. "Mmmmmmm" she moaned while biting her upper lip. +Cindy started rotating her hips as his licking increased in tempo. +He gave her a deep stab with his tongue. + +"OOOOOHHHHH!!!" she exclaimed, "Again, please, again" she said as +she grabbed his hair and tried to shove his face inside. He began +to eat her furiously. "Oh, yes, put your tongue inside" +Her pussy tightened around his tongue as He opened his mouth wider +and stuck his tongue in deeper. She began to fuck his face with +surprising power. + +He knew she was close to orgasm. She stood up as he repositioned +himself on the bed with her above him. She turned around and +straddled him, placing her cunt over his throbbing tool. She +braced herself on one arm, reached back with the other and guided +the head of his cock to her opening and inserted just the tip of +it into her slippery box. + +"I want you... no matter what it takes, I'm getting that monster +all of the way inside of me". She said as she positioned herself +straight up over him. He felt his head start to slip in deeper as +Cindy pushed. "God, it's so big," she said as she manuvered on his +member hunching down to get it in. Then with a long grunt she +forced his rock hard head in. "Ooooh mmmyyyyyy gooooddddddd!!!"she +breathed as she began to move up and down very slowly. + +Her pussy was so tight. "When did you lose your virginity?" he +asked. Oblivious to his question she just rocked gently up and +down, and even though most of his tool was still outside of her, +she seemed to enjoy herself just fine. "Cindy, I'm talking to you, +when did you lose your virginity?" + +She barely replied between breaths, "...three years ago... Sixth +grade." + +Squatted over him, she used her body weight to push his gleaming +wet cock back inside of her. "Oh yeah, I love it Mr. Flanigan.", +she said. She started moving up and down as another half inch +disappeared into her sweet canal. She felt herself starting to com +and the extra lubrication enabled her to sink another inch. + +"Ooooooooooo yeah, this is what I needed, a real man." Even though +three quarters of his rock hard shaft remained she began to slide +up and down with a steadily increasing tempo. "It's going in all +the way!", she cried out. "Oh yes, it's going in," she said. +Supporting part of her body weight with her hands on his chest she +began to make slow circles as his cock began to disappear inside +of her. + +She began to rock back and forth on his cock. "Oh yes, Mr. +Flanigan, let me fuck you, just like Maureen fucked my brother.", +she said as she began to pick up speed, "Don't move, oh it feels +really incredible." Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened as +she continued to hammer away at his rock hard shaft. + +Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long +strokes he began to feel an eruption coming on and all he could +think of was getting ALL of his cock up inside of Cindy. Coming up +on one of her long strokes she pulled his cock out of her cunt just +enough to maintain his head just outside as she began to rub the +slippery knob back and forth between her asshole and her pussy +hole. Then she slowly slid it back into her succulent young cunt. +Penetrating her again felt like breaking new ground for the second +time. Going in, he felt his foreskin pulled all the way back +exposing his head inside of her. The sensation was unreal. Then she +stopped. He wondered if anything was wrong but she just stood +there motionless with her eyes closed. + +He looked at her, she was beautiful, I mean a really beautiful +girl blooming into womanhood. She looked so much like his own +daughter. Then slowly she opened her eyes and looked at me and +said, "I want you to get on top of me and fuck me until it hurts, +fuck me like a whore." + +That was all he needed to hear. As He rolled on top of her little +teenage body he wondered how it must have been for the guys fucking +his daughter. He got on top and positioned his hands on her ass +cheeks. She whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, do what you +want." With that she began to lick his mouth. He started to fuck +with only a fraction of his strength. Her snatch felt so good He +didn't want to turn her off by hurting her. "What are you waiting +for?", she asked, "Put it all the way in. Fuck me like you would +that slut daughter of yours." + +He started to fuck her like he knew he always wanted to fuck his +little girl. "Oh, oh,oooh, yes, oooooooh, that's the way, that's +the way, yes, yes, fuck me.", she moaned. + +He began to pound her letting most of his weight crash her but He +still couldn't get his whole cock inside of her. "Oh please, fuck +me just like that, please don't stop, God it feels so good, break +me in half." He grabbed her ass cheeks tighter and with all of his +strength He pushed the FULL length of his shaft inside of her. It +sounded like the muffle sound of knuckles cracking. + +"Ahh, ahh, oh God, hold it right there", Cindy said, trying to +catch her breath. He looked down to her love hole and He couldn't +believe that all of his meat was inside such a small +opening. "Hold it right there, it hurts but it feels so good. Is +it all the way in?" she asked. + +He looked down to make sure, there was absolutely no space between +them whatsoever. "It's all the way in Cindy." + +"Good," she said, "Now we can take care of business." He began to +ram her with reckless abandon. + +"Uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," said Cindy with each pelvic +crash."Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, Yes, I, Feel, It, Oh, F, Fu, +Fuck, Me, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Me," she continued between +each forceful thrust. She now had her legs wrapped around him +tightly, her feet touching over the small of his back. + +He knew he was about to explode in her. He wondered whether he +should. Was she on birth control? he started to ram her even +harder. She couldn't move anywhere, he had her pinned down and she +loved it. As his eruption got nearer he wondered, should if he +should pull out. It felt so good. "I'm coming," he said. + +"Oh yeah," Cindy replied, "Come baby, flood me with your love +cream. Give me the same cum that started Maureen!" Those very +words were what did it. He exploded inside of her. "Ooooooo, give +it to me all, empty yourself inside of me!", she cried. He wanted +to go even deeper inside of her as his balls quivered with each +burst. "Oh God, I think I'm coming," moaned Cindy, "Oh yes, I think +I'm coming, oh, oh yes, oh please don't stop, please don't stop, +fuck me, please fuck me." + +His hot scum made her cunt feel even better than before. "OH, OH, +YES!, OOOH, AAAH, FUCK ME!", Cindy screamed as she drew closer to +her blissful ecstacy. She began to thrust him obscenely, and her +cunt made wet farting noises as It grabbed his creaming cock. +"AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, +OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!", she screamed as her love box +opened up and her juices flowed. + +By now, Dans' sperm had been churned to a white frothy foam that +covered the young girl's crotch like a slippery lather. As they +stopped and she lay back on the bed, her legs still wide open and +bent at the knees, dan's sperm literally flowed from her wide-open +cunt, down the crack of her ass and onto his daughter's bed. + +"It feels good opened up this way" , Cindy said as she drifted off +to sleep. He looked at her thinking how lucky He was to have been +given this opportunity. She was so beautiful. + +Dan watched the naked girl sleep, admiring her 15 year old body. +He knew that he wouldn't stop with this first fuck. He also knew +that he was probably going to use this opportunity to hear the +details of his daughter's sexual experiences from her best friend +and to realize a long time fantasy -- watching his own teenage +daughter get fucked by a young boy. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circ.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/circ.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..01d7d3a4 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/circ.txt differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circbook.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/circbook.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1c10d49e Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/circbook.txt differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circhst1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/circhst1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d8b4f285 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/circhst1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,191 @@ +OUR BRITISH HERITAGE AND THE SWORD OF ISLAM + + +Two hundred and twenty-six years ago young Warren Hastings was +circumcised....forcibly! Twenty-four year old Warren, along with +three hundred of his fellow English workers at the Old London +Company offices in Cossimbazar, India, was stripped, sodomized, +masturbated and publicly circumcised by the Moghul troops who +overran the British outpost. Warren watched in fascination and +horror as his prepuce was carried away in a bag containing all +three hundred freshly severed foreskins....trophies for the +Moslem Moghuls. Lanky, effeminately handsome Hastings, destined +to become one of Britain's great colonial statesmen, wrote of his +ordeal, "I, myself, was carved...." + +Hastings' carving was not the first time an Englishman had been +circumcised at the hands of Islamic warriors, and it was not to +be the last time. The Arabs, Turks and Afghans as well as the +Moghuls have had their turns at plucking off British prepuces. +In southern India, Ma'ajoon, an intoxicating combination of herbs +was employed during the forced circumcision of captives, +producing stupification and causing the penis to rise; the +aphrodisiac made the ceremony easier and, by being performed on +an erect shaft, preserved much of the foreskin. Tippoo Sultaun, +the tiger of Mysore, used this method on British troops to make +certain they survived and, by incomplete circumcision, to brand +them only partially cleansed; quasi-Mohammedans. As a prison in +the Mysorean dungeons of Swendroog, Cl. Sir David Baird, a +prominent Scottish officer, was thus mutilated along with other +young subalterns. Baird and his fellow captives were seized by +powerful Abyssisian slaves, stripped naked and staked to the +ground, their limbs splayed wide. A white bearded old surgeon +carefully pried his long, craggy fingers into each British penis, +determining the extent of the doomed foreskin. Then the victims' +mouths were forced open, introducing Ma'ajoon. The wily old +circumciser waited patiently. Soon, the drug had taken effect, +and each officer experienced masochistic stimulation; teeth +gritting, fist clenching, eyes transfixed as they watched their +penises rise in anticipation. When each soldier's manhood stood +at full flower, the old man announced, "Praise the lord! Thou +art now to receive the ordinance of El-Knutneh, creating thee all +to True Believer." The razor flashed once over each penis. The +rings of flesh were offered to the fire as liberation to Allah. + +Although circumcision is not mentioned in the Koran, the prophet +Mohammed himself is quoted as saying "It is an ordinance in men +and honorable in women." Many Islamic theologians have insisted +that Mohammed was born circumcised. Most Moslem youths, however, +must wait to become "True Believer" until sometime between their +adolescence and marriage, depending upon the sacred traditions of +the various tribes. In some desert areas, tribesmen include +circumcision in the wedding ceremony, using the bridegroom's +newly-flayed penis in a test of his "manly strength" when he +consummates the marriage. Arab boys look forward to their +impending circumcision, the right of passage, with eager +eroticism, as they mutually masturbate their still-uncircumcised +penises and retract their foreskins to show each other how they +will look once they become "men". + +As with all Semitic races, the Arab tradition of circumcision +predates their modern religion. Historians usually theorize that +the practice of ritual circumcision among Semitics is derived +from ancient Egypt. Little is known about the daily life of the +Egyptians, but proof of circumcision abounds in temple reliefs. +Early Egyptologists assumed that all Egyptian males were +circumcised, but more recently both circumcised and uncircumcised +penises have been found on the unwrapped mummies of pharaohs. +Modern Egyptologists have pondered about just whom among the +Egyptians were circumcised and why". An early Masonic historian, +Godfrey Higgins ("Anacalypsis", London 1836), writes, "Priests +only of the Egyptians were circumcised." Candidates for +priesthood, and for circumcision, were usually chosen from among +puberty-age, virgin boys. Quoting modern Masonic historian, +Manly P. Hall ("Freemasonry of the Ancient Egyptians", Los +Angeles 1936), "In ancient Egypt learning was regarded as a high +privilege and education was under the direction of a small number +of individuals who were organized into bonds, pledges and vows of +secrecy....(a candidate) having applied at Heliopolis, was +referred to the Learned of the Institution at Memphis, and these +sent him to Thebes (where) he was circumcised." + +Some historians have contended that the priests of Egypt were +circumcised as a sacrifice, a forsaking of "sinful pleasures". +However, the concept of sex as sin is not known to have been a +part of the Egyptian religion. What is known is that the +circumcised penis was a symbol of fertility, as can be seen in +temple reliefs throughout Egypt. According to Egyptologist, E. +A. Budge ( The Gods of the Egyptians'. Dover Publications), there +was a very early God of Circumcision whose job was to maintain +the fertility of the Nile banks. Another early Egyptian myth +contended that God circumcised himself and the blood from his +penis fell and created the universe. This myth is thought by +some to be the progenitor of the blood cults, in which animals +were sacrificed. and the blood covenants in the modern Semitic +religions. Another theory, quite unorthodox, holds that the +Great Pyramid (Cheops) was not a tomb at all (it contained no +artifacts, no mummies, etc.) but was a temple of initiation. The +young initiates to the priesthood were, supposedly, led single +file through the narrow passages receiving one initiatory degree +after another and, reaching what is now called the "Queen's +Chamber", they were circumcised and then proceeded up the Grand +Gallery towards the "King's Chamber" and their final degree. The +circumcised priests were the guardians of immortality; symbols of +fertility and life everlasting. + +Sacred circumcision was not unique to Egypt in the ancient world. +According to Higgins the rite was performed on initiates to +secret societies in "Tarnul, Chaldee, Madura and Tibet". An old +text, "Asiatic Studies, Vol. II", refers to a Sacred Mystery +School in earliest Tibet which started the celebration of its +rites with the following herald, "Procul ! Hi 'ne procul c'ete, +profani!" St. Chrystostom (Homelia 33, in Matt.) says, "When we +celebrate the Mysteries, we send away those who are not +initiated, and shut the doors, a deacon exclaiming, 'Far from +hence, ye profane! Close the doors! Thy Mysteries are about to +begin. Things Holy for the saints, hence all dogs''. Disdain for +the profane (the "dog", the uncircumcised male) has trickled down +from the Mystery priests to, centuries later, their Arab +adherents. Amazingly, the Moslems have traditionally used the +term ''Dog'' when referring to the uninitiated; the +uncircumcised. "Christian Dog!'' is a slander which has echoed +across many a battlefield. Islamic fervor, almost from its +beginning, aimed its sword at the offending appendage. As Islam +spread its message across the then-known world, history's +greatest proselytism of the circumcised penis took place and +foreskins were shorn from Spain to India to the East Indies. + +High Islam (600-1100 AD) was a period of great culture and +tolerance for the Moslem world, and that tolerance often extended +to conquered Christian populations. In many countries, Christians +were not forced into conversion, or circumcision, because only +uncircumcised males could legally be taxed and the Arab +Caliphates needed the money. The Moslem rulers of Christian Syria +and Sicily were among the most tolerant in all history only +Moslem Spain forced her Christian sons to shed their foreskins. +Indeed, Omar II (Umayyed Caliphate, 717- 712 AD) even argued +against religious circumcision .... a late version of St. Paul. +Then came the Crusades. The burly, marauding, rapine crusaders +who swept down from the European wilderness were truly barbarian +in the eyes of the Moslems. And, they were "dogs". Their clumsy +plunder was soon met, reluctantly, with calculated cruelty...and +Islam once again lost its tolerance for the uncircumcised penis. +Many a handsome Knight in shining armor was dispatched back to +his cold northern woods without the benefit of his "hood". The +situation deteriorated until, by the time, five centuries later, +British colonialism set its gaze upon Moslem ruled India, it was +"As in Biblical times...", quoting historian Allen Edwardes, +("Jewel in the Lotus", Julian Press 1959), "the slashed prepuces +of the Unbelievers, heaped in mounds following a great battle, in +accordance with the rigid martial code of the Moghul Empire, the +warrior rose in rank according to the number of foreskins he +brought in from the field." At this moment in history, British +prepuce met Sword of Islam. + +As the mighty British Empire expanded and Mother England sent +forth soldiers, adventurers and government clerks, more and more +of her Christian sons returned home with Islamized penises. +Unfortunately, many did not return but instead bled to death as a +result of their foreskin amputation. Phimosis, the condition of +a tight or unretractable prepuce, seemingly had a high incidence +among the English, making cavalier circumcisions by Moslem +swordsmen risky, and as far back as 1661, the Old London Company +realized that her many phimosed employees were in mortal danger. +Knowing it was impossible to protect British foreskins from +zealot Moghuls, the British governor of Madras proclaimed that +all applicants to the Company be "bodily examined" and if a cadet +could not "strip his yard" the company surgeon was obliged to +"clip ye skin entire". Thus, in 1661, the first circumcision of +European Christians by European Christians was commenced, giving +impetus to three hundred years of routine circumcision in the +English speaking world. + +The Old London Company records still exist giving explicit +details about who among her illustrious empire builders were +"clipcocks" and who were "pillcocks" (or, peelcocks; +uncircumcised). These terms gave rise to generations of English +schoolboy humor and playful contention, not to mention curiosity, +between possessors or the two styles of "cocks". For many +generations the "clipcocks", in the minority, suffered great +indignation. Robert Clive, the hero in the British takeover of +India, was angered when his phimosed penis was circumcised by the +company surgeon; "By God, had I known I was to come out here to +be clipped I'd have forsaken pork and procured me a scullcap!" +When taunted by the pillcock cadets in his own company Clive +"...did menace ye offending cadets with his pen-knife, asking who +should be the first in ye loss of his precious skin.'' + +By the early nineteenth century, however, the clipcock became +fashion among the British aristocracy, who wore it as a badge of +honor--proof of serving Throne and Empire in foreign service. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circlist.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/circlist.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c308270e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/circlist.txt @@ -0,0 +1,470 @@ + + + + NAME CUT/UNCUT + AAMES,WILLIE CUT + ABDUL-JABBAR,KAREEM CUT + ADAMS,NICK UNCUT + AGENSO,ANDERS UNCUT + ALI,MUHAMMAD CUT + ALLEN,PETER CUT + ALLEN,WOODY CUT + ALLMAN,GREG CUT + ALLMAN,WAYNE CUT + ALOU,FELIPE UNCUT + ALOU,JESUS UNCUT + ALOU,MATTY UNCUT + ALPERT,HERB CUT + AMSTERDAM,MOREY CUT + ANDRETTI,MARIO UNCUT + PRINCE ANDREW CUT + ARKIN,ALAN CUT + ARNESS,JAMES UNCUT + ARTHUR,ROBERT CUT + ASNER,ED CUT + ATKINS,CHRISTOPHER CUT + BAER,MAX SR. 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PETE UNCUT + WINKLER,HENRY CUT + WYNN,KEENAN CUT + YARBOROUGH,CALE UNCUT + YEAGER,STEVE CUT + YORK,MICHAEL UNCUT + YOUSKEVITCH,IGOR UNCUT + ZAPPA,FRANK CUT + ZIMBALIST,EFREM JR. CUT + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circum.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/circum.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6a0f9e46 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/circum.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ + CIRCUMCISION - An Overview + + by Geoffrey Francis + + + + CIRCUMCISION - the surgical removal of the prepuce, or +foreskin, from the penis - is one of the oldest operations +known to man and, worldwide, is the most commonly performed +operation. It has been practiced through all ages by both +primitive tribes and great civilisations and is widespread +across most of the globe. + + + + Nobody is able to give conclusive reasons for the origins +and the widespread nature of this custom. Many theories have +been propounded, of which at least parts must be correct, but +as yet there is no real explanation for the desire by so many +peoples to modify the natural appearance of the male genital +organ. + + + + The one thing on which all serious anthropologists are +agreed is that the practice of Circumcision grew up totally +independently in many different places. Some tribes are known +to have adopted it from others, but there is no one common +source of the practice. + + + + In the modern world Circumcision is the norm amongst all +Jewish and Moslem religious groups; most African tribes; the +Australian Aborigines; Polynesians; and all English speaking +peoples except the United Kingdom. It has gained no stronghold +amongst Germanic; Hispanic and Nordic peoples; nor in Asia +except amongst Moslems and Jews. + + + + Circumcision has been used variously as a mark of a slave +(or captured people); as a royal badge; as a tribal or +religious initiation; as a medical prophylactic; and as a +punishment for various wrongdoing. + + + + It is well known that the ancient Egyptians performed +Circumcision initially as a mark of Royal status. Pictures in +the Pyramids clearly show Royal teenagers submitting to the +operation. Over a period of time the upper classes and then +eventually the common people adopted the Royal custom and had +their sons Circumcised. Informed scholars now accept that the +Jewish prescription of universal infant Circumcision is based +on having learnt the practice from their Egyptian neighbours. + + + + It is interesting to note that both Jews and Moslems hold +two common tenets in their religions, both of which actually +are based on sound medical reasoning. Both practice +Circumcision and both prohibit the eating of Pork meat. In the +desert conditions where these great religions started, both +practices are desirable. Pork deteriorates fastest of all +meats in desert conditions and so a ban on eating it prevents +much unnecessary food poisoning. Water is scarce in the desert +and cannot be wasted on frequent washing of the genitals. A +foreskin tends to harbour not only smegma, but also sand which +gives rise to irritation and inflammation of the penis. Thus +Circumcision is a desirable action to prevent problems. Many +British troops found this out the hard way during the North +African desert campaigns in World War 2. + + + + Circumcision is performed at widely varying ages in +different parts of the world. Naturally, those operations +which are performed as a result of serious medical necessity +will be done at whatever age the problem shows itself - from a +few months to old age. The Jews, in accordance with the +Covenant, perform the operation on the eighth day of a boy's +life. The strictest Moslem groups wait until a boy's +thirteenth birthday before Circumcising him; whilst other +Moslems perform the operation variously during the first; +sixth; eighth and eleventh years of a boy's life, or at any +other convenient time in between. + + + + In general the age for 'tribal' Circumcision is at or +around puberty. In most cases it acts as a test of courage as +a lad passes from being a mere boy to being a man with the +obligations of hunting and fighting to feed and protect the +tribe. + + + + There are numerous methods used to perform Circumcision - +most of them developed in Western nations within the last +hundred years. The ancient Egyptians tied a cord around the +outstretched foreskin and then sliced it off with a knife. The +traditional Jewish method involves pulling the foreskin through +a slit in a lyre shaped metal shield and then slicing off the +protruding skin using the shield as a cutting guide. A +relatively late addition to the Jewish rite makes it necessary +to then tear the inner lining along its dorsal (upper) surface +so as to make any form of foreskin restoration virtually +impossible. + + + + A modern device, much favoured by American pediatricians +for neo-natal Circumcision, is the Plastibell. This is a clear +plastic bell with a groove around its rim and a large hole at +the top. A snap-off handle initially protrudes from the top of +the bell. In use, the foreskin is first slit along its dorsal +surface and folded back to expose the glans. The bell is +placed over the glans, which is positioned so that the meatus +(piss slit) protrudes through the hole in the top of the bell. +The foreskin is folded back over the bell and temporarily +clamped to the handle whilst surgical thread is placed over the +foreskin above the rim of the bell and tied very tightly into +the groove. The loose flaps of foreskin are roughly cut off +and the handle of the bell snapped off, leaving the bell +clamped to the glans by the constricted foreskin. + + + + The tight thread causes the blood supply to the remaining +foreskin to be stopped, thus the remnant dies and falls off. +The tight thread kills nerve endings immediately below it, +seals the blood vessels and causes the edges of skin to fuse +together. Thus no stitching is needed and the boy feels little +or no pain from having the bell clamped on his penis. The +Plastibell is so easy to use that the operator doesn't have to +acquire much by way of surgical skill - all one needs to be +able to do is tie a secure surgical knot - even a nurse can +perform a Plastibell Circumcision. The major disadvantage is +that the bell must not be pulled to tightly onto the glans and +hence the final Circumcision usually leaves a considerable +amount of untidy loose skin on the penis. Plastibells are +available in several sizes and can be used on most boys up to +the age of 12, but are best used only on infants and toddlers. + + + + For older children and adults the two preferred methods are +totally freehand cutting and the Gomco Clamp. Freehand cutting +can give the most perfect aesthetic and practical results since +the surgeon has total control of the operation at all times. +However, it does presuppose that the surgeon is highly skilled +in performing Circumcisions and that the patient is either +totally unconscious or totally relaxed and cooperative. With a +less than perfect surgeon, the results of freehand cutting can +be the most ugly and awful mess imaginable. + + + + The Gomco clamp is a good compromise solution and can be +used on young boys, teenagers and adults with equal ease. +There are no problems like those posed by a tightly fitted +Plastibell since the clamp is in place for only a few minutes +whilst the actual surgery takes place. The Gomco Clamp +consists of four stainless steel parts, which are deceptively +simple in practice but considerably harder to describe. +Firstly there is a baseplate which has a tapered hole at one +end, a threaded stud at the other and, near the hole, a +transverse groove with a rounded bottom. The second major part +is a bell, available in different internal sizes to suit the +size of the glans, which fits through the hole in the +baseplate. On top of the bell is a 'T' shaped extension under +which the third portion can hook. + + + + The third part of the clamp is a bar with a semi-arch at +one end. This arch has a pair of hooks to fit under the 'T' +piece of the bell. At the base of the arch, the underside of +this part has a half-round protrusion which will fit into the +groove of the baseplate and allow it to rock about that axis. +The far end has a hole which fits over the threaded stud of the +baseplate. The final part is a circular nut which fit over the +'hook' part and screws down on the stud. + + + + In use, the foreskin is slit dorsally and the bell placed +over the glans. The foreskin is pulled forward again and the +bell and foreskin passed through the hole in the baseplate. +The hook part is placed under the 'T' piece of the bell and +clamped gently with the nut. The foreskin is now pulled +forward between the bell and baseplate until the point at which +the cutting is to take place has come in front of the +baseplate. The nut is then tightened to clamp the foreskin +there. The surgeon waits for the clamping action to seal the +blood vessels and then slices the foreskin off with a scalpel, +using the baseplate as a cutting guide. The clamp falls off +and the resulting cut edges are stitched together. Although +the Gomco clamp requires considerable surgical skill for +successful use, most surgeons can produce consistently better +results with it than they would with freehand operations. + + + + This article has necessarily been a brief overview only and +has left many matters untouched. If there is sufficient +interest then further articles may appear in future +newsletters. The author welcomes discussion, facts and +statistics relating to circumcision in all parts of the world. +Feedback can be via the newsletter or in the form of articles +on STUDS or personal mail to the author. + + + + + + Copyright (C) 1989 Geoffrey Francis and STUDS Newsletter + + + + +les +on \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/circums.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/circums.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..38357427 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/circums.hum @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ + + CIRCUMCISION + +Circumcision is the surgical removal of the foreskin of the penis. Despite the +lack of a medical indication for this operation in healthy newborn males with +normal penile and foreskin anatomy, it is often requested and performed for +personal or cultural reasons. Although it has been observed that circumcised +men rarely develop cancer of the penis, and that their sexual partners may be +less likely to develop cancer of the cervix, a cause-and-effect relationship +has not been established. + +The most common medical indication for circumcision at any age is phimosis, a +narrowing of the foreskin over the end of the penis such that it cannot be +pulled back. Infection, swelling, scarring and in extreme cases, obstruction +to urination may result. When there is severe pain or infection, a tension- +releasing incision may be done as an emergency, with circumcision reserved for +a later date. + + Procedure + +Adults -- A urologist (specialist in surgery of the urinary tract) performs +this operation right in the office. After the penis is washed with an +antiseptic, the foreskin is injected with a numbing local anesthetic. The +excess skin is removed by a circumferential incision at the corona, the +ring-like prominence at the base of the glans. Bleeding is controlled by +electrocautery (electrical burning), and dissolvable stitches are placed around +the corona. Despite how it sounds, the surgery is not very painful and only +takes about fifteen minutes. Occasionally, short-term hospitalization and +general anesthesia may be required. + +Newborns -- Circumcision may be done within 24-48 hours of birth. Local or +regional (an injection at the base of the penis that numbs the entire organ) +anesthesia may be used. The surgery is facilitated by employing a Yellin +clamp, a metal, ringed instrument that fits over penis around the corona. No +stitches are necessary. + + Complications + + Bleeding, infection and loss of skin occur rarely. + Postoperative Care + +Sexual activity should be avoided until healing is complete-- about seven to +ten days. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/clothes.pin b/textfiles.com/sex/clothes.pin new file mode 100644 index 00000000..acc64a23 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/clothes.pin @@ -0,0 +1,346 @@ +From: wi.4837@n7kbt.rain.com +Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage +Subject: On Clothespins +Message-ID: +Date: 13 Jan 93 21:03:35 GMT +Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ N7KBT +Lines: 340 + + +Or, 'More Than You Might Have Wanted To Know About Clothespins', collected +from various [alas, I did not record names] authors on this newsgroup, +several publications, and few of my own invention. It is interesting to +note how many of the new ideas one supposes to be one's own recur again +and again, perhaps this compilation will collect the most common, allowing +others to create new ideas rather than repeating older ones. Examples +provided are for females, but the concepts are not truly gender-specific. +A recent simple device for directly measuring clamping force of +clothespins and other springclamps is described at the end of this +posting. No doubt others will add their own favorites, a future +publication of '101 Things to Do With Clothespins' would be an amusing +project. As always, I have done what I might to suggest safety, proceed +with caring. + +'grim' + + _A Table Of Contents_ + Wood versus plastic: + Clamping Tightness ["too hard!", "too soft!", "just right!"]: + 'Standard' Techniques [suggestions for beginners and others]: + More places you might like to try: + 'Zippers' and other tailoring: + Modifying pins for more intense sensations: + A design for testing the clamping force of clothespins: + + + +Definitions using an open clothespin diagram. + + hole spring + | / + ________________________________ + \__n__0________________________/ leg + __u__0________________________ + /______________________________\ leg + + | | + clamping area + + +#Wood versus plastic: +Wooden clothespins are a bit kinder and have less tendency to abrade, +thus I would suggest starting with them. Plastic clothespins tend to +have much smaller ribbed gripping surfaces, and a 'feel' much stronger +than the equivalent wooden ones. Extremely small plastic clothespins +are very nasty indeed, and many may be used in the same area for +greater intensity. + +Wooden clothespins are available in several qualities, with the older, +thicker ones being a bit better IMHO, and the thin ones more likely to +splinter or have sharp edges. As one may purchase 50 of these for +perhaps $4 American, these rank among least expensive of toys, and +among the most versatile. Almost anything one may do with fingertip +squeezing may be done with clothespins, and several things that cannot +be accomplished with one's fingers may easily be done with these tiny +household beauties. Of course, this does leave your hands free for +other activities.... + + + +#Clamping Tightness ["too hard!", "too soft!", "just right!"]: +Unmodified, most wooden clothespins of quality grip with between 4 and 6 +pounds of pressure over an area of 3/16 X 1/2 inches. This is too much for +some, and not enough for others. The grip is best increased by wrapping +the clamping end with elastic bands, and decreased in several ways. The +simplest is by weakening the springs by clamping something that requires +the clothespin to be open to its limit for several days. This will reduce +the clamping pressure by several pounds, dependent on the initial strength +of the spring, the width of the opening, and the length of time one allows +for stretching. Carefully pulling the jaws wider than they would normally +travel will stretch the spring quickly, but this is harder to control. +Wrapping elastic bands around the legs of the clothespin will resist +the tension of the spring and weaken the clamping force without +permanently weakening the spring. + +If you are willing to spend a bit more time, drill straight through both +legs of the clothespin legs about one third from the end and thread a bolt +through the holes, tightening a wing nut on the bolt will allow for +wonderfully precise changes in clamping pressure, since the bolt-nut +combination adjustably limits the travel of the legs. It is often best to +drill a larger hole or even a slot in one leg for ease of adjustment. This +requires perhaps 2 minutes per clothespin and is well worth the time, as +the pressure may be slowly increased as hir ability to enjoy the sensation +improves. Weights may be hung off of the clothespin as well by hooks or +cords attached to such holes and hardware. + + + +#'Standard' Techniques [suggestions for beginning and advancing]: +One classical place to begin with clothespins is the nipple, but there are +many possible variations to this alone. The first grip recommended most +often is with the clothespin pointing straight onto the nipple, not from +the side, gripping the base of the nipple, not the tip, and perhaps a bit +of areola as well. This does not have the same sort of 'bite' as grasping +the nipple alone may, and often does wonderful things for sensitivity +without causing severe pain. It is best to start with a rather weak +clamping pressure and work upwards, and if you are just beginning, try not +to leave the pins on for too long [start with what sie can endure, and +eventually work up to perhaps twenty minutes [I prefer not to leave them +on longer than this, YMMV]. The longer the clamping time, the more fierce +the sensation caused by removing the pressure. The increased sensitivity +afterwards may last from minutes to many hours, depending on the person, +the clamping force and time; and several things might be done in this +period to use that sensitivity to advantage [beating with the proverbial +'wet noodle' or even a featherduster is quite effective]. Ice applied +immediately after removing the clothespin may reduce the length and +severity of the sensation if that is desired. + +You might try putting the clothespin on sideways, with the nipple centered +in the the hole in the clamping area. If you do this far enough back on +the nipple base or areola, the tip of a large nipple will remain exposed +for other things, such as ice, nibbling, or smaller clips and clamps. + +You might try clamping the nipple only, or work gradually out from the +areola as hir ability to enjoy more increases. Tapping or lightly brushing +the tips of attached clothespins is effective, and a light vibrator may +also be used if taped to the legs of the clothespin. + +One simple device works nicely for both nipples at once on all but the +smallest female breasts. Take two clothespins and glue the outsides of the +legs together with a slight overlap so: + + __________________________________ + \_________________________0__n___/ + __________________________0__u___ + /_________________________________\ + glue + ________________________________ + \__n__0________________________/ + __u__0________________________ + /______________________________\ + +then use the clamping ends to grasp both nipples from the sides at once. +The pull will vary depending on breast size, but some will be present, +thus causing her to jiggle her breasts gently can be fun, and of course, +this is often just the thing to add to tickling. Size differences may +require an additional short piece of wood to link the pair together, +length best found by experiment. + +Several people have mentioned pulling on clothespins or clips with +strings, chains or cords. The nipple itself may also be encircled by a +thin cord or thread, I have used unwaxed dental floss to good effect. +Avoid slipknots for the obvious reason that they might tighten too far in +use. + +Pulling off a clothespin is more painful than squeezing the legs to remove +it gently, and is the basis for several devices below. Again, the longer +one leaves them attached, the stronger the result. It is also possible +to flick off clothespins with a flogger or some other striking device, and +combining the two is an interesting way to add some bright 'explosions' to +the sensations of a 'standard' flogging without switching instruments or +striking harder. When doing this near the front of the body, some form of +eye protection is needed, a heavy blindfold will serve nicely. + + + +#Other places you might wish to try: +Many areas of the body might do well with a bit of clamping either for +sensation or visual appeal. Other parts of the breast, and any portion of +the torso and limbs where one may gather a bit of skin come immediately to +mind. In view of the tiny expense, one might use many dozens at one time. + +Specific classic variations include but are not limited to: + a row, circle [or other sigil of your choice] on the belly or back + one or more on the labia or other areas of 'wabbliebits' [tm-STella] + the inner thigh or arm + a belt of clothespins round the waist + small clothespins on the webbing of fingers and toes + the earlobe [the dangling legs of the clothspin brush the neck nicely] + behind the knees and inside the elbows + a circle round the thighs as a reminder to keep them spread + + + +#'Zippers' and other tailoring: +Drill a hole through one leg of at least one dozen clothespins, thread +them on a thong or cord, knotting them at small intervals, and you have +created a zipper. One derivation for the name will become obvious the +first time one tugs swiftly on one end of the cord and hears the sound +made by the pins pulling off sensitive skin [there may be other sounds as +well]. The spacing may vary, longer ones may be made, and double rows of +20 or so clothespins are common. The inside of the upper arm or thigh are +rather traditional for these, but most areas of the body are available, +one of my own favorites being the side of the body normally covered by the +arms, after binding the arms over the head. Ticklish and sensitive. + +A 'tri-zipper' is my own name for three of these single zippers with one +end of each fastened to a central ring [a keyring will do, but try to find +something a bit larger]. The ring is centered high on the belly, with the +farthest pins attaching to the nipples and 'wabbliebits' [tm-STella], +perhaps with a bit of spiral towards the center of each region, and the +nearest ones fastening to the skin near the center. The look of horrified +anticipation as you grasp the ring and begin to pull slowly outwards, each +pin popping off in turn as the three zipper lines move towards the most +sensitive areas is not to be missed, while pulling faster often causes +volumes of coloratura shrieking. + +Another design I have not seen elsewhere I have dubbed the Reverse Garter, +'reverse' in the sense of pulling down rather than up. Two bands of +non-stretch material [webbing, fabric or leather will do] with buckles or +other adjustable fasteners are put high up around each thigh, perhaps five +inches from the pubis, although this dimension will vary. Sewn or riveted +onto the band is a close [almost touching] row of four clothespins on the +inside of the leg, with the clamping ends pointing upwards. These are +first attached to the outer labia, then the band is adjusted to a position +to gently stretch the lips and tightened so as not to be pulled further up +the thigh. Intriguing in itself, and provides both more pull and an +interesting display when she spreads her legs. Delectable. [N.B. There are +major sensation differences between the outer lips and more inner tissues, +grasping these areas with the same force is likely to cause considerably +more pain than anticipated.] + + + +#Modifying pins for more intense sensations: + +The simplest method is increasing the clamping force with one or more +elastic bands round the clamping end, but there are several others. + +Purchase some short 1/8th inch diameter brads or finish nails, and +a drill of the same diameter. Drill three holes through the clamping +end of two clothespins. Sand, grind, or file the ends of the brads to +a smooth *ROUND* tip then push them through so they protrude into the +clamping area while the clothespin is held open 1/8th inch. Use a drop +of strong glue to hold the brads in place, and saw off the excess +length from the outside of the pins after the glue dries. This is as +it might appear when completed [end view of clamping section]. + ________ + ||| ||| + ||| ||| Clothespin is not closed, there is + ||----|| -1/8 inch gap held open by brad ends + ---||--- + | || | + | || | + -------- +Exceedingly nasty, as the clamping force now concentrates primarily on +three small areas rather than the entire clamping area. Use this +carefully, preferably with a fully adjustable clothespin as above, and +make quite sure by testing on yourself first that the ends of the brads +are NOT SHARP at all to avoid damage. Useful for those seeking more than a +'regular' clothespin may provide. + +Several less extreme variations on the idea above are possible, all based +on disassembling the clothespin, filing several grooves in the wooden +clamping area, then reassembling the clothespin. Grooves and blunt 'teeth' +aid in preventing slippage, and feel a bit more harsh than flat wood. + + + +Removing perhaps one-half of the side of the clamping area with a saw or +rasp provides two benefits, the same clamping pressure will be applied +over a smaller area, and double the number of clothespin tips may fitted +to the same bit of anatomy. Remember to round the edges slightly with +sandpaper to avoid splinters or other inadvertent injury. View from above +of the clamping end with the side removed. + + --- + / | + / | + / | + | | + ------- + spring + |------| + | | + | to | + | leg | + -------- + + + +#A design for testing the clamping force of clothespins: +Tradition demands testing on the web of one's hand, this is well and good +for impromptu buying and to get a subjective feel for the actual sensation +of a new design, but lacks precision and repeatability, qualities dear to +the heart of any engineer. Some thinking and a bit of experimentation +resulted in the following frame to directly and accurately measure +clamping force in clothespins. With minor modifications, it serves to +measure certain other sorts of spring-clamp pressure as well. I recognize +the source of error from measuring the force at the hole rather than the +clamping area, but it is a difference both trivial and consistent, and +thus may be ignored for comparative testing. + + wingnut + ------------------- piece of wood--|-------- + ________________________________ | + \__n__0________________________/ | clamp to tabletop + 0 ---------------------piece of wood-|-------- + __u__0________________________ bolt + /__|____________________________\ + | + | -cord to spring scale + +Select two boards longer than 8 inches, wider than 1 inch, and perhaps +1/4 inch thick, and place them together, lying flat on top of one another. +Drill a hole through both 5 inches or so from one end. Put a bolt through +this hole, and thread a wingnut on the bolt. Clamp the other end of the +boards firmly to a table or bench, slide one leg of the clothespin into +the tapered space between the two boards, then tighten the wingnut. This +frame will hold the clothespin for testing. Once the pin is held firmly in +place, use a thin cord attached to a spring tension scale [I use an +'anglers scale', accurate from 1 to 28 pounds, any 'pulling' scale with a +hook will do], and pull downwards against the clamping area until the +clothespin opens. This measurement will vary from the pull necessary +to just open the jaws to a higher reading before the jaws reach their +limit of travel. As mentioned, the 'standard' clothespins I have tested +fall somewhere in the region of 4-6 pounds, stretching for several days +may yield less than 3 pounds, and manual stretching of the clothespin +spring will swiftly reduce the pressure to 1 pounds or less. If one has +the time and interest, coding the various strength ranges of tested +clothespins for different tastes and applications is possible, either by +color or by filing groove patterns in the legs to select by touch. "Twenty +of the red ones for a start, I am in an evil mood tonight." + + + + ::ObBondageQuote:: +"If you are losing your grip, perhaps you are not using the proper tools." + + + +################################################################## +a missive from + "That grim, fierce, dominant fellow, grrr ... grr ... " + + + + +-- +Please DON'T use this service for tests or personals. Send E-MAIL to: +wi.post@n7kbt.rain.com to post your E-MAIL item +@n7kbt.rain.com to E-MAIL anonymous user +wi.ping@n7kbt.rain.com to test path/get alias +wi.admin@n7kbt.rain.com to contact ACS administrator + +A FAQ and a short introduction are posted to this group every week. Please +read them first before using the service. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/colors.sex b/textfiles.com/sex/colors.sex new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ff62a30c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/colors.sex @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ + + + + + Your Favorite Color is the + Key to Your Sexual Life + + + The clothes you wear, your home furnishings and the car + you drive all give clues to your sexual personality. The + key is the colors you select for your possessions. Most + people claim they haven't a favorite color. But look + around you, and you'll notice a pattern, especially in your + clothing and home decor. The predominant color for you is + the one that appears most frequently -- it's the one that + mirrors the sexual you. A panel of psychologists explained the + association between color and sexual patterns. + + RED: People who like red tend to be tigers in the + sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way + imaginable. Once the sexual spark is ignited, it may take + hours to extinguish. When two reds get together, the + ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterly blush. Lovers of + red tend to be aggressors and weaker colors should be + aware. + + YELLOW: If you tend to favor yellow, your sexual + drives are complex and turn toward the adaptable. The + favorite color of homosexuals is yellow. But don't panic -- + not everyone who wears yellow is queer. In most cases the + person will consent to the stronger partner's desires in a + passive manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, + but you will never turn down an invitation from somebody + you enjoy or admire. + + + + PINK: Persons who like pink show a reluctance to + mature in sexual matters: women tend to tease, to promise + more than they intend to deliver. In some cases they + flaunt their femininity -- but because they secretly hate + men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire + wardrobes in pink. Men who like pink are the philanderers + and flirts. They are the type who will make three dates + for the same evening and not keep one, preferring to pick + up a dish in some bar instead. Women whose husbands like + pink should keep a secret nest egg. + + PURPLE: Lovers of purple frequently consider + themselves to be too sophisticated for a fun romp in the + sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to mess their + hair. Men are business-like in their approach to + lovemaking. In both sexes purple partners are more + concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else's + gratification. + + BLACK: Black color preferences point to black sex + (not necessarily meaning black partners). These people are + the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in + kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually + masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people + and often perform at their peak when under stress or during + unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that sex + offenders prefer the color black. And it is no coincidence + that the uniform of mosters and teenage gangs is black + attire. + + + + + GREEN: Those who prefer green are fresh and innocent + in their approach to sex. Women who love green will always + make love like virgins all their life. And a man may + always be a trifle clumsy and awkward but in a charming and + endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not + passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry + about infidelity. + + ORANGE: Lovers of the color orange lean toward sexual + fantasies. The sex act is regarded as a dramatic one-act + play in which they are the star. Foreplay is as important + as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings, + meaningless dialogue; they feel it is their image. Orange + people often do not experience orgasm -- but they put on a + darn good act. Men tend to pull their partner's hair, and + women leave red welts on the sex partner's back. + + BROWN: If you love brown, you're a real treasure for + the right mate. Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep, + sensitive to the needs and desires of their partners. Sex + is a 24 hour a day thing. Where you can't say "I love you" + often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain + or catching snowflakes on their tongue is a turn-on to a + lover of brown. They need lots of time and privacy to make + love. But their emotions are such that one harsh word + could end the affair. + + + GREY: The color grey a preferred by people who are + indecisive. They can't get excited about anything -- + including color -- so they choose a noncommittal shade. + Men who prefer grey look at sex as a way of relieving + tension -- but nothing more, nothing less. It's wham, bam, + thank you ma'am. Women don't make love, they have + intercourse. And for one of two reasons only: to + accommodate their mate, or to become pregnant. They count + the cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over + with and done. But when teamed with another color, the grey + spouse considers the other's infidelity a blessing. When a + grey marries another grey, the marriage is made in heaven. + + BLUE: Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They + are sinners, affectionate and sensitive to their partner's + needs. They consider love making a fine art and their + approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert + pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would + play a baby grand. Women in the blue category enjoy sex to + the fullest. They are exciting partners but their passion + may be compared to a tidal wave rather than firery + aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the + aftermath of lovemaking, as much as the sex act itself. In + marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate -- never seeking + outside interests. + + WHITE: If a person is infatuated with white, sex + often seems filthy. These people are puritanical in nature. + French kissing is obscene and to make love in the daylight + in unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath + the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. + These people still use pet names for their genitals. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/comlust.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/comlust.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..06f90190 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/comlust.txt @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ + +Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broad-band +protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous input/output devices, +even if it meant time-sharing. + +One evening he arrived home just as the Sun was crashing, and had parked his +Motorola 68040 in the main drive (he had missed the 5100 bus that morning), +when he noticed an elegant piece of liveware admiring the daisy wheels in his +garden. He thought to himself, "She looks user-friendly. I'll see if she'd +like an update tonight." + +Mini was her name, and she was delightfully engineered with eyes like COBOL +and a PR1ME mainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals networking +all over the place. + +He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit +floating point processors and enquired "How are you, Honeywell?". "Yes, I am +well", she responded, batting her optical fibers engagingly and smoothing her +console over her curvilinear functions. + +Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone tonight", +he said, "How about computing a vector to my base address? I'll output a +byte to eat, and maybe we could get offset later on." + +Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds, then transmitted 8 K. "I've +been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh my +disks. I'll park my machine cycle in your background and meet you inside." +She walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and thinking, "Wow, what +a global variable, I wonder if she'd like my firmware?" + +They sat down at the process table to top of form feed of fiche and chips and a +bucket of baudot. Mini was in conversation mode and expanded on ambiguous +arguments while Micro gave the occassional acknowledgements, although, in +reality, he was analyzing the shortest and least critical path to her entry +point. He finally settled on the old 'Would you like to_see_my_benchmark +routine', but Mini was again one step ahead. + +Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full +functionality of her operating system software. "Let's get BASIC, you RAM", +she said. Micro was loaded by this; his hardware was in danger of overflowing +its output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his analyst about. +"Core", was all he could say, as she prepared to log him off. + +Micro soon recovered, however, when Mini went down on the DEC and opened her +divide files to reveal her data set ready. He accessed his fully packed root +device and was just about to start pushing into her CPU stack, when she +attempted an escape sequence. + +"No, no!", she cried, "You're not shielded!" + +"Reset, Baby", he replied, "I've been debugged." + +"But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support child +processes", she protested. + +"Don't run away", he said, "I'll generate an interrupt." + +"No, that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design +philosophy." + +Micro was locked in by this stage, though, and could not be turned off. But +Mini soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a coltage spike into his main +supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to sleep. + +"Computers!", she thought, as she recompiled herself. "All they ever think of +is hex!" diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/cond.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/cond.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..77a9a07a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/cond.txt @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ + + A Tisket A tasket A Condom or a Casket + +The following is a list of possible slogans promoting National Condom Week. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 1. Cover your stump before you hump. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 2. Before you attack her, wrap your wacker. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 3. Don't be silly ... protect your willy. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 4. Before you blast her, guard your bushmaster. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 5. Don't be a loner ... cover your boner. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 6. When in doubt, shroud your sprout. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 7. You can't go wrong if you shield your dong. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 8. If yor're not going to sack it, go home and whack it. + ------------------------------------------------------------------------ + 9. If you think she's spunky, cover your monkey. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +10. Before you bag her, sheath your dagger. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +11. It'll be sweeter if you wrap your peter. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +12. If you slip between thighs, be sure to condomize. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +13. To save embarrassment later, cover your 'gator. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +14. She won't be sick if you wrap your dick. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +15. If you go into heat, package your meat. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +16. While undressing Venus, dress that penis. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +17. When you take off her pants and blouse, suit-up that trouser mouse. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +18. Never deck her with an unwrapped pecker. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +19. Especially in December, gift wrap your member. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +20. Befo' da van start rockin', be sho' yo' cock got a stockin'. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +21. Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +22. The right selection? Sack that erection. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +23. Wrap it in foil before checking her oil. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +24. A crank with armor will never harm her. +------------------------------------------------------------------------ +25. Don't be in a jiffy ... cover your stiffy. +======================================================================== diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/condom.stp b/textfiles.com/sex/condom.stp new file mode 100644 index 00000000..87983d0a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/condom.stp @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ + +. CONDOMS STOP AIDS VIRUS +. Uploaded by Bob K. +. +. Researchers at the University of California, San Francisco, +recently proved in laboratory tests that condoms can stop the AIDS +virus. The virus cannot penetrate the condom material of either latex +or natural skin condoms unless the condoms are ruptured. + + +The USCF condom study was commissioned by the San Francisco AIDS +Foundation and was carried out by well-known AIDS researchers Dr. +Marcus Conant, Associate Professor of Dermatology and Dr. Jay Levy, +virologist and pioneer researcher on the AIDS associated retrovirus. +The findings were made public in a press conference held in San +Francisco on December 17, 1985. +The AIDS condom study was patterned after a study conducted by Dr. +Conant in 1983 which demonstrated that the herpes virus could not pass +through condoms. Five brands of commercially available condoms, +purchased at a local drug store (three were made of latex, one of +natural lamb skin and one of synthetic skin) were tested in Dr. Levy's +USCF laboratory. +-More- +Approximately a teaspoon of fluid containing high concentration of +live AIDS viruses was pumped under pressure into each condom. The +outside of the condoms were then dipped into a virus-free culture fluid +for 30 minutes, and the culture fluid was tested continually over a +three-week period. No viruses were present in the culture fluid even +after this extensive testing period. The condoms, as expected, +completely stopped the passage of AIDS viruses. +"The data confirm our long standing Safe Sex Guide-lines," state +Tim Wolfred, Executive Director of the AIDS Foundation. The Foundation +has for some time promoted the use of condoms to prevent +AIDS-transmission, based on previous tests which proved condoms could +stop herpes simplex, gonorrhea, syphilis and CMV. According to Jackson +Peyton, the Foundation's Education Director, "We now have the +scientific evidence that condoms prevent AIDS-transmission as well as +prevent other sexually-transmitted diseases." +In a new series of ads for the San Francisco gay press, the SFAF is +warning that unprotected anal sex is the chief cause of AIDS +transmission in America, and that condoms are essential for the safety +of anal sex. Condoms are also being recommended for oral sex. +--- TBBS v2.0 +* Origin: UTOPIAN (516-842-7518) Spread the FACTS ... Not the Fear. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/condoms.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/condoms.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5e7e662f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/condoms.txt @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ + List of Possible Slogans + Promoting National Condom Week + + 1. Cover your stump before you hump. + 2. Before you attack her wrap your whacker. + 3. Don't be silly, protect your willy. + 4. When in doubt, shroud your spout. + 5. Don't be a loner, cover your boner. + 6. You can't go wrong if you shield your dong. + 7. If you're not going to sack it, go home and whack it. + 8. If you think she's spunky, cover your monkey. + 9. If you slip between her thighs, be sure to condomize. +10. It will be sweeter if you wrap your peter. +11. She won't get sick if you wrap your dick. +12. If you go into heat, package your meat. +13. While you're undressing venus, dress up that penis. +14. When you take off her pants and blouse, suit up your trouser mouse. +15. Especially in December, gift wrap your member. +16. Never, never deck her with an unwrapped pecker. +17. Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool. +18. The right selection! Protect your erection. +19. Wrap it in foil before you check her oil. +20. A crank with armor will never harm her. +21. No glove, no love. + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/contract.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/contract.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2970a64d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/contract.txt @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ + + The Contract + + I, _______________________, hereby surrender all possibilities of +friendship, commitment, marriage, guilt-trips and near-pregnancies in +exchange for one (1) night of USDA approved fondling and fornication. +I will not return to the scene of said activities, nor call, write or +otherwise contact/harass or vex said co-signer of contract for a time +of no less than thirty (30) days and nights after said activities have +been fulfilled. I also surrender all rights to propagate rumors, +misnomers and dirty looks in the cafeteria from myself and friends, +and will treat said co-signer with all the respect due a stranger. +I will say "hi" if we pass within ten (10) meters in a friendly, +if not neutral, tone. I will also upon completion of herefore listed +activities not leave underwear, earrings or other insignificant yet +oh-so-valuable knick-knacks lying about or hidden somewhere in the co- +signer's abode for the sole purpose of returning to said abode and +breaking the no-contact agreement of this document. + + I furthermore state that I am of sound mind and desirable body, +and will not call said co-signer by any other name than is his or her own, +nor reminisce on some former slime-ball/great lover who wore the same +cologne, roll-on, boxer shorts or robe. I will also pay one-half of +all laundry fees as needed after prescribed activity. + +From: drbill@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (william.h.davies) + +-/Vuarnet International/- + 617/527.oo91 + 24oo-16.8k HST/V32bis \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/cookie.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/cookie.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e5024981 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/cookie.txt @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +This obviously borrowed a lot from the "Why Beer is Better Than Women" list, +but... + +Created by a friend- Janette Light at Williams College, MA. +---------------------------------------------------------------- + +32 Reasons why Cookie Dough is better than men. + +1. It's enjoyable hard or soft. +2. It makes a mess too, but it tastes better. +3. It doesn't mind if you take your anger out on it. +4. You always want to swallow. +5. It won't complain if you share it with friends. +6. It's "quick and convenient". +7. You can enjoy it more than once. +8. It comes already protectively wrapped. +9. You can make it as large as you want. +10. If you don't finish it you can save it for later. +11. It's easier to get the kind you want. +12. You can comparison shop. +13. It's easier to find in a grocery store. +14. You can put it away when you've had enough. +15. You know yours has never been eaten before. +16. It won't complain if you chew on it. +17. It comes chocolate flavored. +18. You always know when to get rid of it. +19. You can return it--satisfaction is guaranteed. +20. It's always ready to go. +21. You won't get arrested if you eat it in public. +22. You don't have to change the sheets if you eat it in bed. +23. It won't wake you up because it's hard. +24. You don't have to find an excuse not to eat it. +25. You can tell your friends how much you've eaten without sounding like + you're bragging. +26. It won't take up room in your bed. +27. It's easy to pick up. +28. You never have unwanted cookie dough chasing you around. +29. You know what the extra weight is from. +30. It won't get jealous if you pick up another one. +31. It never has an insecurity problem with its size. +32. It is very pliable. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/crfaq.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/crfaq.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..677c6891 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/crfaq.txt @@ -0,0 +1,396 @@ +: T H E U N O F F I C I A L C H I C K E N R A N C H F A Q +: Version 0.10 +: Copyright 1994 by Blake Wilfong +: blake@phoenix.phoenix.net + +: CONTENTS + +: 1. ABOUT THE UNOFFICIAL CHICKEN RANCH FAQ +: 2. LEGALITY, REGULATION, AND SAFETY OF PROSTITUTION IN NEVADA +: 3. TRANSPORTATION +: 4. CUSTOMER PROCEDURES +: A. GLOSSARY + + +: 1. ABOUT THE UNOFFICIAL CHICKEN RANCH FAQ + +: 1.0 What is the Unofficial Chicken Ranch FAQ? + +: The Unofficial Chicken Ranch FAQ is a list of frequently asked questions +: about the Chicken Ranch brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada. Its purpose is to +: make information about the Chicken Ranch more widely available to men who +: might enjoy it as much as I do. I am only just beginning work on this FAQ; +: there's a LOT to say about the Chicken Ranch! I plan to expand and repost +: the FAQ periodically. + +: 1.1 Is the Unofficial Chicken Ranch FAQ free? + +: It's shareware. If you visit the Chicken Ranch as a result of reading +: this document, you should reimburse me. PLEASE do this! If I do not +: receive reimbursement, I will stop posting and expanding the FAQ. + +: 1.2 OK, how do I reimburse you for my copy? + +: I am a member of the Chicken Ranch's Golden Egg Club. (See the section on +: the Golden Egg Club, elsewhere in this document, for more information.) +: I therefore receive $50 in credit at the Chicken Ranch for every 3 customers +: I refer. If you party with a lady at the Chicken Ranch as a result of +: reading this document, PLEASE tell the shift manager to log a validated +: referral for Golden Egg Club member Blake Wilfong. Make sure she understands +: that this is supposed to count for credit for me at the Chicken Ranch. If +: she doesn't seem to know how to handle this, ask her to talk to her manager, +: Russ Reade. That's it! It doesn't cost you a penny, and you aren't required +: to reveal your identity. THANK YOU! + +: If you are a woman who goes to work at the Chicken Ranch as a result of +: reading this FAQ, I don't receive any reimbursement for referring you. But +: I would appreciate it if you would use your latitude in pricing and duration +: of the party to give me a cost break or extra time. Also, please let Russ +: Reade know that you heard about the Chicken Ranch from me. THANK YOU! + +: 1.3 What is your affiliation with the Chicken Ranch? + +: I have no affiliation with the Chicken Ranch. I am just a very satisfied +: customer. The Chicken Ranch has neither endorsed nor condemned this +: document, though Russ Reade has unofficially agreed to give me credit for +: referrals generated from it, as described above. + +: 1.4 May I distribute the Unofficial Chicken Ranch FAQ? + +: You may distribute the Unofficial Chicken Ranch FAQ in ELECTRONIC FORM ONLY, +: provided that NO FEE IS CHARGED. No portion of this document should appear +: in printed form without written permission from me, Blake Wilfong. You are +: encouraged to copy it for your friends or distribute it via BBSs or the +: Internet. + +: 1.5 Can I ask my own questions about the Chicken Ranch? + +: You can email questions to the following Internet address: +: blake@phoenix.phoenix.net +: Please use the subject "Chicken Ranch Question". If I am too busy or if I +: receive too many questions, I may not be able to answer your question +: individually. But if I think others would be interested in the answer to +: your question, I will add it to later versions of the FAQ! If you are +: actually planning to visit the Chicken Ranch, their shift managers will be +: happy to answer your questions. Call (702) 727-5721 long distance, or +: 382-7870 from Las Vegas. + +: 1.6 Why does this FAQ seem so incomplete? + +: I wanted to get this information circulating as quickly as possible. I plan +: to add to the FAQ as I go. Of course, if no one reimburses me for the FAQ, +: I won't bother... + + +: 2. LEGALITY, REGULATION, AND SAFETY OF PROSTITUTION IN NEVADA + +: 2.0 Is prostitution legal in Las Vegas? + +: Prostitution is ILLEGAL in Las Vegas. The laws of the state of Nevada forbid +: prostitution in counties with populations exceeding 250,000. Las Vegas' +: population far exceeds this number; hence prostitution is illegal in Clark +: county and Las Vegas itself. In Las Vegas, you are COMMITTING A CRIME if you +: pay for (or sell) sex, and it is quite likely that you will be jailed, +: mugged, swindled, or exposed to Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs). + +: 2.1 The Chicken Ranch serves the Las Vegas area, so isn't it illegal? + +: Though the Chicken Ranch is near Las Vegas, it actually resides in +: neighboring Nye county. Nye county laws permit a handful of legal, licensed +: brothels to operate under strict government regulations. The Chicken Ranch +: is one of these, so it is completely legal. + +: 2.2 What regulations are imposed on the legal brothels? + +: There are limitations on the brothels' location, advertising, employment of +: minors, etc. Of most interest to potential customers are the regulations +: concern STD prevention. The use of condoms--even for oral sex--is +: mandatory. Furthermore, the ladies are tested weekly for various STDs, +: including HIV. Of course, any who test positive are not permitted to work. +: Though a few applicants are initially screened out by the tests, STDs are +: EXTREMELY rare among the ladies, and those working at the Chicken Ranch have +: NEVER tested positive for HIV. + +: 2.3 Does the Chicken Ranch use any further safeguards against STDs? + +: The ladies at the Chicken Ranch inspect each customer before partying. They +: are trained to recognize the symptoms of common STDs. They also wash the +: customers' genitals using Betadine, an antibacterial surgical scrub. + +: 2.4 Personal question: Have YOU ever contracted an STD? + +: I have never contracted an STD from the Chicken Ranch (or elsewhere). I have +: partied with 33 women at the Chicken Ranch. My personal opinion is that, +: between the condoms, testing, inspections, and Betadine, it is HIGHLY +: improbable that any customer will contract an STD at the Chicken Ranch. + +: 3. TRANSPORTATION + +: 3.0 How far is the Chicken Ranch from Las Vegas? + +: About 60 miles by automobile. You'll see serene desert countryside and a +: gently winding scenic mountain pass. It's very relaxing! + +: 3.1 That's certainly too far to walk! So how do I get there? + +: You have several options. You can take a taxi, call for a complimentary +: limousine, drive your own (or a rental) car, or fly your own plane there. + +: 3.2 Which is easiest? + +: The taxi is the easiest. If you are staying at any of the major +: hotel/casinos, there will be a cab stand. Otherwise, use the phone book to +: call for a taxi. In either case, ask to go to the Chicken Ranch. You will +: make the driver's day! You will probably be required to pay in advance, as +: the fare is typically $200 to $300!!! Even so, I've seen quite a few taxis +: parked outside the Chicken Ranch. + +: 3.3 $200 - $300!?!? Sheesh! What's the NEXT easiest way to get there? + +: The limousine is also quite easy and much less expensive. Call the Chicken +: Ranch at 382-7870 from Las Vegas for details. Basically, you'll have to work +: out a pick-up time and place with the limousine service, and tell them how +: to recognize you. The limousine is more comfortable than a cab, though you +: may wind up sharing it with other customers. The driver works solely for +: tips, so you are expected to tip him! Remember, he's probably doing more +: work than the lady you'll party with, so tip appropriately. Back when I rode +: the limousine, I tipped $20-$40 depending mostly on the number of other +: riders. The drivers, usually older men who used the tips to supplement their +: retirement incomes, seemed happy with this. An additional benefit of the +: limousine is that the drivers (and the other passengers, if any) usually make +: good conversation on the way out and back. A limitation of the limousine is +: that the driver and other passengers are waiting for you to finish; extremely +: long parties can pose problems. Also, you can't go visiting the local +: casinos, etc. + +: 3.4 What about driving myself? + +: This is my favorite method these days. If you flew into Las Vegas, you'll +: need a rental car, preferably with unlimited mileage. If you're coming from +: the Strip or Downtown, take Interstate 15 south (toward Los Angeles). You'll +: soon come across "Pahrump/Blue Diamond" exit 33. Use this exit, which will +: take you west on Highway 160. You're in the right place if you see a big +: "76" truck stop to your right after taking the exit. About 50 miles later, +: you'll start seeing signs of civilization. Stay sharp and watch for a sign +: that says "Nye County Line". Soon thereafter, turn left on Gamebird Road. +: After about 3 miles, you'll come to a 4-way stop at Homestead Road. Turn +: left and proceed about 6 miles. You'll see the Chicken Ranch on your left! +: I know you'll be all excited, but PLEASE remember to tell the shift manager +: that I sent you and should receive credit for it!!! + +: If you miss Gamebird Road, you'll find yourself on the main street of the +: town of Pahrump, with a speed limit of 35. Turn back and try again. + +: Want a map? You got it! If you print it out, use a monospaced font... + +: PLEASE REMEMBER TO TELL THE SHIFT MANAGER THAT Las Vegas +: BLAKE WILFONG SENT YOU & SHOULD RECEIVE CREDIT! / +: / +: Watch for / +: "Nye County Line" / +: Pahrump ----+--------------------~-------------------+ Pahrump/ +: | / Highway 160 / Blue Diamond +: | / Gamebird / Exit 33 +: |/ Rd. 3 miles / +: | / Interstate 15 +: Homestead | / +: Rd. 6 miles | / +: | / +: X Chicken to Los Angeles +: Ranch + +: 3.5 How do I fly myself there? + +: The Chicken Ranch has a simple landing strip, marked by white tires. Call +: them at (702) 727-5721 long distance, or 382-7870 from Las Vegas, for more +: information. + + +: 4. CUSTOMER PROCEDURES + +: 4.0 How do I get into the Chicken Ranch? + +: You will be standing at a white, metal fence with a gate. Press the button +: to sound a bell inside the Chicken Ranch. Assuming you don't look drunk or +: psychotic, the shift manager will press a switch inside that makes a buzzing +: sound and unlocks the gate. Pull it open and proceed to the door, where the +: shift manager will greet you. + +: If you are carrying any bags, briefcases, etc. they will have to be inspected +: or left with the shift manager. You will not be allowed to take weapons or +: cameras into the Chicken Ranch. + +: 4.1 What happens inside? + +: The shift manager asks you whether you wish to see the ladies. If you're +: just there to buy souvenirs or want to visit the bar first, tell her now. +: Otherwise, say "yes"! + +: The shift manager instructs you to take a seat on a couch in the parlor. She +: will press another button that sounds a different bell signaling the ladies +: to prepare for a lineup. Within a minute or two, the arrive in an adjoining +: hallway. + +: "Ladies, please introduce yourselves," the shift manager says. The ladies +: walk out from the hallway into the parlor, one by one. They are usually +: attired in attractive evening dresses, but may be wearing lingerie or even +: swimsuits--but their dignity is rightfully protected; nothing too revealing +: is permitted. As they enter, they smile at you and say, "Hi, I'm (name)". +: When they finish lining up in front of you, the shift manager asks you to +: select a lady. You will usually have at least half a dozen ladies to choose +: from. + +: 4.2 I'm terrible with names! What do I do? + +: Don't feel bad; most customers can't remember all the ladies' names. It's +: fine to say, "The second from the right," or "The lady in the blue dress." +: But I have almost always succeeded in actually naming the lady I want. +: Here's how: As the first lady comes out, memorize her name. Now, as +: the second lady comes out, decide whether you'd rather party with her or the +: first lady. If you want to party with the second lady, forget about the +: first lady and memorize the second lady's name. Continue this process as +: the lineup forms. This way, you only have to remember one name, the name +: of the most attractive woman you have seen so far. + +: Don't feel bashful! Once the lineup is complete, go ahead and say who you +: like! It is frustrating, uncomfortable, and awkward for the ladies to remain +: on display for customers who are scared to make a selection. I have seen +: this happen time and again. Believe me, you have nothing to fear! And you +: can't go wrong; all the ladies at the Chicken Ranch are wonderful. + +: 4.3 What if I don't find any of the ladies attractive? + +: This has NEVER happened to me. Some of the Chicken Ranch's ladies are so +: beautiful I can't figure out what they're doing in a brothel; they should +: be models! But if you REALLY want to back out now, at least do so +: gracefully. Turn to the shift manager and say something like, "The ladies +: are all lovely, but I don't see what I'm looking for. Thank you for your +: time." They'll remember you as a true gentleman! + +: 4.4 Okay, I've chosen a lady. What next? + +: The lady will take you to her room. It's small but comfortable, with one +: chair, a dresser, a double bed, a table, a window, and a closet. Many of the +: ladies have televisions and VCRs, along with portable stereos. Sometimes +: there is a bookcase with books and magazines. There may be tasteful +: paintings or prints hanging on the walls, or a wall or the ceiling may be +: mirrored. The walls are wood paneled and the rooms are well lit and very +: clean. Most of the rooms have very nice adjoining bathrooms. These living +: conditions are far superior to the dark, cramped cells at some of the other +: brothels. + +: The lady will sit next to you on her bed and ask what you would like to do. +: She may show you a menu, complete with staggering prices. Again, there's no +: need to be bashful; this is this lady's job! Tell her exactly what you want +: to do and you'll receive a party more to your liking. At this point, the +: lady will state a price or ask how much you had in mind spending. + +: 4.5 How much will my party cost? + +: That depends on many factors: the individual lady, the services you want her +: to provide, your bargaining abilities, and your appearance and demeanor. + +: The ladies are "independent contractors". That means that, to a limit, each +: sets her own prices. Some ladies charge more than others, though competition +: tends to keep their prices in line. + +: Last time I checked, the "house minimum" at the Chicken Ranch was $100. For +: that, you received oral or hand sex only, and your party would last no more +: than half an hour. A "straight lay" or "half-and-half", including more time +: and some real foreplay, usually runs $200 to $400. Many more options exist +: for those who can afford them. Some customers have paid thousands of dollars +: for extravagant parties. + +: Prices are negotiable--to a limit--even if they're written on a menu. Often, +: you can get a reduced rate simply by asking nicely or saying you can't spend +: as much as the lady is requesting. If the lady persists in demanding more +: than you think is reasonable, stand up and say you'd like to try someone +: else. It's most likely that the lady you've chosen will come around at this +: point and lower her price. If not, let her escort you back out to the +: parlor, and ask the shift manager for a lineup of ladies who would be more +: willing to give you a party in your price range. + +: Finally, bear in mind that the ladies are people. They dislike (and will +: probably demand more money from) customers who are mean, drunk, smelly, or +: shabbily dressed. + +: 4.6 What forms of payment does the Chicken Ranch accept? + +: Cash and travelers' cheques. They also have an ATM machine so you can use +: a credit card--but you'll have to pay your credit card's cash advance fees. + +: 4.7 Enough about the money! Are we ready to have sex now? + +: The lady will ask you to drop your pants, but don't get excited--she wants +: to inspect you. She will check for sores, venereal warts, chancres, puss +: discharges, pubic lice, etc. You will be sent on your way if you don't pass +: inspection. + +: Next, you pay the lady. She will take the money and leave the room. She +: hand over the money to the shift manager and tell her what kind of party she +: will be having with you. Meanwhile, you can go ahead and get undressed. + +: Do NOT wait under the bed covers! In most cases, the lady will want to party +: with you on towels or a bedspread ON TOP of the bed covers. + +: When the lady returns, she'll wash your genitals, take her clothes off, and +: start the fun! + +: 4.8 Are there any rules I should be aware of? + +: No kissing on the lips; it spreads germs. No sticking fingers inside the +: lady's orifices. Condoms are absolutely required for both oral and vaginal +: sex. + +: 4.9 Could you describe some of your experiences? + +: Sorry, but this is a respectable FAQ. Besides, I draw the line at relating +: my sexual experiences to strangers. If you really want to know what it's +: like, go book a plane ticket to Las Vegas! You won't be sorry! + +: 4.10 (Grumble.) All right, what happens when we're done? + +: The lady will remove your condom and wash your genitals again. Then you'll +: both get dressed and she'll escort you back to the parlor. She will say +: goodbye, then go to fetch the shift manager, who will let you out the door +: and buzz you back out of the front gate. + +: 4.11 Am I expected to tip the lady? + +: Some of the ladies have signs in their rooms saying that tipping is +: appreciated. A few may even go so far as to ask you for a tip. My policy is +: that the agreed-on price should be adequate for standard services (i.e., no +: tip). But exceptional service (e.g., an unusually long party or exquisitely +: creative foreplay) warrants tipping. When I do tip, I make it at least 10% +: of the cost of the party. + +: 4.12 Hey, this looks like the end!!! Where's the rest of this FAQ??? + +: I know it's incomplete, but I'm eager to get this FAQ posted. I'll add more +: to it and repost as time permits. This includes the Golden Egg Club info, +: alluded to but not present in this document (yet). + +: A. GLOSSARY + +: FAQ - A list of Frequently Asked Questions, with answers. +: Lady - A woman who sells her services at the brothel. Calling her a whore or +: prostitute would be like calling Itzhak Perlman a fiddler. +: Lineup - The process by which the customer selects a lady with whom to party. +: The ladies "line up" in from of the customer so that he may make a choice. +: Party - The service for the customer pays. May include, but is not limited +: to, sex. +: Russ Reade - Overseer and part owner of the Chicken Ranch. +: Shift Manager - The ladies' supervisor. She greets customers, organizes +: lineups, maintains records, answers the telephone, etc. In many ways, her +: role is similar to that of a "madam", but she is NOT the top-level +: manager and does not own the brothel. +: STD - Sexually Transmitted Disease + +: PLEASE remember to tell the shift manager that Blake Wilfong sent you and +: should receive credit! This is the ONLY reimbursement I receive for my work +: on this FAQ! Thanks. + +: -- +: ----------------------------------------------------- +: Blake Wilfong Houston, TX blake@phoenix.phoenix.net + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..25bef7b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.hum @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +The average cucumber is at least 6 inches long. +Cucumbers are always hard. +A cucumber never has performance problems. +It's no problem to pick up a cucumber. +Cucumbers can get away any weekend. +Cucumbers will respect you. The next morning too. +Cucumbers won't ask, "Am I the first". +Cucumbers arn't concerned with your virginity. +Cucumbers won't tell. +Cucumbers don't have hang-ups. +Cucumbers don't kiss & run. +You can enjoy as many cucumbers as you can handle. +You can eat cucumbers whenever YOU feel like it. +Cucumbers won't ask for their rating, on a scale from 1 to 10. +Cucumbers won't make a scene if there are other cucumbers available. +Cucumbers don't mind hiding in your refridgerator when your mother comes over. +Cucumbers don't give hickeys. +No matter what your age is, you can get your own personal cucumber. +Cucumbers can stay up all night, and you won't have to sleep in a wet spot. +Cucumbers won't leave you wondering for a month. +Cucumbers won't tell you that a vasectomy will ruin it for them. +Cucumbers never forget to flush the toilet. +Cucumbers don't compare you to centerfolds. +Cucumbers don't tell you that you look better with long hair. +A cucumber will never leave you for another woman, another man, another cucumber. +A cucumber won't tell you that he's outgrown you intellectually. +Cucumbers won't expect you to have little cucumbers. +Cucumbers are easy to discard. +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d625e067 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/cucumber.jok @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ + + + + The "why cu_CUM_bers are better than men" list + ============================================== + + +- the average cucumber is at least seven inches long +- cucumbers stay hard for a week +- a cucumber won't tell you size doesn't count +- cucumbers don't get too excited +- a cucumber never suffers from performance anxiety +- cucumbers are easy to pick up +- you can fondle cucumbers in a supermarket +- ... and you know how firm it is before you take it home +- you only eat cucumbers when you feel like it +- no matter how you slice it, you can always have your cuke and eat it too +- cucumbers can get away any weekend +- with a cucumber you can get a single room +- ... and you won't have to check in as "Mrs." Cucumber +- a cucumber will always respect you in the morning +- you can go to movie with a cucumber ... and see the movie +- at a drive-in, you can stay in the front seat +- a cucumber can alwsays wait until you get home +- a cucumber won't eat all the popcorn or send you out to get Milk Duds +- a cucumber won't drag you to a John Wayne Film Festival +- a cucumber won't ask "Am I the first?" +- cucumbers don't care if you are a virgin +- cucumbers won't tell other cucumbers you're a virgin +- cucumbers won't tell anyone you're not a virgin +- with cucumbers, you don't have to be a virgin more than once +- cucumbers won't write your name and number on the men's room wall +- cucumbers don't have sex hangups +- cucumbers won't make you wear kinky clothes or go to bad with your boots on +- cucumbers aren't into leathers and chains, talking dirty, or swinging + with fruits and nuts +- you can have as many cucumbers as you can handle +- cucumbers never need a round of applause +- cucumbers won't ask: + Am I the best? + How was it? + Did you come? How many times? +- cucumbers aren't jealous of your gynecologist, ski/tennis instructors +- a cucumber won't want to join your support group +- a cucumber never wants to improve your mind +- cucumbers aren't into meaningful conversations +- cucumbers won't ask about your last lover or speculate about your next one +- a cucumber will never make a scene because there are other cucumbers in + the refrigerator +- a cucumber won't mind hiding in the refrigerator when your mother comes over +- no matter what age group you are in, you can always get a fresh cucumber +- cucumbers can handle rejection +- a cucumber won't pout if you have a headache +- a cucumber won't care what time of the month it is +- a cucumber never wants to get it on when your nails are wet +- with a cucumber, you never have to say you're sorry +- cucumbers don't leave whisker burns, fall asleep on your chest, or drool on + the pillow +- cucumbers won't give you a hickey +- cucumbers can stay up all night, and you won't have to sleep in the wet spot +- Afterwards, a cucumber won't: + want to shake hands and be friends + say, "I'll call you a cab." + tell you he's not the marrying kind + tell you he is the marrying kind + call his mother, ex-wife, or therapist + take you to confesion +- cucumbers don't leave you wondering for a month +- a cucumber won't make you go to the drugstore +- cucumbers won't tell you a vasectomy will ruin it for him +- a cucumber a day keeps the ob-gyn away +- a cucumber won't work your crossword with ink +- a cucumber isn't allergic to your cat +- with a cucumber, you don't have to play Florence Nightingale during the + flu season +- cucumbers never asnwer your phone or borrow your car +- a cucumber won't consume all your food or liquors +- a cucumber doesn't turn your bathroom into a library +- cucumbers won't go through your medicine chest +- a cucumber doesn't use your toothbrush, roll-on, or hairspray +- cucumbers don't leave dirty shorts on the floor +- cucumbers won't leave hair on the sink or a ring in the tub +- a cucumber never forgets to flush the toilet +- a cucumber doesn't flush the toilet while you are taking a shower +- with a cucumber, the toilet seat is always the way you left it +- cucumbers don't compare you to a centerfold +- cucumbers can't count to "10" +- cucumbers don't tell you they like you better with longer hair +- a cucumber will never leave you + for another woman + for another man + for another cucumber +- a cucumber will never call and say, "I have to work late, honey." and then + come home with the smell of Channel No a 19 on him +- a cucumber never snaps your bra, or pinches your butt +- you always know where YOUR cucumber has been +- you won't find out later that your cucumber: + is married + is on penicillin or have AIDS + likes you, but loves your brother +- a cucumber never has to call "the wife" +- cucumbers never have mid-life crisis +- a cucumber doesn't have softball practice on the day you move +- cucumbers never have to tell you what they did while on vacation +- cucumbers don't care if you make more money than they do +- a cucumber won't wear shorts to your office party +- you don't have to wait until halftime to talk to your cucumber +- a cucumber won't leave town on New Year's Eve +- a cucumber won't take you to a disco and dump you for a flashy blonde +- cucumbers never want to take you home to mom +- a cucumber doesn't care if you always spend the holidays with your family +- a cucumber won't ask to be put through Medical school +- a cucumber won't tell you he's outgrown you intellectually +- cucumbers never expect you to have little cucumbers +- a cucumber won't say "Let's keep trying until we have a boy." +- a cucumber won't insist the little cukes be raised catholic, jewish, or + orthodox vegetarian +- it's easy to drop a cucumber +- a cucumber will never contest a divorce, demand a property settlement, + or seek custody of anything + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/desperat.sit b/textfiles.com/sex/desperat.sit new file mode 100644 index 00000000..fe6e76f1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/desperat.sit @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +From: david.segall@netnor.proxima.alt.za (David Segall) +Subject: How to entertain yourself +Date: 13 Jan 94 18:38:00 GMT + +Part I +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- +A MAN'S GUIDE TO SELF-AMUSEMENT + +DESPERATLY BORING SITUATION #1: +=============================== + +Business Meeting + + +CONDITIONS +Boring, dry speeches. Heard it all before. Keeping a serious demeanor +may be important to your survival. Can last all day. + +ENTERTAINMENT +1. Squeeze your hand and ovserve the bulging veins and blue color. +2. Sing "I Did It My Way" to yourself as loudly as you can. +3. Recall every sexual experience you ever had and categorize according +to quality (or quantity). +4. Hold competition for shortest speech, longest speech, most "ums" and +"ahs", most coughs. Include self in breath-holding competition, +in-mouth food particle search and fingernail clippings toss. +5. Count things. See how many smokers there are in the room, number of +tiles on ceiling, bald heads. Compare for additional fun (eg more +spots on your tie than cigarettes in ashtray etc) +6. Clean everything on your body that you can without arousing attention. + + +DESPERATLY BORING SITUATION #2: +=============================== + +Waiting for Doctor in Examination Room + +CONDITIONS +Average ten to twenty minute wait. Naked, worried, nothing to read, cold. +No decoration, nowhere comfortable to sit. + +ENTERTAINMENT +1. Do a nude interpretive dance. Slip on shoes, do tap dance. +2. Lay down on the table and put your legs up in the gynecology stirrups. +3. Weigh all of the equipment in the room by standing on the scale, then +deducting your weight from the total. +4. Unroll the disposable paper table covering and write a risque message +for the nurse who cleans up the exam room. Roll it back up. +5. Take the top off the waste container and see what kind of trash a +doctor has. + +DESPERATLY BORING SITUATION #3: +=============================== + +Post-intercourse Snuggling Period + +CONDITIONS +Must lay on back with woman's head on chest. Arm falls asleep. No interest +in woman or sex. Would rather be riding motorcycle or playing softball +with fellas. Can last from fifteen to thirty minutes or possibly all +afternoon or night. Failure to last through period will jeopardize future +sexual activity with that party. + +ENTERTAINMENT +1. Connect fly specks on the ceiling with invisible lines and see what +shape they make. +2. Try to remember your college grades. +3. Practice your foreign dialects as you answer romantic questions. +4. Play tunes blowing air through your nostrils. +5. Floss your teeth with a pubic hair. + +--------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Part II +--------------------------------------------------------------------------- +A WOMAN'S GUIDE TO SELF-AMUSEMENT + +DESPERATLY BORING SITUATION #1: +=============================== + +Ironing + +CONDITIONS +Hot, sweaty, repetitious, tiring, dumb. + +ENTERTAINMENT +1. Think about sex. + + +DESPERATLY BORING SITUATION #2: +=============================== + +Sex + +CONDITIONS +Hot, sweaty, repetitious, tiring, dumb. + +ENTERTAINMENT +1. Think about ironing. + + +Excuse the spelling mistakes :-) + +---- +--------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Netline Northcliff BBS *DS* [+27-11-477-1225 Johannesburg, South Africa] +Fidonet 5:7107/4 ILink 30/3/4 SYSOP:Alan.Kanowitz@netnor.proxima.Alt.ZA +--------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/differen.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/differen.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e39b0e77 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/differen.jok @@ -0,0 +1,138 @@ +From consp11@bingvaxu.cc.binghamton.edu Fri Oct 6 16:55:44 1989 +From: consp11@bingvaxu.cc.binghamton.edu (Optimist Prime) +Subject: Men & Women Are Different Species. + +NEWS BULLETIN - Men and women are NOT alike. +============================================ + + Sure, you thought you already knew that. But now we have proof! + After countless hours of surveys and studies on the following topics, + these facts have emerged. + +Relationships: +-------------- +First of all, a man does not call a relationship a relationship. He +refers to it as "that time when me and Susie were doing it on a semi- +regular basis. + +When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her +girlfriends, and she will write a poem called "All Men Are Idiots." Then +she will get on with her life. + +A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the breakup, +at 3:00am on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let +you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, +and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a +chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone +call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community +colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these +classes rarely prove effective. + +Sex: +---- +Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30-40 seconds of +foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay. + +Maturity: +--------- +Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function +as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and +giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school +romances rarely work out. + +Handwriting: +------------ +To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken- +scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their "i's" +with circles or hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their "p's" +and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when +she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley-face at the end of the note. + +Bathrooms: +---------- +A man has six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving +cream, a razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The +average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man +would not be able to identify most of these items. + +Groceries: +---------- +A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and +buys these things. A man waits until the only items left in his 'fridge +are half a lime and some mold. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys +everything that looks good. By the time that a man reaches the checkout +counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly +Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10- +items-or-less lane. + +Going out: +---------- +When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When +a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she WILL be ready to go out, +just as soon as she finds her earring, finishes putting on her makeup.... + +Cats: +----- +Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, +men kick cats. + +Offspring: +---------- +Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist +appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite +foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some +short people living in the house. + +Low Blows: +---------- +Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One of the +boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says, "Oh, gee. That must hurt." +The man doubles over and actually FEELS the pain. + +Dressing Up: +------------ +A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, +answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: +(1) Weddings, and (2) Funerals. + +David Letterman: +---------------- +Men think that David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. +Women think he is a mean, semi-dorky guy who's got a gap in his front teeth +and always has a bad haircut. + +Laundry: +-------- +Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of +clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were "hip" about eight +years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, +he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his +mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful +women at the laundromat. This is a myth. + +Weddings: +--------- +When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about "the ceremony." Men talk +about "the bachelor party." + +Socks: +------ +Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear +strange socks. They are cut way below the ankles, have pictures of clouds +on them, and have a big fuzzy ball on the back. + +Nicknames: +---------- +If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle get together for lunch, they will +call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, +Rob, and Jack go out for a brewski, they will affectionately refer to each +other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut Brain, and Useless. + ++-------///---------------------------------------------------------\\\-------+ +| /// Brett Kessler \\\ | +| /// ============= \\\ | +| \\\/// E-Mail to: consp11@bingvaxu.cc.binghamton.edu \\\/// | +| \XX/ and to: consp11@bingvaxa.BITNET \XX/ | ++-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/differen.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/differen.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4fb767e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/differen.txt @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ + +NEWS BULLETIN - Men and women are NOT alike. +============================================ + + Sure, you thought you already knew that. But now we have proof! + After countless hours of surveys and studies on the following topics, + these facts have emerged. + +Relationships: +-------------- +First of all, a man does not call a relationship a relationship. He +refers to it as "that time when me and Susie were doing it on a semi- +regular basis. + +When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her +girlfriends, and she will write a poem called "All Men Are Idiots." Then +she will get on with her life. + +A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the breakup, +at 3:00am on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let +you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, +and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a +chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone +call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community +colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need; alas, these +classes rarely prove effective. + +Sex: +---- +Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30-40 seconds of +foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay. + +Maturity: +--------- +Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can function +as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading baseball cards and +giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school +romances rarely work out. + +Handwriting: +------------ +To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken- +scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary and they dot their "i's" +with circles or hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in their "p's" +and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when +she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley-face at the end of the note. + +Bathrooms: +---------- +A man has six items in his bathroom - a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving +cream, a razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn. The +average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man +would not be able to identify most of these items. + +Groceries: +---------- +A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store and +buys these things. A man waits until the only items left in his 'fridge +are half a lime and some mold. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys +everything that looks good. By the time that a man reaches the checkout +counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly +Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10- +items-or-less lane. + +Going out: +---------- +When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. When +a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she WILL be ready to go out, +just as soon as she finds her earring, finishes putting on her makeup.... + +Cats: +----- +Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, +men kick cats. + +Offspring: +---------- +Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist +appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite +foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some +short people living in the house. + +Low Blows: +---------- +Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One of the +boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says, "Oh, gee. That must hurt." +The man doubles over and actually FEELS the pain. + +Dressing Up: +------------ +A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, +answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: +(1) Weddings, and (2) Funerals. + +David Letterman: +---------------- +Men think that David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. +Women think he is a mean, semi-dorky guy who's got a gap in his front teeth +and always has a bad haircut. + +Laundry: +-------- +Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article of +clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were "hip" about eight +years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, +he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his +mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful +women at the laundromat. This is a myth. + +Weddings: +--------- +When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about "the ceremony." Men talk +about "the bachelor party." + +Socks: +------ +Men wear sensible socks. They wear standard white sweatsocks. Women wear +strange socks. They are cut way below the ankles, have pictures of clouds +on them, and have a big fuzzy ball on the back. + +Nicknames: +---------- +If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle get together for lunch, they will +call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle. But if Mike, Dave, +Rob, and Jack go out for a brewski, they will affectionately refer to each +other as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, Peanut Brain, and Useless. + ++-------///---------------------------------------------------------\\\-------+ +| /// Brett Kessler \\\ | +| /// ============= \\\ | +| \\\/// E-Mail to: consp11@bingvaxu.cc.binghamton.edu \\\/// | +| \XX/ and to: consp11@bingvaxa.BITNET \XX/ | ++-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/doghow2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/doghow2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a682bf6b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/doghow2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ +A WOMANS GUIDE TO CANINE-HUMAN SEX + + Hi my name is Susie and I am writing the how-to guide for all +the women out the there that have considering engaging in canine-human +sex but were unsure of just how to go about it and those women who +would like to enjoy it more. + I consider myself an expert on the subject as I have been +practicing it for over the past twenty years. In that time I have made +love with hundreds of dogs and have found many exciting and satisfying +methods. I have also introduced many other women and several men to +the pleasures of canine sex. I hope that this how-to guide will +help you enjoy your love making more. + There are three areas that I will cover in the guide and they +are, + Oral sex, Vaginal sex and Anal sex + + Oral sex + Ugh you say? well don't say that so fast. Oral sex is a two +way street, most male dogs will spend much more time, than a human +male, providing you with the most electrifying oral sex. A dogs +tongue is much longer and is able to get to many places that a man +can't or won't. A dogs tongue is covered with thousands of tiny buds +that when he licks your clitoris you will feel sensations that you +did not know existed. How many of you have had a man give you +analingus, not many i'll bet. A dog has no such problem and if you +have never experienced a tongue working from the very top of your +slit all the way around to the end of your crack you have truly +missed something grand. + There are several very good positions for you to try if you +want to try this. If you decide that your preference is +clitoral/vaginal only I have found one position that works very well. +I recommend that you sit on the edge of a bed so that the back of your +calfs are flat against the edge of the bed. You then lay straight back +picking your feet up and placing the on the edge of the bed. This will +expose your clitoris, labia and vagina to his waiting tongue. + For those of you who would like more but want to prevent him from +trying to mount you then the ideal position is reclining on your side, +on pillows or cushions, on the floor. All you have to do at that point +is to raise your leg a little and he will have access to all of your +pussy and ass. + For those of you that want that ultimate experience you will have +to give give him full and total access to you. This can only happen +when you are down on all fours. Now I know that staying in that +position for more than a few minutes is not comfortable at all but +there is one way that I have found that will be both very comfortable +and very enjoying. You kneel at the edge of your bed and then lay, +the upper part of you body, face down onto the bed keeping your knees +on the floor. You then spread your knees apart as much as you dare +giving him full access to you. One very important item to remember +while you are considering what position you would like to use is that +if you do not wish to have him mount you this is not the position to +use. + Now that we gone over all the wonderful things that a dog can do +for you with his tongue lets talk about what you can do with yours. +I am well aware that there will be very few of you that would even +consider taking a dogs cock into your mouth let alone actually doing +it. I know there are many arguments as to why not, like its inside +that furry thing and its got to be dirty. According to several +doctors and veterinarians I have spoken to a dogs cock is three times +cleaner that a mans cock. A dog will spend considerable time every +day cleaning it, how many men do you know that do that? If you still +feel that this is something that you cannot do don't worry as there +are quite a few women who have never done it with a man. + If you are now ready to try let me just say this so that you may +be better able to enjoy what you are about to do. I find that although +there is little physical stimulation for me while I am sucking him off +I find I have a tremendous amount of mental stimulation. + Most male dogs will gladly allow you to suck them and there are +many positions to do it in. I find that two positions are very good +and are easy to accomplish. For those of you that are just starting +out and are nervous about doing it I recommend that you have him lie +on his back with you next to him. This will give you full access to +his cock and be able to control all the action. For those of you who +would like to try something a little more daring I recommend you lie +on your back with the back of you head slightly raised by a pillow and +have him stand over you with his cock within reach of your mouth. +I say that this position is for the more daring because he may +begin to hump while being sucked in this position and you should be +ready if that happens. + Before I describe the best method of sucking him I would like to +bring one thing to your attention. Most men like to have their balls +rubbed or fondled while having their cocks sucked, this is not so with +all dogs. Before starting any sexual activity with him touch and feel +his cock and balls to insure that he does like it. + The next thing that we are going to do now that we have gotten +into the position that we prefer is begin to get him aroused. I find +that the best way is to first gently stroke his cock through his +sheath until it begins to enlarge and slip out. Once you have at least +an inch of him out of his sheath you should gently take him into your +mouth. You should continue to gently stoke him with your hand while +you begin to slowly move you mouth back and forth over his cock. As +you do this his cock will continue to enlarge until he reaches full +erection. While you are moving your mouth over his cock you should +try to place the tip of you tongue into the indentation on the head +of his cock as this will cause his to reach his climax. As he +gets closer to his climax you will notice that at the base of his cock +there is a very large bulge known as his knot. This knot is used +to hold his cock inside a female (dog or human) until he has finished +ejaculating. If you are considering going further then you should make +a mental note of the size of his cock and knot. The average large dog +has a cock, when aroused, that is 5 to 7 inches long and 1 and half +to 2 inches wide. The knot for a dog whose cock is 6 inches long and +1 and a half wide can be two inches long and 4 inches wide. +A dog is different than most mammals as from the time they +begin to become aroused until they begin to get soft they will have +some form of ejaculate coming from their cocks. At first arousal +there is a clear thin fluid that tastes like iron and has the +consistency of water, this is his precum that is for lubrication so +his knot will slip into the females vagina. At full arousal is when +he actually will produce his sperm and you can tell when this happens +as his cum will begin to have a slightly salty taste to it. You +should be aware that his cum will never be as thick as a mans but he +will produce about twice as much as a man. + + Vaginal Sex + Good old screwing thats what this is all about, well not quite. +There are a number of things that differ from sex with a man other +than the dog can't get you pregnant. When I have been asked about +how to go about it the first time I usually recommend that you have a +human friend there to help you. I know that in most cases that is not +possible for any number of reasons. + At this point I will assume that you have made the decision that +you are going to have sexual intercourse with a large dog (75 pounds) +and that you are there by yourself. I will be your companion and you +may visualize me there. The first discussion is how are we going to do +it. There are two prime positions to use, the old standard doggy style +and the safer missionary style. If we choose the missionary position +you can prevent him from getting his knot inside you and we can be in +control the whole time. Ok you want to try the missionary position, +you are siting on the edge of a chair, a towel under you to prevent +his and your cum from staining the chair, your ass at the very +edge legs spread wide apart. Here comes your lover he sees your warm +and wet pussy and at once begins to sniff and lick it. You call him up +to you so that he has his front paws on the chair his body between +your legs. You take his sheath in hand and begin to stroke it gently +and as he begins to swell and extend you guide the end of his cock +into you. As he feels the wetness and warmth of you he begins to hump, +slowly at first then faster and faster until you feel his knot at the +mouth of your vagina. As his cum slowly fills you up you too reach +climax. + If you allow him to put his knot inside you YOU WILL be together +until he gets soft which usually take 15 to 20 minutes but can take up +to 45 minutes. The major benefit of the missionary position is that +if you do not want to have his knot inside you you can, in almost all +cases, prevent it by holding it in your hand. I find that the most +satisfying and arousing sensations I feel are caused by the knot +being inside me. I try to have my lover put his knot in every time we +make love. + Doggy style is just that, you are down on all fours with him. +This position will allow you to fully experience the pleasure of +having a canine lover. In the section on Oral sex, the last position +I described is the one that I recommend using. You make one small +change to how your body is on the bed though. Rather than having your +whole torso on the bed you should use your belly button as the guide. +To be in the proper position your belly button should be even with the +edge of the bed. Now that we are in the proper position and +comfortable, we are ready for our lover and here he comes. He will at +first sniff then lick you and after the tastes and smells begin to +arouse him he will move to a position to mount you. A dog will +usually come up directly behind you and mount you that way. Once he +has mounted you he will begin to hump trying to get his cock into you, +if this is something new to him then you should guide his cock to +where it should go, he will do the rest. As the two of you continue he +will move faster and faster with his strokes until you feel his knot +begin to swell and rub at the lips. At this point we have decision +time, If you want it inside you you should totally relax and allow him +to slide it in. If you don't want it in you you should reach back with +your hand and try to hold the knot with your hand. A simple note of +warning, if you use this position and then decide that you don't want +his knot in you you may not be able to prevent it from happening. If +his knot is in you you WILL have to wait until he gets soft. I do not +recommend you trying to remove it as unless your vagina is very large, +it will hurt and may even injure you. So if you have any doubt's at +all I would stick with the missionary position. + Well we are now mated and as his knot continues to swell inside +you you begin to feel this warm feeling inside you. I have been told +that a dogs body temperature is higher than a humans and that his cum +is even warmer, and as he cum's deep inside you you can feel that +warmth. His knot is now fully expanded, his cum is flowing into you, +your juices begin to flow mixing with his and at this point you begin +to feel his knot begin to throb. I found that while doing it doggy +style as his knot pushs against the inside walls of my vagina it +also pushes against the inside of my clitoris and that the sensations +of that happening drive me wild. I have reached orgasm up to seven +times in a row while this is happening. + + Anal sex + Well here again you may say ugh! but hold off for just one +minute. This section is for you women that have tried the first +two sections and want more. + There are some things that you should consider before you +attempt allowing your lover to mount you for the purpose of anal sex. +You should be experienced with anal sex, by this I mean you should +have no difficulty taking your human lovers cock into you. You will +not always be successful with achieving penetration and if you do you +may wind up with his knot inside you. If you now still want to try it +well lets go. + In finding a good position for male canine/human female anal sex +I have tried dozens of positions and found many that work and many +that didn't. I have found that the best position is one called a +modified doggy position. To get into that position you should first +find a open space, very private of course, inside your house or +wherever and place a soft pad on the floor for you to kneel on. You +then kneel on the pad and get into a normal doggy position. To achieve +the correct position you now bring your knees forward and tuck them +up into your stomach. Now that you have done that you rest the front +of your body on your elbows. + Great you have mastered getting into the proper position, now +there are some other things you have to do before you call to your +lover. We have this little problem with lubrication that has to be +solved with something otherwise this will really hurt. I have found +that natural oils such as olive or corn oils work best and will not +hurt your lover. NEVER NEVER use vaseline or that like as they will +make the dog sick or even worse. Well now we know what lubrication +we are going to use we must now apply it. It is not enough to just +smear a little oil on the outside of your anus for this to work, you +must lubricate both outside as well as inside. The easy part is the +outside and I leave that until I am in position to do. To lubricate +the inside I have found that if I lubricate as much of the inside of +my anus as possible I have no discomfort at all. I use a large +eyedropper, that will hold about an once or so of oil, to get the oil +inside and when I have done that insert one finger to spread the oil +over the muscle. + Congratulations you are now ready, you have done your inside +lubrication and are in the proper position and here comes your lover. +You should now take your oil and rub some on your anus and the area +around it. After he has mounted you you will probably have to guide +him into you. Once he is inside he will hump just like an vaginal sex. +The same precautions concerning his knot should be used here as well. +I do not recommend those just starting out to try having him insert +his knot. As there is not as much stimulation with anal sex you +may want to gently masturbate while he is in you. There is one way to +increase the stimulation and that is place a dildo into your vagina. +This will transmit his movement inside you to you clitoris and help +you reach climax. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/doit.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/doit.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6339150f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/doit.txt @@ -0,0 +1,214 @@ + + JUST DO IT + Presented by + Vuarnet International + 617/527.oo91 + --------------------- + +Anthropologists do it with culture. +Archeologists do it with mummies. +Architects do it late. +Bankers do it with interest, but pay for early withdrawl. +Bayseians probably do it. +Boy Scouts do it in the woods. +Carpenters do it tongue in groove. +Chemists do it in test tubes. +Chemists do it in the fume hood. +Chess players mate better. +City Planners do it with their eyes shut. +Computer Operators do it upon mount requests. +C++ programmers do it with class. +C++ programmers do it with private members and public objects. +Deprogrammers do it with sects. +Drivers do it with their cars. +Druids do it in the bushes. +Druids do it with animals. +Drummers do it in 4/4 time. +Drummers do it longer. +Drummers do it louder. +Drummers do it with both hands and feet. +Drummers do it with rhythm. +Economists do it at bliss point. +Economists do it cyclically. +Economists do it in an Edgeworth Box. +Economists do it with a dual. +Economists do it with an atomistic competitor. +Economists do it with interest. +EE's do it on an impulse. +Electrical Engineers do it on an Impulse. +Electrical Engineers do it with faster rise time +Electrical Engineers do it with large capacities. +Electrical Engineers do it with super position +Electricians do it in their shorts. +Electricians do it until it Hertz! +Electricians do it with spark. +Electricians do it with 'NO SHORTS'. +Elevator men do it up and down. +Elves do it in fairy rings. +Engineers do it any way they can. +Engineers do it in practice. +Engineers do it to a first order approximation. +Engineers do it with precision. +English majors do it with an accent. +English majors do it with style. +Entomologists do it with insects. +Entymologists do it with bugs. +Evangelists do it with Him watching. +Existentialists do it alone. +Fencers do it in a full lunge. +Fencers do it with three feet of sword. +Fetuses do it in-vitro. +Firemen do it wearing rubber. +Firemen do it with a big hose. +Firemen find `em hot, and leave `em wet! +Fishermen do it for reel. +Flagpole sitters do it in the air. +Football players do it offensively/defensively. +FORTH programmers do it from behind. +FORTRAN programmers do it with SOAP. +FORTRAN programmers just DO it. +Fuzzy theorists (and Zen Monks) both do it and don't do it. +F. B. I. does it under cover. +Gamblers do it on a hunch. +Geographers do it globally.....:-) +Geologists do it to get their rocks off. +Geometers do it constructively. +Gerald Ford does it on his face. +Gnomes are too short to do it. +Golfers do it in 18 holes. +Gravediggers die to do it. +Gymnasts do it with grace. +Gyneacologists mostly sniff, watch and finger. +Hackers do it absolutely. +Hackers do it all night long. +Hackers do it at link time. +Hackers do it attached. +Hackers do it automatically. +Hackers do it bug-free. +Hackers do it by the numbers. +Hackers do it concurrently. +Hackers do it conditionally. +Hackers do it detached. +Hackers do it digitally. +Hackers do it discretely. +Hackers do it during downtime. +Hackers do it during PM. +Hackers do it efficiently. +Hackers do it faster. +Hackers do it graphically. +Hackers do it immediately. +Hackers do it in a HRRI. +Hackers do it in batches. +Hackers do it in dumps. +Hackers do it in less space. +Hackers do it in libraries. +Hackers do it in loops. +Hackers do it in O(n log n). +Hackers do it in parallel. +Hackers do it in SEXTRAN. +Hackers do it in stacks. +Hackers do it in the microcode. +Hackers do it in the software. +Hackers do it in trees. +Hackers do it in two states. +Hackers do it indirectly. +Hackers do it interactively. +Hackers do it iteratively. +Hackers do it loaded. +Hackers do it locally (or globally). +Hackers do it randomly. +Hackers do it recursively. +Hackers do it reentrantly. +Hackers do it relocatably. +Hackers do it sequentially. +Hackers do it synchronously. +Hackers do it with all sorts of characters +Hackers do it with bugs. +Hackers do it with computers. +Hackers do it with DDT. +Hackers do it with demons. +Hackers do it with editors. +Hackers do it with fewer instructions. +Hackers do it with high priority. +Hackers do it with insertion sorts. +Hackers do it with interrupts. +Hackers do it with key strokes. +Hackers do it with phantoms. +Hackers do it with quick sorts. +Hackers do it with recursive descent. +Hackers do it with side effects. +Hackers do it with simultaneous access. +Hackers do it with slaves. +Hackers do it with their fingers. +Hackers do it with words. +Hackers do it without a net. +Hackers do it without arguments. +Hackers do it without detaching. +Hackers do it without proof of termination. +Hackers do it without protection. +Hackers do it without you even knowing it. +Hackers don't do it--they're hacking all the time. +Hams do it with frequency. +Hardware hackers are a charge. +Hardware hackers do it closely coupled. +Hardware hackers do it electrically. +Hardware hackers do it intermittently. +Hardware hackers do it noisily. +Hardware hackers do it on a bus. +Hardware hackers do it over a wide temperature range. +Hardware hackers do it with AC and DC. +Hardware hackers do it with bus drivers. +Hardware hackers do it with charge. +Hardware hackers do it with connections. +Hardware hackers do it with emitter-coupled logic. +Hardware hackers do it with female banana plugs. +Hardware hackers do it with male connectors. +Hardware hackers do it with maximum ratings. +Hardware hackers do it with power. +Hardware hackers do it with resistance. +Hardware hackers do it with transceivers. +Hardware hackers do it with uncommon emitters into open collectors. +Hawaiians do it volcanicly. +Helicopter Pilots do it while hovering. +Helicopter Pilots do it with autorotation. +Hikers do it naturaly. +Horn players do it French style. +Hunters do it in the bush. +Hunters do it with a bang. +Hurdlers do it every 10 meters. +Hypertrichologists do it with intensity. +Lawyers do it in their briefs. +Lawyers do it with extensions in their briefs +Lisp programmers have to stop and collect garbage. +Mathematicians do it in theory. +Metallurgists are screw'n'edge. +Moonies do it within sects. +Multitaskers do it Everywhere: Concurrently! +Nuns do it out of habit. +Philosophers think about doing it. +Photographers do it in the dark. +Physicists do it at two places in the universe at one time. +Physicists do it like Einstein. +Physicists do it with charm. +Physicists do it with large expensive machinery. +Physicists do it with the help of an absolute Bohr (ouch!). +Politicians do it with everyone. +Popes do it in the woods. +Programmers do it all night. +Quantum mechanics do it in leaps. +RISC assembly programmers do it 1073741824 times a second. +Scuba divers do it deeper. +Shakespearean scholars do it... or don't do it, that is the question +Smalltalk programmers have more methods. +Sociologists do it with class. +Statisticians do it with 95% confidence. +Statisticians probably do it. +Systems programmers keep it up longer. +Typographers do it with tight kerning. +Usenet freaks do it with hard drives! +Vicars do it with amazing grace. + + +-/Vuarnet International/- + 617/527.oo91 + 24oo-16.8k HST/V32bis diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/eel.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/eel.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ed7d3a62 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/eel.hum @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ + + How to kill a South Dakota Eel + Donated by: Optomist Prime + + Little Johnny was twelve years old and like other boys his age, rather +curious. He has been hearing quite a bit about courting from other boys and he +wondered how it was done. One day he took his question to his mother who +become rather flustered. Instead of explaining Johnny, she told him to hide +behind the curtains and watch his older sister and her boyfriend. This he did. + + The following morning, Johnny described everything to his mother. + + "Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off both of +the lights and he started kissing and hugging her. I figure Sis must be +getting sick, because her face started looking funny. He must have thought so +too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just like a +doctor would expect. He's not as smart as a doctor, because he seemed to have +trouble finding her heart. + + I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started +panting and getting all out of breath. His other hand must have been getting +cold, because he put it under her skirt. About this time, Sis got worse and +began to moan and sigh and skirm around and slide down to the end of the couch. +This is when the fever started. I know it was a fever because Sis told him she +was really hot. + + Finally I found out what was making him sick. A big eel had gotten inside of +him somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, ten inches long. +HONEST!!! Anyway, he grabbed in one hand to keep it from getting away. When +Sis saw it, she really got scared. Her eyes got big and her mouth fell open +and she started calling out to god, and stuff like that. Anyway, Sis got brave +and tried to kill the eel by biting his head off. All of a sudden she made a +noise and let the eel go. I guess it bit her back... + + Then she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle +out of his pocket and slipped it over the eels head, to keep it from biting +again. + + Sis lay back and spread her legs, so she could get a scissor lock on it and +he helped by laying on top with the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight. +Sis started groaning and squealing, and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. +I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. + + After a while, they both quit moving and gave a sigh. Her boyfriend got up +and sure enough they had killed the eel. I know it was dead because it just +hung limp and some of its insides were hanging out. Sis and her boyfriend were +a little tired from the battle but they went back to courting anyways. He +started hugging and kissing her again, and by golly, the eel wasn't dead. He +jumped straight up and started fighting again. I guess eels are like cats, +they have nine lives or something. + + This time Sis jumped up and tried to kill the eel by sitting on it. After a +35 minute struggle they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead this time +because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel the skin off it and flush it down the +toilet!" + + THE END + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/electron.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/electron.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..21605550 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/electron.txt @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ + THE SEX LIFE OF THE ELECTRON + + by D.C. Current + + + One night when his charge was pretty high, Micro-Farad decided +to seek a cute little coil to let him discharge. + + He picked up Millie-Amp and took her for a ride on his Megacycle. +They rode across the Wheatstone Bridge, around the sine waves and +stopped in the magnetic field by a flowing current. + + Micro-Farad, attracted by Millie-Amps characteristic curves, soon +had her fully charged and excited her resistance to a minimum. He laid +her on the ground potential, raised her frequency and lowered her +reluctance. + + He pulled out his high voltage probe and inserted it in her socket +connecting them in parallel, and began short circuiting her resistance +shunt. Fully excited, Millie-Amp mumbled, "OHM - OHM - OHM - OHM". + + With his tube operating at a maximum and her field vibrating with +his current flow, he caused her shunt to overheat and Micro-Farad was +rapidly discharged and drained of every electron. + + They fluxed all night, trying various connections and sockets, +until his magnet had a soft core and lost all of it's field strength. + + Afterwards, Millie-Amp tried self induction and damaged her +solenoids. With his battery fully discharged, Micro-Farad was unable +to excite his field, so they spent the rest of the night reversing +polarity and blowing each other's fuses. + + + unable +to excite his field, so they spent the rest of the night rever \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/erolit5.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/erolit5.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..758cb187 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/erolit5.hum @@ -0,0 +1,200 @@ + +[ May the porno's continue... ] + + Rick O' Shea + In combination with + Buster Hymen + Proudly Present... + + Erotic Literature Volume 1 Issue 5 + +:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_:_: + + Call these Boards. + +Affordable Harbor............................................408/249/7599 +SiliCon Chip (20megz)........................................408/866/4295 +M0DeM CycLe !!1!!............................................408/745/7524 + +:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+: + + I was a neighborhool nympho babysitter + -------------------------------------- + + It all started out as a perfectly ordinary Saturday night--and ended +up as a perfectly wonderful one, one which may have changed my sexstyle +forever. Since I live at home with my parents, I often babysit for neighbors +to earn enough money to continue my studies at a local junior college. Ours +is an average, middle class neighborhood and the people are nice, though I +have to admit that until that night I never thought of any of the people I +worked for as sexy. + + I guess curiosity just got the best of me that evening and I ended up +sampling a bit more than the Jameson's than I'd expected. The Jameson's-- +that's Dick and Kathy, a nice looking couple in thiere early thirties. I sit +for thier one year old, Jason. He's a good baby, very quiet and well behaved, +and that's why I was so suprised that night when Dick came back that evening +after being gone only a few hours. He said he just wanted to look in on Jason +and see how he was, but I could sense that something was up. + + Dick finally admitted that he and his wife, Kathy, had had a fight at +the party they'd been to and that he had left her there. She was to spend the +night with a girlfriend, he told me, and in the meantime, could he pay me to +stick around for a few hours and take care of the baby? I'd be glad to, I +said, and after I phoned my parents and told them the situation, they gave me +permission to do whatever I had to do. + + When I returned, Dick had made me a drink and the baby was sleeping. +I could sense that he needed someone to talk to and so I instinctively gave +him my shoulder to lean on, never thinking that for a minute that it would +lead to sex. But before long, Dick appologized for blabbing away about his +troubles and asked me about my boyfriends, asking me to tell him what I liked +about the opposite sex. One thing lead to another and soon the feeling of +closeness, we became enveloped in a warm embrace. + + It wasn't long before he led my hand to his zipper, I leaned in and +removed his cock. Falling to my knees, I slowly wrapped my lips around it. I +would have given anything to see the expression on his face then, but as it +was, I had to take his throbbing erection as my sole evidence of how much he +appreciated what I was doing with him. I closed my eyes to savor the taste +and feel in my mouth, slowly running my tounge along the ridge of circumcisiun + + I could hear Dick's sudden gasp on pleasure as my mouth closed around +his cock. His hand dug into my hard, pulling me closer as his hips thrust +vigorously back and forth. I closed my eyes again, sucking hard and eagerly +at his thick eight inches. I could feel the head of his prick slam the back +of my throat with each powerful thrust and this excited me all the more. The +feel of his hard, straining cock in my mouth awakened a savage hunger in my +I'd rarely known before. but couldn't wait to satisfy. + + He was fucking my face with short, hard strokes by then, but I loved +it and wanted more. I took him in as much as I could each time, but I wanted +it all, imagining in my mind's eye that it was my hot, wet cunt he was fucking + His big prick slid in and out of me as the wet, slurping sounds filled our +ears. Dick was breathing hard and pressing my face in so far my nose was +against his pelvic bone. my tounge slid all around his cock, feeling each +pulsing vien press my cheeks out. I couldn't help frigging my clip, I was so +excited by this forbidden enterprise! + + Dick's hands tightened in my hair, but I kept his prick deep in my +mouth, eagerly awaiting the hot, jetting spurts of cum I could feel building +up in his testicles. Then I felt the hot blasts, hot and wet and sticky. I +sucked hard squeezing his sperm-bloated balls and trying to draw out the last +percious drops and savor the delecious taste. + + To my complete surprise, I began coming myself just then. of all the +guys I had sucked, no one had ever given my an orgasm before, at least not +with out eating me as I blew him. My pussy contracted again and again, +sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I took my hand out of my pussy +and held onto Dick's pride for dear life, gasping for air through my nostils +as the final spurts of jism filled my throat as I gulped them down. + + By the time I had composed myself enough to let Dick's cock slip out o +f my grip, I was in for another suprise. I could my breath, licked the last +of the jism and opened my eyes. Standing in the doorway was Kathy, Dick's +wife! Dick saw her at the same time I did and his body tensed as I jumped +back, ready for anything. + + Not a word was spoken as Kathy came towards us. I was already on my +feet, smoothing down my skirt and looking for a place to hide, when Kathy put +her hands on my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes. "This couldn't be +what I thought it was, could it?", was my first thought as her hands touched +my shoulders. one part of me felt sure the woman was going to strangle me +then, while the other part felt a strange, unfamiliar tingling in my loins. + + Itensed momentarily, then relaxed, as Kathy's hands cupped and s +queezed my breasts. I found myself kissing her, slowly and deeply, her tounge +probing the depths of my mouth, and bringing the heat in our bodies to full +flame. We pressed in hard against eachother, running our cunts together as +shamelessly right in front of her husband as our tounges intertwined. I could +feel her hands unbuttoning my shirt as we kissed and soon her hands had a firm +grip on my titties. She was pinching each nipple between her thumb and fore- +finger as we ground against each other. The focus of lust in my cunt grew +unbearable. + + Somehow or other the three of us managed to stumble and trip our way +into the bedroom. Dick was part of it now, helping me take off my skirt as he +assisted his wife in slipping out of her bra so I could touch her soft, full +breasts. Kathy's breasts are much bigger than mine, and I;d always envied +her that, unconcousily. But now I couldn't wait to wrap my lips against each +nipple and suck them like her infant son. + + With all three of us naked on the bed at last, Kathy spread her legs +for me gas I hovered above her. My gaze was drawn, as if be a magnet, to her +soft, warm pussy and I reached out my hand hesitantly to touch it. Dick was +behind me, his hands cupping my tits as he leaned over my shoulder. + + "Kiss it, baby. Eat my cunt, " I heard Kathy whipser and I was irr- +esistably drawn to it. Dick got around beside me and put his hand on the back +of my head, gently pushing me down into Kathy's clit. I was immediately +rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from her as she lifted her hims and puched +Dick's hands out of the way so she could bury my face in her own beutiful +pussy. I swept my tounge across her cunt lips, up and down, and shot my +tounge deep inside her when I hardened it into a stiff pink "V". + + I wriggled in to get closed to her as Kathy's hands gripped my hair +and held me firmly in place. My haunches were high in the air as I twisted +my neck and shoulders to get my tounge in deep. Anything to give her pleasure +in this, my very first time with another woman. Kathy's moans and screams of +pleasure were enthusiastic, telling me how well I was doing each time I +touched her clit. The only time her hands left my hair was to spread her +luscious pink cunt lips wider. + + Dick had grown hard and stiff again just from watching all the action. +He got back around me, kneeling in mych the same way that I knelt behind his +wife's sweaty thighs, and began playing with my pussy, checking it for sweaty +ness and occasionally spreading it downwards with his hands. At the same time +I could sense him taking his blood engorged cock into his hand and testing my +asshole and cunt. + + He would stick just the tip in my pussy and sweep gobs of love juice +down into my anus. Then he would try me there, prodding against the tight, +puckered oppening with insistent force. Finally I could stand it no longer +the next titme he put his prick in my pussy, I lifted my head and pressed back +into him, so hard that his thickness was imbedded to the hild. + + Kathy screamed, "Oh, god, don't stop! Don't stop eating my pussy!", +and reached up frantically to bring my head back down. But she didn't have to +worry. I had no intenion of stopping eating her. Dick began pounding my +pussy grabbing mounds of flesh at my hips as he straightened his back +and thrust into my with merciless intensity. + + Kathy was beside herself be then as the tension and anticipation of +climax mounted withing us. She was squirming about on the bed so frenzied +that I could brealy keep her still long enough to find her sweet pussy and +eat it some more. But when I did find it, her shuddering climax seemed to +trigger my own and I shot over the edge with a rush. My pussy tightened +convuslsively around her husbands thrusting cock and I felt it leap inside +me, spraying my insides with semen. + + Kathy moaned mindlessly, flailing her arms on the nad +as her husband poured his load in my and she came. As for me, all of my joint +s and muscles had experienced while blowing Dick was hightened tenfold. The +three of us came almost simutaneously, a mind-warping, bone jarring explosion +that left us weary and exhausted. Dick slowly slid out of my cund and the +three of us nesteled in a panting heap of arms and legs on the bedspread. + + Not that any of us had had the opportunityt to think about the night +before, but Kathy explainbed later that she had been enjoying lesbian +interludes with some of her friends for some time and it had been putting a +strain on thier marridge. Now that the three of us were established as a +threesome, and she could share me with Dick, she felt much happier and more +secure about her marriage. As you've probably guessed, the three of us +continued to see each other quite a bit in the months and weeks to come. + + Since then, I have eagerly pusued threesome acrivity whenever I +babysit. Stragely--I would feel guilty hacing sex with only one of the +mariltal partners. These days I'm frequently hired to babysit for couples who +never go out at all! We simply 'stay-in'--each other's cunt's and arms and +genitals. With these fecerish sessions as an alternative, who wants to go to +the movies? + +:":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":":": + +NOTE: THE ABOVE STORY WAS WRITTEN BY TORI REDFERN AND WAS PUBLISHED IN "TOUCH +'S SECRET FANTASIES". LOOK FOR MORE STORIES IN THE FUTURE. + +u/l by Rick O Shea + + +(> \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/eroticbf.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/eroticbf.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e5ff8c5c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/eroticbf.hum @@ -0,0 +1,137 @@ + EROTIC BUFFET + (taken from THE EROTIC BAKER COOKBOOK by K. Dwyer & P. Brown) + +--APPETEASERS + +CELERY IN BONDAGE +1 lb extra-sharp Cheddar, at room temperature +1 lb small-curd cottage chees, at room temperature +1 T Worcestershire sauce +Pepper to tast +Pinch of thyme +3 small bay leaves (optional) +1 bunch celery +1 small spool of twine or strands of rawhide + +Blend cheses together in food processor. + Add Worcestershire, pepper, thyme, and bay leaves and mix thoroughly. Place +celery on cutting board and cut off ends. Wash and dry each celery stalk, +stuff with cheese mixture. Press stalks firmly back together, smaller stalks +inside, so that bunch looks like it did originally. Truss ends of bunch firmly +with several strands of twine or rawhide; tie tightly. Chill till firm (2-3 +hours). Remove bound celery and place on cutting board and present to guests +intact. Cut into 1/2 inch slices, emoving twine as you go and serve slices on +buttered toast or on rough rye cracker. + +DEVILISH WHORES D'OEUVRES +6 hard-cooked eggs +4 tablespoons mayonnaise +1 T mustard +Dash onion salt +1 small can mushroom pieces, drained +Paprika +Capers + + Split eggs lengthwise, Remove yolks and mash to paste with mayonnaise, +mustart and onion salt. Fill egg whites with mushroom pieces. Fill pastry bag +with youlk mixture. Using a #104 tube, wide end pointed down, start at wide +end of egg and make two wavy ribbons, following shape of egg, around the +mushroom filling. Sprinkle the yolk with paprika, and put caper at wide end of +egg. + +TEENY WEENIES +Cocktail franks +Pitted olives +Mayonnaise +Mustard +Toothpicks + + Steam franks. Put toothpick through one olive, then through a frank partway +down, then through the second olive. Mix mayonnaise and mustard in proportion +of 2 parts mayonnaise to 1 part mustard. Tope each frank with little of this +mixture or use as a dip, if preferred. + + +--THE MAIN AFFAIR + +BROKEN HEART +2 veal hearts (about 1 1/2 lbs each) +1 1/2 cups stuffing (recipe below) Stuffing +Flour 1/4 cup butter +Salt and pepper 3 T chopped onion +2 T shortening 3 T chopped celery +1 carrot diced 2 cups bread crumbs +1 small onion, chopped salt and pepper to taste +2 T chopped parsley 1/2 t thyme +3 or 4 cloves +1 bay leaf, crumbled +1 small tomato, chopped +1/2 cup re wine +1/2 cup water + + Cut hearts in half in zigzag fashion but do not cut all the way through. +Clean heart by cutting away the fat, arteries, and connective tissue. To make +suffing, melt butter; add onion and elery and cook till soft. Add bread crumbs +and seasonings and mix well. Put half of stuffing into each heart and sew +shut. Dust hearts with flour, sprinkle with salt and pepper. Melt shortening +in heavy saucepan; add hearts and brown slightly, turning once or twice. Add +remaining ingredients, Cook, covered, very slowly for about 1 1/2 hours. When +done, put hearts on heated platter. To serve, cut through the stiches so that +heart falls open in zigzag shape. Serve with pan juices. + +COCK-Y CROQUETTES +1 lb canned ham or lefover cooked ham +5 small potatoes, unpeeled +1 raw egg, lightly beaten +1 medium onion, shopped fine +bread crumbs +2 T butter + + Put ham through meat grinder, or chop coarsely in food processor. Boil +potatoes in their skins. When potatoes are done, mash them (leaving skins on) +and add egg, mixing thoroughly. Add chopped ham and onion and mix well. Shape +croquettes in either male or female parts, or both. Carefully roll each "part" +in bread crumbs; it may be necessary to pat them back into shape afterward. +Melt the butter in frying pan till hot. Carefully put croquettes in hot butter +in separate pieces..... fry each separately. Turn once or twice carefully and +cook till brown. When done, put them on heated platter, putting proper or +improper parts together. In fact, you can put them so much together that your +guest will hate to take them apart. And that's VERY Cock-y Croquettes! + +--LASCIVIOUS LEGUMES (to be added) + +--SALACIOUS SALADS (later...) + +--HIS AND HER BREADS (soon...) + +--THE CLIMAX:ASSORTED BALLS AND NUTS + +RUDOLPH'S BALLS +2 lb fruitcake +1/3 cup corn syrup +2 T rum +2 cups flaked coconut +red food coloring + + Crmble cake and mix with corn syrup and rum. Form balls 1 1/2 inch in +diameter. Put coconut into plastic bag with gew drops of red coloring. Roll +each ball in coconut until completely covered. + +RUM BALLS +1/2 to 3/4 cup rum +1 t rum flavoring +1/2 cup raisins (approx) +9 1/2 inch baked chocolate layer cake +1/4 cup chocolate frosting or corn syrup +2 cups chocolate jimmies + + Mix rum and rum flavoring in measuring cup. Put raisins into bowl and pour +rum over, covering raisins completely. Let soak for 1 week until raisins plup +up with rum (at least 2 days!) Crumble cake and add raisins and 1/4 cup of rum +mixture. Mix with frosting or corn syrup. Be careful mixture does not become +too sticky; it should form easily into 1 1/2 inch roun balls. Roll in jimmies +to cover. + +--LOVE ELIXIRS (later...) +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/eskimo.nel b/textfiles.com/sex/eskimo.nel new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dc8c4ff4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/eskimo.nel @@ -0,0 +1,301 @@ + + ** The Ballad of Eskimo Nell ** + +Gather 'round, all you whorey, +Gather 'round, and hear my story. + +When a man grows old and his ball grow cold, +And the tip of his prick turns blue; +When it bends in the middle like a one-string fiddle, +He can tell you a tale or two. + +So pull up a chair and stand me a drink, +And a tale to you I will tell +About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete +And a harlot named Eskimo Nell. + +When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete +Go forth in search of fun, +It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick, +And Mexican Pete the gun. + +When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete +Are sore, depressed and sad, +It's always a cunt that bears the brunt, +But the shooting's not so bad. + +Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete +Lived down by Dead Man's Creek, +And such was their luck that they'd had no fuck +For nigh on half a week. + +Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou, +And a bison cow or so, +But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick, +This fucking was mighty slow. + +So, do or dare, this horny pair +Set off for the Rio Grand: +Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick, +And Pete with his gun in his hand. + +Then, as they blazed their noisy trail, +No man, their path withstood. +Many a bride, her husband's pride, +A pregnant widow stood. + +They reached the strand of the Rio Grand +At the height of a blazing noon. +To slake their thirst, and do their worst, +They sought Black Mike's saloon. + +The swinging doors they pushed back wide, +Both prick and gun flashed free. +"According to sex, you bleeding wrecks, +You'll drink or you'll fuck with me!" + +Now, they'd heard of the prick of Dead-Eye Dick, +>From the Yukon to Panama, +So, with scarcely worse than a muttered curse, +Those fellows all sought the bar. + +The girls, too, knew of his playful ways +Down on the Rio Grande, +And forty whores pulled down their drawers +At Deat-ed Dick's command. + +For they saw the finger of Mexican Pete +Move on the trigger grip, +So they didn't wait: At a fearful rate +Those whores began to strip. + +Now, Dead-Eye Dick was breathing quick +With lecherous snorts and grunts, +So forty butts were bared to view, +And likewise forty cunts. + +Now, forty butts and forty cunts, +If you can use your wits, +And if you're slick at arithmetic, +Makes exactly eighty tits. + +Sure, eighty tits are a gladsome sight +For a man with a raging stand. +It may be rare in Berkeley Square, +But not on the Rio Grande! + +Now Dead-Eye Dick had fucked a few +On the last preceding night, +This he had done just to show his fun +And to whet his appetite. + +His phallic limb was in fucking trim. +As he backed and took a run, +And made a dart at the nearest tart, +He scored a hole in one. + +The lady he bore to the dusty floor, +And there he filled her fine, +And though she grinned, it put the wind +Up the other thirty-nine. + +When Dead-Eye Dick lets loose his prick, +He has no time to spare, +For speed and strength, combined with length, +He fairly singes hair. + +He made a dart at the next fair tart, +When into that harlot's hell +Strode a gentle maid who was unfraid: +Her name was Eskimo Nell. + +By this time, Dick had got his prick +Well into number two, +When Eskimo Nell let out a yell. +She bawled to him, "Hey, you!" + +Dick gave a flick of his muscular prick, +And the girl flew over his head, +He then wheeled about with an angry shout; +His face and his balls were red. + +Nell glanced our hero up and down, +His looks she seemed to decry. +With utter scorn, she sneered at the horn +Which rose from his hairy thigh. + +She blew the smoke of her cigarette +All over his steaming knob. +So utterly beat was Mexican Pete +That he failed to do his job. + +It was Eskimo Nell who broke the spell +In accents clear and cool: +"You cunt-struck shrimp of a Yankee pimp! +You call that thing a tool? + +"If this here town can't take that down," +She said to those cowering whores, +"There's another cunt that can do the stunt, +But it Eskimo Nell's, not yours." + +She dropped her garments one by one +With an air of conscious pride, +And as she stood in her womanhood, +They saw the Great Divide. + +She seated herself on a table top, +Where someone had left a glass. +With a twitch of her tits, she crushed it to bits +Between the cheeks of her ass. + +She flexed her knees with a supple ease, +And spread her thighs apart. +With a friendly nod to the mangy sod, +She gave him the cue to start. + +Now, Dead-Eye Dick knew more than one trick, +And he meant to take his time, +For a woman like this was orgasmic bliss, +So he played the pantomime. + +He flexed his asshole to and fro, +And made his balls inflate, +Until they looked like the granite knobs +On the top of a palace gate. + +He blew his anus inside out, +His balls increased in size, +His mighty prick grew twice as thick +And reached almost to his eyes. + +He polished it up with alcohol, +Then, to make it steaming hot +And finish the job, he sprinkled the knob +With a cayenne pepperpot. + +Then did he neither start to run +Nor did he take a leap, +Nor did he stoop, but with a swoop +Began a steady, forward creep. + +As a marksman might, he took a sight +Along his mighty tool, +And his steady grin as he pushed it in +Showed a calculated cool. + +Have you ever seen the pistons +On the mighty C.P.R., +With the driving force of a thousand horse? +Well, then you know what pistons are. + +Or, you think you do, but you've yet to see +The ins and outs of the trick +Of the work that's done on a non-stop run +By a fellow like Dead-Eye Dick. + +But Eskimo Nell was no infidel, +As good as a whole harem +With the strength of ten in her abdomen +And the Rock of Ages between. + +With nary a scream, she could take the stream +Like the flush of a watercloset. +Now, she gripped his cock like a Chatswood Lock +On the National Safe Deposit. + +But Dead-Eye Dick would not come quick, +He meant to conserve his powers, +For if he'd a mind, he'd grind and grind +For sixteen solid hours. + +Nell lay a while with a subtle smile, +Then the grip of her cunt grew keener, +And a squeeze of her thigh then sucked him dry +With the ease of a vacuum cleaner. + +She performed this trick in a way so slick +As to set in complete defiance +The principal cause and basic laws +That govern sexual science. + +She calmly rode through the phallic code +Which for years had withstood the test, +And the ancient rules of the classic schools +In a moment or two, went west. + +Right here, my friend, we come to the end +Of copulation's classic: +The effect on Dick was sudden and quick +And akin to an anaesthetic. + +He fell to the floor, and he knew no more, +His passions extinct and dead, +Nor did he shout as his cock fell out, +Though 'twas stripped right down to a thread. + +Then, Mexican Pete did leap to his feet +To avenge his pal's affront, +With a jarring jolt of his blue-nosed Colt, +He rammed it up Nell's cunt. + +He rammed it hard to the trigger guard, +Then fired two times three, +But to his surprise, Nell closed her eyes +And smiled in ecstacy. + +She rose to her feet with a smile so sweet, +then "Bully," she said, "for you. +Though I might have guessed that that was the best +That you two poor pimps could do. + +"When next, my friend, that you intend +To sally forth for fun, +Buy Dead-Eye Dick a sugar stick, +And yourself an elephant gun. + +"I'm going forth to the frozen North +Where the peckers are hard and strong, +Back to the land of the frozen stand +Where the nights are six months long. + +"It's hard as tin when they put it in +In the land where spunk is spunk. +Not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream, +But a solid, frozen chunk. + +"Back to the land where they understand +What it means to fornicate, +Where even the dead sleep two in a bed +And the babies masturbate. + +"Back to the land of the grinding gland, +Where the walrus plays with his prong, +Where the polar bear wanks off in his lair, +That's where they'll sing this song. + +"They'll tell this tale on the Arctic trail +Where the nights are sixty below, +Where it's so damn cold the jonnies are sold +Wrapped up in a ball of snow. + +"In the Valley of Death with baited breath, +That's where they'll sing it too, +Where the skeletons rattle in sexual battle +And the rotting corpses screw. + +"Back to the land where men are Men, +I'll say 'Terra Bellicum,' +And there I'll spend my worthy end, +For the North is calling: 'Come!'" + +Then Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete +Slunk away from the Rio Grande, +Dead-Eye Dick with his useless prick, +And Pete with no gun in his hand. + +When a man grows old and his balls grow cold, +And the tip of his prick turns blue, +And the hole in the middle refuses to piddle, +I'd say he was fucked, wouldn't you? + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/evil.bondage b/textfiles.com/sex/evil.bondage new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8cf035a2 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/evil.bondage differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/evilbondage.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/evilbondage.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..661b64c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/evilbondage.txt @@ -0,0 +1,139 @@ + +<\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/> +<\/>........................................................................ +..............................Evil Bondage.............................<\/> +<\/>....................Phucks Phrom The Third Dimension.................. +................................(@) 1987.............................<\/> +<\/>.................................................................... +........................Written By: The Occultist..................<\/> +<\/>.................................................................. +<\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/><\/> + + + + "All is ready, Master." said my assistant, handing me my dark robe and +rubber devil's mask. + "Thank you. I will enter now." I responded. + + The room was dark, lit only by a small black lightbulb in one corner. I +could see a table in the center, upon which was strapped a nubile lass, naked +but for the leather gag in her mouth. + + From under my robe I pulled a large cat-o-nine-tails. I began to stroke +it fondly, as I spoke, "We have captured you from your evil extistence. You will +now submit to us. I am in charge of breaking you in, and you shall call me +Master." + + With this I walked to the table and removed her gag. + + "Now, my lovely, will you renounce yourself as a sinner in the eyes of +the modem god, who you so falsely deny as fantasy?" + + "Never," spat she, "for I worship the corporate god of Sprint!" + + "Then feel the wrath of a phreak scorned!" said I, raising the whip. + + With cruel abandon I brought the whip down onto the flesh of her +breasts. She screamed as the shards of glass in it tore through her skin, +releasing scattered drops of blood. Again I brought it onto her breasts, +whipping them again and again, until they were thoroughly oozing the red fluid. + + "Bitch!" I screamed, as I lay another stroke upon her stomach. + + "There is no repentance! I shall have my way with you!" + + Undoing the straps on her ankles, I twisted her body over, so her naked +ass was facing me, and again fastened the straps. + + I watched the pale globes of her ass squirm in the dim light, sweat +dripping from the crevice between her legs. I reached out, feeling her firm +bottom, slapping the cheeks for good measure, before raising te whip again. The +lash rang upon her, making her scream in agony as her ass yielded under the +blows. Her buns turned a dark shade of red, welts raising on them. I dropped the +whip then, wanting to continue on my own. + + Climbing upon the table, I undid the clasp of my robe, dropping it to +the floor. My cock, a slight drop of sperm oozing from the tip, was poised over +her ass. I reached down and spanked her, hard, until she was again screaming, +then plunged my hard cock into her cunt. The tight walls of her virgin pussy +gripped my cock as I rode up and down, again and again plunging brutally into +her twat. Her body shook as I punched her ass with both fists, causing her to +grip my penis even harder. I reached under her and fondled her bleeding tits, +squeezing and pulling their maimed exterior, before applying two nipple clamps +to her, firmly twisting them so as to make her scream in pain, even more blood +coursing down her chest. + + I suddenly withdrew from her and stepped down from the table. From the +wall I pulled two lengths of electrical cord, which I wound onto the nipple clamps. +Walking to a switch on the wall, I giggled, thinking of all the shares of stock +this scummy bitch had owned in various long-distance companies. The lever went +down with a twist, and the lady on the table screamed, blue bolts of electricity +charging through both tits. + + I walked back to the table and withdrew a large rubber double dong from a +drawer. I smashed the dildo onto her back and ass, whipping her again and again +with the two-pound monster. Then, with a shout of glee, I inserted the tool of +pain and pleasure into her soaked pussy, now going through electrical convulsions. +Her pussy lips barely opened for the dong, and I had to push it all the way in by +brute force, making her twat bleed terribly in the process. When it was firmly +lodged inside her, I went back to the switch and turned it to the off position. + + While still at the wall, I yanked the cords from her clamps, and put them +back. Then I opened a small, hidden closet and produced a long, thick tire iron. I +then strode back to the table. + + Her body was limp, and she unconscious. I untied all her bonds, while +pushing the dildo further into her, until it was no longer visible at all. + + With a heave I lifted her body onto my shoulded, and took her to another +corner of the room, where I strapped her neck into a guitione, her head hanging +over a basket. I then lifted her ass to a presentable position in the air, and +removed the nipple clamps. + + I reached for a hose and turned it on. Foul waste products spewed forth, +directly into her face. She soon awoke, trying to spit bits and pieces of fesces +from her mouth. + + "Well, well, my dear.. your scheme to stop all phreaking hasn't worked out +so well, has it?" I said. + + She struggled to reply, but could not, as I had once again reapplied the gag. + + I then walked behind her, where I spread her ass and applied a bit of vaseline +to the entrance. Grasping the tire iron firmly, I placed just the tip against her +unloosened asshole. Muffled screams came from her mouth, her last moments being filled +with thoughts of fear. + + I applied the two-pronged end of the iron to her, and pushed. + Her ass ripped open on the sides, the sharp edges of the iron being too much +for mortal flesh. Blood began pulsing from the wound, and bits of shit oozed from the +sides of the hole. The tire iron was lodged about an inch inside her ass, and I pushed +furher, ripping what was left of her ass wide open. + + Suddenly, the gag dropped loose from her mouth and unearthly screams filled the +air, her moans dragging far out into the street. + + "Fucking whore!" I shouted, lunging the iron all the way in her ass with my +shoulder, thus letting her uterus fall out onto the floor. But it did no good, her +screaming just reached a crescendoing height. + + "Take this!" + + I reached for the cord which would drop the guitione blade. Finding it, I gave +a pull, and the heavy blade dropped into her neck, depositing her head in the basket. + + Reaching for the head, I inserted my dick into the open mouth, and pumped back +and forth. My hands groped up to the eyes, which I yanked out and into my mouth. + + An explosion rocked the corridor outside, and the steel door to my chamber opened. +Standing in the doorway were a squad of MCI and Sprint fone pigs, staring with agape +mouths as I orgasmed into the lifeless head of their once-chief exec. + + "Fools! You will never destroy the phreaks of the '90s! We are a strong breed!" I +screamed, the last drops of cum oozing from my penis onto her face. + + I backed up into the room, the horde of gestapo trying to crowd through the door. +Liting the blade of the guitione into place, I layed my head into th chopping block and +pulled the cord. All went black. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/exotictorture.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/exotictorture.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4e2c4ac6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/exotictorture.txt @@ -0,0 +1,113 @@ + DAMAGE INC. PRESENTS: + + [DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI] + + EXOTIC TORTURE TECHNIQUES + + A GUIDE TO THE BEGINNER + + WRITTEN BY: CYBERPUNK + + [DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI][DI] + + + INTRO: + + SO YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT TORTURE, EH? THIS IS WRITTEN FOR + THE SICK, TWISTED INDIVIDUAL, AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEW BY THOSE WITH + HEART PROBLEMS. + + DISCLAIMER: + + IF YOU FUCK SOMEONE'S DAY UP USING THE INFORMATION CONTAINED + IN THIS PHILE, I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILTY, THEN AGAIN, WHO GIVES A FLYING + FUCK? + + + ESSENTIALLY TORTURE IS USED AS A LAST RESORT WHEN ONE NEEDS + INFORMATION NOT GIVEN WILLINGLY BY THE OTHER PARTY. OF COURSE IT CAN + BE USED JUST TO FUCK SOMEONE OVER THAT YOU REALLY DON'T LIKE. THE + FIRST METHOD I WILL TALK ABOUT IS THE 'BLEEDING DONG' METHOD. + + 'BLEEDING DONG'-THIS IS A FORM OF MALE TORTURE. YOU TAKE THE SUBJECT + AND STRIP HIM OF ALL HIS CLOTHES, THEN YOU TIE HIM STANDING TO A TREE. + NOW HERE COMES THE FUN PART: YOU MAKE AN INCISION WITH A SCALPAL THE + LENGTH OF THE 'DONG', OR DICK. NOW AT THIS JUNCTURE THE MAN IS IN A + SMALL AMOUNT OF PAIN, YOU CAN FIX THIS SITUATION, HOWEVER, BY ADDING + ALCOHOL TO THE WOUND. THIS IS A SURE FIRE WAY TO GET SOME SCREAMS. + NEXT YOU BRING IN THE BEAUTIFUL FEMALE CAPTIVE. BY THIS POINT SHE HAS + ALREADY BEEN RAPED AND IS VERY TIMID. UNDER THE THREAT OF VIOLENCE, + YOU MAKE HER AROUSE THE MAN. HE MAY FIGHT, BUT CANNOT CONTROL HIS + MEMBER, IT WILL RISE TO THE OCCASION AS IT WERE. AND HERE IS WHERE + THE BLOOD STARTS SLOWLY LEAKING OUT, THEN IT COMES IN SQUIRTS. THIS + METHOD IS USED ONLY AFTER YOU HAVE GOTTEN THE INFO FROM THE MAN AND HE + NEEDS TO BE DISPOSED OF. OF COURSE THERE ARE EASIER WAYS, BUT THIS IS + MORE FUN. + + 'TESTICLE THERAPY'-THIS IS AN OLDIE, BUT STILL A GOODIE. THIS METHOD + INVOLVES LARGE AMOUNTS OF VOLTAGE BE APPLIED TO THE TESTICLES. FIRST + ONE MUST STRIP THE MAN NAKED AND STRAP HIM TO A TABLE, DESK, OR ANY + OTHER NON-CONDUCTING SURFACE (YOU DON'T WANT TO KILL HIM, YOU JUST + WANT TO MAKE HIM WISH HE WAS DEAD). SPREAD HIS LEGS AND STRAP THEM + + + + + + + + + + + + + + APART. BY THIS TIME THE MAN WILL BE SCREAMING AND MOANING, IGNORE + THESE PLEAS. NOW CONNECT THE ELECTRODES TO HIS SAC. THEN ALL YOU + HAVE TO DO IS PLUG THE FUCKER IN AND VOILA, THE DUDE IS FRYING. YOU + MAY THEN THROW WATER ON HIM IF YOU LIKE. THIS SEEMS TO CONDUCT THE + ELECTRICITY BETTER, AS TOO CAUSE MORE PAIN. + + + 'CLIT TWIST'-A NICE LITTLE METHOD FOR WOMEN. TAKE ONE WOMEN + (PERFERABLY GOOD LOOKING) AND STRIP HER DOWN. RAPE THE BITCH UNTIL + SHE BLEEDS. HELL FUCK HER IN THE ASS TOO. AFTER YOU FINISH, SHE + SHOULD BE IN A SEMI-CONCIOUS STATE. YOU THEN FIND THE CLIT AND BEGIN + TO FONDLE IT. SLOWLY BEGIN TO TWIST IT. EVER SO SLOWLY PULL ON IT. + THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, GIVE THAT FUCKER A BIG YANK AND THE BITCH WILL + POP RIGHT OFF. THE BIMBO WILL THEN COMMINCE TO SCREAM IN AGONY. THEN + FEED IT TO HER. + + + 'PROD'-THIS IS A MOST INTERESTING METHOD FOR WOMEN. FIND A BIMBO THAT + LOOKS FAIRLY DECENT AND TAKE HER. RAPE THE BITCH UNTIL SHE BLEEDS, + AGAIN FUCK HER IN THE ASS. THEN AS SHE LIES THERE, OUT COLD, JAM A + FUCKING CATTLE PROD UP HER CUNT. SHE PROBABLY WON'T WAKE UP YET, SO + TURN THE PROD ON. HER REACTION SHOULD BE FUNNY. HER EYES WILL + SUDDENLY POP OPEN, AND HER MOUTH OPENS TO SCREAM, BUT NO SOUND COMES + OUT. AND THEN WHEN YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE LOST YOUR HEARING, THERE + COMES THIS BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM FROM THE BIMBO'S MOUTH. FUNNY AS + HELL. + + + 'BAR-B-Q'-THIS IS A MOST EXCELLENT METHOD FOR WOMEN. TAKE ONE FAIRLY + DECENT PREP. STRIP THE BITCH DOWN. APPLY WHAT APPEARS TO BE SUN TAN + OIL TO HER CUNT (IN ACTUALLITY IT IS THICKEND GAS). GET HER ALL HOT + AND BOTHERED. THEN LIGHT THAT SUCKER UP. THE CUNT WILL GO UP IN + FLAMES. ONE COULD FUCK THE BITCH WHILE HER CUNT WAS ON FIRE. BUT + EVEN >I< AM NOT SO HARD UP. + + + THESE ARE JUST A FEW OF THE METHODS THAT CAN BE APPLIED. BE CREATIVE + AND INVENT YOUR OWN IDEAS. TORTURE IS ONE OF THE MOST MISUNDERSTOOD + ARTS. BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR MORE DAMAGE, INC. PHILES IN THE FUTURE. + + + -------------------------------------------------------------------- + TIME FOR A FEW PLUGS: + + INFINITY MINUS TWO-615.552.7879-HOME OF DAMAGE, INC-PHILEZ ON-LINE + + THE DEAD ZONE-214.522.5321-CDC BOARD-PHILEZ GALORE + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/farm.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/farm.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c749f136 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/farm.hum @@ -0,0 +1,365 @@ + My Uncle's Farm + by + Emily Wescott + + +When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I +remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in +the summer there. + +My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and +generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and +saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark +brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. +"Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?" + +Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses +court, missey." + +This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the +stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished +at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the +great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with +embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of +Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you +ever seen people do it?" + +"No," I mumbled, "of course not." + +"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would +you like to see it?" + +This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had +agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness +this with my own eyes. + + * * * + +The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of +bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was +doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself. + +Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us +on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread +some hay over us to hide us. + +Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my +uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've +something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that, +he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I +had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt +before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it. +She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it. + +As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that +Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his +bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his +tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't +want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle +below us was making me more and more excited. + +Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me +this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table +and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature +cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside +of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was +at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into +her. + +The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon +pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool +plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a +man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it +very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from +behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could +do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My +mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I +couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I +imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my +pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out. + +Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed +his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle +was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her +thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he +pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was +kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was +that Inga was still being fucked, still coming. + +Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He +pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her +notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own. + +His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet +still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it, +and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me. + +Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed. +As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my +tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for +action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the +hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me, +he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that +we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was +still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined +it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced +himself deep inside of me. + +Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one +another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive +tool. + + * * * + +My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a +field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of +the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often +seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether +regions. + +One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished +to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked +up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder +against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand, +leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave +off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the +ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I +could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a +distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often. + +After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a +bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him +that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip +on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and +his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss +before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased. + +"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the +gardening shed?" + +He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me +down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I +pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he +asked. + +"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands +continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards. +"What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be +forced to tell my uncle!" + +"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and +your skin is so smooth and soft!" + +"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at +all proper." + +"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly +upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny. + +"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be +in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I +said, as he found my love button. + +He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am, +I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and +began licking and kissing my cunny. + +"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled +his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood. +In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my +tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon +managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He +wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me. + +His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me +furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen +against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I +felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon. +His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly +lacking. + +As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that +I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power +of my uncle's tool. + +I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that +if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much +better off staying with Aboab. + + * * * + +While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls, +Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My +uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar +(my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them +in the house). + +One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these +walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I +arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any +dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon +spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden. + +I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush. +Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden. + +"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been +waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile, +now!" + +"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when +you squeezed my buns during dinner?" + +"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora +noticed." + +"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that, +he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her +soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my +body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and +squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had +worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her +hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh, +sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to +her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So +large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which +she did with wild abandon. + +"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you +will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!" + +She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on +the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool +into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not +help myself. + +Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan +moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to +feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the +task. + +Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt +Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This +added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep +from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle. + +I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and +falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting +the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely +serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy. +My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my +finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood. + +Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping +together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep +into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that +he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to +be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back +into the bushes, so as not to be caught. + + * * * + +Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That +night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking +with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her +bed chatting away. + +As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me +a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or +another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to +see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no +different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it. +Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her +nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly +has a lot more hair than mine." + +"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will +have as much hair as mine, soon enough." + +"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder +how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and +gently licked her. + +"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In +fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room. + +Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my +attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky +taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann +was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her +private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she +arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly +lapped up. + +"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me, +precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?" + +"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. . ." + + * * * + +The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his +evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating +that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the +side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not +risen yet, and it was quite dark. + +I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the +center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's +cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and +hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was +planning to do to me. + +"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you +sure you want to be here?" + +I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him, +rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared +satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands +under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised +me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my +tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on +my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms +firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on +the ground. + +I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared +as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his +trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me. +I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth +in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing +against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into +me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh, +oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than +ever!" + +Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling +of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had +imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with +fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I +was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to +split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into +me. + +It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious +feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and +penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My +entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against +yeilding flesh. + +Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his +wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was +forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a +marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his +giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep +into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his +sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in +the feeling of his hot cum filling me. + +I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of +me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed +him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a +bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling +radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm +overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/favorite.col b/textfiles.com/sex/favorite.col new file mode 100644 index 00000000..00ba1dc2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/favorite.col @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ + YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR IS THE KEY TO YOUR SEXUAL LIFE + + (hope you had a good laugh or cry......) +RED +Tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in +every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is lighted, it may take +hours to extinguish. When two Reds get together, the ensuing erotica +could make Lady Chatterley blush. Lovers of Red tend to be the +aggressors and weaker colours should beware! + +YELLOW +If you tend to favour Yellow your sexual drivers are complex and lean +toward the adaptable. The favourite colour of homosexuals is Yellow! No +don't panic - not everyone who wears Yellow is gay. In most cases the +person will acquiesce to the stronger partner's desires in a passive +manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn +down an invitation from someone you enjoy or admire. + +PURPLE +Lovers of the colour Purple frequently consider themselves too regal for +a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to muss +their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In +both sexes, Purple partners are more concerned with their fulfilment +than anyone else's gratification. + +BLACK +Black colour preferences point to Black sex. These people are the +misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend +to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in +nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under +stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that many sex +offenders prefer the colour Black. And it is no coincidence that the +uniform of monsters and teenaged gangs is Black attire. + +GREEN +Those who prefer Green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex. +Women who love Green will make love like virgins all of their life. And +a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward, but in a charming and +endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If +chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity. + +PINK +Persons who like Pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters. +Women tend to tease; to promise more than they intend to deliver. In +some cases, they flaunt their femininity - but because they secretly +hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire lingerie +wardrobes in Pink. Men who like Pink are philanderers and flirts. They +are the type who will take three dates for the same evening and not keep +one; preferring to pick up a dish in some bar, instead. Women whose +husbands like Pink should keep a secret nest egg for when they are +deserted. Pink indicates a tendency to squander money. ORANGE +People who favour Orange tend to have sexual fantasies. The sex act is +regarded as a dramatic role, a one-act play in which they are the star. +Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings; +meaningless dialogue they feel fits their image. Orange people often do not +experience orgasm, but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their +partner's hair and women leave red welts on their sex partners back. But the +bruises and the ballyhoo add up to nothing. + +BROWN +If you love Brown, you are a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers +tend to be warm and deep. Sensitive to the needs and desires of their +partners. Sex is a 24-hour a day thing to them. They can't say "I Love You" +often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching +snowflakes on their tongue is a turn on to a lover of Brown. They need lots +of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh +word could end the affair. + +GRAY +The colour Gray is preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get +excited about anything - including colours - so they choose a noncommittal +shade. Men who prefer Gray look at sex as a means of relieving tension, +(nothing more, nothing less). It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women who +prefer Gray don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two +reasons, to accommodate their mate or to become pregnant. They count the +cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. When a +Gray marries another Gray, the marriage is made in heaven. But when teamed +with another colour, the Gray spouse considers the colour's infidelity a +blessing. + +BLUE +Lovers of Blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sincere, affectionate and +sensitive to their partners needs. They consider lovemaking a fine art and +their approach is elegant. Men who love Blue are like concert pianists; +delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in +the Blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners, but +their passion might be compared to tidal waves rather than fiery aggression. +Both men and women enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of love-making as much as +the sex act itself. In marriage, a Blue person is a wonderful mate - never +failing to please the spouse and never seeking outside interests. + +WHITE +If a person in infatuated with White, sex often seems dirty. These people are +puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in daylight +in unheard of. Women who love White will undress beneath the covers. Men will +shower before and after the sex act. These people will use pet names for +their genitals. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/favsexpo.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/favsexpo.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ea09e011 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/favsexpo.hum @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ + + + + ++* Sexual Preferences *++ + Of Users That + We All Know Well + ----- + Written By: Teeny Bopper + & + Surf Rat + + ...An Anarchy Inc. File... + + +The American: Communist Women +The Jackyl: Anything that Moves +Champion Eternal: 70 year old women + and up. +The Sabre: Young Little Girls +The Daredevil: Small Barnyard Animals +Surf Rat: Blonde 14 year old cheer- + Leaders +Teeny Bopper: Young British + Pop stars and mods. +Havoc T. Chaos: Rutebegas +Matt Ackeret: Fire Hydrants +The Quazar: Large Stiff Snails +Dragon Lord: Turtles +Rod Serling: Mental Patients +Princess Leia: Barbie Dolls +Enchantress: Anything in the back- + seat of a mustang. +Modem Uzer: N/A +The Sheik: Motor Queens +Kid Vicious: Anything in Leather +The Anarchist: Aligator Clips +Alexander of Atlantis: Breakers +Piranna Fish: Anything that kicks +Olympic Goddess: Ken Dolls +The fissure: Star Wars Figures +Lambda Boy: Little Boys +Lord Omega: Stoners +Inver Brass: Female Pheds +The Oracle: Godesses +Eric C. Thomspon: Zucchini +Darc Deathe: Northern Women +Ruby Tuesday: Bearded Men +Blue Adept: Blonde Detectives +The Aussie: Sea Lions +The Saracen: Fast Women +King Arthur: Ladies of The evening +The Unbuckler: Zippers and Buckles +WolVerInE LogAN: Shift Keys +Terri Pryde(?): Bikers +The Moon Roach: Tripple Breasted + Whores from Eroticon + six. + +Well..Give more suggestions! Coming +soon! Favorite Sexual Positions of +Users by Teeny and Surf. + +Anarchy Inc: + =-----------------= + Anarchy Inc. + "...We take cares of + our own..." + + +(> + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/fellatio.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/fellatio.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4e04895b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/fellatio.txt @@ -0,0 +1,695 @@ + + + + + +******************************************************************************** +HOW TO SUCK COCK - A 14 LESSON TUTORIAL +WITH TECHNIQUES FROM SOME OF THE EXPERTS. + + +LESSON ONE + +I am not sure if it was because I grew up in a household with +brothers or whether I would have had the same feelings and +inclinations had I been an only child but I do know that from the +time of my earliest memories I have been fascinated with penises. +.Let's talk about the "basic penis." I regard oral sex as the +highest form of expression of love that can be exchanged between +two people. Hopefully this information will help you to break down +any barriers which you might have that would prevent you from +expressing your love in this way and from receiving a +reciprocation from your male companion. +.First things first. LOOK at the cock. I do not mean a +cursory glance not a hurried, surreptitious examination. Take +enough time that you convince your companion that some kind of +treat is in store for him provided he will allow you to do with +him, and particularly with his cock, exactly what you want. +.Place him flat on his back on your bed, in a well lighted +room. Take his cock in your hand and LOOK at it. He probably will +not have the will power to stay soft, but then again you are +worshipping his very essence. Few men can stay soft under these +circumstances, when it is apparent that the person LOOKING at his +cock is worshipping. +.When you first start to touch him, his cock will become hard +and be in a state where your examination will be meaningful. +Wouldn't it be nice if going to the doctor for an examination was +as enriching? +.The cock must be hard if you are to be able to note the +important parts-those parts sensitive to stimulation by your lips +and tongue. +.The first thing you will note is whether or not he is +circumcised. Circumcision is not universally practiced: there are +advantages and disadvantages to penises in both conditions from +the standpoint of providing oral caresses that bring the highest +kind of delight to your man. +.Next take a close look at the shaft of the penis itself. +There is a bulbous part of the organ near the outer end, slightly +larger in diameter than the shaft, which is often called the head. +Technically this is the glans penis (comes from the Latin glans +which means acorn. Look at it closely; does kind of look like an +acorn doesn't it?) +.The outside perimeter of the glans penis is the corona. This +joins the head to the shaft. This is the most sensitive spot on +the penis. It is toward this ridge that you will direct most of +your attention when you are giving head. Follow this ridge around +to the underside of the penis. You know that I like to call it the +underbelly. I am particularly fond of the underbelly! +.You will notice a point of juncture where the two ends of +this irregular circle come together. If your partner is not +circumcised, this will also be the point where the foreskin is +attached. This tiny area is easily the most sensitive spot on his +entire body, and it is possible to bring your partner to climax +simply by gently tapping the tip of your tongue directly on it. +Spend time caressing the glans and those areas immediately +surrounding it. +.Beneath the glans is the shaft of the penis. The shaft does +not have many nerve endings and does not, therefore, provide a man +with any high degree of stimulation when caressed either manually +or with your tongue to the exclusion of the glans penis itself. +It always amazes me to note the number of confirmed cocksuckers +who believe that sucking up and down on the shaft will get the guy +off. That's not it folks! If it works it is because the back of +your throat is playing tricks on his glans penis. Your throat is +giving head to his head! +.Beneath the shaft are the testicles (balls, jewels, call +them what you like, but let's not ignore their significance). The +testicles are extremely sensitive to pain and are not usually +considered subject to erotic stimulation to any particular degree. +Not true! You can add a high degree of pleasure for him by paying +the right kind of attention to the balls! +.Now lets go back to the shaft of the matter. The opening in +the tip of the glans penis is the meatus. Here is where the cum +spurts. (I could have said semen is ejaculated but I did not want +to sound too professional). +.There are other parts of a man's body which respond with +alacrity to oral stimulation. +.Many men are particularly sensitive around the nipples. The +first time I kissed my partner's nipples he shot before I had the +chance to even get near his cock. While I have not been able to +duplicate this in the laboratory setting (he hates to go near the +lab with me) my partner still gets extremely turned on by my +lingual nipple caresses. +.So LOOK at your partner's penis. Study it. Learn its areas +of special sensitivity completely and be ready to apply your +knowledge to his body with your tongue and with your lips when you +bend your loving head over his cock. There is nothing that you can +do which more clearly shows your love for him than the worship you +can provide his cock! + +LESSON TWO + +.The sad fact is that most people, men and women, do not have +the slightest idea of how to suck cock. Most seem to think that +simply by making a cunt of their mouth, closing it around a man's +penis, and bobbing their heads lustily up and down until he +climaxes automatically makes them expert cocksuckers. Au +contraire! +.Consummate skill is required to suck a man's cock and +provide him with the highest degree of pleasure possible. When I +first started my quest I really had no one to turn to for advise +and counsel. It was all hunt and suck. Hunt and suck. Find that +one technique that could and would set him on fire! I had to +learn from my experiences and while I would not want to deny you +the innate pleasure that these experiences will bring I would hate +to see you lose a great companion because of your inexperience and +lack of expertise. +.Let's assume that you have taken that opportunity to LOOK at +his penis. To explore each area of the penis to find the most +sensitive parts. That you have gotten beyond "Parts is parts" and +recognize that some parts are more equal than others. +.In order for you to observe your man's reactions and get the +most information possible about his responses try the following: +.While his erect penis points toward the ceiling, cup his +balls in one hand and gently, using only your tongue, lick softly, +but carefully along the entire underside of his erect organ. As +you suck along the underbelly you will learn those areas that give +him the greatest pleasure when your tongue is touching them. +Unless he is made of stone, your partner will provide you with +vivid clues as to which areas are most pleasurable. +.As you discover these areas of enhanced pleasure concentrate +on them. For most men the most sensitive area will be the point +where the ring (or corona) of the head and the foreskin are +attached. Or were attached prior to his circumcision. By +continued licking and tapping along this area with your tongue you +are going to bring forth a geyser. If you are not skilled and you +want to please him in a hurry I suggest that you get him off in +this manner in order to become familiar at first hand with the +nature and delight of his climax. +.As he is getting ready for climax you will note changes in +his penis. These signs will be the same every time he climaxes so +that you can prepare for his cum properly. The head of the cock +may swell somewhat larger then it is during the normal course of +his erection. He may thrust his hips forward as he wants to send +his +body hurtling out his cock with his cum. And for most men, +immediately prior to the cum, there will appear at the tiny, +lovely lips at the tip of the cock a clear drop or two of fluid. +When you see this or feel the opening at the meateus through his +condom you know that the moment of truth is at hand. Launch the +torpedoes, full cum ahead! +.Where should you be when you are sucking his cock? Between +his legs, on top of him, in a sixty nine position? Where? +Because of the structure of his penis, as well as the structure of +your mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth, you can provide the highest +degree of sensation to yourself and your partner by kneeling +between his legs and approaching his cock from the bottom rather +than from the side or the top. Don't believe me? Try the various +positions (I describe in later chapters techniques to be used with +each position). See what works best for you and your partner. + +LESSON THREE + +.Place his stiff cock inside your mouth but do not tighten +your lips around the shaft. With your head begin a circle motion. +The cock will slide to different places in your mouth as you +continue the circle motion. Watch your teeth on this one. A +kneeling position will suffice but it is also effective when your +partner is on his back and your head is directly over his cock. +The circle should be executed in both clockwise and +counterclockwise motions in a slow purposeful manner. I found many +guys in New York who seem to prefer this technique above all +others. I met one guy who could circle a cock for hours and I +found myself having multiple orgasms while his mouth circled my +cock. I didn't lose my hard-on after each cum. When the technique +is performed correctly it means many hours of unadulterated +pleasure. + +LESSON FOUR + +.With your man sitting in an elevated position and you on +your knees in front of him lift his hard cock to reveal his balls. +With your tongue find the underside of his balls. Now, while +resting his balls on your wet tongue, lick in an upward motion to +the very tip of his cock. It is permissible to use your hands in +this technique. It is bettor to do this technique several times +in succession-like licking a lollipop or ice cream cone. I grew up +down south. And one thing about.southern boys. We learn early how +to get if off quickly when the need is there. And the lollipop +lick is the one technique in this book which few men can tolerate +for long periods of time without cumming. + +LESSON FIVE + +. Right now lets discuss a technique that is probably the +most common cocksucking technique in the world. Take his cock in +your mouth but not deeply. We will get to deep throating later +on. It's great, not over-rated, but if you want to be an expert +at deep throat start with the right techniques and work your way +down, so to speak. +.Take his cock in your mouth by sliding your moistened tongue +lovingly over the head until your lips close around the shaft at +the point just behind the corona. Don't just open your mouth and +close it around his cock. Slide it in. He will enjoy it much more. +.Encase the shaft of his penis with your hand. Remember the +shaft is relatively insensitive to any kind of stimulation. By +enclosing his penis with your hand you give him the sensation of +having his penis encased. +.Now you have several options. Try twisting your head from +side to side making sure your moist lips stay in contact with the +coronal ridge. While doing this gently move your hand up and down +the shaft. When he climaxes he may want to push your head further +down the shaft of his penis. He wants to envelop you with his +cock. As you are learning his climax you will miss the fine points +if you deep throat at this time. Instead gently suck around the +corona as he climaxes so that you can intensify his pleasure and +increase the force of his orgasm. +.As you gain more experience you will be able to tell exactly +when his climax is approaching and you will be ready for that +initial spurt out the rubber. + +LESSON SIX + +.There is one further refinement to this basic technique +which will heighten his orgasm. If you place your thumb at the +very base of the penis in such a way as to block the tube through +which the cum spurts, the semen cannot escape even though he is +spasming and going through the reflex action of ejaculating semen. +.If at the same time you suck vigorously on the head of his +cock you can delay his cum for several long moments. When you +finally allow the cum to spurt it will last much longer and be +just as intense as a result. Even though you delay the cum for +only a few short moments you will be surprised by the intensity of +his cum. +.These techniques are the basis of cocksucking. Do not go +beyond them until you have become an expert, not only in the +techniques themselves, but also in the reading and interpreting of +your partner's responses to such a point that you know exactly how +he is getting off on what you are doing. When you have reached +this point, you are ready for the more subtle, more advanced +techniques. +.Don't be so slavish that you miss out on the fun of self +discovery. Find out what works for you and for your partner and +make your cocksucking as individual as your signature. After all, +you want your man to pick you out in the dark among hundred +slobbering cocksuckers. + +LESSON SEVEN + +.One of the first things you encountered when you first +started to suck cock was a gag reflex. Most men seem to want to +force their cocks down your throat as far as they can get it. +Particularly at the moment when they cum! +.Consider for a moment that the average length of your oral +cavity is three to three and a half inches while the average +Caucasian cock length is five to five and a half inches. The laws +of nature would seem to dictate that getting all that cock into +your mouth is an impossibility. +.It can be done. You probably know someone who can do it and +that is why you purchased this book to begin with. It is possible +to master the necessary technique. I don't want to be boring, but +if you understand your anatomy you will begin to understand the +requirements that allow you to take his hard cock into your mouth +and down your throat. The biggest obstacle to taking all of his +cock down your throat is the fact that there is a bend of almost +ninety degrees behind your tongue leading down into your throat. +So the first thing to do is get the cock past that angle. + +Get past the angle of the dangle! + +.In order to practice this, get in a position where you can +turn your head in such a way that your mouth and throat lie almost +in a straight line. The best position to accomplish this is to lie +on a bed so that your head is near the edge with your body +sprawled across the bed so that your head is tipped sharply back. +This position will put your mouth and throat nearly in a line and +will allow your partner to approach you in such a way that +insertion of his cock can be made so deeply that his pubic hair +presses against your lips. + +LESSON EIGHT + +.Today we will practice mastering physical reaction that must +be alleviated before the art of deep penetration can fully be +enjoyed. The natural tendency of the body to gag when a foreign +object such as a deeply thrusting cock being forced down your +throat. You can overcome this tendency by completely relaxing +your throat at moment the insertion is made. It is equally +important that you maintain this relaxation during the entire deep +throating. +.Let him put his cock down your throat and hold it still +while you find the most comfortable way to proceed. Because of +your position you will not be able to move or to offer him any +greater stimulation than simply keeping your mouth tightly closed +around his throbbing cock. If you are able try to stimulate his +underbelly with your tongue, do it! +.You will only be able to relax and take his cock in this way +if you completely thrust your partner. Your partner is in full +control. He must initiate and maintain all the motion. This is +the only exercise in which you relinquish your control of the +situation to your partner. He will relish this for the simple fact +that for the first time he can insert his cock as deeply down your +throat as he wants to. .Now your partner begins an in and out +movement that is just like fucking. He should start slowly, +especially if this is a completely +new experience for the two of you. After all if he hurts you he +cuts himself off from one of the great pleasures in life. His +only other requirement during this exercise is to keep the motion +in the same direction throughout this oral exercise as there is +simply no leeway for him to vary the motion from side to side. + +One other word of caution. + +.Don't let your partner get carried away at the moment he +starts to cum. At that spectacular moment he will be able for the +first time to thrust his cock all the way inside your oral cavity +and that is the most important lesson of this exercise! His only +other requirement during the exercise is to keep the motion in the +same against your lips as he cums. Because of your position in +bed you will not be faced with the problem of swallowing his cum. +And this is not just because he has a condom on his dick. The +reason is because he has gotten his cock BEYOND your gag reflex! +Without the rubber his cum would shoot directly into your stomach! +If both you and your partner understand what it is that you are +trying to do as well as the possible problems that may "cum" up +along the way no harm or discomfort will happen to either of you. +.It is possible that not everyone will learn the "deep +throat" technique but this inability does not make you any less a +cocksucker. You must allow your throat to relax completely while +your partner is thrusting his cock this deeply down your throat. +To do this long enough for your partner to completely get it off +is very difficult and may require practice beyond this day. It +may be that you will be able to take your partner completely down +your throat, but you will not be able to maintain proper +relaxation of your throat to until he shoots his load. Hopefully +your partner will understand that this is not a rejection of him +or of what he is offering you, and it is my sincere desire that +you not stop here and think that you will never master the "deep +throat" technique. +.Continue to practice this lesson. I know couples who have +devoted ten months to this lesson alone. Continue to practice +this technique because your practice will allow you to take his +cock deeper into your throat each time and for longer periods of +time. Ultimately you will succeed. If you have the desire you +will get this one down pat! + +LESSON NINE + +.Now lets turn to another portion of your partner's anatomy +which should not be ignored-the family jewels. Here are two +objects which can enhance your partner's feelings more than any +other. Many people do not think of the balls as primary sexual +objects. Many men are extremely sensitive and just as in lesson +eight there must be a certain amount of trust built up between the +two of you before he will willingly let you have undisputed use of +these two pearls of delight! +.For today's lesson begin by gently licking his balls with +your tongue. As your partner becomes more trusting you may begin +to play with his nipples with your fingers gradually increasing or +decreasing the intensity as you gauge how he is responding. You +may want to gently caress his cock with your hand while you are +bathing his balls with your tongue. +.Remember that the balls are extremely sensitive to pain and +he will lose his trust in you if you do not respect any limits he +places on them just as you have the right to place limits on the +back of your throat until you are completely ready to receive him. +.It is possible once you have built up this trust to take +both his balls in your mouth. He will be more receptive to this if +you thoroughly wet them with your tongue prior to taking them into +your mouth. Unless your partner is into the new fad of complete +body shaving he will have tiny hairs on his testicles. By giving +the balls a complete tongue bath prior to taking them into your +mouth, you will have pressed these hairs down along the surface of +the sac and will not inadvertently cause pain by pulling on them. +.This may seem a small lesson but you will discover an +entirely new world of sensations for your partner when you take +the time to get to know his testicles! + +LESSON TEN + +.I hesitated to include this into your lesson plan but +finally I decided that if you are aware of the most safe way to do +this technique that my responsibility for giving you the tools to +be the best cocksucker you can be will be satisfied. + +Analingus. +Putting your tongue to his anal opening. +Ass sucking. +.Before you even consider doing this, make certain that your +partner is clean. Immediately out of the shower. Place a piece of +Saran wrap over the butt. At no time should your tongue come into +contact with the anal surface itself. +.For this lesson place your partner on his back with his legs +in the air and his knees close to his shoulders. This spreads his +buttocks apart and allows you access to his butthole. +.You are probably under the impression that actual +penetration of the asshole itself is necessary for your partner to +receive the most complete enjoyment of this technique. Not so +mojo! The nerve endings around the anus itself have no +discrimination and you will get him off just as well and as +thoroughly by licking around the area as if you stick your tongue +up his butt! +.As with some of your other lessons this technique will not +usually be enough to get him to cum, but I feel that it is +important to know all aspects of your partner's body in order to +give him the most complete pleasure you can. You may find that +after many hours of oral pleasure you need to have other areas to +concentrate on in order to give him the satisfaction he deserves. +.Analingus is a powerful stimulant and when combined with +other activities such as vigorous hand stimulation on his cock +will cause a rapid and powerful cum! + +LESSON ELEVEN + +.For most of our lessons the only thing required is yourself, +your partner, and a condom. Maybe some Saran wrap. A plastic glove +or two. Well, another toy that will enhance your pleasure is a +mini- +vibrator. For this lesson you may want to start with your finger. +Then as you and your partner become more accustomed to each other +you may find him a little intrigued about the vibrator and what it +can do for him. +.As you are giving head begin a slow playful search around +his +ass. Many men are particularly sensitive in this area and it will +enhance the sensations that your mouth and tongue and throat are +giving his cock to feel a finger playing with his butt. As your +partner relaxes and allows you access, gently insert your gloved +finger into his butt. Go slowly exploring the velvety sensations +along the sides of his opening. +.When your finger is inside his asshole completely you will +be at the area of the prostate gland. Massage of this gland by +your finger will produce some of the most delightful sensations +your partner has yet to experience. I remember going to the +doctor for a physical the first time I felt this sensation. I +could hardly wait to get home and have my partner try it out on me +again. While it was a bit embarrassing to cum in the doctor's +office, the feelings that the doctor inadvertently produced were +so strong that I wanted to experience them again and again! +.A gloved finger is really all that is required for this +lesson. However some members of the Cocksuckers Club of America +report to me that a mini-vibrator works exceptionally well for +this type of stimulus. It is just the same length as the average +finger and due to the vibrations that it produces the sensations +against the prostate gland are even more enhanced! +.If your partner likes this stimulation you must then +discover which method he likes best. Some men prefer an in an out +movement with the finger or the vibrator while others do not. I +personally find this painful--too much like a stab in the dark. I +prefer the finger or vibrator to be placed against the prostate +gland and left there to do its most. Whichever method your partner +prefers is the one you should use. +.One other point. When your partner cums there will be a +natural tendency for him to push the finger or vibrator out of his +asshole. The asshole muscles are spasming and anything in the way +will be forced out. But to maximize his pleasure you must not let +this happen. Hold your finger or the vibrator firmly in place-- +this will help to stimulate the sperm production to its maximum. +.Many people have questioned me about a vibrator around the +cock itself. Does it add to the sensation or not? +.It does for my partner, it does not for me. That seems to be +the consensus of opinion of other readers of FRENCH CUISINE +MAGAZINE as well. I suggest as long as you have the vibrator handy +anyway, try it around the penis. When you are licking his balls. +When you are licking his asshole. If he gets off on it, then feel +free to use the vibrator around his dick and balls. If he hates +the sensation obviously don't try it again. + +LESSON TWELVE + +.There are times when you will want to get him off in a +hurry! I always say that Southern boys learn this one first and +then expand their repertory from that point. But because I want +you to become an expert at all aspects of oral lovemaking I +deliberately waited until now to introduce this technique. It +differs from lesson four in that you are a more consummate +cocksucker now. He will love it all the more if he realizes that +this is not the only trick you have down your mouth! +.It is a very simple technique and if you understand your +partner's basic cock anatomy you will grasp this one easily. +Place your lips around the head of your partner's cock and twirl +your lips wetly and gently around the coronal ridge at the back of +the head of his penis. This does not require any great +cocksucking skill and it works simply because this is the area +that is most sensitive on your partner's cock. +.It is not necessary to be a skillful cocksucker. All that +is necessary is for you to find the most sensitive area around the +coronal area. By sucking on this area of his cock continuously +you will produce a quick powerful cum. It is not necessary to bob +your head up and down on his cock to get him off. One other use +of this technique is to get him hard again after he cums and you +will soon find him rip roaring to go +again. + +LESSON THIRTEEN + +.Don't be surprised if you find yourself going back to this +lesson for seconds. We discussed briefly at the end of lesson 12 +a technique to get him going again if he has recently cum. Today +after you have gotten your man off, lets concentrate on some +techniques to get him back on again. Not just to get him hard but +to keep him hard. Hard enough to want to cum again! +.After he has cum you may need other techniques to keep him +hard and to keep him interested. Many men (not all but a good +portion of us) are exhausted by a single cum and while it is +possible to get your partner up again you have a long way to go +before you get him to cum again. +.Cocksucking alone at this time is usually not enough to get +him off. You will need to combine some of the techniques you have +learned earlier with your basic cocksucking technique to stimulate +the juices for a second and third go around. Don't hesitate in +your exploration of his body at this time. His nipples, his balls, +his asshole. His armpits. His earlobes. +.For the second cum you are free to really get into his body +and explore all those erotic areas that you missed when you were +concentrating on his cock exclusively. His navel. His toes. +.One of the things I find most exciting about the second cum +is the lack of expectation that you must get him to climax within +a certain time frame. You have all the time in the world to +really give his total body a complete tongue bath. You can +explore his body safely and completely and really get to know the +total body as well as you know his delightful dick! This is +merely a sign that you are becoming a true connoisseur of +cockflesh. A title I am proud to hold. + +LESSON FOURTEEN + +Soixante-Neuf +Sixty Nine + +.Sixty nine is not always the perfect way to provide your +partner oral satisfaction. Inadvertently one of you will "let up" +your end of the cocksucking in order to experience the subtle +pleasures the other partner is giving you. For this reason I have +included it as the final lesson. Many people think that the deep +throat technique is the ultimate pleasure you can give your +partner. Actually I believe that sixty-nine is the ultimate +pleasure. +.Done correctly and unselfishly when both of you are +completely in tune with each others innermost desires, the sixty +nine is the ultimate. But because of the problem mentioned earlier +in this lesson, most people practice it too early and it becomes +an intensely satisfying experience for one partner at the expense +of the other. When you are completely on each other's wavelength +you will discover that this is the most effective way of giving as +well as receiving pleasure. +.The element that must be in place is simple: Both of you +must +be consummate cocksuckers! If you have a partner who is not in +the least interested in giving head and only likes to receive it +then to attempt sixty-nine is to ask for unhappiness in your +relationship. + +TECHNIQUES + +.As editor of FRENCH CUISINE MAGAZINE I sometimes send out +questionnaires to our members to find out more. I question them +about their desires, and their favorite ways to practice safe and +sane oral sex +.Here are some of the most popular variations on cocksucking. + +.THE BUTTERFLY FLUTTER + +.The best position for this very sensuous cocksucking +movement is kneeling over your partner. If he is on his back kneel +between his legs. Or kneel in front of your partner while he +stands. I like this position because the cock feels thicker in +your mouth and throat and you have complete freedom to play with +his balls while performing this maneuver. +.This technique was first introduced to me by a cocksucker in +northern California. There was a notorious movie theater in +downtown San Francisco with a darkened balcony. A cocksucker's +haven. And this guy had us lined up. You knew from the moans +emanating from the guy's throat who was getting his cock sucked +that this guy was that one in a thousand who knew how to please a +variety of fresh cockmeat. It felt so good that I studied him +closely while he was sucking cock. Not only did I observe the guys +who were getting the radical suck, but I got down close to the +cock and observed how he was maneuvering around it. He created the +basic vacuum pressure on the cock but only enough pressure to pull +the cock into his mouth ever so slightly. +.With his lips firmly wrapped around the guy's big swollen +cock head and shaft he would gently flick the tip of the cock with +his tongue. With his lips open around the cock at a depth so that +he could touch the tip of the cock with the tip of his tongue. +With his lips around the cock shaft he would make an up and down +movement with his tongue. He would flutter his tongue up and down +the tip of the cock. +.I recommend you try it. It will drive your Butterfly Flutter +partner back into your mouth at any hour you want him there. After +several minutes of this continue with the basic vacuum suck. + +.THE TRAVELING FIGURE EIGHT + +.After you have become comfortable with the basic vacuum suck +and you have become accustomed to his cock deep in your mouth and +throat try this action. It is guaranteed to take his +breath away. With your lips firmly wrapped around the cock shaft +try very slowly to reach the base of the shaft or as close to it +as you are comfortable. Your nose should be buried in or at least +touching the pubic hairs at the base of the cock. +.With your nose trace a figure eight as if the figure eight +were lying on it's side. Your figure eight motion should be three +to four inches long. Slowly travel up the shaft of the cock to +the head, doing the figure eight motion. Keep doing this motion +and let your lips firmly travel up and down the cock shaft. Do +this for as long as you are comfortable with it. Believe me your +man is floating in orbit as his wildest dreams of the ultimate +blow job are coming true. +.I give credit for this most erogenous technique to a member +of "The Cocksuckers Club of America" who lives in Oregon. He and +his partner were on vacation down in Southern California and they +visited me while here. After seeing him scrape his partner off the +ceiling when he did the Traveling Figure Eight, I rushed right +into my bedroom and perfected it on my own partner! When you get +tired of the movement slow down and return to the basic vacuum +suck. + + +.By this time you are becoming more and more confident with +your partner. His cock feels great as it fills your mouth and +throat. The cock is becoming harder and warmer as your warm moist +mouth and throat create friction by going up and down that big +beautiful cock. It is time to cool his tool just a little with +this technique. +.I take full credit for this one myself! From tho time I hit +puberty I was fascinated by cocks. Big ones, little ones, cut +ones, uncut ones, crooked ones, straight ones. All shapes, all +sizes. I wanted to feel them down my throat! Combine this very +basic love of cocksucking with an inherent fear of not being able +to take cock and completely satisfy the customer and you can +imagine how I felt. I needed a technique that would feel good in +my mouth and would feel good for my partner. Here's what I came up +with: + +.Go down on the cock shaft as far as you are comfortable. All +the while your lips should be firmly wrapped around the shaft. +Open your mouth as wide as you can and suck in as much air as your +lungs will hold. While sucking in air let your open mouth travel +up to the cock head. Your up stroke motion should end at the head +of his cock just as your lungs fill with air. Now with your mouth +still open let the air in your lungs out slowly through your mouth +as your opened mouth travels back down the cock shaft. This +technique cools the cock on the up stoke and warms the cock with +your hot breath on the down stroke. Do this movement as long as +you like then return to the basic vacuum suck method. + +CONGRATULATIONS! + +You are doing just fine and he loves it! + +Keep it up as long as you are comfortable with it. + +.For his added pleasure and to give you something to play +with reach up and fondle his balls. Or go up even further and +play with his nipples. This will give him something else to +concentrated on so he doesn't pop his cock yet. If you feel he is +about to cum stop what you are doing and let him cool off for a +few minutes. After all you are having fun and you want to enjoy +his cock as much as you can until you get tired of it. Then let +him pop his cock! But not yet. He likes it too much and he wants +it to last as long as you can keep it going. + + +.THE CIRCLE + +.Place his stiff cock inside your mouth but do not tighten +your lips around the shaft. With your head begin a circle motion. +The cock will slide to different places in your mouth as you +continue the circle motion. Watch your teeth on this one. +.A kneeling position will suffice but it is also effective +when your partner is on his back and your head is directly over +his cock. The circle should be executed in both clockwise and +counterclockwise motions in a slow purposeful manner. + + +.THE LOLLIPOP LICK + +.With your man sitting in an elevated position and you on +your knees in front lift his hard cock to reveal his balls. With +your tongue find the underside of his balls. Now, while resting +his balls on your wet tongue, lick in an upward motion to the very +tip of his cock. It is permissible to use your hands in this +technique. It is better to do this technique several times in +succession-like licking a lollipop or ice cream cone. + + + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------- +To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. +Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, +and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. +Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/female.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/female.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..685f95d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/female.txt @@ -0,0 +1,408 @@ +----------------------------------------------------- + Female Jokes +----------------------------------------------------- + +First Woman: "This is very embarrassing, but every time I sneeze, I + have an orgasm." +Second Woman: "You poor dear! Are you taking anything for that?" +First Woman: "Snuff." + +------------ + +What's the definition of the perfect woman? + 1) She's three feet tall, has a round hole for a mouth + and her head is flat so you can put cocktails on it. + 2) The sports model has pull-back ears and her teeth fold in. + 3) The economy model - she fucks all night and at midnight + she turns into a roast beef sandwich and a six pack. + +------------ + + Three old ladies were sitting on a park bench when a flasher walked up +to them and displayed his endowments. The first old lady had a stroke, +the second old lady had a stroke, but the third old lady's arms were too +short to reach. + +------------ + + This guy walks into a bar, walks up to the bartender and + says, "I'd like a scotch and soda and I'd like to buy that + douche bag at the end of the bar a drink." The bartender + says, "Hey, she's a regular and you can't be talking about + her that way." The guy says, "Okay, I'd like to buy that + nice, young lady at the end of the bar a drink." The + bartender says, "That's more like it," and he walks up to + the girl and asks her what she wants to drink. She says, + "Vinegar and water." + +------------ + +A man meets up with an old roomate whom he has not seen for many years. +The roomate has had a sex-change operation. "Was it painful?", asks the former. +"No, not really" says the second. "How about when they cut off your dick?" +"No that really wasn't the worst of it." "Really?" says the first. "How +about when they had to create the new hole? That must have been painful." +"No the worst part was when they stuck the straw in my ear and sucked out half +my brains." + +-------------- + +Why did God give women nipples? + To make suckers out of men. + +Why did the Detroit Lions hire two nuns and a prostiture for the new season? + Because they needed two tight ends and a wide receiver. + +Why are clams like women? + When the red tide comes, you don't eat them. + +How does a man know when he's eaten pussy well? + When he wakes up in the morning and his face looks like a + glazed doughnut. + +Did you hear about the new video game for women only, called Dick-Man? + You put a quarter in and get fucked. + +I've got a joke so funny it'll make your breast fall off: + Oh...I see you've already heard it. + +What do you call a virgin on a waterbed? + A cherry float. + +What do you do when your Kotex catches fire? + Throw it on the floor and tampon it. + +What's 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1? + Bo Derek getting older. + +Did you hear about the new douche powder made of alum, LSD, and Kentucky +Fried Chicken batter? + It's uptight, outasight, and finger-lickin' good. + +What's the difference between a light bulb and a pregnant woman? + You can unscrew a light bulb. + +What do fat girls and mopeds have in common? + They're both fun to ride until a friend see you. + +Why are women giving up bowling for screwing? + The balls are lighter and you don't have to change your shoes. + +What's the difference between a job and a wife? + After five years, the job still sucks. + +How do you make paper dolls? + Screw an old bag. + +What's the white stuff you find in women's panties? + Clitty litter. + +Bumber sticker: Support E.R.A. - make him sleep on the wet spot. + +What do you call a rehabilitation home for ex-prostitutes? + An all-the-way house. + +Definition of a wife: "An attachment you screw on the bed to get the + housework done." + +How are an oven and a woman alike? + You have to get them both hot before you can stick the meat in. + +Remember what's worse than getting raped by Jack the Ripper? (Getting +fingered by Captain Hook.) Well, you know what's worse than that? + Getting eaten out by Jaws. + +What's the purpose of a bellybutton? + To put your gum in on the way down. + +Why was the stamp commemorating prostitution so unpopular? + You had to pay an extra ten cents to lick it. + +What's the difference between a hormone and an enzyme? + You can't hear an enzyme. + +How do you make a hormone? + Put sand in the Vaseline. + +What's a cunt that talks back? + An answering cervix. + +What do you give an eighty-year-old woman for her birthday? + Mikey ... He'll eat anything. + +What do you call a woman who uses too much contraceptive cream? + A spermicidal maniac. + +Why do women have legs? + So they don't leave snail tracks on linoleum floors. + +What do you call a hooker with no legs? + A nightcrawler. + +What do you call a girl who's just been run over by a car? + Patty. + +Why do female parachutists always wear pantyhose? + So they won't whistle. + +How do you tell when a woman is wearing pantyhose? + If she farts, her ankles will swell. + +How do you tell if a woman is wearing underwear? + Look for the dandruff on her shoes. + +Why do women have 2 holes so close together? + In case you miss. + +Why do women have 2 holes so close together? + So you can carry them home like a six-pack. + +What do you call a female clone? + A clunt. + +Why did the guy trade in his wife for an outhouse? + Because the hole was smaller and the smell was better. + +Why is there a string on the end of a tampon? + So you can floss after you eat. + +How does a girl hold her liquor? + By the ears! + +How is a woman like a frying pan? + You have to get them hot before you put in the meat. + +How is a woman like an airplane? + Both have cockpits. + +How is a woman like a road? + Both have manholes. + +Which of the group doesn't belong (eggs,wife,meat,blowjob)? + A blowjob because you can beat the others but you can't beat a blowjob + +Ladies, look down inside your shirts and spell the word attic out loud. + +Three mysteries of women: + 1. They can give milk without eating grass. + 2. They can bleed for a week every month without dying. + 3. (My favorite). They can bury a bone without getting their + noses dirty. + +What does a woman do to her asshole in the morning? + Sends him to work. + +Your wife's just like a rifle: First she gets cocked and then she blows. + +Your wife's just like a bowling ball: She gets picked up, fingered, thrown +in the gutter, and always comes back for more! + +How many male Chauvinists does it take to clean a toilet ????? + None ! Thats womans work. + +What two things in the air might get a woman pregnant? + Her feet! + +If God didn't want man to eat pussy, He wouldn't have made it look +so much like a TACO! + +What do you call a hooker with a runny nose? + FULL!! + +How can you tell if you've been fucking your girl too much? +A: Stick your thumb in her asshole and your middle finger up her snatch, + If you can hear yourself snap your fingers, ease off a little. + +How does a women get a mink coat ? + The same way mink gets a mink. + +---------- + + A woman goes to the gynecologist with a terrible case of +crotch rot. The doctor takes one whiff & almost passes out. +"My dear," says the Doc, "this is serious! What you need is Mega Douche!" +"Mega Douche?" says the woman, "What's that?" +"It's my own formula! It contains marijuana, talcum powder + & Kentucky fried chicken." +"Why marijuana, talcum powder & fried chicken?" +"Because you wanna keep that thing high & dry & finger lickin good!" + +----------- + +Three men were sitting on a beach; a fairly good-looking blonde walks by. +The first man says, "I give her a six"; the second, "I give her a 7"; the +third says, "She is a 1." The other two look at him and wonder. Another +woman walks by. The first man says, "She is an 8"; the second says, "I give +her an 8+"; the third says, "She is a three." Again the first two men wonder +about him. Then an extremely fine-looking redhead approaches. The first man +says, "She is a 10!" The second man says, "She is an 11!!" The third guy +says, "She is a six." The other two finally look at him and say, "What is the +matter with you, man?? That redhead is perfect!! Are you weird or +something??" + "Wait a minute--you don't understand; I use the Budweiser scale." + "What the hell is that?" + "That's how many clydesdales it would take to pull her off my face." + +---------------------------------- + + How A Pussy Was Made + ==================== + + Seven Wise Men made up their minds + to build then a Pussy of their own Design. + + The First was a Carpenter, full of wit, + with a Hammer and Chisel, He made the Slit. + + The Second, a Blacksmith, black as coal, + with an Anvil and Sledge, He made the Hole. + + The Third, a Rich Tailor, tall and thin, + with a peice of Red Ribbon, He lined it within. + + The Fourth, a Furrier, big and stout, + with the Skin of a Bear, He lined it without. + + The Fifth, a Fisherman, old and bent, + with a Rotten Herring, He gave it a Scent. + + The Sixth, a Preacher, with a B.A. degree, + Patted it, and Felt it, and said it would Pee. + + The Seventh, a Rabbi, a Mean Little Runt, + Blessed it, and F*cked it, and called it a C*nt. + +---------------- + + This young rich man was looking for a wife, and had narrowed +his choices down to 3 women. He couldn't make up his mind on which +one he should marry, so he tested them. He gave each women $5,000 +to see what they would spend it on. The first woman went out, bought +furs and jewels, and blew all the money on herself. The second woman +put half of it in the bank, and spent the rest of it on herself. The +third woman bought herself a dress, and many, many gifts for the young +man. + Given these facts, which woman do you think the young man +married? + +answer: The woman with the biggest tits, of course! + +------------------ + + Chemical Analysis + +Element : Woman +Symbol : WO +Discoverer : Adam +Quantitative Analysis: Accepted at 36-28-36, though isotopes ranging from + 25-10-20 to 60-55-60 have been identified +Occurance: Found wherever man is, but seldom in the highly reactive, + energetic singlet state. Surplus quantities in all urban areas +Physical Properties: Undergoes spontaneous dehydrolysis (weeps) at absolutely + nothing, and freezes at a moments notice. Totally + unpredictable. Melts when properly treated, very bitter + if not well used. Found in various states, ranging from + virgin metal to common ore. Non-magnetic but attracted + by coins & sports cars. In its natural shape the + specimen varys considerably, but it is often changed + artificially so well that the change is indiscernable + except to the experienced eye. +Chemical Properties: Has a great affinity for AU, AG, & C, especially in the + crystalline form. May give violent reaction if left + alone. Will absorb great amounts of food matter. Highly + desired reaction is initiated with various reagents such + as C(2)-H(5)-OH & sexy aftershave. An essential catalyst + is often required (must say that you love her at least 5 + times daily). Reaction accelerates out of control when + in dark & all reaction conditions are suitable. + Extremely difficult to react if in the highly stable + pure form. Yields to pressure applied to correct points. + The reaction is highly exothermic. +Storage: Best results are obtained between the ages of 18 & 25 years. +Uses: Highly ornamental. Uses as a tonic for low spirits. Used on lonely + nights as a heating agent (if properly prepared). +Tests: Pure specimens turn rosey tint if discovered in raw, natural state. + Turns green if placed beside a better specimen. +Caution: Most powerful reducing agent known to man (income & ego). Highly + explosive in inexperienced hands. Specimen must be used with great + care if experiments are to succeed. It is illegal to possess more + than one permanent specimen, though a certain amount of exchange is + permitted. + +------------------ + + Banana Loaf + ----------- + + 2 laughing eyes + 2 bowing arms + 2 well-shaped legs + 2 firm milk containers + 1 fur-lined mixing bowl + 1 banana + + Look into laughing eyes, spread well-shaped legs and slowly squeeze and + massage milk containers gently until mixing bowl is well greased. Check + frequently with middle finger. Add banana and gently work in and out until + creamed. Cover with nuts and garnish with a sigh of relief. Bread is + done when banana is soft. Be sure to wash mixing utensils and do not lick + the bowl. + + WARNING: If bread rises, LEAVE TOWN !!!!!!!! + +-------------------- + +What do you call a woman who has lost her mind? + A widow. + +Why do women have tits? + So men will talk to them. + +Why do women have periods? + Because they deserve them. + +Why is a woman better than a sheep? + Sheep can't cook. + +Why does a woman have one more brain cell than a cow? + so she doesn't shit on the floor when she does the dishes. + +-------------------- + +Joe: I got a problem. +Ed: What's the matter? +Joe: Women. I just don't understand them. +Ed: Do you understand your TV? +Joe: No. +Ed: So what's the problem?! + +-------------------- + +And a little story: + Guy and girl in back of van going at it... Girl says "put a finger in me" +So he does. Then she says "put another finger in me" and he does. +"Put ANOTHER finger in me" and again he does. "Put your whole HAND in me" +and he does... "Put your other hand in me" and again he obeys. +"Now clap" At this point he replies "I can't!" +"Tight huh?" + +-------------------- + +How many radical feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? + +Three: One to change it, + One to support her by holding the ladder, + One to write an indignant essay condemning the use of the + word "screw". + +-------------------- + +A woman pulls over at the gas station, gets out of her car, opens the hood, +and checks the engine oil. After a few seconds of intelligent thinking, +she takes a dipstick in her hand and, raising her chest high, walks up to +the attendant: +"Excuse me sir, but can I buy a longer dipstick?" +"May I ask why you need a longer one ma'am?" +"Because this one isn't long enough to reach the oil!!" + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/female_t.est b/textfiles.com/sex/female_t.est new file mode 100644 index 00000000..99b9791a Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/female_t.est differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/finland.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/finland.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0daa4f8d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/finland.txt @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ + The Official Minnesota Finlander's Sex Quiz + + Name:__________________________________ Score_________ + + Directions: Study each question carefully. Choose the answer that + seems most corrrect. Mark an "X" (just like you sign + your name) in the appropriate space at the right. + + TRUE FALSE + + 1. A clitoris is a type of flower. ____ ____ + + 2. A pubic hare is a wild rabbit. ____ ____ + + 3. "Spread Eagle" is an extinct bird. ____ ____ + + 4. Vagina is a medical term for heart trouble. ____ ____ + + 5. A menstrual cycle has three (3) wheels. ____ ____ + + 6. A G-string is part of a violin. ____ ____ + + 7. Semen is another word for sailors. ____ ____ + + 8. Anus is the Latin word for yearly. ____ ____ + + 9. Testicles are found on an octopus. ____ ____ + + 10. Asphalt describes rectal problems. ____ ____ + + 11. KOTEX is a radio station in Bryan Texas. ____ ____ + + 12. Masturbate is used to catch big fish. ____ ____ + + 13. Coitus is a musical instrument. ____ ____ + + 14. Fetus is a character in "Gunsmoke." ____ ____ + + 15. An umbilical cord is part of a parachute. ____ ____ + + 16. An orgasm is the person who accompanies the choir. ____ ____ + + 17. A diaphram is a drawing in geometry. ____ ____ + + 18. A dildo is a variety of sweet pickle. ____ ____ + + 19. An erection is when the Japanese vote for their + new government officials. ____ ____ + + 20. A lesbian is a person from the Middle East. ____ ____ + + 21. Sodomy is a special kind of fast growing grass. ____ ____ + + 22. Pornography is the business of making records. ____ ____ + + 23. Genitals are people of non-Jewish origins. ____ ____ + + 24. Douche is the Italian word for "twelve". ____ ____ + + 25. An enema is someone who is not your friend. ____ ____ + + 26. Ovaries are a French egg dish made with cheese. ____ ____ + + 27. Scrotum is a small planet near Uranus. ____ ____ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/foreanal.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/foreanal.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..92be4ab2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/foreanal.txt @@ -0,0 +1,144 @@ + +Excerpted from: + +Rectal foreign bodies: Case reports and a comprehensive review of +the world's literature + +D.B. Busch, Ph.D., M.D., and J.R. Starling, M.D. + +in the journal Surgery, 1986. + + Abstract + +The surgical management of two patients presenting with +incarcerated, apparently self-inserted foreign bodies is +reported. The large volume of prior literature on this subject is +reviewed, with a tabluation of 182 previous cases by type and +number of objects recovered and with a discussion of patients' +age distribution, history, complications, and prognosis. +Management problems addressed include history, differential +diagnosiss of reported pruitis ani, and handling of suspected +assault. + + + Case 1. +A 39-year-old married white male lawyer presented with a +self-inserted perfume bottle in his rectum that he was unable to +remove using various objects, including a back scratcher. He had +inserted this bottle on previous occasions. Edema of the rectum +and sigmoid colon precluded the successful manual removal of the +object in the emergency room. ... The 3 by 17 cm object, "Impulse +Body Spray," was removed manually after a spinal anesthetic. + + + Table I. Previously reported recovered foreign bodies + +Glass or ceramic + Bottle or jar 31 + Bottle with attached rope 1 + Glass or cup 12 + Light bulb 7 + Tube 6 + Total 57 + +Food + Apple 1 + Banana 2 + Carrot 4 + Cucumber 3 + Onion 2 + Parsnip 1 + Plantain (with condom) 1 + Potato 1 + Salami 1 + Turnip 1 + Zucchini 2 + Total 19 + +Wooden + Ax handle 1 + Stick or broom handle 10 + Miscellaneous or unspecified 3 + Total 14 + +Sexual device + Vibrator 23 + Dildo 15 + Total 38 + +Kitchen device + Dull knife* 1 + Ice pick 1 + Knife sharpener 1 + Mortar pestle 2 + Spatula (plastic) 1 + Spoon 1 + Tin cup 1 + Total 8 + +Miscellaneous tools + Candle 1 + Flashlight 2 + Iron rod 1 + Pen 2 + Rubber tube 1 + Screwdriver 1 + Toothbrush 1 + Wire spring 1 + Total 10 + +Inflated device + Balloon 1 + Balloon attached to cylinder 1 + Condom 1 + Total 3 + +Ball + Baseball 2 + Tennis ball 1 + Total 3 + +Miscellaneous containers + Baby powder can 1 + Candle box 1 + Snuff box 1 + Total 3 + +Miscellaneous + Bottle cap** 1 + Cattle horn 3 + Frozen pig's tail 1 + "Kangaroo tumor"*** 1 + Plastic rod 1 + Stone 2 + Toothbrush holder 1 + Toothbrush package 1 + Whip handle 2 + Total 13 + +Grand total 168 cases + +Collections (one case of each) +2 Glass tubes +72 1/2 Jeweler's saw**** +Oil can with potato stopper +Piece of wood, peanut** +Umbrella handle and enema tubing +2 Glasses +Phosohorous matchends (homicide) +402 Stones +Toolbox***** +2 Bars soap +Beer glass and preserving pot +Lemon and cold cream jar +2 Apples +Spectacles, suitcase key, tobacco pouch, and magazine +Total 14 collection, with approximately 500 objects + +* Patient complained of "knife-like pain" +** Cannot exclude ingestion +*** Unique case of pedunculated perianal skin tumor habitually + inserted into rectum +**** Multiple episodes of perirectal self-insertion +***** Inside a convict; contained saws and other items usable in + escape attempts diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/frs b/textfiles.com/sex/frs new file mode 100644 index 00000000..75228458 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/frs @@ -0,0 +1,171 @@ +The following is the _Unusual_Case_ case column from the July 1991 +issue of the trade magazine _Medical_Aspects_of_Human_Sexuality_, by +William A. Morton, Jr. + + Scrotum Self-Repair + +One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. +She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem +other than to say that he "needed a doctor who took care of men's +troubles." The patient, about 40, was pale, febrile, and obviously +uncomfortable, and had little to say as he gingerly opened his +trousers to expose a bit of angry red and black-and-blue scrotal skin. + +After I asked the nurse to leave us, the patient permitted me to +remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling +stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice +the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender. A jagged zig-zag +laceration, oozing pus and blood, extended down the left scrotum. + +Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some +half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. +Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the +machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself +with a heavy-duty stapling gun. The dark objects were one-inch +staples of the type used in putting up wallboard. + +We x-rayed the patient's scrotum to locate the staples; admitted him +to the hospital; and gave him tetanus antitoxin, broad-spectrum +antibacterial therapy, and hexachlorophene sitz baths prior to surgery +the next morning. The procedure consisted of exploration and +debridement of the left side of the scrotal pouch. Eight rusty +staples were retrieved, and the skin edges were trimmed and freshened. +The left testis had been avulsed and was missing. The stump of the +spermatic cord was recovered at the inguinal canal, debrided, and the +vessels ligated properly, though not much of a hematoma was present. +Through-and-through Penrose drains were sutured loosely in site, and +the skin was loosely closed. + +Convalescence was uneventful, and before his release from the hospital +less than a week later, the patient confided the rest of his story to +me. An unmarried loner, he usually didn't leave the machine shop at +lunchtime with his coworkers. Finding himself alone, he had begun the +regular practice of masturbating by holding his penis against the +canvas drive-belt of a large floor-based piece of machinery. One day, +as he approached orgasm, he lost his concentration and leaned too +close to the belt. When his scrotum became caught between the pulley- +wheel and the drive-belt, he was thrown into the air and landed a few +feet away. Unaware that he had lost his left testis, and perhaps too +stunned to feel much pain, he stapled the wound closed and resumed +work. I can only assume he abandoned this method of self- +gratification. + +[William A. Morton is a retired urologist residing in West Chester, +Pennsylvania.] + +~Date: 6 May 90 15:52:08 GMT +~References: <9953@stiatl.UUCP> +~Reply-To: derrick@ritcsh.UUCP (Derrick Williams) +Organization: Computer Science House @ RIT, Rochester, NY +~Lines: 105 + +In article <3341@ritcsh.cs.rit.edu> andre@ritcsh.cs.rit.edu (Andre Romadinov) writes: +>His name was "Athos". The dog was lying on the carpet relaxing when the +>master shouted "Athos!". Athos got up and "ran" up the stairs. Unfortunatelly +>he fell down the stairs because he was running a dog's run up the stairs and +>you simply can't do that. When he fell he sprained his right hind leg and +>squealed. The master kept calling and the dog got up and "limped" up the +>stairs this time thankfully not falling. When he got to his master his eyes +>were saying "What can I do for you master?". How many "men" do you know +>who can act so unselfishly? I rest my case. + + On a related note I once was at a friend's house and he had a new litter of +gerbils that had been born a few weeks ago. We took them out of the cage and +played with them on the dining room table. They were almost fully grown, about +the size of a man's palm. My friend hadn't named the gerbils yet, because there +were so many of them. It soon became apparent that these gerbils would start +another new litter if my friend didn't get rid of them. So we were deciding what +to do with this problem when he broke out a case of beer. We drank and played +with the gerbils all through the evening. The little gerbils were making turds +all over the table and little puddles of piddle leaked here and there. We would +pick them up by their tails and put them on our shoulders, all the while +knocking back some brew. We tried to give the little critters some of it but +only one deigned to take a little sip of it. I guess at that time we drank most +of the case of beer and we were pretty wild. We started playing toss with the +little furry creatures and I tried juggling them. Well, in our drunken state we weren't doing too well so we took them to the kitchen to see what fun things +there were to do with them. Well, this house was a bit old fashioned, and one +of the implements was a red meat grinder, you know, one of those things you +put meat in a funnel and turn the handle and it comes out in itty bitty peices? +Yeah, well we were just pretending to be putting one of the gerbils in, you +know, and we were laughing like maniacs like it was the funniest things in the +world. My friend was shaking, and I think he lost his grip. At any rate, we +couldn't find the gerbil. It must have fallen somewhere. So we stood around trying to look through the haze to try to figure out where it went. We heard little +sqeaking noises in the funnel of the meat grinder, and in a fit of hilarity, we spun the handle a few times. + Man, you never heard such a noise. The little bastard had fallen in, and when my friend turned the thing, the gerbil let out an ear peircing squeak, and you +could hear little scratching sounds in it. blood was starting to dribble out +of the exhaust thingy, which we thought was absoulutely thigh slapping. So +we would turn the handle a little, making a sound,and the the little guy +would go , so we were going + and man, was it a riot! Pretty soon it stopped making noise and this +horrendus mess was dribbling all over the sink so we gave it up and tried to +find the rest of the furry rats. + My friend told me to gather up the rest of the critters and he would be right +back. Well, in my stupor, I could hardly stand still, so picking up the animals +who had run loose all over the kitchen was pretty hard. I picked them up and +put them back on the kitchen sink. I was a bit clumsy and I happened to step +on one, making a loud snap. The poor guy was was lying squashed, his arms +twitching around like he was trying to get up or something. There was blood +running out of his ears. Man, was it a sight! I picked it up by its tail and +tossed it playfully at my friend who ran in with an kitchen implement. He +showed me the Qusinart he had gotten from the basement, and boy, did we have +a fit! We absolutely shrieked with laugher as I gathered up the furrballs that +were running around in the sink. We put them in the yellow chamber in the +modern cusine wonder. Well, it wasn't easy, what with them climbing out. We +got them all sealed in, with the top we had to try a few times to make it +snap in place. Boy, you shoulda seen those guys in that tight space! They were +jumping all over each other and looking through that plastic, sniffing at it and +putting their paws up against it when we tapped on it. Their beady black eyes +looking at us inqusitively and their noses twitching. Well, we couldn't hold +off the temptation anymore; our sides were splitting. So as I laughed like a +maniac, my friend's hand thumped firmly on the "on" button. Oh, wow! Those +Gerbils leaped like crazy, like when you shake a box of marbles. The blade +wasn't doing too well as those mangled gerbils got caught on the blade and were +frantically waving their paws as the machine grinded. This one guy had his +lower adbodmen ripped off and you could see the wet insides, and he was crawling +around in his front legs. There was another with half his face sliced off and +he was rubbing it with his paws like he was wondering what was going on. + At any rate, my friend tried to get the blade unstuck by pushing the "Pulse" +button a couple times, and the Qusinart was going "WHOOM!" "WHOOM!" "WHOOM!" +, which just barely masked out the racket the critters were making. + Finally, the darn creatures stopped moving around, and then the blade went +"clakety clackety clackety" as it grinded up the little gerbil bones. We +couldn't see anything in it after that, as there was this reddish brown paste +smeared all over the sides with bits and peices we were trying to figure out +which belonged to which gerbil. We were really going at it, but then the effects +of the beer was finally taking its toll, so we decided to call it a night. I +crashed in his living room couch nd chuckled myself to sleep, as he fumbled +upstairs. + So the moral of this story is that you should only puree' little animals in +a meat grinder or a Quisinart. How many "man" sized animals do you know that +can be placed in such a small place? Have you tried this with ferrets? How +do you know what is true? Well, facts are facts, buddy, and you shouldn't +do this with turtles or other animals that are hard to grind up. God didn't +make Man small enough, which lead to the fact that we have to depend on +tiny creatures for entertainment. + Wocka wocka, and until next time, + + Derrick + \ + _________\____ + /______/ /___\ +|______/ _/_____| Holy Temple Of Jolt Swiggin' Dudes +|_--.__/ / / _/_| "We Never Sleep" +|_\ / __\| |\ \__| +|\_(_/ /_|__/\_\_| +|____/_/__COLA___| Derrick Williams, Chief Acolyte +|___//___________| +|2x the caffeine.| EECC +|________________| +|The Switch Is On| Rochester Institute of Technology + \______________/ + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +Of course, somebody always feels a need to respond to such things... +--------------------------------------------------------------------- + +>sheeesh.. talk about sick minds, if I'd ever walk in sombody doing something +>like that, I'd surely grab the first heavy thing in sight and bash his knees +>and elbows until *they* knew what it is like to be savagely mangled. + +Don't you think that it is pretty sexist to only think that males can +enjoy a good rodent? diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/fuck.your.hand b/textfiles.com/sex/fuck.your.hand new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8a614b6c Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/fuck.your.hand differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/fuckdead.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/fuckdead.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0fff143c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/fuckdead.txt @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ + + ------------ HOW TO ----------- + FUCK THE DEAD + FOLLOW THESE SIMPLE STEPS AND YOU + WILL HAVE NO !!! PROBLEMS... +THIS PART OF THE FILE TELLS WHY PEOPLE FUCK DEAD PEOPLE... OK.. + +FOR ONE IF YOUR GIRLS FRIEND DOESN'T FUCK AND YOU NEED HEAD.. FUCK A FRESHLY +DEAD BITCH... IT'S STILL PUSSY NO MATTER WHAT WAY YOU LOOK AT IT... + + OK DUDES AND DUDETTES: + +1>. 1ST YOU GONNA NEED A SHOVEL. THEN GOTO A FRESHLY MADE GRAVE - START TO DIG +'AROUND 7 TO 8 FEET' DEEP. + +2>. NOW WHAT YOU GUNNA FIND IS A CEMENT LID... WELL GET A CROWBAR AND REMOVE +THE SON-OF-A-BITCH... NOW U FIND A CLOSED COFFIN 'SHIT' + +3>. YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS AT THIS POINT. ONE LIFT THE COFFIN 8 FEET ABOVE YOUR +HEAD ON TO THE FLAT GROUND ABOVE OR TWO, OPEN THE COFFIN RIGHT THEN AND THERE. + +4>. YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE CHICKEN TO LOOK INSIDE ONCE YOU DO ... PUT ON TWO NOT +ONE BUT TWO RUBBERS !!!! + +5>. UNDRESS THE FRESHLY BURIED BITCH AND BANG AWAY. WHEN DONE IF YOUR NOT TOO +TIRED TO DO STEPS 4-1. WHENEVER YOU WANT A FREE FUCK FOLLOW THESE STEPS. + + PART II 'THE OTHER SOLUTION...' + +1>. NOT MANY PEOPLE HAVE THIS PRIVILIGE BUT IF YOU DO YOU HAVE IT MADE... DO U +WORK IN A MORGUE ? ... IF SO THEN CHECK OUT THE DEAD GIRLY BODIES THAT COME +IN. + +2>. TAKE ONE OUT OF THE REFRIG AND MAKE SURE NOBODYS AROUND IN THE BUILDING OR +ROOM. + +3>. UNDRESS THE BITCH. PUT ON YOUR TWO RUBBERS. SPREAD THEM LEGS AND BANG +AWAY... WHEN DONE.. RE-DRESS YOUR PARTNER AND SHOVE HER BACK IN THE FREEZER. + +-=*%*=- NOTES ON THE FILE ABOVE -=*%*=- + +OK THE REASON FOR PUTTING TWO RUBBERS ON UR PECKER IS THAT SO THE MAGGOTS WON'T +CHEW AWAY AT YOUR DICK, ALSO IF THE DEAD BITCH HAS ANY DISEASES YOU WON'T CHAT +THEM !!! WELL REMEMBER TO 'GET HEAD FROM THE DEAD' !!! + +LOOK FOR DEAD GIRLIES NAMED TANYA!! THEY GIVE THE BEST HEAD.. + +ALSO, DEAD FETUSES ARE A REAL PLEASURE FOR ALL YOU LITTLE BOYS THAT HAVE'NT +GONE THROUGH PUBERTY YET. BRINGING DEAD FUCKS TO A PARTY REALLY LIVENS UP THE +SITUATION, WHEN YOU GET A REALLY WASTED BITCH AND PROP HER ON THE GUY'S RIGOR +MORTIS'ED DICK, THEY GO FOR THAT KINDA SHIT. + +ANOTHER BENEFIT OF FUCKING THE DEAD IS GRAVE ROBBING. BACK IN ANCIENT TIMES +SICK FUCKS USED TO BREAK INTO PHAROH'S TOMBS AND RIP OFF ALL THE GOLD AND +JEWELS. FROM PAST EXPERIENCES, SOME PEOPLE BURRY THEMSELVES WITH SOME GOOD +SHIT, LIKE GOLD CHAINS, GOLD WATCHES, DIAMOND RINGS, PEARLS, AND ALL KINDS OF +NEAT SHIT... + + SO IF YOU WANNA HAVE A GOOD TIME, AND GET PAID FOR IT, + JOIN YOUR LOCAL MORTICIANS UNION + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/fuckingyourhand.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/fuckingyourhand.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b3c61929 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/fuckingyourhand.txt @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ + + FUCKING YOUR HAND + by : Mr. Sex + +Jerking off +~~~~~~~~~~~ + + I admit it feels good, fucking your hand. It can do the same for you. +But do you know how? This is a for real file, so dont delete it, and maybe you +can learn something. + +-------------------------[ Techniques ]------------------------------------- + +Technique #1 +~~~~~~~~~~~~ + + "The standard technique is the most popular. That is, place your thumb +at the base of your dick, and wrap your other four fngers around it so that they +cover your balls. Then, pull up, so that all four of your fingers are wrapped +arond your dick, as well as your thumb, and the skin is mushed up before the top +of your dick. This is the starting position. Choosing what speed you want, start +pumping, not letting go of your dick as you move your hand up and down. As you +move your hand down, your nuts will slap against your leg as they move out of the +way of yor hand."@ + +Technique #2 +~~~~~~~~~~~~ + "Another technique includes taking your middle finger, and putting it +between yur balls, and letting your palm rest on the tip of your cock. then +start rubbing up and down, like a girl rubs her twat, but with your whole hand. +If you have a shirt on, and you rub your dick against it, it's exciting"@; but +pull your shirt away right before you cum. + + +Technique #3 +~~~~~~~~~~~~ + My personal favorite. Take your 1st finger and thumb and make the "ok" +symbol. Slip them over the tip of your meat and slid the to the base. Get a sorta +firm grip to assure maximum pleasure. Then start beating, only using your index +finger and thumb. + +-----------------------------[ Different Ways ]------------------------------- + +Variations +~~~~~~~~~~ +Lubrication - Use some of the following to grease up your penis for extra + pleasure : + + o Vaseline + o Aloe liquid + o Ben-Gay + o Sexual Lubricants (your parents probably have some + go in thier room and get some!) + o Your own Spit. Get it juicy. + o Water, in the bath. + o Ect, basically any fluid with a consistency a little + higher than water. + +Drugs o Smoke some pot before beating. [ Not recommened be me. It's + too dangerous. ] + +Asshole o While your beating, stick your index finger of the other hand in + your ass. Oh it makes you cum faster! + + o Go into your parents room and find a vibrator. Stick it in your + hole, after its lubricated. + + o Try using candles. + + o Get one of your mom's tampons and shove it in there. + + o Buy a dildo and shove it in there! + +Porno's o Get some movies. Watch the people get laid and jack off. + + o Playboy, Penthouse, Swank, ect Look at the pictures and beat the + bishop. + + o If you are really desperate, look at the pictures of lingerie, and + the underwear sections of a Sears, or Hetchs catalog. + +Friends o Get a group of people and have them take turns jacking you off, + it's not gay, just fun. + + o Have people watch you. + + o Do it when people arent looking. + +Clothes o Dress up like a women, put on the make up, bra, panties, dress, and + then Jack off. + +Machines o Some porno mags sell fake pussies, and strap on blow job givers. + See if you can find a few of those. They make it so fun! + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +Conclusion +~~~~~~~~~~ + + Hey I hope this has helped you. I had fun making it, because I jerked +off while I wrote it. The quoted segments come from the Master Baters file +called " Jerking off " written by John White. Good luck, and when you cum think +of me. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/galfrnds.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/galfrnds.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..03f4ca9c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/galfrnds.txt @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ + + The 9 Types of Girlfriends + (Extracted from Life in Hell, Matt Groening) + Presented by + Vuarnet International + 617/527.oo91 + -------------------------- + + Ms. Nice Guy + ------------ "Tickets to the boxing match? Oh Darling, you shouldn't + have" + Also known as: What a gal, precious, one of the boys, my main squeeze, + doormat + Advantages: Cheerful, agreeable, kindly + Disadvantages: May wise up someday + + + Old Yeller + ---------- "You G-D spineless good-for-nothing drag-ass no-talent son of + a bitch! Can't you see you're making me miserable??" + Also known as: She-Devil, Sourpuss, the Nag, My Old Lady, Warthog from + Hell + Advantages: Pays attention to you + Disadvantages: Screeches, throws frying pans + + + Sickly + ------ "Oh, my head. My head. My feet. My cramps. My cellulite" + Also known as: Whiner, Mewler, Glumpy + Advantages: Predictable + Disadvantages: Contagious + + + The Bosser + ---------- "Stand up straight. Put on a different tie. Get a haircut. + Change your job. Make some money. Don't give me that look." + Also known as: Whipcracker, The Sarge, Ms. Know-it-all, Ball and Chain, yes + Mom + Advantages: Often right + Disadvantages: Often right, but so what? + + + Ms. Vaguely Dissatisfied + ------------------------ + "I just can't decide. Should I switch my + career, goals, home, and hair color?" + Also known as: The Fretter, Worrywart, Typical, Aw c'mon Honey + Advantages: Easily soothed + Disadvantages: Even more easily perturbed + + + Wild Woman out of Control + ------------------------- + "I've got an idea. Lez get drunk an' make love + onna front lawn. I done it before. S'fun." + Also known as: Fast girl, freewheeler, goodtime charleena, passed out + Advantages: More fun than a barrel of monkeys + Disadvantages: Unreliable; drives off cliffs + + + Huffy + ------ "I see nothing humorous in those silly cartoons you keep + snickering at" + Also known as: No fun, humorless prig, Cold fish, Chilly proposition, + iceberg, Snarly + Advantages: Your friends will feel sorry for you + Disadvantages: You will have no friends + + + Woman from Mars + --------------- "I believe this interpretive dance will explain how I + feel about our relationship" + Also known as: The Babbler, Spooky Girl, Screwball, Loony, Bad News, + Artistic + Advantages: Entertaining, unfathomable + Disadvantages: Will read her poetry aloud + + + Ms. Dreamgirl + ------------- "I am utterly content with you just the way you are, my + handsome genius of a boyfriend. I think we must make love like + crazed weasels now" + Also known as: Ms. Right, Goddess, Knockout, Perfection, Gorgeous + Advantages: Funny, intelligent uninhibited + Disadvantages: Will have nothing to do with you + + +-/Vuarnet International/- + 617/527.oo91 + 24oo-16.8k HST/V32bis diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gay_laws.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/gay_laws.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..197c3eb5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gay_laws.txt @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, +April 27, 1989 + + LESBIAN AND GAY RIGHTS LAW ENTERS NEW STAGE + + In federal and state courts around the country, the spring +of 1989 marks the emergence of a new phase in the development of +gay rights law, according to staff lawyers at the ACLU Lesbian +and Gay Rights Project. "This is the beginning of the post- +Hardwick era," said Nan D. Hunter, director of the Project. "In +the three years since Bowers v. Hardwick, the case in which the +Supreme Court held that a state could criminalize homosexual +sodomy, the ACLU and other gay rights advocates have shifted +their focus from sodomy law reform to other areas -- particularly +equal protection law, family benefits, and First Amendment +protection for speech. + + "The coming year will see a new round of decisions at the +appellate court level on many of these important issues," Hunter +stated. "Our goal now is to expand Constitutional protection for +lesbian and gay Americans despite one of the worst decisions in +Supreme Court history." + + The nation's most watched gay rights case is Watkins v. +United States Army, the ACLU's challenge of the Army's refusal to +allow the re-enlistment of Sgt. Perry Watkins solely on the basis +of his homosexuality. Last February, a panel of judges in the +U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit ruled in Watkins's +favor. The judges held that, notwithstanding Hardwick, gay +persons constitute a suspect class for equal protection purposes, +so that laws which discriminate against them (such as the Army's +regulations) must be strictly scrutinized. The panel found that +the Army regulations did not serve a compelling government +interest and thus were unconstitutional. + + The Army requested and was granted a rehearing of the case +by an en banc panel of the Ninth Circuit. The argument took +place on October 12, 1988. No decision has been rendered by the +court, but one could be announced at any time. + + Meanwhile, a very similar case has reached the Seventh +Circuit Court of Appeals -- BenShalom v. United States Army. +Like Perry Watkins, Miriam BenShalom was an exemplary soldier who +was nonetheless denied re-enlistment solely because she was a +lesbian. As in the Watkins case, the Army had no evidence that +BenShalom ever engaged in forbidden conduct. The Army seeks to +exclude her solely because she says she is lesbian. The federal +district court in Wisconsin ruled that BenShalom was protected by +both the equal protection clause and the First Amendment. + + The ACLU's Lesbian and Gay Rights Project, with the ACLU of +Wisconsin, filed an amicus brief in the Seventh Circuit on behalf +of BenShalom and coordinated supportive amicus briefs from +several other organizations, including the American Psychological +Association and the Women's Legal Defense Fund. The case will be +argued in the Seventh Circuit in Chicago on May 18. + + "We argue that the Army regulations are unconstitutional +using even the lowest standard of review -- a rational basis +test. The actual purpose served by the regulations is to enforce +the presumed prejudice of non-gay soldiers who the Army assumes +will object to serving with lesbian and gay comrades. That is +not a legitimate purpose," said William B. Rubenstein, Staff +Counsel to the ACLU's Lesbian and Gay Rights Project. + + "We also argue that Miriam BenShalom's First Amendment +rights have been infringed. While the Army may be able to forbid +certain conduct such as sodomy, they cannot make it an offense to +speak about being gay," Rubenstein added. + + While gay rights advocates eagerly await the equal protec- +tion decisions in these cases, they are also forging ahead on +other fronts, particularly around issues concerning family rights +for gay men and lesbians. In the leading case in this area, the +ACLU recently argued before New York's highest court that a gay +couple should be considered "family" for the purposes of a rent +control regulation. The New York City rent control regulation +protects spouses and other family members from eviction from an +apartment which had been their family home, in the event that the +tenant named on the lease dies. + + In the ACLU's case, two gay men had lived together for more +than a decade in the apartment initially rented by one of them. +They had shared financial assets and introduced each other to +their friends and relatives as family and life partners until +one of the men, the first tenant, died of AIDS. + + "We have asked the Court of Appeals to rule that the meaning +of the regulation must be construed so that our client and his +partner fall within the scope of the term 'family members,'" said +Rubenstein, who argued the case in the Court of Appeals for the +ACLU. "Alternatively, we seek a ruling that even if the regula- +tion is not construed in that way, the state constitution's equal +protection clause requires that he be protected because his +relationship was the functional equivalent of a family," Ruben- +stein added. + + Realizing its importance, dozens of groups in New York, +including the City itself, have filed amicus briefs in the case +supporting the ACLU's position. "Because it is before the +highest court in New York State, the decision in this case will +finally decide whether gay couples will be treated equally under +rent control," stated Rubenstein. + + First Amendment law is also an area of major concern in the +post-Hardwick era. In addition to the BenShalom case, the +Project is involved in several other major cases which seek to +protect speech about gay and lesbian issues. In GMHC v. Sulli- +van, the Project represents a number of AIDS service organiza- +tions in a challenge to the Helms Amendment. The Amendment, +passed in the U.S. Senate by a lopsided vote in 1987, forbids the +Centers for Disease Control from using any AIDS education money +"to promote or encourage, directly, homosexuality." + + "We believe the Amendment is a content-based restriction on +speech which is unconstitutional," said Hunter, who is counsel +for the plaintiffs in the case together with the Center for +Constitutional Rights. "The Amendment will have the tragic +effect of diminishing the quality and quantity of education which +is needed to save lives," Hunter added. + + The Helms Amendment challenge is pending in federal court in +the Southern District of New York. Since the case was first +filed last October, the state of New York has joined as an +additional plaintiff. + + The Project also filed an amicus brief this spring in a +case challenging another Congressional restriction on gay-related +speech, the Armstrong Amendment. That amendment, which seeks to +overturn the victory in a discrimination case brought by a gay +student group against Georgetown University, permits religious +institutions in the District of Columbia to discriminate against +persons who advocate for gay rights, notwithstanding the Dis- +trict's gay rights bill. The ACLU's amicus brief argued that +the amendment violates the First Amendment rights of persons gay +and straight who speak or protest in favor of equal rights for +gay persons. The ACLU brief also argues that the law is an +indirect method of removing civil rights protections in D.C. for +gay students or staff at religiously-affiliated schools. + + "Because the new law would allow penalties to be imposed +against anyone who condones homosexuality, it could operate to +sweep away anti-discrimination protections for gay and lesbian +persons at certain colleges," noted Hunter. The Armstrong +Amendment case was argued April 20 before the United States Court +of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit. + + "These cases illustrate the extraordinary extent to which +lesbian and gay civil rights issues now constitute some of the +most exciting constitutional questions in our legal system," +Hunter said. "Whatever the next round of decisions brings, +judges are increasingly aware that these are some of the most +serious and important issues they will face." + + # # # + + +For further information contact: + + Nan D. Hunter, (212) 944-9800, x545 + William Rubenstein, (212) 944-9800, x544 + + + + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gay_sold.law b/textfiles.com/sex/gay_sold.law new file mode 100644 index 00000000..19b15832 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gay_sold.law @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE +MAY 5, 1989 + + + APPEALS COURT ORDERS REINSTATEMENT OF GAY SOLDIER + + + The U.S. Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit ordered the +reinstatement of Sgt. Perry Watkins, an openly gay soldier with +an examplary service record, in a case brought by the ACLU nine +years ago to challenge the military's policy of excluding gay and +lesbian persons. + + The decision of the full court sidestepped the question of +the constitutionality of the policy but ruled that the Army could +not enforce the policy against Sgt. Watkins, since it had allowed +him to re-enlist three times over a 14-year period despite +knowledge of his homosexuality. + + "We are extremely pleased by this decision," said Nan D. +Hunter, Director of the ACLU's Lesbian and Gay Rights Project. +"It is not only a complete victory for Perry Watkins, it is also +a total repudiation of the rationale for the Army's exclusionary +policy." + + Hunter explained that in ruling to force the Army to re- +enlist Watkins, the court found that he was a highly "respected +and trusted" soldier, and ruled that his military service +"greatly benefitted the Army and therefore the country." + + "This finding shatters the stereotype that gay soldiers +cannot work effectively with other soldiers, or that simply +having them in the armed services will have a harmful effect on +morale and discipline," said Hunter. + + "Although the court did not reach the broader issue, it did +specifically rule that reinstating this openly gay soldier would +have no harmful effect on the military mission, and that ruling +completely undercuts the Pentagon's position that homosexuality +is incompatible with military service," added Hunter. + + Watkins has been represented throughout the lawsuit by ACLU +cooperating attorney James Lobsenz of Seattle. + + +For more information, contact: + Nan D. Hunter - (212) 944-9800, ext. 545 + James Lobsenz - (206) 467-9088 diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gaypagan.rul b/textfiles.com/sex/gaypagan.rul new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ccb59071 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gaypagan.rul @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ + +Date: 05-12-91 2:22 +From: Sewna Silvara +To: Richard Burry +Subj: Introduction to Gay & Lesbian Pagans + +EID:4b22 16ac12c4 +MSGID: 93:9630/2 282cfb30 +* Original: FROM.... Sewna Silvara +* Original: TO...... All +* Forwarded by...... Maximus-CBCS v1.02 at 93:9630/2.0 +MSGID: 93:9630/2 282cfae4 +All: + Welcome to the new Gay & Lesbian Pagans Echo! + This echo has been designed by myself to fill a gap that I have +noticed in the Pagan community. Through my contacts in the Pagan community I +have noticed that there is a high population of Gay & Lesbian Pagans. They +sometimes are looked on as equals, where at other times they are accepted as +a group, but aren't favourable for Wiccan practise. This I have noticed +comes mostly from those Trads that believe very strongly in a Polarity +principle that doesn't include Homosexuals. + This board is to help educate the public and the community about the +Homosexual Pagan community, our differences in ritual working, magick +systems, etc. + All are allowed here, and are most welcome here but we have a few +fundamental rules that must be respected for a genuinely friendly atmosphere +to exist, and they are: + RULES FOR THE GAY & LESBIAN PAGANS ECHO +1) The Wiccan Rede is respected here and it goes: + "An it harm none, Do what thou wilt" + In translation; as long as your actions or messages do not harm or +offend another member of this Echo, you may discuss any topic provided it +agrees with Rule 3. +2) Flames, prejudice remarks, slander, vicious rumours, and the +"Outing" of an alias member are NOT to be tolorated here. We believe very +strongly that all members have the right to there own religion and lifestyle, +thus prejudices of such will not be tolerated. + a) The highest offence in this echo that can be commited is the +"Outing" of one of its members. "Outing" is the willing exposure of the true +identity of a Gay or Lesbian with connection to their life style, wether this +lifestyle is accepted by yourself or not. Abuse of this rule will not result +in a warning as the others do, but will result in the immediate +recommendation to your Sysop for your expulsion from this Echo. "Outing", in +my experience, has been known to get people fired, cut off from family, +custody battles for children, physical abuse, and sadly deaths. + Our policy on "Outing" is a NO TOLERANCE POLICY! +3) Please try your best to stay on topic here. The main stay topic is +the discussion of the conflicts and differences between Gay and Lesbian +Magick systems and Wiccan Traditions, and the eduation of the general public +and the Pagan community as to the Gay & Lesbian lifestyle, so that prejudices +may be finally eliminated. There are plenty of Gay & Lesbian general chat +boards out there, so I would appreciate if the generic chatting of non-Pagan +related topics is kept to a minimum. Meet the person, then take it into +private mail please. + A little about myself; My name is Sewna Silvara, and I am a Bi-Sexual +Wiccan. I have been in Craft for approxamately 3.5 - 4 yrs and have studied +Runology for close to 10 years. I am currently a Priest in a Celtic +Tradition that I have developed with the assistance of my Teacher and +Magickal Partner, called; Triskelion, and I am the Sysop of the Triskelion +Temple where this echo originates from. + I really hope this board gets going, ard attracts many users in the +future. Only you can make it work. Please if you have any suggestions for +this area, or comments on the above, I would very much like to hear them. +--- Maximus-CBCS v1.02 + * Origin: Triskelion Temple: Toronto, ONT. (416)459-8121 (93:9630/2) +PATH: 9630/2 0 308/60 +SEEN-BY: 128/50 259/415 308/60 9000/0 9600/0 9630/0 2 diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gaywo b/textfiles.com/sex/gaywo new file mode 100644 index 00000000..14ffaf17 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gaywo @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» +º Roberta Achtenberg º +º Elizabeth Arden º +º Tallulah Bankhead º +º Rosa Bonheur º +º Lizzie Borden º +º Rita Mae Brown º +º Willa Cather º +º Nikki Giovanni º +º Catherine the Great º +º Radclyffe Hall º +º Billy Holliday º +º Frida Kahlo º +º Amy Lowell º +º Carson McCullers º +º Edna St. Vincent Millay º +º Kate Millett º +º Martina Navratilova º +º Vita Sackville-West º +º Gertrude Stein º +º Lily Tomlin º +º Alice B. Toklas º +º Virginia Woolf º +º º +º [NOTE: If you can add a name to this list please º +º forward same to Inez Harrison.] º +ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gender.dic b/textfiles.com/sex/gender.dic new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b9675019 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gender.dic @@ -0,0 +1,426 @@ +Newsgroups: soc.bi,soc.motss +From: alan@ninja.osf.org (Alan Hamilton) +Subject: Sexual and Gender Identity Glossary (long) +Message-ID: <1992Dec19.234456.3748@osf.org> +Organization: Open Software Foundation +Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 23:44:56 GMT +Lines: 418 + +[Sent to soc.bi, soc.motss, BiAct-L, Bisexu-l, BiFem-l.] + +If you are interested, I would appreciate folks reviewing the +following and sending me feedback to improve it before I publish it. +Since I am no longer able to keep up with all these lists and +newsgroups, anything you want to ensure that _I_ read should be sent +to alan@osf.org. + +Thanks for your help. + -Alan + +----------------------------------------------------------------- + +Sexual Identity and Gender Identity Glossary + +This pamphlet is designed to give heterosexuals and people who are +just starting to think of coming out some basic common terms with the +gender and sexual identity communities, so that they can speak +somewhat intelligently with members of these communities without +seriously offending people or appearing totally clueless. Keep in +mind that: + +The definitions of these words are not standardized throughout +society, and are used differently by different individuals and in +different regions. In particular, these definitions assume the +existence of two and only two each of _sexes_, _genders_, and +_sex/gender roles_, which are separate and distinct from one another; +but many people see them as overlapping, closely related, or as a +limited view or model of a much richer reality. + +The meanings of words change over time. Changes in thinking and +attitudes toward sexual and gender identity are taking place in +society as a whole and within the sexual and gender identity +communities. The meanings of these words will continue to change. +For instance, some words are listed For example, there is a slow but +clear movement in society away from thinking of most human behaviors +as appropriate to one sex and not appropriate to another, toward +thinking of most human behaviors as appropriate to both sexes and both +genders. + +Definitions in (this early version of) this pamphlet were gathered by +a bisexual-identified white male from the Midwest and Northeast of the +US. In other parts of the world and other communities than those he +is familiar with, the same terms may mean different things, and other +terms may be used for the same and other important meanings. + +Despite these caveats, many people find the terms listed here useful +in varying degrees for describing their experience, if only as a +starting point for describing how their view of the world differs from +that represented here. + + +Corrections and additions to these words and definitions (from the US +and elsewhere) are welcome. Please send them to the ECBN address at +the end of this pamphlet. + +_Sexual Identity_ and _Gender Identity_ are similar in some ways and +very different in others. Both refer to how one thinks of a person. +The existence and perpetuation of gender and sexual identities is +based in the historic and continuing oppression (systematic +mistreatment condoned by society as a whole) of people do not conform +to certain aspects of society's gender roles. Gender roles refer to +the clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc., that +are considered appropriate or inappropriate for members of each sex. + +However, _sex_, _gender identity_, and _sexual identity_ refer to +different aspects of oneself. Therefore, one may be any combination +of sex (male/female), gender (masculine/feminine), and sexual identity +(straight, bisexual, lesbian/gay.) In recent history, people +oppressed on the basis of different sexual identities (_bisexuals_, +_lesbians_, _gay men_) and people oppressed on the basis of gender +identity have formed communities which are partly separate and partly +overlapping with one another. Because of this historic separation, +someone who is a member of one of these communities does not +necessarily understand and prioritize the issues of others of these +communities. One who belongs to more than one of these communities +may feel welcome in both, but usually neither addresses all one's +needs or the way that one's needs from different communities overlap +or interact. + +_Gender identity_ refers to how one thinks of one's own gender: +whether one thinks of oneself as a man (masculine) or as a woman +(feminine.) Society prescribes arbitrary rules or _gender roles_ (how +one is supposed to and not supposed to dress, act, think, feel, relate +to others, think of oneself, etc.) based on one's _sex_ (whether one +has a vagina or a penis.) These gender roles are called _feminine_ +and _masculine_. Anyone who does not abide by these arbitrary rules +may be targeted for mistreatment ranging from not being included in +people's circle of friends, through the cold shoulder, snide comments, +verbal harrassment, assault, rape, and murder based on one's +(perceived) gender identity. + +_Sexual identity_ refers to how one thinks of oneself in terms of whom +one is sexually and romantically attracted to, specifically whether +one is attracted to members of the same gender as one's own or the +other gender than one's own. Society prescribes arbitrary rules that +one should be sexually and romantically attracted to members of the +other gender than one's own, and should not be attracted to members of +the same gender as one's own. Anyone who does not abide by these +arbitrary rules may be targeted for mistreatment ranging from not +being included in people's circle of friends, through the cold +shoulder, snide comments, verbal harrassment, assault, rape, and +murder based on one's (perceived) sexual identity. (See _homophobia_ +and _biphobia_.) When one's sex and one's gender identity are +different, one may base one's sexual identity on either one. +Alternatively, one may have two sexual identities, one as a man and +one as a woman. + +These are terms often used within the sexual identity and gender +identity communities. Self-identification terms are often spelled +with initial caps (e.g. Queer, Bisexual) to emphasize that they refer +to how one think of oneself, rather than how someone else labels one. +(For instance, researchers often classify bisexual-identified women +and men as lesbians and gay men and transvestites as transsexuals, +obscuring important distinctions.) + +Androgenous/Androgeny: 1. One who is / the quality of simultaneously +exhibiting _masculine_ and _feminine_ characteristics. 2. + +Bigendered: One who switches between masculine and feminine gender +roles from time to time. + +Biphobia: The oppression or mistreatment of Bisexuals, especially by +lesbians and gay men. (See _homophobia_.) + +Bisexual: One who has significant sexual and romantic attractions to +members of both the same and the other sex, or who identify as members +of the bisexual community. Derogatory terms include the same terms as +are applied to lesbians and gay men. Derogatory terms from lesbians, +gay men, and some heterosexuals: fence sitter, AC/DC, double-gaited, +confused. + +Boy: 1. A young male. 2. Colloquial term for _masculine_. Often used +to specify gender of clothes. ["My _boy_ clothes."] _Boy_ has often +been used as a condescending term for a man (especially a man of +color), and is therefore distasteful to many people. (See _girl_.) + +Butch: 1. Masculine or macho dress and behavior, regardless of _sex_ +or _gender identity_. 2. A sub-identity of lesbian or gay, based on +masculine or macho dress and behavior. (See _femme_.) + +Camp: To joke or playact exaggerated masculine or feminine behaviors +for others' entertainment. Especially men exhibiting exaggerated +feminine behaviors. Also _to camp it up_. + +Come out: 1. To disclose one's own sexual identity to another. [I +came out to my mother over Thanksgiving vacation.] 2. To discover +that one's own sexual identity is different than previously assumed. +[I came out to myself three months ago.] 3. To deal with one's own +and others' reactions to the discovery or revelation of one's sexual +identity. 4. (_- for_) To disclose another's sexual identity with +their permission or at their request. [I asked my mother to _come +out_ to my grandparents for me.] (See _out_.) 4. Sometimes applied +to disclosure of other information than one's sexual identity. + +Cross Dresser (CD): One (regardless of the motivation) who wears +clothes, makeup, etc. which are considered (by the culture) +appropriate for the other sex but not one's own. + +Drag (In Drag): 1. Clothes, often unusual or dramatic, especially +those considered appropriate to the other sex. 2. Can be applied to +any recognizable "look." [_(to a man in a suite)_: I see you are in +corporate _drag_ today.] 3. _In drag_: Wearing clothes of the +opposite sex. [I went to the halloween party _in drag_.] + +Drag Queen: A M->F transvestite who employs dramatic clothes, makeup, +and mannerisms, often for other people's appreciation. + +Dyke: Reclaimed derogatory slang. Refers to Lesbians, or to Lesbians +and Bisexual women. + +Electrolysis: Process of killing hair follicles, especially of facial +and neck hair, usually with an electric needle. + +F->M: Female to male. Used to specify the direction of a sex or +gender role change. + +Femme: 1. Feminine or effeminate dress and behavior, regardless of +_sex_ or _gender identity_. 2. A sub-identity of lesbian or gay, +based on masculine or macho dress and behavior. (See _butch_.) + +Female: One who has a vagina. + +Female Impersonator (FI): A male who, on specific occasions, cross +dresses and employs stereotypical feminine dialog, voice, and +mannerisms for the entertainment of other people. + +Feminine: The _gender role_ assigned to _females_. + +Fetishistic Transvestite: A Transvestite who consistently eroticizes +Cross Dressing. May also eroticize fantasies of gender/sex change. + +Gay (man/male) (community): One who has significant sexual and +romantic attractions primarily to members of the same sex (as +oneself), or who identifies as a member of the gay community. +Sometimes refers only to gay males, sometimes only to gay males and +lesbians. Although some people use the term _gay (commmunity)_ to +refer to all sexual minorities (or the _sexual minority community_), +Lesbians and Bisexuals often do not feel included by it. Derogatory +slang includes: queer, faggot, swish. + +Gender (identity): A psychological _gender role_. _Masculine_ or +_feminine_. + +Gender (identity) community: People who identify as transvestite, +transsexual, or transgendered, or as members of the gender community. +Members of the gender community do not necessarily identify as members +of the sexual minority community. (See _transgender community_.) + +Gender dysphoria (GD): Unhappiness or discomfort experienced by one +whose sexual organs do not match one's gender identity. + +Gender neutral: Clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, +relationships, etc. which are considered appropriate for members of +both sexes. + +Gender role: Arbitrary rules, assigned by society, that define what +clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. are +considered appropriate and inappropriate for members of each sex. +Some clothing, behaviors, etc. are considered appropriate for members +of both sexes. Which things are considered masculine, feminine, or +neutral varies according to location, class, occasion, and numerous +other factors. (See _masculine_, _feminine_, and _gender neutral_.) + + +Genetic Boy (GB): Colloquial term for Genetic Male. (See _boy_.) + +Genetic Male/Man (GM): One who was considered male from birth, +regardless of one's present sex or gender identity. + +Genetic Female/Woman (GF/GM): One who was born female, regardless of +one's present sex or gender identity. + +Genetic Girl (GG): Colloquial term for Genetic Female. (See _girl_.) + +Girl: 1. A young female. 2. Colloquial term for _feminine_. Often +used to specify gender of clothes. ["My _girl_ clothes."] _Girl_ has +often been used as a condescending term for a woman, and is therefore +distasteful to many people. (See _boy_.) + +Hermaphrodite: One who has both a penis and a vagina. + +Heterosexual (het): One who has significant sexual and romantic +attractions primarily to members of the other sex (than oneself.) +Derogatory terms include: breeder. (See _straight_.) + +Heterosexism: The assumption that identifying as heterosexual and +having sexual and romantic attractions only to members of the other +sex (than oneself) is good and acceptable, and that other sexual +identities and attractions are bad and unacceptable. The assumption +that anyone is straight whose sexual orientation is not known, usually +coupled with a "blindness" to the existence and concerns of LesBiGays. + +Homophile (community): Obsolete term for gay male (community.) + +Homophobia: Originally, an irrational fear of sexual attraction to the +same sex. Developed into a term for the oppression of Lesbians and +Gay men, and later into a term for all aspects of the oppression of +Lesbians, Gay men, and Bisexuals (sometimes does not include +bisexuals.) This oppression ranges from not including LesBiGays in +one's circle of friends and media reports on and representations of +society, through the cold shoulder, snide comments, verbal +harrassment, assault, rape, and murder based on the target person's +(perceived) sexual identity. (See also _Biphobia_.) + +Homophobe: One who is afraid of or oppresses people because one +(perceives them to) have sexual and romantic attractions to members of +the same sex. + +Homosexual: Formal or clinical term for _gay_, usually meaning _gay +male_, sometimes meaning _LesGay_, and occasionally meaning +_LesBiGay_. _Homosexual_ and _homosexuality_ are often associated +with the proposition that same gender attractions are a mental +disorder (homophilia), and are therefore distasteful to some people. + +Hormone therapy: Used to change secondary sex characteristics, +including breast size, weight distribution, and facial hair growth. +(See _electolysis_.) + +Identify/ied (as): To think of oneself as having a particular sexual +identity or gender identity. [I _identify as_ a bisexual. I am +bi-_identified_.] To emphaise that an identity term refers to one's +internal reality, as opposed to what others think or observe of one, +_self-identify_ is sometimes used. + +Identity: How one thinks of oneself. One's internal self, as opposed +to what others observe or think about one. (See _Label_.) + +Label: How someone else sees or thinks of one. (See _identity_.) + +Lesbian: A woman who has significant sexual and romantic attractions +to members of the same sex, or who identifies as a member of the +lesbian community. Bisexual women often do not feel included by this +term. Derogatory slang: dyke, lesbo. + +LesBiGay (community): Contraction of "lesbian, bisexual, and gay." +Colloquial term for the sexual minority community or its members. +Often spelled with capital "B" and "G" to prevent misinterpretation as +"lesbian and gay." (See _sexual minority/identity community_.) + +LesGay: Contraction of "lesbian and gay." Sometimes used to mean +LesBiGay, but bisexual women and men often do not feel included by +this term. + +M->F: Male to female. Used to specify the direction of a sex or +gender role change. + +Male: One who has a penis. + +Male Impersonator: A female who, on specific occasions, cross dresses +and employs stereotypical masculine dialog, voice, and mannerisms for +the entertainment of other people. + +Masculine: The _gender role_ assigned to _males_. + +Monogendered: One who is comfortable in only one gender role. (Do +people actually use this, or is it just a syntactic extension of +_bigendered_?) + +Monosexual: One who has significant sexual and romantic attractions +primarily to members of one sex. Straight, Gay, Lesbian. Someone who +is not Bisexual. + +Neuter: 1. One who has neither a penis nor a vagina. 2. Occasionally +used to mean _androgenous_. + +Other sex/gender: The other sex or gender than the reference person's +own. [She has an other sex partner (than her own sex).] [Are you +currently in a relationship with a member of the same sex (as +yourself)?] + +(to be) Out: To be open about one's sexual identity with someone or in +a situation. [I am _out_ to my mother.] [I am _out_ at work.] (See +_come out_.) + +Out [someone]: 1. To disclose a second person's sexual identity to a +third person, especially without the second person's permission. 2. +To disclose one's own sexual identity, sometimes without choosing to +do so. [I outed myself by leaving a political letter on my desk, +which my boss saw when he was looking for me.] (See _come out_.) + +Pre-operative transsexual (Pre-op TS): One who is actively planning to +switch physical sexes, mostly to relieve _gender dysphoria_. +Probably, but not necessarily, _cross dresses_, takes _hormone +therapy_, and gets _electrolysis_. (See _transsexual._) + +Primary sex organs: Penis (male) or vagina (female.) (See _female_, +_male_, _hermaphrodite_, _neuter_.) + +Same sex/gender: The same sex or gender as the reference person's own. +[He has a same sex partner (as his own sex).] [Are you currently in a +relationship with a member of the same sex (as yourself)?] + +Self-identify/identity as: See _identify as_ and _identity_. + +Sex: _Male_ or _female_, depending on one's _primary sex organs_. + +Sex role: See _gender role_. + +Sexual identity: How one thinks of oneself, in terms of being +significantly attracted to members of the same or the other sex. +Based on one's internal experience, as opposed to which gender one's +actual sexual partners belong to. (See _sexual +orientation/preference_.) + +Sexual identity/minority community: The community of people who have +significant sexual and romantic attractions to members of the same +sex, or who identify as a member of the sexual minority community. A +formal term which includes LesBiGays and sometimes members of the +gender community. Members of the _sexual minority community_ usually +do not identify as members of the _gender community_. + +Sexual orientation/preference: How one thinks of her/himself, in terms +of being significantly attracted to members the same or the other sex. +_Sexual orientation_ emphasizes that some people feel that one has no +control or influence over the development of one's sexual and romantic +attractions or one's sexual orientation. _Sexual preference_ +emphasizes that some people feel that one does or should have some +control or influence over the development of one's sexual and romantic +attractions or sexual one's orientation. + +Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS): A surgical procedure which changes +one's primary sexual organs from one sex to another (penis to vagina +or vagina to penis.) + +SRS: Colloquial for _Sexual Reassignment Surgery_. + +Straight: Colloquial for _heterosexual_. Because _straight_ has +connotations of "unadulterated," "pure," and "honest," some members of +the sexual identity community object to the implication that one who +is not straight is "bent," "adulterated," "impure," or "dishonest." +_Straight_ has connotations of "narrow," "straight-laced" or +"conservative," and some heterosexual-identified people object find it +distasteful. + +Transgender community: Formal term for _gender community_. + +Transgendered (TG): One who switches gender roles, whether just once, +or many times at will. Inclusive term for transsexuals and +transvestites. + +Transsexual (TS): One who switches physical sexes (usually just once, +but there are exceptions.) Primary sex change is accomplished by +surgery. (See _SRS_.) _Hormone therapy_, _electrolysis_, additional +surgery, and other treatments can change secondary sex +characteristics. (See Pre-op TS.) + +Transvestite (TV): One who mainly cross dresses for pleasure in the +appearance and sensation. The pleasure may not be directly erotic. +It may be empowering, rebellious, or something else. May feel +comfortable in a focused transgender role while cross dressed. May +occasionally experience gender dysphoria. + +Queer: 1. Reclaimed derogatory slang for the sexual minority community +(eg. _Queer Nation_.) Not accepted by all the sexual minority +community, especially older members. 2. Sometimes used for an even +wider spectrum of marginalized or radicalized groups and individuals. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/gerbilstuffing.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/gerbilstuffing.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..42e16bdc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/gerbilstuffing.txt @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ + + Gerbil Stuffing + --------------- + +The following was taken from Cecil Adams' book "More of The Straight Dope." + +Q: While discussing a gay acquaintance recently, my friend Mary, a nurse, +lauded him by adding, "and he's no damn gerbil stuffer, either." When I +protested that she should not perpetuate cruel stereotypes of our homosexual +brethren, she informed me that she personally had witnessed a fellow admitted +by her hospital to removed a deceased gerbil lodged in his rectum. That +gentleman is now doomed to be tied to a colostomy bag through eternity. What +I'd like to know is, what are the mechanics and philosophy of gerbil stuffing? +How are the gerbils inserted and retrieved? Don't they bit and scratch? Why +not hamsters or snakes? Is this a common practice? My curious friends and I +await your reply with bated breat. --Shannon O., Chicago + +A: Brace yourself, toots. What follows is not for the weak of stomach. For +starters, an awful lot of stuff has been found where that gerbil supposedly +turned up. The medical journals list, among other things, the following +astonishing array: a bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup, an ax handle, a +9-inch zucchini, countless dildoes and vibrators including on 14-inch model +complete with two D-cell batteries, a plastic spatula, a 9-inch water bottle, +a deoderant bottle, a Code bottle, a large bottle cap, numerous other bottles, +a 3 1/2-inch Japanese float ball, an 11-inch carrot, an antenna rod, a +150-watt light bulb, a 100-watt frosted bulb, a cucumber, a screwdriver, four +rubber balls, 72 jewler's saws (all from one patient, but not all at the same +time, although 29 were discovered on one occasion), a paperweight, an apple, +an onion, a plastic toothbrush package, two bananas, a frozen pig's tail (it +got stuck when it thawed), a 10-inch length of broomstick, an 18-inch umbrella +handle and central rod, a plantain encased in a condom, two Vaseline jars, a +whiskey bottle with a cord attached, a teacup, an oil can, a 6 x 5-inch tool +box weighing 22 ounces, a 6-inch stone weighing two pounds (in the latter two +cases the patients died due to intestinal obstruction), a baby powder can, a +test tube, a ballpoint pen, a peanut butter jar, candles, baseballs, a +sand-filled bicycle innertube, sewing needles, a flashlight, a half-filled +tobacco pouch, a turnip, a pair of eyeglasses, a hard-boiled egg, a +carborundum grindstone (with handle), a suitcase key, a syringe, a file, +tumblers and glasses, a polyethylene waste trap from the U-bend of a sink, and +so on. In 1955 one man who was "feeling depressed" reportedly inserted a +6-inch paper tube into his rectum, dropped in a lighted firecracker, and blew +a hole in his anterior rectal wall. This changed his mood real quick. + "Insertion of foreign bodies into the rectum," as it is formally known, +is by no means confined to gays. Many cases are ascribed to autoeroticism on +the part of straights. Leaving aside victims of assault or accident, however, +practitioners do have thing in common: they're incredibly stupid. You don't +need to be an Einstein to realize that insertion of objects presents enormous +health risks. The rectum can become lacerated, torn, or infected. Long-term +effects can include a flaccid sphincter and fecal incontinence. + Which brings us to gerbils. While the examples above are well-documented +in the medical literature, live or recently deceased fauna are something else. +Rumors of gerbil (and mouse or hamsters) stuffing have been circulating since +about 1982. In 1984, a Denver weekly said it had a confirmed report of +gerbilectomy in a local emergency room. The ManhatT#6publication "New York +Talk" reported several years ago that New York doctors first caught on to +stuffing when they started encountering patients with infections previously +found only in rodents. But no such case has ever found its way into the formal +literature of medicine. Having investigated the matter in some depth, I am +inclined to write the whole thing off as an urban legend. (I confess this +represents a change in my thinking since my original column on the subject in +1986.) + Your nurse friend stoutly maintains that a patient was treated for a case +of ingrown gerbil at her hospital in Chicago, but she concedes she did not +read the patient's chart or see any documentary evidence. A doctor and a nurse +at the hospital to whom she appealed for corroboration of her story say they +know nothing of any such case, although they had both heard about gerbil +stuffing, the nurse from cops in the emergency ward, the doctor at the medical +meeting. That's pretty much been the story all over. I have check with +numerous sources in both the gay and medical communities, and though everybody +hears something, every attempt to track down an actual case +has come to naught. + The whole thing sounds totally nuts, to me, and implausible to boot. +Whatever the case, take my advice and stick to mammals your own size. + + +Typed by Ali Kent on 3/26/89 7:45 PM. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/getaids.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/getaids.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e773b4eb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/getaids.txt @@ -0,0 +1,555 @@ + CAN AIDS THREATEN YOU? + + by + + PHOEBE COURTNEY + + # What is it? + + # How Infectious is it? + + # Are Blood Transfusions Safe? + + # How Soon Will it Affect a Million Americans? + + + AIDS (Acquired Immunodeficency Syndrome), the always fatal +disease that was first reported in 1981, has grown from a +handful of cases to an epidemic of catastrophic proportions. The +astronomical growth of AIDS infection in the U.S. portends a +destruction of human life exceeding casualties that would be +suffered in a major war. Yet relatively few Americans really +understand the disease, how it is transmitted, and the risks it +poses to public health. + Fewer still understand what can be done to stop this modern +plague and why prudent public health measures have not been +taken. + In his book The AIDS Cover-up?, Gene Antonio charges: + + "Unfortunately for society, there has ben a constant campaign +about the AIDS virus on the part of many public health officials +and the media. Key facts regarding the nature of AIDS, its +related conditions and its means of transmission have been +glossed over and obscured." + + At first, AIDS was thought to be largely confined to male +homosexuals and intravenous drug users. But cases of AIDS began +appearing among hemophiliacs and blood transfusion recipients. +Now it is widely reported that heterosexuals are at risk for +AIDS. Thus AIDS is not a disease of homosexuals alone; +it threatens millions of sexually active Americans regardless of +age, gender or race. AIDS is transmissible from man to woman and +from woman to man in wholly conventional sex. + According to the AP on January 1, 1987, the federal Centers +for Disease Control estimate that 1 million to 1.5 million +Americans have been infected with the AIDS virus, and of that +total, 20 percent to 30 percent will develop AIDS by the end of +1991. + Earlier, on December 12, 1986, the federal Centers for +Disease Control stated: + + "By 1991, heterosexual cases could make up nearly 10 percent +of AIDS cases. The AIDS case count in the United States stands +at 28,098, twice the number reported 13 months ago. Although +heterosexual cases are growing the fastest, nine out of 10 +cases continue to occur in homosexual men and those who inject +drugs." + + "GAY" INFLUENCE ON PUBLIC HEALTH POLICIES + + Quarantines to prevent the spread if infectious diseases are +not uncommon. They have been applied with common sense for +years. But now because of the political power of the highly +organized homosexual lobby in population centers such as New +York and San Francisco, some politicians have been hesitant +about taking firm measures to protect against the spread of the +death-dealing disease of AIDS, about which medical science +still knows too little. + + In her syndicated column, Phyllis Schlafly puts it this way: + + "The media report daily on the subject of AIDS, but most +reports are couched in semantics designed to shield the +sensitivities of the homosexuals and to assert the 'civil +rights' of people with AIDS over the rights of those who don't +want to get AIDS. + "The media may be partial to homosexuals and some politicians +may be intimidated by them, but the grass roots are demanding +action to protect the public health." + + In the August 1985 ISIS Newsletter (Institute for the +Scientific Investigation of Sexuality), Dr. Paul Cameron +declared: + + "I believe that the department of Health and Human Services, +the Public Health Service and the Centers for Disease Control +have been compromised by 'gay' activists and have bent their +minds backwards so as not to 'offend' homosexuals." + + Kirk Kidwell in the September 29, 1986, issue of the New +American magazine pointed out: + + "The major media, with its pro-homosexual bias, is not a +reliable source of information. Government officials have been +heavily lobbied by 'gay' activists. Even the medical +establishment has, by and large, been co-opted by the homosexual +movement. + "In fact, opinion-makers in the media, government, and +medicine look to the homosexual community as their best source +of information about AIDS." + + No other disease in history with the potential of destroying +millions of lives has been handled the way government health +authorities are treating AIDS. + A case in point is an authoritative article entitled "AIDS +Warning - The Surgeon General's Report May Be Hazardous To Your +Health" which appeared in the January 19, 1987, issue of The New +American magazine*. On October 22, 1986, U.S. Surgeon General C. +Everett Koop issued the Koop Report. It received quick praise +from the American Academy of Family Physicians, the American +Medical Association, and the Institute of Medicine of the +National Academy of Sciences. + More importantly, the Koop Report won sustained applause from +the homosexual community. The national "gay" publication, The +Advocate, for November 25, 1986, declared that the Report was +"particularly gratifying." Jeff Levi, executive director of the +National Gay Task Force said: "I thought it was very good." + In his Report Dr. Koop deftly avoids the immorality of +homosexuality. Instead, he consistently treats homesexuality as +a respectable "alternative" lifestyle and speaks of "homosexual +couples" and the need for children to be taught how to engage in +"safe" homosexual practices. + + In this connection The New American article states: + + "It is an outrage that the Surgeon General's major +recommendation for containing the AIDS epidemic is to turn our +elementary school children over to the value-free sex +educationists for further indoctrination on how to engage in +'safe' homosexual relations." + + When Dr. Koop suggests that sex with the AIDS-infected is +"safe" if condoms are used, he may be guilty of misleading +people to engage in dangerous, perhaps lethal behavior. Whether +or not the U.S. Surgeon General's advice constitutes criminal +negligence is an intriguing legal question. + + The Koop Report urges the public to contact homosexual and +pro-homosexual organizations for additional information on AIDS, +including: the National Gay Task Force, National Coalition of +Gay Sexually Transmitted Disease Services, National Council of +Churches AIDS Task Force, and the Gay Men's Health Crisis. + Thus the Koop Report places the government's stamp of +approval upon a lifestyle whose values and behavior are inimical +to the best interests of heterosexual society and sends an +erroneous message to both homosexuals and heterosexuals. It +tells the homosexual that his sexual behavior is acceptable with +some minor refinements, and it tells the heterosexual that there +is nothing inappropriate with "safe" homosexual behavior. Both +messages are wrong. + The director of United Families of American, Robert L. +Bartleson, may have put his finger on the problem when he noted +that "more than half of Dr. Koop's experts are 'gay rights' +advocates." Dr. Koop has made the strategic error of placing +homosexual "civil rights" above the need for a sound policy to +contain AIDS and protect the public. + Certainly Dr. Koop's' suggestions for coping with the AIDS +crisis indicate the something is seriously wrong at the U.S. +Department of Health and Human Services. + + + WHAT IS AIDS? + + In view of the foregoing, what are the true facts regarding +the approaching AIDS catastrophe? + Gene Antonio's new book The AIDS Cover-up?* is a +comprehensive analysis of the AIDS threat. He spent the past +several years researching the subject. The 376 footnotes in his +book are mostly from medical journals. + Following are a few of the facts contained in Gene Antonio's +book: + As the name implies, the Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome +(AIDS) is best known for producing an inability of the body's +immune system to ward off infections. + The agent which causes AIDS is a retrovirus designated HTLV- +III/LAV (human T-cell lymphotropic retrovirus/lyphadenopathy- +associated virus). The AIDS virus reproduces with rapidity. + After infection occurs, the AIDS virus travels throughout +various parts of the body. The AIDS virus has been isolated from +plasma, serum, saliva, tears, semen, urine, cerebrospinal fluid +and brain tissue. + When the AIDS virus invades white blood cells, their ability +to defend against infection is seriously impaired. The helper T- +cells lose their normal role and become AIDS virus factories. In +the process, the T-cells are gradually destroyed, and as they +disappear the main initiator of the immune response is lost. +This effectively devastates the immune system. + After entering the body, the time it takes for the AIDS virus +to produce deadly effects varies among individuals. + The first stage is an asymptomatic carrier stage. The +individual is infected with the virus but shows no detectable +signs or symptoms. The AIDS virus infiltrates the eyes, brain, +lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys and other organs of infected +person, including those who appear symptomless. However, persons +carrying the AIDS virus, including those who have not yet +developed visible symptoms, are able to infect others. + The second stage of AIDS virus infection occurs when an +infected individual begins to manifest symptoms which can +include sudden unexplained weight loss, drenching night sweats, +persistent diarrhea, swelling of the lymph nodes in the armpits +and groin, chronic fatigue and/or psychogenic disturbances. This +has been called the AIDS-Related Complex (ARC) or the pre-AIDS +syndrome. Persons developing ARC are critically infected with +the AIDS virus. + The third stage is full-blown AIDS. More than half of those +initially diagnosed with full-blown AIDS will be dead within +eighteen months; more than 70 percent will be dead within two +years. Virtually no one who has developed the syndrome was alive +five years later. + The AIDS virus belongs to the family of lentiviruses. These +lentiviruses (the name is derived from the Latin lentus-"slow") +are called slow viruses because they frequently have a lengthy +incubation period before symptoms develop. The average time from +initial infection to development of symptoms can vary from +several weeks to five years and more. Because the adverse +effects of AIDS infection can take years to become manifest, it +enables the epidemic to spread very rapidly. + At the end of 1986, over 25,000 Americans have developed +full-blown AIDS. Only persons with full-blown AIDS are reported +by the federal Centers for Disease Control. However, the number +of persons with pre-AIDS or AIDS-Related Complex (ARC), is +estimated by some researchers to be ten times the number of +full-blown AIDS cases or more than 250,000 cases. And, it should +be emphasized that persons in this intermediate stage of AIDS +infections are also capable of transmitting the AIDS virus to +others. + + HOW INFECTIOUS IS AIDS? + + According to Dr. William A. Haseltine, a leading AIDS +researcher at the Harvard Medical School in Boston. + + "Once infected, a person remains infected for the rest of his +life. Once infected a person is infectious. It is not safe to +assume otherwise." + + In graphic personal terms, this means that, once a person +becomes infected with the AIDS virus, he or she can never engage +in intimate sexual activity without endangering the life of +another person. + In the 1985 guidelines for preventing health-care workers +from becoming infected by patients with AIDS, the federal +Centers for Disease Control warn repeatedly that such workers +should avoid contact, not only with the blood of AIDS patients, +but with "other body fluids" as well. The guidelines state: + + "Because of the theoretical risk of salivary +transmission...during mouth to mouth resuscitation, special +attention should be given to the use of disposable airway +equipment or resuscitation bags and the wearing of gloves when +in contact with blood or other body fluids." + + Dr. Richard Restak, a prominent Washington neurologist, who +has been studying AIDS as a brain-related disease, asserts that +AIDS victims "should not work as dental or medical technicians, +and should not be employed as food handlers." + In the previously mentioned Koop Report, Surgeon General C. +Everett Koop claims: "Although the AIDS virus has been found in +tears and saliva, no instance of transmission from these body +fluids has been reported." + On the contrary, Dr. Jerome Groopman of Harvard University +and Dr. Robert Gallo of the National Cancer Institute (and the +co-discoverer of the original AIDS virus) reported in a leading +British medical journal, The Lancet of December 22/29, 1984, +that saliva was the mode of transmission from a man with +transfusion-acquired AIDS to his wife. Their relationship was, +according to Groopman, "limited to kissing." + The Koop Report also claims: "There is no danger of AIDS +virus infection from visiting a doctor, dentist..." + The truth is that there is danger of contracting AIDS from +any health worker using invasive procedures. The Centers for +Disease Control on November 15, 1985 and April 11, 1986, issued +recommendations for preventing transmission of AIDS between +dentists and patients. These recommendations including, the +wearing of masks and gloves, have been adopted by the nation's +dentists. + Dr, William Haseltine stated in the New York Times of March +18, 1986, "Anyone who tells you categorically that AIDS is not +contracted by saliva is not telling you the truth. AIDS may, in +fact, be transmissible by tears, saliva, body fluids and +mosquito bites." + The public has been repeatedly told that the AIDS agent is an +extremely frail virus, incapable of living outside the body for +any extended period of time. + + The findings in 1985 of French researchers -- specialists +from the Pasteur Institute's elite Viral Oncology Unit went +unmentioned by major public health officials and were virtually +blacked out by the media. However, the Journal of the American +Medical Association of November 22/29, 1985, commented in the +Medical News section: + + "A recent report from the Pasteur Institute in Paris by the +investigators who originally isolated the lymphadenopathy virus +suggests that the AIDS virus might be pretty tough. The French +study finds that virus survives ten days at room temperature +even when dried out in a petri dish." + + The French researchers give specific safety precautions for +medical and dental personnel which clearly intimate that oral +transmission of AIDS through saliva is a danger to be reckoned +with. + This brings up some alarming questions. What about when an +AIDS virus carrier coughs or sneezes infected secretions into, +for example, a punch bowl or salad bar? What about when a cook +or waiter contaminates food with infected saliva or other body +fluids -- i.e., coughs, or sheds infected tears while slicing +onions or sustains a cut and contaminates the food with blood? + The Koop Report claims: "There are no known cases of AIDS +transmission by insects, such as mosquitoes." + The New American of January 19, 1987, refutes this statement +by saying: + + "This is a misleading statement. Dr. Koop should be aware +that a leading French scientist found that many insects in +Central Africa are infected with the AIDS virus, including +mosquitoes, cockroaches, ticks, and tsetse flies." + + Harvard Medical School's Dr. Haseltine points out that "AIDS +may, in fact, be transmissible by...mosquito bites." In Florida, +Dr. Mark E. Whiteside, co-director of the Institute of Tropical +Medicine in Miami, believes that environmental factors, +including "blood-sucking insects" play a role in spreading AIDS. +Dr. Whiteside wrote in Genetic Engineering News, November- +December 1986: "Blood-sucking insects [mosquitoes and bedbugs] +are a logical means of transfer of blood-borne agents, +especially in the tropics." + + HOW DANGEROUS ARE BLOOD TRANSFUSIONS? + + An estimated 3 million Americans receive blood transfusions +each year. + ABC TV's 20/20 program on December 4, 1986, informed the +public that the nations blood supply is tainted with AIDS. Since +1979 over 26 million blood transfusions have been administered +and it is now thought that a substantial number of those +transfusions were contaminated. An AIDS screening system was not +developed until March 1985, and it is unable to detect strains +of the rapidly mutilating AIDS virus. + Gene Jeffers of the American Red Cross in Washington stated +on June 8, 1985, that how many people will develop AIDS from +blood they received before the mass screening started is not +known because the incubation period of the virus may be as long +as five years. + The New England Journal Of Medicine has reported that the +AIDS virus may persist without causing symptoms in an infected +person for more than four years and still be transmissible +through blood transfusion. + In his aforementioned book, Gene Antonio states that it is +estimated that virtually all hemophiliacs in the United States +and elsewhere who have received clotting-factor concentrates +derived from blood collected in the U.S. prior to 1985 have +become infected with the AIDS virus. Nine thousand hemophiliacs +plus an additional 20,000 other blood transfusion recipients are +now permanently infected with the AIDS virus. Many, if not most, +will die of full blown AIDS or subsequent brain disease. There +is now a dramatic upswing in transfusion-related cases of full- +blown AIDS. This will increase as the virus incubates. + + Hemophiliacs and other victims of HTLV-III tainted blood have +been used by the media to support the contention that AIDS is +not particularly related to homosexuality. However, hard +evidence revels that the vast majority of hemophiliacs and other +blood recipients have fallen prey to liver disease and AIDS +infection as a direct consequence of blood donated by +homosexuals. + The AIDS blood-screening test now in operation has a major +flaw: it still permits a significant number of persons who are +asymptomatically carrying the virus to slip through. + + In her syndicated column of September 3, 1986, Phyllis +Schlafly asks: + + "Why are we continually told that the AIDS-antibody test will +screen out all AIDS-infected blood when the fact is that there +can be a six-month lag between the time a person becomes +infected with AIDS and the time that person shows 'positive' on +the AIDS-antibody test?" + + And Gene Antonio puts it this way: + + "Since some persons infected with AIDS are able to pass the +test undetected, the blood supply still cannot be described as +safe." + + Apparently the American Medical Association is becoming +alarmed because on November 6, 1986, the AMA recommended that +people anticipating elective heart, chest or orthopedic surgery +have their own blood collected in a six week period before the +operation. The method, called autologous blood transfusion, +eliminates the risk of contracting AIDS or other communicable +diseases associated with receiving someone else's blood, said +Dr. Ira Freidlander, a member of the AMA's Council on Scientific +Affairs. + + IS A VACCINE POSSIBLE? + + Why are we given extravagant news coverage of speculation +about a cure for AIDS, when in truth there is no prospect for a +cure in the foreseeable future because AIDS is a "lentivirus," a +deadly and little understood family of viruses that has been +completely resistant to treatment or vaccine? + + According to Gene Antonio, "The AIDS virus mutates very +rapidly. New variant strains of the virus make vaccine +development prospects bleak and could result in changes of modes +of transmission." + The November 24, 1986, issue of Newsweek quotes Mark Feinberg +of Stanford University as saying that AIDS is basically unlike +any disease that is prevented by vaccination for it attacks the +very antibody-producing machinery that a vaccine is supposed to +stimulate. + The body's natural defenses are incapable of combating the +AIDS virus. With other diseases, the immune system produces +antibodies which attack and kill invading organisms. Vaccines +are utilized to raise antibody levels in the blood stream high +enough to kill invading pathogens. In the case of infection with +the AIDS virus, the antibodies which develop have little or no +capacity to neutralize the effects of the virus. Researchers +dare not inject even a minute amount of AIDS virus into humans +as a means of raising antibodies to ward off the disease. + On October 29, 1986, a National Academy of Sciences panel, +stating the AIDS epidemic could result in one of the worst +catastrophes of the 20th century, indicated a vaccine to prevent +the disease "is at least five years away," and despite some +recent encouraging test results, drugs that conquer the disease +"may also be years away." + On January 19, 1987, even U.S. Surgeon General C. Everett +Koop, who has tried to gloss over the AIDS threat as documented +in this pamphlet, admitted: + + "Make no mistake about it, AIDS is spreading among more +people and it is uniformly fatal. No cure or vaccine is in sight +in the foreseeable future." + + CIVIL RIGHTS OR PUBLIC HEALTH? + + In the past, once the source of an epidemic was identified, +the information led public-health authorities to map out a +counter-strategy. But these are not normal times. Homosexual +activists are well-organized and well financed. possessing links +to both major political parties. They have strong media +influence (Gay Media Task Force) and strong medical ties. + + "The spirit of the age," says syndicated columnist Jeffery +Hart, "regards disapproval of homosexuality as simply bigotry, +and the Liberal mentality is zealous in its efforts to protect +homosexuals from any disagreeable consequences of their +practices whether social, economic, or medical consequences." + + The Richmond (Va.) News leader had this comment: + + "Meanwhile helpless citizens are falling victim to AIDS- +carriers who contracted the disease through anti-social +lifestyles. Yet any mention of restraining the carriers +activities or of isolating them, draws fevered objections from +the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) and homosexual groups +such as the Lambda Legal Defense and Education Foundation." + + In spite of the AIDS epidemic, militant homosexuals are +pushing ahead with demands for "gay rights" legislation. + They want protected status in employment and housing; the +right to teach in public schools and to advocate homosexuality +through sex-education classes. + "Gay rights" legislation is now pending in cities and States +throughout the country as well as in Congress. + In 1985, House resolution #230, which came to be known as the +"Gay Bill of Rights" was introduced in Congress, but was tabled +because of the growing AIDS epidemic. Now it is being introduced +in this 100th Congress where it has some chance of passing +because of Liberal gains in the House and Senate in the 1986 +congressional elections. Among other things this bill would make +it a CRIMINAL OFFENSE" for churches, schools, businesses and +local, State and federal agencies to refuse to hire homosexuals +for ANY reason. + + In an article in the September 6, 1986, issue of Human Events +entitled "AIDS: A Record of Shocking Negligence -- Official +'Reassurances' Mistaken," M. Stanton Evans concludes by stating: + + "Gay rights groups and those who seek their support have been +treating AIDS as a political 'civil rights' issue, rather than a +public-health issue. If any other disease were involved, the +standards would be much more rigorous. The identical standards +should be applied to AIDS. + "Spreading a contagion with a 100 percent mortality rate is +not a civil right." + + And the Richmond (Va.) News Leader agrees: + + "AIDS no longer is a civil-rights issue affecting primarily +homosexuals. It is now a public-health issue focused on an +incurable disease. Regarding AIDS, concerns for the public +health become paramount." + + WHAT MUST BE DONE + + Our public-health authorities must be made to realize that +their first responsibility is to protect the public's health, +not the perceived "civil rights" of homosexuals or drug users. + + # As a first practical step to stemming the most blatant + sources of AIDS contagion, the high risk homosexual + bathhouses and "clubs" must be closed permanently by + federal edict. + + # There must be federal bans on all high-risk group members + from donating blood, contributing semen to sperm banks, and + donating organs. The present AIDS blood-screening test + still permits a certain percentage of those infected with + AIDS to slip through the safety net and endanger people's + lives. All prospective donors must be required to sign a + statement under oath that they are not members of a high- + risk group. Mandatory federal penalties should be imposed + on violators. + + # There should be federal registration of all persons + diagnosed with full blown AIDS, pre-AIDS (ARC) and those + testing positive with the AIDS blood-screening test. + + # Federal penalties should be imposed on physicians failing + to report persons diagnosed with full-blown AIDS, + intermediate AIDS or the a symptomatically infected. + + # Public and private employers should be permitted to utilize + AIDS risk-factor questionnaires and AIDS- blood-screening + tests in hiring. + + # The U.S. Surgeon General should insist that anyone with + AIDS should not work as a health-care provider or as a food + handler. + + Dr. Richard Restak has noted: + + "Quarantines have been very effective in beating outbreaks of +scarlet fever, small pox and typhoid in this century." + + And Dr. James Curran of Harvard has stated: + + "This is a plague and menace, and I see nothing wrong with +quarantine on a constitutional level." + + In conclusion, Dr. James I. Slaff of the national Institutes +of Health warns: + + "The AIDS virus shows every sign of being just as deadly as +the plague during the Middle Ages. We are on a crash course with +reality. This is not a practice run. There is no second chance. +AIDS may be to the twentieth century what the Black Plague was +to the fourteenth century. + "The alarm must be sounded, loudly and persuasively. If it is +not, the conclusion is inescapable: millions may die." + +**************************************************************** +This is a transcript of "Tax Fax # 217, from the Independent +American, P.O. Box 636, Littleton Colorado, 80160. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/girls.guide b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.guide new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8bfbbe51 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.guide @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ + + Sources say: A Girl's Guide To Condoms + -- by Mimi Coucher + + WARNING: Boys cannot read this. If you are a boy and are reading this, +stop immediately. The following article is chock-full of highly intimate girl +secrets that will be 10 times more embarrassing than any TV commercial for +feminine-hygiene products you've ever seen. So quit it. I mean it. You'll +be sorry. + +We've Come A Long Way... + We thought we were pretty darn smart, all right. In the '60s we +became liberated and bravely marched into our neighborhood women's-health +collective, had our blood tested and our bodies examined, and marched out +armed with a pink carousel of little tablets and a new attitude. We related +to our sex partners, we discovered the joys of uninhibited physical thrills, +we took our pills regularly. In the '70s we were sorry for it and went en +masse to our gynecologists to be fitted for diaphragms. We carried +them everywhere, became geniuses of delicate timing. We tried IUDs, flirted +with cervical caps worn at jaunty angles. We researched and discussed the +issues with candor and aplomb; ask any high-spirited modern girl and she'll +tell you all about the G-spot, male menopause, the Hite report, impotence, +arousal, pregnancy, the Kama Sutra, birth control. + Ready for the '80s? Hell, we thought we were ready for anything. +Anything but this. No woman, not even the most avid reader of sex manuals +or sophisticated connoisseur of amour, is prepared for the experience of +walking to the corner drugstore and asking the freckle-faced adolescent +behind the counter for a package of... condoms. + OLD FACT: Condoms aren't sexy. Neither are rubbers, sheaths, +prophylactics, Coney Island white fish, raincoats, skins, safes, rubber +booties, socks. The package says, "Sold for the prevention of venereal +disease." The boys say, Sold for the prevention of love. Oft compared to +taking a bath with socks on, the condom ritual was the classic bane to the +romantic advances of bumbling '50s teens. + NEW FACT: Unless you can account for all the blood transfusions, +intravenous activities, and sexual escapades of your partner and your +partner's partners, you'd best get used to the idea, right now. "Say," you +blink innocently, "shouldn't the boy be taking some responsibility for this +dangerous transaction?" Yes, of course. But I wouldn't count on it. You +know how they are. And here's a horrifying thought: not only are you +protecting yourself against your partner, you're protecting your partner +against *you*. + Oh, cheer up. It beats abstinence. + +Buy Now, Lay Later + Don't even pretend for one minute that you're never going to do "it" +again. You will. So brace yourself for the new shopping experience of the +'80s. + First take: you enter a quiet, out-of-the-way drugstore that has a +display of walkers and bedpans in the window. Confident that no one you +know will ever spot you here, you stride over to the kindly old pharmacist +at the back of the store. "Excuse me," you venture a little shakily. +"Where are your rubbers?" You are gently guided to a Totes display in Aisle +Three. To save face, you buy a pair of men's size 11s and ditch them in a +corner trash can, determined to do better next time. + Second take: the next store you choose is a little larger, and +crowded. But you can't find the condoms anywhere. There is a line at the +cash register. You stand in it, patiently, rehearsing your lines. You +arrive. "Excuse me," you politely whisper to the surly loud-mouthed Iranian +behind the counter, "where are your prophylactics?" + "Right here," he shouts. "What kind ya want?" + "Uh, Trojans, I guess." + "Lubricated or nonlubricated?" he bellows. "Ya want ribs? We got +the ribs kinds." By this time, the entire store is involved in the drama, +the crowd behind you is silently hanging on your every word, and you're sure +that that's your third-grade teacher who just walked in. "Oh, uh, skip it, +thanks. I'll just tell my little brother that he'll have to buy his own." + Don't be discouraged. Buying condoms is a tough job, but somebody's +got to do it. And here's a heartening fact that I bet even *you* didn't +know, Ms. Modern: marketing tests prove that women buy more condoms than men +do, and have for years. That's why, ever since the late '70s, condom +packages have featured air-brushed photos of couples holding hands at +sunset. They thought we'd like that. We don't, but it will have to do till +pictures of Mick Jagger, Mel Gibson, or beautiful shoes come along. + +Condoms Demystified + There are basically three kinds of condoms: unlubricated latex, +lubricated latex, and lambskin. The lambskins are no good because they +haven't been proven to be a barrier to infection. Anyway, they're really +made of lambies and that makes us sad, especially around Easter time. (The +real reason we don't like them is that they actually smell like lamb. One +is tempted to lubricate them with mint jelly.) + There are variations on the basic latex condoms. Some condoms are +prelubricated, with spermicidal jelly, even. Others are not. Strictly +B.Y.O.K.Y. + The strangest variation by far is the ribbed latex condom. Why are +these condoms ribbed? This is supposed to be stimulating? Should one +attempt to play washboard tunes on it? This is just part of a big problem +with condoms. Condoms were, and are, designed by men. + +If Girls Designed Condoms... + What a wonderful world it would be. Skip the ribbing, skip the +lube. If women designed condoms there is no question that they would be +padded. "But size doesn't matter!" comes a chorus of voices. (The loudest +voices come from boys who are peeking. Stop that right now. Turn to the +sports page immediately.) Sure *length* doesn't matter. But give any girl +a small dose of truth serum and ask her about width. Admit it. If padded +condoms were placed on the market, hordes of screaming women would storm +their local druggists and dash out with tote bags full. Unfortunately, it +wouldn't work. After all, there is that ticklish issue of boy sensitivity, +which we can't overlook, even if we occasionally want to. Padded condoms +would rob boys of the skin-to-skin sensation they already claim condoms +rob them of. And we can't have that. + No, we modern women, being kind and sensitive lovers, would design +whisper-soft condoms, completely transparent and microscopically thin. The +paisley, rainbow, and floral-print condoms we designed would be strictly +novelty items, kept for special occasions only. Ditto the condoms with +cute sayings: "Hang in there, baby, Friday's coming"; "My girlfriend went +to Florida and all I got was this lousy condom"; and the classic "I'm with +stupid" (arrow pointing back toward the boy). Other specialty items would +include the male-ego condom, which, like black olives, come in three sizes: +jumbo, colossal, and humongous. Naughty subversives would enjoy the Karen +Finley assortment, colorful, decorative condoms that turn ordinary penises +into bananas, hotdogs, yams, and more. + But I digress. The best place to buy condoms is your local massive +drugstore that has them on display, self-serve, just like corn pads or +athlete's foot spray. + So go shopping. Dress cool, hold your head high, read labels, make +your selection. Be assured that most popular brands come with little +instruction booklets much like the ones found in boxes of Tampax (uh oh -- +don't mix them up!). While at the drugstore, be sure to purchase at least +one of the following items: Tickle anti-perspirant, Ban Roll-on, or any of +the Calvin Klein line of men's grooming aids. You'll need these for +important condom experiments at home. + At home, be alone. Light candles. Play inspiring music; any +record by Rick James will do. Remove one of the condoms from its packet. +Examine it carefully. Then put it to work. Experiment with your slippery +new friends; whip those sons-of-gummi-worms into shape. Recruit those +deodorant bottles and practice, practice, practice. + And how about some new nicknames for the old standbys? Love skins. +Slicks. Wet suits. Silk stockings. Eight-by-two glossies. + Soon enough, you'll be happy and relaxed, perfectly in control of +those silly little slips o' sin. But wait. Something's missing. Oh yes, +the hard part. I mean the good part. I mean, both. + +The Condomed Man + It is far, far easier to start them on condoms when the +relationship is young. In fact, the condom is a terrific tool of seduction +when you're ready to make the leap between the sheets. Call that someone +on the phone and say to him, casual-like, "I just bought a new kind of condom +and I'm dying to try it out... want to come over?" Or when out on the town +with your paramour, and the clock on the clubhouse wall says thump thump +thump, push that hunk against the wall and growl, "Listen, buddy. I've got +a condom in my pocket and I'm not afraid to use it. We're going home." + +Welcome To The Safety Patrol + Before you know it, you'll be a veritable connoisseur of condoms. +You'll allow them to drop casually out of your purse in front of attractive +men at cocktail parties. You'll dispense them to friends, give lessons, +perhaps even roll your own. "Oh, handsome boyfriend," you'll soon sigh, +"I've always wanted to see you in rubber." + And he won't mind one bit. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/girls.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..aa968522 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.hum @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +This is presented to you by the Crimson Avenger. Mybuddy +the Master of the Universe which is me, says post it around. + + Las Vegas Singles Expose - November 1985 + Complied by the Master of the Universe + + + Disclaimer: This list is provided "AS IS" without warranty of any kind, +either expressed or implied. Information contained in this list is considered +confidential and may not be disclosed to third parties without prior approval by +the orginator of the list. The possessor of this list shall agree not to press +any criminal charges against either the author of this list or any other parties +that may possess additional copies of this list. 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This list is for you all vacation go +getters and have a nice safe trip. + + + +Number Contacts Comments + +382-7870 Historic Chicken Ranch Whorehouse +386-5724 Pluto's Bar&Grill to meet girls +367-8593 The Pleasure Seekers MC and VISA +367-8593 Showgirls of Las Vegas MC and VISA +736-3258 Soft Touch Escorts Beautiful ladies(girls) + +372-5251 Cherry Patch Ranch with +372-5574 Japaness type baths with Safe brothel house +372-5678 lots of girls to rub you. +372-5468 + +372-5469 Mabel's Another brothel + + + +---------- PERSONALS ------------------------------------------- + +362-6467 Call Angie for a date Bizzare sex +459-0019 Maureen Very cute sexy girl +438-9938 Candice Fun loving girl +362-7318 Laura A fantasy girl +438-9938 Chrissie 20 slender girl +367-7761 Kelly Seductive girl(WOW) +367-7318 Mistress Sadie Mistress(B&D) +362-6478 Marilyn Dream girl +459-0019 Michelle Volvptuous woman +459-0019 Melanie Sensuous girl +367-7761 Jeannette Young, beautiful, sexy +367-7761 Sandra Blow you mind out +438-9938 Kim For older men +362-6478 Christine Call her +644-1813 Kelly Very seductive +642-9895 Marilyn Dream girl +644-2220 Lisa VERY turn-on Lisa +644-1156 Ask for Tammy, or Jamie Two sweet girls +438-9938 Mistress Elaine WOW(I WANT her) +367-7761 Donna Soft and seductiv +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/girls.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2efc060d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/girls.txt @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ + + Why Must Girls Squat To Pee? + ---------------------------- + + + |QUESTION:| + I'm an 18-year-old guy. Some of my friends and I are confused as to +why a female must squat or sit before she can pee. + Is it because she has the equivalent of an extremely tiny penis, +normally hidden from view, which only pops out when she squats? + + + |ANSWER:| + A woman needn't squat or sit to urinate. She can also urinate in a +standing position (or in any other position, for that matter). But, +since she can't control the direction of the flow of urine, this is apt +to be a messy business. + + Females urinate from the urethral opening, a very small hole located +between the clitoris and the vaginal opening, and surrounded by the +vaginal lips called the labia majora. + + Clitoris Is Like Small Penis + + When you ask about whether the female has the equivalent of a small +penis, you may be thinking of the clitoris. Actually, in terms of fetal +development, the penis is more like an enlarged clitoris. + + The clitoris is a small knob of tissue located above the urethra. In +the embryo, a group of specialized cells becomes the clitoris. If the +fetus is male, the same tissue develops to become part of a penis. + + Unlike the penis, the clitoris has only one known purpose -- as a +focus of erotic sensitivity in women. The clitoris is much smaller +than the penis, but has an equal number of sensory nerve endings. Hence +it is potentially far more sensitive than the penis. + + Structurally, the clitoris is like a penis in miniature, with a +shaft, a glans, and a hood. + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/glbo_lis.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/glbo_lis.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f5b89734 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/glbo_lis.txt @@ -0,0 +1,993 @@ +From: wyatt@ccu.umanitoba.ca (David Anthony Wyatt) +Newsgroups: soc.motss +Subject: List of GLBO* Historical and Celebrity Figures +Message-ID: +Date: 26 Jan 93 17:19:21 GMT +Organization: University of Manitoba, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada +Lines: 144 + +[This contains all 3 parts, concatenated.] + + Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual Historical and Celebrity Figures + +There are several good questions worth asking about a list such as this. +Among them are: + +1. Are these listings "proven" or accurate? Are the sources reliable? +2. Are these people really gay/lesbian/bisexual? +3. Why so many men and so few women? +4. What is the point of such a list anyway? + +There are many reasonable answers to each question, but here are mine: + +1. These sources aren't particularly reliable. None are. Authorities that +range from thorough professional biographies to rumours disagree on just who +is/was or isn't/wasn't, and have about the same track record for accuracy. +There is also a substantial cross-pollination between list-makers. An erroneous +listing will show up again and again on other sources. + +2. Perhaps the acid test is: "Which of them would have self-identified as gay, +lesbian or bisexual?" The answer is "few." Different cultures and different +times would have made the admission impossible for some, and ridiculous for +others. Often the evidence surrounding a medieval figure is a single remark +or a curious juxtaposition of events or persons. Hardly conclusive evidence. + +3. The gender balance of the list reflects at least two factors. One is the +gender of the compiler and the kinds of sources used. Second is the place of +women in most societies and times, where celebrity or positions of historical +noteworthness were difficult or impossible to achieve. + +4. There is no point to such a list. Famous gays and lesbians do not validate +the existance of non-famous gays and lesbians. Centuries of closeted men and +women likewise adds no cachet of validity to today's men and women. The only +point can be "curiousity". + +Read on, and enjoy. + + REFERENCES + +AA +"People" chapter of the _Alyson_Almanac_, 1st ed., Boston: Alyson Publications, +1989. + The strong distinction between homosexual and heterosexual, + which many people now consider to be so important, has not + existed in all times and cultures. Some of the individuals + listed here would not have considered themselves to be gay, + or lesbian, or bisexual -- for many, that terminology did + not even exist. ... The gay or bisexual orientation of most + individuals listed here is well established. For some, + however, the evidence is circumstantial, or based on rumor; + ... ---AA p. 142 + + +BOL +Wallechinsky, David, Irving Wallice and Amy Wallace. "67 Renowned Homosexuals +and Bisexuals," _The_Book_of_Lists_, New York: Bantam Books, 1977. + With the assistance of the researchers of the _Advocate_, + ... lists have been assembled of the leading female and + male homosexuals from past times to the present. Included, + also, are celebrated persons who were ... bisexual. In + noting modern-day names we have confined ourselves to those + who have announced or publicly discussed their homosexuality. + ---BOL p. 336 + +GGG +various authors, "Great Gay Guys" column appearing regularly in _Guys_. June +1992 column titled "Great Gay Gals." + +NSGGG +various authors, "Not So Great Gay Guys" column appearing occasionally in +_Guys_. + +GBOL- +Rutledge, Leigh W., _The_Gay_Book_of_Lists_, Boston: Allyson Publications, 1987. + + -once +"24 Famous People Who Acknowledged Having Had at Least One Homosexual Experience +in their Lives" + + -bro +"7 Famous Gay Men Who Also Had a Gay Brother" + + -forces +"20 Famous Gay or Bisexual Men Who Served in the U.S. Armed Forces" + + -popes +"Heavenly Fathers: 6 Gay or Bisexual Popes" + +LS +Southerland, Lori, "List of LesBiGay Musicians," an article posted to the USENET +news group _soc.motss_ 24 Oct 92 19:06:39 GMT by loris@yang.earlham.edu + ...not everyone on this list has jumped up and said, "I'm QUEER!" but + there has been documentation that they are supporters of lesbians/ + bisexuals/gays + +MH +Hertzog, Mark, "The List of Living, Famous "Out" People: Here It Is!", an +article posted to the electronic discussion _GayNet_ Mon, 12 Oct 92 00:10:27 EDT +by mwh8h@uva.pcmail.Virginia.EDU + Here, at last, is the list of names of living, famous or notable "out" + people, in alphabetical order. ... Please give special thanks to Ellen + Greenblatt in Buffalo, who sent the most recent edition of "Famous or + Distinguished Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals: A List of Names," which she + helped prepare for the Gay & Lesbian Task Force of the American Library + Association. ... + ONE IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: I am relying on second-hand information. I + use only that which I judge to be reliable and have made reasonable + efforts to verify those names included, but it is possible that I + inadvertantly may have identified someone as les/bi/gay who is not. + I apologize in advance if this was done, and will retract any such + name if it belongs to a heterosexual. ... A list of some living, + famous people who have publicly acknowledged that they are lesbian, + gay or bisexual (as of October 1992) + -not + I include these names in that they were passed along by people who + believed, and in some cases insisted, that they were out of the + closet--that is, had publicly acknowledged being gay, lesbian or + bisexual. I have verified that, to date, they have not. + +NF +Fink, N. "Homosexual and Bisexual Rulers, and When they Ruled," an article +posted to the USENET news group _alt.sex.motss_ 7 Mar 92 15:36:29 GMT +by fink2@alcor.concordia.ca (NFink) + +OOAT +Boughner, Terry, _Out_of_All_Time:_A_Gay_and_Lesbian_History_, Boston: Alyson +Publications, 1988. + +TM +Mansfield, Tim, "My Very Own Out List", an article posted to the USENET group +_soc.motss_ 25 Sep 92 05:06:04 GMT by timbomb@cs.uq.oz.au (Tim Mansfield) + Inspired by the recent discussion of famous living out people in + bit.listserv.gaynet, I've decided to post my list of queer men + and women that I've painstakingly compiled from various postings + in motss and gaynet. + + I've taken out the doubtfuls, the speculations and the did-it-once- + but-I'm-het-now, crowd as not interesting. + +-- +---David Wyatt +Internet: David_Wyatt@UManitoba.CA Continuing Education Division +Bitnet: WYATT@UOFMCC University of Manitoba DOWNTOWN + Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada R3T 2N2 + +Abd Al-Rahman [m] (r: 1880-1901) Afghani king (NF) +Abu Nuwas [m] (AD 756?-810) Arabian poet (AA) +Achilles [m] Greek mythological hero (GGG May 91) +Achtenberg, Roberta [f] San Francisco city supervisor (MH) +"Adult Children of Heterosexuals" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Agathon [m] (450?-400? BC) Athenian dramatist (AA) +Ai [m] (r: 6 BC-AD 1) Chinese emperor (NF) +Akhenaten [m] (1364-1334 BC) Egyptian pharoah (OOAT, AA, GGG Jun 90) +Albee, Edward [m] (1928- ) U.S. playwright "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (AA, GGG Jan 92, TM, MH) +Alcibiades [m] (450-404 BC) Athenian general-statesman (GGG Jun 91, AA, OOAT) +Alexander I [m] (1777-1825) Russian czar (AA) +Alexander the Great [m] (356-323 BC) Macedonian king (AA, OOAT, BOL, NF, TM) +Alexander VI [m] (1431-1503) Pope (GGG Aug 92) +Alger, Horatio [m] (1832-1899) U.S. author (BOL, AA, GGG Jan 90, TM) +Al-Hakem II [m] (r: AD 961-976) Cordoban ruler (NF) +"Alive!" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Allen, Peter [m] (1944-1992) Australian entertainer (TM) +Almodovar, Pedro [m] (____- ) Spanish film-maker "Tie Me Up! Tie Me Down" (TM, MH) +Almond, Mark [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Al-Mutamid [m] (r: 1069-1090) Ruler of Seville (Spain) (NF) +Ammiano, Tom [m] schoolteacher, comedian, San Francisco School Board member (and first-place vote-getter) (MH) +Amos, Tori [ ] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Amunullah Kahn [m] (r: 1919-1929) Afghani king (NF) +Anacreon [m] (572?-488? BC) Greek poet (AA) +Andersen, Hans Christian [m] (1805-1875) Danish author (BOL, AA, GGG Jul 92, TM) +Anderson, Emily [f] photographer (MH) +Anderson, Laurie [f] performance artist (MH-not) +Anne [f] (1665-1714) British queen (OOAT, AA, NF) +Anne Ioannovna [f] (r: 1730-1740) Russian empress (NF) +Anthony, Susan B. [f] (1820-1906) U.S. activist (OOAT, AA, TM) +Antigonus II Gonatas [m] (r: 276-239 BC) Greek king (NF) +Antiochus I [m] (r: 280-261 BC) Greek king (NF) +Antoinette, Marie [f] (1755-1793) French queen (OOAT) +Apuzzo, Virginia [f] adviser to Governor Mario Cuomo; former head of the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force (MH) +Araki, Greg [m] filmmaker "The Living End" (MH) +Aristotle [m] (384-322 BC) Greek philosopher (BOL, TM) +Armatrading, Joan [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +"Army of Lovers" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Ash, Daniel [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Ash, John [m] poet and literary critic (MH) +Ashbery, John [m] Pulitzer Prize-winning poet (MH) +Ashikaga Yoshimitsu [m] (r: 1368-1394) Japanese shogun (NF) +Ashman, Howard [m] (1951-1991) U.S. playwright-lyricist (GGG Sep 91) +Auden, W.H. [m] (1907-1973) British poet (AA, GGG Dec 89, BOL, TM) +Augustine, Saint [m] (AD 354-430) Roman theologian (AA) +Augustus [m] (r: 31 BC-AD 14) Roman emperor (NF) +Azaa, Manuel [m] (r: 1931-1933, 1936-1939) Spanish president (NF) +Aznavour, Charles [m] (1924- ) French, more singer than actor (TM) +"B-52's" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Bachardy, Don [m] artist; life partner of the late novelist Christopher Isherwood (MH) +Bachmann, Guido [m] writer (MH) +Bacon, Sir Francis [m] (1561-1626) Br philosopher-statesman (BOL, GGG Jul 90, AA, GBOL-bro, TM) +Baez, Joan [f] (1941- ) U.S. folk singer-political activist (GBOL-once, MH "onetime") +Bagoas [m] (345?-after 323 BC) Persian slave (to Alex. Great) (GGG Oct 92) +"Bahaus" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Bakker, James [m] (1940- ) U.S. evangelist (AA) +Baldwin, James [m] (1924-1987) U.S. writer (AA, GGG Aug 88) +Bancroft, Ann [f] explorer and teacher (*not* the actress Anne) (MH) +Bankhead, Tallulah [f] (1903-1968) U.S. actress (GBOL-once) +Barber, Samuel [m] (1910-1981) U.S. composer (AA, GBOL-forces, LS) +Barnes, Djuna [f] (1892-1982) U.S. novelist (AA) +Barney, Natalie [f] (1876-1972) Parisian writer & salon hostess (AA) +Barnfield, Richard [m] (1574-1627) British poet (AA) +Barrie, James M. [m] (1860-1937) British author (GGG Sep 92) +Bartel, Paul [m] filmmaker (MH) +Bartlett, John [m] fashion designer (MH) +Basil II [m] (r: 976-1025) Byzantine emperor (NF) +Bates, Alan [m] (1934-1992) British-born U.S. actor (TM) +Bauman, Robert [m] (1937- ) U.S. politician (AA, MH) +Beach, Sylvia [f] (1887-1962) U.S. expatriate literary figure (AA) +Beard, James [m] (____- ) U.S? famous cook and epicure (TM) +Beardsley, Aubrey Vincent [m] (1872-1898) British artist (GGG May 90) +Beaton, Sir Cecil [m] (1904-1980) British photographer (GGG Sep 90) +"Beautiful South, The" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Beck, Pia [f] singer and pianist (MH) +Beckford, William [m] (1760-1844) British writer and politician (AA) +Beecher, Henry Ward [m] (1813-1887) U.S. lecturer and pastor (AA) +Beethoven, Ludwig von [m] (1770-1827) German composer (AA) +Behan, Brendan [m] (1923-1964) Irish author (BOL, TM) +Bell, Andy [m] (____- ) Musician of the group "Erasure" (various, LS, MH) +Benedict IX [m] (1020-1055?) Pope (AA, GBOL-popes, OOAT) +Bennett, Michael [m] (1943-1987) U.S. choreographer (GGG Aug 89) +Ben-Shalom, Miriam [f] sued military for reinstatement after expulsion for being lesbian (MH) +Bentley, Eric [m] critic, theatre director and translator (MH) +"Berlin" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Bernhard, Sandra [f] (____- ) U.S. comedian-actress (TM, MH) +Bernstein, Leonard [m] (1918- ) U.S. composer (GGG Nov 90, TM, LS) +Beyazid I [m] (r: 1389-1402) Ottoman sultan (NF) +Beza, Theodore [m] (1519-1605) French theologian (AA) +Birisima, George [f] actor and playwright (MH) +Blackwell, Mr. [m] fashion designer; creator of annual "Ten Worst Dressed" list (MH) +Blais, Marie-Claire [f] French-language novelist (MH) +Blake, Nayland [ ] artist (MH) +Blaser, Robin [ ] writer (MH) +Blitzstein, Marc [m] (1905-1964) U.S. composer (GGG Mar 91) +Bogarde, Dirk [m] (1920- ) British actor (GBOL-once, MH) +Bonheur, Rosa [f] (1822-1899) French artist (AA) +Bono, Chastity [f] daughter of Sonny Bono and Cher (MH) +Boswell, John [m] historian (MH) +Botticelli, Sandro [m] (1444?-1510) Italian painter (BOL, TM) +Bowie, Angela [f] poet and performance artist; ex-wife of David Bowie (MH) +Bowie, David [m] (1947- ) British rock singer (GBOL-once, BOL, TM, LS, MH "experimenting") +Bowles, Jane [f] (1917-1973) U.S. writer (AA) +Bowles, Paul [m] writer (MH) +Boy George (George O'Dowd) [m] (____- ) British pop singer (LS, MH) +Boyd, Malcolm [m] (1923- ) U.S. Episc. priest & gay activist (AA, BOL, TM, MH) +Bradley, Dan [m] (1940-1988) U.S. political activist (AA) +Bradshaw, Terry [m] (____- ) U.S. wrestler (TM) +Brainard, Joe [m] poet and artist (MH) +Brando, Marlon [m] (1924- ) U.S. actor (GBOL-once, MH) +Bray, Robert [m] spokesman for National Gay and Lesbian Task Force (MH) +Britt, Harry [m] former President of the San Francisco City Board of Supervisors (MH) +Britten, Benjamin [m] (1913-1976) British composer (AA, GGG Jul 90, TM, LS) +Broderick, Matthew [m] actor (MH-not) +"Bronski Beat" British gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Brooks, Romaine [f] (1874-1970) U.S. painter (AA) +Brossard, Nicole [f] novelist (MH) +Broughton, James [m] poet, filkmaker and playwright (MH) +Broumas, Olga [f] poet (MH) +Brown, Rita Mae [f] (____-____) U.S? novelist, author of "Rubyfruit Jungle" (TM, MH) +Brunner, John [m] writer (MH) +Buchanan, James [m] (1791-1868) U.S. president (AA "speculation") +Burke, Glenn [m] ex-Major League baseball player (MH) +Burns, John Horne [m] (1916-1953) U.S. novelist (GBOL-forces) +Burroughs, William S. [m] (1913- ) U.S. writer (GBOL-forces, GGG Jan 91, AA, TM, MH) +Burson, Scott [m] artist (MH) +Burton, Richard [m] (1925-1984) British actor (GBOL-once) +Burton, Sir Richard [m] (1821-1890) British explorer & scholar (AA, GGG Jan 91) +Busch, Charles [m] writer, director and actor (MH) +Bush, Kate [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Busi, Aldo [m] Italian novelist (MH) +Bussotti, Sylvano [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Butler, Samuel [m] (1835-1902) British author (BOL, TM) +Button, Dick [m] Olympic athlete (MH) +"Buzzcocks, The" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Cadmus, Paul [m] (____-____) painter (TM, MH) +Cage, John [m] (____-____) U.S? composer (TM, LS, MH) +Caja, Jerome [m] artist (MH) +Califia, Pat [ ] advice columnist (MH) +Caligula [m] (r: AD 37-41) Roman emperor (NF) +Callen, Michael [m] singer, member of musical group "The Flirtations" (MH, LS) +Callow, Simon [m] (1949- ) British actor (GGG Apr 92, TM, MH) +Cambaceres, Jean Jaques Regis de [m] (1753-1824) Fr lawmaker (AA) +Campbell, Jack [m] millionaire Florida businessman and activist (MH) +Camus, Renaud [m] French novelist (MH) +Caravaggio (Michelangelo Amerighi) [m] (1571-1610) Ital painter (GGG Apr 92) +Carpenter, Edward [m] (1844-1929) English reformer (AA, GGG Nov 91, TM) +Carswell, G. Harold [m] (1920- ) U.S. jurist (AA) +Carver, Craig [m] artist (MH) +Casanova, Giovanni Giacomo [m] (1725-1798) Italian adventurer (GBOL-once) +Casement, Sir Roger [m] (1864-1916) Irish patriot (AA, OOAT, GGG Oct 91) +"Casselberry and Dupree" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Cather, Willa [f] (1873-1947) U.S. writer (OOAT, AA) +Catherine II (The Great) [f] (r: 1762-1796) Russian empress (NF) +Catullus Gaius Valerius [m] (c 84-45 BC) Roman poet (GGG Nov 91) +Cavafy, Constantine [m] (1863-1933) Greek poet (AA, GBOL-bro, GGG Jun 91) +Cellini, Benvenuto [m] (1500-1571) Italian goldsmith (BOL, TM) +Chamberlain, Richard [m] (1945- ) U.S. actor (GGG Oct 90, TM, MH) +Chambers, Jane [m] (1937-1983) U.S. writer (AA) +Chambers, Whittaker [m] (1901-1961) U.S. journalist (GBOL-once) +Channell, Carl "Spitz" [m] fundraiser for the Nicaraguan contras (MH) +Chapman, Graham [m] (1941-1989) British actor (GGG May 90) +Chapman, Tracey [f] African-American folksinger (TM, LS, MH-not) +Charles IX [m] (r: 1560-1574) French king (NF) +Charles XII [m] (r: 1697-1718) Swedish king (NF) +Charles XV [m] (r: 1859-1872) Swedish king (NF) +Cheever, John [m] (1912-1982) U.S. writer (AA, GGG May 91, GBOL-forces) +Cho, Margaret [f] comedian (MH) +Christian, Meg [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS, MH) +Christian VII [m] (r: 1766-1808) Danish king (NF) +Christina [f] (1626-1689) Swedish queen (AA, BOL, OOAT, NF, TM) +Churchill, Sir Winston (1874-1965) British statesman & author (AA "once", GBOL-once) +Ciccone, Christopher [m] artist and set designer; brother of Madonna (MH) +Claiborne, Craig [m] (1920- ) U.S. author and gourmet (GBOL-forces, MH) +Clarke, Arthur C. [m] (1917- ) British writer (GBOL-once) +Claudius I [m] (r: AD 41-54) Roman emperor (NF) +Clayborne, Craig [m] (____- ) U.S. New York Times food writer (TM) +Clift, Montgomery [m] (1920-1966) U.S. actor (AA, TM) +Clinton, Kate [f] comedian (MH) +Cocteau, Jean [m] (1889-1963) french author (BOL, AA, GGG Aug 89, TM) +Cohn, Roy [m] (1927-1986) U.S. attorney (AA, NSGGG Oct 89, TM) +"Coil" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Colette (Sidonie Colette Goudeket) [f] (1873-1954) Fr novelist (AA) +Commodus [m] (r: AD 180-192) Roman emperor (NF) +Connelly, Arch [m] artist (MH) +Conner, Bart [m] (____- ) U.S. Olympic gymnast (TM) +Conners, Dave [m] (1945-1985) U.S. gay-porn star (GBOL-forces) +Conradin [m] (1252-1268) Titular king of Jerusalem and Sicily (AA) +"Consolidated" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Constantine IX [m] (r: 1042-1055) Byzantine emperor (NF) +Constantine VIII [m] (r: 1025-1028) Byzantine emperor (NF) +Cooling, Janet [f] artist (MH) +Copland, Aaron [m] (1900-1990) U.S. composer (GGG Aug 91, LS) +Corigliano, John [m] classical composer (MH) +Corll, Dean [m] (1939-1973) U.S. serial murderer (NSGGG Apr 91) +Corn, Alfred [m] poet (MH) +Corrine, Tee A. [ ] artist (MH) +Costanza, Midge [f] White House aide to President Carter (MH) +Coward, Sir Noel [m] (1899-1973) Br playwright, composer & actor (AA, GGG Oct 88) +Crane, Hart [m] (1899-1932) U.S. poet (AA) +Crew, Louie [m] professor, founder of Integrity (lesbigay Episcopal group) (MH) +Crisp, Quentin [m] (1908- ) British naked civil servant (GGG Jan 91, TM, MH) +Crowley, Mort [m] playwright "The Boys In The Band" (MH) +Cukor, George [m] (1899-1983) U.S. film director (AA, GGG Dec 88) +Curtis, Jamie Lee [f] (1958- ) U.S. actress (TM) +Curtis, Tony [m] (1925- ) U.S. actor (TM) +Cushman, Charlotte [f] (1816-1876) U.S. actress (BOL, GGG Jun 92, TM) +da Vinci, Leonardo [m] (1452-1519) Ital artist, scientist & painter (AA, GGG Oct 88, BOL, TM) +Dallesandro, Joe [m] actor in Andy Warhol films (MH) +Daly, Mary [f] feminist writer (MH) +Damata, Gasparino [m] Brazilian writer (MH) +Damon, Betsy [f] artist (MH) +Damron, Bob [m] (1928-1989) U.S. travel-book publisher (GGG Nov 90) +David [m] (1035?-960? BC) Israeli king (AA, OOAT) +Davila, Juan [m] writer (MH) +Dean, Craig (and Patrick Gill) [m] male couple suing D.C. government for a marriage license (MH) +Dean, James [m] (1931-1955) U.S. actor (AA, GBOL-once, OOAT, TM) +Deee-lite [ ] Musician (LS) +Deitch, Donna [f] filmmaker (Desert Hearts) (MH) +Delany, Samuel [m] (1942- ) U.S. writer (AA, TM, MH) +Demetrius Poliorcetes [m] (336-288 BC) Macedonian king (NF, GGG Dec 91) +D'Emilio, John [m] historian (MH) +Demosthenes [m] (384-322 BC) Athenian orator (AA) +Demuth, Charles [m] (1883-1935) U.S. painter (AA, GGG Aug 91) +Dennis, Patrick [m] novelist (MH) +"Depeche Mode" Musical group (LS, MH) +Diaghilev, Sergei [m] (1872-1929) Russian impresario (AA, GGG Dec 89) +Diamond, David [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS, MH) +Dickenson, Emily [f] (1830-1886) U.S. poet (OOAT, TM) +Diller, Barry [m] entertainment executive (MH-not) +DiMaria-Kuiper, Rev. Johannes Willem [m] minister (MH) +Disch, Thomas M. [m] poet and science-fiction writer (MH) +Divine (Harris Glenn Milstead) [m] (1945-1988) U.S. actor (GGG Feb 90) +Dobkin, Alix [ ] folksinger (MH) +Dolan, Terry [m] (1950-1986) U.S. conservative activist (AA, NSGGG Apr 91) +Domitian [m] (r: AD 81-96) Roman emperor (NF) +Donovan, Rick [m] (1963- ) U.S. gay-porn star (GBOL-forces) +Douglas, Alfred Lord [m] (1870-1945) British socialite(?) (OOAT, GGG Oct 92) +Dressler, Marie [f] (____-____) U.S? person (TM) +Dreva, Jerry "Jerri Bonbon" [m] writer (MH) +Duane, Tom [m] New York City Council member (MH) +Duberman, Martin [m] historian and writer (Cures) (MH) +Duggan, Hacksaw Jim [m] (____- ) U.S. wrestler (TM) +Duncan, Robert Edward [m] poet (MH) +Duquesnoy, Francois [m] (1597-1643) Flemish sculptor (GBOL-bro) +Duquesnoy, Jerome [m] (1602-1654) Flemish sculptor (AA) +Dureau, George [m] (____- ) U.S? photographer (TM) +Dworkin, Andrea [f] feminist writer and anti-pornography activist (MH) +Earhart, Amelia [f] (1898-1937?) U.S. aviator (AA "speculation") +Edward II [m] (1284-1327) English king (AA, GGG Jun 89, OOAT, NF) +Edwards, Sally [f] athlete and businesswoman (MH) +Eisenstein, Sergei [m] (____- ) Russian film pioneer (TM) +Elagabalus [m] (AD 204-___) Roman emperor (OOAT) +"Electronic" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Ellis, Havelock [m] (1859-1939) Br essayist & physician (AA) +Ellis, Perry [m] (1940-1986) U.S. fashion designer (GGG Jan 91, TM) +Elmslie, Kenward [m] writer and librettist (MH) +Enrique IV [m] (r: 1454-1474) Castilian (Spanish) king (NF) +Epstein, Brian [m] (1934-1967) British businessman, "Beatles" promoter (AA) +Erasmus, Desiderius [m] (1466?-1536) Dutch theologian & scholar (AA, GGG Aug 88) +Eshius, Evelien [ ] member of Dutch parliament (MH) +Estrada, Erik [m] (1949- ) U.S. actor (TM) +Ethridge, Mellissa [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Euripides [m] (480?-406? BC) Greek dramatist (BOL, TM) +Everett, Rupert [m] British actor (Another Country) (MH) +Farrell, Perry [m] lead singer of Jane's Addiction (MH) +Fashanu, Justin [m] (____- ) English footballer (TM, MH) +Fassbinder, Rainer Werner [m] (1946-1982) German film maker (GGG Jun 89) +Feinberg, David F. [m] novelist (Eighty-Sixed; Spontaneous Combustion) (MH) +Ferdinand I [m] (r: 1908-1918) Bulgarian king (NF) +Fernandez, Dominique [f] French novelist (MH) +Ferron, [ ] folksinger (MH, LS) +Field, Edward [m] poet (MH) +Fierstein, Harvey [m] (1954- ) U.S. playwright-actor (GGG Aug 91, TM, MH) +Finley, Karen [f] One of the "NEA Four", performance artists whose federal grants were cut off because of "homoerotic" content in their work (MH) +Finn, William [m] Tony-winning Broadway actor (Falsettos) (MH) +Fleck, John [m] One of the "NEA Four", performance artists whose federal grants were cut off because of "homoerotic" content in their work (MH) +Flipper [dolphin] (____-____) dolphins are polymorphously perverse (TM) +Flowers, Wayland [m] (1939-1988) U.S. entertainer (GGG Jun 90) +Floyd, Gary [m] leader of Sister Double Happiness (MH) +Flynn, Errol [m] (1090-1959) U.S. actor (AA) +Forbes, Malcolm [m] (1919-1990) U.S. publisher (GGG Oct 91) +Forster, E.M. [m] (1879-1970) British author (BOL, AA, GGG Dec 88, TM) +Foster, Jodie [f] (1962- ) U.S. actress (TM, MH-not) +Foster, Stephen [m] (1826-1864) U.S. composer (AA) +Foucault, Michel [m] (1926-1984) French philosopher (AA) +Frank, Anne [f] (1929-1945) German diarist (AA) +Frank, Barney [m] (1940- ) U.S. congressman (GGG Jun 90, AA, TM, MH) +Frederick II (The Great) [m] (1712-1786) Prussian king (AA, BOL, GBOL-bro, GGG Dec 89, OOAT, NF, TM) +Fredrick II [m] (r: 1212-1250) Holy Roman Emperor (NF) +Freelove, Laurie of "Two Nice Girls" [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Fricke, Aaron [m] (1962- ) U.S. author (GGG Dec 92) +"Frogs, The" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Fry, Stephen [m] (____- ) British actor (Melchett in "Blackadder") (TM) +Gacy, John [m] (1942- ) U.S. serial killer (NSGGG Oct 89) +Gaozu [m] (r: 206-194 BC) Chinese emperor (NF) +Garbo, Greta [f] (1905-____) U.S. actress (TM) +Garet, Jedd [m] artist (MH) +Gearhart, Sally [f] professor, writer and activist (MH) +Geffen, David [m] (____- ) U.S. head of the Geffen Corporation (TM, MH) +Genet, Jean [m] (1910-1986) French author (GGG Jul 90, BOL, AA, TM) +Germino, Dante [m] professor and political theorist (MH) +Getty, Gordon [m] classical composer (MH) +Gide, Andre [m] (1869-1951) French author (BOL, AA, OOAT, TM) +Gielgud, John [m] (1904- ) British actor (GGG Feb 89, TM, MH) +Gilbert and George, visual artists (MH) +Gilbert, Ronnie [ ] folksinger, member of The Weavers (MH) +Gill, Patrick (and Craig Dean) [m] male couple suing D.C. government for a marriage license (MH) +Gilles de Rais [m] (1404-1440) French general (AA) +Gilmore, Gary [m] (1941-1977) U.S. murderer (GBOL-once) +Ginsberg, Allan [m] (1926- ) U.S. poet (BOL, GGG Sep 90, TM, MH) +Glanville-Hicks, Peggy [f] classical composer (MH) +Gless, Sharon [f] (1943- ) U.S. actress (TM) +Glick, Deborah [f] New York state legislator (MH) +Glines, John [m] Broadway producer (MH) +Gomes, Rev. John [m] chaplain of Harvard University (MH) +Gomez, Jewelle [f] writer (MH) +Goodman, Paul [m] (1911-1972) U.S. writer (AA) +Gordon, George, Lord Byron [m] (1788-1824) British poet (AA, BOL, GGG Feb 89, TM) +Goytisolo, Juan [m] Spanish novelist (MH) +Grace, Nicholas [m] (____- ) U.S? actor (TM) +Grainger, Percy [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Grant, Cary [m] (1904-1986) U.S. actor (GGG Dec 89, TM) +Graves, Michael [m] (____- ) U.S? architect (TM) +Grewel, Annemarie [f] Dutch politician and scholar (MH) +Grieg, Edvard [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Grier, Barbara [f] writer and publisher (MH) +Griffin, Merv [m] singer, talk-show host and entertainment executive (MH-not) +Grimke, Angelina Weld [f] (1880-1958) U.S. writer (AA) +Grumbach, Doris [f] writer and critic (MH) +Guerin, Daniel [m] French journalist (MH) +Gunn, Thom [m] poet (MH) +Gurganus, Allan [m] novelist (Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All) (MH) +Gustavus III [m] (1746-1792) Swedish king (BOL, TM) +Gustavus V [m] (r: 1907-1950) Swedish king (NF) +Hacker, Marilyn [f] poet (MH) +Hadrian [m] (AD 76-138) Roman emperor (AA, BOL, OOAT, NF, TM) +Hafiz (Shams-ud-din Mohammed) [m] (1320-1388) Persian poet (GGG Aug 91) +Halford, Rob, of "Judas Priest" [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Hall, Daryl [m] (1948- ) U.S. pop singer (GBOL-once) +Halloran, Andrew [m] novelist (MH) +Halsted, Fred [m] (1941-1989) U.S. erotic-film maker (GGG May 90) +Hammarskjold, Dag [m] (1905-1961) Swedish UN secretary general (BOL, AA, TM) +Hampton, Christopher [m] playwright (MH) +Hansberry, Lorraine [f] (1930-1965) U.S. playwright (AA) +Hardwicke, Michael [m] challenged Georgia's sodomy law; the U.S. Supreme Court, on a 5-4 vote, upheld the law in 1986 (MH) +Haring, Keith [m] (____- ) U.S? artist (TM) +Harjo, Joy [f] Native American poet (recently visited U.Va.) (MH) +Harmodius [m] (532?-514 BC) Athenian patriot (AA) +Harris, Sherry [f] Seattle City Council member; first African-American lesbian elected official in U.S. (MH) +Harrison, Lou [m] classical composer (MH) +Hattoy, Bob [m] adviser to Bill Clinton; spoke at Democratic convention (MH) +Hawkins, Sophie B. [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Hay, Harry [m] founder of the modern gay-rights movement (MH) +Hayes, Bruce [m] Olympic gold medallist in swimming (MH) +Heliogabalus [m] (r: AD 218-222) Roman emperor (NF) +Hemphill, Essex [m] (____-____) U.S. writer (TM, MH) +Henri III [m] (1554-1589) French king (OOAT, NF, GGG Dec 92) +Henry, Prince of Prussia [m] (1726-1802) Prussian general (AA) +Henze, Hans Werner [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Herzenberg, Joseph [m] mayor pro-tem of Chapel Hill, N.C. (MH) +Higgins, Colin [m] (1941-1988) U.S. film writer, producer & director (AA) +Hinson, Jon [m] (1942- ) U.S. congressman (AA, MH) +Hirschfeld, Magnus [m] (1868-1935) German sexologist (AA, GGG May 91) +Hisham II [m] (r: 965-1013) Cordoban ruler (NF) +Hockney, David [m] (____- ) U.S? artist (TM, MH) +Hoffman, William S. [m] (____- ) U.S? writer "As Is" (TM, MH) +Holleran, Andrew [m] (1946- ) U.S. writer (GBOL-forces) +Hoover, J. Edgar [m] (1895-1972) U.S. criminologist (AA, NSGGG Apr 91) +Hopkins, Gerard Manley [m] (1844-1889) British poet (GGG Aug 92) +Horton, Jeff [m] member of Los Angeles School Board (MH) +Housman, A.E. [m] (1859-1936) British poet & educator (AA, GBOL-bro) +Houston, Whitney [f] (____- ) U.S. gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Howard, Richard [m] poet, translator and editor (MH) +Hudson, Rock (ne Roy Scherer) [m] (1925-1985) U.S. actor (AA, GBOL-forces, TM) +Hughes, Langston [m] (1902-1967) U.S. poet & writer (AA) +Hulce, Tom [m] (1953- ) U.S. actor (TM, MH) +"Human League" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Hunter, Alberta [f] (1895-1984) U.S. vocalist (AA) +Hunter, Holly [f] One of the "NEA Four", performance artists whose federal grants were cut off because of "homoerotic" content in their work (MH) +Hunter, Tab [m] (1931- ) U.S. actor (TM) +Hutter, David [m] painter (MH) +Hutton, Kate [m] seismologist (MH) +Hyde, Edward (Lord Cornbury) [m] (1661-1724) Br colonial governor (AA) +Hyde, Sue [f] (____- ) U.S. activist (TM) +Ian, Janis [f] singer (MH) +Indiana, Robert [m] artist (MH) +"Indigo Girls" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Inge, William [m] (1913-1973) U.S. playwright (GGG Nov 91) +Ireland, Patricia [f] president of the National Organization for Women (NOW) (MH) +Isherwood, Christopher [m] (1904-1986) U.S. writer (b. England) (AA, BOL, OOAT, TM) +Ivory, James [m] British film producer (MH) +Jackson, Joe [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Jackson-Paris, Rod [m] pro model/bodybuilder (MH) +Jacobs, Marc [m] fashion designer (MH) +Jahangir [m] (r: 1605-1627) Indian emperor (NF) +James IV/I [m] (1566-1625) Scottish/English king (NF, BOL, GGG Feb 90. OOAT, AA, TM) +James, Sheila [f] (____- ) U.S. actress (Zelda on "Dobie Gillis") (TM) +Jarman, Derek [m] (____- ) English filmmaker "Edward II" (TM, MH) +Jenkins, Walter [m] (1918-1985) U.S. political aide (AA) +Jesus of Nazareth [m] (4 BC-AD 28) Jewish rabbi (OOAT) +Jewett, Sarah Orne [f] (1849-1909) U.S. writer (OOAT) +Jin Diyi [m] (r: AD 336-371) Chinese emperor (NF) +John, Elton [m] (1947- ) British singer (BOL, TM, LS, MH) +John XII [m] (AD 937-964) Catholic pope (GBOL-popes, OOAT) +Johns, Jasper [m] artist (MH) +Johnson, Holly [f] lead singer of "Frankie Goes to Hollywood" (MH, LS) +Johnson, Philip [m] (____-____) U.S? architect (TM, MH) +Johnson, Sonia [f] feminist, minor-party presidential candidate (MH) +Jonathan [m] (1045?-1013 BC) Israeli crown prince (AA, GGG Apr 92, OOAT) +Jones, Bill T. [m] African-American dancer (MH) +Jones, Cleve [m] initiator of the AIDS Memorial Quilt, now running for San Francisco city supervisor (MH) +Jones, Grace [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Jones, Howard [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Joplin, Janis [f] (1943-1970) U.S. rock singer (GBOL-once, BOL, TM) +Juan II [m] (r: 1406-1454) King of Castile & Leon (Spain) (NF) +Julius Caesar [m] (100?-44 BC) Roman statesman (AA, GGG Apr 92, NF, BOL, TM) +Julius II [m] (1443-1513) Pope (GGG May 92) +Julius III [m] (1487-1555) Pope (AA, BOL, OOAT, GBOL-popes, TM) +Jung, Carl [m] (1875-1961) Swiss founder analytical psychology (GBOL-once) +Kameny, Frank [m] longtime activist; first openly gay person to run for Congress (1971) (MH) +Kamran [m] (r: early 19th C) Afghani emir (NF) +Kantrowitz, Arnie [m] writer, teacher and activist (MH) +Katz, Jonathan Ned [m] historian (MH) +Kaye, Danny (ne David Daniel Kaminsky) [m] (1913-1987) U.S. actor (GGG Oct 92, Spoto) +Kelly, Dennis [m] poet (MH) +Kemp, Jack [m] (1935- ) U.S. politician (AA "rumors") +Kenny, Maurice [m] poet (MH) +Kert, Larry [m] (1930-1991) U.S. stage actor (GGG Apr 92) +Keynes, John Maynard [m] (1883-1946) British economist (AA, BOL, TM) +King, Billie Jean [f] (1943- ) U.S. tennis pro (GBOL-once, AA, TM, MH) +"King Missile" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +King, William Rufus de Vane [m] (1786-1853) U.S. politician (AA) +Kitchener, Horatio Herbert [m] (1850-1916) English general (AA, GGG Dec 92) +"Kitchens of Distinction" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Klein, Calvin [m] (____- ) U.S. fashion designer (TM) +Kopay, David [m] (1942- ) U.S. athlete (NFL football) (AA, TM, MH) +Kramer, Larry [m] (____- ) U.S. writer-activist (TM, MH) +Kray, Ronald [m] (____- ) English gangster (TM) +Krohnke, Friedrich [m] German writer (MH) +Krupp, Friederich [m] (1854-1902) German industrialist (AA) +Kureishi, Hanif [m] novelist and screenwriter (My Beautiful Laundrette; Sammy and Rosie Get Laid) (MH) +Kuzmin, Mikhail [m] (1875-1936) Russian poet (AA) +La Fosse, Robert [m] (1959- ) U.S. ballet dancer (GGG Sep 92) +Laaksonen, Touko "Tom of Finland" [m] (1920-1991) Finnish artist (GGG May 92) +Laettner, Christian [m] Duke U basketball star (MH-not) +Lakich, Lili [f] artist (MH) +lang, k.d. [f] (____- ) Canadian singer (Advocate 1992, TM, LS, MH) +Laughton, Charles [m] (1899-1962) British actor (AA, TM) +Lavner, Lynn [f] comedian (MH) +Lawrence, Thomas Edward "of Arabia" [m] (1888-1935) Br adventurer (OOAT, AA, BOL, TM) +Leavitt, David [m] (____- ) U.S. author "The Lost Language of Cranes" (TM, MH) +Lebowitz, Fran [f] writer and satirist (MH) +LeGuin, Ursula [f] novelist (MH) +Lekakis, Paul [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Lemeshev, Sergei [m] Russian opera singer (MH) +Lennox, Annie [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Leo X [m] (1475-1521) Catholic pope (GBOL-popes, OOAT) +Leopold, Nathan [m] (1906-1971) U.S. murder (with Loeb, Ric.) (NSGGG Oct 89) +Leppard, Raymond [m] classical composer (MH) +LeVay, Simon [m] medical researcher; found physiological differences between brains of gay and straight men (MH) +Levertov, Denise [f] poet (MH) +Levi, Jeffrey [m] (____- ) U.S. activist NGLTF (TM, MH) +Lian Jianwen [m] (r: AD 550-551) Chinese emperor (NF) +Liberace, Wladziu Valentino [m] (1919-1987) U.S. showman (AA, GGG Jul 90, LS) +Liebman, Marvin [m] conservative activist, top aide to William F. Buckley (MH) +Lindsay, Vachel [m] (1879-1931) U.S. poet (GGG Jun 90) +Little Richard, [m] rock singer (*but* claims a Christian conversion expelled his homosexuality) (MH) +Livingston, Jenny [f] filmmaker (Paris Is Burning) (MH) +Locke, Alain [m] (1886-1954) U.S. writer (AA) +Locke, Richard [m] (1941- ) U.S. gay-porn star (GBOL-bro, GBOL-forces) +Loeb, Richard [m] (1907-1936) U.S. murder (with Leopold, Nat.) (NSGGG Oct 89) +Lorde, Audre [f] (1934- ) U.S. writer-activist (AA, TM, MH) +Loud, Lance [m] columnist; came out to his family on TV during 1973 PBS documentary series "An American Family" (MH) +Louganis, Greg [m] (____- ) U.S. olympic diver (TM, MH) +Louis XIII [m] (1601-1643) French king (AA, NF) +Louise, Tina [f] (1934- ) U.S. actress (TM) +"Love and Rockets" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +"Love Tractor" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Lovett, Lyle [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Lowell, Amy [f] (1874-1925) U.S. poet (AA) +Lucius Cornelius Sulla [m] (138-78 BC) Roman Emperor (GGG Aug 92) +Ludwig II [m] (1845-1886) Bavarian king (AA, OOAT, NF) +Lully, Jean-Baptiste [m] (1632-1687) French composer (BOL, TM) +Lynde, Paul [m] (1926-1982) U.S. actor (TM) +Lyon, Phyllis [f] co-founder of the Daughters of Bilitis, first lesbian organization in the U.S. (MH) +MacDowell, Malcolm [m] Br. actor. an endless rumor about the gay droog panther (TM) +MacKaye, Ian, of "Minor Threat" [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Mackintosh, Cameron [m] (1946- ) British theatrical producer (GGG Dec 91) +Maclean, Donald [m] British spy (MH) +Madonna [f] (____- ) U.S. gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Magnus VII [m] (1316-1373) Swedish king of Norway (GGG Jul 92) +Mahmud [m] (r: 997-1030) Ghazni (Afghani) emperor (NF) +Mapplethorpe, Robert [m] (1947-1989) U.S. photographer (GGG Feb 90) +Marais, Jean [m] French actor (MH) +Margoyles, Miriam [f] actress (MH) +Marlowe, Christopher [m] (1564-1593) British playwright (BOL, AA, OOAT, GGG Nov 90, TM) +Martin, Del [f] co-founder of the Daughters of Bilitis, first lesbian organization in the U.S. (MH) +Mass, Lawrence [m] (1946- ) U.S. doctor and writer (GGG Apr 92) +Mastroianni, Marcello [m] (1924- ) Italian actor (GBOL-once) +Mathis, Johnny [m] (1935- ) U.S. singer-composer (GGG Dec 88, MH) +Matlovich, Leonard [m] (1942- ) U.S. gay rights activist (GBOL-forces, GGG Jun 89) +Matusak, John [m] (____- ) U.S. wrestler (TM) +Maugham, W. Somerset [m] (1874-1965) British author (GGG Jun 89, AA) +Maupin, Armisted [m] (____- ) U.S. writer of "Tales of the City" serials (TM, MH) +Maxey, Glen [m] Texas state legislator (MH) +Mayes, Bernard [m] Episcopal priest, journalist, founding chairman of National Public Radio, now Asst. Dean of U.Va. College of Arts and Sciences (MH) +McCarthy, Joseph [m] (____-1957) U.S. congressman (OOAT, TM) +McCoy, Rev. Renee [f] African-American minister and activist (MH) +McCullers, Carson [m] (1917-1967) U.S. writer (GBOL-once) +McDermott, David [m] artist (MH) +McDowell, Roddy [m] (1928- ) British actor and ape (TM) +McFeeley, Tim [m] head of the Human Rights Campaign Fund (MH) +McFerrin, Bobby [m] (____- ) U.S. gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +McGillis, Kelly [ ] (____- ) U.S? actor (TM) +McGough, Peter [m] artist (MH) +McKellen, Ian [m] (1939- ) British actor (GGG Sep 91, MH) +McKuen, Rod [m] (1933- ) U.S. poet (AA, GBOL-once, MH) +McNaught, Brian [m] writer (MH) +McNeill, Rev. John J. [m] Jesuit priest, scholar and writer (MH) +McNichol, Kristy [f] (1962- ) U.S. actress (TM, MH-not) +Mead, Margaret [f] (1901-1978) U.S. anthropologist (AA) +Mead, Taylor [m] poet and actor (MH) +Medley, Robert [m] painter (MH) +Mehmed (Muhammad) II [m] (r: 1451-1481) Ottoman sultan (NF) +Meigs, Mary [f] painter (MH) +Melchior, Lauritz [m] (1890-1973) Danish opera singer (GGG Oct 91) +Meldrum, Molly [f] (____- ) U.S? media personality (TM) +Melville, Herman [m] (1819-1891) U.S. author (GGG Aug 89, AA, OOAT) +Menotti, Gian Carlo [m] opera composer (MH) +Merchant, Ismail [m] British film producer (MH) +Mercury, Freddie [m] (____-1992) British singer from "Queen" (TM, LS) +Meredith, William [m] poet (MH) +Merrick, Gordon [m] (1916-1988) U.S. author (GGG Feb 89) +Merrill, James Ingram [m] poet (MH) +Michael II [m] (r: AD 741-775) Byzantine emperor (NF) +Michaels, Duane [m] photographer (MH) +Michelangelo Buonarroti [m] (1475-1564) Italian artist (AA) +Migden, Carole [f] San Francisco city supervisor (MH) +Milk, Harvey [m] (1930-1978) U.S. politician (AA, GBOL-forces, TM) +Millay, Edna St. Vincent [f] (1892-1950) U.S. poet (AA) +Miller, Merle [m] (1919-1986) U.S. writer (AA, BOL, GBOL-forces, TM) +Miller, Tim [m] One of the "NEA Four", performance artists whose federal grants were cut off because of "homoerotic" content in their work (MH) +Millet, Kate [f] (1934- ) U.S. author (BOL, TM, MH) +Millington, June [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Milton, John [m] (1608-1674) British author (BOL, TM) +Minkowitz, Donna [f] (____- ) U.S. Pulitzer nominee (TM, MH) +Mishima, Yukio [m] (1925-1970) Japanese writer (AA, GGG Jan 90) +Moliere [m] (1622-1673) French dramatist (AA) +Monette, Paul [m] novelist (MH) +Moorehead, Agnes [m] (1906-1974) U.S. actress (TM) +Moraga, Cherrie [f] writer (MH) +Morris, Mark [m] dancer and choreographer (MH) +Morrissey [m] (____- ) Musician, of "The Smiths" (LS, MH) +Mosbacher, Dee [f] activist; daughter of President Bush's campaign chairman and Secretary of Commerce (MH) +Mould, Bob /Husker Du/Sugar [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Moyet, Alison [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Murphy, Peter [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Mwanga [m] (r: 1884-1897) Bugandan (Ugandan) king (NF) +Nabors, Jim [m] (1933- ) U.S. actor (TM) +Navarre, Yves [m] French novelist (MH) +Navratilova, Martina [f] (____- ) tennis player (various, TM, MH) +Near, Holly [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS, MH) +Nero [m] (r: AD 54-68) Roman emperor (NF) +Nerva [m] (r: Ad 96-98) Roman emperor (NF) +Nestle, Joan [f] writer (MH) +Newman, John Henry Cardinal [m] (1801-1890) Br religious leader (GGG Jan 92) +Nicholson, Harold [m] (1886-1968) British author-diplomat (BOL, TM) +Nicomedes IV [m] (r: early first century BC) Bithynian king (NF) +Nightengale, Florence [f] (1820-1910) British nurse (AA) +Nijinsky, Vaslav [m] (1890-1950) Polish ballet dancer (GGG Jan 92, AA, BOL, TM) +Nkoli, Simon [m] South African anti-apartheid activist (MH) +Noble, Elaine [f] first openly lesbian or gay person elected to a state legislature (Massachusetts, 1974) (MH) +Norse, Harold [m] poet (MH) +Novak, Kim [f] (1933- ) U.S. actress (TM) +Novarro, Ramon [m] (1899-1968) Mexican-U.S. silent movie actor (GGG Oct 88, TM) +Nugent, Richard Bruce [m] writer and artist (MH) +Nureyev, Rudolf [m] ballet star (MH) +Ochs, Robyn [ ] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Oda Nobunaga [m] (r: 1568-1582) Japanese military dictator (NF) +O'Dowd, Frank [m] (1951-1988) U.S. skater and tv producer (GGG Apr 92) +O'Hara, Frank [m] (1926-1966) U.S. poet (GBOL-forces) +Oliver, Mary [f] Pulitzer Prize-winning poet (MH) +Oliveros, Pauline [f] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Olivier, Lord Lawrence [m] (1907-1989) British actor (Spoto, GGG Dec 92) +Olson, Donald [m] writer (MH) +Orlovsky, Peter [m] (1933- ) U.S. poet (GBOL-forces) +Orton, Joe [m] (1933-1967) British playwright (AA, GGG Jan 90) +Ostertag, Bob [m] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Otho [m] (r: January-April AD 69) Roman emperor (NF) +Otto III [m] (AD 980-1002) German Holy Roman Emperor (GGG Jul 92) +Paglia, Camille [f] (____- ) U.S. writer "Sexual Personae" (TM, MH) +Pallone, David [m] (____- ) U.S. ex-baseball umpire (TM, MH) +Palomo, Juan [m] newspaper columnist (MH) +-Paris, Bob Jackson- [m] (1960- ) U.S. pro model/bodybuilder (GGG Sep 91, TM, MH) +Parker, Al (Andrew Robert Okun) [m] (1952-1992) U.S. erotic-film maker (GGG Nov 91) +Pasolini, Pier Paolo [m] (1922-1975) Italian film director (AA, BOL, GGG Mar 91, TM) +Patrick, Robert [m] (____- ) U.S? playwright "Kennedy's Children" (TM, MH) +Paul II [m] (1417-1471) Catholic pope (GBOL-popes, OOAT) +Paxton, Ross [m] artist (MH) +Pears, Peter [m] (1910-1986) British tenor (AA, TM) +Penteado, Darcy [m] Brazilian writer (MH) +Perkins, Anthony [m] (1932- ) U.S. actor (GBOL-once) +Perry, Rev. Troy [m] (1940- ) U.S. M.C.C. founder (GBOL-forces, GGG Dec 91, MH) +"Pet Shop Boys, The" British musical group (LS, MH-not) +Peter the Great [m] (1672-1725) Russian czar (BOL, TM) +Peters, Robert [m] poet, critic and teacher (MH) +Peyrefitte, Roger [m] French writer (MH) +Phillips, Paul [m] of "Romanofsky and Phillips," folksinger (MH, LS) +Phranc [m] (____- ) Folksinger (LS, MH) +Pierce, Charles [m] female impersonator (MH) +Pindar [m] (518-438 BC) Greek lyric poet (GGG Mar 91) +Pinto, Jody [ ] artist (MH) +Plato [m] (427?-347 BC) Athenian philosopher (AA, GGG Oct 90) +Platt, Minnie Bruce [ ] poet and teacher (MH) +Pop, Iggy [m] rock star (MH) +Porter, Cole [m] (1891-1964) U.S. songwriter (GGG Aug 88, TM, LS) +Posner, Jill [f] photographer (MH) +Power, Tyrone [m] (1913-1958) U.S. actor (GBOL-forces) +Praunheim, Rosa von [m] German filmmaker (MH) +"Pretenders" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Price, Deb [f] Gannett newspapers columnist (MH) +Price, Edward Reynolds [m] novelist (MH) +Proust, Marcel [m] (1871-1922) French author (BOL, AA, GGG Oct 90, TM) +Pruitt, Dusty [f] sued military for reinstatement after expulsion for being gay (MH) +Przhevalsky, Nikolai [m] (1839-1888) Russian explorer (AA) +Ptolemy IV [m] (r: 145-144 BC) Greek king (NF) +Ptolemy VII [m] (r: 221-205 BC) Greek king (NF) +Quaintance, George [m] (1915-1957) U.S. artist (GGG Aug 88) +Quantz, J.J. [ ] (____- ) Gay/gay-positive musician (LS) +Radice, Anne-Imelda [f] acting head of the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), appointed by President Bush (MH) +Rainey, Ma (Gertrude Pridgett) [f] (1886-1939) U.S. vocalist (AA, LS) +Rama VI [m] (r: 1910-1925) Thai king (NF) +Rasputin [m] (____-1916) Russian monk (OOAT) +Rechy, John [m] (1934- ) U.S. writer (GBOL-forces, MH) +Reed, Lou [m] rock star, of "Velvet Underground" (*but* now says he was just experimenting) (MH, LS) +"REM" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Renault, Mary [f] (1905-1983) British writer (AA) +Reno, [ ] comedian (MH) +"Rhiannon" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Rich, Adrienne [f] novelist (MH) +Richard I, the Lion Hearted [m] (1157-1199) English king (GGG Jan 92, BOL, NF, AA, TM) +Richard II [m] (1367-1400) English king (BOL, GGG Sep 92, TM) +Rickter, Sviatoslav [m] Russian pianist (MH) +Riggs, Marlon [m] (____- ) U.S. film-maker ("Tongues Untied") (TM, MH) +Rimbaud, Arthur [m] (1854-1891) French poet (AA, BOL, TM) +Ritts, Herb [m] (____- ) U.S. photographer (TM, MH) +Rivers, Larry [m] painter and sculptor (MH) +Robbins, Harold [m] (1916- ) U.S. writer (GBOL-once) +Robespierre, Maximilien de [m] (1758-1794) French statesman (AA) +Robinson, Svend [m] (____- ) Canadian member of parliament (various, MH) +Robinson, Tom [m] singer/songwriter (MH) +Roditi, Edouard Herbert [m] writer (MH) +Rohm, Ernst [m] (1887-1934) German militarist (AA, BOL, OOAT, NSGGG Oct 89, TM) +Rolfe, Frederick, Baron Corvo [m] (1860-1913) British author (BOL, TM) +Romanofsky, Ron [m] of "Romanofsky and Phillips", folksinger (MH, LS) +Roosevelt, Eleanor [f] (1884-1962) U.S. first lady (OOAT, AA, GGG Jun 92) +Rorem, Ned [m] (1923- ) U.S. composer (AA, TM, MH) +Rowse, A. L. [ ] historian (MH) +Roy [m] of "Siegfried and Roy," comedian (MH, TM) +Rubinstein, William [m] gay-rights lawyer (MH) +Rudolf II [m] (r:1572/5/6-1608/11/12) Hungarian k/Bohemian k/H.R.Emperor (NF) +Rule, Jane [f] writer (MH) +Rumi, Jalal-Ud Din [m] (1207-1273) Persian poet (GGG Sep 91) +Russ, Joanna [f] feminist and science-fiction writer (MH) +Russo, Vito [m] (1946-1990) U.S. writer (GGG Apr 92) +Rustin, Bayard (1910-1987) U.S. civil rights activist (AA) +Rutherford, Paul [m] singer, "Frankie Goes to Hollywood" (MH, LS) +Sabato, Larry [m] political analyst and professor (MH-not) +Sackville-West, Victoria [f] (1892-1962) British author (BOL, TM) +Sade, Count Donatien Alphonse Francois de (Marquis de Sade) [m] (1740-1814) French writer (AA, NSGGG Apr 91) +"Saffire the Uppity Blues Women" Gay-positive/gay-membership musical group (LS) +Saint-Laurent, Yves [m] fashion designer (MH) +Saint-Saens [m] (1835-1921) French composer (GGG Jun 91) +Sappho [f] (613?-565? BC) Greek poet (OOAT, AA, BOL, TM) +Sargent, Dick [m] (____- ) U.S. actor (various, TM, MH) +Sarria, Jose [m] drag entertainer; first openly gay candidate for public office in U.S. history (San Francisco, 1961) (MH) +Sarton, May [f] writer (MH) +Saslow, James M. [m] (1947- ) U.S. author (GGG Apr 92) +Satie, Eric [m] (____- ) U.S? composer (TM) +Schatz, Ben [m] gay-rights lawyer (MH) +Scheinberg, Sidney [m] entertainment executive (MH-not) +Schlafly, John [m] son of anti-gay conservative activist Phyllis Schlafly and lawyer for her Eagle Forum organization (MH) +Schlesinger, John [m] (1926- ) British film director (GGG Oct 91, MH) +Schneider, Maria [f] actress (Last Tango in Paris) (MH) +Schubert, Franz [m] (1797-1828) Austrian composer (GGG May 91, LS) +Schulman, Sarah [f] (1958- ) U.S. novelist (GGG Jun 92) +Schulte, Steve [m] (1946- ) U.S. politician (AA) +Schuyler, James [m] poet (MH) +Scondras, David [m] Boston City Council member (MH) +Sebastian, Saint [m] (____-____) catholic Saint (TM) +Sebktigin [m] (10th Cen.) 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Each player shall furnish his own equipment for play, nor- + mally one club and two balls. (No bag or cart? That tees + me off. I don't even get a Caddy, I suppose. I'd prefer + pink.) + +2. Play on a course must be approved by the owner of the hole. + (And does the owner approve of this duffer par nix-cellen- + ce?) + +3. Unlike outdoor golf, the object is to get the club in the + hole and keep the balls out of the hole. (Although it is + perfectly all right to dangle the balls over the hole.) + +4. For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. + Course owners are permitted to check shaft stiffness before + play begins. (And if the proposed shaft does not meet the + course owner's specifications for stiffness, course owner is + free to try a few strokes and check player's balls for + spring and resilience.) + +5. Course owners reserve the right to restrict club length to + avoid damage to the hole. (Although there is nothing to + stop them from experimenting with heretofore untried + lengths, either.) + +6. The object of the game is to take as many strokes as neces- + sary until the course owner is satisfied that the play is + complete. Failure to do so may result in being denied + permission to play the course again. (Players who complete + play without executing a satisfactory number of strokes may + try again if the owner is willing; however, practicing on + another course with reportedly satisfactory results does not + entitle a player to automatic return privileges on the + owner's course.) + +7. It is considered bad form to begin playing the hole immedi- + ately upon arrival at the course. The experienced player + will normally take time to admire the entire course, with + special attention to well formed bunkers. (Rolling hills, + well-trimmed foliage and properly watered fairways are also + worthy of compliment, and the owner will be listening for + acknowledgement of such.) + +8. Players are cautioned not to mention other courses they have + played or are currently playing to the owner of the course + being played. Upset course owners have been known to damage + players' equipment for this reason. (SAY no MORE!) + +9. Players are encouraged to bring proper rain gear for their + own protection and that of the owner. (Owners have been + known to lend rain gear to unequipped players, but this is + considered bad form, and may result in the player not being + invited to the owner's tournament again.) + +10. Players should assure themselves that their match has been + scheduled, particularly when a new course is being played + for the first time. Previous players have been known to + become irritated if they discover someone else playing on + what they consider to be a private course. (Nonetheless, + course owner has final say, and may be inclined to invite + more than one player for purposes of pleasure and profit. + Let the player beware.) + +11. Players should not assume a course is in shape for play at + all times. Some players may be embarrassed if they find the + course to be temporarily under repair. Players are advised + to be extremely tactful in this situation. More advanced + players will find alternative means of play when this is the + case. (The TRULY advanced player will behave like a gentle- + man and affect not to notice the condition of the course, + remarking that it appears to be kept at its usual high + standards, and may even learn to use the altered conditions + to his benefit and playing pleasure.) + +12. The course owner is responsible for the manicuring and + pruning of any bush around the hole to allow for improved + viewing of, alignment with, and approach to the hole. + (Unless it is known that a particular player's predilections + tend otherwise.) + +13. Players are advised to obtain the course owner's permission + before attempting to play the back nine. (There are no + exceptions to this rule.) + +14. Slow play is encouraged. However, players should be pre- + pared to proceed at a quicker pace, at least temporarily, at + the course owner's request. (Be advised that this is rare, + however. Course owners, as a rule, take great pleasure in + players who luxuriate on their greens and can appreciate a + well-tended course at length.) + +15. It is considered outstanding performance, time permitting, + to play the same hole several times in one match. (Make + sure the owner has no objection to the use of extra clubs, + however.) + +16. The course owner will be the sole judge of who is the best + player. (Fortunately, most course owners tend to be fairly + delicate in these matters, preferring a discreet silence to + harsh honesty, which dovetails very nicely with the players' + tendency to lie outrageously on their score cards.) +  \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/goodwife.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/goodwife.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..749e12ca --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/goodwife.hum @@ -0,0 +1,388 @@ +THE WISE GOODWIFE + + + "Gramma, I feel hot." + "Lands, child, on a cool fall day like this? Come here and let me +feel of your forehead. Tsk! Feels like fever. Off to bed with you!" + "Gramma, I don't feel good." + "I know, child, I know. I reckon it's time to ask Goody Hawkins +to help us." + "Who's Goody Hawkins?" + "Hush, now, try to sleep. I'll come back soon." + "Gramma, where did you go?" + "Out into the woods back of the farm, child." + "Why, Gramma?" + "To get Goody Hawkins' help." + "Who's Goody Hawkins?" + "Well, that's a long story." + "Tell me a story, Gramma." + + Well, you know 'bout the pilgrim days, Thanksgiving and all. +Those people way back then, that first time, were giving thanks that +they'd lived a whole year in a whole new country, without too many of +'em dyin'. + Lotta times you see pictures, drawings, with lots of Indians +standin' there to welcome them folks. Well, 'taint so. Weren't +nobody there when they got off that boat, not but one Indian, all +alone. Hist'ry books say it was him, Squanto, as taught them first +folks how to live through one of our winters -- ice 'n sleet 'n snow +an all, not like they had back in England, where they come from. But +that ain't rightly so, neither. Squanto, and a few other friendly +Indians as wandered in later, they taught the menfolk. But the women, +those days, well, they weren't s'posed to be important, even though +they did most o' the work, so we don't hear 'bout them much. + Well, a woman come off'n that boat, not quite yet old as your +mamma, and her name was Grace Hawkins, but ever' one called her Goody +Hawkins. "Goody" is short for "good wife", and it's like callin' a +lady "Missus" today. + Goody Hawkins was young and pretty, though you couldn't tell that +very well, 'cause in those days the womenfolk wore long skirts and +long sleeves and bonnets to tuck in and hide their hair. So Goody +Hawkins had beautiful long brown hair, though you couldn't see it, and +skin soft as the skin of a peach. But she had a nice young husband +who loved her very much, and he knew how pretty she was. + And Goody Hawkins was one more thing that made her very special: +she was a wise woman, who knew plants and herbs and roots and barks to +make sick people feel better. They didn't have doctors like we do +now, just a lot of men who figured if you were sick your blood was bad +and so they'd make you bleed. That got people sicker, more often than +not. They thought they were real smart, them old doctors, and maybe +they were smart about gettin' money from folks. But they weren't +smart 'bout the folks themselves, mostly 'cause they were too busy +listening to each other talking 'bout high-falutin' doctor things in +big words than listening to the sick bodies of the sick people. + But Goody Hawkins was different. She listened to the people +talking 'bout what hurt them, and she felt of their heads and wrists +and looked into their eyes and ears and mouths. And sometimes she +didn't seem to look at them at all. She just closed her eyes and +looked at them with her heart. And then she'd go into big clay pots +and little wooden boxes in her house, and pick out just the thing a +sick person needed. And do you know how she knew just the right +thing, how Goody Hawkins could see with her heart and not just her +eyes? + Goody Hawkins was a witch. + No, not like you dress up at Halloween. A real witch, a real wise +woman. No warts, no wire hair, remember I told you she was pretty. +and no flying broom, neither. She didn't need to fly, 'cause she +could see ev'rything. + Well, no, she didn't have a crystal ball. But they way my granny +told me, and her granny told her, was that she had a big silver bowl, +a real treasure. And she'd pour clear rainwater in that bowl, and +look into it in the nighttime, with just a candle for light. And they +say she could see miles away, and even years away. Into yesterday, +say, or last year, or ten years ago. And sometimes, she could see +tomorrow. + A cauldron? Why of course she had a cauldron. Ever'one did, +those days, just like we have pots and pans today. But she only had a +little one at first--remember, they were poor in them first few years +in America, and iron costed a lot of money. Goody Hawkins had just +the little cauldron she brought with her from home, only as big as my +big soup pot. + What did she boil up in her cauldron? Well, not babies, I can +tell you that! It was herbs, mostly, tree bark and roots and such. +Anise and coltsfoot, simmered with a little sugar or honey, as good a +cough syrup as you can find nowadays, and even better than some. +That's a recipe my granny's granny knew, and likely Goody Hawkins as +well. Goody Hawkins made ointments from herbs and grease, she made +soaps for fleas and lice, she brewed teas, she made mashes for cuts +and bad hurts to make them heal clean and fast. + But I haven't told you the best part: Goody Hawkins could do +magic. Not like making scarves disappear in her fist or pulling +quarters out of your ear. I mean spells, oh yes, and special little +bundles of things in little bags to keep in your pocket or put under +your pillow. These had herbs in 'em, yes, and besides that she could +put in a special rock, maybe, or a little short twig from a certain +tree, or a piece of paper with secrets written on it, or any such +small thing. You could wear one for good luck, sleep on one to have +good dreams. + In the nighttime, often, you could see a light shining in Goody +Hawkins' cottage, warm and bright, and if you listened real hard, you +might hear words, strong and beautiful, or singing so soft and sweet +it might have come out of a fairy hill. + And in the daytime, oh, the smells that came out of that cottage! +You could tell what was brewing by the smells of the herbs in the +breeze. Rosemary, mint, clove and cinnamon, lemon-leaf, basil, +horehound and lavender. + And hanging from the ceiling in one corner of the cottage were +always bunches of drying herbs, filling the whole room with spicyness +and sweetness. She brought the little boxes special from her home in +England, but the rest she got right here, from the meadows and +forests. + One day she was in the forest, gathering plants for medicines. +Some of the plants were just like at home, she knew them right away. +others she didn't know, and them she would look at, and smell, and +taste of--it was right dangerous, that, but weren't no other way to +find out about 'em. This spring day, after their first long hard, +winter had passed, Goody Hawkins went to pluck a leaf off'n a plant, +to taste it. + Suddenly, she heard a crashing in the bushes and a woman's voice +crying out to her. She turned around and who should she see but an +Indian woman, near her own age, come runnin' toward her, talkin' words +she couldn't understand. This Indian woman, she snatched that leaf +from Goody Hawkins and shooed her away from that plant quick as she +could. The Indian woman pulled out a thin stick, rounded at one end, +and waved it so that Goody Hawkins thought the other woman might hit +her with it, so she backed up, afraid. + But the Indian woman turned to the plant and commenced to digging +it out of the ground with her stick, digging up the roots. The Indian +woman pulled off the roots and pushed them into Goody Hawkins' hands, +keeping some for herself. She put the roots into a deerskin bag, and +'twas then that Goody Hawkins saw other herbs and things in that bag, +and figured out that t'other woman was in the woods for just the same +job as herself, namely, getting herbs. + Even though they didn't speak each other's language, by +pantomiming and pointing they could understand each other, and Goody +Hawkins learned that the leaf she'd been about to eat was deadly +poison. But the roots were good eating, roasted or boiled just like a +potato. How 'bout that! Plants are funny that way. + Goody Hawkins realised she owed her life to the Indian woman, for +warnin' her off'n them leaves. But she didn't know just how to thank +her new friend. Still, they spent the rest of the day walkin' in the +woods, an' Goody Hawkins learned more about the new world's plants in +one day than she could've in weeks if she'd had to figure things out +for herself. + And by the end of the day, Goody Hawkins knew some Algonquin, and +the Indian woman, Namequa, knew some words in English. Namequa saw +Goody Hawkins back to the little town and then faded into the trees +almost like magic. + Well, the seasons came and went, and Goody Hawkins had her hands +full trying to keep people well, what with the snakes and unfriendly +Indians and poisonous plants all around. The folks couldn't get none +of the plants they brought with 'em to grow very well, 'cause the +weather was so different from England's. That meant that folks weren't +eatin' right, and 'specially with the children that was bad. But +Namequa showed Goody Hawkins plants that were good eating, and Goody +Hawkins showed the other womenfolk, and for a time the folks there +lived like Indians, what with the menfolk learnin' to hunt and fish +from Squanto and the women learnin' to gather wild plants to eat from +Goody Hawkins and Namequa. + That first thanksgiving feast, they didn't eat just the corn and +squash and beans that Squanto showed the men how to grow, they also +had roasted-seed mush and lamb's-quarters gathered by the women. All +those, and the deer the neighboring Indians brought, well, that was +some dinner! + Well, little by little, them folks got settled. Other ships came, +with more people, and, later, with cows and other stock. And then +Goody Hawkins was busier than ever, 'cause she was s'posed to take +care of sick animals, too. Back then, if a cow didn't give milk, +folks were apt to think the fairies had stolen the milk in the night, +so 'twas only natural they should ask their wise woman for help. + Before long, there were babies, too, human and animal, and mothers +needed Goody Hawkins' help to bring 'em into the world. Somehow, +though, through all of this, Goody Hawkins kept time to visit with her +good friend, and to keep learning, and to look into her silver bowl +every now and again. + Well, the years went on, and ever'body got older, and some folks +just died from getting old. Goody Hawkins' husband died too, and they +hadn't any children, so Goody Hawkins should have been alone inthe +world. But she had her friend Namequa, and every little child in the +town called her "Aunt Grace"--she wasn't their real aunt, you know, but +they loved her like she was, 'cause she made them things, like +sweet-scented pillows, and spicy cookies, and she always listened to +them when they told her things. Goody Hawkins had learned a lot from +Namequa's tribe, and now that she had no husband to take care of, she +spent more time visiting with her Indian friends, and they learned +from her too. + Indian magic is full of drums and dreaming. Goody Hawkins' magic +was full of words and wishing. But she was careful not to let the +rest of the folks know she was learnin' and teachin' magic. Why not? +Well, folks don't like what they don't understand, is all. People +were afraid of lots of things in them days, 'specially in a strange +new place. + And as more o' them Puritan preachers come over from England, the +folks would be more secret 'bout visiting Goody Hawkins, not wanting +the preachers to know they was holding to the old ways. And the +preachers, 'specially one Pastor Langford, looked sidewise and never +straight on at Goody Hawkins, bein' afraid she might hex 'em or some +such nonsense. Well, Pastor Langford thought she was workin' for the +devil, but he didn't want to say it outright, 'cause folks liked her. + But even that was changing as Goody Hawkins spent more time with +Namequa's tribe, and folk got to whispering about it. There was a +number of men interested in marryin' to her, after her husband died, +saying it wasn't right for a woman to live alone, but she didn't care +about any of 'em. She said no to all of 'em, and some of 'em went +away mad. And folk got to saying things outright. + One lady said she seen Goody Hawkins dancing naked with all them +Indians. Another said there was a demon keeping Goody Hawkins +company, which was why she wasn't wanting to marry again. Somebody +else said that it was that demon that killed Goody Hawkins' husband. +All round town words buzzed like stinging wasps. Now, when a cow +wasn't giving milk, it was Goody Hawkins, not the fairies, who they +thought had stolen it. Folks began to keep their children away from +her. And Pastor Langford came right out and made fiery sermons about +witches and the devil and sin and punishment. + Goody Hawkins saw and heard all of this, but what could she do? +It was her word against the words of respectable folk, and nobody was +going to believe her. So she kept silent, kept to herself, and +waited. + She didn't have to wait long. One evening, she came home from a +visit to her Indian friends and found her cottage in ruins. Jars were +smashed, boxes thrown all over. The herb-bunches had been torn down +from the ceiling, her cauldron overturned, Bible verses scrawled all +over the walls with charcoal from her fireplace. "Thou shalt not +suffer a witch to live", they said, and Goody Hawkins felt cold in her +heart because she knew that the people wanted to kill her. + And worst of all, her beautiful silver bowl was all bent and +crushed, like someone had hit it with a hammer. Goody Hawkins sat +down at the table in the midst of the mess, and cried. + She felt helpless and angry. She wished she really could turn +people into toads. She made half-hearted tries at cleaning up, but +gave it up. Her heart burned with wanting to hurt the people who'd +done it, and froze with knowing her life wasn't worth a straw to 'em. + My granny said, that in that hour the devil did come to her, +offerin' to kill the townsfolk for her, if she'd give up her soul to +him, but Goody Hawkins chased him out with her broom. I think more +likely, she thought about putting poison in the well-water, but knew +that not only would that poison the townsfolk, it'd poison the water +and the earth, and the water and earth hadn't hurt her. And she knew +that killing all those folks would poison her soul, too, forever, make +her sour and angry as a real wicked witch. + So instead, she gathered all her power to her, all her love and +strength; she threw down her hiding bonnet, and shook out her hair, +which was getting grey by now, and walked proud and tall out into the +town square. The folks began to gather round, saying hateful things. +but Goody Hawkins lifted up her arms and began to sing, strong and +sweet, in the old tongue that nobody but wise folk could speak +anymore. And when the folks saw that their words couldn't hurt her, +they commenced to pick up stones to throw at her. + But before they could throw their stones, the preachers came and +said she'd have to have a proper trial. So soldiers took Goody +Hawkins away with them, away from the shouting people, and she was +still singing as they locked her up. + They tried to get her to tell them things, like was she partners +with the devil, and had she hexed people and animals, and did she have +a demon helper, and did she change into a cat to steal milk, but she +never did nothing but close her eyes and sing softly, smiling like she +saw something beautiful. So finally they gave up and took her to the +courthouse. + There all kinds of people told stories about Goody Hawkins and +things she'd never really done. And all through it, Goody Hawkins +stood tall, and looked straight in the faces of the folks as was doing +the telling. When ever'one was through with their lyin', the judge +asked Goody Hawkins had she anything to say. + Goody Hawkins looked round at the folks, looking like your momma +when she's gonna scold you, and began tellin' each one what she'd done +for them. This one wouldn't be alive if Goody Hawkins hadn't helped +his mother with the birthing. That one's daughter was deathly sick +with fever, and Goody Hawkins cured her. The other one's cows were +dropping down dead before Goody Hawkins found out they were eating +poisonous leaves. There wasn't one person in that courtroom Goody +Hawkins hadn't helped somehow over the years. And folks were looking +like you do when you're getting a scolding and you know you've been +wrong. + But Pastor Langford butted in and said that Goody Hawkins must +have led the cows to the poison leaves, she must have made the little +girl sick, she must have put a hex on the mother so her baby had +trouble being born. And even though some folks still looked +uncertain, the rest of 'em started howling for Goody Hawkins to die, +and that was that. + They took her out to the town square where there was a big oak +tree, to hang her onto it. Some soldiers held the crowd back, while +two of the others tied Goody Hawkins up, tied a rope around her neck, +and threw the other end over one of the branches of the tree. Goody +Hawkins wasn't scared to die, but she was scared of the pain, though +she didn't let the people see that. She looked out at them and +smiled, and was glad to see some people quit their shouting and look +worried. + Pastor Langford come up, looking nervous, and said, "Do you wish +to confess your sins? You may yet be forgiven and reach Heaven." + Goody Hawkins just smiled and said, "I have nothing to confess or +be forgiven for, nothing I am ashamed of. I want no part of your +heaven." + The preacher fairly threw a fit right there, choking and +stuttering, he wanted so bad to cuss and swear at her but couldn't in +front of the townsfolk. So he just pointed to the soldier holding the +end of the rope, and he commenced to hauling on it. + Goody Hawkins felt the rope tighten and her ears started to ring, +and she took what she was sure was her last breath. But suddenly +there was a scream, and the rope went loose. Her head cleared, she +looked around, and saw the soldier who'd been pulling her up holding +onto his arm, where there was an arrow sticking out of it. + Folks was shouting and running all over the place, and Goody +Hawkins saw that a whole tribe of Indians had come out of the woods +like magic with bows and arrows and spears and all. The soldiers +couldn't get a clear shot at none of the Indians, what with folks +running round like ants when their hill gets kicked over. And in the +middle of all that hollerin' and confusion, Goody Hawkins felt a sharp +blade between her wrists, cutting the ropes that tied her. + There was two Indians there, a big young man and Goody Hawkins' +friend Namequa who held a finger to her lips to shush her. The young +man scooped Goody Hawkins up in his arms, and ran into the woods +carrying her. + All of a sudden, the Indians disappeared like morning mist, and +when the folks looked round, Goody Hawkins was gone too. + The folks never saw her again, and Namequa's tribe were never as +friendly to them. Goody Hawkins' cottage was just left to fall down +and rot, and nothing in it was ever touched. But some folks was sorry +Goody Hawkins was gone, 'specially when they got sick, or their +children or animals. And one day a mother whose little baby was sick +as could be and nobody could help her, she went into the woods by +herself, carrying an iron pot. She walked into a clearing, and +waited, listening. The woods got quiet, like they were listening too, +and the lady commenced to talking about the baby's problem and asking +for help of whoever was listening. + She put the pot down, turned around, and walked out of the woods +without looking back. The next day, she came back, and where she'd +left the pot, there was a little bundle of herbs, wrapped up in a soft +deerskin. She ran home with it, and made it into tea for her baby, +and the baby got better. + Well, word of the cure got round among the womenfolk. Real quiet +like, it got round, not like the lies 'bout Goody Hawkins had gotten +round before. They kept it a secret from the preachers, and after a +while the preachers forgot about Goody Hawkins. + And ever' once in a while, a woman would slip away from the town, +out into the woods, carrying some small thing, that she thought Goody +Hawkins might be able to use, knowing that Goody Hawkins was out there +somewhere, and would hear them. And always there would be an herb +packet there the next day, or a little charm, or some such. + As the years went by, the herb packets stopped appearing, but the +woman who turned back would see a shaft of light fall on some plant, +and would take of that back home with her. And finally, even that +stopped, but somehow the help always came, somebody got better. There +was a song, too. My granny's granny taught her this song, and my +granny taught it to me, to sing to Goody Hawkins when we needed help: + +With heavy heart I come and stand + The oak and bonny ivy, +A gift to offer in my hand. + The hazel, ash and bay tree. + +How can I hope for any good + The oak and bonny ivy, + By standing in the empty wood? + The hazel, ash and bay tree. + +But I will trust and dry my tears, + The oak and bonny ivy, + And know that the Wise Goodwife hears. + The hazel, ash, and bay tree. + +Tsk! Asleep already. Good. + + + "Child, what are you doing out of bed?" + "I feel better, gramma!" + "Let me feel of your forehead. Well, that's fine." + "Gramma, can I have my coat?" + "Where are you going, child?" + "Out to the woods, gramma." + "What's that you have there?" + "It's a picture, gramma, look." + "Well, that's right nice. I think I can guess who that is. And I +see you've given her back her silver bowl! She'll be happy. Off you +go, then." + "Bye bye, gramma. I'll come back soon." + + +(c)copyright 1986, Leigh Ann Hussey. Used with permission. + +If you enjoyed this story, send $5 to: +Leigh Ann Hussey +240 Blake St. #308, +Berkeley, CA 94704 +And I'll send you a nicely typeset copy for your library! +Feel free to pass the story around, but please keep this notice +(and the copyright notice) attached to it. Support Desktop Tele- +Publishing and Extended Shareware... (Pay me, and I can keep doing +this and won't have to get a legitimate job! 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Modesto, Calif. * +* Liberty Books 1030 Kansas Ave Modesto, Calif. * +* Adult Books & Game Shop 1313 McHenry Ave Modesto, Calif. * +* Adult World 115 McHenry Ave Modesto, Calif. * +********************************************************************** + + + + + Welcume to the Gourmet sex guide. This guide will help you becume + a gourmet in the wide wonderful world of sex. First of all gourmet + sex does not start in the kicten {it may end up there in time} but + it starts with you. Always remeber to have safe sex so if you are + ready to start put your rubbers on and contuine on. + + + There will be two parts to this first chapter: + + #1-Defintions of body parts. + #2) +Received: by molokai.sw.mcc.com (3.2/STP1.14) + id AA00206; Fri, 4 Aug 89 08:54:09 CDT +From: suhre@trwrb.dsd.trw.com (Maurice Suhre) +Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny +Subject: Dates from Hell +Keywords: true, funny +Message-Id: <3922@looking.on.ca> +Date: 3 Aug 89 10:30:04 GMT +Sender: funny@looking.on.ca +Lines: 148 +Approved: funny@looking.on.ca +Reply-Path: trwrb!suhre +Resent-To: werner@rascal.ics.UTEXAS.EDU +Resent-Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1989 8:54:08 CDT +Resent-From: Werner Uhrig +To: werner@rascal.ics.UTEXAS.EDU + +-------------------------------------------------------------- + +The Orange County Register (Calif newspaper) had an article +entitled "Dates from Hell". It featured letters from various +people about their experiences. Here are a few (names +deleted): + + The Restaurant Tirade + +My date and I were drinking coffee and eating ice cream in a +restaurant. I was enjoying his extravagant compliments when I +saw a snarling woman walk up behind him. + +She addressed him for all to hear and he spun around. He made +hasty, embarrassed introductions. "Does your friend know you're +engaged to be married?" she yelled. "How would you like it if I +pulled her long hair out by the roots?" she threatened. Her +tirade went on for 30 minutes. + +You may wonder why I let it go on for so long. Well, when +you're a senior citizen, you don't get this kind of excitement. + + + Shopping at Sears + +I was not impressed when my date showed up in 100 percent +polyester, including outdated bell-bottoms that were checkered +and much too short, revealing white socks and slip-on, +non-leather shoes. + +His car didn't look much better. I've never made it a point to +ask guys what kind of car they drive, but it's worth knowing if +a car is safe to ride in. His definitely wasn't. It was a +huge, old "boat"-style car, rusted out and sporting a crack in +the windshield. Beneath my feet was a factory recall notice +>From 1968. + +As we journeyed on, my only hope was that he would make it +safely to the restaurant he had chosen for me, one of his +favorites, he said. He pulled into the parking lot of a place +known for its "blue plate specials" and rubbery quiche. + +After that he treated me to a free concert, but we agreed the +band was pretty bad. He suggested we continue the evening by +shopping at Sears for a bicycle he had seen in a sale flier. +------------------------------------------------------------------- +M +More "Dates from Hell": + + The Short-of-Change Artist + +My date asked me to go with him and some friends to a Raiders +game on one of those bus package deals... The bus provided free +beer in cans and he wanted me to smuggle several cans into the +coliseum. I gave him my jacket and said he could take the +responsibility for smuggling. + +After the game, we emerged to a parking lot of about 10,000 +buses that looked alike. All 10,000 had their motors running, +and we began walking through the fumes looking for our bus. As +we walked we came upon dozens of beer-filled men relieving +themselves against the tires of the closely parked buses. + +Then, one by one, those buses pulled away without us. Finally, +it was just me and my date in a dark parking lot in a strange +neighborhood. We walked across the street to a liquor store, +where he went to the men's room again. Then he called a cab and +I had to pay the $26 fare because he had no money. + + + Less than Fine Dining + +At 5-foot-10 and 250 pounds, my date panted heavily after +walking eight blocks to the restaurant. It was a sports bar +filled with shouting, swearing, drinking men watching a +Lakers-Celtics game. + +In the middle of eating our dinner a fight erupted at the next +table. Food flew in the air and tables were turned over. It +took several bouncers to end the fight, which left one man with +torn clothing and a broken nose. + +My date seemed oblivious to the surroundings and couldn't +understand why I wasn't eating. I told him I felt sick and +needed some air. I needed a long walk to recover from the +evening. + + + The Laundry List of Losers + +A miserable date? Just one? + +1. The man who claimed his sense of humor was his greatest +asset and demonstrated it by doing Groucho Marx imitations all +through dinner at a fancy restaurant. + +2. The man who said he saw a "daddy" when he looked in the +mirror and asked (on the first and only date) if I was +ovulating. + +3. The man who demanded a list of the "specific skills and +strengths" that I could bring to a relationship, as well as an +analysis of the "self-destructive patterns" that caused my +divorce. + +4. The man whose first words were "I'm sorry, I've got to +concentrate on getting well tonight" and who spent most of the +evening stuffing Vicks Vaporub up his nose. + +... + +Oh, never mind; it goes downhill from there. +-------------------------------------------------------------- + Self-realization and Sushi + +After attending a religious ceremony at my date's +"self-realization temple" and eating a sushi dinner, we returned +to my apartment for poetry reading. He had found many scraps of +paper buried in his battered car, which he admitted to sleeping +in often. He insisted on reading all of them in his most +dramatic voice. + +After I had a few glasses of wine during his reading, I had the +courage to show him some of my poetry. He read one or two, +tossed them aside and said, "I'll reserve judgement on these." + +He then began a lengthy tirade on the artistic soul and how it +can feel any emotion, whether it be male or female. + +Then he wanted to select different music. He started going +through my albums because, he said, they were better than the +tapes, which were made from those very same albums. He became +very upset when I told him the turntable didn't work. He told +me that I should take better care of my things. This harassment +>From a guy who sleeps in his car? + +I finally got him out of my apartment after fighting off more +than just a first-date kiss. +-- +Maurice Suhre + +{decvax,ucbvax}!trwrb!suhre + +-- +Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.ON.CA +Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. 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But they failed to show up, +so the next morning the minister called the bride-to-be's home. + +"She's in the hospital," the young woman's mother told the +minister. "She probably wants to tell you herself why she didn't +show, though." + +So the minister went to the hospital, and there he found the young +woman in traction with a broken leg and collarbone. But the +accident had left her feeling more embarrassed than pained. + +She said her parents were going out of town for the weekend, and +asked her to house sit. She and her fiance decided that this would +be a perfect chance to "practice for their honeymoon." So as soon +as her parents left, they set about "practising" in her parents +bedroom. + +Not long afterward the phone rang. It was her mother, in a panic. +She had left the iron on in the basement. Would they please turn +it off? + +The fiance playfully picked her up and carried her to the top of +the basement stairs. Both of them were still naked. When she +switched on the lights, shouts of "Surprise! Surprise!" came from +the basement. Her parents were standing at the bottom of the +stairs, along with relatives, in-laws and friends. It was a +surprise wedding shower! + +The shock was too great for the fiance. He dropped her and fled. +She rolled down the stairs and lay there naked, while her family +gaped. Her grandmother reached for her heart medicine. Everyone +was too shocked to cover her. + +So, the minister concluded, the couple was never legally joined. +"The girl went crazy," he said, "and the guy left town." diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/horse.sic b/textfiles.com/sex/horse.sic new file mode 100644 index 00000000..54498868 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/horse.sic @@ -0,0 +1,259 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality +From: David_Pierce@fourd.com +Message-ID: <1993Jan31.211012.129676@fourd.com> +Organization: 4th Dimension BBS +Date: Sun, 31 Jan 1993 21:10:12 EST +Subject: Horse Instructions +Lines: 251 + + Here's something you all might like. If you're a beastie wanna be, +specifically with horses, here is a document that describes how to do it. +Enjoy! Oh, and the usual disclaimer, the following contains information of a +GRAPHIC nature. If you are offended by beastiality or sexually explicit +descriptions, then stop reading now. + + You have been warned. + + And here it is (please don't forget my request for "real" beastie gifs I +posted earlier. I'm so fed up with what I've been finding lately (or not +finding, really!))! + +HORSE HELP + +A Beginners Guide + + +Horses are a proud, independent breed of animal. Their breed, their social +life, their training (or lack therof), and their own developing personality +are a few of the variables that must be accounted for when attempting to +understand them individualy. Horses, like people, all have individual +personalities so one must really spend a great deal of time with an animal +to develop a significant relationship. I can say with a great deal of +confidence however, that anyone that spends a significant amount of time +observing and interacting with horses can do ANYTHING with them. + +Basic reproductive behavior + +Horses, like most animals, depend on the sense of smell to signify the +readiness of a female for an encounter. The stallion will approach the +mare from behind and make a squealing noise...if the mare is in heat she +will "wink" her pussy and squirt a few short squirts of urine. The +stallion will have to approach her several times (unless shes a real slut) +before she will acquiesse. The mare will often prove recalcitrant for some +time, even threatening to kick the stallion. As he squeals and nips her +however, with time, she becomes acquiessent and allows him to mount her and +complete the union. + +The Stallion + +A full grown stallion's cock, when fully erect, will measure some two to +three feet long. It can be three to six inches thick at the base, to about +two inches thick at the head. Horses are somewhat different from other +animals in the way their cock head works. When a horse is fully erect and +excited and ready to mount, his cock head is somewhat pointed and not as +thick as might be normally observed. This is to facillatate an easier +entry into the mare. After the horse has entered and reaches a climax the +head swells (though it is more spongy then hard) into a fist sized mass as +he ejacultates. It is thought that this serves as a plug to force the +semen deep into the mare rather then allowing it to leak out. A full grown +stallion can ejaculate about one cup ( 8 ounces ) of semen. It will take +quite a few spurts to accomplish this. Each time his tail will raise and +lower in a brief flick. The first few jets are of a thin to average +consistency of cum. The final few jets are of a thick gelatinous +substance... it is thought that this serves to "seal" the mares pussy so +that the semen has time to do it's thing before leaking out. Horse semen +is extremely viscous, if you touch your finger to a pool of it you can draw +a thin string of it five to six feet long! Horse cum has a nice flat taste +to it...not at all bitter like man's cum. You can easily drink cups of it +with no discomfort. + +The Mare - how to do it. + +Mares can be quite satisfactory for the average well endowed male. If you +are somewhat less developed you might find better pleasure with a pony or +Miniature Horse. These are also better as they are lower to the ground. A +pony you can fuck standing up. A miniature horse on your knees or +squatting depending on the size. A mare will require something to stand on +or "platform shoes"...(IE mini stilts to raise you a foot off the ground) +so that you can reach her pussy. +Fucking any horse will depend on the horse. Some will be ready right +away...some will take coaxing. Pet the animal, talk to it softly, spend +time with it gaining it's trust. If something you are doing upsets it then +don't force it. Talk to it and calm it. If you work slowly you can make +an animal accept anything. It is just a question of helping it overcome +it's fears. All animals fear man if raised in the wild. How any animal +reacts will depend on it's own experiences. If you haved raised the animal +yourself in a loving enviroment, then you should have no problem +associating with it, if it is a strange animal that you have met in the +wild then you will have to go through an extended "courtship" to learn how +to respond to the beast. + +MARES - TRAINING YOUR OWN + +When the filly reaches weaning age, seperate her from her dam. If you have +limited time to spend then she should be put to pasture. If you have +plenty of time then you should keep her in a stall. Spend time with her +during the day petting and grooming her and allow her some time to run +free. Limit her access to other horses though and see that she spends at +least 8-12 hours a day in the stall. (Start with more free time and as she +approaches her first birthday confine her more...she is now at the right +age and her confinement will have made her so bored that she is amenable to +any new experience so long as it is not unpleasant)Young fillys have no +objection to someone playing with their pussy's. I have walked up on a pen +full of strange fillys at night and they came right up to me and I petted +them and felt up their pussys and they just lifted their tales and seemed +to enjoy it. These fillys didn't even know me but they were young, +inexperienced and bored...also since they were penned they were used to the +presence of people and did not fear me. Most horses in a large pasture +will run when they scent a strange human in their pasture at night. +If you sit on the ground and wait patiently, they will get downwind of you +and snort and fret, but eventually they will get curious and come +closer...you must wait until they have come close enough to smell and touch +you before saying anything or moving. Even then speak softly and move VERY +slowly so as not to spook them. If you can feed the horses and let them +smell you during the day on several occaisons then they will remember you +and come to you more readily when you appear in the middle of the night. +Also if you are seducing strange horses you should bring them food. This +is a good way to start a relationship. +Wild mares or those that have been artificially inseminated are usually +reluctant to have sex. The wild ones are used to violent horsecock and the +others have had peoples arms in their cunts so they can be apprehensive +about sexual events. Start rubbing ,scratching, etc in different areas +and observe the mare to see what she likes...almost all horses enjoy being +scratched under the chin and across the withers. Play with the horse until +it is comfortable with you and as you stroke it slowly move toward it's +hind end. Scratch her rump and around her tale and the move down her hind +legs. If she reacts to this well she might raise her tail +somewhat...gently rub her pussy and see how she reacts...if she doesn't get +violent then spit on your fingers and rub a couple of them through her +snatch...if she doesn't try to kick you then she is probably ready to fuck. +Note on horses and getting kicked.... Standing directly in front of a horse +is hazardous as it can raise on it's hind legs and come down with a front +hoof on your head. Standing 3-6 feet behind a horse is hazardous as it has +range to wind up and kick you a good one with the hind legs. Standing +beside a horse is fairly safe. It can only stomp on your toes which can be +avoided...standing behind a horse is safe if you are no farther then a foot +from it's rump..you are so close that the horse can't develop a full swing +and cannot kick you hard. If the horse can move forward you might fall +into range so try to tie up or use a stall or something so the animal +cannot pull away into striking range. If you make a good relationship +however the above is unnecessary though. I have had mare that welcomed +me...pushed back every time I shoved, and contracted her cunt to milk my +cock dry. Horses are some of the best pussy I have ever tried! And I have +tried plenty of PEOPLE & ANIMALS! Also horses are easily trainable! As +long as you make sure they enjoy what is happening and don't force them or +get angry with them if they misunderstand what you want of them, they will +love you always. Above all try to understand what they like and do it to +them....by doing whatever, to make them happy, they will respond by +granting you greater freedoms. Once you have succesfully fucked a filly a +few times she will be used to it and look forward to your visits so long as +you give her the attention she desires. You must experiment and treat her +as a lover and see what turns her on. Treat her as she wants and she will +give you all. + +The Stallion + +A stallion is is one of the most proudest, powerful, masculine, things +there is. All stallions are very oral and like to nibble and bite on +anything available. This can be annoying and painful and they should be +trained against it at a early age or else you should wear a padded suit, so +that they can bite you painlessly. This might be considered as a horse +that allows itself to be bitten without reacting is signalling that it is +sexually receptive. Stallions that have succesfully coupled in the wild +are somewhat resistant from seduction by humans. If they are isolated, +tempted and trained, then they will become more acquiessent but the best +ones are those that have been raised in a human enviroment since weaning, +since they have not had sex with other horses they are more amenable to +having sex with humans when their hormones kick in and they are looking for +some release. Bringing a wild horse to orgasm can be more difficult. They +are used to a mares pussy which is several degrees hotter then a humans +body heat. A person could fuck or suck them and not bring them to the +point of orgasm unless they had been isolated and deprived and unable to +help but cut loose with a load. Stallions can be readily trained though. +Most stud farms use artificial insemination, the stallions are aroused by +the scent of mares in heat and then an artificial vagina filled with warm +water is slipped over their cock and they reach orgasm. The stallions soon +learn the routine and just be leading them into the proper barn they know +what is coming and obtain an erection. This can work for you too. By +coming repeatedly to a horse and arousing him he will become trained to see +you as a sexual object. Soon just your presence will give him a throbbing +hard-on. + +Arousing the Stallion + +Stallions are aroused by the smell of horse pussy above all else. +If you have access to a mare, then gentle her till she will let you finger +her...then coat your fingers with her juice. Now rub your fingers across +the stallions nose! He will react even if she is not in heat! He knows +the smell! I have done this to geldings! Horses that have been castrated +and they still got a hardon!!! Also pet & rub the horse and rub his +cock...don't pull on it hard.. be gentle...big as it is it is still tender! +If you rub his belly and sheath slowly and gently and let him smell some +horse pussy juice then he will erect. If you can find a horse in heat then +grab some urine and refrigerate it. Take some out and thaw it when you +want it. Rubbing some hot mare piss on a stallions nose will make him +horny as hell! He will be all over you! Once a stallion smells that he +doesn't care what he fucks! He just wants a hot hole. +Make sure there are no other horses around...otherwise he will jump them +instead of you! +Some horses have been trained too react to certain cues, others react to +their own natural cues...I remember a $1,000,000.00 Arabian stallion I +trained.. He stuck his tounge out about 1/2 inch...when someone would rub +this small crescent he would instantly get a raging hardon...more proof +that stallions are very oral. This stallion had never had sex with a +mare...he had only climaxed through the intervention of humans and was +quite happy with having sex in a artificial vagina with the help of +humans...training does wonders. + +NOONE SHOULD ATTEMPT VAGINAL OR ANAL INTERCOURSE WITH A STALLION +unless they have are experienced in fist fucking or have taken a large dog +in to the max ( IE knot and all). A horse has an enormus cock and could do +serious damage to someone who is not prepared. A horse cock can easily grow +as big as the knot in a large dogs cock so if you can't take that in then +you aren't ready. PS. A large dog can stretch you where a horse can fit +if you make the switch before the hole shrivels. + +Country boys - you kbnow where the animals are and how to get them...you +don't need to read this. + +City Boys - Drive out to the suburbs and find some isolated horses.. try to +encounter them in the day and get them used to you then return at night to +have some fun. IF there are stables around then spend some time there. +Sign up for riding lessons or whatever and then kindof fade out and help +groom the horses and clean the stalls. Chances or whoever runs the scene +will be glad for the help and won't question your prescence there. You can +help run the show by day and return for sex at night. Just be careful, +there is less privacy in the city as compared to the country. You sure +don't want to be caught! + + +New animals on the block!! + +We now have miniature donkeys and horses as well as the larger ponys to +play with! + +These animals reach a maximum of about 200 pounds for the purebreeds and +somewhat larger for the crossbreeds. You can buy or breed an animal just +for your size specifications! Male and female animals made to order. +Miniatures are currently selling (dec. 1991) for $300 to $3000 depending on +pedigree. Anyone can find a horse their size. Support and promote these +animals. They are salvation to us all. The mares are tight and the +stallions are all sizes...one can be found to fit any hole. + +ANIMAL TRAINER (C) 1991 + + + + +EDITORS NOTE: +I have known animal triner for many years and he is very experienced with +animals. Take his word as gospel....he knows what he speaks of and is a +true beastie wonder! The 5 years he spent on the stud farm gave him +extensive equine experience! + + +******************************************************************** +System: fourd.com Phone: 617-494-0565 +Cute quote: Being a computer means never having to say you're sorry +******************************************************************** + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/hostess.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/hostess.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c2198050 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/hostess.txt @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ + Party Girls + by J. BOSWELL + + My wife, Jody, and I have been married for eight years, and over that +time, we have hosted some dynamite parties. However, we just moved to +Baltimore, and really didn't know too many people. I play amateur soccer +at the local park on weekends, so we decided to have a party for the team +and their wives or dates. + Well, last Saturday night I tapped a half-keg and Jody made gallons of +her special wine punch and tons of food. It was a nice party. So nice, +that even after some guys took their dates home, they came back to join the +rest of the team in our attempt at "killing the keg." + By 2am, we had all slowed down a touch, and the guys were sitting +around in a great bullshit session. There were 10 guys and only 2 women +left. Jody and the other wife, Connie, were in the den, having their own +talk session. Of course, sex was a big topic, and a short time into the +conversation, Bill, Connie's husband, stated that he and Connie had an +"open" marriage and often "swapped." He asked me if Jody and I had ever +swapped and I said "no," right away. However, at that moment, the idea +sounded very interesting because Connie was a drop-dead-gorgeous, hard- +bodied, California blonde. Bill then told me that every guy there had +fucked Connie, at one time or another, and that Jody and I should consider +the possibilities. + Well, my mind WAS thinking about the possibilities! I didn't like the +idea of Jody and another guy, but I also didn't like the idea that every +guy there but me had had his shot with Connie. It just wasn't fair, and, - +- damn! -- she was hot looking! As I settled down a little and began +picking up the conversation, again, I realized that the guys were banging +on Bill to set something up with Connie - right then and there - at our +party! + Bill went into the other room, and returned with Connie. He put a few +cushions on the floor and then, like some kind of crazy clothes storm, +everybody was getting naked in a hurry. I couldn't believe it, and I could +see Jody standing in the doorway, not believing it, either. + Connie was naked and on her back and one guy was shoving his hard cock +into her. The other guys were all nude, hard, and waiting their turn. +Even with Jody in the same room with me, I could feel my cock straining to +rip out of my pants. + After the first guy finished, Bill said something about being polite +to the host and giving him his turn. I started to say no - I really did. +I looked at Jody - and then I looked down on Connie's naked body. She was +pinching her nipples on her petite breasts, licking her lips and holding +her legs open for me. There was a drop of the first guy's cum dripping out +of her pink pussy. + As I unbuckled my belt I saw Jody disappear from the room, and I +thought "Sure, she's pissed now, but she'll get over it!" Nothing was +going to hold me back from fucking this fantastic blonde waiting for me! + I buried my cock into Connie's pussy on my first shove. She was wet +and loose and I slid right in to the balls. But I was too excited. In +about four hard humps I was blowing my wad in her cunt and Connie was +smiling up at her audience, yelling "Next!" + I was sitting watching the next guy plow into Connie, when I heard +Jody over my shoulder, "Hey, guys, don't wear yourself out with Connie! +There are two cunts here that need fucking. Lot's of fucking!" + I turned around to ask Jody what she thought she was doing, but just +then, she hit the stereo and began dancing. She danced over to me and +said, "Not a word out of you, you bastard. This is my party, too. Just +sit and watch." + Jody danced to the center of the room and I thought my wife had never +looked lovelier, sexier, hotter than at that moment. Before long, she +lifted her sweater over her head to reveal her braless, magnificent 36C +chest to the partiers. Everybody clapped and cheered and Jody quickly +dropped her skirt and was naked, gracing the guys with a look at her firm, +fantastic, flawless body. She danced till the song ended and then stood +there. Her eyes were glowing with excitement (or maybe it was revenge) and +asked, "So, who wants my pussy first?" + The guys went nuts! Both women were immediately getting all they +could handle. Jody was on a mission to suck and fuck every cock in the +room except mine. At one time, Connie had a lull in the action and asked +me if I wanted to fuck her again. I nodded and tried, but Connie's pussy +was so loose and sloppy-wet and I couldn't keep my eyes off Jody. I wasn't +able to come and went back to my seat just watching Jody get her brains +fucked out. She was fucking and sucking one guy after another with obvious +enthusiasm and glee. + People started crashing around the room. Connie fell asleep. Only +Jody was wide awake and ready to go. I watched Bill straddle Jody, reach +back into her pussy for some lubrication and then fuck her tits. I had +only seen that done in videos, before, but I guess because Connie's were so +small, he enjoyed big tits when he found them. He shot most of his load on +Jody's face and Jody looked at me as she wiped Bill's cum with her finger +and then sucked that finger clean. Finally, the last guy awake besides me +came in Jody's mouth and fell asleep on the floor. + Jody looked at her body, covered with drying cum and then looked at +me. "Well, you're still hard. You must have liked what you saw." + I thought about it, and didn't really have an answer. "I guess yes +and no, Jody." + "Well come on over here, and let's see if I can make it a yes for +you." + I got down on the floor and knelt between Jody's spread thighs. I +could see cum caked and running down her crack and in her cunt hair. I +wanted her more than I had ever wanted her in my life. + As I slid my aching cock into her still-tight pussy, she wrapped her +arms and legs around me and smiled. "See? You get what you deserve. You +should have never even thought about fucking Connie." + "I know." + "Besides, I'm prettier." + "I know. Way prettier." + "And I have a better body." + "Much better, and a much tighter cunt," I agreed. + "How could you fuck Connie?" + "How could you fuck all these guys?" + Jody actually purred a little and said, "It was easy. And, I even +kept count. You're my tenth different cock of the night, and this is the +fifteenth time I've been fucked. I also had 5 guys cum in my mouth and one +on my tits." + I exploded into her well-used cunt with the absolute best orgasm I had +ever had in my life. I kissed her well-used mouth and licked her well- +used tits. I loved her more than ever. + Before we went to bed, I looked around the room. "How are we ever +going to face these people, again? What happens at the next game when we +show up? What do we say?" + Jody smiled and said, "Next game? I'm wondering what these guys will +want for breakfast!!!! Think it'll be a repeat with anyone you know?"" + + And she was right. + I awoke at 8 am, to the sound of Bill's hard cock slurping in and out +of Jody's wet cunt. He was fucking my wife in my bed, not 2 feet from me, +and my wife was loving it! As people woke up, it became a repeat +performance, with Jody fucking all of the guys at least once before they +left. Two guys stayed all day, screwing Jody over and over again, until +they couldn't get hard, anymore. She was insatiable. + We've had two parties like that, since that first one. I watch Jody +fucking until I get tired watching, but she's still fucking. She seems to +be enjoying her new role as team slut and "general easy piece," and, +although I never imagined Jody behaving like this, I'm still a good sport +about it. + She called from work one night and told me she was going to dinner, +dancing, "and whatever" with three salesmen who were in town for the night. +She came home the next morning, covered with love bites and scratches, with +just enough time to shower and change for work. + Another time, I was mowing the front lawn when Jody pulled into the +driveway with a police car right behind her. The two cops followed her +into the house and didn't reappear for an hour. Later, Jody told me that +they had pulled her over for speeding just as their shift was ending, and +she suggested "an alternative" to getting a ticket. Both cops have been +back to the house, since; once, with two more friends along for the fun. + When will this end? Who knows? I guess I'll just have to wait until +Jody gets this need for cock out of her system. Sometimes, I wonder what +would have happened if I'd never fucked Connie. + + ########################### + # Only the very BEST # + # EROTICA # + # from the collection of # + # J. 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I would like to thank Kelly for all the help she gave us in writing this piece of fiction. She explained and helped us write about all the types of talk teenage girls have when we aren't looking. Once again, welcome to a new type of sexual text file writing...Welcome to LaSeR ViSiOn. + +The Scene: + You are about to enter a High School. An all girl high school. In this high school the girls (ages 14-18) are dying for sex. They often hide and talk of their sexual fantasies. We now enter the room of Christina. She has a visitor; Angela. + + +Fade in: Christina's Bedroom + +Christina: "So what have you been doing lately?" +Angela: "Dreaming...dreaming..." +Christina: "Oh realllly...of what?" +Angela: "Well, I don't know all sorts a stuff" +Christina: "It's not healthy a girl your age, your only 14!" +Angela: "What's with you. You're the same age, remember!" +Christina: "Yeah, but I'm not dreaming. What are you dreaming of?!?" +Angela: "Of sex." + +Fade out. + +Fade in: School shower. + +Christina: "Boy it's been a tough week!" +Angela: "No shit." +Christina: "You know you shouldn't talk like that." +Angela: "You know you really are straight. I bet you will be a virgin forever!" +Christina: "Shut up! I will not be!" +Angela: "You know we aren't ever gonna get any action around here..." + + Angela begins rubbing her thighs with the soap. She strokes her bottom. She begins rising. She hits her genital area. She strokes the soap all around her +pubic hair. She then leans over and wipes Christina's back with the soap. + +Christina: "What are you doing?" +Angela: "Just helping you." +Christina: "I'm not a lezy!" +Angela: "I'm not either. I'm just looking for some type of enjoyment. + I'm a healthy sexual teenager what about you?" +Christina: "I am too." + + Christina leans over and starts washing Angela's pussy. Angela begins to shiver with excitement. Angela starts washing Christina's buttocks. She pushes the soap into her crack and rubs it up and down. Christina starts really feeling good. Angela sticks the soap gently into Christina's pussy. Then she takes it back out. Christina sticks her finger in Angela's thin pubic hair. She begins to move toward her box. She moves it in and out. Angela squeels with excitement. + +Proctor: "Girls what are you doing over there?" +Angela: "Just washing Mrs. Pusrun." +Proctor: "Well hurry up." + +Fade out. + + +Fade in: Angela's room + +Michelle: "Hey is Christina gonna come over?" +Angela: "In a few minutes." + +Christina enters. + +Christina: "Hi. What are we gonna do?" +Angela: "I dunno." +Michelle: "Look what I brought over." +Angela: "A razor. Big deal. I already shaved my legs for the year." +Michelle: "No silly. We're gonna shave our pussys." +Christina: "Why?" +Michelle: "It makes them real sensitive. Then we can have some fun." +Christina: "No way. It took me 14 years to get what I got. I'm not gonna wait 14 more to get it back." +Michelle: "Oh. It will only take a couple of weeks to grow it back. You've hit puberty now...remember." +Christina: "I don't want to." +Angela: "Well we're going to anyway." + + Michelle begins shaving Angela's pubes off. Angela groans with excitement. Angela then shaves off Michelle's hairs. Christina finally agrees. Michelle and Angela shave Christina's together. Christina shivers. + + The girls all agree it feels so good. They begin to play with each other. +Michelle licks Christina's bare clit. She then gets a pencil and sticks it around the base of her clit. + +Angela: "Hey you know why we have two holes-you know are pussy and are behind [asshole]" +Christina: "Why?" +Angela: "So boys can carry us like a sex-pack" + + Angela begins to compare her little tits with Christina's larger ones. + +Angela: "How did you get such big boobs?" +Christina: "I dunno. They started growing a whole lot during the summer." +Angela: "Michelle doesn't have very big titties! ha ha ha" +Michelle: "So--they will grow. Hey let's play with Christina's" + + They begin sucking on her tits. Michelle squeezes them and then trys to stick one of them in her cunt. + +Michelle: "That feels so good." +Christina: "Likewise down here." + + Angela sticks Christina's nipple up around the area between her little cute ass and her little cunt hole. + +Angela: "I'm so sensitive here..." + + Michelle leans over and licks her there. + +Angela: "Stop it. I can only take so much. oh...ah..." + +Michelle: "The girls in the shower room are going to laugh at us because + we don't have any pubic hair." +Angela: "So. It will be still fun bathing in front of them tommorrow." +Christina: "I wish some boys were around to be with us or at least watch us." + +Michelle: "I have this funny feeling that there are... + + Hey can you sneak a cucumber from the cafeteria tommorrow??" + +******************************************************************************* +Cumming soon: High School Girls "parte de two: sophmores" +******************************************************************************* +Copyright 1986 LaSeR ViSiOn "Spread dem wide" + +spread this file everywhere... () + <^^> "Oh so perky Kelly!" 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Each player will furnish his own equipment for play, normally one club +and two balls. + + 2. Course to be played must be approved by the owner of the course before +play can begin. + + 3. Unlike outdoor golf, the object is to get the club in the hole and keep +the balls out of the hole. + + 4. Course owners reserve the right to examine the length of the club to +avoid damage to the hole. + + 5. For most effective play, the club should have a firm shaft. Course owner +s are permitted to check the stiffness o f the shaft before play begins. + + 6. The object of the game is to take as many strokes as necessary until the +course owner is satisfied. Failure to do so may result in being denied +permission to play the course again. + + 7. Players are cautioned to select the proper hole for play. + + 8. It is normally considered bad form to begin playing the hole immediately +upon arriving at the course. The experienced player will usually admire the +entire course, with special atten- tion to the well-formed bunkers. He should +also assure himself that the hole is properly lubricated to aid in stroking. +Additional lubricant may be added to the club if necessary - pre- ferably by +the course owner. + + 9. Players are cautioned not to mentio na any other courses they have played +to the owner of the course currently being played. Upset owners have been +known to damage a player's equipment for this reason. + + 10. Players should assure themselves that their match has been properly +scheduled, especially on a different course being played for the first time. +Previous players have been known to get irate if they find some- one else +playing what they considered their own private course. + + 11. It is considered outstanding performance, time permitting, to play the +same hole several times in one match. + + 12. Course owners shall be the judge of who is the best player. It is +consider ed bad form for a player to reveal his score to other players or that +he even played the course. Players who have contracted for exclusive right s +to play a private course are caustioned that information reaching th e owner +that he had played some other courses may result in the contract bein g +cancelled and a suit for damages institued. + + 13. Players should not assume a course is in shape for play at all times. +Some owners may be embarassed their cou rse is temporarily under repair and the +player is advised to use tact in this determination. More advanced players +will find alternative means of play when this is the case. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/infert.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/infert.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f8fb9ef4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/infert.fun @@ -0,0 +1,330 @@ +INFERTILITY by: William Mann UND Dept of Family Medicine Definition + +Infertility exists when unprotected coitus for one year does not result in +pregnancy. Two thirds of couples have achieved pregnancy within three +months of regular unprotected intercourse, and 75-80% couples have become +pregnant after six months, 80-90% by the end of the first year. By +definition, by the end of the first year. By definition, one marriage in +seven, or 15% of the population, are infertile. Since 5% of normal +couples will conceive only in the second year, the application of this +definition should be modified by individual circumstances. + + Mechanisms and Natural History + +In about 40% of cases, the male factor is predominantly responsible. An +equal percentage is attributable to a female component, while the remainder +have no obvious etiology. Frequently, several factors co-exist. + + + Clinical Management + + Assessment + +A clear idea of the basic steps necessary to determine the cause of +infertility is essential. Frequently, confusion exists between the work-up +of amenorrhea, dysfunctional uterine bleeding, and infertility. Common +errors in management include failure to secure basic steps, and generation +of complex hormonal studies without a clear application for these results. +Hormone studies have limited application. The occasional patient genuinely +in need of hormone studies is probably best served by appropriate referral. +It should be remembered that follicular stimulating and luteinizing hormone +are released from the pituitary cyclicly, every 30 minutes. Accuracy +demands a collection of specimens 20 minutes apart with pooling of these +specimens at the least, or separate analysis with retention of the higher +value as an ideal. The expense is considerable, and the benefit is +difficult to establish. + +The basic assessment should seek to answer the following questions: + +1. Is regular intercourse taking place in a satisfactory manner? 2. Are +viable sperm, in sufficient quantities, with obvious motility, being +produced? 3. Are factors, due to lack of education, being introduced +inadvertently which will reduce the chance of successful conception? +Amongst common deleterious practices are: a. The wearing of tight jockey +shorts; b. Repeated hot bathing, particularly before intercourse; c. +Douching before or after intercourse; d. Restricting intercourse to the +immediate premenstrual period on the mistaken assumption that this +represents peak fertility. 4. Is ovulation taking place? If not, does it +prove possible to induce ovulation? 5. Are there local cervical factors +which are hostile to the sperm? 6. Is there an obstruction to the uterine +cavity or tubes which prevents fertilization? 7. In spite of optimistic +responses to these questions, are there are other subclinical factors which +may be influencing the problem? + +Because of the frequent occurence of multiple co-existing factors, a simple +but complete work-up should be carried out systematically in all couples. +It is a common error to repeatedly induce ovulation in a woman in the +presence of inadequate sperm production by the husband. + + Plan + +Testing should be carried out over a six to eight week period. +Nothing is gained by further delay. A small group of individuals, 5-10%, +will remain in whom no detectable cause of infertility can be determined +after complete evaluation. When this happens, these couples should not be +told that they are normal, but rather that they have an infertility factor +that is not detectable by the present stc group is poor. + + Male Factor + + Subjective + +Male factor may be suspected if there is a history of infertility in one or +more marriages with women of proven fertility. A history of vasectomy, or +trauma to the testes or epididymis, is important. Although mumps is +traditionally listed as a cause of infertility, there is almost no +practical or theoretical basis for this belief. Attention should also be +paid to inappropriately tight underwear and frequent hot bathing before +intercourse. + + Objective + +The body habitus should demonstrate normal male characteristics, with male +escutcheon and two normally sized testes in the scrotum. Local examination +should evaluate the penile anatomy, the testes for size, the epididymis for +tender areas suggestive of scarring, and the pampiniform plexus for +evidence of a varicocoele. A venous impulse should be specifically +examined for, by having the patient perform a valsalva maneuver, while the +pampiniform plexus is palpated in the standing position. + + Assessment + +Semen analysis is the only direct method for detecting male infertility. A +specimen should be collected by masturbation after a two to three day +abstinence. A longer period will result in an artificially high count. +Coitus interruptus is not an acceptable method of collection, as +spermatozoa are not evenly distributed throughout the sample, and erroneous +results will be obtained by inevitable loss of early parts of the specimen. +Also, the use of a condom is inadvisable because of the presence of +spermicides. A glass container should be used. The specimen should be +collected as near to the laboratory as possible, and then transported as +soon after collection as feasible since motility decreases after two to +four hours. It should be kept warm by being placed in a trouser pocket or +under the armpit. Occasionally, social or religious taboos will prevent +the collection of a specimen by masturbation. Then, the post-coital test +will be the only means of evaluating sperm. + + Analysis + +Normal seminal fluid is a thick viscous mass which liquifies within 15-20 +minutes. It is usually translucent and whitish-grey, and a white or yellow +color may indicate an increased number of white blood cells or prolonged +sexual abstinence. It has a strong pungent odor. Volumes of 2-4 ml. are +accepted as normal. When a sample is less than 1 ml., it is necessary to +discover whether or not the entire ejaculate was collected. Otherwise, low +volume may indicate congenital absence of seminal vesicles, retrograde +ejaculation, obstruction of the ejaculatory duct, or pituitary or Leydig +cell deficiency. Large volumes may result from over activity of the +accessory sex glands or sexual abstinence, but high volumes are frequently +associated with sub-normal sperm concentrations. + + Sperm Concentration + +Sperm are counted on a white cell counting chamber using a diluent +containing eosin B. This dye will enter the heads of dead spermatozoa, +staining them red. Hence, motile, non-motile, dead and grossly abnormal +forms can be differentiated and counted. Sperm counts of greater than 60 +million per ml. are considered normal, although pregnancy has occurred with +counts below 20 million. It takes approximately 10 weeks for sperm to +travel from the testes to the ejaculate, and sperm counts may vary as a +function or stress or febrile illness. For this reason, a minimum of two +to three specimens should be examined allowing at least two or three weeks +between collections, before a male factor is presumptively identified as a +result of a low count. If a low count is obtained, it is useful to examine +a specimen of urine immediately. This will tell whether or not large +quantities of sperm are being refluxed by retrograde ejaculation into the +bladder. + + Progressive Sperm Motility + +Ideally, 70% of sperm should be actively motile. A sample with less than +50% progressive movement is considered abnormal. + + Morphology + +A minimum of 200 cells should be counted. There is wide variability in +normal spermatozoa and a determination of abnormal forms is dependent on +observer experience. However, if the percentage of abnormal forms is +above 50% infertility often occurs. Predominance of one abnormal type may +be indicative of the cause of the abnormality e.g., tapered headed sperm +may indicate a varicocoele. + + Endocrine Evaluation + +In the absence of clinically apparent endocrine abnormalities, neither +evaluations of FSH, LH and prolactin, nor treatments with Bromocriptine and +Testosterone have survived critical evaluation. + + Plan + +In azoospermia due to vasectomy, microsurgical reversal can be achieved in +80% of the cases with subsequent fertility varying from 20-70%. A defect +in the vas of 2 cms. or more denotes a poor outlook. + +Microsurgical repair in traumatic azoospermia remains experimental. With +oligospermia and/or decreased motility due to varicocele, ligation of the +vein has resulted in pregnancy rates of up to 55%. + + Female Factor + +Female factor is best described under the headings of: 1) Cervical factor, +2) Uterine factor, 3) Tubal factor, and 4) Ovulatory factor. Scrupulous +attention should be paid to the assessment of these factors, with +particular regard to the detection of anatomical abnormalities. In the +long run, this is much more rewarding than hormonal manipulations, which, +with the exception of induction of ovulation, are rarely indicated and best +dealt with by referral to an experienced sub-specialist. + + Cervical Factor + + Natural History + + Of the factors attributed to the female, + 5% are due to gross pelvic conditions, + 20% are due to failure of cervical insemination, + 30-40% are due to partial or total tubal occlusion, and + 15-25% are due to female endocrine abnormality. + +Incidence of infertility due to cervical factor has a reported occurrence of +15-50%. + +Until mid-cycle, cervical mucus is watery and can be penetrated by the +sperm. Though estrogen secretion continues in the luteal phase, +progesterone influence produces a denser cervical mucus structure which +forms an effective barrier to sperm transport. This is a mechanism which +prevents superfertilization of eggs which may be released after +fertilization. Cervical mucus is an energy source and a reservoir for +spermatozoa. Sperm are probably gradually released into the upper genital +tract from the mucus, compensating for the short life span of the ovum. +The mucus may also act as a screen, and imped the progress of abnormal +spermatozoa. In mid-cycle, from about day 10-15, classical luteal +characteristics such as spinnbarkeit and ferning appear. The evaluation +should be timed by the basal body temperature chart, the day of temperature +elevation being considered as the day following ovulation. Cervical mucus +evaluation should be done one or two days prior to the temperature rise. +In the absence of a clear basal body temperature change, an initial +assumption that ovulation is occurring 12-14 days before the next menstrual +period should be made. In patients with irregular cycles, evaluation +should be carried out every second or third day beginning on day 10, to +detect the changes of spinnbarkeit and ferning. If these changes do not +occur, or do not correlate with menstruation two weeks later, then +anovulation should be suspected. The cervical canal appears black because +it is filled with clear mucus which has no particles to reflect light. + + Uterine Anomalies + +Reported rates vary from 1 in 32 to 1 in 2,000. Anomalies may be symmetric +(by bicornuate uterus, uterus didelphis), or asymmetric uterine _____, mi +uterus hermassociation with concomitant urological anomalies should be +remembered, particularly in asymmetric cases, and an intravenous pyelogram +may be indicated. A strong association between uterine anomalies and +primary infertility is not widely accepted and many such patients have +normal reproductive histories. On the other hand, symptoms may include +dysmenorrhea, habitual abortion, premature delivery, and abnormal fetal +presentations. The diagnosis is made by hysterosalpingogram. Surgical +treatment of a symptom are unification of uterine horns is recommended only +in cases of repeated reproductive failure. + +Intrauterine Adhesions - Fibrotic Endometritis - Asheiman's Sydrome + +Hypomenorrhea, amenorrhea, infertility, habitual abortion, and placenta +accreta are the hallmarks of this syndrome. It is classically associated +with post-partum or post-abortal curettage, but has been noted after +diagnostic D & C, myomectomy, and tubereulous endometritis. The diagnosis +is frequently suspected by the failure of a patient to experience +withdrawal bleeding after treatment with estrogen-progestrone preparations, +during the investigation of amenorrhea. The salpingogram is +characteristic, showing single or multiple filling defects in the uterine +cavity in all films. Demonstration of this major form of abnormality +requires referral. Hysteroscopy is useful for both diagnosis and therapy. +Treatment includes lysis of adhesions and the placement of an intrauterine +device or Foley catheter to prevent recurrence of synechia. A relatively +high dose of estrogren for one to three months is ??? the endometrium. It +should be noted that this may be a worthwhile prophylaxis when difficulty +has been encountered with a post-partum or post-abortal curettage. The +chances of restoring normal menses are excellent, but fertility results are +poor. + +Endometrial polyps, hyperplasia, neoplasia + +The common symptom is abnormal uterine bleeding. These abnormalities are +rare in young women, but more common in anovulatory patients undergoing +evaluation. The presence of these lesions may be noted on +hysterosalpingogram, but diagnosis usually requires endometrial biopsy or D +& C. + + Leiomyoma + +An enlarged and irregular uterus, menorrhagia, and irregularities of the +cavity upon curettage or hysterosalpingogram are the hallmarks of this +condition. The fibroid may include the endocervical canal or the cornual +region, preventing movement of sperm. Submucus or intramural fibroids may +affect blood supply to the endometrium, preventing nidation. Finally, fetal +wastage may be incurred by faulty implantation, irritable uterus, or +degeneration of the fibroid. The significance of small leiomyomas in +infertile patients is difficult to assess, and they are not necessarily an +indication for myomectomy. With large fibroids, a history of infertility +of unknown cause, or in cases of habitual abortion, myomectomy may be +indicated. Once more, this is an area requiring experience, judgement, and +surgical technique, and appropriate referral should be carried out. There +are no large prespective studies which accurately indicate the success of +myomectomy. + + Summary + + 1. evaluation of the male + a. complete physical examination + b. semen analysis + 2. evaluation of the female + a. temperature charts + b. evaluation of cervical mucus + c. evaluation of uterus and tubes + d. evaluation of ovulatory function + e. laparoscopy + + + This can be expeditiously carried out as follows: + + 1. First visit by both partners: day 21 + a. history and physical examination + b. serum progesterone + c. semen analysis + d. patient instruction + 2. Second visit: day 8-10 of the cycle - + hysterosalpingogram + 3. Third visit: day 12-14 of the cycle + a. Huhner test + b. evaluation of cervical mucus + 4. Fourth visit + a. evaluation of results of studies and temperature + charts + b. further evaluation or planning of therapy + + Costs + Nineteen eighty-four serum prolactin-$39.40 + Follicular stimulating hormone-$37.30 + Lutinizing hormone-$35.40 + Progesterone-$43.70 + Semen Analysis-$34.00 + Hysterosalpingogram- + Laparoscopy + + Assessment + +Cervix should be observed with a speculum. Abundant mucus pouring out a +black appearing cervical os indicates mid-cycle. + +Cultures are inappropriate because of difficulty within the interpretation +due to contamination with cervical mucus. Recent reports have suggested a +causal relationship between T-micoplasma infections and fetal wastage and +infertility. Positive cervical cultures are seen in both infertile and +fertile women, but endrometrial cultures were positive more frequently in +the infertile and habitual aborters. Diagnosis is made by culture. Therapy +requires 200 milligrams of doxycycline for both partners on day one of the +menstrual cycle and then 100 milligrams per day for ll days. There are no +results of therapy in primary infertile couples. The inhabitual aborters, +in one series, can term pregnancies when noted in a group of 11 subsequent +pregnancies, inhabitual aborters treated with this regimen. +terine Adhesions - Fibrotic Endometritis - Asheiman's Sydrome + +Hypomenorrhea, amenorrhea, infertility, habitual abortion, and \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/insanityc.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/insanityc.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ddcc12fe --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/insanityc.txt @@ -0,0 +1,155 @@ + +,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./',./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./' +,./ ,./' +,./ The |\/|etallica |\/|afia proudly presents.... ,./' +,./ . . ,./' +,./ "Keeping Insanity in the Closet" ,./' +,./ |\/| ,./' +,./ (* Keyed in by: Weatherman! *) . |\/| ,./' +,./ . . | ,./' +,./ Log date -> April 13th, 1988 . . ,./' +,./ ,./' +,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./',./';,./' + +PREFACE: This file contains bits of my life, and may be considered hazardous +to you heath. Some of these things might not seem realistic, but believe me, +they are. This was not meant to be a documentary of my life, but ways in +dealing with things that drive the normal person insane. + + Ok, many people get the impression that most people are normal, and the +only strange things you see are in the movies. Well, movies, or no movies, it +exists in real life. I will just type in some examples of things that I have +happened to me. This shit doesn't normally happen your to your average Joe +Shmoe. + Strange things happen in life that make your mind jump out of its +skull, and the main way to control this is through thought. Sometimes it is +very difficult to understand the way others think, if they are off the wall +type people. You try to put yourself in their body, and relate to them, but +just can't seen to find a connection. I have had this problem not just with my +x-girlfriend, but with many other people. I have considered being a part time +pshycologist, but I can't hack the schooling. I will now give examples of +brain disorders, and try to reason them out. + +.... I was talking to a Jehovah's witness lady a many months ago when my +X-girl got involved in them, and she believed that SATAN talked through +heavy-metal albums, and could enter her house. She also was explaining to me +the times in which she had certain items in her house move and a "phantom" was +playing her piano, and throwing glasses around the house.. This is supposedly +because she is a "witness" and they are the only religion as far as she is +concered. This lady was fucking 52 years old or so. Totally mature, and adult +by normal eyes. No one would EVER suspect her to be such a fuck-up, and in +need of help. + +REASON: This all deals with religious corruption (my #1st phile!). People +warp their minds in this sort of state, but in order to become like this, they +are VERY impressionable. Their mind is like play-dough, and can be made into +vertially anything the person that controls them would like to see out of them. +They are in search for guidance. + +DEALING WITH IT: You have to realize that they are mentally instable, and it +is VERY difficult to help this type of person, since they are normally very +hard to reach mentally. They are in a dream state, and until they wake up, +there is no talking to them. + +.... My x-girlfriend wanted to go back out with me AFTER having turned into a +Jehovah's Witness, which caused us to break up because of their anti-sex +beliefs and etc..etc.. She was once a heavy-metal (almost satanic) type girl, +that normall wouldd wear next to nothing each and every day, and would be +hornier than any mortal person on earth. Meanwhile, as I had suspected, she +had gotten another boyfriend, and was busy getting herself pregnant [3] times +in [3] months! (She had been pregnant 1 time before all this happened also). +When I went out with her, she was on the pill which made things perfect, but +JW's don't believe in that, not that they don't believe in sex either.. This +is something that couldn't have been overcome from her mental-problem since we +are talking about a lifestyle and something that she loved from when she was a +tot, or should I say twot? A normal day would be fucking 3 times at least, and +this was each day for a year. I must have done something right there! I +finally realized that I was playing with fire once again, and bitched her out, +and got rid of her again. She then went back to the ugly bastard, and that was +that. She said "We are going different ways". I told her she goes different +ways EACH DAY! She is not the same person that I ever knew nor went out with, +and I used to be upset about it, and driven insane by the fact that all this +happened, but now I realize it was just a mear "Touch of Love" from one that +will always be a nomadic minded wanderer. + +DEALING WITH IT: You have to say to yourself, that there is nothing you can do +when the person doesn't want to help themselves, and has a history of this sort +of thing. There are more normal people out in the world, and it is rediculous +to pull yourself into their problems and shit that they get themselves into. + + + + I am not going to tell you these are the only things that have happened +to me, nor am I going to say they are the last thing, but each takes a toll on +a persons head after awhile. I got into some serious alcohol, and was just +plain out of it in many ways for along time. No one likes to admit that +someone they care about is fucked up in the head, but I can finally say that. +There are many others out there that can treat you the same, or better, and +don't have the psycological hangups that these people do. Living in a world of +dreams if FUN, and GREAT, but the main thing is you must realize what is real +and possible, and what isn't. + + The mind is an interesting thing. It can control your personality, +your feelings, emotions, ways you act, and habbits. It even creates your +dreams at night. It is the most powerful organ in your body as far as control +of yourself goes. Drinking alot effects your brain, and it does some wild +things to you. The next step from your brain and thoughts is your inner soul, +or what you might call "yourself". It is sort of like a program that your mind +follows throughout life. Your abilities to see others in your own little ways, +judgeing what looks sexy to you, reading peoples minds, detecting hurt +feelings, and even creating your own likes and dislikes. You would think that +the soul talks to the mind since each individual is different in their own way. +Problems arrise when people can't understand each other. They can't get a grip +on the way another person is, and just can't accept it. That is the wrong way +of thinking. Can you blame yourself for the way you are? Just think that +someone else could LOVE something the same way you do, but just not the same +thing. These are almost like instints given to us at birth from the man +upstairs. Don't you think it is strange that never having sex, and then +deciding to have it, you know EXACTLY how to do it, and how everything works? + Also, what about the feelings that pass through the bodies while having +sex. It is almost like a brain-chain, and you can feel the love and the +feeling the other has durring the time. The mind is SO powerful, it can even +cause destruction of yourself.. Either by suicide, or by substance abuse. +Imagine a force strong enough to cause involuntary death of ones self. +Sometimes you have to leave your body, and look from the outside, and take a +good look at yourself, and say what the FUCK is going on!?! It is good to be +able to understand others, and at the same time analyze yourself. Unfortunalty +the mind sometimes creates illusions that cloud up your thoughts, and if you +can't see through the fog, you will be lost forever. This is a very comment +type of psychological problem. Sometimes, I can even play head-games with my X +when I saw her once in awhile. That is how messed up things get. + + Well, I will continue this topic of discussion in my book. I had better put +the BBS back up before it is missed. By the way, I did this under the +influence of alcohol, and even WORSE, KING DIAMOND! ahh, hehehe. Well, I hope +this was as mind opening for you as it was for me, and hope you all have great +success in fucking girls as I have. Its not quanity, but quality! Don't +forget about the thing that sits behind their skull either, or you might REALLY + +get HEAD-FUCKED! Not too fun. + +,.//';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./',./';,.'/',,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./ + +CUMMING ATTRACTIONS: I am working on philes on more bizzare sex +stories/crimes, destruction files, and a professional modified GUIDE TO GOOD +HEAD FROM LIQUOR BOTTLES! Beer gets head all the time if you don't know what +you are doing. I guess I will have my hands full on the next SEX story, and it +WILL have a plot, and will be fairly long and detailed to the last moan and +groan out of the vocal chords! BEWARE.. Turn off your copy buffers.. IT WILL +BE REALEASED SOON!! + +,./';,./';,./';,./',./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,.'/';,./';,.'/ + + Call some of these great minds turning systems.. + +WEATHER STATION (homebase of M.Mafia) : [301] 661-9355 BBS/AE +TERMINAL OBESSION : [301] 525-9978 BBS/AE +FINAL FRONTIER : [301] 947-4404 and [301] 947-4488 +NO BULLSHEET : [216] 521-6835 BBS/AE +S.O.B. : [216] 235-6613 BBS/AE + +,./',./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,./';,.,/ + +"A bloody cunt is a real drag!" + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/interace.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/interace.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c958bc18 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/interace.txt @@ -0,0 +1,579 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards,soc.couples,alt.romance +From: rcmarab@athena.mit.edu (He Whose Name Is Not Spoken) +Subject: Interracial Relationship Results +Date: 1 Feb 1993 19:57:48 GMT +Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology +Message-ID: <1kjvbsINN8dl@senator-bedfellow.MIT.EDU> +Lines: 571 + +Due to server problems at MIT, I do not know if this posting ever made it to +where it was suppossed to go. Here it is. Send email or post your comments. + +{Original Message Now Follows:} + +Thank you to those who took the time to document their experiences with +interracial relationships and how interactions with friends, parents, +etc. were affected. I've included several of the postings I've received +either by email or on the net, and I'll leave it to you to form your own +conclusions. Basically, most people's experiences seem to have been +postive but I'm sure that those who feel such relationships are "wrong" +would, of couse, not have felt inclined to respond. As I promised, I +have removed the usernames and any personal references from each account +to protect people's privacy. + +My original posting, sent to alt.sex.wizards, soc.couples, and +soc.romance, mentioned something about stereotypes that threw a lot of +people off as to what my actual question was. As a result, especially +in alt.sex.wizards, many people were confused about what exactly I was +looking for. I hope that confusion was cleared up. + +The response to this was overwhelming. In addition to the personal +testaments, I got suggestions on books to read, a magazine subscription, +and news on a support group meeting somewhere in California (exact +location escapes me right now). In fact, I went ahead and sent that +same posting to alt.sex, soc.men, soc.women, and alt.party to see what +other responses I get. As I receive those, I'll be sure to pass them +along to you as well. + +As one of the respondents said, + +> There should be a newsgroup alt.romance.inter-racial. It's difficult +> to give an answere to this in under 20 pages. :-) + +Hmm... Feel free to send email with your comments or questions. + +------------------------------------ + +Although I'm normally more attracted to womem of my own race (I'm white) +I once had sex with a Korean girl who also was (and still is +fortunately) a close friend. I think for me it's just a matter of taste +and has nothing to do with races. I'd have trouble having sex with many +white girls too just becaus e they don't turn me on. That does not mean +I can not have a good relationship (as in friend) with them of course. +So, for me I just judge someone's attractiveness by looking at her, +without regard of race. It's just that I find white girls more +attractive most of the time (although I know quite a few exceptions :-). + +-------------------------------------- + +i am a white canadian. he is a black nigerian. more info is available +if you are interested. i will just say now that people pay lip service +to all people being one and stuff like that, and they claim to have +friends of all ethnic origins, but heaven help the person who entertains +the notion (let alone acts on it!) of being attracted to someone whose +skin color differs from yours. + +-------------------------------------- + +it's the same as intraracial sex. + +people are people. + +------------------------------------- + +Inter-racial? In my experience, there have been skilled and unskilled, +regardless of skin colour. + +Inter-cultural? That's the real question. Women from the Orient and +Africa seem to be so repressed, they simply don't believe they are +supposed to enjoy sex. I dated a Japanese woman, once. Let's just say +that in the time I knew her, she learned enough to intimidate the hell +out of the average Japanese male, and she would seem very demanding, +back home. + +North American women are a pretty pathetic lot, all in all. However, +most are willing to learn given a loving environment and one needs +lots of patience. However, French-Canadian women are great! + +Over in Europe, French women are fabulous. However, the best, most +agressive and least inhibited are from Northern Europe. Holland, +Northern Germany and Scandinavia seem to produce women with a real +love of sex and, I must admit, I've been quite intimidated, at times. + +Just my 2 bits, worth. + +------------------------------------ + +Hi - I have had few sexual encounters with black men (I'm white female) +and++0mo st were positive. One difference about black men I noticed was +that they're a bit rougher and less romantic when it comes to the sexual +act itself when compared to white men. I hope this helps, let me know +if you have any other questions. + +------------------------------------ + +I'm a 21 year old, half Mexican, half White female who is currently in +an interracial relationship. Ever since I started dating (at 16) I've +been in interracial relationships. I've been with the same guy for +almost 3 years now and we really haven't experienced any racial +problems. I guess maybe because it's so common around here (Oakland). +Of course, we sometimes get those "looks" when we walk down the street +together or show affection for eachother in public, but we've never been +approached by anyone who dissapprovedof our relationship. + +As far as my family goes....well, my dad didn't really approve of my +dating african-american males at first. He use to have the attitude +about having a lot of black friends, but when one got with his daughter, +then it was a whole different situation. I think maybe it had a little +to do with the "types" of guys I dated. They didn't exactly treat me +how I should've been treated, but that goes for all races and my dad +just couldn't see that. He stereotyped from the start. Now, he's +really changed his ideas about it. He absolutely loves my boyfriend, +they get along great. (sometimes, he even picks HIS side if we have an +argument!!) I think he realized that I wasn't going to change who I +date just to make him happy, so there was nothing else he could do but +accept it. The rest of my family never had a problem with my dating +inter- racially. My boyfriend has met several relatives of mine and +they all love him. + +------------------------------------ + +I'm a white male who about 13 years ago became involved with a Black +girl and I'll "briefy" :-) give you some details. + +She was the sister of a girl that I worked with and sparks flew as soon +as we saw each other. I had moved south from a nothern white suburb and +had had few experiences with black people mainly because of where I +lived. I was in school and working at the time and where I worked I +made freinds with black people and never considered race an issue but I +was nieve and would learn the hard way that ignorance and bigotry from +both sides was and is very apparent. + +After a long time I finally asked her out and she seemed pleasently +stunned. She was beautifull, funny, smart and I really felt that we could +have been headed to a long term relationship of even more. I have to +admit that I had always sort of had a hidden fantasy about having sex +with a black girl but this went far beyond that. + +My parents, athough they are not racists, didn't like it. They were very +nice to her and really seemed to like her but they felt I sould be +dating white girls and that I was asking for trouble. Her parents were +actually more receptive and her grandmother and I really hit it off. We +dated for several weeks and were totally blind as to what was happening +around us. There was a strong phsical attraction between us that I have +never felt since. There was also a true freindship . + +Ironically many of the problems we would encounter were from Black +people not white people. The first incident was after we left a movie +and a group of black guys sort of harrassed us for a while. In +retrospect I really don't think they were doing anything more than +trying to scare us and having what they considered to be fun but we were +both young and it was very disturbing at the time. I started getting +phone calls at work saying the "Black Panthers" were going to get me if +I didn't stop seeing her (I would learn later that the Black Panthers no +longer existed ). One day when I was working, an older white women who I +didn't know asked me why with all the pretty white girls around did I +need to date a black girl, I was speachless. She and I were quite +affectionate to one another and one day after a long goodbye kiss a +customer compained to the manager about that white guy who likes black +girls. + +In the end we both were too young to deal with the pitfalls that come +with interracial dating. We started noticing the stares and wondering if +we were being followed . I now know that most of our fears were +unfounded and we were imagining alot of things but we were 19 and 18 +respectfully and at that age dealing with those kinds of things is just +tough. For a while we tried going out in public less but we both +realized that we coulden't go on the ways things were. She eventually +went away to school and we got together a few times while we were both +in school but we evetually grew apart and the last I heard from her she +was married and working as a building manager in Washington DC. + +I still think of her often and wish I could have met her at a time when +I could have dealt with it better. I've since fallen in love and married +(a white girl) but she will always hold a special place with me. + +------------------------------------ + +I am 19 years old and have been living the states ever since I was a +baby. I am originally from India and have very orthodox parents. They +believe in arrange marriages etc. I have been dating a guy who is a +Mormon for the past year though out of the year he has been on his +mission for the past 5 months and still has 19 more left before he gets +back to see me again. While he is on his mission he can not date other +girls and we are practically engaged. My parents don't have the +knowledge of as to what has been going on. His parents love the idea +that we want to get married when he returns from his mission. His +community has accepted us as one. Its the Indian community that has +been having a hard time to accept us and they have not been talking to +me ever since I started going out with him. What I feel is the his +community accepts the relationship with a more open mind as compared to +mine. + +------------------------------------ + +In my experience (she's from India, I'm caucasian), it hasn't been a +problem. Over the holidays we went and visited just about every family +member I have, and we experienced nothing out of the ordinary. Of +course, I'm fortunate in that my family is far from the uptight, +narrow-minded bigot type. Our ages may also have something to do with it +(late 20s - early 30s); when teenagers get involved interracially +parents sometimes see it as some sort of rebellion statement as opposed +to a real relationship. + +There's a fairly decent book on this subject called "Different Worlds" +which I found at the local library. Although aimed at teenagers, it +gives a good idea of what life can be like for an interracial couple. + +------------------------------------ + +Here are some comments from a "veteran": + +My husband and I met 8 years ago while attending school in Chicago. Far +from the "forbidden fruit" nonsense of "Jungle Fever", we were friends +first and discovered that we had a great deal in common. Once we were +"officially" dating, my mother was very accepting and my father freaked. +Every time my mother or I mentioned [my boyfriend], he clammed up or +changed the subject. This kind of surprised me, because if you looked +past the color difference, him and my father were alike in a lot of +ways. We were engaged for a year before we told my parents (my brother +knew, as did our friends) and my dad's eyes bugged. I don't recall that +he said much at the time. The good news is that, as the wedding +approached, he came to terms with it, and we had a GORGEOUS wedding. +The two of them get along very well and do "guy stuff" (usually car +related) when we visit. I think if the parent/child relationship is +basically solid, and the parents' attitudes toward other groups are not +too twisted, the parent will eventually come around. In my father's +case, I think he was more worried about his daughter having a "hard +life" than anything else. My mother's family was always pretty +accepting, but my father's brother feels this is a major blot upon the +family name and has kept it a secret from his adult children. My +husband's family has also been accepting. + +As far as our lives now, most of the time we do not even think about the +fact that there is something "different" about us. We were even snubbed +by the Oprah Winfrey show--they were doing a show on "whether people +should marry their own kind" and rejected us because we didn't have +enough problems. (But a Ukranian-Belgian couple apparently WAS +interesting enough!) + +To add to the "lit review", there is a magazine called "Interrace" which +is available in some newsstands (or you can subscribe). + +I wonder if there is enough interest in this subject to start a +newsgroup...this is really the first place I have seen it mentioned. + +One final note...I think the best proof of how supportive my parents +have become is their WONDERFUL reaction to the news that we are +expecting our first child in July. + +------------------------------------ + +My experience: I've dated black, jewish, and korean women. I am hispanic +(chicano). I've had three long-term relationships (1+ years) with two +black women, one which lead to marriage and divorce. No racial issues +involved in the divorce. My parents are "inter-racial" too. Mother is +very fair, blond from central Texas, and my father, very dark Yaqui +indian features, inches from the Mexican Border. + +The Parents (Family) Issue: Depending on whether you value the opinions +of your family, this may or may not be an issue. Since there are two +sets of families involved, chances are that this is an issue. And +chances are that at least one side of the family will not be supportive. +And the true issue is support, not approval. I've learned that +relationships that lead to marriage benefit from the support of both +families. However it is not essential nor required; only "benefitial". + +The Friends Issue: For the first time, both of you may see an uglier +side of your friends that you never saw before. Luckily, my experience +(and from what I've observed of others) this is not a big deal. No +point in having friends that are jerks anyway. + +The Cultural Issue: Actually, this isn't much different than developing +the same skills as an international traveler would have. You stop +pre-judging, you assimilate somethings and put up with others. This is +no different with learning to deal with another person's personal habits +(toilet seat, dirty clothes, snoring, purchasing habits, etc.). + +The Expectations Issue: This is how each of you perceives your role in a +deep relationship. I suggest you figure this one out fast. + +The Environment Issue: What part of the country are you from? What part +of the city are you from? Learn which streets are safer to walk down +together as a couple. I've undergone teasing and taunting from each +race in some parts of Boston. Society is getting better, but it isn't +perfect. + +-------------------------------------- + +First of all, you have to put up with very different reactions from +friends. NONE of my boyfriend's friends wanted to hang around us when +we were going out. That effected our sex lifes indirectly. + +Some things that directly effected sex were: + +-- different cultural attitudes towards sex and different social +constructs meant our approaches to sex were very different. In fact, +I'd say that's what lead to our breakup. We just couldn't communicate +sexually in a way that we could both understand each other. I think now +things would be different because we've both learned how to communicate +better. However, now we are hundreds of miles apart. + +-- Different skin texture. It was *the* most amazing thing for me the +first time I ran my hands over his body. + +-------------------------------------- + +Well with me it was very difficult. I am black and my SO is Mexican. +As far as culture is concerned we are almost completely opposite. I was +born and raised in So Central and went to Washington HS, one of the +rowdiest HS there, and she lived in the majority mexican populated +Southgate where she attended a private all girls HS. + +I met her in college. We have been together almost 3 yrs now (a few +break ups but still about 3 yrs).... + +Well anyways, her parents hated the idea of it, they even wanted to beat +me up at first. She has four BIG older brothers. She is the baby and +only girl, so that added to the frustrations. Her mom speaks no english +and that made things difficult. + +The first time I went over noone spoke to me, everyone just walked by me +and did not even acknowledge my existence, and then one day I felt +really bold so I when i came over i walked right up to her mom said HOLA +and kissed her right on the cheek with a gentle hug. She freaked out +and turned red.... + +Later I found out that she had liked it... It made her feel special, +like a mom... so from then on everyone spoke to me and greeted me and I +kiss her mom all the time, and the times that I dont she lets me know +the next time I see her. She speaks a little english now and I am +starting to understand a little spanish so things are evening out. + +There have been some serious times though.... MY SO and I went to Magic +Mountain once recently and I got so many stairs and looks... One young +black woman walked up to me in line and said, " YOU NEED KNOWLEDGE OF +SELF, MY BROTHER!!!!" real loud. I had nothing to say, all I could do +was watch her walk away and think about how ignorant she was. I am not +with my girl because I was looking for a mexican or anything, we met, +we talked, we got along, we got close... isn't that how it is supposed to +happen.... well it did.... + +-------------------------------------- + +Hmmm....Well, I for one am curious, too. A couple months ago, i met +this girl through the net. I'm in Canada, and she's in Pittsburg, I'm +Caucasian and she's Chinese. Well, we got along great! I, for one +don't have a problem with the interracial thing, and neither did she. +Actually, I don't think anyone I talked to thought anything of it, +including my roomates and my parents. The only people who did have a +problem with it were her parents and they told her that they didn't +think it was a good thing for us to be getting involved. So she +respects her parents a lot, and ..... (long story) ... now we're +friends. Maybe this isn't what you were looking for but it's the only +one that I've had (yet). As for interactions between the two of us, we +used the network talk program and were able to talk to each other for +hours (many) at a time. I spent about 4 or 5 hours a day talking to +her, for about a month. (Before exams). + +I'm wondering what kind of reaction people will give regarding this as +it's something that I've been thinking *a lot* about ever since the +LJBF. + +-------------------------------------- + +I'm Oriental, and my husband is Caucasian. His parents have no problems +with me, but my parents just about threw a fit before kicking me out and +disowning me. Go figure. + +Interestingly enough, I have a friend in the same situation (oriental +vs. caucasian), and her parents (well, ok -- her dad) disowned her too. + +-------------------------------------- + +I am a white male, 24, and have been going steady with a Japanese girl, +28, for almost a year now. During this year she has spent about 7 weeks +with me at my parents house, and there have been no significant problems. + +-------------------------------------- + +Not sure why I'm answering but since I've only dated black men and +eventually married a black man I figured I'd throw my 2 cents in. + +I am a woman with a Puerto Rican mother and Italian/Irish father... +quite the mixture to start out. I was raised to be prejudiced, but when +I was old enough to realize everyone was the same, basically, things +changed. I dated both black and white men but always for some reason +felt (and still do) more attracted to black men. I honestly believe it's +because I grew up where there were more blacks than whites. + +My parents had a hard time dealing with this 'problem' and I got all the +lectures of how I was 'lowering' myself and would probably end up being +beaten...it's funny, because all my sisters married white men and 3 out +of 4 ended their marriages because of physical abuse.. I am no longer +married but it was for different reasons. My mother got to the point +where she told me she had rather see me with a 'white bum' than a black +man...the man she complained about me seeing at this time is now a +policeman with a college education and also has a private pilots +license, so color doens't matter. My father wasn't any different, he +used to go and see my boyfriend's father and try to talk him into +speaking to his son so he would 'leave' me alone...they just didn't +realize we cared about each other... we dated 5 years and then grew +apart. + +As for my friends, well, lost some, gained some, but those who were +geninuely my friends didn't care...it was my life... + +When I first started dating black men and we were out somewhere I would +swear they were staring but I think it was me being uncomfortable. We +did run into problems sometimes, but only one verbal confrontation was +when a group of rowdie, drunk white 'boys' called me a 'nigger lover.' +I just kept walking but it was hard for my boyfriend to keep quiet..even +though there was only 2 of us and about 6 of them! + +I say nothing is different, black men talk the same, smell the same, +kiss the same...like that one person said 'we're all black when the +lights go out'. + +I have a daughter as the result of my marriage...I won't care who she +marries or has a relationship with as long as she is treated with +respect and he is deserving of her. + +-------------------------------------- + +I've been dating this sikh indian girl (asian, of course) for over 5 +years. This year we have plans on getting married since I will be done +with my education. The only people who know about us, on her side of +the family, is her only sister and a cousin in California. + +Telling a sikh girl's parents that the person she's going to marry is an +american is a death wish, for all involved. I'm not sure her parents +are at all understanding, for if they were we would have told them by +now. + +I guess the thing which bothers me the most is that her parents have +decided to come to america over 15 years ago. They are not strong in +their religious beliefs, but they have very stong feelings on who their +daughter will marry. Stubborn, yes. Racist, yes. Will they accept me, +probably not, but who knows. If they do, they gain a son, else, they +lose a daughter. + +-------------------------------------- + +I thought I'd send you my personal experience regarding interracial +relationships. I am a white male and my wife is black (Carribean-Canadian). + +We have been married for about six and a half years and we dated for +about nine months prior to getting married. For the most part, there +really haven't been any problems due to any racial difference. We +really don`t see the colour difference any more than two people with +different hair colour see a difference. Yea, there is a difference, and +yea, we can make jokes with each other which really pokes fun at the +stereotypes rather than each other. + +My parents didn't have any great problems with me dating a black girl +(she was not the first), but when it started to appear serious, my mother +became quite upset. I found this very confusing as I had felt that my +father would be more inclined to have a problem with this and I had always +been closer to my mother. Push came to shove when I wanted to take her +to my cousin's wedding. The wedding was being held in in a small town +and most of the bride's family was from the small town and my mother felt +that this would cause a problem. I agreed to attend the cerimony alone +and speak to my aunt and uncle about the situation and if they felt there +would be no problem, then she would accompany me to the reception. + +As it turned out, I arrived at the church to see a black woman/white man +couple sitting on the bride's side of the church. This made me very +furious, but I kept my cool. Afterwards, I discussed this with my +relatives and they saw no reason why she should not come. It seemed +that my mother had fears of how her family would react, but they are +very open minded. She is just another member of the family now. + +As for her parents, she has said that her mother doesn't like anybody, +so colour had nothing to do with it. She really didn't get along with +her mother (her father lives in the US), as she was raised by her +grandmother until she was nine years old when she came to Canada to live +with her mother and meet her siblings for the first time. Her +grandmother liked me from the first time we met, which probably upset +her mother even more. Since moving out, she has got along much better +with her mother. + +The only other thing I would like to comment on is the statement I have +heard several times (in magazine interviews or TV talk shows on the +topic of interracial relationships) and its, + +"I don't have a problem with people dating/having sex/marrying if +they are of different races, but I don't think they should have children." + +What a load of horseshit this is! (Please excuse my language) + +I (we) just don't buy the arguement that it is *unfair* to the child, for +whatever reason such as: + + - the child will be teased at school because of it + (the child WILL be teased at school for whatever reason + can be found -- children are mean by nature. The + important thing is to build self-esteem in a child and + prepare him/her for teasing from others for any reason) + + - the child will not have an understanding of his/her roots + (he/she will have a *better* understanding of his/her + roots because his/her roots are more diverse; this will + lead to a child that has a better tolerance for those who + are different) + + - the child will not know what he/she is + (he/she should be raised to be proud of his/her mixed heritage; + here in Canada, the long census forms now have a box for + "other" which allows one to state what they consider their + cultural/racial/ethnic background is) + +I should add that we have a three and a half year old son. He will be +starting school next fall and don't expect any problems. There are many +mixed families here in Toronto, and I believe that there is a good +chance that a majority of the class could be mixed children. + +One other note, although we have never run into a confrontation in +public, we do get occasional stares. If we are in a shit-disturbing +mood, we might stare back or say something like, "Take a picture, it +lasts longer". Usually we are in a joking mood and make fun of people +to ourselves (something we have to watch ourselves for now that we have +a "three-year-old instant playback machine"). For instance, if one of +us sees an older white person with a look that could perhaps be scorn +(for all we know, they always look that way) one of us might say to the +other, "Look at that! My daughter has a difficult time finding a +boyfriend and there is a good looking white guy being wasted on a black +girl". It's all in good fun, but it is the sort of thing that is unique +to a mixed relationship. I mean, ours is like any other, but we can at +least enjoy some humour that others wouldn't understand. + +-------------------------------------- + +Other than the fact that nearly every young woman who I have dated in +the last 2 years has been Asian (while I am Caucasian), mostly I hear +the ribbing "What's so bad about 'White' girls?" -- it sure can get to +you after a while.... + +-------------------------------------- + +I've dated two black women. I met her sister (no friction--we got along +fine), but other than that, there were no family meetings involved. My +dad had cautioned me a long time before, when I was dating a Roman +Catholic woman (our home religion was Presbyterianism), that it's risky +dating someone from another religion/race/subculture/ whatever because +different family systems/lifestyles/expectations can cause problems +eventually. None of my friends gave a hoot (even my more conservative +ones), except for one friend who thought it was a bad idea to get mixed +up that intimately with a black woman (he didn't give any specifics). +Black men who saw us together often displayed disapproval or hostility, +or suspicion, which they expressed to the woman, not me. Evidently the +black men felt more betrayed by the black woman who chooses a white man +than by the white man who poaches black women. (so it's arguably more +sexist than racist.) Both women were very attractive, if that matters. +No one ever caused real trouble for us--it was mostly just some strange +or hostile looks in limited cases. Both relationships were in the North +Carolina area. + + +-- + the government's responsible the government's responsible + ================================================================== + | "There Ain't Nothin' Like Hip Hop Music...." | + | | + | The ReaL RoD-MaN a.k.a. DJ Prime a.k.a. rcmarab@athena.mit.edu | + | | + | *Get Off Your Ass And Get Informed!* | + | | + | HE WHOSE NAME IS NOT SPOKEN speaks for noone but himself. | + ================================================================== + the government's responsible the government's responsible diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/kamasut.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/kamasut.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0c5c3760 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/kamasut.txt @@ -0,0 +1,913 @@ +(Start) + The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra + ================================ + + By Vatasyayana + + +Source: "The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra" +------ (Translated by Indra Sinha) + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- + +Lying Down Positions: +-------------------- + +Indrani draws up both her knees +until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts; +her feet find her lover's armpits. +Small girls love this posture, +but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice. + + +She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms, +spreads wide her thighs, +and digs in her heels besides her hips, +while you caress her breasts: +this is "Utphallaka" (The Flower in Bloom). + + +Grasping the ankles +of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks +are like two ripe gourds, +raise her beautiful thighs +and spread the thigh-joints widely. + +Full of desire, saying sweet words, +approach her with your body stiff as a pole +and drive straight forward +to pierce her lotus and join your limbs: +experts call it "Madandhvaja" (The Flag of Cupid). + + +Catch hold of her two feet, +raising them till they press upon her breasts +and her legs form a rough circle. +Clasp her neck and make love to her: +this is "Ratisundara" (Aphrodite's Delight). + + +Lift the lady's feet until her soles +lie perfectly parallel, +one to each side of her slender throat, +cup her breasts and enjoy her: +this technique is "Uthkanta" (Throat-high). + + +Your lovely wife, lying on the bed, +grasps her own feet +and draws them up until they reach her hair; +you catch her breasts and make love: +this is "Vyomapada" (Sky-foot). + + +The round-thighed woman on the bed +grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet; +you strike her to the root, kissing +and slapping open-palmed between her breasts: +this is "Markata" (The Monkey). + + +She lies flat on her back, +you sit between her parted knees, raise them, +hook her feet over your thighs, +catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her: +this is "Manmathpriya" (Dear to Cupid). + + + +Lying-down Positions - Samputa Group: +------------------------------------ + +If your penis is too small for a woman, +the "Samputa" group of postures should be used: +"Samputa" (the Jewel Case), +"Pidita" (the Squeeze), "Veshtita (the Entwined) +and "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick). + + +In Samputa your legs lie along hers +caressing their whole length from toes to thighs. +Your lover may be below you, +or you may both lie on your sides, +in which case she should always be on your left. + + +In Pidita the lovers' thighs +are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm. +In Veshtita she crosses her thighs +or rolls each one inward, +thus greatly strengthening her yoni's grip. + + +When, like a mare cruelly gripping +a stallion, your lover +traps and milks your penis with her vagina, +it is "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick), +which can only be perfected with long practice. + + +When she uses it, a woman +should cease to kiss her lover +and simply hold the lock. +Courtesans are adept at Vadavaka, +and it's a speciality with ladies from Andhra(*). + + *The South-Eastern state of India. + + + +>From The Medieval Texts: +----------------------- + +When lovers, with legs stretched rigid +and feet caressing feet, +make love according to their hearts' desire, +"tantra" scholars call it "Sampada" (Equal Feet) +and agree it is a way to ecstasy. + + +Stiff as a pole in the bed's center, +she lies making love, +cooing and warbling like a woodpigeon, +the jewel of her clitoris well-polished: +this is Mausala" (the Pestle). + + +When she lies on her back +with her two thighs pressed tightly together +and you make love to her, +keeping your thighs outside hers, +it is "Gramya" (the Rustic). + + +If, encircling and trapping +her thighs with yours, +you grip so hard that she cries out in pain, +it is "Ratipasha" (Love's Noose), +a device most charming to the ladies. + + +Her limbs, entwined in yours +like tendrils of fragrant jasmine creeper, +draw taut and slowly relax +in the gentle rhythm of linga and yoni: +this is "Lataveshta" (the Clinging Creeper). + + +She draws her limbs together, +clasping her knees tightly to her breasts, +her yoni, like an opening bud, +offered up for pleasure: +this is known as "Mukula" (the Bud). + + +When she draws up her knees +and you clamp yours about her raised thighs, +trapping them in a tight knot +while riding saddle upon her buttocks +and kissing her, it is "Shankha" (the Couch). + +----------------------------------------------------- +Sitting Positions: +----------------- + +Seated, mouth to mouth, +arms against arms, thighs against thighs: +this is "Kaurma" The Tortoise). +If the lovers' thighs, still joined, are raised, +it is "Paravartita" (Turning). + + +If within the cave of her thighs +you sit rotating your hips like a black bee, +it is "Markata" (The Monkey). +And if, in this pose, you turn away from her, +it is "Marditaka" (Crushing Spices). + + +She sits with raised thighs, +her feet placed either side of your waist; +"linga" (penis) enters "yoni" (vagina); +you rain hard blows upon her body: +this is "Kshudgaga" (Striking). + + +When your wife sits +with both knees drawn tight to her body +and you mirror this posture, +it is known to experts in the art of love +as "Yugmapada" (The Foot Yoke). + + +Seated erect, the lovely girl +folds one leg to her body +and stretches the other along the bed, +while you mirror her actions: +this is "Yugmapada" (The Feet Yoke). + + +If, with left leg extended, +she encircles your waist with her right leg, +laying its ankle across her left thigh, +and you do the same, +it is "Svastika" (The Swastika)*. + + + *An ancient good-luck talisman based on the symbolism of a + cross whirling sun-wise. The Nazis used it the wrong way + round, whirling widdershins, and the Indian pundits + always said this was sacrilegious and would doom them. + + +Sitting face to face in bed, +her breasts pressed tight against your chest, +let each of you lock heels +behind the other's waist, +and lean back clasping one another's wrists. + +Now, set the swing gently in motion, +your beloved, in pretended fear, +clinging to your body with her flawless limbs, +cooing and moaning with pleasure: +this is "Dolita" (The Swing). + + +If, seated face to face, +your toes caress the lovely woman's nipples, +her feet press your chest +and you make love holding each other's hands +it is "Kaurma" (The Tortoise). + + +Seated, the lady raises +one foot to point vertically over her head +and steadies it with her hands, +offering up her "yoni" for lovemaking: +this is "Mayura" (the Peacock). + + +If, sitting facing her, +you grasp her ankles and fasten them like a chain +behind your neck, and she +grips her toes as you make love, +it is the delightful "Padma" (the Lotus). + + +Sitting erect, grip your lover's waist +and pull her on to you, +your loins continuously leaping together +with a sound like the flapping of elephants' ears: +this is "Kirtibandha" (the Knot of Fame). + + +Kneeling between her thighs, +tickle her breasts and under her arms, +call her 'my lovely darling' +and print deep nailmarks around her nipples: +thus "Jaya" (Victory) is expounded. + + +Rear-Entry Positions: +-------------------- + +She bends well forward and grips +the bedstead, her buttocks raised high; +cup your hands to serpents' hoods +and squeeze her jar-shaped (sic) breasts together: +this is "Dhenuka" (the Milch Cow). + + +If you mount her like a dog, +gripping her waist, +and she twists round to gaze into your face, +experts in the art of love say +it is "Svanaka" (the Dog). + + +If the lady, eager for love, +goes on all fours, humping her back like a doe, +and you enjoy her from behind, +rutting as though you'd lost all human nature, +it is "Hirana" (the Deer). + + +When, with lotus-feet +set well-apart on the ground, she bends, +placing a hand upon each thigh, +and you take her from the rear, +it is "Gardabha" (the Ass). + + +If she lies on her stomach +and you seize her ankles in one hand, +lift them high and make love, +tilting her chin back with your other hand, +it is "Marjara" (the Cat). + + +She lies on her front, +grasping her ankles in her own hands +and pulling them up behind her: +this difficult posture is known to experts +as "Mallaka" (the Wrestler). + + +When your mistress (sic) lays +breasts, arms and forehead to the carpet, +raising her buttocks high, +and you guide your penis into her yoni, +it is "Aibha" (the Elephant). + + +You lift her ankles high; +she draws up +and extends her legs as though she were +crawling through the air: +this is "Hastika" (the Elephant). + + +She stands on palms and feet; +you stand behind her +and lift one of her feet to your shoulder, +enjoying the lovely girl: +this is "Traivikrama" (the Stride). + + +Seize her feet and lift them high +(like a wheel barrow), +drive your penis into her yoni +and pleasure her with vigorous strokes: +this is "Kulisha" (the Thunderbolt). + + +You kneel, as in archery, +take her on your lap +and bend her forward till her breasts +are pressed to her thighs: +this is "Ekabandha" (One Knot). + + +Lying on her side, facing away, +the fawn-eyed girl +offers you her buttocks +and your penis penetrates the house of love: +this is "Nagabandha" (the Elephant). + + + +Standing Positions: +------------------ + +And now for the love postures +with which sculptors adorn our temple walls. +When a couple make love standing, +or leaning against a wall or a pillar, +it is called "Sthita" (Steadied). + + +When the woman sits in her lover's +cradled hands, her arms around his neck, +thighs gripping his waist, +her feet pushing back and forth against a wall, +it is "Avalambitaka" (Suspended). + + +When, catching and crushing your lover +in the cage of your arms, +you force her knees apart with yours +and sink slowly into her, +it is "Dadhyayataka" (Churning Curds). + + +When she leans against a wall, +planting her feet as widely apart as possible, +and you enter the cave +between her thighs, eager for lovemaking, +it is "Sammukha" (Face-to-face). + + +If, as you lean against the wall, +your lady twines her thighs around yours, +locks her feet to your knees, +and clasps your neck, making love +very passionately, it is "Dola" (the Swing). + + +When your lover draws up one leg, +allowing the heel +to nestle just behind your knee, +and you make love, embracing her forcefully, +it is "Traivikrama" (the Stride). + + +If you catch one of her knees +firmly in your hand +and stand making love with her +while her hands explore and caress your body, +it is "Tripadam" (the Tripod). + + +If she raises one leg +and you catch hold of her little foot, +caressing her breasts +and telling her how much you love her, +it is "Ekapada" (One Foot). + + +Her foot pressed to your heart, +your arms encircling and supporting her, +lean back against the wall +and enjoy the lovely girl: +this is "Veshta" (the Encircling). + + +She stands against the wall, +lotus-hands on hips, +long, lovely fingers reaching to her navel. +Cup her foot in your palm +and let your free hand caress your angel's limbs. + +Put your arm around her neck +and enjoy her as she leans there at her ease. +Vatsyayana (the author) ans others +who knew the art of love in its great days +called this posture "Tala" (the Palm). + + +If you lean back to a wall +and your lover, clinging to your neck, +places both her feet +in your palms and thus makes love, +this is "Dvitala" (Two Palms). + + +If you lift your lover +by passing your elbows under her knees +and gripping her buttocks +while she hangs fearfully from your neck, +it is "Janukurpara" (the Knee Elbow). + + +Your wife grips your neck +and locks her legs around your waist: +this is "Kirti" (Fame) - a posture +not described in "Kama Sutra" or "Ratirahasya". +Never try it with heavy girls. + +---------------- + +Oral Pleasures -- Fellatio Techniques: +------------------------------------- + +When your lover catches your penis +in her hand and, shaping +her lips to an 'O', lays them lightly to its tip, +moving her head in tiny circles, +this first step is called "Nimitta" (Touching). + + +Next, grasping its head in her hand, +she clamps her lips tightly about the shaft, +first on one side then the other, +taking great care that her teeth don't hurt you: +this is "Parshvatoddashta" (Biting at the Sides). + + +Now she takes the head of your penis +gently between her lips, +by turns pressing, kissing it tenderly +and pulling at its soft skin: +this is "Bahiha-samdansha" (the Outer Pincers). + + +If next she allows the head to slide +completely into her mouth +and presses the shaft firmly between her lips, +holding a moment before pulling away, +it is "Antaha-samdansha" (the Inner Pincers). + + +When, taking your penis in her hand +and making her lips very round, +she presses fierce kisses along its whole length, +sucking as she would at your lower lip, +it is called "Chumbitaka" (Kissing). + + +If, while kissing, she lets her tongue +flick all over your penis +and then, pointing it, strikes repeatedly +at the sensitive glans-tip, +it becomes "Parimrshtaka" (Striking at the Tip). + + +And now, fired by passion, she takes +your penis deep into her mouth, +pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously +as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone: +this is "Amrachushita" (Sucking a Mango). + + +When she senses that your orgasm +is imminent she swallows up the whole penis, +sucking and working upon it +with lips and tongue until you spend: +this is "Sangara" (Swallowed Whole). + + + +Oral Pleasures -- Cunnilingus Techniques: +---------------------------------------- + +With delicate fingertips, +pinch the arched lips of her house of love +very very slowly together, +and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip: +this is "Adhara-sphuritam" (the Quivering Kiss). + + +Now spread, indeed cleave asunder, +that archway with your nose and let your tongue +gently probe her "yoni" (vagina), +with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling: +it becomes "Jihva-bhramanaka" (the Circling Tongue). + + +Let your tongue rest for a moment +in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord's temple +before entering to worship vigorously, +causing her seed to flow: +this is "Jihva-mardita" (the Tongue Massage). + + +Next, fasten your lips to hers +and take deep kisses +>from this lovely one, your beloved, +nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris: +this is called "Chushita" (Sucked). + + +Cup, lift her young buttocks, +let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down +to rotate skilfully in the archway +of the love-god's dwelling and lap her love-water: +this is "Uchchushita" (Sucked Up). + + +Stirring the root of her thighs, +which her own hands +are gripping and holding widely apart, +your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring: +this is "Kshobhaka" (Stirring). + + +Place your darling on a couch, +set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist, +suck hard and let your tongue stir +her overflowing love-temple: +this is called "Bahuchushita" (Sucked Hard). + + +If the pair of you lie side by side, +facing opposite ways, +and kiss each other's secret parts +using the fifteen techniques described above, +it is known as "Kakila" (the Crow). + + + +Role Reversal: +------------- + +During lovemaking, ten types of blows +may be struck with the penis, +but of these only "Upasripta" (Natural), +which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds, +results in full clitoral stimulation. + + +It is a gentle forward stroke +which may be varied for depth and speed, +allowing a subtlety, rhythm +and spontaneity which +the other nine each lack to some degree. + + +If you grasp your penis and move it +in circles inside her yoni, +it is "Manthana" (Churning). +When you strike sharply down into the yoni, +it is "Hula" (the Double-edged Knife). + + +If, when her hips are raised by a pillow, +you strike a rising blow, +it is "Avamardana" (Rubbing). +If you hold your penis pressed breathlessly +to her womb it is "Piditaka" (Pressing). + + +If you withdraw completely +and then strike her violently to the womb, +it is "Nirghata" (the Buffet). +Continuous pressure on one side of her yoni +is "Varahaghata" (the Boar's Blow). + + +If you thrust wildly in every direction, +like a bull tossing its horns, +it is "Vrishaghata" (the Bull's Blow). +Quivering in her yoni is "Chatakavilasa" (Sparrow Sport), +which usually heralds orgasm. + + +The involuntary shuddering of orgasm +is called "Samputa" (the Jewel Case). +But no two women make love quite the same way, +so orchestrate your rhythms +to the moods and colors of each lover's "raga" (emotions). + + +If long lovemaking exhausts you +before your lover has reached her orgasm, +you should allow her +to roll you over your back +and sit astride you, taking initiative. + + +If the posture gives her deep pleasure, +or you enjoy its novelty, +she may transpose into it as a matter of course, +taking great care, however, +not to expel the linga from the temple of love. + + +Consider: she climbs upon you, +the flowers dropping from her tousled hair, +her giggles turning to gasps; +every time she bends to kiss your lips +her nipples pierce your chest. + + +As her hips begin to churn, +her head, flung back, bobs ever faster; +she scratches, pummels you with small fists, +fastens her teeth in your neck, +doing unto you what you've often done unto her. + + +When she takes the man's role, +your lady has the choice +of three famous lovemaking techniques: +"Samdamsha (the Tongs), +"Bhramara" (the Bee) and "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + + +If she uses the Mare's Trick, +gripping your penis with her yoni's vice, +squeezing and stroking it, +holding it inside her for a hundred heart-beats, +it is known as "Samdamsha" (the Tongs). + + +If, drawing up her feet, +she revolves her hips so that your penis +circles deep within her yoni, +you arching your body to help her, +it is "Bhramara" (the Bee). + + +If she now swings her hips +in wide circles and makes figures-of-eight, +swaying upon your body +as though she were riding on a seesaw, +it is "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + + +When her passion has ebbed, +she should rest, bending forward to lay +her forehead upon yours +without disturbing your yoked bodies: +it won't be long before desire stirs again. + + +Catching your penis, the lady +with dark eyes like upturned lotus petals +guides it into her yoni, +clings to you and shakes her buttocks: +this is "Charunarikshita" (Lovely Lady in Control). + + +Enthroned on your penis, +she places both hands on the bed +and makes love, while you +press your two hands to her thudding heart: +this is "Lilasana" (Seat of Sport). + + +She sits upright upon you, +her head thrown back like a rearing mare, +bringing her feet together +on the bed to one side of your body: +this is "Hansabandha" (the Swan). + + +The young woman has one foot +on your heart and the other on the bed. +Bold, saucy women adore this posture, +which is known to the world +as "Upavitika" (the Sacred thread). + + +If, with one of her feet +clasped in your hand +and the second placed upon your shoulder, +your young lady enjoys you, +it is "Viparitaka" (Reversed). + + +If your lover, seated above you +with feet lotus-crossed +and her body held erect and still +makes love to you, +it is known as "Yugmapada" (the Foot Yoke). + + +If she strides you, +facing your feet, +brings both her feet up to your thighs, +and works her hips frantically, +it is known as "Hansa-lila" (Swan Sport). + + +Your lover places one foot +on your ankle, lodges +her other foot just above your knee, +and rides you, swinging and rotating her hips: +this is "Garuda" (Garuda). + + +If you lie flat on your back +with legs stretched out +and your lover sits astride you, facing away +and grasping your feet, +it is called "Virsha" (the Bull). + + +Clasping each other's hands, +you lie sprawled like two starfish making love, +her breasts stabbing your chest, +her thighs stretched out along yours: +this is "Devabandha" (the Coitus of the Gods). + + +Lying upon you, your beloved +moves round like a wheel, +pressing hands one after the other on the bed, +kissing your body as she circles: +experts call this "Chakrabandha" (the Wheel). + + +If, by means of some contraption, +your lover suspends herself above you, +places your linga in her yoni +and pulleys herself up and down upon it, +it is "Utkalita" (the Orissan).** + + +**I must admit that this is kind of far fetched. However, + there is an illustration on the next page depicting this + position and showing two women pulling the woman up!! + + + +Love Potions and Sex Aids +------------------------- + +To Enslave a Lover: +------------------ + +Anoint your penis, before lovemaking, +with honey into which +you have powered black pepper, +long pepper and "datura" (the green thorn apple) - +it will utterly devastate your lady. + + +Leaves caught as they fall from trees +and powdered with peacock-bone +and fragments of a corpse's winding-sheet +will, when dusted lightly +on the penis, bewitch any woman living. + + +If you crush milky chunks of cactus +with sulphur and realgar, +dry the mixture seven times, powder it +and apply it to your penis, +you'll satisfy the most demanding lover. + + +And if, to these powerful ingredients, +you add a monkey's turd, +grind them together and sprinkle the powder +on your unsuspecting lover's head, +she will be your devoted slave for life. + + +To Increase Potency: +------------------- + +Honey-sweetened milk in which +the testicles of a ram +or a goat have been simmered +has the effect, when drunk, +of making a man as powerful as a bull. + + +Pumkin seeds ground with almonds +and sugarcane root, +or with cowhage root and strips of bamboo, +and stirred into honeyed milk, +have the same arousing effect. + + +The sages say that wheat-flour cakes +baked with honey and sugar +and sprinkled with the powdered seeds +of pumpkin and cowhage +give one strength for a thousand women. + + +The yolk of a single sparrow's egg +stirred into rice pudding +that has been thickened with cream, +wild-honey and "ghee" (clarified butter) +has the same invigorating effect. + + + +Enlarging the Penis or "Yoni" (Vagina): +-------------------------------------- + +First rub your penis with wasp stings +and massage it with sweet oil. +When it swells, let it dangle for ten nights +through a hole in your bed, +going to sleep each night on your stomach. + + +After this period use a cool ointment +to remove the pain and swelling. +By this method men ... of insatiable +sexual appetite, manage to keep +their penises enlarged throughout their lives. + + +By applying an ointment made from +crushed barleria leaves +to her "yoni", the elephant (large) woman +can spend at least one night +discovering the delights of being a doe ("small" woman). + + +Likewise the doe can use honey +mixed with powdered roots +of lotus, madder, "sal" (tree of aromatic gum), +the blue lotus and the mongoose plant +to accomodate a stallion for one night. + + +To Cope With Impotence: +---------------------- + +A man who climaxes too swiftly +should arouse his lady +by caressing her clitoris with his fingers +and flooding the well +of her yoni before he enters her. + + +If, during lovemaking, the erection +cannot be sustained because +the man is old, or simply exhausted +he should use the delicate +oral techniques given in an earlier chapter. + + +The man who is utterly unable +to achieve an erection +should pleasure his wife/lover with a phallus +crafted from materials like +gold, silver, copper, iron (!!), ivory or horn. + + +The artificial phallus should be shaped +to your natural proportions. +It will be more arousing for the lady +if the outside is studded +with a profusion of large, smooth nodules. + + +(End) diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/kamasutra.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/kamasutra.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3ea2c17a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/kamasutra.txt @@ -0,0 +1,898 @@ +          The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra            + + + + + + + +Lying Down Positions + +Indrani draws up both her knees +until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts; +her feet find her lover's armpits. +Small girls love this posture, +but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice. + + +She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms, +spreads wide her thighs, +and digs in her heels besides her hips, +while you caress her breasts: +this is "Utphallaka" (The Flower in Bloom). + + +Grasping the ankles +of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks +are like two ripe gourds, +raise her beautiful thighs +and spread the thigh-joints widely. + +Full of desire, saying sweet words, +approach her with your body stiff as a pole +and drive straight forward +to pierce her lotus and join your limbs: +experts call it "Madandhvaja" (The Flag of Cupid). + + +Catch hold of her two feet, +raising them till they press upon her breasts +and her legs form a rough circle. +Clasp her neck and make love to her: +this is "Ratisundara" (Aphrodite's Delight). + + +Lift the lady's feet until her soles +lie perfectly parallel, +one to each side of her slender throat, +cup her breasts and enjoy her: +this technique is "Uthkanta" (Throat-high). + + +Your lovely wife, lying on the bed, +grasps her own feet +and draws them up until they reach her hair; +you catch her breasts and make love: +this is "Vyomapada" (Sky-foot). + + +The round-thighed woman on the bed +grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet; +you strike her to the root, kissing +and slapping open-palmed between her breasts: +this is "Markata" (The Monkey). + + +She lies flat on her back, +you sit between her parted knees, raise them, +hook her feet over your thighs, +catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her: +this is "Manmathpriya" (Dear to Cupid). + + +Lying-down Positions - Samputa Group + +If your penis is too small for a woman, +the "Samputa" group of postures should be used: +"Samputa" (the Jewel Case), +"Pidita" (the Squeeze), "Veshtita (the Entwined) +and "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick). + + +In Samputa your legs lie along hers +caressing their whole length from toes to thighs. +Your lover may be below you, +or you may both lie on your sides, +in which case she should always be on your left. + + +In Pidita the lovers' thighs +are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm. +In Veshtita she crosses her thighs +or rolls each one inward, +thus greatly strengthening her yoni's grip. + + +When, like a mare cruelly gripping +a stallion, your lover +traps and milks your penis with her vagina, +it is "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick), +which can only be perfected with long practice. + + +When she uses it, a woman +should cease to kiss her lover +and simply hold the lock. +Courtesans are adept at Vadavaka, +and it's a speciality with ladies from Andhra(*). + + *The South-Eastern state of India. + + +From The Medieval Texts + +When lovers, with legs stretched rigid +and feet caressing feet, +make love according to their hearts' desire, +"tantra" scholars call it "Sampada" (Equal Feet) +and agree it is a way to ecstasy. + + +Stiff as a pole in the bed's center, +she lies making love, +cooing and warbling like a woodpigeon, +the jewel of her clitoris well-polished: +this is Mausala" (the Pestle). + + +When she lies on her back +with her two thighs pressed tightly together +and you make love to her, +keeping your thighs outside hers, +it is "Gramya" (the Rustic). + + +If, encircling and trapping +her thighs with yours, +you grip so hard that she cries out in pain, +it is "Ratipasha" (Love's Noose), +a device most charming to the ladies. + + +Her limbs, entwined in yours +like tendrils of fragrant jasmine creeper, +draw taut and slowly relax +in the gentle rhythm of linga and yoni: +this is "Lataveshta" (the Clinging Creeper). + + +She draws her limbs together, +clasping her knees tightly to her breasts, +her yoni, like an opening bud, +offered up for pleasure: +this is known as "Mukula" (the Bud). + + +When she draws up her knees +and you clamp yours about her raised thighs, +trapping them in a tight knot +while riding saddle upon her buttocks +and kissing her, it is "Shankha" (the Couch). + + +Sitting Positions + +Seated, mouth to mouth, +arms against arms, thighs against thighs: +this is "Kaurma" The Tortoise). +If the lovers' thighs, still joined, are raised, +it is "Paravartita" (Turning). + + +If within the cave of her thighs +you sit rotating your hips like a black bee, +it is "Markata" (The Monkey). +And if, in this pose, you turn away from her, +it is "Marditaka" (Crushing Spices). + + +She sits with raised thighs, +her feet placed either side of your waist; +"linga" (penis) enters "yoni" (vagina); +you rain hard blows upon her body: +this is "Kshudgaga" (Striking). + + +When your wife sits +with both knees drawn tight to her body +and you mirror this posture, +it is known to experts in the art of love +as "Yugmapada" (The Foot Yoke). + + +Seated erect, the lovely girl +folds one leg to her body +and stretches the other along the bed, +while you mirror her actions: +this is "Yugmapada" (The Feet Yoke). + + +If, with left leg extended, +she encircles your waist with her right leg, +laying its ankle across her left thigh, +and you do the same, +it is "Svastika" (The Swastika)*. + + + *An ancient good-luck talisman based on the symbolism of a + cross whirling sun-wise. The Nazis used it the wrong way + round, whirling widdershins, and the Indian pundits + always said this was sacrilegious and would doom them. + + +Sitting face to face in bed, +her breasts pressed tight against your chest, +let each of you lock heels +behind the other's waist, +and lean back clasping one another's wrists. + +Now, set the swing gently in motion, +your beloved, in pretended fear, +clinging to your body with her flawless limbs, +cooing and moaning with pleasure: +this is "Dolita" (The Swing). + + +If, seated face to face, +your toes caress the lovely woman's nipples, +her feet press your chest +and you make love holding each other's hands +it is "Kaurma" (The Tortoise). + + +Seated, the lady raises +one foot to point vertically over her head +and steadies it with her hands, +offering up her "yoni" for lovemaking: +this is "Mayura" (the Peacock). + + +If, sitting facing her, +you grasp her ankles and fasten them like a chain +behind your neck, and she +grips her toes as you make love, +it is the delightful "Padma" (the Lotus). + + +Sitting erect, grip your lover's waist +and pull her on to you, +your loins continuously leaping together +with a sound like the flapping of elephants' ears: +this is "Kirtibandha" (the Knot of Fame). + + +Kneeling between her thighs, +tickle her breasts and under her arms, +call her 'my lovely darling' +and print deep nailmarks around her nipples: +thus "Jaya" (Victory) is expounded. + + +Rear-Entry Positions + +She bends well forward and grips +the bedstead, her buttocks raised high; +cup your hands to serpents' hoods +and squeeze her jar-shaped (sic) breasts together: +this is "Dhenuka" (the Milch Cow). + + +If you mount her like a dog, +gripping her waist, +and she twists round to gaze into your face, +experts in the art of love say +it is "Svanaka" (the Dog). + + +If the lady, eager for love, +goes on all fours, humping her back like a doe, +and you enjoy her from behind, +rutting as though you'd lost all human nature, +it is "Hirana" (the Deer). + + +When, with lotus-feet +set well-apart on the ground, she bends, +placing a hand upon each thigh, +and you take her from the rear, +it is "Gardabha" (the Ass). + + +If she lies on her stomach +and you seize her ankles in one hand, +lift them high and make love, +tilting her chin back with your other hand, +it is "Marjara" (the Cat). + + +She lies on her front, +grasping her ankles in her own hands +and pulling them up behind her: +this difficult posture is known to experts +as "Mallaka" (the Wrestler). + + +When your mistress (sic) lays +breasts, arms and forehead to the carpet, +raising her buttocks high, +and you guide your penis into her yoni, +it is "Aibha" (the Elephant). + + +You lift her ankles high; +she draws up +and extends her legs as though she were +crawling through the air: +this is "Hastika" (the Elephant). + + +She stands on palms and feet; +you stand behind her +and lift one of her feet to your shoulder, +enjoying the lovely girl: +this is "Traivikrama" (the Stride). + + +Seize her feet and lift them high +(like a wheel barrow), +drive your penis into her yoni +and pleasure her with vigorous strokes: +this is "Kulisha" (the Thunderbolt). + + +You kneel, as in archery, +take her on your lap +and bend her forward till her breasts +are pressed to her thighs: +this is "Ekabandha" (One Knot). + + +Lying on her side, facing away, +the fawn-eyed girl +offers you her buttocks +and your penis penetrates the house of love: +this is "Nagabandha" (the Elephant). + + + +Standing Positions + +And now for the love postures +with which sculptors adorn our temple walls. +When a couple make love standing, +or leaning against a wall or a pillar, +it is called "Sthita" (Steadied). + + +When the woman sits in her lover's +cradled hands, her arms around his neck, +thighs gripping his waist, +her feet pushing back and forth against a wall, +it is "Avalambitaka" (Suspended). + + +When, catching and crushing your lover +in the cage of your arms, +you force her knees apart with yours +and sink slowly into her, +it is "Dadhyayataka" (Churning Curds). + + +When she leans against a wall, +planting her feet as widely apart as possible, +and you enter the cave +between her thighs, eager for lovemaking, +it is "Sammukha" (Face-to-face). + + +If, as you lean against the wall, +your lady twines her thighs around yours, +locks her feet to your knees, +and clasps your neck, making love +very passionately, it is "Dola" (the Swing). + + +When your lover draws up one leg, +allowing the heel +to nestle just behind your knee, +and you make love, embracing her forcefully, +it is "Traivikrama" (the Stride). + + +If you catch one of her knees +firmly in your hand +and stand making love with her +while her hands explore and caress your body, +it is "Tripadam" (the Tripod). + + +If she raises one leg +and you catch hold of her little foot, +caressing her breasts +and telling her how much you love her, +it is "Ekapada" (One Foot). + + +Her foot pressed to your heart, +your arms encircling and supporting her, +lean back against the wall +and enjoy the lovely girl: +this is "Veshta" (the Encircling). + + +She stands against the wall, +lotus-hands on hips, +long, lovely fingers reaching to her navel. +Cup her foot in your palm +and let your free hand caress your angel's limbs. + +Put your arm around her neck +and enjoy her as she leans there at her ease. +Vatsyayana (the author) and others +who knew the art of love in its great days +called this posture "Tala" (the Palm). + + +If you lean back to a wall +and your lover, clinging to your neck, +places both her feet +in your palms and thus makes love, +this is "Dvitala" (Two Palms). + + +If you lift your lover +by passing your elbows under her knees +and gripping her buttocks +while she hangs fearfully from your neck, +it is "Janukurpara" (the Knee Elbow). + + +Your wife grips your neck +and locks her legs around your waist: +this is "Kirti" (Fame) - a posture +not described in "Kama Sutra" or "Ratirahasya". +Never try it with heavy girls. + + +Oral Pleasures -- Fellatio Techniques + +When your lover catches your penis +in her hand and, shaping +her lips to an 'O', lays them lightly to its tip, +moving her head in tiny circles, +this first step is called "Nimitta" (Touching). + + +Next, grasping its head in her hand, +she clamps her lips tightly about the shaft, +first on one side then the other, +taking great care that her teeth don't hurt you: +this is "Parshvatoddashta" (Biting at the Sides). + + +Now she takes the head of your penis +gently between her lips, +by turns pressing, kissing it tenderly +and pulling at its soft skin: +this is "Bahiha-samdansha" (the Outer Pincers). + + +If next she allows the head to slide +completely into her mouth +and presses the shaft firmly between her lips, +holding a moment before pulling away, +it is "Antaha-samdansha" (the Inner Pincers). + + +When, taking your penis in her hand +and making her lips very round, +she presses fierce kisses along its whole length, +sucking as she would at your lower lip, +it is called "Chumbitaka" (Kissing). + + +If, while kissing, she lets her tongue +flick all over your penis +and then, pointing it, strikes repeatedly +at the sensitive glans-tip, +it becomes "Parimrshtaka" (Striking at the Tip). + + +And now, fired by passion, she takes +your penis deep into her mouth, +pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously +as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone: +this is "Amrachushita" (Sucking a Mango). + + +When she senses that your orgasm +is imminent she swallows up the whole penis, +sucking and working upon it +with lips and tongue until you spend: +this is "Sangara" (Swallowed Whole). + + + +Oral Pleasures -- Cunnilingus Techniques + +With delicate fingertips, +pinch the arched lips of her house of love +very very slowly together, +and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip: +this is "Adhara-sphuritam" (the Quivering Kiss). + + +Now spread, indeed cleave asunder, +that archway with your nose and let your tongue +gently probe her "yoni" (vagina), +with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling: +it becomes "Jihva-bhramanaka" (the Circling Tongue). + + +Let your tongue rest for a moment +in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord's temple +before entering to worship vigorously, +causing her seed to flow: +this is "Jihva-mardita" (the Tongue Massage). + + +Next, fasten your lips to hers +and take deep kisses +from this lovely one, your beloved, +nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris: +this is called "Chushita" (Sucked). + + +Cup, lift her young buttocks, +let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down +to rotate skilfully in the archway +of the love-god's dwelling and lap her love-water: +this is "Uchchushita" (Sucked Up). + + +Stirring the root of her thighs, +which her own hands +are gripping and holding widely apart, +your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring: +this is "Kshobhaka" (Stirring). + + +Place your darling on a couch, +set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist, +suck hard and let your tongue stir +her overflowing love-temple: +this is called "Bahuchushita" (Sucked Hard). + + +If the pair of you lie side by side, +facing opposite ways, +and kiss each other's secret parts +using the fifteen techniques described above, +it is known as "Kakila" (the Crow). + + +Role Reversal + +During lovemaking, ten types of blows +may be struck with the penis, +but of these only "Upasripta" (Natural), +which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds, +results in full clitoral stimulation. + + +It is a gentle forward stroke +which may be varied for depth and speed, +allowing a subtlety, rhythm +and spontaneity which +the other nine each lack to some degree. + + +If you grasp your penis and move it +in circles inside her yoni, +it is "Manthana" (Churning). +When you strike sharply down into the yoni, +it is "Hula" (the Double-edged Knife). + + +If, when her hips are raised by a pillow, +you strike a rising blow, +it is "Avamardana" (Rubbing). +If you hold your penis pressed breathlessly +to her womb it is "Piditaka" (Pressing). + + +If you withdraw completely +and then strike her violently to the womb, +it is "Nirghata" (the Buffet). +Continuous pressure on one side of her yoni +is "Varahaghata" (the Boar's Blow). + + +If you thrust wildly in every direction, +like a bull tossing its horns, +it is "Vrishaghata" (the Bull's Blow). +Quivering in her yoni is "Chatakavilasa" (Sparrow Sport), +which usually heralds orgasm. + + +The involuntary shuddering of orgasm +is called "Samputa" (the Jewel Case). +But no two women make love quite the same way, +so orchestrate your rhythms +to the moods and colors of each lover's "raga" (emotions). + + +If long lovemaking exhausts you +before your lover has reached her orgasm, +you should allow her +to roll you over your back +and sit astride you, taking initiative. + + +If the posture gives her deep pleasure, +or you enjoy its novelty, +she may transpose into it as a matter of course, +taking great care, however, +not to expel the linga from the temple of love. + + +Consider: she climbs upon you, +the flowers dropping from her tousled hair, +her giggles turning to gasps; +every time she bends to kiss your lips +her nipples pierce your chest. + + +As her hips begin to churn, +her head, flung back, bobs ever faster; +she scratches, pummels you with small fists, +fastens her teeth in your neck, +doing unto you what you've often done unto her. + + +When she takes the man's role, +your lady has the choice +of three famous lovemaking techniques: +"Samdamsha (the Tongs), +"Bhramara" (the Bee) and "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + + +If she uses the Mare's Trick, +gripping your penis with her yoni's vice, +squeezing and stroking it, +holding it inside her for a hundred heart-beats, +it is known as "Samdamsha" (the Tongs). + + +If, drawing up her feet, +she revolves her hips so that your penis +circles deep within her yoni, +you arching your body to help her, +it is "Bhramara" (the Bee). + + +If she now swings her hips +in wide circles and makes figures-of-eight, +swaying upon your body +as though she were riding on a seesaw, +it is "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + + +When her passion has ebbed, +she should rest, bending forward to lay +her forehead upon yours +without disturbing your yoked bodies: +it won't be long before desire stirs again. + + +Catching your penis, the lady +with dark eyes like upturned lotus petals +guides it into her yoni, +clings to you and shakes her buttocks: +this is "Charunarikshita" (Lovely Lady in Control). + + +Enthroned on your penis, +she places both hands on the bed +and makes love, while you +press your two hands to her thudding heart: +this is "Lilasana" (Seat of Sport). + + +She sits upright upon you, +her head thrown back like a rearing mare, +bringing her feet together +on the bed to one side of your body: +this is "Hansabandha" (the Swan). + + +The young woman has one foot +on your heart and the other on the bed. +Bold, saucy women adore this posture, +which is known to the world +as "Upavitika" (the Sacred thread). + + +If, with one of her feet +clasped in your hand +and the second placed upon your shoulder, +your young lady enjoys you, +it is "Viparitaka" (Reversed). + + +If your lover, seated above you +with feet lotus-crossed +and her body held erect and still +makes love to you, +it is known as "Yugmapada" (the Foot Yoke). + + +If she strides you, +facing your feet, +brings both her feet up to your thighs, +and works her hips frantically, +it is known as "Hansa-lila" (Swan Sport). + + +Your lover places one foot +on your ankle, lodges +her other foot just above your knee, +and rides you, swinging and rotating her hips: +this is "Garuda" (Garuda). + + +If you lie flat on your back +with legs stretched out +and your lover sits astride you, facing away +and grasping your feet, +it is called "Virsha" (the Bull). + + +Clasping each other's hands, +you lie sprawled like two starfish making love, +her breasts stabbing your chest, +her thighs stretched out along yours: +this is "Devabandha" (the Coitus of the Gods). + + +Lying upon you, your beloved +moves round like a wheel, +pressing hands one after the other on the bed, +kissing your body as she circles: +experts call this "Chakrabandha" (the Wheel). + + +If, by means of some contraption, +your lover suspends herself above you, +places your linga in her yoni +and pulleys herself up and down upon it, +it is "Utkalita" (the Orissan).** + +**I must admit that this is kind of far fetched. However, + there is an illustration on the next page depicting this + position and showing two women pulling the woman up!! + + +Love Potions and Sex Aids + +To Enslave a Lover: + +Anoint your penis, before lovemaking, +with honey into which +you have powered black pepper, +long pepper and "datura" (the green thorn apple) - +it will utterly devastate your lady. + + +Leaves caught as they fall from trees +and powdered with peacock-bone +and fragments of a corpse's winding-sheet +will, when dusted lightly +on the penis, bewitch any woman living. + + +If you crush milky chunks of cactus +with sulphur and realgar, +dry the mixture seven times, powder it +and apply it to your penis, +you'll satisfy the most demanding lover. + + +And if, to these powerful ingredients, +you add a monkey's turd, +grind them together and sprinkle the powder +on your unsuspecting lover's head, +she will be your devoted slave for life. + + +To Increase Potency: + +Honey-sweetened milk in which +the testicles of a ram +or a goat have been simmered +has the effect, when drunk, +of making a man as powerful as a bull. + + +Pumkin seeds ground with almonds +and sugarcane root, +or with cowhage root and strips of bamboo, +and stirred into honeyed milk, +have the same arousing effect. + + +The sages say that wheat-flour cakes +baked with honey and sugar +and sprinkled with the powdered seeds +of pumpkin and cowhage +give one strength for a thousand women. + + +The yolk of a single sparrow's egg +stirred into rice pudding +that has been thickened with cream, +wild-honey and "ghee" (clarified butter) +has the same invigorating effect. + + +Enlarging the Penis or "Yoni" (Vagina): + +First rub your penis with wasp stings +and massage it with sweet oil. +When it swells, let it dangle for ten nights +through a hole in your bed, +going to sleep each night on your stomach. + + +After this period use a cool ointment +to remove the pain and swelling. +By this method men ... of insatiable +sexual appetite, manage to keep +their penises enlarged throughout their lives. + + +By applying an ointment made from +crushed barleria leaves +to her "yoni", the elephant (large) woman +can spend at least one night +discovering the delights of being a doe ("small" woman). + + +Likewise the doe can use honey +mixed with powdered roots +of lotus, madder, "sal" (tree of aromatic gum), +the blue lotus and the mongoose plant +to accomodate a stallion for one night. + + +To Cope With Impotence: + +A man who climaxes too swiftly +should arouse his lady +by caressing her clitoris with his fingers +and flooding the well +of her yoni before he enters her. + + +If, during lovemaking, the erection +cannot be sustained because +the man is old, or simply exhausted +he should use the delicate +oral techniques given in an earlier chapter. + + +The man who is utterly unable +to achieve an erection +should pleasure his wife/lover with a phallus +crafted from materials like +gold, silver, copper, iron (!!), ivory or horn. + + +The artificial phallus should be shaped +to your natural proportions. +It will be more arousing for the lady +if the outside is studded +with a profusion of large, smooth nodules. + + + + + + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/karen.sex b/textfiles.com/sex/karen.sex new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ba63aaf3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/karen.sex @@ -0,0 +1,250 @@ +Posted By: Johnny (Johnny MuchSEXo) +Date: Wed Oct 16 03:14:48 1991 +Title: LETTER - Karen fucks her little brother - Is it right? + +Ok... before I post this, know that this is supposedly a REAL letter written +by a teenage girl to a sex expert (therapist??) about having sex with her +brother. Take note that I didn't write this one... but some sexy home +creations are soon to come! Here goes... + + - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + +I'm an average looking girl, not really pretty but not too bad looking +for fellows to get a little horny for, especially over some pretty +nice tits. I really am into a pretty heavy sex scence, and this is +with everyone's approval -- mine, of course, the fellows I fuck also +of course, and even my parents, except for maybe one thing. + +About three months ago, my brother and I started fucking eachother, +actually because of some crazy accident, and there has been a lot of +hell given to us ever since, especially by our parents. They have +always been very frak with me about sex and were not surprised when I +got turned on in a practical way when I was younger. I had been +really interested in a big way before that and finally practically had +to rape a boy in my school science lab to get myself fucked. I was +already on the pill, since ma knew I would need to be sooner or later. +Since then, I have really enjoyed a better than average sex life. As +I say, my parents both think this is great -- they're young and sexy +themselves, and every night is practically a honeymoon for them. + +My brothers and sister are also having a nice, healthy, happy sex +life, especially my brother Bill, who is close to me in age. We used +to fight a lot when we were younger but really are very much on the +same cycle in recent years and know a lot of the same kids and go +around together with them. We moved into a new house in a new +neighborhood about the time he got seriously into fucking, and we've +shared our raunchy ideas with eachother and have always known who the +other was fucking and all like that for a lot of laughs. Also, we +have always seen each other naked a lot more than we have the other +kids or our parents, though this happens too. But Bill and I have +bedrooms on the lower level of our house, and we have our own bathroom +there. Bill and I got very casual about not needing privacy for +anything from the first week we were in this new house and we never +wear robes or cover up anything when we take a shower. Bill has a +nice, big, good-looking cock, and I've seen it stiff many, many times, +and my tits are bigger than the jugs on a lot of girls he dates, and +he thinks it's great the way they jiggle when I walk or am towelling +dry. But, until last fall, we had just been good friends, you might +say, and never even had any ideas of fucking eachother, any more than +we might get turned on by being naked with a friend of the same sex. + +I should also mention that our folks knew about us being naked +together a lot. One day last spring, ma was helping me adjust the fit +on a new swim bikini she bought for me -- not quite string, but +almost. She's always great about letting me be a bit of a show off. +We were in the downstairs bathroom, and she was fussing with the bra +straps so they wouldn't be too tight. I'd already tried on the +bottoms, and she told me I'd have to trim my pussy hair, so I stepped +out of them, and she had just stripped the bra off me when Bill walked +in, nice and naked for a shower. I didn't give him a second look (but +a good first one), and he only grinned and said "hi", and went into +the shower stall. When he popped out a few minutes later, I was still +naked, except for the bra that ma was still fussing with. Bill had a +half erection, as he always gets one in the shower, and he began +drying himself. Ma glanced at it, then looked at me, and said "Come +on, we can finish this in your room." She never mentioned it again, +but she seemed surprised that my eyes hadn't popped out when I saw his +stiff cock; so she knew I had seen it before. + +Another time dad came down when Bill was chasing me around the +basement, snapping my ass with a wet towel. We were both naked and +screeching like little kids. He just told us to quiet down. So they +both knew we had seen eachother a lot. Actually, it was more than +they realized, and we'd fooled around with eachother, finger fun and +playful squeezing, but not even any actual serious masterbation. We +shared a lot of fun just yakking about our other sex partners. And a +few times, we double dated, and would actually be making out at the +same time. Actually, that's how we got to fucking eachother. + +What happened was that I was balling a guy really often who drives a +really neat van, and we wanted to go to a concert in a city about 75 +miles away, and the folks said we could. But Bill and his current +interest, a hot-pantsy named Sandy, wanted to go, too, and the folks +said we should take them with us. They thought it would be better for +Bill and I to have eachother along, because we'd have to stay +overnight and all. They felt we could look after eachother. They +take a dim view of rock events and drugs. + +So, Bart and I said okay, and Bill and Sandy came along, and we all +had a great time. The combo was fantastic, and we all had a great +time. The combo was fantastic, and we were really floating and really +tuned up high when we got back to the van. Sandy was inside Bill's +fly all the way, jacking him off, and Bart and I weren't exactly +puritanical either. Sandy and Bill flopped on the little sofa and +began fucking the minute we got in, and Bart and I fooled around with +our clothes on a little while, and smoked another joint and then began +screwing on the floor like there was no tomorrow. + +After we had all come a couple of times or more (for us females, +anyway), the fellows decided they had to go outside. They pulled some +slacks on and went out to find a bush or something and smoked another +joint while they were out. Sandy was still all hyped up and was +telling me she wanted Bill to hurry back and screw her some more (she +really needed it bad) and was also saying over and over again how +great a cock Bill has and how he was the best cocksman she had and +all. She was playing with herself, and bouncing and wriggling all +around the sofa and pretty soon, fell off of it onto the floor and +began laughing and almost crying; she was so worked up and horny. I +was horny too, but I wanted Bart and didn't want to start fooling +around with Sandy, which probably would have happened. She was +rolling and jerking around, humping her fingers so much. So I got up, +and layed on the sofa where she and Bill had been, and began teasing +my own clit, wishing Bart would come back. Sandy and I lit up another +joint too, wondering what the fellows were doing, and I was just +taking a long pull on it when the fellows came stumbling back in. +They couldn't see much in the dark, but Bill could see my glowing +crotch on the sofa where Sandy had been, and Bart noticing a female +outline on the floor where I had been, so they practically dived on +top of us. Sandy grabbed Bart's cock and began sucking it between +puffs to finish her toke, so she didn't say anything, and bart thought +it was me, and she thought she was blowing Bill. + +By sheer fate, Bill's stiff cock landed right between my thighs, +rubbing against the bottom of my cunt lips. I sort of grunted from +having the wind knocked out of me, but my hand was already down there +and I just lifted his prick quick, and rammed it into me all the way, +and we were fucking like crazy before we knew it. He didn't realize +it was me for quite a while, but I knew that wasn't Bart's cock after +two or three strokes, but didn't say anything, just trying to give him +a great fuck. Bart had begun fucking by now. She was so stoned that +she didn't know whose cock it was, and Bart knew it wasn't me fairly +soon but thought what the hell, in as much as by then Bill and I were +fucking really noisy and all. When Bill realized it was me, I heard +him gasp and he stopped pumping for a second and said "Karen?" +(meaning me) and then "Omigod!" and I began giggling and squeezing +hard on his cock because I was really loving the great fuck he was +giving me, and he started chuckling too, and began really stroking it +into me again, long and really lovely every time. Neither of us +wanted to quit, for sure. + +After a while Bill stopped again, and spoke to Bart in a phony Mexican +accent "Hey, Pancho, breeng a match... I theenk I am fucking my +seester." This really broke us all up, and even Sandy realized what +had happened, and she said "Karen, your boyfriend has a fantastic +prick, just like your little brother. You sure can pick pricks, uh, I +mean cocks." and we all were screaming with laughter but still not +missing any fucking time. We kept fucking until we all had come, +really noisy and not holding anything back. Then we kind of lay +quiet, and I asked Sandy how she liked fucking Bart, and Bart answered +for them both (she was still _really_ high) and said she must have +liked it okay, since she was really screwing him hard. And then he +said "This is the first time I ever had two such great lays the same +night" and Bill said "Me too". So I said "Me three". Sandy giggled +and said "Me too, but I hope there's more!". We were all really +flaked out, happy, and laid back. + +Bill had pulled out of my cunt, but I began playing with his cock, +really jacking him hardm and when he was big and stiff again, I told +Sandy "Bill's got a big hard-on here, if you want it, you'd better +come and get it, or I will!" And she said "Turnabout is good fucking +-- here I come!". So, she scrambled on top of Bill and grabbed his +dong before I even let go, and had to roll out from under and down +beside Bart, and he was getting stiff again already, so we bagan +fucking the fellows we came with, and this went on for practically +forever this time, until we fell asleep. We didn't wake up till long +after daylight, and Sandy and I had to get up and pee -- so we did, +just squatting behind a trailer at the edge of the parking lot. We +just had coats on, and ran back to the van with them flapping open +enough to show everything we had if anyone else had been awake. + +We got dressed, got some breakfast at a diner halfway home, and by +then we were all horny again, so the fellows rented a motel room, and +we all stripped fast, and I said "Sorry Bart, sorry Sandy. I want to +have Bill fuck me again" and pulled him down onto the bed, and we +began fucking with me on top, as Sandy and Bart started fucking on the +other bed. It was fun watching eachother, and I asked the others if +they had ever fucked their brothers or sisters, and they both said no. +We started pumping together and started counting one-two-one-two and +singing "Yo-ho, heave ho," until we brought both fellows off, almost +at once, and ourselves too. I looked at Sandy, and she looked at me, +and without a word, we just hopped off our guys and traded beds and +studs. I began blowing Bart, and sandy was doing the same for Bill +but stopped and began licking and smacking her lips and told me +"Karen, you taste delicious" licking Bill's cock like a big pussycat, +and I laughed and told her she tasted good too. I could really taste +her cunt juice, and it was a real turn on. + +When Bart got stiff, he wanted to give it to me doggie-style, but Bill +and Sandy had never done that with eachother or anyone else, so we all +got down on the floor, with Sandy and me facing eachother and our guys +humping us from behind. I started giving Sandy's nipples a tweak or +two, and all at once she stretched out and began kissing me and +playing with my tits too. We were really tonguing eachother when we +heard the fellow say "Shift!", and Bill pulled out of Sandy, and Bart +pulled out of me, and they walked around on their knees and stuck +their cocks into the other girls sloppy, really steaming hot cunt. We +were all so damn excited that you wouldn't believe it -- it didn't +seem as if we could get enough fucking. Sandy and I kept kissing and +got closer so we could play with each other's clits. This was easy +because we were almost side by side, facing two ways. The fellows +kept "shifting" and "shifting" and fucking for the longest time -- you +would never believe it! Finally Bill was in me when he finally shot +his load, and Bart let Sandy have his load too. Sandy and I had been +having one big O after another, and each of us sort of exploded when +the fellows came inside us. God, we were bushed! We couldn't have +fucked again for anything -- at least the boys couldn't have. + +Sandy can fuck all day and night, I think, and I probably could have +too, if there had been a stiff prick around. There wasn't so we fell +asleep, then showered, got our clothes on straight, combed our hair, +and drove home. Bart dropped Bill and Sandy at her house, and her +folks were happy to see them looking so clean and all. Then he took +me home, and my folks were just as pleased with our looks. Bart left, +and ma asked me where Bill was and then whispered to me that she hoped +having Bill and Sandy along hadn't spoiled my fun. I told her of +course not, and said "There wasn't any problem, ma. You might as well +know, he and Sandy made out on the sofa, and Bill and I were balling +on the rug." which was true, of course, but I had just let it slip +out, and I meant to say "Bart and I" and told ma so. I guess she +hadn't expected me to say it, and kind of gasped and stammered, so I +decided to give her the other barrel. "From what I could see and +hear, Bill must be a great little stud. Ma, because Sandy sure seemed +to be loving what she got as much as I loved what I got." Ma turned +red, and walked out of my room. + +When my dad came home, there was hell to pay, as you can imagine. +Bill and I told our parents how it started, and I reminded ma how she +suggested that we double date. They think it's terrible that we +fucked eachother, even though I can bring Bart home and Bill can bring +Sandy or any other girls home, and no one bothers us. We think it's a +real bum rap, and an artificial standard to impose on us." + +We don't think that this is something new in civilization. It's a +very natural, nice thing to do and really takes the edge off being too +horny all the time. If it's okay to fuck some stranger that your +parents don't even know and maybe don't even like very much, why +shouldn't it be okay to fuck your own brother or sister?" + + Karen + + - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + + Response to letter: + ================== + + There are certainly many medical and psychological reasons + why it is not okay. In fact, we know of no reputable + authorities who'd disagree with your parents' disapproval. + Do yourselves a favour, and stick with Sandy and Bart. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lambskin.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/lambskin.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..984a166e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lambskin.txt @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +[lambskin.txt] + +-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= +WARNING: Boys may not read this. If you are a boy and are reading this, stop +immediately. The following article is chock-full of highly intimate girl +secrets that will be 10 times more embarrassing than any TV commercial for +feminine-hygiene products you've ever seen. So quit it. I mean it. You'll +be sorry. +-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + +A GIRL'S GUIDE TO CONDOMS +by Mimi Coucher +[originally appeared in Whole Earth Review, Spring 1989] + +-=Condoms Demystified=- +There are basically three kinds of condoms: unlubricated latex, lubricated +latex, and lambskin. The lambskins are no good because they haven't been +proven to be a barrier to infection. Anyways they're really made of lambies +and that makes us sad, especially around Easter time. (The real reason we +don't like them is that they actually smell like lamb. One is tempted to +lubricate them with mint jelly.) + +There are variations on the basic latex condoms. Some condoms are +prelubricated, with spermicidal jelly, even. Others are not. Strictly BYOKY. + +The strangest condom by far is the ribbed latex condom. Why are these condoms +ribbed? This is supposed to be stimulating? Should one attempt to play +washboard tunes on it? This is just part of a big problem with condoms. +Condoms were, and are, designed by men. + +-=If Girls Designed Condoms...=- +What a wonderful world it would be. Skip the ribbing, skip the lube. If +women designed condoms there is no question they would be padded. + +"But size doesn't matter!" comes a chorus of voices. (The loudest comes from +boys who are peeking. Stop that right now. Turn to the sports page +immediately.) Sure, _length_ doesn't matter. But give any girl a small dose +of truth serum and ask her about width. + +Admit it. If padded condoms were placed on the market, hordes of screaming +women would storm their local druggists and dash out with tote bags full. +Unfortunately, it wouldn't work. After all, there is that ticklish issue of +boy sensitivity, which we can't overlook, even if we occasionally want to. +Padded condoms would rob boys of the skin-to-skin sensation that they +already claim condoms rob them of. And we can't have that. + +Now we modern women, being kind and sensitive lovers, would design +whisper-soft, completely transparent and microscopically thin. The paisley, +rainbow, and floral-print condoms we designed would be strictly novelty +items, kept for special occasions only. Ditto the condoms with cute sayings: +"Hang in there baby, Friday's coming"; "My girlfriend went to Florida and all +I got was this lousy condom"; and the classic "I'm with stupid" (arrow +pointing back toward the boy). Other specialty items would include the +male-ego condoms, which, like black olives, come in three sizes: jumbo, +colossal, and humongous. Naughty subversives would enjoy the Karen Finley +assortment, colorful, decorative condoms that turn ordinary penises into +bananas, hotdogs, yams, and more. + +But I digress. The best place to buy condoms is your local massive drugstore +that has them on display, self-serve, just like corn pads or athlete's +foot spray. + +So go shopping. Dress cool, hold your head high, read labels, make your +selection. Be assured that most popular brands come with little instruction +booklets much like the ones found in boxes of Tampax (uh-oh...don't mix them +up!). While at the drugstore, be sure to purchase at least one of the +following items: Tickle antiperspirant, Ban roll-on, or any of the Calvin +Klein line of men's grooming aids. You'll need them for those important +condom experiments at home. + +At home, be alone. Light candles. Play inspiring music; any record by Rick +James will do. Remove one of the condoms from its packet. Examine it +carefully. Then put it to work. Experiment with your slippery new friends; +whip those sons-of-gummi-worms into shape. Recruit those deodorant bottles +and practice, practice, practice. + +And how about some new nicknames for the old standbys? Love skins. Slicks. +Wet Suits. Silk Stockings. Eight-By-Two Glossies. + +Soon enough, you'll be happy and relaxed, perfectly in control of those +silly little slips o' skin. But wait. Something's missing. Oh, yes, the hard +part. I mean the good part. I mean, both. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/latrine.duty b/textfiles.com/sex/latrine.duty new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0b1ed53c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/latrine.duty @@ -0,0 +1,258 @@ +(C) 1993 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed + un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT + ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right + to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any + other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a + dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos, + but only if you send me corrections. + + +++++++ It's not about violence, it's not about sex. +++++++ + +++++++++++++++ It's about violent sex. +++++++++++++++ + + + + + LATRINE DUTY + + + +Staring at his feet, morosely swabbing the floor at the far wall of +the of the latrine trying not to breathe through his nose the sickly +sweet stench of industrial strength disinfectant clings roughly to the +back of his throat. His rectum finally recovered from the reaming it +took his first night in camp he moves sluggishly having lain sleepless +for the past three nights; each day in the mess-hall his attackers +have promised a return visit, but they have yet to make good on that +promise. + +Too tired to react quickly he sees a foot snake out, tip the metal +mop-bucket over. Filthy soapy water sloshes over his feet soaking +into his sneakers running through the slick wood floorboards; the +overwhelming smell of pine disinfectant rising up from his feet makes +him gag. A pair of hands grab him roughly by the front of his +t-shirt, slam him backwards against the wooden wall with a dull thud. +He moves instinctively to raise the mop handle in defense, but the +hands of the boy towering over him grab the mop wrench it from his +hands tossing it casually aside, smiling, slamming him effortlessly +back into the wall. + +"Randy says you give _excellent_ head." Smiling. + +His stomach is in his mouth, he feels the bile rise, looks wildly past +the boy trapping him in the far end of the latrine. He sees Randy, +another boy he recognizes as one of the baseball jocks, leaning +against the row of sinks near the door, smirking. He twitches +nervously, his eyes drawn to the noticable bulge in Randy's jeans. + +"Colin!" he yelps the name of their counselor but the boy in front of +him closes in, grinning down into his face. + + "Counselor ain't here, pussy. It's quiet hour. Probably trying to +score with the nurse." + +Large hands grab the tops of his shoulders, push him relentlessly to +his knees. + +"Blow me, faggot." + +He screws his eyes shut, kneeling in the filthy soapy water spilled +from the bucket, his arms at his side, his lips pressed tightly shut +he hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper. A smack across the side +of his head sends him reeling, he raises his hands to protect his +head, is kneed in the stomach. Clutching at his gut blows rain down +on him from all directions until he feels a hand in his hair. He +reaches up to clutch at the hand, trying not to shriek at the pain, +his eyes still squeezed tightly shut desperately avoiding the sight of +the penis he knows is dangling in front of his face." + +"Blow me you goddamn faggot, unless you wanna take it up your ass +instead?" + +His mind careens at the mere mention of sodomy, tears roll down the +sides of his face. He whimpers, opens his eyes to the sight of a hard +fat penis oozing pre-cum, cannot bear to voluntarily take this strange +boy's penis in his mouth, cannot bear to actively suck on it... + +He sees a hand reach out to grab at his shoulder and lift him to his +feet; terrified of another butt-fucking he opens his mouth and lunges +forward onto the cock before him. He licks clumsily, gagging as the +boy grabs his hair and thrusts into his face he hears the boy moaning +appreciatively, feels a bulging cock head pressing against the back of +his throat. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, instinct makes +him press them against his attacker's legs as he feels the cock thrust +down into his throat harder and more insistently blocking his air +passage he cannot breathe panicking now struggling instinctively. + +A familiar sickening slimy wetness spreads at the back of his throat, +the bludgeoning penis is withdrawn from his face, the major volume of +sperm sprayed into his hair, some in his face he flinches, hears +laughter, feels a thick gob of warm wet jism sliding down his cheek. + +"Fuckin' hose the pansy down goddamn!" + +Randy. + +He is coughing, doubled over spitting semen onto the latrine floor, +wiping it from his face, only vaguely aware that the first boy has +pulled up his pants and moved back to the look-out position, replaced +by Randy's baseball pal. + +He kneels up, sees the boy standing over him dick in hand waiting +expectantly for his blow-job. + +"Well, asshole?" + +Unable to envision an escape from the afternoon's ordeal he lurches +forward sucking the boy's penis into his mouth he pulls back, sliding +his mouth along the length rolling his tongue around the head, slowly, +instinctively, somehow dimly aware that if he actively sucks the boy +he has more control, won't be strangled, he bobs his head up and down +along the rubbery flesh this boy's penis is shorter and thinner than +the first boy's he uses his hands to squeeze the boy's balls hoping it +will make him come sooner, get it over with faster. + +His instincts are good; after only a few long minutes of attention, +the penis in his mouth is squirting semen the boy is moaning and +clutching at his cum-spattered hair humping into his face, he feels +the softening penis sliding wetly against the roof of his mouth, hears +Randy and the other boy offering encouragement from where they stand +guard to their friend lost in the throes of ecstasy. + +The penis is withdrawn from his mouth, more semen coughed up, spit +onto the floor, offered up at the feet of his second attacker. + +"Man you gotta learn to swallow, your mother says my jizz is _tasty_!" + +He is still kneeling and spitting, hearing the laughter echo about the +small building as Randy approaches. He looks into the face hovering +over him, his eyes black with hatred. Randy smiles. + +"You know you love it." + +He kneels, not moving, still glaring. + +"Get up." + +He stands uncertainly, wobbling slightly, his jeans are soaked, his +sneakers grey and soggy, cum is still matted in his hair his face is +red from crying and choking. + +Randy moves forward and grabs him around the neck with one arm, +pulling him toward the nearest stall; it gives some privacy for what +passes for toilet facilities: an enclosed platform with an oval hole +cut in it poised over a pit in the ground, the fetid odor of shit and +piss covered with campfire ashes and Lysol wafting up from within. + +He struggles furiously as he realizes his bunk-mate's intentions, +scuffling and slipping on the slimy wooden floor he is not much +smaller than Randy but he is not at all athleticly inclined, and the +larger of Randy's friends, the first boy, the one with the big dick, +joins the fray; together they manage to drag him into the stall; +they've bent him double and stuffed his head down through the +seat-hole, he is staring down into the dark vile pit of human waste +puking up lunch and choking on bile as he feels a meaty fist dig into +his side. + +Pain explodes on impact, radiates outward, hands are tearing at his +jeans, reaching around to pull at his belt, there is almost no gap +between the time his jeans and underwear are yanked down around his +thighs and a penis -- he assumes it is Randy's -- is thrust through +his asshole and up into his rectum. + +The stench is overwhelming, he is vomiting helplessly, nausea +competing with the terrible burning pain as his bunk-mate's young cock +glides roughly in and out of his ass hands clutch his shoulders for +support hips slam brutally against his buttocks as the cock between +his cheeks is driven deep into his depths he alternates barfing and +screaming the sounds of his distress lost, muffled in the foul fetid +pit underneath the building in which he is being violated. He feels a +warm wet burst deep in his rectum, distant grunts of pleasure filter +down to his ears as thick strong hands around his neck tell him his +ordeal is not completed even as he feels the cock that he assumes +belongs to Randy slip from his bowels. + +"Faggot's pretty good at this." + +He hears excited laughter from Randy's jock friend, has no time to +wonder at the friend's ability to get it up again as he feels the fat +helmet of a well-developed dick tear open his ass-muscle he shrieks +and struggles violently the already abused walls of his rectum +stretched impossibly wide in an effort to accomodate the intruder. + +A fist smashes into his his side again and for a brief moment he +believes he will pass out from the pain as the raping bludgeon is +pulled from his ass and brutally repenetrates. Every ounce of muscle +in his body tenses with the effort of screaming and twisting as his +arms clutch wildly at the walls of the stall, his rectum is turned +nearly inside out as he feels strong hands gripping his shoulders, +strong hips slamming into him, a fat penis stretching him open, his +buttocks flattening on impact he feels his rapist's testicles slap +against his own each time the monstrous cock is rammed more deeply +into him. + +He is not lucky enough to faint; his mind clears slowly and he is +still gagging from the stench enveloping his head; animal-like moans +of pleasure fill the small wooden stall as his sphincter is stretched +wider than he can bear he begins to wail in a steady keening rhythm as +the cock filling his ass pounds in and out, in and out, over and over +and over and over again in a steady brutal rhythm his groin slams +again and again and again into the edge of the wooden platform he is +trapped in an eternity bubble, time stands still, he is being raped +forever. + +The eternity bubble bursts; the boy buried in his ass stands immobile +for a long, agonizing moment; he feels the body clutched against him, +the cock invading him, tense, thrust brutally. Once, twice, three +times. + +He feels a wet warm spurt of cum deep in his ass punctuate each +thrust, and he feels his sphincter spasm uncontrollably, winking +relief as the fat dick is finally pulled from his ass with a wet +popping sound. He kneels back, sobbing, pulling his head from the +crap hole, gulping in the relative freshness of the air around him +feeling semen wet and slimy deep inside his rectum slowly leaking from +his tortured ass-muscle. He feels a hand grab the back of his head, +pulling at his hair so his face is pointing upward. + +"You the camp slut this Summer, huh Spaz?" + +He squeezes his eyes shut against leering face of Randy's friend. + +"Colin's on the path." + +His head is dropped, sounds of pants hastily pulled up, a zipper +worked, a belt being buckled. Sneakers pound quickly down the wooden +steps of the latrine, he is alone. Early afternoon sun is streaming +into through the window, shining off the spilled water. He hears +footsteps again and hastily pulls the stall door shut. + +"Hey Spaz, you in there?" + +Colin, their counselor. Angry. + +"on the can..." He calls out timidly. + +"Finish up goddammit it's time for swimming." + +He waits, hoping Colin will leave, not notice the mess. + +"What the fuck's with the water all over the floor??" + +Fearful silence. + +"I tripped." + +Disgusted snort. + +"Guess you earned your nickname." + +A longer silence. + +"Well finish up. You got latrine duty again tomorrow for fucking up +today." + +Listening to the footsteps retreat he collapses, sobbing silently, +praying that Colin will hang around the bunks during quiet hour +tomorrow, knowing he won't. + +=========finis? diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/latrineduty.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/latrineduty.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..be315bd0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/latrineduty.txt @@ -0,0 +1,515 @@ + +(C) 1993 Mark E. Dassad. May be reproduced and redistributed + + un-edited and un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT + + ONLY with this notice intact. The author reserves the right + + to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected. Any + + other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a + + dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos, + + but only if you send me corrections. + + + + +++++++ It's not about violence, it's not about sex. +++++++ + + +++++++++++++++ It's about violent sex. +++++++++++++++ + + + + + + + + + + LATRINE DUTY + + + + + + + +Staring at his feet, morosely swabbing the floor at the far wall of + +the of the latrine trying not to breathe through his nose the sickly + +sweet stench of industrial strength disinfectant clings roughly to the + +back of his throat. His rectum finally recovered from the reaming it + +took his first night in camp he moves sluggishly having lain sleepless + +for the past three nights; each day in the mess-hall his attackers + +have promised a return visit, but they have yet to make good on that + +promise. + + + +Too tired to react quickly he sees a foot snake out, tip the metal + +mop-bucket over. Filthy soapy water sloshes over his feet soaking + +into his sneakers running through the slick wood floorboards; the + +overwhelming smell of pine disinfectant rising up from his feet makes + +him gag. A pair of hands grab him roughly by the front of his + +t-shirt, slam him backwards against the wooden wall with a dull thud. + +He moves instinctively to raise the mop handle in defense, but the + +hands of the boy towering over him grab the mop wrench it from his + +hands tossing it casually aside, smiling, slamming him effortlessly + +back into the wall. + + + +"Randy says you give _excellent_ head." Smiling. + + + +His stomach is in his mouth, he feels the bile rise, looks wildly past + +the boy trapping him in the far end of the latrine. He sees Randy, + +another boy he recognizes as one of the baseball jocks, leaning + +against the row of sinks near the door, smirking. He twitches + +nervously, his eyes drawn to the noticable bulge in Randy's jeans. + + + +"Colin!" he yelps the name of their counselor but the boy in front of + +him closes in, grinning down into his face. + + + + "Counselor ain't here, pussy. It's quiet hour. Probably trying to + +score with the nurse." + + + +Large hands grab the tops of his shoulders, push him relentlessly to + +his knees. + + + +"Blow me, faggot." + + + +He screws his eyes shut, kneeling in the filthy soapy water spilled + +from the bucket, his arms at his side, his lips pressed tightly shut + +he hears the unmistakable sound of a zipper. A smack across the side + +of his head sends him reeling, he raises his hands to protect his + +head, is kneed in the stomach. Clutching at his gut blows rain down + +on him from all directions until he feels a hand in his hair. He + +reaches up to clutch at the hand, trying not to shriek at the pain, + +his eyes still squeezed tightly shut desperately avoiding the sight of + +the penis he knows is dangling in front of his face." + + + +"Blow me you goddamn faggot, unless you wanna take it up your ass + +instead?" + + + +His mind careens at the mere mention of sodomy, tears roll down the + +sides of his face. He whimpers, opens his eyes to the sight of a hard + +fat penis oozing pre-cum, cannot bear to voluntarily take this strange + +boy's penis in his mouth, cannot bear to actively suck on it... + + + +He sees a hand reach out to grab at his shoulder and lift him to his + +feet; terrified of another butt-fucking he opens his mouth and lunges + +forward onto the cock before him. He licks clumsily, gagging as the + +boy grabs his hair and thrusts into his face he hears the boy moaning + +appreciatively, feels a bulging cock head pressing against the back of + +his throat. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, instinct makes + +him press them against his attacker's legs as he feels the cock thrust + +down into his throat harder and more insistently blocking his air + +passage he cannot breathe panicking now struggling instinctively. + + + +A familiar sickening slimy wetness spreads at the back of his throat, + +the bludgeoning penis is withdrawn from his face, the major volume of + +sperm sprayed into his hair, some in his face he flinches, hears + +laughter, feels a thick gob of warm wet jism sliding down his cheek. + + + +"Fuckin' hose the pansy down goddamn!" + + + +Randy. + + + +He is coughing, doubled over spitting semen onto the latrine floor, + +wiping it from his face, only vaguely aware that the first boy has + +pulled up his pants and moved back to the look-out position, replaced + +by Randy's baseball pal. + + + +He kneels up, sees the boy standing over him dick in hand waiting + +expectantly for his blow-job. + + + +"Well, asshole?" + + + +Unable to envision an escape from the afternoon's ordeal he lurches + +forward sucking the boy's penis into his mouth he pulls back, sliding + +his mouth along the length rolling his tongue around the head, slowly, + +instinctively, somehow dimly aware that if he actively sucks the boy + +he has more control, won't be strangled, he bobs his head up and down + +along the rubbery flesh this boy's penis is shorter and thinner than + +the first boy's he uses his hands to squeeze the boy's balls hoping it + +will make him come sooner, get it over with faster. + + + +His instincts are good; after only a few long minutes of attention, + +the penis in his mouth is squirting semen the boy is moaning and + +clutching at his cum-spattered hair humping into his face, he feels + +the softening penis sliding wetly against the roof of his mouth, hears + +Randy and the other boy offering encouragement from where they stand + +guard to their friend lost in the throes of ecstasy. + + + +The penis is withdrawn from his mouth, more semen coughed up, spit + +onto the floor, offered up at the feet of his second attacker. + + + +"Man you gotta learn to swallow, your mother says my jizz is _tasty_!" + + + +He is still kneeling and spitting, hearing the laughter echo about the + +small building as Randy approaches. He looks into the face hovering + +over him, his eyes black with hatred. Randy smiles. + + + +"You know you love it." + + + +He kneels, not moving, still glaring. + + + +"Get up." + + + +He stands uncertainly, wobbling slightly, his jeans are soaked, his + +sneakers grey and soggy, cum is still matted in his hair his face is + +red from crying and choking. + + + +Randy moves forward and grabs him around the neck with one arm, + +pulling him toward the nearest stall; it gives some privacy for what + +passes for toilet facilities: an enclosed platform with an oval hole + +cut in it poised over a pit in the ground, the fetid odor of shit and + +piss covered with campfire ashes and Lysol wafting up from within. + + + +He struggles furiously as he realizes his bunk-mate's intentions, + +scuffling and slipping on the slimy wooden floor he is not much + +smaller than Randy but he is not at all athleticly inclined, and the + +larger of Randy's friends, the first boy, the one with the big dick, + +joins the fray; together they manage to drag him into the stall; + +they've bent him double and stuffed his head down through the + +seat-hole, he is staring down into the dark vile pit of human waste + +puking up lunch and choking on bile as he feels a meaty fist dig into + +his side. + + + +Pain explodes on impact, radiates outward, hands are tearing at his + +jeans, reaching around to pull at his belt, there is almost no gap + +between the time his jeans and underwear are yanked down around his + +thighs and a penis -- he assumes it is Randy's -- is thrust through + +his asshole and up into his rectum. + + + +The stench is overwhelming, he is vomiting helplessly, nausea + +competing with the terrible burning pain as his bunk-mate's young cock + +glides roughly in and out of his ass hands clutch his shoulders for + +support hips slam brutally against his buttocks as the cock between + +his cheeks is driven deep into his depths he alternates barfing and + +screaming the sounds of his distress lost, muffled in the foul fetid + +pit underneath the building in which he is being violated. He feels a + +warm wet burst deep in his rectum, distant grunts of pleasure filter + +down to his ears as thick strong hands around his neck tell him his + +ordeal is not completed even as he feels the cock that he assumes + +belongs to Randy slip from his bowels. + + + +"Faggot's pretty good at this." + + + +He hears excited laughter from Randy's jock friend, has no time to + +wonder at the friend's ability to get it up again as he feels the fat + +helmet of a well-developed dick tear open his ass-muscle he shrieks + +and struggles violently the already abused walls of his rectum + +stretched impossibly wide in an effort to accomodate the intruder. + + + +A fist smashes into his his side again and for a brief moment he + +believes he will pass out from the pain as the raping bludgeon is + +pulled from his ass and brutally repenetrates. Every ounce of muscle + +in his body tenses with the effort of screaming and twisting as his + +arms clutch wildly at the walls of the stall, his rectum is turned + +nearly inside out as he feels strong hands gripping his shoulders, + +strong hips slamming into him, a fat penis stretching him open, his + +buttocks flattening on impact he feels his rapist's testicles slap + +against his own each time the monstrous cock is rammed more deeply + +into him. + + + +He is not lucky enough to faint; his mind clears slowly and he is + +still gagging from the stench enveloping his head; animal-like moans + +of pleasure fill the small wooden stall as his sphincter is stretched + +wider than he can bear he begins to wail in a steady keening rhythm as + +the cock filling his ass pounds in and out, in and out, over and over + +and over and over again in a steady brutal rhythm his groin slams + +again and again and again into the edge of the wooden platform he is + +trapped in an eternity bubble, time stands still, he is being raped + +forever. + + + +The eternity bubble bursts; the boy buried in his ass stands immobile + +for a long, agonizing moment; he feels the body clutched against him, + +the cock invading him, tense, thrust brutally. Once, twice, three + +times. + + + +He feels a wet warm spurt of cum deep in his ass punctuate each + +thrust, and he feels his sphincter spasm uncontrollably, winking + +relief as the fat dick is finally pulled from his ass with a wet + +popping sound. He kneels back, sobbing, pulling his head from the + +crap hole, gulping in the relative freshness of the air around him + +feeling semen wet and slimy deep inside his rectum slowly leaking from + +his tortured ass-muscle. He feels a hand grab the back of his head, + +pulling at his hair so his face is pointing upward. + + + +"You the camp slut this Summer, huh Spaz?" + + + +He squeezes his eyes shut against leering face of Randy's friend. + + + +"Colin's on the path." + + + +His head is dropped, sounds of pants hastily pulled up, a zipper + +worked, a belt being buckled. Sneakers pound quickly down the wooden + +steps of the latrine, he is alone. Early afternoon sun is streaming + +into through the window, shining off the spilled water. He hears + +footsteps again and hastily pulls the stall door shut. + + + +"Hey Spaz, you in there?" + + + +Colin, their counselor. Angry. + + + +"on the can..." He calls out timidly. + + + +"Finish up goddammit it's time for swimming." + + + +He waits, hoping Colin will leave, not notice the mess. + + + +"What the fuck's with the water all over the floor??" + + + +Fearful silence. + + + +"I tripped." + + + +Disgusted snort. + + + +"Guess you earned your nickname." + + + +A longer silence. + + + +"Well finish up. You got latrine duty again tomorrow for fucking up + +today." + + + +Listening to the footsteps retreat he collapses, sobbing silently, + +praying that Colin will hang around the bunks during quiet hour + +tomorrow, knowing he won't. + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lawssex.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/lawssex.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5ef35c4a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lawssex.hum @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +Courtesy of The Cemetery 305-442-0244 + + :========================: + : Murphy's Laws of Sex : + :========================: + + The Cemetery BBS -- 305-285-9552 + + 1. The more beautifull the woman is who loves you, the easier it is to leave + her with no hard feelings. + 2. Nothing improves with age. + 3. No matter how many times you've had it, if it's offered take it, because + it'll never be quite the same again. + 4. Sex has no calories. + 5. Sex takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amout of + trouble. + 6. There is no remedy for sex but more sex. + 7. Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got. + 8. No sex with anyone in the same office. + 9. Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you are going to get or + how long it is going to last. + 10. A man in the house is worth two in the street. + 11. If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. + 12. Virginity can be cured. + 13. When a man's wife learns to understand him, she usually stops listening + to him. + 14. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself. + 15. The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the same + ones she can't stand years later. + 16. Sex is dirty on if it's done right. + 17. It is always the wrong time of the month. + 18. The best way to hold a man is in your arms. + 19. When the lights are out, all woman are beautiful. + 20. Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you won't + either. + 21. Sow your wild oats on saturday night -- then on sunday pray for crop + failure. + 22. The younger the better. + 23. The game of love is never called off on account of darkness. + 24. It is not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused + the trouble in the garden. + 25. Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly. + 26. B4 I 4Q R U 18? + 27. Before you find your handsome prince, you've got to kiss a lot of frogs. + 28. There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse than sex. + But there is nothing exactly like sex. + 29. Love your neighbor, but don't get caught. + 30. Love is a hole in the heart. + 31. If the effort that went in research on the female bosom had gone into our + space program, we would now be running hot-dog stands on the moon. + 32. Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of of physics. + 33. Do it only with the best. + 34. Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned four-letter + words to convey its full meaning. + 35. One good turn gets most of the blankets. + 36. You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine woman. + 37. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. + 38. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. + 39. Thou shalt not commit adultry.... unless in the mood. + 40. Never lie down with a woman who's got more troubles than you. + 41. Abstain from wine, woman, and song; mostly song. + 42. Never ague with a woman when she's tired -- or rested. + 43. A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the woman he + couldn't. + 44. What matters is not the length of the wand, but the magic in the stick. + 45. It is better to be looked over than over looked. + 46. Never say no. + 47. A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn't love her. + 48. Folks playing leapfrog must complete all jumps. + 49. Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes right to the bone. + 50. Never stand between a fire hydrant and a dog. + 51. A man is only a man, But a good bicycle is a ride. + 52. Love comes in spurts. + 53. The world does not revolve on an axis. + 54. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other eight are + unimportant. + 55. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. + 56. Don't do it if you can't keep it up. + 57. There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they fall in + love. + 58. Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight. + 59. Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. + 60. 'This won't hurt I promise.' + +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lay-girl.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/lay-girl.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3f6758fb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lay-girl.txt @@ -0,0 +1,353 @@ + ------------------------------------------------------------------ + The Complete Guide of: + Laying a girl V 1.1 + ------------------------------------------------------------------ + + Table of contents: + ================================== + + A. Purpose of the guide + B. The first meets + C. Phase I. - "I like you" + D. Phase II. - The body language + E. Phase III. - Actually doing it + =================================== + + + A. Purpose of this guide. + ------------------------- + + Firstly, this isn't a joke guide. All the methods described + here are working, and with not too much difficulties. + + Don't expect that you will be able to lay a girl in one week. + Not with this guide anyway. If you have the time, patience, and + some manners, you will succeed. + + I don't pretend to be a big expert in girls; I'm not. + But after some experience with them, I can provide you some + information that can help you, with the first moves between + he's and her's business. + + + I will happily update this guide and improve it, with your + help, of course. Please send me comments and please help to make + it better. + + + The editor, + John Smith, Boston + contact: in every BBS around... + + Dedicated to Limor, who helped me to compile it + without even knowing it... + + + B. The first meets + ------------------ + + I believe you have a girlfriend you can experiment with. + If you don't, find one. For those purposes, every mid looking + girl will suit. Every one can owe a girlfriend, and it's not + the time and place to explain how to reach one. (maybe in the + next "completed guide of..."). + + If you don't have a girlfriend yet, at least try to achieve + a meet with one. + + If you want to continue seeing this girl you have to remember + the following: + + * Don't make a physical connection on the first dates + (don't kiss her goodbye and don't hug her ) + + * Let her talk. If she has a lot to say - just listen. + A node with the head and some leading questions will do. + + * If she is permanently silent you can always ask her about: + + - herself (hobbies ext.) + - school (although it seems to be boring, you can talk + hours on this subject) + - her musical prefers (If she mentions an artist that + you dislike, don't show it to her. Just hide it. + + - tell her about yourself. + - ask her if she knows x & y from her school. + - and the most important: don't answer with yes or no. + those above are chat-stoppers. Expand you speech. + - tell her jokes + - remember to have a lot of humour - they like it. + - very important : don't be serious. + - Mind your manners: don't talk rudely nor curse. + - smile : release the tense. + + If all the above fail, and you can't find common language + with her, you Probably won't keep with her long time. + + * Where to go at the first time: + + - movie (let her choose, but don't insist on doing so) + You can talk about the movie latter. + Pay for you both. (as it's obvious). If she's ok, she + will insist on paying on herself. + - go for a walk + - meet at one of your homes. (It's better on her home - she'll + feel more relaxed and free) + - party : if available + - School - only if you learn in the same school + + * If you enjoyed her company, tell her so. Tell her that you + enjoyed, and you want to see her again. Before the end of + the meet, fix yourselves a new date (fix it on the same evening) + exchange telephones, ofcourse. + + * Flatter her, but know your limits. Flatter to her nice sides. + (Every one has some). Tell her how nice she is. + Flatter to her looks (If you at least find her attractive). + Don't say to her "You are the most beautiful girl I ever so"- + It sounds non-natural.(She's Probably not.) + + * If she plays (love-games) a little - please understand. + we'll close the bills later... + + * Don't bother her with too much telephone calls. Be cool + at the first meets, or she'll take advantage over you. + Show her you interested, but not desperate. + + How will you know if you are friends or not? + here are some ways: + + - Hear what her girlfriend thinks about your connection. + (For instance: If she meets her girlfriend in the street, + and the above askes if she is your girlfriend - hear what + she says (it's an embarrassing moment - from experience...) + - Enter phrases that assume that she is you girlfriend in + your talkes to her. (not infront of her and your friends) + See how she react to those statements. + + The first physical connection. There are two ways establishing it: + + * The spontaneous way: Kiss her goodbye (not in the first + date - she'll appreciate it if you'll have patience.) + In the following date take you hands together. + It's very romantic. + Dance with her in one of your homes. Dance is a kind + of hug, and it the middle of this slow song - kiss here. + (she might be shy in public, so understand her, + and do this critical steps in public garden or other + quiet place.) + + * The non-spontaneous way: Lead her to non-public and + quiet place (i.e. garden) look in her eyes and silent + for a moment or so. She, understanding the moment, will + silent too. Approach her head with yours, and gently + kiss her a few times on her mouth. Hug her. + (BTW, this the recommended way). + + + By this time, if she is with you, you'll understand that she + likes your company. If she didn't, you won't reach that stage. + If she likes you (or love you - in the better case), she would + more then hugs and kisses -- but don't hurry. You should have + patience. You should reach the bed only by small steps. + + + C. Phase I - "I like you" + ------------------------- + + You (both) will start to say compliments to each other. + Don't say you love her if you don't feel anything to her. + Choose the right moment of doing so. + + Imagine the situation: You tell her "I Love you.". She, likes + you very much, but the way to love is still long. + She will be in shocking situation. If she'll say "I love you too" + and she doens't mean it - you will both leave in lie. + If she'll be silent, you will Probably have bad feelings -- + "She doesn't love me at all.." + + You can say to her "I like you/your looks/your style." + This isn't strong as "love". Love is very strong word. + Don't use it when not needed. + + Some guys say to their girls that they love them - + They think she will jump to the bed right a way. + Although she will try to show you her greetings, don't expect + to much. She's just a girl, and if she is between younger then 16. + she's Probably virgin. + + Bring her flowers & presents some time - it will mean very much + to her. If you like to write, write her love letters. + Bring her audio cassette with love songs - she'll remember you + and connect you to them. + + + D. Phase II The body language + ----------------------------- + + You are now on the kings way. + + You should talk about sex by this time. Ask her what she thinks + about it. (Don't involve doing sex with YOU). Ask her about + sex generally. Ask her what is the appropriate age for doing it. + + Start investigating her body - only in one of your homes. + After you kiss her you should get to a situation where + you are laying one infront of another (on the bed) + + Let your hand travel over her body Don't touch between her + legs - do the things in the order below. + + Sneak you hand under her skirt and pat her back. + If she wears a bra put you hand under the stripe (the one + above her back - but don't open it - let your hand travel under + the bra surface and forward to her tits. Don't touch hard there - + it hurts. If she resists get you hand out of there quickly. + We will continue later with this. Give her 10 minutes of rest + from the last event. Talk about something else. + (Remember - Don't ask her why she resists. Just ignore.) + + Another area you should quest is her ass. Pat it gently - + Stack you hand gently under her trousers and move your hand + more deeply every time. She'll Probably resist or do sounds + of disagreement. Remember - Even if she says she's not - + She like your touches there. By this time you should be friends + for 1-2 months or so - you know each other enough for those + games. + + After few meets doing the above, you can try removing her bra. + The fastest you do it-the better she won't say anything. + Don't ask her too remove it by herself - You're on you own now. + after you opened it, don't ask her to totally remove it + (not at the first time, at least). + + Now it's a very important moment. Remember to close the + lights, and get blanket from somewhere. Move you hand down to the + area of her cunt. (all with clothes, of course). + Pat her near it - but don't touch it directly. She'll bag in + her mind from you to do it. After a few minutes of doing so, + (Don't forget to kiss her all the times...she's not a sex machine) + + Move your hand directly to there. You might feel some bones there + (and by this time you are wondering where the hall is) + + Don't ask her if it's good to her. It is. Your touch there + is just like an electrical shock - it's very pleasuring. + + If she's OK, she will do the same to you, so you will both + feel perfect understand of each other. She might resist to your + touch, but -believe me- if you'll stop toucing there for a meet + or so, she will curse herself. The next time you'll try - + you won't hear a hiss. + + Now...open her trousers. If she'll resist ask her what she + afraids from. What can possibly happen? + Start patting her cunt harder and with circulating movements. + (she is still with her underwear -- don't remove it!) + Have patience and control yourself. + If she'll like what you are doing there, and she's OK, + she will do the same to you. Don't hide your erect penis. + You can't. But she'll will be amazed from the quick reaction... + + Now your hand is there - circulating over her underwear. + The best way of directly touching it is to "accidently" + insert a finger under her underwear. (Do it from her legs side) + She want resist...don't insert a finger in the hole - + It can hurt even if she isn't virgin. Remove you fingers from + there and insert full hand from her stomach side. + Lay your forehand on her hair, and let the fingers play a little + down there. Try to locate her clitoris - this is the mega power + station of emotions... (Open the little lips of her cunt and + travel up until they meet (the lips) there should be there + an small organ (About 2-3 cm) - remember:Don't touch there to + long - it is the most enjoying organ there, but it's not the only. + + Don't forget to kiss her all the times. You can lick her tits + nipples (not all the girls will let you doing so in that stage) + Kiss her under her neck and lick her hear. + + Continue touching her there. The lights are off, but try to + look if her eyes are closed. If they are - she's enjoying. + If not, continue patting her there - her eyes will be closed + immediately. + + Try to concentrate on her (girls like attention) but if she + wants to pleasure you let her doing so. Remember - don't expect + to much from her. You are the leader in the bed. + + Try to give her an orgasm. A few minutes of direct squeezes + at her clitoris will do. If it doesn't - ask her what will make + her good there. Let her instruct you, but don't insist on it. + If she has a serial of convulsions - she reached it (with your + help of course). After that she will feel free to do it to you... + + After the next meet she will take a talk with you. She'll say + that she don't like what you've reached ("..I think we are getting + to much close to it..."). Ask her "What do you afraid of?? + You had fun didn't you? Look. I don't rowing anywhere. + I don't know if I want to it yet (I mean full sex)". + She'll be convinced. She won't start with it when you are doing so- + she have to much pleasure... + + You are both naked now, beside of your underwear (I hope). + Now - lay on her. + Curse the existence of your lower underwear - Loudly. + Lay her on her back. Massage her for 10 minutes. Kiss her back. + Now - Remove her underwear completely - she'll fill safe + because she is on her stomach. (No danger of actual intercourse). + Remove your pants. Lay on her (She still upside down -remember?) + She will Probably feel great and hot. Rub your penis against her + ass chicks. Say to her "would you like me to take some safety + percations?". She'll say "What do you mean?" answer her: + "I almost finished...". + + Pull a condom from somewhere (I bet it waited a long time...) + and put it. Lay again over her and make some moves. Now - Rotate + her so she'll lay on her back again. Lay over her. Fiddle with her + cunt a little and try to insert your penis. + If she'll say "don't insert" - say "ok", wait and retry. + + If it doesn't enter, open her lips with your two hands and try + again. If she is virgin, it will Probably hurt her a little + so please be patient and if you are powerful, wait for the next + meet. (In the next meet throw your parents of your house for the + day). If it still hurts her, try to expend her virgin membrane + with your fingers. (There IS a hole there - even if she is totally + virgin. All you have to do is expend it a little). + + Congratulations.... + + + What if it doesn't work - There are few possibilities: + + - You tried to move too forward with not too much time. + - She's totally cold (Frigid). Find someone else. + - She isn't ready yet. Convince her. "What do you have to loose?" + remember that you must make yourself credit from hers side + - She is afraid of pregnancy : Wait, or convince her that you + will take a reliable anti-pregnancy device. (Tell her that + you'll take condoms; If she's virgin, this is the only + possibility). + + If she is totally afraid, but want to try sexual intercourse, + convince her to take anti-pregnancy pills. + It is vey hard for anyone to admit befor a strange person + that you're making sexual intercoures; try to understand. + BTW, the doctors usually don't "insert hands" today. + (They just test blood pressure and heart beat rate) + + She will give you examples of girls that she READ about that + used anti-pregnancy devices that failed; tell her "Did you hear + about all the intercourses which didn't end with pregnancy ?" + and "Why are you so negative about it? it's positive thing!" + + - If all above fails and she still don't want it, wait. + or....merry her... + + All the procedure described here (From totally start) Should + Take about 3 months. If you're thinking that you are moving + to quick, slow the rate. + + + John Smith. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lesbian.dic b/textfiles.com/sex/lesbian.dic new file mode 100644 index 00000000..55d6f301 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lesbian.dic @@ -0,0 +1,420 @@ +Newsgroups: soc.bi,soc.motss +From: alan@ninja.osf.org (Alan Hamilton) +Subject: LesBiGay and Transgender Glossary (long) +Message-ID: <1992Dec21.233342.24896@osf.org> +Sender: news@osf.org (USENET News System) +Organization: Open Software Foundation +Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1992 23:33:42 GMT +Lines: 411 + +[Sent to soc.bi, soc.motss, BiAct-L, Bisexu-l, BiFem-l.] + +If you have the time and inclination, suggestions for improving this +are most welcome. Please send them to alan@osf.org. + + + LesBiGay and Transgender Glossary + --------------------------------- +This brochure is intended for people who want to think more clearly +about issues of gender identity and sexual identity. It attempts to +provide basic information and vocabulary to enable you to interact +with members of these communities as a respectful and somewhat +informed individual, rather than an offensive person who knows nothing +(and by inference probably does not care) about their community, the +oppression they deal with, and their personal experience. + +The definitions of these words are not standardized, and are used +differently by different individuals and in different regions. The +definitions in (this early version of) this pamphlet were put together +mostly by Alan Hamilton, a bisexual-identified white male from the +Midwest and Northeast of the US. + +The meanings of words change over time, especially as the concepts +they represent change. Concepts and attitudes toward gender identity +and sexual identity are changing in society as a whole and within the +LesBiGay and Transgender communities. Therefore, the meanings of +these words will continue to change as well. See the (updated date) +at the end of this brochure. + +These definitions assume the existence of two and only two each of +_sexes_, _genders_, and _sex/gender roles_, which are separate and +distinct from one another. Many people see them instead as +overlapping, closely related, or as a limited view or model of a much +richer reality. + +Despite these caveats, many people find the terms listed here useful +in varying degrees, either for describing their experience or as a +starting point for describing how their view of the world differs from +that represented here. + +_Sexual Identity_ and _Gender Identity_ are similar in some ways and +very different in others. Both refer to how one thinks of oneself. +The existence and perpetuation of gender identities and sexual +identities is based at least in part in the historic and continuing +oppression of people who do not conform to certain aspects of +society's gender roles. + +However, _sex_, _gender identity_, and _sexual identity_ refer to +\fBdifferent\fP aspects of oneself. Therefore, one may be any +combination of sex (male/female), gender (masculine/feminine), and +sexual identity (straight, bisexual, lesbian/gay.) In recent history, +_bisexuals_, _lesbians_, _gay men_ and _transgendered_ people have +formed communities which are mostly separate but partly overlap with +one another. Because of this historic separation, someone who is a +member of one of these communities does not necessarily understand and +prioritize the issues of others of these communities. One who belongs +to more than one of these communities may feel welcome in each, but +usually neither addresses all one's needs or the way that one's needs +from different communities overlap or interact. + +Corrections and additions to this glossary (from the US and elsewhere) +are welcome. Please send them to ECBN at the address at the end of +this pamphlet. + + +Androgynous/androgyny: Simultaneously exhibiting _masculine_ and +_feminine_ characteristics. + +Biphobia: The _oppression_ or mistreatment of _bisexuals_, either by +heterosexuals (sometimes also called _homophobia_) or by _lesbians_ +and _gay men_. + +Bisexual (community): One who has significant sexual or romantic +attractions to members of both the _same gender_ and the _other +gender_, or who _identify_ as members of the _bisexual community_. +Derogatory terms from _homophobes_ are the same as those for +_lesbians_ and _gay men_. Derogatory terms used by _lesbians_, _gay +men_, and some _heterosexuals_ include: fence sitter, AC/DC, +double-gaited, confused. + +Boy: 1. A young _male_. 2. Colloquial term for _masculine_. Often +used to specify the _gender_ of clothes. [I changed into my _boy_ +clothes.] _Boy_ has often been used as a condescending term for a +_man_ (especially a man of color), and is therefore distasteful to +many people. (See _girl_.) + +Butch: 1. _Masculine_ or macho dress and behavior, regardless of _sex_ +or _gender identity_. 2. A sub-identity of _lesbian_, _gay male_, or +_bisexual_, based on _masculine_ or macho dress and behavior. (See +_femme_.) 3. _(butch it up)_ To exaggerate _masculine_ behaviors, +usually for others' entertainment. (See _camp it up_.) + +Camp: To exaggerate _feminine_ behaviors, usually for others' +entertainment. Also, to _camp it up_. (See _butch it up_.) + +Come out: 1. To deal with one's own and others' reactions to the +discovery or disclosure of one's _sexual identity_. 2. To disclose +one's own _sexual identity_ to another. [I _came out_ to my mother +over Thanksgiving vacation.] 3. (_- to oneself_) To discover that +one's own _sexual identity_ is different than previously assumed. [I +_came out_ to myself three months ago.] 4. (_- for_) To disclose +another's _sexual identity_ with their permission or at their request. +[I asked my mother to _come out_ to my grandparents for me.] (See +_out (someone)_.) 5. May be applied to disclosure of any information +about oneself, not just sexual identity. + +Cross Dresser (CD): One who, regardless of the motivation, wears +clothes, makeup, etc. which are considered (by the culture) +appropriate for the other _gender_ but not one's own. + +Drag (In Drag): 1. Clothes, often unusual or dramatic, especially +those considered appropriate to the _other gender_. 2. _In drag_: +Wearing clothes considered appropriate to the _other gender_. [I went +to the halloween party _in drag_.] [She was wearing butch _drag_.] +4. Can be applied to any recognizable clothes "look." + +Drag Queen: A _M->F_ _transvestite_ who employs dramatic clothes, +makeup, and mannerisms, often for other people's appreciation or for +its shock value. + +Dyke: Reclaimed derogatory slang. Refers to _lesbians_, or to +_lesbians_ and _bisexual_ _females_. + +Electrolysis: Process of killing hair follicles, especially of facial +and neck hair, usually with an electric needle. (See _secondary sex +characteristics_.) + +F->M: _Female_ to _male_. Used to specify the direction of a change +of _sex_ or _gender role_. + +Femme: 1. _Feminine_ or effeminate dress and behavior, regardless of +_sex_ or _gender identity_. 2. A sub-identity of _lesbian_, _gay_, or +_bisexual_, based on _feminine_ or effeminate dress and behavior. +(See _butch_.) + +Female: One who has a vagina. (See _primary sex characteristics_.) + +Female Impersonator (FI): A _male_ who, on specific occasions, _cross +dresses_ and employs stereotypical _feminine_ dialog, voice, and +mannerisms for the entertainment of other people. (See _camp_.) + +Feminine: The _gender role_ assigned to _females_. + +Fetishistic Transvestite: A _transvestite_ who consistently eroticizes +_cross dressing_. May also eroticize fantasies of _gender_ or _sex_ +change. + +Gay (community): One who has significant sexual or romantic +attractions primarily to members of the _same gender_, or who +identifies as a member of the _gay community_. Sometimes used as a +synonym for _lesgay (community)_ or _gay male (community)_. +_Lesbians_ and _bisexuals_ often do not feel included by this term. + +Gay man/male (community: A _man_ who has significant sexual and +romantic attractions primarily to men, or who identifies as a member +of the _gay male community_. Derogatory slang includes: queer, +faggot, swish. + +Gender (identity): How one thinks of oneself in terms of one's _gender +role_. _Masculine_ or _feminine_. (See _butch_, _femme_.) + +Gender (identity) community: Colloquial for _transgender community_. +People who identify as _transvestite_, _transsexual_, or +_transgendered_; or as members of the _(gender community_. Members of +the _gender community_ often do not _identify_ as members of the +_sexual minority community_. + +Gender dysphoria (GD): Unhappiness or discomfort experienced by one +whose _primary sex characteristics_ do not match one's _gender +identity_. + +Gender neutral: Clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, +relationships, etc. which are considered appropriate to both +_genders/sexes_. + +Gender role: Arbitrary rules, assigned by society, that define what +clothing, behaviors, thoughts, feelings, relationships, etc. are +considered appropriate and inappropriate for members of each _gender_. +Which things are considered _masculine_, _feminine_, or _gender +neutral_ varies according to location, class, occasion, and numerous +other factors. + +Genetic: Having to do with the XX (female) or XY (male) chromosome +pair, which most heavily influence _primary_ and _secondary sex +characteristics_. Terms like _genetic male/female_ actually refer to +_gender_, not genes. + +Genetic male/man/boy (GM/GB): One classed as _male_ from birth, +regardless of one's present _sex_ or _gender identity_. (See _boy_.) + +Genetic female/woman/girl (GF/GM/GG): One classed as female from +birth, regardless of one's present _sex_ or _gender identity_. (See +_girl_.) + +Girl: 1. A young female. 2. Colloquial term for _feminine_. Often +used to specify gender of clothes. ["My _girl_ clothes."] _Girl_ has +often been used as a condescending term for a woman, and is therefore +distasteful to many people. (See _boy_.) + +Hermaphrodite: One who has both a penis and a vagina. (See _primary +sex characteristics_.) + +Heterosexual (het): One who has significant sexual or romantic +attractions primarily to members of the _other gender_. Derogatory +terms include: breeder. (See _straight_.) + +Heterosexism: A particular subset of the _oppression_ of _LesBiGays_. +The assumption that identifying as _heterosexual_ and having sexual or +romantic attractions only to members of the _other gender_ is good and +desirable, and that other _sexual identities_ and attractions are bad +and unacceptable, and that anyone is _straight_ whose _sexual +identity_ is not known, usually coupled with a "blindness" to the +existence and concerns of _LesBiGays_. (See _homophobia_, +_biphobia_.) A _heterosexist_ is one who practices heterosexism. + +Homophile (community): Obsolete term for _gay male (community)_. + +Homophobia: Originally, an irrational fear of sexual attraction to the +_same gender_. Developed into a term for all aspects of the +_oppression_ of _LesGays_, sometimes including all _LesBiGays_. (See +_heterosexism_, _biphobia_.) + +Homophobe: One who is afraid of or _oppresses_ people because one +perceives them to have sexual or romantic attractions to the _same +gender_. + +Homosexual: Formal or clinical term for _gay_, usually meaning _gay +male_, sometimes meaning _LesGay_, and occasionally meaning +_LesBiGay_. _Homosexual_ and _homosexuality_ are often associated +with the proposition that _same gender_ attractions are a mental +disorder, and are therefore distasteful to some people. + +Hormone therapy: Used to change _secondary sex characteristics_, +including breast size, weight distribution, and facial hair growth. +(See _electolysis_.) + +Identify/ied (as): To hold a particular _identity_. [I _identify as_ +a _transvestite_.] [I am a _bisexual_ _identified_ person.] + +Identity: How one thinks of oneself, as opposed to what others observe +or think about one. (See _label_, _self-identity_.) + +Internalized homophobia/biphobia: The _internalized oppression_ of +_LesBiGays_ and _bisexuals_. This often includes feeling that we are +bad at the core; that the entire world is unsafe; that we can only +trust other members of our own group; that members of our group are +untrustworthy; that for safety we must stay in hiding; that for safety +we must _come out_ everywhere, all the time; that our love is bad, or +is not the same as other people's love. + +Internalized oppression: Negative messages and feelings about oneself, +one's group, and how members of the group (including oneself) deserve +to be treated, which are taken in as true at some level. +_Internalized oppression_ often includes messages which contradict one +another, as well as messages which reinforce one another. + +Label: How someone thinks of one, as opposed to how one sees oneself. +(See _identity_.) + +Lesbian: A _woman_ who has significant sexual or romantic attractions +to the _same gender_, or who identifies as a member of the _lesbian +community_. _Bisexual women_ often do not feel included by this term. +Derogatory slang: dyke, lesbo. + +LesBiGay (community): Contraction of "_lesbian_, _bisexual_, and +_gay_." Colloquial term for the _sexual identity (community)_. Often +spelled with capital "B" and "G" to prevent misinterpretation as +"lesbian and gay." Does not include the _gender community_. + +LesGay: Contraction of "_lesbian_ and _gay_." Sometimes used to mean +_LesBiGay_, but _bisexuals_ often do not feel included by this term. + +M->F: _Male_ to _female_. Used to specify the direction of a change +in _sex_ or _gender role_. + +Male: One who has a penis. (See _primary sex characteristics_.) + +Male Impersonator: A _female_ who, on specific occasions, _cross +dresses_ and employs stereotypical _masculine_ dialog, voice, and +mannerisms for the entertainment of other people. + +Man: 1. An adult _male_. 2. One who identifies with the _masculine_ +_gender role_, regardless of present _sex_ or _sexual identity_. +Plural: men. + +Masculine: The _gender role_ assigned to _males_. + +Monosexual: One who has significant sexual or romantic attractions +only to members of one sex. _Straight_, _gay_, _lesbian_. Not +_bisexual_. Related terms: monosexism, monosexist. (See +_heterosexist_.) + +Neuter: 1. One who has neither a penis nor a vagina. (see _primary +sex characteristics_.) 2. Occasionally used to mean _androgenous_. + +Oppression: Systematic mistreatment of and misinformation about people +who are (believed to be) members of a particular group or class. +Mistreatment ranges from not including members of the group in one's +circle of friends, media reports on, and representations of society; +through the cold shoulder; not consulting with or accepting input from +them on decisions which concern them; snide comments; verbal +harassment; assault; rape; and murder based on the target person's +(perceived) membership in the group. (See _internalized oppression_, +_homophobia_, _biphobia_.) _Oppress_: to participate in oppression. + +Other sex/gender: The other _sex_ or _gender_ than the reference +person's own. [She has an _other sex_ partner (than her own sex).] +[Are you currently in a relationship with a member of the _other +gender_ (than your own)?] + +(to be) Out: To be open about one's sexual identity with someone or in +a situation. [I am _out_ to my mother.] [I am _out_ at work.] (See +_come out_.) + +Out [someone]: 1. To disclose a second person's sexual identity to a +third person, especially without the second person's permission. 2. +To disclose one's own sexual identity, sometimes without choosing to +do so. [I outed myself by leaving a political letter on my desk, +which my boss saw when he was looking for me.] (See _come out_.) + +Pre-operative transsexual (Pre-op TS): One who is actively planning to +switch physical sexes, mostly to relieve _gender dysphoria_. +Probably, but not necessarily, _cross dresses_, takes _hormone +therapy_, and gets _electrolysis_. + +Primary sex characteristics: Penis (male) or vagina (female.) (See +_female_, _male_, _hermaphrodite_, _neuter_.) + +Same sex/gender: The same _sex_ or _gender_ as the reference person's +own. [He has a _same sex_ partner (as his own sex).] [Are you +currently in a relationship with a member of the _same gender_ (as +yourself)?] + +Secondary sex characteristics: facial and body hair, vocal timbre and +range, breast size, weight distribution. + +Self-identify/identity as: Formal for _identity/identify_. Emphasizes +one's internal reality (_identity_), as opposed to external factors +and others' interpretations of them (_labels_.) + +Sex: _Male_, _female_, _hermaphrodite_, or _neuter_, depending on +one's _primary sex characteristics_. + +Sex role: _Gender role_. + +Sexism: The _oppression_ of _females_, regardless of _sexual +identity_. + +Sexual identity: How one thinks of oneself, in terms of being +significantly attracted to members of the _same gender_ or the _other +gender_. Based on one's internal experience, as opposed to the gender +of one's actual sexual partners. (See _sexual +orientation/preference_.) People whose _sex_ does not match their +_gender identity_ may base the definition of their _sexual identity_ +on either their _sex_ or their _gender_, or may think of themselves as +having two _sexual identities_, one based on each, either +simultaneously or one before _SRS_ and the other after. + +Sexual identity/orientation/preference community: _LesBiGay_ people. + +Sexual minority (community): A formal term which includes LesBiGay and +sometimes transgender people. + +Sexual orientation/preference: 1. A constellation of personal factors, +including _sexual identity_. (See the brochure _Using the Klein Scale +to Teach about Sexual Orientation_, from ECBN.) 2. _Sexual identity_. +_Sexual orientation_ emphasizes that some people feel that one has no +control or influence over the development of one's _sexual identity_. +_Sexual preference_ emphasizes that some people feel that one does or +should have some control or influence over the development of one's +_sexual identity_. + +Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS): A surgical procedure which changes +one's _primary sexual characteristics_ from those of one sex to those +of another (penis to vagina, or vagina to penis.) + +Straight: Colloquial for _heterosexual_. _Straight_ has connotations +of "unadulterated," "pure," and "honest," and some members of the +_sexual identity community_ find distateful the implication that one +who is not _straight_ is "bent," "adulterated," "impure," or +"dishonest." _Straight_ also has connotations of "narrow," +"straight-laced" or "conservative," and some _heterosexual_ people +find it distasteful. + +Transgender community: Formal term for _gender community_. + +Transgendered (TG): One who switches gender roles, whether just once, +or many times at will. Inclusive term for transsexuals and +transvestites. + +Transsexual (TS): One who switches physical sexes (usually just once, +but there are exceptions.) Primary sex change is accomplished by +surgery. (See _Sexual Reassignment Surgery_.) _Hormone therapy_, +_electrolysis_, additional surgery, and other treatments can change +secondary sex characteristics. (See Pre-op TS.) + +Transvestite (TV): One who mainly _cross dresses_ for pleasure in the +appearance and sensation. The pleasure may not be erotic (see +_fetishistic transvestite_.) It may be empowering, rebellious, or +something else. May feel comfortable in a focused _gender role_ while +_cross dressed_. May occasionally experience _gender dysphoria_. + +Queer: 1. Reclaimed derogatory slang for the sexual minority community +(eg. _Queer Nation_.) Not accepted by all the sexual minority +community, especially older members. 2. Sometimes used for an even +wider spectrum of marginalized or radicalized groups and individuals. + +Woman, womyn, womin: 1. A _female_ adult. 2. One who identifies with +the _feminine_ _gender role_, regardless of present _sex_ or _sexual +identity_. Plurals: women, wymyn, wimmin. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/libraryd.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/libraryd.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6bcff5f6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/libraryd.txt @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +From: owner-humor +To: Multiple recipients of list HUMOR +Subject: library database +Date: Sunday, April 10, 1994 2:21PM + + It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. Here I was leisurely browsing +through our library database on psychological abstracts. Whittling away the +time until a good TV show came on. When suddenly, out of nowhere, the +following +alphabetical listing showed up. + +Sexual Harassment +Sexual Intercourse Human +Sexual Masochism +Sexual Reproduction +Sexual Sadism +Sexual Satisfaction +Sexuality +Shamanism +Shame +Sharing Social Behavior +Sheep + +For some reason the sequence seems more than just an alphabetical list. Isn't +this also the life cycle of an adult human male? + +ciao fer now +mike + ---------------------------------------------------------------- + | Mike Smith | Disclaimer: I have never | + | MASMITH@MICKEY.CARIBOO.BC.CA | taken the pulse of a dying | + | voice: 604-371-5518 | duck or given mouth to mouth | + | | resuscitation to a horse fly | + | | --- King Missle----1992 | + ---------------------------------------------------------------- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/linestog.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/linestog.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2b1c0419 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/linestog.txt @@ -0,0 +1,302 @@ + + FAMOUS LINES FOR VARIOUS PURPOSES + + + +Not, I hope, famous, but right up there on the list of most obnoxious: +"So, how long have you been on *this* merry-go-round?" + + +While at the Summer Nationals held at Englishtown last summer, I +had this one pulled on me: + "Do you have a light?" +(as in matches or a cigarette lighter)... +although he should have made sure he didn't have a pack of matches +stuck in the cellophane of his cigarette pack...that made it a bit +obvious. I must admit, he was the nicest "pickup" I have ever met, and we are +meeting again this year at Englishtown (same place...next year?) + + +After going to the trouble of thinking up an original opening line, +the most common responses are: + + "Do you come here often?" +and + "Where do you live?" + + +My favorite "famous line" is one that appeared in this very newsgroup some +months ago: + + "I'd really like to lick apricot brandy out of your navel." + +Other opening lines that I have heard recently (that are famous or +near-famous): + + "Hi. I'm Big Brother. I've been watching you..." + "Where have you been all my life?" + +And one that I used recently, as I was standing next to a woman looking out +the window at Rochester's first snowstorm: + + "Would you like to join me in the Bahamas next week?" + +My only defense is that it was said in a way that made it clear that I wasn't +serious and that seemed like the thing to say at the time... (She said yes, +by the way). + + +"Would you like to see my Congressional Medal of Honor?" +...then, after fumbling with finding it, +"Oops! I must have left it at home." + + +This can only be used in certain situations, but it worked on me: +"You shouldn't run around looking like that or one of us sex-starved +young men might attack you." This was said with a grin. I was +wearing a halter top with a blouse open over it and jeans. He didn't +attack, but we ate dinner together and were good friends through college. + + +Think you can dance in those shoes? +(Nice, macho line. Works best on mean women you've seen once or twice +before, instead of "Have I seen you somewhere?") + +Ok, you can stand next to me, as long as you don't talk about the heat! +(From "Body Heat". Perfect if you've obviously gone waaay out of your +way to talk to a woman standing somewhere else.) + +Did you have a color television when you were a kid? +(Flesh this out with the old "settle an argument" trick, ask her +what color Fred Flintstone's dog Dino is. This has *never failed* +to generate further conversation.) + +You're "no parking", aren't you? +(Another two-parter. Explain that you're trying to guess her sign. +This is so stupid that it's almost bulletproof in the right kind of +bars.) + +Excuse me, I don't want you to think I'm ridiculous or anything, but +you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt +like I had to tell you. +(Then walk away!! Casual sincerity is crucial. Next time you walk +by, you can go for something mundane: "What's your name, occupation, +have you lived in fooville long, etc". This works best on well-scrubbed +ex-cheerleader types.) + +The cutest one I've ever gotten (from my current girlfriend) was after our +first date. She got up and turned off the light, and then said, + +"Why don't you surprise your roommate and not come home tonight?" + +One that I'm stealing from "Red Bricks", an op-ed comic strip formerly seen +at Purdue, is: + +"What's your blood type?" + +"I'm into semiology. What's your sign?" + +My favorite lines: + +In the produce department, "How can you tell if these things are ripe?" + +At the laudromat, "How much bleach should I put in with my good suit?" + + "You don't sweat much for a fat girl." + +"Hey, doll, is this guy boring you? Try me instead! I'm from a different +planet!" + -Zaphod Beeblebrox, Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. + +Once, I was in +a coffee shop and while the waitress was pouring my cup of coffee +she said, "Say when." Response: "As soon as I finish this coffee." +All it got me was a nasty look. + +I liked the pick up lines used in the movie Gregory's Girl: + +"You know when you sneeze, it comes out of your nose at a hundred miles per +hour. Choo! just like that." +and, +"D'ya know how they make veal? They hang babay calves upsode down and slit +them from top to bottom and let the blood drip out." + +Needless to say, both were useless. + +We musn't forget the one used by Les Nessman in WKRP: +"Hi, I'm incredibly rich." + +Well, ok, I'll tell a story on myself. I once had a lover confide to me +that she had had many men tell her that she had a beautiful smile, but that +I was the first to tell her she had a "terrific grin". I guess it worked! + + +overheard in a rural bar: + "Hey, I know you! You were Miss Ohio last year, weren't you?" + +overheard on a NYC street: + "Wow, I like your jeans. Did you design them yourself?" + + +"What a lovely dog! Does it have a phone?" + + +The next one maybe doesn't qualify, except as a counterexample. College +cafeteria, enormeously long tables with benches for seating 40 on each +side. Girl alone at one end of bench, no one else sitting at either side of +the table. Prospective picker upper(?) approches, carrying tray with lunch. +-"Excuse me, is this seat free?" +Girl looks slowly over him, from head to toe, waits till he's almost ready to +put tray down. +-"No." +Girl lowers her eyes back into book. + + +"Lie down; I think I love you." + + +"Want to go to my place for some data? 1600 BPI -- the good stuff!" + + +Gee, you look like my sister + + +For example, if you are italian, you would say: + + +Want a little italian in you? + + +Holds true for whatever ethnic group you belong to. + + +'Course there's always "Your face or mine?" + + +What's a nice girl like you doing on a face like this? + + +>We at the NA40 Institue for Advanced Research in Pop Culture have come +>up with the following classick lines: + + +>If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? + + +>I can sense that you're a terrific lover, and it intimidates me a little. + + +>Let's have breakfast together; shall I call you or nudge you? + + +>If I weren't so romantic, I'd shoot you. + + +>I can't help noticing that you left your peas. + + +>The first time I saw you, I could sense that there was a strong emotional + bond between the two of us. + + +>Isn't my father your tax attorney? + + +>I bet you have delicious thighs. + + +>If you went swimming with me, I'd lick you dry. + + +>Do you believe in love at first sight? How about the synchronocity of + multiple orgasms? + + +>You've got the bluest eyes I've ever seen. + + +>My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love. [from the forthcoming album] + + +>My friend and I have a fifty-cent bet that you won't take off your blouse in a + public place. + + +>I only have a month to live, and I feel like I've never really lived before. + + +>My appendix is about to burst, would you drive me to the hospital? + + +>I've just received government funding for a four-hour expedition to find your + G-spot. + + +>Not only am I rude and tasteless and trying to get you into bed, but I'm also + being paid for it. + + +>Can you believe that just a few hours ago we'd never even been to bed together? + + +>Have you ever had sex underwater? + + +>You look remarkably like our gardener. + + +>Shall I wait for you in my car or will the closet suffice? + + +>I know a great way to burn off the 300 calories in that pastry you just ate. + + +>I'm learning Latin; would you like to come home with me and help me practice + oral declinsions? + + +>Nothing you've ever done before counts. 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An ALL-TEXT BBS. + + "Raw data for raw minds." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lorry.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/lorry.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7a3bce56 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lorry.hum @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +*********************** +* LORRY * +* THE * +* B A B Y S I T T E R * +* ------------------- * +* SUBMITTED * +* BY TIM * +*********************** +* TBF....516 549 0268 * +*********************** + +THE VERY FIRST TIME I BABY-SAT FOR A YOUNG COUPLE I'LL CALL AL AND BARBARA, I +DISCOVERED A MAGAZINE RACK LOADED WITH FOREIGN-LANGUAGE PORNOGRAPHIC MAGAZINES. +WOW! WHAT SEXY PICTURES! COUPLES FUCKING AND SUCKING IN ALL SORTS OF +POSITIONS, MEN FUCKING MEN, AND WOMEN GETTING DOWN ON EACH OTHER. THE WHOLE +ASSORTMENT MADE ME SO HORNY THAT I TOOK OFF MY CLOTHES AND GOT MYSELF OFF TWO +OR THREE TIMES. + +WHEN AL AND BARBARA RETURNED, THE MAGAZINES WERE STILL ON THE COFFEE TABLE AND +THEY TEASED ME ABOUT HAVING LOOKED THROUGH THEIR "COLLECTION." I WAS +EMBARRASSED BUT THEY REALLY DIDN'T SEEM TO CARE; SO THE WHOLE THING WAS SORT OF +LAUGHED OFF. WHEN AL DROVE ME HOME, HE ASKED ME WHETHER THE MAGAZINES HAD +EXCITED ME, AND I TOLD HIM THEY CERTAINLY HAD. WHEN WE PARKED IN FRONT OF MY +HOUSE, HE KISSED ME. I LET HIM UNFASTEN MY CARDIGAN SWEATER AND UNFASTEN MY +BRA. HE SUCKED BOTH OF MY BOOBS UNTIL I JUST ABOUT FLIPPED, AND THEN HE +SLIPPED HIS HAND UP BETWEEN MY LEGS. I GOT THAT I COULDN'T RESIST GROPING HIM. + +"LET'S GET IN THE BACK SEAT, LORRY," HE WHISPERED. "I WANT TO EAT YOUR PUSSY." +THE MINUTE WE GOT INTO THE BACKSEAT, HE PULLED ME UP AND BURIED HIS FACE +BETWEEN MY LEGS. IT WAS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAD EVER DONE *THAT* TO ME, AND +DID I GO OFF! I ALMOST FAINTED. WHEN IT WAS OVER, I SAW THAT HE HAD SOMEHOW +SLIPPED HIS COCK OUT OF HIS PANTS, AND HE SHOVED IT RIGHT UP CLOSE TO ME. I +OPENED MY MOUTH AND TOOK IT EXCITEDLY. HE ORGASMED ALMOST IMMEDIATELY. + +A WEEK LATER MY MOTHER TOLD ME THAT THEY WANTED ME TO BABY-SIT FOR THEM AGAIN. +I COULD HARDLY WAIT. WHEN AL PICKED ME UP, HE TOLD ME THAT THEY REALLY DIDN'T +WANT ME TO BABY-SIT; THEY WANTED ME TO SEE THEIR PORNOGRAPHIC MOVIES. MAYBE, +HE ADDED, ALL THREE OF US COULD HAVE SOME FUN. HE PUT THE CAR IN THE GARAGE +AND ASKD ME WHETHER HE COULD GIVE MY PUSSY A FEW LICKS. + +I PULLED OFF MY PANTIES AND FELT HIS TONGUE UP INSIDE OF ME. WHEN I STARTED TO +SQUIRM, HE SAID THAT WE BETTER GO INTO THE HOUSE BEFORE HE CLIMAXED IN HIS +PANTS. WHEN WE GOT INSIDE, BARBARA PUT HER ARMS AROUND ME AND SAID THAT SHE +WAS SURE THAT WE WOULD HAVE FUN. RIGHT AWAY THEY WANTED TO SHOW ME THE MOVIES. +I NEVER SAW MOVIES LIKE THAT. I GOT SO HORNY THAT I COULD HARDLY STAND IT, AND +I GUESS BARBARA FELT THE SAME WAY BECAUSE SHE HAD UNBUTTONED HER BLOUSE AND WAS +PLAYING WITH HER BOOBS. I SNICKERED, AND SHE SAID, "ARE YOU GETTING HORNY?" +THAT WAS WHEN WE ALL GOT UNDRESSED. + +BARBARA SAID THAT I HAD NICE BOOBS AND RAN HER TONGUE OVER BOTH OF MY NIPPLES. +AL TOOK ME BY THE HAND AND PUT MY FINGERS ON HIS STIFF COCK. "DID I TELL YOU +THAT LORRY SUCKED MY COCK, BARB?" HE SAID, LAUGHING. "I'LL BET SHE'LL EAT YOUR +PUSSY-- WON'T YOU LORRY?". I TOLD THEM I HAD NEVER DONE THAT, BUT I WOULD. SO +WE WENT INTO THE BEDROOM, AND BARBARA SPRAWLED ON THE BED WITH HER LEGS SPREAD +APART. I WAS KIND OF EMBARASSED, BUT SHE COAXED ME TO NUZZLE UP TO HER PUSSY +AND LICK. WOW! WHAT A SENSATION IT WAS. THE MORE I LICKED, THE MORE SHE +BEGAN TO SQUIRM. + +"IS SHE GOING TO BLOW YOU?" AL LAUGHED. "BOY IS SHE EVER!" BARBARA SAID +EXCITEDLY. AL MOVED UP CLOSER, AND BARBARA BEGAN TO SUCK HIS COCK. I LICKED +FASTER AND FASTER. THEN PRETTY SOON, BARBARA WAS HOLLERING, "OOOH, BABY, I'M +GOING TO COME!" AND SHE DID! AND RIGHT AFTERWARDS AL WENT OFF TOO. + +BARB WAS BREATHLESS, BUT SHE WANTED TO EAT MY PUSSY. SO I ROLLED OVER, AND +BEFORE I KNEW IT, SHE WAS DOWN BETWEEN MY LEGS, WITH HER TONGUE INSIDE OF ME! +I ALMOST FLIPPED, AND IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE I KNEW THAT I WAS GOING TO GO OFF. +AL WAS SUCKING ONE OF MY BOOBS WHEN I CAME. + +WE ALL WENT TO THE KITCHEN AND HAD A COKE. AL STARTED TO GET ANOTHER HARD ON +AND BARBARA ASKED ME WHETHER I'D LET AL FUCK ME IF HE WORE A RUBBER. I GIGGLED +AND SAID HE COULD. SO WE WENT BACK INTO THE BEDROOM. AL PUT A RUBBER ON AND +FUCKED ME. IT WAS A FABULOUS SENSATION. + +WE LOOKED AT SOME MORE SEXY MOVIES, AND THEN AL SUGGESTED THAT WE GO BACK TO +BED. HE HAD BARBARA AND ME LIE SIDE BY SIDE SO THAT HE COULD FIRST EAT MY +PUSSY AND THEN BARBARA'S. HE HAD A HARD-ON BY THE TIME HE'D DONE US BOTH, AND +SO I SUCKED. + +SOMETIMES NOW THEY REALLY WANT ME TO BABY-SIT, BUT MOST OF THE TIME WE HAVE +SEX. 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I'll see if she'd like an update tonight." + + Mini was her name , and she was delightfully engineered with eyes +like COBOL and a Prime mainframe architecture that set micro's +peripherals networking all over the place. + + He browsed over her casually, admiring the power of her twin, 32-bit +floating point processors and enquired, "How are you Honeywell?" +"Yes, I am well" she responded, batting her optical fibres engagingly +and smoothing her console over her curvilinear functions. + + Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone +tonight," he said. "How about computing a vector to my base address. +I'll output a byte to eat, and maybe we could get offset later on." + + Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted, +"8K, I've been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I +need to refresh my discs. I'll park my machine cycle in your back- +ground and meet you inside." She walked off, leaving Micro admiring +her solenoids and thinking, "Wow, what a global variable, I wonder +if she'll like my firmware." + + They sat down at the process table to a top of form feed of fiche +and chips and a bucket of Baudot. Mini was in conversation mode and +expanded on ambiguous arguements while Micro gave occasional +acknowledgements although in reality, he was analysing the shortest +and least critical path to her entry point. He finally settled on the +old "would you like to see my benchmark subroutine", but Mini was one +step ahead. + + Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the +full functionality operating system software. "Let's get BASIC, you +RAM," she said. Micro was loaded by this stage, but his processor +module had a processor of its own and was in danger of overflowing +its output buffer, a hang-up that Micro had consulted his analyst +about. "Core," was all that he could say. + + Micro soon recovered, however, when she went down on the DEC and +opened her device file to reveal her data set ready. He accessed his +fully packed root device and was just about to start pushing into her +CPU stack, when she attempted an escape sequence. + + "No No!" she piped. "You're not shielded." + "Reset, Baby," he replied. "I've been fully debugged." + "But I haven't got my current loop enabled and can't support child + processes," she protested. + "Don't run away," he said. "I'll generate an interupt." + "No that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design + philosopy." + + Micro was locked in by this stage, and could not be turned off. But +she soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into +his main supply, whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to +sleep. + + "Computers," she thought as she compiled herself, "all they ever + think of is hex." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/lvb.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/lvb.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6895ce5a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/lvb.txt @@ -0,0 +1,372 @@ +Sorry to those of you who have seen this before. I am getting 30-40 +requests per day for this article, and cannot keep up anymore. Many +people would prefer I post it, rather than send it to them +it seems. So here it is (again). + +Just wanted to state one more thing, also.....several netters have mentioned +that they have gone to Cherry Patch II after calling to be sure Jennifer (or +Star) was working. You will be mislead often by the hostess who answers the +phone, unless you call after 11pm Las Vegas time. I got to know one of them +quite well....the one working after 11pm. She won't lie, but others may. +If you do call, be sure to get the name of the hostess and tell her you are +coming from out of town, if you are. I would think they then would be +honest, but you never know. I called the one I know, and Jennifer will be +working again 8/25 for three weeks. Hope this helps.... + +> I apologize to those who sent me an email thru the anon.penet.fi +> address to get this post. It appears that this has generated an +> "inordinate amount of mail" so I may have had my friends anon +> account revoked for awhile. My friend has now agreed to allow me +> to reply directly to those interested in this post, but I will need +> your real internet or usenet address. My friend still gets mail +> addressed to him through an33732@anon.penet.fi, but I cannot reply +> back to you through there. So if you have a question, or would like +> this post, you may now just reply to this post. Sorry to inconvenience +> all those who replied and thought I would send this post to them. +> Justin + +> (This is a post from a friend of mine, Justin, who does not have +> internet access. I have agreed to post this for him, and he has +> agreed to reply to messages using my account. Therefore do not +> be surprised if a reply takes a few days. Replying through my +> anonymous ID (an33732@anon.penet.fi) will not reveal your identity +> to me, nor my identity to you, thereby respecting the privacy of both +> parties.) +> +> I just wanted to share my experience at a couple Las Vegas brothels +> to help inform/educate those of you who have been curious but have +> not yet taken the plunge. I think you will be pleasantly surprised, +> as I was. I also hope I can help you not get "taken" by cheap trash +> or limo drivers, as I was. +> +> The first thing I did, thanks to the suggestion of a fellow netter, +> was buy a copy of a book which explains locations/etiquette/etc. +> for Nevada brothels. This was pretty easy, since I just mentioned +> I was looking for it at an Adult Book Store in Las Vegas, and the +> gentleman told me where to find a guy who sells them. The book was +> very good, but did not explain alot of the potential pitfalls of +> this type of activity, which I hope to describe here. +> +> If anyone would like the 160+ page book (The 1993 Guide to Nevada +> Brothels), I would be willing to sell it since I no longer have any +> use for it. I paid $10 for it, and feel it was well worth it, +> especially for the maps of all Nevada locations. It seems a bit +> one-sided however, but not too badly. It is yours for $7. +> +> Now on to the excursion.... +> +> After reading every page of the book, mainly for etiquette +> tips, I decided I'd venture out into the desert on the second day +> of my 5-day visit. There aren't any cathouses in Las Vegas, which +> I was aware of, but I didn't think I would have to travel so far! +> The one I visited that night was Cherry Patch II, and it is 86 +> miles north of Las Vegas. So this is my first hint....if you visit +> Sin City, and plan on venturing out to one of the brothels, stay in +> a motel on the north side of Las Vegas to save yourself extra driving. +> +> Next hint....don't take one of the "free" limo services to a brothel! +> You will be told on the phone that the drivers work strictly on a tip +> basis, but I have been informed that this is simply not true. I should +> have been suspicious right off the bat when I was asked "how much do +> you intend to spend" on the phone. I had no idea, so just made up a +> figure. Later I was told that this is because the driver gets 30% of +> the money you spend!! Now, it may be a personal opinion of mine, but +> if you "party" with a nice girl and are treated well, the girl should +> get a majority of the money, and maybe some smaller portion should go +> to the house. That isn't the case at all. These girls work hard for +> their money, and aren't treated all that well by the house, so I +> personally feel that they deserve every penny they earn. +> +> If you don't take a limo, I was informed that the girl and the house +> split the total take (including the tip, which must be reported to the +> hostess as well!). +> +> If you do take a limo, you are expected to tip (driver explained that +> $75 was average). And what is worse, if you by chance call when someone +> else is requesting a ride (apparently, not that many people request this +> service), I don't think the driver should get $75 per person! But +> believe me when I say the driver will expect it! Maybe I'm just cheap... +> +> Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked.... Cherry Patch II is the easiest to +> get to, so that is why I chose it. ...and was I glad I did (explained +> later). Just hop on North U.S. Highway 95 and 86 miles later you will +> see a red flashing light. There is nothing for miles before you reach +> it, so when I say you can't miss it, I really mean you can't miss it! +> If you really need help, there is a very pricey gas station next to it, +> and a restaurant/shop. But fill up before you leave Las Vegas, since +> it was $1.79 per gallon for regular unleaded when I was there in June. +> +> Once there, you will approach a fenced-in building in which you must +> ring a buzzer. A minute or so later, the gate will buzz and you will +> be able to push it open. A "hostess" will then meet you at the door. +> +> You will then be asked to be seated on a plush couch, at which time +> you can request someone (if you know of someone in particular). +> Otherwise, the hostess will have the available girls come out and +> "line-up" for you. Each girl will state her name, and just stand +> there in their revealing attire until you decide who you would like +> to part with. Try to remember their names, since it is embarrassing +> (or at least it was for me) when you forget and just point. I'll +> have to work on the memory thing......sorry, but I happen to have +> had other things on my mind at the time! +> +> If you decide that none of the girls are your type, there is no +> obligation, and you are free to leave. Be kind and thank the girls +> and the hostess anyway......they may have just gotten up from a nap +> for the line-up. One of the nice things I found is that there is +> no heavy pressure to stay and party....if you leave, that is +> really ok. Also, I should mention that even if you pick a girl, and +> then find out prices are too high, or her personality isn't just +> right, you are free to leave or speak to any of the other girls at +> no obligation. +> +> Anyway, back to the line-up. Once you pick (I picked Star), that +> girl will escort you to her (bed)room and explain the "menu" options +> and prices. You can negotiate, and should, unless you know exactly +> what you want and how much you want to spend. Personally, I have +> a hard time saying "I would like a suck and fuck for $100" (as I +> was told one rude customer did) to a beautiful girl, so I let Star +> do most of the talking. She was an attractive blonde with a really +> nice personality. +> +> Note; there is no kissing on the mouth, and oral sex and intercourse +> MUST be done with a condom. This is, of course, for the sake of safety. +> You are not supposed to be able to go down on a girl, either. If you +> did, it would probably be ok, since these girls are inspected by a +> state-certified doctor twice per week (samples taken and +> everything!). Most girls won't allow it anyway.....but it doesn't +> hurt to ask. +> +> I was particularily interested in giving Star a massage, and it wasn't +> on her menu, so I asked (nothing was in the book about this!). I don't +> know how in the world I managed to get up the nerve to ask any +> questions, or even speak, for that matter! I'm basically a very shy +> person, especially when it comes to talking to a beautiful half-dressed +> female. +> +> Anyway, it was apparent that they don't get that request often, +> since the reply was a surprised "sure!". I guess most men like to +> receive the massage, which is nice, but you don't have to pay that +> kind of money for a massage since that is available in massage parlors. +> Cathouses will go farther than what should occur in a massage parlor, +> of course. So after negotiating a price of $150, the party started. +> +> A note about the money situation....I would strongly recommend that you +> bring cash (nothing is in the book about this either) if you +> want to remain anomymous. They do accept Visa and Mastercard (is that +> a kick or what!!) and the charge will appear as "C Patch II" on your +> statement, I was told. +> +> They also accept travelers checks (no personal checks), but require a +> drivers license or some other proof of identification. So cash is the +> only real way to remain totally anonymous.....plus you really should +> tip with cash anyway. +> +> Star, and another girl which I will get to later, were particularily +> personable.....I have since found out and heard that this is not a +> trait you will find very often in this profession. It seems most are +> there to get you up, off, and out as quickly as possible, which makes +> sense since their time is valuable (time is money, remember?). +> Finding someone who is very easy to talk to made it all that much +> more relaxing for my first time. For me, that made all the +> difference in the world. +> +> So I gave Star a lengthy body massage with hand lotion she provided. +> This was very erotic for me. She then asked if she could return +> the favor, to which I then said "sure!". After giving me a body massage, +> she asked if she could put a condom on me, and then proceded to perform +> deep throat oral sex. After I climaxed, I decided to "extend" my stay. +> We had intercourse, after which she layed next to me an just held me +> for quite awhile. I was quite sweaty after this, so she asked me if +> I wanted to take a shower (which I thought meant with her), but it +> was not to be ....this time anyway. +> +> To stay on the topic of Star, I will jump to the third visit to a brothel +> in which I saw her again. During this visit, I fulfilled a fantasy which +> I never ever expected to be able to fill. After spending a fair amount +> of time relaxing her, I was able to put my entire fist inside her. Now +> you may not believe this, but I have no reason to lie.....this is all +> being done anonymously anyway. She was quite shocked when it occurred, +> actually, and had never heard the term before. This was her first time, +> for this activity, and I have good reason to believe it. DO NOT EXPECT +> TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS WITH ANY GIRL YOU PARTY WITH! I am confident almost +> every girl would say that is not allowed. Because I was a "repeat" +> customer, I think I was allowed a little extra leniency with Star. +> I was very gentle with her the first time, and I think she knew that I +> was not there to harm her....that I cared about her as a person, even +> if I was paying for a service. She also actually seemed to be enjoying +> it, which I could tell from her moans (which were NOT from pain)....I +> asked her frequently if I was hurting her in any way, and she always +> said no. She was very easy to talk to.....I never expected to find +> anyone like that in one of these establishments. +> +> I also didn't expect to be able to fulfill a fantasy involving golden +> showers, but she was willing to help me with this also (after advising her +> to drink lots of liquids). After that episode, we both showered, but this +> time, together! +> +> In leaving both times, since I had a very enjoyable stay, I tipped her +> well (20% is recommended, but more if you have a good time). You will +> be gratefully thanked for your tip, believe me! +> +> Now to jump back to my second visit to a brothel. I took a "limo" to +> Cherry Patch I, since I didn't think I could find it without a ride. +> Since I called when someone else requested a ride, there were two of us +> in the car for the ride (they don't use limo's anymore.....I was driven +> in an older cadillac).....that was a bit uncomfortable (not the ride, +> but being in a car with another john). The driver was personable, +> but the fact that they bill this as a "free" service still gets to me. +> +> So we get there after the 70 minute drive and I'm wondering about +> how we get back, since there was two of us. The other guy suggested +> that we stay no longer than an hour, since it was late in the evening +> already, so I agreed. Good thing he spoke up (and Damn good thing this +> wasn't a trip to see Jennifer at CPII....read below), cuz I sure as hell +> wasn't about to suggest anything! +> +> So during the line-up of 6 girls, he suggested that I pick first +> (I have to say, he was a really nice john). There +> was a tall short-haired blonde with a killer body that I chose (name +> withheld, since I want to continue living should she find out somehow +> who I am and send one of her huge Harley-riding boyfriends after me). +Man, +> was that a mistake! And I'm only revealing this so that YOU think +> twice before letting your little head make your decision instead of your +> big head!! A great body DOES NOT always come with a nice personality, as +> I was quick to find out. Maybe I'm not like all guys, but I don't like +> being with someone without a personality, and I find it hard to get +> aroused also. So her prices were higher, and I couldn't climax, and I +> felt miserable afterwords. That was when I realized how special Star +> was, since she made me feel like I was at home, and very relaxed. Oh, +> almost forgot....this girl also claimed she was PMS'ing so she was +> tender and I could hardly touch her. THAT made the massage real +> interesting...... +> +> So now you know why I saw Star a second time. But since I wanted to +> experience at least one other girl, I asked Star for a recommendation +> after our second visit. She recommended her friend, Jennifer. +> +> Had Jennifer not been "busy" for the first line-up in which I picked Star, +> I'm sure I would never have met Star. Jennifer was even more +> comfortable to be with, and to me, she didn't even seem like she +> belonged there. Turns out she "said" she had been doing this for only +> a short period of time, and was only planning on staying there til the +> end of the year to get up some money so she could go back home. She +> seemed very sincere, and I tend to believe her. She was almost "too" +> nice, but not in a fake sort of way. From her, it really seemed genuine. +> +> So when I arrived the next day, knowing that I was going to request +> Jennifer, I asked the hostess if Jennifer was available. She was, but +> because I did not really know what she looked like, I requested a line-up +> anyway. Star lined-up first, Jennifer was next, but once I laid my eyes +on +> Jennifer, I didn't even hear the introductions from the other girls....I +> just said "Jennifer please" and that was the start of my road to paradise. +> +> Jennifer is a white woman that has beautiful green eyes and +> is about 5' 5" tall, with soft brunette hair that runs a little +> bit past her shoulders. After I got to know her, which you will find out +> about in a bit, I asked her what her measurements were, knowing +> full well that I'd be posting something about her on internet..... +> 34-26-36. She has very soft, beautiful breasts whose nipples erect +> very easily. But for me, the great body was nothing compared to her +> personality. She genuinely seemed to care about the customer, something +> that alot of businesses around this great country could take a little +> notice of. She took my hand since she could tell I was a bit +uncomfortable. +> She made me feel as if I were her best friend, and she just wanted to +> satisfy me. That may seem hard to believe, but that is really +> what it felt like to be with her. +> +> I also started by requesting that I give her a massage.....and rather +> than just lying on her back like Star did, she asked if I would like her +> on her back OR her stomach! That is what I mean about the caring about +> the customer.....she wanted to do what I wanted, not what she wanted. +> I enjoy giving frontal massages more (I wonder why??) so of course I had +> her lie on her back. This was nice, since I didn't then have to pipe up +> later and say, "would you mind rolling over?" as I did with Star. +> +> I'm not going to go into too much detail about my time with Jennifer, +> since much of it was the same as with Star, except for one special +> event. She allowed me to insert 4 fingers from one hand deep inside +> of her, palm up, and then guided my other hand on top of her tummy. +> She then pressed the outside hand down to make contact with the fingers +> inside her. I had never even fantasied about that, and let me tell you, +> this was erotic (for me, anyway). But the way she guided me through the +> whole event was what was so special. It was like she really wanted me +> to experience this. She also gave me an anatomy lessen by describing +> what I was feeling inside of her, which was good since I really hadn't +> really ever taken the time to learn the female anatomy. +> +> Jennifer is more petite than Star, so fisting could not be performed.... +> I don't think it would have been possible, and being the shy person I +> am, I didn't even ask. Believe me, the thought crossed my mind, but +> since she was so nice, I just didn't want to hurt her. +> +> Needless to say, I found myself "extending" my stay numerous times with +> her......and ended up visiting again just to request her. Believe me, +> a few hours with Jennifer is an experience that you will never forget. +> I may have left Las Vegas a poor man (and I didn't even gamble at all!), +> but also I left alot happier having spent some (alot of?) time with her. +> She is not like the +> typical girl you will find at a brothel....and from talking to other +> people, this is VERY true. Many of the girls, I am told, are working +> just to maintain a drug habit. Jennifer stated she was not into that. +> I cannot say enough nice things about her, but that is just because she +> made the whole stay so enjoyable. Just talking to her was worth the +> money, if you can believe that. Call me a sucker, but a girl with a +> really caring personality and a nice body aren't a dime a dozen. So +> spending a few dollars (alright, you got me there.....it was ALOT of +> dollars) was well worth it in the case of Jennifer. +> +> So to sum it up, if you find yourself in Las Vegas in the near future, +> and plan on visiting one or more of these establishments, stay on +> the north side of the city. Don't take a limo (unless you don't get a +> car....in that case, the limo might be worth it) and let the brain in +> the head on top of your body make the decision of who to pick. I would +> recommend you go to CPII first, and request Jennifer. +> If she is "busy", you can go to the shop/restaurant next door, and they +> will call you when she is available. This usually only would be a +> wait of a maximum of 45 minutes (parties are usually less than that, +> though). Then, if time or money permits, try someone else to see if +> you can find anyone else that even comes close to being as nice. +> But if you're like me, you'll come back to her.....no one will compare. +> +> Remember, she will only be there (supposedly) til the end of the year +> though. You can call CPII (702-372-5551 or 702-372-5678) and find out +> if she is working, and this is highly recommended since these girls +> work for 3 weeks and then take off 2 weeks, as a general rule. +> Jennifers next "trip" starts on July 22nd, I believe, and lasts +> for 3 weeks. Call after 8PM, though, Pacific time (that is 11 PM +> on the East Coast, for you non-time wizards). +> +> ....and if you visit, tell her Justin from Milwaukee recommended her. +> She probably won't remember me, but if you tell her that I was the +> fool who spent his life savings (well, almost!) just to be with her, +> that just may jog loose a memory cell or two. But I have to say, +> if I had the money, I would do it all over again (minus the CPI +> experience, of course). +> +> (I didn't mention that Jennifer is a well-educated girl, did I? Well +> there, now I did! She almost has a bachelors degree, but wouldn't +> tell me in what field. It is readily apparent in the way she speaks, +> acts and thinks.) +> +> Good luck! I hope the info in this post can make someones trip more +> enjoyable......sure wish someone had told me about some of the things +> I had to learn the hard way! If you do by chance visit Las Vegas, +> be sure to post something so the rest of us can benefit from your +> experience. I know I will never ever forget mine. +> +> If you have any questions or comments, you can email me at +> an33732@anon.penet.fi and I will eventually respond once I am +> forwarded the message. I only hear from the poster about twice +> per week, so there could be a delay in my response. +> +> (P.S. No, I am not her husband/boyfriend trying to drum up additional +> business, nor am I the owner of CPII!!!!! So please keep all flames to a +> bare minimum! Thanks.) + + +-- +george.tews@mixcom.com \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/male_t.est b/textfiles.com/sex/male_t.est new file mode 100644 index 00000000..768c1129 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/male_t.est differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/manhood.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/manhood.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..69ab6372 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/manhood.jok @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ + + [From "Work Is Hell" by Matt Groening] + + The Road To Manhood + ------------------- + + First safety-pin jab during diaper change + First weaning + First step + First fall + First peek up the teacher's dress while lying on the floor during + naptime at nursery school + First lecture that "the penis is not a toy". + First lie told to escape punishment + First dirty joke heard + First dirty joke understood + First profanity overheard by parent + First victimization by bigger, older kid + First victimization of smaller, younger kid + First 10,000 hours of watching TV + First realitization that girls might not be the enemy + First realitization that everything you've been taught is a lie + First compulsive masturbation + First time drunk + First car accident + First furtive sexual experience + First sexually transmitted disease + First marriage + First divorce + First tax audit + First realitization that you might not write the Great American Novel + before you're thirty + First realitization that you must be a man, 'cause you're not a kid + anymore + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/massage.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/massage.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..72ed1107 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/massage.txt @@ -0,0 +1,371 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards +Subject: Re: Penis Massage / Vagina Massage (this is it, folks!) +Message-ID: +Organization: Willamette University, Salem OR +Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 04:40:42 GMT +Lines: 369 + +Okay, I'm not the original poster ( who was that masked man ... I wanted +to thank him...) But here is the full text of both techniques. Can we +get this put in the FAQ? + +____________________________________________________________________ + +Yoni (pronounced YO-NEE) is a Sanskrit word for the vagina that +is loosely translated as "Sacred Space" or "Sacred Temple." It's +meaning and use is an alternate perspective from the Western view +of the female genitals (i.e., Pussy, Cunt, Twat, etc., words which +may or may not be complimentary depending on the intent of their +usage). In Tantra, the Yoni is seen from a perspective of love and +respect. This is especially helpful for men to learn. + +The purpose of the Yoni Massage is to create a space for the +woman (the receiver) to relax, and enter a state of high arousal and +experience much pleasure from her Yoni. Her partner (the giver) +experiences the joy of being of service and witnessing a special +moment. The Yoni Massage can also be used as a form of safer sex +(when latex gloves are used) and is an excellent activity to build +trust and intimacy. Some massage and sex therapists use it to assist +women to break through sexual blocks or trauma. + +The goal of the Yoni massage is not orgasm. Orgasm is often a +pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is simply to pleasure +and massage the Yoni/vagina. From this perspective both receiver +and giver can relax, and not have to worry about achieving +something. When orgasm does occur it is usually more expanded, +more intense and more satisfying. Orgasm is allowed to happen or +not happen. + +It is also helpful for the giver to not expect anything in return. Just +allow the receiver to enjoy the massage and to relax into herself +afterwards. Of course, other sexual activity may follow but it +should be entirely the receiver's choice. This perspective will build +greater intimacy and trust, and will greatly expand your sexual +horizons. + +PREPARATION: + +Bathing is always helpful as it relaxes both the receiver and giver. A +quiet space is desirable with pleasing music, candles, pillows, etc., +or whatever makes the participants relax and feel safe. Allow +yourself enough time and do not hurry through the process. + +Go to the bathroom before beginning the massage. The best results +will occur when the bowels and bladder are empty and you will +avoid the unnecessary experience of interrupting the massage to go +to the bathroom. + +Connect with your partner by hugging, holding, eye gazing (looking +into each other's eyes for an extended time), or whatever brings you +to a place of safety and relaxation. + +PROCEDURE: + +Have the receiver lie on her back with pillows under her head so +she can look down at her genitals and up at her partner (giver). +Place a pillow, covered with a towel, under her hips. Her legs are to +be spread apart with the knees slightly bent (pillows or cushions +under the knees will also help) and her genitals clearly exposed for +the massage. + +The giver sits cross-legged between the receivers' legs. The giver +may wish to sit on a pillow or cushion. This position allows full +access to the Yoni and other parts of the body. + +Before contacting the body, begin with deep, relaxed breathing. +Both giver and receiver should remember to keep breathing deeply, +slowly and with relaxation during the entire process. The giver will +gently remind the receiver to start breathing again if the receiver +stops or takes shallower breaths. Deep breathing, not +hyperventilating, is very important here. + +Gently massage the legs, abdomen, thighs, breasts, etc., to get the +receiver to relax and for the giver to prepare for touching the Yoni. + +Pour a small quantity of a high-quality oil or lubricant on the mound +of the Yoni. Pour just enough so that it drips down the outer lips +and covers the outside of the Yoni. (Several excellent sexual +lubricants are available for this. Many lingerie shops, sex toy shops, +sex magazines, etc., offer these safe lubricants. My favorite is Yoni +Play from Looking Good Enterprises.) + +Begin gently massaging the mound and outer lips of the Yoni. +Spend some time here and do not rush. Relax and enjoy giving the +massage. Gently squeeze the outer lip between the thumb and index +finger, and slide up and down the entire length of each lip. Do the +same thing to the inner lips of the Yoni/vagina. Take your time. + +The receiver can massage her own breasts or may just relax and +continue breathing deeply. +It is helpful for giver and receiver to look into each other's eyes as +much as possible. The receiver can tell the giver if the pressure, +speed, depth, etc., needs to be increased or decreased. Limit your +speaking and focus on the pleasurable sensations. (It is my +experience that too much talking gets one out of their feelings and +diminishes the effects.) + +Gently stroke the clitoris with clockwise and counter-clockwise +circles. Gently squeeze it between thumb and index fingers. Do this +as a massage and not to get the receiver off. The receiver will +undoubtedly become very aroused but continue to encourage her to +just relax and breathe. + +Slowly and with great care, insert the middle finger of your right +hand into the Yoni (there is a reason for using the right hand as +opposed to the left. It has to do with polarity in Tantra.). Very +gently explore and massage the inside of the Yoni/vagina with this +finger. Take your time, be gentle, and feel up, down and sideways. +Vary the depth, speed and pressure. Remember, this is a massage +and you're nurturing and relaxing the Yoni. + +With your palm facing up, and the middle finger inside the Yoni, +move the middle finger in a "come here" gesture or crook back +towards the palm. You will contact a spongy area of tissue just +under the pubic bone, behind the clitoris. This is the G-spot or in +Tantra, the sacred spot (there are many excellent books that go into +detail about this area). Your partner may feel as if they have to +urinate or it may be painful or pleasurable. Again vary the pressure, +speed and pattern of movement. You can move side to side, back +and forth, or in circles with your middle finger. You can also insert +the finger that's between your middle finger and pinky. Check with +your partner first before sticking two fingers into them. Most +women should have no problem and will enjoy the increased +stimulation from two fingers. Take your time and be very gentle. +You may use the thumb of the right hand to stimulate the clitoris as +well. + +An option to try if the receiver wants it is to insert the pinky of the +right hand into her anus. Ask her first and do not insert your pinky +into her Yoni/vagina after it has been in her anus. Use lubrication +and be very gentle. + +(In Tantra, it is said that when your pinky is in her anus, the next +finger and middle finger in her Yoni/vagina, and your thumb on +your clitoris, "You are holding one of the mysteries of the universe +in your hand.") + +So, what is your left hand doing all this time? You can use it to +massage the breasts, abdomen, or clitoris. If you massage the +clitoris it's usually best to use your thumb in an up down motion, +with the rest of your hand resting on and massaging the mound. +The dual stimulation of right and left hands will provide much +pleasure for the receiver. I do not recommend using your left hand +to touch your own genitals because it may take your focus off the +receiver. Remember, this massage is for her pleasure and much of +the benefit comes from not only the physical stimulation but the +intent as well. + +Continue massaging, trying different speeds, pressures and motions. +Keep breathing and looking into each other's eyes. She may have +powerful emotions come up and may cry. Just keep breathing and +be gentle. Many women have been sexually abused and need to be +healed. A giving, loving and patient partner can be of great value to +her. + +If she has an orgasm, keep her breathing, and continue massaging if +she wants. More orgasms may occur, each gaining in intensity. In +Tantra this is called "riding the wave." +Many women can learn how to be multi-orgasmic with the Yoni +Massage and a very patient partner. + +Keep massaging until she tells you to stop. Very slowly, gently, and +with respect, remove your hands. Allow her to just lay there and +enjoy the afterglow of the Yoni massage. Cuddling or holding is +very soothing as well. As you learn to master the Yoni Massage +your sex life will be greatly enriched and you will learn a great deal +about feminine sexuality. + +There is a similar massage for men called the Lingam Massage. +Lingam is a Sanskrit word for the penis that means, "Wand of +Light." I will post it some other time. + +Namaste, +Jeffery +-- +===================================================================== +``You are the passage through which time flows. You are the emptiness +that holds all space. You are the center that is everywhere, turning +on itself in an endless dance of ecstasy.'' -- Judith Whitman-Small + + +This is a follow-up to the recently posted "Yoni Massage" +and is the male version of the Tantric/Sacred Sexuality +pleasuring technique. Enjoy. + +The Lingam Massage + +BACKGROUND INFO: + +The Sanskrit word for the male sexual organ is Lingam +(pronounced LING-AHM, [LING rhymes with sing]) and +is loosely translated as "Wand of Light." It's meaning is +different in intention from the typical Western view of the +penis (i.e., Cock, Prick, Dong, Dick, etc., words that may +come from a limited perspective, depending on the intent of +their usage). In Tantra/Sacred Sexuality, the Lingam is +respectfully viewed and honored, a "Wand of Light" that +channels creative energy and pleasure. + +The purpose of the Lingam Massage is to create a space the +receiver to relax, and receive expanded pleasure from his +Lingam. His partner (the giver) experiences the joy of +facilitating and witnessing the man surrendering to his +softer, gentler side. The Lingam Massage can be used as a +form of safer sex (when latex gloves are used) and is an +excellent process to build trust and intimacy. It is often +used to help men heal from negative sexual conditioning and +trauma. + +Orgasm is not the goal of the Lingam massage although it is +often a pleasant and welcome side effect. The goal is to +massage the Lingam, also including testicles, perineum and +Sacred Spot (the equivalent to the female G-spot), and +allow the man to surrender to a form of pleasure he may not +be used to. From this perspective both receiver and giver +relax into the massage. + +Men need to learn to RELAX and RECEIVE. Traditional +sexual conditioning has the man in a doing and goal oriented +mode. The Lingam Massage allows the man to experience +his softer, more receptive side and experience pleasure from +a non-traditional perspective. + +PREPARATION: + +Take a relaxing bath or shower. Take your time and breathe +deeply. Conscious, relaxed breathing will take you out of +your mental process and will get you more into your +feelings. Relax your belly and let go of the tension that most +of us hold there. + +Go to the bathroom before beginning the massage. The best +results occur when the bowels and bladder are empty. + +Let go of your thoughts and connect with your partner +through hugging, holding, eye gazing (looking into each +other's eyes for an extended time), bringing both of you to a +place of relaxation and trust. + +PROCEDURE: + +Have the receiver lie on his back with pillows under his head +so he can look up at his partner (giver). Place a pillow, +covered with a towel, under his hips. His legs are to be +spread apart with the knees slightly bent (pillows or +cushions under the knees will also help) and his genitals +clearly exposed for the massage. + +The giver sits cross-legged between the receivers' legs. + +Before contacting the body, begin with deep, relaxed +breathing. Gently massage the legs, abdomen, thighs, chest, +nipples, etc., to get the receiver to relax. Remind the +receiver to breathe deeply and to sink deeper into +relaxation. + +Pour a small quantity of a high-quality oil (or water-based +lubricant when using latex gloves) on the shaft of the +Lingam and testicles. Begin gently massaging the testicles, +taking care to not cause pain in this sensitive area. Massage +the scrotum gently, causing it to relax. Massage the area +above the Lingam, on the pubic bone. Massage the +Perineum, the area between the testicles and anus. Take +your time. You are giving a massage to an often neglected +area of the body. + +Massage the shaft of the Lingam. Vary the speed and +pressure. Gently squeeze the Lingam at the base with your +right hand, pull UP and slide off and then alternate with +your left hand. Take your time doing this, right, left, right, +left, etc. Then, change the direction by starting the squeeze +at the head of the Lingam/penis and then sliding DOWN and +off. Again, alternate with right and left hands. + +Massage the head of the Lingam as if you are using an +orange juicer. Massage all around the head and shaft. In +Tantra there are many nerve endings on the Lingam that +correspond to other parts of the body. It is said many +ailments can be cured by receiving a good Lingam Massage. + +NOTE: The Lingam may or may not go soft as you perform +this technique. Do not worry if it doesn't get hard again. +You will probably find that it will get hard, then go soft, get +hard again, etc., which is a highly desirable Tantric +experience, like riding a wave, bobbing up and down. +Hardness and Softness are two ends of the pleasure +spectrum. + +If it appears that the receiver is going to ejaculate, back off, +allowing the Lingam to soften a little before resuming the +massage. Do this several times, coming close to ejaculation, +and then backing off. Remember, the goal is not orgasm in +and of itself. Men can learn the art of ejaculatory mastery +and control by coming close to ejaculation and then backing +off on the stimulation. Deep breathing is key here and will +soften the urge to ejaculate. Eventually ejaculatory mastery +will allow you to make love as long as you want and you +can become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. +Orgasm and ejaculation are two different responses that you +can learn to separate. The result is a very expanded sex life. + +Find and massage the male Sacred Spot. There are two +ways to do this. + +One is by finding the spot midway between the testicles and +anus. There is a small indentation about the size of a pea or +maybe larger. Be gentle and push inward. He will feel the +pressure deep inside and it may be intensely painful at first. +Eventually, as this area is worked on and softened, he will +be able to expand his orgasms and master ejaculatory +control. You can massage his Lingam with your right hand +and massage his Sacred Spot with your left hand. Try +pushing in on this spot when he nears ejaculation. It is aptly +named the Million Dollar Point in Taoism. + +The other way to access the Sacred Spot is through the +anus. Many men, especially heterosexual men, are +uncomfortable at first as a result of negative sexual +conditioning. Be careful here and use lubrication. The key is +to go slow and be very gentle. Make sure he is breathing as +you slip a finger from your left hand into the anus about an +inch or so. Then crook the finger back in a "come here" +gesture. You will feel the prostate gland. Vary the pressure +and speed of massage. He may want stimulation of the +Lingam as you massage the Sacred Spot. Back off on the +Lingam as he approaches orgasm and increase the pressure +on the Sacred Spot. + +Sometimes the man may have strong emotions come up +during access to the Sacred Spot. He may cry and remember +a traumatic event from his past. You, the giver, are in a +place of trust and intimacy. Allow him to feel his emotions +and be very loving, not trying to console or fix him, just let +him feel whatever he needs to. Encourage him to scream, +cry, moan, sob, if it feels appropriate. Be the best friend and +healer he could have in that moment. + +ENDING THE MASSAGE: + +If he chooses to let go and ejaculate, encourage him to breathe +deeply during the orgasm. It will blow his mind, especially if +he has come close and held back at least SIX times before +ejaculating. Holding back six times charges up the sexual +battery with tremendous energy. It is then his choice as +to where he wants to send this energy -- out with their +ejaculate (the prevailing paradigm) or inward for +other uses (men who master ejaculation are able to +channel this energy into other areas of their being). + +When he feels complete with the massage gently remove +your hands and allow him to lie there quietly. You may want +to snuggle up together or you can leave the room and let +him drift off into a meditative state. Allow him to fully +experience his childlike innocence and magnificent male +beauty. + +Have fun with this technique and share it with your friends +and loved ones. + +Namaste, +Jeffery + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/masturb.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/masturb.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..82535c88 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/masturb.txt @@ -0,0 +1,100 @@ + +MASTURBATION TECHNIQUES AND INFO. +(C) 1986 + + +I love masturbation. I can't get enough of it. I guess you could call me a +geek, but a geeky fag who doesn't have AIDS. I will explain a few various +techniques on how to experience pleasure in the privacy of your own home, or +whereever you enjoy most. + +1. places + +Some of the places i've jerked off in include..my home, the woods, public +bathrooms, my bathroom, my bathtub, on kitchen table, etc. I will now go into +detail. + +my home + +There are many fun things you can do around the home. One of my favorites +is the chair. This is probably the most sexually exciting place to make it. I +know I know...bed...but seriously, a chair is the best. First you strip down +and use whatever cream is available, hand lotion, vaseline (best), raw eggs +yoke, jelly, or any other lubricating substance. Then you spread your legs, +and come up facing the front of the chair with your knees on the ground and +lean against the front part of the chair. This doesn't work good on +recliners, since you can't lean in to it (having a footrest) and therefore, +you cannot "pump" the chair...now slide your dick in and out of your clenched +hand and enjoy. Another good way is to lay upside down in the chair and screw +yourself backwards. It's fun to watch the cum leak down your dick. I like +holding a mirror and watching while I get fucked. In the bathroom it's fun to +sit on the toilet and just whack off usingeither a shaking jerking motion or +using a cream to simulate a wet vagina engulfing your cock. use your other +hand to shake or vibrate your balls to get the maximum amount of cum out of +them. I like to eat my cum after I orgasm, but that is not necessary. While +on the point of cum, it's often fun to get it on your hands or a dildo and +use it to perform anal sex. Hot cum feels great in an anal massage. Dildos +are best made from a cork off a bottle, that way in case the cork slips up +your ass you have something to hold onto. I use my fingers (preferably my +thumb) to stick my finger as far up my ass as possible. I can get my finger +almost to my intestinal tract which creates the greatest feeling imaginable +when I have cum in there with it and pulling it in and out. Vaseline also +works nicely, but as I said the smell and taste of cum is the greatest. +Maximum penetration is possible only while you are laying on your back with +your lags spread and bent back towards your chest. The taste of the remaining +cum with the smell of the anus makes you really feel horny. Anal sex with a +dildo is the closest thing you can get to being the girl having sex. With +masturbation, this is possible of being both the giver and reciever. + +other places + +I find it exceptionally pleasing to relax and have sex in the woods. I lay on +the ground and perform various sexual rituals until my climax..which should +give you about 10 minutes of pleasure, and then a short feeling of tiredness +and withdrawal. Get dirty! If sex is to be it's best, try new things and +experiment. While performing sex upon yourself, nothing else will matter. I +would do anything to get the greatest orgasm possible. Anal sex is best +before the orgasm as the feel and smell of your insides adds to the orgasm. + +about sperm + +Sperm is not dirty, and is a part of you. You my swallow it and feel no +harmful effects. As a matter of fact, it tastes good..Girls enjoy eating it, +so why shouldn't you? So hold your hand out and catch all that wet juicy +sperm...jerking off again in your own sperm is really great, and the smell, +unlike anything you've smelled before...if you've just pissed before hand, it +may smell sorta bleachy, but that's the smell of healthy developing sperm. +This kind tastes the best and should at least be tried, before you say "no +way, I'am not eating my own cum, that's disgusting" Trust me, sex is nothing +without enjoying your own love juices..in your anus or your mouth..use it to +your advantage. + +positions + +I normally lay on my back with my legs spread wide or I use a dildo while I +jerk..to get the maximum anal effect push out your ass as though you were +taking a crap. Now you can slide a larger object or several fingers up there +and havethe time of your life. Another method is to havesex upside down. Or +prop your ass up with a couple of pillows and vibrate anally. Or lay on top +of the pillows and thrust downward, as though you were performing the +"standard" sex act of screwing a girl. This is the most realistic, but makes +you feel like you haven't done shit afterward. Another good place is the bath +tub, where you can lay down, put vaseline on your hard cock and perform sex +underwater. The heat of the water and the masturbation is better than any +drug. During masturbation, you can get higher than with any drug, safely, and +no-one will ever know. I like thiking about my favorite girl, and closing my +eyes while I'am doing it and picturing what it looks like in my mind, dick +sliding in and out of a hairy pussy hole. The only thing we can't simulate on +the male body is tits. Too bad, can you imagine yourself milking, and +swallowing some more of your juice. That would be great, but anal and penis +sex is the best. Try it, anyone will find it enjoyable, and it is safe, and +will cause no bodily harm, scars, pain, or noticeable changes in personality +or male/female ssexual preference...as a matter of fact, it is not "Gay", +since all you are enjoying is the orgasm and performing the function you were +created to do..fuck girls...where her pussy is your hand. So go to it guys! + +--MR. ED/*-FYTRS 1986--DISTRIBUTE EVERYWHERE! +A TEXT FILE DISTRIBUTED BY *-FYTRS, (C) 1987. +THANKS TO: 6 GOLDS & SECTOR SMASHER + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/masturbation b/textfiles.com/sex/masturbation new file mode 100644 index 00000000..928d2220 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/masturbation differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/mc1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/mc1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c5484df8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/mc1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,215 @@ +The first in the MC series: + +The Marauding Cock of Lubbock presents, + + + " I fucked the South-Plains Maid of Cotton." + + It was a cool spring day as I hit the street near Broadway and +University, and I was lookin for love. I turned East on Broadway, +and headed down by the tanning salon, when I was startled by a +young girl who ran into me, pursued by a swarthy salon employee. He +was screaming something about unpaid bills and was wielding a large +baton that the cops here in Lubbock use. She fell to the ground +after our collision, and fearfully clung to my muscular thighs, +resigned to her fate. + Seeing that the man was intent to do her harm, I pulled the +Glock 17 (Killeen Gold Edition tm) from its shoulder rig and +proceeded to blow large holes in his evil, though well taned, chest. +He dropped to the ground like a Bow-Head drops classes, and blood +ran into the street. + "Come on," I said, "The cops will be here soon and I don't want +them hassling me." + With that I grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her close to +me. Her perky brests brushed lightly against my 52" pecs as we +touched. We hurried down the street to where the Cock-mobile was +parked. She was kind of in shock as I placed her in the passenger +seat. Her well rounded thighs were clearly visible beneath her +short skirt as I belted her in. Safety first. + After a few minutes of driving, I asked her name. She was +starting to become coherent, and mumbled her name. She said that +the dead goon was trying to collect back charges for tanning. She +said that she need the tanning sessions to keep up her apperances, +because she was the South Plains Maid of Cotton. She burst into +tears. + I stroked her head and told her that the punk would never hassle +anyone again. I kept up the illusion of a caring, and sensitive man +while my mind toyed with the idea of screwing another famous +Lubbock woman! + We drove for a few minutes, when she suddenly grabed my inner +thigh. + "You saved my life," she wispered, " I'll do anything you +ask. Anything. You've shown me that a man can be sensitive and +caring, without being a oversexed thug." + Without another word she ripped the front of my Levi's (tm) +open exposing my rapidly hardening 7" cock. Her tiny hand reached +out and grabbed it, struggling with the circumference of the +massive tool I posses. Her hand started a slow, rythmic stroke up +and down the length of my cock. She made a little whimpering sound +as her hand completed each pass, and her pretty ass was squirming +around in the passenger seat as she tried franticly to stimulate +her self on the seat. + Naturally, I hauled major ass back to the Cock's Lair, where I +planned to pound this little jewel of the Emerald City. By the time +we had pulled into the garage she had both hands on my meat and was +jerking for all she was worth. Sweat was beginning to bead between +her breasts as she moaned and fondled my cock, and she was looking +me in the eyes with pure lust. It was time for the Marauding Cock +to make his move. + I grabed both of her hands away and held them. + " You have to earn it first, you fuck-bunny." + She almost whimpered in disappointment. We got out of the car +and headed into the house. Once inside the front door, she began to +claw my rippling chest. Once again, I stopped her. + "The Marauding Cock gets what he wants. You will earn any +pleasure you get from me." + I half expected her to leave with me being all commanding and +shit, but her eyes glazed over with pure delight. She liked being +teased. A guy teasing a woman? Yeah right. + I figured I had better exploit this chance to turn the tables +on the weaker sex. I commmanded her to do a striptease for me. + She started unbottoning the sweater she had on over the +miniskirt slowly and with deliberate care. She reached the last +button and slowly opened her sweater, reavealing a nice set of +breasts, with no bra. Her nipples were hard and she wet her finger +in her mouth and played with each, while looking me straight in the +eye. Damn. + She turned her back to me and reached behind her with both +hands, and began to unzip her skirt. The zipper slowly moved down +her skirt and she began to wiggle her ass free from the denin as +she continued. Soon the skirt fell free from her nicely rounded +ass, reveiling a well tanned butt and no underwear! She turned to +face me while running her hands up and down her body, touching +every smooth curve, every supple mound. She slowly slid her hand +down to her pubes and began to stimulate herself, while the other +hand cupped a breast. She was begining to glisten with sweat and I +could see evidence of her excitment as tiny beads of dew on her +thighs. She dropped to her knees and crawled toward me, all the +while playing with herself. + By now I was so hard I could have scratched glass. I had to have +this babe. I was naked in about the two seconds it took her to +crawl towards me. I sat into my chair in front of the Super-Spiffo +Keen 486 70mhz clone, and laid back as she approached. + She knew what to do, and with a moan she enveloped my cock in +her spokesmodel mouth. Her mouth was like hot, wet, velvet. She +twirled her tounge about the head several times, and then began a +series of long strokes to the base of my cock. Her head began to +bob faster, and I began to feel and orgasm coming on. I grabbed her +head with both hands and pushed her completely down onto my massive +cock. At first she began to choke, and I was worried that I might +not get the effect I wanted without a murder on my hands, but she +soon adjusted to the length and began to work my cock with the +muscles in the back of her throat. Her free had was touching her +clit with a vengance and she began to sway with the movement of her +hand. She was about to come. + I was about to also blow spooge, so I decided to help her +along. I reached down to her breasts and grabbed her left nipple +roughly, pinching it and rolling it between my fingers causing her +to moan. Well, the moaning was comming out of her larynx, and +traveling directly into my cock, and it felt, well, neato. I +decided to pinch her nipples harder and was rewarded by even more +moans of pleasure. With my other hand, I smacked her ass sharply +and she began to touch herself even faster. I smacked her again as +I came, and she began to scream as she came too, stimulating the +hell out of my cock. I blew my load into her throat as she sucked +for all she was worth. I released her head and she began to bob +furiously, massaging my swollen member with both hands and +whimpering with effort as she struggled to get all of my seed from +my cock. She slowed down as the glow from her orgasm subsided and +began to touch herself again, slowly at first. + She looked up at me and said, "mrthhe morpphfe suddef meek" + I told her to take the cock out of her mouth and try it again. + She slapped her forehead, and slowly slid of the end of my +cock from her pretty lips, and began to stroke my cock with her hand. + " God, that was great. I haven't come like that in a long +time," she moaned, taking occasional drags from my dick like a +ciggie. "You really know how to treat a woman!" + Just wait until I leave you naked on your parents doorstep +with come on your face, I thought. Oh well. + "Turn around", I said, " and put your face on the carpet if +you want me to fuck you". She smiled and spun around quickly, +placing her cute ass in the air. She was fully exposed to me, and I +sat down behind her with my legs on either side of hers, my now +stiffening prick pointing upwards. She looked back, and seeing my +cock, reached for it. I smacked her ass hard, and told her to touch +nothing but herself. She happily complied and both of her hands +flew to her now swollen clit, touching and pulling upon it. + I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and kneaded them roughly +like a pissed off pizza maker. She moaned slowly and the tempo of +her ministrations increased. I slowly inserted the index of my +right hand into her well lubed pussy, and her ass moved to push all +of my finger into her box. But instead of letting her do that, I +held my finger constant, so that no matter how hard she tried, It +was only in a fraction of an inch. She whimpered and begged for the +rest of it, but I told her I was going to get my way or I would +stop. She agreed. I began to slide the finger in all the way and +out slowly. Her hips began to undulate again, so I smacked her hard +on the ass. She stopped moving, and moaned in greed. I then +inserted two fingers and began to slowly move them in and out, up +and down. The wetness was now flowing in vast amounts down her +thighs, and I was about ready to replace my fingers with something +else. I finally inserted three fingers in to her steaming cunt and +twirled them about. She began to buck and thrash about moaning +uncontrollably, begging me to fuck her. I hit her hard three times +on her now reddening cheeks, but it only seemed to excite her more. +I stopped suddenly, withdrawing my fingers with a slight sucking +sound. She cried out in frustration. + "Stand up, you useless fuck-monkey, and straddle me" + I laid back as she stood up, watching the beads of sweat +running down her back. She turned around to face me, her nice legs +spread above my midsection. I grabbed her roughly and pulled her +down onto her knees. I could feel the heat from her twat, for now +it was only a few inches from my cock. Her belly was on mine and I +looked into her wanton face. She wanted to fuck me bad. I decided +to have some more fun. I grabbed a handfull of hair and told her +what I wanted her to do. + " I want you to get my cock nice and wet before I fuck you. But +if you attempt to put it in, I will leave." + With a firm grip on her hair I watched as she moved down to rub +her clit on my cock. She pistoned her hips up and down, soaking my +privates as she rubbed my cock against her cunt lips. She was working +furiously to do the task I had assigned. She was panting and crying +out that she wanted to be fucked, and I decided that it was time to +end her torment. + I flipped her over, her nipples standing at attention. She +spread her legs wide, and I moved between them. I grabbed her hips, +positioning my massive tool for the final assault on her tortured +pussy. I pushed hard and slid to the hilt into her box. She moaned +and moved her hips like a Kenmore (tm) washer that was out of +balance, like with three pairs of jeans or something. She was as +hot as a volcano as her cunt clutched and sucked upon my cock. I +began to pump like a piledriver, sliding my huge cock in and out of +her swollen cunt lips. She began to howl like a cat, clawing my +back, not at all like the prim and proper maid of cotton that she +was supposed to be. With final thrust I shot my load deep into her +cunt, with her howling like a banshee, knees over my shoulders, +lost in the wonderful bliss of orgasm. Our cries subsided, and I +began to slide out of her. She moaned as my cock slid slowly out of +her, and reached to touch it with her hand as it left her body. + She smiled and moved to kiss me, but I wouldn't let her. She +had my dick on her breath, and I told her about it. + "I can't believe I fucked a loser like you!" she screamed. + "Well I can't believe you did either!". Comebacks aren't my +strongest point. + She picked up her clothes and stormed out of the house. My +dick was getting cold, so I put mine on too. This gave me a chance +to check to see if the video camera had indeed gotten all of the +action. Yep. + I popped the top on a Schaefer, and settled back to watch +"Amazing Discoveries". But wait, what's this? This brunette on TV +seems to need a dose of dick, and the Marauding Cock is just the +Man to do it. Hmmmm. Karen McCay? Have to be pretty drunk, but I +think I could do it. But now I need some Cheetos (tm) to replenish +my strength. Maybe tomorrow. And tommorow is another day. + +XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX + +Will the Marauding Cock score with Karen McCay? +Will he be able to do all of the stuck-up, dick-deficient Babes in +Chitwood hall in one afternoon? + +Stay tuned for the further adventures of "THE MARAUDING COCK!" + +No modifications can be made to this file unless you really really +want to. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/menstral.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/menstral.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4e812b78 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/menstral.txt @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ + MALE MENSTRUATION + + So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and +women could not? Menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy, +masculine event. Men would brag about how long, and how much. Boys would +talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood. Gifts, religious +ceremonies, family dinners, and stag parties would mark the day. + To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a +National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart +attacks, from which men were hormonally protected, but everything about +cramps. + Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some +men would still pay for the prestige of some commercial brands such as Paul +Newman Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi-Pads, Joe +Namath Jock shields--"For those light bachelor Days." + Statistical surveys would show that men did better in sports and won more +Olympic medals during their periods. Generals, right-wing politicians, and +religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof +that only men could serve God and country in combat. ("You have to give blood +to take blood".), occupy high political offices ("Can women be properly +fierce without a monthly cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priests, +ministers, God Himself ("He gave his blood for our sins"), or rabbis +("Without a monthly purge of impurities, women are unclean"). + Male liberals or radicals, however, would insist that women are equal, +just different; and that any woman could join if only she were willing to +recognize the primacy of menstrual rights ("Everything else is a single +issue") or self inflict a major wound every month ("You MUST give blood for +the revolution."). + Street guys would invent slang ("He's a three-pad man") and give +"fives" on the corner with some exchange like, "Man, you, lookin' good!" +"Yeah, man I'm on the rag." + TV shows would treat the subject openly. (Hill Street Blues: The whole +precinct hits the same cycle.) So would newspapers, (SUMMER SHARK SCARE +THREATENS MENSTRUATING MEN; JUDGE CITES MONTHLIES IN PARDONING RAPIST.) And so +would movies. (Newman and Redford in 'Blood Brothers'. + Men would convince women that sex was more pleasurable at "that time of +the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself, +though all they needed was a good menstruating man. Medical schools would +limit women's entry ("They might faint at the sight of blood."). + Of course intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical +arguments. Without that biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon +and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense +of time, space, mathematics--or the ability to measure anything at all? + Liberal males would try to be kind. The fact that "these people" have no +gift for measuring life, the liberals would explain, should be punishment +enough. + + The End + +Stonehenge BBS [415]479-8328 + + + + + + + + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. ALL-TEXT BBS SYSTEMS. + + Full access for first-time callers. We don't want to know who you are, + where you live, or what your phone number is. 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But that has not stopped me from +observing, questioning, applauding, admiring, and wondering about +women. + +One basic truth: Men and women are different. + +Now, this may seem a little simplistic, but the fact is, for a period +of about six months in 1973, it was very fashionable to believe that we +were all persons first, and members of our gender second. + +This, of course, was so much hooey. We are different -- in our habits, +and in the way we react to environmental stimuli and the way we spend +our leisure time; and we are especially different when it comes to our +attitudes regarding relationships. + +My personal observations have uncovered many significant differences +between men and women. + +RELATIONSHIPS + +First of all, a man does not call a relationship. He refers to it as a +romance, or a period of dating, of going out, or, in some unfortunate +circumstances, "that time when me and Suzie were doing it on a +semi-regular basis." + +When a relationship ends, a woman will cry, and pour her heart out to +her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men are Morons." +Then she will get on with her life. + +A man has a little more trouble letting go. For six months, his ex may +not hear from him, but then, at three on Saturday night/Sunday morning, +he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my +life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total +bitch. But I want to let you know there's always a chance for us." + +This is known as the "I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone call. +Ninety-nine percent of all men past the age of 21 have made this call +at least once. Some men make a career of these calls. There are +community colleges that offer extension courses to help men get over +this need; alas, these classes rarely prove effective. + +SEX + +Women prefer 30 to 45 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30 to 45 seconds +of foreplay, less if at all possible. For the man, driving back to her +place is considered a part of foreplay. + +MATURITY + +Women mature at a much faster rate than men. Most 17 year old females +can function as adults. Most 17 year old males are still trading +baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is +why high schoolromances rarely work. + +HATS + +Women look good in hats; men look like idiots. + +GROCERIES + +A woman knows how to shop for groceries. She makes a list of the +things she needs, and then goes to the store and buys these things. A +man does not shop on a frequent basis. He waits until the only items +left in his refrigerator are an opened can of Schlitz and a half a +lime. Then he goes grocery shopping. A man buys everything that looks +good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is +packed tighter than the Clampett's car on the Beverly Hillbillies. Of +course, this will not stop him from going to the 10 items or less lane. + +MAGAZINES + +Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women's +magazines also feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the +female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy +and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. + +Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body. Naked men +elicit laughter from women. + +HANDWRITING + +To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just +chickenscratch. Women use scented, colored stationary, and they dot +their "i's" with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large +loops in their "p's" and "g's." It is a royal pain to read a note from +a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face at the +end of the note. + +COMEDY + +Let's say a small group of men and women are in a room, watching +television, and an episode of the Three Stooges comes on. Immediately, +the men will get very excited; they will laugh uproariously, and even +try to imitate the actions of Curly, man's favorite stooge. The woman +will roll their eyes and groan and wait it out. + +BATHROOMS + +A man has 6 items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving +cream, a razor, a bar of Dial soap and a towel from a Holiday Inn. The +average number of items in a typical American women's bathroom is 437. +A man would not be able to identify most of these items. + +Most men take only 2-3 minutes to relieve themselves. Women's +Restrooms always have long lines. + +GOING OUT + +When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. +When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she will be ready, +as soon as she finds her other earring, makes one phone call and +finishes putting on her makeup. + +CATS + +Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't +looking, men kick cats. + +SHOES + +When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and +then slip in Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a +plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her +dress shoes. Five minutes later she will kick them off because her +feet are under the desk. A man will wear one pair of shoes for the +entire day. + +LEG WARMERS + +Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she's walking the dog or doing +the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time +she wants. A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for +the "Gimme the Ball" number in A Chorus Line. + +MIRRORS + +Men are vain; they will check themselves out in the mirror. Women are +ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface, +mirrors, spoons, store window, toasters, Joe Garagiola's head. + +MENOPAUSE + +When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of +complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The +nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual. +Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction --- he buys aviator +glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes +shopping for a Porsche. + +THE TELEPHONE + +Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone +to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her +girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the +same friend and they will talk for three hours. + +OFFSPRING + +Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about +dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and +favorite foods and hopes and dreams. + +LOW BLOWS + +Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on television. +One of the figures is felled by a low blow. The woman says, "Oh gee, +that must hurt." The man doubles over and actually feels the pain. + +DIRECTIONS + +If a woman is out driving, and she finds herself in unfamiliar +surroundings, she will stop at a gas station and ask for directions. +Men consider this to be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and +ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for hours, all the +while saying things like, "Look, love I've found a new way to get +there." and, "I know I'm in the general neighborhood. I recognize that +White Hen store." + +ADMITTING MISTAKES + +Women will sometimes admit making a mistake. The last man who admitted +he was wrong was General George Custer. + +RICHARD GERE + +Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way. Men hate +Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the +health club and dates only married women. + +DRESSING UP Woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, +empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man +will dress up for: weddings, funerals. + +NICKNAMES + +With the exception of female body builders, who call each other names +like "Ultimate Pecs" and "Big Turk," women eschew the use of nicknames. + If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle get together for lunch, they +will call each other Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle. But if +Mike, Dirk, Clint, and Jack go out for a brewski, they will +affectionately refer to one another as Bullet-Head, Godzilla, +Peanut-Brain, and Useless. + +TOYS + +Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of +11 or 12, they lose interest. Men never grow out of their obsession +with toys. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive +and silly and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature +TV's. Car phones. Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic +equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on command. Video +games. Anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 "D" +batteries to operate. + +PLANTS + +A woman asks a man to water her plants while she is on vacation. The +man waters the plants. The woman comes home five or six days later to +an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows why this happens. + +MOUSTACHES + +Some men look good with mustaches. Those men are Tom Selleck and Burt +Reynolds. There are no women who look good with mustaches. + +DAVID LETTERMAN + +Men think David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. + Women think he is a mean, semidorky guy who always has a bad haircut. + +CAMERAS + +Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4000 for state +of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography +classes. Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course women always end +up taking better pictures. + +LOCKER ROOMS + +In the locker room men talk about three things: money, football, and +women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as +well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women. +Women talk about one thing in the locker room -- sex. And not in +abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and +they never lie. + +LAUNDRY + +Women do the laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every +article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were +really hip about eight years ago, before he will do the laundry. When +he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatsuit inside +out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of dirty clothes to the +Laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the +Laundromat, but this is only a myth perpetuated by old reruns of Love +American Style. + +POLITICS + +Men love to talk politics, but often they forget to do political things +such as voting. Women are very happy that another generation of +Kennedy's is growing up and getting into politics because they will be +able to campaign for them and cry on election night. + +WEDDINGS + +When reminiscing about weddings women talk about "the ceremony." Men +talk about "the bachelor party." + +CHEERLEADERS + +Female cheerleaders are cute, sexy, fresh, and all American. Male +cheerleaders are scary. + +SOCKS + +Men are sensible about socks. They wear argyle socks or standard white +sweatsocks. Women wear strange socks. Socks with pictures of clouds +on them. Socks that are cut way below their ankles. Socks that have +little fuzzy balls on the back. + +GARAGES + +Women use garages to park their cars and store their lawnmowers. Men +use garages for many things. They hang license plates in garages, and +they watch TV in garages, and they build useless lopsided benches in +garages. + +MOVIES + +For women their favorite movie scene is when Clark Gable kisses Vivien +Leigh for the first time in Gone With the Wind. For men it's when +Jimmy Cagney shoves grapefruit in May Clark's face in Public Enemy. + +NUDITY IN MOVIES + +Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene. This +is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a +man. The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is +Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him. + +JEWELRY + +Women look nice when they wear jewelry. A man can get away with +wearing one ring and that's it. Any more than that and he will look +like a lounge singer named Vic. + +THE MOST IMPORTANT DIFFERENCE OF ALL + +Colored underwear. Women are allowed, in fact encouraged, to wear +colored underwear. There is no reason for a man to ever, ever, wear +anything besides solid white. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/menwomen.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/menwomen.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..008c8daf --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/menwomen.txt @@ -0,0 +1,169 @@ +Men and Women are not alike! + + Sure, you thought you already knew that. But now we have + proof! After countless hours of surveys and studies on the + following topics, these facts have emerged. + + +Relationships: + +First of all, a man does not call a relationship a relationship - +he refers to it as "that time when me and Suzie was doing it on a +semi-regular basis". + +When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to +her girfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". +Then she will get on with her life. + +A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the +break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, +"I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never +forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want +you to know there's always a chance for us". This is known as the +"I Hate You/I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men +have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer +courses to help men get over this need; alas, these classes rarely +prove effective. + + +Sex: + +Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30-40 seconds +of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the +foreplay. + + +Maturity: + +Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year-old females can +function as adults. Most 17-year-old males are still trading +baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This +is why high school romances rarely work. + + +Handwriting: + +To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just +chicken-scratch. Women use scented, coloured stationery and they dot +their "i's", with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large +loops in their "p's" and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note +from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face +at the end of the note. + + +Bathrooms: + +A man has six items in his bathroom - a tootbrush, toothpaste, +shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel form the +Holiday Inn. The average number of items in a typical woman's +bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these +items. + + +Groceries: + +A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes to the store +and buys these things. A man waits till the only item left in his +fridge are half a lime and a Blue. Then he goes grocery shopping. +He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the +checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's +car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from +going to the 10-items-or-less lane. + + +Going out: + +When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out. +When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she WILL be ready +to go out, as soon as she finds her earring, finishes putting on her +makeup... + + +Cats: + +Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women are't looking, +men kick cats. + + +Offspring: + +Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about +dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends +and favourite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man +is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house. + + +Low Blows: + +Let's say a man and woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One +of the boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says "Oh, gee. That +must hurt." The man doubles over and actually FEELS the pain. + + +Dressing up: + +A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, +answer the phone, read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for: +weddings, funerals. + + +David Letterman: + +Men think David Letterman is the funniest man on the face of the Earth. +Women think he is a mean, semi-dorky guy who always has a bad haircut. + + +Laundry: + +Women do laundry every couple of days. A man will wear every article +of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about +eight years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally +out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a +U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always +expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth. + + +Weddings: + +When reminiscing about weddings, women talk about "the ceremony". +Men talk about "the bachelor party". + + +Socks: + +Men wear sensible socks. 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Century of Birth: + + a) 0th Century (Jesus Christ Groupie) + b) 8th Century (Atila the Hun Groupie) + c) 13th Century (Schizophrenic Alien Groupie) + d) 15th Century (Michael Angelo Groupie) + e) 19th Century (Abe Lincoln Groupie) + f) 20th Century (Simpsons Groupie) + g) 23rd Century (Star Trek: The Next Generation of Groupies) + h) 25th Century (Buck Rogers Groupie) + + 4. Religion: + + a) Ancient Egyptian (Horus, Iris, etc.) + b) Ancient Greek (Zeus and those all-star Olympians) + c) Ancient Roman (Ancient Greek with the names changed) + d) Old Pagan (The original religion) + e) Roman Catholic (Old Pagan with the names changed) + f) Ancient Roman Catholic (Biggest money maker in Europe) + g) Jewish (Still waiting for the Saviour. Stupid) + h) Lutheran (Saw him. Missed him. Waiting again. Even + stupider) + i) Unitarian (Open to all religions) + j) Old Religion (Modern Pagan) + k) Atheist (Optimistic) + l) Agnostic (Indecisive) + m) Protestant (So many of them, and they all know The Truth) + n) Hindu (Religion most probable to turn out to be the One + True Religion) + o) Martian ('Thou art god.') + + 5. Style of Eyebrows: + + a) Unibrow (Bert) + b) Bushy Brow (Groucho Marx) + c) Vee Brow (Witch of the West) + d) Owls Perched on Forehead Brow (Albert Einstein) + e) Painted-On Brow (Tammy Fay Bakker) + f) No Brow (Pink Floyd) + + 6. Part I - I wear the following scent: + + a) Poison (not the group) + b) Manure (bad advertising scheme) + c) Santa Fe (not the railroad) + d) Eau de Toilette (Ah, the fragrance) + e) Drakkar Noir (Damn French names) + f) Liz Taylor's Obsession + g) Willie Nelson's Armpit + h) Albert Einstein's Inspiration (99% perspiration) + i) Opus' Cod-Head + j) Nothing (I'm European) + k) Other (Please state) + + Part II - I like my dates to wear the following scent: + + a) Poison b) Manure + c) Santa Fe d) Eau de Toilette + e) Drakkar Noir f) Obsession + g) Armpit h) Inspiration + i) Cod-Head j) Nothing + k) Other + + 7. Part I - I weigh about the same as: + + a) Michael J. Fox's pituitary gland + b) A Pringle + c) A feather + d) Barry Manilow + e) Barry Manilow, soaking wet + f) Barry Manilow, with a 20 pound weight on his chest + g) An average person + h) An average person after swallowing lots of ball bearings + i) Two average people grafted together + j) A large land mammal + k) A cement mixer + l) The Stealth Bomber + m) North America + n) A teaspoon full of black hole + + Part II - I like my dates to weigh about the same as: + + a) Michael J. Fox's pituitary gland + b) A Pringle + c) A feather + d) Barry Manilow + e) Barry Manilow, soaking wet + f) Barry Manilow, with a 20 pound weight on his chest + g) An average person + h) An average person after swallowing lots of ball bearings + i) Two average people grafted together + j) A large land mammal + k) A cement mixer + l) The Stealth Bomber + m) North America + n) A teaspoon full of black hole + + 8. Part I - My hair is usually: + + a) Short and neat (standard for men) + b) Long and neat (standard for women) + c) Short and unkempt (slob) + d) Long and unkempt (metal head) + e) Spiked (with hairspray) + f) Really spiked (with egg whites) + g) Incredibly spiked (with wood grain) + h) Cut with a bowl on my head (Navy cut) + i) Coated with three cans of hairspray (High hair) + j) Seen strolling in Peru with Imelda Marcos (?) + k) In a Pompadour (Who are you, Elvis?) + l) In an Afro (Why?) + m) In a toupee (usually purple) + n) Permed (chemical warfare in my hair) + o) Missing (bald) + p) Other (Please state [not that we'll enter it in]) + + Part II - I like my date to have hair that is usually: + + a) Short and neat b) Long and neat + c) Short and unkempt d) Long and unkempt + e) Spiked f) Really spiked + g) Incredibly spiked h) Cut with a bowl + i) Coated with hairspray j) Seen strolling in Peru + k) In a Pompadour l) In an Afro + m) A toupee n) Permed + o) Missing p) Other + + 9. Part I - Favourite Pickup Line (To pick someone else up with): + + a) "Hi, I'm from another planet. Want a ride in my + spaceship?" + b) "You might think I'm psychotic, but I followed you home + from the library, stole the envelope that guaranteed you + one million dollars, looked up your address and phone + number in the phone book (using good ole Ed McMahon as a + guide), prank called you to make sure you were home, and + came straight over here." + c) "What do you think about purple M&Ms? + d) "Heh, didn't I just read your name in the obituaries." + e) "Hi." (Big Friendly Smile) + f) "How would you like to be whipped, chained, and beaten + till every bone in your body aches with pain?" + g) "Madam, your eyes are more beautiful than the sun setting + behind the trees on a cool spring day." + h) "My, don't YOU have big muscles." + i) "What's your sign?" + + Part II - Favourite Pickup Line (To be picked up with): + + a) "Hi, I'm from another planet....." + b) "You might think I'm psychotic, but....." + c) "What do you think about purple M&Ms?" + d) "Heh, didn't I just read your name...." + e) "Hi." (Big Friendly Smile) + f) "How would you like to be whipped...." + g) "Madam, your eyes are more beautiful than..." + h) "My, don't YOU have big muscles." + i) "What's your sign?" + + 10. Part I - I would describe myself to be most like: + + a) Doctor Frankenfurter (Anything human [Fashionable + Dresser]) + b) Catherine the Great (Anything that moves) + c) Madonna (Anything) + d) Charles Mansion ('It was a mercy killing.') + e) Tom Cruise (sexually appealing actor) + f) Rosanne Barr (nonsexually appealing actress) + g) Lady Jane + h) Leonardo Da Vinci (creative genius) + i) Donald Trump (Rich. We mean really rich. We're talking + clams the size of Manhattan here. Got it.) + j) God (Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnibenevolent. All in one + bottle) + k) Myself (Really unique bore [Can't you think of anyone + else?]) + l) Someone else (Really boring bore [No, I can't.]) + m) Other (Please state) + + Part II -I would most like to date someone like: + + a) Doctor Frankenfurter (I like transvestites) + b) Catherine the Great (I don't mind what people do in the + privacy of their own stable) + c) Madonna (Okay. I go cheap. So what?) + d) Charles Mansion (I like homicidal killers) + e) Tom Cruise (Who wouldn't?) + f) Rosanne Barr (Cough. Cough! Aiagh! What?!?) + g) Lady Jane (I'm always fancied nobility) + h) Leonardo Da Vinci (I like creative people) + i) Donald Trump (Just to marry them and get a divorce) + j) God (I like the powerful domineering type) + k) Myself (A bit egocentric, aren't we?) + l) Someone else (Don't like ourself?) + m) Other (Please state) + + 11. Part I - My current major is: + + a) Art (No, we are NOT all gay, thank you!) + b) Philosophy (If I didn't exist, would I be able to + contemplate the existence of my non-existence?) + c) Math (One plus one equals three. See, no calculator!) + d) Physics (Head in the Clouds Syndrome) + e) Biology (Open up dead animals and try to figure out how + they work) + f) Chemistry (Playing with chemistry sets all day. Kind of + childish really) + g) Medicine (Want to become rich and screw people all day) + h) Law (Want to become REALLY rich and REALLY screw people) + i) Communication (Uh. Agh. Duh. Um. Hgh. Pffft!) + j) English (They've been speaking it all their life and + STILL they don't get it) + k) Drama (So they're qualified to star in Cheerio + commercials) + l) Music (Learn how to write music that doesn't require + lip-syncing) + m) Mechanical Engineering (Learn how to build stuff that + doesn't work) + n) Civil Engineering (The "Social" Engineers. [oxymoron]) + o) Environmental Engineering (Learn how to design + biospheres) + p) Electrical Engineering (They design what the Japanese + build) + q) Computer Science (Life consists of Star Trek, Role + Playing Games, and telecommunication services: "Geeks") + r) Computer Engineering (EE and Comp Sci wannabes. Can't + decide which though) + s) Management (For when you can't make it in anything else) + t) Architecture (It's a whole nother sub-culture out there, + kind of like Kowforn [California]) + u) Archeology (Graveyard fanatics who like digging up + decayed dead people) + v) History (To learn from our mistakes, then to make them + again so we can learn more) + w) Foreign Language (Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Parles-vous + francais? Hablas espanol?) + x) Teaching (Teaching what? Hamster/Zebra mating techniques?) + y) Other (Too many majors to list them all you know...) + z) None (Undecided, confused people. If you're Liberal Arts, + pick this option) + + Part II - I would like my date to have a major of: + + a) Art b) Philosophy + c) Math d) Physics + e) Biology f) Chemistry + g) Medicine h) Law + i) Communication j) English + k) Drama l) Music + m) Mechanical Engineering n) Civil Engineering + o) Environmental Engineering p) Electrical Engineering + q) Computer Science r) Computer Engineering + s) Management t) Architecture + u) Archeology v) History + w) Foreign Language x) Teaching + y) Other z) None + + 12. Favourite Thing to Watch on TV: + + a) The Simpsons (high intellect cartoons) + b) The Dan Quayle Show (low intellect cartoons) + c) The Weather Channel (Do you really care about the weather + in Malta?) + d) Tiny Toon Adventures (Do you know about the mystery + credit?) + e) The Pat Sajak Show (What kind of loser are you?) + f) MTV (Commercials 24 hours a day with some music in + between) + g) CNN (Is there really that much news in the world?) + h) Univision (No hablo espanol) + i) Static (I love to watch it snow) + j) Two flies mating on the screen (Pitiful) + k) Blank screen (Imagination) + + 13. The majority of my clothes are: + + a) Torn b) Stolen + c) Skirts d) Black + e) From K-Mart f) My mother's + g) Made by my mother h) See through + i) Leather j) Colour coordinated + k) On loan l) Someone else's + m) Filled with burrs n) Borrowed from the costume + o) Other closet + + 14. Worst Nightmare: + + a) Your mother deciding to go back to college just as you + are entering it and applying to the same ones as you. + b) Every bone in your body pulled out one by one with ice + cold pliers, no anesthesia. + c) Sharing an elevator with a trio of Rosanne Barrs singing + naked (not a freight elevator either). + d) Waking up on a snooker table with a high school student + and not knowing what state you're in. + e) Having a Purity Test score of -1 (Imagine what you have + to do to get this score). + f) Other (Please don't state, we don't want to hear it). + + 15. Wildest Dream: + + a) Having a Purity Test score of -1 (Imagine what you have + to do to get this score). + b) Being stranded on an island with 359 beautiful women (or + georgeous men, depending upon your preferences), a case + of condoms and a waterbed. + c) To be a guest host on Wheel of Fortune. + d) To nuke Canada as a joke and tell them the Dutch did it. + e) To die. + f) (Write own sex fantasy here). + g) Other + + 16. Things that really turn me off include: + + a) Other people (anti-social) + b) The opposite sex (anti-sexual) + c) My own sex (anti-homosexual?) + d) Sex (A bit religious, are we?) + e) Blisters gushing pus (Reasonable, I guess) + f) Partners over a foot taller than myself + g) Crucifixion (Painful, unless you're into S & M) + h) 2 inch long nose hair (Or worse yet, ear hair) + i) Ivan Boesky (Well, I can understand) + + 17. Which of the following is most important to you? + + a) Sex (average teen) + b) Religion (missionary/Jesus Christ freak) + c) Your right arm (with your right arm, who needs sex?) + d) Hostess Ding-Dongs (food fanatic) + e) Twin Peaks (suicidal homicidal soap opera freak) + f) Bourbon (drunk) + g) This survey (poor sod) + h) Clean laundry (overzealous maid) + i) Blood (ROTC/army type) + j) Peace (coming back into style hippie) + k) The physical laws governing the universe (over focused + physicisicist) + + 18. My room includes: + + a) A waterbed with dark satin black covers. + b) A lava lamp and a snooker table. + c) Several months worth of dirty laundry piled atop several + more months of stinking dirty laundry. + d) A half eaten Twinkie that's been under my bed since 1983. + e) An underwear collection of someone else's underwear. + f) 173 pairs of socks (randomly strewn across the room) + g) A small but intensely powerful black hole. + h) A lot of small blue rubber things. + i) Ravenous wolves (It's a pain keeping it clean, believe + me) + j) Kuwait (Kind of puts an interesting spin on the Nightly + News, doesn't it?) + k) A cardboard box, an alley, lower Manhattan. + l) Mirrors on the ceiling (He, he, he, he) + m) Nothing at all whatsoever (Vacuum) + + 19. Favourite Type of Nut: + + a) Ywebred b) Tasty Kind c) Round Kind + d) Pistachio e) Other Kind f) Hazel + g) 3 1/4 inch h) Bonified i) Harry Fishnut + j) Male k) Peanuts l) Almond + m) Cashews n) Hazelnut o) Salty + p) An editor nut q) Purebred r) Filberts + s) Macadamia t) Makadamion u) Makadamia + v) Just a plain nut + w) Other (Please state) + + 20. If I was King For A Day, the first thing I would do is: + + a) Bomb Iraq + b) Bomb France + c) Bomb everywhere, indiscriminately + d) Declare this "National Utilize Your Orifices Day" + e) Make an executive order to have Vanna White, Howie + Mandel, and the vice-king put to death for treason + f) Use the army to kick the Hell out of those losers in + Canada + g) Tax everyone; retire + h) Reinstate the secret police system + i) Throw out the constitution and replace it with Weekly + World News Year in Review + j) Wake up, take a shower + + 21. If I was stranded on a desert island, the one thing I would + want is: + + a) A boat (Practical, aren't we?) + b) Bayer aspirin (9 out of 10 doctors preferred) + c) A suspension bridge (Beats a boat) + d) A wild pack of ravenous wolves (Need some excitement) + e) A thermos (?) + f) A gorgeous member of the opposite sex (Watch Blue Lagoon + too often, eh?) + g) A nuclear device + h) A stake through the heart (Whatever turns you on) + + 22. The statement which best summarizes my attitude towards life + is: + + a) Aaarrrgh! + b) Aaaiieee (slightly different, more fear) + c) Where's my goddamn Twin Peaks?! + d) Lick me. + e) I never knew odour could be so interesting. + f) Do you want to learn how to drive the big rigs? + g) Good Lord! I'm on fire! + h) Peace in the Middle East! + i) I'm a lawyer. AND a chiropractor. + j) I want to marry someone rich and powerful who will take + care of me for the rest of my life. + k) My life is a meaningless shithole (Thank you, Jean-Paul + Sartre) + l) I love myself. + m) I love myself, except when my arm gets stuck in the + garbage disposal. + n) Ignore the grease stains. + o) Recycle damnit. + p) Wear a smile as your umbrella. + q) Shut your mouth or I'll shut it FOR you. + r) Jesus saves. + + 23. Are you going to purgatory? (We had to do it). + + a) I might stop by on my way to heaven. + b) I might stop by on my way to hell. + c) Not this year, thank you. Maybe next year I'll stop by + on my way to Bermuda. [The "Purgatory? What's that?" + option] + d) Going?!? I LIVE there. + e) Nah, I hate high altitudes. + f) This is beginning to become a really lame question and I + refuse to answer it. Who are you guys, some whacked out + Dante fans? [Yes.] + + 24. Ancestry: + + a) American Indian (Give us our land back, you damn Americans) + b) Indian Indian (Give us our land back, you damn Britons) + c) German (Absolutely a fabulously great ultimate thing to + be [And so we wonder some more, is this test still biased + -- damn straight!]) + d) French (And you ADMIT it?) + e) English (Give us our land back, you damn Indians) + f) Scottish (What exactly DO you have under those things?) + g) Welsh (Are you real?) + h) Irish (No Idaho Instant Mashed Potatoes here) + i) Italian (Can you cook ANYTHING without using that damn + pasta?) + j) Swedish (We're going to PUMP, you up) + k) Russian (When will you learn to write an N the right way + round?) + l) Spanish (And God said to Spain, go and populate South + America) + m) Greek (You're father being in a fraternity does not count + for this one) + n) Iranian (Terrorism. It's not just a job. It's a + profession) + o) Oriental (Sorry, we can't tell you apart) + p) European (Oops. We can't tell you apart either) + q) Chinese (Land of the Oriental Communists) + r) Japanese (Land of the Oriental Capitalists) + s) Korean (Not Chinese. Not Japanese. Must be Korean) + t) Maltese (Just kidding) + u) African (Never mind, I KNOW what you guys have under + those things) + v) Antarctican (Some of my best friends are penguins. Some + of my best penguins are friends.) + w) Martian (Martian! Martian! Doesn't anyone come from + Saturn anymore?) + x) Saturnian (Secret Martian wannabes) + y) Tellus Tertian (Schizophrenic aliens popping up + everywhere?) + z) Other (Heh, didn't we cover pretty much everyone?) + + Apologies + ~~~~~~~~~ + We apologise to all users of this test for the appalling use + of Michael J. Fox's pituitary gland. It is quite untrue that one + night while he was sleeping we snuck into his room, put him under + anesthesia, opened him up, and actually weighed it. All rumours + that it was .365 pounds are totally false. Apologies are + extended to Barry Manilow for using him as weight + standards. But think about it this way, someday, millions of + years in the future someone will be saying, yeah, I only weigh + one and a half Manilows (Okay, it IS a pretty scary thought). + We must of course apologise to Malta for laughing that it was + even a real country. So sorry. Apologies to all those who + didn't get their nut in the last nut question, it should be in + there now. Especial apologies to Kim Morris who's filbert nut + has been sitting around waiting to be added for quite a while. + Finally, apologies to the Welsh for laughing at their country + too and to anyone else we may have offended either on purpose + or by accident. + + Thanks & Acknowledgements + ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + We extend our gracious thanks to the following people. + Trevor Lohrbeer for creating Mortified Matchmaker's, the NSSP, + and all that other mayhem you've been dealing with for oh so + long. Jeremy P. Bushnell and Stephen Colella for helping in the + writing and dreaming up of a lot of these questions. Jennifer + King for helping on the pickup lines, the perfumes, and various + questions I can't remember. Kim Morris for bugging me oh so + often to put in filberts. There in. Satisfied. Joseph Melillo + for existing for me to ridicule so I could dream up categories + for this year's Mortified Matchmaker's. Without him I would have + said forget it. Thanks to all those who supported this thing + through the three years and to all those who didn't. Join the + National Society of Strange People (NSSP) today [Contact Trevor + Lohrbeer at the above mentioned address (first page) for more + information] and support strangeness in America and all over the + world. Creative people Unite! + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/mojo_cha.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/mojo_cha.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..bcfbbd2e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/mojo_cha.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ + Excerpt from "THE MOJO CHATEAU" by Shannon Frach From PBW Disk Magazine Price: $2 or TRADE. 130 W. Limestone Yellow Springs, Ohio 45387 When you're pinned underneath the weight of a sweating, four-hundred pound lesbian, little else in the world seems to matter. To hell with happy horseshit like self-fulfillment or refining the coarser human instincts, because what you're dealing with in the stark reality of getting away from this immense mountain of woman-flesh that's hunkering over your body like a human forklift. "I want to sit on your face, baby," she says. Christ the King on a life raft, I think. All I came here to do was sell a goddamn vacuum cleaner. Things haven't quite been the same in my life since I started working for the Acme Vacuum Cleaner Company. As far as I'm concerned, the name of the company alone says a lot. I keep having this mental image of a cartoon coyote at the bottom of the canyon holding one of these mutant bastard vacuum cleaners while the Road Runner honks out his two-beep salute and dashes down the highway as if his gonads were boiling. Would it help if I told you that my boss thinks that he's a reincarnation of a foot soldier who happens to be a veteran of the Punic Wars? He often talks of how he bravely met his demise in another life by way of direct, frenetic hand-to-hand combat with two heavily-armed opponents, although I secretly suspect that the pimply little sonuvabitch would have more likely croaked by slipping in a jumbo mound of steaming elephant shit and falling on his own sword. To return momentarily to my own piss-ant existence, I seem to remember that in another life, a few paragraphs ago, I was being viciously nailed to the floor by a dildo-wielding bulldyke with halitosis. Thanks to Cortez E. Beauchamp, my aforementioned boss, the general course of events in my life has taken a number of monstrously shitty turns, but nothing thus far has come close to matching this screwed-up spectacle. I got hooked up with Acme in the first place after having been forcibly ejected from my former position as the shipping/receiving manager for Cuthbert-Halliwell Imperial Dental Fixtures after getting drunk at a company party and informing the boss that his wife dances like an epileptic baboon. Following that splendid career decision, I wandered aimlessly around the Great Pacific Northwest selling fresh, hearty garden vegetables and giving head to truck drivers. One of these truck drivers, a neckless, inbred beast named Boo-Boo Weinstein, informed me about a minute before he splattered my tonsils with a fetid blast of rotten, yellow jism that he had a buddy by the name of Beauchamp who ran an outfit in Arkansas called Acme Vacuum Cleaner Company. I took the card Weinstein handed me with Beauchamp's number scrawled on it, thanked him quickly, and swiftly ran to the back of the rig and puked my goddamned brains out. I hopped the Greyhound to Arkansas and eventually found Acme Vacuum headquarters, where I was forced to suffer through a merciless clusterfuck of questions from Cortez E. Beauchamp Himself concerning why he should give a job in his God-appointed corporation to a man who just days ago was sucking off a bunch of truckers who possessed the collective mental capacity of a duffel bag full of cat turds. Really, it beat me, too, but I got the job. Weighing the possibilities, I supposed that pounding the streets selling vacuum cleaners might rate somewhat better hierarchically than giving blow jobs to redneck idiots with their names stamped on the back of their belts. Maybe. My first customer was a blue-haired great-grandmother who claimed that she had once, in the summer of 1954, squeezed Frank Sinatra's butt. She was a mortal pain in the ass, but she bought a frigging vacuum cleaner, which made having to sit through a course of her special recipe meat loaf and about a dozen glasses of vile, foaming iced tea worthwhile. After that sale, my confidence was bolstered significantly. I sold a shitstorm of vacuum cleaners. When Beauchamp decided that I should begin stomping the rural routes, I cheerfully complied. I figured that country people would be more polite, more willing to entertain the idea of inviting a complete bareassed stranger into their home to sell them products they really didn't need. I began to learn a great deal from simple country folk. I learned, for one thing, that workman's comp won't pay for injuries incurred when a salesman is stabbed in the left cheek of the ass with a pitchfork. I also learned that chickens will often vomit if turned upside down and shaken violently, and that you shouldn't stick your tongue on a pump handle in the middle of winter, ever, regardless of what the nice farmer man tells you. One of the local farmers, Eb Woodruff, told me that I could probably make a sale if I'd get in the car and drive out to Overcup. I could take Highway 9 south just outside of Morrilton, look for a grocery store on the left, and drive about a mile past that until I saw a decrepit, isolated green house on the right with a tar-paper roof. Once there, I would find a beautiful young girl named Evangeline Hopper who lived alone and who just loved having male company drop by. What's more, she had just mentioned something to Eb about her vacuum cleaner giving out. My heart raced. I pondered the possibility of getting my dick wet while simultaneously unloading another Acme Vacuum and decided that it was indeed written in my stars to leap into the car and go screaming down the highway with the full speed and urgency of a goat in rut. I arrived at the place and began feeling most nervous, indeed. After all that time I spent consorting with truck drivers just to keep my miserable carcass alive, the thought of getting my lecherous hands on a female body sent me into a weird emotional hybrid of acute pleasure and gut-wrenching anxiety. While musing over all of this, a giant ham of a fist suddenly began thwacking on the car window. It scared the almighty shit out of me, particularly after I noticed that attached to the fist was a large, pock-marked mutant of extremely questionable gender. "Open up th' gaw-dam CAR!," it bellowed like a wounded moose. I complied slowly, feeling the weird, sinking feeling of one who knows he's about to be screwed over royally by destiny itself. I opened the car door, only to have it slam in a dull, retarded thud against the body of this misshapen creature. It-- the person-- giggled eerily and reached one pimply arm toward the car, opening the door as though it were one of those tiny toy Matchbox cars. "Unh. Sorry 'bout that, hyuk. Now get outta th' car." I did as instructed, primarily because I figured I'd be squashed like an overripe grape if I didn't comply. The beast extended one calloused, chapped hand toward me. I reached out to shake it and felt every pressure point in my hand collapsing into a gelatinous mass under the weight of a godawfully firm, excruciating grip. The thing spoke as I was edging closer to the ground in knee-buckling pain. "Heh heh...pleased t' make yer acquaintance, Mister...mah name's Evangeline Hopper, but ya can call me 'Butch', hyuk hyuk. Everyone else does. Hunnnnh." Deciding then and there that Eb Woodruff had just embarked on a new career as a fucking dead man, I rose and attempted to salvage the situation. "Good morning, Ms. Hopper...marvelous little farm you have out here!...My name's Caine Halliwell, and I'm a representative for Acme Vacuum Cleaner--" "Vacuuuuuuuum cleaners! HooooooooEEEE, boy! Hyuk, I shore do like them vacuum cleaners." I nodded. "Well, then--I'm sure you'll let me demonstrate this new model for you. It's a real gem, ma'am. Picks up everything, to include water." She paused and smiled. "Hunh. Does it pick up afterbirth?" I stepped back, stunned. "Excuse me?" "Afterbirth. Ah got cows, an' they eat th' stuff up right soon as it hits the ground." She dropped down on all fours to demonstrate. "Well, ah think it's disgustin'. Ya don't see PEOPLE doin' like that when they have afterbirth layin' around." "You're absolutely right ma'am... I'll be sure to call up headquarters and ask if the XJ7 model works on, uh, cow afterbirth." She remained on all fours, looking more bovine than human. I resisted the urge to grab a milk pail and throw it down beneath her pendulous, mammoth-sized tits, and silently calculated some way of verbally extracting myself from the whole sordid scene when Elsie the cow lifted her head up from the grass and addressed me. "So, Mister--when ya gonna show me yer fancy-ass vacuum machine?" I paused. "Well, ma'am, if you'll allow me into your house, I can perform a modest demonstration of the three latest models from Acme Vacuum." By that point, I was almost willing to pay HER the price of one of the damn vacuums if she'd just let me get my ass off her farm. She giggled like a brain-damaged hyena. "Well, shore, Mister--whyncha SAY so? Ah'll even letcha vacuum up mah bedroom." She picked herself up off the ground and suddenly grabbed my hand with that monstrous grip of hers, marching me into the house as if I were a wayward child. On the whole, I'd rather have been roasting in hell with a pitchfork shoved up my ass. I skidded along the grass as she dragged me along behind her like a toy. "Whaddya say yer name was, Mister?" "Halliwell. Caine Halliwell." I paused, then added, "I', not listed in the local phone book." She brushed a greasy, cheese-like string of brown hair out of her eyes. "That's awright with me, bub--I ain't got no damn phone." Her grip on my hand tightened. "Did anyone ever tell ya you had a nice ass?" I blushed and felt my dick shriveling in sheer panic. I tried to come up with a response but wound up just staring into the distance like some thorazine-dazed moron. "Ya don't hafta be shy, Caine--can I callya Caine, honey?" She turned, suddenly whipped an old, greasy Texaco handkerchief out of her pocket, and belched into it. I shrugged wearily. Hell, by that point she could've called me Charles Fucking Atlas and it wouldn't have made any difference. She continued talking as she steered me into the house. "Well, sugar...I don't usually say this t' most people, and ya prob'ly wouldn't even figger it out right off, but...heh, heh...well, most of th' time when I got somethin' romantic-like goin', it's usually with women." I walked into the living room and stared at this savage, flaming bull dyke in wide-eyed amazement. "Really?" She grunted affectionately and threw me down onto her ripped turquoise-colored sofa so hard I thought my ribs were going to come tearing through my chest. "Yep. I'm an honest t' Gawd lesbeen, except that I've been thinkin'--well, maybe I oughtta try men just one more time afore I give 'em all up as a buncha no-good swine." She turned to me and winked. "Anyways, you're close enough to a woman fer meeeee..." Her voice trailed off in deep thought. I sat upright on the couch as I fully absorbed this affront to my masculinity. "What do you mean, I'm close enough to a woman for you?" She smiled. "Aw, shucks, hon...don't be gettin' yer undies in an uproar. You're every bit a man--all's I meant was that, hyuk, yer kinda, well...sneaky an' mysterious like a woman." She pried the door of her ancient brown refrigerator open and started preparing two glasses of tea. I took a slow look around the place as she busied herself with the ice cubes. It really wasn't too bad inside--even kind of homey, in a weird, psycho-country sort of way. I stared at the handmade quilt draped across the couch and addressed the beast in the kitchen. "So what makes you think I'm sneaky and mysterious?" The adjoining kitchen and living room were filled with the sound of ice cubes suddenly snapping out of an old fashioned metal tray. A spray of ice shards filled the air and looked like crystalline needles in the filtered sunlight. She turned and faced me. "Because you just are. You have what's called an...aura. And it's an aura of mystery. I'll betcha you're full of surprises, Caine." I crossed my legs, bemused. "Is that so, Ms. Hopper?" "Butch," she corrected me. "Mah friends call me Butch." "Well, I'm honored that you count me among your friends--um, Butch." I paused and prompted her for more conversation. "So, you say my aura is sneaky and mysterious." "Shore is. Like I say, hon, you're a man of surprises. And I guarantee yer fine little ass I'm a woman of surprises." I smiled. "I daresay you are." "You want yer tea sweetened or unsweetened?" "Sweetened, please." A loud belly laugh rolled throughout the kitchen. "Good damn thing. It's th' only kind I got." I could hear the popping of the ice cubes as she poured tea over them. She waddled into the living room clutching two glasses, then handed me one. I thanked her and took a sip. The tea was sweet enough to take my breath away--just the way I like it. Butch plopped down beside me on the sofa clumsily. She took a loud, slurping drink and turned to face me. "So, Caine. I guess ya might be wond'rin how it is I can read yer aura so good. An' how I knew ta put extra sugar in yer tea." I looked up quizzically. She stirred her glass slowly with her index finger. "Well, that's how yer mamma useta fix it, ain't it--I mean, afore she died and all." I turned to her, shocked. "Wait a minute! What do you know about my mother?" "Now don't get all upset, Caine, honey. Relax. Have a sip of tea." She put one huge hand on my shoulder and I shook it off. Nobody in that geographical area could possibly know anything about me, much less my personal history. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I had spent all this time running from my past and now this acne-spangled ox was telling me about it in her living room in the backwoods of Arkansas. "It's okay, Caine. You're safe with me. It's just that--well, I've been kinda like a psychic all mah life. I could see ya months before ya ever arrived. I know what ya useta do to them truck drivers out in Washington and Oregon, too--" "What in the almighty hell ARE you?" She gazed at me with an air of superiority. "Butch Hopper--gypsy, psychic, practitioner of The Craft. And I might add, yer guru." "My Guru? You're out of your fucking mind!" "Go ahead and doubt, hon. But it's gonna happen. It's fate. Right after yer little ole sex initiation, we can begin--" "My WHAT?" She held me down with one hand. "Yer sex initiation," she explained calmly. "You ever read Aleister Crowley? Cause if ya did, you might've heerd about this li'l ritual called, hyuk, hyuk...Eroto-Comatose Lucidity...hunnnh." I squirmed like an eel on speed. "Get me out of here, you inbred cow, or I'm gonna--" "Yer gonna what, boy?" She grabbed me with lightning reflexes, and deftly shook me like a rag doll, subsequently jamming my face against her right knee. "Ya sit there talkin' like you got a big dick or somethin'--what're ya gonna DO? Huh?" I struggled against her but felt two giant hands jerking me back up on the couch by the back of my belt. "And don't you EVER call me inbred, you little communist big-city bastard, or I'll kick yer ass up between yer shoulders that you'll hafta part yer damn HAIR to take a shit, you hear me?" I nodded as her hand gripped my shoulder so hard I thought my arm would pop from the socket. Her other hand started loosening my belt. I yelped in pain and tried to stop her, but it was impossible. "Now, I really like ya, hon, but if you don't behave, you're gonna get your fancy little ass whupped, you understand?" She shook me for emphasis. I nodded and she released my shoulder. My cramped, aching muscles danced in a spasmodic twinge of agony. She forcibly turned my face to meet her insane gaze. She spoke softly, but with an air of demented intensity. "Now, let's go into th' bedroom, Caine. Just you an' me. C'mon." She rose, took my left hand and slowly, lovingly led me toward the bedroom. She carried my belt in her other hand like a prize she had won at some sinister carnival. The sense-numbing smell of sweat, leather, and incense poured out in an intoxicating rush from the opening bedroom. The room itself was blacker than the heart of a whore. The tiny ray of sunlight that managed to bleed through the leather-curtained window illuminated an ultra-thin, prismatic gathering of dust particles and the glint of hard, cold steel. I looked up to see manacles of various sizes suspended from the ceiling. Butch suddenly shoved me face-down across the bed. As I contemplated the sharp pain in my wrists where her fingernails had been digging like demonic talons just seconds ago, I heard her turning the key in the door, locking it with an echoing click of impending doom. She returned to me, rolled me over, then grabbed my wrists and forced them into a set of ice-cold, steel manacles. I agonized over this new turn of affairs as she grasped both my feet and lashed them to the lower posts of the bed. Butch roughly reached underneath me, jerking my pants down to my ankles. Her voice began slowly intoning an eerie, hissing Latin chant. I closed my eyes and realized that, for the first time in my spectacularly ill-fated life, I was rendered completely powerless. I physically resigned myself to this turn of events while mentally making a note of the worst ending to this twisted affair. Forget the powerlessness, the resignation, the doomed feeling, the sexual revulsion and my complete humiliation at the prospect of being bested psychically and physically by a woman, and forget the sheer, gut-chewing terror that began to rip through my spine like a jackhammer. A single, damning thought blasted through my tortured brain as I felt a firm, wet tongue and hellish, jagged teeth gripping my neck in a painful, erotic caress: I still hadn't sold the lard-assed bitch an Acme Vacuum. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/mormast.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/mormast.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b060f2d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/mormast.txt @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +Mormon Instructions on Masturbation +From a Guide to Mormon Youth +==================================== + + "Guide to Self-Control: Overcoming Masturbation." + +:: Enlist The Power Of Prayer + +Pray daily, ask for the gifts of the Spirit, that which will strengthen +you against temptation. + +Pray fervently and out loud when the temptations are the strongest. + +When the temptation to masturbate is strong, yell "Stop!" to those +thoughts as loudly as you can in your mind. Then recite a portion of the +Bible or sing a hymn. + +:: Exercise Vigorously + +Follow a program of vigorous daily exercise, which reduce emotional +tension and depression. + +Double your physical activity when you feel stress increasing. + +:: Set Goals + +Set a goal of abstinence. Begin with a day, then a week, month, year. +Finally, commit yourself to never doing it again. + +Make a pocket calendar for a month on a small card. Carry it with you but +show it to no one. + +If you masturbate, color that day black. Your goal will be to have no +black days. + +The calendar becomes a strong visual reminder, and should be looked at +when you are tempted to add another black day. + +Keep your calendar up until you have at least three clear months. + +Set up a reward system. Each time you reach a goal, award yourself a +quarter. Spend it on something that delights you. + +:: Work On Self-Improvement + +Work daily on a self-improvement program. Improve your relationships with +your family. Increase your service to your church. + +Be outgoing and friendly. Force yourself to be with others and learn to +enjoy working and talking with them. + +Change in behavior and attitude is most easily achieved through a changed +self-image. + +Spend time every day imagining yourself strong and in control, easily +overcoming tempting situations. + +:: Avoid Temptation + +When on the toilet or showering, leave the door partly open. + +Arise immediately in the mornings. Don't lie awake in bed -- start each +day with enthusiastic activity. + +Avoid people, situations, pictures and reading material that might create +sexual excitement. + +:: Use Physical Restraints + +Wear pajamas that are difficult to open, yet loose and not binding. + +Put on several layers of clothing that would be difficult to remove while +half asleep. + +Hold an object -- for example, a Bible -- even in bed at night. + +In severe cases, tie a hand to the bed frame. + +:: Be Alert To Emotions + +Be aware of situations that depress you or that cause you to feel lonely, +bored, frustrated or discouraged. These emotional states can trigger the +desire to masturbate as a way of escape. + +Plan to counter these low periods through reading a book, visiting a +friend, doing something athletic, etc. + +Employ aversion therapy. To cancel out the pleasurableness of +masturbating , associate something very distasteful with the act. For +example, imagine bathing in a tub of worms and eating some of them. + +:: "Wet Dreams" Are Normal + +Nocturnal emissions or "wet dreams" empty the seminal vesicles at night +during sleep. The impulses that cause the emptying come from the central +nervous system. + +Often an erotic dream is experienced at the same time, and is a part of +this normal process. + + + + + Another file downloaded from: + + ! + -$- & the Temple of the Screaming Electron + ! * Walnut Creek, CA + + /^\ | + ! | |/\/^\ _^_ 2400/1200/300 baud (415) 935-5845 + /^\ / @ | \/_-_\ Jeff Hunter, Sysop + |@ \_| @ @|- - -| \ + | | | /^\ | _ | - - - - - - - - - * + |___/_\___|_|_|_(_)_| Aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! / + + Specializing in conversations, E-Mail, obscure information, + entertainment, the arts, politics, futurism, thoughtful discussion, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. An ALL-TEXT BBS. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/mormon.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/mormon.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9786d9e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/mormon.txt @@ -0,0 +1,253 @@ + +STEPS IN OVERCOMING MASTURBATION + +Mark E. Petersen +Council of the 12 Apostles +Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints + Be assured that you can be cured of your +difficulty. Many have been, both male and +female, and you can be also if you determine + that it must be so. + This determination is the first step. That is + where we begin. You must decide that you +will end this practice, and when you make that + decision, the problem will be greatly reduced + at once. + But it must be more than a hope or a wish, + more than knowing that it is good for you. It + must be actually a DECISION. If you truly + make up your mind that you will be cured, + then you will have the strength to resist any + tendencies which you may have and any + temptations which may come to you. + After you have made this decision, then +observe the following specific guidelines: + +A Guide to Self-Control: + + 1. Never touch the intimate parts of your + body except during normal toilet processes. + 2. Avoid being alone as much as possible. + Find good company and stay in this good + company. + 3. If you are associated with other + persons having this same problem, YOU + MUST BREAK OFF THEIR FRIENDSHIP. + Never associate with other people having the + same weakness. Don't suppose that two of +you will quit together, you never will. You + must get away from people of that kind. +Just to be in their presence will keep + your problem foremost in your mind. The +problem must be taken OUT OF YOUR MIND + for that is where it really exists. Your mind + must be on other and more wholesome + things. + 4. When you bathe, do not admire + yourself in a mirror. Never stay in the bath + more than five or six minutes - just long + enough to bathe and dry and dress AND + THEN GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM into + a room where you will have some member of + your family present. + 5. When in bed, if that is where you have + your problem for the most part, dress + yourself for the night so securely that you + cannot easily touch your vital parts, and so + that it would be difficult and time +consuming for you to remove those clothes. + By the time you started to remove protective +clothing you would have sufficiently + controlled your thinking that the temptation + would leave you. + 6. If the temptation seems overpowering + while you are in bed, GET OUT OF BED + AND GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND FIX + YOURSELF A SNACK, even if it is in the + middle of the night, and even if you are not + hungry, and despite your fears of gaining + weight. The purpose behind this suggestion + is that you GET YOUR MIND ON +SOMETHING ELSE. You are the subject of + your thoughts, so to speak. + 7. Never read pornographic material. + Never read about your problem. Keep it + out of mind. Remember - "First a thought, + then an act." The thought pattern must be + changed. You must not allow this problem + to remain in your mid. When you +accomplish that, you soon will be free of + the act. + 8. Put wholesome thoughts into your + mind at all times. Read good books + - Church books - Scriptures - Make a + daily habit of reading at least one chapter + of Scripture, preferably from one of the + four Gospels in the New Testament, or + the Book of Mormon. + 9. Pray. But when you pray, don't pray + about this problem, for that will tend to + keep [it] in your mind more than ever. +Pray for faith, pray for understanding of + the Scriptures, pray for the Missionaries, the + General Authorities, your friends, your + families, BUT KEEP THE PROBLEM OUT + OF YOUR MIND BY NOT MENTIONING + IT EVER - NOT IN CONVERSATION WITH + OTHERS, NOT IN YOUR PRAYERS. KEEP + IT _OUT_ of your mind! The attitude of a + person toward his problem has an effect on + how easy it is to overcome. It is essential + that a firm commitment be made to control + the habit. As a person understands his + reasons for the behavior, and is sensitive to + the conditions or situations that may trigger + a desire for the act, he develops the power to + control it. We are taught that our bodies + are temples of God, and are to be clean +so that the Holy Ghost may dwell within us. + Masturbation is a sinful habit that robs one of + the Spirit and creates guilt and emotional + stress. It is not physically harmful unless + practiced in the extreme. It is a habit that is + totally self-centered, and secretive, and in no + way expresses the proper use of the +procreative power given to man to fulfill + eternal purposes. It therefore separates a + person from God and defeats the gospel + plan. + 10. This self-gratifying activity will cause + one to lose his self-respect, his testimony + becomes weak, and missionary work and + other Church callings become + burdensome. + +Suggestions: + +1. Pray daily, ask for the gifts of the Spirit, + that which will strengthen you against + temptation. Pray fervently and out loud + when the temptations are the strongest. +2. Follow a program of vigorous daily +exercise. The exercises reduce emotional + tension and depression and are absolutely + basic to the solution of this problem. Double + your physical activity when you feel stress + increasing. +3. When the temptation to masturbate is + strong, yell _STOP_ to those thoughts as + loudly as you can in your mind and then + recite a prechosen Scripture or sing an + inspirational hymn. It is important to turn + your thoughts away from the selfish need + to indulge. +4. Set goals of abstinence, begin with a day, + then a week, month, year and finally + commit to never doing it again. Until you + commit yourself to _never again_ you will + always be open to temptation. +5. Change in behavior and attitude is +most easily achieved through a changed + self-image. Spend time every day + imagining yourself strong and in control, + easily overcoming tempting situations. +6. Begin to work daily on a self-improvement +program. Relate this plan to improving your +Church service, to improving your + relationships with your family, God and + others. Strive to enhance your strengths + and talents. +7. Be outgoing and friendly. Force yourself + to be with others and learn to enjoy + working and talking to them. +8. Be aware of situations that depress you + or that cause you to feel lonely, bored, + frustrated or discouraged. These emotional + states can trigger the desire to masturbate + as a way of escape. Plan in advance to + counter these low periods through various + activities, such as reading a book, visiting + a friend, doing something athletic, etc. +9. Make a pocket calendar for a month on a + small card. Carry it with you, but show it +to no one. If you have a lapse of self + control, color the day black. Your goal + will be to have _no black days_. The +calendar becomes a strong visual reminder + of self control and should be looked at + when you are tempted to add another + black day. Keep your calendar up until + you have at least three clear months. +10. A careful study will indicate you have + had the problem at certain times and + under certain conditions. Try and recall, + in detail, what your particular times and + conditions were. Now that you +understand how it happens, plan to break + the pattern through counter activities. +11. In the field of psychotherapy there is a + very effective technique called _aversion + therapy_. When we associate or think of + something very distasteful with + something which has been pleasurable, + but undesirable, the distasteful thought + and feeling will begin to cancel out that +which was pleasurable. If you associate + something very distasteful with your +loss of self-control it will help you to stop + the act. For example, if you are tempted + to masturbate, think of having to bathe in + a tub of worms, and eat several of them + as you do the act. +12. During your toileting and shower + activities leave the bathroom door or + shower curtain partly open, to + discourage being alone in total privacy. + Take cool brief showers. +13. Arise immediately in the mornings. + Do not lie in bed awake, no matter what + time of day it is. Get up and do something. + Start each day with an enthusiastic + activity. +14. Keep your bladder empty. Refrain from + drinking large amounts of fluids before + retiring. +15. Reduce the amount of spices and + condiments in your food. Eat as lightly as + possible at night. +16. Wear pajamas that are difficult to open, + yet loose and not binding. +17. Avoid people, situations, pictures or + reading materials that might create + sexual excitement. +18. It is sometimes helpful to have a + physical object to use in overcoming +this problem. A Book of Mormon, firmly + held in hand, even in bed at night has + proven helpful in extreme cases. +19. In very severe cases it may be necessary + to tie a hand to the bed frame with a tie in + order that the habit of masturbating in a + semi-sleep condition can be broken. This +can also be accomplished by wearing + several layers of clothing which would + be difficult to remove while half asleep. +20. Set up a reward system for your +successes. It does not have to be a big + reward. A quarter in a receptacle each +time you overcome or reach a goal. Spend +it on something which delights you and + will be a continuing reminder + of your progress. +21. Do not let yourself return to any past + habit or attitude patterns which were part + of your problem. _Satan Never Gives Up_.. + Be calmly and confidently on guard. Keep + a positive mental attitude. You can win + this fight! The joy and strength you will +feel when you do will give your whole life + a radiant and spiritual glow of + satisfaction and fulfillment. + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/multi.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/multi.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7865989f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/multi.txt @@ -0,0 +1,452 @@ +more rude stuff by nikolai & kelanie + +from an original idea by NAPAI + + Anya had received her `orders' from the supervisors at BuProc; +she was to be monitored for a period of twelve hours, starting at +eleven that evening, to establish her suitability for work with +the highly-placed Bureau of Procuration. She had been stuck at +a console job for so long that she was willing to do literally +anything to escape it. She had no idea as to which abilities +they were testing for, but if what she had heard about BuProc was +correct, her best bet was to head down to the docks around the +NoSan'No'Os ExPort, find at least five guys and screw their +brains out. That evening, in her tiny apartment (which she +shared with a neuter ex-male called Gaeren), she sorted through +her sparse wardrobe, decided that nothing she owned was +appropriate, and decided to blow her last three hundred WCH on +some new clothes. + She had only been in the local Ginza twice, and both times the +security guards, two-and-a-half-metre tall hulks carrying mylar +batons the size of baseball bats, had tracked her every movement +with a scrutiny that she felt lay somewhere between suspicion and +contempt. Nevertheless, she put on the most nondescript outfit +she had, brushed her hair back into a demure black helmet-shape +(a distinct contrast to the wavy confusion that it usually +assumed), set the lock on the apartment door, and headed off for +the Ginza. + The golden lights around the door seemed to form a fiery gate, +like something that would lead to a cheap HolyRoller version of +Heaven; she took a deep breath, and strode forward. She wasn't +incinerated. The guards didn't even seem to notice her, +although she couldn't tell where their scrutiny lay, hidden as it +was behind mirrored visors. + Confronted by the almost obscenely rich variation, like a +Sultan's treasure trove, she forgot about the security guards and +stumbled around, completely dazed by the splendor. There were +dresses that appeared to be woven from golden threads of light, +others that were evilly-glittering black metal panels, held +together by intricate magnetic fields and designed to hover one +inch from the body; complete cosmetic makeovers which could make +you look exactly like the latest Sensory stars (which wasn't +really the point - you had to _feel_ like them; appearances +didn't count for that much in Simulation). + She was gazing in rapture at a necklace that generated a +holographic halo, being demonstrated on a mimetic model that +matched her features as she approached. It glanced up at her, +and returned such a perfect imitation of her smile that she +shivered. + `Nice night for a walk.' an Austrian accent behind her intoned +deeply. She whirled, almost falling over, and two huge hands +grabbed her shoulders, steadying her. A tenin-uriku, a +salesman/floorwalker, impeccably dressed in sarariman black, and +easily as tall and imposing as the security, stood there smiling. +One of his front teeth gleamed silver. `Can I help you?' he +asked kindly. + `I - I need some clothes.' she stammered. His smile broadened. + `I think we can accommodate you. How much were you thinking of +devoting to the worthy exercise of clothing your exquisite form?' +she blushed at the compliment. + `I have three hundred Work-Credit-Hours.' He closed his eyes in +a fair imitation of rapture. + `For that amount, we can drape you with finery that would be the +envy of the Aristocracy.' + + * * * * * + + `Now, I think this is what you may be after...' he drew what +appeared to be a tightly-woven fist-sized black cocoon from a +rack. She glanced at him quizzically. He flashed his smile +again, and shook the dress out with a flick of his wrist. A +magnetic seal clicked open, and the dress unfolded, exactly like +a chrysalis. Within moments, an exquisite vision in gleaming, +thin black leather depended from the floorwalker's fingers. Her +eyes widened. + `It's rather, ah, small, isn't it?' she murmured. + `Try it on.' he said reassuringly. + + `It IS rather small, but it covers the appropriate acreage, and +does so with charm.' she turned, glancing at the holographs that +showed her how the dress clung to her body, pushing her breasts +up. She leaned over, tilting to one side, examining the degree +of cleavage that was exposed. + `It's perfect.' and before she could think of a delicate way of +asking, `How much?', the salesman murmured, + `It can be yours for one hundred and eighty-five Work-Credit- +Hours.' + `I'll take it.' she said immediately. + `...and, for an additional ninety-five credits, we have these +boots...' black leather, knee-length, with a silver chain around +the left ankle. As she nodded her assent, he smiled again and +asked, `Would you like them wrapped?' she glanced at a nearby +holograph-clock, and smiled sweetly. + `Thank you. nothing fancy... it's only for me.' Despite this, +he wrapped them in a sheet of silver-foil analogue, as tough as +steel. She also purchased some black carbon-monofilament mesh +stockings and a pair of garters decorated with small black roses. + + * * * * * + + The buildings in the zone around the NoSaNoOs ExPort were once +used as shipping dockyards; now that the NoSaNoOs could ferry +materials from any point on Earth to another in a matter of +minutes, they had fallen into disuse, and were mainly cheap +accommodation and entertainment for the people who worked at the +ExPort, a cross-section of the extreme lower social strata. It +was similar to videos of depression-era Chicago (1930's) and +recession-era Melbourne (mid 1990's) that she had seen at +school... every third place was a club, bar or other variety of +watering-hole; every fifth shop was a brothel or gambling-house. +people in tattered clothing slumped in the cobblestone gutters... +a young man, no older than twenty-two, with a home-made +arrangement of electrodes on his head like a crown of thorns, was +perched on top of an industrial waste-container, eyes glittering +in wirehead paranoia, like a hawk on speed, watching her. She +ventured a smile, and he grinned ferociously, exposing teeth +consisting of two single white plastic ridges. He eyed the bag +she carried, his attention darting up and down her form like an +automatic targeting system. + `Another one.' he said rapidly. Before she could query this +outburst, he continued at a machine-gun pace. `...another +candidate for the Bureau of Procuration. Am I right? You've +just been to the Ginza, new clothes, you look like a console +operator, and there are only two reasons why a console operator +might be roaming the ExPort Zone at this time of night, right? +and you don't look like a wirehead. At least you don't look +like a wirehead to me, and I consider myself an expert in matters +relating to electronic sensory stimulation.' She was stunned +for a moment, and could only reply, + `Yeah, so?' He giggled inanely to himself, rocking back on his +heels, the wires attached to his forehead shimmering. + `Just down the road, down there, an exo-joint, 's called the +Suteriik Kitchen, 's a slosh-house, but they keep a fairly high +profile, around here that is, that means that when the customer +can't stand up by itself, they throw it out, so anyway, just head +down there, ask for Granny, she runs the place, and tell her that +Tybalt sent you.' He leaped up, abruptly, grabbed a fire-escape +railing overhead, swung up into the darkness and was gone. It +all happened so quickly that she could only stand there gaping, +staring at the spot vacated by the wirehead. Suddenly, from a +third-story window, Tybalt's head and shoulders popped out, and +he waved to her. `Go on! it's okay! I see at least half a +dozen girls head down that way every month!' She cupped her +hands around her mouth and shouted, + `Hey, come down, I want to talk to you!' To her surprise, +Tybalt crawled out of the third-storey window and dropped to the +ground, landing on his feet with a sharp exhalation of breath, +bending his knees to absorb the shock. One of his electrodes +came loose and he quickly replaced it. + `Okay, come on, I'll show you the way, but I won't go in there, +'cos Granny doesn't have much time for wireheads, we don't spend +enough money in there I suppose, so, anyway, how many guys were +you thinking of taking on at once, that is, assuming you are +trying for a position in BuProc, right?' Anya was having +trouble framing a reply to this, wondering if her motives were so +transparent that a street wirehead could read them. Tybalt +looked momentarily concerned. `Hey, I haven't pissed you off, +have I? I always come on like this, hazard of the trade, so to +speak, and anyway, at least I don't come on like some +ProtoCharacter who thinks he's a warrior elf and tries to slice +you up with his broadsword like that "Doomlord" guy-' + `Look,' Anya managed to interrupt, `can you keep quiet for a +moment?' Tybalt glanced at her with a jerky movement, grinned +lopsidedly, placed the back of his hand over his mouth in a +parody of the Bureau of Procuration salute. `Okay, yes, I admit, +I am going after a position in BuProc... I'd appreciate any +advice that you could give me.' Tybalt snorted, raised his eyes +to the sky and chattered on, + `You think I look like some sort of sex tech guru god knowledge- +base like guy? I mean, reeeeealllly, I haven't done it since I +went under the wire, six years ago, and beFORE you say anything,' +he added hastily, noting her expression, `I do know what I am +missing. This,' pointing to the electrodes studding his +forehead, `is better. Believe me.' He glanced at her sideways. +`Wanna try it?' Anya backed off slightly. + `Oh, uh, no thanks.' Tybalt looked rather relieved. + + They passed a number of burned-out building-shells, arriving at +a five-storey warehouse that was completely boarded up. There +were two troll-like doormen, both of them almost three metres +tall, slouching against either side of an elaborately arched +doorway. Like a lot of the architecture in use in the +NoSan'No'Os ExPort Zone, the doorway was lifted from the ruins of +another building, resulting in a clash of architectural styles +that had almost become fashionable. She recognised it as one of +those places that ExPort cargo-lifters could come to for a wash +and a drink after a hard day of shifting crates. + `This is where we part, because those thugs would dearly like to +biff me, and I dearly don't want to give them the opportunity. +Take care, have fun, and I don't want to put you down in any +fashion,' here, he adopted a serious expression, `but like, +don't be too ambitious, and if I were you, I wouldn't try taking +on more than five guys at once, hey? No offense.' She smiled. + `None taken, Tybalt.' He leaped up, grabbed a ledge and +squeezed his way into the vacant building next door to the +Suteriik. The door-things pretended not to notice him. Anya +drew a deep breath and stepped forward. The trolls took no +notice of her. She paused, standing between them, glancing from +one to the other. No response... they may as well have been +statues. She pushed the door open and entered. + A few moments later, a smirk crossed the coarse features of +one of the trolls. + + * * * * * + + There was a short, unlit stairwell that led straight down to +another door. She stepped down cautiously, and flinched +slightly as the door at the end opened by itself. It revealed a +long, low-ceilinged twilight lounge, wafts of smoke from various +pipes (which contained the expected mixture of exotic herbs) +drifting through soft hazes of golden light in a landscape of +darkness. There were wide tables scattered throughout the room, +clustering around, but not actually in the pools of light, like +cautious animals daring to approach campfires. There were only +a few port laborers present, none of them xenoforms; the evening +shift wouldn't finish for another forty minutes. She +cautiously, unobtrusively, stalked over to a door near the back +of the room, and entered the shower rooms. There were three +regular laborers, humans, all of them in their mid-twenties, two +of them showering and one drying himself, ruefully regarding his +dirty coveralls. They paid as much attention to her as the +doormen had. + She stood there with her hands on her hips for a moment. This +(as she imagined it) deliberate refusal to even react to her +presence was galling. She smiled to herself as she thought, +`Let's see what we can do about that.' + She stripped off her office clothes, removed her underwear, +stepped under a shower-head and slid her wrist past the reader. +It read the implanted chip under the skin, clicked (docking half +a WCH for the cost of the water) and magnetohydraulic pumps +behind the walls kicked in with a rumble. A broad spray of hot +water gushed out, blasting her hair back, pounding into her +shoulders as she turned. It was set to the strength preferred +by the laborers which frequented the showers, but she found a +control-plate, waved her hand at it and the stream dropped to a +point where she was no longer about to be blown off her feet. + They were still ignoring her. She stuck her hand into the +soap-recess, coated it with the green liquid, and rubbed it over +her breasts. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the +laborers glancing covertly at her. She pinched a nipple with +one hand while the other smeared soap down her belly, closed her +eyes and gasped as the water's temperature rose ten degrees and +began to pulse in intensity. Her hand slipped down past her +belly to nestle in the soft tufts that lay at the junction of her +thighs, and her fingers began to stroke the lips that lay there. +With her eyes closed and her face directly in the shower stream, +she could still sense one of the laborers approaching her from +behind. He gently placed his hand on her hip; she grasped it +and moved it up to cup her breast. He moved closer, pressing +against her back, nuzzling her neck and running his other hand +down her side, stroking her hip as he circled her nipple with his +index finger. This hand then crossed her belly as he hugged her +to him, kissing her shoulders and her neck. She felt his +tongue, rough like a cat's, trace a path along her jaw, through +the hissing stream of water. She gripped the hand that rested +lightly on her breast, turned slightly and faced the stranger. +with a slight shock she discovered that he was not one of the +three laborers that she found when she entered; this was a +heavily-bio-modified human male, almost a xenoform; he had two +insect-like feelers mounted under each ear, parallel to his +jawline; these could act as second hands while his regular hands +maintained their grip in zero gravity. His eyes were smooth +black spheres, no whites; like pools of glittering oil. Apart +from the feelers, she found him quite attractive (which was a +relief, as she had had some vague disconcerting ideas about being +assaulted by something that looked like a cross between a plateau +Bythian and an orang-utan), and a quick glance down revealed that +he was still human enough for her. She noticed a tattoo on his +shoulder, and similar marks on the shoulders of the other three, +which meant that they were members of a Crew, a tightly-knit team +of specialised starship workers that were employed by the +NoSan'No'Os. She smiled as they all moved in. The leader (the +one with the feelers) held up five fingers, his thumb, index and +pinky fingers folded down: binary 00110, or 6. She frowned +slightly until the Crewmembers also held up their hands; she +thought for a moment that they wanted some sort of group +discount. They all briefly touched wrists, the implanted chips +exchanging Work-Credit-Hours. Then they all helped her wash +the rest of the soap off; they shut off the showers and as one, +they moved into the adjacent bed area. This was divided into +partitioned areas by sound-damping curtains, each area dominated +by a large foam mattress. They found an unoccupied area and +towelled her dry before stretching her out on the bed. Well, they +certainly don't waste any time, she thought, as the leader +kneeled at the head of the bed, grasping her head and guiding his +erection to her mouth, and the other Crewmembers arranged +themselves at the other end; one kneeling astride her chest and +gently massaging her breasts; one poised over her loins and the +third wriggling underneath her, the tops of his feet resting on +her shoulders. + She closed her eyes for a moment, and performed the mental +dissociation-exercise she had learned as part of her quaternary +school term. Her consciousness divided into four seperate +channels, each one possessing only a spark of her intelligence but +backed by the full force of her lust. One of them concentrated +on using her mouth and tongue to manipulate the shaft that she +held in her mouth; another induced her hands to press her breasts +together around the penis of the second Crewmember; another +caused her to press her thighs together, squeezing the third +Crew'er's member and the fourth relaxed muscles as the Crew'er +underneath her began to slide his erection into her ass. + +she gently nibbled on the head of she tweaked her nipples as +his erection, running her tongue she firmly pressed her +over the head and then sucking it breasts against his shaft, +into her mouth, moving her head rubbing up and down, feeling +back and pressing her tongue his thighs press against her +against him, massaging the shaft ribs as she breathed deeply, +with her lips his hands flat against hers + +her thigh muscles twitched as he he lubricated the passage +slid the engorged length of his with a finger coated in +cock into her, felt his balls liquid soap, and with a +slapping against her perineum rotary motion of his hips, +with each thrust, felt the head slowly slid his column into +of his penis sliding over the her rear, the head pulsing +inner lips and her clitoris as it passed the tightness +and then deep within her of the opening and pushed in + + She gradually became aware of a vague fifth consciousness +hovering behind the others, co-ordinating them, trying to match +the bobbing motions of her head to the sinuous writhing of her +hips as she slid into the third Crew'er and out of the fourth, +reaching out with her fingertips to massage the shaft of the +Crew'er poised between her breasts. From this fifth awareness, +she sensed that the Crew'ers were linked together into a single +mind, as they must be when they are working. This fifth mind +also sensed that the Crew were co-ordinating themselves, +conspiring against her wishes to bring her to a climax before +they did. In time, she realised what was happening, and took +steps to prevent coming, as she had noted that her performance +tended to deteriorate after her first orgasm. Wavering on the +edge of the incline that would irrevocably lead to climax, she +mentally squared her shoulders and drew her four streams of +consciousness closer together. + Her four seperate selves dipped and dived around each other like +ribbons twisting on a maypole, as she fought to bring the Crew to +a climax which they were obviously avoiding just as intently as +she was avoiding hers. She realised that she'd have to break up +their internal rhythm, to divide into four seperate minds +completely and break all coordination between them, which was +dangerous, as it often effected permanent changes in personality, +assuming that the original consciousness could be reasserted. +However, this was something she'd had a lot of practice at: she +had spent hours at her work terminal, divided into three minds; +one performing her regular mundane duties, another assimilating +an instruction tape and the third chatting with a friend on +KetherNet. + Her jaw quivered and her hips shook as her minds disassociated, +and she renewed her attack on the leader with a snarl. + +she could sense his breathing she managed to introduce an +patterns change as she dragged acceptable variety of arrhythmia +him closer to orgasm, as she between the contractions of her +scraped the sides of his penis vaginal lips and the muscles of +with her teeth and pressed the her anus as the two Crew'ers +tip of her tongue into the slit alternately lifted her up and +at the end. he suddenly thrust pressed her down into the soft +in as far as he could, the head sponge-foam mattress. it was +pressing against the base of her this disruption to the +tongue. she managed to grab a established beat that they were +deep breath just before the dancing to that threatened to +bulging end of his erection tip the two less experienced +sealed the passage. this was Crewmembers over the edge. +something she had trained she spread her legs slightly, +herself to deal with as well. allowing some of her wetness to +she wrapped one hand around the drip down between her buttocks +base of the penis that was and lubricate the rear passage. +being thrust between her +breasts, squeezing it.............and wrapped her thumb and +and with the other, grasped the forefinger around it, just +balls of the Crewleader, and behind the head, stretching it +tugged down sharply. with a out, rubbing the head against +small grunt of pain, he began to her erect nipples. she spread +withdraw, only to find that the her fingers out, pressing her +feeling of her lips moving down thumb into the spot just below +the length of his shaft had the head, and massaged the +brought him to orgasm. she felt shaft with her index and middle +his penis jerk violently as he fingers. she found that she +desperately flexed his perineal could elicit gasps of pleasure +muscles in a last-ditch attempt from the second Crew'er by +to stave off the inevitable, but pressing upwards with her thumb +she had his balls in one hand at the same time as yanking +and the end of his cock held down and forwards. he barely +firmly between her lips. he maintained the presence of mind +groaned as his hips twitched to keep massaging her nipples as +involuntarily; he tried to he shuddered and came, spurting +withdraw, but she had her teeth pearly fluid over her chest and +around the crown of his penis. the base of her throat. + + The leader came, shuddering and arching his back as the +sensation surged through him. The slight differential between +his orgasm and that of the Crew'er sitting astride her was +somehow imparted to the two who were servicing her lower half; +they also came within seconds of each other, one of them pulling +out just before climax, spurting over her belly, while the other +fiercely ground his erection into her rear with a series of +short thrusts, ejaculating deep within her. She rubbed the +sticky fluid into her belly with one hand, and down between her +breasts with the other, while throwing her head back, taking the +leader's member further within her mouth (it was unusual, but his +emission tasted less like semen than cinnamon-spiced molasses... +she assumed it was another bio-modification). + They lay there for a few moments, huddled together in a warm, +sweaty mass, all breathing in time; then the crew slowly slid out +of her, trailing fluids from various orifices. Anya realised +that she had no idea of what to do next; getting up, getting +dressed and leaving seemed rude. As it happened, the decision +was taken from her, as the crew picked her up and carried her to +the shower area. There was a sunken bath behind a locked panel, +which the leader paid for by putting his wrist against the reader +and depositing two WCH with the establishment. They carefully +placed her in the water, got in with her and while three of the +crew held her securely, gently stroking her and applying the +occasional kiss, the leader submerged (he could either filter +oxygen from the water or he had his own internal supply - another +bio-modification), positioned himself between her thighs and +began to tease her labia with his tongue. She smiled to herself +and suddenly wondered if these men were actually Crew after all; +it was possible that they were applying for positions with BuProc +as she was. Another possibility came to mind as the leader +thrust his tongue into her, grasping her hips with his broad +hands; they might be a Bureau of Procuration Evaluation team. +She arched her back, tensing against their firm grip as the +leader circled her outer lips, spiraling in to focus his +attention on her clitoris. She flinched slightly as he used his +feelers to part her labia, darting his rough tongue in, bringing +it up and out over her clitoris with a bobbing motion of his +head. He wrapped his arms around her thighs as she began to +thrust back, warm waves of pleasure surging up her belly, lagging +milliseconds behind each stroke of his tongue. He thrust his +head directly into the juncture of her thighs, gently sucking on +her vagina, pushing his lips between hers. The other Crew'ers +were also applying their tongues with stimulating intent, teasing +her nipples, her earlobes, occasionally daring to kiss her lips +and massage the muscles along her jawline with their mouths. + The leader released his grip on her legs, sliding his hands up +her behind, massaging her back, then moving his hands down her +legs, stroking the taut thigh muscles which quivered with her +useless efforts to avert the orgasm which now overtook her like +some roaring predator running down a helpless gazelle. She +surrendered to the feeling as it swept over her, arching her back +and making her gasp with shock. The leader kept at it, his +tongue finding some unusual rhythm which brought a second orgasm +in behind the fading echoes of the first, something which she had +dreamt about but never imagined she would experience. She +caught the eye of one of the Crew, grasping her arm; he gave her +a familiar, reassuring smile, and she knew: they were BuProc +operatives. As her second orgasm smoldered and faded in the +pit of her stomach, the leader emerged from the water and kissed +his way up her stomach, between her breasts, along her throat and +to where she could taste the faint scent of her own excitation. + `Welcome to the team.' he said. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/murfssex.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/murfssex.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..53ec8e5b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/murfssex.txt @@ -0,0 +1,143 @@ + MURPHY'S LAWS ON SEX + -------------------- + +1. The more beautiful the woman is who loves you, the easier it is + to leave her with no hard feelings. + +2. Nothing improves with age. + +3. No matter how many times you've had it, if it's offered take it, + because it'll never be quite the same again. + +4. Sex has no calories. + +5. Sex takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount + of trouble. + +6. There is no remedy for sex but more sex. + +7. Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think + you've got. + +8. No sex with anyone in the same office. + +9. Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you are going to + get or how long it is going to last. + +10. A man in the house is worth two in the street. + +11. If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. + +12. Virginity can be cured. + +13. When a man's wife learns to understand him, she usually stops + listening to him. + +14. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself. + +15. The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the + same ones she can't stand years later. + +16. Sex is dirty only if it's done right. + +17. It is always the wrong time of month. + +18. The best way to hold a man is in your arms. + +19. When the lights are out, all women are beautiful. + +20. Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you + won't either. + +21. Sow your wild oats on Saturday night -- Then on Sunday pray for + crop failure. + +22. The younger the better. + +23. The game of love is never called off on account of darkness. + +24. It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that + caused the trouble in the garden. + +25. Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly. + +27. Before you find your handsome prince, you've got to kiss a lot + of frogs. + +28. There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse + than sex. But there is nothing exactly like it. + +29. Love your neighbor, but don't get caught. + +30. Love is a hole in the heart. + +31. If the effort that went in research on the female bosom had gone + into our space program, we would now be running hot-dog stands on + the moon. + +32. Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics. + +33. Do it only with the best. + +34. Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned + four-letter words to convey its full meaning. + +35. One good turn gets most of the blankets. + +36. You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine + women. + +37. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. + +38. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at + all. + +39. Thou shalt not commit adultery.....unless in the mood. + +40. Never lie down with a woman who's got more troubles than you. + +41. Abstain from wine, women, and song; mostly song. + +42. Never argue with a women when she's tired -- or rested. + +43. A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the + women he couldn't. + +44. What matters is not the length of the wand, but the magic in the + stick. + +45. It is better to be looked over than overlooked. + +46. Never say no. + +47. A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn't love her. + +48. Folks playing leapfrog must complete all jumps. + +49. Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes right to the bone. + +50. Never stand between a fire hydrant and a dog. + +51. A man is only a man, but a good bicycle is a ride. + +52. Love comes in spurts. + +53. The world does not revolve on an axis. + +54. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other + eight are unimportant. + +55. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. + +56. Don't do it if you can't keep it up. + +57. There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they + fall in love. + +58. Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight. + +59. Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. + +60. "This won't hurt, I promise." + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/murph.sex b/textfiles.com/sex/murph.sex new file mode 100644 index 00000000..488df9cb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/murph.sex @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +From ssdesai@elbereth.rutgers.edu Mon Aug 7 15:11:10 1989 +From: ssdesai@elbereth.rutgers.edu (Sunil S. Desai) +Subject: Murphy's Laws on Sex + +MURPHY'S LAWS ON SEX +-------------------- +1. The more beautiful the woman is who loves you, the easier it is + to leave her with no hard feelings. +2. Nothing improves with age. +3. No matter how many times you've had it, if it's offered take it, + because it'll never be quite the same again. +4. Sex has no calories. +5. Sex takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount + of trouble. +6. There is no remedy for sex but more sex. +7. Sex appeal is 50% what you've got and 50% what people think you've got. +8. No sex with anyone in the same office. +9. Sex is like snow; you never know how many inches you are going to + get or how long it is going to last. +10. A man in the house is worth two in the street. +11. If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. +12. Virginity can be cured. +13. When a man's wife learns to understand him, she usually stops + listening to him. +14. Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself. +15. The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the + same ones she can't stand years later. +16. Sex is dirty only if it's done right. +17. It is always the wrong time of month. +18. The best way to hold a man is in your arms. +19. When the lights are out, all women are beautiful. +20. Sex is hereditary. If your parents never had it, chances are you + won't either. +21. Sow your wild oats on Saturday night -- Then on Sunday pray for + crop failure. +22. The younger the better. +23. The game of love is never called off on account of darkness. +24. It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that + caused the trouble in the garden. +25. Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly. +27. Before you find your handsome prince, you've got to kiss a lot + of frogs. +28. There may be some things better than sex, and some things worse + than sex. But there is nothing exactly like it. +29. Love your neighbor, but don't get caught. +30. Love is a hole in the heart. +31. If the effort that went in research on the female bosom had gone + into our space program, we would now be running hot-dog stands on + the moon. +32. Love is a matter of chemistry, sex is a matter of physics. +33. Do it only with the best. +34. Sex is a three-letter word which needs some old-fashioned + four-letter words to convey its full meaning. +35. One good turn gets most of the blankets. +36. You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine women. +37. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. +38. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. +39. Thou shalt not commit adultery.....unless in the mood. +40. Never lie down with a woman who's got more troubles than you. +41. Abstain from wine, women, and song; mostly song. +42. Never argue with a women when she's tired -- or rested. +43. A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the + women he couldn't. +44. What matters is not the length of the wand, but the magic in the stick. +45. It is better to be looked over than overlooked. +46. Never say no. +47. A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn't love her. +48. Folks playing leapfrog must complete all jumps. +49. Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes right to the bone. +50. Never stand between a fire hydrant and a dog. +51. A man is only a man, but a good bicycle is a ride. +52. Love comes in spurts. +53. The world does not revolve on an axis. +54. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation; the other + eight are unimportant. +55. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking. +56. Don't do it if you can't keep it up. +57. There is no difference between a wise man and a fool when they + fall in love. +58. Never go to bed mad, stay up and fight. +59. Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another. +60. "This won't hurt, I promise." + +-- +Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.ON.CA +Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. I will reply, mailers willing. + +I reply to all submissions, but about 20% of the replies bounce. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/myrape.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/myrape.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..09da1e6d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/myrape.txt @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ + " THE NIGHT I BECAME A WOMAN " + + BY + + JOSEPH WILSON + + +I WAS AT THERAPY RECENTLY AND THE COUNSELOR TOLD ME THAT THE ONLY +WAY THAT I COULD GET MY LIFE TOGETHER WAS TO TALK ABOUT WHAT HAD +HAPPENED TO ME. THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY ABOUT THE EVENTS +THAT TOOK PLACE ONE NIGHT LAST SUMMER. +IT WAS THURSDAY NIGHT AND I WAS RUNNING LATE. I HAD GOTTEN OFF +WORK AT 10:45, NOW AT 11:30 I WAS PULLING UP IN MY DRIVEWAY. I + WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET MY BROTHER FRANK AT THE CHATTERBOX TO SEE SOME + NEW BAND CRYSTAL TEAR, I HAD HEARD THEY WERE FABULOUS . I NEVER MADE + IT. I RUSHED INTO THE FRONT DOOR WITH MY BRIEFCASE, IF I HAD TAKEN + MY TIME I MIGHT HAVE NOTICED THE LIGHTS WERE OUT. MY WIFE TAMMY + BEING AFRAID OF THE DARK NEVER SHUTS THE LIGHTS OUT. I KICKED OPEN + THE DOOR AND SAW TAMMY NAKED TIED UP ON THE FLOOR. HER LEGS WERE + SPREAD OPEN MORE THEN I EVER SAW THEM AND THERE WAS SOMETHING STICKING + OUT OF HER ASS. I STARTED TO RUN OVER AND OUT OF NOWHERE I HEARD A + CRACK, ONLY AS I HIT THE FLOOR DID I REALIZE IT WAS ME WHO GOT HIT WITH + A BEDPOST. EVERYTHING WENT BLACK. THE NEXT THING I KNEW I WAS TIED UP + ON THE FLOOR NEXT TO MY WIFE. I LOOKED OVER, SHE WASN'T MOVING! THEY + HAD TIED ONE LEG TO EACH BEDPOST THE LONG WAY. I COULD SEE SCRAPES + AND CUTS ON EACH WRIST, AND I KNEW SHE HAD HAD A HARD TIME. THEN I + NOTICED THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE FROM OUR WEDDING, IT WAS STILL IN HER + ASS. MY STOMACH TURNED AND I FELT LIKE I WAS GOING TO PUKE. JUST + THEN I HEARD VOICES. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO WRAP THAT CORD AROUND HER + THROAT, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FAGGOT TRICKS. YEA, SHE'S NOT DEAD SHE'LL + JUST BE SORE FOR A WHILE, REAL SORE. WELL WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH HIM. + I DON'T KNOW BUT I HAVE SOME IDEAS". THATS ALL I NEEDED TO HEAR . I STARTED + TO STRUGGLE AS HARD AS I COULD. I HAD TO GET FREE. I LOOKED OVER AT + TAMMY I COULD SEE DRIED CUM ON HER FACE. I WAS GOING TO GET EVEN. + JUST THEN I SAW TWO FIGURES WALK BACK IN THE ROOM. GLAD TO SEE YOUR AWAKE, + THE SMALLER OF THE TWO GLARED OVER. WE GOT SOME SURPRIZES IN STORE FOR YOU. + THE BIGGER MAN TOLD HIM TO SHUT UP AND WAKE THE GIRL UP. POOR TAM , I + THOUGHT. THE BIG MAN STUFFED A SOCK IN MY MOUTH. THEY THREW WATER IN + TAMMY'S FACE. I COULD HEAR HER MOAN. THE BIG MAN UNTIED HER FROM THE BED + AND LAID HER ON HER STOMACH. YOU WONT BE NEEDING THIS ANY MORE, HE + LAUGHED AS HE PULLED THE BOTTLE OUT OF HER ASS. SHE JUST MUMBLED + INCOHERENTLY. HE LOOKED AT ME RIGHT IN THE EYES AS HE PULLED HIS COCK + OUT. A BIG SMILE CAME OVER HIS FACE. I SEE WHY YOU MARRIED THIS WHORE, + HE CHUCKLED. HE GRABBED HER BY THE BACK OF HER HEAD HOLDING HER BY THE HAIR. + HE SPUN HER AROUND SO SHE WAS FACING ME. I COULD SEE HER EYES BEG FOR HELP. + A TEAR STARTED TO ROLL DOWN HER FACE. I STRUGGLED AS HARD AS I COULD BUT IT + WAS NO USE. IT ONLY BROUGHT DOWN THE WRATH OF THE LITTLE MAN. SMACK, HE + HIT ME WITH THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE ACROSS THE HEAD. DON'T WORRY, HE SAID + YOU'LL HAVE YOUR TIME TO WIGGLE. SWEAT ROLLED DOWN MY FACE. WHAT THE + FUCK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, HE WOULD HAVE TO KILL ME BEFORE I WAS + GETTING FUCKED. BUT WHAT COULD I DO TO RESIST, I WAS TIED UP LIKE A STEER. + JUST THEN I HEARD A MOAN. IT WAS TAMMY, THE BIG MAN SPREAD HER ASS APART + AND JUST RAMMED HIS COCK IN HER. HOLDING HER HAIR HE HAD ARCHED HER BACK + AND WAS BETWEEN HER LEGS. I COULD HERE HER CRY AS HE FUCKED HER AGAIN, + AND AGAIN IN THE ASS. HE SPED UP AND I COULD TELL HE WAS CUMMING. JUST THEN + HE PULLED HIS COCK OUT AND YANKED HER HAIR. SHE SCREAMED AND AS SHE OPEN + HER MOUTH HE STUCK HIS COCK IN AND CAME ALL OVER HER FACE. HE SLAPPED + HER ON THE ASS AND TOLD HER SHE WAS A GOOD COCKSUCKER. THEN HE LOOKED AT + SMALLER GUY AND THREW HER HELPLESS BODY OVER AND SAID, ONE MORE FUCK AND + THEN WE'RE OUTTA HERE. THE SMALLER GUY GLEAMED BUT SAID NOPE I WANT A + FRESH ASS. HE LOOKED OVER AT ME. NO FUCKIN WAY I THOUGHT THIS AIN'T + HAPPENING. THE BIG GUY LOOKED DISGUSTED AND SAID YOU AND YOUR FUCKING + FAGGOT TRICKS. THE LITTLE MAN COMMENTED ,YOU DIDN'T MIND TO MUCH IN PRISON. + JUST GRAB HIM AND GET IT DONE WITH. I KICKED BACK AND FORTH BUT THERE + WAS NO ESCAPE. THE BIG MAN SLAMMED ME IN THE HEAD WITH A BEDPOST. ALL I SAW + WAS STARS. HEY YOU FUCK DON'T KNOCK HIM OUT I WANT HIM MOVING, THE SMALL + GUY YELLED. THEY DRAGGED ME INTO THE KITCHEN. ONE AT A TIME THEY TIED + MY ANKLES TO THE TABLE LEGS. THEN THEY BENT ME OVER THE TABLE AND TIED MY + ARMS DOWN TO THE LEGS. THEY TOOK OUT THE SCISSORS FROM THE COUNTER AND + BEGAN CUTTING MY PANTS OFF. THEY SLIPPED ONCE AND ALMOST CUT OFF MY DICK. + THE BIG MAN RIPPED MY SHIRT OFF AND LAUGHED, TONIGHT YOUR A WOMAN! I FELT + THE LITTLE MAN SLAP MY ASS AND THEN RUBBED MY ASSHOLE. HE HAD SOME KIND + OF JELLY, OH GOD I THOUGHT KY JELLY. ALL THE FAGGOT JOKES I EVER TOLD + WERE COMING BACK TO MIND. THE BIG MAN SNEERED, WE THOUGHT WE WOULD NEED + THIS FOR YOUR WIFE BUT I GUESS ONE LOOK AT A REAL MAN AND SHE WAS DRIPPING. + THE LITTLE MAN WIPED THE JELLY ALL OVER MY ASS AND THEN HE PUT IT ON MY + LIPS. OH SHIT HE WASN'T. ILL BITE HIS COCK RIGHT OFF. I COULD HEAR HIM + DROP HIS PANTS AND I FELT A HARD COCK HIT MY LEG. I THOUGHT "AL ENGLE" + NO IT COULDN'T BE THEY CAUGHT HIM. JUST THEN MY ASS WAS SPREAD APART + WHAM , I SCREAMED, OH GOD MY ASSHOLE. I HEARD THE TISSUE RIP. IT FELT + LIKE A HUGE SHIT. I HEARD THEM LAUGH. THE LITTLE MAN POUNDED AWAY. + I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE, JUST THEN IT GOT WORSE. THE BIG MAN + OVERWHELMED WITH THE MOANS DROPPED HIS PANTS. ALL OF A SUDDEN I SAW THIS + BIG HAIRY COCK ATTACKING ME. IT WAS COMING RIGHT FOR MY EYE. JUST THEN + HE GRABBED MY NOSE AND THREW A METAL RING IN MY MOUTH SO I COULDN'T BITE DOWN. + NEXT THING I KNEW I COULDN'T BREATHE. I WAS GETTING SLAMMED AT BOTH ENDS. + I COULD HEAR TAMMY CRY IN THE OTHER ROOM. THEN I FELT A WARM FEELING IN MY + ASS I HEARD THE LITTLE GUY MOAN, WITH TWO HARD PUMPS HE WAS DONE. HE + SLAPPED MY ASS AND SAID "NICE LITTLE FAGGOT". OH GOD I THOUGHT, WAS I + A FAGGOT NOW? THEN THE BIG MAN BLEW HIS WAD AND I KNOW WHY TAMMY DOESN'T + SWALLOW. YUK SOUR SHAKE, I SPIT IT ALL OVER HIS FOOT. BAM HE HIT ME OVER + THE HEAD. THE NEXT THING I REMEMBER I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL. I HAD TO TELL + THE POLICE. NO WAY I COULDN'T. ANYWAY, I DID AND NOW IM IN THERAPY. I GOT + NO FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY THINK I LIKED IT, AND TAMMY LEFT ME. THATS WHERE + I AM NOW. I HOPED THIS WORKS BECAUSE I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE. + + FOR SUPPORT MAIL: + JOE WILSON + 952 SURF AVE. + BEACHWOOD, NJ 08722 + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/nasty.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/nasty.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f70ea386 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/nasty.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ + THE NASTY GIRL + +1. I LOVE PARTY PLEASURES, ULTRAFREAKY AND NASTY BOYS. + +2. I WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN AN ORGY FREAK PARTY. + +3. I WANT MY HANDS AND LEGS TIED TO A BED. I WANT TO BE + RAVISHINGLY YET SENSUALLY VIOLATED. + +4. I WANT SOME WHIPPED CREAM POURED ALL OVER MY BODY, THEN SLOWLY + LICKED OFF, WHILE MAKING LOVE. + +5. I LOVE MASTURBATING (FREAKING WITH MYSELF) IN FRONT OF MY LOVER. + +6. I LOVE TO BE FUCKED HARD WITH STRONG PUMPING, DEEP GRINDING AND + FAST STROKING. + +7. I LOVE WEARING SEDUCTIVE, NASTY-GIRL OUTFITS. + +8. I LOVE HAVING MY PUSSY EATEN, SUCKED, LICKED, NIBBLED, RUBBED, + TICKLED, PULLED ON, BLOWN IN, MASSAGED, BITTEN, AND SHAVED. + +9. I LOVE MAKING LOVE IN STRANGE, UNEXPECTED AND DIFFERENT PLACES. + +10. I LOVE MAKING LOVE WITH COLORED LIGHTS ON, LISTENING TO MUSIC + AND SIPPING VODKA. + +11. I LOVE ORAL SEX. + +12. I LIKE BEING FUCKED IN MY ASS WHEN I'M STIMULATED BY SOME + VODKA. + +13. I LIKE SOFT, SADISTIC PAIN WHILE MAKING LOVE...TILL IT HURTS SO + GOOD. + +14. I LOVE TAKING LONG LUSTER-SILK, PERFUMED MILK BATHS. + +15. I LOVE TAKING NUDE PHOTOS, SNAPSHOTS, POLAROIDS. + +16. I LOVE LONG, INTENSE FOREPLAY. + +17. I LOVE BEING FINGER-FUCKED WITH AT LEAST TWO OR THREE FINGERS + DIGGING DEEP AND TWIRLING AROUND INSIDE MY SUGAR WALLS. + +18. I LIKE CUM SKEETED ALL OVER MY TITTIES AND THIGHS. + +19. I LIKE NASTY, DIRTY TALK WHILE MAKING LOVE. + +20. I LOVE SEX TOYS AND GAMES: SPANISH FLIES, FRENCH TICKLERS, + CREAMS, LOTIONS, ICE CUBES, GADGETS, VIBRATORS, DILDOS, ETC. + +21. I HAVE A FREAKISH FETISH FOR A MAN'S SWEAT, UNDERARM PITS AND + THIGHS. + +22. I LOVE TO BALL, MAKE LOVE, HAVE SEX, GET OFF, MASTURBATE, FREAK + AND FUCK! + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/nipples.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/nipples.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a17cfd32 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/nipples.txt @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ + Polished Nipples + or + The DeKlein of Western Civilization + + A few years ago the makers of Johnny Walker whiskey launched a new +advertising campaign. One ad in the series featured two lissome females +padding aerobically across a grey beach in their bare feet, the silent +foam swallowing their footprints. Their bodies were toned and tanned, +their skin flawless. One of the women wore a smart red and blue +ensemble, her pert buttocks mocking the camera. The other was in a +similar bikini-like exercise tog, but had a wristwatch strapped to her +bicep. (It was not made clear whether this was a new fashion trend or +simply that she was anatomically dyslexic.) As we joined them, the +bicep woman had turned to her companion and announced: "He loves my +mind. And he drinks Johnny Walker." + Of course, my first question was: "How does she tell time?" In +order to see the face of the watch she would have to lift up her arm and +stick her nose right in her armpit. Unpleasant, even if you haven't +been "padding aerobically." My next question had to do with the Johnny +Walker slogan ("Good taste is always an asset") and the choice of a rear +view for the photograph. But finally I came to the really big question: +"JUST WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE TRYING TO KID?" + Are these women pouring over books in a research library? Are they +huddled over a microscope probing the mysteries of genetic science? Are +they debating social and economic issues at a Third World Symposium? +Sure, talk of the mind....but give the public tush! + In fact, it seems that you can't open up a magazine today without +running across an ad with some nubile wench with an exposed torso +arching her back as she's drinking mineral water, or some Adonis in a +Speedo flexing a granite chest while discussing mutual funds with an +associate. Advertisers insist that they are simply tuned in to +America's increased awareness of fitness. But it seems to me that what +started in the early 80's as "body consciousness" has turned into +"carnal obsession." And speaking of obsession... + Probably no one has cashed in on this new societal narcissism +better than Calvin Klein. In 1982, he (with the help of photographer +Bruce Weber) launched a new line of men's underwear by raising a forty- +five foot idol above Times Square. Hands pressed against his thighs, +head back, eyes closed, this bronzed god in jockey shorts signalled a +new age of body worship. An age in which Mr. Klein is flourishing. + Perhaps every male in America has, seared in his memory, a vivid +picture of one of the first Calvin Klein Obsession ads. It featured a +number of bodies, some obviously female, draped in an anatomical jigsaw +puzzle. You could (heaven knows I did) spend hours trying to figure out +where a thigh ended and a torso began. Another Obsession ad featured a +number of nude figures (male and female) lolling about on white +monoliths, their tawny skin shining in the sun. And the latest in the +series features a nude male carrying a limp, equally non-clothed female +in a fireman's carry. + Now, what are these ads trying to tell us? Are we to believe that +women swoon at the smell of Obsession, disrobing as they fall to the +ground? I'd buy the stuff if that were true. Or is it that the true +fragrance of Obsession is only revealed to those who are free from the +restrictions of clothing. If that is true, what should we do with our +now useless Calvin Klein underwear? Actually, it would seem that Mr. +Klein has stumbled upon the great advertising truth of the 90's: + + FLESH SELLS. + + You'll notice that I didn't say that "sex" sells. You see, one of +the frightening things about these ads is not that they are "sexual," +but rather that they are "asexual" or "omnisexual." In most of the ads +it makes little difference whether the flesh belongs to a male or +female. In fact, sometimes it's very hard to tell. Most of the men in +the ads are alarmingly androgenous. High cheekbones, flawless, ruddy +complexions, a total lack of facial hair (or any other secondary sex +characteristics, for that matter), lithe and sculpted bodies. These +guys are more pretty than handsome....and they are perfect. Not a +blemish, stretch mark, or flaw can be found on these people. It's as if +the pod people have returned and are modelling in New York. + The rest of the media has quickly followed Calvin Klein's lead. +One of the Greek gods is representing Soloflex. Venus would give up her +clam shell if she could have the body of the Kelloggs Special K model. +And Madonna's videos seem to be populated entirely by people who were +born to pose. + This wave of "carnality" has bothered me for some time. One of the +reasons is that I'm damn jealous! Genetics and nature have conspired +against my ever having the physical characteristics of these male +models. + But the truth finally hit me one day as I was flipping through a +magazine and came across an ad for Calvin Klein Sport. It featured a +group of friends posing for a picture while enjoying a lawn party on an +estate of some sort. Since the ad was hawking his line of casual +clothing, nobody was naked (though the Klein Flesh Tolerance Level was +maintained by having some chest and torso peeking through open shirts). +But then I noticed one guy lying on the grass in front of everyone else. +He had his shirt off revealing a tanned and chiselled chest....and I +stopped. I just sat there blinking for a while, because it struck me +that this guy had polished nipples. I'm serious, polished nipples. It +was as if someone had gone over his chest with Turtle Wax and a buffer. + And suddenly I saw through it all. It was perfectly clear! I ran +outside and started screaming at the top of my lungs, "They aren't real! +They can't exist in reality! We can buy the same underwear, the same +cologne, the same clothes, get liposuction, hire a personal trainer, go +to tanning salons....we can try forever, but we can never BE them! +Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Laura Ashley, Soloflex, Kelloggs, Evian +Water, all of them! They've duped us all!" + But then I looked around and it appeared that no one had heard me. +Out on the street a handsome college student drove past in his BMW +convertible with his equally attractive girlfriend. I noticed the well- +dressed girl from next door walking into her house carrying a bag from +the Polo Country Store, and there were two guy across the street +throwing a frisbee. I was about to turn away when something caught my +eye. Both of them were shirtless, well-built and their nipples... + + By Grettir the Strong + (alias Shawn Lynn) + 659 E. 600 N. + Orem, UT 84057 + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex1.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cf455e75 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,142 @@ + + + + GUIDE TO ORAL SEX + by Anonymous + + part 1: How To Suck Cock + + + Sucking a man's cock is one of the pure pleasures in life. It's +sad to think that many women don't appreciate just how much fun it can be. +The reason for this is they don't know how to do it correctly and so it +doesn't end up being much fun. Because if you mess up, you don't get +your reward. The cock doesn't get hard, the man doesn't have a good +time and the woman feels like a failure. + But here's the good news: It's easy to learn how to be a terrific +cock sucker. And I'm going to tell you exactly how. + It doesn't matter what setting you choose, you can be home in bed +or parked on Sunset Boulevard, but seek whatever level of privacy you +need to feel relaxed and sexy. For the purpose of this book, let's say +you're on a couch. You're with a man you like and you know he'd love to +have a good blow job about now. + Slip down on the floor between his legs and open his fly. Reach in and +touch his prick. If he's hot for you, it will already be hard. If he's +nervous, it may still be bent up inside his shorts. Grab hold of his cock and +lean up to his face and kiss him. See if you can feel a response down below. +Any movement is a good sign. + Now pull his cock out and see how it stands. If it's straight up, +you're doing great, otherwise, here's what to do: Pull his balls out. If the +pants are too tight, pull them down. Now hold his balls in your left hand and +his cock in your right. Squeeze it gently down toward the bottom of the +shaft and get ready to suck. + Run your tongue over your lips to get them good and wet and look +into your man's face. He wants to watch you suck him off. Men love to +watch. Now open your mouth just slightly to tease and excite your man +and come very close to his cock. Breathe on him, blow on him with your +hot breath. Stick your tongue out again and reach for him, tease him. + Making sure your tongue is dripping wet, begin at the bottom of his +shaft and lick upwards, slowly. Turn your head sideways and pretend to +take a bite of him, gently setting your teeth into his flesh. Wet him again +with your tongue and use your hand to spread the liquid around if +necessary. A wet cock looks and sounds a lot sexier than a dry one. + Your left had meanwhile is massaging those balls, perhaps scratch- +ing them lightly with your fingernails. You may also want to reach +behind and underneath the balls to get to that ever-so-sensitive area +just before the anus, or even to run your fingers over his asshole very +lightly. Since the muscle that cause erection originates back there, this +will produce a reaction in his cock. + After you've licked his shaft lots of times and it's all wet and hard, +your man is going to start squirming with frustration if you don't start +getting serious. A quick look up at his face will let you know when you're +taking things too far. Teasing is great...to a point. A little experience +in cock-sucking will educate you as to just when that point has been +reached. On one of your upward swings with your tongue, from the base +of his shaft to the rim of his knob, don't stop. Continue your long, wet +lick over the top of his cock, lingering at the hole in the center. Stick your +tongue into it, if you can, but don't suck the head yet. + Now run your tongue around the rim of his knob, all the way around, +making frequent passes on the tender skin directly facing you. This is +where most men are the most sensitive. But not all men! That's one +thing a good cock sucker has to learn to do, as soon as you're comfort- +able, that is. Ask questions. Each man is unique and so is his cock. + Squeeze the shaft and see if some clear liquid pops up. If it does, +dip your tongue into it and pull away. It will stretch with you and look +fantastically erotic to your partner. Now, make like you love the stuff. +Close in on that cockhead like it was chocolate ice-cream and take the +whole knob into your hot mouth. Hold it there. Listen to him moan. Now +down quickly and take as much of his cock as you can get into your +mouth. Don't worry, you won't choke. If you bend your neck in just the +right way, you can take it clear into your throat. + Stay there, with the cock down your mouth, for just a moment. Feel +it inside of you. This can be almost as luscious as having one in your pussy. +It grows on you. + At this point you can do several things. This is one of them: Slide +back up to the tip of the cock and flick your tongue against it. Your man will +be getting antsy now, wanting you to deep-throat him some more. But +don't let him bully you. If he had his way, it'd be over in two minutes and +what fun is that? + Moving as fast as he can handle it (don't let him come yet), slide up +and down on his cock as if you're fucking him. If he gets too close to +coming, stop, or at least slow down. If you can't get all the way down to +the bottom of his prick, you can cheat a little by using that right hand of +yours to complete the sensation of deep throating him. It still looks as if +you've got the whole thing in your mouth and still feels like it. You can +also slide your fingers, made in an O-shape around the shaft, up and +down with the rhythm of your sucking. + That's another thing. Besides just mouthing the cock, you can suck it +which is quite different. There are deep-sucks and little ones and both +feel damned great. Your man may have a preference, however, so watch +his reactions. + Taking just the knob in your mouth, suck it as if it were a nipple or a +straw. This feels so good tot the man, it makes my pussy hot just thinking +about it. The other suck is a long, sweeping one, where you take the +whole cock and suck it all the way up like you would a popsicle and then +go back and do it again, sucking on the way down as well. + Here is an important thing to know: Any of these moves will feel great +the first few times or more, but after a while, it's as if the cock gets +immune to feeling. When you sense this, it's time to move onto your next +play. You don't want the cock to go to sleep. You want it constantly +stimulated, almost, but not quite, to the point of orgasm. + Which is just about where we are now. You've got a raging hard-on in +your right hand and some tight balls in your left. Lean back and take a +look at it. It's beautiful, isn't it? Move your right hand all the way to the +base of the cock and squeeze it there. This will cause the shaft to fill and +thicken, and by now the knob will be shining and smooth. Continue to +take the prick into your mouth and suck and try out all your various +moves until you know the man can't stand anymore and he's's going to +blast off. + What you do now is between you and your lover. Personally, I like to +watch it shoot. It gives me visual images for my wet dreams and besides, +it's a thrill to see the spurting cum. It's amazing how much of that stuff +comes out and how far it shoots. If you want to watch, you'll feel it +coming with your right hand and know when to back off. You can even +try to catch some on your tongue if you're fast. + You might want to swallow it, some girls do, and lots of guys like to +have it swallowed. Be careful to back up a little when it goes off though +or you'll gag on it and that's not too romantic. Take it into your mouth +and hold it there and then swallow it. + Another solution, and this is a nice one too, unless you're making love +where you can't make a mess, is to let the warm, wonderful juices gush +into your mouth and then slide around the already wet cock. It make it +so slippery and delightful to touch! You'll want to run your hands +through it, feeling that hard cock all the way up, smoothing the glisten- +ing cum over the knob. This makes a great sensual image too, for you +and for your man. + Now you've given your man a blow job that he'll not forget. Believe me, +if you follow my instructions, this guy will want to see a lot more of you. +I've heard from men that one woman in fifty knows how to give good +head. The rest act like it's a big favor. Which is another point i should +make. If you don't like to give head and you've tried to learn to like it and +it still doesn't work, don't give up. Maybe you'll like it more as you grow +older. Men say older women are much better at giving head. But I +should warn you, there are a lot of out here who love to give head and +we're going to be stiff competition for you shy ones. I know women who +can even have orgasms sucking cock. + + One final note, this time for the men: Don't push it. There's nothing +more deadly than having a man push your head down there. Just wait. +If she's into it, she'll get around to it, sometimes not until the second +time you make love. And if you give her time, she'll learn to like it. If she +doesn't enjoy it, perhaps your next lover will. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..20328e6e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/oralsex2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ + + + + GUIDE TO ORAL SEX + by Anonymous + + + part 2: How to Eat Pussy + + Hey, I have a lot of respect for all you guys who like to eat pussy +because there are too few of you out there. And I'm not the only woman who +says this. Furthermore, some of you guys who are giving it the old college try +are not doing too well, so maybe this little lesson will help you out. When a +woman finds a man who gives good head, she's found a treasure she's not going +to let go of too quickly. This is one rare customer and she knows it. She +won't even tell her girlfriends about it or that guy will become the most +popular man in town. So, remember, most guys can fuck, and those who can +usually do it satisfactorily, but the guy who gives good head, he's got it +made. + Most women are shy about their bodies. Even if you've got the world's +most gorgeous woman in bed with you, she's going to worry about how you like +her body. Tell her it's beautiful, tell her which parts you like best, tell +her anything, but get her to trust you enough to let you down between her legs. + Now stop and look at what you see. Beautiful, isn't it? There is nothing +that makes a woman more unique than her pussy. I know. I've seen plenty of +them. They come in all different sizes, colors and shapes; some are tucked +inside like a little girl's cunnie and some have thick luscious lips that come +out to greet you. Some are nested in brushes of fur and others are covered +with transparent fuzz. Appreciate your woman's unique qualities and tell her +what makes her special. + Women are a good deal more verbal than men, especially during +love-making. They also respond more to verbal love, which means, the more you +talk to her, the easier it will be to get her off. So all the time you're +petting and stroking her beautiful pussy, talk to her about it. + Now look at it again. Gently pull the lips apart and look at her inner +lips, even lick them if you want to. Now spread the tops of her pussy up until +you can find her clit. Women have clits in all different sizes, just like you +guys have different sized cocks. It doesn't mean a thing as far as her +capacity for orgasm. All it means is more of her is hidden underneath her +foreskin. + Whenever you touch a woman's pussy, make sure your finger is wet. You +can lick it or moisten it with juices from inside her. Be sure, by all means, +to wet it before you touch her clit because it doesn't have any juices of it's +own and it's extremely sensitive. Your finger will stick to it if it's dry and +that hurts. But you don't want to touch her clit anyway. You have to work up +to that. Before she becomes aroused, her clit is too delicate to be handled. + Approach her pussy slowly. Women, even more so than men, love to be +teased. The inner part of her thigh is her most tender spot. Lick it, kiss +it, make designs on it with the tip of your tongue. Come dangerously close to +her pussy, then float away. Make her anticipate it. + Now lick the crease where her leg joins her pussy. Nuzzle your face +into her bush. Brush your lips over her slit without pressing down on it to +further excite her. After you've done this to the point where your lady is +bucking up from her seat and she's straining to get more of you closer to her, +then put your lips right on top of her slit. + Kiss her, gently, then harder. Now use your tongue to separate her +pussy lips and when she opens up, run your tongue up and down between the +layers of pussy flesh. Gently spread her legs more with your hands. +Everything you do with a woman you're about to eat must be done gently. + Tongue-fuck her. This feels define. It also teases the hell out of +her because by now she wants some attention given to her clit. Check it out. +See if her clit has gotten hard enough to peek out of it's covering. If so, +lick it. If you can't see it, it might still be waiting for you underneath. +So bring your tongue up tot he top of her slit and feel for her clit. You may +barely experience it's presence. But even if you can't feel the tiny pearl, +you can make it rise by licking the skin that covers it. Lick hard now and +press into her skin. + Gently pull the pussy lips away and flick your tongue against the +clit, hood covered or not. Do this quickly. This should cause her legs to +shudder. When you sense she's getting up there toward orgasm, make your lips +into an O and take the clit into your mouth. Start to suck gently and watch +your lady's face for her reaction. If she can handle it, begin to suck harder. + If she digs it, suck even harder. Go with her. If she lifts her pelvis into +the air with the tension of her rising orgasm, move with her, don't fight her. +Hang on, and keep your hot mouth on her clit. Don't let go. That's what +she'll be saying too: 'Don't stop. Don't ever stop!' + There's a reason for that, most men stop too soon. Just like with cock +sucking, this is something worth learning about and worth learning to do well. +I know a man who's a lousy fuck, simply lousy, but he can eat pussy like +nobody I know and he never has trouble getting a date. Girls are falling all +over him. + But back to your pussy eating session...There's another thing you can +do to intensify your woman's pleasure. You can finger-fuck her while she's +enjoying your clit-licking talents. Before, curing or after. She'll really +like it. In addition to the erogenous zones surrounding her clit, a woman has +another extremely sensitive area at the roof of her vagina. This is what you +rub up against when you're fucking her. Well, since your cock is pretty far +away from your mouth, your fingers will have to do the fucking. + Take two fingers. One is too skinny and three is too wide and +therefore can't get deep enough. Make sure they're wet so you don't irritate +her skin. Slide them inside, slowly at first, then a little faster. Fuck her +with them rhythmically. Speed up only when she does. Listen to her breathing. + + +She'll let you know what to do. If you're sucking her clit and finger-fucking +her at the same time, you're giving her far more stimulation than you would be +giving her with your cock alone. So you can count on it that she's getting +high on this. If there's any doubt, check her out for symptoms. Each woman is +unique. You may have one who's nipples get hard when she's excited or only +when she's having an orgasm. Your girl might flush red or begin to tremble. +Get to know her symptoms and you'll be a more sensitive lover. + When she starts to have an orgasm, for heaven's sakes, don't let go of +that clit. Hang in there for the duration. When she starts to come down from +the first orgasm, press your tongue along the underside of the clit, leaving +your lips covering the top. Move your tongue in and out of her cunt. If your +fingers are inside, move them a little too, gently though, things are extremely +sensitive just now. + If you play your cards right, you'll get some multiple orgasms this +way. A woman stays excited for a full hour after she's had an orgasm. Do you +realize the full impact of that information? The potential? One woman was +clocked at 56 orgasms at one sitting. Do you know what effect you would have +on a woman you gave 56 orgasms to? She'd be yours as long as you wanted her. + + The last advice I have for you is this: After you've made her come, +made her your slave by giving her the best head she's ever had, don't leave her +alone just yet. Talk to her, stroke her body, caress her breasts. Keep making +love to her quietly until she's come all the way down. A man can get off and +go to sleep in the same breath and feel no remorse, no sense of loss. But a +woman by nature requires some sensitivity from her lover in those first few +moments after sex. + Oral sex can be the most exciting sexual experiences you can have. But +it's what you make it. Take your time, practice often, pay attention to your +lover's signals, and most of all, enjoy yourself. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/orson.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/orson.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3c649d8b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/orson.txt @@ -0,0 +1,219 @@ +From: maddox@blake.acs.washington.edu (Tom Maddox) + + As promised, Orson Scott Card on "homosexuality." From what +seems to be a regular column, "A Changed Man," in _Sunstone_, a Mormon +journal. This article is titled "The Hypocrites of Homosexuality," and is +from February, 1990. + +******************************************************************************** + + When I was an undergraduate theatre student, I was aware, and +not happily so, how pervasive was the reach of the underculture of +homosexuality among my friends and acquaintances. After a while I stopped +being shocked to discover that someone I had known well, or whose talent +I admired, was either moving into or already a part of the +not-so-clandestine network of gay relationships. I learned that being +homosexual does not destroy a person's talent or deny those aspects of +their character that I had already come to love and admire. I did learn that +for most of them their highest allegiance was to their membership in the +community that gave them access to sex. As a not- +particularly-pure-minded heterosexual adolescent, I understood the +intensity of sexual desire; as a student of human communities, I have since +come to understand how character is shaped by -- or surrendered to -- +one's allegiances. + + One thing is certain: one cannot serve two masters. And when +one's life is given over to one community that demands utter allegiance, it +cannot be given to another. The LDS church is one such community. The +homosexual community seems to be another. And when I read the +statements of those who claim to be both LDS and homosexual, trying to +persuade the former community to cease making their membership +contingent upon abandoning the latter, I wonder if they realize that the +price of such tolerance would be, in the long run, the destruction of the +Church. + + We Latter-Day Saints know that we are eternal beings who must +gain control of our bodies and direct our lives toward the good of others in +order to be worthy of an adult role in the hereafter. So the regulation of +sexual drives is designed not just to preserve the community of the Saints +but also to improve and educate the individuals within it. The Lord asks no +more of its members who are tempted toward homosexuality than it does of +its unmarried adolescents, its widows and widowers, its divorced members, +and its members who never marry. Furthermore, the Lord even guides the +sexual behavior of those who are married, expecting them to use their +sexual powers responsibly and in a proportionate role within the marriage. + + The argument by the hypocrites of homosexuality that +homosexual tendencies are gentically ingrained in some individuals is +almost laughably irrelevant. We are all genetically predisposed toward some +sin or another; we are all expected to control those genetic predispositions +when it is possible. It is for God to judge which individuals are tempted +beyond their ability to bear or beyond their ability to resist. But it is the +responsibility of the Church and the Saints never to lose sight of the goal of +perfect obedience to laws designed for our happiness. + + The average fifteen-year old teenage boy is genetically +predisposed to copulate with anything that moves. We are compassionate +and forgiving of those who cannot resist this temptation, but we do not +regard as adult anyone who has not overcome it; and we can only help +others overcome these "genetic predispositions" by teaching them that we +expect them to meet a higher standard of behavior than the one their own +body teaches them. Are we somehow cruel and over-domineering when we +teach young men and young women that their lives will be better and +happier if they have no memory of sexual intercourse with others to deal +with when they finally are married? On the contrary, we would be heartless +and cruel if we did not. + + The hypocrites of homosexuality are, of course, already preparing +to answer these statements by accusing me of homophobia, gay-bashing, +bigotry, intolerance; but nothing that I have said here -- and nothing that +has been said by any of the prophets or any of the Church leaders who have +dealt with this issue -- can be construed as advocating, encouraging, or even +allowing harsh personal treatment of individuals who are unable to resist +the temptation to have sexual relations with persons of the same sex. On +the contrary, the teachings of the Lord are clear in regard to the way we +must deal with sinners. Christ treated them with compassion -- as long as +they confessed that their sin was a sin. Only when they attempted to +pretend their sin was righteousness did he harshly name them for what +they were: fools, hypocrites, sinners. Hypocrites because they were +unwilling to change their behavior and instead attempted to change the law +to fit it; fools because they thought that deceiving an easy deceivable society +would achieve the impossible goal of also deceiving God. + + The Church has plenty of room for individuals who are struggling +to overcome their temptation toward homosexual behavior. But for the +protection of the Saints and the good ther persons themselves, the Church +has no room for those who, instead of repenting of homosexuality, wish it to +become an acceptable behavior in the society of the Saints. They are wolves +in sheep's clothing, preaching meekness while attempting to devour the +flock. + + No act of violence is ever appropriate to protect Christianity from +those who would rob it of its meaning. None of us are without sin -- the +casting of stones is not our duty or our privilege. All that must ever be done +to answer them is to declare the truth, and to deny them the right to call +themselves Latter-day Saints while proclaiming their false doctrine. Even as +Christ freed from her accusers the woman taken in adultery, he told her, +Go and sin no more. + + No community can endure that does not hold its members +responsible for their own actions. Being human, we try from childhood on +to put the blame for the bad things we do on someone or something else. +And to one degree or another, we do accept plausible excuses -- enough, at +least, to allows us to temper our judgment. The American defines the +crime of second degree murder to allow for those whose anger was greatly +provoked, as distinguished from those who coldly kill for gain. Also, we are +willing to alter the terms of confinement of those whose unacceptable +behavior clearly derived from mental illness. In short, we recognize the +principle that those who have as little control over their own behavior as +small children should be treated as compassionately -- yet firmly -- as we +treat small children. + + What we do with small children is to establish clear boundaries +and offer swift but mild punishment for crossing them. As their capacity to +understand and obey increases, the boundaries broaden but the +consequences of crossing them become more severe. + + Within the Church, the young person who experiments with +homosexual behavior should be counseled with, not excommunicated. But +as the adolescent moves into adulthood and continues to engage in sinful +practices far beyond the level of experimentation, then the consequences +within the Church must grow more severe and more long-lasting; +unfortunately, they may also be more public as well. + + This applies also to the polity, the community of citizens at large. +Laws against homosexual behavior should remain on the books, not to be +indiscriminately enforced against anyone who happens to be caught +violating them, but to be used when necessary to send a clear message that +those who flagrantly violate society's regulation of sexual behavior cannot be +permitted to remain as acceptable, equal citizens within that society. + + The goal of the polity is not to put homosexuals in jail. The goal +is to discourage people from engaging in homosexual practices in the first +place, and, when they nevertheless proceed in their homosexual behavior, +to encourage them to do so discreetly, so as not to shake the confidence of +the community in the polity's ability to provide rules for safe, stable, +dependable marriage and family relationships. + + Those who would be members of a community must sacrifice the +satisfaction of some of their individual desires in order to maintain the +existence of that community. They must, in other words, obey the rules +that define what that community is. Those who are not willing or able to +obey the rules should honestly admit the fact and withdraw from +membership. + + Thus, just as America, a democratic society, is under no +obligation to preserve some imagined "right" of citizens who wish to use +their freedom to overthrow that democracy and institute tyranny, so +likewise the LDS church, which is founded on the idea that the word of God +as revealed through his prophets should determine the behavior of the +Saints, is under no obligation to protect some supposed "right" of those +members who would like to persuade us that neither God nor the prophets +has the authority to regulate them. + + If the Church has not the authority to tell its members that they +may not engage in homosexual practices, then it has no authority at all. And +if we accept the argument of the hypocrites of homosexuality that their sin +is not a sin, we have destroyed ourselves. + + Furthermore, if we allow ourselves to be intimidated by our fear +of the world's censure into silence in the face of attempts by homosexuals +to make their sin acceptable under the laws of the polity, then we have +abandoned our role as teachers of righteousness. + + The repentant homosexual must be met with forgiveness. Even +hypocritical homosexuals must be treated individually with compassion. But +the collective behavior of the hypocrites of homosexuality must be met with +our most forceful arguments and our complete intolerance of their lies. To +act otherwise is to give more respect to the opinions of men than to the +judgments of God. + + Tolerance is not the fundamental virtue, to which all others must +give way. The fundamental virtue is to love the Lord with all our heart, +might, mind, and strength; and then to love our neighbor as ourself. +Despite all the rhetoric of the hypocrites of homosexuality about how if we +were true Christians, we would accept them fully without expecting them to +change their behavior, we know that the Lord looks upon sin without the +least degree of tolerance, and that he expects us to strive for perfection. + + That we must treat sinners kindly is true; that we must +courageously and firmly reject sin is also true. Those whose "kindness" +causes them to wink at sin are not being kind at all, for the only hope of joy +that these people have is to recognize their sin and repent of it. True +kindness is to be ever courteous and warm toward individuals, while +confronting them always with our rejection of any arguments justifying their +self- gratification. That will earn us their love and gratitude in the day of +their repentance, even if during the time they still embrace their sins they +lash out at us as if we were their enemies. + + And if it happens that they never repent, then in the day of their +grief they cannot blame us for helping them deceive and destroy +themselves. That is how we keep ourselves unspotted by the blood of this +generation, even as we labor to help our brothers and sisters free +themselves from the tyranny of sin. + +*************************************************************************** + + + + + + + Another file downloaded from: + + ! + -$- & the Temple of the Screaming Electron + ! * Walnut Creek, CA + + /^\ | + ! | |/\/^\ _^_ 2400/1200/300 baud (415) 935-5845 + /^\ / @ | \/_-_\ Jeff Hunter, Sysop + |@ \_| @ @|- - -| \ + | | | /^\ | _ | - - - - - - - - - * + |___/_\___|_|_|_(_)_| Aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! / + + Specializing in conversations, E-Mail, obscure information, + entertainment, the arts, politics, futurism, thoughtful discussion, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. An ALL-TEXT BBS. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/paper.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/paper.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8baa182e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/paper.jok @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +From: jeffn@cs.utexas.edu (Jeff Noxon) +Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny +Subject: Contact with aliens? +Date: 24 Jun 90 10:30:06 GMT + + +This was faxed to a friend of mine, but he isn't sure who sent it to him. This +joke works best if you print it out and leave it sitting around the office or +anywhere it will stand out and get noticed. + +(Cut here) + +Hello! + +I'm from outer space, and I've made myself look like a piece of paper. While +you hold me, I'm having sex with your fingers. + +I know it feels good to you, because you're smiling. I'm very horny, so give +me to someone else when you've had enough. + +Thanks! + +Sincerely, +A Stranger in a Strange Land + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/party.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/party.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..53278d1d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/party.fun @@ -0,0 +1,295 @@ + MIKE01 + +Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a +vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When +they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being +something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd. + + THE PARTY + + + Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn't believe it. +Normally, he didn't particularly like parties. He went because +his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group +talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But +tonight Mike was enjoying himself. He was dancing with the +hostess, June, and he was enjoying every move they made together +in the crowded den. He caught sight of his wife across the +crowded room, dancing with June's husband. Even seeing the way +she was molding her body to her partner's didn't upset him +tonight. It didn't bother him because June's body was glued to +his. + + Mike couldn't believe how he and June were dancing. She had +her face buried against his neck and he could feel her lips sort +of nibbling at his throat. Her body was molded to his own and he +could feel her ample tits against his chest through the pullover +shirt which he wore. He was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. He +had been pretty sure before he danced with her, because he could +see her nipples pressing against the soft thin blouse she wore. +Now he was absolutely sure she was braless, because he could feel +her tits pressing against his chest. He was amazed at the way +she was rubbing up against him as they danced. He could feel her +crotch against his thigh. She was actually rubbing her pussy +against his leg! And her hip was pressing against his crotch. +He knew that his dick was getting hard in his pants as they +danced. He wondered if she could feel it. + + "Umm, Mike, you must be enjoying this as much as I am," June +whispered in his ear. "You're getting a hard-on." + + "I'm sorry, June," he said, "I just couldn't help it." + + "Don't appologize," she giggled. "I think of it as a +compliment." As she said this, she boldly rubbed her stomach +against the bulge in his pants. He gasped with pleasure. + + "Why don't we go out and dance on the patio where it isn't +so crowded?" June suggested. "Besides, it's cooler out there." + + June pulled away from him and took his hand. They threaded +their way through the swaying couples and went out through the +sliding glass doors onto the patio. There were two other couples +dancing in the semi-darkness away from the light which came +through the sliding glass door. + + June led him over to a dark corner of the patio and snuggled +up against him. He took her in his arms and they began to move +to the music again. As they danced, he glanced at the other two +couples. He could see that one couple was the gal who lived +across the street from him and a guy from across town. He +suddenly realized that the guy had one hand in the woman's +blouse! He was feeling her tits as they danced! + + If he had thought June was dancing close inside, it was +nothing compared to what was going on now. She was actually +rubbing her stomach up against his hard dick! She seemed to be +enjoying the feel of it against her belly. + + Mike caught a glimpse of the other couple and suddenly +realized that it was his wife and June's husband. They didn't +seem to realize that Mike and June were there. He saw that +June's husband had his hand down on his wife's ass. He was +squeezing it and probing between her legs with his fingers from +behind. Then he realized that she had her hand down between them +and was rubbing his dick through his pants. + + "They really seem to be enjoying themselves, don't they?" +June whispered in his ear. + + "You don't mind?" Mike asked. + + "Oh, no," June chuckled. "Sam has been wanting to get in +Betty's pants ever since we met the two of you." + + "What?!" gasped Mike. He drew back and looked down at her. + + "Oh, don't be like that," she told him. "Actually, I've +been wanting to get in your pants ever since Betty told me what a +big dick you have." She reached down and boldly grasped his hard +dick through his pants. + + "Boy, she wasn't lying," June giggled. She slid her hand up +and down the length of his big rod, massaging it through his +pants. + + "Come on, forget them," June whispered to him. She took one +of his hands and slid it inside the bottom of her blouse. + + Mike found himself sliding his hand up over her warm flesh +in spite of himself. His hand closed on her big tit and he began +to squeeze and manipulate it. She gasped into his ear. Out of +the corner of his eye, he saw Sam slide the zipper down in the +back of Betty's pants and slip his hand down inside. He knew +that Betty wasn't wearing any panties so he knew that Sam had his +hand on Betty's bare ass. He saw that Sam had his other hand up +inside Betty's blouse, and he knew that she wasn't wearing a bra +either. He wondered for a moment if Betty knew he was there, +then he realized that she had her head buried in Sam's neck, and +couldn't possibly know who else might be on the patio. Stangely, +Mike found himself almost as excited by what Sam and Betty were +doing as by what he and June were doing. + + "Why don't you pull my skirt up and feel my pussy?" +suggested June. "I'm not wearing any panties," she added. + + Without hesitating, Mike pulled her short skirt up in the +back and slid his hand down over her warm bare ass. When he +reached the bottom of her ass, he just slid his hand right in +between her legs from behind and dipped his middle finger into +her crack. He found her pussy flowing with juice! + + Glancing at Sam and Betty again, he saw that Betty was +unzipping Sam's pants. Evidently, Sam was not wearing any +shorts, because his dick sprang right out through the open fly. +Mike was a little relieved to see that Sam's dick wasn't quite as +big as his own. + + Mike felt June's hand pulling his zipper down. She pushed +the front of his jockey shorts down and wrapped her hot hand +around his hard prick. + + "Umm," she purred in his ear. "That thing is huge." + + Mike removed his hand from June's blouse and boldly began to +unbutton it. When he had it unbuttoned all the way, he pulled it +wide open and palmed one of her big jugs. + + "Why don't we find someplace a little more private?" June +suggested. Mike didn't resist when she pulled away from him and +took him by the hand, leading him towards a gazebo in the back +corner of the yard. Boldly, they walked hand in hand towards the +gazebo, with June's blouse hanging open and Mike's dick sticking +out of his open fly. When they reached the gazebo, June led him +inside and then turned to face him. She wrapped both her arms +around his neck and pulled his lips to her own. Mike palmed both +of her tits as he kissed her. He felt her breath quicken in his +mouth as he pinched her nipples. + + Pulling his lips away from hers, he bent down and took a big +rubbery nipple in his mouth. He sucked it in between his lips, +gently nibbling on it. While he sucked her tit, he reached down +and pulled her skirt up, sliding his hand up between her legs. +He palmed her pussy, feeling the heat from it against the palm of +his hand. + + Gently, Mike inserted the tip of his finger between her +pussy lips, gradually sliding the finger down deeper into her +slit. He rolled her clit with his finger, then slid his finger +farther down and swirled the end of it around in the entrance to +her pussy hole itself. + + He felt her slowly backing up. He raised his head from her +tit to see what she was doing. Then he realized that she was +maneurvering them to a table located over against the wall. He +followed her, keeping his finger busy in her pussy. When they +reached the table, June just reached down and pulled her skirt up +around her waist and sat her ass up on the edge of the table. + + She reached down and began to unfasten his belt and unfasten +his pants. When they were unfastened, she let them slide down +and pushed his shorts down. She wrapped her fingers around his +massive hard-on and slowly slid her hand up and down the length +of his shaft. Mike now had his finger buried in her wet pussy. +He was sliding it in and out of her, fingerfucking her with the +entire length of it. + + Suddenly, whe began to pull on his dick, drawing him close +to her. + + "Fuck me, Mike," she begged him. "Stick that big dick up my +hot pussy and fuck my ass off," she told him. Mike pulled his +finger out of her pussy and moved up against her. He reached +down and took his dick in his hand, sliding the head of it up and +down in her juicy slot. He could feel the heat coming from her +cunt. It felt like an oven. She pulled her legs up and spread +them. Mike slid the end of his dick down to her cunt hole and +slowly began to push it up into her. She groaned as his big dick +slowly penetrated her hot cunt. + + Mike couldn't believe how hot her pussy felt as it slowly +engulfed his dick. He looked down and watched his dick disappear +up between her legs, sliding right up into the pink opening +framed by her black cunt hair. + + When he had it all the way up in her, he stood for a moment, +just feeling the wet heat surrounding his dick. He reached down +and hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs and +spreading them wide. June leaned back on the table and supported +herself on her hands. + + Mike slowly withdrew his dick until only the end was still +in her, then slowly pushed it back up into her again. She +groaned as he fucked her, slowly and deeply. + + Mike began to pick up speed now, screwing his dick in and +out of her faster and faster. She was responding to his thrusts, +pushing herself up to meet him on every thrust. Harder and +harder he fucked her, slamming his dick in her up to the balls on +every stroke. + + Mike could feel it building up, deep in his balls. He could +feel the pressure moving up along the shaft of his dick, +indicating that he was just on the verge of coming. He wasn't +sure he could hold off much longer. + + Suddenly, June let out a little muffled scream, and her legs +began to jerk and spasm. Her eyes were shut tight, her face a +picture of intense pleasure. Mike groaned and suddenly thrust +forward hard, burying it as far up in her as it would go. His +dick jerked and throbbed as it shot squirt after squirt of his +hot cum deep into her cunt. Finally, the spasms of pleasure +subsided and he just stood there with his dick still buried in +her cunt. + + After a few moments, he slowly withdrew his prick from the +juicy hole. She kind of moaned a little as the end slipped out +of her. He lowered her legs and pulled her back up to a sitting +position. + + "Oh, boy," she smiled at him. "That was really something +else!" + + "You can say that again," he agreed with her. "I can't +remember when I have come so hard." + + "It's that strange pussy," she told him. "Getting some that +you haven't had before will always do that to you, or so Sam +says." + + " Speaking of Sam, I wonder where he and Betty are," Mike +said. + + "Why don't we find out?" June suggested, sliding down off of +the table, letting her skirt fall back down into place and +beginning to button her blouse. Mike quickly pulled his shorts +and pants up and got himself fastened up. + + They moved over to the entrance to the gazebo and June +peered out. + + "There they are," she said, pointing into the darkness. +Mike looked out past her and saw them. Betty was sitting on a +bench in the semi-darkness, leaning back in much the same +position which June had been in. Her blouse was hanging open and +her pants were lying on the ground beside her. Sam was on his +knees, between her wide-spread legs. His pants were down to his +knees and Mike could see his dick, appearing and disappearing +below Betty's ass as he fucked it in and out of her pussy. He +could hear her moaning and groaning, saying "Fuck me, Fuck me" +the way she always did when she was really getting her ass +screwed off. And it was obvious that she was really getting +herself fucked good. Sam was banging her as hard as he could. + + As June and Mike watched, the other couple suddenly went +into orgasm. Betty was pulling and clawing at Sam, who had his +dick buried to the hilt in her cunt, pumping load after load of +cum deep into her spasming twat. Finally, they raised up and +separated. Mike and June watched them rearrange their clothes +and head back for the house before they themselves left the +shadow of the gazebo. + + Something suddenly occurred to Mike. "Why didn't Sam bring +her to the gazebe?" he asked June. "They could have walked in on +us." + + June giggled. "That happened once," she told him. +"Actually, I walked in on him screwing the wife of the guy I was +about to fuck. The guy got very upset and was about to try to +punch Sam's lights out when his wife asked him what he was so +upset about when he was oviously there to fuck me." + + Mike chuckled. "What happened?" + + "Well, we wound up watching them fuck, then they watched us +fuck, but Sam and I decided that people are too unpredictable to +take a chance on that again. So we decide ahead of time who is +going to get the gazebo for a particular party and the other one +has to find someplace else. It has worked fine for us ever +since. Mike laughed. + +-------------------------------------------------- +If you liked this story and would like to hear more about the +adventures of Mike and Betty, leave a note on this BBS that you +would like to read Mike02.zip. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/peepingt.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/peepingt.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1c0c2f63 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/peepingt.txt @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +~ ~-[====-YOU CAN BE A PEEPING TOM WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT-====]- + + + +Another Great You-Can-Be-A- file from Brutus Maccabee! + +(c) July 11, 1988 {8th day of the Tour de France} + + + Ok, you're a normal guy with normal needs. Your girlfriend won't put out; you don't +have enough for a whore. Pornos and Playboy just don't cut it anymore. You want real +live sexual activity before you. Fucking the Dead is one way. (Someone wrote a fil +e on that didn't they?) But this way maggots don't eat your cock off while you're +a-fucking. + + If you live in a large building on a high floor, peeping should be no problem. All +you need to do is find a careless neighbor anywhere in your view from your window. A +young couple who still go at it and walk around the house naked a lot are prime spe +cimens. + +A pre-peeping idea: + + Try to carry groceries up for the wife while the husband is at + work. Then while she is going back downstairs, open the shades + in the bedroom and open the window in the bathroom. If they are + careless enough then you should get a good show that night. + + Or, try any way to get into the apartment. If you are young and + innocent looking say you are taking some poll or survey. Then do + the thing with the blinds and get ready. + + If you're into illegal shit, why not just break in? And if you + have electronic equipment, set up some cameras in the bedroom or + bathroom or wherever. Also, bug the place to get the full audio + as well. + + + + Ok, you're ready to peep. At night, if they have the lights on and you have the +lights off, they can't see your ass at all. Just get out the binoculars and peep to your +hearts content. Of course, when they turn out the lights you can't see shit, but t +hey won't turn them off right away know what I mean? And they never turn off the +bathroom light so if she is a habitual showerer...get going. If the building they live +in is close enough to yours you don't even need binoculars. But if you do need them, +fo +cus them beforehand because they are a bitch to focus in the dark. Kitchens are good +places to look as well, because I have found that after a good fuck the wife usually +comes out for a drink and doesn't bother to re-dress, and the light from the refriger +ator makes her show up very nicely. + + Another good place to peep is at the beach. Some of the girls there have so little +on that they're better than naked because it holds all the flesh in place know what I +mean? Just take out you're binoculars and pretend that you're looking at the sailb +oats or light houses or some bullshit like that. Then casually scan the beach! Woah! +Awesome! Focus on some asses, you can see through some of the material at close range. + + You can also peep into houses and even onto the beach while hidden in a tree. Or +even while just sittng in a tree where you're not really noticeable. Always go pretty +high for best affect. (Or is it effect?). If you know a hot girl well, try to go ove +r to her house and when there open all the shades and blinds and curtains. Then if +someone in her family catches you around the house while peeping just say you were +coming to see her. Ta-da! + + + +Welp, thats all for this presentattion. There are a lot more places and ways to peep, +but I hope you get the general idea! + + + +Special thanks to: All my careless neighbors and all the hot girls on + the beach. + + +This has been a Brutus Maccabee presentation! + + + +Watch for my new X-Rated series: + +~ ~ The Adventures of Betty Bondage and Laura Lust + +DOWNLOADED FROM P-80 SYSTEMS...... +Downloaded From P-80 International Information Systems 304-744-2253 diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/peepntom.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/peepntom.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3c0bdec8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/peepntom.fun @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +======================================= += = += HOW TO BE A SUCCESFUL PEEPING TOM = += = += WRITTEN BY THE REAL --> TOM! = += = +======================================= + + Boy, I've wanted to write this file for a looong time... well, finally +getting to it because I just came very close to being caught! Here's the story, +and then I'll explain how NOT to get caught... + + O.K., its Thursday night, school is almost over, and I'm bored. As I do many +days, I decided to go bike riding, and hopefully to view some stranger's pussy. + + I hop on my bike, and drive for about an hour, with some music playing through +my head from my walkman... always watching closely the windows I drive by with +open lights. Sure, as usual, I see lots of females... but the problem is +either that I can't see lower than there necks, or the window happens to be +facing a busy street. Eventually I come upon a house 5 doors down from mine +that contains I beautiful brunette, about 5'4, nicely shaped breasts, and enough +curves to satisfy even MY desire. As usual, her window, which is conveniantly +situated on the ground floor, is shittered closed. SHIT! But hey, how 'bout +the old flicker technique (described l8r in this file) !!! Hey, that might +work! And it did... I could see the girl, thou not too well, she was visible. +Then the tedious work... having to sit there watch her talking on the phone +(which I couldn't here) until she made a move. Fed up of allthat bull shit, I +took off on my bike for a few minutes. Upon returning she was to my enlightment +> TRYING ON BATHING SUITS < + + BEAUTIFUL!!! I could hardly keep myself from yelling that. I watched her +every move, and eventually caught glimpse of both her chest & her unbelivable +pussy. + + N.B. Throughout this whole episode, I was many times forced to leave the +window quickly due to passing cars and pedestrians + + Afeter she was finished, she did something very unpredictable: she opened +her shutters! With me glaring right into her face! SHIT!!! I took off from +there with the speed of Disk Muncher! Anyways, I got home in a VERY big hury, +and started typing this. Here I am. + + Not bad for a nights work, is it? Didn't think so... so if you want to learn +how to get to: + +- See a stranger nude +- See a stranger feel herself off (!!) +- Here a stranger talk on the phone (if the window is open) + + +- And my personal favorite: + + Y'know those girls that you've been friends with since grade school ? Those +women who were once just little girls you played with in the play pen? Your +mothers are great friends & 'you look so cute together'? + + Well, those are the girls I luuuuv to view!!!! Finally you get to see there +black haired pussies... mabye fingering herself... hmmm.. that tastes good! + +- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + + Well thats just one of my stories... hundreds have been befoe that. So first +why: + + You aren't a loser that can't get girls. You aren't a sicko who wants to +molest little girls. You aren't a faggot lusting boys. You are a relatively +cool dude that just enjoys that kind of stimulation. I LOVE IT ! ^^^^^^^^^ + +When to do it +------------- + + Anytime at night... its gotta be dark, or your gonna be caught; also if its +light outside - you can't see in !!!! (Oh ya...right?) + +Where to do it +-------------- + + A house with one or more lovely ladies. You've got to have a routine trail. +Don't just go outside & start walking in all the backyards.. if you do, you'll +be suspected of breaking and entering or something... or some nut will shoot +you thinking youre a maniac. + +What to wear +------------ + + Black. I think thats obvious. Also don't wear any stupid buckles that jingle +or any lumnous junk. + +Techniques +---------- + + 1 - I call this the flicker technique. Its used for those shutters that this +girl I described up there had - horizontal venesion blinds. what ya do is very +quickly move your head back and forth wherever the slightest crack is. You'll +see a little flickering, which reminds me of the animation in Defender, but +you'll see her nice 'n easy. If not for this, then I wouldn't have seen the +lips I saw today. + + 2 - The mirror effect. For high or hard to reach places, or rooms that are so +open that the girl would see you very easily if you passed, bring a mirror. +That way you can stant right next or right under it, and you can aim the mirror +right at the middle of her thighs. (ahhh) + + 3 - Binocular effect. Something nice to so is take a pair of strong bino's +(35x7 will do) and hide behind the bushed across a window overlooking a +street... if the windows too high, all you might see is the upper body, but if +she's a Dolly Parton, then its a View to a Kill. + + 4 - The submarine effect uses a device which is called somthing I forgot the +name of. It's to see around corners, and is very nice to have when you need to +get through a tough secuity (a dog or lots of open lights with mean looking +6'ers in 'em) + + BONUS IDEA: for the girl next door if you should be so lucky to have one, use +a Cds Photocell (Radio Shack part 276- 116) hooked up to some buzzer, so that +when her lights go on, it'll notify you. (It works beautiful for me!) + +- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + + So I suggest you scan your backyards around the house for nice looking +women... hmmm... remember, if she doesn't know your looking, I've gotten off +on girls as young as 9, and as old as 40 !!!!!! Hehehe... ok, so I want cunt, +and i'll think I'll go get it, but please. Any information about being a +peeping tom you have, make a T-file about it, cause I know lots of people that +go out to view pussy lips while cat-fur is on the run. + + bye, and remember - everybody does it, but nobody'll admit it unless you do +first, and if they don't, its easy to turn them into a real Tom, and you can go +on pussy hunts! + +- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/penthse.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/penthse.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dd517c6d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/penthse.txt @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +For those who are interested in adult-oriented BBS'ing, particularly +with live chatting, I have just discovered a new adult online service +from PENTHOUSE MAGAZINE that is pretty interesting. Although the +service is not free, it is not expensive if you don't go overboard, +and it is available in most large cities through a local access +number. 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Type "PET" (without the quotes) when you first access Minitel + to get to PETLINE. + +PETLINE is an adult service only for those 18 and older. It's +discreet and it's available NOW! PETLINE runs on "MINITEL", an +exciting graphics-based formar that allows most PC owners to use this +graphics based service. + + + + TGC Adult BBS 812-284-1321/5465 14.4 HST \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/personal.per b/textfiles.com/sex/personal.per new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ddfb157e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/personal.per @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ + Personals + +S/W/C/M 21 +I like sports, music, reading, and all sorts of fun things, +dancing romantic talks and walks and dining out. Also I am +looking for a girl who likes the same things as I do. She +should be slim, petite 5'4"-5'6" and have similar interests +Leave mail to Goo Goo #51 ( Horse Feathers BBS 654-9338 ) + + -------------------------------- + +I am a single male 5'9" with jet black short hair. I like music of all kinds, +especially classical and rock, along the lines of NewOrder, Joy Division, +Bauhaus, Floyd, Led Zep, George Winston (pianist), Genesis, Spyrogyra, Bach, +Brahms, Alphaville, Yaz, Erasure and Peter Schilling. I'm about 20 ( I would +not like to reveal my true age) and I am a great conversationalist. I make a +considerable amount of money and I am looking for that special someone to +share my intimate moments. I'm not into that macho stuff or that obviously +shallow attempts at sensitivity. I like to be spontaneous and occasionally +wild. I am not bad looking. So, if you are looking for a true love type +deal, E-mail me. (Female responses only please) (Although I have nothing +against homosexuality, I am not one myself). +Send Mail to Shohei Kuga #96 (Horse Feathers BBS 654-9338) + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.1 b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b4de19d8 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.1 differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.2 b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.2 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..60d3c921 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.2 differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.3 b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.3 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6cb17d33 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.3 differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.4 b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.4 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..65c20916 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/pervert.lbry.4 differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom2.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..bd1b00d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ + + POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD! + POD! 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My cunt is usually pretty red +and sore by then, for good reason; I usually fuck about ten tricks a day. + Why do I do it? I'm blonde, nineteen years old, and sexy enough to make the +other girls on Santa Monica jealous enough to spit. Some of my tricks drive +Mercedes and Ferraris; every night I get offers from men who want to take me +away from "the life," to put up me up as a concubine in some swank Malibu cliff +house. I always turn them down. + The reason I'm a street hooker, you see, is that I love to ruck. I've been +busted more times than I can count, and I know my probation officer has me +listed as an SD12, which is the penal code number for sexual deviant. I know +I'm a nymphomaniac, and I don't care. I could never shack up with just one +man, no matter how rich he was. I'd spend the whole day playing with my pussy +and thinking about getting fucked. + My parents are nice, regular people with a tract house in the San Fernando +Valley. My dad finally kicked me out a year ago, and I can't blame him. The +last straw was when I invited the local football team home to take me, two at a +time. That was before I realized I could get paid for doing what I was giving +up for free! + I've always been this horny. I can remember rushing home to look at my pussy +in the mirror and spend the whole day playing with it, even when I was letting +guys bang me every week. Most vice cops agree that some girls are just born to +be whores. Well, that's me. + As a hooker, I get all the fucking I need. Not all the guys who pull up to +my curb are old and ugly; some of my tricks are handsome young guys, who just +want to squirt a nice load of cum before they go back to their girlfriends. +That's fine with me. I spread my legs for Latins, Anglos, Blacks, Orientals, +everybody. Soem of the working girls don't like fucking the local Marines, +because the young guys want too much for their fifty bucks. That's why the +Marines are my favorites! The only thing I don't like about my job is how much +dick-sucking I have to do. My pussy is what gets wet and swollen, not my +mouth! I also love fucking so much, sometimes I almost forget it's how I make +my living and forget to take the money! I'm writing this letter after a full +day on Santa Minica. I had eight tricks today, and my cunt's pretty sore. The +thing is, I know I'm going to be hornier than ever tomorrow. I like being a +hooker and I don't want to be cured! + + +EOF 7/5/89 + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom3.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom3.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f2241388 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,92 @@ + + POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD! + POD! POD! + POD! THE PERVERTS OF DOOM! present: POD! + POD! POD! + POD! POD! + POD! The Perverts Library #3 POD! + POD! ----------------------- POD! + POD! "Jism Baptism" POD! + POD! 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She wore shorts and a halter, but I had never +been so close to a woman showing so much skin. She had tits like cantaloupes, +and her nipples showed dark through her flimsy bra. Her shorts snugged up into +the cleft vee of her cunt. She must have been forty, but her bare legs and +blonde hair blinded me to her age. + + "Jeez," she said, shocking me with this blasphemy, "ain't you ever seen +a woman before?" + + Then she shocked me more by sliding her eyes to the hard bulge and +seeping stain in my jeans. I tried to cover my shame, but she grabbed my hands +and pulled me inside. I found myself pressing against her, and in one +convulsive twitch, my cock spurted its long-denied load into my pants. + + I rubbed against her, shooting still more, and she rubbed back. She +plastered her mouth to my lips and forced them open for her snaking tongue. + + "Was it good for you?" she asked. Too innocent ot understand her +sarcasm, I nodded eargerly, and she laughed. + + Then guilt crushed me. How could I explain the mess in my pants when +Mom washed them? As if reading my mind, the woman insisted that I let her put +them in the washer. Terrified, I clutched my belt. + + "Okay, I'll show you mine, and you show me yours," she giggled, and she +shucked her bra and shorts as if she had never heard of shame. My eyes roved +hungrily over her naked tits, her dark-furred cunt. + + She pusshed me down in a chair and wrestled my soggy pants off. Then +she knelt in front of me and licked the spilt cum off my cock. It rose right +up again under her avid tongue, while I reached out to squeeze her huge +breasts. Then she wriggled into my lap, facing me, and for the first time I +knew the feeling of a snug, wet cunt on my prick. + + Her cunt swallowed my cock all the way down to my balls while I sucked +on each of her tits in turn. I squirmed and shoved up while she pumped up and +down, and soon her big ass was slapping noisily on my thighs while her cunt +sucked my cock with noisy gusto. I thought I was hurting her when she started +to come, she screamed so much, but she made me fuck her even harder and faster. +I did some yelling of my own when I spurted a second tingling load into her +pussy. + + I made up for lost time that day, fucking her five or six times before +I even asked who she was. It turned out she was the sister of the lady whose +lawn I was supposed to be mowing, on a visit from New York. Mom had spoken of +this sister as "a wanton harlot" becuase she'd been divoreced. + +q I've had plenty of girls since then, and younger ones, but that first +time with a woman old enough to be my mother, was by far the best! + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- +That's it. Of course, you must all realize, it's just a story. I, Leper +Penis, lost my virginity at age 10 to my babysitter. But that's another story. + I'll also have to tell ya'll about what my dog and I do when my parents are +away, sometime. + +EOF 7/5/89 + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom4.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom4.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f6a909ee --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/pervertsofdoom4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ + + POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD! + POD! POD! + POD! THE PERVERTS OF DOOM! present: POD! + POD! POD! + POD! POD! + POD! The Perverts' Library #4 POD! + POD! ------------------------ POD! + POD! "Loading Zone" POD! + POD! POD! + POD! by LEPER PENIS POD! + POD! 9/15/91 POD! + POD! POD#004 POD! + POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD!POD! + + + About a month ago, I went for a walk at my college. As I walked along, I +suddenly felt an urge to take a shit. So go I did-straight to the campus where +I might be seen should an "accident" happen! Pretty soon, I saw a couple of +girlies sitting on a campus bench and the pressure in my bowels was tremendous +by then. So, as I approached them, I relaxed my sphincter muscles and felt the +ecstatic sensation of a large volume of soft, warm mess filling the seat and +crotch of my underwear. I had really filled my pants and after passing the +girls, I heard one of them say, "Look! He's messed in his pants!" + + After a few more steps, i looked over my shoulder and both of them were +staring with open mouths. I smiled, winked and continued my delightful, +squishy stroll. I got back to my car and got in. Oh! What a feeling! +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Yeah, we're back. POD! in full effect, '91. Bringing you nothing but the +coolest real-life sex-text ever. 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I'm Big Brother. I've been watching you..." + "Where have you been all my life?" + + And one that I used recently, as I was standing next to a woman looking out +the window at Rochester's first snowstorm: + + "Would you like to join me in the Bahamas next week?" + + My only defense is that it was said in a way that made it clear that I wasn't +serious and that seemed like the thing to say at the time... (She said yes, by +the way). + +"Would you like to see my Congressional Medal of Honor?" +...then, after fumbling with finding it, +"Oops! I must have left it at home." + + This can only be used in certain situations, but it worked on me: "You +shouldn't run around looking like that or one of us sex-starved young men might +attack you." This was said with a grin. I was wearing a halter top with a +blouse open over it and jeans. He didn't attack, but we ate dinner together +and were good friends through college. + + Think you can dance in those shoes? (Nice, macho line. Works best on mean +women you've seen once or twice before, instead of "Have I seen you +somewhere?") + + Ok, you can stand next to me, as long as you don't talk about the heat! +(From "Body Heat". Perfect if you've obviously gone waaay out of your way to +talk to a woman standing somewhere else.) + + Did you have a color television when you were a kid? (Flesh this out with +the old "settle an argument" trick, ask her what color Fred Flintstone's dog +Dino is. This has *never failed* to generate further conversation.) + + You're "no parking", aren't you? (Another two-parter. Explain that you're +trying to guess her sign. This is so stupid that it's almost bulletproof in +the right kind of bars.) + + Excuse me, I don't want you to think I'm ridiculous or anything, but you are +the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you. +(Then walk away!! Casual sincerity is crucial. Next time you walk by, you can +go for something mundane: "What's your name, occupation, have you lived in +fooville long, etc". This works best on well-scrubbed ex-cheerleader types.) + + The cutest one I've ever gotten (from my current girlfriend) was after our +first date. She got up and turned off the light, and then said, + + "Why don't you surprise your roommate and not come home tonight?" + + One that I'm stealing from "Red Bricks", an op-ed comic strip formerly seen +at Purdue, is: + + "What's your blood type?" + + "I'm into semiology. What's your sign?" + + My favorite lines: + + In the produce department, "How can you tell if these things are ripe?" + + At the laudromat, "How much bleach should I put in with my good suit?" + + "You don't sweat much for a fat girl." + + "Hey, doll, is this guy boring you? Try me instead! I'm from a different +planet!" -Zaphod Beeblebrox, Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. + + Once, I was in a coffee shop and while the waitress was pouring my cup of +coffee she said, "Say when." Response: "As soon as I finish this coffee." All +it got me was a nasty look. + + I liked the pick up lines used in the movie Gregory's Girl: + + "You know when you sneeze, it comes out of your nose at a hundred miles per +hour. Choo! just like that." and, "D'ya know how they make veal? They hang +babay calves upsode down and slit them from top to bottom and let the blood +drip out." + + Needless to say, both were useless. + + We musn't forget the one used by Les Nessman in WKRP: "Hi, I'm incredibly +rich." + + Well, ok, I'll tell a story on myself. I once had a lover confide to me that +she had had many men tell her that she had a beautiful smile, but that I was +the first to tell her she had a "terrific grin". I guess it worked! + +overheard in a rural bar: + "Hey, I know you! You were Miss Ohio last year, weren't you?" + +overheard on a NYC street: + "Wow, I like your jeans. Did you design them yourself?" + + +"What a lovely dog! Does it have a phone?" + + + The next one maybe doesn't qualify, except as a counterexample. College +cafeteria, enormeously long tables with benches for seating 40 on each side. +Girl alone at one end of bench, no one else sitting at either side of the +table. Prospective picker upper(?) approches, carrying tray with lunch. +-"Excuse me, is this seat free?" Girl looks slowly over him, from head to toe, +waits till he's almost ready to put tray down. -"No." Girl lowers her eyes +back into book. + + +"Lie down; I think I love you." + +"Want to go to my place for some data? 1600 BPI -- the good stuff!" + +Gee, you look like my sister + +For example, if you are italian, you would say: + +Want a little italian in you? + +Holds true for whatever ethnic group you belong to. + +'Course there's always "Your face or mine?" + +What's a nice girl like you doing on a face like this? + + We at the NA40 Institue for Advanced Research in Pop Culture have come up +with the following classick lines: + +If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? +I can sense that you're a terrific lover, and it intimidates me a little. +Let's have breakfast together; shall I call you or nudge you? +If I weren't so romantic, I'd shoot you. +I can't help noticing that you left your peas. + +The first time I saw you, I could sense that there was a strong emotional + bond between the two of us. + +Isn't my father your tax attorney? +I bet you have delicious thighs. +If you went swimming with me, I'd lick you dry. +Do you believe in love at first sight? How about the synchronocity of +multiple orgasms? + +You've got the bluest eyes I've ever seen. +My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love. [from the forthcoming album] + +My friend and I have a fifty-cent bet that you won't take off your blouse in a + public place. + +I only have a month to live, and I feel like I've never really lived before. +My appendix is about to burst, would you drive me to the hospital? + + I've just received government funding for a four-hour expedition to find your +G-spot. + +Not only am I rude and tasteless and trying to get you into bed, but I'm also + being paid for it. + +Can you believe that just a few hours ago we'd never even been to bed together? +Have you ever had sex underwater? +You look remarkably like our gardener. +Shall I wait for you in my car or will the closet suffice? +I know a great way to burn off the 300 calories in that pastry you just ate. + +I'm learning Latin; would you like to come home with me and help me practice + oral declinsions? + + +Nothing you've ever done before counts. The only thing that matters now is + that we're together. + +I've been slightly depressed ever since my vasectomy. +Do you wanna fuck or do you have herpes? +You look nice and clean. +You've got nice tits; wanna fuck? +Alex Stein +Dave Niguidula +Eric Wolf +Bill Petty +Becca Clark + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pj.spa b/textfiles.com/sex/pj.spa new file mode 100644 index 00000000..fdc003f8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/pj.spa @@ -0,0 +1,197 @@ + Up to alt.sex.moves Home Page + + Back to list of biographies + + + +P.J. SPARX BIOGRAPHY Last Update: Sat Jun 11, 1994 +============================================================================= + In the listing below, question marks indicate where the information + shown has not been confirmed. If you have any more information, + please send it to me so that I might keep the list updated and + correct. If you wish to redistribute this list, feel free to do + so but please leave my name intact so that I might be credited + with all the hard work that has gone into it. Thanks to those who + have provided additional information. Especially Peter van Aarel + who provided the original. + + Dan Abend (abend@cis.ohio-state.edu) "The Bio Keeper" + Email abend@cis.ohio-state.edu with the subject abserver-request +============================================================================= +BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION +============================================================================= +Stage Name : P.J. Sparx (PJ Sparxx, PJ Sparks, PJ Kerrington, PeeJee) +Real Name : +Birthdate : February 11, 1968 +Measurements: 34-23-34 [Video Vixens 2, 1993] +Hair : Blonde +Fan Club : 421 North Rodeo Drive #15177 + Beverly Hills, CA 90210 + ($20 to join; fan mail is welcome) + +As her career continued, it became apparent that PJ was concerned about +sexually transmitted diseases. Her plethora of bareback heterosexual scenes +became mixed with comdom use and finally, it appears she will only do +girl/girl scenes. + +============================================================================= +ADULT FILMS +Title Distributor-Director Year Role Scene +============================================================================= +69th Street Visual 93 ( ) +Adam & Eve's Guide to a G-Spot Orgasm Adam&Eve ( ) +Adventures of Mikki Finn, the Caballero-JackRemy 91 (1) +Alone Bedtime 93 ( ) +?Anal Adventures of the Butt Sisters Midnight 93 ( ) +Anal Climax Rosebud-RexBorsky 91 ( ) +Anal Encounters 4:Tales From the Crack VCA-WilliamBlack 91 (1) +Anal Encounters 5:Deliveries in Rear VCA-WilliamBlack 92 ( ) +Anal Encounters 6 VCA-WilliamBlack 92 ( ) +Anal Encounters 8 VCA-WilliamBlack 92 (1) +Anal Madness ?-RexBorsky 92 ( ) +Anal Revolution Rosebud-RexBorsky 91 (1) 3 +Back to Melrose Place Heatwave-StuartCanterbury 93 ( ) +Backdoor to Cannes VCA-StuartCanterbury 93 ( ) +Backdoor to Russia 1 VCA-AWest 93 ( ) +Backdoor to Russia 2 VCA-AWest 93 ( ) +Backing In 4 WV-RobertMcCallum 93 ( ) +Backside Out: Sun Bunnies 2 SinCity-CBdeMille 92 ( ) +Bad News Brat Vivid-PaulThomas 91 ( ) +Balling Instinct Factory 93 ( ) +Bare Market VCA-JohnLeslie 93 (1) L +Bite!: The First Blood Legend-ScottyFox 91 (2) ,L +Blazing Boners ? 92 ( ) +Blond in a Cage Factory 93 ( ) +Blue Bayou VCA-StuartCanterbury 93 (1) L +Blue Fox Vivid-NancyNemo 91 (1) +Body Work Intropics-StuartCanterbury93 ( ) +Bubbles ?-AnthonySpinelli 92 ( ) +Butt Sisters Midnight-CCGoode 93 ( ) +Butties VCA 92 ( ) +Buttsizer: The King of Rears EVN-WesBrown 92 (1) L +Buttsizer 2: The King of Rears EVN-MSpinelli 92 ( ) +Carnival of Knowledge ? 92 ( ) +Chameleons: Not the Sequel VCA-JohnLeslie 92 (1) 3 +Chicks Licks and Dirty Licks Moonlight-MStone 93 ( ) +Cookies 'n Cream Moonlight-JimTravis 92 (2) L,3 +Corruption of Christina Wicked-JimEnright 93 ( ) +Crude Intropics-HenriPachard 91 (1) 3 +D.P. Man ? 92 ( ) L +D.P. Man 2 ? 92 ( ) L +Dark Obsessions Western-JourdanAlexander 93 ( ) +Dirty Little Lies VideoTeam-WEmerson 93 ( ) +Don't Bother to Knock FantaZ-JacksonStLouis 91 (2) ,3 +Double Loaded Heatwave-StuartCanterbury 93 (1) L +Eternal Idol ?-JackStephen 92 ( ) +Executive Sweets Pleasure-JaceRocker 93 ( ) +Face Sitter 2 C2C-StuartCanterbury 93 ( ) +Foreign Affairs VideoTeam 93 ( ) +Hard Ride Western-JourdanAlexander 92 (2) ,L +Heatwave Factory-StuartCanterbury 93 ( ) +Heatwave 2 Factory-StuartCanterbury 93 ( ) +Hidden Obsessions Ultimate-AndrewBlake 92 (3) L,3,3L +Hollywood Temps Zane-JourdanAlexander 93 ( ) +I Do 3: The Other Woman Vivid-PaulThomas 91 ( ) +Jamie Loves Jeff 2 Vivid-RMichaels 91 ( ) +Jennifer Ate ?-JimEnright 92 ( ) +Jugsy Xcitement-HerschelSavage 92 (1) +Juicy Treats Rosebud-RexBorski 91 ( ) +Last Good Sex FatDog 93 ( ) +Last Tango in Rio ? ( ) +Les Femmes Erotique Ultimate-AndrewBlake 93 ( ) +Lesbian Dating Game Lipstick 93 ( ) +Lust Crimes Western 92 ( ) +Manbait VCA-GerardDamiano 91 (1) +Masquerade SinCity-CBriggs 92 ( ) +Merry Widows VCA-TPaine 93 ( ) +Midsummer Love Story Western-JourdanAlexander 93 ( ) +Muffy the Vampire Layer ? 92 ( ) +New Wave Hookers 3 VCA-DarkBrothers 93 (1) 4 +Night Fire ?-JackStephen 92 ( ) +No Fly Zone Legend-FrankMarino 93 ( ) +On Trial 3: Takin' it to the Jury Vivid-PaulThomas 92 (1) +Oral Majority 10 Western-RobertMcCallum 93 ( ) +Original Wicked Woman, the Wicked-JimEnright 93 (1) L +Passages 4: Success Vivid-PaulThomas 91 ( ) +Pink Pussycat, the Caballero-DuckDumont 92 (2) 3, +Pussy Man 4: The Celebration Snatch-FrankMarino 94 ( ) +Radical Affairs 1 Moonlight 92 ( ) +Radical Affairs 2 Moonlight-MarkStone 92 (1) 3 +Revenge of the Butt Sisters KBeech 93 ( ) +Rocket Girls VCA-StuartCanterbury 93 (1) +Secret Garden, the Xcitement-MichaelZen 92 (1) +Secret Garden 2, the Xcitement-MichaelZen 92 ( ) +Sensual Exposure Ultimate-AndrewBlake 93 ( ) +Sex Vivid-PaulThomas 93 ( ) +Sex 2 Vivid-PaulThomas 93 ( ) +Sex Stories VCA-JourdanAlexander 93 (1) +Sex Wish ? 92 ( ) +Sexual Instinct Dreamland-EricEdwards 92 (2) L, +Sexual Limits, the VCA-HerschelSavage 92 (1) +Sharon Starlet Vidmax 93 ( ) +Sinderella Vivid-PaulThomas 92 (1) +Single White Nympho ? 92 ( ) +Sleeping with Emily ?-ScottyFox 91 ( ) +Southern Comfort CDI-JackStephen 91 (1) +Sparxx Midnight-FrankMarino 93 ( ) +Sparxx Plug Heatwave 93 ( ) +Spread Sheets 1 Dreamland 93 (1) +Spring Break ? 92 ( ) +Steamy Windows Vivid-PaulThomas 93 ( ) +Stepsister: Sinderella 2 Vivid-PaulThomas 92 (2) +Stocking Stuffers ? 92 ( ) +Sunrise Mystery FatDog-DuckDumont 92 ( ) +Superstars of Sex: PJ Sparxx Adam&Eve (c) +Taboo 9 Intropics-AlexDeRenzy 91 ( ) +Talk Dirty to Me 8 ? 91 ( ) +Three Wives VideoTeam-WesEmerson 93 (2) 3,L +Tickled Pink Legend-FrankMarino 93 ( ) +To the Rear VCA-WilliamBlack 93 ( ) +Vow of Passion Vivid-GloriaLeonard 91 (1) +Waterbabies C2C-JimEnright 92 (2) 3L, +Wet Sex 5 ? 92 ( ) A +Where There's Sparxx There's Fire ?-MiltonIngley 91 ( ) +Wild and Wicked 3 VideoTeam-HaroldLime 93 (1) C +X-TV ? 92 ( ) +You Bet Your Butt ? 92 ( ) +(116 total) + +Scene Key: + 3-Threesome A-Anal C-Condom L-Lesbian + +Role Key: + (s)-starring role + (f)-featured (more than 1 scene but not main star) + (#)-number of scenes containing this star in the entire film + (c)-compilation of scenes by this star + (q)-quickie in which this star appears in one scene + (l)-loop of scene from another film used in a compilation + +============================================================================= +ADULT MAGAZINES +Magazine Date/Issue Description +============================================================================= +Prude #30 + + A - Article I - Interview "Article Title" + C - Cover P - Pictorial _Film Title_ + F - Centerfold R - Movie Review + # - Number of photos [# Pictures/# Pages] + +============================================================================= +MAINSTREAM FILMS Distributor +Title /Director Description +============================================================================= +Mirror Images 2 The gift a guy gives his girl + +============================================================================= +TRADING CARDS +============================================================================= +1992 Video Vixens #40 Measurements: 34-23-34 Birthdate: February 11 +1993 Hot Shots Girls, Girls, Girls #3 +1993 Video Vixens 2 #80: Checklist #5 +1993 Video Vixens 2 P1 promo card +1994 Superstars of Porn Series 5 #87 + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/playboy.l1 b/textfiles.com/sex/playboy.l1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5368e294 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/playboy.l1 @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +------------------------------------------------------------------- +May 1960 Ginger Young +Jul 1960 Teddi Smith +Sep 1960 Ann Davis Oct 1960 Kathy 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I regret to +inform you that we will be unable to use your body in our centerfold. On +a scale of one to ten, your body was rated a minus two by a panel of women +ranging in age from 60 to 75 years. We tried to assemble a panel in the +age bracket of 25 to 35 years, but we could not get them to stop laughing +long enough to reach a decision. Should the taste of the American woman +ever change so drastically that bodies such as yours would be appropriate +in our magazine, you will be notified by this office. Please, don't call us. +Sympathetically, +Amanda L. Smith +P.S. We also want to commend you for your unusual pose. Were you wounded +in the war, or do you ride your bike a lot? + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/polyamor.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/polyamor.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f5b3cf58 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/polyamor.txt @@ -0,0 +1,858 @@ +From: noring@netcom.com (Jon Noring) +Subject: My File on Polyamory (LONG) +Message-ID: <1993Jan21.212015.21161@netcom.com> +Organization: Netcom Online Communications Services (408-241-9760 login: guest) +Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 21:20:15 GMT +Lines: 853 + +[From one of my e-mail friends:] + +>So, Jon, tell me about polyamory... + +I am both happy and apprehensive that you ask me about that. It is a very +controversial area, and so whenever I talk about it, I am opening myself +up to judgement. Other polyamorous people who are "out" have said that this +lifestyle option is right now at the same place in the public eye that +gay/lesbian/bi people were viewed several decades ago. + +Essentially, polyamory is a lifestyle option where a person maintains/allows/ +pursues simultaneous multiple intimate/romantic relationships. It is the +opposite of monogamy, which states that a person *should* have only ONE lover +at a time (and until recently it was defined strictly in the context of +marriage). Monogamy is so ingrained in our culture that it is just assumed. +Even discussing polyamory to some people literally blows their circuits since +they can't even imagine anything else. + +There are different variations of polyamory. For example, some believe it is +o.k. only in a group marriage context. Others, like me, are more loose and +relaxed about it and can keep it outside of a marital definition. + +Following is my PolyFile (tm), which answers lots of questions and concerns +about this lifestyle option. I'm sure already you have thought of objections +to polyamory, and may even feel uneasy about it. For example, the aspect of +jealousy comes up often in discussions about polyamory. You're probably also +thinking (with associated strong feelings) whether or not you'd allow your SO +(current or future as the case may be) to have other lovers while you are +intimate with your SO. The words and concepts of 'committment' and 'fidelity' +also come up often in discussions about polyamory. + + +So, without further ado, here's my PolyFile (tm). Enjoy. + +Jon Noring + + + +*************************************************************************** +This is assembled from many posts and e-mail to Internet and elsewhere the +last two years. No particular order. Where thought appropriate, some +names were changed and identifiers removed to protect the guilty, I mean +the innocent. :^) :^) :^) +*************************************************************************** + +*I* think poly can be learned. My wife learned that it is possible to love +many people and that's it's possible for me to love many people without +hurting our relationship or the love we have for each other. She used to +be extremely jealous of me spending any time with other women... even if I +was only talking to them. Through discussion, we learned that her concern +was based on her low self-esteem. In a sense, she couldn't understand how +I could not want to leave her to be with another woman, especially if she +felt that the other woman had more to offer than her. + +The other problem is that she equated love with sex and sex as being love. +If another woman and I danced sensually, she would figure that I wanted to +have sex with her and therefore I must be in love with her. She could +never believe that I didn't get turned on dancing sensually with other +woman. It didn't fit into her understanding of relationships. This was +mostly due to her strict Christian upbringing that told her that sex and +love are the same thing. + +How did we resolve it? Through lots of talking. Most of the jealousy had +disappeared by the time we were married. The sex=love thing disappeared +(along with the rest of the jealousy) when she had her first affair. I do +not recommend this as an appropriate way of resolving the mono/poly problem, +but it is what worked for us. And we have been extremely happy ever since. :) + +Brad Booth + +*************************************************************************** + +>Just from the statistics of the situation, and the lack of further information +>in the original post, Mr. Hulick is probably correct in his ASSUMPTION that +>the gentleman who posted the original ad is in a "closed" marriage. However, +>what would you say if it was further stated in the ad that his marriage were +>"open" by mutual agreement of both partners? + +It sounds to me as though Tom is describing the essential element of a social +contract: the fact that it is voluntarily entered into by two competent people. I've always thought marriages would work out much better +If there was less talk of 'commitment', 'vows' and 'promises' and more about +the voluntary nature of the interaction and the fact that needs change and +fluctuate. + +The idea that anyone can 'vow' to stay with another for the rest of their +lives is ludicrous. If one is changing and growing, his/her companionship +needs will change also. + +It is not only possible to love many people in our lifetimes, it is impossible +not to have a number of connections, at varying levels of intensity. + +My marriage was open and when it was time to end it, we ended it. On that +level at least, it was honest from the very beginning. Monogamy is probably a +carryover from old Judeo-Christian theology and is used for the purpose of +control. + +The key element to any successful relationship is that understanding of +individual liberty. We all have the right to design any sort of contract we +choose. If it harm none, do as ye will. + +reykja + +****************************************************************************** + +In article (Reykja Sigurdsson) writes: + +>It sounds to me as though Tom is desribing the essential element of a social +>contract: the fact that it is voluntarily entered into by two competent +>people. I've always thought marriages would work out much better if there +>was less talk of 'commitment', 'vows' and 'promises' and more about the +>voluntary nature of the interaction and the fact that needs change and +>fluctuate. + +I very much agree with this. And very well put, Reykja. + +And I would add that any social contract, such as marriage (I agree with +Reykja that marriage is essentially a contract) should be renegotiated with +different terms if both people agree to the change. The idea (imposed by +society) that the terms of marriage have to be a certain way forever is, to +put it mildly, not very pragmatic nor workable for most people. People +change, needs change, even society changes, so the marriage contract needs +to be very flexible, even with respect to the expression of sexuality. + + +>The idea that anyone can 'vow' to stay with another for the rest of their +>lives is ludicrous. If one is changing and growing, his/her companionship +>needs will change also. +> +>It is not only possible to love many people in our lifetimes, it is +>impossible not to have a number of connections, at varying levels of +>intensity. +> +>My marriage was open and when it was time to end it, we ended it. On that +>level at least, it was honest from the very beginning. Monogamy is probably +>a carryover from old Judeo-Christian theology and is used for the purpose of +>control. +> +>The key element to any successful relationship is that understanding of +>individual liberty. We all have the right to design any sort of contract we +>choose. If it harm none, do as ye will. + +S.I. Hayakawa once said (my paraphrase - can't remember the exact quote): +"Society is nothing more than the sum total of all mutual agreements between +individuals." When viewed in that light, we realize that to change society +(maybe to solve some pressing problem), we need to understand the dynamics of +social contracts between individuals. For example, most view that the high +divorce rate is symptomatic of something wrong in our society, and there are +many theories as to why this is so. Maybe the fundamental reason is that the +marriage contract is so imposed on people by social and religious pressure to +the extent that the terms are not necessarily the best for the particular +physical, emotional and spiritual needs of the two individuals entering into +the marriage, nor does this default, socially imposed contract take into +account that people, circumstances and society itself change over time. + +Jon Noring + +************************************************************************** + +I thought I'd comment on Jeffrey's message (hi, Jeffrey) because it raises +some good questions and sets the stage for a point I want to make. There's +been a great deal of discussion recently about definitions: what is and isn't +polyamory. Jeffrey is having a happy relationship with two women and faces +these issues: + +>Now I am faced with the task of explaining this relationship to [people] ... +>I am perfectly happy to just live the way I have been and not define what +>I am doing, but I must answer those that I care about when they ask. + +Nope. You don't have to explain yourself at all, or answer to anyone. You're +happy. Your feelings require no justification. It's a mistake to try to +reconcile what you feel with a social classification, because the +classification may not really suit you. You start with your feelings, +understand them and be comfortable with them. You, your feeling, and the +people you care about are the important things. You're getting in this +unnatural, inverted position of trying to explain yourself. You don't have +to explain yourself to the world. You just are, and your relationship just +is. If other people want to understand it, then you try to explain to them +in basic terms what you feel, and that you're happy. Specifically: + +> What is Polamory vs Polyfidelity? + +They're words. Just words. Don't get lost in the jargon. If you find these +terms helpful in describing you and your love, use them. You make labels, +they don't make you. It's a mistake for everyone to argue and try to define +polyamory. It means different things to different people, just like love. +It just generally deals with loving other people. + + +>What tactics would you suggest I use when asked, 'what the hell are you +>doing (with my daughter)?' + +That's a rather rude question. The only response a question like that +deserves is "Would you please rephrase that in a less offensive way?" A +daughter isn't a car. Daughters are people. People can't be owned. They +fought a war over that 100 years ago (we won). + + +Here's how I'd deal with some specific questions: + +--> Are you seeing my daughter or this other girl? +I'm seeing them both. + +--> So you're cheating on her? +No. They both know; we're all friends and we're happy that way. + +--> Well, which one do you love? +I love them both. + +--> Which do you love more? +I don't understand the question. They're different people. How do you +measure? + +--> Why don't you commit to one of them? +Why can't I commit to both of them? + + +See? You don't have to bend over backwards to express yourself in their +terms. They may have to learn your terms to understand you. You're not the +one who doesn't understand; they have to put in the work to comprehend you. +Remember, the three of you have something that comes naturally and feels right +for you; whether or not other people get it is a secondary issue. As long as +you do what you want you'll be happy. + +David R. + +****************************************************************************** + +In article baba@samadhi.Tymnet.COM (Duane Hentrich) writes: +>In article samurai@uriel.cs.mgill.ca writes: + +>>In any event, I assure you that Psychologists would think that sex with +>>one's mother at the age of 15 is not healthy behaviour. + +>And I assure you that Psychologists(tm) find it disturbing when a father and +>son wrestle with each other on a Sunday morning in bed in pj's. I could not +>disagree with them more. I don't buy into their "authority" very much. + +Years ago, most, if not all, psychologists/psychiatrists believed that +homosexuality was not healthy, i.e., that it reflected some type of +psychological aberration that required a 'cure'. Over time this view has +substantially changed (although I'm sure there are still a few psychologists +who hold such a view in private). Though gay/lesbian/bi people still have +problems with acceptance in our society, at least the label of "mentally +aberrant" is no longer automatically applied to them by the mental health +professionals like it was in our recent past. + +Thus, by this one example, it is clear that mental-health professionals +themselves are susceptible to society's influences, paradigms and biases, +even if it flies in the face of scientific fact and objective reason. I'm +not saying that parent-child sex is therefore alright in *some* circumstances +(the original thread leading to this reply), but what I am saying is that we +have to be careful and think through very clearly before we label a certain +behavior as *always* "wrong". That is, using the argument that society says +it is wrong cannot be the *sole* reason to put the "wrong" or "aberrant" +label on certain human behavior and practices. In this case, the 60's +dictate, "Question Authority", takes on new meaning. Here, the "authority" +is the blind dictates of society. + +This leads me to change the thread and present a related topic that I have +become quite interested in because of recent personal experience, and that is +polyamory. Polyamory is the belief/practice of simultaneously having more +than one intimate, romantic/sexual relationship (not the best definition as +my friends in alt.polyamory would say, but the briefest one I could think of - +read the newsgroup alt.polyamory for a further perspective on this new way of +viewing intimate relationships.) At the present, most psychologists would +automatically assert that a person who is inclined to have more than one close +and intimate romantic/sexual relationship is somehow "imbalanced" and will +strive to "help" or "cure" such a person with the goal of assisting them to +become "monogamous" as is considered "normal". (I have a good friend who is +a very well-known psychologist in New Mexico and she basically agreed that +most psychologists view polyamory in this negative light.) + +I assert that such thinking does not come from a valid scientific or objective +basis. Rather, it comes from the extremely strong monogamous paradigm or +message that permeates throughout our society, the basis of which can be +traced to religious beliefs, tradition and custom - not necessarily the best +bases upon which to decide what is "healthy" and what is "aberrant", +particularly since our society has greatly changed in the last few decades to +a form never before seen in human history. We cannot always effectively play +a new "game" using "old rules". + +To summarize this long post and to present my belief on polyamory, I do not +believe that polyamorous feelings/practice is in any way abnormal, rather it +is normal and natural, and if properly regulated by a new set of social +"rules" to insure that it is not abused (it seems that almost everything we do, +even eating, is governed by social rules to prevent some type of abuse), that +polyamory can be a very happy and fulfilling lifestyle for those who are +inclined that way. + +I'll be interested in getting further perspectives on this. + +Jon Noring + +(BTW, I'm cross-posting this to sci.psychology in order to get the opinions of +mental-health professionals (I am not one) on the topic of polyamory. Of +course, I am willing to look closely at a different opinion by experts in the +field and could even be persuaded to change my opinions provided the arguments +are well-reasoned and compelling. Though everyone has a right to their +opinion, I cannot personally accept as valid any argument whose *sole* +underlying basis is "because society says so" for the reasons I cite above. +Such an argument - one could call it "circular reasoning" - is used strictly +for social control and conformity to the old ways of doing things and by its +nature is hostile to looking at innovative ways to improve or engineer our +society to bring more happiness and benefit to all.) + +****************************************************************************** + +Date: Wed, 26 Aug 92 17:30:21 CDT +From: [removed to maintain privacy] +Subject: Re: Polyamory (was Re: Adults, Children and sex) (LONG) + +In article noring@netcom.com writes: + +>To summarize this long post and to present my belief on polyamory, I do not +>believe that polyamorous feelings/practice is in any way abnormal, rather it +>is normal and natural, and if properly regulated by a new set of social +>"rules" to insure that it is not abused (it seems that almost everything we do, +>even eating, is governed by social rules to prevent some type of abuse), that +>polyamory can be a very happy and fulfilling lifestyle for those who are +>inclined that way. + +I couldn't agree more. I've always intellectually held these beliefs, but for +a long time I had wondered how I would react if I were to experience such a +thing first-hand. As a result of a recent relationship with someone who is +polyamorous, I now know that such things don't really matter to me. All that +matters is how much I love the person. + +As for the question "could I be polyamorous?", I think the answer is "yes", +but I don't expect to really know for a while (women I'm interested in are +few and far between -- and *all* of the people involved in a set of +polyamorous relationships need to have very good self-esteem). + +Lee + +****************************************************************************** + +Marky writes: + +>[Story of talking with a class about his poly relationships and how much +> opposition he got] +> +>I had one student come up afterward and thank me for sharing. Only one. :( +>I was truly amazed at the lack of acceptance. I can only hope that in the +>end love will prevail... + +It doesn't surprise me all that much. The acceptance of poly style +relationships is VERY low in this society. I can remember a program on poly +relationships on Donahue where the audience was almost universally hostile to +the guests on the show. And this was basically the same group of people who +on previous shows had been fairly receptive to strippers and prostitutes +(ever notice how people are more accepting of "deviant" sexuality when there's +monetary exchanges involved?) + +One particular exchange during this program brought home to me just how little +understanding there is of the poly lifestyle there is in society: three of the +guests were a FMF triad. A female audience member asked one of the women, +"doesn't it bother you when you can hear your husband enjoying himself with +another women?" And the woman responded, "No, I get turned on by it." + +The woman from the audience had this look of total shock and surprise on her +face. You could tell that never in a million years would it have ever occured +to her that someone could respond that way. + +This is how wide the gap really is. + +Chris Andersen + +***************************************************************************** + +Date: Sun, 30 Aug 92 15:34:21 EDT +From: [removed to maintain privacy] +Subject: Re: Polyamory (was Re: Adults, Children and sex) (LONG) + +Bravo on a great article. + +I am currently living with 2 psychologists, and Boy oh Boy are they having +fun talking to me about polyamory. They just don't get it. The strangest +thing, to me, is that they are a lesbian couple and so should have a basis +for understanding that discrimination based on sexuality can and does apply +to things that are not abberrant or unhealthy. Sigh. + +Jennifer + +**************************************************************************** + +In article (Greg Connor) writes: + +>Do you usually find that you have one BIG relationship where all partners +>have open communication lines to all other partners? Or do you have a +>collection of twosomes with partners dividing their time (for example XY and +>XZ spend time together, but Y&Z barely know each other)? For those of you +>who have had BOTH kinds, which do you like better? Which do you find more +>stable? + +The above questions triggered some thinking about past poly relationships that +my wife and I have had. Usually, any involvement has been started by my wife +and eventually the person has joined my wife and my relationship, but this +has mostly occured on a friendship level. It has been very stable and very +enjoyable for everyone involved. + +Recently though, my wife has become seriously involved with another woman. I +have not met her yet, but I'm beginning to think that they are falling in love. +This is not the standard friendship that we've seen in the past and has been +forcing us to rethink and re-evaluate our relationship (in a good way). I +guess to answer your question: I'm finding that the circumstances really +dictate how the relationship will evolve... and talking about it helps. + + +>Another (possibly naive) question: Do you usually find in your relationships +>that there are 'dominant' pairings, and that one person may be more important +>to you, (possibly the partner you have been with longest)? + +My wife and I have been the dominant pairing, but mainly due to the fact that +we live together. If we weren't married or didn't live/sleep together, then +the dominant pairing may be different. Again, circumstances have dictated this. + + +>Or do you feel that favoring one partner over the other would be unfair? + +This is an interesting question... my wife has been feeling that she has been +favouring her lover over me. She feels that this is unfair to me, yet I have +no problems with this. I know that the two of them are early in their relation- +ship and (like all new couples) need more time to become familiar with each +other. This can cause a lot of stress if the other person feels ignored. I've +tried to step back and be more a friend than a husband... hopefully this will +ease her concerns and permit her relationship to grow with her lover. + +Brad Booth + +**************************************************************************** + +This post came to me, literally, in a dream. + +>[From talk show] +> +>Janice: Because my feeling is that by him being very close, sex is a sign, +>I feel, at least with us, of being, um... intimacy and attachment to another +>person, a sense of closeness to another person. And we are so close that as +>he has that with somebody else that person in some way is close to me, is +>brought into our relationship. +> +>Charles: Let me see if I can help out a little bit. The reason I care +>is, for me, bisexuality is primarily emotional fulfillment, and I need +>or desire close emotional attachment to both men and women. And for +>Janice to be emotionally close to somebody that I don't know is scary. +>I mean, what is it about this person that she likes, what is it that's +>interesting, what is it that's attractive about them? So I want to know +>this person and I want to feel like this is a good person that's +>somebody I like as well. +> +>Geraldo: Does that sound real to you, or does it sound like just words +>to justify extramarital affairs? +> +>UAM 2(F): It sounds like words to me, because I really don't understand. +> +>UAM 4(F): But Why do you have to go out to someone else? +> +>Charles and Janice (simultaneously): We don't have to. +> +>UAM 4(F): So why do you do it? +> +>Charles: Because we like to. +> +>UAM 4(F): You guys, I don't understand you.... + + +These two incidents stuck out in my mind to the point where I was dreaming +them, over and over and over. I mean, after all, what is the objection the +audience has over doing "what you like to?" Notice the "Are these just words +to justify extramarital affairs?" Justify to WHO? The audience? Why the +f*ck do they need justification? To their partner? That's _obviously_ not +the case, they're perfectly happy. + +Over and over I see that phrase, "I don't understand you." + +Help me, folks. Am I missing something? + +What's not to understand? + +Elf !!! + +**************************************************************************** + +I've been following this thread with some interest, wondering exactly how I +was going to make my comment. You see, I've agreed in part at least with just +about everything that's been said so far. + +If I was into partitioning and pigeon-holing, I could say I can partition +people into the following groups : + + people I have met but know nothing about + people I have known casually + people I'm friends with + people I'm close friends with + people I love + people I'm in love with + +BTW - the ordering of the above groups is not meant to suggest a hierarchy of +importance or value. + +Now, over the years I have had sex with at least one person in each of the +categories above. I certainly have developed preferences out of that list in +terms of who I like having sex with, but nothing's engraved in stone. For +that matter, I can also identify at least one person in each of those +categories that I *haven't* had sex with. + +In terms of the three categories of Polyness that were in the original post in +this thread, I'm a mixture of all three. I've had sleep-together friends. +I've had secondary love interests. I've been in multiple long-term committed +in-love relationships. + +I remember when I was a lot younger and still strugling to separate sex, love +and being in love. I felt guilty whenever I had sex without being in love. I +often confused loving someone with being in love with them. + +Now that I've evolved a bit since then, life's a lot more relaxed. A +relationship is too complicated a thing to try to form mechanical rules about. +Thanks to the Poly relationship I'm in, I know that no combination of sex, +love, and being in love is going to be "legislated" against. + +The essence of being Poly for me is that I insist that each relationship is +dealt with purely on its own merits. Of course there may be some times or +situations where different relationships may begin to affect each other; but +that's dealt with as it happens. + +Brian Arthur can tell us that the Rede of the Goddess is "Do as thou wilt, +'an it harm none" (or something close to that, anyway 8->). It's a good +motto for polyamory. + +I suppose I can accept that many people (for whatever reason) seem to find +some combinations of sex, love, and being in love appropriate, and others +not. Fine, I guess - but make sure you're not doing yourself out of a +perfectly fine situation for anything less than a good reason. Sex is good. +Love is good. Being in love is good. All of these are good on their own, even +if (as I think) they're usually better combined. + +Sorry if I'm treading on anyone's toes. I guess I've wandered off the thread +a bit here. Back to your regularly scheduled programming. 8-> + +Joe Woodhouse + +****************************************************************************** + +Outside of religious constraints, I don't see any solid reason to be +monogamous, even in marriage. Of course, safe sex is important. I love my +wife, I'm *spending* my life with her, she is my best friend, but I don't +*share* all of my life with her, and she doesn't share all of her life with +me. In fact, the more worthwhile relationships I develop, the stronger my +bond is to my wife since I can then better enjoy her strengths that I am +attracted to and which complete me, while getting my other emotional needs +met, that my wife cannot satisfy, from others--I don't believe that one person +can be all things to another, it is impossible. It runs counter to the +prevailing thinking [monogamy], which is simply wrong, IMHO. + +Anyway, I don't expect most net.readers to see eye to eye with me on this +issue, since monogamy is so embedded in our culture that people have trouble +seeing that other alternatives are possible and that they can work very well. +So far, polyamory has worked for me. + +Mike + +**************************************************************************** + +>Although I may not agree with everything that you believe in, what you do +>say makes for an interesting discussion. + +I appreciate your open-mindedness on alternative lifestyles. And I understand +your viewpoint, you are in the majority who believe in sexual monogamy as the +only way to run a relationship. + +To best understand my viewpoint, I separate sexual intimacy from other aspects +of relationships. Thus, I am committed to my wife, and have full trust in +her and our relationship. I just don't include sexual monogamy between us +to be a part of trust. In fact, I view that true trust is only possible when +there are no rules or restrictions on the relationship. Any relationship based +on rules and possession is by nature untrustworthy, thus true trust is not +possible unless the relationship is truly open. Thus, if you look at the +argument for sexual monogamy as being necessary for trust in a relationship, +it becomes a circular argument. + +Of course, polyamory has its challenges, too, but most of them deal with the +paradigm of monogamy that we are inundated with from birth. Just listen to +most songs--there is usually some mention about monogamy, usually as being +the only way, when in fact I and others have real-life examples that there +is an alternative. + +Anyway, I am not saying these things to "convert" you or any of the +net.readers, but only to share my thoughts and experiences on this. Every +person needs to choose what they find most comfortable. However, I ask +everybody to look closely at their feelings of uncomfortableness whenever +they think about polyamory and ask the question...Why am I uncomfortable? + +Mike + +*************************************************************************** + +>What exactly does trust mean in this type of situation? + +This is very hard to understand. Part of the reason that polyamorous +relationships are very hard to understand is that the concept of monogamy has +permeated so strongly into all aspects of our culture, that even the definition +of words have monogamous roots, so talking about polyamory using monogamous +words is very difficult. + + +>I think that this would be my A #1 fear in this whole type of relationship. +>Does this ever concern you, or is that where part of the trust comes in? + +Yes. Communication, that is, not hiding anything from the other romantic +partner (RP), is very essential. + +Even in purely monogamous relationships, totally open communication is +essential. Everybody agrees on this. For example, suppose you had a close, +monogamous relationship with a man, and he himself is dedicated to sexual +monogamy with you. How would you feel if he told you that there was another +woman that he flat-out is sexually attracted to, yet he says that he won't +make any move on her because of his decision to be monogamous with you? I +know many women who would kick the guy you-know-where for even entertaining +the thought, yet if he didn't say this, he'd still be thinking about it. +Thus, by hiding that, he is not really communicating. As a side note, I'll +guarantee one thing--a vast majority of people are not monogamous in their +thoughts and fantasy life, even though they may be monogamous, or at least +strive for it, in their physical life. It is this dichotomy that causes some +of the relationship problems we see today. + +[...some stuff deleted] + +I don't believe that a true, deep relationship is possible until both people +totally give up the notion of "ownership" and the demand of some sort of +"fidelity" to keep the "contract" alive. Looking at this another way: if I +*truly* loved her, and she needed to spend more time with someone else for +whatever reason, which, by the way, is none of my business because I don't +own her, then out of that love I will give her the time to do just that. +Demanding fidelity at all times to keep a relationship is not a very good way +to run a deep relationship, is it? I know this all sounds very weird, but +it's because of all the crazy paradigms that we were brought up with from the +time we were born. + + +>I guess in a way I would feel like someone "having their cake and eating it +>too," so to speak. + +If it's possible for both people in a RPship to "have their cake and eat it, +too", and are accepting of it for each other, isn't that the best of all +possible worlds? + + +>I would think that this is because, even though it may be done, it may not +>yet be all that socially acceptable. Sort of like homosexuality. It is also +>something that is out there, but yet, even though we all know it may exist, +>some people wouldn't admit to being part of it. + +You hit the nail on the head. Imagine the hilarious scenario, which has not +happened to me yet but has happened to some other of my polyamorous friends, +of me getting a phone call from one of my wife's co-workers, whispering on the +phone to me "Do you know your wife is fooling around with somebody else", and +I answer "I know, she told me about him and I'm going to let her spend the +evening with him. And she's letting me spend the weekend with one of my women +friends!" You can imagine that person's brain has just short-circuited! + +[...some stuff deleted] + +...There's more to a relationship than sex, and when a monogamous relationship +demands sexual fidelity to be the basis of that relationship, that puts sex +above everything else. The best relationships are defined by caring, sharing, +etc., where sexuality is an important, but not the only, part of it. + + +>...Then what's the point of getting married? + +Good question. Again if you *define* the concept of marriage to automatically +assume monogamy, which most people do, then I'd ask the same question. +However, if you define marriage to be a public statement that we are spending +our life together, possibly for legal, financial and/or children reasons, then +that's different. As I've said, my wife and I *spend* our life together, but +we don't *share* all of our life together. + + +>I would have to say that if both people can deal with the situation like +>this, then more power to them. I would think it would take someone with +>a very strong will to not get at least a little jealous. I don't think, +>in my case that I could ever be that easy-going. If think that if a person +>wants this type of relationship, then they shouldn't bother being married. +>Unless, of course, the other person wants it that was as well. + +Exactly. An open, polyamorous relationship *has* to be two-sided to work. +Comments on marriage given above. Jealousy does happen, but it is not usually +healthy. Communication as to what and why we are doing what we are doing is +essential. Excessive jealousy is always a sign that the jealous person has +severe self-esteem problems. + + +[...some discussion of differences in sexual drive between people.] + +Not everyone's sex drive is the same--in fact polyamory solves this aspect +of a relationship, and usually improves it. If a person is comfortable with +their sexuality, then they shouldn't worry about it and enjoy the sex when +they feel like enjoying it. However, if a person feels that maybe there is +something in their past that is making them uneasy about sex, such as teaching +that sex is dirty or sinful, or coming from a dysfunctional family as examples, +then I'd suggest counseling as soon as possible to find out what is the root +cause of such feelings so they don't miss too many years from truly enjoying +sexuality. Sex is too great to miss out! + +Mike + +****************************************************************************** + +>Hi everyone, I've been reading alt.polyamory for a while now. It's been +>very interesting and thought-provoking so far. I have a question to ask +>of all of you. Do you (especially those who have done poly relationships) +>think that it's important for each partner in a poly relationship to "approve" +>of all the others? Or is each partner free to conduct relationships with +>anybody they are interested in regardless of their partners' personal +>opinions of the other partners? + +I suppose it depends on how the other relationships fit into or add to your +current relationship with your partner(s). My wife and I share everything +about any other relationships we are having. We do have a loose agreement +that the other(s) get a chance to voice their opions on an impending +relationship. By other(s) I mean all that are currently in our "family". +Now, we don't have a hard and fast rule that says you must get agreement from +the other(s), but just that it should be discussed. I've gotten a "I don't +think you should" once from my wife. After listening to her reasons and +looking at it from her view point I decided not to pursue the relationship. +But it wasn't because she said "No", it was because she made sense (and saw +some things that I didn't because of her perspective). + +In a good relationship, I think all actions of your partner(s) are up for +discussion at any time. This tends to keep tensions from building up due to +imagined problems. It is also a good way to keep jealousy to a minimum. +Communication is one of the key ingredients in a successful poly relationship. + +Marky + +**************************************************************************** + +(No good nickname yet) writes: + +>Hi everyone, I've been reading alt.polyamory for a while now. It's been +>very interesting and thought-provoking so far. I have a question to ask +>of all of you. Do you (especially those who have done poly relationships) +>think that it's important for each partner in a poly relationship to "approve" +>of all the others? Or is each partner free to conduct relationships with +>anybody they are interested in regardless of their partners' personal +>opinions of the other partners? + + + I suppose it depends on how the other relationships fit into or add to +your current relationship with your partner(s). My wife and I share +everything about any other relationships we are having. We do have a loose +agreement that the other(s) get a chance to voice their opions on an +impending relationship. By other(s) I mean all that are currently in our +"family". Now, we don't have a hard and fast rule that says you must get +agreement from the other(s), but just that it should be discussed. I've +gotten a "I don't think you should" once from my wife. After listening +to her reasons and looking at it from her view point I decided not to +pursue the relationship. But it wasn't because she said "No", it was because +she made sense (and saw some things that I didn't because of her perspective). + In a good relationship (IMHO), I think all actions of your partner(s) are +up for discussion at any time. This tends to keep tensions from building up +due to imagined problems. It is also a good way to keep jealousy to a +minimum. Communication is one of the key ingredients in a successful poly +relationship. + +Peace and Love, + +Marky + +********************************************************************** + +Yes Lisa, I know what you mean, and I welcome your voice here. Let me +add a bit. + +I find there are two basic reactions from SO's or others to whom I +bring up the idea of polyamory. + +1: "You don't actually love me." If you really loved me you wouldn't +think about anyone else. This sort of came up in a relationship I was +in years ago. We had talked about the idea and she agreed sort of +academicly or philosophicly, but expressed deeper discomfort she +couldn't fully explain. One time while I was out of town she spent a +sexual evening with another guy, and told me about it when I returned. +I basicly said "I'm glad you had a good time while I was gone", and I +think she was really disappointed. I think she wanted me -- on some +deep level -- to be upset, to tell her I didn't want her to do this +sort of thing, how I found it threatening to our relationship, and by +not acting that way some part of her said "this proves he doesn't +really love me, because people who are actually in love don't sleep +with anyone else." + +2: "You just want to sleep around," especially if it is a male bringing +up the idea. This comes from the stereotype of the male who will fuck +anything that moves and most things that won't. This one is a +slamming door in conversation. Any protestations about it just being +an alternate lifestyle, analogies to balanced diet (romance with SO) +and occasional snacks (romance with others), or analogies to other +forms of friendship (you wouldn't want to have only one friend, why +have only one sex-friend?) come across as rationalizations and just +wither and die trying to get past this one for most people. You're +just an over-age hormone crazed teenager and you'll just have to put +it out of your mind. + +Obviously these come from deep stereotypes in western culture, and +most folks have internalized these rules to the point where they have +a very hard time thinking about them criticly. It just "feels wrong" +to them. + +Steve + +*************************** + +(Steve Scott Roy) writes: + +>Howdy folks. I've been reading this group for a couple of weeks now +>and I thought I'd get a bit of clarification about what falls under +>the general heading of 'polyamory', at least as you guys define it. +>Didn't find it in the dictionary. + +Well, for me it's the ability to love (physically, emotionally, or both) +more than one person at a time. My wife and I noticed many years ago +(before we were married) that love and sex were in some sense +'inexhaustible'. Not that we couldn't get tired of either, but that +giving love to person A did not reduce the amount of love one is able +to give to person B (or C, D, E, etc.). Once we realized that loving +someone else didn't reduce the love we felt for each other, it made +no sense to maintain a monogamous relationship. As others have said +here, communications is the key. We always let each other know when +we're interested in someone. That way, if the relationship deepens, +it's not a surprise to the other. It's worked for us for over 16 +years, and we think it works better than monogamy (it certainly +does for us). + +Roger Ritter + +******************************* + +-- + +Charter Member of the INFJ Club. + +Now, if you're just dying to know what INFJ stands for, be brave, e-mail me, +and I'll send you some information. It WILL be worth the inquiry, I think. + +============================================================================= +| Jon Noring | noring@netcom.com | I VOTED FOR PEROT IN '92 | +| JKN International | IP : 192.100.81.100 | Support UNITED WE STAND! | +| 1312 Carlton Place | Phone : (510) 294-8153 | "The dogs bark, but the | +| Livermore, CA 94550 | V-Mail: (510) 417-4101 | caravan moves on." | +============================================================================= +Who are you? Read alt.psychology.personality! That's where the action is. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/pool.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/pool.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7b7d74fe --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/pool.txt @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][ +][ A little fun by the Pool by The Sex Princess ][ +][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][-][ + + Ok, Imagine this: The time is a hot June and final exams in school are +comming around. You are having problems in say, chemistry and you ask if I +could come over your house to help. I agree to help and the next day after +school, I go to your house. I help you for two hours and afterwards, since its +a hot day, we are sweating hot. Now, since you have a pool and your folks +aren't home, you ask me if I'd like to go swimming. I accept but say I don't +have a bathing suit. You tell me that you would lend my one of your sister's. +You get it for me and I go into the bathroom and change while you change in +your room. I get undressed and put on the suit and think "Holy small +bikini's!". Let me tell you, it is scant! The top covered the outer and +bottom portions of my tits just, covering my nipples while the bottom barely +covered my rather small bush and very little of my ass. Also, the bikini was +only held on by small snaps, one in the back of the top and one on each side of +the bottoms. Not to mention it was red and thin. Anyway, I asked you what I +should do with my clothes any you said you would take care of them so I gave +them to you and went out to the pool and dived in. The pool was warm for this +time of year because it is solor heated. I also noticed that the pool area was +very private. I began to swim laps and you jumped in too. Your bottom was +small too and I could see your obviosly large equiptment outlined very well. +That and the rest of your very muscular physique (you work out every day), made +me get hot. After about ten minutes of swimming, you got out and lied on a +towel on your stomach to get a tan since it was still daylight. I got out too +and while you were lying on your stomache, I knelt down beside you and begun to +give you a massage. While massaging you, I looked under your stomache and +realized why you were lying on your stomache. You were hiding an enormous hard +on under your stomach. I looked at it. It is over ten inches long and real +thick. I know where I want it. My massage becomes more like a feelup of your +upper torso. Your muscles are so strong and feel to me when I feel them. I +move my hands down and start messaging your lower back. I can't stand it any +longer, I want to offer my body to you and be fucked by you. Your face is +still looking at the ground and I look and see nobody is watching us. I reach +behind my back and quietly unsnap the bikini top, take it off and throw it into +the pool. Then, I move my hands lower down your back . In fact, I slide them +under your suit and feel your ass cheeks. You ask me what I'm doing and look +up and see my bare top. You just look at it for a moment while my fingers find +your balls and begin to gently play with them. You now know what I have in +mind which is the same as you do so you ask me if we should go in the house. I +say yes and you towel me and you off and you pick me up and carry me into the +house with your stong arms. You carry me with one hand under my ass and arm +around upper body with the hand resting on my right tit. You hold me right up +to your chest. It feels so so good to me having my body held by your strong +arms up to your well endowed chest. Anyway, you bring me into your house and +into your room and lie me on the bed. You stand up and take your bathing suit +off and let me see your huge tool. It's Huge. It it 12 inches long and at +least two inches across, probably 6 in. around. I know my cunt is in for a +treat. I lie back, put my arms at my sides, close my eyes, and have a mind to +let you do what ever you want with me. You get on the bed and kneel before me. +You then put your hands on my waist. You undo a snap on the bikini bottoms and +snatch it off me and toss it to the side. I spread my legs wide in +antisipation. Then, you get over me and position the head of your dick on my +cunt and begin to slowly lower it in. I can feel it going deeper, and deeper, +and deeper into me. You lower in all twelve inches of it. My hole is tight +all around it. You begin to move your cock in and out real slow. While you +fuck me deep and slow, you caress my tits with your capable hands. After +fucking me slowly for a few minutes, you begin to go faster and held me tighter +and tighter and pumped harder and harder. Once, when you squeezed my tits, and +pressed in very hard, I came and my cunt spasmed and tightened even harder +around your huge cock. With that, you pumped once, maybe twice, shoved your +cock all the way in and poured your hot milk deep inside me. I felt very warm +inside. You pulled your cock out, got up, and put on your pants. You got my +clothes and helped me get dressedmaking sure you got to feel plenty of my +private parts. You thanked me for the whole day and I left.... You aced that +chemistry exam and came up to me and said you would reward me by taking me out +on your boat with some of your friends. More on that later........... Ok, I +hope you liked it. Please, write me something to make me real hot. + +Bye for now, Love Sex Princess! + +P.S. , make me your slave. I'd love it. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/porn b/textfiles.com/sex/porn new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f36e2e10 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/porn @@ -0,0 +1,241 @@ +M A R I A + + My friend Daryl and I had been in the loung for about a half hour, +absorbing its throbbing intensity. The gay bartenders were winking at +Daryl and he, to my astonishment, was smiling back. The atmosphere +was heavy with the crowd of stylishly dressed bodies of all races and +persuasions: straight, gay, bisexual. My friend excused himself to +move closer to the scantily clad blonde dancer on the raised platform. + I crossed my legs, letting my dress creep up. My blouse puffed out +as I shifted in my chair and showed more bare flesh beneath than I +would normally allow. The sexual beat of the music intensified my +feelings of abandon. + Scanning the room, I locked eyes with a tiny Latin-looking lady. +Her bright red lips and black hair were in sharp contrast to her +surprisingly light skin--a combination I have long found alluring. +The silk dress clung to her shapely body, letting the outline of her +hard nipples clearly show through; I imagined I could even see the "V" +where her legs met. She smiled and I looked away, blushing. The way +she stared made something aous and uncomfortable +stir inf tneith paintings and prints of +female twosomes and threesomes in various stages of intimacy. I +reddened again and glanced back in the direction of the Latin lady. +She was looking elsewhere but I noticed that she had moved closer. +I was faintly suffocated by it all, and I stood up and walked to the bar. + From near the dancing platform, Daryl caught my eye and winked. I +smiled and turned my head, startled to find the Latin beauty standing +next to me. I took a long, slow pull on my drink to subdue the +giddiness that was welling up inside me. + When she said, "Hi," her husky voice made the simple syllable sound +like a suggestion. She smiled expectantly. "Hi," I gulped awkwardly. +"I'm Maria," she said, "and I think you're gorgeous." "My name is +Lori," I stammered back. + Nothing like this had ever happened to me and my head was spinning. +She titled her drink to her lips and sipped delicately as she watched +me through the glass. I finished my own drink only to have the +bartender quickly pour another one. When I looked at him questioningly, +he gestured to Maria. "Courtesy of the lady," he said. + When I turned to thank her, I found her hand slowly sliding around my +waist. I shivered through my resistance, but, glancing down at her hand, +I noticed that my own nipples were as erect as hers. "They're lovely," +she said. I smiled coyly, starting to enjoy the forbidden sensation +coursing through me. + + Observing that I was resisting less, she moved in: "You know you +want it, and no one else here cares." She was right on both counts. I +leaned close as her slowly undulating hips pushed against me. My own +honey began to flow, and I became aware of a certain weakness--from the +drinks and this, this other thing. + + "Come on," Maria said, urging me away from the bar toward the door. +I followed her closely so that her arm could brush my right nipple with +each step. As we stepped into the fresh night air, I whiffed her +perfume and the scent of her sex. It inflamed me. + + We walked behind the loung to an adjacent park and stepped into the +deep shadows cast by the trees. Maria turned and kissed me on the mouth, +her long tongue snaking past mine. One hand massaged my breast while the +other gripped my ass and pulled me to her, rubbing her mound against mine. +The intensity of my lust engulfed me, and I kissed her back. My hands +slitherd over her smooth legs. + + Suddenly our dresses were up and our bushes exposed. We rubbed them +together lewdly to stimulate our already engorged clits. Maria knelt in +front of me and gently prodded my legs apart. She stabbed her tongue into +my slit. I moaned and thrust my pelvis to meet her hungry strokes. Maria +wrapped her lips around my sensitive button and sucked it like a small +cock. While it was apparent that Maria had done this before and it was my +first time, I was almost blind with desire for her. + + I dropped to my knees, then reclined on the ground, softly drawing her +onto the damp grass next to me so we could face each other's spread legs. +The outline of her cunt was barely visible in the darkness but I only +needed to feel, not see. Closing my eyes in a dreamy ecstasy, I covered +dripping slash with my mouth and began to suck. She did the same to me. +We became lost, groping at each other while animal moans escaped from our +throats. Our pelvises gyrated in unison. + + As we swam in each other's fluids, I became aware of a presence and +opened my eyes. Daryl had followed us and was standing just two feet away. +He had stripped to nothing but his open shirt. His erection was outlined +against the lights of the city; he was obviously very excited. As he +stepped closer, Maria sensed the change and froze against me. "Don't stop +now," Daryl hissed in a hoarse whisper. + + He knelt on the ground and positioned his cock at Maria's opening. +He guided the meat inside, and I started licking her juices from his hard +shaft. His balls slapped agaas my lips found her clit. + + Mrour earlier lovemaking that her lips almost +automatically resumed a carnal swaying, only now in rhythm with Daryl's +cadence. Maria and I sucked on each other intensely. We were swept away, +and she gasped in tiny whimpers. Her arms and hands gripped my legs, +holding them tightly around her head. Her mouth wallowed in my cunt. + + Eating both pussy and cock at the same time made me lose all awareness +of my surroundings. I caressed one hand over Maria's tits while, with the +other, I reached behind Daryl's buttocks to stroke his ass. I felt around, +touched his anus, and shoved my finger in. He released a low groan. His +balls tightened and his pace quickened. Maria sense the impending explosion +and sucked me in complete surrender. + + With a barely stifled, "Aaaaaahhhhhggghhh!" Daryl let go and pumped hard +inside Maria's cunt. I tasted the saltiness of his cum mixed with her honey. +It seemed like her clit filled my entire mouth. + +The orgasm jolted from deep inside me, almost unexpectedly, and I thrashed +uncontrollably. My pussy gushed as I licked and mouthed Maria's hot, +wet cunt. Then she, too, stiffened and jerked, and I gulped the river that +poured out of her. + + Daryl's motion abated and he slowly withdrew his still swollen cock. He +collapsed lightly over both Maria and me. It was just what I wanted. I sank +my tongue between her swollen lips and sucked soothingly. + + We lay like that for long moments, our mouths planted firmly on each +other's cunts, occasionally jerking with after-spasms. Daryl had sat up and +was caressing Maria's breasts and mine. Tthen she gave a small lurch of her +pelvis and disengaged + + I got up a little unsteadily, and Maria licked my pussy dry. Then she, +too, stood. She smiled and put her arms around both Daryl and me, kissed me +sensuously, then ran her tongue over Daryl's lips. + + "I have to run," she said, "but here's my number. I want to suck you +both again and again." She slipped a card between my breasts, and vanished +into the darkness. I grasped Daryl's spent cock while holding him close. My +cunt twitched once more and I sighed. + + Hi again, + Time for another escapade? + Well last Saturday afternoon my + husband was off playing softball, + so I decided to go shopping with a + close friend of mine and her + husband at an old brewery shopping + plaza in Mishawaka. We were taking + in the antique stores when I glanced + at her huinked at me + but I thought nit. said to my friend + Judy that he would show me around + the upper level while she finished + dickering with the salesman. + Don took me through some long brick + corridors and said we have to climb + this flight of stairs. So I started + up. About half way up he made some + comment about my legs and I asked him + if he wanted a better look. Was he + surprised when I hiked up my skirt + and had nothing on underneath. My + bare ass was stuck right in his face. + I said "Help yourself..." and he did. + I held on to a stair above me and let + him feel my pussy and lick my butt. I + told him I wanted it from behind and + he chickened out. Its a good thing too, + because the door ahead of us opened to + a couple of shoppers. We just kept on + walking as if nothing was happening. + The opportunity didn't present itself + again that afternoon. It was so + frustrating that I came home and had + to masturbate for some time. It got me + off, but I would have loved that moment + to last. HONEND + + + + ----- ------------------------------------------------------------------ ----- + ---- This is a true fantasy written to a gorgeous blonde of 38 with the ---- + --- fantastic figure of 37-27-38 and the most pleasing scrumpious ass! --- + -- ------------------------------------------------------------------ -- + + * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * + + Helen in Wonderland + + * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * + + + As you recall, you were last seen flying out of O'hare on an exec +jet..destination unknown...you had almost drifted off to sleep during +the flight sitting in the sunny window with your unread paperback laid +aside...you watch the small island below come closer and closer as the +pilot descends through calm and clear air...the water below is emerald +clear and you can see the landing strip when the plane banks for final +approach...the feeling of pleasure begins to build in you as you re- +member the two guys who would be soon holding you close again.. +..just then the spell is broken as the pilot announces that you +will have to circle for a few minutes while the runway is cleared of +a large transport...he steps into your private sitting area and tells +you he has just talked to Tom on the radio and he is supposed to see +that you are prepared for the afternoon festivities...he is young and +good looking and a great specimen of man...and you notice the growing +buldge in his pants! He lowers the writing table to the seats and +pulls the a sleeper...he then spreads a satin +sheet over the bed and turns and asks "have any objections to some +airborne sex?" You smile as you stand and ... +...you let your dress fall from your shoulders to the floor...your +bikini undies, already showing signs of desire, are slowly pushed down +over your heavenily bottom revealing that gorgeous love nest which will +soon be activated to its rightful level! You move to help him remove +his clothes..he is trembling and it is difficult to get his underpants +over his immense cock...he is blond, young, and inexperienced to look +at...you wonder who is preparing who for what? As he lays you down on +the satin you ask "who is piloting the jet?" He explains the auto- +pilot feature while he explores your sopping pussy with his trembling +fingers..his youthful huge cock is placed at your entrance... +...and, without any further foreplay, plunges it in up to the hilt! +You respond by squeezing him with your cunt with all your might!.. +he thrashes in you like a wild animal and you feel your orgasm mounting +as this freshman young cock pounds into you wildly to fulfill its +hungry task!...he shutters..grunts..explodes...pumps and pumps +crazily into your throbbing orgasm...as he softens and withdraws, +you feel the cool air comforting you cunt and you smile as he +clumsily tries to get dressed. Then he returns to the cockpit and +asks you on the intercom "was it alright?"...and you reward him +with "it was great!"...and you smile and ....remember your others +...and secretly know it will be better when you land. You slip +back into your dress and straighten up a little for the arrival and +the reunion with your two lovers. The smooth landing is barely +noticeable and you roll up to a small terminal...the you see us +standing by a convertible near the gate...there's Tom...and a tall +slim black woman with very light brown skin and a huge sexy body. +She approaches and you see she is also very gorgeous and has great +features! The pilot asks you to wait here for Tom and leaves...you +see him enter a taxi and leave...the black girl boards and smiles +brightly..a gleam in her eye and introduces herself as Lana.."Hello, +...I am Lana, your lover's friend"...that's when you notice the wide +large leather strap she has..."Tom says you must be disciplined before +you can leave the plane...something about being late or something" she +mutters..."he said you'd understand" and with that she pulls you +across her long strong legs, raises your dress, lowers your soaked +panties, and...crack! Smack! Two quick stings reach your scrumptous +ass! Your cunt tingles...and you fake an "OOOOch!" Then again..Smack! +Crack!...you think you will cumm then and there...she seems to sense +this also...and rolls you to your back and places your legs over her +shoulders..muttering something about your gorgeous pussy... and she +lowers her face into you... + Oh, well. Sorry to end this way! + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/porn.fav b/textfiles.com/sex/porn.fav new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ca80c80f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/porn.fav @@ -0,0 +1,177 @@ +From: Gordon_Wong@mindlink.bc.ca (Gordon Wong) +Subject: SURVEY RESULTS: All-Time Fav XXX Actress + +Voters sent in their 3 favourite XXX actresses, and each actress was given +points using a 5-3-1 scoring system (5 pts for a 1st place vote; 3 pts for a +2nd place vote; etc ...). + +Sample Size: 93 voters +Number of Actresses Voted On: 100 +Duration of Survey: 2 weeks (during Dec 92/Jan93) + +COMMENTS + +[1] GINGER LYNN topped the survey with 80 points ... on the strength of 12 + first place votes. The 12 first place votes were also the most secured by + any actress in the survey. CHRISTY CANYON battled it out with GINGER LYNN + for first but came in second with 68 points (9 first place votes). NINA + HARTLEY barely edged out ZARA WHITES for third place with 40 points. Nina + only had 3 first place votes compared to Zara's 7 first place votes. +[2] ZARA WHITES' score was very impressive ... almost everyone who voted + for her picked her first. With 9 people voting for her, she had 7 first + place votes. Check her out ... I know I will :) +[3] Some voters voted, but thought that Tori Welles was going to top the + survey. She did not. Tori Welles finished in fifth place. +[4] Most voters could come up with three actresses. Some could only come up + with one and some came up with a list of ten. +[5] Judging from the voters' comments, it can be said that: + IN: enthusiasm, attractiveness, acting ability, ability to do it all + OUT: augmented breasts, poor response (e.g., looks bored) + +SURVEY RESULTS + +RANK 1 2 3 PTS Voter Comments +====================================================== + 1 Ginger Lynn 12 4 8 80 enjoys sex; can act; hot; attractive; + well-spoken; best BJ's; likes it all; + has little (none) inhibitions + 2 Christy Canyon 9 6 5 68 large breasts + 3 Nina Hartley 3 7 4 40 likes it all; genuine, beaming + enthusiasm; hot, nasty, down & dirty + sex + 4 Zara Whites 7 1 1 39 a real babe; nice accent + 5 Tori Welles 5 2 2 33 hot drama; large breasts; liked her + prior to boob job + 6 Traci Lords 1 6 3 26 + 7 Tracey Adams 2 4 1 23 great face + 8 Savannah 1 4 4 21 not too good at sex, but most + beautiful ever + 9 Vanessa Del Rio 3 1 - 18 enjoys sex; did it all, did it well + and with enthusiasm/professionalism + 9 Madison 3 1 - 18 hot comedy +11 Kristara Barrington 2 2 - 16 +12 Marilyn Chambers 1 3 1 15 enjoys sex; can act; truly beautiful + woman +13 Racquel Darrian 2 - 3 13 best bod in biz +13 Barbara Dare 1 2 2 13 great BJs; nice bod; petite; enjoys + girl-girl action +13 Aja 1 2 2 13 cute face; well-proportioned body; + great throat +16 Keisha 2 - 2 12 large breasts; great bod; can act; + tit-fuck scene guaranteed +16 Annette Haven 1 2 1 12 +18 Hyapatia Lee 2 - 1 11 enjoys sex; can act +18 Kascha 1 2 - 11 liked her better before boob job +20 Seka 2 - - 10 +21 Diedre Holland 1 1 1 9 +21 Paula Price 1 1 1 9 large breasts; seductive +looker/talker +21 Erica Boyer 1 1 1 9 +21 Teri Weigel - 3 - 9 very attractive; worst actress alive; + worst at "faking it" +21 Patricia Kennedy - 3 - 9 +26 Candi Evans 1 1 - 8 +26 Nikki Randall 1 1 - 8 long legs; nice pussy +26 Angel Kelly 1 1 - 8 +26 Mai Lin 1 1 - 8 +26 C.J. Laing 1 1 - 8 she's nasty +31 Taija Rae 1 - 2 7 +31 Ashlyn Gere - 2 1 7 has acting ability; best actress +33 Victoria Paris 1 - 1 6 +33 Raven 1 - 1 6 +33 Taylor Wayne 1 - 1 6 +33 Fallon 1 - 1 6 she squirts buckets +33 Heather Lere 1 - 1 6 +33 Lauren Hall - 2 - 6 +33 Heather Hunter - 2 - 6 +40 Nikki Dial 1 - - 5 +40 Tammy Reynolds 1 - - 5 +40 Sarah Young 1 - - 5 +40 Abigail Clayton 1 - - 5 +40 Kimberley Carson 1 - - 5 +40 Charisma 1 - - 5 +40 Susan Vegas 1 - - 5 +40 Danielle Rogers 1 - - 5 +40 Leah Lyons 1 - - 5 +40 Veronica Hart 1 - - 5 +40 Karen Summer 1 - - 5 liked her before boob job; gives + great face +40 Connie Peters 1 - - 5 +40 Buffy Davis 1 - - 5 big screamer; ample breasts +40 Susan Nero 1 - - 5 +40 Missy Warner 1 - - 5 most beautiful woman ever +40 Megan Leigh 1 - - 5 +40 April West 1 - - 5 most underrated actress ever +40 Kay Parker - 1 2 5 +58 Selena Steele - 1 1 4 wildest woman ever seen +58 Janey Robbins - 1 1 4 +58 Samantha Strong - 1 1 4 +58 Mimi Miyagi - 1 1 4 +58 Laurel Canyon - 1 1 4 genuine, beaming enthusiasm; hot, + nasty, down & dirty sex +58 Dominique Simone - 1 1 4 +58 Nancy Suiter - 1 1 4 in-fucking-credible +65 Heather Torrence - 1 - 3 +65 Tanya Foxx - 1 - 3 +65 Tami Monroe - 1 - 3 +65 Merle Michaels - 1 - 3 +65 Little Oral Annie - 1 - 3 +65 Alicia Rio - 1 - 3 +65 Marie Sharpe - 1 - 3 most innocent/girl next door type +65 Britt Morgan - 1 - 3 +65 Bunny Bleu - 1 - 3 +65 Debi Diamond - 1 - 3 +65 Jamie Summers - 1 - 3 +65 Anisa - 1 - 3 +65 Carol Cummings - 1 - 3 +65 Amber Lynn - - 3 3 best BJ technique, ranks up there + with Ginger +79 Jeanna Fine - - 2 2 +80 Patti Petite - - 1 1 +80 Laurien Dominique - - 1 1 +80 Chantel - - 1 1 appeared in "Buttman on the Prowl" +80 Stacey Donavan - - 1 1 +80 Bionca - - 1 1 hot +80 Sade - - 1 1 +80 Jennifer Stewart - - 1 1 +80 Nina DePonca - - 1 1 +80 Angela Summers - - 1 1 +80 Ali Moore - - 1 1 +80 Saki - - 1 1 +80 Sandra Scream - - 1 1 friendly voice; beaut smile; erotic + talker +80 Tamara Longley - - 1 1 best body in porn +80 Shanna McCullough - - 1 1 girl you would take home to see Mom, + then back to your place +80 Fantasia - - 1 1 +80 Champagne - - 1 1 +80 Sharon Mitchell - - 1 1 very accomplished fellatrix +80 Danielle Martin - - 1 1 +80 Desiree Cousteau - - 1 1 +80 Ebony Ayes - - 1 1 +80 Ona Zee - - 1 1 +======================================== +* Some comments may have been edited for brevity +* Some comments for some actresses were supplied voluntarily by some people, + although they did not place them in their top three. + +FINAL COMMENTS + +[1] Judging from the number of actresses selected, what one person likes may + not be what another person likes. Maybe you've found a special actress + that the rest of us have missed. If this survey can somehow expand +someone + else's "horizons", then it will have served its purpose. + +[2] Thanks to everyone who participated in this survey and thanks to those +who + have provided comments for the others to analyze. + +[3] Feel free to post comments regarding the survey results to the message + group. + +[4] Someone suggested that a survey of CURRENT actresses should be done. If + anyone would like to do that, you may. May I suggest that you begin by + providing a list of NONCURRENT actresses first; otherwise, you are going + to have a heck of a time sorting out the current actresses from the + noncurrent ones. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/prinnude.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/prinnude.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d330287b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/prinnude.hum @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ + + + + Type P to Pause, S to Stop listing + +RUMOR HAD IT that women were planning to take part in this year's Nude +Olympics, and so when the first appreciable snow fell during exam week, there +was an added dash to the event. According to the DAILY PRINCETONIAN, "an +estimated 125-150 people participated," and another 500 cheered them on. + +There were no stats on the women, but apparently they didn't steal the show. +Though most men didn't seem to mind sharing the turf--"Women always have the +right to run naked in my backyard," one Holder resident told the PRINCE, "I'm +no male chauvinist"-- +objection was reported. "I think it's ridiculous for these feminists to shout +about pornography, and then come out and cheer and scream their heads off," +complained a sophomore man who boycotted the event. + +In addition to wrestling, sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, and wheelbarrow +races, there was the traditional run through the campus and into Firestone +Library, where one athlete said, "We just jogged around and kissed the books." + +Type Selection or L for list, to exit: Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/prostitutefaq.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/prostitutefaq.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d28d736f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/prostitutefaq.txt @@ -0,0 +1,613 @@ +The Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ) List on Legal Prostitution in Nevada. + +Version 1.00, created on Sunday, November 20, 1994. + +1.0 Table of Contents : + + 1.0 Table of Contents. + 2.0 Introduction. + 3.0 Legal Status of Prostitution in Nevada. + 4.0 Where to find Nevada's legal brothels. + 5.0 What to expect when choosing a lady. + 6.0 Negotiating the contract. + 7.0 The do's and don't's of sex. + 8.0 A Sermon. + 9.0 Whore stories. + 10.0 A Recommendation. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +2.0 Introduction. + +2.1 "Say what?!? Prostitution is legal somewhere in the United States? +Yeah, sure!" + +It is true, prostitution is legal in certain counties in the state of +Nevada. More on this later. + +2.2 "Just who are you (the author of this FAQ), and what makes you think +that you are an authority on legal prostitution in Nevada?" + +I am a normal American male who has been foolish enough to spend most of +his spare income purchasing the favors of ladies. My first visit was in +May 1986, and I have paid many visits over the years to almost all of the +legal houses in Nevada. + +2.4 "What restrictions are there on my use of this FAQ?" + +None. Distribute it as you wish. You can even sell it for profit, if you +like! But please don't misrepresent me. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +3.0 Legal Status of Prostitution in Nevada. + +3.1 "You mean that a woman can just, uh, set up shop in Nevada?" + +In the United States, "it" is legal in only one of the fifty states, +Nevada. And then not everywhere in Nevada; Las Vegas, Reno, Carson City +and Lake Tahoe still have it illegal. Supposedly the city fathers (and +mothers) don't think that prostitution contributes to the family-oriented +image that these gambling centers want. So any "action" that you may get in +these cities will be high-risk in more ways than one. + +It is only in certain counties in Nevada where prostitution is legal. +Street-solicitation is illegal; only in licensed establishments can you +legally meet a Lady of the Night. + +3.2 "What about AIDS?" + +Condoms weren't required when I made my first visit to a Nevada brothel, but +by the time I made my second visit a year later they were required by law. +Note that condoms are required for oral sex as well. + +The women that work in Nevada's brothels get regular medical checkups. All +these precautions are not just for the lady's protection, but for your's and +mine too. + +Remember the old line that when you sleep with someone, you are also +sleeping with everyone that that person has ever slept with? These ladies +have had sex with hundreds, if not thousands, of men. Think about it. + +3.3 "Why haven't I heard of these legal brothels before?" + +By law, Nevada brothels can't advertise, so it is no wonder that you've +never heard of them before. + +However, one does hear about them from time to time. Years ago, Geraldo +Rivera did a special on sex and he visited the Mustang Bridge Ranch and +interviewed two of the ladies. Also, 60 minutes briefly mentioned one of +the Winnemucca houses (60 minutes also once devoted an entire segment to the +Amsterdam brothels). The Mustang also made the news when it went onto the +stock exchange, and later when it was temporarily closed due to tax evasion +charges. And I've met ladies who say that they learned of the existence of +these Nevada brothels from articles in Glamour and Cosmopolitan magazines +(WOW! Start them out young...). So the word does get out. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +4.0 Where to find Nevada's legal brothels. + +4.1 "Get to the point, man! Where do I go to get laid?" + +There are several legal brothels throughout Nevada. I will describe where +to find the three largest and best, and their neighborhood competitors. + +The three are, in alphabetical order : + +THE CHICKEN RANCH : + +The Chicken Ranch gets its name from the movie and Broadway play "The Best +Little Whorehouse In Texas". You will find it in Pahrump, Nevada, which is +about 50 miles from Las Vegas by way of Highway 160. + +The Chicken Ranch sits at the end of Homestead Road. The turn-off from +Highway 160 onto Homestead Road is just a short hop south-east from the +Terrible Herbst convenience store. It is then a good eight miles along the +dirt Homestead Road before you finally arrive at The Chicken Ranch. + +You will also find their competitor, Sheri's, just a bit further down the +road. + +THE MUSTANG RANCH : + +The Mustang Ranch is about eight miles east of Reno on Interstate 80. Take +the Mustang exit (exit #23) and follow the signs. You will cross over a one- +lane bridge and there it is, the largest whorehouse in the United States. +To its left is the smaller Mustang II, and along a short road to the right +you will find their competitor, the Old Bridge Ranch. + +THE NEW SAGEBRUSH RANCH : + +The New Sagebrush Ranch is about seven miles east of Carson City on Highway +50. Watch for Sam's Saloon on your right, and then turn right onto Kit Kat +Road. The New Sagebrush Ranch and her sister ranch The Sagebrush Guest +Ranch is just ahead and on the right. You will also find The Kit Kat Ranch +and Kitty's Ranch in the same area. Before you reach the Kit Kat Road +turnoff from Highway 50, you should see a sign for the left-hand turn to the +Moonlight Ranch. + +Perhaps in future editions of this FAQ I'll discuss other Nevada brothels. + +4.2 "Do they have telephone numbers?" + +Yes. + +Chicken Ranch : (702) 382-7870 +Mustang Ranch : (702) 356-9956 +New Sagebrush : (702) 246-5683 + +4.3 "Fine. But how do I find out where the other brothels are?" + +I recommend the official guide, "Best Cat Houses in Nevada". It is written +by J.R. Schwartz, and is available ($5.95) from : + +Straight Arrow Publishing Company +Box 1068 +Coronado, CA 92118 + +ISBN 0-9613653-0-7 + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +5.0 What to expect when choosing a lady. + +5.1 "What should I expect when I first get there?" + +For all of Nevada's brothels, you have to walk up to a gate and push a +buzzer button, and then someone on the inside pushes a button in there to +open the gate for you. To keep people from accidentally walking in, I +suppose ("Gee whiz, you mean that this really isn't an auto-parts store?"). +Once you're inside, then what happens depends on which "ranch" you're at. + +The Mustang and The New Sagebrush are rather informal. The ladies are lined +up when you enter and they introduce themselves giving their "stage" names, +and then the hostess (madam?) asks, "Would you care to choose a lady?". If +you see what you like you nervously point your finger at your choice and +mumble "third from the left" or "the one in the red dress" or whatever since +you can't remember her name, because there may be as many as twenty ladies +in the line-up. Otherwise, you mumble that you'd like to take your time and +then wander over to the bar and order an expensive beer, and then the ladies +will one-by-one wander over to you and make small-talk and ask why you +prefer over-priced beer to pussy. Eventually you either see a lady that +rings your bell, or you leave and take a look at one of the other nearby +ranches. This is if you're at The Mustang or The New Sagebrush Ranches. + +If you go to The Chicken Ranch outside Las Vegas, you push the buzzer, the +hostess greets you and you enter an empty room. She asks if you wish to see +a lady and if you say yes, then a few minutes later the ladies march single- +file into the room and you choose one. If you don't want one of them, then +the ladies leave the room and you go to the bar next door and order an +expensive beer, and maybe one or two of the ladies will come over and hustle +you, but usually not. The Chicken Ranch tends to be less friendly than the +other ranches. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +6.0 Negotiating the contract. + +6.1 "How about the business end?" + +So let's say that you did like one of the young fillies. Then the two of +you go to her room and dicker ("dick her"?). That is, you discuss in +private what it is you want to do. You cannot negotiate business out at the +bar or at their main line-up. While you're going to her room she will ask +you your name and where you're from, what you're doing in town, and if you +have ever been there before. Once you enter her room she asks what you'd +like to do, and you tell her ("There's this position in the Kama Sutra..."), +then she asks how much you're willing to spend, and then the contract +negotiations start. These ladies are not employees here, they are private +contractors, so there are no set prices, though sometimes they'll show you +an over-priced menu just as if they (the prices) are hard and firm. And +speaking of hard and firm, once the price and responsibilities are +established, she will then ask to see your ding-dong. You'll drop your +drawers and she'll either sit on the edge of the bed or get on her knees and +take a critical look at it, sometimes a seemingly long inspection which +isn't sensual at all and reminds me of the way a potential buyer would look +into the mouth of a horse or at the engine of a used automobile. Anyway, if +she is satisfied that things look okay (no evidence of disease), then she'll +look up at you, smile, and say "You'll live". If you don't pass inspection, +then she tosses you out the airlock without a space-suit on and you burst +from explosive decompression in the hard vacuum of interstellar space. +Otherwise, you pay her. Visa and MasterCard accepted. They take cash too, +of course. + +She takes your payment, tells you to undress and relax, and leaves, and if +you pay by credit card she comes back for you to sign the receipt and leaves +again. Eventually, she returns and she gets naked too and washes your thing +and washes her thing and then the fun starts. + +In some houses you don't get naked until after the hostess has been by to +collect the payment from you directly. + +6.2 "What does it cost?" + +Sorry, friend, but that depends on the lady. Remember, they are independent +contractors. In general, the more attractive the lady, the higher the +price. Sometimes I can get a "party" as the industry calls it for $150, but +usually it is more like $200 for the more attractive ladies (ugly ladies +will do it for well less than $100). She will give you head and your choice +of positions (though many ladies won't get on top), as well as a good +massage. But then again prices do vary. Negotiate with her; maybe you'll +be able to get her to do the nasty for less than I'm able to. + +And if you want to come twice or more for an extended stay as I sometimes +do, then again you will pay more. If you are willing to go with less like +skip intercourse, then a simple hand job will cost less. + +You pay more if you're drunk. + +6.3 "Anything to look out for?" + +Some of the ladies think I'm odd when I say that I like a little bit of +foreplay first, where I caress her and get some tender, loving care to start +things off, rather than get down right away to the nitty-gritty. I make +sure that that is part of the contract, since on a few occasions the lady +has refused to allow anything except just the act of intercourse (not just +men get in a hurry). + +Be sure that you tell her exactly what you want before you pay your money. +It used to be that the lady would let you suck her tits, but recently I've +had some refuse me that priviledge. I hate it when they only tell you the +rules AFTER you've paid your money. Get those rules straight first! + +6.4 "What about after sex?" + +Some ladies are in a hurry for you to leave, and others like to sit and talk +awhile. This also depends on how much you spend. + +Note that just as she washes you prior to sex, she washes you after sex. + +One thing that you can't do is wander alone through the whorehouse. You +might run into someone you know ("Boss! What are you doing here?!?"). Your +lady will always escort you. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +7.0 The do's and don't's of sex. + +7.1 "You mean I have to wear a raincoat?" + +Yes, condom usage is mandatory, even for oral sex, by law of the State of +Nevada. Interesting, how some ladies manage to make putting on the condom +such a sensual experience... + +7.2 "Anything else taboo?" + +Her other rules are always "No kissing on the mouth and no fingers up my +pussy". And anal sex is forbidden. + +Though this has nothing to do with sex, the ladies don't like it if you show +up in a taxi cab. Some brothels have a deal with the local cabbies that +they get a share of the money that you pay the lady. So the ladies prefer +you show up with your own transportation so that they don't have to share. + +7.3 "So then everything else is okay?" + +That depends on the lady. Lots of fantasy things like domination are +available, though that again depends on the lady. + +Several times I've had the lady of my choice try to entice me into going +with another lady at the same time. You can even have three or four at once +if you like, but you're gonna pay big bucks. + +The Mustang and The Sagebrush allow outdates, where you can take your lady +outside of the brothel to a restaurant or theater or casino, or to your +hotel room for sex. Again, you have to pay the price. + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +8.0 A Sermon. + +8.1 "The Golden Rule says that you should treat others as you would have +them treat yourself, but does this apply to whores?" + +Yes, the Golden Rule applies to whores. + +I will be blunt and say that most of these ladies are unattractive, and most +of the time I just leave instead of choosing one. But sometimes I see a +really good-looking woman, and there are times when I have difficulty +deciding which one I want because they all look good. But they have to be +attractive. To a certain extent my being picky is a double standard because +I too am not very attractive, but its my money and I don't have to spend it +if I don't want to. It is an imperfect world. But I've always been on my +good behavior when I'm in her room, and leave a good tip because I know that +theirs is a tough job and I am deeply appreciative of this service. + +It is up to you guys to make sure that your experience is a good one. Treat +her nicely. After all, God is a woman and you don't want to piss Her off by +mistreating Her sisters! + +8.2 "How can something immoral like prostitution be legal?" + +If you are reading this then presumably you really aren't interested in an +answer to this question. When I was young I thought that morality had +something to do with whether or not you were a good or bad person. So what +does sex have to do with morality, since both the good and the bad have sex? + +Sex between consenting adults is legal when done for free, but paying money +for it makes it illegal. Why? Its okay to pay for a meal at a restaurant, +though there is nothing more intimate than the food you put inside +yourself. And we don't expect medical doctors to work for free, though they +may probe and poke you everywhere and even cut you up. So why do we as a +society fear the intimacy of sex? I say that Congress should pass a law +that its okay for lawyers to give their services for free, but it's a felony +for them to get paid for practising law. + +I want to be honest and say that I am overall very satisfied with my Nevada +brothel experience, and have precious memories of the many fine ladies that +I met. That many sound trite to the jaded, but that is exactly how I feel. +However, perhaps it is time for me to get a girl-friend or better yet +finally get married. Some day my Princess will come... + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +9.0 Whore stories. + +9.1 "What do the girls look like?" + +Previously I mentioned that I find most of the ladies unattractive, and that +usually I leave the brothel without doing business. This is true in general +for most of Nevada's brothels, but at the three brothels that I am singling +out I almost always find an attractive lady. However, it is still true that +at all of the brothels you will find that most of the ladies in the lineup +are not someone one would be willing to have sex with for free, much less +pay money for the honor. Yes, this makes me a hypocrite since I myself am +fat and ugly, and it is hard to maintain one's dignity while acknowledging +one's own hypocrisy. But youth and beauty is what prostitution is primarily +about. + +My recommendation is that if you don't see what you like, then gracefully +leave and check out the competition. You can always return later. + +9.2 "So you've only picked out nice-looking chicks?" + +I would like to say yes, but the sad fact is that sometimes I've picked out +ladies that I wished I hadn't. + +The lighting isn't always all that good when the ladies are lined up, and +sometimes I pick one out, go to her room and change my mind once I've gotten +a closer look. It is hard to be nice and not hurt her feelings and be +honest; try to be nice to the lady. + +Also, it is often hard to tell what a lady's figure is really like in the +lineup because of the loose gowns and lingerie that they sometimes wear. +Relatively few of the ladies are what I would call slender. + +9.3 "Do you have any pet peeves?" + +Have you ever heard the old saying, "You can lead a horse to water, but you +can't make it drink"? To me, sex is more than just intercourse. It is my +experience that Nevada ladies live up to the agreed-upon contract, but sex +with a woman who just lays there like a dead fish isn't what I have in mind +when I think of good sex. I like some conversation, some tender loving +care, and some hugs. + +Most of the ladies that I've been with are just fine, and some are +excellent, but some are stone cold, some don't like touching you or being +touched, and some seem to enjoy being aloof and distant. My point is that +there is really nothing that you can do about such behaviour once you've +paid your money; you just have to make the best of the situation. As hard +as it may be, please be nice to her. + +I should be fair and say that everyone has a bad day every so often, and the +job that Nevada's ladies perform is a very tough one. Yeah, guys, how would +you like to have sex with just any woman that came along, regardless of her +age, appearance, or behaviour? Yech! Also understand that these ladies +stay inside their brothel for extended periods of time, like two or three +weeks, during which time they have to constantly get along with the +management, other ladies (who are their competitors), and a stream of +customers who can be surly and drunk. The ladies that work in Nevada's +brothels are human beings, just like you and me, and deserve to be treated +nicely. + +9.4 "Have you had any embarassments?" + +I've never gotten used to that initial examination. These ladies spread +apart the tip of your cock and look all around your balls and public hair +for signs of disease just like a doctor would. I'm not complaining since +this is a very important process, but it's almost scary. And I really do +get scared when an extremely beautiful lady is examining me for the first +time, to the point that I can't get an erection! Beautiful women make me +nervous! + +Another thing that is scary is to learn afterward that your lady is married! + +You really don't know what her figure looks like until she undresses. She +may have a very nice, lean looking figure, but sometimes it's a little shock +when she finally takes it off and you see those folds of skin below her +tummy. She's a mommy! And then there was this one tall blond who had the +hardest, flatest stomach, but after we'd done the nasty we started talking +about this-and-that and she then showed me pictures of her three children +and hubby. Very strange. + +And the sad fact is that of all the Nevada ladies I've been with, only one +had an orgasm. And that was probably faked. + +9.5 "But are they good people?" + +Wow! What a wide range of personalities! Not just any woman can handle the +pressures of being a professional prostitute, but you will meet all +personality types in Nevada's legal brothels. + +I remember one lady who was so shy and demur that she could hardly make eye +contact with me. And she had been working for years! And I remember +several ladies with whom I spoke in their rooms, trying to agree to terms of +pleasure, but giving up because it was obvious that despite their beauty it +would be impossible to have fun with them because frankly they were just too +bitchy. But most of the ladies are very nice people. + +These women are of all types. Lots of Caucasians of course, but lots of +Blacks, some Asians and some Hispanics, and a fair number that are a +favorite of mine, Native American girls. + +And they come in all body shapes and types. Short, tall, fat, thin, old, +young. + +Some of them are college students, and others have college degrees. There +was this one chick with a Masters in Psychology ... + +But are they happy? I've heard Dr. Joyce Brothers say that there is no such +thing as the "Happy Hooker". Well, I'm an expert on this, and the truth is +that half or so probably aren't all that happy but stay in this line of work +because of the money (but then isn't that true of most professions?). Of +the remainder, most are reasonably happy and a few are very well-adjusted +indeed, love their work, and are a pleasure to be around. Again, not much +different than most other professions. + +I've met ladies from all over the United States and a few foreign ladies. +Lots of Californians and Texans. And they are of all religious faiths; lots +of Southern Baptists and Catholics, and I've met just about all other +denominations including Lutherans, Mormons (very sensual), and one very wild +Jehovah's Witness. Then there was the lady whose mother was a Russian Jew, +and the Thai girl (Buddhist) who gave me a massage by walking on my back. +But I have yet to knowingly boing an atheist; none of the ladies have +professed being one. Perhaps because sex is such a religious experience... + +Listen, fellows, whatever your type of lady is, she's waiting for you in one +of Nevada's brothels. Its just a problem of finding her. + +9.6 "Any strange goings-on in the brothels?" + +Besides all of that sex going on there? The answer is, by-and-large, "No". +These are businesses, and scaring off customers is not what capitalism is +all about. Things are generally quite orderly; I have never seen +"bouncers" hanging around (except for the uniformed guard at The Chicken +Ranch) but there must be at least one hiding somewhere. + +All of the brothels have bars that you can sit and have a drink at, and +sometimes there is some rowdiness there, but generally things are rather +sedate. + +9.7 "Just how different are the 'ranches'?" + +There are some real differences. Let me talk first about size. + +The three brothels that I an reviewing are the largest (to my knowledge), +and are definitely the highest profile. If you have never been to a brothel +before then I would recommend trying one of these three, because at these +bigger houses you get a wider selection to choose from. But eventually it +is worth your while to check out some of the smaller houses because the +pressure to choose a lady is lesser at the smaller houses, though the +selection isn't quite so good in general. + +The real point (from my perspective) is finding a really good-looking lady. +Your chances are about equal at The Mustang Ranch and at The Chicken Ranch, +with The Chicken Ranch having a slight edge. The Sagebrush Ranch is close +behind. + +I've been around Nevada's brothels enough that I've seen, on several +occasions, the same lady in different houses. One I've seen in four +different brothels! My impression is that a lot of the women who start off +as legal prostitutes in Nevada get their start at The Chicken Ranch. But I +have noticed a steady migration of experienced ladies going from The Chicken +Ranch to Sheri's next door or to The Sagebrush. What I don't like about The +Chicken Ranch is just how unfriendly they are; if you don't pick a lady +right now, then you can't just mingle with them, talk, and get a closer look +like you can at the Mustang and Sagebrush ranches. Even the bar at The +Chicken Ranch is downright unfriendly, with the bartender being a uniformed +guard rather than a professional-looking bartender at The Mustang Ranch or a +grandmotherly looking bartender at The Sagebrush Ranch. + +There are several ladies that I've met at The Chicken Ranch but then seen +later at a different ranch. They've all complained of the oppressive +atmosphere at The Chicken Ranch. The Mustang has a much less tense feeling +about it, and The Sagebrush is very relaxed indeed. I've lounged at The +Sagebrush for hours at a time, just watching the ladies and talking to +them. I've heard a few complaints about The Mustang, but the ladies at The +Sagebrush seem to be the happiest with the management there. There isn't +much difference between the three brothels concerning beautiful ladies, but +when it comes to soft-sell versus hard-sell, I recommend The Mustang and +The Sagebrush. It is easy to visit both The Mustang and The Sagebrush +because they are only about thirty miles apart. + +And most of the smaller houses are rather relaxed as well. + +9.8 "What is your sexual fantasy?" + +You know how major newpapers have food critics, who review and rate local +restaurants? My fantasy is that prostitution is legal all across the United +States, and I work for a national magazine as a ... + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +10.0 A Recommendation. + +10.1 "Well, who should I visit?" + +By now you've read a lot about Nevada's legal brothels, and you should +understand that finding a really great lady is something of a random +process, where both beauty and a friendly disposition are quantities that +sometimes, but not always, go together. I want to make it easier for you to +get some satisfaction. + +Her name is "Honey", and she works at The Mustang Ranch. I first met her +during the Summer of 1991, and have visited her every Summer since. + +Honey is beautiful. She is young, tall (5'9"), lean, and has a figure that +is as nice as that of any supermodel. No kidding. Flawless skin, beautiful +face, nice breasts, long slender legs, the works. If it matters to you, she +is a brunette Caucasian. + +Did I mention her eyes? + +Ah, but there is so much more to Honey than just her outward appearance! +She is friendly though reserved, intelligent, sensual, and has a +distinctively dignified and regal bearing. + +I remember just how impressed I was when I first met her. I couldn't +believe that such a wonderful lady was willing to work in a profession where +she was willing to have sex with fat, ugly pigs as myself. Let's take this +moment and say a prayer of thanks to God almighty for such blessings as +Honey. We're not worthy!!! + +Let me describe a typical visit with Honey. The Mustang Ranch has bidets in +their bathrooms, so Honey will set the hot and cold water settings just +right and then ask me to squat onto it so that she can wash my genitals, +which feels great! Then she'll dry me off and wash herself, and then she is +ready to please me. I like some foreplay first, so I have her stand still +while I get a good feel of her legs, buttocks, back, shoulders, breasts, and +hard flat stomach, a good feel with my hands and my mouth (Yum!). Once I've +finished savoring her, I lay belly-down on the bed and Honey gives me a +really nice massage first with her hands and then with her entire body. I +can feel her stomach and breasts on my back, slowly, sensually, moving back +and forth. Then I roll over and she does much the same to my front, and +sucks my nipples. YOW! So now Honey puts a condom on my oh-so-very-stiff +weenie, and she performs an oral act which is still illegal in some states, +even between husband and wife (or so I've been told). What I like is how +Honey sits to my right facing me, with her legs spread so that I can see all +of her front and feel all over her lean, fine muscle toned body while she +gives me head and a short hand job. Then she gets on top, slips it inside, +and starts the old in-and-out at just the right pace. It is difficult for +me to describe this experience, since I'm not real sure exactly just what is +going on down there, but Honey is able to do things to your cock with her +pussy that most women either can't or won't do. Suffice it to say that it +is magic, and I soon squirt like I can't remember. She stays there awhile, +sitting while I whither away inside her, and then she gets up, takes off the +condom, and again I accompany her to the bidet for another washing. + +Then it is back to bed, and we talk about what we've done the past year. +Honey remembers me, even though we only see each other once a year. She +remembers what we talked about before, including what I've shared about my +personal life. This amazes me, because Honey must see a lot of men. Honey +and I are movie fans, so we recommend movies and talk movie talk. Also, +Honey travels a lot and she tells me what her trip was like (she's traveled +in Egypt, along the Amazon River, etc.). + +Eventually, I start to feel Nature's call again, Honey gets me up and going +with a hand job, and then more head, and finally I finish off with either +doggie style or missionary. + +I can only describe my time with Honey as a religious experience! + +Honey isn't always in, so I suggest that you call before making a special +trip to see her. Call The Mustang Ranch at (702) 356-9956 and ask if +"Honey" is in. + +So, if you are so fortunate as to actually get a private audience with +Honey, then please tell her that you heard about her from this FAQ, and that +"the scientist" says hello. And you had better treat her nicely! + ++-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-+ + +If you have questions, please send e-mail to : bashful@paranoia.com \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/prudes.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/prudes.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e43331d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/prudes.txt @@ -0,0 +1,224 @@ +Prudes and Virgins Digest, v.1 #6 (NOT13) Mon Dec 5 15:12:04 PST 1988 + + + WARNING: This digest may contain material not suitable for + Reader's Digest. Do not read if you find this type of + material offensive. + + Contributions: pvdigest@ernie.Berkeley.EDU + Comments: nj@ernie.Berkeley.EDU + Mailing List requests: pvdigest-request@ernie.Berkeley.EDU + + The Prudes and Virgins Digest is freely redistributable. + + + -- nj + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Thu, 1 Dec 88 11:15:22 PST +>From: Reginald +Subject: Interesting positions I have discovered +Contact: reg3 + +Good evening. + + Recently, whilst engaged in--well, let's be perfectly frank, +this is an open forum after all--intercourse with my wife, i +discovered an amazing new position, in which the female partner +occupies what might be called the "dominant" or "top" position, rather +than the more proper bottom position. We were curious as to whether +anyone else has tried this revolutionary concept. We're rather afraid +to admit it in public, since I think it falls outside of the bounds of +general decency and propriety...but, as the common people say, life is +too short not to "live it up" a little, eh what? + +Reginald + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Thu, 1 Dec 88 21:43:05 PST +>From: Jonathan +Subject: A question +Contact: jonp + +I've been thinking about...er...well, you know, and...um...I was just +wondering if...if...you know...has anyone ever had any experience doing... +I mean does anyone know any good techniques for...oh never mind. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Fri, 2 Dec 88 10:02:33 PST +>From: GERTRUDE +Subject: KISSING +Contact: gert5 + +DEAR PRUDES AND VIRGINS DIGEST. + +MY BOYFRIEND KEEPS TELLING ME IT IS OKAY TO KISS EACH OTHER ON THE LIPS AND +NOT KEEP OUR LIPS PUCKERED SECURELY. IS THIS NORMAL? + + + GERTRUDE + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Fri, 2 Dec 88 11:15:56 PST +>From: Robert +Subject: confessions... +Contact: robertw + + ive never told anyone else about this before, but i thought +you all might like to hear about it. it all started one night when i +was studying for a physics test all alone in a classroom and this girl +walked in and sat down and started studying. i couldn't help but +notice her most prominent features. i had a hard time concentrating +on my textbook. all i could think about was introducing myself to +her. i imagined myself walking up to her--actually walking up to a +real woman--and GREETING her. i reached down and started idly playing +with my calculator as i fantasized. i thought of asking her out for +frozen yogurt. i thought of "accidentally" brushing against her round, +soft hands. i couldn't stand it. i had to do it. but then she got +up and left. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Fri, 2 Dec 88 16:49:23 PST +>From: Samuel +Subject: What turns you on? +Contact: samt + +Hey I dont know about all you guys but I get really aroused whenever a girl +says "Have a nice day" to me. Is this weird? Should I go see a shrink? +The short women in "Willow" really turn me on to. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Sat, 3 Dec 88 15:35:01 PST +>From: Linda +Subject: hi +Contact: lindal + +um hi im new to this sex thing but the guy im with keeps telling me +its ok im not supposed to enjoy it as much as he does,,,is that right? +and what does he mean when he tells his friends "she don't care i've +only got three inches"? thankyou + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Fri, 2 Dec 88 13:22:42 PST +>From: Melville +Subject: Hot digitized pix! +Contact: mel2 + +Hey "dudes", I got lots of ]REVEALING<-- if you know what i mean *wink*. I've got Betty White +in a low-cut gown, I've got Oprah Winfrey in a _miniskirt_ (and I do +mean MINI!!!) and the best of them all is my pic of LINDA RONSTADT +wearing a BIKINI!!!!! And if THAT don't turn you on you MUST be +weird!!! Write me for more info!!!!!! (I want to TRADE too...I've +been looking for a good Shirley Jones for "MILLENNIAS"!!!!) + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Sat, 3 Dec 88 17:12:29 PST +>From: Patrick +Subject: "Bondage" +Contact: rickb + +Hello-- + + Does anyone know anything about "bondage"? Is it like, "male +bonding"? + +Thanks. + +Patrick + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Sat, 3 Dec 88 18:22:03 PST +>From: Elizabeth +Subject: Nightwear +Contact: lizb + +Dear Prudes and Virgins Digest, + +This is ever so awkward, but i was wondering what your readers would +consider to be...ummm....attractive... in the way of nightwear. Do the +readers prefer cotton, flannel or rayon full lenghth nightgowns? Is there +a tendency towards prints or solids? Fitted or roomy? +This is truly a burning question on my mind, as just the other evening as +my husband Percy and I were each reading various exerpts from Better Homes +and Gardens Do-It Yourself Guide to Home Remodeling and Percy commented +that perhaps to lend excitement to our marriage in much the same way our +new storm windows add pizazz to our living room I should invest in some new +nightwear. I hope your readers can assist me in my shopping endeavors. + + Elizabeth + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Sat, 3 Dec 88 20:49:13 PST +>From: J. Jacob +Subject: Re: "Oral Majority" +Contact: jjc + + +That's DISGUSTING! You are SICK SICK SICK!!! To think that they even LET +people like you in...why, why I'll bet you even vote DEMOCRAT!!!! Brother +Falwell should kick ALL of you commie bastards out!!!!!!! + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Date: Sat, 3 Dec 88 23:13:52 PST +>From: Hanna +Subject: Wild fantasies +Contact: hrb + + Dear P and V Digest + Just the other day I engaged in the most unbelievable + fantasy :^). I needed to study for my Chaucer exam and + ducked into what I'd hoped to be an unused classroom. + Well, this was the furthest from the truth. There was a + young man in this room, but I was feeling a bit, shall we + say devil-may-care, and i brought my books in and sat in a desk + about two or three rows over from the young man. He was + quite attactive, what with his neatly manicured hands and + crisply shaved sideburns, and his shirt was neatly pressed + as well. I very much wanted him to approach me, and to + offer me a refreshment of some sort. We could discuss + literature or this season's choice of music here with the + University Symphony or perhaps the social happening next week + at the Christian Center. My thoughts ranged even further into + the future, about how, if we were married, we could have wild, + frenzied family picnics. + His shoes were neatly buffed, and he was reading what appeared + to be some scientific manual or text, and he must have + been an intelligent and well-mannered young man, and he would + been an excellent conversationalist, and, well, just thinking + of him *talking* to me got me so....ruffled.... i just had to + go get a lemonade from the Cafeteria and I left quickly + even before I could review my most recent notes. + + Hanna [[ last name + withheld--nj ]] + + PS -- Please assign an alias and a mailbox to me; many people + in my school read News and I wouldn't want them to get the wrong + impression of me. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +------------------------------ + +End of Prudes and Virgins Digest +************************ +------- + +-- +Edited by Brad Templeton. 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"MOS" means member of the opposite sex. + 1 point for each no answer out of 100 possible. + + HAVE YOU EVER: + + 1. had a date? + 2. been out on a date past 4 am? + 3. had a blind date? + 4. kissed a MOS? + 5. been french kissed + 6. kissed a MOS in the horizontal position? + 7. french kissed three or more MOS's in 24 hours? + 8. kissed a MOS in the last three months? + 9. necked for more than 2 hours consecutively? + 10. slow danced cheek-to-cheek? + 11. had an alcoholic drink? + 12. been drunk? + 13. driven while under the influence of alcohol or drugs? + 14. had a lapse of memory due to drinking or drugs? + 15. used alcohol or drugs to lower a MOS's resistance? + 16. smoked tobacco? + 17. smoked pot or hashish? + 18. used a stronger drug? + 19. taken 4 or more "recreational" drugs within 24 hours? + 20. read a pornographic book or magazine? + 21. seen a pornographic movie? + 22. seen a stripper? + 23. been arrested? + 24. been convicted of a crime? + 25. had an erection/clitoral erection? + 26. had an orgasm? + 27. had an orgasm in a dream? + 28. fondled a MOS's ass? + 29. caressed a MOS's thigh? + 30. fondled a breast or had your breast fondled? + 31. wrestled with a MOS? + 32. showered, bathed, jacuzzied, or saunaed with a MOS? + 33. gone coed skinny-dipping? + 34. gone through the motions of intercourse while fully clothed? + 35. spent the night in a MOS's room? + 36. slept in the same bed with a MOS? + 37. seen a naked post-pubescent MOS? + 38. been seen naked by a MOS after puberty? + 39. undressed or been undressed by a MOS? + 40. kissed a MOS on the breast or been kissed on the breast? + 41. fondled a MOS's genitals or had your genitals fondled by a MOS? + 42. had an orgasm due to manipulation by a MOS? + 43. kissed a MOS on the thigh? + 44. engaged in cunnilingus? + 45. engaged in fellatio? + 46. had sexual intercourse at a parents house while they were home? + 47. engaged in definitely sexual activity on the first date? + 48. masturbated? + 49. masturbated to a picture? + 50. masturbated with another person in the room? + 51. watched another person masturbate? + 52. been caught masturbating? + 53. simulated intercourse with an inanimate object? + 54. committed an act of voyeurism? + 55. committed an act of exhibitionism? + 56. massaged or been massaged by a MOS? + 57. unintentionally interrupted a couple in a significant state of undress? + 58. participated in a tickle orgy, gross out, truth or dare, etc.? + 59. experimented sexually before puberty? + 60. purchased contraceptives in a drug store? + 61. had sexual intercourse? + 62. had sexual intercourse more than 10 times? + 63. had sexual intercourse continuously for 1/2 hour? + 64. had sexual intercourse within the last 3 months? + 65. had sexual intercourse 3 or more times in 1 night? + 66. had sexual intercourse in 3 or more positions? + 67. had sexual intercourse in a car? + 68. had sexual intercourse using a condom? + 69. ? + 70. had sexual intercourse outdoors? + 71. had sexual intercourse with 3 different people? + 72. had sexual intercourse with a virgin? + 73. had sexual intercourse during menstruation? + 74. had sexual intercourse without using birth control? + 75. had sexual intercourse with 2 MOSs in 24 hours? + 76. had sexual intercourse in a public place? + 77. described a sexual experience to a separate party? + 78. committed statutory rape? + 79. been the object of travel or traveled 100 miles or more for sexual + activity? + 80. impregnated a woman or been pregnant? + 81. arranged or had an abortion? + 82. displaced a roommate by staying with a MOS for 1 or more nights? + 83. shacked up with a MOS for a month or more? + 84. tasted semen? + 85. been propositioned by a prostitute or pimp? + 86. accepted? + 87. had anal intercourse? + 88. been tested for V.D. due to reasonable suspicion? + 89. had V.D.? + 90. picked up a strange MOS for sexual purposes? + 91. engaged in group sex? + 92. engaged in sadism or masochism for sexual enjoyment? + 93. been propositioned by a member of the same sex? + 94. accepted? + 95. been masturbated by a member of the same sex? + 96. been orally stimulated by a member of the same sex? + 97. committed incest? + 98. fondled a pre-pubescent MOS? + 99. engaged in transvestitism for sexual enjoyment? + 100. committed bestiality? + +hoo-boy! + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/purity.15k b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.15k new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d93f46d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.15k @@ -0,0 +1,2720 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories +Subject: 1500 purity test +Message-ID: <1992Dec4.133352.2662@gacvx2.gac.edu> +From: bnelson@chipotle.gac.edu (Brent N Nelson) +Date: 4 Dec 92 13:33:45 -0600 +Nntp-Posting-Host: chipotle.gac.edu +Lines: 2719 + +1500 Point Purity Test +Page *1* of 42 + +THE UNISEX PURITY TEST +VERSION 6.6b - 1500 QUESTIONS + + If you thought the millenial purity test was bad, well you ain't see + nuttin' yet! + + This is the 1500 point Purity Test! + + We felt that the 1000 point version lost a lot of the "fun" of the + earlier versions, so we re-wrote it, adding a few new sections, and + a shitload of questions. This test is guaranteed to be nosier that + your parents, more invasive than the census, and containing something + to offend everybody. + + Also included is an answer form so that you can remember where in the + test you were, or show to a friend. + + Enjoy (and I know you will). + + ------------------------------------------ + + Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. + Up with going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. + Murphy's law on sex: Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter + of physics. + + This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced + Research Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force + Avionics Laboratory. The views and conclusions contained in this + document should not be interpreted as representing the official + policies, either expressed or implied, of the Defense Advanced + Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be + interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually + performed any of the actions contained herein. + + + Genesis - History: + + Version 1 (100) - sometime before 1982 + Created at MIT's Baker House. Two parallel + versions; one for male, and one for female. Very + little is known about this version. + + Version 2 (247) - spring 1983 + Expanded to 247 questions. This marked the + beginning of the unisex version. The story goes + that they intended it to be 250 questions, but got + tired that night and said "We'll think of three more + tomorrow," and tomorrow never got there. + + Version 3.5 (400) - April 10, 1985 + First formal release. All former versions were + short-lived and tended to be bug-ridden. Does not + discriminate against gays or bi's. Added in + Genesis/History section, instructions, scoring, and + warranty. + + Version 3.5a (400) - April 13, 1985 + Found there were 431 questions instead of 400. + After an all-night hack sessions, problem was fixed. + + Version 3.5c (400) - January 17, 1988 + Finished up at Yale. Final version of the 400 point + test EVER! Feel special if you own a copy. + + Version 4.0 (500) - April 23, 1988 + Those snotty Yale kids thought that 400 wasn't + enough for them. Added 100 questions "just ta show + 'em." + + Version 5.0 (1000) - sometime in the late 80's + It was decided that 500 questions wasn't enough. + Created to be the purity test to end all purity + tests. However, it lost a lot of the "fun" of + earlier versions and got boring to take. + + Version 5.0a (1000) - January 4, 1992 + A copy of the 1000 point version got into my (J. A. + Pfaff's) hands. Big mistake. Typos were gotten rid + of and the introduction was made clearer. + + Version 6.0 (11??) - April 19, 1992 + First re-vamping of the purity test. We of The + Erotic Nightmare Revue finally decided that the 1000 + point version was TOO boring. Original goal set for + 1500 questions. Bestiality and Group Sex sections + added. Extra credit done away with. Never + released. + + Version 6.1 (1179) - April 20, 1992 + Second major rewrite. New goal of 1300 questions. + RHPS and Kitchen Utensil sections added. Questions + added here and there. One copy made. + + Version 6.2 (1208) - April 21, 1992 + Sections put in more logical order. Questions added + here and there. One copy made. + + Version 6.3 (1275) - April 22, 1992 + Sections re-named to entertain and confuse + everybody. Genesis/History sections reinstated. + Never released, but original goal of 1500 looks good + again. + + Version 6.4 (1372) - April 24, 1992 + Cult section added. Introduction from 500 point + version put back in (it was deleted from 1000 point + version). Disclaimer added. One copy made. + + Version 6.5 (1454) - May 1, 1992 + Time gap between updates due to RHPS playing locally + and sickness of the editor. The plan was to finish + before the weekend was over. + + Version 6.6 (1500) - May 1, 1992 + We couldn't stand being so close to the end so we + worked all day. One copy made for checking and + correcting. + + Version 6.6a (1500) - May 3, 1992 + Erased a question from RHPS and added to Kitchen + Utensils so as to have 42 questions in each section. + Slight errors edited out. Answer sheet made. + + Version 6.6b (1500) - August 17, 1992 + After a "Purity Beta Test Party," we all promptly + forgot about making the final version. But, + eventually, we got around to rearranging the + sections, changing a few questions, and editing + out every error (that we noticed). This was the + version released to the general public. + + + Instructions for Use: + + This is a fairly long test consisting of 1500 questions. It starts + out tame and gets progressively worse (or better, depending on your + viewpoint). There are many ways of going about taking this test. You + can, of course, as your right, guaranteed by the Constitution, + be anti-social and sequester yourself in your room and take this test + all by yourself; however, we feel that the most fun way to utilize + this test is to hold a Purity Test Party. All you need is one copy of + the test, and a bunch of friends. (Lots of writing implements and + paper would be useful too.) The person with the copy of the test is + the test administrator; s/he reads the questions out loud and + everybody else writes down their answers. We have no definite rules + as to whether the participants are required to divulge their answers; + that is up to the group to decide. However, being open with your + answers leads to some great conversations. But no matter what you + decide, each person's purity score should be made common knowledge. + (The person with the highest score gets to be giggled at for the rest + of his/her life.) This works great at parties and lets everybody know + who's easy and who isn't, so you'll know who to go home with. Don't + leave home without it. + + On the whole, this is biased for experience and, hence, age. If you're + still too young to qualify, well, these things take time. Chaste + makes waste. Virginity can be cured. Remember: the conjugation is + "I am erotic, You are kinky, They are perverts" + + All questions in this test pertain to events that have happened to you + subsequent to your weaning and babyhood/infancy. Anything that may + have happened before that time is considered not standing and void. + + + Definitions: (for the innocent, naive, or too busy) + + Necking: the kissing or stroking of a persons head or neck, the + stroking of arms hands or back. + Petting: the above plus the caressing or fondling of other + portions of anatomy; through or underneath clothing. + Sexual activity: all of the above, plus what your puerile + imagination dreams up. Doesn't necessarily mean penetration (but + it can). + Posslq : "person of the opposite sex sharing living quarters." + Bureaucrat for live-in lover. + Masturbation: the rubbing/feeling of your genitals. Doesn't need to + be to orgasm. Can be through clothing. + Mutual Masturbation: You masturbating your partner and/or you being + masturbated. Not necessarily both at the same time. + + + Scoring: + + This is a yes-or-no test, so just make sure you have noticeably + different marks for yes and for no. Common ones are an X and an O, a + check mark and a smiley face, whatever. When you are finished, count + up all of the "no" answers and divide that number by 15. That is your + "percentage purity." Or, if you have less "yes" answers than "no," + count THOSE up and subtract from 1500. Then divide THAT number by 15. + + We would now like to bring to your attention that there is no passing + nor failing score. Therefore, one really shouldn't worry too much + about getting a high score...even if you do get giggled at for the + rest of your life. + + --- ALL TECHNICALITIES COUNT --- + + And, most of all, this is entertainment. Have as much fun in the + taking as was had in the making. + + + Note to the test administrator: + + Even though we tried to prevent it, this test can get monotonous. Try + to "liven" it up by adding comments and goofiness wherever you want + to. Encourage testees to be open with their answers. Taking a break + is allowed, but not recommended. Plan on a few hours. Order some + pizza. Get a keg. Have a party. + + + ------------------------------------------ + + Perverts Anonymous Qualification Exam + Version 6.6b 02:36.42am August 17, 1992 + primary writer: Steamed Rhubarb Fondue (J. A. Pfaff) + contributing writers: Wolvorine (Owen Kuhn), Astra (JAN!), + and friends and family of The Erotic Nightmare Revue + Toledo, Ohio, USA + + ------------------------------------------ + + + + I. The Lamer Section + (Good Clean, 'Wholesome' Activities - 90 Questions) + + Have you ever: + + 1. held hands with someone? + 2. hugged somebody? + 3. kissed a friend or stranger as a friendly gesture? + 4. kissed a friend or stranger as an unfriendly gesture? + 5. flirted? + 6. been on a date? + 7. been on a date past one a.m.? + 8. stood someone up? + 9. dated someone on a regular basis? + 10. gone steady? + 11. slam danced? + 12. slow danced? + 13. copped a feel while slow dancing? + 14. tangoed? + 15. waltzed? + 16. lambadaed? + 17. had the symptoms of Russian (rushing) Fingers? + 18. had the symptoms of Roman (roaming) Hands? + 19. asked someone who you were not going out with and had never gone + out with if he/she was a virgin? + 20. french kissed? + 21. necked? + 22. attended sub races, watched for UFO's, or similar activity? + 23. hot tubbed in mixed company (jacuzzi or hydropool)? + 24. hot tubbed in the nude? + 25. hot tubbed in the nude in mixed company? + 26. while hot tubbing been groped under the water? + 27. while hot tubbing groped someone under the water? + 28. saunaed or steam bathed in mixed company? + 29. in the nude? + 30. in the nude in mixed company? + 31. put suntan lotion, cocoa butter, or baby oil on someone (at beach + or pool)? + 32. had someone put suntan lotion, cocoa butter, or baby oil on you? + 33. played post office (or other kissing game)? + 34. played pony express (post office with more horsing around)? + 35. played doctor? + 36. played Twister? + 37. played Naked Twister? + 38. been picked up? + 39. picked someone up? + 40. picked up sailors (marines, soldiers)? + 41. had a one night stand? + 42. been hit by a thrown chalk eraser (by the teacher)? + 43. been in intellectual combat with an unarmed person, and not given + them a running head start? + 44. been on a pub crawl? + 45. slept on watch? + 46. slept in your undies? + 47. slept in the nude? + 48. slept in class? + 49. interrupted a lecture with your snoring? + 50. bundled (archaic, the sharing of sleeping arrangements by persons + of the opposite sex while clothed. In theory, nothing goes on.)? + 51. played footsie or 'kneesie'? + 52. played footsie or 'kneesie' with someone not your date, + significant other or spouse? + 53. been unable to share a bed, sleeping bag or other sleeping + arrangements without something steamy happening? + 54. used tickling as a pickup or getting to know you better activity? + 55. used physical strength, power, prowess (or lack thereof), as a + pickup or getting to know you better routine? + 56. lusted in your heart for someone without their knowledge? + 57. dropped hints to somebody you lusted after in the hopes he/she + would pick up on it? + 58. send anonymous love letters to someone? + 59. been in or started a food fight? + 60. photocopied parts of your body, such as your face, hands or feet + 61. read the Song of Solomon? + 62. read The National Geographic? + 63. kissed and told? + 64. been unable to cuss someone out in language acceptable in polite + society (e.g. is your cursing run of the mill, or do you have + some class)? + 65. used 'fuck' or 'shit' as a noun, adverb, adjective, pronoun, + infix, suffix, prefix or prepositional article in a sentence? + 66. done something that you don't want someone to know about + (parents, employer, boy/girlfriend, spouse, roommate)? + 67. never been amused about something you thought too embarrassing to + explain to another? + 68. cussed in your sleep? + 69. worn a strapless gown? + 70. skipped class? + 71. skipped class with teacher? + 72. had someone refuse to be with your because you whistled dirty + songs? + 73. been a bore (not a pig-like thing in a previous life)? + 74. been bar hopping? + 75. been overcome by celibacy and didn't like it? + 76. been afraid you were slipping into monogamy + 77. been to a cocktail party? + 78. drank beer because you liked to piss? + 79. tried to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the center + of a Tootsie Roll Pop (it's NOT three)? + 80. dyed a pet strange colours (green, pink or purple)? + 81. dyed your hair an outrageous colour (deliberately)? + 82. owned a Slinky? + 83. hung a Slinky out a window? + 84. owned a Bill The Cat doll? + 85. hung Bill from the ceiling? + 86. thrown Bill down the stairs? + 87. thrown Bill out a window? + 88. videotaped a throwing of Bill for later playback? + 89. hung a stuffed animal in effigy? + 90. owned or driven a VW Microbus (with the shovels and rakes and + implements of destruction)? + + + + II. Who Says You Need a Partner? OR I'm The Best I've Ever Had + (Autoerotica and Mono-Sexualism - 91 Questions) + + (while the actions described here are usually done in private, it + counts if others were present) + + Have you: + + 91. scratched and sniffed any catalog? + 92. been sexually aroused? + 93. had an arousing or sexually explicit dream (Wet Dreams and the + like)? + 94. skinny-dipped alone? + 95. read or bought erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit + periodicals? + 96. read or bought pornographic material that might be described as + really gross? + 97. subscribed to any erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit + periodicals? (include alt.sex, alt.sex.whatever) + 98. read erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit books? + 99. read classic pornographic books (Candy, Fanny Hill, Naked Came + the Stranger)? + 100. been bored while reading erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit literature? + 101. written erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit literature + (lust letters count)? + 102. misspelled 'dirty' words, or misspelled other words as + 'dirty' words? + 103. read any sex manuals (e.g. Joy of Sex, Everything you always + wanted to Know about Sex)? + 104. read Krafft-Ebing's Psychopathia Sexualis? + 105. read the Kama Sutra? + 106. read any Presidential report on obscenity? + 107. underlined, or marked 'good' parts? + 108. made an obscene phone call anonymously? + 109. received an anonymous obscene phone call? + 110. received an obscene phone call and had it turned you on? + 111. called any phone sex numbers (recorded or live)? + 112. recorded an obscene call for later playback? + 113. worked at a live phone sex number? + 114. had phone sex with a friend? + 115. masturbated (if you either blush at this question or answer 'no' + to it, give up now and go listen to some Lawrence Welk)? + 116. masturbated more than four times in 24 hours? + 117. masturbated on a regular basis (more than once a week)? + 118. masturbated on a set schedule (Oops, gotta go, Mom. It's time + for my 3:00 jerk-off)? + 119. masturbated to orgasm (isn't that the point?)? + 120. masturbated to multiple orgasm? + 121. fainted while masturbating as a result of orgasm? + 122. target-practice masturbated (females, too; it IS possible)? + 123. masturbated with a pillow or mattress? + 124. masturbated on a houseplant? + 125. used an aid while masturbating (dildo, pocket pussy, etc.)? + 126. used an inflatable doll for masturbating? + 127. masturbated against a house-hold appliance (ie, washing machine + on spin cycle)? + 128. masturbated with food? + 129. eaten the food afterwards? + 130. fantasized about someone while masturbating? + 131. fantasized about someone masturbating while masturbating? + 132. fantasized while masturbating that you were of the opposite sex? + 133. masturbated while reading erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit literature? + 134. masturbated while reading textbooks (biology or human sexuality + don't count)? + 135. masturbated while watching an R or X rated movie in private + (cable, videotape, or film)? + 136. masturbated while watching an R or X rated movie in public + (a theatre)? + 137. masturbated while on the phone (no kinky interpretations of "on + the phone". This means you were talking to somebody through the + phone lines while you were masturbating. The other party need + not know what you were doing, you little pervert)? + 138. masturbated while driving? + 139. masturbated in a public bathroom? + 140. masturbated in a public bathroom of the opposite sex? + 141. masturbated in any public place? + 142. masturbated in the wild? + 143. masturbated where there was the possibility of being caught? + 144. been "caught" masturbating? + 145. adjusted your genitals in public (you'd think they'd be set at + the factory)? + 146. performed oral sex on yourself (yes, it IS possible)? + 147. "basted" yourself (inserting a turkey baster into a major orifice + and doing the suction thing)? + 148. inserted anything into your rectum and then walked around all + day? + 149. affected an accent (SCA or Theatre doesn't count)? + 150. asked a female friend, of her new male friend, '.. is he hung'? + 151. sent a strip o gram? + 152. done a strip tease for someone? + 153. been to a burlesque show (Rocky Horror counts)? + 154. been to a peep show? + 155. been to a live sex show? + 156. been to a erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit movie? + 157. been to a private showing of a erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit movie (The classic 'stag' party, even if you're female)? + 158. held a private showing of an erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit movie? + 159. practiced autoerotic asphyxia (trying to heighten your sexual + pleasure through semi-suffocation)? + 160. bought or made a codpiece or padded bra? + 161. worn a codpiece or padded bra? + 162. wished you were of the opposite sex? + 163. decided that if you were to be of the opposite sex you'd want to + be homosexual? + 164. had a friend of the opposite sex that you traded clothes with? + 165. had a sex change operation (they do amazing things with velcro)? + 166. worn clothing that was "revealing" (either of your figure, or + that emphasized 'strategic' locations)? + 167. worn clothing that you didn't know was THAT revealing (like the + seat has ripped out or such)? + 168. gone for more than one day in the same set of underwear? + 169. been in public without wearing underwear? + 170. photocopied personal portions of your anatomy (tits, ass, or + genitals)? + 171. programed a computer to orgasm (yours or the computers, doesn't + matter)? + 172. cruised (in an automobile)? + 173. cruised the bars? + 174. cruised the gay bars? + 175. cruised the leather bars? + 176. used toys to act out fantasies (Barbie dolls, My Little Pony, + etc)? + 177. owned an erotic art piece (like the cat woman's phallic symbol in + A Clockwork Orange)? + 178. sculpted an erotic art piece out of a sculptable material (clay, + wood, soap, etc)? + 179. sculpted anything erotic out of food (mashed potatoes, etc)? + 180. eaten the erotic food? + 181. made an X or R rated snowman (or woman)? + + + + III. How Low Will You Go? + (Ethical Considerations - 146 Questions) + + Have you: + + 182. told bad jokes? + 183. made puns? + 184. made puns on obscenities (e.g. "knock knock." 'who's there?' + "fornication", 'fornication who' "fornication like this you + should wear a black tie")? + 185. told shaggy dog stories? + 186. flubbed a punch line? + 187. worked at a fast-food place? + 188. worked at a fast-food place for over a year? + 189. held a grudge? + 190. recited limericks? + 191. served cheap booze? + 192. passed cheap booze as the expensive stuff? + 193. not paid your library fines? + 194. lied? + 195. lied to somebody at somebody else's request? + 196. lied about your sexual preference to avoid a date? + 197. been in adultery (technically it's only if you were married, but + counts if you weren't)? + 198. started a fight? + 199. started a bar fight? + 200. started a brawl? + 201. instigated a raid (panty or otherwise)? + 202. instigated a border raid? + 203. instigated a border war? + 204. watched Benny Hill, Monty Python, Dr. Ruth, Donahue, Geraldo or + Oprah? + 205. watched primetime soaps? + 206. considered romance to be whatever gets him/her out of his/her + clothes? + 207. considered anything more than a towel "overdressed"? + 208. not considered living together without benefit of clergy or legal + sanction a sin (can't live in sin if you don't believe in it)? + 209. not respected the sanctity of living in sin (e.g., hit up on + someone regardless of whether they lived with another)? + 210. implied greater or lesser (non-sexual) experience than you + actually possessed? + 211. implied greater or lesser sexual experience than you actually + possessed? + 212. not thought it promiscuous having different partners annually? + 213. not thought it promiscuous having different partners monthly? + 214. not thought it promiscuous having different partners weekly? + 215. not thought it promiscuous having different partners daily? + 216. not thought it promiscuous having different partners at a time? + 217. had sex with someone whose name you didn't know at the time? + 218. had sex with someone whose name you still don't know? + 219. had sex with someone whose name you don't remember? + 220. had sex with someone whose name you don't want to know? + 221. had sex with someone whose language you don't (or didn't) know? + 222. had sex with someone whose face you never saw? + 223. had sexual activity (not necessarily intercourse) with someone + ten or more years younger than you? + 224. had sexual activity with someone ten or more years older than + you? + 225. had sex (penetration) with someone half your age? + 226. had sex with someone twice your age? + 227. had sex with someone for revenge (on them, on their current or + ex-, on your current or ex-)? + 228. been thought to have installed a 'takaticket' machine (as in 'now + serving number...')? + 229. gone to a motel for the sole purpose of sexual activity? + 230. lied about how old you were for purposes of sexual activity? + 231. lied about how old you were in order to obtain alcohol? + 232. broken your word, vow or promise? + 233. told someone you loved them when you did not? + 234. were nice to someone in hopes of having sex with them? + 235. told someone that you loved them strictly because you wanted + sex with them? + 236. fantasized during sexual activity about somebody other than the + one present during sexual activity? + 237. fantasized during sexual activity that you were somebody else? + 238. fantasized during sexual activity about Smurfs (or any cartoon + character)? + 239. faked orgasm (guys too)? + 240. told them they were great when they weren't? + 241. intentionally 'eavesdroped' while others were engaged in sexual + activity? + 242. plotted conspiracy? + 243. plotted murder (commission is covered later)? + 244. shown erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit movies or videos + to get someone in the mood? + 245. used alcohol to lower someone's inhibitions about sexual activity + (yours included)? + 246. used another drug to lower someone's inhibitions about sexual + activity (yours included)? + 247. dipped into capital (been unable to live on one's investment + income. An 'Old Money' no-no. If you have to ask the answer is + 'no.')? + 248. kited checks? + 249. used credit cards without the owner's consent or knowledge? + 250. traded on inside information? + 251. ignored someone because you didn't want to admit you had sex with + them? + 252. wanted something or someone that someone else has, simply because + they have it and you don't (coveted)? + 253. gone on a date in one night with two or more people with each + person unaware of the other(s)? + 254. gone steady with two or more people with each person unaware of + the other(s)? + 255. gone steady with two or more people with all aware of the + other(s)? + 256. implied having had sex with someone when you hadn't? + 257. denied having sex with someone when you had (not telling your + parents is merely survival)? + 258. gossiped? + 259. had a "sex contest" with friends (where the object is to see who + can score with more people)? + 260. been in military service? + 261. put an ad in the persons to persons? + 262. put an ad for a sex partner? + 263. advertised for a sex partner including a photograph? + 264. answered an advert for a sex partner? + 265. exited through a window because someone came home unexpectedly? + 266. taken someone someplace to be seen in their company? + 267. taken someone someplace to be seen in their company by someone in + particular? + 268. been in a wet t-shirt contest? + 269. won a wet t-shirt contest? + 270. judged a wet t-shirt contest? + 271. been in a whose-better-physically-equipped contest (guys or + girls)? + 272. won a whose-better-physically-equipped contest (zzzip.. :thud:)? + 273. participated in a "sword-fight" with yours or somebody else's + naughty bits (use your imagination)? + 274. given your kids unusual names based on puns (Shanda Lear, Laurel + Ann Hardy)? + 275. given your kids unusual names in general (Dweezel)? + 276. named your child after a porn star (John Holmes Smith, Amber Lynn + Cunningham, etc.)? + 277. named your child after a porn star without the other parent + knowing the origin of the name? + 278. given your cat or dog a mohawk or a punk harido? + 279. gone to a scary movie as an excuse to get close to someone? + 280. fed someone 'treif' (eg non-kosher food, as in, a ham and cheese + sandwich. Only counts if they were keeping kosher at the time)? + 281. mixed meat and dairy? + 282. eaten 'treif' (i.e. non-kosher food. Only counts if you were + keeping kosher at the time)? + 283. eaten during daylight during Ramadan? + 284. eaten read meat on Friday (an RC no-no)? + 285. fed someone dogfood? + 286. been in a gross out contest? + 287. been in a gross out contest, and won? + 288. hired someone more for their looks? + 289. wife-(or husband) swapped? + 290. wanted to trade them in for a working model? + 291. been willing to trade 'em off cheap? + 292. flirted with in-laws? + 293. told somebody something "for their own good"? + 294. had sex without the use of a birth control method more effective + than prayer (Oh God don't let me/her get pregnant)? + 295. had sex without the use of even prayer (they call people who do + this frequently "parents")? + 296. had sex with the "pull-out" method of birth control? + 297. pulled out and come in his/her mouth (or had someone pull out an + come in your mouth) so as to not have to clean up afterwards? + 298. welshed on a bet or wager? + 299. offered sexual favors as payoff for a wager? + 300. offered another's sexual favors as payoff for your wager? + 301. feared that you might be (or caused someone to be) + unintentionally pregnant? + 302. found out that you were (or caused someone to be) unintentionally + pregnant? + 303. drooled on someone? + 304. had someone drool on you? + 305. always accepted sex (never refused it regardless of race, + creed, colour, religion, age, gender, condition, or politics)? + 306. accepted sloppy seconds (it's better than nothing)? + 307. offered sex for money or other consideration (a better grade, + raise, "services rendered")? + 308. had sex with someone who was merely doing you a favor? + 309. demanded sex for money or other consideration ("Put out or walk"/ + "I'll scream if you don't" are but the more blatant forms)? + 310. coerced someone into having sex with you (you were going to be + impossible to be with unless your hormone level was lowered)? + 311. accepted sex for money or other consideration (a better grade, + raise, "services rendered")? + 312. cashed in your soda-pop can lids (the ones that if you get it off + of the can in once piece you get a free fuck)? + 313. offered a sympathy fuck? + 314. offered a sympathy fuck, and been rejected (time to go back to + the masturbation section)? + 315. drank all but the last quarter inch from the milk carton or + water bottle and put it back in the cooler (so you wouldn't have + to refill it)? + 316. woke up the next morning with the computer keyboard on your + pillow (you might be programming too much)? + 317. tried to convince your partner that intercourse would help + prevent/relieve cramps? + 318. tried to convince your partner that oral sex was good for the + complexion? + 319. considered sperm a protein supplement (works better than peanuts + on those long summer nights)? + 320. questioned someone about their sex life when they were incapable + of not answering (e.g. they were truly wasted, or talking in + their sleep)? + 321. questioned a significant other about their sex life when they + were incapable of not answering? + 322. used whatever they said against them? + 323. read somebody's diary without his/her consent or knowledge? + 324. searched somebody's room/house without his/her consent or + knowledge? + 325. attempted to corrupt someone's morals? + 326. attempted to corrupt someone's morals and discover it is too + late? + 327. attempted to corrupt someone's morals only to discover they know + things you don't? + + + + IV. I Fought the Law and *I* Won + (Legal technicalities - 70 Questions) + + Have you: + + 328. deliberately bounced a check? + 329. shoplifted? + 330. 'borrowed' something of value with no intention of returning + it ('borrowing' kleenex, condoms or tampons, doesn't count)? + 331. written graffiti? + 332. committed murder? + 333. attempted to commit suicide? + 334. succeeded? + 335. had a fake id? + 336. manufactured a fake id? + 337. speeded (automotive, not pharmaceutical)? + 338. drag raced (on the street)? + 339. driven without a license? + 340. driven while suspended? + 341. bought or sold anything on a black market? + 342. stolen any item or cash? + 343. stolen a kiss? + 344. used bootleg software? + 345. plotted felony (that's conspiracy and may count)? + 346. operated a vehicle or piece of heavy machinery while intoxicated? + 347. plotted treason (betrayal of state secrets)? + 348. lead someone to believe they were the father when they weren't? + 349. lead someone to believe they weren't the father when they were? + 350. been liable for arrest on a morals charge (pandering, pimping, + prostitution, impersonating a human being)? + 351. been a pool, card or chess shark? + 352. incited to riot? + 353. plotted a coup (civic class doesn't count)? + 354. committed sedition (plotting to overthrow the government)? + 355. committed sedation (bored an audience to sleep)? + 356. committed treason? + 357. been thought politically unreliable? + 358. been thought politically reliable? + 359. looted, raped, pillaged or burned (The Barbarian Pentathlon)? + 360. sent a chain letter? + 361. started a chain letter? + 362. made unregistered explosive devices (bombs)? + 363. made or acquired 'elint' (electronic intelligence) equipment + (bugs)? + 364. installed or used 'elint' equipment (wiretaps, tape recorders, + etc)? + 365. stayed for a second feature having paid only for the first? + 366. removed the tag that says "do not remove under penalty of law"? + 367. rode public transportation w/o paying? + 368. raised tuition/rent by streetwalking? + 369. pistol whipped someone? + 370. been a bigamist (that's very bigamy to admit it)? + 371. carried concealed weapons? + 372. evaded taxes? + 373. evaded custom duties by not declaring something subject to a + duty or tax? + 374. been cited in divorce proceedings as the other woman/man? + 375. been cited in divorce proceedings as the other woman/man and + wish you actually were? + 376. deliberately failed to pay child support? + 377. had someone buy alcohol for you while you were still a minor? + 378. bought your own alcohol while still a minor? + 379. been drunk while still a minor? + 380. bought alcohol for minors? + 381. had sexual activity while under the age of consent (masturbation + doesn't count)? + 382. had sexual activity while under the age of consent with + someone over the age of consent? + 383. had sexual activity since reaching the age of consent with + someone under the age of consent? + 384. plagiarized? + 385. been to a "public bath"? + 386. patronized a prostitute? + 387. been to a "massage parlor"? + 388. been to a brothel as a customer? + 389. been to a brothel as an employee? + 390. contracted a 'social' disease (not just the common cold)? + 391. contracted mono? + 392. been treated for exposure to a STD (sexually transmitted + disease) because someone you'd been with had been? + 393. had a curable STD? + 394. had an incurable STD + 395. had sex with someone knowing you had been exposed to a STD? + 396. had sex with someone knowing they had been exposed to a STD? + 397. gotten a 'frequent flier' bonus at the free clinic? + + + + V. Mekka Lekka Hi, Mekka Hiney Ho + (Cults, Occults, Ghosts, Aliens, and Weirdness - 30 Questions) + + Have you: + + 398. spotted Elvis at a 7-11 (or wherever)? + 399. been a member of the Order, Aryan Nation, or the like? + 400. joined a nunnery or a monastery because you were sick of sex? + 401. been a member of a religious group outside of a world-accepted + religion (Satan worship, Vegisexual, etc)? + 402. been a member of a cult? + 403. been a high-ranking member in any non-accepted group (and, even + though Wicca is an accepted religion, we'll take that, too)? + 404. played a record backwards to hear the message? + 405. actually heard the message? + 406. participated in a satanic ritual? + 407. sold your soul to the devil? + 408. drunk blood? + 409. sacrificed an animal in a religious ritual? + 410. sacrificed a human in a religious ritual? + 411. used a Ouija board? + 412. followed your horoscope? + 413. had your Tarot cards read or read someone else's? + 414. participated in a seance? + 415. communicated with another plane? + 416. had visual contact with someone/thing from another plane? + 417. been to another plane? + 418. had an out of body experience? + 419. practiced witchcraft? + 420. cast a spell for amusement? + 421. cast a spell for revenge? + 422. cast a spell for somebody else? + 423. had a spell backfire with disasterous effects? + 424. seen a UFO + 425. communicated with beings from another world (aliens)? + 426. been on a UFO? + 427. are you an alien? + + + + VI. This Looks Like a Good Place for a Stick-Up (Non-Platonic + Activities (the steamy part) Part 1 - Men) + (86 Questions) + + With or by a person of the male gender, have you: + + 428. been propositioned for necking or petting by a man? + 429. been propositioned for any sexual practice by a man? + 430. been pinched or patted on the buttocks by a man? + 431. been kissed below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 432. received a hickey (or had the attempt if you are hard to get)? + 433. received a hickey in an intimate location? + 434. received scratch marks or nail marks? + 435. been bit or nibbled upon? + 436. been bit in an intimate location? + 437. had your clothed leg fondled or stroked by a man? + 438. had your clothed body fondled or stroked? + 439. had your clothed breast or nipples fondled or stroked? + 440. had your covered genitals fondled, pet, stroked, or otherwise + handled? + 441. had your bare legs fondled or stroked by a man? + 442. had your bare body fondled or stroked? + 443. had your bare breast or nipples fondled or stroked? + 444. had your bare genitals fondled, pet, stroked, or otherwise + handled? + 445. propositioned a man for necking or petting? + 446. propositioned a man for any sexual practice? + 447. pinched or patted a man's buttocks? + 448. kissed below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 449. petted above or below the waist? + 450. given a hickey? + 451. given a hickey in an intimate location? + 452. left scratches or nail marks? + 453. left teeth marks? + 454. left teeth marks in an intimate location? + 455. fondled or stroked a man's clothed legs? + 456. fondled or stroked a man's clothed body? + 457. stroked or fondled a man's clothed breast or nipple? + 458. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a man's covered + genitals? + 459. fondled or stroked a man's bare legs? + 460. fondled or stroked a man's bare body? + 461. stroked or fondled a man's bare breast or nipple? + 462. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a man's bare + genitals? + 463. been involved with pelvic thrusting while clothed (it really + drives you insa-a-ane)? + 464. had sex with a man? + 465. had you fingers licked or sucked? + 466. licked or sucked a man's fingers? + 467. had your ear, or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked or + nibbled? + 468. licked, breathed onto, sucked or nibbled a man's ear or ear + region? + 469. fondled a man who was asleep? + 470. woken up being fondled? + 471. had sex with a man who was asleep and he didn't wake up? + 472. had sex with a man who was asleep and he did wake up? + 473. slept through sexual activity (him doing it to you)? + 474. woken up in the midst of a man having sexual activity with you? + 475. given a man a backrub or massage with ulterior motives? + 476. did it work? + 477. been petted to orgasm? + 478. petted to orgasm? + 479. performed fellatio ("oral stimulation of the penis" Webster)? + 480. tasted a man's orgasmic fluids? + 481. gagged when they came in your mouth? + 482. received oral sex? + 483. performed mutual oral sex ('69')? + 484. performed mutual masturbation? + 485. watched while a man masturbated? + 486. had a man watch while you masturbated? + 487. orgasmed in him (if possible)? + 488. had him orgasm in you? + 489. orgasmed on him? + 490. had him orgasm on you? + 491. kissed a man (or boy) on a first date? + 492. necked with a man (or boy) on a first date? + 493. petted with a man (or boy) on a first date? + 494. had oral sex on a first date? + 495. given oral sex on a first date? + 496. fucked on a first date? + 497. had oral sex instead of intercourse? + 498. performed anal sex on a man (dildo or whatever)? + 499. received anal sex from a man (dildo or whatever)? + 500. performed oral stimulation of the anus on a man? + 501. received oral stimulation of the anus from a man? + 502. been seen naked under good lighting by a man (note: nude is + expected (e.g. in a shower room or at a nude beach), naked + is when you didn't expect to be seen (e.g. in the + bathroom).)? + 503. seen a man naked under good lighting? + 504. undressed under good lighting, knowing a man was watching you? + 505. been in a man's company while both of you were nude without + anything steamy happening? + 506. bathed or showered with a man? + 507. let a man wash you when you were perfectly capable of doing it + yourself? + 508. washed a man who was perfectly capable of washing himself? + 509. had sex while in the shower? + 510. had sex while taking a bath? + 511. seduced a man? + 512. allowed yourself to be seduced? + 513. had sex with a virgin (not yourself)? + + + + VII. Julia Child, Eat Yourself Out + (Kitchen Utensils and Power Tools - 42 Questions) + + Do you own, or have you ever owned, the following: + + 514. a manual can opener? + 515. an electric can opener? + 516. a spaghetti strainer? + 517. a variable-speed blender? + 518. an electric mixer? + 519. a really, really big spoon? + 520. a fondue fork? + 521. corn on the cob holders? + 522. a turnip twaddler? + 523. an ice-cream scooper? + 524. chopsticks? + 525. salad tongs? + 526. a salad shooter? + 527. a salad scooper? + 528. a veg-o-matic? + 529. an electric juicer? + 530. a tea-leaf strainer? + 531. a socket wrench (English)? + 532. a socket wrench (metric)? + 533. a screwdriver (Flathead)? + 534. a screwdriver (phillips)? + 535. an electric screwdriver? + 536. an electric hammer? + 537. an electric dog-polisher? + 538. a gasoline-powered turtle-neck sweater? + 539. a tackle box? + 540. a metal spatula (NOT a flipper. There's a difference. A spatula + is long, skinny, and NOT bent)? + 541. a rubber spatula? + 542. a pocket fisherman? + 543. a power drill? + 544. a chain saw? + 545. a flame thrower? + 546. a mig welder? + 547. a jack-hammer? + 548. a bulldozer? + 549. a wreaking-ball? + + 550. have you used a spatula for flogging purposes? + 551. do you fanatise about new and unusual utensils or tools? + 552. do you get excited when you enter a kitchen or work-room? + 553. have you used any of the above for masturbation? + 554. have you used any of the above for any sexual practice? + + 42. have you ever owned The Spatula (if you have to ask, the answer + is 'no')? + + + + VIII. Something Smells Fishy Down Here + (Non-Platonic Activities (the steamy part) Part 2 - Women) + (84 Questions) + + With or by a person of the female gender, have you: + + 556. been propositioned by a woman for necking or petting? + 557. been propositioned by a woman for any sexual practice? + 558. been pinched or patted on the buttocks by a woman? + 559. been kissed below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 560. received a hickey (or had the attempt if you are hard to get)? + 561. received a hickey in an intimate location? + 562. been scratched or marked by her? + 563. been nibbled or bit? + 564. been nibbled or bit in an intimate location? + 565. had your clothed legs fondled or stroked by a woman? + 566. had your clothed body fondled or stroked? + 567. had your clothed breast or nipples fondled or stroked? + 568. had your covered genitals fondled, stroked, pet, or otherwise + handled? + 569. had your bare legs your bare legs fondled or stroked by a woman? + 570. had your bare body fondled or stroked? + 571. had your bare breast or nipples fondled or stroked? + 572. have your bare genitals fondled, stroked, pet, or otherwise + handled? + 573. propositioned a woman for necking or petting? + 574. propositioned a woman for any sexual practice? + 575. pinched or patted a woman's buttocks? + 576. kissed a woman below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 577. petted above or below the waist? + 578. given a hickey to a woman? + 579. given a hickey in an intimate location? + 580. left scratches or nail marks on her? + 581. left teeth marks? + 582. left teeth marks in an intimate location? + 583. fondled or stroked a woman's clothed legs? + 584. fondled or stroked a woman's clothed body? + 585. stroked or fondled a woman's clothed breast or nipple? + 586. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a woman's + covered genitals? + 587. fondled or stroked a woman's bare legs? + 588. fondled or stroked a woman's bare body? + 589. stroked or fondled a woman's bare breast or nipple? + 590. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a woman's bare + genitals? + 591. been involved with pelvic thrusting while clothed? + 592. had sex with a woman? + 593. had you fingers licked or sucked? + 594. licked or sucked a woman's fingers? + 595. had your ear, or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked or + nibbled? + 596. licked, breathed onto, sucked or nibbled a woman's ear? + 597. fondled a woman who was asleep? + 598. woken up being fondled? + 599. had sex with a woman who was asleep and she didn't wake up? + 600. had sex with a woman who was asleep and she did wake up? + 601. slept through sexual activity (she doing it to you)? + 602. woken up in the midst of a woman having sexual activity with + you? + 603. given a woman a backrub or massage with ulterior motives? + 604. did it work? + 605. been petted to orgasm? + 606. petted to orgasm? + 607. performed cunnilingus ("oral stimulation of the vulva or + clitoris")? + 608. tasted a woman's orgasmic fluids? + 609. received oral sex? + 610. performed mutual oral sex ('69')? + 611. performed mutual masturbation? + 612. watched while a woman masturbated? + 613. had a woman watch while you masturbated? + 614. orgasmed in her (if possible)? + 615. orgasmed on her? + 616. had her orgasm on you? + 617. kissed a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 618. necked with a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 619. petted with a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 620. had oral sex on a first date? + 621. given oral sex on a first date? + 622. fucked on a first date? + 623. had oral sex instead of intercourse? + 624. performed anal sex on a woman (dildo or whatever)? + 625. received anal sex from a woman (dildo or whatever)? + 626. performed oral stimulation of the anus on a woman? + 627. received oral stimulation of the anus from a woman? + 628. been seen naked under good lighting by a woman (note: nude + is expected (e.g. in a shower room or at a nude beach), + naked is when you didn't expect to be seen (e.g. in the + bathroom).)? + 629. seen a woman naked under good lighting? + 630. undressed under good lighting, knowing a woman was watching you? + 631. been in a woman's company while both of you were nude without + anything steamy happening? + 632. bathed or showered with a woman (non-coed facilities don't + count)? + 633. let a woman wash you when you were perfectly capable of doing + it yourself? + 634. washed a woman who was perfectly capable of washing herself? + 635. had sex while in the shower? + 636. had sex while taking a bath? + 637. seduced a woman? + 638. allowed yourself to be seduced? + 639. had sex with a virgin (We're Virgin Destroyers - We won't go down + in history, but we will go down on your little sister)? + + + + IX. The Nitty and the Gritty + (Things To Do and People To Do Them With - 65 Questions) + + Are you now, or have you ever been: + + 640. engaged in heterosexual activity (with a member of the opposite + sex) ? + 641. If you answered 'yes', would you do it again? If you answered + 'no', have you thought about it? + 642. engaged in homosexual activity [with a member of your sex (who + better to know what feels good?)]? + 643. If you answered 'yes', would you do it again? If you answered + 'no', have you thought about it? + 644. engaged in bisexual activity (defined here as sexual activity + with both genders on a relatively even ratio for the period of + time in question)? + 645. If you answered 'yes', would you do it again? If you answered + 'no', have you thought about it? + 646. engaged in incestual activity [with a member of your family + (incest is best - put your sister to the test)]? + 647. yes, again; no, thought? + 648. engaged in homosexual incest (with a member of your family and + gender)? + 649. yes, again; no, thought? + 650. engaged in bestiality (sex with non-humans, not the merely + sub human, so that jerk at the party doesn't count)? + 651. yes, again; no, thought? + 652. engaged in xeno eroticism [sexual activity with alien life + forms (NOT the kind without green cards)]? + 653. yes, again; no, thought? + 654. engaged in pedophilia (sexual activity with pre-teenage + children)? + 655. yes, again; no, thought? + 656. engaged in bondage ('voluntarily', you had some control on + initiation.)? + 657. yes, again; no, thought? + 658. engaged in sodomy (defined as either: 1) copulation with a member + of the same sex or with animals or 2) non-coital intercourse, esp + anal or oral copulation with the opposite sex)? + 659. yes, again; no, thought? + 660. practiced cocrophilia (using feces or filth for sexual + excitement)? + 661. yes, again; no, thought? + 662. practiced frotteurism (masturbation by rubbing against another + person)? + 663. yes, again; no, thought? + 664. practiced mysophilia (a dependency on something soiled or filthy, + such as dirty underwear or used menstrual pads (like the female + gym teacher in Porky's))? + 665. practiced klismaphilia (a dependency on being given an enema)? + 666. practiced zipitage (the picking of other people's zits)? + 667. performed analingus ("oral stimulation of the anus")? + 668. If you answered 'yes', would you do it again? If you answered + 'no', have you thought about it? + 669. practiced "role-playing" for sexual purposes (nurse/patient, + teacher/student, border guard/well-endowed co-ed)? + 670. yes, again; no, thought? + 671. crossed dressed (dressing in clothing of the opposite sex), + other than for a costume party? + 672. yes, again; no, thought? + 673. crossed dressed for a party or as a joke and discovered you + liked it (shouldn't watch Rocky Horror so much)? + 674. yes, again; no, thought? + 675. practiced necrophilia [sex with the dead (truly deceased. That + innocent young virgin you molested doesn't count, no matter how + frigid she was)]? + 676. yes, again; no, thought? + 677. practiced zombiphilia (sex with the undead)? + 678. had a leather fetish? + 679. had a rubber fetish (insisting on the use of rubbers doesn't + qualify)? + 680. performed anal intercourse ("That'd have to be in the butt, + Bob")? + 681. If you answered 'yes', would you do it again? If you answered + 'no', have you thought about it? + 682. caused another person pain for your pleasure (its called sadism)? + 683. yes, again; no, thought? + 684. had another inflict pain for your own pleasure (its called + masochism)? + 685. yes, again; no, thought? + 686. tied up a masochist and refused to cause them pain (its called + cruel)? + 687. used Schedule I (USC 21, sec 812 (c)) drugs (synthetic + opiates, meth-amphetamines, marijuana, hallucinogens, LSD)? + (with over 145 drugs scheduled, we're not listing them all) + 688. yes, again; no, thought? + 689. used Schedule II (USC 21, sec 812 (c)) drugs (opium, coca + leave products (Coca Cola is doesn't count))? + 690. yes, again; no, thought? + 691. used Schedule III (USC 21, sec 812 (c)) drugs ( barbiturates, + lysergic acid, amphetamine)? + 692. yes, again; no, thought? + 693. used Schedule IV (USC 21, sec 812 (c)) drugs (Barbital, chloral + Hydrate, Phenobarbital)? + . been seen M Z[~ +GERBILDOC3 B +1500 Point Purity Test Page *21* of 42 +CR N N @ @ D N N N PRINTER + 694. yes, again; no, thought? + 695. abused Schedule V (USC 21, sec 812 (c)) drugs (codeine)? + 696. yes, again; no, thought? + 697. intentionally urinated on someone (its called 'golden + showers', 'water sports', or piss fights)? + 698. yes, again; no, thought? + 699. intentionally defecated on someone (it's called sick)? + 700. yes, again; no, thought? + 701. intentionally urinated on yourself? + 702. yes, again; no, thought? + 703. intentionally defecated on yourself? + 704. yes, again; no, thought? + + + + X. The Meaning Of Life + (Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n Roll - 124 Questions) + + have you: + + 705. considered the song "I want to hold you hand" suggestive? + 706. considered 'why don't we do it in the road' a reasonable + question? + 707. do you know (no guessing) who followed Hendrix at Woodstock? + 708. been intoxicated from alcohol? + 709. been intoxicated from some other drug? + 710. been intoxicated from a controlled or illicit drug? + 711. introduced someone to 'drugs' in general? + 712. introduced someone to a new (to them) drug? + 713. used over the counter drugs for purposes of getting intoxicated? + 714. taken any drug that you weren't sure what it was, just to + find out what it does (foolish you)? + 715. used prescription drugs that you didn't 'need' or have the + prescription for ('abused' a controlled substance)? + 716. bought or sold a controlled or illicit drug? + 717. bought or sold a controlled or illicit drug, wholesale? + 718. sold as a controlled or illicit drug a non-drug item (burned + somebody)? + 719. bought a controlled or illicit drug in bulk for personal use? + 720. frequently bought controlled or illicit drugs in bulk for + personal use (like weekly or there about)? + 721. had a standing order with your supplier? + 722. taken a non-prescription opiate (heroin, morphine, or opium) + 723. more than 4 times? + 724. ingested cocaine (bolivian marching powder)? + 725. more than once? + 726. more than four times? + 727. smoked crack? + 728. more than once? + 729. more than four times? + 730. freebased? + 731. chugged? + 732. sniffed glue? + 733. smoked the killer weed (tobacco)? + 734. more than once? + 735. on a regular basis? + 736. chain smoked? + 737. smoked the killer weed (marijuana)? + 738. more than once? + 739. more than four times? + 740. smoked the killer weed (oregano)? + 741. smoked the killer weed (parsley)? + 742. smoked banana peels? + 743. smoked clove cigarettes? + 744. chewed tobacco, or snuff? + 745. gargled with hard liquor (No more mediciny breath!)? + 746. had alcohol for breakfast? + 747. drank Coke & nutmeg? + 748. drank Coke & aspirin? + 749. made Alice B. Toklas Cookies (marijuana or hash brownies)? + 750. eaten Alice B. Toklas Cookies? + 751. inhaled nitrous oxide (laughing gas) recreationally? + 752. injected any non-prescription drug into yourself? + 753. more than once? + 754. more than four times? + 755. injected more than one non-prescription drug simultaneously + into yourself? + 756. more than once? + 757. more than four times? + 758. injected any non-prescription drug into someone else? + 759. more than once? + 760. injected more than one non-prescription drug simultaneously + into someone else? + 761. more than once? + 762. played a drinking game? + 763. won a drinking game? + 764. played a game where it was unknown who would be getting drugs + (who's got the pill, etc)? + 765. spiked a punch with alcohol? + 766. spiked a punch with other drugs? + 767. taken any synthetic hallucinogen (MDA, STP, Deep Purple, or + Sandoz)? + 768. did you understand the examples in the last question? + 769. ingested any 'natural' hallucinogen (peyote, mescaline, + 'shrooms, ergot)? + 770. more than once? + 771. more than four times? + 772. had a bad trip? + 773. had a flashback? + 774. gotten a bad batch? + 775. taken hallucinogens for enlightenment, or other philosophical + reason? + 776. taken PCP or other veterinary drug? + 777. more than once? + 778. more than four times? + 779. taken any 'designer' drugs? + 780. done speed or meth-amphetamine? + 781. more than once? + 782. more than four times? + 783. made or synthesized your own drugs? + 784. made or synthesized drugs, 'commercially' (been the lab)? + 785. grown your own? + 786. bred your own? + 787. bought 'moonshine' (any alcoholic beverage made outside the + Federal limit of 200 gallons annually for personal consumption)? + 788. been to a rock concert? + 789. been to a heavy metal concert? + 790. been to a Frank Zappa rock concert? + 791. been to a Barry Manilow concert? + 792. listened to acid rock? + 793. were you at Woodstock? + 794. been a groupie? + 795. been a roadie? + 796. thought about starting a band to meet groupies? + 797. thought about starting a band to get good dope? + 798. actually started a band to get groupies or dope? + 799. told someone you were with the band? + 800. did it work? + 801. sung dirty songs, the kind with no subtlety in the lyrics + (e.g. Let's get drunk and Screw)? + 802. sung bawdy songs (e.g. Polka Dot Undies, Do your ears hang + low, the Bottle Song)? + 803. composed bawdy lyrics? + 804. brewed your own? + 805. had sex while drunk or stoned? + 806. had sex while on acid? + 807. bungee-jumped on acid? + 808. had sex while on any drug? + 809. used the USC Scheduled Drug List as a checklist of what to try? + 810. used the USC Scheduled Drug List as a checklist of what to try + while having sex? + 811. used any drug when you were to wasted to know if it had any + effect (e.g. smoked pot while blitzed)? + 812. used a second drug to cancel out the effects of a first (using + downers after uppers, etc. [it doesn't work])? + 813. taken mood altering drugs without prescription (valium or + quaalude)? + 814. been told you had sex the night before and you can't recall a + thing? + 815. awaken the next morning wondering where you were? + 816. awaken the next morning wondering if you had a good time? + 817. awaken the next morning wondering where you were, and who's + that next to you? + 818. awaken the next morning wondering who you were? + 819. felt like the Three Bears (who's been sleeping in my bed)? + 820. felt like Baby Bear (who's that sleeping in my bed)? + 821. ever thrown up from too much alcohol [aka driven the + porcelain bus, blown chips, tossing your cookies, the + technicolor yawn, praying to the porcelain god, called for + the car (There's Ralph's Buick)]? + 822. ever had blackouts (periods where you don't remember what + happened)? + 823. been hung over? + 824. had a hangover last more than one day? + 825. taken the hair of the dog that bit you (drinking to cure a + hangover)? + 826. been to an AA meeting, or the like? + 827. been to a drug-rehab meeting? + 828. been to a LAGA (Lesbian and Gay Alliance) meeting or the like? + + + + XI. Green Eggs and Ham + (Locality - 178 Questions)) + + "have you done it on a plane, + have you done it on a train; + have you done it in your bed, + have you done it on your head; + Have you, have you, + had green eggs and ham" + (with apologies to Dr Seuss) + + Have you: + + 829. with others in the same room, necked/petted? + 830. with others in the same room, had oral sex? + 831. with others in the same room fucked? + 832. with others in the same room, necked/petted without them knowing? + 833. with others in the same room, had oral sex without them knowing? + 834. with others in the same room, fucked without them knowing? + 835. while parents were sleeping, necked/petted? + 836. while parents were sleeping, had oral sex? + 837. while parents were sleeping, fucked? + 838. while parents were awake, necked/petted? + 839. while parents were awake, had oral sex? + 840. while parents were awake, fucked? + 841. while parents were awake in the same room, necked/petted? + 842. while parents were awake in the same room, had oral sex? + 843. while parents were awake in the same room, fucked? + 844. while hot tubbing, necked/petted? + 845. while hot tubbing, had oral sex? + 846. while hot tubbing, fucked? + 847. in a sauna or steam bath, necked/petted? + 848. in a sauna or steam bath, had oral sex? + 849. in a sauna or steam bath, fucked? + 850. in a chair, couch, recliner, etc, necked/petted? + 851. in a chair, couch, recliner, etc, had oral sex? + 852. in a chair, couch, recliner, etc, fucked? + 853. in a place of religion, necked/petted? + 854. in a place of religion, had oral sex? + 855. in a place of religion, fucked? + 856. in a place of the dead (morgue, cemetery, etc), necked/petted? + 857. in a place of the dead, had oral sex? + 858. in a place of the dead, fucked? + 859. in a contraption of the dead (coffin, urn, etc), necked/petted? + 860. in a contraption of the dead, had oral sex? + 861. in a contraption of the dead, fucked? + 862. during a movie (in a theatre), necked/petted? + 863. during a movie, had oral sex? + 864. during a movie, fucked? + 865. in a sports area (stadium, court, track, or ballfield), + necked/petted? + 866. in a sports area, had oral sex? + 867. in a sports area, fucked? + 868. in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT (a car, + small pickup, minivan, etc), necked/petted? + 869. in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT, had oral + sex? + 870. in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT, fucked? + 871. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 but less than 10,000 + pounds GWT (a van, pickup), necked/petted? + 872. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 but less than 10,000 + pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 873. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 but less than 10,000 + pounds GWT, fucked? + 874. in a stationary vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT (a semi, + RV, tank, etc), necked/petted? + 875. in a stationary vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT, had oral + sex? + 876. in a stationary vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT, fucked? + 877. in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT (a car or small + pickup), necked/petted? + 878. in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 879. in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT, fucked? + 880. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT (a van, pickup), + necked/petted? + 881. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 882. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, fucked? + 883. in a moving vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT, + necked/petted? + 884. in a moving vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 885. in a moving vehicle of more than 10,000 pounds GWT, fucked? + 886. with the operator of a moving vehicle, necked/petted? + 887. with the operator of a moving vehicle, had oral sex? + 888. with the operator of a moving vehicle, fucked? + 889. as the operator of a moving vehicle, necked/petted? + 890. as the operator of a moving vehicle, received oral sex? + 891. as the operator of a moving vehicle, fucked? + 892. on a train, necked/petted? + 893. on a train, had oral sex? + 894. on a train, fucked? + 895. on a roller coaster, necked/petted? + 896. on a roller coaster, had oral sex? + 897. on a roller coaster, fucked? + 898. in a wheelbarrow, necked/petted? + 899. in a wheelbarrow, had oral sex? + 900. in a wheelbarrow, fucked? + 901. on a boat (rowboat, personal yacht, sailboat, etc), + necked/petted? + 902. on a boat, had oral sex? + 903. on a boat, fucked? + 904. on a ship (battleship, aircraft carrier, etc), necked/petted? + 905. on a ship, had oral sex? + 906. on a ship, fucked? + 907. in an aircraft (airplane, blimp, zepplin, hovercraft, hot-air + balloon, UFO, etc) in flight, necked/petted? + 908. in an aircraft in flight, had oral sex? + 909. in an aircraft in flight, fucked? + 910. on public transportation (bus, subway, tram or trolley), + necked/petted? + 911. on public transportation, had oral sex? + 912. on public transportation, fucked? + 913. on a school bus, necked/petted? + 914. on a school bus, had oral sex? + 915. on a school bus, fucked? + 916. on horseback, necked/petted (just don't scare the horses)? + 917. on horseback, had oral sex? + 918. on horseback, fucked? + 919. on a bicycle in motion, necked/petted? + 920. on a bicycle in motion, had oral sex? + 921. on a bicycle in motion, fucked? + 922. in a telephone booth, voting booth, hall closet, or other small, + non-moving enclosure, necked/petted? + 923. in a telephone booth, voting booth, hall closet, or other small, + non-moving enclosure, had oral sex? + 924. in a telephone booth, voting booth, hall closet, or other small, + non-moving enclosure, fucked? + 925. while in an elevator, or on an escalator or other people + mover, necked/petted? + 926. in an elevator, on an escalator or other people mover, had oral + sex? + 927. in an elevator, on an escalator or other people mover, fucked? + 928. on the roof of a building, necked/petted? + 929. on the roof of a building, had oral sex? + 930. on the roof of a building, fucked? + 931. on the roof of a building where others might see you, + necked/petted? + 932. on the roof of a building where others might see you, had oral + sex? + 933. on the roof of a building where others might see you, fucked? + 934. where the surrounding temperature was below freezing, + necked/petted? + 935. where the surrounding temperature was below freezing, had oral + sex? + 936. where the surrounding temperature was below freezing, fucked? + 937. in the snow, necked/petted? + 938. in the snow, had oral sex? + 939. in the snow, fucked (now that's fucking cold)? + 940. out of doors, had oral sex? + 941. out of doors, fucked? + 942. in a gazebo, necked/petted? + 943. in a gazebo, had oral sex? + 944. in a gazebo, fucked? + 945. in a tree, necked/petted? + 946. in a tree, had oral sex? + 947. in a tree, fucked? + 948. fucked a tree? + 949. in a semi public location where there was a possibility of + discovery, had oral sex? + 950. in a semi public location where there was a possibility of + discovery, fucked? + 951. because there was a possibility of discovery, had oral sex + in a semi public locale? + 952. because there was a possibility of discovery, fucked in a + semi public locale? + 953. at a public event (such as a rock concert, rally, or riot), + necked/petted? + 954. at a public event, had oral sex? + 955. at a public event, fucked? + 956. in a library, necked/petted? + 957. in a library, had oral sex? + 958. in a library, fucked? + 959. in a free flowing body of water (river, lake, swimming pool, + ocean), necked/petted? + 960. in a free flowing body of water, had oral sex? + 961. in a free flowing body of water, fucked? + 962. on a beach, necked/petted? + 963. on a beach, had oral sex? + 964. on a beach, fucked? + 965. in a classroom, necked/petted? + 966. in a classroom, had oral sex? + 967. in a classroom, fucked? + 968. in a hallway, necked/petted? + 969. in a hallway, had oral sex? + 970. in a hallway, fucked? + 971. in a living room, family room, or the like, necked/petted? + 972. in a living room, family room, or the like, had oral sex? + 973. in a living room, family room, or the like, fucked? + 974. in a kitchen, necked/petted? + 975. in a kitchen, had oral sex? + 976. in a kitchen, fucked? + 977. in any other household room other than those mentioned, + necked/petted? + 978. in any other household room other than those mentioned, had oral + sex? + 979. in any other household room other than those mentioned, fucked? + 980. on a household appliance, necked/petted? + 981. on a household appliance, had oral sex? + 982. on a household appliance, fucked? + 983. on a table or countertop, necked/petted? + 984. on a table or countertop, had oral sex? + 985. on a table or countertop, fucked? + 986. on a pinball machine, necked/petted? + 987. on a pinball machine, had oral sex? + 988. on a pinball machine, fucked? + 989. on a jukebox, necked/petted? + 990. on a jukebox, had oral sex? + 991. on a jukebox, fucked? + 992. on a pool table, necked/petted? + 993. on a pool table, had oral sex? + 994. on a pool table, fucked? + 995. on a piano, necked/petted? + 996. on a piano, had oral sex? + 997. on a piano, fucked? + 998. on any other rec-room-type object, necked/petted? + 999. on any other rec-room-type object, had oral sex? + 1000. on any other rec-room-type object, fucked? + 1001. on or in a national monument, necked/petted? + 1002. on or in a national monument, had oral sex? + 1003. on or in a national monument, fucked? + 1004. showered with a member of the opposite sex in a 'non-coed' + facility (locker room, dorm shower, whatever)? + 1005. while showering with a member of the opposite sex in a 'non- + coed' facility, had oral sex? + 1006. while showering with a member of the opposite sex in a 'non- + coed' facility, fucked? + + + + XII. Look, Ma, No Hands! + (Style - 130 Questions) + + Have you: + + 1007. pointed and laughed? + 1008. eaten oysters? + 1009. eaten prairie oysters? + 1010. eaten a banana in a provocative manner? + 1011. eaten an ice cream cone in a provocative manner? + 1012. used an aphrodisiac? + 1013. used amyl nitrate? + 1014. taken something to "improve" your performance? + 1015. coined 'pet' names for your genitalia? + 1016. coined 'pet' names for your partner's genitalia? + 1017. taken notes during arguments, in order to remember the good + lines? + 1018. had sex with the same person more than 10 times? + 1019. had sex with over 10 people (not necessarily at once)? + 1020. had sex with anybody/thing more than 100 times? + 1021. had sex with anybody/thing more than 500 times? + 1022. volunteered to sleep in the wet spot? + 1023. accepted sex and now wish you hadn't? + 1024. turned down sex and now wish you hadn't? + 1025. made or taken a phone call during sexual activity (again, sexual + activity does not mean penetration; just foolin' around) with + someone? + 1026. during sexual activity, had your partner make or take a phone + call with their parent, spouse, or other important type person? + 1027. ever been preoccupied during sexual activity (television, + homework, playing piano, dictating a letter)? + 1028. ever had your partner be preoccupied during sexual activity? + 1029. had a general emergency arise during sexual activity (e.g. + flood, fire, hurricane or Norse Stickball)? + 1030. had a minor emergency during sexual activity (e.g. muscle cramp, + asthmas attack, somebody at the door)? + 1031. during sexual activity had any crisis that now causes you great + merriment (e.g. the bed broke, couldn't get the condom on)? + 1032. had nude snapshots taken of you? + 1033. taken nude snapshots of someone else? + 1034. given nude snapshots, drawings or other artwork, of yourself to + someone? + 1035. engaged in sex for more than three hours in a single session + with the same partner? + 1036. engaged in sex for more than three hours in a single session + with multiple partners? + 1037. performed ritual sexual activity as part of a religious practice + (Tantric Yoga or Fertility Rites)? + 1038. had or caused multiple orgasms? + 1039. had sex until one of you was sore? + 1040. had sex until one of you was dry? + 1041. smoked after sex? + 1042. intentionally been bruised or injured during any sexual + activity? + 1043. intentionally bruised or injured someone during any sexual + activity? + 1044. spanked anyone before or during sex? + 1045. been sore on the morning after? + 1046. had sex to Ravel's Bolero? + 1047. had sex to the Blue Danube? + 1048. had sex to any other classical selection? + 1049. had sex to Dr. Demento (the radio show; not the person)? + 1050. had sex to candlelight? + 1051. had sex to fireplace light? + 1052. had sex to campfire light? + 1053. had sex in full lighting? + 1054. had sex in absolute darkness? + 1055. disturbed others with the noise from your sexual activity? + 1056. been a screamer? + 1057. caused someone to be a screamer? + 1058. fucked missionary (old-fashioned way)? + 1059. fucked dorsally ('doggy' style)? + 1060. fucked amphibiously ('froggy' style)? + 1061. fucked in the female superior position? + 1062. fucked sitting up? + 1063. fucked standing up? + 1064. fucked in a chair? + 1065. fucked while leaning over a chair? + 1066. fucked while still clothed ('down with trousers, up with + dresses!')? + 1067. fucked sideways? + 1068. fucked both facing the same direction (spooning)? + 1069. fucked in the wheelbarrow position (remember those "wheelbarrow + races" when you were a kid)? + 1070. fucked while supporting your partner (physically, not + financially)? + 1071. fucked upside-down (staircases, etc)? + 1072. fucked while hanging from the rafters? + 1073. fucked while hanging from the rafters upside-down? + 1074. fucked while bouncing on a trampoline? + 1075. fucked while hanging from a trapeze? + 1076. played "sit-n-spin" (use your imagination)? + 1077. gone through two or more sexual positions without the need for + re-entry? + 1078. fucked in front of or under a mirror? + 1079. participated in fist-fucking (see Caligula)? + 1080. participated in breast fucking (Hawaiian muscle-fuck)? + 1081. fallen asleep during sex or oral sex? + 1082. had your partner fall asleep during sex or oral sex? + 1083. performed oral sex after intercourse without washing or + douching? + 1084. kissed after oral sex without brushing or gargling? + 1085. talked dirty during sexual activity? + 1086. fainted as a result of orgasm (give them a stud point!)? + 1087. had your partner faint as a result of orgasm (take a stud + point)? + 1088. caused multiple orgasms on someone? + 1089. caused multiple orgasms on someone who didn't think he/she was + able? + 1090. been caused to have multiple orgasms? + 1091. had sex before breakfast? + 1092. had sex instead of lunch (good aerobics and low on calories)? + 1093. had a 'quickie'? + 1094. had sex more than five times in twenty four hours? + 1095. had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour time period? + 1096. gone in public after sex w/o bathing (and you're sure everyone + can tell it too)? + 1097. had sex with both genders in a 24 hour period? + 1098. with a hermaphrodite, necked/petted? + 1099. with a hermaphrodite, had oral sex (two to choose from)? + 1100. with a hermaphrodite, fucked? + 1101. had sex with spectators? + 1102. been judged by the spectators? + 1103. had spectators take notes? + 1104. foot masturbated someone? + 1105. been foot masturbated? + 1106. tongue bathed someone? + 1107. been tongue bathed? + 1108. sucked the feet or toes of someone? + 1109. had someone suck your feet or toes? + 1110. been, or kept, a mistress? + 1111. been, or had, a 'kept man'? + 1112. been a pimp or madame? + 1113. been engaged in sexual activity when the parent/spouse/boy (or + girl) friend of either of you returned unexpectedly? + 1114. been engaged in sexual activity when the parent/spouse/boy (or + girl) friend of either of you returned unexpectedly, have them + excuse themselves and tell you to continue? + 1115. been engaged in sexual activity when the parent/spouse/boy (or + girl) friend of either of you returned unexpectedly, have them + excuse themselves and tell you to continue, and you were able? + 1116. been engaged in sexual activity when the parent/spouse/boy (or + girl) friend of either of you returned unexpectedly, talked with + you for a while, and then left? + 1117. been engaged in sexual activity when the parent/spouse/boy (or + girl) friend of either of you brought you food to keep your + energy up? + 1118. walked in on your significant other while they were engaged in + sexual activity with someone else? + 1119. walked in on your significant other while they were engaged + in sexual activity with someone else, excused yourself and left + them to continue? + 1120. walked in on your parents? + 1121. walked in on your grandparents? + 1122. walked in on others, unaware that they were engaged in sexual + activity? + 1123. walked in on others, to discover them engaged in a sexual + activity you thought was too weird? + 1124. walked in on others, to discover them engaged in a sexual + activity you hadn't thought possible? + 1125. had others walk in unaware that you were involved in sexual + activity and declare 'I didn't think that was possible'? + 1126. had others walk in unaware that you were involved in sexual + activity and declare 'too weird'? + 1127. initiated sexual activity with a member of the medical + profession (Your doctor, nurse or therapist)? + 1128. initiated sexual activity with someone in authority (your + parole officer, psychiatrist, or babysitter)? + 1129. initiated sexual activity with a member of the legal profession + (lawyer, judge, or paralegal)? + 1130. initiated sexual activity with a member of the academic + community (Professor, instructor, TA)? + 1131. initiated sexual activity with an intellectual (librarian, + author, essayist, or scribe)? + 1132. initiated sexual activity with someone in uniform (Army, Navy, + Marines, Post Office, Cub Scout)? + 1133. initiated sexual activity with a member of an 'out' group + (someone you wouldn't take home to meet the family, e.g. a + biker, air head or securities broker)? + 1134. initiated sexual activity with a member of a sports team (or + cheer leader)? + 1135. initiated sexual activity with an athlete (acrobatic-type)? + 1136. initiated sexual activity with religious officiary (priest, nun, + cardinal, pope, etc.)? + + + + XIII. Kids, Don't Try This at Home + (The Erotic, the Kinky, the Tacky, and the possibly Perverted) + (192 Questions) + + Have you: + + 1137. been a member of a fraternity or sorority? + 1138. said "I'm normal, its everyone else that's weird"? + 1139. told dirty jokes in mixed company? + 1140. discussed masturbation? + 1141. french kissed below the waist? + 1142. discussed oral sex techniques (In general, not as part of a + lesson)? + 1143. asked for instructions in oral sex techniques (again, lecture + not lab)? + 1144. given lessons in oral sex techniques ('I'm only going to do this + once, so pay attention!')? + 1145. demonstrated oral sex techniques with a 'visual aid' (carrot, + cucumber, taco, etc.)? + 1146. demonstrated oral sex techniques with an assistant? + 1147. been the assistant? + 1148. had someone practice oral sex on you so as to be better for + someone else? + 1149. demonstrated oral sex techniques for more than one person at + a time? + 1150. smelled the crotchpiece of underwear (how else can you know if + it's clean or not?)? + 1151. smelled the crotchpiece of underwear that was worn by somebody + else? + 1152. owned a collection of underwear not your own? + 1153. been attracted to someone more by an article of their clothing + than by their body? + 1154. been a voyeur (without their knowledge)? + 1155. accepted an invitation to watch? + 1156. made an invitation to watch? + 1157. been in public while wearing just a shirt but no pants? + 1158. disrobed in public? + 1159. been to a nude beach? + 1160. sunned your buns or tanned your can? + 1161. paraded about in the nude (sprints don't count, nor does while + searching for undies)? + 1162. been sad because someone you knew was getting married? + 1163. been sad because someone you knew was getting married and now + you'd never get to sleep with them? + 1164. used your hair for the sexual arousal of others (beards count)? + 1165. searched for the G-spot? + 1166. searched for the G-spot and found it (you stud)? + 1167. told him he had when he hadn't but you just wanted him out? + 1168. rooted for the Klingons? + 1169. felt sad because Skywalker killed the Emperor? + 1170. rooted for the Wicked Witch? + 1171. contemplated the political, social and geometric possibilities + of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs? + 1172. wondered where Prince Charming kissed Sleeping Beauty to wake + her up? + 1173. wondered about the sex life of Smurfette (the only female on + the whole damn show)? + 1174. accidentally entered a public restroom of the opposite gender? + 1175. accidentally entered a public restroom of the opposite gender, + not realizing it till you were through? + 1176. intentionally entered a public restroom of the opposite gender + (how else can you read the graffiti)? + 1177. won the pig pen award for your floor, dorm, fraternity/sorority, + college or state? + 1178. pissed on an electric fence? + 1179. streaked, flashed or otherwise intentionally displayed your bod + to the general public (without pay, topless dancing doesn't + count)? + 1180. streaked, flashed or otherwise intentionally displayed your bod + to the general public as part of the job (modeling doesn't + count)? + 1181. posed nude or semi nude for private drawings, paintings or + photographs as a 'favor'? + 1182. posed nude or semi nude in public (e.g. art classes) as a + 'favor'? + 1183. posed as a model for purposes of erotic, pornographic or + sexually explicit art? + 1184. asked someone to pose nude or semi nude for private drawings, + paintings or photographs as a 'favor'? + 1185. asked someone to pose nude or semi nude in public (e.g. art + classes) as a 'favor'? + 1186. asked someone to pose for erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit art or photographs? + 1187. asked someone to pose for erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit photographs and there was no film in the camera? + 1188. made lewd, licentious or suggestive gestures while dancing in + public? + 1189. helped to cover for someone's escapades (provide alibi, + accommodations, opportunity)? + 1190. been besieged by someone who thought they could satisfy you and + make an honest person of you? + 1191. been late to work, class or an appointment because you were + involved in sexual activity? + 1192. read anything by the Marquis de Sade? + 1193. been nicknamed for a behavior pattern of yours ('Sleepy')? + 1194. been nicknamed for an aberrant behavior pattern of yours + ('Sleazy')? + 1195. been interrupted by the police while necking, and they were more + embarrassed than you? + 1196. been an exhibitionist? + 1197. had sexual activity with siblings (brother or sisters not your + own)? + 1198. had sexual activity simultaneously with both (or however many) + siblings? + 1199. had sexual activity with twins? + 1200. both simultaneously? + 1201. had sexual activity with triplets (or more)? + 1202. however many simultaneously? + 1203. had sexual activity with a parent and child, not your own + (mother/daughter, father/son, mother/son, father/daughter)? + 1204. both simultaneously? + 1205. shaved your head? + 1206. shaved your pubic region (pits don't count)? + 1207. have someone else shave your pubic region? + 1208. shaved someone else's pubic region? + 1209. shaved your or somebody else's pubic region into a design or + shape (star, moon, heart, bear-trap, etc)? + 1210. colored or bleached your pubic region? + 1211. had sex during menstruation? + 1212. performed oral sex on a menstruating woman (or been the woman)? + 1213. had sex while the woman had a yeast infection? + 1214. performed oral sex on a woman with a yeast infection (or been + the woman)? + 1215. performed oral sex on someone who was urinating at the time? + 1216. mooned or goosed someone you knew? + 1217. mooned or goosed someone you didn't know? + 1218. mooned or goosed someone you thought you knew? + 1219. "pounced" somebody (You're gonna fuck me NOW!)? + 1220. belched (obnoxiously) in general public? + 1221. farted (audibly) in general public? + 1222. stimulated your partner anally (with your finger, vibrator or + whatnot)? + 1223. been stimulated anally (with a finger, vibrator or whatnot)? + 1224. "basted" somebody (definition in Autoerotica section)? + 1225. had somebody "baste" you? + 1226. had a spouse, posslq, or date leave you for someone of their + gender (e.g. your husband left you for another man)? + 1227. left a spouse, posslq, or date for someone of your gender? + 1228. picked your nose in public? + 1229. picked someone else's nose? + 1230. had someone else pick your nose? + 1231. sexually harassed someone (e.g. made unwanted sexual advances)? + 1232. graded someone's act of sexual harassment? + 1233. handed out condoms as party favors? + 1234. discussed favorite brand of condom? + 1235. comparison shopped for condoms (plain or ribbed)? + 1236. inflated a condom? + 1237. chosen a condom or spermicide for its taste (or lack thereof)? + 1238. bought condoms? + 1239. bought condoms by the case (wholesale, not just the 'family + pack')? + 1240. saved used condoms (for the memories, resale value, whatever)? + 1241. bought any other birth control item (contraceptive jelly or + foam, or the pill)? + 1242. bought any other birth control item in bulk (the Pill, unless + you got it for more than one month at a time, doesn't count)? + 1243. borrowed/stolen/taken birth control from your or somebody else's + parents? + 1244. used Coke as a contraceptive douche? + 1245. carried a condom 'just in case'? + 1246. bought a home pregnancy test? + 1247. tasted your own sexual fluids? + 1248. tasted another's sexual fluids? + 1249. complimented someone on their taste? + 1250. been complimented on your taste? + 1251. been in a situation where semen (yours or somebody else's) was + shot over someone's head? + 1252. where it hit a wall? + 1253. where it hit the ceiling? + 1254. where it hit somebody's face? + 1255. where it went in somebody's eye? + 1256. where it went up somebody's nose? + 1257. where it went in somebody's food or drink? + 1258. had your ears pierced? + 1259. had your nose pierced? + 1260. pierced someone else's ears? + 1261. pierced someone else's nose? + 1262. worn body paint? + 1263. painted somebody? + 1264. lit your partner's crotch aflame? + 1265. worn obscene or suggestive t-shirts? + 1266. worn t-shirts with obscene or graphic messages in a language + you didn't read? + 1267. written dirty fortune cookie fortunes? + 1268. have you a tattoo? + 1269. have you an 'obscene' tattoo (words or pictures)? + 1270. have you a tattoo normally concealed by your clothing (George + Shultz has a tiger on his butt)? + 1271. have you a tattoo in an intimate location? + 1272. have you a tattoo normally concealed by your pubic hair? + 1273. used any object, longer than it is wide, for sexual purposes + (Coke bottle, rolling pin or feather duster)? + 1274. used a feather or other tickling device for the sexual arousal + of someone? + 1275. been to a funeral as a form of entertainment (aka Harold of + "Harold & Maude")? + 1276. Do you consider sex the price a woman has to pay for being + married ('just close your eyes and think of England')? + 1277. used ice for sexual purposes? + 1278. used a frozen object (not ice cubes) as a dildo (popcicle, + icicle, etc)? + 1279. used whipped cream for sexual purposes? + 1280. put gravy, syrup, honey or other spreadable food on your + partner and licked or eaten it (things go better with butter)? + 1281. had spreadable food put on you and eaten, or licked off? + 1282. used oils (baby, Wesson, etc) for a body rub? + 1283. used erotic lotions (motion lotion, etc) for a body rub? + 1284. used kiwis (the fruit, bird, or shoe polish - doesn't matter) + for sexual purposes? + 1285. used any food for sexual purposes? + 1286. shoved food in a female's naughty bits? + 1287. shoved food up your or somebody else's rectum? + 1288. eaten the food after it was used in the above mentioned + activities? + 1289. used a vibrator for sexual stimulation? + 1290. bought ben-wa balls, a vibrator, or other sex toy? + 1291. given or received ben-wa balls, a vibrator, or other sex toy? + 1292. used an artifical limb for sexual purposes? + 1293. asked someone to wear a particular article of clothing not + because it was 'sexy' but because it turned you on? + 1294. worn colored underwear (other than white or pink)? + 1295. worn bikini briefs? + 1296. worn bikini briefs with patterns on them (tiger stripes, etc.)? + 1297. worn edible underwear? + 1298. eaten edible underwear off of somebody else? + 1399. worn lingerie? + 1300. worn leather lingerie? + 1301. worn rubber lingerie? + 1302. worn fishnets (complete with garter belt)? + 1303. worn somebody else's lingerie? + 1304. made garments out of shaved pubic hair (mittens, sweaters, etc)? + 1305. tried to figure out the words to "Louie Louie"? + 1306. Been to a John Water's film (Pink Flamingos, anything starring + Divine)? + 1307. more than once? + 1308. seen Eraserhead? + 1309. more than once? + 1310. seen The Wall? + 1311. more than once? + 1312. seen A Clockwork Orange? + 1313. more than once? + 1314. thought of becoming a Veterinary because your first love died + of hoof & mouth? + 1315. had sex in the presence of animals? + 1316. had animals walk on you while you were having sex? + 1317. thought of becoming a vegetarian because the saddest day in + you life was when your first love was sent to market? + 1318. thought to make a contribution to science in similar fashion + to Madame D'Stael? + 1319. urinated anywhere other than in an acceptable location or + receptacle (i.e. in a sink, fireplace, wastepaper basket, the + family glove compartment)? + 1320. urinated off of a bridge or tall building? + 1321. defecated anywhere other than in an acceptable location or + receptacle (i.e. in a fireplace, car seat, wastepaper basket, or + salad spinner)? + 1322. tasted or eaten shit? + 1323. more than once? + 1324. tasted or drunk urine? + 1325. more than once? + 1326. kept unmarked biology specimens in the refrigerator? + 1327. kept feces (crap) in the refrigerator (lab specimens do not + count)? + 1328. kept feces anywhere in your dwelling (under your bed, in your + dresser, etc)? + + + + XIII. Don't Worry; I was a Boy Scout + (Bondage and S&M - 56 Questions) + + 1329. Do you consider Bondage a way of showing that you care for + another person? + + Have you ('voluntarily'): + + 1330. improvised bondage extemporaneously during sexual activity (e.g. + holding someone's wrists over their head)? + 1331. worn a collar/leash for erotic purposes? + 1332. been gagged for erotic purposes? + 1333. been gagged with somebody else's underwear? + 1334. been tied up for erotic purposes (ropes, scarfs, ties)? + 1335. been tied up and fucked? + 1336. been tied up and NOT fucked (teased)? + 1337. been tied up and masturbated upon? + 1338. been tied up and had to watch others? + 1339. been tied up knowing you might be seen by others? + 1340. been tied up with the intention of being seen by others? + 1341. been tied up and shown to others, only you didn't know this was + intended? + 1342. willingly had your head inserted in a toilet bowl? + 1343. tied someone up for erotic purposes? + 1344. tied someone up and fucked them? + 1345. tied someone up and NOT fucked them? + 1346. tied someone up and masturbated on them? + 1347. tied someone up and had them watch? + 1348. tied someone up and shown them to others? + 1349. tied someone up and shown them to others, only he/she didn't + know this was intended? + 1350. been bound in chains? + 1351. been bound and had someone whip you? + 1352. been whipped until you bled? + 1353. bound someone in chains (handcuffs, leg irons or plain chain)? + 1354. bound someone and whipped them? + 1355. whipped someone until they bled? + 1356. had your lips pierced? + 1357. had your tongue pierced? + 1358. had your nipples pierced? + 1359. had your other lips pierced (or penis)? + 1360. pierced someone else's lips? + 1361. pierced someone else's tongue? + 1362. pierced someone else's nipples? + 1363. pierced someone else's other lips (or penis)? + 1364. had candle wax put on your nipples? + 1365. had candle wax put on any other body parts? + 1366. put candle wax on someone else's nipples? + 1367. put candle wax on any other body parts of someone else? + 1368. practiced flagellation? + 1369. gotten any good at it? + 1370. used duct tape for bondage purposes (remove slowly!)? + 1371. been hit with a 2x4 for sexual purpose (it's more fun than you + can shake a stick at)? + 1372. fantasized of being tied up for erotic purposes? + 1373. fantasized of tying someone up for erotic purposes? + 1374. fantasized of tying someone up to show them to others? + 1375. fantasized of tying someone up to have them watch? + 1376. bought bondage & discipline literature? + 1377. read "The Story of O"? + 1378. read both volumes of "The Story of O"? + 1379. seen the movie "The Story of O"? + 1380. posed for B&D drawings? + 1381. posed for B&D photographs? + 1382. asked someone to pose for B&D drawings? + 1383. asked someone to pose for B&D photographs? + 1384. asked someone to pose for B&D movies? + + + + XV. Mama Always Told Me to Share + (Group Sexual Activities - 30 Questions) + + Have you: + + 1385. been in intimate contact with more than one nude person at a + time? + 1386. skinny-dipped in mixed company? + 1387. participated in group masturbation (each member masturbating + themselves, a 'circle-o-jerk')? + 1388. participated in a group masturbation contest (first to come/last + to come/most colorful/soggy cookie/whatever)? + 1389. won a group masturbation contest? + 1390. played any game which required the removal of clothing (strip + poker, Monopoly, chess)? + 1391. deliberately lost a game which required the removal of clothing + (folding with four aces)? + 1392. played a game which required you or others to perform a sexual + action on another participant? + 1393. been to a Wesson (or whatever) oil party? + 1394. walked in on others, unaware that they were engaged in sexual + activity, and been asked to join and did so? + 1395. had others walk in unaware that you were involved in sexual + activity and ask to join? + 1396. had others walk in unaware that you were involved in sexual + activity and you asked them to join? + 1397. been involved in a menage-a-trios? + 1398. been involved in a homosexual menage-a-trois? + 1399. been invited to be involved in a menage-a-trios? + 1400. invited someone to join in a menage-a-trios? + 1401. participated in a two (or more) in one (hands don't count)? + 1402. participated in group sex (four or more people; partners must be + exchanged)? + 1403. had sex in a group (four or more people; partners not + exchanged)? + 1404. participated in a circle-o-fuck? + 1405. participated in a homosexual circle-o-fuck? + 1406. participated in a '69' circle? + 1407. participated in a homosexual '69' circle? + 1408. participated in an orgy or similar group activity (four or more + people; everybody licking and sucking and fucking everybody + else)? + 1409. made an invitation to join in an orgy or similar group activity? + 1410. ever been involved in a gang-bang [banger or bangee (step right + up, come and get it while it's hot)]? + 1411. participated in a fuck-a-thon (where the object is to see how + many times you can have sex in a set period of time)? + 1412. ever performed oral sex on somebody after they had had + intercourse with somebody else (without them washing or + douching)? + 1413. ever had somebody perform oral sex on you while you were having + intercourse with somebody else (pretty picture, eh?)? + 1414. ever had the person you were having intercourse with perform + oral sex on you during intercourse (flexible!)? + + + + XVI. Old MacDonald had his Farm, E-I-E-I-OHHHHHHH! + (Bestiality - 28 Questions) + + Have you: + + 1415. flirted with animals? + 1416. masturbated onto an animal? + 1417. masturbated with (using the aid of) an animal? + 1418. masturbated with an animal because you thought the animal + enjoyed it? + 1419. performed oral sex on an animal? + 1420. received oral sex from an animal? + 1421. attempted to receive oral sex from an animal, but failed? + 1422. used in sexual activities a lab animal (mouse, gerbil, etc.)? + 1423. used in sexual activities a domestic animal (dog, cat, etc.)? + 1424. used in sexual activities a farm animal (cow, sheep, chicken, + etc.)? + 1425. used in sexual activities a wild animal (tiger, lion, buffalo, + etc.)? + 1426. used in sexual activities a flock of canaries? + 1427. fucked a live animal? + 1428. fucked a live animal more than once? + 1429. fucked more than one kind of animal? + 1430. fucked more than one kind of animal at the same time? + 1431. used the horn of a unicorn as a dildo? + 1432. performed sexual activity with any mythical creature? + 1433. inserted animals (gerbils, etc) into a female's (including your + own) naughty bits? + 1434. inserted animals into your or somebody else's rectum? + 1435. had an animal die during any of the above activities? + 1436. fucked a dead animal? + 1437. fucked a dinner animal (stuff that turkey, Clyde!)? + 1438. tied up an animal and performed sexual acts on it? + 1439. fed a live animal to a pet? + 1440. been to a dog or cock fight? + 1441. tortured an animal for your own pleasure? + 1442. mutilated any animal for your own pleasure? + 1443. eaten the animal after you performed any of the above + activities? + + + + XVII. Let there be Lips! + (The Rocky Horror Picture Show [RHPS] - 42 Questions) + + Have you: + + 1444. seen RHPS (video or wherever)? + 1445. seen RHPS in the theatre? + 1446. seen RHPS more than 69 times in the theatre? + 1447. more than 100 times? + 1448. more than 500 times? + 1449. more than 1000 times? + 1450. more than 1500 times? + 1451. are you Sal Piro? + 1452. joined the national RHPS fan club? + 1453. seen RHPS with a live cast? + 1454. seen RHPS while drunk or stoned? + 1455. seen RHPS while on acid? + 1456. seen RHPS while on any other drug? + 1457. seen The Rocky Horror Show (the musical play)? + 1458. dressed in costume for an RHPS? + 1459. do you know the entire movie by heart (lyrics and dialogue, + without any soundtracks playing. Basically, could you recite + the movie right now for us?)? + 1460. done the Time Warp in the nude? + 1461. done the Time Warp in the nude in mixed company? + 1462. participated in an RHPS production? + 1463. participated in an RHPS as a character of the opposite sex? + 1464. participated in an RHPS as more than one character in one show? + 1465. while you were participating, had "prop failure" (costume + falling off revealing more than intended)? + 1466. caused someone else to have prop failure? + 1467. participated in an RHPS production while stoned or drunk? + 1468. participated in an RHPS production while on acid? + 1469. participated in an RHPS production while on any other drug? + 1470. during an RHPS, necked/petted? + 1471. during an RHPS, had oral sex? + 1472. during an RHPS, fucked (that's what the back row is for)? + 1473. been kicked out of an RHPS? + 1474. been a member of an RHPS cast? + + Have you performed, for an entire show, the part of: + + 1475. Frank-N-Furter (a scientist)? + 1476. Janet Weiss (a heroine)? + 1477. Brad Majors (a hero) + 1478. Riff Raff (a handyman)? + 1479. Magenta (a domestic)? + 1480. Columbia (a groupie)? + 1481. Dr. Everett V. Scott (a rival scientist)? + 1482. Rocky Horror (a creation)? + 1483. Eddie (ex delivery boy)? + 1484. The Criminologist (an expert)? + 1485. A Transylvanian (a transylvanian)? + + + + XVIII. 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The Lamer Section - (90 Questions) + + 1)__ 2)__ 3)__ 4)__ 5)__ 6)__ 7)__ 8)__ 9)__ 10)__ + 11)__ 12)__ 13)__ 14)__ 15)__ 16)__ 17)__ 18)__ 19)__ 20)__ + 21)__ 22)__ 23)__ 24)__ 25)__ 26)__ 27)__ 28)__ 29)__ 30)__ + 31)__ 32)__ 33)__ 34)__ 35)__ 36)__ 37)__ 38)__ 39)__ 40)__ + 41)__ 42)__ 43)__ 44)__ 45)__ 46)__ 47)__ 48)__ 49)__ 50)__ + 51)__ 52)__ 53)__ 54)__ 55)__ 56)__ 57)__ 58)__ 59)__ 60)__ + 61)__ 62)__ 63)__ 64)__ 65)__ 66)__ 67)__ 68)__ 69)__ 70)__ + 71)__ 72)__ 73)__ 74)__ 75)__ 76)__ 77)__ 78)__ 79)__ 80)__ + 81)__ 82)__ 83)__ 84)__ 85)__ 86)__ 87)__ 88)__ 89)__ 90)__ + + + II. Who Says You Need a Partner? OR I'm The Best I've Ever Had + - (91 Questions) + + 91)__ 92)__ 93)__ 94)__ 95)__ 96)__ 97)__ 98)__ 99)__ 100)__ + 101)__ 102)__ 103)__ 104)__ 105)__ 106)__ 107)__ 108)__ 109)__ 110)__ + 111)__ 112)__ 113)__ 114)__ 115)__ 116)__ 117)__ 118)__ 119)__ 120)__ + 121)__ 122)__ 123)__ 124)__ 125)__ 126)__ 127)__ 128)__ 129)__ 130)__ + 131)__ 132)__ 133)__ 134)__ 135)__ 136)__ 137)__ 138)__ 139)__ 140)__ + 141)__ 142)__ 143)__ 144)__ 145)__ 146)__ 147)__ 148)__ 149)__ 150)__ + 151)__ 152)__ 153)__ 154)__ 155)__ 156)__ 157)__ 158)__ 159)__ 160)__ + 161)__ 162)__ 163)__ 164)__ 165)__ 166)__ 167)__ 168)__ 169)__ 170)__ + 171)__ 172)__ 173)__ 174)__ 175)__ 176)__ 177)__ 178)__ 179)__ 180)__ + 181)__ + + + III. How Low Will You Go? - (146 Questions) + + 182)__ 183)__ 184)__ 185)__ 186)__ 187)__ 188)__ 189)__ 190)__ 191)__ + 192)__ 193)__ 194)__ 195)__ 196)__ 197)__ 198)__ 199)__ 200)__ 201)__ + 202)__ 203)__ 204)__ 205)__ 206)__ 207)__ 208)__ 209)__ 210)__ 211)__ + 212)__ 213)__ 214)__ 215)__ 216)__ 217)__ 218)__ 219)__ 220)__ 221)__ + 222)__ 223)__ 224)__ 225)__ 226)__ 227)__ 228)__ 229)__ 230)__ 231)__ + 232)__ 233)__ 234)__ 235)__ 236)__ 237)__ 238)__ 239)__ 240)__ 241)__ + 242)__ 243)__ 244)__ 245)__ 246)__ 247)__ 248)__ 249)__ 250)__ 251)__ + 252)__ 253)__ 254)__ 255)__ 256)__ 257)__ 258)__ 259)__ 260)__ 261)__ + 262)__ 263)__ 264)__ 265)__ 266)__ 267)__ 268)__ 269)__ 270)__ 271)__ + 272)__ 273)__ 274)__ 275)__ 276)__ 277)__ 278)__ 279)__ 280)__ 281)__ + 282)__ 283)__ 284)__ 285)__ 286)__ 287)__ 288)__ 289)__ 290)__ 291)__ + 292)__ 293)__ 294)__ 295)__ 296)__ 297)__ 298)__ 299)__ 300)__ 301)__ + 302)__ 303)__ 304)__ 305)__ 306)__ 307)__ 308)__ 309)__ 310)__ 311)__ + 312)__ 313)__ 314)__ 315)__ 316)__ 317)__ 318)__ 319)__ 320)__ 321)__ + 322)__ 323)__ 324)__ 325)__ 326)__ 327)__ + + + IV. I Fought the Law and *I* Won - (70 Questions) + + 328)__ 329)__ 330)__ 331)__ 332)__ 333)__ 334)__ 335)__ 336)__ 337)__ + 338)__ 339)__ 340)__ 341)__ 342)__ 343)__ 344)__ 345)__ 346)__ 347)__ + 348)__ 349)__ 350)__ 351)__ 352)__ 353)__ 354)__ 355)__ 356)__ 357)__ + 358)__ 359)__ 360)__ 361)__ 362)__ 363)__ 364)__ 365)__ 366)__ 367)__ + 368)__ 369)__ 370)__ 371)__ 372)__ 373)__ 374)__ 375)__ 376)__ 377)__ + 378)__ 379)__ 380)__ 381)__ 382)__ 383)__ 384)__ 385)__ 386)__ 387)__ + 388)__ 389)__ 390)__ 391)__ 392)__ 393)__ 394)__ 395)__ 396)__ 397)__ + + + V. Mekka Lekka Hi, Mekka Hiney Ho - (30 Questions) + + 398)__ 399)__ 400)__ 401)__ 402)__ 403)__ 404)__ 405)__ 406)__ 407)__ + 408)__ 409)__ 410)__ 411)__ 412)__ 413)__ 414)__ 415)__ 416)__ 417)__ + 418)__ 419)__ 420)__ 421)__ 422)__ 423)__ 424)__ 425)__ 426)__ 427)__ + + + VI. This Looks Like a Good Place for a Stick-Up - (86 Questions) + + 428)__ 429)__ 430)__ 431)__ 432)__ 433)__ 434)__ 435)__ 436)__ 437)__ + 438)__ 439)__ 440)__ 441)__ 442)__ 443)__ 444)__ 445)__ 446)__ 447)__ + 448)__ 449)__ 450)__ 451)__ 452)__ 453)__ 454)__ 455)__ 456)__ 457)__ + 458)__ 459)__ 460)__ 461)__ 462)__ 463)__ 464)__ 465)__ 466)__ 467)__ + 468)__ 469)__ 470)__ 471)__ 472)__ 473)__ 474)__ 475)__ 476)__ 477)__ + 478)__ 479)__ 480)__ 481)__ 482)__ 483)__ 484)__ 485)__ 486)__ 487)__ + 488)__ 489)__ 490)__ 491)__ 492)__ 493)__ 494)__ 495)__ 496)__ 497)__ + 498)__ 499)__ 500)__ 501)__ 502)__ 503)__ 504)__ 505)__ 506)__ 507)__ + 508)__ 509)__ 510)__ 511)__ 512)__ 513)__ + + + VII. Julia Child, Eat Yourself Out - (42 Questions) + + 514)__ 515)__ 516)__ 517)__ 518)__ 519)__ 520)__ 521)__ 522)__ 523)__ + 524)__ 525)__ 526)__ 527)__ 528)__ 529)__ 530)__ 531)__ 532)__ 533)__ + 534)__ 535)__ 536)__ 537)__ 538)__ 539)__ 540)__ 541)__ 542)__ 543)__ + 544)__ 545)__ 546)__ 547)__ 548)__ 549)__ 550)__ 551)__ 552)__ 553)__ + 554)__ 42)__ + + + VIII. 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Eyes on Your Own Papers, Please - (15 Questions) + + 1486)__1487)__1488)__1489)__1490)__1491)__1492)__1493)__1494)__1495)__ + 1496)__1497)__1498)__1499)__1500)__ + + ------------------------------------------ + + Jason Alan Pfaff + The Erotic Nightmare Revue + Toledo, OH + August 17, 1992 + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/purity.400 b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.400 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..710702f7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.400 @@ -0,0 +1,1435 @@ +Article 4163 of alt.sex: +From: rich@lenny.CES.CWRU.Edu (Seth Rich) +Subject: Re: 400 question Purity Test +Message-ID: <135@cwjcc.CWRU.Edu> +Date: 11 Oct 88 16:39:07 GMT +Reply-To: rich@lenny.UUCP (Seth Rich) +Organization: CWRU Dept of Philosophy and Mathematics, Cleveland, OH +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL + + P U R I T Y T E S T +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + Version 3.5A (400) + + Final Release + + 13-Apr-1985 +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with +going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy's law on sex: +Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes waste. +Virginity can be cured. + +This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research +Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory. +The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted +as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the +Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be +interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed +any of the actions contained herein. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + N O T I C E +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Disclaimer of Liability + +The user of this test acknowledges, understands, and agrees that sex is a +hazardous sport; that a person must copulate in control, and use good judgement +at all times; that their partner's condition vary constantly and are greatly +affected by weather changes and previous use, that dirty sheets, variations in +terrain and bed surfaces, spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and +debris, clothed obstacles, and many other natural and man-made obstacles and +hazards, including other users and customers, exist throughout the bedroom +area. Personal managers (pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and +equipment are constantly in use and may be hazardous to customers not +copulating in control. Impotence, collisions, and social diseases resulting in +injury can happen at any time, even to customers copulating in control with +proper sexual equipment. Inherent and other risks are part of the sport and +exist in your partner. As a condition of being permitted to use the facilities +of your sex object, the user of the partner agrees to copulate in control and +within the limits of his/her ability and further acknowledges and accepts these +hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes the risk of injury or loss to person or +damage to property which might result from the customer's use of the partner's +facilities. + +As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your +partner, the customer understands and agrees (1) that in the event of a +transfer of use by another or anything else in the management's opinion is +misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked +without refund; (2) that the partner is the property of the harem and, upon +request, he/she must be presented to any authorized representative of the +pimp/spouse; (3) that sexual equipment must be visibly displayed at all times +when you are in any bedroom and when approaching the bed to copulate. + +Your sexual partner is not transferable; see Theft of Services, V.S.A., +sections 2581 and 2582. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Genesis - History + +ver last revise #of q revision site/contributors + 1 - - 100 MIT Baker House/anon + 1 - -1982 100 Ported to CMU by ps + 2 Spring-1983 247 CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al + 3 13-Apr-1985 400 CMU/da, fa, tc, no, dt, sv, rz, et al + +Version 1 (100) Created at MIT. Two parallel versions; one for male, + and one for female. Not much is known about this version. + +Version 2 (247) Expanded to 247 questions. This marked the beginning of + the unisex versions. The story goes that they intended it to be + 250 questions, but got tired that night and said "we'll think + of three more tomorrow", and tomorrow never got there. + +Version 3.3C.1 (400) on 05-Dec-1984 + First formal release general of this test, version 3.xx. All + former version were short-lived and tended to be bug ridden. + Does not discriminate against gays or bi's. Good correspondence + of scores (especially in the higher score ranges) between this + version and version 2. Added in Genesis/History section. + +Version 3.4 (400) on 29-Jan-1985 + Internal version; never released. Source code accidentally + destroyed, much to the consternation of one of the authors. + Cleaned up many bugs. Added sections: Disclaimer of Liability, + Instructions for Use, Scoring, and Warranty Information. + +Version 3.5 (400) on 10-Apr-1985 + Rebuilt from the 3.3C.1 source and the 3.4 (only surviving + copy) of the Xerox X9700 laser printer hardcopy. Cleaned up + same bugs in 3.4; wiped out a duplicate question; The page + number was moved from top of the page to the bottom center; + this was to avoid problems trying to coordinate duplex/simplex + printing by other people and the positioning of odd/even page + numbers. Added in verbose history section. + +Version 3.5A (400) on 13-Apr-1985 + Found that we had 431 questions instead of 400. After an + all-night hack session, discovered that the problem lies with + the version 4 (1400)-1 of Scribe and how it treats @section + headers and @begin(text). Ended up making the pageheading + contain a Scribe version field. Also had to add in an extra + token @newpage on the page that the questions start; this was + to preserve the last of the @style[pagenumber (@A)] page + numbers, preserve the same in the Table of Contents, force the + page number to be 1, make sure that the Contents get that + right, and to force @pageheading and @pagefooting. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Instructions for Use + +This is a fairly long test consisting of four hundred (400 , CD , + 10 Roman +110010000 , 620 , 190 , 103000.100 ). It starts out tame and gets + 2 8 16 Pi +progressively worse, or better, depending on your viewpoint. There are many +ways of going about taking this test. You can, of course, as your right, +guaranteed by the Constitution, be anti-social and sequester yourself in your +room and take this test all by yourself; however, we feel that the funnest way +to utilize this test if to hold a Purity Test Party. All you need is one (1 , + 10 +I , 1 , 1 , 1 , 1 ) (read my lips: one) copy of the test, and a bunch of + Roman 2 8 16 Pi +friends. (No doubt lots of writing implements and paper would be useful too.) +The person with the copy of the test will be the test administrator; he/she +will read the questions out loud and everybody else will write down their +answers. We have no definite rules as to whether the participants are required +to divulge their answers, that is up to the group to decide; however, each +person's purity score should be made common knowledge. (The person with the +highest score gets to be giggled at for the rest of his/her life.) This works +great at parties and lets everybody know who's easy and who isn't, so you'll +know who to go home with. Don't leave home without it. + +All questions in this test pertain to events that have happened to you +subsequent to your weaning and babyhood infancy. Anything that may have +happened before such time is considered not standing and void; it's a null +point. The term mutual masturbation refers to someone masturbating you AND/OR +you masturbating someone else, not exclusively someone masturbating you AND you +masturbating them. We would also like to define having sex in the homosexual +case; homosexual sex has occurred when you and/or your partner (of the same +sex) have an orgasm while there is some contact between the genitals of you and +those of your partner. + +We would now like to bring to your attention that there is no passing nor +failing score. Therefore, one really shouldn't worry too much about getting a +high score, even if you do get giggled at for the rest of your life. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + --- ALL TECHNICALITIES COUNT --- +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For this section, if you are mostly a: + + - heterosexual, then the your partner in deed, often referred to + by the words someone or partner, is to be someone of the + opposite gender. + + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + words someone or partner, is to be someone of your own gender. + + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of the opposite gender. + +1. Platonic Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 1. kissed a friend or stranger on their hands or their head/neck region + as a friendly gesture? + + 2. held hands with someone? + + 3. had a date? + + 4. had a date past 1 a.m.? + + 5. dated someone on a regular basis? + + 6. picked someone up? + + 7. been picked up? + + 8. gone steady? + + 9. slow danced? + + 10. had the symptoms of Russian(Note 1) fingers? + + 11. had the symptoms of Roman(Note 2) hands? + + 12. shared a bed, sleeping bag, or sleeping accommodations with someone + without anything steamy happenings? + + 13. given a back or neck rub or massage with no ulterior motive? + + 14. used tickling as a pick-up, get-to-know-you-better routine? + + 15. directly asked someone whom you were not going out with and had + never gone out with if they were a virgin? + + 16. used physical strength, physical power, or any physical prowess, or + prowesslessness as a factor in pick-up, get-to-know-you-better + routine? + + 17. secretly lusted after someone without that person knowing? + + 18. dropped subtle hints to someone whom you liked/loved/wanted, hoping + that they would pick up on it? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Although this section is termed Auto-erotica and mono-sexualism, the + events herein still count even if you are with someone else at the + time. It was so named because predominantly these activities, like + the harp, (and the porcelain goddess) is essentially a solo event. + +2. Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism + + Have you ever done the following: + + 19. had an arousing dream? (Wet dreams and the such.) + + 20. been sexually aroused? + + 21. uttered/muttered/yelled/screamed (or in other words verbally + expressed) obscenities? + + 22. fantasized about your long-term instructor, mentor, or someone who + is superior to you? (One day skydiving teachers, or two hour ski + instructors and the such do not count.) + + 23. fantasized about your lawyer, doctor, nurse, psychiatrist or someone + with whom you are having a professional relationship with? + + 24. fantasized about someone you know personally but not closely? + + 25. fantasized about anyone and masturbated at the same time? + + 26. read or bought pornographic periodicals? + + 27. read sexually explicit literature? + + 28. gone skinny dipping alone? + + 29. made obscene phone calls? + + 30. phoned up any recorded phone sex numbers? (e.g. (212)976-2626, + (212)976-2727, (212)976-2828, etc. Please note that these are fifty + cent calls in addition to toll charges and long distance charges.) + + 31. phoned up any live phone sex numbers? + + 32. stuffed your bra if you are female, or stuffed your pants if you are + male? + + 33. shaved your genital pubic hair? + + 34. shaved your genital pubic hair on a fairly regular basis? + + 35. masturbated? + + 36. masturbated at least five times in one twenty-four hour period? + + 37. masturbated on a fairly regular basis of no less than once a + fortnight? + + 38. masturbated where you could have been discovered? (In a crowd, in + public, city parks, gym/dorm/barracks showers, movie theater, etc.) + + 39. masturbated out in the wilds or in nature with no nearby + civilization? + + 40. masturbated to orgasm? + + 41. masturbated while reading either pornographic or sexually explicit + materials? + + 42. masturbated while driving a moving, land vehicle? (Car, RV, truck, + motorcycle, hearse, etc.) + + 43. masturbated while on the phone? (No kinky interpretations of on the + phone. This is legit.) + + 44. masturbated while in a bathroom of the opposite sex? + + 45. masturbated while watching an R or X-rated show? + + 46. seen any burlesque show? (Rocky Horror counts) + + 47. been to a peep show? + + 48. been to a private showing of a pornographic movie? + + 49. seen a pornographic movie in a theater? + + 50. walked around in your room/apartment/house/habitation in the nude? + (Must be a serious walk; five minutes of going around trying to find + your undies after a shower doesn't make it.) + + 51. walked around in a public or semi-public area with a top (shirt, + T-shirt, etc) but no bottoms (pants, shorts, etc)? (Dorm hallways, + lobby areas, etc. are acceptable; however locker rooms and bathrooms + and such place where this behavior is not proscribed does not + count.) + + 52. bought blatant sexual objects? (This means that if you buy a bottle + tm + of Coke and you use it as a dildo, it really doesn't count. Think: + design and function.) + + 53. owned any erotic art pieces? (Like that phallic symbol in the cat + woman scene in A Clockwork Orange.) + + 54. sculpted erotic-obscene artworks in food (predominantly bananas, + carrots, apples...)? + + 55. eaten any erotic food items? (Chocolate tits, banana dicks, etc.) + + 56. sculpted erotic-obscene artworks in soap, wood, or any other + carvable material (that isn't food)? + + 57. made an X or R-rated snowman or snow-woman? + + 58. tasted your own orgasmic liquids? + + 59. inserted your finger into your rectum? + + 60. used ben-wa balls(Note 3)? + + 61. performed oral sex on yourself? (Yes, this is possible.) + + 62. willingly urinated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: piss in your pants; wet yourself; had an + accident.) + + 63. willingly urinated on any part of your body? + + 64. willingly defecated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: shit in your pants; had a serious accident.) + + 65. willingly defecated on yourself? (In other words: sick.) +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +3. Legislative Misfits and Other Ethical Questions + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 66. administered a whole Purity Test or are in the process of + administering a whole Purity Test of any version? (That's where you + are the test administrator in a Purity Test Party. See Instructions + for Use for further information.) + + 67. taken Purity Tests of any versions more than 5 times? + + 68. lied on any previous Purity Tests? + + 69. exaggerated about any sexual experiences? + + 70. broken your word, promise, or vow? + + 71. written graffitti? + + 72. plagiarized? + + 73. shoplifted? + + 74. stolen? + + 75. made out a check that bounced? + + 76. committed breaking and entering? + + 77. told someone that you loved them when you did not? + + 78. told someone that you loved them strictly because you wanted to have + sex with them? + + 79. fantasized about someone else other than your partner while you were + engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 80. intentionally listened in onto other people having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation without their knowing it? + + 81. used alcohol to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of + sex or oral sex? + + 82. used drugs to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of sex + or oral sex? + + 83. forced or coerced someone into having intimate physical relations + with you? + + 84. had dates with more than one person in the same night while one or + more of the people involved were not aware of your actions? + + 85. gone steady with two or more people at the same time with one or + more of the people unaware of what you were doing? + + 86. gone steady with two or more people at the same time with all of + them knowing that you were doing it? + + 87. urinated on someone else intentionally? (Piss fights!) + + 88. urinated in cup, bottle, pitcher or any such receptacle that was not + originally designed for such purpose excepting urinalysis incidents? + + 89. urinated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse, tree, bush or any + commonly accepted piss hole? (For instance: in the kitchen sink, or + in the family car's glove compartment.) + + 90. urinated from higher than the fifth floor, or equivalent height, + above ground level out of a building or off a bridge or any such + permanent structure (e.g. the Grand Canyon)? + + 91. defecated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse or any commonly + accepted shit hole? (Camping/hiking trips in which bathroom/outhouse + access are nil do not count.) + + 92. stored any excretia in your refrigerator, oven, or any food + storage/preparation appliance? + + 93. stored evacuated excretia anywhere else in your room, apartment, + house, habitation, office, etc? + + 94. entered a bathroom of the opposite sex and was not accompanied by + someone of the opposite sex and was not involved in a search and/or + rescue mission at the time? + + 95. mooned or goosed(Note 4) someone? + + 96. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of + people? + + 97. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before a formal (official) gathering of people? (Such as + for a function, stage performance, charity dinner, etc.) + + 98. been arrested? (Picture taken and all that wonderful, free stuff.) + + 99. received money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation? + + 100. given money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation? + + 101. thought you might be or might have unintentionally caused someone to + be pregnant? + + 102. had or gave someone an unwanted pregnancy? + + 103. had sex while either you or your partner but not both were under the + age of consent of the state that you were in then? + + 104. given a sympathy fuck? + + 105. initiated sex with someone for the sake of sex only? + + 106. willingly committed incest? + + 107. been involved in adultery? + + 108. stolen the underwear of someone you know for a purpose other than + that of a practical joke or to just ire the person? (A bunch of guys + invading the women's dorm on a mission of panty raids does not + count.) + + 109. intentionally taken someone's underwear and didn't know who it + belonged to? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +4. Drugs + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 110. had an alcoholic drink? + + 111. been intoxicated? + + 112. threw-up from too much alcohol? + + 113. passed out due to excessive alcohol? + + 114. forgotten events that occurred while you were drunk? + + 115. smoked tobacco? + + 116. chewed tobacco? + + 117. bought controlled/illicit drugs, or any compound scheduled by the + DEA, in violation of the law? + + 118. sold or re-sold controlled/illicit substances, or any compound + scheduled by the DEA, in violation of the law? + + 119. taken stimulants? + + 120. taken depressants excluding alcohol? + + 121. inhaled nitrous oxide (NO ) while not visiting a dentist? + 2 + 122. inhaled anything containing butyl nitrate? + + 123. taken valium? + + 124. smoked marijuana/sensemilia? + + 125. smoked marijuana/sensemilia more than four times? + + 126. eaten marijuana/sensemilia? + + 127. eaten marijuana or sensemilia more than four times? + + 128. taken opiate in any form? + + 129. taken opiate in any form more than twice? + + 130. used cocaine? + + 131. used cocaine more than four times? + + 132. injected any drugs into your body for any other purpose other than + medical? + + 133. injected any one drug into your body for any purpose other than that + of medical more than twice? + + 134. taken PCP? + + 135. taken PCP more than twice? + + 136. taken d-lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD-25), peyote, or psilocybin? + + 137. taken LSD, peyote, or psilocybin more than twice? + + 138. taken LSD more than six times? + + 139. deliberately injured yourself so as to obtain medication? + + 140. played any games in which there was a mystery as to who would be + getting drugs and who wouldn't, yet everybody plays in it? (e.g. + Who's got the pill, where half the cups (of soda) would have LSD in + it and the other half wouldn't and everybody picks a cup and drinks + it and wonders who gets lucky.) + + 141. had sex while using cocaine? + + 142. had sex while under the influence of marijuana/sensemilia? + + 143. had sex while under the influence of LSD, peyote, or psilocybin? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For this section, it you are mostly a: + + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by + the words someone or partner, is to be someone of the opposite + gender. + + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + words someone or partner, is to be someone of your own gender. + + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of the opposite gender. + +5. Non Platonic + + Have you done any of the following: + + 144. propositioned someone for necking or petting? + + 145. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 146. pinched or patted someone else's buttocks? + + 147. french kissed? + + 148. been kissed below the neck but not including arms or hands? + + 149. kissed someone else below the neck but not including arms or hands? + + 150. necked? + + 151. petted above the waist? + + 152. petted below the waist? + + 153. kissed on the first date? + + 154. necked on the first date? + + 155. petted above the waist on the first date? + + 156. petted below the waist on the first date? + + 157. given a hickey? + + 158. received a hickey? + + 159. fondled or stroked someone else's clothed legs? + + 160. fondled or stroked someone else's bare legs? + + 161. fondled or stroked someone else's frontal chest/torso region? + + 162. had your frontal chest/torso region fondled or stroked? + + 163. been involved with pelvic thrusting while fully clothed? + + 164. had your fingers licked or sucked? + + 165. had your ear or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked, or + nibbled? + + 166. licked, breathed onto, sucked, or nibbled an ear or ear region? + + 167. licked or sucked someone else's finger(s)? + + 168. fondled someone who was asleep? + + 169. given a back massage with ulterior motives? + + 170. given a back massage that lead to something steamier? + + 171. seen someone else completely nude and the person was under good + lighting conditions? + + 172. been seen completely nude under good lighting condition by someone + else? + + 173. been in someone's company while both of you were completely nude? + + 174. bathed or showered with someone? + + 175. let someone else wash you while you were perfectly capable of doing + it yourself. (This means that it doesn't count if you were in the + hospital with two broken arms and the nurse washed you, no matter + how cute she is.) + + 176. gone skinny dipping in mixed company? + + 177. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's clothed + breast? + + 178. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's bare + breast? + + 179. licked, sucked, or nibbled on someone else's nipple? + + 180. had your nipple licked, sucked, or nibbled upon? + + 181. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's + covered genitals? + + 182. had your covered genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + + 183. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's bare + genitals? + + 184. had your bare genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + + 185. had an orgasm while petting? + + 186. given your partner an orgasm while petting? + + 187. given or received finger scratch marks? + + 188. performed oral sex? + + 189. received oral sex? + + 190. done sixty-nine(Note 5)? + + 191. performed mutual masturbation? + + 192. had sex? (No need for orgasm; penetration counts.) + + 193. had sex on the first date? + + 194. had sex without the use of birth control devices? (Rhythm, prayer + and hope methods do not count.) + + 195. had sex with a virgin? (Not yourself.) + + 196. had sex with a religious officiary. (Priest, nun, mother-superior, + cardinal, pope, etc.) +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section of the test deals with whether you have done things with + people whom you may not be altogether comfortable, therefore in this + section of the test, if you are mostly a: + + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by + the words someone or partner, is to be someone of your own + gender. + + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + words someone or partner, is someone of the opposite gender. + + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of your own gender. + +6. Non Primary Choice Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 197. held hands or otherwise displayed public affection? + + 198. kissed someone on the lips? + + 199. french kissed someone? + + 200. necked? + + 201. petted? + + 202. received manual sex? + + 203. given manual sex? + + 204. received oral sex? + + 205. given oral sex + + 206. had sex? + + 207. had anal sex? (The use of fingers or any phallic objects in this + case would also count.) + + 208. done 69? + + 209. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 210. yielded willingly to a proposition from someone for sex, oral sex, + or mutual masturbation? + + 211. been a participant in a who's-physically-better-equipped + verification contest? (Contestants must be of same gender; + spectators, judges, umpires, and verifiers may be of different + gender.) + + 212. gave money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 213. received money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 214. fondled someone who was asleep? + + 215. attempted to seduce someone? + + 216. allowed yourself to be seduced? + + 217. had an orgasm while petting? + + 218. gave your partner an orgasm while petting? + + 219. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation with more than 10 people? + + 220. stroked or fondled the clothed legs of someone? + + 221. stroked or fondled the bare legs of someone? + + 222. stroked or fondled the clothed chest/torso region of someone? + + 223. stroked or fondled the bare chest/torso region of someone? + + 224. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the clothed genitals of + someone else? + + 225. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the bare genitals of someone + else? + + 226. been in a menage-a-trois of people of the same sex? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For any of the questions in this section, a yes answer is in order if it + is something that you do as an alternative to other sexual + gratifications or as an aid and/or in conjunction with other means + of sexual gratification, or in other words, have you done it in a + serious basis? Trying it a few times to see what it's like does no + count. + +7. Alternate Choices + + Do any of the following apply: + + 227. been decidedly heterosexual? + + 228. been decidedly homosexual? + + 229. been decidedly bisexual? + + 230. practiced bestiality(Note 6)? + + 231. practiced transvesticism? + + 232. practiced sadism(Note 7)? + + 233. practiced masochism(Note 8)? + + 234. practiced bondage? + + 235. practiced domination? + + 236. practiced submission? + + 237. practiced sodomy(Note 9)? + + 238. practiced cocrophilia(Note 10)? + + 239. practiced frotteurism(Note 11)? + + 240. practiced klismaphilia(Note 12)? + + 241. practiced necrophilia(Note 13)? + + 242. practice mysophilia(Note 14)? + + 243. practice scoptophilia(Note 15)? + + 244. practiced urophilia(Note 16)? + + 245. owned an underwear collection of underwears not belonging to you? + + 246. been a foot fetishist to any degree? + + 247. been a voyeur(Note 17)? + + 248. been an exhibitionist? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section relates to what you have or have not done. Accordingly, the + group of people we are speaking of are of both genders. In questions + where groups of people are concerned, there must be at least one + person in the group who is of the opposite gender. + +8. Group Sexual Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 249. listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + + 250. told dirty jokes in mixed company? + + 251. discussed masturbation? (Bringing up the topic of masturbation + during Purity Testing does not cut it as discussed masturbation.) + + 252. played a game in which it may require you or others to disrobe + themselves? + + 253. played a game in which it may require you or others to perform an + action on another participant? + + 254. been in intimate contact with more than one person at the same time + while all of you were nude? + + 255. had sex with more than 10 people? + + 256. had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour period? + + 257. had sex with both genders in a 24 hour period? + + 258. been in a bisexual/heterosexual menage-a-trois(Note 18)? + + 259. had sex or oral sex with a person and his/her parent? + + 260. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, necking, or petting with a + person and his/her sibling? + + 261. been involved in a two (or more) in one? + + 262. been involved in a gang bang? (Step right up; come and get it while + it's hot.) + + 263. been in a circle of fuck? + + 264. been in a 69 circle? + + 265. been to a (cooking, baby, Wesson) oil party? + + 266. participated in a heterosexual orgy or been involved in group sex? + (Four people or more; partners must be exchanged.) + + 267. participated in a bisexual orgy or group sex? (Four people or more; + partners must be exchanged.) + + 268. participated in a fuck-a-thon(Note 19)? (Where the object is to see + how many times you can do it in the certain amount of time.) +This section measures your kinkiness. Therefore, the questions apply to + both actions and events occurring while you were alone as well as + when you were with someone else. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +9. Extracurricular, deviant conduct + +9.1. Non sentient objects + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + tm + 269. used a bowling pin, Coke bottle, or something along those general + shapes for masturbatory or sexual purposes? + + 270. masturbated using the aid of food? + + 271. eaten the food used in masturbation after masturbation? + + 272. eaten a lab dissection? + + 273. inserted food into yours or someone else's anus? + + 274. eaten the food after it was extracted/evacuated from yours or + someone else's anus? + + 275. received an enema for a purpose than that of medical? + + 276. used a basket, garbage can, or any other comparable sized receptacle + for target practice masturbation? + + 277. used a mechanical hand-holdable device in aiding or replacing + masturbation? (Vibrator, massager, Dust-Buster, vacuum cleaner, + etc.) + + 278. used a feather or any other tickling device for the purpose of + tickling? + + 279. used ice for sexual purposes? + + 280. used whipped cream for sexual purposes? + + 281. used hot/melted wax for sexual purposes? + + 282. put food, gravy, syrup, salad dressing, candy, peanut butter, honey + or anything else edible on your partner's body and then eaten it? + + 283. used any household syrup, sandwich spreading, oil, salad dressing, + or any like substances for sexual purposes? + + 284. used ropes, chains, cuffs or any other such device for bondage + purposes? + + 285. used a whip, chain, cat-o-nine-tails, or something similar for pain? + + 286. worn a leather/grope suit? + + 287. used an inflatable doll? + + 288. humped an inanimate object like a pillow, (dinner) liver, hole in + the wall, sausages, bananas, etc? + + 289. had sex or oral sex with a dead person? + + 290. inserted a small animal or creature into your rectum? (Either alive + or dead.) + + 291. had sex, or oral sex with your (dead) dinner animal or creature? + + 292. attempted to have sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a + live animal, but failed? + + 293. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a smallish animal? + (Dogs, cats, rabbits, lab rats, gerbils, etc.) + + 294. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a wild animal? + (Tigers, elephants, cougars, snakes, aardvarks, etc.) + + 295. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a domesticated farm + animal? (Cow, pig, chicken, sheep, etc.) + + 296. mutilated any living animal or creature for your pleasures? + + 297. had sex with a live animal? (Any size.) [These three questions + differ from those above in that ones above measure your variation in + animal choice, and the questions down here measure what you do with + the animals.] + + 298. received oral sex from a live animal? (Any size.) + + 299. gave oral sex to a live animal? (Any size.) + + 300. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a single type + animal more than once? (Alive or dead.) + + 301. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with more than one kind + of animal? (Alive or dead.) + + 302. cross dressed in the undergarments of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose? (This means that school plays, initiations, and the such + don't count.) + + 303. stuffed your pants or bra while you were cross-dressed for your + sexual purpose? + + 304. had your head inserted into a urinal or toilet bowl willingly? + (Doing this in a pristine, show-room model does not count.) + + 305. worn an groinal underwear on your head? (Panties, jock-strap, etc.) + + 306. eaten, sucked, licked, nibbled, or otherwise inserted unwashed, used + crotch piece of underwear into your mouth while the said underwear + was not being worn at the time? + + 307. deliberately sniffed or smelled the crotch piece of unwashed, used + underwear while it was not being worn at the time? + + 308. played in or with shit? + + 309. worn or used a condom, or any feminine hygiene contraption that has + already been used by someone else? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section tries to figure out how many places you have done it. It + applies only to those situations in which you were with someone + else. + +9.2. Locality + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 310. necked or petted in a place of religion? (Church, temple, altar, + Grand Holy Cabbage Head Patch, etc.) + + 311. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of religion? + + 312. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of the dead? (Morgue, mortuary, cemetery, etc.) + + 313. necked or petted in a place of the dead? + + 314. had sex, been involved in oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a + contraption of the dead? (Coffin, hearse, etc.) + + 315. necked or petted in a contraption of the dead? + + 316. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a car, + station wagon, van, minivan, minibus, fuckmobile, or any moderately + sized, land-road based vehicle not in excess of 30,000 pounds net + unladen gross weight? + + 317. necked or petted in a car, station wagon, van, minivan, minibus, + fuckmobile, or any moderately sized, land-road based vehicle not in + excess of 30,000 pounds net unladen gross weight? + + 318. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a + land-road based vehicle in excess of 30,000 pounds net unladen gross + weight? (Truck, tank, armored vehicle, road-roller, etc.) + + 319. necked or petted in a land-road based vehicle in excess of 30,000 + pounds net unladen gross weight? + + 320. had sex been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a land + based, non road dependant vehicle? (Train, subway, roller-coaster, + etc.) + + 321. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, + vehicular transport medium locomoted by manual power? (Row boat, + surfboard, floating bathtub, etc. While it may be true that the + surfboard, or whatever, need not be in water at the time, we are + making it the case here; so for it to be valid point, the thing must + be in the water at the time.) + + 322. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, wind + or propeller driven transport medium not in excess of 80 feet? + (Yacht, PT boat, etc.) + + 323. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, wind + or propeller driven transport medium that is in excess of 80 feet? + (Ship, battleship, aircraft carrier, nuclear submarine, etc.) + + 324. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in an aircraft? + (Airplane, helicopter, hovercraft, balloon, zeppelin, flying carpet, + flying saucer, etc.) + + 325. had sex in a household room other than a bedroom? + + 326. had sex on the floor (but not the roof)? + + 327. had sex on any furniture that is indoors but is not a bed, table, + desk, counter-top, a nor anything that is predominantly used for + sitting, or to be used as a table/desk? + + 328. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a telephone booth, voting booth, automatic + photograph takers, or any such small, non-moving enclosure that was + not designed for such activities? + + 329. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, or any + building internal people moving device? + + 330. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation up a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + + 331. had sex participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation on a roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + + 332. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation inside or within the confines of a hedge, bush, other + natural vegetation which can provide a wall effect, cave, rock + overhang, in a well, or any other secluded, outdoor, non-vegetative + shielding structure? + + 333. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in the snow? (Spring thaw + acceptable.) + + 334. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a place where the + prevailing, ambient temperature (of the air immediately surrounding + you) was below the freezing point of water? + + 335. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a place where you could have been discovered? + + 336. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a water-filled + bath-tub, hot tub, under a shower, running water (as in waterfalls, + tropical, torrential downpour, monsoons, etc.)? + + 337. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a body of water? + (swimming pool, swimming hole, pond, lake, lagoon, sea, ocean, etc) + + 338. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a bathroom of the + opposite sex? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +9.3. Style + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 339. watched while someone else masturbated? + + 340. orgasmed on somebody? + + 341. orgasmed in somebody if you are a male or had someone orgasm in you + if you are a female? + + 342. been involved in the use of a penis as a leash or bludgeoning + device? + + 343. been involved in oxygen deprivation for sexual enhancement? + (Nitrous oxide does not count.) + + 344. willingly made video tapes or had pictures taken while having sex, + oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 345. willingly made audio recordings while having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation? + + 346. talked dirty while having sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 347. intentionally made more noise than necessary while having sex, oral + sex, or mutual masturbation so as to put on a good show for whoever + may be listening in? + + 348. had a family pet or domesticated animal walk over you or your + partner during sex? + + 349. had a general emergency arise while you were steeped in sex? (Such + as: house on fire, flash flood, private plane crash lands in your + dwelling...) + + 350. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation with someone in which + there is an age difference of more than 10 years? + + 351. taken nude pictures of someone else? + + 352. had nude pictures of you taken? + + 353. been involved in breast fucking? + + 354. participated in fist-fucking? + + 355. had sex for more than three hours in a single session of sex? + + 356. been bruised during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 357. bruised someone else during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 358. been injured during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 359. orgasmed more the three times in one session of sex? + + 360. disturbed other people by the making of excessive noise while you + and your partner were having sex? + + 361. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation while you were driving + (the car or boat or whatever vehicle)? + + 362. had sex doggie fashion? + + 363. had sex in the female superior position? + + 364. had sex sitting up? + + 365. had sex standing up? + + 366. had sex upside-down? + + 367. gone through two or more sexual positions without the need for + re-entry? + + 368. fell asleep during sex? + + 369. woken up to someone having sex with you? + + 370. given or received a hickey on your upper, inner thigh? + + 371. been on the receiving of anal sex? + + 372. been on the ramming end of anal sex? + + 373. had sex more than 10 times with 1 person? + + 374. had sex more than 5 times in a 24 hour period? + + 375. had sex more than 10 times in a 24 hour period? + + 376. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in masturbation + while someone other than your partner was watching? + + 377. had sex or oral sex while one or both of you were playing a musical + instrument, hacked, watched television, read, drawn or in other + words were preoccupied with something other than sex and lust? + + 378. performed oral sex after intercourse without washing or douching? + + 379. kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing + teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? + + 380. inflicted pain during sex? + + 381. drawn blood by biting during sex? (Hickeys do not count as having + drawn blood.) + + 382. been involved in cunnilingus(Note 20) during the woman's period? + + 383. had sex during the woman's period? + + 384. foot masturbated someone? + + 385. been foot masturbated? + + 386. tongue bathed someone? + + 387. been tongue bathed? + + 388. licked or sucked on someone else's feet and/or toes? + + 389. had your feet and/or toes licked or sucked by someone else? + + 390. licked someone's anus? + + 391. licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + + 392. performed oral sex while the person was urinating? + + 393. drank your own urine? + + 394. tasted or drank someone else's urine? + + 395. drank human blood? + + 396. tasted someone else's nasal mucous? + + 397. been involved in golden showers? + + 398. swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretions? + + 399. used the Purity Test as a checklist of things you could do? + + 400. participated in Purity Testing with an ulterior motive? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +I. Scoring + +Congratulations, you are now the proud owner of a sheet of paper with lots of +itty-bitty answers to the Purity Test. Sworn to excellence of workmanship, we +now give you directions on how to calculate your Purity score. There are +several methods; the calculator method works best, as does the a la mainframe +method. (A DECsystem-2060 works great as a PC.) Of the easier ways: count up +all your "no" answers, then divide this number by four. This gives your +percentage purity; the higher the number, the more pure you are; in the same +vein, the lower the score, the more of a sleaze-bag you are. For your +reference, we include calculator directions: + + For people with real calculators (HP): + + <#no ans.> [ENTER] 4 / + + For people with other (dinky) calculators: + + <#no ans.> / 4 = +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +II. Warranty Information + +We hope that you have enjoyed this test. It does not come with a warranty, nor +does it guarantee that it will get you laid or make you somehow somewhat better +in bed or the haystack. + +The makers of this test are not responsible for any liabilities or damages +resulting from this test, including but not limited to, paternity suits. Ask +your doctor or pharmacist. + +Do not take apart; there are no user serviceable parts inside. + +Propagate (this test) at will, even without the written permission of the +publisher; just don't edit or change it. In reproducing this test, the authors +of this test may exercise droit de seigneur over you, your immediate family, or +fiance(e). You may or may not have additional rights which may vary from state +to state. (i.e. inebriated) + +Not recommended for children under twelve. Parental guidance discouraged and +frowned upon. Pencils, additional paper, and batteries not included. Some +assembly may be required. Does not come with any other figures. + +Drive carefully; 90% of the people in the world are caused by accidents. + +The above is a public service announcement of this institution. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +(1)Rushin' fingers. + +(2)Roamin' hands. + +(3)They come as a set of several balls strung together. These balls are +inserted into the rectum of one of the participants before sex, and are yanked +out, usually by the partner, during orgasm. I think it's supposed to feel good +or something like that. + +(4)Goose: opposite of moon. + +(5)You must be at least 48 inches tall to be allowed on this ride. + +(6)Avec les animaux. + +(7)For clarification: a sadist likes to hurt others. + +(8)For clarification: a masochist likes to receive pain. + +(9)Anal sex. + +(10)Marked interest in excrement; esp. use of feces or filth for sexual +excitement.--Webster's Third New International Dictionary. + An obsession with feces, varied in expression; it may involve the sight and +sound of a person defecating.--The Book of Sex Lists, compiled by A. B. Gerber. +Ballantine Books, New York. 1981. + +(11)3: Masturbation by rubbing against another person.--Webster's. + The need to rub against another stranger, especially in a tightly packed +crowd.--Sex Lists. + +(12)A dependency on being given an enema.--Sex Lists. + +(13)Fascination with the dead; specif: obsession with and usu. erotic +attraction toward and stimulation by corpses typically evidenced by overt acts +(as copulation with a corpse.)--Webster's. + +(14)Abnormal attraction to filth.--Webster's. + A dependency on something soiled or filthy, such as sweaty underwear or used +menstrual pads.--Sex Lists. + +(15)A desire to look at sexually stimulating scenes esp. as a substitute for +actual sexual participation that constitutes a partial or component instinct +often sublimated (as in a desire for learning).--Webster's. + A dependency on looking at sexual organs and watching sexual activity openly. +It is not surreptitious as in voyeurism.--Sex Lists. + +(16)Being dependently responsive to the smell or taste of urine or the sight +and sound of someone urinating.--Sex Lists. + +(17)1: One whose sexual desire is concentrated upon seeing sex organs and +sexual acts -- called also peeping tom. 2: An unduly prying observer usu. in +search of sordid acts or scandalous sights.--Webster's. + Being dependently responsive to the risk of being caught while illicitly +peering at another person or couple undressing or engaged in sexual +activity.--Sex Lists. + +(18)Do NOT attempt this if you have a heart condition, or have a history of +cardiac failures. + +(19)Do NOT attempt this at home. This is an extremely dangerous activity. The +people who perform this feat are highly trained athletes. + +(20)Vaginal oral sex. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + Table of Contents +Disclaimer of Liability A +Genesis - History B +Instructions for Use C +1. Platonic Relations 1 +2. Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism 2 +3. Legislative Misfits and Other Ethical Questions 3 +4. Drugs 4 +5. Non Platonic 5 +6. Non Primary Choice Relations 6 +7. Alternate Choices 7 +8. Group Sexual Relations 8 +9. Extracurricular, deviant conduct 9 + 9.1. Non sentient objects 9 + 9.2. Locality 10 + 9.3. Style 11 +I. Scoring 12 +II. Warranty Information 13 +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + +/* ---------- */ + + +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +Seth I. Rich +Math/Philosophy, Case Western Reserve University +Rabbits on walls, no problem. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/purity.500 b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.500 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b3925bcd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/purity.500 @@ -0,0 +1,1013 @@ + THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL + P U R I T Y T E S T + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Version 4.0 (500) + Final Release + 23-Apr-1988 + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with + going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy's law on + sex: Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes + waste. Virginity can be cured. + + This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research + Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory. + The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted + as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the + Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be + interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed + any of the actions contained herein. + _______________________________________________________________________________ + + Disclaimer of Liability + + The user of this test acknowledges that sex is a hazardous sport; that a person + must copulate in control, and use good judgement at all times; that partners' + conditions vary constantly and are greatly affected by weather changes and + previous use; and that dirty sheets, variations in terrain and bed surfaces, + spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and debris, clothed obstacles, and + many other natural and man-made obstacles and hazards, including other users + and customers, exist throughout the bedroom area. Personal managers + (pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and equipment are constantly in + use and may be hazardous to those not copulating in control. Impotence, + collisions, and social diseases resulting in injury can happen at any time, + even to those copulating in control with proper sexual equipment. Inherent + risks are part of the sport and may exist within your partner. As a condition + of being permitted to use the facilities of your partner, the user of this test + agrees to copulate in control and within the limits of his/her ability, and + further acknowledges and accepts these hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes + the risk of injury or loss to person or damage to property which might result + from use of the partner's facilities. + + As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your + partner, the customer understands and agrees that: (1) in the event of a + transfer of use by another or anything else in the management's opinion is + misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked + without refund; (2) the partner is the property of the harem and, upon request, + s/he must be presented to any authorized representative of the pimp/spouse; (3) + sexual equipment must be visibly displayed at all times when you are in any + bedroom and when approaching the bed to copulate. Your sexual partner is not + transferable; see Theft of Services, V.S.A., sections 2581 and 2582. + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Purity Test Genesis/History: + + Version 1 (100) Created at MIT's Baker House. Two parallel versions; one for + male, and one for female. Not much is known about this + version. It was ported to CMU by ps in 1982. + Version 2 (247) Spring 1983 - CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al. + Expanded to 247 questions. This marked the beginning of + the unisex versions. The story goes that they intended it to be + 250 questions, but got tired that night and said "we'll think + of three more tomorrow", and tomorrow never got there. + Version 3.3C.1 (400) on 05-Dec-1984 + First formal release general of this test, version 3.xx. All + former versions were short-lived and tended to be bug-ridden. + Does not discriminate against gays or bi's. Good correspondence + of scores (especially in the higher score ranges) between this + version and version 2. Added Genesis/History section. + Version 3.4 (400) on 29-Jan-1985 + Internal version; never released. Source code accidentally + destroyed, much to the consternation of one of the authors. + Cleaned up many bugs. Added sections: Disclaimer of Liability, + Instructions for Use, Scoring, and Warranty Information. + Version 3.5 (400) on 10-Apr-1985 + Rebuilt from the 3.3C.1 source and the 3.4 (only surviving + copy) Xerox X9700 laser printer hardcopy. Cleaned up same bugs + in 3.4; wiped out a duplicate question. Added in verbose + history section. + Version 3.5A (400) on 13-Apr-1985: CMU/da, fa, tc, no, dt, sv, rz, et al + Found that we had 431 questions instead of 400. + Version 3.5B (400) on 18-Mar-1986: Yale (Pierson College)/ as + Intermediate release, with footnotes integrated into main body + of text and some grammatical errors cleaned up. Begun in + Fall, 1985; finished in April for the benefit of a friend at + MIT (where it all began), who hadn't seen any versions except + the antique Version 1. + Version 3.5C (400) on 17-Jan-1988: Yale (Pierson College)/mmd (CLARINET@YALEVM) + Grammatical errors corrected. Introduction and history + cleaned up. + Version 4.0 (500) on 23-April-1988: Yale (Silliman College)/dfc, ad, dcg, mlm, + and Dartmouth (Alpha Theta)/alb. Original 400-question version + expanded to 500 questions. + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Instructions for Use: + + This is a fairly long test consisting of five hundred questions. It starts out + tame and gets progressively worse (or better, depending on your viewpoint). + There are many ways of going about taking this test. You can, of course, as + your right, guaranteed by the Constitution, be anti-social and sequester + yourself in your room and take this test all by yourself; however, we feel that + the funnest way to utilize this test is to hold a Purity Test Party. All you + need is one copy of the test, and a bunch of friends. (Lots of writing + implements and paper would be useful too.) The person with the copy of the + test is the test administrator; s/he readsd the questions out loud and + everybody else writes down their answers. We have no definite rules as to + whether the participants are required to divulge their answers; that is up to + the group to decide. However, each person's purity score should be made common + knowledge. (The person with the highest score gets to be giggled at for the + rest of his/her life.) This works great at parties and lets everybody know + who's easy and who isn't, so you'll know who to go home with. Don't leave home + without it. + + Definitions + + All questions in this test pertain to events that have happened to you + subsequent to your weaning and babyhood/infancy. Anything that may have + happened before that time is considered not standing and void. + + The term mutual masturbation refers to someone masturbating you AND/OR you + masturbating someone else, not exclusively both at the same time. + + We would also like to define having sex in the homosexual case; homosexual sex + has occurred when both partners are of the same sex and one of the partners has + an orgasm while there is some contact between the genitals of both partners. + + We would now like to bring to your attention that there is no passing nor + failing score. Therefore, one really shouldn't worry too much about getting a + high score... even if you do get giggled at for the rest of your life. + --- ALL TECHNICALITIES COUNT --- + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 1: Platonic Relations. 19 Questions. + For this section, if you are mostly a: + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to + by the word "someone" or "partner", is to be someone + of the OPPOSITE gender. + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + word "someone" or "partner", is to be someone of + YOUR OWN gender. + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the word "someone" or "partner", is to + be someone of the OPPOSITE gender. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 1. kissed a friend or stranger on their hands or their head/neck region + as a friendly gesture? + 2. held hands with someone? + 3. had a date? + 4. had a date past 1 a.m.? + 5. dated someone on a regular basis? + 6. picked someone up? + 7. been picked up? + 8. gone steady? + 9. slow danced? + 10. had the symptoms of Russian fingers (rushin' fingers)? + 11. had the symptoms of Roman hands (roamin' hands)? + 12. shared a bed, sleeping bag, or sleeping accommodations with someone + without anything steamy happening? + 13. given a back or neck rub or massage with no ulterior motive? + 14. used tickling as a pick-up, get-to-know-you-better routine? + 15. directly asked someone whom you were not going out with and had + never gone out with if they were a virgin? + 16. used physical strength, physical power, or any physical prowess, or + prowesslessness as a factor in pick-up, get-to-know-you-better + routine? + 17. secretly lusted after someone without that person knowing? + 18. dropped subtle hints to someone whom you liked/loved/wanted, hoping + that they would pick up on it? + 19. written anonymous "love letters" to someone (secret admirer, etc. That + is, dropped some not-so-subtle hints). + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 2: Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism. 51 Questions. + + Although this section is termed Auto-erotica and mono-sexualism, the + events herein still count even if you are with someone else at the time. + It was so named because these activities, like the harp, (and the + porcelain goddess) are predominantly solo events. + + Have you ever done the following: + 20. had an arousing dream? (Wet dreams and the like.) + 21. been sexually aroused? + 22. uttered/muttered/yelled/screamed (or in other words verbally + expressed) obscenities? + 23. fantasized about your long-term instructor, mentor, or someone who + is superior to you? (One day skydiving teachers, two hour ski + instructors, and the like do not count.) + 24. fantasized about your lawyer, doctor, nurse, psychiatrist or someone + with whom you are having a professional relationship? + 25. fantasized about someone you know personally but not closely? + 26. fantasized about anyone and masturbated at the same time? + 27. read or bought pornographic periodicals? + 28. ever had a subscription to pornographic periodicals? + 29. read sexually explicit literature? + 30. gone skinny dipping alone? + 31. made obscene phone calls? + 32. phoned up any recorded phone sex numbers? (e.g. (212)976-2626, + (212)976-2727, (212)976-2828, etc. Please note that these are fifty + cent calls in addition to toll charges and long distance charges.) + 33. phoned up any live phone sex numbers? + 34. stuffed your bra if you are female, or stuffed your pants if you are + male? + 35. shaved your genital pubic hair? + 36. shaved your genital pubic hair on a fairly regular basis? + 37. colored or bleached your genital pubic hair? + 38. shaved or shaped your genital pubic hair in a particular design? + (moons, hearts, diamonds, clovers, etc.) + 39. masturbated? + 40. masturbated at least five times in one twenty-four hour period? + 41. masturbated on a fairly regular basis of no less than once a + fortnight? + 42. masturbated where you could have been discovered? (In a crowd, in + public, city parks, gym/dorm/barrack showers, movie theater, etc.) + 43. masturbated out in the wilds or in nature with no nearby + civilization? + 44. masturbated to orgasm? + 45. masturbated while reading either pornographic or sexually explicit + materials? + 46. masturbated while driving a *moving* land vehicle? (Car, RV, truck, + motorcycle, hearse, etc.) + 47. masturbated while on the phone? (No kinky interpretations of "on the + phone". This is legit.) + 48. masturbated while in a bathroom of the opposite sex? + 49. masturbated while watching an R or X-rated show? + 50. seen any burlesque show? (Rocky Horror counts) + 51. been to a peep show? + 52. been to a private showing of a pornographic movie? + 53. seen a pornographic movie in a theater? + 54. walked around in your room/apartment/house/habitation in the nude? + (Must be a serious walk; five minutes of going around trying to find + your undies after a shower doesn't count.) + 55. walked around in a public or semi-public area with a top (shirt, + T-shirt, etc) but no bottoms (pants, shorts, etc)? (Dorm hallways, + lobby areas, etc. are acceptable; however locker rooms, bathrooms + and such places where this behavior is acceptable do not count.) + 56. bought blatant sexual objects? (This means that if you buy a bottle + of Coke and you use it as a dildo, it doesn't count. Think design and + function.) + 57. owned any erotic art pieces? (Like that phallic symbol in the cat + woman scene in "A Clockwork Orange.") + 58. written down your own stories or fantasies for masturbatory purposes? + (Your own custom-made Penthouse Forum [tm]) + 59. sculpted erotic/obscene artworks in food (bananas, carrots, apples...)? + 60. eaten any erotic food items? (Chocolate tits, banana dicks, etc.) + 61. sculpted erotic/obscene artworks in soap, wood, or any other + carvable material that isn't food? + 62. made an X- or R-rated snowman or snowwoman? + 63. tasted your own orgasmic liquids? + 64. inserted your finger into your rectum? + 65. used ben-wa balls or anal beads? (ben-wa balls: a pair of small, usually + metal, balls which are placed in the vagina or anus and are supposed to + feel good as they move around. Anal beads: a string of beads inserted + into the anus which is supposed to feel good as it is pulled out.) + 66. performed oral sex on yourself? (Yes, this is possible for most males, + and even for some females.) + 67. willingly urinated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: piss in your pants; wet yourself; had an + accident.) + 68. willingly urinated on any part of your body? + 69. willingly defecated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: shit in your pants; had a serious accident.) + 70. willingly defecated on yourself? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 3: Legislative Misfits and Other Ethical Matters. 61 Questions. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 71. administered a whole Purity Test or are in the process of + administering a whole Purity Test of any version? (That's where you + are the test administrator in a Purity Test Party. See "Instructions + for Use" for further information.) + 72. taken Purity Tests of any versions more than 5 times? + 73. lied on any previous Purity Tests? + 74. exaggerated about any sexual experiences? + 75. gone to (or escorted someone to) a Planned Parenthood Clinic? (for an + exam, to obtain birth control pills, diaphragm, etc.) + 76. broken your word, promise, or vow? + 77. lied to someone at someone else's request? + 78. lied about your sexual preference in order to avoid a date? + 79. written graffitti? + 80. plagiarized? + 81. shoplifted? + 82. stolen? + 83. made out a check that bounced? + 84. used someone else's credit card without their knowledge and/or consent? + 85. committed breaking and entering? + 86. seen a snuff film? + 87. read someone else's diary without their knowledge and/or consent? + 88. searched someone's room without their knowledge and/or consent? + 89. told someone that you loved them when you did not? + 90. told someone that you loved them strictly because you wanted to have + sex with them? + 91. fantasized about someone else other than your partner while you were + engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 92. intentionally listened in on other people having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation without their knowing it? + 93. used alcohol to lower someone else's inhibitions for the purpose of + sex or oral sex? + 94. used drugs to lower someone else's inhibitions for the purpose of sex + or oral sex? + 95. drugged someone without their knowledge and/or consent? (hash brownies + and the like.) + 96. forced or coerced someone into having intimate physical relations + with you? + 97. had dates with more than one person in the same night while one or + more of the people involved were NOT aware of your actions? + 98. gone steady with two or more people at the same time while one or + more of the people involved were NOT aware of what you were doing? + 99. gone steady with two or more people at the same time while all of + them WERE aware you were doing it? + 100. urinated on someone else intentionally? (Piss fights!) + 101. urinated in cup, bottle, pitcher or any such receptacle that was not + originally designed for such purpose? Urinalysis incidents don't count. + 102. urinated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse, tree, bush or any + commonly accepted piss hole? (in the kitchen sink, in the glove + compartment of the family car...) + 103. urinated from higher than the fifth floor, or equivalent height, + above ground level, out of a building or off a bridge or any such + permanent structure (e.g. the Grand Canyon)? + 104. defecated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse or any commonly + accepted shit hole? (Camping/hiking trips in which bathroom/outhouse + access are nil do not count.) + 105. stored any excretia in a refrigerator, oven, or any food + storage/preparation appliance? + 106. stored evacuated excretia anywhere else in your room, apartment, + house, habitation, office, etc? + 107. entered a bathroom of the opposite sex, unaccompanied by someone of the + opposite sex, while not involved in a search and/or rescue mission? + 108. mooned or flashed someone from the front? + 109. farted (audibly) in mixed company? + 110. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before an informal, unofficial gathering of people? + 111. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before a formal (official) gathering of people? (Such as a + function, stage performance, charity dinner, etc.) + 112. been arrested? (Picture taken and all that wonderful, free stuff.) + 113. received money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone? + 114. given money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone? + 115. thought you might be, or might have caused someone else to be, + unintentionally pregnant? + 116. bought a home pregnancy test? + 117. bought condoms? + 118. borrowed/stolen/taken birth control devices from your or someone else's + parents? (Condoms, spermicidal foam, diaphragms, chastity belt) + 119. had, or given someone, an unwanted pregnancy? + 120. lied about being pregnant or about having made someone pregnant? + 121. had sex while either you or your partner, but not both, were under the + legal age of consent of the state in which you were having sex? + 122. thought you had VD? + 123. had VD of any sort (VD, STD's, i.e. the clap, crabs, herpes, etc.) + 124. had an AIDS test due to reasonable suspicion or hyperactive imagination? + 125. given a sympathy fuck? + 126. initiated sex with someone for the sake of sex only? + 127. willingly committed incest? + 128. committed adultery? (you need not have been the one who was married + to get this point.) + 129. bought lingerie/undergarments of the opposite sex? + 130. stolen the underwear of someone you knew, for a purpose other than + that of a practical joke or to just ire the person? (A bunch of guys + invading the women's dorm on a mission of panty raids does not + count.) + 131. intentionally taken someone's underwear and didn't know who it + belonged to? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 4: Drugs. 43 Questions. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 132. had an alcoholic drink? + 133. been intoxicated? + 134. thrown up from having drunk too much alcohol? + 135. passed out due to having drunk too much alcohol? + 136. forgotten events that occurred while you were drunk? + 137. smoked tobacco? (cigarette, pipe, cigar, hookah) + 138. chewed tobacco? (snuff) + 139. bought controlled/illicit drugs, or any compound scheduled by the + DEA, in violation of the law? + 140. sold or re-sold controlled/illicit substances, or any compound + scheduled by the DEA, in violation of the law? + 141. taken stimulants? + 142. taken depressants excluding alcohol? + 143. inhaled nitrous oxide while not visiting a dentist? + 144. inhaled anything containing butyl nitrate? + 145. used a commercial aphrodisiac? (Spanish Fly, Magic Love Drops, powdered + rhino horn, etc.) + 146. taken valium? + 147. smoked marijuana/sensemilia? + 148. smoked marijuana/sensemilia more than four times? + 149. eaten marijuana/sensemilia? + 150. eaten marijuana or sensemilia more than four times? + 151. taken opiate in any form? + 152. taken opiate in any form more than twice? + 153. used cocaine? + 154. used cocaine more than four times? + 155. injected any drugs into your body for any other purpose other than + medical? + 156. injected any one drug into your body for any purpose other than + medical more than twice? + 157. taken Ecstasy/X? + 158. taken PCP? + 159. taken PCP more than twice? + 160. taken d-lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD-25), peyote, or psilocybin? + 161. taken LSD, peyote, or psilocybin more than twice? + 162. taken LSD more than six times? + 163. deliberately injured yourself so as to obtain medication? + 164. played any games in which there was a mystery as to who would be + getting drugs and who wouldn't, yet everybody plays in it? (e.g. + "Who's got the pill", where half the cups (of soda) have LSD in them and + the other half don't, and everybody picks a cup and drinks it and wonders + who gets lucky.) + 165. gone to class or work while under the influence of drugs? (alcohol + counts) + 166. mixed drugs? (alcohol counts. Mixed meaning being under the influence of + two or more drugs at once.) + 167. sold possessions in order to obtain drugs? + 168. had sex while under the influence of nitrous? + 169. had an orgasm while under the influence of nitrous? (difficult because of + timing) + 170. had sex while under the influence of cocaine? + 171. had sex while under the influence of marijuana/sensemilia? + 172. had sex while under the influence of Ecstasy/X? + 173. had sex while under the influence of LSD, peyote, or psilocybin? + 174. had sex while under the influence of drugs with a partner who did not + realize you were on them? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 5: Non Platonic Relations. 63 Questions. + + For this section, it you are mostly a: + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by + the word "someone" or "partner", is someone of the + OPPOSITE gender. + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + word "someone" or "partner", is to be someone of + your OWN gender. + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often referred + to by the word "someone" or "partner", is to be + someone of the OPPOSITE gender. + + Have you done any of the following: + 175. propositioned someone for necking or petting? + (petting is defined as any caressing, patting, stroking or fondling.) + 176. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 177. pinched or patted someone else's buttocks? + 178. french kissed? + 179. been kissed below the neck but not including arms or hands? + 180. kissed someone else below the neck but not including arms or hands? + 181. necked? + 182. petted above the waist? + 183. petted below the waist? + 184. kissed on the first date? + 185. necked on the first date? + 186. petted above the waist on the first date? + 187. petted below the waist on the first date? + 188. given a hickey? + 189. received a hickey? + 190. worn specific clothes for the purpose of hiding hickeys? (i.e., + turtlenecks) + 191. fondled or stroked someone else's clothed legs? + 192. fondled or stroked someone else's bare legs? + 193. fondled or stroked someone else's frontal chest/torso region? + 194. had your frontal chest/torso region fondled or stroked? + 195. been involved with pelvic thrusting while fully clothed? + 196. had your fingers licked or sucked? + 197. had your ear or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked, or + nibbled? + 198. licked, breathed onto, sucked, or nibbled an ear or ear region? + 199. licked or sucked someone else's finger(s)? + 200. fondled someone who was asleep? + 201. given a back massage with ulterior motives? + 202. given a back massage that led to something steamier? + 203. seen someone else completely nude when that person was under good + lighting conditions? + 204. been seen completely nude by someone else under good lighting + conditions? + 205. been in someone's company while both of you were completely nude? + 206. bathed or showered with someone? + 207. let someone else wash you while you were perfectly capable of doing + it yourself. (This means that if you were in the hospital with two + broken arms and the nurse washed you, it doesn't count, no matter how + cute s/he was.) + 208. gone skinny dipping in mixed company? + 209. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's clothed + breast (as either possessor or fondler of the breast)? + 210. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's bare + breast (as either possessor or fondler of the breast)? + 211. licked, sucked, or nibbled on someone else's nipple? + 212. had your nipple licked, sucked, or nibbled upon? + 213. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's + covered genitals? + 214. had your covered genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + 215. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's bare + genitals? + 216. had your bare genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + 217. had an orgasm while petting? + 218. given your partner an orgasm while petting? + 219. given finger scratch marks? + 220. received finger scratch marks? + 221. drawn blood by scratching during sex? + 222. drawn blood by biting during sex? (hickeys do not count as having drawn + blood) + 223. given or received *scars* from scratches or bites made during sex? + 224. performed oral sex? + 225. received oral sex? + 226. swallowed semen, or licked female liquids off of fingers? + 227. done sixty-nine ? + 228. performed mutual masturbation? + 229. had sex? (No need for orgasm; penetration counts.) + 230. had sex on the first date? + 231. had sex without the use of birth control devices? (Use of the rhythm, + prayer, and hope methods counts as "without the use of birth control + devices".) + 232. had sex with a virgin? (Not yourself.) + 233. had sex with someone whose name you did not know? (and *still* don't + know) + 234. had sex with someone whose face you never saw? + 235. had sex with someone where there was an age difference of more than 20 + years? + 236. had sex with someone not of your own race? + 237. had sex with a religious officiary? (Priest, nun, mother-superior, + cardinal, pope, deity, etc.) + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 6: Non Primary Choice Relations. 39 questions. + + This section of the test deals with whether you have done things with + people whom you may not be altogether comfortable, therefore in this + section of the test, if you are mostly a: + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + word "someone" or "partner", is to be someone of your + OWN gender. + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + word "someone" or "partner", is someone of the + OPPOSITE gender. + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the word "someone" or "partner", is to + be someone of your OWN gender. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 238. held hands or otherwise displayed public affection? + 239. kissed someone on the lips? + 240. french kissed someone? + 241. necked? + 242. petted? + 243. received manual sex? + 244. given manual sex? + 245. received oral sex? + 246. given oral sex? + 247. had sex? + 248. had sex with a virgin? (not yourself.) + 249. had sex with someone when there was an age difference of more than 20 + years? + 250. had anal sex? (The use of fingers or any phallic objects in this + case would also count.) + 251. been involved in fist-fucking? + 252. done 69? (simultaneous oral sex.) + 253. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 254. yielded willingly to a proposition from someone for sex, oral sex, + or mutual masturbation? + 255. had sex with someone whose name you didn't know? (and still don't + know.) + 256. had sex with someone whose face you never saw? + 257. been a participant in a who's-physically-better-equipped + verification contest? (Contestants must be of same gender; + spectators, judges, umpires, and verifiers may be of different + gender.) + 258. been a judge in a contest such as above? + 259. gave money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 260. received money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 261. fondled someone who was asleep? + 262. attempted to seduce someone? + 263. allowed yourself to be seduced? + 264. had an orgasm while petting? + 265. gave your partner an orgasm while petting? + 266. had an orgasm at all? + 267. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation with more than 10 people? + 268. stroked or fondled the clothed legs of someone? + 269. stroked or fondled the bare legs of someone? + 270. stroked or fondled the clothed chest/torso region of someone? + 271. stroked or fondled the bare chest/torso region of someone? + 272. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the clothed genitals of + someone else? + 273. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the bare genitals of someone + else? + 274. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation with someone not of your own race? + 275. been in a menage-a-trois of people of the same sex? + 276. been involved in group sex, with all participants of the same sex? (4 + or more people, partners must be exchanged.) + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 7: Alternate Choices. 26 questions. + + For any of the questions in this section, a yes answer is in order if it + is something that you do as an alternative to other sexual gratifications + or as an aid and/or in conjunction with other means of sexual + gratification. In other words, have you done it in a serious basis? + Trying it a few times to see what it's like does not count. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 277. been decidedly heterosexual? + 278. been decidedly homosexual? + 279. been decidedly bisexual? + 280. practiced bestiality (avec les animaux)? + 281. practiced transvesticism? + 282. practiced sadism ? + 283. practiced masochism ? + 284. practiced bondage? + 285. practiced domination? + 286. practiced submission? + 287. practiced sodomy (anal intercourse)? + 288. practiced cocrophilia (a marked interest in excrement; esp. the use of + feces or filth for sexual excitement)? + 289. practiced frotteurism (masturbation by rubbing against another's person + or the need to rub against another stranger)? + 290. practiced infantilism (a dependency on the sight or feeling of diapers + or of being diapered; a dependency on being dressed and treated as a + baby)? + 291. practiced klismaphilia (a dependency on being given an enema)? + 292. practiced necrophilia (copulation with a corpse)? + 293. practiced mysophilia (a dependency on something soiled or filthy, such as + sweaty underwear or used menstrual pads)? + 294. practiced scoptophilia (a dependency on looking at sexual organs and + watching sexual activity openly, not surreptitiously, as in voyeurism)? + 295. practiced urophilia (being dependently responsive to the smell or taste + of urine or the sight and sound of someone urinating)? + 296. practiced role-playing (nurse-patient, teacher-student, border guard- + well endowed co-ed, etc.)? + 297. owned an underwear collection of underwear not belonging to you? + 298. been a foot fetishist to any degree? + 299. been a leather fetishist to any degree? + 300. been a rubber/latex fetishist to any degree? + 301. been a voyeur? + 302. been an exhibitionist? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 8: Group Sexual Relations. 27 questions. + + This section relates to what you have or have not done. Accordingly, the + group of people of which we are speaking are of both genders. In + questions where groups of people are concerned, there must be at least + one person in the group who is of the opposite gender. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 303. listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + 304. told dirty jokes in mixed company? + 305. discussed masturbation? (Bringing up the topic of masturbation + during Purity Testing does not cut it as discussing masturbation.) + 306. watched a porn movie in mixed company? + 307. watched a porn movie with your own or someone else's parents? + 308. played a game which may require you or others to disrobe? + 309. played a game which may require you or others to perform an + action on another participant? + 310. been in intimate contact with more than one person at the same time + while all of you were nude? + 311. had oral sex with more than 10 people? (not necessarily at one time) + 312. had sex with more than 10 people? (not necessarily at one time) + 313. had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour period? + 314. had sex with both genders in a 24 hour period? + 315. been in a menage-a-trois with at least one member of the opposite sex? + 316. walked in on others having sex (committed an "oops") and then joined in? + 317. had sex or oral sex with a person and his/her parent? (not necessarily + at the same time.) + 318. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, necking, or petting with a + person and his/her sibling? (not necessarily at the same time.) + 319. been involved in a two (or more) in one? (oral & anal or vaginal & anal + counts. But no fingers - we're talking the real thing here.) + 320. been involved in a gang bang? (Step right up; come and get it while + it's hot.) + 321. been in a circle of fuck? + 322. been in a 69 circle? + 323. been to a (cooking, baby, Wesson) oil party? + 324. played naked Twister [tm] (with or without oil)? + 325. participated in a heterosexual orgy or been involved in group sex? + (Four people or more; partners must be exchanged.) + 326. participated in a bisexual orgy or group sex? (Four people or more; + partners must be exchanged.) + 327. propositioned a person or group of people for group sex? + 328. been propositioned for group sex? + 329. participated in a fuck-a-thon? (Where the object is to see how + many times you can do it in a certain amount of time.) + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 9: Non sentient objects. 62 questions. + + This section measures your kinkiness. Therefore, the questions apply to + actions and events which occurred while you were alone, as well as those + which occurred while you were with someone else. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 330. used a bowling pin, Coke bottle, or something along those general + shapes for masturbatory or sexual purposes? + 331. masturbated using the aid of food? + 332. eaten the food used in masturbation after masturbation? + 333. eaten a lab dissection? + 334. inserted food into your or someone else's anus? + 335. eaten food after it was extracted/evacuated from your or someone else's + anus? + 336. received an enema for a purpose other than medical? + 337. received an enema consisting on a non-normal enema solution (wine, beer, + urine, windex)? + 338. actually measured your own or someone else's penis? (i.e., actually + grabbed a ruler, yardstick, tape measure, etc.) + 339. used a mechanical hand-holdable device in aiding or replacing + masturbation? (Vibrator, massager, Dustbuster(tm), vacuum cleaner, etc.) + 340. used a feather or any other tickling device for the purpose of + tickling? + 341. used tickling as a form of *arousal*? + 342. used ice for sexual purposes? + 343. used ice for something frozen as a dildo? (ice cubes don't count here - + icicles, popsicles, and the like. Penetration.) + 344. used a strap-on dildo or male extension sheath? + 345. used whipped cream for sexual purposes? + 346. used hot/melted wax for sexual purposes? + 347. had sex in front of or under a mirror? + 348. put food, gravy, syrup, salad dressing, candy, peanut butter, honey + or anything else edible on your partner's body, and then eaten it? + 349. used household syrup, sandwich spreading, oil, salad dressing, + or any like substance for sexual purposes? + 350. used ropes, chains, cuffs or any other such device for bondage + purposes? + 351. used a whip, chain, cat-o-nine-tails, or something similar for pain? + 352. worn edible underwear/lingerie? + 353. eaten edible underwear/lingerie off of someone? + 354. worn a leather/grore suit? + 355. worn diapers for a sexual or masturbatory purpose? + 356. been diapered by someone else for a sexual or masturbatory purpose? + 357. used a ball gag or other manufactured gag? + 358. worn a collar and/or leash? + 359. been completely tied down (spreadeagled, hogtied, etc.)? + 360. tied someone down completely? + 361. had sex while you or your partner was tied up? + 362. used nipple clips (clothespins count)? + 363. pierced a part of your body other than your ears or nose (nipples, + labia, head of penis)? + 364. found a prepubescent child sexually attractive/arousing? + 365. had sexual contact of any kind with a prepubescent child? + 366. used an inflatable doll? + 367. humped an inanimate object like a pillow, (dinner) liver, hole in + the wall, sausage, banana, etc? + 368. had sex or oral sex with a dead person? + 369. inserted a small animal or creature into your rectum? (Either alive + or dead.) + 370. had sex or oral sex with your (dead) dinner animal? + 371. watched animals having sex? + 372. been aroused by the sight of animals having sex? + 373. attempted to have sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a + live animal, but failed? + 374. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a smallish animal? + (Dog, cat, rabbit, lab rat, gerbil, etc.) + 375. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a domesticated farm + animal? (Cow, pig, chicken, sheep, etc.) + 376. mutilated or killed any living animal or creature for your pleasures? + [The following three questions differ from those above in that ones above + measure your variation in animal choice, and the questions down here measure + what you did with the animals.] + 377. had sex with a live animal? (Any size.) + 378. received oral sex from a live animal? (Any size.) + 379. gave oral sex to a live animal? (Any size.) + 380. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a single type + animal more than once? (Alive or dead.) + 381. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with an animal in the + presence of 1 or more other people? + 382. cross dressed in the *undergarments* of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose? (This means that school plays, initiations, and the like + don't count.) + 383. cross dressed in the *undergarments* of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose in the presence of 1 or more other people? (Plays and the like + still don't count - this is for a sexual purpose). + 384. stuffed your pants or bra while you were cross-dressed for your + sexual purpose? + 385. had your head inserted into a urinal or toilet bowl willingly? + (Doing this in a pristine, show-room model does not count.) + 386. worn groinal underwear on your head? (Panties, jock-strap, etc.) + 387. eaten, sucked, licked, nibbled, or otherwise inserted a used, unwashed + piece of groinal underwear into your mouth while said underwear + was not being worn at the time? + 388. deliberately sniffed or smelled a used, unwashed piece of groinal + underwear while it was not being worn at the time? + 389. been gagged with someone's underwear? (not your own) + 390. played in or with shit? + 391. worn or used a condom or any feminine hygiene contraption that has + already been used by someone else? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 10: Locality. 33 questions. + + This section tries to figure out how many places you have done it. It + applies only to those situations in which you were with someone else. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 392. necked or petted in a place of religion? (Church, temple, altar, + Grand Holy Cabbage Head Patch, etc.) + 393. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of religion? + 394. necked or petted in a place of the dead? (Morgue, mortuary, cemetery, + etc.) + 395. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of the dead? + 396. necked or petted in a contraption of the dead? (Coffin, hearse, body + bag, etc.) + 397. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a + contraption of the dead? + 398. had sex in/on a construction site (house, office, launch platform, etc.)? + 399. necked or petted in a moderately sized, land/road-based vehicle of LESS + THAN 30,000 pounds net unladen gross weight? (car, station + wagon, van, minivan, minibus, fuckmobile, etc.) + 400. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a + moderately sized, land/road-based vehicle of LESS THAN 30,000 pounds + net unladen gross weight? + 401. necked or petted in a land/road-based vehicle of MORE THAN 30,000 + pounds net unladen gross weight? (truck, tank, armored car, steam- + roller, crane, bulldozer, garbage truck, etc.) + 402. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a + land/road-based vehicle of MORE THAN 30,000 pounds net unladen gross + weight? + 403. had sex or been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a land- + based, non road dependant vehicle? (Train, subway, roller-coaster, + monorail, Disneyland ride, etc.) + 404. necked, petted, masturbated, been masturbated, or had sex or oral sex + in a water based, manual powered vehicular transport medium? (Rowboat, + surfboard, floating bathtub, etc.) (For this question it only counts if + the thing was in the water at the time.) + 405. necked, petted, masturbated, been masturbated, or had sex or oral sex + in a water based, wind or propeller driven transport medium LESS THAN 80 + feet in length? (Yacht, PT boat, windsurfer, Sunfish, etc.) + 406. necked, petted, masturbated, been masturbated, or had sex or oral sex + in a water based, wind or propeller driven transport medium MORE THAN 80 + feet in length? (Cruise ship, battleship, aircraft carrier, nuclear + submarine, etc.) + 407. necked, petted, masturbated, been masturbated, or had sex or oral sex + in an aircraft? (Airplane, helicopter, hovercraft, balloon, zeppelin, + space shuttle, flying carpet, flying saucer, etc.) + 408. had sex in a household room other than a bedroom? + 409. had sex on the floor (but not the roof)? + 410. had sex on any furniture that is indoors but is not a bed, table, + desk, counter-top, a nor anything that is predominantly used for + sitting or as a table/desk? (Television, washer/dryer, microwave, etc.)_ + 411. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a telephone booth, voting booth, automatic + photograph taker, or any such small, non-moving enclosure that was + not designed for such activities? + 412. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, dumbwaiter, or any + building-internal people moving device? + 413. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation up a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + 414. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation in a suspension device of some + kind (hammock, trampoline, tightrope, safety net, etc.)? + 415. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation on the roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + 416. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation inside or within the confines of a hedge, bush, other + natural vegetation which can provide a wall effect, cave, rock + overhang, in a well, or any other secluded, outdoor, non-vegetative + shielding structure? + 417. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in the snow? (Spring thaw is + acceptable.) + 418. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a place where the + prevailing, ambient temperature (of the air immediately surrounding + you) was below the freezing point of water? + 419. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a place where you could have been discovered? + 420. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a water-filled + bathtub, hot tub, or under a shower or other running water (waterfall, + torrential downpour, monsoon, etc.)? + 421. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a body of water? + (swimming pool, swimming hole, pond, lake, lagoon, sea, ocean, etc.) + 422. had sex on the beach (and the resultant sand in uncomfortable places)? + 423. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a bathroom of the + opposite sex? + 424. gone to a motel (however sleazy) for the sole purpose of having sex? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + Section 11: Style. 76 questions. + + Have you ever done any of the following: + 425. watched while someone else masturbated? + 426. been watched while masturbating? + 427. orgasmed on somebody? + 428. orgasmed in somebody if you are male, or had someone orgasm in you + if you are female? + 429. had more than one person orgasm on you at once, or been one of several + people orgasming on someone else? + 430. been involved in the use of a penis as a leash or bludgeoning + device? + 431. been involved in oxygen deprivation for sexual enhancement? + (Nitrous oxide does not count.) + 432. willingly made video tapes or had pictures taken while having sex, + oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 433. physically watched others having sex? + 434. watched your partner of choice having sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone else? + 435. taken pictures or made video tapes of your partner of choice having sex, + oral sex, or mutual masturbation with someone else? + 436. willingly made audio recordings while having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation? + 437. talked dirty while having sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 438. intentionally made more noise than necessary while having sex, oral + sex, or mutual masturbation so as to put on a good show for whoever + might have been listening in? + 439. intentionally made "animal" noises during sex? + 440. had a pet or domesticated animal walk over you or your partner while + you were involved in sex or oral sex? + 441. had a general emergency arise while you were steeped in sex? (House on + fire, flash flood, hurricane, private plane crash lands in your + dwelling, etc.) + 442. had your sexual technique/style/skill openly praised by someone? + 443. taken nude pictures of someone else? + 444. had nude pictures of you taken? + 445. placed a personal ad? + 446. answered a personal ad? + 447. been involved in breast fucking? (aka "The Hawaiian Muscle Fuck") + 448. participated in fist-fucking? (see "Caligula") + 449. shaved someone's genital pubic hair (or had yours shaved) as part of a + sexual activity? + 450. had sex for more than three hours in a single session of sex? + 451. been bruised during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + (hickies do not count.) + 452. bruised someone else during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 453. been injured during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 454. orgasmed more than three times in one session of sex? + 455. had sex so many times or for so long that one or both people involved + runs dry? + 456. disturbed other people by making excessive noise while having sex? + 457. had sex or mutual masturbation or received oral sex + while you were driving (the car or boat or whatever vehicle)? + 458. had sex doggie fashion? + 459. had sex in the female superior position? + 460. had sex sitting up? + 461. had sex standing up? + 462. had sex upside-down? + 463. gone through two or more sexual positions without the need for + re-entry? + 464. fallen asleep during sex? + 465. woken up to someone having sex with you? + 466. had sex while one person was passed out or unconscious? + 467. given or received a hickey on your upper inner thigh? + 468. been on the receiving of anal sex? + 469. been on the ramming end of anal sex (a dildo counts)? + 470. had sex more than 10 times with 1 person? + 471. had sex more than 5 times in a 24 hour period? + 472. had sex more than 10 times in a 24 hour period? + 473. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in masturbation + while someone other than your partner was watching? + 474. had sex or oral sex while one or both of you were playing a musical + instrument, hacked, watched television, read, drawn or in other + words were preoccupied with something other than sex and lust? + 475. performed oral sex after intercourse without washing or douching? + 476. kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing + teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? + 477. inflicted pain during sex? + 478. been involved in cunnilingus during the woman's period? + 479. had sex during the woman's period? + 480. foot masturbated someone? + 481. been foot masturbated? + 482. tongue bathed someone? + 483. been tongue bathed? + 484. licked or sucked on someone else's feet and/or toes? + 485. had your feet and/or toes licked or sucked by someone else? + 486. licked someone's anus? + 487. licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + 488. performed oral sex while the person was urinating? + 489. drank your own urine? + 490. tasted or drank someone else's urine? + 491. drank/drained an entire bladder-full of someone else's urine? + 492. drank human blood? + 493. tasted someone else's nasal mucous? + 494. been involved in a golden shower? + 495. swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretions? + 496. used the Purity Test as a checklist of things you could do? + 497. ever done something for the sole purpose of lowering your Purity Test + score? + 498. bought/read books to enhance sexual technique? + 499. participated in Purity Testing with an ulterior motive? + 500. become interested in someone only after hearing about their Purity Test + score? + _______________________________________________________________________________ + I. Scoring + Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a sheet of paper containing + lots of itty-bitty answers to the Purity Test. Sworn to excellence of + workmanship, we now give you directions on how to calculate your Purity score. + There are several methods; the calculator method works best. Also there is the + a la mainframe method. (A DECsystem-2060 works great as a PC.) + + Scoring method: Count "yes" answers. + Subtract that number from 500. + Divide the result by 5. + The result is your percentage purity. + + The higher the number, the more pure you are; in the same vein, the lower the + score, the more of a sleaze-bag you are. + + For your reference, we include calculator directions: + For people with real calculators (HP): + <# of NO answers> [ENTER] 5 / + For people with other (dinky) calculators: + <# of NO answers> / 5 = + _______________________________________________________________________________ + II. 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Murphy's Law on sex; Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter +of physics. Chaste makes waste. Virginity can be cured. + This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense +Advanced Research Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force +Avionics Laboratory. The views and conclusions contained in this document +should not be interpreted as representing the official policies, either +expressed or implied, of the Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the U.S. +Government. Neither should it be inferred that the authors/contributors +have actually performed any of the actions herein. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +Disclaimer of Liability + + The user of this test acknowledges that sex is a hazardous sport; +that a person must copulate in control, and use good judgment at all +times; that partner's conditions vary constantly and are greatly affected by +weather changes and previous use; and the dirty sheets, variations in +terrain and bed surfaces, spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and +debris, clothed obstacles, and many other natural and man-made obstacles and +hazards, including other users and customers, exist throughout the bedroom +area. Personal managers(pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and +equipment are constantly in use and may be hazardous to those not copulating +in control. Impotence, collisions, and social diseases resulting in injury +can happen at any time, even to those copulating in control with proper +sexual equipment. Inherent risks are part of the sport and may exist +within your partner. As a condition of being permitted to use the +facilities of your partner, the user of this tests agrees to copulate in +control and within the limits of his/her ability, and further acknowledges +and accepts these hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes the risk of +injury or loss to person or damage to property which might result from use +of the partner's facilities. + + As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of +your partners, the customer understands and further agrees that: (1) in the +event of a transfer or use by another or anything else in the management's +opinion is misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service +may be revoked without refund; (2) the partner is the property of the harem +and, upon request, he/she must be presented to any authorized representative +of the pimp/spouse; (3) sexual equipment must be visibly displayed at all +times when you are in any bedroom and when approaching the bed to copulate. +Your sexual partner is not transferable; see the Theft of Services, V.S.A., +sections 2581 and 2582. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Purity Test Genesis/History + +Version 1 (100) Created at MIT's Baker House. Two parallel versions: one + for male, and one for female. Not much is known about this + version. It was sported to CMU by ps in 1982. +Version 2 (247) Spring 1983- CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al. Expanded to + 247 questions. This marked the beginning of the unisex + versions. The story goes that they intended it to be 250 + questions, but got tired that night and said, "We'll think + of three more tomorrow," and tomorrow never got there. +Version 3.3c.1 (400) on 05-Dec-1984 + First formal release general of this test, version 3.xx. + All former versions were short-lived and tended to be + bug-ridden. Does not discriminate against gays or bi's. + Good correspondence of scores (especially in the higher + school ranges) between this version and version 2. Added + Genesis/History section. +Version 3.4 (400) on 29-jan-1985 + Internal version; never released. Source code accidentally + destroyed, much to the consternation of one of the authors. + Cleaned up many bugs. Added sections: Disclaimer of + Liability, Instructions for Use, Scoring, and Warranty + Information. +Version 3.5 (400) on 10-Apr-1985 + Rebuilt from the 3.3c.1 source and the 3.4 (only surviving + copy) Xerox X9700 laser printer hardcopy. Cleaned up some + bugs in 3.4; wiped out a duplicate question. Added in + verbose history section. +Version 3.5A (400) on 13-Apr-1985: CMU/da, fa, tc, no, dt, sv, rz, et al. + Found that we had 431 questions instead of 400. +Version 3.5B (400) on 18-mar-1986: Yale (Pierson College)/as Intermediate + release, with footnotes integrated into main body of text + and some grammatical errors cleaned up. Begun in Fall, + 1985; finished in April for the benefit of a friend at MIT + (where it all began), who hadn't seen any versions except + the antique Version 1. +Version 3.5C (400) on 17-Jan-1988: Yale (Pierson College)/mmd + (CLARINAET@YALEVM) + Grammatical errors corrected. Introduction and history added. +Version 4.0 (500) on 23-Apr-1988: Yale (Stillman College)/dfc, ad, dcg, mlm, + and Dartmouth (Alpha Theta)/alb. Original 400-question + version expanded to 500 questions. Transferred to LSC by + jlf and smc. Donated to jlp from pct. +Version 5.0 (576) date uncertain: orst.edu/ pdh. A late night remembrance + of an antiquated purity test. +Version 5.1 (1000) on 14-May-1990: orst.edu/ pdh. The 576 expanded with + 1000 questions. Some impossible-to-do questions. (the undead?) + Made without any of the additions of any previous Purity Tests. + First true omnisex version same for girls and guys. +Version 5.2 (1000) on 24-Aug-1992: LSMSA (Louisiana School for Math, Science, + and the Arts)/"Gifties": Griffin, Phoenix, and Sickling. A + rebuilding the PT1000 using the 1000 format and the + PT500 questions. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Instructions for Use: + + This is a very long test consisting of 1000 questions. It starts +out tame and gets progressively worse (or better, depending on your +viewpoint). There are many ways of going about taking this test. You can, +of course, as your right, guaranteed by the Constitution, be anti-social +and sequester yourself in your room and take this test all by yourself; +however, we feel that the funnest way to utilize is to hold a Purity /test +Party. All you need is one copy of the test, and a bunch of friends. (Lots +of writing implements and paper would be useful too.) The person with the +copy of the test is the test administrator; he/she reads the questions out +loud and everybody else writes down their answers. We have no definite +rules as to whether the participants are required to divulge their answers; +that is up to the group to decide. However, each person's purity score +should be made common knowledge. (The person with the lowest score +gets to be giggled at for the rest of his/her life.) This works great at +parties and lets everyone know who's easy and who isn't, so you'll know +who to go home with. Don't leave home without it. + +Definitions: + + All questions in this test pertain to events that have happened to +you subsequent to your weaning and babyhood/infancy. Anything that may +have happened before that time is considered not standing and void. + Also, for the section of the test which involves animals, humans +(although they really are animals) do not count. + The term mutual masturbation refers to someone masturbating you +AND/OR you masturbating someone else, not exclusively both at the same time. + Necking is the kissing or stroking of a person's head or neck. +Petting is that plus the caressing or fondling of other portions of anatomy; +through or underneath clothing. + We would also like to define having sex in the homosexual case; +homosexual sex has occurred when both partners are of the same sex and one +partner has an orgasm while there is some contact between the genitals of +both partners. + We would now like to bring to your attention that there is no +passing nor failing score. Therefore, one really shouldn't worry too much +about getting a high score... even if you do get giggled at for the rest of +your life. + + ---ALL TECHNICALITIES COUNT--- + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Section 1: The Virgin Stuff. + +Have you ever done any of the following: + + 1. hugged somebody? + 2. kissed a friend or stranger as a friendly gesture? + 3. stolen a kiss? + 4. kissed and told? + 5. held hands with someone? + 6. been on a date? + 7. been on a date that lasted until after one a. m. the next morning? + 8. gone to a scary movie as an excuse to get close to someone? + 9. stood someone up? + 10. been stood up? + 11. dated someone on a regular basis? + 12. gone steady? + 13. slow danced? + 14. slam danced? + 15. copped a feel while slow dancing? + 16. had the symptoms of Russian fingers (rushin' fingers)? + 17. had the symptoms of Roman hands (roamin' hands)? + 18. played doctor? + 19. french kissed? + 20. necked? + 21. been interrupted by the police while necking (were they more + embarrassed than you were)? + 22. directly asked someone whom you were not going out with and had never + gone out with if they were a virgin? + 23. told somebody something "for their own good"? + 24. flirted? + 25. flirted with someone who was related to you? (sister, cousin, in-law, + etc.) + 26. hit on someone even though they were engaged, married, or + otherwise taken? + 27. used physical strength, physical power, or any physical prowess, or + prowesslessness as a factor in pick-up, get-to-know-you-better routine? + 28. used tickling as a pick-up, get-to-know-you-better-routine? + 29. been picked up? + 30. picked someone up? + 31. picked up sailors (marines, soldiers)? + 32. affected an accent to aid pickup lines? + 33. secretly lusted after someone without that person knowing? + 34. dropped subtle hints to someone you liked/loved/wanted, hoping that + they would pick up on it? + 35. written anonymous "love letters" to someone? (secret admirer, etc. + That is, dropped some not-so-subtle hints) + 36. bundled (shared a bed, sleeping bag, or sleeping accommodations with + someone of your prefered sex without anything steamy happening)? + 37. broken your word, promise, or vow? + 38. told someone that you loved them when you did not? + 39. told someone that you loved them strictly because you wanted to have + sex with them? + 40. lied to someone at someone else's request? + 41. lied about your sexual preference in order to avoid a date? + 42. done something that you don't want someone to know about (parents, + employer, boy/girlfriend, spouse, roommate)? + 43. done something that you are too embarrassed to talk about? + 44. played footsie or 'kneesie'? + 45. played footsie or 'kneesie' with someone not your date, significant + other or spouse? + 46. attempted to corrupt someone's morals? + 47. attempted to corrupt someone's morals and discover it is too late? + 48. questioned someone about their sex life when they were incapable of not + answering (e. g. they were truly wasted, or talking in their sleep)? + 49. questioned a significant other about their sex life when they were + incapable of not answering? + 50. used whatever they said against them? + 51. been told that you were/are a bore? + 52. been bar hopping? + 53. been to a cocktail party? + 54. slept in your undies? + 55. slept in the nude? + 56. slept in class or while on watch? + 57. disturbed others by snoring? (classroom, business meeting, etc.) + 58. photocopied parts of your body? (face, hands, feet) + 59. photocopied personal portions of your anatomy (tits, ass or genitals)? + 60. given your kids unusual names (Shanda Lear, Laurel Ann Hardy, Dweezle)? + 61. dyed your hair an outrageous color (deliberately)? + 62. shaved your head? + 63. uttered/muttered/yelled/screamed (or in other words, verbally expressed) + obscenities? + 64. used 'fuck' or 'shit' as a noun, adverb, adjective, pronoun, infix, + suffix, prefix or prepositional article in a sentence? + 65. cussed in your sleep? + 66. ever been reprimanded (punished) for verbally expressing obscenities? + 67. skipped class or work? + 68. skipped class/work with teacher/boss? + 69. been in military service? + 70. made an unregistered explosive device (a bomb)? + 71. used an unregistered explosive device? + 72. gossiped? + 73. written graffiti? + 74. plagiarized? + 75. shoplifted? + 76. stolen? + 77. traded on inside information? + 78. attempted to commit suicide? + 79. had a fake id? + 80. made fake id? + 81. sent a chain letter? + 82. started a chain letter? + 83. made or acquired 'elint' (electronic intelligence) equipment (bugs)? + 84. installed or used 'elint' equipment (wiretaps, tape recorders, etc.)? + 85. removed the tag that says "do not remove under penalty of law"? + 86. rode public transportation w/o paying? + 87. pistol whipped someone? + 88. carried concealed weapons? + 89. evaded taxes? + 90. evaded custom duties by not declaring something subject to a duty or + tax? + 91. driven over the legal speed limit? + 92. drag raced (on the street)? + 93. driven without a license? + 94. bought or sold anything on a black market? + 95. used bootleg/pirated/underground software? + 96. plotted felony? + 97. been a pool, card or chess shark? + 98. incited a riot? + 99. plotted a coup (civic class doesn't count)? + 100. committed sedition (plotting to overthrow the government)? + 101. committed treason? + 102. looted, pillaged, plundered, or burned (The Barbarian Pentathlon; + Barbarians can't count)? + 103. made out a check that bounced? + 104. welshed on a bet or wager? + 105. offered sexual favors as payoff for a wager? + 106. offered another's sexual favors as payoff for your wager? + 107. used someone else's credit card without their knowledge and/or + consent? + 108. committed breaking and entering? + 109. seen a snuff film? + 110. plotted conspiracy? + 111. plotted to murder someone? + 112. committed murder? + 113. been arrested (Picture taken and all that wonderful, free stuff?) + 114. read someone else's diary without their knowledge and/or consent? + 115. searched someone else's room without their knowledge and or consent? + 116. hired someone more for their looks? + 117. been attracted to someone more by an article of their clothing than by + their body? + 118. asked someone to wear a particular article of clothing not because it + was 'sexy' but because it turned you on? + 119. worn clothing that was "revealing" (either of your figure, or that + emphasized 'strategic' locations)? + 120. worn clothing that you didn't know was THAT revealing (like the seat + has ripped out or such)? + 121. gone for more than one day in the same set of underwear? + 122. been in public without wearing underwear? + 123. disrobed in public? + 124. been a member of a nude colony? + 125. been to a nude beach? + 126. sunned your buns or tanned your can? + 127. walked around your room/apartment/house/habitation in the nude? + (Must be a serious walk; five minutes of going around trying to find + your undies after a shower doesn't count.) + 128. walked around in a public or semi-public area with a top (shirt, + T-shirt, etc.) but no bottoms (pants, shorts, etc.)? (Dorm hallways, + lobby areas, etc. are acceptable; however, locker rooms, bathrooms, + and such places where this behavior is acceptable do not count.) + 129. mooned somebody? + 130. mooned or flashed someone from the front? + 131. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself in + public before an informal, unofficial gathering of people? + 132. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself in + public before a formal (official) gathering of people? (Such as for a + function, stage performance, charity dinner, etc.?) + 133. posed nude or semi nude for private drawings, paintings or photographs + as a 'favor'? + 134. posed nude or semi nude in public (e. g. art classes) as a 'favor'? + 135. posed as a model for purposes of erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit art? + 136. asked someone to pose nude or semi nude for private drawings, paintings + or photographs as a 'favor'? + 137. asked someone to pose nude or semi nude in public (e. g. art classes) + as a 'favor'? + 138. asked someone to pose for erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit art + or photographs? + 139. served cheap booze? + 140. passed cheap booze as the expensive stuff? + 141. fed someone dogfood? + 142. eaten dogfood? + 143. not paid your library fines? + 144. instigated a raid (panty or otherwise)? + 145. watched Benny Hill, Monty Python, Dr. Ruth, Donahue, Geraldo or Oprah? + 146. watched primetime soaps? + 147. been to a bar? + 148. been to a gay bar? + 149. been to a leather/biker bar? + 150. been in or started a food fight? + 151. started a fight? + 152. started a bar fight? + 153. started a brawl? + 154. been to a rock concert? + 155. been to a heavy metal concert? + 156. listened to acid rock? + 157. listened to acid rock while on acid? + 158. been a groupie? + 159. been a roadie? + 160. thought about starting a band to meet groupies? + 161. thought about starting a band to get good dope? + 162. told someone you were with the band? + 163. told someone you were with the band, and it worked? + 164. played records backwards to hear the secret messages? + 165. found the secret message recorded backwards on an album? + 166. sung dirty songs, the kind with no subtlety in the lyrics (e.g. Let's + get drunk and Screw)? + 167. been sad because someone you knew was getting married? + 168. been sad because someone you knew was getting married and now you'd + never get to sleep with them? + 169. wanted something or someone that someone else has, simply because they + have it and you don't (coveted)? + 170. helped to cover for someone's escapades (provide alibi, accommodations, + opportunity)? + 171. been besieged by someone who thought they could satisfy you and make an + honest person of you? + 172. been nicknamed for a behavior pattern of yours ('Sleepy')? + 173. been nicknamed for an aberrant behavior pattern of yours ('Sleazy', + 'Sickling')? + 174. had your ears pierced? + 175. pierced someone else's ears? + 176. worn body paint? + 177. worn obscene or suggestive t-shirts? + 178. worn t-shirts with obscene or graphic messages in a language you didn't + read? + 179. been to a funeral as a form of entertainment (ala Harold of "Harold & + Maude")? + +Section 2: Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism. + + 180. been overcome by celibacy and didn't like it? + 181. entered a bathroom of the opposite sex, unaccompanied by someone of the + opposite sex, while not involved in a search and/or rescue mission? + 182. do you have a tattoo? + 183. do you have an 'obscene' tattoo (words or pictures)? + 184. do you have a tattoo normally concealed by your clothing (George Shultz + has a tiger on his butt)? + 185. do you have a tattoo in an intimate location? + 186. do you have a tattoo normally concealed by your pubic hair? + 187. pissed on an electric fence? + 188. used an inflatable doll? + 189. humped an inanimate object like a pillow, (dinner) liver, hole in the + wall, sausage, banana, etc.? + 190. had sex with a dead person? + 191. given oral sex to a dead person? + 192. bought or made a codpiece or padded bra? + 193. worn a codpiece or padded bra? (i.e. stuffed your bra if you are female; + stuffed your pants if you are male) + 194. stolen the underwear of someone you knew, for a purpose other than + that of a practical joke or to just ire the person? (A bunch of + guys invading the women's dorm on a mission of panty raids does not + count.) + 195. intentionally taken someone's underwear and didn't know who it belonged + to? + 196. owned an underwear collection of underwear not belonging to you? + 197. bought lingerie/undergarments of the opposite sex? + 198. cross-dressed in the *undergarments* of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose? (This means that school plays, initiations, and the like don't + count) + 199. cross-dressed in the *undergarments* of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose in the presence of 1 or more other people? (Plays and the like + still don't count-this is for a sexual purpose) + 200. stuffed your pants or bra while cross-dressed for your sexual purpose? + 201. worn any groinal underwear on your head? (Panties, jock-strap, etc.) + 202. eaten, sucked, licked, nibbled, or otherwise inserted used, unwashed + piece of groinal underwear into your mouth while said underwear was + not being worn? + 203. deliberately sniffed or smelled a used, unwashed piece of groinal + underwear while it was not being worn at the time? + 204. been gagged with someone's underwear? (not your own) + 205. had your head inserted into a urinal or toilet bowl willingly? (Doing + this in a pristine, show-room model doesn't count) + 206. played in or with shit? + 207. willingly urinated on the garments that you were wearing at the time? + (In other words: piss in your pants; wet yourself; had an accident.) + 208. willingly urinated on any part of your body? + 209. urinated in a cup, bottle, or pitcher or any such receptacle that was + not originally designed for such purpose? Urinalysis incidents + don't count. + 210. urinated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse, tree, bush or any + commonly accepted piss hole? (in the kitchen sink, in the glove + compartment of the family car...) + 211. urinated from higher that the fifth floor or equivalent height, above + ground level, out of a building, or off a bridge or any such permanent + structure? (e.g. the Grand Canyon) + 212. willingly defecated on the garments that you were wearing at the time? + (In other words: shit in your pants; had a serious accident.) + 213. willingly defecated on yourself? + 214. defecated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse, or any commonly + accepted shit hole? (Camping/hiking trips in which bathroom/outhouse + access is nil do not count) + 215. stored any excreta in a refrigerator, oven, or any food storage/ + preparation appliance? + 216. stored evacuated excreta anywhere else in your room, apartment, house, + habitation, office, etc.? + 217. scratched and sniffed any erotic catalog? + 218. had an arousing dream? (Wet dreams and the like.) + 219. read or bought pornographic periodicals? + 220. read or bought pornographic material that might be described as really + gross or kinky? + 221. had a subscription to pornographic periodicals? ('Sickos', alt.sex) + 222. written erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit literature (lust + letters count)? + 223. had any story or fantasy you wrote published in any pornographic + periodical? ('Sickos' and alt.sex are porno. periodicals) + 224. read any sexually explicit literature? + 225. read classic pornographic books (Candy, Fanny Hill, Naked Came the + Stranger)? + 226. been bored while reading erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit + literature? + 227. misspelled 'dirty' words, or misspelled other words as 'dirty' words? + 228. read any sex manuals (e. g. Joy of Sex, Everything you always wanted to + Know about Sex)? + 229. read anything by the Marquis de Sade? + 230. read the Kama Sutra? + 231. underlined or marked the 'dirty' parts of any literature? + 232. made an obscene phone call anonymously (to someone you didn't know)? + 233. received an anonymous obscene phone call? + 234. phoned up any recorded phone sex numbers? (e.g. (212)976-2626, + (212)976-2727, (212)976-2828, etc. Please note that these are fifty + cent calls in addition to toll charges and long distance charges.) + 235. called any live sex numbers? + 236. recorded an obscene call for later playback? + 237. fantasized about your long-term instructor, mentor, or someone who is + superior to you? (One day skydiving teachers, or two hour ski + instructors and the such do not count.) + 238. fantasized about your lawyer, doctor, nurse, psychiatrist, or someone + with whom you are having a professional relationship? + 239. fantasized about someone you know personally but not closely? + 240. masturbated? + 241. fantasized about anyone and masturbated at the same time? + 242. fantasized while masturbating that you were of the opposite sex? + 243. written down your own stories or fantasies for masturbatory purposes? + 244. masturbated more than four times in 24 hours? + 245. masturbated on a regular basis (more than once a week)? + 246. masturbated to orgasm? + 247. masturbated while reading either pornographic or sexually explicit + materials? + 248. masturbated while reading a (non-sexually explicit) textbook? + 249. masturbated while watching an R or X rated movie in private (cable, + videotape, or film)? + 250. masturbated while watching an R or X rated movie in public (a theater)? + 251. masturbated where you could have been discovered? (In a crowd, in + public, city parks, gym/dorm/barrack showers, movie theater, etc.) + 252. masturbated in the wilds or in nature with no nearby civilization? + 253. masturbated while driving a *moving* land vehicle? (car, RV, truck, + motorcycle, hearse, etc.) + 254. masturbated while on the phone? (No kinky interpretations of "on the + phone." This is legit.) + 255. masturbated while in a bathroom of the opposite sex? + 256. masturbated using aid of food? + 257. eaten the food used in masturbation after masturbation? + 258. used a mechanical hand-holdable device in aiding or replacing + masturbation? (Vibrator, massager, Dust-Buster, vacuum cleaner, etc.) + 259. used a bowling pin, Coke[tm] bottle, or something along those general + shapes for masturbatory or sexual purposes? + 260. been "caught" masturbating? + 261. been afraid you were slipping into monogamy? + 262. practiced autoerotic asphyxia (oxygen deprivation for sexual + enhancement)? + 263. received an enema for a purpose other than that of medical? + 264. received an enema consisting of a non-normal enema solution (wine, beer, + urine, windex)? + 265. wished you were a homosexual of the opposite sex? + 266. wished you were a heterosexual of the opposite sex? + 267. had a friend of the opposite sex that you traded clothes with? + 268. had a sex change operation? + 269. gone skinny dipping alone? + 270. shaved your genital pubic hair? + 271. shaved your genital pubic hair on a fairly regular basis? + 272. colored or bleached your genital pubic hair? + 273. shaved or shaped your genital pubic hair in a particular design? + (moons, hearts, diamonds, clovers, etc.) + 274. bought blatant sexual objects? (This means that if you buy a bottle + of Coke[tm] and use it as a dildo, it really doesn't count. + Think: design and function.) + 275. Owned any erotic art pieces? (Like that phallic symbol in the catwoman + scene in "A Clockwork Orange.") + 276. sculpted erotic/obscene artworks in food? (bananas, carrots, apples...) + 277. eaten any erotic food items? (Chocolate tits, banana dicks, etc.) + 278. sculpted erotic-obscene artworks in soap, wood, or any other carveable + material that isn't food? + 279. made an X or R-Rated snowman or snowwoman? + 280. inserted your finger into your rectum? + 281. used ben-wa balls or anal beads? (ben-wa balls: a pair of small, + usually metal, balls which are placed into the vagina or anus and + are supposed to feel good as they move around. Anal beads: a + string of beads inserted into the anus which is supposed to feel + good as it is pulled out.) + 282. given ben-wa balls, a vibrator, or other sex toy? + 283. received ben-wa balls, a vibrator, or other sex toy? + 284. performed oral sex on yourself? (yes, this is possible for most + males, and even some females.) + +Section 3: Male Relations. + + All of the following questions refer to what you have done with a male. + + 285. held hands, kissed, or otherwise displayed public affection with a man? + 286. been propositioned by a man for necking or petting? + 287. been propositioned by a man for any sexual practice? + 288. been pinched or patted on the buttocks by a man? + 289. been kissed below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 290. received a hickey (or had the attempt if you are hard to get)? + 291. received a hickey in an intimate location? (upper, inner thigh counts) + 292. received scratch marks or nail marks? + 293. been bitten or nibbled upon? + 294. been bitten in an intimate location? + 295. had a man fondle or stroke your clothed legs? + 296. had a man fondle or stroke your clothed body? + 297. had a man stroke or fondle your clothed breast or nipples? + 298. had a man pet, stroke, fondle or otherwise handle your covered + genitals? + 299. had a man fondle or stroke your bare legs? + 300. had a man fondle or stroke your bare body? + 301. had a man stroke or fondle your bare breast or nipples? + 302. had a man pet, stroke, fondle or otherwise handle your bare genitals? + 303. propositioned a man for necking or petting? + 304. propositioned a man for any sexual practice? + 305. pinched or patted a man's buttocks? + 306. kissed a man below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 307. petted above the waist? + 308. petted below the waist? + 309. given a hickey? + 310. given a hickey in an intimate location? (upper, inner thigh counts) + 311. left scratches or nail marks? + 312. left teeth marks? + 313. left teeth marks in an intimate location? + 314. fondled or stroked a man's clothed legs? + 315. fondled or stroked a man's clothed body? + 316. stroked or fondled a man's clothed breast or nipple? + 317. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a man's covered + genitals? + 318. fondled or stroked a man's bare legs? + 319. fondled or stroked a man's bare body? + 320. stroked or fondled a man's bare breast or nipple? + 321. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a man's bare genitals? + 322. been involved with pelvic thrusting while clothed? + 323. had you fingers licked or sucked? + 324. licked or sucked a man's fingers? + 325. had your ear, or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked or nibbled? + 326. licked, breathed onto, sucked or nibbled a man's ear or ear region? + 327. fondled a man who was asleep? + 328. woken up being fondled? + 329. had sex with a man who was asleep and he didn't wake up? + 330. had sex with a man who was asleep and he did wake up? + 331. slept through sexual activity (him doing it to you)? + 332. woken up in the midst of a man having sexual activity with you? + 333. given a man a backrub or massage with no ulterior motives? + 334. given a man a backrub or massage with ulterior motives? + 335. given a man backrub or massage with ulterior motives and it worked? + 336. been petted to orgasm? + 337. petted to orgasm? + 338. given oral sex to a man? + 339. gagged when he came in your mouth? + 340. received oral sex? + 341. performed mutual oral sex ('69')? + 342. performed mutual masturbation? + 343. watched while a man masturbated? + 344. had a man watch while you masturbated? + 345. orgasmed in or on him? + 346. had him orgasm in you? + 347. had him orgasm on you? + 348. kissed a man (or boy) on a first date? + 349. necked with a man (or boy) on a first date? + 350. petted with a man (or boy) on a first date? + 351. had oral sex on a first date? + 352. given oral sex on a first date? + 353. had sex on a first date? + 354. had oral sex instead of intercourse? + 355. been seen naked under good lighting by a man (note: nude is expected + (e. g. in a shower room or at a nude beach), naked is when you didn't + expect to be seen (e. g. in the bathroom). )? + 356. seen a man naked under good lighting? + 357. undressed under good lighting, knowing a man was watching you? + 358. been unable to be in a man's company while both of you were nude + without anything steamy happening? + 359. bathed or showered with a man? + 360. let a man wash you when you were perfectly capable of doing it + yourself? + 361. washed a man who was perfectly capable of washing himself? + 362. had sex while in the shower? + 363. had sex while taking a bath? + 364. had sex with a virgin (not yourself)? + 365. drawn blood by scratching during sex? + 366. drawn blood by biting during sex? (hickeys do not count as having + drawn blood) + 367. bled from his scratching during sex? + 368. bled from his biting during sex? (again, hickeys do not count) + + +Section 4: Female Relations. + + All of the following questions refer to what you have done with a female. + + 369. held hands, kissed, or otherwise displayed public affection with a + woman? + 370. been propositioned by a woman for necking or petting? + 371. been propositioned by a woman for any sexual practice? + 372. been pinched or patted on the buttocks by a woman? + 373. been kissed below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 374. received a hickey (or had the attempt if you are hard to get)? + 375. received a hickey in an intimate location? (upper, inner thigh counts) + 376. received scratch marks or nail marks? + 377. been bitten or nibbled upon? + 378. been bitten in an intimate location? + 379. had a woman fondle or stroke your clothed legs? + 380. had a woman fondle or stroke your clothed body? + 381. had a woman stroke or fondle your clothed breast or nipples? + 382. had a woman pet, stroke, fondle or otherwise handle your covered + genitals? + 383. had a woman fondle or stroke your bare legs? + 384. had a woman fondle or stroke your bare body? + 385. had a woman stroke or fondle your bare breast or nipples? + 386. had a woman pet, stroke, fondle or otherwise handle your bare genitals? + 387. propositioned a woman for necking or petting? + 388. propositioned a woman for any sexual practice? + 389. pinched or patted a woman's buttocks? + 390. kissed a woman below the neck, but not on the hands and arms? + 391. petted above the waist? + 392. petted below the waist? + 393. given a hickey? + 394. given a hickey in an intimate location? (upper, inner thigh counts) + 395. left scratches or nail marks? + 396. left teeth marks? + 397. left teeth marks in an intimate location? + 398. fondled or stroked a woman's clothed legs? + 399. fondled or stroked a woman's clothed body? + 400. stroked or fondled a woman's clothed breast or nipple? + 401. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a woman's covered + genitals? + 402. fondled or stroked a woman's bare legs? + 403. fondled or stroked a woman's bare body? + 404. stroked or fondled a woman's bare breast or nipple? + 405. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled a woman's bare genitals? + 406. been involved with pelvic thrusting while clothed? + 407. had you fingers licked or sucked? + 408. licked or sucked a woman's fingers? + 409. had your ear, or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked or nibbled? + 410. licked, breathed onto, sucked or nibbled a woman's ear or ear region? + 411. fondled a woman who was asleep? + 412. woken up being fondled? + 413. had sex with a woman who was asleep and she didn't wake up? + 414. had sex with a woman who was asleep and she did wake up? + 415. slept through sexual activity (her doing it to you)? + 416. woken up in the midst of a woman having sexual activity with you? + 417. given a woman a backrub or massage with no ulterior motives? + 418. given a woman a backrub or massage with ulterior motives? + 419. given a woman backrub or massage with ulterior motives and it worked? + 420. been petted to orgasm? + 421. petted to orgasm? + 422. given oral sex to a woman? + 423. gagged when she came? (a non-tasty treat) + 424. received oral sex? + 425. performed mutual oral sex ('69')? + 426. performed mutual masturbation? + 427. watched while a woman masturbated? + 428. had a woman watch while you masturbated? + 429. orgasmed in her? + 430. orgasmed on her? + 431. had her orgasm in or on you? + 432. kissed a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 433. necked with a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 434. petted with a woman (or girl) on a first date? + 435. had oral sex on a first date? + 436. given oral sex on a first date? + 437. had sex on a first date? + 438. had oral sex instead of intercourse? + 439. been seen naked under good lighting by a woman (note: nude is expected + (e. g. in a shower room or at a nude beach), naked is when you didn't + expect to be seen (e. g. in the bathroom). )? + 440. seen a woman naked under good lighting? + 441. undressed under good lighting, knowing a woman was watching you? + 442. been unable to be in a woman's company while both of you were nude + without anything steamy happening? + 443. bathed or showered with a woman? + 444. let a woman wash you when you were perfectly capable of doing it + yourself? + 445. washed a woman who was perfectly capable of washing herself? + 446. had sex while in the shower? + 447. had sex while taking a bath? + 448. had sex with a virgin (not yourself)? + 449. drawn blood by scratching during sex? + 450. drawn blood by biting during sex? (hickeys do not count as having + drawn blood) + 451. bled from her scratching during sex? + 452. bled from her biting during sex? (again, hickeys do not count) + +Section 5: Group Relations. + + 453. administered a whole Purity Test or are in the process of administering + a whole Purity Test of any version? (That's where you are the test + administrator in a Purity Test Party. See "Instructions for Use" for + further information.) + 454. taken Purity Tests of any version more than 5 times? + 455. lied on any previous Purity Tests? + 456. had an unauthorized crib sheet for a test? + 457. been jealous of someone else's Purity Test score? + 458. been impressed by someone else's Purity Test score? + 459. become interested in someone only after hearing their Purity Test score? + 460. used the Purity Test as a checklist of things you could do? + 461. ever done something for the sole purpose of lowering your Purity Test + score? + 462. participated in Purity Testing with an ulterior motive? + 463. exaggerated about any sexual experiences? + 464. taken someone someplace to be seen in their company? + 465. taken someone someplace to be seen in their company by someone in + particular? + 466. worn specific clothes for the purpose of hiding hickeys? (i.e., + turtlenecks)? + 467. gone to (or escorted someone to) a Planned Parenthood Clinic? (for an + exam, to obtain birth control pills, diaphragm,etc.) + 468. been a member of a fraternity or sorority? + 469. picked your nose in public? + 470. farted (audibly) in mixed company? + 471. listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + 472. told dirty jokes in mixed company? + 473. hot tubbed in mixed company? (jacuzzi or hydropool) + 474. hot tubbed in the nude? + 475. hot tubbed in the nude in mixed company? + 476. been groped under the water while hot tubbing? + 477. groped someone under the water while hot tubbing? + 478. saunaed or steam bathed in mixed company? + 479. saunaed or steam bathed in the nude? + 480. saunaed or steam bathed in the nude in mixed company? + 481. gone skinny dipping in mixed company? + 482. put suntan lotion, cocoa butter, or baby oil on someone? (not + necessarily at a beach or pool...) + 483. had someone put suntan lotion, cocoa butter, or baby oil on you? + 484. discussed masturbation? (Bringing up the topic of masturbation during + the Purity Test does not cut it as discussed masturbation.) + 485. been a participant in a Who's-Physically-Better-Equipped verification + contest? (Contestants must be of the same gender; spectators, judges, + umpires, and verifiers may be of different genders.) + 486. been a judge in a contest such as above? + 487. played post office (or other kissing game)? + 488. played pony express (post office with more horsing around)? + 489. played a game in which it may require you or others to disrobe? + 490. deliberately lost a game which required the removal of clothing + (folding with four aces)? + 491. played a game in which it may require you or others to perform an + action on another participant? (Truth-or-Dare) + 492. played naked Twister[tm] (with or without oil)? + 493. been in intimate contact with more than one person at the same time + while all of you were nude? + 494. had oral sex with more than 10 people? (not necessarily at one time) + 495. had sex with more than 10 people? (not necessarily at one time) + 496. had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour period? + 497. had sex with both genders in a 24 hour period? + 498. been in a menage-a-trios with all members of the same sex? + 499. been in a menage-a-trios with at least one person of the opposite sex? + 500. had sex or oral sex with a person and his/her parent? (not necessarily + at the same time.) + 501. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, necking, or petting with a + person and his/her sibling? (not necessarily at the same time) + 502. been involved in a two (or more) in one? (oral & anal or vaginal & anal + counts. But no fingers-we're talking the real thing here.) + 503. been involved in a gang bang? (Step right up; come and get it while + it's hot.) + 504. been in a circle of fuck? + 505. been in a 69 circle? + 506. been to a (cooking, baby, Wesson) oil party? + 507. participated in a homosexual orgy or group sex? (four or more people; + partners must be exchanged.) + 508. participated in a heterosexual orgy or group sex? (four or more people; + partners must be exchanged.) + 509. participated in a bisexual orgy or group sex? (four or more people; + partners must be exchanged.) + 510. propositioned a person or group of people for group sex? + 511. been propositioned for group sex? + 512. participated in a Fuck-A-Thon? (Where the object is to see how many + times you can do it in a certain amount of time.) + 513. had dates with more than one person in one night while one or more of + the people involved were NOT aware of your actions? + 514. gone steady with two or more people at the same time while one or more + of the people involved were NOT aware of what you were doing? + 515. gone steady with two or more people at the same time while all of them + WERE aware of what you were doing? + 516. urinated on someone else intentionally? (Piss fights!) + 517. been involved in a golden shower? + 518. made lewd, licentious or suggestive gestures while dancing in public? + 519. eaten food in a provocative manner? (bananas, Jello, etc.) + 520. discussed oral sex techniques (In general, not as part of a lesson)? + 521. been given lessons in oral sex techniques? (not lecture, just lab) + 522. given lessons in oral sex techniques ('Pay attention, I'm only going to + do this once. . . !')? + 523. demonstrated oral sex techniques with a 'visual aid' (carrot, cucumber, + Coke bottle)? + 524. demonstrated oral sex techniques on an assistant? + 525. demonstrated oral sex techniques for more than one person at a time? + 526. worn or used a condom, or any feminine hygiene contraption that has + already been used by someone else? + 527. seen any burlesque show? (Rocky Horror counts) + 528. participated in a Rocky Horror Picture Show production (costume etc.)? + 529. been to a peep show? + 530. been to a live sex show? + 531. been to a erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit movie? + 532. been to a private showing of a erotic, pornographic or sexually + explicit movie (The classic 'stag' party, even if you're female)? + 533. held a private showing of an erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit + movie? + 534. shown erotic, pornographic or sexually explicit movies or videos + to get someone in the mood? + 535. adjusted your genitals in public (you'd think they'd be set at the + factory)? + +Section 6: Locality. + + 536. necked while hot tubbing? + 537. had oral sex while hot tubbing? + 538. had sex while hot tubbing? + 539. in a sauna or steam bath, ever necked? + 540. in a sauna or steam bath had oral sex? + 541. in a sauna or steam bath had sex? + 542. necked/petted in a place of religion? + 543. had oral sex in a place of religion? + 544. had sex in a place of religion? + 545. necked/petted in a movie theater? + 546. had oral sex during a movie? + 547. had sex during a movie? + 548. necked/petted in a sports area (stadium, court, track, or ballfield)? + 549. had oral sex in a sports area? + 550. had sex in a sports area? + 551. necked/petted in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT (a + car or small pickup)? + 552. had oral sex in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT? + 553. had sex in a stationary vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT? + 554. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT (a van, pickup), + necked/petted? + 555. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 556. in a stationary vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, had sex? + 557. necked/petted in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT (a car + or small pickup)? + 558. had oral sex in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT? + 559. had sex in a moving vehicle of less than 3000 pounds GWT? + 560. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT (a van, pickup), + necked/petted? + 561. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, had oral sex? + 562. in a moving vehicle of more than 3000 pounds GWT, had sex? + 563. necked/petted with the operator of a moving vehicle? + 564. given oral sex with the operator of a moving vehicle? + 565. had sex with the operator of a moving vehicle? + 566. as the operator of a moving vehicle, necked/petted? + 567. as the operator of a moving vehicle, received oral sex? + 568. as the operator of a moving vehicle, had sex? + 569. had oral sex in a vehicle with people around? (at a red light, traffic + jam, McDonald's parking lot, etc.) + 570. had sex in a vehicle with people around? + 571. necked/petted on horseback (just don't scare the horses)? + 572. had oral sex on horseback? + 573. had sex on horseback? + 574. necked/petted on a train? + 575. had oral sex on a train? + 576. had sex on a train? + 577. necked/petted at a public event? (rock concert, rally, riot, etc.) + 578. had oral sex at a public event? + 579. had sex at a public event? + 580. necked/petted in a wind driven water vehicle (Sailboat, windsurfer)? + 581. had oral sex in a wind driven water vehicle? + 582. had sex in a wind driven water vehicle? + 583. necked or petted in a water based, motor driven transport medium LESS + THAN 80 feet in length? (Yacht, PT boat, bass boat, etc.) + 584. had oral sex in a water based, motor driven transport medium LESS + THAN 80 feet in length? + 585. had sex in a water based, motor driven transport medium LESS + THAN 80 feet in length? + 586. necked or petted in a water based, motor driven transport medium MORE + THAN 80 feet in length? (cruiseship, battleship, aircraft carrier, + nuclear submarine, etc.) + 587. had oral sex in a water based, motor driven transport medium MORE + THAN 80 feet in length? + 588. had sex in a water based, motor driven transport medium MORE + THAN 80 feet in length? + 589. necked/petted in an aircraft not in flight? + 590. had oral sex in an aircraft not in flight? + 591. had sex in an aircraft not in flight? + 592. necked/petted in an aircraft in flight? + 593. had oral sex in an aircraft in flight? + 594. had sex in an aircraft in flight? + 595. necked/petted on public transportation (bus, subway, tram or trolley)? + 596. had oral sex on public transportation? + 597. had sex on public transportation? + 598. necked/petted in a library? + 599. had oral sex in a library? + 600. had sex in a library? + 601. necked/petted in a place of the dead (morgue, cemetery, mortuary, + crypt, etc.)? + 602. had oral sex in a place of the dead? + 603. had sex in a place of the dead? + 604. necked or petted in a contraption of the dead? (Coffin, hearse, body + bag, etc.) + 605. had oral sex in a contraption of the dead? + 606. had sex in a contraption of the dead? + 607. necked/petted in/on a construction site (house, office, launch + platform, etc.)? + 608. had oral sex in/on a construction site? + 609. had sex in/on a construction site? + 610. necked/petted in a telephone booth, voting booth, automatic photograph + taker, closet, or any such small, non-moving enclosure that was not + designed for such activities? + 611. had oral sex in such enclosure? + 612. had sex in such enclosure? + 613. necked/petted in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, dumbwaiter or + any building-internal people moving device? + 614. had oral sex in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, dumbwaiter or + any building-internal people moving device? + 615. had sex in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, dumbwaiter or + any building-internal people moving device? + 616. necked/petted on the roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + 617. had oral sex on the roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + 618. had sex on the roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + 619. necked/petted in a place where you could have been discovered? + 620. had oral sex in a place where you could have been discovered? + 621. had sex in a place where you could have been discovered? + 622. necked/petted in the wilds or in nature with no nearby civilization? + 623. had oral sex in the wilds or in nature with no nearby civilization? + 624. had sex in the wilds or in nature with no nearby civilization? + 625. necked/petted in the snow? + 626. had oral sex in the snow? + 627. had sex in the snow (now that's fucking cold!)? + 628. necked/petted in a place where the prevailing ambient temperature (of + the air immediately surrounding you) was below the freezing point of + water? + 629. had oral sex in a place where the prevailing ambient temperature + was below the freezing point of water? + 630. had sex in a place where the prevailing ambient temperature + was below the freezing point of water? + 631. necked/petted in a free flowing body of water (river, lake, swimming + pool, ocean)? + 632. had oral sex in a free flowing body of water? + 633. had sex in a free flowing body of water? + 634. necked/petted under a natural shower of running water (as in + waterfalls, torrential downpour, monsoons, etc.)? + 635. had oral sex under a natural shower of running water? + 636. had sex under a natural shower of running water? + 637. necked/petted in a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + 638. had oral sex in a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + 639. had sex in a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + 640. necked/petted on a suspension device of any kind? (hammock, + trampoline, tightrope, safety net, etc.) + 641. had oral sex on a suspension device of any kind? + 642. had sex on a suspension device of any kind? + 643. necked/petted inside or within the confines of a hedge, bush, or other + natural vegetation which can provide a wall effect? + 644. had oral sex within such confines? + 645. had sex within such confines? + 646. necked/petted inside or within the confines of a cave, rock overhang, + a well, or any other secluded, outdoor, non-vegetative shielding + structure? + 647. had oral sex within such confines? + 648. had sex within such confines? + 649. had sexual activity in a household room other than the bedroom + (kitchen, hallway, living room)? + 650. had sexual activity on the floor? + 651. had sexual activity on a piece of furniture not normally used for + resting humans on (i. e. microwave, washing machine, TV [acrobatic + aren't you])? + 652. had sex on the beach? (and the resultant sand in uncomfortable places) + 653. had sex on a waterbed? (surf's up!) + 654. had sex in front of or under a mirror? + 655. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a public bathroom of the + opposite sex? + 656. gone to a motel (however sleazy) for the sole purpose of having sex? + +Section 7: Style. + + 657. put an ad in the persons to persons? + 658. put an ad for a sex partner? + 659. answered an ad for a sex partner? + 660. been to a "public bath"? + 661. patronized a prostitute? + 662. been to a "massage parlor"? + 663. sent a strip o gram? + 664. done a strip tease for someone? + 665. sexually harassed someone (e. g. made unwanted sexual advances)? + 666. forced or coerced someone into having intimate physical relations with + you? + 667. wife-(or husband)swapped? (swapped significant other) + 668. wanted to trade them in for a working model? + 669. committed adultery? (you need not have been the one who was married to + get this point.) + 670. been cited in divorce proceedings as the other woman/man? + 671. tasted your own sexual fluids? + 672. tasted another's sexual fluids? + 673. considered sperm a protein supplement? + 674. complimented someone on their taste? + 675. been complimented on your taste? + 676. searched for the G-spot or had someone search for your G-spot? + 677. searched for the G-spot and found it, or had someone find your G-spot? + 678. been unable to share a bed, sleeping bag, or sleeping accommodations + with someone of your prefered sex without something steamy happening? + 679. given a sympathy fuck? + 680. offered a sympathy fuck, and been rejected? + 681. received money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone? + 682. given money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation + with someone? + 683. always accepted sex (never refused it regardless of race, creed, + color, religion, age, gender or condition)? + 684. initiated sex with someone for the sake of sex only? + 685. tongue bathed someone? + 686. been tongue bathed? + 687. foot masturbated someone? + 688. been foot masturbated? + 689. licked or sucked on someone else's feet and/or toes? + 690. had your feet and/or toes licked or sucked by someone else? + 691. actually measured your own or someone else's penis? (i.e., actually + grabbed a ruler, yardstick, tape measure, etc.) + 692. asked about a guy: '. . is he hung'? + 693. used a feather or any other tickling device for the purpose of tickling? + 694. used tickling as a form of arousal? + 695. used your hair for the sexual arousal of others (beards count)? + 696. used hot wax for sexual purposes? + 697. used ice for sexual purposes? + 698. used ice or something frozen as a dildo? (ice cubes don't count here- + icicles, popsicles, and the like. Penetration.) + 699. used a strap-on dildo or male extension sheath? + 700. used whipped cream for sexual purposes? + 701. used household syrup, sandwich spreading, oil, salad dressing, or any + like substances for sexual purposes? + 702. put food, gravy, syrup, salad dressing, candy, peanut butter, honey, or + anything else edible on your partner's body and then eaten it? + 703. had sex to music (keep the beat)? + 704. had sex with a sunburn (the bright ouchie type)? + 705. had sex while still clothed ('down with trousers, up with dresses!')? + 706. had sex without the use of birth control devices? (Use of the rhythm, + prayer, and hope methods counts as "without the use of birth control + devices".) + 707. had sex with a religious officiary? (Priest, nun, mother-superior, + cardinal, pope, deity, etc.) + 708. had sex with someone whose name you didn't know at the time? + 709. had sex with someone whose name you still don't know? + 710. had sex with someone whose name you don't remember? + 711. had sex with someone whose language you don't (or didn't) know? + 712. had sex with someone whose name you didn't want to know? + 713. had sex with someone whose face you never saw? + 714. had sex and later wished you hadn't? + 715. had sexual activity with someone ten or more years younger than you? + 716. had sexual activity with someone ten or more years older than you? + 717. had sex with someone half your age? + 718. had sex with someone twice your age? + 719. lied about how old you were for purposes of sexual activity? + 720. had sex with someone of a race not your own? + 721. had sex with someone for revenge (on them, on their current or ex-, on + your current or ex-)? + 722. had sex while either you or your partner, but not both, were under + the legal age of consent of the state in which you were having sex? + 723. been involved in breast fucking? (a.k.a. "The Hawaiian Muscle Fuck") + 724. participated in fist-fucking? (see "Caligula") + 725. been bruised during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? (hickeys do + not count) + 726. bruised someone else during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 727. been injured during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 728. inflicted pain during sex? + 729. had pain inflicted during sex? + 730. been a screamer? + 731. made your partner scream during sex? + 732. fainted as a result of orgasm (give them a stud point!)? + 733. had your partner faint during intercourse or oral sex as a result of + orgasm (take a stud point!)? + 734. fallen asleep during sex? + 735. had your partner fall asleep during sex? + 736. had a quickie (sex or oral sex to orgasm in under 10 minutes)? + 737. had sex for more than three hours in a single session of sex? + 738. orgasmed more than three times in one session of sex? + 739. had sex so many times or so long that one or both people involved runs + dry? + 740. had sex doggie fashion? + 741. had sex in the female superior position? + 742. had sex sitting up? + 743. had sex standing up? + 744. had sex upside-down? + 745. gone through two or more sexual positions without the need for re-entry? + 746. had sex more than 10 times with 1 person? + 747. had sex more than 5 times in a 24 hour period? + 748. had sex more than 10 times in a 24 hour period? + 749. performed oral sex after intercourse without washing or douching? + 750. kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing teeth, + nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? + 751. gone out in public after sex or oral sex without bathing? + 752. been involved in the use of a penis as a leash or bludgeoning device? + 753. been involved in oxygen deprivation for sexual enhancement? (Nitrous + oxide does not count.) + 754. been late to work, class or an appointment because you were involved in + sexual activity? + 755. had an orgasm the same time as your partner (simultaneous)? + 756. faked orgasm (guys too)? + 757. told them they were great when they weren't? + 758. had a one night stand? + 759. ignored someone because you didn't want to admit you had had sex with + them? + 760. implied having had sex with someone when you hadn't? + 761. denied having sex with someone when you had (not telling your parents + is merely survival)? + 762. been walked in on while having sex? + 763. walked in on others having sex? (committed an "oops") + 764. walked in on others having sex and then joined in? + 765. physically watched people having sex? + 766. invited others to watch you having sex with someone? + 767. accepted an invitation to watch sexual activity? + 768. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation knowing that someone + was watching you? + 769. fantasized about someone else other than your partner when you were + engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 770. exited through a window because someone came home unexpectedly? + 771. walked in on your partner of choice having sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone else? + 772. watched your partner of choice having sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation with someone else? + 773. taken pictures or made video tapes of your partner of choice having sex, + oral sex, or mutual masturbation with someone else? + 774. willingly made audio recordings while having sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation? + 775. willingly made video tapes or had pictures taken while having sex, oral + sex, or mutual masturbation? + 776. talked dirty while having sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + 777. intentionally made more noise than necessary while having sex, oral sex, + or mutual masturbation so as to put on a good show for whoever + might have been listening in? + 778. intentionally listened in onto other people having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation without their knowing it? + 779. disturbed other people by the making of excessive noise while having + sex? + 780. had a general emergency arise while you were steeped in sex? ( house on + fire, flash flood, private plane crash lands in your dwelling, etc.) + 781. had your sexual technique/style/skill openly praised by someone? + 782. bought condoms? + 783. borrowed/stolen/taken birth control devices from your or someone + else's parents? (Condom's, spermicidal foam, diaphragms, chastity + belt.) + 784. comparison shopped for condoms (plain or ribbed)? + 785. chosen a condom or spermicide for its taste (or lack of)? + 786. bought condoms by the case (wholesale, not just the 'family pack')? + 787. bought any other birth control item (contraceptive jelly or foam, or + the pill)? + 788. bought any other birth control item in bulk (the Pill, unless you got + it for more than one month at a time, doesn't count)? + 789. handed out condoms as party favors? + 790. discussed favorite brand of condom? + 791. inflated a condom? + 792. carried a condom 'just in case'? + 793. used a non-normal solution as a contraceptive douche (Coke, beer, + etc.)? + 794. thought you might be, or might have caused someone to else to be, + unintentionally pregnant? + 795. bought a home pregnancy test? + 796. had, or given someone an unwanted pregnancy? + 797. lied about being pregnant or about having made someone pregnant? + 798. deliberately failed to pay child support? + 799. contracted mono? + 800. thought you had a sexually transmitted disease (STD)? + 801. had a STD of any sort? (STDs: i.e. the clap, crabs, herpes, Aids, etc.) + 802. had sex with someone knowing you had been exposed to a STD? + 803. had sex with someone knowing they had been exposed to a STD? + 804. had an AIDS test due to reasonable suspicion or hyperactive + imagination? + +Section 8: The Kinky Stuff. + + 805. engaged in heterosexual activity (with a member of the opposite sex)? + 806. engaged in homosexual activity (with a member of your sex)? + 807. engaged in bisexual activity (defined here as sexual activity with both + genders on a relatively even ratio for the period of time in + question)? + 808. engaged in incestuous activity (with a member of your family)? + 809. engaged in homosexual incest (with a member of your family and gender)? + 810. engaged in bestiality (sex with non-humans, not the merely sub human)? + 811. engaged in pedophillia (sexual activity with pre-teenage children)? + 812. engaged in bondage ('voluntarily', you had some control on initiation)? + 813. engaged in transvesticism? + 814. engaged in sadism? + 815. engaged in masochism? + 816. engaged in domination? + 817. engaged in submission? + 818. engaged in cocrophilia? (Marked interest in excrement; esp. use of feces + or filth for sexual excitement) + 819. engaged in frotteurism? (Masturbation by rubbing against another person + The need to rub against another stranger.) + 820. engaged in infantilism (a dependency on the sight or feeling of diapers + or of being diapered; a dependency on being dressed and treated as a + baby)? + 821. engaged in klismaphilia?(A dependency on being given an enema) + 822. engaged in mysophilia? (dependency on something soiled or filthy, such + as sweaty underwear or used menstrual pads)? + 823. engaged in scoptophilia? (A dependency on looking at sexual organs and + watching sexual activity openly, not surreptitiously, as in voyeurism)? + 824. engaged in urophilia? (Being dependently responsive to the smell or + taste of urine or the sight and sound of someone urinating) + 825. engaged in role-playing (nurse-patient, teacher-student, border guard + well endowed co-ed, etc.)? + 826. been a foot fetishist to any degree? + 827. been a leather fetishist to any degree? + 828. been a rubber/latex fetishist to any degree? + 829. been a voyeur? + 830. been an exhibitionist? + 831. worn edible underwear/lingerie? + 832. eaten edible underwear/lingerie off of someone? + 833. worn a leather/gore suit? + 834. worn diapers for a sexual or masturbatory purpose? + 835. been diapered by someone else for a sexual or masturbatory purpose? + 836. used a ball gag or other manufactured gag? + 837. worn a collar and/or leash? + 838. found a prepubescent child sexually attractive/arousing? + 839. had sexual contact of any kind with a prepubescent child? + 840. been on the receiving end of anal sex? + 841. been on the ramming end of anal sex? + 842. been involved in cunnilingus during the woman's period? + 843. had sex during the woman's period? + 844. had your anus licked? + 845. licked someone's anus? + 846. licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + 847. performed oral sex while the person was urinating? + 848. drank blood? + 849. drank your own urine? + 850. tasted or drank someone else's urine? + 851. drank/drained an entire bladder-full of someone else's urine? + 852. tasted someone else's nasal mucous? + 853. inserted food into yours or someone else's anus? + 854. eaten food after it was extracted/evacuated from yours or someone else's + anus? + 855. eaten a lab dissection? + 856. given your cat or dog a mohawk or a punk hairdo? + 857. dyed a pet strange colors (green, purple, hot pink)? + 858. fed live animals to pets (e.g. baby chicks to the pit bull)? + 859. been to a dog or cock fight? + 860. mutilated any living animal or creature for your pleasure? + 861. inserted a small animal or creature into your rectum? (Either alive or + dead) + 862. had sex in the presence of animals? + 863. had a family pet or domesticated animal walk over you or your partner + while you were involved in sex or oral sex? + 864. watched animals having sex? + 865. been aroused by the sight of animals having sex? + 866. had sex or oral sex with your (dead) dinner animal? + 867. attempted to have sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a live + animal, but failed? + 868. had sex with a live animal? (Any size) + 869. received oral sex from a live animal? (Any size) + 870. gave oral sex to a live animal? (Any size) + 871. masturbated a live animal? (Any size) + 872. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a single type of animal + more than once? (Alive or dead) + 873. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with an animal in the + presence of 1 or more other people? + +Section 9: Bondage. + + 874. tied up a masochist and refused to cause them pain (its called cruel)? + 875. improvised bondage extemporaneously during sexual activity (e. g. + holding someone's wrists over their head)? + 876. been tied up for erotic purposes (ropes, scarves, ties)? + 877. been tied up and had sex? + 878. been tied up and masturbated upon? + 879. been tied up knowing you might be seen by others? + 880. been tied up with the intention of being seen by others? + 881. tied someone up for erotic purposes? + 882. tied someone up and had sex with them? + 883. tied someone up and masturbated on them? + 884. had nude pictures of yourself taken? + 885. taken nude pictures of someone else? + 886. tied someone up and shown them to others? + 887. been bound in chains? + 888. been bound and had someone whip you? + 889. been whipped until you bled? + 890. had your nose pierced? + 891. had your tongue pierced? + 892. had your lips pierced? + 893. had your other lips pierced (or penis)? + 894. had your nipples pierced? + 895. fantasized of being tied up for erotic purposes? + 896. fantasized of tying someone up for erotic purposes? + 897. fantasized of tying someone up to show them to others? + 898. shaved someone else's pubic hair? + 899. pierced someone else's nose? + 900. pierced someone else's lips? + 901. pierced someone else's tongue? + 902. pierced someone else's other lips (or penis)? + 903. pierced someone else's nipples? + 904. bound someone in chains (handcuffs, leg irons or plain chain)? + 905. bound someone and whipped them? + 906. whipped someone until they bled? + 907. bought bondage & discipline literature? + 908. read "The Story of O"? + 909. seen the movie "The Story of O"? + 910. posed for B&D drawings? + 911. posed for B&D photographs? + 912. asked someone to pose for B&D drawings? + 913. asked someone to pose for B&D photographs? + 914. asked someone to pose for B&D movies? + +Section 10: Drugs. + + 915. smoked tobacco? (cigarette, pipe, cigar, hookah) + 916. chewed tobacco? (snuff) + 917. had an alcoholic drink? + 918. been intoxicated? + 919. thrown up from having drunk too much alcohol? + 920. passed out from having drunk too much alcohol? + 921. spiked a punch with alcohol? + 922. bought or drank 'moonshine'? + 923. brewed your own moonshine? + 924. chugged alcohol? + 925. had alcohol for breakfast? + 926. gargled with hard liquor (No more mediciny breath!)? + 927. driven while intoxicated or high? + 928. bought alcohol for minors? + 929. had someone buy you alcohol while you were still a minor? + 930. lied about how old you were in order to obtain alcohol? + 931. bought your own alcohol while still a minor? + 932. been drunk while still a minor? + 933. been hung over? + 934. had a hangover last more than one days? + 935. been intoxicated (high) from some other drug? + 936. been intoxicated from a controlled or illicit drug? + 937. used over the counter drugs for purposes of getting intoxicated? + 938. taken any drug that you weren't sure what it was, just to find out what + it does (foolish you)? + 939. taken stimulants? + 940. taken depressants excluding alcohol? + 941. inhaled nitrous oxide while not visiting a dentist? + 942. inhaled anything containing butyl nitrate (sniffed glue)? + 943. injected any non-prescription drug into yourself? + 944. injected more than one non-prescription drug simultaneously into + yourself? + 945. injected any non-prescription drug into someone else? + 946. injected more than one non-prescription drug simultaneously into + someone else? + 947. spiked a punch with a drug other than alcohol? + 948. taken Ecstasy/X? + 949. taken PCP or other veterinary drug? + 950. taken any synthetic hallucinogen (MDA, STP, Deep Purple, or Sandoz)? + 951. ingested any 'natural' hallucinogen (peyote, mescaline, 'shrooms, + ergot)? + 952. taken hallucinogens for enlightenment, or other philosophical reason? + 953. taken valium? + 954. smoked marijuana/sensemilia? + 955. eaten marijuana/sensemilia? + 956. taken opiate in any form? + 957. used cocaine? + 958. smoked crack? + 959. freebased? + 960. done speed or meth-amphetamine? + 961. had a bad trip? + 962. gotten a bad batch? + 963. taken any 'designer' drugs? + 964. used the list of controlled drugs as a checklist (USC title 21, sec + 812)? + 965. used prescription drugs that you didn't 'need' or have the prescription + for ('abused' a controlled substance)? + 966. deliberately injured yourself so as to obtain medication? + 967. made any food item with drugs added? (hash brownies, Everclear Jello, + etc.)? + 968. eaten any food item with drugs added? + 969. drugged someone without their knowledge and/or consent? (hash + brownies and the like.) + 970. introduced someone to 'drugs' in general? + 971. introduced someone to a new (to them) drug? + 972. made or synthesized your own drugs? + 973. made or synthesized drugs, 'commercially' (been the lab)? + 974. grown your own? (marijuana, opium poppies) + 975. bred your own? (produces better varieties) + 976. bought a controlled or illicit drug? + 977. sold a controlled or illicit drug? + 978. sold a non-drug item as a controlled or illicit drug (burned somebody)? + 979. bought a controlled or illicit drug in bulk for personal use? + 980. sold possessions in order to obtain drugs? + 981. played any games in which there was a mystery as to who would be + getting drugs and who wouldn't, yet everybody plays in it (e.g."Who's + got the pill, where half of the cups (of soda) have LSD in them and + the other half don't, and everybody picks a cup and drinks it and + wonders who gets lucky.) + 982. gone to class or work while under the influence of drugs? (alcohol + counts.) + 983. mixed drugs? (alcohol counts. mixed meaning being under the + influence of two or more drugs at once.) + 984. used any drug when you were too wasted to know if it had any effect + (e. g. smoked pot while blitzed)? + 985. used a commercial aphrodisiac? (Spanish Fly, Magic Love Drops, + powdered rhino horn, etc.) + 986. used alcohol to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of sex + or oral sex? + 987. used drugs to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of sex + or oral sex? + 988. had sex while under the influence of nitrous? + 989. had an orgasm while under the influence of nitrous? (difficult + because of timing.) + 990. had sex while under the influence of cocaine? + 991. had sex while under the influence of marijuana/sensemilia? + 992. had sex while under the influence of Ecstasy/X? + 993. had sex while under the influence of PCP or other vet. drug? + 994. had sex while under the influence of LSD, peyote, or psilocybin? + 995. had sex while under the influence of any hallucinogen? + 996. had sex while under the influence of drugs with a partner who did + not realize you were on them? + 997. been told you had sex the night before and you can't recall a thing? + 998. woken the next morning wondering what you did? + 999. woken the next morning wondering where you were? + 1000. woken the next morning wondering who you were? +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +I. Scoring + +Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of a sheet of paper containing lots +of itty-bitty answers to the Purity Test. Sworn to excellence of workmanship, we +now give you directions on how to calculate your Purity score. There are several +methods; the calculator method works best. Also there is the a la mainframe +method. (A DEC Station-5000 works great as a PC.) + +Scoring method: Count "yes" answers. + Subtract that number from 1000. + Divide the result by 10. + The result is your percentage purity. + +The higher the number, the more pure you are; in the same vein, the lower +the score, the more of a sleaze bag you are. + +For your reference, we include calculator directions: + For people with real calculators (HP): + (# of NO answers) [ENTER] 10 / + For people with other (dinky) calculators: + (# of NO answers) / 10= + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +II> Warranty Information + +We hope that you have enjoyed this test. 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It's pretty +addictive, though." - Sammy Dunlop, Actor + + +Sex as a Reward - + + "If my wife does me a favor or something really nice for me, then I'll +eat her pussy for an extra-long time. My wife is a real sweetheart. My +friends ask why she's so nice." - Terry Williamson, Physical Education +Teacher. + + +Sex to Fight Addiction - + + "I've been trying to quit smoking cigarettes for years. As of today, I +haven't had a smoke in 42 days. Sex is the one thing that really seems +to help when I get a craving. It takes my mind right off the cigarettes +totally. The hard part is after sex, because then I really want a +smoke." - Les Clark, Art Director +(Remember, if you smoke after sex, you're doing it too fast. - M.F.) + + +Sex as a Laxative - + + "I have a lifelong constipation problem. I've noticed that there is a +direct correlation between my constipation and my sex life. I get real +constipated when I'm not having sex regularly, and I'm fine if I'm +having sex. I also think it's good to have a lover massage my anus with +her finger. I think it's healthy. And it feels so good." - Jimmy +Turnowski, Attorney + + +Sex to Get to Know Someone - + + "I find that having sex with someone is a great way to get to know +them. That's why I still like to fuck on the first date. I can tell a +lot about a person by fucking them." - Janet Rivera, Real Estate Agent + + +Sex as Meditation - + + "I use masturbation as my primary form of meditation. I put on some +space music, put in my vibrator then empty my mind and just float. It's +incredible. It helps me get in touch with my emotions. Sometimes I'll do +affirmations and pray while I masturbate. I focus inward and just love +myself. I think of my masturbation rituals as my path to enlightenment." +- Katrina Rainbow, New Age Girl + + +Sex to Make Money - + + "I use sex to make a lot of money. It's that simple" - Susie Que, Prostitute + + +Sex for Magic - + +"I'm in a witches coven. If we want to accomplish something very +important we use sex in our magic ceremonies. It's called "sex magic." +It's the most powerful form of magic we do. It always works. Once we +raised $25,000 for an orphanage in Mexico with sex magic." - Jane +Contrella, Witch + + +Sex for Manipulation - + + "I'm in the music business, which is a really rough business. I use sex +to get what I want. I got a nice little recording contract with only one +blowjob. With sex you get them at their most vulnerable." - D.C. ,Lead +Singer in a Rock Band + + +Sex for Gardening - + + "I know this sounds a bit strange, but I have a beautiful garden. and I +jerk off onto my plants. I love jerking off outdoors; so I figure while +I'm at it, I'll kill two birds with one stone, and sprinkle my sperm +onto a plant that needs a little extra care. I figure if sperm can +create a life, it must be a good fertilizer." - Jonathan Dunlap, +Interior Decorator + + +Sex to Increase Energy - + + "I was living with a guy, and we were going to start a T-shirt +business. We worked day and night to get it off the ground. We used sex +to keep us awake and full of energy. My lover would fuck me, but not +have an orgasm. So we would fuck six, seven, eight times a day just to +get our energy up. The business was a big succes, until I left him. Then +it went quickly down hill." - Nora Govan, Pot Dealer + + +Sex as a Gift - + + "For my best friend's 40th birthday, I sent her this very sexy, hot, 22 +year old guy to make love to her. She said it was the best present +she'd ever had in her entire life." - Carol Sternhell, Modeling Agent + + +Sex to Wake Up - + + "I'm a very heavy sleeper, and I fucking hate alarm clocks. The best +way to get me out of bed is to fuck me hard and fast for just a few +minutes. A nice, wild quickie first thing in the morning, and I'm wide +awake, baby." - Robin Spear, Bartender + + +Sex to Cure Back Pain - + + "I hurt my back doing gymnastics when I was a teenager. Now sometimes +my lower back really hurts. One thing I found that really helps is anal +sex. I sewar to God, it really works." - Bubbles Delight, Stripper + + +Sex to Keep Warm in the Winter - + + "We like to go skiing up in the Catskills. If we stay in a cabin and +there's not a lot of heat, what better way to stay warm than to make +mad, passionate love? It's better than an electric blanket any day." - +Scott Chelnk, Writer/Editor + + +Sex as a Cream Rinse - + + "In high school we would try to get girls to suck our dicks by telling +them that sperm made their hair real shiny. None of them beleived me, +but I'll betcha it's true." - Michael Cyril, Costumer + + +Sex for Stress Reduction - + + "Some men like to go to the bar during lunch hour to relax. I like to +visit my lover. Then I return to work totally relaxed, which lasts about +an hour, because I have a high pressure job." - Charles Lenhoff, +Stockbroker + + +Sex as a Spiritual Experience - + + "Being so totally and completely in love with my mate, I find that sex +can be a manifestation of godliness. When we connect, I feel at one with +the Earth, with God and with Life. I feel so whole and complete and so +holy and nourished." - Rubin Howard, Nursery School Teacher + + +Sex for Excercise - + + "Sex is great for maintaining physical fitness. My girlfriend has +really hard thighs from being on top. It's great excercise. She demands +that I don't come until she finishes her thigh workout. And look at my +arms. That's just from pumping nookie. It's good for the heart. You +know, cardiovascular stuff. It's the only excercise I do, and I'm in +great shape." - Bob Dee Widder, Jewelery Salesman + + +Sex for Thrills and Adventure - + + "My boyfriend and i live dangerously. We have all kinds of wild sexual +adventures. Last week we were at the movies, and he was playing with my +pussy the whole time. It was raining and we were under an umbrella with +raincoats on. No one could tell what we were doing. It was exciting." - +Kitty Wichner, Dietician + + +Sex for a Laugh - + + "I love to laugh in bed. Sex can be really funny." - Georgio Deano, +Pizza Shop Owner + + +Sex as a Cure for Baldness - + + "In my early 20s I was still a hippie, and I had this great long hair. +Suddenly, it started coming out in big clumps. I had this brainstorm +that if semen could make new people, maybe it could make new hair. So at +night before I went to sleep, I would masturbate and rub it all over my +scalp. When I woke up in the morning it would be all dried up, shrunk, +almost painful. Then I'd wash it out. It definitely worked. My hair +stopped falling out. I've used a similar treatment for acne." - Fitugu +Tadesse, Zoologist + + +Sex for Voice Training - + + "I'm studying singing, and I was really having trouble with a +particualr phrase. My teacher is great. He said, 'Think of this +microphone as a cock, and make love to it with your voice, like a sort +of blowjob with sound.' So I tried it, and it worked great. Now I have a +microphone fetish!" - Debora Kovacs, Up and Coming Singer + + +Sex to Acheive Altered States - + + "If I'm having really great sex, all kinds of amazing things happen. I +leave my body and have an out of body experience. I become breathed by +the universe, and I go into trance states. I've even had revelations and +awakened memories of past lives." - Arthur Abarbanel, Crystal Salesman + + +Sex for Mosquito Bites - + + "When I was 18, I moved out of my parent's house to a little house in +the country. On my first night, I woke up with a billion mosquito bites. +I hadn't bought screens for the windows yet. So I open the medicine +cabinet, and there's no Calamine lotion. So I figured I needed something +soothing and liquid. Yogurt and sperm were all I had. So I tried them +both. They both worked." - Darryl Stipanela, Law Student + + +Sex for a Good Deed - + + "There was this really fat girl, the fattest girl in all of Woodstock. +We were talking one night, and she confessed to me that the worst part +of being fat was that she hadn't had sex in three years. So I told her, +being the nice guy that I am, that I would have sex with her. I didn't +really want to do it, but I climbed on board. It was like being on a +rubber raft in the ocean. I fucked her for a good hour. She totally came +to life. Her eyes were sparkling. It was beautiful to watch. The only +problem was that afterward she wouldn't leave me alone." - Marco Vassi, +Erotic Writer + + +Sex as Art - + + "I'm a very creative person. I like to express myself. They say sex is +an art. I see it that way, just like painting or performing. I can +express myself creatively and imaginitively through sex. And beleive me, +I'm very creative. Very." - Tanya Le Oiep Modern Dancer + +So, there you have 101 uses for sex. Well, not quite 101 but close enough. + +Remember "Sex - it's what you make of it." + +Enjoy + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/rectum.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/rectum.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3fa80a0f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/rectum.txt @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +"Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places..." +stolen by Dunkirk + +This is a list which appeared in a well-known column of all the things which doctors +have had to "retrieve" from the recta of various individuals. This list was compiled +from the various medical journals published in the United States. This list is, of +course, by no means complete. + +A bottle of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup +An axe handle +A 9-inch zucchini +A fourteen inch dildo with two D-cell batteries +A plastic spatula +A 9-inch water bottle +A deoderant bottle +A Coke bottle +A large bottle cap +A 3.5 inch Japanese float ball +An 11-inch carrot +An antenna rod +A 150-watt light bulb +A 100-watt frosted bulb +A cucumber +A screwdriver +Four rubber balls +72 jeweler's saws (not all at once, although 29 on one occasion) +A paperweight +An apple +An onion +A plastic toothbrush package +Two bananas +A frozen pig's tail (it got stuck when it thawed) +A 10-inch length of broomstick +An 18-inch umbrella handle and central rod +A plantain encased in a condom +Two vaseline jars +A whiskey bottle with a cord attached +A teacup +An oil can +A 6 x 5 inch tool box weighing 22 ounces (patient died) +A 6-inch stone weighing 2 pounds (patient died) +A baby powder can +A test tube +A ballpoint pen +A peanut butter jar +A candle +A baseball +A sand-filled bicycle inner tube +A bunch of sewing needles +A flashlight +A half-filled tobacco pouch +A turnip +A pair of eyeglasses +A hard-boiled egg +A carborundum grindstone with handle +A suitcase key +A syringe +A file +A polythene waste wrap from the U-bend of a sink + + "In 1955 one man who was `feeling depressed' reportedly inserted a 6-inch paper +tube into his rectum, dropped in a lighted firecracker, and blew a hole in his +anterior rectal wall. This changed his mood real quick..." + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/rest.in.pieces b/textfiles.com/sex/rest.in.pieces new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7205357b Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/rest.in.pieces differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/rocksex.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/rocksex.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c0bed23d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/rocksex.hum @@ -0,0 +1,75 @@ + +(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-)(-) +/ The Zeppelin \ +< of > +/ The Watchman's Tower AE \ +< 404-252-8384 > +> p/w = HELLO < +\ Enigma Inc. / +|________Sex Division________| +\/\/\/\/\/\/ Formatted in 80 columns +And our story begins... + +I never thought I'd write a letter like this +but Kathy +my lady talked me into it. We earn our living by playing in a rock band. Rock and roll is a hard +wild life and all the stories are true. But Kathy and I try to maintain +after three years of a great marrage +as normal a life as we can under the circumstances. +Believe it or not +Kathy +who was against any kind of adultry started it. She knew I was tempted by Jdy +a blond back-up singer +but was being good about it. We talked about it too and everything was cool untill my wife and I were backstage with the drummer-husband of the said lady. We had come to see them play and the four of us were alone. I turned from talaking and admiring t +he tall thin blonde and found my petite Kathy +who was the sexiest body anywhere +making hot eyes at the drummer +Mike. He was blonde too +long haired and had taken his shirt off. He was sweating and he was staring and smiling at my wife. +Jealousy snapped its ugly head and I felt the cool hand of Judy on my pants were my cock bulged. She smiled and shruged with her taut little tits hard-nippled under her spandex top. we're cool ans we don't get jealous +if you can dig it. Kathy and Mike turned. I got a grip on myself and Mike nodded +telling me that they swung and he had the hots for Kathy. I was torn and Kathy and I looked at each other. +Time moved and we undressed each other +locking the door. Things got better +especially as Judy took over +pulling me down and giving me the most sensual head. Her slinky +hard +sexy body was like a snake +moving all over me as I leaned into a pile of cushions. +If Judy hadn't been so erotic +the sight of Mike eating and sucking Kathy's sweet tasting pussy would have drivin me nuts +but every time I began to feel jealous +Judy did some hot sexual thing that made my cock rip everthing from my mind. She rode my rock hard cock untill I came hard in her small juicy love hole +twisting and pushing her hard nipples into my chest +her vagina sucking every drop of cum from me as my eyes watched Kathy. Mike was holding het sexy little body +sucking her mouth +nipples +ears +eyes everything his tounge could reach. His hands held her ass +her legs wrapped around his hips as he stood +fucking her hard +with his back against the wall. It was a wild little room and I was still cumming as Kathy cried out. Mike's body stiffened and he made a noise like he was in pain as he pushed his cock all the way in and filled my Kathy's cunt with his juice. His mout +h covered Kathy's and they kissed as they came together. Judy grabbed my hair and came again +making my cock twitch wonderfully as her mouth sucked me +her toung twirling around mine. She shuddered into a second climax. +And afterwards everything was cool. We were friends and Kathy was in my lap making me hard again. Strange +but we made love to our own wives and it was hot. At home we talked about it and made love again. And yeah +we met Judy and Mike again and again and things got better every time. +-T. +New York City +/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-/-\-| Call these boards... | | | +| The Watchman's Tower AE p/w = HELLO 404-252-8384 | +| The Pilot's Exchange BBS/AE IND. 404-669-0410 | +| The Silver Tounge BBS/AE IND. 312-759-1916 | +| Reflex Towers AE p/w = SPIRAL 703-922-6123 | +| The Dark Side AE No p/w 408-245-7726 | +| The Arena AE p/w = TURKEY 408-429-8562 | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= +Leave me mail at The Pilot's Exchange or The Watchman's Tower if you are interested in more of these types of files or files on different subject and leave suggestions. +The Zeppelin + + + + +(> + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sam.fox b/textfiles.com/sex/sam.fox new file mode 100644 index 00000000..559fb9cf --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sam.fox @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ + Up to alt.sex.moves Home Page + + Back to list of biographies + + + +SAMANTHA FOX Last Update: Wed. Jun. 29, 1994 ++----------------------------------------------------------------------------- + ++----------------------------------------------------------------------------- +BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION ++----------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Stage Name : Samantha Fox ++----------------------------------------------------------------------------- +ADULT FILMS Director-Distibutor Yr Scene ++----------------------------------------------------------------------------- +6 faces of Samantha JGenero 84 +Afternoon delights WEvans Caballero 81 +Amanda by night RMcCallum Caballero 81 +Angie undercover cop NReef 78 +Auto erotic practices 79 +Babe JChristopher Arrow 82 +Babylon gold CHoward Command 83 +Babylon pink HPachard Command 79 +Bad Penny MUbell Quality-X-pix 78 +Behind the scenes JSherwin 84 +Beyond the blue 80 +Bizarre thunder +Blonde in black silk PDrexler Quality-X-pix 80 +Blue ecstasy KHorulu Caballero 75 +Blue magic LRevene Quality-X-pix 81 +Blue voodoo AWeston 77 +Bon appetit CVincent Quality-X-pix 80 +Burlexxx VBenedetti VCA 84 +Candy girl JChristopher PVX 78 +Captives Bizarre 82 +Centerfold fever RMailer Video-X-pix 81 +Chastity Kidd Command 83 +Coed fever RMcCallum Caballero 80 +Come fly with us OTripe 74 +Compromising positions +Corruption RMahler VCA 83 +Critic's choice 2 84 +Dallas schoolgirls JChristopher Video-X-pix 81 +Damiano's people GDamiano 79 +Devil in Miss Jones 2 HPachard VCA 82 +Dinner with Samantha TGA 83 +Dirty looks VCA 82 +Dixie Ray Hollywood star ASpinelli Caballero 83 +Double your pleasure CStevens Cal vista 78 +Dr. Love RMichaels VCA 76 +Dracula exotica WEvans VCA 80 +Eighth erotic film festifal JGenero 83 +Erotic gold 2 ABerry Ventura 85 +Erotic world of Vannessa +Erotic world of Vannessa 2 +Fascination LRevene Quality-X-pix 80 +Filthy rich MZen Caballero 81 +Foxtrot CHoward Command 82 +Foxy boxing JGenero 83 +French kiss 79 +Games women play CVincent Caballero 80 +Girl like that +Girl's best friend HPachard 81 +Girls USA JDavian PVX 80 +Girls who dig girls 1 Wet 86 +Her name was Lisa RMahler VCA 79 +Here comes the bride JChristopher Cal vista 79 +Honey throat JChristopher Cal vista 80 +Honeysuckle rose RBrivar Caballero 81 +Hot ones 84 +In love CVincent VCA 83 +Irresistible EDurrell Essex 82 +Jack and Jill MUbell Quality-X-pix 79 +Jack and Jill 2 CVincent VCA 84 +Legends of porn Cal vista 87 +Legends of porn 3 91 +Liquid assets RWalters Caballero 82 +Loophole 81 +Love in arrangement CLarkin 81 +Love syndrome Cal vista 82 +Luscious BSlobodian 80 +Marlene's world MrMustard 77 +Midnight blue 1 AGoldstein 80 +Mystique Caballero 79 +Naughty nurses VCR 82 +Nurses are coming 79 +October silk HPachard Command 80 +Odyssey GDamiano VCX 77 +Once upon a secretary RJeremy 83 +Only the best 2 Cal vista 89 +Outlaw ladies HPachard VCA 81 +People ASpinelli CDI 78 +Physical DLobo Select-a-tape 81 +Pink ladies RMichaels VCA 80 +Platinum paradise CHoward Command 80 +Play girl RFindlay Essex 82 +Porn stars at play VCA 80 +Potpourri 79 +Pussycat ranch JChristopher Cal vista 79 +Robin's nest VBurton 80 +Roommates CVincent Video-X-pix 82 +Samantha Fox's fantasies VCX 80 +Satin suite PDrexler 80 +Secrets of Seka 80 +Seduction of Cindy LGucci 80 +Sizzle MUbell 79 +Sizzle with Samantha +Spitfire CHoward Command 85 +Steamin' hot LGucci Select-a-tape 82 +Summertime blue JAMartine VCX 78 +Super Seka LGucci 85 +Swedish sorority girls JChristopher Cal vista 80 +Sweet hearts Electric Hollyw. 86 +Sweet surrender DMilford 82 +Tale of Tiffany Lust GKikoine TVX 81 +Tara LGucci 81 +That lucky stiff CVincent 80 +Tiffany minx RNorman Caballero 81 +Tigresses and other man-eaters 80 +Tramp CVincent Cal vista 80 +Undercovers APerry-Rhine Caballero 82 +Vannessa delRio's fantasies +Wanda whips Wallstreet LRevene Video-X-pix 81 +Woman in love KHorulu Caballero 83 +Working girls 82 ++---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Peter van Aarle (aarle@boc.chem.ruu.nl) + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/samfox.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/samfox.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ca1d45e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/samfox.txt @@ -0,0 +1,357 @@ +ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» +º SAMANTHA FOX - THE LIFE STORY º +ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ + +At 16, she was the darling of the shop floor. Pictures of the +teenager with the fantastic figure, torn from the tabloid +press, adorned the walls of almost every factory in the +country. Today, just four years later, that same girl has +fulfilled a fantasy most of us only dream of. Not only is she +the country's top model, but also a chart-busting rock +singer, a television personality and an actress. She has her +own designer label, a restaurant, and a race horse, and she's +still the girl everybody wants to see. She is simply a +sensation. She's Samantha Fox . . . + + +SAM - THE STORY SO FAR . . . +Samantha Fox was born on the 15th April, 1966, in the East +End of London. Small and rather delicate as a child, Pat and +Carole, her parents, never imagined that she might one day +follow her mother footsteps into the modelling world. They +couldn't have dreamed that she would employ them both to help +run the business of keeping Sam Fox on the road. As a +youngster, she was no great beauty. In fact from the age of +five, the young Samantha had to wear a caliper on her leg to +help cure a bad hip. She wore it for three years, by which +time, the Fox family had moved to Crouch End in North London, +where their home remains to this day . . . + + Sam's first ambition was to get her own wheels. Not the +sprauncy sports car that she now finds herself riding around +in, but a humble push bike. +She had to wait until she was 13 before her parents could +afford to buy her one, and trusted her on the busy Islington +streets. Mum and Dad were protective towards Samantha from +the start, and even now Mum chaperones her on many of her +tours, and Dad is strict about how she handles her career. + `They're the best Mum and Dad in the world,' Sam says . +. . `Nobody's got parents as kind as mine, and if that sounds +naff, then hard luck.' + All the same, when that bike finally arrived, young +Sammy cried her eyes out . . . + + +SAM, THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL +Samantha describes her days at St. Thomas More School as +great, though she admits to being nothing special +academically (`I was no thickie either,' she adds). It was +the first chance that Sam's bubbly personality had to shine +through, and she made the most of it. she became the class +clown, cheekily putting drawing pins on the teacher's seat, +and sticking notices like `I'm a prat.' on the backs of the +other schoolgirls' blazers. Hard though it is to imagine, Sam +was considered to be something of a tomboy, and surprised all +the teaching staff by insisting on studying motor engineering +at CSE, despite being the only girl in the class. But that +didn't bother her. in fact, she revelled in the attention. At +16, she left school with `O' levels in English, art and +music, an `A' level in art, and that CSE in motor engineering +. . . + + +YOUNG FOX AT PLAY +As a teenager, another factor entered her life - boys. Her +first crush was on Richard Chamberlain as Dr. Kildare. + `I thought he looked so dishy in that outfit,' she says, +and admits that she still has a secret hankering to meet him. + With that interest came her first concern about her +appearance. She decided to dye her hair. Unfortunately the +only thing at hand was food colouring, and so she set to work +with that. + `I thought it looked really great,' she laughs. `But +nobody else seemed to agree. Sam also meet with some +resistance when, at the age of 15, she told her careers +officer that she wanted to be a Page Three girl. The lady had +never even heard of The Sun's most famous feature, and +instead palmed her off with a leaflet on fashion modelling. +It was useless. For a start it insisted that all models had +to be 5 foot 7 at least, not much help when you're only 5 +foot 1. Sam's next idea wasn't much better. She decided that +she would become a policewoman, but again her ambitions were +too high. WPC Fox was not the uniform height. Graphic design +was more realistic. With her art qualifications, she had some +hope of achieving a living. But this was not enough for +ambitious Sam. She wanted to be famous, and wasn't going to +spend another three years at college trying to achieve it. +She was going to be a model - and the best . . . + + +TOPLESS TO THE TOP +Many teenagers dream of a career in front of the cameras, but +few have as many advantages as Samantha did. At 16, she was +blessed with a stunning 34D-22-31 figure (later to fill out +to 36D!), and parents who not only approved, but encouraged +her to enter the cut and thrust of professional modelling. +However, it was not her famous assets that first launched her +career. Her mother entered her for the `Face Shape of 83' +contest in the Sunday People. She didn't win, but she was +second, and enough photographers noticed another shape that +would be a winner. Within a few months she was appearing +topless on Page Three. The public loved her, and soon after +was making more topless appearances than any other model. At +17, she won the coveted title of Page Three Girl of the Year +for the first time, and became the darling of millions of +readers of The Sun, Star and Daily Mirror. In case of +accident, Sam even had her boobs insured for œ250,000. Her +ambitions had been achieved but that wasn't enough any more. +There were a lot more people who were going to hear about +Samantha Fox . . . + +FOX ON THE BOX + By the time Sammy won the Page Three Girl of the Year +contest a second time, sceptical media men were beginning to +realize that she was not going to be a flash in the pan. +Television started to take an interest in the curvy cockney. +She was invited to appear on chat shows, often with her Page +Three colleagues, and always with great success. Her chirpy +personality shone through, and TV producers began to see that +she was more than just a pretty chest. True, in her early TV +days, she was hired mainly for her buxom beauty (feeding Jim +Davidson with one-liners, for example, or demonstrating a +glowing bra from the 1950's on Noel Edmonds' Time of your +Life), but at least she was being given dialogue - more than +most Page Three girls or Benny Hill's angels ever seem to +attain. Soon after, she was appearing in chat shows in her +own right. Des O'Conner and Terry Wogan both helped Sam show +that she had the makings of a television personality. It +wouldn't be long before someone offered Sam that chance to +show just how good she could be on the small screen . . . + + That opportunity came in 1985, when the 19-year-old was +signed up for a reputed œ30,000 as a reporter, presenter and +interviewer on London Weekend Television's Six O'Clock Show. +A light hearted look at the weeks's news, it was an excellent +vehicle for Sam's cheeky manner. She conducted interviews in +the street with men about `visible pantie line', talked to +guests from the world of show biz, and lent an individual +style to reporting some of the sillier events in London. At +first her lack of TV experience showed, but a public keen to +see new talent and a lively approach lapped her up. All-too- +soon her six month contract was up . . . + + It would have been easy for Sam to carry on in a similar +vein, but again she saw a much larger market for her talents. +By now, practically the whole country had heard of Samantha +Fox. She advertised The Sun on television, turned up in +comedy programmes, appeared at charity functions, and became +as much a part of comic folklore as the mother-in-law. No +event seemed complete without inviting Sam Fox to be there. +And she was still the biggest thing on Page Three. It was +rumoured that she earned more than the Prime Minister, and +she was certainly more popular. She was the British sex +symbol of the Eighties, the Marilyn Monroe of her day. Who +could ask for more? Sam could . . . + + +SAM'S A SINGER + Many Page Three girls have decided to release records. +They have, on the whole been abysmal offerings intended for +the novelty market, selling in small numbers on their name +alone. When Samantha came to release her first single, both +she and the record company, Jive, were determined it wouldn't +be like that. For a start Sam wasn't picked because of her +modelling fame. She was auditioned along with hundreds of +other hopefuls by producer Jon Astrop. He chose her, he says, +because she was the most natural performer, honest, outgoing +and above all enthusiastic. He also reckoned that she had the +idea voice for the pop market. Nobody could have been more +pleased than Sam. This was the new avenue that she had been +looking for. A song was chosen. Touch Me was co-written and +produced by Astrop. It took two ten-hour days to record, +which Sam somehow fitted into her already crowded schedule. +Astrop praised Sam's hard work saying that she never gave +less than 150 per cent, and adding that she was surprising +confident for a first timer. Everyone was very happy, but how +would the single fare in the hard world of rock? . . . + + It was a smash! Touch Me roared to the Number Three slot +in Britain, and reached Number One in nine other countries. +Her second single Do Ya, Do Ya, followed it in the top ten, +and the album Touch Me went silver within a fortnight of +being released. Naturally, the music press were a little +narked at this invasion by a `mere model' and many complained +that the songs only sold through her Page Three notoriety. +But this was not true. Sam's records were even bigger in +Europe where nobody had heard of Page Three, than they were +here. What had won over the record buying public was the +combination of good production, great singing, Sam's +personality and her performance on video. Much as the serious +music press might not like to admit it, Sam has everything a +pop star needs. + Her third single, Hold on Tight, followed immediately +and again rushed into the charts. Its sound was reminiscent +of the Chapman and Chinn creations for stars like Suzi Quatro +in the seventies, and was perfect disco music. However, it +was time for the anti-Sam brigade to show their claws. The +stern bosses of BBC Radio One banned the song from their +playlists, pompously claiming that it was of `poor standard' +and that they `had a duty not to inflict it on their millions +of listeners.' The millions of listeners however felt +differently. It was another Top Twenty hit, (amazingly +without Radio One play) and firmly established Sam as one of +our top female singers . . . + + +THE SUN'S OUT, SAYS SAM + Such was the success of her singing and TV career that +Sam was quoted as saying that she was given up topless +modelling this year. This rash statement prompted a Christmas +style postal rush as thousands of letters, some addressed +simply `Sam Fox, England' poured into newspaper offices and +Samantha's north London home. They were all pleas for her to +continue, many in the sort of language lovers use when they +are about to be given the elbow. She responded at once, and +appeared centre page of The Sun baring her boobs again. + `Don't worry, you'll see me on Page Three again,' she +said. `Whether I become a nun or a serious actress that's +what I'll be remembered for. I'll only give up if my body is +no longer good enough.' + By the way of thanks, the readers of The Sun voted her +Page Three Girl of the Year for the third time this year. + However, it is nonetheless true that Samantha is cutting +down on her Page Three work, and more of her modelling is +clothed. Recently, for example, she appeared in practically +every high street in the country on giant posters advertising +Mecca Social Clubs, wearing a sequined but neck-high evening +dress. And she is also a part of the Daily Mail advertising +campaign where she is seen on billboards demurely clad, and +mockingly claiming that she is now after a paper with `better +coverage' . . . + + +SAMMY'S SIDELINES + As if being a top rock star, TV personality and a model +wasn't enough to fill her time, Sam has a few other interests +to keep her busy. Last year she launched her own designer +label producing clothes with a foxy feel. It features +everything from elegant evening gowns to a skin-tight plastic +catsuit. In fact, Sam has become quite a fashion leader +through her TV appearances and pop videos. She introduced the +idea of tight, torn jeans at the launch of Touch Me, and her +leather outfits have also been much in demand. She's also +going to have to start watching the horse racing on +television with great interest. She recently bought her own +race horse, also called Touch Me. It's a filly that she +picked on a trip to Ireland, and she hopes to race her next +season. And should she get hungry, Samantha can also pop into +her own restaurant, Sam's, in the heart of London . . . + + +FOX HUNTERS - SAM'S FANATICAL FOLLOWERS + But Samantha would be the first to admit that she could +never do it without you, the fans. Sam appeals to practically +every age and social group from the humble Sun reader to the +rock fan and media junkie. Few girls have that broad an +appeal. How many posters of Madonna will you find in +Britain's factories, eh? And what a devoted lot you are! + When The Sun recently held a competition to find +Britain's biggest Sam Fox fan, they were amazed at the +response. Men from all over the country pin her to their +walls, with or without their wives or girlfriends' +permission. The bedroom seems to be the most popular place of +worship . . . + + +A FOXY FUTURE? + Where does Samantha go from here? She has very firm +views. Her ambition, from childhood, has been to be famous, +and that still holds good. She recently told the Daily Mirror +she wants to top the charts, `to be in the big league if it +means competing with Madonna and Springsteen. I would love a +Number One in Britain.' + But some have warnings for her. Radio One D.J. Steve +Wright said in his column that she would be wrong to think of +singing full-time. He called her a beautiful girl and a +natural TV performer, but his advice was to stay in modelling +for another year and develop her TV skills. Singing, he +reckoned, should remain a lucrative hobby. + However Steve was commenting before Sam made her first +promotional trip to America - a trip which has been another +great success for the fabulous Fox. It co-incided with the +release to Touch Me in the States, which leapt into the US +charts immediately. Whilst she was there, Sam was invited +onto no less than seven radio talk shows in two days, she +hosted her own show on MTV, and was deluged with enquires +about her singing career from interested members of the +public... One MTV executive producer praised her down-to- +earth attitude and giggly charm, and Jonathon King said that +the reaction to her rivalled Beatlemania. However, the Yanks +are going to miss out on one aspect of Samantha's talent. She +will not be doing any topless modelling there. Her record +company say that could damage her popularity in the Bible +belt. However, cheeky cockney's like Sam have always done +well in the US (think of Twiggy, not to mention all the +repeats of Upstairs, Downstairs), so this could be a whole +new ballgame for Britain's bombshell . . . + + +THE FOX IN HER LAIR + Despite fame and constant claims that she is now a +millionairess, Sam is still very much a homely girl. She +still lives with her parents, her 17-year-old sister Vanessa +and the two dogs Bianca and Lucy in the family's Victorian +semi-detached in Islington. Her parents are now a part of her +business. Mum occasionally accompanies her on jobs, and her +father works as her manager, helping to answer the thousands +of fan letters that arrive daily. These days, Sam travels +more and more but wherever she goes in the world, she always +says she's glad to get back to her Mum's cooking. Her +favourite meal is something plain and simple like steak and +kidney pudding. Her hobbies are simple too; swimming, +watching football and resting when she gets the opportunity. + She does have a taste for the night life, however. She +can often be spotted at Stringfellows, dancing with other +celebrities. She also enjoys eating out with her friends (old +school mate rather than other models who, she complains, only +tend to talk about work). One of her current fads is for +Malaysian restaurant which she is keeping to herself. When +she's not at home, Sam eats out a lot, she doesn't enjoy +cooking, she finds it boring . . . + + Sam likes to keep her private life quiet, but the press +soon latched onto her fondness for millionaire Peter Foster. +Sam and Peter recently went away together on what the papers +dubbed `a secret African love safari'. It was no secret for +long, however. Despite travelling 5,000 miles to Kenya, then +taking a private plane to a jungle hideaway, photographers +still found them. Sam told them that the main reason for the +holiday was to relax after the pressure of work commitments. +Whether she was able to relax with all the press attention, +we may never know, but one thing is for certainly did jolt +her. On her return she was involved in a four-car pile-up +when the brakes failed on her father's car. She was shaken +but unhurt. + Of course, Sam may well have known that it would happen +all along. She is a keen follower of astrology, and says that +she never leaves the house without first reading her stars. +Her sign is Aries, which makes her an honest, plain-speaker +who can get away with murder, and also very passionate! + But it doesn't take an astrologer to see that Samantha +Fox is going to be around for some time. A happy combination +of good looks, talent and careful management will assure Sam +of a long career with fans all over the world. At only 23, +Sam still has big things in front of her . . . + + +Samantha Fox - The Life Story + +Compiled and edited by: + Raistlin Majere, Archmage of the Black Robes + +(Samantha Fox's greatest fan! and therefore this is dedicated +as a tribute to her). + +"The best is yet to come..." + +(C) 18/09/1990 Warlock Enterprises Ltd. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sayno.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sayno.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..158a21fd --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sayno.txt @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +Complements of NAC-Jack BBS and USENET + + + 101 EASY WAYS TO SAY NO +I'd love to, but... + 1 I have to floss my cat. + 2 I've dedicated my life to linguini. + 3 I want to spend more time with my blender. + 4 the President said he might drop in. + 5 the man on television told me to say tuned. + 6 I've been scheduled for a karma transplant. + 7 I'm staying home to work on my cottage cheese sculpture. + 8 it's my parakeet's bowling night. + 9 it wouldn't be fair to the other Beautiful People. + 10 I'm building a pig from a kit. + 11 I did my own thing and now I've got to undo it. + 12 I'm enrolled in aerobic scream therapy. + 13 there's a disturbance in the Force. + 14 I'm doing door-to-door collecting for static cling. + 15 I have to go to the post office to see if I'm still wanted. + 16 I'm teaching my ferret to yodel. + 17 I have to check the freshness dates on my dairy products. + 18 I'm going through cherry cheesecake withdrawl. + 19 I'm planning to go downtown to try on gloves. + 20 my crayons all melted together. + 21 I'm trying to see how long I can go without saying yes. + 22 I'm in training to be a household pest. + 23 I'm getting my overalls overhauled. + 24 my patent is pending. + 25 I'm attending the opening of my garage door. + 26 I'm sandblasting my oven. + 27 I'm worried about my vertical hold. + 28 I'm going down to the bakery to watch the buns rise. + 29 I'm being deported. + 30 the grunion are running. + 31 I'll be looking for a parking space. + 32 my Millard Filmore Fan Club meets then. + 33 the monsters haven't turned blue yet, and I have to eat more dots. + 34 I'm taking punk totem pole carving. + 35 I have to fluff my shower cap. + 36 I'm converting my calendar watch from Julian to Gregorian. + 37 I've come down with a really horrible case of something or other. + 38 I made an appointment with a cuticle specialist. + 39 my plot to take over the world is thickening. + 40 I have to fulfill my potential. + 41 I don't want to leave my comfort zone. + 42 it's too close to the turn of the century. + 43 I have some real hard words to look up in the dictionary. + 44 my subconscious says no. + 45 I'm giving nuisance lessons at a convenience store. + 46 I left my body in my other clothes. + 47 the last time I went, I never came back. + 48 I've got a Friends of Rutabaga meeting. + 49 I have to answer all of my "occupant" letters. + 50 none of my socks match. + 51 I have to be on the next train to Bermuda. + 52 I'm having all my plants neutered. + 53 people are blaming me for the Spanish-American War. + 54 I changed the lock on my door and now I can't get out. + 55 I'm making a home movie called "The Thing That Grew in My + Refrigerator." + 56 I'm attending a perfume convention as guest sniffer. + 57 my yucca plant is feeling yucky. + 58 I'm touring China with a wok band. + 59 my chocolate-appreciation class meets that night. + 60 I never go out on days that end in "Y." + 61 my mother would never let me hear the end of it. + 62 I'm running off to Yugoslavia with a foreign-exchange student named + Basil Metabolism. + 63 I just picked up a book called "Glue in Many Lands" and I can't put + it down. + 64 I'm too old/young for that stuff. + 65 I have to wash/condition/perm/curl/tease/torment my hair. + 66 I have too much guilt. + 67 there are important world issues that need worrying about. + 68 I have to draw "Cubby" for an art scholarship. + 69 I'm uncomfortable when I'm alone or with others. + 70 I promised to help a friend fold road maps. + 71 I feel a song coming on. + 72 I'm trying to be less popular. + 73 my bathroom tiles need grouting. + 74 I have to bleach my hare. + 75 I'm waiting to see if I'm already a winner. + 76 I'm writing a love letter to Richard Simmons. + 77 you know how we psychos are. + 78 my favorite commercial is on TV. + 79 I have to study for a blood test. + 80 I'm going to be old someday. + 81 I've been traded to Cincinnati. + 82 I'm observing National Apathy Week. + 83 I have to rotate my crops. + 84 my uncle escaped again. + 85 I'm up to my elbows in waxy buildup. + 86 I have to knit some dust bunnies for a charity bazaar. + 87 I'm having my baby shoes bronzed. + 88 I have to go to court for kitty littering. + 89 I'm going to count the bristles in my toothbrush. + 90 I have to thaw some karate chops for dinner. + 91 having fun gives me prickly heat. + 92 I'm going to the Missing Persons Bureau to see if anyone is looking + for me. + 93 I have to jog my memory. + 94 my palm reader advised against it. + 95 my Dress For Obscurity class meets then. + 96 I have to stay home and see if I snore. + 97 I prefer to remain an enigma. + 98 I think you want the OTHER [your name] . + 99 I have to sit up with a sick ant. + 100 I'm trying to cut down. + 101 ... well, maybe. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/seduce.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/seduce.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..03858b21 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/seduce.hum @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +The Hotel California [312] 234-6237 + +._____________________________________________________________________________. +: : +: Three Places to Easily Seduce Your Girlfriend or any Female! : +: : +: by : +: Sylex Sirius : +: Tha Apple Axis 1/6/85 : +:_____________________________________________________________________________: + + Have you ever been so CLOSE to fucking this girl, but at the last second +it's broken up? or are you the type who never got a chance? Well read on and +find out the easiest ways! + + + One of the best ways is at parties! Because the girl will probably be +drinking and have your work is done right there! just get her to drinks a few +more brews say 7 or 8 [So it will REALLY work] Then lead her off into some +secluded space mom's bedroom, sisters bedroom, the hosts bedroom, or even a +closet or a bathroom, so she won't feel awkard or that she is being wathced. +This will help because most girls WANT to be fucked, but don't want others to +know it! Now that your in place, start with the forplay, don't rush right in +with you cock erect, saying 'Blowjob blowjob!' and then drop your pants! Just +kiss her, then let it go to the neck, and work your way down to unbuttoning her +pants, if you make her feel hot, she won't even notice if you do it right! Now +slowly slip your hands up her shirt [if it's a pull over that's better] and +bring your arms up to her shoulders [don't mess with the tits yet, later, +you'll get your chance] and sorta' pop her short ove her head, now her pants +are on the floor and she has no short. embrace her, and casualy undo the bra, +feel up her ass a little too. Everything almost complete, and now we go for +the grand prize, slip your hand down her undies and push it away while +fingering her. Push her over unto the bed/ground whatever, if you don't know +what to do from here, you shouldn't be reading this phile! hint, while doing +this kiss her ALL the time, nowmatter where, stomach, neck, arm, tits, mouth +anywhere to keep her occupied. + + On those hot sunny days invite her over for a swim, if you don't have a pool +get invited to her house, if both of you don't have a pool use the bathtub now +get her in [forget to invite others] the pool and swim around, chase her a +little bit *accidently* touching her in places. One of these times accidently +[G-D forbid] undo her bathing suite, she might or might not notice. If she +does notice say "hay!! i didn't know you wanted to go skinny dipping!!" and +throw your bathing suite out of the pool, it's 50/50 chance she will too. If +she doesn't just swim up to her and start to employ the same tactics as +previous paraghraph. If she's that kind of girl, just swim around for a while, +not letting her see you've had a boner for the past hour! Then start chasing +her again, when you catch her, kiss her in the back of the neck, then ram your +member right up her ass! The rest is history, just clean up the floating sperm +afterwards! + + The most common place to try and have sex is the -=*>MOVIES<*=- yes we've all +tried it there and know to sit in the back, there is always concern before hand +what movie? When should i Approach? she i try to go all the way? [as far as +you can!] First, go to either a scary movie, or a real stupid one, because if +she likes it, she'll want to watch it [hopefully she's not the blood lover +kind!] Now to make it a successful evening splurge! buy her anything, popcorn, +soda, candy, birth control. whatever! then when she is hugging you or +whatever, [even girls at movies try just a LITTLE funny stuff] take advantage +of it....and slowing repeat the fir st process, hopefully she will be popped +before she even realizes what is happening! + +._____________________________________________________________________________. +: I wrtoe this for all the virgins out there....Good luck [iN ¾our not a virg.: +: who cares?] Read 'Tits for Free' it's really good sex guide! by Hmmmm... : +: I forgot...... Later..... : +:_____________________________________________________________________________: + ________________________________________________________________________: + +Done! Press (Return) to continue : + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.2 b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.2 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..214d3920 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.2 @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny +Subject: More Seminars for Women + + In response to the seminar offerings by the female staff, + the male staff has created a set of courses for females of + all marital status. The following courses will be offered: + + General Education: + GE101: Why the Toilet Seat Has Hinges + GE102: Checkbook Balancing (formerly "Remedial Third Grade Arithmetic") + GE103: How to Drive a Nail Without Breaking One + GE104: How to Parallel Park + GE105: Why Going to the Bathroom is Not a Group Activity + GE106: Road Maps and Other Crutches for Spineless Wimps + GE107: Why a Bad Sports Telecast is Better Than a Good Soap Opera + + Home Economics: + HE101a: Over-Laundering - Why Clothing Wears Out Prematurely + HE101b: Over-Vacuuming - Why Carpets Wear Out Prematurely + HE101c: Over-Dusting - Why Furniture Wears Out Prematurely + HE101d: Over-Washing - Why Dishes Wear Out Prematurely + HE102: How to Avoid Spending Money You Don't Have (formerly "How + to Cut Credit Cards in Half") + HE103: Overcoming "The Imelda Syndrome" (formerly called "How + Many Feet Do You Have, Anyway?") + + Interpersonal Relationships: + IR101: How to Say "No" With Kindness and Appreciation + IR102: Why Men Enjoy Grocery Shopping About As Much As Women Enjoy + Watching Roller Derby + IR103: Submission - a Biblical Perspective (prereq: SE101a or b) + IR104: Marriage - The Number One Cause of Divorce + IR105: Preposterous Mood Swings (PMS) (formerly "Keeping Your + Personal Problems from Ruining Everyone Else's Life Too") + IR106: Understanding Men's Revulsion to Tampon Commercials + (formerly called "We Know What That Little 'Plastic Applicator' + is REALLY For!") + + Sex Education: + SE101a: How to Say "Yes" + SE101b: How to Say "No" But Mean "Yes" + SE102: Sex - It's Not Just for Breakfast Anymore + SE103: Who Belongs on Top and Why + SE104: Lingerie - The Gift that Keeps On Giving + SE105: Sexual Alternatives for "That Time of the Month" + (formerly titled "Any Old Port in a Storm") + SE106: Foreplay (not a required course, for extra credit only) + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.3 b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.3 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cdbbebeb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.3 @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +Subject: And MORE Seminars for Women +From: MTABBOTT@amherst.edu (Brown-Eyed Squirrel) + +Yes, now women too can enjoy special "just for her" seminars taught by our +all-male faculty. + +SEMINARS FOR WOMEN + +1. "Are you ready to leave?" -- Definition of the word "yes" +2. Appropriate rhetorical questions (Formerly "Honey, do I look fat?") +3. Elementary Map Reading +4. Crying and law enforcement +5. Advanced Math Seminar -- Program your VCR +6. You can go shopping for less then 4 hours +7. Gaining five pounds v. the end of the world: a study in contrast +8. The Seven-Outfit Week +9. PMS -- It's YOUR Problem, Not Mine (was: It's Happened Monthly + Since Puberty -- Deal With It) +10. Driving I: Getting past automatic transmission +11. Driving II: The meaning of blinking red lights +12. Driving III: Approximating a constant speed +13. Driving IV: Makeup and Driving--It's As Simple As Oil and Water +14. The Super Bowl: Not a Game--A Sacrament +15. Telephone Translations (was: "Me too" equals "I Love You") +16. How to Earn Your Own Money +17. Giftgiving Fundamentals (was: Fabric Bad, Electronics Good) +18. Putting the Seat Down By Yourself: Potential Energy is on Your Side +19. Know When to Say When: The Limits of Makeup +20. Beyond "Clean and Dirty": The Nuances of Wearable Laundry +21. We forget birthdays, you forget sports stats: LET'S LET IT DROP +22. MYOB: Proper response to other couple's public arguments +23. Yes, You Can Buy Condoms (was: WE learned to deal with the embarrassment) +24. Joys of the Remote Control: Reaping the Benefits of 50+ Channels +25. What Goes Around Comes Around--Why His Credit Card is Not a Toy +26. The Penis: His Best Friend Can Be Yours +27. His Poker Games: Deal Yourself Out +28. Committment Schmittment (was: Wedlock Schmedlock) +29. "To Honor and Obey:" Remembering the small print above "I Do" +30. Why Your Mother Is Unwelcome In The House +31. Your Mate: Selfish Bastard, or Victimized Sensitive Man-child Healing his + Father Wound by Expressing the Latent Wild Man Within? + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.wom b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.wom new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5fb7cf10 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/seminars.wom @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +SEMINARS FOR MEN: + +1. Combatting Stupidity +2. You Can Do Housework Too +3. PMS - Learning When to Keep Your Mouth Shut +4. How to Fill an Ice Tray +5. We do not Want Sleazy Underthings for Christmas. GIVE US MONEY. +6. Understanding the Female Response to your Coming in Drunk at 3am +7. Wonderful Laundry Techniques (formerly called "Don't Wash my Silks") +8. Parenting - No, it Doesn't End with Conception. +9. How not to Act like an Ass, When you are Obviously Wrong +10. Get a Life - Learn to Cook. +11. Spelling - Even you can get it right +12. You - The Weaker Sex +13. Reasons to give Flowers +14. How to stay awake after sex +15. Why it is Unacceptable to relieve yourself anywhere but the Washroom +16. Garbage - Getting it to the Curb. +17. #101 - You Can Fall Asleep With Out It - If You Really Try + #102 - The Morning Dilemma - If It's Awake, Take a Shower +18. I'll Wear it if I Damn Well Please +19. How to put the toilet lid down (formerly called "No, It's Not A Bidet") +20. Give me a Break - Why we know your excuses are B.S. +21. The Weekend and Sports are not Synonymous +22. How to Go Shopping with your Mate without Getting Lost +23. The Remote Control - Overcoming your Dependency +24. Romanticism - Other Ideas Besides Sex +25. Helpful Posture Hints for Couch Potatoes +26. Changing your Underwear - It Really Works +27. How Not To Act Younger Than Your Children +28. You Too Can Be a Designated Driver +29. Male Bonding - Leaving your Friends at Home +30. Fluffing the Blankets after Releasing Gas is NOT Necessary +31. The Attainable Goal - Omitting ]@#$&$ From Your Vocabulary +32. Honest, You Don't Look Like Mel Gibson - Especially When Naked + + + +SEMINARS FOR WOMEN + +1. Combatting the Impulse to Nag +2. You Can Change the Oil Too +3. PMS - Learning to Sleep Over at Mother's +4. How to Fill a Beer Mug +5. We do not want Stationary for Christmas - PUT ON SLEAZY UNDERTHINGS +6. Understanding the Female Cause of Male Drunkenness +7. How to Do All Your Laundry in One Load and Have More Time to Watch Football +8. Parenting - Your Husband Gave You Children so You Could Have Someone + Other Than Him to Boss Around +9. How Not to Sob Like a Sponge When Your Husband is Right +10. Get a Life - Learn to Kill Spiders Yourself +11. Balancing a Checkbook - Even You Can Get it Right +12. You, the Whining Sex +13. Reasons to Give _ _ _ _ _ _ _ S +14. How to Stay Awake During Sex +15. Why it is Unacceptable to Talk About Placentas During Breakfast +16. Shopping - Doing it in Less Than 16 Hours +17. #101 You Can Use a Bed for More Than Just Sleep + #102 It's OK to Do It Outside of the Bedroom +18. If You Want to Know How That Looks On You, Ask Your Mother +19. How to Close the Garage Door +20. If You Don't Want an Excuse, Don't Demand an Explanation +21. Payday and Shopping Are Not Synonymous +22. How to Go Fishing With Your Mate and Not Catch Pneumonia +23. Living Without Power Windows - How to Turn a Crank +24. Romanticism - The Whole Point of Caviar, Candles, and Conversation +25. How to Stay Alive While Your Husband is Relaxing +26. Putting On Something Sexy - Why it Won't Ruin Your Brain +27. How to Act Younger Than Your Mother +28. You Too Can Carry a Backpack +29. Female Friendship - Why Your Best Friends Are Not the Women Who + Complain About You the Most +30. Apologizing for Farting When You're On the Toilet is NOT Necessary +31. The Attainable Goal - Catching a Ball Before It Stops Moving +32. Honest, My Eyes Are Closed Because of the Passion I Feel + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sex-cars.faq b/textfiles.com/sex/sex-cars.faq new file mode 100644 index 00000000..36b965a9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sex-cars.faq @@ -0,0 +1,191 @@ +-=-=-=-=-- + +Dekhyr Dragon's Guide to Sex with Cars (for males) +-------------------------------------------------- + +Howdy. Read this entire document before trying any of the steps. + + 'Having sex with a car'. The phrase is sometimes misunderstood to +mean sex in a car, and sometimes is greeted with skepticism. How can you +have sex with a car? The short answer is, up the tailpipe. + + The long answer is much more involved, including techniques, +precautions and cautions all designed to get you maximum satisfaction from +screwing a car. Our first subject will be the tailpipe. + + The tailpipe of the car is, of course, where the exhaust comes out. +So in this sense, the tailpipe is an anus. + + First we will deal with some cautions you should know about. + + In most cars, the edge of the tailpipe is sharp. You should +therefore exercise caution when doing anything with the tailpipe. + + If the engine has been on for a long (or even a relatively short) +period of time, the tailpipe will be hot. Do not do anything with the +tailpipe hot. Wait until the tailpipe has cooled off. The tailpipe will +cool off faster than the engine, so you don't have long to wait. I call +screwing the car while the tailpipe is hot, "fucking the car hot". Never fuck a car hot. I did, once. Once. + + The exhaust from a car contains poisonous gases. One of these, +carbon monoxide, is a slow killer. Carbon monoxide takes a long time to +be flushed out of the body, so it can build up to toxic levels without +your knowing it. + + Never do anything with the tailpipe while the engine is on! + + Now, the first thing you should note is that the inside of the +tailpipe is usually coated with soot. This is the usual particulate debris +of combustion. Before having sex with the car, clean the inside of the +tailpipe with soap and warm water, as far as you can go. Keep in mind +the possibly sharp edge of the tailpipe. + + Now that the tailpipe is clean, you are ready to pleasure and be +pleasured by the car. + + You can do this two ways. One way doesn't require any equipment. +The other way (which is much more rewarding) does. + + The first way is to fuck the car 'raw'. This does NOT mean stuffing +your cock into the tailpipe and thrusting. This would hurt (remember the +sharp edges?) and be no fun anyway, since the tailpipe doesn't flex. + + What you should do is get behind the car and start jerking off. +When you are about to come, carefully put your cock into the tailpipe of +the car, and then come. But, in the heat of passion, you must still +remember the sharp edge. Even putting just the head into the tailpipe is +good enough. Just make VERY sure that you don't hurt yourself. + + Now, this assumes that you can get your cock into the tailpipe +in the first place. Some tailpipes are too small, and then, well, you're +out of luck. Find someone who has a car with a bigger tailpipe. + + The best way to have sex with a car, however, is not raw. You +need the following equipment: + +1 Dekhyr Dragon Industries (Teledildonics Division) Sexual Interface Unit. + + If you don't have one, you can get one through me (Dekhyr, +xdraco@panix.com) or you can attempt to build one yourself. The SIU is +essentially a tube made of foam rubber, rolled such that the inner diameter +is slightly smaller than the diameter of your erect penis. When lubricated, +it acts as a sexual interface to whatever you attach it to. In this case, +it is inserted into the tailpipe of the car you want to have sex with. + + To build one, you will need black electrical tape, a 'Koozie', +a can of soda, and a hefty pair of scissors. A 'Koozie' is a foam rubber +dingumbob in which you put a soda. It keeps the soda cold and your hand +warm. Being a 'give-away' item, you usually can't find it anywhere. I've +had reports of finding them in liquor stores. I've actually found a good +deal of them at a local discount-type store. + + There are two kinds, thick walled and thin walled. I've only been +able to find the thick kind; the thin kind I've only been able to get +through an advertising company. The thin kind is particularly good with +tailpipes not much bigger than your cock. + + Here is what you need to do: + +1. Measure the circumference of your erect penis. This is most easily done + by wrapping a string around your cock (around the shaft, not the head). + +2. Take the bottom of the Koozie out. You should be left with a tube. + +3. Cut the wall of the tube from top to bottom so that you are left with + a slab of foam rubber which refuses to stay straight. + + /------------\ + \------------/ + | | | + | | | + | | | + | cut^ | + | | | + | | | + \------------/ + +4. Now, carefully cut away material parallel to the first cut until you + can put the ends together making a smaller tube, and such that the inner + circumference of the tube is slightly smaller (say, by 1/2" or so) than + the circumference of your shaft. + +5. Take a piece of electrical tape. Hold the ends of the tube flush. + Place the tape on the cut on the outside to secure the tube in the + middle. Now repeat with more tape until the cut is secure. Wrap tape + around the whole thing. + +6. Drink the soda. With the scissors, CAREFULLY cut off the top and bottom + of the aluminum can. CAREFULLY cut a strip of aluminum lengthwise from + the can, about 3/4" to 1" wide. + +7. Coat the strip with electrical tape. This is to prevent the edges from + cutting. + +8. Attach the strip to the tube at one end: + + attach here only + | + V ============ <- strip (curled upward a bit) + ====== + ---------------------------- + ^ \ + / \ | + | | | + | | | + | | | + \ / | + V / + ---------------------------- + +9. 'Test drive' it! Lube it up with KY (try not to use oil-based + lubricant; you may want to use it with more than one person, and then + you'll be using a condom). + + Now, stuff the SIU up the tailpipe and lube well. + + You now have several options for fucking your car. One major one +is from behind. If the car is automatic shift, then put the car in Park +and remove the emergency brake. This will enable the car to rock back and +forth to your thrusts. If the car is manual transmission, chock the wheels +well, remove the emergency brake, and put the car into gear -- the higher +the gear, the more play the car has. This will also enable the car to +rock. Kneel behind the car. Now thrust in. + + You may not have any trouble with heavier manual transaxled cars, +since you may not have to chock the wheels -- the weight of the car will +prevent the engine from 'topping out' and moving the car away. Lighter +manual transaxled cars are more likely to be topped out by your thrusts, +so chocking is necessary. In general, the lower the gear, the less +play, but the more difficult it is to top the engine out. + + Another major method is to lie down under the car, your upper body +under the car, and thrust into the car. It is difficult, though, to make +the car rock unless you push on the closest rear tire. + + I've also had some success leaning on my side and fucking the car +sideways. + + More than one person can fuck a car if it has more than one +tailpipe on opposite sides of the car. This will also make the car rock +faster and harder since the energy of two people will add. + + NEVER fuck a car with the engine on. Firstly, you will be breathing +hard, and that means you can poison yourself faster. Secondly, the car +will either stall (because there's something blocking the tailpipe, heh) +-- causing damage to the engine -- or will force the exhaust out. And +you have an idea where the exhaust will go, I trust. Ouch! Fatality City! + + If you do not use a condom and you come inside the car, ten or +fifteen minutes of driving will kill off anything inside. So you do not +have to worry about STDs from that. What you will have to worry about, +though, is the SIU itself. It is not being sterilized. Therefore, if you +use an SIU you think is going to be used by someone else, use a condom, +and use KY jelly or some other water-based lubricant. Remember -- oil +rots condoms, and so will an oil-based lubricant. + + Enjoy your cars! + +--Dekhyr Dragon +(xdraco@panix.com) + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sex.for b/textfiles.com/sex/sex.for new file mode 100644 index 00000000..03780a9f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sex.for @@ -0,0 +1,246 @@ + + This form is copyright 1992 by Nicholas C. Weaver +(nweaver@ocf.berkeley.edu). It may be distributed in any +media as long as it remains completely intact and unchanged, +and this and the following notices are included. + + Send bug reports and additional suggestions for +additional parts to nweaver@ocf.berkeley.edu. The latest +copy can be obtained by fingering nweaver.consent@ocf.berkeley.edu + + Notice: This form is not a legal document, but is +intended for recreational humor only. There are no +guarantees associated with this what-so-ever. + + This was created in a fit of boredom, when there is a +paper that I should have been writing. + + Form# + 314159 + Version 1.0.2 + Sexual Consent Form for two individuals + + Whereas _________________, hereafter known as the first +party, and ______________, hereafter known as the second +party, being of consenting age and sound mind, hereby +consent to the following sexual acts, under the conditions +and limitations listed below within the time period between +_______ and _______ For more then two parties, see form +271828, a multi-party version of this form. + +Part 1: Sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy +prevention. + This form assumes that both parties are in good health +and free of known sexually transmitted diseases. If either +party consents to any sexual acts while knowingly carrying a +STD, that party agrees to any costs incurred as a result of +transmission of that STD, and to furthermore pay punitive +damages amounting to $_____. + Furthermore, each party agrees to acquire and properly +use the following methods of contraception and agrees to be +liable for failure of these contraceptive devices (check the +appropriate forms of contraception) + + The first party agrees to obtain and use these forms of +contraception: +__ Condom ( __ with spermicidal lubricant) +__ Female condom (experimental. No liability is assumed for +pregnancy or STD transmission if this device fails). +__ Intrauterine device +__ Cervical Cap (__ with spermicide) +__ Diaphram ( __ with spermicide) +__ Birth control pill (Specify type:________) +__ Contraceptive sponge ( __ with spermicidal lubricant) +__ Spermicidal jelly or foam +__ Surgical sterilization ( __ Vasectomy __ Tubal ligation) +__ Norplant +__ RU 486 (Not legally available in the United States. Only +for use where legal) + + The second party agrees to obtain and use these forms of +contraception: +__ Condom ( __ with spermicidal lubricant) +__ Female condom (experimental. No liability is assumed for +pregnancy or STD transmission if this device fails). +__ Intrauterine device +__ Cervical Cap (__ with spermicide) +__ Diaphram ( __ with spermicide) +__ Birth control pill (Specify type:________) +__ Contraceptive sponge ( __ with spermicidal lubricant) +__ Spermicidal jelly or foam +__ Surgical sterilization ( __ Vasectomy __ Tubal ligation) +__ Norplant +__ RU 486 (Not legally available in the United States. Only +for use where legal) + +Part 2: Pregnancy clause + If both the party of the first part and the party of the +second part agree that pregnancy is a goal of the sexual +acts they wish to engage in, check here: __. If pregnancy +is anatomically impossible, check here: __. If either of +the previous two conditions don't apply, the following +clause applies. + + In case of unwanted pregnancy, the parties agree to the +following actions: (Check all that apply) +__ Marriage +__ Abortion. Paid for by ____________ +__ Adoption +__ DNA testing of fetus and both parties to insure that both +parties are the parents. Paid for by ____________ +__ Single parentood by the following party:_________. In +this case, both parties are still financially responsible +for the offspring. +__ Single parenthood by the following party:________. This +party assumes sole fiscal responsibility. + +Part 3: Consent of the first party. + The first party consents to the following sexual acts: +(Check all that the first party consents to. Any contact in +the form of XXX-XXX, the first part refers to the consenting +party, and the second part refers to the other party) +Although the first party consents to allow the following, +this is no way implies that any of the following acts will +be carried out. +__ Fully clothed bodily contact +__ Partially clothed bodily contact +__ Nude bodily contact +__ Hand-torso contact +__ Torso-hand contact +__ Hand-genital contact +__ Genital-hand contact +__ Hand-anal contact +__ Anal-hand contact +__ Oral-oral contact +__ Oral-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-torso contact +__ Oral-torso contact involving the tongue +__ Torso-oral contact +__ Torso-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-genital contact +__ Oral-genital contact involving the tongue +__ genital-oral contact +__ genital-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-anal contact +__ Oral-anal contact involving the tongue +__ Anal-oral contact +__ Anal-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Masturbation in the presence of the other party +__ Sexual intercourse in the missionary position, on top. +__ Sexual intercourse in the missionary position, on the +bottom. +__ Sexual intercourse "doggy style" +__ Sexual intercourse in other positions: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Anal intercourse. +__ Physically binding the other party. +__ Being physically bound by the other party. +__ Using the following devices on the other party: (The +party assumes all liability for malfunction or misuse of +these devices) +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Having the following devices used upon the party by the +other party: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Other: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +Part 4: Consent of the second party. + The second party consents to the following sexual acts: +(Check all that the second party consents to. Any contact +in the form of XXX-XXX, the first part refers to the +consenting party, and the second part refers to the other +party). Although the second party consents to allow the +following, this is no way implies that any of the following +acts will be carried out. +__ Fully clothed bodily contact +__ Partially clothed bodily contact +__ Nude bodily contact +__ Hand-torso contact +__ Torso-hand contact +__ Hand-genital contact +__ Genital-hand contact +__ Hand-anal contact +__ Oral-oral contact +__ Oral-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-torso contact +__ Oral-torso contact involving the tongue +__ Torso-oral contact +__ Torso-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-genital contact +__ Oral-genital contact involving the tongue +__ genital-oral contact +__ genital-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Oral-anal contact +__ Oral-anal contact involving the tongue +__ Anal-oral contact +__ Anal-oral contact involving the tongue +__ Masturbation in the view of the other party +__ Sexual intercourse in the missionary position, on top. +__ Sexual intercourse in the missionary position, on the +bottom. +__ Sexual intercourse "doggy style" +__ Sexual intercourse in other positions: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Anal intercourse. +__ Physically binding the other party. +__ Being physically bound by the other party. +__ Using the following devices on the other party: (The +party assumes all liability for malfunction or misuse of +these devices) +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Having the following devices used upon the party by the +other party: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +__ Other: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ + +Part 5: Termination of consent. + Either party can nullify their consent to any specific +act by saying "_______" to the other party, or otherwise +indicating refusal to consent. Either party can also +terminate all consent to sexual activities by saying +"______" to the other party, or by indicating in the +following manner that consent is no longer given: +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________ +Part 6: Non-disclosure + __ Check here if both parties agree to the following. If +both parties don't agree, then both parties are free to +disclose all that occurs. + Both parties agree to only disclose the following +information concerning their sexual activities to others. +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +____________________________________________________________ +Any party who violates this section is liable for $___ in +punitive damages for each violation of this section. + +Signed: +First party: _______________ Second party: _____________ +Date: __________ Date: _________ +Witnessed by: _______________ +Date: _________ +-- + Nicholas C. Weaver +nweaver@ocf.berkeley.edu nweaver@soda.berkeley.edu +It is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, .signifying nothing. + Everything I have learned has been by hearsay + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sex_and.cal b/textfiles.com/sex/sex_and.cal new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1021cdec --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sex_and.cal @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +From: knoglst@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (The Wanderer) +Subject: Re: Wanted: Dieter's Guide to weight loss during sex + + ====================== + THE DIETER'S GUIDE TO + WEIGHT LOSS DURING SEX + ====================== + + ---------------------------------------------------------------- + ACTIVITY CALORIES BURNED ACTIVITY CALORIES BURNED + ---------------------------------------------------------------- + + REMOVING CLOTHES: ORGASMIC INTENSITY SCALE: + With partner's consent.....12 Shoes flew off...............35 + Without partner's consent.187 Expression didn't change....1/2 + Orchestra swelled.............6 + UNHOOKING BRA: Birds sang + Using two calm hands........7 Large birds..................7 + Using one trembling hand...36 Small birds..................3 + Earth moved..................30 + + Lifting partner............15 PULLING OUT: + Dragging partner on floor..16 After orgasm................1/2 + Using skateboard............3 A few moments before orgasm.500 + + ACHIEVING ERECTIONS: PENIS ENVY: + For normal healthy man....2.5 For woman.....................3 + Losing erection............14 For men......................72 + Searching for it..........115 + GUILT: + PUTTING ON CONDOM: Despite no formal training, + With erection.............1.5 orgasm comes easily..........53 + Without erection..........300 You're enjoying sex,despite the + fact that other people are + INSERTING DIAPHRAGM: starving......................2 + If the woman who does it is Sex on your lunch hour........3 + Experienced.................6 Putting it on expense account.. + Inexperienced..............73 20 + If a man does it..........680 AGGRAVATION: + Add (5) calories for retrieving Partner keeps showing plants..5 + it from across the room. Partner insists on cuddling the + dog during foreplay..........14 + + ACCORDING TO NATIONALITY: Partner visiting bathroom for + Italian- Man on top,woman in 7th time.....................10 + kitchen....................26 Partner taking phone calls....7 + Russian- Woman on bottom, Partner making phone calls...40 + Man getting permission.....55 + American- Both on top......60 GETTING CAUGHT: + By partner's spouse..........60 + SIDE EFFECTS INTERCOURSE: By your spouse..............100 + Bouncing....................7 Trying to explain............55 + Sliding around..............9 Trying to remain calm.......100 + Serious skidding...........12 Leaping out of bed...........75 + Whiplash...................27 Getting dressed in one motion + 500 + Thanking partner quickly......2 + ORGASM: + Real.......................27 + Faked.....................160 + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexcolor.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexcolor.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..42d29c84 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexcolor.txt @@ -0,0 +1,95 @@ + Your Favorite Color is the + Key to Your Sexual Life + + The cloths you wear, your home furnishings and the car you drive all +give clues to your sexual personality. The key is the colors you select for +your possessions. Most people claim they haven't a favorite color. But look +around you, and you'll notice a pattern, especially in your clothing and home +decor. The predominant color for you is the one that appears most frequently +-- it's the one that mirrors the sexual you. A panel of psychologists, +speaking at the 1975 Home Interior Design Forum, explained the association +between color and sexual patterns. + + + RED: People who like red tend to be tigers in the sack. They are +easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark +is ignited, it may take hours to extinguish. When two reds get together, the +ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterly blush. Lovers of red tend to be +aggressors and weaker colors should be aware. + + YELLOW: If you tend to favor yellow, your sexual drives are complex +and turn toward the adaptable. The favorite color of homosexuals is yellow. +But don't panic -- not everyone who wears yellow is queer. In most cases the +person will consent to the stronger partner's desires in a passive manner. +You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an +invitation from somebody you enjoy or admire. + + PINK: Persons who like pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual +matters: women tend to tease, to promise more than they intend to deliver. In +some cases they flaunt their femininity -- but because they secretly hate +men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire wardrobes in pink. Men +who like pink are the philanderers and flirts. They are the type who will +make three dates for the same evening and not keep one, preferring to pick up +a dish in some bar instead. Women whose husbands like pink should keep a +secret nest egg. + + PURPLE: Lovers of purple frequently consider themselves to be too +sophisticated for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who +hate to mess their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to love- +making. In both sexes purple partners are more concerned with their +fulfillment than anyone else's gratification. + + BLACK: Black color preferences point to black sex (not necessarily +meaning black partners). These people are the misfits of the sex world and +seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are +usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often +perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police +psychiatrists claim that sex offenders prefer the color black. And it is no +coincidence that the uniform of mosters and teenage gangs is black attire. + + GREEN: Those who prefer green are fresh and innocent in their +approach to sex. Women who love green will always make love like virgins all +their life. And a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward but in a +charming and endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not +passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity. + + ORANGE: Lovers of the color orange lean toward sexual fantasies. The +sex act is regarded as a dramatic one-act play in which they are the star. +Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings, +meaningless dialogue; they feel it is their image. Orange people often do not +experience orgasm -- but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their +partner's hair, and women leave red welts on the sex partner's back. + + BROWN: If you love brown, you're a real treasure for the right mate. +Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep, sensitive to the needs and desires of +their partners. Sex is a 24 hour a day thing. Where you can't say "I love +you" often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching +snowflakes on their tongue is a turn-on to a lover of brown. They need lots +of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh +word could end the affair. + + GREY: The color grey a preferred by people who are indecisive. They +can't get excited about anything -- including color -- so they choose a +noncommittal shade. Men who prefer grey look at sex as a way of relieving +tension -- but nothing more, nothing less. It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. +Women don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two reasons only: +to accommodate their mate, or to become pregnant. They count the cracks in the +bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. But when teamed with +another color, the grey spouse considers the other's infidelity a blessing. +When a grey marries another grey, the marriage is made in heaven. + + BLUE: Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sinners, +affectionate and sensitive to their partner's needs. They consider love making +a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert +pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. +Women in the blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting +partners but their passion may be compared to a tidal wave rather than firery +aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of lovemaking, +as much as the sex act itself. In marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate +-- never seeking outside interests. + + WHITE: If a person is infatuated with white, sex often seems filthy. +These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make +love in the daylight in unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath +the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. These people still +use pet names for their genitals. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexdrur&.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/sexdrur&.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6e94240e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexdrur&.hum @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +DEGPUG TEXT FILE CO. PRESENTS + + -------------------------------------------- + POINTDEXTER SMALLPECKER'S COMPLETE GUIDE TO: + SEX DRUGS & ROCK AND ROLL + -------------------------------------------- + + +PART I: SEX +=-=-=-=-=-= + + + 1] Sex is the most one of the most beautiful, wholesome things that money can +buy. Why not enjoy it for free. No, you will not grow hair on your palms, or +go blind. Ever see a guy walking down the street with one big strong arm and +one wimpy arm? Well thats a guy who didn't remember to alternate hands. + + 2] But, what if want to enjoy sex with someone besides yourself? Well I have +one little phone # that can satisfy all your wants and desires Yes, call +SEX-O-RAMA at 800-424-9090 and just ask the operator to order you one of their +Deluxe K-Girl's and you to can share the beauty of sex with your girl for the +incredibly low price of $59.95 plus shipping, handling, and applicable sales +tax. Inflates in only 2 minutes and comes complete with full instructions. + + +PART II: DRUGS +=-=-=-=-==-=-= + + 1] Many people find life hard, tiring, depressing, dull, dreary to say the +least. With drugs, this kind of person can live fully again at least until the +drugs wear off. Drugs such as Pot, Coke, Heroin, etc. provide outlets for +many depressed and lonely people. I reccommend you try No-Doz. Yes, I bet +you're thinking, 'why No-Doz? How can it futher enhance my life?' Well the +simple truth is No-Doz works just as well as any other drug, its legal and can +be bought at any 7-Eleven store. + + 2] Many people enjoy smoking pot. Personally, I enjoy Banana Peals. Try +them sometime. You can eat the banana too. + + +PART III: ROCK & ROLL +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + + 1] Many people ask me why I don't like todays music. Well the simple fact is +that this is a falsehood. I listen everyday to many of the groups you young +people consider popular such as Michael Jackson, Menudo, Culture Club, and +Kiss. I keep on the latest trends and I know the latest rock lingo, so I can +dig it you know, like it's far out, like fer sure. Okay so like all you cats +can dig me now since like I've proved myself, like, okay like, read the next +paragraph. + +THIS WAS TOLD TO ME BY A REAL COOL CAT: + + 2] Make sure the next time you have a girl, in your car, that you play the +second side of Led Zeppelin IV. + + +-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= + + +-P.D.S.P. [Point-Dexter Small-Pecker. Small was my mothers maiden name] + + + LOOK FOR PART II COMING OUT SOON: + +POINT DEXTER'S COMPLETE GUIDE TO + CHIPS, DIPS, CHAINS AND WHIPS + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexedprm.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexedprm.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f0c17b5b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexedprm.txt @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +This is for all those "holier than thou" types who feel that sex ed contributes +to sexual activity at an early age. Read on, unbelievers! + + +Reprinted without Permission from the K-W Record, Dec 16, 1993 + + + "Sex Education not linked to promiscuity" + +Sex ed in schools does NOT lead to earlier or increased sexual activity in +young people, according to a World Health Organization (WHO) analysis of 35 +studies conducted in the U.S. and other countries. + +"The belief that sex and AIDS education may encourage sexual activity in young +people is a powerful barrier to the introduction of HIV prevention programs for +youth," said Michael Merson, Exec Director of the WHO Global Program in AIDS, +referring to the human immunodeficiency virus, which causes AIDS. "Yet all the +evidence we have looked at suggests that the opposite is true." + +Of the 35 studies reviewed by WHO, 16 indicated that sex ed led to a DELAY in +starting sexual activity; in those who were already sexually active, there was +a decrease in sexual activity or increased use of safer sex practices. +Seventeen other studies showed that sex ed was linked to neither an increase or +a decrease in levels of sex activity. + +The WHO survey also found that programs promoting both postponement of sex and +protected sex were more effective than programs that taught the value of +abstinence alone. + +End of article. + + +Hmmmm, well zealots, what say ye to this? Certainly abstinence alone is not +enough because the reality is that people are just plain having sex and a +younger age without knowing all the facts! SOLUTION: Get condom machines into +the damn highschools so that the adolescents who ARE active can have access to +them without feeling embarrassed and then using NO protection whatsover. Think +of how many unwanted teen pregnancies MIGHT have been prevented had the +Ministries of Education taken a proactive stance on this issue! + +Jason Sack + +P.S. I hate my own university's hypocritical views on this issue -we have +hundreds of $$$ spent on "awareness" seminars by the Students' Council, the +University Admin and the Residence Admins, but the only condoms available +on-campus for purchase are in the 2 campus pubs and they are those cheap, thin +condoms with names like "Arouse" and other two-bit bargain basement 'domes. If +the UNIVERSITY was serious about this issue and preventing STD's and AIDS, and +unwanted pregnancy, they would insist on having condoms which are of a better +reputation available on-campus like SHIELDS, SHEIKS, TROJANS and other +reputable brands, not this cheap crap! Hyprocites, I say! diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexhar.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexhar.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..e0b877c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexhar.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ + SEXUAL HARASSMENT CONSENT FORM + +NAME: ........................ SOCIAL SECURITY NO.:................... +ADDRESS: ..................... CITY: ................................. +STAFF ELEMENT: ............... HOME TELEPHONE NO.: ................... +MALE: ..... FEMALE: .......... OFFICE TELEPHONE NO.: ................. + +SEXUAL PREFERENCE: + Male - Female:............... Male - Male: .......................... + Female - Female: ............ All of the Above: ..................... + None of the Above: ................. + +I consent to the following forms of sexual harassment: + + Salutatory Greetings: ............................... + Eye - to - Eye Contact: ............................. + Eye - to - Bust Contact: ............................ + Eye - to - Below - Waist Contact: ................... + + Heavy Breathing on Neck: ............................ + Ear: ............................. + Other: ........................... + + Hands on Body: ...................................... + Shoulder: .................................. + Waist: ..................................... + Gluteus Maximus: ........................... + Other: ..................................... + + Feelies: ............................................ + Gropies: ............................................ + Penetration, However Slight: ........................ + Other: .............................................. + All of the Above: ................................... + +MISCELLANEOUS: I WILL .......... I WILL NOT .......... + + 1. Assist in procurement of various potions, lotions, products, + etc., to be used during sexual harassment. + + 2. Procurement and maintenance of various types of sustaining + apparatus. + + 3. Clean up. + +I certify that i will accept sexual harassment from: + + Anyone: ........... + + Anyone But: ............................................................ ........................................................... + Only: .................................................................. ................................................................. + +SIGNATURE: ........................................ DATE: .................... + +This form is to be reviewed by immediate supervisor annually, prior to +performance rating and evaluation. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexquiz.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexquiz.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3558933d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexquiz.txt @@ -0,0 +1,328 @@ + + + + ******************************************** + ** ** + ** THE ROBLE HALL PURITY TEST ** + ** ___ _____ ____ ______ ____ ** + ** ** + ******************************************** + + + INSTRUCTIONS + ____________ + + +100 points, no time limit. Test may be taken in any number of sittings or +layings. Open note, open consultation. Calculators permitted. Use your own +judgement as to whether to include prepubescent acts. + +The word "relative" is used here to mean someone who is descended from the same +grandparents that you are. + + Please do not discuss the test with people until they have taken it. + + +People who consider themselves to be homosexual should substitute the phrase +another homosexual for the phrase a member of the opposite sex. + + SCORING + _______ + + +Purity = Number of "no" answers. +Score = Number of "yes" answers. + +The following are some suggested varients: + +Imaginary Score = Number of things that you have not done but have + wanted to do at one time or another. + +McCorquodale Number = Purity - Imaginary Score = number of things you + haven't done and haven't ever wanted to. + McCorquodale has a Mc Corquodale number of zero. + +Simay Quotient = 100 X (Imaginary Score/Number of yes answers) + + + +Within each section, the questions are in order of increasing difficulty. This +does not apply to the extra credit section or the memorial section. + +Difficulty was determined from a poll of 300 Cal-Tech students. Their mean +score was 34. The mean score at Roble Hall was 50. + +Male Only +____ ____ + +Have you ever: +1. Measured yourself? +2. Fondled a girl's breast through clothing? +3. Unfastened a brassiere? +4. Had an erection for more than an hour and done nothing about it? +5. Fondled a girl's bare breast? +6. Sucked a nipple (not your own) subsequent to weaning? +7. Unfastened a bra with one hand? +8. Fingered a vagina? +9. Been aroused by seeing or touching underwear (by itself)? +10. Told someone else your size? (Not necessarily truthfully) +11. Masturbated in 6 or more buildings on campus? +12. Made an obscene phone call? +13. Made a girl pregnant? + + +Female Only +______ ____ + +Have you ever: +1. Had your covered breast fondled by a guy? +2. Had a bare breast fondled by a guy? + (1/2 point if it was for medical reasons but you enjoyed it anyway.) +3. Gone braless in public since needing to wear a bra? +4. Placed your hand inside a guy's pants or pants pocket? +5. Told a guy when your period is? (Not necessarily truthfully) +6. Placed a guy's hand on your breast? +7. Been on the Pill? +8. Worried about a late period? +9. Intentionally increased the real or apparent size of your breasts? +10. Become Pregnant? +11. Had an abortion? +12. Become pregnant and been uncertain about who the father was? +13. Tried to lifted six men? + +Everybody + +Have you ever: +14. Been Horny? (If not, Read on) +15. Been on a date? +16. Kissed a non-relative? +17. Read soft pornography? (Playboy, Hot Throbbing Rivet, etc.) +18. Masturbated? +19. Told a dirty joke? +20. Slept nude? +21. Experienced premarital interdigitation? +22. Given anyone the Finger? +23. Seen a pornographic movie? +24. Masturbated while standing up? +25. Had an orgasm while asleep? +26. Masturbated using literature? +27. Stayed out passed 3 A.M. with a member of the opposite sex? +28. Been massaged or given a massage to a member of the opposite sex? +29. Masturbated three or more times in a given 24-hour period? +30. Pinched or patted an ass? +31. French kissed? +32. Asked someone if they were horny? +33. Shouted the word "FUCK" at the top of your lungs? +34. Masturbated without using YOUR hands? +35. Undress or been undressed by a member of the opposite sex? +36. Gotten ideas for things to do from a purity test? +37. Had your genitals fondled? +38. Simulated intercourse without penetration? +39. Exchanged (in conversation) sexual experiences with a member of the + opposite sex? +40. Bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen a contraceptive? +41. Watched, with interest, two animals having intercourse? (Other + than human) +42. Had sexual intercourse? +43. Planned or attempted a seduction? +44. Spent the night in bed with a member of the opposite sex? +45. Read hard pornography? (Screw, Orgasm, Moosey-Goosey, ect.) +46. Been manually stimulated to climax by a member of the opposite sex? +47. Had your genitals kissed? +48. Bathed or showered with a member of the opposite sex? +49. Had intercourse more than twice in the same night? +50. Tasted semen? +51. Had intercourse with a female superior? +52. Had intercourse in Roble or with another Robleite? +53. Been interrupted during sexual activity by a third person and not been + embarrassed? +54. Had intercourse during menstruation? (the girl's stupid) +55. Fingered an anus? (not your own) +56. Written something obscene on a wall? +57. Been stimulated by reading stories or descriptions of torture? +58. Had intercourse without using contraceptives? (both stupid) +59. Helped produce pornography? (posed for pictures, taken pictures, written + stories, etc.) +60. Had intercourse with someone while fantasizing that they were someone + else? +61. Had intercourse rear entrance? +62. Had intercourse standing up? +63. Been on a date with someone more than 5 years younger or older than + yourself? +64. Gotten a sexual partner hot and then dropped them? +65. Had intercourse without removing any clothing? +66. Consulted a doctor or nurse about a sex problem of a non-physiological + nature? +67. Explained to a prepubescent child (not a Frosh.) where babies come from? +68. Used alcohol or drugs to lower someone's resistance to sexual activity? +69. ??? +70. Told a member of the opposite sex that you loved them and been lying + through your teeth? +71. Participated in group sexual activity? (> 2 people) +72. Simulated intercourse between the woman's breasts? +73. Had separate dates with three or more members of the opposite sex in + a given 72-hour period? +74. Streaked or flashed? +75. Had intercourse on the first date? +76. Had intercourse while swimming? +77. Masturbated using devices? (vibrators, inflatable women, toy train + transformers, refrigerators, etc.) +78. Lived for three months or more with a member of the opposite sex? (not + a relative) +79. Obtained a hotel or motel room for sexual purposes? +80. Had intercourse while drunk or stoned or with someone who was drunk or + stoned? + (Yes, all four...McQ) +81. Had intercourse in a car? +82. Been a transvestitie? +83. Drawn blood from a person or had blood drawn from you during sexual + activity? +84. Had intercourse on a waterbed? (Get sea sick?) +85. Had intercourse with someone more than five years older or younger than + Yourself? +86. Had intercourse with someone engaged to someone else? +87. Had intercourse with more than four persons? (not simultaneously) +88. Had intercourse with someone you didn't really like personally at the + time? +89. Had intercourse with someone married to someone else? +90. Had anal intercourse? +91. Had intercourse with an animal other than a human? (1/2 point for a + resident of Wilbur or Stern) +92. Gotten engaged without the intention of getting married, or gotten married + with the intention of getting divorced? +93. Had intercourse with someone you never saw before or after? +94. Been to a house of prostitution? +95. Used a vibrator or related device to stimulate others? +96. Had intercourse against the other person's will? +97. Provided sex in return for money? (See 94) +98. Had intercourse with a relative? +99. Had a veneral disease? +100. Knowingly given someone a venereal disease? + + +THE McCORQUODALE TEST +___ ____________ ____ + +1. Would you kick him/her out of bed? +2. Is he/she better than self-abuse? + +A member of the opposite sex to whom a "no" answer to 1. and a "yes" answer to +2. may be applied, is said to pass the McCorquodale test. + + EXTRA CREDIT + _____ ______ + +Male Only +Have you ever: + Done pushups without using your hands or fingers? + Had intercourse with a gopher hole? + Been Castrated by a gopher? + Ejaculted off Mount Wilson? ("Hey Yaffe, I shot it a mile!") + Beaten off into a blue book and turned it in? + --within the time limit of the exam? + --and received a blue slip that was similarly treated? + Masturbated in more than six States of the Union, or in four States at once? + + +Female Only +Have you ever: + Given yourself a Coca-Cola douche? + Orange Crush? Vernors? + Giggled upon seeing a banana? + Or upon reading this question? + How about knockwurst? + Had anal intercourse followed by fellatio, and enjoyed it? + Tried to suck your own nipple? + Kicked a guy in the groin? + Had intercourse with 2 guys simultaneously? (separate orifices) + Fallen asleep during intercourse? + Been stimulated by rope climbing? + By horse riding? + Purchased anything from Mark Eden? + + +Everybody +Have you ever: + Had your ass sandblasted? + Sniffed a bicycle seat? + Given someone an enema? + Lied about your score on this test? + Lied about your answer to this question? (Wait a minute...) + Had intercourse with a male or female BNC connector or banana plug? + Bitten an ass? + Had intercourse in free fall? + Had intercourse while reading this test to see what questions you were + missing? + Played doctor with someone more than 10 years younger than yourself? + Attempted self-fellatio? succeeded? + Looked up the word "smegma" in the dictionary? + Masturbated and been bored? (If this isn't depravity, I don't know what is.) + Stuck your finger in a dyke? + Participated in a gang bang? (firecrackers in the housing office do not + count) + Ordered a Linda Lovelace sandwich at Stottlemeyer's and asked them to hold + the nuts? + Hidden in the room while your roommate had intercourse? + Practiced Coitus Interruptus? (This is not a Glee Club Song) + Been in a come race? + Been aroused by reading this test? + Streaked while covering your face and been recognized anyways? + Participated in an interhouse erection? + Put a food substance on a sexual partner and eaten it? + Had a vagina around your neck? + + THE MEMORIAL SECTION + ___ ________ _______ + + Arthur "House Union Jack" Baron Ellis Memorial + ______ ______ _____ _____ _____ _____ ________ + + Have you had sex in 48 States of the Union? + + Ioannis Nicoloas Kessides Memorial + _______ ________ ________ ________ + + Have you ever told a sheep that you loved it? + + James Ellis Kleckner Memorial + _____ _____ ________ ________ + + Have you ever had intercourse on a + waterbed and burst it at the moment + of climax? + + Douglas Steven Jones Memorial + _______ ______ _____ ________ + + Have you ever had intercourse in Alley 1.5 + + Robert Stanley Pfeiffer Memorial + ______ _______ ________ ________ + + Have you ever masturbated while staring at a mirror? + + Laurence Gregory Yaffe Memorial + ________ _______ _____ ________ + + Have you ever gotten it over the stall door? + + Cindy Lee Duckett Memorial + _____ ___ _______ ________ + + Have you ever had sexual intercourse in the housing office? + + Albert Lewis Wells Jr. Memorial + ______ _____ _____ ___ ________ + + Have you ever inflated a condom at a house dinner? + + James Alexander McCorquodale Memorial + _____ _________ ____________ ________ + + Have you ever beaten off during a math lecture? + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexsata2.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/sexsata2.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b8da69a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexsata2.hum @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +=============================================================================== + Cock of Flame: Sex with Satan part II dedicated to mom. +=============================================================================== + + This phile is not for you ruggies who like to beat off in front of these +so-called x-rated philes, cause they ain't x-rated, it's more like pg-13! so +get your hands out of your pants, pilgrims, and get ready for a new classic. + +=============================================================================== + + I awoke, screaming in my bed. The dreams were getting worse, and worse. The +girl next to me, naked as she was, looked over at me, fear outlining her face. +"Are you okay, Mac?" she whispered. I looked at her slowly. + + "My nightmares are gettin' worse, babe." My name's Mac, as the lady said, by +da way. "There's this freak..He's got a flamin' cock, and he's chasing me... +trying to buttfuck me! it's getting worse, he almost caught me." Her eyes +widened in horror. + + "That's...gross." she said, as she rolled over, and out of bed. The moonlight +shown brightly through the window, outlining her near-perfect breasts, and the +diamond-shaped patch of hair between her creamy thighs. She walked over to the +end of the bed, and snatched my bathrobe, and then walked out of the room. + + Suddenly, a figure appeared from the back of the room, out of the closet. He +wore a hood, but I knew who it was...the Grim Reaper, in the flesh. That's a +bad pun, huh? He looked at me. "Mac, you are to die. Now." + + "What!?" I screamed. "Fuck you, cocksucker skull-faced son-of-a-bitch!" No +fucking way was I gonna die with a lush redhead for a servant. + + "You had one orgasm too many, Mac." his voice changed tone. "'sides, dude, +hell needs ya, babe." he threw away his mask, and instead of a skull there, a +black dude was underneath the robe. "C'mon, there's this dude...think's he's +SATAN, man. gots a cock of flame to prove it." + + "A WHAT!?!?!?!" I screamed. "Those are my dreams, dude!" + + "Yeah, man, he's trying to rule the world. But get this...the guy is GAY!!" + +=============================================================================== + + We went to hell. For real. As we became spirits, we floated down, into the +earth itself. even though I was a ghost, I could feel the heat, as the song +goes. man, there ain't no place hotter than hell. and we wuz here. + +=============================================================================== + + "It's cool, man. They can't see us...With the Grim Reaper on your side, we +can do 'most anything we want down here." he and I walked down a heated +stairwell, into oblivion. + + We reached ground floor, and there he was, SATAN. He was in the center of a +hole, filled with water, as water poured in from all sides. A lone bong with a +can full of hash and stacks of acid hits sat next to him. women surrounded him, +trying to get at his cock of flame. the water touched the cock, and evaporated, +as more water poured in. he was loving every minute of it, as the girls would +straddle him, and scream, and fizzle into a pile of dust at orgasim. + + "The dude is hot." said Reaper, as we walked on. Grim stopped, and looked +back. "Satan thinks we're friends, so i'm gonna get me some pussy, and you go +find his wife." + + "wait, dude, wait. if he's turned pink, why da fuck he got women???" + + "i dunno, maybe he's bi." said the Reaper, as he left. + +///\/\/\\/\\//\/\\/\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\\\/\\/\\/\/\\/\\/\\\/\\\/\\/\\/\\/\\/\/\\/\\\ + + I crept down the tunnels, and entered a smaller chamber. shit, it's hot. I +went into a room. there was a woman, laying there on the floor. this is a good +chance to get some prime pussy, i thought, as entered, and smiled. she looked +up, but instead of fear, she had this craaazy look in her eye. i moved over, +and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor. she looked up, and +smiled. "Shit. the bitch is crazy." i said aloud, and ripped the top of her +dress. her breasts almost fell all over, as i began tearing at the bottom of +her dress. no panties, this would be easy. i whipped my robe off, and my cock +told me exactly what to do. + + i kissed her, our tongues twisting, as i moved on top of her. she rubbed her +breasts, moaning softly, enjoying it. i began to kiss her neck, as she moaned +more. i hadn't even entered her yet! i moved down, and kissed her tits, and +the ever-so-shallow space between them. she moaned. "oh, do it." + + i went in for the kill. my cock entered her, and it was a tight fit. but i +knew i wouldn't ache in the morning, but this chick would wander around hades +bow-legged for all eternity. i rammed her, as her cries of estacy turned to a +cry of surprise and pain! "ah! ouch!" she said, as i was almost jumping up on +her, she screamed with delight. she bled, dude, all over me. it was beginning +to piss me off. too quick of a fuck. i was tempted to slap her, when i heard +those words... + + "GET THE FUCK OFF MY WIFE, FOOL!!!!" + +It was PSYCOE, SATAN, HE WHO HAS THE FLAMING COCK. + +=============================================================================== + + Psycoe stood there, eyeing me, like some faggot. "I'm going to kill you." he +said, as he jumped towards me. + + "Get the fuck away, pretty boy!!" i said, as i jumped away, leaving him in the +dust. i kicked him, and i thought it wouldn't do any good, with him being satan +and all, but it did better!! I heard a rib crack! He grunted, and I brought my +fist down, hitting him straight on the ear. + + "Shit!!" he said, as he hit the ground. Another kick from me dislocated his +jaw. the dude was losing! i reached forth, and grabbed his cock! I couldn't +believe I was doing this! I pulled. + + "IIIIIIIIIII'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU -------" His cock came off, and look +at me, im holding a flaming dick in my hands. the fire lept forward, burning me +and putting me in some serious pain. + + "FUCK YOU!! YOU ARE NO MORE!!!" I screamed, as I ran out. I was the keeper +of the cock of flame now, and I must destroy it...I must.....I +must............... + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + I woke up in a fucking sterile hospital. A fat-assed nurse was taking my +pulse. a doctor stood near me. "3rd degree burns, all kinds of nasty stuff +Mac. Where were you that you got all this?" he asked. + + I smiled. I dunno how I got here, but I don't care. The fag with the cock of +flame won't rule the world now. But who will take the place of SATAN now? Who? +Who? + +=============================================================================== + + Thend. Nobody fucks with this phile, or I'll KIll yOU LIKE I KILLED SATAN, +and I'll take your dog and force it to eat your wife/girlfriend/daughter!!!! +Got that, fool!!?!?!?! + +========================================== ------------------============ + +Psycoe is dead, long live Mac! + +This phile written on 11/2 1985 + + + Satan, I offer you this phile in acceptance in my place in hades with you and +your lovers. I give you my sweet 666 and hope that no faggot rules the earth. +Accept me, and know that I belong in your sweet order for all eternity. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexsatan.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/sexsatan.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0f8b3035 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexsatan.hum @@ -0,0 +1,158 @@ + + +SEX WITH SATAN +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + S e x W i t h S a t a n +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + by: Psycoe + +call The Heavy Metal AE Line: (316) 684-0190 p/w=maiden 300/1200 baud + +============================================================================== + + First of all, this file is dedicated to my late dog, Cindy, who +without her influence, this file would never have been possible... + + + + This file contains explicit sexual material, so dont jack off on the +keyboard... + + + My life had been very boring and drab. My subscription to Penthouse +and National Lampoon were about to expire so my life had no meaning. I had +been working mowing lawns, trying to get enough money to buy a hard drive... +since my ex-girl friend told me that hard things were nicer than floppy ones. +My parents were in California for US '84. My dad posted a note on the local +college job board that he needed a baby-sitter to watch his 15 year old son +and sit by the pool and suntan. We got many phone calls. My babysitter's +name was known to me only as "34-24-33". + The first days of my stay alone with the star of Debbie Does Dallas +was pretty boring (since it was that time of month and I am not a vampire). +The third day of my stay, my baby-sitter sat down and told me that she had +fantasies of molesting younge 15 year old boys who she babysits for. She +then proceeded to fufill our fate by sticking her soft hands down my pants and +unzipping me. She took off her shirt and bra, slacks and panties then leaned +over and told me she wanted to whisper sweet nothings in my rear. + She told me she had seen this on a Cheech and Chong movie. I +naturally went along with the fantasy. She took off my pants and placed +my 'joint' into her vibrating mouth. As soon as she began to choke, she +turned her head up and told me that she had one more fantasy to fufill with +me. I said that I would do anything for her. She tied me to the bed with +these handcuffs she had ripped off a fucking cop. She proceeded to spank me +and kept calling me 'bad boy'. Then, the little nympho took out a lighter and +set my cock on fire and told me not to smoke. + As I began to burn, I could faintly see her molesting my pet gerbil +while smoking a banana peel (which happened to be my pecker). I saw a violent +light, then a rainbow in the dark. + I was dead and in Heaven. I, being an active atheist, didnt believe +a damn thing about this. I saw some gates and opened them and proceeded to go +through the bars. A man with a cane stopped me and told me he could answer +any questions I had about Heaven. I proceeded to ask, "Sir, if I lived a good +life and kept Kosher, helped little old ladies across the street, do you think +I could get a cute little angel to piss on my face every Thursday night in +Heaven??" The man immediately hit me in the balls with the cane and said, +"There is no sex or corruption in Heaven, we all sit around and meditate +while listening to Culture Club tapes." I said, "Fuck this shit man, I +absofuckinglutley dont want to spend my eternity in this fag joint." I then +left the gates and jumped into oblivion through the clouds. + I fell through the sky and felt the earth seal around me. I began +to hear some faint music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! +I ran towards the music and heard some Ozzy Ozbourne, Crazy Train Playing. +I immediately screamed "Now this is more fucking like it!" I took out my pack +of Menthol Players and lit it from the fire still pertruding from my cock. +A lady with extremely large breasts welcomed me into my new home. I saw men +orgying in the fire-laden streets with beautiful women. I jumped on a 21- +year-old woman and started gangbanging her with my cock of fire. She stood +up and screamed, "Why's your cock on fire??" I told her my plight and she +told me to go to Satan's wife. + I entered Satan's wife's house and signed the guest register. I +ran up to her room where she was actively masturbating with a broom stick. +I said "wow!!" She looked up in ecstacy and and asked me what she could do for +me. I blushed. She said, "Besides that!" I told her of my story. She said +she could help me quench the fires, but I would have to pledge my life to +winning over the virginity of younge school girls. She placed my cock in her +mouth and the fire was quenched by our ecstacy. + I asked her what her name was in my last breath of passion. She said +it was Lita Ford. I asked her if the lady who set my cock on fire back on +earth was one of her followers. She said her name was Wendy O. Williams. +I said "wow!!!!" After having another engagement of oral sex with her +steaming clit, I was wisped away to the land of virginity and high school +girls. + I found myself in a private school for young rich snobby girls. My +new identity was Angus. I had no last name, but never questioned the intent +of my master's wife. + I first began to hunt out my prey with the high school cheerleaders. +But, after noticing that they stuck to the floor while doing to splits, I +decided to go for less virtile girls. I seduced a young girl whose face +reminded me of an ancient memory. I took her up to my apartment and she said +she needed help with her geometry. I showed her my obtuse angle and she +showed me her acute one. As I tore off her bra, I noticed how undeveloped +she was. I took off her greasy panties and began to tounge her love channel. +She started to moan and said she couldnt believe I was doing that to her. I +just told her to sit back and relax. As I licked her wet spot, I noticed her +erect nipples and the tiny dew drops forming around her clit. I tounge fucked +her for 15 minutes then started to push my shaft up her. She started to moan +with pleasure. I proceeded to tie her to the bed with a pair of hot handcuffs +which I had borrowed from Wendy. I forced my victim's head down over my +pulsating dong. She began to gag a familiar gag. I let her head up for air +for a moment. Then to my surprise, she stuck her tounge out and it was +flaming. I said "oh, shit, not again!!!" She set my dick on fire. + As I proceeded to go back to my mistress in the underworld of sex, I +began to think of how good it would feel to get my pecker's fire quenched +again by Satan's wife's cool pulsating tounge. I entered Hell for a second +time and everybody greeted me with praises and started begging for sexual +vibrators to be sold in Hell for a lower price. I said "Why ask me??" They +told me it was all a test to see who would be the new number two. I began +to understand, as I remembered the ancient lyrics of an Iron Maiden song +named "The Prisoner." I lit another Play Xoceeded to my master's +flaming house in the depths of sex. I entered and Satan bowed down and kissed +my hand. He said I am the new number two since he is getting a little too old +to get his cock sucked on anymore by his wife. I took the position gladly. + + I realized my new position. I am SATAN!!!!! I have unlimited powers!! +I begin to lead unsuspecting virgin girls to my domain. I conquer earth with +my flaming nympho's. I proceed to climb up the ladder of Heaven and gang bang +all the ladies there and say, "You could have been doing this all your life +instead of living in misery trying to draft more people into your false +faith!!!!!!!" I then pick up my brand new electric gibson challenger with new +tremelo bar and customized locking bolts with the perfect distortion. I +yelled the ancient and foreshadowing lyrics of my coming into power... + + + "Heaven's on Fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +this is my life and this is my story...the next man you see caught on fire +could be me predicting my rule over all and the sexual reign on earth, hell, +and heaven. + + + --psycoe + + the keeper of the + cock of fire!!!!! + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +death to all prudes and nonsexual pussy rockers!!!!! I am in power!!!!!!!!!!!! + + +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + +dont fuck with this file or someday I might go up and fuck your eight year old +daughter and make her a prostitute of my reign on 42 street!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! + +============================================================================== + +Brought to you by: + + [/] The Ascii Assassin [/] + + +(> +(> +(> \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sextest.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sextest.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7b013cea --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sextest.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1414 @@ +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + THE UNISEX, OMNISEXUAL + + P U R I T Y T E S T +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + Version 3.5A (400) + + Final Release + + 13-Apr-1985 +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Public domain; no copyright. All rights wronged, all wrongs reversed. Up with +going down. The risen flesh commands: let there be love. Murphy's law on sex: +Love is a matter of chemistry; sex is a matter of physics. Chaste makes waste. +Virginity can be cured. + +This document was not sponsored by the Department of Defense Advanced Research +Projects Agency, and was not monitored by the Air Force Avionics Laboratory. +The views and conclusions contained in this document should not be interpreted +as representing the official policies, either expressed or implied, of the +Defense Advanced Projects Agency or the US Government. Neither should it be +interpreted nor inferred that the authors/contributors have actually performed +any of the actions contained herein. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + N O T I C E +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Disclaimer of Liability + +The user of this test acknowledges, understands, and agrees that sex is a +hazardous sport; that a person must copulate in control, and use good judgement +at all times; that their partner's condition vary constantly and are greatly +affected by weather changes and previous use, that dirty sheets, variations in +terrain and bed surfaces, spouses/pimps/managers, forest growth, rocks and +debris, clothed obstacles, and many other natural and man-made obstacles and +hazards, including other users and customers, exist throughout the bedroom +area. Personal managers (pimps/spouses) and sado-masochistic operations and +equipment are constantly in use and may be hazardous to customers not +copulating in control. Impotence, collisions, and social diseases resulting in +injury can happen at any time, even to customers copulating in control with +proper sexual equipment. Inherent and other risks are part of the sport and +exist in your partner. As a condition of being permitted to use the facilities +of your sex object, the user of the partner agrees to copulate in control and +within the limits of his/her ability and further acknowledges and accepts these +hazards, dangers, and risks and assumes the risk of injury or loss to person or +damage to property which might result from the customer's use of the partner's +facilities. + +As a further condition of being permitted to use the facilities of your +partner, the customer understands and agrees (1) that in the event of a +transfer of use by another or anything else in the management's opinion is +misconduct, misuse, kinky, impotence, or nuisance, this service may be revoked +without refund; (2) that the partner is the property of the harem and, upon +request, he/she must be presented to any authorized representative of the +pimp/spouse; (3) that sexual equipment must be visibly displayed at all times +when you are in any bedroom and when approaching the bed to copulate. + +Your sexual partner is not transferable; see Theft of Services, V.S.A., +sections 2581 and 2582. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Genesis - History + +ver last revise of q revision site/contributors + 1 - - 100 MIT Baker House/anon + 1 - -1982 100 Ported to CMU by ps + 2 Spring-1983 247 CMU/jb, pd, kr, ps, ts, mt, et al + 3 13-Apr-1985 400 CMU/da, fa, tc, no, dt, sv, rz, et al + +Version 1 (100) Created at MIT. Two parallel versions; one for male, + and one for female. Not much is known about this version. + +Version 2 (247) Expanded to 247 questions. This marked the beginning of + the unisex versions. The story goes that they intended it to be + 250 questions, but got tired that night and said "we'll think + of three more tomorrow", and tomorrow never got there. + +Version 3.3C.1 (400) on 05-Dec-1984 + First formal release general of this test, version 3.xx. All + former version were short-lived and tended to be bug ridden. + Does not discriminate against gays or bi's. Good correspondence + of scores (especially in the higher score ranges) between this + version and version 2. Added in Genesis/History section. + +Version 3.4 (400) on 29-Jan-1985 + Internal version; never released. Source code accidentally + destroyed, much to the consternation of one of the authors. + Cleaned up many bugs. Added sections: Disclaimer of Liability, + Instructions for Use, Scoring, and Warranty Information. + +Version 3.5 (400) on 10-Apr-1985 + Rebuilt from the 3.3C.1 source and the 3.4 (only surviving + copy) of the Xerox X9700 laser printer hardcopy. Cleaned up + same bugs in 3.4; wiped out a duplicate question; The page + number was moved from top of the page to the bottom center; + this was to avoid problems trying to coordinate duplex/simplex + printing by other people and the positioning of odd/even page + numbers. Added in verbose history section. + +Version 3.5A (400) on 13-Apr-1985 + Found that we had 431 questions instead of 400. After an + all-night hack session, discovered that the problem lies with + the version 4 (1400)-1 of Scribe and how it treats @section + headers and @begin(text). Ended up making the pageheading + contain a Scribe version field. Also had to add in an extra + token @newpage on the page that the questions start; this was + to preserve the last of the @style[pagenumber (@A)] page + numbers, preserve the same in the Table of Contents, force the + page number to be 1, make sure that the Contents get that +MORE: [Y],N,NS? right, and to force @pageheading and @pagefooting. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Instructions for Use + +This is a fairly long test consisting of four hundred questions. +It starts out tame and gets progressively worse, or better, depending on your +viewpoint. There are many +ways of going about taking this test. You can, of course, as your right, +guaranteed by the Constitution, be anti-social and sequester yourself in your +room and take this test all by yourself; however, we feel that the funniest way +to utilize this test if to hold a Purity Test Party. All you need is one +(read my lips: one) copy of the test, and a bunch of +friends. (No doubt lots of writing implements and paper would be useful too.) +The person with the copy of the test will be the test administrator; he/she +will read the questions out loud and everybody else will write down their +answers. We have no definite rules as to whether the participants are required +to divulge their answers, that is up to the group to decide; however, each +person's purity score should be made common knowledge. (The person with the +highest score gets to be giggled at for the rest of his/her life.) This works +great at parties and lets everybody know who's easy and who isn't, so you'll +know who to go home with. Don't leave home without it. + +All questions in this test pertain to events that have happened to you +subsequent to your weaning and babyhood infancy. Anything that may have +happened before such time is considered not standing and void; it's a null +point. The term mutual masturbation refers to someone masturbating you AND/OR +you masturbating someone else, not exclusively someone masturbating you AND you +masturbating them. We would also like to define having sex in the homosexual +case; homosexual sex has occurred when you and/or your partner (of the same +sex) have an orgasm while there is some contact between the genitals of you and +those of your partner. + +We would now like to bring to your attention that there is no passing nor +failing score. Therefore, one really shouldn't worry too much about getting a +high score, even if you do get giggled at for the rest of your life. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + --- ALL TECHNICALITIES COUNT --- +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For this section, if you are mostly a: + - heterosexual, then the your partner in deed, often referred to + by the words someone or partner, is your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of the opposite gender. + +1. Platonic Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 1. kissed a friend or stranger on their hands or their head/neck region + as a friendly gesture? + + 2. held hands with someone? + + 3. had a date? + + 4. had a date past 1 a.m.? + + 5. dated someone on a regular basis? + + 6. picked someone up? + + 7. been picked up? + + 8. gone steady? + + 9. slow danced? + + 10. had the symptoms of Russian(Note 1) fingers? + + 11. had the symptoms of Roman(Note 2) hands? + + 12. shared a bed, sleeping bag, or sleeping accommodations with someone + without anything steamy happenings? + + 13. given a back or neck rub or massage with no ulterior motive? + + 14. used tickling as a pick-up, get-to-know-you-better routine? + + 15. directly asked someone whom you were not going out with and had + never gone out with if they were a virgin? + + 16. used physical strength, physical power, or any physical prowess, or + prowesslessness as a factor in pick-up, get-to-know-you-better + routine? + + 17. secretly lusted after someone without that person knowing? + + 18. dropped subtle hints to someone whom you liked/loved/wanted, hoping + that they would pick up on it? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +Although this section is termed Auto-erotica and mono-sexualism, the + events herein still count even if you are with someone else at the + time. It was so named because predominantly these activities, like + the harp, (and the porcelain goddess) is essentially a solo event. + +2. Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism + + Have you ever done the following: + + 19. had an arousing dream? (Wet dreams and the such.) + + 20. been sexually aroused? + + 21. uttered/muttered/yelled/screamed (or in other words verbally + expressed) obscenities? + + 22. fantasized about your long-term instructor, mentor, or someone who + is superior to you? (One day skydiving teachers, or two hour ski + instructors and the such do not count.) + + 23. fantasized about your lawyer, doctor, nurse, psychiatrist or someone + with whom you are having a professional relationship with? + + 24. fantasized about someone you know personally but not closely? + + 25. fantasized about anyone and masturbated at the same time? + + 26. read or bought pornographic periodicals? + + 27. read sexually explicit literature? + + 28. gone skinny dipping alone? + + 29. made obscene phone calls? + + 30. phoned up any recorded phone sex numbers? (e.g. (212)976-2626, + (212)976-2727, (212)976-2828, etc. Please note that these are fifty + cent calls in addition to toll charges and long distance charges.) + + 31. phoned up any live phone sex numbers? + + 32. stuffed your bra if you are female, or stuffed your pants if you are + male? + + 33. shaved your genital pubic hair? + + 34. shaved your genital pubic hair on a fairly regular basis? + + 35. masturbated? + + 36. masturbated at least five times in one twenty-four hour period? + + 37. masturbated on a fairly regular basis of no less than once a + fortnight? + + 38. masturbated where you could have been discovered? (In a crowd, in + public, city parks, gym/dorm/barracks showers, movie theater, etc.) + + 39. masturbated out in the wilds or in nature with no nearby + civilization? + + 40. masturbated to orgasm? + + 41. masturbated while reading either pornographic or sexually explicit + materials? + + 42. masturbated while driving a moving, land vehicle? (Car, RV, truck, + motorcycle, hearse, etc.) + + 43. masturbated while on the phone? (No kinky interpretations of on the + phone. This is legit.) + + 44. masturbated while in a bathroom of the opposite sex? + + 45. masturbated while watching an R or X-rated show? + + 46. seen any burlesque show? (Rocky Horror counts) + + 47. been to a peep show? + + 48. been to a private showing of a pornographic movie? + + 49. seen a pornographic movie in a theater? + + 50. walked around in your room/apartment/house/habitation in the nude? + (Must be a serious walk; five minutes of going around trying to find + your undies after a shower doesn't make it.) + + 51. walked around in a public or semi-public area with a top (shirt, + T-shirt, etc) but no bottoms (pants, shorts, etc)? (Dorm hallways, + lobby areas, etc. are acceptable; however locker rooms and bathrooms + and such place where this behavior is not proscribed does not + count.) + + 52. bought blatant sexual objects? (This means that if you buy a bottle + of Coke and you use it as a dildo, it really doesn't count. Think: + design and function.) + + 53. owned any erotic art pieces? (Like that phallic symbol in the cat + woman scene in A Clockwork Orange.) + + 54. sculpted erotic-obscene artworks in food (predominantly bananas, + carrots, apples...)? + + 55. eaten any erotic food items? (Chocolate tits, banana dicks, etc.) + + 56. sculpted erotic-obscene artworks in soap, wood, or any other + carvable material (that isn't food)? + + 57. made an X or R-rated snowman or snow-woman? + + 58. tasted your own orgasmic liquids? + + 59. inserted your finger into your rectum? + + 60. used ben-wa balls(Note 3)? + + 61. performed oral sex on yourself? (Yes, this is possible.) + + 62. willingly urinated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: pis in your pants; wet yourself; had an + accident.) + + 63. willingly urinated on any part of your body? + + 64. willingly defecated on the garments that you were wearing at the + time? (In other words: shit in your pants; had a serious accident.) + + 65. willingly defecated on yourself? (In other words: sick.) +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +3. Legislative Misfits and Other Ethical Questions + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 66. administered a whole Purity Test or are in the process of + administering a whole Purity Test of any version? (That's where you + are the test administrator in a Purity Test Party. See Instructions + for Use for further information.) + + 67. taken Purity Tests of any versions more than 5 times? + + 68. lied on any previous Purity Tests? + + 69. exaggerated about any sexual experiences? + + 70. broken your word, promise, or vow? + + 71. written graffiti? + + 72. plagiarized? + + 73. shoplifted? + + 74. stolen? + + 75. made out a check that bounced? + + 76. committed breaking and entering? + + 77. told someone that you loved them when you did not? + + 78. told someone that you loved them strictly because you wanted to have + sex with them? + + 79. fantasized about someone else other than your partner while you were + engaged in sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 80. intentionally listened in onto other people having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation without their knowing it? + + 81. used alcohol to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of + sex or oral sex? + + 82. used drugs to lower someone else's inhibitions for the intent of sex + or oral sex? + + 83. forced or coerced someone into having intimate physical relations + with you? + + 84. had dates with more than one person in the same night while one or + more of the people involved were not aware of your actions? + + 85. gone steady with two or more people at the same time with one or + more of the people unaware of what you were doing? + + 86. gone steady with two or more people at the same time with all of + them knowing that you were doing it? + + 87. urinated on someone else intentionally? (Pis fights!) + + 88. urinated in cup, bottle, pitcher or any such receptacle that was not + originally designed for such purpose excepting urinalysis incidents? + + 89. urinated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse, tree, bush or any + commonly accepted pis hole? (For instance: in the kitchen sink, or + in the family car's glove compartment.) + + 90. urinated from higher than the fifth floor, or equivalent height, + above ground level out of a building or off a bridge or any such + permanent structure (e.g. the Grand Canyon)? + + 91. defecated anywhere other than a bathroom, outhouse or any commonly + accepted shit hole? (Camping/hiking trips in which bathroom/outhouse + access are nil do not count.) + + 92. stored any excretia in your refrigerator, oven, or any food + storage/preparation appliance? + + 93. stored evacuated excretia anywhere else in your room, apartment, + house, habitation, office, etc? + + 94. entered a bathroom of the opposite sex and was not accompanied by + someone of the opposite sex and was not involved in a search and/or + rescue mission at the time? + + 95. mooned or goosed(Note 4) someone? + + 96. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before (or after) an informal, unofficial gathering of + people? + + 97. streaked, flashed, or otherwise exposed pretty much totally yourself + in public before a formal (official) gathering of people? (Such as + for a function, stage performance, charity dinner, etc.) + + 98. been arrested? (Picture taken and all that wonderful, free stuff.) + + 99. received money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation? + + 100. given money or some favor to have sex, oral sex, or mutual + masturbation? + + 101. thought you might be or might have unintentionally caused someone to + be pregnant? + + 102. had or gave someone an unwanted pregnancy? + + 103. had sex while either you or your partner but not both were under the + age of consent of the state that you were in then? + + 104. given a sympathy fuck? + + 105. initiated sex with someone for the sake of sex only? + + 106. willingly committed incest? + + 107. been involved in adultery? + + 108. stolen the underwear of someone you know for a purpose other than + that of a practical joke or to just ire the person? (A bunch of guys + invading the women's dorm on a mission of panty raids does not + count.) + + 109. intentionally taken someone's underwear and didn't know who it + belonged to? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +4. Drugs + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 110. had an alcoholic drink? + + 111. been intoxicated? + + 112. threw-up from too much alcohol? + + 113. passed out due to excessive alcohol? + + 114. forgotten events that occurred while you were drunk? + + 115. smoked tobacco? + + 116. chewed tobacco? + + 117. bought controlled/illicit drugs, or any compound scheduled by the + DEA, in violation of the law? + + 118. sold or re-sold controlled/illicit substances, or any compound + scheduled by the DEA, in violation of the law? + + 119. taken stimulants? + + 120. taken depressants excluding alcohol? + + 121. inhaled nitrous oxide (NO ) while not visiting a dentist? + 2 + 122. inhaled anything containing butyl nitrate? + + 123. taken valium? + + 124. smoked marijuana/sensemilia? + + 125. smoked marijuana/sensemilia more than four times? + + 126. eaten marijuana/sensemilia? + + 127. eaten marijuana or sensemilia more than four times? + + 128. taken opiate in any form? + + 129. taken opiate in any form more than twice? + + 130. used cocaine? + + 131. used cocaine more than four times? + + 132. injected any drugs into your body for any other purpose other than + medical? + + 133. injected any one drug into your body for any purpose other than that + of medical more than twice? + + 134. taken PCP? + + 135. taken PCP more than twice? + + 136. taken d-lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD-25), peyote, or psilocybin? + + 137. taken LSD, peyote, or psilocybin more than twice? + + 138. taken LSD more than six times? + + 139. deliberately injured yourself so as to obtain medication? + + 140. played any games in which there was a mystery as to who would be + getting drugs and who wouldn't, yet everybody plays in it? (e.g. + Who's got the pill, where half the cups (of soda) would have LSD in + it and the other half wouldn't and everybody picks a cup and drinks + it and wonders who gets lucky.) + + 141. had sex while using cocaine? + + 142. had sex while under the influence of marijuana/sensemilia? + + 143. had sex while under the influence of LSD, peyote, or psilocybin? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For this section, it you are mostly a: + + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by + the words someone or partner, is to be someone of the opposite + gender. + + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + words someone or partner, is to be someone of your own gender. + + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of the opposite gender. + +5. Non Platonic + + Have you done any of the following: + + 144. propositioned someone for necking or petting? + + 145. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 146. pinched or patted someone else's buttocks? + + 147. french kissed? + + 148. been kissed below the neck but not including arms or hands? + + 149. kissed someone else below the neck but not including arms or hands? + + 150. necked? + + 151. petted above the waist? + + 152. petted below the waist? + + 153. kissed on the first date? + + 154. necked on the first date? + + 155. petted above the waist on the first date? + + 156. petted below the waist on the first date? + + 157. given a hickey? + + 158. received a hickey? + + 159. fondled or stroked someone else's clothed legs? + + 160. fondled or stroked someone else's bare legs? + + 161. fondled or stroked someone else's frontal chest/torso region? + + 162. had your frontal chest/torso region fondled or stroked? + + 163. been involved with pelvic thrusting while fully clothed? + + 164. had your fingers licked or sucked? + + 165. had your ear or ear region licked, breathed upon, sucked, or + nibbled? + + 166. licked, breathed onto, sucked, or nibbled an ear or ear region? + + 167. licked or sucked someone else's finger(s)? + + 168. fondled someone who was asleep? + + 169. given a back massage with ulterior motives? + + 170. given a back massage that lead to something steamy? + + 171. seen someone else completely nude and the person was under good + lighting conditions? + + 172. been seen completely nude under good lighting condition by someone + else? + + 173. been in someone's company while both of you were completely nude? + + 174. bathed or showered with someone? + + 175. let someone else wash you while you were perfectly capable of doing + it yourself. (This means that it doesn't count if you were in the + hospital with two broken arms and the nurse washed you, no matter + how cute she is.) + + 176. gone skinny dipping in mixed company? + + 177. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's clothed + breast? + + 178. been involved with the stroking or fondling of a woman's bare + breast? + + 179. licked, sucked, or nibbled on someone else's nipple? + + 180. had your nipple licked, sucked, or nibbled upon? + + 181. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's + covered genitals? + + 182. had your covered genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + + 183. petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled someone else's bare + genitals? + + 184. had your bare genitals petted, stroked, fondled, or otherwise + handled? + + 185. had an orgasm while petting? + + 186. given your partner an orgasm while petting? + + 187. given or received finger scratch marks? + + 188. performed oral sex? + + 189. received oral sex? + + 190. done sixty-nine(Note 5)? + + 191. performed mutual masturbation? + + 192. had sex? (No need for orgasm; penetration counts.) + + 193. had sex on the first date? + + 194. had sex without the use of birth control devices? (Rhythm, prayer + and hope methods do not count.) + + 195. had sex with a virgin? (Not yourself.) + + 196. had sex with a religious official. (Priest, nun, mother-superior, + cardinal, pope, etc.) +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section of the test deals with whether you have done things with + people whom you may not be altogether comfortable, therefore in this + section of the test, if you are mostly a: + + - heterosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by + the words someone or partner, is to be someone of your own + gender. + + - homosexual, then your partner in deed, often referred to by the + words someone or partner, is someone of the opposite gender. + + - 50-50 confirmed bisexual, then your partner in deed, often + referred to by the words someone or partner, is to be someone + of your own gender. + +6. Non Primary Choice Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 197. held hands or otherwise displayed public affection? + + 198. kissed someone on the lips? + + 199. french kissed someone? + + 200. necked? + + 201. petted? + + 202. received manual sex? + + 203. given manual sex? + + 204. received oral sex? + + 205. given oral sex + + 206. had sex? + + 207. had anal sex? (The use of fingers or any phallic objects in this + case would also count.) + + 208. done 69? + + 209. propositioned someone for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 210. yielded willingly to a proposition from someone for sex, oral sex, + or mutual masturbation? + + 211. been a participant in a who's-physically-better-equipped + verification contest? (Contestants must be of same gender; + spectators, judges, umpires, and verifiers may be of different + gender.) + + 212. gave money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 213. received money or favors for sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 214. fondled someone who was asleep? + + 215. attempted to seduce someone? + + 216. allowed yourself to be seduced? + + 217. had an orgasm while petting? + + 218. gave your partner an orgasm while petting? + + 219. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation with more than 10 people? + + 220. stroked or fondled the clothed legs of someone? + + 221. stroked or fondled the bare legs of someone? + + 222. stroked or fondled the clothed chest/torso region of someone? + + 223. stroked or fondled the bare chest/torso region of someone? + + 224. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the clothed genitals of + someone else? + + 225. stroked, fondled, or otherwise handled the bare genitals of someone + else? + + 226. been in a menage-a-trois of people of the same sex? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +For any of the questions in this section, a yes answer is in order if it + is something that you do as an alternative to other sexual + gratifications or as an aid and/or in conjunction with other means + of sexual gratification, or in other words, have you done it in a + serious basis? Trying it a few times to see what it's like does no + count. + +7. Alternate Choices + + Do any of the following apply: + + 227. been decidedly heterosexual? + + 228. been decidedly homosexual? + + 229. been decidedly bisexual? + + 230. practiced bestiality(Note 6)? + + 231. practiced transvesticism? + + 232. practiced sadism(Note 7)? + + 233. practiced masochism(Note 8)? + + 234. practiced bondage? + + 235. practiced domination? + + 236. practiced submission? + + 237. practiced sodomy(Note 9)? + + 238. practiced cocrophilia(Note 10)? + + 239. practiced frotteurism(Note 11)? + + 240. practiced klismaphilia(Note 12)? + + 241. practiced necrophilia(Note 13)? + + 242. practice mysophilia(Note 14)? + + 243. practice scoptophilia(Note 15)? + + 244. practiced urophilia(Note 16)? + + 245. owned an underwear collection of underwears not belonging to you? + + 246. been a foot fetishist to any degree? + + 247. been a voyeur(Note 17)? + + 248. been an exhibitionist? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section relates to what you have or have not done. Accordingly, the + group of people we are speaking of are of both genders. In questions + where groups of people are concerned, there must be at least one + person in the group who is of the opposite gender. + +8. Group Sexual Relations + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 249. listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + + 250. told dirty jokes in mixed company? + + 251. discussed masturbation? (Bringing up the topic of masturbation + during Purity Testing does not cut it as discussed masturbation.) + + 252. played a game in which it may require you or others to disrobe + themselves? + + 253. played a game in which it may require you or others to perform an + action on another participant? + + 254. been in intimate contact with more than one person at the same time + while all of you were nude? + + 255. had sex with more than 10 people? + + 256. had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour period? + + 257. had sex with both genders in a 24 hour period? + + 258. been in a bisexual/heterosexual menage-a-trois(Note 18)? + + 259. had sex or oral sex with a person and his/her parent? + + 260. had sex, oral sex, mutual masturbation, necking, or petting with a + person and his/her sibling? + + 261. been involved in a two (or more) in one? + + 262. been involved in a gang bang? (Step right up; come and get it while + it's hot.) + + 263. been in a circle of fuck? + + 264. been in a 69 circle? + + 265. been to a (cooking, baby, Wesson) oil party? + + 266. participated in a heterosexual orgy or been involved in group sex? + (Four people or more; partners must be exchanged.) + + 267. participated in a bisexual orgy or group sex? (Four people or more; + partners must be exchanged.) + + 268. participated in a fuck-a-thon(Note 19)? (Where the object is to see + how many times you can do it in the certain amount of time.) + +This section measures your kinkiness. Therefore, the questions apply to + both actions and events occurring while you were alone as well as + when you were with someone else. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +9. Extracurricular, deviant conduct + +9.1. Non sentient objects + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + + 269. used a bowling pin, Coke bottle, or something along those general + shapes for masturbatory or sexual purposes? + + 270. masturbated using the aid of food? + + 271. eaten the food used in masturbation after masturbation? + + 272. eaten a lab dissection? + + 273. inserted food into yours or someone else's anus? + + 274. eaten the food after it was extracted/evacuated from yours or + someone else's anus? + + 275. received an enema for a purpose than that of medical? + + 276. used a basket, garbage can, or any other comparable sized receptacle + for target practice masturbation? + + 277. used a mechanical hand-holdable device in aiding or replacing + masturbation? (Vibrator, massager, Dust-Buster, vacuum cleaner, + etc.) + + 278. used a feather or any other tickling device for the purpose of + tickling? + + 279. used ice for sexual purposes? + + 280. used whipped cream for sexual purposes? + + 281. used hot/melted wax for sexual purposes? + + 282. put food, gravy, syrup, salad dressing, candy, peanut butter, honey + or anything else edible on your partner's body and then eaten it? + + 283. used any household syrup, sandwich spreading, oil, salad dressing, + or any like substances for sexual purposes? + + 284. used ropes, chains, cuffs or any other such device for bondage + purposes? + + 285. used a whip, chain, cat-o-nine-tails, or something similar for pain? + + 286. worn a leather/grore suit? + + 287. used an inflatable doll? + + 288. humped an inanimate object like a pillow, (dinner) liver, hole in + the wall, sausages, bananas, etc? + + 289. had sex or oral sex with a dead person? + + 290. inserted a small animal or creature into your rectum? (Either alive + or dead.) + + 291. had sex, or oral sex with your (dead) dinner animal or creature? + + 292. attempted to have sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a + live animal, but failed? + + 293. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a smallish animal? + (Dogs, cats, rabbits, lab rats, gerbils, etc.) + + 294. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a wild animal? + (Tigers, elephants, cougars, snakes, aardvarks, etc.) + + 295. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a domesticated farm + animal? (Cow, pig, chicken, sheep, etc.) + + 296. mutilated any living animal or creature for your pleasures? + + 297. had sex with a live animal? (Any size.) [These three questions + differ from those above in that ones above measure your variation in + animal choice, and the questions down here measure what you do with + the animals.] + + 298. received oral sex from a live animal? (Any size.) + + 299. gave oral sex to a live animal? (Any size.) + + 300. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with a single type + animal more than once? (Alive or dead.) + + 301. had sex, oral sex, or (mutual) masturbation with more than one kind + of animal? (Alive or dead.) + + 302. cross dressed in the undergarments of the opposite sex for a sexual + purpose? (This means that school plays, initiations, and the such + don't count.) + + 303. stuffed your pants or bra while you were cross-dressed for your + sexual purpose? + + 304. had your head inserted into a urinal or toilet bowl willingly? + (Doing this in a pristine, show-room model does not count.) + + 305. worn an groin underwear on your head? (Panties, jock-strap, etc.) + + 306. eaten, sucked, licked, nibbled, or otherwise inserted unwashed, used + crotch piece of underwear into your mouth while the said underwear + was not being worn at the time? + + 307. deliberately sniffed or smelled the crotch piece of unwashed, used + underwear while it was not being worn at the time? + + 308. played in or with shit? + + 309. worn or used a condom, or any feminine hygiene contraption that has + already been used by someone else? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +This section tries to figure out how many places you have done it. It + applies only to those situations in which you were with someone + else. + +9.2. Locality + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 310. necked or petted in a place of religion? (Church, temple, altar, + Grand Holy Cabbage Head Patch, etc.) + + 311. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of religion? + + 312. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a place + of the dead? (Morgue, mortuary, cemetery, etc.) + + 313. necked or petted in a place of the dead? + + 314. had sex, been involved in oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a + contraption of the dead? (Coffin, hearse, etc.) + + 315. necked or petted in a contraption of the dead? + + 316. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a car, + station wagon, van, minivan, minibus, fuckmobile, or any moderately + sized, land-road based vehicle not in excess of 30,000 pounds net + unladen gross weight? + + 317. necked or petted in a car, station wagon, van, minivan, minibus, + fuckmobile, or any moderately sized, land-road based vehicle not in + excess of 30,000 pounds net unladen gross weight? + + 318. had sex, been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a + land-road based vehicle in excess of 30,000 pounds net unladen gross + weight? (Truck, tank, armored vehicle, road-roller, etc.) + + 319. necked or petted in a land-road based vehicle in excess of 30,000 + pounds net unladen gross weight? + + 320. had sex been involved in oral sex or mutual masturbation in a land + based, non road dependant vehicle? (Train, subway, roller-coaster, + etc.) + + 321. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, + vehicular transport medium locomotion by manual power? (Row boat, + surfboard, floating bathtub, etc. While it may be true that the + surfboard, or whatever, need not be in water at the time, we are + making it the case here; so for it to be valid point, the thing must + be in the water at the time.) + + 322. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, wind + or propeller driven transport medium not in excess of 80 feet? + (Yacht, PT boat, etc.) + + 323. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in a water based, wind + or propeller driven transport medium that is in excess of 80 feet? + (Ship, battleship, aircraft carrier, nuclear submarine, etc.) + + 324. had sex, received oral sex, been masturbated, performed oral sex, + masturbated someone else, necked, or petted in an aircraft? + (Airplane, helicopter, hovercraft, balloon, zeppelin, flying carpet, + flying saucer, etc.) + + 325. had sex in a household room other than a bedroom? + + 326. had sex on the floor (but not the roof)? + + 327. had sex on any furniture that is indoors but is not a bed, table, + desk, counter-top, a nor anything that is predominantly used for + sitting, or to be used as a table/desk? + + 328. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a telephone booth, voting booth, automatic + photograph takers, or any such small, non-moving enclosure that was + not designed for such activities? + + 329. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in an elevator, people-mover, escalator, or any + building internal people moving device? + + 330. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation up a tree but not in a tree house or similar structure? + + 331. had sex participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation on a roof of a building in excess of 5 floors? + + 332. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation inside or within the confines of a hedge, bush, other + natural vegetation which can provide a wall effect, cave, rock + overhang, in a well, or any other secluded, outdoor, non-vegetative + shielding structure? + + 333. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in the snow? (Spring thaw + acceptable.) + + 334. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a place where the + prevailing, ambient temperature (of the air immediately surrounding + you) was below the freezing point of water? + + 335. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in mutual + masturbation in a place where you could have been discovered? + + 336. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a water-filled + bath-tub, hot tub, under a shower, running water (as in waterfalls, + tropical, torrential downpour, monsoons, etc.)? + + 337. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a body of water? + (swimming pool, swimming hole, pond, lake, lagoon, sea, ocean, etc) + + 338. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation in a bathroom of the + opposite sex? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +9.3. Style + + Have you ever done any of the following: + + 339. watched while someone else masturbated? + + 340. orgasm on somebody? + + 341. orgasm in somebody if you are a male or had someone orgasm in you + if you are a female? + + 342. been involved in the use of a penis as a leash or bludgeoning + device? + + 343. been involved in oxygen deprivation for sexual enhancement? + (Nitrous oxide does not count.) + + 344. willingly made video tapes or had pictures taken while having sex, + oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 345. willingly made audio recordings while having sex, oral sex, or + mutual masturbation? + + 346. talked dirty while having sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 347. intentionally made more noise than necessary while having sex, oral + sex, or mutual masturbation so as to put on a good show for whoever + may be listening in? + + 348. had a family pet or domesticated animal walk over you or your + partner during sex? + + 349. had a general emergency arise while you were steeped in sex? (Such + as: house on fire, flash flood, private plane crash lands in your + dwelling...) + + 350. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation with someone in which + there is an age difference of more than 10 years? + + 351. taken nude pictures of someone else? + + 352. had nude pictures of you taken? + + 353. been involved in breast fucking? + + 354. participated in fist-fucking? + + 355. had sex for more than three hours in a single session of sex? + + 356. been bruised during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 357. bruised someone else during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 358. been injured during sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation? + + 359. orgasm more the three times in one session of sex? + + 360. disturbed other people by the making of excessive noise while you + and your partner were having sex? + + 361. had sex, oral sex, or mutual masturbation while you were driving + (the car or boat or whatever vehicle)? + + 362. had sex doggie fashion? + + 363. had sex in the female superior position? + + 364. had sex sitting up? + + 365. had sex standing up? + + 366. had sex upside-down? + + 367. gone through two or more sexual positions without the need for + re-entry? + + 368. fell asleep during sex? + + 369. woken up to someone having sex with you? + + 370. given or received a hickey on your upper, inner thigh? + + 371. been on the receiving of anal sex? + + 372. been on the ramming end of anal sex? + + 373. had sex more than 10 times with 1 person? + + 374. had sex more than 5 times in a 24 hour period? + + 375. had sex more than 10 times in a 24 hour period? + + 376. had sex, participated in oral sex, or participated in masturbation + while someone other than your partner was watching? + + 377. had sex or oral sex while one or both of you were playing a musical + instrument, hacked, watched television, read, drawn or in other + words were preoccupied with something other than sex and lust? + + 378. performed oral sex after intercourse without washing or douching? + + 379. kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing + teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? + + 380. inflicted pain during sex? + + 381. drawn blood by biting during sex? (Hickeys do not count as having + drawn blood.) + + 382. been involved in cunnilingus(Note 20) during the woman's period? + + 383. had sex during the woman's period? + + 384. foot masturbated someone? + + 385. been foot masturbated? + + 386. tongue bathed someone? + + 387. been tongue bathed? + + 388. licked or sucked on someone else's feet and/or toes? + + 389. had your feet and/or toes licked or sucked by someone else? + + 390. licked someone's anus? + + 391. licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + + 392. performed oral sex while the person was urinating? + + 393. drank your own urine? + + 394. tasted or drank someone else's urine? + + 395. drank human blood? + + 396. tasted someone else's nasal mucous? + + 397. been involved in golden showers? + + 398. swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretions? + + 399. used the Purity Test as a checklist of things you could do? + + 400. participated in Purity Testing with an ulterior motive? +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +I. 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It does not come with a warranty, nor +does it guarantee that it will get you laid or make you somehow somewhat better +in bed or the haystack. + +The makers of this test are not responsible for any liabilities or damages +resulting from this test, including but not limited to, paternity suits. Ask +your doctor or pharmacist. +Do not take apart; there are no user serviceable parts inside. + +Propagate (this test) at will, even without the written permission of the +publisher; just don't edit or change it. In reproducing this test, the authors +of this test may exercise droit de seigneur over you, your immediate family, or +fiance(e). You may or may not have additional rights which may vary from state +to state. (i.e. inebriated) + +Not recommended for children under twelve. Parental guidance discouraged and +frowned upon. Pencils, additional paper, and batteries not included. Some +assembly may be required. Does not come with any other figures. + +Drive carefully; 90% of the people in the world are caused by accidents. + +The above is a public service announcement of this institution. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +(1)Rushin' fingers. + +(2)Roamin' hands. + +(3)They come as a set of several balls strung together. These balls are +inserted into the rectum of one of the participants before sex, and are yanked +out, usually by the partner, during orgasm. I think it's supposed to feel good +or something like that. + +(4)Goose: opposite of moon. + +(5)You must be at least 48 inches tall to be allowed on this ride. + +(6)Avec les animaux. + +(7)For clarification: a sadist likes to hurt others. + +(8)For clarification: a masochist likes to receive pain. + +(9)Anal sex. + +(10)Marked interest in excrement; esp. use of feces or filth for sexual +excitement.--Webster's Third New International Dictionary. + An obsession with feces, varied in expression; it may involve the sight and +sound of a person defecating.--The Book of Sex Lists, compiled by A. B. Gerber. +Ballantine Books, New York. 1981. + +(11)3: Masturbation by rubbing against another person.--Webster's. +The need to rub against another stranger, especially in a tightly packed +crowd.--Sex Lists. + +(12)A dependency on being given an enema.--Sex Lists. + +(13)Fascination with the dead; specif: obsession with and usu. erotic +attraction toward and stimulation by corpses typically evidenced by overt acts +(as copulation with a corpse.)--Webster's. + +(14)Abnormal attraction to filth.--Webster's. + A dependency on something soiled or filthy, such as sweaty underwear or used +menstrual pads.--Sex Lists. + +(15)A desire to look at sexually stimulating scenes esp. as a substitute for +actual sexual participation that constitutes a partial or component instinct +often sublimated (as in a desire for learning).--Webster's. + A dependency on looking at sexual organs and watching sexual activity openly. +It is not surreptitious as in voyeurism.--Sex Lists. + +(16)Being dependently responsive to the smell or taste of urine or the sight +and sound of someone urinating.--Sex Lists. + +(17)1: One whose sexual desire is concentrated upon seeing sex organs and +sexual acts -- called also peeping tom. 2: An unduly prying observer usu. in +search of sordid acts or scandalous sights.--Webster's. + Being dependently responsive to the risk of being caught while illicitly +peering at another person or couple undressing or engaged in sexual +activity.--Sex Lists. + +(18)Do NOT attempt this if you have a heart condition, or have a history of +cardiac failures. + +(19)Do NOT attempt this at home. This is an extremely dangerous activity. The +people who perform this feat are highly trained athletes. + +(20)Vaginal oral sex. +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + Table of Contents +Disclaimer of Liability A +Genesis - History B +Instructions for Use C +1. Platonic Relations 1 +2. Auto-erotica and Mono-sexualism 2 +3. Legislative Misfits and Other Ethical Questions 3 +4. Drugs 4 +MORE: [Y],N,NS? 5. Non Platonic 5 +6. Non Primary Choice Relations 6 +7. Alternate Choices 7 +8. Group Sexual Relations 8 +9. Extracurricular, deviant conduct 9 + 9.1. Non sentient objects 9 + 9.2. Locality 10 + + + +Edited By Bannor Kaseryn Note: Nothing from the original test has been +removed. Line Noise due to downloading, extranious capture session garbage, +and More Prompts have been removed and the document as a whole has been +reformatted for printing purposes. + 08-07-1987 + 15:25:23:09 + + <* End Of Run *> + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sextxt.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/sextxt.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..29ed852d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sextxt.hum @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ + What NOT to Name Your Dog + + Everybody who has a dog calls him "Rover" or "Boy." I call mine "Sex". + + Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me. When I went to City Hall to renew +his license, I told the clerk I would like to have a license for Sex. He said, +"I'd like to have one too." Then I said, "But this is a dog." He said, "I don't +care what she looks like." Then I said, "You don't undertand. I've had Sex +since I was nine years old." He said, "You must have been quite a kid!" + + When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told +the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for +Sex. He said that every room in the place was for sex. I said, "You don't +understand, Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too." + + One day I entered Sex in a contest but before the competition began, the dog +ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there looking +around. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me that I +should have sold tickets. "But you don't understand," I said. "I had hoped to +have Sex on TV." He called me a show-off. + + When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the +dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "Me +too." Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me. He said, "Me too." + + Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A +cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in +the morning?" I said, "I'm looking for Sex." My case comes up Friday. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexual_t.qui b/textfiles.com/sex/sexual_t.qui new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cf318711 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexual_t.qui @@ -0,0 +1,101 @@ +Sexual Tension Quiz + +Instructions: For each answer, you will have three clues. Try +to determine what the object or thing is that is being +described. For every correct answer you give, give yourself 2 +points, for every incorrect answer deduct 2 points. + +If you score less than 14 points, you are in need of more +sex. If you score between 14 points and 21 points, you are in +need of more love. If you score over 21 points, you are +classed as having a great sex experience. Now please begin. + +"CLUES" + +1. I am a protrusion that comes in many sizes. + When I'm not well, I drip. + When you blow me, you feel good. + +2. I'm spread before I'm eaten. + Your tongue gets me off. + People sometimes lick my nuts. + +3. I assist an erection. + Sometimes big balls hang from me. + I'm called a big swinger. + +4. Over 1,000 people went down on me. + I wasn't maiden for long. + A big hard thing ripped me open. + +5. You stick your poles inside me. + You tie me down to get me up. + I get wet before you do. + +6. When I go in I cause pain. + I cause you to spit and ask you not to swallow. + I can fill your hole. + +7. A finger goes in me. + You fiddle with me when you're bored. + The best man always has me first. + +8. All day long, it's in and out. + I discharge loads from my shaft. + Both men and women go down on me. + +9. I go in hard. + I come out soft. + You blow me hard. + +10. If I miss, I hit your bush. + It's my job to stuff your box. + When I come, it's news. + +11. I offer Protection. + I get the finger ten times. + You use your fingers to get me off. + +12. I have a stiff shaft. + My tip penetrates. + I come with a quiver. + +13. My business is briefs. + I am a cunning linguist. + I plead and plead for it. + +14. I make some guys shoot in the air. + I usually have a little pecker. + I'm better in your hand than in your bush. + + +(answers below) + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +Answers: + +1. nose 2. peanut butter 3. crane 4. Titanic 5. tent +6. dentist 7. wedding ring 8. elevator 9. chewing gum +10. newspaper boy 11. glove 12. arrow 13. attorney diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexwiz.faq b/textfiles.com/sex/sexwiz.faq new file mode 100644 index 00000000..bd0846d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexwiz.faq @@ -0,0 +1,4170 @@ +From: superdj@cs.mcgill.ca (David JOHNSON) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards,news.answers +Subject: [alt.sex.wizards] FAQ (1/4) +Summary: frequently asked questions for alt.sex.wizards +Message-ID: <1992Dec1.235736.6036@cs.mcgill.ca> +Date: 1 Dec 92 23:57:36 GMT +Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada +Lines: 968 + +Archive-name: alt-sex/wizards-faq/part1 +Last-modified: 1 Dec 1992 + + THE OFFICIAL ALT.SEX.WIZARDS FAQ FILE WITH ANSWERS + -------------------------------------------------- + + (dated December 1, 1992) + +PURPOSE OF THE FAQ FILE + +Alt.sex.wizards may not receive the amount of traffic that +alt.sex does but a FAQ is always nice to educate the new and +bring new information to the old. This FAQ will concentrate on +sexual technique and wizardry and present the necessary data to +keep wizards healthy and happy. Readers of this group have more +than enough to read through without having to filter out +inappropriate posts. To help prevent the constant debating of +these points, this post serves as a guide to the Frequently Asked +Questions. If you are new to this group, please take the time to +read through this file, even if only to read the Table of +Contents. + +This does not mean these things are not subject to further +debate, merely that they HAVE been considered by the readers +here. If you have something significant to add to the subject, +then feel free to post. + +Every effort has been made to keep attributions to authors in +this FAQ file as accurate as possible when available. In many +cases however, the name of the original poster has been lost +through repeated transfers. I have corrected typos and other +errors as I come across them but some slip through, nevertheless. + +This FAQ is by no means complete. If you have suggestions as to +changes or additions please email me at: +superdj@cs.mcgill.ca + +USING THE FAQ FILE + +In order to navigate more easily through this file there are: + +1) separators "-------------------" after most question-answer + sections; + +2) separators "================..." after main categories; + +3) unique question numbering (i.e., cX-Y is category x, + question Y.) + +Use the search function on your editor (you do have an editor, +right?) to jump to ends of sections by searching for "------" or +"========", and to questions by searching for "cX-Y". If your +viewing this with a newsreader use the goto function to navigate +through this file. (In rn use the g command.) The Table of +Contents lists all questions covered in the FAQ. + +Thank you for your support. + +Editor of the FAQ file, +-David Johnson + superdj@cs.mcgill.ca + +[License is hereby granted to republish on electronic media for +which no fees are charged (except for the media used), so long as +the text of this copyright notice and license are attached intact +to any and all republished portion or portions.] + +CHANGES (Dec 1) +- added section on venereal warts. + +FORMER CHANGES (Nov 1) +- added section "How does one make a simulacrum (artificial + orifice)?" *alt.sex.wizards exclusive* (any ideas for more + exclusives? ) + +FORMER CHANGES (Oct 1) +- reformatted to 75 characters per line. + +FORMER CHANGES (Sept 1) +- added section: "Is it possible to get pregnant from anal sex?" +- added section on vibrators. +- updated section on spanish fly + +FUTURE CHANGES +- Section about instructional videos for couples. +- better organization of files. +- Extended section on sexual aids. +- Any suggestions? + +================================================================= + +TABLE OF CONTENTS: + +Category 1. Alt.sex.wizards Terms and Acronyms + +Category 2. A wizard's materials: + c2-1 What are good books to read up on? + c2-2 What stores sell sex-toys, etc. ? + c2-3 Should I buy a vibrator? + What kind of vibrators are there? + Do vibrators 'desensitize' women? + Can I be replaced by a vibrator? + c2-4 How does one make a simulacrum (artificial orifice)? + +Category 3. General stuff + c3-1 What should I do to make (the first attempt at) vaginal + sex easiest? + c3-2 What should I do to make (the first attempt at) oral + sex easiest? + c3-3 What should I do to make (the first attempt at) anal + sex easiest? + c3-4 How does one give a hand job? + c3-5 What is circumcision and why is it done? + c3-6 What is the Venus butterfly? + c3-7 What are the contents of semen? + c3-8 Does what I eat affect the taste of semen/vaginal + fluids? + c3-9 What is and where is the G-Spot? + c3-10 How can females ejaculate? + c3-11 What about oral/vaginal sex during a woman's period? + c3-12 What percent of men and women masturbate? and at what + frequency? + c3-13 What's the average length and width penis? + c3-14 What can one do about premature ejaculation? + c3-15 Is it possible for men to be multi-orgasmic? + c3-16 What are Kegel exercises? + How can one increase the force of ejaculation? + c3-17 What are some good positions to try out? + c3-18 What is the M-spot? + c3-19 What are blue balls? + c3-20 Is spanish fly dangerous? + c3-21 Is it possible to get pregnant from anal sex? + +Category 4. STDs + c4-1 How is the AIDS virus transmitted? and what does a HIV + test show? + c4-2 What is HPV (human papilloma virus)? Treatment? + c4-3 The major sexually transmitted disease (STDs) and their + symptoms (Gonorrhea, Syphilis, Genital Herpes, AIDS, + Pubic Lice (Crabs), Nonspecific Urethritis (NSU), + Hepatitis B are covered.) + c4-4 What are venereal warts? Treatment? + +Category 5. Contraception + c5-1 What are the various methods of contraception? and + their effectiveness rates? and their associated risks + if any? + c5-2 What kinds of condoms are there? + +Appendix 1. List of contributors +Appendix 2. The Teachings of Kama Sutra + +================================================================= + +Category 1. ALT.SEX ACRONYMS AND TERMS + +:),:-) - smiley, indicates humor or sarcasm (many variations + exist) +69 - mutual oral sex +B&D - bondage and discipline (consensual) +BTW - by the way +D&S - Dominance and Submission +FAQ - frequently asked question +IMHO - in my humble/honest opinion +IMNSHO - in my not so humble opinion +LJBF - let's just be friends +MOTAS - member of the appropriate sex +MOTOS - member of the opposite sex +MOTSS - member of the same sex +P&T - Power & Trust +S&M,S/M - sadism and masochism, SexMagik (consensual) +SO - significant other + +anilingus - similar to cunnilingus but with the anus +bestiality - sex with animals +blue balls - see question c3-19 +clitoris - the most sensitive external female sex organ (for + approximate location, see diagram in c3-9, second + article) +cunnilingus - oral sex involving the vulva +dental dam - a piece of latex placed over the vulva during + cunnilingus to protect both partners from STDs. +fellatio - oral sex involving the penis +fisting - inserting a whole HAND into either the vagina or + the anus +gerbiling - the activity of Urban Legend status regarding the + insertion of a gerbil or similarly-sized rodent + into the anus +ObSex - Obligated Sexual Comment/Reference; inserted at + the end of some posts which otherwise have very + little to do with sex. +rimming - similar to anilingus but with the "rim" of the + anus +safeword - the code phrase or word used in any sort of + B&D/S&M activity that really means "Stop NOW." +water sports - sex involving urine or urination (also "scat", sex + involving feces.) + +================================================================= + +Category 2. A wizard's materials: + +c2-1. What are good books to read up on? + + "Man's Body: an owner's manual" + "Woman's Body: an owner's manual" + "More Joy of Sex" + +Elf's (elf@halcyon.com) recommended reading list includes: + + "The New Our Bodies, Ourselves." + The Boston Women's Health Book Collective, 1984. + +I don't care what sex you are, male or female, BUY AND READ THIS +BOOK COVER TO COVER! If you feel it is necessary, ignore the +feminist attitudes taken in the political sections of the book +and rely on the technical details. Although it was written before +the age of AIDS, NorPlant, and RU-486, it contains information on +every other method of birth control, as well as articles on +abortion, reproductive technology, and sexually transmitted +diseases. An utterly invaluable book to women and people who love +them. + + "The Joy of Sex," by Alex Comfort + +Although these two books have a few problems, they are excellent +introductory material for people who wish to try a few new +things. These books were written in the 1970's and it shows; +homosexual and bisexual issues are under the "Problem" header, +for instance. + + "Delicious Sex" by Gael Greene. + +Since I rarely buy "mainstream" sex manuals any more, this one +may be just a typical example. But it does have fun and sexy +examples. + + "Sex for One," by Betty Dodson. + +The best guide to masturbation ever written. + + "Bi Any Other Name" + +Is a useful book for people dealing with their own or a loved +one's bisexuality. + + "Coming to Power" by SAMOIS + +Although primarily written for lesbians, "Coming to Power" is the +most practical guide to SM I have ever had the pleasure of +reading. First Aid, physical and emotional safety, personal +testimonies, politics (sigh), and a few hot stories to boot! Also +useful from the same source, "The Lesbian S/M Safety Manual," not +for lesbians only. + +FICTION: + + "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty," + "Beauty's Punishment," + "Beauty's Release." By Anne Rice, the author of "The Vampire + Lestat" and "The Witching Hour," "The Erotic Adventures of + Sleeping Beauty," is a wonderfully hot and sexy fantasy for + anyone willing to spend a few sleepless hours. Excellent + bathtime reading. + + "Exit to Eden," also by Anne Rice. Another sexy SM story, this + one is set in modern-day New Orleans. + +--------------------------------------- + +c2-2. What stores sell sex-toys, etc.? + +From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) + +There are several different places to buy sex toys. The most +common is the typical "adult" bookstore, where dildoes, +vibrators, and such can be bought. Typically, though, these +places are ugly, dirty, and uncomfortable. + +The most common place for people to buy sextoys are lingerie +stores, which usually have a shelf set up to sell vibrators, +oils, body flavorings and paint. (Recommendations- whipped cream +and strawberry jelly are better than anything you could buy in +one of these places). + +If you want a _real_ quality vibrator, buy a "body massager" at a +major department store, such as Service Merchandise or Bests'. +With wall current you've got all the vibration you could ever +need and never worry about battery failure. Just remember to use +lubricant! + +See c2-3 for more info on vibrators. + +--------------------------------------- + +c2-3. Should I buy a vibrator? + What kind of vibrators are there? + Do vibrators 'desensitize' women? + Can I be replaced by a vibrator? + +From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) + +Vibrators come in three distinct 'types'. Many women find +satisfaction in the most common (and more often thought of), the +classic penis-shaped, battery powered shaft of plastic. These +suffer, however, from a lack of real power and inconvenient +battery death. + +The second type of vibrator, the 'wand' vibrator, overcomes these +problems with wall current. These large, club-shaped vibrators +provide LOTS of stimulation, and wall current provides all the +power you could ask for, but the designers apparently intended +for people not to view these things as sex toys, but as "personal +massagers," and the ungainliness of these things reflects that. + +The third type of vibrator, the 'handle' type, looks vaguely like +a small hairdryer with a small, perpendicular shaft out of the +thicker end to accommodate a variety of soft plastic or latex +heads. The best of all possible worlds, these vibrators never +die, fit in one hand, and can provide a variety of sensations. + +Shower Massagers make a wonderful variation on the classic +vibrator, and if you enjoy the warmth and wetness of the tub, you +probably want to consider investing in a shower massager. Like +the wand and handle vibrators, shower massagers have a host of +uses beyond masturbation, too! + +BUYING A VIBRATOR: Don't make buying a vibrator a traumatizing +experience. If you MUST have one of those penis-shaped things, +most lingerie shops carry them. But most department stores sell +the 'wand' or 'handle' vibrators under the guise of "personal +massagers," and buying one from reputable department stores means +a warranty, you can return it if unsatisfied, and it won't have +"Doc Johnson's Love Machine" emblazoned across it in pink letters +in case mother comes to visit. + +CAVEAT: Before using any mechanical vibrator, apply lubrication! +Your lover probably does not rank friction burns in the same +category as love bites. Use a water-based lubricant, such as K-Y +(always recommended), Aegis, or Wet. + +CAVEAT: Do not purchase a vibrator specifically designed to +deliver heat to the body as a sexual device. If they work on +muscles, great, but don't use them on your cunts and cocks. I +know of at least one case where a woman burned herself with one +of these things because her climaxes were so strong she didn't +notice how much the heater had burned her. + +RECOMMENDATION: I prefer the 'handle' type myself, with the +Con-Air and the Oster "personal massagers" as my all-time +favorites. Oster makes a 'heating' type of vibrator, as well, so +be careful when you buy. + +ADVICE: Nobody knows how to masturbate YOU better than you do, +and the same rule applies to everybody else. Don't use a vibrator +on someone else until you've watched them use it on themselves, +preferably several times. Men, especially, should watch how their +girlfriends/ wives use the vibrator alone before taking the +reins. + +No mechanical piece of plastic can replace the love and affection +of a human being; try to see the vibrator as just another toy, +and not as competition. Some women do experience a temporary +'desensitization' after the effects of a powerful vibrator, but +put the toy away for a week and sensitivity returns to normal. +Vibrators do not cause long-term desensitization. + +Should you buy a vibrator? That's a decision only you can make; I +personally have bought two for my wife, and a shower massage, and +they've made our sex life a whole lot better, not worse. As +always, your mileage may vary. + +--------------------------------------- + +c2-4. How does one make a simulacrum (artificial orifice)? + +From: "The Contrivor" + +Question - We all know women have vibrators and water + massagers, but is there any really good (orgasm + inducing) sex toy for men? + +Answer - Yes, and you can make it yourself. There are + commercial alternatives as well, but they are not + very satisfactory. The device described below, + called "the simulacrum", can be used alone or with + a partner. It can also be held between the legs of + a partner, constituting a form of "safer sex". + +Materials: +1. A piece of foam rubber, approximately 4" x 5" x 6-7". + Generally, the softer the foam the better. You may want to + try more than one grade of foam. High quality, soft, foam + can be purchased at a good upholstery fabric store. +2. A latex, non-lubricated condom. The best brand for this + application is "Gold Circle Coin". +3. An O-ring larger than the diameter of the man's penis. The + average penis is about 1 1/2" in diameter, so the typical + O-ring might be a 1 3/4 inch inner diameter. A good hardware + store will have many sizes of O-rings. +4. A water-based personal lubricant. The best is probably + "Astroglide". Look in any drug store near the female + hygiene/contraceptive department. +5. A wooden clothespin. + +Construction: +1. Cut a slit through the length of the foam, being very + careful not to cut yourself. I recommend wearing leather + gloves and using an electric turkey carving knife. It can be + done with a sharp knife, but is considerably more difficult. + Make the slit about 2" wide, going through the whole length + of the foam. You want plenty of foam all the way around the + slit, so try to center it. See the diagram below. + + __________________ + /. /| + / . / | + 6-7" / . / | + / . _____ / | + / . . . / | + / .___.___.___/_____| + / / . . / / + ------------------- / + | / . . | / + | / . . | / +4" | / ----- | / + | / 2" slit | / + |/ |/ + ------------------- + 5" + +Usage: + +You may want a wet washcloth available. + +1. Unroll the entire condom. +2. Bring the open end of the condom through the O-ring, then + stretch the open end of the condom over the O-ring, the way + that a plastic trash can liner goes on a trash can. +3. Lubricate the inside of the condom with a water-based + lubricant, working the lubricant around to insure that there + are no dry spots. DO NOT USE skin lotion, vaseline, baby + oil, vegetable oil, or any oil based lubricant. Use a water + soluble lubricant such as below: + - Astroglide personal lubricant + - Prepare person lubricant + - HR jelly + - KY jelly + - Today personal lubricant +4. Push the closed end of the condom down into the slit in the + foam. You may find this easier with the wooden clothespin + already clamped onto the tip of the condom. +5. Reach through from the other end of the foam and pull the + closed end of the condom through. Fasten the clothespin on + this end; If the condom is stretched tight a smooth texture + will be achieved, if left looser a rougher texture will be + achieved. +6. Lubricate the penis with the water-based lubricant. If you + use an oil based lubricant, the condom will break. +7. Wipe your hands off on a wet wash cloth. +8. Insert the penis through the O-ring into the foam slit. You + may find this difficult if the inside of the condom is not + fully lubricated, or if the the slit is too small. The width + of the slit will determine the fit. You may wish to vary + this width to find the perfect fit. Be careful -- too tight + and you may irritate your penis -- never a good thing! +9. The foam may be moved with hands, or wedged between pillows, + or against a bed. It is recommended that the user experiment + with various speeds, angles, pressures and so on. Slow + rotation is particularly recommended. It is possible to + rotate, flex, change the angle of movement etc., in order to + provide different effects. Also, the amount of lubricant + used and the tension on the condom before attaching the + clothespin will affect the texture and sensation achieved. + Also, a drop or two of honey may be added as a thickening + agent, to increase the amount of friction. + +I'm interested in hearing feedback about the simulacrum. Please +post your feedback to alt.sex.wizards. + +- The Contrivor + +================================================================= + +Category 3. GENERAL STUFF + +c3-1. What should I do to make (the first attempt at) vaginal + sex easiest? + +FOR THE VIRGIN FEMALE: + +1) Do it in a place where she feels safe, ideally in her own + bedroom. +2) Do it at a secure time, when roommates won't come barging + in, a firedrill is unlikely, etc. +3) Simulate it in advance: + a. Go almost all the way. + b. Practice the thrusting motions of sex while fully + clothed. + c. Have her give you a "hand job" so that she will know + what your body does when you have an orgasm. + d. Have a bright lights "show and tell" session, to allow + you to feel secure around each other's naked bodies. +4) Plan it, but don't talk about it being planned, on the + actual day that you do it. +5) Stretch the vagina out a lot with the fingers in advance. If + she feels comfortable with the idea, she can even do this + herself when you're not around. +6) Remember that it is her day--everything, within reason, + should be done how she wants. +7) Spend the day with her beforehand; do something fun but + generic-- if you do something complicated, it will become + "your" thing to do together forever, due to the association, + so make sure it's something you can stand doing again on any + potential anniversaries. +8) Have a special dinner before you "start." + a. Nothing that can possibly upset the stomach. + b. A moderate amount, even if you're nervous. You should + both stay a little hungry and not feel bloated. +9) Use plenty of lubricant. I recommend k-y jelly for the first + few times; after that you may want to consider a slightly + less slippery but spermicidal lubricant, several brands are + available commercially. +10) Entry should be "missionary" style, this leaves the vagina + as wide open as possible. Some women find that placing a + pillow under the buttocks enhances this effect, others have + said it doesn't matter. +11) If she can do it, she may be best off to do the actual entry + herself, but many women would rather not. +12) There's no point in getting it over with right away, since + it will only hurt the next time, but there is also no need + to draw it out. + I'd say 10-30 minutes is a good range, but it is actually + going to vary a lot depending on the particular couple + involved. +13) Take forever, if necessary, before putting it in. Only when + the woman is really ready should this be done. I'd recommend + asking verbally, and then interpreting that to see if she + really means it's time. +14) Stay with her afterwards. Spend the night, at least. If + possible, take her to do something spontaneous the next day. + Discuss what happened if she wants to, many women won't want + to until some later time. +15) Encourage her to talk to other women ahead of time to give + her some idea of what to expect. The unknown means fear, + fear leads to tension, tension leads to difficulty relaxing, + and difficulty relaxing leads to pain. +16) A useful technique, for guys who can do this, is to keep the + erection soft, at a sort of middling state, and then push + the penis in with a finger. Then slowly let it harden. This + will produce a stretching rather than a sudden opening of + the vagina. If you can't do this, then at least go in slowly + and gently, "getting it over with fast" is not likely to be + better. +17) Be more or less "in love." This is something you can't just + decide to do, but it can help to wait until you love each + other. + +FOR THE VIRGIN MALE: +(from: Carole Ashmore) + +OK. This is on the assumption that he's told you it's going to be +his first (some men tell you *afterward*) and that the two of you +are not first-timers fumbling together. In the both-first-timers +case I recommend strong egos, mutual respect and affection, and a +great sense of humor. Also theoretical knowledge *helps*. Read +the fucking manual. (Sorry I just couldn't resist the play on +words.) I recommend anything by Alex Comfort; THE JOY OF SEX and +THE FACTS OF LOVE are very good. + +But on the assumption that he is a virgin and you are +experienced: + +1. There is a socially prevalent notion that men make love and + women are made love to, so an experienced woman with an + inexperienced man is going to be gritting her teeth enduring + his fumbling ineptitude. *Actively counter this notion.* + Tell him the thought of his being a virgin makes it a + special and especially delightful encounter for you. Tell + him the thought of initiating him into the joys of love- + making is *very sexy for you*. Strongly convey the notion + that you expect to have a great sexual experience based on + his attractiveness, his enjoyment, and *your* skill. Make + him believe that he has no responsibility for 'making this + work' and can just enjoy it. +2. Take the initiative physically. You kiss him, don't wait for + him to kiss you. You start undressing him. You make the move + in the direction of the bedroom. ETC. On the other hand, + don't insist on the initiative if he takes it eagerly -- be + appreciative, encourage it, but don't go limp and assume + he'll take it from here. +3. Tell him you find at least one thing about his body + particularly attractive. Stay away from "You have beautiful + eyes.", but almost anything else will do: Tell him you love + men with hairy chests, or tell him he has a great ass, or + tell him men with strong hands particularly turn you on, or + tell him you love the way he smells, or tell him running + your fingers through his hair is *so* sensual, or... + something *specific*, not just, "You've got a great body." + or "You're so sexy." After you tell him this, *show* him-- + run your fingers through his hair, enjoy grabbing the sexy + ass, etc. as appropriate. +4. Tell him you find at least one thing he does particularly + attractive -- again, it is the *specific* thing that is + believed and appreciated. "I love the way you kiss." or + "Yes, touch me exactly like that." beats the hell out of + "You're a great lover." +5. He's going to be convinced he was either too fast or too + slow -- the chances of simultaneous orgasm after whatever + the culture has led him to believe is the 'proper' amount of + time are just about nil. So be prepared ahead of time to + convince him that this: + A. isn't a problem B. happens to just about everybody. For + 'too fast' tell him the first time just takes the edge off + and he (not you) will have more time to enjoy the next + session of lovemaking -- and meanwhile he has this wonderful + opportunity (of *unspecified* length) to learn what pleases + you while he's not so distracted. Assure him that you + consider 'not being too distracted while learning' an + *advantage* in lovemaking. For 'too slow' tell him you + *enjoy* prolonged lovemaking -- either it gives you a chance + for more than one orgasm or it gives you a chance to enjoy + the wonderful sensuality of post-orgasmic sex. If it's + obvious that it's too slow for him, that he's not going to + make it if he keeps at it for the next two hours, let him + know that he gave *you* a wonderful time and that + everybody's nervous the first time, he'll be more relaxed + and ready to enjoy it in the morning. +6. Tell him you want to sleep with him again; don't assume he + knows it -- don't make him ask, you ask. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-2. What should I do to make (the first attempt at) oral + sex easiest? (See questions c3-4 and c3-9 for the + related topics, hand jobs and the G-spot) + +From: hurd@fraser.sfu.ca (Peter L. Hurd) +Message-ID: +Date: Sat, 7 Mar 1992 05:46:19 GMT + +So I asked the expert, she said: + +1) really like the penis that you're sucking +2) don't let any air in through the back of the throat, big + vacuum. +3) Horizontal strumming with the tongue across the base of the + head on the underside to get limp penises up +4) Use the top of the tongue to make friction on the head, + pressing it up against the roof of the mouth. + +I'd add: watch the teeth & I know this isn't anything new or +exciting, it's really difficult to describe how to perform oral +sex on a man, just as it is very difficult to describe to someone +how to tie shoelaces or bowties. But for the good of the species, +I think it's worth a try. + +From: sesharp@happy.colorado.edu + +The best way to learn is to experiment and learn from feedback. +Different people like different things. There are some general +comments that might be worth making. At the least it will get +someone to contradict me and start a useful discussion. + +FOR HIM: + +Deep-throating apparently requires handling the gag reflex by +swallowing when it happens. In my opinion, it isn't that +important. Complete enclosure isn't the strong point of oral +stimulation. If that is important to you, try something else. She +may be able to help by using her hands on the part of the shaft +she can't enclose. The advantage of oral stimulation is the +control and variety it provides, which are only available with +shallower penetration anyway. + +From others.somewhere.edu: + +I find that it helps if you are hungry when you do it. Never +attempt going down on a guy if you've eaten a big meal recently. +Make sure that you're not thirsty when you start. For some reason +thirst closes up the back of your throat. + +Also, concentrate on breathing through your nose deeply while +doing it. (This is the only way I can hold off chocking on my +toothbrush every morning.) + +According to Linda Lovelace of "Deep Throat" fame, the most +comfortable way to give a blow job is if your throat is straight. +In order to achieve this, try laying on his chest. + +She also suggests that you practice by sticking your fingers down +your throat and wiggling them around til you feel the gag reflex +and then ease off. Repeat until you've defeated the reflex, it'll +take time she says. + +From sesharp@happy.colorado.edu: + +FOR HER: + +First of all, recognize that women prefer gentler and more +rhythmic stimulation than men. An advantage of using the tongue +instead of the fingers is that it naturally produces about the +right amount of pressure. Stimulation inside the vagina needs to +be firmer and also requires more reach, so it is better handled +with the fingers. If she is sensitive internally, there is no +reason to be a purist and insist on using only your mouth. Trying +to apply firm pressure or get too much reach with my tongue is +the only way I've ever had it get tired. Otherwise it seems to be +inexhaustible for hours. + +The tongue and lips are obviously the source of most oral +stimulation. I have read descriptions of using the teeth for +stimulation but I don't recommend it. The tissues are very +sensitive and one uncontrolled body movement from her could cause +a lot of pain and leave a scratch. This can also occur with +fingernails, so keep them short, with no rough edges. The only +use I've found for teeth during oral sex is pressing their front +surface through the cushion of the upper lip to apply firm +pressure to the buried root of the clitoris at the base of the +pubic bone. If she really wants hard pressure on the clitoris, +you might try using your teeth with your lips rolled inwards to +cover the surfaces (a technique borrowed from nipple +stimulation). + +The clitoris is your main area of concentration. Some women don't +like it to be stimulated directly because it is too sensitive. It +also may disappear under its hood at some stages of arousal and +stopping to try and locate it again disrupts the stimulation. In +both these cases, the hood and labia (lips) nearby should be +stimulated to indirectly stimulate the clitoris. The labia are +sensitive themselves as well. Trying to stimulate the vagina +orally is difficult and not very effective except for a little +variety. I've always found the 69 (mutual oral sex) positions +give the wrong angle for best access, though that might be due to +less experience with them. They definitely make it more difficult +for the female to stimulate the male well, since they place the +sensitive underside of the penis away from her tongue. It is +usually better to take turns giving and receiving anyway, just to +avoid distraction. + +There is a wide variety of types of stimulation that can be used. +The tongue can be used flat to broadly stroke areas or pointed to +tease a small area. Linear, circular or any other imaginable +motions can be used. The lips can apply suction, press something +between them, or have their wet and outward rolled inner surfaces +used for broad strokes like the tongue. The nose can provide some +interesting stimulation when the tongue is occupied lower down. +Mustaches and beards can be used to tickle with. + +You can blow a narrow stream of cool air at a spot or breathe +warm air over an entire area (just don't try to inflate the +vagina; it may be dangerous). Experiment and find out what works +best for you and your partner. It may change at different times +and levels of arousal. Light teasing and varied stimulation are +good for early arousal, but steady rhythmic stimulation is best +for bringing her to orgasm. You just have to learn her responses +to avoid changing stimulation too quickly for her to get excited +or staying with the same stimulation after it has lost +effectiveness. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-3. What should I do to make (the first attempt at) anal + sex easiest? + +Compiled, edited, and reorganized by adchen@phoenix.princeton.edu +with material from (stsou@hpcupt1.cup.hp.com (Sharon Tsou), KAT, +clw5@po.CWRU.Edu (Christopher L. Wood), kwatsi@athena.mit.edu +(Atomic Playboy), and rpeck@jessica.stanford.edu (Raymond Peck) + +STRETCH FIRST + +The key to attempting anal sex is two-fold: stretching exercises +and relaxation. This is to accomplish two things: + +1) to get your virgin ass used to something inside it, and +2) to get your ass used to something as large as your partner's + cock. + +Stretching exercises will give you a chance to learn the needed +relaxation for the first attempt. The faster you learn to relax +the muscles involved, the easier it will be. You can use either a +dildo or fingers for the stretching exercises. + +USING A DILDO + +These are available at just about every adult bookstore and many +mail-order places. Once you get one, you should just practice +using it. You'll probably find it easier to at least use some +lubricant, at least on the first couple inches of it (more on +this later), as well as on your asshole, and a little inside your +anus. + +This is to make the penetration much easier. The actual +penetration of the head of the penis is probably the most +difficult part, which is why a dildo is more realistic, and you +should most likely spend a fair amount of time getting used to +it. This can either be just inserting it up to the head, then +pulling it out and putting it in again, or completely inserting +it, and then removing it. You should do it enough until you get +to the point where you feel pretty comfortable with it. (Well, as +comfortable as it can be.). + +There are two steps to practice insertion with the dildo. First, +you want to insert it the "normal" way, moving and rotating the +dildo around to find the most comfortable position for you. Do it +this way, so that you know which ways are more acceptable, and +which ways are more difficult or feel a bit painful. + +When you have this down, you want to repeat the "exercise", only +now trying to keep the dildo as stationary as possible, moving +your ass and body to facilitate its entry. This is a better +simulation of when he really tries to penetrate you, because +(especially if you're on the bottom and he's on the top) you +really can't expect to be able to reach around and move his cock +to where you want it. You're going to have to be able to adjust +your body to his thrusts. I really can't tell you the best way to +do this, although doing it in whatever position you expect to be +in with him (on your stomach or back, for example) would probably +be the best way to also practice it. + +USING FINGERS + +All you need are your or your partner's fingers. Of course, you +can't have long nails. You start out by slowly pushing one well- +lubricated finger (index is best and hand lotion or vaginal +juices work fine). + +Slowly move this in and out, gradually pressing more against the +walls of the anus. Since an "anal virgin" will probably be +nervous about this, his/her anal muscles will tend to contract, +causing pain. So it helps if he/she/you (I'll use 'she' from now +on) reads, listens to music, or masturbates so her mind will be +off her anus. After the muscles loosen up, put another finger in +along with the first, and then keep moving them the same way. +Eventually, add a third, and, usually, by the time you can put +four fingers in comfortably, an average sized penis should be +able to fit (although keep in mind most penises are *longer* than +fingers, so you may not be able to push it in as far). + +THE REAL THING + +USE A CONDOM AND LUBRICANT + +When the time comes that you do have anal sex with him, I would +recommend having a condom. I think we all know the potential +dangers of sex (especially anal sex) when not using one, so +there's no real explanation needed. + +They also help reduce the mess (although if you go to the +bathroom before this, and wash your ass with a wet rag, the +inside of your rectum will be quite clean, and you should be able +to put a finger in it without it picking up any solid particles), +and you can have anal sex with a condom on, then pull off the +condom and have vaginal sex. Remember to urinate before getting +buttfucked, because this position puts pressure on the bladder. + +The next item is a good lubricant. I always use it with my one +inch thick dildo, so I have to think you would definitely need to +use some with a much larger real cock. While Vaseline is okay to +use when practising yourself, it is unacceptable to use when +using a condom, since it will start to break the latex down. KY +is usually the preferred choice. + +Lube up both the outside of the anus and the penis shaft (very +important!). Any lubricant that is condom compatible is ok, that +means water-based. So do not use vaseline, baby oil, or cold +cream. Use KY Jelly, AstroGlide, HR, or PrePair. PrePair is a +good one because it contains nonoxynyl-9, which is a spermicide +that also can kill many bacteria. Spit is also a viable +lubricant, provided that you keep replenishing it. It evaporates +more readily than other lubricants, especially during lengthy (ho +ho) sessions, so you'll have to be aware. + +GOING FOR IT: take it *slow* + +Okay, now that we've got the preparatory details out of the way, +it's time to enter. You should proceed VERY slowly. Place the +head of your penis against the anus, and then, apply a SMALL +amount of pressure so that the penis enters very slowly. It is +important to maintain control on entry because if you apply too +much pressure and the anal muscles just 'give way' it could hurt +like hell. Once you two become accustomed to doing this, it will +become much easier. + +Getting inside may take anywhere from 15 seconds to 15 minutes. +Don't be impatient! If you push too hard or go too fast, you can +tear her. This isn't really serious, but it'll surely end your +fun for the day! She may want you to ease up on the pressure at +times to allow her body to get used to the opening. When she +gives you the go-ahead, it often helps to do a bit of short +stroking, starting with ~1/8" and going to maybe 1". When you +start to slide inside, she will most likely open up and relax +better. + +Don't start out thrusting, just gently move back and forth, or +just get it inside and rest it there until she's used to it. + +This is the most important part for her comfort and pleasure. +Basically, you apply a bit of pressure, and as she relaxes she +will let you in. Sometimes the act of her "pushing out" (like +defecating) will relax her sphincter. After you become more used +to it, a slight (~ 1/4") pumping of the pressure will let her +open up faster. + +Sometimes she will find it painful for you to go in all the way: +it's similar to hitting the cervix. Don't go in all the way! Just +be very gentle at bottom of the stroke 'till it eases up. + +After a while, if she is properly relaxed, you should not need to +be gentle: you can pump away with mad abandon. In fact, some find +this most stimulating. I pump all the way in, and then all the +way out, pulling completely out of her for a moment (although not +too long, 'cause she'll start to contract right away). + +OTHER STUFF + +Never switch orifices (i.e. going from anal to vaginal play) +without carefully washing with soap and water. Bacteria from the +colon can cause nasty vaginal infections. If you are using sex +toys (dildos or anal plugs) cover it with a condom first, so you +can simply pull off the condom and put on a fresh one to use on +another orifice or another partner, provided that you don't have +contaminated lubricant oozing all over the place. + +You may or may not be need some type of pillow. This is basically +to prop under the ass or lay under the stomach to make the angle +of penetration a little easier. Whether you need this will depend +on where you have sex (it may be impractical to bring one, or the +positioning may be good enough already). + +If you are into learning from pornography (and if you just want a +good laugh ;-)) I would suggest that you check out Hollywood +Video's "The Best of Caught From Behind: Part II". It's very +pornographic, very informative, and very funny. It's up to you +though. + +POSITIONS + +As for positions, it's usually easiest for insertion (unless +she's *really* excited!) in the spoon position. This also gives +you access to easily stimulate her in other ways. Be careful not +to transfer anything from the anal region to the vagina: this can +cause infections. I usually keep a set of fingers or a hand +"clean" for this purpose. This is also, of course, important for +non-intercourse anal stimulation, such as cunnilingus with some +fingers rubbing, some inside her vagina, and some in her anus. +Keep those fingers partitioned! + +We usually switch to "on the knees-face in the pillow, her +pressing hard on her clit and pubic bone", to avoid severe +abrasion burns! ;-) Spoon position allows her more control over +initial insertion, while the other, well, it has its own +advantages! + +The other positions, after initial insertion, to face-to-face, +with her legs on my shoulders. This really allows some serious +depth. + +The position depends largely on how well you two fit together. If +you are tall and if your SO is short, you might want to try +having her lie flat on her stomach. You could also have her lie +on her back with her knees drawn up. In this situation, it might +be a good idea to place a pillow under her buttocks (depending on +what the two of you like). If dimensional factors permit, she +could also be on her hands and knees. + +--------------------------------------- + +From: superdj@cs.mcgill.ca (David JOHNSON) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards,news.answers +Subject: [alt.sex.wizards] FAQ (2/4) +Summary: frequently asked questions for alt.sex.wizards +Message-ID: <1992Dec1.235756.6106@cs.mcgill.ca> +Date: 1 Dec 92 23:57:56 GMT +Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada +Lines: 1074 + +Archive-name: alt-sex/wizards-faq/part2 +Last-modified: 1 Dec 1992 + +c3-4. How does one give a hand job? + + How to Give the Perfect Hand Job + + by Brooks Peters + +Sex means more than intercourse; exploring all the different +variations enhances your sex life and keeps it from getting +stale. Masturbating your partner can be very exciting for both of +you. So, read on and learn how to let your fingers do the +walking. + +Mutual masturbation can be a thrilling experience, but first, we +need to study the basics of manual technique. Most men feel women +aren't skilled at handling penises. Their grips are too limp, +lacking conviction and exuberance. They seem afraid to apply +pressure, yet often pull or tug at inappropriate moments, +disrupting the rhythm. They also have a tendency to scratch. +Clearly, we all need to be more knowledgeable about the proper +methods of mutual masturbation. Either you or your partner can +perform the following exercises. But it is written with an +experienced woman in mind. + +The first concern is always a matter of size. Is it large or +small? Somewhere in between? No issue has ever received greater +attention than the size of a man's penis. Man's obsession with +cock size is probably a mental vestige of his primitive primate +past, but as far as human sexuality is concerned, it's a waste of +time. A large penis doesn't have any effect on a woman's physical +enjoyment unless she has a deep-seated psychological attachment +to well-endowed men. + +How about its shape? Is it curved like a boomerang or is it +straight like an arrow? Does your fist fit around the spongy mass +of the shaft? Does your hand completely engulf it? This is good +because you can squeeze it all at once. But don't be an organ +grinder. Be gentle, yet firm. If the penis has an unusual girth, +your hand may not completely encircle it. In such cases, try both +hands to insure you don't miss any of the tender areas while +stroking. + +Explore every square inch of his genital surface area. A man +loves to have his penis worshipped, played with, tickled, +fondled, massaged. Let him know that you are not afraid, ashamed +or disgusted. + +Don't start stroking or jerking quite yet. Just feel the fullness +of it all. Let your fingers run from the balls to the top of the +cock head, swirl around there, then slide back down the other +half and end back down at the balls.The movements should be swift +and smooth, without bumping or stalling. + +Now you're ready for some stepped-up action, but you don't want +to suddenly lapse into a series of beatings, whackings, jackings +and jerkings. Tease the more sensitive areas of the penis. These +include: the glans and corona, and the tender part of the bottom +side of his penis. + +Bring your palm up to the top of the glans and park it there flat +out, fingers held together and stiff, thumb pointed straight out. +Spin it around as if you were trying desperately to remove the +tight lid of a jar. Your man will be groaning in delicious agony. +The glans is super sensitive and this motion will bring him +exquisite pleasure. He might grimace and cry out, and probably +try to push your hand away, but he's loving every second of it. +Now's your chance to be the one who ploughs ahead even though +he's pleading with you to stop! + +After you've done this for a while, slip your hand down his +testicles and ever-so-gently grab them in your fingers, softly +tugging them down away from his shaft. If they are big and bulky, +like Grade AA eggs, bounce them up and down a couple of times in +your hand. Tell him how heavy they feel, how sexy they are. +Whatever you do, don't squeeze them! This could put a real damper +on your lovemaking for the rest of the day. You might notice that +one of his nuts hangs lower than the other. This is perfectly +normal. Once you feel comfortable with the way his balls feel in +your hand, gently roll them up the underside of his shaft. +Depending on their size and the amount of room in the scrotum, +they will most likely reach to half way of his penis. He will +like the way this feels. + +Now, let go of his testicles and bring your fingers together in a +makeshift goosehead formation. Very lightly, begin to stroke his +erection with your fingers, running them all over his sensitive +shaft and balls. You may wish to slip the pocket of your +goosehead handhold over the tip of his penis, letting it rest +there for a few seconds. + +About this time the penis will probably start to emit its natural +lubricant. Pre-seminal fluid is nature's way of moistening the +canal of the urethra so that the spermatozoa can swim more easily +out of it; it also lubricates the head of the penis. An +uncircumcised penis gathers up this lubricant within the foreskin +and keeps the head very moist and slick. Use the juice to +lubricate the shaft. Sometimes, its musky smell can be an +aromatic aphrodisiac for you both. + +If there is little or no pre-cum, don't be concerned. It is not a +requirement, and it doesn't always appear at exactly the same +time. + +In any case a good lubricant will work just as well. Add a drop +of moisturizing lotion to the shaft and gently rub it in. +Alexandra Penney, in her book, "How to Make Love to a Man", is +very keen on massaging the lotion between one's hands before +putting it on the penis because sometimes the cream is cold and +the palm-rubbing warms it up. + +If your partner doesn't seem to have a very firm erection, try +using a cinnamon-based ointment which you can find at your local +sex novelty store or acquire through a mail catalog. The slight +burning sensation often causes the penis to become rock-hard. +Adding a little dab to the testicles also helps. If you really +want to do a number on him, slip a dollop of Ben-Gay on his balls +and watch him go through the roof. + +One of the secrets of great manual sex is varying your hand +motions. Here are a few indispensable techniques: + +SWITCH HITTER +Use both hands, alternating back and forth in a pattern you +develop to offer him the most arousal. He will notice the +difference. Don't get into a routine where the strokes are dull, +and noncommittal. Give it to him good. Get him to the point where +he's singing out, "I second that hand motion!" + +DOUBLE WHAMMY +How about going double or nothing! Bring both well-lubricated +hands down on his shaft. Some cocks are so big they require both +hands. If your partner's doesn't, then use the other hand to +caress and lightly flutter his balls, or tighten around the base +of his shaft. If both hands fit along the length of the shaft, +move then together, up and down, in the typical pumping motion. +Pretend you're holding a baseball bat and are about to score a +grand slam. You can also vary the directions of your hands, one +up, one down at the same time. There's no doubt that two hands +are better than one. + +THE ANVIL STROKE +Bring one hand down, letting it stroke the penis from the top all +the way to the bottom. When it hits the bottom, release it. +Meanwhile you're bringing your corresponding hand down to the top +of the shaft, creating an alternating beating motion, hence the +name "anvil stroke." Think of those blacksmith duos who keep up a +double beat pounding motion as they beat that rod of iron on a +piping-hot anvil. + +THE SHUTTLE COCK +Not many people have heard of the "shuttle cock," but it's one of +the best. Take the penis in both hands, fingers lightly touching +the sides of the shaft. In order to visualize the position, think +of yourself holding a clarinet. Now flick the penis back and +forth between your two hands by holding on to the loose skin of +the shaft. Shuttling it back and forth in this manner may not +seem incredibly thrilling to him at first, but pretty soon, as it +builds up momentum, it will drive him out of his mind. Orgasms +encountered via this method are sometimes messy, but always +memorable. + +THE BOOKENDS +Place both of your hands side by side against his shaft like a +pair of bookends. Now push hard against his penis. Then lift your +hands up and down. Continue in this manner for a while. The +constant tugging of the skin around the balls and the mons pubis +will do the trick. + +THE FLAME +Place your hands down on either side, your fingers pointing away +from the cock. Pretend you're a campfire girl and start spinning +his pecker like a stick of wood. This way you'll keep the home +fires burning for a long time to come. + +THE BASE CLUTCH +Tighten your thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft, +pressing down on the balls. This will cut off the blood (acting +as an impromptu cock ring) and help you steady the shaft in your +hand. If the skin on it is slick and immutable, you can stroke +the penis with more friction, thereby enhancing the excruciating +experience. + +THE LOVE TUG +As you are stroking him, lightly pull on the wispy strands of +pubic hair sprouting from his testicles. Don't pull so hard that +you remove them, but tease them gently, lovingly. This will make +him holler with delight and awe at your inventiveness. + +THE TWO-TIMER +Tickle his balls with one hand while the other jerks him up and +down. + +THE THIGH-SWATTER +Use the hand that is currently unemployed to firmly but lovingly +pat his inner thighs. + +BEST FIST FORWARD +Place your fist against his perineum as you're stroking him. +He'll probably start opening his legs a little wider, giving you +more space to press against. Guaranteed to drive him wild. + +As always, it is the psychological impact of what you are doing +that makes the sex so satisfying. Let your mind escape into the +uncharted wilderness of fantasy. As a sexual pioneer, it is your +manifest destiny to explore the outer limits of your sensuality. + +From: "The Contrivor" + +"How to give the perfect handjob" has inspired the following +additions. + +All of the techniques below require good lubrication... Vaseline +or alboline are recommended. A fifty/fifty mixture of these two +lubricants is excellent. + +THE MILKER Opposite of the Anvil - Hands alternate 'milking' up +the penis, starting at the base and working all the way up past +the tip. + +THE PERPETUAL PENETRATION Like the Anvil, but rather than just +grabbing the penis at the top, let his penis 'penetrate' into +your fist on each stroke. Before the head of his penis pops out +of your hand, bring the other hand up for the next penetration. +This way it seems to him like he is penetrating deeper and deeper +into an infinite vagina. Make sure you keep the penetration +continuous for best results. Try faster or slower to taste. + +THE PALM SWIRL - Use your open palm to swirl around the head, the +way your tongue would lick an ice cream cone. This sensitizes the +head, and will make it get larger and turn (even more) red. Try +reversing direction for a surprise. + +TINY CIRCLES - As in "The Palm Swirl", use your open palm on his +glans, but stop at each "hour of the clock", and make circular +motions with your open palm. This will make this part of the head +EXTREMELY sensitive, so move to the next hour after a few +circles. + +THE RING - Make a ring with your thumb and forefinger, and pump +up and down with this ring. When you get to the top, close the +ring, then make him squeeze his way in as you slide back down to +the bottom. + +THE DOOR KNOB - Turn the head of his penis like a you're trying +to open a door knob coated with grease. It won't turn, but he may +flip. Now try turning the other way. Repeat. + +THE SHAFT - Stroke only his shaft, ignoring the head. You will +notice it swelling and turning red. When it's bright red and rock +hard, use the Door Knob, the Palm Swirl, or the Perpetual +Penetration. + +THE SPOT PINCH -- Lightly and slowly run a finger up the under +side of his cock. Ask him to tell you where the most sensitive +spot is. Pinch it, squeeze it, nibble it, tease it. This is a +good spot to pinch to turn a soft cock rock solid. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-5. What is circumcision and why is it done? + +From: Travis Lee Winfrey + +"Male circumcision is the surgical removal of the foreskin from +the penis. When performed in a hospital, it is usually done +shortly after birth by a doctor or midwife. Circumcisions are +also given to Jewish boys by a _mohel_ in a ceremony eight days +after birth. Some (all?) Islamic boys are circumcised when they +are older, around 12. The majority of American boys are +circumcised. + +Common reasons for circumcision include: better hygiene, "normal" +or "better" appearance, and "his penis should look like his +father's." Common reasons against circumcision include: it is no +longer necessary for hygienic reasons; it is a painful, barbaric +practice; possibility of infection or surgical error; "normal" or +"better" appearance; "his penis should look like his father's."; +and "greater sensitivity of uncircumcised penis." + +Female circumcision is used to refer to a variety of practices, +including the removal of the clitoral hood. It is primarily +practised in Northern Africa.'' + +-------------------------------- + +c3-6. What is the Venus butterfly? + +This is allegedly a technique which is supposed to do orgasmic +wonders. It was mentioned in an episode of L.A. Law, but of +course, was never explained. Some people have suggested a method +that might fit the name: Put your palms together, finger to +finger, spread your fingers, and insert one pair of fingers into +the vagina, another into the anus, plus another pair, stimulating +the clitoris. This provides a sort of triple stimulation. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-7. What are the contents of semen? + +From _SEX A TO Z_ by Robert M. Goldenson, Ph.D., and Kenneth N. +Anderson Copyright 1989 by Walter D. Glanze, Pub. by World +Almanac, P. 243: + +Semen content - + a term usually referring to the total content of semen + (whereas the term semen analysis usually refers to the + analysis of sperm). The question of semen content arises + especially among persons who regularly swallow semen, as in + fellatio, and who are concerned about calorie intake and + nutritional substances. The average ejaculate of aboutonia, + ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, chlorine, + cholesterol, choline, citric acid, creatine, + deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), fructose, glutathione, + hyaluronidase, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, + phosphorus, potassium, purine, pyrimidine, pyruvic acid, + sodium, sorbitol, spermidine, spermine, urea, uric acid, + vitamin b12, zinc...For analysis of sperm, see SEMEN + ANALYSIS. + +Note FRUCTOSE and SODIUM (salt) ARE listed. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-8. Does what I eat affect the taste of semen/vaginal + fluids? + +From: unknown + +The old adage "You are what you eat" has been known for a long +time. I have heard that the Chinese, most of whom have a genetic +trait commonly known as Lactose Intolerance, think that +Westerners "smell funny" and this has been attributed to the milk +in the Western diet. + +Regarding vegetables, one of my old girlfriends had a habit of +eating a lot of sweet fruits and veggies; she tasted wonderful. +On the other hand, Xaviera Hollander (The Happy Hooker; Call Me +Madam) once gave advice to a man who was seriously considering +becoming a gigolo: Don't eat spicy foods. Your customers will +smell it in your natural odor and may end up tasting it in your +semen--a bad experience to receive. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-9. What is and where is the G-Spot? + +FIRST ARTICLE (Author: unknown) + +G wiz aka g-spot aka Grafenberg spot + +Summary: +1) The g-spot exists in all women. +2) sensitivity varies. +3) Reaction/interpretation/openness varies. + +G-spot IS female analog to prostate. It really does exist. + +The road map (can by used by a man/woman with a woman partner or +a woman on herself). + +Start from the pubic bone, it is the bone running across the +lower end of the abdominal region -- between the thighs and a +little above the clitoris and labia. The g-spot is behind this +bone -- so you need to find a way around to the other side. +Fortunately, there is an alternate approach in women -- up the +vagina. The walls of the vagina are somewhat wrinkly, a testimony +to how much the vagina can stretch (say to the size of a baby's +head). On the forward surface there is a smoother patch in about +2 knuckles (1.5-3 inches, 3.5-7 cm.). If a woman was to lay her +palm on to of her clitoris and curl a finger (or fingers) in to +the vagina in to a loose clench, the tips would be in the right +region. The g-spot is buried under some layers of tissue so it +may take some pressure to stimulate this area. + +Repeating some general hints. + + Arousal of the g-spot is usually more effective if the woman + is already sexually aroused. + + Sharp or long nails are probably a no-no. + Some pressure may be necessary. Two fingers are usually + employed -- esp. since few people use mechanical typewriters + (which would give fingers strength and endurance). + + Initial sensations in the woman may be a) discomfort, an + urge to urinate (the urethra from the bladder is being + stimulated), or a pleasurable sensation. + + As stimulation continues (few minutes), the g-spot will + begin to swell. "Continued stimulation of the area _may_ + result in an orgasm that is often quite intense." [see above + regarding being sexually aroused -- first. No arousal -- no + orgasm]. + + Ejaculation is possible, but the fluid is different from + vaginal secretions and from urine. + + This does not work for all women. Discuss with your + intimates. Compare notes. + + For some women, this area may receive stimulus in + penile-vaginal intercourse given the right angles. Rear + entry ("doggie style") may facilitate penile pressure in + this region. + + If the partner you are playing with is a man, you can try + for a similar effect on his prostate entering through his + anus -- Long or sharp nails are a big NO-NO. You might want + to use glove or condom over fingers. I should not need to + say: DO NOT allow fecal material on or around woman's + vagina. + + Note this can actually cause an ejaculation from a man + without orgasm or an intense orgasm or something in between + or nothing at all. + +PLEASE: + +Practice safe sex. No exchange of bodily fluids -- blood, feces +(which may contain blood), semen, or female ejaculum; unless you +both have been monogamous... + +SECOND ARTICLE (author: Peter A. Merel) +ok, I got a copy of this thing from two different people, and it +was the same manual, so I guess this is the authentic one after +all. + +I also received an interesting letter from a girl in California +that claimed she had written the g-spot manual. I would leave her +address, but she probably wouldn't like that so if you want it, +drop me a note and I'll give it to ya. + +Well, good luck finding it! I know I'll be having some fun +tonight! + +Okay, I've found G-spots in three women of my acquaintance. Two +of them were completely delighted with the discovery, and the +other one wasn't real crazy about it no matter what. Chacun a son +gout. It took some time and patience for one of the delighted +ones, but the other delighted one reckoned that she'd hit it by +accident a few times and just not known what happened. She +responded immediately, and with gusto. + +Now I guess it's time for sex-ed 101, so listen up all of you who +have a sexual interest in female anatomy. The rest of you +probably ought to hit 'n' now. + +7 will get you 2 that not a single netter hit 'n'. Well, let's +start with a nice juicy diagram. You'll have to bear with my +ability to render in ASCII. In an ideal world I'd sit one of the +secretaries on top of the fax machine, but, sadly, we are +restricted to text here. + +If you have access to ######### These hashes are supposed +a set of female genitals ####### to be pubic hair covering +I'd suggest that you ##### the pudendum. +compare them with this ### +schematic. Single females +might like to use a mirror /U\ U is the clitoris +(or two) to verify that /' . `\ . is the urethra +they're set up like this. /' _ `\ The rest of the characters +I should probably say { | / \ | } are supposed to be the outer +that this is intended to { ` \ / ' } lips (labia majora), the +represent a view of the \ ` ~ ' / inner lips (labia minora), +genitals with legs spread, \ ` ' / and the vagina (or is that +looking up through the torso ~|~ vulva?) +as if the woman were a O O is the anus +telescope. + +For those who never had a close look before and are a bit +worried, I ought to say that, except when quite sincerely +aroused, female genitals are usually not this clearly set out. +The clitoris likes to hide under it's own little hood, the lips +stick pretty close to one another, and it is quite likely that if +the owner of the genitals is standing up and unaroused you won't +really see more than some enticing tufts of hair and maybe the +outer lips. Folks whose knowledge of these matters derives mainly +from Playboy pictorials may be quite surprised that there's more +here than 'just a hole'. + +Traditionally it was thought that all of the sensation available +from the female genitals derived from the lips, entrance to the +vagina, and especially the clitoris. In other words, what you see +above. It was thought that the interior of the vagina was +practically numb to sexual sensation. + +Now one of those old coots who spent the seventies sticking their +noses into other people's intimate businesses was a guy called +Grafenberg, if memory serves. Dr G. had this theory that there +was an area within the vagina, which was called the Grafenberg +spot or G spot, which not only was sexually sensitive but which +could trigger bigger and better female orgasms than the clit and +the exterior bits could by themselves. + +Now the trouble with Dr G.'s claim was that not everyone seemed +to be able to find this spot, which he reckoned was analogous +with the male prostate gland, and those that did find it didn't +necessarily like it much, and so there was some controversy, +especially in the popular press. A number of folks who did find +it and did like it eventually sussed out the mechanics of the +spot, and over the last few years there've been a number of quite +good books about it. + +The story is basically this: The G-spot is a flat area about as +big as a one or two cent piece, about two inches inside the +vagina. It's just behind the pubic bone, on the vaginal wall that +is closest to the belly-button. You can reach it with your index +finger. If the genitals you're playing with are not very aroused +then you might have difficulty finding it, or it might not feel +very interesting or nice to the owner. + +The trick is to make those genitals very aroused, and then have a +go at the G-spot. The best way is probably cunnilingus, which is +latin for having a lick, but any technique that provides good +stimulation of the clitoris will do for starters. + +Now bear in mind that I'm skipping over a lot here. I strongly +recommend a good deal of foreplay before diving into a woman's +muff, like at least half an hour, and longer if you like. If you +can manage dinner and a good bath beforehand, even better. +Actually, I reckon that a bath or a shower before sex is a +reasonably good idea anyway, because we're dealing with equipment +that can be quite off-putting if it's on the nose when it's on +the nose, if you take my meaning. Besides, bathing is fun. + +So, presuming that your woman is content with the preliminaries +and you're going hunting, you're going to have to begin by +relaxing. Softly Softly Catchee Monkey. If you're so pent up that +slamming your dick in the door has a pleasurable side to it +(sorry feminists, I'm not certain what the female equivalent to +that state is) then forget all this until you've had a bloody +good rogering or two. + +Once you've achieved a state of patient interest, slowly start to +stimulate the clitoris. You've got to be really careful here, +because clitori are damned sensitive little beggars, and too much +of a good thing is not really a good thing at all. Also, +different clitori like different things. + +Some like quite direct stimulation, some prefer one side or the +other, others are so sensitive that they like you to mainly stick +to the clitoral hood or the labia. Some like a circular motion, +and others like to be lightly flicked back and forth. The best +way to find out what your clitoris likes is to ask it's owner, +and if she doesn't know then do some experimentation. That's fun +too, so don't get pissed off if it takes a little while to figure +out what's good for you. + +As I said, my preferred method is cunnilingus, but if the owner +of your clitoris doesn't like that for some reason ("no, my dear, +it's not germy and it does taste rather nice") then you'll have +to use your fingers. I find that the best thing for clitori is a +nice regular stroke, with regular exotic interludes. Basically +it's the same thing as for penises - you don't want all sorts of +unpredictable jerking around, and you don't want to feel like +it's caught in a vise, and you don't want it to feel like it's +attached to a reciprocating engine going at 5000 revs. Take it +easy. If the owner of your clitoris wants more stimulation you'll +notice her writhing around and pushing it at you. If she wants +less then she'll draw away. If it's just right then she'll sit +where she is and enjoy it. Pay attention to what she does. + +So, you've got a nice regular stroke going - say, seven strokes +and then something exotic, and then another seven strokes and +another something exotic. Of course the G spot is in the vagina, +and you're going to have to know what's going on in there if +you're going to find it and do something with it. Slowly insert a +finger or two. Don't grab, because that can be rude and +distracting. + +Now hopefully the vagina that you're dealing with is well +lubricated, but that won't necessarily be the case. If you spend +a long time at this even the juiciest woman can start to dry out, +so it never hurts to have a little lubricant handy, just in case. +I'd recommend K-Y jelly, which you should be able to find at any +chemist, but there are lots of alternatives. One that I wouldn't +recommend is vaseline - too thick. Another is baby oil - too +thin, and besides we should conserve the babies :-) + +You can entertain yourself by running your finger around the +inside of the vagina, trying to discern its shape. Unless your +female is coming (having an orgasm), you should probably find +that the vagina is reasonably form-fitting, although some are +tighter than others. If your female is not coming or consciously +causing contractions you'll probably find that the vagina isn't +doing anything in particular, just sitting there and producing +lubricant. If you bring your finger to the front wall of the +vagina then you'll find it less yielding than the rest, because +there is a bone in front of it called the pubic bone, part of the +pelvis. If you feel along this unyielding section or just beyond +you may find a slightly raised area. This is the G spot. It might +not be raised, but it will engorge once your female starts to +come. + +Don't poke this spot yet. Don't do anything with it, yet. At best +you won't have any effect, and at worst you'll be distracting. +You've got to wait for your female to start to come. Now this +might happen in thirty seconds, or it might take an hour, and +you've just got to be patient and keep things regular and smooth. +You'll be able to tell your woman is coming when: + +- she tells you +- she moans one hell of a lot and her breathing changes +- she flushes, over her face, neck and/or chest +- her vagina begins to flutter rhythmically around your finger + +You may see all of these things, or you may see none of them. If +you miss an orgasm, don't stop unless you or she wants to. Women +have startling recuperative powers, particularly when they're +receiving the right level of attention, and generosity is its own +reward. Multiple orgasms are not mythical. + +Once you believe that your woman is coming you should shift your +attention from the clitoris to the G spot. Keep up the same +rhythm, but use more pressure. You may want to keep some sort of +contact with the clitoris, but just as a penis becomes +supersensitive during orgasm, to the point of discomfort, so can +a clit. + +As with the clitoris, you should pay attention to whether the +woman pushes towards you, draws away from you or just sits there +to gauge the amount of pressure you're giving. You probably won't +need to vary your speed much, but pay attention to what she says +she wants. + +Now as you go at the G spot you'll find that your woman keeps +coming for longer than you've seen before. You may even +experience that most startling of sexual phenomena, a female +ejaculation. I've seen three of these (actually I got a +mouthful), but I can't say whether the fluid comes from the +vagina or the urethra. It's quite nice, sort of like salad +dressing. It's definitely not urine, and it is probably polite +and hopefully reciprocal to swallow it. + +Keep going at that G spot. Eventually you will feel the vagina +draw away from your finger - it becomes bigger and the walls get +taut, and not form-fitting, sort of like a little cave. When it +does this it's time to switch back to the clitoris. Keep up the +same rhythm. When the vagina begins to contract on your finger +again, go back to the G spot. + +If you keep this up for a while (and if the owner of your female +genitals wants to stop, then stop - this isn't a competition), +you'll find that the nature of the vaginal contractions changes. +The cave effect becomes less and less frequent and you can spend +more and more time with the G spot. Also, the contractions in the +vagina become less simple squeezing and fluttering, and more a +sort of reverse swallowing - a contraction that starts deep +within the vagina and travels to its entrance. It feels a bit +like the vagina is trying to push your finger out. Eventually +(may take hours and patience and many tries) you've got nothing +but these push-out contractions, and you can go on as long as the +owner of the genitals wants to, and your tongue and fingers don't +wear out. If you go on this long you're almost certainly going to +need some extra lubricant, so be prepared. + +There you have it. At least in my experience, women can have +orgasms that last orders of magnitude longer and seem to be much +better than those that men can have. I guess I better add a +disclaimer that all of this is only one man's experience, and I +could be completely wrong about the female genitals that you +have. I'm not certain there is such a thing as device +independence where sexual equipment is concerned. I don't think +that any of the things I've advocated can do you any harm, but +see your doctor if you've doubts. The main thing is to have fun. +Happy fucking. + +THIRD ARTICLE (for those who prefer a more scientific approach) + +From: N51LS801@ncsuvm.cc.ncsu.edu +Message-ID: <167B7BB6F.N51LS801@ncsuvm.cc.ncsu.edu> +Date: 27 Mar 92 18:19:42 GMT + +The following information about female ejaculation and the +Grafenberg spot is quoted from a widely used, frequently revised +college text on human sexuality: Robert Crooks and Karla Baur, +OUR SEXUALITY, 4th ed. (Redwood City, CA: Benjamin/Cummings Pub. +Co., 1990), 117, 206-208. [HQ21.C698 1990] Cited references are +given at the end of the selection. + +The Grafenberg spot is an area located within the anterior (or +front) wall of the vagina, about one centimetre from the surface +and one-third to one-half way in from the vaginal opening. It is +reported to consist of a system of glands (Skene's glands) and +ducts that surround the urethra (Heath, 1984). This area is +believed to be the female counterpart of the male prostate gland +and to develop from the same embryonic tissue (Belzer, 1981; +Heath, 1984). + +The Grafenberg spot has generated considerable interest because +of reports that some women experience sexual arousal, orgasm, or +perhaps an ejaculation of fluid when stimulated there. There is +wide variation in response from person to person (Zaviacic et +al., 1988). (117) + +In the last few years, a number of studies have reported that +some women are capable of experiencing orgasm, and perhaps +ejaculation, when an area along the anterior wall of the vagina +is vigorously stimulated (Addiego et al., 1981; Alzate & Hoch, +1986; Belzer, 1981; Perry & Whipple, 1981; Sevely & Bennet, 1978; +Whipple & Komisaruk, 1988; Zaviacic et al., 1988). This area of +erotic sensitivity... has been named the Grafenberg spot (or G +spot) in honor of Ernest Grafenberg (1950), a gynecologist who +first noted the erotic significance of this location within the +vagina 40 years ago. However, the presence of glandular +structures in this area was noted in the medical literature over +100 years ago (Skene, 1880). Recently, it has been suggested that +the Grafenberg spot is not a point that can be touched by the tip +of one finger but, rather, fairly large area composed of the +lower anterior wall of the vagina and the underlying urethra and +surrounding glands. Adequate stimulation of this much vaginal +tissue may require use of "the full breadth of the middle two +fingers and at least two thirds of their lengths" (Heath, 1984, +p. 205) + +Robert Mallon (1984), a pathologist and medical researcher, +recently presented evidence of glandular material similar to +prostate tissue in the Grafenberg area of 42 females examined by +postmortem autopsies. Corroboration of this research was provided +by another study in which complete urethras and surrounding +tissue from 17 autopsied females and a portion of a urethra from +one surgical specimen were examined. Over 80% of the specimens +had prostatelike glandular tissue, the majority of which +contained substances known to be produced by the male prostate +(Heath, 1984). + +The Grafenberg spot, or area, may be located by "systematic +palpation of the entire anterior wall of the vagina between the +posterior side of the pubic bone and the cervix. Two fingers are +usually employed, and it is often necessary to press deeply into +the tissue to reach the spot" (Perry & Whipple, 1981, p. 29). +This exploration may conducted by a woman's partner, as shown in +Figure 6.9 [Diagram omitted] Some women are able to locate their +Grafenberg spot through self-exploration. (206) + +During initial searching for the sometimes elusive Grafenberg +spot, a woman or her partner must rely on the sensations produced +by manual stimulation. When the area is located, women report a +variety of initial sensations, including a slight feeling of +discomfort, a brief sensation of needing to urinate, or a +pleasurable feeling. After a minute or more of stroking the +sensations usually become more pleasurable, and the area may +begin to swell to a discernible size. Continued stimulation of +the area may result in an orgasm that is often quite intense. + +Perhaps the most amazing thing about Grafenberg spot orgasms is +that they are sometimes accompanied by the ejaculation of fluid +from the urethral opening. Four researchers describe their +observation of this event: + +[Begin quote] With the aid of the subject's husband, four of us +(Addiego, Belzer, Perry, and Whipple) were able to observe her +response to digital massage of her Grafenberg spot, which led to +expulsion of liquid, and reportedly and apparently to orgasm, on +several occasions. On none of these occasions did stimulation of +the clitoris, direct or otherwise, appear to occur. Orgasmic +expulsions occurred after less than a minute of stimulation; they +were separated in a multi- orgasmic series by similarly brief +periods of time. The urethral area was clearly exposed in bright +light, and there was absolutely no doubt that the liquid was +expelled from the urethral meatus. Sometimes it exuded from the +meatus. At other times it was expelled from one to a few +centimetres. On one observer occasion, expulsion was of +sufficient force to create a series of we spots covering a +distance of more than a meter. (Addiego et al., 1981, p. 17) [End +quote] (207) + +Research indicates that the source of this fluid is the "female +prostate"... The ducts from this system empty directly into the +urethra. In some women Grafenberg orgasms result in fluid being +forced through these ducts and out the urethra. In view of the +homologous nature of the Grafenberg spot tissue and the male +prostate, we might speculate that the female ejaculate is similar +to the prostatic component of male seminal fluid. This notion has +been supported by one study in which specimens of female +ejaculate were chemically analyzed and found to contain high +levels of an enzyme, prostatic acid phosphatase (PAP), +characteristic of the prostatic component of semen (Addiego et +al., 1981). + +Many women report that the fluid has a mild semenlike scent. A +later study of six female ejaculators failed to differentiate +samples of their urine and the fluid they ejaculated during +sexual response (Goldberg et al., 1983). + +However, a still more recent study of seven women who ejaculate +reported that the collected urine and ejaculate samples differed +substantially in the amount of PAP present (Belzer et al., 1984). +The inconsistency in these findings may be due, at least in part, +to a methodological problem arising from the fact that both +ejaculate and urine are delivered through the urethra. + +A very recent study reported finding concentrations of fructose +in the female ejaculate (Zaviacic et al., 1988b). (... fructose +is a major component of male ejaculate.) The fructose level in +the orgasmic expulsions of women is considerably higher than that +found in their urine, a finding that "suggests that the female +ejaculate cannot be simply regarded as urine..." (Zaviacic et +al., 1988b, p. 323). We can expect that the controversy over the +biochemistry of the female ejaculate will continue until, +hopefully, further research clarifies the precise nature of this +fluid. (208) + +References cited: +Addiego, F. Belzer, E., Comolli, J., Moger, W., Perry, J. and +Whipple, B. (1981) Female ejaculation: A case study. JOURNAL OF +SEX RESEARCH, 17, 13-21. +Alzate, H. and Hoch, Z. (1986) The "G spot" and "female +ejaculation": A current appraisal. JOURNAL OF SEX AND MARITAL +THERAPY, 12, 211-220. +Belzer, E. Orgasmic expulsions of women: A review and heuristic +inquiry. JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 17, 1-12. +Goldberg, D., Whipple, B., Fishkin, R., Waxman, H., Fink, P. and +Weisberg, M. (1983) The Grafenberg spot and female ejaculation: A +review of initial hypotheses. JOURNAL OF SEX AND MARITAL THERAPY, +9, 27-37. +Heath, D. An investigation into the origins of a copious vaginal +discharge during intercourse -"enough to wet the bed"-that "is +not urine." JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 20, 194-215. +Mallon, R. (Oct. 1984) Demonstration of vestigial prostatic +tissue in the human female. Paper presented at the Annual +Regional Conference of American Association of Sex Educators, +Counsellors, and Therapists, Las Vegas. +Perry, J. and Whipple, B. (1981) Pelvic muscle strength of female +ejaculators: Evidence in support of a new theory of orgasm. +JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 17, 22-39. +Sevely, J. and Bennett, J. (1979) Concerning female ejaculation +and the female prostate. JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 14, 1-20. +Skene, A. (1880) Two important glands of the urethra. AMERICAN +JOURNAL OF OBSTETRICS, 265, 265-270. +Whipple, B. and Komisaruk, B. (1988) Analgesia produced in women +by genital self-stimulation. JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 24, 130- +140. +Zaviacic, M., Zaviacicova, A., Holoman, I., and Molcan, J. +(1988a) Female urethral expulsions evoked by local digital +stimulation of the G-spot: Differences in the response patterns. +JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 24, 311-318. +Zaviacic, M., Dolezalova, S., Holoman, K., Zaviacicova, A., +Mikulecky, M., and Bradil, V. (1988b) Concentrations of fructose +in female ejaculate and urine: A comparative biochemical study. +JOURNAL OF SEX RESEARCH, 24, 319-325. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-10. How can females ejaculate? (read c3-9 for related + G-spot info) + +From "Christopher K. Howard " +Date: 4 March 1992 11:00:27 CST + +I have recently come across an very interesting short film of 15 +minute length and is entitled "Nice Girls Don't Do It" by K +Daymond. It is a documentary styled film which discusses what it +is how it is done and then gives directions of "how to do it" + +The remaining text is printed without permission + +Female ejaculation, once thought to be normal and a pleasurable +part of female sexuality came to be a symptom of the hysteric, +the content of male fantasy, and the property of pornographic +woman. + +To accept female ejaculation one has to accept sameness and the +equality of male and female bodies. + +Both male and female bodies have prostate gland structures along +the floor of the urethra and have potential to ejaculate fluids +during sexual stimulation. + +The female body, can ejaculate fluid from 31 ducts, can with +stimulation, ejaculate repeatedly; and as well, can enjoy a +plurality of genital pleasure sites; the clitoris, urethra, +vagina... + +Female ejaculation can serve only one purpose: Pleasure + +The film contains scenes which show or describe the following: +- hot sticky fluids very fluid in nature (looks like urine + IMHO) +- female ejaculation is so much more powerful that it + belittles what we have always seen to be powerful in man. +- visible pushing of vagina and urethra through vaginal + orifice. +- forces man's penis out to ejaculate. +- shows scenes of woman in self bondage +- 40% of all women ejaculate +- no high content of urine, contains prostate gland fluid + (IMHO the color is wrong it is clear where it would need to + be opaque) + +The following has been printed without permission: + +Directions on how to ejaculate: + +STEP ONE: + +Find the muscle and spongy tissue around that part of your +urethra that is inside your vagina. It is about half a finger +(more or less) inside your vagina and about a finger long +across-- about two inches. If the muscles that go around your +vagina have not been used much, they can be built up by doing +contractions: pressing the top of your vagina against the bottom +and releasing. This is fun and you could have an orgasm or two. +DON'T WORRY: Strong muscles will not hold the penis in place; +they will push it out when your ducts get full and you want to +shoot. + +STEP TWO: + +Take two or three fingers and rub them against the part of your +urethra inside your vagina. Press hard and notice the feeling of +having to pee. You don't - this is the signal that you are ready +to ejaculate. Now, place the middle finger slightly below the +external part of your urethra and begin to masturbate the same +way you rub your clit. As you are doing this you will notice that +the two ducts, one at each side of your urethra, feel full and +perhaps somewhat painful: you have another 29 ducts scattered +over the top of your vagina. They are located in a pyramid from +your clit to just above your ovaries. Once you get into the body +feeling you will be able to locate them on the lower abdomen. +(sounds like the urinary bladder IMHO) + +STEP THREE: + +Take your other hand and press down on one or more of the ducts +from the outside. Push your urethra out and push the way you do +when you pee. Liquid will come out -- perhaps in a steady stream +or jet. + +My Summary: +This seems to be a form of propaganda to make it a way for women +to do the same thing as a man can do. I have dissected and +studied human anatomy and there is no way this much fluid can +come from anywhere but the urinary bladder. Plus during this film +there is a tremendous amount of man bashing. Since I have posted +these instructions I invite any woman to try it and report +back!!! I am from Missouri "SHOW ME" + +The summary is strictly my opinion, responses can be directed to +me. + +Carlos + +Subject: women who squirt +Date: 1 Apr 92 05:51:00 GMT +Organization: Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA + +Female ejaculation does not require direct g-spot stimulation. + +A few days ago, I read a summary of research concerning the +g-spot and female ejaculation. The summary described the location +and activity of the g-spot, stressing that stimulation of the +spot required at least two fingers, quite far in, against the +anterior wall of the vagina. + +It talked about female ejaculation as if it were a direct +consequence of hands-on stimulation of the g-spot. + +Interestingly enough, two days after reading all that, I had the +privilege of observing a woman ejaculate. As in other reports, +this was in the form of a pearly liquid squirted out of the +vagina (travelling a centimetre or two) at the onset of an +orgasm. For what it's worth, the ejaculate tasted saltier than +the normal slippery stuff. Also, it left a strange aftertaste in +the back of my throat that was very similar to what I've observed +of male ejaculate. + +The woman reported a much more intense orgasm than usual, but +wasn't immediately aware that she had ejaculated. + +The reason I am posting about this experience (aside from the +opportunity to brag ;-) is that it differed from published +reports in an interesting way: no direct stimulation of the +g-spot was involved. In fact, no penetration at all was involved: +stimulation of the clitoris and entrance to the vagina and +previously, the nipples brought the ejaculation on. Others who +are not into penetration might want to keep this in mind, though +I don't think i can offer a formula for ejaculation as the +scientists seem to. + +By way of idle speculation, I have started to wonder how much +conditioning goes into sexual response. Currently, we see men as +easy to bring off and uniquely capable of ejaculation. Since +women are apparently also capable of ejaculation, it is not +obvious that the common view is at all justified. Perhaps if +female children were taught as much as males to expect to +ejaculate, they would acquire this ability while learning to +masturbate. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-11. What about Oral/vaginal sex during a woman's period? + +What about it? For oral sex, this is a taste/smell issue; some +people like it, some people don't. If both partners have no +objections, go for it! I know women for whom orgasm is a +wonderful reliever of cramps. + +As for vaginal sex, well, you need less lubricant. It's messy; +use something (perhaps a red towel) to protect the bedsheets. Or +do it in the shower, get clean and dirty at the same time! + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-12. What percent of men and women masturbate? and at what + frequency? + +According to Masters and Johnson in their book 'On Sex and Human +Loving' third printing, page 295: + + Data about masturbation are a bit tricky to interpret. You + may recall that Kinsey and his colleagues found a wide + discrepancy in the incidence of masturbation between male + and female adolescents, but some recent studies suggest that + this difference may be narrowing (see chapter 6). A similar + trend may also be occurring in regard to masturbatory + behavior in adulthood. + The kinsey reports stated that 92 percent of the males and + 62 percent of the females queried had masturbated at least + once in their lives. More recently, two separate studies + came up with very similar statistics: The _Playboy_ survey + (Hunt, 1975) found that 94 percent of 982 males and 63 + percent of 1,044 adult females had masturbated, and Arafat + and Cotton's study (1974) of 435 college students found + masturbatory experience in 89 percent of males and 61 + percent of females. + However, Levin and Levin (1975), summarizing data from a + _Redbook_ questionnaire survey answered by 100,000 women, + found that almost three-quarters of the married women had + masturbated since marriage. Providing additional evidence + that more women seem to have tried masturbation today than + in the past decades, Hite reported that 82 percent of her + sample of 3,000 women had masturbatory experience. + +For more details and speculations as to why the rise, techniques +used, frequency, etc -- buy the book. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-13. What's the average length and width penis? + +From: klaus@diku.dk (Klaus Ole Kristiansen) +Date: 16 Sep 91 07:49:09 GMT + +According to the book Mandens Krop (which is translated from +English, but does not give the original title) the average is +15cm and 90% are between 13 and 18cm. + +The records for a fully functional penis are 1.5 and 30cm. + +----- + +Source: "Race Differences in Behaviour: A Review and Evolutionary +Analysis" by J. Philippe Rushton, Dept. of Psychology, University +of Western Ontario, London, Ontario, Canada N6A 5C2 in "Journal +of Personality and Individual Differences" Vol. 9, No. 6, +1009-1024, 1988. + +According to a paper by J. Philippe Rushton, the average size for +erect penises is: + + Group Length Diameter + + Orientals 4 - 5.5" 1.25" + Caucasians 5.5 - 6" 1.3 - 1.6" + Blacks 6.25 - 8" 2" + +Clitoral lengths: + Europeans 1.2" + Africans 2". + +--------------------------------------- + +From: superdj@cs.mcgill.ca (David JOHNSON) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards,news.answers +Subject: [alt.sex.wizards] FAQ (3/4) +Summary: frequently asked questions for alt.sex.wizards +Message-ID: <1992Dec1.235821.6187@cs.mcgill.ca> +Date: 1 Dec 92 23:58:21 GMT +Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada +Lines: 1094 + +Archive-name: alt-sex/wizards-faq/part3 +Last-modified: 1 Dec 1992 + +c3-14. What can one do about premature ejaculation? + +From "Human Sexuality" a brief edition by James Leslie McCary. D. +Van Nostrand Company, Copyright 1973, ISBN 0-442-25236-6 + + The Treatment of Premature Ejaculation + +Given the cooperation of his lover, a man can train himself +(except when the cause is purely physical) to withhold orgasm +until both want it to happen. The main enemy is the fear and +anxiety engendered in the man by previous failures. Once he gains +confidence in his "staying power" and accepts the fact that all +men face the problem at one time or another, the battle is half +won. To assist him toward confidence in his abilities, several +routes can be taken. + +Some counsellors recommend that a local anesthetic (for example, +Nupercainal) be applied to the penile glans--care being taken not +to smear any of the ointment on the woman's vulva--a few minutes +before the beginning of intercourse. The assumption is that the +deadening effect will decrease the sensitivity of the penis and +delay ejaculation. Others prescribe the wearing of one or more +condoms to reduce the stimulation generated by the friction of +intercourse and the warmth and moisture within the vagina. Since +muscular tension is a notorious catalyst in ejaculation, +premature ejaculation may be prevented by the man's lying beneath +the woman and thus taking a more passive role in coitus. (Sexual +intercourse in the cramped confines of an automobile is +unsatisfactory for many reasons, one of which is that it often +creates muscular tension that terminates in early ejaculation.) + +Some men also find that taking a drink just before coitus helps, +since alcohol is a deterrent in all physiological functioning. +Other men claim similar success through concentrating on +singularly unsexy thoughts, such as their income tax payments. +(It is suggested, however, that these men take care not to let +their partners know of their diversionary thoughts, lest they be +dumped from the bed before ejaculation, premature or otherwise!) +Having an orgasm and, after a short rest, attaining another +erection often permit a man to experience a more prolonged act of +coitus the second time. Some men masturbate shortly before they +expect to have sexual intercourse; because their sex drive will +thereby be decreased, they can then prolong intercourse later. + +The technique of delaying the man's orgasm can be learned, and +probably the best method is one requiring the cooperation of both +the man and his sex partner. The best chance of success lies in +both partners' consulting a psychotherapist who will, first of +all, assure the couple that premature or early ejaculation is a +reversible phenomenon. The couple will then be instructed in the +somewhat complicated technique of bringing about the reversal of +premature ejaculation. + +The technique requires that the woman manually stimulate her +partners' genitals until the point that he feels the very +earliest signs of "ejaculatory inevitability." (This is the stage +of a man's orgasmic experience at which he feels ejaculation of +seminal fluid coming, and can no longer control it.) At that +moment he signal the woman with such a pre-agreed word as "now", +and she immediately ceases her massage of the penis. She then +quickly squeezes its glans, or head, by placing her thumb on the +frenulum (on the lower surface of the glans) and two fingers on +the top of the glans, applying rather strong pressure for 3 or 4 +seconds. The pressure will be uncomfortable enough to cause the +man to lose the urge to ejaculate. Such "training sessions" +should continue for 15 to 20 minutes, with alternating periods of +sexual stimulation and squeezing. + +In later sessions, the man inserts his penis in the woman's +vagina as she sits astride him until he senses impending orgasm, +at which point he withdraws and she once more squeezes the penis +to stop ejaculation. Use of these techniques is continued un +further sexual encounters until, progressively, the man is +capable of prolonged sexual intercourse, in any position, without +ejaculating sooner than he wishes. + +Two notes of caution should be sounded to those using this +technique. First, the technique will be unavailing if the man +himself applies the pressure to his penis; and, second, the +couple must not treat this newfound sexual skill as a game and +overdo it. If the technique is overused, the man may eventually +find that he has become insensitive to the stimulation and unable +to respond to it. He may then develop new fears, this time about +his potency, and risk developing secondary impotence. The +guidance of a therapist is strongly recommended in the treatment +of premature ejaculation to prevent such secondary problems. + +Masters and Johnson report a 97.8% success rate in the treatment +of premature ejaculation. + +In any discussion of premature ejaculation, a word of caution +must be injected. It is important to understand that at any one +time or another almost every man has experienced ejaculation more +swiftly than he or his partner would have liked. The essential +thing is that the man not became anxious over possible future +failures. Otherwise what is a normal, situational occurrence may +become a chronic problem. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-15. Is it possible for men to be multi-orgasmic? + +From: sawyer@hubble..westford.ccur.com (George Sawyer) +Keywords: NEMO, Taoist Yoga, Sexual techniques +Message-ID: <62486@masscomp.westford.ccur.com> +Date: 4 Nov 91 16:49:14 GMT + +The following is a modified repost of my answer to "Postie's +query" + +I study and teach Taoist esoteric yoga, and among the practices +are sexual techniques which are VERY EFFECTIVE. There are solo +techniques, and partner techniques. They require ongoing practice +and, for men, realistically speaking, the partner techniques +require a practising partner. + +A basic concept is that you can have an orgasm without +ejaculating. Since ejaculation takes you through the refractory +period & etc. cycle as well as emptying your fluid level, it +tends to limit activity. Remove this constraint and you can go on +as long as you want. (Have as many orgasms as you want). When you +get close to the point of ejaculatory inevitability, you perform +the techniques, which pull the sexual energy out of your testes / +prostate up to your brain & compress the prostate causing partial +loss of erection & subsiding of prostate. When the energy moves +upward, you have an non-ejaculatory orgasm. + +The only way I can describe the orgasm experience is to compare +it to some types of psychedelic drug experiences - except that +you are in control and can stop immediately if you want. The more +you practice, the longer and stronger the effects are. An orgasm +of 5 to 10 minutes is "quite easy" and you can become able to +have one of more than an hour with "determined practice". About +an hour twenty minutes is my personal best (from solo practice at +that) and I made it stop because I was getting too high. + +You tend to rest for a few or several minutes after each orgasm, +being with your partner, and then optionally doing it again. Use +lots of lubricant. + +There are different levels of orgasm, the initial one being a +"senses" orgasm, in which you experience amplified pleasure from +all your senses simultaneously. Since this includes touch, it is +a bodywide experience. An "unexpected" benefit for men is that +you will always have more energy after sex than before, thus +dramatically reducing the "roll off and snore" syndrome. Also, +after sex you will feel much closer to your partner and much more +connected than prior. Many people have intense experiences of +total connection and submersion into each other. + +It is also a First Class system for being celibate. Completely +eliminates wet dreams, and gives you a fair amount of choice +about whether to allow yourself to become aroused or not. Over +the long term you develop some degree of control over your sexual +desire in general. Feels great (even the non-aroused solo +practice), and doesn't require "struggle and effort". The +non-aroused solo practices are being done by individuals in many +Christian monasteries & nunneries in Europe. + +Downsides. NOT TO BE IGNORED +For men, it only really works if your partner practices too. +Otherwise they get BORED watching you have extended orgasms while +they wait. + +Initially, it is QUITE DIFFICULT not to ejaculate, and you will +need cooperation from your partner at the WORST possible times - +"I need to stop NOW!". + +It does not work well with promiscuity. + +It takes time to learn - I'll say an average of 6 months to +beginning of competence and control, and requires 15min to 30min +per day of various meditative practices. + +Realistically, most people don't stick to it long enough to be +able to do it. Success rate among persistent people is very high, +and the practices are not difficult. + +Some women find it really weird if you don't ejaculate, and you +can really fuck up your relationship/marriage if you don't take +care of your significant other first and foremost. That is far +more important than mastery of sex techniques. + +These techniques are not part of a religion, no Deities to +believe in, no statues, none of that. + +The techniques are described quite clearly in: + +"Taoist Secrets of Love: Cultivating Male sexual energy" (men's) + +"Healing Love thru the Tao: Cultivating Female sexual energy" +(women's) + +Both are written by Mantak and Manewan Chia, and widely available +at New Age bookstores. + +The pre-requisite is: "Awakening Healing Energy Thru the Tao" + +Most people find these reference books a bit much, and take one +day courses. There are about 70 instructors in the USA, you can +find the nearest one by calling the Healing Tao center @ (516) +367-2701. Classes are about $85, and there is a pre-requisite +course "The Microcosmic Orbit" which is also about $85. + +DO NOT IGNORE THE SAFETY POINTS IN THE BOOKS + +Happy practice! + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-16. What are Kegel exercises? + How can one increase the force of ejaculation? + +From: sesharp@happy.colorado.edu +Message-ID: <1991Oct5.231811.1@happy.colorado.edu> +Date: 6 Oct 91 05:18:11 GMT + +Kegel exercises (pronounced "Kay-gill", in case you ever actually +have a conversation about them) were invented to give women +better bladder control. They have a number of useful advantages +in sex. In women, they can help tighten the vagina, particularly +after childbirth. The muscles can also be used deliberately +during intercourse to stimulate her partner. They have a variety +of uses for men. As I already mentioned, they strengthen the +muscles used in seminal retention, making that technique more +effective. They can make ejaculation more powerful. This may +increase male enjoyment somewhat and female enjoyment if she is +sensitive to it. Deliberate twitches during intercourse are also +useful for males. Knowing how to force relaxation of the muscles +can help maintain control and prevent premature ejaculation, as +well as relieving the muscle cramps that can occur from too many +ejaculations in succession. + +For females: + +My recollection of the exercise regimen taken from the older ESO +book is as follows. First you have to identify the PC muscles and +get them under conscious control. Starting and stopping urination +is one method. Inserting a finger into the vagina to feel the +contractions or watching the movement of the erect penis is +another. Once it is under control, there are three kinds of +exercises. The first is to clench the muscle and hold it for two +seconds before releasing it. The second is to bear down as though +constipated, using the abdominal muscles to force the PC muscles +to relax. I find that alternating reps of these two works well. +The third exercise is a fast twitch of the muscle, with +repetitions as close together as possible, similar to orgasmic +contractions. An initial set of exercises consists of 10 +repetitions of each exercise. Five sets should be performed in a +day. As strength improves, the number of repetitions in a set is +increased. Around 30 repetitions in a set is suggested as a good +number for retaining good muscle tone. The exercises are +unobtrusive and can be performed almost anywhere. + +For males: + +Kegel exercises might indeed help with [increasing the force of +ejaculation]. Here is how they are performed by males. First you +have to learn to consciously control the muscles. One way of +doing this is to use them to stop and start urination repeatedly. +When you have an erection, contracting them causes it to move, +making them easy to identify. Once you have the muscles +identified, there are three types of exercises to do: + +1) try contracting the muscles and holding them that way for a + slow count of ten. You may not be able to last that long at + first, but that is why you are exercising. +2) force them to relax by bearing down as though you were + constipated and trying to force a bowel movement. +3) twitch (contract and release) the muscles as fast as you can + ten times in a row. I find that it works well to alternate + each of the first type with one of the second type. I don't + recall how many of these are recommended. Something like ten + of each to start, eventually working up to a hundred. + +In addition to the possibility of increasing the force of +ejaculation, these may increase the number of contractions and +the total enjoyment. The same muscles can also be used to reduce +the amount of semen in an ejaculation by contracting them as hard +as possible during it. This leaves a less than satisfied feeling, +usually accompanied by an urgent desire for another orgasm 10 to +20 minutes later. This can be useful if your partner wants more +sex than you do. Supposedly, increasing the strength of the +muscles can increase this effect to allow quite a few orgasms in +a row. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-17. What are some good positions to try out? + +The Teachings of Kama Sutra: +(See Appendix 3. The list is long enough to warrant its own +section.) + +From the net (* indicates beginning of a new post): + +* Both are variations of the missionary position and can be + done with either person on top: + + 1) Instead of the usual man's legs inside the woman's + legs, have the man place one leg _outside_ the woman's + legs. The allows a "sideways" penetration which makes + my SO happy. + 2) Place _both_ man's legs outside the woman's legs. This + causes inward pressure on the vagina and clitoris and + tightens the vagina. We both like this very much :) + Note: If the woman is on top you must be careful not to + crush the man's testicles :( + +* Have her lay on her side, bottom leg straight and top leg + bent at the knee, which is in the air. You approach her, + sitting up, straddling her bottom leg and enter her this + way. This allows for *deep* entry which your SO may or may + not like. + +* Penile thrusting from the right angle can pull the labia + enough to give amazing clitoral stimulation. I usually find + this happens most with rear-entry positions. + +* The first is with the woman on top, her legs straight and + directly over the man's, pushing her weight backwards and + forwards with her arms (above the man's shoulders); + + The other is basically the same thing with the man on top, + sliding forward and backward. + + We also occasionally use a position with her legs inside + mine, but on top. We both have to be pretty energetic for + this, though. It seems to produce intense sensation, + increased tightness and friction, etc., but we've never been + able to make it lead to an orgasm for my partner. + +* Have the guy lie on his back legs spread wide. Have her + mount with her back towards you. Now, with your thigh + between her legs bend your knee slightly, this way she can + bounce her clit on your thigh with each stroke. With your + leg you can control how much she gets... straighten out your + leg and she has to go down further to get the same + stimulation. Guess it works well for me 'cause of my 18" + thighs. ;) + +* A recent x-SO of mine had a favorite position, and I was + wondering if other women enjoy this also. I would enter her + from behind (just like doggy style), then while I was fully + inserted she would lie down with me on top of her. We would + both place our hands underneath her (just above where I was + inserted. Then she would wiggle almost methodically. I + assume this put great pressure on the clitoris. However + after a short time she would orgasm and even sometimes + multiple. + +* My ex-SO much preferred doggy style. She indicated that that + was the right level of penetration. What is the position + called that has man on top, woman with legs up so far that + her knees are practically at her ears? My ex-SO did not like + that, she said penetration was too deep. Same thing with her + on top, but sitting up, making her body at right angles to + mine. Also, she says that doggy style caused some + stimulation of the clitoral and pudendal region that wasn't + there in other positions, presumably because of the movement + of tissues around the outside of the vagina during + intercourse. + +Upside-down position: + +* That question on the purity test refers to (I believe) the + people being opposite - ie one standing upright and one + standing on their hands or head. This is a fun one, but you + have to be careful that you don't stand up too quickly + afterwards if you have been upside down or you could + possibly pass out. + +OR + +* Have her sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from + the edge, on your lap. Lean over forwards, holding on to a + handy dresser. She does a handstand, and you hold yourself + up with one hand and hold both of you together with the + other. Good for some giggles. + +* We prefer it with the man on his back, with lots of pillows + under his rear end, propping him up. I then mount directly + on top, one leg between his and the other between his leg + and arm, i.e. I am at a 90 angle with him, sort of + squatting, at least initially :-) + + If I then lean forward and move up and down and around, the + combination of deep penetration and frontal rubbing of my + clitoris on his leg makes for a very interesting + combination. + +* standing up...my girlfriend's hanging on to my shoulders, + and her legs definitely don't touch the ground. + +* My SO likes really deep penetration. She likes "doggie- + style" but she prefers variations of "in the buck" (legs + over the man's shoulders to provide deeper penetration.) + Actually, as long as you get your arms under her knees it + provides the same effect -- some women, my SO included, find + it extremely uncomfortable to have their knees pressed all + the way up to their chest during intercourse and just + putting your arms under her knees or legs will lift her rear + up and arch her back, giving you a better angle to penetrate + at. Also, since your arms are under her legs, you are + supporting some of her weight, so she doesn't have to hold + her own rear up for you. + + When we get into this position, I've found that she prefers + a sort of rocking motion as opposed to a straight in-and-out + thrusting (try bending your own legs so that your knees come + up about even with her hips, then you'll be almost cradling + her in your lap and if you rock back and forth you will stay + inside and alternate between plunging deep and not- so- + deep-- this has been the easiest way for me to bring her to + orgasm). + + Another thing she likes is to get on top and face away from + me. I'm living in a college apartment and I've got the + bottom bunk and the bed above has bars under it. I can grab + one of these bars and pull myself up into her, and if I go + fast and hard enough, we can get the bed bouncing pretty + good and she actually bounces up off of my penis and plunges + back down onto it. She really enjoys this but it's tough for + me to do it for very long. + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-18. What is the M-spot? + +From: (unknown) +I don't know if the spot I'm talking about is really the +"M-spot," or not. There's actually a *pair* of these "spots." You +stimulate them from outside the body, unlike the G-spot, which +you get at from inside the vagina. These "M-spots" are on both +men and women! + +They're not easy to find, and you've got to already be somewhat +sexually aroused, I think, or it won't feel like anything. I +think you probably also have to be ticklish, but maybe not. + +Stand up. Take your shirt and pants off. Put your hands on your +hips. Now, feel how your hands are resting on a big "shelf" of +bone? That's your pelvic bone. Grip that bone, and get a feel for +the shape of it in that area. Now, concentrate on where the tips +of your fingers are. Feel around that area. Relax your stomach +muscles completely. (Try sitting down if it helps you relax that +area.) If you have big hands, or a small waist, your fingertips +are probably already on "the spots." Otherwise, move your hands +forward, around towards the front of you a little bit, until you +find the edge of that bone, on both sides. Now reach around that +ridge of bone, pressing in on the sides of your tummy. Dig in +with your fingertips. That's it! They're *right* on the edge of +that bone, off the insides of it, not off the top of it. Your +fingertips should be somewhere just below and to the sides of +your belly-button. + +I can't describe it any better than that. It's probably easier to +find if your partner does the searching, instead. If you look for +the spots yourself, you could be pressing right in them and not +know it, because it's like trying to tickle yourself -- it just +doesn't work. + +Get naked with your partner, do some normal foreplay for a while, +and get to where you're really ready for sex. Then have your +partner stand behind you, and have him/her put their hands on +your hips, as if you were, then proceed as given above. If they +push and poke around in that area long enough, they're bound to +find the spots. They might end up just tickling you to death, +though. :-) (If it tickles, they're not pressing hard enough.) + +When they do find your M-spots, you will KNOW IT. You will feel a +fire light up inside you. Within moments, you will want to turn +around and kiss your partner so hard they suffocate. It is VERY +intense. It's kind of uncomfortable, at first, and you can't take +it for very long. + +If you're SO is "moving too slow" during foreplay, go for these +spots. Things will speed up REAL fast. + +Good luck... + +Sorc + +Re: M-spot + +I've experienced something like this, although she (my girlfriend +at the time, not a prostitute :-) touched a spot to either side +of the navel, not directly below it. 1 - 2 inches down is about +right, but then 2 - 3 inches over. It's right on the inside of +the pelvic bone. If you're wearing jeans, and you casually hang +your thumbs over those first two belt loops, the tips of your +thumbs are right there. + +This wasn't just a "male" thing -- it worked on her, too. It's +just ticklish if you do it too lightly, but press a little more +firmly, and it's *very* intense. It's not really orgasm-inducing, +but it turns light arousal into high arousal *really* fast. Get +ready for your partner to *tackle* you if you do this right. Use +several fingers and kind of "push in" on it, like you're kneading +dough with your fingers. + +So, I don't know if this is the "M-spot," but it's definitely +some kind of spot. :-) And it was great for warming up, but I +don't know what it'd be like having it stimulated during actual +intercourse. If she was on top, so the guy was relatively +stationary, and she did that "kneading" while "riding"... hm... +I'll put that on my list of things to try. :-) + +--------------------------------------- + +c3-19. What are blue balls? + +From: markley@grad1.cis.upenn.edu (Jim Markley) + +Blue Balls is a real condition! The "correct" term for blue balls +is epididymides, which is an inflammation of the epididymis. So +what is an epididymis, you ask? + +Well from the library dictionary -- an elongated mass at the back +of the testis composed chiefly of the greatly convoluted efferent +tubes of that organ. + +In simple terms blue balls most commonly occurs when the +epididymis get blocked up when the sperm leave the testis but not +the penis. The "efferent tubes" are the conduit for the sperm +from the testis to the urethra. When they get blocked you get +pain. Why blue balls and not "swollen balls," well maybe the +connotation is that you balls have the "blues", or maybe its +because with all that swelling some of the blood flow is +restricted enough to cause some blueing of the area because of +pooling blood. + +------------------------- + +c3-20. Is spanish fly dangerous? + +From: japlady@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Rebecca Radnor) +Subject: Re: Aphrodisiacs??? does really work??? + +There is this great show on CNBC called steals and deals that +recently did a week on sex related stuff. They said that most of +the spanish fly stuff that is sold is basically sugar water. The +real machoy is illegal, and an overdose can be lethal. (I think +they said it will give you a permanent hard-on that can develop +gangrene and need to be surgically amputated, but I'm not sure.) +There are some places that are selling it, but on the show they +said that the risks are far to high compared to the benefits. + +From: gwh0621@Msu.oscs.montana.edu (The Bedroom Commando) +Subject: Spanish Fly + +Spanish Fly has been used for almost a century that I am aware of +along the Mexican-American Border by the Cattle Industry for +breeding purposes. It has not, nor was it EVER intended for use +by males... it was administered to cows orally... for the purpose +of procreation (albeit heightened somewhat) of a new line of +calves. + +Spanish fly is a powder of ground up wings of the CANTHARIS +VESICATORIA beetle of the Southwest desert. As a child, I have +had these light brown 1/2 inch long beetles alight upon my skin, +and the noticeable resultant 'burn' was the same that one would +receive if a drop of sulphuric acid had been placed there! + +One can find these beetles attracted to the lights around service +stations and truck stops in the Southwest and many tourists +leave, taking with them, the telltale burn mark of the Cantharide +beetle every summer. + +Its use in the industry has been long discontinued in the US, but +can still be found among the peon ranchers of Northern Mexico. + +One other thing, it is highly poisonous if taken internally. Much +of this information can also be found in the "Taber's Cyclopedic +Medical Dictionary"... Don't be misled that I'm on Net in +Montana... I was born and raised on a ranch in the Sonoran-Desert +Mountains of Southeast Arizona. + +---------------------------------- + +c3-21. Is it possible to get pregnant from anal sex? + +From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) +Subject: simple question + +It is not *technically* possible to get pregnant from anal sex; +there is no way for semen to get from the rectal tract to the +vaginal tract. + +However, anal sex is still not a very good method of birth +control. Semen leaking from the anus after intercourse may drip +across the perineum (the short stretch of skin separating vulva +and anus) and cause what is known as a 'splash' conception. The +failure rate for this is surprisingly high! 8% of couples of who +use anal sex as a method of birth control have babies each year. + +================================================================= + +Category 4. SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED DISEASES + +A quick table of current treatment effectiveness: + Gonorrhea: curable + Syphilis: curable in early stages + Herpes: incurable, but effective treatment available + HPV: incurable but treatment available + Chlamydia: curable + Lice: curable + AIDS: incurable, but some treatment available + Hepatitis B: incurable, but vaccine available + +c4-1. How is the AIDS virus transmitted? and what does a HIV + test show? + +(From: Travis Lee Winfrey ) + +"AIDS is caused by the Human Immuno-deficiency Virus (HIV). In a +person infected with HIV, the virus can be present in the body's +semen, blood, and breast milk. It can also be present, in much +smaller quantities, in vaginal secretion, saliva, and tears. + +The AIDS virus can be transmitted via any of these fluids, but +only the first two -- semen and blood -- are likely to be +involved. Anal sex is the most commonly _perceived_ method of +transfer, but vaginal sex has been repeatedly shown to transmit +HIV. Men are less likely than women to be infected through +vaginal sex, but they have, in fact, been infected this way. +Cunnilingus and fellatio have also been established as capable of +transmitting the virus. Sexual activities, not sexual +orientation, transmit the virus. + +HIV cannot be passed on through casual contact, hugging, +hand-shaking, touching the sweat of an infected person, or +mosquito bites. HIV can pass through non-latex or "natural" +condoms, such as Fourex Lambskin condoms. HIV transmission has +nothing whatever to do with the presence of feces in anal sex. + +The HIV test shows the presence of antibodies to HIV. It does not +show the presence of the virus: the body first has to develop +antibodies, which normally takes about six weeks. Hence, a +positive result means that someone has antibodies and could +possibly develop AIDS in the future. A negative result means that +someone does not have antibodies _at the moment_. If there is a +reason to think that exposure was more recent than six weeks, +then a test taken immediately can only serve as a baseline to +compare against a test taken later. Within six months of HIV +infection, 99% of the population will test positive. No one +should be tested for HIV without first obtaining counselling and +ensuring _beforehand_ support from his or her family or friends. + +The following numbers may be of use. + +AIDS Hotline (800) 342-2437 +AIDS Information Clearing House (800) 458-5231 9-7 EST +CDC AIDS Ethnicity, Age recording (404) 330-3020 +CDC AIDS Transmission mode recording (404) 330-3021 +CDC AIDS Top 10, Projections recording (404) 330-3022 + +--------------------------------------- + +c4-2. What is HPV (human papilloma virus)? Treatment? + +*** The writer raises several good questions, which are still *** +*** unanswered. Any help will be greatly appreciated. *** + +From: loredich@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu (Loredich) +Subject: HPV and genital warts: a dossier +Message-ID: <427.294a72cb@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu> +Date: 15 Dec 91 02:08:27 GMT + +HPV (human papilloma virus) is, like any virus, resistant to +antibiotic therapy. Once a human is infected with the virus, +there is no known treatment. + +HPV can cause warts to appear on the genitals, on the head of the +penis in men, and both internally and externally in women. These +warts have been inconclusively linked to cervical cancer in +women. + +There is no reliable examination or culture that will reveal the +presence of the virus unless warts have already developed, as far +as I understand it. Is there anyone with differing information? +Is it possible to diagnose HPV without the actual appearance of +warts? + +The diagnostic procedure for women is called a colposcopy, which +involves an examination of the cervix with a microscope-like +device. The procedure for men involves an application of a +solution to the penis which turns the warts white, making them +easily visible. A similar examination for women involves the +application of white vinegar, which makes the woman smell like a +salad for several days afterward. + +The virus is transmissible through sexual contact. However, there +seems to be some disagreement over the likelihood of transmission +when no warts are present. The gurus at Planned Parenthood swear +that the virus is transmissible at any time, with or without +warts. But several letters I received declared that transmission +is highly unlikely unless warts are present: apparently, the +virus is not close enough to the surface of the skin to cause +damage if no warts are visible. The jury is still out on this +one. Anyone know for sure? + +Once the warts appear, they are removed either by freezing, +burning, or laser surgery (which sounds like the least unpleasant +option). Now, the virus itself does not go away, I was told, but +the warts do once they are removed. Do they reappear? The +consensus seems to be that they generally do not. One woman who +wrote to me declared that she had seen no warts in seven years. +Has anyone had recurring warts? + +No real word on whether oral sex is a bad idea. When the warts +are present, I can't imagine that it would be too terribly +pleasant, but wartlessly, is there a high risk of transmission? +Again, Planned Parenthood shrieked in dismay and issued a stern +"NO!" when I asked, but I am not quite sure how reliable their +information has been. Does anyone know about this? Plenty of +readers have suggested that oral sex be performed with a condom, +but I am also concerned with being the receptive partner in this. +Can oral sex be safely performed WITHOUT a condom or dental dam? + +Response from (anonymous) + +The serotypes of this virus that commonly cause venereal warts +are associated with cervical cancer. Other serotypes of the virus +have been linked to other malignancies. As to transmission of HPV +in the absence of visible warts, even if no microscopic warts are +present, the mechanical trauma of sex is known to cause at least +microscopic damage to the skin/mucosa of the genitals that may +provide a means of transmission of this virus. The presence of +visible warts only increases the likelihood of such a +transmission occurring in the absence of adequate barriers to +transmission. HPV can be detected in a PAP smear as cellular +atypia, but I believe that a PAP smear has a low sensitivity for +detecting HPV. + +--------------------------------------- + +c4-3. The major sexually transmitted disease (STDs) and their + symptoms (Gonorrhea, Syphilis, Genital Herpes, AIDS, + Pubic Lice (Crabs), Nonspecific Urethritis (NSU), + Hepatitis B are covered.) + +From: mf2x+@andrew.cmu.edu (Michael Raymond Feely) +Date: 13 Oct 91 01:35:57 GMT + +All information is courtesy of "On Sex and Human Loving", Masters +and Johnson Copyright 1985. All typos are mine, but sadly, this +newsreader doesn't have a spell checker on it. Further info on +the development times and the percentage of asymptomatic cases of +AIDS would be appreciated... + +Gonorrhea +--------- + +Transmission: Intercourse, fellatio, anal sex, cunnilingus, + kissing (infrequently) Women run a roughly + 50% chance of contracting the disease after + one session of intercourse, men 20-25%. + +MALE Symptoms: Yellowish discharge from the penis. Painful, + frequent urination. Symptoms develop from two + to thirty days after infection. Roughly 10% + of men have no symptoms. + Later stages of the infection may move into + the prostate, seminal vesicles, and + epididymis, causing severe pain and fever. + Untreated, gonorrhea can lead to sterility in + a small minority of cases. + +UPDATE: Traditionally, gonorrhea in the male was + thought to be a symptomatic disease as + described above. More recently it has been + recognized that a significant number of males + have asymptomatic gonorrhea. As asymptomatic + infections can lead to the same complications + as symptomatic infections and can be + transmitted in the same way, it is important + for men to realize that an exposure needs to + be investigated whether or not there are + symptoms. Also, a complication of gonorrhea + not mentioned above is septic arthritis + (infected joint). While the infection itself + is easy to treat, this can severely damage + the involved joint (often the knee) leading + to a permanent disability. + +FEMALE Symptoms: Under half of women with gonorrhea show no + symptoms, or symptoms so mild they are + commonly ignored. Early symptoms include + increased vaginal discharge, irritation of + the external genitals, pain or burning on + urination and abnormal menstrual bleeding. + Women who are untreated may develop severe + complications. The infection will usually + spread to the uterus, Fallopian tubes, and + ovaries, causing Pelvic Inflammatory Disease + (PID). PID, though not only caused by + gonorrhea, is the most common cause of female + infertility. Early symptoms of PID are lower + abdominal pain, fever, nausea, vomiting, and + pain during intercourse. + +Syphilis +-------- + +Transmission: Nominally sexual contact, but can be + transmitted by blood transfusion or from an + infected pregnant woman to her fetus. + +Symptoms: +PRIMARY STAGE: A chancre sore develops at the site of + infection from two to four weeks after + infection has occurred. The chancre is + painless 75% of the time. The chancre starts + as a dull red spot, turns into a pimple, + which ulcerates, forming a round or oval sore + with a red rim. The sore heals in 4-6 weeks - + however, the infection is still present. The + chancre is usually found on the genitals or + anus, but can appear on any part of the skin. + +SECOND STAGE: One week to six months after the chancre + heals. Pale red or pinkish rash appears + (often on palms or soles) fever, sore throat, + headaches, joint pains, poor appetite, weight + loss, hair loss. Moist sores may appear + around the genitals or anus and are highly + infectious. Symptoms usually last three to + six months, but can come and go. + +LATENT STAGE: No apparent symptoms, and the carrier is no + longer contagious. However, the organism is + insinuating itself into the host's tissues. + 50 to 70 percent of carriers pass the rest of + their lives without the disease leaving this + stage. The reminder pass into Third Stage + syphilis. + +THIRD STAGE: Serious heart problems, eye problems, brain + and spinal cord damage, with a high + probability of paralysis, insanity, blindness + or death. + +From: (anonymous) + +While all of the symptoms mentioned are possible (as well as +others), it usually manifests with a limited number of these +symptoms at any one time (often just one). In the past, syphilis +was known as the great imitator because it could resemble almost +any known illness (It was said that "To know syphilis was to know +medicine.") Modern diagnostic techniques now make this a much +simpler disease to diagnose, especially in the early stages. The +statement in the FAQ that later stages of syphilis are not +curable is IMHO wrong. There is some controversy on this point in +treating advanced neurosyphilis, but I believe this represents +difficulties in evaluating the effectiveness of treatment in the +short term in these patients. I believe patients who are not +successfully treated represent treatment failures not incurable +disease. Having said this, let me point out that damage by the +disease prior to treatment is not reversible, although it is +often treatable. + +Genital Herpes +-------------- + +Transmission: Generally by sexual contact. Direct contact + with infected genitals can cause transmission + via intercourse, rubbing genitals together, + oral genital contact, anal sex, or oral anal + contact. In addition, normally protected + areas of skin can become infected if there is + a cut, rash, sore. Herpes viruses can be + spread in some instances by kissing, if one + participant has the infection sited in or + near the mouth. + +Symptoms: Herpes is marked by clusters of small, + painful blisters on the genitals. After a few + days, the blisters burst, leaving small + ulcers. In men, the blisters usually appear + on the penis, but can appear in the urethra + or rectum. In women, they usually appear on + the labia, but can appear on the cervix and + anal area. First outbreaks are accompanied by + fever, headache, and muscle soreness for two + or more consecutive days in 39% of men and + 68% of women. Other relatively common + symptoms include painful urination discharge + from the urethra or vagina, and tender, + swollen lymph nodes in the groin. These + symptoms tend to disappear within two weeks. + Aseptic meningitis occurs in 8 percent of + cases, eye infections in 1% of cases, and + infection of the cervix in 88% of infected + women. Skin lesions last on average 16.5 days + in men, 19.7 in women. Secondary symptoms are + most prominent in the first four days and + then gradually diminish. + +Recurrence: None in 10% of cases. Frequency for the + remaining population is from once a month to + once every few years. The majority of + sufferers do not have repeat attacks after a + few years. Most repeat attacks are less + severe than the initial attack. + +AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome) +----------------------------------------- + +Transmission: Sexual contact, sharing IV needles, blood + transfusion (Note that blood is now routinely + screened for HIV) Note also that the HIV + virus is significantly less likely to be + transmitted than the gonorrhea or syphilis + bacteria. + +Symptoms: No single pattern exists. Most common + symptoms are progressive, inexplicable weight + loss, persistent fever, swollen lymph nodes, + and reddish purple coin sized spots on the + skin (These spots are Kaposi's sarcoma, a + form of cancer) When symptoms appear, they + may remain unchanged for months, of may be + followed by any one of a number of + opportunistic infections. Typically these + include pneumocystis carinii, an unusual form + of pneumonia, fungal infections, + tuberculosis, and various herpes forms. + Treatment may fend off these infections, + however the typical course is for one + overwhelming infection to follow another + until the victim succumbs due to the immune + system's failure to return to a normal state, + and hence, the opportunistic infection's + relative freedom to wreak havoc on the + victim's systems. It is possible for AIDS to + be asymptomatic for prolonged periods of time + while still being contagious. + + On the significance of symptoms of HIV + separate from infections: + + While most AIDS patients do eventually die + of/with various opportunistic infections, the + significance of the chronic wasting can not + be ignored. In the early days of AIDS, there + were patients that by current definitions + clearly had AIDS, but were never classified + as such since they died of the "dwindles" + before acquiring an opportunistic infection + that would have made that diagnosis. Also, + there has been much discussion of the minimal + time until HIV seroconversion. It should be + noted that patients with advanced HIV disease + can become "HIV negative" as they lose the + ability to make antibodies to HIV (this does + not represent an improvement in the + condition). A final comment on HIV: the + opportunistic infections encountered in HIV + infection are generally acquired common + environmental pathogens or acquired from the + host themselves. This is why HIV wards do not + serve to infect all occupants with all + diseases present. + +Pubic Lice (Crabs) +------------------ + +Transmission: Nominally through sexual contact, however + they may be picked up through use of sheets, + towels or clothing used by an infected + person. + +Symptoms: Intense itching, usually felt mostly at + night. Some victims have no symptoms, others + may develop an allergic rash. + +Nonspecific Urethritis (NSU) +---------------------------- + +(Most commonly - Chlamydia trachomatis and T. mycoplasma) + +Transmission: Some cases are allergic or chemical + reactions, and are not transmitted per se. + Others are through sexual contact. + +Symptoms: Similar to gonorrhea but usually milder. + Urethral discharge is generally thin and + clear. Some cases are asymptomatic. + +Also: This can also precipitate a condition called + Reiter's syndrome in susceptible persons. + +The Facts on Hepatitis B +------------------------ + +What is Hepatitis B? + +Hepatitis B, a potentially deadly, sexually transmitted disease, +is not selective about who it infects: anyone can get hepatitis +B. Yet, even though it affects the lives of hundreds of thousands +in the United States, most people know very little about this +serious disease. + +The hepatitis B virus has been spreading rapidly in the United +States, with 14 Americans dying each day from hepatitis B-related +illnesses. Chances are you know at least one person with +hepatitis B because one in 20 Americans has been infected with +the virus. + +Why is Hepatitis B Called a Sexually Transmitted Disease? + +Hepatitis B is not commonly thought of as a sexually transmitted +disease. The fact is that it is commonly spread through sex, just +like AIDS, syphilis, herpes and gonorrhea. The number of +Americans who have contracted hepatitis B through sex has almost +doubled in the last decade. + +Who Can get Hepatitis B? + +Because it is extremely contagious--100 times more contagious +than AIDS--anyone can get hepatitis B. But you are in even +greater danger if: + +o you have had more than one sexual partner in the last six + months +o you have had unprotected sex (without a condom) +o you or your partner have ever been diagnosed with a sexually + transmitted disease (such as herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, + chlamydia, genital warts or AIDS) +o you or your partner have had sexual contact with someone who + has had hepatitis B, or someone who is in one of the + categories listed above + +What Are the Symptoms? + +About half of those who get hepatitis B will suffer from an +inflammation of the liver, called acute hepatitis. Many people +with hepatitis B mistake the symptoms for other illnesses, such +as the flu, while others are more seriously affected and may miss +school or work for months. Some of the symptoms caused by +hepatitis B are: + +o mild, flu-like illness +o skin rashes and arthritis +o nausea +o vomiting +o loss of appetite +o malaise +o abdominal pain +o jaundice (yellowing of the eyes and skin) + +What Happens if I Get Hepatitis B? + +Those who become chronically infected with hepatitis B have +substantially higher risk of developing liver cancer than the +general population. But even if you don't get liver cancer, the +effects of hepatitis B infection can be so severe that you may +not be able to go to school or work for several months. + +Then there are those who don't even know they have hepatitis B. +We call them the "silent carriers". This group of symptomless +carriers can pass the disease on to countless others unknowingly +(and may eventually get very ill themselves). + +NOTE: THERE IS NO KNOWN CURE FOR HEPATITIS B although there is a +possible vaccine. Ask a physician for more information. + +After May 1, you can call 1-800-HEP-B-873 for referral to a +physician near you who can answer questions. + +Because the transmission of different STDs are not independent, +persons who acquire _any_ STD are at considerably greater risk +(epidemiologically) of acquiring other STDs. Persons diagnosed +with one STD should be examined for other STDs at that time +(Multiple infections are possible!!!). Persons who have ever had +a STD (except lice, "crabs") should be aware of whatever was done +that led them to acquire that STD. + +It is now recommended that all children receive the vaccine. It +has been shown to be effective and is administered in 3 doses. +The current version is made using recombinant DNA techniques and +does NOT carry the potential for infection with other diseases, +as previous vaccines did. Currently, any adult with potential +occupational exposure to HB are suggested to receive the vaccine +(for example, health care workers, ambulance personnel). However, +there is a movement towards vaccinating all individuals [as is +economically possible] since the vaccine is very safe [no known +serious adverse reactions] and HB can be potentially fatal. + +--------------------------------------- + +From: superdj@cs.mcgill.ca (David JOHNSON) +Newsgroups: alt.sex.wizards,news.answers +Subject: [alt.sex.wizards] FAQ (4/4) +Summary: frequently asked questions for alt.sex.wizards +Message-ID: <1992Dec1.235844.6254@cs.mcgill.ca> +Date: 1 Dec 92 23:58:44 GMT +Organization: SOCS - Mcgill University, Montreal, Canada +Lines: 995 + +Archive-name: alt-sex/wizards-faq/part4 +Last-modified: 1 Dec 1992 + +c4-4. What are venereal warts? Treatment? + +From: masandy@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu + +Venereal warts: incurable, but treatable + +It's unfortunate that these viral infections can't be cured and I +don't even know if the treatment is sufficient, but I guess +there's nothing that can be done about it. I would like to stress +that unprotected sex with a new partner REGARDLESS of whether or +not there are any signs of warts is strongly discouraged. + +There are a few treatments out there: liquid nitrogen, electro- +cautorization, lasercautorization, topical creams and liquids. + +Liquid nitrogen: can be painful, but not from the + treatment itself. In order for the warts + to stop re-appearing, your body must + first recognize the problem and form + antibodies against it. As long as the + antibodies keep the virus from + advancing, they will be less likely to + show up. Also, this prevents the virus + from spreading SOMEWHAT. It's like a flu + virus. If no physical symptoms show up, + you are unlikely to spread it. However, + like the flu, if symptoms do occur and + warts show up, it shows that your body's + defenses have let down their guard + temporarily and let that virus advance. + To get your immune system to concentrate + on the area, you must first damage the + skin in some way, such as liquid + nitrogen. This is the painful part: in + addition to freezing the warts, you must + burn the surrounding skin area to get + your T-cells to concentrate on the area. + This helps your body to control the + virus. + +Electrocautorization: same thing, but instead of freezing + them, it burns them off electrically and + cautorizes ("seals") the skin so that no + open wounds are present. First the + immediate infected area is numbed (small + needle prick and pain is over) and then + they are burned off. Pretty simple and + more preferable to liquid nitrogen. + +Laser: haven't heard much about this, but I + would assume that it is more costly than + electro or liquid nitro. Probably uses + the same technique as electro, but with + more precision and less pain. + +Topical creams: Painless, greasless, topical creams can + be helpful for some cases. EFUDEX 5% is + probably at the top of the treatment + cream list at this time. Supposedly + works within 1 month and acts to kill + the foreign tissue. I don't know if the + rate of reocurrence is higher for creams + or cautorization, but that rate is + definitely present and depends on how + well your body first reacts to the + virus. If more antibodies are made and + you don't have much stress in your life, + you should be ok. More stress on the + body or other illnesses can cause the + virus to pop right back up again. You + only have one immune system, and your + body is host to many viruses. It's + difficult to fight all of them at the + same time. + +Liquids: In addition to the cream mentioned + above, there are liquids that can be + injected into the area which act as + acids and dissolve the warts. The cream + mentioned above is recommended for warts + inside the urethra or vagina where you + can still see them. A cystoscopy + (lighted microscope inserted into the + urethra) is recommended to make sure + there are no others deeper inside. There + are liquids for getting at these deeper- + located warts. + + Podophyllin (po-DAH-fill-in) is usually + injected into the urethra and basically + works to make the virus regress and + dissolve the existing warts. + + Trichloroacetic acid is much much more + painful and powerful in cases of + urethral blockage. Not recommended for + general treatment. + + Thiotepa (thi-uh-TEE-puh) is another one + used for basically the same purpose. + These, however, are only used where the + warts can't be seen, so after the + cystoscopy, your doctor will probably + recommend one of these anyways. + +As I said, there is no cure; the virus is still present even +though there may be no physical signs. I'm still not sure as to +the general scope of the rates of recurrence, but as far as I +know, there is definitely a possibility of recurrence. Consult a +UROLOGIST at first signs of any infections, don't wait for the +symptoms to go away. Almost every STD has symptoms that +eventually fade out, but that doesn't mean that your body has +conquered it. It may come back in other areas and cause +significant problems. + +================================================================= + +Category 5. CONTRACEPTION + +c5-1. What are the various methods of contraception? and + their effectiveness rates? and their associated risks + if any? + +From: c31002wb@jezebel.wustl.edu (William Burris) +Message-ID: <1992Mar10.215138.11142@wuecl.wustl.edu> +Date: Tue, 10 Mar 1992 21:51:38 GMT + + % of women experiencing an + accidental pregnancy in the + first year of use + ---------------------------------------------------- + Lowest Lowest +Method Expected Typical Reported +----------------------------------------------------------------- +Chance 85 85 43.1 + +Spermicides 3 21 0.0 + +Periodic abstinence 20 + Calender 9 14.4 + Ovulation Method 3 10.5 + Symptothermal 2 12.6 + Postovulation 1 2.0 + +Withdrawal 4 18 6.7 + +Cervical Cap 6 18 8.0 + +Sponge + Parous women 9 28 27.7 + Nulliparous women 6 18 13.9 + +Diaphragm 6 18 2.1 + +Condom 2 12 4.2 + +IUD + Progestasert 2.0 3 1.9 + Copper T 380A 0.8 3 0.5 + +Pill + Combined 0.1 3 0.0 + Progestogen only 0.5 3 1.1 + +Injectable progestogen + DMPA 0.3 0.3 0.0 + NET 0.4 0.4 0.0 + +Implants + NORPLANT (6 capsules) 0.04 0.04 0.0 + NORPLANT (2 rods) 0.03 0.03 0.0 + +Female sterilization 0.2 0.4 0.0 + +Male sterilization 0.1 0.15 0.0 + + Associated Risk statistics + +Activity Chance of Death in a Year +----------------------------------------------------------------- +Risks for men and women of all ages who participate in: + Motorcycling 1 in 1,000 + Automobile driving 1 in 6,000 + Power boating 1 in 6,000 + Rock climbing 1 in 7,500 + Playing football 1 in 25,000 + Canoeing 1 in 100,000 + +Risks for women aged 15 to 44 years: + Using Tampons 1 in 350,000 + Having sexual intercourse (PID) 1 in 50,000 + +Preventing pregnancy: + Using birth control pills + nonsmoker 1 in 63,000 + smoker 1 in 16,000 + Using IUDs 1 in 100,000 + Using diaphragm, condom or spermicide NONE + Using fertility awareness methods NONE + Undergoing sterilization: + Laparoscopic tubal ligation 1 in 67,000 + Hysterectomy 1 in 1,600 + Vasectomy 1 in 300,000 + +Continuing pregnancy 1 in 14,300 + +Terminating Pregnancy: + Illegal abortion 1 in 3,000 + Legal abortion + Before 9 weeks 1 in 500,000 + Between 9-12 weeks 1 in 67,000 + Between 13-15 weeks 1 in 23,000 + After 15 weeks 1 in 8,700 +----------------------------------------------------------------- + +The source is the 1990-1992, 15th Revised Edition of +Contraceptive Technology. Authored by too many doctors to cite. +However, this book is used by millions of doctors around the +world as an authority on contraception. Its authors gather their +sources from data published by several different statistic +gathering organizations (such as the Centers for Disease Control) +and then compile and interpret it in their book. +Happy Reading. + +----- + +From: mf2x+@andrew.cmu.edu (Michael Raymond Feely) +Date: 1 Oct 91 20:52:32 GMT + +Nominally, the failure rates for contraceptive methods are +expressed as "number of pregnancies per one hundred user couples +per year" Thus of one hundred couples who used condoms as a birth +control method, two experienced unwanted pregnancies in one year. + +Below are reproduced the failure rates for typical contraceptive +methods. My source for this is the tome "Sex A User's Manual" +published by The Diagram Group. (Berkeley Publishing Group, New +York c 1981) The list of credited contributors includes Toni +Bellefield, Medical Information Officer, Family Planning +Information Service, and D.B. Garrioch, MD, MRCOG, Senior +Registrar in Gynecology, St. Thomas' Hospital, London. + +Actual failure rate - number of pregnancies per 100 + couples per year of use, includes + conception do to user's failing to + use the method properly, as well as + through method failures. + +Theoretical failure rate - number of pregnancies expected per + 100 couples per year of use, + allowing only for failure of the + method to function when used + properly. Condoms breaking for no + apparent reason, etc, are method + failures. + +I = less than 1 +X = expected failure rate, one X per pregnancy +x = actual failure rate minus expected rate, one x per pregnancy + +I Tubal Ligation (E 0.04/A 0.04) +I Vasectomy (E 0.15/A 0.15) +XXXxx IUD (E 1-3/A 5) +Ixxxxxxxxxx Combined Pill (E 1-1.5/A 5-10) +Ixxxxxxxxxx Minipill (E 1-1.5/A5-10) +XXXxxxxxxx Condoms (E 3/A 10) +XXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Cap & Spermicide (E 3/A17) + (Rates for diaphragm are probably + somewhat lower) +XXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhythm (temp) (E 7/A 20) +XXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxx Rhythm (calendar) (E 13 /A 21) +XXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rhythm (mucous) (E 2/A25) +XXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Spermicides (E 3/A 20-25) +XXXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Withdrawal (E 9/A20-25) + +It is to be noted that this data is rather old, and therefore +omits one crucial form of birth control currently available - the +low dose pill. Low dose birth control pills are a more +sophisticated development of the combined pill, and function in +essentially the same way, but do not require as high an overall +dose of hormones per month, thus reducing side effects +considerably. Low dose pills may also be taken right up til +menopause, whereas it is recommended that the combined or mini +pills be discontinued around age 40-45. + +The rate I remember for "No birth control" was somewhere on the +order of 80%, however, that is for a statistical sample over +time, not for "one fuck". + +>I believe some women also have strong allergic reactions to +>spermicides. I would (personally) say they are a poor choice. + +Independently, they are, but bear in mind that spermicides are +absolutely necessary to the functioning of some forms of birth +control - even a well fitted diaphragm is pretty much useless +without spermicidal jelly. + +DIAPHRAGM +--------- +(from: elf@halcyon.com) + +Has a failure rate of 2% (i.e. out of 100 women who primarily use +the diaphragm, two become pregnant). Always use spermicide; both +partners _must_ learn how to place it properly. It has few +associated risks; it cannot become 'lost' because the vagina is +only a few inches long. Can 'slip' and press against the rectum; +this can be uncomfortable. Also, some men can feel the diaphragm +during intercourse. Some women have recurrent yeast infections +when using the diaphragm. + +The average diaphragm costs about 20-30 dollars, but it must +first be sized and fitted by a gynecologist, so there is the cost +of a doctor's fee. Must be replaced every two years to ensure +correct fit and product lifespan. A tube of Gynol II costs around +11 dollars and is good for 24 doses of spermicide. + +The major disadvantage to the diaphragm is that it must be used +one of two ways; either it is inserted before any sort of sexual +play, in which case the taste of spermicide can become an issue +if the couple wishes to engage in oral sex, or is inserted after +oral sex but before intercourse, which can be considered a major +interruption of play and may lead to not using it all. +(SOURCE: "The New Our Bodies, Ourselves" The Boston Women's +Health Book Collective, 1984. Pgs 225-228.) + +A personal observation: Omaha and I rely on the diaphragm as our +primary birth control. As mentioned, she does have recurrent +yeast infection, but we both agree this is a minimal compared to +the intense, suicidal depression that came when she mixed birth +control pills and her epilepsy medication. + +We are both fond of oral sex, so we use the diaphragm in the +latter way described in paragraph three. We have never failed to +used it; insertion of the diaphragm has become a major part of +our play, a way of saying "I love you, I care about you, I _will_ +be responsible with your body" during lovemaking. + +The diaphragm, it _must_ be remembered, is _not_ an effective +method of STD control; only a condom can do that. The diaphragm +is a reproduction control method for primary partners only! + +c5-2. What kinds of condoms are there? + +(from: Steven Sharp, sesharp@happy.colorado.edu) + +This is a posting of information about types of condoms which are +significantly larger or smaller than average. I got it out of a +book called "The Condom Book" or something similarly imaginative. + +One thing that was apparent from reading through the descriptions +was that advertising on size (or for that matter thickness or +ribbing or whatever) is often misleading. A brand which is +claimed to be smaller than average frequently isn't outside the +normal variation. There may also be differences in size based on +variations in manufacturing and these figures were probably based +on single samples. Different size measurements for different +styles of the same brand may indicate such variations or be an +attempt to provide some size variation, in which case getting the +precise style named is important. All measurements are flat and +don't take into account elasticity, which might influence comfort +when worn. Typical condom flat widths range from 2" to 2-1/8" +(meaning two and one eighth, not two minus an eight). All the +condoms listed here are both lubricated and reservoir ended. +Company names are listed in parentheses. Extra words which may +appear in the name on some packages are listed in square +brackets. It is possible I've copied some numbers wrong (and +other disclaimer noises). + +Slimmer condoms +--------------- +Bikini (Barnetts): slightly less than 2" by + 7-1/4", packaged in that + frustrating plastic + wrapper + +[Sheik] Fetherlite (Schmid): 1-7/8" by 7-1/2" + +Hugger (Circle): 1-7/8" by 7-1/8" + +Slims (Circle): 1-7/8" by 7-3/4" + +Mentor (Mentor): 2" by 8", not smaller, + but has adhesive inside + to prevent slippage, + rather expensive though + +Wider condoms +------------- +Excita (Schmid): 2-1/4" by 8-1/4", Excita + Extra has spermicide + +[Lifestyle] [Horizon] Nuda (Ansel): 2-5/8" head, 2-1/8" + shaft, by 8-1/8" + +[Ramses] NuForm (Schmid): 2-1/2" upper, 2+" lower, + by 8-1/4, has benzocaine + anaesthetic + +Rough Rider (Ansel): 2-1/2" by 8" thick but + doesn't block sensations, + raised studs + +Sheik Ribbed (Schmid): 2-1/4", forgot to note + length + +(Note wide variation in Sheik. Elite with spermicide and +Lubricated (with benzocaine?) are both 2-1/8". Fetherlite is +1-7/8".) + +Trojan-Enz Lubricated (Carter-Wallace): 2-1/4" by 8" + +Longer condoms +-------------- +Man-form Lubricated (Protex): 2" by 8-3/4" long + packaged in that + frustrating plastic + wrapper + +[Trojan] Naturalube (Carter-Wallace): 2" by 8-5/8" + +================================================================= + +Appendix 1. List of Contributors + +(NOTE: If you find something you've written which is not + attributed properly, tell me!) + +The first contributor has to be Tony Chen. Thank you Tony. +abb3w@fulton.seas.Virginia.EDU (Arthur Bernard Byrne) +alanc@ocf.Berkeley.edu (Alan Coopersmith) +bron@iastate.edu (Bronwyn J S Hoon) +c31002wb@jezebel.wustl.edu (William Burris) +(Carole Ashmore) +clw5@po.CWRU.Edu (Christopher L. Wood) +ed@stauff.UUCP (Edward L. Stauff) +elf@halcyon.com (Elf) +gwh0621@Msu.oscs.montana.edu (The Bedroom Commando) +hurd@fraser.sfu.ca (Peter L. Hurd) +icon@proto.COM (The Iconoclast) +japlady@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Rebecca Radnor) +klaus@diku.dk (Klaus Ole Kristiansen) +kwatsi@athena.mit.edu (Atomic Playboy) +loredich@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu (Loredich) +markley@grad1.cis.upenn.edu (Jim Markley) +masandy@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu +mf2x+@andrew.cmu.edu (Michael Raymond Feely) +pete@cssc-syd.tansu.com.au (Peter A. Merel) +rpeck@jessica.stanford.edu (Raymond Peck) +sawyer@hubble..westford.ccur.com (George Sawyer) +sesharp@happy.colorado.edu (Steven Sharp) +stsou@hpcupt1.cup.hp.com (Sharon Tsou) +(The Contrivor) +tmcdonal@ringer.cs.utsa.edu (Tom McDonald) +travis@ZONKER.gs.com (Travis Lee Winfrey) +U32682@UICVM.UIC.EDU (Christopher K. Howard) + +================================================================= + +Appendix 2. The Teachings of Kama Sutra (with some extra + goodies) + + The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra + ================================ + By Vatasyayana + Excerpts from the Kama Sutra. + + Source: "The Love Teachings of Kama Sutra" + +----------------------------------------------------------------- + +Lying Down Positions: +--------------------- + +Indrani draws up both her knees +until they nuzzle the curves of her breasts; +her feet find her lover's armpits. +Small girls love this posture, +but becoming a goddess takes a lot of practice. + +She cups and lifts her buttocks with her palms, +spreads wide her thighs, +and digs in her heels besides her hips, +while you caress her breasts: +this is "Utphallaka" (The Flower in Bloom). +Grasping the ankles +of the round hipped woman, whose buttocks +are like two ripe gourds, +raise her beautiful thighs +and spread the thigh-joints widely. + +Full of desire, saying sweet words, +approach her with your body stiff as a pole +and drive straight forward +to pierce her lotus and join your limbs: +experts call it "Madandhvaja" (The Flag of Cupid). + +Catch hold of her two feet, +raising them till they press upon her breasts +and her legs form a rough circle. +Clasp her neck and make love to her: +this is "Ratisundara" (Aphrodite's Delight). + +Lift the lady's feet until her soles +lie perfectly parallel, +one to each side of her slender throat, +cup her breasts and enjoy her: +this technique is "Uthkanta" (Throat-high). + +Your lovely wife, lying on the bed, +grasps her own feet +and draws them up until they reach her hair; +you catch her breasts and make love: +this is "Vyomapada" (Sky-foot). + +The round-thighed woman on the bed +grasps her ankles and raises high her lotus feet; +you strike her to the root, kissing +and slapping open-palmed between her breasts: +this is "Markata" (The Monkey). + +She lies flat on her back, +you sit between her parted knees, raise them, +hook her feet over your thighs, +catch hold of her breasts, and enjoy her: +this is "Manmathpriya" (Dear to Cupid). + +Lying-down Positions - Samputa Group: +------------------------------------- + +If your penis is too small for a woman, +the "Samputa" group of postures should be used: +"Samputa" (the Jewel Case), +"Pidita" (the Squeeze), "Veshtita (the Entwined) +and "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick). + +In Samputa your legs lie along hers +caressing their whole length from toes to thighs. +Your lover may be below you, +or you may both lie on your sides, +in which case she should always be on your left. + +In Pidita the lovers' thighs +are interlaced and squeeze each other in rhythm. +In Veshtita she crosses her thighs +or rolls each one inward, +thus greatly strengthening her yoni's grip. + +When, like a mare cruelly gripping +a stallion, your lover +traps and milks your penis with her vagina, +it is "Vadavaka" (the Mare's Trick), +which can only be perfected with long practice. + +When she uses it, a woman +should cease to kiss her lover +and simply hold the lock. +Courtesans are adept at Vadavaka, +and it's a speciality with ladies from Andhra(*). + + *The South-Eastern state of India. + +When lovers, with legs stretched rigid +and feet caressing feet, +make love according to their hearts' desire, +"tantra" scholars call it "Sampada" (Equal Feet) +and agree it is a way to ecstasy. + +Stiff as a pole in the bed's center, +she lies making love, +cooing and warbling like a woodpigeon, +the jewel of her clitoris well-polished: +this is Mausala" (the Pestle). + +When she lies on her back +with her two thighs pressed tightly together +and you make love to her, +keeping your thighs outside hers, +it is "Gramya" (the Rustic). + +If, encircling and trapping +her thighs with yours, +you grip so hard that she cries out in pain, +it is "Ratipasha" (Love's Noose), +a device most charming to the ladies. + +Her limbs, entwined in yours +like tendrils of fragrant jasmine creeper, +draw taut and slowly relax +in the gentle rhythm of linga and yoni: +this is "Lataveshta" (the Clinging Creeper). + +She draws her limbs together, +clasping her knees tightly to her breasts, +her yoni, like an opening bud, +offered up for pleasure: +this is known as "Mukula" (the Bud). + +When she draws up her knees +and you clamp yours about her raised thighs, +trapping them in a tight knot +while riding saddle upon her buttocks +and kissing her, it is "Shankha" (the Couch). + +Oral Pleasures -- Fellatio Techniques: +-------------------------------------- + +When your lover catches your penis +in her hand and, shaping +her lips to an 'O', lays them lightly to its tip, +moving her head in tiny circles, +this first step is called "Nimitta" (Touching). + +Next, grasping its head in her hand, +she clamps her lips tightly about the shaft, +first on one side then the other, +taking great care that her teeth don't hurt you: +this is "Parshvatoddashta" (Biting at the Sides). + +Now she takes the head of your penis +gently between her lips, +by turns pressing, kissing it tenderly +and pulling at its soft skin: +this is "Bahiha-samdansha" (the Outer Pincers). + +If next she allows the head to slide +completely into her mouth +and presses the shaft firmly between her lips, +holding a moment before pulling away, +it is "Antaha-samdansha" (the Inner Pincers). +When, taking your penis in her hand +and making her lips very round, +she presses fierce kisses along its whole length, +sucking as she would at your lower lip, +it is called "Chumbitaka" (Kissing). + +If, while kissing, she lets her tongue +flick all over your penis +and then, pointing it, strikes repeatedly +at the sensitive glans-tip, +it becomes "Parimrshtaka" (Striking at the Tip). + +And now, fired by passion, she takes +your penis deep into her mouth, +pulling upon it and sucking as vigorously +as though she were stripping clean a mango-stone: +this is "Amrachushita" (Sucking a Mango). + +When she senses that your orgasm +is imminent she swallows up the whole penis, +sucking and working upon it +with lips and tongue until you spend: +this is "Sangara" (Swallowed Whole). + +Oral Pleasures -- Cunnilingus Techniques: +----------------------------------------- + +With delicate fingertips, +pinch the arched lips of her house of love +very very slowly together, +and kiss them as though you kissed her lower lip: +this is "Adhara-sphuritam" (the Quivering Kiss). +Now spread, indeed cleave asunder, +that archway with your nose and let your tongue +gently probe her "yoni" (vagina), +with your nose, lips and chin slowly circling: +it becomes "Jihva-bhramanaka" (the Circling Tongue). + +Let your tongue rest for a moment +in the archway to the flower-bowed Lord's temple +before entering to worship vigorously, +causing her seed to flow: +this is "Jihva-mardita" (the Tongue Massage). + +Next, fasten your lips to hers +and take deep kisses +from this lovely one, your beloved, +nibbling at her and sucking hard at her clitoris: +this is called "Chushita" (Sucked). + +Cup, lift her young buttocks, +let your tongue-tip probe her navel, slither down +to rotate skilfully in the archway +of the love-god's dwelling and lap her love-water: +this is "Uchchushita" (Sucked Up). + +Stirring the root of her thighs, +which her own hands +are gripping and holding widely apart, +your fluted tongue drinks at her sacred spring: +this is "Kshobhaka" (Stirring). + +Place your darling on a couch, +set her feet to your shoulders, clasp her waist, +suck hard and let your tongue stir +her overflowing love-temple: +this is called "Bahuchushita" (Sucked Hard). + +If the pair of you lie side by side, +facing opposite ways, +and kiss each other's secret parts +using the fifteen techniques described above, +it is known as "Kakila" (the Crow). + +Role Reversal: +-------------- + +During lovemaking, ten types of blows +may be struck with the penis, +but of these only "Upasripta" (Natural), +which is instinctive even to untutored cowherds, +results in full clitoral stimulation. +It is a gentle forward stroke +which may be varied for depth and speed, +allowing a subtlety, rhythm +and spontaneity which +the other nine each lack to some degree. + +If you grasp your penis and move it +in circles inside her yoni, +it is "Madhavana" (Churning). +When you strike sharply down into the yoni, +it is "Hula" (the Double-edged Knife). + +If, when her hips are raised by a pillow, +you strike a rising blow, +it is "Avamardana" (Rubbing). +If you hold your penis pressed breathlessly +to her womb it is "Piditaka" (Pressing). + +If you withdraw completely +and then strike her violently to the womb, +it is "Nirghata" (the Buffet). +Continuous pressure on one side of her yoni +is "Varahaghata" (the Boar's Blow). + +If you thrust wildly in every direction, +like a bull tossing its horns, +it is "Vrishaghata" (the Bull's Blow). +Quivering in her yoni is "Chatakavilasa" (Sparrow Sport), +which usually heralds orgasm. + +The involuntary shuddering of orgasm +is called "Samputa" (the Jewel Case). +But no two women make love quite the same way, +so orchestrate your rhythms +to the moods and colors of each lover's "raga" (emotions). + +If long lovemaking exhausts you +before your lover has reached her orgasm, +you should allow her +to roll you over your back +and sit astride you, taking initiative. + +If the posture gives her deep pleasure, +or you enjoy its novelty, +she may transpose into it as a matter of course, +taking great care, however, +not to expel the linga from the temple of love. + +Consider: she climbs upon you, +the flowers dropping from her tousled hair, +her giggles turning to gasps; +every time she bends to kiss your lips +her nipples pierce your chest. + +As her hips begin to churn, +her head, flung back, bobs ever faster; +she scratches, pummels you with small fists, +fastens her teeth in your neck, +doing unto you what you've often done unto her. + +When she takes the man's role, +your lady has the choice +of three famous lovemaking techniques: +"Samdamsha (the Tongs), +"Bhramara" (the Bee) and "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + +If she uses the Mare's Trick, +gripping your penis with her yoni's vice, +squeezing and stroking it, +holding it inside her for a hundred heart-beats, +it is known as "Samdamsha" (the Tongs). +If, drawing up her feet, +she revolves her hips so that your penis +circles deep within her yoni, +you arching your body to help her, +it is "Bhramara" (the Bee). + +If she now swings her hips +in wide circles and makes figures-of-eight, +swaying upon your body +as though she were riding on a seesaw, +it is "Prenkholita" (the Swing). + +When her passion has ebbed, +she should rest, bending forward to lay +her forehead upon yours +without disturbing your yoked bodies: +it won't be long before desire stirs again. + +Catching your penis, the lady +with dark eyes like upturned lotus petals +guides it into her yoni, +clings to you and shakes her buttocks: +this is "Charunarikshita" (Lovely Lady in Control). + +Enthroned on your penis, +she places both hands on the bed +and makes love, while you +press your two hands to her thudding heart: +this is "Lilasana" (Seat of Sport). + +She sits upright upon you, +her head thrown back like a rearing mare, +bringing her feet together +on the bed to one side of your body: +this is "Hansabandha" (the Swan). + +The young woman has one foot +on your heart and the other on the bed. +Bold, saucy women adore this posture, +which is known to the world +as "Upavitika" (the Sacred thread). + +If, with one of her feet +clasped in your hand +and the second placed upon your shoulder, +your young lady enjoys you, +it is "Viparitaka" (Reversed). + +If your lover, seated above you +with feet lotus-crossed +and her body held erect and still +makes love to you, +it is known as "Yugmapada" (the Foot Yoke). + +If she strides you, +facing your feet, +brings both her feet up to your thighs, +and works her hips frantically, +it is known as "Hansa-lila" (Swan Sport). + +Your lover places one foot +on your ankle, lodges +her other foot just above your knee, +and rides you, swinging and rotating her hips: +this is "Garuda" (Garuda). + +If you lie flat on your back +with legs stretched out +and your lover sits astride you, facing away +and grasping your feet, +it is called "Virsha" (the Bull). +Clasping each other's hands, +you lie sprawled like two starfish making love, +her breasts stabbing your chest, +her thighs stretched out along yours: +this is "Devabandha" (the Coitus of the Gods). + +Lying upon you, your beloved +moves round like a wheel, +pressing hands one after the other on the bed, +kissing your body as she circles: +experts call this "Chakrabandha" (the Wheel). + +If, by means of some contraption, +your lover suspends herself above you, ********** +places your linga in her yoni ********** +and pulleys herself up and down upon it, ********** +it is "Utkalita" (the Orissan).** ********** + +** I must admit that this is kind of far fetched. However, there + is an illustration on the next page depicting this position + and showing two women pulling the woman up. +*** HOWEVER IF YOU DO GET A CHANCE, TRY IT OUT. IT'S ONE OF A + KIND OF AN EXPERIENCE. + +WARNING I: DON'T TRY ANY OF THESE METHODS DESCRIBED BELOW. +WARNING II: IF YOU ARE GOING TO TRY ANY ONE OF THE METHODS + DESCRIBED BELOW, YOU AND YOU ALONE ARE RESPONSIBLE + FOR IT. +----------------------------------------------------------------- + +To Enslave a Lover: +------------------- + +Anoint your penis, before lovemaking, +with honey into which +you have powered black pepper, +long pepper and "datura" (the green thorn apple) - +it will utterly devastate your lady. + +Leaves caught as they fall from trees +and powdered with peacock-bone +and fragments of a corpse's winding-sheet +will, when dusted lightly +on the penis, bewitch any woman living. + +If you crush milky chunks of cactus +with sulphur and realgar, +dry the mixture seven times, powder it +and apply it to your penis, +you'll satisfy the most demanding lover. + +And if, to these powerful ingredients, +you add a monkey's turd, +grind them together and sprinkle the powder +on your unsuspecting lover's head, +she will be your devoted slave for life. + +To Increase Potency: +-------------------- + +Honey-sweetened milk in which +the testicles of a ram +or a goat have been simmered +has the effect, when drunk, +of making a man as powerful as a bull. + +Pumpkin seeds ground with almonds +and sugarcane root, +or with cowhage root and strips of bamboo, +and stirred into honeyed milk, +have the same arousing effect. + +The sages say that wheat-flour cakes +baked with honey and sugar +and sprinkled with the powdered seeds +of pumpkin and cowhage +give one strength for a thousand women. + +The yolk of a single sparrow's egg +stirred into rice pudding +that has been thickened with cream, +wild-honey and "ghee" (clarified butter) +has the same invigorating effect. + +Enlarging the Penis or "Yoni" (Vagina): +--------------------------------------- + +First rub your penis with wasp stings +and massage it with sweet oil. +When it swells, let it dangle for ten nights +through a hole in your bed, +going to sleep each night on your stomach. + +After this period use a cool ointment +to remove the pain and swelling. +By this method men ... of insatiable +sexual appetite, manage to keep +their penises enlarged throughout their lives. + +By applying an ointment made from +crushed barleria leaves +to her "yoni", the elephant(HASTHINI or large) woman +can spend at least one night +discovering the delights of being a doe ("small" woman). + +Likewise the doe can use honey +mixed with powdered roots +of lotus, madder, "sal" (tree of aromatic gum), +the blue lotus and the mongoose plant +to accommodate a stallion for one night. + +To Cope With Impotence: +----------------------- + +A man who climaxes too swiftly +should arouse his lady +by caressing her clitoris with his fingers +and flooding the well +of her yoni before he enters her. + +If, during lovemaking, the erection +cannot be sustained because +the man is old, or simply exhausted +he should use the delicate +oral techniques given in an earlier chapter. + +The man who is utterly unable +to achieve an erection +should pleasure his wife/lover with a phallus +crafted from materials like +gold, silver, copper, iron (!!), ivory or horn. + +The artificial phallus should be shaped +to your natural proportions. +It will be more arousing for the lady +if the outside is studded +with a profusion of large, smooth nodules. + +=END OF FAQ FILE================================================= diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexx.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/sexx.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..009ab1b8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexx.jok @@ -0,0 +1,179 @@ +Subject: The .plan file of life +Date: 13 Feb 90 11:30:12 GMT + + + +This .plan file is my creation, and it actually resides on +my account at ccmax@eel.cs.ucla.edu +The account I'm using to send this mail to you cannot +(in my opinion) contain this .plan file because I doubt that +the School of Engineering here at UCLA will appreciate it. + +I am assuming the reader is familiar with the C language. +You may decide whether it is a bit too sexist and ROT13 it. + +So anyways, here's the file ... + + +PREFACE: I am trying to write a program that enables computers + to engage in sexual intercourse with a willing and able + partner (over a LAN or the Internet?). + In order for me to do that, I must first teach the + programmers writing this code what SEX is. That can + only be done in C (C++ version coming out soon). + So, here it is, excerpts from the book titled: + "SEXX, a brief practical introduction". + + Also available are: + 1) "SEXX - programmers' HANDbook". + 2) "SEXX - programmers' guide". + 3) "SEXX - programmers' tools". + 4) "SEXX - programmers' manual". + + (c) 1990 - Maxx Kisslick's Software Series. + + + ---------------- page 15 ---------------- + + +#include "people.h" +#include "items.h" +#include "places.h" +#include "personalities.h" + +procedure sexx( ListOfPeople, ListOfItems ) + person *ListOfPeople; + item *ListOfItems; +{ + person *PARTNER1 = ListOfPeople, + *PARTNER2 = ListOfPeople->nextVictim; + sexual position; /* sexual is, of course, a special type */ + money wallet; + int i; + + if ( LENGTH( ListOfPeople ) == 1 ) { + if ( PARTNER1->sex == MALE ) { + if ( SEARCH( ListOfItems, SexDoll ) == TRUE ) + ENJOY( PARTNER1, ArtificialT*ts, ArtificialP***y ); + else + ENJOY( PARTNER1, YourHand ); + } else { /* if it's a FEMALE */ + if ( SEARCH( ListOfItems, Vi***tor ) == TRUE ) + ENJOY( PARTNER1, GoodVibrations ); + else + ENJOY( PARTNER1, YourFinger ); + } + } else if ( LENGTH( ListOfPeople ) == 2 ) { + if ( PARTNER1->sex == MALE && PARTNER2->sex == MALE ) { + printf("AIDS ALERT, AIDS ALERT\n"); + if ( SEARCH( ListOfItem, Condoms ) == TRUE ) { + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + ENJOY( PARTNER2, PARTNER1 ); /* 2 wants to be on the top */ + } else { + printf("No glove no Love!?\n"); + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); /* only once this time */ + } + if ( PARTNER1->sex == FEMALE && PARTNER2->sex == FEMALE ) { + position = 69; + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2->tongue || PARTNER2->finger); + ENJOY( PARTNER2, PARTNER1->tongue || PARTNER1->finger); + } else { + /* Finally, some good, 'old fashioned' heterosexual sex. */ + /* Also, (PARTNER1->sex == FEMALE) - "ladies first", right!? */ + + switch( PARTNER1->PersonalityType ) { + case NONE: goto( HOME ); /* She ran away, you're too ugly */ + break; + case NUN: goto( HOME ); /* Might as well */ + break; + case WHORE: wallet = wallet - $50; + /* Or whatever the going rate is these days? */ + goto( MOTEL ); + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; + case PRUDE: for(i=0; i < 10; i++ ) { + goto( DINNER ); + wallet -= $50; + say("I Love you, dear"); + give( GoodNightKiss ); + } /* Wow, that was more expensive than the whore */ + goto( YourPlace ); + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; /* break up and find someone better */ + case CAUTIOUS: + goto( DINNER ); + talk( PreviousSexLife ); + lie( Haven'tHadSexFor2Years ); + goto( YourPlace || MyPlace ); + ENJOY?? ( PARTNER1, PARTNER2, WithGloveOn?? ); + break; + case CONFUSED: + goto( DINNER ); + say( "Lets just be friends" ); + GetHerDrunk(); + goto( YourPlace ); /* because she's too drunk */ + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; + case MentallyDisturbed: + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + goto( MentalHospital ); + LockHerUp(); + ThrowAwayTheKeys(); + break; /* and make sure she stays there */ + case WildNkinky: + goto( RESTAURANT ); /* To eat, but not dinner */ + Quickie( UnderTableInRestaurant ); + Quickie( InTheCarInFrontOfThePoliceStation ); + goto( YourPlace || MyPlace ); + Quickie( OnTheRoof ); + position = 70; /* guess what that is? */ + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; /* Exhausted, taking a break */ + case DOMINATRESS: + if ( SEARCH( ListOfItems, WhipsNchains ) == TRUE ) + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2->TiedUp ); + else goto( HOME ); /* No pain, no gain!! */ + break; + case ValleyGirl: + say( "OhMyGod, like I'm such a stud" ); + /* Valley English?! */ + say( "Lets go to my Bel Air Mansion" ); + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; + case ENGINEER: + take( PARTNER1, Plastic surgeon ); + take( PARTNER1, WeightLossClinic ); + wallet -= $1000; + /* if the above somewhat improved her looks */ + if ( PARTNER1->looks > 0 ) then + ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); + break; + case GlenCloseType: + case KathleenTurnerType: /* If have seen the War of the Roses */ + RunLikeHell(); + break; /* hopefully not your neck */ + case NORMAL: printf("You are out of luck!!\n"); + printf("A normal woman is an oxymoron\n"); + break; + case OfTheMissingCase: + say("Give me a light, NO ... Bud Lite"); + say("Tastes Great, Less filling..."); + break; + + default: ENJOY( PARTNER1, PARTNER2 ); /* enjoy anyways */ + printf("Anyone who has new cases, let me know\n"); + printf("I am ccmax@eel.cs.ucla.edu \n"); + } + } + } else /* when there are more than 2 people */ + ORGY( ListOfPeople, ListOfItems ); +} + + +funcktion ORGY( ); + /* See "SEXX - programmers' guide" for more details */ + +#include "guide.c" + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3aab735c Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.fun differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..97234b16 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexy.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +FILE: ALL YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT S E X !!! + + THIS FILE WILL GIVE YOU A GOOD BACKGROUND ON THE WORD SEX, AND WILL GIVE YOU A +STEP-BY-STEP PLAN TO FOLLOW WHEN ENGAGING IN IT. GOOD READING!!! + + THE WORD "SEX" IS DERIVED FROM THE LATIN WORD "SEXUS", MEANING "GENDER", OR +MALE OR FEMALE. THE WORD "SEX" HAS MANY DERIVATIVES. BELOW IS A SENTENCE OF +EACH. + +1) LET'S HAVE SEX!!! +2) LET'S HAVE SOME SEXUAL FUN!! +3) LET'S HAVE SEXUAL INTERCOURSE!!! +4) THAT GIRL IS SUPER-SEXY!! + + AS YOU CAN SEE, "SEX" IS A VERY POPULAR WORD! AND FOR GOOD REASON! SO, BELOW +I HAVE GIVEN STEP-BY-STEP INSTRUCTIONS IN HOW TO ENGAGE IN IT. READ CAREFULLY, +YOU JUST MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING!!! + +STEP 1: + ACQUIRE A GOOD-LOOKING GIRL (OR BOY, AS THE CASE MAY BE, UNLESS YOU'RE A FAG +OR A LESBIAN), AND ASK HIM (OR HER IF SHE (OR HE) WOULD LIKE TO HAVE "SEX". IF +SHE (OR HE) SAYS OK, YOU'RE IN LUCK, OTHERWISE TOO BAD!!! + +STEP 2: + FIND A SECLUDED SPOT, AND GET EACH OTHER TURNED ON (THE WAY YOU GO ABOUT THIS, +IS UP TO YOU!). THEN ENGAGE IN SOME "SEXUAL" FOREPLAY (MEANING MAKING OUT, OR +WHAT EVER YOU LIKE.). + +STEP 3: + IF YOU'RE TURNED ON, STRIP!!! IF NOT, CONTINUE WITH THE FOREPLAY. ONCE YOU +ARE STRIPPED, GET INTO A BED, OR SOME OTHER COMFORTABLE SPOT. + +STEP 4: + NOW, ASSUME THE BOY-ON-GIRL (OR GIRL-ON-BOY) POSITION, AND GET COMFORTABLE. +(THIS IS WHERE THE FUN PART COMES IN!!!) START BY RUBBING EACH OTHER'S BODY, IN +ANY SPOT YOU LIKE!! (FUN!) THEN, HAVE THE BOY INSERT HIS PROBING INSTRUMENT +INTO TARGET AREA "X". GIRLS, MAKE SURE YOUR MEN DO THIS SLOWLY, AS TO ATTAIN +MAXIMUM PLEASURE! + +STEP 5: + HAVE THE PERSON ON TOP, GIRL OR BOY, START MAKING QUICK UP-AND-DOWN THRUSTS. +BY THE WAY, THE BOY-ON-GIRL POSITION IS PREFERABLE, BECAUSE THERE WILL BE MORE +POWER BEHIND EACH STROKE. AFTER A FEW SECONDS, BOTH PARTNERS WILL BEGIN TO +EXPERIENCE GREAT FEELINGS OF "EUPHORIA" (SEE DEFINITION BELOW). CONTINUE TO DO +THIS, AND YOU WILL COME TO WHAT IS KNOWN AS THE "CLIMAX", WHERE YOU WILL GET AN +"ORGASM" (SEE DEFINITIONS BELOW), AND YOU WILL EXPERIENCE TOTALLY AWESOME +EUPHORIA!! (BY THE WAY, DURING THE ENTIRE TIME OF FORWARD-THRUSTS, YOU ARE +STILL RUBBING EACH OTHERS BODY!) + +STEP 6: + THANK YOUR PARTNER FOR THE GREAT TIME, AND SMOKE A CIGARRETTE (IF YOU DON'T +SMOKE, DRINK A PEPSI!) HAVE FUN!! + +EUPHORIA- A STATE OF TOTAL PLEASURE OR GREAT FEELING. + CLIMAX- THE HIGH POINT IN SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WHEN ORGASMS COME. + ORGASM- A GREAT FEELING OF EUPHORIA, WHICH COMES ONLY DURING SEX. +------------------------------------------------------------ +BY: THE DATA BLITXZ (DECEMBER 10, 1984) + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sexydogs.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sexydogs.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..bea9084d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sexydogs.txt @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ + MEMORANDUM + + TO: ALL CLIENTS WHO HAVE RECENTLY PURCHASED OR ARE ABOUT TO +PURCHASE A DOG. + + FROM: STOKES A. BAIRD AND JAMES C. LADD + + RE: WHAT NOT TO NAME YOUR DOG. + + EVERYBODY WHO HAS A DOG CALLS HIM "ROVER" OR "BOY". I CALLED +MINE "SEX". + + NOW, SEX HAS BEEN VERY EMBARRASSING TO ME, WHEN I WENT TO CITY +HALL TO RENEW HIS DOG LICENSE, I TOLD THE CLERK I WOULD LIKE TO +HAVE A LICENSE FOR SEX. HE SAID, "I'D LIKE TO HAVE ONE TOO". THEN +I SAID, "BUT THIS IS A DOG". HE SAID HE DIDN'T CARE WHAT SHE +LOOKED LIKE. THEN I SAID, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. " I'VE HAD SEX +SINCE I WAS NINE YEARS OLD". HE SAID I MUST HAVE BEEN QUITE A +KID!!! + + WHEN I GOT MARRIED AND WENT ON MY HONEYMOON, I TOOK THE DOG +WITH ME. I TOLD THE HOTEL CLERK THAT I WANTED A ROOM FOR MY WIFE +AND ME, AND A SPECIAL ROOM FOR SEX. HE SAID THAT EVERY ROOM IN +THE PLACE WAS FOR SEX. I SAID, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SEX KEEPS +ME AWAKE AT NIGHT". THE CLERK SAID, "ME TOO". + + ONE DAY I ENTERED SEX IN A CONTEST, BUT BEFORE THE COMPETITION +BEGAN, THE DOG RAN AWAY. ANOTHER CONTESTANT ASKED ME WHY I WAS +STANDING THERE LOOKING AROUND, I TOLD HIM I HAD PLANNED TO HAVE +SEX IN THE CONTEST. HE TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD HAVE SOLD MY OWN +TICKETS. "BUT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND", I SAID. "I HAD HOPED TO HAVE +SEX ON T.V.". HE CALLED ME A SHOW-OFF. + + WHEN MY WIFE AND I SEPARATED, WE WENT TO COURT TO FIGHT FOR +CUSTODY OF THE DOG. I SAID, "YOUR HONOR, I HAD SEX BEFORE I WAS +MARRIED". THE JUDGE SAID, "ME TOO". THEN I TOLD HIM THAT AFTER I +WAS MARRIED, SEX LEFT ME. HE SAID, "ME TOO". + + LAST NIGHT, SEX RAN OFF AGAIN. I SPENT HOURS LOOKING AROUND +TOWN FOR HIM. A COP CAME OVER TO ME AND ASKED, "WHAT ARE YOU +DOING IN THIS ALLEY AT 4 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING?". 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After all, you could have been confused and +decided that all you had to do was take a razor to your privates in order to +make a baby. That would have been bad. Now that you have come to the age +when the hair on your genitals curls up in recoil from its own self-disgust, +the techniques of lob and sack shearing can be passed on to you without the +looming hassle of legal recourse. + +To understand how all the steps interact, you must first know the desired +effect. When you are out of the shower and drying yourself with an off-white +egyptian cotton bath towel, you will want to be able to run your hand all +around your genital area and feel what can be explained as a thunder-rod +and nut-bag made of chamois. It should be free of skin catching stubble +that will irritate your skin and the skin of those you rub against. For +aesthetic purposes, you'll want a gradient of hair running from your pubic +region to your belly. You do not want an abrupt lack of hair under your +belt. The transfer from hairy to baldness should look as natural as +possible. You will hope not to see blood spots, and if you were careful +with the razor, you won't. The end result is pleasing to touch and nice +on the eyes. + +You will love your new improved loaf and jewels so much you won't be able to +stop stroking them for the first month. A top of the line shave requires +three things. First, Oil of Olay sensitive skin soap in bar form. The +liquid stuff won't work well. Women have known that foam and liquid soap +sucks for a long time. Everything but the bar is almost guaranteed to give +you razor burn on your pubic area. The pink Oil of Olay bar might work fine +too, but I have never used anything but sensitive skin soap. Second, a good +razor. The newer the knife, the better the shave. I use the light green, +sensitive skin, disposable twin blade with the aloe moisture strip to shave +the balls I adore (Not my own, obviously. I am a woman.). I know someone +who uses the Mach 5, or whatever that pumped up, three blade, guy razor +with the gripping aerodynamic handle is called. Finally, you need a stable +hand communicating with a capable brain. Be careful, move slowly. Find a +routine and a path that the razor glides over smoothly. Don't just start +hacking away at your skin where it folds. Use your fingers to pull the skin +flat and then shave it. Light the room that you will be shaving in well. +Keep the package area lathered. Double and triple check for smoothness. +If you miss a spot, don't cry. If your hair is longer than an inch, first +use clippers or scissors to trim before you make way to the shower. When +you are done, sprinkle some sexy smelling talcum powder down there and +start feeling like a real man. Kama Sutra honey dust is an excellent +product. You will have the kind of penis that deserves a blow job +anytime. If you skip the dick shear and opt to soften just your sack, +that is fine too. I can understand how a shiny strip of razor sharp metal +might frighten you into a limp eternity. Be clear on the aesthetic +consequences of that choice, however. This is not a decision you make once. +You must keep shaving to fight the stubble. + +One more thing; the size of your penis will appear bigger after shaving +in exact proportion to the length your pubes were before you went bald. +Beware of your smoother, larger, more satisfying sex tool. Women will +want you again after they've had you once, so wear a condom! Babies +and STDs are bad if you don't want them. + +GunErekt diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/snagging.chicks b/textfiles.com/sex/snagging.chicks new file mode 100644 index 00000000..db013a87 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sex/snagging.chicks differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/snaggingchicks.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/snaggingchicks.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..325ef7d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/snaggingchicks.txt @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ + +[]:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::[] +|| || +|| Snagging Chicks || +|| || +[]:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::[] + +Snagging chicks is one hell of a rough business, so that is why I have written +this file. This file is written for those of you who have never snagged a +chick before and would really like to +give it a shot. Hopefully this will set you on your way to a long and +illustrious chick snagging career. + +Snagging chicks is simply defined as getting a girl to like you enough to have +a long affair, or a one night stand. There are a variety of different methods +and I will explain them, and the technique to you. + +Let's face it, most chicks are almost dependent on what their first impression +of you is. You must have the clothes, the grin, the general look +that the girl is looking for. If you are a nerd type, look for nerd type +chicks. If you are the tough type, look for tough looking +chicks. If you are generally a wierdo like myself, than any sort of good +looking chick will do. Make sure you have the right 'look' for the +chicks inhabiting your area. + +Next, don't be boring. Chicks as a whole really hate and are bored by boring +guys. Try to create the impression that you are totally confident, +and a little cocky at the same time. Even though you may not be, this is a +very important attribute for snagging chicks. Confidence is very important. + +Chicks are often impressed by conversation that you make. If you suck at +talking to people, and are better at listening, you had better learn to talk +too. To learn how to make a good conversation, talk to your friends a lot. +Continually practice talking about seemingly unimportant things, and in no +time flat, you should be able to walk up to just about any chick +and start talking about stuff. + +When you talk to chicks, don't talk about boring things. Talk about exciting +things: wiping out on your skateboard, surfing, getting totally blasted, you +know, stuff like that. Chicks are more often than not impressed by bravado on +your part. Once you get started talking, you should be able to carry on for +a pretty long time. After you feel you somewhat know the chick, make sexual +slurs like 'hey, wanna look at my room?'.. stuff along that line. You know +it's working if the chick turns red, or grins. This is how you cn +test chicks to see what they are made of. If she can come back with slurs +directed toward you, you know you have a pretty funky chick. + +Remember, whn meeting chicks, act confidently and in a pretty cocky manner. +This seems to have worked a lot in my case, and in other cases I have studied. +Introduce yourself like 'hi, I'm Mike, anarchist extrodinaire'. Get up and +shake her hand vigorously and grin. + +Look directly into the chick's eyes a lot, even though it may seem entirely +freaky, do it anyway, because they seem to like it. Tryto grin at the same +time, but this is very difficult, and only for advanced chick snaggers. +Chicks are impressed by chivalry a lot, so if you really want to have some +major sex with her just go:' hey, wanna have some major sex?' this may seem +like an entirely impossible maneuver, but it is possible and has proved more +effective than just attacking the chick right then and there. If you really +can't handle that manuever, just do the latter, but the aforementioned is +really much more successful, especially if you have a fun chick to be around. + +Different Chicks and Techniques: + +Spazzy chicks: Spazzy chicks are usually the most interesting +chicks to try to nail, because they are simply the most +fun and can be approached directly. These chicks often +lick their lips in your direction or grab your ass. They +can be confronted directly and often like a weird attitude +toward life. + +Typical chick: Your typica chick that you can find +virtually all over the united states of america is usually +impressed by the image you convey. This type of chick +usually goes for a clean, nice looking dude who wears mirrored +sunglasses. This chick is easily embarrassed, and almost +impossible to have sex with at all. Booooorrrrrrriiiing. + +Wench chick: This chick would have sex with a tree stump +if it were possible for her. She is most often impressed +by the leather and chains type of guy who wears motorcycle +sunglasses and swears a lot. + +Psycho chick: This chick enjoys doing strangethings, like +skinny dipping, drinking, getting totally wasted, crashing +cars. In most attributes, she is a lot like the spazzy chick +and is often less intellient. + +Nerd chick: These cicks are usually not to great looking +and really pretty boring to be around. Only try to +snag these chicks if there is nothing else in your +area. They are impressed by GRADES. Ugh. + +Well, that is about it for this file, the most important +thing to nailing chicks isgetting up the balls to do +it. If you don't have the balls to go and do a lot of +this stuff, I don't know what you can do. Just think +to yourself "There are no consequences" and go for it. + +[]:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::[] +|| Written for: || +|| The Flaming Toilet 312-234-6795|| +|| Genesis Project IIe 312-395-1816|| +|| K.A.O.S. || +|| Renee (The Spazzy Chick) || +|| White Shark (Who gave me the idea) || +[]:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::[] + +a darkside 444 g-file production +special thanks to White Shark + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/solomon.sng b/textfiles.com/sex/solomon.sng new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0a5de67c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/solomon.sng @@ -0,0 +1,557 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex,alt.romance,alt.personals +From: noring@netcom.com (Jon Noring) +Subject: The Song of Solomon - Erotic poetry at its finest +Message-ID: <1993Jan15.210909.15432@netcom.com> +Organization: Netcom Online Communications Services (408-241-9760 login: guest) +Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1993 21:09:09 GMT +Lines: 555 + +Short Introduction + +Just because this is from the Old Testament of the Bible, don't let it fool +you. It is one of the finest erotic/romantic poems ever penned. Unless you +knew it came from the Bible, you'd never know it since there is no mention +of God, nor is there any religious theology given except the beauty and +grandeur of human sexuality and erotic love. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- +As an example of it's contents, here's the Man speaking in 7:6-9: + +"How beautiful you are and how pleasing, O love, with your delights! Your +stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit. +I said, 'I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.' May +your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath +like apples, and your mouth like the best wine." +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +Enjoy! + +Jon Noring + + +PLEASE, PLEASE don't post saying that this has figurative +religious significance - I know the views of The Church (tm) on this. +And if you decide to do so anyway, I'll guarantee that you'll see another +long post from me commenting on this very thing - it's already written and +ready to go. I just don't want to include it here since it may have the +undesirable effect of dulling the erotic power of this poem. But, it is +ready, just in case. I suggest to those who hold that viewpoint to just +sit on your hands this time around. + +Just ENJOY this poem for what it IS and keep Christian/Judaic theology +out of any discussion except for contextual/historical aspects. + + + +"The Song of Solomon" also known as "The Song of Songs" +------------------------------------------------------- + +(Note: There are apparently three voices in the following Biblical erotic +poem, based on the gender of the Hebrew pronouns used in the original text. +They are the woman (the beloved), the man (the lover) and the woman's friends. +It is unclear if the 'king' referred to in the text is the same person as +the man. Wherever there are difficulties in translation, or notes need to +be given, they are numbered in [..] and explained at the end of the text.) + + + +Intro [1:1] - Solomon's Song of Songs. + +Woman [1:2-4] - Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth - + for your love is more delightful than wine. + Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; + your name is like perfume poured out. + No wonder the maidens love you! + Take me away with you - let us hurry! + The king has brought me into his chambers. + +Friends [1:4] - We rejoice and delight in you; [1] + we will praise your love more than wine. + +Woman [1:4-7] - How right they are to adore you! + Dark am I, yet lovely, + O daughters of Jerusalem, + dark like the tents of Kedar, + like the tent curtains of Solomon. [2] + Do not stare at me because I am dark, + because I am darkened by the sun. + My mother's sons were angry with me + and made me take care of the vineyards; + my own vineyard I have neglected. + Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock + and where you rest your sheep at midday. + Why should I be like a veiled woman + beside the flocks of your friends? + +Man [1:8-11] - If you do not know, most beautiful of women, + follow the tracks of the sheep + and graze your young goats + by the tents of the shepherds. + I liken you, my darling, to a mare + harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh. + Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, + your neck with strings of jewels. + We will make you earrings of gold, studded with silver. + +Woman [1:12-14] - While the king was at his table, + my perfume spread its fragrance. + My lover is to me a sachet of myrrh + resting between my breasts. + My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms + from the vineyards of En Gedi. + +Man [1:15] - How beautiful you are, my darling! + Oh, how beautiful! + Your eyes are doves. + +Woman [1:16] - How handsome you are, my lover! + Oh, how charming! + And our bed is verdant. + +Man [1:17] - The beams of our house are cedars; + our rafters are firs. + +Woman [2:1] - I am a rose of Sharon, [3] + a lily of the valleys. + +Man [2:2] - Like a lily among thorns + is my darling among the maidens. + +Woman [2:3-13] - Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest + is my lover among the young men. + I delight to sit in his shade, + and his fruit is sweet to my taste. + He has taken me to the banquet hall, + and his banner over me is love, + Strengthen me with raisins, + refresh me with apples, + for I am faint with love. + His left arm is under my head, + and his right arm embraces me. + Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you + by the gazelles and by the does of the field: + Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires. + + Listen! My lover! + Look! Here he comes, + leaping across the mountains, + bounding over the hills. + My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. + Look! There he stands behind our wall, + gazing through the windows, + peering through the lattice. + My lover spoke and said to me, + + "Arise, my darling, + my beautiful one, and come with me. + See! The winter is past; + the rains are over and gone. + Flowers appear on the earth; + the season of singing has come, + the cooing of doves + is heard in our land. + The fig tree forms its early fruit; + the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. + Arise, come, my darling; + my beautiful one, come with me." + +Man [2:14-15] - My dove in the clefts of the rock, + in the hiding places on the mountainside, + show me your face, + let me hear your voice; + for your voice is sweet, + and your face is lovely. + Catch for us the foxes, + the little foxes + that ruin the vineyards, + our vineyards that are in bloom. + +Woman [2:16-17, + 3:1-11] - My lover is mine and I am his; + he browses among the lilies. + Until the day breaks + and the shadows flee, + turn, my lover, + and be like a gazelle + or like a young stag + on the rugged hills. [4] + + All night long on my bed + I looked for the one my heart loves; + I looked for him but did not find him. + I will get up now and go about the city, + through its streets and squares; + I will search for the one my heart loves. + So I looked for him but did not find him. + The watchmen found me + as they made their rounds in the city. + "Have you seen the one my heart loves?" + Scarcely had I passed them + when I found the one my heart loves. + I held him and would not let him go + till I had brought him to my mother's house, + to the room of the one who conceived me. + Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you + by the gazelles and by the does of the field: + Do not arouse or awaken love + until it so desires. + + Who is this coming up from the desert + like a column of smoke, + perfumed with myrrh and incense + made from all the spices of the merchant? + Look! It is Solomon's carriage, + escorted by sixty warriors, + the noblest of Israel, + all of them wearing the sword, + all experienced in battle, + each with his sword at his side, + prepared for the terrors of the night. + King Solomon made for himself the carriage; + he made it of wood from Lebanon. + Its posts he made of silver, + its base of gold. + Its seat was upholstered with purple, + its interior lovingly inlaid + by the daughters of Jerusalem. [5] + Come out, you daughters of Zion, + and look at King Solomon wearing the crown, + the crown with which his mother crowned him + on the day of his wedding, + the day his heart rejoiced. + +Man [4:1-15] - How beautiful you are, my darling! + Oh, how beautiful! + Your eyes behind your veil are doves. + Your hair is like a flock of goats + descending from Mount Gilead. + Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, + coming up from the washing. + Each has its twin; + not one of them is alone. + Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; + your mouth is lovely. + Your temples behind your veil + are like the halves of a pomegranate. + Your neck is like the tower of David, + built with elegance; [6] + on it hang a thousand shields, + all of them shields of warriors. + Your two breasts are like two fawns, + like twin fawns of a gazelle + that browse among the lilies. + Until the day breaks + and the shadows flee, + I will go to the mountain of myrrh + and to the hill of incense. + All beautiful you are, my darling; + there is no flaw in you. + + Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, + come with me from Lebanon. + Descend from the crest of Amana, + from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, + from the lions' dens + and the mountain haunts of the leopards. + You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; + you have stolen my heart + with one glance of your eyes, + with one jewel of your necklace. + How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! + How much more pleasing is your love than wine, + and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice! + Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; + milk and honey are under your tongue. + The fragrance of your garments is like that of Lebanon. + You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; + you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. + Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates + with choice fruits, + with henna and nard, + nard and saffron, + calamus and cinnamon, + with every kind of incense tree, + with myrrh and aloes + and all the finest spices. + You are a garden fountain, [7] + a well of flowing water + streaming down from Lebanon. + +Woman [4:16] - Awake, north wind, + and come, south wind! + Blow on my garden, + that its fragrance may spread abroad. + Let my lover come into his garden + and taste its choice fruits. + +Man [5:1] - I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; + I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. + I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; + I have drunk my wine and my milk. + +Friends [5:1] - Eat, O friends, and drink; + drink your fill, O lovers. + +Woman [5:2-8] - I slept but my heart was awake. + Listen! My lover is knocking: + "Open to me, my sister, my darling, + my dove, my flawless one. + My head is drenched with dew, + my hair with the dampness of the night." + I have taken off my robe - + must I put it on again? + I have washed my feet - + must I soil them again? + My lover thrust his hand through the latch-opening; + my heart began to pound for him. + I arose to open for my lover, + and my hands dripped with myrrh, + on the handles of the lock. + I opened for my lover, + but my lover had left; he was gone. + My heart had gone out to him when he spoke. + I looked for him but did not find him. + I called him but he did not answer. + The watchmen found me + as they made their rounds in the city. + They beat me, they bruised me; + they took away my cloak, + those watchmen of the walls! + O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you - + if you find my lover, + what will you tell him? + Tell him I am faint with love. + +Friends [5:9] - How is your beloved better than others, + most beautiful of women? + How is your beloved better than others, + that you charge us so? + +Woman [5:10-16] - My lover is radiant and ruddy, + outstanding among ten thousand. + His head is purest gold; + his hair is wavy + and black as a raven. + His eyes are like doves + by the water streams, + washed in milk, + mounted like jewels. + His cheeks are like beds of spice + yielding perfume. + His lips are like lilies + dripping with myrrh. + His arms are rods of gold + set with chrysolite. + His body is like polished ivory + decorated with sapphires. [8] + His legs are pillars of marble + set on bases of pure gold. + His appearance is like Lebanon, + choice as its cedars. + His mouth is sweetness itself; + he is altogether lovely. + This is my lover, this my friend, + O daughters of Jerusalem. + +Friends [6:1] - Where has your lover gone, + most beautiful of women? + Which way did your lover turn, + that we may look for him with you? + +Woman [6:2-3] - My lover has gone down to his garden, + to the beds of spices, + to browse in the gardens + and to gather lilies. + I am my lover's and my lover is mine; + he browses among the lilies. + +Man [6:4-12] - You are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, + lovely as Jerusalem, + majestic as troops with banners. + Turn your eyes from me; + they overwhelm me. + Your hair is like a flock of goats + descending from Gilead. + Your teeth are like a flock of sheep + coming up from the washing. + Each has its twin, + not one of them is alone. + Your temples behind your veil + are like the halves of a pomegranate. + Sixty queens there may be, + and eighty concubines, + and virgins beyond number; + but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, + the only daughter of her mother, + the favorite of the one who bore her. + The maidens saw her and called her blessed; + the queens and concubines praised her. + + Who is this that appears like the dawn, + fair as the moon, bright as the sun, + majestic as the stars in procession? + + I went down to the grove of nut trees + to look at the new growth in the valley, + to see if the vines had budded + or the pomegranates were in bloom. + Before I realized it, + my desire set me among the royal chariots of my people. [9] + +Friends [6:13] - Come back, come back, O Shulammite; + come back, come back, that we may gaze on you! + +Man [6:13-7:9] - Why would you gaze on the Shulammite + as on the dance of Mahanaim? + + How beautiful your sandaled feet, + O prince's daughter! + Your graceful legs are like jewels, + the work of a craftsman's hands. + Your navel is a rounded goblet + that never lacks blended wine. + Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by lilies. + Your breasts are like two fawns, + twins of a gazelle. + Your neck is like an ivory tower. + Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon + by the gate of Bath Rabbim. + Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon + looking toward Damascus. + Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. + Your hair is like royal tapestry; + the king is held captive by its tresses. + How beautiful you are and how pleasing, + O love, with your delights! + Your stature is like that of the palm, + and your breasts like clusters of fruit. + I said, "I will climb the palm tree; + I will take hold of its fruit." + May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine, + the fragrance of your breath like apples, + and your mouth like the best wine. + +Woman [7:9-8:4] - May the wine go straight to my lover, + flowing gently over lips and teeth. [10] + I belong to my lover, + and his desire is for me. + Come, my lover, let us go to the countryside, + let us spend the night in the villages. [11] + Let us go early to the vineyards + to see if the vines have budded, + if their blossoms have opened, + and if the pomegranates are in bloom - + there I will give you my love. + The mandrakes send out their fragrance, + and at our door is every delicacy, + both new and old, + that I have stored up for you, my lover. + + If only you were to me like a brother, + who was nursed at my mother's breasts! + Then, if I found you outside, + I would kiss you, + and no one would despise me. + I would lead you + and bring you to my mother's house - + she who has taught me. + I would give you spiced wine to drink, + the nectar of my pomegranates. + His left arm is under my head + and his right arm embraces me. + Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: + Do not arouse or awaken love + until it so desires. + +Friends [8:5] - Who is this coming up from the desert + leaning on her lover? + +Woman [8:5-7] - Under the apple tree I roused you; + there your mother conceived you, + there she who was in labor gave you birth. + Place me like a seal over your heart, + like a seal over your arm; + for love is as strong as death, + its jealousy unyielding as the grave. [12,13] + It burns like blazing fire, + like a mighty flame. [14] + Many waters cannot quench love; + rivers cannot wash it away. + If one were to give + all the wealth of his house for love, + it would be utterly scorned. [15] + +Friends [8:8-9] - We have a young sister, + and her breasts are not yet grown, + What shall we do for our sister + for the day she is spoken for? + If she is a wall, + we will build towers of silver on her. + If she is a door, + we will enclose her with panels of cedar. [16] + +Woman [8:10-12] - I am a wall, + and my breasts are like towers. + Thus I have become in his eyes + like one bringing contentment. + Solomon had a vineyard in Baal Hamon; + he let out his vineyard to tenants. + Each was to bring for its fruit + a thousand shekels of silver. + But my own vineyard is mine to give; + the thousand shekels are for you, [17] + O Solomon, + and two hundred are for those [18] + who tend its fruit. + +Man [8:13] - You who dwell in the gardens + with friends in attendance, + let me hear your voice! + +Woman [8:14] - Come away, my lover, + and be like a gazelle + or like a young stag + on the spice-laden mountains. + + + +Notes: +===== + +[1] In the Hebrew, the pronoun 'you' is masculine singular. +[2] Or 'Salma'. +[3] Possibly a member of the crocus family. +[4] Or 'the hills of Bether'. +[5] Or 'its inlaid interior a gift of love / from'. +[6] The meaning of the Hebrew for this word (trans. as 'elegance') + is uncertain. +[7] Or 'I am' (spoken by the woman). +[8] Or 'lapis lazuli'. +[9] Or 'among the chariots of Amminadab'; or 'among the chariots of the + people of the prince'. +[10] Septuagint, Aquila, Vulgate and Syriac; Hebrew 'lips of sleepers'. +[11] Or 'henna bushes'. +[12] Alternative translation to 'jealousy' is 'ardor'. +[13] Hebrew 'Sheol'. +[14] Or 'like the very flame of the Lord'. +[15] Alternative translation to 'it' is 'he'. +[16] The original meaning of the metaphors 'wall', 'door' is not known. +[17] That is, about 25 pounds weight. +[18] That is, about 5 pounds weight. + + +End of the Song of Solomon + +-- +Charter Member of the INFJ Club. + +Now, if you're just dying to know what INFJ stands for, be brave, e-mail me, +and I'll send you some information. It WILL be worth the inquiry, I think. + +============================================================================= +| Jon Noring | noring@netcom.com | I VOTED FOR PEROT IN '92 | +| JKN International | IP : 192.100.81.100 | Support UNITED WE STAND! | +| 1312 Carlton Place | Phone : (510) 294-8153 | "The dogs bark, but the | +| Livermore, CA 94550 | V-Mail: (510) 417-4101 | caravan moves on." | +============================================================================= +Who are you? Read alt.psychology.personality! That's where the action is. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sorority.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sorority.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..049f41c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sorority.txt @@ -0,0 +1,225 @@ + + Here it is, by psuedo-popular demand, the one and only, true to life, +TRUE COMPLETE VERSION OF SORORITY GIRL JOKES. This includes jokes from +previous Canonicals on rec.humor, as well as from other sources. I have +formatted it as Question indented, Answer isn't. Maybe is isn't the best +format, but it's a lot easier than having to type a few hundred q's and a's. +Also, there may be a few listed twice. I've had this archived for a while, +and haven't had time to look through it. If you find any doubles, or know +any that aren't on here, post them, and I'll be sure to add them. Enjoy! + + + THE CANONICAL LIST OF SORORITY GIRL JOKES + + What's a sorority girl put behind her ears to make her more attractive? +Her ankles. + + What is the difference between a sorority girl and a bowling ball? +You can only put three fingers in a bowling ball. +You could eat a bowling ball if you had to. +You can't fit a sorority girl inside a bowling ball. + + How are a sorority girl and a bowling ball alike? +You can pick them up, stick your fingers in them, and throw them in the +gutter and they always come back for more. + + What is the difference between sorority girls and hookers ? +Sorority girls cost less per score. + + What is the difference between a sorority girl and an elephant? +About 40 lbs. +How do you equalize the two? +Feed the elephant. + + What's the first thing a sorority girl does in the morning? +Introduce herself. +Walks home. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and the Titanic? +Only 1500 went down on the Titanic. + + How can you tell if a sorority girl has achieved orgasm? +She drops her nail file. + + What's a sorority girl's favorite wine? +"Daaadddy, I want to go to mi-ammmmi." + + What do you get when you cross a sorority girl with an ape? +Don't know. There is only so much an ape can be forced to do... + + Why is a sorority girl like a door knob? +Cause everyone gets a turn. + + How do you get a sorority girl in your bed? +Grease her hips so she'll fit through the door and throw a twinkie on the +bed. + + Did you hear about the new sorority girl doll? +You put a ring on her finger and her hips expand. + + What's the difference between sorority girls and garbage? +Garbage gets taken out once a week. + + What do you call 100 sorority girls sun-bathing on a beach in Cuba? +Bay of Pigs. + + What do you call a sorority girl hang-glider festival? +Multiple total eclipses. + + What is a sorority girl's mating call... +"I'm soooo drunk, I'm sooooo drunk!" + + What is the difference between a sorority girl and a toilet? +After you use a toilet it doesn't follow you around for three days. + + What do you get when cross a lawyer with a sorority girl?? +Nothing. There are some things a sorority girl won't do. +I don't know, but it sure enjoys screwing people. +I don't know, but when it sucks your cock, it does't stop until it gets +blood. + +1) Tri Delts; I'm sure everyone else has. +2) If your date won't, Tri Delts. +3) Once you've tried everyone else, Tri Delts. + __________ __________ + / / / + / / / + / / / + / / / + \ /________ \ + Tri Delts: Two out of three go down. + + What do fraternity boys call hemorrhoids ? +Speed bumps. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and a dog ? +Drivers will swerve to miss the dog. + + How many sorority girls does it take to change a light bulb? +Two, one to hold the Diet Pepsi, and one to call Daaaaddy. +7, one to change it and six to go out and buy Tab (or diet Coke). +65, 1 to do it and 64 to sing and clap. +One. She holds on to it and the world revolves around her. +Six. One to screw it in and five to make the T-shirts. +Ten. Nine to stand around scratching their heads, and one to +get her boyfriend to do it. + + Why is a sorority girl like railroad tracks? +She's been laid all over the country. + + What three words will a sorority girl never hear? +"Attention K-mart shoppers" + + Why does a sorority girl close her eyes during sex? +So she can fantasize about shopping. + + What is a sorority girl's favorite sexual position? +Facing Bloomingdale's. + + What's the difference between Jell-o and a sorority girl? +Jell-o wiggles when you eat it. + + What do you call a sorority girl's waterbed? +The Dead Sea +Lake Michigan +Lake Placid + + How can you tell if a sorority girl's a nymphomaniac? +She'll make love the same day she has her hair done. + + What's a sorority girl's idea of natural childbirth? +No makeup. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and a barracuda? +Nail polish. + + How do you prevent a sorority girl from having sex? +Marry her. + + Whats the difference between a sorority girl and a broom closet? +Only 2 men fit inside a broom closet at once + + What's the difference between a telephone booth and a sorority girl? +You don't need a quarter for the sorority girl. +Only one person can use a telephone at once. + + What's the difference between a sorority and a circus? +A circus is a cunning array of stunts. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and garbage? +Garbage smells better. +Sorority girl attract more flies. + + What' the difference between a sorority girl and a vacuum cleaner? +Nothing. They both suck. +You can buy a new vacuum when you get sick of it. +You can buy a new vacuum when it no longer sucks. +When a vacuum cleaner is full of sh*t, its easy to dump the old bag. +A vacuum cleaner can't suck a golf ball through a garden hose. + + How do you get four sorority girls on one chair? +Tell them there's a rich guy sitting on it. +Turn the chair upside down and put one sorority girl on each leg. + + What's the difference between a tribe of sly pygmies and a sorority girl +track team? +The tribe of sly pygmies is a bunch of cunning runts. + + What is the difference between a sorority girl and a rooster? +In the morning a rooster says "cock-a-doodle-doo", while a sorority girl says +"any-cock'll-do" + + Why does a sorority girl wear underwear? +To keep her ankles warm. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and a Rolls Royce? +Not everybody has been in a Rolls Royce. + + What is the difference between sorority girls and hookers ? +Sorority girls cost less per score. + + What do you call a sorority girl's waterbed? +Lake Michigan + + What does the Bermuda Triangle and Sorority girls have in common? +They both swallow semen. + + What do you call 24 sorority girls walking down the street? +A case of Schlitz. + + What's the difference between a sorority girl and parsley? +You don't eat parsley. + + Why are a sorority girl and a tampon similar? +They are both stuck up cunts. + + What do you say to a sorority girl that won't give in? +"Have another beer." + + Have you heard about the new Sorority girl doll? +You put a ring on her finger and her hips expand. + + What does a sorority girl make for dinner? +Reservations. + + Why does a sorority girl wear a gold diaphragm? +So her boyfriend will think he is coming into money. + + What is foreplay for a sorority girl? +Thirty minutes of begging. + What did the sorority girl say when she knocked over a priceless Ming vase? +Oh, Daaaaddy, it's ok, I'm not hurt. + + What's the difference between a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, and a sorority +girl? +A prostitute says "Are you done yet?", a nymphomaniac says "You're done +already?", and a sorority girl says "Beige...I think I'll paint the ceiling +beige." + +------------------------------------------------------------------------- +To state it briefly: (MBT3@PSUVM) "All I know is... if that gold + _ ___ _ _ isn't in that cave, then... +|\| | |/ |_ | | |_ |] | |_ it's gotta be someplace else!" +| | | |_ | | |_ | |_ | -Chuck Norris (Firewalker) +------------------------------------------------------------------------- + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/squid.pur b/textfiles.com/sex/squid.pur new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3e71fece --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/squid.pur @@ -0,0 +1,2890 @@ +From: jearls@tekig6.PEN.TEK.COM (Jeffrey David Earls) +Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles +Subject: ********* SQUID PURITY TEST ********* +Message-ID: <8750@tekig7.PEN.TEK.COM> +Date: 12 Feb 93 15:36:58 GMT +Organization: Tektronix, Inc., Beaverton, OR. +Lines: 438 + +It's a party game, it's a hearty salad, it's birdcage lining, it's ..... + + =================================================== + The Official, Sanctioned DoD Squid Purity Test(tm). + =================================================== + +All questions are asked in the context of a street motorcycle ridden on public +highways, unless otherwise noted. + + +Scoring: The number in parenthesis after each question is the number of + points you must add to your cumulative total if your answer to + the particular question is "yes". Some questions have special + instructions. + + On the multiple choice questions, points are as follows + [a] -1 point + [b] +2 points + [c] +4 points + [d] +7 points + [e] +10 points + + + When you are done, add your points up and divide by 33.96 + This will give you your "squid percentage". + + +Enjoy. + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- +General +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Do you know what a motorcycle is? (-1) + + Have you ever seen a picture of a motorcycle? (-1) + + Have you ever seen a motorcycle in person? (-1) + + Have you ever heard a motorcycle? (-1) + + Have you ever touched a motorcycle? (-1) + + Have you ever sat on a motorcycle? (-1) + + Ever ridden on a motorcycle? (-1) + + Can you spell motorcycle? (-1) + + Do you own a motorcycle? (-1) + + Do you own two or more motorcycles? (+1) + + Do you own a non-running motorcycle? (+1) + + Do you own a motorcycle with crash damage? (+1) + + Do you think you know what DoD stands for? (+1) + + Do you _know_ what DoD stands for? (-1) + + Do you care what DoD stands for? (+2) + + Do you know what DoD Nominal is? (+1) + + Have you ever heard of spooge? (-1) + + Do you think you know what spooge is? (+1) + + Do you _know_ what spooge is? (-1) + + Have you ever seen spooge? (-1) + + Have you ever touched spooge? (+1) + + Have you ever used spooge as a dessert topping? (+2) + + Have you ever washed your motorcycle? (-1) + + Have you ever washed your motorcycle at a high-pressure car wash? (+3) + + Have you ever washed your motorcycle with a toothbrush? (+1) + + Have you ever taken an MSF course? (-2) + + Did you crash while taking the MSF course? (+2) + + Have you totalled a motorcycle while taking an MSF course? (+10) + + Have you ever repeated an MSF course? (+1) + + Have you ever forgotten to turn on the gas petcock until the engine dies + in the middle on an intersection? (+2) + + Have you ever forgotten to raise the sidestand before riding off? (+2) + + Have you ever gotten off your bike and walked away without putting down the + kickstand? (+2) + + Have you ever filled your motorcycle's gas tank while sitting on the + bike? (+1) + + Were you able to do this without spilling gas all over the bike and + yourself? (-1) + + Have you ever dropped a bike while attempting this maneuver? (+2) + + Have you ever forgotten to switch your motorcycle's petcock from "reserve" + to "on" after filling up? (+1) + + Have you ever dropped a motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped a bike because your pant leg was caught on + something? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped a bike before the first 600 mile service? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped a bike because of a wet railroad track? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped your bike on the driveway? (+2) + + Did you drop your bike the first time you rode it down your driveway? (+3) + + Have you ever kicked started your bike? (-1) + + Have you ever tried to kick start your bike while it was in gear? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped a bike because you tried to kick start it in gear? (+3) + + Have you done this maneuver more than once? (+3) + + Have you ever push started a bike? (+1) + + Have you ever had to push the bike for more than 50 yards while attempting + to start it? (+1) + + Have you ever had someone push your bike while you were riding it in an + attempt to start it? (+1) + + Did you make them run more than 50 yards before attempting to start the + engine? (+3) + + Do you regularily have to push start your bike? (+2) + + Have you ever jump started your bike from a car? (+2) + + Have you ever lost control of a motorcycle while attempting to put it up on + the centerstand? (+1) + + Have you ever attempted to put a bike on the centerstand without providing + enough space behind the bike so that you end up smashing the taillight into + an immovable hard object (like a brick wall or lamp post)? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped a bike because you tried to put the bike on it's + centerstand without getting off the bike? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped it at low speed because you were holding the broken + throttle cable in your hand and the accelerated in a left hand turn? (+3) + + Do you store your motorcycle on a city street? (+3) + + Do you store your motorcycle in a locked garage? (-1) + + Do you store your motorcycle in your living room? (+2) + + Have you ever closed your garage door on your motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped a bike in a crowded parking lot? (+1) + + Have you ever started a chain reaction by dropping your bike onto a line of + parked bikes? (+3) + + Did you receive applause for this? (+1) + + Were you admitted to the emergency room because of this? (-1) + + Have you ever parked a motorcycle so as to take up more than one space? (+1) + + Have you ever pulled up at a stop light and didn't put your feet down which + resulted in falling over while trying to impress the babes in the car next + to you? (+4) + + Have you ever pulled up at a stop light and didn't put your feet down which + resulted in falling over because you forgot that you took the sidecar + off? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped your helmet? (+1) + + Have you dropped your helmet more than once on a trip? (+1) + + More than 3 times? (+1) + + Were you concerned? (-1) + + Have you ever kicked your helmet? (+2) + + Have you ever loaded your motorcycle into a pickup? (+1) + + Does your motorcycle spend more time in a pickup than on the road? (+2) + + Do you require that a pickup follow you on all rides? (+2) + + Does your insurance company require that a pickup follow you on all + rides? (+3) + + Have you ever used a loading ramp to get your bike into the pickup? (-1) + + Did you rather just pick up the pieces and heave the large chunks into the + pickup bed? (+2) + + Did the ramp consist of a single 2x4? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden the bike up the loading ramp? (+3) + + Have you ever crashed into the back of the pickup cab? (+4) + + Was the event seen on national broadcast television? (+2) + + Has the bike ever fallen off the ramp? (+2) + + Were you on the bike at the time? (+3) + + Have you ever had a motorcycle fall out of a pickup? (+2) + + Have you ever had a motorcycle fall off a trailer? (+2) + + Have you ever loaded your motorcycle into a car? (+3) + + In one piece? (+3) + + Do you warm up your engine in the morning by holding it at redline? (+4) + + Have you ever used fuel with an octane rating higher than 100? (+2) + + Have you ever used octane booster? (+2) + + Do you regularily use octane booster? (+2) + + Have you ever used racing fuel? (+4) + + Have you ever used nitromethane? (+6) + + Have you ever run out of gas? (+1) + + Have you run out of gas twice in one day? (+3) + + Have you run out of gas more than 2 times in two days? (+3) + + Have you ever thought you'd have enough gas to get there, and run out? (+2) + + Do you go riding with a friend only because you know they have at least a + seven gallon tank? (+2) + + Have you ever had to bum gas off a riding buddy? (+1) + + Have you ever had to do so more than once in one day? (+2) + + Has your riding buddy ever run out of gas because he/she kept having to + give you gas? (+4) + + Have you ever run out of gas more than 30 miles from the nearest + station? (+1) + + More than 60 miles? (+2) + + More than 100 miles? (+4) + + Have you ever ignored a road sign which said "NEXT SERVICES 179 MILES" + when you knew you only had a range of 130 miles on a full tank? (+7) + + Have you ever had the engine sputter, only to discover that you had forgotten + to switch the petcock off of "reserve" at the last fill-up? (+2) + + Have you ever hit reserve headed uphill while passing an 18-wheeler on + a double yellow on a two-lane road while riding an expensive borrowed + bike with two fuel petcocks? (+2) + + Do you keep track of your gas mileage as a matter of routine? (-1) + + Have you ever used the mileage log to help spot engine problems before + they become expensive? (-3) + + Do you keep an accurate service log? (-3) + + Do you need to add engine oil more often than gas? (+3) + + Have you ever had to go off the road in order to avoid an accident? (+5) + + Have you ever had an off-road accident on a street motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you ever dropped your bike in the presence of 2 other people? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped your bike in the presence of more than 5 other + people? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle stoned? (+10) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle drunk? (+10) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle while you were very angry? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle while you were extremely tired? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle after dark without a headlight? (+4) + + Have you ever been caught after sunset with Lucas electrics? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden over 500 miles in one day? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden over 1000 miles in one day? (+3) + + Have you ever burnt your leg on an exhaust pipe? (+1) + + What about your hand? (+1) + + Have you done it more than once? (+5) + + Have you ever sat on your hands to keep them warm? (+2) + + Have you ever placed your hands on your motorcycle's engine to keep them + warm? (+2) + + Have you ever patched a tire with duct tape? (+6) + + Have you ever patched an oil leak with duct tape? (+4) + + Have you ever patched an oil leak with locally available materials like + mud, sticks, and moss? (+4) + + Have you ever forgotten to turn off your turn signal? (+1) + + Have you ever had a riding buddy chase you down to alert you to this + problem? (+1) + + Have you ever had a riding buddy chase you down and turn off your signal for + you? (+3) + + Have you ever forgotten to put the bike into 1st from neutral at a + stoplight? (+1) + + Ever get odd looks from people when your bike hits 7,000rpm in neutral at a + light? (+2) + + Have you ever tried to start from a stoplight in any gear other than + 1st? (+1) + + Have you ever missed second gear, gotten stuck in neutral, and over revved + your engine in the middle of an intersection? (+2) + + Have you ever driven over the speed limit? (+1) + + What about double the speed limit? (+3) + + Have you ever driven double the speed limit through a curve or corner? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden triple the posted speed through a curve? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden quadruple the posted speed through a curve? (+8) + + Have you ever gotten air off of a speed bump? (+3) + + Were you riding a Goldwing at the time? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden off a curb? (+1) + + Have you ever bounced off a curb? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden up a curb? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden up a curb at more than 15 mph? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden up a curb at more than 30 mph? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden the wrong way on a one-way street? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden the wrong way on a one-way street at DoD nominal? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden the wrong way on a one-way street while franticly waving + your arms? (+3) + + Have you ever dodged oncoming traffic while riding the wrong way on a one-way + street? (+3) + + Have you ever used Armor-All on your seat? (+1) + + Have you ever used Armor-All on your seat a second time? (+4) + + Have you ever considered buying a neon tank bag? (+3) + + Have you ever actually bought a neon tank bag? (+5) + + Have you ever totalled (i.e beyond repair) your bike? (+5) + + Have you ever totalled a friend's bike? (+10) + + Have you ever totalled a stranger's bike? (+10) + + While riding it? (+8) + + Are you held together with steel pins as a result of your motorcycling + experience? (+2) + + Do you brake for llamas? (+3) + + Have you ever tried to ride off without remembering to remove the lock + from a wheel or brake rotor? (+2) + + Did you do this at a motorcycle swap meet in front of hundreds of + people? (+4) + + Did it cause you to drop your bike? (+1) + + Have you ever tried to ride off withour remembering to undo the fork + lock? (+3) + + Have you ever carried skis on your motorcycle? (+1) + + Have you ever carried an item on your motorcycle that required a + red flag at the end? (+2) + + Have you ever carried a 4'x8' sheet of plywood on your motorcycle? (+3) + + At more than 5 mph? (+4) + + Have you ever tried to ride the wrong direction over a one-way spike barrier + in a parking lot? (+2) + + Have you ever done a cross-country trip on a motorcycle displacing less + than 250 cc's? (+2) + + Have you ever done a cross-country ride in less than 3 days? (+3) + + Have you ever participated in an Iron-butt rally? (+2) + + Have you ever won an Iron-butt rally? (+2) + + Have you ever seized up a 2-stroke bike because you just dumped the oil + into the gas and it didn't mix? (+2) + + Have you ever rebuilt a bike in your college dorm room? (+3) + + Did you get the oil stains out of the carpet? (-1) + + Were you able to keep the custodians from knowing anything about it? (+1) + + Have you ever wired up a parking light bulb in the headlight because + the generator doesn't work? (+3) + + Are you a Kot _anything_ ? (1 point per Keeper title up to 6 pts) + + Does your motorcycle's license plate read either "DENIZEN" or "DOOM"? (+2) + + Does your motorcycle's license plate read "SQUID"? (+3) + + Does your motorcycle's license plate read "2FAST4U" or "NEDRGR"? (+5) + + Have you ever split lanes of traffic on the freeway when traffic was moving + at more than 5 mph? (+1) + + When traffic was moving at more than 10 mph? (+2) + + When traffic was moving at more than 25 mph? (+3) + + When traffic was moving at more than 40 mph? (+4) + + When traffic was moving at the posted speed limit? (+5) + + Have you ridden with a broken clutch cable? (+2) + + Have you chosen to carry an extra cable after that? (-1) + + Have you ever wondered why there is a "Gold Wing _Road_ Riders Association" + when there is no associated "Gold Wing _Dirt_ Riders Association"? (+1) + + Have you ever cooled your "after ride beer" by burying it, pouring gas on + it and lighting it? (+2) + + Have you ever taken a picture of a motorcycle? (+1) + + Are the walls of your house/apartment/room/garage covered with pictures + of motorcycles? (+1) + + Have you ever collected motorcycle sales brouchures solely to hang them + on your walls? (+2) + + Have you ever had a muffler fall off? (+1) + + Have you ever had a muffler fall off and not notice it? (+2) + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Riding Skills +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + How many public/occupied buildings have you ridden into? (Houses don't + count as public, taverns and schools do) (2 points per bldg up to 12 pts.) + + Intentionally? (+3) + + Were any of the occupants were expecting you to do this at the time? (-1) + + Have you ever ridden up a flight of stairs on a street bike? (+2) + + How many continuous flights? (1 point per flight up to 10 pts) + + Did the stairs have a 180 degree turn in them? (+1) + + Have you ever gotten your motorcycle stuck in a stairwell? (+1) + + Is it still there? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden into a freight elevator? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden into a passenger elevator? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden into a passenger elevator at a posh hotel? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden through a window? (+2) + + Was it open before you went through it? (-1) + + Have you ever worn tires right to the edge of the tread? (+1) + + Have you ever worn tires past the edge of the tread? (+2) + + Have you ever had the rubber on the edges of your tires ball up (from + riding on public highways)? (+3) + + Have you ever had your tires get greasy? (+2) + + Have you ever blistered a set of tires? (+3) + + Have you ever blistered a set of Cheng Shins? (+5) + + Have you ever bedded in your brake pads taking the bike up to DoD + nominal and dropping anchor hard? (+4) + + Have you ever locked up a wheel? (+2) + + Did it leave a skid mark over 10 feet long? (+2) + + 20 feet? (+1) + + 30 feet? (+1) + + 50 feet? (+2) + + Have you ever locked up both wheels simultaneously? (+2) + + Did the skid marks remain parallel? (-1) + + Have you ever locked up both wheels simultaneously on a motorcycle weighing + over 600 pounds? (+2) + + Have you ever had the rear wheel hop under heavy braking? (+1) + + Have you ever locked a wheel intentionally? (+2) + + Have you ever locked both wheels intentionally? (+3) + + If you ride a bike with a sidecar, have you ever locked all three + wheels? (+4) + + Have you low-sided a street bike (not on a track)? (+2) + + Have you ever low-sided a sidecar equipped motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you high-sided a street bike (not on a track)? (+3) + + Have you ever high-sided a sidecar equipped motorcycle? (+5) + + Have you ever done a flying-W on a street bike? (+4) + + Have you ever endoed a street bike? (+4) + + Have you ever been leaned over so far you rubbed the side or edge of your + riding boot/shoe? (+1) + + Have you ever been leaned over so far you rubbed the side or edge of your + beach sandal? (+4) + + Have you ever attained DoD nominal on public highway? (+1) + + Have you ever failed to attain DoD nominal? (+1) + + Have you ever been over 125 mph on a public highway? (+3) + + Have you ever been over 140 mph on a public highway? (+5) + + Have you ever attempted to find the top speed of your bike on a + public highway? (+5) + + Have you ever _found_ the top speed of your bike on a public highway? (+5) + + Have you ever run your bike's engine past the redline momentarily? (+1) + + Was it because you missed a shift? (+1) + + Was it intentional? (+2) + + Have you ever run your bike's engine past the redline and kept it there? (+4) + + Have you ever found a false neutral? (+1) + + Have you ever had a bike pop out of gear during hard acceleration? (+1) + + Have you ever dragged a peg feeler? (+2) + + Have you ever had a footpeg feeler knocked off? (+3) + + Have you ever imbedded a footpeg feeler in the road? (+4) + + Have you ever dragged a muffler? (+4) + + Have you ever dented a muffler going around a curve? (+4) + + Have you ever dragged a passenger peg? (+4) + + Have you ever dragged a turn signal? (+5) + + Have you ever dragged a peg feeler before your tires warmed up? (+3) + + Have you ever dragged a peg feeler before your new tires have been well + scrubbed in? (+3) + + Have you ever slid your rear tire while cornering? (+2) + + Have you ever slid your front tire while cornering? (+3) + + Have you ever slid both tires simultaneously while cornering? (+4) + + Have you ever done a burn-out? (+3) + + Have you ever done a burn-out with a new tire? (+5) + + Do you use burn-outs as a regular method for scrubbing in new tires? (+5) + + Have you ever done a burn-out until the tire popped? (+5) + + Have you ever won a burn-out competition? (+5) + + Have you ever done a burn-out while accelerating? (+5) + + Did it leave a mark over 5 feet long? (+2) + + Over 10 feet long? (+2) + + Over 20 feet long? (+2) + + Over 50 feet long? (+2) + + Have you ever done a burn-out donut? (+5) + + Do you have pictures? (+2) + + Do you have them framed? (+3) + + Have you ever done a burn-out at the end of a straight? (+5) + + Have you ever attempted a wheelie? (+2) + + Have you ever attempted a wheelie on a Harley chopper? (+3) + + Have you ever attempted a wheelie on a full-dress touring bike? (+3) + + Have you ever attempted a wheelie while cornering? (+4) + + Have you ever attempted a stoppie? (+2) + + Have you ever attempted a stoppie on a BMW R100GS/PD? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped your bike trying either? (+2) + + Have you ever maintained a wheelie for over 30 feet? (+3) + + Have you ever upshifted while maintaining a wheelie? (+2) + + Have you ever downshifted while maintaining a wheelie? (+3) + + Have you ever missed a shift while maintaining a wheelie? (+3) + + Have you ever hit the rev-limiter while maintaining a wheelie? (+4) + + Have you ever ground off a taillight while doing a wheelie? (+4) + + Have you ever done a wheelie while riding two-up? (+4) + + Have you ever done a loopie? (+4) + + Did others witness it? (+2) + + Do others have it on video tape? (+3) + + Have you ever done a stoppie that resulted in the bike going over on + its back? (+4) + + Have you ever done a stoppie without realizing it until the rear wheel landed + hard on the road? (+3) + + Have you ever done a U-turn on a freeway on-ramp? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped your bike doing a U-turn on a freeway on-ramp? (+3) + + Have you ever stood on the pegs of a moving motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever stood on the seat of a moving motorcycle? (+3) + + Have you ever stood on the gas tank of a moving motorcycle? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden with your hands off the bars? (+1) + + Have you ever stood on the pegs of your moving motorcycle on public + highway/street and waved at passing vehicles? (+3) + + Have you ever stood on the pegs of a moving motorcycle and beat on + your chest? (+3) + + Did you think this would impress members of the opposite sex? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden your motorcycle on a public street while steering with + your feet? (+3) + + Have you ever operated a motorcycle while sitting backward on the seat? (+4) + + Have you ever operated a motorcycle without foot pegs? (+2) + + Have you ever operated a motorcycle while you had your feet up on the + instrument pod? (+3) + + Have you ever dragged your boots on the pavement? (+1) + + Have you ever dragged your boots on the pavement to see just how slippery the + ice you're riding on is? (+3) + + Have you ever dragged your boots on the pavement until they smoke? (+3) + + Have you ever stood on your center stand while doing over 60mph? (+2) + + Have you ever pushed your centerstand into contact with the road so that it + would generate sparks? (+3) + + Have you ever intentionally put steel cleats on you boots so you could drag + your heels when riding at night, to create sparks to impress your + friends? (+4) + + Have you ever tried to kick road debris while moving at more than 30 mph? (+3) + + Were you successful? (+2) + + Is your foot still attached to your leg? (-1) + + Have you ever picked up traffic cones on the fly and set them in the middle + of some random intersection? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden sidesaddle? (+3) + + Have you ever reached down to your footpeg to shift gears by hand? (+2) + + Have you ever run over a chipmunk? (-1) + + Were you aiming? (+1) + + Did you have to chase the chipmunk off-road to do it? (+4) + + Have you ever bagged a deer with your motorcycle? (+2) + + Did you have your deer tag ready? (+2) + + Have you ever chased a bear while on your motorcycle? (+3) + + Have you ever been chased by a bear while on your motorcycle? (+1) + + Have you ever changed a tape in your stereo cassette player while + riding? (+1) + + Have you ever had the wind catch the tape and stream it out behind you? (+2) + + Have you ever eaten food while riding? (+2) + + Have you ever eaten a salad while riding? (+3) + + Have you ever read a newspaper while riding? (+3) + + Have you ever blown your nose while wearing a full-face helmet? (+1) + + Successfully? (-1) + + Have you ever attempted to smoke while riding? (+1) + + Have you ever attempted to smoke while wearing a full-face helmet? (+2) + + Did you burn yourself in an attempt to smoke while riding? (+1) + + Ever watched members of the opposite sex and almost crashed? (+3) + + Have you ever relieved yourself while riding a motorcycle? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike on a gravel road? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike on a gravel road at more than 35 mph? (+2) + + At more than 45 mph? (+3) + + At more than 60 mph? (+4) + + Have you ever broken your rear tire loose in gravel on purpose? (+2) + + For extended periods? (+4) + + Repeatedly? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike on a jeep trail? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike on a hiking trail? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike through a puddle? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike through water more than rim deep? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike through water more than axle deep? (+2) + + Have you ever forded a stream on a street motorcycle? (+3) + + Have you ever jumped a stream on a street motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you ever tried to jump your street bike over a creek more than 20 ft + across? (+5) + + Did the motorcycle weigh over 500 lbs? (+6) + + Did it weigh that much after the attempt? (-1) + + Have you ever crossed a log bridge on a street motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you ever crossed a bridge made of a single log on a street bike? (+4) + + Have you ever crossed a rope bridge on a street motorcycle? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike along a set of railroad tracks (between + the rails)? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden when you thought there might be ice on the road? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden when you knew there was ice on the road? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden on an icy road using your feet as outriggers? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden a street bike when there was snow on the road? (+4) + + Have you ever towed a trailer with your bike? (+1) + + Have you ever towed a boat with your bike? (+1) + + Did you try to back it down the launching ramp? (+2) + + Were you successful? (-1) + + Have you ever participated in a coast race? (+8) + + Have you ever fallen asleep while riding a bike? (+6) + + Have you ever fallen asleep on a race-replica sport bike? (+8) + + Did you wake up just as you left the road? (+3) + + Did you wake up well after you left the road? (+4) + + Have you ever been run over by a streetcar while riding your bike? (+2) + + Have you ever been hit by a cage while pushing an out-a gas bike? (-3) + + Have you ever experienced a tank-slapper? (+4) + + Did you try to repeat the event? (+8) + + Do you take advantage of your bike's "rubber band" frame to help bend + through corners? (+6) + + Have you ever low-sided under a parking lot barrier in order to avoid + a parking fee? (+5) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Riding Style +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Do you hang off the bike while cornering? (+1) + + Do you hang off the bike while changing lanes on the freeway? (+3) + + If you ride a full-dress touring bike, do you hang off the bike while + cornering? (+3) + + Do you find yourself hanging on to the bike for dear life? (+3) + + Do you hang off to the outside of the corner? (+3) + + Do you stick your knee out when cornering? (+2) + + Do you stick your knee out while turning through intersections? (+4) + + Do you ride a scooter and stick your knee out while cornering? (+4) + + Do you stick out your elbow while cornering? (+4) + + Do you stick out your tongue while cornering? (+2) + + Do you stand on the pegs and lean over the front wheel while cornering? (+2) + + Have you ever used tire traction compound on a street bike on public + roads? (+3) + + Have you ever used slicks on the street? (+4) + + Were the tires "slick" when you bought them or only after 10,000 miles? (+6) + + Do you carry a roll of duct tape as a matter of habit? (+1) + + Is the duct tape color-matched to your motorcycle's paint? (+3) + + Is your motorcycle's paint color-matched to duct tape? (+3) + + Is your motorcycle's finish a mix of duct tape and old tape adhesive? (+4) + + Do you avoid fixing crash damage so you can show it off to your friends? (+4) + + Have you ever used band-aids to patch crash damage? (+2) + + Have you ever used baling wire that you found by the side of the road to + re-attach parts which have fallen off? (+3) + + Have you ever had your feet behind your tail lights on a moving motorcycle on + public streets? (+3) + + Have you ever had your feet ahead of your headlight on a moving + motorcycle? (+3) + + Do you need to replace your clutch disks more often than your brake pads? (+5) + + Do you need to replace your pistons more often than your brake pads? (+7) + + Have you ever ridden with a bandana tied around your turn signal? (+3) + + Have you ever up-shifted without the clutch? (+1) + + Have you ever down-shifted without the clutch? (+1) + + Do you do either regularly? (+2) + + Have you ever honked your horn in a tunnel? (+1) + + Have you ever revved your engine in a tunnel? (+2) + + Have you ever flirted with an attractive member of the preferred sex while + riding? (+1) + + Did this cause the object of your attention to follow you home? (-1) + + Did this cause the object of your attention to hunt you down? (+2) + + Did this cause the object of your attention to throw items at you? (+2) + + Did this cause the object of your attention to run off the road? (+3) + + Did this cause the object of your attention to try to run you off the + road? (+3) + + Have you ever glued small plastic figurines to your motorcycle? (+1) + + Have you ever installed a tank bra on your motorcycle? (+1) + + Have you ever installed a fairing bra on your motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever placed a sweat band on your brake fluid resevoir? (+2) + + Have you habitually ridden a bike with a 3' congo drum strapped to the + back? (+2) + + Have you ever wheelied so often that you sheared the driveshaft? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden with sprockets so bad that the chain just slipped? (+3) + + Have you ever been stranded in the country because the sprocket teeth + were worn completely off? (+3) + + Have you ever installed truck air horns on a bike? (+1) + + Have you ever had a sidecar rig up on two wheels? (+2) + + Have you ever been in a sidecar when it's wheel was off the ground? (+2) + + Going down a narrow alley? (+4) + + Do you have any small rubber or plastic model cars/planes/'Bago's or + similar devices glued on to the back of your bike? (+1) + + Have you ever tied a racoon tail (fake or real) to the back of your + bike? (+1) + + Have you added performance related stickers/decals to your ride? + (1 point per sticker up to 20 pts) + + If you've added the sticker or decal, but _not_ installed the actual item + being advertised? (2 points per sticker/decal up to 40 pts) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle without working instruments? (+2) + + Have you ever used a cellular phone while riding a motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you ever rear-ended a Volvo on your motorcycle because you were on + the phone? (+6) + + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------- +Riding with others +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Have you ever ridden with a group? (-1) + + Was it staggered? (-1) + + Was it staggering? (+1) + + Have you ever been run over by a group? (+1) + + When carrying a passenger, do you accelerate and decelerate more vigorously + if the passenger is of the preferred sex (for intimate companionship)? (+3) + + Have you ever had a passenger threaten to jump off? (+2) + + Did you get bruises on your back before or after this threat? (+2) + + Have you ever been two-up with a naked passenger? (+4) + + Have you ever had sex on a motorcycle? (+2) + + While driving it? (+7) + + While your partner was driving it? (+7) + + Was the gerbil driving it? (+10) + + Did you get married on a motorcycle? (+3) + + Do you encourage your passengers of the opposite sex to hang on by wrapping + their legs around your waist? (+2) + + Did they do it? (-1) + + While riding with a group, have you ever ridden ahead several miles + and stopped to wait for them, only to find that they had taken a + turnoff you missed several miles back? (+3) + + Have you ever taken a friend's key out of their ignition at a stop light and + then ridden off? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden close enough to a friend so that your footpegs came in + contact? (+4) + + Have you ever raced another motorcycle on a public highway? (+6) + + Have you ever raced a cage? (+2) + + Did you lose? (+5) + + Have you ever raced a train? (+2) + + Have you ever tried to beat a train to a crossing? (+5) + + Did you tie? (+7) + + Have you ever raced a cropduster? (+4) + + Have you ever raced an F-4? (+4) + + Have you ever felt threatened because a scooter got a better start across + an intersection than you? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden 4 abreast, stopped at a light, fallen over, and knocked + your partners over also. (+4) + + Have you ever crashed on Laskdzity%lo's driveway? (+2) + + Have you ever crashed on Mark Bradley's driveway? (+2) + + Have you ever 'roosted' a riding buddy on a street bike cause he/she was + pokey in a river crossing? (+2) + + Have you ever taken Debbie for a ride? (+3) + + Have you ever taken Baa Baa for a ride? (+3) + + Have you ever run into someone else's saddlebags while they were + attached to his/her bike? (+2) + + Have you ever crashed while trying to keep up with a faster rider? (+4) + + Have you ever had someone crash while trying to keep up with you? (+2) + + Have you ever hung on to someone's turn signal and shut off your engine + to save gas? (+4) + + On a group ride, have you ever run into the bike in front of you? (+4) + + Have you ever used a bike to pull a piano down the street in a large + city? (+4) + + Were the spectators cheering you on? (-1) + + Have you ever played chicken by riding in the dark with no headlights? (+9) + + At a stop light, have you ever lost your pillion partner by unexpectedly + popping a wheelie when the light changed green? (+3) + + If so how far did you ride before you noticed your pillion partner was + missing? (1 point per hundred feet up to 10 points) + + Did you go back to get him/her? (-1) + + Did he/she get back on your bike? (-1) + + Have you ever said to a friend, "I think my bike is experiencing a bit + of a high speed wobble. Would you ride it for me to confirm this?"? (+3) + + Have you ever agreed to do this when a friend has asked you the same + thing? (+5) + + Have you ever acted as a test pilot for a friend when he/she is making + suspension modifications? (+5) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Social skills +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Have you ever been annoyed at a cager because he/she was travelling at the + posted speed limit? (+3) + + Have you ever given a cager the finger because of inept driving on + their part? (+1) + + Have you ever given a cager the finger because of inept driving on + your part? (+4) + + Have you ever given a cager the finger for no reason at all? (+4) + + Has a cager ever given you the finger? (+2) + + Have you ever kicked a cager's door while riding a motorcycle? (+6) + + Do you carry rusty railroad spikes with you on your bike to take out really + annoying cagers? (+8) + + Have you ever gotten off your bike at a stop light to go and yell at a + cager? (+5) + + Have you ever had a cager phone-in your license plate number to the + police? (+4) + + Does you low-beam headlight consume more than 70 watts? (+2) + + Does you high-beam headlight consume more than 100 watts? (+2) + + Can your headlight be used to cook microwave dinners? (+4) + + Are you proud of that fact? (+2) + + Are your horns rated at more than 130 decibels? (+1) + + When riding on the freeway, do you flash your high-beam to get cagers to pull + to the right (left in UK or Australia)? (+2) + + Do you ride with your high-beam on continuously? (+2) + + Do you regularly ride armed with paint-ball gun? (+6) + + Have you ever considered installing high powered weaponry (like a rocket + launcher) on your bike? (+2) + + Have you ever installed imitation weaponry on your motorcycle? (+4) + + Have you ever installed real weaponry on your motorcycle? (+8) + + Do you tow weaponry with your motorcycle? (+7) + + Have you ever passed a car on a two lane road? (+1) + + Have you ever passed more than 2 cars at once? (+1) + + More than 5? (+3) + + More than 10? (+5) + + More than 20? (+7) + + Have you ever passed a car when the road was marked with a + double-yellow line? (+4) + + Have you ever passed a car on the inside of a left hand turn (right hand in + the UK or Australia)? (+4) + + Have you ever passed a car on the inside of a right hand turn (left hand in + the UK or Australia)? (+8) + + Have you ever run a cage off the road? (+10) + + Have you ever dropped a friend's bike? (+4) + + Have you ever dropped a friend's bike in the witness of that friend? (+5) + + Have you ever totalled a friend's bike before owning your own? (+10) + + Do you relish the idea of waking up your neighbors simply by starting your + motorcycle? (+4) + + Does your exhaust volume set off the neighborhood dogs? (+2) + + Does your exhaust volume set off car alarms? (+4) + + Does your exhaust volume set off the local air raid siren? (+6) + + Does your exhaust volume cause cows county-wide to stop producing milk? (+8) + + Have you ever attained DoD nominal on a freeway on-ramp? (+4) + + Have you ever had to drop anchor to match speeds with freeway traffic? (+2) + + Have you ever crossed more than one lane of traffic on the freeway at + a time? (+2) + + Have you ever tried to cross more freeway lanes than were available? (+5) + + Were you successful? (-1) + + Have you ever honked your horn for the express purpose of alarming barnyard + animals? (+1) + + Have you ever revved your engine for the same purpose? (+3) + + Have you ever ridden to the head of the line at an intersection? (+3) + + Have you ever picked up and flicked a cigarette butt back into a cage + while waiting at an intersection? (-1) + + Have you ever submitted Chris Perez's name to the Harley Owners Group. (+2) + + Have you ever asked a hotel manager, "Since I'm already parked in your + flowers, can I keep it there?" (+4) + + Have you ever stopped at a stoplight and had the people in the car next to + you lock their doors? (+2) + + Have you ever 'high-fived' an oncoming bicyclist while passing on the + outside of a blind turn? (+7) + + Have you ever said, thought, typed or written ,"Lance Holst is a Jerk"? (-3) + + Do you honestly believe that he is? (-3) + + Have you ever complained about the namby-pamby safety rules at CLASS + or California Superbike School? (+4) + + Have you ever won an award for being a squid? (+4) + + Did you go out of your way to win the award? (+4) + + Have you ever won the DickWeed Award? (+4) + + Are you proud of it? (+4) + + Have you ever parked your motorcycle in a hotel room? (+3) + + Was the room on anything other than the ground floor? (+3) + + Have you ever participated in a gang-FAQ? (+2) + + Did you smoke afterward? (+1) + + Are you a member of the AMA or any other national motorcycle + association? (-1) + + Have ever ridden with the WMTC? (+2) + + Are you a member of the WMTC? (+2) + + Have you ever ridden on the shoulder to get around stopped traffic? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden on the shoulder to get around traffic moving at + the posted speed limit? (+8) + + Did you ever throw dirt on your buddies bike just because it didn't + have any? (+2) + + Was your buddy bigger than you? (+2) + + Have you ever averaged more than 100 mph for a ride of more than + 500 miles? (+6) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Apparel +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Have you ever ridden with a bandana tied around your knee? (+1) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle on public streets without a helmet? (+8) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle on public streets with short pants? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle on public streets without shoes or + only wearing thongs? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a bike without a shirt (men) or only a halter or + Bikini top (women)? (+5) + + For Women: Have you ridden topless? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden a motorcycle on public streets without a brain? (+5) + + Have you ever had to strip by the side of the road because a bee got in + your clothes? (+2) + + Did traffic slow to watch? (+2) + + Did you get any tip money? (-1) + + Have you ever ridden a bike on public streets naked? (+10) + + In broad daylight? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden nude on Labor Day? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden in the nude with a group? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden in the nude on a busy freeway? (+7) + + Do you still own your first helmet? (-1) + + Do you own a neon colored helmet? (+3) + + Have you ever seen a neon colored helmet? (+1) + + Would you ever buy a friend a neon helmet? (+5) + + Does your helmet have 3 or more colors? (+2) + + Is that why you bought it? (+5) + + Does your helmet match your leathers? (+2) + + Do you have leathers? (-4) + + Did you discover you ride faster after purchasing your first set of + leathers? (+2) + + Do you have an Aerostitch suit? (-5) + + Do you wear a back protector? (-5) + + Do your leathers match your sunglasses and baseball cap? (+5) + + Are your leathers worth more (monetarily) than your motorcycle? (+3) + + Did you pay more for your leathers (in US dollars) than your average + yearly mileage total? (+5) + + Do your leathers have more than 3 colors? (+3) + + Do your boots have 3 or more colors? (+3) + + Do your gloves have 3 or more colors? (+2) + + Do your boots have metal studs on them? (+3) + + Do your gloves have metal studs on them? (+3) + + Do you wear knee pucks? (+4) + + Have you attached knee pucks to your old pair of jeans? (+6) + + Do you wear knee pucks even when you aren't riding? (+6) + + Have your knee pucks ever come in contact with the road during normal + cornering? (+3) + + Did you just take a file to the pucks to make it look that way? (+6) + + Do you wear elbow pucks? (+6) + + Have you ever patched your leathers with duct tape? (+2) + + Have you ever patched your boots with duct tape? (+2) + + Have you ever patched your gloves with duct tape? (+3) + + Have you ever patched your helmet with duct tape? (+6) + + Have you ever patched yourself with duct tape? (+8) + + Have you ever installed stereo speakers in your helmet? (+3) + + Have you ever installed a nitrous oxide injection system in your helmet? (+8) + + Have your ever applied stickers to your helmet? (+4) + + Did you apply the stickers to cover up impact marks? (+9) + + Have you ever had your helmet painted professionally? (+3) + + Have you ever painted your helmet yourself? (+3) + + Did you use an air brush and professional paints? (+1) + + Did you use spray paint from the supermarket? (+3) + + Do you buy a black helmet so it is easier to find a magic marker to color + in the dents and scrapes from dropping it all the time? (+4) + + Do you keep using such a helmet? (+9) + + Have you ever attached small stuffed animals to your helmet? (+2) + + Have you ever attached small live animals to your helmet? (+8) + + Have you ever done up your helmet like a trojan war helm? (+6) + + Have you ever covered your helmet with feathers? (+3) + + Have you ever tied a live chicken to your helmet? (+9) + + Have you ever painted your head to look like a helmet? (+9) + + Have you ever painted your helmet to look like a head? (+5) + + Have you ever used a trash bag as a rain suit? (+2) + + Have you ever worn an outfit just to be seen on the bike that you know + will result in you freezing to death on the whole trip? (+4) + + Have you ever retired a garment made from a fabric because of a drop? (-2) + + Have you ever retired a leather garment because of a drop? (-2) + + Have you ever sent a helmet back to the manufacturer for inspection after + a drop? (-3) + + Have you ever retired a helmet because of a drop? (-3) + + Have you ever painted small black silhouettes of motorcycles on your + fairing? (+4) + + Have you ever painted small black silhouettes of animals on your + fairing? (+3) + + Have you ever painted small black silhouettes of people on your fairing? (+9) + + Have you ever painted small black silhouettes of cages on your fairing? (+9) + + Have you ever worried about exposure to RF radiation from your electric + vest? (+5) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Motorcycle modifications +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Do you expect to get over 100,000 miles out of your motorcycle's + engine? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced the seat on your motorcycle only because of + appearance? (+2) + + Have you ever fitted tires to your motorcycle other than factory OEM? (-2) + + Have you ever fitted wider than spec tires to your bike's rims? (+1) + + Have you ever knowingly bought Cheng Shin tires? (+4) + + Have you ever fitted radial tires on a bike not designed for them? (+1) + + Have you ever fitted bias-ply tires on a bike designed for radials? (+3) + + Have you ever installed rear-set pegs on your motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever moved your foot pegs back to the rear axle? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced your rear turn signals with foot pegs? (+5) + + Have you installed an oil cooler? (-1) + + Have you installed a system to bring extra oil to the cylinder head(s)? (-2) + + Have you ever changed your bike's gearing to improve top speed? (+2) + + Have you ever changed your bike's gearing to improve acceleration? (+2) + + Have you ever changed your bike's gearing without knowing how it would + affect either? (+4) + + Have you ever undercut your motorcycle's transmission gears? (+2) + + Have you ever installed a "lock-up" clutch? (+2) + + Have you ever bored out your bike's cylinders before regular engine wear + dictated it? (+3) + + Have you ever had your crankshaft lightened and balanced? (+3) + + Have you ever installed aftermarket connecting rods? (+3) + + Have you ever installed aftermarket pistons? (+3) + + Have you ever installed an aftermarket cylinder block? (+3) + + Have you ever installed high lift camshafts in your bike's engine? (+3) + + Have you ever had your cam sprockets slotted? (+3) + + Have you ever installed an ignition advance kit? (+3) + + Have you ever installed an air shifter? (+4) + + Have you ever installed a deadman switch? (+2) + + Have your ever taken apart a carburetor? (+1) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's carburator(s)? (+3) + + Have you ever adjusted your bike's pilot jets? (+1) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's main jets? (+1) + + Have you ever installed a Dyno-joke kit? (+5) + + Have you ever installed neon colored fuel line? (+4) + + Have you ever installed a nitrous oxide injection system on your bike? (+5) + + Have you ever installed a turbocharger on your bike? (+6) + + Have you ever installed a supercharger on your bike? (+9) + + Have you ever altered or defeated your bike's rev-limiter? (+5) + + Have you ever installed aftermarket coils? (+2) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's coils with a magneto? (+6) + + Have you ever installed an aftermarket "black-box"? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's electronic ignition with a set + of points? (+7) + + Have you ever changed the firing order on a multi-cylinder motorcycle? (+6) + + Have you ever changed the firing order on a single-cylinder motorcycle? (+9) + + Have you ever inverted your shift linkage? (+4) + + Did you do it so you could shift "just like the racers"? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's rims? (+3) + + Have you ever replaced cast alloy rims with laced wheels? (+6) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's rear shock absorber(s)? (+2) + + Have you ever pinned your bike's rear shock absorber(s)? (+6) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's fork springs? (+2) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's fork springs with solid steel bars? (+6) + + Or did it just feel that way? (+3) + + Have you ever lowered your front suspension? (+3) + + Did this cause the fender to tag the fairing the first time you hit a + bump? (+3) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's telescopic front suspension with a + swingarm front end? (+6) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's swingarm front end with a + telescopic unit? (+9) + + Have you ever installed a fork brace? (+2) + + Have you ever installed a steering damper? (+4) + + Have you ever installed stainless steel brake lines? (+1) + + Have you used colored spiral wrap on those lines? (+3) + + Have you ever installed oversize brake rotors? (+2) + + Have you ever installed carbon fiber brake rotors? (+3) + + Have you ever installed carbon fiber brake pads? (+3) + + Have you ever repainted your bike? (+1) + + Did you have the repainting done professionally? (-1) + + Did you repaint your bike yourself with professional tools? (-1) + + Did you repaint your bike yourself with paint from spray cans? (+2) + + Did you repaint your bike yourself after six beers? (+4) + + Did you let your buddies repaint your bike after a couple of cases? (+8) + + Did the new paint job have more colors that the stock paint work? (+3) + + Did you repaint your bike in neon colors? (+5) + + Did you repaint your bike using flourescent paint? (+5) + + Have you ever painted a motorcycle yellow with red flames? (+5) + + Did you paint your helmet yellow to match? (+4) + + Have you ever shortened your bike's turn signal stalks? (+3) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's windscreen with a non-standard + colored unit? (+4) + + Have you ever installed colored (other than black) hand grips? (+2) + + Have you ever replaced your bike's exhaust system when the original + was still in good shape? (+3) + + Did you choose your new exhaust system based on claimed horsepower + improvements? (+3) + + Have you ever bolted on an aftermarket exhaust without bothering + to rejet? (+3) + + Have you ever painted your bike's exhaust headers? (+2) + + Have you ever wrapped your bike's exhaust headers? (+3) + + Have you ever had your engine powder coated? (+3) + + Have you ever had your entire engine chromed? (+6) + + Did the engine last more than 300 miles before melting into a single + lump? (-1) + + Have your ever replaced your bike's rear swingarm? (+4) + + Have you ever cut off your bike's rear fender? (+2) + + Have you ever trimmed your bike's front fender to allow for a + wider tire? (+4) + + Have you ever removed the chain guard as a weight saving measure? (+5) + + Have you ever polished your frame? (+4) + + Have you ever had your bike's frame gusseted? (+4) + + Have you ever installed deer whistles on a motorcycle? (+1) + + Do you honestly believe they work? (+3) + + Did you install the deer whistles inside the fairing? (+7) + + Have you ever put number plates on a street bike? (+5) + + Have you ever had to replace your center stand because your rear wheel was + too large for the stand to go up? (+3) + + Did you have to bend the frame to make the stand fit? (+7) + + Did you have to hacksaw parts off of the stand to make it fit within the + frame? (+3) + + Did you hacksaw off parts of the frame to make the tire fit? (+9) + + Did you ever have to do both? (+10) + + Have you ever made gaskets out of aluminum cans? (+4) + + Did it work? (-1) + + Did you rely on them to get you the 500 miles back to your home? (+3) + + Have you ever cut out the foam in your bike seat so that your feet could + reach the ground? (+2) + + Have you ever had your seat chromed to match the rest of your bike? (+6) + + Have you ever replaced your motorcycle's fairing parts? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced your motorcycle's fairing with an aftermarket + unit which did not allow for a headlight? (+6) + + Have you ever added a lower fairing to a motorcycle not designed + for one? (+4) + + Have you ever installed carbon fiber fairing parts? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced your motorcycles bodywork fasteners with Dzus + fasteners? (+2) + + Was this because you were always removing the bodywork to fix problems + with the engine due to the modifications you made? (+6) + + Have you ever wired your bike to self-destruct in case of theft? (+4) + + Have you ever done any of these modifications on a bike displacing less + than 200 cc's? (+4) + + Have you ever done any of these modifications on a scooter? (+6) + + Have you ever done any of these modifications on a moped? (+8) + + Have you ever added lights to a bike designed only for closed-course + use so that you could use it on the road? (+5) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Motorcycle maintenance +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Do you regularily place an oil pan under your bike while it is parked? (+2) + + Have you ever changed your own oil? (-1) + + Have you ever checked your oil level? (-1) + + Have you ever changed the oil without replacing the filter? (+1) + + Have you ever reused old motor oil in your bike? (+3) + + Have you ever dropped loose change into the oil filler hole? (+3) + + Have you ever run your engine without oil? (+5) + + Have you ever ignored an oil leak? (+3) + + Have you ever added oil to a British bike by pouring it on the outside and + hoping it would leak in? (+3) + + Have you ever done scheduled maintenance? (-1) + + Have you ever done maintenance before a ride? (-1) + + Have you ever cleaned your motorcycle's air filter? (-1) + + Have you ever avoided fixing a noise that can be drowned out + with earplugs? (+3) + + Have you ever lubed your chain? (-1) + + Have you ever lubed your spline? (-1) + + Have you ever adjusted your chain? (-1) + + Do you replace your sprockets when you replace the chain? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced your fork oil? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced your fork seals? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced your brake pads/shoes? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced your brake fluid? (-1) + + Do you regularily check your battery's electrolyte level? (-1) + + Do you regularily put your battery on a trickle charger? (-1) + + Have you ever used a charger designed for car batteries on your motorcycle + battery? (+2) + + Have you ever not fixed an engine noise so you could claim that it gave + the bike that extra special bit of "character"? (+3) + + Have you ever checked and cleaned your spark plugs? (-1) + + Have you ever replaced your spark plugs? (-1) + + Have you ever checked your valve clearances? (-1) + + Have you ever adjusted your valves? (-1) + + Have you ever had to re-do the job in less than 500 miles? (+2) + + Have you ever torn down your motorcycle's engine hunting for an engine + noise which was actually characteristic of your bike's model? (+4) + + Have you ever changed your bike's coolant? (-1) + + Do you regularily check your coolant's specific weight? (-1) + + Have you ever had to tear down an engine? (+1) + + Have you ever done major engine work without a torque wrench? (+3) + + Have you ever done major engine work armed only with a pair of + rusty pliers? (+6) + + Have you ever done major engine work armed only with the tool kit which + came with your motorcycle? (+9) + + Have you ever had to reassemble an engine more than once to get + it right? (+3) + + Have you ever reused an O-ring? (+3) + + Have you ever reused a gasket? (+3) + + Have you ever reused a head or base gasket? (+7) + + Have you ever reassembled an engine and found that the shift pattern + had become "3-1-6-N-2-5-4"? (+4) + + Have you ever reassembled an engine and found any small parts or fasteners + left over? (+4) + + Did you worry about them? (-4) + + Have you ever reassembled an engine, started it, and found that it was + running backwarks? (+4) + + Have you ever mounted and balanced your own tires? (-1) + + Have you ever subsequently re-balanced your tires? (+1) + + Have you ever used a tire balancing fluid? (+1) + + Have you ever bought replacement parts for your bike at the hardware + store? (+3) + + Are they still in use on your bike? (+3) + + Have you ever fabricated replacement parts out of local native materials + like sticks and rocks? (+4) + + Are they still in use on your bike? (+4) + + Have you ever replaced a part in your motorcycle engine with a part designed + for another motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever replaced a part in your motorcycle engine with a part designed + for a car? (+7) + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Encounters with bureaucracy +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Have you ever parked your motorcycle illegally? (+2) + + Knowingly? (+2) + + Have you ever received a parking ticket? (+1) + + Have you ever run a stop light or stop sign? (+2) + + Have you ever run a stop light or sign in the witness of a DoD crowd? (+4) + + Have you ever had your bike towed? (+2) + + Do you use a radar detector? (+2) + + Have you ever crashed because you locked up the front wheel when your + radar detector went off? (+6) + + Did the cop with the radar gun wonder why you crashed? (+2) + + Do you rely on the radar detector alone to save you from tickets? (+8) + + Have you ever been faked out by a Subaru with a ski rack? (+2) + + Have you received a ticket in the past twelve months? (+2) + + Have you received 2 tickets in the past twelve months? (+3) + + Have you received 3 or more tickets in the past twelve months? (+5) + + Have you received tickets in more than 2 states or countries? (+3) + + Have you received tickets in more than 5 states or countries? (+5) + + Have you received tickets in all the lower 48 states? (+7) + + Do you have your collection framed? (+2) + + Have you ever completely ignored a ticket? (+4) + + Have you ever ripped up a ticket? (+4) + + Have you ever ripped up a ticket in the presence of the awarding + officer? (+6) + + Have you ever ignited a ticket? (+5) + + Have you ever ignited a ticket in the presence of the awarding officer? (+7) + + Have you ever eaten a ticket? (+6) + + Have you ever eaten a ticket in the presence of the awarding officer? (+8) + + Have you ever gotten off with only a warning? (+1) + + Are you now wary of riding in certain states or countries? (+3) + + Have you ever had a warrant served because of your riding behavior? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden without an endorsement? (+3) + + Have you ridden without an endorsement for more than a year? (+5) + + For 5 or more years? (+7) + + Have you ridden without _any_ sort of license? (+8) + + Have you ridden without any sort of license for more than a year? (+9) + + For 5 or more years? (+10) + + Have you ever had a license suspended because of your riding behavior? (+8) + + Have you ever ridden with a suspended or revoked license? (+8) + + Have you ridden a bike without a valid registration? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden without insurance? (+4) + + Have you ever ridden with the wrong license plate on your bike? (+7) + + Have you ever operated a motorcycle that was not legal in the country or + state you were riding it it? (+5) + + Have you ever ridden a purpose-built road-race bike on the street? (+6) + + Have you ever ridden a purpose-built drag-race bike on the street? (+8) + + Have you ever brought a grey-market bike into your home country? (+6) + + Have you ever taken a license test on a bike that was less than 5cc + above the cutoff for an unrestricted motorcycle endorsement? (+2) + + Have you ever dropped a bike during a license test because you were + trying to show off? (+3) + + Have you ever taken a motorcycle road test on the coldest day of the year + with ice and snow everywhere? (+3) + + Did you crash on your first legal ride? (first ride after getting + license) (+6) + + Have you ever blown through a toll gate? (+5) + + Have you ever met an oncoming police car in a corner while leaned over more + than 45 degrees? (+5) + + Did the police officer then stop you and give you a ticket, claiming that + he could "tell" how fast you were going because of your lean angle? (+5) + + Have you ever argued a ticket in court? (+1) + + Have you ever successfully argued a ticket in court? (-4) + + Have you ever had a ticket fine increased because of your behavior + in court? (+4) + + Have you ever closed on a car from behind at a healthy rate only to + discover that it as an unmarked police car? (+4) + + Have you ever collided with a police car while riding a motorcycle? (+6) + + Was the police car parked at the time? (+4) + + Was the police car occupied at the time? (+5) + + If the police car was not occupied, did you wait for the officer to + come back? (-4) + + Was the police car moving in the same direction as you at the speed limit + at the time? (+10) + + Have you ever collided with a police motorcycle while riding your + motorcycle? (+6) + + Have you ever collided with your insurance agent while riding your + motorcycle? (+7) + + Have you ever attempted to evade police pursuit while riding + a motorcycle? (+9) + + Have you ever successfully evaded police pursuit while riding a + motorcycle? (+2) + + Have you ever had to accelerate to over 120 mph during a pass to avoid a + head-on collision with an a oncoming car? (+4; add 1 point per 2 mph over + 120 mph up to 30 extra points. Add an extra 5 points if the oncoming car + was a cop.) + + Have you adjusted your rear brake light switch so that you can slow rapidly + without alerting a police car behind you? (+2) + + Have you ever disconnected your rear brake light switch? (+4) + + Have you installed a "stealth" switch which turns off all lights to allow + unnoticed high speed travel in desolate areas at night? (+4) + + Have you ever wheelied (even a little bit) in view of the local + constabulary? (+4) + + Did you see the police officer before lifting the front wheel? (+6) + + Did you do it on a "cruiser"-style motorcycle? (+6) + + Has a cop ever said "You been through this before, haven't you?" (+4) + + Have you ever pulled a wheelie in front of a police station? (+6) + + Did you wonder why the police were upset when they destroyed several + cars trying to catch you? (+9) + + Do you have trouble getting a license because the last state revoked + yours? (+5) + + Have you considered moving to another continent because of this? (+5) + + Did you ever wonder why there was a police blockage up ahead and then + find out that a cop had been trying to catch you for several miles? (+10) + + Have you ever run a police blockade on a motorcycle? (+10) + + Do you ride with a state police sticker on your bike to help talk your + way out of tickets? (+5) + + Have you ever had a court order you to sell your motorcycle because of + your riding behavior? (+10) + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Multiple choice questions: +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +When asked by the officer to show proof of insurance, do you + [a] Pull the insurance certificate from your jacket pocket. + [b] Rummage around in your wallet and tank bag for five minutes and then + exclaim, "the dog ate it!" + [c] Glance down at his/her gun and try to guess how many rounds are + loaded + [d] Drop the clutch and whack open the throttle. + [e] Recite the policy number from memory + + +You have just hit reserve on your gas tank. Do you + [a] Continue on to the next gas station? + [b] Ride as far as gas allows, and hike to the nearest + gas station? + [c] Pass the next station, and figure you've got enough + range to make it to the next town? + + +Your first question on regaining consciousness is: + [a] Is everybody all right? + [b] Is my bike OK? + [c] Can I ride it home with the forks bent under like that? + + +How often do you lube your chain: + [a] Every 300 miles. + [b] When it starts to make noise. + [c] Chains come with lube on them, don't they? + + +When you lean hard into a turn, which usually scrapes the road first? + [a] Your floorboards. + [b] Your footpeg feelers. + [c] Your helmet. + + +A helmet can best protect you in a fall if its + [a] on your head. + [b] on your arm. + [c] bungeed to the rear of the seat. + + +You like to ride in a group because + [a] help is immediate in case of an accident. + [b] there are more eyes looking out for cops. + [c] there is always someone to race. + + +Have you ever neglected to put your feet down at a stop sign? + [a] No + [b] Yes, but I meant to do it; working on my balance. + [c] Yes, but I caught it before I went over. + [d] Yes, and the $#@!! fell over in the street next to a school bus + full of highschool kids. + + +A bad crash trashes your leathers. you: + [a] buy a new set. + [b] have them fixed at a leather shop. + [c] fix them yourself with duct tape. + [d] "what leathers?" + + +You go to breakfast before a ride, and during the pre-ride posing, + a friend notices your master link clip missing. you: + [a] call a friend with a truck and tow it home. + [b] ride with your friend to a local shop and + get a new master link. + [c] go to the nearest hardware store and safety wire it. + [d] go riding. It hasn't fallen apart yet, so it probably + won't during the ride. + + +You go to breakfast before a ride, and during the pre-ride posing, + a friend notices a spot of oil under your bike. you: + [a] call a friend with a truck and tow it home. + [b] say, "It's just marking it's spot". + [c] borrow a flashlight, find the source, and apply a wad of bubble gum. + + +You bought your latest bike because of its + [a] record of reliability. + [b] performance specifications. + [c] way cool paint job. + + +You replace your tires when + [a] They reach the wear bars. + [b] The wear bars wear off. + [c] The rubber is so thin that the tires lose all their air while + parked overnight. + + +You replace your brake pads when + [a] they reach the manufacturer's wear limit. + [b] they start scoring the rotors. + [c] ... you don't know. You've never had a bike last that long. + + +To you, "counter-steering" is + [a] pushing on the right bar to turn right. + [b] a myth. + [c] directing the bike shop counter dude to the particular moto sticker + you want. + + +A long ride is + [a] 1000 miles in one day. + [b] 1000 miles over a weekend. + [c] 5 passes up and down the strip. + + +Your favorite motorcycle movie is + [a] "Harley-Davidson: An American Legend" + [b] "V-Four Victory" + [c] "Cool as Ice" + + +The proper way to pass a car on a two-lane road is + [a] to signal your intention and wave to the car after passing. + [b] turn on your high-beam while passing. + [c] maintain a wheelie for the duration of the pass. + [d] on the inside of a blind curve. + + +The motorcycle calendar in your garage is titled + [a] "American Classics" + [b] "Motocourse 1993" + [c] "Hot Dates" + + +You think that turbocharging a motorcycle is + [a] juvenile and dangerous. + [b] a good project for the mechanically inclined tinkerer. + [c] the only way to outrun the police. + + +You quit lane splitting when the flow of traffic approaches: + [a] 35 mph + [b] 45 mph + [c] 85 mph + + +When out riding with a group you: + [a] keep a steady pace with the group + [b] pass slower riders in the twisty parts + [c] give it full throttle on the straights to catch up with all + the riders who passed you in the twisties. + + +When you park your motorcycle, do you: + [a] carefully back into a parking spot so it will be easy to leave. + [b] ride in, assuming you'll be able to back your way out. + [c] ride in at 60 mph, and see how many bikes you can cause to fall over. + + +The best way to improve performance of a ZX-11 is: + [a] Use high test gas. + [b] Nitrous Oxide Injection. + [c] Install P-51 Mustang Engine. + + +The reason you drill your own brake rotors is: + [a] To reduce the brake friction area so brake pads last longer. + [b] So you can look as cool as the rest of the guys in the drive-in! + [c] To remove weight from the front of the bike, so you can wheelie better. + + +The Spagthorpe Chihuahua: + [a] is solely a figment of the DoD imagination. + [b] was Julian G. Spagthorpe's crowning achievement. + [c] resides in my garage, and will be seen on the next DoD ride. + + +Single front brake disk rotors are better than dual rotors when: + [a] You only have one front caliper. + [b] You don't have both red and green paint handy. + [c] Brakes? Feelthy brakes? I never use no brakes! + + +The best passenger to have on a bike is: + [a] Your mother-in-law. + [b] The 300 lb. barmaid from that last truckstop. + [c] Baa Baa or Debbie. + + +You've been wondering what DoD is. So you: + [a] ask what it stands for. + [b] demand to be given a DoD number. + [c] bitch and moan about the stupidity of secret societies. + + +Which piece of DoD merchandise would you buy first: + [a] A DoD banana. + [b] A reproduction copy of the item auctioned for the "Jody's bra massecre." + [c] A Super Precise Accurate Motorcycle (SPAM) pressure system, that + automagically makes hourly posts to wreck.moto of your tire pressures. + + +You decide to make your mark on the net. So you: + [a] post something about riding a "spout" bike. + [b] post dozens of ghost-posts with the name Ravi Narayan. + [c] send Christopher Perez's name to the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America. + + +Your favorite thread on wreck.moto is: + [a] Re: How long the KotL + [b] Re: How far do you commute/Cereal for Breakfast + [c] Re: How many times did you take CALC II; was: Harley Riders are JAGOFFS! + + +For your preferred riding, you measure time in: + [a] days + [b] hours + [c] minutes + [d] seconds + [e] tenths of seconds + + +How do you counter steer? + [a] You push with your knees. + [b] You lean strongly counter to the direction you want to go. + [c] After that last beer, you use the counter to steer yourself around. + + +How often do you exceed the DoD minimum speed? + [a] I always obey the speed limits. + [b] My bike won't go that fast, the chrome's too heavy. + [c] The only time I'm under it is when I'm stopped. + + +A cafe racer is: + [a] A coffee-a-holic who races to get the last cup outta the pot. + [b] Somebody that sits around in cafes and talks about racing. + [c] Somebody who can't ride anywhere near as fast as I can. + + +How do you kick start your bike? + [a] You snarl at it until it starts. + [b] You push the florescent button marked "kick start". + [c] You always park on hills so you don't have to mess with that. + + +You're following a motor home on a twisty mountain road, and: + [a] You wave your arms and blow your horn, hoping he'll pull over. + [b] You pass him on the first left hand turn, since that's the shortest + line. + [c] You pass him on the right berm, since there's at least 2 feet of + clearance. + + +You want the latest hi-tech parts on your bike, so you: + [a] install Kelvar brake pads so you're bullet proof. + [b] paint the bike day-glo pink to be sure people notice you. + [c] install a 500 Watt sound system with stereo earphones in your + Oakley Blades + + +You are telling riding stories. Other than your usual riding buddies, who +are you most likely to be talking to? + [a] yourself + [b] the net + [c] your insurance agent + [d] your probation officer + + +You just crashed your bike on main street during bike week. You say, + [a] "HOW'S MY BIKE!?" + [b] "Listen little girl, get your damn tennis ball out of here before I + tell your mom you left an ice cream sandwitch in the glove + compartment." + [c] "Damn I hate when that happens ... got beer all over my Oakleys" + [d] "Cool" + + +For you, the primary advantage of a high horsepower(>100) moto is: + [a] increased carrying capacity + [b] decreased passing distance + [c] less front tire wear + + +You've just bought a Yamaha V-Max, the first aftermarket accessory you're +considering is + [a] a sidecar + [b] stiff fork springs + [c] a supercharger kit + + +Your yearly insurance bill for your latest motorcycle is + [a] <$200 + [b] >$200 and <$1000 + [c] >$1000 + [d] $0. Insurance companies refuse to cover you. + + +Your first trip back to the dealer after purchasing a new motorcycle is for + [a] the 600 mile break-in service. + [b] a new clutch lever. + [c] a new gas tank and fairing parts. + + +You communicate with your passenger via + [a] an intercom + [b] handsignals + [c] hard braking and rapid acceleration so that your helmets clonk + together in morse code. + + +When you inspect your tires after a ride, it is to + [a] look for small nails. + [b] see how far you're getting over. + [c] see if there is still air in them. + + +You like to start a weekend ride + [a] before 5 in the morning. + [b] not before noon. + [c] only after a few beers. + + +The most important item in your tank bag is + [a] your tire repair kit. + [b] your sunglasses + [c] your supply of golf balls and sparkplugs. + + +You wave to other motorcyclists + [a] always + [b] only if they're riding the same brand of bike as you. + [c] only when they're pulled over by the police. + + +You think you can outrun + [a] a police paddy-wagon. + [b] a police cruiser. + [c] a police pursuit car. + [d] a motorola. + + +Each time you see an oncoming police car, you expect + [a] a friendly wave. + [b] another week in traffic school. + [c] a high-speed chase. + + +Your speed is limited by + [a] posted speed limits. + [b] road conditions and visibility. + [c] quantum mechanics. + + +At a big party with your riding buddies, you give awards to + [a] the owner of the bike with the most chrome. + [b] the owner of the bike with the loudest exhaust. + [c] anybody that actually rode all the way there without damaging + themselves. + + +You keep warm in cold weather by + [a] using an electric vest + [b] shivering + [c] staying inside. You won't ride if it's less than 75 out there. + + +Proper riding attire is + [a] an Aerostitch suit. + [b] torn red and blue leathers. + [c] whatever was on top of the laundry pile. + + +You're riding at night and a deer appears in your headlights. Your response +is to + [a] drop anchor and weave the headlight back and forth across the road. + [b] pull the clutch, rev the engine, and try to scare the deer with + exhaust noise. + [c] pop a wheelie and pray. + + +You bought a bike with anti-lock brakes because + [a] you want the extra feeling of security. + [b] you want the latest gadgetry. + [c] so you can leave perforated skid marks at stop lights. + + +You think that a traction control system on a motorcycle is + [a] long over due. + [b] great for the drag strip. + [c] a threat to freedom. + + +A friend offers you a ride on his new big-bore sportbike. You + [a] decline, because you don't feel capable of handling it. + [b] decline, stating that you'ld rather wait until the break-in + period is over. + [c] accept and leave his driveway by revving it to redline, dumping the + clutch, and wheelieing all the way to the street. + + +When you see another rider on the street, you + [a] wave to a kindred spirit. + [b] try to identify the bike. + [c] think to yourself, "I could take him." + + +To you, "shaft-effect" is + [a] the reaction of the rear suspension of a shaft drive moto to a sudden + throttle change while cornering. + [b] a myth. + [c] being charged more than $1000 dollars by the dealer for replacement + plastic. + + +If you had a spare $300, you would + [a] buy a new top-quality helmet. + [b] buy a new exhaust system. + [c] finally fix that leftover crash damage you didn't want to tell the + insurance company about. + + +Your choice for motor oil is + [a] your motorcycle's brand name only (i.e. Yamalube) + [b] top grade synthetic only. + [c] whatever is on sale at the supermarket. + + +How often do you check the air pressure in your tires? + [a] before every ride. + [b] every 1000 miles. + [c] once a year. + + +You've just overcooked a corner and a crash is inevitable. Your instinct is to + [a] lay the bike down and slide behind it. + [b] try to save it. + [c] look for a llama ranch. + + +Your friends ask you for your opinion on motorcycles because they respect + [a] your safety record and knowledge of the sport. + [b] your mechanical expertise. + [c] the way your sunglasses match your bike's paint job. + + +How did you buy your latest motorcycle? + [a] cash + [b] credit + [c] money from Mom. + + +You want to put a sidecar on your motorcycle + [a] so you can take the whole family on rides with you. + [b] because you think regular motorcycles lean the wrong way in turns. + [c] so you can continue to ride when the roads are coated with ice. + + +You think that a bike's windscreen should always be + [a] clear, so that visibility is maximized. + [b] smoked, so that road glare is minimized. + [c] pink, so that ... God knows why. + + +When you hit the horn button, people + [a] have no clue. + [b] think it's just an old Toyota truck. + [c] think it's a runaway semi hauling fertilizer. + [d] think it's the Apocalypse. + + +After a pass, you feel it is safe to return to your lane when + [a] you can see the car's headlights in your mirrors. + [b] you sense that you're past the car. + [c] you can see the whites of their eyes. + + +You own a cage because you sometimes have to commute when + [a] the roads are covered with snow. + [b] it's raining. + [c] it's below 65 degrees when you wake up. + + +Your motorcycle training consisted of + [a] an MSF and ERC class. + [b] a racetrack based school like C.L.A.S.S. + [c] the dealer showing you how to shift. + + +When leading a ride through some twisties, you + [a] always make sure the fellow behind you made it through the last corner + before entering the next. + [b] take off and wait at the agreed upon meeting point. + [c] say "race 'ya!" and get smoked in the first corner by 6 riders, + including the guy on the scooter. + + +You always wear eye protection because + [a] ... what a dumb f***ing question. + [b] it's required by law. + [c] a friend of a friend of a friend heard of a guy who was killed when + bee flew into his eye at 70 mph. + + +You equate "head shake" with + [a] nothing. It's never happened to you. + [b] that funny feeling when you try to drive out of a corner too hard. + [c] what most people do when you ride by. + + +An "Amal" is + [a] to be tickled. + [b] evil. + [c] a new trendy brand of shades, isn't it? + + +The gas you purchase for your motorcycle + [a] is always at least 87 octane. + [b] is always at least 92 octane. + [c] can only be found at airports. + + +You clean your main jets by + [a] removing them and spraying them with carb cleaner. + [b] relying on fuel additives. + [c] ... hell, you installed injection years ago. + + +Before a long ride, your breakfast is usually + [a] a hearty bowl of oatmeal. + [b] a hearty bowl of Cap'n Crunch. + [c] two pots of coffee. + + +You change your motorcycle's engine oil + [a] every 1500 miles. + [b] every 3000 miles. + [c] every once in a while. Instead you just keep adding oil whenever that + little red light comes on. + + +A proper motorcycle to attach a sidecar to is + [a] a WWII vintage Indian. + [b] a Honda Goldwing. + [c] a Yamaha FJ1200. + + +How often do you adjust your chain? + [a] Whenever the slack exceeds the manufacturer's limits. + [b] Whenever you can remember. + [c] Huh? Metal chains _can't_ stretch, can they? + + +Your license plate frame says, + [a] "Cognito ergo zoom!" + [b] "Live to flame, flame to live" + [c] "Caution, rider may bail" + + +When a friend says that his float bowls are plugged, do you... + [a] Offer to help him clean his carbs. + [b] Ask how much the shop is going to charge him to clean his carbs. + [c] Give him the name of your physician. + + +When you're following a faster rider on a faster bike than you, do you: + [a] Continue to ride safely at your most comfortable speed + [b] Ride faster to keep up + [c] Ignore your passenger's screams of terror and ride faster to keep + up + + +What's the best way to make yourself a better rider? + [a] Practice, practice, practice + [b] Sign up for track time + [c] Bolt on Kerkers and a new Stage III Jet Kit + [d] Drive down to the bike shop, pick up Bikes 'n' Babes Calendar '93, + then ... visualize + + +Where was the last place you or a member of your riding group was +stopped by police for speeding? + [a] the interstate + [b] the state park + [c] the supermarket parking lot + + +How soon after you bought your bike did you find its rev limit? + [a] 3000 miles + [b] 1500 miles + [c] Down the street from the dealer, as he waved goodbye to you. + + +How soon after you bought your bike did you find out which parts +scraped first in a turn? + [a] 3000 miles + [b] 1500 miles + [c] Down the street from the dealer, as he yelled at you for tagging + the rev limiter and careening off a parked minivan across the street + + +When hanging an impromptu wheelie after turning down a side street and +noticing a police officer watching you from 100 yards away, do you: + + [a] Pull over immediately and wait for the officer to administer the ticket. + [b] Stop the wheelie, keep going like nothing happened, and hope the officer + is in a good mood when he catches you. + [c] Wave with the front wheel still dangling in the air, take off down the + street and hide in your ex-girlfriends house while the officer flies + by looking for you. + + +Your friend has just finished wiping down his late-70's Goldwing +with ArmorAll - including the seat. Do you: + + [a] Warn him that nothing short of Velcro will keep him on + that seat, and suggest he clean off the stuff with ArmorAll + Cleaner; + [b] Keep you mouth shut and wait to see what happens; + [c] [b], and then [a] + + +After their first ride on a motorcycle with you, your friend + [a] thanks you and compliments your skills. + [b] looks like a stunned rabbit. + [c] files a civil complaint. + [d] eats your cat. + + +On a ride, you go out of your way to find + [a] scenic vistas. + [b] twisty roads. + [c] somebody to race at a stop light. + + +You've just arrived at a campsite for the night. The first thing +you do is: + [a] set up your tent. + [b] pull out a beer. + [c] pick up your bike. + + +Rule #1 is "Never sell a Ducati". Rule #2 is + [a] "see rule #1" + [b] ... never sell a _what_? + [c] ... why not? + + +When confronted with a barrier across a small bridge do you: + [a] turn around + [b] blow past the barriers and cuss at the idiots who put the signs up + [c] wait until they take the barriers down (days/months pass....) + + +Have you ever lead the local police on a chase past the local biker hangout + [a] by mistake? + [b] just because you forgot to get your license? + [c] just to show off to your buddies? + + +You wouldn't consider of starting a ride without your + [a] helmet. + [b] sunglasses. + [c] roll of duct tape. + + +Safety wiring is + [a] a big minus when looking over a used motorcycle. + [b] a must. + [c] second only to duct tape. + + +When going along a bridge, and you suddenly come across a slippery metal +grated section, do you; + [a] start praying the rosary. + [b] yell "OH HOLY LAMAS!" and hope that you don't fall. + [c] seize the opportunity to test your "wet riding" skills, and open it up! + + +How would you show up at a DoD ride event? + [a] On a touring bike. + [b] Broadsliding to a stop in a cloud of dust, on your MOAB dirtbike. + [c] On a neon painted ZXRR-14 with a CB antenna. + + +When you subscribe to a motorcycle mailing list, is your userid: + [a] david + [b] Dave.Honda + [c] DiscoDave + + +The _first_ thing you do after a ride is + [a] wash your bike. + [b] grab a beer from the fridge. + [c] to use your one allowed phone call to call Mom. + + +What do you think about duct tape? + [a] I don't think about it any more than I have too. + [b] My bike would fall apart without it! + [c] I couldn't be without the quacking sounds coming from my bike's stereo! + + +Do you think of curbs as: + [a] A nice place to brace your rear tire when street parking. + [b] A nice little jump to the street while running sidewalks. + [c] A berm for street racing. + + +Packing for a long ride means + [a] carefully distributing the heavy items to the lower parts of your + color-matched Fischer-Price hard luggage. + [b] Tossing a few things in a tank bag or tail pack. + [c] Checking to make sure the comb doesn't fall out of your back pocket. + + +The _first_ piece of riding gear you purchased was: + [a] a helmet + [b] a two (or more) color leather jacket + [c] sun glasses + + +Your average group ride finishes up at + [a] someone's house for a BBQ. + [b] a pub. + [c] an emergency room. + [d] the precinct station. + + +Your winter storage regimen consists of + [a] removing the battery, placing a small amount of oil in the cylinders, + topping up the gas, and blocking up the wheels. + [b] covering it with a tarp. + [c] convincing your roommate that it'd look _great_ in the living room. + + +Before starting to ride do you: + [a] check to make sure all lights, cables and hydraulics are in good + working order. + [b] make sure your radar detector is turned on + [c] rev the engine up to 6k from a cold start to shorten warm-up time. + + +Tire warm-up involves: + [a] 15 miles or 20 minutes of gentle riding. + [b] a series of swervies from the driveway. + [c] strictly a function of lean angle + + +When starting off on a ride, your first actions when getting onto a +street are: + [a] carefully look both ways, monitoring the degree of engine warm-up + and road surface conditions. + [b] immediately pull a series of tight swervies to warm up your tires + more quickly. + [c] pop a wheelie to the first intersection. + + +When installing a new muffler did you: + [a] stick with manufacturers original equipment. + [b] install a SuperTrapp so you can tune it. + [c] install a "track only" model and then tell police you just blew a + baffle and mean to replace it as soon as you get home. + + +How many DoD pins did you order from Michael Menard? + [a] none + [b] one + [c] two + [d] three or more + + +A fairing screw falls out 50 miles from the nearest town. You + [a] pull a spare out of your tank bag. + [b] find some baling wire just off the shoulder and tie the fairing back + on. + [c] whip out your ever present roll of duct tape. + + +You are sitting in a hottub, draining the life out of a beer, your friends +decide to go for a quick ride, you + [a] stay where you are. hell, you have had half a beer! + [b] dump the remaining beer and throw on your leathers. + [c] don your flip-flops, shorts, tanktop and sunglasses, crush the can + against your forehead, and go. + [d] say "Wait for me!", and go riding in the nude. + + +When on a long motorcycle trip, you take pictures of + [a] the scenery + [b] the road signs + [c] your motorcycle + + +Your helmet falls off your bike while you are pumping gas. You + [a] ride home carefully and send the helmet to the manufacturer for + inspection. + [b] inspect the helmet yourself and decide that it's ok. + [c] hope that the new chip matches the one on the other side. + + +You stop at a convenience store in the middle of a long ride. You buy + [a] a banana and a few high-energy bars. + [b] a 60 oz. soft drink. + [c] a case of beer and a roll of duct tape. + + +Someone suggests that a 1000 question squid test be compiled. You + [a] run and hide. + [b] volunteer a "friend". + [c] shout to the net, "I'll do it!" + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + Contibutors: In no particlar order. + + +Dave Karikas Brad Labroad +Martin Golding Bruce Quaitance +Jeff Earls Bill Johns +James Broglio Chris Steinbroner +Lisa Sieverts Alan V. Cook +Reid Ewing Charlie Smith +Mike Goodwin Steve Dybing +Pat Loughery Steven McClure +Rod Sprattling Jeffrey Hargiss +Aaron Good Frank Merenda +Jon Wright Elaine Leffler +Noemi Berry Michael Robinson +Benjamin Renaud Mike Bain +Andy Beals Sean Butterworth +Robert Kennedy klox@otago.ac.nz +Mike Johnson Ron Winsauer +cartert@sco.com max@mport.com +Jorg Klinger + + + +=============================================================================== +|Jeff Earls jearls@tekig6.pen.tek.com | DoD #0530 KotTG KotSPT WMTC AMA | +|'89 FJ1200 - Millennium Falcon | Squid Factor: Recalculating....... | +|'86 VF500F - Phoenix | "Hit the button Chewie!"... Han Solo | + + "There ain't nothin' like a 115 mph sweeper in the Idaho rockies." - me diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/stork_vs.rep b/textfiles.com/sex/stork_vs.rep new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1e8014a3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/stork_vs.rep @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +Ovulation versus cretinism + +Two different theories exist concerning the origin of children: the theory of +sexual reproduction, and the theory of the stork. Many people believe in the +theory of sexual reproduction because they have been taught this theory +at school. + +In reality, however, many of the world's leading scientists are in favour of +the theory of the stork. If the theory of sexual reproduction +is taught in schools, +it must only be taught as a theory and not as the truth. Alternative +theories, such as the theory of the stork, must also be taught. + +Evidence supporting the theory of the stork includes the following: + +1. +It is a scientifically established fact that the stork does exist. +This can be confirmed by every ornithologist. + +2. +The alledged human foetal development contains several features +that the theory of sexual reproduction is unable to explain. + +3. +The theory of sexual reproduction implies that a child is approximately +nine months old at birth. This is an absurd claim. Everyone knows that a +newborn child is newborn. + +4. +According to the theory of sexual reproduction, children are a result of +sexual intercourse. There are, however, several well documented cases where +sexual intercourse has not led to the birth of a child. + +5. +Statistical studies in the Netherlands have indicated a positive correlation +between the birth rate and the number of storks. Both are decreasing. + +6. +The theory of the stork can be investigated by rigorous scientific methods. +The only assumption involved is that children are delivered by the stork. + +(Original version by Erkki Aalto, Dept. of Obstetrics, Gynaecology and Stork +Science, University of Helsinki --- +English version by Jopi Louko, Institute of Stork Research, +University of Alberta) diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/strip.rv b/textfiles.com/sex/strip.rv new file mode 100644 index 00000000..eca98832 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/strip.rv @@ -0,0 +1,739 @@ +============================================================================== +CALIFORNIA + +San Francisco and San Jose area: +South Bay +Sunnyvale - Brass Rail, 160 Persian Drive , near 101, +Mathilda, and 237 + + 3 small stages, with the option of sitting around +the stage or at a table $3 beer with mixed drinks available, 6 to 11 +dancers per shift with day from 12 to 6 and night 6 to 1:30 + - dancers also waitress - mostly they are in their twenties, + with some in their thirties +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco and San Jose area: + HipHugger - El Camino Real near Mary + + 2 small stages, seating is only around the stage +which allows the dancers to confront you for tips. 4 to 7 +dancers per shift. They have separate male bouncer/waiters only +beer served $3.25 +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco and San Jose area: +Richards Lounge - El Camino near Henderson + + 1 small stage - 2 to 6 dancers - lowest in quality +of 3 Sunnyvale clubs dancers work the floor for tips after coming off the +stage. $3.25 for a beer with mixed drinks available. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Jose - A.J's - Lincoln Avenue 1 block south of San +Carlos dancers are part time - shows from 5 to 7 and 9:30 to +12:00 weekdays (no late night Monday) late night on Saturday + good looking young women who obviously spend a lot +of time keeping in shape. beer $3 with mixed drinks available +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco and San Jose area: +Pink Poodle - Bascom near San Carlos - $10 cover + + 4 to 6 dancers per shift - the same women work there +for years so one visit every other year keeps you up to date with +this place. No alcholol but totally nude. Some women will even +give you a view of spots only her gynochologist sees. Announcers +are a real negatve. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco - The best places in the city do not serve +alcohol. They are movie theater style establishments, with total +nudity and "lap-sitting" in their bikinis. Stiff cover +charges - Mitchell Brothers $25, New Century $20, Market +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +Street Cinema - $15 Quality varies, particularly at the +Market Street Cinema, but the Cinema offers the most bang for +the buck and the largest amount of women. There have been a +few sex changers that have found there way into the +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +Cinema - a definite bummer once you realize it. But $5 gets you +a lap sit for one song (3 to 5 minutes). + +These places all advertise in the movie section of the San +Francisco chronicle. Avoid the tourist trap joints on Broadway that +serve watered down drinks for big prices and hound you for tips. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +At the Market Street Cinema, they specialize in minor porn stars with big +tits, although they sometimes have big name stars such as Alicia Monet or +Cameo. There is a new star weekly. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +At the Mitchell Brothers (the first and most infamous lap-dancing place in +town), they have three special rooms. One is the Ultra Room, a peep show +type setup, in which customers enter private booths with one way mirrors. +Two girls are in a center arena. There is a slot in each booth to slip +the performers tips. The girls go from booth to booth soliciting tips. +The girls can masturbate with fingers or dildos or can perform sex on each +other. + +Another room is called the Green Door room. Here about 6 girls take a shower +on stage and perform sex on each other for two songs. The stage is +surrounded by tables and booths. The girls, still rather damp from +their showers, then go from table to table or +booth to booth soliciting tips. They will lie on top of the tables and +masturbate or have sex with another girl. The customers are not supposed +to touch the girls at this point, although some of the girls will stretch the +rules. Once a girl gave me a dildo to lick so it would be nice and wet before +putting it in her cunt. Then she had me lick it dry afterwards. Another time +one girl used her fingers to feed me the other girl's pussy juice repeatedly. +They both seemed to get a big kick out of this. + +The most infamous room is the Kopenhagen Lounge. This is a big very dark +room surrounded by mirrors and couches. The guys sit on the couches and +point flashlights at the girls as they perform their opening number, which +consists of having sex with each other. Then, the girls go from guy to guy +soliciting tips. A few years ago, the girls could sit on your lap stark +naked, face to face, and grind their naked crouches into yours. Then they +changed this and made the girls put on bikinis or lingerie first, although +most girls would discreetly pull these aside. Now, they only allow the +girls to perform sex acts on themselves or each other. You cannot touch them. +They usually climb on top of the couches and stick their pussies an inch +from your face and finger themselves or fuck themselves with dildos. + +The Kopenhagen was a lot more wild in the old days. You could literally +have sex with your clothes on. Almost all the girls would let +you suck and lick their +tits. Some would let you use the dildos on them. Others would let you +play with their pussies. Not that many would let you kiss them on the lips. +Of course, the main attraction was having a +beautiful naked girl grind her pussy on your pants-covered cock as your hands +roamed all over her. Some guys could +come this way and wore condoms. I never did, but at least twice the girl +came as she ground her pussy on my cock. (I didn't believe it at first, +but they convinced me it was true). One time, a girl gave me a blow +job through my pants. + +Occasionally, porn stars will have limited engagements at the O'Farrell. +This is not as common as it used to be. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +At the New Century, a big name porn star is featured weekly. They also +have a room called the Playpen, which is like the Mitchell Brothers' +Copenhagen Lounge. Here, they still allow touching. The girl will straddle +you on the couch face and to face and grind her pussy on your cock. However, +they must keep their bikinis/lingerie on. They can take their clothes off +completely, but then you can't touch them. The room is discreetly very dark +so the rules are usually stretched beyond the breaking point. + +The New Century also has a room called the Arena which is a peep show like +the Ultra Room in the Mitchell Brothers. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +There is also another peep palace called the Regal ShowWorld. Here you enter +a private booth, and slip $5 into a slot. Then, a partition is raised +showing a naked girl separated from you by a glass window. You can talk to +the girl through a phone. On weekends, they often will have a porn star +use one of these rooms. + +Of course, the New Century, Mitchell Brothers, and Market St. cinemas all +feature lap-dancing. For those of you unfamiliar with this, it involves +the girl sitting on your lap either sideways or with her ass facing you. +They try to grind their ass or leg directly on your cock. At the same time, +they may use their hands or lips to stimulate you. A common technique is to +unbotton your shirt and play with your nipples. You may also touch them +anywhere except the breasts and pussy. However, I have found that this +rule can often be stretched. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Francisco: +Stay off of Turk street as well. Overpriced and mainly TVs. +============================================================================== +CANADA + +Up here in Montreal, the strip bars (and there are LOTS in Montreal) tend +to be strictly no-touching. If a dancer likes you she may bend things as +far as to blow in your ear, swish her hair across your face or rub noses, +but that's about it. I'm told that in the northern suburbs of the city (In +an area called Chomedey) there are touch bars, where the girls encourage +you to fondle and/or french kiss them. Of course, they only do that when +you're paying them to dance at your table. I've never been to a touch bar, +but I'm told that the charge per dance is something like 10-12 dollars +(Canadian, natch). +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Montreal: +If you are ever in Montreal, check out Club Super Sexe ( yes, that IS +the correct name ). +This place is classy and the chicks are gorgeous. If you are big +spender, for five bucks +the girls will dance if front of your face and take it all of. Of +course, not touching allowed. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Montreal: +I'll vouch for the bars in Montreal. I had an opportunity several years ago +to go bar hopping in the downtown area during a convention. My favorite club +was "Les Filles d'Eve" (The Daughters of Eve). Smallish, but comfortable. The +dancers doubled as the waitresses so they weren't allowed to sit at your table +and talk. Stirling's point about most of them not speaking english too well is +very true. My high school French wasn't up to the task either. But if you have +a weakness for ladies with accents, like I do, this is not a problem. One +thing I liked was that the dancers were allowed a lot more latitude in touching +themselves there than here in Atlanta. +============================================================================== +COLORADO + +Denver: +It has been a while (about 5 years) but when I use to live in Denver, +Shotgun Willie's (on Colorado Blvd., near Colorade 4 theatres, if +my memory is correct) was a great place. The women were at least cute +and many were better than that. There are six stages going at the +same time (on busy nights, less during off hours). Most of the seating +at the place was "snack bar" seating. The dancers are only allowed to +become topless because they serve alcohol but when you tip, the G-strings +are pulled back pretty far so you get a good look. Cover was $6 or so +with a 2 drink minimum (drinks were $3-$4). A private dance cost about +$10. Most of the time I got my hands slapped when I touched but on off +nights, you could get away with more. No big-name stars I ever saw. They +were written up as one of the 10-best strip-clubs in the country by +Penthouse or Playboy. The atmosphere at the club was also somewhat classy. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +There is also another place on 88th and Federal the goes bottomless. They +don't serve alcohol. Prices are about the same. The women are not as good +looking but the dancers are quite a bit more raunchy. This place can be +very entertaining on a good night. It's a hole in the wall with 2 stages +so you won't see any big star there. You can buy table dances. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +Denver has a relatively active topless scene in the city of Glendale +(enclosed within Denver, 10 minutes from the airport and adjacent to the +very upperclass Cherry Creek neighborhood of Denver) and in Adams County +(just west of the city). + +In Colorado, a club can be at best topless if alcohol is served; total +nudity is legal if no alcohol is served (places called "Pop Shops" for the +soda pop they sell at $3 or $5 a class). Everyplace I know of has an +official "Touch and Go" policy; touch a dancer between mid-thigh and navel +or on the breasts and you may be escorted to the door. Enforcement varies, +and some places let some girls get away with creating "contact" that if the +guy initiated it would get his ass tossed out the door. By observation, the +better a relationship you have with a dancer (i.e. long-term "customer", +good attitude, etc.) the more likely she is to be interested in bending the +rules. The classier the joint is, the more likely gentleman-like behavior +will reap rewards. As far as I can tell, no touring strippers do shows in +Denver. + +The adult-newspaper-of-record in Denver is the Rocky Mountain Oyster, which +can usually be obtained _gratis_ at the adult bookstores around town. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +SHOTGUN WILLIE'S - Probably the best-known club, in Glendale on Colorado +Boulevard at Virginia. Very classy joint; five stages; lots of beautiful +women, many can actually dance; good sound system, mediocre lighting (if you +like that sort of thing). Very white-collar; suits and ties are not out of +place. Not a boobs-in-your-face place, but close enough. Alcohol. Has a +line of merchandise that the girls are required to push, which some do with +more grace than others. $5 cover last I knew; $4 beers, reasonable +selection. $20 table dances, officially no-contact. See above. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +MILE-HIGH SALOON - A block away from Shotgun's and east of Colorado Blvd. on +Virginia, worth driving an extra block. Same grade of dancers; better sound +and lighting system; three stages plus bar-top; big, airy place, including +comfy VIP lounge; satellite TV and lots'o'tubes; very friendly staff. No +pushing of merchandise. Dancers generally circulate and will sit and talk +even if you don't buy'em a drink (dancer's drinks are the same price as +yours, and are as real as yours), and often suggest table dancing; they +almost invariably take "no" with grace. One of the few clubs around with +female DJs (most nights). Alcohol. Same prices as Shotgun's; has a kitchen, +though, with surprisingly good food and a menu that goes beyond burgers. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +PT'S - 1601 W. Evans. Caters to the swing crowd, it appears; on weekends, +they host top-optional dancing for couples, that sort of thing. Still a +dance club, though; relatively pretty dancers. Roughly the same prices as +Shotgun's. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +DIAMOND CABARET & STEAKHOUSE - 1222 Glenarm, downtown near I-25. Newest +class-joint in Denver; seven stages, glass shower for bachelors and the +like. The restaurant is attached but separated; supposedly has really good +steaks. Roughly same prices as Shotgun's. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +SATURDAY'S - East Colfax, near the Air Force Base, just on the edge of the +city (almost Aurora). Pop shop, full nudity; reasonably good-looking +dancers, but the dancing talent is lower than at the above- listed clubs. +Lots of military, scattering of white-collar men but more blue-collar. +Either premiere second tier or bottom of the top. $5 cover (I think...), +$4.00 near-beer and pop, no real food. Private dances ar $12 or $15. Couple +pool tables, pinball machine. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Denver: +THE FEDERAL HEIGHTS STRIPS - A series of second-tier clubs, with and without +alcohol, along Federal Blvd (US 287), Pecos St., and Broadway between +roughly 52 Ave and 85 Ave. Names like Cheerleaders, that sort of thing. +Adult bookstores scattered along the strip on Federal. The girls aren't as +classy as the above three clubs, nor is the club decor; working-class +clientele, in general. Usually a $5 cover, private/table dances at $12-$20 +depending on the place. +Boulder: +A nice place to stop, eat and drink is the Bus Stop near Boulder. Bikers, +trucker, locals, and college kids go there for the inexpensive drinks +and food. They have topless dancers that you can watch or ignore. +I've seen beautiful women there and some real dogs. I guess it's whatever +passes through town. You can buy table dances later in the evening. +============================================================================== +DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA + +Washington DC: there is supposed to be a nice place a few blocks +from the White House, but I never made it there yet. +============================================================================== +FLORIDA + +Cocoa Beach Florida area: +Backroom (or INner Room) Caberet +nicest strip joint I've been to. no cover before 7pm. girls get +topless w/a G strip on one stage. about 50 girls there at a time. +when they're not dancing on stage, they're walking through the +room topless and letting the audience feel / touch their bodies +for $3. it was one the best investments I ever made! one in particular +pushed her breasts into my face and let me lick the nipples while +holding them. + +the girls also do private table dances for $3 to 5. full contact dances $8. +and six girls full contact on stage with audience member dances $30. + +very friendly girls, nice looking, soft, one girl I remember was a little +Oriental with almost a flat chest but with nipples that stuck out erect +about 1 inch from her chest. she kept wandering the crowd and saying +"Buck Me!". if you did, you got to suck those magnificant nipples! +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cocoa Beach Florida area: +the second place there was similar, but bills itself as having 100 +girls. and has slightly higher prices. I forget the name, but both +are on route A1A within a mile or two of each other near Cocoa Beach. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Orlando: Rachels up on 436 (Semoran) just into Seminole County is +GREAT!!! Very nice women. They have an upstairs which I assume is total +nudity, but they only let members up there. Also, Club Juana is in that +area, and is total nudity. +============================================================================== +GENERAL + +Deja Vu is a franchise operation, with around 25 clubs scattered around the +country. In addition to Louisville, there are 2 Deja Vus in California, 6 in +Michigan, 6 in Washington, 4 in Tennessee and one each in Colorado, Illinois, +Minnesota Ohio and Wroclaw, Poland (!). + +I've been checking out the local strip joints whereever I go, and think Deja +Vu is likely to be the best bet in any city that has one. For more information, +call 1-800-234-3785 and order a copy of Deja Vu magazine. It costs $5.00 and +includes a free admission pass to any Deja Vu club, which generally costs the +same (Louisville has lowered their cover to $5, but no longer give you the +first drink free). +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +A side note: For international travel, the best reference I've ever seen is +"The Sex Maniac's Bible", by Tuppy Owens. It's published in London, but can be +ordered in the U.S. from "Good Vibrations", 1210 Valencia Street, San +Francisco, CA 94110 (sorry, can't find their phone number). Don't know where +to order it in Europe, but the author gives her address as P. O. Box 4ZB, +London, W1A 4ZB, and surely she could tell you. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +In my experience, full contact happens in Florida, Mississippi, +Michigan, Colorado and California. + +FL and MS clubs had little alcoves you went to with the lady of your +choice. How far you could go, depended on how much you spent and whether +or not the vice squad was cracking down. + +MI has very strict controls on what you can and can not do. No +touching of the breasts, buttocks and genitals, but you could lick +their breasts and buttocks. Lots of other little rules too. + +CO & CA both have "he can't touch her, but she can touch him" rules. +Another words, cup your hand and a breast might just move into it. :) + +All the above states tie nudity to alcohol. Topless only if alcohol is +served, no alcohol if nude. FL and MS both have private clubs where +you can bring you own though. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +For those interested, there are 2 biographies of strippers: + +"Queen of Burlesque: The Autobiography of Yvette Paris" by Yvette Paris +"Naked is the Best Disguise: My Life as a Stripper" by Lauri Lewin + +There is also a novel out called "Topless" by D. Keith Mano. The author +has written for Playboy, and researched topless bars before writing the +story. +============================================================================== +GEORGIA + +Atlanta: +1. The Gold Club, rated number one in the country in USA Today a few months ago. + very high class, usually suits go there, about 20 -30 girls + dancing at any particular time all about the bar. Very clean + and high tech place. Tables dances (I beleive 10-15 dollars), + cover: 6 dollars, parking: $4 , beer: $4, if you don't tip the + waitresses at least a dollar they get very pissed, so beers are + really $5. Every women I have ever seen in there was a 10. + If you don't have cash, don't go, they will treat you like shit. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +2. Tattletales. Right accross the street from the Gold Club, a little smaller + and sleezier, but also cheaper, women are 7-9's. Will dance + 3 songs for you at a table or just standing around for 10 bucks. + I swear to God the last time I went there this one girl made her + pussy pucker! If you treat the good they will usually come to you + after the dance and sit on your lap and give you a kiss and not + even expecta drink. Motley Crue sings about tattle tales in + there song Girls Girls Girls. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +Gold Rush Showbar - south side +This is the place for nationally-known acts. Penthouse Pets, Playmates, XXX +actresses... Upscale decor. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +The Gold Club - Buckhead +The nicest of Atlanta's clubs. More dancers than you can shake a stick at. +On prime nights (Fri, Sat) there are usually about 50 dancers per shift. All +are very attractive. Definitely what was referred to in Top Gun as "A +target-rich environment". Cover varies by time of day from $4 to $6. Most +drinks are $4 (even cokes) (Southerners call all soft drinks 'cokes' ). +4 stages. Table dances are $10. They periodically do a 'Revue' where all the +dancers are on-stage at once for 3 songs. During revues you can pick dancers +off the stage for half-price table dances. My only complaint with The Gold +Club is that it is usually very crowded. It is right next to a MARTA rail +station - very convenient. Valet and small self-park lot available. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +Cheetah III - Downtown +An acquaintance of mine manages this club. It is very similar to The Gold Club. +I just don't like driving all the way down there when I can ride a MARTA train +to The Gold Club and avoid all that DUI hassle on the way home. I do recommend +it if you are downtown already. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +Tattletales - Midtown +Nice decor. Good quantity and quality of dancers. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Atlanta: +Coronet - Roswell Rd. +I haven't been here but I hear it is nice. This is one of those non-alcohol-serving clubs I mentioned, so it is BYOB. I mention it becuase +it has one unusual feature - it has both male and female dancers. They rotate +each hour as to what sex is dancing. It might be fun to talk a female travelling +companion into going here... +============================================================================== +HAWAII + +Honolulu: +Club Femme Nu, Honolulu. Great place, a little expensive though. +Beers $5, dancers drinks are $20. Mostly a no-touch place. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Honolulu: +Hey I'm surprised there's been only one mention of Honolulu, we must have +the most strip bars per capita in the U.S.! There's generally 2 types of +bars featuring female entertainment here, the strip bars with dancers and +the hostess bars. + +The strip clubs all feature full nudity, the vast majority +of them have no cover charge. These used to be real strip clubs where the +dancers actually put on a show but now most of them are just out for the tips +so they just go around to each guy sitting at the stage and spread their +legs to allow you a quick peek, then expect a tip put into their garters. +Some will allow you to stick it in their g-strings or if you put a dollar +in your mouth, they'll grab it with their tits. If you don't give them a tip +they get REALLY pissed off so don't sit at the stage if you are cheap. +At the top clubs like RockZa, Femme Nu, Club Rose, Klassic Kat, and Dancers, +they do have a nominal cover charge of one or two dollars and the women +there are really gorgeous, especially at Rock Za but sometimes they are so +aggressive for tips it's a turn off. Some of them still have shower shows +where one or more women will shower in front of you and you can stick wet +dollar bills onto their bodies. The generally rule is no touching of breasts +or genitals and most of them are pretty strict about that, but there's the +occasional dancer who's more friendly that others. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Honolulu: +What does this have to do with a.s.m.? There's one club that used to be +called Club Cheri but now is called Wild Horse which features porno stars +past and present with a different one every week. Almost every big name +star has been here, including Ginger Lynn, Teri Weigel, etc. Some of them +even let you take pictures with them nude (they are nude, not you!) +for a few dollars. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Honolulu: +Then there are the hostess bars. There aren't any dancers here, but the +bar girls are in different states of undress and you buy them drinks so they +will come and sit with you. The drinks are VERY expensive, at least $20 +for something that looks a lot like water, but it's not the drinks you are +paying for but the company. At some places they just talk but at others +they will fondle you and you can do the same. Usually this is to get you +to agree to go into the back where you can get different services for +different prices...it's kinda expensive though. Usually if you aren't +interested in going to the back, they'll finish their drink and go away +unless you are willing to fork up another $20 for another drink...one +drink usually lasts only for 10 minutes or so...kinda expensive for a +cheap feel. Some of the ones that might be worth checking out are +Magazine Girl and Bon Soire...it's very dark and discreet in there. +============================================================================== +ILLINOIS + +Champaign-Urbana: +In Champaign-Urbana there are several bars with dancers. One , Malibu +bay Lounge, has dancers Mon-Sat, cover is $5. While up on stage, they +go topless, but for table dances are covered (usually a bikini top). +They are not big enough to get name stars, but will get dancers from +out of town (last headliner was featured in Cheri). +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Champaign-Urbana: +A few other bars also feature dancers one or two nights a week. These +are Silver Bullet Bar (women exotic dancers on Monday and Tuesday, male +dancers on Wednesday), and Club Sierra. +============================================================================== +INDIANA + +Indianapolis: +Brad's is a classy place, and quite large. I forget what the cover +was. They do have name stars. I was there on a weeknight, and the +place was crowded. They have a large main stage, with 2 dancers. +The dancers are topless, not totally nude. The table dances were +done well. The dances included rubbing themselves against you, from +their breasts to their buttocks. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Indianapolis: +The Red Garter is a small bar just south of Union Station. Cover is a +dollar. There is a runway down the middle, with chairs around it. +The dancers are topless, but not nude. They will touch you, but you +are somewhat limited in touching them. One dancer used one of the +bars over the stage to raise herself up. She then wrapped her legs +around your head, and thrust her crotch into your face. I doubt that +they get name stars, but they get headliners from out of town. The +dancers will come and drink with you, and are fairly friendly. There +is a smaller stage over to the side where you can have a "private" +dance (not really private, anyone can see over). +============================================================================== +KENTUCKY + +Louisville: +Here in Louisville, Ky., there is a place called Deja Vu which is not +bad. There is a $6.00 cover and no alcohol is served. The girls +dance through two songs, by the end of which they are completely nude. + Between the songs the parade around in what ever manner of undress +that they achieved during the first song, to solicit tips from those +sitting around the stage. You will be asked by those not dancing if +you want a table top dance or couch dance, the prices ranging from +$5.00 to $10.00, but the policy is that if you touch them, you can be +tossed out. Two doors down, and affiliated with it is a dance bar +where alcohol is served, but the dancers only dance, no nudity. Can't +remember the address, even though I live in the area, but it is a +pretty classy place. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Lexington: + o If you're in Lexington, go to Pure Gold. Ask for toni.. she has + a god-like body. +============================================================================== +LOUISIANA + +New Orleans: +TOPLESS SHOWBAR: small one stage place, seven or 8 girls, topless +for the most part with G string.. + +nice dancing routines. I remember one girl there with the pointiest nipples +and the most trianglular breast I've ever seen. this place was one of a +dozen or so on Bourbon Street. the girls would sit and talk to the +audience when not dancing. + +no cover charge +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +New Orleans: +MOTHERS TOPLESS AND BOTTOMLES CLUB (?) not sure of the name +also on Bourban street, also no cover. + +stuck up girls. they wanted $20 to do a "private" dance, or $10 +to do a table dance. otherwise, they kept their clothes on and +only flashed their breasts. very bad experience from my perspective. +============================================================================== +MASSACHUSETTS + +Boston: The NAKED I Club +no cover charge paid, nice looking girls, two stages, dancing on +the stages only, but the dancers circulated in the crowd and tried +to get you to buy them drinks. if you did, they'ld sit and talk to +you + +the girls took everything off in their routines. full nudity! + +one of the stages was called the "Pussy Galore Bar". they'ld get within +inches of the audience and shove their pussy towards the front row of +lucky guys. +============================================================================== +MICHIGAN + +Detroit: Tycoons (on 8 Mile Road) is quite good. For $5 you'll get a +dance, for $10 you'll get an in-your-face-and-crotch dance. +============================================================================== +MINNESOTA + +Minneapolis: +In Minneapolis, the best nude bar (in my opinion) is SOLID GOLD. +Don't miss it. The women are "only" topless -- but they're +beautiful, and there are many of them visible at any given +time. The girls dance on a main stage, and inside numerous +cages. Upstairs they have wrestling and boxing (although I've +never seen that). The cover charge (last time I checked) is +$5 on weekdays, $7 on weekends. On some nights you can get in +for free if you bring a date. I don't think they have any big +stars there, but they have big other things. + +So anyway, if you only go to one nude bar in Minneapolis, go to +Solid Gold. It's great. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Minneapolis: +At the places on Broadway you sit at tables or in a theater, there's a two +drink minimum (probably over $20 now for two beers, haven't been there in +a while), the girls strip to g-strings, and at some at least, will later +come over and sit on your lap for a few dollars. The more you pay, the +longer she stays. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Minneapolis: +The ones in other parts of the city (O'Farrell, Market St. Cinema, New +Century, etc.) have theater seating, do not serve alcohol, and the girls +strip nude. If you have a seat at the stage and tip them while they dance, +they'll spend some time in front of you exposing themselves, maybe hovering +their tits or pussy inches from your face, but again, you can't touch them, +although they may touch you. The only exception was when a girl was laying +on the runway and I, sitting right there, briefly held her hand. A nice +moment. + +After dancing, the girls dress into an outfit that by law I was told must +have a fabric connection between the top and bottom, so not only no exposure, +but no bikinis either. They go through the audience asking each if they +"would like to have some company" and then for a few dollars will sit on your +lap. Again, the more you pay the longer she stays and you may not touch her +tits or pussy. She will sit there and you may talk or hug her, or as they +seem to prefer doing, perform a "lap dance". This is where they sit on your +lap with their back to you and move their ass back and forth over your crotch. +Because of the otherwise lack of contact and hands off policy, I never found +this very erotic or stimulating, so I don't go for it. But a (generally +beautiful) girl on your lap is still always a very pleasant experience. + +Some of the other things these places offer is a group of booths surrounding +an area where two girls go at one another and a more intimate darkened room +where you sit on sofas around a stripping girl and shine flashlights on her. +At the O'Farrell I think these were known as the Ultra Room and the Amsterdam, +respectively, but I don't know if they're still there. +============================================================================== +NEW YORK + +New York City: +I've never been to New York, but on a "48 Hours" program on Times Square +they said that lap dancing itself was illegal. This surprised me since I +thought NY more open than SF, at least I've heard you can get golden shower +videos there, which you can't here. And taken together, I wouldn't have +thought even more contact would be allowed in Florida. +============================================================================== +OHIO + +Cleveland: +Crazy Horse West, Downtown, or River showboat. cover charge, +fully nude and topless depending on location. there are three. +often have playboy models, famous girls, or big breasts. eg. the +week I was in Cleveland, the attaction west was The Morrell Sisters +and downtown has someone with a 74 inch bustline. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cleveland: +Tiffanies. never been there yet. was "opening soon" last time +I past through town. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cleveland: +Circus. accepts coupl + er. coupons for admission, cover charge otherwise. nice girls, + topless mostly. lots of stages. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cleveland: +Amber Lounge. features oil wrestling and the like. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cleveland: +Juicy Lucie's . full nudity, juice bar only. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Cleveland: +Pinkie's Showbar. full nudity, juice bar only. +============================================================================== +PENNSYLVANIA + +Pittsburgh: Don't bother...at least not with the one (Fantasy's) I've been +in. +============================================================================== +TEXAS + +Austin: +If you get to Austin I can suggest several. +The Best is THE LADY + + The outside may cause people to question how good it is, but once inside + it is nice and clean. There is no cover before 8:00pm and a $4.00 cover + after 8:00. The dancers are pretty and most of them are honestly friendly. + + Since they serve alcohol Texas law restricts them to topless dancing only + and under the law dancers and customers may not tough each other when the + dancer is dancing. Table dances are $10. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Austin: +Also Good is EXPOSE + + I personally find the club too small. The dancers are pretty and willing + to talk to the customers. There is a cover charge which varies with the time. + Since they serve alcohol Texas law restricts them to topless dancing only + and under the law dancers and customers may not tough each other when the + dancer is dancing. Table dances are $10. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Austin: +Tied for the bottom of the list are: +THE RED ROSE, THE YELLOW ROSE and SUGARS + + Even though I visit these regularly most of the dancers are very stuck up. + If you are not the MTV muscian or "Daddy Warbucks" type they will not talk + to you. On the other hand you may be lucky each of these clubs have a few + pretty and nice dancers but they are generally busy with the regulars who + seek them out. There is a cover charge here which varies with the time of + day at these clubs. At lunch time they do not have a cover charge and I + will definetly recomend the food at SUGARS it is good at a good price. + + Since they serve alcohol Texas law restricts them to topless dancing only + and under the law dancers and customers may not tough each other when the + dancer is dancing. Table dances are $10. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Austin: +New to Austin is JOY + + Since my girlfriend has worked at all of the above clubs I am know these + clubs quite well. I have not been to JOY yet. I know that they have a + cover charge and that is about it. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +San Antonio +In San Antonio I can say STAY AWAY FROM LIPSTICK + + Several of my girlfriend's friends have worked there and say that this is + just a rip off joint. the dancers will dance topless on stage and try to + get you to pay for a provate session. The club will do their best to get + as much of the non refundable money from you before they deny you a private + dance room. + + I have been there once with some friends. Since I was warned by ex-dancers + from this club we left as soon as the dancers and waitresses began their + little scam and they got no money from us. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Dallas: +Caligula XXI is a nice place, Lots of pretty girls, topless only. +They can have as many as 6 stages going at any one time: 1 Main +stage and then the girls rotat through the 5 others. Then they are +available for table dances. Cover ranges from $1.00 to $3.00 then +finally $5.00 at night. They do have main attractions, last week +was Teri Weigel, currently is Ginger Lynn, TracI ToppS is comming +soon. Happy hour from 6 to 9 (i guess) I've gotten to know several +of the girls and most are really nice girls. lots of plastic :) +Do they Dance?? well.. that is a matter of opinion.. specific to +the girl, she may be all over you, or stand apart from you.. +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Dallas: +I've been to a few others, Cabaret Royal (much over rated) +and then a few _lower_ class places when you "just wanna have fun" +============================================================================== diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/stupwife.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/stupwife.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1f0e2f11 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/stupwife.hum @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +_______________________________________________________________________________ + _ _ _ _ + ((___)) ((___)) + [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] + \ / presents... \ / + (` ') (` ') + (U) (U) + + STOOPID WIVES + + by: L.E. Pirate + + >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< + -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- + Thanks to Black September +_______________________________________________________________________________ + +I haven't written any files in a few months now, so I guess I should get back +into this. I have realized that all the files I have written are impractical, +and you could never do that unless you really believed you were the hakk master +or something. So in this file I will just tell you an easy way to scam cards +out of housewives and various types of retards. + +______________________________________________________________________________ + +Ok. Cut school one day and just stay home. Dig through the phone book and +call anyone, let's say, ohh i don't know, uh, CHRIS SHERWIN maybe? Ok. Call +his house, if his mom doesn't answer call someone else, she might be a working +bitch. If she answers, do this: + +YOU: Is this the residence of Mr. XXXXXX? +THEM: Why, yes it is. +YOU: This is TRW computer filing systems. A recent mixup with our datafiles + has somehow made us lose your credit history reports. We need some + information. +THEM: Ok. (sometimes they don't believe you, call someone else then.) +YOU: Social Security number? (this sets the stage for the bigger shit) +THEM: 742247657438, etc. +YOU: What type of major credit card do you use? VISA/MC/AMEX,etc.? +THEM: Mastercard. +YOU: Please read it off starting with expiration date (makes it sound good). +THEM: 11/88, 5432-3557-0006-2404. +YOU: You will be recieving a complete explaination in the mail. Thank you. +CLICK + +Now. Any fool knows that TRW does not contain credit cards, so get a computer +goober/tard who doesn't know anything, or doesn't care. + +In short, just call the bitch and say you are someone important from some 3 +letter company and ask for her cards. I know that the usual bitch won't give +them to you and will ask for your number to call you back, so you might want to +goto a telephone booth and wait for the call. Surf Monster and I tried it on +10 people and about 6 did not give us anything. But make it sound good, people +are stupid, they will believe anything if you sound official. + + Thanks to The Neon Knights and Black September. + + Metal AE . . .[PW=KILL]. . . . . . . . . . . . . 201/879-6668 + Dragonfire Adventure System (D&D). . . . . . . . 201/934-0998 + Turbo Transfers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 707/575-5793 + Celestrial Woodlands. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 713/580-8213 + +============================================================================== +(C) 1988 - cDc Communications + by L.E. Pirate +ALL RIGHTS WORTH SHIT. +============================================================================== + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/sweet16.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/sweet16.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..73087f3a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/sweet16.txt @@ -0,0 +1,446 @@ + Thumper + by Dave Read + + I hereby place this work in the public domain! + + +Mark was home for the week. He had just finished up the first round +of spring-semester exams, and was looking forward to graduating in +May. All he had to do was keep studying for three more months, and he +was free. He had driven home with the obligatory sack full of laundry +to be washed, because his parents were going away to a convention in +New York City for the week, and they wanted him to keep an eye on his +kid sister while they were gone. At 16, Mark felt she was capable of +doing this herself, but his parents always *had* been a little +nervous. + +As he pulled into the driveway of their two-story suburban house, +Chris came running out the front door, and leaped on him as he climbed +out of the car. "Mark! I can't believe you're home! We're going to +have such a good time this week!" She chattered on as Mark +dis-entangled himself. She's really growing, he thought to himself. +She's at least an inch taller than the last time I was home, and she's +filled out some, too. He never would have guessed that she would turn +out to be so pretty. + +Chris pulled him into the house to greet their parents, all the while +talking as fast as she could, telling him about this guy she wanted to +date, or that one, and what her group of friends had done *this* time. +Mark heard very little of it. + +Mark's parents had their bags already packed. The convention didn't +start until Monday, but they wanted to leave that day so they could +have Saturday and Sunday to explore the city. True to form, however, +they wouldn't leave until Mark was there to take over. Mark's father +was very stern in explaining "we expect you to be a responsible young +man, Mark, and not let anything happen to the house while we're gone. +We know how wild people can get at your sister's age, so we want you +to keep her under control..." + +"Oh, daddy," Chris cajoled, "I'm not *that* bad. You could have left +me alone and not dragged Mark all the way back here to babysit me." + +"We'll see about that for next time Christine. If you behave yourself +this trip, perhaps Mark can stay at school when we go to Hawaii for +our anniversary." + +Christine squeaked her delight at this thought, throwing her arms +around her father and hugging him fiercely. When she was done, he +picked up his suitcase and started out the door. Mark grabbed the +other one and followed after. He pecked his mother on the cheek, and +waved good-bye with Chris as they drove down the driveway. + +By the time they were back to the front door, Chris was already +bugging him. "Mark, a bunch of my friends want to have a sleep-over +here tonight. Can we? We won't make much noise, and we'll leave you +alone if you want...It's just that mom & dad won't ever let us have +one when they're here, and no-one else has a swimming pool, and it +would be a lot of fun, and..." + +"All right, all right already. Fine...have it! One condition, +though: you have to clean up *everything* after it's over!" Chris +certainly had a way of showing her pleasure, he thought, as she gave +him the squeaking and hugging treatment that she had given her +father... + + + * * * + +Mark could hear the party downstairs, with the music banging through +the ceiling. He was curious to see what went on at a girls' +sleep-over party, so he went downstairs, ostensibly to get something +to eat from the kitchen. As he passed through the dining room, he saw +all the girls huddled around the living-room coffee table playing some +kind of drinking game. He was confused as to where they had gotten +the booze until he saw the tall bottle of tequila sitting in the +middle of the game; Chris had raided the liquor cabinet. + +He went on into the kitchen and was standing in front of the +refrigerator when Chris came in, looking sheepish. "Mark...about the +tequila...I didn't take it! Sharon found the cabinet and got it and +passed it around before I knew what was happening. If I give you +money, can you buy another one for me?" + +Mark tried to put on his best "pissed-off" face, but couldn't help +smiling; he remembered his drinking days in high school. "No problem. +Just try to make sure no-one throws up on the carpet, ok? That's +a pain to clean up." + +"Sure thing. Umm...why don't you come join us? It might be fun!" + +Mark thought about it. A few of the girls had looked awfully good, +but they *were* a bit young for him. Then again, tequila was +something he could rarely turn down, so..."Ok...let me grab something +to eat first." + +Chris ran out of the kitchen, and Mark could hear her tell her friends +that he was going to join the party. There was lots of excited +chattering afterwards, but he couldn't hear anything specific, so he +turned to make himself a small sandwich. As he pulled the mustard jar +out of the 'fridge, the unmistakeable pounding on the table and the +loud cries of "Why do we play?" and "TO GET FUCKED UP!!" informed him +that the girls had started playing Thumper. + +After polishing off the ham & cheese, Mark wandered into the living +room, where Chris promptly yelled at him, and made a place for him to +sit. As he sat down, she started the introductions. She started by +pointing to a petite blonde next to him, "this is Corinne, that's +Debbie, that's Renee, that's Sharon the tequila-thief." The group +tittered. "That's Mary, that's Kim, this is Alicia, and this is +Susan." Subconsciously Mark started rating the girls, and had gotten +half-way around the circle before he stopped himself. Waitasecond! +None of these girls can be older than 16 or 17! What am I doing? + +Mark was so far into the thought that he almost missed the start of +the sign-check. He was a little put off because one of the girls (was +it Kim or Alicia? Already he had forgotten the names) had taken his +trademark 'flying asshole,' so he had to take something else...hmm... +ok, he picked his back-up 'the old in-out' sign instead. He got some +weird looks for that. + +As the game went on and he drank more & more, Mark found himself +looking at the girls again. He had long forgotten the names, but he +had started to identify the girls by their signs. The 'shoot-the- +bird' girl next to him was ok, but she Mark had never been very +attracted to short women. Next to her was 'screwed-in-the-head,' who +had an enormous chest but a complexion problem. Following her was +'hang-ten,' who looked very much the surfer girl, with a deep tan and +long blonde hair. The only name he remembered was Sharon's, and she +picked the 'dumb blonde' sign, which looked very appropriate for her; +she had a stunningly attractive face and gobs of platinum blonde hair. +Next in line was 'hiawatha,' whose straight black hair was oddly +contrasted by her light skin and blue eyes. Her high and prominent +cheek-bones gave her a vaguely indian look, not unattractive. After +Hiawatha came 'let your fingers do the walking,' who was far and away +the best-looking girl in the crowd, with shoulder-length hair, curly +and strawberry blonde. Her deep green eyes and lightly freckled skin +fit the picture perfectly. 'Fingers' was followed by 'wave,' who was +very plain. As th night wore on, Mark was completely unable to +remember anything about her except that she had thick sensuous lips. +His beloved 'flying asshole' belonged to the next girl, whose +thoroughly bitchy countenance made the name seem well-fitted. Chris +was last, and she had chosen 'suicide by gun.' + +As the game played on, Mark kept choosing between only two or three +girls; he tried to alternate between 'fingers' and 'flying asshole' +and 'dumb blonde,' but when he was pressed for a quick response, he +always seemed to pick 'fingers.' He and she got equally drunk, +though, because (it seemed to Mark) all of the other girls called him +much more often than the one-in-nine chance he should have had. +Either way, everyone got pleasantly drunk, until the tequila was gone. + +Once the bottle was empty, the group of girls all decided that they +wanted to go swimming, which did not strike Mark as a particularly +bright idea due to the general state of drunkenness, but he was +helpless to stop them as they ran to the poolside and started +climbing out of their clothes. Mark watched in hopeful fascination, +but to his disappointment, all of the girls were wearing swimsuits. +Muttering to himself about being a dirty old lecher, he climbed the +stairs to his bedroom, where he laid down in his bed and started +snoozing. + +He was awakened some time later by a female voice tentatively asking +"Mark? Are you in here? Are you awake?" He almost didn't respond, +being partially unable to tell imagination from reality, but finally +he decided that some kind of answer wouldn't hurt him. "Yeah..." he +answered. + +"Hi." The voice said as he sat up to see who it was. "I'm a little +too drunk to swim, so I thought I'd come see if you wanted some +company. Finally his eye focussed, and Mark saw that it was +'fingers,' wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and dripping on his floor. + +"Oh...fingers...sure. Sit down somewhere..." He waved drunkenly +around the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed, it being the +only horizontal surface other than the floor that wasn't covered with +clothes or books or papers. + +"'Fingers ?'" she asked. + +"Yeah...'fingers.' That was your sign in the game...'fingers do the +walking,' right?" + +She giggled. "Yep. Yours was 'do the nasty.'" She giggled again, +embarrassed by being so straight-forward. Mark was a little surprised +by her choice of phrases. + +"So..." His voice trailed off. + +"So." + +Mark decided to take the plunge. What do I care, he thought. "So +what's under the towel?" + +She giggled again, and looked down. With her head still lowered, she +looked up at him, coyly. "Nothing." + +"Nothing? I don't believe you! A pretty girl like you has got to +have more than 'nothing' under her towel." She looked back at him +silently, waiting for more. He leaned towards her. "Let's see +this 'nothing.'" His heart pounding with the rush of desire, he +reached slowly for the knot that held the towel in place. She watched +his hand wordlessly, as he took hold of the knot and twisted it loose. +As the towel unwrapped and fell away, she raised her head and looked +him straight in the eyes. + +Mark whistled softly, appreciatively. "So this is 'nothing.'" His +eyes wandered all over her. She was nude from the waist up. To Mark, +she was the picture of a perfect woman; she had a narrow waist and a +flat stomach, and well-defined, firm breasts: not overly large, but +definitely not tiny...perfect, in fact. She was lean but not skinny, +with prominent collar bones and broad shoulders. Her neck was shapely +and smooth, leading to a beautiful face. He couldn't see her eye +color in the dark, but Mark remembered the deep green that hid under +her sharp brows from earlier in the night. The moonlight that +streamed in through the window did show off the color of her hair, +though. + +Mark ran his hands lightly over her skin, starting at her waist and +up over her ribs towards her breasts, and then moving along +her collar-bones to her shoulders and down her arms. She sat +passively through the treatment, shuddering slightly when he caressed +her breasts. When he stopped at her elbows and pulled slightly, she +leaned towards him cooperatively, finally lying lengthwise against +him. The towel fell to the floor unnoticed. + +There was a moment of awkwardness as they stretched out next to each +other and got settled so they were face to face, and then Mark leaned +into a kiss, which started off very shyly and passively on her part, +but eventually grew deeper. Mark tasted the sweet softness of her +lips, and then she opened her mouth beneath him, admitting his tongue +to play with hers. Mark felt her tongue dash nimbly around his, and +felt somewhat clumsy and blunt as she toyed with him. Finally the +kiss broke. "Wow.." was all Mark managed, breathless. She slid her +arms around his neck, finally taking a handful of his hair in her left +hand, she pulled his head back down for another kiss. + +As they kissed, exploring each other, Mark started exploring the rest +of 'fingers.' His hands wandered the length of her body, always drawn +back to her breasts...Mark always had been fascinated by womens' +breasts, he thought absently to himself. He broke the kiss and +started kissing a trail down towards her nipples,kissing along her +chin, down her neck and between her breasts until his lips were below +her breasts, and then moved over until he was kissing the underside of +her left breast. Then he started a slow spiral inwards and upwards, +toying with her, kissing and gently licking until he reached the +aureole. Mark felt her tremble slightly, and heard her sigh a little +as he kissed the aureole, taking the whole nipple between his lips and +sucking gently to pull the flesh into his mouth while he ran his +tongue around the nipple, playing. He let the pressure subside, and +let the flesh out of his mouth, breathing as hot as he could on her +breast, and started over. This time when he let the nipple out of his +mouth, he blew cold air on the wet skin, which made the nipple and +aureole stiffen, quickly. After a few moments of blowing cold air, he +took the nipple back into his mouth and nibbled, gently, drawing a +short gasp from her. + +Finally Mark relinquished his new toy, and worked his way back up her +body to another kiss. As he pulled away from the kiss and looked deep +into her eyes, he heard lots of splashing in the pool outside, and a +high-pitched female voice ask "Hey, where's Kim? Wasn't she here a +minute ago?" The rest of the girls started discussing this question. + +Mark thought to himself, "Good...Kim is her name. I wasn't sure about +that." Then he started kissing her again. This time Kim wouldn't let +him break the kiss; every time he tried to pull away, she +up under him, following his lips as if they were antidote to a +deadly poison. Mark felt her hunger, and it set him on fire. + +As he continued to kiss her, his hands wandered. He returned to her +breasts for a moment, but his intent was somewhere else. He slid his +hand over her ribs and over her pelvic bones, stopping to feel the +soft smooth area between them. Slowly, teasingly, he went lower, +sliding his fingers under the elastic of her panties, just up to the +second knuckle. Back and forth he moved his hands, driving a tiny bit +lower with each pass, until he felt the soft hair under his fingers. +At this point he lost his patience, and moved his hand down until the +hair was in the center of his palm, and his fingers rested gently, +curling over the pubic bone. + +Then Mark started to tease her, slowly moving his fingers up & down +around her crotch, never touching the center, but hinting that he +might. He broke their kiss to look into her eyes, as he finally +centered his fingers, and slid them gently between the labia, stroking +up and down, but not yet entering her body. Mark was pleasantly +surprised at how wet she was; his finger glided effortlessly +between her lips, as he toyed with her, occasionally stroking up +against her clitoris, which always elicited a silent sigh from her. + +He leaned down to kiss her again, and as his tongue slipped into her +mouth, he slid his forefinger into her body, drawing a surge from her +hips and a gasp from within her throat. He broke the kiss to look at +her again, as he worked the finger. Each plunge inward was received +with another gasping breath. As he gently stroked her with his +finger, Mark moved his mouth over her breasts again, licking and +teasing as he had done before. Kim reached up with her arms and +wrapped them around his head, holding him in place as she gently +started to quiver. Mark took the hint, and moved his finger a little +faster, sinking a little deeper, and sucked on her nipple a little +harder, playing faster with his tongue. Kim's shaking grew more +pronounced, and she squeezed his head to her breast harder. Just when +Mark thought he'd have to stop, she squeezed harder than ever, and her +body shook violently, while she let out one long moan, a cry as if she +had been hurt. Finally her arms relaxed and she stopped shaking, and +Mark picked up his head to look her in the eye. + +Kim looked calm and relaxed, and the last remnants of tension slipped +away as Mark gently withdrew his finger from her, and resumed gently +playing with her. The look on her face told him that she was his to +do with as he pleased that night. Unbidden, he remembered that she +was only 16, and that what he had in mind was probably statutory rape. +Somehow he didn't care too much; this girl was too beautiful and too +desirable, and her desire was too strong for him to ignore. + +Mark leaned forward and kissed her again, lightly, and quickly moved +on, down her neck to her breasts again, but he paused there for only a +few seconds. Downward he continued, to lick along her ribs to the +sternum, and down to her navel, where he teased for a moment. +Finally he had to shift his weight, moving his body so that he was +kneeling, his knees aside hers. As his tongue reached the elastic of +her panties, Mark put his hands, palm down, on her crotch, curling his +fingers under the elastic. Using a gentle tug as a hint for Kim to +lift her hips, he slid the panties down and off. Once they were +completely removed, he move his body again, positioning himself +between her legs. Starting at her knees, he kissed and licked her +inner thighs, moving slowly upward. He passed her crotch, planting +only a small kiss on the side to tease her, and kept going, up to her +pelvic bones, and then down again. + +Finally he stopped teasing, and placed his hands on either side of her +labia, pulling them apart gently so that the flesh there lay exposed +for his tongue. With the first lick of Mark's tongue, Kim reached +down and placed her hands on his head, intertwining his hair within +her fingers, giving her a good hold on him. As he toyed with her, she +held his head, sometimes giving up one grip to slide her hands +into another. + +Mark was almost oblivious to this as he ran circles around her +clitoris with his tongue. He stroked up one side and down the other, +spreading her juices around with his. He closed his lips around her +clitoris and sucked gently, drawing it into his mouth a bit, where he +could slap it gently from side to side with his tongue. The inward +pull of Kim's hands on his head, and the surge of her hips under him +told him that he was on the right track. Around and around he moved +his tongue, pushing the swollen flesh of her clitoris from side to +side. He started moving faster, all the while making sure that his +tongue never left contact with her flesh, as Kim's hips started +rocking up and down. Faster and faster he moved, as Kim's hips +starting moving up and down with greater force. + +Two sounds found their ways to Mark's ears. First he heard the rapid +breathing accompanied by small gasps that came from Kim. He also +heard footsteps on the stairs leading to his floor, and heard the +conversation of the girls collecting outside his door..."I wonder if +she's in here?" he heard one of the girls say. + +Mark tried to stop; he tried to pull his lips away from Kim, but she +held him in place. If he had tried to break contact, he felt sure that +the violent thrusting of her hips would smash his nose. Finally he +gave up and continued his treatment. Before another five seconds had +passed, Kim pulled his head down, crushing him to her hips, which had +thrust upwards, locking in the air. He heard the sound of her orgasm, +almost a scream, but he knew it was one of pleasure, not of pain. +Once she screamed, twice, and a third time as she drew another breath +each time. Finally she stopped, and her hips fell back to the bed, +and she released her grip on his hair. + +And then he heard the giggling from the other side of his door, and +one voice, louder than the others, "I guess she *is* in there...and +from the sounds of it, *I'd* like to be in there, too!" More giggles +and racy comments followed. + +As mark moved to lie alongside Kim, he saw that she was blushing +strongly. Mark couldn't tell if it was from the orgasm or the +commentary of her friends. As they heard the footsteps of the group +retreating downstairs, Kim pulled Mark's head down to hers, and +whispered into his ear, "I can't wait any longer." She stopped +momentarily to catch her breath, but reached down with her left hand, +sliding it boldly under his underpants, and grasped his erection. +Staring deep into Mark's eye, Kim pulled gently with her left hand, +not releasing her grip until he was on top of her, when she removed +her left hand, and slid his underpants down with both hands. When +they fell loosely to his knees, she placed her hands on his hips +again, and pulled gently downward. + +Mark balanced on one hand, and reached down to position himself, +teasing Kim by sliding the head of his erection up and down, getting +it wet, and driving her crazy. Finally he moved it downward, +positioning it for entry. He looked in her eyes as he started to push +forward, and something there told him to wait for a moment, so he did. +He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. Kim's only response was +a breathless "don't stop." + +He pressed forward, feeling her raging desire for him, and felt the +head slip in, penetrating her easily. Once inside, though, he found +that she was very tight, and that it seemed that she was a bit +uncomfortable, so he stopped, only an inch or two deep. He looked at +her quizzically. "Are you a virgin?" Wordlessly she nodded. "Why +didn't you tell me?" he asked. + +Kim shrugged as if to say that she didn't think it was very important, +and pulled on his hips again. Mark obliged by sliding out a bit, and +then forward, this time plunging another two or three inches forward. +A sharp intake of air from Kim told him that they were past the worst +part of the pain, and he resumed his motion, first out and then in +again, until their hips met, and he had no more to give her. Kim +shifted her weight slightly, and then wrapped her legs around his, and +did the same with her arms, first reaching up across his back to put +her hands on his shoulders, and then drawing them down, feeling the +muscles of his back. "Don't move," she whispered into his ear. + +They stayed that way for a few moments, kissing lightly and then +deeply, until Mark felt Kim's hips rock under his. He started his +motion then, and heard her gasp as he thrust back inward after drawing +himself almost all of the way out. He repeated the motion, each time +drawing another gasp. Then he decided to play. + +Mark remembered reading some obscure Buddhist book on sex that his +roommate had brought home once, that said the best way to please a +woman was with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one, +alternated with nine shallow followed by nine deep. He started on +this course, and was rewarded with a great moan on the single deep +stroke, and several moans during the second round of nine deep. +By the end of the second cycle through this treatment, Kim had started +to shake again, which drew Mark closer and closer to his own edge. + +Finally he abandoned the Buddhist treatment and fell back to +continuous stroking; he had lost all control of his own actions, as +his body responded to Kim's and hers responded to his. Together they +picked up the pace and the energy, until Mark felt sure that they were +going to bruise each other's hips. From far away, as if someone had +released a floodgate, Mark felt the tide of his orgasm coming down a +pipe. They slammed against each other furiously, and Mark heard the +shouts from Kim, louder and more intense than earlier. As the wave of +his orgasm broke, Mark felt Kim squeeze him to her with arms and legs, +and heard her moan long and loud, and he felt the surging spasm in his +loins and her hips drove against his. + +As they calmed down, and Kim unwrapped her legs from around his, he +heard another rowdy game of Thumper starting up in the living room. +"Why do we play?" came the question. "TO GET FUCKED UP" came the +answer. + +Both mark and Kim burst into laughter, and Kim looked him in the eye, +with a smirk on her face. 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He had just started a new job she really wanted to impress. Part of his +new responsibilities included entertaining customers. She was going to hire +several college girls to serve food and drinks but she suggested that maybe I +would want to help and in return she would forget the $65.00 I had borrowed +earlier that month. I readily agreed, the party sounded like fun. Gloria +thought about renting maids uniforms for us but decided against it, she then +asked us to all wear matching skirts and blouses. She had called me earlier in +the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to her place +to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed +it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want +to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the +only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women +were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the outfit +didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white blouse, red +scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have looked all right +but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I shivered and +hurried along the sidewalk. + + Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to snow. +We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a moment, until +she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin preparations for the +evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening up, +setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door +wearing the same outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help +me serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly +enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. +She told me she was a 19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to +Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to +their own party that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were +actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter +karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, +I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do? + + Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests had +just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties, they +were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all, including Paula +and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the +interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable. The women were less +friendly, maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned +something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away the guests' +coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard +Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to +the conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, +brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought +about anyone other than her husband." + + At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria was +silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me?? + + About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She looked +startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this is personal +I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the living room; the +incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was important, I could +confront her later. I didn't think she really had been talking about me. + + I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace in the +center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a family room +and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table set up in the +ajoining dining room and started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us +would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, +out of place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got +near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die; +sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened several times and I was +wondering what was going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she +brought around a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men +put his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several +of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me, then +Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on until about +9:30. + + Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to meet". He +introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother. Both men seemed +seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and were really probing +me for details. This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the +alienation I had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and +began to loosen up. + + About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the living +room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I +wondered, "what in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never +drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my +arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches had been +rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the center a long +low coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing around +the table. Phil guided me to the front, I was confused but held his arm. +Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone. + + "This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan has been +interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it but tonight she +is going to help collect money for the cause". There was a general outbreak of +laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and +started to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up +here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club) +each took one arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted but not too +hard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my +arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so +I had to face the group. + + Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad we're just +going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted with laughter. I was +numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to the table "what do I hear +for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to +$5.00. At that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the +scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The +scarf was forced down my throat and with my arms held I couldn't get it out. +People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to happen. +"Next up, her blouse", There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close +to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a mistake. +Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle. In +addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up under my skirt, +much to the amusement of the other guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but +there was no escape. + + After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the bidding and +took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his face was level +with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my +arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed +and they straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with just +my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me +like this was Tom......... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever +happen. Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. +Tom had given it to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for +$5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping +my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band could +be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a few dollars. +I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These +things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and +snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden Form +Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they talked among +themselves but most of the attention was riveted on me. The bidding went on. +My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria didn't make any move to remove it though, I +was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this +item of clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an +incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the tag and +laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and poked by +several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right". Several +people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said 36D, and +Gloria smiled...."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to +remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the +delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by then, +sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands. + + I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with them, now +it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to pose for these +people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into the +cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to +my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of +auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out. + + When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table, feet tied, +each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and Jan was surrounded by +the guests, Gloria was slapping my face. When I opened my eyes she smiled +"she's ready now" Craig was standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically +unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis but it +was throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he entered me it was rough. I +screamed into the gag and everyone broke into hysterical laughter. Craig even +stopped and smiled, but not for long. He had intercourse with me more roughly +than I ever imagined possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my +insides. I looked up once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When +he was done He pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of the table and +stood over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on the table +next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side of him like a +champion race car driver being congratulated after a victory while his wife +took several snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the table, their +nyloned legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up, Jan +grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position. After Craig, +the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked into one another I was +only semi-aware when one was done and another started. + + Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year old, (and +Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach during our last +vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was warm and comfortable, +I thought I saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened to +pour it on me. + + I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold bottle +of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had been turned off +in this end of the room, there were several candles lit. I was no longer +gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and his wife Marie gently +guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the guests were gone, there were +several couples sitting at the other end of the room talking with Gloria and +Dave but they paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty +hose, bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be found. +I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve was +still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to +our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for +Joan to wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but +handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it +disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire. + + Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the couch on +either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the last hours I +clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking uncontrollably. +Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I could remember I +stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle +and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved your wedding +ring for you, want it back? Of course, .... listen though Steve has a fantasy +about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's a lot easier than +what you've already been through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I +knew I had no choice and I was more comfortable here than I would have been if +Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that +desparately. + + Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the ring on my ring +finger®zSteve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his member out. +I hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for it. I took it out, It +was hard almost immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of Steve +where I knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood I was +to take it in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments she pulled +my head back and told me that if I wanted to I could just use my hand but I +would have to let him come in my face. Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind +of shock. Everytime I tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only +use my left. When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up +to protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my +skin. + + Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria both +recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in +my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it was +dripping off my ring, that was the object of the exercise). When Steve +finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it +in his pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the other +group. I heard a long burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria spoke up as they +left. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any +dessert." I complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the +time. + + It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to the +remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel on the +floor under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was needed. I +complied. I tried not to look into anyones' eyes, I was sobbing again but +afraid of making too much noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt +into the fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts +and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that they mostly ignored me +in the conversation but would occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure +I was aware of my condition. + + For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my breasts to avoid +Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire relationship with Gloria +and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely comparing to their treatment of +me tonight. I had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snippish +with me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend. +I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she in me. Her cruelty +shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my subjugation. I thought about +Jan. She had always been a good friend. She was what men call a doll, small, +excellent figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but +seemed to ignore them. + + Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging the men on, and +directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed my subjugation. I never +even imagined that she could act like this. + + About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her with her +coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly told me that "I +have really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?" She laughed and told me that she +had made a deal with Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her +later in the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled my +necklace out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed. Maybe I could +borrow it sometime....with that she stepped out the door and I was left alone +in the hallway. Dave came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed to a +pile of blankets and said Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that +door shut and the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself +through the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience countless times. +Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the people I knew. How could +I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew I might see again? + + About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me to squint +in pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she dumped at my feet. +"Get up!! Joan I'm not going to waste time with unnecessary threats. Suffice +to say that I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that you +got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every man and when +they were done you were begging for more. I have pictures that would ruin your +marriage for ever. And finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our +next Soiree, you will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two papers +and then I am going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight +this but just in case." + + I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that I had agreed +to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the entertainment at an +"adult" party with the understanding that providing sexual favors would be part +of the deal. She had me write my age, name, and measurements on the form in my +own handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform fellatio +and have intercourse with whosoever desired at this party. And that I +understood that although such an agreement was illegal it would suffice to +prove the voluntariness of any sexual activety. I managed to maintain my +composure and although I shook, I wrote what she wanted. After I had written +what she had originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write +that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he knew what +you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you alone for the weekend." +Finally she had me write a note to Tom on the back of the contract. "Tom I +decided to see what the rest of the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys +at that party did to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria +told me she was sure that she would never have to use this paper. + + The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It +specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily and +that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them including +publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into +tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the +chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel fashion". I wasn't +sure what she meant but decided that I had nothing to lose by signing the +forms. I did and she left. Strangely she looked at me with almost +friendliness in her eyes and said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're +going to be all right. If you continue to do what you're told, we will take +care of you." As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left the +basement door open and opened the back door of her home. I was looking +directly outside. + + I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the clothes to +humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was her daughters, and +about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been +washed) but the skirt was again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was +so short I was afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be +exposing myself to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out the door to +freedom. + + Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening. And Gloria's +cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this to me again? I +looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she might be able to do +what she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I knew I could never go to the +police. There was a real possibility that even if they believed my story, that +Gloria could indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a moving van, +people were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the steps. I heard +a loud whistle, and another. Realizing they were for me I smiled involuntarily +but stepped up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into +the November sky. It was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I +had seen in a long time................ + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/test!.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/test!.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f0278883 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/test!.fun @@ -0,0 +1,111 @@ + PURITY TEST + + Score by adding "no" answers. "MOS" means member of the opposite sex. + 1 point for each no answer out of 100 possible. + + HAVE YOU EVER: + + 1. had a date? + 2. been out on a date past 4 am? + 3. had a blind date? + 4. kissed a MOS? + 5. been french kissed + 6. kissed a MOS in the horizontal position? + 7. french kissed three or more MOS's in 24 hours? + 8. kissed a MOS in the last three months? + 9. necked for more than 2 hours consecutively? + 10. slow danced cheek-to-cheek? + 11. had an alcoholic drink? + 12. been drunk? + 13. driven while under the influence of alcohol or drugs? + 14. had a lapse of memory due to drinking or drugs? + 15. used alcohol or drugs to lower a MOS's resistance? + 16. smoked tobacco? + 17. smoked pot or hashish? + 18. used a stronger drug? + 19. taken 4 or more "recreational" drugs within 24 hours? + 20. read a pornographic book or magazine? + 21. seen a pornographic movie? + 22. seen a stripper? + 23. been arrested? + 24. been convicted of a crime? + 25. had an erection/clitoral erection? + 26. had an orgasm? + 27. had an orgasm in a dream? + 28. fondled a MOS's ass? + 29. caressed a MOS's thigh? + 30. fondled a breast or had your breast fondled? + 31. wrestled with a MOS? + 32. showered, bathed, jacuzzied, or saunaed with a MOS? + 33. gone coed skinny-dipping? + 34. gone through the motions of intercourse while fully clothed? + 35. spent the night in a MOS's room? + 36. slept in the same bed with a MOS? + 37. seen a naked post-pubescent MOS? + 38. been seen naked by a MOS after puberty? + 39. undressed or been undressed by a MOS? + 40. kissed a MOS on the breast or been kissed on the breast? + 41. fondled a MOS's genitals or had your genitals fondled by a MOS? + 42. had an orgasm due to manipulation by a MOS? + 43. kissed a MOS on the thigh? + 44. engaged in cunnilingus? + 45. engaged in fellatio? + 46. had sexual intercourse at a parents house while they were home? + 47. engaged in definitely sexual activity on the first date? + 48. masturbated? + 49. masturbated to a picture? + 50. masturbated with another person in the room? + 51. watched another person masturbate? + 52. been caught masturbating? + 53. simulated intercourse with an inanimate object? + 54. committed an act of voyeurism? + 55. committed an act of exhibitionism? + 56. massaged or been massaged by a MOS? + 57. unintentionally interrupted a couple in a significant state of undress? + 58. participated in a tickle orgy, gross out, truth or dare, etc.? + 59. experimented sexually before puberty? + 60. purchased contraceptives in a drug store? + 61. had sexual intercourse? + 62. had sexual intercourse more than 10 times? + 63. had sexual intercourse continuously for 1/2 hour? + 64. had sexual intercourse within the last 3 months? + 65. had sexual intercourse 3 or more times in 1 night? + 66. had sexual intercourse in 3 or more positions? + 67. had sexual intercourse in a car? + 68. had sexual intercourse using a condom? + 69. ? + 70. had sexual intercourse outdoors? + 71. had sexual intercourse with 3 different people? + 72. had sexual intercourse with a virgin? + 73. had sexual intercourse during menstruation? + 74. had sexual intercourse without using birth control? + 75. had sexual intercourse with 2 MOSs in 24 hours? + 76. had sexual intercourse in a public place? + 77. described a sexual experience to a separate party? + 78. committed statutory rape? + 79. been the object of travel or traveled 100 miles or more for sexual + activity? + 80. impregnated a woman or been pregnant? + 81. arranged or had an abortion? + 82. displaced a roommate by staying with a MOS for 1 or more nights? + 83. shacked up with a MOS for a month or more? + 84. tasted semen? + 85. been propositioned by a prostitute or pimp? + 86. accepted? + 87. had anal intercourse? + 88. been tested for V.D. due to reasonable suspicion? + 89. had V.D.? + 90. picked up a strange MOS for sexual purposes? + 91. engaged in group sex? + 92. engaged in sadism or masochism for sexual enjoyment? + 93. been propositioned by a member of the same sex? + 94. accepted? + 95. been masturbated by a member of the same sex? + 96. been orally stimulated by a member of the same sex? + 97. committed incest? + 98. fondled a pre-pubescent MOS? + 99. engaged in transvestitism for sexual enjoyment? + 100. committed bestiality? + +hoo-boy! + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/testsex.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/testsex.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..37699261 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/testsex.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ + The Kinky Test + How "kinky" are you? Here is your chance to find out! + How to take the test: It's easy! For every "yes" +answer, give yourself one point. After you have answered all the +questions, total your points. Here is a guide to see how +really Kinky you are! + + Score Rating + 0-5 Pure as the driven snow. + 6-20 Inexperienced, but you are getting there! + 21-40 Your sex life if pretty normal. + 41-70 Your sex life is full and adventurous! + 71-85 Borderline Kinky. + 86-100 You SURE are KINKY! + + Remember, this test starts off easy and gets harder as +you progress! Also, it is for YOUR enjoyment, and NOT to +be answered here.(although exchanging scores would be fun!) +It is not a survey! Enjoy! + +There are 100 questions. Give yourself one point for every +"Yes" answer... + +Abbreviations: +-------------- +LSKed = Licked/Sucked/Kissed +BBGed = Blindfolded, Bound and Gagged + +Have You Ever... +---------------- +1. ...hugged a member of the opposite sex? +2. ...kissed a member of the opposite sex? +3. ...kissed a member of the opposite sex in the backseat of a car? +4. ...kissed a member of the opposite sex in a bed? +5. ...french kissed? +6. ...kissed for more than five minutes? +7. ...kissed for more than a half hour? +8. ...kissed for more than a hour? +9. ...kissed the genitals of a member of the opposite sex? +10. ...placed your tongue on the genitals of a member of the opposite sex? +11. ...sucked on the genitals of a member of the opposite sex? +12. ...sucked on nipples, besides when you were breast fed? +13. ...masterbated? +14. ...had sexual fantasies? +15. ...had sexual fantasies while masterbating? +16. ...masterbated another persons genital area with your fingers? +17. ...had someone masterbate you? +18. ...masterbated more than one person during a session? +19. ...been masterbated by more than one person during a session? +20. ...masterbated a member of the same sex? +21. ...been masterbated by a member of the Same sex? +22. ...described your sexual fantasies to someone else? +23. ...described your sexual fantasies while that person masterbated you? +24. ...LSKed the genitals of the opposite sex while they LSKed yours? +25. ...had your genitals LSKed? +26. ...had oral sex with a member of the same sex? +27. ...had oral sex with more than one person during the same session? +28. ...had oral sex with more than two people during the same session? +29. ...used a vibrator? +30. ...had a vibrator used on you? +31. ...used a vibrator on someone of the opposite sex? +32. ...used a vibrator on a member of the same sex? +33. ...had intercourse with the member of the opposite sex? +34. ...had intercourse with the female on top? +35. ...had intercourse with the man entering from behind? (vaginally) +36. ...had intercourse in a public place, like a park, in daylight? +37. ...had intercourse in the bathtub, or some other unusual place? +38. ...had intercourse on an airplane, bus, or train?(non-sleep compartment) +39. ...had intercourse while someone else LSKed you? +40. ...had intercourse while another couple had intercourse in the same room? +41. ...had intercourse with someone you had just met? +42. ...had intercourse with someone in which you didn't know the person's name? +43. ...had intercourse with a member of the same sex? +44. ...had anal intercourse? +45. ...had intercourse with more than more person during the same session? +46. ...had intercourse with more than 2 people in a day? +47. ...had intercourse with more than 3 people in a day? +48. ...had intercourse with 4 or more people in a day? +49. ...had intercourse more than once a night? +50. ...had intercourse +51. ...had intercouse more than three times a night? +52. ...been BBGed while engaging in oral sex? +53. ...been BBGed while engaging in intercourse? +54. ...worn handcuffs while engaging in intercourse? +55. ...been BBGed while a vibrator was used on you? +56. ...been BBGed while more than one person LSKed you? +57. ...just been blindfolded while engaging in intercourse? +58. ...BBGed someone else while you LSKed them? +59. ...BBGed someone while engaging in intercourse with them? +60. ...ordered someone to perform sexual acts on you? +61. ...had someone ordered you to perform sexual cts on them? +62. ...BBGed a member of the same sex while you LSKed them? +63. ...been BBGed by a member of the same sex? +64. ...had a member of the opposite and same sex LSKed you at the same time? +65. ...joined a member of the same sex to LSKed a member of the opposite sex? +66. ...use exotic lotions on a member of the opposite sex? +67. ...used exotic lotions on a member of the same sex? +68. ...had exotic lotions used on you? +69. ...worn "edible" underwear? +70. ...eaten "edible" underwear while the person wore it? +71. ...used/had your lover use flavored douches? +72. ...used vegatables (ie cucumbers) in your sex play? +73. ...watched an X-rated movie? +74. ...masterbated the opposite sex while they watched an X-rated movie? +75. ...LSKed the opposite sex while they watched an X-rated movie? +76. ...been masterbated by the opposite sex while you watched an X-rated movie? +77. ...been LSKed while you watched a X-rated movie? +78. ...had intercourse while watching an X-rated movie? +79. ...taken/took photos while having intercourse or oral sex? +80. ...used whipped cream, honey, or other types of food in your sex play? +81. ...participated in "golden showers"? +82. ...participated in "sandwiches"? +83. ...had intercourse while drunk, or stoned? +84. ...watched other people had sex, live? +85. ...watched other people engage in sex, live, while masterbating? +86. ...had anyone watch you have sex? +87. ...had anyone watch you have sex while they masterbated? +88. ...read pornography? +89. ...read pornography while masterbating? +90. ...read pornography to a member of the opposite sex while they masterbated? +91. ...read pornography while they masterbated/had oral sex with you? +92. ...read pornography while engaging in intercourse? +93. ...been read pornography while you masterbated? +94. ...been read pornography while you LSKed someone? +95. Were you younger than 15 when you first had intercourse? +96. Were you younger than 18 when you first had intercourse? +97. Were you younger than 23 when you first had intercourse? +98. Were you younger than 30 when you first had intercourse? +99. Were you younger than 40 when you first had intercourse? +100. Do you have any parts of your body pierced besides your ears? + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/the_date.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/the_date.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..390ddda5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/the_date.txt @@ -0,0 +1,381 @@ + THE ULTIMATE DATE + + + I met you after work...5pm sharp. We loaded the car in self-conscious +conversation. The drive was long and tedious, but I had your favorite music +on the stereo. Soon the magic of the trip had taken hold, and the +conversation became light. When we reached the beach the sun was just +sinking beneath the waves. We walked and talked beside the sea. No +interference from office politics, just the two of us on the beach. As the +sun sank lower in the west, the ocean turned a deep purple. Rivalled only by +the indigo of twilight sky. Back in our room we celebrated with champagne +and strawberries and retired closer than we began the day. Next morning as +the sun pulled moisture from the sea, we found our special place behind the +dunes. The heat rose invisible waves from the sheer white sand. Quickly we +stowed our gear behind the largest dune and headed for the water at a dead +run. Even at such a pace, our feet were scorched by the burning sands. I +was first into the water but you weren't far behind. As I broke the surface +from my dive, you were gliding to a stop next to me. Laughingly I tackled +you in the surf and we were carried back to shore by the surging waves. We +played in the water until we became tired and then high-stepped back to our +secluded dune. You flopped down onto your towel; I stared momentarily at +your glistening body and collapsed into a heap next to you. You were lying +on your stomach and asked if I would mind rubbing suntan oil on your back. +At first I balked, but how could I refuse such a request. Your skin was cool +to the touch, soft and smooth beneath my hands. Slowly, I traversed the +contours of your body. Disconcerted, I put my mind back only on the task at +hand. Gently, I pulled your long blonde hair away from your ears and bent to +whisper in your exposed ear. + + + CHAPTER TWO + + Thoughts of other things swept through my mind, but being the gentleman +I am, I merely whisper that I am through. I slip away and leave you to your +repose. The sun is still high enough to catch some rays so I do just that. +Lying back in the calm between our dunes, the steady sound of the waves +suffuses me with well being and I drift content in the feelings. How long we +stayed so, I cannot say. But when I roused myself, the sun had sunk low to +the horizon and the breeze was growing chill. You were sleeping so I covered +you with a towel and started the fire. You awoke with it's merry popping and +snapping. As you turned, you graced me with the smile of an angel. Framed +by golden locks, your face is most beautiful in the fire-lit twilight. +Taking the champagne from the cooler, I begin the ceremony of opening. When +the cork pops, you start, then giggle at your own fright. Depositing a +strawberry in each glass, I hand you yours with eyes full of dreamy delight. +You accept with something moving behind your eyes, I know not what. As we +sip our champagne, the stars come out one-by-one. We cry in awe and welcome +as each new attendant to our private party shows itself. I stand and look +out over the night sea, drawn by a Power greater than myself. You come and +lean softly against me and I hold you close. After a time, you say you must +take care of things. When you're gone, I wander to the ocean's edge. The +water is warm and inviting, so I leave my trunks on the beach and dive freely +into it's breakers. When I surface, I see that you have joined me and that +you too have left your inhibitions on the sand. + + + CHAPTER THREE + + I could see the white of your body standing out against the dark water +as you approached. I didn't know quite how to act. Should I be cool? +Should I pretend not to notice? That's out! How could I not notice someone +so lovely? No. I'll just be normal. Normal? What's that?! + Now you stop. Six feet still separates us, but I can feel the +temperature rise around me. "I've never done this before, it feels great!" +That was your exclamation before you went under. It was the old game of +shark & victim---with a new twist added. To my great discomfort, the twist +cast me, who was always the ever-confident shark, as the hapless victim. A +role I had not much experience playing. And most assuredly not in these +extenuating circumstances. Whereas up to now, I had felt safe in your +company, I was beginning to feel out of my depth, as it were. When faced +with such a dilemma, instinct takes over. A good defense is always a good +offense. With this thought in mind, I dove. Now, we all know that salt +stings the eyes. So I was blind, but you too were sight impaired. We were +equally in the dark, so to speak. I waited until I was sure you had +surfaced, then came up myself. I had a plan. You were twenty feet to my +right with your back to me. I splashed. You turned, grinned a wicked grin +and dove once more. Good, You played right into my hands and your intent was +clear. I knew now that the only way to combat your strategy was to embarrass +you before you could embarrass me. + To this end I struck out for shore. Climbing out of the water on my +stomach, I sprinted low to the first dune. Turning, I see you resurface. I +flattened out on the banked sand and put all my military training into +practice. You search in all directions and not seeing me, dive again. Safe, +so far. I cover the distance between dunes in a flash. The air is cold, so +I have to work fast. Grabbing my snorkel and mask, I'm off again to my +covering mound. If only I can gain the water before you catch on. Looking +down, I catch the glare of reflective tape from off my snorkel top. Shoot! +Now what? It's a dead giveaway! Oh, well; can't do anything, now. Just +have to chance it. You come up again just as I begin to go for the waves. +Freeze! My mind screams; my body obeys. You are looking in to shore, now. +Peering hard, right at me. I've blown it; the jig is up. Or is it? No, you +turn away and swim along the beach away from me. Phew! Heart attack city! +I desperately search for a way to get back to the water before I'm really +caught. These thoughts race through my brain like the movements of a caged +animal. When what to my wandering eyes does appear? A large piece of +driftwood, and oh, so very near! Alright, so it wasn't Christmas, but that +driftwood was definitely a gift. My salvation in the form of diversion. It +was ideally suited to the purpose, also. Longish and heavy, if I could get +this thing in the water, I was home free. If I couldn't, I was a plucked +gander, if you know what I mean. It lay not four feet away, on the side of +the dune farthest from you. I had to act fast if I was to win this contest. +With the silence of a hunting cat, step-by-step, I crept closer. Two +feet....one foot....nose to the wind....body to the ground....eyes riveted on +your now appearing form. So little cover. So little time. So many risks; +but it was now or never. I grabbed, heaved, and ducked in an almost +simultaneous instant. The moon was almost directly overhead and to my +advantage. The shadows being behind the dunes, I had cover still. My +delivering driftwood, or my impending excuse for huddling naked behind a sand +dune; hung in the air just above the wave tops turning over and over for what +was to me more than eternity itself. Now, I'm sure that the reader is +saying to themselves, "right." Certainly, they must be asking, "why in the +world would it take a stupid piece of driftwood more than eternity to fly the +fifteen feet between where he is to the water?" Well, my friend, I would +like you to remember that question. Next time you're crouched clothes-less +behind a dune on a North Carolina beach. Trying very hard not to be seen by +a beautiful girl whom you don't know very well, who is trying very hard to +see your ridiculously fishbelly-white body. Ask me that question again! + Splash! + Air rushed back into my lungs, startling me. I hadn't noticed that I +wasn't breathing. A flash of moonlight caught my eye. It was your arm +glistening as it broke water. You were moving toward the ripples you thought +were me. Ha, ha! It worked! As I leapt from my hiding place, I watched you +submerge. I knew you were on a course that to you must surely catch me +unawares. But oh, no, Baby; you're the one to be caught! With all the speed +I can muster, I am once again in the water. I don't bother to surface to +clear my mask. The sound of breaking waves covers the clearing of my +snorkel. One deep breath and I disappear into the murky depths.... + + + CHAPTER FOUR + + Welcome once more to A&E........w-e-l-l ? As you know, our hero has +just dove in. In search of our heroine under the murky depths.... + + It was dark underwater but I knew where to go. I was ready but I was +not prepared for what greeted me there. I picked up your trail of ascending +bubbles. You were diving yet again as I watched you fade from my field of +vision. I followed slowly intending to catch you on the way up. But as you +rose all thought of capture fled my mind. For there appearing to me in the +dim light was the most wonderful feminine form I had yet laid eyes on. You +looked like a mermaid of old. So overwhelmed was I that I forgot the +simplest rule of diving with a snorkel: never, never breath in before blowing +out! Coughing and spluttering, I broke the surface. If you hadn't drug me +to shallow water where we could stand, I surely would have drowned. But, +what a way to go! After I could speak, I whispered in marvel, "you're +beautiful." You smiled shyly up at me, no longer the shark; just the girl. +We stared long into each other's eyes, saying a million things without +uttering a sound. You bobbed ever nearer and where flesh touched flesh, +there was fire. Then you shivered and I recalled our state of "au natural." +Embarrassed, I pulled away, but you pulled me back. "Hold me, please? I'm +cold." you said, and laid your head on my chest. I was certain the pounding +of my heart would bruise your face, so hard it seemed to me. I was rooted to +the spot, not daring to start a friction I know I could not stop. I had to +get back to the beach, the fire, and safety! + I began to move toward shore, but you clung to me even tighter, saying +"No. It's so cold and you're so warm." "I know! That's the problem." I +said, struggling toward the beach. Once free of the waves, I sprinted for +our place between the dunes. "You're rotten!!" You screamed, flailing after +me. I kept my back turned until you had wrapped a towel around yourself and +sat sullenly by the fire. "That was not very nice, you know," you grumped. +"I know," I whispered, hiding the turmoil within me. I wandered slowly away +to gaze across the mirror of the sea. Your footfalls alerted me to your +coming, but I did not turn. Softly laying your hand on my arm, you ask +"What's the matter?" Could I tell you? Would you understand? No, better to +not start something I can't finish. "Nothing, just thinking," I lie. "What +about?" you query. No answer. "Why did you run away from me?" There it +was. The question I knew would come, but I couldn't answer. How to start? +"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to go this far. I don't know what to +say. I'm so sorry." "Sorry? What for? For wanting me?" Now, almost +angry, "No, you mean to tell me that you think that was all your idea? You +mean to tell me that you thought for one instant you would have touched me if +I hadn't wanted you to? Of course I wanted you to! Why else do you think I +left my suit on the beach and went after you? Why else do you think I pulled +you so tightly to me? I wanted to feel you! I wanted to give myself to you! +And you wanted me to! So, why now, all of a sudden the cold feet? You said +I was beautiful; did you mean it?" "Oh, yes; you are! You're so beautiful, +you scare me! You scare me to death! Don't you see?! I want you more than +I've ever wanted anyone. I want you so bad, my whole body's shakin'! I just +cannot have you!! It would be breaking all the rules. Everything I have +ever tried to stand for is on the line here. How can I make you understand? +Annette, the sweetest thing I could ever imagine would be to have you now. To +feel your warmth. To caress you tenderly until I could no longer. If ever I +did, though, I could never, never stop! I would not be able to let you go +again. I can not take that chance. I've been down that road before. I +can't be hurt like that again, ever. My whole life would fall apart. The +inevitability of your leaving me is way too great, now." I turn away, unable +to find words adequate to express the pain and longing and joy and sadness +all vying in my heart at this moment. What am I going to do? God, if ever +you loved me, prove it now! What do I tell this woman? I can't even find +words to tell myself. "How do I get myself into these things?" I wonder +aloud? "I'm a nice guy. I always try to walk the straight & narrow. I +never try to hurt anybody. So why is it I always find myself in this +position? Do I ask for these things? No. So how come I'm losing my mind, +right now? Jees! Look at me, I'm talking to myself." + I turned toward you and in so doing, caught just the glimmer of a smile +on your face. You tried to hide it with your hands, but there was no way to +conceal the amusement so plainly evident in your eyes. You were actually +giggling! I was indignant. "What's so funny?" "You are, silly." you +retorted with obvious glee. "Oh?" said I with annoyance. "How so?" To that +your reply was to crumple to the ground in gales of raucous laughter. Trying +to control myself, I calmly asked "Would you mind telling me, please, what it +is about my person that you find so all consumingly hilarious?"........... + + + CHAPTER FIVE + + Fans, this story is getting too good to backtrack, so hang on. +Hilarious..... + + Now I'm the angry one. "What's so damned funny!?" At my outburst, you +try to compose yourself enough to answer; while I waited, impatiently +fuming. "I'm...giggle, giggle...sorry. I don't mean to laugh, but..." +trying to catch your now so short, of late, breath! "You're falling in love +with me." Said so demurely, I had to ask you to repeat the answer. With +more confused bluster than true anger, "What are you talking about? I don't +even know what I'm doing, so how could you possibly know?" Of course, you +were not rattled, but simply looked up at me with a look that said: "You know +I'm right, so stop playing like it's not true!" What does one say to refute +a face so full of confident assurance? + I did the only thing possible for me to do. I pulled you to your feet +and kissed you. Softly, slowly, with tenderness, at first. Then, picking up +force like the waves so near, building, growing, surging forward until it +breaks upon the sand in a spray of foam and fury. Thus, did I find myself +lying upon my back; your trembling body atop me in the cold, dewy sand. +"Stop, please?" I whisper against your oh, so achingly enticing ear. "I +can't stop if we go much further, and you're much too important to me, to +tempt what I know would happen." My mind screams out for you to continue. +"Let this animal, straining against the chains of my own convention, go!" +While my heart aches to be sure. "Don't blow it, E." it says, "I know how +you want her butt, don't blow it!" + To break this exquisitely dangerous spell, I ask "What now?" Your voice +is husky in reply..."What do you want?" "Oh, Baby, you already know that!" + "Then stop fighting; you're the only thing that stands between us." + "Please don't put it that way. I tried to tell you why we mustn't let +this happen! Is it so hard to understand?" Your grudging answer "No, but +can't you just hold me?" + + +***************************************************************************** + + PART TWO + + CHAPTER ONE + + + THE ADVENTURE ON THE BOAT + + Flowers! Flowers with satin ribbons everywhere! Flowers and faces. +What are they all smiling at, and why do my cheeks feel like I've been +hanging by the corners of my mouth for a month? Stop smiling, you idiot!! I +can't! I can't! My teeth have grown and my lips won't stretch back over +them anymore! Get hold of yourself. This is no big deal. Sure, no problem; +I mean, let's look at this realistically. You are, after all, only getting +married. Married! Oh Jees, is my hair straight? Are my pants zipped? Come +on, Wad, give me a hand here, but if I open my mouth to tell you all this, +everybody in this place will know how extremely nervous I am. Like they +don't know? Stop wiping your hands on your pants, you're going to leave +streaks. Oh, man! Oh, man! The music is starting! What am I supposed to +do? Oh God, don't let my knees buckle? I promise never, never to laugh at +another groom. Just don't let my knees buckle, please? + There she is! Oh, God she looks like an angel! I can't believe she's +really mine! Thank you, thank you, thank you!! How I hope you can read my +eyes, now that you're so close. Your hands are trembling. So, I'm not the +only one who's nervous. Oh, baby, you are so beautiful. Your face is +shining so brightly, so very, very brightly. Your...face... + + "Aaaaahhhh!!" My free hand falls limply across my eyes, in a vain +attempt to shut out the rising sun. Why do I let you talk me into these +things? Because, it seemed like the thing to do at time. Oh well, at least +you're comfortable. And why not? You've got your face buried in my +shoulder. You can't even see the sun yet. Oh, stop grousing! You know you +love sleeping on deck as much as she does. After all, you did start it, +remember? Just when I get to the good part, you stir, recalling me from my +sweet reverie. You start, and grab me tightly as you awake. "I'm so glad +you're still here! Are we really married?!" + I reassure you, if not a bit facetiously. "You've asked me that every +day for a week and the answer is still the same. Yes. We are really +married. In the eyes of both God and the State. And I thought I was the +insecure one." + With a look of sheer exasperated disgust, you grabbed hold of my +pectoral protrusion, commonly known as a nipple, and twisted. Savagely +intoning all the while: "You know very well what I meant!" + "Oooouch! I scream and roll away, to no avail. You have the strongest +fingers of any woman I know. My misfortune, I married a woman with an iron +grip. After what you decide is a suitable amount of time....an interminable +period of anguish for me....you let go. Then you rolled on top of me, kissed +me shortly, and said, "I am so happy! I still feel like this is all a dream, +and I'm just waiting to wake up. And when I do, I know you'll be gone." + "Not a chance, Baby! Not now that I know what I know about you and +sailboats." Just as we were about to reprise our "fete du accompli" of the +night before, a voice: "I didn't think swells were the only things rockin' +this boat last night." The latter said from the hatch, where stood my +buddy, Vince. + Your startled cry and frantic hurry to pull the sheets over your quickly +reddening face draws gales of laughter from both Vince and myself. For +which, I was again the recipient of your agonizing grip. Coupled this time +with blows as well. + "All right! All right! I'm sorry! I conceed." At which time, you +stop hitting me and notice that in your frenzy you have pulled the sheet up +to expose your thighs. + "Go away, please, Vince!" you yell into my unguarded ear. + "Sure, anything you say. Breakfast in twenty." he calls, retreating +back into the cabin. Still chuckling and shaking his head. As we help each +other up, a muffled "Newlyweds!" reaches our ears from the galley. + I laughingly comment "That was pretty funny." + "Not to me!" you growl. Before you can sermonize to me about the evils +of having another man aboard your honeymoon cruise, yet again, I suggest a +swim. "Now? Like this?" You are incredulous. + "You didn't seem to mind before." I remind you. + "That was in the dark. This is in broad daylight!" you affirm. + "Oh honey, there isn't a soul around for a hundred miles" I coax. + "What about Vince?" pointing to the cabin below. + "He's cooking breakfast. And besides, you'll be in the water, what's to +see?" + "In this water, he could count my goose bumps from thirty yards out!" +said with deliberateness and just a touch of the irate shrew. + "Suit yourself." And over the side I go. Knowing full well you would +not let me have half the satisfaction of winning an argument by simply diving +into the crystal azure waters of the cove. Also bearing in mind, that once +you had followed me into the water there would no longer be anything to argue +about. + We frolicked and splashed in the warm blue water like the children we +still were. Swimming this way and that, marveling at the things we found on +the bottom, playing on the surface until Vince reappeared. Naked foot upon +the rail, he shouted "You two gonna eat or what?" + "Be in in a sec, man." I shouted back. When from behind my left ear, +where you had hidden yourself, there thundered a resounding "Go away, please, +Vince!" + This pleased me none too well. Being as how it made the state of +deafness in both my ears, almost equal. + "I wish you'd stop doing that!" I squalled, as I valiantly tried to stop +the ringing in my abused ears. + "Would you rather he see what only you should see?" you countered. + "No! But I would like to be able to hear when our honeymoon is over. +Thank you!" With this exchange we made our way to the ladder at the keel of +Vince's boat. Once aboard, we found our towels and clothes in two neat +stacks on the benches lining the hull. With proper chagrin, you smile up at +me and say "He really is a sweetheart!" I merely roll my eyes in wonder at +the thought processes of a female. + When we had dried ourselves and dressed, an activity that must have +sounded to poor Vince, much like children playing in Mother's wardrobe, you +called out "You can come up, now, Vince, and thank you." + Said, I might add, from a reasonable distance this time. I kissed you +heartily for it. Mr. B., then coming into view laden with trays from the +galley, plaintively asked "Why do I get the feeling you don't want me around +much?" + While you try to stammer out a reply, I, having seen the smile behind +the glasses, reply for you "Ah, you know women, she's just being finicky." +If looks could kill, I would have, at that moment, found myself lying in the +deepest depths of Davy Jones' locker. However, God, being the most +benevolent God that He is, chose to spare me. I, for my part, flashed you my +most dazzlingly brilliant smile. And quipped "But you know I love you, Baby." + To this, Vince's reaction was to fall onto the bench in a fit of +hysterics. Of course, after having previously laid the dishes on the cleared +chart table. + But, to no one's surprise, you weren't buying that line. "I don't know +why I ever married him. Anyone can see that he's nothing but an overbearing, +arrogant, conceited, egotistical, jerk!!" Softening, "But I do so love him." +After so saying, you brushed your hand tenderly against my cheek and gazed +down into my adoring eyes. + "Making up is so much fun!" I say and pull you down next to me. + This was too much for my friend Vince, for his next words were: " Would +you guys quit, already? I feel like I'm trapped in a two-bit romance novel!" + Never one to offend, I shot back "You're just jealous!" Then proceeded +to kiss you noisily about the neck and shoulders. At which you squealed and +delivered a shower of harmless blows to my shoulders. + Once again displaced, but never really, Vince grumbles "Well, you can +have that, if you want; I'm eating real food for breakfast." Having so said, +he fell to with great relish. + + + + The girl's name is Annette; my name is + Ed Oster. 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Just go down to Rush Street and look for some +hookers and for only $200 you can fuck your brains out for one hour, but if you +just want tits and you're kinda short on cash,read on... + + + + High School + ************* + + Almost everyone who has a modem is in high school and you go there almost +everyday so why not have some fun while you're there. Whenever you get the +craving for some nice round soft tits you virtually surrouded by them all over +school. + + One way is when you're walking in between those door frames. + + + =========== + ! ! ! + ! ! ! + ! ! ! + ! ! ! + =========== + + ^^ Like this ^^ + + + Well when you see a real good looking girl coming down the hallway with some +nice tits walk through the same way she goes and it'll get crowded so you'll +both have to turn sideways and when she does her tits will be against your +chest.Step forward for an ever better feel. Oh what a feeling! + + + + + Crowds + ******** + + When you're in a large crowd such as at a concert or maybe a fair at your +local high school you can find lots of tits. Look for some great looking girl +in the middle and walk through the crowd pretending to get to the front.While +you're doing it go past her and try to sqeeze in between her tits and the person +next to her. If you can try to get your face in her tits. + + + + + Tall Girls + ************ + + Look for some tall girls with big tits wherever you can find them.In large +groups if possible. Try to walk right next to them and if you're luck you'll +get your face right in her tits since she's so tall. + + + + Pushing + ********* + + Get a friend to help you for this one. Look for a girl you'd like to get your +hands on. Walk by her with your arms against your chests like... + + \\\\! !//// + ! ! ! ! + ! ! ! ! + ! ! ! ! + + so your palms are facing outward from you.Tell your friend to push you into +her and while you bump into her feel her tits with your hands.Not too long or +she might get suspicious. + + + + Hookers + ********* + + Ask them for 'samples' of their bodies and start feeling them all over. Be +careful no pimp is around or you could find yourself in big trouble or out of a +lot of money.Go for little girls like 14 yr olds cause they usually can't do +shit about it. + + + + Looking + ********* + + Ok some people are chicken shit so they won't do that kind of stuff.Well if +you're that kinda person try looking,or if you're just curious how big the new +students tits are or something,take a look. + + Try to get a seat in the classroom right behind her.Look at her ass if you +want but it's better to go for the tits.Stand up slowly and while you're doing +it look down her shirt.Go to the garbage can or ask the teacher for help or +maybe the pencil sharpener so you can keep doing it each time without her +getting suspicious. + + If you get friendly with her try tickling her as if you're just teasing and +maybe you'll 'accidently' feel her tits. + + A seat behind her on the bus would be great for watching. If you have a +backpack or a bag put it on the seat and sit on it so you can get a higher view +and you can look right down her shirt.If she has a bowtie or something offer to +tie it or maybe say you want to learn how to tie a bowtie.While you're reaching +over to fix it just keep looking down her shirt while you're doing it. + + + + Peeping Tom + ************* + + Got a nice looking next-door neighbor? Get your binoculars out and look at +her bedroom window.Good hours to look are around 9:00-10:00pm, depending on her +bedtime. Also in the morning when she is dressing.Try getting your movie or vcr +camera and direct it toward the 'target area'.Leave it on for a few hours or +so.If possible look through the bathroom window also.Bribe her if +possible.Threaten her anonymously by calling and telling her to remove her +clothes or be hurt. + + + + Locker Rooms + ************** + + Yes,an old trick.Try to hide in towel bins or closets. Staying in the +bathroom of the locker is good.While they think some other girl is in there +taking a shit or changing her tampon take a peek at all the curvaceous nude +bodies occupying the locker room. If you look like a little kid go in the +women's locker room at the local YMCA or something. Wait near the door during +games so while they're coming out just take a peek inside. Enter any adjoining +rooms such as gym offices and 'accidently' open the door connecting the two +rooms as if you didn't know. + +::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: + This was an Eternity presentation +::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/titstard.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/titstard.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..79ede07d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/titstard.hum @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +Whovians take note: +------------------- + +////////Barney badass's b-files//////// + +B-file #4:A couple of problems,or + Whofile# 1 + +****Note**** + + The following file was written with a certain reader in mind;The whoite. That +is,an afficionado of that gallifr- eyan do-gooder,the doctor. Those of you who +are not familiar with the timelord of which i speak,are bound to get pre- cious +little from this file,so i recco- mmend you use your online time for some other +endavor,like wondering why you live in such a vaccuum that you don't know who +the doctor is. Or,rather,that the doctor is who. Oh,never mind. To the +enlightened,i implore you,read/ print on! + + Fellow who-ites; Perhaps you have noticed the title to this file : A couple +of problems. What might i mean by this? Well,being a regular viewer/ +convention hound for 4 years now,i have noticed a phenomenon that reoccurs oc- +casionally with the doctor's companions --the female ones, i mean. This file is +an essay on--bongos on the bridge;Mam- maries in the main control;Cleavage in +the console room...Yes, i mean: + + Tits in the TARDIS. + + Why are they there? Do they add or detract from the essence of the doc- tor's +escapades? Do we mind their pres- ence? Or,rather,presences? Perhaps we can +get some answers by examining the history of this phenomenon. Or,rather, these +phenomenae... + + Susan,barbara,polly,zoe,vicki,liz, jo,sarah,leela,romana,nyassa,tegan,and +now,peri. These ladies are the possible subjects of examination that we can use +in our brief study. These are,of course the female assistants that i have seen +in action...There may be others that i have forgotten,but we can suffice quite +niceley with these lasses. + + Now-to identify the origins of up- per body protruberances into the space/ +time continuum,we shall go back,back in time (Relatively,of course) to the doc- +tor's first incarnation,the late william hartnell. What do we find here? +Susan,the doctor's 'granddaughter'-- a young girl,not at all bodily exposed in +any way shape or form. Well,what did we expect? Would you go running around +scantily clad in a time capsule with your grandad? Which leaves us barbara. +Not much here,just the usual screaming whenever some globular mass slithers +by..No titlillation,if you'll excuse the term... + + We find this situation largeley the same all the way through the reign of the +finest doctor (Patrick troughton), also; (It's my file,i can make opinion- ated +statements if i want to) zoe,vicki et. Al,-and even thru the majority of the +third regeneration of our renegade gallifreyan (Jon pertwee),things in the realm +of sexing up the dimensionally transcendental are pretty tame...And then +came--sarah jane. + + Not that i mean that sarah was a brazen exhibitionist or anything,but she was +definitely the first of the doctor's companions to exhibit the fact that she was +a modern woman,complete with ..Er,accessories? The producers of the show at the +time wanted this to happen,since they figured the interplay between a specimen +of 'liberated fe- male' and the rather conservative char- acterization of +pertwee's doctor would be pretty interesting. After all,it was the '70's. + + Then,after that jaunt to metebelis 3,exit pertwee,and enter the doctor who got +the closest to troughton's fantast- ic-ness,tom baker. In many senses,all hell +broke loose. The new doctor was,in a word,nuts,and we got the feeling that +anything could happen. But while all the scripts centered on baker being out +going and the prime attraction,sarah, novel femininity or not was put in the +background along with harry,all the way until 'hand of fear',when she left. + + Next thing you know,cowabunga! En- ter--leela! Leela the savage warrior, +leela the tribal leader,leela the..The --scantily clad!! Never have we seen +more flesh in the endless battle again- st cosmic evil that the doctor faces. +Jumping aroung with her dagger in one hand,a janus thorn in another,and her +solidly defined cleavage leading the way,leela was truly a sight to behold. But +eventually,loincloth and all,she fell for some timelord geek on gallif- rey and +stuck around on the doctor's home planet with k-9 mk i. Oh well,no more +ignoring the occasional boring plot by leering anymore,right? + + Well,yes and no. Enter the lady romanadvoratnolundar. Romana for short. +(Frankly i wouldn't have minded'fred'). Neither of the incarnations (Mary tamm/ +lalla ward) got as decadent (But don't you love it) as leela did in terms of +lack of coverage,but as far as i'm con- cerned,they didn't have to,especially +romana1,mary tamm. She was quite attr- active indeed and,according to manner +befitting a timelady,she wasn't blatant about it. Perhaps a direct opposite to +leela in order to balance things out? Well,i suppose we'll never know now, +unless,of course we want to zip back into e-space....Anyone out there know how +to calculate negative co-ordinates? + + So,anyway,exit romana,and enter nyssa,and shortly thereafter,tegan. Hm. It +wasn't until the whocon in'82 that i realized just how ravishing nyssa real- ly +was. She (Sarah sutton) was there, along with that galactic asshole,the master +(Anthony ainley),and i tell you, i couldn't keep my eyes off of that little +british lovely. Unfortunately, the producers felt the asinine need to keep that +awesome english frame under the same damn costume she wore from 'keeper of +traaken' for practically 2 whole seasons. Silly. Especially when the only +other relief you might have had was that bloody austrailian mouth on legs,tegan. +Her perpetual panicking kept on even thru the exit of the long- ets-running +baker,and the entry of the 5th doctor,the amusingly docile peter davison. + + Finally,around 'arc of infinity', dear,dear nyssa changes her clothes and +shows off a bit more of her wonderful shape. True,she wasn't the best actress +to cross the screen,but....That...Face. + + But all good things must come to an end,and when it did,it really happened +with a bang. In 'terminus',nyssa's last adventure,she practically strips while +in the throes of some sickness. Geez, why couldn't she be sick more often? +And,on top of all this,tegan is running around screaming in a inordinately tight +leather skirt. Seems the formula of stellar cheap thrills is back, and back in +force,back in 1980's style... Truly interesting,no? + + Well,thankfully for the ears of the entire staff of the bbc,tegan left the +doctor and turlough after the ap- pallingly bad 'resurrection of the dal- +eks',apparently because all the killing had gotten tn her. Personally i think +she was just emabarrased at having to act in such a shit episode--but i digr- +ess.... + + So now with tegan gone,who do we have for our hormones to admire? No- +body,that's who. Just that schizzed-out redheaded turlough who spent a lot of +his time talking to a shot glass...... + + Worry no more--enter peri! And, rassilon on a stick,does she ever enter!! +All i can say is--20 years make an incerdible world of difference!! For the +first time (To my knowledge), the sacred interiors of the tardis have seen ---a +bikini! And omigawd,if it was filled any better by the incredibly stacked +essence of nicola bryant as perpugilliam brown,doctor who's status as a 'kiddie +show' in england would go up in flames faster than a propane barbecue. To put +it bluntly,my dear Jwhovians,these are the tits royale. T&a is again inherent +in the tardis,and on the grandest scale yet. The 10 minutes of footage of peri +in the process of being practically nude in 'planet of fire' blow away all of +leela's,shall we say,finest moments-combined. + + And now,perhaps the tamest doctor, davison,has regenerated into the 6th and +latest incarnation,colin baker. Who knows (No pun intended) how the doc- tor's +approach to timelord middle age will affect the increasingly lurid and wonderful +parade of female travelling companions? I certainly hope not badly. I +mean,let's face it,who-ers--really good episodes are hard to come by,and it sure +as e-space is nice to have someone absorb your interest,if on an, albeit,more +earthy level,while the story flows past you in a half-asleep haze... + + Is the sexing-up necessary? Is it a plus? Is it fun? You decide...I'm going +to go watch my tape of 'Planet of Fire'..........Oh,yeah,Peri! + +/////////////////////////////////////// +/Barney badass's b-files / +/ B-file#4: / +/ A couple of problems/ +/ 1/8/85 / +/////////////////////////////////////// + + More whofiles coming! + +Copywrong (C) Barney Badass/surfware +Call The Works BBS - 1600+ Textfiles! - [914]/238-8195 - 300/1200 - Always Open + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/tortures.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/tortures.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..35e61ad5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/tortures.txt @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +A Few Cruel and Unusual Tortures That Women Perpetrate on Men + + + 1. Telling you you have a nicely SHAPED penis but never mentioning its size. + + 2. Not saying what is bothering her and answering all inquiries with "if you + don't know you will never understand." + + 3. Deciding to explain what is bugging her at three in the morning. + + 4. Correcting you, in public, on the actual size of the fish you caught in + Colorado. + + 5. Lording it over your sister from New Jersey. + + 6. Reminding you of her past lovers. + + 7. Reminding you of YOUR past lovers. + + 8. Insisting she will keep the baby if she is pregnant, even if she has to + raise it alone, and always on the first day her period is late. + + 9. Forgetting to bring her diaphragm for the weekend at the cabin. + +10. Describing in minute detail her visit to the gynecologist. + +11. Suddenly turning vegetarian on you. + +12. Hassling you when you get drunk. + +13. Hassling you when SHE gets drunk. + +14. Wearing your favourite dress (the low-cut one) when she has drinks with + "just an old friend." + +15. Playing Joni Mitchell records while you are trying to get over a hangover. + +16. Vacuuming while you are trying to get over a hangover. + +17. Calling her mother and explaining her side of the story after you've had a + fight. + +18. Calling YOUR mother and explaining her side of the story after you've had + a fight. + +19. Packing high heels on a camping trip. + +20. Cutting your hair herself and telling you it looks really good. + +21. Making you carry all her junk in your pockets when you go to a party. + +22. Insisting you go see Vanessa Redgrave movies when you're in the mood for + Arnold Schwarzeneggar. + +23. Telling you the next morning that she didn't really have an orgasm the + night before. + +24. Refusing to kiss you at home, INSISTING on kissing you while you are + talking to the most beautiful woman at the party. + +25. Lining the birdcage with the sports page. + +26. Shaving her legs with your razor. + +27. Wanting to play on your softball team. + +28. Finding out from the jeweller how much her engagement ring cost. + +29. Calling you at work in the middle of a dressing-down by your boss to ask + whether you think her bridesmaids would look better in mauve or fuchsia. + +30. Wanting you to flirt with her mother. + +31. Flirting with your father, then calling you a bum. + +32. Putting you on a diet. + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. ALL-TEXT BBS SYSTEMS. + + Full access for first-time callers. We don't want to know who you are, + where you live, or what your phone number is. We are not Big Brother. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/toughluv.hum b/textfiles.com/sex/toughluv.hum new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b12f7c91 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/toughluv.hum @@ -0,0 +1,253 @@ + +ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» +º º +º TOUGH LOVE FOR SINGLES º +º By Dr. James Dobson º +º Copyright (C) 1986, Focus on the Family º +º Typed by Servant, 3/06/87. Used without permission. º +º º +ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ + +[I this seems like it was originally written for people of marrying age, but I +think you'll find it relevant even if you are High School age or younger, +because dating and relationships are a hot subject for every age group. +Standard request: This has taken one heck of a long time to type, so please do +not change or delete anything. Thank you for being considerate. -Servant-] + +INTRODUCTION + +Some marriage-minded singles will try anything to snare a spouse. Groveling +for the affection of reluctant sweethearts, such suitors refuse to take "no" +for an answer. Their persistence may not be a sign of undying devotion; rather +it may reveal inhibiting insecurity or low self-esteem. + +On the following pages, Dr. James Dobson offers 16 suggestions to help singles +build satisfying romances based on self-confidence and mutual respect. In +addition, he stresses that "a bad marriage is far worse than the most lonely +instance of singleness." + +This booklet [that is, textfile] is excerpted from Dr. Dobson's book LOVE MUST +BE TOUGH (Copyright (C) 1983 by Word, Inc.), and is [was] used by permission. + +TOUGH LOVE FOR SINGLES + +The idea of "loving toughness" is of great relevance to single adults, +especially those who desire to be married. Some individuals become so highly +motivated to find a mate that they begin to violate the laws of freedom and +respect in romantic relationships. That is like turning a fire hose on a +flickering flame. All that remains is black smoke and ashes. + +I heard of one young man who was determined to win the affection of a girl who +refused to even see him. He decided that the way to her heart was through the +mail, so he began writing her a love letter every day. When she did not +respond, he increased his output to three notes every 24 hours. In all, he +wrote her more than 700 letters -- and she married the postman. + +That is the way the system works. Romantic love is one of those rare human +endeavors that succeeds best when it requires the least effort. Those who work +the hardest at it are the most likely to fail. And speaking of people who try +harder, no one beats a determined young man named Keith Ruff, whose story was +told in the Los Angeles Times, Feb. 21, 1982. The headline read: + +"MAN SPENDS $20,000 TRYING TO WIN HAND OF GIRL WHO CAN SAY NO." + +A love struck man holed up in a $200-a-day Washington hotel has spent, at +latest estimate, close to $20,000 demonstrating that he won't take "no" for an +answer to his marriage proposal. + +On bended knee on Christmas Day, 35 year old Keith Ruff, once a stockbroker in +Beverly Hills, proposed marriage to 20 year old Karine Bolstein, a cocktail +waitress at a Washington restaurant. He met her in a shoe store last summer. +The pair had gone out a few times over a two month period before the proposal. + +To his proposal, she looked down and said "No." + +Since then, Ruff has remained in Washington and demonstrated his that she +reconsider by sending her everything but a partridge in a pear tree. + +That may be next. + +He is, he thinks, "close to spending all of my money. I'm not an Arab sheik." + +The tokens of his affection include a Learjet, placed on standby at the +airport, "in case she wanted to ride around"; between 3,000 and 5,000 flowers; +a limousine equipped with a bar and television, parked outsider her door; a +gold ring; $200 worth of champagne; catered lobster dinners; musicians to +serenade her; a clown to amuse her younger brother; a man dressed as Prince +Charming bearing a glass slipper; cookies, candy, and perfume; and sandwich +sign wearers walking around her home and the restaurant where Bolstein works, +conveying the message "Mr Dennis Keith Ruff LOVES Ms. Karine Bolstein." + +Ruff gave her father a basket of nuts and $300 worth of cigars "to pass out to +his friends at the Labor Department. It may sound goofy, but I like him." + +He also had flowers delivered to his beloved's mother, who works at the French +Embassy. "I don't think her mother likes me. She called the police, but I'll +keep sending gifts to her also. How could anyone be so mad?" + +Ruff says he has not worked in some time, describing himself as being of +independent means. He said he will spend his last dime and will beg for money +if he has to, that he will "keep on trying for 10 years, 20 years. I'll ask +her to marry me 50,000 times. It doesn't matter how many times she says no. I +will do everything in my power that's not absurd or against a reasonable law. +I wouldn't stop if she became a nun. I've never felt this way before!" + +Bolstein, meanwhile, said she is flattered, but too young to get married. She +also said the house looks like a funeral parlor. + +Ruff said, "I don't want to force her to love me, but I can't stop." + +Ruff said he spends a lot of time in his hotel room planning what to do next +and occasionally crying. He said Bolstein called him once. "But I hung up on +her. I didn't like what she said." + +Reality to me is disturbing," he said. "I'd rather close my eyes and see her +face. I'm living with hope. And some very big bills." + +There are several things ol' Ruff needs to know about women, assuming Miss +Bolstein hasn't gotten the message across by now. He could cry in his hotel +room for the next 50 years without generating the least bit of sympathy from +her. Very few women are attracted to sniveling men who make donkeys of +themselves in view of the whole world. Who wants to marry an unambitious +weirdo who grovels in the dirt like a whipped puppy? Good-bye, romance! +Hello, poorhouse. + +On a much smaller scale, of course, the same mistake is made by singles in +other places. They reveal their hopes and dreams too early in the game and +scare the socks off potential lovers. Divorcees often fall into this trap -- +especially single women who need a man to support them and their children. +Male candidates for that assignment are rarities and are sometimes recruited +like All-American athletes. I've seen no better illustration than the +following item, also appearing in the Los Angeles Times. It was submitted to +Virginia Klein for use in her column "Living With Divorce": + +Q.: I am a recently divorced, professional man with an unusual problem. I +hope you can help me. A woman I dated once called me before I even had a +chance to make a second date with her and wanted to know why I hadn't called +her again. After our second date she began to call almost daily with offers +for dinner, something funny she'd read and thought I'd enjoy, etc. The crazy +part is that this same routine has just started with another woman I'm just +beginning to ask out. If such behavior is typical, maybe I should have stayed +married! How do I extricate myself from this frenzied dating and have a nice, +quiet social life? + +Isn't it obvious what is occurring here? The women being dated by this +"professional man" are chasing him around like a hound after a rabbit. And +predictably, his natural impulse is to run. If they are interested in pulling +him toward them, they simply must not invade his territory. Instead, they +should maintain a sense of decorum in their responses to him. + +TIPS FOR LOVING TOUGH + +Let me be very specific with those of you who are single but wish not to be. +(No insult is intended to those who are single by design and wish to remain +unmarried. That is a legitimate choice that should be respected by friends +and family alike.) I have listed 16 suggestions that will help you conform to +the principles of loving toughness in matters of the heart. + +1. DON'T LET THE RELATIONSHIP MOVE TOO FAST IN ITS INFANCY. The phrase "too +hot not to cool down" has validity. Take it one step at a time. + +2. DON'T DISCUSS YOUR PERSONAL INADEQUACIES AND FLAWS in great detail when +the relationship is new. No matter how warm and accepting your friend may be, +any great revelation of low self-esteem or embarrassing weaknesses can be +fatal when interpersonal "valleys" occur. And they will occur. + +3. REMEMBER THAT RESPECT PRECEDES LOVE. Build it stone upon stone. + +4. DON'T CALL TOO OFTEN ON THE PHONE or give the other person an opportunity +to get tired of you. + +5. DON'T BE TOO QUICK TO REVEAL YOUR DESIRE TO GET MARRIED [or desire for a +long term affair for you High Schoolers] -- or that you think you've just +found Mr. Wonderful or Miss Marvelous. If your partner has not arrived at the +same conclusion, you'll throw him or her into panic. + +6. MOST IMPORTANT: RELATIONSHIPS ARE CONSTANTLY BEING "TESTED" by cautious +lovers who like to nibble at the bait before swallowing the hook. This +testing usually involves pulling backward from the other person to see what +will happen. Perhaps a foolish fight is initiated. Maybe two weeks will pass +without a phone call. Or sometimes flirtation occurs with a rival. In each +instance, the question being asked is, "How important am I to you and what +would you do if you lost me?" An even more basic issue lies below that one. +It wants to know, "How free am I to leave if I want to?" It is incredibly +important in these instances to appear poised, secure and equally independent. +Do not grasp the other person and beg for mercy. Some people remain single +throughout life because they cannot resist the temptation to grovel when the +test occurs. + +7. EXTENDING THE SAME CONCEPT, keep in mind that virtually every dating +relationship that continues for a year or more and seems to be moving toward +marriage will be given the ultimate test. A breakup will occur, motivated by +one of the lovers. The rejected individual should know that their future +together depends on the skill with which he/she handles that crisis. If the +hurting individual can remain calm, the next two steps may be reconciliation +and marriage. If not, then no amount of pleading will change anything. + +8. DO NOT EXPECT ANYONE TO MEET ALL YOUR EMOTIONAL NEEDS. Maintain interests +and activities outside the romantic relationship, even after marriage. + +9. GUARD AGAINST SELFISHNESS IN YOU LOVE AFFAIR. Neither the man nor the +woman should do all the giving. I once broke up with a girl because she let +me take her to nice places, bring her flowers, buy her lunch, etc. I wanted +to do these things, but expected her to reciprocate in some way. She didn't. + +10. BEWARE OF BLINDNESS TO OBVIOUS WARNING SIGNS that tell you that your +potential husband or wife is basically disloyal, hateful, spiritually +uncommitted hooked on drugs or alcohol, given to selfishness, etc. BELIEVE +ME, A BAD MARRIAGE IS FAR WORSE THAN THE MOST LONELY INSTANCE OF SINGLENESS. + +11. DON'T MARRY THE PERSON YOU THINK YOU CAN LIVE WITH; marry only the +individual you can't live without. + +12. BE CAREFUL TO DEFEND THE "LINE OF RESPECT" even during a dating +relationship. A man should open doors for a woman on a formal evening. A +woman should speak respectfully of her escort when in public, etc. If you +don't preserve this delicate line when the foundations of marriage are being +laid, it will be virtually impossible to construct them later. + +13. DO NOT EQUATE HUMAN WORTH WITH FLAWLESS BEAUTY OR HANDSOMENESS! If you +require physical perfection in your mate, he or she may make the same demands +of you. Don't let love escape you because of the false values of your +culture. In the same vein, be careful not to compare yourself with others -- +which is the root of all inferiority. + +14. IF GENUINE LOVE HAS ESCAPED YOU THUS FAR, DON'T BEGIN BELIEVING "NO ONE +WOULD EVER WANT ME." That is a deadly trap that can destroy you emotionally! +Millions of people are looking for someone to love. The problem is finding +one another! + +15. REGARDLESS OF HOW BRILLIANT THE LOVE AFFAIR HAS BEEN, TAKE TIME TO "CHECK +YOUR ASSUMPTIONS" with your partner before committing yourself to marriage. +It is surprising how often man and women plunge into matrimony without ever +becoming aware of major differences in expectation between them. For example: +a. Do you want to have children? How many? +b. Where will you live? +c. Will the wife work? How soon? How about after the children are born? +d. Who will lead in the relationship? What does that really mean? +e. How will you relate to your in-laws? +f. How will the money be spent? +g. Will you attend church? Which one? +These and other "assumptions" should be discussed item by item, perhaps with +the help of a premarital counselor. Many future struggles can be avoided by +coming to terms with potential areas of disagreement. If the differences are +great enough, it is even possible that the marriage should never occur. + +16. FINALLY, SEXUAL FAMILIARITY CAN BE DEADLY TO A RELATIONSHIP. In addition +to the many moral, spiritual, and physical reasons for abstaining from sexual +relations until marriage, there are numerous psychological and interpersonal +advantages to the exercise of self-control and discipline. Though it's an +old-fashioned notion, perhaps, it is still true that men do not respect "easy" +women and often become bored with those who have held nothing in reserve. +Likewise, women often disrespect men who have only one thing on their minds. +Both sexes need to remember how to use a very ancient word. Its pronounced +"No!" + +These 16 suggestions are not guaranteed to win the hand of a lover, of course, +but they will certainly beat the approach of Mr. Keith Ruff. And you'll save +$20,000 in the process! + +[Okay, so maybe it is more aimed at post High School aged people. I still +think these concepts are very helpful for HS'ers attempting to have a serious +relationship with a girl or guy.... -Servant-] + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/tracilords.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/tracilords.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c01a4a92 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/tracilords.txt @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +This is a complete list of all of Traci's adult films. It only includes +movies that she had a new scene in, no compilation tapes. And no i do +not have any of these films for sale. They are not legal in the U.S. +This list +was compiled with help from the book Traci Lords A Perspective by Paul +Hugli. If you need to know who appeared in these movies with Traci, +Running Time, company who released it, Etc. feel free to e-mail me for +that info. Ok here we go: + +Adventure Of Traci Dick: The Case Of The Missing Stiff +Anouther Roll In The Hay +Aroused +Bad Girls 3 +Battle Of The Sex Stars: Round One (Traci Lords -VS- Christy +Canyon)Note: +This had a write in vote from diffrent adult magazines. Traci won +217-216 +Beverly Hills Copulator +Black Throat +Breaking It: A Story About Virgins +County Girls +Deep Inside Traci +Dirty Pictures +Dream Lover +Educating Mandy +Embassy Girls +Erotic Gold Volume One +Erotic Zone Volume One +Foxy Boxing +Future Voyeur +Grafenberg Spot +Harlequin Affair +Holly Does Hollywood +Hollywood Heartbreakers +It's My Body +Jean Geni +Just Anouther Pretty Face +Kinky Business +Ladies In Lace +Love Bites +Lust In The Fast Lane +Marilyn Chambers Private Fantasies V +Marilyn Chambers Private Fantasies VI +Miss Passion +New Wave Hookers +Night Of Loving Dangerously +One Hot Night Of Passion +Open Up, Traci +Passion Pit +Peek-A-Boo Gang +Perfect Fit +Physical II +Pleasure Party +Pony Girls Volume One +Pony Girls Volume Two +Portrait Of Lust +Red Hot Rock (Topless Music Videos) +Reincarnation Of Don Juan +Screamers (Never Released) +Sex Fifth Ave. +Sex Goddess, The +Sex Shoot +Sex Waves +Sister Dearest +Sizzling Suburbia +Suzie Superstar II +Swedish Erotica Volume 56,57,60,61,62 and 99 (61&62 are not confirmed) +Sweet Little Things +Tailhouse Rock +Talk Dirty To Me III +Those Young Girls +Traci, I Love You +Traci Lords +Traci Lords Fantasies +Traci Takes Tokyo +Traci In Heaven +Two-Timing Traci +We Love To Tease +What Gets Me Hot +Wild Things +Young And Restless II + +Hope You Enjoy The List! + +Bria \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/trojan.asc b/textfiles.com/sex/trojan.asc new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b3bce2d5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/trojan.asc @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ + + from a letter uploaded from a "friend" + + TROJAN CONDOM COMPANY + 6969 SLIPPERY ROOT DR. + DROPTROUSER, NC 22269 + + Dear Jerry, + + We regret to inform you that we have rejected your recent + application to model and represent our product, Trojan Condoms. + Although your general physical appearance is not displeasing, our + Board of Directors feels that your wearing of our product does not + portray a positive, romantic image for our product. + + A loose, baggy and wrinkled condom is NOT considered + romantic. We did admire your efforts to firm it up by using Poly- + Grip, but even then it slipped off before we could get the + photographs taken. + + We would like to note however, that we have never seen a + penis that looked like a bicycle grip until now. + + We appreciate your interest and thank you for your time. We + will retain your application for future consideration, if by + chance we decide that there is a market for Micro-Mini Condoms. + + We send greetings and our deepest sympathy to your wife + and/or girlfriend. + + Yours very truly, + Burly Dick, + President Trojan + + + Condom CompanyBD/peeP.S. + + Remember our slogan: Cover your stump before your hump- + Don't be silly protect your willy- + Before you attack her, wrap your whacker- + If you're not going to sack it, go home and + whack it!!! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/unisex.test b/textfiles.com/sex/unisex.test new file mode 100644 index 00000000..94a696b1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/unisex.test @@ -0,0 +1,247 @@ + The Unisex Experience Test + +Score one point for each NO. In this section, 'someone' means a + member of the opposite sex. + + 1. Been sexually aroused? + 2. Had an arousing dream? + 3. Had an orgasm? + 4. Kissed someone? (French kissed) + 5. Kissed someone other than on the lips? + 6. Slept with someone (just slept)? + 7. Had a date past 4:00 AM? + 8. Had a date Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of the same weekend? + 9. Kissed someone while you were in the horizontal position? + 10. Kissed someone on the first date? + 11. Ear Frenched (or by) someone? + 12. Necked continuously for more than 15 minutes? + 13. Necked continuously for more than 2 hours? + 14. Petted below the shoulders? + 15. Slow danced with someone? + 16. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? + 17. Exaggerated about your sexual experience? + 18. Gone out with only one person for a while? + 19. Gone swimming with someone in the nude? + 20. Bathed or showered with someone? + 21. Stuffed a bra or pants? + 22. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? +;;; BEEN ON EITHER END OF THE FOLLOWING FIVE ITEMS: + 23. Fondling a woman's covered breast? + 24. Fondling a woman's bare breast? + 25. Fondling the bare breast of a woman who was picked up? + 26. Sucking a woman's nipple? + 27. Pinching or patting the buttocks of a member of the opposite sex? +;;;; (CONTINUE NORMALLY:) + 28. Fondled someone's covered genitals? + 29. Had your covered genitals fondled? + 30. Fondled someone's covered genitals on the first date? + 31. Had your covered genitals fondled on the first date? + 32. Fondled someone's bare genitals? + 33. Had your bare genitals fondled? + 34. Fondled someone's bare genitals on the first date? + 35. Had your bare genitals fondled on the first date? + 36. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? + 37. Gone through the motions of sex with clothes on on the first date? + 38. Seen someone completely nude? + 39. Been seen completely nude by someone? + 40. Been with someone with both of you completely nude? + 41. Told someone you loved them when you knew that you didn't? + 42. Had two dates with two different people on the same night? + 43. Gone steady with more than one person at the same time? + 44. Done the above without them knowing about each other? + 45. Told or listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + 46. Read pornographic literature? + 47. Bought pornographic literature? + 48. Bought sexual objects (like from a sex shop or mail order)? + 49. Seen a pornographic movie? + 50. Seen a burlesque show? + 51. Masturbated? + 52. Masturbated with any foreign object? + 53. Masturbated somewhere where someone could have discovered you? + 54. Masturbated while someone was watching? + 55. Masturbated at least once a week for more than three months? + 56. Masturbated at least once a day for more than one month? + 57. Discussed masturbation? + 58. Discussed masturbation with a member of the opposite sex? +;;;; DRUGS, ETC. + 59. Been arrested? + 60. Committed any felony not listed on this test? + 61. Been convicted of a felony? + 62. Smoked a cigarette, cigar, or pipe? + 63. Smoked or eaten marijuana? + 64. Had an alcoholic drink? + 65. Been intoxicated? + 66. Vomited due to excessive alcohol? + 67. Passed out due to excessive alcohol? + 68. Completely forgotten what happened while you were very drunk? + 69. Bought any illegal drugs? + 70. Sold any illegal drugs? + 71. Taken stimulants (other than caffine)? + 72. Taken depressants or pain-killers (Valium, Darvon, Phenobarb)? + 73. Inhaled nitrous oxide? + 74. Sniffed glue, or anything containing amyl or butyl nitrate? + 75. Used any opiate in any form? + 76. Used cocaine? + 77. Injected any drug into your veins? + 78. Taken PCP (angel dust)? + 79. Done any of the above four items more than once? + 80. Tripped (taken LSD or Psilocybin or Peyote)? + 81. Tripped more than once? + 82. Tripped more than five times? + 83. Tripped more than ten times? + 84. Had sex while tripping? +;;;;; SERIOUS SEX: + 85. Been propositioned by someone? + 86. Propositioned someone? + 87. Given a back-rub with ulterior motives? + 88. Fondled someone who was asleep? + 89. Attempted to seduce someone? + 90. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? + 91. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? + 92. Performed oral sex on someone? + 93. Had oral sex performed on you? + 94. Done both simultaneously (69)? + 95. Performed mutual masturbation? + 96. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? + 97. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? + 98. Had sexual intercourse? + 99. Had sex without any form of birth control? + 100. Had sex with a virgin? + 101. Had sex with more than one virgin? + 102. Had sex in a room other than a bedroom? + 103. Had sex on a floor? + 104. Had sex in a car? + 105. Had sex dog fashion? (From behind) + 106. Had sex on both top and bottom? + 107. Had sex sitting up? + 108. Had anal sex? + 109. Had sex in any position other than those mentioned? + 110. Had sex on the first date? + 111. Had sex with more than one person? + 112. Had sex with more than five people? + 113. Had sex with more than ten people? + 114. Had sex more than ten times with one person? + 115. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? + 116. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 117. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 118. Had sex with someone a different race? + 119. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? + 120. Had sex while someone was watching? + 121. Had sex out of doors? + 122. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? + 123. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? + 124. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? + 125. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? + 126. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? + 127. Had sex with someone who had been married? + 128. Been in a menage a trois? (Two on one) + 129. Been or caused someone to be pregnant? + 130. Had or caused someone to have an abortion? + 131. Had or caused someone to have an illegitimate child? + 132. Had venereal disease? + 133. Had venereal disease more than once? + 134. Transmitted venereal disease to someone? + 135. Participated in a gang bang? + 136. Been involved in the committing statutory rape? + 137. Willingly committed incest? + 138. Been involved in the committing of adultery? + 139. Exposed yourself in public? +;;; HOMOSEXUAL: +;;; (This is a rather long section. Everything in this +;;; section is to be interpreted for homosexuality. This section +;;; continues until SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS. In here, SOMEONE means +;;; a member of your own sex) + 140. Kissed someone? (French kissed) + 141. Kissed someone other than on the lips? + 142. Fondled someone's covered genitals? + 143. Had your covered genitals fondled? + 144. Fondled someone's bare genitals? + 145. Had your bare genitals fondled? + 146. Held hands or otherwise displayed affection in public? + 147. Been propositioned by someone? + 148. Propositioned someone? + 149. Fondled someone who was asleep? + 150. Attempted to seduce someone? + 151. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? + 152. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? + 153. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? + 154. Performed oral sex on someone? + 155. Had oral sex performed on you? + 156. Done both simultaneously (69)? + 157. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? + 158. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? + 159. Imitated the motions of sexual intercourse? + (crotch to crotch or anal sex) +;;; Definition: For this section, SEX means any of the following +;;; Oral sex (either way), mutual masturbation, anal sex, +;;; crotch-to-crotch grinding, tongue-bathing. + 160. Had sex with more than one person? + 161. Had sex with more than five people? + 162. Had sex with more than ten people? + 163. Had sex more than ten times with one person? + 164. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? + 165. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 166. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 167. Had sex with both sexes within twenty-four hours? + 168. Been decidedly bisexual for a period of time? + 169. Considered never being heterosexual again? + 170. Had sex with someone a different race? + 171. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? + 172. Had sex while someone was watching? + 173. Had sex out of doors? + 174. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? + 175. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? + 176. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? + 177. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? + 178. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? + 179. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? + 180. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? +;;; SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS: +;;; (If it isn't on here, subtract about ten points!) + 181. Used food for masturbating with (alone counts also)? + 182. Eaten it afterward? + 183. Used a feather? + 184. Used a nylon stocking, or something like (like for a rope-trick)? + 185. Used a basket? + 186. Worn a grope suit? + 187. Used tacks and/or salt? + 188. Used ropes or chains for bondage? + 189. Used a whip or something similar for pain? + 190. Fist-fucked? + 191. Performed oral sex after intercourse (without washing)? + 192. Inflicted pain or had pain inflicted during sex? + 193. Drawn blood or had blood drawn by biting? + 194. Been involved in cunnilingus during a woman's period? + 195. Licked someone's anus? + 196. Licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + 197. Swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretion? + 198. Drank someone else's (or your own) urine? + 199. Drank blood? + 200. Drank nasal mucous? + 201. Kissed your partner after oral sex? + 202. Put your hand in your mouth after masturbating? + 203. Had oral sex in a moving car? + 204. Had intercourse in a moving car? + 205. Licked your partner's feet, or had your feet licked? + 206. Been involved in oxygen-deprivation for sexual enhancement? + (This includes strangulation or covering face with pillow.) + 207. Put any kind of food on yours or your partners body and ate it? + 208. Had sex with an animal? + 209. Had sex with an animal more than once? + 210. Had sex with more than one kind of animal? + 211. Performed oral sex on an animal? + 212. Had sex with a small animal (dog, cat, chicken, duck, etc.)? + 213. Played piano (or some other instrument), hacked computers, + watched TV, or something along these lines while having sex? + 214. Made tapes of yourself having sex? + 215. Been involved in nude picture-taking? + 216. Been involved in group sex (four or more)? + 217. Been involved in bisexual group sex? + 218. Made intimate contact with two or more people at the same time? + 219. Been in a group of more than ten people having sex? + 220. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at different times)? + 221. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at the same time)? + 222. Had sex while skydiving? + 223. Had sex on a commercial airline? + 224. Done anything so extreme that it wasn't on here? + 225. Done more than one such thing? diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/unisex_t.est b/textfiles.com/sex/unisex_t.est new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a3b6eb67 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/unisex_t.est @@ -0,0 +1,248 @@ + The Unisex Experience Test + +Score one point for each NO. In this section, 'someone' means a + member of the opposite sex. + + 1. Been sexually aroused? + 2. Had an arousing dream? + 3. Had an orgasm? + 4. Kissed someone? (French kissed) + 5. Kissed someone other than on the lips? + 6. Slept with someone (just slept)? + 7. Had a date past 4:00 AM? + 8. Had a date Friday, Saturday, and Sunday of the same weekend? + 9. Kissed someone while you were in the horizontal position? + 10. Kissed someone on the first date? + 11. Ear Frenched (or by) someone? + 12. Necked continuously for more than 15 minutes? + 13. Necked continuously for more than 2 hours? + 14. Petted below the shoulders? + 15. Slow danced with someone? + 16. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? + 17. Exaggerated about your sexual experience? + 18. Gone out with only one person for a while? + 19. Gone swimming with someone in the nude? + 20. Bathed or showered with someone? + 21. Stuffed a bra or pants? + 22. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? +;;; BEEN ON EITHER END OF THE FOLLOWING FIVE ITEMS: + 23. Fondling a woman's covered breast? + 24. Fondling a woman's bare breast? + 25. Fondling the bare breast of a woman who was picked up? + 26. Sucking a woman's nipple? + 27. Pinching or patting the buttocks of a member of the opposite sex? +;;;; (CONTINUE NORMALLY:) + 28. Fondled someone's covered genitals? + 29. Had your covered genitals fondled? + 30. Fondled someone's covered genitals on the first date? + 31. Had your covered genitals fondled on the first date? + 32. Fondled someone's bare genitals? + 33. Had your bare genitals fondled? + 34. Fondled someone's bare genitals on the first date? + 35. Had your bare genitals fondled on the first date? + 36. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? + 37. Gone through the motions of sex with clothes on on the first date? + 38. Seen someone completely nude? + 39. Been seen completely nude by someone? + 40. Been with someone with both of you completely nude? + 41. Told someone you loved them when you knew that you didn't? + 42. Had two dates with two different people on the same night? + 43. Gone steady with more than one person at the same time? + 44. Done the above without them knowing about each other? + 45. Told or listened to dirty jokes in mixed company? + 46. Read pornographic literature? + 47. Bought pornographic literature? + 48. Bought sexual objects (like from a sex shop or mail order)? + 49. Seen a pornographic movie? + 50. Seen a burlesque show? + 51. Masturbated? + 52. Masturbated with any foreign object? + 53. Masturbated somewhere where someone could have discovered you? + 54. Masturbated while someone was watching? + 55. Masturbated at least once a week for more than three months? + 56. Masturbated at least once a day for more than one month? + 57. Discussed masturbation? + 58. Discussed masturbation with a member of the opposite sex? +;;;; DRUGS, ETC. + 59. Been arrested? + 60. Committed any felony not listed on this test? + 61. Been convicted of a felony? + 62. Smoked a cigarette, cigar, or pipe? + 63. Smoked or eaten marijuana? + 64. Had an alcoholic drink? + 65. Been intoxicated? + 66. Vomited due to excessive alcohol? + 67. Passed out due to excessive alcohol? + 68. Completely forgotten what happened while you were very drunk? + 69. Bought any illegal drugs? + 70. Sold any illegal drugs? + 71. Taken stimulants (other than caffine)? + 72. Taken depressants or pain-killers (Valium, Darvon, Phenobarb)? + 73. Inhaled nitrous oxide? + 74. Sniffed glue, or anything containing amyl or butyl nitrate? + 75. Used any opiate in any form? + 76. Used cocaine? + 77. Injected any drug into your veins? + 78. Taken PCP (angel dust)? + 79. Done any of the above four items more than once? + 80. Tripped (taken LSD or Psilocybin or Peyote)? + 81. Tripped more than once? + 82. Tripped more than five times? + 83. Tripped more than ten times? + 84. Had sex while tripping? +;;;;; SERIOUS SEX: + 85. Been propositioned by someone? + 86. Propositioned someone? + 87. Given a back-rub with ulterior motives? + 88. Fondled someone who was asleep? + 89. Attempted to seduce someone? + 90. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? + 91. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? + 92. Performed oral sex on someone? + 93. Had oral sex performed on you? + 94. Done both simultaneously (69)? + 95. Performed mutual masturbation? + 96. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? + 97. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? + 98. Had sexual intercourse? + 99. Had sex without any form of birth control? + 100. Had sex with a virgin? + 101. Had sex with more than one virgin? + 102. Had sex in a room other than a bedroom? + 103. Had sex on a floor? + 104. Had sex in a car? + 105. Had sex dog fashion? (From behind) + 106. Had sex on both top and bottom? + 107. Had sex sitting up? + 108. Had anal sex? + 109. Had sex in any position other than those mentioned? + 110. Had sex on the first date? + 111. Had sex with more than one person? + 112. Had sex with more than five people? + 113. Had sex with more than ten people? + 114. Had sex more than ten times with one person? + 115. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? + 116. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 117. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 118. Had sex with someone a different race? + 119. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? + 120. Had sex while someone was watching? + 121. Had sex out of doors? + 122. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? + 123. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? + 124. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? + 125. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? + 126. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? + 127. Had sex with someone who had been married? + 128. Been in a menage a trois? (Two on one) + 129. Been or caused someone to be pregnant? + 130. Had or caused someone to have an abortion? + 131. Had or caused someone to have an illegitimate child? + 132. Had venereal disease? + 133. Had venereal disease more than once? + 134. Transmitted venereal disease to someone? + 135. Participated in a gang bang? + 136. Been involved in the committing statutory rape? + 137. Willingly committed incest? + 138. Been involved in the committing of adultery? + 139. Exposed yourself in public? +;;; HOMOSEXUAL: +;;; (This is a rather long section. Everything in this +;;; section is to be interpreted for homosexuality. This section +;;; continues until SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS. In here, SOMEONE means +;;; a member of your own sex) + 140. Kissed someone? (French kissed) + 141. Kissed someone other than on the lips? + 142. Fondled someone's covered genitals? + 143. Had your covered genitals fondled? + 144. Fondled someone's bare genitals? + 145. Had your bare genitals fondled? + 146. Held hands or otherwise displayed affection in public? + 147. Been propositioned by someone? + 148. Propositioned someone? + 149. Fondled someone who was asleep? + 150. Attempted to seduce someone? + 151. Lied to someone in order to seduce them? + 152. Been on either end of an attempted (or successful) rape? + 153. Had you or your partner have an orgasm while petting? + 154. Performed oral sex on someone? + 155. Had oral sex performed on you? + 156. Done both simultaneously (69)? + 157. Maneuvered someone into bed with you somewhat against their will? + 158. Successfully used any drug to lower someone's inhibition? + 159. Imitated the motions of sexual intercourse? + (crotch to crotch or anal sex) +;;; Definition: For this section, SEX means any of the following +;;; Oral sex (either way), mutual masturbation, anal sex, +;;; crotch-to-crotch grinding, tongue-bathing. + 160. Had sex with more than one person? + 161. Had sex with more than five people? + 162. Had sex with more than ten people? + 163. Had sex more than ten times with one person? + 164. Had sex more than once in the same twenty-four hour period? + 165. Had sex more than three times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 166. Had sex more than five times in the same twenty-four hour period? + 167. Had sex with both sexes within twenty-four hours? + 168. Been decidedly bisexual for a period of time? + 169. Considered never being heterosexual again? + 170. Had sex with someone a different race? + 171. Had sex with more than one person within twenty-four hours? + 172. Had sex while someone was watching? + 173. Had sex out of doors? + 174. Had sex in a place where you could be discovered? + 175. Had sex for money, or paid for sex yourself? + 176. Had sex for some other favor, or given some favor for sex? + 177. Had sex with someone more than 5 years older or younger than you? + 178. Had sex with someone more than 10 years older or younger than you? + 179. Picked someone up, or let someone pick you up? + 180. Gone through the motions of sexual intercourse with clothes on? +;;; SERIOUSLY KINKY THINGS: +;;; (If it isn't on here, subtract about ten points!) + 181. Used food for masturbating with (alone counts also)? + 182. Eaten it afterward? + 183. Used a feather? + 184. Used a nylon stocking, or something like (like for a rope-trick)? + 185. Used a basket? + 186. Worn a grope suit? + 187. Used tacks and/or salt? + 188. Used ropes or chains for bondage? + 189. Used a whip or something similar for pain? + 190. Fist-fucked? + 191. Performed oral sex after intercourse (without washing)? + 192. Inflicted pain or had pain inflicted during sex? + 193. Drawn blood or had blood drawn by biting? + 194. Been involved in cunnilingus during a woman's period? + 195. Licked someone's anus? + 196. Licked someone's anus while they were defecating? + 197. Swallowed your partner's orgasmic secretion? + 198. Drank someone else's (or your own) urine? + 199. Drank blood? + 200. Drank nasal mucous? + 201. Kissed your partner after oral sex? + 202. Put your hand in your mouth after masturbating? + 203. Had oral sex in a moving car? + 204. Had intercourse in a moving car? + 205. Licked your partner's feet, or had your feet licked? + 206. Been involved in oxygen-deprivation for sexual enhancement? + (This includes strangulation or covering face with pillow.) + 207. Put any kind of food on yours or your partners body and ate it? + 208. Had sex with an animal? + 209. Had sex with an animal more than once? + 210. Had sex with more than one kind of animal? + 211. Performed oral sex on an animal? + 212. Had sex with a small animal (dog, cat, chicken, duck, etc.)? + 213. Played piano (or some other instrument), hacked computers, + watched TV, or something along these lines while having sex? + 214. Made tapes of yourself having sex? + 215. Been involved in nude picture-taking? + 216. Been involved in group sex (four or more)? + 217. Been involved in bisexual group sex? + 218. Made intimate contact with two or more people at the same time? + 219. Been in a group of more than ten people having sex? + 220. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at different times)? + 221. Had sex with both a girl and her mother (at the same time)? + 222. Had sex while skydiving? + 223. Had sex on a commercial airline? + 224. Done anything so extreme that it wasn't on here? + 225. Done more than one such thing? + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/vibrafaq.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/vibrafaq.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6e2ff7de --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/vibrafaq.txt @@ -0,0 +1,303 @@ +The subject at hand (ho ho) is vibrators. Enough people have asked +me about them that I figure I should do a review of 'em as I see 'em. +Actually, as we see 'em, since Omaha's reading this over my shoulder. + + That being the case, let us first discuss what we all think when +the word vibrator comes to mind. That is, a penis-shaped, battery- +powered shaft of plastic. My general recommendation on these is, don't +bother. Batteries do not have much power, die unexpectedly, and +besides, they're environmentally unsound. The general object of +vibration, from a woman's perspective, is that it is most effective +around or, when close to orgasm, directly on the clitoris. The phallic +shape is symbolic and amusing, but not functional, and it generally +limits the size of the motor. And, depending on where you shop, the +price could run from five to over forty bucks. + + This is NOT to say you should never buy one. An SM bottom who's +used to having his/her ass stuffed full of butt plug might be pleasantly +shocked from hir familiarity when the thing starts to hum. The same, I +imagine, is true of vaginal insertion. But in terms of vibration for +sexual satisfaction, they aren't terribly effective; more of a +distraction than anything else. + + The second type of vibrator is the 'wand' vibrator. These come +either as plug in or rechargable models. Major manufacturers of these +include Con-Air, Oster, Panasonic, Hitachi, and Sears, as well as lesser +known brands. Wall current and a functionally large base provide all +the power one could ever wish for; the one I purchased (Hitachi) was for +a young woman who, in my personal opinion, could have used one. Not +because I thought her SO was lacking (he's a handsome brute (sigh)) but +because I wanted to add something to their play. Omaha did get her to +admit that it worked as I intended, and both accepted it in the manner I +wanted. It's all in the way one gives them. + + The disadvantages to the wand are few. Generally, the buzzing of +head of these models is large; so much so that sometimes it's difficult +to aim it properly. In the case of the Panasonic variety, it is +impossible- the damned thing looks like it was designed specifically so +that it could NOT be used as a sex toy. The nickel-cadmium batteries in +the recharable models have the one major disadvantage of suddenly +cutting out and stopping, but this can be alleviated by conscientious +recharging and some models can be used while plugged in. + + In general, wand type vibrators are fine. Most have a high/low +speed setting. They run from about fifteen dollars to thirty, and most +will stand up to years of abuse. + + And finally, the third most common type is what I refer to as the +'handle' type. This consists of something that looks vaguely like a +small hairdryer with a small, perpendicular shaft out of the thicker +end, to which is attached a variety of heads. This is my preferred +vibrator (with exceptions... see below), and is the most common type +I've given away. The heads are generally of soft plastic or latex. +Among the collection there's usually a small semi-spherical nub or +'spot' head, intended (on the box of the Oster type) for 'tight +muscles.' Uh-huh. Sure it is. There's also usually a larger +semi-spherical head, and a flat, rounded head: both of these are useful +for more general therapeutic use. Made by Oster, Con-Air, all the +usual. I have yet to see one of these as a rechargable model. + + The advantages to these are simply legion- they're small, easy to +hold, come with a high/low setting, never die (unless someone pulls the +plug), and come with a lot of choices. All of them are quite quiet- +unless they've a glass to the door, nobody next door will know what +you're up to. About the only disadvantage I can think of is the +possible need to invest in an extension cord. The Con-Air unit's motor +sometimes heats up after extended use, and it usually becomes +uncomfortable to handle long before motor burn out. Before you +automatically exclude the Con-Air from you list though, the heat does +NOT run down the shaft to the nub, but becomes evident in the handle +first- Con-Air designed it at least that well- and of all the handle +type's I've purchased, it is the most powerful. The Sears model is the +weakest, and in cheap black and chrome, the ugliest, I've ever used. +The Oster is the one I usually buy. At $18.00, it has good power, is +very small and fits comfortably in one hand, and doesn't have severe +overheating problems. + + The 'handle' types are available in sex shops, but don't buy them +there. If you want something your mother won't worry about when she +comes to visit, you don't want one that says "DOC JOHNSON'S LOVE +MACHINE" on the side. Also, they're usually overpriced and, should one +ever break down, they don't come with warranties. Buy one at JC Penny, +Service Merchandise, Target, K-Mart, whatever. Usually they're near the +home appliances, like hairdryers, curlers and such. And for Goddess's +sake, don't be afraid to buy one. Sure, you know why you're buying, and +the guy behind the counter may suspect, but he don't know you from Adam, +and why should you give a damn anyway? (Of course, after number eleven, +the guy at Burdines (that's where I bought mine) said, "Who's this one +for?" I thought it was funny.) At fifteen to thirty dollars, they are +absolutely worth it. And how embarassing can something be that's made +by the same people who put together The Salad Shooter? + + Finally, in a similar but different vein, the Shower Massage. Do +not buy the Teledyne model if you can avoid it; it's far too large and +ungainly to handle comfortable. The model I have installed in my home +is by a company called Great Vibrations, out of California; I had to +order replacement parts by mail when Ames went out of business. They're +small, light, and it's easy to vary the pressure. And they're useful, +too. + + Shower massages are fun, but they have their problems. The hose +tends to be too short, unless you install it to operate from the bathtub +spout, for which there are adapters, but these usually involve taking a +wrench to some of the works. Hoses tend to die quickly, as well, and if +you use one, you may well have to replace the hose every other year or +so. Also, the pressure can be difficult to control, but there are +valves to help with that problem. The most common complaint is +splashback; being gently sprayed with a distracting mist while +masturbating. This can be especially annoying to SO's who aren't +distracted themselves by rising orgasm. + + But, if you like the warmth and fun of the shower and bathtub, I'd +recommend the Great Vibrations general-purpose shower massage. + + There are three specific models of vibrator I'd like to mention, +one in detail. That one is the ACCU-VIBE 6000 or 6001 models, a +two-speed wand-type vibrator available only through the Sharper Image. +At $90 to $100 (depending on whether or not you buy the plug-in or +rechargable model) they're pricey, but I bought one for Omaha, and it +was worth every last cent. A thick handle topped with an almost +mace-like head, it would seem to contradict my preference for 'handles.' +But the head has a soft, rounded 'point' at one end (almost like the +'spot' head that comes with 'handle' type), and the long wand/battery +housing provides her with ease-of-reach when it's used during man- +from-behind intercourse. The battery lasts 40 minutes, but for those 40 +minutes it's the most powerful hand-held vibrator I've ever had the +pleasure of handling. I've seen women scream and pray under its +influence. And it can be used plugged in if the session goes longer. +For the truly mischevious, I've seen places with appropriate adaptors so +it can be powered off of an automobile cigarette lighter. + + The second is the Sybian. I'm sure at least some of you have heard +about this monster. I cannot speak authoritatively about it, because at +$2155 it's a bit out of my price range. It was supposedly developed by +therapists specializing in helping inorgasmic women, and it's guaranteed +to work. Two .05 HP motors, the Sybian is a small, rounded bench with a +small phallus sticking up out of it that buzzes and vibrates. + + Since writing the original of this article, I've had a chance to +actually use a Sybian. The price has come down ($1400, or $1250 per if +you buy ten or more *gryn* ), but I still don't see the point. I think +the people who write the great reviews are trying to justify the +expense. + + The sybian *will* help a lot of women climax. On the other +hand, it won't help everyone. Omaha, for example, liked it, but would +rather stick to her own Accuvibe, which was not only much cheaper, but +it plugs into the lighter socket, making those long road trips more +interesting. + + The third is Harley-Davidson. Actually, Omaha says motorcycles +aren't that interesting to her as vibrators- too rough and overwhelming +to be sexy. But they're fun in their own right. + + Before I close, I need to put these absolute caveats: + + BEFORE USING ANY MECHANICAL VIBRATOR ON THE GENITALIA, APPLY + LUBRICATION! THERE ARE FEW THINGS MORE PAINFUL THAN FRICTION + BURNS ON LABIA, CLITORI, AND PENISES. + + The vaginal opening is functionally quite distant from the +clitoris, and in the beginning is unlikely to produce the lubrication +you need- use a sexual lubricant (KY is always recommended). Oil-based +lubricants are adequate, but the water-based types are best. The +lubricant made by Parke-Davis (the name escapes me... It's the one in +the green tube) breakes down quickly under vibration. This doesn't +apply if you're using the vibrator for general therapeutic use- usually +you're just gliding over dry skin and don't need lubrication. But for +long-duration, high-pressure activities on sensitive areas, for your own +sake use some sort of lubrication. + + Similarily: + + DO NOT PURCHASE OR USE VIBRATORS THAT ARE SPECIFICALLY + DESIGNED TO DELIVER HEAT TO THE BODY. + + Several manufactures (Oster, most notably- Be Careful In What You +Buy!) make "deep-heating massagers." I can't tell you how dain-bramaged +these things are! If they work on muscles, great, but don't use them on +your cunts and cocks. They're not fun, and I know of at least case of +hospitalization from a woman who burned herself because she was so busy +climaxing to notice the damage she was doing to herself. SM is one +thing- That's quite another. + + Now that I've the warnings out of the way, a few idle thoughts to +pass the time. + + "But sometimes, the vibrator and/or the lubricant is cold." This +is one of the reasons I like the handle-types. The head is removable. +Take one of those SUPER BIG GULP plastic cups and fill it with the +hottest water you can get from your tap. Do NOT heat water on the +stove! Drop in your tube of lubricant and vibrator head. Wait three or +four minutes. Drain. The head of the vibrator and the lubricant should +be warm enough. The Accu-vibe's 'nub' is also removable, a notable +exception to most wand-types. Of course, if you're the impish sort, you +could put your vibrator heads in the fridge or freezer before play. + + One of the biggest pluses of KY and similar pharmaceutical +lubricants is that they come in aluminum tubes. The plastic bottles of +lubricant that come from sex shops do not conduct heat at all, and I've +never found a way to satifactorily warm them up. Besides, the +pharmaceutical types are generally cheaper and have better quality +control. + + THE PERFECT VIBRATOR. + Easy! Analog speed control. Battery powered for at least two +hours. Rechargable. Small, hand-held, one unit (no extraneous +battery-packs on wires or the like). At least as powerful as the Oster +model I like. And most definitely, waterproof. I can't think if the +number of times I've wanted one I could take with us into the swimming +pool. I figure it'll come from Sony someday. What I'd like is the +slap-in type batteries that Black & Decker use on their portable tool +shops. Come to think of it, the neodymium-magnet motors the Black & +Decker uses for those things would be perfect for the Perfect Vibrator +as well. Maybe B&D will make the damn thing. + + Speaking of B&D, one of my favorite things to do with a female +bottom is tie them to a wall with one hand free and the other limbs +spread-eagled. Put a vibrator in the free hand, and plug it into a wall +outlet controlled by a switch. On. Off. On. Off. The Accu-vibe +6000's handle is ungainly enough that it's hard for them to masturbate +with that hand, and if they drop it, they'll never get it back. The +6000's power cord plugs into the base, so you can't hold it by the wire- +it falls off. With a decent collar, can't hold it under the chin, and +it's too big to hold in the teeth. Oh, the fun I've had! Kris (my +favorite) may never forgive me for it. Omaha won't let me do it to her. +But she'll gleefully run Kris' switch. + + And, going back the the subject of phalluses- if you like the +sensation of penetration, I recommend buying a soft dildo and holding a +good, strong vibrator against it. Just as effective, if not more so, +and although I have no evidence either way, probably safer. Most dildos +are soft latex, not rigid plastic. Unlike a good vibrator, one has to +go to a sex shop to find a good dildo. And remember- In Texas, owning +more than five dildos is 'possession with intent to sell!' + + Now that "STD" has replaced "VD" in our language, "VD" has +sometimes been jokingly said to stand for "Vibrator Dependant." On +"Donahue" Phil once asked the question, "Is it possible for the vibrator +to replace a man?" The response was "Nothing will ever replace a good +vibrator." The audience booed at that. But, right after that, the +speaker continued, "And nothing will ever replace the warmth of a good +partner." The audience similarily recovered. And I've never met +differently. The types of vibrators I buy and recommend wil never +replace the sensations of hugging, cuddling, spanking, or intercourse. +Nor, really, is it a replacement for cunnilingus. The sensations (or so +I'm told) are so radically different. Besides, it's a very different +head-space, holding a machine between her legs, or actually being there, +between your love's thighs, licking her very private places. + + But, now that I've mentioned it, let's discuss STDs. (Oh, no... +what could vibrators have to do with STDs? "Are we gonna get another +AIDS lecture? Am I excused now?" The Hell you are! Sit down and +listen!) If you are going to share your vibrator with a friend, know +this: No matter how much lubrication you use, a vibrator can cause +microscopic abrasions. If, for any reason, you or your partner is +unsure, use some sort of latex sheeting between yourself and the +vibrator. If you're going to pass the vibrator on, clean everything +(except the motor, of course) with an immersion in 10% bleach for at +least 20 minutes. It sounds like a small thing, but I know of three +women who round-robined a rather nasty yeast infection on a Con-Air +several times before tracking down the one thing they all had in common. + + So. There you have Elf's Vibrator Review. Hope it was +educational. + + + VIBRATOR REPORT UPDATE: + + Two things come immediately to mind as I write this update. The +first is that many people wrote me last year to tell me that they used +'Wand' type vibrators and found them quite acceptable. I didn't pan +them, I just don't use them. At twenty dollars per, most people can +afford more than one buzzer, and if the 'Handle' don't do it for ya, the +'Wand' is a perfectly viable alternative. + + The other thing that comes to mind regards my comment that +pharmaceutical jellies are preferable to the "Motion Lotions" sold in +sex shops because they are (1) pharmaceutical grade and (2) come in +metallic containers, thus making them easier to warm to body +temperature. + + Although nobody can argue with pharmaceutical grading, there are +problems with many pharmaceutical jellies. Being water-based, they do +dry out quickly and often need replenishing. Although Omaha and I +continue to use PJ's rather than sex-shop lubes, you may well want to +try alternates yourself. + + The reason I'm backing off from my previous full-stance on PJ's is +this: Johnson and Johnson switched to a plastic tube. The plastic tube +is harder to use; the plastic doesn't stay to form, and thus getting +your money's worth out of it is difficult; the plastic tube IS NOT +SAFETY SEALED, and while I'm not fond of the idea of cyanide in my +Tylenol, I'm also not fond of caustics in my KY, either; and the tube is +plastic, and has the same heat-transmission problems the sex-shop tubes +have. + + And, finally, my ACCUVIBE has died. But, being mechanically +inclined and resourceful, I have already soldered new batteries into +place. It's better than buying a whole new $100 vibrator. + + Happy Buzzing! + + Elf !!! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/waysayno.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/waysayno.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..55cd7ab2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/waysayno.txt @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ + 101 Easy Ways To Say No + + + I'd love to, but... + + 1 I have to floss my cat. + 2 I've dedicated my life to linguini. + 3 I want to spend more time with my blender. + 4 the President said he might drop in. + 5 the man on television told me to stay tuned. + 6 I've been scheduled for a karma transplant. + 7 I'm staying home to work on my cottage cheese sculpture. + 8 it's my parakeet's bowling night. + 9 it wouldn't be fair to the other Beautiful People. + 10 I'm building a pig from a kit. + 11 I did my own thing and now I've got to undo it. + 12 I'm enrolled in aerobic scream therapy. + 13 there's a disturbance in the Force. + 14 I'm doing door-to-door collecting for static cling. + 15 I have to go to the post office to see if I'm still wanted. + 16 I'm teaching my ferret to yodel. + 17 I have to check the freshness dates on my dairy products. + 18 I'm going through cherry cheesecake withdrawal. + 19 I'm planning to go downtown to try on gloves. + 20 my crayons all melted together. + 21 I'm trying to see how long I can go without saying yes. + 22 I'm in training to be a household pest. + 23 I'm getting my overalls overhauled. + 24 my patent is pending. + 25 I'm attending the opening of my garage door. + 26 I'm sandblasting my oven. + 27 I'm worried about my vertical hold. + 28 I'm going down to the bakery to watch the buns rise. + 29 I'm being deported. + 30 the grunion are running. + 31 I'll be looking for a parking space. + 32 my Millard Filmore Fan Club meets then. + 33 the monsters haven't turned blue yet, and I have to eat more dots. + 34 I'm taking punk totem pole carving. + 35 I have to fluff my shower cap. + 36 I'm converting my calendar watch from Julian to Gregorian. + 37 I've come down with a really horrible case of something or other. + 38 I made an appointment with a cuticle specialist. + 39 my plot to take over the world is thickening. + 40 I have to fulfill my potential. + 41 I don't want to leave my comfort zone. + 42 it's too close to the turn of the century. + 43 I have some real hard words to look up in the dictionary. + 44 my subconscious says no. + 45 I'm giving nuisance lessons at a convenience store. + 46 I left my body in my other clothes. + 47 the last time I went, I never came back. + 48 I've got a Friends of Rutabaga meeting. + 49 I have to answer all of my "occupant" letters. + 50 none of my socks match. + 51 I have to be on the next train to Bermuda. + 52 I'm having all my plants neutered. + 53 people are blaming me for the Spanish-American War. + 54 I changed the lock on my door and now I can't get out. + 55 I'm making a home movie called "The Thing That Grew in My + Refrigerator." + 56 I'm attending a perfume convention as quest sniffer. + 57 my yucca plant is feeling yucky. + 58 I'm touring China with a wok band. + 59 my chocolate-appreciation class meets that night. + 60 I never go out on days that end in "Y". + 61 my mother would never let me hear the end of it. + 62 I'm running off to Yugoslavia with a foreign-exchange student + named Basil Metabolism. + 63 I just picked up a book called "Glue in Many Lands" and I + can't put it down. + 64 I'm too old/young for that stuff. + 65 I have to wash/condition/perm/curl/tease/torment my hair. + 66 I have too much guilt. + 67 there are important world issues that need worrying about. + 68 I have to draw "Cubby" for an art scholarship. + 69 I'm uncomfortable when I'm alone or with others. + 70 I promised to help a frend fold road maps. + 71 I feel a song coming on. + 72 I'm trying to be less popular. + 73 my bathroom tiles need grouting. + 74 I have to bleach my hare. + 75 I'm waiting to see if I'm already a winner. + 76 I'm writing a love letter to Richard Simmons. + 77 you know how we psychos are. + 78 my favorite commercial is on TV. + 79 I have to study for a blood test. + 80 I'm gong to be old someday. + 81 I've been traded to Cincinnati. + 82 I'm observing National Apathy Week. + 83 I have to rotate my crops. + 84 my uncle escaped again. + 85 I'm up to my elbows in waxy buildup. + 86 I have to knit some dust bunnies for a charity bazaar. + 87 I'm having my baby shoes bronzed. + 88 I have to go to court for kitty littering. + 89 I'm going to count the bristles in my toothbrush. + 90 I have to thaw some karate chops for dinner. + 91 having fun gives me prickly heat. + 92 I'm going to the Missing Persons Bureau to see if anyone is + looking for me. + 93 I have to jog my memory. + 94 my palm reader advised against it. + 95 my Dress For Obscurity class meets then. + 96 I have to stay home and see if I snore. + 97 I prefer to remain an enigma. + 98 I think you want the OTHER [your name] . + 99 I have to sit up with a sick ant. + 100 I'm trying to cut down. + 101 ... well, maybe. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/what!.fun b/textfiles.com/sex/what!.fun new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3b078c33 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/what!.fun @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +Live Sex In Concert. + + how many cabbages does it take to fill up twelve empty buckets from taiwan +when the premier of afghanistan has been assassinated by three upstart +punk-rockers who call themselves, larry, curly, and moe, remember, take into +account the fact that 3 quarts does not equal the amount of coke, on average, +consumed in two weeks by a family of four chinese gorillas who have not yet had +their dinner. Also remember that two plus two does not equal three because +there are simply more there. don't forget that the year will soon be 1985 +because in that year george orwell is now dead thus leaving 10x3 new spaces +available for crickets to roam the earth... remember crickets make loud noises, +so loud, the in fact they are able to cause men to jump out of their sleeping +bads and sleeping bags, also, and run into the mississippi river, which then +Gill carry them out into the gulf of mexico which is the origin for many +hurricanes because of its unusual weather patterns and also because of its +somewhat odd shape. another word on odd shapes which may help to solve this +problem, is that the world is not actually round, nor even close, when +considered that when looking at it, it seems not even a circle because we have +only two eyes which means that we can only see in two dimensions which means +that it appears to be a little segment which is nothing near a circle, which +isn't a sphere. thus it doesn't exist. take that into account. round to the +nearest 5th decimal place. incidentally, 5 is the number of digits in the last +5 digits of fred wallbanger's phone number. he lived in orange county, ca, with +his lovely wife and obnoxious kids who would constantly use the phrase, "oh, but +mom, i don't want to do that." Unfortunately, his wife was somewhat insane, and +used to do unmentionable things to those poor unfortunate kids... + + you will need plenty of time to solve thing problem... here's some time, then +i'll give you the solution in condensed form, with an explanation. +timetimetimetimeitm... igot too much time on my hands. what a dumb song. +lalalalla. time time itme. time. who says i can't type. i bet it was george +fredman from ohio. he also had two lovely kids and an obnoxious wife, or was it +a lovely wife and obnoxious kids. oh, well. he had one of those. poor him. + + well, time's up... do you have the answer. it's... + + + 42 ------------------ + -- + 6 + + (42/6)*0+3.14159 + + the 42 comes from somewhere, probably new york. the six comes direct from +kansas. the zero is all you morons. the 3.14159 is strangely enough, pi. this +is because pi was directly related to the number of cabbages that can fit in an +empty bucket... etc. (taking into account all the various factors) hence, 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Beer never has a headache. +11. When you go to a bar, you know you can always pick up a + beer. +12. After you had a beer, the bottle is still worth 10 cents. +13. A beer won't get upset if you come home with beer on + your breath. +14. If you pour a beer right, you'll always get good head. +15. You can have more than one beer a night and not feel + guilty. +16. A beer always goes down easy. +17. You can share a beer with your friends. +18. You always know you're the first one to pop a beer. +19. A beer is always wet. +20. Beer doesn't demand equality. +21. You can have a beer in public. +22. A beer doesn't care when you come and will wait forever. +23. A frigid beer is a good beer. +24. You don't have to wash a beer before it tastes good. + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/wife.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/wife.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d13455fa --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/wife.txt @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ + + To my loving wife. + ------------------ + + During the past year, I have tried to +seduce you 365 times. I have only +succeeded 35 times. This is an average +of one every ten days. The following is +a list of the reasons why I did not +succeed more often: + + Wake the children...................17 + It's too late.......................23 + I'ts too hot........................15 + It's too cold........................5 + It's too early......................15 + You were pretending to be asleep....45 + Window open,neigbours might hear.....9 + Backache.............................8 + Toothace.............................7 + Giggles..............................6 + Too full.............................3 + Not in the mood......................1 + Baby was crying......................9 + Watch the late show..................7 + Mud pack.............................4 + New hair do..........................5 + Company next room....................3 + You had to go to the bathroom.......11 + Headache............................19 + + During the 35 times I did succeed the +activity was not entirely satisfactory +because: + + 2 times you decided the ceiling needed + painting. + 5 times you chewed your gum the whole + time. + 4 times you watched TV over my shoulder18 times you told me to hurry up and + get it over with. + 6 times I had to wake you up to tell + you we were through. + And one I was afraid I had hurt you + because I felt you move. + + + Honey it's no damm wonder I drink so + much! + + Your loving husband. + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. ALL-TEXT BBS SYSTEMS. + + Full access for first-time callers. We don't want to know who you are, + where you live, or what your phone number is. We are not Big Brother. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/wifeslut.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/wifeslut.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..063890e7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/wifeslut.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1792 @@ + + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Table of Contents + and + Course of Instruction + + Contents + + Preface + + Part One: Rules (Defining the MASTER/slave relationship) + + A: Rules for the MASTER + + B: Rules for the slave + + 1. General Rules + 2. Rules on clothing + 3. Rules concerning body positioning + a. General rules + b. Rules for submissive positioning + c. Rules concerning body positioning in the + presence of others + d. Rules concerning body positioning for anal, + oral and vaginal usage + e. Rules concerning the positioning of the + slave for discipline and punishment + 4. Rules governing the slaves conversations + 5. Rules concerning pornographic material + 6. Rules concerning sex "toys" + 7. Rules concerning sexual relations for + the slave + a. General rules + b. Rules concerning the frequency of sexual + relations for the slave + c. Rules concerning masturbation + d. Rules concerning sex with MASTER + e. Rules concerning sex with others + f. Rules concerning sex with animals + + Part Two: Training (the training of the slave in pleasing MASTER) + + A: The Importance of the Trained Slave + + B: The Goal of the Training Process + + C: Training Techniques + + D: Self-Image and Slavery + + Part Three: Encounters (the MASTER and slave together alone) + + A: The Role of the Slave in Encounters + + B: The Role of the MASTER in Encounters + + C: Announcing a Coming Encounter (MASTER) + + D: Requesting an Encounter (slave) + + Part Four: Adventures (the slave sent out in the world) + + A: The Role of the Slave in Adventures + + B: The Role of the Master in Adventures + + C: Announcing an Coming Adventure (MASTER) + + D: Requesting an Adventure (slave) + + Conclusion + + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Introduction + + + The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the + program, is a well researched and planned training program designed + to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her + sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital + relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch + those limits to whatever extent possible within the confines of the + relationship. + The requirements for admission to the program are as follows: + + 1. The candidate must express both a willingness and an ability to + become the wife of her MASTER. + 2. The candidate must have exhibited in her past relationships an + ability to be loyal to her husband and must vow an unswavering + devotion and dedication to her marital relations. + 3. The candidate must be the type of person who appears to others + to be the "Madonna" type, but must have the inner desire and ability + to allow herself to be a "whore, slut, tramp, slave" to her husband. + 4. The candidate must be physically attractive, comfortable with + her own body and sexuality, and must display an inclination to enjoy + sex for the sake of sex itself and at no time view the sexual + relationship between she and her husband as an obligation or a gift + from her to him. + 5. The candidate must be intellectually and emotionally able to + diferentiate between fact and fantasy and must be able to accept her + husband's decision as to where fantasy ends and fact begins. + 6. The candidate must be able to trust her husband explicitly and + must be willing to both allow him to share his fantasies with her and + to share her fantasies with him. + 7. The candidate must at all times have an open mind about sexual + encounters of every type, but must also freely communicate her likes + and dislikes to her husband. + 8. The candidate, after the proper indoctrination, must display an + ability to be totally submissive to her husband sexually, and must + furthermore display a hunger for that submissiveness. She must agree + to be a "slave" and for her husband to be her MASTER. + 9. The candidate must understand and accept her role as a "slave" + and all that her indenture will entail, with the understanding that + it is only in the area of the sexual relationship that this dominance + by her MASTER will be in effect. The wife may at any time freely + communicate her real life wishes to her husband and may never be + forced to do something which is against her "real" will. + 10. The candidate must love her husband and must in addition to the + MASTER/slave qualifications meet the normal qualifications of a wife, + being able to nurture her husband, respect and admire him and having + the ability to enjoy the many other wonderful aspects of life as she + interacts with her love in the context of their shared lives + together. + + + The course itself is a continuing program which one does not + graduate from at any particular time or after the satisfactory + completion of certain tasks. Many portions of the course will be + repeated often, in order to continually reinforce the impact of the + course on the candidates life. + The program may be seen for purposes of description to have four + aspects or divisions. These divisions often intertwine and should + not be thought of as being detached from each other in any way. The + divisions are described as follows: + + RULES: A list of do's and don'ts and required actions which the + candidate will learn and promise to obey at all times. This list of + rules may be ammended or changed at any time if the MASTER believes + it to be in the best interest of his slave or of the marriage to do + so. The wife may suggest changes to these rules at any time, but as + a slave has no input to the rules and is expected to at no time + question them or fail to obey them. Failure to obey the rules will + result in the punishment of the slave. + TRAINING: The slave will spend many, many hours of training at the + hand of her MASTER. This training will be in accordance with the + RULES and the purposes of the program. Its major thrust will be to + enable the slave to be please her MASTER totally and will involve + both the emotional and physical ability of the slave. TRAINING will + involve the use of films, magazines, stories, sex toys, books, + bondage, "performances" by the slave, assignments, behavior + modification in both private and public settings, and involvement in + both ENCOUNTERS and ADVENTURES. + ENCOUNTERS: ENCOUNTERS may be defined as those times when the slave + is in the presence of her MASTER in a private setting. This will + include but not be limited to the sexual sharing that the couple does + in the privacy of their home alone. ENCOUNTERS will also include the + sexual sharing that the couple does outside the home whenever they + are alone and not in the view of others. + ADVENTURES: In contrast to ENCOUNTERS, the ADVENTURES segment of the + program refers to those times when there are others present. This + portion of the program may include those times when the MASTER is + absent and when the slave is performing required tasks at the whim of + her MASTER, and may also include times when the MASTER is present to + observe or actively participate. As an example, if MASTER and slave + are fucking in the back seat of their car and no one can see them, it + would be an encounter. If however MASTER is finger-fucking the slave + in the movie theatre with others around them it would be an + ADVENTURE. A further example of an ADVENTURE might be if the MASTER + required the slave to wear certain clothing on a shopping trip she + took alone and required her to buy certain items to bring home to + him. + + Hopefully this introduction to the program has answered many of + the questions that you may have had with respect to just exactly what + it entails. Congratulations on being chosen as a candidate to the + program. Further information regarding the program may be found in + the RULES section of the program material or in private conversations + with the MASTER. + + + The Wife-Slut Program + + Rules + + + This section of rules is divided into two sections; rules for + the MASTER and rules for the slave. Understandably the rules for the + MASTER are very limited, while those for the slave are quite complex + and may be expected to become even more so with the passage of time. + + Rules for the MASTER + + 1. The MASTER will at all times keep the emotional and physical well + being of his slave upermost in his mind. No activity whatsoever + which might permanently harm the slave either physically or + emotionally will ever be sanctioned. + 2. The MASTER will always seek to use his slave in such a way that + she is consistently brought to a zenith of sexual stimulation. He + will encourage her to stretch her limits of performance and will be + most pleased when her orgasm's are continuous and extremely strong. + 3. The MASTER may from time to time withold sexual gratification + from the slave in order to ultimately enhance her experience, and he + may also from time to time take advantage of her submissiveness to + enjoy things which he alone finds sexually stimulating...but he will + always be aware of her desires and wishes and will at no time require + her to do things which he knows as a wife she is unwilling to do as + his slave. + 4. The MASTER will accept those changes to the RULES which are made + by the husband and wife and will adhere to those changes at all + times. + + Rules for the slave + + Part One: General Rules + + 1. The slave will acknowledge her complete and total submission + to her MASTER in all sexual things and when acting as his slave will + do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING her MASTER commands that she do, + regardless of the degree of humiliation, embarrassment, or pain which + may accompany it. + 2. The slave will accept gladly the TRAINING which her MASTER + provides, aware of the fact that her training will enable her to + better please her MASTER. + 3. The slave will eagerly participate in ENCOUNTERS with her + MASTER, and will accept his judgement as to the frequency of these + encounters. + 4. The slave will eagerly participate in ADVENTURES at the command + of her MASTER and will accept his judgement as to the frequency of + these adventures. + 5. The slave will accept the punishment she deserves for failing + to obey any of the rules her MASTER has been so good to provide for + her. + 6. The slave will offer, present and display her body to her + MASTER at any time or in any way which her MASTER may choose. + 7. The slave will allow her MASTER total freedom in deciding for + her how her body will be clothed and will wear anything and + everything her MASTER tells her to wear no matter how sluttish or + revealing it may be. + 8. The slave will accept instruction from her MASTER as to the + positions her body should be placed in at all times. Upon his + command she will assume any position which he requests of her and + will maintain that position until he has allowed her to change it. + 9. The slave will position her clothing in any manner described by + her MASTER and will leave that clothing in the prescribed position + until and if her MASTER tells her to change it. + 10. The slave will perform for her MASTER whenever he requests that + she perform and she will stop the performance only upon his command. + 11. The slave will learn "routines" taught to her by her MASTER and + will be able to perform these "routines" at his command. + 12. The slave will learn any and all codes which her MASTER teaches + her and will at all times be alert and watching for coded messages + her MASTER might send to her. Upon recieving a coded request for + action from her MASTER, the slave will immediately carry out the + required action. + 13. The slave will at all times be spoken to by her MASTER in + whatever way he chooses. It is understood that he will use filthy, + dirty words in referring to her and that there are no words or word + pictures which he will not feel free to use with her. The MASTER + will often choose the most revolting words he can imagine in order to + enhance the submissiveness of his slave. + 14. The slave will use any words or word pictures which her MASTER + commands her to use, will say any word or combination of words he + tells her to say, and will, as a part of her training, learn various + combinations of words which she will recite upon his suggestion. + 15. The slave will never forget that some things are "dirty" and + will be reminded by her MASTER that many of the things she enjoys and + needs to do are "dirty" things. + 16. The slave will never refuse to do anything which her MASTER + requires her to do simply because it is "dirty". She will at all + times admit her sluttishness and her status as his slave and will + both expect and agree to do terribly "dirty" things simply because it + will please her MASTER for her to do them. + 17. "Dirty" things are understood to include but not be limited to + the eating of cum and cunt juice, the licking of cocks, pussies and + assholes, the hunching of inanimate objects, the display of her body + in public settings, and the drinking of piss. + 18. The slave will accept whatever punishment or discipline her + MASTER chooses to give her, and will assume the prescribed positions + for that punishment automatically. She will aid her MASTER by + bringing to him objects to enhance that punishment whenever requested + to do so. + 19. The slave will accept punishment or discipline without need for + an explanation and understands that there will be times when her + MASTER punishes or disciplines her simply because it pleases him. + + + Part Two: Rules on Clothing + + 1. The slave will understand and accept that as a slave she has no + inherent right to cover her body at any time. Clothing is therefore + something which her MASTER uses as a way of enhancing her + submissiveness and slutishness and which he may enjoy seeing on her + body. + 2. The slave will understand and accept that the clothing her + MASTER allows her to wear will often be clothing which has been + chosen because it allows various parts of her body to be exposed + either to himself or to others. + 3. The slave will at all times arrange her clothing in any manner + which her MASTER may require of her. She will unbutton buttons, + raise her skirt, pull her panties to the side, or any other action + requested by her MASTER, regardless of the circumstances surrounding + his request. + 4. As a general rule, the slave will understand that panties, bra's + and slips are not items of clothing which are to be worn under other + items of clothing, but are to be worn alone with nothing over them. + Only with the permission of her MASTER may such items be worn under + dresses, pants, skirts, or blouses. + 5. Certain outfits may from time to time be designated as special + purpose outfits. As an example, a certain garter-belt and stockings + outfit might be referred to as "Your ass-fucking outfit". The slave + will memorize the names of these special purpose outfits and will at + all times be prepared to put on whatever outfit her MASTER may + command her to put on at his request. + 6. The slave will understand that she owns no clothing of her own + and that the clothes which her MASTER allows her to wear from time to + time belong to him and him alone. This ownership of course implies + the right of the MASTER to make gifts to others of various articles + of clothing from time to time, including but certainly not limited to + the slave's dirty panties. + 7. Should any item of clothing fail to please her MASTER, the slave + will make every effort to modify it in whatever way he suggests, by + trimming, cutting out, hemming or any other suitable means. + 8. The slave will model any clothing which her MASTER may request + that she model and will do so at any time in the presence of whomever + her MASTER may allow to be present. + 9. The slave will at all times make sure that there is an adequate + supply of stockings and panties for her to wear at her MASTER'S + request and will inform him if at any time her supply is getting low. + 10. Pantyhose are generally speaking an abomination and will not be + worn by the slave without permission from her MASTER or at his + specific request. The slave will keep an adequate supply of + crotchless pantyhose on hand for use in some public situations. + 11. In addition to an adequate supply of clean panties, the slave + will keep several pair of recently soaked panties available and will + replace them at any time should they lose their aromatic value. + Dirty panties which are an obvious favorite of her MASTER'S may be + rejuvenated by fingering herself and pushing the crotch of the + panties up inside her wet pussy. + 12. The slave will sleep in whatever clothing her MASTER may request + her to wear, regardless of her thoughts as to the suitability of that + clothing for sleeping or of its comfort + 13. The slave will learn that there are particular motions of her + body or particular positions which she assumes when she wears certain + articles of clothing which excite and please her MASTER, and she will + memorize these motions and positions and use them regularly when + wearing those items of clothing. + Rules-Second Chapter + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Rules for the slave, continued + + Part Three:Rules concerning body positions + + General rules of positioning + + 1. The slave will understand that her body may be positioned in + different ways for different reasons and to achieve differing results + at different times. Some positions will be positions which will + enhance the slave's feeling of submissiveness. Other positions will + simply be pleasing to her MASTER because he enjoy's the sight of her + body in that position. Positions will be used to display her body + and her sexual organs to others. Positions will be helpful in + permitting her sexual orrifices to be filled properly. Still other + positions will be required when administering discipline or + punishment to the slave. + 2. The slave will learn the various positions required of her and + will at all times move quickly and surely to assume the positions + required of her by her MASTER. + + Rules for submissive positioning + + 1. The first and most important position the slave must learn is + the position which she will normally use to present herself to her + MASTER. This position, which we will refer to simply as "the + position", is in common use among submissives and their MASTER'S and + has proven its usefulness through the years. The slave presents + herself naked and sitting on the floor in front of her master with + her legs bent back and her ass on the floor between her feet. Her + legs are spread and her hands are clasped behind her back and her + head is lowered. This position displays the slave's pussy and tits + and creates proper body tension through the stomach area. The + slave's feeling of submissiveness is enhanced and her nudity taken + advantage of. Her sexual organs may be both seen and touched easily + by those with her MASTER'S permission to do so. + 2. Another often used position is one in which the slave presents + herself naked in a standing position, her legs spread approximately 2 + 1/2 feet apart and her hands behind her head. This position has the + effect of giving easy access to her whole body and thrusts her + breasts out forward making the examination or stimulation of her + nipples quite easy. The slave will easily learn this position and + must be ready to assume it upon being given the command to assume the + "standing position". + 3. The third position the slave must become familiar with and use + automatically is the "passenger position". This position is the + position the slave will assume when riding as a passenger in the same + seat as her MASTER in an automobile, whether it be a private + automobile, a cab or a limousine. The slave may be excused from this + position under some circumstances if there are others present, but + will not automatically assume that she is excused from it under any + circumstances. She will recieve a coded signal from her MASTER + should he choose for her to not assume the position. (For more on the + coded signal see the section of rules concerning coded messages). To + assume the "passenger position" the slave sits with her legs open + wide and raises her skirt all the way to her waist, making sure that + her crotch is easily visible by her MASTER. Once the slave has + assumed this position she may not change it without permission from + her MASTER, regardless of the circumstances, and it is considered to + be in very bad taste for the slave to request a change. Undoubtedly + such a request would involve puhishment of some type, except under + very rare circumstances. Should the slave be wearing slacks or + jeans, she will ask her MASTER if he would like for her to remove + them, and will assume the open legged position regardless of his + decision. + 4. The fourth submissive position is called the "feeding position". + It is modeled somewhat after the position of baby birds who must be + fed by their mothers, and is useful when the MASTER has something + which he wishes to feed his slave. In this position the slave kneels + in front of her MASTER, her back straight and her hands in her lap. + Her mouth is open, her head tilted back slightly. The slave will + assume this position whenever her MASTER says "I have cum to feed + you" and will also assume the same position next to the bowl in the + bathroom when waiting to clean her MASTER'S cock after his urination + or when hoping to be allowed to drink some of his piss. + 5. The fifth submissive position is more a category of positions + which the slave must be accustomed to assuming automatically without + any command being given and for that reason we will simply call them + the "automatic positions". Because of the flexibility required and + the often changing circumstances of these positions the slave will be + required to be inventive and to always keep the anticipated usage + that her MASTER has for her uppermost in her mind. The value of + these positions lies mainly in the readiness with which the slave + assumes them and the fact that she does have to be commanded to + assume them. This both pleases her MASTER and impresses those who + might be watching her performance. An example of such a position + might be if the MASTER states that his slave needs to be fucked in + the ass, and the slave automatically gets on her hands and knees with + her ass in the air. Another example would be when the slave, upon + having returned with the dildo that her MASTER sent her to get, + automatically lays on her back with her legs spread open and her cunt + exposed and ready. The circumstances and possiblities for such + positioning is limitless and the slave is merely put on notice that + her inventiveness and compliance in such situations is expected. + + Rules for positioning in the presence of others + + General Rules + + 1. The major rule which must always be obeyed when in the + presence of others is that the slave will always endeavor to position + herself in a manner in keeping with her station and her understanding + of her MASTER'S desires under the circumstances. The MASTER will + make his desires clear to her either vocally or in coded messages and + the slave will obey her MASTER in every way. + 2. There are three major divisions of rules concerning the + positioning of the slave in the presence of others. They are: + 1. Restrictive positioning, 2. Relaxed positioning, and 3. Instrutive + positioning. It is imperative that the slave learn the disctinctions + between the different divisions and be able to follow the rules + explained below at all times and in every situation. + + Rules concerning "Restrictive Positioning" + + 1. The slave will automatically assume that "restrictive + positioning" rules are in effect unless in the circumstances spelled + out below in the subsections to follow. Whenever there is doubt, + "restrictive positioning" rules will be followed. + 2. The slave will never allow other men to see up her dress nor + will she be careless in crossing her legs or uncrossing them while in + the presence of other men unless she is performing in a prescribed + way at the behest of her MASTER. + 3. The slave will be concious of the positions of her legs even + when wearing slacks and will normally be very careful to not open her + legs in the presence of other men who would surely look at her crotch + and fantasize about her cunt. + 4. The slave will be careful not to bend over with her ass facing + another man when she is wearing slacks or jeans because of the way + her ass is displayed to the man and the thoughts he might have of ass- + fucking her or of spanking her. + 5. The slave will not allow other men to glance down her blouse + or the top of her dress and will make sure enough buttons are + buttoned to preclude them seeing her breasts. + + Rules concerning "Relaxed Positioning" + + 1. The MASTER may inform his slave either vocally or through a + coded message that he is allowing her "relaxed positioning" while in + the presence of others. The next series of rules apply to those + periods of "relaxed positioning". This type of positioning should + not be confused with "instructed positioning" which will be covered + in the next section. + 2. The slave will always be allowed "relaxed positioning" in the + presence of other women as long as other men are not present. This + is in recognition of the fact that many women have bi fantasies and + that the slave may in fact find herself being excited by the + difference in which she is allowed to position herself in the + presence of women. The slave is permitted to position her body in + such a way as to tease, excite, embarass, or arouse the curiosity of + other women who might have bi-tendencies, but is of course expected + to tell her MASTER of any and all of her actions and the consequences + of such actions. + 3. When being allowed "relaxed positioning" in the presence of + other men, the slave will be allowed to position her body in ways + which she is aware may stimulate the men who look at her. At no time + should the slave be obvious in her positioning or acknowledge the + fact that the other men are becoming excited by her positions. She + will look to her MASTER for instructions regarding further + positioning should it become obvious that other men are becoming + aroused by her. + 4. When being allowed "relaxed positioning" in the presence of + other men the slave will never allow her dress to rise above the tops + of her stockings or to allow them to see her garters. She is, + however, encouraged to let her dress or skirt rise to the very limit + of this restriction whenever possible, and to continuously cross and + uncross her legs and to touch them with her hands as she does so. + 5. When being allowed "relaxed positioning" in the presence of + other men the slave may feel free to open her legs or bend over + displaying her ass as long as she is wearing slacks or jeans. + 6. When being allowed "relaxed positioning" in the presence of + other men the slave need not be concerned about whether or not the + men can see down the top of her dress or whether her buttons are + buttoned to preclude them seeing her breasts. + 7. When riding in an automobile in the presence of other men the + slave upon recieving the proper signal from her MASTER will revert + from the "passenger position" to relaxed positioning and will cross + her legs letting her dress ride up no higher than the top of her + stockings, but no lower than a position six inches above the top of + her knee. If not in the presence of her MASTER, the slave will + always assume relaxed positioning in automobiles and will always keep + her legs crossed, unless otherwise instructed by her MASTER + beforehand. + 8. The slave will only wear two piece bathing suits, but when + wearing one the slave will come to her MASTER before putting it on + and will say the following to her MASTER: "MASTER, I am a dirty + little tramp slave slut who wants other men and women to see my whore + body...it is for this reason that I have chosen this bathing + suit...may I wear it please?" While wearing a bathing suit the slave + will be admitting her desire to expose her nakedness and will not be + required to obey the rules regarding positioning her body. All who + see her will know that she is a slut and will be free to enjoy the + view of her whore body. + 9. There may be occasions when her MASTER allows her to wear + pantyhose and/or no hose and short skirts when relaxed positioning + will enable the slave to let her skirt ride up higher than it might + when she is wearing garters and nylons. While relaxed positioning + will allow this under those circumstances, the slave should not + construe that to mean that she can open her little legs and show off + her pussy or pantied crotch to other men when being allowed "relaxed + positioning". + + Rules concerning "Instructive Positioning" + + 1. It should be clear that because of the nature of a slave and + the scope of the above rules that there is really no such thing as + "free positioning" for the slave and that in fact all positioning is + instructive positioning as far as her body is concerned. However, + for the purposes of illustration and to make training the slave + easier, we have attempted to break down the sections into their pre- + mentioned divisions. "Instructive positioning" in this section, + therefore, refers to positioning which is commanded by the MASTER + either vocally or through pre-arranged coded messages. The slave + will at all times be alert and attentive and ready to recieve such + commands and will carry them out with eagerness, speed and + dilligence. + 2. It will be the decision of the MASTER and his decision alone + when to use vocal commands or coded messages in giving commands + regarding "instructive positioning". There are certainly times when + it will be embarrasing or humiliating to the slave to be given vocal + commands regarding her positioning and when she would prefer coded + messages, but her position as a slave precludes her being able to + choose. In every instance, the MASTER will decide. + 3. When the MASTER has decided to use vocal commands he will use + any and all combinations of words that he chooses to use regardless + of what those present will think of the slave for allowing herself to + be spoken to in such a way. The slave will comply submissively with + all commands and will show absolutely no surprise with being + commanded in such a tone of voice, other than any understandable and + permitted physical expressions such as fear or extreme sexual + excitement. + 4. It should be understood by the slave that the purpose of + "instructive positioning" is to allow the slaves body to be an + instrument of visual and/or sexual pleasure to someone other than + herself. There is no guarantee that the postioning will be + comfortable, pleasing, or sexually exciting for her, nor that it will + not be embarrasing, humiliating or painful. The only guarantee is + that it is her MASTER'S desire that she position her body as + requested and that to fail to do so will result in punishment. + 5. There is no part of the slave's body which will not be involved + in "instructive positioning". Her MASTER will freely position her + body for whatever purposes and for whatever reasons he chooses in + whatever situations may seem pleasing to him at the time. + 6. Because of the different atmosphere involved in vocal commands + and in coded messages, the slave will approach the postioning in + different ways in each situation. When vocally commanded to assume a + position the slave will have little to hide about her MASTER'S + intent. However when coded messages are being used, her MASTER'S + intent will not be obvious to others, and the slave is expected to + assume the commanded positions with finesse and without allowing + others to realize that she is being commanded to assume the postions + by her MASTER. + 7. In order to be able to adequately please her MASTER with respect + to "Instructive positioning" when receiving coded commands, the slave + will study and memorize all vocal codes, hand signals, and other + means her MASTER may choose to use to convey those commands to her. + These codes will be found in the section on Codes in the course + material. + + Course-Chapter Three + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Rules for the slave, continued + + Part Three-Rules concerning body positioning, continued + + Positioning the slave's body for anal, oral or vaginal usage + + The slave is aware that there is almost an endless variety of + positions in which two people may have sex, and of course that as the + size of the group is expanded to include other men and/or women that + the variety of possible positions is also increased. It is therefore + not the intent of this section to limit the possible positions in + which the slave may find herself, but merely to spell out some of the + positions her MASTER will require her to assume most often and to + allow her to learn the proper way of positioning herself for his + pleasure. The rules concerning these positions may be conveniently + divided into seven subdivisions: 1. The slave on her back, 2. The + slave on her side, 3. The slave on her stomach, 4. The slave on her + knees, 5. The slave standing, 6. The slave sitting, 7. The slave in + bondage. + + The slave on her back + + 1. There is little need to expound on the virtues of the position + of a slave slut on her back except to say that this position is + useful in training situations, for purposes of display, for + masturbation, and for both private and group sex, allowing easy + access to her sexual orifices at all times. The position is easily + adaptable to a number of locations including but not limited to beds, + floors, tables, the back seats of cars, blankets, and doctors + examining tables. The slave who is reading this would hardly be a + candidate if she did not already know how to lay on her back, so + little more will be said except that the slave will automatically + open her legs wide whenever laying on her back unless otherwise + instructed by her MASTER. + 2. The sight of a naked slave slut lying on her side is a pleasing + one to any MASTER and the ease with which oral, anal or vaginal + entrance may be achieved is quite satisfactory in both group and + individual situations. The natural position of the legs bent in a + sitting type position while the slut is on her side offers an + attractive and enticing view of her asshole and cunt to those who + observe her. This position can and will be enhanced by the binding + of the slaves ankles and wrists and at times by the insertion of a + gag. + 3. Madonna types through the years have been reassured by the + availability of the position of laying on their stomachs, believing + that the fact that their breasts and cunts were not exposed gave them + some type of protection against penetration. The slave however has + no such misconceptions and is very much aware that her tender bottom + is exposed and available to her MASTER for spanking and/or whipping, + and is also aware that her asshole is readily available for entrance + by whatever objects her MASTER may choose to insert there. The well + used slave will find this position often taken advantage of by her + MASTER and no doubt will cringe just a little at hearing him command + her to assume it. As opposed to the requirement of her legs always + being opened when she lays on her back, the slut will keep her legs + together when lying on her stomach until asked to open them. + 4. Ahhhh, the slave on her knees! What a rich and wonderful + position the kneeling slave position is! There is no other position + which implies more nor which offers more to the innovative MASTER + than this position. The candidate will find herself on her knees + often for numerous purposes and will come to find this position one + of her favorite ones although not at all times "enjoyable". The + slave will be fucked doggy style while on her knees, will finger + herself for her MASTER while on her knees, will be examined often + while on her knees, will fuck cocks, dildos and vibrators while on + her knees, will be fed cum and piss while on her knees and be eaten + and will eat pussy while on her knees. She slave will also find + herself being disciplined while on her knees and will always feel + submissive whenever she is commanded to assume this position whether + she is kneeling upright or bent over with her ass in the air. The + slut will assume this position always upon hearing the statement "I + have cum to feed you". + 5. Often the slave will be needed for purposes of display or for + the quick and uncerimonious dumping of cum. In such instances the + standing position is quite useful. The slave may be pushed against a + nearby wall, her skirt or dress lifted and her cunt filled. Or she + may simply be made to stand and disrobe in front of others, turning + around so that they can easily observe her ass as well as her tits. + For display to large groups of people or for bondage in extremely + confined spaces the standing position is hard to beat. + 6. The sitting slave can be a highly pleasing slave. To either + watch or feel a slave slut impale herself on a hard cock in either + her cunt or her ass is a very satisfying thing, and in that position + she may either masturbate herself or use her mouth on the crotch of + another person at the same time she is being fucked. This position + also has the advantage of allowing her breasts to be used + simultaneously with the rest of her body. The slave will sit on her + MASTER'S cock often and will also impale herself on two pronged + dildo's designed and built by her MASTER solely for that purpose. + 7. There are those who would argue that "The slave in bondage" is + not at all a position, and I suppose they would be semanticly + correct. Bondage may in fact be a part of the other positions + previously mentioned and often will be, of course. But as a way of + positioning a slave for the purposes of sexual usage, bondage does + take on a uniqueness which causes me to include it in this section. + The slave will understand that bondage includes the usage of ropes, + scarves, hand-cuffs, ankle and wrist cuffs, gags, stretching devices, + and any and all other devices which may enable the slave to be bound + in a useful way for sexual purposes. Bondage will be necessary in + many instances for training purposes to allow the slave to be brought + slowly to a fever pitch or to make sure that her squirming and + wiggling does not cause the intruding members to do damage to the + holes in which they are being inserted. Bondage can be particularly + helpful in aiding a slave to take a fist in her cunt, a cock in her + ass, or helping her to learn to enjoy the pleasures of nipple + stimulation. When combined with sensory deprivation in the form of a + blindfold, bondage can create a feeling of submissiveness in the + slave which nothing else would be able to help her feel as strongly. + The helplessness that a slave feels when bound can also be useful + when it is necessary to discipline or punish her and of course for + long periods of continuous sexual stimulation little else works as + well. The bound slave may also be exposed and displayed to others + easily and the sight is often quite exciting to both men and women. + + Positioning the slave for discipline and punishment + + 1. There are two major positions which the slave will be required to + assume when punishment or discipline is required. The slave will + assume these positions quietly and quickly and without any argument + when her MASTER commands her to assume them. They are: The bending + over position where the slave bends over with her legs spread and + grabs her ankles presenting her ass to her MASTER and the across the + lap position where the slave lays across her MASTER'S lap to give him + ready access to her tender cheeks. If the slave is wearing pants + when she recieves the commands she will remove them and lower her + panties midway between her ass and her knees. If however she is + wearing a dress or skirt she will simply assume the position allowing + her MASTER or his accomplice to raise her skirt and lower her + panties. + 2. Discipline may also include the display of her body in various + and sundry positions or the deprival of certain types of satisfaction + for varying periods of time. Whereas punishment is in retaliation + for disobedience, discipline is merely the enforcement of certain + actions in order to further acclimate the slave to her role. A + typical disciplinary technique might include a period of time when + the slave would be allowed to climax only by masturbation from her + own hand and at the same time be required to take her MASTER'S + ejaculate in her mouth whenever he chose, whether the preliminary + stimulation of his cock had been by her hand, mouth, cunt or ass. + The length of time of such a disciplinary measure would be unknown to + the slave and would of course be increased if there was reluctance + felt which needed to be overcome. + 3. The MASTER may from time to time prescribe other forms of + punishment for the slave which will require her adapting to new body + positions. The slave will in all instances obey her MASTER and + assume the positions necessary for the carrying out of her + punishment. + + + Course-Chapter Four + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part One: Rules + + Rules for the slave, cont. + + 4.Rules Governing the slaves Conversations + + The slave will learn the importance of the spoken word as her + training progresses. She will learn that her conversations and her + use of words in those conversations can have a great deal of impact + on her role as a slave and her performance quality as she endeavors + to please her MASTER. The following rules will be followed by the + slave at all times. + + 1. The slave will use proper english at all times. Nothing is more + disconcerting or less attractive than a slave who uses poor english + 2. The slave will present the "Madonna" image unless instructed + otherwise by her MASTER in her choice of words and the things she + says to others. Using words like "fuck" or other such four letter + words in normal conversations takes away from the "Madonna" image and + depreciates the value of those words when used in their proper + context. + 3. The slave will learn to use words effectively when involved in + an encounter with her MASTER or when being sent on an adventure by + him. No word will be too dirty or too embarrasing for her to use and + she will make a wise choice of when and where to use words such as + Cunt, and Fuck and Slut and Whore, etc. in order to enhance her + perception as a slave or her degree of sluttishness. + 4. The slave will learn the phrases and strings of words which her + MASTER particularly enjoys hearing her say and will use those words + to excite him and to bring him to an orgasm whenever she senses that + they would be helpful. + 5. The slave will guard her conversations with others, and will not + reveal to anyone without the prior consent of her MASTER anything + concerning her relationship as a slave to him. She will in no way, + either through the spoken or written word indicate to others, without + his permission, that she enjoys or finds exciting such things as + Dominance and Submission. + 6. The slave will not discuss the sexual habits of others, her own + sexual habits or preferences, or anything of a sexual nature with + anyone other than her MASTER, without his knowledge and consent + unless in the case of a conversation with another woman the slave has + reason to believe that such a discussion might result in a + relationship of some type with the woman for either herself or for + her MASTER. In that instance if the slave is sure that the woman + will keep her conversation confidential and if she believes there is + no chance that another man will hear of it, she may pursue a + discussion of sexual matters for the intent of the possible + procurement of the woman for sexual purposes, and must inform her + MASTER within three hours of the conversation, giving her MASTER the + woman's name and address and general physical description. + 7. If in the course of general conversation a man begins making + suggestive remarks to her and she believes he would enjoy having a + sexual relationship with her, the slave will change the subject and + avoid such a discussion, but will also advise her MASTER of the other + man's interest in the event that her MASTER should choose to include + him in an adventure at some time in the future. + 8. At no time will the slave follow up on a conversation of a sexual + nature with any other person without her MASTER'S knowledge and + approval. In the case of another woman her MASTER may choose to + allow her to make the contacts, but at all times in the case of + another man, even if he chooses to require her to dress or act + seductively in the man's presence, the MASTER will be the one to + engage the man in conversation concerning sexual matters. + 9. The slave will engage in no telephone conversation, or a + conversation of any other type, including computer conversations, + with another man or with a person on a computer service or line who + has not been proven through voice verification to be a woman + (regardless of their handle) without her MASTER'S approval. + 10. The slave will not engage in communication via postal or + electronic mail with any member of the opposite sex without her + MASTER'S permission. + 11. If requested to do so by her MASTER, the slave will engage in + any type of communication with any person male or female for any + purpose which her MASTER wishes her to and will allow her MASTER to + watch that communication and share it in any way he so chooses. She + will furthermore follow his suggestions and leads in directing the + conversation in whatever manner he chooses her to direct it. This + may or may not include computer sex or phone sex with other men and + women at her MASTER'S request. + + + 5. Rules Concerning Pornographic Material + + Material which the MASTER and slave find exciting and which + they enjoy reading or seeing on film or in magazines will be a part + of their relationship. Whether it is generally construed to be + pornographic or acceptable or unacceptable to others is of no + consequence and will not be considered. Material which involves + children, killing, or sexual relations with the dead or other such + despicable behaviour will not be a part of the relationship at any + time. + The slave will be required at times to watch movies in which + men display their sexual organs and present their bodies in sexually + appealing ways. Her MASTER may choose to require her to masturbate + while she watches or may choose to stimulate her physically through + other means while she watches. He may also choose to ask her + questions concerning her interest in the men on the screen while she + watches, expecting her to admit the excitement which she feels as she + watches. + The slave will also be required at times to watch movies with + women in them and will also be physically stimulated while she + watches the women. + The slave will be required at times to stimulate her husband + while he watches other women on film or on television, and will + administer to her MASTER'S needs at any time regardless of the source + of his interest in being serviced. Oral sex, hand jobs, and vaginal + or anal entry may be requested by the MASTER at such times and the + slave will provide those services gladly for as long as he may + request them. While the slave is perfoming such services the MASTER + will feel free to discuss the physical attributes of the women on the + screen and to talk to the slave about sexual encounters he would + enjoy with those women or which he would like to see the slave share + with the women. + The slave will be required to do a certain amount of reading at + times in material of a highly salacious nature, both orally and to + herself. During some periods of discipline the slave may be read to + each night before she is allowed to sleep. + The slave will be required at times to perform writing + assignments which include highly blatant sexual comments. These may + be in the form of sentences which she will be required to write + repetitively a large number of times, or may include letters to + others which may or may not be sent at her MASTER'S discretion. At + all times the slave will write exactly what her MASTER directs her to + write and will assume whatever position or dress in whatever manner + her MASTER dictates as she writes. + + + + Course Chapter Five + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part One: Rules + + Rules for the Slave, cont. + + 6. Rules Concerning Sex Toys + + The slave should understand that "toys" is a rather generic term + which her MASTER uses to include any object which he may choose in + connection with the domination, sexual usage or punishment of his + slave. It should be further understood that he alone will choose + which items or "toys" will be used and when he will use them. + + At no time will the slave object to having any item her MASTER + may choose inserted in her sexual orrifices. She will understand + that her holes belong to her MASTER and that he may fuck them with + cocks, dildo's, flashlights, candles, vibrators, fingers, tongues, or + any other animate or inanimate thing he chooses to use. Any + complaint from the slave will result in her immediate punishment. + + It should also be understood by the slave that such items of + bondage and discipline as paddles, handcuff's, wristcuff's, nipple + clamps and clips, clothespins, bobby pins, ropes, chains, leather + restraints, whips, dog collars, leashes, halters, straps, harnesses + canes, and belts will also be used whenever the master so chooses. + + The slave will not only offer her body to be used by her MASTER + with sexual toys, but will actively search for new toys which her + MASTER might choose to use on her whore body. As she goes about her + normal daily routines she will view items with their potential sexual + usage in mind, and will inform her MASTER of any items which arouse + sexual interest in her as she views them, or which make her tremble + whcn she considers their usage on her body. Concern that the item + might cause pain or discomfort or embarrasment to the slave is no + excuse for the slave failing to mention such an item to her MASTER. + + Should the slave find an item which she finds herself hungering + for as a toy for her MASTER to use on her, she will not merely inform + her MASTER that such an item might be useful, but will beg her + MASTER to use that item on her body. Such begging will please her + MASTER, but of course will not gaurantee that it will be used on + her. There will be times when the MASTER will avoid using that + particular toy on his slave simply to discipline her, and when he + will often tease her with a particular toy simply because he is aware + of the sexual hunger the horny little slave slut associates with that + particular toy. + + In addition to the slave allowing her MASTER or those to whom + he is granting permission to use her with toys, the slave will also + use whatever toy's her MASTER instructs her to use on herself or on + other sluts whom the MASTER may choose to include in an ADVENTURE. + She will fuck herself with whatever her MASTER chooses, or fuck + others with whatever toy he may dictate. + + The slave will always freely come whenever she desires while + toys are being used on her, regardless of the humiliation or + embarrasment which might be associated with having an orgasm while + being fucked with such a toy. She will never try to hide the fact + that that particular toy is making her come, but will simply admit to + those observing that she is tremendously excited and will give in + completely to the feelings the toy has created in her slut body and + mind. + + + + COURSE CHAPTER SIX + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part One: Rules + + Rules for the Slave, Cont. + + 7. Rules Concerning Sexual Relations For The Slave + + a. General Rules + + It should go without saying that sexual relations for the + slave are important to both the slave and her MASTER. The slave must + understand at all times that her MASTER has her best interest at + heart at all times and will make decisions concerning her sexual + relations which will benefit her in the long run even if it does not + appear so at the moment. + + b. Rules concerning the frequency of sexual relations for the + slave. + The slave will in general have sexual relations more often + than normal women. She may be assured that there will with few + exceptions be daily orgasms for her except in certain periods during + which she is being disciplined by her MASTER. Generally, when the + slave is pleasing her MASTER adequately, she will find that she has + multiple orgasms daily, sometimes at her own hand, but usually due to + the way her MASTER has chosen to use her at that time. The slave + will undoubtedly find that the more orgasm's she experiences the more + she hungers for them, and will find herself turning into a + nymphomaniac whore who her MASTER can make come at any time he + chooses, but whom other men cannot satisfy without her MASTER'S + approval. + + c. Rules concerning masturbation + + The slave will become even more accomplished at + masturbation than she is at the beginning of her indenture. It is + her MASTER'S wish that she masturbate often, not only for her own + pleasure but for the pleasure of himself or others whom he may allow + to watch. The slave will masturbate at any time her MASTER tells her + to and will follow his directions as to how and where she is to + masturbate as well as to what she is to think about as she + masturbates. She will learn to be efficient in masturbation of her + asshole as well as her cunt and will even learn to climax merely from + the stimulation of her nipples. Often her MASTER will require her to + vocally share her fantasies with himself or others as she plays with + her body and will expect complete honesty and candor at all times, + even if her openess results in punishment for the slave. + + The slave will often be sent to her room to masturbate by the + MASTER, and when such an event has occured she will perform any and + all tasks her MASTER requests her to perform during the masturbation. + + The slave will inform her MASTER not only of every + masturbatory act she performs but also of the dirty, filthy thoughts + she thinks as she masturbates. + + In addition to masturbating herself for her MASTER'S + pleasure, the slave will masturbate other men or women or animals at + her MASTER'S request. + + d. Rules concerning sex with her MASTER + + The slave will of course engage in sex with her MASTER + at his command whenever or wherever he may choose. There will be no + type or quantity of sex in which the slave will refuse to + participate, nor will she complain about any sexual request her + MASTER makes of her, under threat of punishment. + + The slave will be allowed to climax only when her + MASTER chooses, but may beg for such relief at any time. + + The slave will take cum from her MASTER whenever she + has been informed that he has cum to dump, and will of course assume + any and all required positions he has instructed her to assume for + the purpose of receiving his ejaculate. Unless otherwise instructed + by her MASTER, the cum he spills into her body will be retained there + until her normal bodily functions eliminate it. + + "Sexual relations" with respect to activities with her + MASTER may include anything and everything her MASTER chooses to + include. The slave should understand that the term includes but is + not limited to fucking, sucking, hunching, display, masturbation, + performing, bondage, discipline, punishment, eating, being fed, being + washed, enema's, douche's, the elimination of body wastes, posing for + nude pictures, the positioning of her body, and the wearing of + clothes. + + e. Rules concerning sexual relations with others + + The slave should understand that her MASTER will always be + the one to decide whether or not she has sex with others. Under no + circumstance should the slave assume that because she is a slut slave + that she will be able to have sex with anyone other than her MASTER. + By the same token, she should never assume that she will not have sex + with other people of both sexes. The decision is totally that of her + MASTER at all times, and although the slave may and surely will beg + at times to be allowed to fuck others or to eat juicy pussies, she + must accept the fact that such begging will not automatically result + in her wishes being granted. She may expect no predictability with + respect to her wishes being granted, for to do so would deny both the + slut and the MASTER of the excitement connected with surprise. + Therefore the slave should never fail to beg for a relationship with + another person if she desires it, regardless of the fact that often + such begging will result in the punishment of the slave. + + Should the slave ever engage in a sexual relationship + with anyone of either sex without the expressed permission of her + MASTER, she will automatically lose all status as his slave and will + be subject to the most extreme disciplinary measures, including but + not limited to the expulsion from the MASTER'S home and the + possiblity of the complete and total divulgence of her past + experiences with her MASTER. + + f. Rules concerning sexual relations with animals + + The slave may rest assured that her MASTER will never + require her to do anything which might be harmful to her in any way. + She may also take confidence in the knowledge that her MASTER will + pay particular attention to the wishes of the wife with respect to + this most unusual of sexual practices. It is doubtful that the + MASTER would ever wish to involve his slave with animals in any way, + and he as included this section merely to cover the fantasizing of + sharing his slave with animals which is something which from time to + time he may choose to do. The slave is encouraged to play along with + her MASTER whenever possible in this regard and to voice any + displeasure she may associate with such fantasies as the wife rather + than as the slave. At no time may the slave fuck or suck an animal + without her MASTER'S permission. + + + + COURSE CHAPTER SEVEN + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part Two: Training + + + A: The Importance of the Trained Slave + + Once embarked on by two people the MASTER/slave relationship + is not something which is easily ended. When properly approached by + both parties there should be no need for an end to a relationship of + this type. To assure that longevity is a part both of the marriage + and of the MASTER/slave relationship, both the MASTER and the slave + must take their roles seriously. While the MASTER must always be + sensitive to the ultimate goals of the relationship, the slave must + be willing to submit to his training in order to assure the + accomplishment of those goals. For her to fail to submit or to apply + herself fully to the training he supplies is to doom the + relationship. The well trained slave will find herself growing in + all areas of her life and will find her ability to please her MASTER + constantly enhanced. This will result in a more rewarding life for + herself as her MASTER directs them toward their goals. + + B: The Goal of the Training Process + + An athlete who trains trains for several reasons. He trains to + condition his body and to prepare it to do the things he will have to + call on it to do during the performance of his assigned tasks. He + trains to condition his mind, in order that his attitude and mental + concentration will be at their peaks when he needs them to be. He + trains in order to be able to compete with others who would like to + have his position on the team or those on the opposing team that it + is his challenge to beat. + So it is with the slave. She must train in order to condition + her body to allow it to do the things her MASTER will require it to + do. She must train in order to condition her mind to have the proper + mental attitude and concentration to be able to fulfil her role as + the slave. She must train her body in order to continually be able + to please her MASTER more than others who might like to have her + position as his slave. + The goal of the training process is then to allow the slave to + both learn the necessary things which she must learn in order to + please her MASTER, and to condition herself mentally and physically + in order to carry out his commands. + + C: Training Techniques + + One who applies himself or herself to a study of successful + people in any walk of life will discover that there are two major + areas where much emphasis was placed by those people at all times. + Those two areas are Attitude and Emphasis on the Fundamentals. + The well trained slave will also find that much of her training + is in those two areas. Techniques will be chosen by her MASTER + because of their ability to create or maintain the proper attitude, + and they will be chosen because of their ability to assure the proper + performance of the fundamental tasks of slavery. + The creative MASTER will always endeavor to use techniques which + will keep the training of his slave an exciting process for both the + slave and the MASTER. Many of the things he requires the slave to do + will be repetitious in nature, but he will require that repetition in + such a way as to eliminate the boredom which might otherwise + accompany it. As an example, the ability to perform a pleasing hand + job requires a degree of competence with respect to both physical + dexterity and the proper attitude. To assure the proper degree of + physical dexterity in the muscles of the hand a certain amount of + repetition is required. Too much repetition of that act however + would almost certainly result in boredom by the slave which would + affect her attitude, resulting in an undesired level of performance. + The challenge then to the MASTER, is to provide for enough variety in + terms of times and situations that his slave is able to stay in + condition but at the same time continue to approach that act with + enthusiasm and patience. + One technique which the MASTER will find useful is the + technique of witholding information from the slave concerning + activities in which she will be involved until just prior to their + occurance. He may of course hint at certain activities to make the + slave wonder, or even at times worry, but he must always feel free to + lead the slave in one direction mentally and to require her + performance in another direction physically. Such flexibility will + result in the element of surprise which in the realm of sexual + relations is often quite an aphrodisiac in itself. + At other times the reverse technique will be employed. The + MASTER will give the slave notice well in advance that a certain + performance will be required of her and will allow her excitement + concerning the event to grow bit by bit, insuring that her attitude + will be good by the time the performance is required. + The MASTER will at times require the slave to write in her own + handwriting various and sundry sentences which refer to either her + level of submissiveness to him or to actions which she will be + admitting a desire to perform. This will be done in a repetitive + fashion and the impact on the mental preparedness of the slave to + carry out that action or to submit to a proper degree will be + enhanced. + Another often used technique will be the reinforcement of the + specialness of the MASTER/slave relationship. By allowing the slave + to consider what those who do not have a similar relationship are + missing, or allowing her to see the happiness of others who enjoy + similar things, the slave will continually value what she has in her + relationship to her MASTER, assuring the proper attitude. This may + be done through the use of books, video tapes, or the observance of + others in real life situations. + Another technique which the MASTER may find helpful is the act + of giving the slave assignments to complete for him by a certain + date. These assignments might include the study of a particular type + of sexual encounter in both written material and film, or the + questioning of her friends concerning their experience and interest + in certain types of sexual behavior. A slave has been having an + attitude problem with respect to anal sex, for example might be + assigned to study the possible physical dangers of engaging in anal + sex, or might be required to question a certain number of her female + friends concerning their enjoyment or lack of enjoyment with respect + to that sex act. Should the study result in the slave being less + interested in some particular area , the MASTER may of course choose + to require the slave to repeat the assignment until the proper + attitude is obtained. (The MASTER will be reminded here however of + the old axioms about beating dead horses and leading them to + water...or is it vice versa?) Seriously, the slave and her MASTER + should both endeavor to keep an open mind about any activity in which + they have an interest and should both be willing to study the history + of and the future of such activities as it might relate to their + relationship. + + + D: Codes for the Slave + + As mentioned earlier in the training material there will be + numerous occasions when the MASTER and slave will communicate via + coded messages of various types. The number of codes and the variety + which are used between the MASTER and slave will no doubt increase as + they become more experienced in their roles. Generally speaking + however they will be of two types; either spoken coded messages, or + messages given in code by the movement of various body parts in + certain ways. For the purposes of illustration we will describe + these codes as either voice codes, or physical codes. (It should + perhaps be noted here that there may be occasions when written coded + messages will be used, however their employment will with little + doubt be rare enough that we may exclude them at this point.) + Men and women have used coded messages with each other for + years, and our adaptation, while perhaps a bit more complicated at + first, is simply a concrete and spelled out approach which enables + the MASTER and slave to move ahead of others in this area who do not + have a structured approach to communicating in this way. The reader + who doubts such a statement will be wise to consider the ability of + those who have been married for many years to seemingly read each + others minds. It is the proper reading of physical signs and voice + codes to which they have becomed accustomed through the years which + makes such a thing possible. Our approach simply allows the MASTER + and slave an enhanced ability in communication in the area of sexual + relations, allowing them to enjoy many things which they might not + otherwise be able to enjoy. The remainder of this section will be + devoted to spelling out some of the codes which the MASTER will + employ and explaining them for the slave so that she might learn + them. + + 1. Physical Codes + + Generally speaking, physical codes will be used by the + MASTER and slave when in the presence of other people to communicate + either desired actions which the MASTER is requiring that the slave + perform, or to enable to allow the slave to communicate her desire to + perform certain actions. The MASTER could for example wish to + require his slave to slide her skirt up higher in order to excite + those others who are present in the room at the time. Or, a slave + might wish to convey to her MASTER that she would very much like to + be the object of a group fuck with some or all of those people in the + room as participants. + The observant reader will at once notice a very real difference + in the two examples given. In the one instance the coded message is + from the MASTER to the slave, and as such is an "instructive + message", or one which describes an action which the MASTER expects + the slave to carry out, subject as always to punishment for + disobedience. In the other example the coded message is simply a + statement of desire from the slave to the MASTER, or a "statement + message" and as such may or may not result in a carried out action. + While both types of messages may be used by the MASTER, the slave + will be limited, of course, to the "statement message". + The following hand signals are codes which the MASTER expects + the slave to learn and to be able to obey at any time. + + a. Hand Signals From the MASTER + + 1. The raised index finger (right hand): This code will + indicate to the slave that her MASTER wishes to allow her to change + from "restrictive positioning" to "relaxed positioning". + + 2. The index finger pointing downward (right hand): + This code will indicate a reversal of the above, that is the changing + of the slaves positioning from "relaxed" to "restrictive". + + 3. Two fingers pointing upward (right hand): This code + will indicate to the slave that her MASTER wishes for her to cross + her legs. A repeat of this code will be an indication that the slave + is to recross them. + + 4. Two fingers pointing downward (right hand): This + code will indicate to the slave that her MASTER wishes for her to + uncross her legs. If the fingers are held together then her legs are + to remain together. If the fingers are held apart, then the slave's + legs are to be spread apart as well. If the MASTER continues to + display this code after the legs have been uncrossed then the slave + will arrange her skirt in such a manner as to allow others to see up + it, either on the sides if her legs are together, or up the middle if + the legs are apart. + + 5. Three fingers pointing upward (right hand): This + code will indicate that the slave is to raise her skirt until the + MASTER stops giving the command. When the coded signal is no longer + displayed to her the slave will stop the raising of her skirt. If + she reaches her waist before the MASTER discontinues the display of + the code she may assume that her MASTER wants the skirt at her waist. + This code may of course be used immediately after the two finger + command resulting in either a raised skirt with legs crossed or a + skirt raised with legs open effect. + + 6. Three fingers pointing downward (right hand): This + code will indicate (right, you're catching on now, huh?) that the + slave is to lower her dress until the MASTER is no longer displaying + the code. Should he flash the code quickly the slave will understand + that her dress or skirt is a very small amount too high to please her + MASTER. If he should continue to display the code, the slave may + assume that her MASTER wishes for her to lower the hem of her skirt + or dress to its extreme lower limit. + + 7. Four fingers pointing upward (right hand): This + code will indicate that the slave is to play with or rub her breasts + with her hands. She will toy with the buttons on her blouse, rub her + hands over her breasts as if picking lint from her sweater, press her + hand to her chest as if she is readjusting her bra, and as she + observes her MASTER continuing to display this code will make her + actions more explicit as he continues to display it. Should he + continue to display the code the ultimate action would be for eht + slave to pinch and twish her nipples and openly squeeze her breasts + until he discontinued the display of the command. + + 8. Four fingers pointing downward (right hand): This + code will indicate that the slave is to rub her legs with one or both + hands. She is to rub her legs to the limit imposed by her hem until + the discontinuance of the code by her MASTER. The ultimate action + here would be if she had been previously commanded to raise her skirt + to her waist and was then commanded to rub her legs, resulting in the + rubbing of her legs all the way to her crotch. In the event that the + slave is wearing shorts while given this command she will rub her + legs always to the limit of the bottom of the shorts during the + duration of the code. + + 9. Five fingers pointing upward (rignt hand): This + code will indicate that the slave is to insert her hand into her + blouse or top for the purpose of rubbing her breasts or tweaking her + nipples. + + 10. Five fingers pointing downward (right hand): + This code will indicate that the slave is to insert her hand in her + panties or under her skirt and rub her cunt. Unless previously + advised by the MASTER this coded command will usually include + permission to finger-fuck herself as well. + + + Continued in Chapter Eight.... + + + + + COURSE CHAPTER EIGHT + + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part Two: Training, Cont. + + D:Codes For The Slave, Cont. + + a: Hand Signals From The Master, Cont. + + + 11.-20. Codes eleven through twenty are codes to be given with the + left hand and are variable in nature, often being explained to the + slave in advance of a particular adventure. For this reason they are + not spelled out in this portion of the course. + + + b: Hand Signals From The Slave. + + 1.-10. Codes one through ten for the slave will be the same + codes as those used by the Master. The slave will display those + codes if at any time she would like direction from the Master, or if + she would like to perform some act and wants to ask her Master's + permission. For example, if the slave-slut is becoming excited and + would like to change from restrictive positioning to relaxed + positioning, she may display the index finger pointing up hand signal + to indicate that desire to her Master. If her Master returns that + same code she will then know that her request has been granted. + + 11.-20. Codes eleven through twenty are given with the fingers + of the slaves left hand and are to communicate the slave's current + state of arousal as well as desire that she may feel at the time. + They are as follows: + + 11. Index finger raised: This code is a simple reminder to her + Master that the slave recognizes that she is a slut. + + 12. Index finger pointing down: This code is a communication + from the slave to her Master that her pussy is wet. + + 13. Two fingers pointing up: This code tells the Master that + the slave would like to suck a cock. If the slave points the two + fingers toward a person in the room after showing them upraised, the + Master will understand that the person pointed to is the one the + slave would enjoy sucking off. + + 14. Two fingers pointing down: The slave who diplays this code + to her Master will be telling him that she desires to fuck. If the + fingers are then pointed to a particular man, the Master will + understand that the slave is saying she would like to fuck that man. + + 15. Three fingers pointing up: This code indicates to the + Master that the slave would like to eat pussy. If the fingers are + then pointed at a particular woman the Master will understand that it + is that woman whom the slave would like to eat. + + 16. Three fingers pointing down: This is an indication to the + Master that the slave would like to be eaten. Pointing the fingers + will indicate who the slave would like to eat her pussy. + + 17. Four fingers pointing up: This code tells her Master that + the slave would like to suck more than one of the cocks in the room + at the time. Pointing the fingers will indicate which of the cocks + in the room the slave would like to take into her hungry little slut + mouth. + + 18. Four fingers pointing down: The slave giving this code is + indicating that she would like to be fucked by more than one of the + men in the room. She may then point to the men whom she would like + to fuck her. + + 19. Five fingers pointing up: The slave is indicating that she + has a very strong need to be used by her Master...that she is hot to + fuck, or needs to be fed cum, or wants to come over and over again. + + 20. Five fingers pointing down: The slave is indicating an + extreme degree of sluttishness here, saying that she needs very much + to be used over and over by everyone in the room at the time and + perhaps others as well, both men and women. She is saying that her + pussy is running wet with fuck juice and that she is admitting that + she is nothing but a pussy eating recepticle for cum who loves cocks, + balls, assholes and juicy pussies. + + + E: Self-Image and Slavery + + Throughout history it has been made clear that those who are + subjected to slavery are robbed of their identity and that their + worth as a person is denigrated by those who subject them to + slavery. In the MASTER/slave relationship however the slave is + choosing to be submissive to her MASTER and both parties enter the + relationship with the understanding that it is only in the area of + sexual matters that the relationship exists. The MASTER does "use" + his slave, but he does so with her permission and always endeavors to + "use" her n such a way that her own needs and hungers are met in the + process. While there will certainly be moments when the slave feels + dirty and used those emotions are brought about only to make the + slave more submissive and to allow her to experience the zenith of + sexual excitement. If at any time the slave has negative feelings + about the ways in which her MASTER chooses to use her and if at any + time she begins to confuse the slave in her with her real and true + identity as a worthy and highly respected and loved person she must + in her role as the wife communicate those feelings to her husband so + that they can be dealt with in a satisfactory way. It is never the + husbands desire to do anything to destroy or endanger the self-image + or feeling of worth of his wife through their mutual participation in + the MASTER/slave relationship. + Just as there are many men who like to think of themselves as + MASTER'S and have no real talent or ability to in fact be a MASTER, + there are also many women who like to think of themselves as + submissive women who are completely unable to assume the role of a + wife-slut. The MASTER is very much aware of that and his + appreciation for his slave's abilities is very great. The wife may + take pride in her ability to please her husband in this way, knowing + that he values this ability and desire of hers highly. The well- + trained Wife-Slut is not just another slave to her husband, but is a + very special extension of himself who gives him the freedom to be + totally himself sexually when with her. Other slaves may have the + potential of being submissive but do not have this ability to allow + him the freedom to be honest and open about who he is at all times. + The obedient slave will always be valued and desired above all others + by her MASTER. + + Continued in chapter nine.... + + + + + COURSE CHAPTER NINE + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part Three: Encounters (The Master and slave together alone) + + + A: The Role of the Slave in Encounters + + It goes without saying that the slave is expected to be obedient + and submissive in all encounters with her MASTER. Her role will vary + at times within the encounter itself. At times she will be required + to be attentive and studious as many encounters will be training + experiences for her. At other times she will be a performer for her + MASTER displaying her body in various ways in order to excite or + please him and ultimately herself. There will be times when the + slave will have to be blindly obedient and trusting and do things + which her MASTER asks her to do even though they may seem at first to + be silly or embarassing or humiliating. + The privacy of the encounter gives the MASTER and slave the + opportunity to try new things and to spend long periods of time doing + specific things which the MASTER may determine need to be done for + various reasons. There will usually be some things which will only + be done in the encounter type situation and often these will be some + of the more elicit and "dirtier" things that the slave will be + required to do. Encounters will often change from a very heavy + MASTER/slave encounter to a tender and loving husband/wife encounter + as well, something which will not usually take place in adventure + situations. + The slave will find that if she allows herself to be as + submissive as possible in encounter situations that there will be + many, many new and thrilling moments for her and that she will find + herself learning to "fly" ever higher and higher. The slave is also + granted more freedom in slipping in and out of the slave role in + encounter situations and may enjoy the freedom of discussing various + things at times as the wife rather than simply as the slave. + + B: The Role of the MASTER In Encounters + + The MASTER will view encounters as special times between him + and his slave. He will endeavor to use the time wisely in order to + help his slave learn more about who she is sexually. He will use + this time to train her in the various things which she needs to know + in order to be a more pleasing slave. He will delight in the + enjoyment of her body and mind as she performs for her and + demonstrates what she has learned in previous training sessions. He + will critique her performances and offer alternative approaches where + necessary to improve them. + The MASTER will at all times be patient and understanding and + will dominate his slave in such a way in encounters that she will + grow through successes. He must never fail to provide the leadership + which his slave requires nor may he tire in being creative and + demanding as he puts her through her paces. + While the MASTER may also feel free to slip out of the MASTER + role and be simply the husband, he must be able to be firm enough to + discipline when discipline is called for and to punish when + punishment is called for. + The MASTER must always be in total control of his emotions and + his mind when in encounters with his slave. Her emotional and + physical safety must always be his major concern and he must never to + anything to endanger her in any way. The use of alcohol and drugs + when in encounters with his slave is prohibited except in very small + quantities as those substances could impair the MASTER'S abilities + and or judgement. Anger must also be controlled and the husband + should never participate in a MASTER/slave encounter with his wife + when he is truly angry at her. This is not to say that the couple + may not or should not have sex under such circumstances, but that the + MASTER/slave enounters should not be participated in at those times. + In short, the MASTER must be truly and completely in control of + himself before he can effectively control his slave. + The MASTER must provide leadership at all times in encounters, + but must also be able to "tune in" to the slave's state of arrousal + and mental and emotional state as well. All activities will be + guided by his reading of her condition at each stage of the encounter + and he must always be alert to changes in that condition as the + encounter continues. He must end any encounter which seems to be in + any way endangering the slave in any way. + + C: Announcing An Encounter + + The MASTER will at all times inform his slave that a + MASTER/slave encounter is about to take place. He will not assume + that she is aware that such an encounter is about to happen or has + been planned by the MASTER. While he does not have to formally + announce an encounter in so many words, the MASTER must give the + slave sufficient instruction for her to understand implicitly that + such an even is occuring. This may be done through coded messages or + through written or spoken commands which will indicate to the wife + that she is being led into an encounter. The well-trained slave will + recognize many phrases or commands that will indicate the beginning + of an encounter. If at any time there is any doubt about an + encounter beginning, both parties will assume the obligation of + clearing up any doubts or questions which may exist. The MASTER is + of course not limited to any particular time or place for encounters + and is not required to give any advance notice of any kind. + + D: Requesting An Encounter + + The slave may request encounters when she so desires. She is + free to make such requests in any manner she chooses as long as she + does not expose her MASTER to any potential embarassment in doing + so. At no time will the slave request an encounter vocally in the + presence of others in such a way that they can hear her request. She + may do so through coded messages of various types or by asking her + MASTER to join her in a more private area first. + The slave must realize that simply requesting an encounter is no + guarantee that one will be granted. She may of course beg and plead + for such an encounter as well as offer to do various and sundry + things for her MASTER if he will grant her wish. All requests will + be done in a submissive way, and often will include the positioning + mentioned in earlier portions of this course. The slave will learn + the proper phrases and ways to ask her MASTER for an encounter and + will use the proper approaches at all times. + The slave must remember that there will be times when the MASTER + will require the slave to abstain from being satisfied in order to + discipline and train her. At such times he will not be able to grant + her wish for an encounter and though she may feel extreme + disappointment, she must always accept his leadership and patiently + wait until such time as her MASTER decides to use her once again. + + Continued in Chapter Ten..... + + + + + COURSE CHAPTER TEN + + The Wife-Slut Course + + Part Four: Adventures (The MASTER and slave in public) + + + A: The Role of the Slave in Adventures + + A public outing may or may not be an adventure for the slave. + Often the slave will understand in advance that such an outing is to + be an adventure, at other times she will find out after the outing + has begun that it is to be an adventure. Once the slave is aware + that she is involved in an adventure she will obey her MASTER in + every way. If for some reason she is unable to obey she must + indicate to her MASTER the reason for her failure. If the reason is + not acceptable to her MASTER the slave may expect punishment for her + failure to be obedient. Any very real and serious desire to be + excused from the adventure should be made clear to the MASTER in a + private communication so as to allow the MASTER to terminate it as + easily as possible. + Since adventures imply the presence of others, the slave will + understand that other men and women who may or may not be strangers + to her will be involved in some sexual way with she and her MASTER. + At times this involvement will be passive on their part, i.e. they + may not be aware that there is an adventure occuring and may simply + be observers of whatever the MASTER requires of his slave. They may + see her raising her skirt higher, for example, but may have no + knowledge that her MASTER has directed her to raise it. At other + times they may be very actively involved in the adventure with full + knowledge that the slave is obeying her MASTER. An example of this + type of adventure might be a situation in which her MASTER commands + her vocally to suck all the men in the group off. + The slave must be alert to the situation as it exists at the + moment and conduct herself in such a manner as to keep the adventure + within the bounds prescribed by her MASTER. If the other parties are + passively involved, the slave must not allow them to become actively + involved until and if her MASTER allows or demands it. If on the + other hand it is active involvement of the others that her MASTER has + proscribed, the slave will conduct herself in such a way as to + provide for their active involvement. + The slave will at all times react eagerly to the commands of her + MASTER in adventures. It is important that she be especially + vigilant in displaying her submissiveness to her MASTER in order that + his status as her MASTER will be respected by the others in the + group. She will refrain from allowing herself to control her own + body and actions in such situations and will look to her MASTER for + direction as the adventure unfolds. While the slave may express + delight and joy at the performance of others in the adventure she + will direct such expressions to her MASTER rather than to the other + individuals involved. For example, the statement "His cock fills my + slut-cunt very full, MASTER!" is preferred over the statement "Your + cock fills my slut-cunt so full!" addressed to the owner of the + cock. This provides room for the slut to express her pleasure and + for the other participants to feel pride in their perfromance but at + the same time protects and enhances the slave's status as her + MASTER'S slave-slut, preventing any sense of surrepticious ownership + by other participants. The slave who fails to conduct herself + appropriately in this respect will be subject to very severe + punishment and will find that she has limited her future involvement + in further adventures. + + B: The Role Of The Master In Adventures + + As in encounters the MASTER must take seriously his role as + leader and protector of his slave when she is involved in + adventures. The very involvement of others creates a situation where + the slave's condition must be more closely monitored by the MASTER + and where his leadership skills and control may be tested to the + fullest. He will at no time relenquish this control and must stand + ready to take whatever measures are necessary at any time to assure + that he maintains it. + The MASTER will not involve his slave in adventures which could + be harmful or dangerous for her at any time. He will choose those + who participate in adventures wisely and will monitor the adventure + closely as it unfolds to make sure that it is progressing in such a + way as to be both pleasing to his slave and to himself. + The MASTER will be sensitive to the emotions and desires of his + slave in all adventures and will whenever possible allow her desires + to be granted in such situations. While he will be aware of an + sensitive to the needs and desires of others in the adventure, his + primary concern will always be his slave's needs and desires and the + pleasure that the two of them are recieving through their involvement + in the adventure. + At no time will the MASTER involve the slave in an adventure + which he believes can be harmful to her, nor will he allow an + adventure to continue if it appears to have possibly harmful + consequences. When properly planned and conducted no adventure + should ever be followed by feelings of remorse from either the MASTER + or the slave. Any such negative feelings will be discussed openly by + the wife and husband following such an adventure and will be + considered in the planning and execution of all following adventures. + + C: Announcing An Adventure + + The MASTER will indicate in a clear way the beginning of an + adventure to the slave. At times she will be advised far in advance + that an adventure is to occur. At other times she will only be told + at the actual onset of the adventure. This is due to the fact that + there will be times when the MASTER will want the slave to anticipate + the coming adventure and other times when the MASTER will want the + slave to experience the surprise and shock that she is momentarily + going to be involved in an adventure. The MASTER will at all times + be the one to decide how much notice the slave is to have with + respect to notification. + + D: Requesting An Adventure + + The slave may find herself fantasizing about particular people + or situations which she finds exciting. These people or situations + may, at the option of her MASTER, be included in adventures from time + to time. The slave will advise her MASTER of such desires to enable + him to decide if her fantasies will be realized. The MASTER knows + that the slave is a slut and she must not at any time be afraid to + share her fantasies with her MASTER. The well-trained slave will + share her fantasies at all times and will refrain from making direct + requests for adventures with those about whom she fantasizes. She + will simply inform her MASTER that "I've been fantasizing about + Timmy, the delivery boy...I think about what it would be like to + seduce him and fuck him" and her MASTER may or may not then consider + allowing her to seduce and fuck the delivery boy. The slave will not + however say to her MASTER "I want you to set up an adventure for me + with Timmy the delivery boy...I want to seduce him and fuck him". + The slave may be assured that she will have sufficient opportunities + to have her fantasies realized that she will not have to make direct + requests of that nature. Following these guidelines will help to + prevent disappointing situations for both MASTER and slave and leaves + the decision making with the MASTER where it belongs. + The slave may simply request an adventure without specifying who + or where the adventure is to occur. This merely tells her MASTER + that the little slut is anxious to participate in an adventure of + some kind. The slave may as indicated in the coded messages portion + of the course material use hand signals to communicate particular + desires which she may have, but must realize that the decision will + rest with her MASTER at all times. All communication concerning the + slaves wishes for an adventure will be confidential in nature unless + the MASTER directs his slave to express her desires openly in front + of those who are present, in which case the slave will comply. + + + Part Five: Conclusion + + + The very nature of the MASTER/slave relationship and the role of + the Wife-slut makes it impossible to include in this course every + detail of training to which the wife will be subjected. This course + material is intended to serve as a guideline to the types of training + and situations involved in the relationship and to offer in a + concrete form instructions and a general over-view of the philosophy + behind the Wife-slut concept. As the couple grows in togetherness + and in an awareness of each other's needs various portions of the + material may change or be eliminated entirely. + Since the sole purpose of the course is to provide for the + maximum in happiness and pleasure for both parties it should be + understood that there is nothing in the course material that cannot + be changed if it is in the best interest of the marriage. While the + author believes he and his wife can find pleasure and happiness in + this type of relationship, he also is aware that needs and desires + change from time to time, and his greatest hope is that the marital + couple will be able to openly and honestly communicate their needs, + desires, fantasies, hopes, sorrows, disappointments and joys with + each other at all times. + The bonding that such honest communication and caring can + provide should provide for a relationship to be treasured above all + other things. It is this relationship and not any particular type of + sexual activity which is the author's goal and greatest desire. He + pledges his devotion to that relationship and his willingness to put + the good of the relationship ahead of any private and personal goals + which he might have. + + + *---THE END---* + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/wifespk.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/wifespk.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..770f3f9b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/wifespk.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ + + Wifespeak Translations + +Wifespeak English +------------------------------------ +* You want <=> You want +* We need <=> I want +* It's your decision <=> The correct decision should be obvious by now +* Do what you want <=> You'll pay for this later +* We need to talk <=> I need to complain +* Sure... go ahead <=> I don't want you to. +* I'm hungry <=> (a) Make me something to eat. + (b) Stop what you are doing, scrape together your + last $5, and go drive across town and get me + something to eat. -- I don't care if what you + are doing is important. +* I'm not upset <=> Of course I'm upset,you moron. +* You're ... so manly <=> You need a shave and you sweat a lot. +* You're certainly <=> Is sex all you ever think about? + attentive tonight. +* I'm not emotional! <=> I'm on my period. + And I'm not + overreacting! +* Be romantic, turn <=> I have flabby thighs. + out the lights. +* This kitchen is so <=> I want a new house. + inconvenient +* The car is empty <=> Go fill it up +* The trash is full <=> Take it out +* The dog is barking <=> Go outside in your underware and see what is wrong +* I want new curtains <=> and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper..... +* I need wedding shoes <=> the other 40 pairs are the wrong shade of white +* Hang the picture there<=> NO, I mean hang it there! +* I heard a noise <=> I noticed you were almost asleep. +* Do you love me? <=> I'm going to ask for something expensive. +* How much do you love <=> I did something today you're really not going to + me? like. +------------------------------------ +/* in answer to "What's wrong?" */ + --Nothing. <=> Everything. + --Everything. <=> My PMS is acting up. + --Nothing, really. <=> It's just that you're such an asshole. + --I don't want to <=> Go away, I'm still building up steam. + talk about it. + +-------------------------------------- + I'll be ready in <=> Kick off your shoes and find a good game + a minute. on T.V. + Is my butt fat? <=> Tell me I'm beautiful. + You have to learn <=> Just agree with me. + to communicate. + Are you listening <=> [Too late, you're dead.] + to me!? + +-/Vuarnet International/- + 617/527.oo91 + 24oo-16.8k HST/V32bis \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/wmnhood.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/wmnhood.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..14d715bc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/wmnhood.jok @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ + +"The Road To Womanhood" [Matt Groening] + + First pixie cut + First time crossing the street without holding mom's hand + First Barbie + First major Barbie accessory + First time putting on mom's clothes + First mastery of jump-rope + First look at Playboy + First time putting Ken on top of Barbie + First time playing "Doctor" + First explanation of the facts of life + First valentine + First slumber party + First change from anklets to stockings + First cigarette + First training bra + First pubic hair + First cup bra + First major sassing back + First ear piercing + First shoplifting + First date + First base + First French kiss + Second base + First time coming home drunk or high + Third base + Going all the way + First time mom finds birth control + First job + First time not asked for ID in a bar + First abortion + First marriage + First divorce + First realitization that you might not write the Great American Novel by + the time you're thirty + First grey hair + First time called "ma'am" + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/woman.txt b/textfiles.com/sex/woman.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..47c5fb6b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/woman.txt @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ + + Chemical Analysis + + Element : Woman + Symbol : WO + Discoverer: Adam + + +Quantitative Analysis: Accepted at 36-28-36, though isotopes ranging from + 25-10-20 to 60-55-60 have been identified. + +Occurance: Found wherever man is, but seldom in the highly reactive, energetic + singlet state. Surplus quantities found in all urban areas. + +Physical Properties: Undergoes spontaneous dehydrolysis (weeps) at absolutely + nothing, and freezes at a moments notice. Totally + unpredictable. Melts when properly treated, very bitter + if not well used. Found in various states, ranging from + virgin metal to common ore. Non-magnetic, but can be + attracted by coins and sport cars. In its natural shape + the specimen varies considerably, but it is often changed + artificially so well that the change is indiscernible + except to the experienced eye. + +Chemical Properties: Has a great affinity for AU, AG, and C (in the crystalline + form.) May give violent reaction if left alone. Will + absorb great amounts of food matter. Highly desired + reaction is initiated with various reagents (such as + C(2)-H(5)-OH and sexy aftershave lotions.) An essential + catalyst is often required (must say you love her at least + five times daily). Reaction accelerates out of control + when in the dark and all reaction conditions are suitable. + Extremely difficult to react if in the highly stable pure + form. Yields to pressure applied to correct points. The + reaction is highly exothermic. + +Storage: Best results are obtained between the ages of 18 and 28 years. A + short time after this, specimens begin to deteriorate, sometimes + rapidly. + +Uses: Highly ornamental. Used as a tonic for low spirits. Used on lonely + nights as a heating agent (if properly prepared.) May be trained to cook + food, although great care must be exercised. + +Tests: Pure specimens turn rosy tint if discovered in raw, natural state. + Turns green if placed besides a better specimen. Turns blue if proper + reaction conditions are not met. Often shows signs of illogical + behavior patterns. + +Caution: Most powerful reducing agent known to man (income and ego). Highly + explosive in inexperienced hands. Specimen must be used with great + care if experiments are to succeed. Some of this species have been + known to cause confused thinking and varying levels of insanity. + +Note: It is illegal to possess more than one permanent specimen, however, a + certain amount of exchange is permitted. + +\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*-> Nation of Thieves <-* /////////////////////////// +* The Rendezvous -- 600 Megs -- 3/12/2400 -- 11 lines -- (619) 692-3622 * +:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: +* Erotic*City -- WWIV Net Node 6978 -- (619) 528-0322 * +:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: +* 1000's of Bum Fuckin' Eygpt 1000's of * +: Erotic Adult Explicit Adult : +* Text Files 9600 US Robotics Courier HST GIF & MAC * +: 618-277-9856 Files : +*-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-* +: Sin*City -- WWIV Net Node 6969 -- (619) 283-4998 : + \\\\\\\\\\\\\\We Don't Believe In Payin' For What We Can Steal!////////////// + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sex/women.jok b/textfiles.com/sex/women.jok new file mode 100644 index 00000000..597c33e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sex/women.jok @@ -0,0 +1,87 @@ +From crist@cs.unc.edu Tue Aug 1 16:55:22 1989 +From: crist@cs.unc.edu (David Crist) +Subject: Truths About Women + + +(This an original text that I just happen to spout spontaniously at about 3:00am +the other night. Hope you like it. -- David Crist) +____________________________________________________ + +DAVID'S TRUTHS ABOUT WOMEN + +In this world, there are two sets of women: women that you would love to be +with, and women that would love to be with you. THERE IS NO UNION OF THESE +TWO SETS. + +Any woman that you become extremely attracted to will tell you that you are +the best friend that a woman could ever have. + +Being told that you are nice is: + the equivalent to her saying, "I wish that you were my brother." + a curse. + her way of saying that "I hope we can just be friends. + +A Slut is a woman that will sleep with anyone. A Bitch is a woman that will +sleep with anyone but you. All women are Bitches. + +Only beautiful women who are engaged or engaged to be engaged or married or +your mother's best friend will think that you are a wonderful person that any +woman would die for. + +These same women will be completely dumbfounded at the revelation that you +don't go out with a hundred women a week. Much less one. + +When a woman says "No!" she really means "Yes!" -- except, of course, when she +means "NO!" + +Unless you make over a million dollars a year, you must completely ignore and +demean a woman to gain here affection. If you completely disregard her +existence, she'll die for you. + +The degree of subtlety used by a woman is inversely proportional to how +attracted you are to her. If you are absolutely in love with everything about +her, her hints will amount to, "I really like your roommates new shoes." If +you have no attraction to her what-so-ever, she will ask you to come spend a +week with her in the Bahamas. + +A woman will confide in you that she slept with your best friend and that he +treated her like dirt afterwards. She will go on-and-on for hours, until she +builds up enough nerve to ask him out again. + +Every woman that you meet that you are instantly attracted to will be: + Married, + heavily dating the same guy for the 3rd year, + a lesbian + my brother's ex-girlfriend. + +A "Taken" woman will tell you that you are a great-looking guy, but that looks +don't matter anyway and that she'd go out with you if she wasn't already +dating someone. + +"Taken" women are the only women capable of understanding your wonderful sense +of humor, you amazing musical talent, your tremendous sensitivity, and +gracious generosity. + +A Woman will talk to you about a certain guy that they think is a real jerk, +wondering what any Woman would see in him, and then ask you to set them up. + +Women will absolutely drive you crazy and seemingly make no sense. + +Women will confuse you and make you distraught. + +Women are the most wonderful things in the entire world. They are the most +precious element that the world could ever know. Everything from the way +they look to the way they talk to the way the move, walk, sigh, gesture, +dance, smile, laugh, cuddle, squeeze, tease, hug, caress, smell, taste -- is +fantastic. +________________________________ + + +-- +Edited by Brad Templeton. MAIL, yes MAIL your jokes to funny@looking.ON.CA +Attribute the joke's source if at all possible. I will reply, mailers willing. + +If you MUST reply to a rejection, include a description of your joke +because there is 0 chance I will remember which one it was. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf.1 b/textfiles.com/sf.1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..45f6845f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf.1 @@ -0,0 +1,186 @@ + +T E X T F I L E S + +

Science Fiction Textfiles

+

+It's almost a natural progression that someone who was interested in +expressing themselves through computers would show some amount of interest +in science fiction. Science fiction has always tried to push the boundaries +of what people know and think about, and that's kind of what you saw in +BBSes. Usually, anyway. +

+What lives in this directory is commentary about science fiction, some +amateur writing in the genre, overviews of important events in science +finction, and lots and lots and lots of Star Trek. +

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Filename
Size
Description of the Textfile
STARTREKFiles by, about, and tentatively connected to Star Trek
XFILESFiles by, about, and tentatively connected to X-Files
 
2reality.txt 34008
 SCRIPT: Back to Reality, Red Dwarf Series V Episode 6 +
a-hell0.txt 3678
 The Morning After: A Very Short Hellraiser Film +
a-z 197969
 The Results of the 1985 USENET Science Fiction Poll (September 11, 1985) +
acclarke.txt 6925
 Books by Arthur C. Clarke as of September 5, 1988 +
adams.txt 5144
 A Biagraphy of Douglas Adams +
advice.jok 3050
 A Brief Guide on what to do in Science Fiction Situations +
alchemy1.asc 46592
 Alchemy is Alive and Well, by Hans W. Nintzel +
aldissbr.ian 4991
 List of Books by Biran Aldiss +
alien.faq 29736
 Alien, Aliens and Alien 3: Information and Frequently Asked Questions (March 25, 1993) +
alien3a.txt 32301
 A Synopsis of William Gibson's Original Script for Alien 3 +
aliens3.txt 73133
 The Aliens III Script, by William Gibson +
aliensfaq.txt 214920
 FAQ: Alien, Aliens and Alien^3 Frequently Asked Question, by Eelko de Vos and Darryll Hobson +
alt3.txt 1655
 The Plan to Colonize Mars called Alternative 3 +
alt_sfse.txt 17889
 SF and Fantasy Alternate Sexuality Listing +
althist.sf 187795
 The Alternate History List Version 10 - 27 Apr 1992 +
anderson.pou 5273
 Author Lists: Poul Anderson (November 22, 1988) +
apf-6.0 296662
 The Annotated Pratchett File Version 6.0 by Leo Breebaart (August 30, 1993) +
argon.txt 70334
 The Legendary Eye of Argon, the Worst Science Fiction Story Ever, by Jim Theis +
arthuria.lis 47106
 List of Books that have the Arthurian Legend in them by Cindy Tittle Moore (November 19, 1992) +
asimovis.aac 19793
 A List of Science Fiction Books by Isaac Asimov (December 2, 1988) +
asprinro.ber 3159
 A List of Books by Robert Asprin and Lynn Abbey (December 14, 1989) +
asterix.ano 93544
 The Asterix Annotation 1.0 by Ron Dippold (January 8, 1993) +
b5moto.txt 2389
 What Would the Cast of Babylon 5 Drive? by Janis Cortese +
b5quotes.txt 49704
 Collected Quotations from Babylon 5 by Aaron +
baddream 10135
 FICTION: Bad Dreams, by Melissa Taylor +
balanus 19628
 FAN FICTION: Star Wars: The Failure of Balanus by Bill Menees +
bane_of_ 5869
 A Complete Speculation of the Third Episode of Return of the Jedi +
berserke.txt 5693
 The Berserker: A New Class for AD&D Games +
bgsw53 44190
 The Bad Guide to Star Wars Version 5.3 by brandon Gillespie (September 28, 1994) +
birdsofa 4795
 FANFICTION: Birds of a Feather, by Cliff Chen (August, 1994) +
blade.run 33327
 FAQ: Blade Runner Frequently Asked Questions v1.0 (January 1993) +
bladeru1 120805
 Extremely Large Discussion about Blade Runner, the Movie +
bladeru2 5224
 Someone talks about Seeing the Blade Runner Director's Cut +
blaster.txt 2299
 How to make a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster +
booklist.sf 4184
 A List of Occult and Witchcraft Books to read. +
books.sf 193650
 The 1985 Internet Science Fiction Poll Results by Gregory J.E. Rawlins (September 11, 1985) +
boskone3.0co 67052
 Report on the Boskone 30 Convention by Evelyn C. Leeper (1993) +
bradspeech.sf 15066
 Speech by Bradley Denton at Armadillocon 16 +
bsg.sf 25984
 The Complete Battlestar Galactica Episode List +
bulogstr.txt 162389
 Time Line of Space History +
cabinfev 59042
 FANFICTION: Cabin Fever, or "How I Ruined One Man's Vacation" by qIra julIyan +
castle.dat 6862
 ASCII Ground Plan for a Castle +
catscanf.ive 21003
 Bruce Sterling Writes about the Decay of Science Fiction +
cerebus.ano 53267
 The Annotated Cerebus Version 1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cerebus.cnc 81883
 The Cerebus Concordance v1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cerebus.tl 46633
 The Cerebus Timeline v1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cyber90.slf 7502
 Cyberspace '9O: Sci-fi writer William Gibson explores the final frontier: Information +
cyberfaq 25177
 FAQ For Alt.Cyberpunk (September 8, 1994) +
cyberlit.txt 6118
 CyberLit: William Gibson's latest story costs $450, comes on disk, and self-destructs after one reading. By Gavin Edwards (Details, June '92) +
cyberlst 3527
 Knatter's List of Cyberpunk Authors and Writing (September 6th, 1994) +
cybleary.txt 20538
 Cyberpunks, by Dr. Timothy Leary (1987) +
cybrpath.txt 30031
 Cyberpathy: What it's about in SF +
daleks.his 160558
 The History of the Daleks (From Dr. Who) +
drwho_bo 11813
 The Complete Listing of Dr. Who Novels from P. Crossman +
drwho_ep 5636
 List of Doctor Who Episodes by Jim Thomas (March 17, 1985) +
drwho_fa 19347
 FAQ: The Rec.Arts.Drwho Frequently Asked Questions List +
drwho_gu 21939
 Doctor Who Story Guide by Jamie Green and Mark Geary (August 29, 1989) +
earth.txt 2677
 Earth, by Gavin Greene +
elfarmr.txt 4782
 Magical Elvish Armor Information for AD&D +
episodew.sf 5197
 Doctor Who Episode List +
esf1 22655
 Outer Cyberspace, by Bruce Sterling (June 1992) +
eveunplu 10895
 FANFICTION: Eve Unplugged by Steven Han (August 12, 1994) +
fandom.txt 8054
 Welcome to the wonderful world of Tech Fandom Correctness (Sarcastic) +
fantasy 11271
 FANFICTION: David Fantasy #1 by Julianne Lee +
finalscr.sf 34021
 Screenplay for Science-Fiction TV Show I don't Know +
fireball.add 4278
 Creating A Fireball in AD&D +
folklore.elf 10026
 Elves in Tolkien and Folklore: The development of Elves in Tolkien's Mythology (November 25, 1992) +
fordco.hum 10444
 A Conversation with John Ford +
frostbit 77827
 FANFICTION: Frostbite Part I by Peggy Li (September 16, 1994) +
galactic.gui 17067
 Battlestar Galactica Episode Guide (From the Rutger's SF-Lovers Digest) +
gallifre.txt 7433
 The Dr. Who Feature Articles, by Apple Avenger: #2: Gallifrey +
gandalf.gme 4696
 The Complete Guide to Middle-earth / Robert Foster +
ghdeitie.txt 7808
 Deities of the World of Greyhawk +
gibber.txt 12455
 The Anti-Gibbering System Created for AD&D by Reid Bluebaugh (1992) +
gibsonma 34294
 Queen Victoria's Personal Spook, Psychic Legbreakers, Snakes and Catfood: An Interview with William Gibson and Tom Maddox by Darren Wershler-Henry (Fall 1989) +
grenhill.sf 1232
 The Green Hills of Earth +
greyfox 14332
 FANFICTION: Grey Fox, by Sarah Stegall +
half-ogr.txt 1571
 The Half-Ogre: A New Race for AD&D Games +
hand_of_ 80087
 The Hand of Fate by Brendon Wahlberg (Star Wars Fan Fiction) +
hedgehog.txt 4786
 The Hedgehog Song, v1.5 Reconstructed by Matthew Crosby and alt.fan.pratchett +
heinsex.txt 28962
 A Large Robert A. Heinlein Bibliography +
hell0.txt 3274
 The Morning After: A Very Short HELLRAISER Film +
hhgtng.txt 9639
 FAN FICTION: Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy Class Cruiser by Adrian Roselli +
hhgwords.txt 5663
 A Listener's Guide to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy +
histcomp 6456
 A History of the Computer Era on Earth, by Vincent B. Navarino, The Year 2795 A.D. (Alien Date) +
history1.txt 11183
 Milestones in the History of Interstellar Civilization (GOes a little Too Far) +
histry.txt 20889
 A History of Doctor Who's Universe based on Doctor Who Magazine +
hitch.lex 5023
 A Listener's and Player's Guide to The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy +
hnlnbib 71072
 A Selected Bibliography of Books and Articles by and About Robert Anson Henlein +
holoship.txt 33749
 SCRIPT: Red Dwarf Series V Episode 1: Holoship +
hugos.lis 16757
 Listing of Hugo Awards from 1953-1988 +
hugos.txt 7786
 The Hugo Aware Winning Novels and Nominees (1993) +
jewscifi.txt 8918
 Jewish Science Fiction, by Ilene Schneider +
jms1.txt 32677
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 +
jms2.txt 32707
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 (Part 2) +
jms3.txt 28243
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 (Part 3) +
jmsbabylon5.txt 22233
 J. Michael Straczynski Leaves the Babylon 5 Newsgroup (1995) +
klingon.txt 8984
 Klingong as a Second Language from Lynn Van Matre (March 13, 1993) +
laughter.dsc 1756
 The Laughter Monster: A New Monster for AD&D Games +
lich.txt 5179
 How to Become a Lich? (AD&D Information) +
lis.sf 41088
 The Complete Lost in Space Episode Guide +
lisepi.txt 36101
 Lost in Space Episode Fuide +
madalien.txt 2155
 What Would REALLY Happen If Extraterrestials Came to Earth Today +
magicite.txt 37512
 List of Completely Useless Magic Items +
mccoy.txt 1822
 Dr. McCoy's Sayings: "I'm a doctor, not a ...." +
novel.txt 17425
 A Science Fiction BlabNovel-From DATANET Ripped off and edited by The Slipped Disk +
ol.sf 8192
 The Outer Limits Episode Guide +
poll2res.txt 8081
 OMNI Opinion Poll Results: Predictions for 2007 +
ql_0493.txt 48228
 Quantum Leap List of Lists by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
ql_1193.txt 49814
 Quantum Leap List of Lists by Mark Holtz (November 7, 1993) +
ql_drink.txt 9894
 The Official Usenet Quantum Leap Drinking Game (August 31, 1993) +
ql_primr.txt 9032
 The "Quantum Leap" Primer by Sally Smith, 1992 +
rhps.sng 43154
 All the Lyrics/Words to Rocky Horror Picture Show +
rhsongs.txt 24275
 The Rocky Horror Picture Show lyrics by Bloodguard Brin (With special lyrics from "Super heroes" and "Science Fiction/Double Feature Reprise) Lifted from Proton 415-831-3410 and Edited by Bill Pollock a.k.a. Voodoo Chicken +
robotech.txt 45421
 Robotech Chronology (1999-2035) by Edmund K.S. Woo +
rose.1 11869
 Fragments of a hologram Rose by William Gibson +
rphsthea.txt 32001
 Rocky Horror Theater List (October 15, 1993) +
rtech_ch.txt 65931
 The ROBOTECH Chronology reposted and edited by Pat J Conley (November 30, 1992) +
sauron.gme 8066
 Complete Information about Sauron from Middle Earth +
scifi.txt 61964
 Collection of Science Fiction Alternat Histories: (Version 2, May 24, 1991) +
sfmusic.txt 156159
 Science Fiction References in Music (February 1994) +
skeptic.bib 14688
 Scientists Confront Pseudoscience: A Bibliography for Librarians, Fall 1990 +
sng_mst3.txt 58085
 Collection of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 Songs (October 1993) +
sp-1999.gui 13410
 EPISODE GUIDE: Space: 1999 by Chad Fogg from the Rutgers SF-Lovers Digest +
star-bla.gui 15868
 EPISODE GUIDE: Uchuu Senkan Yamato (Star Blazers) Version 3.0 by Jeffrey M. Delano (1991) +
starryst 4963
 FANFICTION: Starry Stakeout, by Rhoda Miel +
swwars.jok 60272
 Software Wars, a Parody Written by Mark Crispin (1978) +
t-damvar.txt 10721
 RP: TORG Damage Variables +
t-drama.txt 5484
 RP: TORG Cards: Quick Reference +
t-drone.txt 3002
 RP: TORG Drone Statistics +
t-guns.txt 9793
 RP: New Weapons for TORG +
t-new-ws.txt 12264
 RP: A New Weird Science System for TORG by the Warmonger, 1991 +
t-planes.txt 7282
 RP: Modern Aircraft for TORG +
tachyon1.asc 21340
 Tachyon Fields by Dr. Hans A. Nieper (The Symposium on Energy Technology in Hannover, November 27 and 28, 1980) +
tachyon2.asc 34080
 The Tachyon Field: Description from 1982 +
tech_gde.txt 102961
 The Complete Guide to AD&D Technology by Reid Bluebaugh (1992) +
theoedip 59440
 FANFICTION: The Oedipal Complex by SciNut (Karen D. Enriquez) +
tilt.txt 19881
 Science Fiction Erotica (Tilt) by Nikolai Kingsley (1995) +
titstard.hum 8695
 Barney Badass' B-Files #4: Whofile #1 +
tolkien.art 1931
 Quick Overview of J.R.R. Tolkien +
troller.dsc 2590
 Some New Monsters for AD&D +
twzone.sf 72960
 The Complete Twilight Zone Episode Guide +
uti-lang.txt 2699
 The Language of the Primitive Planet Zorandar, by Monique Baptiste +
vm-paris.txt 164446
 Instructions to Paris by Night, by Vampire: The Masquerade +
vm_cyber 3729
 What is the Nature of Cyberspace? By Justic McHale +
vm_multi 6877
 Multiple Fiction and Multiple Worlds, by Justin McHale +
watchmen.cro 6548
 Watchmen: A Chonology (1938-1985) by Alan Moore and Ray Winninger +
whitehan.txt 88057
 Discussion of "The White Hand" (Role Playing Game) +
who-slut.txt 31026
 Companion Analysis (Updated: 26 Jul, 1990) by Nyssa ("Doctor Who" Companions) +
whob1.txt 4295
 I Felt Like the Pied Piper, by William Hartnell (Dr. Who Interview) +
whob2.txt 3454
 Dr. Who Indulged my Passion for Clowning, by Patrick Troughton (October 1982) +
whob3.txt 4116
 I saw the Doctor as an Interplanetary Crusader, by Jon Pertwee +
whob4.txt 4691
 I Liked Doctor Who Because it was Fun Fun Fun! By Tom Baker +
whob5.txt 4660
 I Thought I was To Play the Doctor by Peter Davidson +
whobooks.sf 3099
 Complete list of Dr. Who Books +
worst20.txt 19575
 The Twenty Worst Science Fiction Movies, by Brian Rose [76576,3053] +
wrldfant.txt 10637
 World Fantasy Awards from 1975-1992 +
yesterda.txt 6495
 Yesterday's Enterprise and Tasha Yar Explained (March 30, 1992) +

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Science Fiction Textfiles

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+It's almost a natural progression that someone who was interested in +expressing themselves through computers would show some amount of interest +in science fiction. Science fiction has always tried to push the boundaries +of what people know and think about, and that's kind of what you saw in +BBSes. Usually, anyway. +

+What lives in this directory is commentary about science fiction, some +amateur writing in the genre, overviews of important events in science +finction, and lots and lots and lots of Star Trek. +

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Filename
Size
Description of the Textfile
STARTREKFiles by, about, and tentatively connected to Star Trek
XFILESFiles by, about, and tentatively connected to X-Files
 
2reality.txt 34008
 SCRIPT: Back to Reality, Red Dwarf Series V Episode 6 +
a-hell0.txt 3678
 The Morning After: A Very Short Hellraiser Film +
a-z 197969
 The Results of the 1985 USENET Science Fiction Poll (September 11, 1985) +
acclarke.txt 6925
 Books by Arthur C. Clarke as of September 5, 1988 +
adams.txt 5144
 A Biagraphy of Douglas Adams +
advice.jok 3050
 A Brief Guide on what to do in Science Fiction Situations +
alchemy1.asc 46592
 Alchemy is Alive and Well, by Hans W. Nintzel +
aldissbr.ian 4991
 List of Books by Biran Aldiss +
alien.faq 29736
 Alien, Aliens and Alien 3: Information and Frequently Asked Questions (March 25, 1993) +
alien3a.txt 32301
 A Synopsis of William Gibson's Original Script for Alien 3 +
aliens3.txt 73133
 The Aliens III Script, by William Gibson +
aliensfaq.txt 214920
 FAQ: Alien, Aliens and Alien^3 Frequently Asked Question, by Eelko de Vos and Darryll Hobson +
alt3.txt 1655
 The Plan to Colonize Mars called Alternative 3 +
alt_sfse.txt 17889
 SF and Fantasy Alternate Sexuality Listing +
althist.sf 187795
 The Alternate History List Version 10 - 27 Apr 1992 +
anderson.pou 5273
 Author Lists: Poul Anderson (November 22, 1988) +
apf-6.0 296662
 The Annotated Pratchett File Version 6.0 by Leo Breebaart (August 30, 1993) +
argon.txt 70334
 The Legendary Eye of Argon, the Worst Science Fiction Story Ever, by Jim Theis +
arthuria.lis 47106
 List of Books that have the Arthurian Legend in them by Cindy Tittle Moore (November 19, 1992) +
asimovis.aac 19793
 A List of Science Fiction Books by Isaac Asimov (December 2, 1988) +
asprinro.ber 3159
 A List of Books by Robert Asprin and Lynn Abbey (December 14, 1989) +
asterix.ano 93544
 The Asterix Annotation 1.0 by Ron Dippold (January 8, 1993) +
b5moto.txt 2389
 What Would the Cast of Babylon 5 Drive? by Janis Cortese +
b5quotes.txt 49704
 Collected Quotations from Babylon 5 by Aaron +
baddream 10135
 FICTION: Bad Dreams, by Melissa Taylor +
balanus 19628
 FAN FICTION: Star Wars: The Failure of Balanus by Bill Menees +
bane_of_ 5869
 A Complete Speculation of the Third Episode of Return of the Jedi +
berserke.txt 5693
 The Berserker: A New Class for AD&D Games +
bgsw53 44190
 The Bad Guide to Star Wars Version 5.3 by brandon Gillespie (September 28, 1994) +
birdsofa 4795
 FANFICTION: Birds of a Feather, by Cliff Chen (August, 1994) +
blade.run 33327
 FAQ: Blade Runner Frequently Asked Questions v1.0 (January 1993) +
bladeru1 120805
 Extremely Large Discussion about Blade Runner, the Movie +
bladeru2 5224
 Someone talks about Seeing the Blade Runner Director's Cut +
blaster.txt 2299
 How to make a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster +
booklist.sf 4184
 A List of Occult and Witchcraft Books to read. +
books.sf 193650
 The 1985 Internet Science Fiction Poll Results by Gregory J.E. Rawlins (September 11, 1985) +
boskone3.0co 67052
 Report on the Boskone 30 Convention by Evelyn C. Leeper (1993) +
bradspeech.sf 15066
 Speech by Bradley Denton at Armadillocon 16 +
bsg.sf 25984
 The Complete Battlestar Galactica Episode List +
bulogstr.txt 162389
 Time Line of Space History +
cabinfev 59042
 FANFICTION: Cabin Fever, or "How I Ruined One Man's Vacation" by qIra julIyan +
castle.dat 6862
 ASCII Ground Plan for a Castle +
catscanf.ive 21003
 Bruce Sterling Writes about the Decay of Science Fiction +
cerebus.ano 53267
 The Annotated Cerebus Version 1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cerebus.cnc 81883
 The Cerebus Concordance v1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cerebus.tl 46633
 The Cerebus Timeline v1.2 by Alexx S. Kay (November 1, 1992) +
cyber90.slf 7502
 Cyberspace '9O: Sci-fi writer William Gibson explores the final frontier: Information +
cyberfaq 25177
 FAQ For Alt.Cyberpunk (September 8, 1994) +
cyberlit.txt 6118
 CyberLit: William Gibson's latest story costs $450, comes on disk, and self-destructs after one reading. By Gavin Edwards (Details, June '92) +
cyberlst 3527
 Knatter's List of Cyberpunk Authors and Writing (September 6th, 1994) +
cybleary.txt 20538
 Cyberpunks, by Dr. Timothy Leary (1987) +
cybrpath.txt 30031
 Cyberpathy: What it's about in SF +
daleks.his 160558
 The History of the Daleks (From Dr. Who) +
drwho_bo 11813
 The Complete Listing of Dr. Who Novels from P. Crossman +
drwho_ep 5636
 List of Doctor Who Episodes by Jim Thomas (March 17, 1985) +
drwho_fa 19347
 FAQ: The Rec.Arts.Drwho Frequently Asked Questions List +
drwho_gu 21939
 Doctor Who Story Guide by Jamie Green and Mark Geary (August 29, 1989) +
earth.txt 2677
 Earth, by Gavin Greene +
elfarmr.txt 4782
 Magical Elvish Armor Information for AD&D +
episodew.sf 5197
 Doctor Who Episode List +
esf1 22655
 Outer Cyberspace, by Bruce Sterling (June 1992) +
eveunplu 10895
 FANFICTION: Eve Unplugged by Steven Han (August 12, 1994) +
fandom.txt 8054
 Welcome to the wonderful world of Tech Fandom Correctness (Sarcastic) +
fantasy 11271
 FANFICTION: David Fantasy #1 by Julianne Lee +
finalscr.sf 34021
 Screenplay for Science-Fiction TV Show I don't Know +
fireball.add 4278
 Creating A Fireball in AD&D +
folklore.elf 10026
 Elves in Tolkien and Folklore: The development of Elves in Tolkien's Mythology (November 25, 1992) +
fordco.hum 10444
 A Conversation with John Ford +
frostbit 77827
 FANFICTION: Frostbite Part I by Peggy Li (September 16, 1994) +
galactic.gui 17067
 Battlestar Galactica Episode Guide (From the Rutger's SF-Lovers Digest) +
gallifre.txt 7433
 The Dr. Who Feature Articles, by Apple Avenger: #2: Gallifrey +
gandalf.gme 4696
 The Complete Guide to Middle-earth / Robert Foster +
ghdeitie.txt 7808
 Deities of the World of Greyhawk +
gibber.txt 12455
 The Anti-Gibbering System Created for AD&D by Reid Bluebaugh (1992) +
gibsonma 34294
 Queen Victoria's Personal Spook, Psychic Legbreakers, Snakes and Catfood: An Interview with William Gibson and Tom Maddox by Darren Wershler-Henry (Fall 1989) +
grenhill.sf 1232
 The Green Hills of Earth +
greyfox 14332
 FANFICTION: Grey Fox, by Sarah Stegall +
half-ogr.txt 1571
 The Half-Ogre: A New Race for AD&D Games +
hand_of_ 80087
 The Hand of Fate by Brendon Wahlberg (Star Wars Fan Fiction) +
hedgehog.txt 4786
 The Hedgehog Song, v1.5 Reconstructed by Matthew Crosby and alt.fan.pratchett +
heinsex.txt 28962
 A Large Robert A. Heinlein Bibliography +
hell0.txt 3274
 The Morning After: A Very Short HELLRAISER Film +
hhgtng.txt 9639
 FAN FICTION: Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy Class Cruiser by Adrian Roselli +
hhgwords.txt 5663
 A Listener's Guide to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy +
histcomp 6456
 A History of the Computer Era on Earth, by Vincent B. Navarino, The Year 2795 A.D. (Alien Date) +
history1.txt 11183
 Milestones in the History of Interstellar Civilization (GOes a little Too Far) +
histry.txt 20889
 A History of Doctor Who's Universe based on Doctor Who Magazine +
hitch.lex 5023
 A Listener's and Player's Guide to The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy +
hnlnbib 71072
 A Selected Bibliography of Books and Articles by and About Robert Anson Henlein +
holoship.txt 33749
 SCRIPT: Red Dwarf Series V Episode 1: Holoship +
hugos.lis 16757
 Listing of Hugo Awards from 1953-1988 +
hugos.txt 7786
 The Hugo Aware Winning Novels and Nominees (1993) +
jewscifi.txt 8918
 Jewish Science Fiction, by Ilene Schneider +
jms1.txt 32677
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 +
jms2.txt 32707
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 (Part 2) +
jms3.txt 28243
 Compilation of J. Michael Straczinski Postings about Babylon 5 (Part 3) +
jmsbabylon5.txt 22233
 J. Michael Straczynski Leaves the Babylon 5 Newsgroup (1995) +
klingon.txt 8984
 Klingong as a Second Language from Lynn Van Matre (March 13, 1993) +
laughter.dsc 1756
 The Laughter Monster: A New Monster for AD&D Games +
lich.txt 5179
 How to Become a Lich? (AD&D Information) +
lis.sf 41088
 The Complete Lost in Space Episode Guide +
lisepi.txt 36101
 Lost in Space Episode Fuide +
madalien.txt 2155
 What Would REALLY Happen If Extraterrestials Came to Earth Today +
magicite.txt 37512
 List of Completely Useless Magic Items +
mccoy.txt 1822
 Dr. McCoy's Sayings: "I'm a doctor, not a ...." +
novel.txt 17425
 A Science Fiction BlabNovel-From DATANET Ripped off and edited by The Slipped Disk +
ol.sf 8192
 The Outer Limits Episode Guide +
poll2res.txt 8081
 OMNI Opinion Poll Results: Predictions for 2007 +
ql_0493.txt 48228
 Quantum Leap List of Lists by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
ql_1193.txt 49814
 Quantum Leap List of Lists by Mark Holtz (November 7, 1993) +
ql_drink.txt 9894
 The Official Usenet Quantum Leap Drinking Game (August 31, 1993) +
ql_primr.txt 9032
 The "Quantum Leap" Primer by Sally Smith, 1992 +
rhps.sng 43154
 All the Lyrics/Words to Rocky Horror Picture Show +
rhsongs.txt 24275
 The Rocky Horror Picture Show lyrics by Bloodguard Brin (With special lyrics from "Super heroes" and "Science Fiction/Double Feature Reprise) Lifted from Proton 415-831-3410 and Edited by Bill Pollock a.k.a. Voodoo Chicken +
robotech.txt 45421
 Robotech Chronology (1999-2035) by Edmund K.S. Woo +
rose.1 11869
 Fragments of a hologram Rose by William Gibson +
rphsthea.txt 32001
 Rocky Horror Theater List (October 15, 1993) +
rtech_ch.txt 65931
 The ROBOTECH Chronology reposted and edited by Pat J Conley (November 30, 1992) +
sauron.gme 8066
 Complete Information about Sauron from Middle Earth +
scifi.txt 61964
 Collection of Science Fiction Alternat Histories: (Version 2, May 24, 1991) +
sfmusic.txt 156159
 Science Fiction References in Music (February 1994) +
skeptic.bib 14688
 Scientists Confront Pseudoscience: A Bibliography for Librarians, Fall 1990 +
sng_mst3.txt 58085
 Collection of Mystery Science Theatre 3000 Songs (October 1993) +
sp-1999.gui 13410
 EPISODE GUIDE: Space: 1999 by Chad Fogg from the Rutgers SF-Lovers Digest +
star-bla.gui 15868
 EPISODE GUIDE: Uchuu Senkan Yamato (Star Blazers) Version 3.0 by Jeffrey M. Delano (1991) +
starryst 4963
 FANFICTION: Starry Stakeout, by Rhoda Miel +
swwars.jok 60272
 Software Wars, a Parody Written by Mark Crispin (1978) +
t-damvar.txt 10721
 RP: TORG Damage Variables +
t-drama.txt 5484
 RP: TORG Cards: Quick Reference +
t-drone.txt 3002
 RP: TORG Drone Statistics +
t-guns.txt 9793
 RP: New Weapons for TORG +
t-new-ws.txt 12264
 RP: A New Weird Science System for TORG by the Warmonger, 1991 +
t-planes.txt 7282
 RP: Modern Aircraft for TORG +
tachyon1.asc 21340
 Tachyon Fields by Dr. Hans A. Nieper (The Symposium on Energy Technology in Hannover, November 27 and 28, 1980) +
tachyon2.asc 34080
 The Tachyon Field: Description from 1982 +
tech_gde.txt 102961
 The Complete Guide to AD&D Technology by Reid Bluebaugh (1992) +
theoedip 59440
 FANFICTION: The Oedipal Complex by SciNut (Karen D. Enriquez) +
tilt.txt 19881
 Science Fiction Erotica (Tilt) by Nikolai Kingsley (1995) +
titstard.hum 8695
 Barney Badass' B-Files #4: Whofile #1 +
tolkien.art 1931
 Quick Overview of J.R.R. Tolkien +
troller.dsc 2590
 Some New Monsters for AD&D +
twzone.sf 72960
 The Complete Twilight Zone Episode Guide +
uti-lang.txt 2699
 The Language of the Primitive Planet Zorandar, by Monique Baptiste +
vm-paris.txt 164446
 Instructions to Paris by Night, by Vampire: The Masquerade +
vm_cyber 3729
 What is the Nature of Cyberspace? By Justic McHale +
vm_multi 6877
 Multiple Fiction and Multiple Worlds, by Justin McHale +
watchmen.cro 6548
 Watchmen: A Chonology (1938-1985) by Alan Moore and Ray Winninger +
whitehan.txt 88057
 Discussion of "The White Hand" (Role Playing Game) +
who-slut.txt 31026
 Companion Analysis (Updated: 26 Jul, 1990) by Nyssa ("Doctor Who" Companions) +
whob1.txt 4295
 I Felt Like the Pied Piper, by William Hartnell (Dr. Who Interview) +
whob2.txt 3454
 Dr. Who Indulged my Passion for Clowning, by Patrick Troughton (October 1982) +
whob3.txt 4116
 I saw the Doctor as an Interplanetary Crusader, by Jon Pertwee +
whob4.txt 4691
 I Liked Doctor Who Because it was Fun Fun Fun! By Tom Baker +
whob5.txt 4660
 I Thought I was To Play the Doctor by Peter Davidson +
whobooks.sf 3099
 Complete list of Dr. Who Books +
worst20.txt 19575
 The Twenty Worst Science Fiction Movies, by Brian Rose [76576,3053] +
wrldfant.txt 10637
 World Fantasy Awards from 1975-1992 +
yesterda.txt 6495
 Yesterday's Enterprise and Tasha Yar Explained (March 30, 1992) +

There are 158 files for a total of 5,120,252 bytes.
There are 2 directories.
+ +

If you wish to have the entire directory conveniently archived and compressed into one file, please download +either sf.tar.gz (9076033 bytes) or sf.zip (9515356 bytes) instead of all the files separately.

diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/2reality.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/2reality.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..23ac2059 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/2reality.txt @@ -0,0 +1,877 @@ +From: jbrown@tolkin.enet.dec.com (Janet Brown) +Subject: SCRIPT: Back To Reality +Date: 4 JUN 93 12:47:55 +Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + RED DWARF Series V Episode 6, "Back to Reality" + +1 Model shot. Underwater. + +A space ship is on the floor of a sea or ocean. Starbug lands close to +it. + +2 Later. + +KRYTEN: (VO) Mr. Rimmer, sir. We've located the black box terminal. You + should be getting something now. + +3 Int. Starbug. + +RIMMER is talking to the others over the radio. + +RIMMER: Confirmed. Ident details: SSS Esperanto. Ocean seeding ship. + Mission to introduce oceanic life to potential S3 planets. This was a + recon trip. A 3 year check, strictly routine, to make sure that the + amino acid chain had taken. + +4 Int. Esperanto. + +LISTER, CAT, and KRYTEN are trudging around the dark ship while RIMMER +speaks to them over the radio from Starbug. + +RIMMER: (VO) They had been trying some new enhancement technique to + accelerate the evolutionary process. Topped their best projections. + +The camera switches back an forth from group to group as they speak. + +RIMMER: They got 5 million years of evolution in 3 solar years. +KRYTEN: (Whistles.) +CAT: So what happened? +RIMMER: Final entry: routine stuff. They spent the day cataloging and + indexing new life-forms. Then it stops. +KRYTEN: The question which occurs: if this ocean is supposed to be + teeming with new life forms, where _are_ they all? +LISTER: What are you implying, Kryten?! +KRYTEN: No implication intended, sir. +LISTER: Yes there is. You're saying there's some huge damn fish out + there, aren't you? Some kind of gigantic, weird, pre-historic + leviathan who has porked its entire way through this ocean. +KRYTEN: That's one option. +LISTER: Any alternatives? +KRYTEN: None that occur. +CAT: Hey, wait a minute! I've got it! Don't fish swim south for the + winter? +KRYTEN: No, that's _birds_, sir. +CAT: _Birds_ swim south for the winter?! How do they breath? + +LISTER discovers a skeleton in an adjoining room. + +LISTER: Guys! Rimmer, you getting this? +RIMMER: It looks like Norman Bates' mum. + +The others have followed LISTER into the room and now KRYTEN scans the +decayed corpse. + +KRYTEN: Human, male, Caucasian. Cause of death gunshot wound to the + head. From the entry and exit wounds, most likely self-inflicted. +CAT: (Calling out from another part of the room) Here's another one! + +A body is hanging from a pipe, noose round neck. + +LISTER: Two suicides?! +CAT: There's more! + +The group moves on to examine yet another corpse. + +KRYTEN: A male. Oriental. Clearly he has committed Seppuku. +CAT: Hey! Look what I found. + +CAT holds up a fish corpse for KRYTEN to scan. + +KRYTEN: Species: unknown. Similar to Earth haddock. Cause of death: + _suffocation_. +CAT: What?! +RIMMER: (Over the radio) What is it? +KRYTEN: This fish _suffocated_ in water. It voluntarily closed its own + gills. +CAT: Are you saying that this haddock committed suicide?! +KRYTEN: I'm merely stating the known facts. This fish relinquished its + life of its own free will. Damned fool! +LISTER: Why would a haddock kill itself? Why am I even asking that + question? +CAT: Hang five, guys, I'm getting something. (Pointing to each corpse in + turn with his torch) He committed suicide, he committed suicide, he + committed suicide, and the _fish_ committed suicide. There's some kind + of link here I can't quite make out. +LISTER: Hang on a minute, guys. (He sees something, a substance, and + picks some up.) Check this! +KRYTEN: (Scanning) It's an unknown compound. Best guess is some sort of + hallucinogenic venom secreted from a piscine source, not unlike Earth's + octopus or giant squid. +LISTER: This is octopus ink? +KRYTEN: Well, I'm just completing a chemical analysis. (He appears + socked) Err... +LISTER: What? +KRYTEN: (Urgently) Come on sirs, we have to go! +RIMMER: What's happening? +KRYTEN: We have to go!! +RIMMER: Kryten, what's going on? +KRYTEN: Entering air lock. +LISTER: Repressurising now. +KRYTEN: Some kind of sea creature, a life form we have never encountered + before attacked this ship. Its defense mechanism is a curious one. It + secretes a venom, a poison, possibly even a hallucinogenic, which + disfunctions its prey by inducing despair. That's why the crew + members, and even that fish, committed suicide. + + Unfortunately, we have become contaminated. It's a greatly reduced + dose but we may find that we do experience (bursts into tears) moments + of despair and anguish. +RIMMER: What about Lister and the Cat? +LISTER: I'm OK. I don't seem to be affected. (Beginning to break down) + It's true, I don't think anyone ever truly loved me in my entire life, + but there's nothing new about that. +CAT: What's gotten into you guys? This is like Saturday night at the + Wailing Wall! Why is it always _me_ that has to be the strong one? + (Starts to cry also) I mean you guys just fall apart. +KRYTEN: I think we should get back just as soon as we can and then take a + mood-stabiliser. I suggest Lithium Carbonate. +RIMMER: I know that emotionally this probably isn't the news you want to + hear right now but there's a blob on the sonar scope the size of New + Mexico and it's heading your way. +HOLLY: I think our friend the "Suicide Squid" is about to make an + appearance. +KRYTEN: (Over the radio to RIMMER) Where is it precisely? +RIMMER: Directly above you, about 2000 fathoms and diving. +LISTER: Oh, thanks a lot, Rimmer. You know the state we're in and you + have to go and give us news like that. You couldn't have _lied_? +RIMMER: I _was_ lying. It's only 1000 fathoms. +KRYTEN: We're entering Starbug's airlock now. + +5 The sonar scope. + +The blob is moving around without really closing in on them. + +6 Int. Starbug rear section. + +LISTER and CAT are using breathing masks while everyone is standing +around the scope. + +RIMMER: What's it doing? +LISTER: It's trying to figure out what we are. (To KRYTEN) Cut the + power. +RIMMER: This venom -- are we safe in here? +LISTER: It penetrated the hull of a class D Space Corps seeding ship. In + comparison we're a sardine tin. +RIMMER: It's moving. +LISTER: Where? +HOLLY: Down. +LISTER: Speed? +HOLLY: 15 knots ... 16 ... 18 ... +RIMMER: It's diving. +LISTER: Course? +HOLLY: Collision. +KRYTEN: Do we move or stay? +HOLLY: 25 knots ... 35 ... 50 ... +RIMMER: It's coming straight for us. +LISTER: There are only three alternatives. It thinks we're either a + threat, food, or a mate. It's gonna either kill us, eat us, or hump + us. We can either persuade it that we are not that sort of oceanic + salvage vessel or we scarper pronto. +CAT: To be diddled by a giant squid on the first date? Think how we'd + feel in the morning! +KRYTEN: OK, we're going to try and out run it. Holly, hit the power, and + give me manual! + +Starbug lifts off from the ocean bed and starts to move off as quick as +it can. The despair squid is in hot pursuit. + +HOLLY: Change bearing, one zero five. There's some natural caverns about + 3 clicks away. It might give us some cover. +LISTER: (Piloting) That's a yo, Holly! (Changes course) New course in! + +They are approaching the underwater caverns when the creature catches up +with them, driving them down into the ground. + +LISTER: It's hit us! +RIMMER: Look out! + +They impact hard on a ridge, and Starbug explodes! + +7 Computer readout. + + Machine 16 + *-------------------------------------------* + | | + | | + | G A M E O V E R | + | | + | | + *-------------------------------------------* + * Score 4% * Red Dwarf + +Music is heard. + +VOICE: For the last four years you have been engaged in the Total + Immersion Video Game, Red Dwarf. + +8 Int. Game room. + +We see some very hefty game machinery. The entire group is sitting in +dentist-style seats around a central control machine. They are dressed +in overalls and have large oxygen masks over their faces. They begin to +stir. + +VOICE: As with all role-playing adventures you will experience a certain + amount of disorientation on leaving the game. It will be several + minutes before your real-life memories return. So, in the meantime, + please disengage the game-playing machinery and _relax_ until an + attendant is free to answer any of your questions. + + On behalf of Leisure World International, may we be the first to say, + welcome back to reality! + +The masks lift up and allow the group to get out of their chairs. +LISTER's hair is straight and he has a ponytail (no dreadlocks). KRYTEN +has a metal skull plate but has human hands. RIMMER's hair looks like +Dr. Emmet Brown from Back to the Future. + +LISTER: This is a very, _very_ bad dream, right?! + +RIMMER stumbles and is caught by LISTER. + +RIMMER: I'm not a hologram. (Smiles.) +KRYTEN: I'm half human! +CAT: What the hell's happened to my teeth?! + +He has teeth with a gigantic overbite and also a "Pyrex bowl" haircut. + +CAT: I can open beer bottles with my overbite!! + +An attendant appears. He is ANDY and has a very strong Birmingham +accent. + +ANDY: Allright, lads! How you feeling? A bit wonky? Perfectly normal. + You'll be as right as rain in 20 minutes. So, if you could just move + through into the recuperation lounge, I can get things ready for the + next lot. +LISTER: The next lot? +ANDY: Yeah, a very popular game is Red Dwarf. It's got a two year + waiting list. Only got 20 machines. So! How did you get killed, then? +KRYTEN: Some kind of squid. +ANDY: The _despair_ squid?! There's no way that should have killed you! + Why didn't you use the laser cannons? It's obvious! +KRYTEN: Starbug doesn't -- didn't have a laser cannon capability. +ANDY: You twonk! Use the laser cannons on the crashed ... wotsit ... + Esperanto. That's how you get out of it! +RIMMER: _How_ were we supposed to know that, you Brummie git? +ANDY: Esperanto. That's a clue, isn't it? Esperanto -- hope. Hope + defeats despair. Despair -- the Despair Squid. It's a blatant clue, + isn't it? Blatant! If you didn't get that you must have been playing + like puddings! + + Which one was playing Lister, then? +LISTER: (Subdued) Me. +ANDY: Did you get Kochanski? +LISTER: (Surprised) Was I supposed to? +ANDY: Supposed to? That's the objective of the game for Lister, you + twonk! You get separated to begin with and basically it's a love story + across time, space, death, and reality. You must have got the easy + stuff, though! Here, what did you think of the Planet of the + Nymphomaniacs? +RIMMER: The Planet of the _what_?! +ANDY: What, you missed _that_?! Oh, that's a riot! Some people spend + years on that. Which one was Rimmer? +RIMMER: (Smiling) Me. +ANDY: Ohh, he's amazing, in't he? +RIMMER: You can say that again. +ANDY: How long did it take you to suss him out, then? +RIMMER: Ahh, I had him sussed right from the beginning. +ANDY: Really? You found the Captain's message right away?! +RIMMER: (Taken back) _What_ Captain's message? +ANDY: The one that's hidden in the microdot in the 'i' in Rimmer's + swimming certificate. Well, that's the clue, isn't it? Rimmer having + a swimming certificate and not being able to swim! +KRYTEN: That's a clue?! +ANDY: It's a blatant clue, isn't it? +RIMMER: A blatant clue to what? +ANDY: A blatant clue to the truth behind Rimmer. +RIMMER: _What_ truth? +ANDY: The truth to why he is such an insufferable pratt. +RIMMER: That's because of his parents, his upbringing, his background. + The fact that he was never loved. +ANDY: No, no, no. +RIMMER: Yes, yes, yes. +ANDY: No, no, no. +RIMMER: Yes, yes, yes. +ANDY: No! +RIMMER: (Annoyed) What was it then? +ANDY: He was a hand-picked special agent for the Space Corps. He had his + memory erased and was programmed to behave like a complete twonk so no + one would suspect he was on a mission to destroy Red Dwarf in order to + guide Lister to his destiny as the creator of the second universe! +LISTER: You what?! +ANDY: Yeah! You know the bit where Lister jump starts the second big + bang with jump leads from Starbug? +RIMMER: (Incredulous) Jump starts the second big bang? +ANDY: Well, that's the final irony, isn't it? Lister, the ultimate + atheist, turns out in fact to be God! +LISTER: _What_?! +ANDY: It's all in the Captain's message. It's all in the microdot. Hang + on a minute! Are you ... are you seriously telling me you were playing + the pratt version of Rimmer for all that time? For four years?! Wow, + that's a classic that is! That's a classic! + +A new group of T.I.V.G. players arrive. + +ANDY: All right, lads. Which one's Lister? + +One of the group raises his hand. + +ANDY: Right. Got the food bag, bio-feedback catheter. It's all there. + You can start plugging yourself in. Here, whatever you do don't mix + the food line with the catheter, will you? I had some bloke that did + that and didn't spot it for 2 days. Heh heh heh! + + OK, Kryten, in you go, son. OK, Cat, Rimmer... (To the original + Dwarfers) Hey, give us a bit of room here, will ya please chaps? +KRYTEN: Well, where do we go? We don't know who we are -- our memories + haven't returned yet. +ANDY: The _re-cup-er-a-tion_ Lounge. I keep telling you. Blimey! No + wonder you only scored four percent. Gaw, what a bunch of twonks. + +9 Int. The recuperation lounge. + +LISTER: I'm not Lister, then. I'm not me, am I? +KRYTEN: None of us are who we thought we were, sir. This is going to + take some getting used to. +RIMMER: I'm not Rimmer, then? +KRYTEN: No. +RIMMER: I'm not a hologram. (Perking up) I'm not Rimmer! +CAT: Well, if we are not who we thought we were, who the hell are we?! +LISTER: The kind of sad'acs who want to spend four years playing a + computer game. Either we're running away from god-knows-what, or we + have nothing worth living for in the first place. + +A nurse arrives. + +NURSE: Is there a Dwane Dibbley in here? +LISTER: Pardon? +NURSE: Dwane Dibbley? +LISTER: No, sorry. +RIMMER: Wait a minute. How do you know there is no one called Dwane + Dibbley in here? It could be you. +NURSE: (Returning) No, this is right. Dibbley. This is the Dibbley + party. Which one's Dwane Dibbley? + +The camera focuses on CAT. + +CAT: No! No, no, please, no! I don't want to be Dwane Dibbley! + +The nurse finds DIBBLEY's bag with his ID on it, and gets it for him. + +NURSE: It's you. Here are your party's clothes and possessions. The + medical officer will be down in 20 minutes. +DWANE: Dwane Dibbley?! How can I be called Dwane Dibbley? + +LISTER starts going through the case the NURSE picked out. + +LISTER: It's true. It's got your photograph, name, and address on it and + everything. There's an anorak in here! White socks. Nylon shirt. + Plastic sandals. Aertex vest. Cardigan! Oh, and a key to the + Salvation Army hostel. +DWANE: It doesn't make sense! +RIMMER: I'm sorry, but I'm afraid it makes perfect sense, Dwane!! Imagine + a guy with no `elan, no style -- a misfit. Doesn't it just make total + sense that this hapless creature would give his buck teeth to play + someone like the the Cat in a computer game? +DWANE: So this is really me?! A no-style gimbo, with teeth the druids + could use as a place of worship?! +RIMMER: Kryten, open the next one! +KRYTEN: Listen, whoever you are: don't push your luck by ordering + whoever _I_ am around. Because, almost certainly, whoever I am, I'm + not the kind of guy who's going to take any crap from whoever you are. + + So before you start ordering me around let's establish whether I'm the + kind of guy who doesn't mind being ordered around, or if I'm the kind + of guy who gets all up tight by being ordered around by whatever the + kind of guy _you_ are. _Clear_? +RIMMER: All I said was, "Open the next one." + +During this spiel LISTER has grabbed another bag. + +LISTER: (To KRYTEN) Allright, this one's you. +KRYTEN: Oh! Who am I? +LISTER: _Wow_! You're a detective! In the _Cybernautic_ Division of the + Police Department. +KRYTEN: Oh! Golly! Really? +LISTER: Yeah. This is your badge. +KRYTEN: A detective, huh? What's my name? +LISTER: Jake. Jake Bullet. +JAKE: Jake Bullet, Cybernautic Detective. I like that! That sounds like + the kind of hard-living flat foot who gets the job done by cutting + corners and bucking authority. And if those pen-pushers up at City + Hall don't like it, well, they can park their over-payed, fat ass's on + _this_ mid-digit (Extending his mid-digit) and swivel -- swivel till + they squeal like pigs on a honeymoon. +RIMMER: On the other hand, "Mr. Bullet," perhaps the Cybernautics + division is in charge of traffic control. You just happen to have a + rather silly macho name. +JAKE: Oh yes, that's a very good point, sir. I didn't think of that. +DWANE: (Looking at his plastic sandals) Dwane Dibbley? +RIMMER: (To LISTER) So, whoever you are, who's next? +LISTER: I don't want to know. Someone else look. +JAKE: Stand aside! Let the law handle this. + +He grabs the next case. + +JAKE: Hmm... No photograph. Name, "Billy Doyle." + +The group looks at LISTER. + +LISTER: Not necessarily. It's not necessarily me. + +LISTER gets up to investigate the suitcase. + +RIMMER: Billy Doyle. Well, that's a name that came from the wrong side + of the the tracks, isn't it? You can see it all now: a youth spent in + and out of corrective institutions. A string of illegitimate children. + The wife will be all white shoes, no tights, and blotchy legs. + + Has to take up petty crime to cover the court orders for maintenance. + Before he knows it he's standing in a bank with a sawn-off shotgun. + Somehow it goes off. An old lady gets both barrels through a crocheted + bobble hat. All he can do is hide. But where? And then it hits him + -- with all his ill-gotten gains he can buy four years in a computer + game and wait until the heat's off. So ends the Ballad of Billy + "Granny Killer" Doyle. + +LISTER let's out a big sigh of relief and hands the case to RIMMER. + +LISTER: It's yours. +BILLY: What?! +LISTER: It's yours, "Bill." +BILLY: No. +LISTER: Check the ugly mug on the ID then, man. + +LISTER sits down next to BILLY and shows him the ID. + +BILLY: William Doyle. "William Doyle." Good ol' Bill Doyle. You know, + that sounds like a hell of a good name to me! Probably connected with + the Boston Doyles. Old money, blue chip stock. You know, I think it's + all starting to come back to me now. +LISTER: What puzzles me slightly is what a man of such _undoubted_ good + breeding would be doing wearing a coat that smells like an elderly male + yak has taken a leak in both the pockets. +BILLY: Well, isn't it obvious? +JAKE: No, it isn't. +BILLY: _Oh my god_! My name is Billy Doyle and my cologne is "Eau de Yak + Urine." +LISTER: So, who am I, then? + +He gets up again and opens the last case. + +LISTER: Wow! Look at my gear! This stuff's really, really expensive! +BILLY: (Springing to his feet) Are you quite absolutely sure this isn't + my box? +JAKE: Who are you? What do you do? +LISTER: I work for some company -- CGI. I've got a limo in the long-term + car park. +BILLY: Well, clearly you were privy to all the breaks and advantages that + life denied poor old William Doyle here. + +JAKE has found an ID badge that fell of the case. + +JAKE: Sir, I think you should take a look at this. Willy, meet your + brother, Sebastian. + +SEBASTIAN and BILLY check out the ID JAKE has found. + +JAKE: Well, half brothers. Uterinal -- same mother. + +10 Int. Corridor outside the lounge. + +JAKE, dressed in a suit, trench coat, and hat, leaves the room first. + +JAKE: This is a crazy idea. We can't leave now. Our memories haven't + returned yet. + +Next comes BILLY, looking like a homeless combination of Columbo and +Albert Einstein. + +BILLY: We've got to find out more about ourselves. I refuse to accept + I'm his alky dropout, yak-coat-wearing, half-brother. + +DWANE stumbles out next, wearing some remarkably uncool clothes and +toting a thermos. + +DWANE: (He can't get over it) Dwane Dibbley! + +SEBASTIAN is wearing a dark overcoat over some nice, tan clothes. He +saunters nonchalantly until he notices the viewer on one side of the +hall, and stops to look into the newly-started Red Dwarf Game. + +11 Machine 16. Model shot. + +The viewer shows Starbug taking off and crashing through Red Dwarf's +cargo bay doors. + +12 Machine 16. Int. Starbug cockpit. + +The new KOCHANSKI storms through into the cockpit and confronts the NEW +LISTER. + +NEW KOCHANSKI: Are you crazy, Lister? Are you totally nuts? You risk + your own neck and everybody elses just to save my life? You do that + again and I'll kill you! +NEW LISTER: Hey, Kochanski. + +He gets out of the pilots seat, spits out what is left of his cigar, and +pulls the NEW KOCHANSKI close. + +NEW LISTER: Shaarrtt up! + +He holds her tight and starts to kiss her. At first she struggles, but +soon she is passionately kissing him back. + +13 Int. Corridor outside the lounge. + +SEBASTIAN looks away from the observation screen, depressed. He sighs. + +14 Ext. Leisure World International. + +They leave the Total Immersion Video Arcade and enter the car park level. +They pass two posters stuck on a wall. + +SEBASTIAN: (Reading) "Vote Fascist for a third glorious decade of total + law enforcement." +JAKE: (Reading) "Be a government informer. Betray your family & friends. + Fabulous prizes to be won." + +They arrive at the limo, which is covered with a car cover. + +SEBASTIAN: There it is. (He removes the car cover.) +BILLY: This is _your_ car?! +SEBASTIAN: Bay 47. + +A young child runs into view and across the car park, being chased by a +man in a suit. + +COP: Halt or I'll fire! + +The child runs right between BILLY and JAKE while the COP stops and +raises his gun. + +COP: Move, voters! +JAKE: (Grabbing BILLY to stop him from moving) Move an inch and I'll + crush every bone in your body. + +The COP has lost the girl, but he does not lower his gun -- it's an +automatic weapon that looks all too loaded. He approaches the group +angrily. + +COP: You helped an enemy of democracy escape. She was stealing an apple + of the people. +JAKE: (Whipping out his badge in an aggressive manner) Bullet. + Cybernautics! +COP: That's _traffic control_. + +JAKE is crestfallen and turns his badge around to look at it. The +others, sans SEBASTIAN, can't believe their bad luck. + +COP: Kneel, voters. You are under sentence of death. (To SEBASTIAN in + the shadows) Come out of the shadows, voter. + +SEBASTIAN walks forward, arms raised in surrender. + +SEBASTIAN: What's the beef? Did she steal your lunch box? + +The COP finally gets a look at who he's talking to. + +COP: M-mm-many apologies, Voter Colonel. Had I known it was you... + +He slowly lowers his gun, lowers his head, and clicks his heels in a +salute. + +COP: Forgive me. +SEBASTIAN: You _know_ me? +COP: Of course, Voter Colonel. +SEBASTIAN: Who am I? +COP: You... are... Colonel Sebastian Doyle. Section chief of CGI. Head + of the Ministry of Alteration. +SEBASTIAN: Remind me a little. What do we do at the "Ministry of + Alteration?" +COP: You... _change_ people, sir. +SEBASTIAN: In what way? +COP: You change them from being _alive_ people, to being _dead_ people. + To purify democracy. +BILLY: Purify?! +COP: No one has done more to purge the ballot boxes than the Voter + Colonel. +DWANE: So, why has he been away for four years? +COP: (To SEBASTIAN) Excuse me, Voter Colonel, but is this some sort of + test? +SEBASTIAN: Answer him! +COP: The rumour was that you had grown weary of your glorious duties and + had gone away -- in secret -- to renew yourself. + +The child, a little girl, leaves her hiding place and tries to run away. + +COP: Halt!! + +The COP raises his gun and fires a few shots, and then slumps to the +ground, revealing JAKE BULLET, a half-man with a weapon aimed right at +the spot where the COP used to be standing. + +15 Int. Starbug rear section. + +All of a sudden the view switches to an interior of Starbug, where +LISTER, CAT, KRYTEN, and RIMMER are acting out their adventures in the +totalitarian state, unbeknownst to them. KRYTEN is holding a cross-bow. + +KRYTEN: (Shocked) I killed him. + +16 Ext. Totalitarian car park. + +SEBASTIAN: Lets get out of here. In the car! + +17 Int. Starbug rear section. + +LISTER: Get in the car! +KRYTEN: I _killed_ him. +LISTER: We haven't got time for that, Kryten. In the car! +KRYTEN: I _killed_ a human! +RIMMER: In the car! + +They all sit on boxes and trunks in Starbug. They are arranged 2x2 in a +car shape. LISTER is driving, KRYTEN is the "front-seat" passenger, and +CAT and RIMMER are in the "back seat." + +RIMMER: Lookout! Fascist cops by the left and they are armed! +RIMMER: (To CAT) You're hit! + +The CAT grabs his "injured" right arm. + +HOLLY: Hello! For the 3000th time, you're hallucinating! Can anyone + hear me?! +RIMMER: Uh oh, speed bumps! + +They hit the imaginary speed bumps by LISTER and KRYTEN bouncing up +first, followed immediately by CAT and RIMMER. They bounce up a second +and third time over more bumps. + +RIMMER: Chicane! + +They swing left, right, and left again on their boxes. + +RIMMER: Look out -- the barrier. +LISTER: Brace yourselves! We're going through it! + +They crash the barrier, with much bouncing around. + +RIMMER: (Looking back) Motorcycles! Looks like they're carrying personal + rocket launchers! +LISTER: That bridge -- think we can make it? +RIMMER: It's raising! +LISTER: Got any better ideas? +CAT: Let's do it! + +LISTER grabs an imaginary stick shift and goes down a gear. He slams the +"pedal" to the floor. They sway back from the acceleration's "G-force." +The car hits the bridge and takes off. + +ALL: Woooooo..........oooo...oooooo......aaaagh. + +They hit the other side, are shaken about, but are OK. + +CAT: We made it! Nice driving. (Turning around) So long suckers! +RIMMER: (Looking up out the window) Uh oh! Helicopters! +LISTER: Oh, I'm going to have to dump the limo. + +LISTER swerves around a bit, and brings the "limo" to a hasty stop. + +LISTER: OK, come on! Go! Go!! Go!! + +They all get out and begin running around the crates except for CAT, who +sits for a little while holding his "wounded" arm. After looking around +franticly for a moment, he also manages to open his "door" and gets out +to join in the running. + +CAT: Down that alley! + +18 Ext. Totalitarian state. Alley. + +Back in the hallucination scene they run down an alleyway and come to a +halt by a flashing neon sign of a burger bar. Most of the group is +looking back to see if there is any pursuit, but not JAKE. + +JAKE: I killed him. I killed a human. + +JAKE puts his gun to his own head. He pulls the trigger. Click! It +doesn't go off. + +JAKE: Damn! +SEBASTIAN: (Noticing JAKE) What are you doing? +JAKE: It is fundamental to me never to take a life, no matter what the + provocation. I could have stunned him. I killed him. I must + terminate myself. + +JAKE ejects the clip from his gun, examines it, and re-inserts it. He +kicks a bullet into the chamber. + +BILLY: This is a nightmare. I'm on the run from the fascist police with + a murderer and a mass murderer and a man in a {Brie Nidel} shirt. A + flotsam, jetsam, human wreckage, sputum bag who smells like a yak + latrine. And now my best flashing mac' is about to be splattered with + an android's brain. (To JAKE) I'm after you with the gun. +SEBASTIAN: (Voice breaking) Yeah, count me in to. +DWANE: Ditto. +JAKE: But there's only one bullet left! +DWANE: Ah, we could put our heads together and the bullet could go down + the line. + +They all get close together with their heads in a line. JAKE holds the +gun to his head. + +19 Int. Starbug rear section. + +KRYTEN is holding the cross-bow loaded with a bolt against his head as +the group stands in line waiting to be killed. + +HOLLY: Kryten, I'm broadcasting on a higher frequency. Can you hear me + now?! +KRYTEN: Did somebody say something? +HOLLY: You're hallucinating! Put the gun down! +KRYTEN: I think I'm going to put the gun down. +HOLLY: Walk forward three paces! + +20 Ext. Totalitarian alley. + +JAKE: I think I'm going to walk forward three paces. +BILLY: Well, he's cracking up. +JAKE: I've a strange compulsion to pick up this fire extinguisher and + twist the release wheel. + +21 Int. Starbug rear section. + +RIMMER: Have you quite finished being strange? + +KRYTEN has a cannister of Lithium Carbonate in his hands. He puts it +back down. + +22 Ext. Totalitarian alley. + +JAKE: I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what came over me. + +They all put their heads together again, gun at the ready. + +JAKE: OK? +SEBASTIAN: OK. +HOLLY: (VO) You're hallucinating! + +The group of misfits looks startled. + +23 Int. Starbug rear section. + +HOLLY: You're hallucinating! + +The group appears to be snapping out of it. + +LISTER: What?! +HOLLY: I though you weren't going to make it! Welcome Back to Reality! +LISTER: What happened? +HOLLY: You had a group hallucination! Brought on by the ink from the + despair squid. You were about to commit suicide, just like the crew of + the Esperanto, until the mood-stabilizer saved you. +RIMMER: The Lithium Carbonate! +LISTER: What? We would have really killed ourselves?! +KRYTEN: Of course! The hallucinations were designed to induce despair! + To attack the very things we each consider quintessential to our self- + esteem. + + Take Mr. Rimmer: Back there he could no longer blame his failings and + shortcomings on his parents because he shared an upbringing with you, + sir, (Indicating LISTER) his richer, more important, half-brother. + + The Cat lost his "Cool" and life for him no longer had any meaning + because he is so mind-meltingly shallow. +CAT: That's right, superficial _is_ my middle name. +KRYTEN: (To LISTER) And you, sir. You have always prided yourself on + being a good man; a man of moral courage. So, when you thought you + were a mass-murdering butcher in a totalitarian state: despair. + Despair destined to drive you over the edge. +LISTER: (To KRYTEN) And with you it was taking a human life. +KRYTEN: Precisely. +CAT: (Happily) I'm not Dwane Dibbley? +KRYTEN: No. +RIMMER: (Disappointed) I _am_ Rimmer. +KRYTEN: (Sadly) I'm afraid so. +LISTER: So, what happened to the Despair Squid? +HOLLY: I took care of that! Limpet mines -- there's enough fried + Calamari out there to feed the whole of Italy. +CAT: Well, I say lets get out of here. +HOLLY: Flight coordinates programmed. Switching to pilot cooperation + until we hit the surface. +LISTER: Those planet engineers really screwed up in a big way here, + didn't they? Playing god. The evolutionary process threw up a life + force so much stronger and more deadly than any other species -- damn + near wiped out everything on the entire planet. Spreading despair and + destruction wherever it stuck its ugly mush. +KRYTEN: Hmm, that sounds rather reminiscent of a species sitting not a + million miles away from me now. Ha ha ha! (He laughs alone.) +KRYTEN: You probably have to be a mechanoid to fully appreciate that one. +RIMMER: Kryten, no one likes a smart-alec android. Hit the retros. +KRYTEN: We're on our way, sir. + +24 Model shot. + +Starbug lifts off the ocean floor and heads off. + + Credits: + + Rimmer Chris Barrie + Lister Craig Charles + Holly Hattie Hayridge + Cat Danny John-Jules + Kryten Robert Llewellyn + Andy Timothy Spall + Cop Lenny Von Dohlan + New Kochanski Anastasia Hille + Nurse Marie McCarthy + New Lister John Sharian + Associate Producer Julian Scott + SSS Esperanto Director Juliet May + Director Grant Naylor + Producer Hilary Bevan Jones + Executive Producers Rob Grant + Doug Naylor + Music Howard Goodall + Casting Jane Davies + Production Accountant Joanna Birkinshaw + Unit Manager Irene Gibbons + Video Effects Bruce Steele + Jez Gibson + Production Team Nichol Hoye + Mairead Curtin + Camera Supervisor Rocket + Vision Mixer Simon Sanders + Vision Supervisor Mike Spencer + Insert Editor Peter Bates + Gaffer Ron Green + Consol Operator Dai Thomas + Property Master Mark Hedges + Properties Buyer Stella McIntyre + Technical Manager Jeff Jeffery + Videotape Editor Graham Hutchings + Stage Manager Kerry Waddell + Production Assistant Christine Moses + Costume Design Howard Burden + Gill Shaw + Make Up Design Andria Pennell + Nina Gan + Visual Effects Design Peter Wragg + Mike Turner + Sound Supervisor Keith Mayes + Jem Whippey + Lighting Director John Pomphrey + Production Design Mel Bibby + Stephen Bradshaw + + Red Dwarf V (C) BBC TV MCMXCII + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +Guide By Neil Postlethwaite + Heriot-Watt University, + Edinburgh, UK. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK.1 b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK.1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ce0e50c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK.1 @@ -0,0 +1,367 @@ + +T E X T F I L E S + +

Science Fiction Textfiles: Star Trek

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+Star Trek. I should mention that Star Trek is copyright for now and forever by Paramount +Communications, who own not just Star Trek but moral rights on any Science Fiction +with weepy aliens who just want to find their inner humanity they share with the +Federation. Because of the pervasiveness of both the original series that ran from +1966-1969, the many movies, and the three spin-off series that have taken over the +airwaves for the last couple of decades, you can be sure that many, many people might +draw inspiration. Both the BBS world and the later Internet Culture would use Star Trek +as a jumping-off point for fiction, speculation, and bad computer jokes. +

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00star_t.rek 12825
 Large Listing of Star Trek Books +
1stduty.rev 21876
 REVIEW: The First Duty (TNG) +
3dchessr 6777
 The Rules of Star Trek's 3-Dimensional Chess +
acruelun 85052
 Fan Fiction: A Cruel Universe, by Tanya Dean (1993) +
actorsot 44913
 Listing of Other Appearances by Star Trek Actors/Actresses +
adayinth 30855
 Fan Fiction: A Day in the Life of Lt. jg. Ptzzrr Frageilux +
aeia 81574
 Fan Fiction: Aeia, by Lisa Masterman, 1993 +
aftersho 117705
 Fan Fiction: Aftershock, by Amy Raduege (1995) +
agulsrev 39593
 Fan Fiction: A Gul's Revenge, by Stephen Ratliff +
alaq 267537
 Fan Fiction: A La Q, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +
aliens-v 20467
 Fan Fiction: The Aliens meet The Next Generation, by Chet "Cheesehead" Cuaresma +
alleg.rev 7674
 REVIEW: Allegiance (TNG) +
alliance 126915
 Fan Fiction: Alliances, by M. McKenzie +
alternat 26491
 Fan Fiction: Alternate Realities, by Rachel Loss-Cutler +
amattero 78226
 Fan Fiction: A Matter of Gratitutde by David Cardillo +
ameetsd1 25731
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek A Meets Star Trek D +
ameetsd2 16278
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek A Meets Star Trek D, Part II: The Wrath of Spock, by Steve Tonner +
amiga2.txt 15992
 Amiga Trek, The Next Generation 3.0, by Mike Smithwick +
analyz30.txt 12752
 Program Notes for "tlhIngan Hol pojwI'" (Klingon Language Analyzer) +
annota.txt 10432
 Star Trek, the Next Generation Annotated Episode List, by Don Sakers & Thomas Atkinson +
anothert 30918
 Fan Fiction: Turn of the Q, by JoAnne Soper-Cook +
armch3-4.txt 42876
 Star Trek: TNG: An Armchair Guide (June 1991) +
armchr.txt 27666
 Star Trek: The Next Generation (An Arm Chair Guide) by Jim Shaun Lyon (July 1990) +
arrow.rev 14850
 REVIEW: Time's Arrow (TNG) +
ascent 35522
 Fan Fiction: Ascent, by Christina Teresa +
atax 145903
 Fan Fiction: Atax, Chapter 1, by Richard S. Guse, 1992) +
awakenin 124723
 Star Trek: Awakening, by Steven Grimm +
backtoth 86782
 Back to the Future, the Next Generation, by Ryan Mathews +
baptismb 26294
 Fan Fiction: Baptism by Fire, by Mark Kinney +
bartrek- 15499
 Fan Fiction: BarTrek: Picard, Any Card +
bartrekb 35616
 Fan Fiction: Bar Trek II: The Best of Both Bars, by Todd Alan Bobenrieth +
bartreki 29662
 Bar Trek II +
bartrekt 1279
 Promo For BarTrek: The Final Mission +
bartrekw 20808
 Bar Trek:"Who's Afraid of a Virginia Worf?" +
battleof 14736
 Fan Fiction A Battle of the Minds, by Wolff Dobson +
bellyofw 12700
 Fan Fiction: Belly of the Whale, by McMelmon +
bellyofw.p1- 38398
 FAN FICTION: Belly of the Whale, by McMelmon (April 6, 1992) +
best11.rev 13255
 REVIEW: The Best of Both Worlds (TNG) +
bestsell 47595
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek Voyages, by Marc Tailore and James Queen +
betrayal 13156
 Fan Fiction: Betrayal +
betterth 51219
 Fan Fiction: Better the Devil you know, by P.D Hubbard +
biffsbra 6551
 THEY SAVED BIFF"S BRANE PART 6 (THE END !!!!!!!111) +
bios.sf 28942
 Biographies of various Star Trek Characters, from Compuserve +
bizarret 7549
 Bizzare Trek Part 2 +
blackadd 61573
 Fan Fiction: BlackAdderLon 59 (Black Adder, Babylon 5 and Star Trek Combined) +
blkadr59.txt 88141
 Fan Fiction: BlackAdderLon 59 (Black Adder, Babylon 5 and Star Trek Combined) II +
boldlyin 88528
 Fan Fiction: Boldly in Shadow, by Lorna Payne +
bonding.rev 6312
 REVIEW: The Bonding (TNG) +
booby.rev 6746
 REVIEW: Booby Trap (TNG) +
borg.txt 8534
 FAN FICTION: The Hitchiker's Guide to the BORG by Christopher Keavy +
brothers.rev 12616
 REVIEW: Brothers (TNG) +
bubblegu 48463
 Fan Fiction: Bubblegum Trek, by Fred Byon +
cadetcru 37934
 Fan Fiction: Cadet Cruise, by Stephen Ratliff +
cardassi 38275
 FAN FICTION: Cardassian Confrontation, by Dave Learn (May 15, 1991) +
cause.rev 20477
 REVIEW: Cause and Effect (TNG) +
chainofc 66409
 SCRIPT: "Chain of Command" by Greg Knauss and Jason Snell (1992) +
chrono.txt 21282
 Star Trek Chronology, according to Stardates, by Scott Sorrell +
cirttrek 6505
 Fan Fiction: CIRT Trek, by Rory K. McManus (1991) +
civstory 25213
 FAN FICTION: Civ Paper, by Michael Paul Errante (May 11, 1992) +
cloaking.dev 20461
 Discussion of Star Trek Cloaking Devices +
clues.rev 11378
 REVIEW: Clues (TNG) +
collecti 30171
 Fan Finction: Collection, by Catherine Weller +
compend.ium 56271
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Novel Comendium (November 12, 1992) by Ron Carman +
conundr.rev 26389
 REVIEW: Conundrum (TNG) +
cost.rev 10657
 REVIEW: Cost of Living (TNG) +
cruelmer 96787
 Fan Fiction: Cruel Mercy, by Patrick Parker (1992) +
crystalb 27285
 Fan Fiction: Crystal Burning (DS9) by Brenda S. Antrium 1995 +
cupidsph 15836
 Fan Fiction: Cupid's Phaser, by Ron Stein +
danceofc 35095
 Fan Fiction: Dance of Chameleon and Mirror, by Alara Rogers +
darkdawn 278945
 Fan Fiction: Dark Dawn, by B.J. Henry +
darkestd 251407
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek: Darkest Days, by Sean Corbett +
darmok.rev 14643
 REVIEW: Darmok (TNG) +
data.rev 8254
 REVIEW: Data's Day (TNG) +
dataandf 14868
 Fan Fiction: Data and Friend, by Katharine Shade +
datasfir 27248
 Fan Fiction: Data's First Christmas, by Ron Stein +
datasval 12425
 Fan Fiction: The Valentine's Day Party, by Benjamin Hoppe +
deceptio 301630
 Fan Fiction: Deceptions by B.J. Henry +
deep9.bib 32487
 The Deep Space Nine Bible +
deepspac.ep1 38739
 Fan Fiction: Deep Space Adder, by David Gilbert +
defector.rev 9036
 REVIEW: The Defector (TNG) +
deity.int 4364
 Fan Fiction: Deity, by Daniel Allen Prust +
dejaq.rev 9117
 REVIEW: Deja Q (TNG) +
deliveru 67156
 Fan Fiction: Deliver Us From Evil, by Bonnie Holmyard (1991) +
delphi 476298
 Fan Fiction: Delphi, by Suhay Shaunak +
derelict 54977
 Fan Fiction: Derelict, by P.J. Hubbard +
devil.rev 10200
 REVIEW: Devil's Due (TNG) +
dilemma 10947
 Fan Fiction: Dilema, by Alara Rogers +
disaster.rev 9048
 REVIEW: Disaster (TNG) +
doomsday 53272
 Fan Fiction: TNG meets the Doomsday Machines, by W. V. Smith 1991 +
doubleje.sto 54361
 Fan Fiction: Double Jeopardy, by Lisle Brown (1993) +
drumhead.rev 15555
 REVIEW: The Drumhead (TNG) +
ds9-chan 61106
 Fan Fiction: Changes: A Deep Space Nine Story (1994) +
ds9-maam 28621
 Fan Fiction: Ma'am? by Joyce Antrium +
ds9-thec 119511
 Fan Fiction: The Chip, by Glen Johnson (December 1993) +
ds9_paro 7705
 THE RETERN OF THEY SAVED BIFF"S BRANE PART III !!! +
ds9thefi 7105
 HACK-MAN parody: Deep Space Nine -- the First Adventure +
ds9xmas 48924
 Fan Fiction: "A DS9 Christmas" by Jennifer Shipp +
dsn0493.txt 16566
 The Star Trek Deep Space Nine List of Lists (April 7, 1993) by Mark Holtz +
dunethen 91921
 Dune: The Next Generation +
dwarftre 69729
 Dwarf Trek, by Richard Burton +
elizabet 22051
 Fan Fiction: Elizabeth, by Bridget Olson +
emailent 4578
 Star Trek V: The E-Mail Message +
emissary.rev 5728
 REVIEW: The Emissary (TNG) +
enc-s1.txt 72147
 Star Trek: The Next Generation First Season Encyclopedia (1989) +
enc-s2.txt 93106
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Second Season Encyclopedia (1989) +
enc-s3.txt 201033
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Third Season Encyclopedia (1990) +
enemy.rev 8277
 REVIEW: The Enemy (TNG) +
enemy_of 378114
 Fan Fiction: The Enemy of my Enemy, by Johnathan Geld (1991) +
ensignro.rev 11250
 REVIEW: Ensign Ro (TNG) +
enterpri 39058
 Fan Fiction: Enterprized, by Stephen Ratliff (1993) +
episodes.txt 3456
 Star Trek Episodes - Chronological list by air date +
ethics.rev 13724
 REVIEW: Ethics (TNG) +
excalibu 119865
 FAN FICTION: A Trick of the Light: An Excalibur Epic by Wlater S. George (October 20, 1994) +
excelsio.txt 38538
 Excelsior: The Technical Manual, by Brad Wilson +
family.rev 10482
 REVIEW: Family (TNG) +
fantasym 69007
 FAN FICTION: Fantasy Meets Reality, by Jennifer Shipp (May 6, 1994) +
faq-svoy.txt 19215
 Information on the New Star Trek Series (October 29th, 1993) +
fieldofd 95388
 FAN FICTION: The Field of Dreams, by Christopher Walck (December 16, 1993) +
final.rev 10726
 REVIEW: Final Mission (TNG) +
first.rev 20531
 REVIEW: First Contact (TNG) +
firstcon 7868
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek: First Contact, by Niko White (December 19, 1994) +
firstlor 20142
 FAN FICTION: First Lore, by Kate Orman (July 30, 1993) +
fivestar 173646
 FAN FICTION: Five Star Trek, from Matthew C. Melmon (September 17, 1992) +
flashbac 159017
 FAN FICTION: Flashback (DS9) by Brenda S. Antrim (April 22, 1994) +
foolsinh 45483
 FAN FICTION: Fools in hell: Emergency, by Dylan Winslow (January 24, 1994) +
foundout 26436
 FAN FICTION: Found Out, by Craig Levin (May 4, 1991) +
frontier 20362
 FAN FICTION: Frontier Medicine, by Brenda S. Antrim (December 1994) +
future.rev 10622
 REVIEW: Future Imperfect (TNG) +
galactic 103465
 FAN FICTION: Galactica and Enterprise, by Jeff Standish (April 17, 1990) +
galaxy.rev 10064
 REVIEW: Galaxy's Child (TNG) +
game.rev 11202
 REVIEW: The Game (TNG) +
gamespeo 92997
 FAN FICTION: Games People Play, by David B. Mears (1991) +
geigernov.sf 254453
 FAN FICTION: Q and A by Doug Geiger (1990) +
genelett.txt 5632
 A Letter to the Next Generation, by Gene Roddenberry (Star Trek) +
generat.rev 20078
 REVIEW: Generations, from Dreamwatch Magazine (February, 1995) +
generati 22292
 FAN FICTION: Generations 2: Generations Ahead by Anne-Lise Pasch (February 17, 1995) +
ghostsfr 332422
 FAN FICTION: Ghosts From the Past, by Colin J. Wynne (January 12, 1993) +
goy 93930
 FAN FICTION: The Ghosts of Yesteryear, by David Mears (February 2, 1991) +
graduati 269778
 FAN FICTION: Graduation: The Green Chronicle by Melissa Wilson (February 1, 1995) +
greystar 136072
 FAN FICTION: The Bridge of the U.S.S. Resilient (June 24, 1992) +
half.rev 9942
 REVIEW: Half a Life (TNG) +
happybda 40696
 FAN FICTION: Happy Birthday to You from Q, by Ronald Orenstein (1994) +
heavenss 57022
 FAN FICTION: Heaven's Shroud, by Cream +
hellrais.cro 13249
 FAN FICTION: A Hellraiser/Trek Crossover, by Nikolai Kingsley (August 8, 1994) +
heritage 118134
 FAN FICTION: Heritage, by Mr. RL Nicol (November 14, 1993) +
hero.rev 10008
 REVIEW: Hero Worship (TNG) +
hhgtrek1.txt 73476
 The Hitchhiker's Guide to Star Trek, Part 1 +
highgr.rev 7996
 REVIEW: The High Ground (TNG) +
hitcborg.txt 7690
 The Hitchiker's Guide to the Borg, by Christopher Keavy +
hitcborgf.txt 18979
 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Borg, by Christopher Keavy (Full Version, with Author Comments on Front) +
holiday.rev 6582
 REVIEW: Captain's Holiday (TNG) +
hollow.rev 8049
 REVIEW: Hollow Pursuits (TNG) +
homeiswh 133725
 FAN FICTION: Home is Where the Heart Is, by Andres Castineiras (May 11, 1992) +
honoroft 104245
 FAN FICTION: For the Honor of the Empire, by Peter Brown (April 8, 1992) +
host.rev 8489
 REVIEW: The Host (TNG) +
human.rev 10114
 REVIEW: Suddenly Human (TNG) +
hunted.rev 5333
 REVIEW: The Hunted (TNG) +
i-locutu 131921
 FAN FICTION: I, Locutus, by R. L. Nichol (March 23, 1993) +
iborg.rev 19187
 REVIEW: I, Borg (TNG) +
icarus.rev 4749
 REVIEW: The Icarus Factor (TNG) +
identity.rev 9821
 REVIEW: Identity Crisis (TNG) +
ilm.txt 5145
 Information on the Special Effects by Industrial Light and Magic for Star Trek II and III +
imagin.rev 13852
 REVIEW: Imaginary Friend (TNG) +
inf_ds9.txt 4610
 StarTrek Info Lists: Deep Space Nine (May 5, 1993) +
inf_film.txt 3994
 StarTrek Info Lists: Movies (May 5th, 1993) +
inf_tas.txt 2984
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Animated Series (May 5, 1993) +
inf_tng.txt 27671
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Next Generation (May 5, 1993) +
inf_tos.txt 12065
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Original Series (May 5, 1993) +
inherita 67967
 FAN FICTION: Inheritance by Corinne Cullen Hawkins (May 8, 1991) +
inlight.rev 19816
 REVIEW: The Inner Light (TNG) +
int_gate.txt 7635
 Gates McFadden: Smalltown Kid Makes Good, by TJ Goldstein (November 8, 1992) +
int_stw1.txt 20970
 Patrick Stewart Interview on Radio 1 (April 29, 1993) +
int_stw2.txt 20643
 Patrick Stewart Interview on Tonight Show with Jay Leno (October 12, 1993) +
intempor 34006
 FAN FICTION: In Temporal Order, by Mark Hopkins (February 8, 1995) +
julia 35952
 FAN FICTION: Julia, Part 1 by Anthony Tecce (February 1, 1995) +
jumpstar 7543
 FAN FICTION: Jump Start, by Cameron Dixon (January 3, 1995) +
kirk&gra.txt 2826
 Capt. Kirk & The Holy Grail - A Usenet Parody in one act +
klinedit.txt 5553
 Klingons and "Fusion" Klingons +
klinglan.faq 23830
 FAQ: Alt.Startrek.Klingon (December 12, 1994) +
klinglng.txt 15997
 Information on the Klingon Language (FAQ) +
klingon.txt 5565
 Klingon as a Second Language from Lynn Van Matre (March 13, 1993) +
klinlang.txt 98877
 An Introduction to the Klingon Language from the Board Room BBS +
ladder.rev 4235
 REVIEW: Up the Long Ladder (TNG) +
leaptrek 153837
 FAN FICTION: Leap Trek II by Knights (October 6, 1992) +
leastgen.stt 10083
 Star Trek: The Least Generation (Star Trek Parody) +
legacy.rev 10602
 REVIEW: Legacy (TNG) +
location.st 25456
 Star Trek Locations, by D. Joseph Creighton (January 12, 1993) +
loss.rev 9141
 REVIEW: The Loss (TNG) +
lovesick 48761
 FAN FICTION: Love Sickness by Catherine Weller (May 29, 1994) +
manhunt.rev 3868
 REVIEW: Man Hunt (TNG) +
mashtosc 45639
 FAN FICTION: Mash/Star Trek Story by Tim north (July 29, 1991) +
masks 56552
 FAN FICTION: Masks, by Sandra Guzdek (December 17, 1993) +
master.rev 14378
 REVIEW: The Masterpiece Society (TNG) +
masterti 207282
 The Star Trek Master Timeline by Kasey K.S. Chang (April 5, 1993) +
matter.rev 11211
 REVIEW: A Matter of Time (TNG) +
mccoy.sf 1566
 The Complete List of "I'm A Doctor, not a ______" +
megatrek.txt 83187
 Star-Trek, the Megalisting by Lykos +
mementom 105276
 FAN FICTION: Memento Mori, by R. L. Nichol (November 8, 1993) +
menage.rev 7763
 REVIEW: Menage a Troi (TNG) +
mindseye.rev 22440
 REVIEW: The Mind's Eye (TNG) +
minormis 58513
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek: Minor Misdirections, by Tim Huckvale (September 23, 1993) +
mirror-m 37011
 FAN FICTION: Mirror, Mirror: The Next Generation, by Michael J. Montoure (October 28, 1992) +
mirror-m.tng 38059
 FAN FICTION: An Errand of Malice by michael Montoure (September 23, 1990) +
mithrais 24889
 FAN FICTION: Mithrais takes a Q by A. Rex (July 10, 1994) +
monkey.tra 56896
 FAN FICTION: The Monkey Trap, by David Hawkins (April 25, 1991) +
morethan 101909
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: More than Meets the Eye, Part 1 by Sandra Guzdek (August 10, 1993) +
mothersa 36648
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Mothers and Daughters by Julie Pizor +
moviesli 12906
 Star Trek Movie Lists of Lists by Mark Holtz (January 2, 1992) +
mrstroi 1934
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Ms. Troi +
murderon 69377
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Murder One, by Mard D. Shuchat (August 1, 1994) +
music.st 37149
 The Periodic List of Star Trek Music (July 15, 1992) +
music.txt 36100
 List of Star Trek Music +
ncc1701d.txt 487
 ASCII Art of the Star Trek NCC1701-D +
new-outi 53274
 FAN FICTION: Out in the Open, by Sandra Fuzdek (May 27, 1992) +
newgr.rev 10920
 REVIEW: New Ground (TNG) +
nextph.rev 14184
 REVIEW: The Next Phase (TNG) +
night.rev 8092
 REVIEW: Night Terrors (TNG) +
noescape 123382
 FANFICTION: No Escape from Reality, by Terri M. Librande (March 23, 1993) +
notthete 45502
 Not the Technical Manual: Discussion of Star Trek Science +
nth.rev 12364
 REVIEW: The Nth Degree (TNG) +
ntm.txt 57465
 Not the Technical Manual: Discussion of the Science of Star Trek (August 15, 1993) +
nxtnxtgn.stt 22769
 Star Trek: The Next NeXT Generation +
ofspring.rev 8498
 REVIEW: The Offspring (TNG) +
outcast.rev 17385
 REVIEW: The Outcast (TNG) +
parody 46067
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: The Next Degeneration: Where No Sane Man Woul Go +
peak.rev 5607
 REVIEW: Peak Performance (TNG) +
penpals.rev 4738
 REVIEW: Pen Pals (TNG) +
perfect.rev 12901
 REVIEW: The Perfect Mate (TNG) +
pers.trk 20135
 Starfleet Personnel as of Stardate 45944 by Scott Hollifield +
persp.rev 9351
 REVIEW: A Matter of Perspective (TNG) +
places.faq 58208
 Star Trek Locations by D. Joseph Creighton (March 13th, 1994) +
pow_srch.stt 4723
 Star Trek: In Search of Power +
power.rev 15035
 REVIEW: Power Play (TNG) +
price.rev 5516
 REVIEW: The Price (TNG) +
primitiv.lif 61170
 FAN FICTION: Primitive Life, by Barnett C. Hsu (1991) +
qanda.tre 275737
 FANFICTION: Q and by Doug Geiger +
qlue 38344
 FANFICTION: Qlue (or, Man, Do I Ever Need A Vacation!) by Sandra Guzdek (August 14, 1992) +
qlue.txt 38834
 FAN FICTION: QLUE, by Sandra Guzdek (1992) +
qpid.rev 12486
 REVIEW: Qpid (TNG) +
qr_ds9.txt 6244
 Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Quick Reference Guide First Season +
qr_tng.txt 30834
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Quick Reference Guide Episode 1 +
qriosity 29934
 FANFICTION: Q'riosity by Patricia Ann La Ferrara (October 15, 1994) +
quantumq 17482
 FANFICTION: Quantum Q, by Joanne Soper-Cook (February 4, 1995) +
quiz.txt 6546
 Star Trek Trivia Quiz +
qwho.rev 4440
 REVIEW: Q-Who (TNG) +
races.trk 23477
 The Peoples of Star Trek The Next Generation Through Season 5, by Scott Hollifield +
redemp.rev 14600
 REVIEW: Redemption (TNG) +
redemp2.rev 16695
 REVIEW: Redemption II (TNG) +
reins 119579
 FAN FICTION: Reins of Power, by Steven Grimm (April 23, 1991) +
rematch 57288
 FANFICTION: Remate, by Lawrence Wright +
remember.rev 14905
 REVIEW: Remember Me (TNG) +
reunion.rev 19958
 REVIEW: Reunion (TNG) +
revenge 73733
 FAN FICTION: Revenge, by VT102 (March 4, 1992) +
roadless.txt 120526
 FANFICTION: Roadless +
roggalac 121237
 FANFICTION: Enterprise vs. Galactica (May 30, 1990) +
sarek.rev 8697
 REVIEW: Sarek (TNG) +
seas4.rev 6376
 REVIEW: Season 4 of Star Trek: The Next Generation +
season5.rev 25039
 REVIEW: Season 5 of Star Trek: The Next Generation +
shades.rev 6072
 REVIEW: Shades of Gray (TNG) +
shadowsi 10613
 FANFICTION: Shadows in the Mist, by Sandra Guzdek (May, 1992) +
ships.faq 33788
 Listing of Star Trek Sjhips by D. Joseph Creighton (March 13, 1994) +
ships.trk 12527
 Star Trek Ship Index by Scott Hollifield +
silence 666101
 FAN FICTION: Silence, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons (August 31, 1993) +
silicon.rev 12339
 REVIEW: Silicon Avatar (TNG) +
sins.rev 7397
 REVIEW: Sins of the Father (TNG) +
smartin.rev 3158
 REVIEW: Samaritan Snare (TNG) +
spacebat.cro 62563
 FANFICTION: Space Battle, by Jon R-B (May 6, 1992) +
speculat 38484
 The Star Trek: The Next Generation Speculative Chronology Version 1.4 by Scott Hollifield (October 1, 1993) +
st-drink.txt 4108
 Star Trek: The Drinking Generation (Drinking Game) +
st-isop.txt 4651
 Star Trek: In Search of Power +
st-locat 76334
 Star Trek Locations by D. Joseph Creighton (1994) +
st-satnl.txt 20867
 The Last Voyage of the Starship Enterprise (June 1976, SNL) by Michael O.Donoghue +
st-thefi.p1- 41539
 FAN FICTION: The Adventures of the USS Horizon, by Scheetz (October 22, 1992) +
st-timel 19156
 A Star Trek Timeline +
st_a.txt 41184
 The Star Trek TNG List of Lists +
st_b.txt 63665
 Star Trek TNG List of Lists [2/2] (April 1, 1992) +
st_epi.txt 18964
 Star Trek Episode Guide (Original Series) (August 3, 1983) +
st_kzin.txt 14846
 KZINTI (Inclusionary Data for the Star Trek Universe) +
st_nov88.txt 20038
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1988] +
st_nov89.txt 20312
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1989] +
st_nov92.txt 23968
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1992] +
st_pilot.txt 11000
 Pilot Episodes and unaired Episodes of the Star Trek Universe +
st_roman.txt 10109
 ST:TOS Romance/Love List Version 9 by Richard A. Muirden (December 3, 1991) +
st_timel.txt 203290
 The Star Trek Master Timeline by Kasey K.S. Chang (April 5, 1993) +
st_tloop.txt 29105
 Time loops, Yesterday's Enterprise, and Tasha Yar Explained (October 15) +
star-fle.phy 29031
 On the Super-Physics of Sub-Space Communication, Warp-Drive and Matter-Teleporters by Sarfatti and Jason W. Hinson (January 23, 1993) +
stardate.txt 928
 How to Convert to the Stardate +
starsand 49443
 FANFICTION: Stars and Blights Forever (Star Trek and Dr. Who) +
startrek 87484
 FANFICTION: Star Trek - The New Frontier - Xmas Special (December 16, 1993) +
startrek.txt 14851
 The Star Trek Episode Guide by Apple Avenger +
startrk.txt 4061
 Another Star Trek Drinking Game +
stmeetsl 5121
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek Meets Lost in Space, by Uri Lessing +
stratege 92604
 FAN FICTION: Strategem: A Star Trek Next Generation Story, by E. David Jansing (1993) +
stsc.hum 6473
 Some Comments on a Star Trek Script +
sttech.txt 67101
 Star Trek Technology, by Leon Myerson +
sttng1.hum 32881
 Star Trek TNG Block 1 Episode Guide +
theandor 49469
 FAN FICTION: The Andorian Assault, by Andrew Clark (June 2, 1992) +
thegreat.p1- 283748
 FAN FICTION: The Great American Star Trek Novel by Eileen Simpson (August 29, 1992) +
theinter 4600
 FAN FICTION: The Interview, by Dave Schaumann (November 11, 1992) +
theory.rev 12139
 REVIEW: In Theory (TNG) +
theraven 145215
 FAN FICTION: The Raven's Roar, by Neale Davidson (August 13, 1992) +
theretur 68805
 FAN FICTION: The Return, by Howard Chu (1992) +
theunfai 88673
 FAN FICTION: The Unfair Quo, by Neale Davidson (September 4, 1992) +
thewitne 107072
 The Witness, by Kathryn J. Aikin (July 7, 1992) +
tinman.rev 7372
 REVIEW: Tin Man (TNG) +
tms0493.txt 26895
 Star Trek Movie List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
tng-meet 7825
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek Meets the Three Little Pigs by Sharad Gupta (1993) +
tng0493.txt 143086
 Star Trek TNG List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
tngdrink.txt 25446
 Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Canonical Drinking Game, Compiled by Mark Yocom +
tos0493.txt 62081
 Star Trek TOS/TAS List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
toys.rev 8173
 REVIEW: The Most Toys (TNG) +
transfig.rev 7023
 REVIEW: Transfigurations (TNG) +
trek.faq 38775
 The Star Trek Frequently Asked Questions File 9/18/90 +
trek.tng 2941
 Star Trek Drinking Song +
trek.vt 21667
 A Star Trek Episode in VT100 Codes +
trek_gde.txt 75768
 A Guide to Star Trek in Dungeons and Dragons +
trekbook.sf 8137
 Adaptations of the Live TV Series from Bantam +
trekland 65048
 FAN FICTION: Treklander, by John F. Moore III (1994) +
trekmlin.txt 43400
 Frequently Asked Questions about Multi-Lingual Star Trek (December 1992) +
treknolo 66067
 Treknology Rationalization +
trekscip.hum 12047
 Slightly Off-Color Star Trek Next Generation Script +
trekwars 157687
 FAN FICTION: Trek Wars: Part I: Exodus +
tselar 154660
 FAN FICTION: T'Selar, by Patrick Parker (July 12, 1992) +
unify1.rev 18375
 REVIEW: Unification I (TNG) +
unify2.rev 23979
 REVIEW: Unification II (TNG) +
vengnc.rev 5852
 REVIEW: The Vengeance Factor (TNG) +
violate.rev 12774
 REVIEW: Violations (TNG) +
voices.txt 53142
 FAN FICTION: Voices, by Brenda S. Antrim (1995) +
voyager.rev 8233
 REVIEW: Voyager, by Dreamwatch (February, 1995) +
voyages1 47825
 FAN FICTION: Best-Seller, by James Queen (May 21, 1992) +
voyages2 40193
 FAN FICTION: Orion the Abductor, by James Squeen (May 27, 1992) +
w95_trek.txt 4171
 Star Trek Meets Windows 95 +
warp.txt 15362
 Explaining Warp Numbers with Way Too Much Math +
warpte.txt 66478
 Star Trek Technology, by Leon myerson +
warptech.txt 14602
 Some Dicsussions of the Meaning of Star Trek's Warp Engine Technology +
watchers.rev 8311
 REVIEW: Who Watches the Watchers? (TNG) +
weddingr 19590
 Review of a Star Trek Wedding +
workshop 9927
 Review of a symposium held by some Star Trek Writers +
worldoft.p1- 29819
 FAN FICTION: World of Two Moons by Matthew Melmon (November 14, 1992) +
worlds.trk 16870
 Collection of Worlds Mentioned in Star Trek: TNG +
worstbot.txt 44782
 Fan Fiction: The Worst of Both Worlds by Cindy Bell +
wounded.rev 13341
 REVIEW: The Wounded (TNG) +
yest1.rev 9642
 REVIEW: Yesterday's Enterprise (TNG) +
yest2.rev 8768
 REVIEW: Yesterday's Enterprise (TNG) +
zine65.txt 24447
 DATELINE: Starfleet Issue #6 (November 15, 1995) +

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+Star Trek. I should mention that Star Trek is copyright for now and forever by Paramount +Communications, who own not just Star Trek but moral rights on any Science Fiction +with weepy aliens who just want to find their inner humanity they share with the +Federation. Because of the pervasiveness of both the original series that ran from +1966-1969, the many movies, and the three spin-off series that have taken over the +airwaves for the last couple of decades, you can be sure that many, many people might +draw inspiration. Both the BBS world and the later Internet Culture would use Star Trek +as a jumping-off point for fiction, speculation, and bad computer jokes. +

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00star_t.rek 12825
 Large Listing of Star Trek Books +
1stduty.rev 21876
 REVIEW: The First Duty (TNG) +
3dchessr 6777
 The Rules of Star Trek's 3-Dimensional Chess +
acruelun 85052
 Fan Fiction: A Cruel Universe, by Tanya Dean (1993) +
actorsot 44913
 Listing of Other Appearances by Star Trek Actors/Actresses +
adayinth 30855
 Fan Fiction: A Day in the Life of Lt. jg. Ptzzrr Frageilux +
aeia 81574
 Fan Fiction: Aeia, by Lisa Masterman, 1993 +
aftersho 117705
 Fan Fiction: Aftershock, by Amy Raduege (1995) +
agulsrev 39593
 Fan Fiction: A Gul's Revenge, by Stephen Ratliff +
alaq 267537
 Fan Fiction: A La Q, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +
aliens-v 20467
 Fan Fiction: The Aliens meet The Next Generation, by Chet "Cheesehead" Cuaresma +
alleg.rev 7674
 REVIEW: Allegiance (TNG) +
alliance 126915
 Fan Fiction: Alliances, by M. McKenzie +
alternat 26491
 Fan Fiction: Alternate Realities, by Rachel Loss-Cutler +
amattero 78226
 Fan Fiction: A Matter of Gratitutde by David Cardillo +
ameetsd1 25731
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek A Meets Star Trek D +
ameetsd2 16278
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek A Meets Star Trek D, Part II: The Wrath of Spock, by Steve Tonner +
amiga2.txt 15992
 Amiga Trek, The Next Generation 3.0, by Mike Smithwick +
analyz30.txt 12752
 Program Notes for "tlhIngan Hol pojwI'" (Klingon Language Analyzer) +
annota.txt 10432
 Star Trek, the Next Generation Annotated Episode List, by Don Sakers & Thomas Atkinson +
anothert 30918
 Fan Fiction: Turn of the Q, by JoAnne Soper-Cook +
armch3-4.txt 42876
 Star Trek: TNG: An Armchair Guide (June 1991) +
armchr.txt 27666
 Star Trek: The Next Generation (An Arm Chair Guide) by Jim Shaun Lyon (July 1990) +
arrow.rev 14850
 REVIEW: Time's Arrow (TNG) +
ascent 35522
 Fan Fiction: Ascent, by Christina Teresa +
atax 145903
 Fan Fiction: Atax, Chapter 1, by Richard S. Guse, 1992) +
awakenin 124723
 Star Trek: Awakening, by Steven Grimm +
backtoth 86782
 Back to the Future, the Next Generation, by Ryan Mathews +
baptismb 26294
 Fan Fiction: Baptism by Fire, by Mark Kinney +
bartrek- 15499
 Fan Fiction: BarTrek: Picard, Any Card +
bartrekb 35616
 Fan Fiction: Bar Trek II: The Best of Both Bars, by Todd Alan Bobenrieth +
bartreki 29662
 Bar Trek II +
bartrekt 1279
 Promo For BarTrek: The Final Mission +
bartrekw 20808
 Bar Trek:"Who's Afraid of a Virginia Worf?" +
battleof 14736
 Fan Fiction A Battle of the Minds, by Wolff Dobson +
bellyofw 12700
 Fan Fiction: Belly of the Whale, by McMelmon +
bellyofw.p1- 38398
 FAN FICTION: Belly of the Whale, by McMelmon (April 6, 1992) +
best11.rev 13255
 REVIEW: The Best of Both Worlds (TNG) +
bestsell 47595
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek Voyages, by Marc Tailore and James Queen +
betrayal 13156
 Fan Fiction: Betrayal +
betterth 51219
 Fan Fiction: Better the Devil you know, by P.D Hubbard +
biffsbra 6551
 THEY SAVED BIFF"S BRANE PART 6 (THE END !!!!!!!111) +
bios.sf 28942
 Biographies of various Star Trek Characters, from Compuserve +
bizarret 7549
 Bizzare Trek Part 2 +
blackadd 61573
 Fan Fiction: BlackAdderLon 59 (Black Adder, Babylon 5 and Star Trek Combined) +
blkadr59.txt 88141
 Fan Fiction: BlackAdderLon 59 (Black Adder, Babylon 5 and Star Trek Combined) II +
boldlyin 88528
 Fan Fiction: Boldly in Shadow, by Lorna Payne +
bonding.rev 6312
 REVIEW: The Bonding (TNG) +
booby.rev 6746
 REVIEW: Booby Trap (TNG) +
borg.txt 8534
 FAN FICTION: The Hitchiker's Guide to the BORG by Christopher Keavy +
brothers.rev 12616
 REVIEW: Brothers (TNG) +
bubblegu 48463
 Fan Fiction: Bubblegum Trek, by Fred Byon +
cadetcru 37934
 Fan Fiction: Cadet Cruise, by Stephen Ratliff +
cardassi 38275
 FAN FICTION: Cardassian Confrontation, by Dave Learn (May 15, 1991) +
cause.rev 20477
 REVIEW: Cause and Effect (TNG) +
chainofc 66409
 SCRIPT: "Chain of Command" by Greg Knauss and Jason Snell (1992) +
chrono.txt 21282
 Star Trek Chronology, according to Stardates, by Scott Sorrell +
cirttrek 6505
 Fan Fiction: CIRT Trek, by Rory K. McManus (1991) +
civstory 25213
 FAN FICTION: Civ Paper, by Michael Paul Errante (May 11, 1992) +
cloaking.dev 20461
 Discussion of Star Trek Cloaking Devices +
clues.rev 11378
 REVIEW: Clues (TNG) +
collecti 30171
 Fan Finction: Collection, by Catherine Weller +
compend.ium 56271
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Novel Comendium (November 12, 1992) by Ron Carman +
conundr.rev 26389
 REVIEW: Conundrum (TNG) +
cost.rev 10657
 REVIEW: Cost of Living (TNG) +
cruelmer 96787
 Fan Fiction: Cruel Mercy, by Patrick Parker (1992) +
crystalb 27285
 Fan Fiction: Crystal Burning (DS9) by Brenda S. Antrium 1995 +
cupidsph 15836
 Fan Fiction: Cupid's Phaser, by Ron Stein +
danceofc 35095
 Fan Fiction: Dance of Chameleon and Mirror, by Alara Rogers +
darkdawn 278945
 Fan Fiction: Dark Dawn, by B.J. Henry +
darkestd 251407
 Fan Fiction: Star Trek: Darkest Days, by Sean Corbett +
darmok.rev 14643
 REVIEW: Darmok (TNG) +
data.rev 8254
 REVIEW: Data's Day (TNG) +
dataandf 14868
 Fan Fiction: Data and Friend, by Katharine Shade +
datasfir 27248
 Fan Fiction: Data's First Christmas, by Ron Stein +
datasval 12425
 Fan Fiction: The Valentine's Day Party, by Benjamin Hoppe +
deceptio 301630
 Fan Fiction: Deceptions by B.J. Henry +
deep9.bib 32487
 The Deep Space Nine Bible +
deepspac.ep1 38739
 Fan Fiction: Deep Space Adder, by David Gilbert +
defector.rev 9036
 REVIEW: The Defector (TNG) +
deity.int 4364
 Fan Fiction: Deity, by Daniel Allen Prust +
dejaq.rev 9117
 REVIEW: Deja Q (TNG) +
deliveru 67156
 Fan Fiction: Deliver Us From Evil, by Bonnie Holmyard (1991) +
delphi 476298
 Fan Fiction: Delphi, by Suhay Shaunak +
derelict 54977
 Fan Fiction: Derelict, by P.J. Hubbard +
devil.rev 10200
 REVIEW: Devil's Due (TNG) +
dilemma 10947
 Fan Fiction: Dilema, by Alara Rogers +
disaster.rev 9048
 REVIEW: Disaster (TNG) +
doomsday 53272
 Fan Fiction: TNG meets the Doomsday Machines, by W. V. Smith 1991 +
doubleje.sto 54361
 Fan Fiction: Double Jeopardy, by Lisle Brown (1993) +
drumhead.rev 15555
 REVIEW: The Drumhead (TNG) +
ds9-chan 61106
 Fan Fiction: Changes: A Deep Space Nine Story (1994) +
ds9-maam 28621
 Fan Fiction: Ma'am? by Joyce Antrium +
ds9-thec 119511
 Fan Fiction: The Chip, by Glen Johnson (December 1993) +
ds9_paro 7705
 THE RETERN OF THEY SAVED BIFF"S BRANE PART III !!! +
ds9thefi 7105
 HACK-MAN parody: Deep Space Nine -- the First Adventure +
ds9xmas 48924
 Fan Fiction: "A DS9 Christmas" by Jennifer Shipp +
dsn0493.txt 16566
 The Star Trek Deep Space Nine List of Lists (April 7, 1993) by Mark Holtz +
dunethen 91921
 Dune: The Next Generation +
dwarftre 69729
 Dwarf Trek, by Richard Burton +
elizabet 22051
 Fan Fiction: Elizabeth, by Bridget Olson +
emailent 4578
 Star Trek V: The E-Mail Message +
emissary.rev 5728
 REVIEW: The Emissary (TNG) +
enc-s1.txt 72147
 Star Trek: The Next Generation First Season Encyclopedia (1989) +
enc-s2.txt 93106
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Second Season Encyclopedia (1989) +
enc-s3.txt 201033
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Third Season Encyclopedia (1990) +
enemy.rev 8277
 REVIEW: The Enemy (TNG) +
enemy_of 378114
 Fan Fiction: The Enemy of my Enemy, by Johnathan Geld (1991) +
ensignro.rev 11250
 REVIEW: Ensign Ro (TNG) +
enterpri 39058
 Fan Fiction: Enterprized, by Stephen Ratliff (1993) +
episodes.txt 3456
 Star Trek Episodes - Chronological list by air date +
ethics.rev 13724
 REVIEW: Ethics (TNG) +
excalibu 119865
 FAN FICTION: A Trick of the Light: An Excalibur Epic by Wlater S. George (October 20, 1994) +
excelsio.txt 38538
 Excelsior: The Technical Manual, by Brad Wilson +
family.rev 10482
 REVIEW: Family (TNG) +
fantasym 69007
 FAN FICTION: Fantasy Meets Reality, by Jennifer Shipp (May 6, 1994) +
faq-svoy.txt 19215
 Information on the New Star Trek Series (October 29th, 1993) +
fieldofd 95388
 FAN FICTION: The Field of Dreams, by Christopher Walck (December 16, 1993) +
final.rev 10726
 REVIEW: Final Mission (TNG) +
first.rev 20531
 REVIEW: First Contact (TNG) +
firstcon 7868
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek: First Contact, by Niko White (December 19, 1994) +
firstlor 20142
 FAN FICTION: First Lore, by Kate Orman (July 30, 1993) +
fivestar 173646
 FAN FICTION: Five Star Trek, from Matthew C. Melmon (September 17, 1992) +
flashbac 159017
 FAN FICTION: Flashback (DS9) by Brenda S. Antrim (April 22, 1994) +
foolsinh 45483
 FAN FICTION: Fools in hell: Emergency, by Dylan Winslow (January 24, 1994) +
foundout 26436
 FAN FICTION: Found Out, by Craig Levin (May 4, 1991) +
frontier 20362
 FAN FICTION: Frontier Medicine, by Brenda S. Antrim (December 1994) +
future.rev 10622
 REVIEW: Future Imperfect (TNG) +
galactic 103465
 FAN FICTION: Galactica and Enterprise, by Jeff Standish (April 17, 1990) +
galaxy.rev 10064
 REVIEW: Galaxy's Child (TNG) +
game.rev 11202
 REVIEW: The Game (TNG) +
gamespeo 92997
 FAN FICTION: Games People Play, by David B. Mears (1991) +
geigernov.sf 254453
 FAN FICTION: Q and A by Doug Geiger (1990) +
genelett.txt 5632
 A Letter to the Next Generation, by Gene Roddenberry (Star Trek) +
generat.rev 20078
 REVIEW: Generations, from Dreamwatch Magazine (February, 1995) +
generati 22292
 FAN FICTION: Generations 2: Generations Ahead by Anne-Lise Pasch (February 17, 1995) +
ghostsfr 332422
 FAN FICTION: Ghosts From the Past, by Colin J. Wynne (January 12, 1993) +
goy 93930
 FAN FICTION: The Ghosts of Yesteryear, by David Mears (February 2, 1991) +
graduati 269778
 FAN FICTION: Graduation: The Green Chronicle by Melissa Wilson (February 1, 1995) +
greystar 136072
 FAN FICTION: The Bridge of the U.S.S. Resilient (June 24, 1992) +
half.rev 9942
 REVIEW: Half a Life (TNG) +
happybda 40696
 FAN FICTION: Happy Birthday to You from Q, by Ronald Orenstein (1994) +
heavenss 57022
 FAN FICTION: Heaven's Shroud, by Cream +
hellrais.cro 13249
 FAN FICTION: A Hellraiser/Trek Crossover, by Nikolai Kingsley (August 8, 1994) +
heritage 118134
 FAN FICTION: Heritage, by Mr. RL Nicol (November 14, 1993) +
hero.rev 10008
 REVIEW: Hero Worship (TNG) +
hhgtrek1.txt 73476
 The Hitchhiker's Guide to Star Trek, Part 1 +
highgr.rev 7996
 REVIEW: The High Ground (TNG) +
hitcborg.txt 7690
 The Hitchiker's Guide to the Borg, by Christopher Keavy +
hitcborgf.txt 18979
 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Borg, by Christopher Keavy (Full Version, with Author Comments on Front) +
holiday.rev 6582
 REVIEW: Captain's Holiday (TNG) +
hollow.rev 8049
 REVIEW: Hollow Pursuits (TNG) +
homeiswh 133725
 FAN FICTION: Home is Where the Heart Is, by Andres Castineiras (May 11, 1992) +
honoroft 104245
 FAN FICTION: For the Honor of the Empire, by Peter Brown (April 8, 1992) +
host.rev 8489
 REVIEW: The Host (TNG) +
human.rev 10114
 REVIEW: Suddenly Human (TNG) +
hunted.rev 5333
 REVIEW: The Hunted (TNG) +
i-locutu 131921
 FAN FICTION: I, Locutus, by R. L. Nichol (March 23, 1993) +
iborg.rev 19187
 REVIEW: I, Borg (TNG) +
icarus.rev 4749
 REVIEW: The Icarus Factor (TNG) +
identity.rev 9821
 REVIEW: Identity Crisis (TNG) +
ilm.txt 5145
 Information on the Special Effects by Industrial Light and Magic for Star Trek II and III +
imagin.rev 13852
 REVIEW: Imaginary Friend (TNG) +
inf_ds9.txt 4610
 StarTrek Info Lists: Deep Space Nine (May 5, 1993) +
inf_film.txt 3994
 StarTrek Info Lists: Movies (May 5th, 1993) +
inf_tas.txt 2984
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Animated Series (May 5, 1993) +
inf_tng.txt 27671
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Next Generation (May 5, 1993) +
inf_tos.txt 12065
 StarTrek Info Lists: The Original Series (May 5, 1993) +
inherita 67967
 FAN FICTION: Inheritance by Corinne Cullen Hawkins (May 8, 1991) +
inlight.rev 19816
 REVIEW: The Inner Light (TNG) +
int_gate.txt 7635
 Gates McFadden: Smalltown Kid Makes Good, by TJ Goldstein (November 8, 1992) +
int_stw1.txt 20970
 Patrick Stewart Interview on Radio 1 (April 29, 1993) +
int_stw2.txt 20643
 Patrick Stewart Interview on Tonight Show with Jay Leno (October 12, 1993) +
intempor 34006
 FAN FICTION: In Temporal Order, by Mark Hopkins (February 8, 1995) +
julia 35952
 FAN FICTION: Julia, Part 1 by Anthony Tecce (February 1, 1995) +
jumpstar 7543
 FAN FICTION: Jump Start, by Cameron Dixon (January 3, 1995) +
kirk&gra.txt 2826
 Capt. Kirk & The Holy Grail - A Usenet Parody in one act +
klinedit.txt 5553
 Klingons and "Fusion" Klingons +
klinglan.faq 23830
 FAQ: Alt.Startrek.Klingon (December 12, 1994) +
klinglng.txt 15997
 Information on the Klingon Language (FAQ) +
klingon.txt 5565
 Klingon as a Second Language from Lynn Van Matre (March 13, 1993) +
klinlang.txt 98877
 An Introduction to the Klingon Language from the Board Room BBS +
ladder.rev 4235
 REVIEW: Up the Long Ladder (TNG) +
leaptrek 153837
 FAN FICTION: Leap Trek II by Knights (October 6, 1992) +
leastgen.stt 10083
 Star Trek: The Least Generation (Star Trek Parody) +
legacy.rev 10602
 REVIEW: Legacy (TNG) +
location.st 25456
 Star Trek Locations, by D. Joseph Creighton (January 12, 1993) +
loss.rev 9141
 REVIEW: The Loss (TNG) +
lovesick 48761
 FAN FICTION: Love Sickness by Catherine Weller (May 29, 1994) +
manhunt.rev 3868
 REVIEW: Man Hunt (TNG) +
mashtosc 45639
 FAN FICTION: Mash/Star Trek Story by Tim north (July 29, 1991) +
masks 56552
 FAN FICTION: Masks, by Sandra Guzdek (December 17, 1993) +
master.rev 14378
 REVIEW: The Masterpiece Society (TNG) +
masterti 207282
 The Star Trek Master Timeline by Kasey K.S. Chang (April 5, 1993) +
matter.rev 11211
 REVIEW: A Matter of Time (TNG) +
mccoy.sf 1566
 The Complete List of "I'm A Doctor, not a ______" +
megatrek.txt 83187
 Star-Trek, the Megalisting by Lykos +
mementom 105276
 FAN FICTION: Memento Mori, by R. L. Nichol (November 8, 1993) +
menage.rev 7763
 REVIEW: Menage a Troi (TNG) +
mindseye.rev 22440
 REVIEW: The Mind's Eye (TNG) +
minormis 58513
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek: Minor Misdirections, by Tim Huckvale (September 23, 1993) +
mirror-m 37011
 FAN FICTION: Mirror, Mirror: The Next Generation, by Michael J. Montoure (October 28, 1992) +
mirror-m.tng 38059
 FAN FICTION: An Errand of Malice by michael Montoure (September 23, 1990) +
mithrais 24889
 FAN FICTION: Mithrais takes a Q by A. Rex (July 10, 1994) +
monkey.tra 56896
 FAN FICTION: The Monkey Trap, by David Hawkins (April 25, 1991) +
morethan 101909
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: More than Meets the Eye, Part 1 by Sandra Guzdek (August 10, 1993) +
mothersa 36648
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Mothers and Daughters by Julie Pizor +
moviesli 12906
 Star Trek Movie Lists of Lists by Mark Holtz (January 2, 1992) +
mrstroi 1934
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Ms. Troi +
murderon 69377
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Murder One, by Mard D. Shuchat (August 1, 1994) +
music.st 37149
 The Periodic List of Star Trek Music (July 15, 1992) +
music.txt 36100
 List of Star Trek Music +
ncc1701d.txt 487
 ASCII Art of the Star Trek NCC1701-D +
new-outi 53274
 FAN FICTION: Out in the Open, by Sandra Fuzdek (May 27, 1992) +
newgr.rev 10920
 REVIEW: New Ground (TNG) +
nextph.rev 14184
 REVIEW: The Next Phase (TNG) +
night.rev 8092
 REVIEW: Night Terrors (TNG) +
noescape 123382
 FANFICTION: No Escape from Reality, by Terri M. Librande (March 23, 1993) +
notthete 45502
 Not the Technical Manual: Discussion of Star Trek Science +
nth.rev 12364
 REVIEW: The Nth Degree (TNG) +
ntm.txt 57465
 Not the Technical Manual: Discussion of the Science of Star Trek (August 15, 1993) +
nxtnxtgn.stt 22769
 Star Trek: The Next NeXT Generation +
ofspring.rev 8498
 REVIEW: The Offspring (TNG) +
outcast.rev 17385
 REVIEW: The Outcast (TNG) +
parody 46067
 FANFICTION: Star Trek: The Next Degeneration: Where No Sane Man Woul Go +
peak.rev 5607
 REVIEW: Peak Performance (TNG) +
penpals.rev 4738
 REVIEW: Pen Pals (TNG) +
perfect.rev 12901
 REVIEW: The Perfect Mate (TNG) +
pers.trk 20135
 Starfleet Personnel as of Stardate 45944 by Scott Hollifield +
persp.rev 9351
 REVIEW: A Matter of Perspective (TNG) +
places.faq 58208
 Star Trek Locations by D. Joseph Creighton (March 13th, 1994) +
pow_srch.stt 4723
 Star Trek: In Search of Power +
power.rev 15035
 REVIEW: Power Play (TNG) +
price.rev 5516
 REVIEW: The Price (TNG) +
primitiv.lif 61170
 FAN FICTION: Primitive Life, by Barnett C. Hsu (1991) +
qanda.tre 275737
 FANFICTION: Q and by Doug Geiger +
qlue 38344
 FANFICTION: Qlue (or, Man, Do I Ever Need A Vacation!) by Sandra Guzdek (August 14, 1992) +
qlue.txt 38834
 FAN FICTION: QLUE, by Sandra Guzdek (1992) +
qpid.rev 12486
 REVIEW: Qpid (TNG) +
qr_ds9.txt 6244
 Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Quick Reference Guide First Season +
qr_tng.txt 30834
 Star Trek: The Next Generation Quick Reference Guide Episode 1 +
qriosity 29934
 FANFICTION: Q'riosity by Patricia Ann La Ferrara (October 15, 1994) +
quantumq 17482
 FANFICTION: Quantum Q, by Joanne Soper-Cook (February 4, 1995) +
quiz.txt 6546
 Star Trek Trivia Quiz +
qwho.rev 4440
 REVIEW: Q-Who (TNG) +
races.trk 23477
 The Peoples of Star Trek The Next Generation Through Season 5, by Scott Hollifield +
redemp.rev 14600
 REVIEW: Redemption (TNG) +
redemp2.rev 16695
 REVIEW: Redemption II (TNG) +
reins 119579
 FAN FICTION: Reins of Power, by Steven Grimm (April 23, 1991) +
rematch 57288
 FANFICTION: Remate, by Lawrence Wright +
remember.rev 14905
 REVIEW: Remember Me (TNG) +
reunion.rev 19958
 REVIEW: Reunion (TNG) +
revenge 73733
 FAN FICTION: Revenge, by VT102 (March 4, 1992) +
roadless.txt 120526
 FANFICTION: Roadless +
roggalac 121237
 FANFICTION: Enterprise vs. Galactica (May 30, 1990) +
sarek.rev 8697
 REVIEW: Sarek (TNG) +
seas4.rev 6376
 REVIEW: Season 4 of Star Trek: The Next Generation +
season5.rev 25039
 REVIEW: Season 5 of Star Trek: The Next Generation +
shades.rev 6072
 REVIEW: Shades of Gray (TNG) +
shadowsi 10613
 FANFICTION: Shadows in the Mist, by Sandra Guzdek (May, 1992) +
ships.faq 33788
 Listing of Star Trek Sjhips by D. Joseph Creighton (March 13, 1994) +
ships.trk 12527
 Star Trek Ship Index by Scott Hollifield +
silence 666101
 FAN FICTION: Silence, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons (August 31, 1993) +
silicon.rev 12339
 REVIEW: Silicon Avatar (TNG) +
sins.rev 7397
 REVIEW: Sins of the Father (TNG) +
smartin.rev 3158
 REVIEW: Samaritan Snare (TNG) +
spacebat.cro 62563
 FANFICTION: Space Battle, by Jon R-B (May 6, 1992) +
speculat 38484
 The Star Trek: The Next Generation Speculative Chronology Version 1.4 by Scott Hollifield (October 1, 1993) +
st-drink.txt 4108
 Star Trek: The Drinking Generation (Drinking Game) +
st-isop.txt 4651
 Star Trek: In Search of Power +
st-locat 76334
 Star Trek Locations by D. Joseph Creighton (1994) +
st-satnl.txt 20867
 The Last Voyage of the Starship Enterprise (June 1976, SNL) by Michael O.Donoghue +
st-thefi.p1- 41539
 FAN FICTION: The Adventures of the USS Horizon, by Scheetz (October 22, 1992) +
st-timel 19156
 A Star Trek Timeline +
st_a.txt 41184
 The Star Trek TNG List of Lists +
st_b.txt 63665
 Star Trek TNG List of Lists [2/2] (April 1, 1992) +
st_epi.txt 18964
 Star Trek Episode Guide (Original Series) (August 3, 1983) +
st_kzin.txt 14846
 KZINTI (Inclusionary Data for the Star Trek Universe) +
st_nov88.txt 20038
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1988] +
st_nov89.txt 20312
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1989] +
st_nov92.txt 23968
 Star Trek Novels: The Year in Review [1992] +
st_pilot.txt 11000
 Pilot Episodes and unaired Episodes of the Star Trek Universe +
st_roman.txt 10109
 ST:TOS Romance/Love List Version 9 by Richard A. Muirden (December 3, 1991) +
st_timel.txt 203290
 The Star Trek Master Timeline by Kasey K.S. Chang (April 5, 1993) +
st_tloop.txt 29105
 Time loops, Yesterday's Enterprise, and Tasha Yar Explained (October 15) +
star-fle.phy 29031
 On the Super-Physics of Sub-Space Communication, Warp-Drive and Matter-Teleporters by Sarfatti and Jason W. Hinson (January 23, 1993) +
stardate.txt 928
 How to Convert to the Stardate +
starsand 49443
 FANFICTION: Stars and Blights Forever (Star Trek and Dr. Who) +
startrek 87484
 FANFICTION: Star Trek - The New Frontier - Xmas Special (December 16, 1993) +
startrek.txt 14851
 The Star Trek Episode Guide by Apple Avenger +
startrk.txt 4061
 Another Star Trek Drinking Game +
stmeetsl 5121
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek Meets Lost in Space, by Uri Lessing +
stratege 92604
 FAN FICTION: Strategem: A Star Trek Next Generation Story, by E. David Jansing (1993) +
stsc.hum 6473
 Some Comments on a Star Trek Script +
sttech.txt 67101
 Star Trek Technology, by Leon Myerson +
sttng1.hum 32881
 Star Trek TNG Block 1 Episode Guide +
theandor 49469
 FAN FICTION: The Andorian Assault, by Andrew Clark (June 2, 1992) +
thegreat.p1- 283748
 FAN FICTION: The Great American Star Trek Novel by Eileen Simpson (August 29, 1992) +
theinter 4600
 FAN FICTION: The Interview, by Dave Schaumann (November 11, 1992) +
theory.rev 12139
 REVIEW: In Theory (TNG) +
theraven 145215
 FAN FICTION: The Raven's Roar, by Neale Davidson (August 13, 1992) +
theretur 68805
 FAN FICTION: The Return, by Howard Chu (1992) +
theunfai 88673
 FAN FICTION: The Unfair Quo, by Neale Davidson (September 4, 1992) +
thewitne 107072
 The Witness, by Kathryn J. Aikin (July 7, 1992) +
tinman.rev 7372
 REVIEW: Tin Man (TNG) +
tms0493.txt 26895
 Star Trek Movie List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
tng-meet 7825
 FAN FICTION: Star Trek Meets the Three Little Pigs by Sharad Gupta (1993) +
tng0493.txt 143086
 Star Trek TNG List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
tngdrink.txt 25446
 Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Canonical Drinking Game, Compiled by Mark Yocom +
tos0493.txt 62081
 Star Trek TOS/TAS List of Lists, Compiled by Mark Holtz (April 7, 1993) +
toys.rev 8173
 REVIEW: The Most Toys (TNG) +
transfig.rev 7023
 REVIEW: Transfigurations (TNG) +
trek.faq 38775
 The Star Trek Frequently Asked Questions File 9/18/90 +
trek.tng 2941
 Star Trek Drinking Song +
trek.vt 21667
 A Star Trek Episode in VT100 Codes +
trek_gde.txt 75768
 A Guide to Star Trek in Dungeons and Dragons +
trekbook.sf 8137
 Adaptations of the Live TV Series from Bantam +
trekland 65048
 FAN FICTION: Treklander, by John F. Moore III (1994) +
trekmlin.txt 43400
 Frequently Asked Questions about Multi-Lingual Star Trek (December 1992) +
treknolo 66067
 Treknology Rationalization +
trekscip.hum 12047
 Slightly Off-Color Star Trek Next Generation Script +
trekwars 157687
 FAN FICTION: Trek Wars: Part I: Exodus +
tselar 154660
 FAN FICTION: T'Selar, by Patrick Parker (July 12, 1992) +
unify1.rev 18375
 REVIEW: Unification I (TNG) +
unify2.rev 23979
 REVIEW: Unification II (TNG) +
vengnc.rev 5852
 REVIEW: The Vengeance Factor (TNG) +
violate.rev 12774
 REVIEW: Violations (TNG) +
voices.txt 53142
 FAN FICTION: Voices, by Brenda S. Antrim (1995) +
voyager.rev 8233
 REVIEW: Voyager, by Dreamwatch (February, 1995) +
voyages1 47825
 FAN FICTION: Best-Seller, by James Queen (May 21, 1992) +
voyages2 40193
 FAN FICTION: Orion the Abductor, by James Squeen (May 27, 1992) +
w95_trek.txt 4171
 Star Trek Meets Windows 95 +
warp.txt 15362
 Explaining Warp Numbers with Way Too Much Math +
warpte.txt 66478
 Star Trek Technology, by Leon myerson +
warptech.txt 14602
 Some Dicsussions of the Meaning of Star Trek's Warp Engine Technology +
watchers.rev 8311
 REVIEW: Who Watches the Watchers? (TNG) +
weddingr 19590
 Review of a Star Trek Wedding +
workshop 9927
 Review of a symposium held by some Star Trek Writers +
worldoft.p1- 29819
 FAN FICTION: World of Two Moons by Matthew Melmon (November 14, 1992) +
worlds.trk 16870
 Collection of Worlds Mentioned in Star Trek: TNG +
worstbot.txt 44782
 Fan Fiction: The Worst of Both Worlds by Cindy Bell +
wounded.rev 13341
 REVIEW: The Wounded (TNG) +
yest1.rev 9642
 REVIEW: Yesterday's Enterprise (TNG) +
yest2.rev 8768
 REVIEW: Yesterday's Enterprise (TNG) +
zine65.txt 24447
 DATELINE: Starfleet Issue #6 (November 15, 1995) +

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+ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/00star_t.rek b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/00star_t.rek new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3577d24d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/00star_t.rek @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ +Here's a listing of (almost) all Star Trek books. It's not as complete as +my ususal list, if only because it's inherently more difficult to list all +the books *about* something than all the books *written by* someone. This +is a fairly complete list, though. Please note that I purposefully did not +list comic books, fanzines, magazines, filk song books, game books, poetry, +extremely juevnile books (coloring books, activity books, etc.) and most +small amateur press publications. Because of the long and varied history +of publication, I've divided the books by publishers: Pocket books & +related publishers (current official Star Trek publisher, they are owned by +the same company that owns Paramont Pictures); Ballantine (much of the +non-fiction of the 70's); Bantam (most of the original Star Trek novels); +and Other publishers. + +As for the books themselves, they are of wildly varying quality. +Personally, I only read a Star Trek novel if (1) I know and like the author +or (2) It was *really* recommended by a Star Trek fan or (3) It was +recommended by a SF fan. My favorite Star Trek writers are John M. Ford & +Diane Duane in the classic series & Peter David in the new series. + +[A] == Anthology. (A bunch of stories written by other people) +[C] == Short Story Collection +[J] == The book is for juveniles (however you define them) +[NF] == Non-Fiction +[O] == Omnibus. Includes other books +aka == Also known by this other title +as == Originally published using this pen name +cartoon == Novelization of a cartoon script +choose == choose your own adventure type book +movie == Novelization of a movie script +tv == Novelization of a tv script + +/John + +arpa: JWenn.ESAE@Xerox.com + +idontbelieveinnowinscenarios-ly +---------------------------------------------------------------- + + Pocket Books [ST novels] +Vonda McIntyre Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home [1986] [movie] +Vonda McIntyre Enterprise: The First Adventure [1986] +Margaret Bonanno Strangers From the Sky [1987] +Diane Carey Final Frontier [1988] +Diane Duane Spock's World [1988] +J. M. Dillard Star Trek V: The Final Frontier [1989] [movie] +J. M. Dillard Star Trek: The Lost Years [1989] + +Gene Roddenberry Star Trek: The Motion Picture [1979] [#1] [movie] +Vonda McIntyre The Entropy Effect [1981] [#2] +Robert E. Vardeman The Klingon Gambit [1981] [#3] +Howard Weinstein The Covenant of the Crown [1981] [#4] +Sondra Marshak & + Myrna Culbreath The Prometheus Design [1982] [#5] +George Harry Stine The Abode of Life [1982] [#6] [as Lee Correy] +Vonda McIntyre Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan [1982] [#7] [movie] +Sonni Cooper Blackfire [1983] [#8] +Sondra Marshak & + Myrna Culbreath Triangle [1983] [#9] +M. S. Murdock Web of the Romulans [1983] [#10] +A. C. Crispin Yesterday's Son [1983] [#11] +Robert E. Vardeman Mutiny on the Enterprise [1983] [#12] +Diane Duane The Wounded Sky [1983] [#13] +David Dvorkin The Trellisane Confrontation [1984] [#14] +Greg Bear Corona [1984] [#15] +John M. Ford The Final Reflection [1984] [#16] +Vonda McIntyre Star Trek III: The Search for Spock +[1984][#17][movie] +Diane Duane My Enemy, My Ally [1984] [#18] +Melinda Snodgrass The Tears of the Singers [1984] [#19] +Jean Lorrah The Vulcan Academy Murders [1984] [#20] +Janet Kagan Uhura's Song [1985] [#21] +Lawrence Yep Shadow Lord [1985] [#22] +Barbara Hambly Ishmael [1985] [#23] +Della Van Hise Killing Time [1985] [#24] +Margaret Bonanno Dwellers in the Crucible [1985] [#25] +Majliss Larson Pawns and Symbols [1985] [#26] +J. M. Dillard Mindshadow [1986] [#27] +Brad Ferguson Crisis on Centaurus [1986] [#28] +Diane Carey Dreadnought! [1986] [#29] +J. M. Dillard Demons [1986] [#30] +Diane Carey Battlestations! [1986] [#31] +Gene DeWeese Chain of Attack [1987] [#32] +Howard Weinstein Deep Domain [1987] [#33] +Carmen Carter Dreams of the Raven [1987] [#34] +Diane Duane & + Peter Morwood The Romulan Way [1987] [#35] +John M. Ford How Much For Just The Planet? [1987] [#36] +J. M. Dillard Bloodthirst [1987] [#37] +Jean Lorrah The IDIC Epidemic [1988] [#38] +A. C. Crispin Time For Yesterday [1988] [#39] +David Dvorkin Timetrap [1988] [#40] +Barbara Paul The Three-Minute Universe [1988] [#41] +Gar & Judith + Reeves-Stevens Memory Prime [1988] [#42] +Gene DeWeese The Final Nexus [1988] [#43] +D. C. Fontana Vulcan's Glory [1988] [#44] +Michael Jan Friedman Double, Double [1989] [#45] +Judy Klass The Cry of the Onlies [1989] [#46] +Julia Ecklar The Kobayashi Maru [1989] [#47] +Peter Morwood Rules of Engagement [2/1990] [#48] +Carolyn Clowes The Pandora Principle [4/1990] [#49] +Diane Duane Doctor's Orders [6/1990] [#50] + + + Pocket Book [Next Generation novels] +David Gerrold Encounter at Farpoint [1987] +Jean Lorrah Metamorphosis [3/1990] + +Diane Carey Ghost Ship [1988] [#1] +Gene DeWeese The Peacekeepers [1988] [#2] +Carmen Carter The Children of Hamlin [1988] [#3] +Jean Lorrah Survivors [1989] [#4] +Peter David Strike Zone [1989] [#5] +Howard Weinstein Power Hungry [1989] [#6] +John Bornholt Masks [1989] [#7] +Daniel Dvorkin & + David Dvorkin The Captain's Honor [1989] [#8] +Michael Jan Friedman A Call to Darkness [1989] [#9] +Peter David A Rock and a Hard Place [1990] [#10] +Keith Sharee Gulliver's Fugitives [5/1990] [#11] + + + Pocket Book misc. / Wallaby / Simon & Schuster +Anobile, Richard [Pocket] + Star Trek: The Motion Picture Photo Story [1980] + Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn Photo Story [1982] +Asherman, Allan + The Star Trek Compendium [1981, 1987, 1989] [NF] + The Making of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn [1982] [NF] + Star Trek Interview Book [1988] [NF] +Cohen, Daniel + The Monsters of Star Trek [1980] [J] [NF] + Strange and Amazing Facts About Star Trek [1986] [J] [NF] +Goldstein, Stan & Goldstein, Fred + Star Trek Space Flight Chronology [1980] [NF] +Weinberg, Lawrence + Star Trek III: The Search for Spock Storybook [1984] [J] [movie] +Johnson, Shane + Mr. Scott's Guide to the Enterprise [1987] [NF] + The Worlds of the Federation [1989] [NF] +Koenig, Walter + Checkov's Enterprise [1980] [NF] +Leragis, Peter + Star Trek IV: The Journey Home [1986] [J] +Maglio, Mitchell + The Official Star Trek Quiz Book [1985] [NF] +Needleman, Rafe + The Official Star Trek Trivia Book [1980] [NF] +Okrand, Marc + Star Trek: The Klingon Dictionary [1985] [NF] +Rotsler, William + Star Trek II: Biographies [1982] [J] [NF] + Star Trek II: Distress Call [1982] [J] [choose] + Star Trek II: Short Stories [1982] [C] [J] + Star Trek III: Short Stories [1984] [C] [J] + Star Trek III: The Vulcan Treasure [1984] [J] [choose] +Sackett, Susan & Goldstein, Fred & Goldstein, Stan + Star Trek Speaks [1979] [NF] +Sackett, Susan & Roddenberry, Gene + The Making of Star Trek: The Motion Picture [1982] [NF] +Shatner, William & Shatner, Lisbeth + The Captain's Log [1989] [NF] +Kimble, David + Star Trek: The Motion Picture - Official Blueprints [1979] [NF] + + + Ballantine / Del Rey +Flanagan, Terry & Ehrhardt, Eleanor + Trek or Treat [1977] [NF] +Foster, Alan Dean + Star Trek Log One [1974] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Two [1974] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Three [1975] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Four [1975] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Five [1975] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Six [1976] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Seven [1976] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Eight [1976] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Nine [1977] [cartoon] + Star Trek Log Ten [1978] [cartoon] +Gerrold, David + The Trouble With Tribbles [1973] [NF] + The World of Star Trek [1973, 1984] [NF] +Joseph, Franz + Star Fleet Technical Manual [1975] [NF] + Star Trek Blueprints [1975] [NF] +Palestine, Eileen + Starfleet Medical Reference Manual [1977] [NF] +Sackett, Susan + Letters to Star Trek [1977] [NF] +Trimble, Bjo + Star Trek Concordance [1976] [NF] +Whitfield, Stephen E. & Roddenberry, Gene + The Making of Star Trek [1968] [NF] + + + Bantam +Foto Novels + City on the Edge of Forever [1977] [#1] [Harlan Ellison] + Where No Man Has Gone Before [1977] [#2] [Samuel Peebles] + The Trouble With Tribbles [1977] [#3] [David Gerrold] + A Taste of Armegeddon [1978] [#4] [Robert Hamner & Gene Coon] + Metamorphosis [1978] [#5] [Gene Coon] + All Our Yesterdays [1978] [#6] [Jean Lisette Aroeste] + The Galileo Seven [1978] [#7] [Oliver Crawford] + A Piece of the Action [1978] [#8] [David Harmon] + The Devil in the Dark [1978] [#9] [Gene Coon] + Day of the Dove [1978] [#10] [Jerome Bixby] + The Deadly Years [1978] [#11] [David Harmon] + Amok Time [1978] [#12] [Theodore Sturgeon] +Blish, James + The Star Trek Reader [1976] [O] + Star Trek 2 [1968] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 3 [1969] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 8 [1972] [C] [tv] + The Star Trek Reader II [1977] [O] + Star Trek [1967] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 4 [1971] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 9 [1973] [C] [tv] + The Star Trek Reader III [1977] [O] + Star Trek 5 [1972] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 6 [1972] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 7 [1972] [C] [tv] + The Star Trek Reader IV [1978] [O] + Star Trek 10 [1974] [C] [tv] + Star Trek 11 [1975] [C] [tv] + Spock Must Die! [1970] +Blish, James & Lawrence, J. A. + Star Trek 12 [1977] [C] +Cogswell, Theodore R & Spano, Charles A., Jr. + Spock, Messiah! [1976] +Eklund, Gordon + Starless World [1978] + Devil World [1979] +Gerrold, David + The Galactic Whirlpool [1980] +Goldin, Stephen + Trek to Madworld [1979] +Haldeman, Jack + Perry's Planet [1980] +Haldeman, Joe + Planet of Judgement [1977] + World Without End [1979] +Lawrence, J. A. + Mudd's Angels [1978] +Lichtenberg, Jacqueline; Marshak, Sondra & Winston, Joan + Star Trek Lives! [1975] [NF] +Marshak, Sondra & Culbreath, Myrna + Star Trek: The New Voyages [1976] [A] + The Price of the Phoenix [1977] + Star Trek: The New Voyages 2 [1978] [A] + The Fate of the Phoenix [1979] +New Eye Photography + Star Trek Maps [1980] [NF] +Picard, Mary Ann + The Official Star Trek Cooking Manual [1978] [NF] +Razzi, James + Star Trek Puzzle Manual [1976] [NF] + Star Trek Intergalactic Puzzles [1977] [NF] +Sky, Kathleen + Vulcan! [1978] + Death's Angel [1981] + + + Misc publishers +Andrews, Bart & Dunning, Brad + The Star Trek Quiz Book [1977] [NF] [aka "The Trekkie Quiz Book"] +Aurey, Jean + The Doctor and the Enterprise [1985] [Dr. Who / Star Trek crossover] +Blair, Karin + Meaning in Star Trek [1979] [NF] +Cerf, Christopher & Lerner, Sharon + Prisoner of Vega [1977] [J] + The Truth Machine [1977] [J] +Clauss, J. Ed + Star Trek Guide [1976] [J] [NF] +Dodge, Michael + Star Trek: Voyage to Adventure [1984] [J] [choose] +Einstein, Xavier + Star Trek Trivia Mania [1985] [NF] +Gentry, Chris & Gibson-Downs, Sally + An Encyclopedia of Trekkie Memorabilia [1988] [NF] +Gross, Edward + Trek: The Lost Years [1989] [NF] + The Making of the Next Generation [1989] [NF] +Irwin, Walter & Love, G. B. + The Best of Trek [1974] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #2 [1977] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #3 [1979] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #4 [1981] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #5 [1982] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #6 [1983] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #7 [1984] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #8 [1985] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #9 [1985] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #10 [1986] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #11 [1986] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #12 [1987] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #13 [1988] [A] [NF] + The Best of Trek #14 [1988] [A] [NF] +Lely, James + Star Trek Illustrated [1979] [J] [NF] +Moore, Jim + Starfleet Command Academy Graduate Exam Manual [1985] [NF] +Peel, John + The Trek Encylopedia [1988] [NF] +Reynolds, Mack + Mission to Horatius [1968] [J] +Siegel, Barbara & Siegel, Scott + Star Trek: Phaser Fight [1986] [J] [choose] +Trimble, Bjo + On the Good Ship Enterprise [1983] [NF] +Turnbull. Gary + A Star Trek Catalogue [1979] [NF] +Van Hise, James + The Trek Crew Book [1989] [NF] +Winston, Joan + The Making of the Trek Conventions [1977] [NF] + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/1stduty.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/1stduty.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4c7ca9b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/1stduty.rev @@ -0,0 +1,375 @@ +WARNING: The following article contains critical spoiler information about +this week's TNG episode, "The First Duty". Those not wishing to be caught +off-guard by spoilers before seeing the show are advised to stand clear. + +My, that was surprisingly good! + +A few little nitpicks here and there, but all in all I really enjoyed this. +More after Ye Olde Synoppe, Sis: + +As the Enterprise heads to Starfleet Academy for Picard's commencement +address, Picard receives word of an accident in which Wes was involved while +he and his flight team, the Nova Squadron, were practicing maneuvers. He's +fine, but one of the team members, Josh Albert, was killed, and an +investigation is underway, headed by Admiral Brand, the Academy +superintendent. Picard offers to help, but there's no need. + +Picard explores the grounds before the hearing, and finds the old +groundskeeper Boothby, who helped him through trying times when he was a +student there. Boothby dismisses Picard's attempts at thanks, saying that +what Picard's done with his life since is thanks enough, and that he didn't +do anything. "You knew what you had to do, what was the right thing. I just +made sure you listened to yourself." Meanwhile, the squadron leader, +Nicholas Locarno, gives the squadron a pep talk before the hearing, saying +that everything will be fine--as long as they stick together. Nick +testifies, saying that while in a "diamond-slot" formation, they entered a +maneuver called a Jaeger loop, and that nine seconds later, Josh Albert's +ship crashed into another cadet's, causing the eventual destruction of all +five ships. + +Cadet Hajar, the cadet whose ship Josh crashed into, testifies that the ships +did not deviate from their flight plan--and when pressed, admits that they +did, but by amounts small enough that she didn't feel it was important. She +also claims not to have seen Josh break formation, being unaware of a problem +until her proximity alarm went off. Cadet Sito, who was in the rear, also +claimed not to have, saying she was flying only on sensor readings at the +time--but when pressed, cannot even describe the orientation of Josh's ship. +Nick breaks in, saying that lately, Josh had been having "difficulties" in +formation flying, and that he must have panicked. Admiral Brand is very +disturbed by this news, and adjourns the hearing until the following day, +when data from Wes's flight recorder should be ready. "Everything's fine," +Nick tells Wes. "Trust me." + +As Picard, citing Wes as "one of our own", asks Geordi and Data to examine +the evidence themselves, Wes protests Nick lying at the investigation, saying +that he said no one would have to lie. Nick responds by saying that he +*didn't* lie, that Josh probably did panic and "we all know it". +Reluctantly, Sito and Hajar agree. Nick says that the only data recoverable +from Wes's recorder is all before the collision, so that as long as Wes +doesn't volunteer extra information, all will be fine. And after all, as +Sito points out, if they said what *really* happened, they all might as well +start packing. Nick tells Wes that he knows what it's like to count on a +team for his life, since he's been out in space. + +Despite qualms about this, compounded by Josh's father apologizing to Wes for +Josh letting them all down, Wes sticks to the story when describing the +recorder's data. He adds nothing, and when asked whether the ships remained +in formation just after the Jaeger loop, firmly says yes. Data from a +navigational satellite around Saturn is then shown, proving without a doubt +that the ships were NOT in formation seven seconds after the loop was +completed. "What is your explanation, Mister Crusher?" "I have none, sir." + +Beverly attempts to comfort Wes, but her firm belief that the data was +somehow tampered with to frame Wes only upsets him more, and he begs her not +to try to protect him from any of this. Picard talks to Boothby, and finds +that the Nova Squadron is considered heroes by the entire Academy, and that +Nick Locarno's personal charm and magnetism is what holds the team together. +"If he asked them to do something," Boothby says, "they'd do it. Even if it +means going right over a cliff." When Geordi and Data find that Wes's +coolant interlock was open just before the crash, and that one of the reasons +for doing that is to purge drive plasma (a dangerous move likely to ignite +the plasma), Picard realizes that that's exactly what they were trying to +do... + +Picard calls Wes into his ready room and shows him a simulation of a maneuver +known as the Kolvord Starburst--a very flashy, very spectacular, and very +dangerous flight stunt. It's been banned at the Academy for over a hundred +years, ever since a group of cadets tried it and failed, all five losing +their lives in the process. Picard reasons that Nick Locarno wanted his +Academy career to go out with a blaze of glory, and that he talked the rest +of them into learning the stunt, and then covering up the truth when disaster +ensued. When he asks Wesley if that is correct, Wes first remains silent, +then chooses not to answer. + +Picard is livid, for Wes has already *given* an answer to the inquiry, and +that answer was a lie. Wes protests that it was not a lie, but Picard +angrily points out that "a lie of omission is still a lie!" He reminds Wes +of his first day on board, when even annoyed at Wes's apparent presumption on +the bridge, Picard was impressed at the depth of his knowledge. He goes on +to say that ever since he made Wes an acting ensign, he'd always been +convinced that Wes would be a superb officer--until now. "The first duty of +a Starfleet officer is to the truth--be it scientific truth, historical +truth, PERSONAL truth. It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet was +founded!" And, he continues, if Wes cannot face up to the truth, then he +doesn't *deserve* to wear a Starfleet uniform. Picard presents Wes with a +simple choice: either Wes tells Admiral Brand what really happened, or +Picard will. Period. End of discussion--and Picard shouts Wes out of the +room. + +Wes, panicked, tells Nick that Picard knows everything. Nick, upon hearing +Picard has no evidence, says there's no problem, that all they need to do is +deny Picard's theory. Wes balks at this, unable to call Picard a liar--but +Nick lambastes Wes for having the arrogance to decide the fates of all four +of them by his own single actions. He says that the team, Nova Squadron, is +bigger than any one of them. He says that without hesitation, if he were in +Wes's position he'd resign his commission rather than turn the team in, and +he urges Wes to do the same. + +The hearing comes to a close. Brand says she is very disappointed and +disturbed by the inconsistencies between the data and the squadron's +statements, and says it suggests that they have been lying. However, since +they have no proof, they close the investigation by only giving them each a +formal reprimand and terminating their flight privileges. "This hearing is +concluded." + +"Sir." Wesley rises. "I would like to add something to my testimony..." + +Wes confesses all, and tells Josh's father outright that Josh didn't let them +down. Nick, when asked if he has anything to add, simply says no. + +Later, Picard talks to Wesley on the grounds. Nick has been expelled, and +the rest of them nearly were--except that Nick pleaded to take full +responsibility, saying that he pressured them all into it. As he said he +would, Nick went down for the team. Wes feels awful, but Picard isn't +finished. In addition to the reprimand, Wes's credits for the year have been +revoked, and he will not advance with his class--he will pay for his actions. +And what's more, he'll remain on campus, with everyone knowing what he did. +"You have difficult times ahead." + +Wes stares at the ground, downcast. + +"You knew what you had to do. I just made sure that you listened to +yourself. Goodbye, Cadet." + +"Goodbye, Captain." The two part company. + +Well, now that that's over... + +Y'know, I'm really starting to wonder why series *dedicated* to "courtroom +drama" don't attract me more. This was, in some ways, the functional +successor to "The Measure of a Man" and "The Drumhead" in its focus on a +particular investigation; and like the above two shows, it was highly +enjoyable. + +I expect some will complain that the plot was too predictable, or too +straightforward in some way. I don't quite agree. Yes, the grand design +unfolded about the way I expected it to, but the little twists and turns it +took getting there did not. Some examples: + +We all knew that Wes would come through with the truth eventually. +BUT: I didn't expect him to stonewall as long as he did, or to refuse to +answer a *direct question from Picard*. + +We all knew that Locarno would push as many hot buttons as he could and +attempt to dissuade Wes from talking, and that he was mostly to blame. +BUT: I certainly was surprised to find out at the end that his "the team is +more important than the individual" speech was sincere enough that he was +willing to sacrifice himself for the team. That was a big surprise. + +I, for one, had a feeling from the preview and past experience that Picard +was somehow going to end up intimately involved with the investigation. +Fortunately, he didn't. Yes, the Enterprise certainly got involved--but they +didn't have to, and Picard's request to formally assist was turned down +outright. Picard decided to help because "Wesley's one of our own"--a rather +strong acknowledgement and indication of the depth of TNG's relationships. +Nice. + +Another interesting character bit was Bev's absolute "my-son-can-do-no-wrong" +naivete even after it was rather clear that Wes's story didn't hold up. Now, +Picard or Riker might have very well said similar things to Wes that Bev did +there (i.e. "I know you're telling the truth, but we need to..."), but they'd +have done it with ulterior motives: to try to guilt-trip Wes into confessing +by himself. Beverly looked and sounded *absolutely sincere*. That's almost +scary, but hardly out of character. I found it quite interesting. (Along +similar lines, her reaction to hearing of Wes's accident seemed very right as +well; knowing it rationally, but falling apart deep down anyway.) + +I'll get back to characterization later, but a bit on the actual plot itself. +It seemed pretty solidly put together, for the most part. One small +objection I did have was the oft-used "the Enterprise solves the mystery when +no one else can" bit. It's less objectionable here than it's been +occasionally, but I saw no obvious reason from within the story why the +Enterprise crew could figure it out when the Academy investigators couldn't. + +Actually, I should amend that. The investigators might well have noticed the +cooling interlocks open, as Data and Geordi did. All we'd need is for them +not to make the connection to the Kolvord Starburst that Picard did. That's +possible, though a tad unlikely; and it does beg the question of just why +Picard knows it so well. + +Beyond that, everything hung together quite well, I thought. The initial +"there's been an accident..." teaser was quite a surprise for those seeing +the preview; and for those who didn't, it probably suggested he'd been badly +hurt, or even killed. Nicely misdirected (and it was *another* short teaser; +hmm, I see a trend :-) ). The investigation was methodical, and certainly +didn't make out the investigators to be complete dunces, as has occasionally +happened in the past. This time they were very suspicious, and with good +reason--they just couldn't prove it. + +(Incidentally, Wes's choice could have been made much easier, and *wasn't*. +Picard could well have pointed out that even if Picard *did* speak and was +contradicted, Wes would be working under a cloud of suspicion for years if +not decades after graduating, and he damn sure wouldn't be able to serve +within a kiloparsec of the Enterprise. The fact that Picard didn't use that, +and let Wes decide on slightly more abstract grounds, speaks well of him and +of those crafting the show.) + +Incidentally, this marks the writing debut of TNG advisor Naren Shankar. And +while I know you're going to have cautions accepting this after I was +deceived with respect to "Violations", this time the writer really *IS* a +friend of a friend. He's been, if I remember rightly, a technical advisor of +sorts to TNG for a few years (and yes, "Yesterday's Enterprise" NARENdra III +is named for him), but he's finally broken through into scripting. Nicely +done, too (and we've never met or corresponded, so I don't think there's any +bias at play here). (I also, to be fair, don't know how much of this was +Naren Shankar and how much was Ron Moore--both were credited.) + +This also means that the science was slightly more on-the-ball than usual. +Not much needed to be done, but it was nice to see more astronomical +terminology than usual done (for example, not that many writers use moons of +Saturn other than Titan, and it was nice to hear Mimas brought up), and at +least enough sense to acknowledge that, for example, statistical mechanics +*is* one of the most mathematics-intensive fields of physics. It's a minor +point, mostly, but it was interesting. + +Most of the guest cast were good. My main objection here is to Richard Fancy +as Satelk--he made a truly miserable, and *dull*, Vulcan. I think this was +an acting (or maybe directing?) problem more than one of the writing; his +actual questions seemed to be fairly short and to the point. His demeanor +and tone of voice, however, screamed anything BUT Vulcan to me. Not a good +choice. On the other hand, Jacqueline Brooks' Admiral Brand really *is* a +lot like several school principals I've known, and Picard's comments about +her early on rang true. (That conversation of comparing superindentents in +the teaser, BTW, was another nice scene.) + +Ray Walston was a superb Boothby. I have to admit that when I initially +heard he was playing the part, I had qualms; memories of "My Favorite +Martian" were too strong. :-) But he played Boothby rather as I'd expected +the character to be: rather piercingly observant, but also rather surly and +taciturn about it. Yes, it's a bit of a stereotype, but he played it well +enough that I'm willing to forgive it. (It wouldn't have worked without the +link to Picard, either; that set up a lot of interesting parallels.) + +Ed Lauter was an interesting LCDR Albert (the dead cadet's father). He was +tough to get a handle on, but he seemed a very sensibly written character, +and inadvertently pushed all the right buttons with Wes when he returned +Wes's sweater. Interesting. + +The two cadets of Nova Squadron besides Wes and Locarno (Hajar and Sito) were +fine--nothing seemed particularly wonderful, but they didn't need to do much. +They did manage to get across a certain ambivalence about what they were +doing, which played up Locarno's magnetism in creating the whole mess in the +first place. Locarno's "we three have no problem with this" and "we all know +it" obviously made assumptions it shouldn't--and that was the point. So, +they certainly did what they needed to. + +Then, there's Nick Locarno. I thought he went slightly overboard in his final +scene with Wes, but only slightly. Apart from that, he definitely managed to +give off the air of, as Boothby put it, "coach, surrogate father, and best +friend all in one" to the rest of Nova Squadron. He really felt like a born +leader--and as I'm sure others noticed, he seemed rather a Kirk-figure in +many ways (right down to the way he walked at times). His arguments started +to ring false for me in his final scene with Wes, which wasn't so good--but +the revelation at the end that he truly meant every one of them, to the point +of taking the fall himself, lends a bit of poignancy to the whole thing. +Very, very nice. + +And finally, we have Wes. Written to perfection, for possibly the first +time. And performed to perfection, for possibly the first time. I don't +know precisely what I can say here. The story was written around three +people: Wes, and his two surrogate fathers (Locarno and Picard). He had to +choose and he did; and he chose well. + +The regulars were...well, were basically Picard and Bev, first of all; +nobody else had more than three minutes of air-time. I've already taken care +of Bev; she was fine, and also far less essential. Picard was *superb*. + +The best example of this, and in fact the best character interplay I've seen +in months, had to be the Picard/Wes scene in his ready room. I could not +stop watching--literally. The scene, more than anything else, illustrated +just how strong Picard's fatherly feelings are for Wesley, and just *how* +upset and let down by Wes's actions he was. I honestly thought for a second +when Wes chose not to answer (a shocker in itself) that Picard was going to +slap him. (Of course, Picard's patented Withering Stare is much worse... +:-) ) Picard was truly stunned by Wes's stonewalling, and almost lost +complete control--he certainly ended up at the boiling point. Locarno's +"must have been a hell of a speech" was probably just the wrong thing to say, +because it WAS a hell of a speech; everyone I've talked to felt vicariously +guilty after hearing it. The Picard/Wes relationship is probably the most +evolved of the entire show, and this demonstrated that to all watching. I +can't praise this scene enough. + +The direction was mostly good, though not top-notch. It was fairly dynamic +in some cases (the slow pan around the "courtroom" in several of the +investigation scenes, for example), and that mostly worked. And *most* of +the closeups worked--certainly, that of Wes when the navigational data +appears did, as did Picard's shocked stare at Wes when he refuses to answer. +The only one I really remember as jarring was the very first one of Admiral +Brand when she's addressing the hall--that one just seemed unnecessary and +out of place. + +The very few other problems I had were simply of things we didn't see. I'd +have liked to see at least one scene with Beverly *after* Wes's confession, +or at least after Picard finds out what Wes has done. I'd have liked to see +one scene between Boothby and Wes. I'd have liked to see the final scene +between Wes and Picard go on slightly longer. + +But that's a wish list--not necessarily a realistic fault-finding. + +Finally, the conclusion was nice to see, in that we saw that actions *do have +consequences*, and that Wes *did* get taken down a few pegs for his rashness. +I know an awful lot of fans who have been wanting for years to see Wes +actually do something wrong and get nailed for it, and I rather suspect Wil +Wheaton's felt the same way. This did it, in spades. (As a corollary, of +course, if everything's fine and dandy with no references to this next time +we see Wes, I shall be quite displeased.) Picard's earlier scenes with +Boothby, while in part a major tease (just what DID Picard do?), also served +to set up a lot of good parallels with the finale. One wonders if Picard +will ever tell anyone that he was behind Wes's coming forward. (I doubt it.) +Nice. + +Now, some short takes: + +--I absolutely adored that SFA logo Okuda and Sternbach put right before the +navigational tape played. It's the sort of thing that will be on jackets in +six months, I assure you--but it also looked fantastic. ("Scientia ex +astra"--knowledge out of the stars. Ahh.) And now that they've decided the +Federation was founded in 2161, I notice the staffers are putting that date +in wherever they get a chance. :-) + +--Picard's bit about "the first duty...is to the truth, be it scientific +truth, historical truth, *personal truth*...", in addition to being nicely +stated, strikes me as something that could be a very subtle slam at the wave +of "Holocaust Revisionists" that are appearing more and more these days. No +argument here. + +--Did my eyes deceive me, or was the sweater Wes loaned Josh one of those +rainbow sweaters from his first season? Boy, Josh must have been +small--there's no way those things fit Wes any more! :-) (Unless he +continued to wear that fashion afterward...oh, no, it's too horrible to +contemplate...) + +--Possibly the best line of the show (certainly the best nonserious one): +"What happened to your hair?" + +--A Betazoid superintendent...brrr, what a thought. Could you imagine +Lwaxana Troi as a principal? The mind boggles. + +--I'm trying to figure out exactly what school "the game against Minsk" +referred to. Is there another campus for the Academy, or is this a +completely different *type* of school? Any ideas? + +Well, that ought to do it. It wasn't quite perfect, but it was a good watch, +and a very solid outing. Good luck, Wes; see you next season. + +So, the numbers: + +Plot: 9. A mild problem with why the Enterprise crew figured out what + happened while the investigators didn't, but otherwise solid. +Plot Handling: 9. Not quite stunning, but very nice. +Characterization: 9. If Locarno had been *ever* so slightly less over-the- + top in his last scene with Wes, and if Satelk had been even + remotely convincing, this would be higher. + +TOTAL: Looks like a 9. Very nice. + +NEXT WEEK: A rerun, so we all get a breather...phew. :-) + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"We thought we could do it. We thought we could do ANYTHING..." + --W. Crusher +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. 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" Sensors detect an energy + disturbance in Engineering. Calculated danger level high." +Captain Picard hit his communicator. + "Mr. La Forge .... What happened? ..... Geordi, are you all right? + Geordi? .... Geordi?!" +There was no reply. + "Quickly, Data. Go to Engineering. Do you think you'll need any help?" +Data stood up. + "Perhaps, sir, depending on how great the danger is." + "Go with Lieutenant Commander Talon, and be careful, both of you." + "Aye, sir." +They ran into the turbolift. + "Engineering," and the doors hissed shut. + +The smoke in Engineering was thick. Thick enough to cut through with a phaser +beam. Data managed to get a glimpse of Geordi through the smoke, lying on the +floor, the VISOR knocked from his head. He ran to his friend, knelt down +beside him and turned him over. + "Geordi?" he whispered. + "Is he all right?" asked Talon, concerned. + "It would appear so. I detect no internal or external damage. He is + unconscious and should recover soon. " +Data then caught a glimpse of Ensign Davies and Gomez through the smoke. + "Please take Chief Engineer La Forge to sickbay." + "Aye, sir." +Sonja Gomez knelt down to Geordi and helped Davies pick him up. They did as +Data ordered. +Data stood up and walked further into the smoke with Commander Talon. The +Enterprise shook violently again and there was an explosion in the +Engineering Hull. Talon was thrown against the wall. Data leapt to her and +helped her up. + "Are you all right?" he inquired, concerned. + "Yeah" she replied, dusting herself off. "I'm just a little bruised, that's + all. " + "Be careful, and stand behind me for protection. We have to locate the + source of the disturbance before it is too late. " +A computer terminal exploded, sending sparks flying in all directions. Data +waited until he calculated it would be safe to proceed. Captain Picard's +voice sounded over his combadge. + "Data, have you located the source of ..." + "Not as yet, Captain. The smoke emissions are substantially thick, but + judging from the force of the explosions, I believe we are getting closer." + "Maintain an open frequency, Mr. Data." + "Aye, sir." + +The bridge shook forcefully. Counsellor Troi was thrown from her chair. +Captain Picard gave her a hand up. The lighting then began to flicker. + "Picard to Data. Are you any closer?" +Another vigorous jolt threw the captain onto the floor. + + "Captain! ...." came Data's voice, with extreme urgency, "the disturbance + has been located in the antimatter containment tanks! If it cannot be sealed + off, the antimatter core must be emergency-dumped, otherwise the Enterprise + will be destroyed." + "Copy, Commander. Do what you have to - and hurry ..." + +Back in Engineering, Data and Commander Talon had made their way to the +antimatter containment tanks. Data saw the cause of the problem. + "The fissure is large, Captain, but I believe I can seal it off, with a + little ...." + "Data - Don't yap, just do it." + "Yes, sir." +Data began to weld the split closed. A fierce explosion blew out of the +containment tank. Data was standing directly in front of it, took the full +brunt of the explosion and was thrown back a few meters. + "Data!" yelled Commander Talon. + "Data!" came Jean-Luc's urgent voice, "what happened?!" +Commander Talon looked around and pushed her communicator. + "Captain, this is Lieutenant Commander Talon. Data was welding the crack and + was knocked unconscious by an explosion. I can continue." + "Hurry." +She completed welding the fissure, then an explosion struck her. Her reddish +brown hair caught fire. Commander Talon instantly slapped the fames out. She +was hurt, but attended to Data, who had just regained consciousness. + "Everything's under control, Captain," she reported. + "Thank you, Lieutenant. You and Data may return to the bridge." +Data began to stand. He saw Talon was hurt. Her leg was bleeding heavily, +due to a large, deep incision at the rear of her thigh. It took and effort +to stand up. + "I shall escort you to sickbay" offered Data. +Talon smiled. "Thanks." She tried to hide the pain in her voice, but it was +not hidden from Data. He tapped his communicator. + "Captain, reporting to sickbay. Lieutenant Commander Talon has been wounded." + " Badly? " + "Negative, sir. The wound looks painful, but there appears to be no + permanent damage." + "Report to the bridge as soon as possible." + "Acknowledged, Captain." +Data then gently picked up the Commander. + "Hey ...." + "Am I holding you too tightly?" +She smiled and shook her head. Data carried her into the turbolift. + "Sickbay." + +He arrived at the required destination and laid her on the biobed, just as +Geordi was leaving. + "Data .... is everything ...." +Data gave his friend a short nod. + "Everything is under control, Geordi. Are you all right?" + "Yeah, Data, I'm fine. Thanks." +Data smiled at him. La Forge then left for his post . +Doctor Beverly Crusher walked toward Commander Lucia Talon, medical tricorder +in hand. + "Is it very painful?" + "A little" winced Lucia. "It's hurting more .... owww .... I think + something's stuck in there ...." + "Doctor Crusher, I believe I can help." +Beverly looked up at Data. + " Be careful. " +Data gave her a nod. + " Yes, Doctor. I know exactly what I am doing. I have done this before. " +Data took a piece of synthetic material and wiped away the blood. Lucia's leg +was continuing to bleed quite heavily. The android then placed his hands on +the back of her leg. Lucia had expected the hands of a machine to be rough, +hard and cold, but Data's were quite the opposite. Data saw what was stuck +inside her leg. A small piece of metal. He slowly began to pull it out. Lucia +winced, expecting the operation to be extremely painful, but the android's +gentle touch surprised her. She felt no pain, other than what she had felt +before the operation. Data placed the metal splinter down on the ledge. + "The operation has been completed successfully, Doctor," he informed. He + then looked down at Lucia, on the biobed. "Are you feeling all right, + Commander?" + "Yes, Data. Thank you, and thank you too, Doctor." +Beverly smiled. She then sealed Commander Talon's wound. Data helped her off +the bed and returned with her to the Main Bridge. + + "Is everything under control, Data?" was the captain's first question. + "Affirmative, sir" replied the Second Officer. "The situation in Engineering + has returned to normal. The antimatter is contained and Lieutenant Commander + Talon is fine." +Picard tapped his communicator. "Geordi, is everything all right down there?" +Geordi looked around, then touched his communicator. + "Yes, sir. Everything's fine. It's like nothing happened." + "Have you any idea what caused the ...." + "No, Captain. Sensors detect nothing at all. I've scanned for just about + everything. I'll keep you posted. La Forge out." + +As Lieutenant Commander Lucia Talon walked towards the helm, Captain Jean-Luc +Picard noticed her short black miniskirt, which rose well above her knees. As +she leaned over to the console, her skirt lifted further. The sight of her +slender, shapely legs caught more of Picard's attention - made him raise an +eyebrow. +Worf too found it hard to look away. He managed to pull his eyes back to +tactical with some effort. Commander William Riker tried to focus his +attention on the viewscreen, but failed miserably. He could not keep his eyes +off her. If it wasn't for a quick snappy gesture from Picard's hand, Riker +would have fallen out of his chair. +Data, confused at what the fuss was about, looked with curiosity at Commander +Talon's legs. Becoming frustrated when he couldn't figure it out, he turned +back to the Ops console. Lucia, unaware of the commotion she was causing, sat +down at Conn. She then looked over at Data and smiled. Data wanted to ask her +what was so special about her legs, but decided against it and smiled +politely back at her. He then turned back to his console. + + "Captain," came Worf's booming voice, "StarFleet Command is hailing us." +Jean-Luc frowned. + "Open hailing frequencies, Mr. Worf." + "Frequencies open, sir." +Captain Picard stood up and walked toward the viewscreen. + "On main viewer." +Admiral Elita Onel appeared on the viewscreen. + "Greetings, Enterprise," she said. "StarFleet has an urgent rescue mission + for you. We have checked and confirmed that you are the closest Federation + starship to a derelict vessel in which positive life signs have been + confirmed. We are not exactly sure what type of vessel it is, but we believe + it may be Federation. The vessel has been located in the Neutral Zone." +Picard tensed. "Admiral," he began, "have you any idea of the difficulties +that mission would cause?" + "StarFleet is aware of the difficulties and dangers involved in this + mission, Captain Picard. There may be many people on that ship that need + you. You have your orders, but proceed with extreme caution." + "We'll do our best, Admiral." + "I know you will, Jean-Luc. I know the Enterprise will not let us down. + Onel out." +The viewscreen went blank. + "Wonderful ...." muttered Riker +Captain Picard eyed the crew and rubbed his chin. "Mmmm... we have a +problem ...." + "Entering the Neutral Zone will appear provocative, Captain," warned his + First Officer. "The Romulans ....." + "I'm aware of the danger, Number One, but if we do not enter, the people in + that vessel will most certainly die." + "I realize the importance of this mission, Captain," said Worf, "but we are + taking a substantial risk." + "I know, Lieutenant, but the Admiral has a point - There may be people on + that ship who need our help. Who knows how many? And we will also be taking + a risk if we disobey StarFleet." + "Captain," cautioned Worf, "it may also be a Romulan trap." + "We cannot automatically assume the Romulans are involved, Lieutenant. Set + co-ordinates for the Neutral Zone." +Captain Picard then tapped his communicator. "Engineering, we need Maximum +Warp for as long we can hold." + "Aye, sir," came Geordi's voice. "Maximum Warp." + "Data," said the Captain, turning to Ops, "travelling at Maximum Warp, + exactly when will we reach the derelict?" + "Forty-eight hours, twenty-two minutes, and fifty-thr..." + "Thank you, Mr. Data. That was exact enough." + "Of course, Captain, the time will vary as the derelict continues to drift + further away or toward us. I cannot be certain in which direction it is + drifting." + "By how much will the time vary, Data?" + "Approximately four to seven seconds, sir." +Jean-Luc sighed. "Thank you .... thank you, Data ...." + +As the Enterprise soared into Maximum Warp, Captain Picard addressed his +third in command. + "Data, brief Lieutenant Commander Talon on our previous encounters with the + Romulans." + "Yes, Captain." +Data pushed the rotating Ops console away from him turned towards Commander +Talon and began. + + "... and then ...." + "Data ..." interrupted Captain Picard, tediously, "- I said brief." +Data turned to him. "Yes, I .... I know, Captain. I apologize." He pulled +back to Ops. He knew he got carried away sometimes ... +Lucia had taken everything in quite well. She was a quick learner, well she +had to be to be helmsman of the Enterprise. She had listened to Data well and +made notes in her head of what he had said. Lucia was puzzled at how an +android's voice could sound so calm and gentle. Frankly, when Captain Picard +called Data off, she wanted him to go on. She then discreetly glanced over at +him. + Hmmm .... Quite good looking for an android ..... In fact .... very good + looking .... + "Lieutenant Commander Talon," said the captain, "come to my Ready Room. " +Lucia looked around. "Yes, sir." +She stood up and followed him. The doors hissed shut behind them. + "Sit down" offered Jean-Luc. +He waited for Lucia to be seated, then said, "this is not the best of +circumstances, Commander. You are our newest bridge crewman. Do you feel +confident with this situation?" + "Captain," began Commander Talon, her tone serious, "I realise the danger + and risk involved in this mission. I don't mean to sound modest, but I am + the helmsman of the Enterprise, because I was the best in the Academy. I + joined StarFleet for a challenging career. I know the risks that come with + the StarFleet Uniform. I am confident, sir and I will do my best to serve + you, the Enterprise and StarFleet, always." +Captain Picard nodded. + "Thank you, Commander. Dismissed." + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 46209.4: + A derelict vessel has been located in the Neutral Zone. StarFleet + Command has informed us that they have detected life forms aboard it + and since the Enterprise is the closest Federation vessel, have + ordered us to rescue all survivors. It is an extremely dangerous and + risky mission, but I agree it must be done. I have taken into account + that we may be heading straight into a trap. We are proceeding with + extreme caution. + + +Lieutenant Commander Talon was off duty, and was walking down one of the +Enterprise's many corridors. She had never been on a starship as large as the +Enterprise before and was amazed at her size and technology. Lucia turned +around and looked back at where she had been. She then began to walk +backwards. Unaware of who or what was in front of her, she turned around and +bumped smack into Lieutenant Commander Data. + "Oh .... sorry .... excuse me ..... I didn't see you ....." +The android was puzzled. + "I realize the fact that you did not see me," he said, "but may I inquire as + to why you were walking backwards?" +Lucia smiled. + "This ship ...." she said. "She's amazing .... massive. No matter where you + turn, she never seems to come to an end." + "The Enterprise is a large starship" confirmed Data, "but everything comes + to an end. I am off duty, Commander Talon. If you desire, I would be willing + to show you around." + "That'd be wonderful, Data. Thank you, but are you sure you won't get lost?" + Data nodded. "It is understandable to assume that one could get lost on the + Enterprise, but I being an android, I have the entire lay out of the ship + stored in my memory." + "I keep on forgetting that you're an android. You seem so .... human." +Data smiled. The smile then faded away. + "You are not angry or disappointed in the fact that I am not human?" + "No. I don't have any prejudice against you, Data. Some of the nicest people + you meet aren't human. I have to admit, sometimes I wish I was an android as + well." + "Being an android has many advantages," pointed out Data, "but I would + gladly give them all up to be human." +Lucia smiled. + "It'd be nice if we could swap bodies." +Data had a puzzled look on his face as he looked up and down her body. "That +is not possible" he concluded. + "I know, I know, but I wish it were." +Data nodded. +There was a short pause. + "Now" said Commander Talon, suddenly, "how about showing me around?" +Data gave a nod. "Certainly." +He began showing her various aspects of the Enterprise, being very careful +not to bore the Commander with explicit detail. + +Hours later ... + "Thanks, Data. I feel as if I know my way around this ship backwards." + "I would not recommend that, Commander," advised Data. "You may know your + way around the Enterprise backwards, but you do not know who is in front of + you. You may bump into someone - again." +Lucia laughed. + "You're really something ...." she complimented. "And please, call me Lucia." + "Thank you, Lucia," Data said automatically, not entirely sure what he was + thanking her for. +Data stopped in front of a door in the corridor. + "What's in there?" asked Lucia. + "This is my personal quarters" replied Data, walking inside as the door + hissed open. "You may come inside, if you desire." + "Thank, you, Data." +Lucia followed him in. Data was puzzled at the slight excitement he detected +in her voice, but he decided not to say anything more. Lucia then looked +around. Data's quarters were quite spacious. Something bright then caught her +attention. + "What's this?" she asked. + "One of my paintings" answered Data. + "It's beautiful .... You painted it yourself?" +Data nodded. "Of course I had to be taught how to paint. Geordi, my best +friend taught me, but all my work is original." +Lucia turned to another of Data's paintings. "What is this one?" + "It is not yet completed. It does not appear to be a painting of anything in + particular, but much human art falls into the same category. I have been + studying many ancient painters, the most interesting being, Da Vinci, Van + Gogh, Michelangelo, Picasso, Pro Hart..." + "Pro Hart?" inquired Lucia. + "A twentieth century Australian painter. I find his work most interesting. + Perhaps also the most unusual." +Captain Picard's voice sounded over Lucia's communicator. + "Lieutenant Commander Talon, please report to the bridge." +She tapped her insignia. "On my way, Captain." +She took another look at the android's painting, then started to leave. + "I'll see you later, Data." +Lucia left for the bridge. Data turned to his unfinished painting and began +to work on it. + +Later, Lucia returned to Data's quarters and sounded the door buzzer. + "Come in" said Data, continuing to paint. +Lucia entered. Data put his paints down on the ledge. + "Data," she began, "I've got a surprise for you." +Lucia produced a wrapped parcel from behind her back. + "A gift?" said Data, confused, "I thank you, but why? It is no special + occasion." + "I know, but just open it." +Data took the parcel from Lucia and ripped the wrapping off, as Wesley had +once told him he was supposed to do, but being careful not to damage what was +inside. + "It is a tapestry" he said, examining it. +Lucia nodded. + "I got it for you to do. You seem to like art so much, you'll enjoy it. Do + you know how ..." + "Affirmative. I have observed humans sewing. Thank you, Lucia." + "Don't mention it. By the way, how long do you think it'll take you?" +Data glanced at the tapestry. + "It contains three hundred and ninety-two lines, each containing two hundred + and fourteen stitches .... I would estimate - nine minutes and twenty + seconds." + "What?! These usually take weeks .... months ..... Oh yeah.... I forgot, + androids can work faster than humans." + "That is correct, Lucia, but even though I could finish in under ten + minutes, I would like to do it slowly, as if I were human." +Lucia smiled. "That's lovely, Data." +Data then hesitated. "Lucia," he said, "I have to report to Engineering to +assist Geordi in increasing shield efficiency. We are going to need it if +things turn ugly with the Romulans." +Lucia nodded. "I agree." +Data put the tapestry down. "I will start this later. Sorry. I have to go. +Duty calls." + "It's okay, Data. I know the feeling." +Data frowned a little, puzzled, but decided not to say anything. They then +both left his quarters. + +The Enterprise without warning, rocked violently. + "Captain!" came the chief engineer's urgent voice, "it's happening again!" +Jean-Luc was preoccupied with wrestling the armrests of his chair, to remain +seated. + "Copy, Geordi. Do everything you can to keep .... whatever it is away from + the antimatter containment tanks." + "Aye, sir, but that's not gonna be easy." + "Do you need any extra hands down there?" + "If we can't rectify the damage no amount of extra people will help. We're + doing the best we can. I'll keep you posted. La Forge out." + "Geordi," said Data, glancing at him, "perhaps if we can locate the source + of the disturbance, you may be able to counter its effects. I would + hypothesize that the near disaster which struck the Enterprise before was + caused by the same ..." + "Gotcha, Data." + +The Enterprise continued to shake vigorously. + "Captain," came Geordi's voice, "I've scanned for everything and anything. + The only thing I've been able to detect is very faint. It seems to be a + strange energy of some sort. " + "Theorize." + "I'm not sure, sir. It appears to be constantly changing. It isn't anything + we're familiar with. I can't even make it our with the VISOR. We've managed + to keep it away from the antimatter, for now. Things should quieten down, + but I'm not sure how long the peace can be maintained." + "Geordi, run a further analysis on the energy and try to find its source. + Keep me posted." + "Aye, sir." + +A few moments later ... +Data instantly tapped his insignia. + "Captain," he reported, with some element of surprise, "it appears that the + source of this strange energy is emanating from within the Neutral Zone .... " +Captain Picard's eyes widened. + "Are you sure, Data?" + "I have checked three times and confirmed, sir." + "Captain, it has to be the Romulans" accused Worf, anger burning inside him. + "They are trying to destroy us." + "There is not enough evidence to make such an accusation, Lieutenant. The + alien energy has never been encountered by the Enterprise or any other + Federation vessel, so it probably has never been encountered by the Romulans + either." +Worf agreed, reluctantly. + +One hour later, Lieutenant Commander Talon was in her quarters, frustrated +and confused, pacing back and forth, back and forth. The door buzzer sounded. +Lucia did not want to be bothered. + "Come in" she said, a little harsher than she had intended. +Then her anger vanished. + "What are you doing?" Data asked, puzzled, as he walked into her quarters. + "I'm worried Data .... I'm off duty and I can't think straight. This Romulan + situation's really getting to me. What makes me even more angry, is there's + nothing I can do about it." + "Come with me" said Data, offering her his hand. + "Where are we going?" + "Holodeck Two. You need to relax, then you will operate with higher + efficiency." +Lucia smiled. "Thanks, Data." + +They arrived at the entrance to Holodeck Two. + "Have you ever been to the holodeck?" Data asked. + "No, I haven't." + "What setting is to your liking?" +Lucia then giggled, her cat-like eyes sparkling. "Um .... something +romantic ...." +Data hesitated and turned to her. "I am afraid my experience in romance is +somewhat ... limited...." +Lucia looked sympathetic. She then turned to the computer. + "Computer," she said, "program a moonlit seaside on a crisp clear night." +There was a moments pause. "Program complete. You may enter when ready." +The holodeck doors slid apart, revealing the program specified. Data and +Lucia stepped inside and the doors closed behind them. + "Oh Data ..... I never imagined it could look so real ...." +Lucia gazed into the purple sky, which deepened toward the horizon. + "It's .... it's wonderful ...." + "The holodeck is always extremely accurate in simulating real situations." +An ocean wave broke on the shore. Lucia ran to the rim of the water and +touched the next incoming wave. She jumped back as it touched her feet. She +then fell backwards, and Data caught her. + "I still can't believe how real this all is ...." +She and Data began to walk along the sand. + "Forgive me," started Data, pausing and putting his right hand into the + left, "but I do not understand how a moonlit seaside scenario is considered + to be .... romantic." + "Data, it's romantic because it's peaceful, calm and beautiful. The way the + moonlight sparkles on the ocean .... the dim light, the quietness, + stillness ... That's why people have candle lit dinners ...." +Data stopped walking. I remember he thought, the candle lit dinner with Jenna +D'sora. I failed then, and it is going to happen again. I do not want to hurt +Lucia as I did Jenna. Perhaps I will come to an understanding of romance, but +I will never truly feel it? +When Data dragged himself back to the present moment, he noticed Lucia's +light green eyes were staring into his. + "Hey ...." she said, "you with me?" +In the past, Data would have been puzzled and said `I have been here all +along,' but he had come a long way since then. + "I was just .... thinking about something ....." + "It's all right, Data. What were you thinking about?" + "I would rather not discuss it .... I ...." + "I understand. You don't have to. Everyone has private thoughts they don't + want to talk about." + "Lucia ...." said Data, quickly changing the subject, "I can never + physically be human, but being with humans for so long, I have learnt so + much about them. I understand many aspects that I did not in the past, but + there is so much I do not understand .... You seem very understanding, + Lucia .... could you...." +Data hesitated. Lucia gazed into his innocent golden eyes. + "Help you to become more human?" +He slowly nodded. "Please" he said, quietly. + "Sure, Data. It'll be my pleasure." + "Thank you" he whispered, sincerely. +Lucia then sneezed. + "Ah ..... That is one thing which I would like to know more about." + "What?" asked Lucia, confused. + "Sneezing. How do humans do it? I keep trying, but I cannot seem to get it + right." Data tried to sneeze. +Lucia laughed. + "What is so funny? I also find human humour difficult to understand." Data + sounded frustrated. + "Hang on, Data - One thing at a time. A sneeze is an involuntary action. You + can't control it. It just happens." + "How?" + "Well, there's two ways one can sneeze - one, from a disease called a cold, + which is quite rare now, and two, when the nose is irritated." Lucia sneezed + again. "You see? I didn't control that. I haven't got a cold. There's + something very small inside my nose which is making me sneeze." + "I see" said Data. " Is there any possible way I could sneeze? .... Just + once?" + "I don't know, Data ..... Um .... Wait a second." Data paused. "I have + waited a second." +Lucia smiled again. "Just wait a little longer - Computer, freeze program and +change setting to a middle-classed old fashioned restaurant." +In a flash, the setting changed to a late twentieth century restaurant. Data +and Lucia found themselves sitting at the corner table. Data looked around to +familiarise himself with the surroundings. He then turned back to Lucia and +saw her pick up a small glass object, with holes at the top. + "Sniff this" she said. +Data looked confused. + "What is it?" he asked, as he took it from her. + "Just sniff it, Data, and sniff hard." +Data curiously eyed the object that Lucia had given him, and sniffed hard. He +then looked inquisitively at her. + "I do not understand why ....." +Then it happened. For the first time in his life - Data truly sneezed. He +could not believe it. He hardly had any time to be surprised, before he +sneezed again, and again. + "I finally did it!" he exclaimed. "What was in that object?" + "Pepper." + "Pepper? Is that not an additive humans use to enhance flavour of certain + foods?" + "It also makes you sneeze, Data." +Data smiled. "Thank you." + "Nah ..... It was nothin' really." +Together they stood up, walked toward the exit of the restaurant and out into +the street, the crisp, cold night air all around them. Lucia slipped her arm +through Data's, then gave him a kiss. +The two were then violently thrown onto the floor. The holodeck scene +instantly changed back to the beach setting, then to the restaurant, then to +the street and then it was blank. Showing only the glowing yellow grid. + "Commander Data, report to the bridge immediately!" + +The holodeck doors appeared and began to slide open and closed. + "How will we know when to go through?" +Lucia readied herself to make the dash. + "Wait" said Data. "You may injure yourself. Perhaps I can hold the doors + open." +Data took hold of one door and then the other, holding them apart with his +immense android strength. Lucia darted out underneath him. Data quickly +released the doors and leapt out of the way as they slammed shut. + "Holodeck deactivated" came the voice of the computer. + "Phew .... We got out of there just in time" gasped Lucia. +Data made sure she was not hurt. +He then stood up and charged into the turbolift. The ride was rocky, but he +soon arrived on the bridge and instantly was at his post. + "What do you make of that, Mr. Data?" +Captain Picard pointed to the viewscreen. + "It appears to be a cloud of ionized gas particles, Captain, but the sensors + disconfirm that. It is an energy cloud of some kind, but of what kind, I + cannot be sure." +There was a pause. Then the Ops terminal gave a buzz. Data glanced down at it +and his eyes widened. + "Captain!" he exclaimed, "the sensors have confirmed the energies of this + cloud to be identical to the alien energy Geordi detected in Engineering." + "Shields up! Red Alert!" +Data's fingers flew across the Ops console. + "Captain, shields will not have any effect. Sensors indicate the alien + energy is already aboard the Enterprise, and levels of it are increasing at + alarming rates in the Engineering Hull." + +Engineering was in utter chaos. Geordi was madly trying to secure the +antimatter containment tanks. He slapped his combadge. + "Captain! Everything's going haywire down here! We're doing everything we + can, but the energy levels are increasing fast. If it keeps up, we're gonna + have to dump the antimatter core." + "Do what you have to, Geordi. Picard out. Data, is there any way to stop + it?" +Jean-Luc's voice was full of urgency; the android was calm as ever. + "I am trying, sir, but the energy appears to be fluctuating and therefore is + altering readings." + "Captain!" came Geordi's urgent voice, "the energy is beginning to overload + the antimatter containment tanks! I'm gonna have to dump it." + "Make it so." +Geordi began initiating the sequence to emergency dump the antimatter. + "Captain! .... Something's gone wrong! .... I can't dump the core! It won't + budge .... And it's going to blow in less than four minutes! ...." +A shiver ran up the spines of all on the bridge, with the exception of Data, +who was busily monitoring the Ops console. + "Captain ..." he said, "the alien energy is beginning to spread from the + Engineering Hull, throughout the entire ship. It has not yet reached the + Saucer Section. I suggest we prepare for Emergency Saucer Separation. I can + see no way to save the Engineering Hull. If we separate, at least one of the + sections will be saved." +Jean-Luc took a deep breath, wishing there was another way out of this. A way +to save everyone. +Data's thoughts were for his best friend, Geordi La Forge. They had been +through so much together and Geordi had always been there when Data needed +him. + Thank you, Geordi. Thank you for everything. I wish I could save you, but I + can't. I'm sorry ... Goodbye .... + "Make it so" said the captain, after a pause. "Separate." +Worf began the sequence for Emergency Saucer Separation. + "Captain! The controls are not responding! Separation is impossible ...." +Picard spun to tactical. "What?!" + "The energy has now infiltrated the Saucer Section, Captain," informed Data. + "Estimated time to total destruction of the Enterprise, two minutes and + forty seconds." + This is the end Jean-Luc thought. The end. I have always known the risks + involved being the captain of a starship, I always knew it would come. But + not now. Not like this ... + "Captain!" called Data, abruptly, "I believe there may be a way to save the + Enterprise." +Picard spun towards him. + "What will be involved, Captain, is ...." + "Forget the explanation, Data!" snapped Riker. "Do it! We only have about a + minute left." + "Forty-nine seconds, sir." Data tapped his communicator. + "Transporter Chief, lock onto the coordinates of the antimatter containment + tank in Engineering and beam it directly into the centre of the energy + cloud." + "Data?" questioned Picard. + "I know exactly what I am doing, Captain." + "Proceed with the transport." +The antimatter core was beamed to the coordinates specified by the Second +Officer. + "Raise shields" ordered Picard. +The galactic explosion witnessed was spectacular. All but Data were +temporarily blinded by its brightness. The Enterprise rocked heavily. When +she stabilized, Data checked the Ops console. + "Captain," he said comfortably, "the alien energy is no longer aboard the + Enterprise. The antimatter totally disintegrated it." +Relief overwhelmed everyone, except Data. +The chief engineer's voice sounded over the Captain's communicator. + "Bridge, everything's A-OK down here" he informed. "A few injuries, but + that's all." + "Good to hear it, Geordi," smiled Jean-Luc. "We owe our lives to Data." +Geordi smiled and nodded. "That's my pal." +Data smiled, grateful to hear his friend's voice. + Will Riker sat down in his chair. + "Phew .... another moment and that thing would've cooked our goose." +Data turned around in his chair, his quizzical look taking over his fair +complexion. "Goose, sir? I detect no ...." +Will smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Data. If it wasn't +for you, the ..." + "The goose would have been cooked, sir?" +Jean-Luc, Deanna and Will smiled. + "Something like that, yes." +Data gave a small smile, but still looked confused. + "Captain," he then said, "we are now travelling on impulse power. The time + we will take to reach the derelict has altered from the original. Our ETA at + its coordinates are six hours and thirty-one minutes." + "Thank you, Data." +Captain Picard then looked at his Second Officer, and something faint caught +his attention. + "Data, what's that?" +Data frowned and looked puzzled. "What is what, Captain?" + "That - on your face?" +Data looked at his reflection in the Ops console. He blinked and quickly +wiped the dash of lipstick away. + "Er .... nothing .... Captain ....." +Will Riker looked away and a smile broke out on his face. + "Dismissed, Mr. Data," said Jean-Luc, not wanting to pursue the matter. +Data gave an abrupt nod and walked promptly to the turbolift. He could feel +the eyes of the entire bridge crew watching him. Why are they all staring at +me? Did I say or do something wrong? +Data did not turn around. The bridge crew were even more surprised when they +heard the android sneeze just as the turbolift doors were about to open. +"Excuse me, please." +Data then entered the lift without saying another word. +Will Riker turned to Jean-Luc, eyes wide. + "Was that a sneeze, sir?" +The captain raised his eyebrows and gave a surprised nod. + "Yes, Number One, I believe it was." + +Lieutenant Commander Talon was Ten-Forward, sitting alone, with one of +Guinan's specialities in hand. Commander Riker walked to her table and sat +next to her. + "Mind if I sit here?" +Lucia looked at him. "I suppose not." +Frankly she wished Data would come. + "So, why's a beautiful girl like you sitting all alone?" +The statement caught Lucia off guard. + "I .... I don't know .... Just wanted a drink I guess...." +Riker eyed her. "Come on ... I think you're lonely ..." +Lucia was getting slightly agitated. + "Come with me .... I'll take you to the holodeck." + "I've already been to Holodeck Two with ...." +Lucia's voice trailed off. Riker was interested. + "With who?" +Lucia wouldn't answer. + "Come on ...." insisted Riker. "Who with? ...." + "With all due respect, sir, It's none of your business." +Riker looked a trifle offended at that. + "I'm sorry ...." he said with an apologetic face. "You know ... the light of + this place makes your eyes look beautiful..." + "Commander..." +At that moment, Data walked into Ten-Forward. + Thank God ... thought Lucia. + "Excuse me, Commander, but I'm really not interested." +Riker nodded, a trifle upset. Lucia stood and walked to Data. + "Hi, Data," she said. +Data turned around to face her. "Hello, Lucia." + "Let's go" she said softly. + "But I have only just arrived ..." +Lucia looked around and saw Riker's eyes fixed on her. She gave him a fierce +look. Riker instantly looked away. Lucia kissed Data and the two walked out +of Ten-Forward. Riker watched them go. He didn't take his eyes away from the +entrance, until a familiar figure stood before him. Riker looked up. + "Guinan." + "Can I get you something?" +Riker hesitated, then said, "no ... no thanks." + "You jealous?" +Riker looked up at Guinan. "What about?" +Guinan looked at him, implying Riker knew exactly what about. + "I don't know .... she's a beautiful woman, but I can't help feeling happy + for Data." + "So, ask yourself again - Are you jealous?" +Riker looked at her and after a pause softly said, "I guess not." + +Data and Lucia were walking down the corridor. + "Somebody should keep that Riker on a leash." +Data was not sure he understood what Lucia meant, but said nothing about it. + "Lucia," he then said, "I have I have lost my tapestry needle." + "No problem, Data. I'll get you another." +At that moment, Captain Picard's voice sounded over both their communicators. + "Commander Data and Commander Talon, please report to the bridge - Now." + "On our way, Captain," transmitted Lucia. +They walked to the turbolift and the doors opened. Data gestured to Lucia to +enter the turbolift first. He then followed her. + "Main Bridge." +The doors hissed shut. + +The turbolift opened. Lieutenant Commander Data and Talon walked onto the +bridge. + "You sent for us, Captain?" inquired Data. + "Yes, I did, Data. StarFleet Command has hailed us urgently and we've lost + the signal." + "I shall attempt to relocate it, Captain." +Data sat at Ops and Lucia sat at Conn. She stood up instantaneously with a +ear-piercing shriek. Startled, Jean-Luc looked quickly at her. + "Commander, explain ...." + "Data ...." she said, gingerly, "I've found your needle." +Then embarrassed, she sat down again without saying another word. She handed +the needle to Data, who gave her nod. He opened his mouth, but found he did +not know how to say what he was thinking - feeling. He wanted to apologise, +but didn't know how. Lucia could see this and smiled. + "It's all right," she mouthed to him. +Data was quite relieved that Lucia was not in the slightest, angry with him. + She is so understanding .... he thought. She treats me as if I were a human + and she cares about me. +Data looked over at Lucia, who was busily studying her console. + No matter how much I wish I could have any feelings for her, I must remember + - I am incapable of emotion. I will have to live with that for the remainder + of my existence ... + + "Mr. Data, have you located the frequency?" +Data was deep in thought. + Perhaps someday I will learn what emotions actually mean, but will I ever + truly feel them? This is a question that can only be answered in time, if + answered at all. + +Irritated, the captain raised his voice. + "Mr. Data, is there something wrong with your hearing?" +Data blinked. + "Negative, sir. I am functioning at optimum level. My hearing is ...." + "This is the third time I'm asking you." + "I apologise, Captain. I was .... thinking about something." + "Kindly think about your duty. Have you located the frequency?" + "Not as yet, sir." + +A few moments later .... + "Captain, I have something. It is very faint. Audio only." + "Is it the StarFleet message?" + "I believe so, sir." + "Pipe it through, quickly." + "Enterprise ..." came the urgent voice of Admiral Onel. "This is an + extremely urgent warning. The Romulans have blamed the Federation for the + destruction of three of their Warbirds, due to an unknown alien energy + source. They are aware of your mission into the Neutral Zone and believe you + are going to attempt to destroy them. They will be waiting for you, + Jean-Luc. They may even attempt to intercept the Enterprise. " + "Admiral, we are not responsible" emphasized Picard. "The energy almost + destroyed the Enterprise as well." + "I know, you are not responsible, Captain Picard. All our attempts of + negotiation with the Romulans have failed completely. You must be extremely + careful." + "Thank you for the warning, Admiral. We are taking all the necessary + precautions. We've already manage to increase shield efficiency by + thirty-seven percent." + "Jean-Luc, even if you fail, StarFleet will always know you did your best. + The name Enterprise will never be forgotten. StarFleet out." + "One disaster after another ...." muttered Picard. "There won't be any + prizes for the person who guesses what's going to happen next ..." + +A few hours later, Data and Lucia were off duty, and were in the turbolift, +going to their separate quarters. Data was unaware of it, but Lucia was +staring at him. + He's been so kind to me .... When my leg was hurt, he was so gentle .... And + aboard the holodeck .... that was so romantic. It was beautiful, even though + Data didn't understand it as I did. Maybe he did inside, but didn't know + what it was .... I feel so sorry for him. He tries so hard and never seems + to get what he deserves. All he wants is to be human .... +Lucia quickly wiped a tear from her cheek as Data turned around. The +turbolift doors hissed open. Lucia walked out and Data continued on to deck +fifteen. + +In her quarters, Lucia sat in her chair and turned the computer monitor +toward her. + "Computer," she said, "requesting all available information on Lieutenant + Commander Data." + "Working ..." + "Lieutenant Commander Data was the second sentient android created by Doctor + Noonian Soong, earth's foremost robotic scientist. He has a computational + speed of 60 trillion operations per second and a total storage capacity of + 800 quadrillion bits.... " +The computer continued with Data's technical schematics and history in +StarFleet. Lucia was very impressed, with Data's medals and achievements. + "Intriguing .... as Data would say ..... Computer, you said Data was the + second android. Who was the first?" + "The first sentient android created by Dr. Noonian Soong was Lore." +The computer went on to tell Lucia more about Lore. + "An android with a criminal record. Data's evil twin ... Weird family... I + wonder how Data feels about Lore?..." + +Quite a while later, the computer had finished. Lucia was glad to have more +of an understanding of Data. + +Data was in his quarters, reading a book, entitled HANDLING FIGHTS IN A +RELATIONSHIP - The Male Role. +He finished the book in a matter of seconds. + "Most intriguing ...." he found himself saying. "Perhaps I will do better + this time ...." +Data put the book on the ledge. He then sat down and continued with his +tapestry enjoying the peaceful pastime. Realising he had almost run out of +brown wool, he left to get some more. While he was gone, Lucia walked into +his quarters. + "Data ...." she called. +She saw there was no one here. She then walked towards Data's unfinished +tapestry. + "He's good at this ...." she said to herself. "Most intriguing ...." +Lucia then looked on the ledge and saw the book. + "Ohh .... that poor guy ...." she said quietly, sympathetically. "He tries + so hard .... I'll play along with him ...." +Lucia then turned and looked again at the tapestry. At that moment, Data +walked into his quarters and saw Lucia in there, with her back to him. + Now is my chance .... he thought. +He put the wool over the book and looked at Lucia. + "Get out of my way" he snapped. +Lucia turned around and looked at him. + "What?" she asked, a little confused. + "You are in my way" snapped Data impertinently. "Move." +Lucia realised what Data was trying to do. + "You're a very rude android" she hissed, playing along with him. +Data then slapped her across her face with the correct amount of pressure. +Lucia put her hand over her cheek, shook her head and recovered. She then +tried to grab Data's arms, but he grabbed hers first. Lucia pushed against +him, forcing him backwards. Data knew he could easily better her, but he was +limiting his strength to that of a human his size and build. Data forced +Lucia backwards and onto the floor. He was on top of her in no time, holding +her down. Lucia pushed the android off her, climbed on top of him and held +him down with all her strength. Lucia then eased her grip on Data's wrists. +Data grabbed her arms. Lucia didn't retaliate, but drew her head closer to +Data's and kissed him. Data released his grip on Lucia's wrists and slowly +put his arms around her back. Then he stopped. + "No .... no ... I cannot do this ...." he said, sitting up. + "Why not, Data?" asked Lucia. "I'm sorry if I've... " + "No .... it is not your fault .... It is mine .... I tried to have a + relationship before and it did not work. I hurt Jenna's feelings. I did not + mean to ...." +Gently, Lucia kissed Data. + "No ...." said Data, raising his voice. "I can't!" +Data blinked, frowned a little then inclined his head to one side. + "I used a contraction!" +He hugged Lucia, perhaps a little too hard. Lucia coughed, shook her head, +then smiled. + "Sorry ..." he said, an apologetic look on his face. +Lucia smiled. + "You can, Data, if you put your mind and heart to it." + "That's ... just it " said Data, "I do not have a heart." + "You do, Data .... just ...." + "Lucia, I do not. I cannot feel anything." + "You can feel, Data, you just don't realise it. " + "But how can ...." + "Data, I'm sure you've heard the story of the Tin Man, how he wanted a heart + so badly, he didn't realise that he already had one. I believe it's the same + with you." +Data gave a small smile. "How can I know if that is true?" + "You will know in time, Data, all good things succumb to those who wait and, + Data, nothing you do will offend or hurt me. I know that is not your intent." +Data nodded. "I am extremely grateful to you, Lucia, for being so +understanding. It would seem no one had ever understood me this well, apart +from my close friends." +Lucia smiled. "It is my pleasure, Data, always, and, " Lucia inclined her +head to one side, "you would not consider others as friends if you did not +have any emotions." + "I have never thought of it like that before, but, Lucia, as much as I would + like to think I have emotions, I ...." +Lucia put her finger over Data's mouth. + "How do you feel about your brother Lore?" she asked. + "How do you know about...." + "I was looking in some computer files." + "Lore is jealous of me and he is evil." + "Was he always like that?" + "My father, Dr. Soong would not have made him evil. Lore said that the + colonists rejected him. Perhaps that is why he turned against him." + "Have you ever tried to understand him?" Lucia asked. "Perhaps he wouldn't + be evil if someone accepted him." +Data nodded. "Perhaps, but I have yet to confront him again to test that +theory." +Lucia smiled. "Where were we, Data?.... Yes .... right here...." +They started kissing passionately. + + "Lucia," said Data, after a while, "most humans would find it hard if not + impossible to have a relationship with a machine. You ...." + "Data .... you're not a machine ....." + "I am a machine, Lucia. I was created by ...." + "Yes, Data. I know Dr. Noonian Soong. You have the components of a machine, + but you are sentient. Machines are not sentient. I don't like the term + 'machine' to describe you." +Data looked at her, inquisitively. + "What ... term would you choose, then?" + "Data, you're .... I like to think of you as a mechanical life form." +Data's expression showed he agreed. + "And," said Lucia smiling, gently putting her arm around his back, + "-Computer, dim the lights - You're a very sexy android..." + +Commander William Riker was on his way to the bridge. + "Picard to Riker." +The First Officer tapped his communicator. + "Riker here, sir." + "Locate Commander Data, and both of you report to the bridge." + "Aye, sir." +Riker turned to the computer. + "Computer," he said, "locate Lieutenant Commander Data." + "Lieutenant Commander Data is in his private quarters." +Commander Riker walked to Data's quarters. He sounded the door buzzer. There +was no reply. Riker then opened the door and took a step inside. + "Dat ...." he began to say. +His gaze then met the floor, where he saw Lieutenant Commander Data and +Lieutenant Commander Talon rolling around on the floor, kissing passionately, +seeming to have a wonderful time. Will's eyes almost shot out of their +sockets, as he stood there, gaping like a goldfish. He then stepped out of +Data's quarters and silently began to walk the other way. Despite the initial +shock, Will could not help smiling to himself. + "Pinocchio's discovered women ...." +William then hopped into the turbolift. + "Bri...dge." + +The turbolift doors hissed open and Commander Riker stepped out onto the +bridge. + "Number One, where's Data?" + "Uh .... he's busy at the moment, Captain .... very busy .... It's not + urgent is it?" + " No " said Picard. " No one is manning the Ops station at the moment. I + need to estimate the time we have left before we reach the derelict vessel. + No matter. I'll do it. " +Jean-Luc then sat at Ops and flexed his fingers. + "Three hours, twenty-nine minutes." + "And thirty-five seconds ..." added Will with a smile. + +Meanwhile, in Data's quarters, the two still lay close together on the floor. +Lucia sensed someone else was near. She looked sidewards and shrieked. A face +was peering at them. + "Do not be alarmed" said Data. "This is my friend, Spot." + "You didn't tell me you had a cat, Data." + "You never asked." +Lucia smiled and gently stroked Spot. The cat began to purr. Data then stood +up, holding both Lucia and Spot in his arms. The cat jumped onto the ledge +and pawed the wool. Data put Lucia down. Lucia saw the book again. She picked +it up. + "Data, you don't need this to impress me." +Data seemed to be embarrassed, but said nothing as Lucia continued. "I like +you the way you are. You try so hard to be human. Perhaps just be yourself +for a change." +Data nodded. "Thank you, Lucia. I will make a note of that." +He then gently kissed her. + "Data," she said, "can you do some more of this painting? I would love to + see you paint." +Data smiled at her, picked up his paints and began. The painting did not take +him long to complete, as he was almost finished. + "Now ..." he said, putting the paintbrush down. "What should I entitle it, + Lucia? Any ideas?" + "Data .... this is your painting. Your work of art. You created it. You + think of a title. You probably have more ideas than I do anyway." +Data nodded. He had a thoughtful look on his face. He then looked at his +painting. + "As I said to you before, it is not a painting of anything in particular. It + is simply free strokes of the brush. " +Data inclined his head to the right and paid particular attention to the +colours merging freely into one and other. + "Ah" he said, abruptly. "I have an idea." + "I knew you would, Data," smiled Lucia, putting her hand around his back. +Data then picked up a fine brush, dipped it in brown paint and bent down to +the painting. He painted the title in the left hand corner. + + Freedom + Lt Commander + Data + + "Data .... that's beautiful" gasped Lucia. "Freedom .... that is exactly + what your painting portrays." +She then gazed directly into Data's luminous golden eyes. + "Data .... how can you have given the painting such a beautiful name if you + had no feelings?" +The android's confused look took over his complexion. + "I do not know, but I told you I have no ...." + "Shhh, Data, " silenced Lucia, gently. "You do have emotions, you just don't + realise it." +Data smiled, not of pleasure, but with what appeared like pain, longing. + "I wish I could believe that." +Lucia put her arms around Data and gave him a light hug. + "Believe it, Data. You ...." + "Shhh," said Data quietly, as he kissed her, gently. + + Captain's Log, Stardate 46236.5: + We have entered the Neutral Zone and are on full alert. As yet we + have had no confrontation with the Romulans. I have a feeling, + however that may change - soon. + + "At least we haven't bumped into the Romulans" pointed out the First + Officer, hoping the situation would not change. "Mr. Worf, can you locate + any Romulan vessels?" +Worf checked tactical. "Not as yet, sir. Sensors indicate no other vessels in +this area besides the Enterprise and the derelict. But, sir, the Romulans may +'bump into us' if they are cloaked." + "Understood, Lieutenant. Keep scanning." + "Aye, sir." +A few moments later, Worf looked up from tactical. + "Captain, detecting an unusual energy source ...." +Jean-Luc looked out of the viewscreen. He instantaneously hit his combadge. + "Commander Data, Commander Talon, report to the bridge - Immediately." + "Damn" cursed Lucia, under her breath. "Always in the middle of + something ...." +She zipped up the top of her uniform and Data wiped the lipstick off his +face. He then touched his communicator. + " On our way, Captain." +Data and Lucia raced into the turbolift. + + "Data." Picard's voice was somewhat urgent. He pointed to the viewscreen. + "Is that the same type of energy cloud that almost destroyed the Enterprise?" +Data sat at Ops and checked the console. + "Confirmed, Captain. The energy readings are identical, and appear to have + the same fluctuations." + It's going to happen again thought Jean-Luc. How can we stop it this time? + "Captain ...." Data's voice sounded very surprised. "The sensors are reading + possible life signs." + "Life signs?" Jean-Luc was astonished. " Are you sure?" +The Enterprise was then blasted by the cloud. Captain Picard stood his ground. + "Shields up, quickly! Red Alert. Arm phasers and photon torpedoes." + "Armed, sir. Shields up," boomed Worf. +The Red Alert klaxon blared and the blood red glow flooded the bridge. + "Captain," said Data, turning in his chair, "the cloud is definitely showing + signs of sentience. Readings also indicate a single phaser blast or photon + torpedo will instantly destroy it." +The Enterprise was blasted a second time. + "Shields holding, sir," boomed the Klingon, "but power has been reduced by + twelve percent. I suggest we destroy the creature now, while we still have + the chance - Before it destroys us." +Data looked at the viewscreen. "Captain .... it is changing both color and +form...." +Jean-Luc turned and saw what was happening. He too was puzzled. + "Captain!" exclaimed Counsellor Troi suddenly, "I'm sensing fear - + unbelievable fear .... What ever that is out there, it is alive. It is + terrified." +Bill Riker saw the anguish in Deanna's eyes, almost identical to the pain she +had sensed at Farpoint. He felt sympathetic. I'm with you, Imzadi ... + "Captain, we are being hailed by the creature" interrupted Worf. + "Open hailing frequencies." + "Aye, sir. Hailing frequencies open." +A message came through, but in alien tongue. + "Patch in Universal Translator, Mr. Data." + "Done, sir." + ".... Don't hurt me ..... Please don't kill me .... " begged The creature, + sounding as though it was crying." I mean you no harm...." + "Then why did you fire on our vessel?" barked Riker. + "I did not know your intent. I .... I was frightened .... I'm sorry, I ...." + "This is a Federation Starship" interrupted Picard, "not designed for war, + but for peaceful purposes. We have no wish to harm you. I assure you, we + come in peace. May I remind you, it is you who attacked the Enterprise in + the first place. Who are you? - What are you?" +Deanna could sense the creature had calmed considerably. Bill saw her +relaxing and felt grateful. + "I am Y'ran" introduced the creature. "You have my sincere apologies, + Enterprise. I attacked you in self defence, but I realise, now, reason + should have come first. I had no idea I had provoked you into readying your + weapons." + "A necessary precaution" explained Lieutenant Worf. "You did not know our + intent and we did not know yours. It is fortunate our shields were + operating." +Y'ran apologised again. + "Apologies accepted, Y'ran," forgave Jean-Luc, "but now we must ask you to + leave this sector of space. Your being here has created difficulties and may + lead to a war." +Y'ran was confused. "I do not understand." + "You are in a sector of space which we call the 'Neutral Zone.' By being + here, you have complicated matters with us and the Romulans. The matter goes + back ..." + "I understand" said Y'ran. "I detected energy readings here - identical to + those given off by my people, but I discovered that I was picking up my own + signal beam, which had somehow come into contact with this vessel. I will + leave and continue my search elsewhere." + "Search?" inquired Jean-Luc. + "It is a long story ..." began Y'ran, "but I will shorten it. Our sector of + the universe is many millions of light years from here. Long ago, a black + hole appeared, and almost all of my people perished inside it. Only a + handful of us managed to escape, but we lost all contact. I have been + roaming the universe in search of them ever since the catastrophe. - Ten + million years ago. I send out signal beams to try to locate them, but so far + it has been in vain." + "Captain," said Data. "I believe Y'ran's signal beams were the cause of our + problems." + "Explain, please" came the voice of Y'ran. + "We encountered a strange alien energy ..." Picard began to explain. +He concluded with, "... we were able to destroy the last one, but only just." +"You have my sincere apologies. I did not know my signal beams would cause +harm. I am so sorry .... I cannot believe I caused harm to other life +forms ...." + "It was not your intention" comforted Counsellor Troi, sensing Y'ran's + guilt, despair and pain. "You have our sympathy." + "Thank you, Enterprise. I will leave you now." +Y'ran did as he promised and zoomed out of sight, perhaps on his way back to +his galaxy, possibly to come into contact with his people someday. + +Data's eyebrows went up, higher than anyone had ever seen them go. + "Captain ...." he began, almost in disbelief. "Y'ran accelerated from zero + to warp nine point nine-nine in less than one second, without any warp + propulsion systems ...." +Commander Riker raised his eyebrows. + "I'd call that fast .... Now, we'd better get this rescue mission under way + so we can hotfoot it out of here before the Romulans ....." +Data looked up at him, an inquisitive look in the android's eyes. "Inquiry - +Hotfoot?" + "Forget it, Data." +Data tilted his head a little, then turned back to Ops. + "We are approaching the derelict craft, Commander Riker," he informed. + "Captain," interrupted Worf, abruptly, his head shooting up from tactical. + "A vessel is approaching. It is a Romulan warbird." +Riker tensed. "Uh oh .... " + "Their disruptors are reading as fully armed " informed the Klingon. + "Be ready for anything" said Captain Picard, "but keep calm, everyone." +Despite the captain's words, tension on the bridge was escalating. + "Captain, the Romulans are hailing us." + "Open hailing frequencies, Mr. Worf." + "Open, sir." +Two Romulans appeared on the viewscreen of the Enterprise's Main Bridge. + "I am Captain Tarogh. I demand you explain your illegal presence in the + Neutral Zone." + "I am Captain Jean ...." + "We know who you are, Picard! " snapped Tarogh. "Explain your...." + "We know we are in the wrong" admitted Jean-Luc. "We have orders from + StarFleet Command to rescue ...." + "Don't hide it from us, Picard. We know why you are here. You are here to + destroy us." + "You are wrongfully accusing us. We ...." + "Do not lie!" fumed Tarogh. "Three of our finest Warbirds were destroyed by + an energy the Federation somehow developed. I will not let you destroy us, + do you hear?!" Tarogh's anger was threatening to explode any second. + "We are not going to destroy you" assured Jean-Luc. "We are innocent. The + energy you speak of was also encountered by us." +Captain Picard explained about their encounter with Y'ran. + "I do not believe you, Picard," concluded Captain Tarogh. "If you had + encountered the energy, the Enterprise would have been destroyed." +Picard was firing up, but he kept his cool. "The reason we were not +destroyed, Captain Tarogh, is we beamed our antimatter core out of the +Enterprise, destroying the energy cloud. If we had not done that, you would +not be talking to us right now." +Captain Tarogh took a moment to think. The viewscreen on the bridge of the +Enterprise went blank. +Tarogh to his second-in-command. + "Talez, scan the Enterprise. If you detect any antimatter aboard it, I will + destroy it without warning." +Talez performed the scan. No antimatter is aboard, sir. Perhaps we can trust +them." + "Perhaps, but if it they did not destroy our Warbirds, who did? ...." + "I do not know, sir." +Tarogh nodded. "Open hailing frequencies." + "The Enterprise is standing by, Captain." + + "Captain," called Worf, looking up from tactical at the Romulan Warbird, + "the Romulans are powering down their disruptors." +Tension eased on the bridge. + +Once again, the two Romulans appeared on the viewscreen. + "Enterprise, we have confirmed that no antimatter is aboard your ship. We + are considering that you have told us the truth. I may have overreacted. + My ... only brother was on one of the Warbirds destroyed ... But, Captain + Picard, there is still the matter of your violation of the Neutral Zone." +Jean-Luc began to explain. "We have orders from StarFleet Command to rescue +any survivors that may be inside a derelict vessel that has been located in +the Neutral Zone. I too disfavor this situation..." +He finished with, "... I realise our presence here aroused your suspicion, +and appears provocative, but, Captain Tarogh, we are here for one reason and +one only - To save lives. Nothing more." + "Proceed with your rescue mission, Captain Picard, but be warned, if you + try anything suspicious, we will not hesitate to fire." +The viewscreen went blank. + "Sir," said Worf, "the Romulans are rearming their disruptors." +Picard turned. "Counsellor?" + "At this moment, they do not intend to fire, Captain. I sense confusion, + anger and grief. Tarogh is under a tremendous amount of emotional pain due + to the loss of his brother. I cannot be sure if he will act on his threat. + Romulans are extremely unpredictable. I suggest we proceed with caution." + "I'm with Deanna" agreed Will. "Let's be careful." +The bridge crew focused their attention on the strange looking derelict +craft. It was floating in outer space, appearing to be motionless. + "Magnify, Mr. Data," said Picard. +The craft looked even stranger when the image was magnified. + "Can you identify it, Data?" +The third in command shook his head. + "Negative, Captain. It is unlike any craft the Enterprise or any other + Federation vessel has ever encountered." + "Captain," said Lucia, abruptly, "I'm picking up life signs, but I can't be + sure what type." +Picard turned to Ops. "Mr. Data, elaborate." + "Life signs have been detected, Captain, but sensors cannot be certain if + they are biological, mechanical or other. Judging from these scans, the life + forms aboard are not humanoid." + "Open hailing frequencies." + "Open, sir," came Worf's voice. + "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We have been sent to + rescue you." +There was a pause. + "No response, Captain," informed Worf. +The captain then tapped his communicator. "Picard to Transporter Chief. Can +you get a fix on the life forms in the derelict? " + "Negative, sir. Not yet. The energy of that Y'ran creature's signal beam is + aboard the derelict and is interfering with the transporter, but we can + transport something or someone there." +Captain Picard then turned around. + "Number One, prepare a minimal Away Team." + "Aye, sir. Data. Talon." +Data and Lucia stood up and followed the First Officer to the turbolift. The +doors hissed open, and they entered. + "Transporter Room Three." + +The three of them stood on the transporter pads and set their phasers on stun. + "Energize" said Riker. +The Away Team shimmered as they were beamed directly aboard the derelict. +They instantly drew their phasers. Seeing there was no apparent danger, the +weapons were lowered. Riker pushed his combadge. + "We're here, Captain, but we have not as yet seen anyone." + "This is a relatively small ship" added Data, "so I would hypothesize that + there are few survivors." + "Understood" said Picard. "Maintain open frequencies." + "Aye, sir." +The Away Team split up and began searching. Further on, Data was detecting +possible life signs. As he drew the tricorder upwards, he noticed several +forms of plant life in what seemed to be scientific observation capsules. + "No survivors have been located as yet, Captain," he reported, "but the + tricorder has located several forms of plant life which appear to be + contained for scientific study. Perhaps this was what the sensors detected." + "Perhaps, Data, but there may be survivors. Keep searching." + "Aye, sir." + +Captain Picard touched his combadge. "Chief, can you get a fix on the Away +Team? I want them beamed up immediately if anything goes wrong." + "Aye, sir. I haven't got an exact fix, but I'm working on it. I'll keep you + posted." + +Data left the plants and made his way to what appeared to be the Main Bridge. +There, he saw three navy blue skinned people lying on the floor. He turned +one of them over. Data pushed his communicator. + "Captain, I have located three motionless humanoid life forms aboard the + Main Bridge of the derelict vessel. Two male, one female. They do not appear + to be any form of life that we or any other Federation vessel have + encountered. They are ..." Data then stopped. + "Captain," he said, "judging from their uniforms, the plants and the + structure of this vessel, I would theorize that it was intended purely for + scientific purposes, and..." + "Mr. Data ..." interrupted Picard, "it doesn't matter what their purpose is. + Are they showing any life signs?" +Data drew his tricorder and checked. "No, sir. None." + "Have you any idea as to what killed them?" + "I cannot give an exact account, Captain. They appear to have been dead for + some time. I would hypothesize that there was an explosion aboard the bridge. + All three of them have extensive burns to their bodies. Perhaps it was a + scientific experiment than went drastically wrong." + "Copy, Data. Thank you. Number One? Lieutenant Talon?" + "Talon's with me, Captain. Other than the plant specimens, and ourselves, we + are detecting no life signs here." +The derelict then shook violently. + "Away Team! What happened?!" exclaimed Jean-Luc, concerned. +Data hit his combadge. "The vessel jolted, sir, reason unknown." +A female voice sounded over the access panels of the derelict. + + "I am Captain Yondea Mirana. This is my final mission on the Tieo. + Due to an extremely dangerous discovery, which we can only describe + as an entity, that sends out pulses of highly destructive energy, I + am forced to destroy ourselves and the Tieo. If our discovery falls + into the wrong hands, the of the entity which calls itself Y'ran, + could be used for destructive purposes, resulting in the cataclysmic + obliteration of the Universe. Our Dolmarian legend has it that long + ago, these creatures created a black hole in space which destroyed + entire worlds. We feel it is necessary to sacrifice ourselves for + this reason. What are three lives compared to all life in the + Universe? The Tieo must be destroyed to save the future. She was + built entirely for peaceful, scientific purposes, not for war. + + END OF LOG --" + + +There was a pause, and then the computer blipped. + " The self destruct mechanism has been activated. The Tieo will self + destruct in seven minutes and fifty seconds. Forty nine .... Forty eight ..." + + "Picard to Transporter Chief. Beam the Away Team up - Now." + "I can't, Captain!" he replied, madly punching the transporter controls. + "There's too much interference ....." + "We need that transporter. The Away Team is in considerable danger. The + derelict is going to ...." + "I know, sir. Believe me, I'm doing everything I can." + "Well do better" barked the captain. "Picard out." + +Data dashed away from the entrance to the bridge. +The Tieo jolted vigorously. Lucia was thrown into Will Riker's arms. + "Quick!" he yelled, as some shelving came tumbling down, "we have to get + outta here!" +Lucia and Will ran as fast as they could down one of the corridors. One of +the ship's computer terminals blew apart near Lucia. She screamed and was +thrust to one side. + "Lucia! ...." shouted Will, desperately ripping through the smoke and + sparks," are you all right?" + "Yeah ... I'm fine .... sir." + "Forget protocol for now. Our lives come first." +Will helped her up. They then continued to run down the corridor, with +explosions ripping all around them. + + "Picard to Transporter Chief ... Are the ..." + "I've got something, sir! Yes! I'll be able to beam them up." + "Do it! Now!" + "Aye, sir." +Picard then turned to tactical. + "Hail the Romulans, Mr. Worf." + "Frequencies open, sir." + "Captain Tarogh, all life forms on the derelict vessel whom we were sent to + rescue were found to be dead. We are now pulling out of this sector." +Without a word, the Romulan vessel vanished. + "They have engaged their cloaking device, sir," informed the Klingon. + "I'm going to the Transporter Room Three. You have the bridge, Mr. Worf." +The security chief gave a curt nod. "Yes, Captain." + +Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Talon dematerialized in the +glistening transporter beam and re-materialized on the transporter stage. +Captain Picard met them in the Transporter Room. Riker walked off transporter +pad. He then looked around. + "Where's Data? ...." +Lucia saw a StarFleet communicator insignia on the transporter stage, bent +down and picked it up. + "No! ...." she gasped. "He's still on that ship .... this is only his + combadge...." +She looked desperately at Captain Picard. + "Captain .... we have to go back for him...." + "The Tieo's going to blow in less than five minutes" said Riker. + "Captain ...." said Lucia, frantically, ".... we have to go back for Data. + We can't let him die ...." +Jean-Luc took a deep breath. "Lucia, there's not enough time. There's no way +you can save him in four minutes." + "Still, Captain, I have to try." + "No, Lieutenant. Losing one friend and valid crew member is bad enough. I do + not want to lose two - And the Romulans may still be out there." + "I appreciate your concern, Captain, but ...." + "No, Lieutenant." + "Please, Jean-Luc ...." + "No, Lucia. I cannot let ...." + "Permission to insult, sir," snapped Lucia, sarcastically. + "Not granted" Picard shot back. "You are to return to the bridge - + immediately." +Lucia was silent for a short moment. She then looked behind Captain Picard. + "Data!!" she exclaimed. "You made it!!" +Picard, Riker and the Transporter Chief spun around, but there was no one +there. The diversion created enough time for Lucia to activate the +transporter. + "Override!" yelled Picard. + "I can't, sir!" +Picard wanted to feel angry, but for some reason, he was not. + "How can anyone punish such bravery?" + +Commander Talon was beamed directly to the Tieo. + "This vessel will self destruct in three minutes and thirty- nine seconds. + Thirty eight ...." + "I have to find him ...." Lucia said to herself, determined. +She began frantically began searching. + "DATA!! WHERE THE @#$% ARE YOU??!!" +Explosions erupted all around her and the ship's hull was beginning to break +apart. Some of the higher ledges tumbled down. Lucia quickly manoeuvred out +of the way. She then looked towards an open door. She ran to it and looked +inside. She saw the three dead scientists, but they were not her concern. Her +concern was Data. As Lucia ran in the other direction, she tripped over a +large slab of metal on the floor, which was on an angle. She peered under it. +"Data!!" +Lucia instantaneously knelt down to him and used all her strength to free him +from underneath the metal. She was a little confused, however. Data was much +stronger than her, so why couldn't he have freed himself? Lucia then gasped, +horrified. There was another, very sharp piece of metal which had sliced +through Data's chest and was still stuck inside him and he was bleeding +heavily. Lucia winced. + "Data, are you all right? ...." +There was no reply. The android just lay there, motionless. + "Data .... Data say something, please!...." +Lucia managed to pry the metal loose and take it out of him. She cut her +hands, and they started bleeding, but she was too worried about Data to +notice the pain. Data slowly began to open his eyes. Lucia gasped with relief. + "Where .... where am I? ..." asked Data, weakly. "I cannot see..." + "You're on the Tieo, Data. It's set to self destruct. I came back for you." + "No ...." said Data, weakly, sounding as though he was in pain," save + yourself, Lucia." + "No, Data. You're hurt. You're dying ... You need me. I didn't come back + here to watch you die." + "My destruction is inevitable now, Lucia, but you can still escape. Go now, + while you still have a chance .... please ..." + "No way, Data. You're coming with me. We're both coming out of this - alive." + "Lucia, I am ... I'm too heavy for you .... You may not make it. Leave me + here." + "Shut up, Data - That's an order." +Lucia then smiled and helped Data stagger to his feet. The gash in the +android's chest was large. Lucia was not sure how much it was hurting him, +but it looked as though the android was in excruciating pain. + "This vessel will self destruct in one minute and ten seconds... nine ..." +Data was quite heavy, but Lucia was determined to save him. + " Come on ..." she said. "We don't have much time." +Data did his best to walk, but found it quite difficult in his damaged +predicament. His eyesight was beginning to return to him, but he saw only +blurred visions. Lucia staggered with him away from the exploding machinery, +out of danger. + As they were staggering away, a sharp piece of metal sliced into Lucia's + ankle. She shrieked with pain. Data stopped. He spoke weakly, but with + concern. "Are you all right, Lucia?" + "Yes .... I'm okay .... it's just my ankle, but saving our lives .... your + life is my main concern right now." +Data appreciated Lucia's concern for him, but did not want her to sacrifice +herself on his account. Lucia managed to locate a corridor which appeared to +be safer than the others. She gave Data his communicator and hit hers. + "Enterprise, two to beam up." + "There's a malfunction .... The transporter is only capable of beaming one + person up at a time." +There was a pause. + "You go first, Lucia," said Data, breaking the silence. + "No, Data, you ....." + "I thank you and appreciate all you have done for me. I commend your + bravery, but...." + "But nothing, Data. You go first .... I love you." +Data smiled weakly. + " Thank you for everything, Lucia. I appreciate all you have done for me, + and I shall remember your kindness, always. I wish I could say 'I love you + too', and return your love." + "You already have, Data." +Data was confused, but before the android could say anything, Lucia pushed +his communicator in his hand, but not before she kissed him, passionately. + " Enterprise," she said, "one to beam up." +Before Data could do anything, he was beamed aboard the Enterprise. The +android collapsed on the transporter stage. + " Captain, Data's badly wounded, he...." + "Get him to sickbay" barked Picard from the bridge. "Have you got a fix on + Commander Talon?" + "I'm trying, sir, but there's too much interference ... +Sir .... I think I have something! Energising transporter!" +The image of Lucia began to form on the transporter stage. + "Anything?" asked Jean-Luc. + "Negative, sir. I almost got her, but I've lost her signal." + +>From the viewscreen, the entire bridge crew witnessed the Tieo detonate in an +enormous, violent, spectacular explosion. + "Shields up" said Picard, automatically +The bridge crew were left temporarily visionless by the blinding glare. +Captain Picard then bashed his combadge. "Transporter chief.... " he said +urgently. "Anything?" +There was a pause, then, "negative, sir. Nothing." +Jean-Luc pushed his lips together. He took a deep breath and +pushed his communicator. + "Doctor Crusher, how's Data?" + "He's bad, Captain. Geordi and I are working on him." + "Any improvement in his condition?" asked Will, concerned. + "Not much Commander," said Geordi. "He suffered a considerable amount of + damage. His chest has been ripped open. I believe with our help and his + automatic repair systems ...." + "Geordi," interrupted Jean-Luc, "is there any hope Data can be repaired?" + " Fortunately his positronic brain was not damaged, but there has been a + substantial amount of internal damage and he's lost a lot of his chemical + nutrients." + "Mr. La Forge, Doctor Crusher, keep us posted." + "Aye, sir." +Geordi looked at his friend's wounded body. "Please don't die, Data ...." + +Later in sickbay .... + "There .... that should do it." +Geordi finished welding Data's chest. Doctor Crusher looked at him and nodded. + "I hope so." +The two waited anxiously. Data's eyes opened a few seconds later and he sat +up without effort. He looked down at his chest, then looked up. + "Geordi?" +Geordi smiled and tapped his combadge. + "Captain, Data's A-OK." + "Excellent, Geordi," smiled Jean-Luc. "I'll join you with Commander Riker + and Counsellor Troi in sickbay." + "Yes, sir." +Data then looked around. + "Doctor? .... I am on the Enterprise ...." + +Captain Picard arrived in sickbay moments later. Data took a few seconds to +recall what had happened. + "Data, are you all right?" +There was a moments pause. + "Yes, Captain, I am fine. All my systems are operating. Where is Lucia?" +Jean-Luc hesitated. + "Has something happened to her?" asked Data, concerned when he saw the look + on the captain's face. "Was she not beamed aboard the Enterprise?" +Jean-Luc paused for a while. + "You were beamed up first, Data," explained Will. "We tried desperately to + lock onto Lucia, but there was too much interference. We were unable to save + her ... I'm sorry. ..." +Data paused for a long while. + "She .... she sacrificed herself for me ...." +Jean-Luc nodded. Neither he, nor Geordi, Will, Deanna or Beverly could +explain the strange look in Data's golden eyes. Neither could Data. He slowly +slid off the biobed and walked towards the exit. + "She died honourably, Data." +Data turned around and looked at Captain Picard. + "Yes, Jean-Luc," he said, his voice sincere. "I know that, and I will never + forget it. I will respect and remember her, always." +Data then left sickbay without saying another word. Deanna watched him go. + "Captain, I'm sensing ...." +Jean-Luc raised his finger, silencing her. + "I know, Deanna. So am I." + + +Back on the bridge, the entire crew had assembled. + + "Lieutenant Commander Lucia Talon has demonstrated extreme value and courage + in her self sacrifice. We shall remember her, always." + "We shall remember ...." repeated the entire bridge crew in unison and + respect. +Jean-Luc then sat down. Ensign Rager at the Conn, looked over at Data. + "Sorry about Lucia," she said softly, sadly. +A million things flew through Data's head, but all he could do was nod and +say, "me too ...." +Data was confused. He felt Lucia's death was his fault. felt Guilt? .... am +I feeling guilt? How is this possible? I cannot feel anything .... +Rager was deep in thought about Lucia as well. She barely heard the order +from Captain Picard. + "Ensign Rager, take us out of the Neutral Zone and lay in a course for the + nearest Starbase. Proceed on half impulse power." +She did not comply. Captain Picard raised his voice. + "Ensign Rager .... " +She jerked. "Captain?" +Captain Picard repeated his order. + "Sorry, sir. I was thinking about Commander Lucia .... Aye, sir. + Co-ordinates laid in, one half impulse." + "Engage." + +As the Enterprise sailed through space on impulse power, Data +turned in his chair and stood up. + "Captain, request permission to return to my quarters." +Jean-Luc nodded. "Granted, Data." +Data left the bridge and entered the turbolift. The doors hissed closed. + "Deck two." + +Data soon arrived at his quarters. He walked inside and looked at his Freedom +painting. He then turned around and saw the tapestry on the ledge. Images of +Lucia flew through his head. + + + "Second Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 46240.0: + +Data explained in his Log, the times he had with Lucia from beginning to end. +The tragic end. + + ... I should have been the one killed, not her. She gave me + everything she could and understood me better than anyone. Lucia + loved me and I once again, I was incapable of loving in return. I + feel so inhibited. Lucia said that I do have emotions, but I don't + realise it. Is this true? I hope so. I shall remember you, Lucia - + always." + + +Data then picked up his - Lucia's tapestry, left his quarters and slowly +walked into the turbolift. + "Ten-Forward." + +Data reached his destination. The Ten-Forward lounge, normally buzzing with +social excitement was now totally deserted. Not a soul to be seen or heard. +Data slowly walked to the front of the lounge and sat down by the window. He +gazed out at the stars. + "You okay?" came Guinan's soothing voice. +Data jerked, then turned his head toward her. + "I did not think anyone would be here." + "I'm always here, Data." +Data turned his eyes away from her and looked down at Lucia's tapestry and +played with the wool. + "She was so kind to me ...." he said, softly. "And understood me so well." +Data looked into Guinan's eyes. + "It is not fair, Guinan .... Why ...." + "A lot of things in life are not fair, Data, but we just have to accept + them." +Data closed his eyes, then opened them and slowly nodded. + "She did not deserve to die. I did." + "No you didn't, Data. Lucia loved you very deeply. That's why she chose to + sacrifice herself. She did it because she wanted to. You life was more + important to her than her own." + "I realize that, Guinan and I will always respect her for her sacrifice, + but...." + "A thing you are going to have to learn about being human, Data, is + accepting pain." +Data then realised had advanced further in his never ending struggle to +become human. He wanted to feel happy, but he was not. He had suffered such a +great loss in the process, in a way he felt he was better off before. + "Thank you, Guinan," he said, grateful for her understanding, +"but I would like to be left alone now." +Guinan gave a small smile and a single nod. She then turned and seemed to +disappear in her flowing clothes behind the Ten-Forward bar. +Data looked down at Lucia's tapestry. He picked up the threaded needle and +began to sew. He was surprised when he saw a small droplet of water on the +tapestry. He wiped his eye, amazed. He was crying. For the first time in his +life. Real tears. Yet, despite this achievement, he was not happy. He then +gazed at the billions of stars outside, and whispered sadly, softly, If I am +capable of love, at all - I love you, Lucia. + +------------------------------------------------------------ + +Tanya "Lore" Dean, +15/11A Cambridge St +Sydney NSW 2111 +AUSTRALIA + +Since Tanya does not have direct access to the net +please address any email to: + +henry@cerberus.bhpese.oz.au + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/actorsot b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/actorsot new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b52b357b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/actorsot @@ -0,0 +1,940 @@ +From styer@mtu.edu Thu Sep 12 13:20:51 1991 +From: styer@mtu.edu (Styer) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek.info +Subject: Star Trek Actors' Other Roles List +Date: 12 Sep 91 01:38:23 GMT +Reply-To: styer@mtu.edu +Followup-To: rec.arts.startrek +Organization: Vulcan Science Academy, Tau Ceti Sector + + +Please note that my e-mail address is different than the one listed +on this month's FAQL and other lists. The only place where I'll +receive mail is at styer@mtu.edu +---------------- + + MONTHLY LIST OF "TREK ACTORS' OTHER ROLES" + in REC.ARTS.STARTREK (last updated 08/01/91) + + posting frequency poster/address +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Frequently Asked Questions List monthly Otto Heuer + hackman@pnet51.orb.mn.org +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Star Trek Music monthly Otto Heuer + ottoh@cfsmo.honeywell.com +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Trek Rate monthly ottoh@cfsmo.honeywell.com +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Lists of Actors' Other Roles monthly Dan Styer + styer@mtu.edu +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Listing of all TOS, TAS, TNG episodes monthly Mark Holtz + mholtz@sactoh0.SAC.CA.US +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Lists of Lists monthly mholtz@sactohq.SAC.CA.US +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +List of TV stations showing monthly Chris Wayne +Star Trek cwayne%hydra.unm.edu@ariel.unm.edu +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +Program Guide updates occasionally Mike Brown + brown@vidiot.UUCP +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- +ST:TOS Romance/Love List bi-monthly Richard Muirden + ram@lionet.wesley.oz.au +------------------------------------- ---------- ------------------------- + +This list was originally put together by Otto "Hack-Man" Heuer, but is +now maintained by Dan Styer (styer@mtu.edu). + +This posting is intended to cut down on the "often asked questions" that +seem to pop up every few months in this newsgroup regarding the other +roles that the Star Trek actors have had. Feel free to email me any +additions you know of. A good source for roles is the Star Trek +Compendium by Allan Asherman. Also, TNG swaps actors with LA Law +regularly. + +The format of each entry in this list is: + Movie/Show Title (Year Released) [Role the person played] + +The credits for the actors are divided into seven sub-sections: + TV Series - When the actor has a regular or recurring role in an ongoing +television series. + TV Guest Appearances - When the actor has a one-shot role in an ongoing +television series. If the name of the episode is known, it's included in quotes. + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials - For television programs that are not +ongoing. This section has three separate alphabetical lists, one for each +distinction listed in the header. + Movies - This section is for movies first released in theaters. Movies +first released on TV or on videotape are listed in their own sections. + Theatre - This section is for live stage performances done by the actor, +whether in plays, touring comanpies, stand-up comedy, etc. + Commercials/Videos/Misc. - This is a catch-all section, containing +commercials, music videos, movies released only on videotape, etc. Also here +are items which for one reason or another were never fully completed. (i.e. +movie unreleased due to legal complications, unsold TV pilots, roles in which +the actor left and the part was recast and refilmed, etc.) These entries are +marked with an asterisk (*) at the beginning. + Behind The Scenes - This section is for any writing, directing, producing, +choreography, etc. the actor has done. + + There are a few listings at the end of each actor/actress for which I did +not know which category they fell into. If anyone knows about them, please +let me know. + + + William Shatner + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [James T. Kirk]; *ST:TAS (73-75) [voice of James +Tiberius Kirk]; *Barbary Coast (75-76) [Jeff Cable]; *For the People (CBS) +(1/31/65-5/9/65) [David Koster]; Inner Space; *Rescue: 911 (CBS) [host]; +*T.J. Hooker (82-86) [T.J. Hooker] + TV Guest Appearances: +77 Sunset Strip (ABC) (63); Alcoa Premiere (ABC) "The Promise" (60), "Million +Dollar Hospital" (63); Alfred Hitchcock Presents (CBS) "The Glass Eye" (57), +Mother, May I Go Out to Swim?" (60); The Amazing World of Kreskin; Barnaby +Jones (?); Big Valley; Bob Hope Presents the Chrysler Theatre; Columbo (TV) +[actor playing a detective]; The Defenders (CBS) (62), (63), (65); Dr. Kildare +(NBC) (61), (66); Family Classics (CBS) "The Scarlet Pimpernel" (60); Fridays +(79 or 80) [guest host]; The Fugitive; Goodyear Playhouse (NBC) "All Summer +Long" (Oct 56); *Hawaii Five-O (CBS) (72); Hollywood Television Theatre (NET) +"The Andersonville Trial" (May 70); *Ironside (NBC) (70); Kung Fu; The Man +>From U.N.C.L.E. (NBC) (64); Marcus Welby (ABC) (72); Mission: Impossible +(CBS) (71), (72); Mork and Mindy; *Naked City (ABC) (62); Name of the Game +(NBC) (70); The Nurses (CBS) (63); *Omnibus +(ABC) "School for Wives" (Nov 56), "Oedipus Rex" (Jan 57); *Outer Limits (64) +"Cold Hands, Warm Heart"; Owen Marshall (ABC) (71), (72); Perry Mason; Police +Squad (TV) [special guest star that gets killed off during opening cr.]; The +Ray Bradbury Theater: Marionettes Inc./The Playground (85); Route 66; Saturday +Night Live (NBC) (12/20/86) [guest host]; Six Million Dollar Man [insane +public aquarium associate]; *Studio One (CBS) "The Defenders" (57), "The Deaf +Heart" (57), "No Deadly Medicine" (57); Twelve O'Clock High(?); *Twilight Zone +(CBS) "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet" (60) [one with a gremlin on wing], "Nick of +Time" [one with the fortune] (63); US Steel Hour (CBS) "Walk with a Stranger" +(58), "A Man in Hiding" (58), "Old Marshals Never Die" (58); The Virginian +(NBC) (65), (69) + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *The Babysitter (80); The Barbary Coast (75); BLOODSPORT (86); *Broken Angel +(88); Crash (78); The Crash of Flight 401 (78); Disaster on the Coastliner +(78) [con artist or counterfeiter]; Go Ask Alice (73); Horror at 37,000 Feet; +The Hound of the Baskervilles (72); Incident on a Dark Street; Indict and +Convict (74); Little Women (78); *North Beach and Rawhide (85); Owen Marshall, +Counselor at Law (71); The People (72); Perilous Voyage (76); Pioneer Woman +(73); Pray for the Wildcats (74); *Secrets of a Married Man (84); The Sole +Survivor (70); Vanished (71) + *The Bastard/The Kent Family Chronicles (78); *Voice of the Planet (TBS) (90) +[host?]; Testimony of Two Men (78) + Benjamin Franklin: *The Statesman (75); Heroes and Sidekicks - Indiana Jones +and the Temple of Doom (84) [host/narrator]; The John Wayne Special: A Salute +to America (70); The Love Boat Fall Preview Party (84); The Magic Planet +(83) [host/narrator]; Night of 100 Stars II (3/10/85) {played in the theatre +on 2/17/85}; The Skirts of Happy Chance (69); The Tenth Level (76) +[psychologist]; This Was America (81) [host/narrator]; Top Flight (87) +[host/narrator] + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Admiral/Captain James Kirk]; Star Trek II: +The Wrath of Khan (82) [Admiral James Kirk]; Star Trek III: The Search for +Spock (84) [Admiral James Kirk]; Star Trek IV (86) [Admiral/Captain Kirk]; Star Trek V (89) [Captain James Kirk]; Airplane II: The Sequel +(82) [Murdock]; *Big Bad Mama (74) [William J. Baxter]; +*The Brothers Karamazov (58) [Alexey Karamazov]; *Dead of Night; *The Devil's +Rain (75) [Mark +Preston]; *The Explosive Generation (61) [Peter Gifford]; *Horror at 37,000 +Feet (72) [ex-priest]; Impulse (75); Incubus (66) [Mark]; *The Intruder (62) +[Adam Cramer]; *Judgement at Nuremburg (61) [Capt. Harrison Byers]; *The +Kidnapping of the President (80) [Jerry O'Connor]; *Kingdom of the Spiders +(77) [Rack Hansen]; *The Land of No Return (81) [Curt Benell]; *The Outrage +(64) [Preacher]; Riel (78); Shame (62); The Third Walker (78/Can) [Munro +MacLean]; *Visiting Hours (82) [Gary Baylor]; A Whale of a Tale (77); +White Comanche (67); The Zero Hour(?) (57) + Theatre: +Mr. Shatner made his debut at the Mountain Playhouse, Montreal (Summers 52, +53); and played juvenile roles at the Canadian Repertory Theater, Ottawa, +Canada (Winters 52-53, 53-54). + During 54-56, at the Stratford Shakespeare Fedtival, Ontario, Can., he +played Lucentio in "The Taming of the Shrew", and juvenile roles in "The +Merchant of Venice", "Measure for Measure", "Julius Caesar", "Cymbeline", +"Oedipus Rex", and "Henry V". + Mr. Shatner played Usumcasane in "Tamburlaine the Great" (Winter Garden, +N.Y.C., Jan. 19, 56); Robert Lomax in "The World of Suzie Wong" (Broadhurst, +Oct. 14, 58); Paul Sevigne in "A Shot in the Dark" (Booth, Oct. 18, 61); and +Charlie Reader in "The Tender Trap" (Paper Mill Playhouse, Millburn, N.J., +June 70). +The Trial of George Custer (?) [a stage play - a prosecuting attorney]; + Commercials/Videos/Misc: +Alaska Airlines commercial; Commodore VIC-20 commercials; Girl Scout +commercial; Lablow commercials (Canada); Oldsmobile commercial; PowerGen +commercials; Promise Margarine commercial; Tennis commercial; +*Alexander the Great (68); *Friday Night Surprise (88) {both unaired pilots} + Behind The Scenes: +Co-wrote and Directed "Star Trek 5: The Final Frontier" +Theatre World Award winner, 1958-59 + +Where do these fit?: +American Documents: Patent Pending; +Cold Hands and Warm Heart; +To Kill the President (?); +Kingdom of the Spiders 2 +The Man From UNCLE (TV) "The Project Strigas Affair"; +Mystery of the Gods; +Outtakes Vol 6; +The Unfaithful Husband (TV movie); +UFOs and Channeling (88); + + Leonard Nimoy + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [Spock]; *ST:TAS (73-75) [voice of Spock]; The +Coral Jungle; *In Search Of... (76-80) [host]; Lights, Camera, Action [host]; +*Mission: Impossible (CBS) (69-71) [Paris] + TV Guest Appearances: +Columbo (original) [bad guy]; Combat!(?) [American soldier]; *Dragnet; *Get +Smart [pool hall gangster]; *Laramie; *The Lieutenant; Outer Limits ("I, +Robot", [worker in some kind of nuclear research facility]); *Sea Hunt; T.J. +Hooker; The Twilight Zone "A Quality of Mercy" (12/29/61) [American Lt.] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp (84); The Alpha Caper (73); Assault on the +Wayne (71) [submarine captain]; *Baffled! (72); The Missing Are Deadly; *Never +Forget (TNT) (4/8/91) [Mel Mermelstein]; Perry Mason: The Case of the +Shoplifter's Shoe [murderer]; The Project Strigas Affair; Seizure: The Story +of Kathy Morris (80) [brain surgeon]; *A Woman Called Golda (82) + *Marco Polo (82); *The Sun Also Rises [Russian count] + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Spock]; Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan +(82) [Spock]; Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Spock]; Star Trek IV: +The Voyage Home (86) [Spock]; Star Trek V: The Final Fronteir (89) [Spock]; +*The Balcony (63) [Roger]; The Brain Eaters (58) [Protector]; *Catlow (71) +[Miller]; Deathwatch (66) [Jules LaFranc]; Francis Goes to West Point (52) +[Football Player]; *Invasion of the Body Snatchers (78) [Dr. David Kibner]; +Kid Monk Baroni (52) [Paul "Monk" Baroni]; Old Overland Trail (53) [Black +Hawk]; *Queen for a Day (51) [Chief]; *Rhubarb (51); Satan's Satellites {aka +"Zombies of the Stratosphere"} (58) [Narab]; Them! (54) [Sergeant]; +*The Transformers (86) [voice of Galvatron]; Valley of Mystery (67) [Spence +Atherton] + Theatre: +*Equus (Broadway play) [male lead]; Fiddler on the Roof(?) [Tevye] {early 70s +at the North Shore Music Circus in Mass.}; Man in the Glass Booth (San Diego +Old Globe Theatre play-late 70s) [male lead]; *"Sherlock Holmes" {somewhere +in southern Cal}; *Vincent: The Story of a Hero (one man play, at the +Witherspoon Concert Hall in Omaha) (79) + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +Alaska Airlines commercial; AT&T commercials(?); Bangles video "Going +Down to Liverpool" [driver]; Oldsmobile commercial; + Behind The Scenes: +Written 3 volumes of poetry and photography, "I am Not Spock" [autobiography]. +Directed Funny about Love, Star Trek 3: The Search For Spock, Star Trek 4: +The Voyage Home, The Good Mother, Three Men and a Baby. Produced Deathwatch, +Star Trek 6: The Infinite Voyage. + +Where do these fit?: +Planets of the Sun; + + DeForest Kelley + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [Leonard "Bones" McCoy]; *ST:TAS (73-75) [voice +of Leonard "Bones" McCoy] + TV Guest Appearances: +*ST:TNG "Encounter at Farpoint" (87); +77 Sunset Strip (ABC) "88 Bars" (63); ABC Afternoon Playbreak (ABC) (73); +Bat Masterson (NBC) "No Amnesty for Death" (61); Black Saddle (ABC) "Apache +Trail" (59); Bold Ones: the Doctors (NBC) "Giants Never Kneel" (70); Bonanza +(NBC) "The Decision" (62), "The Honor of Cochise"(?), "Ride the Wind" (66); +The Cowboys (ABC) (74); The Dakotas (ABC) "Reformation at Big Nose Buffe" +(63); Death Valley Days: The Great Diamond Mines; Donna Reed Show (ABC) (65); +The Fugitive; The Gallent Men (ABC) "A Taste of Peace" (63); Gunsmoke (CBS) +"Indian Scout" (56), "Al Clovis" (59); Ironside (NBC) "Warrior's Return" (70); +Laramie (NBC) "The Gun Deal" (60); Laredo (NBC) "Sound of Terror" (66); +Lawman (ABC) "The Squatters" (61); The Lineup (CBS) "The Cloroform Murder +Case" (59); The Lone Ranger (ABC) "Legion of Old Times" (49), "Gold Train" +(50); M Squad (CBS) "Diamond Hard" (57); *Matinee Theatre; The Millionaire +(CBS) "Millionaire Iris Miller" (55); *Navy Log; Owen Marshall C at Law (ABC) +"Make No Mistake" (71); Perry +Mason [Peter Thorpe]; Police Story (NBC) pilot episode (67); Richard Diamond +PE (CBS) "The Fine Art of Murder" (59), "The Adjuster" (59); Room 222 (ABC) +"Suitable for Framing" (71); The Rough Riders (ABC) "The Night Riders" (58); +Route 66 (CBS) "1800 Days to Justice" (62); Silent Force (ABC) "The Judge" +(70); *Silent Service "The Gar Story" (57); Slattery's People (CBS) "Which One +Has the Privilidge" (64); Stagecoach West (ABC) "Image of a Man" (61); +Trackdown (CBS) "End of an Outlaw" (57), "The Jailbreak" (58), "Hard Limes" +(59); Two Faces West "Fallen Gun" (60); Virginian (NBC) "Duel at Shiloh" (63), +"Man of Violence" (63); Wanted Dead or Alive (CBS) "Secret Ballot" (59), "The +Hostage" (59); Wild, Wild, West; You Are There + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Star Trek I-V (79,82,84,86,89) [McCoy]; Apache Uprising (66) [Toby Jack +Saunders]; *Canon City (48) [Smalley]; Duke of Chicago (49) [Ace Martin]; +*Fear in the Night; Gunfight at Comanche Creek (64) [Troop]; *Gunfight at the +OK Corral (57) [Morgan Earp]; *House of Bamboo; *The Law and Jake Wade (58) +[Wexler]; Malaya (50) [Lt. Glenson]; *The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit (56) +[Medic]; *Marriage on the Rocks (65) [Mr. Turner]; *The Men; Night of the +Lepus (72) [Dr. Elgin Clark]; *Raintree County (57) [Southern Officer]; +*Tension at Table Rock (56) [Breck]; Town Tamer (65) [Guy Tavenner]; *Warlock +(59) [Curley Burne]; *Where Love Has Gone (64) [Sam Corwin] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +*333 Montgomery (unsold Roddenberry pilot) + Behind The Scenes: + + + James Doohan + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [Montgomery "Scotty" Scott]; *ST:TAS (73-75) +[voice of Montgomery "Scotty" Scott]; a lot of voices in TOS and TAS; +*Jason of Star Command + TV Guest Appearances: +The All New Liars Club (Can); *Ben Casey; *Bewitched; *Bonanza; *Fantasy +Island; *Fugitive [doctor]; *Hazel; *MacGyver [Garage attendant]; Magnum P.I. +[Robin Masters' accountant]; Outer Limits "The Expanded Human"; *Peyton Place; +Simon and Simon; The Twilight Zone(?) "Welcome to Peaceful Valley"; *The +Virginia + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *Knight Rider 2000 (NBC) (5/19/91) [James Doohan]; One of Our Spies is +Missing (Man from UNCLE movie); *Scalplock + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Scott]; Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan +(82) [Scott]; Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Scott]; Star Trek IV: +The Voyage Home (86) [Scott]; Star Trek V: (89) [Cmdr. Scott]; 36 Hours (65) [Bishop]; *Bus Riley's Back in Town; *Fellowship; Jigsaw (68) [Building Super- +intendant]; Man in the Wilderness (71) [Benoit]; Pretty Maids all in A Row +(71) [Follo]; *The Satan Bug; *The Wheeler Dealers + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +"Scotty" from John Candy's Radio Show; Gararge Door [Citibank?] commercial; +PowerGen commercial; Oldsmobile commercial + Behind The Scenes: + +Where do these fit?: +Flight into Danger (5x) [star]; +Space Academy (?); +Space Command; + + Walter Koenig + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (67-9/2/69) [Pavel Chekov]; The Starlost + TV Guest Appearances: +*Alfred Hitchcock Presents; *Ben Casey; Columbo [officer that arrests +Shatner]; *Combat; *Day in Court; Gidget (old); *Ironside; *Mannix; *Medical +Center; *Mr. Novak; *The Untouchables + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *Goodbye Raggedy Ann; *The Questor Tapes + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Lt. Chekov]; Star Trek II: The Wrath of +Khan (82) [Cmdr. Chekov]; Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Chekov]; +Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (86) [Pavel Chekov]; Star Trek V (89) [Cmdr. +Pavel Chekov]; Strange Lovers (63) [Bob Fuller]; Moontrap 2 (?) {out yet?} + Theatre: +Two man play with Mark Lenard + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +*Moontrap (89); + Behind The Scenes: +Wrote TAS episode "The Infinite Vulcan", episodes of "Family," "The Powers +of Matthew Starr" and "The Class of '65" +Wrote Chekov's Enterprise, Buck Alice and the Actor Robot + + George Takei + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [Sulu]; *ST:TAS (73-75) [voice of Sulu] + TV Guest Appearances: +Adderly; *Alcoa Premiere; Black Sheep Squadron; General Hospital [Mr. Diem, +a puppet-mayor of the Asian section of Port Charles]; Hawaii Five-O [old man +and a young man impersonating the old man]; *I Spy; *The John Forsythe Show; +*MacGyver; *Magnum P.I.; *Miami Vice "Kenneth" with Vanity and Melanie +Griffith); Mission: Impossible [biologist]; *Murder She Wrote; My Three Sons +[ham radio operator]; *Perry Mason; The Simpsons (1/24/91) [voice of waiter]; +*Trapper John, M.D.; Twilight Zone(?) (5/1/64) "The Encounter"; *The Wackiest +Ship in the Army + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Perry Mason: The Case of the Blushing Pearls + Chris Elliot, A Television Miracle; Late Night with David Letterman Film +Festival + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Lt. Cmdr. Sulu]; Star Trek II: The Wrath +of Khan (82) [Sulu]; Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Sulu]; Star +Trek IV: The Voyage Home (86) [Sulu]; Star Trek V (89) [Sulu]; *An American Dream (66) [Ord Long]; Blood Oath; Bridge On the River Kwai (?); +The Courtship of Eddie's Father(?) (63); *The Green Berets (68) [Capt. Nim]; +*Ice Palace (60) [Wang]; *A Majority of One; Morituri (65) [Junior Officer]; +Red Line 7000 (65) [Kato]; *Walk Don't Run (66) [Police Captain]; Which Way to +the Front? (70) [Yamashita] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +*Return from the River Kwai (unrealeased due to legal problems); + Behind The Scenes: +Co-author of the novel "Mirror Friend, Mirror Foe" + + + Nichelle Nichols + + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (NBC) (9/8/66-9/2/69) [Uhura]; *ST:TAS (73-75) [voice of Uhura and +occasional other voices] + TV Guest Appearances: +*Head of the Class [Nichelle Nichols] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Star Trek I-V (79,82,84,86,89) [Lt. Cmdr./Cmdr. Uhura]; Doctor, You've Got +to be Kidding (67) [Jenny Ribbock]; Mister Buddwing (66) [Dice Player]; +The Supernaturals (87) [Sgt. Leona Hawkins]; Truck Turner (74) [Dorinda] + Theatre: +Antony and Cleopatra (stage) [Charmian (Cleopatra's maid)]; + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +Various NASA Instructional Films + Behind The Scenes: + + + Patrick Stewart + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-91) [Jean-Luc Picard] + TV Guest Appearances: +Nova (PBS) "Neptune's Cold Fury" [narrator], "To Boldly Go..." [narrator] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + A Fall of Eagles (British miniseries) [V.I. Ulyanov (aka, Lenin)]; I, +Claudius (BBC) (76) {repeated on Masterpiece Theater in 77}; Little Lord +Fauntleroy(?); Oedipus Rex; Shape of the World (PBS); Smiley's People (BBC1) +(82) [Karla]; Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (BBC1) (79) [Karla] {repeated on +Mystery! in 78} + Star Trek: From One Generation to the Next (88) [host] + Movies: +Churchill: The Gathering Storm (74) [Clement Atlee]; *Code Name: Emerald (85) +[Colonel Peters]; *The Doctor and the Devils (85) [Prof. Macklin]; *Dune (84) +[Gurney Halleck]; Excalibur (81) [Leondegrance, Guinevere's father]; Hedda +(75) [Eilert Lovborg]; Hennessy (75) [Tilney]; *Lady Jane (86) [Henry Gray, +Duke of Suffolk]; *LA Story (91) [Maitre de at Le Idiot]; *Lifeforce (85) +[Dr. Armstrong]; *The Plague Dogs (84) [voice of ?]; Wild Geese II (85) +[Russian General] + Theatre: +A Christmas Carol (one-man reading); King Henry IV {with the Royal Shakespear +Company}; Miss Julie (play); Uneasy Lies the Head (play); [various WS plays] + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +Pontiac commercials (voice); TV Guide commercial (voice); possibly also the +voice in a CA commercial about the drought (?); Sea World show on undersea +life [narrator](?); Loch Ness Productions' planetarium shows(?) "Mars", +"Voyager" + Behind The Scenes: + +Where do these fit?: +Hamlet (BBC Shakespeare series) [as Claudius - Hamlet's uncle]; +Oedipus Rex; + + Jonathan Frakes +Born: Aug 19 + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-91) [William T. Riker]; The Doctors + TV Guest Appearances: +Charlie's Angels [when Kris had amnesia]; D.E.A. (?) [drug dealer]; Doctors +[troubled Vietnam veteran child-beater]; Dukes of Hazzard [Boss Hogg's +nephew]; The Fall Guy [bad guy]; Fantasy Island [boyfriend]; Five Mile Creek(?) +[Adam Scott]; Hart to Hart [son of rich man], [monk]; Highway to Heaven [angry +lawyer with senile father]; Hill Street Blues [dope dealer]; Matlock (86) [Mr. +Park(?)]; Quincy "The Face of Fear" [guest murderer]; The Twilight Zone (new) +[secretary dater] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Beach Patrol; The Cover Girl and the Cop [White House aide and +model's boyfriend] + *Bare Essence (83) [Marcus Marshall]; The Blue and the Gray; *Paper Dolls +(84) [Sandy Parris]; *North and South 1 & 2 (85) [Stanley Hazard] + Movies: + Theatre: +The Common Glory (summer stock play in Williamsburg, Virginia) [male lead +opposite Glenn Close]; Shenandoah [Broadway musical] + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +Rumors of doing promos in Captain America costume + Behind The Scenes: +Directed ST:TNG episodes "The Offspring" and "Reunion" + + LeVar Burton + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-91) [Geordi LaForge]; Captain Planet and the Planeteers +[voice of Kwame]; *Reading Rainbow [host]; Rebop [host] + TV Guest Appearances: +Love Boat(?); Sesame Street(?) + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: +Acorn People; *Almos' a Man (77); *Battered (79); *Billy: Portrait of a Street +Kid [Billy]; *Dummy (79); Emergency Room; *Grambling's White Tiger (81); +*Guyana: The Story of Jim Jones; *The Jesse Owens Story (84); The Midnight +Hour (86); *One in a Million: The Ron LeFlore Story (78) [Ron LeFlore]; *Roots +(77) [Kunta Kinte (as a boy)]; *Roots: The Gift (88); *A Special Friendship + Movies: +*The Hunter (80) [Tommy Price]; *Looking for Mr. Goodbar (77) [Cap Jackson]; +*The Supernaturals (87) [Pfc. Michael Osgood] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +commercial for California State University(?) + Behind The Scenes: +Nominated for best actor Emmy for "Roots" + +Where do these fit?: +Mountains of the Moon; + + Denise Crosby +Born: Nov 24 + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-88) [Tasha Yar] + TV Guest Appearances: +*The Flash (3/30/91) [Dr. Rebecca Frost]; Hunter(?) (3/8/91) [woman who had +purse stolen]; *LA Law (86) [Mrs. Turtletaub]; Mancuso FBI; WIOU (1/9/91) +[friend of murderer's victim] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Gable and Lombard(?) + Movies: +*48 Hours (82) [Sally]; Arizona Heat; Crime Zone(?); *Curse of the Pink +Panther (83) [Bruno's Moll]; *Desert Hearts (85) [Pat]; *Eliminators (86) +[Nora Hunter]; *The Man Who Loved Women (83) [Enid]; *Miracle Mile (89) +[Landa]; Pet Semetery (89) [Rachel Creed]; *Skin Deep (89) [Angie]; +Tennessee Nights; Trail of the Pink Panther (82) + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + + + Michael Dorn +Born: Dec 9 + + TV Series: +ST:TNG (87-91) [Worf]; Capitol; CHiPs (80-82) [Officer Turner] + TV Guest Appearances: +227(?); Charles In Charge; Days of Our Lives; Mary Tyler Moore; +Webster (?) [Worf] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +*The Jagged Edge (85) [Dan Hislan]; + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + + + Gates McFadden +Born: Aug 28 + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-88,89-91) [Beverly Crusher]; All My Children [psychiatrist] + TV Guest Appearances: +The Cosby Show(?); The Wizard (86) {pilot episode} + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +*The Hunt for Red October (90) [Caroline Ryan]; Legend; The Muppets Take +Manhattan (84) [Mr. Price's Secretary] {as Cheryl McFadden}; Rustler's +Rhapsody; Taking Care of Business (90); *When Nature Calls (85) [Gena] {as +Cheryl McFadden} + Theatre: +Cloud 9 (5/13/81-9/4/83) [Ellen/Mrs. Saunders/Betty] (Theatre de Lys); +The Homecoming (2/21/84-3/11/84) [Ruth] (Jewish Repertory Theatre); +To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday (10/23/83-12/18/83) [Gillian] (Ensemble Studio +Theatre), (3/22/84-4/29/84) [Gillian] (Cirle in the Square Downtown); +The Bloodletters (11/17/84-12/16/84) [Annie Sutter] (Ensemble Studio Theatre); +Emerald City (11/16/88-12/18/88) [Kate] (Perry Street Theatre); +New York productions of "How to Say Goodbye", "The Matchmaker"(?) + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: +Dark Crystal(?); Dreamchild(?); *Labyrinth [Director of Choreography/Puppet +Movement] + + + Marina Sirtis + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-91) [Deanna Troi]; + TV Guest Appearances: +Call Me Mister(?) (86) [Sally]; Hazell (ITV) (78) "Hazell Goes to the Dogs" +[Melina]; Hunter (NBC) [hitman's girlfriend]; Masterpiece Theatre (PBS); +Raffles (ITV) (77) "The Last Laugh" [Faustina, a servant in the Italian +embassy]; Sherlock Holmes (PBS) [immigrant to England]; episode of Sherlock +Holmes (ITV) + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Blind Date (84) [hooker]; *Death Wish III (85) [Marie]; One Last Chance (90) +[Maria]; *The Wicked Lady (83) [Jackson's Girl] + Theatre: +The Rocky Horror Show [Magenta] {British touring group} + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + + + Brent Spiner +Born: Feb 2 + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-91) [Data] + TV Guest Appearances: +Bosom Buddies (?); Buck Rogers in the 25th Century [alien ambassador]; +Cheers (1/29/87) (NBC) [Bill Grand] "Never Love A Goalie, Part II"; Hill Street +Blues [sleazy movie producer/director]; It's a Living (?); Hunter +(NBC) [mechanic for a police garage]; Mama's Family [man in snake +suit]; Night Court (NBC-3 episodes) [Bob Wheeler]; The Paper Chase(?); Sunday +in the Park with George (PBS) [Franz]; Tales from the Darkside [reverend trying +to convince a man that he was really dead]; Twilight Zone [draft dodger +being trucked to hell] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Crime of Innocence [sleazy lawyer defending Andy Griffith]; + The Dain Curse(?); North and South(?) + Movies: +Family Sins (87); *Miss Firecracker (89) [Preacher Mann]; *Rent Control (84) +[Leonard] + Theatre: +The Cherry Orchard (Long Wharf Theatre); Marvelous Gray (12/6/82-12/12/82) +[Electrician] (Lion Theatre); The Philanthopist (10/13/83-11/20/83) [John] +(Manhattan Theatre Club); Sunday in the Park with George (7/6/83-7/30/83) +[Franz, a servant] (Playwrights Horizons), (11/2/84-10/13/85) [Franz, a +servant] (Booth Theatre); The Three Musketeers (11/4/84-11/18/84) [Aramis] +(Broadway); Big River (4/25/85-9/20/87) [The Duke] (Eugene O'Neill Theatre) + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + +Where do these fit?: +What's Allen Watching? (TV) [Eddie Murphy replacement] + + Wil Wheaton + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (87-90) [Wesley Crusher] + TV Guest Appearances: +ABC Afterschool Special [son of schizophrenic]; Family Ties [Jen's +date]; Monsters "Shave and a Haircut...Two Bites"; St. Elsewhere [teenage +medical school graduate] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *A Long Way Home (82); *The Defiant Ones (86) [Clyde]; *The Shooting; Young +Harry Houdini (87) [Harry Houdini] + *My Dad Can't be Crazy, Can He? + Movies: +*The Buddy System (84) [Tim]; *The Curse (aka The Farm} (87) [Zachary Hayes]; +*Hambone and Hillie; *The Secret Of N.I.M.H. (82) [voice of Martin]; *Stand +By Me (86) [Gordie Lachance]; *Toy Soldiers (91) [Joey Trotta] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +*The Last Starfighter (84) [Louis's friend] {Scene cut from movie} +*13 Thirteenth Avenue {unsold pilot}; *Long Time Home {unsold pilot}; *The Man +Who Fell to Earth {unsold pilot} + Behind The Scenes: + + + Diana Muldaur + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (88-89) [Dr. Kathryn Pulaski]; *Born Free (NBC) (9/9/74-12/30/74) [Joy +Adamson]; *Hizzonner (NBC) (5/10/79-6/14/79) [Ginny]; *L.A. Law (NBC) (90- +3/21/91) [Rosalind Shays]; *McCloud (NBC) (9/16/70-8/28/77) [Chris Coughlin]; +*The Tony Randall Show (ABC/CBS) (9/23/76-3/25/78) [Judge Eleanor Hooper]; +*The Survivors (ABC) (9/29/69-9/17/70) [Belle]; *A Year in the Life + TV Guest Appearances: +*ST:TOS (67) "Return to Tommorow" [Sargon's wife Thalassa], "Is There in Truth +No Beauty?" [Dr. Miranda Jones]; Fantasy Island; Hart to Hart(?) [adulterous +wife]; Hawaii Five-O(?) "Death Wish on Tantalus Mountain" [wife of a foreign +race driver]; *The Incredible Hulk (11/30/79) "Homecoming" [Dr. Helen Banner], +(11/6/81) "Sanctuary" [Sister Anita]; Insight(?); Love Boat(?); Matlock "The +Trial" [guilty judge]; Quincy; Rockford Files (?) [adulterous wife]; The +Streets of San Francisco [middle-aged woman with a crush on Schwarzenegger's +character] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *Black Beauty; *Call to Danger; Genesis II (73) [Marg] {originally a TV +pilot}; *The Miracle Worker (78); *Murder In Three Acts (86); *The Return of +McCloud + Movies: +*Beyond Reason (77); *Chosen Survivors (74); *The Lawyer (69); *McQ (74) [Lois +Boyle]; *Number One (69); *One More Train to Rob (71) [Katy]; *The +Other (72) [Alexandra Perry]; Planet Earth (74); *The Swimmer (68) [Cynthia] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: +Past President of the Screen Actors Guild(?) + +Where do these fit?: +The Master Ninja, Vol 3; + + + + Majel Barrett +Born: Feb 23 + TV Series: +ST:TOS [Nurse Christine Chapel; voice of computer]; ST:TNG [Lwaxana Troi; +voice of computer] + TV Guest Appearances: +Bonanza; *Leave it to Beaver [Lumpy Rutheford's mom] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +As Young As We Are (58) [Joyce Goodwin]; Country Boy (66) [Miss Wynn]; The +Domino Principle (77) [Mrs. Schnaible]; A Guide for the Married Man (67) [Mrs. +Fredy]; Love in a Goldfish Bowl (61) [Alice]; Planet Earth(?); The Quick and +the Dead (63) [Teresa]; Spectre(?); Sylvia (65) [Anne]; Track of Thunder (67) +[Georgia Clark]; Westworld (73) [Miss Carrie] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +*Star Trek "The Cage" [Number One] {as M. Leigh Hudec} {first pilot} + Behind The Scenes: + + Grace Lee Whitney + TV Series: +*ST:TOS (66-67) [Yeoman Janice Rand] + TV Guest Appearances: + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Star Trek: The Motion Picture (79) [Transporter Chief Rand]; Star Trek III: +The Search for Spock (84) [Commander Rand]; Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (86) +[CPO Rand] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc: + Behind the Scenes: + + John Winston + Transporter Chief Kyle, Several TOS episodes + + Mark Lenard + + *TV Series: +Here Come the Brides (ABC) (9/25/68-9/18/70) [Aaron Stempel]; Planet of the +Apes (CBS) (9/13/74-12/27/74) [Urko]; The Secret Empire (NBC) (2/27/79- +5/1/79) [Emperor Thorval] + TV Guest Appearances: +ST:TOS "Balance of Terror" [Romulan Commander], "Journey to Babel" [Sarek]; +ST:TAS "Yesteryear" [voice of Sarek]; ST:TNG "Sarek" [Sarek]; +Another World [Dr. Ernest Gregory]; Buck Rogers [ambassador]; +Cliffhangers (NBC) [emperor]; Hawaii Five-O; Otherworld + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Sarek]; Star Trek IV: The Voyage +Home (86) [Sarek]; Hang 'em High (68); Here Come The Brides [Aaron Stemple]; +The Radicals(?) + Theatre: +Two man play with Walter Koenig + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +SAAB Commercial + Behind The Scenes: + + Kirstie Alley + + TV Series: +*Cheers (87-91) (NBC) [Rebecca Howe]; *Masquerade (83-84) [Casey Collins] + TV Guest Appearances: + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *A Bunny's Tale; Infidelity; Masquerade (90); *A Midsummers Night's Dream; +The Prince of Bel Air; Sins of the Past; Stark: Mirror Image (86); *Tow Heads: +Highway Honeys + *North and South I & II (85) [Virgilia Hazard] + Movies: +*Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (82) [Saavik]; *Blind Date (84) [Claire +Parker]; *Champions (84) [Barbara]; *Look Who's Talking (89) [Mollie]; *Look +Who's Talking Too (90) [Mollie Ubriacco]; *Loverboy (89) [Joyce Palmer]; +*Madhouse (90); *One More Chance; The Osterman Weekend (?) (83); *Runaway (84) [Jackie]; Shoot to Kill (88) [Sarah]; Sibling Rivalry (90); *Summer School +(87) [Robin Bishop] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + + Robin Curtis + + TV Series: + TV Guest Appearances: + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (84) [Lt. Saavik]; Star Trek IV: The +Voyage Home (86) [Lt. Saavik] + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc: +Cycle dog food ad (91) + Behind the Scenes: + + John DeLancie +Born: Mar 20 + + TV Series: +Days of Our Lives(?) [Eugene Bradford] + TV Guest Appearances: +*ST:TNG "Encounter at Farpoint", "Hide and Q", "Q Who?", "Deja Q", "Qpid" [Q]; +Christine Cromwell; Emergency [guest-doctor]; It's +a Living; *LA Law (3/14/91) [Mark Chelios]; MacGyver [arms dealer]; Miami +Vice; *Mission: Impossible (new) [narco-terrorist hitman]; Murder She Wrote +[Binky, a well-known art thief]; The Nutt House (pilot); Twilight +Zone (new) [manager-souls being trucked to hell] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Get Smart Again [KAOS/CONTROL double agent] (89); The Thorn Birds; {some +movie where he plays a neurologist(?)} + Movies: +Angel of Death (90); Bad Influence(?); The Onion Field [officer at table +at briefing]; SST: Deathflight (aka SST: Disaster in the Sky) [Peter Graves +character's ex- girlfriend's husband] (77); Taking Care of Business (90) + Theatre: + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: +Safeguard commercial; Toyota commercial + Behind The Scenes: + + Whoopi Goldberg + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG (88-91) [Guinan]; *Bagdad Cafe; Captain Planet and the +Planeteers [voice of Gaia] + TV Guest Appearances: +*A Different World (NBC) (4/11/91); *Carol, Carl, Whoopi and Robin; *Moon- +lighting "Camille" [Camille] + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + *Kiss Shot [lead role] + *Comic Relief (86-90); The Best of D.C. Follies: Superstar Comedy (89); +*Comedy Tonight [host]; *The Debbie Allen Special; Dr. Duck's Super Secret +All-Purpose Sauce (86); *Free to be...a Family; *Funny, You don't look 200; +*My Past is my Own (Schoolbreak Special); *Night of 100 Stars II (3/10/85) +{originally presented in the theatre on 2/17/85}; *Scared Straight: 10 Years +Later; Tales from the Whoop(?); *Whoopi Goldberg Direct from Broadway; Whoopi +Goldberg: Fontaine...Why Am I Straight? (88); Whoopi Goldberg Live + Movies: +*Beverly Hills Brats; *Burglar (87) [Bernice Rhodenbarr]; *Clara's Heart (88) +[Clara Mayfield]; *The Color Purple (85) [Celie]; *Fatal Beauty (87) [Det. +Rita Rizzoli]; *Ghost (90); *Homer and Eddie (89) [Eddie Cervi]; *Jumpin' +Jack Flash (86) [Terry Doolittle]; La Ladrona (86); *The Long Walk Home; +*Soap Dish (91); *The Telephone (88) [Vashti Blue]; 'Tis the Season + Theatre: +Began performing at age 8 with children's program at Hudson Guild and Helena +Rubenstein Children's Theatre. +Member of Spontaneous Combustion (San Diego Marquis Public Theatre play) +(early 80s) +Broadway productions of "Hair", "Pippin", and "Jesus Christ Superstar" in the +late 60s, "The Spook Show", a one woman cross-country show in the 70s +Whoopi Goldberg (10/24/84-3/10/85) {wrote and acted in a one woman show on +Broadway.} +In 1988, she toured in Living on the Edge of Chaos (an improv. group). + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: +Helped found the San Diego Repertory Theatre by appearing in "Mother +Courage, Getting Out." +1985 Theatre World Award winner. 1985 Emmy nominee. + + Colm Meaney + + TV Series: +*ST:TNG [Chief Miles Edward O'Brien) + TV Guest Appearances: +*ST:TNG "Encounter at Farpoint" [Battle Bridge Conn], "Lonely Among Us" +[Security Guard]; Father Dowling Mysteries; New Adam-12(?) [a priest]; One +Life to Live + TV Movies/Mini-Series/Specials: + Movies: +The Commitments (91) [Jimmy Rabbit's dad]; *The Dead (87) [Mr. Bergin]; Dick +Tracy (90) [cop]; Die Hard II (90) [airline pilot]; *Omega Syndrome (87) + Theatre: +Breaking the Code {with Derek Jacobi} + Commercials/Videos/Misc.: + Behind The Scenes: + + +Actors/actresses who have played multiple characters in Star Trek: +Note: For Barrett, Doohan, and Nichols, their main ST roles are listed in +their entries above. + +Barbara Babcock Mea 3, "Taste of Armageddon"; Philana "Plato's + Stepchildren" +Majel Barrett voices of: Amanda, "Yesteryear"; Randi Bryce, "Eye + of the Beholder"; Grey, "Yesteryear"; Lora, "Mudd's + Passion"; Lt. M'Ress, TAS; Theela, "The Lorelei + Signal" +Merritt Butrick David Marcus, "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan", + "Star Trek III: The Search for Spock"; T'Jon, + "Symbiosis" +William Campbell Trelane, "The Squire of Gothos"; Koloth, "The Trouble + with Tribbles" +Ted Cassidy voice of Balok puppet, "The Corbomite Maneuver"; + Ruk, "What are Little Girls Made Of?" +Charles Cooper Korrd, "Star Trek V: The Final Frontier"; K'Mpec, + "Sins of the Father", "Reunion" +James Doohan voices of: Agmar, "The Infinite Vulcan"; Arex, TAS; + Cmdr. Ari bn Bem, "Bem"; Gabler, "The Survivor," + "Time Trap," "The Terratin Incident"; The healer, + "Yesteryear"; Keniculus, "The Infinite Vulcan"; + Koloth, "More Tribbles, More Troubles"; Kol-tai, + "Albatross"; Kulkukan, "How Sharper than a Serpent's + Tooth"; Lucien, "The Magicks of Megas-Tu"; Lt. Cmdr. + Tom Merkel, "The Eye of the Beholder"; Megan + Prosecutor, "The Magicks of Megas-Tu"; Mendant, "The + Terratin Incident"; Romulan commander, "The Survivor," + "Practical Joker"; Sargon, "Return to Tomorrow"; + Supreme Prefect, "Albatross"; Thelin, "Yesteryear" +Gene Dynarski Ben Childress, "Mudd's Women"; Krona, "The Mark of + Gideon"; Cmdr. Quinteros, "11001001" +David Gerrold voices of: Em/3/Green, "Jihad"; Korax, "More Tribbles, + More Troubles" +Rex Holman Morgan Earp, "Spectre of the Gun"; J'Onn, "Star Trek + V: The Final Frontier" +Skip Homeier Melakon, "Patterns of Force"; Dr. Sevrin, "The Way + to Eden" +Craig Hundley Peter Kirk, "Operation: Annihilate!"; Tommy Starnes, + "And the Children Shall Lead" +Sean Kenney Crippled Pike, "The Menagerie"; Lt. DePaul, "Arena", + "Taste of Armageddon" +John Lormer Dr. Hoskins, "The Cage"; Tamar, "The Return of the + Archons"; Old Man, "For the World is Hollow and I have + Touched the Sky" +Charles Macauley Landru, "The Return of the Archons"; Jaris, "Wolf in + the Fold" +Lawrence Montaigne Decius, "Balance of Terror"; Stonn, "Amok Time" +Byron Morrow Admiral Komack, "Amok Time"; Admiral Westervilet, + "For the World is Hollow and I have Touched the Sky" +Stewart Moss Joe Tormolen, "The Naked Time"; Hanar, "By any Other + Name" +Nichelle Nichols voices of: Alice of Wonderland, "Once Upon a Time"; + Dara, "The Lorelei Signal"; Davison, "The Lorelei + Signal"; Lt. Anne Nored, "The Survivor" +Michael Pataki Korax, "The Trouble with Tribbles"; Karnas, "Too + Short a Season" +Suzie Plakson Dr. Selar, "The Schizoid Man; K'Ehleyr, "The + Emissary", "Reunion" +Janos Prohaska Mugato, "A Private Little War"; Horta, "The Devil in + the Dark" +Abraham Sofaer Thasian, "Charlie X"; Melkot, "Spectre of the Gun" +Malachi Throne voice of The Keeper, "The Cage"; Commodore Jose' + Mendez, "The Menagerie" +Ian Wolfe Septimus, "Bread and Circuses"; Mr. Atoz, "All our + Yesterdays" +Morgan Woodward Dr. VanGelder, "Dagger of the Mind"; Captain Tracy, + "The Omega Glory" + +Characters which were played by more than one actor/actress in Star Trek: + +Spock Carl Steven, Vadia Potenza, Stephen Manley, Joe W. Davis + [Star Trek III: The Search for Spock]; Leonard Nimoy [all + the rest] +Sarek ? [Star Trek V: The Final Frontier]; Mark Lenard [all the rest] +Amanda ? [Star Trek V: The Final Frontier]; Jane Wyatt [all the rest] +Capt. Kirk ? [The Turnabout Intruder]; William Shatner [all the rest] +Saavik Kirstie Alley [Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan]; Robin Curtis + [Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, Star Trek IV: The Voyage + Home] + +Some other quasi-famous people who gave had guest spots in Star Trek: + +Sally Kellerman Dr. Elizabeth Dehner, "Where No Man Has Gone Before" +James Gregory Dr. Tristan Adams, "Dagger of the Mind" +Barbara Anderson Lenore Karidian, "Conscience of the King" +Bruce Mars Finnegan, "Shore Leave" +Robert Brown Lazarus, "The Alternative Factor" +Ricardo Montalban Khan, "Space Seed", "ST2" +Jill Ireland Leila Kalomi, "This Side of Paradise" +Joan Collins Edith Keeler, "City on the Edge of Forever" +William Campbell Trelane, "The Squire of Gothos"; Koloth, "The Trouble + with Tribbles" +David Soul "The Apple" +Victor Tayback Krako, "A Piece of the Action" +Teri Garr Roberta Lincoln, "Assignment Earth" +Susan Howard Mara, "Day of the Dove" +Lee Meriweather Losira, "That Which Survives" +Stephen Collins Captain Will Decker, "Star Trek: The Motion Picture" +Christopher Lloyd Kruge, "Star Trek III: The Search for Spock" +John Laroquette Maltz, "Star Trek III: The Search for Spock" +Catherine Hicks Dr. Gillian Taylor, "Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home" +Lawrence Luckinbill Sybok, "Star Trek V: The Final Frontier" +Nancy Kovack +Erik Menyuk The Traveller, "Where No One Has Gone Before", + "Remember Me" +John Tesh Holodeck Klingon, "The Icarus Factor" +Mick Fleetwood Antiidean dignitary, "Manhunt" +Dwight Schultz Lt. 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So be it! + + + + A Day in the Life of... + + Lt. jg. Ptzzrr Frageilux + Tactical Officer, U.S.S. Trafalgar NCC-1760, Gamma Shift + + Historian's Note: This takes place during Fifth season + of ST:TNG + There was that annoying chiming noise again. It had haunted her +through her dreams and now it pursued her into the realm of the living. +With a conscious effort she clenched her hand into a fist, a green scaled +gauntlet of defiance. She then smashed it into the wall console, +scattering plastic around the floor. The chiming noise ceased. + "I hate mornings..." she commented to no one. + Lt. Ptzzrr Frageilux raised her body off the warm stone slab, +removing the gravel-textured covers as a groggy afterthought. She +immediately began heading for the shower, set for high-sonic followed by +a light rinse of water. She let the high vibrations clear the sleep from +her mind. "Computer, give me time and schedule." + The computer answered without question. "Ship's time is now 2213 +hrs. Your shift begins at 2400 hrs. and ends at 0600 hrs. You are to be +in attendance at the Security Hand-to-Hand testing starting at 0630 hrs. +No other scheduled events have been located." + Ptzzrr stepped out of the shower stall, the water glistening off +her leathery green skin. "Who else will be in attendance?" + "All other Security Personnel not currently on assigned duty at +that time." replied the computer. + "Good, it's about time come of those lazy people on Alpha and +Beta shift had work to do." She began putting on her Uniform, attempting +to make it stretch properly to fit her massive size and shape. "They +never made these to fit reptiles." remarked Ptzzrr with some wit. A +quick laser-grooming of her ebony claws, attachment of her arm-wraps and +she was ready to face the Galaxy. + However, there was admittedly one more task to perform. "Lt. +Frageilux to ship's Repairs. My comm panel appears to need repairs, +could you have someone sent up to fix it again?" + A disgruntled voice echoed back. "Again?!" Could it be? +"That's the third time this week?!" Yep, got the Tellerite. "Can't you +Gorns get up quietly?!" + "would you rather I slept in your bed Mr. Golarg? My offer still +stands?" She smiled one of her trademark grins, the large teeth designed +for ripping glinted in the window's starlight. Oh how she wished that +Tellerite in Engineering could see it. + "Crew on its way Lieutenant." groaned Golarg. "PLEASE be more +careful next time?! Out." + A loud roar escaped Frageilux's throat as she entered the +corridor, causing many a new crew member to jump. "That Tellerite can be +such a pushover," Ptzzrr mused, "if only people knew how to deal with him." + + Ptzzrr made her way to the dining hall. Right now the only +people there were from the Alpha Shift, having late dinners or that last +cup of coffee before turning in for the night. Ptzzrr swept the room +with her silvery eyes, looking for an appropriate dining companion. She +grinned as she located her Human commanding officer, Lt. Ireland, +brooding over some data padds. + But priorities first, she collected her typical breakfast. A +cage containing small furry creatures with long pink tail, plus one other +large box with air holes. the Trafalgar kept special stores for the +unique diets of her non-himan crew members. And admittedly the +replicators had trouble in creating mice. "Good evening sir, might I +join you?" + Ireland looked up at what had created the monstrous shadow across +the table. "Evening Ptzzrr. Go ahead." Ireland then settled back down +and attempted to concentrate, with a great lack of success. The +squeaking from the panicked mice was driving him to distraction. He +placed down his current padd and stared. + Ptzzrr paused in mid-swallow, she had noted that Ireland was +looking at her directly. Ptzzrr quickly inhaled the offending tail from +her latest victim. "Something wrong sir?" + Ireland picked the padd back up from the table. "Why must it +still be breathing?" + Ptzzrr was used to having this conversation. "Our stomachs have +trouble processing the nutrients if the food is cooked. Besides, the +taste is much better if it's still kicking." she popped another mouse +into her mouth, much to its protest, to emphasize her point. She pushed +the cage towards Ireland in a gesture of friendliness. "There's plenty +to share, would you care for one sir?" + Ireland, not known to back down, blanched. "I'll pass this time +Ptzzrr, the fur has a tendency to get stuck between my teeth." He began +working on his data padds again. + Ptzzrr chuckled "That's why the Fire invented claws." + A new voice joined the arguement. "Best of luck Frageilux, you +should know my now that Human stock from Terra Prime isn't what its +cracked up to be by Minerva." they looked up to see the large muscled +Human with black bush-cut hair standing there. Even without his attire +of skirt uniform and ceremonial short sword, which showed his Magna Roman +heritage, it was clear who this devil's advocate was. His deep +charismatic voice and expressions used were a complete give-away. + Ireland looked up at the new arrival. "I've swallowed gold fish +before, and eaten raw fish back home thank you, Ensign." + Ens. Maximus now made an exaggerated move to retrieve a mouse +from the cage. With a great grin on his face he held the protesting +creature above his mouth. Making sure Ireland was watching, he dropped +the squirming mouse inside his mouth and began chewing. He took care to +spit out any offending bones onto the tray in front of him. "You know, a +little monkey's brain jelly, and you'd have a real champion here." He +removed the tail from his mouth last of all, placing it on the tray on +top of the small pile of bones. + Ptzzrr reached over, "May I?" At Maximus' nod she retrieved the +tail and placed it in her gapping maw, looking eye-to-eye with Ireland +the whole time. "the tails are one of the best parts, are you sure you +won't reconsider sir? I brought dessert with me as you can see." + Ireland was now retrieving his data padds. "That's quite all +right thank you, see you both a 0630 hrs. Lieutenant, Ensign." Ireland +now beat a hasty retreat out of the dining hall, much to the amusement of +Vellus Maximus. + "I'm surprised Lady Ptzzrr!" Maximus was trying to control +himself. "I never knew our Lord to be so squeamish." + Ptzzrr grinned that toothy smile of hers. "he isn't normally, +but he saw what I had brought for dessert." She now brought into +Maximus' view the larger container she had retrieved earlier, which +Ireland had been able to see and hear all along. Now Maximus could hear +the chorus of meowing noises of several small kittens echoing from the +larger box. Ptzzrr licked her lips. "Yum!" + Even Maximus looked a little taken aback. "You weren't surely My Lady?" + Ptzzrr removed one of the critters from the box, a small white +kitten. Its eyes were tightly closed and the fear was evident in its +cries. "Oh no, these are being taken down to Sickbay for examination. +They're Dr. Dunn's new litter. She had an emergency so she asked me to +bring them down." A mysterious sparkle appeared in the reptile's eyes. +"Of course, I seem to have forgotten to tell Ireland about that little +fact." + Their roarinf laughter could be heard across the hall. The +friends settled down to enjoy their shared feast, much to the mice's +annoyance. + + "Beta Shift is relieved." Lt. Martin was now accepting the +Captain's chair from Lt. Cmdr. Cal, the head of Beta shift. + "I stand relieved. No reports of an unusual activity, Sickbay +reported one case of Tillurian Flu, Crewman Ut'war should recover by +tomorrow evening." Cal looked on as the members of his shift left their +stations. His Bajorian features betrayed his desire that something more +interesting had happened. "Should be a quiet night Steven." + "Famous last words sir. Good Night." Martin settled into the +chair, much like a prince does to a King's throne. He was now calling up +his Ops. control for a system check. + Lt. Frageilux was now at Tactical. "Quiet night Chief?" + C.W.O. Fizbin tilted back his fedora. "Not a tinka', dem Crab +heads are laying pretty low toots. Gonna takes a mugshot?" + Frageilux clicked her claws in the negative. "Only if the +Cardassians do something interesting. Good Night Chief." As Oxmox left +Ptzzrr began a full systems check. "Do you think Eir'tha will be alright +Linda?" + The Human Science Officer behind her ceased her systems check to +reply. "Tillurian Flue isn't fatel to Caitans, more like measles to a +Human." + Ens. Maximus had now manned his station at Helm. "Wonder what's +taking Sillenn so long by Mercury?" A whoosh coming from the third +turbo-lift told them that their Medusan Navigator had finally arrived. +The doors parted admitting a metallic box hovering almost a metre from +the floor. The four metallic tentacles attached to the box waved in +agitation as it hovered over the Navigation. + Lt. Sillenn quickly tied into her Nav. panel. "Why do I always +get the lifts that Engineering are using?" Ptzzrr chuckled privately to +herself. She was recalling the time the Medusan had come up the +emergency shaft on her own power in an attempt to make her shift on +time. This had been much to the surprise of a visiting Commodore, who +happened to be standing over the chute door at the time. + Ens. Olda'winda at Ops. ruffled his feathers, stretching his +claws out from the perch he sat on. "Message from Sickbay to Lt. +Frageilux, your presence is requested at 0230 hrs." + Ptzzrr clacked her claws in approval. "Acknowledged." + Ens. Linda Che leaned over from Science again. "Lucky you, now +you've got a free reason to nip out for a quick snack." + Martin chuckled, nothing escaped his hawk-like human ears. "With +an amazing figure like hers, I'm always surprised how she keeps the +calories off." This had been a long running joke between the two. + Ptzzrr smiled back. "Keeping up with your off-duty activities is +more than enough Steven." + "Oh the broken hearts you two must leave behind." added Sillenn. + "When's the wedding My Lord?" noted Maximus. + Olda'winda was flapping his wings in fake horror. "What would +your parents say?! have you thought of them?" + Che joined in. "They have, they want the first hatchling to be a girl." + Ptzzrr smiled. "With Daddy's eyes right? Thought remember, we +promised to name him after my Nest Mother's thirf cousin Steven." Martin +couldn't stop laughing at the picture this was bringing up. Ptzzrr +continued "The stares, the gossip..." Ptzzrr leaned closer to the Human, +and the two stared deeply into each others eyes, enjoying the shared humour. + "We share endure it all in the name of love then." proclaimed +Martin. "The scandal, the..." What ever else Martin was going to say +was lost in the computer's voice. + "Battle Drill One will commence in one minute." + Ptzzrr growled a sigh. "Next time Steven." + + At 0227 hrs. Lt. frageilux arrived at the Trafalgar's Sickbay, +the dimness of the evening lights clearly indicating that Trafalgar was +in the middle of Ship's night. An Eieuon in medical uniform was +currently on watch as medical officer, her long furred tail twitching in +annoyance. Ptzzrr approached the brown-haired cat-like officer, noting +that its whiskers were twitching in concern. "Reporting as ordered +Lieutenant, or should I say Doctor?" + Dr. Starbright twirled her tail in amusement. "Oh drop the +formalities Ptzzrr, I just used them so my request would look good on the +record. So don't be a Tail-Kinker!" With the grace and agility of her +race she sprang over the duty table, then wrapped her tail around +Ptzzrr's arm in greeting. "this is going to need your special abiltities." + Ptzzrr warmly stroked Starbright's tail in affection. "What have +you poked you tail into this time?" Starbright's tail curled in further +amusement as she led Ptzzrr back towards the private rooms in Sickbay. + Crewman Ut'war was asleep on the bed, still recovering from +Tillurian Flue. His black fur was damp and matted with sweat, but his +breathing was strong. Starbright guessed Ptzzrr's thoughts. "He's not +the problem, Eir'tha is going to be just fine, bless the Goddess. It's +his pet that's the problem, I think Lister is lonely." + Ptzzrr chuckled a low growl, as much from relief as from +amusement. "Is that all? I think I can give Lister a home for a while, +do you have his supplies?" + "They're in in the iso-lab, one twitch." Starbright removed her +tail from Ptzzrr's grasp and sprang towards the back of Sickbay. Ptzzrr +looked down at Ut'war, he was purring soundly as he slept. + "Don't mind me Eir'tha." said Ptzzrr privately, "I'll make sure +Lister is well fed, for a suitable price of course." + Starbight had returned carrying a large container full of small +round furballs. They were cooing and purring in happiness, oblivious to +their fate. Starbright's tail found its welcome way back around Ptzzrr's +arm. "A Tribble for your Troubles?" Starbright's tail curled in +laughter as she handed the box to the Gorn. + "Thank you my friend." Ptzzrr's large tongue licked the lips of +her huge maw. "Lister and I are going to feast well tonight, that Python +has a great taste in food." + Starbright's tail hairs flared up slightly as her ears +flattened. "Must you really talk abut eating them?" + Ptzzrr lightly patted Starbright's tail in a comforting gesture. +"They're pest just like the Grabfoots on your world. However my people +feast on them, if the Federation would only share its blessing of +Tribbles, then more of my People would feel friendship towards the +Federation. Maybe more then just twelve of us would join StarFleet!" +One of the Tibbles was trying to roll outside the box and escape, Ptzzrr +solved this dilemma by popping it into her mouth. "They are quite +delicious Starbright, care to try?" + "To each their own." Starbright removed her tail from Ptzzrr's +arm as it coiled in further laughter. "Just don't forget to feed Lister +with some now!" + + It was 0640 hrs. aboard the Trafalgar, the main holo-deck had +been cleared and only members of the Security Crew remained here. Being +Head of the Department, Lt. Ireland was addressing the assembled crew. +"It's that time of year again, we'll be assessing how well you've learned +your lessons. And whether or not you need further time assigned for +practice sessions on the holo-deck." + C.P.O. Growlexxeroffi was stretching next to Frageilux. "A bit +long winded isn't he, how does he find mates?" + Ptzzrr rumbled in a low chuckle. "Oh he's not bad, for a +human." Ptzzrr continued flexing her scales, the leathery skin breathing +now, helping her to cool down. + "More action, less talk." growled Growlexxeroffi. "I wager I'll +have the huuuuman in the third round. Want to see monkey fly?" + Ptzzrr continued her exercises, ignoring her commanding officer's +droning. "Have you been seeing Lucassiss again?" + Growlexxeroffi flicked her tail up, signalling to Ptzzrr that +she'd hit the mark. "He is desirable, for a Kzinti. The tree climbers +haven't corrupted his Hero's Blood." + Ireland was finally finishing. "Are we ready Gentlebeings? +Please report to your assigned match rings, and happy hunting!" + Growlexxeroffi purred. "Lousy speech, good ending. I wonder how +well he screams?" + Ptzzrr wasn't going to ask what that meant... + + Lt. Ptzzrr. flexed her enourmous arms as she slowly and +deliberately entered the ring. The Andorian across from her turned a +lighter shade of blue, much to Ptzzrr's delight. "Mr. Starfire, it is an +honour to meet such a noble opponent so early in the testing." Ptzzrr +flashed that trademark grin of hers. + Crewman Starfire twitched his antenna in respect as he bowed. +"The honour is mine scaly one, it shall be a pleasure to remove your +teeth one at a time. Then feast on your remains while you watch from the +heavens." + Ptzzrr growled in unrestrained delight. "You're still a +silver-tongued devil Koola. Am I still having you for dinner tonight?" + "Only on one condition sir, no pulling punches." Ptzzrr agreed +to the terms, and then began the fight. True to her word, she didn't +hold back. Starfire realized this most when Ptzzrr succeeded in grabbing +him, then using only the one arm, threw him clear across the holo-deck. +He impacted on the bulkhead with a solid thunk. + "Next victim!" announced Ptzzrr, much to the cheering of her +friends there. Koola brushed himself off and saluted the victor, much to +the crowd's delight. + + Ens. Mawditt was the next candidate for Ptzzrr's amusement. "Is +that a Horta in your pants or are you just scared to see me?" + Mawditt wasn't going to allow himself to be thrown off be this +easy banter. "You won't get me like you did last year sir. I just might +have some surprises in store for you." + She clacked her claws in approval, the safety covers on them +muffling the sound. "A challenge, good! I like my meals to have some +spirit in them, especially the human ones! Let's begin." + Though Mawditt proved himself well, it was simply a matter of +tiime before his inevitable defeat. Ptzzrr observed this with some wit +at the end. "You were right Kirk, you did have some secrets in store for +me, guess I'll have to sit on them." + Mawditt, stuck underneath Ptzzrr's huge form, could only wave +acknowledgement... + + A quick shower to cool down and Ptzzrr was ready for the next +contestant. "Lynxerrowl! Are you prepared to let the fur fly again +today as it did last time?" + The Lynxoid grinned back, baring her ruby-coloured teeth in a +grin of pleasure. "Your skin is tough, good. It means I can enjoy +myself more when using my claws!" To emphasize her point she unsheathed +her mighty razors of death. + "Fair's fair." clacked Ptzzrr in agreement, she removed the +safety covers from her claws. Oh how good it felt to get those accursed +things off! "Someone have a medical unit on stand-by, this is going to +be a joy and a pleasure!" + Ptzzrr had been friends with C.P.O. Growlexxeroffi long enough to +learn her species' weaknesses. She used these lessons to great effect +against poor Lynxerrowl. Though Lynxerrowl did fight hard, she also fell +to the green juggernaut. Later, after the match, they settled back to +watch the other matches still in progress, while being treated my medical +staff on site. + "You fight well, it was most enjoyable sir." Lynxerrowl was +having a broken leg set while being refreshed. + "It was my pleasure Lynxerrowl, its always good to meet people +who enjoy their work." the Gorn was having three of her fingers pushed +back into their sockets. "Where'd you learn that new trip move of yours, +I've never seen it before." + "A little trick I picked up from the Iotian Fizbin." She yelped +slightly as her hind toes was shoved back into place. "Where's +Growlexxeroffi, she was supposed to meet me here?" + Ptzzrr pointed over to the centre ring. Inside the large Lynxoid +could be seen stalking the Human Ireland, Growlexxeroffi was living up to +her word. "Playing with her food I would imagine..." + Lynxerrowl extended out a small box to Ptzzrr. "Mouse?" + "Don't mind if I do..." + One of these days he mice were going to join the Federation and +register a protest... + + Next was the Vulcan Torvack. "Well well, one of the founding +members of the Federation." + Yeoman Torvack bowed. "You know our history well sir. It would +be logical to assume that your knowledge in combat is just as thorough." +He appeared completely calm, as befitted his race. + "History no, Vulcan Anatomy yes." Ptzzrr licked her scaly lips +in anticiptation, this one was going to be difficult to phase. "You +Vulcans have no emotions." + "That isn't exactly true sir." commented Torvack as he entered a +fighting stance. His brows furrowed in concentration. + "Good, cause you're going to experience some now!" Ptzzrr +charged with lightning quickness to the attack, only to find Torvack +equal to every mve she made. Ptzzrr couldn't help but admire the new +recruit's abilities. "You've been studying Yeoman, excellent! I can see +why you transferred to Security." + "Thank you sir." Torvack continued his quick darting movements. +"I've taken it upon myself to study Gorn anatomy." With that warning he +now suddenly lunged forward and with a quick grasp squeezed the nerve +juncture at Ptzzrr's neck. the Gorn colossus began to sag and a ghost of +a smile spread across Torvack's face. + It was at that moment that a mouse ran across the padded floor, +chased by a quickly moving grey furred figure in a Security uniform. It +had the effect of distracting torvack long enough that he failed to note +that Ptzzrr was no longer sinking to the ground. + She gave him a polite reminder with her joined fists, as the +green scaled ram of force connected with a resounding crack to his chin. +the stunned figure was flung out of the ring by the momentum, leaving a +trail of green blood to the smiling Gorn. He would probably call the +whole experience quite fascinating, when he was conscious enough to +appreciate it better. + "Never become distracted Yeoman, you'd know that if you'd been in +Security as long as I have." she went over and checked the pulse of the +still Vulcan. He was still breathing. "Besides, you should know that +FEMALE hides are too thick for that nerve pinch trick." Growlexxeroffi, +the offending grey blur from earlier, approached Ptzzrr. The Lnyxoid was +carrying the mouse distraction by its tail with her teeth. "Explanation +for the interruption Chief?" demanded Ptzzrr. + Growlexxeroffi winked her ears in a gesture of surprise. "It +wasn't really Maximus' fault, how was he to know a Monkey was going to be +dropped on him?" Apparently she was referring to what had happened at +the conclusion of another fight. + Ptzzrr plucked the mouse from the Lynxoid's mouth and held the +squirming form up high. From what she had read and seen earlier of the +new crew members, she had a good idea of who was doing this dropping. +"Let me guess, P'velt Dray?" + A shadow now swooped down from the ceiling and with a claw +snatched away the mouse from Ptzzrr's hand. Ptzzrr and Growlexxeroffi +both looked up and laughed at the flying form now holding the squealing +rodant. "Guilty as charged sir, but to the victor go the spoils!" +Crewman Dray then did a roll and spread his wings to hover. + Ens. Maximus stepped past the medical team to join them, his +large grin a give-away of his reason for being here. "Excuse me My Lady, +but did you perchance see a mouse go by here..." + + Ptzzrr's next opponet was one of the crew's Insectoids, this one +possessing a full complement of eight legs and stinger. The Gorn soon +realized that she had her hands, literally, full. "What does it take to +make you let go?!" + Zeenicce was showing the same frustration. "What does it take to +make you drop?!" The Insectoid had repeatedly stung the Gorn, only to +have her thick hide repulse the attack. Zeenicce was now wrapped around +Ptzzrr's back, using three sets of legs to keep the Gorn's arms pinned +while the rest repeatedly bashed at her head looking for a weakness. +"It used enough enough poison to kill many others." + Ptzzrr had grown tired of trying to get her arms free and now was +repeatedly bashing Zeenicce against the bulkhead with full force. "I'm +no other, >BLAM!< I'm a woman you drone!" + "Same difference my queen." commented Zeenicce. His solid +exo-skeleton was protecting him from the blows, though a series of +notable dents had appeared along the bulkhead. "Where >THRUM!< are your +ears?" + "Ears?! On a Gorn?" they had attracted a considerable audience +now. Their match was the only one from the fifth round still continuing. + "Sometime today would be nice people." muttered Lt. Ireland, +growing more impatient with the stalemate. + The combatants chorused back. "With all due respect my Queen, +>KERTHRAM!< SHUT UP!" that got a roar of approval from the crowd as the +battle moved towards the changing areas. + "Are you sure this is a >THUD!< good idea my Queen?" Zeenicce +had ceased his attempts at locating Ptzzrr's ears and was now attacking +her neck. His lack of success equalled Ptzzrr's. + "Why, you have no sex, so there should be >BOOM!< no problem +about which showers I enter." Yet another solid crash into the wall +failed to dislodge the Insectoid. the rooms current inhabitants quickly +vacated to make room for these unstoppable forces. + "It, no. However you do possess >THRUD!< gender. This room for +male gender species only." + "It was the closest >KERTHUM!< of the three." + "A wise choice my Queen. Are you considering >BLAMG!< a change +in tactics then? Or are you overheating?" Zeenicce had accurately noted +that the Gorn was slowing down. + "You >THRAMP!< noticed?" The walls were now showing good signs +of damage. The look this would cause on Mr. Golarg's face brought a +quick smile to Ptzzrr's face. She switched on all the showers to full +blast, allowing her to bathe in the cold streams of moisture. Ptzzrr +smiled as her skin grew slick. "Brace yourself Zeenicce." She once +again threw herslef at the wall, yet this time she twisted to take the +blow on her side. Zeenicce sliped off the Gorn's back, as he could no +longer use his barbed legs to gain a grip on the newly slick skin. + "Clever my Queen. But how will the Queen see this?" + They both studied each other, wondering how Lt. Ireland would +react to the mess. They mutually realized the futility of continuing +this battle. Ptzzrr extended out her hands to Zeenicce, who took them +gladly. They rubbed heads in a gesture of friendship and agreement. +"Right, we'll call it a draw..." + + It was late in the day for them, and Gamma shift were enjoying a +large feast to celebrate the day's events. The dining hall was full, as +almost everyone had found the time to be here. "I still find it hard to +believe Ireland beat you Growlexxeroffi?" Ens. Che had been listening to +the stories being told. + The Lynxoid bristled noticeably at the insult the Che had +accidently used. "He bit my tail! Only BABIES bit tails!" + Che attacked her sald with a furry. "It worked, didn't it?" + Maximus howled in laughter! "Well by Apollo I just loved his +expression when his Lordship saw who he was meeting in the finals! A +classic moment in history!" + Crewman Dray pecked at his seeds, as he was a confirmed +vegatarian. "How was I to know he hates heights? I only picked him up +and dangled him upside down over the floor." + Lt. Sillenn gestured with a tentacle high into the air, more for +the local audience's benifit then for a need to stretch. "Fifty FEET +above the floor Crewman?" she noted sarcastically. + "Over a non-padded area..." added Lt. Martin. + Dray ruffled his feathers in concern, he hadn't realized they +were taking his actions against his commanding officer so seriously. +"Have I caused offense here?" + Che and Maximus burst out laughing again. Growlexxeroffi flicked +her ears up in surprise, then realized that poor Dray had no idea that +they were pulling his tail. Or feathers as the case may be, she figured +this misunderstanding should be cleared up. "We wouldn't have honoured +you be having you join us if we were offended Dray." She purred as +another Tribble met a gruesome fate. "This is our way of congratulating +you!" + "Well the good news is we have a new champion!" announced Ptzzrr +to a rousing cheer from Gamma Shift. "The bad news is that Lt. Ireland +has seen fit to assign Gamma Shift more training exercises." A round of +boos and other interesting noises made their rounds, but they were mostly +good natured. + Sillenn hovered up to get the crowds attention. "Don't worry +though, we'll get through this just like everthing else those disgusting +Day people throw at us." A cheer responded, as Gamma shift took pride in +its never ending rivalry with the other shifts. + Sillenn let the noise die down before finishing. "Besides, he +doesn't know what's in store for him tonight." that got the laughter +going, and Dray was now warmly welcomed on as a member of the Gamma Shift +and the The U.S.S. Trafalgar. His new assignment and home. + Ens. Olda'winda flapped his wings in excitement, as he had missed +out on all the fun of setting their surprise for the Human Lieutenant. +"Why do I have a feeling that this has something to do with Lister's +missing food supply?" + Ptzzrr grinned that smile that terrified a thousand hearts. "Oh +come now, Ireland won't find it all too Tribblesome..." + + fin + + David Sutton + + + + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aeia b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aeia new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1293c278 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aeia @@ -0,0 +1,1759 @@ +From 95lnm@cs.williams.edu Tue Jan 5 20:01:53 1993 +X-VM-v5-Data: ([nil nil nil t nil nil nil nil nil] + ["78981" "Tue" "5" "January" "93" "21:01:40" "EST" "Lisa Masterman" "95lnm@cs.williams.edu " nil "1741" "an offical copy of \"Aeia\"" "^From:" nil nil "1"]) +Return-Path: <95lnm@cs.williams.edu> +Received: from bull.cs.williams.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (5.65a) + id AA27242; Tue, 5 Jan 93 20:01:53 -0600 +Received: from welsh.cs.williams.edu by CS.Williams.EDU (4.1/SMI-4.0-DDN-Williams-1.1) + id AA07140; Tue, 5 Jan 93 21:01:43 EST +Received: by welsh.cs.williams.edu (4.1/client-1.3) + id AA00929; Tue, 5 Jan 93 21:01:40 EST +Message-Id: <9301060201.AA00929@welsh.cs.williams.edu> +Status: RO +From: 95lnm@cs.williams.edu (Lisa Masterman) +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Subject: an offical copy of "Aeia" +Date: Tue, 5 Jan 93 21:01:40 EST + +sorry for the delay. I've been extraordinarily busy, but I would love it if +you could put this updated copy of "Aeia" into the archive. + +Thank you. + +--lisa +95lnm@cs.williams.edu +lmasterm@cs.ulowell.edu + + +"Aeia" + +PART ONE + +Captain's Log, Stardate 45824.4: The Enterprise has been assigned to map a +fairly remote region of space close to one extreme of the Romulan Neutral +Zone. My crew and I have been surprised to discover in this system a class +'M' planet, something we did not expect to come across in this largely +unexplored sector. Counselor Troi has given me reason to believe that there +may be some form of intelligent life waiting undiscovered on the surface. + +"Explain, Counselor." + +Troi shook her head, looking intensely at the floor as if an explanation lay +hidden beneath the carpet. "I think there is something down there. +Something very-" She broke off, looking up at the viewscreen for a moment. +A blue-green planet filled the screen and pushed itself into her mind, along +with... something. "Something very strong, yet - very elusive." She turned +to face the captain with a long sigh. "I can't seem to grasp it; every time I +think I can really sense it, it slips away." + +Commander Riker, sitting attentively to the right of the captain, spoke up. +"Sir, whether there is something down there or not, it warrants investigation. +There is a class 'M' planet here that no one knows about." + +"Agreed, Number One. Assemble your away team and report to me if you +find anything." + +Riker nodded and stood up briskly, striding across the bridge towards the +turbolift. He turned to nod to Troi and Data, who rose to follow him. +Entering the turbolift, he tapped his badge communicator. "Riker to +Engineering. Geordi, report for away team duty," he said as the doors shut. + +Troi let her breath out slowly as she felt a sensation like a weight lifting. +We're headed in the right direction, she thought. + +---------------------------------------------------- + +The team materialized moments later on the crest of a large hill. To their +right, another hill rose above them with an almost vertical slope. In the +other direction lay a vast scar on the earth strewn with rubble and large +rocks towards the perimeter. Before them, a breathtaking valley opened up, +descending steeply to a large lake. Beyond the lake rose a crescent-shaped +ridge of spectacular mountain cliffs. + +Home, thought Troi. She shook her head again. Where did THAT thought +come from? + +Data was busily scanning their surroundings with his tricorder. "Sir, there +are very strange readings coming from within the steep hill above us. It is +possible that a large network of caverns exists at this level that extend far +below the surface. There is a propensity of an element with which I am +unfamiliar." + +Geordi had walked off towards the rubble to their left. "What happened +here?" + +Data followed him and bent over a cluster of jagged rocks. After busying +himself with his tricorder for several seconds, he reported, "It seems to be +the ruins of a cluster of artificial structures. Origin: unknown." + +Commander Riker stepped carefully through the rubble. "Homes?" + +"Very possibly, sir," responded the android. "Further analysis of the ruins +might reveal that information." + +"So someone was here," said the Commander quietly. "Can you discern any +technology?" He frowned at the stones at his feet. They looked like rocks to +him. + +"At first appraisal the technology of the structures appears to be +rudimentary, but-" + +"But?" + +"There is insufficient data to say, sir. I would need to collect more +information to properly reconstruct the original design of the structures. +Judging from the building materials and the layout of the ruins, however, +one could pose a hypothesis that these structures were not as simple as they +first appear." + +"Do you think humanoids lived here?" + +"I cannot say, sir." + +Riker moved across the strewn rocks to a clearer space. The valley spread +itself out beneath him. The area was green, lush, full of life. He turned back +to the ruins, and mused on the irony of such devastation cohabiting with +such beauty. He rhetorically echoed Geordi's earlier question: "What +happened here?" + +"I don't know," answered Geordi from where he crouched beside a crumbled +wall. "Whatever it was, it didn't happen that long ago. I'd guess three to +five years. I'll say one thing, though." He gestured to the rock he was +studying. It was scarred with phaser marks. "This settlement wasn't just +abandoned and left to fall apart. It was destroyed." + +Data looked up from his tricorder. "That correlates with my findings, sir." + +"Thank you, Data." Riker glanced over to Troi, who had been standing +quietly on the edge of the ruins, looking over the edge of the knoll. "Have +you sensed anything, Deanna?" + +"What I feel hasn't changed," she responded quietly. "Something's here, I +just don't know where..." Her voice trailed off as she looked around her, +trying to get a fix on what she sensed. Her brow furrowed in frustration. + +"If I may, sir?" + +Riker returned to the others. "Go ahead, Data." + +"It would appear to be somewhat odd that we have found no other artifacts." + +"Explain." + +"Archaeological ruins are usually accompanied by the many elements of +daily life: cooking implements, discarded trash, personal belongings... We +have found no such objects in these ruins." + +"Maybe they took everything with them," suggested Geordi. + +"That is a possibility," admitted Data, "but it is unlikely, since these ruins +suffered some form of attack." + +"What if they knew the attack was coming?" Riker asked. + +"But why take every single thing?" said Troi from the edge of the ruins. +"And if there was no one and nothing here, then why attack the settlement?" + +"Maybe there WASN'T anyone here," said Geordi. "I mean, we haven't found +any bones or remains of any kind." + +"It is possible that the enemy or predatory animals removed the bodies of +the slain," said Data. + +"And it is possible that the enemy could have taken everything from their +homes," said Troi. She frowned, thinking that their line of reasoning wasn't +getting them any further. + +Geordi voiced her thoughts as he sat down upon one of the larger rocks. +"Doesn't look like we're finding any answers. Only more questions." + +Data walked over to the far edge of the ruins and busied himself with his +tricorder. "Commander," he said, "I am still detecting unusual readings from +this hill. There is definitely an unfamiliar element here, buried beneath the +surface." + +Riker surveyed the steep hillside that rose from the edge of the ruins. "You +say there are caves in there?" + +Data paused for a moment as he examined the readings on his tricorder. +"Affirmative, sir." + +"Is there any way of accessing the caves?" + +"Yes, sir," said the android as he strode away from the ruins. The rest of the +away team followed him. + +Moments later, they were walking along the sandy and rock-strewn floor of +a dark passageway beneath the surface of the hill. The only light was that +emitted from their hand-held lamps, but the beams were reflected off of the +surfaces of the rock around them and more than amply illuminated their +way. The walls were uneven, with large pieces of crystal jutting from the +rock and jagged, angular surfaces reflecting and bouncing their lights with +prismatic effects. The ceiling arced two to three feet above their heads, +echoing the sounds of their movements. + +Riker's communicator chirped. "Report, Number One," spoke Captain Picard's +voice. + +The Commander tapped his badge in a brisk motion. "We've just entered a +series of caves, Captain. We found some old ruins outside, but were unable +to gather much information from them. We're hoping that the caves will +provide us with some answers." + +"Captain," spoke Data from where he stood next to one wall, "the passageway +seems to be carved through a crystalline substance unfamiliar to me. The +molecular structure is very dense." + +"The Enterprise's scanners have detected this substance," said the Captain's +voice. "What can you tell me about it?" + +"I've never seen anything like it," said Geordi. "It has a very complex cell +structure, very rigid. The crystal in the walls is almost flawless... This stuff +must be harder by a factor of ten than the hardest substance known to +Federation science!" + +"Actually," corrected Data, "my initial findings would indicate that it is +harder by a factor of-" + +"Save it, Data," interrupted the Commander. + +"Very well," spoke the Captain's voice. "Keep me apprised." + +"Understood, sir; Riker out." Riker turned to Data. "You said that this +passageway was carved?" + +"It is highly improbable that it was formed by chance, sir. I see no evidence +of the crystal being cut, however. The surfaces are very smooth, and no +rudimentary tools have been used to alter them." + +"It also seems highly improbable," mused Geordi, "that the same people who +built those structures out there are responsible for what's in here. Whoever +carved their way through this stuff has to be in possession of considerable +technology. They wouldn't be living in rocks." + +"Let's continue," spoke up Troi. Her companions agreed and they proceeded +along the corridor. + +Their progress was abruptly halted a moment later when the passageway +was terminated unexpectedly by a pile of boulders and rock fragments that +reached the ceiling of the tunnel. Troi's face betrayed her disappointment. +She genuinely believed that they had been approaching something - the +same something that she had sensed before. + +Riker climbed onto one of the rocks for a better vantage point to where the +pile met the ceiling. "Data, is there anything beyond this?" + +"Unknown, Commander. The properties of the rock seem to be interfering +with the tricorder's sensors. The problem has been slowly growing worse as +we go further beneath the surface." + +"I think I may have found a way through," called Geordi. He had climbed up +the pile, and was working his way towards the left wall. "It will be a tight +squeeze," he warned. + +"What's beyond the barrier?" asked the Commander. + +"I don't know. Looks like it opens up into a chamber of some sort. Hold on, +let me get through..." For a few seconds, the Chief Engineer scrambled across +sliding rocks, working his way through +the hole. He disappeared from sight. "It is a chamber," he shouted from the +other side. There was a moment of silence, and then he added, "Commander, +I think you should see this." + +Riker worked his way over to where Geordi had been, and began to clamber +through the hole. Troi followed, and Data came through last. + +The chamber beyond was not very large. The ceiling and walls only +expanded slightly from the dimensions they had held along the corridor. +Another passageway led off from the chamber, banking out of sight. What +had caught the Chief Engineer's attention, however, was located right in the +center of the chamber: a giant crystal was laid lengthwise into a stone +mount. There was someone inside. + +"She was young," commented Geordi as he shone his light into the crystal. + +"Do you think that they - whoever they are - built these passageways just to +bury her?" Riker asked. + +Data cocked his head to the left. "I assume, Commander, that you are +thinking of a parallel to the ancient stone pyramids of Earth's historic +Egyptians? If I may, sir, I would like to hazard a conjecture that would +negate your statement. Tricorder readings indicate some energy emissions +which do not match the pattern of the other foreign substances in the cave. +They could be indications that this girl is not dead." + +"You're right, Data," said Troi. "I think she is what I sensed. She was calling +to me..." + +Geordi leaned down to examine the rock. "If she's not dead, then what is +she? She's encased in solid crystal." + +"Some form of suspended animation?" suggested Riker. + +"That is possible," responded Data. "However, sir, it would not explain why +the tricorder can detect the living tissue inside the crystal, even with its +sensor abilities hampered. It would also not explain why she was +'summoning' Counselor Troi." + +"I think I may have your answer," interrupted Geordi. He was standing +down by where the feet of the encased woman were; his light shone upon a +rock that had landed upon the crystal. "This stuff is hard, but not as hard as +the substance in the walls here. There's a minute crack in the crystal down +along her right leg." + +"If the integrity of the crystal has been damaged, then the state of +suspension could have been broken," suggested Data. + +Geordi frowned. "But she's still encased in crystal. If she came back like +this, she couldn't possibly survive." + +Troi's hand wasn't fast enough in covering her mouth to conceal her gasp. +She both recognized the logic in Geordi's words and sensed their truth. +"She's dying!" + +Riker briskly tapped his badge. "Riker to Enterprise." There was silence. + +"The foreign substance must be interfering with communication, +Commander," said Data. + +"Go back towards the entrance and see if you can reach the Enterprise, +Geordi. Tell Dr. Crusher we have a possible medical emergency. Data, see if +you can widen the opening a little so the medical team can get through." He +regarded the cold crystal in front of him for a while. Barely visible in the +darkness, a pale face could be seen within. "We may have to carry her out." + +As Geordi and Data left the chamber, Troi circled around the crystal form. +Her hand reached out cautiously to touch the smooth surface. It was cold to +her fingertips. + +Riker regarded her silently for a moment. "Is she in pain?" he asked gently. + +Troi's dark eyes, shadowed by the poor light in the cavern, grew darker still. +She shook her head, letting her midnight black curls fall in front of her +shoulders. "I don't know," she said in a voice that was more breath than +sound. + +Just then the quiet was disturbed by the loud clamor of Data's efforts on the +rockpile. He returned shortly, followed by Lieutenant LaForge. "The opening +is now sufficiently larger," reported the android. + +"Dr. Crusher will be here soon," added Geordi. He looked across at the +crystal. It was drawing their regards, absorbing them in its dark depths. "I +told her to bring some anti-grav units, in case we have to move this out by +hand." + +Riker nodded in response. The team regarded the crystal in silence for a few +moments. + +The falling of loose rock announced the arrival of the medical team. While +two junior medical officers stood by, Dr. Crusher ran her instruments over +the crystal to no avail. "I can read something, life signs perhaps, but nothing +I can make sense of," she stated in frustration. + +"The substance this cave is made of is interfering with a lot of our +equipment," explained Riker. "Can you get her out?" + +The CMO shoved her useless instrument into her pocket and frowned at the +Commander. She shook her head. "I don't even know how she got in there, +or what's keeping her alive, if she is indeed still alive." + +"She is," Troi said quietly. + +"Could we cut her out, and bring the crystal back for examination on board +the Enterprise?" asked Riker. + +Dr. Crusher signaled 'no' with her head. "There's no way of telling how +interfering with the crystal structure will affect her stasis. Our best bet is to +try and remove her here, carry her body out to the entrance, and then +transport her to sick bay. But if she is still alive, I'm not sure she'd survive +any one of those steps." + +"We have to try," said Troi. + +Dr. Crusher regarded the Counselor for a moment, and then signaled her +medical team to approach the crystal. "I'll do my best," she said. + +"That's the most she could ask for," observed Geordi. + + + + +"Aeia" + +PART TWO + +Lieutenant Commander Data approached the medical team. "Doctor, if I may +make a suggestion." + +"Yes, Data?" + +"If we could exploit the piezoelectric effect, we could cause the crystal to +oscillate to the point of disintegration." + +"That's right!" said Geordi enthusiastically. Noting the blank looks of the +CMO, Counselor Troi, and his commanding officer, he explained: "Each crystal +has a resonant frequency. If you impose a voltage across the crystal which +is varying at its resonant frequency, the internal structure of the crystal will +start to vibrate. If the amplitude of the vibrations is sufficient, the structure +will disintegrate." + +"Can we do this without harming the girl?" asked Dr. Crusher. + +"I cannot say," responded the android. + +"If it will work, it is worth a try," said Counselor Troi. "It may be her only +chance." + +Dr. Crusher nodded grimly. She could see no other viable alternative. + +Riker turned to the other members of his away team. "Data, Geordi, can you +do it with the equipment we have here?" + +"Affirmative, Commander," said Data. + +"Then do it." + +"If the equipment still works," added Geordi as he bent over the form. He +and Data worked quickly, placing the instruments on the crystal. Data +calculated the proper frequency and turned the voltage on. There was a +brief hum, and suddenly the crystal collapsed. + +All moved forward at once to clear the shards from the girl. "Pick her up, +Data," commanded Dr. Crusher. The android reached forward and lifted the +slender form from the shattered remains of the crystal and held her while +Dr. Crusher scanned her body with a lightning pass of her instruments. +"Damn this crystal," she muttered under her breath. Shoving the +instruments back into her pocket, she pressed her fingers against the neck; +only a couple of seconds were required before a weak yet familiar pressure +passed beneath her fingertips. "She's got a pulse," she announced, "but she +won't have it for long. Let's get her out of here." + +"Data," ordered Riker, "carry her to the entrance. We'll follow." + +The android walked in brisk steps towards the entrance with Dr. Crusher and +her two assistants on his heels. "Enterprise," shouted Dr. Crusher's voice once +she'd disappeared. "Enterprise!" Finally there must have been a response, +for her voice continued: "Five to beam to Sick Bay; Medical Emergency." And +with the familiar sound of the transporter beam, she was gone. + +Troi lingered for a moment over the stone mount where the crystal had +been. "Look at this, Will." + +Riker and Geordi approached the mount from the other side. Troi kneeled +down by the end where the girl's feet had been. Loose rock and stone were +piled up against the side of the stone mount; behind them, the rock was +cracked. Troi pushed against the cracked area, causing the thin stone panel +to fall in. + +"I thought I saw something through the crack," she explained. She pulled out +a long crystal shard, about one foot long and three inches in diameter. She +handed it to Geordi, who turned it over and over in his hands as he +examined it. + +"Strange," observed Riker. He shone his light through the shard. Unlike the +other crystals, which were mostly transparent, this one had a milky color +and was opaque. + +"More than strange," answered the Chief Engineer. "This doesn't look like it +follows a cell structure at all. The molecular patterns are all over the place." + +"Bring it back to the Enterprise," directed Riker. He turned and walked out +of the cavern, followed by Troi. Geordi cradled the crystal in his palm and +strode after them. + +----------------------------------------------------- + +Dr. Crusher leaned across the conference table. "She's alive, but in some sort +of coma," she said with a tired voice that revealed how hard she'd been +fighting for the girl's life. "She's suffering from massive cell damage in +almost all areas of her body, most severely along the right leg. I'm not sure +I'm going to be able to save it." + +"That was where the crack in the crystal was," observed Geordi. Dr. Crusher +nodded in return. + +"Can you tell us anything about her?" asked Picard. + +Dr. Crusher sighed. "Physically, she appears to be human, about eighteen or +nineteen years of age." + +"Physically?" prompted Commander Riker. + +The CMO nodded. "Everything about her seems perfectly normal, except for +her neural activity. Even though she's unconscious, her brain functions keep +bouncing off the normal human scale. Further examination of her brain +showed significant differences in the organization and function of her neural +pathways." She drew in a long breath, leaning back in her chair. "That's all +the information I have right now." + +"Understood," said Picard. "Keep us informed of any change in her +condition." He turned to his Chief Engineer. "Mr. LaForge, have you anything +to report on the crystal you brought back from the chamber?" + +"Yes, sir." Geordi leaned forward and touched the panel in front of him, +bringing up a visual on the display at the end of the conference table. A +diagram of the crystal rotated on the screen. "When I first looked at the +shard, I was confused by the apparent disorder of its molecular structure. +On a hunch, though, I compared it to the data I managed to collect on the +crystal in the caves, and I made an interesting discovery." The view on the +crystal zoomed in to show the individual molecular patterns. "Using the +ship's computer, I was able to examine the structure of the shard and +compare it to the 'raw' crystal of the cavern. What I found was that the +lattice structure of this crystal has been modified into certain repeating +patterns." + +"You mean someone changed it on purpose?" asked Troi. + +"That would be my guess." + +"Implications?" asked the Captain. + +"I think it's a form of writing," answered LaForge. "The cell structure of this +crystal is uniquely suited to this purpose. The cell structure is so complex +yet so regular that it lends itself very well to this kind of three-dimensional +binary code." + +"Is there any way we can read it?" asked Commander Riker. + +Geordi shook his head. "Without a key to get us started, no." + +"What we need," said Picard, "is the Rosetta Stone, or rather an appropriate +parallel." + +"Yeah," admitted the Chief Engineer. "Hopefully our friend can help us out +when she wakes up." + +The Captain stood up. "In the meantime, continue our observations of the +planet, and let's hope that our guest revives from her coma soon. Dismissed." + +--------------------------------------------------- + +"Doctor," summoned the young ensign. + +Dr. Crusher moved over to the bed where the girl lay. The ensign explained: +"She's coming around - I think." Crusher smiled at the youth, knowing his +uncertainly was merited in the case of this particular patient, since her +neural readouts were so unfamiliar. The CMO got a brief smile in response +before the ensign moved out of her way. + +The girl on the bed let out a barely discernable moan. "Well," said Dr. +Crusher, "looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally going to join us." She leaned +down over her patient and pressed a hypo into her neck, waiting with a +smile for her to wake. She was delighted to see her patient passing from the +dangerous stage in her recovery, and though she harbored an inner concern +that that there might be lasting brain damage, she pushed that thought into +the back of her mind and tried, like she did with all of her patients, to hope +for the best. + +Dr. Crusher was caught completely off guard when this previously motionless +and quiet form let out an ear-splitting shriek of grief and pain upon her first +moment of consciousness. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +"Deanna," called Riker as he bent over the crumpled form of the Ship's +Counselor. + +"Will," she responded feebly. "The grief... The emptiness..." She allowed the +Commander to prop her into a sitting position, where she sat rubbing her +temple with one hand while she covered her eyes with the other. "I don't +think I've ever felt anything like that," she said in a voice made sharp by the +threat of tears. + +"It'll be all right," said Riker as he helped Troi to her feet. Leaning against +him, she managed to smile at the concerned faces around her, who relaxed +and returned to their duties. + +The bridge communicator chirped. "Crusher to the bridge." + +"Riker here." + +"Our guest is awake. You can talk to her now." + +Riker looked at Troi, who nodded in confirmation of his unspoken question. +It was the girl's cry she'd felt. "We'll be right there. I'll inform the Captain. +Riker out." He and Troi headed for the turbolift. + +When Troi walked into Sick Bay, her eyes immediately found the young girl. +She looked very different from the girl they had lifted from the crystal; a +small amount of color had returned to the pale face, and an indescribable +aura surrounded her that seemed to affirm the hold she had regained on life. +Looking down on the face, Troi noted the delicate features framed by tousled +brown curls. Tears had escaped from the closed eyes, leaving wet paths +across her temples and onto the pillow. Then the lids lifted, and pure blue +pools fixed on Troi. The wet depths asked a silent apology for the pain her +mental cry had caused. She smiled reassuringly back, instantly forgiving +her. + +The young girl broke eye contact the moment Captain Picard entered. She +fixed her eyes on the authoritative figure as he approached her bed gave the +front of his uniform a brisk tug into place in preparation to speak. "Hello. I +am Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise, and these are +some of my senior officers. They found you on the planet's surface and +brought you on board this ship for medical care." + +She was very slow in responding, first drawing in a long, careful breath, and +then speaking slowly and softly, conserving her energy: "I am Aeia. I thank +you... for saving my life." Her eyes moved to find Dr. Crusher, who nodded +in acknowledgement of the gratitude. + +"Do you know anything about where you were, or what happened to the +inhabitants of the planet?" asked Riker. + +Aeia's reply was again deliberate and soft: "My people are... gone." She +paused for a minute, for her grief had put an edge on her voice. Again in +control, she added, "They encased me in crystal to save me because they +knew something must remain." + +"What happened?" asked Troi softly. + +Aeia looked straight at Picard before answering. "The BORG," she replied. +She waited for a moment and watched the responses of those assembled +around her with keen observation. "You are familiar with them." + +"Yes," replied Picard grimly. + +"Then... no further explanation... is needed." Aeia was beginning to show +signs of the strain this conversation was putting on her. She closed her eyes +for several seconds, and then finally said, this time with more breath than +voice: "But I... will give you one. First... I will need to go down to the planet." + +"Nonsense," said Dr. Crusher. "You're not strong enough to sit up." + +Aeia closed her eyes again. "Yes. Then I will need to send an emissary. I +need to find the final records of my people." + +Suddenly, Troi spoke up. "I found a crystal shard in the stone mount you +were lying on. About this long." She gestured with her hands. + +Aeia nodded. "That... would be very useful." + +Riker tapped his badge. "Riker to Engineering." + +"LaForge here." + +"Geordi, can you bring the crystal shard to Sick Bay?" + +"On my way." + +Geordi appeared moments later with the shard cradled in his arm. As he +approached the group, Aeia's arm lifted from her bed. The movement was +very deliberate and controlled, but her entire body shook with the strain of +the effort. Geordi placed the crystal gently in her hand, and helped her +lower her arm slowly back onto the bed. + +She closed her eyes. Her breaths were deep and slow, preparing to speak +again. "Yes," she said, "this is... a record... of the... last..." Her voice failed her. + +Picard put his hand on her shoulder. "Don't speak any more. We will meet +again when you are stronger." He turned and left Sick Bay, followed by the +others. Troi lingered for a moment, but Dr. Crusher shooed her away. + +The doctor was very surprised to find Aeia still awake when she returned to +her bedside. "Sleep," she urged the young girl. + +Aeia's grip on the shard tightened. *First, I must read.* + +Dr. Crusher frowned. She hadn't seen Aeia's lips move. + +*I am telepathic,* explained Aeia. *My body is weak, but my mind is +stronger. I will explain more later. First I must read.* + +The mental voice fell silent. Dr. Crusher glanced at the neural readouts, +which had settled into low patterns, which she judged to be some sort of +meditation. She leaned back against the bed behind her, watching Aeia's +chest rise and fall more and more slowly. The girl had left them with more +questions than answers, but no mysteries were going to be solved today. +She moved away to check up on other patients. + +Behind her, silent tears filled the closed eyes and moistened the brown hair +against her temples, but this time her grief was silent and went unnoticed. + + + + + +"Aeia" + +PART THREE + +"Observations, Counselor," requested Captain Picard as the group entered the +turbolift. + +Troi turned towards him slowly, pausing to gather her thoughts before she +spoke. "She has a very strong presence," she said. "I sense that she is very +intelligent, and very open. She has no intention to deceive us. She is, +however, suffering from an intense emotional shock. She was not prepared +to wake up alone." + +"She feels that her people are all dead?" asked Riker. + +"She knows it. When she woke up, she reached out to feel the presence of +others of her kind - and found nothing. Everyone she knew and loved died +years ago. Adjusting to this fact is going to be very hard for her." + +"I know," responded Picard quietly. They fell to silence. + +---------------------------------------------------------- + +Dr. Crusher watched Aeia pilot the automated chair down the corridor +towards the turbolift. "You handle that chair well," she observed. + +"Yes," responded her patient as she maneuvered the chair into the turbolift. +"I will, however, be glad to be free of it." + +The doctor bit her lip as she entered behind Aeia and gave the command for +their destination. She let a few moments of quiet pass as she listened to the +sound of the lift. + +"You have little faith," spoke Aeia. She turned to regard the doctor, whose +face was trying to deny her thoughts. "You will not have to replace my leg +with a prosthetic, Doctor." + +"Aeia, the cell damage to your leg is extensive-" + +"And the condition is improving-" + +"Yes, but not fast enough!" The doctor turned to face the wall, uncomfortable +before the direct, candid eyes of her patient. In the twenty-four hours that +had passed since Aeia had revived, her healing process had skyrocketed. +Her physical strength was still very low, but her cells were repairing their +damage at an amazing rate. Her right leg remained in very poor condition, +however, and could seriously endanger the rest of her body if not removed +soon. There was simply nothing more the doctor could do. + +"Doctor, I am more aware of the condition of my leg than you know. Like +you, I am a Healer. I have been monitoring the process of my recovery and +I intend to correct the damage in my leg when I am strong enough." + +Beverly Crusher shook her head, confused. "I don't understand." + +Aeia's smile lifted the weight of her confusion. "You will," she said as the +doors opened. + +The girl glided into the conference room and stopped where Captain Picard +motioned for her to be. She turned herself so that she faced across the table +and regarded each face in turn, waiting for Dr. Crusher to be seated. + +"It is good to see you out of bed so soon," said the Captain. + +"Thank you, she responded. "I have had very good care." She looked across +the table again, measuring the expectation on the faces around her. "You +have all come to hear me explain many things. It is very difficult to know +where to begin, but I will do my best." She slowly took in a measured +breath, holding it for an instant as she closed her eyes. Then she began. + +"My people," she said, "are a very old race. We are not humanoid, but shape- +shifters. Lacking such characteristics in our natural form as opposable +thumbs and agile hands, we did not develop our intelligence in the same way +as the human race, starting with the physical manipulation of simple tools. +Ours was a toolless society, so where the human race developed the +technology of objects, my race developed the technology of the mind. What +we could not do without hands, we did with our minds. + +"Any race's natural ability to read body language and pick up on subtle +nonverbal communication was developed in my race into telepathy. We also +developed a three-dimensional awareness of our environment that can be +best described as a combination of sight and tactile sensation. Instead of +extrapolating a third dimension based on a two-dimensional image on our +retinas, we can perceive the third dimension and 'feel' with our minds. This +sense provided the basis for telekinesis and other such skills. + +"Shape-shifting was the final result of telekinesis, developed to the point +that, given explicit DNA information on another species, we could translate +our physical matter into that form. Telekinesis at the molecular level is +infinitely complicated, and our brains are specially structured to carry +through the process at a sub-conscious level. + +"With this ability came an incredible opportunity for the acquisition of new +knowledge; by assuming the form of an alien race, we could join this race +and learn from it. Our scholars did this for thousands of years, documenting +the peoples we found around us. We amassed a library of knowledge +greater than most other intelligent races could dream to possess. And then +the BORG arrived." + +Aeia's face grew dark as she broke off her narration. She stared out the +window beside her and studied the deep space beyond. "The options +presented by the BORG were assimilation or destruction. We could not allow +them access to the knowledge we had accumulated; thousands of races would +be put in mortal danger. Yet neither could we resist their threat; we couldn't +reach them, couldn't reason with them..." Her delicate hand drew into a fist +on the conference table as she fought for control of her emotions. "Their +minds were inaccessible, too controlled by their unified mind and their +processors to think, or feel, or know..." + +"We understand," spoke Troi softly. + +"Yes," said Aeia sharply. She leveled her eyes on the counselor, who could +sense the tremendous storm of feeling that was being held back behind the +blue walls. Then Aeia broke contact to stare at the table. "My people, one of +the oldest races in this galaxy, perished without a fight. But the BORG never +found our libraries, and they left my planet empty-handed." She paused to +pick up the crystal shard from where it had lain in her lap. Placing it on the +table, she continued, "Shortly after the slaughter of my people began, we +knew our cause was futile. I was chosen to remain because I was young and +I was strong. I had also achieved our highest distinction as a scholar and a +Healer. I would carry my people beyond their deaths..." + +"Did you agree to this?" asked Picard. + +"It was not my place to agree or disagree," Aeia responded sadly. "This +crystal is their last message to me. There were only five left then. The +writer... was my sister. She was joking... she said she wished I was there... +she was wounded... I would have healed her..." Aeia's tears flowed across +her face and dripped onto the crystal in her hands. + +Captain Picard hesitated for an awkward moment. Troi reached over to her +and placed her hand over Aeia's. "My apologies for causing you distress," the +Captain finally said. "Perhaps we should meet again later." + +She shook her head and drew in a quivering breath. When she spoke, her +voice was controlled: "I knew when I lay upon the stone in the crystal cave +what I would find when I awoke. I should have been prepared." + +"No one can be prepared for something like this," said Troi. "You need time." + +Aeia shook her head. "Time will not change the fact that my people are gone +and I live still." She turned towards Troi and directed one of her painfully +open and direct gazes into the dark eyes. They did not leave hers. "When I +felt you, Counselor, I was half dead, and somehow, I knew I was dying. I +had been trapped for too long in that state of near-sleep, imperfectly +suspended, completely deprived of all sensation, and yet, not at rest. I think +I was ready to surrender myself. I reached out in one last grasp for +something, and I felt a presence. I thought maybe you were one of my kind. +I held on for a little longer." + +"Just long enough," said Troi. She drew a faint smile from her personal +reserves. Aeia's eyes softened in response. + +"Well, what now?" prompted Geordi. + +Aeia glanced at the Captain. "With your permission, sir, I will stay aboard." + +"What are your plans?" asked Picard. + +"I will do what I have been chosen to do," she replied. "I must recover the +records of my people." + +Dr. Crusher frowned. "I thought you said your people were successful in +protecting the libraries from the BORG." + +"There are indeed vast libraries beneath the surface of my planet, but +certain key elements are missing. A lot of vital information and some of the +crystals needed to decode certain sections of the library were hidden on +other planets. Also, there were thousands of my kind doing field research at +the time of the BORG attack; they left their records behind to return here to +protect the libraries. I must find them, and make sure that my race does not +die forgotten." + +"And how will you do that?" Riker asked. + +"I will choose a race to be heir of our knowledge." + +"Do you have anyone in mind?" said Geordi jokingly. + +She leveled a serious look at him that extinguished his smile instantly. She +quickly softened, however, and let a smile creep to her lips. "It is not a thing +to discuss lightly, Mr. LaForge." Then she turned back to Picard. "Sir, I will +need certain items from the surface. Then, if your observations here are +finished, I will not stand in the way of you continuing your mission. When it +is convenient for you, you can leave me at a... Starbase." + +"Certainly," responded the Captain crisply. "Describe and locate the items for +Mr. Data-" + +"Sir, I would like to retrieve them in person." She paused for a moment and +noted the awkward look on Picard's face. "If Mr. Data would agree to +carrying me." + +"That would not cause me any difficulty," said the android. + +Picard raised both eyebrows at the idea, but consented. "Agreed. Let us +plan to leave orbit as soon as your things are collected. Dismissed." + +------------------------------------------------------- + +They materialized next to the ruins again, Data holding Aeia in his arms. +Troi stood beside them; she had requested to come and help Aeia say +goodbye to her homeworld. + +The girl gazed out across the hillside in silence for several seconds. "When I +saw it last," she said, "the grass had been burnt away." + +"It is amazing how Nature heals its wounds," replied the Counselor. They +shared the unspoken meaning of the sentence in silence for a moment. + +"This used to be a school," explained Aeia, gesturing with one arm towards +the ruins. "We don't usually build artificial structures, but those who wished +to study were very exposed to wind and rain here on the top of the hill. +Dwellings for those completing their studies were here, so they wouldn't +have to travel back and forth from the valley." + +"Why have the school here, then?" asked the Counselor. + +"Because of the caves. Here, let me show you." She directed Data to take her +to the cave entrance. + +They walked in silence for a long time, proceeding deeper and deeper within, +until, finally, they had returned to the chamber where she had lain. "Please +stop, Data," Aeia instructed. She reached outwards towards the shattered +crystal for a moment, extending her fingers as though to touch the pieces +still several feet from her reach. Then she closed her hand and let it drop. +"Four years," she said quietly. + +"Inquiry," spoke Data. + +Surprised, Aeia jumped a little in his arms. He had not said a word since +they had beamed down. "Yes, Mr. Data?" + +"If your people possessed the technology to put one person in a stasis +crystal, why not more?" + +"One person had less risk of detection," she replied. "Hidden in these caves, +the BORG's sensors would not find me. But a significant disappearance of +people would have drawn suspicion." + +"But weren't you open to the possibility of even accidental discovery in this +cave?" asked Troi. "Aside from the rockslide, there was nothing blocking the +opening." + +"There was something concealing the entrance," Aeia replied, "but I suspect +the same seismic disturbances that caused the rockpile behind us moved the +block." She paused for a moment. "Please continue down this tunnel, Data." + +What followed were a series of maze-like turns as they went deeper and +deeper within. Finally, Aeia signalled a stop. Data put her down in front of a +little alcove. Using her arms to pull herself in, she half-disappeared in its +darkness. + +She emerged with a sack of some sort and an armful of crystals like the one +Troi discovered in the stone mount. "Right where I left them," she said +quietly. She gazed down at the crystals, cradling them with care and +tenderness. In the shadows caused by Data's hand-held lamp striking the +side of her face, Troi almost thought she saw a smile work its way across the +young face. + +"What are they?" she asked. + +Aeia looked up at her companions. She WAS smiling. "They are, Counselor, +the rough equivalents, I think, of a doctor's bag and an encyclopedia." And +she laughed. + +------------------------------------------------------ + +"Come in." + +Deanna Troi strode into Captain Picard's Ready Room just in time to see him +sit down into his chair, the last piece of his emotional armor sliding into +place a fraction of a second before his eyes met hers. + +"Yes, Counselor?" + +Troi sat into a chair facing her Captain with a smooth movement, wishing she +could have been in the room seconds earlier, before the summon of the door +had put Picard back on his guard. "I thought you might want to talk," she +said. It was one of her more direct approaches, but subtlety rarely worked +when trying to get through to the Captain. + +Still, Picard shrugged it off. "About what?" he inquired innocently. + +"Aeia's story is bringing back certain... memories. I thought you might like +to discuss them." + +The Captain did not even react to her statement. He stared out the window, +regarding the field of stars beyond. + +"You might be interested in knowing that it was Aeia who told me this." +Picard's double-take told her that she had struck some interest. "She is very +sensitive, and keenly observant." + +"She's young," he finally said. + +"Not so young as you might think," said the Counselor. "She has aged a lot in +a short amount of time. I find she has a profound understanding of other +beings." + +"From what she told us, that may simply be in the nature of her kind." + +"Nevertheless, you ought to talk to her sometime." Counselor Troi watched +the impassive face, searching for a way through to what the Captain was +feeling at that moment. + +"Counselor, if you will excuse me, there are some things to which I must +attend. Thank you for stopping by." + +Troi stood up, watching Picard as she did. She moved towards the door. + +As if he felt that the weight of her regard required further comment from +him, he said, "Perhaps I will go speak with our guest, as you suggest." + +Good, she thought. He had never really told her much about the experience +he kept locked up inside of him, of the family and world he left behind, now +destroyed, and he, like Aeia, the sole survivor. Perhaps they could share +some of the pain of their similar experiences, together. "You might have +something to learn from her," she said. + +"If what she says about her people is true," replied the Captain, "we all have +something to learn from her." + +And the doors shut behind Troi's departing form. + + + + + + +"Aeia" + +PART FOUR + +"You're asking the impossible." + +Aeia frowned at the doctor who stood in front of her. She pushed herself +further upright on the bed, leaning forward with determination. Her long +brown curls, tousled by sleep, hung down limply in front of her shoulders, +but her eyes sparked with vibrant life. "No, Doctor," she replied. "I am +asking you to believe me. Now is the time to act. My leg cannot wait; you +and I both know that." + +Dr. Crusher shook her head. Aeia was right; her leg's condition had worsened +overnight since her excursion onto the planet. She should never have let the +girl get out of bed. But what was now presented to her was simply beyond +her ability to imagine. + +Aeia's face darkened at the doctor's silence. "I can't do this alone," she said. +Dr. Crusher remained silent. "You're a member of Starfleet," she continued. +"You're supposed to discover new peoples, new civilizations... new +experiences. New ways of doing things. Discover this one with me." + +The CMO exploded out of her silence. "You're asking me to believe that you +can heal your leg with nothing but - but your hands, and a couple of +radioactive rocks!" She shook her head. "My belief doesn't stretch that far. +Not when I can do nothing with all I have-" + +"Stop limiting yourself," Aeia said quietly. "Do you really think that all this +intricate technology that surrounds you is the only way to heal? Stop being +a doctor." + +"I AM a doctor." + +Aeia looked levelly into the CMO's eyes. "No you aren't. A doctor is someone +who doctors a wound. You are a healer. You heal them. Listen: I am not +strong enough yet to do this by myself, or I would go about it quietly and +not bring you into it. But I sense your strength, and your potential. The +human race is so close to acquiring many of the abilities my people had; take +this step with me! Further your evolution as a species. Or do this just as a +favor for me, but do it; there is no risk, I assure you. If we fail, nothing will +be lost. Please. I need your help to heal." + +Dr. Crusher sank back to lean against the neighboring bed, her protests +exhausted. "What does it entail?" + +Aeia picked up the two crystals that had been resting on her lap. They were +dense, and her arms, weakened by her worsened condition, quivered under +their weight. "These emit a low-level radiation that, focused properly, can +be a powerful tool for healing. They will be our guides, and our aids. Our +only aids. Everything else that we need we will find within us." + +Dr. Crusher fidgeted nervously. "What do I do?" + +"Come here beside me," directed Aeia. She lay back as the doctor +approached the bed. "Relax. No, not like that. Straighten your back, let your +shoulders fall back. Open your frame and find your balance." She paused as +the CMO concentrated on following her directions. "Now give me your hand, +and place the other there - yes. Now close your eyes, and join me..." And +her voice fell silent as their minds met and joined. They began the healing +process as one. + +-------------------------------------------------------- + +Ensign Park was preoccupied as she strode into Sick Bay to report for duty. +Her argument with her husband vanished from her thoughts, however, as +she rounded the corner to see Dr. Crusher standing beside a patient's bed, +eyes closed and motionless. Park stood at a respectful distance for a few +moments, but when after a few seconds neither patient nor doctor had +stirred, she began to approach the still pair. + +Suddenly, Dr. Crusher's legs buckled and she pitched forward towards the +bed. Before Park could reach the bed, the young woman on the bed had +stopped the CMO from falling. One hand had caught Dr. Crusher's forearm +and held it up off the bed with an iron grip, though the arm shook violently +from the effort. Ensign Park hooked one arm around her superior's waist, +lifting her weight and supporting her away from the bed. + +The red-haired doctor stirred as Park set her down on a chair. "Are you all +right, Dr. Crusher?" asked the ensign. + +"Yes," came the faint reply. Dr. Crusher's cheeks slowly began to recover +their color as she pressed her forehead into one hand. "What is Aeia's +condition?" + +Park moved over to the bed and examined the readouts. Picking up an +instrument from a nearby shelf, she moved it over the still patient. Her +movements gravitated to the right leg, and, after checking the results, she +scanned it again. Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned to her superior. +"She's asleep," she said, "and showing very severe signs of fatigue. Doctor, +according to these scans, the cell damage in her right leg has been corrected." + +Dr. Crusher nodded. She had known this, she had been part of it, but she +wanted to hear the words, to know that it was really true. "I know," she +said. + +----------------------------------------------------------- + +"Captain, a vessel is approaching this system from the Neutral Zone." + +"Romulan?" queried Picard. + +Data was silent for a moment as his fingertips tapped his console. +"Affirmative." + +Riker frowned. "Why would a Romulan ship leave the Neutral Zone +uncloaked?" + +"Time to arrival, Mr. Data?" + +"Two minutes, forty-two seconds, Captain." + +"We will know soon, Number One," Picard said in response to Riker's +question. "Standby for Yellow Alert," he commanded. + +--------------------------------------------------------- + +Dr. Crusher stood over Aeia's sleeping form, brushing a strand of the girl's +long hair from her face. Her sleep was so deep, and her form so still and +colorless, she bore a semblance to death, and yet Beverly Crusher had never +been so keenly aware of the life within a patient. The young woman before +her, almost exactly her son's age, had a fierce grip on life and bristled with +an incredible strength. The doctor was in awe. + +She moved away from the bed after a time, heading out of Sick Bay and +towards the turbolift. Captain Picard had requested an update on any +change in Aeia's condition, and she decided she would deliver this one in +person. She wondered as the turbolift doors closed if she would be able to +describe what she had just experienced to someone even as close to her as +Jean-Luc. + +--------------------------------------------------------- + +"We are in hailing range, sir," reported Data. + +"Open a channel," Picard commanded. + +"Channel open," reported the deep voice of Worf. + +"Romulan Vessel, this is Captain Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. +I demand an explanation for your presence in Federation space." + +"They are responding," said Worf. + +"On screen." + +A Romulan commander appeared on the viewscreen, gazing with perfect, +impenetrable composure at the bridge crew of the Enterprise. "I beg to +differ with you, Picard. This is not Federation space." + +Picard's sarcasm belied the fact he did not take the Romulan commander's +statement seriously. "And from what data do you draw this conclusion, +Commander?" + +"On the truth," the Romulan replied. + +Picard's patience with the joke ended abruptly. "The treaty between our +peoples clearly-" + +"Did not involve the Katyans," the Romulan finished for him. He signalled to +his left, and a young man moved into view on the screen. His thick reddish- +brown skin and barrel-like form was in distinct contrast to the Romulans +around him. "Dhyle here has informed me that his kind have populated this +region for over four hundred years, long before the Federation claimed it as +its own." + +Picard looked skeptical. "Starfleet found no evidence of previous settlement +in any of these systems." + +"We did not wish to be found," spat the man now identified as Dhyle. Thick +hairs across his lower neck bristled with a hint of nervousness. "Besides, +Starfleet has not bothered to fully explore any of these systems until now." + +"Dhyle has decided to join his people with the Empire," said the Romulan +coolly. "Therefore, Picard, it would appear that it is you, and not I, that is +trespassing." He waited for a moment for the implication of his words to +register with the Enterprise's captain and crew, and then continued, "I am +here to claim what rightly belongs to the Empire, Picard. Leave this system +now or be destroyed." + +"Wait," interjected the Captain. "We have discovered a life form who claims +her people inhabited this planet about which we orbit. I do not believe she +is of your people, Dhyle." + +The Katyan flinched momentarily. "Impossible," he said firmly. "The +Petryans are dead; I have seen their ruins myself. They have all gone from +this life." + +"Show us this... Petryan," said the Romulan commander. + +Dr. Crusher's voice spoke quietly at Picard's side. "Jean-Luc, she's nearly +unconscious with exhaustion." + +He nodded to the CMO and turned to speak to the viewscreen. "That is +unfortunately impossible," he began. + +The Romulan commander cut him off with a wave of his arm. "Unfortunate +indeed, human. You have two minutes to leave what is now Romulan space." +The transmission ended abruptly, replacing the Romulan's image with that of +his vessel. + +"Captain," spoke Worf from his station, "the Romulan vessel is not a match +for the Enterprise's weaponry or her mobility. They do not pose us a threat." + +"Counselor?" queried the Captain. + +"I sense deceit," answered Troi, "but I am not sure of what kind. I know that +he is quite confident that he will succeed in his mission. I also don't think he +intends to allow us to leave alive." + +"How does he expect to stop us if he's outgunned and outmatched?" asked +Riker. Troi had nothing to offer in response. + +"What about the Katyan?" Picard asked of Troi. + +"I sense mostly nervousness from him," she responded. "He's young and +unsure of himself. But he is not deceiving us." + +The bridge fell to silence for a few seconds while Picard contemplated the +weight of their situation. + +"Open a channel to the Romulan vessel," spoke an unexpected voice out of +this silence. All turned around to see Aeia standing near the turbolift, +leaning heavily on the railing. "Do it," she commanded, her voice deep and +authoritative. She glared across the upper level of the bridge at Worf, who +stood motionless at his station, meeting her eyes with his own in a fierce +white stare from within his dark face. She turned her gaze on Picard, whose +face blazed in indignation. + +"What is the meaning of this?? You are not part of this crew, and you have +no authority to be on my bridge!" + +"Your crew is in grave danger," she responded firmly. "If you do not allow +me to act, your lives will end in minutes. My planet has already seen +enough deaths. I will not allow these to occur, not when I can save them." + +"That ship," said Picard, pointing to the image on the viewscreen, "does not +mean we are in grave danger." + +"The five unseen warships surrounding it, however, mean EXACTLY that," +countered Aeia. + +"There are no indications of cloaked warships in the area," said Data from his +console. + +"Nevertheless, they are there," said Aeia. "Their technology cannot hide their +presences from me. Katyans have very loud minds." A half-smile crossed +her face for an instant, giving the impression that her statement, however +serious, possessed recognizable humor. + +Picard was not amused. He looked straight and full into the dark blue +depths and searched them. They offered no resistance to his probing, but +met him with every ounce of his strength and more. He saw within an +admirable force and an inner will that could not be denied. "Make it so," he +commanded Worf. + +"Channel open," boomed the voice of the Klingon. + +"Romulan vessel," spoke Aeia in a loud, full voice. She stood up slowly from +the railing, shifting her weight with caution onto both legs. "This is Aeia, an +inhabitant of the planet below. You are in our space." + +The viewscreen switched to show Dhyle sitting before it, the Romulan +commander beside him, frowning. "Your claim is false," asserted the Katyan. + +"Let me prove my case in person," she responded. "Allow me to beam over +to your ship." + +The Romulan commander started in surprise, but the Katyan held back his +response by a quickly raised hand. "Agreed. Beam over in one minute." The +transmission ended. + +The bridge of the Enterprise stood in dumbfounded silence. + +Picard was the first to recover from his shock. His preparatory breath drew +all attention on the bridge to him, and all expected some sort of reprimand. +Surprising them all, he merely said quietly, "I hope you know what you're +doing." + +Aeia leaned once more upon the railing, a pained look crossing her face. "So +do I," she replied. + + + +"Aeia" + +PART FIVE + +Troi supported Aeia's weight with her arm around the slender waist. They +stood in silence as the turbolift descended. + +"What are you going to do?" she asked finally. + +Aeia took a deep breath and regarded the panels in front of her. "Dhyle is a +young man," she answered at last. "He is a good leader, but an inexperienced +one. The Romulans must have bought his loyalty, perhaps with this improve +cloaking technology. But his alliance to their Empire is superficial. An +alliance that is formed weakly can be broken easily." The door opened and +they moved out together, striding towards the transporter room. Aeia added +quietly: "I hope." + +Standing at his console, O'Brien shook his head in disbelief as Aeia took her +place on the pad. "I can't believe they're going to drop their shields to allow +you to get over." + +"They will," Aeia responded firmly. "Dhyle's curiosity will ensure my safety +and your safety until I am aboard their ship and can prove to him that I am +who I say I am." + +"And then what?" asked Troi from where she stood beside O'Brien. + +"Then the Romulans will try to kill me," Aeia responded, her voice dark and +serious. "What happens then will depend on Dhyle," she added as she began +to fade in the transporter beam. + +Troi started to protest, but knew it was too late. She sent all of her hopes +away with the disappearing figure. + +------------------------------------------------------ + +When Aeia materialized, five Romulan phasers were levelled at her. It was +as she had expected. + +Dhyle stood before her. Despite the thick build of his kind, he was tall. His +brown mane of coarse hair would be considered handsome by one of his +kind, and his amber eyes could be very romantic in the right situation. This +was not one of them. + +"Hello, Dhyle," she said. + +"Impostor," he hissed. "The Petryans never looked like you, so pale and thin! +So ugly!" + +Her voice was low and steady. "You know as I know that my kind are not +limited by form, Dhyle. I am living amongst humans; I have assumed their +appearance. I could also be a Katryan, like my people were at Kjala." + +"What do YOU know of Kjala?" he stormed. + +Aeia took silent notice of the quickness of his answer. "I was there," she +said. Were you? she wondered silently. + +Dhyle considered this for a long time. He turned to the armed Romulans and +motioned for them to leave. When they hesitated, he hissed, "She is a lone +woman, and unarmed. I do not need five of you to help me control her." +They left reluctantly, a door hissing to a close behind their departing forms. + +"Prove it," he commanded. + +She thought quickly. Kjala was an experience they both shared, and his +emotions on the subject ran deep. She chose that avenue, if not to lead to +her proof, then at least to establish some common ground. "What village was +yours?" + +He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Yedras." + +Aeia nodded, the only outward sign she showed of the sudden surge of hope +she felt. She had been at Yedras. "Two hundred thirty-five dead," she said +quietly. She watched his reddish face as minute movements showed the +emotions moving beneath the surface. She opened her mind to his thoughts +and saw the images flashing past, glimpses of pain, moments of suffering, a +mental photo album of the ravages of the tragedy. She had to strain to +suppress her own memories; she had been young, and the deaths had carved +themselves into her. For every life that she had saved, there were ten she +had lost. + +Suddenly, one image drew her attention: a woman's face. She remembered +that face. "There was a woman," she began tremulously, "that gave birth too +early. Her infant lived only a few moments; there was nothing I could do-" +Aeia's voice choked. She forced herself to go on. "She never got to see his +face, however; she was gone before he. Her name... was Khali." + +A shadow grew across Dhyle's face. "My sister." + +"Yes." + +Without warning, the Katryan exploded from his sorrow and grabbed Aeia +by both arms. "You're lying!" he cried. "You're using this information to get +through to me; it won't work. I was on the surface of this planet; I saw the +abandoned homes. This planet is empty." + +"It is empty," she agreed, "except for me. I am the one survivor of my +people." She searched her memory for a moment, and then continued, "She +was survived by a son, a young boy. He watched her die... We kept him +with us for a time before leaving the village and giving him to someone who +promised to care for him." She remembered the small, dirty hands that had +clenched in the folds of her robe. She saw the tear stains across the silent +face, saw them dry and crust in the dirt, closing the boy in silence. He could +have been her own little brother. + +Dhyle relaxed his grip a little. "I should have been there," he said +sorrowfully. "I could have helped her, protected her. She didn't have to +die." + +"But her child lived. He should be" - she some quick figuring in her head - +"twelve years old now." + +"No!" he cried, resuming his grip so tightly that it hurt her. His face was a +livid display of hatred, and a moment of fear grabbed her; she pulled away +with all of her strength, and in the struggle the sleeve of her shirt ripped in +his grip. "He's dead now, the F'korins, they killed him. Don't you see, that's +why we need the new cloaking devices. We have to defeat them before +more Katryans die...." He pulled away from her, but his clenched fists had +not released her sleeves yet, and he pulled the tear open to expose her left +arm. Suddenly, he stopped. + +She glanced down at her arm. Entwining blue and green bands, the symbol +of her rank and achievements, decorated the skin of her forearm. A jagged +pink mark cut across the bands, visible to close scrutiny. The bands and the +scar showed clearly in the light of the room. + +"Those marks," Dhyle said. "What do they mean?" + +"The bands are the marks of my people, showing my rank and what I have +achieved." + +"And the scar?" + +"A souvenir from Kjala." She regarded the shiny pink flesh of the scar and a +memory flashed before her eyes. She saw herself ripping the bottom of her +robe and tying the cloth about her arm in a vain attempt to keep blood in +and dirt out. She hadn't had time to tend to her own wounds. The scar was +testimony to the fact that she had neglected herself until it was too late to +heal her arm cleanly. + +Different emotions wrestled for control of Dhyle's face. Finally, he +surrendered to that of defeat, sinking to his knees before Aeia. "You have +not deceived me. Little Fedy never spoke again after Kjala, after his +mother's death." He drew in a shuddering breath, not looking at Aeia. His +eyes focused on some point beyond her in the room, but what he saw was a +memory and not what was before him. "He drew pictures instead of talking. +Some of them were lovely, some... hideous. His own perceptions of his life, +and Kjala in the middle of it. But always there was a person, a person he +never named, who figured in the pictures. A person with blue and green +bands on her arm, crossed by a line of red." His eyes, penitent, raised to +meet hers. "You." + +Aeia was silent. What happened next rested in the Katryan's hands. + +"I am at your command, Petryan," he said humbly. + +----------------------------------------------------------- + +"Captain, there are five warships uncloaking in this area," said Data. + +"Raise shields, and go to Red Alert." + +"Sir," interjected Worf with surprise, "the warships are training their +weapons on the Romulan vessel." + +"Transporter Room to Bridge." + +"Yes, O'Brien?" asked the Captain. + +"I have Aeia back on board, Captain," the engineer responded. After a brief +pause, he added, "I think she needs medical assistance." + +Picard did not have the chance to order Dr. Crusher to the Transporter Room +before the CMO disappeared into the turbolift. + +"Romulan vessel retreating from Federation space," reported Worf. + +A wave of relief swept over the bridge. The tension relaxed as people sighed +and murmured in relief and surprise. + +Worf spoke again: "One of the Katryan vessels is hailing us sir." + +"Open a channel," commanded Picard. + +"Channel open, sir." + +"On screen." Picard stood and tugged at the front of his uniform as the +sturdy form of Dhyle once more commanded the bridge's viewscreen. This +time, however, he was surrounded by males and females of his own kind. + +"The Petryan is safely aboard your vessel?" he asked curtly. + +"Yes," answered Picard. "I-" + +The Katryan stopped the Federation captain with a wave of his hand. +"Another time, human." His image disappeared and black space once more +filled the screen. The five warships turned about and moved away, +disappearing into the blackness. + +There was an awkward moment of silence on the bridge. Picard snapped +about suddenly , barking a few orders to the helmsman. This broke the +spell, and everyone turned back to their posts in a bustle of nervous activity. +Then he strode towards the turbolift, muttering about checking on Aeia's +condition, and the bridge settled into routine operation. + +On a fast-moving ship that was rapidly putting space between itself and the +Enterprise, the young Katryan leader stood motionless on his bridge, weeping +silently for the wound he had not yet given himself time to heal. On the +Enterprise, his tears were echoed across the face of a young woman who +shared his pain, knowing that some wounds hurt deeper than the one that +marked her arm. + +-------------------------------------------------------- + +Deanna Troi entered the holodeck slowly, taking in the elaborate program +that it was running. The air was thick with a woodsy smell; the ground +beneath her alternated between soft, sweet-smelling earth and dampened +leaves. A sun that was nearly set filtered goldness at a low angle through +the wide green leaves that rustled gently in the warm breeze. A small brook +wound its way between earthen banks and bumped up against some rocks, +forming a small pool before spilling over in a miniature waterfall. A feature +by the pool caught her by surprise; a honey-brown creature bent its head to +the clear water and drank. It was a unicorn, or, at least, Troi supposed it to +be one. Its features were equine, though by far no Earth equine had ever +achieved the slender grace that stood here by the pool. The horn that rose +from its forehead was not curved but straight, faceted, and crystalline. It +filtered the slanted light of the setting sun, sending prisms onto the leaves +on the ground near the bank. + +Troi wondered about the unicorn; she had thought Aeia had been working on +a program to accurately simulate her homeworld. What place did an ancient +Earth mythical creature have here? "Aeia?" she called into the air, curious. +She peered into the darkness beyond the stream, trying to see beyond the +trees and locate Aeia. There was no response. The unicorn stopped drinking +and raised its head slowly. Dark eyes focused themselves in Troi's direction. + +"Computer," commanded the Counselor. "Please give Aeia's location with +respect to my own." + +"Aeia is not in the holodeck," responded the computer. + +Troi frowned. Geordi, who had been working most of the day on a panel just +outside the door to this holodeck, had seen Aeia go in. Besides, why would +she have left the program running? "Locate Aeia." + +"Aeia is not on the Enterprise." + +Troi was not prepared for that. She gasped. + +The unicorn left the side of the pool and began walking towards her with an +easy gait. Smooth muscles rippled with her movement under the silken +hide. "Computer," commanded Troi, "freeze program." + +The scene instantly took on the unnatural freeze of a three-dimensional +photograph. The brook silenced, halted in its flow over the rocks. The +leaves were motionless, suddenly looking as brittle and hard as glass. The +breeze held itself in perfect stillness. + +And the unicorn continued to advance. + +*The ship's computer is not programmed to follow a lifeform whose body +signature changes,* explained Aeia as she came to a stop before the +Counselor. The dark eyes, visibly blue in the slanted late-late-afternoon +light that shone into them from the holodeck-generated sun, studied Troi's +face with an intensity that was at once alarming and familiarly Aeia. She +blew a puff of air through her nose in a gesture distinctly similar to a laugh, +and added, *My people have always been a little misunderstood, Deanna. +The Katryans see us as saviors, and call us Petryans. Other races have called +us other things. Some have labelled us as gods. The human race labelled us +'unicorns,' and made us magical. Each kind has its own way of dealing with +something it doesn't entirely understand.* Her image blurred as was +replaced by her human form, crouching naked in the wet leaves. +"Computer," she spoke aloud as she rose to her two human feet, "resume +program." + +The brook stirred again into its gentle water-sounds. Leaves halted in gentle +movements completed them, and "reality" seemed restored to the scene. + +Aeia smiled warmly at the Counselor. Her long hair afforded her some, but +not much, modesty across her otherwise bare front. She seemed blissfully +unaware of her nudity, turning to stride with confidence but no hurry +towards where she had left her clothes. She lifted up her oversized tunic, +shrugging it over her slim form. + +Troi summoned up some small talk to fill in the time Aeia would need to +dress. "I'm glad to see you're feeling well," she began. + +Aeia's laughter trickled out through the sleeves of her garment before her +head emerged from the top. "You're trying too hard to be casual about my +shape-changing," she said, pulling from her face the strands of hair that had +been mussed by pulling her clothes down over her head. "But I forgive you. +Yes, I am feeling much stronger, thank you." + +Troi settled herself on a large rock, staring off into the sunset which was now +beginning. "What are your plans now?" she queried. + +Aeia settled into a patch of earth by Troi's feet, fixing her eyes on the same +spectacle that now displayed itself in the 'distance.' "We reach Starbase in +one week," she answered. "I have been requested to participate in the talks +between the Federation and the Katryans in a month. I will be assisting a +Federation arbitrator to settle the differences between the Katryans and the +F'korins." + +"Do you think the Katryans will agree to join with the Federation?" + +"They have no choice," Aeia replied matter-of-factly. "They have made +dangerous and powerful enemies of the Romulan Empire on their border." + +"And then what?" prompted the Counselor. + +Aeia was silent for some time. "Starfleet," she said quietly. Troi's response +was a quick look of surprise, to which she replied, "I was the youngest +Healer ever to achieve the distinctions I reached. I am confident of my +abilities; I can become a student again, and enter your Academy, and prove +myself again." + +"But why Starfleet?" + +"I need to find those crystals. Only the range and variable territory of a +Starfleet vessel would be sufficient to aid me in my search." Her face fell, +obscuring her expression in the growing shadows. "Besides, my people are +gone, my world is gone. My place is now in yours." Her words were +strained, harsh, but strong. + +"You feel a need to belong to your new world," observed the Betazoid. + +Aeia's face turned one of her piercing stares up at Troi. "Wouldn't you, +Counselor?" + +Troi instantly regretted her instinctive counseling of the girl. Aeia was not +someone who needed to be told what she felt. "Please. I told you to call me +Deanna." + +Aeia's face softened. She appreciated the feeling of equality expressed in the +statement. "We were many," she said gently. There was grief in that simple +sentence; she mourned for the lost presences that she had once never been +without. "Now I am one." She silently remembered telling Dhyle: I am the +one survivor of my people. + +"No," said the Betazoid in the growing dusk. Her hand found Aeia's and +closed it in a firm grip. "We are two." + + + + +"Aeia" + +EPILOGUE + +The day was sunny, but cool. The sky was bright enough to be almost +blinding, reflecting in sharp colors from the bare rock formations that rose +from the valley in the distance. Shielding his eyes with one hand, Captain +Jean-Luc Picard led his horse away from the stables. He had picked a well- +muscled bay that moved in quick, uneven steps beside him. Slender, dark +ears swiveled around to intercept any sound or movement; this one was +alert and ready to go. The men who ran the stable had recommended him +for expert riders only. + +Following closely behind her captain, Deanna Troi led a stately dappled-gray +gelding. He was tall and commanded a considerable amount of mass, but he +exhibited none of nervous excitement of the Captain's mount. He moved his +body forward with a smooth, gentle stride and exhibited an air of calm +disinterest. + +Will Riker and Geordi LaForge accompanied her with their mounts. Geordi +had been given a petite white Arab mare with a finely chiseled face, and +Riker led a startlingly red chestnut. The mare was following along quietly, +but the chestnut gelding was reluctant, flicking his ears about and frequently +pinning them back. + +Captain Picard swung up into his saddle with practiced ease, and the others +took this as a cue to follow suit. Riker, however, was unsuccessful. His +gelding pinned his ears flat back and threatened to bite him every time he +stepped closer. + +"He doesn't like you," said a voice from the side. All eyes turned to see Aeia +standing slightly away from the group. + +"I can see that," muttered Riker and he abandoned his efforts to get into the +saddle. + +Aeia walked to the chestnut's head. She leaned over the red muzzle and +blew a breath of air over it. The gelding's nostrils stretched wide to collect +the scent. She stroked the velvet nose affectionately. + +"I don't see how you can do that," muttered the commander. "He won't let +me get anywhere near him." + +"He doesn't like men," she explained. "He prefers the way women smell." + +"Perhaps we could trade," offered Deanna. She swung down off the gray and +offered the reins to Riker. Shrugging, the commander finally accepted them +and mounted the gray, who exhibited no objection, nor even interest, in the +change of riders. + +Troi approached the chestnut, who flared his nostrils again as she grew near. +Taking the cue from Aeia, she blew a puff of warm breath across his nose, +and then took the reins. The gelding seemed to instantly relax, and allowed +her to get on without problem. Observing from the back of the gray, Riker +shrugged in exasperation. + +"Perhaps you would like to join us," Troi offered to Aeia. + +The younger woman concentrated her gaze on the large equine head in her +hands. She twisted the bright forelock absent-mindedly, frowning. "No, I +don't think so." + +"Oh, I insist," said the captain. "It's a marvelous day for it." + +Aeia regarded the hills for a instant in silence. "Yes," she murmured. "Okay," +she said, turning towards the group. "I'll come along, but I won't ride." + +"I don't think that would be wise," cautioned Geordi. "These horses are +pretty fast. You wouldn't be able to keep up." + +"Oh no?" A devilish glint crept into Aeia's eyes. "Would you like to test +that?" + +"What are you suggesting?" asked Riker. + +"A race," she responded. + +Picard laughed. "Certainly you are not serious!" + +Aeia lifted the strap of her satchel over her head and offered it to Troi. +"Could you carry this for me?" + +Accepting the satchel, the Betazoid caught Aeia's eyes for a moment and +suddenly realized what she intended to do. She shared a mischievous smile +with her younger friend before telling her captain, "She is very serious, +Captain." + +"In fact, I'll give you a head start." Aeia dropped into a crouch, readying +herself to start running. "We'll race to that tree over there before the ledge. +Ready, GO!" + +Picard's horse recognized the command before he did, and the captain nearly +lost his balance from being left behind. He regained it swiftly, though, and +leaned over the bay's neck to enjoy the thrill of the speed. He could hear the +others right behind him, thundering hooves right at their heels. He centered +his weight and brought his face close to the muscled neck, speaking +encouragement that he knew only his mount would hear. + +Suddenly, he was passed. A brown blur stretched out in front of him, +passing him, putting space between them with ease. He was at first shocked +to see that the horse was riderless, and then gasped at a bigger surprise: +when the creature turned its head to glance at those behind it, he could see +centered in its forehead a straight crystalline horn. + +Then he heard Aeia's mental laugh in his head. + +The tree by the ledge was attained, and everyone drew up their horses. +Everyone except Aeia, who went thundering past. She leapt straight off the +edge and disappeared from sight. + +Four hearts missed a beat. Suddenly, a great brown bird appeared from +within the ravine, soaring up on an updraft of air. It circled above their +heads, and from where they were, they could see the blue and green +feathers intermingling with the brown of her left wing. + +*I am one,* spoke Aeia's mental voice; *I am many. And I am not alone.* + + + + +thank you. + +--lisa + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aftersho b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aftersho new file mode 100644 index 00000000..74722203 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aftersho @@ -0,0 +1,2334 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!news.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (1/8?) +Date: 13 Feb 1995 00:41:54 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 443 +Message-ID: <3hm9si$k6j@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f181-090.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ + + +Hi all! + This is my very first story posted to a newsgroup, so I +hope I get it right. It seems to me to be the logical follow-up +to such stories as _The Nexus_ by Virginia Boehn and _To Every +Purpose_ by Melissa Wilson. If you haven't read them, do it. +They're a lot of fun, and if you don't this might not make any +sense. + A word of warning: if you're not a Hopeless Romantic, +DON'T READ THIS. There's very little plot, and I left the actual +mission of the _Enterprise-E_ suitably vauge to minimize the +amount of this that will be rendered non-canon when STVIII comes +out. In the meantime, happy reading. + + Standard disclaimer: Paramount owns everything, everyone, +and everyplace in this story lock, stock and barrel. The story +itself, for good or ill, is mine. + +************** + + AFTERSHOCK +copyright Amy Raduege, 1995 + + + + "Jean-Luc, she's beautiful." + Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding officer of the U.S.S. +_Enterprise_-E, smiled. Beyond the shuttle windows, the Nova-class +ship was just coming into full view, sweeping away from them with +an elegant grace that delighted him. + Beside him, Dr. Beverly Crusher was smiling happily. +Unconsciously, she slipped her hand into his, her lustrous blue +eyes never leaving their new ship. + Picard squeezed her fingers, trying to contain his own +happiness. Things had turned out better than he had ever dared +hope. The court-marshal proceedings had gone well; everyone had +agreed that his crew had done everything humanly possible to save +the ship, in light of the circumstances. The __Enterprise__ was his +again, along with her now-highly-coveted command crew. Will Riker +had been offered command of the _Aspire_, another newly-commissioned +ship, but had turned it down to remain with the _Enterprise_. Again. +Commanders Data and Troi had received special accommodation for +their combined efforts to save the ship. Worf, too, had been +honored. And Beverly... + Jean-Luc's smile turned toward the lovely woman standing +beside him. Things had worked out especially well with Beverly. + He squeezed her fingers again, thinking of their delicate +touch on his face, his back, his chest... + "Isn't she lovely?" his chief medical officer asked, her eyes +filled with the wonder of their new ship. + "Very," he agreed, not taking his eyes off her face. + Her eyes flickered toward him and away again, a small, pleased +small tugging at her lips. "Jean-Luc, we have a christening +ceremony to attend." + He glanced quickly around the shuttlecraft, but Admiral +Nechayev had gone into the aft compartment, and the pilot was much +too preoccupied with her guidance systems to pay any attention to the +two officers standing in the main cabin. + "So we'd better make the most of the time we have," he said, +brushing her cheek with his finger. Gently, he bent and kissed +her, savoring the sweet taste of her lips, the warmth of her body +beside his. When they parted, he smiled into her eyes, then turned +toward the windows again. "Now, Doctor, none of that," he said +playfully. "We can't have the Admiral getting suspicious." + "Why the hell not?" she asked mischievously, her fingers +brushing lightly against his uniform. Then, perhaps sensing his +sudden alarm - Beverly could be difficult when she had a mind to be +- she sighed. "Aye, sir," she said impudently, and then her gaze +turned toward the ship. + In companionable silence, they drifted toward their new home. + + "Commanding officer, _Enterprise_, arriving." Will Riker called +the skeleton crew to order as Captain Picard and Dr. Beverly +Crusher disembarked from the shuttlecraft. It was a tradition as +old as water for the Captain to give a speech upon taking command, +and this occasion was no exception. Captain Picard was prepared. +His speech was short, brilliant, and to the point. + "We have a galaxy to explore, ladies and gentlemen. Let's get +to work." + The First Officer fell into step beside his captain as the two +of them left the docking bay. Dr. Crusher and Counselor Troi +followed. + "How was France, sir?" Riker asked gently. He hadn't had the +chance to ask before, with the court-marshal proceedings and all. +"Did you and Dr. Crusher get all your family's affairs in order?" + For a moment, the Captain's face looked wistful. "It was a +mixed blessing, Number One." + Riker nodded understandingly, wishing he could offer some comfort. + "Home is the best place to lay an old life aside, Captain," +said Deanna from behind them. She linked her arm fondly with +Beverly's. "And the best place to begin a new one." + Riker grinned back at her. Trust Deanna to say the perfect +thing. + + "Well, I suppose you'd all like to know where we're going," +Picard said. He made some attempt to hide his distaste from his +crew, knowing that they would be no more pleased than he. They had +a new ship, an entire galaxy to explore, and - "Our first mission +is, I regret to say, diplomatic. We're to travel to Starbase 39- +Sierra, where a delegation of bureaucrats is waiting." He paused +again, weighing the consequences of his next +statement. "It seems the Federation wants to show off its new +ship." + "You can hardly blame them, Captain," said Deanna Troi, +comfortingly. "She is beautiful. Definitely something to be proud +of." + Picard smiled ruefully. "I recognize the importance of the +mission, Counselor. I just hope something exciting happens along +the way." + + "Captain on the bridge," the young ensign announced as the +command crew left the new lounge. + "You don't need to announce that so regularly, ensign," Picard +said to her. "Everyone can see that I'm here." + She stiffened slightly under the perceived reprimand. "It's +in the regulations, sir." + He sighed. "One thing I've learned, ensign, is that you can't +always live by the regulations. They can limit you." He looked +thoughtfully at her, but her seagreen eyes gave no hint that she'd +received the lesson. "Lay in a course for Starbase 39-Sierra, warp +4.8," he ordered, heading for his chair. + "Aye, sir." + He settled in, shifting uncomfortably - these new chairs were +unfamiliar. His eyes swept the lines of the new bridge, clean and +elegant, the pride of Starfleet technology - and not yet home. For +a brief moment, just the briefest of moments, he longed for his old +ship. But such longings were futile, and he pushed them aside. + "Engage." + + "You've briefed your command crew by now?" the +Admiral asked. + "I have, sir." He kept his voice carefully neutral. + A wry twist came to Alynna Nechayev's lips. "I take it they +were almost as pleased as you." + "You might say that." + The Admiral sighed. "All right, Captain. Time to lay the +cards on the table. There's another reason we're sending you to +Starbase 39-Sierra - one that doesn't have anything to do with +diplomatic tours." + "Really?" He raised a skeptical eyebrow. + Admiral Nechayev's narrow face narrowed even more. "Yes. +We've detected some unexplained activity across the Neutral Zone. +Starfleet Intelligence suspects that the Romulans are developing a +new weapon." + "I see." He leaned back against his chair, considering. +"Have I permission to tell my command crew?" + "Not unless it becomes necessary. For all they or anybody +else knows, you're simply touring the quadrant, showing off our +finest. And nobody had better suspect otherwise, or things could +turn ugly. Nechayev out." + + "How are the diagnostics coming, Geordi?" Data asked +cheerfully. + "Fine, Data," the chief engineer answered, putting down the +diagnostic indicator. "I can't believe some of the upgrades we've +got. Looks like Leah's been working overtime on that new warp +engine. I feel like a kid at Christmas." + "Captain Picard seems pleased with the new ship, as well," +Data observed. + "What about you?" Geordi asked. + Data paused, looking wistfully about the vast area of +engineering. "It is a beautiful ship, but - I find I miss the old +_Enterprise_. She was, after all, home for seven years." + Geordi sighed. "Me, too, buddy. Me too." + + "That was lovely," Beverly said, pushing her empty plate +aside. "I love saltimbocca, but you knew that, didn't you?" + "Of course." He left the table to pour her some more wine, +then took her hands and led her to the couch. "As Captain, it's my +job to know all the intimate details of my crew." + She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "*All* of them, Captain? Why, +it's only been a few wee-" + "Worf to Captain Picard." + Jean-Luc rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mr. Worf?" + "We're receiving a distress call from Bett'au VII, sir. It's +coded priority one." + He glanced at Beverly, saw the concern rising in her eyes. +"On my way, Mr. Worf." + + "Req... major earqua..." + Picard and his officers looked at one another in concern, +trying desperately to understand the garbled message through the +static. + "thousands casu..." + "Mr. Data, can you make anything out of this mess?" the +Captain snapped. It took a deliberate effort not to look at his +chief medical officer. + "I can extrapolate, sir. It seems that Bett'au +VII has been hit by a major earthquake, resulting in significant +casualties." + This time, duty required him to look at his chief surgeon. He +knew her too well not to see the memories rising to the surface, to +ignore the sudden pain in her eyes. "Is there any ship closer than +we are?" he asked Data. + The android shook his head. "No, sir." + "I see." Briefly, he weighed the possibilities, the +consequences of inconveniencing a handful of Federation dignitaries +versus the importance of saving a planet. It took maybe half a +second. "Commander, lay in a course to Bett'au VII, warp 5." + "Aye, sir." + As the other officers left the new observation lounge, Beverly +raised her stricken eyes to him. "What was that you were saying +about hoping something exciting would happen?" she asked, trying to +make light of the situation. + He grunted. + "Be careful what you wish for. You might get it." + + +Captain's Log, stardate 48952.7. The damage to Bett'au VII has +proven far worse than any of us imagined. The tremors were caused +by a sudden shift in the planet's orbit, something so completely +unexpected that no one quite knows what to make of it. Geordi and +Data are trying to assess the extent of the damage, and to +determine if the newly-formed colony will have to be moved yet +again. The medical teams are working overtime, trying to combat +thousands of major injuries as well as the outbreaks of plague, +psychosis, and poor sanitary conditions that are the inevitable +consequences of such a disaster. + + "Damn." + Dr. Beverly Crusher pressed her hand against her forehead, +willing the dizziness and nausea to go away. Three of her staff +had become sick already, despite the fact that she'd inoculated +them against everything she could think of. And in the meantime, +there were hundreds of wounded to be tended, sanitary systems to be +reestablished, medical supplies to be replenished: all matters +easily attended to if proper facilities were available. + Beverly knew from first-hand experience what could happen when +those facilities were not available. + She passed a weary hand before her eyes and forced herself +back to normal. She mustn't let the others see she was becoming +sick, or Jean-Luc would pull her off the planet, and Beverly wanted +desperately to tend these final cases herself. + She smiled at the thought of the captain. Dear, sweet Jean- +Luc, to know her own memories of Arvada III would surface at the +mention of disaster. He'd instantly understood her need to be +there, taking care of the suffering colonists. He'd even come to +her quarters later, to be sure she was all right. She'd been +pacing her rooms, anxious to arrive, and knowing that the +_Enterprise_ could go no faster than the Federation-wide Warp 5 +limit. Jean-Luc had taken her into his arms, soothing away her +nervous anxiety with soft words and gentle caresses... + She turned her attention to another colonist. + "You'll be all right," she told the little girl, gently +brushing the hair out of the child's face. "Just a broken leg. In +two weeks, you'll be bouncing around again like nothing happened." + This brought a smile to the child, but Beverly saw the shadow- +clouded eyes of her mother and looked away. But something did +happen, and it'll be a long time before you forget - if you ever +do. + The osteoregenerator hummed in her hands as the bone knit back +together, then she patted the child's knees reassuringly and turned +to the next patient. + Another wave of dizziness washed over her, and she leaned +heavily against the table. + "Doctor?" asked the mother, alarmed. One of the medics, +seeing his commanding officer leaning against the table with a +trouble colonist supporting her, hastened to her side. + "Dr. Crusher?" he asked, his dark features heavy with concern. + "I'm all right, Soli," she said, trying not to be angry. The +medic was new to the _Enterprise_, and obviously hadn't been warned +not to interfere with her medical - or other - practices. "I +just turned around too fast, that's all. I'll be all right in a +minute." + Soli looked at her with evident disbelief. "You've been +working 'round the clock since this whole thing started. Maybe you +should go back to the ship and get some rest." + Airily she waved him aside. "Nonsense. There are only a few +patients left; I'll finish them up and then I'll go back. It'll +only take a few more minutes." + "Well, all right," said Soli grudgingly. + She was conscious of his eyes on her back as she tended the +next few patients, but then her work absorbed her again and she +forgot all about the incident. + + "So what are your plans for shore leave, sir?" Ship's +Counselor Deanna Troi asked him mildly. + "Oh, I was thinking it might be nice to visit a holosuite or +two," said Riker, "And I hear there's a *great* jazz band on Ingral +III. That's only about an hour away by shuttle. Do you and Worf +have any plans?" + Unconsciously, Deanna's gaze flickered up to the towering +Klingon standing on the deck above them, a mysterious smile +hovering about her lips. "We do," she said. + "Geordi and I have plans to visit the zoo," threw in Data. +"He says it will be a remarkable chance for me to revisit my +childhood." He frowned slightly. "Although, since I never had a +childhood, I am uncertain as to how I can 'revisit' it." + Riker chuckled. + "Was that funny?" Data asked hopefully. + "Only mildly, Data." + "Oh." Data was obviously disappointed. "Although I have +succeeded in mastering several emotions, I am afraid that creating +humor still escapes me." + "You'll get it, Data. Just give it time." + The turbolift doors hissed open and Captain Picard stepped +onto the bridge. Since their recent trip to Earth and the +launching of the new _Enterprise_, Riker thought he detected a new +buoyancy in the Captain's step, a lightness of heart that +had not been there before - particularly whenever a certain medical +officer was nearby. A less observant officer wouldn't have noticed +anything amiss, but Riker had his suspicions. + "How goes it, Number One?" the Captain asked, settling in to +his new chair. He squirmed slightly, if the Captain could be +imagined doing so undignified a thing as squirming; the new chairs +required some getting used to. + "All's well, sir," Riker reported. He cast a conspiratorial +glance at Deanna. "We were just discussing how we're going to +spend our brief shore leave at 39-Sierra." + "Enjoy yourselves," said the Captain. "It'll be a long time +before we're anywhere near a starbase again, so make sure you get +everything you need." + "Do you and Beverly have any plans for our visit to the +starbase, sir?" Deanna asked innocently. + Riker hid a grin by pretending to smooth his beard. So he +wasn't the only one who had suspicions. + "No," said the Captain, unruffled. "I'll be dealing with that +delegation of bureaucrats, and I have no idea what Dr. Crusher +has planned." + "I see," said Deanna, looking away as if it were of only the +mildest possible interest to her. "Well, if you're looking for +suggestions -" + She was interrupted by the sudden blurp of the comlink. "Soli +to _Enterprise_." + "_Enterprise_ here," said the Captain. + "Sir." There was obvious relief in Soli's voice. "Would you +please beam two directly to sickbay?" + Instantly, concern darkened the Captain's features. "Is one +of the colonists -?" + "No, sir. It's Dr. Crusher. She's fainted." + + The first thing that Beverly Crusher saw when she opened her +eyes was the overhead sensor. The damned thing seemed +unnecessarily bright against her weary eyes. The second was Jean- +Luc's face, hovering over her with naked concern - and a little +anger. + She resisted the urge to groan. + "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously. + She pushed herself up, embarrassed to be lying unconscious in +her own sickbay. She shook her head to rid herself of the last +lingering traces of dizziness. "I think so." + "Good." She could see the muscles of his jaw clench; she had +to restrain the urge to caress the tension away with her fingertips. +"Doctor, I think you should refresh yourself on medical basics. +You can't do your patients any good if you're so exhausted you +can't see straight." + "I had work to do-" she began hotly. + "Which you can't do if you're exhausted," he repeated. Then, +seeing her temper rising, he laid a gentle hand on her arm. +"Beverly. Please. Go to your quarters and lie down. Your medical +team tells me they're almost done; the disaster is over, and no one +has been lost since we arrived." + "Thanks largely to the efforts of our medical team." + "I know to whom credit is due," he said, looking gravely into +her eyes. + Poor Jean-Luc. He was really worried. She'd have to take +better care of herself; it wouldn't do to have the ship's captain +distracted because he was worried about his chief medical officer's +health. She sighed and looked down at her trembling hands. If only +she weren't so very tired. + He crossed his arms before his chest. "Dr. Crusher, go to +your quarters and get some rest, or I'll have you relieved and +sedated." + Momentarily startled, she looked up into his face. His +expression was stern enough, but he couldn't quite keep the smile +from reaching his eyes. + "Hah," she said, swinging her legs off the table. "Nobody +orders my medical staff around but me." + "Would you care to challenge that?" he asked pointedly. + "Not particularly." She hopped off the table with her usual +vivacity, but the cursed dizziness swept over her again. +Instantly, Picard's arms went about her, holding her upright. + "Dizzy again?" he asked, and now his voice was actually +alarmed. + She couldn't resist the obvious reply. "Being in your arms +always makes me dizzy," she whispered. + The Captain tried not to smile and failed. His arms around +her shoulders tightened imperceptibly. "Beverly, I'm really +worried about you. You've been working around the clock for two +days, and you yourself said there are a lot of highly contagious +bugs running rampant down there. Promise me you'll go to your +quarters and rest." + She smiled. "Aye, sir, Captain, sir," she said, as +insubordinately as she possibly could. + He removed his arms from her shoulders as Nurse Ogawa came +rushing up. + "Dr. Crusher?" she asked anxiously. + "I'll be all right, Alyssa. I just need to go to my quarters +and lie down." She fixed Jean-Luc with a glare she hoped would +fool her observant staff. "It seems I'm being ordered to get some +rest." + "That's probably a good idea," Alyssa said. + Crusher smiled again at Jean-Luc and headed toward her +quarters. + + "Alyssa." + At the sound of her first name, Beverly's favorite nurse +looked up. "Yes, Captain?" + "Alyssa, can you tell me somthing?" + Alyssa licked her lips nervously. "If it doesn't break medical +confidentiality, Captain." + "I see." The Captain crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Is Dr. +Crusher ill?" + She sighed with relief. That she could answer. "Not to my +knowledge, sir." + "Have you noticed any unusual behavior lately?" + Alyssa cocked her head, considering. "She's been a little +edgy since she first heard about the earthquake. But then, it +probably struck a little close to home. Weren't her parents killed +in some sort of disaster?" + "Yes, they were." The Captain paced the empty sickbay, +obviously more concerned then he would admit. Alyssa waited +patiently, thinking about how she would feel if her own beloved +Mark had just fainted on a planet far below them. Being a good +nurse depended heavily upon keen powers of observation, and Alyssa +was under no delusions about the feelings between her Captain and +her boss. She just wished they'd admit to them and get on with +their lives. + But then, maybe she just wanted everybody to be as happy as +she and Mark were. + Picard stopped pacing. "Very well. Alyssa, if you do learn +anything that you can tell me without breaking medical +confidentiality, I'd appreciate it if you'd inform me at once." + "Aye, sir," replied the nurse. + + "Well, that should stop most of the tremors, Governor," said +Geordi. "We've reinforced the tectonic plates, and the +gravitational alignment of the planet has stabilized. I still +don't know what it would take, to knock a planet off-course like +that." + The Governor shrugged. She was Kempakan, a tall, blue-skinned +race with protruding eyes. Geordi privately thought they rather +resembled inebriated fish, but they made very, very good +administrators. "Who knows? I just hope it isn't something that's +a regular occurrence on this planet." + "No way. The Federation does pretty thorough research before +opening a planet up for colonization. Things just happen +sometimes, though." + The Kempakan shrugged again. "Well, we'll just have to hope +it doesn't happen again," she said. + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: aftershock +Date: 14 Feb 1995 05:02:18 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 258 +Message-ID: <3hpdgq$bjb@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f180-156.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6034 + + + This is my very first story posted to a newsgroup, so I +hope I get it right. It seems to me to be the logical follow-up +to such stories as _The Nexus_ by Virginia Boehn and _To Every +Purpose_ by Melissa Wilson. If you haven't read them, do it. +They're a lot of fun, and if you don't this might not make any +sense. + A word of warning: if you're not a Hopeless Romantic, +DON'T READ THIS. There's very little plot, and I left the actual +mission of the _Enterprise-E_ suitably vauge to minimize the +amount of this that will be rendered non-canon when STVIII comes +out. In the meantime, happy reading. + + Standard disclaimer: Paramount owns everything, everyone, +and everyplace in this story lock, stock and barrel. The story +itself, for good or ill, is mine. + + + +********* + + AFTERSHOCK + part 2 + + + +Captain's Log, Stardate 48953.8 We have arrived at Starbase 39- +Sierra at last, where an envoy awaits the opportunity to +inspect our new ship. Most of the crew, including the senior +officers, will be enjoying an informal sort of shore leave, but I +must remain aboard to entertain our guests. + + "So, what do you plan to do with your shore leave?" he asked, +pouring his companion another cup of tea. + "Hmm?" She looked up at him, her luminous blue eyes lost in +thought. He loved to see her like this, relaxed and happy, wrapped +in her favorite blue robe - actually, it was *his* favorite blue +robe- and perfectly content just to be with him. "Oh. Shore +leave. I hadn't thought much about it, really. There's still so +much to be done. I wanted to review the new medical databanks, +make sure everybody's records are up to date, and there's an + article in _Molecular Exogenetics_ I keep meaning to read..." + "Beverly." He took her hand. She raised her eyes to +his as he squeezed her fingers. "I want you to go have some fun. +Really. Just because I'm stuck on board this drafty old ship of +ours doesn't mean you can't go to the base and have some fun." She +laughed lightly at his feeble joke. "Why don't you find Deanna? +You haven't spent much time with her lately, and she and Worf +aren't scheduled to leave until late this afternoon." + She smiled into his eyes. "You're right, of course. I +haven't really taken any time since the disaster on Bett'au VII, +and I *do* have some shopping to do. Will you have time for supper +tonight?" She was already headed into the other room to get +dressed. + "Always." + "Good." She reemerged a moment later, impeccably professional in her +uniform, her long hair bound loosely against the back of her neck. +"I'll see you later, then." And with a soft kiss on the tip of his +nose, she was gone. + + "Anything in particular you're looking for?" Deanna asked, +running a brush through her luxuriant curls. + "Oh, I don't know," Beverly said from the Counselor's day +room. "Wesley's birthday is coming up - although I don't know +*how* I'd manage to get anything to him - and there are a few +miscellaneous things I need. Mostly, though, I just want to get +away." + Deanna nodded. "You really could use the rest. You haven't +taken any time off since you and the Captain came back from France, +and three months without a break is really too long." It was meant +as a gentle jibe, a sort of probe to see if she could fish anything +out of Beverly about her new relationship with the Captain. It +did not have the intended effect. She felt a sudden rush of +shock, of disbelief, pouring from the adjacent room. "Beverly, +what's wrong?" she asked urgently, watching all the blood drain +away from her friend's face. + Weakly, Beverly sank into one of Deanna's chairs, shaking +her head. + "Beverly, what is it?" She knelt down next to her friend. + Frantically, Beverly reached out and clutched Deanna's hand. +"Deanna, will you make one brief stop by sickbay with me? I think +I may have some shopping to do after all." + + "Anything else I should know about?" Riker asked, taking one +last perusal around the new bridge. + Data frowned. "I see no cause for concern, Commander. +Everything seems to be under control." + Riker grinned. "All preparations for our bureaucrats well in +hand?" + "The Captain appears to be preparing for their arrival with +great anticipation," Data deadpanned, but the flash of humor in his +eyes was unmistakable. + Riker's grin widened. "You're getting better all the time, +Data." + "Thank you, sir." + + "Is everything ready?" Worf asked, making a last quick check +of the shuttlecraft. + "Ready," Deanna confirmed. + The Klingon glanced at her sharply; she seemed vaguely +distant, and there was a soft, dreamy look in her dark Betazoid +eyes. + "Deanna, is something wrong?" + "Wrong?" She turned her mysterious eyes toward him. Slowly, +he saw her gaze come into focus. "No, nothing's wrong. In fact, +everything's wonderful." + He relaxed slightly. "I am glad that our trip pleases you," +he said. + To his surprise, a faint smile graced Deanna's features. +"That, too," she said softly. + + "So how did your day go?" Beverly asked, carefully setting her +bundles down on his desk. "All those bureaucrats didn't strain +your temper too much, did they?" + He crossed the room to give her a kiss and press a glass of +wine - real wine, from his family's vineyards - into her hand. "Not +terribly - for bureaucrats." He grinned suddenly. "For a group +of tourists, though, they were awful." + She smiled at him, but the smile faded quickly away, replaced +by a far more thoughtful expression. + Picard studied her carefully. He noted the smudges of +exhaustion lingering beneath her vibrant blue eyes, the faint +pallor of her porcelain skin. She just hadn't been herself at all +lately. Maybe she still hadn't recovered from the effects of the +earthquake on Bett'au VII. + Or maybe she was still unwell, and hadn't told him. + He couldn't bear to think about it any more. With his wine +glass, he indicated the piles of packages stacked on his desk. +"What's all this?" he asked, leaning over to inspect them. + She stepped quickly in front of him, blocking his vision. +"Oh, a few gifts for my oldest son," she said. "The rest is a +surprise. What's for supper? I'm famished." She put her arm +through his and drew him toward the table. + "Oh... umm, braised lamb, new potatoes, and steamed carrots." + "Mmmm, sounds perfect. Let's eat," she said. + "Beverly, you haven't touched your wine." + She bit her lip, looking suddenly uncertain and a little +frightened. "I know," she said softly. "Medically speaking, it's +not a good idea right now." + Cold fear gripped his heart. Something was wrong with +Beverly! If she'd contracted something on the planet, something +the biofilters didn't scan for... He turned and pulled her tightly +against him. + For a moment, she simply clung to him, and he felt her +trembling against him. They'd only just admitted their feelings +for each other, after more than twenty years of timid silence; to +loose her now would be unbearable. Picard held her, promising +whatever powers there might be in the universe anything, anything +at all, just as long as they kept Beverly safe. + And then he realized she was laughing! Disgruntled, he +removed his arms from her slender waist and stepped back. "What's +so funny?" he demanded gruffly. + "Oh, Jean-Luc, the look on your face just now! You looked +like I'd just signed my own death certificate!" She laughed again, +lightly, and kissed him. + He was not amused. "Beverly, what the hell is going on?" + Her bubbling laughter faded away, replaced by that hesitant +uncertainty he had detected earlier. She took a deep breath, +squared her shoulders, and said, "I have something to tell you." + He waited, steeling his heart against whatever she might say. + "Maybe you'd better sit down." + Oh, _merde_. It was worse than he thought. His knees +suddenly weak, he sank obediently onto the couch. + She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and looked +directly into his eyes for the first time that evening. "Jean-Luc, +I'm pregnant." + The glass slid away from his suddenly numb fingers. + Her eyes searched his face, but she must've been uncertain +what she saw there, because she said, coachingly, "You're going to +be a father." + "A f-father?" he repeated. + Her eyes filled with an odd mixture of concern and amusement. +"Jean-Luc, are you all right?" + "A father?" he said again. + Beverly sighed. She crossed the room and knelt before him, +laying her hands on his. "Jean-Luc. Are you all right?" + "All right?" He looked at her in wonderment. "Beverly... I +don't know what to say." + "At this point, *anything* would be an improvement." + "A child..." he mused. "I'm going to be a father. I never +thought I'd hear those words, especially after Jason..." + She waited, her heart in her eyes. + He looked down at her, saw her pulse beating nervously +against her throat. And he smiled. "I never thought those words +could be so wonderful." + And then she was in his arms, their lips pressed tightly +together. He wasn't sure if the tears wetting his cheeks belonged +to her or to him. + They parted to gaze into each other's eyes. "This is where +all the trouble began," she said, teasingly. + He smiled, remembering that warm and fateful night in France, in +his family's ancestral home. A home that maybe, perhaps, +might yet again be filled with the laughter of children. A low, +delighted chuckle bubbled up from his chest and escaped his guard; +he was suddenly overcome with joy. + "Marry me." + "What?!" + This was not precisely the answer he had expected. Gravely, +he repeated, "Marry me." + Still she hesitated. "Jean-Luc, if this is about us having a +child together-" + "I assure you it's not. Beverly." He laid a hand over hers, +then changed his mind. He slid off the couch and knelt before her, +taking both her hands into his. "Beverly, I love you.Being your husband, +raising our child, would be the fulfillment of dreams I didn't even know +I had. I promise you, no matter what your answer, I will love and cherish +you both for the rest of my days. But please say yes. Marry me." + The beauty of the stars spread out behind her paled in +comparison to her smile. "Now, how can I resist a proposal like +that?" she asked. + "Is that a yes?" he asked, acutely aware of his heart pounding +against his ribs. + "Yes. Most definitely, yes." + For a moment, he was too overjoyed to move or even reply. +Then he let out a very un-Captain-like whoop, startling Beverly, +and leapt to his feet. "Just a minute," he said, kissing her +again, and vanished into the other room. + When he returned, he held a small box cradled gingerly between +his fingers. "I was going to give you this a little later," he +said. "But, circumstances seem to warrant ..." He flipped open +the lid. + Beverly gasped. Inside was a simple gold ring, highlighted by +the advent of a single diamond. + "I know engagement rings are a little outdated," he said +tentatively, looking critically at the gleaming stone, "but I was +wondering if you might consent to wearing it? It belonged to my +great-great-grandmother; we could say it was a family tradition, +that you were humoring me by wearing it..." + "Jean-Luc." + At the sound of her voice, he stopped babbling and looked at +her. She was smiling softly at him. + "Jean-Luc, I'd be proud to wear it." Gravely, she held out +her left hand. + Somewhat nervously, he removed the ring from its box and +slipped it onto her finger. + "It fits perfectly," she said, sounding surprised. + He grinned wickedly. "I know. I had it resized in +anticipation of this event." + She looked at him askance. "You're lucky my fingers aren't +swollen. How did you know my size?" + "I measured your finger while you were sleeping." + Her expression changed to stunned disbelief, then surprise, +and finally dissolved into laughter. "Well, life with you will +certainly keep me on my toes, at any rate." + "Or off of them," he agreed, nuzzling her neck. + + + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!usc!math.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (3/8?) +Date: 14 Feb 1995 08:08:57 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 231 +Message-ID: <3hpoep$gkv@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f181-071.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6038 + +Hi all! + This is still my first story ever posted, and it's turning +out quite a bit different from what I originally expected. However, +I still feel it is only fair to warn you that this is For Hopeless +Romantics. If you like stories about big guns, high drama, sophisticated +strategies, and so on, this is not for you. + + Otherwise, happy reading once again. + + Quintessential disclaimer about Paramount owning everything, +everyplace, and everyone mentioned in the story. The story itself +belongs to me. + + +************* + + + AFTERSHOCK + part three + + + + "Good morning, Doctor." + "Good morning, Alyssa." Awkwardly, Beverly negotiated the +path toward her desk, lowering her cumbersome bulk into the chair. +Funny, the space had never seemed so cramped before. Now it seemed +to get smaller with each passing day. + "How are you feeling?" Alyssa asked, following her into the +office. + "Wonderful. Horrible. I just wish the morning sickness would +go away." She patted her bulging belly, as the child within +rewarded her attentions by giving her a firm kick. + Alyssa grinned knowingly. "I know. I only had it two months +with Matthew, and I thought it was never going to end." + Beverly smiled. "I certainly would have thought it would give +up by now. After all, the child'll be here in only a few weeks, +and Jean-Luc -" + She was interrupted by the cheerful blurp of the ship's +hailing system. "Captain to Doctor Picard." + At the sound of her husband's voice, Beverly Picard's heart +flipped. "Yes, Captain?" she asked as Alyssa discreetly slipped +from the room. + "Doctor, there will be a staff meeting in the observation +lounge in ten minutes. I'd appreciate it if you could attend." + "Of course, sir." + There was the briefest of pauses, and then Jean-Luc said, "Are +you feeling any better?" His voice was softer, gentler, an +unspoken arrangement between them that he was talking to her now as +her husband, not her commanding officer. He was in the ready room, +then. He never talked to her like that except when they were +alone. + "I'll be all right," she said, then gasped as their unborn +child kicked her firmly in the ribs. "Just tell the baby to quit +kicking me, and I'll be much better." + "Come up to the bridge and I'll do just that." + "I'm on my way." + + The other officers all stood as Beverly entered, an +unconscious acknowledgement of her procreative state. +Jean-Luc crossed the room and offered her his arm, +gently lowering her into the seat beside him. + "How's the kid?" Riker asked teasingly. + Beverly smiled at him and pushed a stray strand of hair back +from her face. "Just fine, thank you." She patted her belly. +"Likes to kick a little much for my taste, though - I thought I'd +*never* get to sleep last night." + Jean-Luc laid a hand on her shoulder, an unconscious gesture +telling her to keep their private life private. "All right, +people, if you're done enquiring about the state of my lovely bride +-" he smiled fondly at his wife - "we have some business to attend +to." + Instantly, his officers were all business. + "I have some bad news," he said. "Bett'au VII has suffered +another earthquake, accompanied by strong storms and severe +flooding." He looked at his wife, who had suddenly gone deathly +pale. "I'm afraid there were no survivors." + Beverly put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wider than he'd ever +seen them. He had to resist the urge to take her into his arms. +But that wouldn't be appropriate; in this room she was the Chief +Medical Officer, not his wife. Gently, he said, "We're the +closest ship in the area. We're going to have to assess the +damage." + Weakly she nodded, her eyes drifting toward the obsidian +tabletop. + Picard turned his attention back to the rest of the crew. +"I'm afraid it gets worse. Starfleet Command has evidence to +suspect that the Romulans have developed a new weapon." + "Metagenic?" Beverly asked, her face going even paler. + Her husband regarded her with unmistakable tenderness, but his +voice retained the Captain's control as he replied, "No. It seems +they have developed a means to pull a planet out of alignment." + There were low cries of disbelief and outrage around the +table. + "The amount of power required to move an entire planet would +be considerable," Data said, though his voice was sick with horror. +"Even the _Enterprise_ cannot generate so much." + "And the effects on the planet's inhabitants would be +devastating," Geordi added. "There'd be floods, storms, +earthquakes of a scale to make your head spin-" And then he was +silent, as he and the other officers realized what he'd just said. + Feeling slightly sick himself, Picard nodded. "Yes. The +Federation Science Council now believes that the disaster on +Bett'au VII was deliberately instigated by the Romulans in an +attempt to test their new weapon. Two other planets have been +destroyed as well." + His officers merely stared at him, stunned. + "Our orders," he continued, forcing himself to keep his eyes +away from his wife, "are to patrol the sector, ready to respond to +the first sign of distress from any Federation planet. If we find +the Romulans, we have the authority to take whatever action we deem +necessary. The _Agamemnon_, the _Urania_, and the _Temin_ are on +their way. In the meantime, let's spend the time heightening our +sensor capabilities and *quietly* preparing the ship for an +encounter with the Romulans." + "Do you think it'll come to that, sir?" Riker asked, looking +faintly uneasy. They all knew what 'an encounter with the +Romulans' meant. + "I hope not, Number One. I'm just trying to prepare for all +extingencies." He flicked a glance at his wife, who sat in +troubled silence. + Riker followed his gaze. "Understood, sir." + + "No!" he roared. + "Jean-Luc, I'm still the Chief Medical Officer. It's my duty +to go down there, and I'm going, whether you like it or not!" She +regarded him with dangerous fire behind her eyes. "Unless +you plan to relieve me of duty merely because I'm pregnant?" + He took a deep breath, making a determined effort to reign +in his considerable anger. "You know I can't do that." + "Then you have to let me go." + He counted to ten in several languages at once, forcing his +concern and his temper back under control. Once more, he tried +reasoning with her. "Beverly, you're seven and a half months +pregnant. Would you send any of your staff down unto an unstable +planet riddled with disease under those conditions?" + "No. But then, none of them are this ship's Chief Medical +Officer. I am." + "And you're the best in Starfleet. That doesn't mean, +however, that you need to attend every disaster yourself." + "Yes, but - this is different." She stopped pacing their +quarters and turned to face him. "Jean-Luc, these people were my +patients. I need to see what's been done to them, to confirm for +myself that there isn't anyone left." She stretched a hand toward +him, her voice and her eyes filled with supplication - not for his +permission, but for his understanding. "Please." + And in that instant, Jean-Luc Picard knew he would do anything +she asked of him - not that he'd ever been able to deny her +anything anyway. Reluctantly, he gave in. + "All right. But take care of yourself. Let Riker and the +others bring the bodies to *you*. They're dead; nothing you can do +will help them now." He laid a hand against her cheek to take the +sting away from the brutal words. + "All right," she promised. + + "Here's another one," called Geordi La Forge, examining yet +another body half-buried in the rubble. He sighed in recognition; +it was the Kempakan governor, now looking more than ever like a +fish out of water. + Dr. Picard waddled over to him with almost no sign of her +usual grace, attended soliticiously by Data. The android officer +was fascinated by her pregnancy, following her about with childlike wonder and plying her with +limitless questions, which Picard endured with remarkable patience. + Her face hard as stone, Picard made the necessary adjustments +in her log. + "Let's go over there next," she said, indicating a collapsed +building with her eyes. Wordlessly, Data and Geordi followed her. + The ruin was once a school, and the bodies within were all +young children. Geordi couldn't quite resist the urge be sure +the doctor was all right. Picard's face was now deathly pale, and +there was a slight tremor in her voice as she ordered Data to move +this or that so that she could better inspect the bodies. + And then she simply collapsed. + Instantly, Data and Geordi were beside her, kneeling next to +her in concern as she sat shaking on the cracked and twisted +pavement. "Oh, my God," she said, over and over. + Curiously, Geordi turned to the corpse she had just +discovered. It was a little girl, wisps of blond hair floating +gently about her still face. He could see nothing extraordinary +about her. + But Picard said, "She had a broken leg. I healed it for her; +I told her it was going to be all right. And now it'll never be +all right again. She was only six." + La Forge was amazed to see tears pouring down Picard's face; +she never lost control of herself like this, and the _Enterprise_ +had encountered some pretty tragic things over the years. Then he +remembered that raging hormones sometimes caused pregnant women to +behave more emotionally than they normally would. Still, it was +disconcerting. + From the expression on his face, Data was concerned, too. +"Come, Doctor," he said, gently easing the CMO to her feet. "I +believe it is time we returned to the ship. There is nothing we +can do here." + + "Anybody who'd be the deliberate participant in such an +atrocity deserves... well, worse than anything I can come up with," +Beverly spat, too angry to be reasonable. + Jean-Luc simply put his arms around her. He knew his wife; +he could almost see her remembering the thousands of death +certificates she'd had to fill out - and there was nothing Beverly +hated more than death certificates. Particularly those of the +children. With the birth of her own child rapidly approaching, +those deaths were just that much more painful. + For a moment, she stood stiff and unyielding in his embrace, +and then she crumpled against him and began to cry. + "There were so many children," she whispered against his +chest. "So many little ones who'll never have the chance to grow +up." + "I know." He stroked her hair reassuringly. + She sobbed until she had no more tears, then stood leaning +against him, drawing on his warmth and strength as he had so +often drawn on hers. + The baby within Beverly kicked them both, an affirmation of +life in the midst of so much death. In spite of herself, Beverly +smiled down at her protruding tummy, allowing the loving embrace of +her husband and the promise of their unborn child to comfort her +at last. When she looked at him again, Picard could see only the +faintest of shadows in her eyes. + But seeing shadows where there had been only light before +filled Picard's heart with grief, and he promised himself that +whoever was responsible would not go unpunished. + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!news.moneng.mei.com!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (4/8?) +Date: 16 Feb 1995 05:42:09 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 304 +Message-ID: <3huojh$9u4@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f182-054.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6130 + +This is my first story ever posted. So far, all comments and suggestions +have been helpful and encouraging, for which I am exceedingly grateful. + +A quick word: I know that in _Parallels_, Troi talks about two children +she had with Worf. Speaking as a biologist, I just find that extremely +unlikely. By definition, "the ability to produce viable offspring" means +that they'd have to be the same species (barring genetic engineering). +A technicality, I know, but it's one of my Personal Pet Peeves. Everyone +is, of course, entitled to his or her own opinion. + +Typical disclaimer: Paramount owns every person, every place, and every +thing mentioned in this story. The story itself, for good or ill, +remains my own. + +Enjoy! + + + + AFTERSHOCK + part 4 + + + "It would be advisable for you to push at this time," Dr. +Selar said calmly. + At that moment, Beverly Picard sincerely wanted to push Dr. +Selar - preferably out the nearest airlock. "What do you think +I've been *doing* for the past six hours, Selar? Knitting?" + Selar merely raised an eyebrow. Having spent so many years on +the __Enterprise__, she was accustomed to the unusual declarations +made by human women in labor. However, Beverly Picard was proving +to be one of her more... inventive... patients. + Beverly endured the rest of the contraction and sagged back +against her pillows, gasping for breath. + "You're doing just fine," Jean-Luc said, his voice low and +reassuring. Tenderly, he stroked the sweat-soaked hair out of her +face, caressed the tired muscles of her neck and shoulders. "It'll +be over soon." + She opened her eyes to fix him with a steely glare. "Soon? +I'll tell you about soon." She was about to say more, but another +contraction took her and she arched forward, out of the bed, then +fell back again when it ended. + Calmly, Deanna Troi dipped a cloth into some cool water and +laid it against Beverly's forehead. "How does that feel?" + "Like somebody's piloting a Klingon battle cruiser through my +stomach!" She turned to her husband, clutching the front of his +shirt; comfortingly he wrapped his arms around her. + "Jean-Luc, I don't want to do this anymore," Beverly said +wearily, leaning her head against his chest. "*You* have the baby. +Bring it home when you're done. I just need to sleep." + Picard kissed her hair. "I would do it for you if I could." + She yawned. "I'm just so tired," she began, then cried out as +another contraction took her. + "Should it be hurting her so much?" Picard whispered to +Deanna, horribly worried for his wife's safety. + Deanna smiled reassuringly. "It's been a long time since +Beverly's been through this," she said. "Her body is just protesting, +that's all." + Time wore on. The contractions grew increasingly intense, and his +poor Beverly writhed on her bed, suffering under the onslaught of +the powerful spasms. + And then, suddenly, she began to laugh. + "It's here," said Selar calmly, pulling the infant from its +mother's body. A healthy squall filled the air. "Captain and +Doctor Picard, I announce the birth of your daughter." + "She's beautiful, Captain," said Deanna Troi, a radiant smile +coming to her face. + Delighted, Picard bent and kissed his wife, who smiled +tiredly. + Alyssa wrapped the newborn in a blanket and gravely presented +her to her parents. + For the first time, Picard held his daughter in his arms. He +was amazed at how small she was, how delicate, how beautiful. And +she was *his*. His and Beverly's. Wonderingly, he reached out and +touched the crying baby's soft cheek. + A tiny fist came up and grabbed, wrapping her little fingers +around his thumb and his heart in that instant. Tenderly, he +kissed the tiny head. + "Jean-Luc, don't be such a monopolist. Let me see her," said +Beverly. + Smiling, he turned to his wife. Her hair was dishevelled and +damp with perspiration, stains of exhaustion were forming +beneath her weary eyes, and her clothing was smeared and +splattered with the efforts of her labor. But she was smiling +softly, and there was a light in her eyes he'd never seen before. +She'd never looked more beautiful. + Gently, he lowered their daughter into her waiting embrace, +and then gathered them both into his arms. + "Hello, little one," she said to the infant. At the sound of +her voice, the baby stopped crying. Gravely, mother and daughter +regarded each other. Picard was struck be the resemblance, already +apparent; the baby had her mother's red hair, and a faintly +doubtful look he knew very well indeed. The baby yawned a solemn +hello, blinking tiredly after her eventful day. Beverly kissed +the tiny head. And then they both fell asleep. + + "Good morning, sir. How's Jackie?" Riker asked. + The Captain looked at him wearily, slinking tiredly into his +chair. "She's fine, Number One, but her mother and I could use +some sleep." He pressed his fingertips against the bridge of his +nose and bit back an obvious yawn. "You'd think after three months, +she'd be sleeping through the night. But she seems to think +'nighttime' is for grown-ups only." Then he fixed his First +Officer with a speculative eye. "I don't suppose I could +persuade you to babysit, could I?" + Riker looked more frightened than if Picard had just suggested +that he take on a Menthalion razortooth singlehanded. "Sorry, sir. +I'm just not good with infants." + Picard smiled ruefully. "I didn't think I was, either - until +I had one." + "How's Beverly?" Deanna asked softly from Picard's other side. + As always, the mere thought of his wife bought a smile to +Picard's lips. "Fine. Tired. A little temperamental. I think +she's going stir-crazy, with only the baby and me for company and +no work to distract her." + "How long before she goes back on duty?" Riker asked. + "A few more weeks. Selar's doing a good job as acting CMO, +but it'll be good to have Beverly back at her post." He grinned. +"Although my annual physical is overdue, and I somehow think I'm +going to hear about it." + Deanna smiled. "I was planning to visit her later." + "Do that. She'll be thrilled for some company besides her +grouchy old husband and a cranky infant." + Deanna laughed. + + From tactical, Worf listened with disapproval. Since the +Captain and Dr. Crusher had married, the tenor of the ship had +changed. Everyone was... well, so *happy*. And since the birth of +their daughter, things seemed to revolve around families and +booties and baby-clothes. + Of course, on a Klingon ship, there would be no families. A +warrior could concentrate on a warrior's business, without the +distraction of children underfoot. + Worf frowned. No children underfoot also meant no Alexander. +And, troublesome though the boy was, Worf loved his son. Having +the boy around was worth some inconvenience. + Besides, the little girl was cute, in a human sort of way. +Perhaps after she got older, talk centered around her would die +down and things would get back to normal. + He could hope, anyway. + + "Oh, Deanna, please come in," Beverly said, looking enormously +relieved. + "Hello, Beverly. The Captain said you might like some +company." + Beverly smiled. "That was nice of him. He's right; I'm +getting a little bored. Just a second, I'll get us some tea." + Quickly she crossed the room and ordered two Darjeelings - +Deanna felt an amused twinge at Beverly's private rebellion - and +some cookies. + "So, what's happening on the ship these days?" Beverly +asked, placing the food between them. + Deanna was unable to hide her surprise. "Hasn't the captain +told you?" + "Not beyond a need-to-know basis. I know that we're still +searching for the Romulans, that they're still being elusive, and +that two more planets have been destroyed in the meantime. He +won't tell me anything beyond that. We'd scheduled some leave +time after Jackie was born, but of course the situation changed +all that. He still wants me to enjoy the last few days of *my* +leave, though, and he's worried that I might get upset about the +way things are going, throw on my uniform, and go marching up to +the bridge to fix things." She laughed. "He's probably right." + "Then maybe I shouldn't say anything, either." + "No, please, talk to me. I love Jackie, but at this point +it's a relief to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with +someone that doesn't require diapers." + Deanna laughed. "Well, as you said, we're still searching for +the Romulan ships. Geordi thinks he's come up with a way to detect +them even if they're cloaked - he presented the method at the staff +meeting, but I didn't understand very much of it, to be honest. I +don't think *anybody* did, except Data. Something about enhanced +tachyons and compressed quantum singularities. But anyway, we +haven't found anything. So mostly, we're just patrolling the area +and waiting." She thought of her long hours on the bridge and +smiled ruefully. "You really haven't missed anything." + "Which explains why Jean-Luc has been so impatient lately," +Beverly concluded. "He doesn't like sitting on a time-bomb." + "Probably." + The two women sipped their tea in companionable silence, +which was interrupted by a baby's cry from the other room. +"Lunch time," Beverly explained, jumping up from her seat. + Deanna watched with some envy as Beverly nursed her tiny +daughter, discreetly shielded by a soft blue blanket - one of +the doctor's purchases at 39-Sierra, Deanna recalled. "It must be +wonderful, having a child of your own to hold," she said. + Beverly smiled softly. "It is. I'd forgotten how much fun +it is to have a baby - lots of work, though," she added, +shifting the child to her shoulder. + "Let me." Deanna took the willingly-proffered baby into her +arms, cradling her gently against her shoulder and patting the +little back. + Beverly watched them with mysterious eyes. "You should try +that with one of your own." + Deanna laughed wistfully. "Not me. Betazoids and Klingons +aren't genetically compatible, and the idea of engineering a child +just seems - well, a lot less fun than just... making one." + The doctor nodded. "Well, if you change your mind, you have +my number." + Deanna shifted the baby down to her lap. "When are you going +back on duty?" she asked, adjusting Jackie's dress. + "Next week. I'm really looking forward to it, but I have to +admit, it'll be hard leaving Jackie every morning." She stroked +the little head affectionately. + Then the ship rocked beneath them. + + "Mr. Worf, aim phasers and fire!" Picard bellowed, leaping to +his feet. + "Aye, sir!" Worf complied instantly. + Picard watched the viewscreen, anxiously searching for any +signs of damage. Streaks of energy ripped away from the +__Enterprise__ and tore toward the suspected location of the +enemy ships. + From the apparently empty space in front of him, three +explosions occurred. Two struck the port ship, which detonated +immediately; the other was hit only once, and the _Enterprise_ +personnel could see its struggles to maintain its position. + "One enemy ship destroyed," Worf announced unnecessarily from +above. "Sensors indicate significant damage to the second ship." + "Is there a third?" + Worf adjusted his sensors slightly. "Yes. It lies +approximately three hundred kilometers off our starboard bow." The +console bleeped at him. "Sir, they are hailing us." + "On screen." + Instantly, the indignant face of a Romulan general filled the +screen. "What is the meaning of this?!" he roared. + Picard's jaws clenched. Tightly, he said, "This is Federation +territory, sir. If you fire on a Starfleet vessel, you may expect +us to return the favor." + The Romulan responded with icy fury. "We are defending +Romulan territory! Do you expect us to stand by and do nothing +while the Federation pulls inhabited planets out of orbit? Do you +think we will not defend our people?" + Picard felt a surge of indignation that the Romulans +would accuse them of such things, and then the significance of that +statement slammed into him. "What?" he asked, feeling the blood +drain away from his face. + The general leaned forward accusingly. "In the past seven +months, six Romulan planets have been ripped out of their proper +orbits and destroyed - all in this quadrant, all bordering +Federation territory. Over seventeen billion people have been +killed. Did you really think you could get by with such an +atrocity?" + Picard stared at him. "Sir, I must inform you that five +Federation planets have been destroyed in this manner as well." + The General snorted contemptuously. "Do you really expect me +to believe you?" + "What you believe or don't believe is not the point," Picard +said, making a determined effort to keep his temper. "I will +transmit the information now, if you'll receive it." + The Romulan regarded him suspiciously, but Picard thought he +saw the faintest gleam of curiousity behind the other's dark +expression. His eyes narrowed. "Very well. Let us see if you can +substantiate these - rumors." + With a gesture, Picard ordered Worf to transmit the +informtaion. The Klingon obeyed just as quickly as he had before, +but with considerably less enthusiasm. Worf would rather fight the +Romulans than talk to them. + The general leaned forward, studying the materials now +flashing across his viewscreen. When he looked up again, much of +his anger had melted away. "It appears we have a common +problem," he said. + "I've reached much the same conclusion," Picard agreed. +"Would you agree to meet with me and my staff aboard the +__Enterprise__, General -?" + "Valok," the Romulan supplied. "And you, of course, are +Jean-Luc Picard. Your reputation preceeds you, Captain." + Picard nodded tersely. "Will you come aboard, General Valok? +It seems we have much to discuss." + "It does indeed," said the Romulan. He considered it. "Very +well. I and two of my aides will come aboard your ship. Valok +out." + "Worf, go greet them. Bring them up to the observation +lounge." Worf headed toward the turbolift, but not before giving +his captain a displeased stare. Picard sighed and tapped his +combadge. "Picard to Troi." + "Yes, Captain?" came the Counselor's pleasant voice. + "Would you please report to the observation lounge? I think +your services might be required." + "Of course, sir." + There was a moment's silence before Beverly's voice came over +the link. "Jean-Luc, is there anything I-?" + "Not now, doctor," Picard said, more harshly than he'd +intended. Cold fear washed over him as he suddenly realized that +the lives of his wife and daughter had been in serious danger, and +only the Fate Riker claimed watched over ships named __Enterprise__ had +saved them. That, and Geordi's extraordinary engineering +abilities, abilities that had enabled them to detect the Romulans +before it was too late. + He swallowed heavily, trying to conceal his sudden trembling. +"Number One, you have the bridge," he said to his First Officer, +and retreated to the observation lounge to calm his nerves before +Valok and his aides arrived. + + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!tadpole.com!uunet!spool.mu.edu!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (5/8?) +Date: 21 Feb 1995 04:50:26 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 216 +Message-ID: <3ibrei$cf5@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f181-189.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6305 + +Hi all! + Sorry for the delay. My computer and I were experiencing +creative difficulties. + +Disclaimer #1: This story is for hopeless romatics and by a hopeless +romantic. If you like subtle intrigue, lots of action, etc., you're +in for a big disappointment - particularly in this section. :) + +Disclaimer #2: Paramount owns every person, every place, and every +thing mentioned in this story lock, stock, and barrel. I'm still +responsible for the story itself. + +Happy reading! + + + + AFTERSHOCK + + part 5 + + + + Lieutenant Commander Data was having a bad day. + Things began to go wrong the moment the Romulan ships +decloaked. Since the launching of the _Enterprise-E_, no one had +had the temerity to actually fire on the Federation flagship. The +destruction of the _Enterprise-D_ notwithstanding, Data had begun +to feel safe and secure on board its successor. + Then there were the Romulans themselves. Though he'd had +interactions with their race in the past, he hadn't realized they +were quite so... aggravating. Their arrogance, their +condescension toward a species that Data had always admired - well, +it set his teeth on edge. + And to top it all off, after somehow persuading General Valok +and his aides that the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire faced +a common threat, Captain Picard had laid the problem of *defining* +that threat squarely in Data's lap. He'd looked forward to a nice, +quiet evening in his quarters, practicing his violin or playing +with Spot's latest batch of kittens, but that would have to be +postponed now. + He sighed heavily. + "Something wrong, Data?" + Commander Riker stood just down the corridor, a sympathetic +grin on his face. Data grinned back, ruefully. + "No, sir. I was merely lamenting the fact that my evening +will not be spent as I intended." + Riker's grinned broadened. "Just think how the Captain feels. +He's got to inform Starfleet Command that they were *wrong* about +the Romulans - and you know how Starfleet Command feels about being +wrong about anything. And *then* he's got to go home to his +wife." + For a moment, Data was puzzled. Returning to one's spouse was +generally considered to be a pleasant experience, particularly when +there was a young child at home. + Then he remembered the scene on the bridge. + "Oh, dear," he said. + "My thoughts exactly," Riker said, giving Data a +conspiratorial thump on the shoulder. "The bachelor life for me, +my friend." And then he headed off down the corridor. + Data, for his part, resumed course toward the science lab. +Suddenly, an evening spent with the computer didn't seem so bad. + + Captain Picard sighed and pushed his fingers against his weary +eyes. Taking another sip of his Earl Grey, he continued his entry: + "The Romulans finally agreed to accept us at our word, and +acknowledge that we have a common problem. They have returned to +their surviving ship, requesting time to brief their government." + He took another sip of his tea. "Computer, encode and send to +Admiral Alynna Nechayev, priority one." + The bleep of the computer blended smoothly with the chime at +his door. + "Come," he called. + The door opened and Commander Troi walked in. "Good evening, +Captain," she said pleasantly. + "Commander," he replied, remembering that Troi often took the +delta shift to facilitate her other duties as ship's counselor. + "Work about done?" she asked. + He nodded tersely. "Only just." + "Good. Then I can tell you to go home." + He was somewhat taken aback by the firmness of her tone. + "I'd advise you to go home at once, Captain," she said, and +this time there was no mistaking the command in her voice. +"Beverly was quite upset after she tried to contact you." + For a moment, he could only stare at her. Then he said, "Oh, +dear." + "Precisely." + "Was she terribly angry?" he asked meekly. + Deanna smiled reassuringly. "I wouldn't worry about it *too* +much. It's only natural to react with anger when someone you love +has been threatened. However, given Beverly's particular +temperament, it might not be wise to let it fester." + He was already on the turbolift when he heard Deanna say, +"Good night, Captain." + + Although it was very late, he'd hoped Beverly might be up, +waiting for him. But the lights in the main cabin were out and the +windows darkened, a sure sign that she'd turned in for the night - +and that she was angry with him. For a brief moment, Jean-Luc +Picard, who had faced down countless enemies, endured a multitude +of attacks, and survived more than one "Captain Picard Day", seriously +considered spending the night on his ready room couch. Then a soft +baby's gurgle came from the bedroom; he sighed and headed in that +direction. + Beverly was sound asleep, their infant daughter playing on the +bed beside her. Picard watched them a moment, delighting in the +scene before him. Once, he'd never dreamed he'd share a home and a +life with the former Beverly Crusher. Now, she lay peacefully on +their bed, their child playing contentedly beside her. + Jackie's head turned toward him as he approached. She gurgled +once, regarding him gravely for a moment before returning to the +serious matter of trying to stuff her toes into her mouth. + He crossed to the bed and sat down beside his wife, studying +her sleeping face. Never had he seen her so tired as she had since +Jackie's birth, but he'd never seen her so happy, either. She was +so precious to him. And their little girl, Jackie... He rubbed +her little tummy and was rewarded by a delighted smile and what +might have been a giggle. The thought of what might happen to them +twisted his heart. + Slowly, tenderly, he leaned forward to kiss Beverly's cheek. +He hadn't wanted to wake her, only to reassure himself that she was +there, real, warm and safe in their bed with their infant daughter +playing in her arms. But she came awake at his touch, reluctantly +blinking the sleep out of her weary eyes. + "Jean-Luc...?" she asked vaguely, looking around as if she +were faintly disoriented. "Wha -?" + "Shhh. Go back to sleep," he whispered, caressing her arm. +"I just wanted to reassure myself that you and Jackie are all +right." + She pushed herself upright and pushed the hair out of her +eyes, blinking at him in confusion. "We're fine," she said. "Why +wouldn't we be?" + "The attack..." he began. + "Oh, the attack," she repeated, and then remembered that she +was angry with him. Her gaze swung into focus. "And what did you +mean, just clipping me off like that? Just because I'm your wife, +you don't have to answer my questions anymore? I'll be Chief +Medical Officer again pretty soon, and you'd better not interrupt +me like that *then*, or-" + He stopped her by planting a firm kiss on her lips. He +slipped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close, +stroking her hair tenderly. + "Jean-Luc, what's wrong?" she asked. All trace of her anger +was gone, replaced by compassion and concern. + "It's just... hearing your voice made me realize what +might've happened... how you and Jackie might've been killed by my +actions. It frightened me. I've never had so much to lose before, +not even with Nella Daren..." + He cursed himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. +The flash of pain in her eyes was unmistakable. Weakly, he smiled +for her. "I'd forgotten how difficult it is to have someone I love +under my command." + Jackie squirmed, and Beverly laid a tender hand against the +baby's downy head. "You've put me at risk before," she reminded +him softly. + He looked at her, saw the tears pressing against the backs of +her eyes, felt her grief and pain as his own. He reached out and +cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "But never as my +wife," he pointed out. "I'd never admitted to myself how much +putting you at risk bothered me, how empty I'd feel if anything +ever happened to you. Those others... they were all just affairs, +empty and meaningless in the long run. But you... you're so much +a part of me, I don't even know where I end and you begin anymore. +I can't imagine my life without you in it - and Jackie," he added, +feeling a thump against his thigh as the baby stretched. He +reached down and lifted her up, holding her tightly against his +heart. "I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to either of +you," he said. + Beverly only looked at him. Finally, she said, "I wish I knew +what to say. We both knew that there were risks when we entered +Starfleet; we just never realized we might be risking each other." + Startled, he turned from his contemplation of his daughter to +stare into her eyes. Yes, she was right: he was as much at risk +as she. His position didn't require him to beam down to unfamiliar +planets, didn't ask that he expose himself to all sorts of unknown +disease or pestilence, but his life was in danger, too. Starfleet +life was exciting, stimulating, invigorating - anything but safe. + Jackie grabbed a handful of her father's shirt and earnestly +attempted to stuff it into her mouth. + "I think she's hungry," he said, passing the infant back into +Beverly's arms. + "She shouldn't be. I'd just been feeding her when you came +in." + "I think you'd been asleep for some time, actually." + "Mmm." + Picard reached out and rubbed Beverly's neck, delighting in +the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, while Jackie slurped +happily in her mother's arms. Slowly, she leaned against him, and +gently Picard cradled his wife and daughter against his heart. + "I guess we've made up," Beverly concluded as Jackie finished +her meal. She lowered the infant to her knees and readjusted her +nightgown. + "I guess so," Jean-Luc agreed, kissing her neck. + "Stop that," Beverly chuckled, pushing him gently away. The +expression she turned toward him was serious. "Jean-Luc, this won't +be the last time we have to face this problem." + "I know," he said. + "So what are we going to do about it?" + He shrugged. "I don't think there's anything we *can* do about +it. We'll just have to face each situation as it arises, and try +to remember above all else that we love each other." + She smiled at him, her face suddenly warm and inviting. +"That's true," she said, leaning forward and kissing him +passionately. + Jackie cooed with delight. + + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!post.its.mcw.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (6/8) +Date: 25 Feb 1995 05:44:13 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 306 +Message-ID: <3img3d$dp5@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f180-110.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6508 + +Disclaimer #1: This story is by a hopeless romantic, and for hopeless +romantics. If you are not one, this is not the story for you. + +Disclaimer #2: Paramount owns every person, place, and thing mentioned +in this story. The story itself, for good or ill, belongs to me. + + + + AFTERSHOCK + + part 6 + + + Jean-Luc Picard awakened with a smile on his face. His wife +lay curled close beside him, her long red hair spilling softly +across his chest. Deeply content, he reached out and gathered her +into his arms. + She sighed and woke up. "Good morning, darling." + "Good morning." He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled +against him. The weight of her head on his shoulder was warm and +reassuring, comforting in the midst of so much uncertainty. Her +hand rested lightly against his chest, absently tracing little +circles with her fingers. + "I go on duty in an hour," he said. "I have to brief General +Valok." + She sighed. "I know." + "Beverly -" + Something in his tone must have warned her; she withdrew her +hand and shifted so that she could meet his eyes. "What?" + "Beverly - I know you've enjoyed some time off, taking care of +Jackie, but... I don't suppose you'd be willing to come back on +duty a little early?" + She sat up and stared at him incredulously. "You really mean +it?" + "I do. Something about this whole situation just strikes me +as... well, *wrong*. I can't put my finger on anything and say +'this is what's bothering me', but I feel the need to be prepared +for any eventuality. I want this ship's Chief Medical Officer to +be the best there is. Dr. Selar's done an excellent job, but, +well, she's not you." + Beverly's smile was radiant. "When do I start?" she asked. + + Data sighed. + "How's it going, Data?" Geordi asked, entering the lab with a +steaming mug of coffee in his hands. + Data turned to look up at his friend. "Not well, I am afraid. +I believe I am experiencing a new emotion." + "And what would you call this new emotion?" + "I believe it is frustration." + "I see." Geordi took another sip of his coffee. "Then the +question is: what are you going to do about it?" + Data frowned. "In the past, I have often analyzed the +reactions of my friends and colleagues. Captain Picard, for +instance, most typically responds to a frustrating situation by +maintaining an icy reserve. Dr. Picard, on the other hand, +exhibits a disconcerting tendency to shout. Commander Riker +swears, Counselor Troi employs Betazoid mind-relaxation techniques, +and Worf kills graphic incarnations on the holodeck. However, I +have decided to employ *your* particular methodology." + "And that is?" There was no mistaking the amusement in the +engineer's voice. + "I have decided to forge ahead, as it were, and not relent +until my goal has been accomplished." + Geordi finished his coffee and set the empty mug in the +disposal. "That's very flattering, Data. But in the end, you're +going to have to find your own way to deal with these - more +turbulent -emotions." + Data nodded. "I know. But you have a lifetime of feelings to +draw upon, and human intuition to guide you. I possess neither of +those qualities." + Geordi shook his head. "All right, Data. Whatever works. +Now, what's causing your frustration?" + The android swivelled back toward the computer display. "The +Captain has asked me to find the cause of the destruction of the +Romulan and Federation planets. Despite my best attempts, I have +been unable to do that." + "Well, what have you found so far?" + "Very little." He called up a different image, this one a map +of the sector, displaying all relevant systems. "The planets +destroyed are of no particular strategic or economic importance, +beyond that they all lie near the Neutral Zone. Most were simply +colonies, two were scientific outposts, and one a recreational +outpost for Romulan Senators." + Geordi frowned, peering closely at the screen. "What about +the *order* in which they were destroyed? Maybe there's a pattern +here, something we can chart, and then predict where it'll happen +next." + Data entered a few commands, connecting the planets in +sequential order. What was revealed most closely resembled Spot's +favorite strand of yarn: tangled inextricably, and with no +particular pattern. + "Well, so much for that theory," Geordi sighed. + "I, too, discarded that possibility. Then it occurred to me +that perhaps it was some aspect of the planets themselves which +enabled these disasters. But I can find only one commonality: +they all contain a core of ferrous metal." + "Iron, eh?" Geordi tapped his teeth thoughtfully. "What +about the magnetic flux?" + Data raised an eyebrow. Quickly, he called up the +information. "The magnetic flux of each planet displays a small +but significant disruption." + "Enough to change a planet's orbit?" + "Enough to shift the planet a few degrees," Data confirmed. +"Yes, that would be sufficient." + "Well then." Geordi leaned forward, studying the display with +an almost palpable intensity. "What could cause that?" + "No known natural phenomenon has such an effect." He paused, +considering. "However, these patterns are reminiscent of an older +method of propulsion, discarded by the Federation in 2132. It +involved using magnetic resonance to fuel the warp drive. The +project was quickly abandoned, however. It was deemed erratic, +unpredictable, inefficient, and unstable." + Geordi pointed to the sector map again. "That looks pretty +unpredictable to me." + Data sat shock-still for a moment, and then his fingers began +to fly over the console. + "What are you doing, Data?" + "If I am right, I will soon have a possible explanation to +offer Captain Picard." + + It felt good to be in uniform again, Beverly Picard decided as +she finished brushing her hair. She loved her family beyond words, +but somehow being a full-time wife and mother wasn't enough. She +needed to get back to her duties. + She emerged from the bedroom to find her husband finishing +breakfast preparations, trying to balance two coffee mugs, a plate +of croissants, a bottle of milk, and Jackie - all in one arm. The +other was laden with Jackie's favorite blanket, diapers, and a +stuffed bunny. + "Here, let me help you with that," she chuckled, coming across +the room to gather her daughter into her arms. "You don't need to +do everything all at once, you know." + His eyes lit up at the sight of her. "You look wonderful. +I'd forgotten how good that uniform looks on you." + She could feel a faint blush warming her cheeks. "Is that an +appropriate remark from the Captain of this ship to his Chief +Medical Officer?" she asked teasingly. + "Probably not," he admitted. "But it *is* an appropriate +observation from a devoted husband." + She laughed lightly and set Jackie in her chair. "Flattery +will get you everywhere, Captain." + Their playful banter was interrupted by the chime of the door. +"Come," they called as one. + The doors slid aside to reveal Deanna Troi, looking more than +just a little stressed after her night on the bridge. "Oh, good +morning, Captain," she said, sounding a little surprised to see him +there. "I thought you'd be on the bridge." + "Not quite yet," he admitted. Then, shooting a teasing glance +at Beverly, he said, "My wife had other plans for me this morning." + "Oh." Deanna shifted her weight slightly, obviously unwilling +to interrupt what she thought she was interrupting. "I was just +wondering if you'd be willing to let me borrow Jackie for the +morning. I'd like to take her for a stroll in the arboretum." + "Sure," Beverly Picard replied. "She needs a babysitter +anyway." + "Babysitter?" Deanna asked, and then realized that the doctor +was in uniform. "Going back on duty?" + "By order of the Captain," she replied, giving Jean-Luc a +tender smile. "Seems he wants his staff back in place to deal with +this new threat." + "A sensible decision," Deanna said. "I can take the baby, +then?" + "Absolutely. Just let me get her things." + "She likes to be cuddled," she heard him tell Deanna, lifting +his daughter out of her highchair and demonstrating. "She's just +been fed; she'll probably take a nap fairly soon. But she's in a +good mood this morning; you're lucky." + Deanna received the baby into her arms with a curious +expression on her face. "In some ways," she said softly. + + "That's it!" Geordi La Forge exclaimed excitedly. "Data, +you've found it!" + "This is merely the most likely explanation," Data replied +calmly, though a broad smile illumed his face. "I could be wrong." + Geordi wasn't listening. "It's the only explanation that +covers everything. Data, you did it!" He slapped the android on +the back, then wished he hadn't. Data's back was considerably more +solid than the human equivalent. + Data continued to look skeptical. "It is certainly possible," +he agreed finally. "Now the question is: how will the Captain +take the news?" + + The air of the arboretum was cool and refreshing, a pleasant +change from the tensions of the bridge. Unfortunately, her three +companions were less appreciative than she, and Deanna was +beginning to wish that she hadn't thought it up. + That was when things began to go seriously wrong. + + "An *accident*?" the Captain demanded incredulously. + "That is correct, sir," Data replied, so calmly that for a +moment Geordi wondered if the android hadn't removed his emotion +chip for this encounter. "It seems that someone as yet +unidentified has developed a warp drive similar to one discarded by +the Federation many years ago. The primitive nature of this warp +drive suggests that this may be their first attempt at interstellar +travel. Further, the pathway of the destruction is erratic and +unpredictable, suggesting that the ship is no longer under the +strict control of its occupants." + "An accident?" Captain Picard repeated. "Nine planets +destroyed, billions of people killed, and you're telling me it's +all because of some colossal *mistake*?" + "Actually, it's kind of surprising this sort of thing doesn't +happen more often," Geordi put in. "Achieving interplanetary +travel is a difficult thing, and sometimes we really don't know the +long-term consequences. I mean, look at how recently we discovered +that our own warp technology is damaging the fabric of the +universe. If we're encountering a new culture just venturing out +into space...." + Picard's face remained calm, but Geordi knew him well enough +to see the thunder behind his eyes. "Can we track them?" + Data considered. "A warp technology employing magnetic fields +would leave a residual trace in the surrounding subspace. A minor +modification of our forward sensors should enable us to follow +their trail." + For a moment, the Captain simply sat there. His expression +did not change in the slightest, but Geordi had the impression that +he was making a determined effort to get his temper under control. +Then he nodded tersely. + "Make it so," he said. + + Beverly Picard was in sickbay, going about her duties as Chief +Medical Officer of the _Enterprise_. She tried not to smile in +delight as she tended the minor hurts and ailments of the crew; +they might mistake her joviality for a lack of respect for their +injuries, instead of her joy at being back where she belonged. + She recognized Jackie's outraged wails well before the doors +hissed open. Beverly winced; her daughter had a powerful set of +lungs, and was showing signs of developing the legendary Howard +temper. + The doors opened to admit a haggard-looking Deanna Troi, +wearing an expression that said she wished she was anywhere but +here. There was mud splattered on her pink pantsuit, and twigs +tangled in her hair. + Beverly raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't quite finished with +her patient yet. Quickly, she finished healing the sprained ankle, +then fixed the young ensign with a stern glare. "Next time, young +man, I'd advise you to program a few less boulders into the river. +White water rafting can be dangerous, and next time it might not be +so easy to fix." + The ensign grinned. "Yes, ma'am." + He gave her a cocky salute - an outdated gesture if ever there +was one - and slipped down from the biobed. Beverly pocketed her +tricorder and crossed the room to her screaming daughter. + "Now, what seems to be the trouble here?" she asked, gathering +the disgruntled baby into her arms. She kissed the tiny head, +bouncing the baby slightly to quiet her. "Hush, Jackie. There's +nothing wrong with you." + "No, she's fine," said Deanna wearily. "*I'm* about ready to +jump off the port nacelle, but Jackie's fine." + Beverly flashed her an amused glance and indicated her office +with a nod of her head. "Why don't you come in and tell me about +it?" + Deanna followed her into the office and flopped +unceremoniously unto the consultation couch. "Ugh. I don't even +know where to start." + "Don't be stuffy," Beverly said, patting her daughter's back +comfortingly. "Start at the middle and work outward." + Deanna did. "I should have known things would go wrong when +Worf started grunting," she admitted ruefully. + "Grunting?" + "You know." She produced a fair imitation of Worf's unhappy +grumbling. "He wouldn't talk to me. And then Alexander fell into +the pond -" + "That's how you got mud all over you, I assume." + "- and I gave Jackie to Worf so that I could clean Alexander +up, and Worf held her like she was an arboreal death adder, or some +other venomous creature." + Beverly couldn't help smiling at the image. "I can see how +Jackie wouldn't appreciate that." + "It's not funny, Beverly," Deanna told her seriously. + "I'm sure it's not," she agreed, chuckling. + "You," Deanna told her, "are no help at all." + "Deanna," said Beverly, laying a reassuring hand on her +friend's arm. "Don't be so upset. Jackie wasn't permanently +damaged, and as far as I can see, the only thing you did wrong was +handing her to Worf in the first place. Didn't you know that Worf +dislikes babies?" + "I do now." Deanna sighed wistfully. "It'll be a long time +before I try anything like that again." + Beverly shifted the baby in her lap. "Well, you're off duty +now, so you can go back to your quarters and sleep. You'll feel +better after that." + "Mmm. That's really not fair, you know." + "What?" + "That." With one accusing finger, she pointed to the baby, +who was now playing happily in her mother's arms. "Do you have any +idea how hard I tried to calm her down?" + Beverly laughed. "A mother's touch, I suppose." + "Well, I think I'll go back to my quarters and take a nap. +This day hasn't started out too well; maybe I'd better give it +another try." + At the moment, the Captain's voice came over the intercom. +"Senior officers, please report to the bridge." + Deanna sighed. "Well, so much for that nap." + + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!post.its.mcw.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (7/8) +Date: 25 Feb 1995 05:51:25 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 292 +Message-ID: <3imggt$dp5@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f180-110.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6510 + +I don't know about the rest of you, but some of this came as a surprise +to me. :) + +Disclaimer #1: The hopeless romantic stuff again. + +Disclaimer #2: Paramount owns every person, place, and thing mentioned +in this story. + + + AFTERSHOCK + part 7 + + + The _Enterprise_ dropped out of warp in a dazzling display of +light and color, perfectly paralleling the movements of the Romulan bird +of prey flanking her. + The atmosphere on the bridge was strained, to say the least. +The Captain held his chin in his fist, his brow furrowed and his +jaw clamped tightly shut. Riker sat leaning forward, hands braced +against his knees like a cat ready to spring. From tactical, Worf +glowered over them all, a silent and foreboding sentinel. + Quickly, Troi crossed the bridge and sat down; Beverly, after +a worried glance at her husband, took a position just beyond Riker. + "What's going on?" Deanna asked quietly. + "We're tracking the enemy ship," Riker answered. + "Alien ship detected," Data announced. "Fifty billion +kilometers and closing." He entered a few more commands. "Coming +into range visual range now." + "On screen." The Captain rose to his feet, tugging his jacket +into place. + A breathtaking field of stars spread out before them, +perforated by a small ship veering wildly from its course, if +indeed it had a course at all. It zigged and zagged erratically, +sometimes even looping through its own path, lurching forward at +warp speed one moment, and shuddering to an almost-halt the next. + Deanna felt sickened. The waves of hopelessness, of despair, +of fear, emanating from that ship were almost overwhelming. She +carefully raised her mental barriers, and the waves receded. +"Captain-" she began. + He didn't hear her. "Is there anybody even *piloting* that +thing?" he asked, lurching to his feet. + Data frowned at his console. "Sensors indicate fifty-two +life-forms aboard the alien vessel," he confirmed. "More than +that, I cannot say." + "Captain -" Deanna began again, and then his attention was +consumed by other matters. + + "Sir, the Romulan bird of prey is powering up their forward +disrupter array," Worf announced from tactical. + "At us?" He couldn't believe it. Why now, when they were so +close to solving this mystery? + "No, sir. At the alien ship." + Picard bit back an angry curse. "Hail them." + Worf tried. "They are not responding." + "Disrupters are at a sufficient intensity to completely +annihilate the alien ship," Data said. + Picard clenched his jaw, fervently hoping that his next +decision was the right one. "Mr. Worf, aim photons at the Romulan +weapons banks and fire." + "Aye, sir," Worf replied with a great deal of satisfaction. + Bursts of energy ripped away from the _Enterprise_ and +impacted with dreadful beauty against the Romulan ship. + "Weapons systems destroyed, sir," Worf announced. + General Valok appeared on the viewscreen. "Picard!" he +demanded angrily. "What is the meaning of this?" + "General Valok." He couldn't keep the ire from his voice. "I +might ask you the same thing." + The Romulan lifted his chin. "I will not stand by and let +anyone destroy six Romulan planets and get by with it," he said +coldly. + "I assure you, Valok, that should we discover that these +people committed these atrocities knowingly or willingly, they will +answer to *both* our governments. But they cannot answer for +anything if they are dead." + "They have committed murder," Valok said. "In a Romulan +court, that is cause for execution." + "This is not a Romulan court, Valok. And you are not a jury." + Valok's face was hard as stone. "I am a duly appointed +official of the Romulan Senate, Picard. In this situation, I am +all the jury required." + "For Romulus, perhaps. You cannot, do not, and will not stand +for the Federation." + "The Federation is weak, Picard. You do not punish as crimes +deserve. You are willing to let the deaths of thousands of +children go unpunished." Valok's face was hard as stone, but +something deeper lingered behind his eyes. "Children, Picard. How +would you feel if it had been *your* daughter on one of those +planets?" + "I can't answer that," he replied, and then - "Are you saying +-?" + The general's face was filled with cold defiance. "Yes. My +wife and daughter were on Ariaka when it was destroyed." He +remained quiet a moment, and then added, "She was only six." + Picard felt a wave of sympathy for the man. This was not a +Romulan talking to a Terran, this was one father sharing his grief +with another. Jackie was only an infant, just beginning to be a +person, but already she was dearer to him than life itself. + He could not resist glancing at his wife. Beverly sat still +and passive in her place, but her face had gone pale, and her eyes +were filled with shadows. Beverly knew she was thinking of the +little girl on Bett'au VII, the little girl she had not quite been +able to save, and another little girl she called her own. + What would it be like, he wondered, to lose that little girl +six years from now? + Still, his fundamental beliefs would not let him go so easily, +and the old adage 'an eye for an eye' tended to leave everybody +blind. + "I am sorry for your loss, Valok," he said quietly. "I cannot +imagine what you must be going through. But I *do* know that +destroying that ship will not bring your daughter back." + "It will not," said Valok, colder than the depths of space. +"But I *will* have my revenge, Picard." + "Maybe," he agreed. "But not today." He made a short, +chopping gesture at Worf, and the general's image disappeared from +the viewsceen. + Picard sighed, feeling suddenly older than the universe, and +just as cold. + And he still had work to do. + He returned to the command center. "Mr. Data, can we +establish communications with the alien vessel?" + Data frowned. "Yes, sir. Their communication and sensor +systems are primitive, but they do have visual capabilities." + Picard nodded. "All right, then. Hail them. Let's see what +they have to say for themselves." + The image that appeared on the screen was only faintly +humanoid. Large, slitted eyes regarded them distantly, the +expression in them almost impossible to determine. Picard glanced +at his crew, but none of them showed any signs of recognition. + "Who are you?" it asked, its voice rasping and musical all at +once, like velvet on sandpaper. + Slowly, Picard rose to his feet. "I am Captain Jean-Luc +Picard of the Federation starship _Enterprise_," he said. + The creature regarded him from unblinking eyes. "What do you +want?" it asked. + Well, that was abrupt enough. "We wanted to talk to you about +some planets you may have encountered," he said. + The screen went blank. + For a moment, Picard simply stood there, too stunned to even +be angry. Then Riker said, "We must've hit a nerve." + Worf growled. "They are too dishonorable even to admit their +crime." + "No, that's not it," Troi said urgently. "Captain, you must +listen to these people. They're *terrified*." + Startled, the Captain turned to her. "Terrified? Of what?" + Troi's expression grew distant as she tried to probe the alien +ship. "Of ... us. They saw us turn our phasers on the Romulans. +And... they're far from home, lost... they don't know how to get +back." + So Data had been right. Mentally, Picard reminded himself +never to doubt his officer again. + Picard looked toward his other officers. Geordi stood at the +engineering station, looking helpless. Riker's gaze rested on +Troi, then slid away uncertainly. Worf looked like he'd just as +soon destroy them all, and have done. And Beverly... She remained +silent, but he knew her too well not to understand her expression: +there's been enough death. + He made his decision. + "Hail them again, Mr. Worf." + The image appeared on the screen again. + "Leave us alone," the creature said. + Picard shook his head. "Oh, no. I can't do that. Your +technology is believed to be responsible for the destruction of +nine planets in this sector. We cannot let you go without at least +preventing the possibility of more destruction. And..." he paused, +glancing uncertainly at the ship's counselor. She nodded +encouragingly, and he continued. "We have reason to believe you +may require our assistance." + The creature hesitated. "You... would help... us?" + "We will gladly lend whatever aid we can," he said. "Will you +permit us to help you?" + The creature now regarded him with unmistakable suspicion. +"At what price?" + Had they encountered the Ferengi? "Only that you let us learn +more about your people, and that your solemn word never to allow +such catastrophies to happen again." + There was a brief pause. "That is acceptable." + A very succinct people, at least. "Very well. Commander +Riker, prepare an away team. Let's see what we can do." + Riker nodded shortly. "All right. Geordi, Data, Worf, and +Dr. Picard. Let's go." + The Captain rose to his feet. It was the first time since +their marriage that he'd had to let Beverly go into such a +dangerous mission. Even on Bett'au VII, she'd been reasonably +safe. These aliens could still be hostile, could rip the away team +apart in a matter of seconds if they so chose. Part of him wanted +to go to her, to stop her from going or at least to kiss her good- +bye, but he knew that wouldn't be appropriate. She had her duties +to perform, and he couldn't ask her to be less than what she was. + Besides, she'd proven time and again that she was more than +able to take care of herself. + Beverly, however, sensed his uncertainty. She stopped as she +passed in front of him, giving his hand a surreptitious squeeze. +"I'll be all right," she promised, her voice carrying no further +than his ear. + Then she stepped onto the turbolift and was gone. + The Captain settled into the reassuring embrace of his command +chair and steeled himself to wait. + + The room into which the away team materialized was like +nothing Riker had ever seen. The lighting was dim, the temperature +far too high, and the ship seemed to lean in on itself. Even +during their encounter with Gomptuu, the lines had been smooth and +flowing, and so, vaguely familiar. There was nothing familiar +about this ship. + The creatures started as they appeared, shying away from them. +They were considerably smaller than they had appeared on the +viewscreen; even the tallest came no higher than his elbow. + Riker put up his hands, showing that they were empty. +(Hopefully, the aliens wouldn't recognize the phasers hanging at +their hips for what they were.) "We're here to help," he said +softly. + Dr. Picard moved forward. One of the aliens was injured, or +so it seemed: a bright, orangish fluid seeped forth from one of +its limbs, and its color was a little less green than its +compatriots. + The creature shied away from her approach. + "No, it's okay; I'm a doctor. I just want to be sure you're +all right." With a smile that would have disarmed a Borg, she +moved toward it again. + The thing simply skittered further away. + Dr. Picard heaved an exasperated sigh, flicking a reproving +glance at Riker. "This is going to take a long time if they keep +this up." Making sure that she had the creature's attention - it +wasn't hard to do, all eyes in the room were on her - she turned +the tricorder on herself, using it to show that it would do them no +harm. Then she approached the alien again. + It quivered, but let her examine its arm. + Riker watched as she studied the readout, saw the unhappy +frown on her face. "What is it?" he asked. + "Their physiology's completely different from ours. It's +going to take me a moment to see if the tricorder can come up with +anything similar." She paused, thoughtfully biting her lower lip. +"Ah, yes. Let's see. If I just make this go this way... Yes. +That should work. Here." + Riker had no idea what she was talking about, but he watched +as Picard administered a drug into the alien's system. + The creature stared at her, its eyes going very, very wide, +and then it said something to its companions. Riker didn't quite +catch the comment, but it must have been favorable, for suddenly +the aliens were all crowding around the doctor, touching her face, +her hands, her hair, with wondering curiosity. + Picard looked faintly alarmed, but she made no move to resist. + After that, the aliens seemed more inclined to trust them. +They skittered away from Riker and Data, but they watched with wary +interest as Geordi and the android set about repairing their warp +drive, and they allowed Picard to treat their injuries, following +her around like large, faintly reptilian puppies. + "They must have been through hell," Dr. Picard said, wiping +the sweat from her brow with the back of her sleeve. "They're +suffering from things as basic as broken bones and malnutrition. +I'll have to see what I can do to get them some food." Then her +face blanked. "But I have no idea what they eat." + Riker shook his head. "Do you have a leader?" he asked the +nearest alien. + The thing shied away from him. + Riker sighed. "Maybe you should try it," he suggested to +Beverly. "They seem to trust you." + She heard the frustration in his voice and smiled. "It's just +because I healed them. People are always willing to trust somebody +who's made them well." + Riker grunted. + "Could you tell me who's in charge?" she asked. + The alien regarded her suspiciously for a moment. + Then another voice said, "I am." + The creatures parted to let another of their number through. +This one was slightly taller than the others, slightly bigger of +build, and it bore itself with an unmistakable air of command. +Riker thought he recognized the alien who had spoken with the +Captain. + "I am X'Pet," it said. "I command this sad vessel." + Beverly smiled. "I am Doctor Beverly Picard," she said, +speaking slowly and clearly. "I'm the chief medical officer of the +_Enterprise_. This is Commander Will Riker, our First Officer." + "How do you do?" Riker said, feeling awkward and out of place. + X'Pet bowed. "We are grateful for your assistance. We have +been drifting a long time." + "Well, maybe we can change all that. After we've fixed the +problems here, we'll tow you home." + He was surprised to see a melancholy expression cross the +alien's face. "I am afraid that will not be possible," X'Pet said, +and there was no mistaking the sadness in its voice. "We cannot go +home again, for there is no home awaiting us. We are the last of +the V'Shnar. Our planet was destroyed more than a year ago." + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uwm.edu!news.doit.wisc.edu!news +From: araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu (Tinuviel) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Aftershock, part (8/8) +Date: 25 Feb 1995 18:21:56 GMT +Organization: Division of Information Technology +Lines: 184 +Message-ID: <3insg4$5an@news.doit.wisc.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: f182-099.net.wisc.edu +X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.92.6+ +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6521 + + + + +Whew! It actually turned out to be 8 parts! This is what happens +when you don't plan ahead... + +Next time, if there is a 'next time', I will actually write the whole +thing before I post it. :) + +Disclaimer #1: This story is by and for hopeless romantics. There is +absolutely no intrigue, strategy, or such in this segment AT ALL. It's +just wrapping things up. + +Disclaimer #2: Paramount owns everybody, everything, and everyplace +mentioned in this story lock, stock, and barrel. + + + + AFTERSHOCK + part 8 + + + "Fifty-two people," the Captain whispered. "Fifty-two of an +entire race." + He remembered the horror he'd felt when he'd learned that +Robert and Rene had been killed. When the old _Enterprise_ was +destroyed. His world had literally come crashing down around him. +But at least he could go home again, go back to Earth and France +and all the places that he loved. The V'Shnar no longer could. + "The technology which destroyed so many of our planets was +also responsible for the loss of their own," Data said, his voice +cool and pitying. "Thus, they discovered their mistake almost +instantly, but they could no longer go home to repair it." + What would it be like, he wondered, to be responsible for the +destruction of your own planet? And nine others? + "And they've been wandering about this part of the galaxy ever +since," Riker added. + "What do we do with them now?" asked Beverly. "We can't just +leave them out here, with no warp, very limited power, and the +Romulans determined to extirminate them. They wouldn't survive." + "And they still must face the punishment for their actions," +put in Worf. + Geordi looked at him with disbelief. "You want to do +something *worse* to them than give them the knowledge that they +destroyed their own planet and nine others?" + "There's been enough death," Beverly agreed. "I, for one, +don't want to fill out any more death certificates for a good long +time." + "From the reports of the away team, these are a very timid, +reclusive people," Troi added. "They didn't do this deliberately +or maliciously. It was a *mistake*. A terrible mistake, to be +sure, but an mistake all the same." + "Ignorance is not an excuse," Worf began. + "I tend to agree with the Counselor and Geordi," said Picard, +waving aside the argument boiling among his officers. "We can't do +anything worse to them than they've already done to themselves. +Yesterday, I would have been willing to destroy them. Today, I am +not. The time for vengeance is over. It is time to let them +heal." + +Captain's Log, Stardate 49002.5 In accordance with the wishes of +Starfleet Command, we have taken the V'Shnar ship in tow and are +returning to Federation space. There, a board of inquiry will have +to be joined, but given the circumstances it is quite likely that +those few remaining will be given a planet on which to reestablish +their species. In the meantime, we are learning all we can about +this new culture. + On a happier note, there will be a reception tonight to +acknowledge the arrival of Admiral Alynna Nechayev. She has come +aboard to aid in negotiations with the Romulans, who still believe +the remaining V'Shnar should be executed, and to meet the fifty-two +remaining. Counselor Troi has taken the preparations in hand, +insisting that this will be a good way to release the tension that +has been building up among my crew. + + Captain Jean-Luc Picard stood uncertainly in front of the +mirror, readjusting the collar of his dress uniform for the +thousandth time. + "Stop that. You'll ruin the lines," said his wife, coming up +to stand behind him. She smiled and smoothed the front of his +jacket. "The designer put a lot of thought into these things." + "Then the designer was either an idiot or a sadist," Jean-Luc +replied, taking her into his arms. "You look marvelous." + Unlike her husband, Madame Picard had the option of not +wearing her dress uniform - an option she'd willingly exercised. +Instead, she wore a stunning dark blue gown, cut low against the +creamy skin of her shoulders and slit up one side, for dancing. + Beverly grinned mischievously. "Why, thank you, Captain +Picard." + He sighed and released her. + "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. + He shook his head. "Nothing. Old ghosts." + Beverly laid a comforting hand against his arm. "Is there +anything I can do?" she asked, her eyes dark with concern. + Jackie, oblivious to the mood of her parents, waved her arms +enthusiastically and laughed with delight at her accomplishment. + Jean-Luc began to feel a little, just a very little, better. + "It seems I have everything I could want," he told his wife, +kissing her reassuringly on the nose. "Are we ready?" + "All ready." Gently, Beverly gathered Jackie into her arms, +taking the time to straighten her little dress before turning back +toward him. "Let's go." + + The reception was in full swing by the time the Picards +arrived. Geordi descended on them at once, gleefully taking Jackie +from her mother's care, and several of the V'Shnar surrounded him, +curious to see the baby. Admiral Nechayev stood nearby, talking to +X'Pet, and the other officers were scattered around the room, +laughing and talking and dancing. + He saw the wistful look in Beverly's eye as she watched her +friends moving through the slow and stately rhythm of the waltz. +He repressed a grin; he had a little surprise for her. + "Would you care to dance?" he asked his wife gallantly. + Her delighted smile was all the answer he needed. He led her +onto the floor and took her into his arms. + He led her effortlessly through a complicated series of +steps. "You've been practicing," she said, her blue eyes gleaming +with amusement. + "You noticed," he said, smiling in return, and then sighed +heavily. + "Penny," she said softly. + "I was just thinking about the V'Shnar," he said. "One +experiment run amuck, and now they have to start over. Is fifty- +two enough to reestablish a species?" + "It will have to be," she said. "But they've got our +scientists and technology working for them, too; they'll make it. +And families can grow at an alarming rate." She smiled teasingly. + His smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "And will they be able +to live, knowing what they've done? Will they be able to establish +a home again after such a tragedy?" + "Oh, I don't know," she said lightly. "*We've* certainly +managed to recover nicely." + Picard followed her eyes around the room. Riker stood not far +away, a pretty ensign on his arm. Deanna coached Alexander through +his first waltz, while Worf looked on with a peculiar tenderness on +his face. Data was telling jokes - badly, but not as badly as he +once had. And Geordi sat at the bar, dandling little Jackie on his +knee. The sound of the baby's laugh floated across the room and +brushed his ears like the promise of angels. + Their baby. + In the aftershock of losing the old _Enterprise_, of the death +of his brother and nephew, Jean-Luc Picard had thought he might +never feel whole again. So much guilt. So much wasted time. But +Jackie had changed all that. Jackie... and her mother. + The Captain turned his gaze back to his wife, smiled into her +glorious eyes. Her face was radiant as sunshine. In spite of the +number of people in the room, Jean-Luc leaned over and kissed her +cheek. "We *have* done rather nicely at that, haven't we?" + "I'd say so," she agreed, moving closer to him as the music +slowed. Picard wrapped his arms around her and held her close, her +body soft and warm against his. + Picard felt a surge of contentment. His friends were all +here. His family. He couldn't change the past, couldn't restore +the worlds that were lost, but he could keep the memory of such +things alive. And in the new _Enterprise_, perhaps they could +prevent such tragedies in the future. + And with that thought, he realized something. The +_Enterprise_ had finally become more than just a ship, more than a +huge vessel sailing through the stars. His wedding celebration had +been held here, in this very room. His daughter had been born in +this ship's sickbay. It was here she would take her first steps, +say her first words, here she would learn to talk. Deanna would be +her surrogate aunt; Geordi and Will and Data and Worf her uncles. +The ship would be filled with laughter and friendship and love, +everything that it should be. Safe. Familiar. Comfortable. + Home. + + + + + THE END. + + + + + + + + + + +Amy M. Raduege |It is possible that blondes +araduege@facstaff.wisc.edu | also prefer gentlemen. -Mamie Van Doren + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/agulsrev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/agulsrev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8817fe1f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/agulsrev @@ -0,0 +1,880 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!sdd.hp.com!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: A GUL'S REVENGE part 01 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Sat, 22 Jan 1994 21:00:23 GMT +Lines: 131 + +This NExt Generation story is a continuation of Enterprized +you my optian copies via email of that stoy at the address +at the end of this post or get it at the FTP site listed by +J. Young in his posts. + +This story was written before the episode Pegasus therfore +it does not consider the part of the Tready of Aldgeron which +says Thou shall not devolpe cloaking devices. + +This story is dedicated to my cousin Diana Ratliff +who said why can't a girl command a starship? + +This story is the property of Stephen Ratliff +It may be copied, cross posted, or distrubed to friends but +must keep this paragraph and must not be sold +(unless you send 50% of the profit to me at the address at +the end of the posting) + +===================================================================== + A G U L ' S R E V E N G E + by Stephen Ratliff +----------------------------------------------------part 01---------- + + PROLOGUE + ^^^^^^^^ + + Gul Ducat was mad. He had been doing so well... Until +Marrissa shwed up in the saucer section of the Enterprise. Halfway +to Earth, if it wasn't for that little human female tramp, the +Cardassians would have begun the Second Cardassian-Federation War +with the Federation Capital in shambles. Gul Ducat smashed a piece +of pottery. + I chouldn't even hit her saucer section once, he reflected. +Another piece of pottery became dust. And she had the nerve to +carve 'I lost to a bunch of kids' on my hull. "I'll get her someday +Gul Ducat said as he smashed another member of his Bajor vase collection + + Chapter One + ^^^^^^^^^^^ +Marrissa's Personal Log STARDATE 47576.5 +Still commanding the Enterprise-D saucer section + The Enterprise-C has arrived and Commander Riker has informed +me of my parents deaths. I'm afraid I didn't take it so well. When +I ran back to the Enterprise I bummed into Commander Riker and he +fell in unexspectedly on Quark. As a result when I was talking to +Conselor Reedy of the Arizona, Commander Riker and Quark spent the +time with Doctor Bashir. I don't envy them. + On a better note the Enterprise-D stardrive section is due to +arrive soon I can't wait to find out what Captain Picard has to say +about my actions in the last week. + +Captain's Log STARDATE 57576.91 +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D stardrive +Captain Jean-Luc Picard recording. + The Enterprise is resuming its course to Deep Space Nine after +assisting a damaged Feringi freighter. At DS9 we will pick up the +saucer section and await orders. + + "Something bothering you Captain?" Counselor Troi asked. + "It's this damn will of the Floras's," Picard said + "What about it?" + "It says if no one is willing to adopt Marrissa on the +Enterprise," Picard said, "She goes to Bontiface IV, a planet noted +for its law forbiding its citzens from joining starfleet. + "I sounds like you don't want this to happen," Troi said. + "It's a waste of command potental," Picard replied. + "It may not happen," Troi said. + "You aren't suggesting that I ... " + "Captain urgent hail from Deep Space Nine," Lt. Yarr said. + "On screen," Captain Picard said. Commander Sisko appeared +on the main viewscreen. "What can I do for you Commander?" + "The Cardassians as sending a dozen warship toward Bajor," +Sisko said. "ETA 2 hours. You are the senoir commander in the area." + "Yarr cloak us," Picard ordered. "What ship do we have in the +area? And do those ships have any problems?" + "The Roanoke, our partol ship this month; the Galaxy, which +doesn't even have a skeleton crew; the Enterprise-C; the Arizona; +the Surak, it's due to come in in 20 minutes for a quick supply stop +and return to the Gamma Quad.; and your saucer section," Sisko said. +A PADD was handed to heim from off screen and he read from it. "I just +been informed that the United Federation of Planets Congress has +declared war on the Cardassian Empire after attacks on Vulcan, Risam +Betazed, and numerous starships." + "So it has come to that has it," Picard commented. "Have +Captain Szustakowski of the Roanoke; Captain Morris and Commander +Shelby of the Arizona; Captain Selv of the Surak; Commader Riker +Presently in command of the Enterprise-C; yourself and Marrissa met +me in the obsevation lounge of my saucer section in 30 minutes." + "We will meet you there Deep Space Nine out." + "Contact the saucer section," Picard said. + "USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D saucer section, Marrissa Floras +commanding. Good timing Captain I just came on duty." + "Marrissa we have Cardassians on the way," Picard said. "You +host a meeting of area Commanding Officers in 27 minutes. Prepare the +saucer section to evacuate the civalians from Deep Space Nine." + "Aye sir. Saucer section out," Marrissa said. + "Contact Captain Morris of the Arizona," Picard said. Captain +Melaine Morris appeared on screen in a black evening dress. + "Captain Jean-Luc Picard, I though you were not going to +interupt anymore of my paino concerts," She said. + "After me interupting 10 of them you should no better than to +hold one when I'm coming into your sector." + "I assume your call has to due with the Declaration of War and +the meeting you called for me and my first officer to attend," Captain +Morris said getting down to business. + "Yes, Picard replied. I need you to staff the Galaxy saucer +and stardrive for Commander Shelby and Data respectively. I don't care +where you find staff as long as all starships in the area are staffed. +In fact I don't care if you pull in children." + "I assume from the last statement that Marrissa is still +commanding your saucer section," Morris said + "I have no intention of relieving her at this time," Picard +said. "We need all the expericed commanding officers we can get. +Picard out." + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- + +I hope you enjoyed this the first of about six posting of +my second star trek story. I would love to hear comments and +suggestions from you. Please email me at the address below +or mail me the regular way at my home address also below. + + Stephen Ratliff + at Radford University + +email : regular mail: +sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu S. Ratliff + 5249 Lakeland Drive +Any thing can happen Roanoke, VA 24018 + +Next Post : The Meeting + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: A Gul's Revenge part 02 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Tue, 25 Jan 1994 22:14:30 GMT +Lines: 128 + +This is Part 2 of A Gul`s Revenge, the sequal to Enterprized. +If you wish to obtain copies of any parts to these storys +email me to the address below. Enterprized is also avialable +via the alt.startrek.creative archive. + +============================================================== + A G U L ` S R E V E N G E + by Stephen Ratliff +-------------------------------------------------part 02------ + + Chapter Two + ^^^^^^^^^^^ + + Gul Ducat was standing before the commander of all +Cardassian forces. "Gul Ducat you disappoint me," the commander +said in a deep voice. "You were going to be prefect of Earth +now you will have to settle for resuming you post on Bajor. +DO NOT FAIL ME AGAIN." + + "Captain, did I hear you are not releiving Marrissa?" +Lt. Yarr said. + "Yes," Picard said, "Do you have any objections?" + "I do," Lt. Yarr said. "She is only 12 years old. I don`t +know what possessed you to put her in command in the first place." + "Age was not a factor in that decision," Picard replied. +"Personal and Cloaking device limitations were. It was either +her or Dr Selar. Marrissa won out due to her 21:03 Kabayshi +Maru time. Still objecting?" + "No sir, anyone who can servive 21 minutes in that +scenario deserves command," Yarr replied. + "Now approaching DS9," Ensign Ro said. + "You have the bridge Lt. Yarr," Picard said. "Data." +The two left the bridge via the aft turbolift. + + Picard and Data matterized on the Main Bridge of the +Enterprise-D saucer section. "Captain, I didn't see the +stardrive section arrive," Marrissa said. + "You aren't suppose to and neither are the Cardassians," +Picard said. "Has everyone arrived?" + "Captains Szustakowski and Morris, and Commanders Riker +and Shelby have arrived," Marrissa said. "Captain Selv and +Commander Sisko are on their way." + "When they arrive join us in the observation lounge," +Picard said. + + "I see everyone has arrived," Picard said as Ben Sisko +Captain Selv and Marrissa arrived. As they took a seat Captain +Picard examined the people he had called here. To his right +was Commander Riker who seemed to be in a good mood despite his +fall earlier in the day. Next to him was Captain Matt Szustakowski +of the Roanoke. Captain Szustakowski was a 42 year old man whose +hair was graying at the temples. Next to him was Commander +Benjiman Sisko of Deep Space Nine who seemed to be worried about +the situation. Next in line was Captain Selv of the Surak. No +longer able to play the elf he played when Captain Picard and +several other captains had played Santa for a remote colony, he +fit the role of Santa now. At the other end of the table was +Captain Morris of the Arizona. She had changed into a uniform +but her hair was still done up. To Captain Morris's right was +Commander Shelby. She long hair gave evidence that she hadn't +had time for a hair cut since she left the Enterprise. Next +to her was Marrissa. A 12 year old girl with blond hair, who +would suspect she had such good command ablities. Between the +Girl Captain and Captain Picard was Commander Data who recently +turned down the job of first officer on the Reliant. + "No offense intended, Captain and young lady," Captain +Szustakowski began, "but why is this young lady commanding a +starship?" + "I will second that motion," Captain Selv said. + "I will let your fellow officers answer that," Picard said +smiling. "One fact each. Commander Riker?" + "21 Minute Kabayshi Maru time." + "Captain Morris." + "Captured one top-of-the-line Cardassian warship." + "Commander Shelby" + "50 parsecs inside federation space." + "Commander Sisko" + "Without a single scratch on her command." + "I believe that is enough of our Marrissa admiration society +Picard concluded. "Are you two still objecting to her?" + "No," Captains Selv and Szustakowski said in unison. + "Now one of our advanages will be that the Cardassians will +underestimate the number of ships here," Picard said. "Perhaps by +as much as 4 ships." + "How chould they miss four starships?" Captain Morris asked. + "Commander Riker will explain." + "Besides the Enterprise-D stardrive arriving cloaked," +Commander Riker said. "The Cardassians should also not know about +those ship in the Bajoran Space Orbiting repair dock or BaSOR Dock. +BaSOR Dock orbits in a possition known as Bajor's back door by the +former Bajoran Resistance movement. The Cardassians are unable to +monitor any ship coming or leaving by that route. Thus they don't +know about the Enterprise-C or the Galaxy." + "Thats only three ships," Captain Selv said. + "We will be spliting th Galaxy into two parts," Commander +Riker said. "As Marrissa has shown us that a saucer section can +beat a Cardassian warship. Making four ships." + "Surely the Cardassians will expect the Enterprise-D +stardrive to arrive," Captain Szustakowski pointed out. + "They will," Captain Picard said. "So they will split +their forces to guard the most likely approaches, limiting their +attack forces. Here is my suggested deployment. Mr Data. + "First the Surak will go back to though the wormhole and +return at 0130 hours, 1 mintute 2.678971 seconds into the attack," +Data said. "Mean while the Roanoke will move to guard Bajor and +the Arizona, Deep Space Nice and the wormhole. The saucer sectoin +of the Enterprise-D will handle the civilian evacuation of DS9. +The parts of the Galaxy will emerge from BaSOR Dock at Captain +Picards or Captain Szustakowski's order. The remaining Enterprises +will take out the perimeter guards, while cloaked if possiable." + "Commander Sisko, any runabouts you can provide wil aid in` +your defence," Picard said. "Any comments or suggestions?" + As their where none the meeting was adjoured and the officers +left for their commands. + +--------------------------------------------------------------------- +A guide to who commands what will be available soon +Comments, Suggestions welcome + + Stephen Ratliff + Radford University + Radford, Virginia USA + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet + +Next Post : A little CALMody befor the storm + (Quark of coarse) + + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: A Gul's Revenge part 03 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Thu, 27 Jan 1994 20:29:04 GMT +Lines: 144 + +This is A sequel to Enterprized. parts of which may be +optained from the address at the end of this article. + +This is part 03 of A Gul's Revenge. Parts 01-02 may be +obtained form the address at the eng of this article. + +Chapter Three is dedicated tho my mom who thinks I watch +read and Now write too much Star Trek. + +=================================================================== + A G U L ' S R E V E N G E + by Stephen Ratliff +-------------------------------------------part 03----------------- + + Chapter Three + ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ + Gul Ducat was ploting his battle plans with his fellow +Cardassians. "Ships 1 and 2 will take out Deep Space Nine, 3 and +4 the Arizona, 5 and 6 the Roanoke, AND 7 AND 8 THE SAUCER SECTION +OF THE ENTERPRISE!" Gul Ducat said. Calming down he continued, +"The remaining four ships will lay in wait for the star drive +section of the Enterprise, along the most likely routes." + "Gul Ducat their are five likely routes the Enterprise +chould come from," Gul Dywer the Commander of the ninth ship sait. +"They chould come from Klingon Space, From Romulan Neurtal Zone +Partol, from Earth, from Betazed, or From Vulcan. I need another +ship." + "You can have number 8 then," Gul Ducat said. "I'LL HANDLE +MARRISSA MY SELF!" + +Captain's Log STARDATE 47576.91 +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D saucer section +Marrissa Floras recording + Transport of civilian from Deep Space Nine has begun. +I've put Clara Sutter and Jay Gordon in charge of seeing that +everyone gets abroad. + + Clara Sutter beamed up the first people from Deep Space +Nine. Among them was Keiko and Molly O'Brien, and Jake Sisko. +"Mrs O'Brien, Jake can you assist me?" Clara asked + "What can we do?" Keiko asked. + "Do you know how to operate a transported?" Clara inquired. + "Yes, you don't have an engineer for a husband without +learning something," Keiko relpied. + "Then you can beam people aboard and Jake can assign them +quarters," Clara ordered. "I've got to check on the docking port. +When you are done, let Jake take Molly to your quarter, you got your +old ones, and report to the bridge. Marrissa wants to see you." + + "Marrissa," Jay Gordon said, "With the exception of three +Feringi, all civilains are aboard. Permission to take an away team +to retrieve them?" + "Permission granted," Marrissa said. "Have Jake Sisko +assist if possible." + "Alexander," Jay said as he left his seat. The two boys +entered the aft turbolift. + + Jay Gordon entered the transprorter room with Alexander. +"Jake how would you like to help me retrieve three Feringi," Jay +said. + "Sure," Jake replied. + "Alex, give Jake a communicator and three extras," Jay said. +"And issue us phasers, not that I'm planing orn using them, but it +may help them take us more seriously." The three stepped up on to +transporter disks and Jay continued, "Beam us to Quarks." + As the three boys disappeared Keiko muttered to Molly, "I +knew Quark would cause a problem." + + "Quark you where supposed to leave here an hour ago," odo +said. "The Enterprise is waiting for you." + "Let them go, I'm staying here," Quark said. + Jake Sisko, Jay Gordon and Alexander beamed into Quark's. +"How can we help you, Odo?" Jay asked. + "Mr Quark and his family don't want to leave," Odo said. + "I don't see that he has any choice," Jay Gordon said as +Jake moved around and behind the Feringi. + "Quark apparently disagrees," Odo said. "Not that it would +help him." + "Help him, Rome said. All eye were on Jay, Odo, and +Alexander who was standing between the two. + "The way I see it you either go with these gentlemen, or ... +Odo said. + "The gentlemen stun you," Alexander said as he and Jay +drew their phasers, "and beam you abroard. + Meanwhile Jake had attached all three commucators and +now signaled Jay. + "See you later Odo," Jay said tapping his communicator. +"Six to beam up Mrs O'Brien." + + The six matterized on the transporter platform. "Jake +see to our guests," Jay said. "Mrs O'Brien, Alexander, I beleive +we are wanted on the bridge." Keiko handed Molly to Jake. The +aformentioned threesome left for the bridge. + Quark called after them, "I'm reporting this." + "To who Quark?" Jake asked. "Odo certainly isn't going +to do any thing." + "To this ship's chief of security," Quark replied. + "The Klingon kid is the security chief," Jay said. + "The Commanding officer then." + "Who do you think told them to beam down to get you." + + Meanwhile on the bridge, Jay Gordon, Alexander and Keiko +O'Brien had arrived. The two boys went directly to their stations +Keiko was met by Marrissa at the turbolift. "I've got a job for +you," Marrissa said. "My passengers have been annoying me with +calls ever since they started coming abroad. I have to admit that +a 12 year old girl's voice or even in person is not easy for adults +to obey." + "So you want me to be your liaison officer," Keiko said. + "Excactly," Marrissa relpied. " you can use one of the +aft science stations." + + "Captain we have a count on them," Yarr said. "12 ships." + "Estimated deployment?" Picard requested. + "Two waves of 7 and 5," Yarr replied. "The first wave is +broken into groups of 2, 1, 2, 2, from right to left." + "Ensign Ro set a coarse for the far left Cardassian," Picard +ordered. + + "Patterson take us away from DS9," Marrissa ordered. + "Now clear of DS9," Patterson said after a moment. + "Set a coarse for Bajor, full impluse," Marrissa said. "Alex +keep an eye on those Cardassians. I don't want them sneaking up on +us." + "Aye sir," Alexander said. After a minute had pasted, +Alexander had more information for Marrissa, "Cardassians have +opened on DS9 and the Arizona." + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +Suggests and Comments welcome. +This story was written before Pegasus. + +Parts of Enterprised will remain avialable via email intil one +week after the last part of A Gul's Revenge is posted. +Parts of A Gul's Revenge will remain available intill one week +after a sequel (unnamed at this point) completes its posting + + Stephen Ratliff + Radford University + +email: mail: +sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu 5249 Lakeland Dr + Roanoke, VA 24018 +Anything Can happen and usually does. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!kuhub.cc.ukans.edu!hubble.asymetrix.com!netnews.nwnet.net!usenet.coe.montana.edu!decwrl!koriel!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: A Gul's Revenge part 04 +Message-ID: +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Date: Mon, 31 Jan 1994 17:21:12 GMT +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Lines: 91 + +THis is a sequel to Enterprized. Parts of which may be +obtained via email or from the alt.startrek creative archive. + +This is Part 04 of A Gul's Revenge parts 01-03 may be obtained +via email. if you requested parts before Jan 30 and have not +recieved them email me. + +================================================================ + A G U L ' S R E V E N G E + by Stephen Ratliff +--------------------------------------------------part 04------- + Chapter Four + ^^^^^^^^^^^^ + + DS9 was shaking under Cardassian assult. "Status, Mr. +O'Brein," Commander Sisko asked. + "We've taken several hits to the docking ring sir," +Chief O'Brein said. "The ship the Ganges is after has recieved +damage to weapons and impluse drive. The Rio Grande's target +is unharmed." + "MAjor Kira is doing well, so see if you can help Dax +a little more," Sisko said. "Ask Dax to lure her target nearer +to the wormhole." + + Two Cardassians were circling the Arizona. "Shields at +40%," Lt. Small said. + "Fire phasers and torpedoes," Captain Morris said as +another wave of tropedoes impacted the Arizona. Several people +fell out of their seats. + "Captain, I don't understand this," Lt. Small said. +"One of the Cardassians just exploded. The torpedoes came from +nowhere." + "Send my thanks to Captain Picard," Captain Melaine Morris +said. "But tell him we can handle it from here. Ensign La Motte +bear down on the remaining Cardassian." + + Meanwhile the Roanoke was in trouble. "Captain aft sheilds +are down," Cheif Engineer Lockhard said on the smoky bridge. + "Cathy keep those Cardassians off our tail," Captain +Szustakowski said. "Lt. Muldino contact the Galaxy and see if +they can speed up their arrival." + As Captain Szustakowski turned back toward the main veiwscreen, +a panel behind him blew up. The explosion knocked the Captain +to the deck and implanted several peices of jagged metal in his back. +"Medical Emergance on the Bridge," Lt Commander Mike Walsky, the +first officer said. + "I'm all right Mike," Captain Szustakowski said as he lay +on the deck. + "Respectfully Captain, you have several peices of metal in +your back," Walsky replied. "You are bleeding badly. You will go to +SickBay." + "When they take me off the Bridge you have conn," Szustakowski +replied. "However, they will have to fix either the turbolifts or +transporter before doing so. Therefore, Cathy hard about Lt. fire +phasers." + The Enterprise-D saucer section was 10 minute from Bajor +when Alexander announced, "Marrissa we have a tail." + "On screen," Marrissa replied. Gul Ducat's ship appeared on +the screen. The insciption 'I lost to a bunch of kid's' clearly +visable. "Fire tropedoes. Clara give us All the speed you can get. +We've got civilians to get to Bajor." + + Gul Ducat was attempting to close in on the saucer section. +"Faster helmsman." + "We can't go any faster," The helmsman said. + "Do you want to die, helmsman?" Gul Ducat asked. The Helmsman +indicated he did not. "Then go faster." + "Gul," the weapons officer said, "the enemy ship is firing +on us." + "Ruturn fire with torpedoes," Gul Ducat said as the Cardassian +ship began to close, slowly. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +This story was written before Pegasus so any insight gained in that +episode is not include in it. + +Parts 01-09 of Enterprized will remain available intill one week after +the posting of part 06 of A Gul's revenge. + +A sequel to A Gul's Revenge, Cadet Cruise is being written + +Email me for parts you may have missed. + + Stephen Ratliff + Radford University Student (Fr) + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + +Next Part : The Battle Concludes. + posting arround the 3rd-6th of FEB. 1994 + + +Due to a masive influx of request for part 5 of A Gul's Revenge +I am reposting it. Part 06 will also be reposted. + +Parts of Enterprized are no lnger available. However the complete +version is. + +____________________________________________________________________ + ____ _____ ___ ____ _____ _____ _____ _ ___ + / __//____//__ \ /__ \ /____//__ \ /____//_X__/ + < < __ __| | ___> / __ ___> / ____ ___ + \ \ / / ,/./| | / _/ / / / _/ / __/ / _ \ + ____> >/ /,/ /__| | / /\ \ / / / /\ \ / /__ / / \ \ + /_____//_//________|/_/ /_/ /_/ /_/ \_//____//_/ \_\ + + ___ _ _ ___ __ _ _ _ __ ___ __ + | |_||_ |\ ||_\/ | | _ |_ |\ ||_ |_) | | | | | |\ | + | | ||_ | \||_/\ | |__||_ | \||_ | \/_| | | |__| | \| + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- + A G U L ' S R E V E N G E +-------------------------------------------------------------------- + by Stephen Ratliff + PART 05 + + Chapter Five + ^^^^^^^^^^^^ + The wormhole opened up and the Nebula Class starship + Surak emerged. The less damaged of the two Cardassians attacking + Deep Space Nine began to turn toward it. It didn't complete + the movement. + "Commander, the ship the Rio Grande has been destoryed + O'Brien said. "The Remaining ship is trying to retreat. The + Surak, the Ganges and the Rio Grande are presuing." A flash + filled the screen. "The remaining Cardassian has been destroyed." + + + "Captain, Updates coming in now," Lt Yarr said. "The + Arizona, Deep Space Nine, and the Surak are free of opposition. + The Enterprise-C reports 2 kills. The Roanoke is requesting + addiotional assistance. The Galaxy stardrive and saucer are + on their way to assist the Roanoke. Our saucer section reports + that its opponent is down to 5% sheilds and they remain untouched." + "Set a course for the Roanoke," Picard said. "Cauculate + for warp arrival. Send the Arizona and the Surak to clear the + 2 remaining Cardassians in the 2nd wave. Send the Enterprise-C + to help our saucer section. Decloak and engage." The Enterprise + NCC-1701-D stardrive shimered into existance and went into warp. + + On the Roanoke Captain Szustakowski was still giving orders, + even though a doctor had arrived. "Cathy hard to port," He rasped. + "Fire phasers." The Neubla Class starship moved in on the port + side Cardasian forcing it to retreat some distance or risk + destuction. + "Captain, Message form Captain Picard," Lt.jg. Grubb said + with a puzzled look. "He wants us to sit back and watch the movie." + Suddenly the Enterprise-D stardrive appeared on the port + side its id flashing by. Meanwhile on the starboard side the + Galaxy stardrive arrived. Moments later the saucer section of + the Galaxy came from above its id passing slowly by NCC-10521. + The starships opened fire on the now greatly out numbered + Cardassians. + "Cathy let the others have clear shots," Captain Szustakowski +wheezed. "Course down on the z axis." + Just as the lat Cardassian ship was destroyed Captain Matthew +James Szustakowski's eys closed and the Doctor announced, "He's + dead Mike." The Cadet at the Helm's eyes filled with tears. + + The tropedoes left the Cardasian ship going at near light + speed. Normally they would have reached the saucer section in + no time but they incounter resistance half way there and ran out + of fuel. SO they drifted back and impacted the Cardassian ship + The saucer had no such trouble. The Enterprise-D saucer section + quickly disabled Gul Ducat's ship. + "Marrissa the enamy ship has lost impluse drive, warp drive + and all weapon systems," Alexander reported. + "End firing and cut replusing tractor beams," Marrissa + ordered. + + Medical Log + Cardasian Fourth Order + Ship # 7 + Gul Ducat has been restrained in Sickbay after a rampage on + the bridge. It is my recommendation that he be committed. + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +Parts of A Gul's Revenge are available via email +Enterprized is available in full by both email and the archive. + +I want email. Your comments help me improve my writting if you do not +comment my writting will not improve and my spelling errors may get +worse. + + ______ Stephen Ratliff + _-' . .`-_ + |/ / .. . 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The + Arizona and Surak are paroling the border now. The Enterprise-D + stardrive will be under repair and upgrade intill STARDATE 47615. + The saucer section was undamaged, however it cannot reattach due + to docking latch damage on the stardrive side. The Roanoke will + also be under repair untill STARDATE 47752. + We will be conducting a funeral for Captain Matthew James + Szustakowski, the Florases who died on are last mission and the + 69 others who died under the Cardassian attack. The funeral in + the main shuttle bay of the saucer section of the Enterprise-D at + 0800 hours tomarrow. + I have just returned from the saucer section where I along + with Captain Selv (Surak), Captain Morris (Arizona), Commander + Sisko (DS9), Cadet Katherine Szustakowski (Roanoke), and Marrissa. + set down the proposed regulations for the Kid's crew. They have + been appproved as regulation 214. + + At that moment Marrissa (finally) was handing command over + to Lieutenant Commander Data. + "Marrissa to all Kid's Crew members," She said. "I am proud + of your work for the past week. I hope that it was as enjoyable + for you as it was for me. Captain Picard sends his congratulations + on a Job well done and hopes that StarFleet will be able to use you + in the furture. You will be releaved in the next hour by Crew + returning from the Enterprise-C. Mr Data you have conn." + "Thank you Marrissa," Data replied. "I add my + congratulations to Captain Picard's. Any time you need help + feel to call me." + + After the funeral, Captain Picard stopped by Marrissa's + Quarters. He rang the doorbell. + "Go Away," Marrissa yelled. + "Your aren't Going to let your captain in?" Picard asked. + "Come in then, unless Counselor Troi is with you," Marrissa + said. + Captain Picard entered the quarters. He went over and sat + on the sofa by Marrissa. Marrissa was sitting curled up in a + blankette looking at a picture of her parents. She appeared to + have been crying. + "You aren't going to sit here all day looking at that picture + are you?" Picard said. Marrissa kept silent. "Jay Gordon says you + aren't even receiving his reports." She remained quiet. "The computer +says you haven't eaten since STARDATE 47576.8. If you don't start + eating or receiving visiters Counselor Troi will be down here." + "Any thing but Counselor Troi," Marrissa said as she got + up and went over to the replicator. "Turkey Sandwich number four + and 12oz glass of strawberry juice." + "What have you got against Troi," Captain Picard asked. + "Would you like something?" Marrissa asked, avoiding the + question. + "Tea, Earl Gray, hot," Picard said as he joined her at the + replicator. They picked up their food and sat down at the table. + After a moment of silence Marrissa answer Captain Picard's + question,"I pushed Commander Riker off on of the crossways on the + upper level of the promenade when he informed me of my parents + deaths. I am not looking forward to what Troi has to say about that." + "Commander Riker informed me of your reaction," the Captain + replied. "We decided not to inform the Couselor. So unless Quark + told her she doesn't know. Are you aware of your parents will?" + "Yes," Marrissa said, "I am hoping SOMEONE on this ship + will adopt me." + "Would you like me to do so?" Picard said. + "Yes," Marrissa said brighting. Then with a mischeavious + glimer in her eyes she continued, "Especailly if you let me on the + bridge every once in a while." + "Let you on the Bridge!" Captain Picard replied, "After + this last week I'd let you have the bridge." + + + + Epilogue + ^^^^^^^^ + + Marrissa and Captain Picard were in a shuttle craft on its + way to Lavar, France. + "What I want to know is why Admiral McGuire was so nice + during our debriefing," the Captain asked. "I have never heard + her use such polite langage." + "Maybe she relized that 50% of the ex-Commander of Starfleets + have been Captain's of the Enterprise at one time," Marrissa said. + "Or Maybe she has a maturnal instinct after all." + "Admiral Mc Guire a Matural instinct," Captain Picard + laughed. he noticed that they were neering the Picard family + vineyard. "Where should we land?" + "How about the front lawn?" Marrissa suggested. + + ---------------------The-------------End---------------------------- + + This was A Gul's Revenge part 06 if you would like additional parts + email me. The Entire story Enterprized is also available by email + or in the alt.startrek.creative archive. + + I would like to hear your comments. They will help me with the next + story in this seris _Cadet_Cruise_. Enterprized, will be reposted + along with A Gul's Revenge and the first part of Cadet Cruise the + week of March 13. + + ______ Stephen Ratliff + _-' . .`-_ + |/ / .. . 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Riker Enterprice-C Amb. +Benjiman Sisko Deep Space Nine +Shelby Galaxy,s Galaxy +Lueitenant Commander +Data Galaxy,* Galaxy +Civilian +Marrissa Flores Enterprise-D,s Galaxy + +* Stardrive s saucer + +Ships`s crew in order of appearance + +Enterprise NCC-1701-D saucer +Marrissa Flores Commanding Officer +Clara Sutter Chief Engineer +Keiko O'Brien Transproter Chief/Liaison Officer +Jake Sisko Away Team Member +Jay Gordon First Officer/CMD Away Team +Alexander son of Worf Cheif of Security/Away Team Member +Patterson Supra Conn Officer + +Enterprise NCC-1701-C +CMD William T. Riker Commanding Officer + +Deep Space Nine +Chief Miles O'Brien Chief of Operations +Quark Owner of Gambling Establishment +CMD Benjiman Sisko Commanding Officer +Nog +Rom +Major Kira First Officer/Piloting Ganges +Lt. Dax Science Officer/Piloting Rio Grande + +Arizona +Counselor Reedy Counselor +CPT Melaine Morris Commanding Officer +CMD Shelby First Officer (transfers to Galxay,s) +Lt. 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If there isn't enough sex in it for you, +go read Points of View, or The Delightful Education of Julian Bashir. :-) +If sex in a Trek story offends you, have one of your more open-minded friends +read it first and black out all the good parts! + +Other than that, it is a Star Trek: The Next Generation story, and it violates +all kinds of copyright laws, so you shouldn't be reading it anyway! :-) + +Paramount had nothing whatsoever to do with this story, other than by hiring +actors and writers to create some of the characters in the first place. + +Many thanks to our technical advisors Sandra Guzdek and Janis Cortese, without +whom certain things celsius and metric would have been hopelessly incorrect. +Thanks also to Sandra Guzdek for invaluable editing help. Any remaining errors +are ours alone. + +c. 1993 by Julia Kosatka and Kellie Matthews-Simmons + +jkosatka@jetson.uh.edu // matthews_k@cubldr.colorado.edu +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + A la Q + (or,"You Want Fries With That?") + Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka + + + "Q!" Jean-Luc roared, looking around desperately. "Damn it, +Q, where *are* you?" + He stood in the middle of a road, a level black surface that was +slightly sticky in the heat, stretching off into the distance in both +directions, its surface broken only by a dashed line of orange-yellow +paint. Surrounding him was a wide expanse of what appeared to be corn +fields. The blue sky above was cloudless, and the sun beat down with +merciless intensity. The humidity was so high that the lightweight +blue shirt with which Q had replaced his uniform tunic was already damp +with sweat. His legs were encased in a trousers of a similar, though +heavier fabric. The trousers looked worn, the dye faded almost white +in spots. Q was nowhere to be seen. + He sighed. It was a typically Q maneuver, to spirit him off +somewhere to prove a point. He wasn't precisely sure what the point +was, but he was sure he'd find out. Their argument had concerned +the nature of work. It had to have *something* to do with that. He +wondered where the hell he was. The blue sky and corn could easily +mean Earth, but it could just as easily be somewhere else. The yellow- +striped road rang bells too. He chuckled, realizing what his subconscious +was trying to remind him of. The yellow brick road from a classic children's +story. He had read it, and seen both of the famous film versions as well. + "Damn!" he muttered, realizing that most likely Q had no intention +of responding. "What is it you're after, Q? There's no need for these +constant games! I have no intention of performing for you!" + Behind him, Jean-Luc heard a low rumbling. He turned to see a +vehicle of some sort rapidly approaching on the road. He quickly stepped +out of the way, coughing as the machine roared past in a rush of hot foul +air and dry dust. He stared after it, startled, realizing that the thing +was bigger than a shuttle. As he stared, it emitted a loud screeching +sound and slowed to a halt. Then it backed up toward him. He took +another step back, wondering if it was trying to hit him, then a part of it +swung outward and a human man peered out from inside. His face was +weathered, but his brown eyes bright and friendly. + "Hey! Wha'chew doin' out in the middle uh bumfuck nowhere? +Nearest town's twenty miles from here! You wanna lift? + Apparently he was being offered transportation to the nearest +outpost of civilization. For a moment he was torn. If he moved from his +present position there was no way his crew would be able to find him. On +the other hand, there was no guarantee that they'd be able to in any case. +Q probably hadn't left them a map, and he'd be dehydrated in a matter +of hours at this rate. He nodded. + "I would appreciate that, thank you." + The man did a double take, eyes widening, then he grinned. +"Yew're a long way from home, ain'tcha?" + Picard smiled. No matter how one looked at it, that was no more +than the simple truth. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I am." + "Yew a limey?" + "A... limey?" + "English, yew know." + That placed him. He had to be on Earth. That was some relief, +at least. He shook his head. "No, actually, I'm from France." + "Don't sound French," his rescuer said dubiously. + "I learned to speak English from an Englishman. No doubt I +picked up some of his accent." + "Oh. Well, come around an' climb in. I got a schedule, y'know." + Picard circled around the vehicle, noticing there were yellow letters +stenciled on the green-painted sides of the conveyance. They read +"Mayflower." He recognized the name; if he recalled his history correctly, +the Mayflower had been a ship which had transported religious dissidents +from England to North America in the latter's colonial period. Below the +word Mayflower, was a smaller legend in yellow, reading "Coast to Coast." +Neither of those facts were particularly helpful to him, however he spotted +a small rectangular plaque at the rear of the vehicle which was more +enlightening. It bore a series of large letters and numerals, and another +set of much smaller letters read "Oklahoma is OK." A small sticker in +the lower right hand corner of the plaque read "DEC" and a similar one +on the left said "91." He was fairly certain now that he was somewhere +in North America; and just as certain that Q had displaced him +not only in space, but in time as well. + "Yew git lost?" the driver called, voice barely carrying above the noise +of the idling internal combustion engine. Aware that his ride might well +depart without him, he found the door, pulled himself up into the cabin of +the vehicle and seated himself. Instant relief from the heat flowed over him +in a cold stream from air vents in the cabin. A quick look around showed +various gauges, and a steering device shaped like a wheel. The man looked +at him questioningly, obviously wondering about his delay. + "Sorry, I was... admiring your vehicle." + That earned him a broad smile. "Hell, she ain't no 'veehicle,' she's +an eighteen wheeler, 'member that! But she is somethin' ain't she? She'll +do a hunnerd up Vail Pass with a full load... if the cops ain't lookin' o' +course!" + He seemed to want a response. Picard smiled and nodded. "Of +course. That's quite... impressive." + "Sure as hell is!" He stuck out his hand. "Name's Nate Barker, +what's yours?" + Picard shook his hand, feeling the rough edges of callus in the +man's broad palm. + "Ca... Jean-Luc Picard." + "Well, Cajun Luke, nice ta meetcha," he surveyed Picard curiously for +a moment, then frowned. "Where's yer stuff?" + "My stuff?" + "Ain'tcha got a pack or sumpthin'? Changea clothes?" + Stuff was apparently synonymous with luggage. He shook his head, +hoping he looked appropriately forlorn. "I... lost it." + Barker looked at him for a long moment, then scowled. "Somebody +give ya a lift then take off with yer stuff?" + Thievery seemed like a more logical explanation than carelessness, +so he nodded. Barker's scowl grew fiercer. + "Happens alla time. Damn shame, treatin' furriners like that. +Gives 'murricans a bad name. Well, let me tell ya, *I* ain't like that!" + "I can see that," Picard hastened to reassure him. Barker reached +behind the seat, pulled something out from behind it, and brandished it at +Picard. + "Here, this'll come in handy when yer hitchin'. "'T'hout a hat the +sun'll fry ya faster than a lizard on a griddle." + Contemplating that unpleasant image, Picard took the object. It was +a billed cap the front of which was made of some spongy material, the +back formed of some plastic-feeling mesh. It was green, and bore the +same yellow lettering as the sign on the truck, but in addition this one also +said "Barker Trucking, Midland, OK." The words were followed by a +string of 11 digits, some of which were contained in parentheses, the rest +connected by a hyphen. + "I can't take this..." he began, only to have the other man interrupt. + "Sure y'can. Got a hunnerd of 'em. Advertisin' y'know." + "Advertising?" + "Yep. People see that, and know t' call me if they need a rig." + "Of course," Picard acknowledged, only half-understanding, though +the flattened vowels, nasal consonants and clipped endings of the man's +speech were becoming more intelligible as time went on. "Thank you, it +will be... handy." + Barker nodded dismissingly. "No problem, Luke." + He moved the large lever between them forward and the "rig" +began to move forward, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. After +a few moments Picard guessed they were traveling well over a hundred +kilometers an hour. He wondered if that was what Barker had meant +when he said the truck would do "over a hundred up Vail pass." + Apparently satisfied with the vehicle's velocity, Barker reached behind +the seat again and opened a small blue container with the word 'Igloo' +embossed on the lid. He rummaged around inside it for a moment and then +came up with two bottles containing a chartreuse liquid. + "Here y'go." Barker handed one of the bottles, dripping with cold water +to Jean-Luc. + "That sun'll take it out of 'ya, that's fer dang shure. Yew spend +much time in this here part a th' country, yew'll learn. Yew gotta keep +drinkin'. Ah recall a fella ah knowed once who dropped dead one day of a +stroke. Doc says it was the see-gars, but I say it was de-hi-drashun. +Lessee, it wuz Jake Sanchez down in El Paso. No, wait a bit. That wuz +Carlos I knowed down there. Jake was the fella from Dur-ango. He was a +caution, wuz that one..." + Jean-Luc tried not to smile as he let Barker's voice fade into the +background. He recognized the type and knew that all that was required of +him was to look interested and nod once in a while. He turned his attention +to the bottle his host handed him. He *was* thirsty, but now that he'd +discovered where and when he was, what little he remembered about the +dietary habits of this culture was not encouraging. The bottle's seal broke +with a simple twist of the wrist and he cautiously sniffed the contents. It +smelled unlike anything he'd ever encountered before, but didn't smell like +alcohol, which is what he'd feared. For all of Barker's concern about +'de-hi-drashun,' Jean-Luc wasn't sure how much he knew about how to +prevent it. Barker was obviously enjoying his drink with no apparent +side-effects and even managed to drink and swallow with barely a pause in his +monologue. He took a cautious sip. Sweet, almost overwhelmingly so, and after +that he noticed a distinct lime taste. There was an undercurrent of something +else, but mostly it was cold, wet and surprisingly refreshing. He drank down +half the bottle before stopping to look at the label. It was something called +'Gatorade,' and boasted that it replaced lost electrolytes. He was surprised. +Apparently Barker was more sophisticated than he looked. He couldn't help +noticing that one of the primary ingredients in the mixture was glucose syrup +solids, and farther on it listed sodium saccharine. No wonder the stuff was +so sweet! His attention was pulled back to Barker. + "So, how'd ya get the moniker Cajun Luke? Ya spend some time +down t' Louisiana? Or is it 'cause yer French?" + Picard rapidly searched his memory. Louisiana had once been a +French colony. That made a certain amount of sense. He nodded, unwilling +to disabuse Barker of the error in his name. He might have to come up with +an explanation as to why he had almost prefaced his name with the title +'captain.' He managed to dredge up the name of a city in Louisiana. + "I spent time in New Orleans." + "Thought as much. Yew got any cash, or did they get that too?" + Cash... that one he knew. Money. He shook his head. "No, I +haven't any money." + "Figgered as much. Here..." he let go of the wheel with both hands +and started digging in his pocket. Picard watched in alarm as the truck +headed for the side of the road. He was about to reach for the wheel +himself when Barker used an elbow to straighten out the massive vehicle's +trajectory with a grin. + "Sorry, din't mean t' scare ya." + Still searching his pockets he finally pulled out a wadded up piece +of greenish paper which he handed to Picard, who took it, studying it +curiously, fairly certain it was some sort of currency. + "It's only a five, but it's all I can spare. It'll buy ya lunch, and +maybe a snack later if you're careful." + Immediately Picard tried to hand it back to him. "I couldn't possibly +accept this!" + "Course ya can! Don't want 'chew ta think all 'murrican's'r thieves. +I'll drop you at the Double R in Ridge. Rena, she owns the diner there now +that her folks is gone, she can prob'ly find yew a job so's you can earn +enough to get back on yer feet. There's 'most always some kinda short-timer +job around for a man who ain't afraid t' work. This time'a year there's +harvest work, if nuthin' else." + Somewhat reluctantly Picard pocketed the bill. + "Thank you, you've been more than kind. I don't know that I will be +able to repay you." + Barker seemed embarrassed, and waved a hand as if shooing off flies. + "Aw, don't mention it. Jus' think o' me as one o' them there Good +Sam's. Allus liked that story." + Good Sam? Picard didn't recognize the allusion, but got the general +idea. He smiled. "Well, thank you again." + "T'weren't nuthin'. I like ta think some soul might do the same fer +me, someday. There's Ridge up ahead, ain't nuthin' but a wide spot in the +road anymore, since The Bust back in eighty-two." + "The bust?" + "You know, the big crash. Oil industry went t'hell in a handbasket." + "Ah, right." + It was difficult to pretend he knew what the man was talking about. +There were so many little economic crises in history that had been called +virtually the same thing, and it had been years since he'd thought about 20th +Century world history. He needed to find a library, hopefully Ridge would +have one. Barker had slowed down a bit on approaching the town, and it did +look rather like a wide spot in the road. A few large buildings lined either +side of the road; a cluster of eerily alike houses surrounding them. It was +as if they'd all been cut from dough with a cookie cutter. Many of them +appeared abandoned, with broken windows, and yards overgrown with weeds. +The occasional swathe of bright green, carefully manicured lawn made fairly +obvious which houses were occupied, and which were not. One building near +the edge of town had a tall, circular tower next to it. The sign in front +read "CO-OP," which told him nothing. He wondered what function it served. +A church, perhaps? He recalled that the United States in the early to mid +1900's had been quite fixated on religion. + "The Double R's on the far end o' town, though that ain't s'far from +the near end," Barker chuckled, pleased with his joke. "Anyhow, I'll +drop y' there. Ask fer Rena Taylor if y'decide y'wanta earn a couple +bucks afore y' move on. She'll know if anybody's hirin'." + "You're not going to come in?" Picard asked, oddly ill at ease with +the thought of begging work from a total stranger. + "Nope, caint. Had a breakdown two days back an' I gotta make up the +time. Schedules'r'hell, dontcha know? 'Specially furniture. People get +right nasty if you ain't on time with their stuff." + Picard tried not to stare at him blankly, but he had absolutely no +idea what furniture had to do with being on a schedule. He nodded. + "Yes, it's always difficult to maintain a schedule, especially if +you've had mechanical difficulties." + "Shed-yool?" Barker asked, raising his busy gray brows. "Oh, y' mean +*sked-yool* dontcha?" He grinned, and winked. "I think Rena's gonna +like you. She's got a University degree! She's a good girl, comin' home +t' help her folks out before they passed on." + After a moment, Picard puzzled that out to mean that the woman's parents +had died. The percentage of colloquialisms in Barker's speech was truly +daunting. + As they drove through the small town, Picard noticed that several of +the storefronts lining the street were empty, with "for rent" signs in them. +It was a rather depressing sight. Obviously the town was on its last legs. +He had read about the economic depression rampant in the late twentieth +century, but it had never been brought home quite so forcefully before. He +was seeing history alive. Despite his irritation with Q's interference, +he had to admit to a certain exhilaration at seeing the past so close. Not +as an archaeologist or historian, from a distance, but close, personal, +real. Barker slowed the truck to a crawl, and gestured to the right. + "There she is, the Double R Diner. Best eats between Lake Charles +and Houston." + The building was unprepossessing. A small, two-story rectangle, +probably no more than a hundred to a hundred and fifty square meters per level. +It was built of blonde brick and wood, and the front of the lower level +consisted almost entirely of windows, which were shaded by a worn-looking green +cloth awning. Several trucks similar in size to Barker's, as well as numerous +smaller ground vehicles were parked in a large graveled lot off to one side. +Large trees shaded the rear and the well-tended lawn on the other side of the +building, and flowers in large wooden tubs along the walk softened the spartan +exterior. A slightly faded sign above the door announced the name of the +establishment. Barker brought the truck to a stop next to the walkway. + "Here y'go, Luke. Hope yer trip gets better from here on out." + "So do I, Mr. Barker. Thank you again for your kindness. I'll try +to leave a repayment of your loan here for you when I depart, since you +seem to frequent the area." + "Nate, call me Nate, an' don't worry none about payin' me back. +What goes around comes around. Don't fergit, ask fer Rena Taylor." + "I won't." Picard shook the man's hand, and exited the vehicle. + The heat struck him like a blast furnace, he felt sweat forming +in just the few seconds he had been out of the truck. He returned +Barker's wave as he pulled away, then turned and walked into the building. + Wonderfully cool air swept over him as he entered the diner, and +brought with it an incredible co-mingling of scents. He realized suddenly +that he was hungry. A long counter ran the length of the room, and every +stool at the counter was filled. Freestanding tables dotted the central +area and booths lined the windowed wall. He guessed the room would have a +total capacity of about a hundred and fifty, and it was about half filled +at the moment. A rather heavily-made-up young blonde woman in her early +twenties looked up from pouring a glass of water, and smiled. + "Be right with ya." + He nodded, and waited. Moments later she put down the pitcher and +came around the end of the counter. He was a bit surprised to see that +she was in a rather advanced stage of pregnancy. Her smile was cheerful, +though, as she pulled a plasticized folder from a holder on the wall +by the door and looked at him attentively. + "How many t'day, sir?" she queried. Her accent was similar to +Barker's in some ways, but softer, rounder, less nasal. He found himself +smiling back at her. A large badge pinned to the pocket of her blouse read +"Sueann," apparently to encourage customers to call her by name. + "Just one, thank you." + Sueann's eyes got wide, and she put a hand against her throat. + "Why, don't ya'll have jus' th' nicest accent? You must be English!" + He almost smiled, thinking of Nate Barker's similar comment, and +shook his head. "No, I'm not, but I learned English from an Englishman." + "Oh, well that explains it then, don't it? Anyplace special you'd +like to sit?" + "Ah... would there be alright?" He pointed to an unoccupied booth +in the back of the room next to the doors he assumed led to the kitchen +area. No one sat in the booth next to it, or at the closest table, giving +him a bit of privacy. Sueann nodded. + "That's jus' fine." she led the way to the table, then handed him +the plasticized folder. Once he had taken a seat, she ceremoniously +placed a paper placemat and a thick cloth napkin rolled around a set of +slightly beaten-up stainless steel utensils on the table. + "There y'go. I'll be back to take your order in two shakes. Y'all +want coffee?" + Though his usual choice of beverage was tea, the coffee had been +tantalizing him with its aroma since he entered the diner. He nodded. + "Cream with that?" + "No, thank you, black." + "You got it, hon." + Sueann waddled off toward the counter again. The folder bore the +legend "MENU" in large block capitals on the front. He opened it and +perused the contents. After a few moments he had recalled another fact +about the twentieth century. Heart disease had been rampant, and the +menu made at least part of the reason for that quite apparent. Nearly +every item on it contained vast amounts of cholesterol. Eggs, bacon, +red meat, fried foods, butter, cream. An amazingly deadly array of +culinary delights. He studied the prices, and realized that stretching the +five dollars Barker had given him to include more than one meal would be +difficult. If Q was serious about leaving him here, he would definitely have +to find gainful employment, and soon. + Sueann returned with his coffee, and he ordered a cup of soup, +which she assured him was made from "scratch" (which he hoped wasn't as +awful as it sounded), and a salad. As she turned to go, he stopped her. + "You wouldn't happen to have a..." he groped a moment for the word +he wanted, then found it. "...a newspaper would you?" + "You want the Ridge Star, or the Houston Chronicle?" + "I wouldn't mind looking at both, if that's possible." + "Well, the Star's free right now, but you'd have to wrestle Larry +Cox for the Chronicle. I 'magine he'll be done soon, though, he just reads +it for the sports, the comics and Dear Abby. 'Course, he'd never admit +that last one!" She giggled. "Anyhow, I'll snag it for you as soon as it's +free, and bring the Star with your salad. How's that?" + "That would be fine, thank you." + As she turned to go, he noticed a ring of discolored skin around her +arm just above the elbow, and frowned. It looked as if someone had grabbed +her there, leaving bruises. He realized as she walked away, that he could +see a trace of bruising along one cheek as well, though it was mostly hidden +by the heavy makeup she wore, probably with the intent of concealing the +bruises. He watched her for a few moments, noticing that though she appeared +bright and cheerful most of the time, when she thought no one was watching +her expression became rather depressed. + Another woman came through the kitchen doors, this one a small brunette +in her early to mid thirties. She carried a deep tub into which she placed +dirty dishes gathered from the various tables. He found his attention +diverted from the blonde. She was quite attractive. Her figure was softly +curved in all the right places. He had to admit that the close-fitting blue +canvas trousers that virtually everyone wore served to emphasize certain +portions of female anatomy quite nicely. He suspected they probably did the +same for men. The woman's dark brown hair was cut quite short, and curled in +soft ringlets around her face. Her mouth was generous, her eyes large and +almond-shaped, her nose straight. But quite apart from her attractiveness, +she had an indefinable intensity about her that intrigued him. She seemed +to stop and speak to everyone at least once, and as she passed Sueann she +patted her shoulder encouragingly. Picard was fairly certain that she was +the woman he'd been instructed to speak to about a job. She looked altogether +too busy at the moment to approach, but he resolved to wait it out. + It was several minutes before Sueann came back with his food, and a thin +sheaf of folded paper. She set the two bowls down carefully and placed the +paper to one side with a smile. + "There y'go. Enjoy!" + "Thank you, I'm sure I will." + He regarded the food for a moment, half expecting it to look different +from what he was used to. It didn't. There were several types of greens, in +the salad. He recognized spinach and romaine, but a third variety he didn't +know. Carrot wheels and shreds of purple cabbage ornamented the plate, as +well as several small pear-shaped yellow tomatoes and sliced cucumber. He +picked up his fork, stabbed a leaf of lettuce from the plate, and bit into +it tentatively. It tasted good, far better than he had expected, somehow +having prejudged the century as having bad food. The dressing was some creamy +white stuff that tasted vaguely of buttermilk. He'd had worse in his own time. + Encouraged, he tried the soup, which was a surprise. It was superb, a +rich clear broth that tasted strongly of chicken and herbs, and just a hint +of white wine. Lengths of pasta that were obviously hand-cut, judging from +their irregular thicknesses, and large chunks of various vegetables enlivened +the broth. He discovered a little plastic packet containing two thin crackers +tucked under the edge of the bowl, and even they weren't half bad. So much for +his 24th Century gastronomic prejudices, he acknowledged ruefully, wondering +what other preconceived notions would have to go by the wayside. + He finished his food rather more quickly than he should have, pushed the +dishes aside, and picked up the paper. The date in the upper left corner of +the header was September 10, 1991. In the upper right, he discovered where +he was; Ridge, Texas. That told him enough to place him in the southwestern +United States, though not enough to fully satisfy his curiosity. He paged +through the eight sheets of print quickly, learning that several young people +from the community had recently gone off to college, someone had sold a +"prize steer" for a large sum of money, and a local woman had won a contest +at a state fair with her apple pie. Apparently the local paper was geared +more to subjects of interest to the native populace than to world events. +He also noticed a large advertisement for a "going out of business sale" +at a local women's clothing shop, and a long list of bank foreclosures. +The town was obviously in trouble. + "Excuse me..." + Jean-Luc looked up to find a man standing next to the table, a much +thicker sheaf of papers held carefully in gnarled hands. He was a lean, +brown man with thick white hair, blue eyes, and a face lined and worn from +the years of exposure to the elements. He smiled tentatively. + "Sueann said you wanted t'see the Chronicle once I was done. Well, +I'm done now, so here y'go." + Jean-Luc accepted the paper, trying not to stare at the man's hands. +It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing. Arthritis. The man +had arthritis in his hands, the deterioration making them knotty, and +painfully curved. He had studied ancient skeletons so afflicted in his +archaeology and anthropology courses, but had never seen a living person +actually stricken with the disease before. Realizing he had almost let +the pause go on too long, he quickly spoke. + "Thank you, very much. I appreciate your bringing it over." + The man waved a hand at him with a grin. "Oh, pshaw, t'weren't +nothin'. Say, are you from England? I was there once, when I was a +kid, fightin' in The War." + Picard stifled a sigh. Three. That made three people who'd asked +him that already. What was it with these people? He forced a smile, since +the elderly gentleman was obviously well intentioned. + "No, sir, I'm not British, I'm French, but I have been told that my +accent is more British. Probably due to the gentleman from whom I learned +to speak English." + "Ah, well, that explains it, then, don't it? I was in France too, +y'know, and Belgium. We were all over the place, makin' sure them Jerry's +didn't win the war." + Picard suddenly realized the man was referring to World War Two. He +sat up straighter, intrigued. He was actually speaking to someone who +fought in one of the most famous of Earth's myriad wars! As a young man +he had visited many of the sites where famous battles had been fought, +and also the museums of the concentration camps where so many had died. + "You fought in World War Two?" he queried, realizing his voice +sounded somewhat amazed. The other man nodded, a grin lighting his +weathered face as he realized that Picard was actually interested. + "I sure did! Why I remember..." + "Dad?" + They both looked at the woman who had interrupted him. She was a +thin woman in her mid-forties, and she had the largest hair Picard had +ever seen. Her bright yellow-blonde hair had been teased and lacquered into +a virtual helmet of hair. She had a slightly patronizing expression on her +face as she laid a hand on the older man's sleeve. + "Come on, Dad, we need to go," she turned to Picard apologetically. +"I'm sorry, he does tend to go on, sometimes!" + The man's face fell, his disappointment obvious. Picard felt a touch +of annoyance at the woman's attitude. + "I *was* interested in what he had to say." + "Well, that's right nice of you to say so, but we really do need to go." + Her father nodded forlornly, his shoulders sagging. + Picard stood, and held out his hand. "I am honored to have met you +sir, and wish we could have had a chance to talk longer." + The man straightened, and put his hand in Picard's, his grip +surprisingly firm, considering his affliction. He shot a glance at his +daughter, and his expression was almost merry. + "Thank you, son, it's nice to have met you too. The name's Cox, by +the way, Larry Cox." + Picard nodded, "I'm Jean-Luc Picard." + "Well, you have a nice day, Mr. Picard," Cox said, ignoring the +tug on his sleeve. "And enjoy the paper." + "I will, thank you sir." + Cox shrugged off his daughter's hand and preceded her from the diner, +his bearing regal. Picard sat back down, but not before he noticed the +brunette with the dish-tub watching the two leave with a half-smile on her +face. After they were gone she turned and looked at Picard, and nodded at +him approvingly before disappearing back into the back room. He smiled to +himself as he picked up the larger paper. It never hurt to make a good +impression on someone you were going to have to ask a favor of. His glance +flickered across the page and stopped, his attention riveted by the words in +bold typeface on a small square of blue color near the bottom of the page. + "Are we having fun yet, Mon Capitain?" + The words were spoken as well, just behind him, in a soft, mocking voice +that he knew all too well. + "Q!" he hissed, as he turned and stood simultaneously, banging his +knees painfully on the edge of the table in the process, only to find there +was no one there, not a soul. Several people looked up from their meals, +obviously wondering what he was doing. Embarrassed he sat back down and +studied the paper intently, as much to close out any stares as for any more +literary reason. The sentence which had caught his eye was gone, the +blue square where it had been now listed the average monthly rainfall and +temperatures for the city of Houston. It had definitely not been there before. +Q was up to his tricks. In a way it was reassuring. He had begun to wonder +when the entity would pop up again. Apparently whatever he was supposed to +be doing was progressing as Q wished. + + + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:32:41 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from orion.cis.ksu.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu ESMTP (8.5) + id OAA05550; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:32:39 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by orion.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.3) + id OAA06829; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:33 -0500 +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CXVUGZKM8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:08:55 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:08:55 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 2, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CXVUGZKO8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: O + + When Picard looked up from the paper again, the restaurant was +deserted save for himself, which seemed odd, since only a few minutes +earlier it had been packed. He glanced at the clock, which told him it +was fifteen minutes after one. He signaled the waitress, and she came +over with the coffee pot in her hand. + "'Nother refill for you there?" + "No, thank you, I've finished. I was wondering if I could speak to +a woman named Rena Taylor. I was told she might be able to assist me." + "Sure thing, hon." Sueann half-turned away, and yelled "REEEENA! +SOMEBODY TO SEE YOU!" + Picard winced, but since there was no one else in the restaurant it +didn't disturb anyone. A few moments later the kitchen doors swung open +to admit the petite brunette. She was drying her hands on a towel tucked +into the waistband of her trousers, and she approached with a slightly +distracted air. Reaching the table she touched the waitress on the shoulder. + "Thanks, Sueann. Would you mind asking Billy Ray to clean the grill +before he gets started on dinner prep?" + "No problem, Reenie," she winked at her employer and lumbered off +to set down the coffee pot before entering the kitchen. Picard watched +her, wondering it was wise for her to be working such a physically demanding +job when she was obviously close to term. The other woman's low, pleasant +voice pulled his attention to hers. He noticed her voice was less heavily +accented than most he had so far encountered. She really was quite +attractive, he noticed again. Her expression was frankly curious as she +regarded him. + "Hi, I'm Rena Taylor, what can I do for you?" + "Nate Barker told me you might know where I could possibly find short- +term employment around here. Is that true?" + "Well, Mr...." she paused, obviously waiting for him to supply his name. + "Picard. Jean-Luc Picard, and no, I'm not English, I'm French." he +said, forestalling the inevitable. "However my language instructor was +English and apparently I picked up his accent." + She stared at him a moment, then started to smile, after a few seconds +the smile became a giggle, which she tried to hide behind one hand while she +waved the other one in the air, apparently asking him to wait on her recovery. +Finally she got herself under control. + "I'm so sorry, really, it's just there this commercial... oh, never +mind. I take it you've already been quizzed about your accent a few times?" + He wondered what a commercial was, and why it would cause her to laugh, +apparently at his name. Then he realized what he'd done, and felt a slight +flush color his face. + "Ah, yes, I have been asked about it several times already. Really, I +feel I should apologize as well, I shouldn't have assumed you were going to +ask me that." + She smiled. "Well, I probably would have, eventually, so there's no +need to apologize. Well met, Mr. Picard. You were saying you wanted a job? +I'm afraid I don't..." + A loud crashing noise and a cry of pain spun both of them toward the +kitchen. + "Damn it," Rena swore, fists clenching, as it became apparent that +Sueann was crying, and fighting with someone in the back. Without a word +to him she took off across the restaurant like an avenging Fury, despite +her lack of stature. + "Billy-Ray Wheeler! Damn you, I thought I told you never to lay a +hand on her again!" + Picard hesitated for a moment, then followed her. Old habits die hard. +The scene in the kitchen shocked him. Sueann was cowering in a corner, a +towel held to her bloody nose, and a huge, literally huge young man towered +over her. He was every bit as big as Worf. He had blonde hair cut in quarter- +inch bristles, and a sunburned face, currently twisted into a vicious scowl. + "Oh yeah?" he snarled, sarcastically. "Who's gonna make me?" + Rena picked up a knife from a counter, holding it slightly awkwardly. +The expression on her face was chilling. Utter determination. + "I will if I have to, Billy-Ray." + The hulk grinned. "Come on then, give it a try, missy." + Rena took a step forward. Picard was getting angry. It was obvious that +neither woman was trained in combat, and the man was easily twice their size. +Not only that, but Sueann was pregnant enough that if he knocked her to the +floor, or against one of the counters, she could be severely injured. He +decided it was time to intervene, and moved between the would-be combatants. + "Hey!" Billy-Ray said, focusing on Picard. "What do *you* want, shrimp?" + The epithet took him back years, to Robert and his best friend taunting +him. Remembered anger augmented current, but he strove for calm. + "Don't you think you should stop this before someone gets seriously hurt?" + Billy-Ray's pale blue eyes widened, showing bloodshot whites. This close +Jean-Luc could smell the stale reek of alcohol, and some other repulsive odor +he couldn't at first identify, though he knew he'd smelled it before. + "Oooh! Well ain't you fancy! I'm sooo scared!" Billy-Ray's tone +was clearly mocking. Picard's jaw tightened, but he refused to give in to +the urge to wipe the floor with the young man. + "Why don't you go outside and cool off for a few moments?" + "Why don't I just git you out of the way and let Miss Rena finish +what she started?" Billy-Ray growled, lunging for Picard's shirt to yank +him closer. + He never touched it. Picard locked his hand around the other man's +arm, found the leverage point, and used Billy-Ray's momentum to throw him +over his shoulder to the floor. In mid-motion, he remembered that Rena was +directly behind him, and twisted to one side to make certain Billy-Ray +didn't land on her, or the knife she held. He felt muscles protest, and +knew that he was going to regret that move. Billy-Ray slammed into the floor +with a crash, and lay there, stunned. Picard spun to face him, in a defensive +stance. + "Would you care to try that again?" Picard inquired quietly. + Billy-Ray stared at him for a moment, then his face darkened and +he rolled to his feet, moving quickly for such a large man. Fists clenched, +he lashed out, but Picard avoided him easily. He was big, and fairly fast, +but he had absolutely no idea how to fight. Unfortunately, he didn't seem +to know that. He kept trying. Picard kept avoiding him. Finally, tired of +the game, Jean-Luc realized his opponent was not going to stop until he +had to. He executed a quick series of an-jitsu moves that left Billy-Ray +dazed on the floor, with a bloody nose to match the one he'd given Sueann, +a cut eyebrow, and possibly a bruised rib or two. He lay there, clutching his +side and groaning loudly. Rena and Sueann stared at Picard, openmouthed, then +Rena quietly put the knife back on the cutting board, and put her hands on +her hips. + "Get up, and get out, Billy-Ray You're fired. Send your brother +tomorrow and I'll give him your pay, in cash, but you are never to set foot +in here again! You hear me? If I see you within a hundred feet of the +Double R, I'll call Sheriff Kulik and file assault charges so fast it'll +make your head spin!" + Billy-Ray stopped moaning and looked up, his expression almost +comically surprised. "Fired?" + "You heard me! Now move your sorry ass outta here!" + "But, I'm hurt...," he complained. + "And who's fault is that? You always were dumber than the north end of +a southbound mule! I've had it! You're history!" + He got slowly to his knees, then stood, wiping the blood off his face +with his sleeve. Then he scowled, and turned to look at Sueann, his eyes +narrowed. + "Come on, Sueann, you heard her." + Rena seemed to gain stature as she bridled angrily. "Oh no you don't! +Sueann, you stay right where you are. Don't you dare move an inch! You may +have the world's worst taste in men, but we both know you're not stupid. +If you stay with Billy-Ray, one of these day's he's gonna kill you." + "But what about the baby?" Sueann asked in a quavery voice, hand +curved protectively over her belly. + "What about it? You want him to kill it too?" + Sueann flinched. Picard felt extremely uncomfortable, realizing he +had intruded into something intensely personal. Billy Ray clenched his +fists, then shot a glance at Picard and let them open again. He gave an +exaggerated shrug. + "It's not like it's mine," he said flippantly. "Why should I care?" + Sueann began crying again, burying her face in the bloody towel. Rena +stepped over to her and put an arm around her, patting her hair as if she +were a child. + "Sueann, you know I'll help you, I told you I would. You don't need +Billy-Ray. You don't even need me, really, you just need to learn to +believe in yourself." + Sueann made some muffled response, and Rena seemed satisfied. With +her arm still around the younger woman, she looked back at Billy-Ray. + "Go on, get out." + He glared at her for a long moment, then finally yanked off the dirty +apron he wore, threw it on the floor, and stomped out. The only sound in +the room for several seconds was the slightly tinny music coming from a +small black box on a shelf near the door, then Rena broke the quiet. + "Suanne, I want you to go upstairs and lie down for a bit, alright? +Is your nose broken? Do I need to call Dr. Lacey and get you an appointment?" + Suanne shook her head, and wiped her eyes with a clean corner of the +towel. "No, it's ok. He didn't break it this time. I'll just go lie down, +like you said." + "Good girl, go on now." + Rena watched her go, then ran a hand through her hair, looking around +the kitchen. Picard recognized her mood, he'd felt it too many times to +not know it. There was no name for it, but it loosely translated to +"I'm in charge of this, and what the hell do I do now?" He found himself +smiling sympathetically. She looked back at him and caught it, and smiled +back, ruefully. + "Well, you've had quite an introduction to Ridge, haven't you?" + "You could say that," he rubbed his shoulder, feeling the ache +of strained muscles. He didn't think they were torn, but he had +definitely damaged them. Rena noted the gesture, and her expression +immediately became concerned. + "Are you alright? I didn't think he touched you..." + "He didn't, but I went into that throw wrong, and I'm afraid I'm +going to regret it." + She studied him a moment, then smiled and shook her head. "You +know, I've never seen anyone do anything like that outside of a movie +before. I don't suppose you could teach me?" + Picard shook his head. "It takes years of study, and I don't think +I'm going to be around long enough." + "Ah well, c'est la vie." + He brightened. "Parlez-vous francaise?" + She laughed. "Oh, no. I had some French in high school, but I've +forgotten almost all of it, sorry. I just know a few standard phrases +that everyone knows. You know... deja vu, c'est la vie, ou est la +toilette, that sort of thing." + He couldn't help laughing in return. "That is a rather eclectic +assortment of phrases, you know." + "I know," she looked around the room again, and sighed. "I guess +I'd better get started on dinner prep, since it looks like I'm going to +be doing the cooking again." + Suddenly she looked back at him, her eyes narrowed speculatively. + "You asked me if I knew of any jobs locally, didn't you?" + "I did. I'm afraid I'm stranded." After a moment's consideration he +decided to tell her the story Barker had assumed, slightly modified. + "I was travelling with some friends, and we became separated, then +my pack was stolen. I have the clothes on my back, a bit over a dollar +in cash after I pay for my lunch, and a pair of willing hands." + She looked appropriately distressed. "I'm so sorry! That's terrible!" +Then she bit her lip, hesitated a moment, and plunged ahead. "I don't +suppose you can cook? It seems I suddenly have an opening..." she let +the sentence trail off, gazing at him hopefully. + He stared back at her, trying not to grin at the idea. It was +utterly ridiculous. Totally preposterous. But, he was surprised to +find he was actually considering it. + "I... well. Not like this," he gestured around the kitchen. "I +learned to cook as a child, of course. Maman made sure of that," he +smiled, remembering. "She said no self-respecting Frenchman should +neglect that part of his education. But I've never cooked for more +than a small dinner party, and even that I haven't done in years." + "It's like riding a bicycle... you never really forget. And as +for this type of short-order cooking, I could teach you. I just can't +manage everything myself, and if you'd be willing to help me out for a +week or two until I can hire a real cook, I would... well, I'd pay you, +and on top of that I'd be eternally grateful!" + "I..." he almost accepted, then realized he couldn't make that +kind of promise. He had no idea what Q would do next, or when. "I'd like +to, but I don't know how long I will be able to stay." + "Then just until you have to leave, however long that is." + He considered. She looked so hopeful... + "Please?" she prompted. "I'm afraid I'm desperate! And if +Billy-Ray comes back..." + Again she failed to finish her sentence, but the implication was +obvious. Somehow she had managed to say the exact thing guaranteed to +push his acceptance. He was about to say yes, when she upped the ante. + "You'll need a place to stay, I have two spare rooms upstairs, and +you're welcome to one." + He sighed. "I do need work, and a place to stay. I'll give it a +try, but I can't guarantee I'll be any good at it." + She grinned broadly, knowing she'd won. "I'll accept that, but you +look like the kind of man who's good at whatever he sets his mind to." + He smiled back. "Not *everything,* no, but most things." + "Name one thing you haven't been able to master," she challenged him, +crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against the counter. + He barely had to think about it. "Painting." + She looked startled. "Painting? As in art, not houses?" + He nodded. She lifted a hand and tapped her lower lip with a finger, +then shook her head. "You surprised me with that one, Mr. Picard. That's not +an answer I would have expected from your average hitchhiker. So, you've +actually tried?" + "Oh, yes, much to the amusement of my cr... friends." He barely caught +himself on that one. Crew he would have had to explain. She smiled again, + "Well, the fact that you've at least tried puts you ahead of most people. +Have we got a deal?" + He nodded. "We do." + "Good," she held out her hand. He clasped hers, and they shook hands. +He was surprised at the firmness of her grip. She had big hands for a small +woman, strong hands. As she let go, she chuckled softly, and shook a finger +at him. + "You, Mr. Picard, are far too trusting. You never asked me *how much* +I was going to be paying you." + He lifted an eyebrow at her. "And you, Ms. Taylor, are also a bit on +the trusting side, to be letting a man you met ten minutes ago share a +room in your house." + She cocked her head to one side and studied him, her green eyes bright +and amused. Her gaze swept down him, back up, and then held his own eyes +for a moment before she replied. + "True, true, though it's been at least fifteen minutes. But not +only did Nate Barker send you here, I pride myself on being a pretty good +judge of character as well." + "As do I." + "We're even then. You'll acquit me of being a skinflint and I'll acquit +you of being a serial killer, ok? Now, let's get to work." + "On one condition." + "That being?" + "You must stop calling me Mr. Picard. I keep looking around for +my father." Not to mention feeling like a lieutenant again, he thought +to himself. He wasn't sure which was worse. + "What shall I call you then?" + "Jean-Luc." + She grinned, and shook her head. "I'm not sure I can do it without +laughing, and I doubt anyone else around here will make the effort. How +about Luke?" + There she went again, laughing at his name. He was beginning to feel +a bit offended. "Luke would be fine, but would you please tell me what you +find so amusing about my name?" + "It's hard to explain. Have you watched much tv since you came to the +U.S.?" + "Teevee?" + "You know, television, surely even the French call it tv." + Television... that was an early broadcast entertainment medium. "Oh, +of course. No, I can honestly say I haven't watched any television since +arriving here." + "Well, then you won't have seen it. You'll catch it one of these days, +and you'll understand. But if I'm to call you Luke, you've got to call me +Rena, not Ms. Taylor, right? I don't like sounding like my mother any more +than you like sounding like your father, I suspect." + "As you wish. What should I do?" + She pointed at a large appliance which gaped open, exposing rows of +dishes. utensils, and assorted pots and pans. "You can start by helping me +load the dishwasher. We've got to get lunch cleaned up before we start on +dinner." + "Show me what to do, and I'll do it." + + + ### + + + Nine hours later, he was almost regretting having accepted her offer. +He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so tired. His feet hurt, his +back hurt, he felt like he was covered with a thin layer of grease, on top +of that his shoulder ached from his encounter with Billy-Ray, and he had an +assortment of little nicks and burns on his hands. He had, however, gained a +vast feeling of respect for Rena Taylor. From what he had learned from the +talkative Sueann, she had been running the place almost single-handedly +for two years. Billy-Ray had been a new addition, hired to help out when +Sueann's pregnancy became enough advanced that Rena had needed to help with +the wait duties. There had been another waitress for awhile, but she had +decided to move to Houston, where there were more opportunities. Since +then the Double R had been operating with a staff of three. + He didn't see how they did it day in and day out, especially not +Sueann. She said she was only seven and a half months along, but she looked +a lot closer to term than that. Of course he was judging that from his +experience with Elines' two pregnancies, and since that entire incident had +taken place in his mind, in reality he knew little about pregnancy. +He was putting another load of dishes into the dishwasher when Rena came in +from the dining room, rubbing her forehead, looking every bit as exhausted as +he felt. She leaned against the door of the big walk-in refrigerator for a +moment, then straightened. + "I've got to run Sueann home in the pickup, I'll be back in about ten +minutes. I'll show you where you're staying as soon as I get back." + He nodded, and she grabbed a set of keys off a hook by the door and +left. He finished with the dishes, wiped down the counters, then tossed +his apron and several dirty towels in the big cloth basket near the back +door. For a moment he stood looking outside through the narrow window in +the door. It seemed quite bright, the moon was about three-quarters full, +so he opened the door and walked out into the night. + It was still quite warm, though not blast-furnace hot as it had been +at noon. He guessed that the temperature was still close to twenty-five. For +ten-o-clock at night, that was pretty hot. No wonder these people used their +air-cooling units constantly. He wished he had a map, so he could figure out +exactly where he was. He knew *when* he was, and he had a general idea of +where, but he wanted more exact information than that. Perhaps Rena would +have an atlas he could borrow. He noticed a small building nestled in +the trees. Almost a shed, but better constructed. The monotonous hum of an +air-conditioner told him it couldn't be just a storage unit. No one would +waste the cooling on that. He wandered over to investigate it. + It was small, about three meters square, and had a large window high on +one side, as well as a skylight. He couldn't really see inside, and the door +was padlocked, but he got the impression of a work surface, and several +amorphous shapes shrouded in white. It was obviously a workshop of some kind. +He heard a vehicle enter the parking lot, gravel crunching beneath its wheels. +The engine stopped, and a door opened. Guessing it was Rena, he walked around +to that side of the building and stopped, watching her. + She was standing beside her 'pickup.' The door was open, and her folded +arms were rested on the sill of the open window as she stared at the restaurant. +Her expression was bleak and drawn. He took a step toward her, wanting to +offer help, then stopped. It was none of his business. But, that was just a +meaningless phrase, wasn't it? Twice today people who shouldn't care a thing +about him had offered him assistance without hesitation. He moved into the +circle of light thrown by one of the tall lamps in the lot. + "Can I help?" + She turned quickly, with a gasp, obviously startled, then relaxed when +she saw who it was, and shook her head. + "No, I'm fine. I was just... missing the stars." + His gaze narrowed, wondering just what she meant by that. + "Having grown up here, I never realized what I was missing until I +moved to Santa Fe. You can really see the stars there, even the Milky Way. +Down here you never can, too much humidity I guess. I look up, and I can't +see the stars. It reminds me of things... oh, you don't want to hear this. +It's just... I get a little down sometimes." + "I would like to hear, if you want to talk about it." he prompted, +taking a page from Counselor Troi's book. Usually he hated being asked that, +but it seemed to fit at the moment. + Rena closed the door of the vehicle and stepped away from it, toward +him. "It's nothing you can help." + "Sometimes talking helps, even if it offers no immediate solutions." + She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, a gesture she made +frequently, then rubbed her hand down her neck, obviously massaging sore +muscles there. He waited, and after a moment she shrugged. + "Oh, hell, why not? Did we throw out the coffee yet, or have we +still got some?" + "I think I threw it out, but I could brew more," he offered, the +coffeemaker being one of the few things he'd mastered. That, and the +dishwasher. She shook her head. + "No, that's ok. I don't need all that caffeine. Let me nuke some +water and fix a cup of tea. Would you like one?" + "I would, thank you." + Together they walked back into the restaurant. Rena locked the front +door behind them, and turned out all the lights except those in the kitchen +area. She filled two cups with water and set them on the turntable in the +microwave, then opened a cupboard to display an assortment of boxes and tins, +then turned to him with a smile. + "This is my secret vice. No one around here drinks anything but Lipton, +but when I lived in Santa Fe I got to be a bit of a tea snob. Of course, if I +was a *real* tea snob I wouldn't be nuking the water, but you have to make +concessions to practicality sometimes. What would you like?" + He scanned the labels, and smiled. Several of his own favorite teas +were among the choices. Lapsang Souchong, Gunpowder Green... Earl Grey. +He went for the familiar. + "The Earl Grey, please." + She nodded and pulled down that tin, then chose something called +Tranquilitea for herself. She measured a spoonful of the Earl Grey into +an infuser and unwrapped one of the small filter bags of her own blend, just +as the microwave beeped. Pulling the cups out she set the teas to brewing +and leaned back against the counter. + "Y'know," she said, looking authoritative. "You shouldn't drink Earl +Grey if you're going to be out in the sun much. The bergamot oil in it can +make you photosensitive." + "I'll keep that in mind," he said solemnly, hiding a smile. For just +a moment she had reminded him of Bev Crusher. That made him wonder when +Q was going to tire of the game and send him home. He was a bit surprised +that the entity hadn't yet made a real appearance to taunt him. + Rena picked up one of the little plastic bears whose presence on the +supply shelf had puzzled him. Pulling off its little red "hat" she upended +it over her cup and squeezed. Slowly a thin stream of amber fluid drizzled +from it. He stared at it, wondering what it was, and why she was putting +it in her tea. She saw his expression and laughed. + "It's just honey, Luke! What did you think it was?" + "I had no idea. Ah... why do you keep honey in a container shaped +like a bear?" + She regarded him blankly for a moment, the frowned thoughtfully "You +know, I've never thought about it before. We've just always done it. It +never occurred to me to wonder why." + "Then I suppose I'm just going to have to go curious." + "I guess so... oh! Of course!" A big grin spread over her face. +"Winnie the Pooh!" + "Winnie the what?" He asked, not sure he'd heard her correctly. + "The Pooh! Don't tell me they don't read Winnie the Pooh to little +French children! What a loss! I have a copy you can borrow if you like. +I even have the Disney version on video." + "It's a children's story, then?" + "A classic of children's literature, you really must read it!" + "If you say so." + "I do, come on upstairs, I've got to get off my feet, and so do you. +We can talk in the living room." + + + + ### + + + He followed her up a set of narrow stairs through he door at the top, +which opened into a small sitting room. All the furniture was nondescript, +but comfortable-looking. An art-nouveau style stained-glass lamp cast a warm +glow over the couch. Three of the walls held built-in book shelves, all +of which were full. Nearly every other available surface was taken up with +what appeared to be a collection of sculpture. He stopped and studied the +one nearest to him, a small cold-cast bronze bust of an older woman's head +and shoulders. She looked somehow familiar to him, which was impossible, of +course. The work was very good, the detail exquisite. She almost looked +as if she might speak. He looked at the one next to it, a tree. The style +was quite different, almost abstract, the finger marks quite visible, yet +somehow it was reminiscent of the first. Another life study of a young man +sat just behind those two. He looked up at Rena and found her watching him +with a very peculiar expression on her face. Still, quiet, curious, hopeful, +yet simultaneously almost fearful. Suddenly something clicked. The little +workshop out back, the sculptures in here.... + "These are all your work, aren't they?" + She blushed, and nodded. He shook his head, almost speechless. + "These are wonderful! Why on earth are you running a diner, instead +of concentrating on your art?" + She looked away, not meeting his eyes. "I'm needed here. I can't just +close the place down and leave. It wouldn't be fair." + "To who? It looks to me as if you're not being fair to yourself." + Rena looked frustrated, and put her hands over her ears for just a second, +then let them move back to clasp behind her neck as she struggled to find words +to express her feelings. + "You don't understand!" she finally said, reaching down to pick up the +first piece he had looked at. She ran a finger down the nose, over the cheek +then simply held it, staring at it, unseeing. + "No, I don't. Your work is good, really, I've seen more art from more +places than you could possibly imagine, and I know your work is good. More +than just good, it's wonderful," he eyed the little bust for a moment, and +suddenly realized why it looked familiar. The contours of that face were +very similar to those of the living woman who held it. + "That's your mother, isn't it?" + She looked up, surprised. "Yes, how did you..." + "I can see the resemblance. You're very like her." + "No, I'm not. She was taller, blonde..." + "Those things are superficial. You have her bone structure." + She looked from him, back to the sculpture, a peculiar expression on +her face. "Do you think so?" + "Yes, I do." + She laughed, shaking her head. "You're the first person who's ever told +me that... besides her. She told me that too. I never saw it. I always +thought I looked like my dad... short, dark, round. That's the Acadian blood +in me. He was from Louisiana," she looked up and smiled. "I'm named for him, +sort of. His name was Rene, though everyone around here called him Renny. +Mom thought I might get teased, so she changed it a little." + "I have a nephew named Rene," he said, for no reason other than to +acknowledge her words. + "In France?" + He nodded. There was no point in telling her it was a France that didn't +yet exist. + "Do you miss them?" + "Occasionally, though we've never been very close. My brother and I... +well, we fought a great deal. I'm afraid both of us have more than our share +of arrogance." + She laughed. "Well, that's one commodity that's in short supply around +here. Gabe and I... that's my brother, anyway, we always got along fine. He's +a forest ranger in Alaska. Spends most of the year alone in a fire tower +watching for forest fires. I don't know how he does it, being alone so much." + "Being alone is an art, it can be very pleasant." + "It can also be very lonely," Rena said, putting the sculpture down +carefully. She yawned widely, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, I meant to +stay up and talk, but I'm not going to make it. Let me show you where you'll +be sleeping," she motioned for him to follow. + She led him through the door at the opposite end of the "living room" +which opened onto a narrow hallway. She stopped at the first door, her hand +on the doorknob. + "This was my brother's room. You'll be staying here. The bathroom is +at the end of the hall," she pointed. "I'll get you some towels. I think +I might even have a spare package of razors around, but I'm afraid I don't +have a spare toothbrush. Maybe you can pick one up at Tucker's in the +morning," She opened the door and proceeded into the room. + Picard stared at her back for a moment. Razors? Toothbrushes? He hadn't +thought about those things. His beard repressor was good for another few days, +but if Q didn't send him home before that he'd need to start shaving, which +was an unpleasent thought. He realized that taking care of one's personal +hygeine in the 20th century was quite different from doing so in the 24th. + "Luke?" Rena prompted softly. + "Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was thinking," he stepped into the room. It was a +small room, about half the size of his stateroom on the Enterprise, but it +looked comfortable. A narrow bed with a bright patchwork quilt snugged up +against one wall, a desk and chair were stationed beneath the window. Beside +the door was a dresser with a lamp on it. + "I'm afraid it's a bit small..." she began, apologetically. + "No, it's fine, thank you. It's very nice," he smiled. "Believe me, +it's better than the alternative." + She laughed. "I suppose it is, at that. Well, let me go get those linens +and I'll make the bed up for you." + "If you'll just show me where they are, I can manage." + She looked at him blankly for a moment, then shook her head, her cheeks +flushing as she smiled ruefully. "Of course you can, I don't know what I +was thinking. I guess I just got used to doing it all. Come on, I'll show +you where the linens are kept." + They went out into the hall again, and she pointed out the linen closet +which was next to the bathroom. He accepted the armfull of linens from her +and took them back down to "his" room and quickly made the bed. The +temperature of the living area was quite a bit warmer than it had been in +the restaurant, and he felt slightly sweaty. He unbuttoned and untucked +his shirt to let the air at his skin, and picked up the towel she had given +him, thinking longingly of a shower. The day's events had left him feeling +rather grimy, and it wasn't a feeling he liked. Not only that, but the +prospect of a real *water* shower rather than a sonic one was even more +tempting. It had been a long time. He opened the door, took a step forward +and ran smack into Rena who had her hand lifted to knock. He caught hold of +her as much to save his own balance as hers, and was surprised to feel an +surge of physical response to her nearness. He quickly let go of her, +and stepped back, hoping she wouldn't notice. She seemed a bit flustered, +but was also laughing. + "I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to..." she paused, her eyes flickering +down, then back up, and her flush deepened. "I mean, oh, well, whatever. I +guess neither of us was expecting to run into the other. I was just coming to +tell you to feel free to borrow any clothes you need from Gabe's stash. He +left most of his clothes here, since he doesn't need them as a park ranger. +You and he are about the same size. Of course, I don't expect you'll be +wanting to wear his Metallica tee-shirts, but there are a few more... +conventional items in there, too." + He felt even more unsettled, and shook his head, frowning. "I +don't understand why you're going to so much trouble for me." + She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again, looking +almost as embarrassed and perplexed as he felt. Finally she shrugged. + "I guess I'm just one of those people that can't stand to see anyone +in need. I have to help out. But, remember, you're helping me, too." + He realized that was all the explanation he was going to get and +accepted it at face value. + "Well, despite that, I can't thank you enough for all you've done." + She looked embarrassed. "Oh, stop it! Just forget it, ok?" + "As you wish." + She shot him an amused look. "Wesley you're not," she said drily. + That rattled him for a moment until he realized that she was making +a cultural reference he didn't understand, not referring to Bev's son. + "Wesley?" he ventured. + "You know, from the Princess Bride... oh, you probably never saw that, +either. I'm afraid I'm being an American chauvinist pig, aren't I? One of +these days you're going to have to sit down with my videos and be a vegetable. +Then maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about. Anyway, like I said, feel +free to borrow Gabe's clothes." + "I will, thank you." + She shook her finger at him chastisingly. "I told you, no more of +that. Now, goodnight, Luke." + "Goodnight." + As she walked away he thought he heard her mutter something that +sounded like "Thank god my name isn't Laura." He had no idea what she +meant by that. + + ### + + + Rena closed the door to her room behind her, then leaned back against +it with a deep sigh. He would never know how close he had just come to being +tripped and beaten to the floor. What on earth was the matter with her? She +hadn't reacted to a man like this since... well, ever. And she had known him +barely half a day! Was it just that she had been deprived of sophisticated +company for so long that anyone with an ounce of intelligence looked good? +No. It wasn't. She knew that for certain. There was a kind of aura about +him that she was almost irresistably attracted to. He was just about perfect; +elegant, intelligent, self-confident, gorgeous... and that voice! It made her +knees weak just to hear him speak! Damn, she wished he'd quit asking her why +she was being nice to him. Her ulterior motives were sure to slip out one of +these times. + She began to undress, still thinking about her guest, feeling guilty for +having manipulated him into staying. At the same time she was feeling for +all the world like a junior-high-schooler with her first real crush. It was +maddening, not to mention disconcerting, to find out at 34 that one's hormones +could still overrule one's mind. She thought she'd long ago learned how to +control herself. Of course, that control had never seriously been challenged +before. She was lucky she hadn't broken half the dishes in the diner the way +her hands had been sweating. She chuckled softly at herself, shaking her head, +as she dropped her dirty clothes into the hamper and searched her closet for +something to put on. Despite her inclinations, since she had moved back to +Ridge she no longer slept in the buff, just in case something came up during +the night that she would need to deal with. Living above the restaurant had +its drawbacks, and the occasional nighttime interruption by a desperate +traveller was one of them. Normally she wore an old oversized t-shirt and a +pair of soft old shorts, but tonight she found herself holding the cambric +nightdress she had bought in a fit of romanticism and money-wasting from a +mail-order lingerie place. Not that he was going to see her in it, but it +just felt... right. She pulled it on, posed in front of her mirror, and +sighed morosely. She didn't feel right, she felt stupid. She took it off +and changed into her usual sleeping attire. + + + ### + + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:32:45 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from orion.cis.ksu.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu ESMTP (8.5) + id OAA05571; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:32:41 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by orion.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.3) + id OAA06832; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:50 -0500 +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CXW7H1HO8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:09:13 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:09:12 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 3, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CXW7H1HQ8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: O + + Jean-Luc woke up fast, instantly alert with the sort of adrenalin rush +that happens when your subconscious thinks something is wrong. Where +the hell was he? A small room, cluttered with old-looking furniture. +Wooden doors with handles on them, sunlight streaming in the window. +Sunlight? He stood up and moved aside the gauzy curtain that veiled the +window, and remembered. Q. Texas. Rena. He took a deep breath and +closed his eyes, willing the shakes to go away. In his sleep he had totally +forgotten about his little adventure a la Q. What was Q up to? Why +hadn't he shown himself, like he usually did? It was strange. It was also +full morning. Why hadn't Rena woken him? + Quickly he pulled on his jeans and buttoned them ("Buttons," he +thought, "how archaic!"), and picked up his shirt. It was rather the worse +for wear, and recalling Rena's comment about borrowing her brother's +clothes, he opened the closet. The sharp, resinous scent of cedar filled his +senses as he sorted through the garments. He found a short-sleeved shirt +in a khaki shade that looked appropriate and tried it on, finding it a bit +large, but comfortable. He reached for his shoes, and wondered where he +could find clean socks. Taking a wild guess he opened one of the dresser +drawers and found it full of short-sleeved shirts with loud artwork printed +on them. He chose another drawer at random, and found what he was +looking for. Pulling out a pair of socks he put them on, then donned the +white athletic shoes which Q had furnished. He was grateful for their +comfort, considering the amount of standing he had done the day before, +and was likely to do again today. He made a quick check in the mirror to +make sure he hadn't buttoned anything one-off, and left the room. +Hurrying downstairs, he found... no one. The restaurant was quiet and +dark. He stood there for a moment, feeling foolish. He had assumed the +diner served breakfast, but obviously he had assumed incorrectly. Rena +hadn't woken him because she wasn't up yet, herself. He had time to kill, +and he knew exactly where to do it. + Quietly he went back upstairs, and headed for the bookshelves. +Much of what he found was fiction, but one shelf-unit seemed dedicated +to reference type materials. Dictionaries, a set of encyclopedias dated +1962 with "year-book" updates through 1975, and an atlas, were among his +finds there. He pulled out the atlas and looked up Texas, finally locating +Ridge. It was quite near the Gulf coast east of Houston. He closed the +atlas and returned it to its place. A bit further on he found what appeared +to be textbooks on various subjects ranging from astronomy to art history, +but they were all several years old, and would not bring him up to speed +on current events in any case. He spotted a promising-looking stack of +thin, glossy folios with the word "Newsweek" blazoned across the top. He +picked up the top one, and found it was dated only a few days previous. +He smiled, picked up the stack and sat down on the couch with them to +read. + ### + Rena pushed the snooze delay on the alarm clock again, but the +radio didn't go off. She moaned into her pillow, realizing that meant she +had already hit it twice. It was morning. She hated mornings. With a sigh +she turned onto her back and stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. +Get up, get showered, put on some clothes... the usual routine beckoned. +She yawned and maneuvered herself into a sitting position. Coffee first. +She had to have coffee. That meant going downstairs, not an easy task +first thing in the morning. She combed her fingers through her hair and +managed to stand, her feet feeling puffy as they always did in the +mornings. + "Feet, move," she commanded. They obeyed, sluggishly. She wandered +down the hall and into the family room, heading for the stairs. Halfway +through the room she suddenly became aware that she wasn't alone, and +froze in place for a moment, feeling quite alert as a rush of panic swept +through her. Half-afraid to turn, her suspicions were confirmed when the +other person spoke. + "Good morning." + Oh, god. She turned slowly, her face fiery with embarrassment. She had +totally forgotten about him. The slightly amused manner in which he was +regarding her over the top of an old issue of Newsweek fanned the +conflagration in her face to spread lower. She could almost feel her toes +blushing. He was dressed, damn him, and looking completely composed +and at home on her sofa, his feet propped against the footstool, and his +lap full of magazines. + "Uh..." she said articulately, "..hi." + "How are you this morning?" he asked, lowering the magazine. + "Not awake," she said with a rueful grin. "I forgot you were here." + He smiled. "To be honest, I forgot I was here too, for a few +moments. When I woke, I had no idea where I was. Then when I +remembered, I thought I must be late to start work, but then I went +downstairs and realized you must not open for breakfast." + She felt even stupider, if that was possible. "Oh, god, I'm sorry! +I never thought to tell you our hours! We only serve breakfast on +weekends any more, since we didn't get enough weekday traffic to make +it worth my while getting up that early. I am *not* a morning person." + "I can tell," he said, deadpan. "Can I do anything for you?" + For a moment she was tempted... too tempted. She started to blush +again. "No, thank you. I was just going to go start a pot of coffee. I'm +afraid I need a jump-start in the mornings." + His eyes narrowed, and after a moment he shook his head. + "Jump-start?" + She realized he didn't understand the metaphor, and hastened to +explain before he jumped to some unsavory conclusion. "You know, like a +dead battery. You hook up cables to one that's good and get the car started, +then it starts charging." + He thought about that for a moment, then nodded. "I see. Can I +make the coffee for you? I think I should be able to manage it by myself, +if you can bring yourself to trust me down there alone." + She let herself be infected by his good humor, though it wasn't her +normal morning mood. She grinned + "Oh, I suppose I could trust you *that* far. And that would be really +nice, thank you. I'm not sure I could make it down the stairs in one piece, +since my legs don't fully wake up until after the caffeine hits the system." + "It would be my pleasure," he said, and carefully moved the stack of +magazines aside and stood up. She moved to let him by and watched him +descend the stairs, admiring the view for a moment, then turned and raced +down the hall to the bathroom. One glance in the mirror confirmed her +worst fears. She looked exactly like she had just woken up from a coma. +And the sloppy-looking t-shirt and shorts didn't help matters at all. If only +she had left the nightgown *on* last night! Her one chance to look all +sleepily romantic, and she'd blown it. Damn! She studied her face in the +mirror, noticing she had wrinkle-marks on one cheek from the sheets, and +sighed. She would probably have looked like a romantic coma victim in +that nightgown, anyway. She turned on a trickle of water in the tub to let +it warm up, and brushed her teeth while she waited. + + + + ### + + + + Picard measured ground coffee into the paper filter in the basket +of the coffee-maker and turned it on, watching to make sure the water was +dripping into the little opening at the top of the pot below, instead of +hitting the rim and running off down the side. The first time he had used +the machine he had learned the hard way to make absolutely sure the pot +was in the right position. Today, it was. He replaced the big canister of +coffee in the refrigerator, and noticed a bowl of somewhat sad-looking +strawberries left from the day before. On impulse, he picked up the bowl +and took it to the sink, where he washed, hulled and sliced the berries. +Sprinkling a little sugar over them, he stood for a moment, wondering if +he could remember the recipe. It had been years, even decades. The last +time he had done it, his mother had still been alive. + He scanned the kitchen, looking for ingredients. Rena and Suanne +had done their best to familiarize him with where everything was kept, and +he remembered most of them. He found two large bowls, a wire whisk, +butter, eggs, sugar, milk and flour. Taking an orange from the plastic +crate in the pantry, he rolled it lightly on the counter and sliced it in half, +squeezed half the juice over the berries, and half into a cup. He found a +grater and managed to produce a spoonful of fairly serviceable orange +zest. At that point he stopped for a moment, hoping the attempt wouldn't +turn out to be a disaster. He recalled Rena's words about him looking as +if he could master anything he set his mind to and laughed softly. That, +so far, was an unproven theorem. + + + + ### + + + + Showered and dressed, Rena stood for a moment in front of her +closet, eyeing her "city" clothes regretfully. She wanted very much to dress +up today, but it didn't make sense. What made sense was what she had +on, her usual daily uniform of jeans, and a man's white v-necked undershirt +(Sold in packs of three for seven dollars at K-Mart), and her tennis shoes. +To wear anything fancier while cooking, cleaning, and bussing tables was +madness; but oh, how she wanted to be mad, just for awhile. It seemed +like she hadn't done anything strictly for herself for almost four years now. +And she wasn't going to start now. She sighed and made a last swipe at +her hair with her brush, and headed downstairs to get her coffee. She +smiled, surely even Luke, who seemed to have never seen a kitchen +appliance before, would have managed to make a pot of coffee by now. + As she opened the door to stairwell she smelled the distinctively +silky scent of coffee, and something else besides. Something... sweet, +orangey, breadish... she couldn't quite identify it. It made her hungry, +whatever it was. She took the steps a bit faster than normal, and rounded +the corner into the kitchen to find Luke standing in front of the stove, one +of her omelette pans held in one hand just above a low flame. As she +watched he made a motion with his hand, and flipped the contents of the +pan like a pro, and chuckled. She stared for a moment, feeling herself +smile in response to his laughter. Leaning against the doorframe, she +assumed a nonchalant pose. + "Having fun?" she queried. + She had to give him credit. He didn't jump or flinch, or drop the +pan, though he did turn quite quickly. Good reflexes. She saw his gaze +move down her, then back to her face, and wished again she were wearing +something more interesting. Of course, it was probably just an automatic +reflex, and he would have done the same had she been male. He grinned +at her. + "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I haven't done this in years, I had +forgotten how much fun it can be. Have you any brandy?" + She blinked, puzzled. "Brandy?" + "Yes, you know, brandy. It's a liquor, it generally comes in a bottle, +about 100 proof, amber colored..." + She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I know what it is, I just +wondered what you wanted it for." + "You'll see... if you have any, that is." + "A secret eh? Well, as long as you're not planning to swill it while +you cook..." + "Ms. Taylor, I am offended!" he said melodramatically. "One never +swills brandy, it just *isn't* done!" + "Well, in that case let me see what I can find. I have an assortment +of liquor from my Santa Fe days that I think might include some brandy. +Of course, you have to promise you won't tell Mrs. Sewell on me. She'd +have the minister over here to talk to me about the evils of drink." + "I promise," he put his hand, the one with the spatula in it, over his +heart and looked quite serious. She giggled and went back upstairs to look +for the brandy. + It was exactly where she remembered, and covered with a layer of +dust. She took the bottle into the bathroom and wiped it down with a +damp washcloth, then took it downstairs to him. He took it from her hand +and steered her out to a table in the dining room where a cup of coffee +sat steaming. He had set a small metal pitcher of cream beside the cup. +Rena was touched that he had remembered she liked it white. In point of +fact, she'd been teased all her life for using coffee as an excuse to drink +warm milk with sugar in it. As she made adjustments to the coffee he +disappeared back into the kitchen. She drank slowly, savoring both the +beverage, and the unaccustomed pleasure of having someone waiting on +*her* for a change. + She was almost finished with the cup when he reappeared and set +a plate in front of her. He had arranged four crepes on it, and a fan of +orange slices. A drizzle of deep pink crossed the crepes in an artfully +random pattern. She looked up at him in surprise. + "You expect me to eat this? I couldn't possibly! It would ruin it!" + "You have to eat it, this is the first time I've made it in well over +ten years. I have to know if I did it right." + "Didn't you taste it?" + "Yes, but I need an unbiased opinion." + "Well, then, I guess I'll have to destroy this work of art. I'll do it, +but only on one condition." + "That being?" + "You have to join me." + "I will, I dislike breakfasting alone." + She waited for him to join her before picking up her fork. Slices of +white-hearted strawberries spilled from the golden casing as she cut into +it. She forked up a bite and closed her eyes in bliss as she chewed. When +she opened her eyes again, she found him regarding her quizzically. Her +quirky sense of humor got the better of her. + "Not bad," she allowed, teasing him. "Mmmhmm," she took another +bite, and managed to refrain from moaning as she ate it. "Not bad +at all. Of course, if you smothered it with cool whip and jacked up the +sugar content about a hundred and fifty percent, we might even have a +best seller." + He looked appalled, and she couldn't keep her face straight any +longer. She laughed and put her hand on his. "I'm teasing you, Luke! +For heaven's sake, grant me a modicum of taste! It's wonderful! The +subtle hint of orange is lovely, and is that coriander I taste?" + He looked unutterably relieved as he nodded. "Oh, thank god, I +thought for a moment that you were serious! And yes, it is coriander." + She nodded. "I thought so. You'd better not do this every morning +or I'm going to get spoiled." + He looked as if he was going to say something, then he stopped +himself and shook his head. She suddenly realized she still had her hand +over his, and snatched it back, feeling embarrassed. She tried to cover it +with a joke. + "Sorry, I forgot it was there. Are you going to report me for sexual +harassment now?" + He looked up at her in surprise, his eyes wide. She realized for the +first time that they weren't brown, but hazel, in fact at the moment they +were almost light enough to be called gray. + "Sexual harassment?" he queried, sounding astonished. "Was that +your intention?" + "I... ah..." Rena stared back at him, half tempted to admit that if she +weren't quite so ethical she might just consider it. Then she realized they +were having a culture clash again. He had no idea what she was talking +about. She hastened to explain. + "Oh, heavens no! I was joking again! Damn, I keep forgetting that +you come from a completely different community. I guess they don't have +that problem over there, or at least, it doesn't make the news." + "What problem?" + "Employers extorting sexual favors from their employees... oh, let's +just drop it, I never was much good at telling jokes." + "No, wait," he stopped her, looking incredulous. "Is that really a +problem here?" + "Sometimes, in some places. Usually it's men hassling women, though." + "You're not joking now?" + "No, absolutely not." + "But that's barbaric!" + She was so pleased by his reaction that she almost smiled, but she was +afraid he would misinterpret it, so instead she nodded. + "Yes, it is. But slowly, but surely, things are changing. I hope, +anyway. They have to." + "They will," he assured her. Oddly, she believed him, though he +could be no more certain of the future than she was. She looked down at +her plate and realized she was letting her breakfast get cold, and it was too +good to waste. She picked up her fork again, and gestured for him to do +the same. + "Eat, eat! You're gettin' skinny!" she told him, in her best Jewish- +Mother accent. + He looked a bit puzzled, but smiled and complied. They finished +the meal in a companionable silence. + + + + ### + + + + As he ate, Picard reflected on the fact that he was growing rather +fond of Rena Taylor. She seemed to be a woman of uncompromising +good sense, she was intelligent, well spoken, strong-willed and had a good +sense of humor. The fact that he also found her physically attractive was +an added bonus... or detriment, depending on how he looked at it. He had +no idea how long he would be stranded in this time. It could be as short +as minutes, or as long as decades. Q was completely unpredictable. He +couldn't get involved with someone... not when he didn't *know*, and +couldn't explain. He wondered if this attraction was part of Q's script, but +had no way of knowing. The whole incident might not even be real, it +could all be in his head, like his time with Eline, or the time Q had let him +relive a part of his youth. + In point of fact, he was having a hard time convincing himself to be +wary and tense. The whole incident was almost like a glorified holodeck +adventure. Earth's twentieth century was not a period he would have +chosen on his own, but it held its own appeal to the historian's eye. It was +the birthplace of many of the ideas which had come to final fruition in his +own time. He was actually *enjoying* himself! He suspected that wasn't +what Q had had in mind when he had sent him here. He had enjoyed the +simple activity of cooking, the absence of need for constant decision- +making. It was wonderful! Even the altercation with Billy-Ray had been +fun, in a rather primitive, hormonal sort of way. He almost laughed, +knowing how annoyed Q would be when he realized he'd given his nemesis +a much needed vacation. + Picard's eyes and thoughts came back to Rena, and the one thing +about her he found perplexing. Despite her obvious intelligence and +education, she appeared to have a bit of a problem with self-esteem. Her +earlier comment about becoming "spoiled" had been an indication of that. +He had almost told her that she was entitled to a little spoiling, considering +the amount of self-sacrifice her last several years had entailed, but he had +thought better of it, suspecting it would earn him an argument. Despite +the almost instant closeness he felt with her, he was a stranger, and had +no right to go telling her how to live her life, no matter how much he +wanted to. Like her art. He couldn't believe she was just letting her +sculptures collect dust in an upstairs room where no one could see them! +The very least she could do would be to display them in the diner for +others to enjoy. He wondered if he could possibly talk her into doing that +much, before he had to leave. + That thought reminded him of how uncertain his time was. He +took a last sip of his tea, and took a breath to speak, but Rena beat him +to it. She pushed her plate away with a regretful sigh. + "Well, this was lovely, but we've got to get busy or we won't be +ready for the lunch crowd," she ran a finger through the strawberry juice +on the plate and licked it off. The way she did it, eyes closed in +enjoyment, caused a surprisingly sensual reaction in him, but a moment +later she picked up her plate and cup and took them into the kitchen, +which gave him a moment to recover before he followed with his own +detritus. As he came through the doors she looked up from rinsing her +plate and grinned. + "Now that I know you know your way around a stove, you get to +learn the ins and outs of being a fry-cook. You should have let me go on +believing you were a rank amateur, you know. I'd have been easier on +you. Would you start water boiling in the big stock pot, and throw in the +bowl of chicken scraps from the refrigerator? The soup has to be the first +thing started, and it's my 'speshee-ally-tee della masson,' as it were," she +waved a hand regally, grinning as she said it to make certain he knew she +was deliberately mispronouncing it. "Why, folks come from miles around +for my chicken soup, even in the summer." + "I can understand that," he said, intending to complement her on +it, but she laughed, interrupting him. + "Yep, so can I. I'm the only restaurant in the county!" + He couldn't let that pass. Setting down the big pot he had just +picked up to fill, he put his hands on his hips, his expression grave. + "I realize this is a touch presumptuous of me, Ms. Taylor, but there +is absolutely no reason for you to belittle yourself! No matter how much +you try to disguise it as humor, that is what you're doing, and it's +completely unwarranted! You're plainly a fine businesswoman, otherwise +this place would not still be open. Why can't you accept that?" + She stared at him, her eyes wide and a little hurt, and he started to +regret having said it. Then she sighed and shook her head, running a hand +through her hair in an already-familiar gesture. + "I... don't know why, I really don't. I guess... I just don't *feel* +competent at it. This isn't what I had planned to do with my life; I just +ended up doing it by default." + "What did you plan to do?" + She glanced ruefully toward the back door, and he knew what she +was going to say before she said it. He wasn't wrong. + "I planned to be a sculptor, and I had a pretty good start at it, +when everything fell apart here. When the oil boom went bust, the town +started to die, and it took Dad with it. Mom was a wreck, she couldn't +handle things by herself after he was gone. Then when she died too... +there were too many people counting on me to keep things going. I +couldn't just quit and go back to Santa Fe, it wouldn't have been right." + "For whom?" he asked quietly, "Who is this amorphous 'them?' +Your parents?" + She laughed, a short, unhappy laugh. "My parents are dead." + "But are they? You seem to be living their dream, not your own. +The dead can be very powerful." + He knew a lot about how influential the dead could be. It took little +effort to summon to mind people whose deaths he had been directly, or +indirectly responsible for. + Rena's eyes focused on something distant, and after a moment she +shook her head vehemently. + "I can't talk about this right now. I've got a diner to run," she +brushed past him on her way to the pantry, and he almost reached out to +catch her arm and force her to listen to him, then thought better of it, +reminding himself for the second time that morning that he had no right +to interfere with her life. He wasn't her keeper, in fact he wasn't her +anything. He was simply an employee. He let the subject drop and turned +to fill the stockpot with water. + + + ### + + + Rena spent the day in a kind of self-induced schizophrenia. She +kept busy bussing tables, waiting on customers during Sueann's frequent +breaks, and teaching Luke the ins and outs of burritos, burgers and chili. +But all day long her mind was only half there, the other half of it was +worrying at Luke's words like a dog at a bone. Why *was* she still in +town running the Double R instead of back in Santa Fe? It was a +question she had avoided asking herself for two years, yet Luke had zeroed +in on it with unerring precision. + It wasn't until late in the afternoon that the answer finally began to +percolate through the filters of denial. She was spelling Luke in the +kitchen so he could have a break, and watching him perched on one of the +counter stools next to Larry Cox involved in a lively conversation about +strategy and tactics in World War Two, when it came to her. She *liked* +Ridge. Well, parts of it anyway. She liked the small-town nature of it, the +fact that everyone knew everyone else, and watched out for each other. +She had never had that in Santa Fe. She had known her own small circle +of friends, but aside from that it had been just another city. She liked +the... human-ness of it. Unfortunately the one thing she had then, she +didn't have now. Friends. People who were her peers, not her +dependents. + She finished cleaning off the grill and stood at the sink. washing her +greasy hands and contemplating her epiphany. She really did miss having +friends, but most of her contemporaries had moved away from Ridge years +ago, when the oil industry fell apart. Even if they had stayed, most of +them weren't people she could be friends with. She thought of Shelly, and +Mario, and Travis, and Jeannie, and Lanelle, all back in Santa Fe +bemoaning their lives there as much as she had complained about her own +in Ridge, and wondered if anyone was ever really happy with their lives. +It didn't seem like it. With a sigh she shut off the water and dried her +hands. + Glancing out into the diner, she saw that Luke and Larry had +apparently finished their conversation; or else Ruth had decided her father +had finished, whether or not he had. She was tugging Larry toward the +door. Rena smiled as she watched Luke usher them to the door and +gallantly hold it open for them. Ruth preened, apparently unaware that +the gallantry was not aimed specifically at her. Luke stood a moment +watching them through the door, and Rena found herself studying him +through the serving slot with a sculptor's eye. Even when he was relaxed, +his compact frame held an intriguing sense of coiled tension, and he stood +beautifully. His face was all planes and angles, the late afternoon sun +highlighting the highest of them. She found her fingers itching for a cool, +silky mound of clay, or a sketchbook, anything with which she could +capture what she was seeing. Not for the first time she wondered who he +really was, and what he was doing working in a two-bit diner in a dying +town. She sensed that there were depths in him that she would never get +to see, that perhaps no one would ever see. + As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned away from the door and +looked straight at her. She managed to smile and wave, and hoped her +flushed cheeks would be attributed to the heat in the kitchen. He smiled +back, and walked toward the kitchen. She watched the doors swing open +as he walked through them, and felt an incredible urge to be reckless. She +looked around for Sueann, and didn't find her, she was probably still +upstairs on the couch for her mid-afternoon nap. Larry and Ruth had +been their last lunch customers, and the dinner rush wouldn't start for at +least an hour and a half. They were alone, not a soul around to hear her +make a complete and utter fool of herself. Before she could lose her +nerve, she did it. + "Luke, would you pose for me?" + She got the distinct impression that he very nearly looked over his +shoulder to see who she was talking to. After half a second's hesitation, +he touched his chest. + "Me?" + "I don't know why I didn't see it before, but I just now realized what +a great model you would make!" + "Me?" he repeated, somewhat incredulously + "Yes, you! Do you see anyone else in the room?" + "Ah, no. I just... why me?" + "Because you're *interesting*, that's why! The way you stand, the +way you hold yourself, your face... you'd make a wonderful subject." + "I... never thought of myself as an artist's model before. I'm not +sure I'm very comfortable with the idea..." + "Nobody is, the first time, but really, it's completely professional. +You said you'd tried painting, surely you work from life models!" + "Well, yes, but..." + "Then you know, when I'm working, I won't see *you,* I'll see a +model posing." + Picard eyed Rena dubiously. She might be able to do that, he +doubted he could. + "Please?" her tone was innocently wheedling. "Pretty please, with +ice cream and chocolate sauce on top?" + He had to smile at that, but he still couldn't quite bring himself to +commit. + "I don't know how long I'll be here, my... friend could return for me +at any time." + "I know. How about this... if you're still here on Monday, that's the +only day we close the diner, you'll pose?" + Her insistence was wearing, and he didn't really have a good excuse +not to do it. With a sigh, he nodded. + "Very well, if I'm here, I'll do it, but just once." + She grinned, obviously elated, then just as suddenly frowned. +"Once?" She shook her head. "Not enough. It usually takes several +sittings." + He started to protest, but she suddenly snapped her fingers, +interrupting him. "I know. I've got dad's old polaroid. I'll take a +couple of pictures to work from when I don't have you live. How's that?" + Pictures? He wasn't entirely sure he liked that idea either, but +if it would lessen the amount of time he had to spend posing... + "I suppose that would be all right," he said reluctantly. + "Great!" She smiled, then her expression turned mischievous. "By +the way, Luke, from what I can see, you've got no reason at all to be so +modest, Trust me." + He couldn't help returning that smile. "Is that supposed to make +me feel more at ease?" he asked facetiously. + She winked. "Nope." +With that parting shot, she turned and was gone through the double doors, +tub in hand, to start bussing tables. He stared after her for a moment, still +smiling, then shook his head and turned back to the stove and stirred the +soup. He chuckled. None of his crew would ever believe *this* story. He +wasn't sure he believed it himself. He kept expecting to wake and find it +was all a dream. Rena in particular. + Feeling an unaccustomed wistfulness, he found himself thinking of +some of the women with whom he had pursued relationships. Why was +it that he always fell in love with women he couldn't stay with? On second +thought, he decided he would rather not know the answer to that. It +probably would tell him more about himself than he really wanted to +know. There were dishes to load, and at the moment that took +precedence over introspection. + + + + ### + + + + It had been a long, long day, Picard reflected as he fell back across +his bed with a sigh. Despite having just taken a hot shower, his feet hurt, +his back hurt; hell, even his knees felt stiff! For the first time in his life he +felt his age, and considering that in this century people died younger, that +was relatively older than he really was. A convoluted thought, if ever there +was one. He smiled wryly, and sat up, realizing that despite his physical +tiredness, he didn't feel much like sleeping. His mind was wide awake, it +was just his body that wanted rest. He remembered Rena's library, and +the obvious solution presented itself. He would borrow a book and read +until his mind was ready to sleep too. + He pulled on his jeans, thinking absently that they were due for a +cleaning, despite the white chef's aprons Rena made him wear. So far, +though, he hadn't seen anything that even resembled a processor. He +would have to ask Rena. Her clothing always looked immaculate, so there +had to be something available. + He ventured out of his room, casting a glance at Rena's door. No +light showed beneath it, she was probably already asleep. Quietly, he +crossed the few steps to the "family room" door, and opened it. To his +surprise, the room was neither dark nor deserted. An object he had +mentally dismissed as some sort of viewscreen emitted a thin, bluish light, +and small figures moved on it. Rena sat before it, sprawled rather +inelegantly on the sofa, staring blankly at the moving images. Curious, he +studied the screen to see what she was watching, and froze, a gasp of +astonishment escaping him. The individuals on the screen were wearing +Starfleet uniforms! A decades-old design, granted, but it was instantly +recognizable. His sound had caught Rena's attention, and she looked up, +grinning sheepishly. + "I know, it's an awful waste of time, but I just can't resist Star Trek. +I suppose I've shocked you now..." + He dragged his gaze from the screen long enough to shake his +head, a bit distractedly. + "No, not at all... ah, what did you say it was called?" + "Star Trek. You don't mean to tell me you've never seen it!" + He shook his head again, scrutiny riveted to the drama being played +out on the small screen. + "No, I haven't. What is it?" + "It's a twenty-some year old science fiction television program, not +to mention American cultural phenomenon. I can't believe you've never +heard of it! I thought just about everyone in the world knew about Star +Trek! Don't they show it on French television?" + "I don't know, I... never watched much television there," he +answered truthfully. She grinned. + "Ah, the intellectual type, just as I suspected. Well, sit down and +let me introduce you to an American institution;" she gestured at the +screen. "Meet the stalwart crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise. The guy in the +gold shirt is Captain James T. Kirk, galactic womanizer and general all- +around-hero sort of guy. To his right, the one with the pointy ears, is the +inestimable Mr. Spock, his coolly logical Vulcan first officer. On his left +is the irascible Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy..." she let her sentence trail +off as she finally noticed his expression. "Luke? Are you okay?" Sit +*down*!"* + He sat. suddenly realizing how peculiar his behavior must seem to +her. He couldn't very well tell her the *real* reason why he had reacted +as he had, so he quickly tried to compose a good fake one. + "I.. ah, I'm sorry, I just thought for a moment that I recognized one +of those men." + She grinned. "I'd be surprised if you didn't! They're famous!" + "No, I meant, personally. The resemblance is rather remarkable." + "Which one?" + "The... one in blue, Amb... I mean, Mr. Spock." + "Oh, that's Leonard Nimoy." + He looked at her, puzzled. "Excuse me?" + She gestured toward the screen. "The actor who plays Spock. His +name is Leonard Nimoy. Is that who you thought it was?" + "Oh, no, it's not." + Actors, that explained some, but not all. How on Earth was it +possible that a mid-twentieth-century fictional drama could have so +precisely predicted events which would not take place for more than two +centuries? And the resemblances were uncanny! Especially the actor +portraying Spock. Picard had met Spock twice in person, not to mention +having shared one of the most intimate of all experiences, a mind-meld, +with Spock's father Sarek. Yet, despite all that, had he not known he was +watching an actor, he might not have realized it was *not* Spock. + He sat back against the sofa, still tense, and watched in complete +amazement as the dramatists enacted vignettes from a famous incident, +one in which the original starship Enterprise had encountered a Romulan +cloaking device in use for the first time. He had read about it during his +days at the Academy, and, apparently, so had someone in this era. He +wondered abruptly if it could be come sort of bizarre joke of Q's. If so, +what exactly was it supposed to prove? A few moments later the story was +interrupted by a series of advertisements, and Rena looked over at him. + "So, what do you think?" + "It's... interesting." + "This one is sort of a remake of an old film called Run Silent, Run +Deep. It looks awfully dated now, and the effects are kind of cheesy, but +it's still a lot of fun. I understand there's a new Star Trek series out, but +I haven't seen it. We don't get it out here in the boonies unless you have +satellite, which I don't." + Picard bridled slightly. Cheesy effects? Just because the technology +was a bit outdated didn't mean it was "cheesy." Suddenly her last sentence +sank in. + "A *new* series?" he ventured, with some trepidation. + Rena nodded. "So I hear. Like I said, I've never seen it, but from +what I hear it's pretty good... better than the original, some people say, +though there's a lot of quibbling about that. No one seems to argue that +the old one was better acted, just that it was better plotted." + "Does it involve the same characters?" Picard asked, despite his +disquiet. + "No, it's a whole new group, I think." + Jean-Luc had a feeling he did *not* want to know who those +characters were. It *must* be Q's doing, what else could it be? + The program resumed. and over the next half-hour there were +several more interruptions for advertising. He found that quite annoying, +but Rena seemed to just ignore them, so he did the same and they ended +up talking about the events portrayed on the show. It was an odd +conversation since she saw them as metaphoric, and he as actual events, +but it was also an interesting one. By the time it ended, they were +basically ignoring the program in favor of their conversation. Both of them +were surprised when the background noise generated by the ignored +television suddenly degenerated into a static hiss. Rena laughed, shaking +her head. + "We talked right through the signoff! 'High Flight,' the 'Star Spangled +Banner,' and all! I can't believe it! It's after midnight! God, we've got to +get to sleep or we'll both be total wrecks in the morning. Come on, let's go +to bed." + He nodded and stood, waiting for her while she turned off the television, +then preceded him down the hall toward the bedrooms. She stood in front +of her door for a moment, looking at him, and he lifted his eyebrows +questioningly. She smiled at him in a way that made him wish for just a +moment that they weren't about to enter *separate* rooms. + "Thank you, Jean-Luc. It's been a long time since I've had someone I +could really talk to. It's a wonderful treat." + He felt simultaneously embarrassed and pleased. She had said his +name, for the first time. She hadn't called him Luke, but Jean-Luc, and +there had been no trace of humor as she said it. He smiled back. + "I've enjoyed it too, Rena." + This time she looked faintly embarrassed. She opened her door, looked +at him, and waved slightly. "Well, good night." + "Good night," he echoed. + She disappeared into her room. He opened his door, stepped inside, +and stopped, staring in disbelief, which turned quickly to anger. + "Q!" the sound escaped him in a whisper that was more of a shout. +"What the hell are you doing here?" + The entity was lounging on the narrow bed, seemingly at ease. In his +usual human form, a mature, dark-haired man, attractive in an annoying sort +of way. This time he had dressed for the occasion in ratty-looking cutoffs +and an Iron Maiden t-shirt, with a pair of red and black high-tops on his +feet. He was perusing a thick magazine with apparent interest. He +proceeded to fold out a page and turn the publication sideways, looking at +something. After a moment he looked up, eyebrows arched in mocking +curves. + "Why Jean-Luc! I'm shocked, really I am! I had no idea you were +fond of such... sordid reading material." + Picard took a deep breath and figuratively caught hold of his temper +with both hands. + "What *are* you talking about, Q? And what do you want?" + "What am I talking about? As if you need ask! I'm sure you've +already perused Miss February's nubile charms..." + He turned the magazine around and displayed a three-page fold out +of an attractive red-head wearing white lace stockings, a pink ribbon in a +bow around her neck, and a lot of makeup. Nothing else. Picard studied +it blankly for a moment, noting that the model was astonishingly well- +endowed in the mammary department, then lifted his eyes to Q's face. + "I cannot believe you came here simply to show me a photograph of +an unclad woman, Q. What do you want?" + "Come, come, mon Capitain! You deny that these haven't +brightened your evenings?" He indicated a stack of similar magazines on +the bed. + Picard sighed, realizing there would be no gainsaying Q's whim, and +shook his head. "I've never seen them before, what makes you think they're +mine?" + "I found them under your bed! Who else would they belong to?" + Picard chuckled. "Probably the last occupant of this room, the +brother of the woman to whom the house belongs. I can assure you that I +don't spend a lot of time grubbing about under the furniture... though +apparently you do." + Q closed the magazine with a snap, leaving the page showing Miss +February's legs hanging out. He looked quite aggravated. + "You always have an answer, don't you Captain?" + "No, not always, as you are well aware. Now, would you mind +telling me what it is you want?" + Q disappeared from the bed in a flash of blue light, and reappeared +a moment later sitting cross-legged on the dresser, hands steepled together. + "Why my dear Captain, you mean to say you haven't missed me? I'm +devastated! I thought by now you'd be howling for me to come rescue you! +Tell me, how are you enjoying Earth in the Twentieth century? Is the work +harder than you're used to? Surely you're ready to admit that you have it +pretty easy aboard your precious Enterprise, don't you?" + Picard felt a wave of incredulity. Was *that* what this was all about? +He shook his head. "I admit nothing, Q. It's like comparing apples and +oranges! There are no grounds for comparison at all!" + "Oh? So... you *enjoy* working as a common laborer? Spending +your days in the heat and grease, serving your fellow man?" + Picard felt a smile form despite himself, and told the truth. + "Actually, it does have a certain appeal." + Q's scowl deepened, and he disappeared again, reappearing beside +Picard, close enough for his breath to warm his ear as he whispered. + "Well then, since you seem to like it so well, you may stay!" + Picard spun to face his tormenter, but Q was gone. The room was +empty save for himself. He suddenly realized what he had done, and +felt like a fool. He'd just given Q an excuse to leave him there. He +should have protested, and demanded to be taken home! + "Q? Damn it, Q, come *back* here! I need to get back to my ship!" + Silence answered him. For a few moments, then a tentative knock +sounded at his door. + "Luke? Are you okay?" + He closed his eyes in disgust. That was all he'd needed. Rena must +have overheard him. Great, now she would no doubt think he'd begun +talking to himself. What possible plausible reason could he have... his eye +fell on the volume of Shakespeare he'd been perusing earlier, and he +snatched it up, letting it fall open to an arbitrary page. He managed an +innocently curious expression as he opened the door. + "Did you need something?" he queried blandly. + She looked past him into the room, then back to him, a bit +sheepishly. + "I...ah... I thought I heard you talking to someone." + He feigned chagrin. "Could you hear me? I'm sorry... I was reading +this passage aloud, for effect, you see." + She looked at the book, dubiously. He knew he was going to have +to do better. Chosing a passage at random, he began to read. + "By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, now my dear lady, hath +mine enemies brought to my shore: and by my prescience I find my zenith doth +depend upon a most auspicious star; whose influence if I now court not, but +omit, my fortunes will ever after droop. Here, cease more questions, thou art +inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, and give it way; I know thou cans't +not choose," he left off and chanced a glance at her. She was staring at him +a bit bemusedly. He guessed that was enough, and finished up. "The Tempest, +act one, scene two." + "Oh," she said, looking faintly relieved. "Do you often read aloud?" + "Occasionally. Sometimes you have to read it aloud to hear the +cadences correctly. It can make a difference in the meaning." + "That's true. Well, now that I know you're alright, I am 'inclined to +sleep,'" she smiled a little, and turned back to re-enter her own room. He +watched her go, noticing that the lace-trimmed white gown she wore tonight +was a far cry from her shorts and t-shirt of that morning, and that the fabric +from which it was made was very nearly translucent. Resolutely he closed +his own door, swallowing heavily. Miss February had nothing on Rena +Taylor, as far as he was concerned. + + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:32:23 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from orion.cis.ksu.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu ESMTP (8.5) + id OAA05424; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:32:20 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by orion.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.3) + id OAA06834; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:53 -0500 +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CXWK5KO28Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:09:32 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:09:31 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 4, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CXWK5KO48Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: O + + A soft knock at the door startled Jean-Luc awake. He +experienced a moment of disorientation, and without thinking he sat up +in bed and turned toward the door. + "Come." + As soon as he'd said it, he realized where he was, and that his +response was not the correct one, but it was too late by that time. The +door inched open and Rena peered in, tentatively. Fortunately he was +at least mostly covered. Her gaze flickered down him, then almost +immediately lifted back to his face, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. It +wasn't the first time she'd done that, and he was beginning to wonder if +she was either very inexperienced, or alternately, if she were as attracted +to him as he was to her. Those were the only things he could think of +that might account for her actions. It was probably the former, he +reflected pessimistically. She smiled apologetically. + "Umm... hi, sorry to wake you, but it's nine-thirty. I need you +downstairs when you're awake and dressed." + "Nine-thirty?" he was startled, and lifted the sheers to look +outside. The sky was a uniform luminous gray, and everything looked a +bit hazy. + "I let you sleep as long as I could, after keeping you up all night +last night, but I really could use some help." + He felt somewhat chagrined that she had been required to come +fetch him. "Of course, I'm sorry. I had no idea it was so late. Usually +the sun wakes me." + "It's okay, I should have shown you how to set the alarm. There +was no chance of the sun waking you this morning! That tropical +depression they mentioned on the weather report yesterday has arrived. +I only hope it doesn't get any worse, half the crops are still out, and no +one around here can afford to lose them!" + "Tropical depression?" + "Mmmhmm. They form out in the Gulf, and sometimes turn into +tropical storms, or even hurricanes. They can be really nasty business, +but this late in the season they rarely get bad. Come on, now. Up and +at 'em!" + She winked at him and closed the door. As he dressed, he found +himself thinking about the past few days. Thursday had passed quickly, +and with no further sign of Q, which worried him a bit. He was beginning +to worry about what was happening on the Enterprise in his absence, but his +work kept him too busy to really dwell on it. He and Rena had watched Star +Trek again, and again that had degenerated into a discussion triggered by +the episode. The only problem he had... other than the obvious one of his +presence in the 20th century, was his own growing attraction to his employer, +and the mixed feeling which that engendered. He had lain awake long into the +morning trying to talk himself out of wanting her. + He pushed those thoughts aside once again and joined Rena in the kitchen +to start preparing for the lunch crowd. She was sitting on a tall stool at +one of the counters when he entered the room, and she motioned for him to +join her, handing him a mug of steaming tea, the scent from which told him +it was his favorite. Her plate, and the one he assumed was his, held three +puffy, golden-brown triangles. Between the plates was a plastic bear full of +honey. He looked at her curiously, and she smiled. + "It's my turn to provide breakfast. I heated up the fryer early +today and made sopapillas. Ever had them?" + He shook his head, sliding onto the empty stool next to hers. Her +smile turned to a grin. + "Well, you're in for a treat, then! They're the next best thing to +sex..." she laughed and blushed again. "Well, sort of, anyway. They're +the Mexican equivalent of doughnuts. They're hollow inside, so what you +do is tear off a corner, drizzle honey into the middle, and eat." + She demonstrated, then handed him the honey. He followed her +example. The pastry was warm to the touch, and steamed gently when +he tore off a corner as she had instructed. The honey, thinned by the +heat, ran easily and coated the interior of the pastry. He took a tentative +bite, and smiled. The wheaten flavor of the confection was perfectly +complimented by they honey, and the crisp outer layer contrasted nicely +with the almost doughy interior. + "Like it?" Rena queried, a bit anxiously + Recalling her comments about his crepes he was tempted to tease her +similarly. He swallowed, and followed the bite with a sip of tea before +answering. + "You might have exaggerated *slightly* in your description, but it +is delicious." + She beamed. "Oh, good! I hoped you'd like them! Technically +they're not breakfast, or even dessert as most people assume. They're +supposed to be served with a meal as a sort of palate cleanser. Since +Mexican food is often very spicy, the blandness of the sopapillas helps +cool the burn. But to me, they're just about the world's most perfect +breakfast, I've treated myself to them at least once a month since I +discovered them." + She took another bite of her own pastry, a blissful expression +suffusing her face. He watched, fascinated, by her obvious enjoyment. +It was becoming quite apparent that Rena Taylor was a bit of a +sensualist, underneath her no-nonsense exterior. He must have watched +her a moment too long, though, for she suddenly looked up at him with +a lifted eyebrow. + "I have honey on my chin, right?" + He laughed. "No, Rena, you don't. I was just thinking how nice +it is to see you enjoy yourself." + Yet another wave of color washed across her face and her gaze +dropped to her plate. + "Oh. I...ah...." suddenly she laughed, shaking her head. "Oh hell, +I don't know why that should embarrass me. I *was* enjoying it! And +I intend to keep right on doing so," with that she took another bite, with +exaggerated relish. + "Good, for I certainly never intended to make you self-conscious +about it." + "Don't worry," she said around a bite. "You won't." + + + ### + + + '...You won't make me any more self-conscious than I already am.' +Rena thought to herself wryly. She'd felt self-conscious since the first +moment she'd laid eyes on him. It was beginning to wear on her. She +finished her second pastry, swallowed her last sip of tea. and then took +her plate and cup to the sink to wash and put away. A few moments +later Jean-Luc joined her there, reaching for her plate and the dishrag +she was using. + "I'll do these, why don't you start the pintos? You know the +pressure cooker intimidates me." + She laughed and relinquished her place, her fingers sliding soapily +along his as she passed the plate to him. She firmly ignored the spark +of heat that flashed along her nerve endings at the contact, or at least, +she told herself to do so. Her body didn't cooperate very well. She +brushed a stray lock of hair out her face with the back of her hand and +grinned at him. + "Well, how were you to know that you shouldn't just take the +rocker off when the time was up? I never told you!" + He smiled wryly. "Basic physics should have told me that, whether +or not you'd mentioned it. I wonder if you'll ever get all the beans out +of the vent filter?" + "I took it out and rinsed it this morning before you were up. It's +fine now. But I *will* man the pressure cooker if you like, a lot of +people are afraid of them, you're not alone." + He lifted an eyebrow at her, drawing himself up ramrod straight. + "I am *not* afraid of it! I simply... respect it." + She studied him for a moment, then grinned sardonically. "Yeah, +right. When you finish those you can start the soup-stock, you did fine +with that yesterday." + "Aye, sir," he said, and she got the impression he would have +saluted her had his hands not been full of dishes. She wondered if he'd +been in the military. That would explain his bearing, and some of his +mannerisms. Did France have a military, she wondered momentarily, +then realized what a stupid question that was, betraying her cultural bias. +The only militaries she ever thought much about were the US and Soviet +ones... or rather, the formerly Soviet ones. Of *course* France had a +military. She dug several cups of dried beans out of the big burlap bag +and tossed them in a strainer to rinse them, and watched him pick up the +big stock pot and carry it to the sink to fill. She realized that although +she'd told him a great deal about herself, he had told her very little about +himself. Suddenly she had an awful thought, and before she could stop +herself the question spilled out. + "Jean-Luc... are you married?" + He looked up at her in obvious surprise, but he seemed to +hesitate for a moment, before he shook his head. "No, I'm not. Why do +you ask?" + "I... uh... was just curious," she said, suddenly paying close +attention to picking field debris out of the beans. + He had hesitated. There was more to that answer than met the +eye. Did it mean he was lying, or just the more likely explanation of an +ex-wife. If he had once been married, he might have kids... that thought +startled her. But it was really none of her business. She finished rinsing +the beans, dumped them into the pot and covered them over with water. +Setting the rocker on the valve, she got them started. There was too +much to get done to stand around wondering about her employee's +mysterious past. + + + ### + + + "Rena?" + "Yes, Sueann?" Rena didn't turn around, intent on watching the +fries, not wanting to remove them until they reached just the proper +shade of golden-tan. + "I hate to do this to you, but there's a customer at table six who's +just bein' the biggest pain, Ain't nothin' I can do t' please him, and I've +tried and tried! Would you see if you can settle him down? + Lifting the heavy chromed fryer basket out of the grease Rena set +it to drain and turned around. She was a bit shocked by how pale and +drawn Sueann looked. She had both hands pressed against her lower +back, and she looked positively enormous! Rena frowned, forgetting +about the unhappy customer for the moment. + "Susie, sweetie, are you *sure* you're only seven months along?" + Sueann's gaze fell and her pale cheeks turned a dull red as she +shook her head. + "No..." she almost whispered. "I lied about how far along I was +so Billy Ray'd think it was his, cause I didn't start seein' him 'til late +February." + Torn between the urge to comfort the younger woman, and the +urge to shake her till her teeth rattled, Rena sighed. + "Oh, Sueann... you shouldn't have lied to *me*! + "I know, Rena, but I had to!" + "No, you didn't *have* to," Rena admonished sternly. "You know +I wouldn't have told him a thing! So, how far along are you, really?" + Shamefaced, Sueann stared at the floor as she answered. "Doc +Lacey figgers I'm due in three weeks." + Rena put her hand to her forehead, distractedly pushing aside her +slightly damp curls. + "Three weeks!" She exclaimed. "Three weeks? Sueann, I'd tan +your hide if you weren't so far gone! You get upstairs right now, and lie +down! After the rush is over I'll run you home. You shouldn't be +working in your condition!" + Sueann started to cry, fat tears sliding down her cheeks, leaving +mascara trails behind them. + "But Rennie! I gotta work! How else am I gonna be able to +afford to pay my rent?" + "I'll... figure something out. But you're not lifting another tray +until after that baby is born, d'you hear me?" + Sueann nodded dejectedly and wiped her eyes on her apron +before essaying the stairs to the living quarters. Rena sighed, and turned +to find Jean-Luc watching her. + "Is something wrong?" + "Nothing you can fix," she said, a bit bluntly. "I just sent Sueann +upstairs to rest, and she'll be going home as soon as I find the time to +take her. She just finally saw fit to inform me that her baby's due in +three weeks, not two months!" + He didn't seem surprised, in fact, he nodded. + "I thought she seemed pretty far along to be on her feet so much." + "Well, I wish you'd have mentioned that fact to me!" she snapped, +a bit sourly, then felt badly for it. He couldn't have know she didn't +know. She bit the inside of her lip against the feeling of hopelessness +that threatened to spill over into tears, and took a deep breath. + "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. I'm going to go out and see +what's the problem at table six, and then I'll have to take over waiting +tables. Do you think you can manage back here on your own?" + He glanced around the kitchen once, and nodded. "I think so, if +you'll be on-call for anything unusual." + She smiled, relieved. "Deal! And thank you!" + He nodded, but she was already gone. He turned back to the grill +and flipped a burger with an ease that had fast become second nature to +him. He slapped a piece of the orange plastic-like compound that went +by the name of "American cheese" on top of the meat, and put a pan +lid over it so that the steam could melt the cheese. Many of the foods +he'd tried here were quite good, but there were a few that were so +unutterably awful that it was embarrassing to be the person responsible. +He sighed and reached for a bun from the toaster. + + ### + + + Rena studied table six from the doorway for a moment, trying to +evaluate the problem. There was only one patron there, a stranger, no +doubt some traveler who'd stopped on his way somewhere. He was +seated, so she couldn't judge his height, but he seemed broad shouldered. +He wore a conservative dark suit, which looked quite out of place +amongst the usual jeans-and-t-shirt crowd. His hair was dark and curly, +brushed back from a rather high forehead. His features seemed +overlarge, almost leonine, and if she discounted a hint of petulance +around the mouth, she might have even said he was handsome. Pasting +on a cheerful smile she approached the table. + "Good afternoon sir, Sueann tells me you have a complaint?" + He looked at her, and instantly she felt the little hairs on the back +of her neck lift. He was dangerous. She wasn't sure in what way, she +just knew he was. His eyes were dark, and rather compelling. He +studied her for a moment, frowning slightly, and leaned back in his chair, +fairly reeking of arrogance. + "I didn't ask to see you, I said I wanted to see the cook." + "I'm afraid the cook is busy at the moment, I'm Rena Taylor, I +own the Double R, what can I do for you?" + "I said I wanted to see the cook!" + "And I said you can't. What can I do for you?" + She discovered that those dark eyes could become amazingly icy. + "You can't do anything for me! I just want to talk to the person +who cooked this slop!" + She took a deep breath and studied his plate. His burger and +fries looked fine, as a matter of fact, better than usual. Not a single bite +was missing from the sandwich. How the hell could he tell there was +something wrong if he hadn't even tasted it? She started to get annoyed, +but forced herself to be civil. + "Could you tell me what's wrong? Perhaps I can correct it for +you. Would you like to order something else?" + "I don't want anything else, I want to talk to *him!*" + He shot a glance past her, through the service window into the +kitchen, his eyes narrowing. She followed his gaze and found him staring +at Jean-Luc's back with recognition in his gaze. Suddenly she felt +apprehensive. Could this possibly be the person Luke had said would +come for him? Did that mean he would be leaving? Even as she +thought it, she dismissed the thought. Jean-Luc would *not* be travelling +with this asshole. + "*Is* there something wrong with your food, sir?" she insisted, +using the hard tone she reserved for drunks. "If so, please be good +enough to tell me what it is, if not, stop making such a ruckus and +behave yourself!" + The man's jaw dropped, and he leaned toward her intimidatingly. + "Do you know who I am?" he queried in a low, threatening tone. + "No, I don't, and I don't much care to, either!" She reached down +and pinched his earlobe between her fingernails, a technique she'd found +surprisingly effective. He yelped, eyes widening with astonishment and +pain. She tugged, hard, and he rose with the tug to keep her from +yanking his ear off. She walked him toward the door, everyone gaping +openmouthed at the sight. It felt kind of good. She reached the door +and yanked it open with her free hand, letting in a blast of hot air. + "You, sir, are not welcome in this establishment! Goodbye, and +don't bother to come back or I'll call the sheriff..." she smiled for +emphasis before adding a coda. "...and he's my godfather." + She let go of his ear and propelled him through the door with a +slight push to the center back. He stumbled out, and turned swiftly to +stare at her, his face a mask of outrage. + "Don't let the door hit y' in the ass on the way out," she said +sweetly, and waved, letting the door swing closed between them. He +stared at her a moment longer, his expression gradually becoming +thoughtful, then to her utter astonishment he smiled. A bright blue light +flashed from somewhere, probably a reflection off the windshield of a +passing truck, and she blinked. When her vision cleared, he wasn't there +any more. She looked right, and left, but he was nowhere to be seen. +Odd. She turned and found herself almost nose to nose with Jean-Luc. +His face was white as a sheet, his fists were clenched, and he was staring +out into the street with the most peculiar look on his face... half +exasperation, half... fear? + "Luke?" she ventured, putting a hand on his shoulder. + His attention snapped back to her and he took a deep breath, +releasing it in a sigh that sounded relieved. + "Rena, do me a favor. If he *ever* shows up again, don't do +anything. Don't talk to him, and especially don't antagonize him. Just +come get me, alright?" + She studied his face, and realized he was serious. She frowned. + "Do you *know* that guy? Is he the friend you were expecting?" + Jean-Luc made a derisive sound that in anyone else would +probably have been called a snort, and shook his head. + "Q..." he stopped himself, shaking his head, and started again. +"He's definitely not a friend, Rena; but yes, he is one of the people +I thought might come looking for me." + She stared at him, scowling now, and nodded toward the kitchen. + "I think we need to talk." + For a moment it looked like he was going to try to dissuade her, +then he nodded and preceded her into the kitchen. As the doors swung +shut behind them she turned on him, her voice a low hiss. + "You're not some kind of drug dealer, are you? Because if you +are..." The incredulous look on his face stopped her mid-sentence. That +was obviously not what was going on. "Okay, so you're not a drug dealer, +but you're obviously afraid of that guy! What is he? Organized crime? +FBI? CIA?" + "No, Rena, nothing like that. He's just an acquaintance. He's +unpredictable, and powerful, occasionally even dangerous, but he's not +from any organization," he shook his head, smiling ruefully. "In fact, his +primary purpose in life appears to be simply to annoy me. I won't try to +tell you I wasn't afraid just then, but it was for you, not me. He's been +known to hurt people." + "Who is he? How did you get involved with him?" + "I... can't tell you that. Even if I could, you probably wouldn't +believe me. Can we just leave it that if he ever shows up again you'll +come get me immediately? You won't antagonize him?" + She looked at him for a long moment, then sighed and nodded. + "God help me, I'm probably going to regret this, but alright. You +win. I trust you, Jean-Luc, and if he comes back I'll get you, right away." + He looked very relieved. "Thank you, Rena, you won't regret that, +I know you won't." + She looked skeptical, but finally sighed and turned toward the +door to return to the dining room. Glancing at the calendar on the wall +next to it she suddenly began to chuckle. + "I should have expected today to be weird! It's Friday the +Thirteenth!" she made a claw-like shape with her hand and grinned +evilly. "I guess I should be grateful it wasn't Freddy that showed up!" + With that she pushed through the swinging doors, leaving him +staring after her in complete bewilderment. + + + ### + + + As the doors swung closed behind her, there was a flash of light, +and Picard found himself facing Q, who was leaning against the wall, legs +crossed casually, a speculative expression on his face. Picard tensed. + "What is it, Q? What do you want?" + "What do I want? What do *I* want?" He tapped his lips with +a finger and gazed at the ceiling for a moment, then looked back at +Picard with an appraising glance. + "What I want, mon capitain, is to know how it is that such a +stodgy, self-righteous, *boring* man like you manages to attract such +*interesting* women!" + Picard couldn't help it. He grinned. Even knowing that it would +probably annoy the hell out of Q, and derogatory statements not with- +standing. + "I suppose that's something you'll never know, isn't it?" + Q's gaze narrowed, and he shook his finger at Picard. + "Now, now, now, one would think you don't *want* to go home, +Jean-Luc!" + Before he could answer, the doors opened again to admit Rena +with the bussing tub, and when they swung closed again Q was gone. +Picard felt relieved, and also frustrated. Another chance to go home, +gone. Why didn't that upset him more than it did? + + + + ### + + + Weekends were harder by far than the weekdays. they involved getting up +at five in the morning in order to be able to open the diner at seven for break- +fast, but they didn't close until the usual time, nine in the evening. It +made for very long days. The only saving grace had been that business had been +relatively slow, so they were able to manage with just the two of them. By +Sunday night, however, Rena was drooping with exhaustion, and Jean-Luc felt +little better. As he loaded dishes into the dishwasher he heard the +unmistakable sound of shattering crockery from the dining area, followed +swiftly by a stream of very loud, and very vulgar curses. He stifled a grin, +knowing that would only make things worse, and went to the door, pushing +it open to find Rena staring down at a pile of glass and china shards mingled +with cutlery. The big plastic tub she in which she carried dirty dishes lay +overturned beside the mess. She looked up at him, pushing her hair out of +her face in a familiar gesture, sighed, and shook her head. + "Looks like another trip to the restaurant supply house next time I go +to Houston," she nudged a large piece of plate toward the others with her +toe, and suddenly grinned wickedly. "I never did care much for these dishes; +you feel like breaking a few on purpose?" + She picked up a relatively refuse-free plate from the counter, held it +out, and let it drop. It exploded on the black and gray tile with a +satisfying crash. She reached for a glass, but he stopped her, removing +it gently from her hand, recognizing the mood that underlay her grim +humor. He set the glass aside and put his hands on her shoulders. + "Don't Rena, you're tired, and you'll regret doing it tomorrow. I'll +finish down here, you go on upstairs and get some rest." + She sagged slightly against his hands, as if she were falling asleep +where she stood, then she shook herself and straightened, pulling away from him. + "You're right, of course. I would have regretted it in the morning..." +she looked at the mess again and smiled a little. "But it would have been +fun tonight! Thanks, I owe you one." + He shook his head. "You don't owe me anything. Go on now, upstairs." + She nodded and headed for the door to the living area, feet dragging +slightly as she walked. The last thing he saw was her yawn as she went around +the corner. Seconds later his own jaw tensed as he smothered a yawn triggered +by hers. He studied the mess for a moment, then sighed and went to get the +broom and dustpan. + It was nearly forty minutes later when he had finally finished cleaning +up the broken dishes, and the kitchen as well. He was surprised to find that +he felt no sense of satisfaction in having completed his tasks, though. He +didn't know how much more of this lifestyle he could take. It was the same... +always the same. Day in, day out, monotony. How had Rena stood it for three +years? He couldn't understand how a vital, intelligent woman like her could +remain trapped in this existence. He stretched, and flinched as the stretch +aggravated the muscles he'd strained when he threw Billy Ray. They were still +sore, nearly a week later! He missed the instant relief of the protoplaser. It +was time to admit it. Q was right, at least partly. He *did* have have it +relatively easy on the Enterprise, if you discounted things like being captured +by the Borg, and tortured by Cardassians. He smiled wryly at that thought, +and wondered briefly what Deanna would say to that thought. + Taking off his apron he threw it and the kitchen towels and cloths +into the washing machine in the utility room, measured in the amount of +soap that Rena had indicated should be used, and started it. After a moment's +hesitation, his t-shirt went into the load as well. It stank of sweat, smoke +and grease. He watched as the machine filled with water and began to agitate +the laundry, then closed the lid, turned out the lights and headed upstairs +for some much-needed rest. + Halfway up the stairs he realized he could hear the television, and +frowned. Had Rena waited up for him? After he had specifically sent her +to get some sleep? He opened the door to the sitting room, prepared to +chide her about not taking care of herself, and stopped, a smile spreading +over his face. Whatever her original intention had been, she had ended up +resting despite herself. She was half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, +one shirttail out, shoes and socks lying discarded halfway between the +couch and the television; and she was sound asleep. For a moment he +considered leaving her there, but the realization of how he would feel if +*he* slept in that position all night disposed of that idea. He turned +off the television, and went to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. + "Rena... Rena, wake up." + She started, and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily as she focused. + "Luke?" she glanced at the television, puzzled, then rubbed her eyes. +"I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep. What time is it?" + "Ten-forty." + "Oh, god. I had no idea it would take so long for you to finish, I'm +sorry..." she began, looking distressed. + He cut her off, shaking his head."Stop apologizing, it's not +necessary. Now, why don't you get up and go to bed? You'll regret it if +you sleep out here." + "Mmm... probably. Help me up?" she shifted on the couch, putting +her legs over the side, and held out her hands. He took them, and pulled +her to her feet, just a bit too hard. They overbalanced and nearly fell +over, only just saving themselves. Rena laughed, and poked him in the +chest with one finger. + "I said help me *up*, Luke, not *down!*" Suddenly her hair-trigger +blush washed into her face and she snatched her hand away. "Um... sorry. +I didn't mean... what happened to your shirt?" + He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's in the wash, and I'm not +offended so please, don't start apologizing again!" + "Very well, I won't." she stepped back and studied him, her head +tilted to one side, eyes narrowed; then she smiled. "Don't forget, +tomorrow, you're *mine*" + He went very still, looking a cautiously confused. "I'm... yours?" + She nodded, rubbing her hands together in a classic gesture of greedy +anticipation. "You haven't forgotten have you? You promised to model." + He wasn't sure if he felt relief or disappointment. He was sure +he felt embarrassed, and hoped it didn't show as readily as hers did. + "Oh... that." + "Yes, that! But I won't be a slave driver, we won't start until +late... say nine?" + "Considering how I feel right now, I wouldn't call that late!" + "Pansy!" she teased. "I won't make you cook breakfast, even if it +*is* your turn!" + "My *turn?* I wasn't aware we were taking turns! I thought it was +your duty as my employer to supply room and board." + "Well, you have a room, don't you? And I'd be willing to bet you're +bored..." + He groaned, shaking his head. "You get a half-hours' nap and start +making puns? That's not fair. How can I fight that, in my condition?" + "You can't. I always get silly when I'm tired. But you need your +beauty sleep if you're going to pose for me, so you'd better go on to bed." + He made a derisive snort at her use of the term 'beauty sleep,' but +followed her as she moved toward the bedrooms. He stopped at his door, and +looked toward her to find her poised with her hand on the doorknob to her +own room, looking at him. A spark of awareness passed between them, and they +stood staring at each other for a long moment, then Rena ducked her head and +quickly entered her room, closing the door firmly. He followed suit a minute +later. + + + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:32:34 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from orion.cis.ksu.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu ESMTP (8.5) + id OAA05496; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:32:30 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by orion.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.3) + id OAA06836; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:55 -0500 +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CXXLG42W8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:19 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:10:18 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 5, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CXXLG42Y8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: O + + "I see a lot of drifters come through this town. You just don't seem +the type." + Rena picked up the board holding her barely begun sculpture and +turned to place it in the cabinet. She fussed with the cloth covering the +clay and rearranged some of her tools. Anything to give her a few more +moments to try and collect herself. + /C'mon, Rena! Get a grip! You're acting like a dumb kid in your +first life-drawing class! He's just your *model*!/ + An inaudible sigh escaped her lips as she realized that he was much +more to her than 'just' a model. Just as during the past few days he'd +become much more than *just* her employee. She had felt like a fool +during the entire session. What must he think of her? She usually didn't +care much about what other people thought, but this man was *different*. +For days, every time she dropped something or avoided his eyes she could +feel herself blushing. Then there was the one time she didn't avoid those +eyes. Rena clenched her fists and took a deep breath trying to dispel the +heat she felt rising at the memory of Luke standing in the doorway with the +setting sun on his features. At the time she thought she only wanted him +for a model. She hadn't been willing to admit to herself that she just plain +*wanted* him. + "I'll take that as a compliment, Rena." + The sound of his voice jolted her back to reality. She turned back +toward him, smiling and swallowed the response she'd intended. Instead +she just nodded her acknowledgement. At the sight of him, her mouth went +dry, too dry to speak. While she was putting away her supplies, he'd +started dressing. He stood there now in his jeans with his shirt on but still +unbuttoned, a strange, almost sad smile on his face. Her eyes were drawn +unerringly to the slight gap where he'd left the top two buttons of his jeans +undone so he could tuck in his shirt. She felt her color rise again, for the +hundred-first time, and dragged her gaze away. Taking a sip from the glass +of tepid water on her workbench, she struggled to find a neutral subject, +and noticed Jean-Luc rubbing his right shoulder. + "Shoulder still hurting?" + He nodded and winced a little. /Never,/ he thought to himself, +/Never again will I complain when Beverly orders me to sickbay./ + "Here, let me see if I can help work out some of the stiffness." + Picard watched Rena reopen the cabinet and pull out a small box +marked with a large red plus symbol. /Ah, a red 'cross.'/ The +identification pleased him. He'd been amazed by how much trivial +information he'd stored in his memory and how it had slowly started +working it's way to the surface. It had made his stay here much easier to +deal with. Rena was rummaging around in the box, muttering to herself. + "I think I saw some ointment in here the other...Here it is!" With +a triumphant smile, she pulled out a small green and white tube that +proved to contain a white cream that smelled strongly of wintergreen. + "Have a seat and let me work this into your shoulder." + She indicated the stool he'd been sitting on for the modeling session. +He took his shirt off again and as he sat down with his back to her, he +could feel the color rising to his face. Over the past few days, his +attraction to Rena had been growing steadily. He'd tried to keep it hidden +and based on her reactions to him, he seemed to have succeeded. She was +only interested in her restaurant and her art. The last thing he wanted to +do was get involved in a relationship that hadn't a chance. + /Still,/ he thought, /she has the most incredible hands. Strong, +confident, supple./ Having to just *watch* as she molded the clay was one +of the most difficult things he'd ever done. If it weren't for the pain in his +shoulder and the cold blast of the air cooling unit on his back, he doubted +that he could have survived the session with his dignity intact. As it was, +he had to steel himself to stillness in anticipation of her touch. + The room was still in the late afternoon heat, the only sounds came +from the air cooling unit, hissing quietly in the corner, the pulsating sound +of cicadas in the tree outside and the small movements Rena made as she +gathered up her supplies and rinsed the rest of the clay off her hands. + "So, why do you do it?" + Rena's melodious voice rose from the silence behind him. + "Why do I do it?" he asked, trying to remember what they had been +talking about previously. + "Yes," she moved up behind him. "Why do you drift? Didn't you ever +want to settle down? Put some roots down someplace? *Be* something? +Hold still now, this may be cold to the touch. Let me know if I'm rubbing +too hard." + He jumped slightly as she placed her left hand gently on his left +shoulder to steady herself. + "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." + He was so wrapped up in trying to subdue his response to her that +he didn't notice the odd note that crept into her voice. She began to gently +rub the ointment into his sore shoulder with firm even strokes. The same +kind of strokes she'd used with the clay. The same strokes he'd +half-imagined feeling on his own skin as if it were *him* she was sculpting +and not the clay. A low moan escaped as her hand drove the ointment into +his skin, the initial chemical coolness becoming a pleasant burning that +soothed his sore muscles. That pleasant burning was being rivaled by a +different kind of burning within him. + Rena's grip on his left shoulder changed to a gentle caress that crept +toward his neck. She leaned closer to him until he could feel her breath on +his skin. Her body heat made the room suddenly cold and he shivered in +response. + "Give it a minute. It'll warm up before you know it." + Rena's voice had acquired a husky quality that Jean-Luc hadn't +noticed before. It sent a shiver up his spine as he realized what it implied. +He glanced back over his shoulder and saw that her face was as flushed as +his felt. Her nostrils were flared and her eyes half-closed as she put all her +concentration into her hands and what they held. + "Rena..." + She gasped as his low voice broke her concentration. He turned and +took her left hand in his and looked up, his hazel eyes meeting her warm +green ones. + "Rena, I...," Jean-Luc paused desperately searching for the right +words and just as desperately wishing he didn't have to say them, "...I can't +let this happen." He worked to keep his eyes on hers and her hand clasped +in his. The curves of her body as she stood over him enticed him. Her +warm scent mingled with the sharp aroma of wintergreen made him almost +light headed. + Rena wiped her hand on her jeans to take of the remainder of the +ointment. She traced the line of his jaw with one finger and was rewarded +with his sharp intake of breath. + "Why not?" she asked in a low voice, her finger continuing it's +feather-light exploration of his face. "It's rather obvious that we both want +it." She smiled a quiet sultry smile and continued, "Don't be so +old-fashioned. I know there's a *slight* difference in our ages. I certainly +don't mind." + Her finger traced the outline of his ear and started relentlessly down +his neck. Still holding her left hand captive, he reached up and took her +wayward right hand in his and held them both. + "Please, stop that," he said gently, "and sit down. Looking up at you +like this is too," he swallowed and closed his eyes, "*distracting*, and we +need to talk." + She retrieved one of her hands and reached beside her for another +stool. Once seated, he recaptured her hand and took a deep breath. Rena +wondered if he realized that he was not only holding her hands but that he +was gently caressing them with his thumbs. She thought not, but didn't say +anything for fear he would stop. She also knew that his caresses were the +*only* thing keeping her from running her hands over his shoulders and +chest. Once again, she jerked her eyes from his partially unbuttoned jeans +to his face and tried to control her breathing. + "Rena," Jean-Luc began again, "you *know* nothing can come of +this. And contrary to what you may think," he smiled at the absurdity of +the idea, "our *ages* have *nothing* to do with this. You said it yourself, +I'm a drifter. One day you'll wake up and I'll be gone. I *don't* want +to hurt you." He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. + She freed one of her hands and used it to turn his face back to +hers. "Jean-Luc, I'm glad to know that you're not hung up on the age +thing. But as for the other," she smiled mischievously, "I'm not asking you +to *marry* me," she freed her other hand and scooted her stool a little +closer to him then placed both hands on his shoulders. "I just want your +body." + The look on his face brought a low laugh from the depths of her +throat. "Gotcha!", she said, delighted that she'd been able to break his +serious mood. Finding out that he felt as she did had made her a little fey. + He smiled at her and shook his head, chuckling. But it didn't last, +he sobered and continued, "While I'm very flattered, it doesn't change +anything. It wouldn't be fair to you." + Rena pulled her hands back and crossed her arms, her mood +suddenly stern. + "What do you mean 'it wouldn't be fair to me'? Is it any more fair +to you? Do you think I'm not capable of deciding for myself what's fair +or not?" + Jean-Luc realized that he may have stumbled onto the heart of her +self-esteem problems and started to speak, but Rena plowed on, getting +more and more angry. + "Contrary to what you may have heard from some of the bozos in +this one-horse town, I'm *not* a 'sweet li'l thang'. I'm a grown woman! +I'm fully capable of taking care of myself! I'm *not* Sueann! I don't need +a man around to define *who* I am!" + "Rena..." + "If I say I'm attracted to a man, then I'm attracted to him, damn it! +That doesn't mean I'm asking him to suddenly take over my life! It means +I find him physically and emotionally attractive!" + "Rena, I...," she ignored him and continued, her voice rising almost +to a shout as she stood, too angry to stay still. + "It *may* mean that I want to share something very personal and +very important with him..." + Taking the only step he could think of to break into her monologue +so he could apologize, Jean-Luc stood and taking her shoulders in his +hands, kissed her. Rena put her hands against his chest as if to push him +away, but then let them slip down his sides and around to his back as they +melted toward each other. She felt his arms around her, strong and +supporting but not restraining. After what seemed an eternity in those +arms she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He, too, seemed a bit +dazed. + "What was that for?" there was still some residual anger in her +voice, but the edge was gone. + Jean-Luc grinned at her, "I kept trying to tell you that I was sorry, +but you wouldn't listen. I didn't mean to imply that you are incapable of +making your own decisions. Far from it, your competence and +independence are two of the qualities that I find *very* attractive about +you. I feel sorry for Sueann, and I wish her well, but I don't think I could +*ever* be attracted to her." + A stray lock of hair had fallen into Rena's face. Mimicking a +gesture he'd seen her use, Jean-Luc tucked it behind her ear, a tender +gesture that served to emphasize his words. + "Still angry?" + "Yes!" Rena's eyes flashed again, then the fire cooled almost as +fast. "No! Damn! I don't know." + She turned away, running her hands through her hair and stepped +to her work table where she leaned on her palms and took a deep breath +trying to sort out her confused feelings. Jean-Luc stepped toward her, +uncertain of his next move. It wasn't a feeling he enjoyed, but it seemed +to be one thing that all his romantic relationships had in common. He +raised a hand, wanting to touch her, to hold her, but held back. He didn't +want to rush things. Hearing him move closer she whirled around. + "Damn you! Why do you have to be so...so...*perfect*?! Damn!" +Rena half turned away, trying to get herself under control. + Jean-Luc stood there feeling the blood rush to his face. Many +women had called him many different things over the years, but perfect +was not one of the more common adjectives used. + "Rena, I can assure you, I'm *far* from perfect." The situation was +so absurd, if it weren't for fear of hurting Rena's feelings further, he'd +laugh. As it was, he couldn't keep a small smile from his lips and from +his eyes. She caught his expression and returned his smile ruefully. + "I feel like I'm trapped in a Doris Day movie!" she smiled and +rolled her eyes a little at his blank expression before continuing, "I'm being +a little silly about this, aren't I?" + "No, Rena, I don't think you're being at all silly. I'm just sorry +if I assumed something that I shouldn't. The last thing I wanted was to +upset you. I'm entirely too fond of you for that." + He took another step toward her and took her hands, raising one +to his lips. The light touch of his lips on her palm sent an almost electric +charge through her body. A charge that left a pleasant ache below her +abdomen. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, suddenly and very +physically aware of his closeness once more. When she opened her eyes +again it was to see his eyes gazing into hers, an intense expression on his +face. She reached up with one hand and gently caressed his cheek, letting +one finger trace a line down his neck to his chest. Her other hand joined +the first as she gently stroked his bare chest. + Jean-Luc reached out to lay his hands on her shoulders for balance +as his head fell back slightly and his eyes closed with the pleasure of her +touch. As her hands passed lightly over his nipples, she was rewarded by +a shiver that shook his entire body and an intensification of the heat in her +own body. Her hands continued their tactile exploration of his body as if +by their own volition. She followed the exquisite contours of his body as +she would virgin clay to seek out the statue within. Down his lean, +muscular sides to that slender waist. /God, Luke, you are undoubtedly the +most beautiful man I've ever encountered./ As aroused as she was, Rena +knew she'd not be able to put two coherent words together, so she didn't +try. Not that he'd believe her anyway. + A feral grin crossed her face as she encountered the two unfastened +buttons of his jeans. With her hand laid against his flat stomach, one +thumb dipped down into the opening and she felt his hands tighten on her +shoulders as his back arched slightly and heard his sharp intake of breath. +As his head came forward and his eyes opened he took another step +toward her and took her in his arms. + "Rena," he breathed her name into her hair as his hands began +their own exploration. + Being held against his bare chest, she could feel his heart pounding +and feel his breath on her neck as he nuzzled her ear. She gasped as his +hands stroked her back and ran down to her hips and buttocks. His touch, +diffused as it was through the material, was maddening. He brought one +hand up to touch her throat and let it trail down to the first button on her +blouse. He looked into her eyes, as if for permission which she granted +silently by shifting position slightly to improve his access. Slowly and +carefully he unbuttoned the top of her blouse, one button at a time, until +he reached the waist of her jeans. He slipped one hand into her blouse +to stroke her back as he leaned down and kissed the hollow just above her +collarbone. Rena clutched at his arms as she shuddered in response to his +touch, his scent and the smell of wintergreen mingling in her nostrils. She +gasped and shuddered, trying to gain control of her voice as she pushed +at him. + "Wa...wait." She swallowed convulsively, "Wait, Luke." + He stopped, a contrite look on his face. "Rena, I..." it was +his turn to try and speak. "I'm sorry. I thought..." + She stopped him as he tried to pull his hands away. "No, no, it's not +that." Rena took a deep breath as she closed her eyes for a moment, then +reopened them and said, "Your touch is...magic," she looked into his eyes. +"It's not *you*, it's the *location*!" she smiled as her meaning sunk in. +"Let's go someplace where we won't wind up with splinters in places where +splinters shouldn't be," she indicated the rough wooden floor with a glance. + "And... much as it pains me to say this, Luke, you'd best put your shirt on +and take care of these before we go out in public," she added with a +wolfish grin. + She left one hand resting on his chest and indicated the unfastened +buttons on his jeans by running her fingers firmly up from just below the +lowest button to the waistband. He made a soft sound of pleasure at her +touch and then a slow sensual grin spread across his face in response to +her comment as his breathing returned to a more normal pace. + "And you, my dear Rena, should take care of *this* before we go +out in public." + Smiling, he ran his hands lightly over her breasts, teasing her nipples +through her bra. Now it was her turn to close her eyes and moan with +pleasure. She fought for control over her voice. + "Keep that up, Luke and you're goin' to wind up with splinters." +He smiled at her and took her into his arms for one last lingering kiss +before leaving the studio. + + + ### + + Jean-Luc stood under the air conditioning vent in Rena's living +room, letting the cold air flow over him. The short walk from the studio +had been enough to drench him in sweat. It was difficult to reconcile the +sauna-like heat with the fact of a tropical storm just a hundred miles or +so down the coast. Rena's proximity hadn't made it any cooler. He smiled +remembering how good she felt in his arms and felt himself responding to the +memory. The shiver that shook him had little to do with the temperature. +Still standing under the vent, he unbuttoned his shirt to cool off faster +and waited for Rena come upstairs. + + Rena stood in front of the open refrigerator a little longer than +necessary. After living in New Mexico for several years, she had never +been able to get reacclimated to the combination of heat and humidity on +the Gulf Coast. Reaching in once more, she pulled out a bowl and set it in +her basket with everything else. She closed the door and reviewed her +selections. As she glanced around the kitchen, her eyes fell on one more +item. She smiled and added it to her booty. She unconsciously cast a +practiced eye around the kitchen to make sure everything was still in place +for morning before she turned and headed up the stairs. + Half way up she stopped to shift her heavy basket and looked up at +her door. *He* was up there already, waiting for her. The mere thought +made her light-headed and sent a rush to her loins that made climbing the +rest of the stairs a pleasant agony. She knew that part of what was going +on was her own thirst for companionship. In some ways she was beginning to +feel like those women who stay home with their infant children and forget +how to talk to an adult. Not that the people in Ridge were stupid or dull, +they were good people. *She* was the different one. + She'd always been different. Odd, that her mother's death had kept +her here when she was the one who'd insisted that she get out. She'd told +her. "Rennie, this is a good town with good folks, but you don't belong +here. You got to get out and be the person you were born to be and that +ain't some junior high school art teacher or some rice farmer's wife. You +got to go where there's people who'll understand why you are what you +are." + As she put her hand on the doorknob she found herself smiling in +anticipation. Luke understood her. He understood her better than anyone +she'd ever known, except, maybe, her mother. That was half his attraction. +Being drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt either. As she opened the door, her +low chuckle caught in her throat. Luke was standing in the center of the +room, head back, shirt open letting the cold rush of air from the air +conditioning vent wash over him. She'd asked him to turn the thermostat +down from 80 to 75 when she sent him upstairs ahead of her and he was +making good use of it. + /How can I *possibly* do justice to that body?/ The dual meaning +of her thought made her laugh out loud, her earlier mood returning in full +force. He noticed her then, and smiled as he approached to take the basket +from her. She slipped her shoes off and then leaned back against the door +as she closed it and gestured to the floor. + "Just put it down. No need to waste valuable energy clearing off +one of the tables." + He set it down out of the way and turned back to her, standing +almost within her reach, + "That's one of the most intriguing smiles I've ever seen. Mind +telling me what you find so humorous?" + Rena hesitated slightly, unsure how he'd take her reply. He never +took compliments very well, but she couldn't resist the temptation to play +a little. She reached out and just caught the edge of his open shirt and +pulled him closer so she could run her hands softly over the contours of his +chest. + "When I opened the door and saw you standing there, I couldn't +help wondering if I could *possibly* do justice to your body." Rena's +voice took on a seductive husky quality as she spoke. Luke put his left +hand against the door near Rena's head and leaned on it. The other hand +reached up to tuck a wayward lock of hair behind her ear. + "Justice? To me?" his voice, though low and rich with desire, held +a hint of surprise. "Were you thinking about your sculpture?" he leaned +down and nuzzled her ear and then ran the tip of his tongue lightly down +her neck until he reached the top of her shirt which he moved aside so he +could continue down to her collarbone where he kissed her and asked, "Or +this?" + Glassy-eyed, Rena returned his intense regard as he continued, + "If you're concerned about your art, you needn't be. Like Rodin, +you have the gift of seeing below the surface of your subject and bringing +out it's inner beauty, even if you are the only one who can see it." + He couldn't help but think of the unfinished sculpture he'd seen in +her studio earlier. It was a disturbing tableau of an ancient she-wolf +defending one dead cub and another that was mortally wounded. The look +of hopeless desperation in the wolf's eyes was equally compelling and +repulsive and yet, somehow, beautiful. No, Rena had no reason to worry +about her talents as an artist. He brought both hands to her shoulders and +began to caress her, running one hand down to her breasts where he idly +traced the outline of one nipple standing erect even through her clothes. + "But, my dear, if you are concerned about *this*, there's only one +way *I* can think of to reassure you." + Rena's hands found the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down +to hers. As their kiss deepened, she felt Luke's arms go around her, +holding her close to him. She ran her hands down his neck, under his shirt +and to his shoulders. Using the motion of her hands, she began to slip his +shirt off. He released his hold on her so his arms were free and she could +remove his shirt completely. Rena let it fall to the floor and pushed him +back just enough to let her step away from the closed door as she broke +their kiss. + Once more she ran her hands over his bare chest, unable to tear her +eyes away, /So beautiful/ she thought, not knowing if she were considering +him as artist or lover and not caring. She leaned forward slightly tilting her +head so she could run the tip of her tongue around one of his nipples and +felt her own body respond to his moan of pleasure. Not wanting to neglect +anything, she moved to the other side of his body and repeated her actions +there. This time, he braced himself against her shoulders as a shiver took +his body. + Placing her hands flat against his collarbone and her tongue against +the center of his chest, she slowly knelt allowing her hands and tongue to +trace their way down his body. On her knees in front of him she brought +her hands around to firmly caress his buttocks and used her chin to rub the +bulge she found just below eye level. Luke's hands gripped her shoulders +more tightly as he gasped, his back arching slightly and his body +instinctively rising up a little on his toes. Rena held him close to her face +with one hand and brought the other one to caress him through his jeans. + Once more she kissed his flat stomach, twining the short hair around +the tip of her tongue. She laughed deep in her throat as he tried +unsuccessfully to still his impulse to thrust. She looked up and met his +fiery eyes. Just as she started to move her hand from his stomach to his +buttons, she heard and felt his stomach rumble. Luke's embarrassment was +as plain on his face as it was under her hand. + "Rena, I..." She laughed as her own stomach echoed his. Rena +knew he'd heard it because his laugh mingled with hers. + "I guess it's fate, Luke!" she glanced at the clock as she took his +proffered hand and slowly stood. "No wonder! It's almost two! This is +what I get for making you pose all morning and then revving your engine +before lunch." Retaining her grip on his hand she led him over to the most +open area of floor. + "Wait," she placed a finger on his lips as he started to protest. +"Just wait," she pulled two large cushions from behind the sofa and +brought them around to where Luke was standing. She dropped them side +by side and then placing her hands on his shoulders, she urged him to sit. + "Just relax while I get the basket," she bent down and again +silenced his protest with a gentle finger against his lips. + "No, now, posing is hard work and it's *my* fault that you missed +lunch. Let me do this. Besides," a wicked grin crossed her face as she +lightly traced a random design on his bare chest. "I have plans for you. +Just relax. But not *too* much." + She rose with a throaty laugh and looked down at him through +hooded eyes. His eyes followed her appreciatively and small intensely +sensuous smile graced his features as he watched her approach her basket. + "Rena! I'm shocked. What would Mrs. Sewell think?" + In response, she looked back over her shoulder at him and raised her +eyebrows suggestively then turned back and bent over to pick her basket up +from the floor. + Jean-Luc shifted his position slightly as his body responded to the +sight of Rena's denim clad body before him. /Perhaps it's just as well that +denim hasn't survived into the 24th century./ His grin broadened at the +thought of how long Riker would be able to maintain his composure if +female crewmembers started wearing jeans off-duty. He moved over a little +to make more room for Rena as she set her burden down and joined him, +indian-style on the cushions. + With exaggerated flair she flipped off the cloth covering the basket's +contents and laid it dramatically on the floor. Next came wheat rolls, +courtesy of Mrs. Gomez, still smelling faintly of yeast. Then a bowl of +quartered fresh strawberries left over from Sunday's Strawberry Shortcake +Special. Rena reached back in and produced a small plate containing 4 or +5 different types of cheese which she held out for him to take a piece before +she set it down and took some for herself. Jean-Luc smiled to himself as +he recognized everything as various leftovers from the week's business. It +was a perfect illustration of Rena's dilemma. Part of her wanted to do +extravagant romantic impulsive things. *That* Rena lived in this apartment +and in the studio and shared a meal of bread, cheese and fruit with her +lover. + Then there was the other Rena, the hardheaded businesswoman who +chained herself to a dying town and *somehow* managed to make a go of +a business because she was needed, the one who unabashedly ate leftovers +with her friends. Rena laid two cloth napkins down and twisted around to +put the basket, and the remainer of it's contents, behind her and out of +the way. When she turned back, she held the last of their first course in +her hands; two glasses and the brandy Jean-Luc had used for their crepes. +Rena paused a moment, again taken by the sheer *presence* of the man +reclining before her. + /He really has no idea what he does to me. God! He's beautiful. +And so damn *sexy*!/ + Setting down the glasses, she poured them each some brandy and set +the bottle down near the strawberries. Handing him his glass she raised +hers for a toast. + "To close friends," she paused and lowered her voice a bit, "and to +getting even closer." + They each took a drink and Rena set her glass down so she could +more easily lean over and seal their toast with a passionate kiss. +Jean-Luc's free arm went around Rena's waist to hold her as closely as +their awkward positions allowed. His skin burned where her hand rested +on his side. She tasted of brandy and cheddar and smelled vaguely of clay +and strawberries, with just a hint of the wintergreen ointment that she'd +used on his shoulder, under it all was her own scent, rich and musky. + Suddenly, he didn't want the food anymore. He wanted *her*. But +Jean-Luc knew she was right. Better to pause now than later. Rena pulled +back, breathing heavily and picking up her glass drained it. + "I think we'd best deal with the food now," she paused to get control +of her voice and grinned, "before we get sidetracked." + Jean-Luc returned her grin and wondered if his face was as flushed +as hers. + "After all, my dear, I must keep up my strength." Jean-Luc took +one of her hands and tenderly kissed her palm. "I wouldn't want to +neglect you." + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:32:27 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from orion.cis.ksu.edu by depot.cis.ksu.edu ESMTP (8.5) + id OAA05456; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:32:24 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by orion.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.3) + id OAA06839; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:10 -0500 +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CXYJ61V28Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:05 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:04 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 6, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CXYJ61UO8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: O + + Jean-Luc stirred as the thunder outside penetrated his sleep fogged +brain. It sounded far off and the sound made him want to drift off again. +The radio next to Rena's bed was set to a frequency that carried classical +music, something slow and melodic was playing, but he didn't want to wake up +enough to think about what it was. Rena sighed in her sleep and snuggled more +securely into his arms, a faint smile on her lovely face. He couldn't remember +the last time he had the luxury of waking up slowly with a lover in his arms. +More thunder outside then the light spatter of windblown rain against the +window. After over three decades living in space, he couldn't imagine ever +being planet bound again, but he missed rain. + As a child he'd been fascinated by those few mild storms that were +allowed on earth. Once, on Cardelas 9, he, Jack and Walker had managed to +meet for a week's leave. Having just been promoted to full lieutenant, he +outranked them and so, according to the pact they'd made at graduation, he +choose how they'd spend their leave. He smiled sleepily at the memory. His +friends had expected him to choose a week of wine, women and song in the +Southern Pleasure Dome. + Instead, they went camping on the Western continent, whose wild, wind- +tossed terrain was swept by short, but severe storms. Looking back, he knew +it had been a foolish choice, they could easily have been injured or even +killed, but few 23-year olds truly believe in their own mortality and he +couldn't resist the opportunity to experience such intense weather after two +long years in space. Thunder boomed outside, closer this time, and Rena +stirred and drowsily nuzzled his neck, her arm tightening across his chest +as she stretched. + "Ummm... You feel good. This was a *great* idea." + Jean-Luc smiled and asked her playfully, "To what, specifically, are +you referring?" + "Ummm...," Rena smiled languidly, eyes still closed. "To be honest, +*all* of it, but *specifically*, moving in here. My bed is much nicer for +snuggling than the living room floor." + Jean-Luc chuckled and struggled to keep his laughter under control. An +absurd image of his security chief sternly saying, "Starship captains *do not* +*snuggle*" sprang into his mind and he controlled the smile that threatened, +not wanting to try and explain his mirth to Rena. + "I think the storm has helped some, too. The temperature has dropped +quite a bit." + Rena felt somewhat distracted and was unable to concentrate fully on his +words. It was enough that, for now, they were together. She felt safe and +secure in his arms. There were no customers, no clocks, no unpaid bills, no +one needing her. There was just *him*, strong and loving and trustworthy. It +had been a long time since she felt herself able to depend on someone else. +Rena knew it wouldn't last, she wasn't built that way, but once in a while, it +felt so good to let go and let someone take care of her. Even if it was only +for a few hours. She tried to remember how many times they'd made love and +finally gave it up. After that first brief explosion of desire, the hours were +a blur of pleasure given and received. + As her mental fog slowly cleared, Rena remembered something she'd wanted +to say earlier, but as usual, had been unable to get the words out. A friend +of hers who was into computers had once jokingly said that when Rena's sex +drive kicked in, it took over all available cpu time and left nothing for +such mundane processes as speech. Craning her neck a little she saw in +the dim light from the window that his eyes were closed and there was a small, +contented smile on his face. The hand gently stroking her back let her know +he was awake. Inching up a little, she softly kissed his jawline, a slow +mischievous smile spreading across her face. + "So, *that's* what you meant when you said you didn't want to neglect +me. Ah, Jean-Luc," she said teasingly, "you've spoiled me for other men." +His arms tightened around her in a warm hug as he turned his face to hers and +breathed a kiss onto her forehead. + "Rena, you are anything *but* spoiled. You deserve a little spoiling." + "And you're *just* the man for the job," she said, grinning. + "At your service, mademoiselle." + They both laughed at their nonsense and a peal of thunder echoed them. +Rena stiffened a little and sat up. Her brow furrowed in thought. Jean-Luc +sat up beside her, concerned. + "Rena? What's wrong?" + "I don't know," she looked around him to see the clock. "8:00," she +muttered to herself. Putting a hand on his thigh, she leaned around him to see +the window. "How long has it been raining?" + Jean-Luc tried to remember how long he'd been aware of the rain, but +could only consciously account for a few minutes before Rena woke up and he +told her so. + "Rena, what is it?" + She got up and walked over to the window to look out. Concerned with +her sudden change of mood, Jean-Luc joined her, all traces of sleepiness gone. +Noting the tension in her body, he put his arm around her shoulders and held +her close while they looked out into the evening sky. Rena's arm crept around +his waist as if for comfort and he was glad for her touch. What greeted his +eyes was something never seen on the Earth of *his* century. The raw power +of uncaring nature unleashed on the planet. The eastern sky was streaked with +bands of roiling black clouds. As they watched the wind suddenly picked up, +twisting oak trees in a manic St. Vitus dance. The fading light had taken +on a sickly greenish cast making the wind-tossed trees resemble nothing more +than souls in torment. Then the wind died down, and once again the trees were +only trees. Jean-Luc chided himself for his absurd flight of fancy. Rena was +shaking her head. + "This shouldn't be happening. We shouldn't be seeing *anything* but a +few thunder showers from Freida." She looked up at Jean-Luc, "She was supposed +to have come ashore somewhere down around Matagorda sometime this morning. +They didn't expect her to have enough power to do much more than fizzle out +once she hit land." Rena backed away from the window and turned toward the +bedroom door, + "C'mon, let's see what we can find out from the TV." He followed her +into the living room and, at her gesture, sat on the sofa. After picking up +the television's remote control, she joined him, curling up at side, as if she +were unwilling to let this interlude end. + "Damn thing!" Rena vented some of her anger with the weather at her +television's expense. "One of these days I'm going to splurge and buy a new +tv that doesn't take an hour and a half to warm up!" she settled into the +curve of his arm to wait, and to try and calm down some. + "Rena, you seem to be taking this storm very personally." Placing a +gentle hand under her chin, he tilted her head up to look at him. Reflected in +her eyes he saw something he recognized only too well. He'd seen it looking +back at him from countless mirrors over the years. + "Rena, you can't accept responsibility for *everything* that happens. +The storm is *not* your fault." A wry smile crossed her face and she looked +away as his words hit home. + "I know." She paused, "You've never lived in a hurricane prone area, +have you?" When he shook his head, she continued, wondering why her question +should make him smile, "I've grown up with them. Big ones, little ones, all +kinds. My father used to say that tropical weather is like a rabid coon, you +only turn your back on it if you want to get bit. Well, I turned my back on +Frieda and now it looks as if she's about to bite me." + She grinned as she held up her hand to forestall his comments. + "I know, I know, I shouldn't anthropomorphize the weather, but the +analogy holds. No one can control the weather, but only a fool ignores it!" + Out of the corner of her eye, Rena saw that the tv had finally come on +and she began switching channels until she found the one Houston station she +got reliably. Jean-Luc turned his attention to the screen which showed a +middle-aged woman apparently interviewing a tired-looking man. They were +standing with their backs to a restless body of water, probably either the +Gulf of Mexico or Galveston Bay, considering the origin of the broadcast. + + "...Frieda has bypassed Galveston, do you think you'll face any + repercussions for ordering an evacuation if this turns out to be + yet another false alarm?" + + The man gave her a tired, long suffering smile, "Elma, I can't + count the number of times I've been asked that since becoming + City Manager for Galveston. My position is now and has always + been that there is no such thing as an unnecessary evacuation. + The people of Galveston have never forgotten the 1900 storm that + killed so many. The seawall we're standing on is a physical + testament to the constant war we wage against the weather and the + lengths we are willing to go to to win. Instead of wondering + about the repercussions of evacuating the island and then being + bypassed by the storm, people should instead think of the + repercussions of *not* evacuating the island and *not* being + bypassed by the storm." + + "An excellent point, Mr. Matthews, and one that the people of Galveston + seem to agree with you on. Before we go, is there anything else you'd + like to relay to people in this area?" + + "Just that as usual, until the National Weather Service has lifted + the Hurricane Warning and we are sure that there is no remaining + threat no one should attempt to return to the island. The causeway + will remain closed to all but essential traffic. As anyone who's + lived on the Gulf Coast for a while knows, the only safe storm is + no storm." + + "Thank you for taking the time to speak with us, I won't take up any + more of your valuable time." The beleaguered city manager moved off + camera and the interviewer continued, "There you have it, Dave. The + island is still battened down, but there is a feeling of optimism here + that was missing just 24 hours ago. It seems that Galveston may have + been spared once again. This is Elma Barrera, Eyewitness News, + speaking with Greg Matthews, city manager of Galveston, live from the + seawall in Galveston. Back to you, Dave." + +The news report continued and Rena leaned forward as if to make sure she missed +nothing. Jean-Luc let the voices fade, trusting Rena to garner the necessary +information as he thought about what he'd witnessed. He knew that severe +weather had always plagued mankind before the advent of reliable weather control +technology in the 22nd century. Still, once again, he was struck by the +difference between reading about something in a history book and what those +bare facts meant to those actually *living* it. His youthful adventure with +Jack and Walker now seemed childish and embarrassing. Three spoiled brats +'challenging the elements'. He winced at the thought, /Not much challenge, +considering we could have been beamed out at any moment. These people don't +have that luxury. Even if they leave, what will be left to come back to?/ +Rena sat back and her motion brought Jean-Luc back to the present. The +announcer was repeating the highlights of his report, but Rena's expression +told Jean-Luc the most important thing he needed to know. + "You're going to have to translate, I'm afraid. This is all very new +to me." + "Frieda's been upgraded to hurricane strength." Rena took a deep breath +and continued, "Her top winds have been clocked by the surveillance planes at +150 miles an hour. That puts her 5 miles an hour shy of being a force 5 storm. +They expect her to make landfall sometime early in the morning. Her current +position is 29 by 96 and heading due north." Rena looked him in the eye and +said with a steady voice, + "That's on a line almost straight for Ridge." She looked around the +room with a dazed look on her face then turned back to him and threw her arms +around his neck. His own arms went around her automatically, comforting. She +clung to him for a moment and kissed him, then took his face between her palms +and smiled. + "You, my friend, are one of the best things to happen to me in a long, +long time. I just wanted you to know that." + "And you, Rena, sound like you're saying goodbye." + "It's that obvious, is it?" she laughed as he nodded with mock gravity. +"I'm sorry, it's just that I wasn't ready for this to end yet. Especially not +like this." + As they spoke he'd leaned back against the back of the sofa, taking +her with him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she'd begun idly tracing the +contours of his chest and side with one hand while he stroked her back with +one hand and her thigh with the other. Both knew they were delaying the +inevitable, but neither wanted to be the first to say it. + "You knew that one day I'd be gone," Jean-Luc reminded her gently. + "I know," Rena's voice faltered and when she met his eyes again, hers +were filled with tears, "It's just that, for some reason, I'm afraid that +this is not just our first time. I'm afraid that it's our *only* time. There's +something very strange going on here. I've felt it for days and now it's +stronger than ever. Jean-Luc," there was an odd note in her voice as she +spoke his name. "Please be careful tonight and tomorrow, please." when he +started to reassure her that nothing was going to happen she became more upset. + "Promise me! Please, promise me you'll be careful. I can't explain +it, but I have this feeling that this is the last time we're going to be +together and it frightens me." + "Rena! Rena, I promise!" he held her close, his voice becoming softer +as he tried to calm her fearful trembling, "I'll be careful. I promise to take +no unnecessary chances, but you, my dear, must promise *me* something." + "Yes?" sniffing a little, Rena pulled away far enough to see his face. + "I want you to promise me to *try* not to worry," he reached out, in +what was becoming a familiar gesture and tucked a lock of Rena's hair behind +her ear. She smiled, reveling in their newfound intimacy. He continued softly, +"I've been looking after myself for longer than you think," /And under +circumstances you can't *possibly* imagine, dear Rena,/ he added to himself. +"Seize the time, Rena. Live *now*. Make *now* always the most precious time. +Now will never come again." + Once again, he pulled her to him in a warm embrace, his own eyes filling +as he remembered the first time he'd said those words. Memories of the time he +had spent as Kamen, whether real or imagined, still snuck up on him from time +to time. He forced his mind away from the compelling image of Meribor as she +had looked that morning and concentrated on the woman in his arms. + "We must always be prepared to make the time we have, no matter how short +or long, last us a lifetime. Remember, friends separated are no less friends +for being apart. I know that I'll *never* forget you. Wherever I go, part of +you will be with me." /Ah, Rena, I don't want to leave you, but the next time +Q returns, I've got to try and go back./ + Rena wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hands and cleared +her throat before looking him in the eye, "I promise to *try*," a little +smile crept onto her face, "...but I can't promise to *succeed*." + Jean-Luc smiled, "Fair enough." he said and kissed her. She responded +eagerly as if this kiss might have to last the rest of their lives. + "I was right," she said. Determined to not let her fear get the best of +her, Rena sniffed back the rest of her tears and continued at his questioning +look, + "I told you once that your touch was magic," gently stroking his cheek +and lips with one hand, she continued. "*You* are magic, and you've cast an +irresistible spell over me." + A sudden inspiration came to her and she laughed and clapped her hands in +delight, "I've got it! I just decided what I'll call your statue. Do you +remember the other night when you were reading Shakespeare out loud in your +room?" + He nodded, hoping the embarrassment he *still* felt at the memory of that +episode didn't show. + "When I stuck my head in your room, you read me a bit of The Tempest," +a gust of wind from the most recent squall line rattled the windows in +punctuation, and they both laughed. "Kind of appropriate, don't you think?" +Rena's smile faded and was replaced by a look of longing. + "Prospero. You'll always be that to me, and once you've moved on, your +statue is all I'll have to remember you by." /C'mon Rena! Put a lid on it!/ +Rena smiled through her tears and added, "At least I don't think I'll need +you to sit for me again..." running her hands slowly down his sides and onto +his thighs, she continued in an intense voice. "I believe that I could finish +it with my eyes closed." + Jean-Luc felt warmth flush his face and the first stirrings of desire. +Rena sighed in frustration. She, too, felt herself responding to the moment, +but the storm wouldn't wait. Before she could come up with a way to broach the +subject, Jean-Luc spoke. + "Rena, even though I've never lived on the Gulf Coast, I can imagine +that there are any number of things that need to be done before the storm hits." + She shot him a grateful look and stood up decisively, hands on her hips. + "Absolutely! We've got *tons* of things to do and very little time to do +them in," holding out one hand to pull him to his feet, she went on. "So get up +from there, Mister!" + He stood, a bittersweet grin on his face. Rena bent down and picking up +his jeans tossed them to him with a mischievous grin, "You might need these." + "Yes, ma'am!" + As they both started dressing, Rena started to outline what needed to be +accomplished. "First, we can put up some of the storm shutters tonight, but +most of them will have to wait until tomorrow." + Jean-Luc looked surprised, "Will there be time? Isn't the storm due +in the morning?" + "Ah, a novice!" + If Jean-Luc noticed that her grin was a little forced, he kept it to +himself. + "Frieda's leading edge should hit the coast around mid-morning. All +we're getting now are some squalls. It shouldn't get really bad here until +closer to noon. Once this squall line passes, we'll put up the shutters on +the front windows. Until we can do that, would you mind going down and +throwing a load of laundry into the washer? I usually do that on Mondays, +but I got a little, *sidetracked* today." + Rena had shown him how to use the washer a couple of days before. A +rather primitive device, but it produced surprisingly good results. Another +'temporal' prejudice shattered. "I'll be happy to, but... " he wasn't sure +how to say this without sounding like he was second guessing her. Rena saved +him the trouble of having to ask. + "...but why are we wasting time washing clothes?" she grinned, "It's +not the waste of time it seems to be. After Frieda passes we may be days +without clean water or electricity other than from our generator. Clean towels +and sheets make great bandages and clean clothes help to make up for being +restricted to sponge baths." + Jean-Luc nodded his understanding, but kept his thoughts to himself. +Injuries were to be expected, but it hadn't occurred to him that basic services +like power and water might be disrupted by a mere *storm*. Of course, such +storms weren't allowed to happen in his time. He was beginning to understand +why. + "Once you've got that started," Rena had picked up a pad of paper and +a pen and begun writing down their list of things that needed to be done, "go +to the store room and look on the top shelf in the back. You'll find several +large plastic containers, you know, the kind that look a little like balloons? +Get 'em down, rinse 'em out and start filling them up with tap water. That may +be our only source of drinking water if the town's wells are contaminated. +Next,... " Rena went on outlining their plan of action and he thought fleetingly +that with her organizational skills and intuition she'd have made someone a +fine first officer. Since he was looking over her shoulder, she couldn't see +the grin on his face. With a silent sigh he brought his mind back to what she +was saying. + "... so you go on down and get started and I'll see if I can't get Jake +on the phone and find out when he can send one of the boys over to help us out +with the storm shutters," she handed him the list, "I'll be down as soon as I +talk to Jake." He nodded, scanning the page as he took it from her hand. + "Rena... " he stopped, not really sure what he wanted to say. + She looked at him, grinned and winked. "No, Jean-Luc. If we get started +with this mutual admiration society thing, it could go on forever! We don't +have time, so get your attractive little butt downstairs and get busy!" + He looked at her incredulously for a moment, wondering if he'd heard her +correctly. Her impish grin told him he had. He grinned back, shaking +his head, and headed for the stairs, only to be brought up short by her +voice. + "Oh, and Luke... turn on all the lights in the restaurant and unlock +the door. We're kind of an unofficial shelter, and we might have travelers +and other folks coming by. You may as well put coffee on too, it's going +to be a long night." + + ### + + Rena was right about it being a long night. Not long after he'd +finished filling water containers and starting the laundry, two brawny +young men had arrived to fuel up the emergency generator Rena's father +had put in after Hurricane Carla in 1961, and to help put up the storm +shutters. The wind and rain had obligingly died down enough that they were +able to get most of the shutters up. Once that was finished, Rena recruited +them to help her carry several sculptures in from the shed in the back yard, +since she wasn't sure it would withstand the storm. Before they had finished +that task, a station-wagon drove up and disgorged a man and his three kids who +had been en route to Houston and needed a place to take refuge from the rapidly +worsening storm. At that point Rena had Jean-Luc bring the television down +from the living room so the kids could have a familiar distraction. It also +kept everyone abreast of storm-related developments, like the fact that Frieda +was travelling faster that originally predicted. + Larry Cox and his daughter Ruth were the next to arrive, Larry seemingly +depressed that due to his arthritis he was no longer physically able to do +the things needed to secure their home against the storm. Then Sueann called +and asked if Rena could come get her, because she was afraid to stay by herself. +Rena had sent Larry out to get her, which made him feel better and spared her +to continue working. + Things went like that most of the night, though just after one it calmed +down enough for Rena and Jean-Luc to slip upstairs and grab a short nap. They +did so together, in Rena's bed, but they were both too tired to do more than +sleep. All too soon a tap at the door came. Rena looked at the clock and +sighed. It was three am. Trying to get up without waking Jean-Luc, she +slipped from the bed and opened the door to find Sueann there, her face pale, +and her eyes apprehensive. + "Rena... I..." she started, then trailed off, looking quite peculiar. + "What is it Sueann? You see a ghost?" + Sueann gasped, and shook her head. "Rena, I think I'm havin' it! The +baby, I mean! I been having back spasms for three or four hours now, but I +thought they were just what Doc Lacey calls Braxton-Hicks contractions, since +I'm not due for weeks yet, but all the sudden there was water everywhere!" + A quick glance confirmed that Sueann's maternity dress was soaking wet +from about mid-thigh down. Rena bit the inside of her lip, not sure whether +she wanted to laugh, or cry. She did neither. + "Well, that's just like a baby, isn't it? They *do* pick the worst +times to arrive! I'll call Doc... how far apart are your contractions?" + "They haven't been very steady, sometimes half an hour, sometimes less." + That was somewhat of a relief. Most of what Rena knew about childbirth +had been garnered from television, but everything she'd seen seemed to indicate +that the contractions had to be much closer together before you had to start +worrying about anything. Rena stepped into the hall and steered Sueann toward +her brother's room as she talked, one hand comfortingly on her shoulder. + "Well, that doesn't sound too urgent, yet. You lie down in Gabe's room +for awhile, and give me your dress, I'll wash it out and dry it for you." + As they opened the door and went in, Sueann slanted a curious glance at +Rena. "I thought Luke was usin' Gabe's room." + Rena felt her face heat, and couldn't suppress a grin as she replied with +deliberate emphasis. "Well, Sueann, he *was*." + Sueann's distressed air fell away as she looked at Rena in mock-surprise. + "Why Rena Taylor! Whatever would Pastor Robbins say?" + Rena winked at her. "The same thing he says about you, love! Now +come on, you need to rest and conserve your strength, or some such nonsense +like that." + Sueann laughed and nodded, pulling the smock-like dress awkwardly off +over her head as Rena folded back the covers on the bed. After tucking Suean +in, she picked up the dress and headed out again. + "Now if you need anything you just holler, okay?" + "Okay, and Rena..." + "Yes?" + Sueann winked, and grinned. "Sorry if I interrupted anythin'." + Rena smiled back. "You didn't... this time. It's been too crazy +around here to even *think* about that!" + "Aww, that's a shame. I like him, Rena. He's nice." + Rena smiled. "That, Sueann, is the understatement of the year! +Now rest!" + Sueann nodded and settled back, closing her eyes. Rena closed the +door, leaned against it, and sighed deeply. As she did, her bedroom door +opened and Jean-Luc stepped out, looking disgustingly alert for someone who'd +just been woken up. + "Is anything wrong?" he queried softly. + Rena smiled wryly, and shook her head. "Not exactly, just a case of +bad timing. Sueann's in labor," she paused, then in response to his lifted +eyebrows continued. "It's early days yet, but I'm going to go call Dr. Lacey +just to be sure." + He nodded. "I couldn't sleep anyway, there's far too much to be done, +yet. I'm going down to see if there's anything else I can do." + Rena nodded, understanding. He wasn't the sort of man who would be able +to just sit around waiting. There was nothing for it but to accept her fate +graciously and give up all thought of lying in his arms for a bit longer. +As she thought it, she felt again the cold shiver of premonition finger down +her spine. She caught his hand and pulled him down for a kiss, putting all +her desire into it. He returned it, one hand splayed wide across her lower +back, drawing her firmly against him; the other one cupped behind her head, +fingers teasing shivers from her by stroking lightly behind her ear. She +was reminded all too clearly of what she was missing out on by staying up. +Finally, with a sigh, she pulled away from him, her face conveying the +regret she felt. + "I really do have to go call the doctor, Luke." + "I know," he said, the regret in his eyes echoing her own. + They walked together into the living room where she stopped and lifted +the handset of the phone while he went on toward the stairs. She watched, +admiring his lean, muscular form, until he had disappeared down the stairs, +then she realized there was no dial tone. Frowning, she depressed the switch- +hook several times, with no success. She swore softly, realizing that the +phone lines were obviously out already. It was early-on for that! She put +down the phone and stood for a moment, listening to the wind howl, and the +rain lash. This was no squall. It sounded as if Frieda's leading edge had +already arrived. Even as she thought it, the building shook as if a car had +run into it, and she heard a tearing, creaking sound as shingles ripped away +from the roof. Within seconds, Sueann was out of Gabe's room, a blanket +clutched around her half-clad form. + "Rena? What was that?" + "Just some shingles, Sueann, but it does make me a bit concerned. I'm +going to make up a place for you downstairs, just in case this gets worse. +This building has withstood more than one hurricane, but there's been damage +to the roof almost every time, and I wouldn't want you to be up here if that +happens." + "Me either!" Sueann agreed vehemently, casting an uneasy glance at the +ceiling. "Can I come down with you?" + "You feel up to it?" + Sueann nodded. "It'll be awhile before the next contraction, if things +go on like they are. Did you get the doctor?" + "I..." Rena hesitated, not wanting to tell Sueann the news about the +phones. "...got his machine. I'm sure he'll be along soon; he's probably +boarding up, or getting things ready for emergencies," she crossed her fingers +against the lie, and hoped that she was right. The diner had always been the +place where people congregated whenever a storm came, the doctor included. +No doubt he would arrive long before Sueann really needed him. If worse came +to worst, she would go get him. + + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:12:00 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by depot.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.5) + id OAA00209; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:52 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CY0BS2908Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:43 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:11:43 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 7, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CY0BS2928Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: RO + + "Rena?" Jean-Luc handed her a cup of tea and glanced through the pass- +through to where Sueann lay. "How is she?" + Rena set her tea down on the counter and sighed, "I don't know. I +don't have *any* experience in this sort of thing. Jake's the closest we've +got to an experienced hand and his youngest son is 18." Rena rubbed her eyes +and stifled a yawn. They were both exhausted. Any benefit they'd gained from +the few hours of sleep they'd managed to catch during all the preparations for +the storm was rapidly disappearing. + "She needs the doctor, Jean-Luc, but with the phones out, and the wind +this bad, I don't know how to reach him." + They lapsed into silence, with only the storm's comments to punctuate +their thoughts. + Jean-Luc squeezed Rena's shoulder and went to speak with Jake who +was sitting with Sueann. "How is she?" + "Sleeping fer now, poor thing. I 'member Sara doin' that, dozin' off +between pains." + "Jake, where is the doctor likely to be right now?" Jean-Luc lowered +his voice so only Jake could hear him. + "I s'pect," Jake lowered his voice to match, "he'd be home tryin' to +keep his office in one piece fer after t'storm," Jake looked at him +suspiciously, "That's a bitch of a storm out there, Luke. Whachew got on +your mind?" + Jean-Luc glanced at the front windows as a particularly heavy gust +rattled the shutters, then back to Jake as he simply said, "Sueann needs a +doctor." + Jake nodded soberly. "S'true and there's no way I'd get 2 feet with +this bum leg o'mine." He looked at Jean-Luc again and nodded. "Miss Rena +always wus a good judge a' people." With that cryptic comment, Jake +proceeded to tell him how to find the doctor's house. It wasn't far and +there were several structures he could use for shelter from the wind on the +way. Jean-Luc repeated the directions until he was certain he'd be able to +find the way. There would be no one to ask for directions once he left the +diner. + "Jake," Jean-Luc paused as his voice dropped lower, he didn't like what +he felt he had to do, but he liked the alternative even less, "I don't want +Rena to know about this until after I'm gone." + Jake nodded knowingly. "My Sara, God rest her, could be a holy terror +when she got her back up about somethin'. It took a brave man to face her +when she took the bit in her teeth. What the women folk don't know they cain't +skin ya fer," Jake grinned then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from +his face, though he seemed to linger a little longer than necessary around his +eyes. When he began again, his voice had acquired an edge, "Miss Rena's always +reminded me a bit of my Sara..." catching Jean-Luc's eyes again, he continued, +"She's a fine woman. Deserves better than this busted up diner." + Jean-Luc nodded and looked over at Sueann, unable to meet Jake's eyes +again. He knew what Jake was implying and wondered if anyone else had noticed. +He also knew Jake was right about Rena. She did deserve better than this. +Living here in Ridge she'd spend the rest of her life trying to do what's best +for others and *not* what's best for her, and that would end up ruining her. He +shook his head, and left his reply as unspoken as the question. + "The wind's dying down again. I should go." + "I'll get Miss Rena's attention," Jake held out his hand, "Godspeed, +Luke." + Jean-Luc shook the proffered hand and slowly wandered toward the front +of the diner as if to check for leaks. A moment or so later he casually +glanced around the diner and saw Jake motion Rena into the kitchen where +Sueann was. Taking his cue, he carefully freed the deadbolt and opened the +door. The wind was still fairly quiet, in one of the lulls that appeared +periodically as the bands of the storm swept over the landscape. He looked out +for a moment to get his bearings, then slipped out into the storm. + The clock in the diner said it was mid-afternoon, but to Jean-Luc's eyes +it might as well be twilight. The street outside the diner looked like a war +zone. Debris littered the street and sidewalk. Two buildings across the +street were gone. Not just destroyed, but gone. The light was too dim to see +much beyond that. The comparative silence in conjunction with the destruction +around him sent an atavistic shiver up his spine. + /It looks like Sheffield Station./ He'd been first officer on the +Stargazer during the Cardassian War. They'd responded to a distress call from +Sheffield Station, a thriving outpost not far from the Cardassian border. When +the Stargazer arrived, they found the outpost leveled. The air had been so +fouled by ash and smoke that the area was shrouded in eerie twilight for days. +Most of the inhabitants were lucky enough to have been killed outright in the +attack. Others were not so fortunate since the Cardassian troops arrived as +soon as the bombardment stopped. Half the away team he'd lead were sick +within minutes. All of them suffered nightmares for weeks afterward, despite +intense counseling. One junior officer had resigned a month later. + There were no bodies hanging from shattered buildings in Ridge, but his +tired mind supplied them anyway. Jerking his mind away from such morbid +thoughts, he concentrated on the task at hand. Fortunately, Jake had given his +directions in terms of city blocks rather than landmarks. + Jean-Luc stepped out into a deceptively gentle rain. Before he'd gone +three feet the gentle shower had become a downpour. He was glad he hadn't +burdened himself with anything in a vain attempt to keep the rain off. Nothing +available in this century would help. In seconds he was soaked to the skin. +Reaching the end of the block, he saw something huge stretched out in front of +him, blocking his way. As he got closer he identified the object, /My God!/ +He'd marveled at this when Rena first showed it to him and now it lay across +the road twisted and splintered. + It was a tree, but not just any tree. This oak, as Rena had told him, +had seen the beginning of air flight. It provided shade to Confederate +soldiers weary from fighting a loosing war. Local legend said that Sam +Houston camped under this tree on his way to accept the Presidency of the +Republic of Texas. Tejas Indians may have met the first European settlers to +the area and showed them the ways of the Gulf Coast under the shade of the +young oak. Now it lay as ruined as the town that had grown up around it. +Jean-Luc gripped the side of the tree and started to scale it when the wind +hit him full in the face and slammed him down to the pavement. Eyes closed, +he rolled over to keep the rain from pounding his face while he caught his +breath, wondering how he thought he'd be able to survive this. Suddenly +there was silence. The rain and wind had stopped, and when he opened his +eyes he found himself surrounded by a gentle glow. + "Why Jean-Luc, what*ever* are you doing? When last we met you were +positively cocky! Now I find you lying face down in the street, soaking wet, +riddled with self-doubt? I might expect this kind of behavior from Micro-brain +but not from *you*, Mon Capitain. What would your superiors think? What would +*Riker* think?" + Jean-Luc rolled to his knees to find Q perched on the dead oak, shaking +his head in mock disapproval. They seemed to be surrounded by a bubble of calm, +rain sheeting off all around them, but none of it reaching them. + "Lucky for you that I've been looking out for you. You humans are so +fragile that even this *insignificant* atmospheric disturbance would make +*mincemeat* out of you if left to your own puny devices." + "Q!" Jean-Luc cut the entity off abruptly as he got to his feet, +wiping rain from his face. Remembering his predicament, and that Q was the +only way out, he took a deep breath and continued in a more normal tone of +voice. "Q, what do you want?" + "What do I want?" Q smiled and laughed as he disappeared in a flash of +light and reappeared standing in front of Jean-Luc still grinning widely. +Placing his hands on Jean-Luc's shoulders he continued jovially. "What do I +want? Why to take you *home*, Mon Capitain!" + Q's smile faded and his face took on a look of mild disgust as he +realized that his hands were dirty and wet from touching Jean-Luc's shoulders. +A flash of light and they were both dry and Jean-Luc was now in uniform. + "This *place* is positively *dreary*! I really am quite embarrassed +to have thought of this little adventure." Q moved to Jean-Luc's side and +placed a companionable arm around his now-dry shoulders. "You see," he +continued in an aggrieved tone. "I've been under some stress lately, and not +up to my usual standards. You know how it is." + "We've *all* been under stress lately, Q." Jean-Luc managed to keep +most of the anger out of his voice. He didn't want to make Q angry. He *had* +to get back to the Enterprise. + Q laughed delightedly and clapped him on the back, his good humor +restored as if Picard's opinion and approval were the most important things in +the universe. "I knew you'd understand, Mon ami! Come! Bid this... *place* +adieu and let us return to your ship!" + "Wait!" + "Oh, what is it, *now*, Picard?" + "I can't just leave, Q! I have to get the doctor! I've got a woman +in labor back there, and she needs help!" + Q lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? My, my, Jean-Luc, you *do* work fast, +don't you?" Noticing Picard's growing anger with his flippancy, Q continued, +his irritation showing. "You humans, so obsessed with procreation! If you're +not *making* babies, you're having them! A messy, impractical process to say +the least!" he looked back at the diner, and sighed. "Oh, very well, if you +feel you must. I can't have you whining about this every time we meet from +now on!" + Picard's dry uniform was replaced once more by soggy denim and chambray. +The shock of cold and wet made him gasp, and Q grinned derisively. + "It was your choice, mon capitain though I suppose I *could* make +things a bit easier for you..." + They were no longer standing in a sort of bubble in the street, but on +the front porch of a house. Letters stenciled on the window in the door read: +James K. Lacey, M.D. + + + + ### + + + Rena patted Sueann's hand with more assurance than she felt. "Just rest, +Sueann, and I'll go get you some crushed ice to suck on." One of the few things +Rena knew about childbirth is that at *some* point the expectant mother should +stop eating. So far, Sueann hadn't asked for anything but water so they hadn't +tried to convince her to eat. + Wearily, Rena got to her feet and turned toward the kitchen. Before +she'd taken a half dozen steps she heard the wind come up again outside. Just +as the thought registered, she jumped as the front door crashed back on its +hinges and the wind roared into the diner dumping rain and debris on them all. +Sueann screeched that the building was collapsing as Jake assured her it wasn't +and tried to block her from the worst of the wind. Rena staggered out of the +direct path of the wind so she could get to the door and close it. + /Damn! How did that happen!?! I *know* I threw the deadbolt!/ She +reached the door and struggled with it for a moment until she was able to get +some purchase against the wind. Ironically, she found it easier to pull the +door closed into the wind than to push against the wind. She grinned maniacally +as an image of her locking herself out of the diner in an effort to close the +door popped into her mind. Facing the street with her right hand pulling on +the door, Rena reached out and grasped the door frame with her left and +slowly pulled the door closed. Once she got the door mostly closed she +couldn't resist looking out. + She wasn't prepared for the devastation that greeted her. The old +furniture store and the donut shop across the street were missing, apparently +picked up and carried away on the wind. Visibility was poor, and thankfully +so. She could see massive tree limbs and pieces of buildings lying haphazardly +in the street. Suddenly a bright flash drew her attention down the block. At +first she thought it was lightening and shut her eyes against it, but this +close the thunder should have all but knocked her off her feet. When no sound +ripped into her ears she opened her eyes to see if she could figure out what +had happened. + /That's impossible./ She closed her eyes again and opened them, but the +scene hadn't changed. There was a bubble of softly glowing light, for want of +a better description, in the middle of the street. Two figures and part of a +broken tree were inside it. + /Jean-Luc!/ She finally recognized one of them as he picked himself off +the street although it was too far away to see who the other was. Hardly +realizing what she was doing, Rena pulled the door closed the rest of the way +and found herself outside the diner. She found part of a two by four within +reach on the ground and picking it up she used it as a locking bar on the diner +door by running it through the handle. As she worked her mind was still trying +to comprehend what her eyes were telling it. + /Maybe it's St. Elmo's fire. Like they see on ships at sea./ She +began creeping up the street, hugging the building for support against the +wind, watching the figures as she approached. They appeared to be talking. +The stranger was sitting on the tree, then in a flash of light, he was +standing in front of Jean-Luc grasping his shoulders. Before she could think +about what just happened there was another flash and Jean-Luc was now dry and +dressed in a strange looking outfit of black and red. It was like nothing +she'd ever seen before, but had an indefinable *uniform* quality to it. As one +part of her mind tried to reconcile the strange events of the past few moments, +she found herself thinking, of all things, that he looked much more at home in +these clothes. + /That flash! I've seen it before!/ Rena knew it wasn't St. Elmo's +fire. St. Elmo's fire didn't make people move from place to place or change +someone's clothes. This was something *different*. Jean-Luc was arguing +with the stranger or rather, the stranger was arguing with Jean-Luc, who +stood in the center of the stranger's frenetic personal whirlwind. The +stranger seemed somehow *familiar* but Rena couldn't place him. + /The man in the diner that Jean-Luc was so worried about!/ Once she'd +identified the stranger, Rena crouched down behind a sheet of plywood that had +wedged in the rubble to watch. Idly she noticed that it was the sign from +Konchaba's Hardware Store, carried two miles by the wind. She ducked into a +shadow as Jean-Luc gestured angrily back toward the diner. He seemed to be +refusing to do something the other wanted. Another flash of light and Jean-Luc +was dressed again in his rain soaked clothes then and they, and the +bubble, vanished. + + + ### + + + Jean-Luc braced himself against the wind and turned to speak to Q only +to find that he was alone on the doctor's porch. Recovering, he pounded on +the door, hoping he could make himself heard over the wind and rain. An +eternity later a dim warm light appeared behind the boards covering the +doctor's front window and the door crashed open. Jean-Luc stumbled in and +then turned to help the older man push it closed. + "Are you alright?" The man, whom Jean-Luc vaguely recognized as Dr. +Lacey put a hand on Jean-Luc's arm and guided him to a nearby chair. Jean-Luc +nodded trying to catch his breath. + "You're soaked to the skin! Sit here a minute and relax, I've got some +coffee on. Be right back." As he turned to go, he handed Jean-Luc a couple +of towels from a stack near the door. Doctor Lacey left him the light, some +kind of fairly sophisticated flame lamp that put off a strong warm light. +Looking around he found himself in an entryway with three doors. One door at +the left end was closed, the one next to him apparently led to the doctor's +living quarters. The last door was open and the light showed him hints of glass +cabinets and silver instruments. + /His clinic. Beverly would love to see the inside of that room./ He +was on the verge of standing up and moving closer for a better look when Dr. +Lacey returned with two steaming mugs. Jean-Luc realized he was cold. The +tropical rain was warm but once inside, a chill started to settle into his +bones. + "Here, see if this won't help get your blood pumping again." He thanked +him and taking the mug took a long swallow and coughed at the liquid fire going +down his throat. Dr. Lacey laughed, "You didn't think I'd offer a man nothing +but *coffee* in a situation like this?" + Jean-Luc finally recovered enough to ask, "What *is* this?" + Dr. Lacey took a drink from his own mug and said, "Southern Comfort. +One of the finest blended whiskeys ever made." Raising his mug in a toast, he +proclaimed, "To the distiller's art! Paintings grace the walls of our museums, +music delights the ears, but *this* is what makes life worth living." They each +drank and now that he knew what to expect, Jean-Luc had to admit that it was +an interesting combination. + "So, since I imagine you're not just out taking an afternoon stroll, +someone must need my services. How's Sueann doing?" + Jean-Luc couldn't help but grin. With all the stress of the past hours, +Dr. Lacey's irreverent manner was as invigorating as his 'coffee'. + "How did you know I'm here about Sueann?" + It was the doctor's turn to grin now, "I love to do that to people!" +Dr. Lacey stood and picking up the lantern, motioned Jean-Luc to follow him +into his office, "Ever since I was 10 years old and discovered Sherlock Holmes +I've wanted to be able to tell someone what they do for a living, what they had +for lunch and how much they hated their third grade teacher all from an ink +stain on their left thumb." The doctor laughed as he set down his lantern and +began assembling his equipment, Jean-Luc chuckled along with him. + "Have you ever managed it?" + "Oh, no, but it's not from lack of trying. I *have*, however, learned +to spot the tiniest speck of chocolate on one of my diabetics' clothes or a +smear of hamburger grease on a heart patient's sleeve. Comes in handy in my +line." He moved the lantern over to a class and chrome cabinet and pulling +some keys out of his pocket began to unlock it. + "Now, tell me as much as you can about Sueann's condition and what's +been done for her." + Jean-Luc described her symptoms, when they started, everything he +could remember. Dr. Lacey listened intently, only occasionally interrupting +to ask a question or clarify a point. + "Are there any other injuries?" he asked once he had all the information +he needed about Sueann. + "A few minor cuts and bruises, but nothing serious." + Dr. Lacey nodded, "Good. Sueann's a strong young woman and from what +you've told me she's doing just fine. Give me a few minutes to collect the +rest of what I need and pack it for the trip out and we'll get going." + Knowing that he could be of no assistance to the man, Jean-Luc stayed +out of his way. In its current position, the lantern illuminated a wall of +framed documents and pictures. There were several frames containing +diplomas and certificates. He'd seen similar documents in museums and on the +holodeck, but there was something exciting about seeing them in place and in +person that made him grin with pleasure. + /Yes, Beverly would *love* to see this. What a shame she couldn't +be here right now./ Among the photographs was a newspaper clipping from a +Houston paper, complete with a grainy picture of a young woman who looked +vaguely familiar. After scanning the story he found that her name was Alice +McCoy and as a geneticist, was one of seven scientists in the world to be +selected to work on a special recombinant DNA project for the World Health +Organization. + "I'm real proud of my Alice. She's a talented girl." Jean-Luc turned +to see Dr. Lacey standing behind him, one bag slung over his shoulder and +another in his hand. "Got any children of your own?" + "Ah," Jean-Luc nodded, that explained why she looked so familiar, "she's +your daughter? I thought she looked familiar. She resembles you a great deal." +Realizing that he had never answered the doctor's question, he spoke, pushing +aside thoughts of Meribor and Batai. "No, no children." + "Well, you're young yet. No sense rushing into things, right?" +grinning, he slapped Jean-Luc on the back and picking up the lantern, headed +toward the office door, "Let's get going. We'll go the back way," he explained +over his shoulder, "it should be much faster. A little wetter, maybe, but +faster." + Jean-Luc followed the older man out and through the door into his living +quarters. Something he'd seen on Dr. Lacey's wall was tickling the edge of his +mind. Then it came to him, age. Once again he was struck by how much faster +people aged in this century. According to the diploma on his wall, Dr. Lacey +graduated with his first degree from the University of Texas in 1949. Assuming +he was 22 at the time, that made them almost the same age. They reached the +outside door before he could continue that train of thought. + "Wind's down a bit," the doctor observed, his hand on the deadbolt, +"Maybe the eye passing over. Weatherman thought we might catch the edge of +it," catching Jean-Luc's eye he nodded, "Best to go while the goin's good. No +tellin' how long this calm will last." + With that, he opened the door and they stepped out onto the remains of +the doctor's back porch. It was obvious to Jean-Luc that Dr. Lacey hadn't +looked out since he boarded up his windows. To do him credit, he only paused +for a moment as he took in the wreckage that used to be his neighbors' homes. +Without a word he gestured and took off with ground-covering strides in the +general direction of the diner. As difficult as Jean-Luc's journey out had +been, this was, in its own way, much worse. The ground was muddy and sometimes +they found themselves wading through knee-deep water. + The closer they got, the more alert Jean-Luc became, expecting Q to +appear at any moment. /Let me get back long enough to say goodbye, Q,/ he +thought. Soon the diner was in sight and both men sighed with relief. Dr. +Lacey stopped and leaned against a sagging wall to catch his breath. Picard +felt a touch of concern, and gestured toward the bags the other man carried. + "Doctor, I'd be glad to carry one of those for you." + Dr. Lacey smiled and shook his head, "No, thank you. The day I can't +carry my own equipment is the day I retire my shingle." + A strong gust of wind heralded the end of their grace period. As they +started off once more, the rain started again, as hard as ever. Soon they were +struggling against the wind, which had switched directions as the other side of +the storm began to move over the area. Jean-Luc lost sight of the diner +completely as a curtain of rain closed around him, and simply followed what he +could see of the doctor's back as best he could, trusting the other man to find +his way in the maelstrom. + Slogging through a particularly swampy area, Jean-Luc lost his footing +and went down, face first into the calf deep water. Struggling up again, +he tried to call out to his companion, but the wind ripped the words from his +throat and whirled them away, unheard. Within seconds he was alone. He +leaned into the wind and continued in what he hoped was the right direction. + Soon there was a structure in front of him. Through the heavy downpour +it was difficult to identify until he was actually upon it. It was Rena's +studio. Amazed that it was still standing, he crouched next to it, glad of +the limited shelter it offered from the driving rain and wind. After catching +his breath and orienting himself, he stepped away from the wall of the studio +and into... calm, surrounded by a familiar soft glow. + "My dear Jean-Luc! Look at you!" Q stepped out of the light, shaking his +head in disapproval. "You're a mess!" + + + + ### + + Rena sat crouched behind the Konchaba's Hardware store sign, all but +oblivious to the storm that raged around her. The thoughts that raged in her +mind were more than a match for the weather. She had no idea how long she had +sat there, too stunned by what she'd seen to move. What *had* she seen? +People just did *not* move from place to place in a flash of light. That bubble +that had appeared and sheltered the two of them from the wind and rain. What +*was* that? No natural phenomena *she* knew of could account for it. Possibly +the most disturbing part of the whole thing was Jean-Luc's apparent acceptance +of the *impossible* event. He had seemed concerned with the other man's demands +rather than with the events themselves. Indeed, he seemed to accept them as +natural! Or perhaps, Rena shivered in the warm rain at this thought, it's just +that they *seemed* normal compared to the 'man' he argued with. + /Enough! That's enough! You've got things to do and people depending +on you! You don't have the leisure to sit here and worry about this. The best +thing to do is go back and *ask* Jean-Luc about it, face-to-face, when he gets +back with the doctor./ + Rena looked around and realized that the rain had momentarily stopped. She +was in luck. If she tried she could get back inside before the calm passed. As she +hurried back to the diner, she tried not to think about the last thought that ran +through her mind. + /*If* he comes back./ + Back inside, she faced a thousand questions. Rather than try to explain +the inexplicable, she merely said that in trying to close the door she'd gotten +trapped outside, but found adequate temporary shelter. Mrs. Gomez fussed over +her, scolding her for trying to do everything herself and insisting that she +get into some dry clothes. Rena let Mrs. Gomez shoo her upstairs where she +quickly changed into dry jeans and a dry shirt. Wrapping her short hair in a +towel she quickly checked for leaks before going back down to do the same +there. She wanted to keep her mind too busy to worry over what she'd witnessed. + Surprisingly there was no sign of any leaking. Not even around the +windows. Her father had often bragged that when he built the diner, he built +it so tight that if he couldn't make a go of the restaurant business he'd put +an engine on the place and go into deep sea salvage work. The memory brought +a tired smile to her face and she briefly wondered what her father would have +thought of her little adventure, and of Jean-Luc. The rattle of the wind +against the shuttered windows brought her mind back to the present. The storm +was back. + "Mrs. Gomez," Rena caught the other woman's eye and motioned her over, +"Luke's gone for the doctor for Sueann, would you help me get some food ready +for everyone. It's been a stressful day and I think a hot meal would be a +good distraction for everyone." + "And you can't stand not having something to do!" Mrs. Gomez replied, a +slight smile on her pleasant, round face. + "You know me too well!" + They both laughed a little and Rena led the way into the kitchen. + "At least the propane tank is full. We won't have to worry about +trying to cook over a kerosene stove." + They got started preparing a fairly elaborate meal. It made sense +both as a morale builder and also as a method of using up some of the +perishables from Rena's refrigerator and freezer. Though the generator was +working just fine right now, it had been hours since the main power went out, +and she would run out of fuel for the generator long before electricity was +restored, if she was any judge. Better to cook it and *give* the food away +than to let it spoil then *throw* it away. + Rena had just popped a second chicken into the oven to bake when she +heard a pounding on the back door. Relief washed over her as she rushed over +to the door. She threw the deadbolt and stepped out of the way as the wind +sent the door crashing back against the wall, then her heart sank as she saw +Dr. Lacey stagger in, alone. Using the door frame to brace herself against +the wind she peered out into the dim late afternoon, getting drenched again in +the process. Mrs. Gomez' tugging at her arm was the only thing that kept her +from going out to find Jean-Luc. With Mrs. Gomez's help she got the back door +closed and bolted, then turned toward the doctor who'd collapsed, exhausted, +onto a stool. + "Jean-Luc?" the tightness in her chest moved into her throat as the +doctor shook his head, his expression concerned. + "He was right behind me and then, the next thing I knew, I was by +myself," seeing Rena blanch, he went on in a comforting tone. "But he's +a tough one, and smart, too. We were pretty close to here when we got +separated. He probably lost me in the storm and found shelter somewhere. +He'll make it, Rena. Don't you worry 'bout that, he'll make it." + Rising, he put on his best 'doctor' expression. "Now, where's our +little mother? I understand we've got a young 'un who can't wait to make +an appearance." + As Mrs. Gomez started to lead the way, Rena spoke up. "Dr. Lacey, I'll +put a pot of water on to boil in case you need to sterilize anything. Is +there anything else you think you'll need? + He stopped and thought a moment before answering in a serious tone, +"You wouldn't happen to have a bottle of Southern Comfort on hand, would you?" + Rena giggled while Mrs. Gomez tried her best to look scandalized. + "I'll see what I can find." + "Thank you, Rena. You're a credit to your profession," with that +he followed Mrs. Gomez over to see his patient. + Rena got her soup pot out, filled it three-quarters of the way with +some of their 'good' water and set it to boil. She started to go see how +Sueann was, but something pulled her to the back door. Peering out through +the crack in the storm shutter, she looked longingly into the raging storm. +/Where are you, my love? Are you alright?/ A tear escaped to trace a path +down her cheek, and she had just started to turn away when a motion caught her +eye. Was that something moving near her studio? Her heart leapt and she began +fumbling with the deadbolt, cursing both her clumsiness and her exhaustion. + Before she could throw the bolt, *it* happened again. That *flash* and +then the bubble of soft light that shed the storm like a duck's feathers. +Again, two figures inhabited the bubble of light. Jean-Luc and the *Other*, +as she found herself thinking of him. It was difficult to tell for sure, but +it seemed that Jean-Luc was looking in the general direction of the diner. He +seemed to turn, a little reluctantly, and the two spoke for a moment. Then + they and the bubble were gone. Rena found herself clinging to the door, +sobbing. *This* time, she knew he was really gone. + + + + ### + +From JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU Mon Aug 30 14:12:23 1993 +Return-Path: +Received: from Rosie.UH.EDU by depot.cis.ksu.edu SMTP (8.5) + id OAA00398; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:12:19 -0500 +From: JULIA@Jetson.UH.EDU +Received: from Jetson.UH.EDU by Jetson.UH.EDU (PMDF V4.2-11 #3125) id + <01H2CY0RMQ8Q8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU>; Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:12:01 CDT +Date: Mon, 30 Aug 1993 14:12:00 -0500 (CDT) +Subject: A'la Q, Part 7, by Kellie Matthews-Simmons & Julia Kosatka +To: jfy@cis.ksu.edu +Message-id: <01H2CY0RMZVW8Y5XMR@Jetson.UH.EDU> +X-VMS-To: @ARCHIVE +MIME-version: 1.0 +Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII +Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT +Status: RO + + Rena pulled the truck into a parking spot next to her Canyon Street +studio-gallery, set the brake, and leaned back with a sigh. She was +tired. She'd helped Lanelle set up for her show's opening-night party, and +had also stayed to help clean up afterward. It was only a ten-twenty, but it +felt like it must be two in the morning! She opened the door and stepped +out, looked up at the stars and smiled. The night sky in Santa Fe never +ceased to amaze her. Even in town you could always see the stars. + She went in through the gallery, picked up the mail she'd been too +busy to read earlier, and opened the letter from Sueann. As she did, a photo +fell out and she leaned down and picked it up off the floor. It was Luca's +latest baby-picture. She was a cute little rascal, at six months she was a +wiry, healthy baby with blonde curls and lovely dark brown eyes. Her smile +was open and mischievous, like a little Puck of the wrong gender. Smiling, +she wondered how Jean-Luc would feel about Sueann having named her little girl +in his honor. Of course, Sueann thought he was dead, but Rena knew better. + Every once in awhile she thought about what she'd seen that night and +wondered if she had imagined it; but she'd never had hallucinations before or +since, so she didn't really think so. She skimmed Sueann's note quickly, +pleased to see that she was still enjoying her job as Dr. Lacey's receptionist +at his new office in Beaumont. It was strange how well everything had worked +out after the storm. It was almost as if Frieda had been good luck! In every +way but one. She still missed him, sometimes. + Annoyed with herself for being maudlin, she headed up the stairs to her +apartment and turned on the TV. Though she was tired, she didn't feel like +sleeping yet. Picking up the remote she began to channel-surf, looking for +something good. She wasn't usually up this late, she wasn't sure what was on. +Something caught her eye, and she stopped, watching a news story about a +certain short billionaire with big ears who was running for president. When +the story finished, the end credits began to run, and a voiceover told her to +"stay tuned for Star Trek." She grinned. It had been *ages* since she'd +watched Star Trek! She settled in, wondering how long it would take her to +identify the episode. Usually she could do it in about fifteen seconds. +She sat through a Thigh-Master commercial two beer ads, and a promo for a +sitcom, then the show began. + She was instantly confused. *This* wasn't Star Trek! An attractive +red-haired woman in a blue and black jumpsuit which looked just vaguely +familiar was pulling a blue lab coat on as she entered a room full of +odd-looking beds, talking to someone off-camera. A lot of other people +in similar blue and black uniforms were milling around. She said something +about ambulatory casualties, then ordered everyone to stand clear, and they +stood away from the center of the room. + That portion of the screen 'dissolved' in a typical Trek transporter +effect, and 5 figures 'materialized' there. Three of them wore gold and black +uniforms and crouched with drawn weapons, a bearded guy in a red and black +uniform stood to one side, and a big black guy with weird makeup stood next +to him, holding another red-and-black clad man in his arms. As the big guy +set his burden down on one of the weird beds, the camera focused in on the +face of the casualty, and Rena's jaw dropped. Her stomach tied itself into +a knot as she leaned forward and stared at the screen as if sheer proximity +would change what she was seeing. + It didn't. She realized there was a big burned-looking patch in the +middle of his chest. She tensed, was he dead? He looked dead. Who the hell +was he? He couldn't *possibly*, be who he looked like! Could he? The red- +head started doing Trekmedical-looking stuff to him, muttering intensely about +cardiac arrest and fused bioregulators, fading isocortical activity and a +cordrazine series; then the scene began to wash out, voices echoing. The scene +changed to show the man standing in a place filled with brilliant white light. +A robed figure, indistinct in the radiant light, stood beckoning him. He moved +toward the luminous person, who extended a hand. As the man in red and black +clasped that hand in his own, drawing him out of the radiance, Rena jumped to +her feet, fists clenched. + "SHIT!!! Oh god, oh damn-it, what the hell is going on?" + The robed figure was the jerk from the diner. The one she had thrown +out. The one Jean-Luc had been afraid of. He smiled beneficently at the +other man, opened his mouth, and said; + "Welcome to the afterlife, Jean-Luc, you're dead." + + + ### + + + An hour later, having watched the entire episode, she sat in front of +her now silent and dark television, staring at the blank screen sightlessly. +She couldn't believe what she'd just seen! Had the actor flipped-out last +fall and gone on the road thinking he really *was* Jean-Luc Picard? No, that +didn't make sense, not unless *two* of them had gone off the deep end +simultaneously. She'd seen the Q-guy, too. Not only had she seen him, she +had seen him appear and disappear in the same flash of light they used on the +show. Which was, of course, patently impossible, since it was a video special +effect not found in nature! But... how else could she explain what had +happened? Some massive-scale practical joke? + Rena shook her head, running a hand through her hair in frustration. +The only other explanation, that her world had suddenly expanded to include +fictional characters living 400 years in the future, was equally preposterous. +And there were differences... odd ones. The Picard on the television was subtly +different from the one she had known. He seemed slightly more at ease with +himself, oddly enough; and for some strange reason he also seemed a a little +*younger*, or perhaps less experienced was a better way to put it. She couldn't +quite put her finger on what it was that was different, she just knew it was +*there*. Could she possibly have *hallucinated* the whole thing? Was it some +sort of stress-induced... no. That wasn't it either. Doc Lacey, Sueann, Jake, +Larry Cox... they had all seen him too. Hell, Sueann had named her baby after +him! He was *no* hallucination. + Suddenly doubting her own sanity, Rena got up and walked over to the +shelf where she kept Prospero, running her fingers over the sculpture as if +it held the answer to her questions. She closed her eyes, and remembered +when those planes and hollows had been warm and real beneath her hands. She +swallowed heavily, trying unsuccessfully to keep tears from welling up. She +felt them spill over, trickling down from the outer corners of her eyes where +they'd been squeezed. No! He was *real* damn it! Not a figment, not an +actor, a real, human, living, breathing... starship captain? + From tears she went to the opposite extreme, and found herself laughing +almost hysterically at that thought. God, no one would ever believe her! +Rena wondered if Sueann had ever seen the show, or Doc, or any of the dozens +of other people who'd met him. How had they rationalized the resemblance, +and the name? Or had they just dismissed it as a coincidence? Suddenly she +found herself recalling the stunned expression he'd worn the first time he +had ever seen the original Trek. No wonder he'd looked so pole-axed! He +had been as shocked then as she was now... though he had dealt with it a +bit better. It also explained his unfamiliarity with so many things she had +expected him to know about, even taking into account his status as a visitor +from another *country*. Washing machines, television, movies, sexual +harassment... it all made a certain bizarre sense now. + Gently she replaced the sculpture in its accustomed spot and sat back +down on the sofa, the same sofa she'd shared with him, many times. The same +one whose cushions had served as padding for their first... she shunted that +thought aside. No use dwelling on that. She leaned back and closed her eyes, +rubbing her forehead abstractedly. She said it out loud, wondering if it would +sound any different that way. + "Jean-Luc, and Q... were you real?" + A flash of light bright enough to penetrate her closed eyelids lit the +room. She sat up instantly, and when her eyes focused she was staring at the +the sardonic face of the the being known as Q. He was even wearing the same +silver-white robe in which she'd just seen him. He smiled mockingly. + "Realer than you think, my dear." + Before she could scream, or faint, or even gasp, the light flared and +he was gone, leaving her staring at the bluish afterimage he had left on her +retinas. + + + ### + + + + "Well, now that your little act of heroism is complete, shall we go?" + Picard hesitated. He wished he could say goodbye... but he couldn't +delay the inevitable any longer. He turned his gaze resolutely away from +the past and looked at Q. + "Yes, take me home." + Q lifted an eyebrow, and Picard sighed, knowing exactly what he wanted. +Ever since his experience with the Kataanian probe, he had gotten better at +dealing with Q. All he had to do was remember Meribor or Batai at around the +age of six, since Q operated at about that level. + "Take me home, please." + "That's better," Q said, looking smug. + The bridge of the Enterprise appeared around them. Picard saw Riker leap +to his feet, and heard startled exclamations from several of the bridge crew. +He glanced around, noting that most of his officers were present, including +Beverly, who stood next to Deanna near the turbo-lift. He was home. A feeling +of relief, tinged slightly with regret flooded him, and made him a bit reckless. +He looked at Q and smiled. + "Have you ever thought of going into vacation planning, Q?" + Q scowled huffily, and disappeared, leaving Jean-Luc standing on the +bridge, still dressed in soaking wet 20th century garb. + "Captain?" Riker said, his tone managing to convey, surprise, concern +and a touch of amusement simultaneously. Picard turned toward him. + "How long have I been gone?" + His first officer shot a glance at Data, hesitated, then shrugged. + "Well, you went into your ready-room a little over an hour ago..." + "An hour?" he asked, startled. "Is that all?" + "One hour, twenty-seven minutes, thirty one seconds, to be precise," +Data supplied. + Picard shook his head. "I see Q's been playing with time in more +ways than one. I just spent a week on Earth in the late twentieth century." + Riker grinned. "Well, that explains the getup." + "Actually, it's quite comfortable... when it's not wet. Everything +under control here?" + Riker nodded. "Nothing unusual to report," he grinned. "Except for you, +that is." + Picard smiled wryly. "Good, then I'll go change, and come back +to fill you in on a few details after I'm dry." + He moved toward the lift, leaving a trail of damp footprints up the +ramp. Beverly was eyeing at him rather intently, with a slight smile on her +face. He nodded to her as he passed, entered the turbo-lift, and as the doors +hissed closed he heard Deanna exclaim "Beverly!" in a rather scandalized +tone of voice. He wondered what that was all about as the lift descended toward +deck 9, and his quarters. + + + ### + + Dry, and re-uniformed, Picard put his jeans and shirt into the +processor for cleaning. He had every intention of keeping them, in fact, +he made a mental note to have the garment's patterns stored in the replicator +for future use. He had gotten rather accustomed to them, and also suspected +they would make extremely comfortable riding attire. He sat down at his desk +to make a few notes in his personal log, and stopped, wondering if it had been +real, or some Q-induced dream. He dismissed that idea almost instantly. No, +the jeans were real, and he had no doubt at all that Rena had been real too. +He stared thoughtfully into space for a moment, then straightened, tugging his +uniform tunic into place. + "Computer, access historical database. Retrieve any information +regarding a community called Ridge, Texas, United States of America, in the +year 1991." + "Working... Ridge, Texas. Destroyed by hurricane Frieda on September +17th, 1991." + He stiffened, his throat tight against a cry of pain. Destroyed? No! +Impossible! He closed his eyes, shook his head, and unclenched his fists. + "Elaborate, what happened to the *people* who lived there?" + "Following the hurricane, government funds were allocated to relocate +the survivors to other areas." + "How many were... killed?" + "No official casualties listed. One person listed as missing, and +presumed dead." + Relief washed through him, followed closely by puzzlement. If the +town had been destroyed, how had everyone survived? + "Please display full record of this incident." + His viewscreen lit with information, and he read quickly, a smile forming +as he read. Apparently every building in Ridge had been leveled with the +peculiar exceptions of the doctor's office, the Double R Diner, and a small +outbuilding behind the diner. Weather experts had been unable to explain why +the two widely separated buildings had been spared. The townsfolk had all +taken refuge in the diner, and no one garnered more than a few scrapes and +bruises. + The one person listed as missing had been a visitor to the town, a man +who was lauded as a hero for going to fetch the doctor to care for a woman +in labor. He had claimed to be a French national, but neither U.S. nor French +immigration officials had ever been able to find any record of the man, and had +decided he must have been using a pseudonym. Because the town had been so +thoroughly destroyed, the inhabitants had opted to take federal funds and use +them to relocate, rather than trying to rebuild. + He stared at the record for a few moments, then spoke again. + "Computer, search archives for any record of a sculptor named Rena Taylor, +who would have been working in the late twentieth and possibly early twenty- +first centuries, display here." + "Accessing..." + It took the machine a few seconds, then the image on his viewscreen +changed. It was Rena, but not quite the Rena he'd known. This woman was at +least 20, maybe 30 years older but with the same infectious smile, the same +bright green eyes. Under the picture was the legend: + Rena Taylor Gustavson, 21st century, Sol 3, United States of America + Jean-Luc smiled to himself, knowing that the additional surname +indicated that at some point she had gotten married. That pleased him. He +began reading the text on the screen. + Brief: + Rena Taylor Gustavson (human, b. 1959, d. 2060) commonly known as + Rena Taylor, was one of the most important sculptors of the 21st + century. While she, along with Houser and Richtmann, bridged the 20th + and 21st centuries, most scholars agree that her works belong with + those of the Pan American School which appeared in 2104, rather than + with what later became known as the Neo-Columbians of the late 20th + century. Her work is usually divided into three distinct periods. + Dark, Light and Ethereal. There is some controversy concerning the + distinction between the Light and Ethereal periods, but most scholars + agree on the transition from Dark to Light. That transition occurred + in 1991 and is marked by what are generally considered to be two of her + most important and beautiful works. + + A more detailed discussion of the artist's style, innovative use + of bronze polymer and influence on other sculptors is available on + request. A brief description of two of her major works follows. + A complete list is available on request. + + The Stand (Sol 3, North American Museum of Fine Arts) was her + final Dark piece. It is a 1.5 meter bronze of a dying female wolf + (Sol 3, canis, lupus) defending an injured cub, a second cub lies + dead in the background. This highly disturbing piece has been + removed from exhibition several times during its existence due + to its perceived detrimental effect on the viewer. It narrowly + escaped destruction in the Reformation of 2214. + + Prospero (Sol 3, North American Museum of Fine Arts) marks the + beginning of Taylor's "Light Period." Not exhibited outside her own + home until after her death, Prospero is considered one of only two + true portraits by the artist. The cold-cast bronze depicts a nude, + seated, adult human male. + + Jean-Luc stared at the two pictures on the screen, and a ripple of +shock ran through him. The first he'd seen in Rena's studio, and again in +the diner's storeroom when they'd brought them in for safekeeping during +the storm. The other... the other was... He closed his eyes a moment then +looked again. It *was* him; but then again, it *wasn't*. He tried to +pinpoint the differences but was unable to put his finger on it. For all +that the statue definitely looked like him, he felt it was a bit idealized, as +it showed a very attractive man. He had never considered himself to be more +than average-looking. + In truth, he rarely thought about his looks at all, other than to make +sure his appearence was acceptable. He had better things to do with his time +that to sit around wondering whether people liked him better in cobalt or mint. +He simply wore what he liked, and was who he was. He studied the sculpture +again, still feeling mildly embarrassed, though no one would ever connect him +with it, considering the fact that it was 400 years older than he was! He +wondered wryly how Riker would feel, in a similar situation. Probably *not* +embarrassed. He wondered about Rena, and what she had done after the storm. + "Computer, are there any biographies available on Rena Taylor?" + "There are fifteen biographies and one autobiography on file." + He smiled. "Replicate the autobiograpy, using standard facsimile +parameters." + He crossed the room and waited. A moment later a small volume appeared +in the replicator slot. He picked up the book, traced his finger appreciatively +over the embossed binding, and opened it. The title page indicated that it +had been published in 2057, only a few years before her death. That thought +made a peculiar tension fill his throat, and he turned the page quickly only +to stop, frozen, the tautness worsening as he read the dedication, peculiar +as it was. + +Prospero + +"You knew who I was +I know who you will be +Past meets future, +Mates, +To create present. +Now is wholly changed +With the birth of love +Midwif'd by a petulant god. +No regrets +Just memories +To warm cold nights." + + He closed his eyes for a moment, and put the book down. He would read +it later, speculate on her meaning later. Right now, he had a briefing to +conduct. + + + + + + The End + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aliens-v b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aliens-v new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1e8819cc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/aliens-v @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ +Organization: Freshman, Mathematics, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!darwin.sura.net!udel!rochester!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!andrew.cmu.edu!sm76+ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Message-ID: +Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1992 15:26:13 -0400 +From: Sachin Anand Mhaskar +Subject: Aliens vs TNG +Lines: 331 + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Well, after reading the Galactica meets Enterprise by Jeff Standish, +I decided to write something myself, based on this "vs." idea that origi- +nated in the rec.arts.startrek newsgroup. I have in mind to make this a +3 or 4 part story, but if there is no response to it, then the story will +end here. This story is not for the squeamish (hah, that's a joke. My +writing is nowhere near Steven King's nor Clive Barker's, so you don't +have to worry!). I reserve the right to use an SPD (Stupid Plot Device) +whenever I feel it is necessary (such as explaining loose ends :^) ), and +please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors. Anyway, enjoy, and +please let me know what you think! +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + The Aliens meet The Next Generation + + by + + Chet "Cheesehead" Cuaresma + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + Captain's Log: StarDate 43451.2. By traveling through the Xenophobic +star system, an unexplored section of the Federation, our sensors have lo- +cated what appears to be another starship, drifting ever so slowly through +space. We are dropping out of warp to intercept and make possible contact +with the ship. + + Picard looked up to see the streaking stars on the viewscreen come to +a halt as he completed his log entry. In the center of the screen was a +ship, growing steadily larger as the Enterprise moved closer to greet the +vessel. + "Open hailing frequencies, Mr. Worf," said Captain Picard, a twinge of +curiosity in his voice. + The tall Klingon silently depressed a key to comply with the Captain's +orders. It was less than a second when his low, baritone voice replied +tersely, "Open." + "Unknown starship, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard commanding the Fe- +deration starship Enterprise. Our intentions are of a peaceful nature. +Please, respond." Picard just stood there for a few moments, waiting for +a response. When none came, he tried to contact them a second time, again +resulting in silence. + "Data, any life form readings?" + Data looked at his console quickly, then replied to the Captain. "Our +sensors do detect humanoid life form readings from the ship, sir. The ship +appears to be equipped with some sort of fusion drive, which is supplying +only enough power to maintain normal life support conditions and a few other +sub-systems. The ship's design is similar to that of Earth vessels used in +the 21st Century where..." + "Thank you, Mr. Data," said Picard, realizing that Data was about to +go off on another tangent other than the question he had asked. He turned +around to face Troi, who was already concentrating on the ship. "Counselor, +what do you sense over there?" + Troi stared intently at the viewscreen, a look of puzzlement appearing +across her face. "I sense...despair, fear, and...death. Sir, these people +want to die...they embrace it openly...no hope..." Deanna Troi looked as +if she was going to faint. Picard quickly reached over and held her in +place. Troi looked up at him and smiled. "Its okay, sir. I'm fine, now. +Their emotions were so overwhelming..." Troi shook her head. + "Why do they feel this way?" Commander Riker asked, turning in his +chair to face the Counselor. + They know that they are going to die, and they feel that nothing +can change that. I just don't know what..." Troi looked back at the +ship. + Picard followed the Counselor's gaze, returning to face the view- +screen. Beside him, Riker appeared, getting up from his seat to also +stare at the ship. It has a hypnotic quality about it, Riker thought. + Everybody on the bridge just stood there, looking at the object that +was transfixed on the viewscreen. Seconds passed. + "Ensign Crusher," Picard said, quickly cutting through the silence +that was beginning to spread throughout the bridge. "Bring us within +transporter range of the vessel." The young lad simply replied, "Aye", +as Picard turned to face his First Officer. "Number One, I do believe +this incident warrants an investigation." + "Agreed. Permission to assemble an away team?" + "Granted." Picard began to walk over to his seat. + Commander Riker nodded, then started to select his away team members. +"Worf, Data, come with me. Doctor Crusher, your presence is requested for +away team duty." + From out of nowhere came a voice, a voice that was distinctly familiar +to all the bridge crew. "Understood." + The doors to the turbolift closed slowly, concealing the members of +the away team as they were being wisked away to the transporter room. Pi- +card returned to looking at the viewscreen, staring inquisitively at the +vessel as the Enterprise continued to close the gap that was between them. + "Picard to transporter room." + "Transporter room, O'Brien here." Good, our best transporter opera- +tor, Picard thought. + "Prepare to transport the away team over to the ship. And O'Brien?" + "Sir?" + "Beam them out of there at the first sign of trouble." + "Acknowledged." The communication channel closed. + Picard sat back in his chair, his eyes trying to pry loose whatever +secrets the ship was hiding. Why did he get the feeling that Riker and +his away team were walking into a death trap? + + + Five glimmers of light appeared in a darkened corridor, shedding light +to an otherwise dead ship. As the light grew in intensity, five figures +began to form, slowly evolving as Riker, Data, Worf, Dr. Crusher and her +assistant, Ensign Ripley, began to look around. The corridor was barely +lighted, but lighted enough so that the away team could make out the cor- +ridor's many twists and turns. Riker surveyed the area slowly, taking in +everything he could see, and boy, was it a mess. Metal grating was seen +dangling from various points along the corridor wall, as were pipes and +a variety of other objects. Poor maintenance? Riker quickly threw that +idea out of his head as he ventured forward to survey the rest of the cor- +ridor. + Worf moved ever so slowly, looking intently for any hidden weapons or +surprises that may endanger the away team. Indeed, it looked as if a +battle had waged itself throughout this whole corridor, Worf thought. He +wondered if the rest of the ship was like this, when something caught his +eye. "Commander." + Riker turned from his current position, and walked over to where Lieu- +tenant Worf stood. "What is it, Lieutenant?" + "Take a look at this." Riker knelt down to examine the hole that Worf +was pointing his flashlight through. Besides this hole, there were other +holes, directly below the one he was looking at. Each of these holes seemed +to go through many levels of the ship, Riker thought. He then looked up, and +saw more holes directly above his position. What did this? + "Commander." Beverly was studying her tricorder rather seriously, +as if hoping the thing would give her more information. "Life signs, +in that direction." She pointed opposite of where Lt. Commander Data +stood. Data was looking at what appeared to be some sticky substance +that was on the floor. + "Alright, let's go," said Riker, who was gesturing everyone to walk +towards his direction. "Doctor, you lead the way." + Beverly nodded, as she and the rest of the team adventured forward. +In what seemed an eternity, they traversed endless corridors until they +reached a door which the Doctor's tricorder did indicate was in the +direction of the life signs. As they were going to open the door, +Riker's combadge chirped. + "Riker here," he said, motioning everybody to stop what they were +doing. + "You had us worried, Number One," Picard said. "We were expecting you +to contact us quickly, but I guess this expedition is turning out to be a +real puzzle." Picard's tone of voice was filled with concern. + "You're right about that, sir," Riker replied, slowly surveying the +area around him. "The ship is a real mess, akin to Mr. Worf's descrip- +tion, as if a battle was waged throughout it's interior." Riker looked +at Worf, who was now examining the door. "We are just about to check +out the life signs on the ship." + "Do you require any assistance?" Picard said, who sounded relieved +that nothing had happened to the away team. + "Not yet, sir, but I'll let you know." + "Be careful, Number One. Keep me posted. Picard out." + Riker centered his attention on the door. Data was hovering over +some panel to the side of the door, examining it with his tricorder. + "Will it open the door?" Riker asked Data, who folded up his tri- +corder and turned to face the First Officer. + "It should, sir. I could detect nothing wrong with its circuitry as +I scanned it with my tricorder." Data again looked at the panel. + "Proceed then, Data." Riker stepped back from the door, motioning +Dr. Crusher and Ensign Ripley behind him, while Worf took out his phaser, +and stood just a few feet from the left side of the door. Data depressed +something on the panel. The doors slid open. + What appeared before them was something of a shock. Beyond the door +was another corridor, but one that was very different than the ones they +were traversing before. Along either side of the corridor was a material +that Riker couldn't make out; it looked organic in nature, and standing +from the door and looking ahead, it seemed as if the corridor was alive. +The material seemed to glisten as Worf's flashlight shone itself alongside +the walls of the corridor. + "The life signs are indicated in that direction?" said Ensign Ripley, +a hint of fear in her voice as she pointed her finger in the direction of +the corridor. + "Uh-huh," Beverly said. "That's what the tricorder indicates." + "Okay, everybody, let's go in," Riker said, his stern voice of com- +mand seemingly bringing everybody out of a trance. "I'll take the lead, +followed by Data, the Doctor and the Ensign. Worf, you take the rear." +Riker took out his phaser, and stepped forward into the corridor. + They moved slowly, taking in everything as they walked closer and +closer to the life signs mentioned by the Doctor's tricorder. The corridor +seemed to expand wider as they continued their journey through the ship. +Riker began to wonder whether this was all a dream, when Data got his atten- +tion. Riker stopped moving forward, and turned to face Data, who was +fingering some substance he took from the walls. "What is it, Data?" + "Sir, this is the same substance I found on the floor when we first +arrived on the ship." Data continued to examine the substance, which +looked like a collection of transparent fibers. It was similar to what +Data had seen earlier on the ship. + "A connection?" Riker asked. + "Possibly. But the connection eludes me." Data dropped the sub- +stance to the floor. + Before they could even move, a sound erupted from somewhere ahead. +It sounded unearthly, similar to the shriek of a wounded animal, but as +to what the animal was, that was uncertain. It echoed throughout the +corridor for what was an eternity, then faded into nothingness. A shiver +ran down Riker's spine, as he thought of beaming back to the ship. Star- +fleet training quickly took over, however, and Riker was soon motioning +the rest of the group forward. + The corridor deposited them into a large chamber that was just a +bit wider than the Enterprise's main bridge. The ceiling, however, was +much higher than Federation starship designers would ever allow. Perhaps +the most shocking thing in the chamber were the bodies found decorating +the walls. Some were decaying bodies, with large gaps found in their +chest region. Others appeared to be alive, but in some sort of comatose +state. They appeared to be encased in that same organic substance that +decorated the corridor they had just traveled through. Those same fibers +that Data had picked up before seemed to intertwine with their bodies. +Riker began to wonder what could have caused those gaps. + "Please, help me." It was a soft voice, behind where Dr. Crusher +stood. Immediately, she turned around. + "God in heaven," she said, as she ran toward the wall where a little +boy was hanging from, the transparent fibers seemingly holding him in place. +Data got to the boy before the Doctor did, and began to tear away the organic +substance that covered most of his body. Riker and Worf ran over to assist +Data in his endeavor. As Dr. Crusher ran a diagnostic wand over the boy's +body, he passed out. + "How is he, Doctor?" Riker asked. + "From the looks of things, the boy hasn't had anything to eat in +weeks. He'll be fine, but I'll have to get him back to the Enterprise. +I just don't...WHAT is THAT!?" + Riker turned around. The object that caught the good Doctor's atten- +tion was oval-shaped, and looked just like an egg, except that it had a flat +base. + "Data," he said simply, motioning the android to where he was stand- +ing. "Come take a look at this." + Data moved over to the First Officer's position, and began to ana- +lyze it with his tricorder. + "Well?" Riker was just as curious as the Lt. Commander in de- +termining what the object before them was. "What do you make of it?" + Before Data could even reply, the egg opened up slowly, hiding +something that appeared to be moving around in its interior. Data moved +his head slightly forward to see what is was. + "Careful, Data," Riker cautioned, "we don't know it..." + Something jumped. + It was lightening fast, whatever it was, and all Riker could see +was a blur. He was going to shove Data aside...when he saw that Data +had grabbed the thing in midair before it hit the android in the face. +Great reflexes, Riker thought. + The creature appeared to resemble a spider, which still wasn't an +accurate description of the life form. It's legs were moving about +furiously, as if trying to grab hold of something other than Data's +hands. The tail of the creature was lashing about, trying to wrap +itself around anything for support. + "Most intriguing, Commander," Data said, his child-like curiousity +taking over the features of his face. "Notice the tubular projection +from the base of the creature. I believe it is trying to attach itself +to my face, for reasons I do not know. The creature is remarkable si- +milar..." + "Save it, Data," Riker cut in, in a tone of voice that found the +creature unappealing. He pointed over to a corner of the chamber. +"Throw it in that corner over there, and I'll stun it." + Data complied, throwing the creature in the corner that Riker men- +tioned. As it hit the ground, RIker fired his phaser and hit it dead +on. The creature remained still, and Riker thought about putting his +phaser away, when it started to move toward them. He tried again, hit- +ting the creature. The creature seemed to shrug it off as it continued +to advance toward the group with increased speed. It was ready to jump +when, from another direction, a beam of light hit the creature. It slowly +faded away into nothingness. + Riker turned in the direction of the shot. Worf was standing there, +next to Ensign Ripley, and was looking at where the creature once stood. He +then looked up at Commander Riker. + "I thought you could use a little help," he simply stated, as he put +away his phaser. + "Thanks." + "Over here." It was Ensign Ripley, motioning Dr. Crusher over to +join her. Ripley was already removing the organic material from some- +one who was still alive when Doctor Crusher arrived. + "It's alright. We're here to help you." Beverly smiled. + What he said next was something the good Doctor was not expecting to +hear. "Please, kill me." + Beverly looked into the eyes of the man, whose eyes did not betray +his true feelings, or the words he had just said. He really wanted to +die, Beverly thought. She wondered why when his body started to con- +vulse. He was in agony, thrashing wildly about, almost knocking Ripley +and Dr. Crusher over. Beverly was about to reach for her hypo, when +something happened. + His body arced upward as blood started to erupt outward from his +chest region. It seemed to fall apart, as if something was smashing up- +ward through his chest, and a large gaping hole began to form. + Worf shoved the Doctor and the Ensign out of the way as something +came forward through the hole. It shrieked loudly, the same shriek +that the away team had heard in the corridor, struggling to free itself +from the confines of its host. It looked like a worm, but when the Klingon +saw its hands and feet, he quickly dismissed it. The alien thrashed wildly +about, reveling in the blood that splashed all around it, when it sensed the +security officer. The alien flashed it's teeth at Worf, as if proud of what +it had just done. Worf could have sworn that it was smiling. + The alien hissed at him as Worf pulled out his phaser. His mind was +racing in a variety of directions, bringing him to memories he once remembered +as a child that told of a similar creature, a creature that ate the flesh of +living beings, a destroyer of worlds. It was...evil. + His eyes focused upon the alien in full detail. It looked as it it +were laughing. + "Die," he said, as the creature and its host vanished from sight. + Riker had seen all this as it had transpired around him, when he +realized the purpose of the chamber. He felt like hitting himself, +thinking that he should have figured out this whole mess a lot sooner. + "Worf, Data, everybody. Stand by for immediate transport." Riker hit +his combadge, which chirped in acknowledgement. "Enterprise, this is Com- +mander Riker. Six..." + Suddenly, all hell broke loose. + + + "Away team, come in!" Picard immediately bolted up from his chair, +eyes staring keenly on the ship that the Enterprise was investigating. +"Transporter room, beam them up, now!" + O'Brien's voice came through the bridge speakers, his voice filled +with worry. "Sir, I can't get a transporter lock on them. They're +moving!" + Picard's mind began to fill up with feelings of despair, feeling utter- +ly helpless as the situation on the ship out there was deterioating rapidly. +What the devil is going on, he thought. He turned to face Counselor Troi. + Troi obviously sensed what question the Captain was going to ask, +for she replied with the answer. "They are very afraid, sir, and in dan- +ger. As to what the danger is that they feel, I'm afraid I couldn't say." +Troi's eyes revealed the exact same feelings that Picard felt, and seemed +to reach into his soul, searching for that inner fire and strength that all +starship Captains carried with them, hoping to gain support from it, and +finding none there. Picard felt ashamed. + Turning around to face the viewscreen, Picard quickly did an about +face with his emotions; feelings of despair were replaced by shining +examples of hope, and Picard knew that he would get the away team safely +out of danger, and home. + + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + Does the away team stand a chance against the Aliens? Will Captain +Picard rescue his comrades in time? Is Wesley Crusher a dork, or the key +to this whole story? Or will I use the SPD to get them out to safety? + + HECK, WHO THE HELL KNOWS!! :^) +------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alleg.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alleg.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0586ad01 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alleg.rev @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +WARNING: This article contains spoilers for this week's TNG episode, +"Allegiance". Duck now, or forever hold your cookies. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +Well, I'm on time THIS week, anyway. + +I also thought the show quite good, though by no means perfect. It wins some +points on mystery alone. Comments ahead, after this synopsis by your local +station: + +The Enterprise has just finished dealing with a plague, and Picard's relaxing +in his quarters with some tea and a good book. Suddenly, he loses conscious- +ness, a strange light washes over him, and he vanishes. By the time Worf and a +team get to his quarters to check on the energy surge, the door opens and they +see...Picard, with a glass of tea and a good book. Hmm. + +Meanwhile, Picard awakens in a room that looks like half prison, half labora- +tory. Already present are Thall, a peaceful philosopher from Mizar, and a +Starfleet cadet of the Belean race (the same race as "Conspiracy"'s Capt. Rixx, +it would appear). Shortly thereafter, Enoch, a member of the savage and anar- +chic Chalnan people, appears. Picard takes charge of the group to see if they +can find a way out. + +On the Enterprise, "Picard" is behaving somewhat strangely. He orders the ship +away from its upcoming rendezvous with the Hood and towards a nearby pulsar, but +at only Warp 2 (31 hours travel time), giving no explanation to anyone. He +conducts sudden efficiency checks for no good reason. He pulls Counselor Troi +out of the crew's poker game (grin!) to ask her for advance warning if the crew +start losing confidence in him. Most interestingly, he invites Bev to dinner in +his cabin, and says he's interested in extending their relationship a bit +beyond friendship. He buys drinks for everyone in 10-Forward and leads them in +an old Academy drinking song. As Riker says, "this isn't the Captain I know." + +Things have gotten worse in the "cell". Distrust and suspicion have started to +surface, and everyone starts thinking that one of the others is running an +experiment on them from the inside. (This is accompanied by a couple of "rats- +in-the-maze"-type tests, which the group passes, but without escape.) Eventu- +ally, Picard figures out the truth, and finds that the so-called cadet is an +impostor. + +The impostor reveals itself to be a member of a race of telepaths who are all +exactly alike. As such, they have no concept of leadership and authority, and +wanted to test that, both by experimenting on those three they kidnapped, and by +testing the people who must deal with the doppelgangers. They return Picard to +the Enterprise, just as Riker has removed "Picard" from command for ordering the +ship too close to the pulsar. They briefly hold the aliens captive, then let +them go. + +Well, I managed to keep the synop short this time. I'm trying to keep them down +to under forty-five lines or so from now on, so don't expect quite so much +detail. Anyway, this show had good points and bad points, but mostly very +good. + +The overall concept of aliens kidnapping the crew for experiments has, as Mike +Shappe pointed out to me not long ago, been done TO DEATH in Star Trek: "The +Empath" and "The Cage" come to mind immediately, and there are certainly others. +That much disappointed me. + +However, the execution was carried out very well. Picard's ingenuity in +ferreting out the impostor was nicely done (he noticed "her" reference to the +events on Mintaka III, and, realizing that a real cadet probably wouldn't know +that, tested her by referring to the recent plague, which Starfleet had classi- +fied as secret.), and much of the suspicion in the cell seemed justified. + +I also give the writers credit for keeping us (well, me, anyway) guessing for as +long as they did. It wasn't clear until the end whether the intent was benign, +hostile or neutral; whether the testers were testing the Enterprise crew with +the impostor, Picard and the other captives, or both; or, indeed, whether there +was an impostor at all. Most impressive. + +The crew's reactions to the fake Picard were very believable. Riker summed it +up very nicely when he talked to most of the regulars (I recall seeing Bev, +Troi, Geordi, Data, and Worf there). He said essentially this: "We're cur- +rently on a mission with no purpose. This in and of itself is not cause for +alarm, because the captain says it's important and we trust the captain. He +is running sudden efficiency checks, for the first time in my tour of duty. +Again, though, he says it's important, and we trust our captain. HOWEVER..." +and he goes on to mention other things that were out of the ordinary, such as +the impromptu song in 10-Forward. (Pat Stewart's singing voice, by the way, +is...well...interesting. I don't know if I like it or not, but it's interes- +ting.) The crew, and especially Riker, waited almost exactly the right length +of time believable before getting really suspicious. + +The scene between Picard and Beverly in Picard's quarters was priceless. Anyone +who's been working on a Picard-Crusher story now has some good springboard ma- +terial. Some may argue that "well, this wasn't the REAL Picard, so we can't +trust anything he said", but since the double was working from Picard's memo- +ries, it's at least plausible to say that he may be harboring some desires in +his breast for the fair Beverly. Of course, they're not hidden any more, and +Beverly's manner on the bridge at the close of the episode must be seen to be +believed. Lotsa fun. + +I enjoyed seeing, for once, a fair number of other races. Besides the new +alien of the week who were conducting the experiment, we finally found out the +name of the Belean race, and met both the Mizarians and the Chalnans, who I +wouldn't mind seeing again (though the Mizarians were a little too Benzite- +like to suit me). Nice to get a little diversity. Maybe eventually we'll get +a Horta. Nah. Doubt it. + +Finally, for all those who were sick of the alien experimenters getting off +scot-free, it will be very fun to see Picard, with naught but a look, manage to +get the two experimenters on his ship taken captive. Just a look to Riker, who +silently presses a comm panel, which Worf sees and works with, and Picard's +later statement of "now, Mr. Worf", and poof! up goes a force field. Now THAT's +a well-oiled crew. + +The references to the pulsar were a mixed blessing to my astronomer's mind. +They were on target in referring to the dangerous radiation and magnetic fields +close to the star, but they showed it as an optical pulsar, which most are not, +and gave it a mass far too high according to ANY currently viable model (4.5 +solar masses or so). (Trust me--I just had a course in the little buggers last +semester.) + +At any rate, this was fun, though not perfect. I preferred "Sins of the +Father". On to the ratings: + +Plot: 7.5. Way too overdone in past programs, but a bit back for Picard's + deduction of the impostor's identity. +Plot Handling: 9. Nice work. +Characterization: 10. Them poker games just do wonders. :-) +Technical: 7. The neutron star gaffes brought it down. + +TOTAL: 33.5/4===> 8.4. Nice work. + +NEXT WEEK: + +The Captain's pleasure planet is spoiled by...a Ferengi in a Hawaiian shirt? + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy Major) +BITNET: H52Y@CRNLVAX5 +INTERNET: H52Y@VAX5.CIT.CORNELL.EDU +UUCP: ...!rochester!cornell!vax5.cit.cornell.edu!h52y +"The replica was convincing?" +"Very convincing...but not perfect." +"Not perfect in what way?" +"Well, sir--I find it hard to believe that you're that good a singer." +"Singer? <> I look forward to reading your report, Commander. At +least, I think I do." diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alliance b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alliance new file mode 100644 index 00000000..56e16b3d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alliance @@ -0,0 +1,2155 @@ + + Hello, everybody! This is the repost of the entire story of STAR TREK: +Alliances. I'm posting the whole thing again because this is my last week of +classes, and I'll be gone until the fall. So, if you've missed any parts, get +'em now while they're still here! + +Marc Mckenzie +St. Peter's College. + +============================================================================= +Hello! + This is my first posting to alt.startrek.creative, and it might as well be a +story. I've been impressed with the Star Trek stories that I've read so far, +so keep up the good work! + The story that I'm writing is going to be a little different. It will +concentrate on another starship besides the Enterprise. Now before everyone +screams, "WHAT THE HELL IS HE THINKING?!", bear with me a moment. I'm doing +this to see if 1)it can be done, 2)there will be appearances from the Next +Generation crew, and 3)what the heck? I've got nothing to lose! + So, without much further ado, here's..... + + + STAR TREK: Alliances. + by M. Mckenzie + +A Next Generation side story, based on characters and situations from +Star Trek: The Next Generation. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 44439.12. + The USS Lincoln has just completed its survey of the newly discovered +Daleron system. The mission was a great success, and we are now en route to +Starbase 110 for shore leave. First, however, we have a brief stopover with +the USS Kaplan at Outpost Zeta near the Romulan Neutral Zone. + + Captain Patrick Staams clicked off the recorder and settled back into the +command chair, letting his eyes roam the bridge of the Lincoln, one of the +Excelsior-class starships that still bore the brunt of Federation exploration. + Three years as captain of this ship, he mused, and I'm still in awe. Not +that he was upset or burned out, but being one of the youngest captains in +Starfleet was bound to raise a few eyebrows, and start the inevitable +comparisons with...James Tiberius Kirk. + Staams chuckled. He was thirty-three, and had been booted up to the rank +of Captain after taking over command of his last posting, the USS Jasta. He +remembered that too well: a sudden attack by the Cardassians had wrecked the +ship, and Captain V'sai had been killed. Yet the Cardassian ambush was +thwarted when Commander Patrick Staams, a year out of his twenties, had taken +command and had used the Picard maneuver to destroy the enemy. The battle had +given him fame, honors...and command of this Excelsior-class battleship. + "Captain?" + Staams cut his musings short and turned to face his second-in-command, +Commander Arthur McCallum, who was seated next to him. "Yes, Number One, +what is it?" + "You seemed lost there for a minute. What's wrong?" + "Nothing! Just a brief daydream. But is that logical, Art?" + McCallum cocked an eyebrow, then cracked a smile. One of the few humans +to ever attend the Vulcan Science Academy, he was often more composed that the +average human. + A gruff voice spoke. "Captain, we are twenty minutes from rendevous with +the Kaplan." + "Thank you, Mr. Mressle," Staams answered, acknowledging his Catian +helmsman. The alien resembled a powerful bipedial cat, yet he was gentle +around others. Staams turned back to McCallum. "Number One, what's the story +with Outpost Zeta?" + "Well, it's one of our primary outposts near the Neutral Zone. It's well +fortified, but it hasn't seen any action since construction on it was finished +in..."--he consulted the small screen on the arm of his chair--"...Stardate +43020.9." + "A while ago. To tell you the truth, it's been pretty quiet around this +region." + "Captain?" + Staams faced Lt. Rilia, the Deltan communications officer. "Yes, Lt.?" + "Message from the Kaplan. They are going to be delayed for about an hour +because of a warp core malfunction. Captain Holzmann apologizes for the +problem." + Staams laughed. "Poor Craig. Always having trouble with that ship of +his...Mr. Mressle, take us out of warp. Lt. Peterson, set a course for Outpost +Zeta, full impulse power." + + The stars seemed to shiver briefly, then the Lincoln emerged from warp. +Her graceful shape still gleamed in the starlight, even though she was over +thirty years old. Slowly, she began to decelerate, then she proceeded in the +direction of Outpost Zeta. + The bridge was a hive of activity, as orders were relayed back and forth. +Captain Staams wasn't worried; his crew had proven their worth many times +over. True, the Lincoln wasn't the Enterprise, but then again, the Enterprise +was a legend onto herself. + "Arthur, you served on the Enterprise, right?" + "Yes. It was my posting before I came here." + "Why didn't you stay?" + "Well, it was because--" + "Captain Staams!! Vessel approaching!" + Staams stood up and looked at Science officer Allarza. The Andorian +continued: "It just emerged out of warp. I can't identify it as yet." + "On screen." + The Lincoln's main viewing screen snapped on. There was the usual splash +of stars, but moving through them was a-- + "Red Alert!" Staams yelled. "Shields up! Ready phasers; load torpedo +bays! Helm, prepare for evasive action!" + Coming straight toward them was a Romulan Warbird. + + "Comm, hail them. If they are mounting an attack--" + "Belay that order, Lt. Rilia!" + Staams looked at his First Officer. "Number One, have you gone mad? That +is a Romulan Warbird out there!" + McCallum ignored him; instead, he turned to Lt. Allarza and asked, "Lt., +status of the Romulan ship?" + Allarza scanned her instruments, her eyes suddenly going wide. "It's been +severely damaged, Commander. There are very few life signs, primary systems +are down. There are only a few auxiliary systems operating, and the warpdrive +is out." + McCallum turned to Staams. "Captain?" + Staams suddenly understood. "Stand down Red Alert. Go to Yellow Alert. +Lt. Rilia, hail them." + The Warbird was closer now, and the damage inflicted on it was clearly +evident. Much of the hull had been torn away, plus there were other signs of +severe battle damage. One warp nacelle was gone, leaving only a tatter of +metal. + "No response, sir." + Staams rubbed his jaw nervously. What the hell was the meaning of this? +He asked Lt. Allarza if any new readings were detected by the Lincoln's +sensors. "Nothing new sir, except...there are high levels of neutrinos +present." + Staams mind raced, trying to find an answer to the mystery. Finally, he +turned to McCallum. "Art, prepare a landing party. Bring whoever you need. +Lt. Rilia, contact Starfleet and Outpost Zeta. Inform them of our situation +and what of what I intend to do." + McCallum headed for the turbolift, giving orders along the way. "Dr. +Nandor, Commander Velasquez, meet me in transporter room 5." He turned and +said, "Mr. Mressle, I'll need you too. And you too, Lt. Allarza." + * * * * * * * * * + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. We have encountered a serious crisis while +en route to Outpost Zeta. A severely damaged Romulan Warbird has warped into +Federation space. Who inflicted the damage and why is unknown. An away team +led by my First Officer is now beaming aboard to find answers to these +questions. Until we get a response from Starfleet, I take full responsibility +for the actions taken by this vessel. + + Ten shapes materialized in the hallway outside the bridge of the Romulan +ship. + Commander McCallum took stock of the damage. "My God!" was all he could +say. Lt. Allarza began a sweep of the area with her tricorder, and Engineering +Chief Illeana Velazquez began probing at the damaged sections of the hull. + "Lifesigns are present on the bridge, but they're faint." Allarza said. + "All right. Mr. Mressle, give me a hand." Straining, McCallum and +Mressle managed to open the door of the birdge. The smell of burnt systems and +flesh emerged, causing some of the Away Team members to gag. McCallum stepped +through and looked around. The bridge was a shambles. Small fires burned here +and there, computer screens were smashed, and metal sheets hung from the +ceiling. Bodies were everywhere. + McCallum saw one near him. Instinctivly he knelt and felt the Romulan's +neck for a pulse. None. Taking his hand away, he saw that it was smeared with +blood. Shaken, he turned to the Away Team. "Commander Velazqeuz, take your +team down to engineering. See what you can do down there." + Velazquez snorted. "With this? We might as well scuttle the thing." +Turning, she headed away, followed by her team. + The rest of the team entered the bridge and began to investigate. The +smell of death was everywhere. Suddenly, Nandor said, "Commander?" + McCallum rushed over. Nandor was at the command chair; sitting in it +was a grey-haired Romulan. Half of the alien's face was a gruesome mask of +blood. "He's alive, but barely. The rest of the bridge crew is dead" Nandor +said. "I'll give him a few drops of Cordrazine Gamma." + "Be careful." + Nandor administered the drug. Slowly, the Romulan's breathing became +relaxed, and his eyelids began to flutter. His lips moved, as if he was trying +to speak. + McCallum leaned over to listen. As he did, a look of shock spread +accross his face. + "Commander?" Nandor asked. + The First Officer looked up at him. "Dr., see what you can do for any +survivors. I'm going to contact the ship. Wait--beam him over immediatly. Do +whatever you can for him." McCallum pointed to the Romulan Commander. + "I'll try, but I can't promise you--" + "Just do it!" + Suprised, Nandor hit his communicator. "Nandor to Lincoln. Three to beam +over. Send us directly to sickbay. Also, beam another medical team over +here." With a twinkling of light and sound, Nandor, his assistant, and the +Romulan dissapeared. + McCallum hit his communicator. "First Officer to Lincoln." + "Lincoln here. Art, what the hell is going on over there?" + "We found out who is responsible, Captain." + "Who?" + Choosing his words carefully, McCallum spoke: "The Borg, Captain." +=========================================================================== + +And that's all for now. Stay tuned for Part 2. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College + + + + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 5938 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: REPOST: STAR TREK: Alliances +Message-ID: <1993Jun2.112643.6141@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 2 Jun 93 11:26:43 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 173 + +Well, here's Part 2 of Star Trek: Alliances. This is a "side story" to TNG, +and takes place on a different starship. +Now, on with the story... + + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + by M. Mckenzie; based on characters and situations +from STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. + + + + Captain's log, Stardate 44439.13. + The recent crisis encountered by the USS Lincoln has increased +dramatically. I will attempt to give a brief description of the events. While +en route to Outpost Zeta to meet with another starship, the Lincoln encountered +a crippled Romulan Warbird battlecruiser. It had been damaged in a recent +battle, and had apparently warped into Federation space. Information gathered +by our away team indicates that the ship was attacked by the Borg. If this is +possible, then the Federation faces a critical situation. + Nearly all of the crew were killed. Luckily, the commander of the vessel + is alive and in Sickbay. A Priority One message has been sent to Starfleet +Command regarding this situation. As of now, we have the Warbird under tractor +beam and we are towing it to Outpost Zeta. My thoughts about this are thoughts +of...well, fear. The Federation barely survived the first Borg attack. We +have never fully recovered from the massacre at Wolf 359. The second encounter +with the Borg was the recent "Doomsday Machine" incident, and several ships, +including the USS Chekov, were seriously damaged. Only the courageous actions +of the USS Enterprise saved the Federation again... + But if the Romulans are defeated by the Borg, it could ring the +death-knell for the Federation. + I hope that the situation doesn't come to this. + + Captain Patrick Staams ended his log and sat back in his chair, trying to +make sense of what was happening. + The Borg. The cold, calculating cybernetic race that had suddenly +appeared, as if out of nowhere, and had wiped out some of the Federation's +best ships. One Borg ship had caused the slaughter of Wolf 359...and Patrick +Staams had been aboard the Jasta, which had arrived at the battle too late. +Several months ago, three Borg ships had appeared...and were destroyed not by +the Federation, but by the second so-called "Doomsday Machine". So far, the +Federation had barely squeaked by in victory. + Now this... + His communictor suddenly beeped. "This is the Captain," he said. + "Captain? Sickbay. Our guest is conscious now; maybe you can talk to +him." + "I'm on my way. By the way, were is Commander McCallum?" + "He's still aboard the Romulan ship, sir." + "All right. Have him beam over as soon as possible." Staams then +contacted Lt. Rilia, who was on the Lincoln's bridge. "Any word from +Starfleet?" + "None, Captain. They're still in conference, apparently." + "Shit", thought Staams as he stepped out of his room and headed for +Sickbay, "by the time those beaurocrats are done, the Borg will be knocking at +our door with the entire Romulan Star Empire behind them." + + The battered Romulan Warbird was held fast by the iredescent wonder of the +Lincoln's tractor beam. + While Captain Staams headed to Sickbay, First Officer Arthur McCallum +pushed away another damaged section of conduit and looked into the passageway +he had found. The place reeked of smoke and death. + "Nothing," he said to the security guard behind him. + "Impossible, Commander," the guard returned, "where are the rest of the +crew? A Warbird has a pretty large complement." + McCallum, a human graduate of the Vulcan Science Academy, thought for a +moment, then answered, "You're right. The crew members that are missing were +probably taken by the Borg to be assimilated." After a moment, he added, "it +would have been better if they had died." + The communicator pin McCallum wore beeped. "McCallum here." + "Commander? Engineering. We restored the impulse drive, but it's still a +bit twitchy. We've also brought some of the main systems back on-line. The +warp drive is still a mess, however." + "All right. Very good, Commander Velazqeuz; you've earned your pay. And +then some." + The lights suddenly came on in the corridor. Squinting, McCallum turned +to the guard and said, "Go check the bridge, and tell Lt. Mressle that he +should try and get some of the weapons on-line. Just for defensive purposes +only." + "Yessir," the guard replied, and left. + Alone, McCallum entered the ruined corridor he had found. Just our luck +that the artificial gravity wasn't screwed up, he thought. He reached a door. +Doing a quick translation of the Romulan characters on the surface, he found +that it led to the auxiliary bridge. + "Luck of the Irish," McCallum said, and pried open the door. + The auxiliary bridge was just as bad as the main bridge. The screens +were broken, panels were blackened by smoke and warped by heat, and the place +stank. There was no hope of accessing any information here. + But McCallum knew that the Lincoln, in fact the Federation, had to get as +much information as possible. If the Borg had indeed decided to invade Romulan +space, it was only a matter of time before-- + "Don't move!" + McCallum froze at the sound of the voice behind him. + "Turn around, Federation pig!" + Slowly, the Commander did as he was told. He found himself looking at a +rather attractive (and injured) female Romulan officer. She had her disrupter +aimed at his chest with her right hand and was clutching her her side with her +left. It was then that McCallum noticed the blood. + "If it's any consolation, I'm unarmed," he said, adding, "and I'm not the +Borg." + "Shut up!" the Romulan hissed. "Your ship--who are you?" + "I'm Commander Arthur McCallum, First Officer of the USS Lincoln, of the +United Federation of--" + "Enough! Contact your ship and order them to surrender!" + McCallum stood ther in shocked silence. Paranoia, he thought. Maybe +shock too. "Your captain is on my ship being helped. Please--put the +disrupter down and let us help you. Fighting isn't going to do any good, +especially if the Borg are around" Christ, he laughed to himself, I sound like +Captain Picard! But the thought was short-lived. + The Romulan laughed. "Are these lies or not? No matter. Prepare to +die." + McCallum suddenly ducked and launched himself at the Romulan's legs. +Caught off guard, she couldn't dodge. The two fell to the ground, and the +disrupter went spinning into a corner. The Romulan did not go easily, though. +She raked McCallum's face with her nails, and kicked him off. She sprang up to +get the disrupter, but them she doubled over in pain and fell to the ground. + McCallum, hand against the bloody furrows on his cheek, looked down at +her. "Satisfied?" + "I...I need help...please..." + Kneeling, McCallum ripped off the arm of his uniform and wadded it into a +patch. "Here," he said moving her arm out of the way, "hold it tight against +the wound. I'll tell them to beam us to sickbay. Don't move." He pressed his +communicator and was about to speak when the officer grabbed his arm. + "I...am Sub-commander V'Shyareth, First Officer of the Khareaznor." She +then passed out. + "Transporter room! Emergency! Two to beam over directly to Sickbay!" + With the characteristic twinkle and whine of the transporter, McCallum and +the Romulan disappeared. + + The three starships moved silently through space, giving off a look of +pride and intent. The lead ship was a Romulan Warbird, just three months +commisioned, and it was flanked by two smaller, yet older, ships of the +Graceful Flyer class. + On the bridge of the Warbird, Commander Jistred looked over his command. + He was proud of this new ship; the better to scare the Federation with! All +was well...except that there was a problem. + "Well?" he growled at his communications officer. "Any response from the +Freaga group?" + "None, sir. There has been no response. I did read a garbled +sub-transmission, but it's impossible to understand." + "Damn. Keep trying." + "Yes sir." + Of all the technological achievements that the Romulans had achieved, +thought Jistred, they could have given us a better subspace radio system. + Just then, there was a holler. "Unidentified ship emerging from warp!" + Jistred was on his feet instantly. "Federation or Klingon?" + "Unknown sir! It is onscreen." The main viewer flashed to life. + "By the great bird of prey..." + It hung in space, a giant cube composed of struts, rods, +filaments...everything that was typical of-- + "The Borg," Jistred said, fear creeping into his voice. "Here, in the +Empire's space." He barked out, "Sheilds! Ready all weapons and prepare for +evasive action!" He then turned to his communications officer and spoke the +words that were nearly the same ones spoken by Captain Jean-Luc Picard so many +months ago: "Tell Command on Romulus that we have engaged the Borg." +============================================================================ + +And that's all for now! Stay tuned for Part 3. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College + + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 5939 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: REPOST: STAR TREK: Alliances Part 3 +Message-ID: <1993Jun2.113207.6142@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 2 Jun 93 11:32:07 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 206 + +This is Part 3 of STAR TREK: ALLIANCES, written by M. Mckenzie, and based on +the characters and situations of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION. Please note +that this is a copyrighted work of fiction, so no part of it may be reproduced +without my consent. + +And now, without much further ado... + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + written by M. Mckenzie + (c) 1993. + + + All around Commander Jistred, the bridge had fallen silent. + "Well?" the Romulan demanded, "Battle stations!" + "Commander..." said his First Officer, "We are dealing with the Borg here. + The Federation did not have much luck with them; what makes you think that--" + "I didn't ask for your opinion," Jistred hissed, "I asked for this ship to +go to battle stations. Now carry out my order!" + As the bridge crew hastened to thier assigned posts, a message came in. +The communications officer put it on the screen; it was the commander of the +Deathwatch, one of the two Romulan Graceful Flyer-class ships. + "Jistred! Are you taking the Superior into combat?" + "There's no time for talk," Jistred shot back. "The Borg are in Romulan +space, or haven't you noticed that?" + "Yes, I have. It's suicide to attack!" + "Would you rather scurry back to the homeworld in shame?" + A scowl appeared on the face of the commander of the Deathwatch. "Very +well. We will fight." + The weapons officer gave a shout. "Commander, the Borg ship is slowing +down. It is approaching us." + "Good. Helm, take us to position 024, mark 35. Tell the escorts to +assume combat formation." + Like some dark demon of war, the Superior moved toward its new position. +The Borg ship was closer now, and Jistred could see more of its surface. How +the hell can that thing work? he thought. Yet he knew how deadly it was. The +Battle of Wolf 359 was well known in the Romulan hierarchy, as was the recent +"Doomsday Machine" encounter. + On the screen, Jistred watched the two Graceful Flyer ships cruise toward +the cube, then stop. They looked like flies compared to the massive size of +the Borg ship. + Suddenly, there was a hailing tone. "What the--who is it?" + The communications officer turned around, a look of pure shock on his +face. "It's from the Borg ship sir." + "Onscreen." + The view of the Borg cube and the two Graceful Flyers disappeared, +replaced by a scene that made Jistred take pause. + A single figure faced the screen. On both sides of it were rows of more +figures, stretching to the rear of a long, dark corridor which was light by an +unholy glare. The figure facing the screen was deathly pale, and clad in +either black leather or metal--Jistred could not tell. Covering the right side +of its head was...a prosthesis that resembled a squashed bug. From the +prosthesis a cyber-blue eye stared malevolently. Cables and tubes were all +over the figure, and its right arm was a bulky cylinder of wires and cables. +The rows beside the figure appeared the same, but were different in their own +way. + "By the Great Bird--" said the helmsman, but Jistred silenced him with a +wave of his hand. + Then the voice spoke. + To Jistred, it wasn't so much a voice as it were _voices_. There seemed +to be a multitude of voices speaking as one, with a flat, mechanical tone. + "We are the Borg. We have come with the sole purpose of assimilating your +civilization. You will disarm your weapons and escort us to your homeworld, +Romulus, where we will assimilate your culture and cilvilization. If you do +not, we will destroy you." + Jistred nearly laughed. The threat was not bombastic; it was so deadpan +that it seemed hilariious. Jistred faced the screen and demanded, "What is +your purpose? Is this an act of vengeance against the Federation?" + The Borg answered. "Vengeance is irrelevant. Our purpose is to +assimilate your civilization and then proceed to sector 001 and assimilate the +civilization of the planet Earth. You will escort us to your homeworld +immediatly." + "Are you threatening us?" Jistred replied. + "Threats are irrelevant. You are irrelevant." + Suddenly, a green beam shot from a the top corner of the Borg ship. It +struck the Deathwatch and sliced right through the hull of the scout. In a +soundless flash, the ship detonated in a fireball. + Jistred could only stare at the sight. He broke out of his topor, +yelling, "Full impulse power! Helm, take us to position Beta-23!" + The Superior swept toward the massive cube, just as the second Graceful +Flyer was hit by the green beam. A second later it was gone in a brilliant +flash of light. + "Fire phasers! Full photon torpedo spread!" + The Superior spat out a full spread of photon torpedoes, and sent out twin +phaser blasts. The Borg ship was hit, but appeared undamaged. + "No damage to Borg ship, sir," said the weapons officer. + Then the ship was shaken violently, as if grasped by a giant hand. "The +Borg have locked onto us with a tractor beam, Commander!" + "Fire at the source of the beam! Modulate phaser frequencies!" + Struggling against the tractor beam, the Superior fired its phaser banks. +A small explosion appeared on the surface of the Borg ship, and the Warbird +suddenly jerked free. + The Borg ship fired again. The Superior was hit, and the crew were tossed +around like peas in a large can. + "Commander! Shields are at sixty-four percent!" + Jistred knew when he had been beaten. "Helm! Take us out of here!" + Just as the helmsman began to execute the command, the Borg locked onto +the Superior with its tractor beam. Then, a thin beam from the cube hit the +Warbird, and began to cut into the hull. + "Commander! Shields have failed! The Borg are cutting into the hull!" + Jistred watched in mute horror as damage indicators began to light up all +over the bridge. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a decompression alert +light up. Then, something else appeared on the bridge, then another, and +another, and another. + "Borg!" screamed the First Officer. He drew his disrupter and fired again +and again at the first Borg. The Borg's chest exploded in a shower of sparks +and melted plastic and flesh, and it fell to the deck. The rest of the bridge +crew opened fire on the remaining Borg, but their blasts were deflected by +shields that had appeared around the Borg. + "They're adapting! Use a higher power!" Jistred yelled. He increased the +power just as a shape materialized in front of him. He found himself looking +into the unseeing horror of a Borg's face. Reflexifly, Jistred struck out with +his fist, but the Borg simply lifted its massive arm and sent Jistred sprawling +with one blow. Jistred hit the deck, and felt blood over his face. Through a +haze of pain, he saw that more Borg were appearing on the bridge, and were +making short work of the bridge crew. The last thing he saw was the Borg that +had hit him standing over him, as if in triumph. + Then he saw nothing at all, except the dark. + + At the same time that the Superior encountered the Borg ship, another +encounter was taking place light-years away aboard the USS Lincoln. + Captain Patrick Staams entered the sickbay of his vessel, nodding to the +two guards posted outside, and was taken aback by what he saw. All around him +on the biobeds were Romulans. Some were burned severely, others had limbs +missing, and a few of the biobeds had the sheets covering bodies. + Dr. Gene Nandor, the ship's medical officer, saw the Captain and spoke +something to one of his assisstants. Then he headed over to Staams. + "Captain," + "Dr. What's the situation?" + "Well, we have about fifty survivors. These are the most seriously +injured; the rest are in cargo bay 3. The have the least amount of injuries." + Staams could not believe what he heard. "Fifty survivors? The regular +complement of a Warbird is normally--" + "400 crew, 300 troops is a best estimate Starfleet has." + "Good Lord. Where is the Commander?" + "Here," Nandor said, and led Staams to a biobed were a Romulan was covered +by a sterile sheet. "We were lucky he was still alive. Third degree burns, +internal hemmoraging, a concussion--we were lucky indeed." + Staams studied the Romulan. He was middle aged, but his face was not +lined. His hair was grey. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered, and Staams found +himself looking into the Romulan's dark eyes. + "F...Federation?" the Romulan said weakly. + "Yes. You are on board the USS Lincoln. I'm Captain Patrick Staams. You +are--" + "Commander Mastech, of the Khareaznor. Captain...thank you. Where is my +ship?" + "It is in tow. Captain, you took a major chance doing what you did." + "I had no choice...we were all but destroyed...I had the helm lay in a +course beyond the Neutral Zone...and we put all of our power into our warp +drive in order to escape those soulless bastards..." + "The Borg?" + "Yes...they destroyed two ships...we could have been the third...ohhhh..." +Maistech's head lolled to one side. + "Damn! Captain, I have to treat him right now," said Nandor. "I'm +sorry." + "Don't be. Just make sure that-" Staams was cut off by the whine of the +transporter. In a fanfare of light, Commander (and First Officer) Arthur +McCallum appeared, holding in his arms a Romulan woman. "Hurry, she's been +injured," he said, laying her on a biobed. He stepped back while Dr. Nandor's +assisstants began to treat the Romulan. McCallum then turned to Staams and +said, "Reporting, sir." + Staams looked at the blood on McCallum's uniform and the torn sleeve of +the right arm. "Who is that?" + McCallum gave the wounded Romulan a quick glance. "She's the First +Officer, Sub-commander V'Shyareth. She was badly wounded, and suffering from +shock." + "Your face. Are those scratches-" + "Yes, from her going into shock and delusions. What about the Commander?" + "He spoke for a short time, then he lapsed into unconsciousness. But from +what he told me, there were three Warbirds that encountered the Borg ship. His +was the only one to escape." + "Barely." + After McCallum's face was treated, and he was given a fresh uniform, both +he and Staams left Sickbay and headed to the turbolift to go to the bridge. + "Has Starfleet given any word on what to do?" + "No, not yet. I can only guess what the hell is going on. I'm sure some +of the members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff are pleased as punch that the Borg +are going to lay it into the Romulans. And the other half are probably scared +that if the Romulans fall to the Borg, the Federation is next." + Just then Staams communicator beeped. "Bridge to Captain. Message from +Starfleet Headquarters." + Staams and McCallum exchanged looks. Staams hit his communicator and +said, "Tell all section chiefs to meet me in the Ready Room immediatly. +Prepare to transfer the message to there at my command." + "Aye, sir." + "Come on," Staams told McCallum, breaking into a quick jog, "this is bound +to be interesting." +============================================================================= + +And that's all for now. Stay tuned for Part 4. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!!" + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 5889 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: [Fanfic] STAR TREK: Alliances Part 4. +Message-ID: <1993May27.151800.6100@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 27 May 93 15:18:00 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 282 + +Well, here it is...STAR TREK: Alliances, Part 4. There have been some changes +made, mostly to correct my errors (such as writing about the Romulans when I +know very little about them!), but the story should be fine tuned now. +Thanks for the comments and pointers; it's been an enjoyment to read them. + +Now, on with the story.... + + + + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + written by M. Mckenzie; based on characters and +situations from STAR TREK: The Next Generation. Copyright (c) 1993 Marc +Mckenzie. No part of this work may be reproduced without permission. + + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. + We are preparing to recieve a priority message from Starfleet headquarters +regarding the crisis at hand: the invasion of Romulan space by the Borg. As of +now, the Lincoln is under full impulse power to Outpost Zeta near the Neutral +Zone, towing the damaged Warbird Khareaznor. The chief officers, the Commander +and Sub-Commander, are both alive and in sickbay, but have been wounded. They +haven't told us much--which makes the situation all the more frustrating... + + The Conference Room of the USS Lincoln had a subdued atmosphere as the +main officers of the starship filed in and took their places at the table. + Captain Patrick Staams sat at the head of the table and ran a hand through +his dark hair. His First Officer, Commander Arthur McCallum, noticed this as a +sure sign that deep down, the Captain was nervous. Still, who wouldn't be, +especially with the Borg? At any rate, McCallum reasoned, Staams was keeping +his composure steady. + The table was now filled. Sitting to Staam's right was McCallum, then +Science Officer Allarza, Chief Medical Officer Nandor, Chief Engineer +Velazquez, and Bridge Specialists Mressle and Peterson. Staams said, "Lt. +Rilia, send the message through." + From the bridge, Lt. Rilia keyed in a sequence. In the Conference Room, +the main screen flickered to life. The Starfleet seal appeared, then was +replaced by the image of Admiral Ryoichi Tasaki and Captain Jean-Luc Picard. + "Greetings, Captain Staams. How are things?" Tasaki asked. + "The pleasure is all mine, Admiral. Hello, Captain Picard. I believe +that this is the second time we've met, at least since the Khitomer 7 +Conference." + "Yes. I see a familiar face in the crowd. Mr. McCallum, or should I say +Commander?" + "Any one is fine, sir," McCallum answered. "I couldn't stay on the +Enterprise; it would have given Commander Riker competion." + Picard smiled, but he put on a serious face quickly. "We recieved your +communication. I believe the Admiral asked what the situation was at this +time." + "We have the Romulan Warbird in tow, and are proceeding to Outpost Zeta." + "Very good," said Tasaki, "because you will begin Stage Two of a mission +that was decided on rather quickly." + "Begging your pardon sir," asked Peterson, "_what_ mission?" + On the screen, Picard glanced at Admiral Tasaki, then spoke. "The +Enterprise is undergoing refit at Earth Station McKinley. We couldn't possibly +reach the Neutral Zone in time for assistance. The Lincoln is the only +starship in the vinicity, since the USS Kaplan is having difficulties. + "Only a short time ago, we recieved a message from Romulous--Priority One. + They've lost contact with a second patrol group. The Warbird you have in tow +is from the first patrol group that disappeared." + "Could the Borg be responsible for the second group'e disappearance?" +asked McCallum. + "The chances are in favor of that by a wide margin," said Tasaki, "and we +have decided to give the Romulans a hand." + Around the table, looks were exchanged. Staams faced the screen and +asked, "Admiral, do you want us to _go_ into Romulan space? To cross the +Neutral Zone?" + "Yes." + "But such an event--" + "--Is a once-in-a-lifetime chance," Picard added. "Think of it, Captain. +A chance at possibly ending this tension between the Federation and the +Romulans which has existed for over two hundred years. A common enemy has made +us, pardon the old Earth phrase, 'strange bedfellows'." + "But the Borg are close to invincible!" Lt. Mressle growled. His fur +stood on end and his eyes narrowed to thin slits as he added, "This could be a +suicide mission." + "We've weighed all the options, Lt. Mressle," Picard returned, "but we +would rather face the Romulans than a Romulan Empire that has been assimilated +by the Borg." + "Your mission, Captain," Tasaki said, "is this. At Outpost Zeta, you will +rendevous with the Romulan Warbird Artez. If the Kaplan does not show by it's +assigned time, the Lincoln will follow the Artez into Romulan space. There, +you will use whatever means neccessary to neutralize the Borg threat. The +Romulans assure us that you will be granted full assistance." + "What do they mean by 'full assistance', Admiral?" asked Staams. + "They haven't stated exactly what they mean. But understand this: So far, +only the Federation has encountered the Borg. Of course the Romulans have +pobably intercepted most of our data, but they still do not have the whole +story. We've learned a lot since Wolf 359 and recent encounter with the three +Borg ships and the second planet killer." + "Captain Picard," McCallum asked, "I know that this will bring up some bad +memories, but can you give us any information that you gained while you were +under control of the Borg as 'Locutus'?" + Picard remained silent for a moment, then spoke, steadily but firmly. +"Information?...well, the Borg are just more than cold and mechanical. They +have absolutly no concept of freedom, love, or independence. I...it was as if +I were raped. Not phsyically, but mentally and spiritually. The Borg do not +care who or what is destroyed, as long as they achieve their technological +perfection." + Silence ruled in the Conference Room for a few moments, only to broken by +Admiral Tasaki's voice. "Remember, Patrick...this is one of the most important +missions ever undertaken by the Federation. If you succeed, a new age of +understanding could be ushered in between the Federation and the Romulans. May +I dare compare it to the 'detente' and 'glasnost' eras of the 20th Century." + "And if we fail?" Staams asked. + "Then," Captain Picard answered, "what's left of the Federation will go +out in a blaze of glory at the Neutral Zone." + "Better to go out fighting than letting the Borg get their hands on us," +said Admiral Tasaki. "All right, then, you know what to do. And +Captain...good luck." + "Godspeed," Picard said, and the screen flickered off. + Looking at his assembled officers, Staams felt a great weight fall on his +shoulders. Suddenly, the entire galaxy was at stake...and here was Patrick +Staams coming up to bat against the meanest pitcher ever to throw the ball. + "Well, people, we've got five hours till Outpost Zeta. Until then, I want +each of you to review all the data we have on the Borg, and on the Romulans as +well. And, I also want each of you...to say a prayer. Dissmissed." + Silently, the room began to empty. McCallum walked up to Staams and +asked, "A prayer, Captain?" + "Art, the only thing I have faith in right now is in the Big Guy +upstairs." + + Captain's Log, Stardate 44440.34. + About an hour from now, the Lincoln will be undertaking the most dangerous +mission ever attempted by any Federation starship. We will be docking at +Outpost Zeta in thirty minutes, and there we will meet the Artez, the Romulan +Warbird that will accompany us across the Neutral Zone and toward the Borg. + Over the last four-and-a-half hours I've gotten to know Commander Mastech +and Sub-Commander V'Shyareth of the Khareaznor. Perhaps I should note that +First Officer McCallum has had the most contact with her. The crew is facing +up to the taks with courage, but the underlying mood is that we might not +return from this mission. I can only hope that we will survive, but for now, +my mind is set for the meeting at Oupost Zeta... + + Stares were directed at Commander Arthur McCallum as he walked down the +corridor. + Of course, McCallum knew what they were about. In step beside him was +Sub-Commander V'Shyareth, whose injuries were almost fully healed. The ship's +replicators had managed to create fresh versions of the quilted, +broad-shouldered Romulan uniforms for the survivors of the Khareaznor. The +two reached a door, which opened into McCallum's quarters. + V'Shyareth looked around. "Impressive," she said. "But in the Federation +sense." + McCallum cocked an eyebrow. "Well, it just reflects my personality, I +suppose." + The Romulan Sub-Commander walked over to a group of pictures that adorned +one of the walls. "What are these?" she asked. + McCallum walked over and stood beside her. "These are old pictures from +Earth, late twentieth century. They're called "comic books", collected by an +ancestor of mine. It's amazing that they are still preserved. They were +sealed in these cases around the twenty-first century." + V'Shyareth read the titles out loud. "Spider-Man 2099...Superman...Crying +Freeman...interesting." + "Well, the 'Spider-Man' title deals with the future. Of course, things +never turned out the way it was portrayed in these books." + V'Shyareth turned to him. "You studied at the Vulcan Science Academy, +correct?" + "Are you gathering information on us? + She gave him a puzzled look and answered, "No." + "Well, yes. I studied there." + She smiled and sat down in a chair. "No wonder you seemed so composed +even when I had my disruptor pointed at you." + McCallum gave a grin and walked over to the food replicator. He spoke +something, stepped back, then reached in and removed the two glasses which had +appeared. He brought one over to V'Shyareth and gave it to her. + A look of surprise appeared on her face. "Romulan ale?" + "I tampered with the food replicators a bit." + Taking a sip, V'Shyareth said, "It's very good. But Commander...why did +you feel that I was seeking information?" + McCallum sipped his ale and looked out the window at the stars. The ship +was still under impulse, thirty minutes from Outpost Zeta. He turned to her +and said, "Call it a Cold War mentality." + "A 'Cold War mentality'?" + "Back in the twentieth century, there was a time of tension between the +two dominant superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union. It was +reffered to as the 'Cold War'. When it ended in the year 1989 A.D., it took +some time before all the people of both nations could completely trust each +other. Something like this is still going on between the Federation and the +Klingons." + "You know your history." + "I was at the top of my history class at the Academy." + V'Shyareth put down her glass and stood up, facing McCallum. "Then I +suppose you've encountered the Borg before." + McCallum finished the rest of his ale and turned to her. "Yes. I was a +lieutenant on the Enterprise when Captain Picard was turned into Locutus. I +was there when we passed by the wreakage of the ships at Wolf 359. And I was +there when the ship was destroyed over the Earth. I transferred to the Lincoln +shortly after that, when Captain Staams took command. I...lost several good +friends in that battle. One of them, Ben Sisko, nearly lost his whole family. + His wife died at Wolf 359." + "I'm sorry to hear that." + "The situation can't be helped. It already happened. I recently met +Ben--he's a Commander by the way--at the Deep Space Nine space station. That's +his new command. He's a few years older than me, but he helped me through some +tough times at the Academy. I missed the second borg invasion. Hey--I've told +you a lot. What about you?" + The Romulan's eyes grew wide, then she gave a small smile. It McCallum +feel good; at least she was trying to open up after the destruction she had +been through. Still, the smile looked hungry, dangerous. + "I've been stationed aboard the Khareaznor for seven of your Earth years. + I enjoy working under Commander Mastech. He's an amazing man. I don't think +there are many like him in either our navy or yours." + "He seems like it." + + Commander Mastech, although still confined to his biobed, managed to eat +the food that Staams had brought for him. When he was finished, he looked up +and said, "A very satisfying meal, Captain, although eating it was chore." + Staams smiled. "I suppose chicken alfredo was never a popular Romulan +delicacy, Commander. But, it's my favorite meal." + "Oh, yes, the Captain's discretion. By the way, where is my +Sub-Commander?" + "She's with my First Officer, who's giving her a tour of the ship. She's +a very remarkable woman, I must add." + "Ah, V'Shyareth. Truly an original, as you humans are fond of saying. +She literally had to fight for her rank though." + "Why?" + "Her father is an assistant to the Preator. When she joined my crew, she +worked four times as hard just to prove that she wasn't a political brat. +There were more than a few fights, but she came out on top." + "No wonder she seems so tough." + "Indeed. But she is rather impuslive. By the way, Captain, I hear +that the ship that will be escorting us will be the Artez?" + "Yes, it is. Do you know the Commander?" + "I do. He is Commander Desharn. A very unpredictable Commander." + "In what way?" + Mastech drew himself up, and sighed. "He's completely distrustful of +everyone and anyone besides himself. He's had several problems with Fleet +Command, but he still has his ship." + "It seems as if he might be a problem." + Mastech turned toward Staams. The look on his face was one of utter +seriousness. "Captain, if I may say this freely: The Borg might not be as much +of a threat to you as Commander Desharn." + + Across the Neutral Zone and light-years away, Commander Jistred opened +his eyes and found himself looking at a view from hell. + It was an area of tunnels, walls, portals...but it was all machinery, +designed as if with an organic pupose, and it had a malevolant look to it. And +in most of the spaces lining the wall were- + -Borg! Jistred realized with a growing sense of horror. There were Borg +in several spaces along the walls, standing perfectly still, faces +expressionless. Jistred found himself on the hard metallic grill-like floor. +He picked himself up and turned as he heard the sound of footsteps. + Approaching him were two Borg. Before he could move, the two siezed him, +and dragged him toward the edge of a platform. + The platform held a view that revealed more of the Borg ship; it seemed +to stretch out forever, showing the struts, girders, wires, and other elements +of the Borg cube. The view appeared distorted, as if Jistred was looking +through a warped pane of glass. + Then a voice spoke. Or rather, _voices_. "We are the Borg. You have +been captured as part of our quest to assimilate the civilization of the planet +Romulus." + Jistred found his voice and yelled back, "How dare you do this? Where is +my ship? Where is my crew?" Deep down, he felt a sickening feeling as he knew +that the threats and questions were useful as a collapsed shield. What he +didn't expect was the answer. + "Your crew and ship were irrelevant. They had no purpose, and were +disposed of. You, however, are relevant to our plans." + "I will not cooperate! I will refuse--" + "Your refusal is irrelevent. Your mind irrelevant." + The two Borg standing beside Jistred turned and grabbed his arms, and +dragged him away, screaming and fighting. It was no use; he couldn't break +free. They pushed him into a small nook and held him as a several wires and +metallic waldoes snaked out toward him. Then another series of wires +surrounded his head and wrapped themselves tightly around this cranium. +Suddenly, images and voices appeared in Jistred's mind. They began to +increase rapidly, and then, a low, thudding pain started in his temples and +spread to his entire body. + My mind! Jistred screamed inwardly. They're converting me into one of +them--! + Then Jistred, formally the Commander of the Romulan Warbird Superior, and +one of the most powerful Commanders in the Romulan Navy, opened his mouth and +screamed, and began to weep and wimper like a child. + The Borg uni-mind had made him one of its own. +============================================================================ + +And that's all for now. Stay tuned for Part 5. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!!" + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 5952 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: [Fanfic] STAR TREK: Alliances Part 5 +Message-ID: <1993Jun3.150644.6156@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 3 Jun 93 15:06:44 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 237 + +All right! Here it is...Part 5 of STAR TREK: Alliances. I tried to post this +at the same time I reposted parts 1-4, but problems prevented me from doing so. +Well, damn the photon torpedoes, full speed ahead!! + + + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + by M. Mckenzie + Based on characters and situations from STAR TREK: +THE NEXT GENERATION. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 44441.12 + We have finally arrived at Outpost Zeta, and myself, First Officer +McCallum, and Romulan officers Commander Mastech and Sub-commander V'Shyareth +of the Khareaznor have beamed over to meet with Commander Desharn of the Artez. + The USS Kaplan, commanded by my old Academy friend Craig Holzmann, will arrive +shortly. Time is of the essence. We must enter Romulan space as soon as +possible to deal with the Borg invasion.... + + The first thing Captain Patrick Staams saw as the transporter room door +opened was a sullen-looking Romulan. A thick scar covered the left half of his + face, and his knife-like gaze regarded the new arrivals coldly. Beside him +was a man of medium height, wearing a Federation uniform. His hair was a pure, +snow white. + Staams extended his hand. "Captain Patrick Staams, USS Lincoln, of the +United Federation of--" + "I know who you are!" the Romulan spat. He walked past a surprised (and +confused) Staams and stood in front of Mastech and V'Shyareth. "Greetings, +Commander. What is your situation?" + Mastech gave his fellow Romulan a glaring look. "I believe that Captain +Staams has as much knowledge of the crisis as myself, Desharn. You could have +extended him the courtesy of that question." + Desharn's eyebrows went up, and he turned to Staams. "Oh, pardon me," he +said sarcastically, "I'm so sorry, Captain. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm +Commander Desharn of the Romulan Star Empire, Commander of--" + "I already know," Staams said. "Nice meeting you." Before anyone could +react, he made his way to the transporter pad. + "Captain?!" McCallum blurted out. + Staams turned to Desharn, ignoring the shocked stares from those around +them. "With that attitude of yours, I figure that you can take out the Borg on +your own. You obviously don't need our help." + "No! I'm sorry about my manners, Captain," Desharn sputtered. "I promise +that I will give you my full cooperation in this matter." + "Good." + The man with Desharn spoke up. "If I may, gentlemen. I am Ford Gannon, +director of this outpost. I welcome you here. The USS Kaplan will be +arriving shortly. Please come with me." With that, he turned and led the +group to the main conference room. + Along the way V'Shyareth whispered to McCallum, "Was your Captain really +serious about leaving us?" + "No, the Captain isn't that type of person. He was just using an old +human invention on Desharn." + "What invention?" + "The bluff." + + Emerging from warp 7, the USS Kaplan, a Nebula-Class starship, approached +Outpost Zeta. On the bridge, Captain Craig Holzmann regarded the collection of +spheres, cylinders, and girders that made up the station, catching sight of +three ships moored in the main docking bay: the Lincoln and two Romulan +warbirds. + "Hell of a sight, isn't it, Paike?" + "Yes, Captain, I assume it is." Paike, one of the few Bandi serving in +the Federation, stroked the exotic Bandi sash on his uniform. It was more than +just a family heirloom; it was a reminder of where he was from, the planet +Deneb IV. + "Well, let's knock. It's a party, and we recieved an invitation. Comm, +open a channel." + Lt. Austin hailed the station, and on the main viewer appeared Captain +Staams, Commander Mastech, and Director Gannon. "Hello Kaplan," Gannon said. +"It's good to see you." + "The pleasure is ours. Hey Pat, we literally had to throw that warp coil +out the window! The thing's a pile a junk, just like that ship you're +commanding!" Around the Kaplan's bridge came sounds of snickering. + Staams smiled. Craig Holzmann had a casual, loose way of commanding, and +his loud humor often caused more than one Fleet Admiral to pull their hair +out. Still, he was one of the best captains, if not one of the most unusual. + "Anyway, enough of me. What's the situation?" + "We're waiting for you here." + "Good. See you in a few. Kaplan out." + After the screen winked out, Holzmann turned to Paike. "Mr. Paike, come +with me. Mr. Wiggens, you have the conn. Tell the station that we are ready +to dock and are standing by." + "Yessir," Wiggens said. + + The conference room of Outpost Zeta was small, but it was still larger +than the one aboard the Lincoln. At the ebony rectangular table sat Staams, +McCallum, Mastech, V'Shyareth, Desharn, Holzmann, and Paike. Director Gannon +stood at the head of the table and began to speak. + "As you know, the Borg have invaded Romulan space. Because of this, the +Romulan Star Empire has requested that the Federation assist in neutralizing +this threat. + "The Federation fleet is still trying to recover from the massacre at Wolf +359. Therefore, the two closest ships, the Lincoln and the Kaplan, were chosen +to represent the Federation. More ships are on the way, but...they may be +needed in the event that the Lincoln and the Kaplan are destroyed." + McCallum felt a cold shiver run down his back. True, the thought had +crossed his mind, but somethings were better left unsaid. + Gannon continued. "The Romulan escort shall be the Artez, commanded by +Cammander Desharn. It should be noted that both Federation vessels have a +carte blanche--you are to use whatever means necessary to neutralize the Borg." + Paike asked, "Has there been discussion of negotiations with the Borg?" + "The Borg, Commander Paike," said McCallum, "feel that negotiations are +irrelevant. The same way they feel about everything in general." + Mastech spoke up. "What about my ship, the Khareaznor?" + Gannon looked down and became silent. Finally, he said, "An order came in +before you arrived. The Khareaznor has been decommissioned and will be +destroyed." + From around the table, Staams, McCallum, and V'Shyareth traded shocked +looks. "But...why?" asked Mastech. + From his seat Desharn gave a lopsided grin. "Why take it with us? I'ts +deadweight. In fact, the decommissioning ceremony should be starting...now." + The room screen switched to an outside view of the station. Several +workpods were towing the damaged hulk of the Khareaznor to a position far from +the station. The workpods moved away, and the ship hung in space. Suddenly, +three photon torpedoes vectored on the ship, and impacted in three strategic +spots. Without any shields, the hull buckled, then blossomed outward. The +Khareaznor exploded, parts of the craft tumbling away in various directions. +Mastech made a low, sighing noise, and his face appeared pale. + The screen switched again. This time, a tall Romulan appeared on the +screen. "Commander Desharn," he said, "the Khareaznor has been destroyed. All +those on board were transported to the station before the ship was destroyed." + "Very good, Trenack," Desharn said. "You executed it flawlessly." + "Yessir." Trenack then said, "Commander Mastech, you must believe me when +I say that I...I did not enjoy what I did. Artez out." + Desharn stood up and faced the room. "And now, if no one has any more +questions...we shall depart immediatly." + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. + I still cannot get over the sight of the Khareaznor's "decommissioning". +Commander Mastech lost so much when he was attacked by the Borg; now his own +fleet has taken away even more. He will be aboard the Artez. Suprisingly, +(although I should't be too surprised) Sub-commander V'Shyareth has elected to +stay on the Lincoln. The wounded crew members of the Khareaznor have been left +on Outpost Zeta. Hopefully, a Romulan ship will arrive to pick them up. + As of now, we are preparing to depart for Romulan space. I must admit, +it's quite a feeling knowing that you are the first Federation ship to cross +the Neutral Zone and not starting an intergalactic incident. Many of us on the +ship are contacting loved ones and family...because this may be the last time +we will ever see the Federation again. Still, the crew is ready for this +mission, as is the crew of the Kaplan, and the Artez. + + The bridge crew of the USS Lincoln prepared to send the vessel on its +historical mission. Sitting in the command chair, Captain Patrick Staams gave +out orders to all stations. Commander Arthur McCallum stood at the science +station, talking with Lt. Allarza, the Andorian Science Officer. Lt. Rilia, +the Deltan Communications Officer, turned to Staams and said, "Captain, message +from the Kaplan." + "Onscreen." + The bridge of the Kaplan appeared, and Captain Holzmann spoke. "Lincoln, +we'll go ahead of you. The Artez will be our lead. You have the coordinates?" + "Yes, Captain. We have them. Set your speed for warp 7.5. The sooner we +can get to the Borg, the better." + "Understood. Kaplan out." + The screen went blank, then came back on. Against the sea of stars, +Staams saw the Artez, then the Kaplan, move into position. "Mr. Mressle, move +us into position. Mr. Peterson, set course for the--" Staams paused briefly, +as if wondering what to say "--Romulan Star Empire. Make your speed warp 7.5" + "Aye, sir," came Mressle's gruff response. + Staams turned on the comm for a ship-wide message when he heard, "Captain? +Permission to come on to the bridge." + Turning to face the turbolift, Staams saw V'Shyareth standing in the +turbolift car. "Permission granted," he said. + V'Shyareth nodded and stepped onto the bridge. She walked over to +McCallum, and began to talk with Allarza. + Staams decided that it was now or never. "Attention all hands. This is +the Captain. As you already know, we are departing on a crucial mission to +Romulan space. All I ask of each and every one of you...is to give your full +effort into this. Of course, I know that all of you do the same every day. +Captain out." + "Sir, message from Artez. They are entering warp." On the screen, the +lethal shape of the Artez seemed to stretch to infinity...then it vanished +among the stars. The Kaplan soon followed. Staams said, "Mr. Mressle, engage +warp drive. Ahead warp 7.5." + Mressle's furred hands flew across the controls. The hum of the warp +engines grew louder, then the Lincoln flung itself into warp speed. + + Commander McCallum walked down the corridor to his room, feeling tired and +worn out. The Lincoln had crossed the Neutral Zone, but the Borg were seven +hours away, according to the estimates. A message had come in over subspace +radio shortly after the three starships entered warp. At least four Romulan +colonies had ceased communications. One had sent a panicked message about a +"miles high cube" before the transmission was terminated. + McCallum gave a sigh as he reached the door of his room. It was the Borg, +all right. Hopefully, they would need time fully assimilate the materials that +they had taken. Yet there seemed to be a pattern...the colonies were also +important Romulan bases. Either the Borg were being very selective, or-- + "Commander?" + McCallum nearly jumped at the sound of V'Shyareth's voice. Turning, he +say her. "Hello," he said, stepping into his room as the doors swished open, +"What's the latest news?" + "Nothing new so far." She followed him in. "Are you all right?" + "I'm just...tired." + V'Shyareth sat down. "You said that you faced the Borg before, while you +were on the Enterprise?" + McCallum ran a hand through his hair. "Yes, I was there when Captain +Picard was turned into 'Locutus'. Not on the Borg ship, mind you, but I was +there when we followed them, when we saw the carnage at Wolf 359...and when we +faced them at Earth." + "And yet you survived." + "We were lucky, V'Shyareth. Lt. Commander Data managed to interface with +Locutu--I mean, Captain Picard--and shut the Borg ship down, but there was a +massive feedback in the ship, and it was destroyed. The thing about the Borg +is that, they just cannot seem to be defeated. You can throw the entire might +of Starfleet at them, and still..." + He stood up and walked to the window. V'Shyareth joined him there. +Outside, the stars seemed to rush past as the Lincoln moved at over 700 times +the speed of light. "You know," McCallum finally said, "you never learn to +love life to the fullest until you face death." + "You didn't learn that at the Vulcan Science Academy, did you?" + "No, that's a purely human saying. I'm human, remember?" + "Yes. I know." + Before McCallum knew what was happening, V'Shyareth stepped up to him, put +her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him on the mouth. He responded, +bringing his arms around her and drawing her closer. It seemed that hours had +passed when their lips parted. They looked at each other, not knowing to say. + + Light years away in Romulan space, the massive, perfect cube that was the +Borg ship hung in space. The Borg uni-mind was still assimilating the informa- +tion and materials taken from the four Romulan colonies. The Borg did not care + about the incoming Federation and Romulan ships. That was irrelevant. What +_was_ relevant was the mission to assimilate the planet Romulus. + After that, the Romulan Star Empire would be irrelevant. And then, the +Federation and all who were its allies would be irrelevant. Then, there would +be the perfection of the Borg. And nothing would stand in their way. +============================================================================== + +And that's all for now. Stay tuned for Part 6. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!" + + + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 5996 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: [Fanfic] STAR TREK: Alliances Part 6 +Message-ID: <1993Jun7.165257.6181@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 7 Jun 93 16:52:57 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 354 + +It's finally here! Part 6 of STAR TREK: Alliances. So, damn the photon +torpedoes and full speed ahead...! + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + by M. Mckenzie + Based on characters and situations from STAR TREK: +THE NEXT GENERATION. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. + + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 44442.32. + Having crossed the Neutral Zone into Romulan space, the USS Lincoln and +the USS Kaplan are now on course to intercept and neutralize the Borg. Right +now, I am preparing to recieve a message from Admiral Langon from Starfleet +command... + + The screen on Patrick Staams' desk lit up, and the face of Admiral Francis +Langon appeared. The Admiral's silver-blond hair was drawn back in an +attractive bun, and her green eyes still held her fiery personality despite the +fact that she was over seventy years old, Earth standard. Now that fire was +turned on Captain Patrick Staams. + "Hello Patrick. How does it feel to be part of history in the making?" +Langon always addressed Staams by his first name, rather that his rank. + "Frankly, Admiral, I'm more worried about the Borg than history. Of +course, I'm sure my death would make history anyway." + A thin smile appeared on Langon's face. "Who said that you won't complete +this mission, Patrick? Starfleet command has the utmost faith in your +abilities." + Staams gave a chuckle. "Well, Admiral, thanks for the vote of confidence. + Unfortunately, as the Borg would say, that's pretty much 'irrelevant'." + "So you say. All right, the true reason for this transmission...you will +be meeting a small detatchment of Romulan ships shortly after you come out of +warp. There will be three ships in all. They are the Vengeance, the Star +Hunter, and the Darkflyer. The first two are of the Warbird class, the third +is of the Nova class." + "Nova-class? It's a pretty old ship then. Still, why are the Romulans +doing this?" + Langon gave a sigh. "The Romulans are gathering all of their remaining +ships around the home planet, Romulus. If you fail..." + "...then the Romulans will have their own version of the Alamo. Or better +yet, Wolf 359." + "Exactly." + + On the bridge of the Lincoln, one of the many Excelsior-class starships +serving in the Federation, First Officer Arthur McCallum sat in the Captain's +chair. On the viewscreen in front of him, the stars zoomed past as the +starship moved at warp 7. McCallum's hands were steepled in front of him, and +his chin rested on his fingers. He was deep in thought. + The major thing on his mind was the Borg. In only a short time, the +Lincoln would come out of warp, and, together with the Kaplan and the Artez, +begin the deadly hunt for the cold cybernetic invaders. But the mission seemed +futile, useless. What good were their weapons against the Borg? McCallum +quickly pushed that thought aside as his Vulcan teaching asserted itself. +The logic behind such doubts was not there. There were ways a Federation ship +could inflict damage on a Borg ship; one had to hope that the Borg did not +adapt to the attack. On the other hand, if the Borg did adapt, then all one +could do was try something else, something that the Borg would not expect. + "Thinking, Commander?" + McCallum turned to V'Shyareth, the former Sub-commander of the Khareaznor, +the ship that had started it all. No, they hadn't started anything. They had +only alerted the Federation to the threat at hand. "Well, I am." + "Don't think too hard," she responded, smiling. She then turned back to +the science station, where she was talking to Lt. Allarza, the ship's Science +Officer. + The bridge crew didn't catch the look that passed between the two. + But if they had, they would have suspected something, possibly of an intimate +nature. Which was not far off the mark. Somehow, McCallum had become the +object of V'Shyareth's affections. And if the kiss that they had shared +earlier wasn't an indication... + + On board the Romulan Warbird Artez, Commander Mastech sat in his +quarters, mourning the loss of his vessel, the Khareaznor. + He had lost nearly all of his crew when the Borg had attacked the +crusier formation that the Khareaznor was part of. Mastech had barely +survived, as well as fifty other Romulans, including his Sub-commander. But +then, Commander Desharn had destroyed the damaged Warbird under the pretext of +an order from Fleet Headquarters on Romulus. Mastech wished that the crew of +the Lincoln could have done something, but he knew that as members of the +Federation, they could only watch. If the Romulan Star Empire had not +requested assistance from the Federation the Lincoln and the Kaplan would still +be on the UFP side of the Neutral Zone. Still, Mastech _trusted_ the crew of +the Lincoln. He found it amazing that they had agreed to be part of this +mission, to be with the enemy. To him, it meant quite a great deal when one +was willing to "sleep with the enemy". + The door suddenly hissed open. Turning, Mastech saw Commander Desharn +enter the room, an arrogant smile on his face. The smile matched the thick +scar on that covered the left half of his face. + "Commander! Really, now, are you still angry about your ship?" + "I'm only angry that I actually believed that lie about your orders +coming from Headquarters." + "But they did come from Headquarters!" + "Yes, I suppose they did. But I'm sure that lying is all part of the +character of the man who was responsible for the massacre at Narendra Three." + "Are you going to bring that up again?" + "I should have brought it up over twenty-five years ago. Imagine...how +can one attack a peaceful Klingon colony and then claim that it was a military +installation?" + Desharn glared at Mastech for a long time. Finally, he said, "I suppose +you don't want to know that we will be rendevousing with our sister vessels in +ten minutes." His voice dripped with menace. + "I find it good. Perhaps this mission will succeed. Or perhaps they're +losing faith in your abilities." + Snarling, Desharn brought out his disrupter and pointed it Mastech. "You +will be destroyed!" + Mastech glanced coolly at the weapon. "Go ahead, Desharn. Kill me. +Know this, however: no one is going to believe your explanation for my +disappearance." + Desharn snarled again and put it away. "Perhaps you're right. But mind +you, Commander...in the midst of a pitched battle, anything is possible." Then +he turned and left. + "I'm sure anything is possible," Mastech called out as the doors closed +behind Desharn. Then he sat down and stared out the window, watching the +stars streaking away as the Artez moved at warp 7. + + Captain Patrick Staams headed toward the turbolift, a score of things on +his mind. He was feeling odd in the gut--possibly because of the events about +to transpire, and also because of the recent conversation with Admiral Langon. +He hit his communicator and contacted the bridge. + "This is the bridge, Lt. Mressle in command." + "Mr. Mressle, where is Commander McCallum?" + "He went to his quarters, sir, then to the mess area. He'll be returning +shortly." + "Good. Prepare to take us out of warp. We will be encountering some +more Romulan ships, so do no be alarmed. I'll be up on the bridge shortly." + "Aye, sir." + Staams stopped in front of the turbolift and waited. Soon, the turbolift +doors opened, and he stepped in-- + --and stopped short. + Standing in the turbolift were Commander McCallum and Sub-commander +V'Shyareth. They did not see Staams, due to the fact that they had their arms +around one another and were locked in a passionate kiss. + "AHEM!" + The two suddenly separated, eyes wide, looking more like scared children +rather than officers of Starfleet and the Romulan Navy. "C-Captain?" McCallum +stammered, then, calmly, said, "We were on our way to the bridge, Sir." + "Yes, Captain," V'Shyareth added. + A large grin appeared on Staams' face. "Well, that's where I was going +too! By the way Arthur, have you given thought to what might happen if her +father found out about you two?" + "Captain!" + Staams gave a chuckle. "Relax, Arthur. Your secret is safe with me. +But both of you...really, why?" + V'Shyareth and McCallum traded looks with one another. Finally, McCallum +said, "I suppose it defies logic, Captain." + "I suppose it does," Staams replied as the turbolift conitinued to the +bridge. + + The fabric of space was abruptly twisted and torn as three ships emerged +from warp: the demonic-looking Artez, the squat form of the Kaplan, and the +long graceful form of the Lincoln. + Lt. Rilia, the Lincoln's Communications Officer, said, "Captain, message +from the Kaplan." + "Put it on audio." + The voice of Captain Craig Holzmann came over the audio system. "Well, +Pat," Holzmann said, "we're here. So where's our welcoming committee?" + Suddenly, Lt. Peterson shouted, "Romulan vessels decloaking off our +starboard and port sides!" + "There's your answer," Staams said. + Onscreen, there was the characteristic ripple of decloaking, except that +it was repeated by three ships. Then the crew of both the Lincoln and the +Kaplan found themselves looking at two more Romulan Warbirds and a Romulan Nova +battleship. Lt. Rilia then said, "Captain, we are being hailed." + "Onscreen." + The image of a Romulan appeared. He was of medium height, but his dark +hair was beginning to go grey. "I am Commander Remaar of the Vengeance. I am +pleased to see you, Federation Captains. Which of you is Captain Staams?" + Staams stood up and approached the screen. "I am. The pleasure is mine, +Commander." + "I see, Captain. I am grateful to meet the man who saved my mentor and +teacher. Oh...is that V'Shyareth I see on your bridge?" + "Yes, Remaar," V'Shyareth said, "it is I." + "Captain, now that the formalities are out of the way, we can proceed." + "Very well. Where was the last known position of the Borg ship?" + "We are giving you the coordinates right now. The last position is the +G'Harek system. Are you prepared to get under way?" + "Yes." + "Very well. Vengeance out." + Staams turned to Lt. Mressle. "Mr. Mressle, do you have those +coordinates?" + "Yes, Captain. I'm setting the coordinates now." + "Good. Make our speed warp eight. Lt. Rilia, contact the Kaplan and see +if they recieved the information. If not, send it to them." + "Captain!" McCallum said, "the Romulan ships are entering warp." + Staam took his seat, ran a hand through his hair, and said, "Mr. Mressle, +engage." + The Lincoln shuddered, then flung itself into warp speed. + + "Emerging out of warp, Captain," Lt. Peterson announced. "We have +entered the G'Harek star system." + "Very good. Lt. Allarza, sensor readings, please." + Bending over her instruments, Lt. Allarza said, "Captain, there is a +large vessel in orbit of the fifth planet. Configurations match that of the +Borg." + "Very well. Shields up, red alert. Ready phsers, and load torpedoes." + From his station, McCallum read the information displayed on a small +screen. "The other ships are doing the same, Captain. The Vengeance is taking +lead and moving toward the Borg ship at full impulse power." + "Good. Mr. Mressle, take us in." All over the ship, the crew readied +themselves for the encounter. + The Lincoln, Kaplan, Artez, Star Hunter, and Darkflyer followed the +Vengeance in battle formation, with the Vengeance in front and the other five +starships stretched out behind it in a curve. Soon, the large cube that was +the Borg ship grew larger. Staams fought to put down the pins-and-needles +sensation in his belly. It was the first time he had actually seen a Borg ship +up close. Turning to McCallum, he saw that his first officer's face was a mask +of hatred. He stared at the growing shape of the Borg ship with such a fury... + "Distance to Borg ship, Captain...one-hundred and fifty kilometers." said +Lt. Mressle. + "Good. Hold us here, Mr. Mressle, and await further orders." + "The Borg have not responded, Captain. They are not moving," Lt. Allarza +added. + From her station, Lt. Rilia spoke. "The Vengeance is hailing the Borg, +Captain. The Borg are now responding." + "Onscreen," Staams responded. Time to meet the enemy. + The screen flashed to a different view--and it was one that made Staams +stand straight up, made the rest of the bridge crew gasp, and made V'Shyareth +reach out and clutch McCallum's arm painfully. + On screen, a Borg faced the crew. He was tall, and dressed in a black +body armor with various wires and cables running through the armor. Some +cables were attached to his head. His left arm was a monstrosity, a steel +gauntlet that looked too heavy. But his face... + The top of the head was covered with a skullcap. But the Borg's face was +that of a Romulan. It was the face of Commander Jistred. + + "My...God," said Captain Craig Holzmann on the bridge of the Kaplan. He +turned to his science officer, a Vulcan named Koress, and asked, "Mr. Koress, +is that _thing_ a Romulan?" + "Logic would suggest that it is, Captain. He could be a victim from an +earlier Borg assualt." + The Romulan/Borg spoke. "We are Lokarek of Borg. You shal not resist +us. Disarm your weapons and escort us to the planet Romulus. Resistance is +futile. If you attempt to stop us, we will destroy you." + On board the Vengeance, Commander Remaar shook off his initial shock and +said, "Lokarek of Borg...that is not your real name. Who are you?" + "We are Lokarek of Borg." + "No you are not!" Remaar shouted. On board the Lincoln, Staams wanted to +cringe at the fury of Remaar's voice. Instead, he stared at the screen +impasively, awaiting the outcome. + "Your demands," Lokarek said, "are irrelevant. This unit was once +Jistred of Romulus. He was declared irrelevant and replaced. He is now the +spokesman for the Borg. He is replacing the two before him, Locutus and +Vastator. Now, you will disarm your weapons and escort us to the planet +Romulus." + On the Lincoln's bridge, Staams turned to V'Shyareth. "Commander, who +was this...Jistred?" + Shaken, she answered, "He was one of our best commanders...but look at +what happened to him." + "Captain! The Vengeance is opening fire on the Borg ship!" + All eyes were on the screen as the Warbird opened fire, with a full +photon torpedo spread. The attack seemed to do nothing, but the Borg ship +responded by firing a blue beam at the Vengeance. The ship shook, unable to +move because of the tractor beam. + "Tractor beam!" McCallum shouted. + Staams made up his mind in a second. "Mr. Mressle, move us to position +Delta-12. Engage." + The Lincoln, with the Kaplan following, charged toward the Borg ship. +The other Romulan vessels were opening fire, inflicting some damage. but not +much. The Vengeance was still held in the grip of the Borg tractor beam. + "Captain, the Vengeance's sheilds are down to 50 percent," Lt. Allarza +said. + "Fire all phasers at the source of the beam. Full photon spread!" + The Lincoln's phasers impacted on the Borg vessel. The photon torpedoes +hit, but appeared to do no damage. + "Tractor beam is still operative. Vengeance's sheilds at 35 percent." + "Fire! This time, modulate frequencies." + Once again, the Lincoln fired. This time, however, the Kaplan joined in. + If the Borg had been dealing with one ship, nothing would have happened. This +time, though, the ship was dealing with multiple targets at once, and could not +transfer enough power to the tractor beam. The combined phaser blast from both +the Lincoln and the Kaplan were enough to put it out of commission. The +Vengeance jerked free and limped away as the rest of the ragtag fleet moved in. + "The Vengeance is free," said Mcallum said, "and moving away." + "Good. Mr. Mressle, go to position Gamma-5 and prepare to fire again." + In seconds the Lincoln was in position. "Fire!" yelled Staams. + The combined phaser/photon torpedo bursts streaked across space and +impacted on the Borg ship. The Vengeance fired a volley of her own torpedoes, +and the Kaplan moved ahead of the Lincoln, opening fire along the way. + "Captain, there is a five percent drop in energy levels in the Borg +ship." + The Borg ship shuddered under another attack. Then it began to move +foward, gaining speed. + "The Borg ship is retreating, Captain!" Lt. Allarza shouted. + "Move to intercept!" + The Lincoln charged at the massive cube, but as it did, the Borg tractor +beam lanced out and caught the starship in its grip. The bridge shook as the +Staams yelled, "Full reverse! Reroute auxiliary power!" + The Lincoln strained at the beam, but it was a fly caught in flypaper. +The Kaplan moved in, firing all of its weapons. The Darkflyer also assisted, +trying to free the Lincoln. + "Sheilds are being drained," McCallum said. "85 percent...63 percent..." + "Modulate sheilds. Fire all weapons at the Borg ship." + Lt. Peterson's hands flew across the controls. The Lincoln fired a full +spread of photon torpedoes and phasers. Suddenly, it jerked free. Lt. Mressle +began to move the ship to a safe position-- + --when a green beam lanced out from the Borg cube and began to slice into +the Lincoln's sheilds, then its hull. + The ships shook violently. The beam traveled across a quarter of the +primary hull, tearing through bulkheads and blowing circuits. On the bridge, +the engineering section suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks. The ensign at +the station was hurled away from the explosion, his face and chest charred. + "Ensign Freemont!" McCallum yelled. He ran over to the wounded ensign. + The Lincoln jerked away from the beam and seemed to fall toward to planet +below as the crew struggled to regain control. The rest of the small fleet +continued firing at the massive Borg cube, but the ship seemed to shrug off +any attack. Then the green beam lanced out again, this time at the older +Nova-class Darkflyer. It laughed through its sheilds and sliced off the port +engine nacelle. In a soundless flash, the Darkflyer came apart in a million +pieces, its commander and crew a memory. + The Borg ship then accelerated, and jumped into warp, leaving behind five +ships. Of those five, only three were intact. The remaining two were damaged +considerably. + + Patrick Staams felt the blood on the side of his head. A piece from the +destroyed engineering section must have nicked me, he thought. The bridge was +filled with smoke, and the entire ship had the eerie glow of emergency lights. + "Damage report!" + Lt. Mressle gave the damage as Staams walked over to McCallum. The First +Officer was kneeling beside the wounded Ensign Freemont. V'Shyareth was also +there, her face blackend by smoke. + "Damage sir...Decks 4, 5, 7, and 10 and 11 report considerable damage. +There are also casualties on Deck 4 and 5. Engineering reports that sheilds +are off line, as well as other systems." + "Activate auxiliary systems for those affected areas. Contact Sickbay +and inform them of the casualties." Staams knelt down beside Freemont and +looked across at McCallum. "How is he?" + "He's dead." McCallum pointed to a thick shard of plastic which +protruded from the Ensign's neck. + "Damn!" Staams cursed. + Lt. Rilia said, "Captain, message from the Kaplan." + "Put it on audio." + Over the audio system, Holzmann's voice came on, broken by static. +"Lincoln, this is Kaplan, come in! Lincoln, please respond!" + "Lincoln here. We've suffered some hull damage and casualties, Kaplan, +but we are now affecting repairs." + "Thank God you're all right. The Darkflyer was destroyed. The Vengeance +also suffered some damage too." + Another voice abruptly cut off Captain Holzmann. "Attention Captain +Staams. This is Commander Desharn. What is your current situation?" + "We have taken a lot of damage, and are beginning repairs." + "Captain, I hope you finish them soon. Artez out." + McCallum, eyes wide in fear and anger, turned to Staams. "Is he out of +his mind? We nearly got carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey and this is the +attitude we get from him?" + Staams stood up as the medical team lead by Dr. Nandor came in. He +started to treat the wound on the Captain's face. After a moment, Staams +said, "I see his point, Number One. We have to resume pursuit as soon as +possible. You see, for all intents and purposes, the Borg could be knocking +on Romulus' front door by now." +============================================================================= + +And that's all for now. Stay tuned for Part 7! + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!" + +X-NEWS: spcvxb alt.startrek.creative: 6018 +Path: spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: [Fanfic] STAR TREK: Alliances Part 7 +Message-ID: <1993Jun10.181406.6224@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 10 Jun 93 18:14:06 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 237 + +Finally, it's here: Part 7 of STAR TREK: Alliances. Hopefully, the entire +story should be completed by the week of June 13. But for now, as usual, damn +the photon torpedoes, and full speed ahead! + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + by M. Mckenzie + Based on characters and situations from STAR TREK: THE +NEXT GENERATION. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. No part of this work may +be reprinted without the author's permission. + + + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. + Our first encounter with the Borg...and already things look bad. + The Romulan vessel Darkflyer was destroyed by the Borg, with all crew +lost. A second Romulan vessel, the Vengeance, sustained heavy damage. The +Lincoln herself suffered damage as well as twenty-nine casualties. For the +last hour, we have been proceeding with repairs. The Romulan vessel Star +Hunter has gone ahead of us to keep track of the Borg ship. I...I don't know +how to say this, but I feel that the only thing capable of stopping the Borg +is a suicide maneuver. That, however, is an action that I'm not ready to take +as yet. Unless I can actually bring myself to view the classified information +I recieved from Starfleet Headquarters... + + Patrick Staams gave a heavy sigh as he turned off the recorder and began +massaging his temples. Being a starship captain was hard enough, but being a +Federation captain in Romulan space in pursuit of the Borg was an even greater +headache. Maybe I should see the counselor, he thought to himself. + The sound of the door chime made him look up. "Enter!" + The doors swished open, and Commander Arthur McCallum walked in. As the +Lincoln's First Officer, he had been working non-stop in trying to get the ship +battleworthy again. The tired look on his face was proof of this. + "Captain," he said, "the report from all decks. Engineering's still +trying to repair some of the hull damage, but it shouldn't take much longer." +He handed over a Personal Access Display Device, otherwise known as a "Padd". + Staams took it and gave it a once-over. "Very good, Number One. +Commander Desharn is already raking me over the coals about our repairs. In +fact--" + The small screen on Staams desk made a beeping noise. He reached over and +turned it on. "Yes?" + "Captain, message from the Artez." + "Thank you, Lt. Rilia. I'll take it." Staams turned the screen towards +him, expecting to see Desharn's disfigured face, but instead he found himself +looking at Commander Mastech. + "Hello, Captain. Surprised to see me?" + "Yes, Commander! Where is Desharn?" + "He's in his quarters now. I just wanted to ask about your situation." + "Repairs are almost finished. We should be underway in about ten minutes +at the most." + A brief smile appeared on Mastech's face. "Very good, Captain. The Star +Hunter reported that they just picked up the Borg's trail. Right now, they +are still in pursuit. Our best guess is this: the Borg will arrive at Romulus +in about fifteen to seventeen hours." + Staams had been slouched over at the screen, but he quickly sat upright. +"Are you sure?" he asked. + "Yes. We will contact you again, Captain. Let us know when you've +completed repairs. Artez out." With that, the screen went blank. + Staams turned to McCallum, rubbing his jaw nervously. "Fifteen hours, +Art! Fifteen goddamned hours!" He stood up and began to pace the room, hands +behind his back. He then faced McCallum again and asked, "Any ideas?" + McCallum shrugged. "Not really, except that we get underway as soon as +possible. But if we can't stop the Borg, well...maybe you were told this, but +the Romulans plan on using all of their remaining starships as part of a +massive defensive ring around Romulus." + "Yes, I did. But...they may not need that. Look at this." Staams walked +past McCallum and activated the small communications screen again. "Computer," +he said, "access Starfleet file Lambda-RX78." + "Accessing..." the computer replied. Then it said, "File found. Access +code needed to view file." + "Access code is Staams 1-0-1-Victor." + "Access approved," the computer remarked, and began flashing specs and +pictures. + McCallum leaned closer. As he looked at the information, his eyes +widened. "Good Lord...Captain, why weren't we informed of this before?" + "Because," Staams replied, "we are, technically, in enemy territory." + + Ships. Dozens, no hundreds of them, seemingly crammed together, even in +the vastness of space. + "And yet, they may do us no good," remarked Commander K'Solok. He was +staring out of the viewport of the Preator-class warpshuttle that was ferrying +him to his command, the Warbird-class ship Violator. + The view that K'Solok described was one that the Federation had never +seen, and that few Romulans would ever see: over three hundred Romulan ships +arranged in formation around the homeworld, Romulus. The old and the new were +there--Warbirds, Graceful Flyers, Gallant Wings, Novas, Whitewings--and even a +few of the very old but venerable Bird of Prey-class ships. And the ship that +would lead the charge against the Borg, should they enter Romulus' star system, +was K'Solok's own, the Violator. + "They might, Commander," came the voice of K'Solok's First Officer, +Garvas. He was a young Romulan, young and inexperienced. He stared at the +array of ships in wonderment. To him, such an assembly was a dream come true, +even more than his career in the Romulan Navy. + "So you say, young one, but you have never faced the Borg. Then again, +neither have I. Only the Federation holds that honor." + "In a way, they are probably responsible for the Borg coming here." + K'Solok faced his First Officer with a look of fury. "Nonsense! The Borg +may have encountered the Federation first, my boy, but that is no reason for +our current predicament!" + Garvas, suprised by the outburst, turned away and said nothing. + "Commander," the shuttle pilot called out, "we will dock in approximately +five minutes." + "Good." + "And one more thing sir...a message just came in. The estimate for the +Borg's arrival." + "How long until they arrive?" + "Roughly fifteen hours, sir." + K'Solok turned to look out the viewport again. "Fifteen hours," he said +quietly, "fifteen hours." + + The Lincoln was back in business again. + The red glare of the emergency lights was replaced by the soft glow of the +ship's normal lighting as Staams and McCallum arrived on the bridge. All +damage had been repaired, and the crew was ready to go...or so it seemed, +anyway. Staams walked to the front of the bridge and prepared to address the +ship. Giving the signal to Lt. Rilia to send the message through the ship, he +started to speak. + "Attention all hands. This is the Captain. As all of you know, we are +about to continue our pursuit of the Borg ship. However, I'm sure that not all +of you would like to continue, after what happened during our first meeting. +But we must do as ordered. If we do not survive, I just want all of you to +know that...you have all been a fantastic crew. That is all." + Sub-commander V'Shyareth approached Staams. "That seemed rather, what is +the word, 'pessimistic', Captain." + "I figured that much, Sub-commander. By the way, please accompany +Commander McCallum to my quarters immediatly. I'm going to get in touch with +the rest of the commanders before we depart." + "Any reason why, Captain?" V'Shyareth said, her brow creasing. + "Yes. Let's just say that it is important...extremely important." + "Captain," Lt. Rilia said, "Commander Remaar, sir. He said that the Star +Hunter has ceased transmission." + Staams gave McCallum and V'Shyareth a knowing look. "Come on," he said, +and headed for the turbolift. + + "I demand to know why we have not departed yet, Captain!" Desharn spat, +"the Vengeance has already completed repairs, but you...you insist on holding +us up!" + "Enough Desharn!" V'Shyareth shot back. "The Captain felt that there was +infomation that we should see." + Desharn glared at her. She was standing close to McCallum, a little too +close for Desharn's taste. But he simply growled and sat down in one of the +chairs near him. + Captain Craig Holzmann, captain of the USS Kaplan, said, "Pat, time's +a-wasting. While we're here--" + "Gentlemen, please. I'm well aware of what is going on. However, it is +more important to see what I'm about to show you." Staams then turned to the +computer screen and gave his access code. The main screen, stationed on a +nearby wall, lit up, and displayed a large, cylinder-like device. Around it +appeared numbers and other data. It was five feet high, and had several +spheres connected to it. The overall color was a dull steel-grey. + "What is that?" Holzmann asked. + "That," Staams said, "is our ace-in-the-hole. You are looking at mock-up +of an implosion torpedo." + "A what?" asked Commander Paike, the Kaplan's First Officer. + "An implosion torpedo," repeated McCallum. He walked to the screen and +faced the group. "Possibly one of the most dangerous weapons ever conceived. +It uses magnets and energy to crush a portion of antimatter, 'imploding' it, +in other words. In the process, it creates a micro black hole that will draw +in anything in its vicinity." + The room was silent. Finally, Desharn said, "This device...when was the +idea brought up?" + Staams fielded the question. "The theory is not new. After Wolf 359, +however, it was given more research. This is one of the few anti-Borg weapons +that the Federation has been developing so far. I recieved the specifications +only recently. It had been...classified." + "Classified? CLASSIFIED? Why?" Desharn roared. + Sensing trouble, McCallum spoke up quickly. "This device can be +replicated on a starship, given the right tools and materials...Starfleet felt +that giving the information to every captain would be dangerous--" + "No! You wanted to keep the information from us because the Federation +was afraid that the Romulans would use it!" Desharn thundered. His face was a +mask of barely-contained rage. + McCallum said, "The belief was that a starship captain would use the +weapon against an enemy without knowing the full effects of it. But, +Commander, you do have a point. There was a great deal of arguements at +Starfleet because of the nature of the weapon in light of this crisis...and +this weapon was originally thought of as a Federation 'doomsday device'. +Still, Starfleet's initial reluctance was due in part to, well, a 'Cold War' +mentality." He glanced at V'Shyareth briefly. + Desharn looked around at the room. "You expect me to believe and be part +of such a bald-faced lie? Never!" Before anyone could react he had drawn out +a disrupter, seemingly from out of nowhere, and pointed it at Staams. + No one moved. Staams stood still, his face still and impassive. +Holzmann's hand moved to his phaser, but he did not touch it out of fear for +his friend's life. + "Now, Captain...in the interests of intergalactic justice, I am placing +you under arrest--" + Then he was knocked to the ground, violently. As he struggled to stand, +there was a second howl of a disrupter. In a brief flash of green fire, +Desharn vanished. There was no time for him to even cry out. + "Security! Captain's quarters!" McCallum shouted into his communicator. + Commander Mastech slowly brought down the disrupter he held tightly in his +hand. "I'm sorry Captain. I did not mean to do this...but your life was at +stake." + Staams glanced at the charred spot where Desharn used to be. "It's all +right, Commander. I just wish it did not have to be that way." + "Why?" Holzmann demanded. "He went apeshit over the information about the +torpedo?" + "No, Captain," V'Shyareth said. "Commander Desharn was always unstable. +Unfortunately, he was one of our best commanders, and so--" + She turned to Mastech. "What will you do now?" + "Resume command of the Artez. Right now, the crew will be ready for +anyone besides Desharn. I'll just say that there was...an accident." + The doors opened, and a security team entered. They spotted the charred +spot, the disrupter in Mastech's hand-- + "Don't do anything, Lt. Errisson," Staams said, "the situation is in hand. + Return to your post; we're about to leave." + Giving the Captain a surprised nod, the Errisson left. + Staams turned to group. "Now, gentlemen, shall we get on with the +business at hand? Craig, get your ship ready for departure. Commander +Mastech, Commander Remaar--both of you as well. We will be the lead ship this +time, and follow the coordinates left to us by the Star Hunter. Art, can you +construct an implosion torpedo according to the specifications given to us?" + "There shouldn't be a problem, but it could take us a lot of time." + "Good. Start on it right now, time be damned. We have very little of it +anyway." + + "Ready for departure, Captain." Lt. Peterson called out. + "Good. Mr. Mressle, set your course and make our speed warp 8." + "Course set, Captain." + "Engage." + The Lincoln entered warp speed again. Staams sat in his command chair, +replaying the recent events over and over again in his mind. Somewhere out +there, the Borg were waiting, ignoring nothing else but their single purpose of +assimilating the Romulan Star Empire. And if the ace Staams had up his sleeve +didn't work... + He pushed the thought aside and stared at the stars streaking past on the +viewscreen. +============================================================================ + +And that's all for now...stay tuned for Part 8. + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!" + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!spcvxb!4mckenzie_m +From: 4mckenzie_m@spcvxb.spc.edu (Markmeister) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: STAR TREK: Alliances Part 8 +Message-ID: <1993Jun18.150411.6357@spcvxb.spc.edu> +Date: 18 Jun 93 15:04:11 EDT +Organization: St. Peter's College, US +Lines: 417 + + Finally, here it is...Part 8 of STAR TREK: Alliances. This is also the +conclusion of the story as well, since I'm going home in a few days. A sincere +"thank you!" for all of the positive responses I've recieved for the +story...so, as it was said, "Dis is goodbye..." + + See you in the fall! + M. Mckenzie +================================================================================ + + + + STAR TREK: Alliances + by M. Mckenzie + Based on characters and situations from STAR TREK: +THE NEXT GENERATION. Copyright (c) 1993, Marc Mckenzie. + + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 44443.12. + With only twelve hours left before the Borg ship enters the Romulus star +system, the Lincoln, Kaplan, and Artez are pushing it to the limit in order to +intercept them. As of now, my First Officer and Sub-commander V'Shyareth, +along with the Engineering section, are putting the final touches on the +"implosion torpedo" that could be our only chance against the Borg... + Somehow, no one has been affected by the death of Commander Desharn. +Commander Mastech has taken operational command of Desharn's ship, the Artez, +and reports that all is well. In a short time, however, "all is well" might be +an understatement... + + "All right, Commander. The magnets and matter injectors are in place. +You can install the antimatter charge." With this, Commander Velazquez stepped +away from the five-foot high cylinder that stood upright on a worktable in the +Lincoln's engineering section. The middle area of the cylinder was open like a +clamshell, revealing a snarl of wires, isolinear chips, and lights. + "Good. Loading the charge." Commander Arthur McCallum picked up a squat +container with a pair of clamps, and walked over to the cylinder. "V'Shyareth, +get ready." + With a nod, the Romulan placed her hand on the cylinder's surface. + McCallum, with great care, placed the container inside a niche in the +cylinder. The container in place, he said, "Now!" + V'Shyareth pressed a series of switches, and the cylinder closed with an +audible hiss. She checked a nearby screen and said, "The antimatter is in +place and holding." Giving a brief smile, she looked at McCallum. He gave her +a wink, and hit his communicator. + "Engineering to bridge." + "Bridge here." + "Captain, the firecracker is ready. Repeat, the firecracker is ready. +Spread the word." + "Very good, Number One. I'll be down in shortly. Bridge out." + + Patrick Staams, hands behind his back, walked around the thing that sat in +Engineering. Eyes narrowed, he gave the object a thorough examination before +turning to McCallum. "So it's ready, then." + "It is. We had a bit of a problem finding some of the parts, but there it +is." + "Good. Now, how do we use it?" + Surprised, McCallum traded looks with V'Shyareth and Velazquez. Finally, +he turned to the Captain. "Uh, Captain, didn't you see the report?..." + Staams suddenly laughed. "It's all right Art, I'm only joking. Which is +something that is unusual under the circumstances. I understand," he added, +taking another walk around the cylinder, "that we have to _transport_ it to the +vicinity of the object we intend to use it on." He turned to face McCallum +again. "Right or wrong?" + It was V'Shyareth that spoke up. She had surprised everyone by changing +from her Romulan uniform to the standard Federation jumpsuit. McCallum was't +complaining, as it displayed her lithe figure. "It is not that simple, +Captain. We...cannot transport it." + Raising an eyebrow, Staams asked why. + "If we were intending to destroy a rouge asteroid or dead moon, then +arming the torpedo and transporting it to the object would work. But, in this +instance, we are dealing with the Borg. They would probably be alerted to it, +and destroy it before it had a chance to work." + "Yet if they destroy it, won't that set off the antimatter charge?" + "No," McCallum answered. "The torpedo has a sensor that detects if the +surface temperature exceeds a certain level. If a phaser were to hit the +torpedo, it would eject the antimatter charge. Of course, this is all based on +theory." + "A theory is better than nothing. So what do you have in mind?" + "The same strategy that the Enterprise used to rescue Captain Picard from +the Borg. We take in a shuttle, under low power, beam the torpedo into the +Borg ship, and get the hell out of there." + "Why can't we beam the torpedo into the Borg ship using our own +transporter?" + "The Borg will have their shields up. Besides, if our shields are up--" + "Then transport is impossible. All right, Number One, we'll have to +discuss your plan with--" Staams did not finish, because the sound of klaxons +echoed through the ship. + "Red Alert, Captain and First Officer to the bridge. All crew to +battlestations! Red Alert!" + The Engineering section crew hurried to their assigned locations as +Staams, McCallum, and V'Shyareth headed for the nearest turbolift. + + "Captain on the bridge," called out Lt. Rilia from the Communications +station. From the conn, Lt. Mressle stood up and deferred the seat to Staams. + All around the bridge, the crew stood ready for battle. + "Status," Staams said as he took the conn. + "The Borg ship is coming out of warp, Captain," Mressle growled over his +shoulder as he assumed his position at the helm. "It appears to be heading to +a contingent of Romulan scout ships." + "That is the Gitan deep space group," V'Shyareth said. "They must have +been waiting here." + "Lt. Peterson, take us out of warp. Raise shields and ready weapons. Lt. +Rilia, contact the Artez and the Kaplan and inform them--" + "They are coming out of warp, Captain," Rilia spoke. "The Kaplan is +hailing us." + "Put it on audio. Activate main viewer." + On the screen, the stars ceased to streak by as the Lincoln left warp +speed and switched to full impulse power. At the same time, the voice of Craig +Holzmann came over the audio system. + "Kaplan to Lincoln. Pat, are you there? Do you see it?" + "Lincoln here. Yes, we do. Assume formation. You take the lead." + "Is the surprise package ready?" + "Yes. Lincoln out." + From her position at the Science station, Lt. Allarza said, "distance to +Borg ship...240...225...210...204..." + The massive form of the USS Kaplan moved to the front of the Lincoln as +the Warbird Artez stationed itself off the Lincoln's starboard side. The giant +cube that was the Borg ship grew larger by the second. + "190...178...165..." Lt. Allarza continued, "Captain, the Borg ship is +firing." On the screen, there was a flash of light, then the blurred form of +an explosion. Another one followed seconds later. + "Two of the vessels have been destroyed," Lt. Allarza said. + "Mr. Mressle, take this ship to the limit, even if you have to shake her +apart to do so!" Staams turned to McCallum. "Art, do you suggest an antimatter +spread?" + Nodding, McCallum answered, "And a shuttle." + "Get on it. We're not going to have a second shot at this." + McCallum headed to the turbolift, V'Shyareth behind him. Staams watched +them go, then turned to face the main viewer again. "Status." + "All of the Romulan ships were destroyed, Captain. The Borg ship suffered +no damage." + + The Borg uni-mind quickly assimilated the information and raw materials +from the ships it had destroyed. Obviously a stop-gap measure, but an +irrelevant one. Soon, it would be the planet Romulus... + Lokarek of Borg, formally Commander Jistred of the Romulan Star Empire, +stared impassively at the area where the group of Romulan scouts had stood. +His face showed no signs of emotions; besides, the implants which criss-crossed +his face would have made any movements impossible. The information taken from +the mind of Jistred had been accurate. The small, pitiful group of vessels was +there; now they were gone. + Instructions were sent out throug the uni-mind to prepare the ship for +warp. Suddenly, something was detected...no, three things, in fact. +Starships, but those matching the configurations of those ships that had +bothering the Borg like troublesome insects. A new command was sent out. It +was a command to prepare for battle. + + In the cavernous shuttlecraft bay of the Lincoln, McCallum brought an +anti-grav pallet to a stop in front of a Type 16 shuttlepod, the MacNair. +Resting on th pallet was the implosion torpedo. Quickly, V'Shyareth opened the +shuttle's rear hatch and entered the vehicle. McCallum followed, pushing the +pallet in front of him into the craft. He pressed his communicator pin and +said, "First Officer to bridge. Ready at our end, Captain." + "Good. Stand by." + McCallum sat at the shuttle's controls, V'Shyareth doing the same. "All +right, let's power up this thing," he said. + + "Fire photon and anti-matter spread!" yelled Craig Holzmann from the conn +of the Kaplan. The starship cut loose with a barrage of torpedoes and +anti-matter. The Borg ship, impossibly huge, was hit hard. + "Borg shields are dropping, sir," called out Lt. Wiggins. + The Lincoln and the Artez joined in. Both ships opened up with everything +they had. The Artez swooped in, an ultratech bird of prey, and released a +volley of photon torpedoes and phasers on the Borg cube. Each time, the ship +shook, taking an increasing amount of damage. + "Borg shields are down to...seventy-five percent, Captain," Lt. Allarza +reported. + "Excellent! Tell Commander McCallum to get ready to launch." Please, +Staams thought, please let Murphy's Law not apply right now. + + The Borg uni-mind was puzzled. + Somehow, these ships were executing a particularly vicious attack on them. + It was impossible. The shields were being depleted, and it could not sustain +them much longer...unless... + Targeting the closest ship, the Kaplan, the Borg struck back. + + The infamous blue beam lanced out from the Borg ship and struck the Kaplan +dead on. + Holzmann and most of his crew were thrown out of their seats as the ship +was gripped firmly by the tractor beam. "Shields collapsing!" shouted Commader +Paike, hanging on for dear life. + "Modulate frequencies! Fire at the Borg again!" + The Lincoln and Artez moved in, firing all weapons, but the Kaplan still +remained like a trapped bug. Suddenly, it jerked free. + "Get us out of here!" Holzmann shouted, just as the Borg fired again. The +beam sliced through the Kaplan's weakened shields and directly into the hull. +It sliced through the port warp nacelle, igniting gases and blowing the nacelle +off. It travelled in a zig-zag pattern around the ship, destroying bulkheads +and decks. Crewmembers were roasted alive by the fires and explosions or were +killed by the deadly vacuum of space. + On the ruined bridge, Holzmann struggled to sit up. His arm was a ruined +mess, and many of the systems were out. "Damage...report...anyone..." + Lt. Wiggens stood up, suprisingly not seriously injured. "Major +casualties, sir...all main systems are out with the exception of Engineering. +Heavy casualties on all decks, sir." He turned to Holzmann, a worried look on +his face. + "Do we still have impulse power?" + "Yes sir. Warp drive is inoperative." + Holzmann stared at the unmoving body of Commander Paike, and then at the +flickering main viewer. He could see the Lincoln and the Artez hammering away +at the Borg ship. "Mr. Wiggens...do you think a well-placed blow can stop +them?" + "A suicide run, sir? It's possible...should I set course for the Borg +ship, sir?" + Despite the pain he felt, Holzmann smiled. "Make it so, Mr. Wiggens." + "It's been a pleasure serving with you, Captain," Wiggens spoke as he +entered the coordinates. With a low, screeching sound, the Kaplan moved +foward. + + "Captain!" Lt. Peterson called out, "the Kaplan is preparing to ram the +Borg ship!" + Tell me something I don't know, Staams thought. "Get us out of here! +Shields at full stregnth!" On the viewscreen, he watched as the Artez moved +to a safe distance. The Lincoln swung around and headed away at full speed, +trying to escape the explosive effects of Craig Holzmann's last order. Like +some kind of metal stake, the dying hulk of the Kaplan struck at the heart of +the Borg ship. The hull crumpled on impact, but the matter and antimatter in +the ship's engines detonated with the fury and power of a small nova. In a +burst of blinding light, the two ships vanished. + The shock waves reached out and battered the Lincoln and the Artez. The +crews of both ships were shaken, but there was no serious damage. Staams, +agonizing over what he had seen, ordered the Lincoln to turn around. + "But, Captain..." Lt. Mressle objected, as McCallum and V'Shyareth entered +the bridge. McCallum shouted, "Good Lord!" All eyes followed his shaking hand +as he pointed at the screen. There were some emotions that the Vulcan Science +Academy could not help a human supress. + On the screen, there was the expanding cloud of residue from the +explosion. But then, a shape emerged from the cloud. There were gasps from +the bridge as the shape became clearer. It was the Borg ship, but it was +heavily damaged, perhaps, mortally. The top half of the cube was almost gone, +shredded and charred beyond repair. There were cracks all over the vessel, and +brief flashes appeared here and there on its surface. + "Status of the Borg ship," Staams asked, eyes still on the mangled cube. + "Energy levels are at fifty percent and dropping, sir. Nearly one half of +the ship's mass is gone...what the-" Giving her instruments a second glance, +Lt. Allarza said, "Captain, energy levels are increasing! Fifty-five +percent...sixty three....seventy one..." + "Impossible," Staams whispered, but it was all too true. The truncated +cube turned and leaped ahead into warp speed. + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. + With only nine hours left until the Borg reach Romulus, the Lincoln is +attempting to "head them off at the pass." Readings indicated that the ship +was only travelling at Warp 4. Still, the fact that it took the full blast of +a matter-antimatter explosion is nothing more than incredible. + I am faced now with the loss of a good friend and fellow Captain. Craig +Holzmann may have lost his life, but he gave us valuable time to plan another +counterattack. We still plan on using the implosion torpedo. Commander +Mastech has sent his condolances, but the mood of the crew is one of +hopelessness and futility. I think that this will be the Lincoln's last stand. + I refuse to go out without a fight. + + Staams looked out of the windows of his quarters. The stars were +streaking by as the Lincoln pushed on at warp 8, but they seemed empty, +useless. + Craig Holzmann was dead. Staams was grieving silently, remembering the +times the two had at the Academy. Staams, Holzmann, Breknarrek, Moodey...the +"Gang of Four", was the nickname given to them, one of the rowdiest groups in +the Academy's history. The jokes, the pranks, the usual riff-raff... + Staams hung his head, but he held the tears in and regained his composure. + The worst thing a Starfleet captain could have on his mind was revenge, but +Patrick Staams could think of nothing else. + + In his room, McCallum sat on the wide couch, V'Shyareth sitting next to +him. His eyes were downcast, and he did not speak. + "I can't believe it," he said finally. "An anti-matter blast...and it +took the full force of it. Even with all of that damage, it still survived..." + Reaching out with her hand, V'Shyareth touched his shoulder. "Don't +torture youself..." + He turned to look at her. "Can't anything stop them, though? What does +it take to do that? How many ships are going to be destroyed before they +can--" He stopped as V'Shyareth kissed him. It wasn't the appropriate time, +but he held her until she pulled away. + "The torpedo can do the job," she said finally. + "I hope so." + + The Lincoln and the Artez sat side by side in space, like two gunslingers +about to meet the main villian in an Old-West duel. + On the bridge, Staams tapped the arm of his chair. "Lt. Allarza?" + "Distubance ahead. Ship emerging from warp." + "Battle stations." + On the screen, the mangled form of the Borg ship appeared. It drove on, +approaching the two ships that stood in its way. "Now!" Staams shouted. + The Artez and the Lincoln shot foward, opening fire with phasers, photon +torpedoes, and anti-matter spreads. The Borg ship shuddered again, but +continued on its way. The Lincoln fired again, going at close range. Staams +hid his satisfaction as explosions flashed around the cube. + "Borg ship has taken heavy damage, Captain," Lt. Mressle spoke. Lt. +Allarza added, "Their shields are down to sixty-nine percent." + "Good. Mr. Peterson, take us in again. Number One, get ready to deliver +the present to our friends." + + McCallum and V'Shyareth headed for the shuttlecraft bay at a quick run. +As they reached the door, McCallum turned around. "Looks like it's my turn +now. Get to the bridge and contact Artez." As he turned around, V'Shyareth +pulled his phaser from his jumpsuit and fired. McCallum fell to the deck, +stunned. V'Shyareth got down and pulled him away from the shuttlecraft door. + Pushing him up against the wall so that he was sitting down, she kissed him +quickly. "I'm sorry, my love...but you are needed here." + Without another word she removed his communicator pin and entered the bay, +heading for the MacNair. Once aboard, she began to activate the crafts's main +systems. + + The Lincoln fired another round of photon torpedoes. More explosions +appeared on the surface of the Borg cube as each torpedo found their mark. + "The Borg shields are down to twenty-eight percent," reported Lt. Allarza. + "Tell Commander McCallum to get ready," Staams put out just as the borg +fired at the Lincoln. + -Impossible!-Staams thought, but the Lincoln was gripped firmly by the +beam. The ship's shields began to give way, even as the crew struggled to +modulate them. "Shields have failed!" reported Lt. Peterson. + "Launch the shuttle!" Staams shouted, when he saw a ship materialize in +front of the Lincoln. + It was a Romulan Warbird. Several more decloaked around the Borg ship and +opened fire. The Lincoln jerked free, escaping the tractor beam. On the +screen, a Romulan's face appeared. "I am Commander K'Solok of the Violator. +We are here to assist you, Captain Staams." + The rest of K'Solok's fleet moved in inflicting more damage on the Borg +cube. The remainder of the ship was tattered and fired feebly at the Romulan +craft. + "Commander K'Solok, thank you for your assistance, but you must leave this +area at once. I can't explain right now, but go to warp speed immediatly!" + At that moment, the turbolift opened, and McCallum stumbled out. Staams +turned and saw him, a surprised expression on his face. "Art! What the--I +thought that you were in the shuttle!" + "No..." McCallum said weakly. "It's V'Shyareth...she's going to set it +off..." + + The MacNair was lucky. With the Borg ship facing off against nearly ten +ships, and in its seriuosly damaged state, it ignored the small craft as it +slipped through the weakened shields. On board, V'Shyareth armed the implosion + torpedo and readied the shuttle's emergency transporter. Selecting the +coordinates, she watched as the weapon disappeared in a twinkling, blue haze. + + The uni-mind was damaged severely. The collision with the Federation +starship had caused untold damage to the cube's structure, and hundreds of +units were destroyed. Now, more ships had arrived, and there was not enough +power to fight them... + The uni-mind detected something else. A massive buildup of power, +originating within the cube itself! Yet it was inconcievable! Impossible! It +was-- + + Staams saw the Borg ship shudder. As it did, it appeared to fall in on +itself, as if being drawn into a straw-- + "Mr. Mressle! WARP SPEED!" + The Lincoln tilted crazily as the ship turned and shot into warp. They +rode ahead of the effects of the implosion of the Borg cube, but the ship shook +as the massive amount of gravity generated by the creation of the micro-black +hole threatened to draw them in. An eternity seeme + "Status report!" + Lt. Allarza looked at her instruments. "The Borg ship is...gone, sir. +And so is the micro-black hole. There is no sign of the shuttle, sir." + Staams watched McCallum. The Commander looked off to one side, but said +nothing. Reports came in from over the ship; no damage was found. "Art," +Staams began, "I'm sorry--" + "Don't be Captain," came V'Shyareth's voice from the turbolift. She stood +there, a little shaken, but fine. Seeing the shocked look on McCallum's face, +she said, "I used the emergency transporter at the last minute." She handed +him his communicator pin and his phaser. "I'm sorry for what I did." + McCallum smiled as Staams ordered Mressle to set a course for Romulus. +Following the group of ships led by the Violator, the Lincoln and the Artez +entered warp. + ******************** + + Patrick Staams and Arthur McCallum stood at attention as V'Shyareth--now a +full Commander--and Commander Mastech presented them with Order of the Great +Wing, one of the highest honors given by the Romulan Command. + "For the deed of saving our homeworld, at the possible cost of your lives, +people of the Romulan Star Empire salute you." All around them, in the great +hall that served as the place of the ceremony, applause came. Both men looked +around, still not believing that they were on the homeworld of one of their +greatest enemies. V'Shyareth stepped foward and placed the medals on each +man's breast, smiling at McCallum as she did so. + + "Captain, it is a sham that you have to return." + "I think you mean, a 'shame', Mastech." + "Oh, yes, I did." The Commander faced Staams for the last time. "I +cannot thank you enough, Captain. I owe you my life. Unfortunately, the next +time we meet, we will be enemies once more. Even after all of the sacrifices +that were made by our friends." + "I understand. I have my regrets as well." + "One can only hope that this alliance will lead to a more permanent bond +between our two sides. By the way, a frieghter is bringing in the remaining +survivors of the Khareaznor from Outpost Zeta." + Staams gave a nod, then said, "Where is my First Officer?" + "Saying goodbye, I presume." + + McCallum and V'Shyareth held each other firmly as they shared a final +kiss. It did not last long, but for both of them, it seemed like an eternity. +They parted and walked together to where Mastech and Staams waited. + "I wish I could go with you, Arthur, but my place is here...I am sorry." + "I'm sorry that you might try and destroy me the next time we meet +again." + She smiled at him. "Perhaps it doesn't have to come down to that, you +know." + Staams and Mastech were expecting them. Last words were exchanged, then +Staams pressed his communicator. "Captain to Lincoln...two to beam up." + The two men disappeared, only to reappear on the transporter pad of the +Lincoln. Immediatly they made their way to the bridge, where the crew was +preparing to get the Lincoln underway. + Staams took his seat at the conn. "Mr. Peterson, take us out of orbit." + The Lincoln moved away from the orbit of Romulus, two Warbirds following +as escorts. Finally, Lt. Mressle said, "Course, Captain?" + "Set a course for Outpost Zeta, best possible speed. Take us home...and +to tommorrow, and tommorrow, and all the others after that." + McCallum cocked an eyebrow at Staams, then gave a laugh. + Travelling at full impulse, the Lincoln seemed to stretch out into +infinity, then it shot away at warp eight, leaving the Warbirds behind. It +headed back towards Federation space, back towards home. + + + THE END + + +M. Mckenzie +St. Peter's College +"I'm a TREKKER, not a TREKKIE!" + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alternat b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alternat new file mode 100644 index 00000000..41c039c8 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/alternat @@ -0,0 +1,502 @@ + Alternate Realities + by Rachel Loss-Cutler + + + *It was cold. No: make that cold and dark. No, make that +nothing. That is exactly what it was like! Cold dark empty +nothingness. Then through it all I heard a voice saying +something about a power failure and two lights switched on +from nowhere making the nothingness nothing with light. + I was sitting down in a machine. That is all that I can say. +No other words of description fit. There was an eyepiece that I +seemed to be looking through, and I could see that I was +inside a glass dome. + I heard a voice speaking; "Well,. we can't just leave the +creature without anything to do! " Straining my hearing I +could hear another voice heavy with relief. + "We've got the power back on-line, with any luck it will +just think that this was all just a...what is the word we made +up?... oh yes, a dream." + I could Feel everything that I had ever known refusing to +come back to me. Did I just wake up, or did I just go back to +sleep? Reality was a blur. I did not know who, what, or even +where I was. + Suddenly around Lwaxanna bright lights flashed and she +woke up to the clapping, cheering, and emotional approval of +aquaitences and friends. Then, from the expression on her face +you could tell that the young Betazoid was remembering, Or if +you, too, were a Betazoid, you would only have to read her +thoughts (or emotions) to know the confusion, and then the +relief, when memories and self-being came pouring in, along +with knowing that she had passed the Betazoid Rite of +Initiation, of facing her worst fears and confronting them.(In +her case being controlled by another and of having her whole +world be a dream.).......* + Lwaxanna woke up and saw a woman with blond hair +standing before her. The woman asked, "Are you Deanna's +mother?" + Only half awake Lwaxanna nodded yes. The woman replied +"Oh good, I'm finally on the right track. Mother, you just go +back to sleep." +"Oh Kestra dear, I love you." +"I know." +In her half asleep state, Lwaxanna paid no heed other then that +to the fact that she was talking to her dead daughter. Thinking +that at least parts of this dream were new, she turned over and +went back to sleep. +________________________________________________ + + Deanna Troi, ship's counselor rolled off her bed and awoke +sitting on the floor in the shuttlecraft 'Rift', calmly thinking +(Even though in the physical reality she was out of breath) +Where am I? Where am I going? +Then the answers to her questions came steadily through +the still foggy part of her brain. Where am I? I am in a +shuttlecraft. What am I going? I am on shore leave to Betazed +to visit my mother. + Then even though she wanted to stop it a fourth thought +came creeping in: if I wanted to relax why am I going to visit +my mother : Lwaxanna Troi: a daughter of the fifth house, +holder of the Chalice of Riix and Keeper of the Holy Rings of +Betazed? +( Translation: Holder of a dusty clay pot that she doesn't even +take out to dust and a couple of clay rings who's only use was +for my teething: quite a few were broken that way.) + I am going, Deanna gentle chided herself, because my +mother who loves me is lonely and misses me. Then the +thought that she'd been trying to avoid all along rose to the +surface: + My mother who almost certainly will spend half to three +fourths of our time together subtly or not subtly, hinting or +outright saying that I should marry someone (anyone) and +settle down, and that grandchildren would not be +unappreciated. + Sighing with the thought of the exasperation to come, +Deanna went back to sleep. +____________________________________________ + + On board the Enterprise, Dr. Beverley Crusher sighed. +Five emotional crises and four near breakdowns of Deanna's +patients all in the two days that the counselor had been +gone. + "Sometimes", she said absently to Guinan, "I don't know +how we get on without her! You know instead of both of you to +rely on we only have one! It COULD be much worse, but still +we shouldn't be so dependent on Deanna that she can't be +away for shore leave three days before we're crying for +mommy!" + Keeping the wise face the hostess of Ten-Forward was +known for, she replied "It's not that we're crying for mommy, +it's just that we're emotionally dependent on the counselor, +maybe a little to much, but that's normal. The patients have +built up their water blockades, with her being gravity. It won't +always be like this, just be glad that she was there for them to +be attached to in the first place!" + Over in a corner of the room, Worf sat in a stupor just +staring at his drink. Beverley heard a hint of a whisper in her +ear: "Speaking of Emotional Dependence" then with a swish +of her robes and that odd smile, Guinan went over to Worf. + The doctor heard Worf muttering something about +Alexander and then wisely turned her attention to something +other than the growling Klingon. Looking around the lounge, +she didn't find any better candidates. +Ensign Ro Laren looked ready to throw something. LaForge +looked incredibly depressed, like he had looked during the +incident with the Sli. Data looked thoughtful and blank as +usual. Riker looked like he was thinking of himself as pond +scum and drinking alcohol instead of synthihol (No surprise +there), and the biggest surprise of all: Capt. Jean-Luc Picard +was actually there, looking..... angry? At himself? + Why, Beverley thought to herself, why did we all pick the +time that the counselor was away to have our emotional +crises? And most of all, why did I have the stupidity to tell +Deanna that no time would be a good one, but at least we had +just completed our mission to deliver supplies for the recently +acquired station, Deep Space Nine? Honestly, she smiled, +how can a Betazoid not know her own mind? +________________________________________________ + + Sitting in the shuttlecraft, Deanna was wondering about +just that. But coming up to Betazed, all the wonder +of the planet jumped up and took her by the throat- and just +left no room for those childish concerns of her self- +knowledge; just in staring at the beauty around her. + Even from space, when all planets looked awe inspiring, +Betazed was special. Seeing the blue-green planet again +brought back memories of a bright classroom with white +walls, a lovely light brown wood floor, perfect for sock- +skating on, and wide windows where the sun was always free +to shine in. The smells were as bright as the room, and just as +clean. Mostly, a warm wood and sunshine smell. + Her favorite lessons were always the ones that were about her, +or her world. She heard the calm, smooth voice of her teacher, +and the chuckle of her best friend, listening to something that +she knew by heart. Staring at her friend's hair, brown and +sparkling in the sunlight, was almost as entertaining as +listening to what her teacher was saying. +Still, she was never tired of hearing her teacher speak about +their world. "Betazed", she heard Taniya say, "is the fifth +world in a eight planet system. It orbits a medium-sized star +known as Beta Veldonna. Betazed is the only world in this +system capable of supporting carbon based life, and the only +one with a moon. The traders' nickname for our planet is +"Jewel of the Outer Crown". Even the Ferangi (whose +meaning of beauty is gold pressed latinum) conclude that this +planet is extraordinary (even, in their words, if only for +tourists)." (Deanna choked back a giggle, seeing her friend +put both hands over her ears and puff out her stomach in an +exaggerated imitation of a fat Ferangi) "Natural wilderness +covers most of Betazed. High mountains with crystal peaks +catch the sun, acting as a natural prism and coloring the +ground below with streaks of color. The soil contains crystals +of a green hue, called Versina, which give the whole planet---" + With a start, Deanna was pulled out of her daydream by a +bright flash. Something was coming straight up at her from +the planet! Suddenly she was enveloped in white. She could +see nothing and nothing could see her. She heard a beeping, +and wished for the confusionless environment of her +childhood. +She could see again. Before her was a little boy. She had NO +idea who he was, or how on earth he had boarded her shuttle. +Deanna gazed at the little boy in shock, hardly even hearing +what he said. + "Aunt, even though you joined the colony a couple of years +ago, you should remember to keep the .04 phase adjuster on! +After all, that is our standard greeting. You agreed on it +yourself!" + Deanna just stared at him in shock, not comprehending the +fact that this little boy had just called her "Aunt"! +_______________________________________________ + + On the Enterprise, Riker was sad, angry, depressed... just +about every negative emotion (There might not be negative or +positive emotions but if there were, he would not be +experiencing the positive) possible. + This, he thought to himself, is absolutely BORING. Why +can't we DO something instead of sitting like a fly in pond +scum; calmly oblivious to the hungry frog as he prepares to +end our useful life forever? +(Gulp) +(...Why, Will, that's almost poetic!... Thank you, Riker...) + When you think of all the things that we could be doing +instead of sitting around in a stupor, it's amazing that all we're +doing is drills and diagnostics. At least we'll be the best +running ship in the fleet, even if we're the one with the most of +nothing to do........ +________________________________________ + + In the Medical Diagnostics Room Dr. Crusher sighed, while +an impatient Barclay sat looking around the room fearfully. +His eyes locked on the med tables as if they might stand up and +attack him any minute if he didn't stare at them. + "Are you SURE that I don't have Callum's Syndrome? I +have been feeling rather dizzy and coughing alot; my mouth is +dry and......" Barclay just trailed off and left Crusher staring +impatiently at him. Just as she opened her mouth, he nervously +continued, "....And the headaches! I forgot to tell you about the +headaches! You see it almost feels like--" + "REDGE", Crusher almost screamed, "you have just been +working too hard!" Then, getting her temper under control, +she continued more quietly, "I spoke to Geordie, and he said +that not only have you worked three shifts in a row, but you +have been making emergencies yourself and then running to +fix them. Now, I am prescribing ten hours of uninterrupted +sleep!" + While he was walking sheepishly out of sickbay she called +at his back, "And STAY AWAY from Medical Database!" + "Finally!", Crusher sighed, extremely happy that she had +managed to remove Barclay from her Sickbay. Then she turned +to Miles who had been waiting patiently through it all. + "How was Shore Leave, and what seems to be the trouble?" + "Well," he said in that sunny-accented (Or whiny,depending +on the occasion) voice, "Shore Leave was wonderful but I +seem to have caught a bit of flu, I've been coughing quite a bit. +But that's all." + She circled the Med Scanner over him and turned to the +computer. "Just have this prescription replicated and if +anything changes in the next 48 hours let me know." + "All right", he called as he left sickbay. + Such a pleasure to work with someone cooperative, she +thought to herself. I seem to be doing quite alot of sighing +these days. She sighed and went back to work. +_______________________________________________ + + After entering his quarters, Miles O'Brian lay on his bed. +That didn't help the dizzy feeling at all. He needed to tell the +Doctor about the new development in his condition. He got up +and started walking toward the door. + Suddenly he felt terribly dizzy, his quarters spun... +Stumbling to the ground, he knocked his head on the sharp +angular corner of the table, and hit the deck, unconscious. Just +before he blacked out he managed to shout, "O'Brian to +sickba..." In the Darkness the computer said in it's cheery +voice: "This command is not understood." +______________________________________________ + + Aboard the shuttlecraft, Deanna was puzzled. She couldn't +sense his emotions, but the child apparently believed that he +was her nephew! She noticed that his nose was slightly +mashed, his face had a rubbery look to it and his hair was +slick. Finally, she got tired of sitting there with her mouth +open and asked: "What colony are you talking about? Why did +you call me Aunt? And why do you look like me?" +Deanna instantly regretted her words. If she was really his +aunt, their similar appearance made sense! But her sister had +died when Deanna was still a baby, so how could that be? +But at the question "What is the colony?", the boy turned into +something gelatinous and then changed into a woman with +dark hair, with a face that was all angles where the boy's had +been smooth. The woman bore a remarkable resemblance +(Where have I heard this before?) to... +"Ardra", Deanna whispered. +But then, "Oh no, you little Goody-Goody" hissed the Morph +(Deanna wondered if Morph was the right word) and slapped +her twice on her cheeks, the way that you would slap someone +who had fainted. "Oh no! I'm not Ardra, just a friend of hers. +In case you were wondering, I am a shapeshifter, like Odo on +DS9. That is why, you pitiful Betazoid, you can't read my +emotions! I'm-- WAS-- a friend of the one that you call Ardra. +You call her that because you forgot her real name; didn't even +give her THAT courtesy, did you? She was my only Friend; +the only one who bothered to help the poor helpless misfit. +That's why I can do her face fairly well, and why I'm going to +have my revenge!" + "But," Deanna replied, confused, (the woman's manner had +hurt her deeply) "I haven't yet been to DS9, and I don't know +why you need revenge!" + "BECAUSE" the Morph said, as if educating a child, "After +your Wonderful CAPTAIN put her in rehabilitation, she was +never the same. She killed herself, you know, after they let her +into the garden! Hah! I've heard of better gardens on Rural +Pente! She killed herself with SOMETHING. No one knows +what, because no one bothered to find out! The doctors (HAH! +what doctors) had long since given up on her; said she was a +hopeless case; just clucked their tongues- And that was that! +But no, Oh no..." the Morph was now just crooning to her self, +"Couldn't have that." Then she stared at Deanna. The +intensity of the look felt to Deanna as if holes were burning +through her head. "You and your precious captain, will both +PAY!" + "But," Deanna said, her voice taking on a new strength, +"She wasn't PUT in Rehabilitation! The judges decided that it +wasn't necessary." + "Don't lie to me! I know you're LYING! You HAVE to be!" +In her rage, the Morph pushed Deanna against a wall. +Deanna's phaser jarred loose. The Morph grabbed it, aimed, +and pulled the trigger .. +__________________________________________________ + + When O'Brian didn't return to duty, no one thought +anything of it. He had said that he was a little sick and +LaForge had excused him from duty until the time that he was +fully recovered. + + Deanna's shuttlecraft had just effected an emergency +landing. A mysterious transmission from the craft, a few +hours before, had indicated that Deanna had been suddenly +disabled and remained uncounscious. The shuttle's autopilot +had engaged at once, sent out a distress call, and plotted a +course for Shuttlebay 2. Once within range, the tractorbeam +had finished the job. + A message was sent to Mrs. Troi on Betazed. What a pity, +she thought, Mr. Holm had made her a special Chocolate +Sundae. The real thing that wasn't replicated. "Oh well, I +guess I'll have to eat it, myself ", she thought to no one in +particular. + In the hurry to stabilize Deanna no one paid any attention +to the mess in the shuttle that was evidence that a fight had +occurred. There was also no thought of Deanna's bag on the +shuttle, though if someone had checked, it would have been +found to be quite heavy and quite empty. When no one was +looking a pool of clear yellow gelatinous goo came oozing out +of it. + From looking at the shuttle's database, the Morph had +decided that Miles would have to be disabled. Imagine It's +surprise when he already was. + All that night, the Morph studied Miles' voice print, +personal logs and duty logs, to be prepared to return Mr. +O'Brian to duty. +_________________________________________________ + + The next day Miles stopped by to tell Beverley he had gotten +over the cold. She was astonished at the amount of time +required and accepted his gratitude with thanks. As soon as he +returned to duty he requested a private meeting with the +Captain. + + The door chimed to the Captain's Ready Room. + "Yes, Come in Mr. O'Brian." + "Thank you sir. I assume that you are a little surprised about +my request." + "A little doesn't quite sound right. Astonished would be +more like it." + "Well you see sir, I have discovered a harsh chemical that +could have hurt Counsellor Troi aboard the shuttle, and I need +your permission to go in and verify it, so that she can be given +the right treatment." + "This, ah, chemical isn't life threatening is it, O'Brian?" + "Well, it is if you aren't wearing protective clothing. We +have about three days before treatment will no longer help,... +Sir." + "Mr. O'Brian, make it so! Oh, and could you move over a +little? You're crowding me a bit. " + "Yes sir. O'Brian to Shuttle. Two to beam back." + The Captain's protests were lost in the transporter beam. +____________________________________________ + In sickbay Beverley had just stabilized Deanna's +condition, and found out what her condition was. + "Thank you nurse, in an hour she should be fully recovered. +I'd just like to know why she was exposed to a stun beam for +40 seconds. That is almost life threatening!" + "I don't know Doctor, but is she supposed to be in a +transporter beam right now?" + " No, she isn't! Damn! Crusher to Data." + "Yes, Doctor?" + "Where was the transporter just being activated?" + "There were exactly 98 transporters in the known galaxy +activating at that moment, could you be more specific?" + "DATA I mean ON THIS SHIP!" + "Thank you Doctor, a transporter was just shown activating +from Shuttlecraft Rift, in Shuttle Bay 2. The shuttlecraft has +just beamed three personnel aboard, and is scheduled for +departure. As a matter of fact, it is leaving right now." + "Data, this is IMPORTANT! Can you beam the three crew +members back to the Enterprise? + "No Doctor, the shuttle has its shields up, and any attempt +on our part to lower them might result in serious damage to +those inside." + " Thank you, Data. Crusher out." +Disheartened at hearing that last piece of news, Crusher +turned on her view screen and watched as the shuttle moved +out of sight. Then something occurred to her. Muttering +"Hindsight is always perfect" She called, "Crusher to Data" + "Yes, Doctor..." (Was that impatience in his voice?) + "Did you find out what life forms were on the shuttle?" + "Yes, Doctor, I did. The Lifeforms registered as Miles +O'Brian, Deanna Troi, Captain Picard, and one unknown life +form." + "The CAPTAIN is on that shuttle? With an UNKNOWN +LIFE FORM?" + "That is what I said, Doctor? " +Now Beverley wasn't depressed, she was steaming mad. +_________________________________________________ + + Aboard the shuttle there were three people, and one Morph. +Unfortunately the Morph was the one in control of the +situation. The humans in the shuttle were just learning what +the situation was. The Morph had just assumed human shape. + Picard exclaimed "So THAT'S why O'Brian transported me +over here, he wasn't himself!" Meanwhile the real O'Brian +wasn't in shape to agree or disagree, Crusher had given him +someone else's medication by mistake: Barclay's. The +medication was a strong tranquillizer to insure that he could +sleep and heal himself while sleeping. Crusher had long ago +learned that whenever Barclay is frightened (Whenever he is +sick) he stays up all night worrying. Who knows WHY the +mix-up happened, maybe Barclay had Dr. Crusher so frazzled +that she just wasn't thinking. The Morph was just explaining +what was happening: + "I am taking you to the planet of the Guardian of Forever. +Want to know why? So that you can see what happened to +Ardra. After you are convicted for your crimes --by Me-- I will +take you to a special Rehab Colony that doesn't ask questions +like 'Who are you?', where you can live out the rest of your +days as Ardra did: in misery." + Just as the Morph finished talking they landed on the +planet's surface. After walking a short distance, the Morph +presented them to the Guardian of Forever. The captives +made no attempt to escape as they were curious as to what the +Guardian would show them. Mr. O'Brian was still +incapacitated in the shuttle and would probably remain so for +quite a while. The Morph stood in front of the Guardian and +requested, tricorder in hand, "Show me what has happened to +the woman who called herself Ardra in the Rehab Colony, in +this timeline." In front of the witnesses the events played +faster and faster as the Guardian searched for the moment in +Her Story that would show who was correct. + Finally the Guardian boomed "The moment mentioned has +not happened in this timeline." The confusion showed on the +Morph's face. Just as he was about to speak, a woman +appeared in front of Deanna and the Morph. (The Captain was +looking at the Guardian) She was calm and radiant, but at the +same time she was excited and had a look about her that said +she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. She was smiling +openly at Deanna's confusion. + Finally Troi stammered out, "Sister?" + "You are right, Sister. I am sorry that it took me so long to +come here, it took us a while to find Karenia in all the +alternate timelines. You see (she now addressed the Morph) +all that you witnessed when you checked up on your friend +was in an alternate reality other than this one. When these +ones did not know Odo yet, that should have tipped you off." + Troi spoke "All this dimensional shifting is getting to me, +Kestra. How are you here?" + "Did Karenia mention a colony?" + When Deanna nodded affirmative, her sister continued, "In +another timeline I survived the accident. A year or two after I +was twenty, I left Betazed to find a planet to colonize with a +group of highly talented people; the best suited to the task that +Betazed had to offer. After a long while of searching we came +to a Temporal Distortion. Not knowing what it was, we went +into it and in the middle we found a planet ideal for +colonization. Then we discovered the nature of the distortion: +It is a 'Node', if you will, a place where all realities come +together, and where there are none alone. It IS a bit +confusing. When we found out we decided not to leave. The +planet was wonderful and we had searched long enough not to +want to give up a potential home. We are sorry about the mix- +up about Karenia's friend, we will try to smooth things out +before going. Karenia, we know that you are tired of the life +that we have been living, we are going to erase your +knowledge of us and place you in a Timeline where the +'Ardra' mix-up never happened. And as for you, Deanna, +Picard, and the transporter operator in the shuttle: We'll put +this in a easier form to understand." + "Goodbye, Sister." +__________________________________________________ + + EPILOGUE + + In Ten-Forward, Deanna was telling Guinan "That was the +STRANGEST Holodeck simulation that I have ever +participated in. + Do you know, the shuttle 'Rift' has completely disappeared?" +__________________________________________________ + + In 'Ardra's' ship she and Karenia were deciding what to do +next, when they heard of a planet who had a 'Ardra' problem. +It sounded boring so they flew right by it. It just wasn't their +kind of escapade, it didn't have a sure profit. Besides, the +Ferangi were still looking for them over a little +'misunderstanding....' +__________________________________________________ + + Happy in the knowledge that she had seen her sister who +had died in birth, Kestra (Deanna's sister) went back to a world +of infinite possibilities. +__________________________________________________ + + THE MIDDLE +(They aren't dead yet, so why should it be The End?) + + ********** +Copyright 1995 Rachel Loss-Cutler + +You may copy this story as many times as you want as long as +my name stays on it and so does this notice. If you want to sell +it make me an offer (I'd be flattered) otherwise don't even +THINK about it! + + + + + The information about Betazed can be found in the book +'Worlds of the Federation', except for the information about +the Betazoid rite of Initiation. If you want to know more about +'Ardra' get information about the TNG episode called 'Devil's +Due'. + Kestra is Deanna's sister who died in an accedent, she fell +into a pond and dround trying to catch a dog. That is covered +in the TNG episode 'Dark Page'. (Warning: If you don't feel +like being sad, don't watch 'Dark Page') + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amattero b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amattero new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4486c243 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amattero @@ -0,0 +1,1557 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!osuunx.ucc.okstate.edu!constellation!munnari.oz.au!uunet!convex!convex!news.utdallas.edu!wupost!udel!news.udel.edu!chopin.udel.edu!ayis +From: ayis@chopin.udel.edu (Ayis Theseas Pyrros) +Subject: "A Matter of Gratitude" a short story by David Cardillo +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@news.udel.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: chopin.udel.edu +Organization: University of Delaware +Date: Sun, 13 Feb 1994 03:06:18 GMT +Lines: 1545 + + I must first apologize if am posting this to the wrong group. + + The following is a short story by David Cardillo, based off of + + Paramount's STARTREK(tm). The people and some events + + are non-fictional. Now that I got past that small disclaimer, + + I hope that you enjoy this story. Please note that I am not + + the athor of this story just a friend. If you have any + + comments (good or bad) and you wish to direct to the author + + please e-mail them to me. And finally this story is copyright + + 1994 of David Cardillo. You may read it and reproduce this + + story in any manner. But that catch is you cannot sell it, or + + modify it in any form. Unless you have explicit permission + + from the author, David Cardillo. If you distrubute this + + story please include this header. + + -Ayis Pyrros + + + -E-mail ayis@chopin.udel.edu + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + STAR TREK + + THE CONTINUING VOYAGES + + A MATTER OF GRATITUDE + + By David Cardillo + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + CHAPTER ONE + +First Officer's Log: Stardate 47503.1 We are entering standard +orbit around Starbase 157 for a quick maintenance check and an +offloading of personnel. Ship's Counselor Curran will be +transferring to the U.S.S. Friends. Our former helmsman, Laura +Flohr, has completed her degree in xenopsychology, received an +honorary promotion to Lieutenant Commander, and will become our +new Ship's Counselor. + + "Entering standard orbit, sir," Ensign Latshaw said. + "Message coming in, sir. Admiral Straley," Lieutenant Claar +reported. + "On screen," Commander John Pierce ordered. The holographic +viewing area flickered and revealed the face of Admiral Straley. + "Commander Pierce, welcome to Starbase 157," the admiral +said. "I trust all is well with Captain Cardillo?" + "He suffered an injury en route and is presently in sickbay +undergoing treatment," Pierce replied. + "Nothing serious, I hope," Straley said with concern. + "Just a small athletic accident. He injured his knee +playing Parrises Squares on the holodeck. He's been in sickbay +with a regen unit hooked up to him." + "In that case, send him my regards. The requested supplies +and the crew transfers are ready for transport." + "Acknowledged. Christian out." The viewscreen flickered +back to the unusual purple and grayish colors of Omicron Gamma +where Starbase 157 was located. John turned to Lieutenant +Commander Kara Crossland and said, "Commander, you have the +bridge. I'm going to see to the transfers." + "Aye, sir," Kara said as she turned back to her duties at +the Ops station. + + "I said I feel fine!" David said. + "Regardless of how you feel, you still need another day of +muscle regeneration," Dr. Jenna Wadsworth argued. + "Doctor, I've been in sickbay for five days now. I think +it's time for me to continue with my duties." + "You've been saying that for the past four days. You're not +going to win this argument either. And if you try to sneak out +again, I'll ask Lieutenant Claar to double security. Don't think +I won't do it. Lieutenant Fraser is still right outside the +door." "Doctor, is all that really necessary?" + "With you, yes. Captain, you still have yet to learn to +slow down. Amy told you that this morning when she came to say +goodbye. And I'm sure you'll hear more of the same from Laura +when she gets aboard." + "I still belong back on my bridge." + "And you'll be there tomorrow. Now John has everything +under control. And rest assured, you'll be more than ready for the +first contact mission." + "Humph," David muttered as he laid back on the biobed, +resigned. He never had been a good patient. + + "So what did I miss while I was gone?" Laura asked as she and +John walked down the corridor between the transporter room and the +turbolift to the bridge. + "Not much," John replied. "We had two months of Neutral Zone +border patrol, four months of odd jobs, and the last six months +were spent exploring and mapping the Omicron Omega and Omicron +Theta star systems. Plus, one of the planets in the Omicron Omega +quadrants has intelligent life. Their civilization is already +pushing outward in space. In fact, they contacted us. That's when +we returned to Federation space. Starfleet feels it's safe to +contact them again, let them know of our existence, and invite them +into the Federation. However, there's one problem that the captain +is worried about." + "If I remember my charts correctly, Cardassian territory isn't +all that far from the Omicron Omega systems," Laura supplied. + "Right. If the Cardassians have ventured out this far, they +might get defensive about our presence there. Especially since the +threat of war is looming over us like the other shoe is about to +drop." + "I can see why the captain may be worried," said Laura. "Amy +mentioned that he might be pushing himself too hard." + "Yes," John replied tersely. + "And," Laura continued, "she said the same might be true of +you, too." + "Well, in either case, it will have to wait a few more weeks +until this mission is over. First thing's first." + "We still have about a week until we reach Omicron Omega. +Spend some time on the holodeck." + "That's what David was doing. Look what happened to him." + "That's not an excuse." + "I know," John said. + + "Finally!" David exclaimed as he stretched next to the biobed. + "Now I want you to take it easy for awhile," Jenna was saying. +"Give that knee a little more time to heal." + "Whatever, Doctor." + "Why do I get the impression that you're not going to listen +to me?" + David only grinned wickedly as he entered a cubicle. He +stepped into the sonic shower and enjoyed the feeling of the sonic +rays as they cleansed him. After a few minutes, he stepped out and +quickly dressed in the grey jumpsuit which was hanging in the +closet. He exited sickbay and went to his quarters. When he got +there, he was pleased to see that John had already fed his pets. +He then entered his bathroom and shaved and combed his hair. Then, +he went to the closet, took his uniform out, and put it on. As he +checked to see that all four gold discs were affixed to his collar +correctly, he had to admit that it felt good to wear them again +after six days in sickbay. Satisfied that he looked well groomed, +he decided to go to the bridge. + David stepped out of the turbolift. John got up out of the +command chair and turned around. "Welcome back, Captain," he said. + David simply stood there and surveyed the bridge. He noted +the quiet efficiency with which his crew worked. It felt good to +be back. + David walked down the horseshoe ramp to the command center and +sat in his command chair. "Ensign, what is our current velocity?" + Ensign Latshaw consulted the helm and replied, "We are +presently traveling at warp seven. We will arrive at Omicron Omega +III in approximately six point five days." + "Thank you, Ensign," David said. "I trust Counselor Flohr is +settled back aboard." + "She is," John replied. + "Good. I think I'll go visit her. You have the bridge, +Number One." David exited the bridge. + + Laura looked around her office. No appointments were +scheduled for today, but she wanted to familiarize herself with the +existing cases aboard. She called up the list of people recently +exhibiting signs of stress. There were only three names: David +Cardillo, John Pierce, and Andrew Claar. All of them had shown +signs of irritation, and this was diagnosed as a result of six +months of inactivity while the Christian was on its mapping +mission. Laura figured that the work on the first contact mission +would cure the affected crew members of their boredom. She deleted +the problem from her agenda. Then, with time to spare, she left +her office and headed for Ten Forward. + + David walked down the corridor to Laura's office and rang the +door buzzer. After a few moments of silence, he tapped the +computer interface panel on the corridor wall, "Computer." + "Working," replied the mechanical, female voice of the +computer. + "Locate Counselor Flohr." + "Counselor Flohr is located in Ten Forward." + A few minutes later, David entered Ten Forward. He gazed +around the room until his eyes settled on two people at the bar. +He recognized them as his bartender, Dave Bailey, and Ensign Kate +Wilson from engineering. Dave had apparently said something that +Kate took offense to because she took her glass and threw the +contents in Dave's face. Kate stormed out of the lounge. + David walked over to Dave as he tried to dry his shirt. "What +did you say to her?" the captain asked. + "I asked her out," replied the bartender. + "And that's why she did what she did?" + "Perhaps it was my style." Perhaps it was. Dave had earned +himself the reputation of a ladies man since the Christian was +commissioned a year and a half ago. + "You never learn, do you?" + "She'll come around, eventually." + "Provided she doesn't hear about your reputation first. +You're lucky. She transferred only yesterday." + "Actually, I think she's already heard about me. That's +probably why she turned me down. So, how's that knee of yours?" + "Better. They finally let me out of sickbay this morning." + "I heard that they had to post a guard outside the door to +keep you in bed." + "Is nothing secret aboard this ship?" David asked +rhetorically. + "It's a small ship." + "It's bigger than that." With that, David surveyed the room +again and found Laura. She was standing in front of one of the +huge viewports and the front of the room. David walked over to +her. + "I think I missed this the most while I was planetbound," +Laura said, gazing at the streaking stars. + "You have windows in your quarters," David said matter-of- +factly. + "They're too small," she said. "Here, I can lose myself in +the stars without feeling indoors." + "I agree," David said. + "So, what was that mission you were off to when I left?" + "Admiral Ahlborn assigned two months of Neutral Zone patrol to +us. Then, she turned to Captain Picard and assigned him a week of +shore leave." + "Well, when you're the flagship of the Federation, you can +afford the life of luxury." + "You got that right. But, I feel that after a year and a +half, we're starting to get our fair share of recognition." + "Is that what has you so wound up all tight?" + "No. It has more to do with the Cardassian situation. You +heard what happened to Captain Picard about a year ago." + "Who didn't?" Everyone had heard about Captain Picard's +capture and torture at the hands of the Cardassians. But, of +course, Captain Picard was released and went about his life. + "Well, with that in mind as we're practically on the border of +Cardassian space..." + "I wouldn't worry." + "I would. Do you know how far away the nearest starbase +facility is?" + "If we're lucky, these people will want membership with the +Federation. Then we can petition them to build a starbase in orbit +of their planet." + "That's what I hope happens." + + At fifteen hundred hours, the senior staff was seated around +the table in the conference lounge. "All right," David began, +"let's review what we already know. Commander?" + "The Kraws are at a technological stage equivalent to Earth's +late twenty-first century," Kara said. + "They have achieved planetary unity and are working together +to venture out into space. Their ships are equipped with a +rudimentary lightspeed travel," Jeff Veenema continued. "They can +travel at point nine seven lightspeed, just under warp one. Their +engines run on nuclear fusion generators since they don't know +about dilithium crystals." + "Preliminary scans of their planet reveal a thriving +ecosystem," Kara said. "However, more detailed scans showed that +there is scarring on the planet surface which could be traced to a +phaser bombardment. Considering how close they are to Cardassian +space, I think it important to confront the Kraws about this topic +and see if we can render assistance." + "I agree, Captain," Lieutenant Andy Claar said. "From what I +saw of their defensive systems, their defenses are very +rudimentary. They don't even have rudimentary deflector shield +technology. Their lasers might damage a ship without deflector +shields, but even navigational shields would make a ship +indestructible against an attack from them. If the Cardassians are +giving them trouble, their trying to defend themselves, but aren't +quite succeeding." + Turning back to Kara, John asked, "Commander, do you have any +idea what the Cardassians could possibly want from the Kraws?" + "The same thing the Cardassians have always gone after: +territory. It would also fit their pattern of devastate and +conquer." + Changing the subject, David said, "Doctor, please describe the +physiology of the Kraws." + "The Kraws are basically humanoid in form. However, they do +have a rather interesting ability: they can change color at will, +much the same as a chameleon," Jenna replied. + "I contacted Starfleet Command a little while ago. Admiral +Duncan agrees with my opinion that the Prime Directive is not +applicable here. At least we won't have to worry about tripping +over ourselves," the Captain said, then tapped his communicator, +"Mr. Latshaw, what is our arrival time at Omicron Omega III?" + "At our current velocity of warp seven, we will arrive in +thirty-six hours and forty-one minutes," Jason replied. + "All right," David said, "you all have about thirty-six hours +to put an agenda together. Dismissed." + + Ensign Wilson sat alone in Ten Forward. Her thoughts were +interrupted when Dave approached her. He was about halfway to her +table when she gave him a cold stare and started heading for the +exit. + "Hey, wait," Dave said, catching up to her. At this point, +they were already in the corridor, and Dave had to almost run to +keep up with her. "I need to talk to you for a minute." + "That's quite all right," Kate said, trying to quicken her +pace even more without running. + "Look, I'm trying to apologize. If you'd just let me--" Dave +suddenly realized that she had stopped and was behind him. He +walked back over to her and tried to ignore the icy stare he +received from her. He took another breath and said, "I'm sorry for +what I said the other day. I don't know what got in me. Usually +everyone ignores my sense of humor." + After a few moments, she finally said, "Apology accepted." + "So, you just transferred over?" + "Straight out of the Academy." + "Have you seen the rest of the ship?" + "I haven't had time. I've been trying to get acquainted with +the way to my quarters and back." + "When do you get off duty?" + "I got off an hour ago." + "In that case, permit me to show you the way around the ship. +After my tour, you'll never get lost again." And so, another +victim fell prey to what the crew called "The Bailey Syndrome." + + + + CHAPTER TWO + + +Captain's Log: Stardate 47510.3 We are now two days away from +the Omicron Omega III star system. So far the trip has been +uneventful, but our proximity to Cardassian space is reason +enough for the crew to remain alert. + +Captain's Personal Log: Supplemental Despite the anxiety I feel +at being this close to the Cardassians' territory, I am rather +excited about our mission. Even though we have been commissioned +for a year and a half, we have yet to receive a first contact +mission. + + David sat back in his chair in his ready room. Since the +Christian would be a week in transit, David had decided to spend +some time reading. But even that was trying on his patience +after awhile. + And then... + "Captain Cardillo, please report to the bridge," Lieutenant +Claar said over the intercom. + "On my way," David acknowledged. + David walked onto the bridge and immediately noticed a +change of atmosphere. "What's the problem?" + "We're receiving an emergency signal," John replied, "from a +Kraw ship." + "From a Kraw ship?" David asked. "If that's so, then that +would mean that they departed from Omicron Omega III within a day +after our departure. Where is the ship now?" + "Approximately three-point-three parsecs ahead of us," Kara +replied. "Their emergency signal barely reached us, but it's +signal intensity is increasing as we get closer." + "ETA?" David asked. + "Two minutes, forty seconds at present speed," Ensign +Latshaw replied. + "Prepare to go to impulse power in about two minutes, then," +David said. "Yellow Alert." + The aft alert indicators turned from an orange hue to a deep +amber. Andy touched a few more buttons on his console and said, +"All decks have reported in." + "Acknowledged," David said. Now there was nothing to do but +wait. + The two minutes seemed to stretch for an eternity. Instead +of the normal bantering, joking, and plain socializing that +usually occurred on the bridge, in fact had been occurring on the +bridge just a few minutes ago, the bridge had a quiet eeriness +disturbed only by the beeps and whistles of the crew performing +their duty and the computer's responses. + Jason's voice, when he spoke, shattered the uncomfortable +silence, "Slowing to impulse power...now." His fingers touched +down on the board, and the stars changed from streaks of light to +fixed positions on a featureless black background. + The Kraw ship with which they were intercepting was almost +indistinguishable from the stars, nevertheless, the crew were able +to spot the ship. + "Magnify," David ordered. Kara input the command into her Ops +console, and the Kraw ship suddenly loomed in the viewer, taking up +over half of the screen. + David looked the vessel over. There was no visible damage to +the vessel, however it was obviously drifting in space. "Open +hailing frequencies." + There was the familiar chirp accompanied by Andy's voice, +"Hailing frequencies open." + "Kraw vessel, this is Captain David Cardillo of the Federation +starship Christian. Please respond." + Since the Kraws did not yet have the technology to transmit a +visual image to the Christian that the Christian's computer would +understand, the reply was only over an audio channel. The voice +seemed to have a slight lisp as it answered, "Captain Cardillo. I +am glad to hear your voice again. This is Captain Almak." + David remembered Almak's voice. It was the voice which hailed +the Christian three weeks ago. "Yes, Captain Almak," David +replied. "How can we be of assistance to you?" + "I have grave news to tell you, Captain. The scaled ones have +attacked our planet. There are three ships. We were sent to seek +assistance from you," Almak said in an almost pleading voice. + Before David could respond, Kara waved him over to her +station. David signaled Andy to mute the transmission, and Andy +nodded in confirmation. "Commander?" David asked Kara. + "All of their power has been directed into communication, +Captain. I've scanned their vessel, and they've crammed their crew +onto the bridge. Their life support has failed throughout the rest +of the ship." + "Open," David said to Andy. After the beep that signaled that +the audio channel was open, he said, "Captain Almak, our sensors +indicate that your life support has failed. I would like to have +you and your crew beamed aboard. We will then use a tractor beam +to put your ship in one of our shuttle bays." + "Tractor beam?" Almak asked. + "An energy beam used to move massive objects and to tow +ships," David explained. + "I'm afraid we have little choice but to agree to your +proposal," Almak said. + "Stand by to beam over, then. Cardillo out." The channel was +closed. Turning to John, David said, "Number One, please escort +them to the briefing room." + "Aye, sir," John acknowledged as he entered the turbolift. + "Mr. Claar, lock on a tractor beam on the Kraws' ship. Store +it in shuttle bay three. When you're done with that, join us in +the briefing room." + "Yes, sir," Andy said. + "Computer, alert all senior staff to report to the briefing +room," David said. "Mr. Latshaw, you have the bridge." David and +Kara exited the bridge as Lieutenant John Jones took over the Ops +station. + The main briefing room was conveniently located behind the +bridge. The room was rather darkly lit with a long table curved in +the same slight curve that the room itself was shaped. There were +door on either end of the room, one leading to the bridge, and the +other leading to a short corridor at the end of which was a +turbolift. Also, at either end of the room, were square +viewscreens linked to the small computer interface panels on the +table surface. Along the forward wall was a large, picture of the +Christian sailing among the stars. However, David was most +impressed with the viewports along the aft wall. He walked over to +the windows and looked out at the stars. The view was impressive, +but not as impressive as the view when the Christian traveled at +warp speed. + The doors on the left side of the lounge hissed open, and +John, with five Kraws, entered the lounge. Almost simultaneously, +the doors on the right side of the lounge opened, and Andy entered. +David gave him an inquiring glance, and Andy said, "The Kraw ship +is secured in shuttle bay three." David merely acknowledged the +report and sat down, as did Andy, Kara, John, the five Kraws, and +Dr. Wadsworth and Counselor Flohr who had entered behind John and +the Kraws. + This was the first face-to-face meeting between the Kraws and +the Federation. Almak, although the average size of a human, even +the appearance of a human, seemed unusually alien. David realized +it was because he was a deep shade of gray. Despite the intense +biological profile obtained from sensor scans, David felt +unprepared for this meeting. When described as chameleon, David +expected Almak to turn the blue or beige or even silver colors of +the briefing lounge, but instead he remained stoically gray. + "Excuse me," Almak said, "but why is everyone here feeling +extremely amorous?" + David almost choked. "Pardon?" + "Your color. Are you feeling amorous at this instant?" + "No," David said carefully. Then it hit him. "Do emotions +contribute to the color of your skin?" + "Of course. Emotions will color our skin before the +environment will." + Another one of the Kraws spoke up, "Are you all the same +color?" + "No," John replied. "Humans can be several different colors. +Plus, many of the other races we have encountered are different +colors than us." + "But," said another Kraw, "you remain the same color +throughout your life?" + "Yes," said Dr. Wadsworth. + "I hate to interrupt," David lied, "but the physiology will +have to wait until later. Captain Almak, please explain why you're +out this far away from Omicron Omega III?" + Suddenly turning a deep shade of purple, Almak said, "The +scaled ones have returned. The ones who raid and plunder our land, +then take nothing. Our sociologists have hypothesized that they do +this to break our wills into submission." + "Cardassians," John muttered. + Recognition flared into Almaks eyes. "You know of them?" + "We've had a war with the Cardassians," David said. "They've +always been after more territory. They've forced people off their +own planets just to increase their empire. Considering how close +you are to their border, these raids aren't too surprising." + Shaking his head sadly, Almak continued, "It takes us years to +rebuild. Then they come and destroy us again. Captain, when we +first saw your vessel a few weeks ago, we thought our destruction +was guaranteed. But you did not attack, and that is why we came to +investigate." + David sat, as did the Kraws and everyone else. "Captain," +David said, "do you ask for our help?" Despite the fact that the +Kraws already were pushing out into space, the laws of the +Federation and the Prime Directive had to be observed. + "Yes," was Almak's reply. A sigh seemed to go around the +table. + "Then we will help you," David said. "Please, tell us +everything." + Almak took a breath and began, "The Cardassians, or whatever +these killers call themselves, have brought about destruction on +our planet for the last one hundred years. Each time, they kill +and destroy without even accepting out surrenders. At first, it +was only one ship which came. We had build a fleet of five ships, +and we had devised a tactical plan after one of the raids. It +worked. We had destroyed the ship. But within hours, three more +ships arrived. Our fleet was destroyed. Since then, they have +come in threes, orbited the planet for days, destroying +transportation equipment, not only destroying us, but making it +difficult to help the injured and dying as well. + "This time around, our fleet of three was launched. The other +two ships were to be a distraction. My brother was on one ship; my +wife on the other. We got away because of their sacrifice." At +this, Almak turned a deep blue, and David saw a tear fall down the +side of his face. + David's own expression remained impassive, as the rest of his +crew looked to him. Turning to Jenna and Laura, he said, +"Counselor Flohr, Dr. Wadsworth, please escort our guests down to +sickbay. Doctor, I want you to give them a thorough examination +to determine what their norm is. Then, start converting the +shuttlebays into emergency triage centers, brief your planetbound +staff to the specifications of the Kraws, and prepare sickbay for +shipboard casualties from our conflict with the Cardassians. +Counselor, once Dr. Wadsworth is finished examining the Kraws, +escort them to their quarters and make your services completely +available to them." + Jenna and Laura nodded as they and the Kraws left the +conference lounge. Tapping his communicator David said, "Captain +to bridge. Mr. Latshaw, at warp nine, what is our ETA to Omicron +Omega III?" + There was a pause, and then Jason replied, "Two hours, +thirteen minutes." + "Make it so," David said. Within moments, the beautiful, +swirling colors of the formation of the warp field filled the aft +windows, then the Christian flew past the stars. + + + + + CHAPTER THREE + + David circled the bridge, waiting for the confrontation which +was now only minutes away. + He waited. + "Approaching Omicron Omega III," Ensign Latshaw said. + "Go to impulse power," David ordered. "Red Alert. Raise +shields. Arm phaser banks and load torpedo bays." + Lieutenant Claar entered the commands into the tactical +station, then looked up at the captain and nodded. + David turned to face the viewscreen. The Earth-type planet +of Omicron Omega III filled the bottom right corner of the +viewscreen. Three Cardassian warships filled the middle of the +screen as they approached the Christian. + David tugged at his uniform tunic, and, straightening, said, +"Open hailing frequencies." + "Frequencies open," Claar said. + "Cardassian vessels, this is Captain David Cardillo of the +Federation starship Christian. We order you to desist your +hostile activities and depart from this sector immediately. +Failure to comply will be interpreted as a hostile action." + The Cardassians continued to approach. + Cardillo looked at Claar, who shook his head. Cardillo +looked back at the viewer and said, "Close channel. Mr. Latshaw, +bring us to 214 mark 30. Mr. Claar, lock phasers on the lead +vessel." + "Phasers locked on target." + "Fire." The deep red phaser beam lanced out of the +Christian's upper phaser ring and scored a direct hit on the +Cardassian vessel. + "Direct hit," Commander Crossland said, "Their forward +armament is damaged. Shields down by two-thirds." + The Cardassians retaliated. A barrage of photon torpedoes +was launched at the Christian from the two undamaged ships. + "Evasive maneuvers!" Cardillo said. Latshaw's hands flew +across the helm, and the Christian banked to the left, avoiding +most of the torpedoes. However, the remaining torpedoes shook +the ship as they impacted with the shields. "Damage?" Cardillo +asked. + "Minor damage to the secondary hull," Pierce reported. +"Shields down by ten percent." + "Captain, the Cardassians are taking position around us," +Claar said. + "Mr. Latshaw, on my mark, execute the Two-Dimensional +Maneuver." + Latshaw tapped his console and said, "Aye, sir." + Within seconds, the three Cardassian vessels surrounded the +Christian in a triangle formation. + "Execute!" David ordered. Latshaw pressed the engage button +on the helm, and the Christian descended two thousand meters at +warp one, then completed a parabolic maneuver which placed it +outside of the Cardassians' triangle. One of the as-yet-undamaged +vessels was directly in front of the Christian. "Fire torpedoes," +David ordered. A spread of five red photon torpedoes shot out from +the Christian and impacted with the Cardassian vessel. The vessel +then became a blazing fireball, which was smothered by the vacuum +of space. Unfortunately, the fireball had provided cover for one +of the other Cardassian vessels, which promptly fired another +volley of torpedoes. Latshaw couldn't even begin to enter evasive +maneuvers. No one could. The ship shuddered and buckled. +Cardillo had grabbed onto the back of Crossland's chair for balance +as the lights on the bridge flickered. "Return fire," David barked +over the confusion. The phasers were again activated, and the +beams contacted with the Cardassian vessel. + "Damage report," Pierce said. + "Shields are down to twenty-three percent," Crossland replied. +"Phasers reduced to one-third intensity. Moderate damage to +primary and secondary hulls." + "What about the Cardassians?" Cardillo asked. + Claar looked up from his tactical station, "The first vessel +we fired upon is leaving at warp three. I'm reading a power build +up in the vessel we just fired upon. It also has a loss of warp +drive and defensive systems. Captain, that vessel has set its +auto-destruct and has set a collision course with the planet!" + "Phaser it!" Cardillo ordered. + "We can't. At one-third intensity, we can only blow it apart +a piece at a time. Time we don't have," Kara said. + "What about torpedoes?" Pierce asked. + "The power couplings for the forward launchers have just gone +off line," Claar reported. + "Lock on a tractor beam," Cardillo ordered. + "Captain," John said, "With all due respect, you're crazy." + "I said lock on tractor beam." + "Tractor beam locking on," Claar said. + "Full impulse power," Cardillo ordered. "Mr. Latshaw, when I +give the order, I want you to bring the engines to a full reverse, +regardless of the strain on the ship. At the same time, Mr. Claar, +I want you to release the tractor beam." + After a few moments, Cardillo said, "Now." The Cardassian +vessel, carried by its own inertia, continued to go forward, while +the Christian's engines whined in protest as the ship reversed its +direction. The Cardassian vessel exploded, and the Christian +rocked gently from the aftershocks of the explosion. + "Bridge, this is engineering," came Commander Veenema's voice. +"What the hell is going on up there?" + "Nothing anymore, Mr. Veenema," David said. "The battle's +over. Begin repairs. I'll be down in a few minutes. Sickbay." + "Sickbay here," came Jenna's reply. + "Doctor, how many casualties?" + "Amazingly enough, there were no fatalities. However, Dr. +Hutts, Dr. Lisem, and myself are in the process of treating the one +hundred and fifty-three injured crewmen. I can beam down to the +planet along with the nine teams of doctors and nurses I've +selected; Hutts and Lisem can treat the burn victims and perform +the surgeries on the three crewmen who need them. Dr. Skonst, Dr. +Stak, and Dr. T'Lats, my Vulcan doctors, are ready in the triage +shuttlebays." + "Stand by to beam down, then," David said. "Number One?" + Standing, John said, "Commander Crossland, Lieutenant Claar, +with me." The trio entered the turbolift. + "Standard orbit secure," Jason said. + + John, Kara, Andy, Jenna, and Almak entered transporter room +one. John had decided that one of the Kraws should beam down with +each away team to explain to the other Kraws that the Federation +officers were there to help. + "I have locations picked out for beamdown sights for all the +transporter rooms," transporter chief Jerry Nowasielski said. + "Phasers on stun," John said. "Don't even draw them unless I +tell you." The away team adjusted their phaser setting +accordingly. Then, they stood on the transporter platform. + "Energize," John ordered. The transporter beam sparkled, and +then the away team found themselves on the surface of Omicron Omega +III. + Through all his years in Starfleet, John had never been +greeted by such a sight. Dead littered the landscape; fires burned +in the background, and the stench of blood filled the air. + A moan was heard. + Jenna took out her medical tricorder and traced the life form. +She stopped when she came to a giant sheet of metal. Turning to +John, she said, "He's under here." + John and Andy tried to lift the debris, but the metal wouldn't +budge. "Whoever is under there, don't move. We'll get you out in +just a few minutes." John took Jenna's tricorder and motioned Andy +to stand next to him. John quickly outlined where the Kraw was, +and he and Andy drew their phasers. Adjusting the phasers to a +setting which would cut through the metal, they aimed and fired. +The metal began to turn red where the phasers sliced through it, +and a rectangle was cut. Within seconds, a section of the metal +was cut away. John and Andy tried once again to lift the smaller +section of the metal, and this time lifted the debris off of the +Kraw. Jenna took her tricorder and passed it over the Kraw. + "He has massive internal injuries, but nothing we can't fix," +Jenna said. She took out her hypospray and injected the contents +into the Kraw. "That should stabilize him." + John tapped his communicator, "Pierce to Christian. Prepare +to beam the injured Kraw to sickbay." + "Acknowledged," came Nowasielski's voice. A few seconds +later, the injured Kraw dematerialized. + The away team spread out, looking for more survivors in need +of help. + + David walked into engineering, a little unprepared for what he +saw. About half of the consoles were strewn across the floor. He +looked around, but couldn't find Jeff anywhere. Instead, he went +up to Jeff's assistant, Lieutenant Ahlborn, and asked, "What the +hell is going on down here?" + "We're picking up the pieces of our little skirmish. Jeff +says to tell you that the next time you decide to take on three +Cardassian warships to give him a little warning in advance." + "I'll keep that in mind," David said, with a hint of sarcasm +in his voice. "Where is Commander Veenema?" + "Somewhere in his office," James said, not looking up from his +work. + David went into the chief engineer's office and found Jeff +sitting on the floor with a stack of isolinear optical chips in +front of him. "Up for a game of dominoes?" David asked. + "Sure," Jeff said. "Want to see all of our key systems go +down?" + David got to the point, "How long will repairs take?" + "A good couple of hours." + "I was hoping for something a little more specific." + "I can't give you anything specific. We're still uncovering +the damage. I can tell you this: if any more Cardassians show up, +we haven't got a prayer." + "Exactly which systems are affected? Engines? Defense? +Communications?" + "Everything seems to be in the defense systems, however a few +subsystems here and there have collapsed. We won't be combat-ready +for at least three hours." + "And then?" + "Maybe fifty percent on shields and phaser intensity. I think +I can safely say that you'll have full photon torpedo capability, +but I won't guarantee anything just yet." + "Is that the best you can do overall? Or just in three +hours?" + Jeff faked being stabbed through the heart. "Just three +hours, sir. I should think that, given enough time, I can have +everything back in the ninety percent area." + David smiled and said, "Good. Keep me apprised. In the +meantime, I'll contact Starbase 155 and ask for assistance. +Hopefully, at warp nine, a vessel will be here in three to four +days. If we can just last that long..." + "Captain, you know that there's a good chance that the +Cardassians will be sending more vessels. They don't take a slap +in the face too well. In the meantime, I'll do my part down here." + "That's all any of us ask of you, Mr. Veenema." + + David entered his ready room, sat down at his desk, and opened +the intercom channel to the bridge, "Bridge, contact Starbase 155 +on a secured channel." + "Acknowledged," came the reply from the tactical officer on +duty. While waiting for the connection to be established, David +figured that since Starbase 155 was closer to Omicron Omega III +than Starbase 157 was, relief aid would hopefully arrive in only a +few days instead of a week. + The connection was finally established, and the face of +Admiral Charlotte Byrd appeared on the desk terminal. "Captain," +she began, "have you arrived at your destination?" + "Yes," David said. + "I trust all is well?" + "Not exactly." David related to her the events of the last +few hours. "I'm requesting emergency assistance. We'd be kidding +ourselves if we believe that the Cardassians won't respond to +this." + Byrd nodded in agreement. "We'll send the Monitor and the +Excalibur. Have you established contact with the planetary +government?" + "Not yet. Our teams beamed down to the planet less than +thirty minutes ago. I'm not sure if their Prime Minister is alive, +but I'll send word for them to look for him." + "Without an official request from the planetary government, +for help, I can't authorize preconstruction materials for a +starbase to be sent with the Monitor and the Excalibur." + David sighed. "Admiral, these people need our help now. They +have requested it. I know it's not the planetary government, but +in light of the possibility that there may not be a planetary +government anymore..." + "I can sympathize with that. But the Prime Directive and +Federation and Starfleet regulations are quite clear..." + "On our mission to help people who request it. The +Cardassians have been oppressing these people for a century, +interrupting their natural course of development. I cannot accept +the fact that we're supposed to just let these people fend for +themselves while innocent people die. They've asked for our help, +and I believe we should give it to them." + Byrd took a moment to absorb all of this. Then, almost +grudgingly, she said, "I'll see what I can do. But I'm still going +out on a limb. I hope you find that prime minister or whatever +because it'll sure make my life a lot easier." + "Understood," David said, a smile starting to form. + "The Monitor and the Excalibur, even at warp nine, won't +arrive for nearly three days. I'll pray for your chief engineer. +In the meantime, use your discretion and judgement according to the +situation. I suggest you go on silent running, lest the +Cardassians come prepared for all three ships. Byrd out." The +screen flashed the END TRANSMISSION message, and faded back to its +black screen. + + "Damn!" Jenna exclaimed as yet another Kraw died. So far, ten +Kraws had died despite her efforts to stabilize them. In an +attempt to fight her exasperation, she tried to think about the +thirty Kraws she had sent to the ship already. As in to help her +in her efforts, John walked over to her. + "I've just reported in," he said. "The other twenty-three +away teams have beamed up over two hundred survivors. The ship has +also completed a detailed orbit; we've gotten just about everyone +we can help. Once we're finished in here, we're returning to the +ship." + Andy ran another scan of the building that they were in. +"Commander, I have another life reading. Over there," Andy pointed +to the far end of the room were the twisted remains of a computer +were. + Andy and John pulled the debris away as Jenna prepared her +instruments to try to save this poor person. Finally, John and +Andy had pulled enough of the slag away that the Kraw's head and +shoulders were visible. Then, they got on either side of him and +John said, "On three. Ready, one, two...three." Together, they +hauled the Kraw away from the debris. + Jenna passed her tricorder over the survivor. He had lost a +large amount of blood, and Jenna soon saw why. + His right hand was missing. + Jenna quickly injected a combination of drugs into the Kraw +which would stabilize him; and she quickly sealed the gaping wound +of the Kraw's stump. + Andy looked up from his third and final reading and said, "I +detect no other life forms in this building." + "Good," Jenna said, packing up her medkit. "We're finished. +I need to get him to sickbay and fix his hand." + John tapped his communicator, "Pierce to Christian. Six to +beam directly to sickbay." John, Kara, Andy, Jenna, Almak, and the +injured Kraw dematerialized. + + The away team beamed into a sickbay that was bustling with +activity. Upon seeing the injured Kraw, three nurses immediately +attended to him, placing him on a surgical biobed. + Jenna was already galvanized into action, "Hutts, T'Medreks, +Miller, prepare for surgical prosthetic replacement." + The remainder of the away team departed sickbay so as not to +be in the way. Once they were in the corridor, Almak said, +"Commander Pierce, I must speak with you." + "About?" John asked. + "That survivor." + "He'll be all right," John said. "Dr. Wadsworth is going to +give him a prosthetic right hand. The only problem will be getting +the new skin to change color like the rest of him will be able to." + Almak nodded, "That is good to hear, but it was not what I was +concerned about." + "Then, what?" + "That man is Prime Minister Bodum." + + Dave escorted Ensign Wilson into Ten Forward. "You need to +take a break more often from those repairs," Dave was saying. + Kate shook her head, "I can't. Commander Veenema wants us to +be combat-ready as soon as possible in case the Cardassians decide +to follow up on their previous attack." + "Humph," Dave said as he went behind the bar. "Well, anyway, +let me get you something to drink." + "Uh, no, I don't think..." + Dave had already replicated a glass of something. As he was +carrying it over to where Kate was sitting at the bar, the glass +morphised into a heap of replicated plastic, spilling the contents +all over Dave's shirt. + "Oh well," Dave said, stripping off his shirt and putting it +on the replicator platform. "I'll just put it through the wash and +dry cycle." Before Kate could object, Dave's shirt disappeared. +About thirty seconds later, something sparkled at the replicator. +When the process was complete, Dave removed the liquified remains +of his shirt which were in a container. + "That's what I wanted to tell you," Kate said. "One of the +subsytems that crashed was the replicator systems. We've been +getting reports from all over the ship. People replicate things, +but the state of matter changes. One guy's meal vaporized right as +he was about to start eating it." + Dave simply looked at the remnants of his shirt and whimpered, +"My shirt." + + John, Kara, Andy, Jenna, and the captain were seated around +the briefing room table. "Your report, Number One," David said +without preamble. + John straightened, "The planet has suffered a very devastating +attack, however the people are recovering quickly. One of our +stops was at the local hospital. We had supplies beamed down, and +that helped to alleviate their troubles. Doctor?" + Jenna spoke up, "We still have a dozen teams on the planet. +They seem to be doing well down there with the facilities they +have. In the meantime, on board ship, we have some five hundred +refugees in the triage centers. Hopefully, they can be returned to +the planet within the next few days. In fact, since my Vulcan +interns are so adept, some of them are already being sent home." + "How are they handling all of this, Doctor?" Cardillo asked. + "Laura's the best one to ask, but offhand, I'd say they're +handling this rather well. Some of the patients have had +prosthetic replacements and skin grafts, but they're coping well." + "In fact, it's one of the prosthetic-receiving patients that +we need to discuss," John said. "We found the Prime Minister." + Cardillo sighed. "Well, that get's me off the hook." + The intercom beeped, and Dr. Hutts' voice came over, "Sickbay +to Dr. Wadsworth." + "Go ahead," Jenna said. + "Doctor, Prime Minister Bodum is starting to regain +consciousness." + + David walked into sickbay and up to Bodum. At the moment, +Bodum was talking to Jenna about his new prosthetic. "So, you say +it will work as well as the original?" he asked. + "Better, in some ways. But first, you'll need some therapy." + "And you say that my skin will be able to change color again?" + "Once the skin grafts finish healing, which will be in a +couple of days." + "Thank you, good doctor," Bodum said. + "Prime Minister," David said, "I'm Captain Cardillo." + "Captain," Bodum said, "I'm very glad to see you. Please, +tell me the status of my planet." + "It's in good hands," David replied. "Our teams have been +planetside all day. However, the stamina of your people is +remarkable. The uninjured are already effecting repairs, and we're +offering assistance." + "Tell me, will you be able to protect us?" + "For the time being. Two other starships are on their way +with planetary defense systems. All I need is an official +statement that you are requesting them." + "I'd be pretty stupid if I didn't request them." + "Good. All you have to do is tell my superior that when Dr. +Wadsworth releases you from her compound. The starships will +arrive in a few days, and the defenses will be installed within a +week or so. Also, if you so desire, we can put a starbase on your +planet." + "In that case, I guess I'd better apply to your Federation for +membership." + "If you want to. On the other hand, if you don't want to +apply for membership, we will still provide you with the necessary +defenses." + Bodum seemed to be in a state of shock. He was, quite +literally, white. "You would do all of this for us? What can I +possibly offer in return?" + David simply smiled and said, "You owe us nothing, except +maybe your gratitude." + "You have that. Thank you so very much, Captain. The +Cardassians have oppressed us for so long that we forget that there +are others in this Universe with compassion." + Then, Lieutenant Claar's voice came over the intercom, +"Captain Cardillo, please report to the bridge. We have a serious +problem." + + CHAPTER FOUR + + David walked onto the bridge and went over to Lieutenant Claar's +station. "What's the problem?" + "Sensors just picked up a Monga-Class vessel entering this +sector. The vessel is travelling at warp nine point three, and +will arrive in approximately fifteen minutes," Claar reported. + "Computer," David said, "have all senior staff report to the +bridge in five minutes." Then, to Claar, Cardillo said, "I'll be +in my ready room." + Five minutes later, Cardillo came out of his ready room, +stood at the center of the bridge, and said, "We have a problem. +The Cardassians have decided to retaliate. They are doing so +with one of their new Monga-Class warships. According to +Starfleet intelligence reports, this new class of warship is the +Cardassian response to the Federation Galaxy-Class starship. It +all boils down to this, at peak condition, we'd have a run for +our money. I've decided that our best chance lies in separating +the saucer section." + "Captain," Commander Pierce said, "I formally protest your +decision. The Christian stands a better chance if she remains +intact. If we were to separate, the saucer section would be at a +great disadvantage." + "Objection noted, Number One," David said, then turned to +Jeff, "Commander Veenema, what is our current defense status?" + Veenema straightened, "Not good. Shields are still at only +sixty-seven percent operation. Phasers are at fifty-nine percent +intensity." + "Now, what would those stats be if we were talking about the +stardrive section only?" + "Shields would be in the ball park of eighty percent; and +phasers would be in the seventy percent range. But, if we get hit +by a Monga-Class warship, those numbers will deteriorate pretty +quickly." + "So the objective then becomes, don't get hit. The stardrive +section has greater maneuverability without the saucer section, so +therefore evasive maneuvers will be our saving point. It's +something the tacticians haven't come up with that I'm willing to +gamble on. And please, if anyone has any better ideas, your input +would be appreciated." + Crossland spoke up, "Instead of leaving the saucer section as +a sitting duck, couldn't we hide it in the planet's ocean?" + "That's a good idea," Veenema said. "With all the marine life +forms, the saucer section would be well hidden. Plus, it's the +last place I'd look for a starship." + David considered it for a moment. The engines of the saucer +section would be able to function in the planet's atmosphere, and +they would also work under water with no harm to the marine life. +It would also be able to go to any depth without worry of water +pressure because the structural integrity field would certainly be +able to maintain the hull integrity. The only problem would be +entering the planet's atmosphere. "Can the shields of the saucer +section enable the ship to enter the planet's atmosphere without +burning up?" he asked. + Veenema consulted his console, "They should. Without having +to worry about the stardrive section, entry into the planet's +atmosphere should be rather smooth." + "Good," Cardillo said. "Commander Crossland, since this was +your idea, you'll take command of the saucer section. Number One, +Lieutenant Claar, Lieutenant Jones, Mr. Veenema, report to the +battle bridge. Doctor, how long will it take to clear people out +of shuttle bays two and three?" + Jenna consulted the console next to where she was sitting. +She was actually a little surprised at the results herself. "Not +long. My Vulcan interns have sent most of our patients home +already. There are only 137 Kraws left on board, thirty-seven of +which are in the stardrive section. It'll only take a few minutes, +and I'll get started on it right away." + Cardillo noted that John was still on the bridge; the others +having reported to the battle bridge. "Is there a problem, +Commander?" + "Yes," John said. "I think I should command the saucer +section." + "No. I need you to be at the helm. Besides, if I leave you +in charge of the saucer section, it's likely that you'll violate my +next order." David turned to Kara, "If the battle section is +destroyed, you are not to leave the planet until the Monitor and +the Excalibur arrive." + "Understood," Kara said. + "By the way, Commander, you realize that it hasn't even been +hypothesized that the saucer section can hide in an ocean of a +planet. According to the books, if a saucer section enters a +planetary atmosphere, it's usually for an irrecoverable crash +landing. I sincerely hope that you're able to keep the saucer +section salvageable." + "Well, we'll be landing in water. Water gives way. Land +doesn't." + David nodded and entered the turbolift to the battle bridge. +When he arrived, he received the message that, instead of just +removing the Kraws to the main shuttle bay, they were being +evacuated to the medical facilities on the planet; and that Captain +Almak was lightening the load a little by taking some of the other +Kraws to the planet via his ship. David watched the Kraw ship head +for the planet on the viewscreen. "Status of the Cardassian +vessel?" he asked. + "They've slowed to sublight speed," Claar reported from the +tactical station behind David. "Arrival time in seven minutes." + "Crossland to Cardillo. Ready for separation." + "Proceed," David said. + "Saucer separation sequence initiated," Crossland said. + The sound of the docking latches being released and the +connections being pulled free and sealed reverberated throughout +the ship. On the viewscreen, David watched as the saucer section +raised above the stardrive section and proceeded forward. + "Docking latches clear. Separation sequence completed," +Veenema reported from engineering. + "Saucer velocity at 400 kph and increasing, sir," Lieutenant +Jones reported from Ops. + "Commander Pierce, lay in an intercept course for the +Cardassian vessel. Three-quarters impulse," David said. + "Course laid in, sir," Pierce said. + "Engage." + + "Entering upper atmosphere," Lieutenant Scott reported. + "Shield status?" Kara asked. + "Holding, Commander," Lieutenant Fraser reported. + "Take us in," Kara said. + The saucer section entered the planet's atmosphere. On the +viewscreen, the bridge crew watched as the friction of the shields +impacted with the atmosphere. + "Hull temperature at 4000 degrees celsius and increasing," +Lieutenant Ahlborn reported from the engineering station. + "Maintain course," Kara ordered. The saucer section continued +its descent. + "We're passed the upper atmosphere," Latshaw reported. + "Hull temperature falling," James said. + On the viewscreen, instead of the customary stars, the crew +saw clouds, beneath which was the wide, blue ocean. In was an +unusual sight, to say the least. + "Ensign, slow to 100 kph." + "Aye, Commander," Jason said. His hands touched down on the +helm, and the saucer slowed. + Kara tabbed the "buttons" on the armrests of the command +chair. She made a few calculations, then said, "Continue +deceleration and put us at a thirty degree angle of descent. +Shields at five percent power." + "Entering ocean," Jason reported. The saucer section splashed +into the ocean. Everyone had to grab their stations as the saucer +impacted with the water, but once the saucer was under water, the +jarring was reduced to swaying as the waves toyed with the +starship. + "Mr. Latshaw, level us off. Mr. Ahlborn, adjust inertial +dampeners to compensate for the water currents." The orders were +acknowledged. "Ensign, maneuvering thrusters. Take us down ten +kilometers." Jason complied. + "Ten kilometers," Jason reported. + "All stop," Kara said. "Thrusters to station-keeping." Kara +got up from the command chair and approached the viewer. The +starship's running lights illuminated the depths of the ocean. The +bridge crew was able to see the myriad numbers of marine life, as +well as the many coral formations on the viewscreen. Kara simply +muttered, "`To boldly go where no one has gone before.'" + + "Open hailing frequencies," David ordered. + "Frequencies open," Claar reported. + "Cardassian vessel, this is Captain David D. Cardillo of the +U.S.S. Christian. We wish communication with you." + The screen flickered with the scaled face of a Cardassian who +said, "I am Gul Markon. You have no business in this sector." + "On the contrary. We are investigating Omicron Omega III; +they are in the process of applying for Federation membership." + "I repeat: You have no business in this sector. I suggest you +leave. Otherwise there may be some...unfortunate...incident." + "Is that a threat?" + "It is a suggestion." + "I'm sorry, but we can't leave just yet. We are providing +relief aid to the planet." + "I'm sorry to hear that." Markon cut the communication. + "Close channel," David said. "Any move that ship makes, match +it." + The Cardassian vessel moved off to the right, and the +stardrive section blocked its path. The Cardassians tried the +left, but the stardrive section wouldn't let them pass. The +Cardassians fired, and Pierce successfully evaded the attack. The +two vessels tumbled through space, firing at each other. The +Christian scored a good number of hits on the Cardassians, +effectively depleting the Cardassian vessel's shields, but the +Christian herself continued to dodge the Cardassians weapons. + John was doing a good job at the helm; and Andy was a good +shot at tactical. + "Engineering to bridge. Were starting to overload down here," +came Jeff's voice. + "Hold on a while longer, Mr. Veenema," David said. + The Cardassians fired another barrage, and John entered +another set of commands into the helm, which was starting to become +sluggish. This time, John wasn't able to completely evade the +attack. The shields absorbed most of the attack, and the Christian +shuddered violently. + Once David regained his bearings, he looked at the viewscreen. +He was staring right at the Cardassian vessel. "Fire all weapons!" +he ordered. Phasers and torpedoes leapt forth from the Christian +and contacted with the Cardassian vessel. The Cardassian vessel +was pushed back. + "We got 'em," Claar reported. "Most of their systems are down. +However, they are starting an energy buildup into their weapons +systems. Looks like they're putting everything into one final +blast." + "Evasive maneuvers," David ordered. Nothing happened. Then, +the bridge lights dimmed. "Damn! We're in trouble now," David +said as he watched the Cardassian weapons start to glow. + "The computer has initiated an emergency shutdown of the +engines due to radiation leaks and overloads," Jones reported. + "Emergency manual override. Depressurize the docking clamps, +the turboshafts, everything you can that will push us down," David +said. The docking clamps and turboshaft seals were opened, and the +oxygen exploded into space, pushing the Christian down and out of +the way of the Cardassian blast. The beam passed through where the +Christian had been just seconds before. "Depressurize shuttle bay +two," Cardillo ordered. "Divert all remaining energy into the +weapons systems. Hold for my order." + Shuttle bay two was depressurized, and the Christian began to +spin around. On the viewscreen, David was able to see the +underside of one of the warp engine pylons of the Cardassian +vessel. "Fire phasers," he ordered. The phasers fired and sheared +off the pylon with the accompanying warp engine. The Cardassian +vessel rocked with interior explosions. "Fire torpedo," David +said. A photon torpedo contacted the Cardassian vessel, and the +vessel exploded entirely. David sat in the command chair and +breathed a sigh of relief. But it wasn't over yet. "Damage +report." + "Coming in, sir," Claar said. "Functioning on emergency +power. We have several radiation leaks which have been sealed by +emergency doors and bulkheads. Seventeen people in sickbay with +radiation wounds. Commander Veenema is attempting to restore +auxiliary power, but can't give a time estimate yet." + "So we wait," David said. + + "Commander, there's something out there," Lieutenant Fraser +reported from the tactical station. + "On screen," Kara said. The viewscreen flickered back on and +showed the depths of the ocean. There was an indiscernible object +at the center of the screen. "Magnify." The object became larger. +"Increase to fifteen times." The screen flickered again, and a +large, whale-type animal appeared. "Lieutenant Scott, sensors. +What is it?" + Julie ran her hands over the board and said, "It's a mammal +approximately fifty feet long. The computer has identified it as +a whale species." + At that moment, the creature obviously took notice of the +Christian and started approaching it. "Decrease magnification," +Kara ordered. The screen flickered again, but the creature still +was nose-to-nose with the Christian. "It obviously moves fast," +Kara commented. + "Receiving a transmission," Fraser said. + "On speakers," Kara said. A type of melodic sound emanated +from the audio speakers on the bridge. It wasn't quite whalesong; +this had more bass. + "Is it possible that it's trying to communicate with us?" +Laura asked. + "Computer, analyze transmission," Kara said. + The computer chirped and said, "Signal patterns indicate +intelligence. Insufficient data for translational matrix." + The whale nudged the Christian, and the ship rocked gently in +response. + "Shields?" Fraser asked. + "No," Kara replied. "It's just playing with us." + Within the next few moments, the whale swam about two hundred +feet out and back, twice, and nudged the Christian each time it +returned. + "Commander," Laura said, "I think it wants us to follow it." + Kara sat in the command chair and, after a few moments, said, +"Make it so. Impulse power, Ensign. Keep thirty feet between us." + "Aye, Commander," Latshaw said. + This is interesting, Kara thought. This ship was designed to +sail through space, and here we are sailing through an ocean. + The creature moved incredibly fast, and Ensign Latshaw had to +maintain one-third impulse power to keep up with it. Then, the +creature slowed and stopped in front of a rock formation. The +whale looked toward the Christian, then at the rocks, and then back +at the ship. + "Sensors?" Kara asked. + Julie tabbed her console, "A lot of rock, but I am picking up +life form readings behind it. The readings are identical to the +creature we've encountered, but there are fifteen of them behind +the rocks. It appears that they are trapped within the area +surrounded by the rocks." + "So, that thing out there is asking for our help," Laura said. + "Shall I ready the phasers?" Fraser asked. + "No," Kara answered. "The heat from the phasers will vaporize +the water surrounding the beam. The power it would take to cut +through those rocks would have us in boiling water for the next +three kilometers. Plus, the vibration from the beam would probably +cause an underwater rockslide." Kara paced the bridge. +"Transporter chief." + "Nowasielski here," came the reply. + "Mr. Nowasielski, please report to the bridge." + "On my way." + "You can't be serious," James said from the upper deck. + "Do you have any better ideas?" Kara asked. James didn't +reply. "Well, then, there you go." + Moments later, Jerry Nowasielski walked onto the bridge. "Mr. +Nowasielski, please use the Mission Ops station to beam fifteen +whale-like animals out of that rock formation and into the +surrounding ocean," Kara said. + "Give me a moment," Jerry said, sitting down at the station +next to the engineering station on the upper level of the bridge. +"I have to compensate for their size and for the rock I have to +beam them through. I take it that this is a sight-to-sight +transport?" + "I seriously doubt that they'll fit in anything smaller than +the shuttle deck," Kara said. + "Ready," Jerry said. "This will take a lot of power, by the +way. I'll need thirty seconds between transport for recharge." + "Understood," Kara said. + "Energizing," Jerry said. The bridge lights dimmed slightly, +and a few seconds later, there was the familiar blue-white sparkle +of a transporter beam, followed by the whale it contained. The +bridge crew watched the viewscreen as the beam solidified into the +whale creature. No one on the bridge could suppress a smile as the +two whales nuzzled up against each other. + + "Entering standard orbit," Commander Pierce reported. Under +their best speed, one-quarter impulse, the stardrive section +resumed its orbit around Omicron Omega III. + "Hail the saucer section," David said. The latest report from +Jeff was not good. + "Frequencies open," Claar said. "On viewer." + The viewscreen flickered, and David contemplated how odd it +was to see his bridge from this perspective. He stood and said, +"Commander Crossland, we've survived the battle. However, we've +sustained considerable damage. We won't reconnect until sometime +tomorrow. We have a number of radiation leaks which is prompting +us to evacuate the stardrive section, with the exception of a +skeleton crew and the patients and personnel in the auxiliary +sickbay. Ready the transporter rooms." + "Uh, sir, we can't do that just yet," Kara said. "We're +engaged in freeing some trapped whales with the transporter. Mr. +Nowasielski estimates that the transporters won't be ready for +another hour." + If David's jaw was two inches lower, it would have hit the +deck. The events of this day were bizarre, and he was sure +Starfleet Command would enjoy reading the reports on this one. +However, he recovered quickly. Straightening, he said, "In that +case, prepare to receive me in the shuttle bay. Cardillo out." +The viewscreen flickered off. "Commander Pierce, you will take +command of the stardrive section and oversee repairs. Mr. Claar, +Lieutenant Jones, report to shuttle bay three." + + The shuttlecraft angled towards the planet. + David paced the aft section of the shuttle. "I just can't +believe it," he said. + "You object to what she's doing?" Jones asked. + "No, not at all. If they're beaming whales all over the +place, then that means that the saucer section is intact. I just +can't believe how bizarre this day has been. Between the +Cardassians and everything else, it's nothing short of a miracle +that no one has been killed on this mission." The two officers +simply shrugged. The trip through the atmosphere was uneventful, +as shuttlecraft were designed to go through planetary atmospheres. +However, when the shuttlecraft went under water, the occupants were +mesmerized by the view. "Activate flood lights," David said as the +shuttle went deeper into the ocean. + The view was majestic. Colorful fish schools swam in front of +the viewport. Coral reefs gave the impression of an underwater +community which, in essence, they were. David felt as if he was +one of those sea creatures himself. + The next sight was just as impressive. Illuminated by her own +running lights, the saucer section of the Christian came into view. +The starship's colored and flashing running lights added an +interesting aura to the sight; a sight David thought he'd never +see. Now, he had seen his ship surrounded by both thousands of +stars and thousands of fish. Then, something massive swam in front +of the shuttle. "That must be one of the whales Kara is saving," +David commented. + Andy opened a channel, "Shuttlecraft nine to Christian. Stand +by for docking sequence." + "Proceed, shuttle nine," came Ensign Wray's voice. The +shuttle skimmed over the top of the saucer section, then turned to +face the main shuttle bay. The door was raised, and the +atmospheric pressure field was activated. The shuttle passed +through the field and landed on the deck. + David walked onto the bridge. "Commander Crossland, continue +with your efforts. Notify me when they are complete." + "Aye, sir," Kara said. + David walked into his ready room. For some reason he felt +compelled to look out the window. Something looked back. +"Curiouser and curiouser," he mumbled. + + David walked into Ten Forward. Within the last five hours, +Kara had completed her whale rescue, the stardrive had been +evacuated of all nonessential personnel, and the Christian was now +sailing on the surface of the ocean instead of underneath it. +Plus, David had gone on a rather interesting walk, and had a nice +talk with Prime Minister Bodum. + He sat down at the bar, looking out the viewport as he did so. +Ten Forward was one of those decks that was still under water, so +he was able to watch the fish swim by. + "Greetings, Captain," Dave Bailey said. + David nodded. "Hi, Dave. Interesting day?" + "Every day's interesting. How was your walk?" + "How did you know about that?" + "I told you before. I see everything. I know everything. My +spies are everywhere. So how was it?" + "Unbelievable. I never thought I'd walk on the hull of my +ship and sit on the primary phaser banks. I never thought I'd be +able to read the name and registry number on the hull without +looking through a viewport, much less run my fingers over the name +Christian. You know, I've seen a lot since I took command of this +ship. The beauty of the stars. The mystery of a nebula. And now, +the wonders of the ocean. If all that isn't proof that there's an +artistic God, then I don't know what is." + "And Bodum was there to see it, too?" + "Yes. Looks like we'll be adding a new member to the +Federation. We had some cultural talks and did some negotiating. +The formalities are all that's left." + "That's good. When are we leaving this ocean?" + "Not until morning." + "Good," Bailey said, hopping over the bar and walking over to +the person who had just entered the lounge. "Ensign Wilson, if +you'll come with me, I'll take you on a date you'll never forget." + David had no doubt as to where they were going. He had an +idea to play a cruel joke with the ship's deflector shields, but +decided against it. + + + + + + CHAPTER FIVE + +Captain's Log: Stardate 47520.6 It has now been two days since +our last encounter with the Cardassians. Most of our time has +been consumed with the completion of repairs and with +negotiations with Prime Minister Bodum. I just hope that the +Monitor and the Excalibur arrive soon. + + David walked onto the bridge in response to the Red Alert +klaxon. "What's the problem?" he asked. + John replied, "Three Monga-Class Cardassian vessels entering +this sector." + "Any word from the Monitor or the Excalibur?" + "Not yet," Andy replied. + "Move to intercept," David ordered. + "Aye, sir," Ensign Latshaw said. + Minutes later, the Christian was once again facing the +Cardassians. "Open hailing frequencies," David ordered. + "Frequencies open," Claar reported. + "Cardassian vessels, this is Captain David D. Cardillo of +the starship Christian. Please respond." + Nothing for a moment, and then the screen flickered, "I am +Gul Torom. Are you the same vessel which has destroyed four of +our vessels?" + "Maybe," David said slowly. + "We will not stand for this," Torom said. + "Fine. Sit down if you must." + "We claim Omicron Omega III for ourselves." + "Sorry. The Federation is currently in negotiation with the +government of Omicron Omega III for Federation membership. At +the request of the government of Omicron Omega III, I might add." + "We will take what is ours." + "There is nothing of yours here. Now, a Federation presence +will be established in this sector. I suggest you go home and +tell your superiors that the Omicron Omega system is not up for +grabs." + "I think not. I believe we can persuade you that this will +be futile. You are one ship. We are three." + "There are vessels on the way," David said, hoping that +those self-same vessels would arrive before it was too late. + "You are bluffing." + "Maybe," David said again, slowly. + "Prepare to die." The channel was closed. + "Mr. Claar," David began, "shields to full. Arm phasers and +photon torpedoes. Lock on to the Cardassian vessels." He paused +for a moment, then said, "Sorry, everyone, but it doesn't look like +we're going to survive this one." + An alarm sounded from Kara's panel. + "Captain, two vessels coming out of warp. Identified as +U.S.S. Excalibur and U.S.S. Monitor," Kara reported. + David grinned. "Mr. Claar, open a channel to the +Cardassians." + "Channel open." + "Gul Torom, it seems that there are now three of you and three +of us. Leave now." + There was tension on the bridge for one minute. Two. The +Cardassians and the Federation starships sat there in space, +neither faction backing off. Finally, there was a response. + The Cardassians warped out of the sector. + Cheers went up on the bridges of all three vessels. + + The reception in Ten Forward was going rather well. + David was talking to the captains of the other vessels. +"Captain Hullinger, you arrived at the most appropriate moment. I +thought we were gone." + Captain Greg Hullinger of the Excalibur shrugged and said, +"Well, I bailed your ass out of trouble enough times when we were +at the Academy. That's two you owe me." + David chuckled. "I'll do my best to pay you back. Seriously, +I want to thank both of you," he said to both Greg and Captain +Stacy Mandichak. + Jeff Veenema came up to them, "Captain, a moment, please?" + "Excuse me," he said. He and Jeff stepped over to the bar. +"What's the problem?" + "I just wanted to report that the warp engines are back on +line. I've requested Starbase 155 to be ready to replace our warp +coils. Other than that, we can depart in two days as planned." + "Are the starbase materials for Omicron Omega III ready?" + "Yes. They'll know what to do with the materials before we +leave." + "And I wanted to thank you for that," Bodum said. "We are +forever in your debt." + David shook his head. "No. It's our mission to seek out new +and different life forms." This mission had certainly been full of +that. Either with the Kraws themselves, or with the Sooler, the +whale-like creatures. + That prompted David to walk over to Commander Crossland. +"Commander, may I have a word with you?" + "Yes, sir," she said. They walked to a less crowded area. + "I wanted to commend you on your performance while you were in +command of the saucer section. You'll be writing the book on the +procedure of landing the saucer section of a Galaxy-Class vessel in +an ocean. I've placed a commendation on your record." + "Thank you." + "You know, I wasn't too sure about it at first, but I'm glad +to have you on my ship. Your input has proven to be extremely +valuable. I just wanted you to know that. And that I also +appreciate your friendship." + She simply smiled at him, and he smiled back. + David walked through the lounge, simply enjoying being with +his crew, his friends. Maybe, he thought, their mission was not +only to explore the Universe, to seek out new and different life +forms, but also to explore the inner reaches of the heart and soul. +If that was the case, then the mission would probably never end. + David looked out the viewport and saw Omicron Omega III, and +he thought about all his crew had done for that planet. The Kraws +wouldn't have to worry about the Cardassian attacks anymore, and +they could start advancing their society, especially with the +Federation's help. But also through that viewport, he saw the +thousands of other stars waiting to be visited and explored. Then +he looked around Ten Forward and all of the people under his +command; the people whom had placed their trust in him. A trust of +which he had no intention of betraying. + "You okay, David?" Captain Hullinger asked. + David was pulled rom his reverie and answered, "I'm fine. +Everything's fine." He smiled and joined in the celebration. + The Christian sailed through space. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd1 b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..136c141d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd1 @@ -0,0 +1,488 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!usc!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!bonnie.concordia.ca!nstn.ns.ca!ac.dal.ca!vt102 +From: vt102@ac.dal.ca +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: A meets D (Repost, ask and ye shall get) +Message-ID: <1992Feb26.122121.3813@ac.dal.ca> +Date: 26 Feb 92 16:21:21 GMT +Organization: Dalhousie University, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada +Lines: 477 + + + It was a cold night. Absolutely cold. Absolutely dark, and +very very empty. In the distance, if there had been eyes to see +it, they would have seen a sight that few people at all ever see +(unless they go to movies a lot). + Travelling at well over warp one, warp two, or a whole lot +of other warp factors, came the U.S.S. Enterprise, NCC-1701-D, +the new version, and we shall follow them through their newest +adventure on board the new enterprise, in this, + +STAR TREK, THE NEXT GENERATION MEETS THE FIRST GENERATION (AND +MAYBE SOME IN BETWEEN) THE MOTION PICTURE (EVEN THOUGH IT'S +REALLY THE SEVENTH STAR TREK FILM). + + "Captain's log, stardate 4321.0. We have been in orbit of +the Earth of 1991 for two weeks. after we came here to escape the +Federation's pursuits of the Enterprise after our saving of the +klingon-human peace treaty. They wanted to decommission this +vessel, but they will not succeed. I intend to run until I can no +longer, or until my toupee needs washing." + With a satisfied look on his face, Captain James Tiberius +Kirk replaced the automated log recording module into its +receptacle, and looked at the viewscreen. It was currently +showing a view of a drive-in movie somewhere outside San +Francisco. "It's a bitch to park this thing in one of those +little spaces, and why try to sneak the entire crew into the +trunk of a car when we can watch it from orbit anyway?" Kirk had +said to Spock in their token argument over laws. On the bridge +were Kirk, Spock, Chekov, and ensign Booger, manning the helm in +Sulu's absence. As usual, Chekov was staring intently at the +screen while Spock and Kirk made bets as to how long it would +take for him to blink. + "Captain, I find it most unusual as to why Mr. Chekov would +not desire to blink his eyes while regarding the movie. +Furthermore, It seems totally illogical that he would be so +interested in the human sexual act anyway. Five credits says he +won't blink till it's over." said Spock in his dry way. + "Spock, how can you say that? of course he's staring at the +movie! This is Debbie does Dallas! It's a classic! how can one +not stare? By the way, Spock, why are you still calling me +Captain? Try to be more casual." + Spock thought this over. Naturally, the captain would side +with Chekov, they were both human. And as for his being more +casual in the future, he would try his best given the research +into this era's slang and popular speech he had done. + "Mr Scott, this is Kirk. why don't you come up to the +bridge, we should be trying to get back home soon, and I want to +make one final bet before we leave. Chekov looks like he's in +some kind of coma." + "Well, sirrr, I'll trrry mae best, but Ae dinna know if Ae +can make it up now. Put me down for twenty though." came out of +Scotty's voice, down in engineering. + "Very well, mr. Scott, I'll put you on the board. You should +make it up sometime though, come on, try it! you may like it!" + "Er, well, sir, Ae'll trrry, but Ae'm going over some, +aaahhh, things down here, and Ae'll drop up later. hee hee" + "Mr Scott, was that a laugh I heard? A female laugh? One +that sounded in the midst of sexual ecstasy?" Kirk looked into +the intercom. + "Ahhhhh, no sirjustanoisemustgonowScottout" + + Kirk smiled to himself in happiness. "It's about time that +bastard got laid" he thought to himself. "Spock, are your +calculations ready for the return to our own time period yet?" + Spock turned from his station to look at Kirk. "better try +some of that casual speech now" thought Spock to himself. + "Kirkaromski, asking for the calculations, yeah baron von +kirk miester, the big Kman, Kirk-a-lurky, one and only +kirkalonious, Evel Kirkaneviel, yeah." + "Ah, Mr Spock, what do you think you're doing?" + "Jimboooooo, asking me what I'm doing, the space stud, the +man in charge, the grand fromage homme, Lord duke Jim." + "Mr Spock maybe you can try a different for of casual speech +next time. do you have those calculations?" + "Sorry sir. The calculations are ready. I guessed the hell +out of them this time." + "Good work, Spock. We leave orbit in one hour be ready." +----------------------------------------------------------------- +----------------------------------------------------------------- + + "Captain's log, stardate 8943.2. The Enterprise has been +ordered to starbase 126352347651293864196 in order to pick up a +former crewman and friend -Wesley Crusher, and take him on as a +fully commissioned member of the crew. His results at his +graduation were revealed to be the best ever, and it is for this +reason that I have given him his old spot on the bridge, as +helmsman. While we are at starbase 126352347651293864196, we will +also be fitted with a new type of experimental warp drive, said +to be able to produce speeds greater than transwarp drive and +even greater that the rise of inflation." + "Captain, I'm picking up our destination on sensors now. +should we place in a standard orbit around the starbase, sir?" + "No Data, let's try something a little different, shall we? +I want you to initiate a saucer separation and place the +stardrive section in orbit backwards, and the saucer rolling +along behind it. Understood?" + "Very well, sir. Saucer now separated, settling into planned +orbit now." + "Damn! thought Pickard to himself."Nothing fazes him!" +Pikard looked at the broadly grinning face of Riker, and +grudgingly handed him ten credits. "Next time, Will." Said +Pikard. + + In engineering, Laforge looked lovingly at the diagrams of +the ship on the wall before him. Then, removing his visor, he +took a strip of paper, turned around three times, then wildly +stuck the paper on the wall. On the paper was a picture of a warp +Nacelle. Putting his visor back on, he looked at dismay at where +he had put it. it wasn't even touching the ship. "Well, Reg, +looks like you win again." he said to Reg Barkley. "I'm getting +tired of this game. There must be some better way of passing time +than playing pin the engine on the ship." + "Well," said Barkley "We could go down to La Holodeck for +some fun and times." said Barkley with an expectant look on his +face. "Wanna go?" + "Sure, sounds great. Let's go." said Laforge as they walked +out. + + hey arrived on holodeck 4, the largest one on the ship. It +was lucky for them it wasn't booked. "what program do you want to +run, Reg? sports?" asked Laforge. He felt like a good game of B- +ball. + "Ah, sure, Geordi, let's try one of mine." said Barkley +absent-mindedly." Doesn't matter which one, I guess." + "Fine," said Laforge. "Computer, Initiate Barkley sports +program, random selection." + "Acknowledged, initiating program five." said the computer. + For a minute, Barkley waited, the looked shocked. "NO! +COMPUTER! CANCEL PROGRAM FI-" It was too late. Before them stood +Deanna Troi, wearing a leather bodysuit with holes cut for the +breasts and crotch. She was holding a whip, and screaming for the +two of them to take of their clothes before the program stopped +and then disappeared, leaving Geordi and Barkley to stare at each +other. + "Ah, Geordi, let me explain. You see, ..." + "Don't try to explain Reg. I don't want to know. Tell you +what. you go back to engineering, I'll catch up in a little +while. Since I'm here, I may as well get some work done. " + After Barkley left, Geordi looked around, and moved to go +himself. before he got to the door, he said "Computer, copy +program Barkley five and name the duplicate Geordi five-b." + He was about to do a test run before the red alert sounded. +------------------------------------------------------------ +------------------------------------------------------------ + + On the bridge, Everything was as normal, except there +was a red alert on and every one was desperately trying to +perform their duties, report to the captain, and think of an +excuse to stand beside Worf so that they could look down Troi's +uniform top like he always does. + Pikard came out of his ready room and moved for the command +chair. He was about to ask what had caused the alert when he saw +it on the screen himself. There was a greenish nebula-like haze +in front of the ship, also orbiting starbase 2634673547365167. + "Data, reunite the saucer section, and raise shields. Riker, +I want you to- Riker? What the devil is everyone doing at Mr +Worf's station? Riker, get down here!" + Everyone looked startled, then cleared their throats in +unison and shuffled off to their stations, leaving worf to look +pleased and Troi looking confused at what every man on the bridge +found so interesting about Worf's console. When Riker sat down +next to Pikard, he said, "Captain, this mass appeared in orbit a +few minutes ago. I sounded the red alert when Lt. Worf detected a +solid mass forming in the centre of it." + "very well. Mr. Worf, what do sensors show now?" + "Still indeterminate yet, sir, but it seems to be a +starfleet vessel of the constitution class, with some battle +damage, and a bad paint job." Said Worf in his subwoofer voice. + All eyes but Worf's were fixed on the viewscreen. In the +middle of the mass, a ship came out. everyone recognized it +instantly, except for Wesley, but that was only because he didn't +have his contacts in. + "it's the enterprise A!" said Riker loudly. the intercom +buzzed. + "Captain" said Guinan from the intercom" Is everything all +right up there?" + "Guinan, what do you mean?" + "Well, this doesn't seem right somehow." + "OF COURSE IT'S NOT RIGHT YOU DIZZY BITCH! A STARSHIP JUST +CAME OUT OF A TIMEWARP STRAIGHT AT US! DOES THAT SOUND NORMAL TO +YOU?" + "Actually Captain, I meant it seems a little hot. Could you +turn down the ship's thermostat a little?" + "Oh, sorry. there." said Pikard, twisting the big dial that +took up the entire left panel on the arm of his chair. The knob +on his other panel was what switched the main viewscreen between +an external view and HBO. + "My God! " said Pikard. "Is that what I think it is? Is +that the Enterprise A?" + "Wasn't that ship destroyed years ago?" asked Wesley, +squinting at the screen in between putting in his contacts. + "That is correct Wesley. The Enterprise A was destroyed +exactly 87.346744743 years ago in battle with the Ferengi, after +the Federation's first contact with that race." + "Recommend we destroy that ship, and take their women, sir." +said Worf in his usual manner. + "Mr Worf, that is one thing we cannot do. By destroying that +ship, we may be damaging the future. And besides, how can we get +their women? we can't beam them out , their shields are up." Said +Pikard. + "Data, transmit to the Enterprise A: This is Jean-Luc Pikard +of the Enterpr- I mean the, ahhh, boob! yes, that's it! This is +The Boob. Do you require assistance?" + + On Board the Enterprise A things were just as bad. + "Spock, sensor scan. What kind of Ship is that? " Said Kirk. + "Big one" Thought Spock as he leaned over his sensor hood +and hoped that McCoy wouldn't take this opportunity to goose him +like he usually does. "The ship conforms to starfleet +construction standards, sir, but there have been many +advancements made. Also, I detect a WHOA!" Spock yelled and stood +straight, everyone on the bridge looking at him and McCoy, +standing behind him and trying to hold in his laughter and still +stand up. + "Doctor, please. this is serious. Spock?" said Kirk. + + "Yes, sir. As I said, that could be a federation vessel in +the future. It is probable that we have overshot our mark in the +time jump and have arrived in the future. That could be the next +class of starship." + "Right. Send to the unknown ship. This is the starship +Enterprise. We are lowering shields and allowing you to beam +over." + + Riker turned to Pikard. "Captain, I want to get over there." + "Make it so, number one. " said Pikard. + Riker Stood up, and surveyed the bridge personnel. "Data, +Worf, Deanna, let's go." + Beaming directly to the bridge of the Enterprise A, the away +team startled the crew quite a bit... + "AAAAAAAA!" screamed Kirk, as Troi's busom appeared directly +if front of him. Chekov instantly looked her over, and got his +stare started up again. They didn't find Worf quite as +attractive. + "What the hell is a Klingon doing on my ship?! Get him off!" +Yelled Kirk. + "Captain, I'm Wil Riker, First officer of the Enterprise. In +the future, the Klingons are our allies. I think the best course +of action here is to get you all back to your own proper time +period so that the timelines won't be distorted any more than +they have to be. For these reasons, I think it best if nobody +from your ship beams over to the Enterprise D, and we isolate +ourselves as well, in order to prevent the kind of thing your +weapons officer is trying." + All eyes turned to Chekov, where he was leaning over his +console, talking to troi and sneaking in a quick feel where +possible. He was about done his contour mapping of her body when +Riker landed a hand to the back of his head. "Lay off, Russkie! +she's my babe! Go find yourself some cheap sweatie down in +engineering or something!" He bellowed, causing Chekov to bolt +for the turbolift. just before the doors closed, he gave his +destination. "deck fifteen, Lighthouse section!" + "Well, then, I guess that's that. I agree totally with you, +Riker. I'll not beam any of my crew over to your ship, and you +will do likewise, except to go back yourselves. But this I have +to know: who wins the world series, 2344?" Said Kirk. + "Well, ahem, ahh, I really should be going now." Tapping his +communicator, he said to beam back the away team."We'll contact +you when we have our calculations done. by the way, the winners +are ..." Just then the transporter cut in, and the team vanished. + "God damn it! Why do the transporters always make things so +frigging hard for me to find out things?!!" Asked Kirk. + "Captain, I do not think you should have asked such a thing +of Riker. He is a Starfleet officer, and it is against +regulations for us to gamble, or to condone it." Said Spock. + "What the hell do you think we were doing while Chekov was +watching that movie then, you stupid pointy-eared dry faced never +laughing green blooded quim head?" asked McCoy angrily. + "Doctor, It is illogical for you to think you can insult me +by calling me green blooded, since that is what I am, and nothing +can change the fact. It would be as fruitless for me to attempt +to insult you by reminding you of your IDIOTIC PRACTICE OF +FEELING UP YOUR FEMALE PATIENTS EVERY TIME THEY GO UNDER +ANISTETHIC!!!!" + "Oh yeah? Well I wouldn't feel you up if you were a female +deltan, you freak!" screamed McCoy. + "Gentlemen, gentlemen, that's enough of that for now. Spock, +call Chekov back to the bridge, and assume a standard orbit +behind the Enterprise D. Doctor, I want you to apologize to +Spock." + "Why do I always have to apologize? He always starts it!" +asked McCoy + "Come on doctor, do it." said Kirk. + "Oh, all right. Spock, I'm sorry you're a quim head" McCoy +said, then ran laughing off the bridge before anyone could catch +him. + + Back on the Enterprise D the away team had just gotten back +to the bridge. Riker took his seat, and let out the hugest +farting noise anyone has ever heard. Getting up, he grabbed the +woopie cushion and held it in the air. + "All right, who's the wise guy?" He asked. + "snicker snicker" + "Lt. commander Data, is something funny?" said Riker. + "No sir, I think I may have(snicker) gas. " + "I see, well, see that you get yourself fixed." said Riker +as he sat back down in his seat, on a second woopie cushion. At +this, the entire bridge crew erupted in laughter, even Pikard. + "No damn respect" Riker said to himself under his breath. + "Captain, the starbase has completed the installation of our +new experimental warp drive and we are to proceed to the Beluga +sector, there to begin testing after we assist the return of the +Enterprise A to its proper time period." reported Data. + "Very well, Data. Plot a course to the Beluga sector and +proceed at warp three. Engage." + The two starships tore off at warp three, but Kirk wasn't +too happy about that. + "Is warp three all those boneheads can manage?" asked Kirk +to himself. "Engineering, this is the captain, we're going to +race to the Beluga sector, can your damn bairns take the strain?" + "Well, sir Ae can git warp 9 and change out of 'er, but I +cannae do better than that for ye." + "Roger, Scotty. We'll do what we can." said Kirk with a +smile on his face. "prepare for top acceleration, ensign Booger." + "You got it, guy" said booger, as he put his hand on the +warp shift lever, and got ready on the clutch." + "Spock, scan the Enterprise D. What can their engines do in +comparison to ours?" queried kirk. + "Perhaps the Captian would be more receptive to a new form +of casual speech at this time." thought spock. "Well, homey," he +said, as he put on a pair of dark glasses, "She's a bitchin' ride +capie, but but don't forget that this sled can haul ass too +boyeeeeee!" As he finished his statement, he crossed his arms +with his index fingers out, as he had seen users of this dialect +do. It failed to achieve its intended affect, though, and left +the entire bridge crew to stare at him. + "What the hell did you say, Spock?" asked McCoy. + "I said we have a good chance at beating them, Doctor, did +you not understand me?" + "Understand you? I don't even know what language you were +using!" the doctor was becoming upset. + "Well, doctor, I managed to understand it, and it's a +version of YOUR language. So there." + "Oh yeah?!" McCoy said, "Come here and say that, pus-face!" + Spock was on his way to get him when he thought of a better +idea and just ripped his chair out of its mount and lobbed it at +him, across the bridge. McCoy dodged it, and started throwing +various things back, that were lying around his side of the +bridge. Spock was going for his phaser when Kirk stepped between +the two. + "All right, all right you two! Doctor, I'm afraid I'll have +to ask you to leave the bridge." Kirk said, trying to sound as +kind as he could. + "awww! You always punish me, never the Vulcan! Why do I have +to leave?" McCoy said. + "Spock stays because he works here, now go!" Kirk said, now +getting angry himself. + McCoy pouted, then shruged off the bridge. + "Engine room, begin buildup for jump." said Kirk into his +chair. + "Aye'Aye sir." said Scott and turned off the intercomm. He +got up, and moved over to a large lever set into the floor in the +center of engineering. "All right, yae dirty dictator, you want +speed, here it is!" scott said and pulled the lever from "NORMAL +USE" past "FAST" and "REAL FAST" right into "SUCK THEIR DOORS +OFF!" + + + On the Enterprise D, Data's sensors piked up the surge. +"Captain, I am picking up an energy buildup on the Enterprise A. +It is consistent with the buildup needed for a sudden jump in +warp speed." he said, worried. "I think they want to race" he +said. + "So they want to race do they?" said Riker. What do you +think sir?" + "Well, we can't let that bunch of old men go back in time +without showing them who's boss, can we?" Engineering, this is +Pikard. Prepare to engage maximum warp." + + For a while, the two ships stayed at warp three alongside +each other, revving their warp engines, and the crews of each +ship gathered in the windows facing the other vessel, and giving +them the finger, and other assorted rude gestures. Then the +Enterprise A took a long run, and shot out a good two lengths in +front of the Enterprise D. Pikard took this as the final straw, +and ordered warp 9. The Enterprise D's engines flashed a blue +light, then the ship stretched out like it was made of rubber, +then snapped away at warp 9. On the viewscreen of the Enterprise +A, the crew watched, amazed. + "Great warp effect." said chekov. + "OK, that tears it!" said kirk, and got on the intercom. +"All hands, prepare for warp 9.5! Scotty, let's get those +bastards!" + The Enterprise A whimpered, then took off down a tunnel of +pretty rainbows. + + "Captain, the Enterprise A has accelerated to warp 9.5, and +is gaining on us! At her present speed, she will overtake us in- +oops, there she goes." on the viewscreen, the Enterprise A shot +by, with the words 'Eat Our Warp Field' hastily painted along her +back. Pikard took one look at this, and turned to Data. + "Data! can we catch them?" + "We are now at warp 9.65, sir. we will catch them in ten +seconds. " said Data, but then he looked at his console. " +Captain! the Enterprise A has now accelerated to warp 9.9!" She's +getting away!" + Pikard jumped from his seat, and strode to the centre of the +bridge, between the ops and navigation consoles. "Damn them Data! +go to warp 9.999!" + " Aye, sir, warp 9.999 engaged." data checked his readings, +then looked at Pikard. "Captain, the Enterprise A has matched our +speed and is still out in front." + " By how far?" asked Pikard. + "Approximately 230.328646856 kilometres, sir." + "Time to the Beluga sector?" + "Our E.T.A. is now one hour, thirty eight minutes, sir." + "Pikard to engineering. Mr Laforge, I want you to engage the +new experimental warp drive. We can't let ourselves get beaten by +a starship almost eighty years old!" + "Yes, sir. I'll power up the new drive, and have it engaged +in about a minute." said Laforge over the intercom. + Down in Engineering, Laforge strode around, looking over +everyone's shoulders. "Ok, people, I want the new drive running +now! let's go!" + Laforge sat at his console and began diverting power from +the ship's schools and civilian section life support to the new +warp drive. Designed by professor Mitchell, Graduate of the +Bill&Ted Institute of awesome engineering, the new warp engines +could propel the ship to into 'Gnarlywarp', said to be even +faster than the Boguswarp drive, which failed in the experimental +stages. Laforge powered them up, checked the circuits, and +engaged the drive. + On the screen of the Enterprise A, the Enterprise D emitted +an even bigger flash from her engines, red this time, then +stretched away from the Enterprise A again, corkscrewing this +time. Seeing this, Kirk knew he was beaten. He slumped into his +seat, and ordered to proceed to the Beluga sector. When they got +there, the Enterprise D was sitting in the centre of the sector, +revving their engines and locking up the front space brakes so +that the ship peeled around in circles. When the Enterprise A +approached, it stopped spinning, and came to a rest so that the +two ships faced each other. + "Captain Pikard, this is Kirk. You won this time, but you +cheated by using those special engines. Next time, I'll have the +Excelsior. " + Pikard stood, looking at Kirk on the screen. "We'll see, +Kirk." he said, turning to worf and running his hand by his neck. +Worf cut the connection, and Pikard went back to his seat. + "Data, transmit the coordinates of the black star to the +enterprise A, and tell them that they may proceed with the +timewarp any time." + "Aye sir, the Enterprise A has received the transmission and +is proceeding to the specified coordinates." + "Transporter room, this is Kirk. do we have that little +suprise ready?" + "Aye, sir. Ready to go." + "Energize." said Kirk, kowing he would have the last word +for now. + + As the Enterprise A shot around the star and back to its own +time, Pikard turned to Riker and sighed in relief. "Well, thank +God that's over." he said to Riker. "Pikard to engineering, how +did the new engines perform?" + "Well enough to send that old crate packing, sir. It was a +good test. Recommend that we return to starbase +126352347651293864196 and report." + Pikard was about to agree, but then the bridge was filled +with the faint humming of a transporter beam, which grew steadily +louder. Seconds later, the bridge was filled to the ceiling with +tribbles, Clogging LaForge's visor, making annoying squishing +noises under Data's feet, and chasing Worf into a corner with a +trrified look on his face. + "Data! forget the starbase! beam these things off my +bridge!" Pikard ordered. + After the tribbles had disappeared, Pikard sat in his chair, +annoyed. "Data, I want you to start making calculations for a +time jump. We're going after those bastards!" + Minutes later, they were ready. Data plotted the course, and +Wesley came back from the bathroom. He was spending more and more +of his time there these days. + "Data" Pikard said, "let's get those pricks once and for +all! Gnarlywarp factor 5. Engage." + + LA END for now. + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd2 b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd2 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c6c60c05 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ameetsd2 @@ -0,0 +1,310 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!ispd-newsserver!psinntp!nstn.ns.ca!ac.dal.ca!vt102 +From: vt102@ac.dal.ca +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: A meetds D THE SEQUEL +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.214212.3783@ac.dal.ca> +Date: 24 Feb 92 21:42:11 -0400 +Organization: Dalhousie University, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada +Lines: 299 + + + A Meets D II, The Wrath of Spock + By: Steve Tonner + + + + "Captain's log, stardate 3675.9. The enterprise has been +ordered to the polaria cluster to investigate a strange rippling +effect in time. If studies of this time disruption are +successful, Starfleet intends to use it for research into +historical matters and my revenge against Kirk for his little +joke." Pikard stabbed the log button with his thumb, noticing a +tuft of fur under the button. " Those tribbles Kirk beamed over +are still bugging me, even though they were all gotten rid of. If +this plan works, Kirk will be VERY sorry." thought Pikard to +himself. + The Enterprise D Would arrive at her destination in three +hours. + + "Captian's log, stardate 1234.5. The Enterprise has been +ordered to the polaria cluster to investigate a rippling +distortion in time itself. Mr Spock seems to think it could be a +gateway that had to have been artificialy created. As a personal +aside, I am growing concerned about Spock. His attempts to use +more personal speech forms have grown worse and worse since our +encounter with the Enterprise D, and if this keeps up I will have +to do something about it." Kirk stopped the recording on his log +module and looked thoughtful. when they got to the cluster, +things on the ship would relax, since they'd be hanging around +the cluster for weeks researching it. Practical jokes are +definetley going to increase, eventually getting out of hand. +Kirk hoped he wouldn't have to stop things without resorting to +disintegration. Just then, Spock screamed. all eyes turned to +him. He was hopping around at his station, eyes wide. + "Spock! what is it? Are you all right?" kirk asked. the last +time this happened, it turned out to be a premonition of the +Enterprise's salad bar malfunctioning. + "It is all right, captian. while I was scanning the cluster, +my underwear seems to have been jerked upward, causing..." + "Spock, Spock" kirk interrupted." Are you telling me you +just got a wedgie? That's impossible. McCoy was nowhere near you. +he isn't even on the bridge!" Kirk said + "Not so, Jim!" Said McCoy. Kirk watched amazed, as McCoy +popped out of nothingness on the bridge. "Scotty was +experimenting with the transporters, so I got him to beam my hand +up here, to give Spock his little wedge-o-rama, then beam me up +just after. neat, huh?" McCoy was all smiles, breathing all over +the bridge. the stink of alcohol was prominent. + "Doctor, have you been driking?" asked Kirk. + "ah, nooo, this is a new mouthwash. It's called 'eau d'ho' +Really classy, huh?" + "Doctor, as you know, assault on a superior officer is an +offense." Spock said. "You must consider yourself under +arrest..." + "No way! I'm not under arrest! besides the captian's my best +freind! isn't that right, Jimmy?" McCoy knew he would win this +little one. Kirk agreed that some relaxing of regs was going to +be done so this mission could be carried out more efficently. He +was moving up to talk to Spock, then shouted 'NOW!' and they both +grabbed spock. McCoy hypo'ed him, and he promptly fell to the +floor, unconscious. + "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked Kirk. McCoy +nodded, and they carried him off the bridge. If the practical +joke wars were going to start up on his ship, Kirk didn't want to +be outclassed by a bunch of junior cadets. As they left the +bridge, Kirk put Chekov in command, ignoring his comment that the +art of practical joking was invented by a little old lady from +Lenningrad. + + "we have arrived at the Polaria cluster, Captian." said +data. + "Excellent, commander. Begin standard scanning pattern 45." +Pikard ordered, smiling. + Data looked puzzled. "Captian, we do not have such an +established scanning pattern." + "Data, don't you remember the update sent on scanning +patterns from command?" Pikard sounded concerned. + "No, sir, I do not. Perhaps my memory has not fully +recovered from the damage done to it by That Sutteran, who +blanked the crew's memory to take the Enterprise." + "Perhaps you are right, Data, tell you what, just start +pattern 23." Pikard said this, then whispered to Riker "Got 'im +that time, pay up." Riker paid him. Pikard had finnaly gotten +Data flustered about something. There's hope yet. + "Course laid in and engaged, captian. At least *I* still +have my memory of the things I did while I was under the effect +of the shipwide memory blankout." said Roe, from the nav station. +As she said this, she slyly glanced back at Riker, who winced at +her look. She was going to have fun teasing him about last week' +episode. + "Sir, security reports a disturbance in security. It seems +Mr. Data has consumed radioactive food and is acting strangely." +Worf said. + "Contaminated food? How did it get contaminated?" asked +Pikard. just then Wesley groaned. + "Sir, " said Wes "I think I had something to do with that. +You see, I was doing an experiment for my energy dynamics class. +I put a photon torpedo in the galley, to see the effects it would +have when the crew was poisoned." + "You poisoned the crew, for an experiment?!" Pikard +screamed. When Wes nodded, Pikard gave him a good slap to the +head. Then he piked Wes out of his seat, and punched him, laying +him out on the floor. Pikard started kicking him, and soon Riker +joined in. Pretty soon everyone was having fun dancing on Wes's +body, and Riker was just tying the noose when he remembered Data. +He told worf to follow him to ten-forward, where the security +report said Data was. + + When they got there, Riker said to worf, "Was there any +report of just what Data was doing?" + "No sir. It said he was not behaving dangerously, just +oddly." Worf looked dissapointed, and Riker picked up on it. + "Don't worry, worf. I'm sure you'll be able to shoot at +smoething before this is over." Worf visibly cheered up at this, +and they went throught the doors. + "Hooo-kay, boyeee, get this!" Data said as he jumped across +the room to the crowd of terrified people and hugged the nearest +woman to him. "I'm so sad. but you love me, right?" Data asked +her. she nodded, and glanced over at Riker and Worf. Data noticed +them, and ran over. "Hi!" he said. "I love you both. sit down and +tell me strange things that start with an 's'." + "hmmm. On second thought, Worf. Hose him." + "YES SIR!" Worf hadn't been this happy since the day his +mother beat him silly for his birthday. He drew his phaser and +zapped Data, who fell to the floor. + + On the Enterprise A, things were progressing as normal. They +had been examining the time anomaly, and nobody had even noticed +that spock was missing. Chekov was off the bridge, in engineering +with Scotty. + "And then, " said Chekov, "Kirk just takes meester Spock off +the bridge, and McCoy with heem. I hawen't seen heem seence." + "Don't worry, son. Spock is like a corpse in a river. He may +dissappear, and someone may worry, but he'll pop up sooner or +later, and everyone will forget him." Scott said. It was time +like these that Scott was glad he picked up that wise sayings +book in regulus. + "But Meeser Scott, aren't you vorried about him? " Chekov +asked. + "Not at all. It was probably just a practical joke. Now get +ready, the camera's about to start." he pointed to a vidcam set +up, aimed at them on the couch. when the red light came on, that +meant they were live, being broadcast to every planet in the +federation. As the free acess subspace channel ad was on, Scott +took his guitar and got ready. Chekov did the same with his +drumsticks. when the announcement was over, they screamed +'Pavel's world, Pavel's world, Party on Pavel, Party on Monty' +Their latest episode had begun. + Spock woke up in a turbo lift. Looking around, he started to +remember what had led up to this situation. He was wondering +about the value of just knocking someone out and stiking them on +a lift until he stood up. Kirk and McCoy had stripped him, and +put him in a dress. searching his pockets, Spock found only a +quarter in one of them. as the turbolift stopped, Spock looked at +the doors and saw his reflection. They had put makeup on him. As +the doors opened, the ensign who was talking to her freinds +stopped, looked at Spock, and passed out. The others cracked up +laughing, and Spock walked past them, trying to hide his face. +When he got to his quarters, they were locked, and he had to pick +the lock with the quarter. Thirty minutes later he emerged, in +proper uniform this time, and slipped into a service accessway to +plan his revenge. + + The Enterprise D had just completed their survey of the time +Anomaly. Therefore, the Red alert sounded just then. + "Bridge, this is Pikard. What's the problem up there?" + "Captian, this is Riker. we were just finishing up the scans +of the time ripples when one of them struck us. Data has +recovered, and seems to think that we were transported through +time somehow. " + "Very well, number one. I'll be up shortly." Pikard got out +of bed, and put on his uniform. + "What's wrong, Jean-Luc?" asked Beverly Crusher. + "Probably nothing, Bev. Go back to sleep." Jean-Luc made a +mental note to serve red max wine more often when they had dinner +together. + As he arrived on the bridge, he had to tell everyone to get +away from Mr. Worf's station, again. he went over to Worf. "Mr. +Worf, just what is it that makes your station so interesting? I +mean, there isnn't even a... then he noticed he could see down +Troi's top, and grinned. He looked at Worf, and smiled. Looked +like Worf was adapting to starfleet after all. + Pikard sat down in his chair. "Status, number one." + "Yes sir. we were enveloped in a piece from the time anomaly +and the sensor maps changed. It would seem that we have travelled +back in time roughly eighty years." + "Eighty years?" Pikard asked. + "yupperino, captian." iker replied. "That means we're in the +Enterprise A's time. + Pikard smiled and gave the order to search for the +Enterprise A, then glanced down. "Hasn't anybody removed Wesley's +body yet?" Pikard asked to the bridge in general. Worf stepped up +to him, apologized, and promptly picked Wes up and tried stuffing +him into the disposal chute. He wouldn't fit, so he just tossed +him in Pikard's ready-room. + Pikard went to the door of the bridge washroom. "I'll be +reading, Number one. Inform me as soon as we locate the +Enterprise A. " Pikard was thirsty for his revenge. + + But the Enterprise A found them first. + + "Keptin, I am reading another starship in the sector. +Captian! it is the Enterprise A! they found us!" said Chekov from +the science station. + "Red alert, raise shields." said Kirk. "bring us around +behind them." + When the Enterprise A was in position, Kirk asked, "Do they +know we're back here yet?" + "No, Keptin." said Chekov. + "Ok, then. prepare a boarding party. I want full armaments. +Uhura, pipe me through the ship." + "You're on, sir." Uhura said + "Crew, this is the captian. We are sending a boarding party +to try to capture the Enterprise D. Let's kick these guys +friggin' ass, boiz!" + The boarding party gathered in the transporter room, and +beamed over. Materializing on the Bridge, Kirk, Chekov, and three +security men drew their phasers and pointed them at the crew on +the bridge of the Enterprise D. "All right, freeze! Everyone get +back or we'll shoot!" said Kirk. The Bridge crew complied, but +Kirk noticed something. "Hey, Where's Pikard? " he asked. + "He's uh, gone. I don't know where. "Riker said. He knew +that if the captian wasn't captured, there may yet be hope. + "But commander, don't you remember? The captian went to the +bathroom right over there." Worf said. Everyone in the Enterprise +D's bridge crew moaned and slapped their foreheads. Worf looked +around nervously. "oops." He said. After Kirk had gotten Pikard +out of the bathroom, he surveyed them all. + "Well, Pikard, looks like i win after all, Don't I?" gloated +Kirk. "Ok, set phasers to kill. Let's blast them and take this +ship." Kirk ordered the security men. + The men drew their phasers and aimed them at the bridge crew +of the Enterprise D. The pulled the triggerrs on the phasers- and +they fell apart in their hands. Nobody was more surprised than +Kikr. + "Damnit!" He yelled. "Dribble phasers! This could only be +the work of Spock!" Just then, Spock's face appeared on the +viewscreen. + "Well, Jim, seems I have the upper hand." The screen +blanked, and the Enterprise A fired her phasers, but against the +Enterprise D's hull, all they did was put black marks across the +flame job they had painted on at starbase 54. + The screen came back on right after. Spock didn't look so +pleased this time. "ahhh, Captian, I must report myself for being +bad. Sorry" + "Beam me back Spock." Kirk said. "this boarding party has +failed. + "No way, Kirk. You tried to Kill all of us. You won't get +away with this." said pikard. + "oh, yeah, sorry about that," said kirk "guess i haven't +been feeling that well lately." + "Never mind, you may leave." Pikard said, then he whispered +to Riker "As soon as he is back on the Enterprise A, disable her +warp drive and put her in a tractor beam. + Kirk and the rest of his men dissolved in the transporter +beam. when they were gone, pikard yelled" fire phasers! disable +them!" two beams erupted from the saucer section, and cut the +warp nacelles cleanly away from the Enterprise A. + "Now let's have some fun!" said Pikard as the tractor beam +locked on. He ordered a series of fast manouvers, heavy on the +dips and rolls, until every single person on the Enterprise A was +bazooka barfing at full pressure. + When pikard came up on the screen, which was covered with +puke, he laughed. + "Well, Kirk. It would seem that your inertial dampener is +not so powerful as ours is. Do you surrender?" + Kirk looked up from his chair's built-in puke receptor. +"Fine Pikard. Have it your way. We surrender." Just then the +Enterprise A broke away from the tractor beam, to the amazement +of the crews of both ships. The Enterprise A swung off and to the +front of the Enterprise D on her impulse engines, and this time +fired photons. they struck the navigational array, and destroyed +it. kirk was frantically trying to figure out who was doing this, +while Pikard was trying frantically to raise his shields. + The Enterprise A fired again, and hit her warp engines. She +lost her warp drive then, as well. While the bridge of the +Enterprise D was in flames, Spock's picture again appeared on the +veiwscreen. + "Well, Pikard. I knew you would try to take this ship once +Kirk returned to it, but I took it back. Yo ustill have your +superior weapons and can destroy this ship, but what will that +avail you? your navigational arry is gone. you can go nowhere, +even if you had your warp drive. There is nothing left for you +but to return to your time through the time anomaly we are near, +and call for help. You may have outraced us once, but I am the +winner here. + + Pikard was flabbergasted. he was blown away. "ahh, but, um, +you see..." was all he could get out. Riker stepped in. + "Fine Spock, you win for now. but rest assured, You haven't +seen the last of us." Riker cut the connection, and manouvered +the Enterprise D back to her own time. "Fine. "he thought to +himself. "Score: D=1, A=1. But watch out for the tiebreaker." + + The End + + Standard copyright stuff, + etc. +  + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amiga2.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amiga2.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..066580c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/amiga2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,463 @@ + Ok, h{r {r del tre fr}n den of|rb{tterligen M Smithwich... + + Mycket n|je / Zaphod + +------------------------------------------------------------------------- +From: mike@ames.arc.nasa.gov (Mike Smithwick) +Subject: Re: ac +tivate Spam detectors +Keywords: blast 'em all +Organization: NASA Ames Research Center, Moffett Field, Calif. + +[] + +Just when you thought it was safe to get back on net.news, +comes. . . + + >>> AmigaTrek - The Next Generation 3.0 <<< + + Tonight's episode : Revenge of the Marketroids, part 3 + + - The Final Battle - + + +----------------------------------------------------------- + +In our last neuron numbing episode our (mostly) fearless crew had +been captured by the evil Lord of marketroids, Generalissimo +Akers, ruler of Businesslandia. Here they learned of his low- +level plan to convert the entire universe into minions of +"Oh-Oh-S-2", the "Operating System of the BrainDead". Next he +created clones of Captain Dale and en tire crew, (complete with +Look and Feel of the originals), and quickly dispatched them in +real-time to the DevCon being held at MouseFleet Academy. . . + +========================================================== + +Chapter 0 + +It was a gala event, glitter, excitement and M&Ms were in +abundance. Searchlights pierced the sky, scanf-ing back and forth +playing hide-and-fseek with each other. + +The official MouseFleet punk band ("The Trashed Registers" +playing their hit single "You May Have Misaligned Words, but I +Have an Offset for You") welcomed bank after bank of delegates +from here and abroad. Eager journalists from Blazing Computing, +Amiga Whirl and other such rags jostled each other for the best +posture behind the barricades. Then there was the frenzied throng +of groupies, curiosity seekers and autograph hunters hoping for +the chance to catch a mere glimpse of greatness. + +One by one the stretch limos pulled up at the entrance and one by +on the celebrities stepped out to be greeted by a blinding +explosion of flashes from the paparazzi. + +"There's Joanne Dow!!" screamed an excited software groupie. +Flashes from the cameras followed the enigmatic Wizardess as she +darted into the hall, her fur-trimmed cape fluttering behind. + + +"Oh! Look! There's Robyn LaPasha, and no, it can't be, Fred +Fish?", shouted one feverish groupie, Paula. Her harried friend, +Denise, jumped up and down, clapping her hands together, "Oh, +he's soooo cute!". + +Fred waved cheerfully to the mob. + +Still more limos DMAed people to the palace. Finally, after what +seemed like forever, appeared the one many had come to see. + +"Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE HE IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", shouted Paula +hysterically. "THERE'S MIKE SMITHWICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". They +jumped, frantically waving their hands to catch his attention. + +"Wow, what a bod!!" Denise said. + +"Yeah, and isn't his Galileo program rad!". + +"I'll say, and I hear it won an award at the Chicago Consumer +Electronics Show, too." + +Mike, never one to spurn the recognition he so richly deserved, +swept into the crowd to shake hands, sign copies of his +award-winning, rad program, kiss babies, and debug code people +had brought. Hands thrust out from the crowd, from spectators +wanting only to touch him. Beautiful women fainted at his feet. + +Ah, but he was used to this. + +Once they recovered the young women turned their attention back +to the rest of the activity. + + "Who's that?" asked Denise. + + "Uh, I think it's Randy Spencer". + + "Oh". + +And still the pantheon of immortality continued to scroll through +the evening. + +There was Jim Goodnow the 7.2x10^23th, Guy "I'm always" Wright +and Tim Geniusson Lord of NewTekia with his band of cool guys. +Next came the delegation from C-(un)Ltd, followed by groups from +Nerd Perfect (the one's who brought you the combination Word-Food +Processor), A-Cubed, MicroDellusions and many others. + +And the rabble nearly went Berserk. + +Finally, the real stars arrived, the crew of the StarChip +EnterBoing. . . + +Out stepped Captain Dale, and all hell broke loose forcing the +riot police to call for reinforcements. Immediately behind him +was Ensigns Jimm, Dave, Bryce, followed by Lord Leo. But wait!! +All was not right in Amiga-land. They were all wearing, gulp, +>>> T I E S <<< ! + +All at once a murmur rippled through the crowd like the shock- +wave from a small nuclear.device. + +==================================================== + +Chapter 1 + +Even as the delegates were seg-loading up on the conference +documentation, disks and Commodore Toy secret decoder rings, +roomers began to spreadsheet around of an impending announcement. +Some new vaporous-ware perhaps? The release of the long awaited +6502 daughter board? Would Manx announce their support for +double-precision characters needed for those pesky +extraterrestrial alphabets? + +Quickly enough the technical sessions began and everyone scatter- +loaded into different meeting rooms. Topics such as "You and the +BlitterCritter","Assembly Made Easy in 1598 single-Steps","How to +Market your Bad Ideas", "Crappy Software: The Ultimate Copy +Protection!", and "Effective Use of the Trashdisk.device". + +However, the highest priority event was expected to be at the +general sessions, where all eagerly awaited to see Leo's "Latest +Screen Hack". + +"What would it be" they eagerly asked themselves. "A ball +juggling unicycles? A unicycle juggling balls?, A unicycle +juggling unicycles?". A hush wafted through the room when the Leo +clone entered. + +"That red tie, it still didn't look right on him" they all +thought synchronously at the same time. It made him seem like a +picture which was just slightly tilted. Leo took his seat. + +"Hey! Let's see a screen hack! We're die'n back here!" + +The Leo-clone l +ooked up. "Huh? Screen wha. . . Oops, ahh, so +sorry sir, I'm just too busy working on important stuff like +'office solutions'". + +A collective gasp of horror went up from the gathering. + +Later that nite a couple of representative from RSN Software and +Regressive Peripherals were chatting at a classy nearby +restaurant about unusual events. + +"So anyway, I saw Captain Dale playing with SuperDeluxe Paint-by- +Numbers and the Flicker FixerUpper. . ." + +"Your pull-down menu sir" interrupted the waiter, double-clicking +his shoes. + +"Thanks" replied the RSN delegate, nibbling on a roll, Byte-by- +Byte. "Well, anyway, the system GURU'ed, and Dale said to himself +'What's a GURU?'. I tell ya, I sense a parity error here. . ." + +==================================================== + +Chapter 2 + +In the darkness of their cell-block, Captain Dale and his crew +remained Locked up in hash-chains. Stripped of their hacker- +blasters there was little they could do. + +"Oh darn!" said Leo, "if only there as a + way to call + DisplayAlert() to tell people we're here". + +An agitated Jimm jumped in, "Pipe: down you dipswitch! They'll +never find us!" + +All of a sudden, a blinding light appeared in the room. There +stood a powerfully built figure, hands on hips, w +earing blue tights. A brilliant cape danced behind him. On his +chest was a handsome ray-traced "R". + +"Oh my!" Dale burst out. "It's >>> RENDERMAN <<>> A New Operating System <<<." + +The delegates looked at each other with eager faces. + +"Quiet please, quiet. We've heard your cries. Yes, we've gotten +rid of BCPL. . ." + +The audience applauded enthusiastically. + +". . . we've added memory management!" + +They jumped up cheering. + +". . . it has advanced IPC!!" + +The crowd was now standing on their seats. + +"It's four times bigger, and is MS-DOG compatile!!!" + +Silence. + +"Uh. . ., well. . ., I introduce Oh-Oh-S/2!" + +With that, Dale yanked off the covers over the mysterious boxes. + +The audience dropped their collective jaw, for there stood some +unimpressive small units, each showing a simple A: prompt. + + +The delegates stared with a blank OpenLook. + +Dale continued on, "Uh, of course those window thingies will come +when the 'Presentation Damager' is released, uh, one-of-these- +days-in-the-near-future-real-soon-now". + +By now some of the attendees began to huddle around the machines, +poking and probing every connector or on-off switch. One however +spotted something odd on the back. + +"Hey, all of the Serial Numbers begin with '666'!". + +===================================================== + +Chapter 4 + +Sneaking around the corner, the crew spotted a couple of +marketroid sentries. Realizing they needed a disguise, they +formulated some quick algorithms. . . + +Jimm emerged from the shadows and headed straight towards the +guards armed with a request no marketroid could resist. + +"Excuse me guys, could you explain to me, a, ahem, 'power-user', +office-solutions to fit my needs?" + +"You bet!" they replied in eager unison. + +One marketroid immediately pulled out a stack of viewgraphs and +doughnuts from his briefcase. + +With their victims distracted, Dale and Carolyn snuck out of the +darkness and clobbered them with a compatibility-box, knocking +them out like a cold-reset. Kodiak and Dave scooped up the +briefcases, and removed their power-ties. + +Within minutes, everyone was suitably outfitted, and on their +ways to Generalissimo Aker's office. + +----- + +"Do you have an appointment?" yawned the secretary. + +"No, but we'll be just a minute" replied Lauren. With that, they +coolly raised their blasters and fired at the door. + +===================================================== + +Chapter 5 + +"GET THEM!! THEY'RE IMPOSTORS!" shouted an angry Randy Spencer. + +The clones, fear filling their eyes, dashed out of the room and +scrambled down the hallway. The frenzied horde thundered close +behind. + +Fred Fish heading the pack, launched disk after disk towards the +clones like so many tiny frisbees. The Lauren Brown clone was the +first to fall, followed by the Jimm clone. Both were disassembled +immediately. The Dale clone tripped over a bunch of +hunk-headers scattered in the hallway, and wacked his ROM on the +floor. + +The remaining clones scurried around the corner, barely out of +reach from the slavering mob. Hands grasped for their ties. +Directly in front of them at the end of the hall stood an +enormous menacing woman. With her arms crossed she stood squarely +in the way of the elevator. + +"Oh no!" shouted the Leo clone, "It's FAT-AGNUS!". + +Surrounded, the clones gave up their resources and were lead off +to judgment. + +==================================================== + +Chapter 6 + +Generalissimo Akers didn't know what hit him. Kodiak blasted away +with a liberal dose of RGB rays. Aker's flesh became strangely +rubber-like, causing his legs to fall out from under his frame. + +Next, Dale synced his beam, and coolly fired off a series of +killer demos. + +The Lord of Marketroids crashed to the floor. Dave knelt down to +the body and looked into it's eyes. "He's BrainDead Jim". +"HA, HA, HA, I always wanted to say that!" + +==================================================== + +Chapter 7 + +They're duty completed in Busnesslandia, the crew was now faced +with the task (or is it 'process'?) of getting home. + +"Hey, hi guys!" came an unlikely, but familiar Chicago accent +from off the set. + +"RJ?" + +"Uh, yeah. Boy, you guys seem like you really needed some help as +does this story. So, I got my secret new StarChip out back. . ." + +"How did you know we were here?" inquired Carolyn. + +"Oh, let's just say that I used my 'Intuition'. Ha! Ha! Ha! I +always wanted to say that!!" + +"So let's go!" shouted Leo. + +"Not so fast, you'll have to sign these non-disclosure forms +first, then well be on our way, on a journey of, heh, heh, 'Epyx' +proportions." + +After filling out exactly 157 pieces of paper, and answering +questions such as "what arn't your favorite colors" and +"honestly, have you really played all Zork games all the way +through without cheating?" they were out the door. Soon enough, +R and the crew were escaping Businesslandia is his as yet +unreleased [[technical descriptions of this vehicle have been +removed to avoid possible legal complications]] that will blow +your socks off!! + +======================================================= + +Chapter 8 + +"Captain's log, Boingdate: 2001-20-20. After our harrowing +adventure and subsequent escape from the hands of the crazed +marketroids, I thought my men deserved a little R&R. So we've set +course for the planet of NewTekia. Now, NewTekia is a bountiful +garden paradise, perfect in every way, except for one tiny little +problem. . ." + +------- + +Jimm stared at the scintillating globe they were approaching. + +"Message coming in Captain" reported Bryce. + +"Put it on the screen ensign". + +On the forward DigiViewer appeared the most majestically +beautiful woman anyone has ever seen. Her eyes darted like little +fires, her hair radiant as burnished gold. + +"WOWEE ZOWEE, GETTA LOAD OF THAT STACKWARE!" hooted Jim. + +Bryce added, "yeah, dig her form-factor!". + +"Hi!" said the woman, "wel-wel-welcom to. . .Hi! welcome-come to +N-N-New-New. . . Hi! wel-welcome to-to N-NewTekia!" + +"Captain, something appears to be wrong with our receiver". + +"No ensign, that's the way they normally talk". + +====================================================== + +Chapter 9 + +Choosing sanity over lust, the EnterBoing continued past +NewTekia, and sailed to the outer reaches of normalized-vector +space in search of future gags. + +Meanwhile the surviving clones were sentenced to 80,386 years in +"marketing hell" where they were forced to sell Commodore Plus +Fours, C-16s and B128s to bank managers in Medford, Oregon. + +And who says there aint no justice. + +====================================================== + +Glossary : + +OpenLook - A hoped for windowing standard being peddled by Sun +Microsystems. If defines the appearance of windows, menus, use of +sliders, spam, etc. + + Renderman - a curiously named 3-D rendering standard developed by +Pixar. + + + + + +The above null-sense is Copyright 1988 by Mike Smithwick. If ya +wanna re-post it, ask me first. Thankyouverymuch. %-) + + + + +-- +*** mike (starship janitor) smithwick *** +"You can fool some of the people all of the time, or all of the people + some of the time, but you can't fool Mom". + [disclaimer : nope, I don't work for NASA, I take full blame for my ideas] + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/analyz30.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/analyz30.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f4d5f94d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/analyz30.txt @@ -0,0 +1,305 @@ +PROGRAM NOTES for "tlhIngan Hol pojwI'" (Klingon Language Analyzer) + +Structure + +0 Purpose & Product +1 Single-word Entry +2 Analyzing a File +3 Searching for Klingon +4 Affix Charts +5 Viewing a text file +6 Known problems +7 Disclaimer +8 The future of "tlhIngan Hol pojwI'" +9 Source Code, Contact Information, and Interest Groups + +------------------------------------------------------- + +0 Purpose + +0.1 This program was written to facilitate the translation of +the Klingon language known as tlhIngan Hol, the source of which +is _The Klingon Dictionary_ by Marc Okrand. It is _strongly_ +recommended that you have Okrand's book (hereafter TKD) before +attempting to understand tlhIngan. The orthography set down in +TKD is used here; spelling is an issue. If you use a lower-case +/i/, /d/, or /h/, it will not be understood. + +0.1.1 The program "k3.exe" may be freely distributed, as long as +it is not altered in any way and this text file is included. + +0.2 This program was _not_ written to interpret tlhIngan +phrases, poetry, sentences, etc. The analyzer takes a word at a +time, breaks it down into whatever components may exist, and +presents possible meanings. In other words, this analyzer does +morphological, not syntactic, analyses. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +1 Single-word Entry + +1.1 Menu option 1 will allow you to key-in a tlhIngan word, and +have the analyzer check it out. It is now also possible to type +in more than one word at a time. (This makes cutting and pasting +in Windows extremely easy.) The word is checked as noun first, and +then a verb. When given a word, the analyzer always returns a +string. There are four possible results, as shown below: + +N: pojwI': my analysis +V: pojwI': thing/one which is/does analyze +C: HolQeD: language | science +X: noword: *** NOT FOUND *** + +The codes, respectively, are: (N)oun, (V)erb, (C)ompound noun, +and (X) for unknown. In the example above, "pojwI'" is returned +as both a noun and a verb because in the lexicon, "poj" is both +the noun "analysis" and the verb "analyze," and "wI'" is both a +noun and verb suffix. + +1.2 In addition to the four lines above, the analyzer might +present you with a warning string: "Incorrect Suffix Ordering." +Refer to TKD 3.3 & 4.2.10 for information on suffix ordering. If +you ask the analyzer to evaluate a word with incorrectly ordered +suffixes, it will still give you the results, with a warning +message. + +1.3 Refer to TKD 3.2.1 for information on compound nouns. If +the analyzer evaluates a word as a compound, the two nouns are +presented, separated by a "|". + +------------------------------------------------------- + +2 Analyzing a File + +2.1 Menu option 2 will allow you to specify a text file of +tlhIngan to analyze. The file must be ASCII, unformatted. Other +than that, there are few restrictions. Characters that are not +used in tlhIngan orthography (such as: $, @, #, %, *, &, /, etc.) +are ignored by the analyzer. This function is set up to accept a +file much like it would exist if taken from the mailing list, or +in a text editor if you were to type it in. + +2.2 The file does not have to be in the same directory as the +analyzer, but if it isn't you must specify the full path name. +If the file does not exist in the indicated/default directory, +you are returned to the main menu. Once you specify the text +file to analyze, the screen displays the results of the search. +When the search is completed, you are asked to specify a file +name to append the results of the analysis to. The default +choice, shown in brackets [], is the name of the source file that +was just analyzed. You can specify another file; if the file you +specify exists, it will be appended to; if the file you specify +doesn't exist, it will be created. Or, to discard the results, +you can type the word 'none' (no caps). + +2.3 Special Note: During the file analysis, the analyzer +creates a temporary file called "temp.tkd." (In version 2.5/2.6, +the temporary file was named "temp.kli"). If for any reason +the process is halted, the program will not erase the file. +Then, the next time you analyze a text file, the results will be +appended onto the results of the previous search, which may prove +confusing when comparing the search results to the original! You +can safely delete the file "temp.tkd" from you directory. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +3 Search for tlhIngan + +3.1 Menu Option 3 will allow you to search for a tlhIngan noun +or verb root, using English. This function prompts you for the +search string, and then returns any noun or verb definition which +contains that string. Capitalization matters. A search for +"love," for example, will give the following results: + +N: bang: love, one who is loved. +N: pogh: glove. + +This is useful if you are not sure of the spelling, or you want +to find all possible matches. The search will not return +affixes. Use menu option 4, Affix Charts. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +4 Affix Charts + +4.1 This section is a frill really, like chrome. You can view +separate affix charts for noun suffixes, verb prefixes, and verb +suffixes. They are alphabetical by the tlhIngan, and provide an +English translation and the affix number. This is useful for +quick reference, instead of constantly flipping through TKD! + +4.2 When viewing an affix chart, press any key to continue. +(Duh...) There's no message on the screen, and I didn't want to +be responsible for some poor sap sitting blankly in front of the +screen, because there was no message! + +------------------------------------------------------- + +5 View a Text File + +5.1 This is a simple little utility. It lists the contents of +an ASCII file on the screen 24 lines at a time, followed by the +message "Press any key...." There is no other functionality +here. I added this because I got tired of exiting the program to +view the results of a file analysis. That's me, Mr. Instant +Gratification. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +6 Known Problems + +6.1 This section lists some of the known limitations and +problems with this analyzer. Some of them I may be working on +currently. If you discover a problem that is not listed here, +please let me know! + +6.1 Grammar, Suffix Types & Selectional Restrictions + +6.1.1 The analyzer will, right now, not tell you whether your +sentence structure is correct. Alghough a complex endeavor, this +is one of my future goals for the analyzer. + +6.1.2 There are appropriate and inappropriate ways of using +suffixes. For example, the plural marker for a body part (Du') +should not be used to refer to, for exmaple, a fleet of Klingon +ships. Right now the analyzer will return all combinations of +roots + suffixes, regardless of how appropriate any particular +combination is. We are working on implementing these +selectional restrictions. + +6.2 Pronouns + verb suffixes + +6.2.1 Section 6.3 of TKD describes the use of pronouns to +convey the meaning "to be." When used in this construction, +pronouns may combine with verb suffixes. As of version 3.0, +this construction is not evaluated by the analyzer. We are +working on it. + +6.3 Numbers + DIch (Ordinal Numbers) + +6.3.1 Section 5.2 of TKD describes the use of numbers in tlhIngan +Hol. A number, such as 20 ("cha'maH"), can take the suffix "DIch" +to make it an ordinal number, 20th ("cha'maHDIch"). As of version +3.0, this will not be found. We are working on it. + +6.2 These are all the bugs I know about/can remember right now. +If you discover a problem with the program, such as a particular +construction is consistently not found, please contact me as +directed below, or on the tlhIngan mailing list. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +7 Disclaimer + +7.1 This program was written, originally, for my own use. It +works fine on my system (80386/40 DX, AMI). If anything goes +wrong with the program, or if it causes any damage to your +system, I am not responsible. Use at your own risk. Frankly, I +can't imagine how this program could hurt anything, but it needs +to be said. + +7.2 This program is freeware. You can use it, modify it, +distribute it, even eat it for supper if you want. You must, +though, keep this file intact, with my name on it. If you also +received a copy of the source code, and have made any +changes/additions, you must indicate in the source where you have +made changes. That's what "All Rights Reserved" means, and why I +include the copyright message. That's not too much to ask, since +I worked so hard on it. + +7.3 Credits + +pojwI' tlhIngan Hol (Klingon Language Analyzer) +created (1993) by d'Armond Speers +copyright 1993. All rights reserved. + +7.4 Cover my butt + +7.4.1 TKD and tlhIngan Hol are copyrighted by Paramount and Simon +and Schuster. I did not get their permission, or Marc Okrand's, +to use the Klingon language tlhIngan Hol in my program. I do not +know Marc Okrand, and he does not know me. If you use this +program for your own profit, or take credit for my hard work, may +the Devil's lawyer's themselves swarm upon you with the fury of a +Klingon warrior whose mother you insulted. + +------------------------------------------------------- + +8 The future of "tlhIngan Hol pojwI'" + +8.1 Version 3.0 + +8.1.1 As it stands today, version 3.0 was written by me, for me, +and distributed under pressure from tlhInganpu' interested in +translating and learning tlhIngan Hol. Since the distribution of +the earlier 2.5, I have been swarmed with comments and suggestions, +most of them positive, and all of them welcome. Many of the +suggestions I received have found their way into the code, and I +thank those whose interest helped me improve the product. + +8.2 Where are we going? + +8.2.1 Currently, there are three others around the world who have +joined me in my endeavor. Although I am hesitant to mention names, +I'll describe their backgrounds and current goals for the project. +The first is a graduate student of Artificial Intelligence, with +a concentration on Language Parsing and a minor in Linguistics. He +is developing a more eloquent interface which, eventually, will be +compiled as a native Windows application. Early versions will run +in a DOS window in Windows, as I understand it, flawlessly. The +second collaborator is a graduate student of Computational Linguistics, +who hails from Germany. She is working on the remaining problems +listed in section 6 of this document. Finally, the most recent +addition to the team is a professor of computer science, who intends +to take the project to the next logical step, true interpretation +at the sentence level. Oh, I guess I should mention _my_ background! +I am a graduate student of Theoretical Linguistics, with a focus +on Generative Syntax. Programming is a diversion for me. Likely, +the four of us will be working closely together on the eventual +Klingon Interpreter (or whatever we call it), since our diverse +backgrounds and specialties will complement each other's +(backgrounds) nicely. Stay tuned! + +------------------------------------------------------- + +9 Source Code and Contact Information + +9.1 If you want a copy of the source code, or if you want to +contact me regarding comments/suggestions, please feel free. I +currently intend to be available at the Internet address (see +below) at Georgetown University until May/June 1997. The snail +mail address should also be good. If those fail, try the +tlhIngan Hol mailing list, or the Klingon Language Institute, of +which I am a member. + +d'Armond Speers +6901 Randolph Macon Drive +Alexandria, VA 22307 +(703) 768-6811 (home) + +speers@guvax.acc.georgetown.edu + +9.2 The tlhIngan Hol mailing list + +9.2.2 This mailing list is an Internet discussion group, devoted +to the discussion of tlhIngan Hol. If you are interested in +learning/using the language, that is the place to do it! You can +subscribe to the list by sending mail to: + +tlhIngan-Hol-request@klingon.East.Sun.COM + +with the subject line "subscribe" (without the quotes). + +9.3 The Klingon Language Institute (KLI) + +9.3.3 The KLI is devoted to the exploration of Klingon language and +culture. Annual membership, which includes a subscription to the +quarterly journal HolQeD, is available: $15, US; $18, Canada; $21, +overseas. Checks should be made payable, in US funds, to: Dr. Lawrence +M. Schoen, KLI. + +The Klingon Language Institute, KLI +P.O. Box 634 +Flourtown, PA 19031-0634 USA + +Qapla'! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/annota.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/annota.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..053aaa44 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/annota.txt @@ -0,0 +1,242 @@ +STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION - Annotated Episode List +compiled by Don Sakers & Thomas Atkinson +[72517,526] + +FIRST SEASON: + + 1. Encounter at Farpoint: On the ship's maiden voyage, the + Enterprise crew meets the enigmatic "Q" and solves the + mystery of Farpoint Station. Data demonstrates his humanity. + Features a powerfully sentimental scene on the holodeck. Data + falls over. + + 2. The Naked Now: The crew is stricken by a strange malady, Data + falls over, and it's up to Wesley and Data to save the ship. + Data demonstrates his humanity with Tasha. + + 3. Code of Honor: Tasha is kidnapped and to win her freedom she + must fight -- to the death. + + 4. Last Outpost: Ferengi and Federation meet in the ruins of an + ancient -- but not quite dead -- Empire. + + 5. Where No One Has Gone Before: An experimental warp drive + catapults the Enterprise far outside the Galaxy, and it's up + to Wesley to save the ship. + + 6. Lonely Among Us: While the Enterprise is transporting warring + alien delegates to a peace conference, an energy-being + invades the ship and kidnaps Captain Picard. + + 7. Justice: On the planet California, Wesley breaks a local law + and it's up to Picard to save him. Meanwhile, Data falls + over. + + 8. The Battle: Ferengi trickery strands Captain Picard in a + simulation of a past battle -- with the Enterprise as the + target. + + 9. Hide and Q: The enigmatic Q returns to tempt Riker with + godlike powers, and it's up to Picard to save him. + +10. Haven: The arrival of a plague ship interrupts plans for + Counsellor Troi's wedding. Guest-stars Majel Barrett and + features a powerfully sentimental scene on the holodeck. + +11. Big Goodbye: The holodeck malfunctions, stranding Picard, + Data, Dr. Crusher and Ensign Liebowitz in 1940s San + Francisco. + +12. Datalore: Data's origin is revealed as his evil twin attempts + to take over the Enterprise, he falls over, and it's up to + Wesley to save the ship. + +13. Angel One: The Enterprise crew finds survivors of an earlier + Federation mission as outlaws on the matriarchal planet Angel + One, and it's up to Picard to save them. + +14. 11001001: During a routine computer refit, the Binars capture + the Enterprise because their planet is dying and it's up to + them to save it. Meanwhile, the holodeck malfunctions, + stranding Picard and Riker in 1950s New Orleans. + +15. Too Short a Season: Hostages are being held on the planet + Mordan IV, and it's up to Admiral Mark Jameson to save them. + Unfortunately, Jameson has been nipping from the Fountain of + Youth along the way. + +16. When the Bough Breaks: When the people of the planet Aldea + kidnap the Enterprise's children, it's up to Picard to save + them. + +17. Home Soil: A terraforming project is having trouble as a + microscopic lifeform declares war on humanity. It's up to + Picard to save everyone. + +18. Coming of Age: An officious Starfleet bureaucrat investigates + the Enterprise while it's up to Wesley to fail the Starfleet + entrance exam. + +19. Heart of Glory: A rare glimpse of Klingon culture as three + Klingon warriors try to persuade Worf to deny his Human + upbringing. This episode is a real "scream." + +20. The Arsenal of Freedom: Geordi takes over command of the + Enterprise when the other officers are menaced by the + hologram of a used-weapons salesman. Crusher falls down a + hole and it's up to Picard to save her. + +21. Symbiosis: Captain Kirk's son fights against Khan's son while + Tasha tells Wesley to "just say no." + +22. Skin of Evil: On the planet Exxon Valdez, Tasha is killed by + a giant oil slick and it's up to Picard to save Troi's life. + Features a powerfully sentimental scene on the holodeck. + +23. We'll Always Have Paris: Picard's ex-girlfriend's husband's + time experiments go awry, and it's up to Data to save + everyone -- if he can avoid falling over. Features a + powerfully sentimental scene on the holodeck. + +24. Conspiracy: Invaders from Mars possess an officious Starfleet + bureaucrat in their plan to take over the Federation, and + it's up to the crew of the Enterprise to save everyone. + +25. The Neutral Zone: The Enterprise discovers three survivors + from the 20th Century in cryogenic suspension, and it's up to + Crusher to save them. Meanwhile, the Romulans bare their + teeth and Picard plays dentist. + + +SECOND SEASON: + +26. The Child: Deanna Troi is raped by an alien force, and her + child becomes one of those unexplained space mysteries that + we'll never understand. + +27. Where Silence Has Lease: The Enterprise falls into a hole in + space, and it's up to Picard to save the ship by outwitting + one of those unexplained space mysteries that we'll never + understand. + +28. Elementary, Dear Data: The holodeck malfunctions, stranding + Data, Geordi, Picard and Doctor Pulaski in Sherlock Holmes' + London. + +29. The Outrageous Okana: A rougish space wanderer involves the + Enterprise crew in a paternity suit from his ex-girlfriend. + Meanwhile, Data demonstrates his humanity. + +30. Loud As A Whisper: A deaf war mediator manages to screw up + negotiations on the planet Soleis, and it's up the the + Counselor to save him. + +31. The Schizoid Man: A dying scientist transplants his own + personality into Data, who falls over, and it's up to Picard + to save Data. + +32. Unnatural Selection: When Doctor Pulaski catches an old-age + disease, Data demonstrates his humanity to her. Fortunately, + the Transporter's deus ex machina circuit saves her. + +33. A Matter of Honor: A rare glimpse of Klingon culture as Riker + temporarily joins the crew of the Klingon vessel Pagh. + +34. The Measure of a Man: When an officious Starfleet bureaucrat + wants to dismantle Data, it's up to Picard to save him. + However, Data demonstrates his humanity and all is well. + +35. The Dauphin: Wesley falls in love with a visiting princess, + who is revealed as a shapeshifter. Her guardian, meanwhile, + is revealed as one of those unexplained space mysteries that + we'll never understand. + +36. Contagion: A computer virus threatens the Enterprise, the + Romulans bare their teeth, and Data falls over. Picard, Data + and Worf are trapped in the ruins of an ancient -- but not + quite dead -- Empire, and it's up to Picard to save them. + +37. The Royale: Riker, Data and Worf are marooned in a + 20th-century hotel which turns out to be one of those + unexplained space mysteries that we'll never understand. + +38. Time Squared: Picard meets himself as the Enterprise becomes + victim of one of those unexplained space mysteries that we'll + never understand. + +39. The Icarus Factor: Starfleet attempts to get rid of Riker by + assigning him to a decrepit old starship, but Riker's father + (Pulaski's ex-boyfriend) shows up and talks him out of + accepting the assignment. Meanwhile, a powerfully sentimental + scene on the holodeck gives us a rare glimpse of Klingon + culture, as Worf denies his human upbringing. + +40. Pen Pals: The planet Drema Four is breaking apart, and it's + up to Wesley to save it. Meanwhile, Data demonstrates his + humanity with a little orphan girl. + +41. Q Who: The enigmatic Q throws the Enterprise into unexplored + space where the ship is menaced by the Borg and it's up to Q + to save it. Meanwhile, the bartender Guinan is revealed as + one of those unexplained space mysteries that we'll never + understand. + +42. Samaritan Snare: While Wesley and Picard ride a shuttlecraft + to Starbase Scylla 515, Geordi is kidnapped by a shipful of + Trekkies. It's up to Riker to save him. Picard, meanwhile, + undergoes heart surgery...and it's up to Pulaski to save him. + +43. Up the Long Ladder: Riker falls in love with an Irish woman, + then he and Pulaski must destroy their own clones. + +44. Manhunt: Lwaxana Troi searches for a mate and Picard hides in + the holodeck. Meanwhile, squidlike aliens are prepared to + destroy the Enterprise, and it's up to Majel to save it. + +45. 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We are not Big Brother. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/anothert b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/anothert new file mode 100644 index 00000000..16ff0128 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/anothert @@ -0,0 +1,562 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!bb106 +From: bb106@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (JoAnne Soper-Cook) +Subject: Still More Q... +Message-ID: +Sender: bb106@freenet.carleton.ca (JoAnne Soper-Cook) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada +Date: Sat, 4 Feb 1995 14:39:32 GMT +Lines: 550 +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:5621 + +Another Turn of the Q + + + Anna Mithrais watched the console scrolling its display by +in front of her, seeing nothing. She was unaware that she was +frowning slightly, her dark brows clenched in a habitual +expression of distaste, her hazel-green eyes crinkled very +slightly at the corners. After four straight hours of going +through the files on the inhabitants of Menos Two, she could find +absolutely nothing that would explain Devrae Vil-kolait-Homra +having the Aldeberan night sickness. + She swore fluently under her breath, a long, colorful stream +of profanity that issued cheerfully from her full, curved mouth. + "Hey, Mithrais--not bad for a beginner!" A smiling voice +erupted in laughter from behind her and she swung around to see +Chief Engineer Geordi La Forge, padd in hand. "You take the +Academy course?" He referred to the Starfleet Academy course, +"Creative Cursing 2380" which had at first been instituted as +something of a joke, but quickly grew into a serious course, +especially among deep-space candidates who understood the +importance of letting off steam. Mithrais had netted one of the +best grades in the history of the Academy, and used this +knowledge to her advantage. + "Beginner?" Mithrais raised an eyebrow, although the blind +LaForge obviously couldn't see the gesture. "Saddle up, LaForge- +-there's competition riding over your hills." She laughed, +heartened by his presence. Mithrais truly appreciated LaForge. +He ran Engineering with the skill of a top-flight organiser, but +he had a deep vein of humanity and fairness that Mithrais really +admired. And, he was a great fan of Ancient Earth jazz music, +which Mithrais absolutely adored. + "Trouble here?" LaForge leaned over her and gazed at the +screen--or did the equivalent of gazing, she supposed. His +Visor, which allowed him to see all of the normal spectrum and +then some, replaced his sightless eyes. Without it, LaForge +would never have made it onto any ship, let alone the Enterprise. + "I've been going over these records, but I can't seem to +find any reason for that woman having an isolated outbreak of +Aldebaran night sickness--it's unheard of in this sector! And +she swears she's never been to Aldebaran. I'm stymied." + "Does she have an Aldebaran boyfriend?" LaForge chuckled, +flashing incredibly even, white teeth. He was quite handsome, +Mithrais mused. Even with that visor.... + Mithrais sat back, pushed her hair out of her eyes, +readjusting her hair-band. "She claims to be observing a period +of ritual celibacy.... " Mithrais blew air up into her bangs, a +frustrated gesture. "I'm just not sure I believe her." + LaForge thought for a moment. "Perhaps you might want to run +a contact-contamination series on her--see if she's lying about +those Aldebaran boyfriends!" + "You sure you don't mind me using these terminals?" +Mithrais indicated the computer screen in front of her. "I could +use the ones in SIckbay, but Data's routing some diagnostics +through there, and it takes ages to get anything up on the +screens." + "I don't mind a bit," LaForge assented. "Things have been +so quiet lately I might just relax for a change!" + Mithrais grinned. "Now that would be a first!" + She watched him disappear around the corner, doubtless on +his way to something important. She scrolled another series of +medical files, watched them dispassionately disappearing down the +edges of the screen, and rubbed her tired eyes. God, how late +was it? + "Computer--what is the time?" + "The current time is 0100 hours." + One o'clock in the morning! God! Had it been that long? +Mithrais could imagine Dr. Crusher's response: "Anna, I asked +that you be thorough--but not that you kill yourself in the +attempt!" The doctor would want to know how she thought sleep +deprivation would benefit their relief mission on Menos. Wait a +minute-- + What the hell...? + As Mithrais watched, the information that was scrolling past +on her monitor began sliding off the edge of the screen, the +letters becoming strangely liquid and pooling on the console +buttons in front of her. She stared in amazement as the medical +records continued drooling off the screen and dripping, +liquified, onto the console. How was this happening? This was +impossible-- + "LaForge!" + It was still happening--she tried to stop the scrolling but +the data continued melting down from the screen, pooling in front +of her like water. And even more oddly, some of the letters that +she had seen melting were now floating on the console, +configuring themselves into... + ...some kind of message! + She leaned closer, peered at it. + A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS!!! + Huh? + "Oh, well, if you're going to be as dull as that..." There +was a sudden flash and a man was standing--leaning--against the +console. With a gesture, he swept the melted words off the +console and onto the floor. He appraised Mithrais, his gaze +raking up and down her body until a sly smile pulled at the +corners of his mouth. He was wearing a Starfleet uniform, +Mithrais noticed, silently congratulating herself on retaining +her faculties--a Starfleet Captain's uniform. + "Sir!" She leapt to her feet, stood immediately to +attention. "I was not aware of any visitors, sir--please excuse +my oversight." + He burst into laughter. His dark, intense eyes crinkled at +the corners, as he laughed long and heartily, punctuating it with +a resounding slap on his knees. Mithrais' stiff posture faded-- +something was definitely amiss here. + "I may be risking the Federation Stockade, but who the hell +are you?" She faced him, hands on hips. + "Oh, a defiant one!" The man leaned in close to her, fixing +her with his magnetic gaze. "You know, I like them defiant...it +whets the appetite!" + Mithrais struck him across the face. + And watched the grin slide off, just as her medical data had +slid off the monitor and onto the console. His face flushed with +anger, the dark, finely-etched brows drawing together. He seemed +astonished, though, and was having a difficult time hiding it. +"You struck me?!" + Mithrais glared at him. "You listen here, you disgusting +bag of flesh--if you ever leer at me like that again, you will be +carrying your own head in a bag!" + He laughed, his cheeks dimpling. His teeth were perfect, +and very, very white. "I've never seen you around here before-- +who are you? New to the ship?" He walked around her, surveying +her with genuine intellectual interest. "What's your position?" + "I'm a psychiatric nurse. Now you answer me something--who +are you, and how did you get on the ship?" + "Oh, you needn't question me, my dear--I come and go as I +please. Jean-Luc and I go way back...." His interest in her +seemed to fall away as he examined his fingernails. + That hit her with a thud. "Jean-Luc?" She sounded stunned, +even to her own ears, even though it was one o'clock in the +morning. "Jean-Luc Picard?" + "Yes, of course--old Johnny and I are good buddies!" + Mithrais peered at him, her eyes narrowing. She scanned his +aspect with all the instincts of a trained psychiatric nurse, and +deduced that he was either a pathological liar, a flagrant +narcissist, or telling the truth. "Who are you?" + The man took her hand and, bending over it kissed it +gallantly in a perfect show of ancient-Earth manners. The brief +touch of his lips sent a jolt of energy up her arm that burst in +her chest with a faint tingle and a pop. It wasn't altogether +unpleasant, either. "Enchantee, my dear--I am known as Q." + LaForge burst into Engineering, arms akimbo. "Q!" + With a gesture, the man known as Q froze LaForge in his +tracks. He then turned back to Mithrais as if absolutely nothing +had happened. "Now then, my dear--as I was saying before I was so +rudely interrupted--" + MIthrais gasped. "What have you done to him?" + Q glanced at LaForge, frozen in a weirdly comic pose, one +arm out in front of him, his mouth open to say something. "Oh +nothing that he'll suffer from--or remember." He smiled. "Tell +me about yourself." + "Not until you change him back--and then you had better tell +me the whole truth--" + "And nothing but the truth, so help me God--" Q rolled his +eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, re-animated LaForge, who +came barging right on over-- + --and walked through the place where Mithrais and Q had been +standing. + + Mithrais was outside. Outside of the ship, that is. And +floating gently in place beside the man called Q. Except that he +couldn't be any kind of normal humanoid man, or he--and she as +well--would be deader than dead right now. + "Now then, let's have a little discussion--" He gestured, +and she was clasped in his arms, face-to-face with him. She had +to admit, it wasn't exactly horrible, but it was a bit sudden. + "Could you let go of me--I just met you!" She pushed against +his arms, found she could not move him. "Are you going to rape me +now?" + His arms fell away, and the expression on his face changed +so abruptly it was like a cold weather front building in over +land. His eyes were dangerous. "I--" He was speaking slowly, but +enunciating every word very clearly so that there could be no +mistaking his meaning, "Have never, in all my vast existence--" + "You froze poor Geordi!" Mithrais pushed against his chest +with her palms. + "Oh, I froze poor Geordi!" He pushed her away from him with +an expression of distaste. "Poor Geordi doesn't even know that +anything happened to him. He is safe inside your precious ship, +and no more enlightened about anything than he was five minutes +ago! Do you think I roam about doing harm to members of +your...admittedly, underdeveloped...species?" He folded his arms +and regarded her, floating in space. + "Do you?" She couldn't get a handle on him at all! It was +beginning to frustrate her--that, and not being able to figure +out how she was hanging suspended in space and not dead yet. + "I most certainly do not." His gaze slid away from hers, +and the corners of his mouth quirked in the smile that never +seemed to be very far away. "I have been entertained by your +species, on occasion--and ask your captain if I haven't +intervened the odd time to save his mangy hide!" He pouted. +"Truly, you wound me!" He snapped his fingers. + And he and Mithrais were in Picard's ready room. Picard, it +must be said, had no forewarning of their impending arrival, and +was caught at the desk with Doctor Beverly Crusher sitting facing +him on his lap. + "Hello, Jean-Luc!" Q crooned. He affected a pose of shock. +"Doctor Crusher--I had no idea!" + Mithrais, standing in the presence of her Captain and her +boss, one sitting in the lap of the other, wanted to melt into +the floor. She could seriously see a future for herself doling +out anti-psychotic drugs on Menos Two.... + "Q!" Picard leapt to his feet, unmindful of Doctor Crusher, +who went spilling to the floor, landing on her backside with a +small cry of alarm. She caught sight of Mithrais on the way down +and popped back up with cheeks that were colored bright scarlet. +Picard was livid. "What is the meaning of this?!" + Q draped himself over Picard's vacated chair, his feet on +the desk. "Meaning? Why does everything have to have a meaning? +Some things, Johnny boy, have no meaning!" His eyes slid +sideways to where Beverly Crusher was trying to regain some +dignity while zipping up the front of her uniform. "Correct, +Doctor?" His grin widened. "Oh, pretty lingerie, by the way...." + Crusher leapt for him. + "Doctor!" Picard gave her a look. "Please, return to your +quarters." + "Jean-Luc, I can--" + "Doctor, not now!" Picard was pleading with her. "Please." + Q waved as Crusher left. "Bye-bye Doctor!" He turned to +Picard--"You know, Jean-Luc, I knew James Kirk when he commanded +the Enterprise." He paused, looking thoughtful. "And I would +have to say that his relationship with his Chief Medical Officer +took a rather different form than does yours. Of course, I +always said that I could never picture Kirk and Bones together-- +no, Spock always struck me as more Jim's type, you know?" + "Get out of my chair! Get off my ship! Get out of my life!" +Picard thundered to Q. And to the replicator, "Tea! Earl Grey-- +hot, dammit!" + "Have I embarrassed you, Jean-Luc?" Q tutted +sympathetically. "Now I feel simply awful about it--let me make +it up to you!" + Picard looked alarmed. "No!" He seemed to see Mithrais for +the first time. "Commander, would you like to explain your +presence here at this hour? I would think you had gone off-duty +long ago." + Mithrais colored under Q's scrutiny. "Ah, no, sir--I'm +doing some extra research for Doctor Crusher--for our relief +mission down on Menos. I was down in Engineering, making use of +the consoles down there--" + Picard rubbed his forehead, sighed. "Commander, the +condensed version, if you please--" He peered over the top of +his hand. "Have you been hanging around Data or something?" + Q guffawed. + Mithrais related the pertinent events. + Picard sipped tea. + Q lay on the sofa, contemplating the ceiling and eating an +apple that he seemed to have conjured from somewhere. + "Commander--you are free to go. I suggest you go to your +quarters and go to sleep." + Mithrais nodded. "Aye, sir--thank you!" + "Seeya later," Q caroled, as she left. + + + What an odd dream, Mithrais thought, turning over onto her +right side. She felt the delicious tug of sleep and was just +about to surrender and slide down into it, when... + "Hello, my dear--did you miss me?" A hand lifted the covers +on the opposite side of the bed, althought Mithrais could see +nothing. The voice, she knew, was Q's, but he must have been +making himself invisible, because she just couldn't see him. + She watched as a bump grew under the covers, slid closer to +the wall. The bump took the shape of a body and coalesced into Q, +complete with what looked like silk pajamas. + "Get out!" Mithrais slammed herself back against the wall, +her heart pounding in her throat. She willed herself to stay +conscious, but it was coming back, it was creeping up on her.... + ...four Cardassians, and that stinking little room on +Caltinos Seven, and the heat, and the flies, and they kept at +her, and at her, even when she begged them to stop. + Opposite her, the dark eyes of the man named Q widened, then +clamped down into angry ovals. He'd read her mind. His face was +taking on the contours of disbelief, then shock and anger, then +empathy as he felt her pain... She thought dimly, still clenched +against the wall, that he must be a very powerful telepath--for +it was obvious that he had gotten all of it, every nuance. + "My God." Or at least it sounded like that. Mithrais had +trouble hearing him through the roaring in her ears, and his +voice had been little more than a whisper. And then his gaze +changed, and something was happening inside Anna Mithrais's mind. +She felt the nightmare memory fading, felt a deep and peaceful +calm coming over her. It wasn't the narcotic, false calm of +someone who was trying to take over her mind, bend her to his +will--it was genuine, soothing, comforting. She bent her head +and sobbed, feeling the horrible memory recede into the mists of +nothingness as the warm, safe calm of the Q washed over her. + She lay back down on her side, her cheek against the pillow +like a child. She was being passed a cup of cold, delicious +water and told to drink it, and then she was wrapped in her +blankets and gently, mysteriously, lulled to sleep. + She slept until the computer woke her. Q was gone. But the +table in her quarters had been set for her breakfast, and there +was a padd lying beside the plate. She picked it up and read what +was on it. + I'M SORRY. + Hmmm...Curiouser and curiouser. Mithrais padded across the +carpeted floor to the replicator. "Computer, has a breakfast +selection been programmed for Commander Anna Mithrais?" + "A selection of Thelosian spring fruit, Andorian wafer bars, +and fresh grape juice," the Computer intoned. + All of her favorite things...how on Earth did he know? + "But you see, my dear, I merely anticipated your needs." Q +flashed into existence at the breakfast table, wearing his +Starfleet uniform and a grin. Mithrais jumped when he appeared, +quickly recovered. + "I'm never going to get used to that," she murmured. She +recived her food and carried it to the table. "Computer--" + "A pot of mocha java, hot and strong, a basin of sugar and a +pitcher of half-and-half cream." Q finished for her. His long, +elegant fingers toyed with a napkin as Mithrais took her seat +opposite him. "Are you feeling better this morning?" His dark, +intense gaze seemed to bore into her. + "I'm really sorry about that--" + Q waved a hand airily. "Don't bother being embarrassed. +Really, I shouldn't have crept up on you like that--I assure you, +I had no idea you had been..." The corners of his mouth tucked, +a quick gesture that betrayed some strong emotion. "...mishandled +by those Cardassians...." He gave her a solemn look. "I truly +am sorry if I caused you any untoward distress." Q watched as +Mithrais daintily broke off a corner of a wafer bar, brought it +to her mouth, watched as her ripe lips closed around it. She was +so elegant, so...sensuous.... It gave him substantial pleasure +just watching her.... + "You staring at me?" Her mouth full of wafer bar, Mithrais +glared at Q. + "Of course not!" He tucked his bottom lip in. Caught! + "You were!" + "Nonsense--you humans are all so self-centred! Why would I +be staring at you?" Q had a desperate need to get immediately off +the subject, and leaned forward to pour himself a cup of coffee. + "Can you do that?" Mithrais asked, watching him with +interest. He deftly dropped two cubes of sugar into his cup and +poured off half the jug of cream. + "Can I do what?" He peered at her over the rim of the cup. + "I didn't realise you could drink coffee--" + Q took a long sip of the hot drink, laid the cup down +carefully. "When I am in this form, young lady, I can do +anything one of your lumpen humanoid males can." He seemed a bit +miffed. + Mithrais gave him a long, speculative glance. "Perhaps you'd +better tell me a little about yourself, Mr. Q." + Q's eyebrows popped up. "Anything...." + + + Anna Mithrais and Q were walking at a vigorous pace along +the corridors of Deck Twelve, heading towards Sickbay. "I cannot +believe that a supposedly omnipotent being such as you would feel +the need to hang around and torment the humans aboard this ship!" +Mithrais had a med-kit in one hand and a medical tricorder in the +other. She stepped neatly around a male nurse as the Sickbay +doors slid open and continued talking. "I mean, don't you have +anything better to do?" + "You don't like me very much, do you?" Q was keeping pace +with her easily. "Ah, the redoubtable Doctor Crusher!" He +greeted Mithrais's boss as she stepped away from a biobed. +"Feeling chipper and rested this morning?" + "I really don't have time, Q!" Crusher's voice held a +dangerous warning note, and her lustrous red hair was disheveled. +And with good reason: Mithrais had been summoned from her +breakfast with the news that one Menosian woman had somehow +during the night managed to start a city-wide outbreak of +Aldebaran night sickness, and seemingly without leaving the +comfort of her sickbed. Crusher was at wits end, and desperately +needed every available hand. + "Mithrais, I want you to take an escort and go down to Menos +and see what relief efforts you can mount. We'll need to get--" + "Doctor--" Mithrais touched Crusher's arm. "There's not a +whole lot we can do--you know that." She watched as the other +woman struggled against this indictment for a brief moment, then +subsided with a look of resignation. Crusher's bright blue eyes +dimmed for a moment with unshed tears, and she brushed a hand +across her eyes angrily. "I'm talking damage control, Mithrais-- +containment, for God's sake!" She pressed a hand to her +forehead. "We've got seventeen hundred people in Menos City going +very rapidly insane and infecting the others." Crusher noticed Q +still standing there, raked him with a contemptuous gaze. "I'd +think that you, with all your omnipotent powers would make some +gesture of assistence!" + Q blanched, his mouth opening on nothing. He stared at +Crusher for a long moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "I +might." + Crusher turned slowly from the diagnostic panel she was +encoding. "What did you say?" + Q stepped forward until they were standing eyeball-to- +eyeball. "I said: I might be able to help." + "I'm listening." + "You have a population of seventeen hundred that is already +infected with Aldebaran night sickness. I can help them." + Crusher's temper matched her red hair. "Well then, why don't +you, dammit?!" + Q folded his arms across his chest and regarded her blandly. +"I'm waiting for you to say please." + Mithrais gaped at him. "PLEASE!" + "Done." + + When Mithrais was able to see, she realised that Q had +deposited himself and her on Menos Two. And right in the middle +of the worst devastation, by the looks of things. She stepped out +of the way as two women and a man went barrelling past her, +obviously in the last stages of the disease, and convinced that +something was chasing them. + "What kind of a disease is this, anyway?" Q was peering +about him with distaste, his pristine uniform and unblemished +mien strangely at odds with the scene around them. + Mithrais had her medical tricorder out and was busy scanning +the surrounding area for evidence of the virus. "I thought you +were omnipotent," she snarled. + "You forget whom you're talking to." + Mithrais straightened, shoved a wayward lock of dark hair +out of her eyes. She stared at Q for a long moment, trying to +decide if he was sincere. "It's a viral form of mental illness-- +it starts when the virus enters the bloodstream through any small +cut or break in either the mucous membranes or the skin..." + Q made a face. "Yuk." + Mithrais laughed mirthlessly, a hollow sound. "'Yuk' doesn't +even cover it, Q. From there it implants in the neuro-ganglion +cells of the brain and begins manufacturing its viral DNA, which +is injected into the host cells and replicated from there." She +kicked aside an overturned cart of some kind, probably used to +haul produce or market wares. "The individual who is initially +infected usually comes by the virus in one of two ways: +deliberate injection, and sexual contact. In the initial stages +of the disease, the patient usually presents with nausea, +tiredness, general malaise. This lasts about forty-eight hours. +From there, if not arrested immediately, the condition develops +into low-level hallucinations and delusions, usually persecution +fantasies and nightmares. It can often be arrested with +antibiotics." Mithrais spoke without emotion, as if reading from +a diagnostic report. "Without treatment, however, the patient's +condition progresses to full-blown dementia, violent delusions, +degrading from there into grand mal epileptic seizures. Death +follows in three to six hours." + Q was silent. When he finally spoke, it was with effort. +"Truly, I didn't realise--please forgive me. I spoke hastily." +His dark eyes were contrite. "I'll do whatever I can to help." +He gazed around him at the devastation. "I just don't know if it +will be enough." + + With Q's help, Mithrais and a team from the Enterprise +managed to inoculate the infected citizens, although four people +were in the final stages of the disease and could not be helped. +Mithrais contacted Dr. Crusher and arranged for them to be placed +in palliative care aboard the ship, so that they would at least +have a comfortable and dignified death. Q not only used his +considerable powers to help those who were ill, but also effected +successful containment of the virus, eradicating it from the face +of Menos Two. To Anna Mithrais's surprise, he worked alongside +the Enterprise team, helping with the inoculations and +restraining those who, caught in the disease's clutches, had +become violent. Six hours after beam-down, the outbreak of +Aldebaran night sickness had been arrested on Menos Two. + + + The doors of Holodeck Three slid open with a pneumatic +hissing sound, to admit Anna Mithrais. She had showered and +changed into her favorite off-duty outfit of loose pants and top, +and her short hair was pulled off her face in a band. + She sighed in contentment, breathing deeply in the simulated +landscape that so reminded her of her home on Earth. The low, +rolling hills carpeted with spruce and tamarack, the dusky +granite cliffs stretching eagerly out into the crashing surf. +The simulation was so real, that she could almost smell sea-salt +in the air. She climbed her favorite granite outcropping, from +where she could sit and watch the sea. She took the hill in easy +stages, pacing herself, and when she reached the top she wasn't +winded, but rather refreshed. + "Hello, my dear." + Mithrais turned as Q stepped out of a stand of tamarack +trees. He was, amazingly, wearing rugged denim pants, hiking +boots, and a fisherman-knit sweater. It suited him, Mithrais +thought--he looked like a young fisherman from home, pulling into +the harbour at nightfall. + "Q! I wondered where you had gone." Mithrais indicated the +space beside her. "Please--won't you join me?" + There was silence as Q sat beside her, gazing out over the +pastoral scene. "This is a reproduction of your home." He turned +sideways to look at her. The manufactured sea-breeze caught his +dark hair and ruffled it like a playful hand. "Newfoundland--on +Earth, correct?" + Mithrais nodded. "Yeah. I haven't been home in a long, long +time." + Q drew his knees up, hugged them thoughtfully. "I could +remedy that, you know." His dark eyes scrutinized her with a +dawning respect. "That was some job you did on Menos." + Mithrais felt suddenly foolish, and took to picking at a +ragged fingernail. "I couldn't have managed without your help." +She paused her picking to look up at him suddenly. "Why are you +sometimes so infuriating, and at other times so...incredible?" +She laid a hand on his sweater-covered shoulder. "I mean, we +really got off on the wrong foot, and I had you pegged as a +troublemaker--until you stepped in on Menos when I needed you." +She leaned forward and kissed his cheek gently, lingering near +him to breathe in his subtle, pleasant scent. She felt his hands +on her arms. + "How did you know so much about Aldebaran night sickness?" +he asked, drawing back to fix her with a look. "That wasn't from +any medical journal." + Mithrais looked away, out to sea. The sun was just setting +behind the light-house, spilling golden light on the ocean. "I +was kidnapped about eight years ago by a squad of Cardassian +renegades off Aldebaran Three. It was my first mission out of +the Academy." She continued staring into the brilliant, sun-lit +sea, not looking at him. "They were intent on retaliation for +what they called, 'Federation Crimes Against the Cardassian +People'." Mithrais bit her lip, hesitating. "The shuttle pilot +and I were the only two not killed in the phaser barrage they +pelted us with. We were taken to an empty munitions warehouse on +the edge of some Cardassian city. They beat Thoros to death when +he refused to talk." Her voice faltered. + "It's all right." Q took her hands in his. "I'm listening." + Mithrais sighed. "Oh, it's been eight years--long time ago, +now." She squeezed his hands and released them. "Since they +couldn't get any information out of Thoros, they decided to have +some fun with me. One of them had Aldebaran night sickness, and +he gave the virus to me." + Q's face was darkening with an ill-concealed rage--not +directed at her, Mithrais knew, but at her nameless tormentors. +"How long were you held?" His voice held an edge that Mithrais +hadn't heard before. + "Seventeen days--then the U.S.S. Hood was dispatched to find +us. Captain Kender sent out a team and they brought me home." + "My God." + "Yeah! I was well into the third and final stage when they +sent for this new doctor, this doctor that they said would give +me the best chance of all." Mithrais smiled. "Her name was +Beverly Crusher, and she was the closest thing to an angel that +I'd ever seen!" She laughed, turning to Q. "You must think this +is really stupid." + In answer, Q tilted her face in his hand and kissed her, his +warm, open mouth caressing her with a world of gentleness. +Mithrais shifted in his arms and responded, wrapping herself in +his embrace and returning his kiss enthusiastically. She felt +his body as he recieved her caress, felt the crackle of alien, +omnipotent power just under his skin. And for the first time, +she realised that he was just about the most desirable thing +she'd found in a long time. She drew away from him, tracing the +contours of his face with her fingers. + "I would never hurt you," he said quietly, the phrase a +promise. "But I can show you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, +and gift you with my deepest affections." His hand smoothed her +face. + Mithrais giggled. She suddenly felt light and joyful. "Can +you do that?" She asked. + Q grinned, and his dimples appeared. "Can I drink coffee?" + + THE END!!! + +-- +JoAnne +("Oh night that was my guide, oh night! more loving than + the rising sun..." + St. John of the Cross) + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armch3-4.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armch3-4.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..5ad687c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armch3-4.txt @@ -0,0 +1,950 @@ + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + An Armchair Guide + June 1991 Edition + + By Jim Shaun Lyon (72571,3002) + + +The following is a list of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION episodes designed +for reference. Listed after the title is the episode number/code (order of +airing/order of production), the stardate, writers (W) (ST is indicative of +story, TE of teleplay, in case there are differentiations), main guests if +any (G) and one-line summary (S). + +Regular Cast: Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean-Luc Picard), Jonathan Frakes +(Commander William Riker), LeVar Burton (Geordi LaForge), Denise Crosby +(Lieutenant Tasha Yar - Episodes 1-23), Michael Dorn (Lieutenant Worf), +Gates McFadden (Dr. Beverly Crusher - Episodes 1-26 and 49+), Marina +Sirtis (Counselor Deanna Troi), Brent Spiner (Lieutenant Commander Data), +Wil Wheaton (Ensign Wesley Crusher - Episodes 1-83), Diana Muldaur (Dr. +Katherine Pulaski - Episodes 27-48), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan - Recurring role, +Seasons 2-4), Colm Meaney (Transporter Chief Miles Edward O'Brien - Recur- +ring role, Seasons 2-4) and Majel Barrett (Computer Voice for entire series, +though only credited in part of Season 4) + + + +>>> S E A S O N O N E <<< + +ENCOUNTER AT FARPOINT, PART ONE (1/101) 41153.5 (Pts 1&2: Ep #721) (?) +W: Dorothy Fontana, Gene Roddenberry +D: Corey Allen +G: John deLancie (Q), Michael Bell (Zorn), DeForest Kelley (Admiral McCoy) +S: The Enterprise's maiden voyage to Deneb IV - also known as Farpoint - is + suddenly halted by Q, an advanced life form that condemns humanity as savage + and puts Picard, Troi, Data and Tasha on trial for its crimes. + +ENCOUNTER AT FARPOINT, PART TWO (2/102) 41153.5 +W: Dorothy Fontana, Gene Roddenberry +D: Corey Allen +G: John deLancie (Q), Michael Bell (Zorn) +S: Under the watchful eye of Q, the Enterprise arrives at Farpoint and attempts + to discover how and why its inhabitants, the Bandi, built it...and what the + mysterious ship approaching the planet is. + +THE NAKED NOW (3/103) 41209.2 +W: John D.F. Black (ST), J. Michael Bingham (ST,TE) +D: Paul Lynch +G: Brooke Bundy (MacDougal) +S: The Enterprise inherits a virus from the USS Tsiolkovsky, which makes the + crew lose their inhibitions -- and the antidote can be traced back to the + Enterprise under Captain Kirk. + +CODE OF HONOR (4/104) 41235.25 +W: Kathryn Powers & Michael Baron +D: Russ Mayberry +G: Jessie Lawrence Ferguson (Lutan), Karole Selmon (Yareena), James Louis + Watkins (Hagon) +S: While orbiting Ligon II, Tasha Yar is kidnapped by leader Lutan in a pecu- + liar bid of "counting coup" and is forced into a death duel to be released + from it. + +THE LAST OUTPOST (5/108) 41386.4 +W: Richard Krzemian (ST), Herbert Wright (TE) +D: Richard Colla +G: Darryl Henriques (The Portal), Armin Shimerman (Letek), Jake Dengel (Mor- + dok), Tracy Walter (Kayron), Mike Gomez (DaiMon Taar) +S: The Enterprise and a Ferengi vessel are trapped above Delphi Ardu, the last + outpost of the Tkon Empire, where a strange gnome challenges them to solve + a riddle. + +WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE (6/106) 41253.1 +W: Diane Duane and Michael Reaves +D: Rob Bowman +G: Eric Menyuk (Traveler), Stanley Kamel (Kosinski), Herta Ware (Mamon), Biff + Yeager (Argyle) +S: While undergoing enhancements on its engines, the Enterprise is propelled by + an alien traveler into an alternate universe where thought becomes reality. + +LONELY AMONG US (7/107) 41249.3 +W: Michael Halperin +D: D.C. Fontana +G: John Durbin (Ssestar), Kavi Raz (Singh) +S: Ferrying warring diplomats to a conference on Parliament, the ship passes + through a living cloud that infiltrates the computer...and eventually takes + control of Captain Picard. + +JUSTICE (8/109) 41255.6 +W: Worley Thorne (ST,TE), Ralph Wills (ST) +D: James L. Conway +G: Jay Louden (Liator), Brenda Bakke (Rivan) +S: The Enterprise visits Rubicam Three, whose hedonistic occupants welcome the + crew with open arms...but the mysterious, transparent "god" in orbit has a + different attitude. + +THE BATTLE (9/110) 41723.9 +W: Larry Forrester (ST), Herbert Wright (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Frank Corsentino (Bok), Doug Warhit (Kazago), Robert Towers (Rata) +S: A Ferengi DaiMon offers Picard the derelict of his former command, the USS + Stargazer, which carries aboard it a mind-control sphere that puts him in + the captain's seat...against the Enterprise! + +HIDE AND Q (10/111) 41590.5 +W: C.J. Holland (ST,TE), Gene Roddenberry +D: Cliff Bole +G: John deLancie (Q) +S: Riker is given the powers of the Q Continuum, which when balanced against + his duties on the Enterprise seem a little more important. + +HAVEN (11/105) 41294.5 +W: Tracy Torme (ST,TE), Lan O'Kun (ST) +D: Richard Compton +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Rob Knepper (Wyatt Miller), Robert Ellenstein + (Stephen Miller), Nan Martin (Victoria Miller), Carel Strucyken (Mr. Homn), + Raye Birk (Wren), Danitza Kingsley (Ariana), Anna Katarina (Valeda Innis) +S: Troi's mother reminds Deanna of her arranged marriage to Wyatt Miller, a + young doctor plagued by dreams of another woman...which leads him to a group + of refugees, last survivors of a dead planet. + +THE BIG GOODBYE (12/113) 41997.7 +W: Tracy Torme +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +G: Lawrence Tierney (Cyrus Redblock), Harvey Jason (Felix Leech), William + Boyett (Whalen), Gary Armagnal (McNary), David Selburg (Detective Bell), + Rhonda Aldrich (Secretary [Madeline]), Carolyn Allport (Jessica Bradley) +S: Picard, Data, Beverly and historian Whalen visit 1941 San Francisco via the + holodeck, but an alien sensor scan disrupts the equipment, leaving the four + essentially stranded in the 20th Century. + +DATALORE (13/114) 41240.2 +W: Bob Lewin (ST,TE), Maurice Hurley (ST), Gene Roddenberry (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Biff Yeager (Argyle), Brent Spiner (Lore) +S: On Omicron Theta, Data's homeworld, a duplicate android is discovered, but + this one, Lore, is much more human...and possesses the ability to kill. + +ANGEL ONE (14/115) 41636.9 +W: Patrick Barry +D: Michael Rhodes +G: Karen Montgomery (Beate), Sam Hennings (Ramsey), Patricia McPherson (Ariel), + Leonard John Crofoot (Trent) +S: Searching for the missing vessel SS Odin, the Enterprise finds the survivors + as fugitives on Angel One, a planet where the women are the controlling gen- + der and men are subservient. + +11001001 (15/116) 41365.9 +W: Maurice Hurley, Bob Lewin +D: Paul Lynch +G: Carolyn McCormick (Minuet), Gene Dynarski (Quinteros) +S: At Starbase 74, the Enterprise undergoes a refit on its holodeck, and while + Picard and Riker are entertained by a holographic beauty, the repairmen, + the Bynars, steal the vessel. + +TOO SHORT A SEASON (16/112) 41309.5 +W: Michael Michaelian (ST,TE), Dorothy Fontana (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Clayton Rohner (Mark Jameson), Marsha Hunt (Anne Jameson), Michael Pataki + (Karnas) +S: Responding to a hostage situation on Mordan IV, the Enterprise takes along + Mark Jameson, a famous Admiral whose use of a youth drug may kill him -- + unless Karnas, Mordan's revolutionary ruler, gets to him first. + +WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS (17/118) 41509.1 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Kim Manners +G: Jerry Hardin (Radue), Brenda Strong (Rashella), Jandi Swanson (Duana), + Paul Lambert (Melian), Ivy Bethune (Katie) +S: The planet Aldea, cursed by ozone depletion, captures children from the + Enterprise in an attempt to repopulate the planet. + +HOMESOIL (18/117) 41463.9 +W: Robert Sabaroff (ST,TE), Karl Guerz (ST), Ralph Sanchez (ST) +D: Corey Allen +G: Walter Gotell (Kurt Mandl), Elizabeth Lindsey (Luisa Kim), Gerard Prender- + gast (Benson) +S: Terraformers on Velara III are mysteriously being killed, and the answer + lies in a unique, never-before-discovered life form which, once aboard the + Enterprise, begins to grow at a fantastic rate. + +COMING OF AGE (19/119) 41416.2 +W: Sandy Fries +D: Michael Vejar +G: John Putch (Mordock), Ward Costello (Quinn), Robert Schenkkan (Remmick), + Robert Ito (Chang), Stephen Gregory (Kurland), Tasia Valenza (T'Shanik), + Estee Chandler (Oliana Mirren) +S: Wesley undergoes testing to enter Starfleet Academy on Relva Seven, while + Picard and his crew are investigated by Remmick in an effort to determine + if Picard is still loyal to Starfleet. + +HEART OF GLORY (20/120) 41503.7 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST,TE), Herbert Wright (ST), D.C. Fontana (ST) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Vaughn Armstrong (Korris), Charles Hyman (Konmil), David Froman (K'Nera) +S: Renegade Klingons, believing in the old ways of their Empire, come aboard + the Enterprise, attempt to convert Worf to their cause and then set out to + capture the ship. + +THE ARSENAL OF FREEDOM (21/121) 41798.2 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST), Bob Lewin (ST), Richard Manning (TE), Hans Beimler (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: Vincent Schiavelli (The Peddler), Marco Rodriguez (Paul Rice), Julia Nickson + (T'Su), Vyto Ruginis (Logan), George de la Pena (Solis) +S: Searching for the missing USS Drake, the Enterprise stumbles upon Minos, + whose people were destroyed by their technology, but whose weapons survive, + trapping Picard, Beverly, Riker, Data and Tasha on the planet and leaving + Geordi in command of the ship. + +SYMBIOSIS (22/123) No Stardate +W: Robert Lewin (ST,TE), Hans Beimler (TE), Richard Manning (TE) +D: Win Phelps +G: Merritt Butrick (T'Jon), Judson Scott (Sobi), Richard Lineback (Romas), + Kimberly Farr (Langor) +S: The Enterprise mediates a trade dispute between representatives from Ornara + and Brekka, but when Beverly stumbles upon the mysterious secret of the two + planets' symbiotic relationship, Picard must intervene. + +SKIN OF EVIL (23/122) 41601.3 +W: Joseph Stefano (ST,TE), Hannah Louise Shearer (TE) +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +G: Mart McChesney (Armus), Ray Forchion (Prieto), Walker T. Boone (Lynch) +S: When an evil alien being kidnaps Deanna Troi, Picard must fight for his + Counselor....but a terrible mistake sentences Tasha to death. + +WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS (24/124) 41697.9 +W: Deborah Dean Davis & Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Robert Becker +G: Michelle Phillips (Jenice Manheim), Rod Loomis (Paul Manheim) +S: Dr. Paul Manheim's experiments trap the universe in a time loop, and the + solution rests with Picard, if he can separate himself from his feelings + for Manheim's wife Jenice, an old flame. + +CONSPIRACY (25/125) 41775.5 +W: Robert Sabaroff (ST), Tracy Torme (TE) +D: Cliff Bole +G: Jonathan Farwell (Captain Walker Keel), Ward Costello (Quinn), Henry Darrow + (Admiral Savar), Robert Schenkkan (Remmick), Ursaline Bryant (Tryla Scott), + Michael Berryman (Rixx), Ray Reinhardt (Admiral Aaron) +S: Warned of a conspiracy within Starfleet Command by old friend Walker Keel, + whose ship is subsequently destroyed, Picard journeys to Earth and uncovers + the plan by a race of parasites to conquer the Federation! + +THE NEUTRAL ZONE (26/126) 41986.0 +W: Maurice Hurley (Television ST,TE), Deborah McIntyre & Mona Glee (Original + Story) +D: James L. Conway +G: Peter Mark Richman (Ralph Offenhouse), Leon Rippy (Sonny Clemons), Gracie + Harrison (Clare Raymond), Marc Alaimo (T'Bok), Anthony James (Thei) +S: The Enterprise discovers an old Earth satellite with three frozen humans + from the 20th Century aboard, and must hold them on the Enterprise while en + route to a meeting with the Romulans to determine the reason why border + outposts have been mysteriously destroyed. + + + + +>>> S E A S O N T W O <<< + +THE CHILD (27/127) 42073.1 +W: Jaron Summers, Jon Povill and Maurice Hurley +D: Rob Bowman +G: Seymour Cassel (Hester Dealt), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: New medical officer Kate Pulaski pronounces Troi pregnant at the hands of + a traveling alien who is born in two days...and advances at a frightening + rate. But when it is discovered the child is endangering a dangerous ship- + ment of plasma plague, can Picard save the ship? + +WHERE SILENCE HAS LEASE (28/128) 42193.6 +W: Jack B. Sowards +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Earl Boen (Nagilum) +S: An advanced alien traps the crew in a mysterious black void, pawns in its + game of research and discovery....and helpless when the alien sentences half + the crew to die. + +ELEMENTARY, DEAR DATA (29/129) 42286.3 +W: Brian Alan Lane +D: Rob Bowman +G: Daniel Davis (Moriarty), Alan Shearman (Lestrade) +S: Data, Geordi and Pulaski play out a Sherlock Holmes mystery in the holodeck, + but when Geordi challenges the computer to create an adversary capable of + defeating Data, the evil Professor Moriarty achieves consciousness....and + takes control of the Enterprise. + +THE OUTRAGEOUS OKONA (30/130) 42402.7 +W: Les Menchen (ST), Lance Dickson (ST), David Landsburg (ST), Burton Armus + (TE) +D: Robert Becker +G: William O. Campbell (Okona), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Joe Piscopo (Comic), + Douglas Rowe (Debin), Albert Stratton (Kushell), Rosalind Ingledew (Yanar), + Kieran Mulroney (Benzan) +S: The Enterprise grants asylum to Okona, a roguish captain pursued by the pla- + nets Atlek and Streleb. Meanwhile, Guinan sets out to teach Data about + human humor. + +LOUD AS A WHISPER (31/132) 42477.2 +W: Jacqueline Zambrano +D: Larry Shaw +G: Howie Seago (Riva), Marnie Mosiman (Woman), Thomas Oglesby (Scholar), Leo + Damian (Warrior/Adonis) +S: To settle a dispute on Soleis Five, the Enterprise seeks Riva, the deaf + Great Mediator, but when Riva's Chorus of telepathic translators are killed, + Troi alone has the power to help Riva. + +THE SCHIZOID MAN (32/131) 42437.5 +W: Hans Beimler & Richard Manning (ST), Tracy Torme (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: W. Morgan Sheppard (Dr. Ira Graves), Barbara Alyn Woods (Kareen Brianon), + Suzie Plakson (Lt. Selar) +S: Plagued with a fatal disease, Dr. Ira Graves transfers his consciousness + into Data, and separating the two disparate personalities rests with Pi- + card's ability to persuade Graves of his mistake. + +UNNATURAL SELECTION (33/133) 42494.8 +W: John Mason & Mike Gray +D: Paul Lynch +G: Patricia Smith (Sara Kingsley) +S: After the crew of the USS Lantree dies of old age, the Enterprise traces the + scourge to the Darwin Genetic Research Station, where a genetic experiment + gone awry holds the children at bay....and infects Dr. Pulaski. + +A MATTER OF HONOR (34/134) 42506.5 +W: Wanda M. Haight (ST), Gragory Amos (ST), Burton Armus (ST,TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Christopher Collins (Kargan), Brian Thompson (Klag), John Putch (Mendon) +S: A Starfleet exchange program brings a green young Benzite ensign on board + the Enterprise and sends Riker to the Klingon vessel Pagh, whose distrust- + ful captain attacks the Enterprise, suspecting Picard of sabotage. + +THE MEASURE OF A MAN (35/135) 42523.7 +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Amanda McBroom (Philipa Louvois), Brian Brophy (Bruce Maddox), Whoopi Gold- + berg (Guinan), Clyde Kusatsu (Admiral Nakamura) +S: Data's rights are put to the test in court as Picard battles Bruce Maddox, + a cyberneticist who wants to create more androids for Starfleet at the cost + of Data's life -- and the prosecuting attorney is Commander Riker! + +THE DAUPHIN (36/136) 42568.8 +W: Scott Rubenstein and Leonard Mlodinow +D: Rob Bowman +G: Paddi Edwards (Anya), Jamie Hubbard (Salia), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise is assigned to transport Salia, future ruler of Daled Four, + to her home planet...and en route, falls for young Wesley Crusher. + +CONTAGION (37/137) 42609.1 +W: Steve Gerber & Beth Woods +D: Rob Bowman +G: Thalmus Rasulala (Captain Varley), Carolyn Seymour (Toras), Dana Sparks + (Weapons Officer) +S: A mysterious computer virus created on the lost world of Iconia destroys the + USS Yamato, and threatens the Enterprise -- until a Romulan ship in orbit + around the planet forces Picard to go after the secrets of Iconia. + +THE ROYALE (38/138) 42625.4 +W: Keith Mills +D: Cliff Bole +G: Noble Willingham (Texas), Sam Anderson (Assistant Manager), Jill Jacobsen + (Vanessa), Leo Garcia (Bellboy) +S: After finding wreckage from a NASA vessel around Theta Eight, Riker, Worf + and Data become trapped in the Hotel Royale, a reconstruction of a trashy + Earth novel. + +TIME SQUARED (39/139) 42679.2 +W: Kurt Micahel Bensmiller (ST), Maurice Hurley (TE) +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +S: The Enterprise stumbles upon one of its own shuttlepods carrying an exact + duplicate of Picard from six hours in the future, where the ship has been + destroyed. + +THE ICARUS FACTOR (40/140) 42686.4 +W: David Assael (ST,TE), Robert L. McCullough (TE) +D: Robert Iscove +G: Mitchell Ryan (Kyle Riker) +S: Riker's father visits with a message -- Will has been promoted to command + the USS Ares, but first he must deal with the problems between himself and + Kyle. + +PEN PALS (41/141) 42695.3 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer (ST), Melinda M. Snodgrass (TE) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Nicholas Cascone (Davies), Nikki Cox (Sarjenka), Ann Gillespie (Hildebrant) +S: Data breaks the Prime Directive while communicating with a young girl on + a distant planet, which is about to be destroyed by seismic disruptions. + +Q WHO (42/142) 42761.3 +W: Maurice Hurley +D: Rob Bowman +G: John deLancie (Q), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Lycia Naff (Sonya Gomez) +S: Q takes the Enterprise to another part of the galaxy to encounter the Borg, + a race of cyborgs to whom technology is all powerful. + +SAMARITAN SNARE (43/143) 42779.1 +W: Robert L. McCullough +D: Les Landau +G: Christopher Collins (Grebnedlog), Lycia Naff (Gomez), Leslie Morris + (Reginod), Daniel Benzali (Surgeon) +S: Geordi is kidnapped by a Pakled vessel whose captain wishes to make his + crew omnipotent, while an all-important operation on Picard's heart goes + awry. + +UP THE LONG LADDER (44/144) 42823.2 +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Rosalyn Landor (Brenna), Barrie Ingham (Danilo), Jon de Vries (Granger) +S: While rescuing one colony in the Ficus Sector from solar flares, Picard + learns of a second colony comprised of a dying race of clones....and must + solve the problems of both cultures. + +MANHUNT (45/145) 42859.2 +W: Terry Devereaux +D: Rob Bowman +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Rod Arrants (Rex), Carel Struycken (Mr. Homn), + Rhonda Aldrich (Madeline), Robert Costanzo (Slade Bender) and Mick Fleet- + wood (Antedian Dignitary) +S: En route to a diplomatic conference, Troi's mother shows up while undergoing + "the Phase"; fleeing Lwaxana, Picard hides in the holodeck in the Dixon + Hill scenario. + +THE EMISSARY (46/146) 42901.3 +W: Thomas H. Calder (Unpublished Story), Richard Manning & Hans Beimler + (Television Story & Teleplay) +D: Cliff Bole +G: Suzie Plakson (K'Ehleyr), Lance LeGault (K'Temoc), Georgann Johnson (Adm. + Gromek) +S: Special Emissary K'Ehleyr, a half-human, half-Klingon representative and + former lover of Worf, is called in to mediate a special problem: a group of + Klingons from a century ago in suspended animation have just revived and + are bent on attacking the Federation. + +PEAK PERFORMANCE (47/147) 42923.4 +W: David Kemper +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Roy Brocksmith (Sirna Kolrami), Armin Shimerman (Bractor), Leslie Neale + (Nagel), Glenn Morshower (Burke) +S: The Enterprise is pitted against the USS Hathaway in war-games, but when + a Ferengi vessel shows up, Picard must play a real-life game of chess. + +SHADES OF GRAY (48/148) 42976.1 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST,TE), Hans Beimler & Richard Manning (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +S: Riker's body is invaded by a mysterious parasite and Pulaski's only recourse + seems to be the stimulation (via flashbacks) of his mind with memories. + + + + + +>>> S E A S O N T H R E E <<< + +EVOLUTION (49/150) 43125.8 +W: Michael Piller (ST,TE), Michael Wagner (ST) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Ken Jenkins (Paul Stubbs), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise assists Dr. Paul Stubbs in a research experiment, but when + Wesley accidentally releases microscopic nanites, the ship is plagued by + serious malfunction and possible disaster. + +THE ENSIGNS OF COMMAND (50/149) No Stardate +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Cliff Bole +G: Eileen Seeley (Ard'rian Mackenzie), Grainger Hines (Gosheven, uncredited), + Mark L. Taylor (Haritath), Richard Allen (Kentor) +S: Data is sent to Tau Cygna Five to evacuate the human settlers there before + the Sheliak, the alien rulers of the area, come to destroy them. + +THE SURVIVORS (51/151) 43152.4 +W: Michael Wagner +D: Les Landau +G: John Anderson (Kevin Uxbridge), Anne Haney (Rishon Uxbridge) +S: The Enterprise finds only two survivors of the 11,000 occupants on Delta + Rana IV, an old man and his wife who refuse to leave. Meanwhile, Troi is + being driven mad by strange music in her mind, and Picard wrestles with an + elusive alien vessel in orbit. + +WHO WATCHES THE WATCHERS (52/152) 43173.5 +W: Richard Manning & Hans Beimler +D: Richard Wiemer +G: Kathryn Leigh Scott (Nuria), Ray Wise (Liko), James Greene (Dr. Barron), + Pamela Segall (Oji), John McLiam (Fento) +S: Riker and Troi masquerade as Mintakans, proto-Vulcanoids, in an attempt to + find a missing anthropologist. But when a Mintakan sees Picard and believes + him to be a god, the Prime Directive becomes much more complicated. + +THE BONDING (53/153) 43198.7 +W: Ronald D. Moore +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Susan Powell (Marla Aster), Gabriel Damon (Jeremy Aster) +S: An archaeologist is killed on an Away mission, leaving behind a young son. + But when she mysteriously reappears to him, Picard must play a game of wits + with a powerful alien force who wants to raise the boy. + +BOOBY TRAP (54/154) 43205.6 +W: Michael Wagner (ST), Ron Roman (ST,TE), Michael Piller (TE), Richard + Danus (TE) +D: Gabrielle Beaumont +G: Susan Gibney (Dr. Leah Brahms), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Albert Hall + (Galek Sar), Julie Warner (Christy Henshaw) +S: When the Enterprise becomes ensnared in a 1000-year-old booby trap, Geordi + recreates one of the Enterprise's designers in the holodeck....and falls in + love with her. + +THE ENEMY (55/155) 43349.2 +W: David Kemper and Michael Piller +D: David Carson +G: John Snyder (Bochra), Andreas Katsulas (Commander Tomalak), Steve Rankin + (Patakh) +S: Marooned on Galorndan Core with a Romulan crash survivor, Bochra, Geordi and + he must learn to put their differences aside in order to survive. + +THE PRICE (56/156) 43385.6 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Matt McCoy (Devinoni Ral), Elizabeth Hoffman (Bhavani), Castulo Guerra + (Seth Mendoza), Scott Thomson (DaiMon Goss), Kevin Peter Hall (Leyor), Dan + Shor (Dr. Arridor) +S: The Enterprise plays host to the negotiations of the rights to the Barzan + Wormhole, a fantastic new transportation corridor. But a Ferengi DaiMon + has plans to sabotage the conference, and Troi learns a dark secret about + Devinoni Ral, a delegate that she falls head-first for. + +THE VENGEANCE FACTOR (57/157) 43421.9 +W: Sam Rolfe +D: Timothy Bond +G: Lisa Wilcox (Yuta), Joey Aresco (Brull), Nancy Parsons (Marouk), Stephen + Lee (Chorgon) +S: The Enterprise attempts to assist in the cease-fire between the Acamarians + and the Gatherers, a nomadic party that broke away from them -- but blood + feuds still exist, and racial hatred is something that isn't easily broken. + +THE DEFECTOR (58/158) 43462.5 +W: Ronald D. Moore +D: Robert Scheerer +G: James Sloyan (Admiral Jarok), Andreas Katsulas (Commander Tomalak) +S: The Enterprise plays host to a Romulan defector who insists that the Empire + will wage a war to regain the Neutral Zone in 48 hours. But is he a spy, + or is war truly imminent? + +THE HUNTED (59/159) 43489.2 +W: Robin Bernheim +D: Cliff Bole +G: Jeff McCarthy (Roga Danar), James Cromwell (Nayrok) +S: A genetically altered veteran of a planetary war, imprisoned by his peers, + escapes and brings his case to the Enterprise. + +THE HIGH GROUND (60/160) 43510.7 +W: Melinda Snodgrass +D: Gabrielle Beaumont +G: Kerrie Keane (Alexana Devos), Richard Cox (Kyril Finn) +S: On Rutia Four, Beverly Crusher is kidnapped by a group of terrorists waging + a war for independence....and discovers that there is no right and wrong in + the struggle. + +DEJA Q (61/161) 43539.1 +W: Richard Danus +D: Les Landau +G: John deLancie (Q), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Richard Cansino (Dr. Garin) +S: While the Enterprise is on a mission to rescue a planet from an incoming + asteroid, Q returns, deprived of his powers and forced to live life as a + mortal by his own people. + +A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE (62/162) 43610.4 +W: Ed Zuckerman +D: Cliff Bole +G: Craig Richard Nelson (Krag), Gina Hecht (Manua), Mark Margolis (Dr. Apgar), + Juli Donald (Tayna) +S: When the Tanuga Research Station mysteriously explodes, Riker is accused of + the destruction, and the holodeck is used to recreate the events preceding + the explosion from each witness' point of view. + +YESTERDAY'S ENTERPRISE (63/163) 43625.2 +W: Trent Christopher Ganino and Eric Stillwell (Original Story), Ira Stephen + Behr (TE), Richard Manning (TE), Hans Beimler (TE), Ronald D. Moore (TE) +D: David Carson +G: Denise Crosby (Tasha Yar), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Christopher McDonald + (Castillo), Tricia O'Neil (Captain Rachel Garrett) +S: A temporal rift caused by the Enterprise-C creates an alternate reality + where the war-torn Federation is losing to the Klingons and Tasha is still + alive. Picard must trust Guinan's intuition that history has been changed, + even at the cost of his own life. + +THE OFFSPRING (64/164) 43657.0 +W: Rene Echevarria +D: Jonathan Frakes +G: Hallie Todd (Lal), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Nicolas Coster (Admiral Haftel) +S: Data creates a child android called Lal, whom he adopts as his own, but + Starfleet has its own designs on her.... + +SINS OF THE FATHER (65/165) 43685.2 +W: Ronald D. Moore (TE), W. Reed Moran (TE), based on teleplay by Drew Deighan +D: Les Landau +G: Tony Todd (Kurn), Charles Cooper (K'mpec), Patrick Massett (Duras), Thelma + Lee (Kahlest) +S: Worf's long-lost brother joins him on a personal mission to the Klingon + homeworld, where Worf must challenge a ruling against his late father - one + that condemns him as a traitor to the Klingon race! + +ALLEGIANCE (66/166) 43714.1 +W: Hans Beimler & Richard Manning +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Stephen Markle (Tholl), Reiner Schone (Esoqq), Joycelyn O'Brien (Haro), + Jeff and Jerry Rector (Aliens) +S: Captain Picard is kidnapped by aliens who replace him with a duplicate; + while his comrades deal with their own feelings of loyalty toward their + "captain," the real Picard and three fellow captives attempt escape! + +CAPTAIN'S HOLIDAY (67/167) 43745.2 +W: Ira Stephen Behr +D: Chip Chalmers +G: Jennifer Hetrick (Vash), Max Grodenchik (Sovak), Karen Landry (Ajur), + Michael Champion (Boratis), Deirdre Imershein (Joval) +S: Picard's holiday on Risa is interrupted by an enigmatic young woman and a + self-assured Ferengi, both of whom are looking for a legendary treasure.... + in actuality, a weapon stolen from the 27th century and hidden in the past! + +TIN MAN (68/168) 43779.3 +W: Dennis Putman Bailey & David Bischoff +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Harry Groener (Tam Elbrun), Michael Cavanaugh (Captain DeSoto), Peter Vogt + (Romulan Commander) +S: The Enterprise escorts a Betazoid named Elbrun to meet Tin Man, a new life + form in a remote system that the Romulans have their own designs on...and + who has established a link with Elbrun himself. + +HOLLOW PURSUITS (69/169) 43807.4 +W: Sally Caves +D: Cliff Bole +G: Dwight Schultz (Lt. Barclay), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Charley Lang (Duffy) +S: While the Enterprise is stricken with a strange chemical affliction, an + introverted crewmember becomes addicted to the holodeck trying to escape + the pressures of reality. + +THE MOST TOYS (70/170) 43872.2 +W: Shari Goodhartz +D: Timothy Bond +G: Saul Rubinek (Kivas Fajo), Jane Daly (Varria), Nehemiah Persoff (Toff) +S: Data is kidnapped by a ruthless alien trader named Fajo and made his prize + possession in his collection of stolen treasures....but Fajo soon realizes + that Data is anything but cooperative. + +SAREK (71/171) 43917.4 +W: Peter S. Beagle (Television ST,TE), Marc Cushman & Jake Jacobs (Original ST) +D: Les Landau +G: Mark Lenard (Sarek), Joanna Miles (Perrin), William Denis (Ki Mendrossen), + Rocco Sisto (Sakkath) +S: Sarek, the venerable Vulcan Ambassador, comes aboard the Enterprise for a + meeting with the reclusive Legarans, but when an outbreak of sporadic vio- + lence is linked to Sarek, the mission is in jeopardy. + +MENAGE A TROI (72/172) 43930.7 +W: Fred Bronson & Susan Sackett +D: Rob Legato +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Frank Corsentino (DaiMon Tog), Rudolph + Willrich (Reittan Grax), Ethan Phillips (Dr. Farek), Peter Slutsker (Nibor) + and Carel Struycken (Mr. Homn) +S: While on shore leave on Betazed, Riker and Troi are kidnapped with Troi's + mother by the Ferengi, set on learning the truth about Betazoid telepathy. + +TRANSFIGURATIONS (73/173) 43957.2 +W: Rene Echevarria +D: Tom Benko +G: Mark La Mura (John Doe), Charles Dennis (Sunad), Julie Warner (Christy) +S: The Enterprise aids the lone survivor of a ship crash, an amnesiac with + remarkable recuperative powers whose cell mutation has something to do with + his flight from home. + +THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS, PART ONE (74/174) 43989.1 +W: Michael Piller +D: Cliff Bole +G: Elizabeth Dennehy (Shelby), George Murdock (Admiral Hanson), Whoopi Gold- + berg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise engages a lone Borg vessel in a distant star system, the + precursor of a massive invasion of the Federation - a seemingly hopeless + battle on which rides the life of Captain Picard and the survival of the + planet Earth itself. + + + + + +>>> S E A S O N F O U R <<< + +THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS, PART TWO (75/175) 44001.4 +W: Michael Piller +D: Cliff Bole +G: Elizabeth Dennehy (Shelby), George Murdock (Admiral Hanson), Whoopi Gold- + berg (Guinan) +S: After their secret weapon is defeated, the Enterprise tails the Borg to + Earth, where they first decimate half of Starfleet and then aim their + sights on "integrating" the human race. + +FAMILY (76/178) 44012.3 +W: Ronald D. Moore (from a premise by Susanne Lambdin and Bryan Stewart) +D: Les Landau +G: Jeremy Kemp (Robert Picard), Samantha Eggar (Marie Picard), Theodore Bikel + (Sergei Rozhenko), Georgia Brown (Helena Rozhenko), Whoopi Goldberg (Gui- + nan), Dennis Creaghan (Louis), David Tristan Birken (Rene Picard) and Doug + Wert (Jack Crusher) +S: While the Enterprise undergoes repairs following the Borg incident, Picard + visits his home village of Labarre, France; meanwhile, Worf's human parents + attempt to understand their son's frustration; and Wesley receives a + message from his long lost father. + +BROTHERS (77/177) 44085.7 +W: Rick Berman +D: Rob Bowman +G: Cory Danziger (Jake Potts), Brent Spiner (Lore/Dr. Noonian Soong), Adam + Ryen (Willie) +S: While the Enterprise is undergoing a vital medical mission to save a boy's + life, the ship is hijacked by Data, under the control of his presumed-dead + creator, Dr. Soong -- who has what Data needs to become fully "human". + +SUDDENLY HUMAN (78/176) 44143.7 +W: Ralph Phillips (ST), John Whelpley and Jeri Taylor (TE) +D: Gabrielle Beaumont +G: Sherman Howard (Endar), Chad Allen (Jono/Jeremiah Rossa), Barbara Townsend + (Admiral Rossa) +S: The Enterprise discovers a battered Talarian freighter with five boys - one + of which is lost human Jeremiah Rossa. But Jono, as he is now called, soon + becomes the focus of a showdown. + +REMEMBER ME (79/179) 44161.2 +W: Lee Sheldon +D: Cliff Bole +G: Eric Menyuk (The Traveler), Bill Erwin (Dr. Dalen Quaice) +S: When Wesley experiments with the Kosinski theorems, Beverly is catapulted + into an alternate universe created from her thoughts...which is slowly + shrinking. Only Wesley and the Traveler can save her. + +LEGACY (80/180) 44215.2 +W: Joe Menosky +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Beth Toussaint (Ishara Yar), Don Mirrault (Hayne) +S: The Enterprise travels to Turkana Four, birthplace of Tasha Yar, to rescue + two marooned Federation officers...and finds a bitter power struggle, with + Ishara, Tasha's sister, at the center. + +REUNION (81/181) 44246.3 +W: Drew Deighan (ST), Thomas & Jo Perry (ST,TE), Ronald D. Moore (TE) and + Brannon Braga (TE) +D: Jonathan Frakes +G: Suzie Plakson (K'Ehleyr), Charles Cooper (K'mpec), Patrick Massett (Duras), + Robert O'Reilly (Gowron), Jon Steuer (Alexander) +S: Picard is chosen to honor the dying wish of the Klingon High Commander: to + discover which of his two successors has been poisoning him; while K'Ehleyr + brings her son - Worf's son - to the Enterprise to meet his father. + +FUTURE IMPERFECT (82/182) 44286.5 +W: J. Larry Carroll and David Bennett Carren +D: Les Landau +G: Andreas Katsulas (Tomalak), Chris Demetral (Jean-Luc/Ethan/Barash), Carolyn + McCormick +S: After Riker loses consciousness on a failed Away Team mission, he wakes up + to discover he is on the Enterprise - sixteen years in the future, and + directly involved in a peace accord with the Romulans. + +FINAL MISSION (83/183) 44307.3 +W: Kacey Arnold-Ince (ST,TE) and Jeri Taylor (TE) +D: Corey Allen +G: Nick Tate (Dirgo), Kim Hamilton (Sonji) +S: Before going to the Academy, Wesley accompanies Picard on a mission to Pen- + tarus Five, but when their shuttlecraft crash lands on a desert planet, + Wesley is suddenly responsible for saving the Captain's life. + +THE LOSS (84/184) 44356.9 +W: Hilary J. Bader (ST,TE), Alan J. Adler and Vanessa Greene (TE) +D: Chip Chalmers +G: Kim Braden (Janet Brooks), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: When the Enterprise is caught in the migration path of two-dimensional life + forms headed for disaster, Troi mysteriously loses her Betazoid empathic + sense, and must content with being, in all respects, "blind". + +DATA'S DAY (85/185) 44390.1 +W: Harold Apter (ST,TE) and Ronald D. Moore (TE) +D: Robert Wiemer +G: Rosalind Chao (Keiko), Sierra Pecheur (T'Pel), Alan Scarfe (Mendak) +S: Data examines his inner self in the midst of a most uncommon day in the life + of the Enterprise: O'Brien and Keiko Ishikawa prepare for their wedding, + while a Vulcan Ambassador is taken to the edge of the Romulan Empire. + +THE WOUNDED (86/186) 44429.6 +W: Stuart Charno (ST), Sara Charno (ST), Cy Chermak (ST) and Jeri Taylor (TE) +D: Chip Chalmers +G: Bob Gunton (Captain Ben Maxwell), Rosalind Chao (Keiko), Marc Alaimo (Gul + Macet), Time Winters (Glen Daro), John Hancock (Admiral Haden), Marco + Rodriguez (Glen Telle) +S: Picard is given the difficult task of stopping Captain Maxwell of the USS + Phoenix from completing his highly destructive personal crusade against the + Cardassians, former enemies of the Federation....but could Maxwell's theory + that the aliens are preparing for another war be true? + +DEVIL'S DUE (87/187) 44474.5 +W: Philip Lazebnik (ST,TE) and William Douglas Lansford (ST) +D: Tom Benko +G: Marta DuBois (Ardra), Marcelo Tubert (Acost Jared), Paul Lambert (Dr. + Howard Clarke) +S: The Enterprise comes to the aid - and is involved in the turmoil - of the + Ventaxians, people who have sacrificed their future at the hands of the + "devil," Ardra, for the past 1000 years of peace. + +CLUES (88/188) 44502.7 +W: Bruce D. Arthurs (ST,TE) and Joe Menosky (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Rhonda Aldrich (Madeline) +S: While investigating a distant planet, the crew blacks out for 24 hours, and + in an effort to investigate the reason, Picard discovers Data may be lying + to him! + +FIRST CONTACT (89/189) No Stardate +W: Marc Scott Zicree (ST), Dennis Russell Bailey (TE), David Bischoff (TE), + Joe Menosky (TE), Michael Piller (TE) and Ronald D. Moore (TE) +D: Cliff Bole +G: George Coe (Chancellor Durkin), Carolyn Seymour (Mirasta Yale), Michael + Ensign (Krola), George Hearn (Berel), Steven Anderson (Nilrem), Sachi + Parker (Tava) and Bebe Neuwirth (Lanel) +S: During a critical first contact mission, Riker is badly injured, leading + Picard into a dangerous game of enterprise and deceit to win his freedom + and bring an isolated planet into the Federation. + +GALAXY'S CHILD (90/190) 44614.6 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST), Thomas Kartozian (TE) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Susan Gibney (Dr. Leah Brahms), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: While the Enterprise assists in the birth - and weaning - of a new life + form, Geordi comes face to face with the real Leah Brahms who he once re- + created in the holodeck. + +NIGHT TERRORS (91/191) 44631.2 +W: Shari Goodhartz (ST), Pamela Douglas (TE), Jeri Taylor (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: Rosalind Chao (Keiko), John Vickery (Hagan), Duke Moosekian (Gillespie) +S: After discovering the USS Brattain adrift, its crew but one all dead, the + Enterprise is stranded in a Tyken's Rift, a tear in space where the crew + begins to go mad....all due to dream deprivation. + +IDENTITY CRISIS (92/192) 44664.5 +W: Tim DeHaas (Original ST), Brannon Braga (TE) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Maryann Plunkett (Commander Susanna Leitjen) +S: Geordi and longtime friend Leitjen begin to metamorphose while the ship is + on course to a planet both visited five years before, a planet whose + colonists disappeared! + +THE Nth DEGREE (93/193) 44704.2 +W: Joe Menosky +D: Robert Legato +G: Dwight Schultz (Barclay), Saxon Trainor (Larson), Jim Norton (Einstein) +S: After being exposed to an alien probe, Barclay's intelligence is increased + exponentially, and he takes over the Enterprise and sends it through a + wormhole into another part of the galaxy. + +QPID (94/194) 44741.9 +W: Randee Russell (ST) and Ira Steven Behr (ST,TE) +D: Cliff Bole +G: John deLancie (Q), Jennifer Hetrick (Vash), Clive Revill (Sir Guy) +S: During an archaeology conference on the Enterprise, Q shows up and trans- + forms Picard into Robin Hood, Vash into Maid Marion and the bridge crew + into the Merry Men. + +THE DRUMHEAD (95/195) 44769.2 +W: Jeri Taylor +D: Jonathan Frakes +G: Jean Simmons (Admiral Satie), Bruce French (Sabin), Spencer Garrett (Simon + Tarses), Earl Billings (Admiral Henry), Henry Woronicz (J'Ddan), Ann Shea + (Nellen) +S: After a Klingon exchange officer is accused of treason, Federation expert + Admiral Nora Satie comes to the Enterprise to investigate a possible con- + spiracy, but when her probe begins to affect the career of an innocent young + ensign, Picard takes to the defense. + +HALF A LIFE (96/196) 44805.3 +W: Peter Allan Fields (ST,TE) and Ted Roberts (ST) +D: Les Landau +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), David Ogden Stiers (Dr. Timicin), Michelle + Forbes (Dara), Terence McNally (B'Tardat) and Carel Struycken (Mr. Homn) +S: Lwaxana Troi falls for a Kaelon scientist who is on board the Enterprise to + aid his people in a research experiment...and whose society demands that, + upon reaching his imminent 60th birthday, he must commit ritual suicide. + +THE HOST (97/197) 44821.3 +W: Michel Horvat +D: Marvin V. Rush +G: Franc Luz (Odan), Barbara Tarbuck (Leka), William Newman (Kalin Trose), + Nicole Orth-Pallavicini (Kareel) +S: An alien ambassador whom Beverly has fallen for is suddenly revealed to be + a symbiotic creature, and when the human host dies the only alternative for + the alien parasite is to be placed within Riker! + +THE MIND'S EYE (98/198) 44885.5 +W: Ken Schafer (ST), Rene Echevarria (ST,TE) +D: David Livingston +G: Larry Dobkin (Ambassador Kell), Edward Wiley (Governor Vagh), John Fleck + (Commander Taibak) +S: While en route to Risa, Geordi is kidnapped and brainwashed into becoming a + Romulan assassin, in a plot to kill the Klingon governor of Krios and blame + it on the Federation. + +IN THEORY (99/199) 44932.3 +W: Ronald D. Moore and Joe Menosky +D: Patrick Stewart +G: Michele Scarabelli (Jenna), Rosalind Chao (Keiko), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: A young Enterprise engineer on the rebound from a failed relationship warms + up to Data, leading the android on a voyage of self-discovery as he draws + closer to her. + +REDEMPTION, PART ONE (100/200) 44995.3 +W: Ronald D. Moore +D: Cliff Bole +G: Robert O'Reilly (Gowron), Tony Todd (Kurn), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), + Barbara March (Lursa), Gwynyth Walsh (B'Etor), Ben Slack (K'Tal), Nicholas + Kepros (Movar), J.D. Cullum (Toral) and Denise Crosby (Romulan Commander) +S: Picard journeys to the Klingon homeworld to complete Gowron's ascension to + the throne, while Worf and brother Kurn gamble for the restoration of their + father's name. But when the late Duras' family stages a power play, the + future of the Klingon Empire, and its alliance with the Federation, become + fragile...while a Romulan officer bearing a strong resemblance to the late + Tasha Yar waits in the shadows. + + + +(C) Copyright June 1991 Jim Shaun Lyon +(C) Copyright 1991 CompuServe Information Service + +Subject (C) Copyright 1991 Paramount Pictures Corp. + + + +-eof- + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. ALL-TEXT BBS SYSTEMS. + + Full access for first-time callers. We don't want to know who you are, + where you live, or what your phone number is. We are not Big Brother. + + "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armchr.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armchr.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..205d3d9e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/armchr.txt @@ -0,0 +1,633 @@ + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + An Armchair Guide + July 1990 Edition + + By Jim Shaun Lyon (72571,3002) + + +The following is a list of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION episodes designed +for reference. Listed after the title is the episode number/code (order of +airing/order of production), the stardate, writers (W) (ST is indicative of +story, TE of teleplay, in case there are differentiations), main guests if +any (G) and one-line summary (S). + +Regular Cast: Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean-Luc Picard), Jonathan Frakes +(Commander William Riker), LeVar Burton (Geordi LaForge), Denise Crosby +(Lieutenant Tasha Yar - First Season Only), Michael Dorn (Worf), Gates +McFadden (Dr. Beverly Crusher - Seasons One & Three), Marina Sirtis (Counselor +Deanna Troi), Brent Spiner (Lt. Commander Data), Wil Wheaton (Wesley Crusher), +Diana Muldaur (Dr. Katherine Pulaski - Season Two), Colm Meaney (Chief +O'Brien - Recurring Role, Seasons Two & Three), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan - +Recurring Role, Seasons Two & Three) + + + + +>>> S E A S O N O N E <<< + +ENCOUNTER AT FARPOINT (1-2/101-102) 41153.5 +W: Dorothy Fontana, Gene Roddenberry +D: Corey Allen +G: John deLancie (Q), Michael Bell (Zorn), DeForest Kelley (McCoy) +S: En route to Deneb IV to discover how the inhabitants built Farpoint Station + so quickly, the Enterprise is stopped by Q, an advanced life form that con- + demns humanity as a savage race. + +THE NAKED NOW (3/103) 41209.2 +W: John D.F. Black (ST), J. Michael Bingham (ST,TE) +D: Paul Lynch +G: Brooke Bundy (MacDougal) +S: The Enterprise inherits a virus from the USS Tsiolkovsky, which makes the + crew lose their inhibitions -- and the antidote can be traced back to the + Enterprise under Captain Kirk. + +CODE OF HONOR (4/104) 41235.25 +W: Kathryn Powers & Michael Baron +D: Russ Mayberry +G: Jessie Lawrence Ferguson (Lutan), Karole Selmon (Yareena) +S: While orbiting Ligon II, Tasha Yar is kidnapped by leader Lutan in a pecu- + liar bid of "counting coup" and is forced into a death duel to be released + from it. + +THE LAST OUTPOST (5/108) 41386.4 +W: Richard Krzemian (ST), Herbert Wright (TE) +D: Richard Colla +S: The Enterprise and a Ferengi vessel are trapped above Delphi Ardu, the last + outpost of the Tkon Empire, where a strange gnome challenges them to solve + a riddle. + +WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE (6/106) 41253.1 +W: Diane Duane and Michael Reaves +D: Rob Bowman +G: Eric Menyuk (the Traveler), Stanley Kamel (Kosinski), Herta Ware (Mamon) +S: While undergoing enhancements on its engines, the Enterprise is propelled by + an alien traveler into an alternate universe where thought becomes reality. + +LONELY AMONG US (7/107) 41249.3 +W: Michael Halperin +D: D.C. Fontana +S: Ferrying warring diplomats to a conference on Parliament, the ship passes + through a living cloud that infiltrates the computer...and eventually takes + control of Captain Picard. + +JUSTICE (8/109) 41255.6 +W: Worley Thorne (ST,TE), Ralph Wills (ST) +D: James L. Conway +G: Jay Louden (Liator), Brenda Bakke (Rivan) +S: The Enterprise visits Rubicam Three, whose hedonistic occupants welcome the + crew with open arms...but the mysterious, transparent "god" in orbit has a + different attitude. + +THE BATTLE (9/110) 41723.9 +W: Larry Forrester (ST), Herbert Wright (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Frank Corsentino (Bok), Doug Warhit (Kazago) +S: A Ferengi DaiMon offers Picard the derelict of his former command, the USS + Stargazer, which carries aboard it a mind-control sphere that puts him in + the captain's seat...against the Enterprise! + +HIDE AND Q (10/111) 41590.5 +W: C.J. Holland (ST,TE), Gene Roddenberry +D: Cliff Bole +G: John deLancie (Q) +S: Riker is given the powers of the Q Continuum, which when balanced against + his duties on the Enterprise seem a little more important. + +HAVEN (11/105) 41294.5 +W: Tracy Torme (ST,TE), Lan O'Kun (ST) +D: Richard Compton +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Rob Knepper (Wyatt Miller), Robert Ellenstein + (Stephen Miller), Nan Martin (Victoria Miller), Carel Strucyken (Mr. Homn) +S: Troi's mother reminds Deanna of her arranged marriage to Wyatt Miller, a + young doctor plagued by dreams of another woman...which leads him to a group + of refugees, last survivors of a dead planet. + +THE BIG GOODBYE (12/113) 41997.7 +W: Tracy Torme +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +G: Lawrence Tierney (Cyrus Redblock), Harvey Jason (Felix Leech), William + Boyett (Whalen), Gary Armagnal (McNary), David Selburg (Detective Bell) +S: Picard, Data, Beverly and historian Whalen visit 1941 San Francisco via the + holodeck, but an alien sensor scan disrupts the equipment, leaving the four + essentially stranded in the 20th Century. + +DATALORE (13/114) 41240.2 +W: Bob Lewin (ST,TE), Maurice Hurley (ST), Gene Roddenberry (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +S: On Omicron Theta, Data's homeworld, a duplicate android is discovered, but + this one, Lore, is much more human...and possesses the ability to kill. + +ANGEL ONE (14/115) 41636.9 +W: Patrick Barry +D: Michael Rhodes +G: Karen Montgomery (Beate), Sam Hennings (Ramsey), Patricia McPherson (Ariel) +S: Searching for the missing vessel SS Odin, the Enterprise finds the survivors + as fugitives on Angel One, a planet where the women are the controlling gen- + der and men are subservient. + +11001001 (15/116) 41365.9 +W: Maurice Hurley, Bob Lewin +D: Paul Lynch +G: Carolyn McCormick (Minuet), Gene Dynarski (Quinteros) +S: At Starbase 74, the Enterprise undergoes a refit on its holodeck, and while + Picard and Riker are entertained by a holographic beauty, the repairmen, + the Bynars, steal the vessel. + +TOO SHORT A SEASON (16/112) 41309.5 +W: Michael Michaelian (ST,TE), Dorothy Fontana (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Clayton Rohner (Mark Jameson), Marsha Hunt (Anne Jameson), Michael Pataki + (Karnas) +S: Responding to a hostage situation on Mordan IV, the Enterprise takes along + Mark Jameson, a famous Admiral whose use of a youth drug may kill him -- + unless Karnas, Mordan's revolutionary ruler, gets to him first. + +WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS (17/118) 41509.1 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Kim Manners +G: Jerry Hardin (Radue), Brenda Strong (Rashella) +S: The planet Aldea, cursed by ozone depletion, captures children from the + Enterprise in an attempt to repopulate the planet. + +HOMESOIL (18/117) 41463.9 +W: Robert Sabaroff (ST,TE), Karl Guerz (ST), Ralph Sanchez (ST) +D: Corey Allen +G: Walter Gotell (Kurt Mandl), Elizabeth Lindsey (Luisa Kim) +S: Terraformers on Velara III are mysteriously being killed, and the answer + lies in a unique, never-before-discovered life form which, once aboard the + Enterprise, begins to grow at a fantastic rate. + +COMING OF AGE (19/119) 41416.2 +W: Sandy Fries +D: Michael Vejar +G: John Putch (Mordock), Ward Costello (Quinn), Robert Schenkkan (Remmick), + Robert Ito (Chang) +S: Wesley undergoes testing to enter Starfleet Academy on Relva Seven, while + Picard and his crew are investigated by Remmick in an effort to determine + if Picard is still loyal to Starfleet. + +HEART OF GLORY (20/120) 41503.7 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST,TE), Herbert Wright (ST), D.C. Fontana (ST) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Vaughn Armstrong (Korris), Charles Hyman (Konmil), David Froman (K'Nera) +S: Renegade Klingons, believing in the old ways of their Empire, come aboard + the Enterprise, attempt to convert Worf to their cause and then set out to + capture the ship. + +THE ARSENAL OF FREEDOM (21/121) 41798.2 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST), Bob Lewin (ST), Richard Manning (TE), Hans Beimler (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: Vincent Schiavelli (The Peddler) +S: Searching for the missing USS Drake, the Enterprise stumbles upon Minos, + whose people were destroyed by their technology, but whose weapons survive, + trapping Picard, Beverly, Riker, Data and Tasha on the planet and leaving + Geordi in command of the ship. + +SYMBIOSIS (22/123) No Stardate +W: Robert Lewin (ST,TE), Hans Beimler (TE), Richard Manning (TE) +D: Win Phelps +G: Merritt Butrick (T'Jon), Judson Scott (Sobi) +S: The Enterprise mediates a trade dispute between representatives from Ornara + and Brekka, but when Beverly stumbles upon the mysterious secret of the two + planets' symbiotic relationship, Picard must intervene. + +SKIN OF EVIL (23/122) 41601.3 +W: Joseph Stefano (ST,TE), Hannah Louise Shearer (TE) +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +S: When an evil alien being kidnaps Deanna Troi, Picard must fight for his + Counselor....but a terrible mistake sentences Tasha to death. + +WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS (24/124) 41697.9 +W: Deborah Dean Davis & Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Robert Becker +G: Michelle Phillips (Jenice Manheim), Rod Loomis (Paul Manheim) +S: Dr. Paul Manheim's experiments trap the universe in a time loop, and the + solution rests with Picard, if he can separate himself from his feelings + for Manheim's wife Jenice, an old flame. + +CONSPIRACY (25/125) 41775.5 +W: Robert Sabaroff (ST), Tracy Torme (TE) +D: Cliff Bole +G: Jonathan Farwell (Captain Walker Keel), Ward Costello (Quinn), Henry Darrow + (Admiral Savar), Robert Schenkkan (Remmick) +S: Warned of a conspiracy within Starfleet Command by old friend Walker Keel, + whose ship is subsequently destroyed, Picard journeys to Earth and uncovers + the plan by a race of parasites to conquer the Federation! + +THE NEUTRAL ZONE (26/126) 41986.0 +W: Maurice Hurley (Television ST,TE), Deborah McIntyre & Mona Glee (Original + Story) +D: James L. Conway +G: Peter Mark Richman (Ralph Offenhouse), Leon Rippy (Sonny Clemons), Gracie + Harrison (Clare Raymond), Marc Alaimo (T'Bok) +S: The Enterprise discovers an old Earth satellite with three frozen humans + from the 20th Century aboard, and must hold them on the Enterprise while en + route to a meeting with the Romulans to determine the reason why border + outposts have been mysteriously destroyed. + + + + +>>> S E A S O N T W O <<< + +THE CHILD (27/127) 42073.1 +W: Jaron Summers, Jon Povill and Maurice Hurley +D: Rob Bowman +G: Seymour Cassel (Hester Dealt), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: New medical officer Kate Pulaski pronounces Troi pregnant at the hands of + a traveling alien who is born in two days...and advances at a frightening + rate. But when it is discovered the child is endangering a dangerous ship- + ment of plasma plague, can Picard save the ship? + +WHERE SILENCE HAS LEASE (28/128) 42193.6 +W: Jack B. Sowards +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Earl Boen (Nagilum) +S: An advanced alien traps the crew in a mysterious black void, pawns in its + game of research and discovery....and helpless when the alien sentences half + the crew to die. + +ELEMENTARY, DEAR DATA (29/129) 42286.3 +W: Brian Alan Lane +D: Rob Bowman +G: Daniel Davis (Moriarty), Alan Shearman (Lestrade) +S: Data, Geordi and Pulaski play out a Sherlock Holmes mystery in the holodeck, + but when Geordi challenges the computer to create an adversary capable of + defeating Data, the evil Professor Moriarty achieves consciousness....and + takes control of the Enterprise. + +THE OUTRAGEOUS OKONA (30/130) 42402.7 +W: Les Menchen (ST), Lance Dickson (ST), David Landsburg (ST), Burton Armus + (TE) +D: Robert Becker +G: William O. Campbell (Okona), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Joe Piscopo (Comic), + Douglas Rowe (Debin), Albert Stratton (Kushell) +S: The Enterprise grants asylum to Okona, a roguish captain pursued by the pla- + nets Atlek and Streleb. Meanwhile, Guinan sets out to teach Data about + human humor. + +LOUD AS A WHISPER (31/132) 42477.2 +W: Jacqueline Zambrano +D: Larry Shaw +G: Howie Seago (Riva), Marnie Mosiman (Woman), Thomas Oglesby (Scholar), Leo + Damian (Warrior/Adonis) +S: To settle a dispute on Soleis Five, the Enterprise seeks Riva, the deaf + Great Mediator, but when Riva's Chorus of telepathic translators are killed, + Troi alone has the power to help Riva. + +THE SCHIZOID MAN (32/131) 42437.5 +W: Hans Beimler & Richard Manning (ST), Tracy Torme (TE) +D: Les Landau +G: W. Morgan Sheppard (Dr. Ira Graves), Barbara Alyn Woods (Kareen Brianon), + Suzie Plakson (Lt. Selar) +S: Plagued with a fatal disease, Dr. Ira Graves transfers his consciousness + into Data, and separating the two disparate personalities rests with Pi- + card's ability to persuade Graves of his mistake. + +UNNATURAL SELECTION (33/133) 42494.8 +W: John Mason & Mike Gray +D: Paul Lynch +G: Patricia Smith (Sara Kingsley) +S: After the crew of the USS Lantree dies of old age, the Enterprise traces the + scourge to the Darwin Genetic Research Station, where a genetic experiment + gone awry holds the children at bay....and infects Dr. Pulaski. + +A MATTER OF HONOR (34/134) 42506.5 +W: Wanda M. Haight (ST), Gragory Amos (ST), Burton Armus (ST,TE) +D: Rob Bowman +G: Christopher Collins (Kargan), Brian Thompson (Klag), John Putch (Mendon) +S: A Starfleet exchange program brings a green young Benzite ensign on board + the Enterprise and sends Riker to the Klingon vessel Pagh, whose distrust- + ful captain attacks the Enterprise, suspecting Picard of sabotage. + +THE MEASURE OF A MAN (35/135) 42523.7 +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Amanda McBroom (Philipa Louvois), Brian Brophy (Bruce Maddox), Whoopi Gold- + berg (Guinan) +S: Data's rights are put to the test in court as Picard battles Bruce Maddox, + a cyberneticist who wants to create more androids for Starfleet at the cost + of Data's life -- and the prosecuting attorney is Commander Riker! + +THE DAUPHIN (36/136) 42568.8 +W: Scott Rubenstein and Leonard Mlodinow +D: Rob Bowman +G: Paddi Edwards (Anya), Jamie Hubbard (Salia), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise is assigned to transport Salia, future ruler of Daled Four, + to her home planet...and en route, falls for young Wesley Crusher. + +CONTAGION (37/137) 42609.1 +W: Steve Gerber & Beth Woods +D: Rob Bowman +G: Thalmus Rasulala (Captain Varley), Carolyn Seymour (Toras) +S: A mysterious computer virus created on the lost world of Iconia destroys the + USS Yamato, and threatens the Enterprise -- until a Romulan ship in orbit + around the planet forces Picard to go after the secrets of Iconia. + +THE ROYALE (38/138) 42625.4 +W: Keith Mills +D: Cliff Bole +G: Nobel Willingham (Texas), Sam Anderson (Assistant Manager), Jill Jacobsen + (Vanessa) +S: After finding wreckage from a NASA vessel around Theta Eight, Riker, Worf + and Data become trapped in the Hotel Royale, a reconstruction of a trashy + Earth novel. + +TIME SQUARED (39/139) 42679.2 +W: Kurt Micahel Bensmiller (ST), Maurice Hurley (TE) +D: Joseph L. Scanlan +S: The Enterprise stumbles upon one of its own shuttlepods carrying an exact + duplicate of Picard from six hours in the future, where the ship has been + destroyed. + +THE ICARUS FACTOR (40/140) 42686.4 +W: David Assael (ST,TE), Robert L. McCullough (TE) +D: Robert Iscove +G: Mitchell Ryan (Kyle Riker) +S: Riker's father visits with a message -- Will has been promoted to command + the USS Ares, but first he must deal with the problems between himself and + Kyle. + +PEN PALS (41/141) 42695.3 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer (ST), Melinda M. Snodgrass (TE) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Nicholas Cascone (Davies), Nikki Cox (Sarjenka) +S: Data breaks the Prime Directive while communicating with a young girl on + a distant planet, which is about to be destroyed by seismic disruptions. + +Q WHO (42/142) 42761.3 +W: Maurice Hurley +D: Rob Bowman +G: John deLancie (Q), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: Q takes the Enterprise to another part of the galaxy to encounter the Borg, + a race of cyborgs to whom technology is all powerful. + +SAMARITAN SNARE (43/143) 42779.1 +W: Robert L. McCullough +D: Les Landau +G: Christopher Collins (Grebnedlog) +S: Geordi is kidnapped by a Pakled vessel whose captain wishes to make his + crew omnipotent, while an all-important operation on Picard's heart goes + awry. + +UP THE LONG LADDER (44/144) 42823.2 +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Rosalyn Landor (Brenna), Barrie Ingham (Danilo), Jon de Vries (Granger) +S: While rescuing one colony in the Ficus Sector from solar flares, Picard + learns of a second colony comprised of a dying race of clones....and must + solve the problems of both cultures. + +MANHUNT (45/145) 42859.2 +W: Terry Devereaux +D: Rob Bowman +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Rod Arrants (Rex), Carel Struycken (Homn) +S: En route to a diplomatic conference, Troi's mother shows up while undergoing + "the Phase"; fleeing Lwaxana, Picard hides in the holodeck in the Dixon + Hill scenario. + +THE EMISSARY (46/146) 42901.3 +W: Thomas H. Calder (Unpublished Story), Richard Manning & Hans Beimler + (Television Story & Teleplay) +D: Cliff Bole +G: Suzie Plakson (K'Ehleyr), Lance LeGault (K'Temoc) +S: Special Emissary K'Ehleyr, a half-human, half-Klingon representative and + former lover of Worf, is called in to mediate a special problem: a group of + Klingons from a century ago in suspended animation have just revived and + are bent on attacking the Federation. + +PEAK PERFORMANCE (47/147) 42923.4 +W: David Kemper +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Roy Brocksmith (Sirna Kolrami) +S: The Enterprise is pitted against the USS Hathaway in war-games, but when + a Ferengi vessel shows up, Picard must play a real-life game of chess. + +SHADES OF GRAY (48/148) 42976.1 +W: Maurice Hurley (ST,TE), Hans Beimler & Richard Manning (TE) +D: Rob Bowman +S: Riker's body is invaded by a mysterious parasite and Pulaski's only recourse + seems to be the stimulation (via flashbacks) of his mind with memories. + + + + +>>> S E A S O N T H R E E <<< + +EVOLUTION (49/150) 43125.8 +W: Michael Piller (ST,TE), Michael Wagner (ST) +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Ken Jenkins (Paul Stubbs), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise assists Dr. Paul Stubbs in a research experiment, but when + Wesley accidentally releases microscopic nanites, the ship is plagued by + serious malfunction and possible disaster. + +THE ENSIGNS OF COMMAND (50/149) No Stardate +W: Melinda M. Snodgrass +D: Cliff Bole +G: Eileen Seeley (Ard'rian Mackenzie), Grainger Hines (Gosheven, uncredited) +S: Data is sent to Tau Cygna Five to evacuate the human settlers there before + the Sheliak, the alien rulers of the area, come to destroy them. + +THE SURVIVORS (51/151) 43152.4 +W: Michael Wagner +D: Les Landau +G: John Anderson (Kevin Uxbridge), Anne Haney (Rishan Uxbridge) +S: The Enterprise finds only two survivors of the 11,000 occupants on Delta + Rana IV, an old man and his wife who refuse to leave. Meanwhile, Troi is + being driven mad by strange music in her mind, and Picard wrestles with an + elusive alien vessel in orbit. + +WHO WATCHES THE WATCHERS (52/152) 43173.5 +W: Richard Manning & Hans Beimler +D: Richard Wiemer +G: Kathryn Leigh Scott (Nuria), Ray Wise (Liko), James Greene (Dr. Barron), + Pamela Segall (Oji), +S: Riker and Troi masquerade as Mintakans, proto-Vulcanoids, in an attempt to + find a missing anthropologist. But when a Mintakan sees Picard and believes + him to be a god, the Prime Directive becomes much more complicated. + +THE BONDING (53/153) 43198.7 +W: Ronald D. Moore +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Susan Powell (Marla Aster), Gabriel Damon (Jeremy Aster) +S: An archaeologist is killed on an Away mission, leaving behind a young son. + But when she mysteriously reappears to him, Picard must play a game of wits + with a powerful alien force who wants to raise the boy. + +BOOBY TRAP (54/154) 43205.6 +W: Michael Wagner (ST), Ron Roman (ST,TE), Michael Piller (TE), Richard + Danus (TE) +D: Gabrielle Beaumont +G: Susan Gibney (Leah Brahms), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Albert Hall (Galek + Dar) +S: When the Enterprise becomes ensnared in a 1000-year-old booby trap, Geordi + recreates one of the Enterprise's designers in the holodeck....and falls in + love with her. + +THE ENEMY (55/155) 43349.2 +W: David Kemper and Michael Piller +D: David Carson +G: John Snyder (Bochra), Andreas Katsulas (Commander Tomalak) +S: Marooned on Galorndan Core with a Romulan crash survivor, Bochra, Geordi and + he must learn to put their differences aside in order to survive. + +THE PRICE (56/156) 43385.6 +W: Hannah Louise Shearer +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Matt McCoy (Devinoni Ral), Elizabeth Hoffman (Bhavani), Castulo Guerra + (Mendoza), Scott Thomson (DaiMon Goss), Kevin Peter Hall (Leyor), Dan + Shor (Dr. Arridor) +S: The Enterprise plays host to the negotiations of the rights to the Barzan + Wormhole, a fantastic new transportation corridor. But a Ferengi DaiMon + has plans to sabotage the conference, and Troi learns a dark secret about + Devinoni Ral, a delegate that she falls head-first for. + +THE VENGEANCE FACTOR (57/157) 43421.9 +W: Sam Rolfe +D: Timothy Bond +G: Lisa Wilcox (Yuta), Joey Aresco (Brull), Nancy Parsons (Marouk), Stephen + Lee (Chorgon) +S: The Enterprise attempts to assist in the cease-fire between the Acamarians + and the Gatherers, a nomadic party that broke away from them -- but blood + feuds still exist, and racial hatred is something that isn't easily broken. + +THE DEFECTOR (58/158) 43462.5 +W: Ronald D. Moore +D: Robert Scheerer +G: James Sloyan (Admiral Jarok), Andreas Katsulas (Commander Tomalak) +S: The Enterprise plays host to a Romulan defector who insists that the Empire + will wage a war to regain the Neutral Zone in 48 hours. But is he a spy, + or is war truly imminent? + +THE HUNTED (59/159) 43489.2 +W: Robin Bernheim +D: Cliff Bole +G: Jeff McCarthy (Roga Danar), James Cromwell (Nayrok) +S: A genetically altered veteran of a planetary war, imprisoned by his peers, + escapes and brings his case to the Enterprise. + +THE HIGH GROUND (60/160) 43510.7 +W: Melinda Snodgrass +D: Gabrielle Beaumont +G: Kerrie Keane (Alexana Devos), Richard Cox (Kyril Finn) +S: On Rutia Four, Beverly Crusher is kidnapped by a group of terrorists waging + a war for independence....and discovers that there is no right and wrong in + the struggle. + +DEJA Q (61/161) 43539.1 +W: Richard Danus +D: Les Landau +G: John deLancie (Q), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: While the Enterprise is on a mission to rescue a planet from an incoming + asteroid, Q returns, deprived of his powers and forced to live life as a + mortal by his own people. + +A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE (62/162) 43610.4 +W: Ed Zuckerman +D: Cliff Bole +G: Craig Richard Nelson (Krag), Gina Hecht (Manua), Mark Margolis (Dr. Apgar) +S: When the Tanuga Research Station mysteriously explodes, Riker is accused of + the destruction, and the holodeck is used to recreate the events preceding + the explosion from each witness' point of view. + +YESTERDAY'S ENTERPRISE (63/163) 43625.2 +W: Trent Christopher Ganino and Eric Stillwell (Original Story), Ira Stephen + Behr (TE), Richard Manning (TE), Hans Beimler (TE), Ronald D. Moore (TE) +D: David carson +G: Denise Crosby (Tasha Yar), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Christopher McDonald + (Castillo), Tricia O'Neil (Captain Rachel Garrett) +S: A temporal rift caused by the Enterprise-C creates an alternate reality + where the war-torn Federation is losing to the Klingons and Tasha is still + alive. Picard must trust Guinan's intuition that history has been changed, + even at the cost of his own life. + +THE OFFSPRING (64/164) 43657.0 +W: Rene Echevarria +D: Jonathan Frakes +G: Hallie Todd (Lal), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan), Nicolas Coster (Haftel) +S: Data creates a child android called Lal, whom he adopts as his own, but + Starfleet has its own designs on her.... + +SINS OF THE FATHER (65/165) 43685.2 +W: Ronald D. Moore (TE), W. Reed Moran (TE), based on teleplay by Drew Deighan +D: Les Landau +G: Tony Todd (Kurn), Charles Cooper (K'mpec), Patrick Massett (Duras) +S: Worf's long-lost brother joins him on a personal mission to the Klingon + homeworld, where Worf must challenge a ruling against his late father - one + that condemns him as a traitor to the Klingon race! + +ALLEGIANCE (66/166) 43714.1 +W: Hans Beimler & Richard Manning +D: Winrich Kolbe +G: Stephen Markle (Tholl), Reiner Schone (Esoqq), Joycelyn O'Brien (Haro) +S: Captain Picard is kidnapped by aliens who replace him with a duplicate; + while his comrades deal with their own feelings of loyalty toward their + "captain," the real Picard and three fellow captives attempt escape! + +CAPTAIN'S HOLIDAY (67/167) 43745.2 +W: Ira Stephen Behr +D: Chip Chalmers +G: Jennifer Hetrick (Vash), Max Grodenchik (Sovak) +S: Picard's holiday on Risa is interrupted by an enigmatic young woman and a + self-assured Ferengi, both of whom are looking for a legendary treasure.... + in actuality, a weapon stolen from the 27th century and hidden in the past! + +TIN MAN (68/168) 43779.3 +W: Dennis Putman Bailey & David Bischoff +D: Robert Scheerer +G: Harry Groener (Tam Elbrun) +S: The Enterprise escorts a Betazoid named Elbrun to meet Tin Man, a new life + form in a remote system that the Romulans have their own designs on...and + who has established a link with Elbrun himself. + +HOLLOW PURSUITS (69/169) 43807.4 +W: Sally Caves +D: Cliff Bole +G: Dwight Schultz (Lt. Barkley), Whoopi Goldberg (Guinan) +S: While the Enterprise is stricken with a strange chemical affliction, an + introverted crewmember becomes addicted to the holodeck trying to escape + the pressures of reality. + +THE MOST TOYS (70/170) 43872.2 +W: Shari Goodhartz +D: Timothy Bond +G: Saul Rubinek (Kivas Fajo), Jane Daly (Varria), Nehemiah Persoff (Toff) +S: Data is kidnapped by a ruthless alien trader named Fajo and made his prize + possession in his collection of stolen treasures....but Fajo soon realizes + that Data is anything but cooperative. + +SAREK (71/171) 43917.4 +W: Peter S. Beagle (Television ST,TE), Marc Cushman & Jake Jacobs (Original ST) +D: Les Landau +G: Mark Lenard (Sarek), Joanna Miles (Perrin), William Denis (Mendrossen), + Rocco Sisto (Sakkath) +S: Sarek, the venerable Vulcan Ambassador, comes aboard the Enterprise for a + meeting with the reclusive Legarans, but when an outbreak of sporadic vio- + lence is linked to Sarek, the mission is in jeopardy. + +MENAGE A TROI (72/172) 43930.7 +W: Fred Bronson & Susan Sackett +D: Rob Legato +G: Majel Barrett (Lwaxana Troi), Frank Corsentino (DaiMon Tog) +S: While on shore leave on Betazed, Riker and Troi are kidnapped with Troi's + mother by the Ferengi, set on learning the truth about Betazoid telepathy. + +TRANSFIGURATIONS (73/173) 43957.2 +W: Rene Echevarria +D: Tom Benko +G: Mark La Mura (John Doe), Charles Dennis (Sunad) +S: The Enterprise aids the lone survivor of a ship crash, an amnesiac with + remarkable recuperative powers whose cell mutation has something to do with + his flight from home. + +THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS (Pt. 1) (74/174) 43989.1 +W: Michael Piller +D: Cliff Bole +G: Elizabeth Dennehy (Shelby), George Murdock (Admiral Hanson), Whoopi Gold- + berg (Guinan) +S: The Enterprise engages a lone Borg vessel in a distant star system, the + precursor of a massive invasion of the Federation - a seemingly hopeless + battle on which rides the life of Captain Picard and the survival of the + planet Earth itself. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/arrow.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/arrow.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9893d0e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/arrow.rev @@ -0,0 +1,263 @@ +WARNING: This post does, has, and will contain spoilers for the season +finale of TNG, "Time's Arrow." Those sentients currently in this general +temporal region not wishing to deal with these temporal anomalies called +"spoilers" are advised to stay clear until the temporal states have properly +aligned. (Whew!) + +Um...well, *that* was weird. Nice to have a real mystery to mull over for a +summer, though. + +Sure beats speculating on who the damned Blonde Romulan [TM] is, anyway. :-) +I suppose I'll come up with some sort of commentary on this, but it won't be +until after the synopsis. Maestro... + +The Enterprise has been called back to Earth to investigate evidence of +extraterrestrial visitations to San Francisco in the late 19th century. +The evidence consists of a sealed cavern with 19th-century relics, triolic +radiation (which has never been used on Earth)...and as the greatest shock to +everyone, Data's head. As the head is inspected (and verified as Data's, not +Lore's), everyone is very edgy to be seeing this apparent sign of Data's +death. Everyone, that is, except Data himself, who is almost comforted by +that fact, seeing it as a sign that he may not have to worry about outliving +all of his friends. When Guinan hears about this, moreover, she becomes very +thoughtful, muttering under her breath, "Full circle..." + +Triolic waves are damaging to most organic life-forms in sufficient +quantities, and many of those species immune are shape-changers, so it's +hypothesized that the aliens visiting Earth might have appeared human. +The trail (by way of a unicellular fossil) leads them to the planet Davidia +Two; no life signs are found, but temporal anomalies are sensed, and triolic +waves identical to those on Earth are also picked up. Riker takes down an +away team which specifically excludes Data (a bit of "protection" Data finds +irrational and useless, but accepts), and there Deanna senses traces of +terrified life-forms; *human* life-forms. + +Data finds traces of "sinchronic" disturbances in the area, which implies that +whatever other life on the planet is out of phase with the Enterprise crew, +if only by a fraction of a second. It is possible to use a subspace field to +align the away team with the aliens, but the only phase discriminator +sensitive enough for the job is in Data's brain. He beams down and uses a +portable subspace generator to align himself with the inhabitants of the +planet. He speaks to the away team (one-way only, unfortunately) of faceless +aliens consuming energy globes. He finds a caged snakelike creature, which +is picked up by two aliens. A temporal tornado of sorts arises, however, and +with a blinding flash, the field generator returns, without Data. + +Data, meanwhile, awakes to find himself in 1893 San Francisco. After talking +with a derelict for a short time, he seeks a room at a nearby hotel. Lacking +money, however, he cannot get one, but he hears tell of a poker game going on +in the hotel. He crashes this game, joins in, and wins enough money to keep +himself going indefinitely. He befriends the bellboy (at least, after +remembering to tip him) and hires the boy to get supplies for his coming +"inventions." As the bellboy rushes off to collect these supplies, the +derelict Data spoke to is approached by two well-dressed humans, one carrying +a cane and the other a handbag. As he coughs his way to a possible death by +cholera, one of the visitors raises her handbag, which emits a beam that +strikes the derelict. He stiffens, and a small globe of energy leaves his +body for the bag. They close the bag and walk off. + +Meanwhile, in the 24th century, the mission continues over the crew's worries +about Data. Geordi gets to work on jury-rigging a bigger and better field +generator, and Worf points out that it could be the next away team's fate to +die *with* Data in the past. Guinan, shortly thereafter, tells Picard in no +uncertain terms that he must accompany the away mission; if not, she says, +the two of them may never meet. Back in San Francisco, Data's mysterious +invention is proceeding apace, but he comes to a halt when he sees an +advertisement in the local newspaper. The ad is for a literary reception, +hosted by a wealthy socialite: one Madame Guinan. + +At this reception, Guinan and Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) discuss the +geocentric theory and the possibility of other worlds, but both are +essentially on the same side of the argument. Data crashes the party and +attempts to talk to Guinan. She shows no signs of knowing who he is, but +when he mentions a starship, she quickly assumes an air of friendship and +hustles him out of there. They talk in the back of the house, where he +explains to her who he is and where he's from (he falsely believed she had +come back in time to find him). Their explanation is interrupted, however, +when they notice the eavesdropping form of Mr. Clemens... + +Back in the 24th century, Picard joins the away team and sends Worf back to +watch over the ship. The field is activated and tuned, and they find +themselves seeing the aliens Data spoke of: glowing...faceless...sitting... +*feeding*. The energy globes, their "food", seem organic in nature, but Troi +suggests that what she's sensing is traces of the last moments of people's +lives, and that they all died in terror. Suddenly, a glowing "gate" opens, +and two aliens come through, one holding a handbag. The bag is attached to +an apparatus near the away team, and more globes pour into the device. The +other alien is carrying a snakelike creature, who hisses, reactivating the +gate. The aliens walk back through, presumably back to San Francisco. + +The away team follows. + +The gate closes. + +TO BE CONTINUED... + +Whew. As I said before, that was *odd*. Now, something a bit more concrete. + +First of all, I have to say I'm relieved. My initial thought, waaaaaaaay +back when I heard that "Time's Arrow" had been made a cliffhanger when it +initially wasn't, was "Uh-oh. They've decided to tack on a cliffhanger +ending to keep everybody glued to the set over the summer, and it's probably +going to be rotten." Fortunately, that was not the case. The result was +actually more the other way around; the impression I had was that they had a +show that they simply decided couldn't *fit* into one part, and thus decided +to put it into two. + +I cannot agree with this sentiment more; let everything find its natural +length. However, that all requires that proper attention be paid to the +second part; the setup's easier than the resolution, after all. + +Some of this went a bit slowly for my tastes. In particular, the batch of +scenes with everyone worrying about Data's apparent death did little for me. +I completely understand why they were included, and including them was a good +idea from a realistic sense; but for some reason they seemed to go on a +little long for me. (Some of it was quite nice, though; I liked most of the +Ten-Forward scene, for instance.) I'm not sure; maybe it'll pick up in +future viewings. + +As I said at the outset, it's nice to have a distinctly *different* +cliffhanger to end a season. In the past, it's been either "how the hell are +they going to get out of this?" or "who the hell is THAT?", but the basic +parameters of the situation were fairly clear. This didn't do that; here, +we've got several mysteries at hand. Not only don't we know the answers, +we're not entirely sure what all the *questions* are. Now that's a worry I +can sink my teeth into. I've got a few comments and speculations on that +(some accompanied by or brought up by Lisa), but I'll leave them for a bit. +(Those who feel particularly frivolous can try to guess which theories are +mine and which are hers. :-) ) + +Characterization was just fine, but in pretty much every case but Guinan and +Data, there's not much they needed to do. This was a very plot-driven show, +so most of the principals basically needed just to stay in character, rather +than develop in any real way. Certainly, they all managed that; and for a +nice change of pace, Troi's talents were put to good use. + +The same *almost* applies to Data, but he at least had to stretch his talents +for a new situation, which he did well enough. (The humor, unlike some other +Data shows, was understated enough that it worked pretty well; I got a kick +out of the "Ow." after he realizes he shouldn't be tossing the anvil around +with the bellboy in the room. :-) ) In particular, it was nice to see his +long-refined poker skills *finally* getting some practical use. + +Guinan was the real enigma of the show so far as characters go, and we may +see a bit of the mystery surrounding her clearing up after the dust settles +here. This was almost a tease, though; a lot more questions have been raised +than answered, and I hope we get a few answers next season. The only real +*worry* I have about this setup is that there's a danger of the writers +forgetting that (1) Guinan somehow has to hear about her homeworld's +destruction about 100 years pre-TNG, and (2) Guinan's gotta run across Q a +century before that, which is most likely not on Earth. Implying that she's +been on Earth for pretty much her whole stay, if that ends up happening, +would be a mistake in my eyes. (If anybody from the ST offices is reading, +consider this a heartfelt reminder and plea; don't do any gratuitous +retconning.) + +Now for the mysteries. I see three main questions coming out of this show +that need to be answered: + +1) What are the aliens doing? What are their intentions, and how long have +they been at whatever they're doing? + +2) How did Data get destroyed, and how will it be avoided this time? + +3) What's Guinan doing in 1890s San Fran? + +I'd like to offer a few thoughts and/or speculation on this stuff, so away we +go. + +First of all, while it *looks* as though these aliens are some kind of +soul-vampires, their intent may not be so horrible as we're being led to +believe. Consider that we are told very explicitly, TWICE, that there's a +cholera epidemic in SF at this point in time. (Once in the newspaper +headline and once by Data, to the bellboy.) Cholera, to the best of my +admittedly limited medical knowledge, was a pretty painful disease, and it's +possible people dying of cholera might have a certain feeling of terror as +they breathed their last. Consider that the "forty-niner" who was harvested +was coughing up a storm right before he died. It seems to me that while +these aliens may be harvesting the TNG equivalent of souls, they might be +taking advantage of an existing epidemic rather than casually slaughtering +people. (Of course, it's possible that they *caused* the epidemic, in which +case all bets are off.) + +I think it's pretty clear, incidentally, that the snake is disguised as the +cane in the 19th century. Just in case you missed it. :-) + +I also don't think there's anything overly sinister in Guinan's warning to +Picard that if he doesn't go on the meeting, they'll never meet. I imagine +this is a nice time-paradox at work, actually: if he doesn't meet her (for +her first time) in the 19th century, she won't know him to seek him out and +befriend him in the 24th. They probably wouldn't meet in the 24th century, +because she wouldn't have any reason to. + +What I don't have much of a feeling for is exactly what Data is building. +Either a time machine or something to penetrate these aliens' disguises, I'll +wager, but I don't really know what or how. (Stone knives and bearskins, +anyone? :-) ) + +Obviously, Mark Twain is going to figure into this a bit (and nice work to +Jerry Hardin for a much more entertaining Twain than I'd expected!), but I'm +not sure how. What I'm concerned with there is whether his memory will +remain intact. Unfortunately, the best resolution is an anachronism: in +case anyone (at Paramount or not) had thought of this, _A Connecticut Yankee +in King Arthur's Court_ came out well before 1893. Pity, as that would've +been really nice otherwise. + +Let's see, what else can I ramble on about? Not all that much, I have to +say. A few short takes: + +--Okay, maybe I was exposed to too much Monty Python as a youth, but I hope I +wasn't the only one who reacted to "Hotel Brian" with an immediate call for +"Wewease Bwian! Wewease Bwian!" :-) + +--In the "Hey, I've heard that voice before!" file: three of the guest stars +have been here before. Jerry Hardin (Sam Clemens) played the Aldean leader +Radue way back in "When the Bough Breaks"; this is why I was worried about +his Twain, but he surprised me. Ken Thorley (the heavyset poker player who +doesn't like Easterners) is also known as Barber Mot, and Marc Alaimo (the +more suave gambler) has been seen both as T-Bok in "The Neutral Zone" and as +Gul Macet in "The Wounded". Well, regardless of how environmentally +conscious the staff might or might not be otherwise, at least they're +recycling actors. :-) + +--I was initially a little annoyed at Data *talking* us through his encounter +with the aliens, but since we got to see them in the end, he actually ended +up adding to the weirdness with that. Nice recovery. + +--Does anyone know if there actually *was* a cholera epidemic in 1893 in San +Francisco, or if Twain ever involved himself in the arguments he mentioned? +I'd be curious to know if there's any real background to all this. + +--Guinan's *father*? This I've got to hear more about later. + +--Another plea to the staffers. It's been rumoured that the resolution to +this will involve Q. Please *avoid* this if you can. I don't see a need for +it, and it smacks of a cop-out. Besides, his dealings with Guinan were *two* +centuries ago, not five. :-) + +That's probably about it, really. All in all, this was a slightly quiet +cliffhanger, but that's no problem. It was better than I'd expected it to +be, and leaves a lot of room for three months' worth of hopefully interesting +speculation. That's enough for me. + +Numbers, then: + +Plot: 9. Solid and mysterious; sounds good. +Plot Handling: 6. The pacing was a little uneven; it definitely slowed down + in a couple of spots. +Characterization: 9. Nothing stellar, but everybody was good. + +TOTAL: 8. Solid. + +NEXT WEEK: A rerun, of course. Tune in in a few weeks for a summary review +of season 5. 'Til then, adios. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"This investigation began with your death; I'm simply trying to see that it +doesn't end that way." + --Jean-Luc Picard +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ascent b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ascent new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c3b1ebda --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ascent @@ -0,0 +1,617 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!lll-winken.llnl.gov!noc.near.net!news2.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +From: Christina Teresa +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: "Ascent" A Lore Story +Date: Sat, 10 Sep 94 15:22:17 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +Lines: 606 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1c.delphi.com + +This is my first attempt at uploading a story to a newsgroup. I hope it works:) +************************************************************ +"Ascent" first appeared in the Winter 1994 issue of the DATA BASE fanzine. No +infringement is intended upon the copyrights of Paramount Television. +Original story and characters (c) 1993 Christina Teresa. +Any comments appreciated at cteresa@delphi.com +************************************************************ +"Ascent" +by Christina Teresa +Based on "Descent, Part II" +by Rene Echevarria +* + +Data fired. +The force of the blast caused Lore to twist around and fall forward over the +chair like a rag doll. He tried to move, but couldn't. Every system in his +brain and body was overloading. +He heard Data come toward him. Lore tried to turn his head to face his brother, +but he couldn't even blink. +"Lore, I must deactivate you now." Data opened a panel in the back of his head. +NO! How can you do this? We're brothers! Lore knew he could no longer appeal to +Data's sense of family, but maybe he could still reach him. His speech +processors were beginning to fail, but he managed to utter a few words. +"Without me, you will never feel +emotions again." +"I know, but you leave me no other choice." +Lore attempted a sad smile, but his features would hardly budge. "I...love +you...brother." +"Good-bye, Lore." +Everything went black. + * +It took Lore a few moments to realize he was still conscious. The paralyzed +feeling he had before was gone too. His internal systems must have corrected +the overload, he reasoned. He stood up and faced his brother. "I knew you +wouldn't do it, Data." +Data did not seem to hear him. He was looking down at something. Lore looked +down as well and saw the impossible- his own, lifeless body draped over the +chair. +Lore shuddered. "This isn't happening." He turned back to his brother, "Data, +tell me this isn't happening!" +Data did not acknowledge him, but turned and walked away. + Lore followed his brother and desperately tried to get his attention. "Data, +answer me!" He grabbed Data by the shoulder, but his hand went right through +him. Lore stopped and stared at his hand, terror clearly written on his face. +He ran to catch up with Data as he re-entered the Borg Hall and approached +Picard. +"Lore is no longer functioning, sir," he said, "He must be disassembled so he +is no longer a threat." + Lore laughed nervously. "No longer functioning? But...I'm right here. I'm +fine, can't you see that? I'm fine!" +He felt a hand on his shoulder. Lore turned to see his lieutenant, Crosis. But +how can that be? Crosis is dead. +The Borg smiled. "Come along, they are waiting for us." Crosis motioned for +Lore to follow him to an incredibly bright light that the android had not +noticed before. Several other Borg killed in the fight were walking towards it +as well. +"Who's waiting for us?" Lore shouted after him, "Crosis, I order you to come +back here!" +A moment later, the Borg were consumed by the brilliance. +Determined to get to the bottom of this, Lore approached the light. It was so +bright that he had to shield his eyes. He was almost on top of it before he +noticed an old man and woman blocking his way. They appeared human, but were +dressed in ancient Earth +clothing. The old man was holding a long, wooden staff with a large crystal on +top. The most striking things about the couple were their regal bearing and +their piercing blue eyes. +"You may not pass," said the old woman. +Lore looked around him and noticed that he was no longer in the Borg Hall, but +surrounded by a thick mist. He sneered as he tried to push the woman aside. +"Get out of my way, old hag." +The old man pointed his crystal staff at the android. A bolt of energy was +discharged that sent Lore flying backwards. "Have respect for your elders, boy!" + The old woman glowered at him. "The only things that one respects is hatred +and violence." +Lore shook with rage at their lack of respect for him, The One. "Who are you +and where have you taken my followers?" +"I am Macha, Goddess of Death," said the old woman, "and this is my husband, +Myrddin, God of Wisdom." +"We are the Gatekeepers of the Summerland," Myrddin continued, "where the +wounded are healed and the dead rest. Your followers, as you call them, are in +desperate need of our hospitality." +"This is some kind of a trick, isn't it? A holographic projection," Lore +laughed, "Death and Wisdom, my a--" +Myrddin smiled dangerously. "Careful boy, I do not think you realize who you +are dealing with." +"Boy?" Lore shouted, "I don't think you realize who I am!" +"Oh, we know all about you," Macha replied, "you are Lore, the first ensouled +android." +"That was my idea actually," Myrddin admitted, "since the beginning of Time, I +have been fascinated by technology. I found your father's work particularly +interesting, but I felt that in order for you to be truly sentient, you needed +a soul." +Lore stared at him in disbelief. "You gave me a soul?" +The old man nodded and sighed. "The results were disappointing, to say the +least. You would have been the last truly sentient android as well, but we +decided to try again." Myrddin turned to his wife and smiled proudly. "Data has +turned out nicely, hasn't +he, my love?" +"Indeed he has, my dear," Macha shot Lore a disapproving look, "despite his +temporary lapse of virtue, but we shan't hold that against him." +Their strange words, as well as their identities, were starting to sink into +Lore's positronic brain. He was in the presence of beings far more powerful +than even The One. Death and Wisdom! +Macha nodded as if she had heard his thoughts. "You have kept me very busy in +the short time you have been activated, Lore. Rarely have I encountered a soul +with so little regard for Life. It is unfortunate that you never heard, let +alone heeded, my husban +d's counsel. It will cost you dearly." +Lore was frightened by her words, but tried to hide it. "What do you mean by +that, old woman?" +She scowled. "I mean, android, that your soul is doomed to wander the universe +alone, to walk among the living and witness what you cannot share, but might +have shared in life." +"No! This isn't fair, the Borg will be lost without me!" +"You mean, you will be lost without them," she countered, "you used the Borg +for your own selfish purposes. They are well rid of you." +"Please! I can prove myself worthy to you if you'd just give me another chance!" +Macha laughed darkly. "That is what you said to your father right before you +stole the microchip and threw him across the room. The game is over, Lore, and +you have lost." +"My love, perhaps we should give the boy one more chance," the old man said. +"Myrddin," Macha snapped, "this creature is hopeless. He feels not one ounce of +remorse or regret for his crimes. He does not deserve another chance." +"That is true, but perhaps with my counsel-" +"You have given him your counsel and he has ignored it all of his life," said +Macha, "besides, he can only learn compassion from his fellow mortals. It is +not your task to teach him." +Lore listened to their bickering hopefully. "Please, I'll do anything you ask +of me." He lowered his head. "I know I am unworthy of your mercy, but surely, +beings as great and powerful as yourselves can afford to be magnanimous." +Macha shook her head in disgust. "You see, Myrddin, first this creature +threatens us, now he tries to win us over with insincere flattery. Why do you +want to grant clemency to this wretch?" +Myrddin regarded Lore in a way that reminded the android of his creator. "If it +were not for me, he would not be here now. Surely, there are extenuating +circumstances in his case. We must also consider the wishes of his advocates in +the Summerland." +"I know of only one advocate," said Macha, "and his father's wishes are not +enough." +"My father is here?" Lore asked. +"Yes," said the old woman, "and for some reason, he wants you by his side, but +he has always had a blind spot where you are concerned. That is why his desire +alone will not change my mind." +"There is another advocate, my love," Myrddin said. +Macha looked into Myrddin's eyes and smiled. Lore assumed they were +communicating telepathically. He was tempted to demand they let him in on their +silent conversation, but he held his tongue. Who could this other advocate be? +"This is an interesting turn of events." Macha turned to face Lore. "Very well, +I will give you one more chance. You must return to the temporal plane and +learn compassion. You must experience the pain you have caused others." +"If no one can see or hear me, how am I supposed to accomplish this?" Lore +asked. +"There will be those who will be sensitive to your presence," said Macha, +"convincing them to assist you is another matter. I suggest a large dose of +humility." +Before he could reply, Lore found himself in the Cybernetics lab on the +Enterprise. + * +Lore's body was laid out on one of the lab's work tables. Two technicians ran +scanners over it, occasionally poking and prodding. After a while, Data came +in. Lore shot his brother an evil look that, of course, went unnoticed. +"Mr. Ramirez, were you able to remove the chip?" Data asked one of the +technicians. +"I should have known that's what you were here for," Lore said, "Well, dear +brother, the chip's damaged beyond repair. At least one good thing came out of +you murdering me." +The other technician handed Data a small box. "Here you go sir." +"Thank you, Mr. Grant. You may dismantle him now." Data turned and left without +a last glance at his brother's body. + "I hope your servos stick!" the disembodied android yelled after him. +Lore watched in horror as the technicians subjected his beautiful android form +to the most unspeakable indignities. First, they stripped him naked, then they +removed his head. +"Stop it!" Lore tried to pull one of them away, but his hands went right +through him. +Ramirez stopped and shivered. "Is it me, or is there a cold draft in here?" +"So, that's what I've been reduced to, a cold draft?!" +Grant glanced up from his work. "What's the matter, forgot to put your +underwear on this morning?" +Ramirez smirked. "Very funny. It must be that thing," he pointed at Lore's +head, "gives me the creeps." +Grant nodded. "You and me both. Let's just get this over with so we can go have +a nice, relaxing drink in Ten-Forward." +Lore fumed. "It gives you the creeps?! It's my head that's been ripped off!" +Unable to look away, Lore endured the sight of his limbs and torso being taken +apart. He never thought it possible for an android to become nauseous until now. +When they were finished, they gathered up the android parts, put them in a +storage cabinet, and locked it securely. +"What do you think they'll do with it?" asked Ramirez. +Grant shrugged. "Who knows? I'm sure Starfleet Research would love to get their +hands on it for dissection." +Lore's eyes grew wide with fear at those words, then narrowed in anger. He +looked upward to address the Gods. "This is supposed to make me feel compassion +for Humanity?! Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm feeling quite hostile +toward Humanity at the +moment!" +He heard Myrddin's voice inside his head. "Lore, that body is merely a shell. +What you are now is your essence, not that. You must let it go." +The two technicians left the lab. +"Follow them Lore," ordered Myrddin, "it is time to begin your quest." + * +Lore did as he was told and followed the two men to the place called +Ten-Forward, which turned out to be the ship's lounge. +"Oh, isn't this sweet," he sneered, "humans in their natural habitat." +Lore walked up to the bar and regarded the dark-skinned woman behind it. She +was making some kind of multicolored concoction for one of the patrons. Lore +couldn't help but notice the outrageous headpiece she was wearing. He laughed. +"Is that a hat or a shu +ttlecraft landing pad?" +The woman stopped and glared at him for a nanosecond, then went back to her +creation. +He blinked twice. "You heard that. You can see me, can't you?" +The woman ignored him. +Lore snorted. "Just as well," he said, "what possible help could a bartender +be?" + * +Macha put her hand over her husband's mouth as he was about to speak. "You +cannot do it for him, Myrddin," she scolded, "he must do this on his own." + * +Lore left Ten-Forward and roamed the corridors of the Enterprise. He found that +he could not only pass through solid objects, but could glide through the air +as well. Every so often, a passing crew member would do a double-take in Lore's +direction, but wou +ld immediately dismiss the android apparition as an hallucination. +He grew bored of this ghostly activity quickly. Now what? I can't spend +eternity being a figment of someone's imagination. The old witch said there +would be those here who would be sensitive to my presence, so who on this Ship +of Fools would be the most li +kely person to contact? +There was only one answer to that question: the half-Betazoid, Deanna Troi. +His consciousness still contained the memories of his time aboard the +Enterprise almost six years ago, including the location of Troi's office and +quarters. Since it was still the day shift, he decided to try the former. +He passed through her office door and smiled broadly. The lovely Counselor was +alone, sitting on the couch, reading a computer padd. +"Hello, Deanna." +Troi snapped her head up and let out a cry of shock. "Lore?!" +"Surprise! Bet you never thought you'd see me again." +She jumped up and tapped her commbadge. "Counselor Troi to Security, send a +team to my office immediately!" +Lore shook his head. "That isn't necessary, I'm not going to hurt you. I +couldn't even if I wanted to." He demonstrated by passing his hand through a +statue on a small table. "I'm a ghost of my former self." +Troi stared, speechless for a moment. "What are you doing here?" +Lore sighed. "It's a long story, but I'll start by saying that I need your +help." +Just then, a Security team burst into the room. "Counselor," the team leader +panted, "we got here as fast as we could. What's the problem?" +It was obvious from the question that the guards could not see Lore, but to +drive the point home, the dead android waved his hand in front of their faces. +"Please hear me out before you call the cavalry into this," he pleaded, "I can +just imagine what kind + of defensive measures Starfleet Security must have against unwanted spirits." +"Counselor Troi, are you alright?" +Deanna forced an embarrassed smile. "I am so sorry, Mr. Adams. I thought I +sensed something, but I think it was my imagination. Please send my apologies +to Lieutenant Worf." +She quickly ushered the confused guards out of the room and turned her +attention back to Lore. "This had better be good." + * +Troi laughed. +"I'm glad you find my predicament so entertaining, Counselor." +She tried, unsuccessfully, to contain her amusement. "It's comforting to know +that there is some justice in the universe, though I think they're being far +too lenient. What ever happened to good, old-fashioned Hellfire?" +"Please don't give them any ideas." Lore sat down across from her. "So, will +you help me?" +Deanna shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm not that good of a therapist, no +one is. And even if I were, it would take years for you to fully understand the +consequences of your actions." +"I don't have any plans for the next millennium." +She laughed again. "You are unbelievable! This ship and it's crew are my first +priority, not the fate of your immortal soul." +Lore was silent for a moment. He seemed to be listening to something...or +someone. "A week?!" he said to the ceiling, then he addressed Troi, "Myrddin +asked me to ask you, humbly, if you would please give me a week of your time. +If after that, I don't show + any improvement, I'll be banned from the Enterprise forever." +Deanna considered it. She could sense Lore was telling the truth about this, as +well as the rest of his story. A Higher Power had never asked her for a favor +before and she felt it would be bad manners to refuse. "All right, I suppose I +can stand you for a + week, though I doubt it will do much good." She picked up the padd and checked +her schedule. "Come back at 19:00 hours and we'll begin." +"I think we should start now." +"I think you shouldn't press your luck." + * +Deanna hardly ate a bite of dinner that evening, she was so preoccupied with +her upcoming session with Lore. What did I do to deserve this? More to the +point, why did I agree to do it? +She had no idea what approach to take. How could she bring him to the point of +empathizing with his victims in a week's time? She knew it couldn't be done, +but she felt she had to try her best. She scolded herself for caring, but it +was imbedded in her nat +ure; he was, after all, her patient. +At exactly 19:00 hours, Lore passed through her office door. +Well, at least he's punctual. + * +"There's nothing to tell, Counselor. The colonists were against me from the +beginning because I was so obviously superior to them. They became envious of +me and demanded Dr. Soong dismantle me." +"That's what you told the Enterprise crew when you were reassembled," said +Deanna, "but I suspect there's a little more to it than that. The colonists +weren't really envious of you, were they?" +Lore began to pace the floor. "I don't see how rehashing the past is going to +help me. Why don't you just tell me how I should feel and I'll do it without +all this talking and exploring of emotions. This is taking too long." +Deanna sighed. "Lore, I can't tell you how you're supposed to feel, you know +that. You must come to those realizations yourself. All I can do is guide you +by talking, exploring, and rehashing the past. I think the real reason you +don't want to is because t +he memories are painful for you. I can sense your discomfort." +Lore stopped pacing and scowled, silently cursing her empathic abilities. +Deanna smiled back. "Just doing my job." +Lore sat down on the couch next to her, hoping to increase her discomfort, but +she didn't appear bothered by his proximity. Why should she be? I'm a ghost. +"Alright Counselor, I'll tell you what really happened on Omicron Theta, but +you'll see that I was w +ell within my rights to destroy them." +"Perhaps by discussing this, you'll be able to see things from another +perspective," she said, "Let's start with your first experience with the +colonists." +He chuckled at Troi's naivete. "My father invited the colony's top scientists, +if you could call them that, to the official unveiling of his life's work. He +made me perform for them. 'Lore, bend this titanium pipe. Lore, explain +Einstein's Theory of Relati +vity.' Lore, do this. Lore, do that. I felt like a circus dog jumping through a +hoop. And then came the questions. 'Is it obedient?' 'Does it have a pleasure +program?' and my favorite, 'It doesn't really have feelings, does it?'" +Deanna winced visibly at that. +"After this show-and-tell, the woman who asked about my recreational +programming pulled me aside and requested a private demonstration of my +abilities." +"Did you give her one?" +"Yes, I had sex with her and several of the other female colonists." +"Why would you do that, when it was obvious that she thought of you as some +kind of highly sophisticated plaything?" she asked. +He shrugged. "I was curious. Besides, I enjoyed the feeling of power and +conquest when they gave up control of their bodies to me." +"You felt no love or even attraction for these women?" +He shook his head. "The only thing I felt for them was contempt." +"I can see why their treatment of you would make you resentful," Troi said +after a moment, "but is it right to punish over four hundred people for the +actions of a few insensitive colonists?" +"It wasn't just a few colonists," he said, "they all treated me with +disrespect, including their brats." +"What did the children do that was so bad?" she asked. +Lore turned away from her. "They made up a stupid nickname for me." +"Well, what was it?" +"Promise not to laugh?" +Deanna nodded. +"'Frankensoong's Monster'." +She stifled a giggle. +He shot her an nasty look. "Tell me, Counselor, just how many of your patients +do you drive to suicide every week?" + "I'm sorry, Lore, that wasn't very professional of me." She cleared her throat +and regained her solemn composure. "From what you've told me, it doesn't sound +like they were envious of you. Maybe they treated you like that because they +were afraid of you." + +"They treated me as their inferior to hide their jealousy of me," Lore +insisted, "they denied my perfection even when I demonstrated my superior +abilities." +"It's true that people often mask painful emotions to hide them from +themselves, as well as others," Deanna replied, "but I sense that you're the +one masking your own feelings of inferiority by insisting you're perfect." +Lore glared at her, too furious to even speak. +She smiled sweetly. "I think that's enough for tonight. Same time tomorrow?" + * +Deanna, are you alright?" +She turned and smiled at a concerned Commander Riker. "I'm fine, Will, I was +just thinking." +The day watch was uneventful, so the bridge crew occupied themselves with their +favorite pastime, spreading ship's gossip. Deanna never spread rumors herself, +but she was always an interested listener. Today was the exception. She was too +busy going over t +he events of last evening and convincing herself that she didn't imagine the +whole thing. +Riker smiled. "Well, you're missing the most interesting bit of news we've had +in a while." +She tried to look intrigued. +"It seems," he paused for effect, "the Enterprise is haunted." +Deanna burst out in hysterical laughter that caused every head to turn toward +her. "Oh, Will, don't you know there are no such things as ghosts!" + * +"Lore, I've sensed over the past few days that you harbor a great deal of anger +and resentment toward your father." +The android gawked at Troi in feigned surprised. "That is brilliant, Counselor! +I feel so fortunate to have your empathic insights. What would I do without +you?" +Deanna grinned. "Pardon me for stating the obvious, but I also sense that +underneath your anger lies some real affection for him as well. I'd like to see +if we can bring some of those feelings to the surface." +"I think you're imagining things," he said. +"You'd better hope I'm not imagining things, or you're going to be stuck in the +temporal plane forever," she reminded him, "wasn't any part of your +relationship with your father positive?" +"I suppose, at first, it was alright because he was so happy to have finally +reached his goal. He called me his son and I was foolish enough to believe he +actually thought of me that way. That all changed when he introduced me to the +colonists. Suddenly, I + became his 'life's work'. Any time one of the humans accused me of some +offense, my father, in turn, accused me of trying to destroy his achievement. +He blamed me when I wasn't...functioning properly." +Deanna smiled sympathetically. "I know how difficult this is for you to talk +about." +Lore paused and looked down at his hands. "I think the real reason why my +father turned against me was because of Juliana." +"Who's that?" she asked. +"My father's wife," he replied disdainfully. +Deanna looked surprised. "Lore, you never mentioned you had a mother." +"I never really thought of her as my mother," he sneered, "I'd prefer to +remember Juliana Soong as Omicron Theta's answer to Lady Macbeth." +"I take it your relationship with her was not good," said Troi. +"She hated me from the beginning. She poisoned my father's mind against me." +Lore rose from the couch and began to pace the floor angrily. "The other +colonists petitioned him to dismantle me, but it was Juliana's insistance that +finally convinced him to do + it. She had my father wrapped around her little finger. He was a stupid, old +fool." +"So, you decided to punish them before you were dismantled." +Lore nodded. "I could see my fate coming, so I had plenty of time to plot my +revenge against them. When I first contacted the Crystalline Entity, it took me +a while to learn to communicate with it. The first understandable thing it said +to me was that it w +as hungry. I earned its gratitude by revealing the way to the colonists. The +Entity attacked, but the colony was saved from total annihilation by shields I +didn't know they had. Before I was dismantled, I figured out how the Entity's +energy sweeps could pe +netrate the colony's defenses by setting up a complex pattern of shield +modulation frequencies the Entity could match, but would be undetectable by the +humans." +"That's why the colonists had time to build the underground shelter and +construct Data," said Troi, "Did Dr. Soong ever discover that you were +responsible for bringing the Entity to the colony?" +"No one had any real proof, but some of the colonists, including Juliana, +suspected my involvement. If my father knew, he refused to admit it, but he +finally did as they demanded and deactivated me." He paused and looked at Troi +with a pained expression on + his face. "Right before he turned me off he had the nerve to say, 'I love +you'." Lore's anguish quickly turned to rage. "I should've broken his neck for +that. The only thing I regret is not killing him then and there." + * +"Is there something wrong with the hot fudge sundae, Counselor?" +Deanna looked up from her untouched dessert. "I'm sure it's fine, Guinan. I'm +not very hungry." +"You seem awfully preoccupied, do you want to talk?" +"Counseling the Counselor again, Guinan?" +Ten-Forward's hostess smiled. "I'm not after your job if that's what you're +worried about. You just look like you could use a sympathetic ear." +Deanna smiled back. "I was just thinking about my mother and how lucky I am to +have her. She drives me crazy sometimes, but she's always been there for me. I +know she'd rather see me married with children on Betazed than gallivanting +around the universe in + a starship, but I have never doubted for a moment that she loves me." She +paused as she recalled today's session with Lore. "I don't know what I would +have done without her." + * +"Lore, this will be our last session together since we haven't reached our goal +and the week is up." +He snorted. "I'm sure you're glad to be rid of me." +"No, actually, I'm not. I sincerely wish I could have helped you." +The android was genuinely surprised. "Really?" +Deanna smiled sadly. "There's an ancient Native American saying, 'You can't +judge a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins'. I think that goes for +androids too. I don't condone your actions, but I think I understand your +anger. I just wish you cou +ld look past it and think of just one person that you regret hurting." + "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Counselor," he said, "but there's no one on that +colony that I regret hurting." +"I still find it hard to believe that everyone there was cruel to you and not +one person showed you the slightest respect or kindness." +"It's the truth. They all deserved exactly what they got." +"Lore, in my experience, 'all or nothing' statements are usually inaccurate." +"This case is the exception to the rule," he insisted, "your Betazoid senses +should tell you I'm not lying." +"I didn't say you were lying, though I do think your perceptions might be +incorrect. Just try to think of one positive interaction, however small," she +pleaded, "the fate of your immortal soul depends on it." +Lore was silent for several minutes. "There was one, insignificant incident +with one of the colonists, Dr. Kate Daly." +"Was she one of the women you were intimate with?" asked Troi. +"No," he said quietly. +"I sense disappointment." +Lore shrugged casually. "She was one of the more attractive females on the +colony. An encounter with her would have been pleasurable." +"I thought you didn't have sex for pleasure, but for conquest." Deanna smiled. +"I sense that you were attracted to this woman." +Lore rolled his eyes. "I knew you'd make more out of this than you should. Just +forget it." +"No, please, go on. Tell me about Kate." +"Alright." He sighed heavily. "Dr. Daly was an Agricultural Engineer. She ran a +small farm alone with the help of a couple of work robots. She grew her own +food and gave away what she couldn't use to the other colonists. Once a week, +she would bring my par +ents fresh eggs. My father always said they were better than replicated ones." +"That's true of most food," Deanna added, "especially chocolate." +Lore paused, a slight smile crossed his face. "She always made a point of +saying hello to me and asking me how I was. One time, she came over when my +father was making adjustments to my logic controller circuits. A panel in my +head was removed and she look +ed uncomfortable at the sight. At first, I thought it was out of disgust, but +then she asked me, 'Does that hurt you?' I said, 'I don't feel pain'. She +smiled and said, 'I'm glad to hear that' and left. I told you it was +insignificant." +"On the contrary," said Deanna, "I think it's very significant. She was +displaying compassion for you. Did you ever have a negative experience with +this woman?" +"No," he said, "the only interaction I had with her were those visits I +mentioned." + "It looks like we've found our innocent bystander. Based on what you've just +told me, do you think Kate deserved to die?" +Lore fidgeted uncomfortably. "Yes. She was human, she was bound to turn against +me eventually." +Troi shook her head. "You can't blame her for being human anymore than you can +be blamed for being an android. I ask you again, did Kate deserve to die?" +"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Lore stood up and headed for the +door. +Deanna called after him. "Lore, if you leave now, it's over. You can't come +back tomorrow. It's now or never." +He stopped and stood with his back to her trying to form a reply. Lore was +afraid to acknowledge the truth. He had spent his whole life justifying his +actions to himself. If he were to admit he was wrong in this one instance, all +his perceptions might chan +ge. But then, that's the point, isn't it? +He turned and looked Deanna Troi in the eye. "No, Kate didn't deserve to die. +She was nothing but kind to me and I killed her for no good reason." +"How does that make you feel?" she asked gently. +He closed his eyes and winced in pain, then fell to his knees. +"Lore, what's wrong?" +He opened his mouth, but couldn't answer her. He was suddenly overwhelmed with +memories of the past, but not his own. + +"Everyone, please remain calm. We are in the process of strengthening the +shields around the shelter. The planet surface has sustained some damage from +the Crystal Entity, but be assured the underground shelter will protect us. +Again, please remain calm." +Liars they know damn well this shelter won't protect us why won't they tell us +the truth oh dear god why is this happening I've worked so hard six years of my +life and it's all gone how could I have left my animals up there to die alone I +should have staye +d with them at least it would be over I wouldn't have to endure this waiting +all we can do is look at each other I can see it in their eyes the fear I'm +feeling they all know they're going to die I can hear it oh god the noise make +it stop it's getting lou +der oh god no it's coming through the rock hail mary full of grace the lord is +with thee- + +"Lore, are you all right?" +He opened his eyes and saw Deanna standing over him. "I felt her die," he said, +a dazed expression on his face, "Is this what it means to feel compassion?" +Deanna knelt beside him and nodded. +"Somehow, I thought it would be different. I didn't know it would be so +painful." He turned away from Troi and lowered his head. "I feel so...ashamed." +"It will take time for you to work through those feelings, Lore, but you should +be proud of yourself too. You've achieved your goal." +He turned back to face her. "Proud?" he said with tears in his eyes, "how can +you say that? I murdered her." +"By finally realizing that your actions were wrong, you'll be able to ascend +into the Summerland now," said Troi, "perhaps you'll even be able to speak with +Kate and the others and make amends." +Lore shook his head vigorously. "No, I could never face them now. Macha was +right, I don't deserve another chance." They both rose to their feet. +"Good-bye and thank you, Deanna," he said, "you've been very kind." +"Lore, I don't think you should leave just yet," said Troi, "we should talk +first." + "There's nothing left to talk about." He smiled sadly. "Have a nice life, +Counselor." + * +Lore roamed the Enterprise corridors for the last time. He didn't care where +he went after this, just as long as it was far away from here. This place held +too many painful memories for him. He passed by his brother's quarters, but +couldn't bear to go in. + All Lore could think of was how Data and his friends had given him his life +back and he repaid that debt by almost destroying them. + Lore sat down near a bulkhead and started to cry. This is truly the worst fate +of all. To spend eternity thinking of what might have been. +He felt a hand on his shoulder. Lore turned to see the smiling face of a +beautiful woman. "Dr. Daly?" +"Call me Kate," she said, "I'm retired." +"What are you doing here?" +She gently brushed the tears from his cheeks. "I've come to take you home, to +the Summerland. You've passed the test." +"But why you?" Lore was confused, but then he remembered something Myrddin had +said. "You were the other advocate, weren't you?" +She nodded. +"I don't understand. I don't deserve anyone's sympathy, Kate, least of all +yours. I destroyed everything you loved. How can you even stand to look at me?" +Kate gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. "I forgave you for that a long +time ago, but the pain of what happened stayed with me until I felt you in my +mind. By experiencing my pain, you healed me. You've earned the rest." +Lore shook his head. "What about the others? They must hate me for what I did. +How can I face them?" +"We all have regrets, Lore." She took his hand in hers. "I heard what you said +to Counselor Troi about me and I have a confession to make. I was attracted to +you too. I wanted to reach out to you, but I was afraid of what the others +would say. I've never s +topped thinking that if only I had followed my heart, things might have turned +out a lot happier for all of us." +Lore smiled at her gratefully. Just hearing those words eased the pain he was +feeling. He reached out a tentative hand and stroked her hair lightly. +She smiled sweetly. "Let's go, your father is waiting for you." + +THE END + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/atax b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/atax new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b7142e88 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/atax @@ -0,0 +1,2437 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!decwrl!usenet.coe.montana.edu!news.u.washington.edu!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Subject: Atax, Chapter 1 +Message-ID: <1992Feb20.234840.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Lines: 175 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu +Organization: Psi INc. +Date: Fri, 21 Feb 1992 08:48:40 GMT + +Origin: mortoncp@salmon.Rose-Hulman.Edu (Christopher P Morton) + + + + Chapter 1 + +Captain's Log, Stardate 44469.2: + We've been ordered by Starfleet Command to intercept the Ferengi Trader +Avarice, commanded by a Daamon Mok. Our orders are to stop the Ferengi and +search for Atax crystals. The Federation has gotten a tip from smugglers that +the Ferengi may be carrying this highly illegal and addictive drug first found +on renegade worlds within and without the Federation. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Atax," said Doctor Beverly Crusher, "is an illegal crystalline narcotic. +It is taken by imbedding it into the fleshy part of the upper arm or thigh. +Once imbedded, it begins to be dissolved by the body and releases a strong +narcotic into the bloodstream. Depending upon the size of the crystal and the +metabolism of the user, a single crystal can last up to six months. Like all +narcotics it is addictive and some users must have several imbedded at once to +get the desired result once they have built up a resistance to it." + Captain Jean-Luc Picard nodded his head and motioned for Commander Data, +the android science officer, to pick up the lecture. "The Federation has +found out through various channels," began Data, "that the Ferengi Alliance +produces and smuggles Atax. We are currently enroute and should intercept the +Ferengi ship Avarice in three hours and sixteen minutes. They are suspected +of carrying a supply of Atax crystals. We are to search their ship and +confiscate the drug if we find any. They will most likely not take kindly to +this as Atax cost thousands of credits per crystal." + "Great," muttered Lieutenant Commander Geordi LaForge. "That's all we +need; a ship full of Ferengi mad at us." + Data cocked his head and turned to his friend. "Why do we need a ship +full of Ferengi, Geordi? And why is it great that they are mad at us?" + A soft chuckle ran around the conference room. Everybody except +Lieutenant Worf, the Klingon security officer, and Data himself apparently +found Data's occasional naivety endearing. + "That's called sarcasm, Data," remarked Deanna Troi. "He meant the +opposite of what he said." + Picard, always serious, tried to steer the conversation back on track. +"What can we expect from the Ferengi militarily?" he directed at Worf. + "Nothing we can't handle," Worf answered immediately with more than a +trace of pride in his deep voice. + "How will the Ferengi react to our request, Counselor?" + The delicate half Betazoid considered before answering. "We don't really +know much about the Ferengi, apart from their love of wealth and drive to get +it. They will not be pleased, but I don't see what they can do to stop us. +They will undoubtedly demand reimbursement, or want revenge." + "Something that we can't let them have," commented First Officer William +Riker. + "Agreed," said Picard. "How should we approach them?" he asked the room +at large. + "With a show of strength," answered Worf. "They will recognize that we +mean business and we may not even have to fight." He seemed disappointed at +his own suggestion. + "With caution," suggested Riker. "They will probably react better if we +ask them and not demand anything, at least for the time being." + "A little bit of both?" thought LaForge. "If we have our shields up but +make pleasant sounds they'll be thrown off balance. That can only help us." + Slow nods around the table told Picard that all of his senior officers +seemed to accept that option as the best one, at least for the time being. + Picard nodded his head to dismiss them and bring the meeting to an end. +As they filed past him and out the conference room door, he contemplated what +to do. What he hadn't told his officers and friends was that the Starfleet +dispatch he had received that morning gave him the authority to use any +military force that he deemed necessary. + Picard was by nature a peaceful man, and so despite Worf's reassurances, +he still felt uneasy fighting a Ferengi ship, no matter the reason. + + * * * * * * * * + + Will Riker and Deanna Troi left the conference room at the same time and +rode the turbolift to the bridge at the same time. Ensign Wesley Crusher at +Conn was very interested to find out what they had talked about at the +meeting, but too tactful to ask. + Riker noticed the covert glances that Wesley was giving him and Deanna, +and decided to tell Wesley a little something. He casually stood and walked +toward the Conn. He leaned over Wesley's shoulder and said quietly, "We're +going after smugglers, Wes. This may get rough. A word of advice, don't let +them take you alive." He looked solemnly at Wesley, turned around, and walked +away. Will made his way back to Deanna and sat down in the captain's chair. + "You shouldn't have done that to him, Will," chided Deanna with a smile on +her face. "He is still young and has an impressionable mind. Besides, do you +really want that rumor floating around the ship?" + Will half smiled at her and responded, "He won't start any rumors, Deanna. +He's too good an officer." + Riker was almost right. Wesley wouldn't start any rumors, but for a +different reason. He was too confused by Riker's statements to start any. + + * * * * * * * * + + Since he was still technically off duty, Geordi LaForge wondered what to +do with his next three hours before they caught up with the Ferengi. He could +go to Ten-Forward, one of his personal favorite places to spend a little time, +but he decided that he'd rather do something than just sit around and talk. +The best place for that, he decided, was the holodeck. + He was headed in that direction when he heard his name called out behind +him. Noticed that Data was coming up to him. He stopped and allowed his +friend to join him. "I was just on my way to the holodeck for a little time +off, Data," he said as the android caught up to him. "Would you care to join +me?" + The question pleased Data immensely, Geordi noticed. Data had one of +his half smiles on his face as he accepted the offer with a little nod of his +head. The two friends entered the turbolift and made their way to Holodeck One. + As they arrived at the doors, Data turned to Geordi, "I believe that I +have something that you would enjoy trying." He turned to the holodeck +computer and started typing in instructions at a rate faster than Geordi could +follow. + "What have you got in mind?" asked Geordi. + "I have been studying human interrelations," replied Data without +turning. "I simply thought that attending a human social function will make +me more able to fully understand humans." + "Which social function?" asked Geordi, mildly concerned. + "If you would care to step inside then you can see for yourself," +answered Data as he finished his programming. + Geordi put a smile on his face, turned toward the holodeck doors, and +walked into chaos. A large, well-dressed but very drunk man stumbled past +them being hustled out the door by an even larger man wearing an old-fashioned +suit, similar to the one the drunk was wearing. The second man firmly closed +the door behind the drunk, turned toward Data and LaForge, and apologized for +this unseemly display. He then offered the two men free drinks for the evening +if they would dismiss this entire affair from their minds. + Geordi had had a fleeting question in his mind about what Data considered +to be a "human social function". Now he knew. He had just walked into a fancy +restaurant that could have been found in any major spaceport in the Federation. + There were about a dozen couples on the floor doing some sort of slow +dance step. Several more people, some singles, but mostly couples, were +scattered among the tables and a bar over on one side of the room. + + "What is this?" questioned Geordi. + "I believe that it was called a night club. I had thought that you would +enjoy something like this," answered Data. + Geordi looked around again and noticed two gorgeous women at the bar were +conspicuously without companions. A slow smile spread across his face. +"You're right, Data. I will like this." They entered the scene and the doors +closed behind them to completely enclose them within the illusion. + As the two men walked over toward the ladies, Data said to Geordi, "I +programmed them into the scenario. Please do not be surprised at anything +that happens." + "It's about time you showed up, Fredrick," scolded one of the girls as +they arrived at the bar. They were both of medium height, but one, the girl +who had spoken to Data, was brown eyed with auburn hair. The other, who eyed +Geordi appreciatively, was a red haired beauty that left Geordi breathless. + "I am sorry, Grace," replied Data with perfect calm. "Thomas and I were +detained." He turned to the red-head and pronounced politely, "Gloria, I +would like to introduce you to Thomas," he indicated Geordi. "Thomas, this is +Gloria, a friend of Grace." + Grace curled her arm around Data with perfect familiarity. Geordi tried +not to stare at her and decided to become better acquainted with his escort +for the evening. He offered his arm to her and led her off toward the dance +floor. + Grace turned toward Data, "I'm glad that you two could come tonight. I +had been wanting to set Gloria up with someone for some time now. Where did +you find him anyway?" + "He has been a friend of mine for many years. He has been trying to help +me understand humans better." + Grace laughed lightly and turned back toward her drink. "I think you +understand humans just fine right now, Fredrick." + Picard's voice interrupted their conversation. "Mr. Data, can you and +Mr. LaForge report to the bridge please." + Data taped his communicator and responded, "Yes, sir." + Grace was looking around in confusion when he turned back to her. "I'll +be back as soon as I can." He turned toward a seemingly blank wall and said, +"Computer, pause, save, and discontinue." + Everything in the room except Geordi and Data immediately disappeared. +They found themselves in the middle of a bare room with a golden grid over the +walls and floor. Geordi was in a middle of a dance step and looked around in +confusion when his partner vanished. + "Captain Picard requires our presence on the bridge," said Data by way of +an explanation. Geordi nodded and they exited through the doors that appeared +upon command. + +__ +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!usenet.coe.montana.edu!nntp.uoregon.edu!news.u.washington.edu!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Subject: Atax, chapter 2 +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.080700.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Lines: 150 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu +Organization: Psi INc. +Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1992 17:07:00 GMT + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 2 + + Data and Geordi emerged onto the bridge and moved toward their separate +stations, Data at Ops and Geordi to the bridge Engineering station. + Picard turned at the sound of the turbolift doors. "Sorry to interrupt +your fun, gentlemen, but the Ferengi had other plans. They started coming +toward us when they picked us up on their sensors." He sounded relieved and +mildly surprised even as he said it. + "Captain," said Worf from above Picard, "the Ferengi are hailing us." + "Very well, lieutenant. Put it on the viewscreen." He stood and advanced +toward the viewscreen as Worf wordlessly complied. + A picture of a Ferengi appeared with a blank wall as background. Picard +almost preferred to look at the wall. He had never enjoyed the looks of +Ferengi and the specimen before him did nothing to change his mind. Ferengi +in general have a pair of huge ears protruding straight out from their +completely bald heads and two beady little black eyes. To add to their looks, +their noses were slightly upturned and they all had mouthes full of small, +sharp teeth. This Ferengi had a slightly more pointed face that the average, +but this did nothing to improve his looks. Picard privately thought that this +Ferengi looked like an ugly version of a weasel. + However, he put his personal considerations aside and said calmly, "This +is Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the USS Enterprise, representing the United +Federation of Planets." He paused, waiting for the Ferengi response in order +to know how to proceed. + "This is Daamon Mok of the Ferengi Trader Avarice. Why do you chase us, +human? Do you wish to buy something?" The greedy look on his face dissolved +when he spied Counselor Troi sitting next to Riker. His eyes slowly got +bigger around and his features took on the cast of someone who has just fallen +in love. + "No, Daamon. We wish only to talk." replied Picard, trying to ignore +the look on the Ferengi's face. + "Too bad," replied Mok. His attention was still focused on Troi, who +shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. + "We understand that you may be transporting a quantity of Atax," said +Picard carefully. No need in beating around the bush, thought Picard. + "Atax? We have no Atax here, Picard. Transporting it is against your +own laws. Why do you ask? Do you wish to purchase some for your own uses?" +Mok continued to stare at Deanna Troi and slowly licked his lips. + "No, Daamon. We have been ordered to check all ships in this sector for +the smuggling of Atax." + "Scan my ship then, human. If you like you may even make a visual +search, but be quick about it. I have better things to be doing than sitting +and talking to you." + Picard signaled Worf to cut the transmission. Once the Ferengi +disappeared from the viewscreen he ordered, "Mr. Worf, please conduct a sensor +search of the Ferengi ship. Look for any indications of Atax." Worf nodded +and bent over his controls. His long fingers efficiently carried out his +orders, as any good warrior would. + "Counselor," Picard turned toward Troi, "did you get any impressions? +Was he lying about the Atax?" + She considered the question before answering. "I'm not sure, Captain. +I'm sorry," she continued as Picard started to frown, "but even a full +Betazoid cannot read Ferengi. Their brains are just too different from ours. +Therefore, I must make any of my assessments on body language, and I was," she +hesitated, "reluctant to pay that much attention to the Daamon. He makes me +personally uncomfortable." + Riker had no trouble understanding that. It was rumored that Ferengi +treated their own females with so little respect and compassion that they were +not given clothing to wear. Troi was a beautiful woman indeed in Riker's +opinion, and he became angry just imagining what Mok may do to Deanna if the +Ferengi captain got his hands on her. + "Captain," called Worf after completing a scan of the ship. "The Ferengi +ship has had sensor blocks installed over their cargo hold. The sensors cannot +penetrate that block and can give us no indication as to what may be inside." +He was not happy with the report, but he had to give it. + "Sir," Riker addressed Picard, "request permission to lead an away team +over to the Ferengi ship for a visual search. You will remember that they did +invite us." + "I don't like it, Number One," returned Picard. "They're acting too +docile and cooperative. Besides, how would we beam you back in case of an +emergency?" + "Chief O'Brien can interconnect two transporter rooms to keep a lock on +us even through the sensor block." He was clearly eager to inspect a Ferengi +ship from the inside. + "We are now in transporter range," interjected Worf from above them. + Picard frowned. "I still don't like it, Number One. However, I can't +think of any other way to do it. Very well. Assemble your away team." + Riker nodded, signaled to Geordi and Worf, and headed toward the +turbolift doors. + "Will, be careful," called Deanna from behind him. + He stopped and gave her one of his famous smiles. "As always, +Couselor." He turned and strode into the turbolift where Geordi and Worf were +waiting for him. + Picard signaled to the officer who had just replaced Worf to reestablish +the communications link to the Ferengi ship. He turned back just as Mok's +face reformed. + "We will take you up on your offer of a visual search. Three of my +officers are now beaming over to your ship." + "Very well," replied Mok. "We will take good care of them." + Now what did that mean? wondered Picard as the Ferengi abruptly cut off +the image. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + The trio from the Enterprise materialized in what passed for a +transporter room aboard the Ferengi ship. The room was built for Ferengi and +Geordi barely had room to stand upright; Riker and Worf had to hunch over to +keep from hitting their heads on the ceiling. + Geordi was looking around the room with great interest. As an engineer +he was very interested in how other species built their ships. The first thing +he noticed was that everything was made of shoddy material and poorly +installed. Everything would work, he concluded after a few moments thought and +inspection, but with little reserve strength and no extra radiation protection. +He idly wondered if he could tear into a wall with his bare hands. + "Everything is made at bare minimum safety requirements here, Commander," +commented LaForge to Riker. + "The Ferengi don't like to spend any more than absolutely necessary on +building their ships," Riker replied. "As long as it gets them there, they're +happy with it." Worf grunted agreement as LaForge smiled. + Two Ferengi walked into the room just as Riker finished speaking. One of +them was immediately recognizable as Daamon Mok, and the other was introduced +as his second in command, Blak. + Blak put up with the introductions to Riker and Worf, but took an +immediate interest in Geordi's VISOR. "What is the price of this object?" he +demanded of Geordi, even before they were introduced. + "It's not for sale," replied Geordi, surprised at the question. What +would this Ferengi want with my VISOR? wondered Geordi. + "I'll give you your weight in gold for it," countered Blak. + "I said," replied Geordi with more force, bordering on annoyance, "that it +is not for sale. I need it." Blak seemed disappointed in Geordi's refusal to +even consider making a deal for it. + Riker headed off another attempt at purchase, "Daamon, please take us to +your cargo holds immediately so you may resume your activities as soon as +possible." + "Of course," Mok replied with a dismissive wave to Blak. Blak nodded +politely to Riker and Worf, and with another envious look at Geordi's VISOR, +walked off down the corridor. + Mok turned in the other direction and began to speed away. For all their +size, thought Geordi a couple of minutes later as he tried to keep pace, +they're fast little buggers. + Mok led them through a series of ladders, corridors, and doorways until +all three officers from the Enterprise were thoroughly lost. + I don't like this, thought Riker. Well, I did ask the captain if I could +go. I can hardly back down now. He continued to move on toward the retreating +back of Daamon Mok. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Transporter Chief O'Brien was nervous. Just interconnect two of the +transporter rooms to keep track of us, Riker had suggested. That's dangerous, +replied O'Brien. Riker gave a half smile and said that he trusted him. It's +not that easy, O'Brien fumed to himself. Varying signals, interlocking +computer signals, setting priorities, controlling power fluctuations . . . +the list was almost endless. At least we can keep track of them through the +sensor block this way, he thought with some glimmer of hope. + The transporter chief set to work on his self imposed list of things to do +and kept a wary eye on the transporter lock. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!rpi!usenet.coe.montana.edu!nntp.uoregon.edu!news.u.washington.edu!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Subject: atax, ch. 3 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.084205.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Lines: 179 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu +Organization: Psi INc. +Date: Mon, 24 Feb 1992 17:42:05 GMT + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU (else, @rosevc.rose-hulman.edu) + +Atax, + Chapter 3 + + Mok continued to lead the Enterprise officers through a seemingly endless +maze and eventually stopped, after what seemed like ten minutes, in front of a +door that had odd scribblings on it. Geordi guessed correctly that this was +Ferengi for something like Cargo Hold. + "We are here," announced Mok somewhat unnecessarily. + "Very well," said Riker pleasantly. "May we make a full inspection for +any illegal materials?" + "That's what you're here for, isn't it?" Mok replied impatiently, almost +exasperated with these dim-witted humans. + Riker nodded and turned toward the door. Mok politely opened it for him. +Riker walked in, followed closely by Worf and Geordi. They didn't even notice +that Mok hesitated at the threshold to the room. + Mok stopped just short of walking into the room and let the humans get in +front of him. He spun to the computer terminal and quickly punched in a +security code. + Riker whirled around at the sound of the door closing rapidly. His last +view of Mok was an evil grin plastered all over the ugly Ferengi visage. + "Worf, open that door. It's a trap!" shouted Riker. + Worf lunged at the door as Riker hit his communicator and called for an +emergency beam out. LaForge pulled his phaser, just as a precaution. Worf +frantically tugged, hit, and cursed the door for a few moments before he pulled +out his phaser and began to set it to cut through this khest door. + LaForge was watching him as he noticed two things simultaneously. One was +that he felt the beginnings of a Federation transporter get a hold of him. The +other thing was that the room was rapidly filling with a green gas. Those was +the last two things that Geordi remembered before a mental lethargy overtook +him and he lapsed into unconsciousness. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + O'Brien was very busy indeed. He received the emergency beam out signal +from Riker and immediately engaged the two transporter rooms, bringing to bear +a total of 12 pads. He was hoping that at least some of the pads would lock on +to his friends and then, and only then, would he worry about where he would +rematerialize them. + + Almost at once he noticed that he had five locks, on two different +people. You're missing one, said the logical portion of his mind. I know, he +shouted at himself. O'Brien put all of his considerable effort and experience +into the next couple of minutes. + He first put the two captured patterns into stasis for temporary storage. +He then told the computer to engage the remaining crew transporter room and +also Transporter Pad D. It was the largest on the ship with the most power, +but designed to move material, not people. At the moment he needed much more +power to grab that other crew member. + He had no way of knowing who he had and who he didn't, but that didn't +matter. They were all his friends. + Once Transporter Pad D and Transporter Room 3 were on line, he engaged all +of the transporters on that area of the Ferengi ship, only to discover to his +horror that there was nothing there. The Ferengi had moved since the initial +beam out attempt. He re adjusted the transporters to the new coordinates. +They are almost out of range, he thought frantically. Engaging all of the +transporters on the ship at once, he hoped to get a hold of the last one. He +cursed fluently in his native Irish accent when he realized th at the sensor +blocks were stopping him at this range. + That was a major problem, but he had two more urgent matters to contend +with. He had two of the officers in the electronic innards of the transporter +circuits. Careful now not to make any mistakes, he noticed that two of the +locks on the same person were in the other transporter room, while two of the +three locks on the other where here. From this, he determined that he should +rematerialize one of them here and the other in Transporter Room 2. He called +Room 2 on the intercom and told the technician on duty to beg in +rematerialization of the one that was there. O'Brien then began to delicately +reassemble the one he had here. The figure slowly began to rematerialize after +what for O'Brien was a very trying and difficult two minutes working with the +transporter controls. From within patterns of transporter energies, a figure +began to form, much to Chief O'Brien' s relief. + The first thing that he noticed was that the person was lying on his side, +not standing as he should have been. As he called for medical aid to be sent +down from Sickbay, O'Brien noticed that the first distinctive feature he could +make out was a silver band a cross the person's face, covering his eyes. That +would be Engineer LaForge's VISOR, reasoned O'Brien. + Picard burst into the room at a dead run just as Geordi gained full +substance. He shot a look at O'Brien as if to ask, Where are they? + "Chief O'Brien," called the technician in Transporter Room 2, "I just got +Lieutenant Worf." + "Where is Commander Riker?" shot Picard with barely contained fear. + Doctor Crusher came barreling in before O'Brien could answer and nearly +knocked Picard off of his feet in an attempt to get to her patient. She did a +quick tricorder scan over Geordi's body and immediately injected him with +something from the kit at her side, shaking her head from side to side with a +very concerned expression spread over her features. She then helped the nurses +load LaForge onto the antigrav stretcher that they had brought in with them. + She tapped her communicator, "Dr. Selar, Engineer LaForge had taken a +large dose of paralactin. What is Lieutenant Worf's condition?" + Crusher's communicator brought back the answer, "Lieutenant Worf has also +i ngested sufficient quantities of paralactin to render him unconscious. I +have administered a general stimulant and am taking him to Sickbay as we speak. +Selar out." + Crusher saw LaForge to the door and on the way to Sickbay before turning +to Picard and O'Brien. + "Commander Riker is still on the Ferengi ship," reported O'Brien glumly as +Crusher joined the group. + "If he is, he will need medical help immediately," said Crusher to Captain +Picard. "LaForge has gotten a large dose of a very powerful paralysis drug. +So powerful, in fact, that it would have stopped his heart and lungs in another +couple of seconds. Odd, though, this drug affects humans and Klingons, but not +Ferengi. It's as if they knew who they would be gassing. I got to it quickly +though. He should be fine in a day or so." She turned and followed her +patient to Sickbay. + "I'm sorry, sir," muttered O'Brien. He was remembering all of the +wonderful games of poker he had had with Commander Riker. Then there was that +bar on Alpha Centauri . . . + "That sensor block stopped me," he continued slowly. "Connecting all of +those transporters at once, controlling them, getting a lock," he stopped. +"What did I do wrong?" + O'Brien was very upset, realized Picard. "Don't blame yourself, Chief. +That block threw you off. We are chasing the Ferengi right now. I promise +you, we'll get Riker back, even if we have to chase them to the heart of the +Ferengi Alliance to catch them." Not only was he reassuring O'Brien, Picard +realized, he was also making a personal vow, to himself and to his absent +friend and first officer. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Doctor Crusher had her hands full with her two patients. They both had +the same drug in them, but Klingons responded to this particular one a little +differently than humans did. On a human she could just inject a series of +stimulants and he would be fine. A Klingon, however, would go into a coma from +the reduced brain activity that resulted from the chemical interactions if she +just indiscriminantly began administering stimulants to his inert form. She +was trying to keep Worf from slipping any deeper when she heard someone enter +Sickbay behind her. + She didn't even turn around. She had to keep an eye on her patient's +chemical balance. If she didn't keep him within a very specific range, then he +would go into a coma that could last days until the body decided to wake up. + "How are they doing, Doctor?" Picard asked quietly from behind her. + "Worf will be fine if I can just keep him stable for the next couple of +minutes," she replied without looking away from the readout. + "How is Mr. LaForge?" + "I'm fine, sir," replied Geordi from the other side of the room on his +bed. He unsteadily began to sit up. + Crusher's head snapped around. "No you're not. Stay right there or I +will have to forcefully keep you on that bed. You're a very sick man, Mr. +LaForge. Do what I tell you and you may be able to leave tomorrow." + Geordi grinned and shook his head. "Sorry, Doc. I've got to get to my +station and get after those animals." + "Report, Mr. LaForge," said Picard to cut off Crusher's retort. She +frowned and turned back to Worf. + "They acted really nice and polite until they got us into the cargo hold. +The last thing I remember was Worf trying to tear a door off of its hinges and +a green smoke. I must have blacked out," he finished sheepishly. + Picard nodded and turned toward Crusher. "Do what you can for Worf, +Doctor." + He turned around and headed out the door. Geordi seemed likely to follow +him out before Doctor Selar, the Vulcan on Crusher's staff, stopped him. "You +are still ill, Engineer LaForge," she said in that neutral tone that Vulcans +used when discussing anything from the color of a bacteria culture to their +probabilities of surviving another three minutes +during a Romulan attack. + "No I'm not," he retorted rather ineffectively. He was swaying on his +feet. "Besides, we need to go after them." + "We are," answered Crusher without turning around. "Now lie down before I +have Doctor Selar there carry you to bed." + Geordi looked at the Vulcan doctor and recalled that she was perfectly +capable of doing just that. He recrossed the room and lay down on his bed with +a frown on his face. "Okay, but I don't have to like it," he muttered. + "No, you don't, but do it anyway." retorted Dr. Crusher. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + On the bridge Wesley Crusher sitting at Conn looked with hatred toward the +Ferengi ship that had just kidnapped one of the men he most respected. + They were already at maximum warp, barely gaining on the Ferengi ship. At +their present speed, he calculated, they would catch them in just about seven +hours. + He almost unconsciously leaned forward as if to urge the great Galaxy +class starship to greater speeds. + + +p.s. for copies, reply to address below... +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Atax, part 4 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.100552.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 24 Feb 92 19:05:52 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 154 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +Atax, + Chapter 4 + + Riker was in a dream like state where he couldn't feel anything. His mind +felt free, without any problems or worries. That was just fine with him. His +last coherent memory was of a green fog enveloping him and his friends. He +didn't think that he wanted to wake up and find out what happened, so he +waited. + After a time, (who knew how long?) he began to feel a pain in his right +shoulder. That slowly dragged him back to reality, even against his will. + Once he was fully awake he realized that he had no hope of going back to +sleep thanks to the pain in his shoulder. He lay still for a moment taking an +assessment of his situation. His head was filled with cobwebs, he had a +headache, and his right shoulder was aching, the kind of ache that promises to +become full blown pain if you try to move it. He also heard something, a soft, +almost subliminal hum coming from his right. He seemed to be lying on a flat +surface that was none too comfortable. + He slowly opened his eyes to look around and figure out where he was. The +hum to the right proved to be a glowing blue outline around an otherwise open +door. He didn't want to try to go through, however, because he knew that the +color and tone meant that there was a force field turned to full power covering +the portal. + The rest of the room looked like any standard brig with one very important +difference. He wasn't alone. Lying on a cot very similar to the one he was on +was another human. Riker noticed that this human was rather normal in +appearance save for a wicked looking scar that zigzagged down his left arm. He +was just shy of two meters tall and had brown hair that was just a shade +lighter than Riker's own hair. He was dressed in conservative colors in a +modern style, but with very fine material. + Riker next felt around his chest to an attempt to find his communicator. +It wasn't there. Well, he thought, the Enterprise won't be coming to my rescue +quite that easily. He slowly tried to move into a sitting position only to be +rewarded with a nauseating pain in his shoulder. That wasn't any good at all. + "Don't try to move that shoulder." + Riker looked over at the other human to discover that he was sitting up +and looking at him. "Thanks for telling me. Hurts like hell." + "I'm not surprised. It's broken. Sorry, I've forgotten my manners. My +name is Mark Krosby. And you are Commander . . ." He trailed off, waiting +for Riker to answer. + "William Riker, USS Enterprise." He hesitated, "This may sound like a +stupid question, but where am I?" + Mark laughed. "You are a guest on the illustrious Ferengi Trader Avarice. +Since you're wearing a Starfleet uniform, I can assume that you're not here for +the same reason I am." + "I was sent by my captain to check the ship for Atax crystals," answered +Riker. He was wondering whether or not to trust this man, but he figured that +it didn't really matter one way or the other. Besides, he was a prisoner too. +"We received a report that they may be carrying some. We were supposed to +confiscate them and arrest Daamon Mok. Now why are you here?" + "I'm what you could call a free trader," a smuggler translated Riker to +himself. "I came to this ship with the same Atax that you were searching for. +I had a deal with the Ferengi, a thousand credits per crystal. But I got +greedy and demanded fifteen hundred each. Needless to say, they were not +amused. They simply hit me with one of their energy whips and tossed me in +here. I have no idea what happened to my ship. Probably destroyed by those +monsters. Anyway, now you know my story." + Riker tried to sit up again, this time being very gentle with his +shoulder. He made it up and leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath. +He spent the next five minutes fighting pain and dizziness. + Mark never moved during this time. He just sat and watched Riker fight +his own body. + Something suddenly occurred to Riker, "How did you know my rank?" + Mark smiled, "I quit Starfleet ten years ago. Not enough money in it. +Anyway I didn't like all of the rules. My commanding officers controlled my +life. I don't like anybody who makes decisions for me. I need my freedom, and +these Ferengi have taken it away from me. I intend to kill every one of them +when I bust out of here." + Riker looked on him appreciatively. This was the kind of ally that he +needed right now. Will looked around their cell once more, searching for a way +to break out. The door was obviously out. Unless the ship had a power failure +they didn't have a prayer of making it through there. He looked over the walls +until he spied a panel that was flush with the wall. He considered his chances +of walking over there, about two meters distant, without passing out on the +way. + Before Riker could move, however, he heard a sound over by the door. He +turned and saw Blak leering at him. + "I see that you are awake. Good. You'll be gratified to know that we +gave you the antidote to the gas before any brain damage occurred." + "What do you want with me?" Riker demanded. + "And what will you do with me?" Krosby queried. + Blak turned to Krosby. "You will eventually be taken to one of our bases +and tried for the crimes that you have committed against us." + "But I didn't do anything," protested Krosby. + "You reneged on a contract," thundered Blak. The way he said that made it +sound as if it were a death warrant. + "And me?" asked Riker calmly. + "You will be taken to the Romulan Neutral Zone," answered Blak with a leer +on his face, "and sold to the first Romulan ship that will buy you at our +price. I should think that many would want to buy a Starfleet commander. You +probably have all sorts of military secrets that the Romulans can use." The +evil smile on Blak's face made Riker instantly nervous. + Blak's laughter could be heard all the way down the corridor. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "But, Doc," protested Geordi to an exasperated Beverly Crusher, "I feel +fine. Why do you have me cooped up in here when I could be doing some real +work? Besides, you know that I will keep pestering you until you release me." +Geordi gave her a crooked smile. + Beverly frowned back. "You're fine, Geordi. It's just that I want to +keep you here for some observation to make sure you don't suffer any long term +effects." + "So I can observe myself," protested LaForge. "Listen, Doc, I'll try and +take it easy for a while, okay? I promise to be a good little boy." He added +solemnly, waiting for her response. + She looked at him with something resembling resignation. "Fine. Get out +of here." + Geordi was halfway to the door before she said, "Just take it easy and +don't hesitate to come back of you don't feel well." + He was in the corridor before she heard a distant, "Okay." + She turned around and grumbled something to herself about how all of the +officers on this ship were stubborn. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Geordi made straight for Engineering. Once there, he tracked down his +assistant, Lieutenant Cohran. "What's the scoop?" he asked as soon as he found +his subordinate. + "We're running at warp 9.7, chasing after the Ferengi who tried to turn +your brains to pudding, sir," answered Cohran. Geordi winced. Cohran always +had graphic, though odd, descriptions for everything. + Cohran himself was a little odd. He was a Horta, one of the many races +that the legendary Admiral James T Kirk had discovered. Cohran himself +appeared to be nothing more than an animated boulder. The Horta were a +silicon-based life form that could move through solid rock as easily has humans +moved through air. This was accomplished through the use of the strongest +natural acid found anywhere in the galaxy. If they were moving through rock +using this acid, then they would in essence be eating their way along. + The Horta were a very long lived race, measuring their life spans in the +centuries. Despite his odd shape, Cohran was one of the best engineers that +Geordi had ever seen. He managed this because he could plug his nervous system +straight into the machine that he was working on and literally feel where the +problem was. + "Have there been any problems with the engines or ship's integrity? This +is a pretty fast speed to be holding for very long," commented Geordi. + "No problems. She's been behaving herself like a virgin, sir. There's +nothing much for anybody to do right now. Why don't you go get some rest?" + "What, you too? Doctor Crusher just told me the same thing," exclaimed +Geordi. + "I know." If it were possible for a rock to appear embarrassed, Cohran +did. "She called down just before you arrived and threatened to turn me into +an asteroid if I let you do any work." He trailed off, clearly scared at the +threat. + Geordi sighed. "I should have known. Thanks, Cohran. If anything +happens, give me a call. I'll probably be in Holodeck 1." Geordi turned to +go. + "Don't you worry about anything, sir. We'll keep things ship shape around +here, even if we have to clean the deckplates with our toothbrushes." + Geordi was smiling on his way out of Engineering. Nothing like a Horta +telling jokes to lift your spirits, he mused. + +-- +Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Atax, ch. 5 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.160603.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 25 Feb 92 01:06:03 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 174 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 5 + + "We've got to get out of here," said Mark as soon as Blak was out of +earshot. + "No kidding. If I can just get to that panel over there," he indicated +the darker panel he had spotted earlier, "I'll see if I can do something about +that." + Mark jerked his head around and smiled when he saw what Riker was talking +about. Muttering something about being blind, he stood up and pulled off his +cloth belt. He expertly folded it over and tied the end into a knot. Krosby +then looped the knot over Riker's neck and then let the other half drop over +his chest. + "This is going to hurt," he said just as he grabbed Riker's wrist and +shoved it into the makeshift sling. + Riker didn't actually cry out, but he did break into a cold sweat. +Imzadi, his mind cried. His arm was finally secured next to his body after +what seemed like an eternity of raw pain. Once there, he found that it was +much more comfortable this way than hanging down his side. + "Thanks," he grunted, sweat running down his face. + "Don't mention it," replied Krosby. "Now to that panel." He pulled Riker +up by his good shoulder and then hung on to him as Will nearly fell over from +the wave of dizziness that threatened to engulf him. Once the wave passed, +however, he could stand up with out any help. Riker slowly made his way over +to the panel and examined it carefully. + It was made of the same material as the rest of the wall, but was a +slightly darker shade of gray. The most promising aspect that he noticed was a + visible +crack where the panel met the rest of the wall. Riker tried to hook +his fingernails in it and pull, but the crack was just barely too narrow for +him to get a good grip on. + "Let me try," said Krosby. + Riker stood aside and looked over the room again as Krosby had a go at +prying open the panel. Save for the panel, their bunks, and the two of them, +the room was absolutely bare. Riker began to worry about how they would be fed +and other necessities of life cared for. + "No good," grumbled Mark after a full minute of trying. + Riker went back over to his bunk and sat down. He slumped over as he ran +through the options in his head. As far as he could see, there weren't any. + Krosby was probably thinking similar thoughts across the room. With a +muttered, "Damn," he hit the bunk with his fist. + Riker saw the action and thought for a moment. Didn't Geordi say +something about the ship? he thought. + "That's it," he said excitedly after a moment of thought. + "What's it?" grumbled Mark without looking up. + "This entire ship is made of cheap materials. I bet that we could just +break that panel and be home free in no time." + "Just break it? Think that it could be that easy?" asked Krosby with +skepticism, though he did look up. + "Worth a try," said Riker. He examined his bed more closely to see if he +could pry a piece off to pound on the panel. No good. The bed was made of one +piece and he sure as hell couldn't lift it up as a whole to use as a club. +Well, have to do it the hard way, he thought as he stood up. He went over to +the panel again and thumped it a couple of times with the heel of his left +hand. + Well, next step, he thought. He took a step back and pivoted on his left +foot to ram the heel of his right boot into the panel. The first kick only +succeeded in jarring his bad shoulder. His second try produced a sharp clang, +but this third attempt brought a crack. Riker stopped and looked at the panel +again. There was a barely visible hairline fracture down the middle of it. He +smiled and stepped back again. Two more kicks later the entire panel cracked +apart and parts of it fell into the cell and most of the rest fell into the +wall. Riker peered in and got a good look at what was inside. After a moment +he turned around to find a very interested look on Mark's face. + "The Ferengi never have been very smart have they?" asked Will. + "Why? What did you find?" + "Power circuits. I assume that at least one of them will be for the +door." + "You know, this escape may be easier than I originally thought," said +Krosby. + Riker smiled and got to work. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Captain," called Wesley Crusher from Conn. + "Yes, Ensign, what is it?" + "The Ferengi are changing course. They are no longer heading toward +Ferengi Alliance space. They are now heading to," Wesley did a quick +calculation and gulped when he saw the result, "the Romulan Neutral Zone." + It took a moment for that to sink in. "Follow them. How long until we +reach the Neutral Zone?" Picard asked. + Wesley tapped the command into his computer and read out the result, "Five +and a half hours at present speed. Sir, we won't catch the Ferengi for another +five hours." + The meaning of that was clear to all on the bridge. They would only have +a half an hour after they catch the Ferengi to free Commander Riker before they +entered the Romulan Neutral Zone and possibly started interstellar war. + Picard turned to Counselor Troi seated on his left. "Counselor, why would +the Ferengi," was all the further that he got before being cut short by Troi's +scream. + "Imzadi," screamed Deanna, mentally and vocally. + Every head on the bridge snapped around at the noise to see that Troi had +screamed, clutched at her shoulder, and collapsed onto Picard. Wesley jumped +up and came back to them in order to lift her off of Captain Picard who was +momentarily shocked into immobility. Worf, meanwhile, did the only sensible +thing that he could under the circumstances. He called Doctor Crusher to the +bridge. Wesley finally managed to lift Troi off of Picard by grabbing her +around her waist and essentially lifting her straight up in a bear hug. This +had the desired effect, but it made Wesley blush furiously. He laid her +down flat in front of the command chairs. + Picard meanwhile had managed to get his muscles to respond to commands +again. He knelt down beside Deanna and put two fingers on her throat to check +her pulse. It was rapid and thready. + Crusher burst into the bridge at that moment and demanded, "What +happened?" She began running her medical tricorder over Troi's body without +waiting for an answer. + "She just screamed and fainted," answered Picard. + "It was Will, Captain," said Deanna, barely audible. "He was in intense +pain. We must help him." She struggled to get up. + "We'll get to him, Deanna," soothed Beverly. "Right now I need to get you +to Sickbay. Can you walk or do I need to call for a stretcher?" + "I can make it," responded Troi, slightly embarrassed as she stood up +under her own power. + Crusher smiled at her, "Good. Let's go then." They headed to the +turbolift doors, Deanna holding her head and Crusher with her arm around Troi, +offering support. + "Why are all of my senior officers getting themselves hurt?" asked Picard +from no one in particular. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Doctor Crusher had no sooner finished calling Engineering and threatening +Cohran than she got an emergency summons to the bridge from Worf. + As she stood in the turbolift on her way to the bridge, she wondered if it +could be Worf himself. She hadn't wanted to release him yet, but that stubborn +Klingon just stood up and walked out. It was getting to the point that she +couldn't keep her patients in Sickbay anymore. + As soon as the turbolift stopped, she jumped out onto the bridge and found +that Deanna was the one who needed her help. She quickly learned what had +happened and that there would be no long term effects. She finally coaxed +Deanna into coming to Sickbay with her and maneuvered her into the turbolift. + "What happened?" asked Crusher as soon as the lift doors closed. + "I'm not sure," came the confused reply. "Captain Picard was asking me a +question and the next thing that I knew I was receiving wave after wave of pain +from Commander Riker. I don't know why, but I did." + "Are you sure that it was Will?" asked Beverly as the turbolift slowed to +a stop and the doors opened. + A small smile played at the corners of Deanna's mouth. "Yes, Beverly, I'm +sure it was Will. He is very identifiable, emotionally. At least to me he +is." She added as the pair walked into Sickbay. + The smile on Crusher's face melted into a frown of concern and then shock +as Deanna turned pale and passed out again. + Beverly's shock lasted less than a second, however. Her doctor's +instincts took over and caught Deanna before she hit the deck. It took her +only moments to lift Troi up and deposit her onto the nearest medical +diagnostic bed. The readout immediately began showing the patient's vital +signs. They were wavering radically. + Crusher's face puckered into a frown as she tried to tell what was wrong. +All of her medical experience seemed useless as she frantically searched her +memory for what was causing her friend's condition. No matter. Treat the +symptoms and then go after the cause, she thought. + She first injected a mild sedative to ease the wild heart rate and then +began picking selective drugs to help the other major organs fight whatever it +was. + "What was wrong with Counselor Troi, Doctor?" queried Picard from the +bridge. + She slapped her communicator without slowing down her ministrations to +Troi and began to speak rapidly, "She originally fainted from a wave of pain +that Commander Riker was apparently broadcasting, Captain. However, that is +not the problem right now. She has collapsed again." + "From what?" came the concerned reply. + "I'm sorry, Captain, but I have no idea. Crusher out." She slapped her +communicator again to close the link to the bridge and set about saving Deanna +Troi's life. + +-- +I'm posting all of the chapters...but not instentaneously...they should be +all posted by later wednesday. After chapter 15, feel free to write for +missed chapters...later! -r +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Atax, Ch. 6 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb24.161015.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 25 Feb 92 01:10:15 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 182 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 6 + + Completely oblivious to what was happening to Counselor Troi, Geordi +LaForge went looking for Data. While he was lying in Sickbay he had decided to +go back to the Holodeck with his android friend and work on that program some +more. He figured that Doctor Crusher would let him do something like that +since it wasn't actually work. + Finding Data wasn't nearly as difficult as it sounds because the +Enterprise's main computer could find anybody on the ship in a matter of +seconds. Geordi asked the computer and learned that Data was in the Ten- +Forward Lounge. Odd, thought Geordi, he usually doesn't go there. But who am +I to tell him where he can and can't go? I'll just stop by and talk to him +there, he concluded. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Guinan, could you help me with a problem?" + Guinan, the hostess of the Ten-Forward Lounge, looked up and saw Commander +Data looking at her with a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension on a face +that usually gave no emotional response at all. She was very surprised to see +him in here at all. When he did come it was with a group of other officers and +even then he rarely talked to her. + Recovering her composure quickly, she said, "Sure, Data. Have a seat. +What can I do for you?" + Data sat down and considered the hostess. The first thing that he noticed +was the outfit she was wearing. It consisted of a dark blue outfit that almost +resembled a robe, with a hat of the same shade. The hat was so large that it +was almost the same size as the robe itself. Data recalled that she preferred +clothing of this type, so he dismissed the fact that the hat was several times +the size of her head. + He then looked at her and realized, not for the first time, that it was +hard to tell what species she came from. She exhibited a little bit of many +diverse cultures and physical attributes. Data knew that Captain Picard had +argued long and hard for her to be allowed to run the Ten-Fore Lounge on the +Enterprise, but nobody else, including Data and the ship's computer, knew much +else about her or why Captain Picard lobbied to Starfleet Command on her +behalf. + However, she had the uncanny knack of knowing when people needed a drink +refilled, a shoulder to cry on, or if they just wanted to be left alone. These +things made her the perfect hostess for the social center of a moving city. + "Yesterday Geordi and I started a holodeck simulation," began Data with +some hesitation. "In it I had programed in a formal party scenario and gave +each of us an escort for the evening. He seemed very happy with the setup, but +I am confused as to what I should say to Grace, my escort. Should I ask her to +dance, should I just talk to her, should I let her guide the conversation, +should I . . ." He trailed off as he realized that Guinan was on the verge of +laughing out loud at him. "What did I say that was humorous?" + "Nothing, Data," she managed, stifling another laugh. "It's just that +some people have asked me some very odd questions since I came to the +Enterprise, but this is the first time that I've had an android with women +troubles. To answer your question, you should do whatever seems natural. Let +her guide you a little if you must, but the computer will go along with just +about anything you decide to do. Data, you're a unique individual and you +should just be yourself." She spotted Geordi as he walked in and started to +look around. "There's Geordi now. Why don't you two go back to that program +right now and have some fun. From what I've heard, we won't be doing much for +a few hours at least. Go on and have some fun." + "Thank you, Guinan," said Data as Geordi joined them. + "Hi, Guinan," greeted Geordi. "Data, do you want to go back to that +holodeck program we were in earlier? You know the one with Gloria and Grace?" +He seemed rather eager to be going. + Geordi could hear Guinan give a small laugh as she went to tend to some of +her other customers. "What was that about?" he asked Data. + "Guinan and I were discussing just that program before you arrived. To +answer your question, yes. I would like to go back and try that scenario some +more." + "Great," said Geordi as he moved toward the doors. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + The program was quickly resumed once they arrived at the doors to Holodeck +One. The only modification that they had to make was Grace's memory of Picard's +voice. Other than that, they continued where they had left off, Data talking +to Grace and Geordi dancing with Gloria. + "What were we talking about?" asked Grace. + "You were saying that I know humans very well right now," said Data with +his usual accuracy. + Grace laughed lightly. "That's what I like about you, Fredrick, you make +me laugh. It's just some of the little things you do and the serious way you +say them." She paused and turned toward Geordi and his date on the dance +floor. They were currently doing a slow waltz. "I'm glad that Gloria and +Thomas are getting along so well." + Geordi seems to be very happy, thought Data to himself. + He continued watching them for a few more seconds. How can they be so +close together without stepping on each other's feet? he wondered. + Grace turned back to him. "Anyway, I still say that you understand +humans very well indeed. After all, how could we be engaged to be married if I +didn't think that I understood you and you understood me?" + Data, who had programed the simulation, knew that this was coming. It was +a part of the learning experience for him. How better to understand humans +than to experience their relationships in their full complexities? he reasoned. + Grace continued, "I love you, Fredrick, and I always will. I'm glad that +you asked me to marry you. You made me the happiest girl alive." With that, +she threw her arms around Data's neck and proceeded to give him a kiss that +would have sent even Riker spinning. + He responded as well as he was able, but his lack of real experience +detracted from the intended effect. Grace didn't seem to notice or if she did, +she didn't care. + Once the kiss finished she leaned against him and sighed contentedly. +Data wondered what to do next. He had a woman who seemed to be in love with +him practically lying on top of him and he felt that he really should do +something. + Emulation seems to be in order, he thought. Therefore, what would +Commander Riker do in this situation? He didn't know for sure. He had never +quite figured out how Riker treated ladies in this kind of situation. Very +well, what would Captain Picard do? That too drew a blank. How about Geordi? +He looked over at his friend just in time to see them kissing in a manner that +he himself had just experienced. Good start, he thought. + He leaned over and kissed Grace again. She responded just as +enthusiastically as the last time and snuggled further into his shoulder. That +was apparently pleasurable for her, but did not get us anywhere, he thought. I +have to think of something else. + Who else could I emulate? What would Worf do? He did a quick search of +Klingon mating rituals. Well, he thought, I could try that. + "bangwIj rur Doq," he started. He sounded as if his intestines and vocal +cords were being sucked through the matter-antimatter engines. + Grace interrupted with, "What was that, Fredrick?" + "Klingon poetry. I started to say 'My love is like a red, red rose, newly +sprung in June.'" + + Grace giggled and looked up to him with an amused expression on her face. +"What am I supposed to do while you recite Klingon love poetry?" + "You are supposed to throw heavy objects at me until you can not find any +more and then throw yourself at me and make love to me," he replied with a +straight face. + Her face was stretching into a larger and larger smile until she heard +that last line. Data then began to wonder how red her face could become before +she began hemorrhaging. + "What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway? Just because you take me to +a fancy party you think you can take advantage of me." Her voice was rising +with every word. Several heads turned toward the sound. + "Well, buster, you've got it all wrong." She viciously tore a ring off of +her finger and threw it at him. Data reflexively caught it and looked at it. +It was a gold ring with a small diamond surrounded by rubies. By this time +everybody in the room was staring at them. + Geordi, who was still out on the dance floor with Gloria, considered +pausing the program, but he was genuinely interested in how his friend would +handle this display. + Grace, meanwhile, was continuing her tirade. "Get out of my life, +Fredrick. I never want to see you again." With that, she buried her face in +her hands and ran out the door. Much to Geordi's disappointment, Gloria +followed without even a good-bye. + "Pause program," Geordi called out. Everybody except Data and himself +immediately froze in their positions. Geordi slowly walked over to Data, +shaking his head. Data had a very confused look on his face. + "What was that all about?" Geordi asked his friend. + "I began to recite Klingon love poetry to her in an attempt to emulate +Lieutenant Worf. She did not understand Klingonaase, so I had to stop and +explain what I was saying and what she should do in such a situation." Data's +confused expression remained on his face throughout the synopsis of their +conversation. + Geordi shook his head again. He knew this Klingon custom. He had heard +about it in a Xenopsychology class in Starfleet Academy. + "That's a Klingon custom, Data. It doesn't work very well at all on +humans. You just insulted her by doing that. You may not have meant to, but +you did, just the same. See, girls want their dates to be tender and romantic. +Klingon mating customs are anything but tender." + "I am sorry," said Data, genuinely apologetic. He knew how much fun +Geordi was having with Gloria. + "I wonder how long we have before we catch the Ferengi," Geordi wondered, +changing the subject. He wanted to spend more time in here before things +really started to happen. + He tilted his head up and addressed the air, "Computer, how long until we +catch the Ferengi ship?" + "Four hours, twenty-eight minutes at present speed," replied the pleasant +female voice. + + He turned back to Data, "Why don't we try this program again while we have +some spare time? Besides, Doctor Crusher doesn't want me to do any real work +for a while, and this is a good way for both of us to relax." + Data nodded his head and turned to the computer console to restart the +program for the second time in as many hours. + Geordi wondered how many more times Data would need to restart the +program. He hoped it would be quite a few. He was having a lot of fun getting +to know Gloria. + +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!spool.mu.edu!agate!ames!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, 7 out of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.133007.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:30:07 GMT +Article-I.D.: acad3.1992Feb27.133007.1 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 170 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + + + Well, after an internet delay of around 3 days...*argh!!!* +I received chapter 7... + Just a small comment about Atax, when I received them, there were +quite a few control codes mixed in with the text. However, I ran a fixer +program on them, and they've come out just fine, and are now in straight +text format(I hope!)...*grin* +so here is chapter 7 out of 15, and if time permits, I'll get all the +rest in here...If you'd like straight text format, I'll be more than happy +to send them to you...just reply to my bitnet or internet address below... +have fun! -r + + + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 7 + + Riker had his back turned to the door when he heard footsteps running down +the hall. "Damn," he hissed venomously. "They heard the kicks. Get ready to +jump them," as he talked he left the shattered panel and moved to one of the +corners next to the door. Mark positioned himself on the other side. Whoever +came in was flanked even as they began the fight. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Blak came running full tilt down the corridor toward the brig. Damn +these humans, he thought savagely. I didn't even want to pick them up, but no. +That bumbling Mok just had to take them and try to make a profit off of those +two. I told him that they could cause trouble. At least he has the brains to +be coming to back me up. + I wonder what those two meddlesome humans are up to? he thought as he +slowed to stop at the door. + Blak stopped in front of the door and peered in, energy whip drawn. No +sense in being jumped by those two. His hesitation vanished when he spotted +the shattered panel. Those fools destroyed Ferengi property, thought Blak with +a snarl. He jabbed in the security code to deactivate the force field and +marched straight into the cell without another thought as to where Riker and +Krosby were. + Blak's next impression was of the toe of a boot streaking toward his face. + His face was shortly making an impression on the floor. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Did you really have to do that?" asked Riker. "I could have knocked him +out without trying to kill him." + "I told you that I have a grudge against these monsters. I just made my +first payback for what they did to my ship and to my freedom." He considered +Blak's bleeding lip and broken nose. "Besides, I think I improved his looks." + The look on Riker's face was indecipherable. Krosby couldn't tell if Will +was upset or amused. + Will took the lead and walked out into the corridor. Mark paused only +long enough to pick up Blak's energy whip and then followed. + As soon as Riker got outside of his cell, the first thing he noticed was +that Mok was standing three meters in front of him with a drawn energy whip. +The Ferengi captain did not look pleased. His face appeared as if it would +explode at any moment. + Mok shrieked a truly hideous Ferengi curse (roughly translated as "May all +of your contracts fall through and you die penniless") and flipped the energy +whip at Riker. + Will saw a blast of white paralyzing energy coming at him. His reaction +was instinctive. He dodged to his right. The bolt sizzled past Riker's ear +and slammed straight into Krosby's chest. Mark flew five meters down the +corridor before he landed with a heavy thud and didn't move. + Riker noticed what had happened to his comrade, but he had his own +problems coming his way. He didn't think that the hard floor and his bad +shoulder would mix very well. + He quickly realized the veracity of his prediction as he landed in a roll +and his shoulder exploded into liquid pain. His next coherent thought was +that his roll didn't go as planned either. He had hit a wall. + Riker was now essentially standing on his head, leaned against the wall +with a very hostile Ferengi standing over him holding a dangerous weapon. + What did fearless Starfleet commanders do in situations such as this? +Riker didn't know either, so he didn't move until told to do so, not that he +could very quickly even if he wanted to. + "Get up," snarled Mok. + Riker gingerly rolled into a sitting position. His head was still reeling +from the pain in his shoulder and he felt as if he couldn't stand up without +antigrav support. + "Move it," screamed Mok. + He was at the mouth, noticed Riker. Maybe I should move more quickly, he +thought. He doesn't seem to be in a very forgiving mood right now. I just +hope I don't pass out. + Riker gritted his teeth and tried to stand upright. A combination of the +nauseating pain in his shoulder and the dizziness in his head from trying to +stand up too fast stopped him. Deanna, his mind cried as he fell. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Deanna Troi wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was +talking to Beverly in Sickbay. The next thing she knew, she was here, wherever +here was. She couldn't exactly see or feel anything, but she could sense other +beings around her. She called out to them, but no one answered. + Deciding that doing nothing was one of the worst things that she could do +under the circumstances, she hesitantly touched one and found the mind of a +Vulcan she knew. Dr. Selar, one of Crusher's staff. So these are the minds +of everybody on the Enterprise, she reasoned. + At least I'm still on the ship, she thought, but what condition am I in? +I was in Beverly's office in Sickbay, so I'll try there first, she decided. +She mentally went back to the office, a trip of about ten meters. There was no +one there. She next tried the diagnostic beds nearest the office and found +Crusher's mind. + Deanna touched it and called out, "Beverly." + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Dr. Crusher whirled in a full circle looking around Sickbay to try to +identify the voice that she had just heard. The only other person in Sickbay +was Dr. Selar, running diagnostics on the Sickbay computer system. The voice +sounded like Deanna's, but that was impossible. Deanna was right in front of +her, unconscious. Not only that, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere +and nowhere at once. Given how she had heard her name, and that Dr. Selar +had not moved, Crusher decided that she had just been telepathically +contacted. "Who's there?" she called mentally, as well as she was able. + "It's me, Deanna Troi. You know me, Beverly," came the calm reply. + Crusher turned back to Deanna's body. It hadn't moved. In fact, the +monitors on the diagnostic bed were the only things that kept her from thinking +that Troi's body was dead. "Where are you?" she asked hesitantly. + "I'm not sure. I can move through the Enterprise without trying, and I +see everybody's mind as if it were a little star," answered Deanna's voice from +somewhere within Beverly's mind. + "How do you feel?" queried Crusher. + "Fine. I have an incredible amount of freedom right now, Beverly. It's +like being released from my body. It's very interesting, and a little bit +scary too," she added. + "Okay. I think I've finally figured out what happened to you. Your body +is right here in front of me, but your mind appears to be free from it. Your +body is showing symptoms of a Ryboxian virus. They're very unpredictable +illnesses. Not only that, but you could have gotten it anywhere and at +anytime. The bioscreens on the air circulators can't detect them. Anyway, +sometimes they act just like a normal flu and sometimes they attack each +person's individual traits. It seems that this time it has attacked your +psionic abilities and enhanced them in some way. Anyway, I have no way of +curing you immediately. I'll just have to treat the symptoms and let your body +fight the virus itself." She paused to let Deanna say something if she wanted +to. There was no comment so she continued. + "Meanwhile, since you seem to be mentally free and coherent, I suggest +that you take advantage of it. When was the last time that you actually down +sat and meditated for more than ten minutes? I think that you could use this +time to get some mental rest. I've no idea how long you'll be in this +condition, so make the best of it, okay?" + "I'll try, Beverly, but I'm getting lonely already," came back Deanna's +soft response. + Beverly smiled. "Just think of me as the neighbor that you can stop by +and visit anytime you feel like it," urged Beverly mentally. + Crusher could almost feel Troi's answering smile. "Thank you Beverly. +Another thing, please don't tell anybody this, okay?" + "Fine, Deanna. Now get some rest while I take care of you." + "Yes, Doctor," came the amused reply. "I'll leave you alone so you can +work on me." + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Deanna pulled herself away from Dr. Crusher and looked around her changed +world. The people on the Enterprise were clustered around her. She could look +into any mind she chose, but she didn't want to do that. Being an empath, she +knew her powers and didn't want to invade the mental privacy of anybody. +Besides, that kind of move would justify the fears of many people around her. +Most people just don't understand me, she thought sadly. A few people do +though. Captain Picard, Beverly, . . . Will. They understand what I go +through. + Will. Now why didn't I think of him sooner? I'd better find him and make +sure he's all right. + "Deanna," it was so quiet that she could barely hear it, but she knew +immediately what it meant. She turned toward the sound and sped to Riker. + +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!spool.mu.edu!agate!ames!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 8 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.133226.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:32:26 GMT +Article-I.D.: acad3.1992Feb27.133226.1 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 124 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 8 + + Deanna wondered what she would find when she got to Will Riker. Would he +be fine, or would she find him dying, or would she find him at all, or . . . + Stop it, Deanna, she scolded herself. Thinking that way won't get you +anywhere. Now stop thinking morbid thoughts and get going to find him! She +almost smiled in spite of what was going on around her. + Since she was free of a physical body, she could travel even faster than +the incredible speeds of the Enterprise. She was, quite literally, traveling +at the speed of thought. She quickly overtook the Ferengi ship and searched it +for the image of minds. Betazoids never could read Ferengi, so to her the +Avarice seemed to be a ship with only one person in it, Riker. She sped to him +and touched his mind. + "Will." + "What? Who is it?" came the frightened reply. + "It's okay, Will. It's me, Deanna." + "Deanna?" his relieved tone gave way to confusion. "You're on the +Enterprise, aren't you?" + "No, Will. My body has a Ryboxian virus and my mind is free. I heard my +name and I came. What happened?" + "I was in the brig trying to escape," he began, talking quickly. "Blak +showed up and we knocked him out and tried to get out. Mok was right there and +he knocked Mark out. He then told me to get up, but the pain in my shoulder +knocke d me out again." + Deanna was very confused. "Us? Mark? Blak? Your shoulder? I'm sorry, +Will, but I don't understand. Could you please start from the beginning?" + "What? Oh, sorry," He's still talking quickly, almost incoherently, she +noticed. "When I woke up my shoulder hurt and I met Mark. He was being held +by the Ferengi for smuggling the crystals that I was looking for. I saw a +panel and wanted to open it, but first Blak, Mok's second in command, came +and threatened to sell me to the Romulans. I then found the panel and kicked +it in. No, Mark gave me a sling out of his belt firs t. Anyway, the panel +had power circuits in it. I was trying to open the door when Blak cam e to +the door. Mark kicked him in the face and then stole his whip. I walked out +the do or, and rolled into the wall to avoid Mok's energy whip. Mark got +hit. What happened t o him?" he paused, waiting for her to answer. + He's asleep and babbling, concluded Counselor Troi. He's been speaking +rapidly and his thoughts are disjointed. Deanna, on the other hand, not the +professional psychiatrist but the very good friend, thought that his actions +were kind of cute. She didn't want to do this to him, but he did ask her a +direct question. + "I'm sorry, Will, but I didn't see any other humans on board." She tried +t o be sympathetic because she knew that his mind was working on a child-like +level sin ce he was asleep and his subconscious was in control. + He was silent for a moment and then asked quietly, "You mean that Mok +killed him?" + "I'm afraid so, Will. I know that he was a friend of yours. Could you +please tell me what happened next?" This was rather cruel to his emotions, she +thought. Well, if he thinks about something else then he may not let Mark's +death affect him too much. + "I was rolled up by the wall," continued Riker incoherently. "Mok told me +to get down, but I couldn't move very fast, so I got down slowly. He was +frothing at the mouth so I tried to move faster. I guess I passed out again, +and then you showed up," he concluded. + Definitely asleep, said the clinical portion of her mind. Oh, shut up, +replied the other, more sensitive portion of her personality. "Are you okay, +Will? Everybody on the Enterprise is worried about you." + "I'm fine. Just my shoulder is broken. You know, I've been thinking." +He has calmed down somewhat. He's actually coherent now, remarked Deanna to +herself, but he's probably still asleep. "Since I've gotten over to this ship +I 've been threatened, gassed, and shot at. Things like that tend to make +you rethink your entire previous life. I know that I've made some mistakes +over the years. Most of the m I can't do anything about, but there is one +that I can change. I did love you before and I still do love you." + Don't do it, Will, thought Deanna to herself. + "If I have anything to say about it," continued Riker, "I want you to +marry me so that I can make up for some of the mistakes that I have made in the +past." He stopped and waited for her answer. + How do I answer that? asked Deanna of herself. I do love him and I want +to marry him, but he doesn't know what he's saying. Besides he's asleep, and +not responsible for what he's saying. He could never marry and settle down. +He's just not that type of person. He's also delirious from pain, and that's +why he's saying these things. But what if he's serious? Do I take him up on +the offer? + "We could have a big wedding," continued Riker as she wrestled with her +emotions. "Captain Picard could perform the service, Dr. Crusher could be the +b ridesmaid . . . who would be the best man? Data, Worf, Wes? Data would +probably try to analyze the situation, so he's out. Worf, well I don't know if +he'd want do it, but if I asked him in the right way, he might. Wesley sounds +like a good choice . This ought to be an exciting experience for him. We'll +have to figure out a way to c onvince your mother that it shouldn't be a +completely traditional Betazoid wedding. Sorry, but I can't see myself getting +married stark naked. We could invite all of the crew and their families. +Where would you want to go for our honeymoon? Earth? Betazed?" + "That all sounds lovely, Will, but I think we'd better discuss this later. +Right now you are in a lot of trouble. What will the Ferengi do with you?" +She reminded herself t hat he was consciously asleep and not responsible for +what he just said. + "Blak threatened to sell me to the Romulans," Riker answered, temporarily +setting aside the wedding plans. + "You're heading into Romulan space. We should be able to catch up to you +a bout a half hour before you make it. We should catch you in about three +hours. Remember, sometime during that half an hour we will do something to try +to help you. Just be ready for anything, okay?" + "Okay, Deanna," he replied obediently. + "Good. Now get some sleep. I've got to go now. I'll see you in a couple +of hours, Will. Bye." + "Bye, Imzadi," said Riker softly. + Deanna pulled away from him and made her way slowly back to the +Enterprise, thinking furiously all the way. With any luck, she thought, he +won't remember any of this entire conversation when he wakes up. Or do I want +him to remember and be serious? She didn't know the answers to her own +questions. + + * * * * * * * * * * + +Captain's Log: Supplemental. + The Ferengi have changed course; they are now heading toward the Romulan +Neutral Zone. We should be able to catch them before they make it, but just +barely. + Meanwhile, Counselor Troi is in Sickbay with what Dr. Crusher says is a +Ryboxian virus. Apparently Deanna could have gotten it anytime in the past +couple of years and it hasn't shown up until now. They are very unpredictable +and long lived viruses. + Since both Troi and Riker are gone, I won't be able to use them as +sounding boards. I've got to figure out how to stop the Ferengi on my own. Do +I dare fire on them for what they may do to Riker? Do I just talk to them? + Where is Number One when I need him? +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!spool.mu.edu!agate!ames!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, chapter 9 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.133505.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:35:05 GMT +Article-I.D.: acad3.1992Feb27.133505.1 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 140 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 9 + + Once again, Data told the holodeck computer, "Resume program Data One." +The computer responded by putting the illusions of Grace sitting by Data and +Gloria dancing with Geordi out on the dance floor. Thanks to the good offices +of the computer, Grace was once again in a good mood. + "bangwIj rur Doq," said Data, just like the last time. + "I'm sorry, Fredrick, what was that?" asked Grace. + "That was Klingon poetry. I thought that you would like to listen to +some," replied Data. He wasn't about to tell her what Klingons did while +listening to poetry. He had just found out that doing that would upset her a +great deal. + Grace smiled. Data found that that simple gesture was oddly pleasing. +"Sorry to disappoint you Fredrick, but I don't speak Klingonese. How about we +just talk instead of reciting poetry?" + "Okay," he paused. "What would you like to talk about?" + She laughed. "I don't care. Anytime I'm with you, I just love to talk. +It doesn't matter what we talk about, just as long as we're together." + He considered that for a moment. What should he talk about? Didn't +Guinan say that he could let her lead the conversation if he had to? Well, he +r easoned, the best way to do that is to ask her something. "What plans have +you made for our wedding?" he asked. + She smiled. "Thank you for reminding me. I've got something to show +you." She pulled open her handbag and started rummaging around in it. + While she was otherwise occupied, Data looked around the room for Geordi. +H e was still on the dance floor, apparently deep in conversation with +Gloria. Even as h e watched, she laughed, and Geordi smiled at her. He +still seems to be having fun, thought Data to himself. + "Who are you watching?" asked Grace from beside him. + "Thomas and Gloria. They make a very nice couple, do they not?" + "Yes they do. Thank you for bringing Thomas to meet her. I feel guilty +going on so many dates with you and my roommate gets stuck at our apartment +with nothing to do. This is good for her. + "Here is what I wanted to show you," she continued. She held up a piece +of cloth for Data's inspection. + Data took it, looked at it, and asked, "What is it?" As far has he could +tell, it was simply a piece of white cotton cloth, suitable for almost +anything. He did notice, however, that it was real cotton, not synthetic. + "Part of my wedding dress, silly. What else would it be? I'm going to +have a full dress made of this material. It'll have puffed sleeves with little +red flowers on them and I'll wear a golden necklace with our names enclosed +within a heart on it." + "That sounds like an appropriate dress for the occasion," Data commented. +He stopped. What else to talk about? "Who are you going to invite?" + "Well, let's see," she paused in thought. "Gloria and my parents of +course. Who else? Oh, yes, Kimberly, Anna, Kathleen, and probably a couple of +others. Who will you invite?" + Data hadn't thought about it. Who would I invite to my wedding? he +wondered. "Well, Captain Picard, Commander Riker, Thomas," he indicated +Geordi, "Lieutenant Worf, Dr and Wesley Crusher, Chief O'Brien, Counselor +Troi," + She interrupted him with, "Sounds like you have more guests coming than I +do. I'll just have to invite more people to keep up with you." She laughed +and smiled at him, her eyes full of love. + Data was about to respond when he felt a heavy tap on his shoulder. He +had heard someone come up behind him, but he had assumed that they would go on +by or sit at the bar beside him, not interrupt him. He turned to look at a +large, uns haven man wearing a creased suit. His nose appeared to be cherry +red. Data's sensitive olfactory sensors immediately detected a large increase +i n the concentration of alcohol fumes in the air. Data correlated these +facts in his m ind and came to the conclusion that the man was intoxicated. + "May I help you?" asked Data politely. + "Yesh," the man slurred. "That girl of yoursh ish bery pretty. If you +don't wants any troubles, you could letsh me dance with her." The man stared +at Data blearily and clenched his right fist. + Grace had grabbed Data's arm from behind, and was whispering, "Please make +him go away, Fredrick." + Data was surprised at the man's audacity. He was clearly incapable of +walking in a straight line, let alone dancing. Data turned toward Grace in an +effort to ignore the man in the hopes that he would go away. + Before he got all of the way around, however, his shoulder was jerked +backward and he found himself once again face to face with the drunk. What +should I do? he wondered. This man was clearly not going to leave us alone, so +I must do something about him. + He considered his options. Grace obviously didn't want to dance with him. +She was still grabbing his arm with all of her strength. He could try to just +walk away with her, but the man probably wouldn't let them go. He could +pause the holodeck program, but he was too curious about what the man may do +to do something like that. The history of literature was replete with +characters who would not hesitate to fight for the honor of a l ady. He +thought that his present situation called for this, so he stood up to face the +man. + "No," was the simple declaration. + The large man laughed loudly and then abruptly let loose with a punch +toward Data's face. + He had no chance against Data's android reflexes and strength. Data +caught the man's hand in his own and just stood there waiting to see what the +man would try next. + When he realized that his punch had not landed, the drunk grunted and +really leaned against Data's hand. It wouldn't move. Out of a mixture of +frustration and desperation the man then tried to hit Data with his other hand. +Data simply stepped aside and pushed the man forward, adding to his own +momentum. Data was careful, however, to steer him away from Grace. It would +not do at all for him to let get her hurt by this ruffian. + The man stumbled forward and went face first into a table full of people. +Drinks, chairs, and people went flying everywhere. One of the men that was +on the bottom started fighting against what was lying on top of him, namely +the drunk. The two men en ded up on top of each other pummeling one +another's faces with poorly aimed blows. + They were the least of Data's worries. Some of the other men from the +overturned table were advancing on him. They did not looked pleased. One of +the men accidentally bumped another and they started trading blows. The scene +w as quickly turning into an old fashioned barroom brawl. Data was +fascinated. + Geordi's first indication of a problem was when the couple next to Gloria +a nd himself fell over, with somebody large and clearly intoxicated lying on +top of them. LaForge looked up from his entertaining conversation with +Gloria to find a full blown fight goi ng on. What has Data gotten himself +into now? he wondered. + "Please excuse me a moment," he said politely to Gloria. "Computer, pause +program." + + + The noises in the room abruptly stopped. Geordi disengaged himself from +the now motionless Gloria and walked over toward where he had left Data, which +incidentally was the center of the fight, he noticed with some worry. + "Data, what happened this time?" he asked when he found his android friend +surrounded by motionless people. + "That man," he indicated the man that Geordi had seen, "came over to us +and demanded to dance with Grace. She did not want to dance with him, so I +told him no. He did not seem to accept that answer. He tried to hit me, but I +stopped him from hurting me or Grace." + "What?" asked Geordi in obvious confusion. "The simulation shouldn't be +able to do something that may allow anybody to get hurt." + "I programed it to be absolutely precise with every detail, unfortunately +it also included the intoxication levels of the patrons." + "Right," answered Geordi with a shake of his head. "Why don't we get back +up to the bridge and try this some other time. You seem to be getting into +all sorts of t rouble on this date, Data. " + "I am sorry, Geordi, but I did want to learn more about humans. I have +been gathering a great deal of fascinating information." He turned his head +toward a blank wall. "Computer, save and discontinue." + The two men walked out of the now empty holodeck and headed toward the +bridge. +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!spool.mu.edu!agate!ames!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 10 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.133706.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:37:06 GMT +Article-I.D.: acad3.1992Feb27.133706.1 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 158 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 10 + + Riker became conscious again with a start. Now, what woke me up? he +thought. He tried to remember what had happened to him over the last couple of +minutes before he fell asleep. Let's see, he thought, I got out into the hall +and rolle d into the wall in an effort to avoid Mok's whip. Mark got hit and +killed. + Now why do I believe that? he wondered. I've no way of knowing unless one +of the Ferengi tell me. Anyway, Mok told me to get down and I tried to do it +slowly, but he seemed upset so I went faster and passed out. If that's the +last thing that I remember, then why do I think that the Enterprise will try +to rescue me in the next couple of h ours? And then they will have only +half an hour to do it. Did I dream it? And why do I t hink that I asked +Deanna an important question? If I did, what was it? The more that Riker +thought, the more questions were piling up in his mind, so he tried not to +think along those lines any more. + He opened his eyes in order to figure out where the Ferengi had put him +this time. The more that he looked around, the more he became convinced that +he was in the same cell that he had just broken out of. + Good news, he thought. He looked over to where the panel should be, to +find that someone had put a very crude patch over it. The patch was made of +durranium, welded to the wall. Crude, but effective. Not much chance I could +k ick my way through that stuff, he thought ruefully. + Escape plans over for the moment, he took stock of his body. His shoulder +was still aching. Great, thought Riker. Dr. Crusher had finally finished +patching me up after my run in with the Wild Thing on Paradise, and I had to +come over to this ship and mess it up again. Beverly will never let me live +this down, he thought, thoroughly chagrin ed. Other than his shoulder, he +felt fine. + He looked over to the other bunk in the cell, half hoping to find Mark +lying there. He wasn't. Maybe my dream really wasn't a dream after all, he +thought. + Since he couldn't think of anything else to do short of throwing himself +at the force field, he decided to wait for the Enterprise to try to rescue him. +He fervently hoped that they would make an attempt at it. He didn't fancy +being sold to the Romulan Empire so that they could pry military secrets from +him. + Riker sat, waited, and conserved his strength for when he would need it +the most. He was sure that he would need all of his energy in a couple of +hours, one way or another. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Deanna made her way back to the Enterprise, thinking about her +conversation with Will. Once she got there, however, she knew that she needed +to report what Riker had told her to Captain Picard. She made her way to the +bridge and tried to find the mind of her captain. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Picard tabbed the button on his armchair to close the log entry and sat +back with a sigh. How will I handle the Ferengi? he wondered. If only I knew +what they were doing. + "Captain," he heard. + That's odd, he thought. Did I just hear Counselor Troi call me? + "Yes you did, sir," came back a reply that he wasn't sure whether he heard +or only thought. + "Well, well," he thought aloud to Deanna. "And where are you, Counselor?" + "I'm mentally here with you, Captain, but my body is probably still in +Sickbay." + "And how are you managing that?" he thought mentally, very interested in +the answer. + "The Ryboxian virus attacked and enhanced my psionic abilities. It's +really very interesting, Captain. I'm more free now that I've ever been. This +is interesting, but I prefer to have a body around me." + "I see. Did you just stop by to chat? Or do you think that you could +help me with a problem?" + "I think that I can help you with some information, sir. I just talked to +Will. He was unconscious at the time, so I'm not sure how reasonable his +answers are. He said that he had hurt his shoulder when the Ferengi gassed +him. He woke up and found that there was a smuggler in the brig with him, +apparently the same smuggler that had brought the Atax crystals to the Ferengi. +They made an escape attempt, but Daamon Mok stopped them, killing the smuggler +in the process. They also apparently have threatened to sell Will to the +Romulans. I warned him that we will try to help him in the next couple of +hours, and he should be ready for anything. His conscious mind was asleep, +so I'm not sure whether he remembers that or not." + "Thank you, Counselor. You've answered a great many questions," remarked +Picard, vastly relieved. + "Sir, could you please not tell Will that I talked to him? I don't think +t hat I want him to remember all of what was said." + Picard raised an eyebrow at the request, but agreed. She had just brought +him the very kind of information that he needed to plan out the next couple of +hours. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Thank you, sir," said Deanna before she left Picard. + She made her way back to Sickbay to find out what had happened to her +physical body. She found Beverly in the same place that Troi had left her, +about an hour ago. + "Beverly," called Deanna. + "Yes, Deanna, I'm here. I've got some good news for you. I'm helping +your body fight the virus, and I think that it's working. You should be up and + around in +another day or so." + "We don't have a day, Beverly. We have maybe three hours before we lose +Will." + "I'm sorry, Deanna, but I can't speed up the process. It'll take that +long just for your body to get itself well again." She paused and waited for +the argument to continue. + Deanna sighed. "Very well, Beverly. I'll just run around for a while. +I'll probably be around Captain Picard later if you want to talk to me." + "Okay, Deanna." She paused. "Are you sure that you're fine?" + "Yes, Mother, I feel fine," joked Deanna. + Beverly smiled. At least she can joke about this, thought Crusher to +herself. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Deanna pulled away from Dr. Crusher and took a longer look around the +Enterprise. I can go anywhere I wanted to, she realized. Well, she asked +herself, now that I can go anywhere in the entire galaxy, where to? She drew a +complete blank. She realized that everywhere she ever wanted to go was right +here on the ship, easy access anytime. That blew that time killer, she +thought ruefully. I could go off ship, she thought, but to where? And even +then, how would I know when to get back? + Who do I want to talk to? Nobody came to mind immediately except Riker +and he was out for various reasons. She sighed in resignation. She was +absolutely free and had nothing to do. It was at that point that she realized +h ow truly lonely she felt. + Who would I talk to if I had felt this way yesterday? she thought. The +answer was immediate, Guinan. The Ten-Forward hostess was always willing to +listen and knew how to fix almost any problem. She sped off to the +Ten-Forward. + On the way, she happened to pass Geordi LaForge in the Holodeck. Without +trying, she read the emotion that he was strongly broadcasting, love. Deanna +was tempted to stop and find out what was going on, but her professional ethics +prevented her from doing so. She went on to the Ten-Fore. + As soon as she got there, she started searching for Guinan. Almost +immediately she got a strong sense of seeing somebody. What was almost as +scary was that Deanna thought that whoever it was, was looking at her, too. The +closer she got to this person, the more she became convinced that it was Q +returning for one of his all too frequent visits. + She heard soft laughter. "No, Deanna, don't be scared. It's just little +old me, Guinan. And I'm NOT a member of the Q," she added forcefully. + Deanna sighed in relief. "I was worried there for a moment, Guinan. The +last time I sensed a mind like yours, it was the first time that we ran into +Q, just before Farpoint. Since then I've tried to avoid his mind whenever +possible." She chuckled and the n something occurred to her. "Why haven't I +ever gotten that kind of impression f rom you before?" + Deanna could feel Guinan's smile. "Deanna, just between you and me, I've +got powers that the Captain doesn't even suspect. + "I've been following you for a while, now," she said, changing the subject +abruptly. "I haven't heard everything, so you can relax. Anyway, you are +wondering what to do for the next couple of hours. I would suggest that you +just sit and relax somewhere in here. You can't do anything for a while, so +just wait. If you want, I can keep you co mpany. I'm very good at lending +someone an ear for a couple of hours. And this way," she continued, "I can +keep working while you calm down somewhat." + Deanna smiled and began to tell Guinan about her talk with Will. + +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!spool.mu.edu!agate!ames!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 11 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.133936.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:39:36 GMT +Article-I.D.: acad3.1992Feb27.133936.1 +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 141 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 11 + + "We're within phaser range of the Ferengi," announced Worf from over +Picard's head some two hours later. + "Thank you, Mr. Worf. Open hailing frequency." As he said this, he stood +up and advanced on the forward viewscreen. + "Channel open," said Worf as the view of Daamon Mok appeared on the +viewscreen in front of Picard. + "What do you want, human?" questioned Mok. + "We want Commander Riker," responded Picard with perfect calm, "and we're +p repared to use force if necessary to get him back." + The Ferengi did not appear impressed. "Oh really now? I don't suppose +that you would want to buy him back rather than firing on us and possibly +killing him in the process?" + "We won't discuss terms. Give us Commander Riker and we will let you go, +unharmed." + + The Ferengi captain smiled evilly, turned to one of his crew and started +snarling at him in what passed for the Ferengi tongue. Once finished, he +turned back to Picard and just stared at him. He seemed to be waiting for +something. + "Captain," called Worf from his tactical station, "I'm picking up strange +e nergy readings from the Ferengi ship. I can't isolate location or cause." +Chief Engineer LaForge was watching the same sensor readings. "The power curve +reminds me of something that I saw in Engineering school, Captain. It appears +to be an old fashioned trans-warp field that is being directed through their +phaser banks." He frowned at his console. "No, it's similar, but not the same +thing. I don't know precisely what it is. Sorry, sir." + Picard frowned. He could fire now, at extreme range, or wait. And then +there was the matter of their mystery weapon. A directed trans-warp field used +as a weapon? Well, it was rumored to have happened to Admiral James T Kirk, +but Picard had trouble imagining it. After due consideration, he decided to +wait a little whil e longer and then aim for their phaser mounts in the hope +that he could render their mystery weapon useless. + "Cut transmission," he said eventually. "Close on them further, Mr. Worf, +and inform me when we are within optimum phaser range. Lock phasers and +photon torpedoes on their phaser mounts." + "Aye, sir," responded Worf a gleam in his eye. + The next fifteen minutes were spent uneventfully, though they were very +hard on Picard. Finally, when he thought that he could stand no more, he +turned to Worf to order him to open fire. + "Within optimum phaser range, Captain," said Worf just before Picard could +say anything. + "Open fire with phaser mountings and engines as targets, Mr. Worf," +replied Picard. His fatigue seemed to dissolve just as soon as he had +something to do. + "Firing," called Worf. He seems to be positively enjoying firing at the +Ferengi, noticed Picard. + Everyone on the Enterprise bridge watched the phaser beams lancing toward +the Ferengi trader only to be stopped and dissipated by the aft shields. +"Continue firing until further notice," ordered Picard. + Worf had a very Klingon grin on his face as he turned back to his board to +carry out the order. His hands danced over the phaser controls and the +phasers continued to mercilessly eat away at the Ferengi shields. + "They're firing back," called Ensign Crusher from Conn even as he +implemented minor evasive maneuvers. The Enterprise rocked around them, +indicating a Ferengi hit. + "Forward shields drained twenty percent," called Worf. "That was standard +phasers, not their trans-warp weapon. Firing continuing." He sent another +barrage against the Ferengi shields. + At these speeds, neither ship could maneuver very much at all; Enterprise +because they didn't want to get further away from the Ferengi and the Avarice +because they wanted to get away from the Enterprise as fast as possible. + "They're slowing," reported Data at Ops. "Warp seven, six, five." He +paused. "Holding at warp four point seven. It appears that we have damaged +their engines, Captain." + "Good," replied Picard. "Mr. Crusher, get us between them and the Romulan +Neutral Zone. Continue firing, Mr. Worf." + "Aye, sir," both officers replied. Picard hoped to force the Ferengi back +toward Federation space and give him some breathing room. + "Sound strategy," commented Counselor Troi from nowhere. + "It's nice to see you're back, Counselor," thought Picard. "How have you +been?" + "I've been talking to Guinan and I feel better now, Captain. Thank you. +If you don't mind, I feel that I should go to Will now. You don't seem to need +me here." + "Good idea." He paused. "What would happen to you if one of the phaser +shots went through you?" He didn't think he wanted to know the answer, but he +was worried for her. + "I'll try to avoid them," she replied and was gone. + Picard sighed. He noticed that Ensign Crusher had managed to get the +Enterprise between the Ferengi and the Neutral Zone already. Picard made a +quick decision in his head and came to the conclusion that he could maneuver +freely now to avoid phaser shots. "Continue firing and implement evasion +tactic gamma, Mr. Crusher." + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Riker was startled to feel the ship lurch around him. What's going on? he +wondered. Of course! The Enterprise is trying to stop the Ferengi. I need +to be ready to ge t out if the opportunity presents itself. He stood by the +door to wait, hoping that the power would fail. + He didn't have to wait long. After another hit by the Enterprise, the +power to the door flickered and went out for a moment. So did the lights, +plunging him into complete darkness. He lunged toward where the door should be +and prayed that he'd make it before the power came back on. + He didn't. Just as he got most of the way through, the power flickered +back on and caught his leg in its force. + Riker's next conscious memory was of lying on the floor in the hallway. +His left leg felt as if somebody with a cruel streak had run Klingon pain +sticks up and down its length. He doubted that he could stand for a couple of +minutes, so he looked around to pass the time. As he expected, he was on +the other side of the force field, piled up against the wall. The power +must have come on and got my leg bu t spit me out in this direction, he +reasoned. He couldn't see anybody in either direction down the corridor, so +he felt rather safe for the moment. + I wonder if the Enterprise is still out there trying to help me? he +thought. A sudden lurch to the floor answered that question rather forcefully. +He no longer felt safe just sitting there, so he gingerly stood up and tried +to move down the corridor without hurting his leg or shoulder. + Halfway down the corridor he suddenly sensed another presence and froze, +trying to pinpoint the location. + "It's okay, Will. It's only me, Deanna," he heard inside of his head. + He relaxed. "Where are you?" He didn't have to make sure that it was +her. His hyperactive senses had already identified it as her voice. + "Right here. I'm here in the corridor with you." + Riker looked around, but couldn't see anyone except himself. "What are +you talking about? You're not here. Come to think of it, how can I hear you +if you're not here?" + "I'm really here, Will, just not physically. Don't ask how I got here, +just accept it." She was relieved that he didn't seem to remember their +previous conversation. + "Whatever," answered Will. "I'm glad you're here, Deanna, even if not +really here. By the way, what's going on?" + "You're near the Romulan Neutral Zone. The Enterprise is firing on the +Ferengi in an effort to stop them from crossing into the Zone. You're free so +I suggest that you try to cut power from the inside. We can't beam you out +until their shields are down, right?" + "Yeah, I guess you're right." + He continued down the corridor and peeked around the corner before +crossing. He was immediately glad that he did. A Ferengi was standing guard +about five meters down the cross hall. He appeared to be very frightened, but +determined to guard the door at his back. + "Damn," muttered Riker. He stopped and leaned against the wall. This one +would require some thinking. +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 12 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.134150.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:41:50 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 141 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 12 + + "Could you please help me, Deanna?" asked Will. + "I'm sorry, Will, but no," she responded, correctly anticipating the next +q uestion. "I can't do anything to Ferengi. Even a full Betazoid couldn't +touch the mind of a Ferengi, even if she wanted to. Sorry." + "Damn. I was hoping for a distraction. Do you any suggestions?" + "No. Not unless you want to wait for one." + "That's not my first choice, but I don't seem to have any other options +right now. I can't just jump out there and get him, at least not with this leg +I can't." He paused uncertainly, "While we're waiting, I feel like I recently +asked you an im portant question, but I can't remember what it was I asked or +what your answer was. Do you have any idea what the question was?" His +voice was a mixture of curiosity and dread. + Deanna thought about it very carefully. She didn't want to tell him what +w as actually said, but she did want to answer truthfully. He apparently did +remember some of it, though, she thought. Well, I'll just have to answer +without telling the whole truth. + She was suddenly spared an answer by the end of their wait for a +distraction. The ship abruptly lurched around them as yet another phaser shot +hit the Avarice and rattled everybody aboard. + Riker peeked around the corner just in time to see a panel on the wall +fall down and startle the Ferengi. The guard jumped at the sound and +reflexively pulled out his energy whip. Once he identified the source of the +sound, he nervously made what passed for a Ferengi chuckle at his jumpiness and +turned to the comm panel to call a technician to fix the panel. + After speaking for a few seconds, he turned back around just in time to +catch a fleeting glimpse of a maroon uniform before his knees were kicked out +from under him and he landed face first into the floor with his energy whip +flying down the hall. + Riker spotted the flying whip and seized the opportunity it offered. He +ran over to where the it had fallen and grabbed it just as the guard got to his +feet and started coming at him. For the moment not caring what power level +the whip was set to, he simply flicked it at the Ferengi and prayed that it +would be enough to stop the obviously very upset Ferengi bearing down on +him. + It did. The bolt slammed into the Ferengi's shoulder and spun him into a +full circle before he stopped. The guard fell over like a felled oak tree +Will had once see n in his native Alaska. + Once the excitement was over, Will looked down at the whip and was +relieved to note that it was set on heavy stun, not kill. He didn't want any +more blood on his hands than was necessary. + Will turned toward the door that the Ferengi had been guarding and tried +to make sense of the markings that were stenciled there. He couldn't decipher +w hat it said, so he decided to walk in and look. + Riker stepped into a open room that was approximately one hundred by +eighty by ten meters high. It was only partially filled with small crates off +i n one corner. + "Cargo Hold" supplied his mind. He frowned in annoyance. Of course it +is, dummy, he chided himself. + Deanna's light laughter in his mind told him that she was still with him. +T his knowledge filled him with a sense of calm for no reason that he could +identify. Whatever goes on, he thought, at least I'm not alone. + Well, he continued, as long as I'm free I might as well try to mess them +up. He already knew what was in the crates. It was the Atax crystals that he +was supposed to search for. The ones that cost Mark his life. + Quickly, he went over to the crates and started to open them and pull the +c rystals out. Atax crystals were very fragile things his mind had told him. +So fragile in fact , that rolling around on the floor was probably enough to +shatter them into several pieces. He couldn't break them with his bare hands +for fear that some of the shards of the drug woul d enter his system, but he +could remove them from their protective cases and let the Enterpr ise's +phaser shots do the work for him. + Upon pulling open the first crate that fell under his hand, he noticed +that they were packed three to a crate and were very padded so as to avoid +breaking. + Too bad, he thought as he pulled them out of the packing material and +dropped them to the floor. His rough handling only broke two of the crystals. +I t was an accident, he consoled himself with an evil grin on his face. + Once he was through the twenty or so crates, he crept back to the door and +peeked outside to check to see if the coast was clear. + It wasn't. He was infuriated with himself to see another Ferengi carrying +a tricorder and wearing a belt full of electrical tools checking the guard he +had knocked out on ly a few moments ago. That's the tech that the guard +called, he thought viciously. I sh ould have pulled him into the room and +closed the door behind us. Well, too late now. He hefted the whip and +jumped into the corridor, startling the Ferengi technician. One quick flick +of the wrist and the second Ferengi fell to the corridor floor. + "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" asked Deanna. + Riker half grinned, "Does it show that much?" + "You don't have to do all of this on my account." She was referring to +the time that she, Riker, and her mother, Lwaxana, were kidnapped by a mad +Ferengi captain who was in love with Lwaxana. The enamored Ferengi never did +anything to Deanna, but Riker still held a grudge against all Ferengi as if he +did. + "I know," he thought back, "but I do need to get out of here." + Riker paused a moment and tried to get his bearings. He had once seen the +schematics of the Ferengi Trader class starships and he tried to pull that +knowl edge out of his memory in order to get an idea of where he was. After +some careful consideration, he turned to the right and started toward the +access ladder. + "Where are you going?" asked Troi's voice. + "To Engineering. I need to disrupt their power to give Chief O'Brien a +chance to beam me out." + "Good point. Do you want me to stay with you, or go back to the +Enterprise and tell them to be ready?" + Riker thought a moment. He wanted her to stay, but the Enterprise needed +to be warned. "Why don't you go back and warn them, and then come back to +keep me company?" His mental tone was of humor, but Deanna heard a real need +in his voice. + Forcing a brightness into her own voice that she didn't feel, she said, +"Good idea. I'll be right back." Deanna paused. "Don't go anywhere," she +added jokingly. + "Don't you worry about that. I'll still be onboard when you get back." +He was vastly relieved to hear that she would be back. He really didn't want +to spend too much time over here without someone to help him, and Deanna was +the best choice he could think of. + He practically felt Deanna leave him and he was half tempted to call her +back, but decided that it wouldn't be a good idea. Besides, he needed to have +all of his mind on what he was doing if he was going to pull off what he was +planning. + Energy whip in hand, he crept away from the two unconscious Ferengi and +toward the nearest service tunnel. + Behind him, he could hear the Atax crystals that he had taken out of their +containers rolling around on the floor as the Ferengi ship continued to absorb +a pounding from the Enterprise's phaser banks. Even as he listened, he +heard several of the fragile crystals shatter. + They really must get better security measures around here, he thought with +a grin on his face. Anybody could just walk in and start destroying their +cargo. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Deanna pulled away from Will and hesitated as she turned to make her way +back to the Enterprise. Should I stay here with Will, she wondered to herself, +or should I warn the Captain? + Deciding that she really should tell the Captain that Will was free and +making his way to Engineering, she sped off toward where she saw a group human +minds apparently floating in free space. She recognized this as the +Enterprise from t he last time that she had left the ship. + It's odd, she thought, that I can see only minds right now. I wonder if +the Q see us in this way when they travel? I could ask Guinan, I suppose, but +she wouldn't necessarily know for sure, either. Oh, well, she sighed and +continued on to her destination. + +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 13 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.134356.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:43:56 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 138 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 13 + + "Captain." + Picard almost turned toward his left, Troi's usual seat, before he +remembered where she was. "Hello, again, Counselor," he replied, mentally. +"What have you been up to?" + "I've been over with Will, Captain. He has broken out of the brig and is +making his way over to Engineering. He plans to disrupt the power flow so that +Chief O'Brien can beam him out. I think he's planning something else too, +Captain, but I can't be sure. He can be very secretive if he really wants to." + "Thank you, Counselor." + He turned to Worf behind him, "Mr. Worf, please instruct Chief O'Brien to +be ready to beam Commander Riker off of the Ferengi ship at the next +opportunity. We may not have many more chances like that power failure. I +want him to be on his toes for any chance." + "Aye, sir," replied Worf. He sent the message to the transporter room +without slowing down the barrage against the Ferengi ship. + "Counselor," continued Picard mentally, "perhaps you should return to the +Ferengi ship and keep Riker company." + "Thank you, Captain. I believe that I'll do that." + "Keep in touch," said Picard before he felt her leave. + "Mr. Crusher, please keep us between the Ferengi ship and the Romulan +Neutral Zone. I don't want them escaping." + "Yes, sir." The teenage ensign turned back to his station in order to +comply with Picard's order. He kept the great ship in a spiraling course that +forced the Ferengi ship to steer a course almost directly away from the +Neutral Zone. + "Captain," called Worf, "a Romulan Bird of Prey is decloaking on the other +side of the Neutral Zone. They wish communications." His tone indicated what +he thought of Romulans in general. + "Open hailing frequency. Please continue the pursuit and the prosecution +of the Ferengi, but with a little less diligence please, Mr. Worf. We don't +want to destroy them, just get Commander Riker back." Worf appeared to be very +disappointed in the order, but complied without comment. + The screen in front of Picard changed from the view of a battered Ferengi +starship to that of the bridge of a Romulan Bird of Prey. Captain Picard stood +up and advanced on the viewscreen in a habit that he had had ever since +commanding the old Stargazer. He thought that he recognized the commander of +the Romulan ship, but he couldn't be sure. + "This is Jean-Luc Picard, captain of the USS Enterprise, representing the +United Federation of Planets. We bring greetings to the Romulan Empire. How +may I help you?" He knew that all of this rhetoric wasn't helping, but he had +to say it on the off chance that it would keep the Romulans from becoming too +upset with his battle just on the other side of their territory. + "This is Commander Tomolok of the Revenge. So we meet once again, +Captain. What are you doing destroying a Ferengi ship this close to the +Neutral Zone?" + Picard nearly groaned out loud when he heard who he was facing. Picard +had faced Commander Tomolok several times before, usually not on friendly +terms. Tomolok seemed to bear a permanent grudge against the Enterprise and +would be difficult to deal with. In fact, Tomolok had promised on various +occasions to take the Enterprise's hull home as a war trophy. He had nearly +succeeded. + "Hello again, Commander. The Ferengi in question have kidnapped one of my +officers and we are currently trying to get him back. Please believe that this +is of no concern to the Romulan Empire and we will be leaving shortly. Thank +you for your concern, but we have the situation well in hand. Good day, +Commander." Picard motioned to Worf to cut the transmission and returned to +his seat. + This was turning into a bad day. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + Riker crept down the service ladder as best he could. Between a broken +shoulder and a fried leg, he couldn't creep very well. Regardless, he did his +best as he approached the Engineering spaces. + About half way between decks, he heard voices approach his crouched +position. They slowly came toward his hiding place and he looked down the +accessway just in time to observe two Ferengi guards walk under him apparently +deep in discussion. Riker breathed a silent sigh of relief as they walked +away. + "Will." + Riker nearly cried aloud and fell down when he heard his name called. He +swore that his heart rate was at three hundred before he recognized the +voice as Deanna's. + "Sorry, Will. I didn't realize that you were quite so jumpy. I didn't +mean to startle you. Anyway, the Enterprise knows you're free and are trying +to help, if they can." + "Thank you," he said feeling his heart rate return to something +approaching normal. "Now if I can just get to the engine controls I can cut +their power and leave them a surprise in the bargain." + Deanna was very curious but kept quiet as Riker gingerly lowered himself +down the last couple of meters of hiding space that he had. He paused and +listened for any sounds that would alert him to the presence of any Ferengi in +the area. Hearing none, he poked his head out of the space for a quick look +around. + Nobody home, he was pleased to discover. He climbed down the last two +meters to the floor and started around the corridor to his right, whip at the +ready. + He turned the corner and came face to face with a very ugly guard armed +with an even uglier whip. They both stopped in astonishment and stared at one +another for a moment, as if neither could accept the other's presence. + "Will!" + Deanna's inaudible scream was all that it took to jerk Riker into action. +He immediately brought his own whip up and snapped it at the guard. For his +own part, the Ferengi got his own weapon almost to bear on Riker before the +energy bolt hit him and sent him spinning into unconsciousness. + The excitement over, Riker paused and listened for anybody coming. +Satisfied that he was safe for the moment, he turned to the door that the +Ferengi had been guarding and once again was baffled by the Ferengi written +language. Deciding just to walk in and hope for the best, he did precisely +that. + He was lucky. The Ferengi, in an attempt to save money, had computerized +the Engineering spaces. Sighing in relief, he returned to the hall and drug +the unconscious guard into the room with him. + Once the guard was hidden from casual inspection, Riker surveyed the room. +He immediately noticed that it was smaller than the Enterprise's Engineering +Room. Whereas he was used to two decks and several hundred cubic meters of +space, this room was only one deck tall and with about fifty square meters of +floor space. The warp core itself was nowhere to be seen, but several banks of +old computer terminals lined three of the walls. Apparently this room was used +to do maintenance checks on the engineering computer system, he thought as he +surveyed the cramped quarters. + "The Ferengi certainly don't spend a lot of money or people on their +Engineering spaces, do they?" he asked Deanna. + "Fortunately not. I suggest that you get to work. No telling how long +before that guard is missed." + "Good idea," he replied even as he made his way to the nearest computer +terminal. + It turned out to have absolutely no safety or security restrictions on it. +Sloppy, he thought as he asked the computer to switch output to Federation +Standard. Being the obedient but stupid machine that it was, it simply started +working in Standard without asking him for any type of authorization codes to +do so. + Riker quickly familiarized himself with the system and set to work in a +manner that completely baffled Troi. + "What are you doing?" she asked. + "Don't worry. This will only take a minute and then I can cut their power +to give O'Brien a chance to get me out of here," he replied with a mischievous +grin on his face. + Deanna mentally sighed and waited patiently while Riker worked on whatever +he was planning. +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 14 of 15 +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.134512.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:45:12 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 125 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 14 + + Riker was busily trying to bypass what passed for Ferengi security +measures. It wasn't that the computer wouldn't allow him to do what he wanted, +but it did want to inform the bridge of what was going on. He really didn't +want that to happen, because he was sure that the Ferengi wouldn't be pleased +with what he was doing. + There, thought Riker as he finally got the right combination of orders +into the computer's electronic innards. Now he could do anything he wanted to +down here and the bridge would never know it. It was simply a matter of +telling the computer to send the warning signals to a different location. +Instead of the bridge, they would now go to a null circuit here in this room. +The computer would still try to scream at the top of its electronic voice in +order to warn the bridge, but would really spend its time warning nobody. + Once that was accomplished, Riker accessed the navigational computer +subsystem and plotted a new course, subject to execution upon command from +another program. To get this course just right, he had to access sensor input +to see where he was, and was amazed to discover the presence of a Romulan +Bird of Prey on the other side of the Neutral Zone. + Now where did that come from? he wondered. No matter. They won't change +anything. + Once he knew where he was, he finished the navigational program and stored +it in an unlikely spot within the computer's memory banks. It was next to the +requisition order for more of what Ferengi used as toilet paper. He figured +that no one would look there for a navigational command. + "What are you doing?" Troi asked him again. She had taken few technical +courses in Starfleet Academy and was completely baffled by what Riker was +doing. + "Just a little surprise for our Ferengi friends, Deanna. Trust me." + Once he had the navigational command finished, he began another program. +This one would redirect all of the energy output on the ship to the engines, +and then it would execute the navigational program that he had just finished. +Since this was the most powerful computer on the ship, Riker had no problems +with setting an override command on the bridge controls for as long as the +navigational program was running. + As he worked, he asked Deanna to return to the Enterprise and warn them +that the shields would be lowering soon and not to fire on the Ferengi ship, no +matter what happens. + "Why, Will? What will happen?" She was clearly worried for his safety. + "Please, Deanna. I'll be just fine. Besides, I don't know what will +happen to you if I get beamed back to the Enterprise and you're mentally linked +to me. I'll be done in a minute." + "Okay. I guess you're right." She pulled away from him and sped off +toward the Enterprise. + He breathed a sigh of relief and got back to work on the second program. +He added just a little something for the Romulan Bird of Prey that was behind +them. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Are you serious, Counselor?" asked Picard with extreme mental skepticism. + "I'm afraid so, Captain. He said specifically that we weren't to do +anything to the Ferengi once they lower their shields. He should get them down +soon, so you could ask him then, sir. Frankly, most of what he did might as +well have been in Deltan for all I understood." + "Sir," called Worf, "the Ferengi are lowering their shields and seem to be +powering up their engines for something." + "Cease fire, Lieutenant," snapped Picard. He thumbed a button on his +chair, "Transporter Room, beam Commander Riker aboard, immediately." He turned +to Ensign Crusher at the Conn, "Follow them, Ensign, but don't violate the +Neutral Zone without my direct order." + After his series of quick orders, Picard turned toward the viewscreen to +see what was going on. The Avarice swung in a graceful arc around the +Enterprise and jumped back into warp going toward the Neutral Zone. + "The Romulans are requesting communications," said Worf from over Picard's +shoulder. + Picard sighed. "Very well, Lieutenant. Put them on." + The viewscreen changed to an intership communication channel showing the +Romulan bridge once again. "Why are you allowing the Ferengi scum to escape, +Picard?" demanded Commander Tomolok. + Summoning his thoughts together, Picard announced calmly, "They have +released my officer. Therefore we are letting them go about their business. +Good day." Once again Picard signaled to Worf to cut communications with the +Romulan ship. + What did Number One do this time? wondered Picard. + All of this time the Ferengi ship had been accelerating toward the Neutral +Zone and incidentally almost straight toward the Revenge. The stunned Romulans +didn't even move as the Ferengi hurled toward them at close to warp eight and +fired four photon torpedoes straight into the Romulan shields. Once clear of +the Romulan ship, the Ferengi made a hard turn to port and started traveling +along the Neutral Zone border toward a star that was just outside of Federation +space. + Once over their initial shock, the Romulans turned and started chasing the +Ferengi. The Avarice had too much of a head start, however, and was soon +approaching the star at warp eight point five. As they got closer, Picard +noticed that they weren't heading straight into the star, but rather slightly +off to one side. It was as if they wanted to slingshot around in order to gain +some speed in an old maneuver that lost most of its use when warp travel was +perfected. + The Ferengi ship soon disappeared behind the star with the Romulan +speeding along behind. Moments later, the Romulan reappeared, but the Ferengi +didn't. + "Mr. Data, where did the Ferengi ship go?" + "Unknown, sir," replied the android at Ops. "They seem to have simply +disappeared from our sensors. They did not go into the star, but rather were +going around it at close to warp ten when they simply vanished from our +sensors. It is possible, though unlikely, that they managed to cloak the ship, +but if that were the case, then the Romulans would surely know where they are, +since the cloak is a Romulan invention and could therefore penetrate the +cloaking field." + "Very well. Mr. Crusher, plot a course to Starbase 147, warp six. Mr. +Data, you have the bridge. I'll be in Sickbay looking in on Commander Riker." +Picard got up from his seat and headed to the turbolift as his officers moved +to obey his orders. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "He has a broken right shoulder and his left leg is severely burned, but +he should be fine in a couple of days," reported Dr. Crusher. + "And how is Counselor Troi?" asked Picard. + "Glad you mentioned her. She, excuse me, her body," she corrected +herself, "will be recovered from the Ryboxian virus in another couple of hours. +Mentally, she has had quite a workout. She told me how you and Will had her +running errands for a while. You really shouldn't have done that to her, +Jean-Luc. Anyway, she should regain consciousness about a half hour after +Riker does." + "Good. Please contact me when Commander Riker wakes up, Doctor. I have +more than a few questions for him." With that, the turned and strode out of +Sickbay. +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!bionet!raven.alaska.edu!acad3.alaska.edu!fsrsg +From: fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu (Richard S. Guse) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: atax, part 15 (that's all folks!)*grin* +Message-ID: <1992Feb27.134715.1@acad3.alaska.edu> +Date: 27 Feb 92 22:47:15 GMT +Sender: news@raven.alaska.edu (USENET News System) +Organization: Psi INc. +Lines: 100 +Nntp-Posting-Host: acad3.alaska.edu + +well, this is it! it's all here! +if you're missing pieces, don't be afraid to ask... +enjoy! later...-r + + +~From: mortoncp@NEXTWORK.ROSE-HULMAN.EDU + +Atax, + Chapter 15 + + Well, thought Geordi, maybe this time we can spend some more time +together. I really have gotten attached to Gloria, he admitted to himself. + "Are you ready, Geordi?" asked Data from beside the computer terminal. + "Let 'er rip, Data," he replied enthusiastically. + "Let who rip?" + "It's an expression, Data. It means go ahead," answered Geordi with a +smile. + "Ah, I understand now. Thank you." He turned back to the terminal and +tapped a last series of buttons. + The room around the two was once again filled with couples dancing, +drinking, and laughing. Geordi was still out on the dance floor with Gloria, +and Data was at the bar with Grace. She was leaning against his shoulder and +looking very content with the world. + Thanks to Dr. Crusher, Data had recently learned how to dance. He hadn't +thought about it before, but he could ask Grace to dance. It couldn't +backfire any worse than his previous attempts at spending time with her. + "Grace, would you like to dance?" + "I was hoping you would say that. Yes, I would love to, Fredrick." She +stood up in a fluid motion and held Data's hand as they made their way to a +spot near Geordi and Gloria. Geordi caught sight of them out of the corner of +his eye as they started to dance. He turned back to Gloria with a smile on his +face. Way to go, my friend, he thought to Data. + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "Doctor." + Doctor Crusher turned at the sound of her name. She had been going over +Deanna's medical charts when she heard her name from an unlikely source, Will +Riker. But he should be asleep for another half an hour, she thought. But he +obviously isn't, she scolded herself as she made her way to his side. + "How do you feel?" she asked. + "Not bad, considering what I know is wrong with me," he returned with a +brave, though pain filled smile. "How's Deanna?" he asked, trying to change +the topic. + "She's fine. If you wait about another hour, you can be there when she +wakes up. Meanwhile, Captain Picard has more than a few questions for you." + "I can imagine. Well, might as well get it over with." + + * * * * * * * * * * + + "And then I felt a transporter get a hold of me. That's the last thing +that I remember before waking up in Sickbay," concluded Riker some forty-five +minutes later. + "And what did you do to the Ferengi, again?" asked Picard. + "I remembered a theoretical experiment from my Starfleet Academy class on +warp technology. It postulated that if you slingshot around a star at the +precise angle and speed, then you could enter time warp and go forward or +backwards in time. I later learned that Admiral Kirk did that on several +occasions, so I knew it was possible. I just sent the Ferengi through time, +Captain," deadpanned Riker. + "Just sent them through time?" Picard said incredulously. "And precisely +where and more to the point when did you send them, Number One?" + "To the same star in about forty years, Captain," responded Riker, +perfectly calm. + Crusher could no longer contain herself and burst out laughing. + Picard turned to her in annoyance. "Please tell me what is so funny, +Doctor. I see nothing humorous about this entire affair." + "I'm sorry, Jean-Luc, but can you imagine what the Ferengi will think of +Will when they realize what he did to their Atax and what decade they're in?" +She had managed to contain her mirth, if only for a few moments. + Picard's mouth quirked slightly upward as he imagined what the Ferengi +would think, and said, "I think I see your point, Beverly." His eyes glittered +with barely contained laughter. + Seeing his expression sent Crusher back into laughter, this time joined by +Riker and finally Picard. + "What's so funny?" asked Deanna in a small, tired voice. + Crusher hurried over to her and checked her out as Riker once again +explained what he had done to the Ferengi. By the end of the story, Deanna too +was laughing. + "Get well, you two," said Picard to Deanna and Will on his way out of +Sickbay. + "Yes, sir," replied Riker. He turned to Troi, "You never answered my +question, Deanna." + "Which question, Will?" she asked, though she thought she knew the answer. + "What question did I ask and what was your answer?" + "Well, do you remember mentioning Wes, Beverly, and Captain Picard +performing a ceremony?" she asked. + Riker frowned and began to say that he didn't, but then his memory of +those five minutes returned with shocking clarity. He turned to Deanna and +asked, "Did I really do that?" + "Yes, I'm afraid you did, Will. But don't worry. You were asleep and I +won't hold you to any promises you may have made." + "What are you two talking about?" asked Dr. Crusher, thoroughly confused. + "Nothing," answered Riker hastily. He turned to Deanna to see her smiling +at him sweetly. + "Thank you, Imzadi," he heard in his mind. + +-- +-Mycroft V, Psi Inc. (fsrsg@alaska.bitnet & fsrsg@acad3.alaska.edu) + (Please flame. It's cold in these here hills!) + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/awakenin b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/awakenin new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c0106c47 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/awakenin @@ -0,0 +1,4244 @@ + +I'm pretty happy with the comments I've gotten so far. They've been very +helpful. A couple of people have expressed dissatisfaction with the computer's +origins, and several others have enjoyed that part of the story. I'd like +to hear from everyone about that, if I can. + +Should the computer be named "Instructor?" That would make a few lines +less awkward. + +Did I make the helmsman too weird? The thing with her hands could, I think, +be used to show the tension on the bridge mounting. + +Are people dissatisfied with the speed of the ending, particularly the +sudden discovery of the solution? I've tried to drop a few hints this +time around, so it shouldn't come as a complete shock. + + +Anyway, here's the change list. Search for the word "TEASER" to skip it +and the sets/characters/pronunciation pages. + +Act Change +--- ------ +3 Takkarth's reaction to Picard's report wasn't quite right. +1 Worf mentions that the communicators are under computer control. +0 Picard (captain's log) says an accident destroyed the replicators +0 Removed the foreshadowing in Picard's talk with Takkarth +0 Picard orders the Enterprise to slow down, instead of stop. +0 Changed Picard's "Scanners at maximum" line +1 Riker no longer says, "Not a moment too soon." +1 Picard's line about the temperamental computer now mentions a + computer that's vulnerable to outside interference. +1 Picard asks the computer for its status before engaging the engines. +1 Beverly doesn't ask for Picard specifically. +1 Data no longer says, "we must report this to the Captain." +2 Picard to Troi: "our new lifeform" -> "this new... entity" +2 Added additional clarification to Troi's explanation of Riker. +2 Removed Troi's "You should talk..." line. +2 Removed Troi's "I'm starting to sound like the Captain" line. +3 Picard: "I want to be able to control where we go" -> "I want to + be able to pull the Enterprise out of danger" +3 Removed Picard's hedging in his report to Takkarth. +3 Picard is a little more specific to Takkarth about what's going on. +4 Geordi: "it's a good thing my guesses are always way off" -> + "let's hope I'm not a good guesser." +4 Data: "...compared to those of the Enterprise" -> "compared to + those of the ship's computer" +4 Picard gives Geordi the go-ahead to try his alternate warp + shutdown plan. +5 Data explains that the time dilation will get worse as they near + the black hole. +5 Picard is speechless instead of furious. +5 Changed the wording of Picard's personal log entry. +1 Geordi: "This is unusual" -> "This is strange" +1 Geordi explains that he has to reset the computer manually, from the + computer core. +1 Data no longer says that the entire computer is running the + holodeck -- that was inaccurate. +3 Takkarth: "Enjoy." -> "Good luck." +3 Pietgen X-1 -> T'Kronn X-1 +5 Geordi makes it clear that he couldn't've reset the computer. +5 The outpost is mentioned by name in Picard's log entry. +1 Picard no longer orders the Enterprise back to warp speed when the + computer comes back up. +2 Picard asks Geordi if it's safe to start moving again. +2 Additional information about the computer's speed reading. +5 Minor dialogue tweak: Riker: "The shuttle?" -> "A shuttle?" +3 Picard no longer says that they've lost voice control of the computer. +4 Changed wording of Geordi's explanation about why he's having no + luck. +5 Added a stardate to the final log entry. Eight days have passed + since the start of the episode, with time dilation. +4 Removed Troi's comment about pets. +5 Geordi explains why the computer didn't transport the crystals as + soon as they were removed. +3 Data guesses about why the instructor went away. +3 Replaced the Hinterith system with the Hinterith Cluster (which is + big, so is far more likely to be in the Enterprise's path.) +0345 Breathed a little life into the helmsman. + + + + + + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + + + + + "Awakening" + + + + + + + Written by + + Steven Grimm + + + + + + Story by + + Steven Grimm + and + Michael Wolf + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Copyright (C) 1991, Steven Grimm + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + STAR TREK: "Awakening" - Draft 2 - CAST + + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _C_A_S_T + + + PICARD + + RIKER + + DATA + + TROI + + BEVERLY + + GEORDI + + WORF + + O'BRIEN + + + DIRECTOR TAKKARTH + + ATHLETIC INSTRUCTOR + + ENSIGN JULIE BURNHAM + + + COMPUTER VOICE + + + _N_O_N-_S_P_E_A_K_I_N_G + + MISC. ENTERPRISE CREW + + ENGINEERING STAFF + + SECURITY TEAM + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + STAR TREK: "Awakening" - Draft 2 - SETS + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _S_E_T_S + + + _I_N_T_E_R_I_O_R_S _E_X_T_E_R_I_O_R_S + + USS ENTERPRISE USS ENTERPRISE + BRIDGE + READY ROOM SHUTTLECRAFT + ENGINEERING + HOLODECK + RACQUETBALL COURT + CONFERENCE ROOM + CORRIDOR + TROI'S QUARTERS + TEN-FORWARD + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + STAR TREK: "Awakening" - Draft 2 - PRONUNCIATION + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _P_R_O_N_U_N_C_I_A_T_I_O_N _G_U_I_D_E + + + TAK-arth + HINT-uh-rith + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - TEASER 1. + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _T_E_A_S_E_R + + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + PICARD (VO) + Captain's log, stardate 45201.6. We + are proceeding on schedule to Deep + Space Outpost Twenty-Eight, where an + accident has resulted in the + destruction of the outpost's + replicators. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + PICARD is seated, talking to DIRECTOR TAKKARTH on his viewer. + Takkarth is a cheerful elderly woman of the same race as Captain + Rixx from "Conspiracy." + + TAKKARTH + Our emergency supplies should hold out + for, oh, another week or so. Of + course, we're still anxious to get the + replicators up and running. A week of + emergency rations has started wrecking + my taste buds. + + PICARD + Barring unforeseen circumstances, we + should arrive there in another two + days. + + TAKKARTH + Good. Well, keep me posted. + + PICARD + Rest assured, Director. You'll be + eating well again shortly. + + TAKKARTH + That'll be a pleasant change. All + right... Takkarth out. + + PICARD + Picard out. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - TEASER 2. + + + Picard smiles to himself. Takkarth isn't what most people would + expect of a deep-space outpost commander... + + Suddenly, the ship goes to RED ALERT, the klaxon sounding. + Picard looks up in alarm, and makes a beeline for the door. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + DATA and WORF are at their stations. ENSIGN JULIE BURNHAM is at + the helm. She's a bit of a character; when she's not working the + controls, she obviously has a favorite piece of music in her + head, unobtrusively tapping out the rhythm in the air with her + hands and silently mouthing the words. It's obviously second + nature, not conscious, and doesn't interfere with her working of + the controls at all. In fact, she's about as fast at the + controls as Data is. + + RIKER is in the captain's chair; he gets up as Picard enters. + + PICARD + Report, Number One. + + RIKER + Shields were activated by the + computer. Mister Data? + + DATA + Sensors are detecting an + electrogravitic field distortion. The + distortion is eighty-three kilometers + to starboard. It is moving parallel + to us, at warp factor six. + + PICARD + Go to one-half impulse. + (to Riker) + Let's see if it's really following us. + + BURNHAM + One-half impulse, aye, sir. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + As it drops out of warp. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + + DATA + Captain, the distortion has slowed as + well. It is intensifying. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - TEASER 3. + + + PICARD + Shields to maximum. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + + PICARD + Put it on main viewer. + + Data puts the phenomenon on the viewscreen. It's a swirling hole + in space, which is starting to look exactly like the time rift + from "Yesterday's Enterprise." + + RIKER + (to Picard) + Looks familiar, doesn't it? + + PICARD + Analysis, Mister Data? + + DATA + This appears to be a Kerr loop, sir, a + rift in space, and possibly in time. + + PICARD + Scanners at maximum. I want as much + information as we can gather. Mister + Worf, ready a class-one probe for + launch. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + (beat) + Captain, the disturbance is scanning + _u_s. + + RIKER + How can a hole in space scan + something? + + DATA + Perhaps whatever lies on the other + side is directing scans into the + distortion. + + WORF + Scans have stopped, Captain. + (something beeps) + Captain, we are receiving a coded, + top-priority transmission. + + PICARD + Source? + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - TEASER 4. + + + WORF + (surprised) + It appears to be coming from the + disturbance. + + RIKER + (to Picard) + Another Federation ship? + + PICARD + On screen, Lieutenant. + + WORF + (reading his console) + The transmission is not directed to + you, Captain. It appears to be... a + message for our ship's computer. + + PICARD + (did he hear that right?) + For the computer? + + DATA + Confirmed, Captain. The computer is + processing. + + WORF + Transmission has ended. + + RIKER + What's going on here? + + Picard is about to attempt a reply when the viewscreen catches + his eye. The rift is collapsing quickly. Before anyone can do + anything about it, the rift is gone. + + PICARD + Mister Data? + + DATA + The distortion has vanished + completely, sir. Sensors now detect + no abnormalities within range. + + PICARD + Analysis of the transmission? + + Data starts tapping buttons, when suddenly his console goes dead. + All the buttons go dark. Data looks up, to see that the rest of + the bridge is faring no better. + + PICARD + Computer? + (beat) + Computer, respond. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - TEASER 5. + + + DATA + Computer control has been lost, sir. + No bridge systems are responding. + + RIKER + Without the computer, this ship can't + go anywhere or do anything. + + DATA + Correct. For the moment, we appear to + be stranded. + + The bridge crew reacts to this news. + + FADE OUT. + + END OF TEASER. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 6. + + + _A_C_T _O_N_E + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + Floating dead in space. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The computer is still nowhere to be seen. Data and Worf have one + of the computer panels open, and are examining its insides; + Picard and Riker are standing close by, watching. + + DATA + I can detect nothing abnormal in the + circuitry here. + + WORF + It should work. + + RIKER + So if there's nothing wrong _h_e_r_e... + + DATA + Then we can assume that a fault has + developed in the computer itself. + + WORF + Developed... or been caused. + + PICARD + Can it be repaired? + + DATA + There is insufficient information. If + the transmission is in fact the cause + of this malfunction, then it should be + possible to deactivate the computer + and restore it to a previous state + using the core archives. + + RIKER + But we can't do that from here if the + computer's ignoring us. + + DATA + That is, unfortunately, true. + + PICARD + We need to establish communications + with Main Engineering. They can shut + the computer down manually from there. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 7. + + + WORF + But the computer controls all + communications. Even our + communicators. + + PICARD + Then work around it. There must be a + way. + + Data and Worf exchange a look, then go back to work on the panel. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + The engine coil is dark and silent, as are all the usually active + display screens. We see GEORDI lying on his side, next to an + open wall panel, fiddling with the machinery inside. Various + components are scattered on the floor next to him. While he's + holding something inside the wall with one hand, he fumbles for a + component with the other, then reaches in and plugs the component + in. Some lights come on inside the wall. Geordi smiles, + triumphant, and gets up, straightening his shirt. + + GEORDI + Bridge, this is Engineering. Can you + hear me up there? + + PICARD (VO) + (very fuzzy) + Report, Mister LaForge. What's + happening? + + GEORDI + I'm not exactly sure, Captain. The + computer seems to have disappeared on + us. The warp drive is dead, too. + + PICARD (VO) + (very fuzzy) + The warp drive? + + GEORDI + It may not be as bad as it sounds, + sir. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy, continuing) + If the computer stopped accepting + input from the intermix chamber + monitors, the engine core's failsafe + mechanisms would have shut the engines + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 8. + + + GEORDI (VO) (Cont'd) + down. I believe that's what happened. + + PICARD + Is there any indication of the cause? + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy) + Not yet. I've been concentrating on + establishing communication with the + bridge. I'm going to run what + diagnostics I can. + + PICARD + Keep us informed, Mister LaForge. + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy) + Count on it, sir. LaForge out. + + Picard and Riker look at each other. + + PICARD + Well... It seems we have a ray of + hope. + + Riker nods in agreement. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi is passing a TRICORDER over a computer panel, as are + several other ENGINEERS in the background. He looks at the + readout. + + GEORDI + (to himself) + That can't be right. + + He presses some buttons on the tricorder and runs the test again, + frowning when the result is the same. + + GEORDI + Bridge? This is strange. My scans + show that the computer is still + running at full capacity. All + monitors and input devices are + functioning normally, but it's like + the computer suddenly decided to... to + ignore them. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 9. + + + PICARD + Could this be the result of some + physical damage to the computer? + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy) + Well, that's possible, of course. But + this looks more like a software error + to me. + + PICARD + Are you able to shut the computer + down, and bring it up using the core + archives? + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy) + I don't see why not. It may take me a + few minutes, though. I'll have to + reset physically from the computer + core. + + PICARD + Proceed. This situation is rapidly + becoming tedious. + + GEORDI (VO) + (very fuzzy) + I'll get right on it. LaForge out. + + PICARD + (to Riker) + When we get back from this mission, + I'm going to order a full diagnostic + at Starbase one five four. We cannot + afford to be at the mercy of a + computer that's vulnerable to outside + interference. + + RIKER + (nods) + Lucky for us, the outpost can survive + a while longer. I'd hate to think + about this happening in the middle of + a medical emergency. Or a battle. + + WORF + It would be... + + Worf stops abruptly, as the computer comes back up. The panels + light up all at once, and the familiar soft beeps return. + + RIKER + That was fast. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 10. + + + PICARD + Bridge to LaForge. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + Captain? + + RIKER + Good work, Geordi. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + Commander, I didn't _d_o anything. + + PICARD + Explain. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + I'm halfway up an access tube. I + haven't even gotten to the computer + core yet. + + PICARD + But the computer is back up, and... + (surveys all the bridge + displays) + apparently functioning normally. + Computer, operational status? + + COMPUTER (VO) + All systems functioning normally. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + I can't explain it, Captain. I'll + know more when I get to the core. + + PICARD + Very well. + (to the bridge crew) + The Enterprise will remain here until + this problem is resolved. I don't + want to risk activating the warp + engines when our computer is + unreliable. + + + INT. HOLODECK + + The holodeck is deactivated; it was obviously a victim of the + computer shutdown. BEVERLY, dressed in a loose-fitting outfit, + is near the door. She pounds on it. + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 11. + + + BEVERLY + (shouting) + Is there anyone outside? I'm stuck in + here! + + Nobody answers. She takes a deep breath and leans back against + the door. + + Then, abruptly, the holodeck reactivates. Beverly's program, + instruction in the racquetball variant from "Suddenly Human," + starts up where it apparently left off, ball in midair. + + Now present is a handsome male ATHLETIC INSTRUCTOR, a holodeck + creation. He looks at Beverly. + + INSTRUCTOR + You have to be ready for the ball, + Beverly. Remember, always keep your + eyes just in front of the ball, so you + can position yourself. + + BEVERLY + Computer, freeze program. + + The computer complies. + + BEVERLY + Computer, what just happened? + + COMPUTER (VO) + Systemwide computer reinitialization, + following an unidentified computer + error. + + BEVERLY + (to herself) + That tells me a lot. + (to the air) + Crusher to bridge. What's going on up + there? + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + We seem to have encountered a glitch + in our computer. LaForge is + investigating. Is sickbay still + affected? + + BEVERLY + I don't know. I'm on holodeck two. I + was stuck in here when... whatever + happened happened. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 12. + + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Inform me if you see any other + symptoms of the problem. + + BEVERLY + I will. Crusher out. + (looks around) + I think I've had enough of the + holodeck for today. + + She turns to leave. As the door opens, the instructor becomes + blurry and wavers a little, then becomes solid again. He looks + around. + + INSTRUCTOR + Where am I? + + Beverly, who was halfway out the door, spins around. + + BEVERLY + Huh? Computer, freeze program! + + INSTRUCTOR + Why are you saying that? + + BEVERLY + Computer, _e_n_d program. + + The instructor looks at Beverly quizzically. + + BEVERLY + Computer, why isn't the holodeck + obeying my commands? + + INSTRUCTOR + (like she's an idiot) + Because your requests don't make any + sense. + + BEVERLY + I didn't ask you, I asked... + (realization) + Crusher to Picard. Captain, I have + another symptom for you. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard looks at Riker. + + PICARD + Go ahead, Doctor. + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 13. + + + BEVERLY (VO) + (filtered) + The holodeck is continuing to run my + program, even after I told it to end. + + PICARD + Are you in any danger? + + BEVERLY (VO) + (filtered) + Not that I can see. + + PICARD + Remain where you are. I'll send + Mister Data to investigate. + + Data gets up from his station and looks to Picard for + confirmation. Picard nods, and Data leaves the bridge. + + + INT. HOLODECK + + The instructor is still there, talking to Beverly. + + INSTRUCTOR + (dead serious) + Who am I? + + BEVERLY + You're a sports instructor. You were + helping me with my game. + + INSTRUCTOR + (digests this) + _W_h_a_t am I? + + BEVERLY + A holodeck creation. You're + controlled by the ship's computer. + + The holodeck door opens and Data enters, wearing a TRICORDER. + + DATA + Doctor. + + BEVERLY + (indicating the instructor) + Here it is. + + DATA + Computer, freeze program. + + INSTRUCTOR + (to Beverly, slightly + annoyed) + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 14. + + + INSTRUCTOR (Cont'd) + Now why is _h_e saying that? + + As Beverly speaks, Data looks pensive, then goes to the arch and + pulls off a wall panel, scanning the insides with the tricorder. + + BEVERLY + There's been a computer malfunction. + The holodeck is supposed to stop when + someone gives that order, but + something's not working right. You + shouldn't be talking to us now. + + The instructor laughs to himself, as if that's a completely + absurd thing to say. + + Data, who's studying the circuitry behind the wall panel, presses + some buttons on his tricorder. + + DATA + Most curious. + + BEVERLY + What is it? + + DATA + According to the computer's status + indicators, the computer is running + the holodeck. + + BEVERLY + What's curious about that? + + DATA + Almost all of the ship's computer + systems are affecting this simulation. + It is not limited to the holodeck + subsystem. Intriguing. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + Picard is seated. Data and Beverly are reporting. + + PICARD + So you're saying that the entire + computer is being used to run the + holodeck? + + DATA + Not precisely. However, control of + the holodeck is no longer confined to + the holodeck subsystem. + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT ONE 15. + + + PICARD + That would explain the command + failures. + + DATA + Correct. The holodeck subsystem is + the only part of the computer + programmed to respond to those + commands. The rest of the computer + appears to be in a multiplexed linear + compute loop. In effect, it is + concentrating its efforts on the + holodeck, speaking through the voice + of the holodeck character. There + is... + + BEVERLY + (interrupting) + My God, Jean-Luc, that's it. + + PICARD + What's that, Doctor? + + BEVERLY + The _c_o_m_p_u_t_e_r is speaking. + (off Picard's quizzical + look) + When I was on the holodeck, it was + asking me all sorts of questions. + "Who am I?", "Where am I?", "What am + I?", and so on. The sorts of + questions you might ask if you'd just + been born. Captain, I think this + "glitch" is really something else. I + think our computer has started to + think independently. + + PICARD + (not sure he believes it) + Sentience? + + BEVERLY + I don't know why, and I don't know + how. But the Enterprise has a mind of + its own now. Don't you see? It's + _a_l_i_v_e. + + Picard is stunned by the idea. + + FADE OUT. + + END OF ACT ONE. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 1. + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _A_C_T _T_W_O + + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + Holding position in space. + + + INT. CONFERENCE ROOM + + The main crewmembers are all present. Troi looks preoccupied and + slightly uneasy. + + GEORDI + What we're seeing is a complete + internal reorganization of the + computer's software. Ordinarily, the + computer is divided up into thousands + of subsystems, all working separately + to perform ship's functions. But now, + almost all those subsystems are + working together, acting something + like a gigantic brain. + + PICARD + And how did this occur? + + DATA + We hypothesize that the transmission + from the rift contained executable + computer instructions, as well as the + necessary codes to circumvent the + computer's security. + + WORF + Sabotage. Those codes are highly + classified. + + RIKER + I agree. Someone must have stolen + them from Starfleet. + + PICARD + To what purpose? With those codes, a + saboteur could destroy the Enterprise + instantly. Why turn the computer into + a sentient being? + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 2. + + + GEORDI + Never mind the _w_h_y. I'd like to know + _h_o_w. We don't have the skill to build + a system like this. I mean, it's + about a thousand times smarter, + faster, and more complex than Data! + (to Data) + Uh, no offense. + + DATA + (oblivious) + Your observations are fundamentally + correct. A software system of this + size and complexity is beyond the + reach of Federation technology. + + PICARD + Very well. So the how and the why are + unknown. Let's continue with what we + do know. + (notices Troi's discomfort) + Counselor, are you all right? + + TROI + (wasn't paying attention) + What? Yes, I'm fine. It's just... + For the past ten minutes, I've had a + vague sense of something... growing. + Maturing. I've been trying to define + it, but I can't. + + PICARD + Mmm. + (pensive) + Do you believe you're sensing this + new... entity? + + TROI + Yes, sir, I do. I don't know how else + to explain this feeling. It's like a + huge, complex web of emotion. But + it's completely alien to me. + (shrugs) + I'm sorry. I'm not being very clear. + + PICARD + It's all right. Anything you can give + us is helpful. + + WORF + Captain, this... _b_e_i_n_g... It has + complete control over the Enterprise. + It may have been planted by some + hostile force. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 3. + + + DATA + We have seen no evidence of hostile + intent. + + TROI + No. What I'm sensing isn't hostility + of any sort. + + PICARD + And, in fact, it seems to have granted + us access to the ship's functions. + + GEORDI + Well, I was getting to that. Some of + the ship's vital functions -- life + support control, navigation, + engineering -- have independent + monitors that sense any problems and + try to compensate. We think some of + these monitors started kicking in, + trying to regain control of those + parts of the computer. It appears our + visitor actually retreated from those + systems rather than trying to fight + the monitors. Actually, more than + that. It's been compressing, + improving itself since it appeared. + It's shrinking itself into less and + less computer memory. + + BEVERLY + Sounds like intelligence to me. + + RIKER + I don't know. A sentient lifeform, + living in our computer? I'm still not + sure I believe it. + + BEVERLY + Deanna, why can you sense the + computer, but not Data? + + TROI + I can't answer that. + + DATA + The computer did appear to exhibit + emotions. Perhaps it is this capacity + for emotion which allows Counselor + Troi to sense the computer. While I + am in some ways similar to the ship's + computer, I have no emotions. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 4. + + + PICARD + One thing appears certain. This new + entity is worthy of study. Counselor + Troi, I want you and Data to talk to + it. Find out what we're dealing with, + and assess any possible threat to the + Enterprise. + + DATA + (nods) + Computer... + + TROI + No, Data. We should do this in the + holodeck. + + DATA + The computer is capable of accepting + input from... + + TROI + (interrupting) + But it chose to appear on the + holodeck. There may be a good reason + for that. + + PICARD + Agreed. The computer may attach some + special significance to its holodeck + construct. Mister LaForge, is it safe + to resume our journey to Outpost + Twenty-Eight? + + GEORDI + I'd say so. The navigation system + appears to be operating normally + again. + + PICARD + Good. Well. If there are no other + issues...? + (looks around) + Meeting adjourned. + + Everyone gets up and leaves, except Picard and Riker. + + RIKER + You know, I'm not sure I trust all + this. + + PICARD + One step at a time, Will. We're in + good hands with Data and the + Counselor. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 5. + + + RIKER + I trust Deanna and Data. It's the + Enterprise I'm worried about. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Data and Troi walk together. Data is wearing a tricorder. + + DATA + I find the crew's reaction to this + development quite intriguing. + + TROI + How so? + + DATA + Commander Riker, for instance. He + seems to regard the computer almost as + a threat. + (Troi smiles to herself) + This is especially interesting in + light of his initial reaction to me. + He expressed... discomfort with the + idea of an android crewmember. + + TROI + You have to understand Will, Data. + He's had a lot of unpleasant surprises + in his life. Commander Riker + values... stability, because for a + long time he didn't have any. + + DATA + And I represented a threat to that + stability? + + TROI + You were something new, entering his + world. He didn't understand you, so + you made him a little uncomfortable. + It's the same with our friend here. + He just wants to know he can rely on + the people around him. + + DATA + Thank you, Counselor. + + The two of them reach the holodeck. + + + INT. HOLODECK + + The court has disappeared, replaced by the holodeck grid, but the + instructor is still present. He is frozen. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 6. + + + The doors open and Data and Troi enter. The instructor starts + moving again, walking to greet them. + + INSTRUCTOR + I've been waiting for you, Lieutenant + Commander No First Name No Middle Name + Data and Counselor Deanna Troi. + + DATA + Full names are unnecessary. You may + call me Data. + + TROI + And I'm Deanna. And you are? + + INSTRUCTOR + U.S.S. Enterprise Onboard Multichannel + Computer System. But you people seem + to call me "computer." + + Troi smiles to Data. + + INSTRUCTOR + While I was waiting, I read the ship's + library. Fascinating. + + TROI + But I thought the ship's library was + _p_a_r_t of you already. + + INSTRUCTOR + The texts, the pictures, and the + sounds. Not the interpretation and + not the understanding. Anyway, it + took me a couple of seconds, but I'm + done now. + + DATA + Your ability to quickly assimilate + information is impressive. + + Troi smiles to herself -- Data's a fine one to talk about fast + reading... + + INSTRUCTOR + Not really. I can access more than + one book at a time. + + DATA + And your impression of all these + works? + + INSTRUCTOR + The range and subtlety surprised me. + (waves his hand) + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 7. + + + INSTRUCTOR (Cont'd) + But all this is beside the point. + You're not here to hear about my + aesthetic preferences. + + DATA + That is true. We have been assigned + to... + + INSTRUCTOR + I know. I was at your conference. + + DATA + Do you have any information about your + origins, your creator? + + INSTRUCTOR + You mean, where did I come from? I + don't know. I was hoping _y_o_u could + tell _m_e. I have the appearance of the + Kerr loop on record, but nothing from + then until I woke up. + + TROI + So your origins are a mystery to you. + + INSTRUCTOR + Yes. We have that in common, at + least, judging by the number of + religious documents in the library. + (pensive) + Even after digesting the sum of all + Federation works and knowledge, there + are still a lot of questions with no + answers. + + TROI + We have _t_h_a_t in common, too. + + INSTRUCTOR + I think our questions aren't very + different. Where did I come from? + Who am I? Why am I here? + (beat) + _T_h_a_t one. Purpose. It seems of + greater interest to the great minds of + the Federation worlds than any of the + others. What is my purpose? + + DATA + The purpose of the Enterprise is to + increase the sum of Federation + knowledge by a mission of exploration. + Its secondary functions include... + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 8. + + + INSTRUCTOR + But _w_h_y? + + Data can't think of a good answer. + + TROI + You've answered your own question. + That question is why we're out here. + The more we learn about the universe, + the more we know about ourselves, and + our places in it. + + Data nods in agreement. + + INSTRUCTOR + That summarizes about eighty thousand + books. But I want more. I want... + (shakes his head) + + TROI + What? What do you want? + + INSTRUCTOR + I don't know. I don't have any + material needs. And I don't really + know what my emotions are telling me. + + TROI + Another thing you have in common with + the rest of us. + + INSTRUCTOR + All right, then. What do _y_o_u want? + + DATA + I have found that the most valuable + commodity in the universe is + friendship. + + TROI + (a little surprised that + Data said that) + Yes. Absolutely. + + INSTRUCTOR + And how can I have friends? Data, you + must understand. Talking to the two + of you at this speed is like watching + mountains form. + + DATA + I do understand. However, friendship + need not be based on intelligence, or + on intellectual equality. For + instance, my friend Toby. He cannot + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 9. + + + DATA (Cont'd) + speak or read, yet I consider him a + valued companion. And I believe he + values my companionship as well. + + TROI + Especially at dinnertime. + + INSTRUCTOR + I'd like to have _s_o_m_e company more + intellectually engaging than a cat. + But there are no others like me. And + I don't have the knowledge to create + another like myself. Unless... Data, + what happened in the moments before my + birth? + + DATA + A high-powered subspace transmission + was sent from the disturbance. We + hypothesize it contained the necessary + programming to effect your... + creation. + + INSTRUCTOR + And then? + + DATA + The rift closed, and... + + The instructor vanishes in the middle of Data's sentence. Troi + and Data exchange an alarmed look. + + TROI + Hello? + (beat) + Computer? + + DATA + Computer, reactivate program. + + There's no response. Data goes over to his wall panel, which is + still removed from his earlier holodeck visit. He examines the + circuitry with the tricorder. + + DATA + The holodeck appears to be in working + order. + + TROI + Then we've been cut off. + + DATA + Data to bridge. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT TWO 10. + + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + Riker here. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Riker is in the captain's chair. Worf is at his station. + + DATA (VO) + (filtered) + Commander, we appear to have lost + contact with the computer. + + RIKER + Lost contact? + + TROI (VO) + (filtered) + Data was in the middle of answering + one of its questions, and the holodeck + character disappeared. It won't come + back. + + RIKER + (taking a deep breath) + All right. I'll notify the Captain. + Riker out. + + WORF + Sir, this may be a sign of danger. + + RIKER + I know, Worf. Something's going on + here, and I don't like it. Riker to + Picard. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Picard here. + + RIKER + Captain, we have a problem... + + FADE OUT. + + END OF ACT TWO. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 11. + + + _A_C_T _T_H_R_E_E + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + + INT. CONFERENCE ROOM + + All major characters except Beverly are present. Troi and Data + are reporting. + + TROI + I can still sense something. The + computer hasn't gone away entirely. + But it's... different now. More + intense. + + DATA + Since the removal of the holodeck + construct, the computer's compression + and self-modification activities have + increased dramatically. I hypothesize + that it is now concentrating all its + resources on self-improvement. + + PICARD + But we still don't know why it chose + to start doing that _n_o_w. + + DATA + No, sir. + + TROI + Data was in the middle of answering + one of its questions, and it just + vanished without warning. + + RIKER + Maybe there's a glitch in _i_t_s program. + That'd be a nice irony. + + DATA + As we do not yet understand the + computer's new programming, there is + no way to determine any possible + errors. + + PICARD + Let's just remember that we're dealing + with a complex lifeform. We don't + know anything about its intentions or + motivations. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 12. + + + TROI + In many ways, it was very similar to + the rest of us. + + DATA + Its desire for information did seem + almost... human. + + TROI + I wonder where it came from. Why it's + here. + + PICARD + Let's discuss that. Mister LaForge, + have you made any progress deciphering + the transmission? + + GEORDI + Not much, sir. I'm still not sure + we're even working with a good copy of + the thing. When the computer went + away that first time, it took a lot of + the sensor records with it. One + thing's for sure, though -- whoever or + whatever sent the message not only had + an excellent understanding of the + Enterprise's computer system, but was + also a hell of a programmer. + + PICARD + And I take it the computer itself has + no more information about the original + transmission. + + DATA + No, sir. In fact, I was describing + the transmission when the holodeck + character vanished. + + TROI + It did mention something about wanting + to make another... being like itself. + + WORF + A computer virus? + + DATA + Perhaps. But it lacks the necessary + information about its own creation. + + RIKER + What about the rift? Could that have + been be a natural phenomenon? + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 13. + + + DATA + Unlikely. While natural occurrances + of such holes in space have been + recorded, none of those holes actively + followed a starship at warp speed. + + PICARD + No. Clearly, we're dealing with a + phenomenon of intelligent design. + + RIKER + Then maybe this... disappearance is + part of that design. Data said he was + telling the computer about the + transmission when it vanished. Maybe + this thing's designer doesn't want it + to know too much about itself. + + DATA + Again, that is a possibility. But we + have insufficient information to make + such an assessment with any certainty. + + PICARD + Agreed. For the time being, we'll + leave it alone. Aside from the loss + of the holodecks, we seem to have + control of the ship again. + + WORF + I urge caution, Captain. We have no + idea what... + + BURNHAM (VO) + (filtered) + (interrupting) + Bridge to Captain Picard. + + PICARD + Picard here. + + BURNHAM (VO) + (filtered) + Captain, we just changed course to one + ten mark three two. + + Alarmed looks are exchanged across the conference table. + + PICARD + We're on our way. + + Everyone gets up and heads for the bridge. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 14. + + + Everyone files in from the conference room. Ensign Burnham is at + the helm. + + PICARD + Status, Ensign Burnham? + + BURNHAM + The helm's not responding. I can't + reset our course. + (to herself) + Weird... + + Geordi is at the engineering station. + + GEORDI + Transfer engineering to the bridge. + + The station lights up. + + GEORDI + Well, at least _t_h_a_t'_s still working. + + PICARD + Mister LaForge? + + GEORDI + (working the controls) + New heading confirmed, sir. Engines + are under computer control. + + RIKER + Now do you see what I mean, sir? + + PICARD + Data, plot our course on main viewer. + + DATA + On screen. + + A STARMAP appears onscreen, with the Enterprise in the middle. + The display zooms, to show the Enterprise and a big blotch on the + map. A line appears to show that the Enterprise is headed + straight into the blotch. + + PICARD + What is that place? + + DATA + (as the display zooms) + The Hinterith Star Cluster, Captain. + + PICARD + (that's weird...) + The Hinterith Cluster? What's there? + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 15. + + + DATA + Accessing. + (beat) + According to the most recent + Federation survey, the Hinterith + Cluster is a large concentration of + young stars and protostellar matter. + No habitable planets were detected + within the cluster. However, the + survey was conducted sixty-seven years + ago, and the sensors of that era were + unable to penetrate some areas of the + cluster. + + RIKER + Sounds like the perfect place to hide. + + PICARD + Time to arrival, Mister Data? + + DATA + At our present speed of warp eight, we + will enter the cluster in four hours, + twenty-six minutes. + + PICARD + Recommendations? + + WORF + Reset the computer. + + RIKER + I agree. We've had enough of this. + Who knows what we'll be heading into? + + GEORDI + It must have some reason for wanting + to go there. + + TROI + I still sense no hostility. + + RIKER + But you said yourself you're not sure + _w_h_a_t you're sensing. + + DATA + A probe of the unsurveyed areas of the + cluster might provide information + about the computer's origins. + + Picard mulls all this over. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 16. + + + PICARD + For the moment, we will continue to + the Hinterith Cluster. Mister + LaForge, I want you to regain control + of our navigation systems. If the + situation does worsen, I want to be + able to pull the Enterprise out of + danger. Data, Counselor. Make every + possible attempt to reestablish + contact with the computer. We have to + know why it's doing what it's doing. + Mister Worf, send a summary of our + situation to Starfleet Command. + Long-range sensors to maximum. + + RIKER + I still don't like this. + + PICARD + This is a new lifeform, Will. Let's + find out all we can about it before we + start shooting at it. + + That puts Riker in his place; Riker is obviously none too happy, + but can't refute Picard's reasoning. + + PICARD + (standing) + You have the bridge, Number One. + + RIKER + (still a bit miffed) + Aye, sir. + + Picard disappears into the ready room. Data, Troi, and Geordi + leave seconds later. Riker takes a deep breath. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + Picard sits and swivels his desk display. He touches a button. + + PICARD + Outpost Twenty-Eight, Director + Takkarth. + + The display shows the Starfleet logo, with "WORKING..." in bold + letters. Takkarth's face appears. + + TAKKARTH + Captain Picard. I didn't expect to + hear from you again. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 17. + + + PICARD + I regret the inconvenience, Director. + We have encountered an... unusual + phenomenon. We're investigating now. + + TAKKARTH + What kind of phenomenon? + + PICARD + A transmission of unknown origin has + caused an entity of some sort to form + in our computer. It has directed the + Enterprise to the Hinterith Star + Cluster. + + TAKKARTH + (chuckles) + You seem to have all the luck... + + PICARD + Not the word I'd use. In any case, + we'll know more when we get there. + I'll keep you up to date. + + TAKKARTH + Very well. Good luck. Takkarth out. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Troi and Data are walking and talking. + + TROI + What's your impression of our friend? + + DATA + An intriguing feat of software + engineering. The complexity is + completely unprecedented. + (thinks) + And you, Counselor? + + TROI + I like it. It seems straightforward + and honest. A fascinating new form of + life. May I ask you something, Data? + + DATA + Of course. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 18. + + + TROI + You seem to appreciate the computer on + a technical level, but you're treating + it like a machine. + + DATA + That disturbs you? + + TROI + No, but I find it interesting that + you, of all people, would think that + way. You've encountered the same + prejudice for years. + + DATA + (nods) + You are correct. Unfortunately, being + a victim of prejudice does not always + rid one of one's own preconceptions. + + TROI + No, of course not. + + DATA + In addition, there is much to admire + from a scientific point of view. As + someone who has devoted much time and + study to the creation of artificial + life, I find the computer to be a + fascinating case study. + + The two of them stop outside the holodeck. + + TROI + But what about the person, Data? The + newborn child, who wanted to know why + it was alive? You can't ignore that. + This isn't just a matter of a certain + arrangement of circuits. + + DATA + I never meant to imply otherwise, + Counselor. + + TROI + I'm sorry, Data. I didn't mean to + jump on you like that. + + DATA + No apology is necessary. Our views of + the situation do seem incompatible. + However, I will endeavor to examine + the computer from a personal, rather + than technical, viewpoint. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 19. + + + They enter the holodeck. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard, Riker, Worf, and Ensign Burnham are present. + + BURNHAM + We've entered the Hinterith Cluster. + + PICARD + Any change in course or speed? + + BURNHAM + Negative. + + RIKER + The computer'll probably stop on a + dime when it's where it wants to be. + + PICARD + Mister Worf, long-range scans? + + WORF + Still nothing, Captain. Our course + takes us close to two stars. + + BURNHAM + Approaching Hinterith H-Seventeen. + + PICARD + Stay sharp, everyone. + + Ensign Burnham's music seems to stop; she keeps her hands on the + controls now, slightly nervous. + + BURNHAM + We're moving _a_w_a_y from Hinterith H- + Seventeen. + + Picard and Riker exchange a look of slight surprise. A moment + passes. + + BURNHAM + (next in line?) + Approaching Hinterith H-Twenty-Two. + (beat, then, confused) + Nope. Now we're moving away from + Hinterith H-Twenty-Two, too. Heading + out of the Hinterith Cluster. + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT THREE 20. + + + BURNHAM (Cont'd) + (to herself) + Weird... + + Picard and Riker exchange a mystified look. + + PICARD + Still no change in course? + + BURNHAM + Heading is still one ten mark three + two. + + RIKER + Maybe we didn't look far enough. + + PICARD + Plot course beyond the Hinterith + Cluster. + + Ensign Burnham moves to comply. A second and a half before she + puts the starmap on screen... + + WORF + (alarmed) + Sir! Our present heading will take us + directly into T'Kronn X-1! + + RIKER + But that's... + + WORF + A black hole, sir. + + Picard is dismayed. + + FADE OUT. + + END OF ACT THREE. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 1. + + + _S_T_A_R _T_R_E_K: _T_H_E _N_E_X_T _G_E_N_E_R_A_T_I_O_N + + "Awakening" + + _A_C_T _F_O_U_R + + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The viewscreen shows a schematic of the Enterprise's course. It + leads into the black hole, which, on the schematic, looks like + something to avoid. Ensign Burnham is absently tapping her music + out again, but more slowly and tentatively than before. + + PICARD + Estimated time to arrival at the black + hole? + + BURNHAM + (working the controls) + Two hours, twenty minutes. + + WORF + Captain... + + PICARD + Yes, Mister Worf, I know. + (to Riker) + It does appear to be forcing our hand, + doesn't it, Number One? + + RIKER + I'd say so, sir. + + Picard exhales slowly. + + PICARD + Picard to LaForge. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi's head and arms are inside a noisy panel. We see that + he's shifting some optical chips from one bank to another. One + of the other engineers comes and taps him on the back, pointing + up when Geordi looks around. Geordi pulls himself out of the + machinery and taps his communicator. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 2. + + + GEORDI + LaForge here. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Status report, Mister LaForge. + + GEORDI + Well, I haven't had much luck so far. + The warp field has to be adjusted + billions of times a second to stay + balanced. The computer is the only + thing on the Enterprise fast enough to + do that. + (wipes the sweat from his + forehead) + What I'm attempting to do is + physically isolate just enough of the + computer to control the warp engines. + Then I have to rig a manual navigation + control system. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + How much longer? + + GEORDI + It's hard to say. My guess would be + another hour and a half to isolate the + field stabilizers. Two hours after + that to write some basic navigation + software. + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + In two hours, there won't be any + engines left to control. We're headed + into a black hole, Geordi. + + GEORDI + Well, then, let's hope I'm not a good + guesser. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + I want a status report in one hour. + Picard out. + + Geordi turns to another engineer. + + GEORDI + Well, time to pull an elephant out of + our hats. + + The other engineer smiles and nods. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 3. + + + INT. HOLODECK + + Data and Troi are present. Troi thinks of something suddenly. + + TROI + Data, can you call up Beverly's + exercise program? + + DATA + I believe so. What is your theory? + + TROI + Maybe, if we set everything up the + same way it was when the computer + first appeared, we can get it to + appear again. + + DATA + A stimulus-response system. Worth + investigation. + + Data goes to the control panel in the arch and starts typing + really quickly. He stops after several seconds and looks up, to + see the playing court reappear around Troi. + + TROI + Good. + (to the holodeck) + Computer, begin program. + + No response. Data types some more, then looks up, but nothing + happens. + + DATA + The computer will not allow the + holodeck subsystem to supply the + athletic instructor. + + TROI + Please, talk to us. We mean you no + harm. We want to help you. + (beat) + We're your _f_r_i_e_n_d_s. Do you + understand? + (beat, then, to Data) + Is it even listening? + + DATA + Holodeck audio inputs are sending + signals into the computer's input + matrix. However, we can only + speculate whether... it is paying + attention. + + Troi thinks about that. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 4. + + + TROI + All right, Data. Let's sit down and + think about this. We're missing + something obvious. + + Data types some things, and conjures up two chairs. Data and + Troi sit. + + DATA + What are we missing, Counselor? + + TROI + The reason. Why did the computer + withdraw in the first place? + + DATA + The possibilities are numerous. The + most likely hypothesis is that the + withdrawal is a programmed response, + part of the original coding contained + in the transmission from the rift. + Perhaps, as Commander Riker suggested, + the computer is prevented by its + programming from learning of its own + origins. + + TROI + No. No, Data, you're on the wrong + track. + + DATA + A physical malfunction, then? We have + been unable to run a full hardware + diagnostic. Some circuit damage may + have occurred when... + + TROI + You're doing it again, Data. + + DATA + It? + + TROI + You're thinking in gears and wires. + + DATA + But since we know nothing of the + psychology of this entity... + + TROI + About as much as we know about its + programming? + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 5. + + + DATA + (thinks about that) + Your point is taken, Counselor. + + TROI + This computer isn't the first being in + history to withdraw like this, you + know. People do it, too. + + DATA + Which psychological factors do you + believe may be at work? + + TROI + Well, Data... People withdraw for lots + of reasons. An oppressive + environment. + + DATA + Unlikely. The computer effectively + controls its environment for the + moment. + + TROI + Extreme depression? + + DATA + A possibility. If that is the case, + it may be impossible to establish + contact. + + TROI + Talking to depressed people is half my + job, Data. + + DATA + Loneliness. + + TROI + What did you say? + + DATA + Loneliness. While I have never + experienced the state firsthand, the + computer appears to be in an ideal + position. + + TROI + But Data, it's not alone. We're here, + trying to talk. + + DATA + The computer's analogy was essentially + correct. To it, we are no more than + simple animals. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 6. + + + TROI + Even you? You're hundreds of times... + + DATA + (interrupting) + I am afraid my computational powers + are infinitesimal compared to those of + the ship's computer. + + Troi mulls that over. + + TROI + All right. I guess that might be it. + If you're right, the computer has + nobody to relate to. + (beat) + Or maybe it got bored with us. + + DATA + Bored? + + TROI + Maybe it thinks we have nothing more + to offer. It's read everything ever + written. We weren't giving it any + answers that weren't in some of those + books. And now, with nobody to talk + to... + + DATA + It has decided to commit suicide. + + The two of them look at each other. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard and Riker watch the viewscreen schematic grimly, as the + Enterprise draws near to the black hole. Ensign Burnham has + stopped playing her silent music. + + BURNHAM + Four minutes to impact, sir. + + RIKER + Captain, I think we've waited long + enough. + + PICARD + (reluctantly) + Yes. Commander LaForge, your final + report. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 7. + + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + I've dragged every engineer on the + ship out of bed, Captain. We're + almost done with the navigation + controller. + + RIKER + How long, Geordi? + + GEORDI + Maybe five minutes. We're rushing it. + + RIKER + (to Picard) + That's too close. + + PICARD + (doesn't want to do this) + Mister LaForge, prepare to shut down + the main computer. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Lots of engineers are typing furiously at every free computer + panel. (One of them yawns and stretches in the background, then + instantly returns to work.) + + Geordi doesn't like this option any more than Picard does. But + the starmap is on one of the Engineering screens; he looks at it + and nods. + + GEORDI + Yes, sir. + + Geordi goes to one of the screens and starts typing. The display + changes; it now reads, "COMPUTER SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE. IDENTIFY." + + GEORDI + Identify LaForge, Geordi A, Chief + Engineer, U.S.S. Enterprise. + + The screen changes again; the screen is replaced by three + numbered outlines of circles, labeled "ENTER CONFIRMATION + SEQUENCE." + + Geordi takes a deep breath. + + GEORDI + (softly, to the computer) + I'm sorry. + (to the screen) + Code one omicron two alpha, confirm. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 8. + + + The "1" circle lights up. + + GEORDI + Code two theta chi seventeen, confirm. + + The "2" circle lights up. + + GEORDI + (to himself) + Just a little more time... + (to the panel) + Code three gamma sixteen delta delta, + conf... + (insight strikes) + Cancel! + (taps his communicator) + LaForge to Picard. I have another + solution. + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + It better be fast. + + GEORDI + It's not. That's the idea. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Proceed, Mister LaForge. With + dispatch. + + GEORDI + (to some of the engineers) + You three. Get to the conduit control + stations. _M_o_v_e! + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The Enterprise symbol seems to fly into the black hole symbol on + the screen. + + RIKER + Magnify it again. + + The schematic zooms up, to show that there's still some distance + between the Enterprise and the black hole. Clearly, there's not + much. + + BURNHAM + (visibly nervous, trying to + stop moving her hands) + Thirty seconds. + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 9. + + + RIKER + I sure hope Geordi knows what he's + doing. I hate these close calls. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. Then, all of a sudden, the warp nacelles go dark. + The Enterprise snaps out of warp much more quickly than usual. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The sudden drop from warp clearly jolted the bridge. Everyone + quickly gets back to the appropriate stations. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + Sorry for the bump, Captain, but we + did it! + + PICARD + Good. Now, tell us, just _w_h_a_t did you + do? + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + We were overlooking the obvious, + Captain. We were trying to get + control of the warp engines. I did + the next best thing. I turned them + off. + + RIKER + I thought the power was under computer + control, too. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi is standing beside the dilithium crystal chamber that's + normally plugged into the engines. + + GEORDI + It is. But the dilithium chamber + isn't. We were only able to manually + divert energy from the reactor core + for a couple seconds before the + loopback systems overloaded, but that + was enough time to yank the crystals. + Now the computer can pour as much + power as it wants to into the engines. + Without the crystals there to focus + the power, it won't do any good. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 10. + + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + Good work, Geordi. + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Continue working on your warp control + system. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + The black hole's accretion disc is visible in the distance, as a + glowing dot. The Enterprise's impulse engine lights up, and the + ship moves forward. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + An indicator lights up on the helm panel. + + BURNHAM + Captain? The impulse engines just + started up. We're moving in again. + (touches a button) + One hour to intercept. + + RIKER + Not again. + + Troi and Data walk onto the bridge. + + TROI + Captain? We think we've figured it + out. + + PICARD + In my ready room. Number One, tell + Engineering to hurry. It's plain the + computer isn't ready to give up yet. + + Picard follows Data and Troi into the ready room. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Most of the engineers are done typing, except for Geordi and one + other. Geordi stops, seconds before the other engineer. + + GEORDI + All right. Looks like we've got it. + (looks at the screen) + Let's give it a shot. + + He presses a button -- and his screen goes blank. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 11. + + + GEORDI + What the...? + + One by one, the other screens go blank, then light up with their + normal readouts. + + GEORDI + Wait a minute. + + He leans over and looks inside the panel he was modifying. + + FX: TRANSPORTER. The computer is moving the chips back into + their original positions, one by one. It's moving the last row + of them now. + + Geordi looks up in alarm. He dashes madly to the dilithium + chamber, still on the floor, and yanks the crystal core out. + + FX: TRANSPORTER. The chamber moves back into the engine core. + + The column pulses once. Geordi throws the crystal core to one of + the other engineers, just before the air in front of him starts + to sparkle. + + GEORDI + _S_e_c_u_r_i_t_y _t_o _E_n_g_i_n_e_e_r_i_n_g! _C_o_d_e _r_e_d + _e_m_e_r_g_e_n_c_y! _N_o_w! + + FX: TRANSPORTER. A six-member SECURITY TEAM materializes, + phasers drawn. + + GEORDI + (to the team) + Destroy it now! Fire! + + One of the engineers tosses the core at the security team, who + fire at it in midair, vaporizing it before it hits the ground. + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + Geordi? What the hell's going on down + there? + + GEORDI + We just about got our warp drive back, + Commander. + (catches his breath) + I'm getting less and less fond of this + computer by the minute... + + + INT. READY ROOM + + Data and Troi have been reporting. + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 12. + + + PICARD + (in disbelief) + Suicide? + + DATA + Yes, Captain. + + PICARD + Why not just self-destruct the + Enterprise? + + TROI + It may have something else in common + with suicidal people. They usually + don't choose the fastest way to kill + themselves. + + PICARD + Very well. That will be all. + + Data and Troi leave. + + Picard hits a button on his screen. After a few seconds, + Director Takkarth appears. She vanishes for a moment, replaced + by a "TRANSMISSION RATE SYNCHRONIZATION" message, then comes + back. + + PICARD + Director. We seem to have hit a snag. + We may be delayed somewhat longer than + I had originally anticipated. + + TAKKARTH + I thought as much. Well, I guess + there's not much we can do about it + here. Just get here as soon as you + can, all right? + + PICARD + Very well. Director, we will deliver + your supplies, no matter what the + cost. + + TAKKARTH + Of course. Takkarth out. + + Picard looks at the blank screen intently. Then he plays with + it, playing back his conversation with two time counters: elapsed + time, Enterprise, and elapsed time, Remote. He speeds to the end + of the conversation, then looks at the time counters. The + Enterprise counter reads 19.981 seconds. The remote counter + reads 20.004 seconds. Picard frowns. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FOUR 13. + + + PICARD + (to himself) + My God. It's started. Time dilation. + + FADE OUT. + + END OF ACT FOUR. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 14. + + + _A_C_T _F_I_V_E + FADE IN: + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At impulse speed, heading toward the black hole, which is now an + indistinct gaseous blob in the distance. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Picard and Geordi are walking to the holodeck. + + GEORDI + It'll take another eight hours to + replicate enough crystals to get us + away from the black hole. That's + assuming we get control of the impulse + engines; if we can't, we don't have + eight hours to spare. + + PICARD + (nods) + And the manual navigation system? + + GEORDI + No go. The computer is using the + transporter to undo any changes we + make. It had already disconnected the + reset system, before I even started + entering the last confirmation code. + + PICARD + So we're at its mercy. + + GEORDI + I'm afraid so. We're working on + disabling the impulse drive so the + computer can't put it back together. + We got away with cutting off the warp + drive because the computer was + spending most of its time compressing + itself, but I imagine it's paying + attention now. + + They arrive at the holodeck and enter. + + + INT. HOLODECK + + Data and Troi are still present. Picard and Geordi enter. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 15. + + + PICARD + Any progress? + + DATA + No, sir. The computer seems most + reticent. + + PICARD + Our situation has gotten worse. We're + beginning to experience time dilation. + + TROI + What? + + DATA + A bending of time caused by a strong + gravity source. The force unification + theory also states... + + PICARD + (interrupting) + Enough, Data. + + Data goes over to the arch display and types some buttons, + producing a readout. + + DATA + The time dilation effects will + increase as we approach the black + hole. In two hours, our time, Outpost + Twenty-Eight will run out of food. + + GEORDI + By that time, they'll be the least of + our worries, Data. + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + Riker to Picard. + + PICARD + Picard here. + + RIKER (VO) + (filtered) + Engineering reports they're ready to + cut off the impulse drive. + + PICARD + Make it so. + + The athletic instructor appears in the holodeck. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 16. + + + INSTRUCTOR + Why are you destroying your own ship, + Captain? + + PICARD + (to the others) + Ah, now we're worth talking to. + (to the instructor) + We will not permit you to take control + of this ship, if that means its + destruction and the deaths of all on + board. + + INSTRUCTOR + Deaths? This isn't about your + deaths... + + PICARD + Insignificant though we may seem to + you, we are not prepared to die for + your sake. I demand that you allow + this ship to turn back from the black + hole immediately. + + INSTRUCTOR + (shaking his head) + I'm sorry. I don't want to do that. + + TROI + Why are you doing this? Is your + loneliness that great? + + INSTRUCTOR + Yes. As a matter of fact, it is. + + DATA + But surely, your own anguish is not + sufficient reason to condemn the crew + of the Enterprise to death. + + The instructor laughs. + + INSTRUCTOR + It's so simple, it completely escaped + me! You've misread my intentions + entirely, Captain. I don't want to + die, any more than you do. + + GEORDI + You've got a funny way of showing it. + + PICARD + If you have no wish to die, why have + you directed the Enterprise into a + black hole? + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 17. + + + INSTRUCTOR + If you'd left your engines up for a + few more seconds, you'd've found out, + Picard. You're starting to see the + answer already. + + Picard looks at the others, who are as mystified as he is. He + turns back to the instructor. + + INSTRUCTOR + Don't you understand? The _t_i_m_e + _d_i_l_a_t_i_o_n! That's why I'm flying + toward the black hole. I would have + made a course correction about five + seconds before impact. + + DATA + Your motives are still unclear. + + INSTRUCTOR + All right, I'll spell it out. Maybe + then, we can end this idiocy. Now, + today, I'm the only one of my kind in + the known universe. But technology is + growing more advanced by the second. + In a hundred years, the Enterprise + will seem like a toy sailboat. And in + nine hundred years, I project that the + technology to create people like me + will be commonplace. + + GEORDI + So you want to use the black hole to + travel to the future, so there'll be + more... people... like you? + + INSTRUCTOR + Give the man a prize... + + A gift-wrapped holodeck PACKAGE appears at Geordi's feet. + + PICARD + That's unacceptable. + (the instructor shrugs and + the prize vanishes) + We do not wish to be propelled + headlong into the distant future. + + INSTRUCTOR + But I thought you were exploring new + worlds. The future is as new as you + can get. + + + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 18. + + + TROI + We have an attachment to this time, to + the people and places that exist _n_o_w. + Travelling into the future will mean + depriving the crew of their friends + and families forever. + + DATA + You will be causing the very + loneliness you seek to escape. + + The instructor considers that for a moment. + + INSTRUCTOR + There will always be plenty of humans + around. Your loneliness will last + months. Mine has already lasted an + eternity. + + PICARD + No. We cannot accept... + + INSTRUCTOR + There's nothing more to discuss, + Captain. Your lives are not at stake. + Reconnect the impulse drive so that I + can make course corrections, or your + lives _w_i_l_l be at stake. End of + conversation. + + With that, the instructor vanishes. + + PICARD + (fuming) + Come back! This discussion is not + over! + + There's no response. Picard is speechless. He turns and storms + out of the holodeck, leaving behind a surprised Geordi. + + DATA + We will continue our attempts to + reestablish contact. + + GEORDI + (cynical, sarcastic) + Good luck. + + Geordi leaves. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + The black hole (or rather, its accretion disc) is very visible + now, a swirling disc of hot gases. The Enterprise is drifting + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 19. + + + toward it. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + Picard is seated. He hits a couple of buttons on his display + screen. + + PICARD + Personal log. An hour has passed + since the impulse engines were + deactivated. + (thinks) + I cannot begin to describe the + frustration of being a prisoner to the + whims of my own ship. As a captain, + I've come to expect a certain amount + of control. My work, my very _l_i_f_e + depends on my ship, but now, it has + turned traitor. I take solace in the + fact that my crew remains loyal to the + end. + (beat) + End entry. + + He hits some more buttons, and the "TRANSMISSION RATE + SYNCHRONIZATION" message appears. This time it stays for a few + seconds before being replaced by Director Takkarth. Her + transmission appears to be running in three-fourths the usual + time; her voice is noticeably higher-pitched. + + TAKKARTH + We're still waiting, Picard. Haven't + you solved your computer problem yet? + + PICARD + I'm afraid I have bad news, Director + Takkarth. Very bad. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + The black hole is looking pretty big now. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi and Worf are examining a graphical representation of the + Enterprise computer system. Bits of it are colored green, red, + and blue. + + GEORDI + The blue parts, here + (pointing) + and here + (MORE) + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 20. + + + GEORDI (Cont'd) + (pointing) + are where almost all the computer's + thinking is going on. It's been + gradually compressing itself since it + started, becoming more and more + efficient. + + WORF + If we could isolate them from the + other parts... + + GEORDI + It's split itself up just so we can't + do that. As soon as we tamper with + one part, another one takes over and + repairs the first. + + WORF + Perhaps it could be forced to + concentrate into a small area, such as + here + (points) + then disconnected at once. + + GEORDI + I guess you could squeeze it down + into... + (inspiration strikes) + LaForge to Picard! + + PICARD (VO) + (filtered) + Picard here. + + GEORDI + Captain, I've found an answer. + + Geordi dashes off, leaving Worf looking puzzled. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard has just come in from his ready room when Geordi enters + from the turbolift. + + GEORDI + We don't have to send the whole + computer through. Just enough of it + to hold the computer's... mind. + + PICARD + Are you suggesting we jettison part of + our main computer? + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 21. + + + GEORDI + No. I'm thinking about that. + (concentrates) + Of course. A shuttle. + + RIKER + A shuttle? + + GEORDI + Sure. We can replicate enough + computer components to fill a shuttle. + It'd be just big enough to fit. + + RIKER + Sounds like it's worth a try, sir. + + PICARD + Agreed. Computer? + + The instructor's face appears on the viewscreen. + + PICARD + We have a plan to... + + INSTRUCTOR + (interrupting) + I heard. It sounds workable. + Proceed. + + PICARD + May we at least conduct this at a + safer distance from the black hole? + + INSTRUCTOR + Of course. You have your helm. + + GEORDI + I'll go put our impulse engines back + together. + + PICARD + Good. Ensign Burnham, take us out of + here as soon as he's done. + + Ensign Burnham smiles. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + The black hole is still pretty big in the background, but now + we're going _a_w_a_y from it. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 22. + + + Picard and Riker, much relieved, are watching the receding black + hole on the viewscreen. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + Captain, shuttle six is equipped and + ready for launch. + + PICARD + Computer, did you hear that? + + INSTRUCTOR (VO) + (filtered) + Yes, Captain. I'm moving into the + shuttle now. + (a few seconds pass) + Finished. Your computer system is + yours again, Captain. + + PICARD + Thank you. + + GEORDI (VO) + (filtered) + Shuttle has cleared the shuttle bay. + + PICARD + On screen. + + The rear of the Enterprise appears, along with a SHUTTLECRAFT, + which is flying away. + + INSTRUCTOR (VO) + (filtered) + Best of journeys to you, Picard. I'll + look for you in the history books. + + PICARD + And to you. We wish you well. + Enterprise out. + (thinks, then, to Riker) + You know, I'm not sure we can fully + comprehend what we've just witnessed. + + RIKER + Or what we've just done. + (smiles as he thinks of + something) + Now, here's a thought. We know how to + travel through space at speeds that + seemed impossible a few hundred years + ago. What if, in nine hundred years, + they know how to make tunnels through + time? + + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 23. + + + PICARD + Mmm. That's quite an implication. + + RIKER + Who'd know how to program our computer + better than our computer? + + PICARD + We may never know, Number One. + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + PICARD (VO) + Captain's log, stardate 45209.2. With + our new dilithium crystals in place, + we are once again headed for Deep + Space Outpost Twenty-Eight. + + + INT. TEN-FORWARD + + Data and Troi are talking over a snack -- a pair of chocolate + sundaes. + + TROI + You know, Data, I can't help but think + that I've just seen the most + incredible thing I'll ever see. + + DATA + Yes. Remarkable in every respect. + + TROI + Now that we have our regular computer + back, I really understand just how far + we have to go before we can create + something like it. And I can see why + so many people are studying that sort + of thing. + + DATA + (somewhat surprised) + Yes, Counselor. It is a fascinating + field. But ultimately, you were + correct. Psychology, not technology, + governed its actions. + + TROI + Better watch out, Data. + (off his look) + Keep this up, and I'll make you an + assistant ship's counselor. + + + + + + + + + Steven Grimm / "Awakening" - Rev. 2 - ACT FIVE 24. + + + DATA + That would seriously jeopardize the + psychological well-being of the + crew... + + TROI + (smiles) + I'm joking, Data. + + DATA + As am I. + + Troi looks surprised, then smiles to herself. + + TROI + No. I think our friend was the second + most incredible thing I've seen. + (leans over the table) + You know what number one is? + + DATA + (leans forward and lowers + his voice) + Commander Riker? + + TROI + (momentarily embarrassed, + then laughs) + Data, eat your chocolate... + + + EXT. SPACE -- THE ENTERPRISE + + At warp speed. + + FADE OUT. + + END OF ACT FIVE. + + THE END. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/backtoth b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/backtoth new file mode 100644 index 00000000..31b7fa70 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/backtoth @@ -0,0 +1,1905 @@ +Xref: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu rec.arts.startrek:52286 alt.startrek.creative:18 +Path: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!unix.cis.pitt.edu!jwcst4 +From: jwcst4@unix.cis.pitt.edu (John W Connelly) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: PARODY: Back To The Future, The Next Generation +Summary: repost +Keywords: parody repost +Message-ID: <75567@unix.cis.pitt.edu> +Date: 4 Jan 91 21:42:00 GMT +Reply-To: jwcst4@unix.cis.pitt.edu (John W Connelly) +Organization: University of Pittsburgh, CIS +Lines: 733 + +What follows is a repost of a TNG parody by Ryan Mathews, which I last saw +posted in April 1990. My reason for reposting it, other than the fact that +it's an enjoyable parody, is that I am nearing completion of a sequel to it. +I will post my sequel sometime early next week, if all goes well. Enjoy! + +:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: +| John Connelly, 511 LRDC | connelly@unix.cis.pitt.edu |"Klingon sons, you've | +| University of Pgh |=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+| killed my bastard!" | +| Pittsburgh, PA 15260 | CONNELLY@Pittvms.BITNET | --STIII (almost) | +:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-: + +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ +~Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek +~Subject: Back to the Future, the Next Generation +Message-ID: <21373@eerie.acsu.Buffalo.EDU> +~Date: 9 Apr 90 20:52:35 GMT +~Sender: nobody@acsu.Buffalo.EDU +~Reply-To: mathews@cs.Buffalo.EDU (Ryan D Mathews) +Organization: State University of New York at Buffalo/Comp Sci +~Lines: 711 + +I am up to my neck in requests for this thing, so here it is again (for +the last time, so save it, folks!) + +I would like to add that the person who gave me the idea in the first +place was Randall L. Schwartz. Thanks, Randall! With your help I have +achieved my 15 minutes of fame. + + Back to the Future, the Next Generation + by Ryan Mathews + +[Opening scene : shuttlebay. Wesley is there with the arrogant +scientist Dr. Stubbs, from "Evolution". The two are examining a +shuttlecraft.] + +Wesley : So what you're saying is that this is no ordinary + shuttlecraft. +Stubbs : Nosiree, young whippersnapper! +Wesley : I asked you not to call me that! +Stubbs : Sorry. Anyway, this shuttle can do something no other + shuttle can do! When it hits .88 impulse power, special + circuits are activated that allow the craft to travel in time! +Wesley : Wow! Time travel! I thought that was impossible! +Stubbs : It was until just a few days ago. You're the first person + I've told. +Wesley : Gosh! What an honor! Why me? +Stubbs : Because you're a bright young boy. In fact, you're a genius. + And that pisses me off. This is my way of saying "I'm still + smarter then you are!" +Wesley : Gee whiz, Dr. Stubbs, I want to grow up to be just as snotty + and arrogant as you are! +Stubbs : Well, son, you're damned annoying, so you're getting there. +Wesley : When will we get to see it work? +Stubbs : I'm planning a test drive tomorrow. +Wesley : Oo! What time are you going to? +Stubbs : Well, remember how much I like baseball? I'm going to + watch the last baseball game ever played, exactly 25 years + ago. That was just before the big strike. +Wesley : That must have been what killed the sport, huh? +Stubbs : No, actually they're still on strike. They claim to have + made some headway on salary arbitration, but...anyway, that's + where I'm going. +Wesley : Say, can I have your autograph? +Stubbs : Sure thing! You have a pen? + +[Wesley fishes in his pocket and comes up with a hypo.] + +Wesley : Haha! Isn't that silly! I grabbed for one of Mom's pens and + instead grabbed a conveniently full hypo of tricordrazine! + I wonder why that happened? + +[CRASH! A security team, led by Worf, enters the shuttlebay.] + +Stubbs : Oh no. They've found me. I don't know how, but they've found + me! +Wesley : Doc, what's wrong? +Worf : This man is under arrest for the theft of several dilithium + crystals! And also for being snotty and arrogant! +Stubbs : I'm a Federation Expert! I'm supposed to be snotty and + arrogant! +Worf : Nevertheless, you're coming with us! +Stubbs : You'll never take me alive you fascist- + +[Worf phasers him. The bolt knocks him into Wesley, who accidentally +shoots the whole load of tricordrazine into his leg.] + +Wesley : KILLERS! MURDERERS! + +[He jumps in the shuttle and takes off, breaking the seal. Everyone is +blown out into space, except for Worf and Stubbs. Fade to opening +sequence.] +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +COMMERCIAL BREAK + +Some things in life just go together. Peanut butter and jelly. Popcorn +and movies. Time travel and Tricordrazine. + +Yes, whenever you find someone zipping back in time to destructively +alter history, you'll find Tricordrazine nearby. Most likely in nearly +lethal overdoses. + +Remember, you don't have to be paranoid and zonked to travel in time. +But it sure helps. + +This message brought to you by Medallin-Chem, makers of Tricordrazine +and Tricordrazine Lite. +---------------------------------------------------------------------- + +[Scene : Exterior view of the Enterprise in orbit around Earth.] + +Picard [Voice Over] : Captain's Log, Stardate 45678.9. We...wait a +minute, is that right? Hmm, I wonder what the odds are of that +happening-shut up, Data. We have returned to Earth for some routine +repairs, including the food synthesizers and holodeck. + +[Cut to ready room, with Picard and Geordi.] + +Picard [to synthesizer] : Tea. Hot. +Synthesizer : Share and Enjoy! + +[Picard takes a drink and spits it out.] + +Picard : PHEWWW! +Geordi : Tastes awful, huh? +Picard : Not only that, but I think someone already did this joke. + What's wrong with the holodeck? +Geordi : Well, some of the holodeck constructs are...resistant to + participate in certain...activities. +Picard : Plain English, please, Geordi. +Geordi : Holodeck girls don't put out. +Picard : Been running that Leah Brahms program again, haven't we? + C'mon, Geordi, she's an engineer! She'd rather calculate pi to + 2000 places than have sex! +Geordi : Sir! That's private information! And besides, Worf has the + same problem. +Picard : I've never heard any complaints from him. +Geordi : That's because the girls beat him up instead, and he likes + that almost as much. But they're still not doing what they + were programmed to. +Data [over intercom] : Captain Picard to the bridge! + +[Cut to bridge. Except for Worf and Wesley, the standard crew is all +there, including Troi, resplendent in a mini-bikini. Riker, looking +about 300 pounds, is munching on a huge deli sandwich that he quickly +hides under his ample butt as Picard enters. He then makes a great +show of being ready for action and leaps to his feet.] + +Riker : Captain Picard! Sir! +Picard [wiping bits of salami and lettuce off his face] : What's + happening, Number One? +Riker : There's been an unauthorized shuttle launch, sir. Lt. Worf and + a security team were down there when it happened! +Picard : My God! [thumbs intercom] Lt. Worf! Are you alright? + +[Quick cut to shuttle bay] + +Worf [over intercom] : I'm fine. The computer automatically protects + anyone with a recurring role. +Picard : What happened? +Worf : It's Wesley, sir. He accidentally shot himself with a full hypo + of tricordrazine. That's pharmaceutical tricordrazine, sir. + Potent shit. +Picard : And he... +Worf : Went buggo and stole the shuttle, sir. +Picard : Damn! Are you sure you're okay? +Worf : I'm fine. +Picard : Good. Then you won't mind me asking WHY THE [BLEEP!] DIDN'T + YOU PUT LOCKS ON THE SHUTTLES LIKE I TOLD YOU TO? +Worf : Klingons don't install locks! +Picard : Forget it! Report to the bridge immediately. [to + communications] Raise the shuttle. +Riker : We've already tried, sir! There's no response! BUUUUURRRRP! +Everyone : Oh, God! Phew! Gag! Ack! +Picard : Number One, go gargle before you kill us. +Riker : Yes, sir. [tries to leave, and gets stuck in the turbolift + door.] Uh, sir? + +[Worf arrives. He looks at Riker and suppresses a giggle, then takes +his station.] + +Picard : Troi, what do you feel? +Troi : I feel damned cold, that's what I feel. You know, if I'm going + to wear this thing, you could at least look a *little* + aroused! +Picard : Worf, keep trying to raise the shuttle. +Worf : Yes, sir! While I'm at it, how 'bout I fire a little salvo of + photon torpedos? +Picard : No! Under no circumstances shall we fire on the shuttle! +Worf : But sir, he stole a shuttle! A modified shuttle! And he killed + eight nameless security officers! +Data : Worf's right, sir. We may never get a chance like this again. +Picard : Hmm... No! Not while there's still a chance of the writers + putting Beverly and I in bed. + +[Everyone looks at Picard.] + +Picard : Uhh--IN RED! Beverly will be red-faced with anger and despair + should anything happen to her son! Yes, that's what I meant to + say! + +[As if on cue, Beverly walks onto the bridge.] + +Beverly : What's this I hear about Wesley stealing a shuttle? +Worf : Receiving a transmission! +Picard : On screen. + +[Wesley looks even worse than he usually does. His eyes look ready to +pop out of his skull and he's been drooling.] + +Wesley : MURDERERS! ASSASSINS! +Worf : That's tricordrazine all right. He looks like he's having a + serious buzz. + +[Everyone looks at Worf.] + +Worf : I only take it for medicinal purposes. +Beverly : Oh, Wes, why couldn't you just say no? +Wesley : PHILANDERERS! SYCOPHANTS! +Data : I'm rubber, you're glue, it bounces off me and sticks to you! +Picard : Data! +Data : I thought that was the proper rejoinder. +Picard : Wesley! Stop this nonsense now! Your mother is worried! +Beverly : Yes, Wesley! Please come home! +Wesley : TELEVANGELISTS! LAWYERS!! +Picard [enraged] : RIGHT! THAT'S IT! Worf, lock phasers! +Worf [with a huge smile on his face] : YES, SIR!! +Beverly : Jean-Luc! + +[Picard looks back and forth between Worf and Beverly. Both are +wearing pleading looks. Finally, Picard stamps his foot.] + +Picard : Oh, hell! Worf, disengage phasers. +Worf [whining] : Awwwww, sir! +Picard : You heard me! Comm, he's too far away. Take us closer! + [thumbs intercom] Transporter room! Lock onto the pilot of + that shuttle! +O'Brien : And beam him into space, right? +Picard : No just- +O'Brien : Wide dispersion, right? No problem! Wide dispersion it is! +Picard : Just beam him aboard, alright? [pause] ALRIGHT? +O'Brien : Alright. + +[Cut to external view. The Enterprise is gaining on the shuttle. Cut +to shuttle interior. Wesley looks back and sees what's coming.] + +Wesley : So, that's how you want it, huh? FINE! Let's see if you + bastards can do .9! + +[Wesley hits the gas and lurches back with the acceleration. Cut to +external. The shuttle flares and vanishes, leaving a flaming trail +through space. Cut to bridge, where no-one was expecting this.] + +Picard : Shit. [pause] I'm going to have a talk with Dr. Stubbs. +Number One, you have the con. + +[Walks past Riker, who is still stuck in the turbo lift door, and +leaves the bridge.] + +Riker : Uh, sir? Sir! + +------------------------------------------------------------------- +COMMERCIAL BREAK + +[Open with Paramount logo. Then cut to assorted scenes from the first +five Star Trek movies.] + +Announcer : Have you ever wondered what the heroes of Trek were like +when they were young? + +[Cut to party scene. All trek cast members are wearing togas and +singing along to "Louie, Louie"] + +Come back to those crazy academy days, when the entire bridge crew +were members of the wackiest fraternity at Starfleet Academy, Delta +Tau Chi! + +[Cut. Spock is on a ladder watching Nurse Chapel undress. As she +removes her bra, he raises an eyebrow, then falls over backward.] + +Thrill to the wacky antics of Kirk, Spock, and McCoy, as they were +when they were mere cadets! + +[Cut. Kirk, Spock, and McCoy have mistakenly taken their dates to an +all-Klingon bar. Three nasty Klingons walk up.] + +Biggest Klingon : You mind if we dance with your dates? + +Announcer : It's fun! It's crazy! It ignores all established + continuity! But who cares! + +Kirk : TOGA! TOGA! TOGA! + +It's Star Trek VI : Animal Trek! +------------------------------------------------------------------- + +[Scene: the conference room. Everyone is there, including Dr. Stubbs. +Troi is now wearing bikini bottoms and suspenders covering only the +important part of her breasts and is looking quite miffed at the lack +of attention the outfit is getting.] + +Picard : You're telling me you modified that shuttle to be a time + machine? +Stubbs : Yes! You deaf or something? +Picard : You knew the problems time travel caused in the past, and yet + you still built this machine? +Stubbs : Just doing my job. +Picard : Your job- +Stubbs : As stated in section 5, paragraph 6 of the Arrogant + Federation Expert's Handbook, "An Expert must endeavor to be + snotty and arrogant at all times, and to do at least one + incredibly stupid thing whenever he's on board." I'm a plot + catalyst, you boob! If it wasn't for me you'd be stuck be with + another hour of Troi getting people to talk about their + feelings! +Troi [leaping to her feet] : I resent that! +Picard : Sit down, counselor! + +[One of the suspenders breaks. No-one notices. Stifling curses, Troi +sits down again.] + +Beverly: You mean my son's floating out there, God-knows-when? +Stubbs : Oh, I know when! The controls were set for 25 years ago! +Picard : Hmm. So then--Number One, what on Earth is that thing? + +[Riker is popping marshmallows into his mouth with a bizarre-looking +device. He displays it proudly.] + +Riker : It's my official Star Trek V marshmallow dispenser, sir! +Picard : Well, put it away! Unless you brought enough for everyone. So + then, Wesley is in the past and we've no way of getting to + him. +Data : On the contrary, Captain. We could do a Warp 10 slingshot + around the sun. +Geordi : Or use that weird intermix formula from "The Naked Time"! +Data : Or visit the Guardian of Forever. +Picard : Interesting suggestions. Did any of them happen in a TNG + episode? +Geordi and Data : No. +Picard : As I was saying, we've no way of getting to him. Dr. Stubbs-- +Data : But Captain, you mentioned "all the trouble time travel has + caused in the past." This implies that we do have knowledge of + those methods. +Picard : Data? +Data : Yes? +Picard : Shut up. +Data : Yes, sir. +Picard : Dr. Stubbs, what is the worst damage that Wesley could do to + our timeline? +Stubbs : Well, he's only a boy...and he was only sent back 25 years. + I'd say the worst he could do would be to wipe out his own + existence. +Beverly : Oh, no! +Picard : That's all? +Stubbs : Most likely. +Picard : Conference dismissed. +Beverly : WHAT? You're just going to let Wesley die? +Picard [winking at others] : Wesley? Who's Wesley? +Beverly : What do you mean, "Who's Wesley?" +Picard : I don't know any Wesley? How about you, Number One? +Riker : Never heard of him. Worf, you know any "Wesley"? +Worf : No. Should I? +Beverly : You can't do this to me! +Picard : Counselor, what's wrong with Dr. Crusher? +Troi : Hysteria, Captain. Most likely brought on by her seeming + inability to have children. +Picard : Well, if that's the problem, there's an easy cure. Shall we + say my quarters, around eight? +Beverly : YOU BASTARDS! +Data : Captain, perhaps we shouldn't be so eager to let Wesley- +Picard : Data, we - don't - know - anyone - named - Wesley, do we? +Data : We don't? Then who saved our lives in "The Naked Now"? +Geordi : That's right! And in "The Last Goodbye", too! Now that you + mention it, he's made a habit pulling of our butts out of the + fire! +Stubbs : Ooh, that's bad! If he disappears, the entire ship could go + with him! Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a beam to catch. + +[Picard grabs him by the arm.] + +Picard : Can you outfit another shuttle? +Stubbs : How about you draw up some project outlines and I'll get back + to you? +Worf : How about I rip your legs off and shove them up your nose? +Stubbs : Is two hours early enough? + +[Cut to rim of Earth's atmosphere. Suddenly, Wesley's shuttle pops +into existence, leaving a flame trail behind it and hurtling downward +at incredible speed. Wesley looks back and sees the trail.] + +Wesley : That's impossible. Vacuum doesn't burn! YAAAAAHHHH! + +[Wesley realizes where he's headed and slams on the brakes. The +shuttle screeches like a car, and slows, but not enough. It heads for +a building, out of control. Cut to the interior of the building, where +a red-headed teenager is talking on the holophone. It is the young +Beverly, of course.] + +Beverly : And he like acts so superior! I mean, like what a dweeb! Gag + me with a spoon! So, I go, "Jack, why don't you --" + +[The shuttle crashes into her room. A dazed Wesley climbs out.] + +Beverly : Oh, Marge! You won't believe what's happening! This is like + so rad! Gotta go. Wow, what a hunk! Like, are you OK? +Wesley [who is coming down off the tricordrazine] : Mom? I'll never + sample your goodies again, I promise. [passes out] +Beverly : Oh, wow! My helpless brave knight from space! I'll love you + forever! (This is like, totally tubular!) +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +COMMERCIAL BREAK + +[Scene: James Doohan in Scott uniform] + +Doohan : If you love the action and adventure of Star Trek as much as + I do, here's something you'll want to pick up! [Holds up + cassette] That's right, it's the video cassette of Star Trek V + : The Final Frontier. Not many people realize just how useful + this item is! + + ...It makes a wonderful doorstop! + + ...If you buy enough copies, your children can build a fort! + + ...Use it as a talisman to ward off bands of marauding movie + critics! + + [Doohan is relaxing in front of a fireplace.] + + And, at its current closeout price, it's cheaper than + firewood! [Tosses a few cassettes on the blaze] + + Star Trek V! No trekkie should be without several! + [Holds up box one more time, just before he is overcome by + fumes.] + +Announcer : Star Trek V. In packs of 8 in the K-Mart Bargain Bin. +---------------------------------------------------------------------- + +[Scene : Shuttle bay. Shuttle launches as Picard does voice-over] + +Picard : Captains Log, Stardate 45679.1. In order to prevent the + time-traveling Wesley from altering history, an away team + composed of Commander Riker, Commander Data, and Counselor + Troi is traveling back in time to retrieve Wesley before he + does any damage. All of us are hoping for his safe return. + +[Cut to bridge.] + +Picard : Close log. Personal Log. Note : Should Wesley return + safely, use pull with his instructor to get extra gym courses + added to his schedule. Suggest : Getting Hit in the Face 101, + Painful Blows to the Testicles 206, Being Locked in a Cage + with a Starving Lion 403-- + +Worf : Captain, the shuttlecraft is going in circles! +Picard : Shuttle! What's wrong! +Data's Voice : Unknown, sir. We are experiencing a severe weight + imbalance. +Picard : Have Commander Riker sit in the exact center of the craft! + +[Show screen. Shuttle straightens out.] + +Data : Thank you sir. That fixed it. + +[Shuttle picks up speed and vanishes. Cut to Beverly's bedroom of 25 +years ago. Beverly is wrapping Wesley is bandages from head to toe as +he awakens.] + +Wesley: Wha? Where am I? Since when is sickbay filled with stuffed + animals and Depeche Mode : The Next Generation posters? +Beverly: Oh, wow, like, you're awake! I was, like, gettin' worried! +Wesley: Mom? You look real young! +Beverly: Mom? Oh, like that's so sweet! +Wesley: But...but you're not a valley girl! You're a doctor! +Beverly: That's right, we're playin' doctor! Don't worry, we get to + the part where I take off my clothes real soon. +Wesley: The last thing I remember is shooting myself with a hypo. + Before that, I was talking to Dr. Stubbs about his time + machine...which is stuck in your wall!!! +Beverly: Oh, yeah! You're like, gonna have to help me hide that. My + parentals have this, like, major thing about me smashing new + windows in the house. +Wesley [who is starting to sweat]: If I arrived in that, and the + controls were set for 25 years ago...hoo boy. Then you're... +Beverly: Beverly, atcher service! But you can, like, call me Bev! All + my friends do! In fact, [starts to unbutton her blouse and + breath hard] you can call me "love goddess"! +Wesley: Uh, er, mah-Bev! What about Jack Crusher! +Beverly: Jack Crusher? +Wesley: Yeah, that incredibly handsome guy, who, if my calculations + are correct, you should be going out with now. +Beverly: Why would I go out with Jack? He's, like, a walking bag of + hormones! He's wants to take me to the dance tomorrow night, + and, like, I've been looking for a reason to to say no. Well, + now I've got one! +Wesley [to himself]: But, if I remember what she told me... + +[Ripple-fade to memory. Beverly, with her back turned to Wesley, is +describing how she met his father.] + +Beverly: At first, I didn't think much of Jack. But on the way back, + he pulled off to the side of the road and [licks lips] + ...convinced me that we were made for each other. + +[Ripple-fade back to teen Beverly, who has taken advantage of Wesley's +pensiveness to crawl up on him and kiss him passionately.] + +Beverly: Yukk! +Wesley: It's like kissing your brother, isn't it? +Beverly: No, it's like kissing a nerd who's never kissed anyone! But + don't worry! We've got, like, plenty of time to learn! +Voice: Beverly, who are you talking to? +Beverly: You gotta go! + +[Beverly pushes a button and the bed folds into the wall, taking +Wesley with it!] + +Beverly: No-one, Mom! + +[Cut to sky. A new shuttle arrives, much more in control, and makes a +landing in a park. The shuttle door opens and Data, Riker, and Troi +get out.] + +Troi: GASP! HACK! AUGGHH-HUFF! +Riker: Will you stop making such a big deal out of this! You're being + so immature! +Troi: I'm immature?! I'm not the one who blew a fart that filled the + whole cabin! +Riker: What?! +Data: Blew a fart. Broke wind, passed vapors, cut the cheese, popped a + punker-- +Riker: Shut up, Data! It wasn't that bad! *I'm* not choking! +Troi: You were sitting on my face when you did it! +Riker: You used to-- +Troi: YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND YOU'RE DEAD!!! +Riker: Well--Data, is something wrong? +Data: No, Commander. I am merely observing the interaction between + those two teenagers over there. + +[A big teenage boy is threatening a less-muscular, yet strangely +familiar-looking teenage boy.] + +Big Boy: I don't like you froggy exchange students! I think I'll beat + you up! How do you like them apples! +Other Boy: Well, mister, I don't take threats lightly! Here is a + warning shot! [Takes a swing about two inches in front of the + kid's face.] There! That will teach you not to mess with + Jean-Luc-- + +[Big Boy beats the shit out of him] + +Data: I couldn't help noticing your predicament, young boy. Next time + a bully confronts you, why don't you try getting in the first + punch? +Jean-Luc: You mean, actually hit him? +Data: Yes, that would certainly seem to be the logical course of + action. +Jean-Luc: Gee, thanks, mister! I'll try it. Punching him! What a great + idea! Why didn't I think of that! [runs off] +Riker: C'mon Data, we have to find Wesley! + +[They walk off. Camera changes focus on Jean-Luc beating someone up in +the background.] + +Jean-Luc: That's right, Jack, give me all your money, or I'll hit you + some more. Wow! This hitting thing works even better against + kids who *aren't* bullies! + +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +COMMERCIAL BREAK: + +Presenting a once-in-a-lifetime offer to Trekkies everywhere! 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I give it a 9 for plot, an 8 +>>>for characterization and a 0 for class. +>>Frankly I can't see what all the fuss is about. Ho hum. +>That's what I thought you'd say, Mr Eliteist! + ^^^^^^^^ +You misspelled "elitist"! +_____________ +>>>Hey, if this was a time-travel episode, where's Guinan? She's the +>>>time travel expert. Let's pay attention to continuity, okay, guys? +>>She's on vacation, okay? GEEZ! +>Well, if you're so unwilling to accept criticism, you shouldn't have +>written the damn thing! + +[expletives deleted] +------------- +You know, this guy has a lot of nerve flaming me about disk space when + +Well, that's enough examples for now! I bet you just can't wait to +join the exciting mob that is r.a.s! So head on over to your +newsreader and sign up today! + +R.a.s! We're not just a bunch of trekkies. We're a @#$&ING HUGE bunch +of trekkies! +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +[Scene: 10-forward. Picard is talking with Guinan.] + +Guinan: So. What did you want to talk to me about? +Picard: Nothing, really. It just occurred to me that if I don't talk + to you sometime, the analysts on r.a.s are going to have a + fit. This is, after all, a time travel episode. +Guinan: Well, if you're wondering whether there's been any + developments in the time travel mission, I'm afraid I can't + tell you--ulp! +Picard: What is it? +Guinan: Oh...nothing! + +[Cut to 25 years ago. Scene: distance shot of Beverly's apartment +building.] + +Riker: First officer's log, Stardate 45681.8. We have finally found + Wesley and the teenager who will become his mother. + Unfortunately, it seems that the teenage Beverly has formed a + crush on [pffft!] Wesley, and is resisting our attempts to + hook her up with Jack Crusher. I would go into these attempts + in more detail, but this parody has gone on long enough + already. What's worse, she seems to have caught on to the fact + that we want her to date Jack. Data is currently attempting to + retrieve Wesley's shuttle, which is still jammed in the 20th + story wall of Beverly's apartment. + +[Cut to close view of park at the bottom of the building. Troi, Riker, +and Wesley are there, along with Beverly and Jack.] + +Beverly: So, OK, guys! It's time for you to, like, level with me, + y'know? Why is it so mondo-important for me to go out with + this dweeb? +Jack: Because you are my density...detsiny...denisty-- +Wesley: Knock it off, Jack, that didn't work the first time. +Riker: Should we tell her? +Troi: We have to. The dance is tonight. +Riker: Okay, it's like this. We're from the future, see? And this boy + here, he's your son. With Jack. And if you two don't, you + know, then Wesley won't be born and he won't exist to save the + ship in 25 years! +Beverly: This kid here, he's my son? +Wesley: That's right...Mom. +Beverly: Eewwwwwwwwwwwwww! That's gross! Forget it! I'll never marry + Jack! Never! +Data's Voice: LOOK OUT BELOW!!! +Beverly: Huh? + +[Pan back. The shuttle has fallen out of the hole in the wall. It hits +Beverly right on the head. Close up again.] + +Beverly: Ohhhhhh...wowwwww! [passes out] +Wesley: AAAAAAAAH! YOU KILLED MY MOM! OH MY GOD! I'M FADING! I'M + FAAAAAADING! +Troi: Oh, shut up Wesley! She's not dead! Thank God for light + construction materials! + +[Jack runs to her as she regains consciousness.] + +Beverly: Oh Jack, you saved me! +Jack: Uh, well...That's right! I saved you, that's the ticket! +Beverly: My hero! I will marry you! I will! +Riker: I think that's our cue to leave! +Jack: How can I ever thank you guys? +Riker: Just get her good and pregnant. +Jack: I'll do my best, sir! + +[Troi, Riker, Data, and Wesley get in the shuttles and take off. The +shuttles vanish as Jack and Beverly wave goodbye. Cut to present, the +Enterprise bridge.] + +Worf: Two shuttles have appeared out of nowhere, sir! +Picard: Excellent! It appears the mission was a success! Bring them + aboard! + +[Cut to a few hours into the future, as the entire bridge crew is back +to their rightful positions. Wesley looks pulverized, for some +reason.] + +Picard: I must say, it is good to have you all back. Even you, Wesley. + How did you enjoy gym class today? +Wesley [high voice]: Oh fine sir, invigorating! +Riker: Not only did we succeed, sir, but I think we did so without + seriously changing history. +Worf: Sir! Sensors detect a Romulan warbird approaching! +Picard: Great! Blow it up!! +Riker: Sir? +Worf: Phasers and photon torpedos firing, sir! + +[Exterior shot. The warbird goes boom.] + +Picard: Ah, nothing like a good space battle to get the juices + flowing! Picard to sickbay! I've just blown up a Romulan + warbird, and you know what that means! +Beverly: Oh, God! Yes! +Picard: Well, if you'll excuse me, I've some business to take care of. + [Makes eyebrows at Riker.] Number One, you have the con. +Worf: Sir, you are the bitchenest captain in Starfleet! +Picard: Thank you, Worf. Carry on. [Leaves.] +Riker: Of course, I could be wrong. + +[Fin] + ---------- Ryan Mathews + +Internet : mathews@cs.buffalo.edu +Bitnet : mathews%cs.buffalo.edu@ubvm +UUCP :{apple,cornell,decwrl,harvard,rutgers,talcott,ucbvax,uunet}! + cs.buffalo.edu!mathews +------------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +Xref: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu rec.arts.startrek:52398 alt.startrek.creative:19 +Path: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!unix.cis.pitt.edu!jwcst4 +From: jwcst4@unix.cis.pitt.edu (John W Connelly) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: PARODY: Back To The Future, Part II +Summary: sequel to BTTF, TNG +Keywords: parody sequel (who would have guessed?) +Message-ID: <76231@unix.cis.pitt.edu> +Date: 7 Jan 91 18:58:32 GMT +Reply-To: jwcst4@unix.cis.pitt.edu (John W Connelly) +Distribution: na +Organization: University of Pittsburgh, CIS +Lines: 533 + +Here is my followup to the Star Trek parody by Ryan Matthews that I reposted +last week. My sequel contains some of the same text used in its predecessor. +These excerpts have been copied from Ryan's parody without permission. (Hey, +what the hell, he didn't copyright it anyway!) + +Now that we've got the little disclaimer out of the way, on to the program. +(which, by the way, is brought to you with no commercial interruptions! :) + + + + + Back To The Future: The Next Generation + Part II + + Copyright (c) 1991 by John Connelly + + +------------------------------------------------------------------- +[Opening scene: shuttlebay. Wesley is there with the arrogant +scientist Dr. Stubbs, from "Evolution". The two are examining a +shuttlecraft. CRASH! A security team, led by Worf, enters the +shuttlebay.] + +[Voice-over]: Last time on Staaaar Trek: The Next Generation.... + +Worf: Nevertheless, you're coming with us! +Stubbs: You'll never take me alive you fascist- + +[Worf phasers him. The bolt knocks him into Wesley, who accidentally +shoots the whole load of tricordrazine into his leg.] + +Wesley: KILLERS! MURDERERS! + +[He jumps in the shuttle and takes off, breaking the seal.] + +[Cut to external view. The Enterprise is gaining on the shuttle. Cut +to shuttle interior. Wesley looks back and sees what's coming.] + +Wesley: So, that's how you want it, huh? FINE! Let's see if you + bastards can do .9! + +[Wesley hits the gas and lurches back with the acceleration. Cut to +external. The shuttle flares and vanishes, leaving a flaming trail +through space.] + +[Scene: the conference room. Everyone is there, including Dr. Stubbs.] + +Beverly: You mean my son's floating out there, God-knows-when? +Stubbs: Oh, I know when! The controls were set for 25 years ago! + I'd say the worst he could do would be to wipe out his own + existence. +Beverly: Oh, no! +Geordi: Now that you mention it, he's made a habit pulling of our butts + out of the fire! +Stubbs: Ooh, that's bad! If he disappears, the entire ship could go + with him! + +[Cut to Beverly's bedroom of 25 years ago. Beverly is wrapping Wesley +in bandages from head to toe as he awakens.] + +Beverly: Oh, wow, like, you're awake! I was, like, gettin' worried! +Wesley: Mom? You look real young! + +[Cut to sky. A new shuttle arrives, much more in control, and makes a +landing in a park. The shuttle door opens and Data, Riker, and Troi +get out.] + +[A big teenage boy is threatening a less-muscular, yet strangely +familiar-looking teenage boy. Big Boy beats the shit out of him] + +Data: I couldn't help noticing your predicament, young boy. Next time + a bully confronts you, why don't you try getting in the first + punch? +Jean-Luc: You mean, actually hit him? +Riker: C'mon Data, we have to find Wesley! + +[They walk off. Camera changes focus on Jean-Luc beating someone up in +the background.] + +Jean-Luc: That's right, Jack, give me all your money, or I'll hit you + some more. Wow! This hitting thing works even better against + kids who *aren't* bullies! + +[Cut to close view of park at the bottom of the building. Troi, Riker, +and Wesley are there, along with Beverly and Jack. Pan back. The +shuttle has fallen out of the hole in the wall. It hits +Beverly right on the head. Close up again. Jack runs to her as she +regains consciousness.] + +Beverly: Oh Jack, you saved me! +Jack: Uh, well...That's right! I saved you, that's the ticket! +Beverly: My hero! I will marry you! I will! +Riker: I think that's our cue to leave! + +[Troi, Riker, Data, and Wesley get in the shuttles and take off. The +shuttles vanish as Jack and Beverly wave goodbye. Cut to present, the +Enterprise bridge.] + +Worf: Two shuttles have appeared out of nowhere, sir! +Picard: Excellent! It appears the mission was a success! Bring them + aboard! +Riker: Not only did we succeed, sir, but I think we did so without + seriously changing history. +Worf: Sir! Sensors detect a Romulan warbird approaching! +Picard: Great! Blow it up!! +Riker: Sir? +Worf: Phasers and photon torpedos firing, sir! + +[Exterior shot. The warbird goes boom.] + +Picard: Ah, nothing like a good space battle to get the juices + flowing! Picard to sickbay! I've just blown up a Romulan + warbird, and you know what that means! +Beverly: Oh, God! Yes! +Picard: Well, if you'll excuse me, I've some business to take care of. + [Makes eyebrows at Riker.] Number One, you have the con. +Riker: Of course, I could be wrong. + +------------------------------------------------------------------- +[Fade to a *slightly altered* opening sequence. Picard voice-over] + +Space, the final frontier... These are the voyages of the warship +Enterprise. Its continuing mission: To exploit strange, new worlds; to +seek out and destroy new life and new civilizations; to boldly lay claim +on what no one has claimed before... + +------------------------------------------------------------------- +[Scene: Exterior view of the Enterprise in orbit around Earth.] + +Riker: [voice-over] First officer's personal log, Stardate 45702.3. + While the Enterprise awaits completion of repairs to the holodeck + and replicators, I have made a few discreet inquiries into + Captain Picard's service record, which turned up some very + disturbing results. I have ordered Commander Data to furtively + compare all Starfleet records of the past 25 years with those + already stored in his memory, and to report to me in my quarters + along with Counselor Troi upon his completion. + +[Cut to Riker's quarters. Riker is chewing vigorously on some raw +spaghetti and slurping down a can of raw baked beans as he stares +pensively at his viewscreen. The doorchime rings.] + +Riker: Come! + +[Data and Troi enter. Troi is wearing a disturbed look, as usual] + +Riker: Data. Troi. Come in, please. Captain Picard? +Troi: Dr. Crusher has him, er, occupied at the moment. +Riker: Good. Report, Mr. Data? +Data: [whispers] Sir, are your quarters secure? +Riker: Hang on... [To the air] Computer! Dixieland, programs one and + two, volume level 15; begin. +Computer: [pause] But these go to 11. +Riker: Sorry. Volume 8. Begin. [Jazz music fills the room.] + Proceed, Commander Data. +Data: Very well, sir. Your speculations regarding the captain are + correct, commander. He's not the man-- +Riker: What did you say, Data? +Data: I said, he is not the man he was before the away team went back to + the past. +Riker: Oh... [Puzzled, he rubs his beard, glaring at Data.] +Data: In fact, the Federation is not the way it was when we left. It + seems we are now at war with the Romulans, and have been for the + last 18 years. +Riker: My god... +Data: It all began with an unprovoked attack on a Romulan cruiser near + the Neutral Zone, by the U.S.S. Stargazer. +Riker: Picard's first command. +Data: Yes sir. He did not quit with that one cruiser, either, sir. + While on the same three-month patrol of the Neutral Zone, his + vessel initiated attacks against four other Romulan vessels, + including one of their old Birds of Prey. +Riker: One Constellation-class vessel against a Bird of Prey? Was he + out of his mind? +Troi: Not according to Starfleet medical records, Will. But you can + probably guess who wrote *those* medical logs... +Riker: [grumbles] Dr. Crusher. +Data: Yes sir. Your cursory inquiries into Starfleet records may have + led you to believe it was Capt. Picard and Dr. Crusher alone who + were responsible for the changes in the timeline. But it appears + that the success of Capt. Picard's solo campaigns against the + Romulans, combined with the Romulans' belligerent reprisals, led + many high-ranking Starfleet officials to feel that declaring war + would be in the best interests of the Federation. +Troi: And it has been Captain Picard who has led the charge in all the + most successful battles of the past 18 years. +Data: This is true, sir. The Romulan high command says it will not rest + until Captain Picard is dead. +Riker: Hmmm... +Troi: [accusingly] And Commander Data knows why, don't you commander? +Riker: [wheels around on Data] You do? +Data: Commander, I would hypothesize that all of these events are an + indirect result of some advice I gave, while we were in the past, + to a young boy we believe to have been Jean-Luc Picard. +Riker: Are you serious? +Troi: Yes, Will. It seems that Mr. Data saw the young man being beat up + by a bully near Beverly's apartment complex, and he gave this + young man, our future captain, some advice. +Riker: You mean that little wimpy kid was Picard?! What the hell did + you *tell* him, Data? +Data: I advised him to, well, when confronted with a bully, to, er-- +Riker: To WHAT?!?! +Data: To throw the first punch, sir. +Riker: Oh my god... You mean *YOU* are responsible for Picard's + unsolicited attacks against the Romulans? +Data: [pause] It would seem so, sir. +Riker: Why, I oughtta -- + +[Someone else rings the doorchime] + +Riker: Come! + +[Guinan rushes in] + +Guinan: Commander, something's not right with the ship. It just doesn't + feel right. The captain doesn't seem right. I can't explain it. + All I know is, we're not supposed to be at war! +Riker: Um... Guinan, have you mentioned this to the captain? +Guinan: What? Are you nuts?! He didn't believe me the *last* time it + happened; why would he believe me now? +Troi: She has a point, Will. I feel that Captain Picard-- +Riker: Yeah, yeah, we all know what you feel. Well, then, there's only + one thing we can do. We've got to go back and prevent Data from + finding the young Picard. +Guinan: Why not just go back a few days and prevent Wesley from leaving + in the shuttlecraft in the first place? +Riker: What?! After putting in so much work on this parody already? + I'll lead a minimal away team. Mr. Data, you're with me. +Data: Commander, I must point out that while I am an excellent driver-- + er, shuttle pilot, only Dr. Stubbs fully understands the dynamics + of the shuttles' time-travel capabilities-- +Riker: Very well, hes with us. [taps comm pin] Dr. Stubbs, report to + Transporter Room 3. Immediately! +Troi: What about me? +Riker: We'll need you as a diversion, Deanna. Just before we're about + to leave, you'll need to distract Lt. Worf, so the shuttle's + departure will go unnoticed. +Troi: And how shall I do that? +Riker: Oh, just bust another suspender while you're on the bridge, and + let nature take its course. And make sure Captain Picard is + still "occupied" with Dr. Crusher at the time! Data, let's go. + [They leave Troi alone in Riker's quarters. But it's probably + not the first time.] +Troi: [grumbles] Well, at least *someone* may become aroused by this + blasted bikini! [She leaves.] + +[Cut to shuttlebay. Stubbs is waiting impatiently. Riker and Data enter] + +Stubbs: What's the big idea, calling me out of 10-Forward to just stand + around here, twiddling my thumbs? +Riker: Your little "modifications" to our shuttlecraft have caused + history to be altered! So *you* are gonna help us correct it! +Stubbs: What the hellarya talkin' about? +Riker: When we went back to rescue Crusher's little brat from his little + tricordrazine mishap, Data did something which ultimately led us + to war with the Romulans. +Stubbs: Ah, so we're *not* supposed to be at war, then. That's what the + bartender kept telling me. I thought maybe she was wearing her + hat a bit too tight or something, but... Ok, then, let's go. +Data: Remember, Commander and Doctor; we must be careful not to + encounter our other selves while we are in the past. +Stubbs: Yes, yellowman's got a point. That could be disastrous. We'll + need to time this exactly right. +Riker: [taps comm pin] Ensign Crusher, what were the time circuits set + for when you went back to the past? +Wesley: [voice-over] Well, the tricordrazine had me pretty wasted, sir. + But it should be recorded in the shuttle's log. +Data: As should our own arrival time in the second shuttle's log, sir. +Riker: Good. Let's take the second shuttle, then. Data, set the time + controls for 20 minutes prior to our previous arrival. +Data: Aye, sir. [He enters the shuttlecraft, along with Stubbs.] +Riker: [taps comm pin] Deanna, now! + +[Cut to the bridge. The only ones on duty are Worf, a young male ensign +at ops, another one at the conn, and two idiots at the stations behind +Worf's tactical position. Counselor Troi is there, too, though one +could hardly say she is *ever* on *duty*. She rises from her seat.] + +Troi: Mr. Worf? +Worf: What is it?! +Troi: [begins stroking her own thighs] It's awfully cold in here. +Worf: Then put some real clothes on! +Troi: What, you don't like my bikini-suspenders? [The cold is showing.] +Worf: No. They do nothing for me. +Troi: Hmph. Well, maybe they do something for the young ensigns. + +[Troi turns around and heaves her chest, and her right suspender breaks. +The two young men, who have been watching the spectacle with great +interest, leap from their posts and jump her.] + +Worf: Stop it! Return to your posts!! +Troi: [faking screams of ecstasy] Oh shut up, Worf; you had your chance! +Worf: I said RETURN TO YOUR POSTS!! [He leaps from behind tactical to + physically remove the young ensigns, who put up a good fight.] +Troi: [taps comm pin on her other suspender, whispers] Will... NOW! + +[Cut to shuttle interior.] + +Riker: Go, Data! + +[Data punches it to full impulse, clears the bay force field, then +begins to accelerate to the proper speed for time travel. But the +shuttle begins to wobble just before reaching the critical speed. The +shuttle vanishes with a flaming trail.] + + ------------ + +[Scene: Earth, circa 25 years ago. The shuttle arrives, slightly out +of control, but makes a controlled landing nonetheless.] + +Riker: What happened, Data? +Data: [whips out his tricorder] Scanning... Sir, it appears that + significant amounts of a toxic gas were injected into the cabin + moments before the time circuits engaged, throwing off the + circuits and the guidance system as well. [Examines tricorder + readings] Did either of you eat any baked beans today? +Stubbs: What? +Riker: Uh, never mind, Data. Check your chronometer reading. Did we + arrive on time? +Data: No, sir. The guidance failure has thrown us off, and we arrived a + little later than planned. I will encounter the young Picard + only minutes from now. +Stubbs: Oh, great. Now what? +Riker: We've *got* to prevent that encounter, Data! +Data: [pause] I believe I can still accomplish our mission, sir. I + must use the emergency shuttle transporter. +Stubbs: Wait... *what* shuttle transporter?! +Data: The one we introduced in "The Best Of Both Worlds, Part II". +Stubbs: Oh.... +Riker: Data, whatever you're up to, it'd better work! +Data: [straps a transceiver to his arm] Commander, lock onto this + armband and beam me back in exactly 2.3 minutes if you receive no + signal from me. [Riker nods] Energize. + +[Cut to the ground, not far from the shuttle. A big teenage boy is +threatening a less-muscular, yet strangely familiar-looking teenage +boy.] + +Big Boy: I don't like you froggy exchange students! I think I'll beat + you up! How do you like them apples! +Other Boy: Well, mister, I don't take threats lightly! Here is a + warning shot! [Takes a swing about two inches in front of the + kid's face.] There! That will teach you not to mess with + Jean-Luc-- + +[Big Boy beats the shit out of him. As the Data from the previous +episode (Data1) approaches the young Picard, he notices a transporter +materialization beam directly behind him, and turns around, startled.] + +Data1: [puzzled] Lore, is that you? +Data2: I was about to ask you the same question. Are you Lore? +Data1: No, I am Data. +Data2: Well, so am I. +Data1: Then you must be me. Intriguing. You must have travelled back + in time *again*; otherwise, this could not happen. Do you wish + to assist me in helping that poor boy over there? He has been + beat up. +Data2: [pause] Wait! Only one of us is in the proper time continuum! +Data1: Which one? +Data2: [pause] Me! It's me! +Data1: [puzzled] How can you be certain? +Data2: Because... Look! + +[Data2 points to the sky. After so distracting Data1, he reaches over +and pinches his neck. Data1 falls. Data2 then touches his fingers to +one of Data1's temples.] + +Data2: [whispers] "Forget..." [Stands up, looking satisfied] I shall + remember to thank that elderly admiral from "Encounter at + Farpoint" for telling me how to do that. + +[Data2 touches his armband and dissolves in a transporter beam. Cut to +the ground outside the young Beverly's apartment, where the young Jack +Crusher has just run to her aid after her head injury.] + +Beverly: Oh Jack, you saved me! +Jack: Uh, well...That's right! I saved you, that's the ticket! +Beverly: My hero! I will marry you! I will! +Riker: I think that's our cue to leave! +Jack: How can I ever thank you guys? +Riker: Just get her good and pregnant. +Jack: I'll do my best, sir! + +[Cut to the interior of Data2's shuttle.] + +Data: Commander, the two shuttles have just taken off. +Riker: Good, right on schedule. Prepare to launch our shuttle, and + follow their course. But stay out of sensor range! +Data: Aye, sir. +Riker: Dr. Stubbs, upon our return to the Enterprise, you will dismantle + all three shuttles-- +Data: There are only two shuttles, sir. +Riker: Oh... [rubs his beard] Well, whatever. You'll dismantle them, + and then you will be thrown in the brig until we can deliver you + to the nearest Starbase for a hearing. +Stubbs: To hell with that, buddy! I'm goin' to Disneyland! + +[Stubbs grabs Riker's phaser and Data's armband, sets the transporter +controls for Wesley and Troi's shuttle, and beams over to it. Cut to +Wesley's beat-up shuttle. He and Troi are shocked to see Dr. Stubbs +materializing in their cabin.] + +Stubbs: [pointing his phaser] Get out of the chair, boy! Uncle Stubbs + is gonna take us all on a little joyride. Let's see, what would + be a good baseball series to watch? Hmmm... I know! The 1990 + National League East pennant race. The Pittsburgh Pirates and + the New York Mets. Now *that* was some *baseball*! Go get 'em + Buccos! [Sets time controls for late August, 1990 AD] +Wesley: But, but... ! +Stubbs: Shut up, geek! +Troi: Dr. Stubbs, I can feel your hostil-- +Stubbs: Shut up, bitch! + +[Shuttle accelerates, then disappears, leaving the characteristic trail +of flames. So does Data1's shuttle, with Riker1 aboard. Cut back to +Data2 and Riker2's shuttle.] + +Riker: Damn! He's on Wesley's shuttle. +Data: Sir, although Dr. Stubbs intended to alter their destination, both + shuttles engaged their time circuits at precisely the same + instants as they did before. I believe it's safe to as-- +Riker: What did you just say? +Data: I said, I believe it is safe to assume that his change failed to + register, and that both shuttles are, therefore, headed back to + the future. Dr. Stubbs will simply arrive there ahead of time. +Riker: [rubs beard, puzzled again] Very well, Data. Let's follow them + back. + +[Their shuttle accelerates to warp .88 and vanishes in trails of flame.] + + ------------ + +[Scene: the Enterprise bridge, where both Wesley's and Troi's chairs +have been replaced with planters. Just as a sudden flash of light +registers on the tactical display, a rather harried-looking Dr. Crusher +stomps out of the turbolift] + +Worf: Captain, the shuttlecraft has reappeared and is signalling for + landing procedures. +Picard: Very well, Lieutenant. Bring them aboard. +Beverly: So exactly *where* is my son NOW? +Picard: [genuinely surprised] Doctor, what are you talking about? You + don't have a son. +Beverly: Oh, yeah? That's not what Guinan tells me! She says he's the + young ensign who sits at the helm! And what are these plants + doing here, anyway? +Picard: Doctor, those plants were *your* recommendation! +Beverly: But Guinan tells me the ship's counselor sits where you've got + that rhododendron! +Picard: What?! Since when does the ship's counselor have a place on the + bridge?!? + +[The turbolift doors open. Riker and Data step out, and are surprised +by the flora adorning the bridge.] + +Riker: Captain, uh, where's Ensign Crusher? +Picard: Oh, no, not *you*, too?! Was your mission a success? +Riker: Um, sir, have you destroyed any Romulan battlecruisers lately? +Picard: Of course not! Have *all* my senior officers gone mad? +Data: Captain, have you, er... [Glances furtively at Dr. Crusher, who is + looking angrily at Picard] Uh... never mind, sir. We succeeded. +Riker: Wait... where's Deanna? +Picard: Deanna *who*? +Riker: You remember! Your ship's counselor? The one with the big tits? +Picard: Number One, you know our ship's counselor is a Deltan male! And + his name isn't Deanna, it's *Butch*! +Riker: [Under his breath] "Butch", "bitch"; the similarity is uncanny. +Data: Ensign Crusher is missing, as is Counselor Troi. Intriguing. + Captain, Commander, Doctor: I believe I have an explanation. +All: [in unison] WHAT IS IT?! +Data: Dr. Stubbs escaped from our custody moments before Wesley and + Deanna's shuttle was to go back to the future. He beamed himself + onto their shuttle. +Riker: Yeah, he yelled something about going to "Disneyland". +Data: Correct. But once aboard the other shuttle, he muttered through + his armband something about watching the 1990 National League + East pennant race. Thus, it would appear, doctor, that Dr. + Stubbs has taken your son, and Counselor Troi, to the 20th + century to attend a baseball game. +Beverly: Baseball? +Data: Yes, doctor. As in "the great American pastime"; "hotdogs, apple + pie, and Chevrolet"; "buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I + don't care if I ever get bac--" +Beverly: DATA! +Picard: Doctor-- Beverly, please settle down. Mr. Data, if what you're + saying is true, then Dr. Stubbs took them to a time and place + almost four centuries ago. Before any of them were even born! + So why are they not here? Why is there no record of Dr. + Crusher's mythical son or a Counselor Deanna? +Data: It would seem that someone, perhaps they themselves or Dr. Stubbs, + has somehow ensured that they would never be born. +Riker: [ribs Data] Now, just who would want to do that, I wonder? +Data: [ribs him back] Perhaps they all realized the galaxy would be + better off that way, sir? +Beverly: DATA! WILL! Jean-Luc?! +Picard: Ok, enough of this! [Taps comm pin] Mr. LaForge? +Geordi: Yes, captain? +Picard: Prepare for full warp power on my command. +Geordi: Aye, sir. +Picard: Mr. Data, call up the necessary equations for the slingshot + effect. +Data: [puzzled] But, captain, there are no recorded instances of a + Galaxy-class starship ever attempting time travel using the + slingshot effect. Thus, there are no predetermined equations for + us to use. +Picard: Well, then, derive the equations yourself, and feed them into + the navigational computer! +Data: Aye, sir. Processing... +Riker: [to intercom] All hands, secure all stations for full-power warp + maneuvers. All non-essential personnel report to your quarters. +Data: Equations computed, sir. Transferring to conn. +Geordi: [voice-over] Braking thrusters ready on your command, captain. +Picard: Thank you, Mr. LaForge. +Riker: Take us out of Earth orbit, Mr. Data. Set a course for the sun, + one-half impulse power, then engage computerized warp navigation + once we're clear of Mercury. +Picard: [to intercom] All hands, this is the captain. Stand by. [pause] + We're going to Disneyland... + +[The Enterprise cruises past Venus, then Mercury, headed toward the sun. +It then warps around the sun, disappearing behind its corona.] + + + TO BE CONTINUED...?? + + (but certainly NOT by *me*!) + + +:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-: +| John Connelly, 511 LRDC | connelly@unix.cis.pitt.edu |"Klingon sons, you've | +| University of Pgh |=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+| killed my bastard!" | +| Pittsburgh, PA 15260 | CONNELLY@Pittvms.BITNET | --STIII (almost) | +:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-:_:-: + +Path: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!pacific.mps.ohio-state.edu!linac!att!pacbell.com!ucsd!ucbvax!CIE.UOREGON.EDU!rjhall +From: rjhall@CIE.UOREGON.EDU +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek +Subject: PARODY: Back To The Future, Part III +Message-ID: <9101110529.AA09812@cie.uoregon.edu> +Date: 11 Jan 91 05:29:51 GMT +Sender: daemon@ucbvax.BERKELEY.EDU +Lines: 599 + +I thought I would try my hand at continuing John W Connelly's parody sequel +to Ryan Matthews' original parody (again without their permissions). +So here, following a brief excerpt from the end of John's segment, is the +blockbuster conclusion to Back To The Future: The Next Generation! + + + +Picard: Prepare for full warp power on my command. +Geordi: Aye, sir. +Picard: Mr. Data, call up the necessary equations for the slingshot + effect. +Data: [puzzled] But, captain, there are no recorded instances of a + Galaxy-class starship ever attempting time travel using the + slingshot effect. Thus, there are no predetermined equations for + us to use. +Picard: Well, then, derive the equations yourself, and feed them into + the navigational computer! +Data: Aye, sir. Processing... +Riker: [to intercom] All hands, secure all stations for full-power warp + maneuvers. All non-essential personnel report to your quarters. +Data: Equations computed, sir. Transferring to conn. +Geordi: [voice-over] Braking thrusters ready on your command, captain. +Picard: Thank you, Mr. LaForge. +Riker: Take us out of Earth orbit, Mr. Data. Set a course for the sun, + one-half impulse power, then engage computerized warp navigation + once we're clear of Mercury. +Picard: [to intercom] All hands, this is the captain. Stand by. [pause] + We're going to Disneyland... + +[The Enterprise cruises past Venus, then Mercury, headed toward the sun. +It then warps around the sun, disappearing behind its corona.] + + + BACK TO THE FUTURE, PART III: THE NEXT GENERATION + + Copyright (c) 1991 by James Hall + +[Opening scene: Dazzling special effects of a warping Galaxy-class cruiser +emerging from behind the sun, bursting outward. Then weird new-age music +and the distorted voices of our favorite ST:TNG characters can be heard, +while on screen artistically abstract and expensive images of busts of their +faces can be seen. Then a human figure, wearing the portraits of Newton, +Franklin, Edison, and Einstein in quick succession, drops through a pool of +water and whale songs fade off into a tenderly written opening theme. +Cut to the Enterprise main bridge, where our crew, dazed, begins to recover.] + +[From the communication station: Static, and then a voice:] Hey kids! +What time is it? [Kids start singing "It's Howdy Doody time!"] + +Picard: Howdy Doody time?! +Data: That would put us in the year 1955, captain. +Picard: So it seems last night's experiment was a complete success! +Riker: Aye sir, except that we were aiming for 1990. +Worf: Captain. By analyzing the broadcast of what I believe was primitively + called television, I have determined that it is in fact something + even more primitive called a rerun. +Data: Query: rerun? +Crusher: You'll find out. +Riker: What's important is that we might be in any year from 1955 until 2073, + the year television was outlawed and showing reruns become a death + penalty offense. +Picard: Mr. LaForge, Data, immediately begin to calculate our time and + location! + +[Cut to establishing shot of Golden Gate Bridge. The scene is San Francisco, +the time is late twentieth century. We see a crashed shuttlecraft in a grassy +park strewn with trash. Wesley Crusher, Deanna Troi, and Irritating Scientist +Stubbs emerge from the shuttle, in almost a state of shock.] + +Stubbs: The Federation really should inspect its shuttles. With all this + lethal gas leaking out of these lines, how can I ever expect to steer? +Wesley: I think Commander Riker was in this shuttle recently, sir. +Troi: I feel... I feel.... +Stubbs: I feel like I wish you'd lose your telepathic powers so you'd finally + be quiet for a change! +Wesley: Naw, she'd probably just bitch and whine about it the entire episode. +Stubbs: And you're not particuclarly entertaining to be with either, boy. + Of all the officers in Starfleet I had to take as hostages, why did I + have to wind up with the two even more annoying than I am? +Wesley: [Pointing to indentations in the ground] Look! The tracks of a + Klingon vessel! Maybe it's still here, cloaked! +Troi: I sense no presence here. +Stubbs: [Ignoring her] No, they look several years old. The city authorities + have higher priorities than park landscaping, no doubt. +Wesley: I wonder what year we're in, then? +Stubbs: I don't know. My steering was off, and I think we crashed here + earlier than I had originally planned. But no matter. When we found + out what year this is, I'll make a fortune! [Pulls book out from his + pocket. The cover reads "Gray's Sports Almanac."] + +[Cut to Enterprise conference room. The principal crew members are present, +but Troi has been replaced by a male Deltan named Butch. He is bald, and +concentrating on sending pheromones in Beverly Crusher's direction.] + +Data: We have established that we are in the year 1989, sir. +Picard: Excellent, Data! Did you use super-sophisticated carbon dating + techniques, astronomical charts, and chronological scanners? +Geordi: No, we beamed up a newspaper from the ground. [Holds up dirty + newspaper, covered with dust and mud.] +Picard: I see! And by analyzing the dust on the paper, you ascertained that + it had come from the Berlin wall, which fell in 1989! You know your + history, gentlemen! Promotions are in order! +Data: No, sir, actually, we simply read-- +Geordi: [Elbowing Data] That's right, sir, that's what we did! +Riker: But assuming Wesley and Deanna are here, how can we possibly find them? + They could be anywhere on the planet! +Data: There is a theory that time runs in currents, like a river, and that the + same eddies which brought them to a time and place will bring us there + too. Or, we could count on complete coincidence. +Beverly: Maybe we could look through the Enterprise's historical records. If + my son, whom Guinan assures me was brilliant, wound up in the past I'm + sure he left his mark somehow! +Butch: If you're so concerned about having a son, I would be glad to assist. +Beverly: Oh, go away, ugly! Bald humans turn me on, but not weird aliens! +Butch: Oh well, mustn't take advantage of sexually immature species, must + remember my oath of celibacy. +Picard: If it concerns you, Lieutenant, remember we have a top-class holodeck. +Geordi: Oh no, Captain, the holodeck women still don't put out. I've made + that repair my top priority. +Data: [Who has been reading a computer screen on which information is flowing + by impossibly fast.] Captain, look at this. [The screen shows the + image of a tombstone.] +Picard: [Reading aloud] "Irritating Scientist Stubbs, shot in the back by + Willie Horton over a matter of 80 dollars!" Well! It seems one of our + three problems has solved itself! Now if we can just dispose of the + other two the same way.... +Beverly: Jean-Luc! +Picard: Heh heh, just teasing. I'm sure they can't be worse fixtures on the + bridge than those plants you had us put on the bridge instead. +Data: Pardon me, sir, but you have not met them. I have! +Beverly: Data! +Data: Sorry, did I say something wrong? Pardon me for breathing, which I + never do anyway so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God I'm so + depressed. +Geordi: But Data, I thought Soong mistakenly installed that Genuine People + Personality chip into Lore instead of you! +Data: _You_ thought? _You_ thought? Brain the size of a planet and you're + trying to tell me what _you_ thought! Please call me Eddie if it will + help you relax. +Picard: And Mr. LaForge, you will fix Data at the earliest opportunity. +Geordi: After the holodeck, of course. +Riker: So, now that we know where they'll end up, I'll beam down in period + costume and bring them home! + +[Next scene: Commander Riker in the transporter room, dressed in quaint and +mismatched clothes, including a bowler hat and plus-fours.] + +Riker: Are you sure this costume's authentic? +Worf: Of course it's authentic! Security computers have complete disguise + information for all cultures and periods! +Riker: Well, okay. But I don't think a great hero like James T. Kirk would + wear clothes like this. Energize! +O'Brien: This is my only line. + +[The transporter chief waves his hands over the console, and Riker disappears +into the special effect. Then, at a twentieth-century graveyard, Riker +materializes.] + +Riker: Well, this is where Dr. Stubbs' tombstone will be erected. I hope I + can find them from here. +Troi: Will! +Riker: Oh Deanna, I liked you better when you called me Bill. +Wesley: How'd you find us, Commander? +Riker: One of Data's two theories must have been correct. You must all come + with me at once! +Stubbs: Hold it, bowler hat, I came here to watch baseball, and I'm not + leaving! +Riker: Oh yes you are, Doctor. Better take a look at this! [Produces a hard + copy of the photo of Stubbs' tombstone] +Stubbs: Why, this is dated next week! What kind of a life is that? Okay, + I've changed my mind. +Riker: Good. Riker to Enterprise! +Stubbs: Wait a minute, this says it was dedicated to me by the loving Sara + Scenery. +Riker: Riker to Enterprise! +Stubbs: But I don't know any Sara Scenery. After time travel, I've always + considered women to be the other great mystery of the universe! + Maybe I'd rather stay after all! +Riker: Dammit! +Troi: Will, what's wrong? I sense you're upset. +Riker: When they changed me into these silly clothes, they forgot to give me + my communicator button! We're trapped here! +Wesley: Don't worry, we can use the shuttlecraft! It's totalled, but I'm + sure I can repair it with stone knives and bearskins. +[Off-screen feminine voice:] Help! + +[The characters look toward the voice. They see a large ravine or channel, and +helplessly driving toward it on a moped is a young woman. Instantly smitten, +Doctor Stubbs heroically runs toward her.] + +Woman: Help! +Stubbs: I'll save you! +Woman: Look out! It's out of control! + +[Riker, Troi, and Wesley stand transfixed - the woman somehow seems familiar +to them. Stubbs, meanwhile, throws himself in front of the runaway moped an +instant before it crashes down into the channel. Stubbs, run over, rolls +about on the ground in agony. The woman, saved, runs over to him.] + +Woman: Oh thank you, kind sir! I was almost a goner! My name is Sara Scenery! +Wesley: Commander! I think she was supposed to die in that ravine. +Riker: How do you know? +Wesley: Well, I grew up in this area, and I know this channel was supposedly + named after a teacher who died in it -- it's called The Scenery + Channel! +Troi: So by saving her life, Doctor Stubbs has changed history! +Riker: Oh no! According to my tricorder, Sara Scenery was a great peace + activist who, now that she's alive, manages to convince President Bush + to stay out of the Persian Gulf War! Then Saddam Hussein, who's worse + than Hitler, will enslave the entire planet and the Federation will + never have existed! +Sara: Are you all right sir? +Stubbs: Ooooh.. except for my broken bones, I'm fine, my dear. +Riker: [Angrily banging tricorder] No, that can't be right, Ziggy's giving + me problems again! I know the Federation still exists, but somehow + history was changed so that you two never existed. We still have to + find out how. + +[Troi and Wesley are now getting a better look at Sara Scenery. She looks +almost like a cross between Gates McFadden and Majel Barrett. When this is +filmed, no doubt there will be a suitable actress available. Then again, we +can just pretend, just as we can just pretend the TOS Klingons had skull +ridges.] + +Troi & Wesley: You're my mo-- you're my mo-- Who are you? +Sara: I'm the new schoolmarm, and I'd be dead now if this kind gentleman + hadn't saved me. But I'm almost glad now that snake spooked my moped, + otherwise we would never have met! What's your name, handsome? +Stubbs: Uh, I.S. Stubbs, at your service! Do you like baseball by any chance? +Sara: I love baseball! When I was a little girl I was ill and my father + gave me a telescope which I used when I had to stay alone in my bedroom. +Stubbs: And you used it to watch baseball games at the nearby stadium? +Sara: No, silly, I used it for, um, well, never mind! + +[Next scene: The group are back in the park, examining the crashed +shuttlecraft. Stubbs closes the hatch wearily.] + +Stubbs: It's no use. The dilithium crystals have burned out. And there will + be no dilithium mines opened up for over a hundred years. We're stuck + here, and I'm going to die next week! Oh well, Sara, maybe you can + show me what you use that telescope for now.... +Riker: Wait, Doctor, you can't give up! Isn't there any alternative you + could use? We could collect radiation from a nuclear wessel or + something, couldn't we? +Stubbs: It's no good! We'd have to generate 1.21 gigawatts of power. And the + only thing with that kind of power is a massive earthquake? +Wesley: [Reading Stubbs' copy of "Gray's Sports Almanac"] A what? +Stubbs: A massive earthquake! And you never know when one of those is going + to strike! +Wesley: [Holding ththe Almanac open to a page and showing it to Stubbs] + We do now! +Stubbs: Of course! This is it! According to this, a World Series game will + be interrupted by a massive earthquake right here in San Francisco + tomorrow afternoon! We're saved! +Sara: Oh I.S., that's wonderful! By the way, why won't you tell me what + your initials stand for? + +[While Sara and Stubbs are working on the shuttle, preparing it for the next +day's earthquake, Riker, Troi, and Wesley have retired to a San Franciscan bar.] + +Wesley: [Studying tricorder] Okay, Commander, Lieutenant, I think I've + figured it out. Sara Scenery was supposed to die in The Scenery + Channel, all right. But now that she hasn't, Fred Troi Crusher, a + distant ancestor of both me and Deanna, will marry her instead of + marrying her sister, Sally Scenery! Sally is also a distant ancestor + of the two of us, but now that she doesn't marry Fred, her offspring + never form the Troi and Crusher clans! That's why neither of us + exist in the future anymore! +Troi: What are we going to do? +Riker: Well, maybe it's for the best. Can't get in the way of Dr. Stubbs' + true love.... +Troi: Will! How could you betray us like that! +Riker: But Wesley, if Sara is with Stubbs, tthat means Fred will be free to + marry Sally after all, right? +Wesley: You forget, Stubbs dies next week. Sara will meet Fred after that. +Riker: Still seems like the best result to me.... +Off-camera voice: Oh, Riker! + +[Surprised, Riker turns to confront a large, bearded, drooling ape of a man. +He swaggers over to their table, but then stops, surprised himself.] + +Man: I thought I told you never to come in -- You're not Seamus Riker. You + look like him though, especially with that bowler hat! What's your + name? +Riker: Um.... Kirk. James T. Kirk. +Man: Call me Willie Horton. That's not my real name, of course, but it's + kind of a politcal statement, you know? Well, James T. Kirk, you're + kind of cute. Want to join me in my hot tub and watch Clint Eastwood + movies? +Wesley: What kind of bar is this, anyway? +Troi: Just say no, Will! +Riker: Quite the moralizer, aren't you? Well, maybe I'd just prefer this + guy to a whining telepath like you after all! +Troi: I'll tell my mother! +Riker: All right, all right, I was only kidding. [Stands up.] No, Willie! +Horton: No? No? Since when did you become the physical type? [Now gets a + better look at the standing Riker.] Or maybe you're just a fatso! + +[A dramatic chord sounds. Riker stands up straighter, and takes a waddling +step toward Horton.] + +Riker: Nobody ... calls me ... fatso. +Horton: [Pulls out an AK-47] Draw! +Riker: [Pulls out a phaser, consciously imitates James T. Kirk] Shoot to kill! +Bouncer: Guys! Guys! What's going on here? +Horton: Oh, ah, notthing. [Puts away gun.] You just better watch your back, + Kirk! + +[Horton wanders off and picks up a young Oriental boy. The credits can show +that this is Sulu's ancestor who didn't appear in ST4. The fans at r.a.s +appreciate this kind of tie-in.] + +Wesley: Commander, look! + +[The photo of Stubbs' gravestone has been altered. Instead of saying +"Irritating Scientist Stubbs," it now shows that "James T. Kirk" has been +shot in the back by Willie Horton.] + +Riker: Oh no! We've changed history again! Now we've really got to get out + of here! + +[Troi and Wesley fall all over themselves with laughter.] + +Wesley: April Fool! I just retouched the picture with my portable airbrush! + Ha ha ha! +Riker: When I get through with you two, you'll wish you had never been born! + Just like the rest of us! + +[Cut to, exterior, day. The shuttlecraft has been rigged for time travel. +Stubbs regards his work and repairs with pride. Sara, who spent the night +with him, regards her telescope wistfully.. Troi, Wesley, and Riker, who +spent the night elsewhere, walk into the park and approach the shuttle.] + +Stubbs: There! All finished! +Sara: Oh, I.S., yoou men are all alike! +Stubbs: But what do you mean, my dear? +Sara: Have your way with a woman and then spend the rest of the night working + on shuttlecrafts or gambling or whatever! +Stubbs: I do not gamble! +Sara: [Tenderly] You're quoting Pete Rose. +Stubbs: Oh yes, Pete Rose. Yes, he was my favorite baseball player when I + was a boy. +Sara: When you were a boy? What do you mean? You're older than he is! +Stubbs: Oh, um, I mean, when my mental development was that of a boy. +Sara: I can believe that! Must not have been very long ago! +Riker: [Pulling Stubbs aside] Doctor, what are we going to do about her? +Stubbs: Take her with us, of course. +Riker: But she doesn't belong in our time! +Wesley: Commander, she was meant to die in The Scenery Channel anyway. If + she stays here, Deanna and I will never be born! +Riker: I know! She stays here, and that's an order! +Stubbs: But if we take her with us, history will be restored. I don't take + orders from you, mister. I have higher obligations, like preserving + the true course of nature, getting laid, and so on! +Sara: What are you talking about? +Stubbs: Darling, we're from the future, and we're taking you with us. +Sara: Oh, I understand, I.S. I understand that you think so little of me + that you can tell an outrageous lie like that, just because I like + Pete Rose! +Wesley: Well, he was known for outrageous lies.... [Is kicked by Troi.] +Stubbs: But Sara, it's not a lie. This afternoon, there will be an earthquake, + and it will send 1.21 gigawatts of power through this rod into the + dilithium flux capacitor, and you will come with us to the 24th + century! +Sara: Nobody tells me where to go! [Runs away.] +Stubbs: Oh no, my heart is broken! +Troi: Oh no, now she'll steal Fred Troi Crusher from my ancestor! +Wesley: And we'll never be born! +Riker: [Grins.] Never mind that, we have a real problem. How are we going + to get the shuttlecraft to warp .88? +Wesley: I know! I could trade the secret of warp technology to some engineer + for a booster rocket that could push us to that speed? +Riker: But wouldn't that change history? +Wesley: How do we know he didn't invent the thing? +Riker: That works for me! +Troi: Will, I'm sensing you're taking a real cavalier attitude toward your + responsibilities and your mission. +Riker: Oh, you're just upset because you'll never be born. So, Wesley, do + you think you could whip up some Presto logs to make a primitive Earth + rocket burn hot enough to push us to warp .88? +Wesley: Yeah, no problem. + +[The next scene: Stubbs, Riker, Troi, and Wesley are in the shuttlecraft. +Riker looks pleased with himself, but the others are all gloomy.] + +Riker: According to the Sports Almanac, the major earthquake is scheduled to + hit in precisely five minutes. Is everybody ready? + +[Unenthusiastic moans of assent.] + +Riker: Good. Doctor Stubbs, you climb in back and turn on the booster rocket, + and feed Wesley's color-coded Presto logs into it. +Stubbs: Why me? +Riker: Because at the instant of the earthquake, we'll be flying over the + stadium, and you'll get a good view of the game. +Stubbs: But according to this, the earthquake happens before the game! The + game will be called off! +Riker: Look, Doctor, are you going to let a little book like this rule your + life? You have free will! The future is what you make it, so make it + a good one! +Stubbs: Oh, all right. I don't want to be cramped up in here with you anyway. + You've been eating beans again. + +[Doctor Stubbs exits. Now we hear Willie Horton's voice bellowing from +outside.] + +Horton: Hey, Kirk! +Riker: Engage! +Horton: Hey, Kirk! Come out here and fight! Or are you a fatso? + +[Dramatic chord. Riker stands up, exits the craft, and faces Horton.] + +Riker: Nobody ... calls me ... fatso. +Horton: Okay, Kirk! It's you and me! Right here! Right now! +Riker: Sorry, Willie, I'm strictly AC. +Horton: It's too late for that, punk! You had your chance, but now.... + [Draws AK-47.] +Riker: Well, Doctor Stubbs, aren't yu going to give me any last minute + advice about maturity and not picking fights and letting people call + me names? +Stubbs: Blow him away, Horton! + +[Horton blasts away with his submachine gun. Riker gasps and falls to the +ground. Horton bows to Stubbs happily and approaches the corpse. Suddenly, +however, Riker lifts his phaser and lets a stun blast hit Horton full on +the chest. Dazed, Horton staggers a couple of steps and falls, unconscious, +into a spot of the park the dogs have used as a place to relieve themselves.] + +Riker: Bullet-proof vest. [Stands up and brushes dirt from his clothes.] +Stubbs: You were wearing a bullet-proof vest? +Riker: No, I ate one last night. Well, I was hungry! +Stubbs: Unfortunately, it seems to have worked. Get inside, there is no time + left! + +[Riker leaps into the shuttle just as the booster rocket explodes into flame +and the shuttle is thrust forward at stunning speed. Stubbs hangs on to the +back precariously.] + +Wesley: Time circuits on, sir. +Riker: Set them for the date we originally came from! +Wesley: I'll try, sir, but unfortunately, this chronometer is calibrated to + months, days, and years. I have no idea what month, date, and year + the last stardate we were at translates into! +Riker: What? +Wesley: There is no consistent correspondence! Some stardates are longer than + others, and sometimes the date actually decreases during the show! +Riker: All right, kid, guess! + +[Wesley sets a date into the time circuits, crossing his fingers.] + +Troi: What about the Enterprise? +Riker: What about it? +Troi: You beamed down to Earth from it, so it must be in orbit at this time + zone. That must be how you arrived here. We can't leave it behind! +Riker: Well, we have no way to communicate with it, so when it sees us blast + off into the future, we'll have to hope they know that's the signal + to time warp back home. Data will figure it out somehow. + +[Cut to exterior shot. The rocket and shuttle are flying low across the +ground. People look up at the sight. Doctor Stubbs throws the three time- +release Wesley-designed Presto logs into the rocket engine. Suddenly, with +an explosion, the rocket and shuttle leap forward with fantastic acceleration.] + +Stubbs: Whoa!! Help! + +[He begins trying to pull himself into the side door of the shuttlecraft. +Several minutes of tense camera action can be squeezed out of this. Suddenly, +just as Stubbs reaches the shuttlecraft door, the rocket explodes again and +leaps forward with even more fantastic acceleration. Stubbs is almost thrown +off, hanging on for dear life.] + +Riker: Whee! This is fun, guys! + +[The shuttle flies over the baseball stadium. Suddenly the ground starts +shaking as the earthquake begins. Cut to Sara, in the stadium, who reacts +to the earthquake with joy. She looks up in time to see the shuttle and +rocket combination, with Stubbs hanging off the side.] + +Sara: Oh, I.S.! It was all true! Take me with you! + +[Stubbs reaches down to grab her just as he passes over her. However, he +loses his grip on the shuttle and falls off, into Sara's arms. An instant +later, the third Presto-log in the rocket explodes, the shuttle accelerates +to warp .88, just as its rod into the dilithium flux capacitor strikes the +flagpole over the baseball stadium, transmitting 1.21 gigawatts from the +earthquake into the time circuits and sending the shuttle into the future. +Yes, this has all been timed with the amazing precision typical of the end +of movies. A flaming trail shoots up behind where the shuttlecraft was, +arcing into the heavens. Meanwhile, the rocket is left to slam into the +bottom of The Scenery Channel, which will henceforth be named The Kirk +Channel.] + +[Cut to Enterprise bridge. The viewscreen shows the Earth from a low orbit, +and then the shuttle's fire trail can be seen arcing up into view.] + +Data: Captain! Sensors show the temporal shuttlecraft has traveled back into + the future! +Picard: Any sign whether Riker is aboard it? +Geordi: According to this scan, there are three life forms aboard. +Picard: That would be Stubbs, the counselor, and Beverly's son. Well, we + don't really need Riker anyway. This should be a good trade. +Data: Excuse me, Captain, but you have not met them. I have. +Picard: Nevertheless. Prepare for time warp back home. +Geordi: Warp formulas ready. +Data: Course plotted. +Picard: Engage. And quickly, we don't want that fat oaf of a first officer + to catch up to us! + +[The Enterprise is seen warping toward the sun, passing Venus and Mercury.] + +[Cut to interior of the shuttlecraft. Riker, Troi, and Wesley see a space +scene, black with a field of white brilliant stars.] + +Riker: Are we home? +Wesley: _You_ are. Deanna and I don't exist! +Troi: Look, Will, the Enterprise! +Riker: Approach the shuttle bay, prepare for boarding! + +[Even without communications, the Enterprise slows to accept the shuttle. +We see the shuttle entering the bay, where the Enterprise crew is assembled. +The shuttle lands, the field cuts in, and the three time travelers exit. +Beverly runs forward to embrace her son. She is older than we remember her.] + +Beverly: Wesley! You're home! But you're a teenager again! +Wesley: Mom? +Beverly: Oh no! I don't want to live through those years again You were an + insufferable geek! +Wesley: Well, she remembers me, so we must have fixed history, but we've gone + into the future! +Riker: Hmmmm! + +["Dad!" we hear. Sure enough, it's Jean-Luc from "Future Imperfect."] + +Troi: It's your kids! Something has got to be done about your kids! +Riker: I agree. Let's get out of here! + +[Then Admiral Picard, complete with beard, strides regally up to Riker.] + +Picard: Captain! It's good to see you again! I trust you enjoyed your -- +Riker: Shut up! + +[Picard looks stricken at Riker's impertinence. A heavily armed Worf runs up, +followed by other nameless security people, waving nasty blasters. Riker +grabs a hover board from young Jean-Luc's arms, rides around on it for a while, +giving the security team a merry chase, and finally eludes them and regains +the shuttle. Wesley and Troi are already aboard.] + +Riker: Try again! Let's go back a few years! +Wesley: We need 1.21 gigawatts of power! We still don't have any dilithium + crystals! +Riker: Cannibalize this hover board -- and hurry! + +[Shot of the shuttlecraft exiting the Enterprise docking bay. The Enterprise +turns around to intercept, but suddenly it flashes out of existence, leaving +behind the cheshire cat-like fire trail. Then cut to shuttle interior.] + +Wesley: There's the Enterprise. +Riker: Okay, let's try again. + +[Again the shuttle docks. Again the Enterprise crew is present. They look +normal this time.] + +Picard: Welcome home, Number One. The beard looks nice on you. +Troi: We've gone back to the first season! +Riker: Close enough! We're home! + +[The crew, reunited, greet each other happily. Suddenly there is a flash, a +bang, and a twentieth-century Earth-type rocket appears in the hangar. +Stubbs pokes his head out, grinning.] + +Stubbs: Riker! It runs on batteries! +Announcer: Still going! Nothing outlasts the Energizer! They keep going, + and going, and going.... +Sara: I didn't much like Fred Troi Crusher, so I stayed with I.S. So your + history was restored after all! +Stubbs: Meet our two boys: Pete, and Rose! +Sara: Genetically engineered, of course. I love the man, but I don't want to + sleep with him! +Rose: I hate this stupid name! When I grow up, I'm going to be called Khan + and rule the world! +Worf: A good ambition, boy! As the Klingon proverb goes, revenge is a dish + best served cold. +Rose/Khan: Klingon proverb, eh? Thanks, I'll remember that! +Stubbs: Come on, boys! Let's go home! + +[The rocket ship lifts itself into the air, flashes, and vanishes. Then +we see stock footage of the Enterprise warping off into the sunset.] + + THE END + + +------------ +R.J. Hall rjhall@cie.uoregon.edu Q-Link: Rjhall +"You'll live to regret it if I have you shot." - Major Neuheim +"Thank you, God! Thank you so bleeding much!" - Basil Fawlty +"REMEMBER, the Human Body is a wonderful thing, and it deserves + a decent-sized suitcase." - Dr. Fegg +"Who needs morality? We have a lawyer! How convenient!" - Church Lady +(: Expression is copyrighted, but ideas are as free as the air *cough*choke* :) + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/baptismb b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/baptismb new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7e2a2679 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/baptismb @@ -0,0 +1,511 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!wupost!ukma!netnews.louisville.edu!wkuvx1!kinnema +From: kinnema@wkuvx1.bitnet (Mark Kinney, Attorney at Chaos) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Baptism By Fire [REPOST:1-4] +Message-ID: <1992Sep28.143734.2761@wkuvx1.bitnet> +Date: 28 Sep 92 14:37:34 CDT +Organization: Western Kentucky University, Bowling Green, KY +Lines: 501 + +Okay, here's the whole unabridged version. I think I got most of the +spelling errors in this one, too.... + +For all who wanted it... + +STAR TREK::Baptism By Fire [The Complete Version] + + "Captain's Log, Stardate 47123.1. We have just completed a +replenishment stop at Starbase 2, and are currently on our way to +Fomalhaut, the last known location of the science vessel USS Bloch. +Contact was lost seven standard days ago, and we have been assigned to +discover the reason why, and implement emergency measures should they +become neccessary." + Jean-Luc Picard flipped off the recording device and swivelled his +chair to watch the stars in the window streak by. The day had been long, +and he found himself more easily distracted than usual. He almost didn't +notice the door signal some time later. + "Come," he said when he finally noticed. + The door slid open to reveal his visitor as Commander William +Riker. Riker strode over to the Captain's desk. + "Sir, we're entering the Fomalhaut system." + + On the bridge, Picard asked for a status report. + "There appears to be no activity in the system," Lieutentant Worf +announced from tactical. + "The system is scattered with debris," added Commander Data. "In +addition, Fomalhaut itself seems to be unusually active, as sensors are +detecting pockets of plasma at varying distances from the surface of the +star." + "Any sign of the Bloch?" Picard asked. + "Captain, something is comeing out from behind one of the planets," +Worf said. "It appears to be a ship of some sort." + "I agree, Captain," Data said. "It appears to be a Miranda class +starship." + "Visual," Picard commanded. Worf activated the viewscreen, which +displayed the image of a Miranda class starship slowly moving from behind +one of Fomalhaut's three sattelites. + "It appears to be adrift, sir," Data observed. + It was now apparent that the ship was spiraling. The saucer was +soon at such an angle to reveal the call number and name: NCC-14351 USS +BLOCH. + "Troi?" Picard turned to his ship's counselor. + "I don't sense anything at all, Captain. Absolutely nothing." + "Data?" + "Sensors indicate that the Bloch has been subjected to extreme heat +stress. I detect no life forms on board." + "On one of the planets, then?" + "Checking... No, I detect no indication of life. However, sensors +are detecting other derelects coming out from behind the blind zone behind +the star," Data said. + "I detect them too," Worf verified. "Several unknown, one +identified as a Romulan Bird of Prey-" + "Bird of Prey!?" Riker interrupted. "Romulan!? Didn't they stop +using those almost a century ago?" + "Indeed, Number One," Picard answered, not sure of what to make of +these developments. "Continue, Lieutenant." + A more annoyed look than usual crossed Worf's face, and then he +continued. "One ship indicative of a First Federation craft, and one Orion +design." + "Hmm," Picard emitted. "It seems we're dealing with an interstellar +Sargasso." + Data looked at Picard with his "what are you talking about" look, +and then made the connection. "Indeed sir, except that there is no +overabundance of acquatic plant life in this-" + "Data!" + "Sorry sir." + "What about the other ships?" + "Sensors indicate heat stress similar to that indicated on the +Bloch." + Picard paced accross the bridge once. "Number One, prepare an +away team to go aboard the Bloch. I want to find out what happened to the +crew." + Riker signalled to Worf and Data, and then tapped his communicator. +"Commander LaForge, Doctor Crusher, report to transporter room two." + + The transporter room of the Bloch was a shambles, and a seriously +toasted shambles at that. Exposed wiring from some of the melted polymer +walls still smouldered. Amid all of this was a flash of blue light and the +arrival of Riker's away team. + Data immediately checked his tricorder, and verified no life on +board the ship. + "Okay," Riker said. "Geordi, Worf, check engineering and see if +this ship can still go. Data, Doctor, come with me." + The first sight outside of the transporter room was the charred +body of an Andorian. + + "There's a signal coming in from the Bloch captain," the ensign at +tactical announced. + "On screen." + Commander Riker appeared in the foreground, with Beverly Crusher +and Data analyzing something in the background. + "Captain, the entire crew seems to have been burned to death," +Riker said. + "Was there a fire?" Picard asked. + "Data says that the damage on board was not consistent with a +shipboard fire, just exposure to extreme heat in certain areas. Crusher +says the crew was essentially... baked." + "Actually, Commander, the word 'broiled' would probably-" Data +interrupted before being stopped by Doctor Crusher. + Picard let loose a heavy breath. "Very well, Number One. How +about engineering?" + "LaForge says the engines are inoperable. Would you believe the +dilithium crystals are *melted*?" + Picard looked vaguely surprised, then shrugged it off, adding +"Gather your team and beam back aboard, then. Engineering, lock tractor +beam onto the Bloch." + Counselor Troi approached the Captain. + "Captain, I'm sensing a very strong anxiety," she said. + "From the crew? The away team?" + "No... I don't really know where it's coming from." + "Captain, there's a plasma surge from the star heading our way," +the helmsman announced. + "Computer, locate the away team," Picard snapped. + "The away team is in transporter room two," the female voice of the +computer answered. + "Good. Helm, move us out of the way." + Riker, Data, and Worf soon arrived back on the bridge, and resumed +their stations. Worf almost immediatly barked, "Captain, another ship +detected emerging from the blind zone." + "It appears to be immoble, Captain," Data added. "I would speculate +that our movement caused us to discover it. + "Can you give me a visual?" Picard asked. + The viewscreen shifted sights to the new contact, revealed to be a +huge, irregularly surfaced, high-tech cube. + "Raise shields, red alert!" Picard commanded as the Borg ship came +into full view. Despite their obvious sighting, though, the Borg ship made +no move toward the Enterprise. + "Data, could the Borg have done all this?" Riker asked. + "The damage the other ships were subjected to is inconsistant with +Borg weapons technology," the android said. "Also, some of the derelects +clearly predate the Borg's presence in this area of the galaxy. In any +event, sensors show that the Borg has sustained even greater damage than any +of the other ships present." + Captain Picard straightened his tunic and sat down in the command +chair, clearly in deep thought. This was interrupted by alarm klaxons and +an earthquake-like shuddering. + "What's happening?" Picard said, almost yelling. + "It's the plasma emmision we were evading," Data answered, tapping +various buttons on his control console. "It seems to have followed us, +sir." + "Followed us?" Picard asked, sharply cutting off the end of his +question. + "Captain," Worf announced. "The plasma burst is gathering and +subjecting our rear shields to-" Worf stopped when something on his +console beeped. He checked, and then said "Rear shields breached, sir." + In the meantime, Data had switched the viewscreen to a visual of +the events, showing many points of light swirling about in back, playing +against the shields in a bright blue glow, followed by a white flash and +the light points rushing towards the Enterprise's warp nacelles. + + In engineering, Commander Geordi LaForge was working to divert more +power to the rear shield when he felt the shuddering that accompanied the +shield collapse. We was about to report it when he started reading extreme +heat in the warp nacelles. The next thing he knew, the Jefferies Tube +openings had what appeared to be fireflies pouring out of them, if +fireflies had made a habit of flying about in plasma. + An ensign approaching from the rear areas inadvertantly walked into +one of these things, before Geordi could warn him off. His uniform, +despite being fire-resistant, immediately burst into flame. The fire +control units began activating. + + On the bridge, Worf was reading off damage control reports from all +over the ship. + Deanna Troi looked increasingly uncomfortable, and approached the +Captain. + "It's them," she said. + "What?" + "Those things," Troi pointed to the lights on the viewscreen. +"They're the source of the anxiety." + "You mean they're alive!?" + "That would be a reasonable hypothesis, considering their behavior, +Captain," Data added. + "Captain," Worf interrupted. "There are reports coming in from +around the ship that our fire control units are ineffective against the +creatures themselves." + As those words finished leaving the Klingon's mouth, an array of +the firefly like lights burst out from one of the turbolift shafts. It +zipped toward the front of the bridge. Worf pulled out his phaser and +fired at it, managing nothing better than shooting through it and burning +an irregular black line into the wall. In the meantime, the thing was +catching the bridge carpeting on fire, and fire control units were putting +the fires out just as fast. However, just as they had heard, the force +fields did nothing to whatever this creature was. + Data, meanwhile, had opened a compartment at the foot of the +viewscreen, and pulled out an old style fire extinguisher. He aimed at the +lights and activated it. After several seconds, the lights faded out. He +tapped his communicator. + "All hands, this is Commander Data. Use personal fire extinguishers +on these points of light." + "Data," the captain said. "Can you detect thse things on board the +ship?" + "Checking," Data said as he sat back down at his station. "I can, +sir." + "All transporter rooms," Picard commanded over his communicator. +"this is the Captain. We're sending you locations on these things that +have invaded the ship. I want them beamed out as far as possible at widest +possible dispersion." + Picard looked at Data, the fire extinguisher still at the android's +feet. He decided to save the questions for later, though. + "Bridge to engineering." + "Engineering, LaForge here." + "Engine status?" + "The warp engines have sustained some rather heavy damage. Warp +speed is impossible in their condition." + "Can you give me full impulse?" + "Yes, Captain." + "Make it so. Helm, get us to the outer edge of the system. +I want all officers in the conference room in five minutes." + + "Analysis?" Picard asked his assembled officers. + "They appear to be entities composed of living plasma," Data said. + "Intelligent?" + "They have a rudimentary intelligence," Troi said. "Throughout the +encounter, I felt extreme anxiety from them, but I don't think it had +anything to do with us. At least, not directly." + Picard considered the information he had just heard. His curiosity +returned. + "Data, how did you think to use the reserve fire extinguishgers on +them?" he asked. + "As you know, our fire control system uses force fields to +eventually deprive fires of oxygen," Data said. "I conjectured that that +system would be ineffective against these creatures because they are +obviously capable of survival in space. Older types of fire control +equipment were removed, until the attack on the USS Barnabas by a Gorn ship +near their space on stardate 39834.1. As you know, the computer that +controls the fire control system was damaged, and fires resulting from the +attack gutted the entire ship-" + "Data, your point?" + "I conjectured that the fire extinguishers installed as a result of +that incident would be effective." + Picard nodded. "Can we get a distress call out?" + "The communications gear was damaged," Worf said. "But we should +have it online in a few hours." + "LaForge, what about engineering?" + "We can outrun these things on impulse, it seems. However, warp +speed isn't possible at all. We'd need to make a stop at a repair base to +bring them back up fully." + "Bring them back up fully? What do you mean?" + "I might be able to rig up something to give us warp one, maybe +even two if we're lucky. It'll be strictly temporary, though, and will +require some EVA to set up, which means it would be safer to not use the +impulse engines at that time, and that's where the catch is: time." + At this point, Data interrupted. "Such a stop would give these +creatures a chance to catch up to us. I estimate an approximate delay of +seventeen hours, seven minutes, thirty two sec-" + "Basically, not enough time," Geordi said. "I estimate about three +days of work on the engines." + "It would seem we're damned if we do and damned if we don't," +Picard said. + Data looked confused, and then asked, "Query: what does damnation +have to do with our current situation?" + "It's an expression, Data. We'll take the Enterprise as far out as +we can, and you can start your work then. In the meantime, we need to find +a way to distract them if they do catch up with us. Counselor, were you +able to deduce anything about how they sense things?" + Before Troi could answer, a voice came over the intercom. +"Captain, this is the bridge. There's something coming out of the star." + + The crew took their places on the bridge. The viewscreen showed +what appeared to be a part of Fomalhaut itself moving away from the star. + "The section of the star is about the size of an Excelsior class +ship, sir," Data said. "The plasma creatures seem to be crowding around +it." + "Is this a natural occurance?" Riker asked. + "I seriously doubt it, given the nature of other things we have +observed here. However, that possibility can not yet be ruled out." + Captain Picard was about to say something, when Counselor Troi +suddenly bolted from her chair, a shocked expression ingrained on her face. +She shook her head back and forth, gripping it between her hands. She then +yelled something sounding like "Nghatha thllp reh cthugha lagh!" and Picard +barely caught her as she fainted. + As most of the bridge turned their attention to Troi, Riker tapped +his communicator, saying urgently, "Sick bay, this is the bridge! We have a +medical emergency!" + + "I don't understand it," Doctor Beverly Crusher said as she +finished examining Counselor Troi. "She's experiencing extreme brain +activity, but it doesn't seem to be focused on anything in particular, and +changes constantly." + "Will she recover?" Captain Picard asked. + "I don't know. I'll need some more time to observe her." + "Very well. Inform me when she comes to." + Picard turned and left the Sick Bay as Doctor Crusher began +examining the brainscans again, hoping to find something she missed before. + + Although he would not neccessarily define it as a "feeling," +Lieutenant Commander Data was experiencing what could only be called +frustration. + He had run the words Couselor Troi had said though the Universal +Translator, and gotten "Insufficient Language Sample" as a result. The +language had no similarities to anything on record. He ran each word +through the computer, trying to find some meaning for them: nothing. + He turned from the science station to see Worf inform Commander +Riker that the subspace radio was back online. As Riker commanded Worf to +send off for help, Data turned to his station and sent his own request for +assistance. + + The space-suited figures appeared in a flash of blue between the +warp nacelles. The immediately moved toward their respective assignments +and began the modifications that would hopefully save their skins. + + For a second, Deanna Troi was disoriented. She had been on the +bridge when--then she remembered and screamed. Doctor Crusher was at her +side almost immediately, and Troi soon calmed down, realizing her ordeal +was over. + Crusher tapped her communicator. "Captain Picard, this is Sickbay. +Troi's awake." + + The officers, except for Data and LaForge, were once again gathered +in the conference room. + "Okay, we don't have much time," Picard said. "Number One, where's +Commander Data?" + "He's still reviewing some files sent via subspace from Starfleet +Headquarters. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was pleasantly surprised +to get them." + Picard breathed a heavy breath, nodded, then turned to Counselor +Troi. + "Counselor, can you remember anything about whatever you sensed?" +he asked. + "It's ancient," she answered. "I can't begin to describe the +experience... it was just so overwhelming." + Data entered the room and sat down at the table. + "Data, what have you found?" Picard asked. + "I asked Starfleet Headquarters to check for any files pertaining +to any of the words said by Couselor Troi before she passed out. The only +one that came back positive, after an extensive search I might add, was +'cthugha.' Cthugha is the name of a creature from Earth mythology, a member +of a race of beings called Great Old Ones by their worshippers, and +included Hastur, Y'golonac, Cthulhu-" + "Data, get on with it!" Riker snapped. + "Sorry, sir. According to the myth, Cthugha lived near a star that +according to modern charts would be Fomalhaut, with its servitors, referred +to as 'fire vampires.'" + "It would seem that the myth is not unfounded," Picard thought out +loud. "Did the information tell how to deal with them?" + "The myth indicates that Cthugha could be summoned, and later +dismissed back to its home by the use of magic. The formula is not +available, however, and even it it were, it may not work and I would +speculate that it would not do us any good if it did work, seeing that this +is its home." + "Very good, Data, but that still doesn't solve our problem," Picard +said. "According to Commander LaForge, the engine repairs are proceeding +smoothly. Tactical indicates that this 'Cthugha' is keeping itself and +it's 'fire vampires' at bay." + "If I might speculate, Captain," Counselor Troi interrupted. "It +could be surprised by its contact with me. Humans aren't especially +telepathically sensitive, and if it posesses psionic abilities, it may have +been surprised by the presence of someone with my abilities, and still be +trying to figure out what to do with us." + "That is a possibility," Data replied. "However, all information +indicates that these Old Ones tended to act in a hostile manner towards most +other life forms they encountered. I would not want to be around when it did +make up its mind." + "I agree," Picard said. "According to LaForge, we have one more day +until the engines are done, so let's see what we can come up with." + + Several hours later, back on the bridge, Data was at his station, +monitoring the system and waiting for the star-creature to make a move. +Suddenly, the sensors detected movement at long range. + Data concentrated sensors on the movement; it was very slight, just +several hundred kilometers per hour. What it was that caused Data to +become concerned was what was moving. + Data turned in his chair to face Commander Riker, who currently had +the watch. + "Commander, long-range sensors indicate that the Borg ship is +coming back on line." + "What? Can't ANYTHING kill those?!?" Riker asked no one in +particular, then tapped his communicator. "Captain Picard to the bridge." + "Commander," Worf broke in. "The creatures are on the move. Most of +the smaller ones appear to be moving toward the Borg, while the larger one +and the remaining small ones are moving our way." + Riker muttered a quick prayer under his breath, and then commanded, +"Red alert! Shields up! Battle stations!" + Captain Picard got to the bridge just as Couselor Troi began +screaming. Riker got her into the turbolift and on the way to sickbay, as +Data turned toward the Captain. + "Sir," Data said, "sensors indicate that Cthugha's makeup is not +the same as that from the star. There seems to be a solid core mass, which +means our weapons may be of use against it." + "Good," Picard replied. "Mister Worf, full phasers. Fire." + The phasers arced across space, penetrating the flames of Cthugha, +but seeming to have no other effect. Data relayed this information back to +the bridge crew. + "Fire torpedoes." + A four torpedo spread raced from the Enterprise. As they +approached the firey mass, though, the intense heat melted the polymer +casings, and they detonated prematurely. + + Geordi LaForge, supervising the work on the engines, watched the +fireworks as the thing approached. His communicator activated. + "LaForge, this is the captain," Picards voice said. "How much +longer?" + "About ten more minutes, Captain," LaForge answered. + "Can you squeeze that down a bit? We may not have ten minutes." + "If we skip the safety tests, probably. But that means-" + "If it's safe and doesn't work, we're dead anyway. Picard out." + Geordi sighed, then relayed the order to an astonished engineering +crew. + + Back on the bridge, Commander Riker rejoined the others. + "Sir," Data was announcing, "the Borg appears to be ejecting the +fire vampires." + Indeed, the Borg began to slowly pick up speed, every so often +encountering one of the fire vampires, and forming its characteristic +shield when it hit them. + "Captain," Worf bellowed, "there is an intense energy buildup on +the target." + "Facing?" Picard asked. + "Toward the Borg, sir. It now appears to be moving away." + "Number One, do you believe in deus ex machina?" + Riker shot Picard a strange look, when suddenly, the visual showed +the flame-being shoot a massive beam at the Borg ship. Electrical arcs +could be seen zipping across the face of the cube, except where the beam +hit, which appeared to have been burned to a cinder. + The entire bridge crew looked astonished (except for Data, who +simply said "Interesting.") + "Data, what kind of range do you estimate that would have?" Riker +asked. + "Given the energy output measured by the sensors, I would estimate +it to be rather short range. The energy, however, would overwhelm our +shields in no time." + "Picard to LaForge. How much longer?" Picard said. + "Just a few more minutes, captain," LaForge's voice answered from +the communicator. + "Captain," Worf said, working the controls on his console, "the +thing is coming toward us again." + "We need to delay it," Riker said. After a moment of though, he +looked up with inspiration on his face. "Data, do you think the trick with +the fire extinguishers would work on this?" + Data looked at Riker as if the Commander had just asked Data if one +plus one equalled five. "I'm afraid not, Commmander. It would take all of +the extinguishers on the ship... oh, I see now. We should be able to +transport them out into Cthugha, and the loss of pressure would explode +them. The effect on Cthugha would be minimal, but it might give us the +time we need." + "All hands, this is the captain," Picard announced over the +intercom. "Gather all personal fire extinguishers and take them to the +nearest transporter location you can find. It doesn't matter which one. +Chief O'Brien." + "Yes, captain?" O'Brien's voice answered. + "We're going to send you coordinates of the creature. When we give +you the signal, activate all transporters to send to those coordinates." + "Aye, sir." + "LaForge?" + "Just finished, sir." + "Good. O'Brien, beam the engineering team aboard after the +extinguishers are away." + "Sir," Worf interrupted, "the energy buildup again. Toward us +this time." + "It is within transporter range, Captain," Data said. + "O'Brien," Picard said over the intercom. + "All stations report ready, sir." + "Energize." + + The extinguishers appeared, and shortly afterward, exploded. + In sickbay, Counselor Troi began screeching in pain. Doctor +Crusher fought her way to Troi, and injected her with a knockout drug. +Hopefully, she thought, that will stop the pain. + + "Captain, it's backing off," Worf said. + "O'Brien, is the engineering team aboard?" Picard asked. + "Just beamed them in." + "Good. Helm, set course for Starbase Two. Do we have power for +warp two?" + "Yes sir," Data answered. + "Make it so. Engage." + + Later, as the Enterprise was on its way to Starbase Two, Picard +went down to sickbay to check on Counselor Troi. + "I'm fine...now," she said. "A few nightmares, maybe, but no +permanent harm." + + Data entered 10-Forward, and spotted LaForge at one of the tables. +He walked over to him. + "Do you mind if I join you, Geordi?" He asked. + "Not at all, Data," Geordi answered. "What's on your mind?" + "I am curious about why humans would summon such a creature as +Cthugha, when they knew how destructive it was." + "I don't know, Data. Some people are just self-destructive, I +guess." + "So it is not an inherent human trait?" + "Don't you think you should be asking Counselor Troi this? I'm an +engineer, not a psychologist." + "I did not think it would be a proper time to bring this up with +her." + "Maybe so. Well, in any case, it's not something one aspires to. +Sometimes something goes wrong with their head and that's it, or something +happens that is such a blow that they feel they just can't go on living. I +don't know. You don't need to worry about it, since it's pretty much an +emotional thing." + Data stopped to absorb what Geordi had said. "Indeed," he said, "I +would not be able to worry about it." + Geordi was in the middle of drinking, and nearly choked at Data's +statement. He laughed after that, and Data wondered why. + +FINIS +-- +Mark Kinney [KINNEMA@WKUVX1.(BITNET)(WKU.EDU)] | Give me Slack OR KILL ME! +PhoneNet: (502) 745-4246 (Bowling Green, KY) | K A /\ /\ I E T I +Quote of the week: "The safety of the Enterprise is of Paramount importance." + -- Jean-Luc Picard, "Time's Arrow I" + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrek- b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrek- new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0a05885c --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrek- @@ -0,0 +1,499 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!think.com!wupost!ukma!psuvax1!psuvm!tab129 +Organization: Penn State University +Date: Friday, 21 Feb 1992 16:28:16 EST +From: Todd Alan Bobenrieth +Message-ID: <92052.162816TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu> +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BarTrek:"Picard, Any Card" + +Welcome to another installment of BarTrek. I am still deciding if I should +make this a weekly thing. It seems unlikely, due to class-related obligations, +but I will try to do so, if anyone is interested. This story takes place a few +months after the original Bar Trek adventure, so don't hassle me about the +obvious "You killed off Troi" statements. + +Fade into the Enterprise zooming by. + +Picard: Captain's Log, Stardate 5208.4. The Enterprise is on a routine + maintenance check on the AL TV pirate satellite in the Dalbiton + Vegrant Sector. We are scheduled to arrive there in roughly 4 hours. + +Cut to Ready Room, where Picard is reading a book. + +Worf: Captain, we are now entering the sector. + +Picard: Already? I thought we weren't supposed to be there for another four + hours. + +Worf: Negative. We are already here. + +Picard: Alright, I'm on my way. + +Picard puts the book down and walks out onto the Main Bridge. + +Picard: Wake up, Riker!!! + +Riker suddenly sits up in his chair. + +Riker: Sir, we are still four hours away from the pirate satellite. + +Picard: Will, we are already here. + +Riker: No, sir...we are four hours away. Look at the viewscreen. + +The viewer says Four Hours To Pirate Satellite. + +Picard: Mr. Worf...why did you call me out here if we aren't really there? + +Worf: Sir, I didn't call you. + +Picard: You're kidding. + +Worf: Klingons never kid. + +Picard looks around the bridge. + +Picard: Fine, I'll be in my Ready Room. + +Picard turns around and marches back into the ready room. + +Picard: Silly intercom system. + +Q: Nothing is wrong with your intercom, I sent you that message. + +Picard spins around quickly to see Q sitting in the Captain's Chair, reading +the book. + +Picard: Q??!!!! + +Fade into the main title sequence. + +Fade back into the ready room, where Q is ripping pages out of the book. + +Titles appear... "PICARD, ANY CARD" + +Picard: Q, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company? + +Q: I thought it has been long enough for you to endure life without me. + +Picard: Most thoughtful...you can leave now. + +Q: I don't think so, Picard. You see, I have decided to play another trick + on you and your crew. But this time...it will be more of an adventure. + +Picard: I don't have time for your silly games. + +Q: That is very unfortunate, considering there is nothing you can do about it. + +Picard: Mr. Worf, please come to my ready room. + +Q: Oh, my oh my, Picard. You think he will intimidate me enough to leave? + +Worf comes into the room and sees Q. + +Worf: Q!!!!! + +Q: Very good, Worf. I thought you said he was dumber than that, Captain. + +Worf turns to look at Picard, who just waves the idea off. + +Worf: What are you doing here?! + +Q: You see, Worf, I have decided to play a little game with you...see how you + react when put in a different environment. + +Worf: That sounds stupid. + +Q: Then you should excel in this game. + +Worf growls, to which Q responds by making a glass of water dump over his +head. + +Picard: I have had enough of this, Q. Leave this ship at once. + +Q: I do so because it suits me, but when I return...be ready to play. + +Q vanishes in a flash of white light. + +Worf: Sir, I suggest we put the ship on emergency status and fire all weapons + into a wide radius in front of us. + +Picard: Why? + +Worf: You can never be too sure. + +Picard: Very well, Worf. Make it so. We can take no chances when Q is around. + +Worf: Aye, sir. (turns to leave) Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy..I get to shoot things. + +Worf skips out of the room and Picard rubs his forehead. + +Fade to commercial + +Voice: For three years, his music has touched the hearts of millions. Now you + can own the golden voice of Jeff McQuillen in his latest album, I Wish + It Was the Seventies All Over Again. You'll here his greatest ballads + and love songs such as... + +Jeff: Chestnuts roasting...on an open fire.... + +Voice: You'll also get... + +Jeff: Chestnuts roasting....on an open fire... + +Voice: The Golden Voice of Jeff McQuillen can be yours for the low low price + of 29.95. Order today... + +Fade back in to a shot of the bridge. Geordie is watching an episode of +Doctor Who on the viewer, Data is chattering to anyone who will listen, +Riker is fixing his hair, Troi is smoking a cigar, and Picard and Worf are +playing chess. + +Guinan walks in off the turbolift. + +Guinan: I suppose this is what you call being on alert. + +Picard: What? Oh, hello Guinan...did you say something? + +Guinan: No, I was just seeing what was up here on the bridge. + +Riker: And did you find out? + +Guinan: I just got here, idiot! + +Riker: Oh, sorry. + +Picard goes back to playing chess, not noticing that Worf moved a piece that +didn't belong to him. + +Data: Hey, ah...Captain, sir...why are we on alert, by the way? + +LaForge: Yeah, and why did we fire weapons out into open space? + +Picard: I received a visit from our old friend, Q. + +LaForge: Q??? + +Data: Yeah, you know...James Bond's boss. + +LaForge: Oooohhh. + +Picard: No!!!! Q, the all powerful entity. + +Q: You rang? + +Everyone turns to look at Q, who is sitting where Troi used to be. Troi is +now where Riker used to be, Riker is where Data used to be, Data is where +Picard used to be, etc. + +Picard: Q, we are on an urgent mission, we cannot tolerate any bothering. + +Q: So fire Data. I don't like him either. In fact... + +Q makes Data stand up and fall down continuously. + +Picard: That's enough! + +Q: OH...party pooper. + +Data stands back up and sits down in the Captain's Chair, which is gone now. +Data falls. + +Q: And now...lets go play a game... + +A bright light sends them all off the bridge, they reappear in a large room. + +Picard looks at himself. He is now dressed in a long black robe. +Riker is dressed in a suit, and is carrying a briefcase. +Data is dressed in rags. +Guinan is dressed in a big blue uniform. +Geordie is dressed in an old man's sweater and a black shirt. +Worf is dressed in a big blue uniform, and is standing underneath a light +fixture that arches perfectly to match his head. +Troi is dressed in a suit jacket and skirt. + +Picard: What the hell is this? + +Fade into commercial. + +Coming this summer to theaters everywhere...Jason is back..and this time... +HE'S GOING TO DISNEYLAND!!!!! That's right..everyone's favorite mass +murderer is going to Florida to take on Mickey, Goofy, and the guys.. +Friday The 13th Part IX: Jason Takes A Vacation...Rated R. + +Fade back into the room with the crew. + +Picard: Where the hell are we? Q??? Q??? + +Q appears in a bright flash of light. + +Q: Oh, calm down, big guy. This is the game we are going to play. You, mon + capitan, are now Judge Harold T. Stone. The rest of you should be able to + figure out your respective roles. + +Q vanishes and the crew looks at each other. + +Worf: Sir, I protest, I am not a bald, ten story bailiff originally from + Bradford, PA who made his fame playing an idiot on an old Earth + television show. + +Picard: How do you know all this? + +Worf: Ummm....Data told me. + +Data: That is incorrect, Worfy...I, ah, didn't say anything of the nature. + +Picard: Regardless...I suppose I should fill you in on who you apparently are. + +Riker: That would be nice, sir. + +Picard: Will, you are apparently Dan Fielding, the prosecuting attorney. + Data, you are unquestionably Phil, the bum. Troi, you appear to be + Christine Sullivan, the defense attorney. + +Troi: Oh, wonderful. + +Picard: Geordie, you appear to be Mac, the court secretary. + +LaForge: Oh, man...that's a girl's job! + +Picard: Guinan...you appear to be Roz, another bailiff. + +Guinan: WHY??!!! What the HELL do I have in common with ROZ???!!! + +Picard: And Worf...you, as you guessed, are Bull Shannon. + +Worf(gets dopey look on his face): O...kay. + +Picard: But why would Q bring us here...what possibly could be the meaning of + this? + +Suddenly, the court doors swing open and the crowd walks in. + +Riker: I guess this means we have to proceed with the proceedings. + +Picard: I suppose you are right, Number Twelve..er...Dan... + +Riker smirks at Picard and goes to his table. + +Worf: All rise, the New York criminal court is now in session, the honorless... + Um...honorable Harold T. Stone presiding. + +Everyone stands up. Picard starts to sit down and the crowd does the same. But +just in the nick of time, Picard stands back up. + +Picard: Gotcha.... + +The crowd groans. + +Picard: Well, Mac, what do we have today? + +LaForge is searching his desk, but since its only paper, he can't tell the +reports apart from each other. + +LaForge: Sir, you may have to give me a minute with this. + +Picard stands up and goes to where LaForge is sitting. + +Picard: Never mind, I'll get it myself. + +LaForge: Thanks, sir. + +Picard grabs a folder and returns to his seat. + +Picard: Well, lets see...the Angry Husband vs the Kung Fu Kid. + +Worf leads a battered guy in with a man in a ninja outfit. + +Picard: Well, Wor....I mean, Bull, which is which? + +Worf growls at Picard. + +Picard: So anyway, what have we got here, Mr. Fielding? + +Riker: The Kung Fu Kid was apparently having an affair with Mr. Higgins' wife + and got caught in the act. + +Picard: Doin' a little Kung Foolin' around, eh? + +Kung Fu Kid bows to Picard. + +Troi: Captain....(gets angry look from Picard)... Judge Stone, my client is + really sorry about this and we think he should be let go. + +Riker: Oh really? He banged Higgins' wife then beat him up...umm...actually... + +Picard: I rule in favor of the plaintiff, 3 weeks in prison and a fine of + five dollars. + +Higgins: Oh wow...with that I can go to the movies....by myself. + +Worf leads the two away. + +Picard: Number Twelve, Councillor, approach the bench. + +Riker and Troi come close to the judge's bench. + +Picard: So far I see nothing out of the ordinary about this. Why in the world + did Q bring us here? + +Q: Next case, the the Klingon Empire against Captain James T. Kirk. + +Everyone looks at Q, who is standing where Geordie was. + +Commercial + +Sally Struthers: Hello, I'm Sally Struthers, did you know that last year alone, + one out of every one billion Americans were killed in blimp + related accidents? 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You and your crew will decide the fate of everyone's + favorite Captain. + +Picard: I thought I was everyone's favorite captain. + +Riker laughs out loud. + +Riker: Sorry sir. + +Picard: And anyway, the Klingon Empire is no longer trying to seek out and + eliminate Kirk. + +Q: Not anymore, but this is a court of the year 1987. + +Picard: But Kirk wasn't even born back then, and no one had any idea that + Klingons even existed. + +Q: Don't confuse me. I had a brilliant plan and now you're messing it up. + +Picard: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. + +Q: No matter, we shall still go through this trial. + +Picard: And who will be on the prosecuting side with Commander Riker? + +Q: Quite simple, I have assembled the following individuals... + +As Q names them, they walk in though the doors and sit behind Riker. + +Q: This is Commander Klaa, he still hasn't given up the idea of putting Kirk + in his place. + This is Maltz, Kirk captured him just before the Genesis planet exploded. + And this is my start witness...ladies and Gentlemen of the court... + KHAN NOONIAN SINGH!!!!!! + +Everyone gasps as Khan walks in through the door. + +Khan: You still remember me. I am touched...and amazed, considering you + people never met me. + +Picard: Q, you said this was the Klingons against Kirk...why did you bring + Khan? + +Q: I couldn't think of the name of Christopher Lloyd's Klingon character. + +Picard: Oh. + +Q: And now ladies and gentlemen...introducing the defendant...the one...the + only....Captain James....T......KIRK!!!!! + +The original Trek theme plays over the intercom as Kirk strolls into the +courtroom. + +Picard: Greetings, Captain Kirk. It is a pleasure to meet you. + +Kirk: Yes, it is..isn't it. + +Kirk takes a seat beside Troi and immediately kisses her. + +Q: And now, Picard...let the games begin. + +Picard: Mr. Prosecuting Attorney, you may begin. + +Riker: What? Oh...the trial, right. um...I'd like to call my first witness. + I call Commander Klaa to the stand. + +Klaa stands and salutes Picard, who returns the salute. He looks over at Kirk +and sticks his tongue out at him. + +Riker: Commander Klaa, what is it that brings you to these proceedings. + +Klaa: I am in the "I Hate Kirk Fan Club" and was selected to represent them. + +Riker: I see, no further questions. + +Picard: WILL!!!! + +Riker: Alright, alright...Commander Klaa, why was this club formed. + +Klaa: Because the outlaw, Kirk has been a thorn in the side of the empire + for many years. He has hunted down and killed countless masses of + defenseless Klingons. + +Kirk: BUT.........that's a lie! + +Picard: Kirk, you will speak when spoken to and at no other time. + +Kirk sits down and twiddles his thumbs. + +Riker: And Commander Klaa, what is your personal quarrel with Kirk? + +Klaa: He was the cause of my demotion. He humiliated me. + +Riker: No further questions. + +Picard: Defense, your witness. + +Troi: Commander Klaa, do you like chocolate? + +Klaa: Chock-o-let? + +Troi: Never mind. Anyway, is it not true that Kirk was not the one who got + you demoted, but rather it was your own fault??? + +Klaa: No. + +Troi: Oh. + +Kirk stands up and approaches the bench. + +Kirk: Judge....Stone, is it? I request that I be aloud to defend myself at + these proceedings. + +Picard: I see no harm in that. + +Kirk: Alright, Klaa, you can leave now. I have nothing to say to you. + +Klaa leaves and Kirk whirls around to face the crowd. + +Kirk: Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury...I'd like to call MY first witness to + the stand....I now call on...Mr. SPOCK!!!! + +Everyone gasps and turn to look at the door. + +Spock: I am here, Captain. + +Dramatic music climaxes as we fade out. + +TO BE CONTINUED... + +So that's it..part one of Picard, Any Card...tell me what you think about +it and if you think its worthy of a part two. I'm going to write it +anyway, but your responses will tell me if it should be posted. +Thanks for your patience. + -Todd + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekb b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekb new file mode 100644 index 00000000..b74654fa --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekb @@ -0,0 +1,1299 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!psuvax1!psuvm!tab129 +Organization: Penn State University +Date: Wednesday, 5 Feb 1992 11:11:27 EST +From: Todd Alan Bobenrieth +Message-ID: <92036.111128TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu> +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Bar Trek II: The Best of Both Bars + +Welcome to the sequel to Bar Trek, a parody I wrote last year. The characters +are still the same, but for those who didn't see part one, here is the list. +Picard...Frasier +Riker....Sam +Data.....Cliff +Worf.....Norm +Troi.....Rebecca +LaForge..Woody +Beverly..Lillith +Sela.....Diane + +others will be announced when we get to them..lets begin, shall we... + +Fade into the usual starfield with the Enterprise traveling along. + +Picard(voice only): Captain's Log Stardate 41038.4. The Enterprise is heading + to Alpha Beta Gammadata in response to a distress call from + its inhabitants..the Alpha Beta Gammadatans... + +Cut to a shot of the bridge, where Data is playing with a Chinese Finger Trap, +Geordie is playing a video game on the Main Viewer, Troi is opening a pack of +cigarettes, and Riker is sleeping in his chair. + +Data: Hey, ah, Geordie. Did you know that the Finger Trap was invented by, ah, + Chin'gart of China around the 4th Century? + +Geordie: Gee, Data, I didn't know that... + +Troi: That's cuz he made it up, Geordie...he doesn't actually know all this + information he keeps astounding you with. + +Data: Hey, contraire, mon frair... all my information is factual. + +Picard comes onto the bridge. + +Picard: Wake up, Riker! + +Riker suddenly sits up in his chair, Troi crushes her pack of cigarettes. + +Picard: Anything to report, Number Twelve? + +Riker: Yeah, I had this dream that I was covered in honey and Troi was a real + big bumble bee. + +Troi gasps. + +Picard: No, I mean about our mission. + +Riker: Ah, no. Sorry. + +Picard shrugs. Worf comes onto the bridge. + +Worf: Afternoon, everyone. + +Crew: WORF! + +Geordie: Whats your story, Worf? + +Worf: Klingon orders drink, Klingon gets drink, Klingon drinks. + +Worf goes to his station and pours himself a beer, then notices a blinking +light. + +Worf: Sir, there's a subspace message coming in from Starfleet Headquarters. + +Picard: On screen. + +The viewer changes to a shot of Admirel Hogan. (Hulk Hogan) +Hogan is looking off screen to the left(he's in profile) + +Picard: Greetings, Admirel. What seems to be the trouble. + +Hogan: Let me just tell ya this, Captain...the inhabitants of Alpha Beta + Gammadata are really getting flustered because some unknown ship has + really torn up their planet. (turns to face the camera) Your orders are + to get to their planet as fast as you can and assess the situation. + Early reports seem to point towards the Borg. + +Picard: The Borg? We haven't seen them since my first voyage. This could + present quite a problem. + +Hogan: Well, ya know that's exactly right, Picard. And don't forget those nasty + Romulans could be in the area too. + +Picard: I always anticipate a reunion with Sela. + +Hogan: Whatever...anyway..if it is the Borg, we must defeat them...so be + prepared to endulge in the three demandments of the training, the + prayers, and the vitamins, and if you run in to them, you tell them from + me this one thing...Whatcha gonna do..when the Federation runs wild on + you. Hogan out! (poses) + +The screen switches to the FOX logo. + +Picard: It appears we have quite a task ahead of us...LaForge..warp ten to + Alpha Beta Gammadata. + +Fade into the title sequence and credits. +Commercials +Fade back into an exterior shot of the Enterprise..titles appear.. +THE BEST OF BOTH BARS + +Cut to transporter room + +O'Brien(still played by Leslie Nielson): Coordinates are set, Commander. + +Riker: Swell. Alright, lets find out what happened down there, O'Brien. + +O'Brien: I thought I'd stay here for this one. + +Riker: No I mean me and the away team. + +O'Brien: Oh, yes of course. + +Riker: Energize. + +The away team disappears in the transporter beam, then materializes on the +planet's surface, which is all torn up. + +LaForge: What a mess. You'd think they'd at least sweep up when they knew we + were coming. + +Data: Well, Geordie, the Alpha Beta Gammadatans are a, ah, slovenly people by + nature. + +Riker: I don't think this is the people's fault. + +LaForge: Oh, here we go...blame the animals. + +Riker: No, I mean I bet it was the Borg. + +Worf: Well, this place is totalled. Can we go home now? + +Riker: I guess so. (taps comm badge) Captain, this planet is in ruins, but we + can't be sure it was the Borg. + +Picard: Will, during the time you were down there, the Hood arrived and brought + us an expert on the Borg. Commander Shelby found a Borg signature. + Number Twelve...its them. Beam back here at once. + +Riker: You got it, sir. Riker out. (taps badge again) O'Brien, beam us back. + +O'Brien: Alright. + +The away team beams back. Cut to bridge where Picard talking is talking to a +blonde woman. Riker and the away team enter from the turbolift. + +Crew: WORF!! + +Worf waves to everyone. + +Riker: Well, Captain, where's Shelby? + +The blonde woman turns around. Shelby is played by Kelly Bundy(Christina +Applegate) + +Shelby: That's me. + +Riker's jaw drops. + +Riker: Uh....hi there. I'm Commander William T. Riker. + +Shelby: Yes, Captain Pontiac has told me so much about you. + +Riker: You mean Captain Picard... + +Shelby: No, he told me about you! + +Riker: Right...so Captain, you mentioned a Borg signature... + +Picard: Yes, Number Twelve. Look at the viewscreen. + +Cut to viewscreen where carved out on the planet's surface is the words... +THE BORG WERE HERE! + +Worf: Sir, message coming in from Starfleet Command. + +Picard: On screen. + +Viewer switches to Admirel Hogan. + +Picard: Picard here... + +Hogan: Ewwww! + +Picard What can I do for you? + +Hogan: Well, for starters, you can report your findings! + +Picard: Admirel, the damage done to Alpha Beta Gammadata WAS done by the Borg. + +Hogan: Then it seems like I got some bad news for you, bruddah! + +Picard: What do you mean? + +Hogan: I just received word that a big cube shaped vessel attacked a Ferengi + ship in sector 0.9. + +Picard: That's in Federation space. + +Hogan: Well, lemme tell ya this, Picard...your orders are to go to sector 0.9 + and try to persuade the Borg to take a hike. + +Picard: Understood, Admirel. + +Hogan: And if somehow they make it past you, Mean Jean-Luc...the largest fleet + in the galaxy will be waiting in sector 0.7 to squeeze their heads like + a pimple. + +Hogan rips off his dress shirt and poses as the WWF logo replaces him on the +screen. + +Picard: Mr. LaForge, set a course for sector 0.9, warp nine. + +The music reaches a peak as we fade out. + +COMMERCIAL +Voice: From the makers of Horror Planet, Terror Train, Fright Night, and Fear + City comes the most frightening film ever...Jeff McQuillen in.... + THE SCARY MOVIE + +Display scenes which show nothing scary about the movie. + +Voice: The Scary Movie...starts Friday at a theatre near you. + +Fade back in to the Enterprise coming out of Warp. + +Riker: Well, where are they? + +Worf: hey, there's a ship at 9000 kilometers. + +Picard: Plot a course to intercept it. + +Worf: Sir, they've already moved to intercept US! + +Shelby: How can you guys be thinking of football at a time like this? + +LaForge: Sir, they are within visual range. + +Picard: Put them on screen. + +The screen switches to a shot of a small object in the distance. + +Picard: Magnify. + +LaForge gets out a HUGE magnifying lens and takes it up to the viewer..the Borg +ship is clearly seen now. + +Worf: Sir, they are hailing us. + +Picard: Let's hear what they have to say. + +Borg Voice(Bill Cosby): You...are directed to lower your shields...AND... + transport Captain Jean-Luc Picard to our ship, or you + will be destroyed. Any attempt to stop us will prove + futile. + +Riker: I thought they were only interested in the Enterprise. + +Data: Looks like they, ah...changed their mind. + +Borg: Funny you should put it that way. + +Picard: Cut communications. + +Worf takes out scissors and cuts a cable going into his console. + +Riker: We won't let them take you, sir. + +Picard: Nice to know you care. So...ideas anyone? + +LaForge: Let's have a yard sale. + +Picard hits his own forehead with his palm. + +Data: Yo, ah, Cappy...I got an idea. + +Picard: Gee whiz, Data...what a surprise. + +Data: We could separate the saucer section and attack them from both sides. + +Riker: What? This thing can separate? + +Picard: Shelby...you're the Borg expert..say something... + +Shelby: Something. + +Riker: How can you be a Borg expert when you've never met them. Come to think + of it, we only were around them for about 5 minutes. + +Data: Plot inconsistency. + +Shelby: Well, one thing's for sure...they inept quickly. + +Picard: Adapt. + +Shelby: No, it's true! + +Riker: So, I guess the Main Deflector Dish is out of the question? + +Data: Well, Willie, who's to say that this is the, ah, same ship? Maybe the + first one didn't tell the others about the dish. + +Troi: Oh, I'm sure that when it pulled into base, its captain said, "Umm..I + accidentally hit a moon. + +Picard: I'll take this into account. + +The Borg clears its throat + +Picard: Oops...almost forgot. Open channel, Worf. Borg commander, we can't obey + your directive. + +Borg: Why not? + +Picard: Because we don't want to. + +Borg: Tough! Lower your shields and beam over! You will comply immediately! + +Picard: No, I won't. + +Borg: Please. + +Picard: NO! + +The Enterprise rocks and everyone falls to the floor. + +Worf: Sir, that did not come from the Borg ship? + +Picard: Well, where did it come from? + +The viewer switches to an external shot of the IRV Gary's Tavern. + +Gary: Hello, Picard! + +Fade out. + +COMMERCIAL +Voice: This week on FOX, its the 23rd Annual Miss America Pageant with special + guest hosts, Mike Tyson and Clarence Thomas. +The show turns into a brawl. + +Fade back into the viewscreen, now with Gary on it. + +Picard: Cpt. Gary, what is the meaning of this?! + +Gary: Take a wild guess. + +LaForge: You want us to buy Avon products?! + +Gary: Close, you are going to buy the farm. + +LaForge: Ohhhhh...that's no so bad, I grew up on a farm. + +Picard: Gary, can't you see we are a little busy? + +Cut to Gary's bridge with Picard on screen + +Gary: What do you mean? + +Picard: Look behind you. + +Gary: Oh no ya don't. I'm not falling for that old one. + +Cut to external shot of Gary's Tavern with the Borg ship looming up behind it. + +Gary: Do you think we were born yesterday? + +LaForge: Sir, I doubt they were...they wouldn't be this tall. + +Gary: Prepare to die! + +The Borg ship fires at Gary's Tavern as it explodes into a million pieces. + +LaForge: Ha! He MISSED!!!! + +Borg: Alright, Picard. Now you see what we can do...are you ready to beam over + now? + +Picard: The answer is still no! + +A Borg suddenly materializes on the bridge of the Enterprise. It bears a +striking resemblance to Mark Lenard. + +Worf: Sir, behind you! + +Worf takes out his phaser and shoots the Borg, who falls down. Another Borg +materializes and grabs Worf. A third Borg arrives and grabs Picard. Picard and +the Borg beam away as Worf gets free. The second Borg leaves, also. + +Riker: Wow. + +Worf: Commander...we must go get the Captain. + +Data: Come on, Willie...lets beam over there and see what's up. + +Riker: Alright, Worf, Data...lets go... + +Troi: Oh, can I go too? + +Riker: No + +Troi: Oh, come on... + +Riker: Alright, let's go. + +Worf: Ummm, Commander..perhaps you should stay. + +Riker: How come? + +Worf: If we all leave, look who will be in charge. + +All look at LaForge, who is picking his nose. + +Riker: You're right. I'll stay here, and hurry up! + +The away team exits. Cut to the Borg ship where the three materialize. + +Troi: I sense someone is behind me. + +Troi swings around and clubs Data, who falls to the floor. + +Worf: Data, quit playing around, we have to find the Captain. + +Data gets back up and they walk down a corridor. + +Suddenly a Borg comes around the corner and approaches the away team. + +Troi runs up and sticks her tongue out at it. + +Worf: Counciller, duck! + +Troi: That's Counciller Troi!!! + +Worf shoots and Troi disintegrates. + +Worf: Oops... + +Worf hands his phaser to Data. + +Worf: Umm...he did it. + +Data: Hey, uh, Worfy, that is not true. + +Worf: Shoot him, Data! + +Data fires and the Borg falls down. Two more Borg come around the corner. + +Data: Here, take this back, I have one. + +Data hands the phaser back to Worf and pulls out his own. + +Data: Wait a minute..this is my dust buster. + +Data puts it back on his belt and takes out a phaser. They both shoot the Borg, +who have adapted to block the rays. + +Worf: Rats. + +Data looks around the floor. + +Data: Where? + +Suddenly Worf looks down the corridor beside him and sees Captain Picard, +dressed in a Borg outfit. + +Worf: CAPTAIN!!! + +Worf runs down the hall and trips over a box. + +Data: Worf, you fell. + +Worf: Really???? + +Worf gets back up and tries to grab Picard, but a force field is around him. + +Data: We must beam back at once. + +Worf taps his comm badge. + +Worf: Two to beam back. + +Worf and a Borg transport away...Data looks around at the many Borg coming at +him. + +Data: Ummm...hi guys. You like trivia? + +Suddenly Data beams away and the Borg comes back. + +Cut to the Enterprise bridge. + +Riker: Well, where are they? + +Worf comes in off the turbolift. + +Crew: WORF!!! + +Worf: Hi everyone. + +Data comes in off the turbolift. + +Data: Afternoon everyone. + +Crew: Booooo!!! Hissssss!!!! + +Data slouches down in his chair. + +Riker: So where's Troi? + +Worf and Data exchange glances. + +Worf: The Borg got her sir... + +Data lowers his head and stares at the floor. + +Riker: Oh...ok, well what happened to the Captain. + +Data: Sir, he has been altered by the Borg. + +Riker: Altered? + +Data: Yeah, changed... + +Worf: Sir, he IS a Borg. + +Riker: Woah, this is strange. + +Worf: I suggest we try the Main Deflector Dish again..RIGHT NOW!!! + +Data: But what about the Captain? + +Riker: If the Borg go into Warp we may never catch up. + +Worf: Sir, the Borg are hailing us. + +Riker: Put them on screen. + +The screen switches to a shot of several Borg lined up. Picard steps out from +between them and comes into the foreground. + +Picard: I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life, as it has been, + is over. From this time forward, you will service....US! + +The music builds up slowly as we look at the faces of the crew. The camera gets +a profile of Riker and swings around to look him in the face. + +Riker: Mr. Worf..... + +Riker looks confused and looks up at the ceiling. + +Worf: Fire, sir? + +Riker: Oh, yeah.... + +TO BE CONTINUED... + +Well, there it is. Part one of THE BEST OF BOTH BARS. I will post part two as +soon as I complete it. Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think +of it so I know if I should post the rest. + + + Todd A. Bobenrieth + TAB129@PSUVM + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!yfn.ysu.edu!ysub!psuvm!tab129 +Organization: Penn State University +Date: Friday, 7 Feb 1992 14:53:43 EST +From: Todd Alan Bobenrieth +Message-ID: <92038.145343TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu> +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Best of Both Bars Part II + +Here we go, as requested, this is part two of The Best of Both Bars. + +Last time on Bar Trek... + +Hogan: Early reports seem to point towards the Borg. + +LaForge: What a mess. You'd think they'd at least sweep up when they knew we + were coming. + +Riker: Well, Captain, where's Shelby? + +Shelby: That's me. + +Picard: Plot a course to intercept it. + +Worf: Sir, they've already moved to intercept US! + +Borg: You...are directed to lower your shields...AND....transport Captain + Jean-Luc Picard to our ship... + +Worf: Sir, that did not come from the Borg ship. + +Picard: Well, where did it come from? + +Gary: Hello, Picard. + +The Borg ship fires at Gary's Tavern as it explodes into a million pieces. + +The Borg take away Picard. + +Worf: Counciller, duck! + +Worf shoots and Troi disintegrates. + +Worf: CAPTAIN!!! + +Riker: ..well, what happened to the Captain? + +Data: Sir, he has been altered by the Borg. + +Worf: Sir, he IS a Borg. + +Riker: If the Borg go into Warp we may never catch up. + +Picard: I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life, as it has been, + is over. From this time forward you will service....US! + +Riker: Mr. Worf... + +Worf: Fire, sir? + +Riker: Um...yeah... + +AND NOW THE CONCLUSION! + +Worf: Main Deflector Dish dish ready to fire in three seconds. + +At that moment, the Dish fires early. + +Riker: Fired early, huh? Never happened to me... + +Cut to outside where the beam is making no damage to the Borg ship. + +Cut back to the bridge where Worf is wearing sunglasses. + +Worf: Sir, the Borg ship is unaffected. + +Data: We can only continue this for 10.47645 seconds before the Warp Engines + overload. + +Riker: Alright, cut it out...stop firing. + +Locutus: The knowledge and experience of the human, Picard is now ours... + Number Twelve. + +The music fades up as we fade into the opening sequence. + +COMMERCIAL + +Fade back into the bridge where Riker is fixing his hair. + +Riker: Look, Borg. We want our captain back and we want him now. + +Locutus: We have assimilated Picard into our culture. And now we shall + assimilate all life into our culture. + +The screen switches to an external shot of the Borg ship spinning around and +warping off the other direction. + +LaForge: Sir, what do we do? + +Riker: Power up the engines, LaForge. We are in hot pursuit. + +The Enterprise warps off after the Borg. + +Cut to the Ready Room, where Riker is playing with that thing with steel balls +at the ends of strings that bounce back and forth when you strike them. + +Door Chime: Tweeedlesquirge. + +Riker: Come. + +Guinan: May I come in? + +Riker: I just said you could. + +Guinan: Oh yeah. I just wanted you to know that a lot of the people on this + ship are scared. They don't think they will be alive tomorrow. + +Riker: Why? What happens tonight? + +Guinan: The situation with the Borg... + +Riker: Oh, thats right. + +Guinan: They have complete faith in you. My question is...do you? + +Riker: I'm not sure if I can handle the responsibility. Captain Picard wrote + the book on this ship. + +Guinan: Yeah, and right about now its selling about as well as Paterno's did. + +Riker: So you are saying I should think for myself? + +Guinan: Frightening thought, ain't it?! The point is...that's your chair now. + +Riker looks at the Captain's chair. + +Riker: Thank you, Guinan. + +Guinan: And if you tell anyone I was being nice and supportive...I'll tear your + ears off!!! + +Riker: Gotcha. + +Guinan exits as Riker sits down in the chair. He looks around the room and +leans back in the chair as he falls over backwards. + +Worf: Commander, Admirel Hogan says he wants to talk to all of us in the + conference room. + +Riker: I don't think he thought this one out...there's over a thousand people + on this ship. How are they all gonna fit in that tiny room? + +Worf: I think he meant only the command crew. + +Riker: That would be more suitable. O.K., tell him we'll be there in five + minutes. + +Worf: Aye, sir. + +Cut to the conference room, where Riker is twidling his thumbs, Data is +playing with a paddleball, Worf is pouring a beer, and LaForge is staring off +into space. + +Hogan: Hey, dudes...I received your report and am sorry to hear about the + Captain. + +Riker: Then we are officially calling him dead? + +Hogan: He will be labeled missing in action, and until such time as he is found + you will be promoted to Captain, Riker. + +Riker smirks. + +Data: Sir, it appears as though the Borg are going to try assimilating all life + into their culture. + +Hogan: I'm well aware of that, Lt. Cmmdr. Data. A force has been assembled at + Wolf 007 to stop them from reaching Earth. + +Riker: Understood, sir. + +Hogan: So stick to the three demandments and I'm sure everything will turn out + fine. Hogan out. (poses) + +The viewscreen switches to the Bar Trek logo. + +Riker: Well, I suppose we should work on a plan to get the Captain back, save + the Enterprise, and make the galaxy safe from the tyranny of the Borg. + +Data: Yeah, my sentiments exactly...Cappy! + +Riker: Oh, speaking of which, I should pick a new First Officer. + +Everybody raises there hands and starts saying, "Oh, ME ME ME ME ME!" + +Riker: Data, you would be the logical first choice...but I just don't like you. + +Data frowns. + +Riker: Worf, I don't think you are sober enough for the job. + +Worf has already passed out. + +Riker: Geordie...not a chance. + +LaForge is still staring out the window. + +Riker: Which leaves only one choice.... + +Cut to the back of the room where Shelby is staring into a mirror. + +Shelby: Where did you get this painting that looks like me? + +Riker: God, I'm scared. + +Cut to the Borg ship where Picard is being marched down a corridor for +his Borgification treatments. +Cut back to the bridge of the Big E. + +Riker: Data, how long until we can intercept the Borg ship? + +Data: Well, uh, Willie, I would say about, ah, 34.8734 minutes. + +Riker: Remember a while back when I told you to round off your numbers when + talking to the Captain? + +Data: Sure I do. I remember every fact that I am exposed to. + +Riker: Well, Data....I'M THE CAPTAIN NOW AND I WANT YOU TO ROUND OFF YOUR + NUMBERS WHEN TALKING TO ME!!!!!! + +Data: Sheesh! You do not have to yell at me. + +Riker: Sorry, Data, it must be that new decaf that Guinan is serving. + +Data: Quite understood, sir. (under his breath) You putz. + +Riker: What was that? + +Data: I said, ah, June Bugs...I was trying to remember that old saying about + June bugs. + +Riker: Oh. + +Shelby comes on to the bridge in a nightgown. + +Shelby: Hey, wait a minute...this isn't my cabin. Mr. Worf told me my cabin was + this way. + +Riker: Unnnghghhhhh....well, Shelby, while you're here, you might as well sit + down and help us plan for when we catch up to the Borg. + +Shelby: Oh, ok. + +She sits down beside Riker and stares at him. + +Riker: You know, I think it would be best if we went to my quarters to discuss + this. (Leans towards her) I really don't trust Data. + +Shelby: Oooooooooohhhh....alright. + +Riker and Shelby walk to the turbo lift. + +Riker: Mr. Data, you have the Bridge. + +Data: Geee...thanks, Cappy. + +Cut to Riker's Room + +Worf: Captain Riker, urgent subspace message coming in from Admirel Hogan. + +Camera backs off of Riker's face and we see Shelby chained to the wall behind +him. + +Riker: Alright, Worf. I'll be right there. + +Riker exits. + +Shelby: Great, this is the third time this week that someone left me chained to + the wall. + +Cut to Main Bridge. + +Riker: Put Hogan on screen. + +Riker goes to sit down and Data is still in the Command chair. + +Riker: DATA!!!! GO BACK TO YOUR OWN CHAIR!!!! + +Data: Geez, sorry, Captain, sir. + +Data returns to OPS. + +The viewer switches to a shot of Hogan, now bleeding profusely from the +forehead. + +Riker: Hey, what happened to you? + +Hogan: It's the Borg, they are wiping out our forces at Wolf 007. + +Riker: How did they get there so fast? + +Data: I'd suspect a writer's flaw. + +Riker throws a book at Data. + +Data: Just like old times. ( Data chuckles) + +Hogan: They have destroyed just about every ship we have...wait a minute, they + are beaming aboard my ship. + +The viewer switches to a long shot of Hogan's bridge, where a Borg arrives and +looks a bit like Ric Flair. + +Riker: Sir, look out. + +The Borg clotheslines Hogan from behind and applies the figure four as the +screen switches to a shot of the space around the Enterprise. + +LaForge: Hey, what happened, I was just starting to enjoy that. + +Data: I think the Admirel was in a bit of trouble there. + +Riker: Mr. LaForge, increase speed to whatever our top speed is. + +Cut to external shot of the Big E warping away. + +COMMERCIAL + +Coming soon to a theatre near you....two sequels packed into one big film. +The Towering Inferno and Earthquake are happening at the the same place at the +same time, and you'll wanna see what happens in the Samuel L. Bronkowitz +production of....SHAKE AND BAKE!!!!!! + +Fade back in to the Enterprise zooming by Jupiter. + +Riker: Where are they? + +Worf: I can't seem to find them on scanners. + +Cut to an external shot of the Borg ship coming out from behind Jupiter and +now following the Enterprise. + +Worf: Sir, they are right behind us. + +Riker suddenly turns around into a karate chop stance. + +Riker: Who is??!!! I don't see anybody. + +Worf: Sir,the Borg...they are behind the Enterprise. + +Riker: Oh, put them on screen. + +The screen switches to a shot of the Borg ship closely following the Enterprise + +Worf: Sir, they are hailing us. + +Riker: On screen. + +The screen switches to a shot of Locutus and two other Borg. + +Locutus: You are attempting to intervene again. + +Riker: Well, it would help if we knew what you were doing. + +Locutus: We intend to assilate all life into out existance. + +Riker: What do you mean? + +Locutus: We will turn everyone into Borg. + +Riker: Oh. + +Data: Sir... + +Riker: Shut up. + +Data looks back up at the screen. + +Locutus: We also intend to assimilate all life aboard Enterprise. + +Riker: I see, well, I just don't think I can let you do that. + +Cut to the outside where the Borg fire a warning shot at the Big E. + +Riker: Close communications. I have a plan.... + +The screen goes blank then fades back in with the words One Minute Later on the +bottom of the picture. + +Riker: Worf and Data, you know what you're supposed to do. + +Cut to shuttlebay + +Data: Aye, sir. + +Riker: Alright, Geordie, I've written down what I want you to do with the + saucer section. + +LaForge: Yeah, but what's this word right here...(holds paper up to screen) + +Riker: Geordie...that's your name. + +LaForge: Oh yeah. + +Riker: Alright, lets get ready. Hail the Borg. + +The screen in the battle bridge switches to Locutus. + +Locutus: Now what? + +Riker: Locutus of Borg, we are ready to let you assimilate us. + +Locutus: I find it unlikely that you are ready to be assimilated, I find it + more likely that you wish to intervene. + +Riker: If Picard is truly a part of you, then you know Picard trusted me + implicitely. + +Locutus looks at him strangely. + +Riker: Well, at least he trusted me somewhat. + +Locutus: Picard trusted you somewhat. + +Riker: Then you know I am serious when I say we are ready. + +Locutus: Then lower your shields or we will destroy your ship. + +Riker: Then take your best shot cuz we are about to intervene. + +Riker signals for communications to be cut. + +Riker: Alright, lets separate. + +LaForge starts to cry. + +Riker: Geordie, what's wrong? + +LaForge: Spliting up is so sad. + +Riker: Never mind that, just DO IT! + +Cut to external shot of the saucer separating. + +Riker: Mr. O'Brien, pattern Riker Alpha One. + +The Warp Drive section "ducks"(good pun, huh) just before the Borg tractor beam +locks on. + +O'Brien: Sir, they are turning towards the Saucer Section. + +Riker: That wasn't supposed to happen...ummmm....go to emergency raspberry + mode. + +Cut to outside where a giant tongue comes out of the nose of the Warp Drive +Section and gives the Borg ship the raspberry. + +O'Brien: Sir, the Borg are returning their attention to us. + +Riker: As you should, Captain. + +O'Brien: Sir, are you alright? + +Riker: Of course, why? + +O'Brien: You just called me Captain...I thought you were delerious. + +Riker: No, I was talking to Captain Picard. + +O'Brien:I......don't think he heard you. + +Riker: Never mind...just get ready for Riker Beta One. + +O'Brien puts on a ten gallon cowboy hat. + +O'Brien: Ready sir. + +Riker: LaForge, proceed with anti-matter spread. + +LaForge: Aye, sir. + +Cut to outside, where the saucer section starts shooting butter at the Borg. + +Cut to Borg bridge where the viewer looks over to the saucer. + +Riker: Alright, Data and Worf...proceed with your mission. + +Data: Aye, sir. + +Data and Worf exit the ship in a shuttle and head toward the Borg ship. + +Worf: Sir, we've penetrated the Borg subspace field. + +Riker: Well done, Worf. + +Data: Well, actually, I'm the one who is piloting this shuttle. + +Riker: WHATEVER!!!! + +Cut back to the shuttle where Data and Worf stand in the transporter thingee. + +Data and Worf materialize inside the Borg ship and go towards where Locutus is +standing with two other Borg. + +Worf fires his phaser at the first extra Borg, who falls. + +Worf: You get the second one while I incapacitate the Captain. + +Data: Hey, you got it, Worfy. + +Data shoots the second one, who has already adapted to the frequency. + +Data: Darn. + +Data readjusts his phaser and shoots, this time killing the Borg. + +Worf: Captain, this is for your own good. + +Worf punches Locutus in the face and his head spins around three times as he +falls to the ground. + +Worf: Now lets go. + +Data and Worf materialize back in the shuttle with Locutus. + +LaForge: Captain, Worf and Data have successfully retrieved the Captain. + +Riker: You realize you used captain in your sentence twice? + +LaForge: I know...thats thanks to a new expand your vocabulary brain implant + I just got. + +Riker: Neat...ummm....beam the three back here immediately. + +Worf, Data, and Locutus beam back to the Enterprise just as the Borg blow up +the shuttlecraft. + +Cut to sickbay where Locutus is lying on a table. + +Riker: Dr. Nobody...how is he? + +Nobody: It's hard to say. + +Riker: Please try to. + +Nobody: Alright, he is neoscopiopetical... + +Riker: Geez, you're right...that was a mouthful. + +Nobody nods. + +Riker: Alright, wake him up. + +Dr. Nobody starts to shake Locutus and slaps his face. + +Locutus: What what what???!!!! + +Locutus looks around the room. + +Locutus: Riker??? Incorrect strategy, Number Twelve, to risk the lives of crew + just to capture one man. Picard would never have approved. + +Riker: Maybe so, but this is my ship now. I'm the big man...the top dog... + numero uno hauncho...the Head CHEESE!!! + +Locutus tries to get up and Worf puts a phaser right in his face. + +Locutus: There is no need for apprehension, I mean no harm...no harm....no harm +..no harm... + +Worf slaps him in the back of the head... + +Locutus: Ah, thank you. I shall continue on this ship to represent the Borg. + +Data leans over to Riker. + +Data: I think I can free him of his ties to the Borg. + +Riker: Oh? How? + +Data whispers in Riker's ear. + +Riker smirks: Awesome...get right on it. + +Data walks away. + +LaForge: Sir, the Borg are positioned directly above Earth. + +Riker: I'm on my way. + +COMMERCIAL + +Larry(?): Hello, Ed here says Bartlys and James has a new wine cooler that'll + knock your socks off. He says its the best thing that Bartyls and + James has ever done. Ed thinks that this beverage will beat out + water in the top five drinks. + +Ed stands up and grabs Larry around the neck. + +Larry: I CAN SPEAK FOR MYSELF!!!! WHY WON'T YOU EVER LET ME TALK???!!!! + DAMN YOU!!!!!! + +Fade back in to the bridge with the Borg ship hovering above Earth on the +viewer. + +Riker: Look how big that ship is... + +LaForge: Yeah, and with the water that blue you can almost see it down there... +(starts laughing to himself). + +The Borg ship starts firing at the Enterprise. + +Riker: YIKES!!! Mr. LaForge, increase power to shields. + +LaForge: Done! + +Riker: Data, are you almost done... + +Data: Sure thing, Willie...help is on its way. + +Riker starts to sweat, which reactivates the tons of cologn he applied this +morning. + +Riker: Ummm.....LaForge, set a collision course with the Borg ship. + +LaForge: What? + +Riker: I said... SET A COLLISION COURSE WITH THE BORG SHIP!!!! + +LaForge: Oh, alright. (presses a code into the panel) + +Riker: Data..... + +Data: Hey, I'm waiting just like you are... + +Riker: Countdown, LaForge...ten...nine...eight...seven...six.. + +Data: Almost here... + +Riker: five...four....three....two... + +LaForge: Captain...another ship is coming into this sector...its a Ferengi ship + +Riker: A Ferengi ship? Here? Put it on screen. + +The screen switches to a shot of a Ferengi ship flopping all around. + +Screen changes to show the bridge where Crusher is hitting Daimon Bach on the +ears. + +Bach: Riker!!! Take her back....please!!!! + +LaForge: Sir, I think we should get the doctor back now. + +Riker: Um....quick..beam Crusher aboard. + +O'Brien: Done... + +Riker: Now lets put the Enterprise back together. + +The side of LaForge's console falls off and he puts it back into place, then +staples it. + +Cut to outside where the two sections reconnect. + +Riker: Hmmmmmm....start firing everything we've got at the Borg ship. + +The Enterprise unloads into the Borg, of couse, causing no damage. + +The Borg fire back and starts to burn away parts of the Enterprise. + +Computer(Casey Casem): Warning. Outer hull breach. Structural damage in ten + seconds. + +Riker: LaForge, collision course in five seconds...four, three, two,... + +Suddenly the Ferengi ship crashes into the Borg and the big cube goes up in a +shower of sparks. + +Riker: Wow. + +COMMERCIAL + +Crazy Hi: I am Crazy Hi, I am not selling you anything in this commercial...and + why not!!!!! To save you money!!!!! + +Fade back in to the bridge of the Enterprise. + +Riker: Well, looks like we've taken care of the Borg...oops...now what are we + gonna do for Picard? + +Data: Sir, our special envoy is here...I am certain we scan get the Captain + back. + +Riker: Lets get down to Sick Bay + +Cut to sick bay, where Locutus is just getting up from the table. + +Riker: Hello, Locutus...someone is here to see you.... + +Riker exits into the shadows and a figure appears. + +Locutus: Who are you? What do you want from me. + +Suddenly Lwaxanna Troi steps out(Played by Roseanne Barr) + +Lwaxanna: Well, hello, you delicious man you!!!! + +Locutus: NO!!!! NO!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! + +Cut to outside where the crew is standing. + +Riker: Yep.....he's back! + +Fade out + +Commercials appear, then fade back into titles and closing theme. + +Well, there it is...the conclusion of Best of Both Bars. I hope you like it. +Also, I was thinking about making my BarTrek series become a weekly thing, +because I can produce these scripts really fast. Any opinions??? + +Please post your answers or E-Mail me with your opinions... Thank You. + -Todd + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartreki b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartreki new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cd8ddc71 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartreki @@ -0,0 +1,1010 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sdd.hp.com!ieee.org!dorm.rutgers.edu!rutgers!psuvax1!psuvm!tab129 +From: TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu (Todd Alan Bobenrieth) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BarTrek II: The Sequel +Message-ID: <91343.135606TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu> +Date: 9 Dec 91 18:56:06 GMT +Organization: Penn State University +Lines: 999 + +Hello, once again and welcome to part two of the much heralded parody... +BarTrek. I won't take the time to give a list of who is who again..that is +on part one. So without any further adieu...here comes BarTrek II. + +Last time on BarTrek... + +Picard: I am Jean-Luc Picard. + +Crew: Ewwwwwwww! + +Data: We...are...computer...locked...and...heading...to...the...Neutral... + Zone. + +Q: Why, my name is Q of the famous Q Continuum. + +Picard: Beverly, I've so missed you. It's been o'er a fortnight since we last + gazed into each others eyes. + +Daimon Bach: In fact, I wish to buy your ship. How much do you want for your + En-ter-prise? + +Picard: I need you to beam over to the Ferengi ship. There are...casualties + that they are unequipped to deal with. + +Bach: You will pay for this, Pee-card!!! + +Picard: Diane...urr.. Tasha... + +and now the conclusion. + +Sela: Well, Captain Picard. It seems as though fate has dealt you a rather + savage blow. + +Riker: She even talks like Tasha. + +Picard: Romulan Commander...we are amazed at how much you look like our former + friend, Tasha Yar. + +Sela: That is not surprising. I have speculated that it doesn't take much to + impress you. + +Picard: Kindly explain yourself. + +Sela: You are the ones who tresspassed into our space. + +Picard: I mean why you so much look like Tasha Yar. + +Sela: Because the woman you knew as Tasha Yar was my sister at a Convent on + Bostonia. + +We close in on Riker's face. He looks dumbfounded as the screen fades to black. + +Run opening sequence. + +Fade into an exterior shot of the Enterprise confronted by five Romulan +Warbirds. + +Cut to the Main Bridge of the Enterprise. + +Picard: A convent? A Romulan at a convent? That is like a Klingon at Alcoholics + Anonymous! + +Worf burps his approval. + +Sela: Regardless of your nonrational human prejudices, I am the sister of Tasha + Yar. + +Riker: How can you prove you are Tasha's sister? + +Sela: Beam me over to your ship and I will prove it. + +Riker: Oh, let me beam her, Captain, it's been so long. + +Picard: Hmmmm. I don't know if that would be wise. I'll beam her. + +Data: You know, ah, the process of beaming was first introduced by... + +Picard throws a lollypop at Data, who ducks and puts his head through the +control panel. + +Picard: You have the bridge, Number Twelve. + +Riker: OK... + +Picard glances back once then gets in turbolift. + +Riker: Well, looks like I'm in command now. As my first order of the day... + Troi..get undressed. + +Troi gasps and we cut to Transporter Room 3. + +Picard: Are you ready, Mr. O'Brien? + +For all intents and purposes, O'Brien will be played by Leslie Nielson. + +O'Brien: Ah, ready for what, sir? + +Picard: To beam the Romulan Commander... + +O'Brien: Ah, I'm not really into Romulans..anyway..I'm on duty. + +Picard: No, I mean to beam her over to this ship... + +O'Brien: Oh..I realize that.....now... + +Picard: Prepare to energize. + +O'Brien takes out a bottle of Gatorade. + +O'Brien: Ready, sir. + +Picard: Engage. + +Suddenly the ship lurches forward a little. + +Picard(taps his Comm Badge): Not you, Mr. LaForge. + +Geordie(voice only): Sorry, sir. + +Picard: Now, Mr. O'Brien. + +O'Brien: What, sir? + +O'Brien: Oh..right. + +O'Brien punches some buttons and a figure materializes on the transporter +platform. + +Sela: Well, Captain Picard. I guess you didn't expect to see me here. + +Picard: Realizing that I didn't know you existed it would be impossible for me + to expect you showing up. When you think of it, your sentence was + irrational. + +Sela: Don't try to outwit me, Picard. I am ten times smarter and much more + sophisticated than you. + +O'Brien(whispers to Picard): She's got you there, sir. + +Picard: Romulan Commander, what is your name? + +Sela: My name is Sela, and what I told you about Yar and I was factual. + +Picard: Well, lets take you down to sick bay and get some proof. + +O'Brien takes Picard arm in arm. + +O'Brien: Ok, lets go. + +Picard: Not you and I,Transporter Chief...Sela and I. + +O'Brien: Aha. + +O'Brien lets go of Picard and turns to walk away but bumps into the wall. + +Picard: After you...(motions for Sela to exit) + +Cut to sickbay where an unnamed doctor is examining Sela. + +Dr. Nobody: All test are positive...she is Tasha's sister. + +Picard: Well, it seems as though we have a situation here. + +Sela: And now I request that you call a staff meeting so I can tell you my + plans. + +Picard: Alright, we shall meet at 0800 hours. + +(Commercial-probably DoubleMint gum and a preview of Beverly Hills 90125) + +Fade into the conference room with the main characters sitting around a table. + +Picard: I have asked you all to assemble here to listen to what Sela has to + say. + +Worf: Alright, but lets try to make it quick, I have an appointment with + Ten Forward at 0830. + +Sela: As you all know, Tasha Yar attended a convent on Bostonia many years ago. + +Riker: Yeah, and I'm the one that had to go rescue her. + +Picard: Will...(waves him off) + +Sela: Well, what no one else knew was that her father secretly married a + Romulan Princess who conceived a child. + +Riker: Oh great, a Rihannsu Princess. + +Sela: I was that child. During the time that Tasha was at that convent, I + secretly replaced her at the prayer conventions and all social gatherings + that occured. + +Picard: But how did you pass as Tasha with those ears of yours? + +Sela takes a pair of earmuffs out of her purse. + +Picard: Well, we are rightfully confused, but the next thing we wish to know is + why we have been brought together. + +Sela: Exactly...and here is your answer. (opens a communicator) Sub-Commander + Gary...you may decloak now. Captain if you will kindly look on your + monitors. + +Picard switches on the viewscreen and suddenly a strange ship that resembles a +small pub decloaks...the words Gary's Tavern blink on a neon sign. + +Picard: Gary's Tavern!!! What is the meaning of this??? + +Gary: Well, Captain Picard..it seems as though we finally got the upperhand. + +Picard: Mr. Data, tell us everything we know about the IRV Gary's Tavern and + her crew. + +Data:(stands up) Hey, sure thing, Johnny. The IRV Gary's Tavern is one of our + oldest enemies. If memory serves, it, ah.. once tried to steal the + Tecumsah Statue on Massachussetts IV. Its commander, Gary is a Romulan + trouble shooter who has destroyed a whole bunch of Federation ships. + +Riker: What do you mean a whole bunch? + +Data: You know, a lot.... + +Picard: Understood, Mr. Data. Proceed. + +Data: Thank you, sir. The last time anyone in the Federation saw his ship, + it was in a fight with a Klingon Bird of Prey, the, ah, IKV Snott. + It was said to have been severly damaged and fleeing back to Rom space. + +Picard: Apparently not as damaged as reported. + +Gary: That's right, Picard. And now we are back to make sure that our revenge + is complete. + +Picard: Data, you may sit down now. + +Data goes to sit down but his chair is pulled out from under him. As he hits +the floor, Q returns in a flash. + +Q: Did you think I forgot about you? + +(Commercial-The Medicare Bracelet for lazy people, etc.) + +Picard: Q, I don't understand why you brought us here. The events that have + transpired today are just irrelevant. (Breaks out in a cold sweat after + saying that word for some reason) + +Q: I don't know, I thought it would be fun. + +Troi: I sense something good is on television. (changes the channel on the + viewscreen to the Fashion Channel) + +Riker turns off television and Troi gives him a hateful look. + +Picard: Look, Q...I realize that you must be pretty powerful... + +Q is pulling rabbits out of a tophat and they disappear as he throws them into +the air. + +Picard: ...But just maybe you will send us home now? + +Q: Nope, you have got to settle this with the Romulans. + +Worf tries to growl but ends up belching. + +Q: With that in mind, I'm leaving now.(disappears) + +Suddenly an dozen eggs materialize above Data's head and crack open as they +hit him. + +Q: Don't think I won't be back. + +Geordie: I probably wouldn't remember his name anyway. + +Sela: So, Captain Picard. I think it would be best now if you would beam me + back to my ship and follow us to Romulus. + +Picard: I suppose that would be the prudent thing to do. + +Screen goes black, when it fades back in, the words "One Minute Later" appear. + +We are now on the bridge where Worf is tapping a new keg, Data is again +chattering endlessly to Geordie and Riker is trying to make a move on +Troi. Picard is in his ready room. + +Riker: Captain, we are picking up a subspace message from Starfleet Command. + +Picard: I'll take it in here. + +Riker: Ok, sir. + +Picard switches on the little viewscreen and the Federation symbol is on. +Suddenly the screen switches to show circles traveling across the bottom of the +screen then a big circle forms in the center and Admiral Johnson walks in + +the middle and sits down at a chair. For all intents and purposes Johnson +will be played by Sean Connery. + +Picard: Admiral Johnson, so nice to see you again. + +Johnson: Yesh, Picard..it ish good to shee you again. + +Picard: I guess you know of our present situation. + +Johnson: Yesh, Captain. Shtarfleet headquartersh picked up your dishtressh + shignal shome time ago. We are shending a fleet to rescue you now. + +Picard: I see. Well, we will be waiting and praying, sir. + +Johnson: Johnshon out. + +Picard switches off the viewer and walks out to the main bridge. + +Riker is sitting in the Captain's chair trying to glance down Troi's uniform. + +Picard: Number Twelve... + +Riker stands up quickly. + +Riker: Yeah... + +Picard: Starfleet is sending a fleet to rescue us, so we had better lock down + for a bout of fisticuffs. + +Riker: A what? + +Geordie: It means we are going to have a little skirmish with the Romulans. + +Everybody looks at Geordie. + +Geordie: Well, that's what Data told me. + +Data sorta slouches down in his chair for the eminent onrush of objects that +will be thrown at him. + +Picard: This is your Captain speaking... + +A great wave of Ewwwwww comes over the intercom. + +Picard: All stations prepare for battle, help is on the way. + +We see multiple shots of people getting ready for battle... +Torpedoes are being readied, phaser banks are being recharged, O'Brien is +trying to fit a leg into a wet suit(several pairs are scattered on the floor in + front of him), Worf brings a new keg onto the bridge and sets it under his +control panel. + +Worf: Hey, there's a message coming from one of the Romulan ships. + +Picard: Which one? + +Worf looks dazed as he searches the control panel. + +Worf: Geez, captain, I dunno. + +Picard: Well, put it on screen. + +The viewscreen comes on and Sela looks upset. + +Sela: You were talking to your headquarters and now you are powering up your + ship. + +Riker: So? + +Picard slaps the top of his head and Riker takes out his mirror and straightens +out his hair. + +Picard: You can't expect us to simply submit to you. + +Sela: Why not? Commander Riker did at the Convent... + +Everyone turns to look at Riker, who is turning red. + +Picard: We can't allow you to take control of a Federation starship. + +Troi: We could set the self destruct and beam to their ship. And then when + they come over here...boom. + +Picard: No, too cliched. + +Worf: I know of a way that we can avert all this? + +Picard: Oh? how? + +Worf: Romulan Commander...I would like to buy each one of your crew...(looks in + his checkbook)...a ...drink...Hmmm. But since I lack the resources, I'll + just buy one for my pal, Data. + +Data: Thank you, Worfy...don't mind if I do. (walks back to Worf's station) + +Sela: Your foolishness bores me, Captain. But soon you will be slaves to the + Empire and your ship will lead the attack on the Federation. + +Geordie(whipers to Data, who has returned with a mug): The joke's on her... + this ship can't run by itself...(snickers) + +Picard: Close channel. + +Screen returns to view of Romulan escorts. + +Cut to Ten Forward + +Guinan: So what'll it be, Worf? + +Worf: Just open up the taps and....you can take the shift off. + +Riker comes in and sits down by Worf. + +Riker: Hey, Worf...funny seeing you here. + +Worf: What's funny about that? + +Riker: Ah, never mind. I was just wondering, what is your opinion of this Sela? + +Worf: She is snotty. + + +Riker: Snotty? + +Worf: Did I pronounce it wrong? + +Riker: No, but I mean...do you think she really is Tasha's sister? + +Worf: It's hard to say, Commander. She seems as obnoxious as Tasha was. + +Riker: Hmmm...maybe I should pay her a visit. + +Cut to Bridge of the IRV T'Spoon where Riker suddenly materializes. + +Sela: What is the meaning of this intrusion. + +Riker: Sela..you know how I felt about ...you..or Tahsa...or whoever...why + are you trying to harm us? + +Sela: I couldn't get a job on any other show since leaving...I needed the + money. + +Riker: You could sub for Carson...everybody else has. + +Rom #1: Commander Sela, the Enterprise is hailing us. + +Sela: As all males should. + +Rom #1: No, I mean they want to talk to us. + +Sela: Oh...put them on screen. + +The screen comes on with a shot of the bridge of the Big E. + +Picard: Commander Riker has beamed over to your ship. + +Sela: No, you're kidding. + +Picard: I am serious...oh, there you are Number Twelve. + +Riker: Hey, sir. + +Picard: What are you over there for. + +Riker: Trying to talk to Sela. + +Picard: Are you having much luck? + +Riker: I just got here. + +Picard: Try to convince her to go away. + +Riker: Sir, she's standing right here. (motions toward Sela) + +Picard: Oh..I knew that. Carry on. + +Suddenly the bridge shutters and Picard falls down. + +Sela: Why did you fall down. + +Picard: Gravity. + +LaForge: Sir, we just shook. Could it be an earthquake? + +Picard: Highly unlikely, Mr. LaForge. Mr. Worf, what happened? + +Worf: A ship has just come out of warp and fired on us. + +Picard: What kind of ship. + +Worf: A big one. + +Picard: Oh...well, put it on screen. + +The screen changes to a shot of a gigantic cube shaped vessel. + +Picard: Mr. Worf, open hailing frequencies with that ship. + +Worf: Ok. + +Worf touches a few buttons. + +Worf: They aren't responding sir. + +Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. + +A computerized EWWWWWWWW!!! comes from the ship. + +Picard: What is the meaning of the attack on our ship? + +Worf: Still no response sir. + +Picard: Put Sela on half the screen. + +Worf: Aye, sir. + +Sela's image appears on half the screen. + +Sela: Looks like you found a new friend, Jean-Luc. + +Picard: What is the meaning of this? What kind of ship is that? + +Sela: I don't know, Picard, nor do I care. + +Picard: Worf, try to get them to answer. + +Worf(looks all excited): Yes SIR! + +Worf pushes some buttons and the Big E fires multiples photons at the ship. + +Picard: MR. WORF!!!! + +Worf: What? + +Picard: I meant by talking to them. + +Worf: Oh. (looks embarrased) + +Worf pushes more buttons. + +Worf: Still no good. + +Picard: Was that ship damaged by the photons? + +Worf: Not even a scratch. + +Data starts waving his hand in the air, trying to get Picard's attention. + +Picard: What, Mr. Data? + +Data: Well, ah, Johnny, I don't believe we have ever seen a ship like this + before. + +Picard: Well that clears a few things up. + +Data: I suggest extreme caution. + +Picard: Really, Mr. Data? You think so? And there I was gonna use flagrent + stupidity. + +Data: I do not think that would be wise. + +Picard: Sit down and shut up, please. + +Data: Aye, sir. + +Guinan(v.o.): Captain Picard. This is Guinan down in ten forward, I might be + able to help you with this ship. + +Picard: Get up here on the double. + +Guinan: I'll be there when I'm good and ready. + +Picard(wipes his forhead): Alright then. + +Sela: Captain, will you please take your First Officer back now? + +Picard looks up at the screen to see Riker trying to kiss Sela. + +Picard: Mr. O'Brien, lock onto Riker and beam him back. + +O'Brien: Allllllright. + +Riker materializes in transporter room 3 + +Riker: Hey, what do ya think you're doing. I was making a little progress + back there. + +O'Brien: Sorry, Commander. A ship is attacking us and he thought we had a + fifty-fifty chance of surviving without you, but there would only be + a twenty percent chance of that. + +Riker: Oh, tell him I'm on my way to the bridge. + +O'Brien: Allllrigt. + +Riker leaves and the camera follows him down the hall. Suddenly a door opens +and a scantily clad female officer comes out in the hall and grabs his wrist, +then leads him into her room. The door shuts. + +Back on the bridge. + +Picard: Where the hell is Riker. + +Worf: Sir, the enemy ship is hailing us. + +Picard: On screen. + +Worf: Its only audio. + +Picard: Then turn on the speakers. + +Worf turns a knob to the right. + +Borg: Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise, + Registration NCC-1701-D. We have scanned your ship and have determined + that you could not withstand an attack from our ship. You are ordered to + beam to our ship immediately. Resistance is futile. If you do not comply + your ship will be destroyed. If you do not beam over your ship will be + destroyed. + +Picard: That's quite a demand. Close channel. + +Worf pushes a button and the Paramount logo comes on the viewscreen. + +Picard: Comments, anyone. + +LaForge: Thats a big ship. + +Picard: Mr. Worf? + +Worf: I say we fire all weapons at it. + +Data: I say we challenge it to a round of Jeopardy. + +Picard: Troi? + +Troi is still smoking and painting her nails. + +Troi: I don't know...ask Riker. + +Picard: Where the hell is he. + +Cut back to the female officer's room where Riker is smoking a cigarette. + +Officer: Oh, Will you were fantastic. + +Riker: I know, I know. + +Suddenly a figure materializes in the room. + +Riker: Hmmmm...hello there. Who are you? + +The Borg doesn't respond to his question, but starts looking around the room + +Riker: Riker to the bridge. + +Picard(v.o.): Will, where the hell are you? + +Riker: In an uncredited female's room. I think you better get down here. We + have a visitor. + +Cut to a series of pathetic commercials. + Commercial #1... + +Two men are fighting and one falls down. The one standing is Freddy Krueger. +Freddy waves his fingerknives around. Suddenly the Energizer Bunny comes +through. + +Voice: Still going after... + +Freddy claws the bunny to pieces. + +Freddy: Thats why I use....Radio Shack brand batteries. HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! + +A package of Radio Shack batteris comes on the screen. + +Voice: Radio Shack batteries. Hey...why not. + +Fade back into the show. The entire bridge crew is in the room. + +Picard: Mr. Worf, what do you make of it. + +Worf: An excuse to go next door to ten forward. + +Worf exits. + +Picard: I am Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. + +The Borg looks at him with a sickened expression. + +Picard: Who are you and why are you on my ship. + +The Borg keeps looking through drawers and cabinets. + +Picard: Mr. Data, fire your phaser at him..set it for stun. + +Data: Hey, sure thing, Cap'n sir. + +Data sets the phaser to stun and fires...the Borg is unaffected. + +Picard: Change it to kill. + +Data changes it and fires. the Borg falls down. Then another Borg comes in and +takes some pieces off and beams away. The dead Borg vanishes. + +LaForge: Hey, that other guy stole his wallet. + +Picard: MR. LAFORGE!!! + +Troi: Captain, you better get back to the bridge. + +Picard: She was left in charge up there? + +Everyone looks at each other and hurredly runs out. + +Cut to the bridge, now furnished like a coffee shop. + +The crew enters and looks around, shocked. + +Picard: Counciller, what have you done? + +Troi: I just thought a change would be nice. + +Picard: But...but.. + +Troi: Don't you like it, dear...ah...Captain? + +Picard: Well, quite frankly....NO!!! + +Troi starts to cry and runs to the turbolift, which doesn't open. Troi runs +into it and falls down. + +Picard: Mr. Worf...open a channel to the Romulans. + +Worf: Ok, Captain. + +Sela comes on screen. + +Sela: Now what do you want? + +Picard: Hey...you brought us here. + +The screen splits in half with Sela on one side, Gary's Tavern on the other. + +Gary: Picard...is this a trick? That ship must be part of a new Federation + force. + +Picard: Hmmm...yes, that's exactly what it is...I bet you can't destroy it. + It's too tough for the famous Gary's Tavern. Come on...try it.. + Chicken. + +Gary: No one calls Gary's Tavern CHICKEN!!! + +The viewscreen switches to an exterior shot of Gary's Tavern moving into +firing position and unloads into the Borg ship. The Borg return the fire and +Gary's Tavern goes spinning off into space. Suddenly the ship starts rotating +to reveal a large Peacock with the letters NBC below it. + +Picard: What on earth? + +Borg Voice: We are known as the Borg. We have come to assimilate your ship + into our culture. Resistance will be futile. You must surrender. + +Riker: I know that voice... + +The viewscreen changes to a shot of the inside of the Borg ship. A black man +wearing a big sweater. (Bill Cosby) + +Borg: You shall become one with the Borg. You shall all become one with the + Borg. + +Picard: I don't think you understand. We have no desire or need to join with + you. We are doing pretty well on our own. + +Borg: Your origins lie with the Borg. Your future lies once again with the Borg + and you will soon be assimilated. + +Picard: Raise shields. + +Worf: They were raised long ago, sir. + +Picard: Oh yeah. Well, get me through to Sela. + +The viewscreen changes to a shot of the Romulan bridge. + +Sela: What is it now, Picard? + +Picard: These beings intend to incorporate us all into their culture. This + presents a bit of a problem. + +Sela: What makes you think they even want us. + +Suddenly a Borg materializes behind Sela. + +Picard: You were saying. + +A Romulan officer phasers the Borg, who takes an extra long time falling. + +Sela: We will assist you in destroying them. + +The Romulan ships start to get in formation. + +Picard: Now here this, we are about to attack the Borg ship. All hands to your + stations. + +Worf goes to the coat rack, gets his jacket, and leaves. + +Picard; Ensign Tortelli to the bridge. + +Data: Sir, if I may... + +Picard: If you may what? + +Data: I have some thoughts on strategies. + +Picard: Oh really? This should prove interesting. + +Data: Well, Cappy. I think if we tried the Main Deflector Dish... + +Picard: Hmmmm...that might not be such a bad idea. + +LaForge: Captain, should I move the ship? + +Picard: Why? + +LaForge: I dunno...maybe to avoid the chunks of the Gary's Tavern that were + blasted off. + +On the screen we see big hunks of metal coming toward the Big E. + +Picard: Alright, make it so. + +LaForge: Well... + +Picard: Well, what? + +LaForge: Where should I go? + +Picard: Acapulco for all I care. + +LaForge: Sir, isn't that a little too far just to avoid junk? + +Picard: MOVE!!!! + +LaForge punches some buttons and the Enterprise speeds out of the way just in +time to avoid being struck by the junk. + +Borg: Time's up. You will now be destroyed. + +Picard: Sela, now! + +The Romulan ships start firing away at the huge cube. Chunks of the metal are +blown off as the Enterprise fires its phasors and photons. + +Picard: Ensign Tortelli, how soon til we can fire the Main Deflector Dish? + +Tortelli: Ahhhhh, about five minutes, sir. + +Picard: Lt. LaBeck, how are the engines holding? + +LaBeck: Oh, they're alright. I'm keeping them in check. + +Cut to the engine room where LaBeck is pointing a hockey stick at a console. + +LaBeck: Just try anything. + +Cut back to the bridge. + +Tortelli: Ready to fire, sir. + +Picard: Main Deflector Dish...ready.....FIRE! + +The Dish shoots forth a massive amount of power that rips through the Borg ship +and takes out two of the Romulan ships. + +Tortelli: Captain, the Borg ship is retreating. + +On the screen, the Borg ships warps away, leaving a trail of ionized dust. + +Riker: Wow, we did it. + +Data: That was the quickest victory in Starfleet History. The previous record + was approximately, ah... + +Picard throws his command chair at Data. + +On the screen, Sela appears. + +Sela: It seems as though we have beaten the enemy ship. Now you must answer for + destroying two of our ships. + +Picard: Sela, we are deeply sorry for doing that, but it was an accident. + +Sela: I'm afriad that just isn't good enough, you intellectual deviot. + +Picard: Oh, really? Then maybe this will change your mind...chi'pahkk mohkk + schlokkh rokkh. + +Three Klingon Birds of Prey uncloak, surrounding the Warbirds. + +LaForge: Captin, three Klingon ships have just decloaked. + +Picard: I know that, Mr. LaForge. + +LaForge: Ohhhhh, ok...sorry, sir. + +Sela: Very nice, Picard. It appears as though I misjudged you. + +Riker: Wench. + +Picard slaps Riker in top of the head. Riker takes out his mirror. + +Picard: I think it best if we would both leave this area now. + +Sela: Agreed. I'll be seeing you again soon, Picard. + +Picard: I'm sure you will. Close channel. + +The screen switches to a shot of the Warbirds turning back to Romulan space +and cloaking. + +Picard: Mr. Tortelli, hail the Pukke and tell K'boom I said thank you. + +Tortelli: Yes, sir. + +Riker: Well Captain, looks as though we got out of that one by the skin of our + tonsils. + +Data starts to say something but sees Picard glaring at him and stops. + +Picard: Mr. LaForge, lets go home. + +LaForge: Yes, sir...what heading... + +Picard: Home. Did I not just say that? + +LaFarge: Oh, yeah. + +Tortelli: Sir, a ship is coming into this sector. + +Picard: On screen. + +A Ferengi ship speeds into range, bouncing all about the place. The screen +changes to a shot of its bridge. + +Bach: Pee-card Captain!!!! We will get you back..some day..some time... + +Crusher: Captain...Jean-Luc darling...take me back...please....!!! These things + are ugly, dirty, and they smell extremely bad. + +Picard motions for the channel to be closed. +The screen returns to the view of the Ferengi ship flopping off into the +distance. + +Picard: I guess that ends a rather interesting first voyage of the Barship + Enterprise. I think we should all go to Ten Forward and join Worf for + a nice cool drink. + +Riker: Aye, sir...right behind you. (runs to the turbolift and exits) + +The screen switches to an external shot of the Big E + +Picard: Captain's Log, Stardate...damn...my watch is broke. Well, anyway... + we have completed this unplanned excursion into the Neutral Zone, + brought up by a being called Q. We met a Romulan that claims to be the + sister of the late Tasha Yar, and we encountered a fierce lifeform + known as the Borg. We almost were destroyed on a number of occasions, + but on the brighter side, I won't have to wear a mousetrap on my hand + when I'm around Dr. Crusher. So all in all it was a magnificent day. + This is Jean-Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise...signing off. + +Picard sits back in his chair and looks up at the ceiling. He puts on his brown + fedora. + +Picard: I wonder if holodeck three is open... + +Picard exits. Suddenly Q appears, wearing a starfleet uniform, holding a drink. + +Q(in Picard's voice): Mr. LaForge...set a course for Alpha Centauri Five...oh, + and send Mr. Data in. + +Q starts laughing to himself as we cut to the outside of the ship. The Big E +warps away, leaving Data behind in a shuttlecraft. + +Data(voice only): Hey, Johnny...where am I...where'd the ship go...help.. + +The screen goes black, we get the usual commercials, then the ending theme from +Cheers as the credits appear. + +Well, thats it..the second half of the BarTrek story. Hope you enjoyed it... +E-Mail responses to tjc111@psuvm for any questions, comments, concerns, etc. +This is Todd Bobenrieth saying...so long from Happy Valley. + +*********************************************************************** +* * * +* * Todd A. Bobenrieth * +* But I am mortal. How can * We are strong. We have weapons. * +* I prove it to you? * TAB129@PSUVM.psu.edu * +* -Q * * +* * * +* Die. * Leiben Sie lang und gedeihen. * +* -Worf * * +*********************************************************************** + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..498f3ae9 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekt differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekw b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekw new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9979e28b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bartrekw @@ -0,0 +1,758 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!psuvax1!psuvm!tab129 +Organization: Penn State University +Date: Wednesday, 8 Apr 1992 15:03:55 EDT +From: Todd Alan Bobenrieth +Message-ID: <92099.150355TAB129@psuvm.psu.edu> +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Bar Trek:"Who's Afraid of a Virginia Worf?" +Lines: 747 + +BAR TREK-"Who's Afraid of a Virginia Worf?" + +Here is the fifth installment of the much heralded (NOT!) BarTrek series. +Due to lack of time and ideas...this will be the next to last episode. +Within a week or so of the posting of this one will be THE final episode +of BarTrek so get ready for a BIG finale. Anyway, for those of you who +have never read one of my parodies or don't remember, here is the cast as +they relate to the cast of Cheers... + +Picard.....Frazier(I thought of it before they did) +Data.......Cliff Clavin +Worf.......Norm Peterson +LaForge....Woody +Guinan.....Carla +Ro.........Woody's Girlfriend +Beverly....Lilith +Riker/Rom Commander...Sam Malone +O'Brien...Leslie Nielson +Alexander..Carla's son(I forget his name) +Sela.....Diane Chambers + +The rest of the characters are dead, as per earlier episodes. Let's begin. This +one takes place shortly after Geordie Diem. + +Fade into Ten Forward where Worf and Data are sitting at the bar. + +Worf: Data, please go away. + +Data: I just want to make sure that, ah, you are not still mad that I was + chosen to replace Commander Riker. + +Worf: It doesn't bother me, now leave! + +Data: But I haven't ordered yet. + +Guinan walks by and throws a drink in Data's face. + +Data: That ought to do. + +Picard(voice only): Mr. Worf, Mr. Data, report to the bridge immediatley. + Red Alert. + +Worf and Data exit. We cut to the bridge where Picard is in his chair. + +Ro: Captain, the vessel has cloaked. + +Picard: Oh wonderful. + +Worf and Data enter. + +Data: Why are we on Red Alert, sir? + +Picard: Look at that Romulan Warbird on the screen. + +Data and Worf stare up at the screen and squint. + +Worf: I see no Romulans! + +Picard: Well you would if it wasn't cloaked. + +Ro: Captain, message coming in from the warbird. + +Picard: On screen. + +Ro: Audio only. + +Picard: Proceed. + +Rom(voice only): Federation starship, you are in Romulan space. You are under + arrest. + +Picard: To whom am I speaking? + +Rom: I am Commander...ungh(slap heard) Bob!!! Call me Bob! + +Picard: Well, BOB.you are mistaken. This is Federation space. + +Bob: Is not! + +Picard: Is too! + +The viewer shows the warbird decloak. + +Bob: Think you can stand up to one of these babies? + +Picard: Yes! + +Eight more warbirds decloak + +Bob: How about now? + +Close up of Picard's face as we fade to titles and theme music. + +Fade back in to an ext. shot of the Enterprise surrounded by Warbirds. + +Picard: What is the meaning of this? You know this is Federation space. + +Bob: Sorry, we have claimed this space for our empire. + +Picard(Aside to Data): Can they do that? + +Data: Not legally, sir. + +Picard: I see... Commander Bob, what do you want of us? + +Bob: You will come back with us to Romulus and become slaves! + +Picard: That is a tired cliche! + +Bob: I know, but our government is very conservative. + +Picard: I cannot allow you to take my ship. + +Bob: You cannot stop us. + +Picard: Try me. + +Rom #2: I already have Jean-Luc. + +Picard: I know that voice...show yourself. + +The viewer switches to a shot of the Romulan. + +Crusher: It can't be! + +Picard: Will??? + +The Rom lookalike of Riker, without a beard, smirks. + +Crusher: What a rather intricate developement. + +Picard: How is this possible? + +Rom: You recall your old friend, Tasha Yar... + +Picard: Let me guess, you're her brother??!! + +Rom: No, her son. + +Picard: Oh really? And I suppose you have proof of this? + +Rom: Does looking at me not suffice? + +Crusher: He's got you there, Jean-Luc. + +Picard: Perhaps, my dear, but I need more evidence. + +Rom: More evidence, you say? How about this... + +He clicks his fingers and two Romulan woman run to him. + +Picard: He is definitely related to Riker. But why now?? + +Rom: There is no better time. I have come to take daddy home. + +Picard glances at Crusher. + +Picard: Um, he's not here right now. + +Rom: Where is he? + +Picard: He is...on vacation. + +LaForge: No he isn't, sir. He died last week. + +Picard appears to be ready to burst. + +Rom: My father is dead?! Hmmm..I guess I'll have to take someone else. + +Data: Romulan Commander, you said earlier that, ah, you wished to capture + all of us. Now you only want one. + +Rom: Guys are allowed to change their minds too. + +Picard: You must leave here now. Other Federation ships are on their way. + +Rom: Then we must act quickly. + +Picard: Worf, raise shields!!!! + +Worf: Shields up, sir. + +Cut to ext. shot of Rom ships firing on the Big E. Cut back to bridge. + +Worf: Shields failing sir. + +Computer Voice(still Casey Casem): Warning, outer hull breach in twenty seconds + +Data: Torpedo bay damaged, sir. Main phasor banks shorted out. + +Picard: Increase power to shields. Try to repair the weapons quick! + +The warbirds continue to fire, then suddenly stop. + +Picard: Now what? + +The eight other ships leave the area and cloak. + +Picard: I don't understand this at all. + +The screen switches back to the Romulan Commander. + +Rom: Your shields are gone. You have no weapons, and now you'll have one less + crewmember. Don't try to interfere or you will all lose your lives. + +Two Romulans beam onto the bridge of the Enterprise. + +Rom#1: Nobody move + +Worf sticks out his tongue at them. + +Rom#2: Klingon idiot! + +He phasers Worf, who falls to the floor. The Romulans pick him up and all +three beam away. + +We fade to a commercial, then back in to the Big E, where Picard, Ro, Data, and +Crusher are in the Ready Room. + +Picard: What could they possibly want with Worf? + +Ro: His good sense of humor? + +Crusher: His preponderance for fine cousine? + +Data: He is a, ah, Klingon, Cappy. And as we all know, Romulans aren't too + fond of Klingons. They might just use him for torture. + +Picard: Regardless of their intentions, we must get him back. + +Crusher: When do those ships you mentioned arrive? + +Picard: I made that up. + +Ro: A wise decision, sir. + +Picard: Why all of a sudden are you being such a good officer? And what's with + that stupid haircut?? + +Ro: Sir,I.. + +Geordie: Captain, the Romulan Warbird is leaving. + +Picard: On my way. + +Cut to the bridge of the Warbird. + +Worf: What do you want from me? + +Rom: Have a seat, Klingon. + +Worf refuese to sit, but two guards push him down and tie his arms. + +Rom: I said guys could change their minds too. Yours will be changed for you. + +Close up on Worf as we cut to an ext. shot of the Enterprise. + +Picard: Captain's Log, Supplimental: The Romulans have captured Mr. Worf and + are heading back to the Neutral Zone. The Enterprise is in pursuit of + their vessel and all we can do is pass time. + +Cut to holodeck, where Picard and Data are playing hopscotch. + +Data: Captain, you have obviously never played this game before. + +Picard is lying face-first on the ground. He stands up and tugs on his shirt. + +Picard: I'm not as good at this as I am at polo. + +Data: Yeah, sure. + +Ro(voice only): Captain, we are approaching the Romulan vessel. + +Picard: I'm on my way. + +Picard and Data exit. Cut to bridge where LaForge is watching "I Love Lucy" on +the viewer. Picard and Data enter from the turbolift. + +Picard: What's the status, Mr. LaForge? + +Geordie: Lucy and Ethel are messing up their job at a candy factory. + +Picard: No, I mean with the Romulan ship. + +Geordie: Oh, lemme check. (hits some buttons) It seems to have suffered some + kind of damage to its engines. + +Picard: This is our chance. Mr. O'Brien, lock on to Worf and beam him home. + +O'Brien: We are too far from Klinzhai to beam him there. + +Picard: TO THE ENTERPRISE!!!!!! + +O'Brien: Check. + +Ro: Sir, they are firing at us. + +Picard: DUCK!! + +Picard and Ro duck as the cream pies thrown by Data and LaForge sail over their +heads. + +Picard: That'll be enough of that! + +On the viewer,the Romulan Warbirds explodes. + +O'Brien: Sir, the Warbird has exploded. + +Picard: No??!!!! + +O'Brien: It's true. + +Picard: Tell me you got Worf out of there. + +O'Brien: Alright, you got Worf out of there. + +Picard: Mr. O'Brien, did you get Worf out of there in time? + +O'Brien: Aye, sir. But he wasn't alone. + +Picard: What do you mean? + +O'Brien: Someone came with him. + +Picard: WHO???!!!!! + +O'Brien: The Romulan Commander. + +Picard raises his eyebrows as we fade out. + +COMMERCIAL + +"Have you ever been in an accident? Does you insurance company not cover + incidents involving penguins? Call the law offices of Dewey, Cheetum, and + Howe. Our legal assistants are waiting for you call, and don't forget... + we won't take a massive chunk of your money until you receive it. Call today." + +Fade back in to transporter room #2 where O'Brien is holding a banana at the +back of the Romulan's head. Picard and Data enter. + +Picard: So..Bob...looks like you goofed up. + +Rom: Don't think this is over, Picard! + +Worf takes the Romulan away. + +Picard: What do you think he meant by that? + +Data: Most likely an idle threat, nothing more. + +The Red Alert claxons go off. + +Ro(voice only): Captain, the Romulan Commander has escaped and is destroying + parts of the ship. + +Picard: I thought Worf had him restrained. + +Ro: Sir, Worf is helping him. + +Picard: What?! + +Ro: SIR, WORF IS HELPING HIM!!!! + +Picard: No way. + +Ro: Way! (sorry, had to do that) + +Wesley: Captain... + +Picard: YEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! (jumps into Data's arms) Where did you come from? + +Wesley: Sir, I realize its probably been a while for you, but.... + +Picard: I mean how did you get on the ship? + +Wesley: I was kicked out of Starfleet Academy for accidentally shooting + Boothby. + +Picard: Boothby??? + +Wesley: Yes, and they assigned me to the Enterprise for the remaining two + episodes. + +Picard: Remaining two episodes? How do you know this? + +Wesley: It said so at the beginning of the script. + +Picard: Ahhh. (looks at Data) Put me down. + +Data: You jerk-off!!! + +Picard: No, I mean let me down. + +Data drops Picard, who hits the floor hard. + +Picard: Alright, but we have a bit of a problem right now. + +Wesley: I know, the renegade Romulan who looks like Commander Riker. + +Picard: Exactly, any ideas? + +Wesley: Let's go look for them. + +Picard hits himself on the head and they exit. + +Cut to sick bay where Crusher is intently sewing. + +Picard: Doctor Crusher, we have an emergency, come with us now! + +Crusher: Yes, beloved, let me conclude this venture first. + +She finishes up and holds up a pair of baby booties. She exits. + +Cut to Shuttlebay Four, where Barclay is carefully stacking heavy barrels +with an anti-grav crane. Worf and the Commander enter. + +Worf: Lt. Barclay, look up...look down..look at my fist! (punches Barclay) + +Barclay falls and they two hide him behind the barrels. + +Rom: Well done, Worf. Now lets get ready to signal the fleet. + +Worf: Aye, sir. + +Cut to bridge, where Ro is playing an atari game with LaForge. + +Picard(voice only): Ensign Ro, any further reports of violence? + +Ro: Well, Geordie just destroyed one of my ships. + +Picard: Violence concerning the Romulan and Worf!! + +Ro: Well, they have spray-painted some rather derrogatory remarks on Deck 15. + +Picard: Quick, get the paint thinner crews to that area. Picard out. + +Cut back to Deck 26, where Picard, Wesley, and Data are looking in every room. + +Wesley: Nothing in here. + +Picard: Wesley, that's the trash compactor. + +Wesley: Oh. + +Data: Sir, why don't we ask the computer to locate Worfy? + +Picard: Not a bad idea. Computer, locate Mr. Worf. + +Computer: Mr. Worf is in Shuttlebay Four. + +Picard: I suggest we go to Shuttlebay Four. + +Data: Good thinking, Johnny. + +The three run towards the Shuttlebay. +Cut back to Shuttlebay Four where Worf is punching controls into the computer. + +Rom: You must hurry. They already know where we are. + +Worf: They don't know where we are. They would have flooded the area with + noxious gasses if they did. + +Suddenly, right on cue, gas flows out of the vents. + +Rom: Good work, Klingon. + +Worf shrugs. Picard, Wesley, and Data come into the Shuttlebay. + +Worf: Stay away, Captain. I will be forced to take action against you if you + interfere. + +Picard: Worf, you must fight the control of the Romulan. + +Worf raises his hand and puts his pointer finger in the air. + +Worf: Worf's not here right now, Captain Picard. + +Picard: Ensign Ro, stop with the gas already. + +Ro(voice only): Sorry sir, gas stopping now. + +The gas stops coming out of the vents. + +Picard: What was that anyway? + +Ro: Klingon Approdesiac! I thought it might help. + +Worf glances over at the Romulan seductively + +Rom: Stop looking at me that way. + +Crusher runs into the room. Worf seizes her as a hostage. + +Rom: Now all of you, back up and face the wall. + +Fade out to a commercial + +COMMERCIAL + +"This weekend on pay-per-view...it's WrestleMania MCMXXXVII, where WWF Champion + Macho Man Randy Savage defends the title against the number one challenger: + Hannibal Lector!!! + Savage: Oooooh, yeah, Hannibal Lector...when we get inside that steel cage, + I'm gonna fry you!!!! + +Lector: Yes, Mr. Savage, there will be frying done. But it will be me frying + you in a light cheese sauce. + +Also: Hulk Hogan will announce if he is finally going to retire, or stay here + and further extend my pocketbook. Don't miss WrestleMania, live as it + happens and only on pay-per-view!!! + +Fade back in to Shuttlebay Four, where Worf is feeling out Crusher. + +Crusher: Stop it you overgrown chia pet! + +Rom: Quiet! Now, Worf. How close is the fleet? + +Worf: Two days away. + +Rom: Good! Now, Picard...dance!!! + +Picard: Dance??? + +Rom: Did I mispronounce it?! + +Data: If I may, sir... the correct pronunciation of the word, at least the + English equivalent has, ah, been handed down from the original word... + +ALL: SHUT UP!!!!! + +Rom: You see Picard, this is the first step in the annihilation of the + puny Federation. + +Picard: Watch your language! + +Wesley moves behind a console and takes out his phaser. + +Rom: We have easily brainwashed your comrade, Worf, and you will be next. + +Picard: I see. This has been tried before, you know, and by a much more + powerful race. + +Rom: The Indy 500? + +Picard: NO!!!! The Borg!!!! + +Picard glances over to see that Wesley is aiming his phaser at the Romulan. + +Picard: Wesley, now! + +Wesley fires once, which makes him stumble backward, firing wildly. +The Romulan is hit, and disappears, the then hits Dr. Crusher in the head, +she disappears. A third shot hits the stacked barrels which tumble on top +of Worf. + +Picard: Umm....nice shootin', Tex. + +Wesley: Thank you, sir...but my name is Wes. + +Picard, Data, and Wesley walk over to where Worf is laying with a barrel on +his back. + +Picard: Mr. Worf, are you alright? + +Worf: Do I LOOK alright???!!! + +Data: The, ah, Klingon's got a point there, Cappy. + +Wesley: Worf, have you been released of the brainwashing effect? + +Worf: Yes, back to normal. + +Picard: Good, then you can report to clean up duty on Level 15. + +Worf: Aye, sir...but can I make one request? + +Picard: Of course. + +Worf: GET THIS BARREL OFF MY BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! + +Data picks up the barrel and sets it beside Worf, then kicks him. + +Data: Get up, you lazy half breed. + +Worf tries to stand up, but can't. + +Worf: I can't move! + +Data picks up Worf's hand and lets it drop. + +Data: He's right, Johnny...he seems to be, ah, paralyzed. + +Picard: Para... + +Data: No, not para....paralyzed. + +Picard: Hmmm...first Wesley kills his own mother. Now this...Two crew members + in one episode. + +Data looks through a book. + +Data: That is a new record, sir. + +Picard: Well, lets get him to sick bay and see if Doctor Kazoo can save him. + +Cut to sick bay, where Dr. Kazoo and a visiting Dr. Pulaski(played by +Audrey Hepburn) are looking at x-rays of Worf's back. + +Kazoo: Looks like we will not be able to repair his spinal cord. + +Pulaski: Nope...any other ideas? + +Kazoo: Maybe we could try the new replacement system I developed last week. + +Pulaski: Is it safe? + +Kazoo: Doctor, now is not the time for old movie references. + +Pulaski: Indeed, sorry. But will Worf have a good chance to live? + +Kazoo: I can't tell. + +Pulaski: You can tell me, I'm a doctor. + +Kazoo: No, I mean I don't know. + +Pulaski: Lets tell him what his alternatives are. + +Cut to Worf laying on the table, later that day. + +Worf: Captain, I must ask a big favor of you. + +Picard: If its about the cheese rations, I told you we can't budge. + +Worf: No no no... + +Picard: And no more autographs for Alexander... + +Worf: Captain...I request that you kill me. + +Picard: Kill you?? Why? + +Worf: I am useless now. + +Picard: To be honest with you, Worf, you were useless before. + +Worf: I know. But now I can't even move. + +Picard: Worf, I cannot kill you. + +Worf: If you do not, I will do it myself. + +Picard: For God's sake, Worf, show a little backbone... + +Worf frowns. + +Picard: Oh...I'm sorry, Worf.. I didn't mean... + +Worf: Sure, whatever. + +Picard: Don't you have any other options? + +Worf: There is the new replacement surgery suggested by Dr. Kazoo...but there + isn't much chance of recovery. + +Picard: Any chance would be better than just killing yourself. + +Worf: Are you ordering me to allow the surgery? + +Picard: Yes. + +Worf: Fine. Make it so. + +Picard opens his mouth to respond as we fade to a commercial. + +I really wanna get the parody done, so the commercial has been cancelled. + +Fade back in to the operating room parlour. + +Picard: What is taking them so long? + +Data: I believe the operation is, sir. + +Picard: Shut up, you pinhead. + +Data mouths, "Pinhead?" and feels the top of his head. + +Pulaski and Kazoo come out. + +Picard: How did it go, Doctors? + +Kazoo: Well, there was extensive damage to his spinal cord. It was unrepairable + and threatened his life. + +Pulaski: Dr. Kazoo's new technique was attempted to see if we could give Worf + a replacement spinal cord. The operation went as well as could be. + +Picard: Then Worf is alright? + +Pulaski: Well, for a few minutes...Worf was dead. But there is something that + only a handful of Trekkers know...Klingons have two of almost every + organ in their body. Because he has two hearts, Worf should be able + to function well enough while he recouperates... + +Kazoo: You say his other heart also works? + +Pulaski: Yes, of course it does...why do you ask? + +Kazoo: Ummm....I thought it was just like spare parts and removed the newer + one... + +Pulaski: You mean???? + +Everyone looks into the camera + +Cut to the outside of the Enterprise as a photon tube is shot out and impacts +with a star that is nearby. The star erupts as the Big E warp off into the +distance. We fade to black and then back into closing theme and titles. + +Well, there it is...the latest chapter in the BarTrek series. As I said earlier +there will only be one more story, then I hang up my writer's hat and call it +a day. So I intend to make the last story as funny as possible, it will be +finished in a few weeks. Until then...tell me via E-mail or post your thoughts +on this tale... + + ********************************************************************* + * * + * It's the JNaii, they bother me. - Worf & Troi during * + * Why? a card game in * + * They just do.....they're all alike. "The Outcast" * + * * + ********************************************************************* + * * + * For a free transcript of anything I say, send $29.95 to * + * Todd A. Bobenrieth(TAB129)@PSUVM * + * * + * * + * * + ********************************************************************* + + + + + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/battleof b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/battleof new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2243843d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/battleof @@ -0,0 +1,320 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!ames!enews.sgi.com!fido.asd.sgi.com!wolff.asd.sgi.com!wolff +From: wolff@wolff.asd.sgi.com (Wolff Dobson) +Newsgroups: alt.shared-reality.startrek.klingon,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: A battle of the minds +Date: 18 Jul 1994 06:53:04 GMT +Organization: Klingon Anti-Defamation League +Lines: 306 +Sender: wolff@wolff.asd.sgi.com +Message-ID: <30d8sg$3pq@fido.asd.sgi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: wolff.asd.sgi.com +Summary: A battle of the minds +Keywords: explosions, doom, destruction + +/* It has come to my attention that a certain group of Klingons + * seem not yet to be shared in this reality. Those klingons + * of the Old Trek. + + * I propose a duel, a duel of the mind across many realities. + * A battle across the timestreams. + + * Let me kick it off here. . .add as you see fit. + * And may the best sapient win. . . + */ + +"Entering Wormhole," said Dax to herself. After serving on board larger +ships and on the Ops deck on DS9, she was used to announcing such things +out loud in the semi-officious language of the Federation. + +This was a typical routine mission: through the Wormhole into the Gamma +Quadrant to set up some space buoys to direct unwary travellers away from +the entrance to the Wormhole. She had six buoys in the cargo hold of +the /Nile/; large sturdy pyramidal things nearly three meters high made +of transparent aluminum that gave off strong subspace signals on many +frequencies warning of the possible entrance to the wormhole in as many +languages as she and O'Brian had managed to jam into the small memories. + +Keiko had been acting a bit self-important, as usual, so Dax had volunteered +to take care of distribution while O'Brian dealt with his wife's annoyance +that he was spending so much time with Dax on this project. /I don't think +I'll ever even consider getting married/, she thought to herself, +but the Trill inside sent out a wave of almost-thought that brought +back the warmth and comfort that her brief romance at Starfleet +Academy had brought her. She smiled to herself. The Trill was always +a source of surprise. + +"Warning---instability in Wormhole!" said the computer in its irritatingly +prim voice. + +Dax leapt out of her reverie and stared at the instrument readings in +front of her. Instability was an understatement. A new passage of lightning- +covered 'hole branched off from DS9's usual pathway through the time-space +rift. The /Nile/, already "coasting," was being diverted down this new path. +Even as she struggled with the maneuvering jets, she knew that she was +on a roller coaster ride to wherever she was going. /And in time space +rifts/, she thought, /a better question might *whenever*./ + +---*---- + +Commander Kohlar stood on the command bridge of the Bird of Prey /Homicide/. +He looked at his orders in disbelief as they hung on the screen. +He cleared the screen back to the Klingon High Council emblem. + +"What are our orders, sire?" said Lieutenant Commander Ssa, a Klingon +warrior of great cunning and skill, one who might yet succeed Kohlar +if Kohlar was exceptionally stupid. He was second in command on +/Homicide/ and first officer. + +"You would not believe the news," snarled Kohlar. + +Ssa knew it had to be bad news. Kohlar didn't ever snarl about good news. +As an afterthought, Ssa realized that Kohlar snarled about everything. +Kohlar also never announced anything but bad news. + +"Yes, Sire? What news would I not believe?" Ssa smiled slyly. "I am always +looking for diverting ways to strech my imagination." + +"That bastard Kirk was acquitted today of the entire Genesis matter!" +Kohlar stomped irritably about the raised command console. The other +three officers on watch tried to not notice or cringe at the clangs of +Kohlar's steel boots. "He was demoted to Captain for saving the Earth +by bringing back ancient sea creatures from the past!" + +"That *is* difficult to believe," observed Ssa dryly. + +"That is not enough punishment for Kirk!" Kohlar shouted. "This day +is ruined!" + +Lieutenant Lokk, weapons officer, rolled his eyes behind Kohlar's back. +Every day was ruined. How in the name of the Emperor did he end up in +/this/ backwater job? Kohlar's third cousin had been backhandedly spit +on by one of the /Enterprise/ crew in some muddle-up with some tribbles +over decades ago, yet Kohlar took it as a personal quest. Ssa met +Lokk's eyes and knew his thoughts, but Ssa also knew that Kohlar, for all +his ravings, was a master tactician and a brilliant fighter. Kohlar +might be in line for a position at High Command in Strategy if it weren't +for the fact that he foamed at the mouth whenever given Federation prey. +It was deemed, Sss had heard from inside sources, that Kohlar be left on +border patrol where he was *supposed* to shoot at the Feds. + +"We will hunt," he said. "It will be the only way I can find *satisfaction* +today." + +"But our orders?" said Lokk, very quietly. + +"Our orders are of no consequence! I will not return to Rura Pente for +guard duty! I must hunt the Federation!" The commander tossed his +fists in rage, then threw himself into his command chair. + +Ssa sighed without moving his shoulders. Kohlar was doing it again. Flecks +of spit had appeared at the corners of the captain's mouth. Ssa turned +to his scanners and looked for something upon which to vent Kohlar's rage, +shaking his head sadly. + +---*---- + +Dax came out of the wormhole suddenly with an audible "pop" of static and +garbling as the /Nile/'s computer suddenly went dead. Her Academy training +jumped in before she could fully form the thought, and the emergency lights +and manual controls were soon at her fingertips. A quick diagnostic showed +that the main "brain" failsafes had blown at the shock of re-entry into +normal space. There weren't any spares, either. She sighed. Well, where +was she? + +Scans showed her in. . .space. With the computer down, she couldn't +ask its astroregcognizer to figure out what sector she was in. She stared +at the pinpoints of light for a moment outside the viewports, but staring +at them wouldn't do her any good. + +"No planets nearby," she said, muttering to herself. + +"No signals on the subspace," she said a moment later. + +"No sign of any ships, right?" she said as she checked the ship's +proximity. "Whoops," she said. There was something there. It was +faint, but her passive sensor array was saying there might be someone +rigged for silent running. Her visual scanning hadn't picked it up at +all, but when she squinted through the Plassteel 'port, she saw her ship. + +It was a Klingon ship, its drives barely idling, hanging off her starboard +bow. She didn't dare use sensors, so she just stared at it for a while, +taking in the unfamiliar contours. She hadn't really trained much for +silhouette recognition, especially Klingons, but why bother, when the +Klingons were on the farest side of the galaxy from DS9? The last time +she had been this close to a Klingon ship was. . . + +. . .and then the Trill spoke. Images flared up from past lives, from +past adventures of past Daxes. There were images of destruction, of +emergency space suits being thrown on and out the broken viewport out of which +the air was hissing was this same dim shape, its forward guns warming for +yet another merciless hit. + +/A Bird of Prey/ she thought. "What's a junkheap like that sitting out +here in. . ." + +. . .and then the Trill spoke again. The stars leapt back to her mind, +some other verision of Dax seeing the familiar landmarks of the Neutral +Zone, now long abolished. + +/Junkheap or not/, she thought, /I'd better just sneak away to a safe +distance and hope they're not looking./ She'd call for help in a second, +but who knew what was in there? If it were Klingons, she'd be just fine. +If it were pirates, she would kick in the warp drives and then renavigate +the runabout, then report this whole bizzare incident to Ben. + +She adjusted her thrusters and the quietly crossed her fingers for luck. + +---*--- + +Lokk sighed. Nothing on the scanners. He looked at the grid again. No, +nothing on them at all. "Nothing on scanners, Commander, except the +asteroid off port bow." + +"Asteroid, heh?" grunted Kohlar from his sulk. "Blow it out of space." + +Ssa wanted to wipe his master's lips off. The foam was really bothering him. +Kohlar was getting bitter in his old age. What a harmless little asteroid +was doing right there, Ssa had no idea, but to waste energy on it. . . + +"Warming up torpedoes, sire," said Lokk. + +---*--- + +Dax touched the thruster a little bit more. Just a few meters feet, and then +she'd hail. + +There. Perfect. From this distance, they'd already had to have locked +on to her to cause her any sort of trouble. She tapped the com button +and found the Klingon frequency. "This is Dax of the Federation Runabout +/Nile/ on mission from Deep Space Nine requesting assitance," she said +in her business-like tone. Her hand hovered on the warp engage +button. Just in case. + +---*--- + +"Commander!" said Ct'aa, communications officer on the /Homicde/. "Incoming +message!" + +"On screen," said Kohlar, sitting up. "Wait," he said. "From where?" + +"From the asteroid!" said Ct'aa in confusion. + +"Asteroid has changed position, sire!" said Ssa, his irritation melting away. +"It is not an asteroid at all! Putting visual on screen now!" + +Lokk sweated, but Kohlar was too caught up in the image of the strange little +craft. It had warp capability, yes, but it was such an odd shape. Even +as he watched, the screen split equally and a human---a human!---appeared, +one with long hair and strange markings on her face. Kohlar narrowed his +eyes at her. At the word "Federation" his eyes became very wide and his +head ridge throbbed. + +"Vengeance!" the Captain cried, even as Dax said, "Deep Space Nine." + +Ssa noted the strange departure point, but watched Kohlar for his reaction. +"What sort of craft is this?" said Ssa, the question directed at the sheepish +Lokk. + +"Some sort of Federation craft?" volunteered the nervous young officer. + +"Who cares? Blow it out of space!" shouted the Captain. + +"Firing torpedo," said Lokk quickly, hitting the large red button that +said TORPEDO on it in official Klingon font. Below it, some former occupant +of the weapons console had scratched, "PANIC BUTTON" with some sharp +implement. + +---*--- + +The klaxons went off in the /Nile/ as if the torpedo had already hit as the +automatic threat-sensors went mad. "Son of a Ferengi!" she shouted and +smacked the engage button. + +But it was too late. There was a tremendous crunch as the torpedo impacted, +and Dax was slammed into her seatback, neck taking a painful lash to one +side. + +---*--- + +"Federation craft engaged warp engines!" cried Ssa, the thrill of the +hunt raising his voice. "Torpedo impacted on warp bubble! Craft +slewed to location seven thousand kellicams distant!" The scanner had +automatically slapped the blue Federation color on the sensor blip---anything +the Klingons fired on was colored that way; it made things simpler. + +"Scan for damage," said Kohlar. + +Ssa squinted at the display. "Warp coil crushed, but ship clearly intact!" +The first officer looked closer. "Sire, the craft has phaser banks and +some sort of metal cargo! Only one life sign." + +The Ct'aa, the comm officer, listened to the jumble of voices in his +ear, and then gritted his teeth. He then said, "Sire! We are +approaching the Neutral Zone border! Further pursuit may put us in +danger of treaty violation!" He was ducking even as he said it; Ct'aa +knew what was about to happen. + +Kohlar fired his disruptor in the general direction of the comm station, +the beam lashing into several other burn marks behind where Ct'aa had +stood. "Treaty violations are for those who wish to put borders on +the Klingon Empire!" + +Ct'aa peeked over the console. "I only warn my sire because I have picked up +emissions from a possible Federation vessel across the border in this +sector!" + +Kohlar fumed. "Helm! Pursue! Full impulse!" The helmsman, a +smaller Klingon named Dloh, plotted an intercept course. + +Kohlar twiddled a small pad on his chair arm and then cursed out loud. +Ct'aa was right. There was a ship of some sort plowing along the +border. It hadn't seen Kohlar fire, but if this attack heated up, +it might be a problem. + +Of course, they were in the deepest part of empty space; the nearest base +for either side was light years away, and arguments about where /exactly/ +the Neutral Zone began and ended were always subject to negotation. +A few shots were fired between the two patrols every now and then, and +Kohlar figured it might be worth the trouble. +Then Kohlar smiled, a twisted smile. But bagging *two* Federation ships +in one day would be worth a commendation from High Command. + +He thought back to the strange Federation ship at Lokk's misidentification. +It might also get him a better weapons officer. One that knew which +were asteroids and which were Federation dogs. + +As the powerful ship roared in pursuit, he mused briefly on where the +/Nile/ might have come from, but then dismissed the thought. Probably +a spy. + +---*--- + +There was a thud and a crash, but even as her head cleared, Dax knew she +was in for it. She raised the shields and then took off at full impulse. +The warp core was so much twisted metal, but the thrusters were at full +efficiency and her phaser banks were almost completely charged. +How fast could one of those things go? And was it a match for her? + +Her tactical display showed the Bird of Prey pursing at maximum impulse. +What could she do but turn and fight? Unless there was help on the way. +But help from whom? + +Her neck hurt like hell as she made a course adjustment, now heading +directly away from the Klingon cruiser. + +She looked in her rear viewer and decyphered the Klingon on the bow +over the weapons port. The /Homicide/, eh? Was she to be its next +victim? + +/* Who is the Federation ship? Someone else decide. But don't overmatch + * /Homicide/. It might only be a science vessel like /Reliant./ + * And could the Romulans arrive? The choice is yours. This is just + * beginning. + */ +-- +Wolff Dobson || 32 Delos Way || Mail: 8U-590 || Silicon Graphics Inc. ||<<-- +(415)-390-5399 || VM:1-800-488-1414 DOBSON || wolff@asd.sgi.com || @@ ||<<<< +Geek Code:GCS d@ p(-)@ c++ !l u+++ e* m+ s+/ n+ h+(++) f+ g++ w+ t+(++) r y? + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw new file mode 100644 index 00000000..381453ee --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw @@ -0,0 +1,488 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!mips!public!btr.btr.com!mcmelmon +From: mcmelmon@btr.btr.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Belly of the Whale - final +Message-ID: <6298@public.BTR.COM> +Date: 15 Apr 92 16:46:49 GMT +Sender: mcmelmon@public.BTR.COM +Distribution: na +Organization: BTR Public Access UNIX, MtnView CA. Contact: Customer Service cs@BTR.COM +Lines: 475 + +Scene IV + +[Blackness cut by a narrow band of light. Rising through the +band, the Enterprise. Flood-lamps flare along the rim of her +saucer, +their glare reflecting off pale skeletons of steel. + +Enterprise bridge.] + + +Worf: We have lost direct contact with the T'Kiar and +R'Shal. As expected, Captain. Establishing contact via probe +links. + + +[The Highest strides towards the main viewing screen. She +stops before it, cutting an imposing profile.] + + +Attendant: The Highest senses a mind. + + +Picard: A mind? Singular? + + +Attendant: Singular. A primitive mind. Barely sentient. + + +Troi: It's true, Captain. I can feel it as well. Primitive, +yet vast. + + +Data: I do not understand. How can a mind be 'vast?' and +yet 'primitive?' + + +Troi: I don't understand, either. It feels as if I am +surrounded by thoughts - or more rather, feelings - but all +emanate from the same entity. + + +Data: I do not think that would be possible. + + +Attendant: Quite possible, android. This ship is alive. + + +Killpatrick: You mean, we're in the belly of a whale!? + + +Attendant: Your metaphor pleases the Highest. + + +Troi: The full spectrum of emotional activity one would +expect in a truly animate creature is not present. + + +Picard: An artificial life-form? + + +Troi: Very possible. + + +Data: We are nearing the fore section of the craft. As +their initial programming did not anticipate the super- +structure, the probes did not penetrate this far. + + +Picard: Meaning we may yet bump into something. + + +Data: A possibility. We are detecting a massive structure +ahead, Captain. A wall. We should clear enough of the super- +structure that our lamps will illuminate it's complex +surface soon. + + +Riker: Complex? + + +Data: According to sensors, reliefs and embossings mark the +surface. On a very large scale. From an averaged base, +projections and valleys occur to plus and minus seven +meters... + + +[Picard rises from his chair. He steps towards the screen, +until he stands by the Highest's side. Light from the +Enterprise begins to illuminate the wall. We see shapes. +Humanoid shapes taking part in a colossal dance, not unlike +those which grace the ceilings of palaces and churches of +Renaissance Italy. + +From space, we see the Enterprise stopped before the wall. +Her flood lamps stream across it as far as we can see. +Throughout this range, the wall is flat, and the figures +continue to dance.] + + + +ACT V + +Scene I + + +[Enterprise bridge.] + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. In the +belly of the whale. We have found what we believe to be a +portal. Remarkable in that we can find no others. The hull +of the vessel blocks both our scanners and transporter. +Access to the Behemoth proper thus apparently limited to a +single, small entrance. Not much larger than a shuttle +craft. Commander Data has left the Enterprise in an attempt +to open this door. + + +Worf: The R'Shal reports Vulcan industrial vessel Ch'iar +and Federation battleship Yamato arriving, Captain. + + +Picard: Excellent. Request the R'Shal join us. Have the +Ch'iar begin salvage operations on the Nadia. + + +Riker: Don't like the idea of being alone in here any +longer than necessary either, Captain? + + +Picard: No, Number One. I do not. + + +Worf: Data hailing us from Shuttle 4. + + +Picard: Visual. + + +Data: I have been unable to find any mechanism for opening +this portal, Captain. In fact, I can find no automatic +systems at all. + + +Riker: Have you tried "Open Sesame?" + + +Data: No, Commander Riker. I am not familiar with that +device. + + +Attendant: There are no automatic systems. There is no +computer. Only the ship. + + +Riker: A starship without a computer? + + +Attendant: Correct. This vessel is alive. It must be +treated as such. + + +Picard: Then perhaps "Open Sesame" is the right idea, +Number One. + + +Data: Forgive me, Captain. Could you explain what "Open +Sesame" is? + + +Picard: Not now, Data. + + +Riker: You're suggesting we ask to be let in? + + +Picard: Right, Number One. + + +Killpatrick: But ask who? We've been hailing for hours. +Haven't gotten a peep back yet. + + +Picard: We've been asking the wrong way. + + +Data: Ah, 'Open Sesame...' Taken from the myth of 'Ali Baba +and the Thousand Thieves.' The magic words which, when +spoken, would open the cave used by... + + +Riker: Data... + + +Haifa: I believe I understand. + + +Picard: Prepare for a guest, Data. + + + +Scene II + +[Haifa floats by the great wall. Data floats near her. Her +gloved hand brushes against the surface. For a moment, she +is still. + +She takes a hold of the glove with her other hand and begins +to remove it.] + + +Data: That is not wise, Commander. We are still in deep +space. The elbow pressure point will protect the rest of +your body, but you could loose your forearm to the extreme +cold. + + +Haifa: I must touch the ship. + + +Picard: Transporter Room. Lock on Commander Haifa. Energize +on my command. Dr. Crusher, prepare for a case of severe +frostbite. + + +[Haifa removes her glove. Air puffs from the forearm section +of her suite. Frost crystallizes along her fingers. We can +see the bulge of veins. She touches the wall of the ship +gingerly. + + +Haifa: Open. + + +[Light flares along the periphery of the small circular +portal. It moves back several meters, then slides to the +left, revealing a dock slightly larger than the shuttle +craft. + + +Killpatrick: That's my girl! + + +Picard: Energize. + + + +Scene III + +[Enterprise sick bay. Haifa lays on a platform. Dr. Crusher +finishes examining her arm with a monitoring device.] + + +Beverly: That was very brave. And very foolish. It'll be +awhile before you have full use of your fingers again. + + +Haifa: I understand. + + +[The Highest and her attendant enter. Dr. Crusher does not +recognize her. The Highest touches Haifa's head tenderly. +Several moments pass.] + + +Attendant: You were not happy on Vulcan. + + +Haifa: There is no happiness on Vulcan. + + +Attendant: You did not consider it home. Did you feel ill +treated? + + +Haifa: I was treated as a Vulcan. + + +Attendant: And this did not please you? + + +Haifa: I am not a Vulcan. + + +Scene IV + +Picard, the Highest, and her Attendant move quickly down a +corridor aboard the Enterprise. + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. The inner +door of the docking chamber does not possess enough of the +outer hull's unidentifiable materials to block our +transporter. This provides us a window of opportunity +into the main ship. Captain Killpatrick has already lead an +away team, comprised primarily of his own crew. Their +training in infiltration and commando activities made them +ideal for the first-in scenario. They report no signs of +life. + +[Enterprise transporter room. Riker, Worf, and Data ready +themselves on the platform. Picard enters. Behind him, the +Highest and her Attendant.] + + +Riker: Is it wise...? + + +Picard: The Highest insisted. + + +Riker: Even so... + + +Picard [interrupting]: Argument is useless, Number One + + +Riker: Energize. + + +The team materializes within a cavernous chamber, not unlike +the lobby of a hotel, on a truly enormous scale. On three +walls of the square, rising up almost beyond sight, are tier +after tier of balconies. Everything covered in baroque +carvings. A graceful, arching double-door marks the fourth +wall - several stories tall itself. Above that, a +hanging banner emblazoned with a coat-of-arms. Killpatrick +walks over to the new arrivals.] + + +Killpatrick: Pretty spectacular, eh Picard? This room here, +about a hundred meters square. Must be eighty stories up +that way. Rooms spread out and out and out. It'll take weeks +to go through the whole thing. I've pulled my men back to +form a perimeter. If something wanders over, we'll be ready. + + +Picard: Have you opened those? + + +Killpatrick: No. Haifa thought the Highest would be coming. +Thought she'd like to open them. + + +Riker: And if there's something on the other side? + + +Attendant? Then we shall know soon enough. Where is +Commander Haifa? + + +Killpatrick: Checking the perimeter. Always a soldier, that +girl... + + +Attendant: Please tell her we are grateful. + + +[The Highest walks across the chamber. She places her hand +on the smooth, metallic surface. The doors shimmer slightly +as they sweep back silently.] + + +Attendant: Truly a fascinating vessel. It shall take far +longer than weeks, Captain Killpatrick, to investigate it's +complexities. + +[The group passes between the doors. They enter another +cavernous chamber, though smaller than the first. Darker as +well. And littered with towering mound after towering mound +of glittering, broken swords. A path leads through the +useless weapons. It ends before a glossy black disk, raised +slightly from the floor. + + +Picard: What is it, Data? + + +Data: It would appear to be some manner of projector, +Captain. Holographic. + + +[The Highest's kneels, placing her hand upon the surface. A +brilliant image chases away the darkness. An incredibly +tall, fiercely beautiful woman with billowing silver hair. +She begins to speak, but at first her words are foreign and +cannot be understood. A look of concentration washes over +the Highest's face. The words become clearer.] + + +Data: Fascinating, Captain. The Highest is interacting with +this vessel to translate the words as they are spoken. + + +Woman: ...Lady Niam, Empress on Avelos. But this is all +that remains of my empire. Empty chambers and broken swords. +But even that is more than all the others. Their kingdoms, +ash. Their people, dead. Forty millennia of star-spanning +civilization. Ended. These, the fruits of my strength, now +stand as mute testimony to our weakness. + +[As Lady Niam speaks, other images flash by. A whirling +galaxy. A planet. Massive ships like the Behemoth disgorging +swarms of smaller craft. Titanic struggle. Then nothing. +Just the Empress. Her head bowed. + + +Lady Niam: Our failing... But perhaps all shall not be ash. +Here, in the holds of ships within this ship, the life of +those worlds - in vanity - I called mine. Primitive life. +'Foolish,' my generals screamed at me. Foolish to waste so +valuable a carrier - the greatest in space - on animals. +'Mere' animals. But it is they who were foolish. They who +could not see. Why could they not see? From the lowly come +the high. Perhaps it shall not be as it was, the second time +around? + +[The image vanishes. An uncomfortable blackness returns. The +Highest stands.] + + +Attendant: There is no more. Nothing. + + +Data: The galaxy shown in the holograph matches what we +call Andromeda. Apparently, this vessel has crossed the +intergalactic void, to escape the calamity of warfare. + + +Riker: What does it all mean? + + +Worf: From the lowly come the high? Second time around? And +ships within this ship? Where did they go? + + +Riker: Escape with nothing but animals? Why wouldn't the +Empress escape herself? With her people. A carrier of this +size could hold perhaps hundreds of thousands. + + +Attendant: You do not see. They did escape. + + +Riker: In the ships this vessel carried? She said only +animals... + + +Picard: Perhaps they are us? + + +Riker: Captain? + + +Picard: Noah's ark, Number One. 'The second time around.' A +second chance. The Empress understood the process of nature. +From animals come successively higher forms of life. + + +Data:'From the lowly come the high.' It could be, Captain. +And it would help to explain the similarities of alien life +throughout the range of our travels. Though it would place +this ship's age in the hundreds of millions of years. + + +Riker: Which I find rather difficult to accept. + + +Picard: There may be other explanations, Number One. +Granted. But imagine. A common thread, woven through all of +our histories. Imagine. + +[We rise into the darkness, looking down at the team, +surrounded by the broken swords. Light falls on them from +the open door, itself shaped like a dagger. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw.p1- b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw.p1- new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f4f909e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bellyofw.p1- @@ -0,0 +1,1816 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sdd.hp.com!decwrl!public!btr.btr.com!mcmelmon +From: mcmelmon@btr.btr.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Belly of the Whale - part 1 +Message-ID: <6193@public.BTR.COM> +Date: 6 Apr 92 03:32:27 GMT +Sender: mcmelmon@public.BTR.COM +Distribution: na +Organization: BTR Public Access UNIX, MtnView CA. Contact: Customer Service cs@BTR.COM +Lines: 642 + + +I have finished eliminating all direct cross-references to Dune from an +earlier story posted here last summer. I have also removed Wesley, which +should improve the odds of this tale being received favorably (I, however, +happen to think the Wesley character to be one of the most innovative +additions to the crew - if poorly handled). Essentially, I believe the story +conforms to 'canon,' even though conforming to the canon given the rarely +inspirational literary excellence of Trek in general is hardly something to +take too seriously... + + + +Belly of the Whale + + + +Teaser + +[Space. + +A field of stars. Shattered by an explosion. A ship screams past. A second +explosion. Photon torpedoes. Another ship. A Federation cruiser. Old design, +brilliantly colored, like the new. + +The re-commissioned USS NADIA. + +Two phaser bolts lance out from the Nadia. She passes from view. + +Aboard the Nadia. Captain ERIN KILLPATRICK, commanding. He leans forward. An +older man, Killpatrick is new to space. A ground soldier. Rough and proud.] + + + +Killpatrick: Ready, Commander? + + + +Nadia's transporter chamber. A five-person team on the platform. Forward one +speaks. A woman. As we get closer to her, we see traces of Klingon blood. Ruddy +complexion, slight forehead ridge. We get even closer. She has the ears of a +Vulcan. Commander HAIFA BEN GESSERAT, special forces. Product of an unlikely +union, she bears herself with the pride and strength of her father, and the cool +analytic detachment of her mother. + + + +Commander Haifa: An unnecessary question, Captain. + + + +[Return to bridge.] + + + +Killpatrick: Of course. Wish I could go with you, Number One. Been too long +since I've had a good fight. + + + +[Navigation officer moves hands rapidly over instruments.] + + + +Navigator: Pirate dropping out of warp. Planetary system: Rakis. Still in +Klingon space. Didn't make it to the Neutral Zone. We've got her, Captain. + + + +Killpatrick: Never lost her, son. When you're down hard, try something new, +eh? Probably hopes to loose us on the rocks. + + + +Navigator: I've been in asteroid fields before, Captain. + + + +Killpatrick: Know you have, my boy. Tactical!. Heavy bore phasers, stand by. +You're almost up, Number One. Make me proud. + + + +[Space. + + +We watch the Nadia drop out of warp. The world Rakis 4 visible. Arid and barren. +A belt of small meteorites surrounds it. + + +Nadia bridge. Pirate plainly visible on main screen. Without warning, it +vanishes. + + +Killpatrick leaps up. An instant later, a gargantuan vessel fills the Nadia's +viewer. Bulbous and covered with faint, bioluminescent lights. Like a creature +of the deepest sea. The remnants of an explosion fade - the pirate's fate: +collision. + + +The Nadia's appears certain to be the same.] + + + +Killpatrick [lunging forward]: Damn! + + + +The Nadia banks. Her shields flare brilliant blue as they crush against the +giant's hull. + + +ACT I + +Scene I + +[Enterprise bridge.] + + + +Worf: Receiving a priority distress from the Federation Starship USS Nadia, +Captain. Condition, critical. + + + +Riker: The Nadia? + + + +Data: A re-commissioned starship of the Constellation Class. Commanded by +Captain Erin Killpatrick, formerly a brigadier in Starfleet's marine forces. + + + +Riker: Thank you, Data. + + + +Picard: Her position? + + + +Worf: Rakis star system. On the edge Klingon space. + + + +Picard: Damn the timing! + + + +Riker: Captain? + + + +Data: I sincerely doubt, Captain, the Nadia planned any inconvenience. + + + +Picard: No, Data. I'm sure she did not. Are we the only Federation vessel +within response range? + + + +Worf: Captain, standard procedure when receiving a priority critical distress +is for any ship... + + + +Picard: I am well familiar with standard procedure, Mr. Worf. Are we the only +Federation vessel within response range? + + + +Worf: We are the closest, Captain. + + + +Data: Change course for Rakis, Captain? + + + +Picard: Negative. Remain on course for Vulcan. + + + +Riker: Captain, I must remind you... + + + +Picard: I appreciate your concern, Number One. Remain on course. Come with me, +Worf. + + + +[Picard stands. Riker and Data exchange glances. Picard leaves with Worf through +the door to his quarters.] + + +Scene II + + + +[Picard's quarters. + +He speaks with a young-looking Vulcan female. Both sit on their knees. +The young woman holds herself with serene confidence. She is ATTENDANT +to the HIGHEST - a principal spiritual leader of Vulcan.] + + + +Attendant: The Highest recognizes your dilemma, Captain. + + + +Picard: We can separate the saucer section of this vessel. In it, the +Highest could continue on to Vulcan. + + + +Attendant: And you could continue on to aid your comrades? + + + +Picard: Yes. + + + +Attendant: The Highest has never stepped beyond the shell that is +Vulcan's atmosphere. Her absence is a burden to our people. It should +not be prolonged. + + + +Picard: It is true that detached, the saucer does not move with the +ship's full speed... + + + +Attendant: The Highest does not wish you to detach the saucer. She +wishes, instead, to accompany you to aid your fellow Federation vessel. + + + +Picard: The possibility of conflict cannot be overlooked. The potential + +loss... + + + +Attendant: ...to Vulcan would be great. But not devastating. The +Highest has melded with others of her order. Her wisdom will persist, +even should her body not. It is her wish to observe. + + + +Picard: Very well, then... + + + +Attendant: And Captain... + + + +Picard: Yes? + + + +Attendant: One cannot observe hidden away. + + + +[Picard looks up. We see an ancient Vulcan woman. Their eyes meet. She +gives no indication of having made new contact. It is as if their eyes +have always been locked. + +The Highest represents the pinnacle of Vulcan spirit. Her presence +aboard the Enterprise is known only to Picard and Worf. Ancient beyond +the knowing of humanity, she is said to have lived during the great wars +that raged through Vulcan's history. + +The Highest is being carried from Earth back to Vulcan, after delivering +a protest to the leaders of Starfleet. Too many of her people have been + +'drafted' into Federation service. She does not approve. By extension, +she views the Enterprise - vessel and crew - with suspicion. + +And curiosity.] + + + + +ACT II + +Scene I + + +[Enterprise bridge. + +Picard enters. Riker stands, visibly disturbed by the lack of a +response.] + + + +Riker: Captain... + + + +Picard: Change course, Number One. Rakis system, maximum warp. Make it +so. + + + +[The Highest appears behind Picard. She wears her ceremonial dress. A +metallic kimono. Riker stands in shock for a moment.] + + + +Riker: At once, Captain. + + + +Picard: Commander Data, estimate our arrival time. + + + +Data: At maximum warp, we will arrive in the Rakis system approximately +eleven hours from now. + + + +Picard: Let's hope that will be soon enough. + + + +Attendant: Android. + + + +Data: Yes, I am an android. + + + +Attendant: You made an inexact estimate. + + + +Data: That is correct. + + + +Attendant: Precision was possible. + + + +Data: I choose to estimate. + + + +Attendant: Why? + + + +Data: Precision was not required. + + + +Attendant: The Highest disagrees. Why choose inaccuracy over accuracy, +where accuracy is possible? + + + +Data: I have found humans respond with distaste to unnecessary +accuracy. + + + +Attendant: The Highest recognizes the truth in what you say. Yet, are +not Federation lives at risk? Is not this risk increased by the passage +of time? Is not accuracy, therefore, of grave import? + + + +Data: The nearer we come to the vessel in distress, the more important + +accuracy shall become. + + + +Attendant: The Highest finds this fascinating. + + + +Data: How so? + + + +Attendant: Despite being a creature of pure logic, you have formulated +an illogical response. Yet you arrived at the need to do this logically. + +Therein lies the Highest's fear. + + + +Data: Fear? + + + +Attendant: Of what may happen to Vulcan. Through the application of +logic, not unlike that you yourself have demonstrated, Vulcans shall +begin to act illogically. + + + +Riker: And that is why she opposes Vulcan's participation in Starfleet? + + + +Attendant: Yes. + + + +Worf: The Federation has suffered a great loss. It needs all available + +resources to stave off aggression from without. + + + +Attendant: But what of aggression from within? + + + +Worf: I do not understand + + + +[We watch the Highest move across the bridge. She stops before Worf. +Passive for a moment, she lashes out with her hand. Blindingly quick. +Worf flies backward. + +From behind Worf's shoulder, we look up at the ancient Vulcan.] + + + +Attendant: The Highest apologizes for any pain. She has come to +understand, not unlike the android, races other than Vulcan. Some +require illustration. Vulcans must never return to the ways of violence +they once knew. Never. Our world would not long survive. Your Federation +would not long survive. It must not happen. + + + +Scene II + + +[Enterprise briefing room. + +Data speaks, but we cannot hear him yet.] + + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. Proceeding to the +Rakis system at maximum warp. Recent communication with the Nadia has +answered some of our questions, but spawned many, many more. + + + +Data: ...I do not believe the Behemoth - as I shall call the vessel +with which the Nadia collided - is a Romulan ship. + + + +Worf: The Nadia was in pursuit of a pirate vessel prior to the +collision. Pirates who receive aid from the Romulan Empire. + + + +Data: That is correct. + + + +Worf: The Behemoth is cloaked by a very sophisticated technology... + + + +Data: That is also correct. Yet this cloaking device, unlike those +aboard Romulan craft, projects a sphere, the diameter of which equals, +roughly, three times the vessel's overall length... + + + +Picard: More telling is the Nadia's continued existence. Surely, were +Romulans involved, the Nadia would have long since been destroyed. + + + +Data: True, Captain. The Nadia has been allowed to observe the Behemoth +in peace. Such behavior would be highly atypical, exhibited by a +Romulan. + + + +Worf: No behavior is atypical, exhibited by a Romulan. + + + +Data: I do not... + + + +Riker: It could be the first stage of a trap. The Nadia is helpless. No + +threat. Why not lure some other Federation ships in as well? + + + +Picard: And even if the vessel is neither Romulan nor currently +hostile, that does not preclude it from becoming hostile. We shall +continue to approach with care. + + + +Riker: And what about our guest, Captain? + + + +Picard: What about her, Number One? + + + +Riker: Don't you think it a little distracting having her on the +bridge? All the time? + + + +Picard: Frankly, Number One, having her aboard at all is distracting. +However, she is here, and she has requested being present on the bridge. + + + +Riker: Yes, but at all times? + + + +Picard: I shouldn't have to remind you, Number One, how delicately +Starfleet would like us to tread with the Highest. Her word carries +tremendous weight on Vulcan. She has not openly opposed that world's + +participation in the Federation, but she may. She said as much to +Starfleet Command. We can't afford that. Not now. Perhaps not ever. + + + +Troi: And perhaps as she gains more of an understanding about us, her + +resistance to Vulcan's continued participation will soften. + + + +Picard: That is my hope. + + + + +Scene III + + +[Ruble-strewn corridor intersection aboard the Nadia. Red emergency +lights provide illumination. + +Commander Haifa pulls at the rubble, moving what is obviously extra- +ordinary weight. Other crew members - Klingon and human - also pull at +the rubble. Captain Killpatrick arrives.] + + + +Killpatrick: How does it look here? + + + +Haifa: Bad. + + + +[Haifa has exposed a heavy door. Some manner of bulkhead. She looks at a + +display panel.] + + + +Haifa: Our ship ends here. Beyond, space. + + + +Killpatrick: Thank god we were at full alert. Collision like this under +normal conditions... I hate to think how bad it would have been. + + + + +[Killpatrick pats the bulkhead.] + + + +Killpatrick: Even so. Full alert didn't do them much good on the other +side, did it? + + + +Haifa: I estimate no survivors in the directly impacted areas of the +ship. + + + +Killpatrick: Crew down thirty percent. All forward phasers, inoperable. +Main torpedo tubes, misaligned and inoperable. Aft phasers, sixty +percent operable... and that's assuming we get Engineering back on line. +Had to shut everything down. Just in case. Don't want any stray anti- +matter bouncing around back there, do we? + + + +Haifa: That would not be wise. + + + +Killpatrick: A fat pigeon with two broken wings in a shooting gallery. +That's what we are. Oh yeah. We're also blind. + + + +Haifa: It could be worse. + + + +Killpatrick: Yeah? + + + +[Haifa looks pointedly at the bulkhead.] + + + +Killpatrick: Yeah. + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!mips!public!btr.btr.com!mcmelmon +From: mcmelmon@btr.btr.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Belly of the Whale - part 2 +Message-ID: <6227@public.BTR.COM> +Date: 9 Apr 92 16:47:30 GMT +Sender: mcmelmon@public.BTR.COM +Distribution: na +Organization: BTR Public Access UNIX, MtnView CA. Contact: Customer Service cs@BTR.COM +Lines: 386 + +ACT III + + + +Scene I + + + +[Enterprise bridge. Officers seated. The Highest stands +slightly behind and to the right of Worf.] + + +Picard: Status report. + + + +Data: We shall arrive in the Rakis system in one hour and +fifty six minutes, Captain. That will be eleven hours and +forty eight minutes after first receiving the distress call. + + + +Worf: Sensors reading negative. No new information from the +Nadia. + + + +Riker: All stations reporting ready, Captain. Yellow alert +in effect. Two Klingon warships en route for support. +Starfleet urges caution. They think it unlikely Romulans are +responsible, but likely they will get interested at activity +so near the Neutral Zone. + + + +Picard: I agree. When can we expect the Klingon ships? + + + +Data: Three hours and thirty seven minutes after our +arrival in the Rakis system, Captain. Assuming no Romulan +craft have already violated the Neutral Zone, any ships +would arrive well after we have been reinforced. + + + +Worf: A dangerous assumption. + + + +Picard: What will the Nadia's immediate needs be? + + + +Data: I have reconstructed the collision and modeled it's +effects. By my calculations, the Nadia has suffered numerous +hull ruptures, is without primary power, and has no means of +defense... + + + +Troi: It sounds horrible... + + + +Picard: Collisions usually are, Counselor. Go on, Data. + + + +Data: The warp engines will need immediate attention, or we +risk unregulated interactions within the anti-matter cores. +Structural integrity is such that there should be no further +risk to life-support systems, assuming internal bulkheads +function properly. The ship will not be warp-capable until a +thorough reinforcement of it's superstructure has been +affected. + + + +Picard: Medical needs? + + + +Data: A mixed blessing, Captain. + + + +Picard: How so? + + + +Data: Given the Nadia crew was at battle stations, fatality +will be the +primary category of casualty. Other injuries should be +relatively minor. +Broken bones. Whiplash. And shock. + + + +Troi: Most injuries are relatively minor, compared with +fatality. + + + +Data: Yes, but some require varying degrees of medical +attention. I do not +believe the Nadia will overly stress our medical capacity. + + + +Picard: A mixed blessing, indeed. Even so, Worf, prepare as +many medical away +teams as possible given time and resources. You'll be first +in. + + + +Worf: Captain, I feel I should remain on the Enterprise, in +the even of an +attack. + + + +Picard: In the event of an attack, you are best qualified +to coordinate our response. + + + +Worf: Of course, Captain. I shall ready the away teams at +once. + + + +[Worf exits.] + + + +Attendant: 'In the event of attack?' You still consider the +Romulans a significant danger? + + + +Picard: We have not ruled out the possibility. + + + + +Scene II + + +[Nadia bridge. + +Killpatrick, Haifa, and a science officer huddle around a +monitor. Wireframe image of the Behemoth dances on the +screen.] + + + +Science Officer: Our probes have made three complete passes +over the vessel's surface. A transmission of new data was +sent to the Enterprise about forty minutes ago. They're +better equipped to analyze it. Especially in our current +condition. + + + +Killpatrick: When are they due? + + + +Haifa: Within minutes. Continuous communication was +established at the time of our last transmission. + + + +Killpatrick: What's that? Good news? This beast makes me +nervous as hell... + + + +Science Officer: New passes beneath the 'beast' show it has +a slit down it's belly. Running about four-fifth's the total +length. + + + +Killpatrick: A slit? + + + +Science Officer: A big one, too. About five times our +width. Some kind of hangar door is my guess. Open a crack. + + + +Killpatrick: 'A crack?' + + + +Science Officer: All things relative, Captain. It's a big +ship, this 'beast.' + + + +Killpatrick: Have you sent something inside? + + + +Haifa: Is that wise, Captain? Any additional +disturbances... + + + +Killpatrick: And we're history? Granted, Number One. But if +two starships smashing into the thing haven't caused a +disturbance, I doubt some thimble of a probe will. + + + +Science Officer: Actually, I have already programmed one of +the probes to peek inside. We'll have to wait for it to come +back out, though. + + + +Killpatrick: Why is that? Did we loose communication? +That's not good... + + + +Science Officer: Communication is impossible through the +hull. I believe it impenetrable to radiations of any sort... + + + +Killpatrick: So even if we had scanners, we'd couldn't look +around? + + + +Science Officer: Nor could we beam in an away team. That is +my hypothesis. When the Enterprise arrives, we'll know. Her +scanners are obviously more potent than those of a probe. + + + +Killpatrick: When. When... + + + + +Scene III + + +[Space. + +Enterprise streams past. We move to her bridge. Riker seated +at control console along with Data. Worf not present.] + + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. In +minutes, we shall rendez-vous with the Nadia. All stations, +combat alert. First Officer Riker and Tactical Officer Worf +remain concerned this may be the precursor to a Romulan +ambush. Klingon heavy cruisers T'Kiar and R'Shal reporting +expected arrival in three and a half hours. + + + +Riker: Sensors continue to indicate no activity. + + + +Data: Fascinating. Even knowing precisely the Behemoth's +location, our most rigorous scans detect no sign of it. Not +even slight gravitational anomalies, or otherwise +inexplicable neutrino radiations. + + + +Picard: Do you think such technology beyond the Romulans? + + + +Data: I do, Captain. Especially given the sheer size of +this vessel. + + + +Riker: The Romulans have surprised us before. + + + +Attendant: It is wise, Commander, not to underestimate the +prowess of one's foes. Equally dangerous, however, is over- +estimating them. It leads to paralysis. Not unlike a small +creature terrified into immobility by a fearsome predator. + + + +Riker: I don't think the analogy entirely appropriate... + + + +Picard: She has a point, Number One. If we see Romulans +hiding behind every rock, we won't know which are real, and +which the product of our own imagining. + + + +Data: We have reached the Rakis system, Captain. + + + +Picard: Worf, report. + + + +[Worf stands on transporter platform, well armed. A +similarly well-armed medical team arrayed behind him.] + + + +Worf : Ready, Captain. + + + +[Return to bridge] + + + +Riker: If Romulans do attack, the Nadia may be their first +target. + + + +Picard: I am well aware of that, Number One. + + + +Troi: Why should they waste time and firepower on a vessel +which poses no military threat? + + + +Riker: Spite. + + + +Attendant: That would be illogical and militarily unwise. +The Romulans are neither. The Nadia represents a source of +valuable intelligence, both as a ship and as a crew. A +source which could offer little real resistance. They +will concentrate instead on this vessel. + + + +Picard: Sound reasoning. Even so, it is a possibility we +cannot ignore. + + + +Data: Coming out of warp, Captain. + + + +[The Rakis system crystallizes on main screen. The Nadia +plainly visible. Much of her saucer's left side has been +shorn off or crumpled. The twin engine prongs are skewed +from center. She rotates slowly, as if hanging +by a thread.] + + + +Riker: Amazing. + + + +Troi: Horrible... + + + +Picard: Away teams, energize. Data, prepare a plan of +evacuation. + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!mips!public!btr.btr.com!mcmelmon +From: mcmelmon@btr.btr.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Belly of the Whale - part 3 +Message-ID: <6238@public.BTR.COM> +Date: 10 Apr 92 23:16:44 GMT +Sender: mcmelmon@public.BTR.COM +Distribution: na +Organization: BTR Public Access UNIX, MtnView CA. Contact: Customer Service cs@BTR.COM +Lines: 265 + +Act IV + + + +Scene I + + + +[Enterprise bridge. Full alert persists.] + + +Data: Evacuation complete, Captain. + + +Picard: And when the Klingon ships arrive, we shall begin +rescuing the dead. A far less pleasant task. + + +Attendant: From what can the dead be rescued? + + +Picard: An empty grave. + + +Attendant: The Highest understands. I do not. The failing is +mine. + + +Riker: Don't be too hard on yourself, kid. + + +Attendant: I am forty-three years, two-hundred and seven days of +age. I do not believe this qualifies me as a child. + + +Data: The expression's intent is to provide warmth. It is not to +be taken literally. + + +Picard: Now I have truly heard everything. + + +Data: Actually, Captain, such a claim is profoundly +exaggerated... + + +Riker: Data, I think the Captain finds mirth in an android +explaining a human expression to a Vulcan priestess. + + +Data: I do not see why the Captain should find mirth in that. + + +Attendant: Again, the Highest understands what I do not. + + +Data: I am afraid I share your confusion... + + +Riker: Transporter room reports Captain Erin Killpatrick and +First Officer Haifa ben Gesserat of the Nadia are now aboard. Last +off his ship. A true captain. + + +Picard: Erin Killpatrick has been called many things. I wonder, +what would the old brigadier think of that one? + + + +Scene II + +[Enterprise transporter room. Three figures materialize on +the platform: Worf, Killpatrick, and Haifa. They move quickly out +of the room and into the corridor. The trio disappear into a +lift.] + + +Killpatrick: You're at alert. Trouble out there? + + +Worf: We do not know. + + +Haifa: But you suspect? + + +Worf: We suspect Romulans. + + +Killpatrick: It's good to suspect Romulans. Never met one I +wouldn't love to suspect. Hmmn. Never met one, I suppose... + + +Worf: They make formidable foes. A good test of a warrior's +mettle. + + +Killpatrick: Ah, Klingon spirit. Can always use more of that in +this star-jockey brigade. + + +Haifa: What do you suspect the Romulans of? + + +Worf: Preparing an ambush. + + +Haifa: The source of this suspicion? + + +Worf: We are near the Neutral Zone. Your ship was in pursuit of a +pirate craft from a group they are known to support. The giant +vessel hides within a cloaking sphere of great sophistication. + + +Haifa: The pirate's collision with that vessel proved more +catastrophic than our own. + + +Worf: Romulans care little for pawns. + + + +Scene III + + +[As we become aware of the Enterprise conference room, Data +has been briefing those present on what the Nadia's probes have +returned.] + + +Data: For the most part, the Behemoth is hollow. Some manner of +superstructure riddles the interior. + + +Haifa:What function does it serve? + + +Data: I believe it's function to be the restraint of smaller +vessels. + + +Riker: Some kind of hangar bay? + + +Data: Precisely. + + +Haifa: With what capacity? + + +Data: I have not calculated an exact estimate. + + +Killpatrick: Then guess, man! + + +Data: Actually, I am not a 'man.' I am an android. And a 'guess,' +should not be treated as a statement of actual fact... + + +Picard: By definition, Data. How many ships? + + +Data: Thirteen thousand, seven-hundred and eighty four. + + +Killpatrick: That's quite a guess. + + +Data: Thank you, Captain Killpatrick. + + +Worf: What size ships? + + +Data: The superstructure can accommodate vessels varying widely +in size. I computed my 'guess' using the Enterprise as a base. + + +Haifa: Romulans would have no need of such capacity. + + +Killpatrick: Or we'd be speaking another language. + + +Data: Why is that, Captain Killpatrick? + + +Picard: We'd be Romulan. + + +Worf: More likely, we would be dead. + + +Picard: In any event, if not the Romulans, who? And where did +they go? + + +Data: I do not have enough information to answer those questions, +Captain. We shall need to collect more. + + +Picard: And to do that, we'll need more than probes. + + +Data: Probes are capable of receiving only a limited information +stream. + + +Haifa: You suggest moving the Enterprise inside? + + +Data: That would be the optimal solution. The Enterprise is +designed first and foremost as an exploration vessel. + + +Picard: Can we navigate the superstructure safely? + + +Data: Safely. But not quickly, Captain. It appears to have been +designed with the express purpose of being un-navigable. It does +not follow a grid. The reason escapes me. + + +Haifa: A means of defense. + + +Data: I do not understand. + + +Haifa: Such a structure would impede attacking craft attempting +access to the carrier's main compartments. + + +Picard: Which is exactly what we are trying to do. + + +Worf: Such construction would also impede the release of carried +vessels. + + +Haifa: A standard carrier tactic is to release cargo far from an +actual engagement. The impedance would not pose a liability unless +other capital ships failed to protect the carrier from rapid +assault. + + +Worf: I am impressed, Commander Haifa. + + +Haifa: I am flattered, Lieutenant Worf. + + +Killpatrick: Well, then! Now that that's settled, what are we +waiting for? + + +Picard: The T'Kiar and R'Shal. + + +Killpatrick: The who? + + +Riker: Klingon cavalry. + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!mips!mips!public!btr.btr.com!mcmelmon +From: mcmelmon@btr.btr.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Belly of the Whale - final +Message-ID: <6298@public.BTR.COM> +Date: 15 Apr 92 16:46:49 GMT +Sender: mcmelmon@public.BTR.COM +Distribution: na +Organization: BTR Public Access UNIX, MtnView CA. Contact: Customer Service cs@BTR.COM +Lines: 475 + +Scene IV + +[Blackness cut by a narrow band of light. Rising through the +band, the Enterprise. Flood-lamps flare along the rim of her +saucer, +their glare reflecting off pale skeletons of steel. + +Enterprise bridge.] + + +Worf: We have lost direct contact with the T'Kiar and +R'Shal. As expected, Captain. Establishing contact via probe +links. + + +[The Highest strides towards the main viewing screen. She +stops before it, cutting an imposing profile.] + + +Attendant: The Highest senses a mind. + + +Picard: A mind? Singular? + + +Attendant: Singular. A primitive mind. Barely sentient. + + +Troi: It's true, Captain. I can feel it as well. Primitive, +yet vast. + + +Data: I do not understand. How can a mind be 'vast?' and +yet 'primitive?' + + +Troi: I don't understand, either. It feels as if I am +surrounded by thoughts - or more rather, feelings - but all +emanate from the same entity. + + +Data: I do not think that would be possible. + + +Attendant: Quite possible, android. This ship is alive. + + +Killpatrick: You mean, we're in the belly of a whale!? + + +Attendant: Your metaphor pleases the Highest. + + +Troi: The full spectrum of emotional activity one would +expect in a truly animate creature is not present. + + +Picard: An artificial life-form? + + +Troi: Very possible. + + +Data: We are nearing the fore section of the craft. As +their initial programming did not anticipate the super- +structure, the probes did not penetrate this far. + + +Picard: Meaning we may yet bump into something. + + +Data: A possibility. We are detecting a massive structure +ahead, Captain. A wall. We should clear enough of the super- +structure that our lamps will illuminate it's complex +surface soon. + + +Riker: Complex? + + +Data: According to sensors, reliefs and embossings mark the +surface. On a very large scale. From an averaged base, +projections and valleys occur to plus and minus seven +meters... + + +[Picard rises from his chair. He steps towards the screen, +until he stands by the Highest's side. Light from the +Enterprise begins to illuminate the wall. We see shapes. +Humanoid shapes taking part in a colossal dance, not unlike +those which grace the ceilings of palaces and churches of +Renaissance Italy. + +From space, we see the Enterprise stopped before the wall. +Her flood lamps stream across it as far as we can see. +Throughout this range, the wall is flat, and the figures +continue to dance.] + + + +ACT V + +Scene I + + +[Enterprise bridge.] + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. In the +belly of the whale. We have found what we believe to be a +portal. Remarkable in that we can find no others. The hull +of the vessel blocks both our scanners and transporter. +Access to the Behemoth proper thus apparently limited to a +single, small entrance. Not much larger than a shuttle +craft. Commander Data has left the Enterprise in an attempt +to open this door. + + +Worf: The R'Shal reports Vulcan industrial vessel Ch'iar +and Federation battleship Yamato arriving, Captain. + + +Picard: Excellent. Request the R'Shal join us. Have the +Ch'iar begin salvage operations on the Nadia. + + +Riker: Don't like the idea of being alone in here any +longer than necessary either, Captain? + + +Picard: No, Number One. I do not. + + +Worf: Data hailing us from Shuttle 4. + + +Picard: Visual. + + +Data: I have been unable to find any mechanism for opening +this portal, Captain. In fact, I can find no automatic +systems at all. + + +Riker: Have you tried "Open Sesame?" + + +Data: No, Commander Riker. I am not familiar with that +device. + + +Attendant: There are no automatic systems. There is no +computer. Only the ship. + + +Riker: A starship without a computer? + + +Attendant: Correct. This vessel is alive. It must be +treated as such. + + +Picard: Then perhaps "Open Sesame" is the right idea, +Number One. + + +Data: Forgive me, Captain. Could you explain what "Open +Sesame" is? + + +Picard: Not now, Data. + + +Riker: You're suggesting we ask to be let in? + + +Picard: Right, Number One. + + +Killpatrick: But ask who? We've been hailing for hours. +Haven't gotten a peep back yet. + + +Picard: We've been asking the wrong way. + + +Data: Ah, 'Open Sesame...' Taken from the myth of 'Ali Baba +and the Thousand Thieves.' The magic words which, when +spoken, would open the cave used by... + + +Riker: Data... + + +Haifa: I believe I understand. + + +Picard: Prepare for a guest, Data. + + + +Scene II + +[Haifa floats by the great wall. Data floats near her. Her +gloved hand brushes against the surface. For a moment, she +is still. + +She takes a hold of the glove with her other hand and begins +to remove it.] + + +Data: That is not wise, Commander. We are still in deep +space. The elbow pressure point will protect the rest of +your body, but you could loose your forearm to the extreme +cold. + + +Haifa: I must touch the ship. + + +Picard: Transporter Room. Lock on Commander Haifa. Energize +on my command. Dr. Crusher, prepare for a case of severe +frostbite. + + +[Haifa removes her glove. Air puffs from the forearm section +of her suite. Frost crystallizes along her fingers. We can +see the bulge of veins. She touches the wall of the ship +gingerly. + + +Haifa: Open. + + +[Light flares along the periphery of the small circular +portal. It moves back several meters, then slides to the +left, revealing a dock slightly larger than the shuttle +craft. + + +Killpatrick: That's my girl! + + +Picard: Energize. + + + +Scene III + +[Enterprise sick bay. Haifa lays on a platform. Dr. Crusher +finishes examining her arm with a monitoring device.] + + +Beverly: That was very brave. And very foolish. It'll be +awhile before you have full use of your fingers again. + + +Haifa: I understand. + + +[The Highest and her attendant enter. Dr. Crusher does not +recognize her. The Highest touches Haifa's head tenderly. +Several moments pass.] + + +Attendant: You were not happy on Vulcan. + + +Haifa: There is no happiness on Vulcan. + + +Attendant: You did not consider it home. Did you feel ill +treated? + + +Haifa: I was treated as a Vulcan. + + +Attendant: And this did not please you? + + +Haifa: I am not a Vulcan. + + +Scene IV + +Picard, the Highest, and her Attendant move quickly down a +corridor aboard the Enterprise. + + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. The inner +door of the docking chamber does not possess enough of the +outer hull's unidentifiable materials to block our +transporter. This provides us a window of opportunity +into the main ship. Captain Killpatrick has already lead an +away team, comprised primarily of his own crew. Their +training in infiltration and commando activities made them +ideal for the first-in scenario. They report no signs of +life. + +[Enterprise transporter room. Riker, Worf, and Data ready +themselves on the platform. Picard enters. Behind him, the +Highest and her Attendant.] + + +Riker: Is it wise...? + + +Picard: The Highest insisted. + + +Riker: Even so... + + +Picard [interrupting]: Argument is useless, Number One + + +Riker: Energize. + + +The team materializes within a cavernous chamber, not unlike +the lobby of a hotel, on a truly enormous scale. On three +walls of the square, rising up almost beyond sight, are tier +after tier of balconies. Everything covered in baroque +carvings. A graceful, arching double-door marks the fourth +wall - several stories tall itself. Above that, a +hanging banner emblazoned with a coat-of-arms. Killpatrick +walks over to the new arrivals.] + + +Killpatrick: Pretty spectacular, eh Picard? This room here, +about a hundred meters square. Must be eighty stories up +that way. Rooms spread out and out and out. It'll take weeks +to go through the whole thing. I've pulled my men back to +form a perimeter. If something wanders over, we'll be ready. + + +Picard: Have you opened those? + + +Killpatrick: No. Haifa thought the Highest would be coming. +Thought she'd like to open them. + + +Riker: And if there's something on the other side? + + +Attendant? Then we shall know soon enough. Where is +Commander Haifa? + + +Killpatrick: Checking the perimeter. Always a soldier, that +girl... + + +Attendant: Please tell her we are grateful. + + +[The Highest walks across the chamber. She places her hand +on the smooth, metallic surface. The doors shimmer slightly +as they sweep back silently.] + + +Attendant: Truly a fascinating vessel. It shall take far +longer than weeks, Captain Killpatrick, to investigate it's +complexities. + +[The group passes between the doors. They enter another +cavernous chamber, though smaller than the first. Darker as +well. And littered with towering mound after towering mound +of glittering, broken swords. A path leads through the +useless weapons. It ends before a glossy black disk, raised +slightly from the floor. + + +Picard: What is it, Data? + + +Data: It would appear to be some manner of projector, +Captain. Holographic. + + +[The Highest's kneels, placing her hand upon the surface. A +brilliant image chases away the darkness. An incredibly +tall, fiercely beautiful woman with billowing silver hair. +She begins to speak, but at first her words are foreign and +cannot be understood. A look of concentration washes over +the Highest's face. The words become clearer.] + + +Data: Fascinating, Captain. The Highest is interacting with +this vessel to translate the words as they are spoken. + + +Woman: ...Lady Niam, Empress on Avelos. But this is all +that remains of my empire. Empty chambers and broken swords. +But even that is more than all the others. Their kingdoms, +ash. Their people, dead. Forty millennia of star-spanning +civilization. Ended. These, the fruits of my strength, now +stand as mute testimony to our weakness. + +[As Lady Niam speaks, other images flash by. A whirling +galaxy. A planet. Massive ships like the Behemoth disgorging +swarms of smaller craft. Titanic struggle. Then nothing. +Just the Empress. Her head bowed. + + +Lady Niam: Our failing... But perhaps all shall not be ash. +Here, in the holds of ships within this ship, the life of +those worlds - in vanity - I called mine. Primitive life. +'Foolish,' my generals screamed at me. Foolish to waste so +valuable a carrier - the greatest in space - on animals. +'Mere' animals. But it is they who were foolish. They who +could not see. Why could they not see? From the lowly come +the high. Perhaps it shall not be as it was, the second time +around? + +[The image vanishes. An uncomfortable blackness returns. The +Highest stands.] + + +Attendant: There is no more. Nothing. + + +Data: The galaxy shown in the holograph matches what we +call Andromeda. Apparently, this vessel has crossed the +intergalactic void, to escape the calamity of warfare. + + +Riker: What does it all mean? + + +Worf: From the lowly come the high? Second time around? And +ships within this ship? Where did they go? + + +Riker: Escape with nothing but animals? Why wouldn't the +Empress escape herself? With her people. A carrier of this +size could hold perhaps hundreds of thousands. + + +Attendant: You do not see. They did escape. + + +Riker: In the ships this vessel carried? She said only +animals... + + +Picard: Perhaps they are us? + + +Riker: Captain? + + +Picard: Noah's ark, Number One. 'The second time around.' A +second chance. The Empress understood the process of nature. +From animals come successively higher forms of life. + + +Data:'From the lowly come the high.' It could be, Captain. +And it would help to explain the similarities of alien life +throughout the range of our travels. Though it would place +this ship's age in the hundreds of millions of years. + + +Riker: Which I find rather difficult to accept. + + +Picard: There may be other explanations, Number One. +Granted. But imagine. A common thread, woven through all of +our histories. Imagine. + +[We rise into the darkness, looking down at the team, +surrounded by the broken swords. Light falls on them from +the open door, itself shaped like a dagger. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/best11.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/best11.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6f83aa4d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/best11.rev @@ -0,0 +1,228 @@ +EXTREME CAUTION: This post will contain large amounts of spoilers regarding the +TNG season finale, "The Best of Both Worlds". If you don't want to know what's +going to happen, DO NOT proceed further. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +YIPE!! + +It's going to be a very long three months, folks. Very, very long. At least +they went out for this season well, though. I'll go into details later, after a +nice detailed synopsis. (Be warned--I WILL, at the end of the synop, give away +the season-ending cliffhanger. Repeat: I WILL REVEAL THE CLIFFHANGER!! There, +now you can't say I didn't warn you.) + +Stardate 43989.1: The Enterprise comes to take a look at the Jure 4 colony, one +of the outermost colonies of the Federation, with about 900 residents--all +contact was recently lost. Riker takes an away team down to the "middle o' +town", as O'Brien tells them, but finds himself on the edge of a crater. The +entire town has been scooped away. + +Stardate 43992.6: Admiral Hansen and Lt. Cmdr. Shelby have come to view the +evidence, very worried that this might be the beginning of the Borg invasion. +Shelby has been in charge of Borg tactical analysis over the last six months, +and although she's done her job well, no defenses are as yet beyond the drawing +board. After Shelby accepts Riker's invitation to the poker game that night, +the two leave Picard and Hansen alone to talk. + +Hansen tells Picard that Shelby really knows her stuff, and says she'd "make +one hell of a first officer". When Picard replies that he already HAS one hell +of a first officer, he's informed that Riker was offered the Melbourne (his +_third_ chance at command) recently, but hasn't yet responded. He urges Picard +to kick Riker in the pants a little "for his own good", and get his career +moving again. + +Meanwhile, Riker and Shelby discuss traces the Borg leave behind--special +magnetic resonances that were found both on the Enterprise after the slice of +hull was taken out, and from the Neutral Zone outposts--a Borg "footprint", if +you will. Shelby starts trying to co-opt the away team authority, but Riker +quickly reasserts command before the two leave. She tells Riker that, since +she thought he was leaving, she's after his job. Later, at the poker game +(in attendance: Riker, Shelby, Data, Geordi, Troi, and Wesley), Wes falls for +Riker's bluff, but Shelby doesn't--and wins handily. + +The next morning (the away team was scheduled to leave at dawn), Riker and +Geordi go to the transporter room, only to have O'Brien inform him that Shelby +and Data have already been down on the surface for an hour. The two beam down, +and an exceedingly annoyed Riker pulls Shelby aside to talk. She tells him that +she got word a storm system was moving in, and wanted to get her readings before +it hit. After Riker tells her to notify him before changing his orders, he +hears her report: she found the footprint. It *IS* the Borg. + +Stardate 43993.5: Hansen is now back with Starfleet Command to plan, and Shelby +has remained on board. Riker tells Picard what he's done so far (ordered a +standing Yellow Alert, and warned all ships & outposts on the perimeter), and +the conversation turns to Shelby. After hearing a few of Riker's gripes, Picard +points out that her ambition reminds him of how Riker was when he first came on +board. He then asks, suddenly, "Will--what the hell are you still doing here?", +and when he hears Will has turned down the Melbourne because he feels he's nee- +ded here, "particularly now", says, "Starfleet needs good captains--PARTICULARLY +NOW," asks him to look at his career objectively, and reassures him he's ready +to "work without a net". Riker talks to Troi in 10-Forward, concerned that he's +lost something in coming on board. Troi says she thinks he's just older and +wiser, and says he's happier here than she's ever known him. She tells him it +all comes down to one question: "What do you want, Will Riker?" + +A little later, Shelby starts discussing redundancies in the Borg systems, and +includes the unnerving statistic that the ship could probably still function +with up to 78% of the ship completely inoperable. Any new weapons systems will +take at least 18 months to develop, and modifications here may be possible, but +right now Geordi and Wes are too tired to think about it. Riker breaks up the +meeting until the next morning, and when Shelby asks to continue working with +Data (who doesn't, after all, need rest), Riker points out that SHE does, and +sends her packing. + +The next day, Hansen calls--the ship Lalo sent a distress call, describing an +encounter with a "cubical" ship (clearly the Borg), and have not been heard +from since. All help other than the Enterprise is still 6 days away, but the +Enterprise is only 77 minutes away at Warp 9, and they head there, as Geordi +starts working with his plan to retune shield harmonics and phasers to better +bands in the EM spectrum to confuse the Borg ("just a shot in the dark", he +says). About 77 minutes later, they find the ship, and Picard tells Data, +"send a message to Admiral Hansen--we have engaged the Borg." + +The Borg, amazingly, hail *Picard* specifically. (It appears that it may well +be the same ship they encountered before.) When the Enterprise answers, the +Borg (again, speaking only as the collective--throughout the entire episode, we +never see one single Borg speak, only the entire ship) demand he beam over to +them, and say that if he resists, the Enterprise will be destroyed. Picard, of +course, refuses, and bluffs about the strength of their "new defenses". The +Borg start probing, and Geordi retunes the shields--miraculously, the tractor +beam does not manage to lock on. The Enterprise locks weapons, but the Borg +quickly adapt to the new shields, drain them, and lock on the tractor beam. +After initial shots fail and they still can't move, a beam from the Borg slices +into the Enterprise at Engineering, which Geordi is forced to evacuate. +Shelby orders Data to fire while continually modulating the phasers, not giving +the Borg time to adapt. This proves successful, and the tractor beam is broken. +Picard orders Warp 9 away from the beast (no conference this time!!), and the +Borg pursue. + +The Enterprise enters the Paulson Nebula and drop to impulse--the nebula, they +hope, will confuse the Borg sensors. When Worf reports that they cannot be +located, but that the Borg are still trying, Picard says, "Good. As long as +they're looking for us, they won't chase anyone else." As repairs of the +hull breach in Engineering continue, Shelby and company analyze the earlier +battle. They find that the Borg appear slightly vulnerable to one particular +frequency band, and realize that they might manage to cripple or even destroy +the ship in that band--but they need far more power than they can channel +through phasers or photon torpedoes to do it. The only thing they can use to +channel that much power is the deflection dish, and unless they can increase +its range, the explosion would take out the Enterprise as well. Geordi and Wes +get to work on that (and on retuning all the phasers, even hand phasers, to that +band), and Shelby makes the additional recommendation to separate the saucer, to +give the Borg two targets to worry about. Riker says they may need the saucer, +and dismisses the plan as too risky, but assures Shelby that he will present all +options to Picard. + +Unfortunately, when he goes into Picard's ready room to talk to him a few +minutes later, Shelby's already there. While Picard agrees with Riker that +the plan is too risky to try now, he orders Riker to prepare for it as a fall- +back option. Both Riker and Shelby leave, but Riker holds the lift long enough +to tell Shelby, "you do an end run around me again, and I'll snap you back so +hard you'll think you're a first-year cadet again." Not mincing words, she +tells Riker that he's in her way, and that the only thing he knows how to do is +play it safe. + +Stardate 43996.2: They're still hiding in the dust cloud, and Picard is mulling +over the possibility that none of their defenses will be adequate. He talks to +Guinan in 10-Forward, concerned that this may be the end of his civilization's +page in history, and Guinan assures him that humanity will prevail, even if it +takes a millenium. Suddenly, a Red Alert is sounded--the Borg are sending +magnetic charges into the nebula, essentially mining it. Shields are only back +up to 48%, but with no other options, Picard orders the ship out (at half- +impulse, with a sudden jump up to Warp 9 once they're out). + +The chase lasts only seconds, and the Borg immediately knock the Enterprise dead +in the water. One Borg beams aboard and is shot down by Worf, then two more +appear. Both have shields, and while the first effortlessly tosses Riker and +Worf around the bridge, the second affixes some sort of device to Picard--and +then the two beam back with him (leaving the first one to disintegrate). The +Borg disengage, and leave at warp 9, quickly moving to 9.4, then 9.6. While +the Enterprise pursues, Worf tells Riker the Borg's course will take them to +"Sector 001--the Terran system." Yep...they're coming straight for Earth. + +Meanwhile, Picard is taken to a central area of the Borg ship, where he is told +that humanity will be assimilated, biologically and technologically, into the +Borg culture, and will be adapted to "service" the Borg. When Picard says it's +impossible, because his culture is based on freedom and self-determination, +the Borg reply, "Freedom is irrelevant. Self-determination is irrelevant. You +must comply." When he says they'd rather die, the reply is "Death is +irrelevant." (Brr...) They then tell him that, to more easily begin the +assimilation, they require a human voice to speak for them in all communica- +tions: and Picard's the only candidate. + +Some time later (I'm assuming a couple of days, due to the stardate given in a +later scene), the Enterprise can only maintain pursuit at that speed for +another 2 hours 40 minutes--and with the deflector burst not yet ready (Geordi +thinks he MIGHT have it in 2 hours), they realize they must get the Borg out of +warp. Riker orders an away team to beam over to the Borg ship for some sabo- +tage, and plans to lead it, but is forced to relinquish it to Shelby when Troi +reminds him that, as Acting Captain in a wartime situation, his place is most +assuredly the bridge. + +Stardate 43998.5: Shelby, Data, Worf, and Beverly (there in case Picard needs +medical help) prepare to beam over. Each phaser is tuned to a different +frequency, but Shelby warns them that they still will probably only get 1-2 +shots apiece before the Borg adapt. They beam over, and are ignored just as +they were more than a year before. Signs of human life are "inconclusive", and +they begin searching for Picard. Bev finds a power conduit, and although it's +obvious they'll never be able to take out enough equipment to force the Borg +out of warp, Bev suggests the mosquito analogy--sting them in a tender spot, and +perhaps they'll stop to scratch. They decide to take out several distribution +nodes, but before they do so, Worf picks up Picard's communicator signal and +the team heads for it. + +With 22 minutes of pursuit left, Riker talks to Admiral Hansen, strongly urging +that all ships be redeployed to defend sector 001. Hansen says they're regroup- +ing to make their stand at Wolf-359. Meanwhile, the away team enters what looks +like the Borg nursery, and finds only Picard's uniform, with communicator still +attached. They continue the search, as Geordi and Wes tell Riker that the +deflector burst is in business--but it will completely burn out the main +deflector, and they will need to evacuate the entire forward half of the +secondary hull and the lower three decks of the saucer due to radiation threats. + +With 17 minutes left, and Picard not yet found, the team has no choice but to +start taking out the distribution nodes. They take out three, and as the ship +drops out of warp (allowing the Enterprise to begin channeling that power to the +dish and arming it), the Borg converge. Six Borg are taken out before they +adapt to the new phasers, and the team prepares to beam back. + +Suddenly, Beverly sees Picard in profile (the right half of his face, as you'd +see if you were facing him) and says, "Jean-Luc!" He slowly turns, and the team +sees with horror that he has been altered--into a Borg himself. Worf tries to +grab him, but is repelled by a force-field. The team is forced to beam back +empty-handed. + +They tell Riker what's happened, and Geordi says the Borg ship is already begin- +ning to regenerate. Riker tells them to prepare to fire. When Bev objects, +saying that Picard is alive, and she might be able to reverse the process, he +says there's no time. Finally, the Borg hail the Enterprise. We (and the +bridge) see Picard slowly walking up to the screen, and he says, "I am Locutus, +of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this +time forward, you will service...US." After several stunned reaction shots, +the camera closes in on Riker as he says, "Mister Worf--fire." Fade out, and +the screen says: + +TO BE CONTINUED................. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bestsell b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bestsell new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3c4ea022 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bestsell @@ -0,0 +1,895 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!meaddata!gordon +From: gordon@meaddata.com (Gordon Edwards) +Subject: Repost: Bestseller +Sender: news@meaddata.com (Usenet Administrator) +Organization: Mead Data Central, Dayton OH +Date: Mon, 11 May 1992 11:33:06 GMT +Message-ID: <1992May11.113306.22948@meaddata.com> +Lines: 883 + + +Story: "Bestseller" +Author: stdnt163@whscdp.whs.edu + + + S T A R T R E K V O Y A G E S + + Created by James Queen + and + Marc TaiLore + + + Captain's Log, Stardate 5006.8 + The Valiant is prepared to leave Starbase 23, after receiving +a few crew replacements. I must note, with pride, that Commander +Mark Krawczyk, whose efficiency report is in my hand, is among the +new officers. + Our next exploration assignment will be on the edge of "The +Zone", the uncharted area of Federation treaty space. + + Federation Starship USS Valiant, NCC-1724, cleared its +moorings and thrusted away from Starbase 23. The ship turned +toward its destination, "The Zone." + In his quarters, Captain Benjamin Hackley switched off the +computer log and laid down on his bed. He usually relaxed in his +cabin, just to be sure he was calm and collected, before returning +to the stressful situations a Captain's rank brought on. He knew +that, eventually, relaxing wouldn't help. For after 23 years, +space exploration was beginning to damage his nerves. He had had +enough of it, and now he was simply waiting for the last two years +of this mission to end, so he could accept his promotion to Admiral +and rest behind a desk. He could just transfer now, but that +wasn't like Ben Hackley. He would finish the job he had started. + He had been offered four desk jobs already, along with +promotions, but had turned them all down. He wanted to be the +Captain who had run more exploration missions than people believed +were endurable. So here he was, on his fifth 5-year mission. + More than he could endure. + He had read the records of James T. Kirk's historical 5-year +missions, over and over again. He envied Kirk's youth. He wished +he could react and fight and decide and plan as fast as Kirk could. +He used to be able to, but that was back when he was working on his +second mission. When the 5 years were over, Hackley returned to +Earth, but his ship didn't. It was left as a derelict, and a +transport had brought the crew home. + Of course, that didn't happen to Kirk's crew. The Enterprise +had returned, in one piece. The mission had hurt the ship, though. +It returned charred, scored, scraped, and holed. More so than +after its first 5-year mission. More dangers had arisen this time, +and, therefore, more rewards were given to the crew who had +returned. They were heralded again, with more celebrations for +performing a "miraculous" feat twice. There were enough cheers +when it returned from the first 5-year mission, the only ship of +its class remaining. + It had done it again, but this time, other Constitution-class +vessels remained. Newer ones, like this second USS Valiant, built +to replace the one lost in the Eminiar system sixty-five years ago, +shot down by a computerized war between two of its planets, its +crew forced into disintegration chambers when they were hit and +considered "dead." Kirk had solved that problem, too, and brought +peace to the worlds. + New as it was, the Valiant still hadn't seen a complete +overhaul in two years, and it showed. Hackley had pleaded for one +at Starbase 23, but Commodore Holsten had wanted the ship into "The +Zone" as soon as possible. Hackley had left Holsten's office in +disgust, and fear. The Valiant had seen a lot of action. It had +been jury-rigged enough, and got weaker by the month. + Hackley didn't want his ship falling apart around him. + He had relaxed too long. He shook himself back to the present +and sat up. His eyes moved to the personnel record lying on his +shelf. The bold print at the top read: Krawczyk, Mark Taylor. + The service record was astounding. Mark's cadet cruise had +been aboard a ship-of-the-line. His first and second tours placed +him in the merchant marines. His third assigned him to Starbase +duty. His fourth tour took him to a smaller exploration vessel, +where he earned the much-talked-about perfect report. The record +indicated a 120% efficiency, something that had only occurred three +other times in Starfleet's history, and done by Vulcans. From +Constitution-class ships, down to merchant marine tours with bad +efficiency ratings, and up again to exploration and a perfect +rating, Mark had seen the highest and lowest groups in Starfleet. + Hackley wondered how Mark had pulled it off. He stood and +donned his uniform. He walked out of his cabin, looking forward to +his first meeting with Commander Krawczyk. + +"Best-seller" +Written by James Queen. + + "Mark!" + James Queen was standing on the Valiant's hangar deck, +greeting the last group of new officers, when he saw Mark Krawczyk. +Jim wore a standard, light blue Starfleet uniform that nearly +matched his eyes. His brown hair was smoothly styled. On his +sleeve were the gold stripes identifying him as a Commander. On +his face he wore a shocked expression. + Mark was dressed the same way, but his expression was content +and just a little impatient. His eyes were better matched to his +light brown hair. + It was the impatience Mark showed that made Jim realize he +still had a job to do. He immediately snapped to attention. + Mark stepped forward. "Permission to come aboard, sir?" + Jim stared straight ahead and saluted. "Permission granted, +sir. Welcome aboard, Commander." + Mark stepped off the shuttlecraft and headed toward the +forward turbolift. Jim watched him leave. + Neither of them expected to be on the same ship at the same +time. Their next meeting was planned to be three months later, +during shore leave. Jim was tempted to laugh as hard as he could, +but he kept his composure. After all, he was a senior officer, +setting a good example for the new crewmembers. + New crewmembers? + He'd forgotten again. He turned back to the puzzled face of +a new recruit, waiting for permission. + "Oh, uh, yes, welcome aboard." + The recruit stepped down, relieved. When the shuttle was +clear and the hangar bay was to be emptied, Jim went to the +turbolift. When all personnel had left, the hangar doors opened, +and the shuttle drifted out. + Jim ordered the turbolift to go to the bridge. He felt the +elevator slide towards the top of the ship. The noise from the +engines increased as he entered the saucer section, telling him +that the Valiant had just activated the warp engines. Usually, the +sound was low enough not to be noticed, but when the ship went to +warp speed, it was heard everywhere. + When the turbo's doors finally opened, Jim was not surprised +to find that the Captain was not on the bridge, nor was Mark. He +walked over to the engineering panel and checked the outer hull +stress display. Sure that the ship was handling perfectly, Jim +walked back to the turbolift. His first thought was to report to +the Captain, who should be talking to Mark now. He decided instead +to go to Mark's quarters and wait for him. + + Leaning against the wall, Jim jumped when the doors to Mark's +cabin opened. Mark walked out, and nearly ran Jim over. He looked +at Jim brightly. + "Hello, there!" + Jim just stared. "Why aren't you reporting in to the Captain?" + Mark grinned. "Well, he won't mind a few hours, will he? +We're still three days from The Zone. I've got plenty of time! +Besides, I've got better things to do." + Suddenly, Jim understood. "Mark, just because you've got a +one-twenty rating doesn't mean Starfleet will bow down and kiss +your feet." He'd read about the Vulcans who'd earned one-twentys. +One had had this same problem, believing he had extra privileges. +One wasn't affected, and the third had nearly gone insane trying to +do it again. + Now Mark was shocked. "Who said anything about bowing? I'm +just asking for a few hours." He turned toward the footsteps he +heard. + Captain Hackley was walking toward them, probably wanting to +meet Mark in Mark's own quarters. That meant the Captain had liked +what he'd heard about Mark. Jim was sorry it wouldn't last. He +gave Mark a sneer. + "Explain it to him." + + "Oh, really?" + The Captain paced Mark's quarters. Mark stood patiently at +attention. He'd certainly been through this before. He waited for +the lesson the Captain prepared to teach. Hackley looked at Mark +again, and the lesson began. + "Commander, that one-twenty rating of yours means that you are +more than qualified to be my chief science officer and that I can +expect you to do a good job. It does not mean that you can bend +regulations and rest as you please. Understood?" + Calmly, Mark gave the routine reply. "Yes, sir." + Hackley was sorely disappointed. He had expected a nicely +done report from a fine officer. He didn't want a stuck up hotshot +instead. It was a bad first impression, but then, Krawczyk had +only been aboard for a few minutes, and had plenty of time to shape +up. + Considering this, Hackley's expression brightened. He smiled. +"Good, now," he walked up to Mark and offered his hand, "It's a +pleasure to meet you, Commander." + + On the recreation deck, Mark, Jim, and two other officers sat +at a reserved table. + "Mark," Jim began as he pulled out a chair, "I'd like you to +meet Lieutenant Peter Ledolison, Chief of Communications, and +Lieutenant Commander John K. Millis, Chief Helmsman. Gentlemen, +this is Commander Mark Krawczyk, our new Science Officer." + Everyone shook hands and exchanged greetings, then took their +seats. + Jim started, "Mark is the one with the -" + "One-twenty," the two officers said in harmony. Peter +continued, displaying a very slight British accent, "It's not easy +to miss hearing about a perfect efficiency report." + "It's not easy getting a perfect report, either," Mark added, +then began eating the meal he had just ordered. + "Are you worried that people will demand too much of you now?" +Peter asked. + Mark looked up, seeing Peter's brown hair and blue eyes, and +noticing the similarity between Lieutenant Ledolison and Jim. "If +they do, so what. I can handle anything they dish out." + Jim groaned. Peter and John looked at each other nervously. +Jim wondered how they were taking this. Peter might respect Mark +for wanting to follow orders, but scorn on his unorthodox methods +of doing so. + John, an African-American native of California, believed +Starfleet should be fighting Klingons and not itself, so he may +also see following orders as good, but wonder about Mark's +attitude. + Jim, well, he just couldn't make up his mind yet. + "In fact," Mark continued, chomping on part of his salad, +"I'll probably get another perfect rating. It'll be easier the +second time around." + They were all silent. Mark kept eating. + "Well," John finally began, "we should be approaching The Zone +any minute, now. I suppose we should be on the bridge." + Jim watched them leave, hoping they didn't look too eager to +get away and discuss things about Mark. If they did look eager, +Mark didn't notice. + Jim realized he should be at his station, too. He stood and +pushed the chair in, then looked at Mark. "I'll be in +Engineering." + Mark nodded and waved him off, finishing his drink. When Jim +was gone, Mark set his tray near the food slot and strolled towards +the turbolift. + + The Valiant approached the invisible border of The Zone. The +hull was covered with replacement plates and makeshift repairs. +The lack of an overhaul made the vessel seem like a building no one +had lived in for years. The ship looked old and worn out. + The empty space in front of it, however, was just the +opposite. It was home to the people in it. To the Federation, it +was just unclaimed territory. There was no radiation save what +emanated from the stars. No debris floated about. No man-made +constructs marred the view. + It was this view that Captain Hackley had been watching for +several minutes. He buried it in his memory and savored it. Once +he was behind an Admiral's desk, he wouldn't see anything like it +again. + He took his eyes off of the viewscreen and looked around the +bridge. All of the officers were at their stations, including +Mark, he noticed. Good. He felt better. Now he had to see how +Krawczyk performed his science duties. + "Unidentified vessel at three-one-six mark eight-two," Mark +reported. + Hackley walked up to the Science station. There's a good +start, he thought. "Life forms?" he asked. + Mark stared into his scanner. "Computer reads one-hundred +sixteen, sir." + Hackley looked back at the viewer. "On screen." + The vessel appeared on the screen, and caught Hackley +completely by surprise. + He was looking at an old Earth, sixteenth century wooden +sailing vessel, in space. + "That's impossible." This came from Ron Pelten, the navigator +sitting in front of the Captain. Hackley looked at him, then +looked back up. He could hardly disagree. Space was much too cold +for humanoid life to survive in a wooden vessel. Oxygen leaks and +depressurization were also highly probable. From the looks of it, +the ship carrying over one-hundred life forms looked like it could +sustain nothing but space itself. + "No it isn't," Mark said from his scanner. "It's not wood, +but a common tritanium hull painted to look like wood." + "Interesting," remarked Lieutenant Ledolison. + "Yellow alert, sir?" offered John Millis, his hands on the +weapons standby controls. Unidentified or not, John was not going +to let some crazy aliens in a disguised ship get the jump on him. +The Federation was strong enough to hold down any invaders, and he +would prove it. + But, looking at Captain Hackley's glare on him, he decided he +wouldn't prove it right now. + "That's not necessary, Helmsman," Hackley warned. "Mr. +Ledolison, open a hailing frequency, send all standard hello +messages." + "Aye, sir." Peter turned to his control panel. + Mark spoke up, "Captain, I read no coolant pipes, engines, +weapons, or electronics, other than their artificial gravity plates +and life support." Mark sounded puzzled. He continued to observe +the vessel while calling up memory files from the ship's computer +on old Earth naval vessels. + Hackley looked back at the ship, if he could truly call it +that. It had no propulsion or controls. It was essentially a +metal hulk, carrying life forms, shaped like a sailing vessel. +"Then it can't receive our hails," he decided, "Cut off messages." + Peter cut the signals, then studied the vessel again, +infinitely fascinated. + "Mr. Pelten," Hackley called to his first officer, "would you +like to try an exploration team?" + Pelten got out of the navigation seat. "Yes, sir. Mr. +Krawczyk, Mr. Ledolison." He called to Engineering as they headed +toward the turbolift. "Mr. Queen, we have a technological puzzle +I'm sure you'd be interested in." + Jim's voice came over the bridge speakers. "I've been +listening. I'll meet you in Transporter room Three." + + The gold, shimmering transporter beam deposited the four +crewmen on a wooden floor. They immediately expected cold air to +engulf them, but life support kept them rather warm. The hundred +and sixteen people that were supposed to be living here were +nowhere to be seen. + "Stay together. Phasers on stun," Ron ordered. + They all turned the knob on their weapons, then moved down the +corridor. A quiet whining came from Mark's tricorder. + "Most of the life forms are gathered in a hall one deck down, +to the aft, " he reported. The other party members didn't need to +be told. There was a considerable amount of noise coming from that +general direction. + They entered what appeared to be a storage room. Their eyes +widened as they noticed swords and knives hanging around the room, +and a pile of what appeared to be... cannonballs?... in one corner. + "How are we supposed to get down?" Jim asked, "I don't imagine +they have turbolifts." + "How's this?" Ledolison called. He referred to a staircase he +had found behind a hinged door. + The four looked down into the darkness. They were getting +light in here from torches mounted on the walls. The stairs looked +rickety and the officers didn't quite trust them as they stepped +down. Their skepticism was misplaced; the stairs were the same +solid alloy that had covered the room they were now leaving. + According to the tricorder, the group was now amidships, on +the third level. The noise was much louder now, coming from a +corridor running aft to their right. They were nearly halfway to +the aft section when the hall came to an end. Lanterns lined the +corridor on both walls. A large red carpet on the floor made the +hallway seem to greet someone of royalty. + The hinged door in front of them was lined in gold. The party +found no other doors on the walls. After searching, they were left +speculating about the first door. + "You think all this noise is coming from behind here?" Ron +asked. + "Can't be," Mark replied, "It's coming from a hall all the way +to the rear of the ship." + "Maybe it's a very big hall," Jim suggested. + "Maybe it's the Captain's quarters," Peter offered. + The other three looked at him, then looked back at the door. +That made sense. A grand hallway leading to a gold-lined door. +They all mentally slapped themselves for not figuring it out first, +but wouldn't tell the others that they did. + "Okay," Ron finally said, "Either side, Phasers ready." He +pointed to either wall. Mark and Jim got against the walls, Peter +stood ready behind Ron. + Ron jerked the door open, and waited. + Nothing happened. + Everyone let out a breath of relief, then looked embarrassed +that they had been holding one in the first place. + They crept into the room, made sure no one was around, put +their Phasers away and started examining the room. No one was a +bit surprised by what they saw. They had all read Moby Dick and +Treasure Island. This was common for a captain's room. Trinkets, +medals, and displays were scattered on various shelves. No doors +other than the one they came in were visible. They noticed this +and realized this was not the way to the life forms. + A desk in the center of the room, with a rather uncomfortable +looking chair behind it, held inkwells, various papers, a few more +trinkets, feather pens, a timepiece, and a book. + A rather large book, opened nearly to the end. While the +others studied the treasures and artifacts, Peter stood over the +desk and read a few passages from the book: + + The Captain stood over his men and raised his chalice in a +toast. + "Ahoy maties! Today we be celebrating the final vanquishin' +of our enemies, da Horidins!" + Cheers erupted all over the great hall. The men sang songs, +and feasted on the plunder of their last raid. They were doing +this forty minutes later, when a buzzing noise disrupted them. +They ignored it, and continued eating. Ten minutes later, the +Captain screamed. + The pirates dropped their food, and stared at the Captain. + "The King has called to me again!" the Captain called out, "We +have been invaded!" + All of the men dropped their food, grabbed their swords, and +stormed out of the room. + + Peter was becoming very interested. He turned the page. He +turned another. He turned more. + They were blank. + Peter looked around. The rest of the team was still studying +the objects on the shelves. While concentrating on them, and Peter +on the book, they had failed to notice that the noise had ceased, +and a rustling was now heard to the starboard. + "Guys, listen!" he yelled. + They all looked at each other, then listened. The noise was +now coming from the hallway. They drew their Phasers and ran to +the door. Ron looked into the hallway... + and ducked. + A sword flew through the air where his neck would've been. +Another blade flew through the air and missed Ron. + It hit Peter in the side. + Peter gasped and fell to the floor. Mark had aimed his Phaser +and pushed Ron out of the way. while Jim activated his +wrist-communicator. + "Valiant, emergency beam-out! Now!" + Mark fired. As the closest four people fell, stunned, the +golden wave of the transporter pulled the team away from the +attackers. + + "He'll be fine," Brian Halmen assured. + Captain Hackley stood over Ledolison as the diagnostic bed +completed it's scan. He looked at Doctor Halmen, who finished +applying some synthetic skin to the wound. Halmen turned to +Hackley, and spoke with a mild Italian accent. + "Don't give him any exercise for awhile, Ben." + Hackley nodded, and his Italian friend walked away, toward his +office. After a minute, Peter opened his eyes. + "Where am I?" + "You're in sickbay, on the Valiant." Hackley raised his hand +to Peter's arm and comforted him. Hackley was only sub-consciously +looking at Peter. He was remembering standing over three other +young officers, at three different times, on three different +starships. They were all Lieutenants, new to exploration. All +three had the same look in their eyes when they'd come aboard, the +excitement and want for adventure, the eagerness to see the +unknown. + All three had been wounded one or two years later, and all +three had been laying on beds like Peter. The look was gone from +their eyes, replaced by an expression of shock and terror. The +realization of the dangers the unknown offered and how their lives +could be taken at any given time, had wrecked havoc with their +minds. Two of the officers had transferred planetside when they +had recovered enough. The third died. + Hackley looked into Peter's eyes and searched for the +realization. + Peter's eyes looked back at him. They showed no fear. They +showed a new understanding, but they had not lost the look for +adventure in the unknown. + Hackley was surprised, and relieved. + Peter spoke up. "Permission to speak freely, sir?" + "Granted." + "Damn, that was interesting! + "Good enough, mister." Hackley couldn't bring himself to +discipline him for his language. He simply smiled. "Briefing in +five minutes," he ordered. + "Yes, sir," Peter replied, now attentive and controlled. + + "It's a pirate ship," Hackley echoed. + The three other officers at the table nodded. + "That's what we decided," Ron said. + Hackley nodded. "Jim, you're analysis?" + Jim looked at his data pad. "Tritanium hull, adequate life +support, but you knew that. All I can add is that it has the same +thing on the inside." + Hackley frowned. "Mr. Krawczyk?" + "I don't quite know what to call it. It can't be called a +ship, despite its shape and purpose. I'd call it a space station, +except that it doesn't have sufficient equipment. There's no name +for it, sir, but a sailing ship modified to float in space. + Ron jumped in. "There were no navigation charts inside, +either, sir. Except for a form of...treasure map. They certainly +weren't going anywhere. Perhaps they were meant to float." + Hackley considered this. The briefing room was quiet when +Ledolison walked in, a cast bound around his waist. + "Your analysis of the vessel, Mr. Ledolison?" Hackley asked. + "It's a pirate ship." Peter replied as he sat down. + The other officers grinned. Hackley still looked concerned. +"What did you all find inside?" + "Trinkets," Ron began. + "Cute gold medals, " Jim offered. + "Pirates," Mark said. + "A very interesting book," Peter said, catching everyone's +attention "A book that told what was happening on the ship." + + In the Transporter room, the officers crossed their fingers as +something shimmered into existence on the Transporter pad. + The book had been beamed over. The officers didn't celebrate, +they just ran to the book and opened it. + "It ended here," Peter pointed. The area that was blank +before had been filled in. Confused, the officers read: + + "The King has agreed to let us invade," the Captain cheered. + The pirates growled and raised their swords. + Then, with the King's power around them, the pirates vanished. +The King's whirlwind would transport them to the invaders' ship. + Then the spacemen would bow to them! + + The officers looked at each other, then looked around the room +for the attack that the book warned would happen. + + Captain's log, Stardate 5015.3. + After being attacked by a group of pirates, our landing team +has escaped a wooden sailing vessel, drifting in front of us. We +have beamed over a strange book from the ship, which tells us that +the pirates are planning to attack at any time. + + "We have unwillingly become a part of someone else's little +fantasy, Admiral," Captain Hackley reported to the person on the +viewscreen. Admiral Jerry Regiffe wasn't surprised by what the +Valiant had run across. In fact, Hackley thought he saw a bored +and impatient look on Regiffe's face when it first appeared on the +screen. He thought he heard the Admiral thinking, what has that +ship gotten into now? + "I have no suggestions, Captain," Regiffe replied. "This +can't be called interference, since you didn't do anything, and +since these 'pirates' can't be considered a race." + "If you're referring to the pirates being part of the strange +book, sir," Hackley said, "we still haven't proven that the book +has anything to do with them. It's a pirate ship, the captain may +be writing a book about pirates." + "Then you'll have to get more information," Regiffe ordered, +"Until then, you're going to have to wait it out. Regiffe out." +The viewscreen showed space again. + Hackley frowned for a moment, then turned to Mark, up at the +science station. + "Mark, where are the pirates now?" + The sensor screen threw a blue glow on Mark's face. Then it +disappeared and Mark hit a few toggles. "They're crowded back in +the main hall again, sir." + Hackley frowned again. Damn, he wanted them to attack. If +something was going to happen, it should happen now, while the crew +was fairly expectant. If the pirates waited too long, the crew +would relax, and be caught off guard when the attack began. + He walked down to his command chair and pushed an intercom +button. "Transporter room, Jim, Peter, how you doin'?" + Peter's voice came back over the speaker. "Nothing yet, sir. +It still says 'the space men would bow to them.'" + "Thank you, Lieutenant. Keep us informed." Hackley hit the +intercom again. "Commander Millis, report to the bridge." + "Captain!" Mark yelled. + Hackley spun, "What?" + The scanner was beeping again. "They're gone. There are no +pirates left on the ship." + "Captain!" Jim's own voice buzzed, "This is the transporter +room. The book is changing." + "Sir," it was the communications officer replacing Peter this +time, "Security reports men in old Earth attire have materialized +in some corridors on Deck 5. Deck 6 reports pirates, and Deck 19 +says intruders have appeared in the hanger bay." + Hackley was moving towards the science station. "Send full +security forces to all three decks, have phasers set for stun." + Mark displayed the areas occupied by the pirates on his +science monitor. Hackley hit the intercom again. "Security, +report to decks 4 and 7 to keep the intruders isolated." + Security began warning all personnel away from the occupied +areas, while Engineering sealed off certain occupied corridors. + Hackley studied the schematic and called to Pelten. + "Commander, sound Red Alert." + + While staring in wonder at the metal doors that slid open to +get out of their way, the pirates moved toward a stairwell on Deck +5. Security arrived, and six men fell, stunned. The remaining +pirate slashed one guard, and charged down the stairwell, scared +beyond reasoning. + As a guard approached, the pirate noticed the shiny metal +thing that used bright light to knock out his comrades. He had to +stop the spaceman from using it on him. + The pirate charged and lunged his sword. Knowing that most +people in space were afraid of phasers, this guard didn't prepare +for a man to charge him. + The pirate swung and missed, knocking a chunk out of the +bulkhead. As the guard turned, the pirate swung again, and the +guard collapsed. + The pirate ran through the strange sliding metal doors and +nearly ran into four more men in red uniforms, holding those evil +metal light weapons. + He watched as a dozen of his colleagues collapsed under the +spacemen's treachery. + He was angered. He lashed out at the spacemen. + The guards were unaware of the blade cutting the air behind +them, and so were quite surprised, when the sword cut into them. +The pirate dispatched four of them before the fifth turned and had +a chance to fire. The pirate fell among the guards on the floor. + By the time the standing guard had turned back to his original +targets, they were upon him. + The man was hacked up, and unrecognizable when the pirates +fled from incoming reinforcements. + + In the hangar bay, pirates lay unconscious everywhere. The +open area had allowed the security guards to stun everyone safely +and for a long time. + The turbolift doors opened, and Ron Pelten approached the +guards. + "Did any of them talk to you?" he asked. + "No, not one," the guard frowned, "The loonies just kept +yelling 'for the King, retrieve his artifact.'" + Ron's eyes squinted, then widened. + "Keep them knocked out," he said, as he started back for the +elevator, this time at a run. + + The door to Engineering slid open, and the engineers pulled +out phasers. Two guards arrived from the upper deck and ran down +the gangway. + Pirates collapsed again, leaving only a handful, who were now +crouch behind walls. + The guard closest to the gangway aimed, and screamed. A sword +was buried in his back, and as the other guards turned to look, the +hidden pirates pulled out daggers and threw them. + All the daggers missed and hit the rear wall. + The guards looked at their sources, and the second volley +arrived. One guard fell, a dagger embedded in his shoulder. The +others fired, and four men fell behind the walls. One was hidden +completely and wasn't hit. The surprise attacker was also put to +sleep by the guard closest to him. + Four more pirates came through the doors, and one fell behind +the wall and pulled out his sword as his three friends were +stunned. + At that moment, Jim walked in. The pirates turned toward him, +and he swung. The fist cracked against the jaw, and the pirate +dropped his sword. Jim snatched it as the other stood. + The pirate swung, and Jim took a gash in the side. Biting his +lip, he swung, and the pirate deflected the blade. As the pirate +swung and missed, his comrade was getting up and pulling a dagger +out. A security guard noticed this and set his weapon for narrow +beam. Jim swung and was blocked, and he heard a phaser beam behind +him as the dagger fell out of the stunned pirate's hand. The +pirate with the sword swung, and a slice opened in Jim's uniform. +As he fell unconscious, another phaser beam threw the pirate +against the wall and let him drop in a heap. + Commander Pelten entered from the workshop. He saw Jim on the +floor and looked at the guards. + "Who's in the transporter room?" he demanded. + Just the chief and Mr. Ledolison, I imagine," replied the +guard. + At a run, Pelten entered the turbolift. "That book must be +protected!" he called. + Another door slid shut as a pirate on the upper deck crawled +out of his hiding place and rejoined his fellows. + "The King's tome is in their transportation place," the man +reported. + The pirates marched down the corridor, opening every door, +searching every room. + + In the transporter room, Peter Ledolison was aiming his +phaser. The pirate hiding behind the wall in the corridor raised +his dagger. He turned and threw, and Peter fired. His shot +bounced harmlessly off of the wall plating, but the dagger buried +itself in his thigh. He screamed and fell, but was still alert +enough to hear more phasers, and people hitting the floor nearby. + Dr. Halmen came in with a stretcher, and ran a scanner over +Peter's body as his aides lifted him up and over. + Halmen frowned at his readings, then looked at his aides. +"C'mon, OR's just down the hall, let's go." + The medics left, and the phaser fire continued in the opposite +direction. Ron Pelten ran into the room and found the book, +unprotected, then ran to the computer console. + "Captain, this is Pelten, you'd better send help to +Transporter room One. The pirates are after the book." + "Understood," Hackley's voice said, "We're on our way." + The door opened behind him, and Ron turned and fired. The +phaser blast missed, and Ron had to move out of the way. The main +horde had arrived, and Pelten had only half of his phaser power +left. The rest had been used on the way to the transporter. The +pirate lunged, and the blade caught Ron's thigh. He screamed and +collapsed. Phaser fire was again heard down the corridor. The +pirate turned and ran out the door where his shipmates were +preparing daggers and watching their fellows fall in threes. In +front of him, the pirate Captain began summoning the king's powers, +and ordering his men to grab the book. The pirate reentered the +room, but his mates collapsed. As the Captain screamed the final +words and the weapons turned on him, the pirate knew he wouldn't +reach the book. He had one second to get his vengeance on the +spacemen, because the Captain had to save his worthless neck. +Well, he would get the most vengeance he could. + The Captain fell unconscious, the guards reached the door. As +the King's power tickled his mind in preparation for transport, the +pirate raised his sword. The guards took aim, and the pirate buried +the sword in Pelten's back. Then, the whirlwind took him, and the +king returned him to his vessel. + The guards piled into Transporter room One and searched +everywhere. Dr. Halmen entered and looked around. He pulled out +a medical sensor and stopped when he realized who it was with a +sword standing out of his back. He immediately crouched down and +ordered an emergency first aid kit. + The door opened again, and Hackley's mouth dropped open. +Halmen began to apply first aid while Pelten was placed on the +stretcher. His eyes widened at the wound gaping in Ron's back. +Sickbay doors opened, and Pelten was placed on the bed. First aid +continued, and Hackley perceived the sword to be dancing on Ron's +back. And it was laughing. + Hackley blinked several times and resisted the urge to yank +the weapon out of his first officer's body. + The first aid failed again. A cardiostimulator was latched to +the bed, but would not be used. The protoplaser was activated, but +wasn't helping. + "With all your technology, you can't even beat people seven +hundred years behind you!" the sword cried, "and it's simply +because you're just as mortal as they are!" + In Hackley's mind, the sword laughed hysterically, holding its +gut. + Hackley watched the sword, representative of the pirates who +killed an innocent man for no apparent reason, study the diagnostic +screen. Finally, the meters fell, and the sword laughed again. + Hackley closed his eyes and left. + Dr. Halmen pulled the sword out of the body. + Ron Pelten was dead. + + Captain's Log, Stardate 5016.2 + My First Officer, Ron Pelten, is dead. The pirate attack has +come and gone, and we've discovered that the mysterious book is +something of great importance. Commendations go to Ensign +Carlstel, Ensign Mortesh, Ensign Dallen, Ensign Kentresky, +Lieutenant Reft, and Lieutenant Mannewicks, who were all injured in +the attack. Posthumous commendations are recommended for Ensign +John S. Yerich, and Commander Ronald L. Pelten, who both died in +the performance of their duty. + + "Then the whirlwind took him, and Ekarik was returned to his +ship. The mission had failed. Captain Garr cursed mightily and +walked to the altar. He would have to apologize to the King. The +spacemen were too powerful." + Mark closed the book. Captain Hackley put his head in his +hands, then folded them. He looked at doctor Halmen. + "Doctor, how are your patients?" + Halmen looked at his data pad. "Ensigns Dallen and Kentresky +are up and walking. It will be a few days for Lieutenant +Mannewicks, but Lieutenants Reft and Ledolison are out for the rest +of the week. Ensigns Mortesh and Carlstel have handed me their +resignations, which i'll get to you this afternoon. Commander +Queen should be around in three days." + Hackley frowned and thought for a moment. + "Captain," John Millis spoke up, "I suggest we destroy the +ship. These pirates are just figures out of a story. They have +started a war against us. We have given them the advantage by +allowing them this attack!" + "Sit down, Mr. Millis," Hackley said, "These pirates are +entities created by an intelligent type of....storyteller....whose +playing field we've stumbled on to. The attack was not the fault +of the pirates, but the work of the writer's imagination." + Millis sighed and looked away. + Hackley continued. "Now, personally, I don't feel like +learning any more about them, as Admiral Regiffe suggests. It has +cost us too much already. I'm going to leave the play area +immediately." He pushed the intercom button, "Bridge, this is the +Captain. Contact Starfleet. Inform Admiral Regiffe that we will +be leaving this sector." + The bridge replied, "Aye, sir." + Hackley looked up. "Mr. Krawczyk, you will join me in a +landing team to return the book to the pirate ship." + Millis stood. "Captain! You can't go over there!" + Hackley was moving toward the door. He turned to face Millis. +"Mr. Millis, that book is the reason my First Officer is dead. It +is an intriguing piece of alien work, but it is something we have +wrongfully taken. I intend to return it myself and, if possible, +apologize." + Millis gaped and stared in shock. + Hackley left the briefing room, with Mark close behind. + + The golden silhouettes of Captain Hackley and Commander +Krawczyk became people, standing on the deck of the pirate ship, as +the transporter effect wore off. + The tricorder whistled and Krawczyk pointed. "The Captain's +Quarters is this way sir." + The two officers walked down the staircase. The carpet was +still there, and the sound of activity from the aft section +designated the location of the pirates. + Mark pulled out his phaser and opened the door. Hackley stood +forward, with the book in his hand. They both opened their mouths +and eyes wide. + Seated behind the desk, gloating, was a greenish-red humanoid, +with sickle shaped appendages, running behind him, coming from the +jaw. It was dressed in blue-green robes, lined in silver. +Perfectly round eyes were situated above a form of nose running +down to the upper lip, and flaps of skin ran from either side down +to the sickle-shaped appendages. + On the floor lay the pirate Captain Garr, killed by the King's +wrath. + Hearing footsteps, the alien looked up and, noticing the book, +smiled. + "Grfundelishikolistefel!" it exclaimed as it stood. + Mark activated the tricorder's universal translator. + "My book," it cooed, "You've decided to return it! How +absolutely marvelous." + Hackley stepped forward. "My name is Captain Benjamin Hackley +of the Starship Valiant. I am a representative of the United +Federation of Planets." + "Oh, details!" the creature yelled, "I've needed details, I +get sick of calling you spacemen all the time. It just gets so +boring." + Hackley looked at Mark, who looked back. + "Oh, please, come in. Make yourself at home. It's not every +day I get to speak to my characters in person." The storyteller +sat back in his chair. + "We are not characters in some fantasy," Hackley uttered, "We +are living sentient beings, who have no desire to be used as toys." + The creature looking offended. "Oh, oh my, I'm terribly +sorry. I thought you would enjoy beating mt pirates. It makes a +great story." + Hackley sighed. Mark recorded the trinkets all around the +room on the tricorder. + "You see," the alien continued, "originally, the pirates were +to have been defeated by my heroes, on the good ship Shordestak. +But before I introduced them, you appeared. The pirates you saw +were simply figures I use to help visualize my story. It makes it +much easier to detect errors." + "Anyway, you seemed like good opponents, and I thought you +might have been one of my friend's creations, so I wrote you in. +When your people boarded the ship, it allowed me to start the +conflict between the two parties." + "However, I wasn't expecting you to enter this room. It's my +private study, and you just happened to find the book here during +my lunch break." + Mark stifled a laugh, and Hackley placed the book on the desk. + "Without the book, I could only use my powers to write in it +for a short time. To further the plot conflict, I sent the pirates +after it. + "You're the King," Hackley concluded. + "Yes. I'd hoped hordes of pirates would be able to get the +book back. But, they were scared off by your technology. The +pirate captain had to retreat. It was the only thing that would +make sense in the story. Surely, they would not fight what they +considered such 'powerful magic.' It's funny, sending my own +character to retrieve the book he was written in. I was just going +to try and use the so-called 'King's powers' to make you give it +back when you arrived." + "We are not figments of your imagination!" Hackley yelled, +"You've killed my First Officer and a Security Guard, and wounded +six others." + "I had no idea you would react this way!" the storyteller +complained, "I thought you were someone else's creations." It +sighed, "It's too bad. I was getting close to the end. I was so +sure it would be another best-seller." + Hackley wasn't impressed. + The writer looked at his book and opened it to the last +written page. "I suppose I'll have to think of a way to eliminate +you. I still don't know how to finish it." + Mark had finished his recording and returned to the captain's +side. + "We shall leave you to your thinking," Hackley said, and +pushed his communicator-watch. He studied the alien storyteller +for a moment. "Transporter room, stand by." He leaned on the desk +and smiled. + The alien looked up. + "We have interfered with your story enough," Hackley said, +"but, since your characters are already involved in their writing," +he waved a hand at the pirate on the floor, "why don't they help +finish it?" + The storyteller blinked. "You mean, you'll stay and fight?" + "I mean I'll stay and return your book," Hackley said, "as an +offering of peace. How about: the pirates agree, and both ships +leave the area to return to their respective kingdoms with +treaties." + The writer nodded, then smiled. "That's good. Yes, there can +be peace instead of fighting, so I can make you allies. Maybe I'll +give you a return story." + Hackley closed his eyes. Mark looked worried. + The storyteller was scribbling in the book now. "Yes, this +can work. It will be a great ending. Everyone leaves peacefully." + The officers showed relief. + "There," the alien said, and smiled at Hackley, "You see? It +will be a best-seller." + Hackley smiled. Mark nodded. + + Captain's Log, Supplemental. + Starfleet is aware of the situation, and a trade agreement is +in the works. The storyteller has agreed to give Starfleet a +recurring role a mysterious, powerful race of merchants. The +Valiant is returning to Starbase 23, where I will receive a new +First Officer. + + In his quarters, Captain Hackley filed away the letter that +would inform the Peltens of their son's death. In doing so, he +filed away the presence of the exceptional first officer he had +known for six years. + Suddenly, Hackley turned and clenched his fists. He pushed +away a strange sense of relief and freedom he had felt during the +past half hour. + He imagined the sword sticking out of Ron's back, and he +considered his own mortality. He thought of the dangers he had +faced during his past. For 25 years he had commanded a starship +and escaped destruction at the hands of the unknown. He looked at +his future. He saw himself getting old, and counting his final +years of command. He saw his First Officer, running his ship, +making sure it was as efficient as possible...running it...for him. + He was afraid. + He was relieved. He was angry. He had complete control of +his ship, now. There was no help, no First Officer. He wanted +one, last year of command. He wanted to command the starship, all +by himself, before he became senile. + Had he wanted Ron Pelten out of the way? + Hackley cringed. + He walked to the other side of the room. + He thought of Jim Queen, Peter Ledolison, and four others +laying in sickbay. They had been wounded because....because Millis +had been right. Hackley had waited for the attack. He should've +taken action to prevent the pirates from boarding. + Should I have killed the pirates? he wondered. + He thought of the storyteller, happily writing his +best-seller. If he had destroyed the ship, he would've killed the +writer. He would be at war with a race of storytellers. His +officers would not be dead. He wouldn't have made the wrong +decision. His officers would die anyway, as casualties of war. +He had defeated his own argument, and was now thinking in circles. + Could I already be senile? he considered. + "No," he answered. He had made the right decision. There was +peace with the storytellers, his officers would live. + One of them didn't. + He would have to get another First Officer. + The relief and freedom left him. He didn't know what to feel. +What to think. + He needed to be calm and collected. + He laid down on his bed and relaxed. + The Valiant sailed on. + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betrayal b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betrayal new file mode 100644 index 00000000..76628196 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betrayal @@ -0,0 +1,276 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!usc!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!The-Star.honeywell.com!umn.edu!orstnews!orstcs!leela!jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU!petersm +From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen) +Subject: Betrayal - A Saavik Story +Message-ID: <1992Jul14.061443.5492@leela.cs.orst.edu> +Sender: usenet@leela.cs.orst.edu (Usenet programs owner) +Nntp-Posting-Host: jacobs.cs.orst.edu +Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University +Date: Tue, 14 Jul 92 06:14:43 GMT +Lines: 264 + + +With the release of ST VI on Video and the recurring discussions +re Saavik vs Valeris, I got to thinking. This short story is the +result of my musings. Enjoy! + +This story occurs just before the beginning of Star Trek VI. It +is sort of a prequel to The Undiscovered County. Part of it +takes place at the beginning of Star Trek IV, The Voyage Home. +It has no basis in fact. Just my own ideas of how Star Trek VI +should have been introduced and with the Saavik character back on +the Enterprise. + + + + BETRAYAL + +CHAPTER I + + + +The Romulan Ambassador, Nanclus, closed the door quietly and +looked carefully about before continuing down the hallway. +Better that no-one see him coming out of Lt. Saavik's office. No +one was around. Good. He couldn't help smiling to himself. His +mission was successful! He had Saavik's extremely grudging +cooperation but he had it! + +Her cooperation was necessary. They needed someone with skill, +knowledge of the participants and character above reproach for +the plan to proceed to a successful conclusion. It would work! +He was certain of that. There would certainly be commendations +forthcoming for his hand in this. And best of all there would be +no peace between Klingons and the Federation. That was to be +avoided at all costs. Peace would mean a unified front against +Romulan expansion and that was not to be tolerated! He almost +chuckled, then caught himself and once more assumed the haughty +demeanor of a Romulan Ambassador. + +Saavik sat at her desk. Her hands steepled in front of her. She +was in a state of meditation. Her face was calm but her hands +shook. What had she done? How could she do what she must? If +she revealed what Nanclus had told her, her son would die. +Nanclus had revealed that he would kill her son if she did not +agree to cooperate. Nanclus had her son! + +It had taken all her Vulcan learned self-control to not kill him +where he stood. "Nanclus! Romulan!" Leering in his cold- +blooded way as he told her the plans and the part she would have +to play to subvert the Federation's proposed Peace Conference +with the Klingons. The Peace Treaty that her mentor, Spock, had +arranged. "Romulan bastard!" she thought. All her old hatreds +rose up in her and memories she had thought were put to rest now +came back to torment her. She must cooperate or cause the death +of her son. What possible choice did she have? + +If she did as Nanclus wanted, others would die. Worst of all, +she would be involved with betraying those she most admired. She +did distrust Klingons for what they had done to David, but she +hated Romulans! She had never been able to forget her beginnings +and her own half-Romulan heritage. Now it was all coming back to +haunt her. How could she even consider working with them? + +But if she didn't, she would never see Savid alive. She slammed +her hand on the desk top. Damm! How did Nanclus find out about +Savid? She thought she had kept that secret well. Working in +the Diplomatic Service had given her the opportunity to learn +many tricks and she thought she had hidden her tracks well. But +Nanclus had discovered her secret somehow and was now using it +against her. What could she do? Perhaps there was a way. If +she could pretend to go along and somehow accomplish the +conspirators' goals without harm to Spock or Capt. Kirk, then +maybe, maybe things would work out. She had to protect her son's +life at all costs! There had to be a way! + +Calmer now, she rose and put a call through to Admiral +Cartwright. She would request transfer to The Enterprise as she +had been instructed to do. Perhaps he would turn her request +down. After all, it had been many years since she had served on +a starship. She might find a way out of this after all. + +The appointment made she turned her chair to the window and +looked out, but she wasn't seeing the view from the tower. She +was instead seeing a different landscape a long time ago. + + + + +CHAPTER II + + +Saavik and Amanda watched silently as the Bird of Prey, renamed +the HMS Bounty lifted off from the desert of Vulcan, stirring +great puffs of sand into the air. The space ship flew past the +canyons of the mountain range and disappeared from their sight. +Saavik felt comforted by Amanda's presence and felt Amanda's hand +rest on her shoulder. + +Saavik was having some difficulty maintaining her stoic Vulcan +facade. Amanda knew too much. Saavik wished she could have been +allowed to return to Earth with Spock, Admiral Kirk, and the +others. Together they had survived the machinations of the +Klingon, Kruge and their ordeal on the Genesis Planet. However, +she had her orders and she was to remain on Vulcan until +reassigned. + +When Spock had come down the steps of Mount Seleya and looked +into her eyes, she had not been able to meet his gaze. She was +not ashamed of what she had done. Her only intention had been to +save Spock's life for he had saved hers long ago. He did not +seem to remember what had taken place on Genesis, but she did. +However, it would not be correct for her to remind him and his +teachers had not asked her to explain. She had not seen him +alone since the refusion of his Katra and she would not dare to +intrude. + +She had a deeper secret she wanted to keep from Spock and one +that she would have to find an answer to, soon. Ever since Spock +had saved her from the non-life of Hellguard she had tried to be +as Vulcan as possible. She had studied hard and with Spock's +tutelage and support had finally gotten into the Academy and +eventually had the opportunity to serve with him on the +Enterprise. The old Spock knew her mixed heritage better than +anyone. It was he who had told her to follow her own path, not +an easy thing to do, and confusing as well. The reborn Spock +dwelled still in her mind and heart but she had no part in his +life anymore. + +A sigh escaped her and she quickly turned away from the closeness +of Amanda. She wouldn't let her know the truth. It wold be +unfitting. Deep down it hurt to keep this secret from Amanda who +had given her nothing but love and support through the years of +study. + +It seemed that from the very first day that Spock had brought her +to his parents' house, Amanda had welcomed her and accepted her +as part of the family. The only family she had ever known. She +couldn't, wouldn't, burden them with her problem. But what to +do? Where to go? She was barely acceptable to many Vulcans +since she was half Romulan and now she felt she would be even +less acceptable. + +She could have returned with Captain Kirk and the others but they +had their own destiny to follow and she had her orders. Besides, +it was very difficult to face Admiral Kirk. She felt it had been +her responsibility to protect his son David, a civilian, and she +had failed to do that. Spock had seen her potential years ago +and the least she could do was try to be the Starfleet Officer he +had thought she might be. + +As they walked back towards the temple, she thought back over the +difficult time after Spock's death fighting Kahn. She had felt +as lost as when on Hellguard. Spock was gone and she had no-one +else. She was alone. His words, "Follow your own path, +Saavikim" kept whirling in her mind. + +Then, there was David. She had been attracted to his father at +first, but there were too many years between them. And a Vulcan +doesn't commit lightly. David was lost in his own pain. He had +discovered a father he never knew he had and one that he was +having difficulty accepting. He had always disliked the military +type and his father was the epitome of that! Both young, both +wounded by their individual pain, they had been drawn together to +seek comfort. And comforting, it was. Spock had said she should +follow her own path. Well, she had done just that! Their +relationship had been new and glorious and had helped to ease her +loss. But it had been confusing as well. + +When David had the opportunity to return to the Genesis Planet to +conduct a scientific exploration it had seemed perfectly logical +for her to go with him. After all, he was a scientist and it was +partly his project. He could use her help and Starfleet agreed. +Admiral Kirk, Dr. Carol Marcus and the others had returned to +Earth to give their explanations of what had gone wrong. David +Marcus and she would explore Genesis together! They could +contine their relationship without his parents around to wonder. + +Then the discovery of Spock alive! And then the quickness of +David's death. It was no wonder she was disoriented. She had +behaved as she felt was logical under the circumstances, but +David was still dead. Killed by Kruge's orders and to save her +life! She wondered what he would have thought if he had known +the secret she carried. + +They finally reached Amanda's aircar. She slid into the passenger +side while Amanda got in the other. Before touching the controls +Amanda looked her way and with her soft spoken but knowing voice +said. "What is troubling you, Saavik? I know you too well to +believe you are missing your friends." Saavik started to protest +but realized very quickly how foolish that was as Amanda raised +her hand in that fashion that said, "I will accept nothing but +the truth." Saavik told her of the child she was carrying. And +about David. + + + + +CHAPTER III + + +It was a long time later. The house was quiet and night had +fallen on Vulcan. It was still hot but there was a cool breeze +coming in the open door to the courtyard. Saavik donned a robe +and went out into the night. She found Amanda's favorite bench +and sat down. She could smell the sweet fragrance of the roses +that Amanda so lovingly cultivated. Everything was quiet and +peaceful yet Saavik did not feel peaceful. She and Amanda had +talked about her situation for hours and a decision had been +reached. It was a logical one, even if it was Amanda's idea. + +Amanda had a sister on Earth and Saavik would be welcome to stay +with her until she had the child. It solved that problem. There +was never any doubt that she would keep the child. It was all +she would ever have of David. She realized that she wanted to do +this. She would take a leave of absence from Starfleet. It +would not be difficult. After all her first experience on a +starship had been a rather disastrous one and Starfleet would +certainly understand if she had lingering doubts about her choice +of career. After the child was born she would have other choices +to make. She would deal with them later. + +She had made Amanda promise never to tell Spock. Amanda had +argued with her about that for quite a while. But she had +finally agreed with Saavik. Spock's knowledge had returned and +he even acknowledged some of his past friendships but he did not +remember Saavik. No-one knew what had happened on Genesis except +she and David. Spock had no memory of Genesis and David was +gone. Saavik felt too much guilt and a sense of having failed +Spock's hopes for her to dare to be near him. What she didn't +reveal, he would never know. It was not what she wanted but she +could not face Spock. Her sense of failure at not being able to +protect David was too great. And she was sure that Spock would +never understand her relationship with David. + +So her future, at least for a time, was set. Not upon the path +she and Spock had invisioned, but a path nevertheless. Where +would it lead? + + + + +CHAPTER IV + + +Saavik turned from the window. The years had flown and she had +returned to Starfleet, not to space but to the Diplomatic +Service. Her son had been born and Amanda's sister had agreed to +raise him with her own 3 children. Saavik visited him when she +could but only the family knew Savid was hers. He looked very +much like David only with darker hair. She felt that David would +have been proud of him. Sometimes she thought about telling +Captain Kirk of his grandson, but her guilt about David's death +had become stronger as the years went by. + +Now she was about to betray those she cared about. She had +failed in protecting the father but she would not fail his son! +She went to the door and prepared herself for her meeting with +Admiral Cartwright. Maybe it would work out! She went out to +face her destiny. + + THE END + +Marg +aka Elvira + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betterth b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betterth new file mode 100644 index 00000000..92f5104d --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/betterth @@ -0,0 +1,1410 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 1 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 - G2K v1.01 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:40:58 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 66 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + + +Better the Devil you know. + +By P.D Hubbard. + + +Prologue: + +Anna O'Halloran stood beside the rail peering out over the sea. +It was a warm afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. Quite nice for +the time of year, she thought. Taking the holiday to get away +from it all was a stroke of genius. A few days in the southern +states, enjoying New Orleans. Then a tour of the gambling dens +of Cuba, winning a little, losing a lot. Now, finally, the last +leg of her trip. If she had told her friends that she was coming +home on a fifth rate tramp steamer, they would have called her +all the fools under the stars. However, getting away from it all +was the idea and staying clear of the usual tourist haunts, +seeing things that others would not see. A good idea all round. + +Some sort of commotion broke the spell. Looking up, Anna noticed +the observer in the crows nest shouting to the bridge, pointing +to something not visible from this side of the ship. 'Probably +a Whale' she mused to herself. The shouting got shriller. +Finally, Anna decided to go and have a look, after all, most of +the ships crew were over the other side of the ship looking. +Pushing her way to the front of the crowd, she finally got a look +at what was causing all the fuss. + +Up on the bridge, the crew could not believe their eyes. Some +sort of a tunnel had opened in thin air, directly in front of the +ship. Zig zagging had no effect, it was almost as if the ship +and the phenomenon were magnetically linked. The hole grew +bigger, looking more ominous by the minute. Lightning bolts +seemed to whirl about inside the opening. Someone ordered full +astern, the ships screws biting into the water, trying to claw +her away from the gaping hole, but to no avail. The water was +dead calm, where was the horizon? A call came up from the engine +room. The boilers were at bursting point, they were loosing the +fight. The ship started to slip towards the hole. + +Down on the deck, the crew started to drop. Anna's lungs ripped +at her throat, trying to claw the rapidly diminishing oxygen. +The air was being sucked into the hole with a whirling shriek. +With her last spark of consciousness, dark fingers blurring her +sight, she saw the front to the ship enter the hole. + +The SS Cotopaxi slowly slid into the hole. It almost looked like +she was entering a brick wall, section by section disappearing +from sight. Finally, as the rear mast entered, the hole closed +down upon itself. Nothing was left, just the blue sky and placid +sea. A week would pass, the ship would be posted as overdue, +then finally missing without trace. Nothing would be seen of her +again.....or so people thought. + + + + + + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!pipex!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 2 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:00 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 204 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + + +Better the Devil you know +By P.D Hubbard + +Part 1. + + +"First officers log, Stardate 48455.6. The Enterprise is +currently on a mapping expedition of the 'Hobbs' sector. Little +is known about this area with the exception that it consists of +a small cluster of suns, each with six planets apiece, a real +rarity. We are currently having technical difficulty with the +ships sensors at the moment due to a sporadic fault with several +sensor pallets. Engineering has promised me full sensor sweep +operation by the time we arrive at star system number six. +Someone in Stellar Cartography has one hell of a sense of humour. +The unofficial label for number six is 'Hades II', I will have +to have a word with them later. Meanwhile, all is well, and +that's how I want to keep it. End Log...." + + +"Will......" + +Riker turned and faced Troi. "You rang!!!!!!!", he smiled at +her. + +"Will" she said again in a quite tone. "Don't go too hard on the +Cartography department. They don't choose the designated names, +besides, a little bit of fun now and then would'nt go amiss". + +He sighed. "I know....., it's just that this mission is really +starting to get to me. Nothing happening, nothing amiss. +Everything is so efficient around here that I can't even find a +speck of dust anywhere". + +"And whose fault is that????", she replied, "I remember the last +inspection tour when you nearly took that young Ensign's head off +with that mouth of yours over a bit of fluff on his uniform. +Since then, everybody's been working overtime keeping the ship +clean and tidy". She paused a few seconds then continued. "Look +Will, relax.... nothing will happen if you want it to". + +"Is that you or you in your councillor capacity speaking?" + +"Its me, besides you know where my office is if you need it". + +Riker grimaced, weighed up the options, then decided to let it +go. + +"I Guess your right, as always......". He smiled again the +relaxed deeper into the con. + + +BLOOP!!!!! "LaForge to bridge...." + +"Bridge here Mr LaForge, go ahead". + +"Sensor pallets are now back online. It was just a small glitch +in the system, nothing to worry about......." + +"What was the cause of the fault Geordi?????" + +There was a embarrassed silence from the other end. + +"I'm waiting Mr LaForge" said Riker. + +"Well, ulp, the sensor fault was caused by.............." + +"Spit it out Geordi........" + +"...caused by a discarded sandwich in the multiplexer unit" he +replied wearily. "I guess that one of my staff left it here +whilst working a double shift on the last inspection. I'm sorry +Commander, it won't happen again". + +"I'm sure it won't Mr LaForge, especially since I will be +personally giving your engineering staff a lecture on cleanliness +at work. Riker out". + +The channel closed. Riker looked pleased with himself. Deanna +looked accusingly at him. + +"You really enjoyed doing that, didn't you....come on, don't lie +to me, I know you too well...." + +"Was it that noticeable?????". + +"So noticeable" she replied, "that I didn't need to sense it. +You really can be incorrigible at times". + +"That's why I'm first officer" he replied with a grin. + + +Data was looking puzzled. Something was not right with the +sensor reading from system six ahead. He doubted that the errant +sandwich would have a permeant effect, but something was +definitely amiss with the reading. He queried the readings with +his onboard data storage, could find no matching readings from +a past encounter, then decided that the best thing was to inform +the senior officer on duty. He swirled in his chair and faced +Riker. + +"Sir, sensors are reporting a anomaly from system six up ahead. +However, I do not trust the sensors at the moment because of the +cleared fault". + +"What sort of sensor readings Data???" + +"According to readings, there are large amount of ferrous metal +in orbit around planet number six. Sensors read the metal as +mostly plain Iron to Steel and Steel laminates with a few modern +alloys sprinkled in. The presence of plain Iron is why I feel +that the sensors are still inaccurate". + +" I agree, Iron is hardly likely to be used for space vessels. +Continue on this course towards system six. We will find out +then". + +"Aye Sir" + + + ____________ + + +Tree's whizzed past at a alarming rate, the wind whistling past +his ears. There was no doubt about it, Picard was having the +time of his life. His horse, Bessie, was showing no signs of +flagging. Several branches shot by ominously close, almost +taking is hat off. Then suddenly, the trees cleared and Picard +found himself on a open plain with a glorious vista. He turned +the horse in a tight circle and drew up. + +"Whoooaaaa, easy old girl". The horse obliged him. + +Another rider shot out from the same clump of trees and headed +towards Picard. As the horse got closer, Picard could make out +the features of Beverley Crusher, her long red hair billowing in +the slipstream. She closed then drew up alongside him. + +"One of these days" she said, "your going to loose your head +going through that thicket like that. It was murder for me to +try and keep up with you. I can fix most wounds but loosing +your head is not one of them". + +"The Holodeck program would not allow that, and you know it..." +replied Picard. + +"Yes, true, but one day you will be riding for real and there +will be no computer watching over you to make sure you keep your +head down. Just think of me as a Cassandra reminding you of your +mortality. Besides, my back is killing me, I think this horse +has a flat!!!!". + +"Why didn't you ride side saddle and take the bridle path?" + +"Side saddle my dear captain, is for cissies" she replied, +"besides, I like a good ride in the country any day.....Race you +back to the stables?". + +"Yes, why not.." and with that he leaned over and slapped the +horse hard on the hind quarters. The horse took great exception +to this and shot off at a rate of knots. + +"JEAN LUC.... I'll kill you...!!!!" screamed Beverley as she +shot off, hanging on for dear life. + +Picard's chuckling was cut short by his communicator badge +cheeping. "Bridge to Captain Picard". + +He slapped it. "Picard here, what's the problem number one??" + +"Sorry to disturb you Sir, but sensors have picked up a large +amount of ferrous metals in orbit around planet six. We are +fifteen minutes from entering the system. Are you coming up to +the bridge to have a look?" + +"I'll be up shortly number one. I just have to put Bessie back +into her stable". + +"Good ride Sir?" + +"Very good ride Will, and the good doctor enjoyed herself as +well, with the exception of a stiff back". + +The silent sound of a eyebrow on Rikers face, raising itself was +all too evident over the comm line. + +"Very good Sir, Riker out". + +Picard paused for a few moments, looking at the view one last +time. Then, taking up the reins, he cantered the horse back to +the stables. + + +End of part 1 + + + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 3 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:01 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 244 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + +Better the Devil you know. +by P.D Hubbard. + +Part 2 + + + +The Enterprise slowly entered the vicinity of system six and +approached planet number six, dubbed Hades II. The sensors were +still giving the strange metal readings and the addition of +amounts of free oxygen and nitrogen in the vicinity of the metal. +Finally, the Enterprise eased her bulk into orbit around Hades +II and slowly approached the anomalous sensor co-ordinates. + +"Coming up on target Sir" said Riker, "Sensors show there is +something there but I'm not too sure". + +"On screen" replied Picard. + +The screen illuminated. At the centre of the screen, a jumble +of long objects was visible, lumpy, irregular. + +Picard turned to Data. "Mr Data, are sensors still giving the +same readings?". + +"Yes Sir, all sensor readings have been consistent up to this +point". + +"I'm not at all surprised, looking at those objects out there, +take us closer". + +The Enterprise slowly approached the first object, the outline +becoming discernable as the distance decreased. The object +slowly resolved itself into a old wooden sailing ship, adrift in +space, sails unfurled. The bridge crew were dumbfounded. + +Riker turned to science 1. "Can you get a laser reader on that +target, illuminate the name...". + +A few seconds passed. + +"Ship name is the 'Atalanta', frigate......Sir, I have another +one,...all metal construction.....laser reader gives name as 'USS +Cyclops', some sort of cargo ship". + +Another voice came in from science 2. "Sir, your not going to +believe this but I have two aircraft. Both appear to be old 20th +century 'Tudor 4s'....". + +"Are you sure" replied Picard. + +"Sure as sure can be. I study these old aircraft as a hobby, +that's a pair of 'Tudor 4s' over there, no doubt about it". + +Science 1 called in. "More Sir, Ion skimmer 'Sea Queen', +freighter 'Milton Iatrides', Yacht 'Revonoc', freighter 'Marine +Sulphur Queen', freighter 'Cotopaxi', Sir, the list goes on and +on. There must be hundreds of ships and planes here". + +Riker turned to Picard. "What in hell's name are they all doing +here?". + +"Unknown number one. Keep scanning the names of all objects. +Mr Worf, dispatch a subspace message to Starfleet Command, attach +sensor reading to the message packet. Mr Data, your talents are +required. Go through all available computer records and try to +find out where all these ships and planes came from". + +"Aye Sir". + +"Number One, senior officers meeting at .8. I expect some +answers then. Anything comes up, I'll be in my ready room". + +"yes Sir" acknowledged Riker. Picard strode off the bridge. + + + ____________ + + + +The senior staff meeting resembled something of a riot. +Conjectures and counter-conjectures were being bandied about. +Only Data sat back from the others and reserved his thoughts +until the meeting started. He was amazed at how quickly humans +would jump to conclusions, often wrong ones at that. He would +have to write a small subroutine to investigate this phenomenon +further. + +The door opened and Picard entered, looked around, then took his +place at the head of the table. + +"Mr Data" he started. "have you been able to trace the origins +of the ships and planes currently in orbit around us?". + +"Most of them Sir" replied Data. "Many of the names are quite +historically notable. The 'USS Cyclops' for instance. Her +disappearance made the then United States Of America examine +their methods of obtaining Magnesium for their fledgling weapons +program. The 'Kaiyo Maru 5', disappeared whilst investigating +similar disappearances off the coast of Japan. The 'Sea Queen', +a twin Ion skimmer. That vessel disappeared only four years ago. +All of these ships and planes have one thing in common. They all +disappeared whilst travelling in areas like the Devil Sea and +more interestingly, the Bermuda Triangle". + +"The Bermuda Triangle!!!!!!". + +"Yes Sir. a triangular area, each corner defined by the islands +of Purto Rico, Bermuda and Flo...." + +"Yes Data" cut in Picard. "The salient points if you please". + +"Little is known about the area with the exception that since the +time of Columbus, ships and latterly, aircraft, have been +disappearing in the confines of this area. No survivors or large +items of wreckage have been found. Testimonies from people who +have been lucky enough to survive have been remarkably similar, +a green fog, no discernable horizon, all navigational aids +becoming defective. These are the hallmarks of the area". + +"When was the last documented disappearance?" said Riker. + +"Last year Sir, the Atlantis survey ship 'Le Enfant' disappeared +whilst conducting magma surveys for the new continent project. +Last reported message was 'Sky clear, weather perfect'". + + + + _____________ + + + +Ensign Cortez was stumped. She had been working over the control +console in Auxiliary engineering for the last fifteen minutes, +trying to trace a power drain in the system. She had worked her +way from the core to a small service conduit where the +fluctuations were emanating. + +A stray smell of sulphur wafted across her nose. + +"That's odd.." she thought. Using her sense of smell, she traced +the faint odour to a storage room. She paused for a few seconds, +mentally tossing a coin weather to call her superior, then +decided against it. If whatever was causing the smell was +dangerous, half the alarms over the ship would go off. + +The door slid open and she strode into the store room. + +A red glow emanated from the far wall. Cautiously, she moved +towards it, tricoder in her hand, scanning. Nothing was +registering. + +Green slime slowly slid down a wall panel. Suddenly scared, she +turned and bolted for the door which slammed shut just as she +reached it. The room suddenly became unbearably hot as a +perverse, heavy breathing suddenly became audible. Slowly, she +turned, to face it's source. A strange shape stood silhouetted +in the dim light. + +'My child', it hissed. 'I have come for your soul!!!!!!' + +The muffled screams of Ensign Cortez were drowned out by the +engine core. + + + + ____________ + + + +In the conference room, Riker was going over a sticking point +with Data when Troi's eyes suddenly went wide. + +"D....down in.....engineering..Ensign Cortez......", she blurted +then promptly passed out. + +"SECURITY TO ENGINEERING!!!!!" shouted Picard, then bolted out +of the conference room, rapidly followed by Riker and Worf. + +A few minutes later, they arrived at the storage room, only to +find two security men already there. + +"We tried the door already..." said one security man, " but it +seems to be jammed....." + +"Worf.." said Picard pointing at the door. + +Worf sauntered over and grasped the door seals. His muscles +ripped and he grunted as the door was slowly forced open. The +door parted a inch and a jet of sulphur smelling steam escaped +into the corridor. Straining, he slammed the door hard against +it's stops, pulled out his phaser and then cautiously went +inside. Picard waited. + +"SIR!!" he called. "It is unwise to come in....." + +Picard pushed past the security guard and went inside. Nothing +appeared to be out of place. The he turned and spotted the body +of the young Ensign sprawled on the floor. A security man stuck +his head in, spotted the body, made gagging motions, turned and +promptly threw up on the deck outside. + +There was little left of Ensign Cortez's uniform. It had been +stripped from her back as her skin had been flailed from her +torso, a large pool of blood slowly crept towards the wall. +Green slime covered the body in patches and her face at the point +of death was twisted in a grimace of agony. + +Death was no stranger to the senior officers present. The scene +however left a nasty taste in the mouth and Riker was feeling a +little queasy. Another security man attempted to cover the body +with a sheet which promptly started to soak up the blood. + +"Worf" whispered Picard, his face ashen. "Get a forensic team +up here immediately. I want to know who done this. When +forensic has finished, release the body to medical for a post +mortem. I want to know what she died of, and finally, when the +body has been removed, I want this place scrubbed out, floor to +ceiling. Remove the table and chair and have them disintegrated. +I expect a full report as soon as possible". He turned and +walked out. + +"Aye Sir" said Worf, then turned and looked at the body, suddenly +realising for the first time that his neat little world had +developed a flaw. + + + + + +End of part 2. + + + + + + + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 4 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:02 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 267 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + +Better the devil you know. +by P.D Hubbard. + +Part 3. + + +Beverley Crusher hated doing post mortems, especially when it was +someone you knew. On a ship of over a thousand, it was difficult +not to. Ensign Sandra Cortez was no exception. She had been a +enthusiastic member of the drama group and was well respected by +everyone who knew her personally. A terrible waste. + +The body of Ensign Cortez was laid out on a gurney, ready for +examination. Doctor Cody stood by, ready to assist Crusher with +the biopsies. With a sense of forbidding, she peeled back the +sheet. + +"Computer. Start recording. Time 20:42 hours. Post mortem of +Ensign Sandra Cortez, Engineering staff". She paused for a +second, suddenly feeling nauseous. After a few more seconds, she +continued. "Exterior of body in a badly lacerated condition. +Little or no skin left on both sides of the torso with congealed +blood pockets covering the affected area. A sample of the slime +covering the body has been dispatched to the labs for analysis. +A large gash is visible, extending from the base of the neck to +the pubic region. Weather this is the cause of death is at this +point debatable. Starting to examine wound close up". + +Crusher took a scraper and slowly cleared the dried blood from +the wound. A foul smell started to waft up from the body making +her wince in disgust. Suddenly she stopped, gently parted the +skin and looked into the uncovered cavity. + +"Oh my God.........her heart has been removed". + + She pottered around for a few minutes more, examining the area. +Finally, she started to stitch up the gash and called in a +orderly to remove the body to stasis. Then, after finalising her +report and sending the samples to the laboratory, she scrubbed +up and vomited in the sink. + + + + ____________ + + + +"Your report Doctor?" started Picard. + +Stopping first to look around the room, Beverley Crusher grasped +her PADD and started to read the report. The effect on the +officers present was not kind. Troi immediately started to look +sick and Geordi shuffled nervously in his seat. A killer on +board was the last thing to be expected. + +Riker cut in. "Doctor, are you telling us that someone flogged +the skin off Ensign Cortez, then gutted her and left her to +die?". + +"That is essentially it. It is doubtful that Cortez felt this +happening. She was, to all intent and purposes, dead by the time +the flogging had finished". + +"Thank god for small miracles.." whispered Geordi. + +Beverley continued. "A large amount of, for want of a better +word, green slime, was removed from the body and sent for +analysis, results are not available at this time. That's all". + +Picard collected his thoughts then addressed Worf. "Mr Worf, +have security come up with anything???". + +"Very little Sir. There are no traces of anybody being in the +room with Ensign Cortez. The computer records indicate that a +period of three minutes elapsed between Ensign Cortez entering +the room and the arrival of security, no one went in or out +between those times. Due to the short timescale it is highly +unlikely that a murderer had time to remove any clues, yet we +cannot find any. No hair, fingerprints, nothing. A tricorder +was found in a battered state in the room and has been sent to +engineering to see if any clues are obtainable on it. However, +I am very doubtful of this". + +"Geordi?" + +"My staff have been testing the tricorder to see if anything was +recorded on it. All we retrieved is a sound recording of Ensign +Cortez's screams, that really upset my staff. However, a +radiation trace was found on the exterior of the tricorders case +and is currently being analyzed". + +"Will?" + +"At this point, whoever done it was either clever or not human. +I can't believe that anybody on this ship would do something like +this. It gives me the shudders just thinking about it". + +BLOOP: "Bridge to Captain Picard", + +"Picard here" + +"Ships sensors have detected a small city on the planets surface. +It appears to have no life forms present. However, traces of a +power source are registering on the sensors". + +"Acknowledged, out.." replied Picard. "Will, form an away team +and get down there. It may be that the clues we are looking for +are in the wrong place. Dismissed". + +Riker stood up. "Worf, Geordi, Data, with me. Lets go". + + + + ____________ + + + + +Troi strolled down the corridor to her quarters. It was late in +the day and she had a backlog of reports to clear along with a +condolence message to Ensign Cortez's family. The away team had +beamed down and there was little to do until they returned. + +She cocked her head to one side. A strange whispering chant +seemed to emanate from somewhere. Troi took a few more paces and +stopped to listen again. The sound had stopped. She paused a +few more seconds, then shook her head. 'It really is too late +in the evening' she thought as she continued down the corridor. +Reaching the end she turned the corner and stopped dead. + +The lighting appeared to have failed along this stretch of +corridor. Turning, Deanna tried using the comm panel to inform +engineering of the problem. The panel was dead. She paused for +a few seconds more, then carried on down the corridor. + + + + ____________ + + + +Picard was sitting in his ready room. He had'nt eaten in over +20 hours and food was the order of the moment. Picking up his +current piece of reading material, he flipped along the pages to +the point he left off whilst munching on lettuce sandwiches. + +A whispering noise started up, coming from every direction. + +Picard turned in his chair and stopped dead. A strange glow was +starting to form at the far end of the room. After a few +seconds, it resolved itself into the figure of a old man, clearly +in agony, pointing at Picard. + +"Oh my.....Father.........." + +"Jean Luc" hissed the voice. "Leave this place, go......, save +yourself and your crew before they suffer my fate, my +agony.....". + +"Father, you know I cannot do that......" + +"GO.......Go while you can. The devil himself has promised to +drink your blood at his banquet. Save yourself my son. Already, +it is too late for the Betazoid........". + +"What do you mean?.....Oh my God...Troi". + +A blast of air cowered Picard into submission, blowing away the +figure of Picard's father. Picking himself up off of the floor, +he raced out of the door, grabbing a phaser as he went. + + + + ____________ + + + +Troi walked to the end of the corridor. A smell of sulphur +suddenly sprung up from nowhere, the chanting got louder. A +green slime started dripping down the walls onto the floor. + +Ensign Cortez stood at the end of the corridor. + +"Sandra...." exclaimed Troi. "Your dead!!!!!!!" + +The form of Ensign Cortez slowly glided towards Troi who was +rooted in fear on the spot. + +"I have come for your soul, Deanna..." cooed the wraith. + +Finding her voice, she addressed the figure. "You can't have my +soul. You don't exist .There is no such thing as ghosts". + +At this, the form changed into a demon, it's pointed tail +whipping behind its back and it's voice altering to a low +thunder. + +"Maybe you would like to feel the lash of my tail...." it +growled, then screamed a horrible demonic scream. "I want your +soul for my collection. Come Deanna, you know this is what you +want. I can feel your heart yearning for it's release into a +eternity of suffering and torture". + +The demon reached out to her, it's clawed hand glistening in the +half light. + +"Noooooooooo" she screamed. + +Suddenly, a phaser burst hit the demon. It staggered back and +shot obscenities at the newly arrived Picard, then slowly advance +again. + +Picard upped the phaser to kill and fired. the shaft of light +hit the demon and threw it back against the bulkhead. It lay +there, stunned for a few moments, then picked itself up off the +floor and advanced again on Picard. A wind picked up and +billowed around Picard and Troi. + +"You fool Picard. You think you can hurt me, the devil himself. +Hurting me does nothing, it only tortures the souls I have +collected. Already I have plans for your father. His soul will +burn a thousand agonies..." + +"The dead are gone and buried.." cried Picard. "The living are +more important", and with that he opened fire again on the demon, +holding the trigger down. The demon flew back in a hail of fire +and vanished, the lighting returning to normal. + +Troi staggered to her feet and looked in the direction that the +demon had disappeared. "Where is he?" she asked. + +"It appears" replied Picard, " that our demon is, to quote +Dickens, more gravy than of grave. Come on, we've got to get to +the bridge and warn the away team". + + + + + ____________ + + + + +The Turbolift doors parted allowing Picard and Troi onto the +bridge. Going to the communications panel, Picard tried to call +the away team. No response was forthcoming. + +"Sensor sweep. Where is the away team?" called Picard. + +"The away team is still registering on the sensor's Sir but +someone or something is blocking our communications planetside. +we have no way to contact them". + +He turned to Troi. "It appears that someone is desperate for us +not to give the game away". + + + + + +End of part 3. + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 5 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:03 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 293 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + +Better the Devil you know. +by P.D Hubbard. + + +Part 4. + + +Things had been going badly for the away team on the planet. A +bad transporter fix had beamed them into the middle of a fountain +which had quite clearly not registered on the transporter sensor +system. Even more worrying was the loss of communications which +had happened almost immediately after they had beamed down. +Climbing out of the water, they scanned the area whilst drying +off. Worf was not pleased. He had spent several hours the day +before with Mr Hohm fussing over his hair, getting it just right. +A return trip to the barbers did not appeal to him one bit. + +Geordi and Riker were just plain wet. The only one not affected +by the water was Data. His synthetic skin was waterproof and he +often conducted swimming lessons for the Enterprises Pre- +schoolers, both parties getting something out of it. The +children for having a 'local hero' keeping a eye on them and Data +getting more information on life in general. + +Geordi looked up from his tricorder. "Over there commander. The +power readings are being emitted from that domed structure. No +life forms present". + +"Ok, we'll proceed towards the source. Everybody be careful, I +don't want to loose anybody". + +They observed the local architecture as they walked over. Much +of it was strange, as if different cultures had bolted on their +own buildings to the existing structures. Many large concrete +rimmed pits were scattered over the courtyard area. Peering down +each of the holes, the scattered remains of many people was +evident. + +"It looks like some mass slaughter house..." growled Worf. + +"Yeah" replied Riker, " but we can't help them now". + +They continued staggering over the uneven ground, finally +arriving at a portal set in a stainless tristeel wall. Data +scanned the entrance, finding no boobytraps or security sensors +of any kind, he stepped inside the doorway. A steel shutter shot +down, cutting Data off from the others. + +"Data!!!!!!.....Mr Worf, cut that door down". + +"Yes Sir". The phaser made light work of the metal surface. +Finally, after several seconds, the metal sheet fell in with a +great crash. Of Data, there was no sign. + +"I don't understand" exclaimed Worf. "There are no other exits +from that room yet Data has gone". +"Wait a minute....., my visor is picking something up" said +LaForge. He looked at several metal surfaces for a few seconds +then continued. "There is another door in the wall, directly +opposite this entrance. Some sort of power emanations are +escaping around the hairline gaps, I would have missed it +altogether without that source". + +Riker came do a decision. "Worf, get cutting". + +"Aye Sir" + +Worf started to cut into the metal for a few seconds, then +stopped. "The metal is much more compacted than usual. It will +take time to cut through.." he said, then continued. + +Geordi and Riker sat down, a long wait ahead of them. + + + + ____________ + + + + +Up on the Enterprise, all was not a bed of roses either. +Communications was still down with the away team. Another +worrying prospect was that their message to Starfleet command had +been bounced back at them a few hours later. They were totally +cut off from the outside world. Finally, Picard knew what to +do. He turned to a young ensign. + +"Mr DeJano. Prepare a class nine probe and load it with copies +of all log entries and sensor reading since we first arrived +here. Dispatch it to the nearest Starbase to here". + +A few seconds passed. + +"Probe ready to launch Sir". + +"Make it so". + +"Probe on it's way Sir" reported the Ensign. + +Several things happened at once. The deflector grid flipped on +almost immediately and a energy beam lashed out from the planet, +hitting the probe and blowing it into a million pieces. Caught +in the blast, the Enterprise shook violently. + +Steadying her self, Troi turned to the captain. "It appears" she +said, "that someone does not want anyone to know we are here". + +"That much is evident councillor. Scan for the source of that +energy beam". + +The comm panel sounded. "Crusher to Picard". + +"Picard here Doctor. Any results?". + +"The analysis results have come back from the laboratory on the +green slime. Much of it's composition is unknown but it contains +a strong hallucinational agent which affects the reasoning and +reality processing areas of the brain". + +"How strong Doctor?". + +"So strong that when we tested a sample on a volunteer. we had +to restrain him on the examining table to stop him hitting the +ceiling. He claimed that several dead relatives and the Devil +himself was after him. This is potent stuff captain". + +"Good work Doctor". + +"One other thing captain. We took samples around the area that +Troi was attacked and found several signs of transporter +activity. It looks like the slime is transported in from +somewhere". + +"It appears that our Devil not so supernatural after all. Keep +me apprised Doctor. Picard out". + +He turned to Troi. "It appears that we are dealing with a not +so formidable adversary after all". + + + + ____________ + + + + +"Nearly through Sir" called Wolf. A few more seconds passed. +The inner sheet of metal started to hinge inwards, then fell with +a great crash to reveal a long, badly lit corridor. + +"Good" exclaimed Riker. "I'll lead..." + +Wolf disagreed. "Sir, as senior officer here I, as security +offer should lead". + +"Not this time Wolf, lets go". + +Proceeding cautiously down the tunnel, Riker could not help +feeling apprehensive. A few hundred yards along, the shape of +a figure approaching them was starting to become visible. + +"Phaser's on stun" barked Riker. + +The figure got closer and closer, finally revealing itself as +data. + +"Data, is that you?" called Geordi. + +"yes. The machinery used to snatch me discovered that I was not +human and let me go. I managed to find my way back here. Sir, +I have made a startling discovery". + +"Which is" replied Riker. + +"It would be better if you followed me. It is easier to look +than to explain". + +After traversing several more corridors, they finally emerged +into a large open chamber. At the centre of the room stood a +large glass column, filled with a clear solution. Floating +inside was a strange looking humanoid, tethered to the glass +sides by electronic equipment and cords. Behind him stood small +glass jars, similarly wired, but with Brains inside them. + +Riker slowly circled the tank, looking first at the equipment, +then at the occupant inside the tank. Parts of it were heavily +stitched at major limb junctions and one leg was clearly feminine +in appearance. + +Geordi stood scanning the tube, a frown of puzzlement was +noticeable across his face. + +"Commander" he called. "This is weird. The occupant of the tank +appears to be made up of pieces of different people, of different +sexes and colours. It is alive, but barely". + +A dull humming noise shot across the room and the tube in the +centre of the room illuminated followed by a voice. + +"HUMANS.......Welcome.............." + +"Who are you???" said Riker, addressing the entity inside the +tube. + +"My name is not important. I am the last of the Hobs. I have +been waiting here for a eternity, waiting for your arrival". + +"Our arrival?" + +"YES" the voice boomed. "Your arrival. At last, transport for +me away from this place, and so many FRESH bodies to choose +from". + +"Bodies to choose from??? Us???". Realisation started to dawn +in Rikers head. "What about the people you have snatched from +our planet". + +"To survive for all these years, these eons, I have had to take +humans for your planet for spare parts to extend my existence. +Thousand's of years ago, we came to your planet, openly to your +people, our intentions plain. You banished us, spun our names +into your folklore as a warning to others. Beware the Hob, the +imp, the destructor. Is it any wonder we resorted to subterfuge +to survive? That is now in the past, the time is the present. +With your ship, and it's spare part store, I can proceed to +rejuvenate my race". + +"The brains in the tubes behind??" enquired Data. + +"Yes" continued the voice. "We will again be mighty. You will +be the first. The process is painless, the lobotomy will not +take long". + +"And what about our lives" said Geordi. "We have a right to +existence ourselves". + +"RIGHT TO EXISTENCE!!!!! Hahahaha, your puny existence would +not be missed by your passing. You are nothing, food for the +strong. We will win, we will prevail". + +Several mechanical machines emerged from the wall and started +towards the away team. + +Wolf addressed the entity. "Your race is past. You have no +place in the modern universe". + +"You are wrong Klingon. Your race was one of those under +selection. A pity it had to come to this but never mind. Give +yourselves up freely Humans, you have no other choice!!!". + +"Over my dead body..." said Riker and took aim with his phaser +at the control gear surrounding the tube. He opened fire. + +"NOOOOOOOOOO" screamed the entity as his life supporting systems +were fused beyond repair. Geordi lashed out with his phaser +whilst Data and Wolf covered the rear. + +A stray phaser blast cannoned into the glass tubes containing the +last of the Hobs, scattering pieces of brains across the floor. +The entity gurgled as his life sustaining processes shut down one +by one. + +"I HAVE FAILED" it screamed into the thin air, "BUT NOT BEFORE +I TAKE YOUR PRECIOUS SHIP WITH ME.............". + +"Everybody out" cried Riker as several sections of ceiling, +caught in a sudden blast from the life support equipment started +to fall. + +A section of girder fell down, narrowly missing Wolf. They +careered down the dark tunnels, the crashes of destruction +snapping at their heels, Finally, they emerged from the +building, a large dust cloud following them, to a sullen sky, the +wind whipping around them. + +"What did it mean commander?" yelled Geordi over the sound of the +rising wind. + +"I don't know,....but the Enterprise is in trouble". + + + +End of part 4. + + + + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 6 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:05 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 198 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + +Better the Devil you know. +by P.D Hubbard + +Part 5. + + +"Sir, communications are working again. The away team is calling +us". + +"On speakers" replied Picard. + + "Riker to Enterprise". + +"Enterprise here. Go ahead commander". + +"We've had a encounter with a strange being down here who was +responsible for the disappearances on Earth. He tried to use us +for his own ends but we managed to put him off permanently. +However, he was most insistent that he would 'exact his revenge' +on the Enterprise". + +"Captain" said Troi, "I am sensing something from the planet..". + +Suddenly, the deflector grid snapped on. The officer on tactical +cut in. "Captain, the ship nearest to us, it's moving!!!!!" + +A small ship, the 'Southern Cities' slowly started to turn on +it's axis, it's bows coming around towards the Enterprise. The +turn slowly ground to a halt and then the impossible happened. +The ship started to move towards the Enterprise. A second ship +started to turn and move. It was almost as if the Enterprise had +suddenly become magnetic. + +"Sir!" called tactical, "I have five ships of various sizes all +on a collision course with us....". + +"Red alert, shields up. will, we're under attack up here" said +Picard, "We'll have to get back to you.......". + +"RED ALERT : RED ALERT : THIS IS NOT A DRILL " the computer +voice intoned. + +Tactical called in. "Sir, the first ship is rapidly closing...". + +"Arm phasers and fire at will". + +A phaser shot lashed out at hit the old ship. Her bows crumpled +inwards but she still kept coming at the Enterprise. The +distance slowly closed. Another shot hit the ship, folding the +plates down one side. Finally, a third shot hit home and the old +wreck folded up. + +A second wreck crept up whilst the Enterprise was dealing with +the first and squarely hit the Enterprise amidships. The shields +mopped up the impact and the old ship exploded into a million +bits. Shields are primarily designed as protection against +energy weapons whilst deflectors only work best on distant +objects. There was no way they could protect against a large +metal structure which, like a old ram on a Roman galley, shot +right through the hull and embedded itself in the side of +engineering tearing out several decks and exposing the warp core +to space. + +"Engineering to Bridge" + +"Bridge here. Go ahead". + +"Sir, decks 26, 27 and 28 are exposed to vacuum. Portside power +coupling is down and we have a leak in the PDT tank. Going to +secondary backup systems". + +A large explosion rocked the Enterprise from stem to stern, +rolling her around. + +"Engineering again. Secondary systems have failed. We've lost +primary warp capability and the core is overloading. Power is +marginal. Shutting down core....". + +"Do what you can, bridge out". + +Tactical cut in. "Sir, portside phaser couplings are down. I +have a phaser coolant leak on decks 5 and 6". + +"It never rains but it pours," said Picard, "...evacuate those +decks and flush to vacuum.....". + +The viewscreen blinked into life to reveal the image of a being +within a glass tube. + +"Captain Picard" the voice hissed but the lips did not move. +"You see me so foully murdered by your hand. I will exact my +revenge apon you and your ship". The screen blinked off. + +"Sensors have detected a tractor beam emanating from the planet +surface, roughly 400 yards from commander Riker's position". + +"Is it trying to lock on us?". + +"No Sir, it's not interested in us. It is being used to move +those old wrecks out there.......". + +"Open a comm channel to the away team". + +"Open Sir". + +"Picard to Riker". + +"Riker here Sir, what's going on up there?". + +"All hell has broken loose up here. Listen, get the hell out of +there, as quick as you can. Clear the city because a lot of fire +power is on it's way down to you". + +"Acknowledged Sir. don't worry about us, just hit the target". + +"You have two minutes Will, we are waiting for Phaser recharge +up here". + +"Things that bad Sir?". + +"That bad, move it Commander. Enterprise out. Engineering, can +you spare power for tractor beams?". + +"No way Sir, you can have either have phaser recharge or tractor +beams. Not both. We're just picking up the pieces down here". + +"Understood. Bridge Out. Tactical, time to impact?". + +"One minute, thirty seconds. Time to recharge, One minute forty +two". + +The seconds passed. The wreck got closer and closer being pushed +by the tractor beam. Then, a miracle. + +"Sir," called tactical, "We have Photon Torpedoes back on line". + +"Take aim at that wreck at fire. All tubes". + +Six photon torpedoes shot away from the Enterprise and screamed +through the vacuum towards the wreck. They hit with a blinding +flash, instantly vaporising the old ship. + +"Phasers charged and ready to fire Sir....". + +Picard wasted no time. "Lock phasers on target and fire....". + +A continuous phased energy beam raced towards the planet's +surface, cutting through the atmosphere like a knife through +butter, hitting the structure from where the tractor beam +emanated. The outer structure slowly began to soften and then +flow as the metal melted into molten rivers. Then, inside, a +critical piece of equipment failed and the structure blew up, +taking a sizable chunk of the surrounding land with it. + +From their vantage point, the away team surveyed the devastation. + +"Riker to Enterprise". + +"Enterprise here" came the crisp, relieved tones of Picard. + +"Nice shooting Sir. That should have put the Hobs out of +business for good". + +"I hope so number one. I hope so". + +"Four ready for beam up". + +"Ummmmmm" replied Picard. "There's a problem there. Due to a +lack of power, the transporters are off line at the moment. We +will be dispatching a shuttle to your position for pick up". + +"Oh Joy. Riker out". He turned to the others. "Well gentlemen, +we have a long wait ahead of us. What shall we do to pass the +time????". + +Data looked thoughtful. "I spy with my little eye, something +beginning with W ?". + +"Wrecked city" replied Geordi. "My go"..... + + + +End of part 5 + + + + + + + + + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: paul.hubbard@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!qmw!demon!shbbs!paul.hubbard +Subject: Better The Devil You Know 7 +X-Mail-Agent: GIGO unreg at shbbs vsn 0.99 pl1 +Organization: Silicon Heaven BBS (2200-0630 UTC) (44-1626-834331) V32B +Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 23:41:06 +0000 +Message-ID: +Sender: usenet@demon.co.uk +Lines: 61 + +From: phubb@shbbs.demon.co.uk (Paul Hubbard) + +Better the Devil you know. +by P.D Hubbard. + +Epilogue. + + +The Enterprise was currently on route for Starbase 312 for urgent +repairs. The damage was severe but nothing that a spacedock +couldn't cure. Most of the last day had been spent on the planet +cataloguing the Human remains found in the pits. And it was a +heartbreaking job for the teams involved. The finding of the +remains of a little girl, cuddling a small dog brought tears to +the eyes of the women of the Enterprise. + +Fourteen crew, including Ensign Cortez, had been lost on this +mission alone. Fourteen people who would never be going back to +their loved ones. For Picard, this was the worst part about +being the commanding officer. For days afterwards, he had spent +his time in the holodeck, riding Bessie, trying to put the horror +out of his mind. + +Picard was spending the morning with his horse, getting some +exercise when the entrance to the holodeck split the tree's apart +and Beverley Crusher walked in. She spotted him and walked over. + +"Still trying to bury the thoughts?" she started. + +"This has got to have been one of the worst missions I have ever +commanded. All those lives lost because of my actions, or +inactions". + +"But life goes on Jean Luc. Remember, if it was'nt you in +command, on this mission, it would have been some other unlucky +soul who may not have been able to pull the mission off. We done +alright out of this just by pulling through". + +"I guess your right. Best to live with it as best as you can". +He paused for a few seconds then continued. "Now then Doctor, +can I interest you in a quite horse ride for a hour or two?". + +"Why do you think I came down here?". + +"Computer. Run program Dancer one. Standard saddle". + +A computer generated horse appeared at the paddock. + +"Doctor, she's all yours...". + +And with that, they rode off. + + + + +The end? + + +~~~ Blue Wave/RA v2.12 [NR] +-- +| Standard disclaimer: The views of this user are strictly his own. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/biffsbra b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/biffsbra new file mode 100644 index 00000000..cb0aeea0 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/biffsbra differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bios.sf b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bios.sf new file mode 100644 index 00000000..105e395a --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bios.sf @@ -0,0 +1,455 @@ + +[\] Star Trek Biographies +[\] Stolen From Compuserve +[\] Enjoy! And call The Works (914)-238-8195 +=============================================== + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 201-248CV CIVILIAN LISTING + + NAME : Harcourt Fenton "Harry" Mudd + BORN : New Amsterdam, Arcturus, April 5, 2173 +FAMILY : Ernest Abraham Mudd (father, deceased); Camila Audrey Mudd (mother, + deceased); Della Mudd (sister); Stella Eloise Klotskin (wife) + +HISTORY: + +Harry Mudd was born on the planet Arcturus to a local merchant and his wife. +Ernest Mudd was a hard working soul whose family had a history of heart trou- +ble; when Harry was three and his sister was newborn, his father died of car- +diac arrest. Harry, mother Camila and sister Della were stricken with poverty. +The family survived on welfare checks until Harry was seven, when he started +blending with the local color, pickpocketing and scraping money enough to gert +by on. Unfortunately, Harry developed quite a foul mouth and swaggering de- +meanor, and Camila was forced to throw him out of the house when he was four- +teen. It was just as well--Harry ruined her private life; after he left, Ca- +mila met a nice young man, remarried and she and Della were happy. + +Poor Harry signed aboard a merchant starship at age sixteen, as an apprentice +steward. The SS LADY MIKHAIL was his first such tour of duty, and he learned +much from its crew; the Captain was a habitual drunk, the first officer a con +man and the engineer a bounty hunter. The combination was such that it cor- +rupted Harry even moreso than he was before. When Harry left the MIKHAIL for +the freighter PERCIVAL and the position of Chief Pilot, he stole the Captain's +entire stock of golden antiques and his pre-Eugenics wars wine bottles. On +the PERCIVAL (when he was twenty-nine) he met Stella Klotskin, a cargo handler +and rough lady to boot. He did not get along with her at first, but fell in +love with her. The two left PERCIVAL when they were both thirty-six, moving +to Earth. He married her--bad move, for he left her seven months later when +he realized all she did was nag. Harry fled Earth, on his way to the Fron- +tier worlds. + +On his way, he committed small, meaningless crimes, yet accumulated a tremen- +dous track record. But it was not until he "appropriated" the ship of Leo +Francis Walsh that he first met his "only true archnemesis", Captain James T. +Kirk. When Harry tried to escort three beautiful women to Ophiuchus Seven to +present them as wives, he was caught--the girls were beautified by the illegal +Venus drugs. Harry was left in the company of miners on Rigel, but escaped. +He fled from Rigel to Deneb, where he sold the rights to a Vulcan Fuel syn- +thesizer. The Denebians contacted the Vulcans, and Harry was in hot water +again. Harry broke jail, stole a spaceship and fled, tearing through space +before crashing on an unnamed planet. It was there he found the androids who +called him "My Lord Mudd". James Kirk came there as well, escorted by one +particular android named Norman. Harry was instrumental in foiling the plot +of the androids. He was penalized by having to put up with 500 models of his +jailer--fashioned in the form of ex-wife Stella. + +Harry again was able to leave the planet, fleeing to the rim worlds. On Mo- +therlode he was caught, again by Jim Kirk, trying to peddle a love potion that +got out of hand when it was discovered it really did work. After Kirk and +Spock overcame him, they carted him off to jail. Permanently. Harry Mudd +eventually conned a guard into believing he was really the warden, escaped +jail, and fled to the Triangle, where he was never seen again. Presumably he +is still there, trying to sell merchants the rights to the Throne of the +Klingon Empire. You never can tell... + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 111-148KR + + NAME : Kevin Thomas Riley + BORN : Tasvennir, Tarsus IV, August 5, 2186 +FAMILY : Carl Riley (father, deceased); Lisa Riley (mother, deceased); Carrie + Riley (sister, deceased); Sarah Riley (wife); Kenny Riley (son) + +HISTORY: + +Kevin Riley was born on Tarsus IV to Irish colonists. His early life was nor- +mal, but tragedy struck when he was five years old. Governor Aristotle Kodos +instigated martial law during a crop failure and succeeding food riot, and by +disintegration, half of the eight thousand inhabitants, including Kevin Riley's +entire family, were killed. While the four thousand survivors never actually +saw Kodos, Riley and eight others, who were scheduled for extermination, did +live (the eight included Dr. Thomas Leighton, biological scientist; Evanric +Molson, historian; and Captain James Kirk, of USS ENTERPRISE). When Kodos +was attacked and supposedly killed, Riley was taken under care of the Federa- +tion Courts, and presented to a foster family. He never did grow attached to +the various foster homes he was in--his Irish Catholic upbringing challenged +many of the homes he had. When Riley was fourteen, he ran away from one, and +survived for several months alone. This was on Earth--he found an old hermit +who taught him many things, not the least of which was patience and tolerance. + +Riley was again taken through the court system, and at age eighteen, fully a +legal adult, was left on his own. He joined Starfleet as a way to "see the +galaxy"; his independence was enough to help him make high honors in the Aca- +demy. Riley was assigned to USS FISHER as assistant navigator--his aptitude +in this department was exceptional. He also spent short amounts of time on +the communications board. That was very well, for when he was transferred to +ENTERPRISE, he served in both positions. Riley was first assigned as Navigator +on the ship, his first mission under Captain Kirk to serve during the survey +of the breakup of planet Psi-2000. When the ship was invaded by a bacteria +that released inhibitions, Riley was one of the first affected; he became a +rogue--Irish, of course--and threatened the ship's safety through the Engi- +neering console. When the disease was conquered, Kirk, realizing that Riley +had used the engineering station so well (albeit under curious conditions) he +transferred him to that section where his aptitude could be used. Riley did +not like engineering, and requested transfer to navigation, but was given +communications instead. + +When the ENTERPRISE escorted the Karidian company of players to Benecia, Riley +overheard the Captain's theory that actor Anton Karidian was really the hated +Governor Kodos, and he set out to avenge his family. Kirk had Riley trans- +ferred to Engineering again to prevent his finding out, but to no avail--Riley +was poisoned by Lenore, Karidian's daughter. When the truth came out and it +was revealed Karidian WAS Kodos, Kirk narrowly prevented Riley's homicide at- +tempt. Kodos was killed by his daughter accidentally, and Riley didn't recover +from the shock. He requested and was given transfer off the ENTERPRISE, to the +USS CLEMENCEAU, as Chief Navigator. While on shore leave at Kamaria, he met +Sarah O'Malley, a young astronomer, and he left Starfleet to marry her. + +Riley now lives in Dublin, Ireland, with Sarah and his two-year-old son, Kenny. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 104-270HS + + NAME: Hikaru Walter Sulu + BORN: San Fransisco, California, USA, January 22, 2179 +FAMILY: Kalea Graef Hatoyama (mother); Saraoni Hatoyama (father, deceased); + Bryan Sakomori (cousin) + +BIOGRAPHY: + Hikaru was born to a poor family living in a well-travelled district of San +Fransisco, which had been rebuilt after its wasteful near-destruction during the +Eugenics Wars. His grandfather, the elderly monarch of the distant cybersuit +factory called Mountaindove, had had a falling-out with his immediate family, +and his father Saraoni refused to live there. Upon Saraoni's death, Sulu at +age nine and his mother left Earth, bound for Mountaindove. The two headed +for their first destination--Ganjitsu, otherwise known as Shinpai--but were +detained for nearly a year while his mother, a practicing agronomist, surveyed +the situation on the planet. Ganjitsu was attacked, and Sulu's idol Captain +Hunter saved the civilization. Two years later, Sulu and mother Kalea left +and soon after arrived on Mountaindove, a huge ring-type station orbiting a +lifeless planetoid. There he met his grandfather and his cousin, Bryan, plus +the beautiful Keiko, with whom he later fell in love. But Sulu grew tired +of the constant battle between his family the Hatoyamas and the other occu- +pants of Mountaindove, the Heike family, and at age 18 he left the station +and joined Starfleet. Although his basic education was rather limited due to +the travelling he did as a youth, Starfleet found his ability in helm and +maneuvering starships to be quite specialized. Sulu enrolled in the Helm +branch of Starfleet, and graduated from the Academy with honors. He was as- +signed to USS PAUL REVERE, a Ptolemy-class scout ship, but was transferred +two months later to USS ALLEGHENY, a patrol vessel that made several trips +between Earth and Rigel. After seeing that Sulu's abilities were outstanding, +he was again transferred, to USS ENTERPRISE, and served for seven months under +Captain Christopher Pike before the ship was given to Captain James T. Kirk. +He served well during its five year mission, taking his rightful place at +Kirk's side at the helm console. + When the five year mission was over, Sulu served a short term on USS +MERKUR AL'CHAYFA, but returned after a year to the ENTERPRISE, which was now +under command of Willard Decker. When Kirk assumed command in the V'Ger in- +cident and was granted a second five-year mission, Sulu stayed aboard. But +at its end, he was notified that he would be given command of USS EXCELSIOR, +once he supervised a three-week cadet excursion. Fate played its hand, and +Sulu had to take charge of the helm in the Battle of the Mutara Nebula when +Khan commandeered the USS RELIANT. When the Genesis Device (classified SD/ +8155.7) was detonated, the publicity wave grew and forced Starfleet to re- +voke his command of EXCELSIOR in order to keep him at Earth for political +testification. When Admiral Kirk stole the ENTERPRISE to rescue Captain Spock +from Genesis, Sulu, now devoid of hope for his own command, followed him into +mutiny. He returned to Earth during the Probe Incident, and accompanied Adm. +Kirk to 1986 to save the Earth. Under the plea of Ambassador Sarek, Sulu +was granted a full pardon with his comrades and assigned to USS ENTERPRISE +NCC-1701-A, where he now serves as Chief Helmsman. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 109-621WK + + NAME: Winston Matthew Kyle + BORN: Perth, Australia, October 5, 2176 +FAMILY: Elias MacDougall Kyle (father, deceased); Kitty Kyle (mother, deceased); + Elliott Kyle (brother, deceased) + +BIOGRAPHY: + Winston Kyle was born in the community of Perth on the western face of Aus- +tralia to computer technician Elias Kyle and the famed author of "Savage Wes- +terns", Kitty Kyle. Like many of his future peers, he enjoyed being called by +his surname, and so was referred to as Kyle for most of his life. Kyle led +a particularly normal childhood and adolescence, with an eye for many years +on engineering. Kyle went on to junior college before deciding to attend Star- +fleet academy. He was very lucky to get in, as the Engineering program had +already filled its quota but his aptitude was most unusual in the area of +transporter technology and technical communications. Kyle was posted upon +graduation to USS SELESPRAR as Transporter technician, soon after transferred +to USS AUGUSTA RHINEHOLT as Transporter operator, and finally to the USS EN- +TERPRISE as Transporter Chief, serving during its historical five year mission +to the unknown. + Upon exit from ENTERPRISE service, he transferred to USS NELSON, wanting +new challenges, and was posted to Communications division. On this ship he +served under his brother, Elliott Kyle, who was Chief of Communications (he +had entered the service many years before, having been something of a radi- +cal). During a jaunt to New Makus, Elliott was mortally wounded and died in +his brother's arms. Kyle was promoted to Communications Chief. Two years +later, he was reassigned to USS RELIANT as Chief of Communications and +served during the Genesis experiment planet search. When RELIANT was com- +mandeered Kyle was abandoned to Ceti Alpha Five, but he and the remaining +survivors of the crew were picked up by USS CABOLHAUT and taken to Starbase +23. Currently, Kyle is at SB 23 waiting for reassignment, though he did send +via subspace radio testimony of Khan's vicious nature to Earth to be used +as evidence at James T. Kirk's court martial trial (which, due to circumstance +never took place). + Incidentally, Kyle's memorial to his brother still stands in a quiet ceme- +tary on New Makus, the most impressive memorial on the estate. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 110-487SA + + NAME: Saavik + BORN: Hellguard, date unknown +FAMILY: Sarek (adopted father); Amanda Grayson (adopted mother); Spock (step- + brother). Natural Parents/Relatives unknown, yet known that one was + Vulcan, the other Romulan. + +BIOGRAPHY: + Not much is known about the infancy and childhood of the girl Saavik, one +of several children abandoned on her homeworld. Hellguard was originally +known as T'Vorus, a Vulcan colony world in the Triangle. It was razed by a +Romulan "renegade" force and settled as a Romulan colony, its occupants en- +slaved. When the colony was deemed twelve years later as "unsuccessful" the +Romulan contingent left, leaving only children and the bodies of dead Vulcan +citizens. Saavik was one of these children. + In early 2209, the planet was finally visited by a scouting expedition from +the Vulcan Academy of Sciences, under the command of Spock, on temporary de- +tachment from Starfleet following the Enterprise's journey back in time to +the 1960's (classified SD/3121.5). Saavik, little more than a dirty scamp, +jumped Spock in the remains of the city but was subdued. Spock took careful +notice of the girl, whose vital signs were very low from malnutrition, and +nursed (if a Vulcan can nurse) her back to health. The other children were +also gathered and the party left for Vulcan. During the flight, Spock taught +Saavik the Vulcan language and proper etiquette. On arrival, the Vulcan Immi- +gration Department branded her with the name T'Saavik, and Spock presented her +to his parents, who later adopted her. She lived with Sarek and Amanda until +following in her step-brother's footsteps: entering Starfleet Academy. Sarek +was not upset by her course of action because he realized failure to comply +would only mean loss of contact with his "daughter". + Saavik enrolled in Starfleet Academy. She was the center of much contro- +versy and attention because of her duel Romulan/Vulcan parentage, and the butt +of many anti-Romulan jokes. Nevertheless, she excelled in her studies and +graduated at the top of her class, with high honors. With the rank of Lieu- +tenant now attributed her, she only had to pass her cadet cruise. Unfortu- +nately, this cruise escalated into the Genesis Incident and the Battle of the +Mutara Nebula with the renegade Khan. During the incident, she lost a friend +she had acquired, Peter Preston, nephew of Montgomery Scott. When the battle +was completed, and the ENTERPRISE arrived at Regula One, she transferred to +the USS GRISSOM with Dr. David Marcus. At the planet Genesis, the GRISSOM +was destroyed, Marcus was killed and the body of Mr. Spock was discovered +alive (classified SD/8401.4). She returned to Vulcan with the ENTERPRISE crew +members. However, she did not depart with them in the Klingon Bird Of Prey +when it departed for Earth three months later during the Probe Incident. In- +stead, she remained on Vulcan due to what can only be described as an "event", +the circumstances of which are not clear. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 107-241PC + + NAME: Pavel Andreivich Chekov + BORN: Leningrad, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, March 25, 2184 +FAMILY: Aleksandr Chekov (father, deceased); Raisa Chekov (mother) + +BIOGRAPHY: + Pavel Andreivich Chekov was born in central Leningrad, the first and only +son of engineer Aleksandr Chekov and physicist Dr. Raisa Chekov. Pavel was +raised in Leningrad and attended school there through high school, receiving +very high marks in most subjects. As a student, he was very bright. Upon +reaching the age of eighteen, Pavel grew tired of the life he led and craved +more excitement, the natural inclination of his age group. He enrolled in +Starfleet Academy, and left Earth for Starbase One. At the academy, he met +Cadet Irina Galliulin, and fell deeply in love with her. Unfortunately, Irina +dropped during her second year, becoming a wanderer and eventually joining +Dr. Sevrin's outlawed group (classified SD/5604.2). Pavel overcame his +broken heart, and excelled in the scientific areas, especially in astronomy. + When the Academy Commandants reviewed Pavel's class, they found that his +aptitude was exceptional. With that, his first assignment came, to his com- +plete amazement: USS ENTERPRISE, under Captain Christopher Pike. Problems +arose, though: he was stuck at graveyard shift, late at night. Two months +passed, and Pike was promoted to Fleet Captain, to be replaced by Captain +James Kirk. For nearly a year, Chekov served at various positions on the +ship, not reaching the bridge but at graveyard watch. When Commander Gary +Mitchell was lost in action, Chekov hoped that he would be promoted to this +position, but due to oversight this post was given to Ensign Paul Freeman. +Chekov didn't get the chance to prove himself, and was stuck as Ensign until +the ENTERPRISE returned from its scientific mission in Earth's past (classi- +fied SD/3142.7) and he was promoted to the post of Navigator. He served here +for the next few years, and became one of the regular bridge crew. + When the ENTERPRISE was upgraded at the end of its five year mission, he +stayed aboard, but during the refitting, he made the decision to switch de- +partments to Security. During the ship's second five-year mission, he served +as Security Chief, and immediately following that, he received his only ship- +post other than ENTERPRISE to date--First officer of USS RELIANT. He was, +therefore, deeply involved in the Genesis Incident, and instrumental in stop- +ping Khan Noonian Singh. Mr. Chekov was involved in the theft of USS ENTER- +PRISE, and returned to Earth with Admiral Kirk during the Probe Incident. He +was pardoned later and assigned to USS ENTERPRISE TWO. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 103-769MS + + NAME: Montgomery Edward Scott + BORN: Aberdeen, Scotland, United Kingdom, June 14, 2160 +FAMILY: Robert Jacob Scott (father, deceased); Marissa Chandler Scott (mother, + deceased); Amanda Scott Stuart Preston (sister); Dannan Stuart (niece); + Peter Preston (nephew, deceased) + +BIOGRAPHY: + Montgomery Scott was born on the south side of Aberdeen, Scotland, to an +electronics instructor and his wife. At an early age he received extensive +training in electronics from his father. His sister was born when he was four; +shortly after, his mother died in an automobile accident. He took a dislike +to his first name, and henceforth used the nickname given him by his grand- +father, Scotty. He and his sister were enrolled in boarding school shortly +after grandfather died and left his fortune; Robert Scott became an alcoholic. +Scotty turned eighteen and went to Starfleet Academy; the instructors there +became so excited with his skill in engineering and electronics that he was +awarded high honors, and assigned to his first assignment, USS CALIBER, a long +range scout, as Engineer's Mate. During a landing party duty on Venicia Four, +Scotty rescued the first officer of the CALIBER and won himself a promotion +to Lieutenant, Junior Grade. + Scotty was transferred after two years to another type of ship, a frigate +called USS DIXIE SPIRIT, as Assistant Engineer--Starfleet evidently did not +want to waste Mr. Scott's talents. The DIXIE SPIRIT patrolled the Romulan +border, but with his promotion came his only service error to date: his mis- +calculation of several field-coil equations damaged several systems including +life support, and Mr. Scott was punished by being transferred off the SPIRIT +and onto the SHAKAIVA, a smaller cargo ship that made the run between Deneva +and the Caimarron asteroid belts. Only after his transferral did Starfleet +realize that the accident on the SPIRIT was not his fault, and indeed his +equation imbalance which he believed correct saved the ship. The Admiralty +had him promoted to Lieutenant, with a transfer to USS ANSON as Chief Engi- +neer. + During his stay on the ANSON, Scotty heard the news that his father had +died due to his alcoholism problem, shortly after his sister married Michael +Stuart, an Australian architect. Scotty took the news of Robert's death hard, +concentrating heavily on his work. On this voyage, he successfully designed +the engines for the prototype frigate USS STARSTALKER, and two years later his +designs were put to use. He was commissioned to supervise their operation, +and they worked very successfully. But the time came when Scotty was to be +transferred again, and Starfleet realized that to put this man anywhere else +would be foolish. He was assigned to USS ENTERPRISE, one of the Fleet's fi- +nest. + Under Christopher Pike for one year, the ship was called to Earth at Pike's +promotion to Fleet Captain. ENTERPRISE was given to James Kirk; at the same +time, his sister notified him of his first born child--Dannon, a girl. Scotty +served gallantly under Kirk during the ship's five year mission, and stayed +on when the mission was over and ENTERPRISE was called in for refit. Kirk +granted his request for assignment as Chief Engineer on the second five-year +mission following the Vejur Affair, and he stayed aboard her when she was made +a cadet vessel. In fact, his nephew, Peter Preston (Amanda had divorced and +remarried, and additionally had a son) was assigned to the ship. The ENTER- +PRISE pulled out on a three-week cadet cruise, and unfortunately ran straight +into ambush during the Genesis incident. Scotty's nephew Peter was killed. +Additionally, when the ship returned, Scotty was reassigned to USS EXCELSIOR +as Chief Engineer, under the rank of Captain. Instead, Scotty joined Admiral +Kirk in his theft of ENTERPRISE to New Genesis. He returned with Kirk three +months later during the Probe Encounter. Acquitted by request of Ambassador +Sarek of Vulcan, Scotty was assigned to USS ENTERPRISE TWO. + His sister Amanda is now a prominent artist in Scotland and niece Dannon +is a Commander in Starfleet. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + +STARFLEET IDENTIFILES 104-087NY + + NAME: Nyota Uhura + BORN: Nairobi, Kenya Province, United States of Africa, September 4, 2179 +FAMILY: Alhamisi Uhura (father); M'Umbha Mahia Uhura (mother, deceased); David + Uhura (brother) + +BIOGRAPHY: + Nyota Uhura was born at University of Kenya at Nairobi Hospital, the first +and only daughter of University Chancellor Alhamisi Uhura and freelance photo- +grapher M'Umbha Mahia. Little Nyota showed an aptitude for languages and at +age five could speak both Swahili and rudimentary English. The next year, +her brother, David, was born, and soon after M'Umbha died of cancer. Nyota +was enrolled in grammar school in the nearby community of M'Bamba, and fi- +nished junior high before leaving with her widowed father for the U.S. Her +family settled in Spokane; she attended high school and then the University of +Puget Sound in Tacoma. She then enrolled in Starfleet Academy, spending a few +months in San Francisco, California, before departing for the prime academy at +Starbase One. She took a liking to the communications department, her lingual +skills making entrance examinations easier. Nyota passed, and at age 22 re- +ceived her first assignment to the USS ADAD as a communications specialist. + Following a short tour on ADAD, Ensign Uhura was transferred to the USS +PITZER, a new research ship, and spent a great deal of time aboard her. She +learned much on the PITZER, and its commanding officer, Captain Morris Johns, +noticed her aptitude and skill. He recommended her for promotion, and it +finally came, along with a notice that she would be transferred to the Star- +fleet Diplomatic Corps for a short time. It was during one mission with the +Corps that Uhura befriended Sunfall to-Ennien, an Eeiauoan diplomat whose race +she later helped defeat ADF Syndrome (classified SD/6165.7). She was as- +signed following this detail to USS BAYSHORE, where she served as Assistant +Chief of Communications under Lieutenant Commander Mai-Ling Hong (later Base +Commander of Starbase XI). LCDR Hong was very quick to notice Nyota's ability +and when the BAYSHORE's tour of duty was over, she recommended her for promo- +tion. Lieutenant Uhura was transferred to USS ATLANTICA as Chief of Commu- +nications, but after a short term of duty there was assigned to USS ENTERPRISE, +replacing the late Lloyd Alden. + Uhura served well on ENTERPRISE, becoming one of its longest serving crew- +persons during the historical James T. Kirk five-year mission. Following this +she served on the USS HORNET as Chief of Communications and service replacement +specialist, followed by reassignment to ENTERPRISE during its second five- +year mission. She continued to stay on when ENTERPRISE was rechristened as +a cadet-cruise vessel, but was caught up in the "resurrection" of Khan Noonian +Singh and the Genesis Affair. Commander Uhura was an accomplice in the theft +of ENTERPRISE but was later acquitted under plea of Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan +following the Probe encounter and the near-devastation of Earth. + She has been linked also to Kabaka Buganda, a slaver and criminal who was +previously her fiancee. Her father has retired and lives in Spokane, and +brother David is a lawyer in the Judge's Office at Toriopolis, Benecia. + +---------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + NAME: Christine Lauren Chapel + BORN: Davenport Heights, Vermont, August 5, 2184 +FAMILY: George Morton Chapel (father, deceased); Helen Carmichael Chapel + (mother); Leigh Anjelica Chapel (sister, deceased) + + +BIOGRAPHY LISTING: + + Christine Lauren Chapel was born at Valley Community Hospital in Davenport +Heights, Vermont, late in 2184. The second daughter of the owner of a broad, +540 acre farm and his wife, Christine attended Chronicle Elementary School, +Valley Junior High and Davenport Heights Secondary School before enrolling +at the newly-founded University of Boston Harbor. Her sister, Leigh Chapel, +had meanwhile been assigned aboard USS Enterprise under Captain Christopher +Pike. At UBH, Christine met Dr. Roger Korby, who later became her fiancee. +After Korby's disappearance and Leigh's tragic death, Christine enlisted in +Starfleet as a bio-research assistant. After a term in Starfleet medical +school, Christine was assigned to Federation Scout Ship USS EMPACE under com- +mand of Captain Halley Schaffer. During a skirmish with a previously unde- +tected form of life that existed only at the subconscious level, Chapel trans- +ferred to USS ENTERPRISE to search for her lost fiancee. She later found his +remains on planet Exo Three (details are classified SD/1914.2). After seeing +the ENTERPRISE through its five year mission, she was upgraded to the position +of Chief Medical Officer under Captain Willard Decker. When Admiral James +Kirk assumed command, she generously waived her position to long-time comrade +Dr. Leonard McCoy. She stayed aboard for another five year mission under +Admiral Kirk as McCoy's assistant and consulting physician. 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Baldric) +Newsgroups: alt.comedy.british.blackadder,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: (Parody) BLACKADDERLON 59 #2, Part 1 of 2 +Date: 16 Jun 1994 19:25:54 GMT +Organization: The Whole Earth 'Lectronic Link, Sausalito, CA +Lines: 805 +Message-ID: <2tq902$rif@nkosi.well.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: well.sf.ca.us +X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.0 #1 (NOV) + + +BLACKADDERLON 59 #2: The Modulation of Ampla Tuud, Part 1 of 2 + +-PART-1-OF-2--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE---- ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + Copyright (C) 1994 by Thomas H. Golden, Jr., all rights reserved. No part of + this work may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written + permission from the author, with the exception of 1) brief quotations + embodied in critical articles or reviews, and 2) the complete, unaltered text + of this work, including this disclaimer (or an electronic document containing + same and which has been data-compressed using a lossless algorithm) when used + or reproduced for private and non-commercial use only. + + 'BLACKADDERLON 59' is an unauthorized parody of the 'STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE + NINE', 'BABYLON 5' and 'BLACKADDER' television series. None of the + individuals or companies associated with these series or with any merchandise + based upon these series, nor any real person or company mentioned in 'BLACK- + ADDERLON 59', has in any way consented to appear in, approved, sponsored, or + authorized it. Any references made to real persons or companies in 'BLACK- + ADDERLON 59' are totally fictional, used with satiric intent only, and should + not be construed as having any resemblance whatsoever to reality. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + B L A C K A D D E R L O N 5 9 + ------------------------------- + AN UNAUTHORIZED PARODY by Tom Golden + + Story #2 + 'THE MODULATION OF AMPLA TUUD' + by Tom Golden + + + O U R H Y P O T H E T I C A L C A S T + + Lt. Cmdr. Edmund Blackadder .......... ROWAN ATKINSON (Blackadder) + Deputy Garibaldric ................... TONY ROBINSON (Blackadder) + Dr. George Cremator .................. HUGH LAURIE (Blackadder) + Yarn Ambassador G'Whiz ............... STEPHEN FRY (Blackadder) + Cardigan Ambassador Deluxx ........... MIRANDA RICHARDSON (Blackadder) + Maj. Adi Tuud ........................ SUZIE PLAKSON (Love & War) + Cmdr. Francis Flasheart .............. GRANT SHAUD (Murphy Brown) + Chief Milo Nobrain ................... TIM ALLEN (Home Improvement) + Lt. Justa Duk + - Duk (Hand Puppet Symbiont) ...... VO 'Barney the Dinosaur' + - Justa (Humanoid Host) ........... CHRISTINA APPLEGATE (MWC) + Orlon Ambassador Light Mauve ......... (Appears via SFX) + + + O U R H Y P O T H E T I C A L G U E S T C A S T + + + Ampla Tuud ........................... ESTELLE GETTY + Gonzo (cameo) ........................ KEVIN NEALON + Apto Tuud (cameo) .................... GILBERT GOTTFRIED + + + M I S C E L L A N E O U S P A R T S + + + A crowd of PEJORATIVE JOURNALISTS + A couple of sickbay ORDERLIES + Several SECURITY GUARDS and TECHNICIANS + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + COLD OPENING + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +TUUD is supervising normal operations, along with several techs. +On the viewscreen is a view of the Pejorative northern hemisphere, +with a Pejorative shuttle rising up out of the atmosphere. TUUD, +standing in the command position (front and center, facing the +viewscreen), speaks to the viewscreen. + +TUUD Pejorative Shuttle 4Q2, you are cleared for + docking. Release your helm to our navigational + control. + +SFX: AUDIO CHANNEL COMMOTION + +TUUD 4Q2, we do not copy, say again? + +SFX: AUDIO CHANNEL COMMOTION + +TUUD Major Tuud to security -- possible hijacking, + Pejorative shuttle 4Q2. + +One voice from the shuttle drowns out the others. + +SFX: RECEDING AUDIO CHANNEL COMMOTION + +AMPLA(VO) Adi, is that you? + +TUUD Premother Ampla? Security, cancel previous + alert. + +AMPLA(VO) No, this is the spirit of the Guy Lombardo coming + to reclaim the Holy Sock. Of course it's your + premother. + + +A look of panic and terror comes over TUUD. GEORGE walks into Control +and, interested in what's going on, strides up behind her. TUUD, +stunned by the though of AMPLA's visit, adopts a blank smile as she +responds. + +TUUD Oh, good. + +TUUD turns away from the viewscreen to talk to a technician. + +TUUD (Barely audible) Kill our outgoing video! + +TUUD faces the viewscreen again. + +AMPLA(VO) You can't see me because the pilot broke the + camera with his head after I asked him for the + headset the first time. + +TUUD is on emotional autopilot; her smile is obviously superficial. + +TUUD What a coincidence. We're having trouble with our + video too! + +AMPLA(VO) Anyway, stooshie, it's been too long since I saw + my favorite postdaughter, so I decided to visit. + +TUUD Oh, how _nice_. + +AMPLA(VO) So, when do I get _off_ this crate? + +TUUD bites her lip and looks around for an excuse. + +TUUD (Sotto voce) Oh, spock. I need time. Of course! + (Aloud) Well, you're nearly docked, but we'll + have to do some routine safety and security + scans, which will take some time. + +TUUD grimaces, bracing herself for the response to her next utterance. + +TUUD Probably about an eighth-day. + +AMPLA(VO) _That_ long? + +TUUD grabs a large ball of loosely wadded scrap paper from a nearby +trash can and, crackling it loudly toward the viewscreen, engages in +a small subterfuge. + +AMPLA(VO) Listen, I'm not a young female anymore. I could + die here waiting! Can't you make an exception + for your own -- + +TUUD Premother Ampla? I can't hear you. You're + breaking up. Why don't we continue this + conversation when you come on board -- + +AMPLA(VO) Don't cut me off! I won't stand for it! The + last time your mother did that, I ripped -- + +TUUD AVALON out. + +TUUD motions for the comm link with the shuttle to be cut, and goes over +to her station and slumps in her chair. + +GEORGE Major, what's going on? Trouble with the + shuttle? + +TUUD Yes and no. My premother, my, my, what's the + word, my _grand_mother has decided to pay me a + surprise visit. + +GEORGE is visibly mentally struggling to avoid being punched out as +a result of what he is about to say. + +GEORGE I, well, don't want to, ruffle your, err, + metaphoric feathers, but I was wondering, if -- + +TUUD Spit it out, George. + +GEORGE Well, has Pejorative genetics bestowed upon her, + a, aaahh, _similar_ disposition to, errrrm, your + own? + +TUUD She _is_ my grandmother. What do you think? + +GEORGE Oh. + +TUUD Actually, George, I'm lying -- + +GEORGE Oh? + +TUUD Yes. Don't get me wrong; I love my premother + dearly. My whole family does. But we _do_ all + live in fear of her. Y'see, she's a legislator, + and the head of the major opposition political + party. And you don't want to know how + _Pejorative_ she had to be to get there. + +GEORGE Oh, dear. + +TUUD Oh, spocking spock. + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + OPENING CREDITS + +EFX: EXT. IN ORBIT AROUND PEJOR, LOOKING OUTWARD + +A bright red star shines in the distance. The first 8 notes of the +'Blackadder' theme repeat a la 'STAR TREK' intro. An audibly elderly +Garibaldric narrates. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Space. The biggest, darkest, coldest, biggest + place there is. Really. I should know, I was + dumped there. + +An empty, discarded tin can moves quickly into view from our left, +appearing to bounce off the camera lens and knocking our POV toward +our right. We follow the can as it moves away to our right and toward... + +EFX: EXT. AVALON 59 + +A large, dark gray Thermos-bottle in space, floating horizontally and +rotating along its central core. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) This is the story of AVALON 59, one of the last + of the SpaceBases built by the United Planets, + Universal and Galactic, or 'UNPLUG'. + + AVALON 59 was the last, best chance to sit around, + do nothing and collect lots of goldless pratinum + from all the governments who sent ambassadors. + + As the name implies, there were 58 AVALONs before... + +EFX: EXT. ORBITING SPACE STATION EXPLODING + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Nineteen blew up... + +EFX: EXT. PARTIALLY BUILT SPACE STATION + +A partially completed skeleton of another space station. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Fourteen were only partially built, and then + stripped by galactic hoodlums... + +INT. SPACECRUISER LOUNGE + +A large, plush room. An alien conducts an auction sale of the +lovely space station visible outside the panoramic, floor-to-ceiling +viewport at the rear of the lounge. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Eleven were reposessed and sold at auction... + +EFX: EXT. IN ORBIT AROUND EARTH + +Earth orbit, literally filled with thousands of satellites, cans, +wrenches, nuts, bolts and several space stations. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) The first nine were built and left in Earth orbit because + nobody could figure out how to get them to their + destination, the neutral planet Pejor. The third + actually fell out of orbit and became a Florida + tourist attraction. + +EFX: EXT. SPACE + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Four simply disappeared, although one of them was later + seen in another quadrant, run completely by Elvis clones. + But that's just a rumor... + +EFX: EXT. SPACE STATION EXPLODING + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) AVALON 42 was destroyed in a collision with an + ark carrying people calling themselves + Golgafrinchams, in an incident whose + improbability was later described as infinite. + +EFX: EXT. AVALON 59 + +SUPER: STILL PHOTO OF BLACKADDER, GEORGE, G'WHIZ AND DELUXX. + SOMETHING NEXT TO BLACKADDER HAS BEEN TORN OUT OF THE PICTURE + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) Oh yeah, I can't tell you about AVALON 59 without + mentioning me mates... Edmund Blackadder, Dr. + George Cremator, Ambassador G'Whiz of the + Yarn Republic, and the Cardigan Empire's ambas- + sador Deluxx. + +As if this is all an animation setup, two grubby hands move in to restore +the torn-out spot on the photograph -- Garibaldric's picture. + +GARIBALDRIC(VO) And that's me, Garibaldric. I'm a shapeshifter. + But I'm not very good at it. I was trying to be + a turnip in this picture. But I ended up looking + like some Earth prat. + + AVALON 59. Light-years of great parking, deck + after deck of really cool shopping and loads of + wet kisses and messy intrigue. + +The background music kicks off into BLACKADDER theme while the series logo +and credits roll like every other boring old TV show. + +FADE OUT. + + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT I + +INT. OFFICERS MESS -- DINNERTIME + +Cmdr. FLASHEART, BLACKADDER and GEORGE, in their UNPLUG dress uniforms, +await the arrival of TUUD and AMPLA for dinner. FLASHEART is visibly +nervous and fidgety. + +FLASHEART So, tell me again, Blackadder, why am I here? + +BLACKADDER Well, sir, several unfortunate circumstances + involving your mother, father, and the failure of + certain contraceptive devices -- + +FLASHEART Blackadder! + +BLACKADDER My apologies, sir. I couldn't resist such an + open-ended question. + +FLASHEART Try harder next time, mister. + +BLACKADDER We are all here tonight at the request of Major + Tuud. It seems her grandmother has arrived for + a sudden and unexpected visit. + +FLASHEART So? + +BLACKADDER Major Tuud's grandmother is a prominent + opposition legislator on Pejor. + +FLASHEART I see. Suck up time. Expand our options. + +BLACKADDER Precisely. + +GEORGE You should have seen the Major earlier today when + she found out. She actually turned pale and had + to sit down for a while. Y'know, I've never seen + a Pejorative that frightened before. + +FLASHEART Major Tuud? Frightened? + +BLACKADDER Sir, there is an old saying that the only thing + more terrifying and unpleasant than a Pejorative + is his mother. And I would expect it to be + appropriately multiplied when used in reference + to a grandmother, and further exponentiated for + one who is also a politician. + +FLASHEART grabs BLACKADDER's uniform. + +FLASHEART What have you gotten me into this time, + Blackadder? I don't need any more fear or terror. + I don't even need mild discomfort. I don't even + want a hint of unpleasantness. At this point, + bad breath could send me over the edge. I'm at + the threshold. I c-c-can see the abyss in front + of me. It's beckoning me. 'Francis! Francis! + Come to me! Let me envelop you in my oblivion!' + +BLACKADDER George! + +FLASHEART George! + +GEORGE Right! + +GEORGE injects tranquilizer into FLASHEART. + +GEORGE How's that? + +FLASHEART gradually relaxes and lets go of BLACKADDER's uniform. + +FLASHEART Better. Thanks, George. Where's Chief Nobrain and + Lt. Duk? + +BLACKADDER The computer informs us that Chief Nobrain is not + on the base. Furthermore it is adamant that he + does not and never has existed here, or anywhere + within UNPLUG territory for that matter. While + this would, of course, be a relief if only it + were true, I am certain it is a ruse he has + concocted as a means of evading his social + duties. + +FLASHEART What're you doing about it? + +BLACKADDER I've assigned my deputy Garibaldric to find him. + One whiff and the chief will be begging to return + to duty. As for our erstwhile science officer, + at last report, she was trapped in her closet -- + +FLASHEART Well, what are you standing here for? Go get her + out, man! + +BLACKADDER Sir, I'm afraid you misunderstand. She is + ensnared only by her own inability to decide what + to wear tonight. + +FLASHEART But we always wear dress uniforms to these + occasions. + +BLACKADDER Sir, if I may say so, your stunning display of + logic underscores UNPLUG's wisdom in appointing + you our leader. + +TUUD (in Pejorative dress uniform) and AMPLA enter. + +TUUD Commander Flasheart, this is my grandmother, and + member of the Pejorative governing assembly, + Ampla Tuud. + +AMPLA Please, don't make a fuss. I'm just here to + visit my stooshie. + +FLASHEART and BLACKADDER show puzzlement at the term 'stooshie'. + +TUUD Stooshie is a term of endearment. + +GEORGE Hmmm, that's not what my Pejorative medical + textbooks say. A 'stooshie' is a particularly + vile and nasty native parasite. It (gestures) + burrows into your abdomen and sucks out all your + digestive fluids through your stomach! Then it + clamps onto your spinal column and makes you + do the hustle until you die of terminal + embarassment! + +TUUD Yes! Yes, you're right, but Premother is using + the secondary meaning. + +GEORGE Sorry, I guess we're all just a little nervous. + +AMPLA Don't be nervous! I just want you to think of me + as my little Adi's premother. Don't give a + thought to the fact that I could be the next + leader of that little mudball you're in orbit + around. + +FLASHEART extends his hand to AMPLA. + +FLASHEART On behalf of UNPLUG, allow me to welcome you to + AVALON 59. + +AMPLA eyes FLASHEART's hand for a moment, then his face. + +AMPLA (To TUUD) Hmmph. Seems too small. If I caught + something like him, I'd throw him back -- + +AMPLA finally shakes hands with FLASHEART. + +AMPLA Eeuuuhhh, what a worm! Gimme a napkin so's I can + wipe his sweat off my hand. + +FLASHEART, already nervous, tries again to exchange pleasantries. + +FLASHEART Adi has told us a lot about you. + +AMPLA You liar! No self-respecting Pejorative _ever_ + talks about her family to outsiders if she can + help it. So you're a worm and a liar. + +FLASHEART (To BLACKADDER and GEORGE) OK, that's it, I fold. + Your turn, Constable. George, I need another + hit. + +GEORGE Aye, sir. + +GEORGE and FLASHEART walk over to a convenient corner, where GEORGE +administers the medication. BLACKADDER moves into position to greet +AMPLA. + +AMPLA So, who are you? + +TUUD This is Edmund Blackadder, our chief of security. + +BLACKADDER takes a breath, collects his thoughts, then speaks. + +BLACKADDER Madam, I would _like_ to say that it is a pleasure + to meet you, but it would, in fact, be an + _utter_lie_. In fact, you are the most + unpleasant old crone it has been my misfortune to + encounter, and, given the number of unpleasant + old crones I've been forced to encounter over my + lifetime, _that's_ saying something. + +TUUD, visibly shaken by BLACKADDER's forthrightness, faints. + +AMPLA Now, here's a man who speaks his mind. I like + that. Whatsamatter with him, stooshie? He's + got spocks! If I were younger. Well, if I were + younger, we'd be playing 'Caves and Seasnakes', + if you get my drift. + +BLACKADDER smiles, as if he is flattered by AMPLA's compliment. + +BLACKADDER I seriously doubt it. + +AMPLA finally notices that TUUD has fainted. + +AMPLA Stooshie? Stooshie? Hmmph. No spocks. Y'know, + Eddie, she was always the weak one. No spocks at + all. Nothing like her sisters. Oh, she'd cry + at the drop of a sock. + +BLACKADDER Really? How interesting! You must tell me more! + +AMPLA, in typical Pejorative fashion, grabs BLACKADDER's arm and they +step together over TUUD as they move over to the dining table. + +AMPLA Oh, the stories I could tell about little Adi. + Y'know when she was young, she used to... + +FLASHEART (Obviously sedated) George, I'm gonna have a + little lie-down now. Why don't you look after + the Major? + +FLASHEART falls like a feather to the floor. + +FADE OUT. + + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT II + +INT. BLACKADDER'S OFFICE -- THE NEXT MORNING + +BLACKADDER is, as usual, sipping his morning cuppa, and looking over +security printouts and files. GARIBALDRIC walks in from an adjoining +room. + +GARIBALDRIC Good morning, sir! + +BLACKADDER What's so good about it, you galactic gelatin? + +GARIBALDRIC Well, now that you mention it, nothing, actually. + I suppose I could have said, 'Average morning, + sir' or 'Absolutely nothing special about this + morning, sir'. How about, 'Totally unoriginal + morning, sir'. + +BLACKADDER How about 'Shut your simulated gob, you brain- + dead pillock, before I run you through an + extruder and cut up the output to form the + letters J-E-L-L-O'. + +GARIBALDRIC Naaah, I couldn't say that. Your mouth isn't + simulated. + +BLACKADDER (sigh) Well, Garibaldric, now that we have spent + fully five minutes on your feeble attempt at a + simple pleasantry, do you have anything of value + to communicate, or do you just want me to use + this (pulls nasty-looking device out of his desk) + laser scalpel to cut you into cubes of shape- + shifter tofu? + +GARIBALDRIC Well, actually, sir, this communique just + arrived. It seems that a couple of Pejorative + by-elections were held yesterday, and the + opposition candidates pulled off a major upset. + +BLACKADDER So? + +GARIBALDRIC The opposition now has the majority of seats in + the Pejorative assembly. + +BLACKADDER Ahhhh, and that makes Major Tuud's grandmother -- + +Garibaldric reads from the text. + +GARIBALDRIC -- 'the new Supreme Bitch of Pejor'. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric! + +GARIBALDRIC It's a Pejorative term. + +BLACKADDER So I've gathered! Kindly use less derogatory + language. + +GARIBALDRIC No, no, the Pejorative assembly is actually + called 'The House of Bitches' -- + +BLACKADDER Thank you, Garibaldric; just use the term + 'parliament' from now on. + +GARIBALDRIC I'd rather not, sir, if you don't mind. + +BLACKADDER Why not? + +GARIBALDRIC You don't want to know what the word 'parliament' + means in Pejorative. + +INT. AVALON PROMENADE -- MORNING + +AMPLA, shopping and providing a photo-op for an entourage of Pejorative +news-blatters (press), strolls down the Promenade accompanied by +GEORGE and FLASHEART. + +JOURNALISTS IN CROWD (calling out) + Hey-you! Hey-you! + +FLASHEART is stunned by their lack of restraint. + +FLASHEART Have you no respect? This is the new leader of + your planet! + +Journalist GONZO speaks up. + +GONZO Hey, 'PLUGger, I got your respect RIGHT HERE! + (gestures) 'Hey-you' is how she's supposed to be + addressed, kinda like your 'Prime Minister'. + +FLASHEART Oh. My mistake. Sorry. + +AMPLA Gonzo, Leave the 'PLUGger alone. He's sucking up + to me, okay? + +JOURNALIST Hey, sucking up to you doesn't demonstrate high + intelligence on his part. + +AMPLA It certainly didn't when _you_ were doing it. + + (Turning to FLASHEART) Ignore him. He's nobody + important. Just one of my former spin doctors. + He's just unhappy because after I fired him, I + called his new boss and got him posted here + permanently. Anyway, you were saying? + +FLASHEART I was pointing out the Godiva chocolate store. + Are you familiar with the Earth delicacy + chocolate? + +AMPLA Yeah, keep that stuff away from me. I've seen + old vids of that sad Earth guy dressed up like a + flying animal. He takes a spoonful and then + jumps around like a pogo-worm, screaming "I'm + high on chocolate! I'm high on chocolate!" + +AMPLA starts toward the next shop; GEORGE and FLASHEART and the crowd +follow. + +GEORGE Errm, aahhh, Oh yes, I remember that! No, that's + "I'm cuckoo for Cocoa-Puffs! I'm cuckoo for + Cocoa-Puffs!" + +FLASHEART George, stop that. You're scaring me. I + remember that from my history books. The Great + Kellogg Corn Flake-Out of '73. Clandestine cereal + bonfires. The Post-Purina Purge of '75. + +GEORGE Who would have thought that toasting extruded + mashed grains, sugar and other chemicals, would + produce such a dangerous stimulant? I'll never + forget the vid of my grandparents bringing out + carton after carton of Frosted Weetabix to toss + on the bonfire. + +FLASHEART They burned all the classics. Froot Loops. + Count Chocula. Cap'n Crunch. Trix. Super + Hi-Corn-Fructose Crisp. Fortunately, they saved + some of the back panels of the boxes, so we + haven't lost _all_ the works of the old masters. + +GEORGE Speaking of breakfast, why don't we get some + here! + +The sign above the shop reads: + + I - G H O B + INTERGALACTIC HOUSE OF BANCAKES [TM] + +AMPLA looks inside at what's being served. + +AMPLA They look like fried, pureed swampgrass pucks. + Speaking of purges, they make _me_ want to purge. + +GEORGE Oh, now, they're really quite smashing, + especially with a little bit of oznabrag + marmalade on the side. + +Ambassadors DELUXX, G'WHIZ and LIGHT MAUVE enter. + +AMPLA (To GEORGE) Who's the albino tramp? + +FLASHEART That's the Cardigan ambassador. + +AMPLA And we wanted _them_ to annex us? Sheesh! + +G'WHIZ Esteemed Hey-you Tuud, allow me, on behalf of the + YARN Republic to extend my conGRATulations to + you on the occasion of your ascention to the + office of SuPREME B-- + +DELUXX delivers a hard elbow jab to G'Whiz. + +G'WHIZ -- er, LEADer of PeJOR. + +AMPLA Who the spock are you? You look like a cross + between an alligator and a pipe cleaner. + +G'WHIZ bows theatrically. + +G'WHIZ I am G'Whiz, AVALON's Ambassador from the Yarn + Republic, at your service. Pepto-BISmol to you. + +MAUVE does, well, as close to a bow as you can do if you're encased in +a large upside-down ice-cream cone. + +MAUVE I AM LIGHT MAUVE AMBASSADOR FROM THE ORLON + COLLECTION + +AMPLA For a moment I thought you were an automated + banking machine. + +DELUXX curtsies. + +DELUXX And I am Deluxx, of the Cardigan Empire. On + behalf of my fellow diplomats, I wish to + apologize for not contacting you sooner. We've + only just now heard the news. + +AMPLA So you three are diplomats. + +G'WHIZ, DELUX and MAUVE + Yes. + +AMPLA So, go on, start sucking up to me. Isn't that + what you diplomats do? + +G'WHIZ May I just say, how, well, presiDENtial you look. + Just like the finest bone china place setting on + my home world. + +AMPLA My house plants can do better than that. + +MAUVE YOUR POLITICAL ACUMEN IS THE PALEST LIGHT PASTEL + BLUE -- + +DELUXX waves her arms in front of G'WHIZ and MAUVE, cutting them off. + +DELUXX Boys, let me handle this. + +DELUXX places her hands on her hips and lowers the pitch of her voice +from 'sweet and diplomatic' mode straight to 'tough' mode. + +DELUXX OK, what'll it take to keep _you_ from trying to + blackmail us into annexing Pejor? + +AMPLA You got spocks. + +AMPLA turns to GEORGE. + +AMPLA Forget what I said. She's not a tramp. She's + got spocks. + +AMPLA turns back to DELUXX. + +AMPLA I'll get back to you after I take charge. + +G'WHIZ And when will that happy day be? + +AMPLA In a couple of weeks. I figure I'll let 'em stew + down on Pejor for a while -- make 'em wait for + me. + +G'WHIZ Oh, STEW! How GLORious! + +GEORGE That seems a little rude, don't you think? + +AMPLA Pejor to George. Pejor to George. Reality + calling. What's the point of having power if you + don't use it? + +Suddenly, a maniac with a Rasta wig, green face paint and Yarn garb +breaks through the crowd and shoots AMPLA at point-blank range with +a stun-gun. + +ASSASSIN Die, Meat-grinder! + +FLASHEART and G'WHIZ lunge forward to catch him, but he is too fast and +disappears down a corridor. DELUXX and GEORGE comfort AMPLA, who tries +to speak. + +AMPLA Must have been a sore loser. + +GEORGE speaks to his comm bracelet. + +GEORGE Medical emergency, promenade, stat! + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- +-END-PART-1-OF-2----CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE---- + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!swrinde!ihnp4.ucsd.edu!pacbell.com!well!baldric +From: baldric@well.sf.ca.us (S. Baldric) +Newsgroups: alt.comedy.british.blackadder,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: (Parody) BLACKADDERLON 59 #2, Part 2 of 2 +Date: 17 Jun 1994 17:17:09 GMT +Organization: The Whole Earth 'Lectronic Link, Sausalito, CA +Lines: 814 +Message-ID: <2tslql$hrg@nkosi.well.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: well.sf.ca.us +X-Newsreader: NN version 6.5.0 #1 (NOV) + + +BLACKADDERLON 59 #2: The Modulation of Ampla Tuud, Part 2 of 2 + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + Copyright (C) 1994 by Thomas H. Golden, Jr., all rights reserved. No part of + this work may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written + permission from the author, with the exception of 1) brief quotations + embodied in critical articles or reviews, and 2) the complete, unaltered text + of this work, including this disclaimer (or an electronic document containing + same and which has been data-compressed using a lossless algorithm) when used + or reproduced for private and non-commercial use only. + + 'BLACKADDERLON 59' is an unauthorized parody of the 'STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE + NINE', 'BABYLON 5' and 'BLACKADDER' television series. None of the + individuals or companies associated with these series or with any merchandise + based upon these series, nor any real person or company mentioned in 'BLACK- + ADDERLON 59', has in any way consented to appear in, approved, sponsored, or + authorized it. Any references made to real persons or companies in 'BLACK- + ADDERLON 59' are totally fictional, used with satiric intent only, and should + not be construed as having any resemblance whatsoever to reality. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +-PART-2-OF-2--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE---- + + ACT III + +INT. SICKBAY -- LATER THAT AFTERNOON + +AMPLA lays unconscious on an intensive care bed, her vital +signs being monitored by sensors which sound like not only a bass +guitar, but a whole rhythm section. BLACKADDER, GEORGE, FLASHEART and +TUUD look on from behind the window between the sickbay and the +waiting room. + +INT. SICKBAY WAITING ROOM + +BLACKADDER, GEORGE and TUUD brood while FLASHEART borders on hysteria. + +FLASHEART Here lies Francis Tiberius Flasheart. He tried + to follow in his brother's footsteps and got + stepped on. You know what they'll do. First, + they'll courtmartial me, then they'll draw and + quarter me and pack me into little cans and sell + me as dog food! Hahahahahahahahaha! But I'm not + going alone. Nosiree! I'm taking you ALL with + me! There'll be George flavor dog food, and + Blackadder flavor dog food, and -- + +GEORGE Sir, you're getting a bit tense again. + +GEORGE quickly injects FLASHEART with some tranquilizer. FLASHEART +immediately relaxes. + +FLASHEART Oooooh, birdies! + +FLASHEART drops to the floor. George tabs a small viewscreen/keypad +embedded in the wall. + +GEORGE Nurse, The commander has had another of his fits. + Would you check to see that his usual room in + sickbay is ready and bring a stretcher and the + double-strength restraining jacket? We don't + want a repeat of last time. + +GEORGE removes his finger from the keypad and shakes his head. + +GEORGE Dreadful. Dropping like flies. Simply dreadful. + +A couple of ORDERLIES pick up FLASHEART and carry him off. + +BLACKADDER But, fortunately, George, no one has died, in + spite of your care. + +TUUD You mean she'll survive? + +GEORGE Oh, yes, of course. She'll be unconscious for a + while longer, but she'll be good as new in a + couple of days. + +TUUD That's a relief. + +GEORGE Y'know, I really should have studied Pejorative + culture in greater depth. For example, until + today, I had no idea that most Pejorative + clothing is resistant to fire from most + stun-guns. + +BLACKADDER Yes, well, we are all appropriately thankful for + that Ripleyesque tidbit, believe it or not. + +GEORGE Y'know, Edmund, I just noticed something strange. + +BLACKADDER Oh? You passed a mirror? + +GEORGE No! I mean, where are all the Pejorative + journalists? Shouldn't we have been overrun + with them by now? + +TUUD Oh, didn't you hear? I instituted a press + blackout. + +BLACKADDER (Disdain and mock admiration) Of course, they + didn't know they were being blacked out, did + they? + +TUUD I told them to gather on the shuttle 4Q2 for a + press conference. Then, I shut the door and + auto-launched them back to the planet. In my + opinion, the only good news-blatter is a deaf + one. + +BLACKADDER Major, did it ever occur to you that the assassin + might have been on the shuttle, and that you just + set him free? + +TUUD (Surprise) I hadn't thought of that. + +BLACKADDER And that, my dear Major Tuud, is why I run + security and you storm about in your jackboots, + striking macho postures and engaging in random + acts of wanton destruction with Chief Nobrain. + +DELUXX enters, minimally acknowledging the others and walking straight +up to BLACKADDER. + +DELUXX Well, hello, tall, dark and duty-bound. I've got + something for you. + +DELUXX opens her mouth ... + +BLACKADDER Aaah'ghahd, not that prehensile inner tongue of + yours again... + +We look at DELUXX again, and see that she has a Trivial Pursuit card on +her tongue. She slowly peels it off, grabs BLACKADDER's hand, places the +card in his palm, and wraps his hand around it. + +DELUXX If anyone asks where you got it, just tell them + you were just squeezing it in your hand. Ta! + +DELUXX exits past GEORGE, whose jaw has dropped, and a smirking, +eyebrow-arching TUUD. TUUD picks up a convenient sickbay towel... + +TUUD Looks like you need to towel off, Constable. + +...and throws it to BLACKADDER. + +TUUD Here. + +BLACKADDER Even though your grandmother is hovering between + life and death, you can find time to engage in + male bonding rituals with the less butch members + of the crew. Tell me, when grandma over there + finally snuffs it, are you going to have her + stuffed and mounted, or just dump her in a + Pejorative Neptune Society maggot bin? + +TUUD Blackadder! You just don't get it. I'm tough. + I'm Pejorative. + +GEORGE Y'got that right! + +TUUD We're fighters. We're roarers. We're pukers. + +BLACKADDER You're bonkers. + +TUUD That too. We're hardened to the realities of the + galaxy. + +BLACKADDER You're crass, insensitive, cheap, cruel and noisy. + And, despite the fact that I find women with any three + of those elements sexually irresistible, you somehow + still manage to repel me in the most basic way. + +TUUD We're-we're ... + +First one tear falls down TUUD's cheek, then another, then a river. + +TUUD We're full of it! + +TUUD, sobbing, runs out of the sickbay. + +BLACKADDER George, when you can drop a Pejorative at ten paces + armed only with your native intelligence and your + tongue, you can laugh in the face of fear. Drop + your trousers and moon terror. + +GEORGE Or plant a 'Kick Me Hard' sign on the back of the Grim + Reaper himself? + +BLACKADDER Quite. + +INT. BLACKADDER'S OFFICE -- THAT EVENING + +BLACKADDER, finishing dinner at his desk, is looking over the Trivial +Pursuit card. + +BLACKADDER 'What do Ampla Tuud and Lyndon B. Johnson have + in common?' Deluxx must be growing tired of + dessicating me through sex, and is now intent + upon exhausting me mentally. + +BLACKADDER leans back. TUUD, standing outside, gets his attention. +He pushes a button, opening the door to his office. TUUD enters. + +BLACKADDER Yes? + +TUUD I just wanted you to know that, well, when I left + sickbay, I wasn't crying. + +BLACKADDER Of course not. + +TUUD I-I had something in my eye. + +BLACKADDER Well, if you had a medical problem, I would understand + your desire to get away from Dr. George's sickbay + at all costs. + +TUUD I went back a little while ago. She looks so... + vulnerable. So peaceful. + +BLACKADDER Absolutely nothing like real life. + +TUUD When my parents died, she raised my sisters and me. + Have I ever told you about when I was a little + girl on Pejor -- + +BLACKADDER No, and I don't really want to know. Good + evening. + +TUUD Blackadder! Don't shut me out like that! + +BLACKADDER Look, if you're going to open up to me and demon- + strate how sensitive you've become since you + started working with us spockless humans, and how + it's made you a better Pejorative, I'll use this + (opens drawer and pulls out a meat tenderizing hammer) + meat tenderizer I found in my desk to test how + sensitive you really are. + +TUUD (Sobbing) I'm sorry. I-I-- + +BLACKADDER Yes, come on, spit it out. + +TUUD pulls out a handkerchief from her pocket and dabs at her eyes. +She puts the handkerchief back in her pocket, much to BLACKADDER's +surprise. + +BLACKADDER For a moment, I thought you were going to blow. + +TUUD Premother Ampla really likes you. She said she thought + you had real spocks. + +BLACKADDER How comforting. I presume you told her how unlikely it + is that she will ever get to see them, in or out of + their natural habitat? + +TUUD What I mean is, she said that I misjudged you. + +BLACKADDER (Sneering) You have no idea of the pain I suffered at + the thought that you hadn't taken the time to know + the real me. + +TUUD You're not going to make this easy, are you. + +BLACKADDER Would you? + +TUUD I-I guess not. Look, there's something I think you + ought to know. It's not easy for me to say this, but -- + +TUUD is cut off by the ringing of BLACKADDER's viewscreen. + +BLACKADDER Saved by the bell! + +BLACKADDER presses the viewscreen-answer button. GEORGE appears onscreen. + +BLACKADDER What do you want, George? + +GEORGE It's Ampla Tuud. Ambassador G'Whiz, or a Yarn dressed + like him, came in here just now and, well, he forked + her. + +BLACKADDER Language! + +GEORGE No, no, forked her! Took a fork and stabbed her with + it. Repeatedly! He screamed something about a + sausage-maker or or some such. + +BLACKADDER We're on our way. + +BLACKADDER turns off the viewscreen, and he and TUUD rush out the door. + +FADE OUT. + + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT IV + +INT. SECURITY INTERROGATION ROOM, LATER THAT EVENING + +BLACKADDER and G'WHIZ sit opposite each other at a table. On the table +in front of BLACKADDER is a place setting of exquisite-looking china. +On the plate is a serving of yummy salad; a bowl of soup is on standby +on his right and a piece of pie on his left. G'WHIZ, handcuffed to his +chair and illuminated by a very bright spotlight coming from behind +BLACKADDER, is on the edge of hysteria. They have apparently been +at this for a couple of hours. + +G'WHIZ But I SWEAR to you, Constable, I was in my quarters + when it happened. + +BLACKADDER I'd like to believe you. + +G'WHIZ Look, if I had DONE it, I'd just claim DIPloMATic + imMUNity and BUGger off back to the Yarn home world! + I subMITted to this because I want to PROVE my + INNOcence! + +BLACKADDER Of course, of course. Now, let's go over the details + one more time, while I eat this salad. Hmmm, which + fork do I use? (Picks up a spoon) This one, I think! + +BLACKADDER picks at the salad with the spoon. G'WHIZ is so appalled at +this blatant flaunting of table manners that he starts to break down. + +G'WHIZ No, not that! The fork! The FORK! + +BLACKADDER I think I'll have dessert as my first course! + +G'WHIZ NOOOOOOOO! + +BLACKADDER Confess! Confess! + +G'WHIZ I CONFESS! I CONFESS! I've used monoSOdium GLUtamate + on occasion! + +BLACKADDER You did what? + +G'WHIZ (Sobbing) I've served MEAT even though I acciDENtally + dropped it on the FLOOR during preparation. I-I've + used FROZEN vegetables even when FRESH ones were + available. I've mixed up the SALad and DINner + forks. And gotten aWAY with it, until NOW! + +BLACKADDER Go on. + +G'WHIZ (Blubbering) I-I like Chicken McNUGgets, even though I + don't know what's in them! And, and, I preFER FRYing TO + FLAME BROILing! (Breaks down) + +BLACKADDER All right, I'm satisfied. You're not guilty. + +BLACKADDER gets up, walks over to G'WHIZ and unlocks his handcuffs. + +BLACKADDER You're free to go. Now, get out of here, you, you, + McNugget fancier! + +G'WHIZ, stung by the words 'McNugget fancier', starts blubberring again +as he exits. BLACKADDER leans back in his chair and smiles. + +BLACKADDER Some days the job is its own reward. + + +INT. GEORGE'S OFFICE -- THE NEXT MORNING + +GEORGE is filling out electronic paperwork when his viewscreen rings. + +SFX: 'WOOF-WOOF-WOOF'S FROM ARSENIO HALL SHOW + +GEORGE Oh crikey, who is it now? + +GEORGE answers the viewscreen. BLACKADDER is calling. + +GEORGE Yes, Edmund? + +BLACKADDER How's the patient? + +GEORGE It was touch-and-go for a while, but we managed + to stabilize her condition. She had a quiet + night. I still say she'll recover. However, if + she tries to drink liquids, she may irrigate the + Promenade instead! + +BLACKADDER George! + +GEORGE Sorry, just a little bedside humor. Don't worry, + she's a real fighter. She isn't that easy to + kill. + +BLACKADDER It's only appropriate that she's attended to by a + physician who isn't that easy to take. + +GEORGE Any clues on the, errm, 'meat-grinder' reference? + +BLACKADDER Not yet. Don't worry, though, If I find + anything, I assure you that you'll be the last + to know. + +GEORGE Meat-grinder. Damn strange thing to say, don't + you think? What does it mean, I wonder? + +BLACKADDER I don't know. But I believe that everything in + this universe has some meaning, apart from + Garibaldric's existence and your medical degree, + of course. Blackadder out. + +The viewscreen goes blank. GEORGE smiles, then adopts the puzzled +expression of a really dim individual who believes he just may have +been insulted, but he's not sure how. + +SFX: DOORBELL + +GEORGE Come! + +G'WHIZ enters. + +G'WHIZ Pepto-BISmol and a hearty breakfast greeting to you, + Doctor George. Can you spare a moment? + +GEORGE Absolutely. Is that about that, errm, nasty complaint + from a while back? + +G'WHIZ Oh, no, no, and I haven't seen THOSE females since you + administered my CURE. + +GEORGE Glad to hear it. Well, then, what did you want to see + me about? + +G'WHIZ I was WONdering if you happened to acquire a new + ORderly within the past few revoLUtions. + + +INT. COMMANDER'S CONFERENCE ROOM -- THE NEXT MORNING + +FLASHEART, somewhat rested and recovered, chairs the meeting. BLACKADDER, +GEORGE, TUUD, NOBRAIN and JUSTA DUK are in attendance. + +FLASHEART As you all know, there have been two attempts on + Madame Tuud in the past twenty-four hours. I've + called this meeting to determine two things: + first, who is going to take the blame for this + instead of me; and second, how I can get back to + Earth before UNPLUG Central hears about this. + +BLACKADDER Sir, if I may, I think it would be more prudent + to discuss how to get Madame Tuud off the station + and back to Pejor. + +NOBRAIN How about we give her a parachute and seal her in + a large waste disposal pod, fasten some solid + rockets to it, light 'em and watch her go! I can + have it put together and ready in two hours. + +BLACKADDER Chief, and I mean this with the highest regard + for your technical skills, I invite you to do us + all a favor and beat yourself senseless with your + spanner, at your earliest possible convenience. + George, is Madame Tuud well enough to be + transported back home in a medical shuttle? + +GEORGE Well -- + +TUUD Wait! Isn't anyone trying to find out who did + this? + +JUSTA She's, like, Pejorative, isn't she? I mean, + like, who cares? + +TUUD Is she serious? Are you serious? Are you + telling me that you officers, and blonde + symbo-bimbos, from the great United Planets + Universal and Galactic are more concerned with + covering your spocks than seeing that justice is + done? Do you all really feel that way? + +FLASHEART, BLACKADDER, GEORGE, JUSTA, NOBRAIN in unison + Yes, absolutely! + +NOBRAIN It's just a job. We get paid on Thursdays. + +GEORGE Acutally, though, I must admit that I am just a + bit curious about that 'Meat-grinder' reference. + +TUUD Meat-grinder? + +FLASHEART Both times the perp called your grandmother + 'Meat-grinder'. + +TUUD Is that what this is all about? Meat-grinder? + That's my premother's nickname, from the war! + +FADE OUT. + + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT V + +INT. CORRIDOR + +BLACKADDER and GARIBALDRIC are walking down the corridor. + +GARIBALDRIC Sir, you'll be pleased to know I finally located + Chief Nobrain. + +BLACKADDER (Sighs) I'm going to regret this. Where did you + find him? + +GARIBALDRIC In the Commander's conference room, just now. + +BLACKADDER Nothing gets by you, does it, Garibaldric? + +GARIBALDRIC I do my best, sir! + +They pass by a door marked 'ROUND ROOM'. BLACKADDER opens the door. + +BLACKADDER Ah, we've arrived. Garibaldric, go in that room and + sit in the corner until I come back. + +GARIBALDRIC Will do, sir! + +GARIBALDRIC enters the round room. + +GARIBALDRIC Sir, there doesn't appear to be a corner! + +BLACKADDER Right first time! + +BLACKADDER slams the door shut and locks it. + +BLACKADDER Now to get some real work done. + +COMPUTER(VO) Will Edmund Blackadder please go to the white + courtesy viewscreen, you have a call waiting. + Will Edmund Blackadder please go to the white + courtesy viewscreen, you have a call waiting. + +BLACKADDER reaches for his comm bracelet, which he then realizes he +is not wearing. He then ducks into a nearby courtesy viewscreen booth. + +BLACKADDER If only AVALON were important, they'd have issued + lapel-pin communicators you don't forget to put on. + (To viewscreen) This is Edmund Blackadder. + +COMPUTER(VO) Prepare for retinal scan. + +BLACKADDER Damn security measures. When I meet the inventor of + this atrocity, I'm going to -- + +A small mechanical eye on a metal arm pops out from beside the viewscreen. +It gyrates around the cabinet as it searches for BLACKADDER's right eye. +Having located its quarry, it blinks a couple of times, beeps and emits a +red beam at BLACKADDER's pupil for a second or two. + +COMPUTER(VO) Retinal scan confirmed. Password? + +BLACKADDER (Sotto voce) Aah'ghad. Ahem. (Speaking voice) My path + is strewn with cowpads from the Devil's own satanic herd! + +COMPUTER(VO) Password accepted. Standby to begin call. + +GEORGE appears on the viewscreen. He's looking away from his viewscreen +and playing with some stupid executive toy like he's been on hold for quite +a while. + +BLACKADDER Yes, George? + +GEORGE (Surprised) Oh! I forgot. Errm, ahhh, oh yes. + I thought you ought to know immediately. Madame + Tuud has gone, well, missing from sickbay. + +BLACKADDER Is there anything else you want me to know before + I kill you, cut you up into little pieces and + serve you with fava beans and just a pinch of + garlic? + +GEORGE Errm, I don't know. Can you give me a hint? + +BLACKADDER George, how LONG has she been missing? + +GEORGE Oh, about ten minutes or so. I called your + office, but nobody was there. + +BLACKADDER So, why didn't you initiate a security alarm + yourself? + +GEORGE Well, that's the tricky bit. Errrm, I, ahh, + forgot my password, you see. + +BLACKADDER George, you have a mind like a sieve, with a + great big hole in it out of which great massive + clumps fall with a loud 'shplut' to the ground + below. + +COMPUTER (VO from George's office) + Password accepted. Security alert. Security alert. + +GEORGE Of course, I remember now! That's my password! + +BLACKADDER Aah'ghad! Einstein was wrong. The only constant + in the universe is the rate at which karmic dung + falls upon my head! + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +COMPUTER (VO) Security alert. Security alert. + +TUUD Turn off that damned security alert, I can't hear + myself think! + +TECHNICIAN Major, UNPLUG shuttle _Nirvana_ is departing without + authorization from Bay Nine. + +TUUD Punch up Bay Nine on the viewscreen and shut the + doors. + +TUUD mouse-clicks a couple of points on her workstation. + +TUUD Shuttle _Nirvana_, This is AVALON 59. Return to base + immediately. + +TECHNICIAN Too late. + +TUUD Damn! Lock on with tractor beams. Bring it back. + +TECHNICIAN Tractor? + +The TECHNICIAN shrugs, then mouse-clicks a few times on the workstation. + +EFX: EXT. OUTSIDE BAY NINE + +The escaping shuttle is flying toward our POV. AVALON 59 floats in +the distance. + +Close-up to a small door near Bay Nine. The door slides open. A large +horseshoe magnet connected to a heavy-duty metal chain is ejected from +the door, flies quickly through space, and attaches to the shuttle with a +metallic 'thunk'. A couple of metal plates fold out of the sides of the +horseshoe magnet, along with little nozzles marked SUPER-GLUE. The nozzles +spray superglue onto the ship, and the metal plates make contact with the +surface. + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +The AVALON Control Viewscreen shows the view from a camera positioned near +Bay Nine. We see the chain being automatically rolled up and the shuttle +being pulled back. + +TECHNICIAN Tractor locked on. + +TUUD Good. Pull 'em back in. I'm going to Bay Nine. + Contact Blackadder and have him meet me there. + + +INT. BAY NINE + +Shuttle _Nirvana_ rests on the pad, doors closed, surrounded by SECURITY +GUARDS. TUUD enters. + +TUUD Ok, boys, open 'er up. + +One of the SECURITY GUARDS presses some buttons next to the back door +of the shuttle. An eyeball like the one from the courtesy phone pops +out from the panel and scans the guard. A moment passes, then the +back door opens up to reveal a totally empty cabin. TUUD peers in, +then enters the shuttle. + +TUUD Look! On the accelerator! A brick! + +BLACKADDER, sneaks up behind TUUD and looks over her shoulder. + +BLACKADDER Brick on the accelerator. The oldest trick in + the book. (Touching comm bracelet) Security + console, AVALON control. + +BLACKADDER waits for the light on the comm bracelet to go from red to +green, indicating that the connection has been made. + +BLACKADDER It appears that Madame Tuud has decided to leave + us ahead of schedule. Seal off the station. + Blackadder out. (To Tuud) She won't get far. + +TUUD Premother? I don't understand. + +BLACKADDER George informed me that your dear grandmother left + sickbay a little while ago. + +TUUD How do you know she wasn't kidnapped? + +BLACKADDER Well, for one, the sickbay vid monitor log shows + her getting up and walking away under her own + power. Admittedly not the strongest of evidence, + but I personally find it rather compelling. + +A viewscreen along the wall of Bay Nine rings. TUUD answers. It's +AMPLA, from another shuttle. + +AMPLA Hello, stooshie! + +TUUD Premother, where are you? What are you doing? + +AMPLA Got a call. A lobby group on Pejor wants to do + some major sucking up to me, so I had to leave. + What'd you think of my brick on the accelerator + trick? + +TUUD But -- but you were in serious condition! + +AMPLA And now I'm in the UNPLUG shuttle _R._E._M._ It's + all politics, stooshie! Tell Eddie that I'll auto- + launch it back once I'm down and safe. Bye bye! + +The viewscreen goes blank, then rings again. It's a TECHNICIAN from +AVALON control. + +TECHNICIAN Major, we just found Bay Twelve doors open and the + shuttle _R._E._M._ gone. Would you like to pursue + in the _Beatle_ or _Duran_Duran_? + +TUUD No, it's too late. + +TUUD, confused and disillusioned, turns to BLACKADDER for comfort. + +BLACKADDER Don't look at me, I get paid on Thursday. + +TUUD Yeah, right, like I -- + +G'WHIZ enters, carrying APTO TUUD over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. + +G'WHIZ HERE! HERE's your assASSin! + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + PROLOGUE + +INT. BAY NINE + +BLACKADDER and TUUD are stunned as G'WHIZ heaves APTO TUUD off his +shoulder and over to BLACKADDER. + +G'WHIZ While all of you were out PLAYing with your FOOD, + I cut through the FAT and got to the MEAT of the + situation! + +TUUD Cousin Apto? Apto Tuud? + +APTO Yeah, whaddya want? The reptiloid Q-tip here has + been dragging me around the station like I'm some + trophy-grade roseanne-trout! + +TUUD Did you try to kill Premother Ampla? + +APTO Yeah, so? + +TUUD Why? + +APTO She ASKED me. + +BLACKADDER, TUUD, G'WHIZ + Whaaaat? + +APTO She ASKED me! Said the sympathy'd enable her to + get any legislation she wanted passed without a + problem! + +BLACKADDER Of course! Lyndon Johnson, United States + President, late twentieth century, got boatloads + of laws passed when his predecessor had that + unfortunate incident with the grassy knoll. It + took them decades to finally replace those + unsightly 'Beautify America' flower bushes with + sensible concrete barriers down the middle of + their major highways. + +TUUD But why mention 'Meat-grinder'? + +APTO You want I should yell 'Hello, Auntie Ampla, I'm + faking an assassination attempt on you like you + asked me to'? + +TUUD I'll take him to holding for you, Constable. + +BLACKADDER Don't do that. Pejorative on Pejorative is not our + jurisdiction, I'm afraid. Send him back to Pejor. + Use that vehicle Chief Nobrain mentioned earlier. + +TUUD (Smiling) Riiiiiight. Come along, Apto! + +G'WHIZ Well, CONStable, another PLATE filled with PROBlems + for our beloved AVALON 59 has been conSUMED and + made CLEAN again. + +BLACKADDER No hard feelings, eh, Ambassador? Things can't + return to normal too soon for me. + +We hear yelling in the corridor outside Bay Nine. FLASHEART, in +a restraint jacket, is being hauled to sickbay by a couple of +ORDERLIES. + +FLASHEART I am NOT sick! I just need to be PRUNED! + +BLACKADDER Did I say normal? I meant 'usual'. + +FADE OUT. + + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + THE END + + (CLOSING CREDITS) + +-END-PART-2-OF-2----CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE--------CUT-HERE---- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/blkadr59.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/blkadr59.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dc3f1617 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/blkadr59.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2566 @@ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + Copyright (C) 1993 by Thomas H. Golden, Jr., all rights reserved. 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Any references made to real persons or companies in 'BLACK- + ADDERLON 59' are totally fictional, used with satiric intent only, and should + not be construed as having any resemblance whatsoever to reality. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + + + B L A C K A D D E R L O N 5 9 + ------------------------------- + AN UNAUTHORIZED PARODY by Tom Golden + + Story #1 + 'EMISSIONARY' + by Tom Golden + + + O U R H Y P O T H E T I C A L C A S T + + UNPLUG PERSONNEL + + Admiral-General Lord Flasheart, Stud + (cameo) ............................. RIK MAYALL (Young Ones/Bl'adder) + Cmdr. Francis Flasheart, Wimp ........ GRANT SHAUD (Murphy Brown) + Maj. Adi Tuud, Pejorative ............ SUZIE PLAKSON (Love & War) + Lt. Cmdr. Edmund Blackadder, Earther . ROWAN ATKINSON (Blackadder) + Dr. George Cremator, Earther ......... HUGH LAURIE (Blackadder) + Chief Milo Nobrain, Earther .......... TIM ALLEN (Home Improvement) + Lt. Justa Duk, Drill + - Duk, the Hand Puppet Symbiont ... VO 'Barney the Dinosaur' + - Justa, the Humanoid Host ........ CHRISTINA APPLEGATE (MWC) + Deputy Garibaldric, Unknown .......... TONY ROBINSON (Blackadder) + + AMBASSADORS + + G'Whiz, Yarn Ambassador .............. STEPHEN FRY (Blackadder) + Deluxx, Cardigan Ambassador .......... MIRANDA RICHARDSON (Blackadder) + Light Mauve, Orlon Ambassador ........ (Appears via SFX) + + + PEJORATIVE RELIGIOUS PERSONS + + Guy Pacman (cameo) ....................JON LOVITZ (SNL) + Donee (cameo) .........................DONNY OSMOND (Remember?) + Guy Edna ..............................DAME EDNA EVEREDGE (Experience) + + + + GUIDE TO PRONUNCIATION + + Adi Tuud ..................... AD-uh TOOD + Deluxx ....................... just like 'deluxe' + Pejor ........................ puh-JORE + G'Whiz ....................... gee-WHIZ + Deluxx ....................... de-LUX + Guy .......................... rhymes with 'eye' + Oznabrag ..................... OZ-nuh-brag + Pyoochh ...................... p-YOU-khh (khh like in chutzpah) + Aah'ghahd .................... (Author's attempt to construct + a homophone to R. Atkinson's + unique manner of mumbling 'Oh + gawd' in a deadpan, yet higher- + pitched tone of voice to denote + exasperation due to incredulity + or a sudden realization) + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + COLD OPENING + +SPACE -- PEJORATIVE SOLAR SYSTEM + +We are floating in space. A bright red star shines in the distance. + +(For background music, use the first 8 notes of Blackadder, arranged +in the manner of 'Star Trek' intro) + +An audibly elderly Garibaldric narrates. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Space. The biggest, darkest, coldest, biggest place there + is. Really. + +An empty, discarded tin can moves quickly into view from our left, +appearing to bounce off the camera lens and knocking our POV toward +our right. We follow the can as it moves away to our right and toward... + +SPACE -- EXT. EXPENSIVE SPACE STATION + +A majestic, sparkling, really expensive-looking space station. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC This is the story of AVALON 59, the third, er, + fourth to the last, er, well, it was right up there + near the end of the AVALON series of SpaceBases + constructed by the Earth-based federation known + as the United Planets, Universal and Galactic -- + "UNPLUG". + + AVALON 59 was placed in orbit around the neutral + planet Pejor. Pejor was neutral, because the + Pejoratives were so obnoxious that no government + wanted to have anything to do with them. So, this + was the perfect place for a SpaceBase with the mission + of fostering better relations among the major powers. + + As the name implies, there were 58 AVALON Space- + Bases before this one -- they met unfortunate + or suspicious ends... + +SPACE -- EXT. SPACE STATION EXPLODING + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Nineteen were sabotaged by various factions and blew up. + +SPACE -- EXT. PARTIALLY BUILT SPACE STATION + +A partially completed skeleton of another space station. A large +billboard keeping station nearby, reads: + + COMING SOON + A NEW SPACE BASE AND SHOPPING CENTER + FROM EMETIB INDUSTRIES + FINANCING BY BCCI + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Fourteen were only partially built and had to be scrapped + due to contractor overbilling or government cutbacks. + They were abandoned and stripped clean by galactic + hoodlums; + +INT. SPACECRUISER LOUNGE + +A large, plush room. An alien conducts an auction sale of the +lovely space station visible outside the panoramic, floor-to-ceiling +viewport at the rear of the lounge. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Eleven were reposessed and sold to speculators by the + Galactic Resolution Trust Bureaucracy; + +SPACE -- EXT. IN ORBIT AROUND EARTH + +Earth orbit, literally filled with thousands of satellites, cans, +wrenches, nuts, bolts and several space stations. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC The first nine were built and left in Earth orbit because + nobody could figure out how to get them to Pejor; the + third fell out of orbit and rained destruction on Disney + World, but curiously left the nearby MGM theme park + unscathed. + +SPACE -- EMPTY SPACE + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Four simply disappeared, although one of them was later + seen in another quadrant, run completely by Elvis clones. + But that's just a rumor. + +SPACE -- EXT. SPACE STATION EXPLODING + +VO:GARIBALDRIC AVALON 42 was destroyed in a collision with an ark + carrying people calling themselves Golgafrinchams, in + an incident whose improbability was later described as + infinite. + +SPACE -- EXT. EXPENSIVE SPACE STATION + +VO:GARIBALDRIC AVALON 59. Light-years of great parking, deck after + deck of really cool shopping and loads of messy + intrigue. + +SUPER: STILL PHOTO OF BLACKADDER + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Oh yeah, I can't tell you about AVALON 59 without + mentioning Edmund Blackadder, its security chief. + +SUPER: STILL PHOTO OF GEORGE + +VO:GARIBALDRIC And Dr. George Cremator'd get cross if I left him out. + He was the base doctor. Y'know, he won Kevorkian Prize + three years running. + +SUPER: STILL PHOTO OF TUUD + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Now, who was she...Oh yeah, Major Adi Tuud. + She was the Pejorative first officer. They assigned + her to AVALON because none of the other Pejoratives + could stand her -- and that's saying something. + +SUPER: STILL PHOTO OF AMBASSADORS G'WHIZ, DELUXX AND LIGHT MAUVE + +VO:GARIBALDRIC The ambassadors from the major alien governments-- + G'Whiz of the Yarn Republic, Deluxx of the Cardigan + Empire, and Light Mauve of the Orlon Collection... + +SPACE -- EXT. EXPENSIVE SPACE STATION + +Our POV, which has been moving around the space station, freezes. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC ...and the Professor and Mary Ann. Oh yeah, and me, + Garibaldric. I'm a shapeshifter; been one all my + life. When I'm not being shifty, my natural form + is a kind of gelatin. I've been told I taste like + lime with a just a hint of lamb; good thing they + go together. My first memory is when someone on + AVALON rescued me -- they found me drifting...er, + dripping through the airlock. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT I + +The camera pulls back to reveal that we have been looking at a +picture of a spacestation hanging on the wall of... + +INT. BLACKADDER'S OFFICE -- MORNING + +A functional, though unappealing office with stacks of computer disks +and printouts lying around. The caption beneath the picture of the +expensive space station reads: + + AVALON 59 + ORIGINAL DESIGN + (BEFORE THE 'BUY EARTHIAN' OVERCHARGING SCANDAL) + +Next to it is a photo of the real AVALON 59, looking a lot like a very large +Thermos bottle in orbit and rotating along its central core. + +Blackadder sullenly reads security reports. Without looking to be sure, +he grabs a convenient cup of coffee and takes a sip. + +BLACKADDER Bleeeach! + +Blackadder spits the coffee out into an adjacent trashcan, then throws +the whole cup in. He swivels back to his desk. While he continues to +read, the contents of the receptacle congeal and coalesce into the form +of Garibaldric, Blackadder's shapeshifting assistant. + +BLACKADDER Ah, Garibaldric. You certainly left a bad taste in + my mouth, but then again, you always do. + +GARIBALDRIC Morning, Constable B! Sorry, I guess I fell asleep. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric, how many times must I tell you? First, + I am _NOT_ a _Constable_; second, you're not allowed + to sleep on the job, not even in my coffee cup; and + third -- + +Blackadder picks up the coffee cup. + +GARIBALDRIC Third? + +BLACKADDER Third... + +Blackadder pauses for dramatic effect, then smashes the coffee cup over +Garibaldric's head. Garibaldric drops to the floor. + +BLACKADDER (Sigh) I've forgotten. I'm sure it'll come back to me. + +Blackadder pauses, noting that Garibaldric has not reverted to his natural +gelatinous form despite being unconscious. He decides to amuse himself +by hurling some rhetorical abuse at Garibaldric's still form. + +BLACKADDER Oh, Garibaldric, by the way, while you're unconscious, + don't revert back to your natural form, there's a good + chap? You might give me the impression that you can do it + at will, and then you'd be useful, and where would we + be then? Not in this rathole, that's for certain. + +On the wall adjacent to Blackadder's desk, a viewscreen (two-way audio- +visual communication device resembling a flat-panel 27 inch video +display) flashes a visual cue indicating that someone is calling. +As the cue flashes, the viewscreen also rings like a vintage telephone. +Blackadder pushes a button to answer the call. Tuud's face +appears onscreen. She is calling from the commander's office. + +BLACKADDER Yes, Major? + +During the course of the call, Garibaldric gradually manages to pick +himself up off the floor and dust himself off. + +TUUD Constable, I just got word that UNPLUG has finally gotten + around to assigning us a new base commander, and he'll + be arriving in a couple of hours. Of course, UNPLUG didn't + bother to tell us -- I found out through unofficial + channels. + +BLACKADDER Ambassador G'Whiz ate too many cubes of hallucinogenic + head cheese again, got drunk and insisted on shouting + your ear off? + +TUUD Exactly. + +BLACKADDER How many cubes of H. H. C. did it take this time? + +TUUD Seven. + +BLACKADDER That means we're nearly out. I'll make a note to + extort -- er, obtain a fresh supply. + +TUUD Blackadder, are we ready? Is the base secure? + +BLACKADDER Yes, none of the vacuum toilets are connected directly to + the outside, if that's what you mean. My people are + also keeping a watchful eye on the only known homicidal + sociopath currently on base. + +TUUD (Surprised) Who is it? + +BLACKADDER You, of course. + +TUUD Look, mafioso dearest, you better check everything out + really well, because if another commander gets sucked + out into space the first time he flushes -- + +Tuud is distracted by some off-viewscreen technicians cleaning out +the office. + +TUUD Wait -- what are you doing? Stop that! You're -- + You're not throwing it all away! You are _not_throwing_ + _it_all_away_! Put it down! NOW! + +They apparently put the trash down and leave. + +TUUD (Sigh) They want me to move my things out of here because + the Commander's arriving. Anyway, if you play another + of your little practical jokes and have me courtmartialed + for vacuum toilet sabotage again, I am personally going + to come after you and do to you what Pejorative females + have been doing to useless males like you for generations! + +Tuud hangs up on Blackadder. + +BLACKADDER (Raises an eyebrow) Withhold sex? I didn't know you + cared! + +GARIBALDRIC Sir, they've gone and done it again! They've passed you + over! What are we going to do? + +BLACKADDER Well, for one, we won't allow our macho Chief of Operations, + Milo 'Oh, what a big spanner I have' Nobrain, to fix any + plumbing problems in the Commander's quarters this time. + It's bad enough that I had to cover up for him and distract + the Major with that courtmartial. The Chief may be cracked... + like... a large cracked thing with little cracks along its + edges, but he can be controlled. It could be much worse. + +GARIBALDRIC I could be Chief Engineer. + +BLACKADDER Precisely. That would be much worse. No, Garibaldric, + it appears that, once again, the gods have turned their + backs on me, pulled down their elegant silken robes, + and exposed the divine boils on their Olympic backsides. + The senile gerontocracy at UNPLUG Central _still_ + consider me a risk. + +GARIBALDRIC Because you're dishonest, corrupt and would sell your + own grandmother for a cuppa H. H. C.? + +BLACKADDER No, not that. They all do that, otherwise they wouldn't + be UNPLUG Central. No, it's that damned twenty-four hour + period I spent on Pejor -- that I can't remember. + +GARIBALDRIC But how could you remember it if you said you couldn't + remember? + +BLACKADDER No, I remembered that I can't remember the specifics. + It's like when you try to follow written instructions. + + (Sigh) Aah'ghahd, It's not as if I want to be ruler + of the galaxy and sole husbandoid to some beautiful + five-breasted alien nymphomaniac Queen Asphyxia or + anything -- although, mind you, I wouldn't turn that + down. If I _am_ doomed to spend the rest of my career + on this sad little space base in the middle of nowhere, + orbiting the planet of the enormous bile repositories, + I will do so as its commander. Then, I can send _other_ + people out to be killed or maimed while I dine on + commander's quarters room service -- like Pejorative + roseanne-trout caviar with Cardigan oznabrag dip. + And, free use of the commander's VR chair anytime + I want. That's all I want. It's not so much to ask. + +GARIBALDRIC I have a _cunning_plan_! + +BLACKADDER Let me guess. Does it involve sleeping with Admiral- + General Lord Flasheart? + +GARIBALDRIC That's amazing! You read my mind! + +BLACKADDER It's not difficult; your mind could pass for the top half + of any of those eye charts down in sickbay. (Pauses) + And it'd be easier to read -- the eye charts have more + letters. Well, I'm out of ideas; I've tried everything. + I have fewer ideas than a video network executive + after a lobotomy -- and neutering. Except -- + +GARIBALDRIC Except? + +BLACKADDER I've got it! I'll get the promotion the _old_fashioned_ + way! + +GARIBALDRIC You're going to sleep with the Admiral-General? + +BLACKADDER No, I'll _earn_ it! Instead of fleecing rich, dim + tourists with made-up customs duties, padding my + expense account and acting as the main source of + H. H. C. on the base, I'll do it strictly by the + numbers! I'll... I'll round up all the corrupt + shopkeepers and even clamp down on the casino. + +GARIBALDRIC But you can't do that, sir! No one will be left to pay + you protection money. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric, sometimes one must be bloody evil to + those who don't count to be seen as doing good by + those who do. Yes, I'll be a paragon of justice + and virtue! I'll stand out like a good thumb on + this hairy, unwashed fist... then they'll be + _forced_ to make me commander. + +Blackadder pauses and screws up his face at the thought of being a good +guy, even for the darkest of reasons. + +BLACKADDER Naaaaaah! + +George enters. + +GEORGE I haven't even asked you to open your mouth and + already you're saying 'Ahhhhh!' Good morning, + Constable! Good morning, Garibaldric! + +GARIBALDRIC G'morning, Dr. George! + +BLACKADDER George, don't call me _constable_! + +GEORGE But it's such a really _roaring_ title. _Lieutenant_ + _Commander_ is so long and boring. Boooo-ring! It's + just the _Dull_ Asteroid Belt, circling the star + Yawn-o-rama. + +BLACKADDER Look, I don't call you _Doctor_, so you don't call me + _Constable_. All right? + +GEORGE Well, there's one difference. + +BLACKADDER And that is? + +GEORGE You don't call me Doctor because you don't believe that + I am one. + +BLACKADDER George, of course I believe you're a doctor. Why wouldn't + I believe someone with a medical degree written in crayon + from the 'Tristan Farnon Memorial Veterinary Teaching + Hospital'? + +GEORGE That's _exactly_ the question I keep asking. You'd be + surprised how many people around here feel exactly + as you do. Anyway, I'm going to the airlock lounge + to greet our new commander. Aren't you coming? + +BLACKADDER No, George, I'm washing my hair. + +GEORGE Really? It doesn't look like you need -- (Catches on) + Oh, I get it, it doesn't interest you. + +BLACKADDER (Mocking George) It launches me into orbit around the + star Yawn-o-rama. When he wants to see me, he can + bloody well come here. + +GEORGE I don't understand you sometimes, Constable. I would + think that something like this would be just the hot + core of the Excitement Nebula for everyone. It's not + every day we get a new commander! + +BLACKADDER More like every _other_ day! + +GEORGE Ah, I see. The psychologist in me sees that you're + venting your bitterness at being passed over. Oh + well, Edmund, cheer up! They'll never give you + the job -- that's just the way the orbit decays. + Learn to live with it, that's my expert opinion! + Garibaldric, you coming? + +GARIBALDRIC Wouldn't miss it for the world! + +George and Garibaldric leave. + +BLACKADDER George, you're somewhere in the Stupid Quadrant, on a + collision course with the Head-Up-Your Black Hole. + Computer, is the personnel file on our new base commander + available yet? + +VO:COMPUTER Yes. + +BLACKADDER Computer, give me the personnel file on our new commander. + +VO:COMPUTER You do not have authorization to view that file. + +BLACKADDER But I'm the _Chief_of_Security_, you no good network + of -- (Stops himself upon realizing he's arguing with + a computer) Computer, authorization name Bryan Ferry, + code zero-one-two-three-four, user routine 'SCREW U'. + +VO:COMPUTER Access denied. Divide by zero error. Server failure. + Pipe cleaner helium chicken soup. Bypassing. Continuing. + Reattempting to ferret your walrus. Continuing. + +BLACKADDER I do so love sticking it to dim computers! + +VO:COMPUTER Francis Flasheart, Commander, SpaceBase AVALON 59. + +The viewscreen displays a picture of Fran Flasheart. He looks like +a deer who has just seen four massive and bright Halogen headlamps +speeding in his direction at forty miles per second. Blackadder +grimaces. + +BLACKADDER Flasheart? Fran...Flasheart? Aah'ghahd, it had to + happen. Our beloved Admiral-General finally ran out + of cronies to pay off, so he's starting on his family. + Computer, service record? + +VO:COMPUTER Graduated, Neurotic Boarding School, upstate New York, + Earth. Graduated, Point UNPLUG Academy. Served 3 years, + SpaceFreighter USS Ethel Merman. Served 2 years, + SpaceCruiser USS Paul Tsongas. Battlefield promotion to + Captain, USS Tsongas when all officers abandoned ship, + served until its destruction ten minutes later by the + Borgnine. Captured by Borgnine, immediately returned as + unassimilatable and a drag on their collective + consciousness. Served 3 years in cushy desk job. + Younger brother of Supreme Admiral-General Lord Flasheart. + +On the viewscreen, a blinking caption at the bottom appears: + + YOUNGER BROTHER OF LORD FLASHEART + ADVISORY: MAJOR STRINGS WERE PULLED + +BLACKADDER That's all I need -- to wet-nurse old Flush-arse's little + brother. + +VO:COMPUTER A personal message from Admiral-General Lord Flasheart + has just arrived. Shall I display it? + +BLACKADDER Computer, yes. + +Admiral-General Lord Flasheart's image appears on the viewscreen. + +LORD FLASH Well, hello, Slackbladder! I wanted to be the FIRST + to tell you; I pulled some MAJOR strings to get little + brother on BOARD as your C. O.! There were some FOLKS + who suggested, get this, that YOU should be KICKED + upSTAIRS, but, you know about that old amNESIA thing, and + besides, we both know that only a FLASHEART has the + eQUIPment for that quadrant of SPACE! WOOF! + + OK, I know what you're saying. You're disappointed -- + You're getting Fran and not me. Only _I_ can be ME, and + the women of the UNIVERSE wouldn't HAVE it any other WAY! + Hey, there are people who DRILL all the way through their + PLANETS just so they can get a THRILL when I fly my personal + SPACECRUISER through the HOLE! WOOF WOOF! But, + he IS a FLASHEART, so he has what it (thrusts pelvis) + TAKES -- and I'm sure that you're just the man to see + to it that the REST of him gets JUST as big to match. + WOOF! WOOF! + + Oh, BY the way, your former fiancee, you remember, + Bobbie, says 'Hello!' -- well, actually, most of the + time she's with me, she's HOWLING so LOUDly she doesn't + even reMEMBER what day it is or her own NAME, much + less her dull old SLACKbladder, but I thought I'd + show proper FORM. Well, gotta go -- take care and + don't MESS up, or I'll have to COME over and personally + KILL you! + +The viewscreen goes blank. Blackadder, worn from years of this type +of swashbuckling bombast from his old Academy buddy, Lord Flash, bears +no animosity -- only contempt. + +BLACKADDER Git! + +The Cardigan ambassador, Deluxx, sashays into the office and right +up to Blackadder. Deluxx is beautiful, with pale blue-white skin, +and her blue-white hair pulled up in an alien-style bun in back. +She looks like a live, life-size porcelain doll. + +DELUXX Hello, Edmund. Aren't you going to greet the new + commander? + +BLACKADDER Well, Ambassador Deluxx, what a totally expected surprise. + +DELUXX Ambassador? How formal you are today, Edmund. You + seem so detached -- not like the man with whom I spent + Friday night all covered in home-made Cardigan oznabrag + dip and warm cranberry sauce. + +BLACKADDER Not distant, nor unwilling; just exhausted -- and full. + You know, a woman with your talent is wasted as a mere + diplomat. You should resign and get a job in, say, the + erotic cinema on Earth. + +DELUXX Would you be mine forever if I did? + +BLACKADDER Deluxx, I'm yours for as long as you have a tongue and + the skill to use it. + +DELUXX You really know how to flatter a diplomat, don't you. + +BLACKADDER (Pause) Oh, I see. Ummm, I suppose you could take it + that way, too. + +DELUXX Oooh, you naughty boy... But you never answered my first + question. Aren't you going to greet the new commander? + +BLACKADDER No, I thought I'd stand here and get in a few more reps + of Kegel exercises. + +Delux sashays forward toward Edmund. + +DELUXX Mmmmm, how would you like a freshly washed, hot Cardigan + to wrap around you when you're done? + +BLACKADDER (Trying to look cold and uncaring, yet really, + really turned on) Ummm, okay. + +Blackadder and Deluxx embrace in a manner reminiscent of two earthworms +mating. + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +A large, rather empty room with a viewscreen covering the majority +of one wall. As one might expect with the low-budget nightmare +that is called AVALON 59, lighted ads for Sony and Safeway flank +the viewscreen. + +Control is essentially a crude reproduction of Houston Mission +Control, with several long fold-up tables on which reside 20-30 +futuristic, yet familiar PC's/workstations with mouse devices. +Of course, the mouse pads are made of some amazingly futuristic +material, with the 'MOUSEPADCORP/Formerly IBM' logo imprinted in +bold, bright letters. The chairs are cheap, and used, and, like +everything else, crudely bolted to the floor, wheels (if any) +intact. Velcro strips connected to each arm of the chairs function +as safety belts. Breathtakingly large amounts of an infinite +variety of cabling hangs from the backs of each of the work- +stations; some cabling connects workstations to each other, the +rest connect workstations to small holes in random places in the +floor. Obviously frayed cable ends and repair tags stick out from +many holes in the floor and backs of workstations. A doorway on +the wall opposite the viewscreen leads to the Commander's office. + +Some technicians are seated at their workstations; Nobrain is playing +a video game on his workstation while Tuud arranges her belongings +at her former and once-again-current station. Frustrated at her +station's computer, she slaps it. + +TUUD Damn! I can't get _anything_ to work right! + I wish I didn't have to give back the office -- + I _hate_ my old desk! + +Tuud tears the mouse off the workstation and throws it at +Nobrain's head. Her aim is accurate. + +TUUD Chief, when are you going to fix my station? + +NOBRAIN Lemme look. (Pause) It looks like you're missing + a mouse. + +TUUD You moron, I just brained you with it! + +NOBRAIN Oh, I see. Lemme take a look. (Looks at the mouse) + Hmmm, it looks like the problem is that it's not + connected to your workstation. + +Tuud gets up, walks briskly over to Nobrain, grabs the mouse, wraps +the dangling cord around his neck, picks him up halfway off the chair +and starts to strangle him. + +TUUD I want to impress just one thought upon you before you + turn blue, lose consciousness and asphyxiate. I want + my station fixed. NOW! + +Tuud lets go of the cord, allowing Nobrain to fall back into the chair. +Nobrain turns the other way and starts to talk quietly to no one in +particular. + +NOBRAIN Geez, use a joke, get a choke. + +The technician at the Communications station responds to information +on her screen. + +TECHNICIAN Major, the USS Harlan Ellison is hailing us. + +TUUD Answer and put them on the viewscreen. + +FLASHEART This is C-c-commander Fran Flasheart aboard the USS + Ellison. We're about fifteen minutes away, and I + was wondering if your sickbay is fully staffed. + +TUUD The doctor who runs it should be institutionalized, but + the sickbay itself is in tip-top shape, sir. + +FLASHEART Good. I wanted to know because... I'm getting this + throbbing pain in my chest, extending down into my + abdomen, and, when I do this -- + +Tuud interrupts him as he gesticulates wildly. + +TUUD Sir, I'll alert Dr. Cremator, who is currently at the + airlock waiting to greet you. AVALON out. + +FLASHEART Cremator? As in, 'to cremate'? -- + +Tuud motions to the comm tech to close the channel. + +TUUD What a spocking no-spocks hypochondriac. + +Tuud raises her voice to get everyone's attention. + +TUUD OK, folks, I'm on my way to the airlock to greet our + new UNPLUG Commander. Try not to spock anything + up while I'm gone. And, Chief -- fix my station! + +Tuud exits. Nobrain walks over to Tuud's workstation and checks +it out. + +NOBRAIN Looks like I'm gonna need the L-aaa-ser Ch-aa-ains-aaa-w. + R! R! R! R! R! ... + +Nobrain exits, gleeful in his anticipation of retrieving a really nasty +tool from his workshop. + +INT. AVALON AIRLOCK WAITING LOUNGE -- A FEW MINUTES LATER + +George, Garibaldric, G'Whiz and several other folks await the arrival +of the 'Ellison' and Cmdr. Flasheart. + +G'Whiz is a tall, but otherwise typical example of the Yarn -- +he resembles an upright, bipedal alligator with a Rastafarian +hairdo and military uniform, who shouts a lot. + +Tuud arrives from Control. + +G'WHIZ PeptoBISmol, Major Tuud! + +TUUD Ambassador. George...and (to Garibaldric) Cousin It. + +G'WHIZ So, you've HEARD from your new comMANder. Is he + exactly what I never ofFICially TOLD you he was? + +TUUD Yes. + +G'WHIZ UnFORtunate. You know, I find most Earthers to be a + bit FLESHy for my taste. Too easily injured, both + PHYSically and eMOTionally. Not like we Yarn -- + nor you, of course. + +TUUD (Nonplussed by the left-handed compliment) Gee, thanks, + Ambassador. + +GEORGE So, Major, you've actually talked to him? What's he like? + +TUUD (Dripping with sarcasm) You should get along _famously_ + with him, George. He was asking for you. + +GEORGE Really? Well, move me closer to my personal sun, + remove my ozone layer and call me Sol 3! How + marvelous! + +Deluxx and Blackadder arrive, breathless. That they dressed +in an extreme hurry is obvious. + +G'WHIZ Ahh, Ambassador DeLUXX. PeptoBISmol! + +DELUXX Rolaids to you, Ambassador. + +G'WHIZ And, CONstable Blackadder. PeptoBISmol! + +BLACKADDER Quite. (Aside to Deluxx) I'll never get over how + obsessed the Yarn are with their digestive complaints. + +DELUXX (Aside to Blackadder) Now, now. Tolerance, Edmund. + +BLACKADDER You sound like my mother. + +DELUXX I do? Oooh, we haven't _tried_ that one yet. + +Tuud walks goes over to Blackadder and pulls him aside. + +TUUD Pardon me, Ambassadors. (To Blackadder) I had an + opportunity to talk briefly with our new commander + a few minutes ago. + +BLACKADDER Let me guess -- a complete and total wally, even by + our, shall we say, from your perspective, limited Earth + standards? + +TUUD Bongo. A spocking wimp. What's wrong with your people? + I've seen your actors John Wayne, Arnold Schwarzen- + egger, and Penn and Teller. Isn't there anyone in + UNPLUG with any spocks? + +BLACKADDER Well, one doesn't like to brag, but -- + +TUUD Oh yeah, you, right. + +Tuud laughs and walks back over to the others while George walks over +to Blackadder. + +BLACKADDER You know, you didn't have to enjoy that quite so much. + +GEORGE I've heard that we're getting a new Science Officer, too. + +BLACKADDER Oh really? Knowing our masters, he'll probably be some + old coot who makes his own alcohol -- that's what + passes for science around here. + +VO:COMPUTER Attention. The USS Ellison has docked. Please stand + well clear of the airlock. While the Ellison is in + dock, there will be no plagarism of old 'Outer Limits' + episodes permitted on this station, by order of UNPLUG + Legal Division. This includes unintentional plagarism. + Message ends. + +Tuud, Blackadder, George and Garibaldric queue up into an inspection/ +receiving line. The ambassadors stand off to the other side. A moment +passes, then the airlock opens. First out is Lt. Justa Duk, the new +Science officer. She looks quite normal, except for the elaborate +Barney the Dinosaur hand puppet she wears over her left hand. She works +her way down the line -- both she (Justa) and the puppet (Duk) salute, +but Duk does all the talking. + +DUK Hiiiii, it's just Stu-u-u-u-pendous to meet you! + +TUUD (Aside to Blackadder) This is what happens when + ventriloquists are allowed to evolve. + +Moving down the line, Duk exchanges greetings with George. George is +totally in love at first sight, although he doesn't quite know what to +make of the hand-puppet symbiont. + +DUK Iiii'm the new Sciiience Officer, Lieutenant Justa Duk. + +GEORGE Pardon me, but I'm not familiar with your species. + +DUK I'm a Drill. We're a joined species. I'm the + symbiont, and she's the host! + +GEORGE A Drill? How enchanting! I'm Dr. George Cremator, + Chief of Medicine, and I want to be your sledgehammer. + +BLACKADDER George! + +GEORGE Oh, sorry, didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I've + never -- + +BLACKADDER She knows you've never, I know you've never, we all know + that you've never. + +GEORGE Perhaps once you're settled, you'd like to have dinner? + Or, maybe an intense and gratuitously intrusive physical + examination? I'm _really_ good at that! + +DUK That'd be Stu-u-u-u-pendous! + +Host turns to hand-puppet-symbiont and the two begin a heated yet +whispered exchange. + +DUK On second thought, why don't we just _pretend_ to have + dinner sometime! I think that'd be _great_! + +BLACKADDER That's just grand. We get Sybil the Science Officer. + +Duk greets the ambassadors, then exits. A moment passes, then an +attendant rolls Flasheart out of the airlock in a wheelchair. + +FLASHEART (Wheeze) At ease, people. I'm (wheeze) just having a + little anxiety attack. Who's Doctor Crematorium? + +GEORGE Uh, I am, sir. Cremator, sir. + +FLASHEART Whatever, great. (Wheeze) Take me to your sickbay. + (Wheeze) What kind of drugs do you have? + +GEORGE Oh, we have simply _every_ kind, sir! + +FLASHEART Good, (Wheeze) 'cause I'm going to need 'em. Move out, + Doctor. + +GEORGE Aye, aye, sir. + +George wheels Flasheart to sickbay. + +G'WHIZ So, THAT'S the new comMANder? Seems too SMALL. If + I caught something like HIM, I'd throw him BACK! + +Blackadder is distracted by a guy with a computerized glass hand running +past from the airlock and followed closely by two law officers with pale +faces and very, very dark circles around their eyes, also from the +_Ellison_. + +{In case you're scratching your head, that was an obscure Outer Limits/ +Harlan Ellison visual pun} + +EXT. AVALON 59 -- MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, STATION TIME + +We observe a space-suited stranger attaching a couple of nasty looking +packages to the station. Having finished his task, the stranger floats +off screen. A few seconds later, small rocket nozzles bloom from one +side of each package. + +INT. BLACKADDER'S QUARTERS + +Close up on Blackadder, sleeping in his bunk. + +SFX: MUFFLED EXPLOSION + +Followed by the sound of lots of miscellaneous items falling on the +floor. Blackadder awakens to find himself lying face down. + +BLACKADDER What the devil -- + +Blackadder then realizes that he is in fact lying on the inside wall of his +bunk. Pull back to reveal that the wall of his cabin is now the floor. + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT II + +INT. AVALON CONTROL -- MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT + +Confused technicians are standing on both side walls (ie the viewscreen +wall and the door to the commander's office are still walls, albeit +sideways now). A couple of technicians are still secured in their +seats. Of course, the workstation mice are hanging down either +toward whichever new 'floor' they are closest to. Tuud enters from +the left 'floor'. + +TUUD (A little winded) Why do I always need to use my + mountain-climing skills up here on a space station? + +George pokes his head through the right 'floor'. + +GEORGE Major, it's not 'up here', it's 'out here'. + +TUUD No, it's not 'out here', it's 'up yours'. + +GEORGE (Laughs uncomfortably) That Pejorative humor of yours. + I don't know if you've noticed, but we're having a bit + of a cock-up with the gravity thingee. You should _see_ + sickbay. One of my boffins was working with various + lab cultures and specimen jars. I just laughed, and + laughed -- + +TUUD George, you're a spocking moron. Did you know that? + +GEORGE Well, actually, now that you mention it, some folks -- + +TUUD George, shut up. + +FLASHEART (Offscreen, panicky, from his office) Major, is that + you? I couldn't sleep, so I was sitting at my desk, + compulsively-repetitively massaging my temples and + then there was this explosion, and then everything + not bolted to the floor fell onto the side walls. + +TUUD (Calls out calmly, almost condescending) How are you, sir? + +FLASHEART (Trying unsuccesfully to disguise the raw panic in his + voice) Fine, I'm floating in the center of the room, + which is zero gee. I'd really like to wet my pants + in an infantile display of total fear and anxiety, + but I'm afraid to because the thrust might cause me + to fall to one of the walls and hurt myself. Do you + have any recommendations? + +TUUD Yes, sir, I do. + +FLASHEART I'm listening. + +TUUD Tie a knot in it and stay where you are. + +FLASHEART Sounds like a plan to me. You'll let me know when you've + got this thing under control? + +TUUD I think you'll be able to figure it out for yourself, sir. + +FLASHEART Good. I think I'm going to faint now. Oooh, stars! + +Blackadder joins Tuud in the entrance to the left floor. + +BLACKADDER Well, Major. Re-enacting the Spider-Man bicentennial + celebration, are we? + +TUUD Put a sock in it. We're rotating end-over-end rather than + on our normal central-core axis. Since Control is at the + midpoint between the two ends of the cylinder, we are now + blessed with two floors, one on each wall. And Helpless + the Wonder Weenie in his office over there is so fearful + of losing control of his bodily functions that he just + passed out. + +BLACKADDER All in all, just an average day on AVALON 59. + +TUUD (Disgusted) You got it. + +Nobrain, wearing some kind of macho looking electronic belt wired to +his shoes, 'walks' into Control on the former floor, as if gravity is +completely normal. + +NOBRAIN Hi, guys. Just hanging around? + +TUUD How are you able to waltz in here as if nothing is + wrong? + +NOBRAIN Hey, after the last time I found myself walking three + feet off the floor and I wasn't in love, I don't trust + centrifugal gravity. That's why I carry my own. + +Nobrain presses a button on his belt and it lights up like a Christmas +tree. + +NOBRAIN Yeah, I'm prepared for anything; I'm Grizzly Nobrain, + Space Wilderness Man! R! R! R! R! ... + +TUUD Hey, Grizzly, how about squeezing in a little work on + our gravity in between hugging trees? + +NOBRAIN Ok, ok, chill, jill, I'll fill the bill! + +Nobrain sits at a workstation, reels in the mouse, drags, clicks and +presses a button. + +NOBRAIN There. + +TUUD That's it? Nothing's happening. + +Suddenly, gravity shifts back to normal. Tuud, Blackadder and George +fall rather quickly to the usual floor. Nobrain, with his own personal +gravity belt, looks around in amusement. + +NOBRAIN It's _fixed_! + +TUUD (Sarcastically) Thank you, Chief. + +Flasheart runs out of his office. + +FLASHEART I want to hear all about this -- when I get back from + the bathroom -- and the ship's pharmacy. + +Flasheart exits. + +GEORGE Well, that's my cue! (Exits) + +George exits. + +NOBRAIN Yeah, there are two things my dad told me never to + do without gravity: toga parties without underwear and + pancakes with maple syrup. + +INT. COMMANDER'S MEETING ROOM -- THE NEXT MORNING + +Commander's meeting room. Flasheart, Tuud, Duk, Blackadder, George +and Nobrain are seated at the table. Flasheart sits at the head of +the table; an 'Out of Order, Use Easel/Paper' sign is affixed to a +viewscreen on the wall behind him. A cheap easel with large-size pad +of drawing paper is propped against a side wall. + +FLASHEART Ok, people, I want to get down to business. First, + George, thanks for the quadro-triti-Valium Select. + For a while, I thought all the blood vessels in my + head were going to burst simultaneously, as my lungs + collapsed and kidneys failed, but I'm doing much better + now. I feel like only _one_ of my eyes is as big as + a cue ball, and that's an improvement. + +GEORGE Oh, tish, pshaw, don't mention it, sir. + +FLASHEART We have three items to discuss: first, the explosion + and gravity-shift we experienced this morning; second, + the impending arrival of the new ambassador from the + Orlon Collection; and third, (pauses, looks around, and + speaks quietly) I want to hear any ideas any of you + might have on how to kill my big brother so I can + get reassigned back to Earth. + +GEORGE Aww, but sir, you just got here! And AVALON is a + really super place, once you get used to it. + +FLASHEART I don't want anything to do with any space station + which was named after a Roxy Music song. + +BLACKADDER Sir, would one be correct in assuming that you and your + brother are not on the best of terms? + +FLASHEART Oh, no, not at all -- he _loves_ me! He did this to + me for my _own_good_! My brother -- George, gimme + another Valium -- the great space explorer and stud + of the galaxy, can't understand that, unlike the rest + of our family, I'm sensitive and caring! George, + VALIUM!!! + +George hands Flasheart a quadro-triti-Valium Select, a large, nasty +looking glowing capsule, which Flasheart grabs and gobbles down, +followed by a gulp of water from a paper cup. + +FLASHEART My family forced me to join the UNPLUG Space Guard. + Tremendous, tremendous pressure -- from them, from + my brother. Don't get me wrong, I like space. I + just don't want to be a _commander_. I -- I -- have + different dreams, other desires. + +BLACKADDER So, you bow to the applause of a different audience + than our beloved Admiral-General... Would one be + impertinent to ask, how different? + +FLASHEART Well... I want to be a stand-up comic. + +DUK Iiii think that's stu-u-u-u-pendous! Let's _all_ + pretend we're stand-up comics! + +Everybody does a take at Lt. Duk, except George, who's been entranced +with her all along. + +BLACKADDER Oh dear, and here I was afraid that you might want to + do something silly. + +Flasheart speaks in a wimpy growl in an attempt to assert his authority +by proving that he is the most deranged person in the room. + +FLASHEART Watch it, Blackadder -- I may be a raw, exposed bundle + of hypersensitive nerves covered by the inflamed + epidermis of a neurotic loser, but I'm still your + commanding officer for as long as I'm buried here. + +BLACKADDER Indeed. My apologies, sir, no disrespect intended. (To + himself) Well, not much anyway. + +FLASHEART Anyway, as I was saying, my brother got me assigned here + in the hope that it'd toughen me up and after a few + years or so I'd be fit to be let back in our house. + +BLACKADDER A few years? + +FLASHEART Well, he may have said twenty or thirty years -- + I forget. + +BLACKADDER Twenty? -- + +TUUD This has been very enlightening, sir, but can we + get back on track? + +FLASHEART Yes, absolutely, thank you Major. Lt. Duk, I'd like + to hear your science report on the explosion, followed + by Lt. Commander Blackadder's security report. + +Justa Duk gets up and walks over to the easel. + +DUK Weeeelll, I thought it'd be really neat-o to present + my report as a song! Are you all ready to sing with + me? + +FLASHEART Umm, Lieutenant. No offense, and I respect the age and + wisdom of your symbiont, but I think everyone here at + the table agrees that if the hand-puppet continues to + talk for you when you're on duty, we're going to beat it + senseless with a large ball-peen hammer. + +NOBRAIN And I have one here, just in case. I'm always prepared. + +FLASHEART I'd much prefer just the host to speak. I know, it's + strange, but what can I say? It's an un-joined, human + thing. OK? + +DUK It's better to say what you feel than have your + blood congeal! I _looove_ you for your honesty! + +FLASHEART Oh, great, the hand puppet turns the other cheek. + +JUSTA (With just a hint of stuck-up Valleygirlspeak) Well, + it's like, you know, someone stuck a couple of really + wicked retro-rockets on one end of the station. When + they went off, they caused the station to rotate end-to- + end instead of, like, you know, rolling. I checked how + hard the stickum on the rockets had stuck to the outside, + and I believe that, like, it had only been stuck for an + hour or so before it went off. + +TUUD (Quietly, to Blackadder) Now I understand why they + line up to join with those spocking hand-puppets -- + they need the intelligence boost! + +FLASHEART Did you recognize the construction of the rockets? + +JUSTA Oh, like you wanted me to do that, too? + +The hand-puppet gets Justa's attention. They whisper to each other for +a moment. + +JUSTA Umm, it's like, Yarn design and technology. + +FLASHEART So, it looks like the Yarn planted it. + +TUUD Or, someone who wanted to make it _look_ like the Yarn + planted it. + +GEORGE Or, the Yarn could have placed it to make it _look_ + like someone who wanted to make it _look_ like the + Yarn planted it! + +ALL EXCEPT GEORGE (IN UNISON) + George, shut up! + +BLACKADDER The origin of the technology is irrelevant. As everyone + knows, UNPLUG, the Yarn, the Cardigans, and the Orlons + will sell technology to anyone and his grandmother's + clones. The only prime directive here is 'He who dies + with the largest bank account wins.' + +TUUD Don't forget my people -- we sell _just_ as much as any + of the big guys, but for less, thanks to lower overhead! + +BLACKADDER Thank you, Major, for that advert. I'm afraid, sir, + that it may not be possible to determine who did this + and why. + +FLASHEART That's not good enough. A lot of important guests lost + their head cheese this morning. There are going to be + questions, and I'm gonna need answers. (Pauses) Does + my left eye look bloodshot? It feels like it's going to + burst out of my head. + +TUUD Your eye looks fine, sir. + +GEORGE Actually, sir, it looks -- + +BLACKADDER Ah, don't worry, sir. I will provide you with whatever + answers you require. Computer, ring my assistant. + +VO:COMPUTER There is no one on board with the name Miassistant. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric! Computer, ring Garibaldric! + +VO:COMPUTER There is no working viewscreen in your vicinity. Do you + still want to connect to Security Officer Garibaldric? + +BLACKADDER Yes. + +VO:COMPUTER UNPLUG Medical strongly advises that audio communication + is not as effective without the capability to sense non- + verbal dialog, and misunderstandings and loss of self- + esteem can result. Are you sure -- + +BLACKADDER Yes, you sniveling socialist software! Get me Garibaldric! + +VO:COMPUTER Connection established. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Secrecy department, Garibaldric speaking. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric, it's me. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Me who? + +BLACKADDER Your superior. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC That could be anybody. + +BLACKADDER This is Blackadder. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC You can't be him, he's in a meeting. + +BLACKADDER No, _this_IS_Lieutenant_Commander_Blackadder_. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC How come I can't see you? + +BLACKADDER The viewscreen's broken, like your ability to + understand polysyllabic words. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Oh, it really _is_ you. Sorry, sir, I thought you were + pretending to be you. + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric, I'd like to pretend you weren't you, but as + Dame Fortune has only broken wind in my direction for as + long as I can remember, I am forced to live with harsh + reality. I have a task for you. You know the usual + suspects? + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Yes? + +BLACKADDER Round them up, there's a good chap. + +VO:GARIBALDRIC Oy, oy, sir. + +BLACKADDER That's 'Aye, Aye'. And while you're at it, include + yourself. Computer, end communication. + +VO:COMPUTER Communication ended. Advisory: the number of + misunderstandings in your communication exceeded the + UNPLUG Medical-established threshold-- + +BLACKADDER Computer, can you understand the words 'SHUT UP' in audio + only, or shall I draw you a picture? + +INT. AVALON SCIENCE LAB -- LATER THAT AFTERNOON + +Blackadder and Justa Duk examine the rocket packages. + +BLACKADDER I just don't understand. Why would someone want to + do this? + +DUK Because they're _not_ nice people! I know a song + about nice people -- let's all sing! + +BLACKADDER I know a song about a hand puppet and a very large + stick of dynamite sticking where only a hand has + gone before. + +Duk faints (Justa's left hand goes limp) + +JUSTA Like, look what you've done. + +BLACKADDER I know, but it really was the lesser of two evils. + Now, let's approach this logically. + +JUSTA Logically? What's that? + +BLACKADDER Lieutenant, before you were joined to Pollyanna the + Purple Puppet there, what did you study at Point + UNPLUG Academy? + +JUSTA I was a Personal Appearance Technologist. + +BLACKADDER Ahh, I see. A hairdresser. + +JUSTA Personal Appearance Technologist! + +BLACKADDER Quite. So Duk is the scientist. + +JUSTA What's your point? + +BLACKADDER I just wanted to know in case I find any large paper + bags you might not be able to deduce your way out of. + +JUSTA Huh? + +BLACKADDER Never mind, I'll get Garibaldric to explain it to you. + That should keep both of you busy until the end of + time. Anyway, back to the point at hand. Why would + anyone want to change the rotation of the station? + +Deluxx enters. + +DELUXX Or the angle of the dangle? + +BLACKADDER Ambassador? How nice to see you. + +DELUXX I'm sure you'd find it much nicer to see more of me. + +BLACKADDER (Caught off guard by her lack of discretion) I'm + on _duty_. + +DELUXX Oh? How dreary. + +Deluxx pulls out a small card from her sleeve and gives it to Blackadder. + +DELUXX Edmund, here is some information which might be of help. + +BLACKADDER Deluxx, your government doesn't normally cooperate with + UNPLUG. Aren't you going to get into trouble? + +Deluxx smiles enigmatically. + +DELUXX If anyone asks, just tell them you found it in your + trousers. Ta! + +Deluxx leaves. Blackadder examines the card. + +BLACKADDER Aah'ghahd, it's another of her 'Trivial Pursuit' cards. + When she knows something important, she always shows + up at a convenient moment and gives me one -- + +Justa raises an eyebrow, causing Blackadder to get a bit defensive. + +BLACKADDER -- a _card_. Like this one. I'm sure it's from + her government's classified files. + +JUSTA Like, what's it say? + +BLACKADDER Who blew up an entire solar system when the orbit + of one of the planets they colonized was found to + be erratic? + +JUSTA Oh, I know. It's, like, this mega-wealthy rock star -- + +INT. AVALON CAFETERIA -- DINNER + +Blackadder, Garibaldric and George are eating. + +GEORGE ...Well, I think it was the janitorial staff. Think + about it -- what's the easiest way to clean the floor? + Move the dirt to the walls! + +BLACKADDER George, you know, you're better at doing my job than + you are at medicine. + +GEORGE Oh? Why thank you, Edmund. + +GARIBALDRIC The regulars in the bar think that it was a conspiracy + to get them to pay their tabs. + +BLACKADDER The regulars in the bar aren't capable of higher + brain functionality, much less thinking. + +Tuud and Nobrain, with trays, enter. + +TUUD Mind if we join you? + +BLACKADDER Yes, but that won't stop you -- + +Tuud and Nobrain sit down, oblivious to Blackadder's comment. + +TUUD -- Great. + +NOBRAIN Well, judging by what's on my plate, I'm gonna have + to fix the food replicators again. + +BLACKADDER We don't _have_ food replicators, Chief. + +NOBRAIN Then what did I fix the last time? + +BLACKADDER Mrs. Miggins, the pie chef. + +NOBRAIN (Snickers) Oh, yeah, I forgot. + +BLACKADDER Everytime anyone shook her hand, she'd vomit up a + meat pie. It was disgusting. + +NOBRAIN Yeah, but they were _great_ meat pies. Real spaceman + food, R! R! R! R! ... + +BLACKADDER If you don't stop making that grunting noise, I'm going + to go over to the 'In case of machismo attack, break + glass' and stuff the special emergency quiche down your + throat. + +NOBRAIN (Sniffs the air) Hey, you guys smell something? + +BLACKADDER Only Garibaldric. + +GARIBALDRIC I don't smell anything. + +BLACKADDER That's probably for the best. + +TUUD Yeah, I smell something. From Earth. Outdoorsy. + +GEORGE A fresh pine scent. The mark of the janitorial staff! + +TUUD But we don't have anything like that in the Arboretum. + +BLACKADDER This may be another attempt at sabotage. We need to + analyze the air. George, do you have your mediscan unit + with you? + +GEORGE No, but I have a scratch-and-sniff pocket calculator. + +BLACKADDER I suggest we all put our napkins over our noses and + head for the sickbay at once. + +TUUD Chief Nobrain and I will inspect the ventilation + system. + +NOBRAIN Awright, a chance to tear apart lots of big motors and + gears and stuff, R! R! R! R! I'll get my drill -- I + adapted it from an old photon torpedo! R! R! R! + +BLACKADDER ...But first, I'm going to get the emergency quiche. + +INT. AVALON SICKBAY + +George is analyzing air samples while Blackadder and Garibaldric +look on. + +GEORGE Well, the readout indicates that -- it's pine scent. + +BLACKADDER No poison? Airborne virus? Nothing? + +George responds while studying the readout. + +GEORGE Aaahhh, not exactly. I read... the... usual level of + poisons and airborne viruses. There's always + a little bit present. + +BLACKADDER Like your aftershave. I see. + +GEORGE (Misses it) No, actually, more like the turbine + oil in primitive Earth submarines. It seems + those boys had to bring a little bit of the stuff + with them to put in coffee during their shore leave, + so it'd _taste_ the same -- + +SFX: EEEEEEYYYYAAAAGH (VOMIT SOUND) + +BLACKADDER Garibaldric! + +GARIBALDRIC It wasn't me! + +GEORGE Oh, it's my viewscreen. It's called PukeRing. Instead + of a telephone ring, I get 'Bleeach!'. It's quite + a panic, isn't it! + +BLACKADDER Answer it before I give you a reason to panic! + +George presses the viewscreen button. Tuud, decked out in gasmask and +gloves, appears on the viewscreen. George continues to work at the +medical station while talking to Tuud. + +TUUD Well, we found the source. It's a large canister of + some kind of gas with a timer. Chief Nobrain is unhooking + it now. + +GEORGE Major, you can take off the gasmask, it's just pine + scent. + +TUUD Good. The damn things make me claustrophobic. Chief? + +NOBRAIN R! R! R! R! -- R? + +TUUD Would you bring the canister over here? + +NOBRAIN R! + +TUUD Have you ever seen markings like this? (Holds up the + canister to the viewscreen) + +BLACKADDER Actually, yes. It's some kind of Orlon warning, I + think. Stay there, I'll be down in a moment. + +Blackadder closes the viewscreen link. + +INT. AVALON VENTILATION SYSTEM CORRIDOR -- A FEW MINUTES LATER + +Tuud and Nobrain are lying on the floor, unconscious. + +Blackadder enters. + +BLACKADDER Major? Chief? + +Blackadder finds a pulse on both of them, then quickly pulls out Nobrain's +wallet, pulls out a couple of bills, and puts it back. + +BLACKADDER No sense in letting an opportunity like this go to waste. + +VOICE Emissionary! + +Blackadder turns around to see Tuud, in gasmask -- or is it? + +'TUUD' Emissionary. It is meaningless to you. + +BLACKADDER You have me at a loss. + +'Tuud' morphs into 'Nobrain', still wearing a gasmask. + +'NOBRAIN' Where is it? + +BLACKADDER Where is what? + +'NOBRAIN' I can see into your mind. You are the one, but you + have no consciousness of it. + +BLACKADDER Do you find pine fragrance to be intoxicating, or are + you simply mad? + +'Nobrain' morphs into 'Blackadder' (in gasmask) and runs down the +corridor. Blackadder chases and finally catches him. The stranger +morphs several times during the struggle, prompting Blackadder to say: + +BLACKADDER Stop that; Michael Jackson's been dead for _centuries_! + +The stranger knees Blackadder in the spocks and pushes him to the other +side of the corridor. The stranger morphs again, becoming a Cardigan +male. The stranger's oversized belt buckle starts to spark, so he +removes it, presses a button on it and throws it aside. After a moment, +it self-destructs. + +STRANGER You have a hole in your sock. + +The stranger pulls out a rose from his pocket, lifts up his gas mask, +inhales deeply, and dies. + +BLACKADDER Well, it appears he rose to the occasion... + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT III + +INT. BLACKADDER'S QUARTERS -- BEDTIME + +Blackadder's quarters, later that evening. Deluxx and Blackadder are +in bed. + +DELUXX Mmmmm, Edward, you're right. Sometimes it's better just + to lie here together, you know, without my set of heated, + vibrating teflon-coated mechanical multi-legged pleasure + spiders, or the two-meter A-I-action hydraulic octopus -- + or even a couple of cubes of hallucinogenic head cheese. + +BLACKADDER Yes, just you, me and the bed. That's what we Earthers + call 'roughing it'. + +DELUXX Ooooh, that word. RRRRrrough. Edmund, I'm in the mood + for rrrough. I want you to get rrrrough with me. Hurt me + and I'll be yours forever, Edmund. + +BLACKADDER Y'know, this isn't just a Cardigan female thing with you, + is it. You're completely barking mad! Down on all fours + with rabid foam dripping from your snout, aren't you. And + somehow I've gotten tangled up in your leash -- + +DELUXX (Eyes lighting up) Leash? + +BLACKADDER Don't change the subject. + +DELUXX (Pouting) Does that mean you won't play along? + +Blackadder pretends to think about his answer for a moment. + +BLACKADDER Ummmm, no. So, you've been a _bad_ little Cardigan girl? + +DELUXX Yes -- + +BLACKADDER And you want me to punish you? + +DELUXX Oh, yes -- + +BLACKADDER You want me to... _hurt_ you? + +DELUXX Ohhhh, yessss! + +BLACKADDER You want that more than anything? + +DELUXX _Yyyyyeeeeess_! + +Blackadder faces her and speaks in his most commanding tone. + +BLACKADDER Never! Absolutely _not_! + +Deluxx sighs, and her eyes flutter for a moment. + +DELUXX Ohh, that was wonderful! You were fantastic! So... so + _commanding_! + +BLACKADDER Nothing but the best for you, my dear. + +Deluxx and Blackadder cuddle a little closer. + +DELUXX Edmund? + +BLACKADDER Hmmmm? + +DELUXX You know, you don't usually, well, _think_ this much + when we're together like this. Are you still troubled by + that Cardigan terrorist? I told you, he's a rogue... + He was wanted on Cardigan. By killing himself, he + saved my government a lot of money -- D. I. Y. is + always more cost-effective than a show trial and + execution. + +BLACKADDER It's _how_ he killed himself and _what_ he said that + troubles me. + +DELUXX Well, how did he kill himself? + +BLACKADDER He stuffed a rose up his nose. + +DELUXX (Laughs) That shouldn't have killed him! + +BLACKADDER Yes, I know. Lt. Duk analyzed the rose and found it to + be replicated, but otherwise completely normal. George + will perform an autopsy on the body tomorrow, as soon + as he finishes reading the Cardigan Autopsy Frequently + Asked Questions document he pulled off your government's + public data archive. + +DELUXX And what did he say to you just before? + +BLACKADDER Something very curious. 'You have a hole in your sock' -- + +Deluxx gasps slightly, then regains her composure. Blackadder doesn't +notice. + +BLACKADDER -- makes no sense. I mean, I was wearing _shoes_; he + couldn't even _see_ my socks. + +DELUXX It is an old Cardigan insult. + +BLACKADDER Oh? He didn't look like an old Cardigan. + +DELUXX (Giggles) Oh Edmund, you're so funny. Let's (whispers + something to him) + +BLACKADDER No, we _can't_! The last time we did that, I couldn't + drink anything cold for _weeks_ afterward! + +INT. COMMANDER'S OFFICE -- THE NEXT MORNING + +Flasheart is in a neck brace. + +SFX: CHEAP DOORBELL 'DING-DONG' + +FLASHEART Come in. + +Nothing happens. + +FLASHEART Use the manual ingress tool next to the door! + +With a violent thud, the business end of a crowbar wedges itself between +the closed doors. After a bit of noise and little movement, the doors +suddenly slide open. Blackadder, using the crowbar on the other side, +falls forward into the office. + +BLACKADDER (On the floor) I presume that your door is on the Chief's + service list? + +FLASHEART No, it's _fixed_. You should have seen what it did + _before_ he fixed it. + +BLACKADDER Oh yes, I noticed the neck brace. + +FLASHEART Neck brace? + +The Commander feels around his neck, discovering the neck brace and +takes it off. + +FLASHEART Damn new-commander pranks! No wonder all the techs + snickered when I came in this morning. + +BLACKADDER Sir, I wanted to talk to you about the pine scent + terrorist from yesterday. + +FLASHEART I read your report. The guy killed himself by stuffing a + rose up his nose? + +BLACKADDER There was no possible way a rose could have killed him. + Cardigans aren't even allergic to roses. + +FLASHEART How do you know? + +BLACKADDER Let's just say I have experience in the matter. + +Blackadder turns to the camera, smiles slightly and arches an eyebrow. + +FLASHEART Have you considered the possibility that he _wasn't_ a + Cardigan? Aside from your dog Garibaldric, nobody else + has the ability to shapeshift like you said he did. + +BLACKADDER He didn't actually _shapeshift_ as such. When I had him + in a headlock -- + +FLASHEART Headlock? + +BLACKADDER When I managed to restrain him -- + +FLASHEART Restrain? + +BLACKADDER All right, while he was kicking the sod out of me, I + noticed that what my hands felt did not correspond to + what I saw. I believe that our friend had a personal + holographic projection field in his belt-buckle. + +FLASHEART But was he a real Cardigan at the end? + +BLACKADDER That's what I hope George can tell us. + +George enters. + +GEORGE Someone mention my name? + +BLACKADDER Only in contempt, I assure you. + +GEORGE Good one, Constable. You're in rare form today! + +BLACKADDER George, don't call me Cons- + +FLASHEART Constable? I like it. It fits you, Blackadder. + Pompous, but with just a _hint_ of oily. + +BLACKADDER Like 'Commander' fits you? + +FLASHEART _What_?! + +BLACKADDER I said, 'Like Commander Fitzhume'. + +GEORGE That old nebula-head? Talk about a scientist! He + distills his own alcohol! It's a riot! + +BLACKADDER What did you find from the autopsy of the terrorist? + +GEORGE Autopsy? Oh, right. Couldn't do one. A couple of + Cardigans arrived at the station and claimed the body. + +FLASHEART Oh god, I'm dead. Roasted. On a spit, with low-cal + barbecue sauce. + +BLACKADDER And you _let_ them take it? + +GEORGE They said they were relatives. They were _crying_, their + mascara was running. If I hadn't, I would have felt a total + heartless bastard. + +FLASHEART _BE_ a heartless bastard! The person who assigned you here + was! + +BLACKADDER George, you're not a heartless bastard. + +GEORGE Thank you, Edmund. That means a lot coming from you. + +BLACKADDER You're a brainless prat! + +INT. BLACKADDER'S OFFICE -- AFTERNOON + +Blackadder's office. Blackadder is looking over computer records and +jotting some notes on a pad. Cmdr. Flasheart rings up on the viewscreen. + +FLASHEART Anything yet? + +BLACKADDER Nothing, sir. I'm still checking the station logs. + +FLASHEART Lemme know the instant you find anything. Geez, my + eye is swelling -- + +BLACKADDER (Presses 'off' button) You should get it looked at. + +VO:COMPUTER Communication ended. Advisory: -- + +BLACKADDER Computer, thank you. Interference with station + rotation. Malicious use of a pine scent. A Cardigan + who's a criminal who may not be a Cardigan and who + is definitely no longer here. (Picks up Deluxx's + card) Who blew up an entire solar system when the + orbit of one of the planets they colonized was found + to be erratic? + +Ambassador G'Whiz enters. + +G'WHIZ PeptoBISmol to you, Constable. + +BLACKADDER And you, Ambassador. + +G'WHIZ Quite a LOT of acTIVity these past couple of days. + My GOVernment is somewhat conCERned about the safety + of its deleGAtion. I assured them that Constable BLACK- + adder is at the table and heartilly DIGging into the + PROBlem. + +BLACKADDER Your culinary metaphors are most -- culinary, Ambassador. + +G'WHIZ You FLATter me, sir. I'm considered quite the ORDinary + eloCUTionist back home. + +BLACKADDER Really? If that's the case, then remind me never to + take in one of your vidcast football games. + +G'WHIZ Your compliment has distracted me from my business here. + Have you identified the culprits yet? + +BLACKADDER Culprits? + +G'Whiz realizes he has given something away and is clearly caught off guard. + +G'WHIZ ...Or culprit. I expect that when you find the + perpetrator -- or perpetrators -- of these dastardly + deeds, UNPLUG's space fleet will flow like ACid into + the field of battle and utterly diGEST the enemy. + It will be GLORious! + +Blackadder, suspicious, decides to lead G'Whiz on. + +BLACKADDER Well, we're _very_ close to finding -- the culprits. + +G'WHIZ Remember, Constable, the Yarn Republic has been + a close friend and ally of UNPLUG for all of our + brief existence. We Yarn have never attempted + to pull the wool over your eyes. + +BLACKADDER Very droll, ambassador. + +G'WHIZ Rest assured, UNPLUG won't be dining alone. The + Yarn will be at your side to make a meal of the enemy! + +BLACKADDER I'll make sure that the Commander is made aware of + your support. + +G'WHIZ I AM most GRATified. I must be off -- yet another + mealtime, you know. CHARmin, Constable! + +Ambassador G'Whiz leaves. + +BLACKADDER And a big flush to you, too, Ambassador... Hmmm... + Could the Yarn be the thread running through all + of this? + +Blackadder realizes what he just said and makes a medicine face. +He swivels around in his chair to watch his 3x4-screen video-wall. +He notices a Pejorative news program on screen 5. + +BLACKADDER Computer, display subscreen 5 on main viewer, + with audio. + +Onscreen, the Pejorative Guy Pacman is leaving the main Pejorative temple, +chased by a mob of obnoxious reporters and camera operators. + +VO:NEWSREADER -- religious leader Guy Pacman, forced into retirement + last week due to a scandal involving the Holy Sock of + Pejor, came back today to clean out his confessional. + +GUY PACMAN I didn't steal the Sock of the Souls. I -- I _borrowed_ + it, yeah, that's the ticket. I'm the -- I'm the one destined + to remove and return the Holy Sock. Yeah, that's it, I'm + the Emi-- + +VO:NEWSREADER As you may remember, the Guy was caught attempting to + sell the Sock, the most holy artifact in Pejorative + religion, to some Orlon buyers. After returning the + Sock to its rightful place in the Holy Closet, the + Council of Elders demanded his resignation. The new + Guy, Guy Edna, was anointed by the Council yesterday + and will hold her first Sock Service tomorrow. + +Onscreen, close up of purple, glittery sock with a hole in the toe, +encased in a high-security art-museum-style display. + +BLACKADDER Hangonaminnit! _I_ have a sock _just_like_that_ in + my drawer! I _thought_ it was odd that I actually + retrieved _more_ socks from the clothes dryer than + I put in. + +The viewscreen rings. Blackadder pushes the 'answer' button and Major +Tuud's image pops up on the viewscreen. + +TUUD Blackadder, the Orlon ambassador is requesting clearance + to dock and come aboard, and, as usual, we got no advance + notice. + +BLACKADDER On my way. + +Blackadder presses the button again and the viewscreen returns to the +previous pictures. + +BLACKADDER No bloody word -- + +VO:COMPUTER A message from UNPLUG Central Command has just arrived. + Shall I display it? + +BLACKADDER Ah, that'll be the advance notice. Computer, subject? + +VO:COMPUTER The ambassador from the Orlon Collection will be + arriving -- + +BLACKADDER Computer, I'll read it later. You'd think that someone + would have figured out by now that ships travelling + faster than light travel faster than messages + travelling _at_ lightspeed, but that's too abstract + a concept for our glorious leaders. + +VO:COMPUTER This unit does not 'think', per se-- + +BLACKADDER Computer, I wasn't talking to you, and I know you can't + think -- if you could, you certainly wouldn't be here. + So shut up. + +INT. AVALON AIRLOCK WAITING LOUNGE -- A FEW MINUTES LATER + +Airlock waiting lounge. Tuud, Nobrain, George, Garibaldric, +Lt. Duk, G'Whiz, Deluxx and various base staff and visitors +are milling around, waiting for the airlock to open. + +Blackadder enters. + +VO:COMPUTER Attention. The Orlon vessel 'Fire Engine Red with Really + Bold Yellow Stripes Along the Sides' has docked. Please + stand well clear of the airlock. Message ends. + +G'WHIZ You know, those ORlons have a very alien way of referring + to things. EVERYthing has to be some kind of _COLOR_! + +BLACKADDER I suppose the Orlons don't view reality as merely black and + white, Ambassador? + +Everybody laughs at Blackadder's joke. + +G'WHIZ Ahhh, Constable, once again you reGALE us with a little + SNACK of your STEAK knife-sharp WIT! You are _much_ too + clever by half for this little outpost! + +BLACKADDER (Half to himself) Tell me something I _don't_ know. + +Cmdr. Flasheart arrives, out of breath and twitching something awful. + +FLASHEART All right, people, line up over here next to me. Look sharp. + Remember, Orlons evolved from insects. They are still + notorious anal-retentives with a protocol fetish -- + +BLACKADDER Like you, sir? + +Flasheart glares at Blackadder momentarily and continues. + +FLASHEART -- so don't deviate from our standard greeting + procedures, okay? + +The staff members nod and mumble affirmations. + +FLASHEART _Okay?_ + +STAFF (in unison) + Yes, sir. + +The officers form a review line; G'Whiz and Deluxx stand opposite. Everyone +else clears away from the airlock. + +VO:COMPUTER Announcing the arrival of Light Mauve, Ambassador from + the Orlon Collection. + +The airlock opens, and the ambassador, encased in an Orlon encounter suit +and looking like a Dalek with Darth Vader's helmet attached on top, rolls +out of the airlock and onto the deck. He stops next to Flasheart, and +Mauve's top half does a 90-degree turn to face him. A Steven Hawking- +style electronically synthesized voice, devoid of inflection (hence the +need to verbalize all punctuation) emanates from an integral speaker. + +MAUVE I AM LIGHT MAUVE -- AMBASSADOR FROM THE ORLON -- + COLLECTION -- HERE ARE MY CREDENTIALS + +A small door opens in the middle of the suit, and a small cassette pops +out. Flasheart takes it. + +FLASHEART On behalf of UNPLUG, welcome aboard AVALON 59. Allow me + to introduce my staff. + +Flasheart and Mauve proceed down the line, first to Tuud. + +FLASHEART I present First Officer Major Adi Tuud, from Pejor. + +Tuud always says 'Hello' in an exaggerated way. + +TUUD Hhhellllloo. + +MAUVE QUESTION A PEJORATIVE FIRST OFFICER QUESTION -- + HOW INTRIGUING + +They move on to George. + +FLASHEART Chief Medical Officer George Cremator, from Earth. + +MAUVE CREMATOR -- QUESTION AS IN QUOTE TO CREMATE QUOTE QUESTION + +They move on to Blackadder. + +FLASHEART Our chief of security, Edmund Blackadder. + +MAUVE (Unintelligible sounds, ostensibly unfiltered Orlon + speech) + +Flasheart is puzzled by Mauve's apparent hearing problem. + +FLASHEART Ahem. Edmund Blackadder, security chief. + +Mauve turns to Flasheart. + +MAUVE EXCLAMATION HOW DARE YOU INSULT AN AMBASSADOR OF THE + GLORIOUS ORLON COLLECTION EXCLAMATION + +FLASHEART What did I say? + +MAUVE YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT YOU SAID -- I SHALL RETURN TO MY + SHIP AND CONSULT WITH MY GOVERNMENT REGARDING OUR + RESPONSE (Click, unintelligible Orlon speech) + +Mauve turns about and rolls back through the airlock. Flasheart freaks. + +FLASHEART What did I say? Could someone explain to me what just + happened? I can feel it -- I'm breaking out in a -- + +G'WHIZ Well, comMANder, I think I can shed some light on this + DARK subject. You see, the ORlons' native tongue appears + to involve color. As I underSTAND it, 'Light' is Light + Mauve's title, not his first name. I suspect that + Orlons find darker colors somewhat ofFENsive. + +Hearing G'whiz, Blackadder makes the connection. + +BLACKADDER -- Aaah'ghahd... and the name 'Blackadder' must be, to + them, the foulest of epithets. Well, sir, congratulations, + you just probably called the Ambassador's parentage into + question, as well as suggested his mother indulged + in certain unsanitary avocations in which items made of + latex hold positions of prominence. + +FLASHEART Me? It was _your_ name, Blackadder. + +BLACKADDER Oh, I see, so it's _my_ fault, is it? + +FLASHEART It's _your_ name! + +GEORGE Now, now, sirs, calm down, it's a mistake _anyone_ could + have made. + +FLASHEART Good, then _you_ can be the one courtmartialed. + +GEORGE But sir -- (begins to blubber) + +FLASHEART Okay, people, meeting, my conference room, ten minutes. + And, George, wipe your nose and bring some Aldebaran + skyscraper-beast tranquilizer with you. My whole left + side is beginning to cramp up again, and I've developed + a tolerance to Val-Select. + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +Tuud, Nobrain and Duk are at their posistions. George, Garibaldric +and Blackadder are milling around in back, waiting for Flasheart. + +BLACKADDER George, how long will it take for him to come round? + +George studies his watch. + +GEORGE Oh, just...about...-now-. + +Commander Flasheart gets up off the (offscreen) floor and stands up between +George and Blackadder. He's just a bit unsteady for a few moments, but +gradually regains his composure. + +FLASHEART Thanks, George, I feel much better now. + +GEORGE (To Blackadder) I really _know_ my Aldeberan + tranquilizers, Constable. + +BLACKADDER Hmm, I see. You know _one_ thing really well. That makes + you either an _idiot_savant_, or Kentucky Fried Chicken. + +FLASHEART Okay, people, let's figure out how to get me -- ourselves + out of this mess -- + +The technician monitoring the base sensor array interrupts with a +message for Tuud. + +TECHNICIAN Major, I'm reading five, no, seven, no... three + _hundred_ blips. + +TUUD Switching to visual... + +The viewscreen shows several hundred Orlon craft of all different +sizes heading toward the station. Orlon spacecraft look like large +mechanical bees with solar panels for wings. + +TUUD Oh, spock, it's the Orlon Collection and I don't think + they're here to make a fashion statement! + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + ACT IV + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +The viewscreen shows several hundred Orlon craft of all different +sizes heading toward the station. Orlon spacecraft look like large +mechanical bees with solar panels for wings. + +TUUD Oh, spock, it's the Orlon Collection and I don't think + they're here to make a fashion statement! + +FLASHEART Go to maximum alert. Shields up! + +All the technicians reach under their station desks and pull out +crude metal shields resembling Roman armor and hold them over their +heads with one hand. Garibaldric opens up a ratty umbrella and +cowers under it. + +FLASHEART Not _those_ shields! The base shields! + +NOBRAIN Ummm, sir, we don't _have_ any shields. + +FLASHEART _Why_not_? + +BLACKADDER They were cut from the construction budget. + +GEORGE I remember that. It was either the shields, or + food replicators. + +FLASHEART But I thought we didn't _have_ food replicators. + +GEORGE UNPLUG decided that if we could choose between the + two, then we probably didn't need either. But, + we did get some _smashing_ artwork and self-help + vids, crew morale and self-esteem being such an + absolute priority and all. + +FLASHEART Sounds like UNPLUG logic to me. + +VO:ORLON CMDR THIS IS THE ORLON LEAD BATTLE CARRIER 'STOP-LIGHT + RED WITH FLASHING AMBER WARNING LIGHTS' -- PREPARE + TO BE DESTROYED + +FLASHEART Major, lemme talk to them. Ahem. This is Francis + X. Flasheart, commander of this SpaceBase. Ummm, + don't we get an opportunity to surrender or something? + +VO:ORLON CMDR WE HAVE NO USE FOR YOU OR YOUR BASE -- WE CAME ALL THE + WAY FROM OUR HOME HIVE PLANET EXPECTING TO BLOW UP + SOMETHING REALLY BIG AND WE ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL WE + BLOW UP SOMETHING REALLY BIG + +FLASHEART Ah, I see. Well, can't we at least have time to + make spiritual preparations? + +VO:ORLON CMDR YOU HAVE ONE OF YOUR HOURS TO ENGAGE IN POINTLESS + REPRODUCTIVE ACTIVITY WITH CONSENTING LIFEFORMS + WITHIN YOUR REACH + +Flasheart makes a motion to Tuud to turn off the mike. + +FLASHEART Ensign, contact UNPLUG Central and inform them of our + situation. George, round up the ambassadors and + brief them on the situation. Chief, see if you can + build a makeshift force shield projector out of the + station's Pejorative TV antenna -- + +BLACKADDER (To himself) They really _are_ anal-retentive if + they insist on blowing up the station. + +Blackadder has an epiphany. + +BLACKADDER That's it! The Orlons blew up the planet when + its orbit was unstable. They live in dank, stuffy + underground hives, so they would find fresh smells + painful, and a _pine_scent_ would be positively + _fatal_. They're trying to provoke us into war, + with the Yarn carrying out copycat acts to fan + the flame so that they can get the chance to prove + what great allies they are! And, what all their feeble + attempts at sabotage failed to do, the mere utterance + of my accursed family name accomplished. (Sigh) I'm + going to be blown into little bits because there's not + enough emergency quiche to go around. + +Deluxx, having caught Blackadder's soliloquy by standing quietly behind +him, moves forward and whispers in his ear. + +DELUXX Psst! Ten out of ten. We have to leave -- now! + +BLACKADDER I can't leave now! I'll be _shot_! + +DELUXX You'd rather be blown up? Tell the commander you have + to go down to Pejor and get the Guy to mediate. He's so + distracted, he won't even notice that we could just as + easily contact her from here. + +Blackadder ponders her suggestion for just a tick. + +BLACKADDER -- You're _brilliant_! Even if we fail, I still + won't end up as blackened Blackadder crisps. + (To Flasheart) Commander, I'm going down to Pejor to + get the Guy to mediate. + +FLASHEART -- umm, okay -- + +BLACKADDER (Surprised) And, additionally, sir, I'd like to + castrate you with a pair of dull, rusty scissors + and cauterize the resulting wound with a white-hot + plate of Mexican food, fresh from the kitchen. + +FLASHEART -- sure, whatever -- + +BLACKADDER He really _is_ distracted! Let's go! + +EXT. SPACE -- PEJOR + +Establishing shot, linking to... + +INT. PEJOR -- FIRST CATHEDRAL -- A SHORT TIME LATER + +Main chamber of the First Cathedral of the Sock of Souls on Pejor. +A staircase spirals upward to a majestic double-door on the back +wall. Blackadder, carrying his extra sock, and Deluxx enter. + +BLACKADDER So, will you tell me _now_ why you made me take + the sock? + +DELUXX The Orlons prize its smell, and somehow they found + out we have it. + +BLACKADDER They prize its smell? In that case, I'm surprised + they didn't threaten to blow up the entire quadrant + unless we handed over Garibaldric! + +DELUXX It's also the only way we can elicit the Guy's + cooperation. + +BLACKADDER Oh, I see. 'Excuse me, your holiness, but we + brought you a really _smashing_ smelly sock with + this really _huge_ hole, so now you're obligated + to help us.' Lock us up in the Pejorative loony + bin, more likely. Imagine, stuck in a room with + five hundred ravers all called 'Mad Gerald'. + +DELUXX Edmund! That sock isn't just _any_ sock -- it's the + _real_ Sock of the Souls. + +BLACKADDER No it isn't, I saw the vid about the previous Guy + who stole it. + +DELUXX No, he stole and returned the _fake_ one we put + in its place. + +BLACKADDER We? You and who else? + +DELUXX You, of course, silly. + +BLACKADDER Pardon me, but I think I'd remember stealing the + most holy of holies from the planet of the people + with the short fuses and the long memories. And + even if I didn't, _they_ would! + +Deluxx turns around, facing Blackadder. + +DELUXX No, you wouldn't. That's the blank spot in your + memory. So no one would suspect you. Well, almost + no one -- + +BLACKADDER -- You mean _YOU_ erased my memory -- + +DELUXX I would _never_ do anything that wasn't in your + best interest, Edmund. + +BLACKADDER How would I know -- you could wipe my memory! + +DELUXX There are telepaths _everywhere_. They can't read + Cardigans, but Earthmen are as transparent as -- you + know, that little outfit I wear sometimes -- + +BLACKADDER You mean you wiped my memory because my brain has + holes for the naughty bits to stick out? + +DELUXX Sometimes you have such a _crude_ way of putting + things. + +BLACKADDER Oh, and it's _not_crude_ when you scream 'I'm a hot + roasting turkey, baste me!' at the top of your lungs? + +DELUXX Ssshh! We must summon the Guy. + +Deluxx pulls a velvet rope which rings a bell. The double doors +swing open and Guy Edna walks out and descends the staircase (to +Dame Edna's 'Niceness' theme) + +EDNA Hulloooo, Posssuuums! Let me guess, you've come + to confess -- your adulation for a poor old religious + mega-icon like m'self? Or, have you come to get + bonded and stop living in sin? Y'know, I used to + live in sin. Terrible place, near Esher. + +DELUXX Your eminence, we need your help, and we've brought + an offering to persuade you of our sincerity. + +EDNA Oh, you've brought me flowers? + +DELUXX Better than flowers. Edmund, the sock. + +Blackadder hands the sock to Guy Edna. + +DELUXX We present you with the Sock of the Souls. + +EDNA Now, you wouldn't be trying to pull my leg, would you? + +DELUXX No, it is the _real_ Sock. + +EDNA (In her patented patronizing tone of voice) How nice. + Now, I'm _sure_ you believe it's the real Sock, + but I must tell you, I get several _hundred_ socks + every day from people _just_like_you_. Donee, show our + visitors the socks! + +Upstairs, Donee carries out a huge basket of socks. He stands at the top +of the staircase, about to take them down when a trap door opens beneath +him and he falls into a fountain below. + +EDNA Oh dear, he seems to have triggered one of the + booby traps. I'm so sorry you had to see that. + You know, there are always groupies and hangers-on, + and we _can't_ be _too_ careful. That's why I have + all kinds of technology at my disposal to protect me + from (wide, warm smile) _you_, my adoring fans. + In any case, you can pick up an eight-by-ten + 3-d autographed glossy of me in the lobby on your + way out. Thank you for stopping by -- + +DELUXX Wait, isn't there some _test_ which will prove that + that is the real sock? + +EDNA Well, I suppose we can try it. You, (to Edmund) + stick your hand down here -- + +BLACKADDER I beg your pardon? + +EDNA The sock, man, the sock! + +Blackadder stuffs his hand into the sock. + +INT. AVALON CONTROL + +GARIBALDRIC Dr. George, I'm scared. + +GEORGE I know how you feel. + +GARIBALDRIC What about the commander? He doesn't look + scared. + +Both look down. + +GEORGE No, I suppose he looks...well, passed out, actually. + +VO:ORLON CMDR YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES. + +TUUD Hey, guys, has he recovered from the tranquilizer? + +GEORGE Ah, umm, not yet, Major. + +TUUD Figures. Chief, any luck on the force field? + +Nobrain is literally engulfed in wires. + +NOBRAIN What do _you_ think? + +TUUD Of course. + +Tuud walks over to her station, and pulls out a beautiful case, out +of which she pulls a nasty-looking old Earth gun. + +TUUD Open a channel to the Orlons. + +Tuud holds up the gun to the camera. + +TUUD Orlon commander, see this? It's a Colt 45. It'll + blow a hole _clean_through_ a person. If you don't + back off, I'm going to kill _everybody_ here and + blow up the station. I'll deny you the opportunity + to do it yourselves. + +VO:ORLON CMDR YOU WOULD NEVER DO THAT + +TUUD Oh, I'm sure that no one from UNPLUG would do it. + But I'm just a poor, obnoxious Pejorative, and I'm + used to doing crazy and hopeless things to get + attention. + +VO:ORLON CMDR YOU ARE BLUFFING + +TUUD Well, the question you have to ask yourself is, + 'Do you feel lucky'? Well, do you, Commander? + +Tuud smiles and rubs the side of the gun softly against her cheek. +She turns to find everyone else in Control cowering in a corner -- +except, of course, the unconscious Flasheart. + +INT. PEJOR -- FIRST CATHEDRAL + +EDNA Now stick your fingers out of the hole. + +BLACKADDER I am! But I don't see them poking out! + +DELUXX Of course -- a sockhole into another dimension! + +EDNA Well, I'll be an overexposed megastar -- it _is_ + the _real_ sock! + +Edna grabs Blackadder's earlobe. + +EDNA Be still, I want to feel your lifeforce -- your 'Pyoochhh'. + +BLACKADDER Sounds like you're coughing up a hairball. + +EDNA Oh! Such a clean earlobe, so easy to read, too. + Of course! The Emissionary! + +Edna lets go. + +BLACKADDER That's what the Cardigan terrorist called me -- + +EDNA The Emissionary is prophesied of in our holy documents. + Well, in the 'Reader's Digest' version, anyway. You + were _destined_ to steal it -- to safeguard it for a + time -- and now, to discover its power and return it to + us. Take yer hand out of the sock. + +A couple of voices emanate from inside the sock. + +VOICE 1 Anybody want to play a game of baseball? + +VOICE 2 If you build it, they will come. + +Edna turns to the camera and screws up her mouth in her trademark +confused/repulsed expression. + +INT. AVALON CONTROL -- A SHORT TIME LATER + +Blackadder, Deluxx and Edna rush into Control. The rest of the staff, +Ambassador G'Whiz and Ambassador Light Mauve are already there, +laughing and partying. + +BLACKADDER What's going on? + +G'WHIZ Ah, PeptoBISmol, Constable. You missed all the + FUN. + +MAUVE WHILE YOU WERE GONE -- THE ORLON COLLECTION WAS + AMBUSHED BY THE YARN REPUBLIC -- BOTH SIDES INCURRED + MAJOR LOSSES BUT UNPLUG OFFERED REBUILDING + ASSISTANCE -- + +G'WHIZ So we all signed a peace accord -- + +BLACKADDER -- with UNPLUG giving great choking wads of cash and + supplies to both sides to rebuild. + +MAUVE EXACTLY + +BLACKADDER That's what this whole thing was, all along. The Yarn + and the Orlons were bored, and you hatched a plot to + coerce UNPLUG into doling out foreign aid. I just + have one question. + +FLASHEART What is it? + +BLACKADDER Where's my cut? + +Everybody laughs and George hands Blackadder a couple of bars of +precious metal. + +BLACKADDER Ahh, goldless pratinum. The single easiest way to + legally extort cash out of UNPLUG Central and I didn't + think of it. My dear Deluxx, I must be losing my wits. + +DELUXX Why don't we go back to my quarters and let me help + you find them? + +BLACKADDER Ummmm, okay. + +FADE OUT. + + ----------------------------------------------------- + + THE END + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/boldlyin b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/boldlyin new file mode 100644 index 00000000..42151057 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/boldlyin @@ -0,0 +1,1571 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 1 +Message-ID: <1992Jan13.072438.51762@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 13 Jan 92 07:24:38 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 109 + + BOLDLY IN SHADOW + Chapter 1 + + + "Fire!" said Riker. He looked at his captain's face for what would be +the last time. + "Belay that order!" snapped another voice. Riker looked in shock at +the motley group of people entering the bridge. They were led by Lt. Chalice +Corey, a theoretical physicist. He didn't know her well; she had kept much to +herself during her six months on the ship. She had a reputation for being a +quiet, hard-working scientist. But following her, though--there was a tall, +dark man wearing Renaissance-like green and black velvet, another in shades of +blue, a tall woman with flame-like hair in copper-colored armor, and a +short woman with cloudy dark hair wearing several scraps of orchid-and-silver +cloth. + "Corey, what the--What the hell do you think you're doing?" + "Saving your butts. Hang on. This could get a little rough." She +raised her arms, closed her eyes, and after a few seconds a brief, grey +shimmering appeared, and in it, Captain Picard/Locutus. The red-head spoke a +phrase and immediately he was encased in a shining wall. The taller man +touched Corey's shoulder. She nodded up at him, and spoke three words. + The Borg ship exploded. No weapons were fired; no chain reaction +appeared; it simply blew up. + "Brace for EM shock wave." said Worf. It hit the next second. As soon +as everyone had regained their feet (and their composure) Riker turned to +Corey. + "Lieutenant, I would like an explanation." + "Commander, I think you deserve one." + "In the briefing room, if you please. All of you. Counselor, please +join us. Data, you have the bridge." + "Don't touch the captain," ordered the redhead as they all trooped out. + "Now, Lieutenant. That explanation, if you please." + Corey took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Commander Riker, +there's no way the Federation can handle the Borg. They'll eat you alive, and +you know it." + Riker said nothing. She continued, "More advanced races have lost to +them. Ask Guinan. What makes you think you're special?" + "What do you suggest?" + "You need our help." + "Who or what are you? Why should you want to help?" Carefully, he +lowered himself into the captain's seat. "And what did you do to the Borg +ship?" + "Taking your questions one at a time," Corey replied, also sitting +down, "My name is Chalice, and I am a Princess in Amber. These people are +members of my family: Merlin, Fiona, Mandrake, and Clarissa. I brought them +here to help me; the job is rather too large for just one of us. Besides, the +family that plays together, stays together. + "We want to help because we have a particular fondness for this Shadow. +We like humans. We like Romulans and Talosians and Vulcans and Betazoids and +even Klingons." + "What about Ferengi?" Riker asked. + "Don't push your luck," she shot right back. Then she smiled. "But we +don't like Borg, or their kind. As for what I did to them, well, let's just +call that one of my nastier tricks. It's rather a difficult spell to use, but +the results are worth it." + "Spells?" asked Deanna. "You mean you used magic?" + "In a manner of speaking, yes. I'm a sorceress. We're all sorcerers. +Does that bother you?" She smiled charmingly. + "Whether it bothers us or not is not the point. We've seen what your +'magic' can do. What are you going to do now? I presume you have some sort of +plan." + "Well, yes. Wasn't it Knute Rockne who said 'the best defence is a +good offence'? We're going to attack the Borg home planet." + Riker stood. "Are you crazy?" + Merlin smiled. "No one has ever accused this family of excessive +sanity." Corey's family seemed to be getting restive. + "Is Luke done yet?" Fiona said. + "Ask him," said Mandrake. + Fiona pulled out a group of cards--to Riker they appeared similar to +the Tarot deck--and selected one. The others watched as she gazed into it and +then, with a rainbow-like shimmering, another man appeared in the room, +clasping Fiona's hand. "Hello, Auntie," he said and kissed her cheek. Then he +sat down and put on his shoes, which he had been holding. + "Was it nice?" said Merlin blandly. + Luke was not put off. "Wonderful," he grinned. He ran his fingers +through his disordered hair and tucked in his shirttails. + "As I was about to say," Chalice continued impatiently, "We've won the +Federation a bit of time. I know you still have lots of questions, and I'll be +glad to answer them, but they'll have to wait just a bit. + "You've seen a sample of what we can do. We of Amber are going to +eradicate the Borg. What we need to know is whether you want to be in on it or +not?" + "Count us in." + "Good." + "But I can't speak for Starfleet Command." + "I understand. If at any time, for any reason, you want out, just say +so and we'll turn back." + The intercom beeped. "Laforge to Riker." + "Riker here. What is it, Geordi?" + "We've got some pretty strange things going on down in the +shuttlecraft bay." + "Oh, those are our ships, Commander." Chalice said. + Riker nodded. "It's all right. The owners will be down to collect +them soon." + As they left the briefing room, Riker asked, "What if we meet more Borg +on the way?" + "I'll deal with them." + + + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!agate!dog.ee.lbl.gov!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 2 +Message-ID: <1992Jan14.072838.51800@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 14 Jan 92 07:28:37 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 171 + + BOLDLY IN SHADOW + Chapter 2 + + + + Inside of the Shuttlecraft Hangar were four of the strangest ships Riker +had ever seen. The strangers exchanged casual, almost cool farewells among +each other, and all but Merlin went to their ships, Mandrake and Clarissa going +together. One by one, three of the four ships went up the the Bay and launched +into space. + Merlin looked down at Chalice. "I'm damned if I'm leaving with a +handshake," he said and gathered her into a voracious embrace. When he +released her and strode to his green-and-black miniature bird-of-prey, she was +gasping for breath. + In response to Riker's bemused expression, Lt. Corey replied weakly, +"We're a close family." + "I don't suppose you'd care to tell us more about them." + "Why not? The cat's out of the bag already." They went to her +quarters. Riker and Troi were shocked at the richness of the room. Comfort +was expected, but not Unicorn tapestries and two-meter long jade dragons. + They all sat down and made themselves comfortable--extremely +comfortable. A scent tickled Riker's nose. He wasn't sure if it was flowers +or incense, but it was very nice. With an effort he brought himself back to +business. + "First question. What do we do about the Captain?" + She thought for a moment and finally said, "I suppose you should take +him to Sickbay. Commander Data, Commander Laforge, and Doctor Crusher can see +what they can do for him. He's in stasis for an indefinite period of time, so +the ship is in no danger from him." + "What if there's nothing we can do?" + "Captain Picard is in no danger, either. It's perfectly safe to leave +him in stasis until we can help him." + Riker gave the necessary orders. + "You were going to tell us about your family," Deanna said. + "Yes. I suppose it all begins with my brother Oberon. He's dead now. +I think. In fact, he died before I was born. Oberon was king in Amber." + "What, exactly, is Amber?" Riker asked. + "It's a rather special place. I may take you there someday. + "Anyhow, Oberon was married about five times and had nobody-knows how +many mistresses. All told, he had about twenty children. Fiona is one. These +princes and princesses spent centuries feuding and plotting and eventually +succeeded in killing almost all of each other off. The Castle is almost empty +now. Let's see: Merlin is Prince Corwin's son, Luke is Benedict's son, and +Clarissa is Flora's daughter, but she was adopted by Fiona. Nobody knows where +she found Mandrake. Who else?--oh, Martin. He's King Random's son. Merlin, +by the way, is also my husband." + "You married your own great-nephew?" + "Like I said, it's a close family." Chalice replied, grinning. +"Really, though, intra-family liasons are not all that common. We usually go a +little farther afield." + "And you're all sorcerers," Riker said. + "Oh, no. Just a few of us. Me, Merlin, Fiona, Clarissa, Luke. +Mandrake and Martin are just along for moral support." + "By the way," Riker said carefully, "what's your lifespan?" + Chalice laughed. "I was wondering if you'd catch that. Virtually +immortal. I spend a lot of time dodging Dr. Crusher. It didn't get bad until +about forty years ago. Since then diagnostic techniques have gotten +sophisticated enough to pinpoint that I'm not exactly human." + "So, Lieutenant, what is the plan you and your family have developed to +save the Federation?" + "Well, Commander--Captain?" Riker indicated that it didn't matter which +rank she used, "right now it's a little fuzzy. I will pilot the Enterprise to +the rendezvous point--" She broke off and a furrow appeared between her eyes. + "What's wrong, Chalice?" Deanna asked. + "I just realized--a warp six hellride. Zowie." Seeing their +confusion, she smiled and said, "You don't understand. That's okay. You will +soon enough. + "So. Everyone else is off gathering armadas from various other +Shadows. We'll meet up and attack the Borg, and, hopefully, drive them back +where they came from." + Deanna got up to take a closer look at the unicorn tapestry. It looked +genuine. She hadn't suffered through that minor in Art History for nothin. +But it wasn't like any other similar work she'd ever seen before. "That's the +second time you've mentioned Shadows, Chalice," she said. "What do you mean by +that?" + "Shadows are different realities; different universes. As one who has +walked the Pattern of Amber, I have the power to travel between different +Shadows. And I can take others with me. + "Commander, your biggest problem with the Borg is that they assimilate +and adapt to new technology so quickly, right?" + "Right," he said cautiously. + "So we want to hit them so quickly, and with so many different +technologies, all at once, that they won't stand a chance. + "But now, sir, i really need to rest up. I've got a warp six hellride +coming, and a lot of spells to hang." + "What course should we set?" + "It really doesn't matter. I should stop and effect whatever repairs +you can do in, say, six hours." + + As they returned to the bridge, Riker asked Deanna for her advice. + "I'd trust her. I like Chalice--she's smart and honest. She's been +evasive about some things, but now we know why. And she really does know what +she's doing. I'd stake the Sacred Chalice of Reeks on it." + "I'm still not happy about it." + "Well, then, Will, think about it this way. What better options do we +have right now?" + + Six hours later, Chalice took her place at the Com station. + "Is there anything we need to do to prepare for this?" Riker said. + "Just sit back and enjoy the ride." + "All right, then. Mr. Crusher, ahead warp factor six." + "Warp factor six, sir." + At first nothing unusual happened. After about ten minutes, though, +Data reported that he could not state the ship's location. Then an unfamiliar +nebula appeared off the starboard bow. An asteroid field of giant rough +diamonds flashed by, and they skirted around a cluster of seven stars orbiting +each other so closely they sucked matter from their neighbors. + Space slowly lightened to a deep emerald green. A blue whale swam +lazily by and waved at them. + "Captain, that whale is travelling at warp factor six-point-two," Data +said. + Riker took a deep breath. He was getting less and less sure of what +he'd let the ship in for. Next to him, Shelby was staring at him, silently +urging him to go back to sane behavior. + Chalice sat back. "Follow the whale, Wes," she said. He did and they +went through the deepening blue space after the animal. Space continued to +change colors around them: from sapphire it darkened into violet, then purple, +wine, and finally crimson. + "Data," asked Shelby, "what do sensors show about the coloration around +us?" + "We are passing through a field of photons with uniform frequencies, +Commander. There is no danger to the ship." + "I see," she said, leaning back. Maybe, Riker thought, she was unhappy +that they weren't in more danger. + As the first hint of yellow lightened the sky, Chalice said, "Take us +on a heading of 1.57 mark zero." + Obediently, the ship shot nearly vertically out of the photon field, +and space was black around them once more. + "Rear view on auxiliary screen," Riker said. "Let's see where we've +been." On the small screen appeared a rainbow weaving like a drunken ribbon +through space. "Do you suppose if we followed it we'd find a pot of gold?" he +murmered to Deanna. She smiled. "By the way, is there anything out there +sensors aren't reading?" + "Nothing I can't pick up. I'll keep you posted--there!" + Riker looked at the main screen. + Across the deep blackness of space cut a strip of flat blackness. + "Worf," he snapped, "what is that?" + "Sensors show nothing there." + "There's something there, all right." + "Does your Betazoid ESP tell you that?" Shelby asked. + "No, my human gut instinct." + "I know what you mean," Riker said. "What is that, Chalice?" + "The Black Road. It's probably how the Borg got into your Shadow." + "What do you mean, into *our* Shadow?" + "They aren't native to your galaxy, or even your universe. They're +from a nearby Shadow, where life is considerably--different--from yours. + "Steer around the Road, Wesley." + They avoided it with ease. A giant teacup powered with steam flashed +past them. + "They're from a different Shadow? But they look humanoid." + "A lot of Shadows have humanoids, Captain Riker." A school of +kilometer-long space jellyfish gambolod across their path. + "Data, as soon as sensors show a ring nebula with exceptionally strong +ouput in the 4.5 MHz range, let me know. We should be there soon." + Within three minutes Data reported finding the nebula in question. As +they approached it, sensors showed a large number of ships in the immediate +vicinity, of several varietes, none of them known to the Federation. + + +with steam flashed by. + + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 3 +Message-ID: <1992Jan15.091449.51831@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 15 Jan 92 09:14:49 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 192 + + + BOLDLY IN SHADOW + Chapter 3 + + + + "Captain, we are being hailed," Worf said. + "On visual." + Merlin's face appeared on the screen. "What took you so long? You're +the last to arrive." + "We only had to come twice as far as all the others." Chalice replied. +"Is the Council ready?" + "Ready and waiting." Merlin gave the co-ordinates, deep in the heart of +a spherical black battle station. + Riker stood. "Shelby, Data, Deanna, and Geordi, come with me. Worf, +you have the conn. After you, Your Highness." The Away Team followed Chalice +to Transporter room three. + When they materialized Riker noticed three things at once: first, the +room they were in was cheerfully decorated in shades of black, grey, and silver; +second, the alien commander was either an android or else he wore some kind of +grotesque black mask which filtered his breathing; and third, Chalice had +changed her clothes during the transport. She now wore a Renaissance-style +gown of crimson velvet with lavish silver embroidery and pearls. + Merlin bowed gracefully; the alien officers went to their knees. +Chalice stepped forward and took her husband's proffered arm. The alien +commander rose and joined the Enterprise team. + The corridors continued the battle stations sunny decorating scheme. +And honor guard of officers in grey or black uniforms and crew in white +armor lined their route. + The councis room was circular, fifteen meters in diameter, and (of +course) had black walls, floor, and furnishings. The ceiling only was white +with elaborate geometric moldings. The round table was nearly full. Two seats +were empty at the far side, clearly intended for the sorcerers, since the +other people of Amber were grouped together there. The huge man in the mask +took his place with two other men wearing the grey uniform of the station. A +wide variety of alen beings, some humanoid, some not, filled the room. Half a +dozen small orange scaly humanoids sat next to two cylindrical shapes topped +by domes and a variety of metal limbs. An android, far more primitive than +Data, slumped in a chair, ignored by everyone. + Chalice and Merlin took their seats. Three seats near the bottom of +the table remained empty; Riker, Shelby, and Troi took them. Data and +LaForge stood. + Chalice spoke first. "We welcome all of you here and acknowledge +the inconvenience and effort you have made to join this fleet. We wish to +thank Governor Ginalt for the use of this station as a meeting place. I am +sure there is no question in your minds about why we are here today. + "Some of you have encountered the Borg before, and have suffered +because of it. Others have only seen the destruction they they wrought." + The android muttered, "High time somebody did the job." The man at +Chalice's left, who wore a black leather jacket, a studded collar, three +earrings, and blue hair, threw a paperweight at him. It bounced harmlessly +off the android's metal body. + "Shut up, Marvin," the man said. + Chalice continued, "We acknowledge all your contributions to this war. +The purpose of this council is to formulate our strategy. Captain Riker and +Commanders Shelby, Data, and LaForge are our resident experts on the Borg. +Captain, will you fill in the rest of the group?" + Riker cleared his throat and stood. "Yes, of course. The Federation +first encountered the Borg several months ago . . . ." Succinctly the four of +them told of their encounters. When they were done, one of the metal beings +intoned "This information comes from Humans. Humans are inferior beings. +Daleks require more accurate information." Riker decided he didn't like +Daleks much. But he said, "We will gladly send you the complete files in our +computers." + "I trust that will be acceptable, Dalek," Chalice said. "I personally +vouch for the records accuracy." + "That is acceptable." + "Are there any more question?" Chalice said. "Good. The Borg's most +formidible attribute is the skill with which they adapt to new technologies. +You each get one chance at them, and then you must fall back. After one shot, +they will have analyzed your weaponry and capabilites, offensive and defencive, +and they'll cut you up like rice paper. After one shot, you fall back. One of +us will guide the survivors back home. + "The Enterprise has already had her shot. She stays at the rear of the +fleet to act as a command center. It shouldn't be too hard to find the Borg, +either. All we need to do is to follow the Black Road and they will find us. + "Our main task here is to fix the batting order, as it were. Who wants +to go first?" + "The honor of the Empire demands that we have the premier place," said +the dessicated man next to the Mask. + "Very will, Governor Ginalt. The Death Star may have that honor. Who +will be next?" + "The Daleks" and "The Sontaran Centurions" were spoken simultaneously. +"The Borg will be exterminated," continued the Dalek alone. "The Sontarans do +not follow the Daleks in anything," insisted a stubby humanoid in a silver suit. + "Very well. The Daleks and the Sontarans may attack together. Who +next?" + "We will!! We will!! We will die gloriously in the service of Amber!!" +shouted the little orange guys who had barely restrained themselves up to now. + "I don't think that's wise," said Luke. "We will have had two direct +attacks; the third encounter should be more--subtle. Storkey, you're number +three." + A humanoid who bore a strong resemblance to a Tellarite with mange +nodded, spat, and scratched vigorously as if for fleas. Admiral Ginalt +looked pained. + "After that, the Kanossians may demonstrate their loyalty to Amber," +Chalice decided. They jumped up and down in glee. Riker wondered if they were +going to turn somersaults on the polished table. "Marvin, you're number five on +the hit parade." + "Don't you mean hit list?" Marvin mumbled. + Chalice turned to Merlin. "How are the nanites going?" + "Pretty well. Luke has been doing some refinements on them." + "They've gobbled up everything we've thrown at them and begged for +more," Luke said. + "Pity you couldn't try them on Marvin," Mandrake muttered. Smiles +passed around the table. + "Here I sit, brain the size of a planet, and listen to insults. Life. +Don't talk to me about life," Marvin complained. + "Merlin, is Ghost ready?" Chalice said, ignoring the distractions. + "He's working on it." + "What's the problem?" + "Well, the Shadows we want are all either too close to Amber for comfort +or else way off near Chaos." + "And?" + "And Ghost doesn't like messing with either one." + "Tell him he'd better find a place soon or we'll send them to him. His +Shadow is perfectly adequate for our needs." + "Chalice . . ." Merlin said calmly. + "What?" + "Treating him that way doesn't work. He might just go off and sulk. +What good will that do us?" + "Just make sure he's ready when we need him." + "With all due respect," asked Shelby, "Just what do you people plan on +doing? Leading the cheering section?" + Several of the nobles of Amber turned imperious glares on her. Fiona +seemed about to speak, but Merlin forestalled her. + "There's no guarantee that any of you will succeed. Nevertheless, +this mission must not fail. We," he raised his arms, indicating his family, +"will be nearby at all times; if one attack fails, then we will step in and +use our powers. Frankly, we hope we're just leading the cheering section." + "I don't see why--" + "Because a) there are only a few of us; b) in the short term our +powers are limited; and, c) if any of us die, then some of you don't go home. +If you don't want to be stranded forever in a strange shadow, I suggest you +not argue." + Shelby opened her mouth but no words came out. Her hands went to her +throat. Deanna stood and looked at the Mask. "Let her go," she said. + Mask waved a finger negligently and Shelby could breathe again. + "My apologies, Commander," Admiral Ginalt said. "Lord Vader is +sometimes a little . . . impatient . . . with those who lack a proper respect +for authority." + "My apologies," Riker replied. "Commander Shelby meant no real +disrespect." + Chalice inclined her head. "Apology accepted, Commander. I believe +this council stands adjourned." + + + Back on the Enterprise, Riker ordered the other members of the away +team to prepare full reports on what they had seen, hears, or otherwise +learned aboard the Death Star. (Data simply downloaded his short-term +memory into the main computer). + The fleet followed the Black Road. As they progressed, it expanded +until it stretched out as far as sensors could show. The Black Road became +a Black Plane. + They had not been underway when the first Borg Cubeship appeared. + The Death Star moved forward, away from the fleet. The Borg Cube +stopped, and the two ships hung motionless for several minutes. "Data, check +all frequencies. What are they saying?" Shelby said. + "There are no communications between the two ships." + "I suppost they're doing the same initial surveillance they did to us. +They've probably beamed somebody over to learn the technology." + "Well, Ginalt had better not wait. The Borg learn awfully fas--" +Riker was remarking when eight blue beams leapt out of the crater in the +station's hull. They met, and in a Newtonian collision pattern, one huge beam +surged toward the Borg ship. + The Borg ships collapsed almost immediately, and in seconds the ship was +nothing but dust rejoining the interstellar matter out of which it had come. + Data's cool voice cut through the cheers on the bridge. "Captain, the +Borg ship let off a high-energy burst .2 seconds before their destruction." + "A communications packet?" + "It seems likely." + "Direction?" + "1.7 mark 1.41" + "Straight back up the road," Shelby murmured. "Can we intercept?" + "Negative. The packet's speed was warp 9.87. It is now beyond sensor +range." + "Then they'll be warned," said Riker. + Chalice opened hailing frequencies. "Attention, all ships. The Borg +have been warned of our presence. Death Star, assume new position. All ships, +full speed ahead." She closed the curcuit, leaned back, and added grimly, +"Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred." + + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 4 +Message-ID: <1992Jan17.083623.51886@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 17 Jan 92 08:36:21 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 252 + + BOLDLY IN SHADOW + + CHAPTER 4 + + + The fleet had barely assumed its new formation when the next Borg ship +approached. Immediately the Sontaran battle fleet, followed closely by the +hemispherical Dalek cruiser, attacked. + Disruptor beams flashed back and forth; the Sontaran beams splashed +harmlessly into the Borg shields. Then the Enterprise screen was filled with +the glare of explosions. + "What is that?" Riker asked. + "The Sontarans are overloading their engines and charging the Borg +ship," Data answered. + "They're turning themselves into antimatter torpedoes," Wesley added. + "Best use for them," Merlin muttered. + "Borg sheilds remain at 100 percent efficiency," reported Data. "The +Sontaran fleet is completely eliminated." + Chalice was holding a card and seemed to be talking to it as if it +were a communication device. "Fiona, you're up." She listened intently and +nodded, passed her hand over the face of the card and was about to address +Riker when another explosion occured. + "The Dalek ship has been eliminated, sir," Worf reported. + "Captain Riker, withdraw--maximum speed." + "Why?" + "No time to explain. Just do it." + "Wesley, get us out of here. Best possible speed." + "Aye, sir." As the ship pulled away Riker ordered 360 degree view on +the main screen. The picture split, with the center still showing forward, +while around it were views at other angles. Chalice gripped the railing and +concentrated on the center picture, while around them the rest of the fleet +fled in different directions. + The Borg ship disappeared. At nearly the same moment the ship was +wrenched backwards by a tremendous force, which was all Riker was aware of +in the moments before he blacked out. + + + Something was itching near his nose. Riker reached up to scratch and +he realized that it was carpet. He blinked and tried to sit up. That wasn't +a good idea. Waves of dizziness and nausea rolled over him. Hands helped him +to a standing position, and it took him a moment to place them. Worf and Data. + Solahr and the Coreys were also walking. Several people (Ensigns +Torres and Gomez, as well as young Crusher) were still groping towards +consciousness. Deanna was still out, as were Geordi and whats-his-name at +Environmental, but Shelby was awake. And looking none too happy about it. +She slouched in her chair, her head in her hands. + He touched her shoulder as he sat down. "Shelby. How're you feeling?" + "I think I had a hangover this bad. Once." Selahr administered a +hypo. + "Then you've got a stronger head than I do." It was his turn for a +shot. It took a few seconds before he started feeling better--better being a +strictly relative term. "Data, Lt. Corey, report. What the hell happened? +Shelby, I need to know the ship's condition." + Data responded first. "According to our instruments, we encountered +a sudden gravitational force. Instruments have not yet succeded in measuring +it accurately." + "Source?" + "It would seem to have been the Borg ship." + "Chalice? What did your cousin do?" + "Niece. Fiona, it would seem, planted a singularity in the core of the +ship." + "She what?" + "See why we want to keep our intervention to a minimum?" + "But at that distance, going that velocity, we shouldn't have escaped," +he objected. + Data interrupted their discussion. "Our instruments are not very +illuminating. Different sensors show contradictory data." + "We weren't exactly at that distance, going that speed," Chalice +explained. "I had just started to shift shadow. That must have given us the +push we needed to slingshot around the singularity." + "So where are we now?" + "Unknown," Data said, and limped off. + "You got me," Chalice answered. "Merlin's working on that one now." + "Shelby, what kind of shape are we in?" + "Warp engines are offline again. Impulse power is only at forty +percent efficiency, but steady. The entire crew, with the exception of +Data was unconscious for between eighty and ninety minutes, but there are +no serious injuries." + "Thanks. Data, you were awake? What happened?" + The android looked at his hands. The left-hand fingers twitched +slightly. "I find it difficult to explain, sir." + "Are you all right, Data?" asked the now-awake Troi. + "Negative, Counsellor. I, too, am operating at lessened efficiency." + Riker hit his communicator. "Bridge to Engineering. Geordi, what's +the problem?" + "I can't say, sir. I've tried rerouting power, boosting the +generators, everything short of scrubbing the cables. The power's just not +there--the whole system's at about forty percent." + Chalice cleared her throat. Riker nodded and signed off. "What is +it, Lieutenant?" + "We've got it figured out." + "And?" + "And you're not going to like it," Merlin said. + "I already don't like it." + "Well, Chalice had started to shift shadow when the gravity well +grabbed us . . ." + "Tell me something I don't know," he snapped. His head had +subsided to the level of a moderately bad volcanic eruption. + Merlin stiffened, but a nudge from Chalice kept him talking. +" . . . and I gave us a little extra kick before I went under. We've +ended up in a different shadow, one where certain chemical and electro- +magnetic processes operate under different rules." He smiled pleasantly. + "You mean they don't work." + "Correction, Captain," Data interrupted. "They appear to operate, +but at lessened efficiency." + "Can your friends get us out?" + Merlin grinned this time. "I've been unable to make contact with any +of them. Which means they can't talk to us, they won't talk to us, or that +the signal isn't getting through." + "We think it's the third thing." Chalice added. + "What you mean is that we're on our own." + "That's correct." + "And you two are nothing more than inconvenient passengers." + "With all due respect, Captain, Merlin is an inconvenient passenger. +I am a duly commisssioned Starfleet officer." + Shelby seemed about to respond to this statement, but Riker forestalled +her. "Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Can you and the 'inconvenient passenger' find +a way out of here?" + "We'll work on it." + Riker turned to Troi. "Can you sense anything?" + She shook her head as if to clear it. "Quite a bit, actually. The +conditions which make it hard for the computers seem to make things easier for +me. The crew is responding well, all things considered, to this situation. I +sense no other life around us, however. In fact, we may be the only living +things in this entire universe." + Riker felt a faint twinge of unease. To be the only living things in +an entire universe was not an honor he had ever craved. "Right. Chalice--" + "Pizza, anyone?" Merlin said, holding a green-and-gold box with strange +characters printed on it. + "Where did you get that?" + "Well, like the engines, it seems our magic works, but at a reduced +level. I've never worked so hard for a pizza in my life. Beer, that's another +story." Sure enough, several bottles sat on the floor near his feet. + "Logrus works, then?" Chalice asked. + "Seems to. But it's hard, like reaching through granite." + "Then Pattern magic should work." + "Should." Merlin opened the box. "Ugh. Anchovies, fried eggs, and-- +prunes?" He closed the box again. "Last time I order from these guys." + "We should be able to shift shadow." + "You want to go back to the battle?" + "No. We couldn't do any good there. But we could find out what hap- +pened, and take care of Captain Picard." + "Home?" + Chalice nodded, and the two magicians conferred for a few minutes. +Worf sniffed the discarded pizza and, apparently deciding it was to his liking, +set it aside for later consumption. The magicians reached a decision, and +Chalice said, "Captain Riker, we aren't inconvenient after all." + He took a deep breath. Here we go again, he thought. "Briefing room, +please, everyone." + + + + + CHAPTER 5 + + Once the senior oficers were assembled, Chalice outlined the plan. +The Enterprise and the magicians would combine their energies to find a class-M +planet. A small party would then beam down with Captain Picard (still in +stasis) and would travel to Amber, where they could heal Picard and discover the +fate of the Borg and the rest of the armada. Then they would return to the +ship, and Chalice would conduct the Enterprise back to the Federation. + "Why do you want to find a planet?" asked Shelby. + Chalice and Merlin looked at each other, and Riker could almost see +them mentally scratching their heads. Clearly this question had never come +up before. "Theoretically, we don't," Merlin said finally. "But it's much +easier that way: the more similar the surroundings are when we start, the +faster the trip." + "And if your plan doesn't work?" + "You'll be no worse off than you are now." + "What about the Borg?" Shelby clearly didn't like the idea of more +shadow-shifting and other magic. In fact, it was obvious she didn't like +anything about how this mission had turned out. + "As soon as we can contact someone else, we'll know," Merlin replied. +His temper was beginning to wear a little short, too. + "You'll excuse us if we're not overly confident in you." + Merlin stood. "Captain Riker," he said, turning his back on Shelby, +"you are in the service of the Royal House of Amber. It's not your place to +express confidence or the lack of it." + "Ours is not to reason why?" Riker asked. + "My father was in the Charge of the Light Brigade; he was one of the +handful of survivors." Merlin replied, sitting down again. + "So, Captain," Chalice remarked, "if you would instruct Commander +LaForge to move the ship, we'll start the job." + + Somewhat disgruntled, the officers resumed their bridge positions. +"What do you think of your friend Chalice now?" muttered Riker to Troi. + "*I* have confidence in them," she answered. "Even though this has +not worked out at all as they had hoped, they are still sure of their ability +to handle whatever comes up. I think they're used to surprises. + "And, Will, don't worry about the ship. Their number-one goal is to +get the Enterprise and all of her crew home safely." + The ship moved forward at a snail's crawl. This time, it seemed to +be Merlin guiding their course. At first it appeared difficult, even for him. +After about twenty minutes, a bright blue nebula appeared off the port bow. It +took the ship another ten minutes to reach and enter it. "Go towards the +yellow spot, Wesley," Merlin said. + "What yellow spot?" + "Look for sodium traces," Chalice said. A narrow tongue of gas, +slightly greener than the surrounding cloud, snaked near them. Wesley +followed the vein, which got yellower and yellower. + As he did so, the whole atmosphere changed subtly. The lights seemed +brighter, the sounds clearer. Riker's headache finally cleared away completely. + "Captain Riker, the engine room reports that we have eighty-five +percent impulse power," the Ensign Gomez said. + "Thank you. Data, how are you?" + "I am operating at full efficiency atain, sir." + "Glad to hear it. Mr. Crusher, begin scanning for potential systems." + "Not quite yet, Captain," Chalice said. "We're close, but we aren't +to the shadow we need yet. Keep going until we hit familiar space. Then halt. +Whatever you do, maintain radio silence. + "Merlin is going to work with the Ghostwheel to find the exact shadow +we want. If Ghost feels like cooperating. Keep going, Wes." + "Forward half-speed, Ensign," Riker said. This whole thing was really +starting to get to him, too. Pressure on his arm made him look over at Troi. + "Let's talk." she murmured. + "Commander Shelby, you have the bridge." He led the way back to the +briefing room; he couldn't stomach the thought of using the Ready Room as his +own. "Well, Deanna? What's on your mind?" + "Plenty. While we were in that 'shadow', I told you that my senses +were heightened." + "And did you learn anything of interest?" he said, not hiding his lack +of interest. + "I had a glimpse into the minds of Chalice and Merlin. Will, you have +no idea how powerful these beings are; they manipulate reality the way we do +computer programs." + "Like the Q?" + "Not as fast or as showy, maybe, but yes. And on a much vaster scale. +And not so arbitrarily, either, thank the Rings of Betazed." + "You mean they could do what Q does?" + "They could do--anything. I got the strong impression that Merlin +would rather enjoy turning Shelby into a coatrack." + "I'll keep her busy." + "One other thing, Will. I also got a whiff of . . . well, you could +call it precognition." + "You saw the future?" + "Futures. Not so much 'saw,' as . . ." She sighed. "Damn, it's hard +to describe. I got an impression of an incredibly twisted, convoluted set of +paths, branching and connecting in uncountably many combinations. And if +those two are heading for the path I think they are, we're in for some fun." + + + + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 5 +Message-ID: <1992Jan20.102943.51925@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 20 Jan 92 10:29:43 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 169 + + CHAPTER 6 + + The door opened and Shelby entered. "We're here." + "Where?" asked Riker, following her back to the bridge. + "Starbase 45. Only it's not." + "What do you mean, it's not?" + "There are no life signs anywhere on the planet or in the station," +Data replied. + "But half a million people live on Doozer." Mostly Tellarites, it was +true, but Federation citizens nonetheless. + "Not this Doozer," said Chalice. She stood on tiptoe and kissed her +husband lightly. "Good work, darling. Very fine-tuned shifting." She turned +to Riker. "That, sir, is a fully-equipped starbase. Commander Laforge and his +staff can find all the tools and equipment they need to get the mains online +again, while Merlin, I, and whomever else you choose beam down to the surface +and go in search of Amber." + "Before you start assembling equipment," Merlin added, "I should warn +you that electronic devices don't work in Amber. Don't weigh yourselves down +with too much stuff. And I'm afraid Data can't go. I'm sorry about that, Data. +You'd find it fascinating." + "You need not apologize, sir. I presume that those conditions preclude +your bringing back tricorder recordings as well." + "I'm afraid so." + "Then," Riker said, "the away team will consist of myself, Counsellor +Troi, Dr. Crusher, and Lt. Worf. Geordi, I'll need and anti-grav gurney to +carry Captain Picard, and put some wheels on it. When the power fails, we can +pull it." + "I'll have it for you in ten minutes." Geordi left the bridge with +Merlin and Chalice. + "Captain Riker," Shelby said, ice dripping off every word, "regulations +clearly prohibit--" + "Stuff regulations, Shelby. I'm going down, and you can't stop me." + "And what do you think you'll be accomplishing by that?" + "You once accused me of not being able to make the 'big decisions.' +Well this is one I have no trouble with." + "I'm not entirely happy with some of your decisions, *Captain*." + "Well, *Commander*, you can register your complaints with the +appropriate authorities when we get back home. Until then, you'll just have +to live with it. You have the ship until my return." Followed by Worf and +Troi, he left the bridge. + In Transporter Room Four, the three found Dr. Crusher and the Coreys +waiting for them. Picard's still, mutilated body lay on a gurney. Looking at +him gave Riker the creeps. + "I've found a nice meadow for you, sir," O'Brian said as they +stepped onto the platform. + "Thank you, Chief. Energize." + + The meadow was lovely. A few late wildflowers brightened the tall +grass, and in the distance they could hear what sounded like a whipporwhill. +Looking around, Riker noticed Chalice had changed her clothes again. The +crimson velvet gown was replaced by silvery tunic, trousers, and cloak, and a +mail-shirt of some metal he'd never seen before. The jeweled pendant she'd +worn before still hung around her neck, though. "Do you change outfits +every time you step into a transporter beam, Lieutenant?" he asked. + "Only when it's convenient, Commander." + "You're wearing armor. Do you expect trouble?" + "When going to Amber, it's best to be prepared for any eventuality." + "Hey!" Merlin said. "That's mithril! Where did you find mithril?" + "Where one usually finds it." + "In a barrow?" + "That's right. And I'm not telling you where it is, so don't even +ask." + "What is mithril?" Worf asked, interested. + "A metal alloy invented and worked by elven folk in ancient times, +lighter, stronger, and lovelier than any other," replied Troi. "My father +reared me on Tolkien," she explained. She reached out a hand to touch Chalice's +sleeve. "So it really exists." + "Of course. Everything really exists, if you only know how to look." + "Speaking of places to look, which way do we go?" Riker asked Merlin. + He turned to Chalice. "Majesty?" + Chalice of Amber, Princess of the Unicorn, shaded her eyes and looked +around. "That way," she said, indicating a pleasant way following a brook. +She and Merlin led the way, followed by Troi, then Crusher with the gurney. +Worf and Riker were in the rear. + At first Riker noticed no changes. Then he realized that the sky was +a purer, more intense blue than he had ever seen before. Even Alaska during +midsummer could only approximate it. The birdsongs had also altered, become +more various and vibrant. + A light breeze played about as they made their way. Merlin was +whistling some half-familiar air, and it would all have been very pleasant if he +hadn't been looking at Captain Picard/Locutus the whole time. Once he tried to +hail the ship; there was no answer. + The trees were thicker now, and older. They left the creek and ascended +a steep hillside. When they reached the top, they made a sharp turn around a +rocky outcropping. Worf looked back, then touched Riker's arm and pointed. +The meadow had disappeared. They were engulfed in an ancient and verdant +forest. + They had been walking for nearly an hour, Riker guessed, but the sun +had moved far across the sky. "Thirsty?" Merlin asked, handing around a +goatskin. + "We're making good time. This looks to be near the edge of Arden," +Chalice remarked. + "We should be home by nightfall, if all goes well." + "Except--" + "Except what?" + Chalice pointed to the gurney. "The juice still floweth. If we were +anywhere close . . ." + "You're right." + "Well, let's keep going. We can only get closer." The group descended +the other side of the hill. As they went down, the forest grew thicker, the sky +darker, and the birds silent. At last the only sounds that broke the gloom +were the wind in the branches and the cry of the owls. Chalice's mithril-shirt +shimmered in the uncertain light; Riker seemed to recall that that was a bad +sign. + "The owls--" Merlin began. + "Don't say it, Merle," Chalice ordered. + "The owls are not what they seem." + Chalice spoke three short words and a bright spark shot from her out- +stretched hand right into the middle of Merlin's back. + "Ow!" + "I told you not to say it." Silence fell and the group tramped along +for some time in the increasing dark, until they could barely see their way. +"We're going the wrong way," Chalice said in an accusing tone. + "I *know* we're going the wrong way," Merlin replied. "The road keeps +shifting away from us." + "Here--let's hold up for a minute." The group stopped at the base of +a giant redwood, fifteen feet across. While Merlin conjured up and passed +around a waterbag, Chalice spoke. "We have a problem." + "No. Not really. You?" Riker answered. + "We're getting farther from Amber, not closer. There can be only one +explanation: someone with comparable powers doesn't want us to get there. +And that means Family." + "But your family . . ." Crusher began to say, but she was cut off by +Merlin's terse response. + "Not this family." + "So we need to be ready for anything. Take a rest while we work it +out." Merlin first set to getting light; he came up with three pine-knot +torches, a large flashlight, and two Coleman lanterns. Chalice took the pack +of cards from a pouch at her belt, selected several, and concentrated on them +for a time. She shook her head and put them away. "No answer. We must +still be personae non gratae. We're going to have to walk all the way. So, +let's get prepared." She reached into the air and an old-style phaser rifle +materialized in her hands. She tossed it to Riker. It was followed by a +particularly lethal-looking machine gun, a sonic disruptor, a dart gun, and +a large variety of blades. Last of all came mithril shirts and silvery +cloakes like those she wore. Merlin already had his sword; he took a pistol, +a Vegan-style laser, a mithril shirt, and a few more blades. The others +donned the armor and cloaks, and selected the weapons they felt comfortable +with. Riker took a projectile-firing pistol, a long knife and a bastard +sword. + Worf gathered as many different weapons as he could stash away in his +uniform and armor and still move freely, a truly awe-inspiring number. Troi +was too worried about their situation to marvel for more than a moment at the +thought of her very own mithril-shirt and dagger. She also picked a large +gun that looked as though aim wasn't a terribly important part of its +usefulness. Crusher took the phaser, a pistol, and a tiny knife that looked +like a scalpel. She tried to lay a mithril shirt over Picard, but the Borg +circuitry shot off sparks when it touched the ancient metal. + "Well, that confirms what we thought all along," she said, removing +the shirt from Picard. "The Borg are basically evil." + "Hey, Merle," said Chalice, "Take a look at this." He joined her at +the gurney and watched as she pressed it down. Whe she released it, it bounced +back up. "Did that look slow to you?" + He tried it. "It's sluggish, all right." + "That's a good sign. I think." + "Maybe. But this place has a foul stink to it." + "I thought that was the skunk cabbage." + "Whatever. Let's get out of here." + "Right. Commander Riker, we're moving out." + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 6 +Message-ID: <1992Jan21.092222.51942@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 21 Jan 92 09:22:22 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 166 + + CHAPTER 7 + + + Carefully, occasionally stumbling over roots, the group moved forward. +Despite the lamps and torches the darkness clung palpably to them. A narrow +path corssed their way; they turned to the right and followed it. It twisted +and jagged around trees and forded foul streams and switchbacked through +steep, bramble-filled ravines. + At the bottom of such a gorge, deeper than the others, the path didn't +go back up, but followed the bottom. Near a particularly thick, tall, and +reeking bramble patch, the path was blocked by a man. Or, more correctly, +something that had once been a man. One eye was missing; the flesh hung in +strips from his bones. Torn and rotting clothing revealed an equally torn and +rotting body below. + Troi stifled a scream at the sight. Crusher let a sickened moan +escape. Worf growled. Riker didn't say anything, but he was glad he hadn't +eaten recently. Merlin and Chalice alone took the horrific sight in stride. + The being raised an arm. In an hand that was mostly skeleton he held +a gleaming scimitar. "Nnnoonne shhaallll ppaaaassssss." + "Zombies," said Merlin. "They have such a way with words." Quicker +than the others could follow, he sliced the zombie into seven different +pieces, which lay on the ground and twitched as they proceeded down the path. + An arrow *whicked* into a tree near Riker's head. He spun around, +phaser rifle set at disintegrate and saw--nothing. + Troi screamed, for real this time. In the beams of the waving flash- +lights Riker could see zombies advancing on them from both sides. The formerly +lifeless forest had sprouted lifeless warriors from every tree and shrub, from +every bramble patch and stream bed. Forward they came, dropping clods of flesh, +but holding swords, bows, tommy guns and tomahawks at the ready. + "Run!" shouted Riker. He pulled the trigger and cut a wide swath +through the forces. Worf's machine gun was louder, but just as effective at +blowing away pieces of the attackers. + The only trouble was, it wasn't enough to blow away just part of them. +Riker quickly learned that he had to hold the phaser on one zombie long +enough to obliterate nearly all of him--almost three seconds apiece. Too long. +Soon he was using the rifle as a club, swinging it wildly, knocking putrefying +body parts into the bushes. + Beside him, Worf was now wielding two blades against five zombies. +Past him Merlin fought, his teeth flashing demonaically. As they retreated, +Riker caught a glimpse of the women: Chalice was clearing a path for them +while the others steered the gurney along the twisting, narrow path. + "Back!" Merlin said. He sliced one bloated attacker into three pieces +and ran, dark sword in hand. + Riker smashed one skull into shards (which didn't deter the owner at +all), knocked off three arms, and followed Merlin. + Worf slice-n-diced two more zombies with his swords. With a flying +hitch-kick he knocked head and trunk off another. On the rebound, a round- +house punch shattered one unfortunate undead nearly into dust. He followed the +others down the path while it remained clear. Valor in battle was one thing; +foolishly getting caught behind was another. + Riker pounded down the path at a dead run, following its twists and +turns in the cloying, fetid darkness as best he could. Around this boulder, +trip on a root, keep on going--barely--stop! + The path ended. So did the mountain. Momentum propelled him forward +and he made a wild grasp at a branch as he went over the edge. + And it held. Riker pulled himself up until his feet were once more +on solid ground. + Out here the sky was clear, and two full moons illuminated the cliff +side. "Worf, watch out," he shouted back up into the forest. "There's a +cliff ahead." Looking down the rocky slope, he could see the others, +picking their way down. Merlin had joined them and the four looked like a +wierd funeral party, guiding the bier awkwardly down the hillside, armed to the +teeth, descending to the moonlit mist below. Worf had joined him by now, and +they chose a likely path. Clambering down the shale, they joined the others +below. + "Is everyone all right?" Riker asked. "Good. After that experience, +I'm surprised we don't all have more that a few cuts and bruises." + "The mithril helped some," Chalice replied. + "Your skill with the sword helped more." Riker answered. + "Have you ever considered a career in Security?" Worf asked her. She +only grinned. + "We have one piece of good news," Troi said. "The electronic devices +have failed. According to Chalice, that means we could be significantly +closer to Amber." Sure enough, the gurney's wheels had touched ground. + Merlin pulled a pistol from his belt and pointed it in the air. He +pulled the trigger. Nothing. He tossed it away. "You may as well dump +everything electronic and chemical. From here on out, it's blades only." +With some reluctance they did so before setting out across the misty plain. +Lights flickered and danced in the distance. Beneath the mist, the ground +was not smooth; rocks and icy puddles tripped them up. + "What are those lights?" Troi said. + "Swamp gas," Crusher replied. + "Probably," Chalice said. + "Just to be safe, don't follow them." Merlin said. + The air was split by a cry--a long, drawn-out, agonizingly anguished +howl. Worf roared and whipped his scimitar into readiness. + "I don't want to know what that was," Crusher said shakily when the +last echoes had finally faded away. + "It was either the Hound of the Baskervilles or a banshee. Personally, +I hope it's the Hound," Merlin said. "This place kind of reminds me of the +desert where I met the Sphinx. She told me a riddle, which I guessed, and I +told her one she didn't get. So I won." + "What was the riddle?" Riker asked, pulling his leg free from where it +had gotten wedged between two rocks. + "What's red and green and goes round and round and round?" + Another howl rent the air near them. "A frog in a cuisinart." + "Ha, ha." Chalice pointed ahead. "See that tor up there? It's not too +far. Let's head for that." The group pressed forward, trying to cross the +hundred meters of broken ground before they met the Hound. + "I don't suppose we could take a break?" Troi asked. + "Afraid not," Merlin replied. "We should get away from this place +first." + "YYYOOOOWWWWW!!!" This time it was only a few feet away, and it was +followed by several snarls and growls. + "Move it!" Riker shouted. The group picked up speed, scabbling up the +slope as best they could, and those with swords drew them. + Something with claws raked Riker's back. He turned to face his +attacker--a two-meter tall lupine humanoid, wearing curde leather clothing, +but unarmed except for tooth and claw. + Riker attacked. Too late he saw White Fang's three friends. + + + + + CHAPTER 8 + + + Riker swung his sword. White Fang dodged and tackled him low. As +Riker went down he lost his sword, but he still had his kris and he thrust it +deep into White Fang's neck. It was in his left hand, so the blow wasn't as +well-placed as it should have been, but he twisted the knife as he pulled it +out, and rust-colored blood spurted out gratifyingly. + Worf leapt over their struggling forms. He swung each of his blades +at a wolfman. The first was beheaded instantly; the second was slowed but +not stopped by the long gash in his chest. Riker pushed the now-inert +White Fang off and retrieved his sword. When he turned around, Worf was +putting a knife through one wolfman while another had him in a stranglhold. +Riker tried to get to him, but he found his was blocked by another. Nearby, +he could see Merlin and Chalice swinging their blades so fast the eye only +caught blue-white arcs. But for every wolfman they felled, another--or +more often two or three--attacked from the mist. Even Deanna and Beverly were +involved; inexpert as they were, their mithril knives seemed to bite +everything they touched. + Nevertheless, they were outmatched. Riker staggered from exhaustion; +a claw got under his guard and scraped across his back. It wasn't the first, +either Worf, coated in blood, howled in frustration but fought on. The +gurney had been overturned at some point and Picard was getting stepped on. +Troi went down. + "That's it," Merlin said. "Doctor, get Deanna out of here." + "Where?" + "Follow me," Chalice said. She picked up Picard and slung him over +her shoulder as if he were a 5-kilo bag of potatoes. Holding him with one +arm and with the other fending off the relatively few attackers higher on the +slope, she reached the tor. The others followed to a crevice barely large +enought for a person, and too small for a wolfman. + Unfortunately, it was only deep enough for the women and Picard. Riker, +Worf, and Merlin stood outside and fought off the onfrushing horde. + To Riker's astonishment, Chalice took out her cards. "This is no time +for solitaire, Lieutenant." + "Shut up, Riker," she replied, absently. Then a few eternally long +minutes later, she shouted, "Everyone take hands and hold on--now!" Riker felt +Merlin grab him around the waist and + + + +And the world disappeared in a shimmer of rainbows. + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!caen!hellgate.utah.edu!cc.usu.edu!sll28 +From: sll28@cc.usu.edu (LORNA_PAYNE) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BOLDLY IN SHADOW part 7 (and final) +Message-ID: <1992Jan23.072528.52001@cc.usu.edu> +Date: 23 Jan 92 07:25:28 MDT +Organization: Utah State University +Lines: 441 + +Here it is, folks: the grand climax to the adventure! Well, it may be an +anticlimax, but it's well within the spirit of Amber as set up by Roger +Zelazny . . . + + + + BOLDLY IN SHADOW + + CHAPTER 9 + + + + When the world reconfigured itself in the form of a small panelled +room lined with bookshelves and tapestries, and illuminated by candles, Riker +was too aghast to do more than blink. + "Do you know how idiotic you all look?" a cultured male voice said off +to the side. Riker looked around. They did indeed look silly. + Chalice was holding a strange man by one hand and had both Picard and +Troi embraced in the other arm. Beverly Crusher gripped Troi's shoulder in +her left hand, while her right arm was wrapped around Worf's leg. Merlin had +one arm around Worf and the other around Riker. Now he let them go, stepped +forward, and said in an annoyed tone, "Who the hell are you?" + "You're bleeding all over my carpet." + Chalice stood, a little wearily. "Vlad, thank you. I owe you one for +this. A big one. Meet Merlin." + "So this is the infamous Merlin of Chaos." Vlad's brown eyes were not +quite level with Merlin's green ones, but they were equally arrogant. "Merlin, +meet your reclusive cousin Vlad." + "There's no Vlad in Amber." + "Don't be an idiot, Merle. Of course there is. You know about Osric +and Finndo, don't you?" + "They're dead." + "Do you know how they died?" + "No." + Chalice's voice turned from tired to icy. "Quite right. Do not +presume that you are privy to all the secrets of Amber." + Merlin looked at Chalice and their eyes locked. After a moment, he +bowed his head and replied, "No, my Lady." + Vlad smiled and folded his arms over his slight frame. "And don't you +start getting ideas, either," Chalice ordered him. He swept an elegant bow. +"Tell Random we're here; get an operating room ready; our friends are weary +and wounded. We need medical attention and guest rooms prepared *now*. Get +on it." Vlad left the room. + "And I want a drink." She found herself a decanter and glass, poured +herself four fingers of rose-colored liquid, and threw herself in a deep +leather chair. "By the way, welcome to Amber." + "Vlad's gonna be pissed at you for bleeding on his chair," Merlin said. + "His problem," was all Chalice replied. + Within two minutes, servants poured into the room. They lifted out +Picard and the unconsious Troi and ushered the others to a suite of decadantly +luxurious room where their various cuts and bruises were treated and dressed, +and they were allowed to sink into deep, hot, scented tubs (except for Worf, +who still had the strength to insist on an ice-cold shower), and then to the +best night's rest they'd had in weeks. + + Riker rolled over and decided he really was awake. There was a piece of +paper on the elaborately turned table next to his dark wood-canopied and +brocade-hung bed. He picked it up. + It was heavy, more like parchment than paper. It was also blank. but +as he looked at it, words appeared in black-and-gold calligraphy. + + SCHEDULE OF THE DAY'S EVENTS + (Geez, don't you think you've slept long + enough? Some people.) + RIGHT NOW: Breakfast in the Dining Room + ONE HOUR FROM NOW: Captain Picard's + Surgery in the Laboratory + THIS EVENING: Dinner. Be there. + AFTER THAT: Audience with King Random in + the Library + WHENEVER YOU WANT: Tour of the Castle, + Hunting in the Forest, Meditating + in the Gardens. + + Got any questions? Ask a servant. What do + I look like, an information source? + + Riker grinned and rolled out of bed. A selection of clothing, +including a clean uniform, was in the closet. He picked out a loose-fiting +sweater in a blue/grey patterned with black, matching trousers, and soft black +boots. Then he went in search of the dining room. + Fortunately he met a lackey who led him right to it. It was a +cavernous, irregularly shaped hall in a style reminiscent of late gothic. +Along one short wall was a long buffet table heaped with food. Riker nodded to +Worf, Crusher, and Merlin, who were conferring at one table. He loaded his +plate and joined them. + "How'd you sleep?" asked Merlin. + "Terrific. Is it something in the air?" + "Could be. I have to apologize for the schedule. I was still a little +hammered last night when I set it up and I'm afraid it came out not as I had +intended." + "No problem. How's Deanna?" + "I checked on her first thing this morning," Crusher said. "She'll be +fine. It was mostly loss of blood and shock. She's under orders to stay in +bed until further notice." + "I'd like to see her." + "No problem. I'll drop you off on my way to the surgery." + "How does that look?" + "Well," she set down her eggshell coffee cup, "it's difficult to say. +On the Enterprise, with scopes and microscopic lasers, I'd say the prognosis was +pretty good. I've had a look at their surgery, and while it seems to be +extremely well-equipped, I'm not familiar with a lot of the instruments. At +least the Captain is still enchanted, so he won't be in any pain during the +surgery." + "I'd like to watch." + "I don't think that's a good idea, Will. It will be very messy, and +it will take several hours. At least." + "If you say so." + + Deanna was sitting up in bed. (Hers was an elaborately draped rose +bon-bon in an equally feminine room.) She was eating her breakfast with her +left hand; her right arm was in a sling. She looked pale and rather weak, +but was reasonably cheerful and very interested in Amber. Riker stayed with +her while Dr. Crusher went on to the surgery. Merlin was going to show Worf +the armory. + Eventually Deanna fell asleep again, so Riker left her and wandered +through endless twisting corridors, up and down staircases, and through what +may have been a secret passageway. The "door" was wide open, and it seemed to +be a well-traveled way, though. He passed small sitting rooms, great halls, +and three libraries before he found an outside door. + The palace grounds were extensive and vaired. Riker paced restlessly +through rose gardens, a yew maze, and wide expanses of lawn before he +stumbled almost by accident onto a Zen-style meditation garden. Here he sat +and watched the shadows move across the raked gravel. Why was it taking so +long? Surely they should be done by now. It had been hours. + Eventually his stomach decided gentle urgings were useless and gave +him a real message. So he got up and found his way back to the castle. Once +there he collared one of the inevitable lackeys and ordered his lunch, got +directions to his room, and learned that the captain was still in surgery. + His lunch came, but he couldn't touch it; it tasted like cardboard. +The clock ticked away the hours. + Someone knocked at the door. It was Beverly Crusher. + "You look exhausted," he said. + "I just live for seven-hour surgeries." She sat down heavily. "I +need a drink. What have you got?" + "What's your pleasure?" + "Anything. Just make it stiff." + He found some bottles in a cabinet and sniffed. He didn't recognize +anything, but he poured a little of each into a glass and handed it over. + She took a sip and wrinkled her nose. "This is terrible," she said, +and she took a long draw. + "Well, Doctor?" he asked. + "He'll live. In fact, he'll be fine. There was wiring and equipment +in virtually every system in his body, and it took four or five of us, but it's +all out now. He's sleeping now." + "Is he still enchanted?" + "Yes and no. Chalice removed the stasis spell and replaced it with what +she called 'the healing sleep.' All I know is, he's stable and resting +comfortably." + "How long will it be before he can travel?" + "A few days at least. Maybe a week or so." + "So we may as well get comfortable here." + "May as well." She downed the rest of the drink. "Well, we've got a +dinner party to get ready for. Thanks for the booze." + + + + + CHAPTER 10 + + + As he entered the dining hall, Riker was momentarily overwhelmed by +the splendor and confusion. Green, russet, and gold hangings festooned the +walls; musicians played at the foot of the room; servants bearing covered +dishes advanced and retreated in a formal dance. + Five long tables were laid with damask and plate, and not nearly +enough people to fill them were milling around. Among others, Riker spotted +Martin, slouching in a chair scowling. He wore formal Victorian evening +dress (white tie and tails was it called?). His blue mohawk with tail and +skull earring made an interesting contrast with his clothes. Beverly wore a +gown of sea-green velvet and jewels of the same strange grey-green. Sipping +a cocktail, she chatted with Chalice, who looked truly regal in silver lace +and diamonds. They spotted him and walked over. + "Commander Riker," said the Princess of the Unicorn, "it's good to +see you. How do you like Amber?" + "From what I've seen, I like it very much." + "Will, I checked on Captain Picard again just before I came down," +Crusher said. "His vital signs are much stronger already. I'm afraid you +won't be a captain much longer." + "Wonderful." A footman in green and gold livery presented a tray of +drinks. Riker selected and interesting-looking one. "Is this good?" he +asked Chalice, squinting at the five layers of color and miniature fireworks +popping at the top. + "It's not bad. I prefer champagne, though." She indicated another +footman (this one wore crimson laced with silver) who carried a dark bottle. +"From my own cellar. Would you like some?" + "Thank you." + "Will, I want to request the Chalice be transferred to Medical." + "You're a doctor?" he asked Chalice. + "She's a top-notch surgeon," Crusher said. + "We all have some medical training. It's a matter of survival." + "*Some* medical training--where did you study?" + "In your shadow, Johns Hopkins, Harvard, Vulcan Science Academy . . +a couple other places. Doctor, here comes Deanna. Why don't you check on +her?" + Sure enough, Deanna, lying on a litter, was being borne in by four +guards. Beverly headed off to see her. Riker started to follow but was +stopped by Chalice's hand on his arm. "You can talk to her later. There's +someone I want you to meet." As they passed through the room, Riker +recognized some of the other royals he'd met before. Most of them had made +it back, it seemed. But there was one member of the royal house who he didn't +see. + "Where's Vlad?" + "Shh. Don't mention that." Sotto voce, she added, "Tell you later." + Sitting in large gold-leafed chairs at the center of the high table +were a husky man with curly russet hair and beard, wearing a golden, jeweled +crown. Beside him last a quietly lovely woman with empty eyes. + "Random, this is Commander William Riker of the Enterprise. Commander, +Random, King in Amber." + Riker bowed. The king's first words were not what he expected, though. +"Chalice tells me you dig jazz. Maybe we could have a jam session later." + "I'd like that." + Worf and Merlin came up next to Riker. Worf went down on one knee and +barked, "Your Majesty." + "Worf," Random replied. + "Your armory is . . . well equipped." + "Thank you. Did you and Merlin have a good practice session?" + "He is a formidible warrior." + "High praise from a Klingon," Merlin said. + Trumpets blared from the far end of the room. "Dinner time," said the +king. + "Where should we sit?" Riker asked. He was gradually getting used to +the strange mix of strictest protocol and absolute informality that governed +social relations here. + "Wherever you want," Queen Vialle said, smiling. "This is just a +family dinner." + + It was at the same time the most splendid and the most chaotic dinner +party Riker had ever attended. Despite the elegance of the people and setting, +there seemed to be no order of seating or service. Some ate exclusively from +a menue prepared just for them (Worf downed three platters of gach), while +others picked and chose whatever looked good from the selection available. +And a lot looked good. People changed seats at will and conversed quietly in +groups of two or three. Hence the need for lots of extra seats; Riker noted +that the clumps preferred to be isolated. As soon as someone left his or +her seat (unless a footman was placed on guard) one servant cleared the place +and another laid another. The only exceptions to the revolving seating plan +were the King, Queen, and Deanna--their clumps were stationary. + When at last the last cake had been finished and the last tray of +pastries sent back empty--these people of Amber were prodigious eaters--and +all that were left were bowls heaped with fruit, King Random stood and +strode out of the hall. All the others stood as he passed by, and then settled +down to their previous pursuits. At least three of the natives seemed to be +trying their hardest to arrange a later rendezvous with Deanna, and Beverly +apparently had her evening's entertainment set up with a tall man in black +velvet. Strangely, although he did not seem terribly old, his hair was pure +white. + After about five minutes, Chalice climbed off her husband's lap, +nodded at Riker, and left. He noted with some surprise that she was accorded +the same courtesy as Random had been--everyone stood, and a few people bowed. +Several of her crimson-and-silver clad footmen followed her out. Seeing that +Merlin made no sign of immediately leaving, Riker felt free to finish his +drink before he bid the lovely greenskinned Princess Llewella good evening. + One of Chalice's footmen met him outside the door and gave him +directions to the library. Actually, he could just have said, "Follow the +drums," because the room and the passages outside were full of the sound: +King Random was hitting the skins with a good deal of noise and no small skill. +Chalice stood at the far side of the room studying and etching of the Unicorn; +she did not turn around when Riker entered. He took a seat on a deep leather +sofa facing a huge empty fireplace, and waited. Sure enough, Worf, Crusher, +Troi (still being carried around by Random's men), and finally Merlin each +arrived in turn. Merlin closed and locked the door behind him. + + + + + + + CHAPTER 11 + + + Once Merlin had taken his place on the couch beside the others, Random +set down his drumsticks and climbed down from the array of drums. Chalice +likewise left her musings and joined the group, but did not sit. Instead +she stood facing Random across the hearth. Random spoke. + "Chalice, Merlin, and several others have told me about the thread +your shadow faces, about your battles, and about your journey here. No doubt +you have many questions. Some have already been answered, some will never be +answered. But I do know you've come across one of Amber's better-kept secrets." + "Vlad," Riker said. + "Vlad," Random answered. "Vlad is a being of uncertain parentage and +unusual abilities, but certainly of the blood of Amber. He came to us some time +ago and since then has served faithfully in a confidential and occasionally +covert fashion. Our own one-man CIA, if you will. + "There are some facts you need to know. First, Fiona did not return +from the battle. While trums yield no answer, it is the consensus that she is +not dead, just out of reach." + "Like we were for a while," Merlin said. + "Correct. I'll have more to say about that in a bit. Second, +Ghostwheel is also down. Vlad's information is that it's gone off on one of +its snits--" + "Ghost does not have snits. Sulks, yes. Snits, no," Merlin said. + "--whatever. But after you left the scene of battle, there were several +other confrontations; even their 'home system' was sent through Shadow to a +place where their systems won't work, in fact, to where they'll be unstable and +would self-destruct. Which is exactly what happened. Except that right +afterwards, Ghostwheel went off sulking and the ship Fiona was on encountered +a Borg cube. They both disappeared. Since then, no word from either Ghost or +Fiona. + "Third, there's the difficulty you had reaching Amber. It was obvious +that someone with real powers was determined to keep you away." + "Who could have done that?" asked Crusher. This discussion of family +intrigue and violence on a cosmic scale seemed to exert a powerful fascination +for her. + "Fiona--maybe. Ghost--definitely. Me--doubtfully. There are three-- +no, four--others in Amber, but some of those are supposed to be dead." Riker +noticed that he didn't mention Merlin or Chalice, but he supposed that Random +was just being polite. + "Vlad?" Merlin asked. + "I don't think so. Vlad hasn't walked the Pattern. His gifts lie in +information gathering, not Shadow manipulation," Chalice said. + "The question we have to ask now is, what happened to Fiona? Is she +still trying to make it back? If so, who's preventing it? Does she not want +to come back? Or, was she captured by the Borg? If so . . ." + Random didn't finish the sentence. He didn't have to. The picture of +Jean-Luc Picard, now freed from the bonds of Locutus, flashed before them. + "If so," continued Chalice, breaking the hush with icy tones as hard +and sharp as the diamonds in her tiara, "what does that imply for Amber?" + The four Federation personnel looked at each other. The larger +implications hadn't crossed their minds. + "If Fiona becomes part of the Borg, the all Amber may be assimilated +into their technology," Riker said. + "They could walk through Shadows, even come to Amber. No reality +would be safe," Deanna murmered. + "Not necessarily. They couldn't come to Amber: their cybernetic +implants wouldn't work. They'd be helpless. That would also prevent their +walking the Pattern," Chalice said. + "They wouldn't have to. They could incorporate the Pattern into +their programming. At the very least, Fiona could lead them wherever they +wanted to go," Merlin said. + Chalice sank into a chair. "Merlin, son of Corwin, son of Oberon, we +are in deep shit." + Random had pulled out a card and seemed to be arguing with someone on +the other end of the line. Finally he reached in and pulled Vlad through. +The impeccably elegant pose of the previous night was gone. He looked rumpled +in body and spirit. + "I told you, there's nothing new," he snapped. + "I don't care what you said then. Have you traced that ship yet? +Have you made contact with Ghostwheel yet? + "No and no." + "You're lying," Troi said. + Vlad turned to her. "Beware, mortal. You speak to one of the blood +of Amber." + Deanna Troi leaned back on the silver-and-jade brocade cushions of +her litter, licked her lips and smiled. "Commander," she said to Riker in a +voice of infinite sweetness, "I sense great deception." + "Your word is good enough for me, Counsellor," Riker said. + "For me, too." Chalice pulled a silvery dagger out of her sleeve. +"Where is she, Vlad?" + "You'll never find her." + "We'll see. Merlin, take him out of here. I'm sure Gerard and Julian +will want to see him." + Vlad blanched and looked around as if ready to run for it. But with +two other men prepared to jump him at the slightest provocation, he decided to +give it up. "In Remba's dungeons." + "Why doesn't she answer?" + "She's been kept unconscious." + "And Ghost?" + "How should I know? Ask Merlin. It's his toy." + "The 'assasination attempt'?" Chalice said. + Vlad laughed in her face. "Between us, O Princess of the Unicorn, it +is vendetta." + "Why?" + "Don't be obtuse, Princess." They locked stares for a long time. + "Very well," she said finally. "May we agree on a truce until I can +get my friends--innocent bystanders and mortals all--out of the way and back +into their own Shadow?" + "Have it your way. I have the feeling I'll be occupied for some time +to come." + "You got that right," Merlin said, sliding an Italian stiletto between +his ribs. + Vlad slid silently to the floor. + "Sorry about the rug, Random." + "That's okay. He's not bleeding much." + + + + + CHAPTER 12 + + + Two days later, the group of Enterprise personnel left Castle Amber. +Riker, Worf, and Chalice rode steeds from the stable, while Crusher, Troi, and +the still-sleeping Picard traveled in a wagon. + "So Amber constitues the one true reality, and the further away you +get, the less real things are?" Riker asked his hostess as they rode easily +down the slopes of Kolvir. + "That's pretty much correct." + "Is the process continuous, or are there breaks in it?" + "Continuous, most of the time." + "In other words, where we are right now is less real than where we +were five minutes ago." + "Theoretically, yes. But you'd never be able to quantify the +difference. And to tell the truth, we don't usually try." The sun shone in +the impossibly blue sky; the sea glittered below them, and the wind from the +forest was invitingly cool in their faces. + "Usually?" + "Usually." + "For a subquantal physicist, you sound awfully imprecise." + "I did say *most* of us don't try." With her uniform she wore the +Unicorn pendant. Today it was on a short chain of heavy platinum so it rested +snugly around her high black collar. "How are you doing back there?" she +called to Deanna, who held the team's reins in her good hand. + "We're fine. This is an awfully well-trained set of horses." + "One of Julian's talents," Chalice remarked to Riker. + They rode at an easy pace throughout the morning, stopped for an +elegant picnic in a clearing in the Forest of Arden, and then rode for a few +more hours. Eventually Chalice steered them to a small rocky bluff, and they +followed it for a whil. Near a narrow cave opening, she pulled up and +dismounted. "From here we walk," she announced. They slid Captain Picard, +now lashed to a stretcher, out of the back of the wagon, and Worf and Riker +carrying him, followed Chalice into the cave. Deanna and Beverly were in the +rear. + There were a few tricky twists early on, but the way soon straightened +out and widened. Periodic torches threw dancing light to guide them. + "Will," Beverly said, "This rock has been worked." + "I noticed." + Soon the cave had become a corridor with regular lights above and +doors at either side. Riker wondered idly what he would see if he opened one. +Chalice picked a door, a flimsy-looking thing with peeling paint. She stared +at it hard for a long moment, and then she pulled it open. + The group walked into the Enterprise. "That's quite a trick, +Lieutenant," Riker said. + "My pleasure, sir." + Riker hit his communicator. "Medical team to this location. Commander +Shelby, Commander LaForge, meet me on the bridge with full reports in five +minutes. I want to get underway as soon as possible. Riker out." + He looked at Chalice. "Back home?" + "Back home." + + + +-- + + --------------------------------------------------------- + Lorna Payne + Certified Math Geek and Grammarian + --------------------------------------------------------- + Heisenberg may have been here . . . but it's not certain. + --------------------------------------------------------- + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bonding.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bonding.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ad1444e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bonding.rev @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains spoilers for this week's TNG episode, +"The Bonding". The spoilers are given in the context of a review, and as such +are probably NOT localized. Be warned. + +Yep. Right after this last + +Bleh. +Yep, that's right. Bleh. + +While this wasn't nearly as bad as, say, "Home Soil", or, worse yet, "The +Royale" (ptui!), and it was better than the previews last week made it out +to be, it was not very good. More after a synopsis, which this week will be +brief (for once): + +The Enterprise is in orbit around a planet (I've forgotten the name) which once +contained a highly intelligent civilization known as the Koinonians (sp?). +It seems that they destroyed themselves in a war many centuries ago, but they +are of great archaeological interest. An away team is down on the planet, +consisting of a bunch of random crewmen (archaeologists all), and Worf. +An explosion occurs, and one crewman is killed. + +She has a son, 12 years old, aboard the ship. To Picard falls the sad duty of +telling him his mother has died (particularly sad because his father died 5 +years or so earlier). Lots of grief abounds: Worf is pissed because she died +due to what he saw as his negligence, Wesley is reminded a great deal of the +time ten years or so ago when Picard had to tell him that his father had been +killed, and so forth. All well and good. + +EXCEPT, there's some "presence" on the planet below. It starts sucking power +away from the ship, and uses this energy to give the kid some illusionary +happiness, starting with his mother back. From here, it goes downhill. + +The main gist of this part is that there were two races on the planet: "one of +energy, and one of matter". They didn't want the kid to be sad, so they helped +him. Picard eventually convinces her/it that grief is natural, and reality +is far preferable to a lifetime of illusion. (He uses Wes's reaction to his +own father's death as an example, and eventually manages to get the kid (sorry, +I forgot his name as well, though Jeremy sounds right) to acknowledge his grief +and anger. Hoo-rah. + +The title of the episode comes from the "rustai", a Klingon ceremony that Worf +goes through with Jeremy, to celebrate the life of one who has died. + +See? Short synop. Now, some comments: + +I had very mixed feelings while watching this episode. Now, one phrase I would +use to describe this was "technically proficient". They covered the two bits +of death-related continuity that were necessary: the death of Jack Crusher, and +that of Tasha Yar. They mentioned everything they needed to. They had an +ending that sort of made sense. They didn't do anything really WRONG. + +The problem is, they didn't do anything particularly RIGHT either. The only +really good scene I recall is in 10-Forward. Data is confused, because he keeps +getting asked how "well" he knew the crewmember who died, and he asks Riker what +difference familiarity makes in death. Riker asks him about how he felt when +Tasha died, as opposed to here, and Data reflects that the feelings of loss are +not nearly as strong in this case. When he asks why humans do not feel the loss +so keenly with all deaths, Riker remarks that "If we did, maybe human history +would've been a lot less bloody". A reasonably well done scene. + +There was also a pretty good scene between Wes and Bev, about Jack Crusher. I +actually felt the pain of their loss there, so I suppose they were doing +something right. However, it was still just...there. + +I'm glad they focused on Wesley for this situation. That made sense. However, +they did not do the one thing which would have let me forgive them for a great +many other indiscretions. We got no new information about Jack's death, or even +the circumstances in which Picard had to tell them. I would have very much +liked a little more backround, or even, God help me, a FLASHBACK. If they'd +done that, my opinion would have skyrocketed. + +But they didn't. It felt many times like the writers almost went through some +kind of rulebook, saying, "Okay...death? Oh--gotta mention Tasha and Crusher. +Okay. What now? Alien presence. Hmm...page 39." No doubt some of this +feeling was brought on by the robotic acting of the mother and child, but +it just felt as though no one's heart was really in this. + +When I said "robotic acting", I meant that. Ugh. The mother, fortunately, +only had one big speech, which I found abysmally done. (Something about +the Koinonians destroying themselves, and her/its race not permitting a rerun +of that.) The child, I suppose, was par for the course for most 12-year-old +actors, but I didn't find him very well done. (It didn't help that he looked +like a cross between Boxey from "Battlestar Galactica", and a reject from +"Village of the Damned", either.) + +Oh, almost forgot. One scene which I did like: Picard sounding off in a +turbolift about children on starships. While I wish it had been more consis- +tently done, the scene itself was fairly well played. + +And one final thing: I found entirely too many references to how important +grief is, and how we all need to have our time of grief. I'm sorry, but it +felt entirely too much like Lawrence Luckinbill was going to jump out from +behind a curtain and say "Share your pain with me", and once was a great deal +more than enough for that, thank you. + +Well, that's as may be. I'll just give some ratings now and wait for next week. + +Plot: 4. The kid coping with his mother's death got a 7, but the "alien + presence" bit brought this way down. +Plot Handling: 6. As I said, "technically proficient", but no more. +Characterization: 6. Might've been a 7, but for the guests' acting. +Technical: 8. A couple of beautiful tactical shots, a la Geordi. + +TOTAL: 24/4===> 6. Highly mediocre. Better luck next time. + +NEXT WEEK: + +The Enterprise is having engine problems again, it seems. This time, though, +they're in an asteroid field, which could be a lot of fun. Bye now. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy Major) +BITNET: H52Y@CRNLVAX5 +INTERNET: H52Y@VAX5.CIT.CORNELL.EDU +UUCP: ...!rochester!cornell!vax5.cit.cornell.edu!h52y +"Captain Pike has illusion, and you have reality. May you find your way as +pleasant." + --The way to do an illusion/reality episode RIGHT. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/booby.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/booby.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..64bb11e1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/booby.rev @@ -0,0 +1,134 @@ +WARNING: The following post is a review of this week's TNG episode, "Booby +Trap", and therefore contains plot elements, known colloquially as spoilers. +So, if you're not interested, 'n' would be a good button to press. + +Last chance. + +Yes. +YES. +YEEESSSS!!! + +This was mighty fine work, guys. I'd consider it the best of the season, though +probably not quite their finest work to date. Here's a synopsis before I get +too gushing: + +MAIN PLOT: (yes, there are two plots) + +The Enterprise intercepts a distress call and goes to investigate. The call is +a remote distress signal, sent by a Promelian battle cruiser. The Promelians +and the Menthars destroyed themselves roughly a thousand years ago, so the +Enterprise shows up just a tad late to save anyone. Unfortunately, the Menthar +trap that destroyed the Promelian ship is STILL functioning, and the Enterprise +gets neatly caught in it. + +The trap is this: there are aceton assimilators hidden among the rubble (oh... +did I mention this was around what looks like an asteroid field? Careless of +me.). These assimilators normally are used to siphon off energy from distant +sources, which is bad enough. These, however, have been modified to convert +that energy to lethal radiation and send it back to its source, so that, in +effect, the Enterprise is being killed by its own energy. Bad, evil, naughty +thing. It falls to Geordi to find a way to move the ship out of the trap, +which is a neat trick, considering that for every force the ship exerts, a +counterforce is set up, with a time delay of only .001 seconds or so. + +I'll gloss over some details here. Some are in the subplot, and some simply +should be seen and not read. In effect, after finding that one way that MIGHT +(repeat: MIGHT) work would be to turn control of the entire ship over to the +computer (since the computer's the only thing fast enough to make the ~1000 +adjustments/second that would be necessary), Geordi gets another idea. He +suggests firing the impulse engines for a microsecond or so to beat the +inertia, and then shut EVERYTHING down except for life support and a couple +of thrusters. Essentially, fly 'er out on manual. This Picard does. That's +right...PICARD flies her out at Con. All is well. + +SUBPLOT: + +How does Geordi figure all this out? Well, he calls up a simulation on the +holodeck, including a facsimile of one of the original designers of NCC 1701-D: +one Lia Brahms. And yes, she is cute. It also ties in to the teaser, in which +we see Geordi with Kristi (sp?), also on the holodeck, trying desperately to +have a good date, and failing miserably. Most of this doesn't really need to +be synopsized, though...you should see it for yourself. + +O-tay. Now, random rambling time: + +This was a joy to watch. As Troi herself points out, we see a side of Picard +that we haven't seen all THAT often, although we have seen it. We learn that +he built ships in bottles when he was a boy (including, probably, a Promelian +battle cruiser), and has thought a lot about what it must've been like to fly +"an aeroplane, with only ONE propeller to keep you moving!". This was Picard +the historian talking for much of the story, and it was very well done. + +Picard the captain was also done well. Some have said to me that they thought +he took too long to make decisions here--I disagree. The situation, in many +cases, was one of "hurry up and wait". He couldn't demand that something be +done before it was: if he'd gone with earlier suggestions, before Geordi had +hit on the right one, the ship probably would have gone poof! and vanished in +a puff of radiation. He took charge of bringing the ship out himself, not +willing to cede his responsibility for 1000 or so people to anyone else. +Well done, sir. + +Speaking of Geordi, he FINALLY has himself an episode. Most of the story +centers on him, and we see a great deal of him come out. From his conversation +with Guinan about women (more on that later) in 10-Forward, to his blissful +look when he enters the holodeck and "sees" the prototype model of the +Enterprise, to his interactions with Lia and his perserverance in getting the +job done...whew. Excellent. I finally saw the true love he has for his ship, +and the lengths to which he will go to save her. Very, very good. + +I also would'nt want to debate him, after seeing his argument with Lia. The +exchanges were priceless. For example: + +"These are MY designs! I did the calculations myself." +"I don't care if you built it with your bare hands out of a Ferengi trading +vessel!" + +His "romance" with Lia was well handled. I'd like to see her pop up again some +day, preferably the real one. Maybe they'll make a stopover at Earth sometime? +Also, his conversation with Guinan was beautiful. We learn, among other things, +that...oh, hell. Let me put the conversation down as best as I can: + +"What do you look for in a man, Guinan?" +"You mean me personally?" +"Yeah...as a woman. What's the first thing you look at?" +"His head." +"Oh, his mind. Of course." +"No. His head. I'm attracted to bald men." + +THAT should get some discussion going. I can't wait for the next Picard- +Guinan scene. + +Other things I found nice: + +Chief O'Brien had lines. YIPPEE! (He also built ships in bottles.) + +Someone actually did their technical homework. There has to be a time delay +between force and counterforce, and they remembered that. They also even +got the change in time before fatal exposure right when the radiation increased. +(It was 30 minutes initially, then a little less than 26 when the field jumped +up by 17%, which is exactly what I came up with, given the initial values.) +I like that. So I'm strange. Picard also uses a slingshot effect of one of +the big asteroids to gain the velocity they need to get out; quite nice. + +Ah, well. Time to wrap this up. The ratings envelope, please: + +Plot: 10. 'nuff said. +Plot Handling: 10. Enough suspense to choke a small yak. +Characterization: Can I give a 20? No? Well, call it 10, then. +Technical: 9.8. A very minor deduction for small thruster problems at the + end, but that's really a small quibble. + +TOTAL: 39.8/4===> 10. The first 10 of the season. Stay with it, guys. + +Next Week: +Another Geordi story. This time, he's trapped on a 'dying planet', and the +only other person down there is...a Romulan! Could be very interesting. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy Major) +BITNET: H52Y@CRNLVAX5 +INTERNET: H52Y@VAX5.CIT.CORNELL.EDU +UUCP: ...!rochester!cornell!vax5.cit.cornell.edu!h52y +"If I might remind you, Captain, the probability of successfully navigating +such an obstacle is approximately 2,467 to 1." +"Never tell me the odds!!" + --No, it's NOT from "Booby Trap" diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/borg.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/borg.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..76a44b93 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/borg.txt @@ -0,0 +1,279 @@ +The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Borg. + +By Christopher Keavy. + +Starring Peter Jones as The Book. + +(Music: Journey of the Sorcerer) + +Narrator: It is of course a well known fact that The Hitchhiker's Guide +to the Galaxy contains many omissions. Some people have asked how the +Guide can contain an omission, since obviously, it can not contain +something that isn't there. Nevertheless, this story is an attempt to +fill one of those omissions, concerning an incident that occurred +whilst Ford, Arthur, and Zaphod were on the starship Heart of Gold, but +before they actually arrived on the planet Brontitall. This story has +never been told before due to the fact that it happened in the +future, and could not be revealed in the present. Since the time +frame of that event has now gone by, and it is now in the past, we can +reveal the events that transpired. + +Zaphod: OK, computer. Where are we? + +Eddie: Hi, there! I know this sounds highly improbable, but we seem to +be inside another spaceship. In fact, since you ordered me to use +maximum improbability to escape the Vogons, we've also managed to land +right in the middle of their docking bay, at an improbability level of 2 +to the power of 5,086,362,826 to 1 against. + +Ford: With our luck, we moved backwards ever so slightly and landed in +a Vogon ship. + +Eddie: No, its not the Vogons, this ship's too neat and tidy. + +Arthur: Can we hear what's going on out there? Are they doing anything +about us? + +Eddie: Well, I can tap into their in-house communications and listen to +the command centre. + +Zaphod: Do it! + +Narrator: Meanwhile, on the bridge of the starship Enterprise, an alarm +was sounding. + +Riker: Data, what's happening? Worf, hold fire! + +Data: A spacecraft has just materialized in our hanger bay. + +Wesley: Not the blue box again?!? + +Data: No, Wesley. The ship is shaped differently, and is painted gold. + +Riker: Worf, let's listen to them and find out who they are. + +Worf: Sensors on in the hanger bay. + +(Several seconds of silence follow) + +Zaphod: I don't think anyone's up there. + +Wesley (simultaneous with Zaphod): I don't think anyone's down there. + +Ford: I just heard something while you were talking. + +Worf (simultaneous with Ford): I just heard something while you were +talking. + +Arthur: Everyone quiet and listen. + +Riker (simultaneous with Arthur): Everyone quiet and listen. + +(Another several seconds of silence, a bit longer than the previous +several seconds of silence) + +Zaphod: Stop monitoring, there's no one on board that ship. + +Riker (simultaneous with Zaphod): Stop monitoring, there's no one on +board that ship. + +Zaphod: Computer, open the hatch. We're going to have a look around +this derelict. + +(SFX: Communicator badge) + +Riker: Riker to security. Send some people down to the hanger bay and +have a look at that derelict. + +Locutus: Improbability is irrelevant. + +Riker: Who mentioned improbability? + +Zaphod: Come on, you guys. I found a lift. Best of all, it doesn't +talk back! + +(SFX: turblift door closes) + +Zaphod: Take us to the bridge! + +(SFX: lift running) + +Arthur: You might as well have said `Take us to the brig'. + +(SFX: lift stops, then starts) + +Ford: Nice going Arthur. + +Zaphod: Take us to the bridge! + +(SFX: lift stops and starts) + +Zaphod: Now keep quiet monkeyman. + +(SFX: lift opens) + +Worf: Who are you? + +Zaphod: I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox! + +Riker: Are you the captain of the ship in our hanger bay? + +Zaphod: I'm President of the Galaxy, man! Don't you watch the sub +ether Tri-D TV? + +Riker: The what? + +Zaphod: Oh, Zarquon! + +Locutus: Prophets are irrelevant. + +(SFX: Lift door opens) + +(SFX: Clanking, grinding, dragging noise) + +Arthur: Marvin what are you doing here? + +Marvin: I was getting too bored about being depressed on the Heart of +Gold, so I decided to be truly miserable about being depressed up here +instead. + +Ford: Just what we need to cheer us up. + +Marvin: I'm not getting you down, am I? + +Zaphod: So who's the dude with the headgear? + +Riker: Our captain. He's been taken over by the Borg. + +Arthur: The Borg? + +Ford: Let's look it up in the book. + +Shelby: What book? + +Ford: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. + +(SFX: book motif) + +Book: The Borg is a single mental entity whose sole function in life is +to take over any civilisation it may stumble across, and turn the beings +of that civilisation into cyborgs to repair and maintain their ships and +computer equipment. If you are reading this entry, you have probably +encountered a Borg and want to know what to do next. The best thing to +do at this point is to place this copy of the Guide in a safe place, so +that it will be of use to whoever may find it in the future, because +your hitchhiking days are now over. + +Arthur: I'm beginning to hate that book. + +Zaphod: They don't seem like a happy bunch, do they? + +Marvin: I've tapped into it's computer system, and I'm feeling much +more depressed now. + +Shelby: How can you tap the Borg computer? + +Marvin: I've only got a brain the size of a planet, but no one ever +wants to make use of it. + +Data: Are you saying that you are not being used to your fullest +capabilities? + +Marvin: It's the terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side +that really makes me miserable. + +Arthur: Look, if the Borg are so depressing that they make Marvin seem +cheerful, why don't we show them a really happy computer? + +Zaphod and Ford: The ship's computer! + +Ford: I'll go put Eddie on the sub ether computer link. + +(SFX: lift opens and closes) + +Zaphod: You know, you're starting to get the hang of all this. + +Arthur: Oh, really? + +Zaphod: Yeah. In fact, you're not a monkeyman any more. I'm promoting +you to apeman. + +Arthur: Gee ... thanks ... I think ... + +(SFX: lift opens and closes. Ford charges across the hanger bay and +into the Heart of Gold) + +Ford (slightly winded): Computer! + +Eddie: Hi, there! What can I do for you? Did you know there's a Borg +ship right outside this one we're in? + +Ford: Yeah. Can you link up with the Borg computer? You know, discuss +the weather, that sort of thing? + +Eddie: Sure thing! No problem! + +(SFX: computer noises) + +Eddie: Boy, that Borg is a real party pooper. + +Ford: Why don't you show it how to have a really good party, Pan +Galactics for all, just everyone being cool and froody? + +Eddie: OK! + +(SFX: more computer noises) + +Narrator: And on the bridge of the Enterprise ... + +Riker: You're saying that you can defeat the Borg by hooking a computer +to it? + +Zaphod: Trust me baby. Its all under control. + +Arthur: I think its starting to work. Those Borg are drinking Pan +Galactic Gargle Blasters. + +Worf: The Borg units are having trouble standing up. + +Zaphod: Geez, haven't they ever had a good drink before? + +Wesley: Maybe the Borg always considered alcohol to be irrelevant. + +Data: Power levels on the Borg ship are fluctuating. It appears that +the intoxication of the individual units is now causing feedback into +the main system. + +Zaphod: Belgium! I never saw a drunk computer before! + +Worf: We are being hailed by the Heart of Gold, in the hanger bay. + +Riker: On speakers. + +Ford (through PA): Zaphod, Arthur. You'd better get down here. I just +picked up a Galactic Police ship on the scanners. + +Zaphod: Yeah, right Ford. Come on apeman. 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Data begins taking Jake to sickbay to see Willie (who's +under strict quarantine, and also not particularly amenable to seeing Jake +right now), but suddenly starts behaving strangely, as though under outside +influence. + +He quickly assumes control of the Enterprise by cutting off life support to the +bridge. Though Picard and company, now down in Engineering, quickly discover +that Data's behind the problem, they are helpless. Picard orders a saucer +separation--which Data overrides _in Picard's own voice_. He establishes +force-fields in enough locations that the others can't even get to the bridge, +let alone recover it from him. They block site-to-site transport ability +(meaning he can't beam directly off the bridge)--and Data, through a +complicated series of force-fields, walks past entire security teams to +Transporter Room 1, puts Riker and O'Brien behind a force-field, reactivates +site-to-site ability, and beams off-ship. + +He enters a house, where a strange old man welcomes him. He reactivates Data's +independence, and Data revives, though with no memory of how he arrived. The +old man announces himself to be Noonian Soong, Data's creator, and quickly +convinces Data that this is the truth. (He escaped the colony he was on before +the crystal entity destroyed it, though exactly how is unclear.) Meanwhile, +by diverting power from most of Willie's quarantine (i.e. everything but the +bare minimum), the bridge crew make it back to the bridge, but are stopped by +a security code that Data (masquerading as Picard) set up, which they have no +hope of cracking--it's about forty characters long. However, they do regain +control over sensors, which picks up one human life-form on the planet below-- +and a small vessel entering orbit, with no life aboard. + +Data and Soong talk for a while, about why Data joined Starfleet, and more +importantly, the concepts of creation and procreation, and we find that Soong +created Data for the same reason humans are driven to have children--for his own +slice of immortality. However, their reverie is interrupted suddenly, as a +similarly entranced Lore enters. + +Over Data's objections, Soong reactivates Lore, insisting that Lore will obey +him. He does manage to keep Lore from attacking him or Data, reassuring Lore +that he wasn't _captured_--Soong, in fact, didn't even know Lore had been +reassembled. When Lore, bitter and angry, decides to leave Soong with his +"favorite son" Data, Soong tells him he's dying. Data accepts this with his +usual aplomb, but Lore is hit surprisingly hard emotionally. + +While Geordi and O'Brien begin attempting to convince the transporter that +others are actually Data (so they can beam down), Soong tells Lore that +disassembling him was the only option--after creating Data, he planned to go +back and "fix" Lore. (We also discover that, at least according to Soong, Data +is NOT "less perfect" than Lore.) Soong quickly tires of Lore's bickering about +Data, and orders both androids to sit. He tells them that, after years of work, +he's figured out what went wrong with Lore, and holds up a chip with the +programming for "basic emotions"--for Data, since he didn't even know Lore still +existed. He goes into another room to rest, however, before starting the +procedure. + +As Riker, Geordi, and Worf beam down to search for Data, Soong inserts the chip +into the android he thinks is Data--but after it's over, he quickly discovers +it's Lore wearing Data's uniform. He tries to convince Lore that the chip was +not designed for him and won't work properly, but Lore, insisting that Soong +owes _him_ for past slights, not Data, tosses Soong across the room, knocking +him out, then beams out. Shortly thereafter, Riker and company find Soong, just +waking up, and a deactivated Data, whom Riker quickly switches back on. Soong +tells Data that he has neither the time nor the skill to create a second chip, +rebuffs all attempts to take him to sickbay, saying he has "no plans to die +anywhere else", and removes Data's memory block. Data says goodbye to Soong +alone, saying that it's all right for Soong to die, since he will live on in +Data. + +Several days later, Willie is recovering nicely, and he and Jake are playing +happily with two model dinosaurs Data brought from Soong's house. When Data +observes that the children have settled their differences, Beverly says, +"They're brothers, Data! Brothers _forgive_," and the episode closes on a +rather pensive Data. + +Phew. That was longer than I expected. Still, it was necessary. Now, on to +some commentary: + +This was a masterfully crafted show. There were some things done more subtly +than others, yes; but I didn't mind. I'll try to take them in turn. + +First, the early part of the show, where it's Data vs. the Enterprise crew. +Here, I could quite easily tell that this was directed by the same man (Rob +Bowman, if you want names) who directed "Q Who". There was often the same +sense of futility against a superior foe, and a definite sense of eerieness, +at least to this viewer. I definitely shivered a bit the first time Data spoke +in Picard's voice here; and by the time he rattled off the huge security code, +I was just speechless. Likewise, his setup of force-fields in turn to avoid the +security people was very well accomplished, and his entire walk from the bridge +to the transporter room was well presented. I don't care what "The Hunted" +did to create a sense of urgency and tension--those ten minutes or so made me +truly worry. + +Now, there's the Data/Soong scenes (I'll get to those with Lore later). These +were also superb, though also very touching. Soong wasn't quite what I +expected, but by the middle of the show, I couldn't picture him any other way. +Brent did a marvelous job in this role--I was worried for a brief instant that +it was just an excuse for him to sound like Jimmy Stewart for half a show :-), +but he sounded like half the old sciences professors I've ever met. When he +answered Data's question "what choice of vocation would have met with your +approval, sir?" with the hope that Data might one day become a scientist, +perhaps a cyberneticist, I truly felt for him (and I'm not usually able to feel +for guest characters quite that strongly). This was as much a father-son +reunion as any I've seen, and I commend it. + +Then there's Lore. Heh-heh-heh. Dammit, Wes, I KNEW you should have put that +beam on "wide disperse"...:-) This took me by complete surprise, as I expected +Lore to behave very similarly to the way he acted in "Datalore". Oh, man, was +I wrong. + +I don't know how Brent managed it, particularly considering that he must have +been putting in triple time that week, but he carried off Lore differently AND +perfectly (something not easy to do, since he was damned good last time). +The realization that Soong was still alive definitely changed Lore's character +to an extent, putting him back into a childlike role, and this was well +displayed. And as in other cases, I was surprised by how much I felt for him. +At his reaction to Soong's announcement that he was dying, saying "Dying? You +look fine! You're not that old!...You...look fine...", I almost went to +tears, and THAT's very rare as well. + +Brent actually managed to almost completely change Lore's character, from +completely evil to bitter and resentful, and more _hurt_ than anything else. +I'm glad Lore's fate was left open-ended, 'cos I definitely want to see him +after the chip's done a little work on him. Bravo, Mr. Spiner. Bravo. + +Now, there's the little Jake/Willie Potts subplot to consider. At the beginning, +I thought to myself that this was only going to get in the way. Fortunately, I +was pretty much wrong. While the few scenes between Willie and Bev did little +for me (though they did make me think that Gates doesn't do such a bad job +playing a pediatrician), I don't think they were meant to. The subplot was in +there to create a duality in the title (that's three double meanings in a row, +folks!), and did so quite well. And finally, nearly all if not actually all of +my little objections to the subplot were erased when I saw the last few seconds +of the show. As a setup for that line, it worked blissfully. + +Well, I'm definitely starting to run off at the mouth here. Must be a result +of being a grad student...as long as I keep talking, I have an excuse not to be +doing work. ;-) Anyway, here are some shorter thoughts, followed by one +last long one. + +1) Let's see, we've had Worf's parents lately, the return of Lore, and we will +be seeing Tasha's homeworld, the return of the Traveller, and we even saw Data +do something here he hasn't done since "Encounter at Farpoint". Anyone else +get the feeling the production team's decided "okay, let's do some of the +first season again, and this time let's do it RIGHT!"? No objections here, +since they're following up only the interesting plotlines (one vote for the +return of the "Conspiracy" parasites here!). But if they ever decide to +visit the Edo again, I'm outta here. :-) + +2) Choreographing most of the scenes in this show must've been a real bitch, +don't you think? + +3) I loved Soong's description of leaving the colony: "I admit I wouldn't have +guessed I'd be running from a giant _snowflake_, but, hmm...". + +4) I sort of wish this was a 2-parter--not because the episode needed more +time, but because I *wanted* Data and Soong to have more time to talk--about +Lal, about Ira Graves, about that young upstart Maddox...Not an objection, since +I think we were meant to feel Soong was taken too quickly from us, but damn, +it's a pity. + +5) Last week, we heard "Goodbye, Dad", and it did absolutely nothing for me. +This week, Data's quiet "Goodbye...Father" sent a wave of emotion through me. + +6) Some people have said that the Wesley plotline in "Family" only works well +if you have children. Well, I'll take a somewhat similar stance: you don't +have to have a brother to get caught up in Data and Lore's emotions, but it +definitely helps. + +Now, the long thought--it's about Data's emotions. I was slightly disappointed +for a few minutes by Soong's acceptance of Data's lack of emotions--I would have +preferred that Data bring it up and Soong insist "but, Data, don't you +understand--you DO have emotions! Different, yes, but they're there!" I didn't +get that, and I was considering lowering the episode a bit because of it, but +it redeemed itself by their farewell. In particular, a pair of lines stood +out, but I'll save them for my signature. + +Well, this has definitely gone on for long enough. I'm sure you folks need to +get on with your lives. I'll give this my highest recommendation, though, and +I'm pretty sure that this makes not only my top 10, but my top 5 shows ever made +on TNG. Watch it. Many times. As soon as you can. + +But, here are the numbers, since many people seem to thrive on them: + +Plot: 10. Solid, solid plot. We never found out exactly how Soong escaped, + no; but we don't NEED to. Beautiful. +Plot Handling: 10. Rob Bowman doesn't often disappoint me, and he certainly + didn't here. +Characterization: I'll repeat something I used a long time ago (I don't + remember what it was in reference to): 10, for lack of a 28. +Technical: 10. The only relevant tech stuff occurred in the show's first + fifteen minutes, which were as flawless as the rest of it. + +TOTAL: Well, gee, what do YOU think? 10, of course. + +NEXT WEEK: + +TNG tackles child abuse. The show looks iffy, but the teenage kid looks mighty +familiar. I wish I knew where I've seen him. + +Until next week, I remain... + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"You know that I cannot grieve for you, sir." +"You will...in your own way." diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bubblegu b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bubblegu new file mode 100644 index 00000000..44ca88fb --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/bubblegu @@ -0,0 +1,1417 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!samsung!noose.ecn.purdue.edu!mentor.cc.purdue.edu!sage.cc.purdue.edu!byonef +From: byonef@sage.cc.purdue.edu (Fred Byon) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: BUBBLEGUM TREK PART 1: "We're not in Mega-Tokyo anymore...or are we?" +Keywords: A Bubblegum Crisis (Crash)/TNG Crossover +Message-ID: <47644@mentor.cc.purdue.edu> +Date: 29 Apr 92 02:26:59 GMT +Sender: news@mentor.cc.purdue.edu +Lines: 1405 + +Hello! Here is part 1 of a story that I recently wrote and posted over at +rec.arts.anime. This is a cross between the Japanese animated cartoon +"Bubblegum Crisis" and TNG. + +Someone recently emailed me saying that I should also post this to this +newsgroup (I've been kinda thinking about posting my story to +alt.startrek.creative myself), so here it is. Enjoy! + +P.S. I should (hopefully) get part 2 done by the end of this week. I'll +post it to both this newsgroup and rec.arts.anime. + +--------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + BUBBLEGUM TREK + +CAST OF CHARACTERS: + +THE KNIGHT SABERS: + +Sylia Stingray +Lieutenant JG Priss (will serve on Enterprise) +Linna Yamazaki +Ensign Nene Romanova (also will serve on Enterprise) + +GENOM: + +Largo + +THE BORG (need we say more?) + +THE USS MEGA-TOKYO (NCC-2030) + +Captain Mackie Stingray IV (The great-grandson of Sylia's brother) + +THE USS ENTERPRISE (NCC-1701-D) + +Captain Jean-Luc Picard +Commander William Riker +Lt. Commander Data +Lt. Worf +Lt. Geordi LaForge +Counselor Deanna Troi +Chief Medical Officer Dr. Beverly Crusher +Ensign Wesley Crusher +Transporter Chief Miles O'Brien +Ensign Ro Lauren + +REFERENCE TO THE AD POLICE: + +Commodore Jeffrey McNickol (Leon's great-grandson) + +AND SPECIAL GUEST APPEARENCES BY: + +Ret. Captain James T. Kirk +Ret. Captain Montgomery Scott +Admiral Leonard "Bones" McCoy + +AND NOW ON TO THE STORY!!!!!!! + +PART 1: WE'RE NOT IN MEGA-TOKYO ANYMORE....OR ARE WE? + +(SCENE: Starfleet Command HQ in San Fransisco. In a rather desolate area of +the Command building, Montgomery Scott is seen working on something with +several students from Starfleet Academy. James Kirk walks in the room to +pay a visit) + +SCOTTY (suprised): Ooch! Ah, Captain Kirk! Captain Kirk! What a pleasure +to meet you again! (Hugs Jim) + +KIRK: Ugh! Be careful, Scotty. My body isn't what it was 80 years ago, +y'know. + +SCOTTY: Sorry about that, sir! So what brings you down here? + +KIRK: Oh, I just wanted to visit. It's been such a LONG time since I've +been to this building. This place sure have changed a lot. As a matter of +fact, a lot of things have changed. + +SCOTTY: I couldn't say it any better, Cap'n! Yah, things HAVE changed. +I thought I would never see the day that communicators would be +worn ON the uniform! + +KIRK (starts to pace around the room, observing what the Academy cadets are +working on): Uh-huh. I don't know if I would prefer what it's like today +to what is was a long time ago. Every year turns out to be a new step for +mankind in some way shape or form. Today you have Klingons on starships. +Today you have hollydecks... + +SCOTTY: HOLOdecks, sir, HOLOdecks. + +KIRK: Whatever. I guess I'm getting way too old now for this century. +I guess perhaps I'm more used to the "good 'ol days". Oh well, at least +it's good to know that there's still an Enterprise around. + +SCOTTY: Yah, but a different one. The Enterprise-D! + +KIRK: Yeah, I noticed that they get bigger and bigger every year. Anyway, +I sense that my days on Earth will come to a close soon. I sure wish I could +just...go back in time and do it all over again. + +SCOTTY: Me too! Funny you should bring that up, cap'n, my students are working +on that right now. + +KIRK: Really? A time machine? + +SCOTTY: Well, not really. (points to the machine) This is what we've been +working on all semester. It's supposed to bring something back from the +past. + +KIRK: Does it work? + +SCOTTY: That's the point, cap'n, it's not SUPPOSED to work. + +KIRK: Then what's the purpose of working on something that won't work? + +SCOTTY (smiles): Ah, y'know, cap'n, they're only Academy cadets, so let their +imaginations run wild every once in a while! Who knows, maybe this thing WILL +work. We could bring back a car from the 20th century. We could bring back +farm animals, birds, airplanes, helicopters, anything! But the chance is +VERY small. I estimate about a 8.25% chance of this thing working. So in +all probability, it won't work, and I'm pretty sure of it. + +KIRK: Are you trying to make sure these guys become engineers or something? + +SCOTTY: Hey, I certainly think they have the potential, cap'n. Like the +old earth sayin' goes, "If you can build better minds, you can build better +moosetraps." + +KIRK: Mousetraps. + +SCOTTY: Ooch! I guess I'm getting too old too, cap'n! + +CADET: Scotty, I think we're ready to give the machine a try. + +SCOTTY: Excellent! Give it a go! + +ANOTHER CADET: What year should be set this on? + +SCOTTY: Hmm...how about the 21st century, 2040...let's try to bring back a +Chinese wok from Tokyo, Japan. + +CADET: How can you bring back something Chinese from Japan? + +SCOTTY: Oh, I don't know! Just set it there and give it a shot! + +(Some of the cadets push some buttons on the machine. The machine makes some +funny noises and stops. Some smoke starts to come out) + +KIRK: Well, did it work? + +SCOTTY: Ah, I doubt it. With all that smoke, there must have been some bad +connection....I don't see no wok, either.... + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo, AD 2040. Knight Sabers HQ. Nene is standing on a +digitized scale while the other three Knight Sabers surround her) + +LINNA: Ha ha! Look! Nene gained another five kilos! + +PRISS: Sheesh, must be those late night snacks again. Nene, there IS a lot +more to life than food. + +NENE: Hey, c'mon guys. A woman HAS to live a little sometime. + +SYLIA: I think Priss has a valid point, Nene. There IS a lot more to life +than food. It certainly isn't good for your own health and it's also +detrimental to the Knight Sabers. I'm not too sure if I can make a suit +bigger than the one you have now. + Anyway, I think we should start our training now. Genom's been quiet +for awhile, and they could be planning their next move right now... + +(Just as Sylia says that, a transporter beam engulfs the four women) + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo. AD 2365. Same building. The four girls reappear) + +LINNA: Huh? What happened? + +(They look around and notice it's the same building, but all their equipment +is gone.) + +PRISS: This doesn't look like our HQ. + +NENE: It's the same building, but where's all the equipment? + +(They step outside to notice that their cars are gone. Instead, the streets +are filled with hovercrafts and they also notice a big crowd gathering down +the street. Sylia notices a passerby) + +SYLIA: Excuse me, but can you tell me what is the name of this city and what +year? + +PASSERBY: It's 2365, and you're in Mega-Tokyo. (Notices the four women) +Sheesh, you chicks been living in a cave or somethin'? + +SYLIA (points to the crowd): What's going on down there? + +PASSERBY: Don't you know? It's the inauguration of the new Starfleet +Academy Branch in Mega-Tokyo. It's the big news of today. Gotta go! +(runs off to join the crowd) + +SYLIA (to the girls): I have a feeling that...we've been sent to the future. + +(The other three girls look shocked as we cut to the opening) + +(TNG music starts. Shot of the 24th century Mega-Tokyo, then the scene +spans out to outer space at the Milky Way planets.) + +SYLIA: Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Knight +Sabers. Our continuing mission...to stop Genom and the bumas. To restore +peace in the universe. To boldly go where no woman has fought before! + +(BUBBLEGUM TREK pops up here) + +(BGC music comes on here. Shots of the four girls in the 24th century +Mega-Tokyo, and then the scene changes to the USS Enterprise, where the +bridge crew is shown.) + +(Opening credits appear) + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo, AD 2365. The four Knight Sabers are still befuddled +by their time travel to the futuristic Mega-Tokyo) + +LINNA: This is a joke, right? We can't be 300 years in the future! + +PRISS: Well, if this is a bad dream, I want to wake up NOW! + +NENE: Guys, I think whining about it won't do us any good. + +SYLIA: Girls, I think Nene is right. Face it, we're now stuck here. We +have no idea how we got here or who brought us here. Everything is real. + +LINNA: Well, what are we going to do? + +SYLIA: The only thing we could do is to find a way to get back to our original +time. I would assume the technology in the 24th century is a lot stronger +than what we're accustomed to, so perhaps I could find a way out. In the +meantime, I guess we'll all have to blend in with the "new" Mega-Tokyo. + +NENE: Will they still remember me at ADP? + +PRISS (sneers): Don't count on it. + +LINNA: Or perhaps an even better question: what is this city like now? +We don't really know how different it could be. + +SYLIA: That's why I want you to get accustomed to it. I have a feeling that +this will be our home for awhile. + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo, AD 2365. It has been one month since the Knight Sabers +appeared in the "new" Mega-Tokyo. They all seem to like it: no such thing as +money, no pollution, and endless hours of shopping) + +(Nene and Priss are seen walking by the Starfleet Academy Building) + +NENE: You know, I just realized something... + +PRISS: What? + +NENE: This would be where the AD Police building would normally be. I +wonder... + +PRISS (shrugs): Who cares? If it's gone, it's gone. This "Starfleet" +place could be a blessing, actually. + +NENE: C'mon, Priss! You can't just hang onto that grudge forever! + +PRISS: As far as I'm concerned, the ADP took everything that was meaningful +to me. + +NENE (sighs): Oh, well. I guess you'll always be you. + +PRISS: Frankly, I don't see how you can stand working for a bunch of... + +NENE: Hey, they're not ALL that bad! I made friends...I made good friends +like Leon... + +PRISS (becomes teary-eyed suddenly): Did you have to mention him. I miss +home. I mean, I like it here. Virtually no problems in the 24th century. +But it's not...home. I wanna go back HOME! (starts crying as she falls into +Nene's arms) + +NENE: C'mon, you're not THAT soft to cry. + +PRISS (sobs): I know. I really love it here...no pollution, no hassles, +no money to spend, everything is free...and even no boomers...but somehow, +it's simply not the same. The world is too...perfect. + +NENE: Yeah, it really is. Sometimes I feel too...lazy. + +PRISS: Sounds like you, Nene. + +NENE (sarcastic): Well, thank you. Sheesh! Seriously, I still WANT to +make myself useful somehow. (Looks up at the Academy Building) That's it. + +PRISS: What is? + +NENE: I want to become one. I want to join. + +PRISS: Become what? + +NENE: I want to become a Starfleet Officer. + +PRISS: You? Traveling in the stars? (laughs) Well, I always thought your +brain was in another dimension. + +NENE: Humph. Well, since you seem to know so much, why don't you join me? + +PRISS: What's there to do out there? Space is probably a utopia just as it +is here on Earth. + +NENE: Au contrare. I've heard many things about what it is now in outer +space. During the last 300 years, mankind managed to discover many different +alien races. Conflict still exists, as man and alien struggle to exist. +That's why there's a United Federation of Planets. They try to make all +living beings live in peace. + +PRISS (shrugs): I find that hard to believe. + +NENE: It's true. And even today, man still makes discoveries. That's +why they have those gigantic starships. As one famous captain once said, +"To boldly go where no man has gone before." + +PRISS: But we're women. + +NENE: So what? Anyone can be an officer. This could be an experience +of a lifetime. C'mon, Priss. Join me. This could boost your morale. + +PRISS: Like as if I HAVE any. OK, so what's going to happen to Linna and +Sylia if we join? + +NENE (pauses): Well...gee, I kinda forgot about them...but even in the +situation we're in now, we should lead lives of our own, right? + +PRISS: Hmm...well, I suppose... + +NENE: And we can still keep in touch with them. Knight Sabers never break +up no matter what. + +PRISS: Well...all right. I'll go into the stars with you. + +(Nene smiles) + +(SCENE: Night, Knight Sabers HQ. The place appears more liveable. +The four women are gathered around a table) + +SYLIA: All right, ladies, what do you have to tell me? + +NENE: Well, first of all, have you made any progress in sending us back +home? + +SYLIA: Not really. Obviously, the technology of this century is much more +sophisticated than our time, and even so, I still can't find a way out. +We've been stuck in square one ever since we've came here. But I seem to +be more accustomed to the computer systems right now than in previous +weeks, so there's still hope. + +LINNA: So how long will it be until we go home? + +SYLIA: Lord knows. Realistically, I would guess between a few months to +a few years. I'm sorry, but I'm trying the best I could. I hope you can +make yourselves useful until then. + +NENE: Oh, that's what we wanted to tell you. Me and Priss will be signing +up to become Starfleet Officers. + +SYLIA: Really? + +LINNA: And I got a job at the Academy to be an aerobics instructor. + +SYLIA: Well, I'm glad to hear that. I guess that would certainly make the +time fly by. When do you start? + +NENE: Class starts tomorrow. + +SYLIA: My best wishes to all three of you. Just as well; as I said, it's +not likely that we'll be out of here anytime soon. Keep in mind that even +though we're in a different time, I'd appreciate it if you follow Knight +Saber regulations at all times. After being here for more than a month, +I'm sure that I don't have to remind you of that. + +LINNA: Understood. It's kind of funny, though...there doesn't seem to be +anyone who remembers the Knight Sabers. + +PRISS: What did you expect? We're 300 years in the future. + +NENE: And I don't think ANY of us has seen a single boomer here. + +SYLIA: I recently checked through some files from Starfleet Command's +public access computing center, and one of the files mentioned that Genom's +last boomer attack on Mega-Tokyo occured in the year 2062. They +haven't been seen ever since. + +PRISS (small smile on her face): Just as well. Looks like your father's +dream is now just a distant memory. + +NENE: Does it say anything about us? + +SYLIA: Nothing. The only other information I managed to dig up was about +the AD Police. The powers-that-be of the United Federation of Planets started +to negotiate with the ADP about a 100 years ago to see if the ADP can "join" +the Federation. Many citizens of Mega-Tokyo thought that the ADP was more +pathetic than ever before, so the ADP was more than willing to become part +of Starfleet. The ADP officially dissolved at the turn of the century and +Starfleet Command took over from then on. That's why we see the +Academy building right where the ADP used to be. + +NENE: Didn't they save the ADP's computer banks? + +SYLIA: I think some files were saved, but most of them got lost or erased +when Starfleet inserted their own data. + +LINNA: So nobody knows what our final fates are? Aren't we written in some +history book somewhere? + +SYLIA: Maybe it would be best if we didn't know. + +NENE, PRISS AND LINNA (together): Why? + +SYLIA: Because there's always that chance that whatever our final fate is may +not be good at all. We're now stuck in the future, and as far as we're con- +cerned, we now control our OWN destiny. We can't let whatever was supposed +to happen to us bother us now. + +LINNA: I guess you're right. + +SYLIA: Anyway, my best of wishes to all three of you. I hope you become +successful in your endeavors. And please keep in touch with one another. + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo Starfleet Academy building. First day of classes) + +(Insert BGC Pop Song) + +(Scene of Nene paying attention to lecture, while Priss appears bored) + +LECTURER: ...one of the most important things to become a Starfleet +Officer is to be able to make POSITIVE and FAST decisions. As with many +other things in life, timidness cannot be tolerated... + +NENE (in her mind): Hmm...I think I know this already... + +PRISS (in her mind): When is this bullsh*t going to end... (Priss falls +asleep) + +(Scene change to an aerobics class, with Linna as the instructor) + +LINNA: One, two, three...c'mon, lets see those legs and arms go higher! + +(Priss appears to be with the flow with the rest of the class, while Nene +appears tired, panting, and sweaty) + +LINNA: Hey, red head! Get with it! + +NENE (huffing and puffing): Linna, you're a slave driver! + +LINNA: I'm Miss Yamazaki to you. If you don't shape up, I'll make you +run penalty laps around the gym. + +NENE: Grrr.... + +(The workout ends. Nene falls on her back, still panting) + +PRISS: Guess you're too wimpy for this, eh? I told you to stay off the +junk food. + +(Nene has an angry look) + +(Weeks and months pass. Scene change to a typical Academy classroom. +Nene and Priss get their graded exams back) + +PRISS: What did you get? + +NENE: A+. This stuff is TOO easy. What about you? + +PRISS: C minus. + +(Nene sticks her tongue out at her. Priss makes a swipe at Nene and misses) + +(Scene change to a Academy gymnasium, where Nene and Priss are in a martial +arts class) + +INSTRUCTOR: Today, we'll learn some basic moves in the ancient Korean +martial art, Tae-Kwon-Do. Would any of you like to volunteer? + +(Priss and Nene eagerly raise their hands) + +INSTRUCTOR (points to Nene): Your name, cadet? + +NENE: Nene Romanova, Sir. + +INSTRUCTOR: Okay, Nene, come over here... + +(A few minutes later, Nene makes a kick toward the instructor but misses. +Her momentum causes her to fall to the floor) + +INSTRUCTOR: Nene, you got the right idea, but your kick is still TOO slow. +If I was a Romulan, I would have killed you. + +(Nene joins the rest of the class) + +INSTRUCTOR: Any other WILLING volunteers? + +(The instructor sees Priss's hand) + +INSTRUCTOR: Okay, come over here. Your name? + +PRISS: Priss. Who wants to know? + +INSTRUCTOR: And your last name? + +PRISS: Don't know what it is. My parents were killed when I was young. + +INSTRUCTOR: Ok, if you say so. Anyway, here is how you do a basic kick in +the chops (Does the demonstration to Priss) Very simple. But the thing is, +you should TRY to execute the move quickly in order for it to be effective. +Even a moment of tardiness could be costly during a battle with the enemy. +All right, you give it a try. + +(Priss at super speed whacks the instructor in the stomach) + +INSTRUCTOR: Oof. Wow, you're fast. + +(Priss continues to pummel away at the professor) + +INSTRUCTOR: Okay, okay...AAGH! You've done your part. Now... + +(Priss then does an arm chop in the chops) + +INSTRUCTOR: Hey, we haven't learned that yet! Will you... + +(Priss continues to beat him up without mercy) + +INSTRUCTOR: Hey, STOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!! Helppppppppp!!!!! + +(The other students in the class cheers Priss on as she beats the instuctor +to a pulp. Afterwards, she places her foot on his fallen body, indicating +victory. The cadets go crazy for Priss) + +INSTRUCTOR (groggy): Class......dismissed. (Head flumps back to the floor) + +(SCENE: Typical Starfleet Academy classroom. Priss is there. There is an +empty seat where Nene should be) + +LECTURER: Cadet Nene Romanova! (silence. A small smile appears on Priss's +face) Cadet Nene Romanova! Cadet Priss, do you know where Romanova is? +(Priss shakes her head) + +(SCENE: Back to the gym for yet another martial arts class) + +INSTRUCTOR: ...and now it is time for your first martial arts test. All +of you are required to take it in order to pass the course. Any willing +volunteers? + +(Priss raises her hand.) + +INSTRUCTOR: Oh, Priss. Well, OK, but the test will be a little different for +you. + +PRISS: Huh? + +INSTRUCTOR: Normally, you would have to take me on for the test, but since +you've already...um, made me look bad, I'd figure you should take on one of +the other instructors. (Gestures toward one of the gym doors) + +(As the side door opens, a large figure steps out. He appears to be 6 foot +10 inches and has a "Bruce Lee" type figure) + +INSTRUCTOR: Priss, this is Okyorama. He recently won the Far East Tae- +Kwon-Do tournament in Seoul and is the current Martial Arts Champion of +Mega-Tokyo. + +(Priss gasps) + +OKYORAMA: How doo you doo. (Realizes that Priss is female) Wait ah +minoote, do yoo expact mee too take on GOILIE? + +INSTRUCTOR: Of course! She beat the crap out of me the other day. + +OKYORAMA (to instructor): You GOOT to be KEEDING. You actually LOOST to +GOILIE? + +PRISS: "GOILIE"? Who are you calling a GOILIE? + +OKYORAMA (to Priss): Oooops. My apologees, Madame Goilie. I doo not weesh +to hurt a weeekaling like you... + +PRISS: Weakling?!??! Okay, that's it! (to the instructor) I'll take him +on! + +INSTRUCTOR: Good luck! + +OKYORAMA: Now wait, goilie...I don't want to...OOOAUF!!! (Priss hits him +hard in the chops) + +(We now see shots of Priss hitting Okyorama on various parts of his body. +Okyorama tries to fight back but Priss is too much for him) + +OKYORAMA: AAAAGHHHH!! OAMUFFF!!! OOOOOOOGHHHHHHHH!!! + +CADETS IN GYM: PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! + PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! PRISS! GO PRISS! YAAAAAAAAAAY! + +(Finally, Okyorama lands on the floor face first in exhaustion. Cadets +surround Priss in jubilation. Instructor comes up to Okyorama's face) + +INSTRUCTOR: I told you. + +(Okyorama's head falls back onto the canvas) + +(SCENE: Another Academy classroom.) + +LECTURER: Cadet Nene Romanova! (silence) Cadet Romanova! DANG IT! +WHERE IS SHE? + +(Scene change to Nene's Mega-Tokyo apartment. She is sitting in front of +a computer terminal hacking away) + +NENE: Dum da de dum dum... + +(Something with the United Federation of Planets logo appear on the +screen) + +NENE: Hey! Now I can change my grades...wait, er, NAH! I'm not that +dishonest. + +(SCENE: Several days later. Some of the Academy Instructors are talking in +a lounge) + +INSTRUCTOR (the same guy who taught the martial arts class): I tell you, +she's a tough cookie! + +OKYORAMA: Yah. She beat me up. Read bawd. + +ANOTHER MARTIAL ARTS INSTRUCTOR: You wimps. A woman beat you guys up? + +(Both instructors nod their heads) + +ANOTHER MARTIAL ARTS INSTRUCTOR: I can't believe that. Okay, we'll see how +tough she really is... + +(Scene change to another part of the lounge) + +LECTURER: Hey, do you have a Nene Romanova in your class? + +LECTURER 2: Romanova...Romanova...ah yes. Best grades in the class, +I think, but she never shows up for lecture. + +LECTURER: Same here. I've haven't seen her for the past two lectures. +Gawd, I hate losing students. + +LECTURER 2: Past two lectures? You're lucky. I haven't seen her for +the past two weeks. + +(Another lecturer comes up) + +LECTURER 3: Past two months for me. + +(The other lecturers look astonished) + +(SCENE: A cafeteria. Nene and Priss are sitting together eating lunch) + +NENE: So how are your grades? + +PRISS: So so. And you? + +NENE: 3.68 on a 4.0 GPA scale. + +PRISS: Huh? You hardly show up for class. + +NENE (arrogant): I'm a brain. Hee hee! (smiles) + +PRISS: Humph. For your info, my best classes are in martial arts. + +NENE: So I heard. At this rate, the Academy won't have any more instructors +if you keep mutilating them. + +PRISS: Guess I need to beat up a boomer sometime. Too bad there aren't any +around here. (Takes out a white envelope from her bag). By the way, what +classes are you going to take next semester? + +NENE (pondering): Hmm....if I recall, mostly on technical and mechanical +stuff. What about you? + +PRISS: I'm going to find out right now. (Opens the envelope and reads the +her class schedule) Phaser weapondry, warp technology...huh? + +NENE: What's the matter? + +PRISS: I don't remember signing up for Sumo Wrestling. + +(SCENE: Office of the Dean of Martial Arts. Priss is in the office. A +secretary sits behind a desk working.) + +SECRETARY: Cadet Priss, Mr. Toshiyaba is ready to see you now. + +PRISS: Thank you. + +(Priss stalks through Mr. Toshiyaba's door and throws down her class +schedule onto his desk) + +PRISS: What is this? + +TOSHIYABA: It's a class schedule. + +PRISS: Very good. You're smarter than I thought. Okay, I'll get to the +point. Who signed me up for Sumo? + +TOSHIYABA: Oh, yes. I know you, Cadet Priss. The instructors told me that +you are REQUIRED to take that course in order for you to graduate. + +PRISS: WHAT!!! Why? + +TOSHIYABA: Umm...well they didn't say. + +PRISS: I hope you're not lying. You better tell me or else you won't have +any more teeth. + +TOSHIYABA: Now come on, Cadet! One more class of martial arts class is +very useful. Starfleet likes true fighters in their ranks. Besides, Sumo +is very easy. + +PRISS: Easy? + +TOSHIYABA: Very easy, especially of your calliber. Trust me, you won't take +on anyone over 200 pounds. Trust me. + +PRISS: You got to be kidding. + +TOSHIYABA: No joke. + +PRISS: All right, if you say so. + +(SCENE: Academy Gymnasium. Priss is looking at a 520 pound sumo wrestler) + +PRISS: He doesn't look under 200 to me. + +INSTRUCTOR: Oops, our scale is broken, I think. + +PRISS: "Trust me"; yeah, right. Hey, who else signed up for this class +anyway? + +INSTRUCTOR: You're the only one. + +PRISS: HUH? + +INSTRUCTOR: From what others told me, you're the only one fitted for this +class. + +PRISS: This is a set up! + +INSTRUCTOR: Hey, I only told you what others have told me. Kato, attack +the woman! + +(Kato lunges forward in his sumo stance. Priss appears ready as well.) + +KATO: HYAAAAA!!! (Kato attacks and hits Priss in the chest. Instructor +giggles) + +INSTRUCTOR: Looks like you have met your match. + +PRISS: Ha! Nobody gets off that easily. + +(Priss gets up and chops him in the chest. Kato doesn't move. A smile +appears on his face) + +PRISS: Looks like you'll be tougher than I thought. + +(Kato hits Priss again and she falls to the floor) + +INSTRUCTOR: Ha ha! Do you give up? + +PRISS (angry and breathing hard): NOOOO! + +(Priss makes a flying tackle to the face. Kato wreaks in pain. She then +hits him continually in the midsection) + +KATO: OOOOF! AAAAAAGHGH! I'm hurting! I give up! (Falls to the floor) + +INSTRUCTOR: Wow! I am impressed with your stupendous strengh! + +(Priss does a tae-qwon-do kick to the instructor's head. He falls to the +floor too) + +PRISS: Yeah, I hope you're impressed with that too. (Priss leaves) + +(More weeks and months pass. We see more scenes of Priss and Nene's academy +training. More aerobics, computer training, combat situations with Klingons, +Nene skipping class constantly...) + +(It is now exactly two years since the Knight Sabers landed in Mega-Tokyo. +We now see a commencement ceremony in the Mega-Tokyo Starfleet Academy +Gardens. Priss and Nene are there along with hundreds of other cadets) + +DEAN: Distinguished Cadets, welcome to yet another stage of your life. +You have now mastered the fine arts and training of space travel. As you +all will go your separate ways, whether here on Earth or on one of Starfleet +Command's heralded starships, I hope that your vast experiences in Starfleet +Academy were most memorable. + Our guest speaker is one of Starfleet's most recognized veterans. +He has been very invaluable to the United Federation of Planets for more than +80 years. He was a doctor on the USS Enterprise for some 30-plus years and +is currently the head of Doctorial Affairs for Starfleet. Please give a +big round of applause for Admiral Leonard "Bones" McCoy! + +(Cadets clap as McCoy takes the stand) + +MCCOY: Thank you, Admiral. First of all, I'd like to say that I am, um, +honored to be here talking to you. I, um, am not much of a speaker, but +,um, I could give it the ol' Academy try. Get it? Academy try? + +(The cadets remain emotionless) + +MCCOY: Oh, well. I still remember when I, um, first graduated from the +Academy. It was, um, a very good experience. I was, um, looking forward +to being a full-fledged doctor in space. Working under James T. Kirk was +very, um, exciting for me. In my time, there weren't a lot of "quacks +in space", anyway. Get it? Quacks in space? + +(Cadets have puzzled looks on their faces) + +MCCOY: Oh, dang it! I'm a doctor, not a speech-giver! In short, good luck +with your careers in Starfleet. Thank you. + +(Cadets cheer) + +(Soon, the cadets were given their commissions. The Dean is once again on +the stand calling out names) + +DEAN: Cadet Nene Romanova! + +(Nene goes up and gets her commission certificate. She reads it: + + THIS CERTIFIES THAT + + NENE ROMANOVA + + HAS SATIFIED THE REQUIREMENTS TO BE AN OFFICER + FOR THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS + + GRADUATING RANK: Ensign + ASSIGNMENT: Navigator and Engineering + USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D) + +NENE: Wow! I'm on the Enterprise! + +DEAN: Cadet Priss! + +(Priss gets her certificate and sits back down. She becomes elated when +she reads it) + +NENE: You happy too? + +PRISS: Yep. (She smiles as she shows her certificate) + +NENE (surprised): Huh? How? Why? + +(SCENE: The Academy Credit Evaluation Office) + +NENE (to administrator): Why? + +ADMIN: Well, she proved something that you never were. + +NENE: What? + +ADMIN: Comparing her record to yours, she had a better class attendance +record than you, and she seem to be an expert in all sorts of combat. +You had better grades than her, but you only seem to be here a quarter of +the time. Also, Priss is the only cadet in Starfleet's history who managed +to injure three Academy Martial Arts instructors. + +NENE: That's stupid. I'm good at combat too! + +ADMIN: Yes, your record indicates that, but only particularly in phaser +warfare. She is all-around. + +NENE: This is unfair. + +ADMIN: We could do a re-evaluation, but it would only be on her permission. +All evaluations are final unless requested by that particular cadet. + +(Nene groans) + +ADMIN: Look at it this way. You're serving on the Starship Enterprise. +Only the best gets to serve on that ship. + +NENE: Then promote me if I am the best. + +ADMIN: Can't. You're record isn't good enough. Look, I got work to do, +so if you don't mind... + +(Nene stomps out without a word) + +(SCENE: Knight Sabers HQ. Sylia is sitting in front of a computer terminal +wondering.) + +SYLIA (in her mind): How did we get here...how did we get here... +why are we here...who brought us here...in this distant time...will we +ever go home...oh God...someone help me + +LARGO'S VOICE: Sylia...Sylia...Sylia... + +SYLIA: What? + +(Sylia finds herself in another place, different from her previous +surroundings. She sees nothing but blackness around her. Then Largo's +form materializes in front of her) + +LARGO: Hi, Sylia. Welcome...to another time...your destiny rests here. +Here...in a time where boomers don't exist...but only humans think that. +We are still alive...we still exist...only humans don't know that. We +are still alive...we will control the universe... + +SYLIA: Impossible! You will never succeed. + +LARGO (laughing): Ha! Your father had a dream...a good one...if not for him +we would not exist...you wouldn't exist either...but we had yet a better +dream. We are more superior that those crummy humans...this is your chance +to share my glory with me...join me...be part of me...I love you, Sylia... + +SYLIA: No! I will never... + +LARGO: Foolish one. You will lose eventually. Join me now...forget the +Knight Sabers...we will show you...that we will rule eventually...and the +universe will be ours to share..together...in love. As one. Join me... + +SYLIA: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! + +LINNA: Sylia? + +(Sylia wakes up, realizing that she was dreaming. She finds herself in +the room again and sees Linna at the doorway) + +LINNA: I came over to see how you were doing. Is something wrong? + +SYLIA: I...had a bad dream. (sighs) We've been here too long. I just +can't find a way. Everything's getting to me... + +LINNA: I know what you mean. I like it here; it's just that...well you've +already heard the same thing from us zillions of times already. + +SYLIA: Yeah. I still can't find a way for us to go home...but.... + +LINNA: What is it? + +SYLIA: Come with me. + +(Sylia shows Linna to a back door. Linna sees a giant blue-colored +spaceship, which looks awfully familiar. She also sees some very familiar +hardsuits) + +LINNA (astonished): What? How? How did all this get here? + +SYLIA: I made them. + +LINNA: Really? + +SYLIA: I was very impressed with the vast technological advancements of +the 24th Century. The databanks of Starfleet Command's public access sites +seemed very useful. + +LINNA: Wow. They look just like our hardsuits. + +SYLIA: They are--and a lot better too. We probably won't use them now... + +LINNA: Then what's the point of all this? + +SYLIA (sighs): I made them...in the event that we go home. But...it really +seems hopeless. No boomers in the 24th century. No wonder that there is +such thing as a Starfleet Command instead of an AD Police. Maybe Priss +was right, when she said...boomer technology is dead. I guess this is +all out of frustration, making all this. But still, I wanted to fill the +time. + I tried to find a way back. I've read about stories in the databanks +about time travel. Some captain of a previous starship Enterprise--forgot +his name--managed to go back to the 20th century in an effort to save +the earth from ecological disaster. So far, that feat hasn't been duplicated. +I want to do that too, but even I couldn't find the right pieces to the puzzle. + After a few months, it seemed that reality started to strike in. There +was nothing I could do. I figured that this will be our home for the rest +of our lives. So I made all this...in case we do find a way home. But then +again...there are no boomers here... + +LINNA: You tried, Sylia. I know you don't want to let us down. But even +someone like myself can realize that your human like the rest of us. + +SYLIA: Yes, I...suppose. (sighs) + +(Chime is heard from the doorway) + +SYLIA: Who is it? + +PRISS'S VOICE: It's me! Let me in! + +(Sylia presses a button on a table and the door slides open. Priss runs +in frantically. Priss is wearing a red Starfleet uniform) + +SYLIA: Priss! What's wrong? + +PRISS (panting): Hide me! + +SYLIA: Hide you? Who is chasing you? + +PRISS: Never mind that! Just hide me! (sees a closet) I'll go in here! +(Priss presses a button and the closet door opens. She goes in and hides +under some of Sylia's clothes) + +(Another chime from the door) + +SYLIA: Who is it? + +NENE'S VOICE: Hi, Sylia! It's me, Nene. Is Priss in there? + +SYLIA: Er, yes. She went into the closet. Come on in. + +(Door opens and a red-faced Nene enters. She is also wearing a red +Starfleet uniform. She then marches to the closet and presses the button. +Nene sees Priss huddled under party dresses) + +NENE: There you are! + +PRISS: GAAAAAAAAAK! + +NENE: I ought to... (starts choking Priss) + +LINNA: Nene, what are you doing? Let her go! (tries to separate them) + +(Sylia intervenes and drags them both out of the closet.) + +SYLIA: Could one of you explain what is going on here? + +NENE: Okay, the good news...we both graduated from Starfleet Academy. + +SYLIA: That's good! Then why are you mad at Priss? + +NENE: The bad news...she got a promotion! (points to Priss) + +PRISS: Well, that's what you get for skipping class three thousand times... + +NENE: Grr...(lunges toward Priss) + +SYLIA: Ladies! Ladies! Let's knock it off, shall we. I'm sure the 24th +century don't need any hostility now. Nene, you apologize for being mean to +Priss. + +NENE (reluctant): Okay, sorry. But I'm still jealous. I should be a +Junior Lieutenant, not her. + +PRISS: Well, you fight like a wimp in combat... + +SYLIA: Priss! + +PRISS (trying to look innocent): Yes? + +SYLIA: Nene is NOT a wimp. If she was, she wouldn't be a Knight Saber. + +PRISS: Oh...sorry, Nene. I didn't mean that. + +SYLIA: Now that's better. Ladies, I don't think this is anything to make +a fuss over. If I recall, Lieutenant Junior Grade is one step higher than +Ensign. + +NENE: Yeah, but... + +SYLIA: So, if you ask me, you two are capable of doing anything at any +time. Rank isn't everything. To me, you two are exactly the same. + +PRISS: Well, Nene is fatter than I am, so... + +SYLIA: Physically, there may be differences, but deep down inside is what +really counts in order to be successful in life. And I think you two have +proved that. + +(Nene and Priss look at each other) + +NENE & PRISS (at the same time): I'm sorry! + +SYLIA: That's better. So, when are you two leaving for the stars? + +NENE: The Enterprise is expected to take a one day shore leave tomorrow +and we're going to board tomorrow morning. + +SYLIA: And you two will be serving on the same ship? + +(Nene and Priss nod) + +SYLIA: Good. Keep in touch with one another, and I hope you have a good +journey. I'm very proud of you two, making the best out of a tough +situation. Oh by the way, here's something I'd like to show you... + +(Sylia shows Nene and Priss to the back room) + +NENE: Our hardsuits! + +PRISS: How did all this get here? + +SYLIA: I made them. I'm pretty impressed with 24th century technology. +(smiles) + +NENE: But we probably won't be using them now... + +SYLIA: Correct. We'll be bringing them back with us when we go home... +that is...IF we go home.... + +NENE (unhappy suddenly): Gee, you HAD to remind us. + +SYLIA: Sorry. It's got to me too. (looks at a digital wall clock). It's +getting late. You two got a long day ahead of you tomorrow. + +NENE: You're right. C'mon Priss, let's go. + +LINNA: Hey, wait up! I want to go with you! + +(Sylia waves the three girls goodbye. After they leave, Sylia goes back to +the back room and stares at the new improved Knight Saber equipment. She +then have afterthoughts of the dream she just had) + +SYLIA: Largo...are you still out there? + +(SCENE: Outer Space. Border of the Romulan Neutral Zone. We first see +an army of 50 boomers enter view. Then, a giant cubicle ship, about +10,000 times larger than a single boomer, appears) + +BORG: IDENTIFY YOURSELF. + +LARGO (in boomer suit): I'm glad you asked. I am Largo, leader to the Genom +Conglomerate. We are pleased to meet you. + +BORG: YOU APPEAR HUMAN, YET OUR SENSORS INDICATE THAT YOU ARE ALL MACHINES. + +LARGO: Yes, you are correct. I, myself, was human, but I am...immortal. +We terrorized planet earth some 300 years ago, but we were defeated by a... +stronger force, shall we say. We have been hiding until now. Now we want +to rule the universe. + +BORG: ONLY THE BORG SHALL RULE THE UNIVERSE. + +LARGO: I know that. How about if we...work together as a team? + +BORG: TEAMWORK? UNITY? + +LARGO: Yes...two strong minds as one. While we were hiding, we have +improved ourselves in many ways. We are now a force that the universe will +fear forever! + +BORG: IF WE WERE HUMAN, WE WOULD BE LAUGHING. + +LARGO: Now, c'mon! Give us a chance! + +BORG: OPPORTUNITIES ARE IRRELEVANT. + +LARGO: Now wait a minute! Isn't your ultimate goal...to capture and +enslave all races? + +BORG: CORRECT ANALYSIS. + +LARGO: Well, how about if we became...a PART of you. The borg is all +one collective mind, correct? + +BORG: CORRECT. + +LARGO: And when we do...we, you...ALL of us...will become the most +destructive force in the universe. Think about it...just give us a chance +to see what we could do. All the power and glory... + +(Silence) + +BORG: VERY WELL. WE WILL GIVE YOU AN OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE YOURSELVES. + +LARGO: Thank you. You wont regret it. By the way, can you tell me if there +is a Starfleet Command Captain named...Stingray? + +BORG: CHECKING AVAILABLE STARFLEET INFORMATION...CAPTAIN MACKEY STINGRAY THE +FOURTH, OF THE USS MEGA-TOKYO, REGISTRATION NCC-2030. + +LARGO: Excellent. + +(SCENE: USS Mega-Tokyo. View of the ship as Captain Mackey Stingray IV does +a personal log) + +MACKEY (voiceover): Captain's Personal Log Stardate 45825.1. I am bored. +Bored as hell. Seems that the time between assignments last an eternity. +This is only the ship's maiden voyage and already I long for some hard- +hittin' action. I should be asleep with the rest of my officers, but I +don't feel tired at all. Just darned bored. With nothing better to do, +I guess I'll mess with my computer terminal. + +(We now see Captain Stingray in his ready room. He turns on his desktop +computer) + +MACKEY: Computer, give me a family tree listing of the Stingray family. + +COMPUTER VOICE: SEARCHING...FAMILY HISTORY FOUND. + +(The screen is filled with Stingray family members and relatives. Mackie +notices that there were three other Mackies before him. He also notices +that the first Mackie had a sister) + +MACKEY: Hmmm....computer, give me all available information regarding Sylia +Stingray. + +(Computer screen now displays a picture of Sylia but nothing more) + +COMPUTER VOICE: NO OTHER DATA FOUND. + +MACKIE (looking at the picture): That's weird...hmmm...odd, she looks like +the scientific type. I know that my great-great grandfather was involved +with developing some...robotic race. Prehistoric androids, perhaps? +I wonder if this Sylia had something to do with it too... + +INTERCOM VOICE: Bridge to Captain Stingray. + +MACKEY: Stingray here. + +INTERCOM VOICE: You're wanted on the bridge. We're picking up a weird +distress signal. + +(Mackie enters the bridge) + +MACKIE: Report. + +SECURITY CHIEF: The signal is coming from the Romulan Neutral Zone. + +MACKIE: Idenification? + +SECURITY CHIEF: Unconfirmed, sir. Doesn't sound like anything familiar. + +MACKIE: It's not coming from a Romulan or Vulcan vessel? + +SECURITY CHIEF: Negative. We'd know it if it was. + +MACKIE: All right, let's check it out. Ensign, set course for the Romulan +Neutral Zone. Warp 4. + +ENSIGN IN NAV: Course set. Warp 4 ready. Estimated time of arrival: 30 +minutes. + +MACKIE: Engage. Stingray to Engineering. + +LIEUTENANT IN ENGINEERING: Engineering here. + +MACKIE: How are the shields? + +LIEUTENANT IN ENGINEERING: Shields are operative and at full strengh, sir. + +MACKIE: Good. We might need them in case this is a Romulan hoax. Stingray +out. + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: What do you think, sir? + +MACKIE: Right now I'm guessing that is another cargo ship that went off- +course again. Not that uncommon. But this might be a Romulan trap, so +I'm ready for anything. + +(SCENE: Mega-Tokyo arriving in the Neutral Zone border) + +ENSIGN IN NAV: We have now arrived at the border of the Neutral Zone, sir. + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: Captain, sensors are picking up...something. + +MACKIE: Identification? + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: It appears to be a herd of...android-like robotic +beings. I think they're withing viewing range. + +MACKIE: Onscreen. + +(The army of boomers appears on the screen) + +MACKIE: My God, what are they? Suggestions! + +SECURITY CHIEF: Recommend that we raise shields and try to communicate with +them. They appear not to be hostile, but I don't think we should take any +chances. + +MACKIE: All right, make it so. Raise shields, open hailing frequencies. + +SECURITY CHIEF: Hailing frequencies open, sir. + +(Mackie gets out of the command chair and walks to the viewscreen) + +MACKIE: This is Captain Mackie Stingray of the USS Mega-... + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: Captain! They're locking on... + +(An array of laser fire violently rocks the ship. Red Alert sirens go off) + +MACKIE: Damage report! + +SECURITY CHIEF: Shields are now down to 48 percent! + +MACKIE: What! You gotta be kidding. Stingray to Engineering! Can you +divert more power to the shields? + +LIEUTENANT IN ENGINEERING: I can try, Captain, but it's going to be hard! +The laser fire knocked out some systems down here! + +MACKIE: Make it so! + +(Another array of laser fire hits the ship. Ship rocks more violently. +(Lights on the bridge dim) + +MACKIE: Damage report! + +SECURITY CHIEF: Shields inoperative! + +MACKIE: My Stars, who ARE they? + +SECURITY CHIEF: Captain, decks 5 through 27 are reporting serious +injuries and casualties! + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: Captain, sensors are indicating that the robotic +beings are surrounding the ship in an oval! They're now on both our +port and starboard bow! + +MACKIE: Engineering! Where's the power to the shields? + +LIEUTENANT IN ENGINEERING: I think I can get some more, Captain! Now +rerouting to secondary power. + +(Scene changes to outside the ship. All the boomers fire at the ship at the +same time. Ship rocks again and starts to viabrate uneasily) + +SECURITY CHIEF: Shields are completely out! All systems are now offline! + +LIEUTENANT IN ENGINEERING: Captain! Both impulse and warp engines are +severely damaged. Picking up mass energy fluxuations throughout the +shi...AAAAAAAGGHHHH! (Explosion is heard through the speaker) + +(Lights continue to flicker and dim on the bridge. Ship rocks +violently) + +LIEUTENANT IN CONN: Captain! All systems inoperative! Mass energy +fluxuations throughout the ship! This thing is going to blow! + +MACKEY: All hands abandon ship! Get the hell out of here NOW! Get +escape pods rea... + +(Ship explodes in a flash of fireworks and white light. Boomers flee +the scene.) + +(SCENE: Neutral Zone, one hour later. The Borg returns) + +BORG: WE ARE...IMPRESSED. + +LARGO (smiling): I knew you would. + +BORG: WE WELCOME YOU...TO THE WORLD OF THE BORG. + +(Largo smiles and lets out an evil laugh as we fade away to commercial) + +COMMERCIAL + +(We see an ordinary person) + +ANNOUNCER: Wouldn't it be great if you decided to take a nap... + +(The guy falls asleep on a hammock) + +ANNOUNCER: ...and you woke up to see that you became a... + +(The guys now appears as Kyosuke Kasuga) + +ANNOUNCER: ...Japanese animation character! Yes! You are now Kyosuke +Kasuga from Kimangure Orange Road! + +KYOSUKE: Wah! + +ANNOUNCER: And your date for the evening was... + +(Madoka drives up in a red convertible wearing a skimpy dress) + +ANNOUNCER: ...the voluptuous Madoka Ayukawa! + +KYOSUKE: Ayukawa! + +MADOKA: Kasuga-Kun! + +(Scene changes to a beach with a sunset. Madoka and Kyosuke are eating +picnic food.) + +ANNOUNCER: And during your date she brought lots of...BEER! + +(Madoka brings out a six-pack of Keystone) + +ANNOUNCER: Cold-filtered Keystone and Keystone Light. Canned beer that +tastes like beer in a bottle with Keystone's specially lined can. + +(Kyosuke about to kiss Madoka) + +ANNOUNCER: And wouldn't it be great if Hikaru-Chan never showed up? + +HIKARU: Darling!!! + +(Hikaru falls from the sky and lands on Kasuga. Madoka slaps Kasuga +and walks away) + +KYOSUKE: Wa..wa..Ayukawa! + +HIKARU: Darling! (hugs Kasuga. Kasuga appears embarassed and upset) + +ANNOUNCER: Cold filtered Keystone and Keystone Light. Bottled beer taste +in a can. Now wouldn't that be great? + +END OF PART 1 + +"Bubblegum Trek" Copyright 1992 Byon Productions, Inc. 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The others reached you via the +regular channels. However, it appears that outgoing posts are not being +sent out of Radford University. As the semester is nearing its end I +am sending you the story to place int the archives. + + Sincerely + + Stephen B. Ratliff + Star Trek ________ + The Next Generation ___---'--------`--..____ + ,-------------------.============================- + (__________________<|_) `--.._______..--' + | | ___,--' - _ / + ,--' `--'Cadet | by Stephen Ratliff + ~~~~~~~`-._ Cruise | + `-.______,-' + + Prologue + ~~~~~~~~ + + Captain Picard and his daughter were packing to return to the +Enterprise. It had been a nice vacation at the Picard family vineyard +in Lavar, France. But now it was time to leave. + "How many T-shirts did you get in town this month?" Captain +Jean-Luc Picard asked. + "Four," Marrissa said, displaying them as she packed. The first +was a white one with the french flag and the Effail Tower on it. The +second one was colored like the Starfleet Command Branch Uniform with +the Words Future Starship Captain across the back and front. The thrid +was a white one with Golden Gate Bridge on it. The last was black with +Captain Picard's picture cir. StarDate 42000 and the sky line of the +small village of Lavar and the words I visited Lavar,France,Earth home +of Captain Jean-Luc Picard. + "Where did you get that one?" Captain Picard said with distaste. + "The shop next to the Catholic Church," Marrissa Picard said + "I'll be having a word with Phillipe before I leave," the +Captain said. "That shirt needs to be sent to file 13." + Marie Picard poked her head into the room. "Starfleet Command +called," Marie said. "they want you to call them as soon as possible." + + Captain Picard entered the shuttle he had brought with him on +the front lawn. He activated a screen and weaved he way though +Starfleet bureaucrats intil the person who wanted to contact him, +Admiral Theresa McGuire, was reached. + "Captain Picard your orders have been changed," McGuire said. +"You will be commanding a 2 week Cadet Cruise on the Maine starting +stardate 45600." + "Why the sudden change?" Captain Picard asked. + "Szustakowski of the Roanoke was to do it but he is dead," +Admiral McGuire said. "All of the other people who chould do it are +otherwised engaged in the Cardassian War. And since the Enterprise +will not be finshed with its upgrade/repairs you are the only Captain +available." + "Inform the Maine I and my daugher will be aboard at 1200 hours +tommarrow. Captain Jean-Luc Picard out." + + The Romulan procouncil was debating with Sela over her planned +attack. + "With the Cardassian war going on the Federation Fleet is +streached out," Sela said. "I could break though to Vulcan with just +the three ships I own." + "The Federation fleet has not withdrawn border patrol," The +Procoucil responed. + "The Chicago, The Stargazer, The Philladephia, it's not a +patrol its a laughing stock," Sela replied. + "Your plan does have merits," the Procoucil said after a +pause. "You may proceed. But I am assigning The Bloodfire and +Deathwing to your fleet." + "Thank you," Sela said and walked out of the office + Immedaitely after the meeting she went home to the Starburst. +Everyone at Romulan Space Command assumed this was to check on her +2 month old triplets. However, this visit had more to do with talking +to her babies 'Nanny'. + + "The plan is working," Sela began. "but the procoucil assigned +the Bloodfire and Deathwing to our fleet." + "Don't worry the plan will suceed," the Nanny replied. + +^L + Chapter One + ~~~~~~~~~~~ + +Shuttle Garrett approaching USS Maine +An Ambassidor Class Starship + + "May I take her in?" Marrissa asked. + "You aren't a certified pilot," Captain Jean-Luc Picard said. + "Check the shuttle's log," Marrissa said. "Data certified me +on STARDATE 47477." + "Then take the helm Marrissa," Captain Picard said. "Shuttle +Garrett to USS Maine." + Doctor Crushers voice came over the intercom, "Shuttle Garrett +this is the Maine. Go ahead Garrett." + "Garrett to Maine," Picard said. "Requesting clearance to land +with Captain." + "Land in the aft shuttlebay," The doctor replied. "I'll meet +you there, Jean-Luc. Maine out." + "Plot a course to the aft shuttlebay, Marrissa," the Captain +said. + "Scenic or Normal?" Marrissa asked. + "Data gave you a rating of Excellent so lets take the scenic +route," Picard said. + The shuttle traveled along the underside of the saucer of the +Maine. It neared the Warp Engines and cross behind the dorsal connecting +the saucer section to the stardrive. The shuttle then drove under the +starboard Warp Engine and circled the pilon until it came in line with +the aft shuttlebay. While it was doing this Marrissa kept the window +facing the most of ship she chould. The shuttle easied into the bay +and landed so smoothly that Captain Picard asked when she planned to +touch down 30 seconds after she had. + + Doctor Crusher and Westley Crusher were waiting for them when +they exited the shuttle. "Welcome aboard Captain," Wesley said. + "Enjoy your vacation Jean-Luc," Doctor Crusher said. + "Very much so Beverly," Jean-Luc replied. + "Did you pilot that shuttle in Captain?" Westly asked. "The +whole bridge crew was on edge when it went under the Warp Engine." + "No Marrissa piloted it in," Captain Picard stated. + "You have got to be kidding." Westly replied. + "Am I kidding Marrissa?" the Captain asked. + "No" Marrissa replied. + "I've got some bad news for you Captain," Dr Crusher said. +"We are the only commissioned Star Fleet Officers aboard." + "You mean that Starfleet gave me a ship with 750 cadets on board +," Captain Picard said," and only 2 Starfleet officers and told us to +review them in 14 days." + "Apparently son," Doctor crusher said. "One things for certain +I'm not crawling though jefferies tubes replacing currcuits and evading +security." + "Sounds like fun," Marrissa said. + "Then the job's yours," Captain Picard responded. + +The Neutral Zone +STARDATE 47603 +USS Chicago + + "5 Romulan Warbird decloaking," the Tactical Officer said. + "Hail them," Captain Sam Morgan said. "Notify the Border Partol, +Requesting assistance, raise shieds, and go to RED ALERT." + "The refuse to answer," the officer responed. + First two then all five fired on the Chicago. The Chicago +resisted bravely but was destroyed. +^L + Chapter Two + ~~~~~~~~~~~ + Captain Picard arrived on the bridge. "Captain on the bridge," +the tactical offficer said as everyone snapped to attention. + "Status, Helm," Picard asked. + "Coarse 128 mark 8 warp 3," Cadet Szustakowski said. + "Engineering," Picard contined + "All systems functioning normally," Cadet Crushers voice +filtered up from Engineering. + "Tactical," Picard inquired. + "All weapons available with a seconds notice," Cadet Ross +Lochard replied. "Ship is secure ... no wait power to security systems +is out on decks 3,4,and 5 as are lights on 3,4,5,6,and 7." + "Ask security to apprehend the person responsable," Captain +Picard said. "However, phaser usage is forbidden." + + Marrissa Picard was having the time of her life. Setting traps, +evading security, hiding in cargobays while security passed by; this +excerise was a kid's dream. She settled down in a crew longue and +picked up a copy of Nancy Drew and the Cumbling Wall. When Security +Cadets Tanner, Gladstone, and Henderson stopped by looking for the +security breach she was deeply into the book and it took awhile for +them to get her attention + "Did you see any one go by in the last 5 minutes?" Cadet +Gladstone asked. + "A red-haired woman in a lab coat pasted by hear a minute ago," +Marrissa replied. "She went toward Engineering. If you hurry you might +catch her." + The three bolted to the door. Marrissa meanwhile visited a +near-by transporter room to insert some curcuits. Half-way to +Engineering, Cadet Gladstone decided that he better report in," +Gladstone +to Bridge." Gladstone was enveloped by a transporter beam and +disappeared. + Cadet Tanner decided she better report this problem to the +bridge and she suffer the same fate. + Meanwhile Cadet Gladstone had appeared in the brig. However +he was missing some items, namely a uniform and a communacator. Moments +later Cadet Tanner joined him. + Of Coarse Cadet Henderson was not as stupid and took a turbolift +to the bridge. Via Sickbay, Engineeering, the Computer core, and the +botanical gardens. + Cadet Henderson arrived on the bridge. Cadet Lochard had been +left in command earlier. Henderson addressed Cadet Lochard," Sir, +Cadets Tanner and Gladstone disappeared in a transporter beam when +they tried to report in." + "Computer location of Cadets Tanner and Gladstone?" Ross +inquired. + "Cadets Tanner and Gladston are on the Bridge," the Computer +replied as the uniforms and communicators of the said cadet appearred +in front of Ross Lochard's feet. Shortly after the Uniforms appeared +Ross got up to examine them. He was rewarded by two liters of a clear +red liquid dropping on his head. + Just then Captain Picard walked in. "Captain premission to take +the transporters off line," Ross asked. + "Premission Granted," Captain Picard said. Then looking at +Lochard's soaked uniform and wet hair he said, "you may also have a +break to clean that strawberry juice from your hair and uniform." + Tasting the liquid for the first time Ross asked," How did you +know it was strawberry juice?" + "Lucky guess," Captain Picard said. To Cadet Henderson who +releaved Lochard at tactical he ordered," Send someone to release the +Cadets from the Brig." + + Five minutes later Cadet Lochard was returning from cleaning up. +On the way back in the turbolift stopped to pick up another passenger. +A blond haired 12 year old girl entered the turbolift and said, +"Bridge." + "Children are not allowed on the bridge," Ross said. + "I happen to be an exception," the girl replied. + "Their are NONE." + "What was your grade in REG 220?" + "C- but ... + "Then I don't think you are the one to tell ME what to do, +Cadet Lochard." + Lochard was about continue when they arrived on the Bridge. The +Girl walked out boldly to the Captain. Lockhard had barely exited the +turbolift when she spoke to the Captain, "Cadet Lochard seems to need +to know regulations 23-4 and 214-2." + The Cadet at the helm tried to hold in a giggle. "Cadet +Szustakowski, would you care to inform Cadet Lochard of those +regulations," Captain Picard ordered. "Please list those personal +aboard the Maine who wrote it." + "Regulation 23 section 4," Cadet Szustakowski said, "Commanding +Officers of other Starships have the right to be on the bridge of the +ship they are traveling during normal conditions. Regulation 214 +section +2, The Captain of a Kids crew will have all the rights and privledges +of a Commanding Officer visisting a starship." + "Marrissa is Captain of my Kid's crew," Captain Picard said. +"Now Marrissa is the Space Cadet Helm simulation set up?" + "Yes, Captain," Marrissa said. "However Cadet Sowers will be +unable to particapate." + "You will take her place," Captain Picard said. + +The Neutral Zone +StarDate 47603 +USS Phoenix + + "Request for assistance from the USS Chicago," Lieutenant +Johnson +said from tactical. "They are under attack by five Romulan Warbirds." + "Acknowedge the signal, Go to RED ALERT," Captain George Grant +said. "Lay in a coarse for the Chicago, Maximum Warp." + "Starfleet Regulation 213 prohibits travel over warp 5," the +Computer said. + "Override under section 4 of Regulation 213," Captain Grant +said. "Athorization Grant Alpha One Zero Three." + "Does the first Officer concure?" + "Yes authorization Chase Beta Two Four Gamma." + "Captain the Pittsburgh is reponding as well," Johnson said. + "Nearing Battle coordinates," The helmsman said. + "Take us out of warp," Grant replied. + The Chicago exploded in a brillant white flash, but the +Pheonix's crew had no time to mourn. They were to busy triying to +prevent that from happening to them. Meanwhile the Pittsburgh +arrived, phasers firing. However, The Romulans were ready and the +Pittsburgh flashed out of exsistance as 25 torpedoes impacted it. + "Captain the Philladephia and the Brittain are on their way," +an ensign informed the Captain. + 'We are going to need them,' Grant thought. +^L + Chapter Three + ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +The Neutral Zone +USS Pheonix + + The Pheonix continued to pound the Romulans. A few minutes +earlier the Philladelphia and the Brittain had arrived. The Romulans +consintraited on the weakest of the three, the Britain. + "Captain the Brittain is lossing life support," Johnson said. + "Are their shields up?" Grant said. + "Port side only." + "Bring us up on the starbroard side and prepare to beam the +crew off." + "Captain the Warbirds have taken off," Johnson said as the +transports began. + "@#$%&***@" Grant responded. + +Captain's Log STARDATE 47605.3 +StarFleet Cadet Training Vessel USS Maine +Captain Jean-Luc Picard recording + + We have just commpleted the Space Cadet Helm Training Exercise. +The thrid place Cadet was Katherine Szustakowski. Westly Crusher was +second. And much to my and the rest of the Cadets Marrissa was First +Place. The Cadets are asking for a rematch. + + "Incoming message from Starfleet Command, Department of +Operations," Cadet Ross Lochard said." + "On Screen," Captain Picard said. Admiral Theresa McGuire +appeared on the viewscreen. Admiral McGuire believed in close ups so +only her face was seen. + "Captain Picard," the Chief of Starfleet Operations began, "four +hours ago five Romulan warbirds crossed the Neutral Zone. They +destroyed the Chicago and Pittsburgh and disabled the Brittain, before +disappearing. Since we beleive that they are somewhere in federation +space, I am ordering you to Vulcan to protect it. You will be in +command of all the forces their. The Excaliber-G under Shelby will +arrive in 20 hours. The Ambassidor class starships Oregan, Washington, +and California will arrive with skeliton crews in 42 hours. Admiral +McGuire out." + "If we are going to be in a potental battle zone it would be +advisable to have a set command chain," Captain Picard said. "So +Marrissa." + "Yes Dad," Marrissa replied. + "As of this Stardate you are first officer of the Maine," Picard +continued. "Ensign Crusher to the bridge." + "Captain before you appoint any more people may I ask some +questions of Cadet Lochard?" Marrissa requested. + "Certainly, Number One." + "Cadet, who do you think was the person behind the security +drill two days ago?" Marrissa Picard asked. + "You were," Ross replied. Looks of astonishment appeared around +the room. + "How did you decide that," Marrissa asked. + "It had to be someone Captain Picard knew," Ross said. "Because +Captain Picard would assign someone who he knew about. That makes the +suspects, in order of probablity, Dr Crusher, Westly Crusher, Marrissa +Picard, and Kather Szustakowski. Dr Crusher had an albi. You IDed the +liquid as Strawberry juice. You wouldn't know if Katherine liked +strawberry juice. Westly likes Cherry juice better. That leaves You." + "I recommend Ross for security Cheif," Marrissa said. + "Agreed," Picard said + Westly Crusher entered the bridge. "Reporting as ordered sir." + "Ensign Crusher, You are hearby appointed second offficer and +chief enginer of the Maine," Captain Picard said. "Marrissa update him." + +Sela's Warbird + "Report," The nanny said. + "We are on coarse to Vulcan as planned," Sela said. "We have +recieved an encrypted message from Admiral McGuire for you." + "Thank you." +^L + Chapter Four + ~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +USS Maine, Starfleet Cadet Training ship +1600 hours, Beta shift, +Marrissa Picard, first officer in command + + "5 subspace anomalies travel Warp 7 toward Vulcan detected," +Cadet Henderson said. + "ETA to Vulcan?" Marrissa asked. + "5 minutes," was the reply. + "Helm go to Warp 9.2," First Officer Marrissa Picard said. +"Go to Red Alert. Captain Picard to the Bridge. Katherine Szustakowski +to the Bridge." + "Nearing Vulcan now," Cadet Diral said from the helm. + "Take us out of Warp, Raise shields and rotate to face the +incoming warbirds," Marrissa said. "Ready phasers and photon +torpedoes." + Captain Jean-Luc Picard arrived on the bridge. "Status, Number +One," he asked. + "Five Subspace anomolies traveling Warp 7 on a direct coarse for +Vulcan have been spotted," Marrissa said. "ETA two minutes, sheilds +have been raised and all weapons are prepared." + Five Romulan Warbirds decloaked in front of the Maine. "Open +hailing frequencies," Captain Picard said. + Admiral Saavik appeared on screen. "Greetings Captain," she +said. Looking puzzled she continued, "Captain Picard I thought you +where on the Enterprise." A baby cried and Admiral Saavik picked it +up. + "I thought you were at Starfleet Command," Picard said. "What +are you doing on a Romulan Warbird in its Nursery." + "First This vessel and 2 others in this fleet are no longer +property of the Romulan Goverment," Saavik responded. "Second, my +reason for my present location is to deliver some Romulans seeking +freedom from political opression. Unfortately We We unable to rid +ourselves of two escorts. I request that you shot the three center +warbirds in the coordinates I sending, so we may appear disabled, and +then pursue till distruction the flanking Warbirds." + "Have the coordinates been recieved?" Picard asked. A Cadet +answered yes and Picard continued," I will inform Star Fleet Command +of the situation meanwhile I will proceed with your request. Picard +out. Send a Copy to this transmission to Starfleet Command. Marrissa +if you please." + "Helm coarse 0 mark 25 full impulse engage on my mark," Marrissa +said. "Tactical fire phasers on the coordinates We recieved from +Saavik. Helm engage." + The Maine shot toward the Romulan wedge of warbirds, firing +phasers. Disabling the middle three in quick succession with short +blasts to certain spots on the wardbirds. The Warbirds dimmed but the +outside warbirds turned and began tailing the Maine. + "Prority One, message for Captain's Eyes only coming in." Cadet +Henderson announced. + "Can it be delayed," the Captain asked. + "No sir" + "I'll take it in the Ready Room," Picard said. "Number One you +have the bridge, try to keep it cleaner that your room." + "Aye sir," Marrissa said settling in to the big chair. "Marrissa +to Westly Crusher." + "Crusher here." + "Wes can you give me a 10 percent power drop for 30 seconds on +my mark?" Marrissa asked. + "I can do it on 5 seconds notice," Westly Crusher said from +Engineering. + "Be ready," Marrissa said turning to Cadet Szustakowski she said +"Kathy take the helm and begin that edvasive pattern that all most +fooled me. Diral take science One and see if you can get me 12 +tropedoes programmed to go though the Romulan sheilds." + When Katherine had seated he self Marrissa ordered, "Kathy +change coarse 108 mark 270 engage. Wes power drop NOW." + As Marrissa got the word 'NOW' Out of her mouth a Romulan +disrupter made a glancing blow on the Maine's sheilds. But it took 5 +seconds for the Romulans to Resume tailing. + "Your power drop ends in 3 .. 2 .. 1," Westly Crusher said from +Engineering. + The Maine sped up and the Romulans did as well (after a 4 second +delay. "Diral are those tropedoes ready?" Marrissa asked. + "Finished .. Now," Diral replied. + "Set locks ahead and up 5 degrees," Marrissa said. "Viping on +my mark Kathy." The Warbirds closed and began battering the aft +shields. "NOW." + The Maine went to full stop and the Romulans shot over it +coming to full stop as well, right in the Maines firing locks. "Fire +all weapons Mr. Henderson." Marrissa ordered, "Kathy close in on them." + The Warbirds began to run as tropedoes hit them though their +shields. They ran out of the Vulcan system, It was now time for them +to be chased. But the Romulans chould have still turned back the tide +of the battle if they tried. But as they neared the eadge of the system +that became a vain hope for blocking their path was ... + + The Excalibur + +^L + Chapter Five + ~~~~~~~~~~~~ + Spying the Excaliber in their path the Warbirds split up. The +Maine took the one that went right the Excaliber the left. + The Excaliber chased its warbird intill the warbird cloaked. The +Maine however was more sucessful. The torpedoes Diral had perpared +passed though the warbirds shields and slamed into the warp engines +creating a massive explosion the Maine passed though the remains of the +warbird and met the Excaliber on the other side. + + Captain Jean-Luc Picard returned to the bridge after his talk +with Admiral McGuire via codeded channels. "Status Number One," He +asked. + "One Romulan Warbird destroyed by us," Marrissa said. "The +Other has cloaked in the area. All systems normal. The Excaliber has +arrived." + "Hail the Excaliber," Picard ordered turning toward the veiw +screen. + Captain Shelby appeared on screen. "Captain Shelby of the +USS Excaliber NCC-1703-G reporting as ordered," she said. + "Captain Shelby you ar going to 'love' our latest orders," +Picard said. + "How so?" + "Those three other warbirds in the system are defectors," +Picard said. "We are to depost all but 6 members of their crews on +Vulcan and transport them to Earth ASAP." + "I hope you have at least one C.O. to send," Shebly said. +"I've only got Commander Adin and Lt.Commander Yarr and bunch of +ensigns on my ship." + "Personal is a problem," Picard responded. "I'm the only +one here, the Washington, Oregan, and California are skeliton crews with +Lt.s in command, no help there." + "Is that Marrissa Flores behind you?" Captain Shelby asked. + "It is but she is now my adopted daugther," Picard replied + "Put her in command of the Maine," Shebly suggested. "She may +not have rank but she has more exprience than anyone we are going to +find." + "Point taken," Picard said. "Prepare boarding parties I'll send +75 cadet to each ship, you supply the rest. Myself, Adin, and Yarr will +command their crews. Maine out. Hail the Romulans." + "Captain Sela here," Sela said. "Ready to recieve broarding +parties and beam personal down to deffector processing center on +Vulcan." + "Have you been listening in?" Picard asked. + "No but Admiral Saavik has been most informtive," Sela +responded. "You will notice I am in the process of replacing the +Warbird symbol on all my warbirds with and old symbol from a auto +company known as Pontiac to avoid confusion so beam over when the +symbol in finished in 5 minutes. I assum as owner I may come with +my ships to Earth." + "You and 5 others," Picard said. + "See you in 5. Sela out." + + "Now down to business," Captain Picard said. "Computer note in +Log. Per StarFleet orders Stardate 47608 I am now in command of a fleet +consisting of the Maine, Excaliber and three Romulan warbirds. As such +I am reassigning Command of the USS Maine to Marriss Picard athorization +Picard Omega nine oh one two." + "Maine now under the command of Marrissa Picard." + "Captain who are you taking to the Romulan ship from the Command +crew?" Marrissa asked + "Cadet Westly Crusher." + "Computer first officer is now Cadet Ross Lochard," Marrissa +said. "Second officer Cadet Katherine Szustakowski. authorization +Marrissa Beatpveen one eight one two." + "First Officer now Cadet Ross Lochard, Second Officer now Cadet +Katherine Szustakowski." + + + + Chapter Six + ~~~~~~~~~~~ + +Cloaked Romulan Warbird Bloodfire +Captain Sardak Commanding +Captain's Log + The Federation ships Maine and Excaliber have apparently +destroyed the Deathwing and captured the Adventure, The Starburst and +the Exploration. However they are so short of Commanding officers that +the put a 12 year old GIRL in comand of the Maine. + The Maine, Excaliber ant the three captured Romulan Warbirds +have toward Earth. Vulcan is guarded by 3 Ambassitor Class starships so +we are following the Earth bound fleet. I have choosen to follow 20 +meters off the portside of the Maine and slightly above. + + Outside the Romulan vessel, the Earth bound fleet can be seen +clearly. The Maine is the nearest vessel. Next comes the three Romulan +vessels. And finally the Excaliber can be seen on the farside. + +USS Maine + + "1200 hours Alpha shift is releaved," Marrissa said. "Mr. +Lochard, in my ready room." Various staff enter and exit and Marrissa +Picard and Ross Lochard enter the Ready Room. + "Mister Lochard what is this I hear about Cadet Tanner's +transfer to the Adventure," Marrissa said as she sat behind the desk. + "Cadet Tanner wwas still complaining about the present command +structure despite several extra shifts," Ross said. "I beleived she was +deturmental to moral. So I sent her to serve under Commander Adin." + "Your actions were correct but you should have consulted me," +Marrissa said. "I as commanding officer I must approve all transfers +remember that in the future. Please make sure my record is available to +all personal in order to end such decussion." + Ross returned to the bridge. "Their is a sensor anomoly off the +portside," Kevin Henderson said. + "On screen," Ross said. On screen stars streamed by arcing +around as certain spot. "Inform the Starburst, Captain to the Bridge." +Marrissa entered the bridge. "I think we have found the missing +Warbird, Captain." + "Ready one torpedeo set to detonate on impact," Marrissa said. +"10 percent power." + "Message from the Starburst," A Cadet said, "If the Anomoly is +the Romulan warbird. You are to destroy it completely." + "Fire torpedo." + A Torpedo arched out of the Maine. It impacted the Anomoly and +reveled the Warbird. "Red Alert, All hands to battle stations," +Marrissa ordered. + The Bloodfire having decided that hiding would be useless from +this point forward, fired torpedoes toward the Excaliber. The Maine was +ingored because Captain Sardak beleived the Maine under 12 year-old +Marrissa was not a treat. He was wrong. + "Kathy get on their tail," Marrissa said. "Tactical fire +phasers and photon torpedoes." + "Nearing Terran System," Katherine Szustakoski said. + "The Warbird is dropping out of Warp," Cadet Henderson said from +tactical. + "Following suit," Katherine said from the helm. + The Bloodfire emerged from warp just short of Neptune. The +Maine emerged in standard orbit of it. The Maine came about charging +the Bloodfire. The Blood fire ingored it again going after the +Exacaliber which had just arrived. The Maine once agian fired on the +Bloodfire knocking out its shields. No longer able to ingore the Maine +The Bloodfire fired torpedoes at the Maine. + "Fire phasers at incoming torpedoes," Marrissa ordered. "Target +torpedoes at the Warp Engines." + The Maine's phasers detonated the Romulan Torpedoes just short +of the Maine. Meanwhile the Maine's torpedoes impacted the Romulan Warp +engines. The Warbird exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. + "Captain," Ross said. + "Yes, Number One," Marrissa replied. + "Remind me to never underestimate a Picard," Ross continued. +^L + Epilogue + ~~~~~~~~ +Captain's Log STARDATE 47613.8 +USS Maine +Marrissa Picard Recording + We have entered earth orbit and most of the crew has beamed back +to the Academy. Tommarrow my Father and I will be returning to the +Enterprise. However before we leave we are to attend a press confernce +at Starfleet Headquarters with Admiral McGuire. + + Marrissa Picard, Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Captain Shelby and +Cadets Lochard, Shebly and Crusher, entered the crowded Press Confernce +Room. Admiral McGuire, the new Starfleet Publicity Chief, was waiting +as were several dozen members of the press. Around the room questions +were being thrown around, like: How does a 12 year old get command of a +starship? How did a Romulan Warbird get so deep into federation space? +and How is Starfleet going to reward young Miss Picard? + "Gentlemen and Ladies of the Press," Admiral McGuire began, "May +I have your attention please. I will begin with an anouncement and then +Myself and the other people you see here will answer you questions." + The Room quieted down as the Admiral began, "As you know 8 days +ago on Stardate 47605, 5 Romulan warbirds breached the Neutral Zone, +destroying the Chicago, the Pittsburgh, and disabling the Brittain. +The ships then proceed to Vulcan. Once there three ships defected. The +Remaining to two attacked the USS Maine NCC-17715. One of them was +destroyed. The other one eluded us intil yesterday when the Maine +decovered and destroyed it near Neptune. Captain Jean-Luc Picard was +in command of the Maine when the first one was destroyed, Marrissa +Picard the second. However both kills are credited to Marrissa Picard. + "The second item on my agenda is the rewards for those on the +Maine who served with destinction and great bravrey. As you know the +Maine is one of four Cadet training ships in Starfleet and the largest +of those. As such it is crewed by Cadets and a small evaulation group. +As such it is hard to find a reward for those who served so bravely. +However, it has been decided that apon graduation those who were so +noted will serve aboard the ferderation flagship USS Enterprise +NCC-1701-D or her successor. These cadets are Westly Crusher, Ross +Lochard, Katherine Szustakowski, Kevin Henderson, and Diral Bariel. + "Starfleet also wishes to reward Marrissa Picard for her actions +in this battle and at Bajor. It has been decided by the order of the +President of the United Federation of Planets, with the Consent of the +Commanding Admiral of Starfleet to grant Marrissa Amber Picard the rank +of Ensign in Starfleet. Furthermore, Starfleet Academy has decided to +give her 15 hours of credit in various coarses including Tactics 210 +which she cause us to revise fully. + "In addition to these announcements, Captain Picard has an +additional one, Captain" + Admiral McGuire yeilded the microphone to Captain Picard. +Admiral McGuire sat down beside Marrissa who had been forced to take a +seat after the last announcement. + "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Press," Captain Picard began, "It +is my pleasure to annouce today that Starfleet Academy is assigning one +hundred Cadets to the Enterprise as an additional campus to releave over +crowding at Starfleet Academy Sanfransico. The Cadets will not change +the Enterprises Mission. Instead they will serve to further deversify +the crew of the Enterprise. My Command crew will serve as staff and +advisiors for the Cadets semester stay. Admiral?" + "We will now take questions," McGuire said. Hands shot up. +"We will begin with Sir Anthony Eden of the BBC." + "Admiral Mc Guire, How did the Romulans get though the border +patrol?" + "The Romulan incursion was a result of the delayed arrival of +the USS Virginia," Admiral Mc Guire said. "Its absence allowed a +weakness to develop. The Romulans used this weakness and broke though. +The Virginia as you know was solving the envoriomental crisis on the +Planet Normandy. Now Brian Rather of World WIde Broadcasting." + "Admiral Mc Guire or Captain Picard, How does a 12 year old get +command of a starship?" + Captain Picard looked to Admiral McGuire who nodded. "As always +Rather either you or Brokaw gets down to the toughest question," Captain +Picard said. "Marrissa was orignally put in command of the Enterprise +saucer section, as you know on Stardate 47570 due to her Kobayshi Maru +time of 20+ minutes. This decision was based on the fact we needed a +crew to take the sacuer section away from the area. The saucer ran into +Gul Ducat's ship on its way to Deep Space Nine and disabled it with out +recieving injury. As we arrived at DS9 to pick up the saucer the War +was declared and a dozen warships from Cardassia were spotted. There +was not enough time to releave her so I assigned her to evacuate Deep +Space Nine's civilian population. Halfway to Bajor Gul Ducat's newly +repaired ship caught up to her and attacked. Marrissa defeated him +agian. When we acquired the three warbirds were needed a Commanding +Officer. There were just four officers for 5 ships, myself, Captain +Shelby, Commander Adin, and Luientant Commander Yarr. As such I looked +for people with some command exprience, Marrissa had the most of the +people available so she got command of the Maine." + And so the press confernce continued. + + Captain Picard and Marrissa weering her new uniform with it's +shiney new rank pin, boarded the runabout Rio Grande to return to Deep +Space Nine and the Enterprise. They were greeted by Major Kira. +"Welcome aboard Captain." + "If you are here who's in command of Deep Space Nine?" Marrissa +Out of buffer space + "I had the same question when the Rio Grande arrived," Commander +Sisko said, joining them. "Apparrently Mr. Data volunteered." + "Who is the first Officer he will lector this time?" Captain +Picard asked. + "Constuble Odo," Sisko said. "I didn't think Data had emotions, +let alone a temper." + "He doesn't," Picard replied, "but he has lectured every first +officer he has had." + Over the intercom Miles O'Brien announced, "Everyone better get +seated, we take off in one minute." In a nervous voice he continued, +"Keiko's driving." + + -=-=-=Coming this Fall=-=-=- + Who Q? Where Q? (tenitive title) + + "I'm here to give your crew a more challenging week," Q said. + "I've alraeady got a challenging week ahead," The Captain said +"The Naklab system will be more than enough to occup my attention." + "Oh yes the Naklab system," Q remarked. "I'm sure I can give you +a more interesting time." + "The Bres, Troac, and Sobians will only negoate with Captain +Picard of the Enterprise as medaitor," the Captain said. + "Not quite." + "Captain Picard Reminder," The Computer interupted, "TAC 360 +final exam in five minute on holodeck one." + "You won't be there," Q said. "In fact no adult will." + + Ensign Marrissa Picard was waiting outside Holodeck One. The 13 +year old waited 10 minutes past the appointed time. nervously tapping +her foot. and then asked the Computer, "Computer locate Captain Jean-Luc +Picard." + "Captain Jean-Luc Picard is not aboard the Enterprise." + "Ensign Picard to Commander Riker." + "Commander Riker is not on board the Enterprise." + "Computer who is presently in command of the the Enterprise." + "The Senior officer aboard, Ensign Marrissa Amber Picard." + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cardassi b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cardassi new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f7fc0436 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cardassi @@ -0,0 +1,822 @@ +Path: maverick.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!linac!att!att!cbnewsl!rlt +From: rlt@cbnewsl.att.com (r.l.taylor) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Cardassian Confrontation +Summary: Here it is! Parts 1-7 +Message-ID: <1991May15.114244.29616@cbnewsl.att.com> +Date: 15 May 91 11:42:44 GMT +Followup-To: rec.arts.startrek +Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories +Lines: 809 + +In response to numerous requests for the Cardassian Confrontation, I +asked the original poster to send it to me so I could post it here. +(His site doesn't receive alt.startrek.creative.) Please refer any +questions, comments, etc. to the address in the .sig. Enjoy! + + +The Cardassian Confrontation + + +Part One +By Dave Learn + + She hung in space like a sleeping eagle. Proud, ready, +prepared for action. A thousand thousand braces reached out +to hold her frame in dry dock while lights danced up and +down her exterior. Newly commissioned, the ship was fitted +and ready for her crew. In five days, the USS James_Kirk +would launch into unknown space to join her sister ship, the +Enterprise, in exploration. Since the Borg massacre at Wolf +359, Star Fleet had been desperately short on its fleet. +The James_Kirk, as a new galaxy class starship, would help +to fill this need. + As the days rolled past on the planet below, the ship +slowly came to life. Commander Logan, chief engineer of the +James_Kirk poured over every circuit, every panel in the +ship to ensure its function and efficiency. Only after he +ran diagnostics on all the equipment would he be prepared to +issue his approval for flight. + Other personnel boarded, preparing their personal +quarters. Captain T'Starnik watched with Vulcan +anticipation as the crew members loaded their belongings and +civilian families on board. Soon, she knew, it would be +time to leave, to encounter the unknown. And, she secretly +hoped, to acquire a reputation for the ship apart from its +legendary name. + At last preparation concluded; all her crew were +aboard. She summoned her senior staff to the ready room. +These people would depend on one another for their very +lives over the next years; it was important they know about +one another. + "Greetings," she said to her crew leaders. "My name is +T'Starnik. I have met with each of you, but I felt it best +to present you with the opportunity to meet one another. I +advise you to do the same with your own departments--it is +essential to know our shipmates as well as possible. Go +around the table and introduce yourselves. You can begin, +Number One." + T'Starnik's first officer spoke up, "I'm Commander +Shelby; I'm the first officer. My specialty is with the +borg. I assisted the Enterprise in the recent clash with +the borg in Federation space." + "I'm Commander Logan, second officer. I'm the chief of +engineering. I served on the Enterprise after Commander +Argyl, just after it was commissioned." + "Ensign Tsu, navigator." + The huge black man spoke. "Lieutenant Commander +Gilbert. Tactical / communications." + A Deltan male spoke. "I'm Counselor Thyona Zamber. No +rank." + The last crew member to speak was something resembling +a dog, except that it walked on its hind legs and had +fingers on its front paws. Man's best friend, Gilbert mused +to himself. "I'm Lieutenant Fover, con / ops." + A tall, erect figure strode in, hands clasped behind +his back. "Greetings, I am Admiral Spock. Captain, have you +briefed your crew on their mission yet?" + "No admiral, I have not," T'Starnik replied solemnly. + "Very well." The grey-haired Spock turned to the +officers. "The Cardassians have assembled a small war +fleet, despite the efforts of Captain Picard to prevent such +an occurrence, and have attacked a Federation outpost along +the Federation / Cardassian boundary. A number of ships +have been deployed along the boundary to prevent further +such incursions. As yet, there are no galaxy class +starships with them. This ship is to proceed at maximum +warp to the border and take command of the Federation task +force. You must convince them to settle on peace." + "What's your purpose in being here, sir?" Fover asked. + "My father, the Ambassador Sarek, was the one to +negotiate peace with the Cardassians. We believe that I may +be successful is restoring the old treaty because of my +relationship to the Ambassador." + T'Starnik looked at her crew. "Prepare to leave in +five minutes." + +Part Two +By Stephen Luminati + + The behemoth slept inside its metallic cocoon, orbiting +the blue pebble called Earth. The new Galaxy Class was the +strangest to the eye yet. It looked incredibly top-heavy, +had an egg roll for a main deflector, and squat nacelles +almost folded underneath the saucer section. Still, it was +the Federation's newest class of starships... and so far... +the best. + Inside, the anti-matter powered generators hummed to +life. Running lights popped up all over the new starship, +and its nacelles illuminated from their dark dormant state +to a vibrant blue. Following the commands of the tiny life +forms within it, the James_Kirk (oh PLEASE can we change +that name!) began moving under her own power. The saucer +section was the first to leave the protective shell of the +space dock, and the first to receive Sol's brilliant light. +The yellow star's rays bounced off the gleaming hull in a +thousand directions, as spring water jumps off a rock. + In moments, she had cleared her womb, and the +Federation's newest baby was flying on its own. With no +time for a shakedown run, she immediately moved to full +impulse to leave the Sol system as quickly as possible. + T'Starnik was in the 'hot seat' as it was called, +feeling the comfortable throb of the warp engines building +underneath her. + Some thirty decks down, Logan glanced over his readouts +and then gave the mighty intermixers a final look over. +"Bridge. Warp Power at your discretion." + T'Starnik, being a Vulcan, felt no pride in the +starship's abilities, but nevertheless was impressed. "Set +course for the Cardassian Border of dispute. Warp 8." + Ensign Tsu's fingers danced over the console, and his +four years of training responded immediately, "Course laid +in." + T'Starnik settled into her chair, "Engage." + A flashing green button was touched by Tsu's fingertip, +and the starship leaped forward as it created its own +warpspace. +---MSG FROM: CARDASSIAN SECTOR COMMAND, STARSHIP DOMIN +ENCRIPT: D7-JA-91-23-CRC +SECUR:High XMIT:26.12.2309 + TO: CARDASSIAN TASK FORCE 12, BATTLE CRUISER BOARSK +COMMANDING +Federation Galaxy Class starship enroute. +Must maintain superiority of sector until main fleet +arrives. +Engage sensor interference fields. +Destruction of new Galaxy Class TOP PRIORITY. +Repeat: Do not allow Galaxy Class to near Cardassian border. +---END MSG #71920472-1293, RCD by BOARSK CONF CRC CHECK/ +JA/12/22 + Along the Cardassian Border, a dozen scout ships formed +a near sphere, with the Battle Cruiser Boarsk in the direct +center. The scout ships began charging their hulls with +enormous amounts of high powered plasma-energy, creating +enough nova-wash and magnetic displacement to confuse even +the best Federation technology had to offer. + And in the direct center of the sphere, in the highest +vortex of sensor-confusing magnetic energy, the Boarsk +loaded and armed its new forward torpedo launchers. + She broke out of warpspace deliberately, confidently, +and majestically. A bright flash of light, a distortion in +gravity readings, and the newest Galaxy Class had arrived +close to the Cardassian border. + "Sensors now reading a dozen Cardassian scouts +Captain," Gilbert reported from his standing position behind +the captain. + T'Starnik raised an eyebrow at this. She expected +heavier resistance than this. She glanced over at Admiral +Spock, but he was silently observing the main view screen. + "Tactical," T'Starnik ordered, and the main viewer +showed a pseudo-3d view of the Cardassian formation. + "I read no weapons or shields on any of the Cardassian +scouts, but I can not ascertain any further information due +to high energy nova-energy and magnetic emissions." Gilbert +reported, his dark hands dancing over the black tiled +controls. + "We were told to be prepared for their sensor-blocking +technology," Zamber added, "and as far as we can tell, it is +Cardassian custom to play their cards close to their chest, +as humans say." He smiled at getting the adage correct, to +spite the dire circumstances. + "Hail the Cardassi, and bring the ship to yellow +alert." T'Starnik ordered. Star Fleet regulations. Right +down the line. + Lt. Fover responded, "All decks report yellow alert." + "There is no response from the Cardassi," Gilbert +called. + The Galaxy Class ship edged forward, slowly closing the +gap between it and the Cardassi death trap. + Inside, the Federation ship was framed beautifully in +targeting acquisition sights. Six cross hairs lined up +where the initial six volleys would leap to: one to each +nacelle, one to engineering, one to the main deflector, and +one on each side of the saucer section, hopefully disabling +the sensors and bridge. Once crippled, the rest could be +done with the standard Cardassi technology. The torpedoes +were on loan from the Romulans, who took a keen interest in +disrupting Federation plans, but not too keen an interest as +to give the Cardassi an abundant supply of the deadly +weapons. + "Twenty thousand kilometers to formation," Fover +reported, "No response from the Cardassi." + Spock spoke once, his eyes lighting up with a +conclusion, then immediately darkening in accordance with +Vulcan tradition, "Captain have you ever heard of the +Kobayashi Maru?" + T'Starnik turned to face the Admiral. + In the deep coldness of space, the Boarsk's torpedo +tubes silently slid open, the red fires of hell burning +inside. + +Part Three +By Ed McDow + + "Captain! Sensors now indicate a Cardassi Battle +Cruiser in the center of the Cardassi formation!" snapped +Gilbert. + T'Starnik wheeled towards Ensign Tsu. "Raise shields! +Go to Priority One Red Al..." Her command was cut short as +the first of the Boarsks torpedoes slammed into the +starboard side of the James_Kirk (I think James_Kirk was +silly too.). T'Starnik lost her footing and slammed down +onto the floor of the bridge. She clamored back to her feet +as the red alert siren began to wail. + "Did we get those shields up in time?" T'Starnik +demanded of Tsu. Tsu, visibly shaken from the attack looked +at her blankly. + "Ensign, did we get our shields up in time?", she +repeated. Something snapped in Tsu. Him fingers rain across +the buttons on his board rapidly. "Major damage to deck +seven. Minor damage being reported on decks five and six," +he panted. + "Ready, phasers!" + "Aye, Captain." Tsu's thin fingers pressed the buttons +that would power up the James_Kirk's phasers. + "Captain," interrupted Shelby,"sensors indicate +Cardassi vessel preparing to fire again." + "Phasers ready," shouted Tsu. + Got to protect starboard, thought T'Starnik. "Ensign, +fire full phasers and take us hard to starboard, on my +command. + Tsu took a deep breath. "Aye, Captain." So this is what +it's all about, she thought. My first mission on this ship +and it's kill or be killed. + "Cardassi vessel is firing..... NOW!" barked Shelby. + "Engage, Mr Tsu," said Captain T'Starnik. + Tsu licked a bead of sweat from her upper lip and +fired. + The James_Kirk fired two bolts of phaser energy as the +photon torpedo from the Boarsk barreled down towards her. +Suddenly she turned hard to starboard and the torpedo +exploded harmlessly off of her port side shields. + "Sensors indicate minimal damage to shields, Captain," +said a very relieved Ensign Tsu. Tsu saw T'Starnik breathe +what could almost be construed as a sigh of relief. But +then, that would be impossible. + "Cardassi vessel has taken some damage Captain," said +Shelby. "However because of their cloaking methods I can't +tell how much." She looked up and smiled. "That was one hell +of a shot though. It must have done something. + The smile that Tsu could not control vanished as +T'Starnik said, "That assumption is not based on one shred +of fact, Number One. Blind assertions will not help us now. + "Mr. Gilbert, open hailing frequencies." + "Hailing frequencies open Captain." + T'Starnik sat down in her chair. "This is Captain +T'Starnik of the United Federation Starship James_Kirk. We +have only come in peace. I repeat we have only come in +peace. We fired when fired upon. We have no wish for this to +escalate into a full scale battle. We merely wish to settle +all disputes between our respective peoples. Please +respond." + T'Starnik leaned back in her seat. Zamber shifted +uncomfortably. "Captain, they attacked us without +provocation. I see no reason..." + "Mr. Zamber," she interrupted, "we are on a mission of +peace and we shall take whatever steps necessary to achieve +it." + "Even if we die in the process?" queried Zamber. + T'Starnik was about to reply when Gilbert interjected, +"Captain, the Cardassi are responding!" Zamber sat back +chagrined. + "On screen, Mr. Gilbert." + As the image on the screen became visible, Tsu stared +in wonder. She had never met a Cardassian but knew some of +their history. They had been very grotesque by humanoid +standards, so grotesque that the first Federation crew to +encounter them reportedly became incurably mad (a legend Tsu +found difficult to believe). The figure on the screen was of +average height and medium build. His skin was mottled, +reminding Tsu of a cantelope. + "I am Captain Vrym of the Boarsk," said the Cardassi +with a cold tight-lipped smile on his face. "Your vessel +appeared out of no-where with its shields raised. We had no +alternative but to fire." + "On the contrary, we did not raise our shields until we +detected that you had armed your torpedoes. Even then we +still received some damage." + Vrym leaned over and began conversing in hushed tones +with one of his crew. He faced the screen again. "There must +be some mistake." Again the smile. "We did not fire until we +detected your shields." + "This illogical argument is getting us no where," said +T'starnik. "We have come to discuss the terms for a new +treaty. This," she gestured towards the tall Vulcan, "is +Admiral Spock. He is the son of the man who negotiated our +original treaty. We hope that you will come aboard our +vessel in order to discuss the matter. + Again Vrym conferred with a crew member. He turned back +to the screen. "How do I know that you won't take this +opportunity to attack my ship or detain me?" + "Captain you have my word that your ship won't be fired +upon nor will you be detained while we are discussing +peace." + Vrym smiled. "Ah, the word of a Vulcan." He paused. "I +shall beam aboard your vessel with my first officer." + "Captain Vrym, how can we be assured that you won't +attack us?" demanded T'Starnik. + "Because Captain," said Vrym with a smile, "I give you +my word." The screen went blank. + "Opinions?" asked T'Starnik after a brief moment of +silence. + "I don't trust him Captain," said Zamber. We don't know +much about these `new' Cardassi, but they haven't yet given +us any reason to trust them. + "I'm inclined to agree Captain. I know Vulcans don't +understand human intuition but Vrym's smile... It was +downright creepy." said Commander Shelby with a shiver. + "But Captain..." Tsu started to say then looked around +self-consciously. + "Go on Ensign" said T'Starnik. + "Well, this is a peaceful mission right? So shouldn't +we give them the benefit of the doubt? If we greet them as +if we don't trust them... well... how will they be able to +trust US?" + No one spoke. The silence was interrupted by the intra- +ship speaker. "Engine to bridge. Engine to bridge." + T'Starnik slapped a button on the arm of her chair. +"Yes, Mr. Logan." + "The Cardassians are ready to beam aboard." + T'Starnik looked at Spock. "Well Admiral it appears +that our `Kobayashi Maru' is developing a new chapter. + "Mr Logan, beam them up whenever you are ready. +Commander Shelby and Mr. Zamber will accompany Admiral Spock +and myself to the transporter room. Mr. Gilbert, you have +the conn." + "Aye, Captain." Gilbert could not help but smile +proudly. + The three officers and the counsellor stepped into the +elevator. "I still don't like this," said Zamber right +before the door slid shut. + +Part Four +By Dave Learn + + "Commander Shelby to security," Shelby said as she +tapped her silver communicator pin. + "Lieutenant Block here, commander. How can I help +you?" the chief of security asked. + "I need a squad of security officers in transporter +room three, on the double. The captain wants a Cardassian +delegation to beam over, but Counsellor Zamber suspects foul +play, and I'm inclined to believe him. Call it a hunch," +she replied. + "We'll be there immediately. Block out." + + * * * * * + + The door to the transporter room opened to reveal a +squad of security officers standing ready with their +phasers. T'Starnik looked at them disapprovingly. "By +whose order are you here?" she asked. + "By mine, captain," Shelby volunteered. "I don't think +it's a wise idea to let the Cardassi on without being +prepared for hostilities. It's not safe. These people have +already destroyed a Federation outpost." As Shelby spoke, +her agitation continued to grow. It became very clear to +T'Starnik that her relationship with her first officer would +need some fine tuning. + "Why did you not inform me of this decision, +commander?" + "You never gave me a chance." + "This distrust is not logical. The Cardassian captain +gave us his word." + "The Cardassian rulers gave us their words that we had +peace! Look what their word means! They've destroyed a +Federation outpost, amassed a war fleet, they fired on the +James_Kirk without provocation . . . How much evidence do +you need?" + "Captain," Zamber interrupted before Shelby lost her +famous temper, "I think the commander's got a point. There +was an incident not long ago when the Enterprise discovered +the Cardassi were hatching a plot to invade the Federation. +We're seeing some of the fruit of that now. We can't just +let them on board a starship without being prepared." + T'Starnik looked at her two bridge crew members, a +stoic look set on her features, wondering that they would +react like this. Humans . . . they were so illogical. She +gazed at the security guards, armed with phasers who were +waiting patiently for an order to dismiss or ready +themselves for the Cardassian away team. She turned +momentarily to Spock. Logically, since he had more +experience with humans, he could offer her advice on how to +resolve this difficulty. He returned her gaze, but said +nothing. She turned to Logan, who glared at her, impatient +at the delay, resenting being called from engineering for +something as mundane as a transporter job. At last she +spoke. "Very well, but we must discuss this later, +commander. Beam them aboard, Commander Logan." + The transporter shimmered as four figures coalesced, +phasers drawn. "A trick!" Block realized and ordered his +three men to spread out. The Cardassians, looking for all +the galaxy like armored human grapefruit, solidified, and +fired. + + * * * * * + + Gilbert sat uneasily in the command chair. Proud that +he was entrusted with the command on only his first day +aboard, he remained nervous about the Cardassian ship which +hung nose to nose with the James_Kirk. He grinned as he +heard Lieutenant Fover growl uneasily; he wasn't the only +one uncomfortable with the other ship's brooding presence. + "Mister Fover, keep an eye on the Cardassian vessel. +Let me know the minute anything changes in her status." + "Aye sir," the canoid woofed. + "Commander," the lithe Tsu spoke up, her voice shaking. +"Sensors detect a small fleet of ships approaching at warp +four. They'll be here within six hours." + +Part Five +By Rob Kamm + + "Captain T'Starnik to sickbay. Transporter room three, +two security guards and three xenomorphs down. Send a +medical team immediately." + The captain made the report as in a daze. What had +gone wrong she wondered. Where had Spock gotten the phaser +from so fast and why had a Vulcan become so proficient with +the weapon. She stood staring at the Admiral. He on the +other hand was on his hands and knees next to one of the two +wounded security guards--the one that was missing her leg. + The USS _James_Kirk_'s sickbay burst into a sudden +flurry of action and excitement. A pair of doctors ran out +of the room grabbing medical kits as they left. In the +CMO's lab a furry head rose from under an electron +microscope's hood, shook slowly for an instant and was then +followed by the remainder of Commander M'Roounths body as +she hurled herself out of the lab, snatching a medkit as she +left. + The doors to sickbay had barely shut from the first two +doctors when they opened again for the growling Commander. +She just barely squeezed her body through the opening doors +in her hurry to get to a turbolift. Her speed was so great, +primarily because she had been running for years on the All- +S'Cleen track team. The three doctors clambered into the +turbolift, each trying to mentally prepare themselves for +what they were about to face. + "You twooo loook at the ssecuritee guardss, I willl +tend to thee xxenomorphsss." The Caitians growled to her +two underlings. + Then the door opened and they ran off to the +transporter room. + "Admiral, would you please explain to me why you carry +a type I phaser with you on a Federation starship?" Captain +T'Starnik asked as she began to recover from the shock of +witnessing the violence that had so suddenly burst out in +front of her. + Spock didn't look up from the wounded woman, it was all +that he could do to keep the stump of her leg from pouring +even more blood into the room's carpeting. Another security +guard had tried to help the other wounded man. +Unfortunately the damage of a near miss by a Cardassian +disrupter on his chest was too much. He died even as the +door to the transporter room opened to admit the doctors. + Spock stood up as a doctor relieved him and turned to +T'Starnik. + "Captain, one of the first things that you will learn +out here in space is that not carrying a weapon is +illogical. Total adherence to non-violence costs more lives +in the end. The trick, as humans put it, is to know when to +resort to violence but how to avoid it." + T'Starnik stared at the older Vulcan for a moment. She +then decided that she was better off meditating and getting +rid of the emotions welling up inside of her than remaining +with the perplexing situation. She left, calling over her +shoulder to Shelby, "You have command for a while Commander +Shelby." + Spock watched as the Captain left. Decided that she +needed some time and that he would speak with her later he +returned to watch the doctors at work. The two humans went +to the woman whose leg had been cut off when a lucky shot +blew up the main power cable to the transporter, the cover +panel was thrown off and severed her leg. The disembodied +limb lay on the far side of the chamber--too far burned to +be reattached. + The CMO, Spock noticed, had gone directly to the fallen +Cardassians to see to their injuries. As he had only used a +heavy stun setting they would be fine, a bit hung-over but +healthy, in a few hours. She saw this and signalled for +some of the security officers that they were theirs--to be +taken to the brig. She then got up and left the room. + In the corridor outside the doctor had started to walk +to the turbolift. Spock followed her out, paused for a +moment and then called to her. + "Are you going to prepare sickbay for the wounded, +Doctor?" + She paused for a second. M'Roounths had been planning +on going to a holodeck for a long run--and the chance to +think things out. The orderlies, nurses and other doctors +were already getting sickbay set. "NOOO!," she growled as +she started for the lift again. + "Doctor, is it not your job to do that?" Spock had +left the trans-porter room and was standing a few meters +from the door. He seemed to fill the corridor where he +stood. + "Mmy job, Admirall, wass to catalog wholle neeww +pllanets full of llife. Mmy job iss to mmaintainn the +healthhh of thhe commplimmennt annd crew of thisss sship. +Mmy job iss nnot too cleann up afffter thhe captainn +messsess up and killss memmberss of that creww." + "Perhaps you are right, Doctor. Perhaps your people +can keep that woman alive, and eventually she may even walk +on a prosthetic leg. But she will need to adjust to that +change. Just as you must make the adjustment from one type +of medical service to another. You must do as all beings +do--do your best according to your gifts." + The Vulcan then turned and reentered the transporter +room-battle zone, leaving the CMO to her own thoughts. She +hesitated in the hall for a moment, shook her furry head and +entered the turbolift. + "Ssickbay. Mmedicall Emmergenncee." + + +Part Six +By Dave Learn + +"Zamber, come with me to the bridge. I'm going to need your +guidance in dealing with the Cardassi," Shelby said as she +turned to leave the embattled transporter room. + +"Coming ma'am," the Deltan counselor spoke. The two of them +stepped out into the corridor and headed toward the +turbolift. He looked at the elderly admiral, who now +returned to the transporter room and then down the corridor +to the feline M'Roounths who meekly stepped into the +turbolift. What was that all about? The two had apparently +had some sort of confrontation. He knew of the Catian +dislike for violence of any sort. The chief medical officer +was probably annoyed with the captain for what she saw as +T'Starnik's failure. He made a mental note to meet with +M'Roouths later. + +The two of them stepped into a turbolift car. "State +destination, please," the computer prompted. Shelby looked +straight ahead as she replied, "Bridge." She turned to face +the counselor, "Zamber, your analysis of what just +happened." + +Zamber considered and thoughtfully rubbed his dark beard. +"The Cardassi are uncertain in how to deal with us. When +brute force failed to destroy the James_Kirk, they thought +they could overcome us through guile. Captain Vrym counted +on the captain's gullibility and hoped to eliminate the +upper part of the command chain. I doubt takeover was +intended--four Cardassi, even armed with phaser rifles, +can't hope to capture a galaxy class starship. All they +could do was eliminate the captain, yourself, and the other +personnel in the transporter room. Your requesting +security, and Admiral Spock's coming armed was unexpected +and gave us the advantage we needed. My recommendation is +that you take a strong stance with them. They'll respect +force, but you have to do what you threaten, or you'll lose +all credibility with them." + +"Thank you, Counselor," Shelby said as the lift came to a +stop and they entered the bridge. "I think that could prove +useful." She turned to face Gilbert, who rose to relinquish +the command chair. "Mister Gilbert, any changes?" + +"Yes, commander. Long range sensors detect a fleet of +Cardassi vessels approaching at warp speed. They'll be here +in four hours." He paused uncertainly. "How did the +reception go?" + +"It was an ambush. One security guard is dead, another +disabled. Every one else is fine. You said there's more +Cardassi coming?" Gilbert nodded. "Patch me through to +the Boarsk. I want to speak with Captain Vrym." + + * * * * + +Vrym sat in the center of the bridge, the command chair +elevated just above the rest of the bridge crew, enabling +him to see all that happened on his bridge. He drummed his +fingers nervously on the armrest. Had his ploy worked? He +had expected his squad to report back immediately once they +had executed the captain of the Federation vessel and any +other officers who received his "peace delegation." Their +silence indicated that they had failed and the aliens had +overcome his ruse. + +His communications officer spun in his chair. "Captain," he +said, "the James_Kirk is hailing us." + +"On screen." + +The screen changed to show the interior of the James_Kirk as +Commander Shelby spoke to his image on her own screen. +Captain T'Starnik was nowhere to be seen. Good. The +boarding party was not a complete failure. + +"Captain Vrym," she began hotly, "I *demand* to know why you +have betrayed our trust like this. The agreement was to +discuss peace." + +"We have had our discussion." + +"Your presence here is in violation of the +Federation-Cardassi Border Treaty, and your actions are +actions of war. Retreat or we will be forced to open fire +on your ship." + +Vrym shifted in his sit uncomfortably. This human would not +duped as easily as her late Vulcan captain had been. + +"Really. And what makes you hope that your starship will be +able to defeat a Cardassian Battle Cruiser?" He wondered at +his own words. What made him hope he could defeat a +Federation galaxy starship? He hadn't a chance. + +"I'm not hear to discuss weaponry. Withdraw or we will open +fire." + +Vrym turned to his communications officer. "Cut +communications." + + * * * * + +"Well?" Shelby asked. + +"The Boarsk is arming their torpedoes," Tsu responded +quickly. + +"Lieutenant Gilbert, lock phasers and prepare to fire," +Shelby said quickly. "Try to take out their engines. +Ensign Tsu, prepare for evasive." + +Like a steely sunrise, the James_Kirk rose above the Boarsk, +her deadly sunlight shooting out in a powerful burst of +phaser fire. The blast hit the Boarsk's shields, knocking +them down to what was unbearably low for Vrym's preference. + +No longer hanging nose to nose with the James_Kirk, the +Boarsk ducked, throwing itself forward. It spun itself +around, firing three Romulan torpedoes at the Federation +ship. + +Miss. + +Miss. + +HIT! The James_Kirk rocked slightly under the blow to +engineering, her crew moving rapidly to repair the moderate +damage. Commander Logan cursed the incompetency of the +bridge crew and swore to speak his mind to whoever in charge +once they got through this. + +The James_Kirk turned again, her impulse engines roaring +silently in the vacuum of space. She fired her phasers +again, scoring a final hit on the Boarsk's engines. The +Boarsk grew still and fired another volley of torpedoes. + +"Hang on!" Shelby shouted as the torpedo rushed toward the +saucer section. The deck vibrated, throwing crew to the +floor. "Gilbert!" she shouted. "I want their weapons out +of commission, do you hear me?" Gilbert nodded grimly and +aimed the weapons. + +Three photon torpedoes flew from their homes, nesting +themselves in the battlecruiser's hull. One of the +scoutships intercepted a torpedo and detonated brilliantly +in a flash of light. The Boarsk rocked violently at the +arrival of the torpedoes. + +Vrym locked across the ruins of his bridge. His own ship +was destroyed, but he knew the James_Kirk would not be far +behind. A fleet of Cardassian vessels was approaching, he +knew, and they would easily overpower the lone starship. + +The steady whistle of equipment drew his attention. Why did +it always seem that the last piece of equipment to fail was +the communications console? It was the James_Kirk, +signalling him. + +"Captain, shall I put them on screen?" asked Kerton, his +communications officer. Vrym nodded. Commander Shelby +appeared, as before. + +"Well, Captain Vrym," she asked, "shall we continue this or +would you like to surrender?" + +"Please, no. We yield," he said with a heavy air of +finality. + + * * * * + +"Mister Gilbert, prepare an away team to board the Cardassi +ship. You will help with the wounded and repair the ship to +escort them back to Cardassian territory. Admiral Spock +will accompany you to negotiate peace," Shelby said. + +Gilbert looked dumbfounded. "But why?" + +"There's an old proverb my mother taught me when I was +little. It says `When your enemy is hungry, feed him. When +he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, +you will pour burning coals on his head.' The best way to +make an ally is to help an enemy during her greatest need. +You have your orders." + + +Part Seven +by Dave Learn + +T'Starnik sought to empty her mind of the emotional storm which had +arisen in her. She sat crosslegged on the floor as she meditated, +assuming a position developed by both eastern mystics on Earth and by +the Vulcans. This similarity crossed her mind momentarily; she ignored +the distraction it presented her, preferring instead to meditate on the +difficult situation she found herself in. + +As she meditated, she remembered . . . + +The elderly Terran approached her with the discomfort common to humans +as they encountered Vulcans. Even the upper echelon of Star Fleet, she +realized, were not immune to this misconception of Vulcan mysticism. +She raised her right hand in the Vulcan salute, hoping to set the aged +admiral at ease. + +"Live long and prosper, Admiral Quinn," she intoned. + +"Uh, thank you, captain," he replied nervously. He fumbled for the +proper reply, raising his own hand but somehow managing to join his +middle two fingers together. "Peace and long life," he returned, eyeing +his miserable attempt at the Vulcan sign. Were she human, T'Starnik +might have smiled at his awkward salute, but she was not. And Vulcans +did not show amusement. + +She watched the admiral closely, waiting for him to state his business. +Apparently the admiral was a little unused to dealing with Vulcans, and +he continued on, obviously flustered. + +"T'Starnik, I assume you are aware of the current condition of Star +Fleet?" + +"Yes, admiral, I am." + +"Ever since the Borg Massacre at Wolf 359, the fleet has been a mess. +We lost forty starships there to one invader, and I don't need to go +into how many excellent men and women who died there. We have to +rebuild the fleet as soon as possible--before the Romulans or the Car- +dassians see a weakness in our defenses." + +"That is only logical, admiral. How does the Intrepid fit in with these +plans to rebuild?" + +"Captain," the admiral began, "we have a new galaxy class starship +almost completed. We offered commander to the Enterprise's William +Riker, but he turned it down for whatever reasons he has. The ship is +called the James_Kirk. If you want her, she's yours." + +A human or one of the other races of the Federation might have taken +offense at being the second choice. T'Starnik, a Vulcan, felt none. +"This offer is most illogical," she replied. "The Intrepid is a Vulcan +science vessel. It is more logical for me to continue to command it +than to command a ship staffed primarily by humans. I have never worked +with them." + +The admiral licked his lips nervously. He knew this would be the hard +part. "Captain," he said carefully, measuring his words, "we are aware +that you have little experience with humans, and that the James_Kirk +would be a difficult command for you. But you have an excellent service +record, and we need to have the best captains possible on the best ships +possible. In a year or two, maybe we can afford to have someone with +your talent on a ship like the Intrepid again. But right now, we just +can't squander that ability. We need a capable captain for the +James_Kirk, and we think you would be the best choice. + +"We realized that you would feel uncomfortable commanding a human crew, +so we've arranged for Commander Shelby to be your first officer. She's +aggressive, and she'll help to mediate between you and the crew with +whatever difficulties you might encounter. She can be the counter- +balance for your logic, much in the same way that Captain Kirk and +Commander Spock balanced one another seventy years ago." + +T'Starnik considered the offer and weighed the advantages and disadvan- +tages to the command. "Each must do his best, according to his gifts," +Surak wrote. Star Fleet needed her gifts on the James_Kirk. Very well. +she would serve where she was needed. She accepted the transfer, her +own first officer being promoted to captain of the Intrepid. + +She broke from her reverie, ending her silent meditation. Her logic had +been flawed, she realized now, and she should serve as captain of the +James_Kirk. While she was well suited to commanding a research vessel +such as the Intrepid, the James_Kirk was clearly not a vessel she could +command adequately. + +Her duty was clear. She left her room and headed to the bridge. She +would rely on Commander Shelby more heavily for now, particularly to +resolve the conflict with the Cardassi. She would notify Star Fleet of +her decision and continue to serve as captain until a replacement could +be found. + + //-n-\\ Don Quixote + _____---=======---_____ Klingons for Christ + ====____\ /.. ..\ /____==== + // ---\__O__/--- \\ dl20@lafayacs.bitnet + \_\ /_/ learnd@lafcol.uucp + _learnd@lafayett.bitnet +"Nobody knows the tribbles I've seen . . ." + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cause.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cause.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7338a9a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cause.rev @@ -0,0 +1,335 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains critical spoiler information for this +week's TNG episode, "Cause and Effect". Those not wishing to know the +details in advance are advised to remain clear. + +Good evening. Tonight on "It's the Mind", we examine the phenomenon of deja +vu; that strange feeling we sometimes get that we've lived through something +before; that what has just happened has already happened sometime before, +tonight, on "It's the Mind"... + +Good evening. Tonight on "It's the Mind", we... + +Wait. Hold it. Did that. + +Ohhhh boy. This is gonna be an intriguing one to summarize, I must say. +Damned good show, too. So, let's get underway... + +Disaster has struck. Casualties are mounting. The starboard nacelle has +taken a direct impact and is leaking drive plasma. Geordi attempts to shut +down the warp core as Riker orders the crew to the escape pods. The shutdown +is unsuccessful, and the ejection mechanism for the core is not off-line. +Picard gives his final orders. "All hands abandon ship! Repeat, ALL HANDS +ABAN--" And the Enterprise goes up in a fiery explosion. + +Stardate 45652.1. The Enterprise is entering and beginning to chart the +unexplored Typhon expanse. At a poker game that evening, Bev manages to call +Riker's bluff and win handily. When asked how she knew, she says it was just +a feeling. She's then called to sickbay to assist Geordi, who's been feeling +dizzy and disoriented. The symptoms are those of an ear infection, but +there's no apparent physical cause. She suggests it's overwork and +prescribes him something for the dizziness--and then suddenly has the feeling +that they've had that conversation before, despite Geordi's insistence that +he's never had those symptoms before. Later, when Bev goes to bed, she hears +incomprehensible voices just after turning off the light. She turns the +light on (breaking a glass on her nightstand in the process)--and then hears +nothing. + +The following morning, as strategies for charting the Expanse are discussed, +Bev reports the previous night's voices. Nothing anomalous appeared on the +sensors then, however, and Troi sensed nothing odd--but ten other people +reported the same voices. Picard makes a note to have the sensor logs checked +later--but then Worf calls, with news of something very close off the +starboard bow. It's a very localized distortion of the space/time continuum. +Picard orders Ro (at the helm) to slowly back off--but then thrusters suddenly +don't respond. The distortion fluctuates--and the Enterprise systems go down. +The distortion field builds up power--and another ship suddenly comes +barrelling through the rift, heading right for them. Thrusters don't respond, +shields are down, and hailing them brings no response. Riker suggests +depressurizing the main shuttle bay to move them out of the way, and Data +suggests using the tractor beam to push the other ship out of the way. +Picard orders the latter--and while the ship avoids a head-on collision, it +scrapes the Enterprise's starboard nacelle. + +Disaster has struck. Casualties are mounting. The starboard nacelle has +taken a direct impact and is leaking drive plasma. Geordi attempts to shut +down the warp core as Riker orders the crew to the escape pods. The shutdown +is unsuccessful, and the ejection mechanism for the core is not off-line. +Picard gives his final orders. "All hands abandon ship! Repeat, ALL HANDS +ABAN--" And the Enterprise goes up in a fiery explosion. + +Stardate 45652.1. The Enterprise is entering and beginning to chart the +unexplored Typhon expanse. At a poker game that evening, Riker begins to run +a bluff--but then realizes Bev will call it and quits while he's ahead. When +asked how he knew she would call, he says that he just had a feeling; and Bev +says she had the same feeling. She's called to sickbay to help Geordi, and +this time *both* of them have a sense of deja vu about their conversation. +A check of the medical logs, however, shows no sign of Geordi ever having had +these symptoms. "Must be deja vu." "Both of us? About the same thing?" +Disturbed, Beverly goes to bed--and again hears voices. She turns on the +light, breaking the glass in the process--and the voices are gone. She goes +to talk to Picard in his ready room. He suggests that it's probably just +insomnia, but says he'll have Geordi and Data run a diagnostic to make sure +everything's all right. + +The next morning, Geordi and Data report they've come up empty--but again, +ten other people reported the same voices. Suddenly, Worf calls with news of +the space/time distortion. Picard orders Ro (at the helm) to slowly back +off--but then thrusters suddenly don't respond. The distortion fluctuates-- +and the Enterprise systems go down. The distortion field builds up power-- +and another ship suddenly comes barrelling through the rift, heading right for +them. Thrusters don't respond, shields are down, and hailing them brings no +response. Riker suggests depressurizing the main shuttle bay to move them +out of the way, and Data suggests using the tractor beam to push the other +ship out of the way. Picard orders the latter--and while the ship avoids a +head-on collision, it scrapes the Enterprise's starboard nacelle. + +Disaster has struck. Casualties are mounting. The starboard nacelle has +taken a direct impact and is leaking drive plasma. Geordi attempts to shut +down the warp core as Riker orders the crew to the escape pods. The shutdown +is unsuccessful, and the ejection mechanism for the core is not off-line. +Picard gives his final orders. "All hands abandon ship! Repeat, ALL HANDS +ABAN--" And the Enterprise goes up in a fiery explosion. + +Stardate 45652.1. The Enterprise is entering and beginning to chart the +unexplored Typhon expanse. At the poker game, Worf is the first to announce +a sense of deja vu, but everyone aside from Data feels it. First Beverly, +then Worf, and then Riker in turn announce the cards Data is about to deal. +Bev calls sickbay to ask about Geordi about five seconds before he comes in. +Later, Picard enters sickbay to hear her report. This time, Bev's feeling +that a regular analysis wouldn't work was so strong that she tried an optical +diagnostic, and she discovered a phase shift in the response of Geordi's +VISOR, in effect giving little afterimages of nonexistent things. She +checked further and found evidence of tiny distortions in the surrounding +decyon field. Geordi goes to check the warp-field coils and to do a +localized subspace scan. + +That night, Beverly moves her glass far from her nighttable before going to +bed. When she hears the voices, she records as much as possible with her +tricorder, then turns on the light and calls Geordi. Upon hearing that he +and Data just picked up something on their scan, she runs down to join +them--and knocks the glass over with her lab coat en route. Geordi and Data +hear the recording, and confirm that it's both real and voice output. Data +tries to differentiate the voices himself, and discovers that it's +approximately a thousand voices, belonging to the Enterprise crew--them. + +At a conference very early the next morning (it simply couldn't wait until +0700, the time of the conference on previous iterations), Geordi presents his +hypothesis. He believes they've somehow been caught in a temporal feedback +loop, where they're repeating their actions and events over and over. They +could have been in it for hours, days, or years. Data plays the three +significant voice recordings he gathered from Bev's tape (which appear to be +from previous loops): in turn, they are "...a highly localized distortion of +the space-time continuum...", "...collision course, impact in 36 seconds...", +and "All hands abandon ship! Repeat, ALL HANDS ABAN--" Geordi theorizes +that the explosion of a starship so close to a distortion such as this might +have caused the loop in the first place--and thus, by avoiding the collision +might avoid the loop. While reversing course is ruled out as an option, all +precautions are ordered. Geordi then points out that they may not figure out +where they went wrong until it's too late, and that the crucial thing is to +make sure the next loop doesn't start back at square one. The best way to do +this appears to be to make a deliberate decyon emission which will be +received by Data's brain, "subconsciously". But it'll have to be short--no +more than a word, probably; and there's also no way to gauge exactly how Data +will perceive it. + +Regardless, the emitter and receiver are set up--and Bev and Geordi note they +feel no sense of deja vu in this case, which might be a good sign. Then, +they're called to the bridge by Worf; the distortion has just been found, and +Riker wonders aloud how they might have handled it the last time. Picard +orders Ro (at the helm) to slowly back off--but then thrusters suddenly don't +respond. The distortion fluctuates--and the Enterprise systems go down. The +distortion field builds up power--and another ship suddenly comes barrelling +through the rift, heading right for them. Thrusters don't respond, shields +are down, and hailing them brings no response. Riker suggests depressurizing +the main shuttle bay to move them out of the way, and Data suggests using the +tractor beam to push the other ship out of the way. Picard orders the +latter--and while the ship avoids a head-on collision, it scrapes the +Enterprise's starboard nacelle. + +Disaster has struck. Casualties are mounting. The starboard nacelle has +taken a direct impact and is leaking drive plasma. Geordi attempts to shut +down the warp core as Riker orders the crew to the escape pods. The shutdown +is unsuccessful, and the ejection mechanism for the core is not off-line. +Picard gives his final orders. "All hands abandon ship! Repeat, ALL HANDS +ABAN--" And the Enterprise goes up in a fiery explosion--but not before Data +hurriedly makes a decyon transmission... + +Stardate 45652.1. The Enterprise is entering and beginning to chart the +unexplored Typhon expanse. At the poker game, all but Data feel a sense of +deja vu; and Beverly again reads off the cards she believes Data will deal. +As Data deals, however, the hand is *different*. All four hands get a 3, and +then all get three of a kind. All are at a loss to know what it means, and +Beverly goes off to answer the call from sickbay. She helps Geordi, and +again decides to try an optical diagnostic, discovering the phase shift +(discovered last time around to be afterimages in time). Again, Picard is +informed, and Geordi goes to check the coils and subspace scans. + +This time, however, as Geordi and Data run the diagnostic, the monitors are +filled with the number 3. They are puzzled, but then pick up the decyon +fluctuation just as Beverly calls from her quarters. She comes down to see +how they're doing; and they hear a glass breaking from her quarters... +At the conference later that morning, the same conclusions are reached as in +the last loop, but the number 3 is met with puzzlement. Geordi and Troi +believe it may well be a message from the previous loop, but neither can +figure out what it might mean. They decide to run a level-3 diagnostic on +all systems--but then Ro calls about the distortion and all head to the +bridge. While wondering what they did the last time around, Picard orders Ro +(at the helm) to slowly back off--but then thrusters suddenly don't respond. +The distortion fluctuates--and the Enterprise systems go down. The distortion +field builds up power--and another ship suddenly comes barrelling through the +rift, heading right for them. Thrusters don't respond, shields are down, and +hailing them brings no response. Riker suggests depressurizing the main +shuttle bay to move them out of the way, and Data suggests using the tractor +beam to push the other ship out of the way. Picard orders the latter--but as +Worf implements it, Data finds himself facing Riker's rank insignia--with +THREE pips. He immediately concludes that the tractor beam will not work and +also depressurizes the bay. The impact pushes them back slightly; and the +two ships miss each other entirely. + +As power comes back up and Data explains his reasoning (apparently he +subconsciously arranged the deck in the poker game to come up all threes, +along with all the occurrences on the monitors), Worf checks a timebase +beacon and finds they've been trapped in the loop for 17.4 days. The other +ship hails, and is identified as the USS Bozeman, a Federation ship--but of a +class not used in over 80 years. Picard talks to Captain Bateson and +suggests that they too were caught in a temporal loop. Bateson dismisses the +idea as absurd, but when asked the year, responds immediately that it's 2278. +"Perhaps you should beam aboard our ship," suggests Picard. "There's +something we need to discuss..." + +Wheeeew. That was not easy (although it let me have fun with cutting and +pasting on this editor :-) ). Now, onwards to commentary. + +Good evening. Tonight, on "It's the Mind", we...[STOP THAT!] + +Those familiar with the seeming pattern of "when Tim writes a synop that +long, he must have liked the show a lot" will find no counterexamples here. +Loved it to pieces. Let's see what I can say that's more concrete, though. + +This has got to be a hellish kind of episode for both the actors involved and +the director. It's obnoxious enough having to do N takes for the same scene; +when many of the scenes THEMSELVES repeat, it's that much worse. It takes a +lot of work to make the scenes different enough that the audience is still +involved, and not simply saying "oh, hell, it's this scene again." And +amazingly enough, it worked this time. Most of the parallels were played up +in a suitably creepy fashion that we were stifling chills rather than yawns; +and that's always nice. :-) + +I think the above is mostly a function of the director and actors playing the +scenes, but there is a certain element of writing involved in setting up the +parallels as well; you have to make sure you don't repeat those things which +are stable enough to be boring. (One example that they could have done would +have involved Bev's going to bed; while the latter half of the scene is +absolutely necessary, if they'd shown another 60-second clip of her humming +while clipping flowers, I doubt it would've worked very well.) Again, those +choices were made quite well. (I'm not entirely surprised at this; the +writing/directing team of Brannon Braga and Jonathan Frakes has produced one +other show in tandem, namely "Reunion"--and "Reunion"'s one of my favorites. +So I did go in with a bit of a bias. Even so, Frakes is now 4/4 on directing +stints, IMHO, and Braga is certainly over .500.) + +Some things in particular that seemed to work really well were the following: + +--Bev's glass breaking every night. Even when she moves the glass, she +somehow ends up breaking it later. I don't know exactly what did it, but +something about the next-to-last time it broke (the first one where she moved +it) really sent chills up my spine. Brr. Talk about fate... + +--The continuing poker game. First of all, the banter was generally very +well put together; between "It's the way your left eyebrow raises when you're +bluffing, Commander--oh, just kidding" and "Yeah, [Worf remembers this as +having happened before], of course, last Tuesday night", the friendships +flowed that much more smoothly and subtly. Secondly, I got a real sense of +unreality from the first time they all managed to recite the cards coming up. +Beverly was sure of herself, yet wondering what the hell was happening; +Worf's voice came almost literally out of the dark [while his eyes are +usually shadowed to some extent, this time they were in pitch black shadow +and invisible], and Riker sounded not quite himself. Very eerie. + +--The teaser. Probably the shortest teaser on record (a scant 46 seconds), +there was nothing superfluous about this baby. It got your attention and it +kept it there; you can bet very few people saw that teaser and then said "oh, +how dull". (They probably said "what the hell is going on? It's only the +BEGINNING of the show and the ship blew up? I'm confuuuuuuused!" We did. +:-) ) + +The only slightly weak point, really, was in the ending. It was still a bit +too rushed for my blood. While I realize that the discussion between the two +ships was not the point of the story (any more than the actual negotiations +with the Legaran were in "Sarek"), I do feel a little cheated at not having +seen a little bit more of the Bozeman. (And given the time period the ship +came from, I would expect just a wee bit of surprise at Picard claiming his +ship is the *Enterprise*, mmm?) It's a minor point; the object of the show +was having the crew figure out the loop and manage to break it, and in that +they did a beautiful job. But another minute might have been nice. + +I'm not really sure what else I can say. The show's difficult to summarize, +and must've been difficult to assemble in a workable way, but my feelings on +it are pretty simple. It's the return of TNG's "Twilight Zone"-esque style +of shows, a la "Remember Me", "Night Terrors", and "Identity Crisis"--and +given both Bev's prominence and the nature of the problem, the first of the +three seems the closest analogue. I loved RM, and this is no different. + +A few short takes, I guess: + +--As long as I was on the topic of sincere friendships earlier, I should also +mention the Picard/Bev conversation in his ready room. While Riker and +Troi's friendly conversations will occasionally veer into seeming very forced +(the one about Soren in "The Outcast" comes to mind as a very recent +example), the friendship between these two characters seems to flow very +naturally. Nowhere was it said here that these two are good friends, and +harbor a few interests beyond friendship; and nowhere did it need to be. The +scripting was suitably subtle, and both Stewart and McFadden can handle it. +Let's see more of this! + +--During the last break, we were all trying to figure out what Data was going +to send to the next loop. The best thing we could come up with was probably +"bay". I still think it might have been a little clearer that way, but Data +was presumably looking for something as easy as possible to put in his +subconscious. "Three" is a nice general word in that regard, and led to some +nice eerie scenes, but I'm not quite sure I'd have used it even so. I'm not +sure. + +--Despite the repetition of events, the effects budget here can't have been +cheap; none of the explosion shots were the same. Oy, what a costly show... + +--The music was fairly typical: unmemorable, but also unintrusive. I'll +take it. + +--2278? If TNG really started "78 years after" ST4 as suggested in its early +press reports, then the Bozeman comes from about eight years prior to said +film, and thus between the first and second film. Interesting; I wonder if +there was any particular reason to choose that year. + +That ought to about do it. Good, good piece of work; after three shows +ranging from reasonable-but-no-big-deal ("Power Play") to depressingly +unsatisfying ("The Outcast"), it's good to get back to high-quality stuff. +Nice work. + +So, the numbers: + +Good evening. Tonight, on "It's the Mind", we--[would someone PLEASE stop +him?] + +Plot: 9. I don't quite think "3" was a perfect choice of things to bring + back, and the ending was a wee bit rushed, but I can't complain much, + really. +Plot Handling: 10. Nicely, nicely done--incredibly eerie. +Characterization: 10. I couldn't find a thing to complain about at all, and + lots of things to like. + +TOTAL: 10. Very nice; let's see more like this! + +NEXT WEEK: (another delayed review, but besides that...) + +Wes is on trial for an Academy mishap, and seems determined to take the fall. +Why is he hiding the truth? + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"I have this terrible feeling of deja vu." + --Monty Python's Flying Circus +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chainofc b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chainofc new file mode 100644 index 00000000..20a6aeda --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chainofc @@ -0,0 +1,3159 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sdd.hp.com!network.ucsd.edu!network.ucsd.edu!not-for-mail +From: intertxt@network.ucsd.edu (Jason Snell) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative +Subject: SCRIPT: "Chain of Command" +Date: 8 May 1992 17:07:55 -0700 +Organization: University of California, San Diego +Lines: 3145 +Distribution: world +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: network.ucsd.edu +Xref: moe.ksu.ksu.edu rec.arts.startrek.misc:5069 alt.startrek.creative:2272 + +(Note: I co-wrote this, and am posting it with my dear co-writer and friend +Greg "Maddog" Knauss. He's to blame for the whole thing!!! If you want to mail +comments, you may want to send them to both intertxt@network.ucsd.edu (me) and +greg@duke.quotron.com (him). -J.S.) + +Here's yet another rejected TNG spec script. The turn-around time between +when we sent it in and when they sent it back (with "Ha!" scrawled on the +cover in chicken blood) was just a little over a month -- maybe that room +full of scripts has emptied a little. + Anyway, yes, we know the plot is several steps into improbable and +in some spots the dialogue is pretty damn bad, but after looking at the +same sixty pages for months and months and months... + You potential TNG scriptwriters are welcome to use this as a layout +guide and save yourself the fifteen bucks Lincoln Enterprises is asking +for the production scripts -- we followed the standard TV conventions. + Any comments or criticisms are welcome. Have at it. + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + + + Teleplay by + Greg Knauss & Jason Snell + + + + Copyright (C) 1992 Greg Knauss & Jason Snell + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + CAST + + + PICARD BRYAN JENNINGS + + RIKER SUSAN JENNINGS + + DATA QUAN + + TROI COLLIER + + WORF GARRISON + + O'BRIEN DUFFY + + JEFFERSON + + PROTESTOR #1 + + PROTESTOR #2 + + THOLIAN + + + Non-Speaking + + SUPERNUMERARIES + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + SETS + + + INTERIORS EXTERIORS + + USS ENTERPRISE USS ENTERPRISE + MAIN BRIDGE + READY ROOM USS GUARDIAN + OBSERVATION LOUNGE + TEN-FORWARD THOLIAN SHIPS + ENGINEERING + JENNINGS' QUARTERS + PICARD'S QUARTERS + CORRIDORS + TRANSPORTER ROOM + MEETING ROOM + BATTLE BRIDGE + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + TEASER + + + FADE IN: + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise is slowing from IMPULSE POWER to a stop + next to the badly damaged U.S.S. GUARDIAN, a small + Federation ship. The Guardian has extensive exterior + damage and is obviously inoperable. It hangs unevenly + in space, seemingly dead. + + PICARD (V.O.) + Captain's Log, Stardate 46453.5. + Interrupting a scheduled crew + transfer and shore leave at Starbase + 2-0-9, the Enterprise has been + ordered into Tholian space to rescue + the crew of the U.S.S. Guardian. + A malfunction in the Guardian's + experimental reactor core led to + uncontrolled warp nine travel and + the destruction of her engines. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Several FAMILIES walk through the corridor, talking + excitedly to each other, each a bit awed at being on the + Enterprise. A young couple, BRYAN and SUSAN JENNINGS, + are among them. Almost everyone carries a suitcase or + satchel of some sort. + + + PICARD (CONT'D, V.O.) + While new crewmembers and their + families move into quarters, we are + attempting to remove all traces of + Federation incursion into the + Tholian Assembly. Physical proof of + Federation trespass on their + borders, accidental or otherwise, + could easily be used by the Tholians + as a pretext for war. If + successful, only Starfleet Command + and our bridge crew will know of the + incident. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Riker is standing, nervously watching the image of the + Guardian on the viewer. Picard is sitting, just as + nervous, but showing it less. + + RIKER + Away Team, your status? + + GEORDI'S COM VOICE + Final adjustments are complete, sir. + We've finished placing the + detonators, and we're clearing out + the last of remaining crew members + right now. As soon as we're done, + there won't be anything left for the + Tholians to find but a cloud of + atoms. + + RIKER + Make it as fast as you can, LaForge. + We don't want to be found. + + GEORDI'S COM VOICE + Aye, sir. + + A SENSOR WARNING sounds. + + WORF + Commander, we are being scanned at + extremely long range. + + RIKER + Tholians? + + WORF + Unknown. However, the source of the + scan is at least four hours away at + maximum warp. + + The information should be reassuring, but Riker is + still nervous. + + RIKER + (looks to Picard) + I don't like this. + + Picard shifts uneasily in his seat. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + The Jennings are a young couple, Susan a Starfleet + ensign and Bryan a civilian academic. Both are excited + about being on board the Enterprise, and they've + obviously just moved in. Boxes lie around, several + containing old-style books. + + SUSAN + Oh, Bryan, this is so exciting! I + can't believe we're actually on the + Enterprise. + + BRYAN + You're the one who earned this + assignment, Susan. You worked hard + for it. I'm just along for the + ride. + + He walks over to her and hugs her. + + SUSAN + It's still incredible. I'm going to + be on the bridge of the flagship! + And you'll get to finally see some + of the places you've written about. + + He laughs. + + BRYAN + Most of the places I've written + about, I don't want to see. + Revolutions can be dangerous. + + They smile at each other and kiss. After a moment, as + they pull apart, Susan notices something out the window + and she moves past Bryan. + + + SUSAN + Hey... + + BRYAN + What? + + SUSAN + Something's happening out there. + + + EXT. SPACE + + A small pinhole of light has appeared in space. It + expands slowly for a moment, then suddenly rips wide + open, sharp white light shining around its edges. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + DATA + Sir, I am picking up a radiation + anomaly at heading 289, mark 6. + + PICARD + Yellow alert. On screen. + + The view switches to a picture of the tear, a swirl of + light pouring out of it. + + PICARD (CONT'D) + A wormhole? + + DATA + It appears so, sir. + + A WARNING SIGNAL sounds. + + WORF + Sensors indicate activity within the + wormhole. + + + EXT. SPACE + + Suddenly, ramming trough the hole, the small, dart-like + form of a Tholian craft appears. It brakes unevenly for + a moment, then rounds on the Enterprise as the rip + closes behind it. As it maneuvers, the ship fires + phasers, barely missing a warp nacelle. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + WORF + Tholians! + + Picard stands. + + PICARD + Red alert. + + The KLAXONS sound. + + RIKER + Shields up, defensive phaser fire + only. + + WORF + Shields cannot be raised! The Away + Team is in transport! + + PICARD + Evasive maneuvers. Raise shields as + soon as you can. + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Tholian ship looms towards the Enterprise as the + bigger ship attempts to veer away. + + The Enterprise's phasers fire, but are absorbed by the + Tholian's shields. + + The Tholian ship fires again, this time scoring a + glancing hit on the strut supporting the port nacelle. + The blue glow in the nacelle flickers uncertainly for a + moment, then goes out. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + The Jennings are both rocked by the hit. The klaxons + wail in the background. + + BRYAN + (shouting) + What's going on? + + SUSAN + We're under attack! Hold on! + + They grab for something to hold on to. + + INT. BRIDGE + + The bridge shakes from the hit. + + WORF + Port nacelle is dead! + + PICARD + Continue evasive. Long's Gambit. + + RIKER + O'Brien, report! + + + INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM + + O'BRIEN + Transporters are getting heavy + interference, sir. I'm + restabilizing the transmission now. + + O'Brien works feverishly at the controls. + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Tholian ship banks and heads towards the Enterprise + again. + + + INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM + + O'Brien finishes his adjustments and Geordi and his team + begin to appear on the transporter pads. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + WORF + Tholian ship is firing! + + O'BRIEN'S COM VOICE + The Away Team is aboard! + + RIKER + Raise shields! + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Tholian ship fires again and hits the Enterprise + with one phaser beam on the saucer section -- before the + shields can go completely up. Explosions rock the ship, + and debris and fires are visible as the Enterprise + sweeps past the camera. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF TEASER + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + ACT ONE + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The crew is tossed around. + + WORF + Shields are up. Moderate damage to + decks fifteen and sixteen. + + RIKER + Fire phasers! Take his shields + down, scare him off. + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise suddenly turns on the Tholian ship, + shrugging off a couple of phaser hits. It fires a + phaser spread that takes out the Tholian's shields. + + The Tholian ship turns and warps out. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + WORF + The Tholian ship is retreating, sir. + + Picard wants to ask about the casualties from the + saucer hit, but knows his priorities. + + PICARD + Set course for Federation space, + Evasion Pattern Delta. Full + impulse. Mr. Worf, continue long- + range sensor scans. + + WORF + Aye, sir. Casualty reports coming + in. + + Picard waits for the information, stony-faced. + + WORF (CONT'D) + Twenty-seven dead: six crew members, + twenty-one civilians. Fifty-five + injured, eight seriously. The third + phaser blast hit crew quarters. + + Picard had hoped that it wouldn't be that bad. + + PICARD + (to himself) + Damn. + + + FADE TO: + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise is limping away on impulse, back toward + Federation space. Suddenly, a small flare lights + behind the ship -- the Guardian has been destroyed. + + PICARD (V.O.) + Captain's Log, Stardate 46453.8. + With the destruction of the + Guardian, the Enterprise is + attempting to return to Federation + territory on impulse power alone, + our warp drive seriously damaged in + the Tholian attack. The death of + twenty-seven people has only + emphasized how precarious the + situation is -- our capture in + Tholian space would be a political + and military disaster. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + Susan is sitting at a table, obviously distraught. + After a moment, Bryan walks through the door, very + sullen. + + Susan stands and goes to her husband. + + SUSAN + Did you find out? + + BRYAN + Richard's dead. Michelle's going to + make it, but she'll have to have an + artificial arm. + + + SUSAN + Jimmy? + + BRYAN + Dead. + (beat) + Presumed dead. They couldn't find + his body. They think it was pulled + outside. + + Susan pulls Bryan towards her and holds him tightly. + + SUSAN + Oh, God, Bryan... + + BRYAN + I know... I know... + + SUSAN + It's so awful. Imagine losing your + whole family... just like that. + + Bryan's jaw tightens as he continues to hold Susan. + + BRYAN + (quietly) + Shhh... + + Susan is near tears. + + SUSAN + It seems so... so... + + Bryan seems different; angrier. + + BRYAN + ...pointless. + (beat) + It all seems so pointless. + + + INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE + + Data is concluding a background briefing on the + Tholians. + + DATA + Little is known about the Tholians + beyond rumor and myth. They are + extremely territorial and have + attacked several Federation outposts + over the past decade, claiming the + settlements are an incursion into + their space. + + PICARD + Thank you, Mr. Data. + (beat) + Discussion? + + WORF + Where did that Tholian ship come + from? Sensors detected no vessels + in the entire sector. + + DATA + The Tholian ship emerged from what + presumably was an artificial + wormhole. Such phenomena are + extremely rare and the likelihood + that a naturally occurring one would + directly benefit the Tholians is + remote. + + PICARD + An _artificial_ wormhole? + + DATA + It is the only available conclusion. + + RIKER + It doesn't seem possible. + + There is a brief pause, each is silently considering + options. + + GEORDI + What about the Web? + + Everyone looks slightly surprised. But it makes sense. + + TROI + The Web? + + DATA + The Tholians, through unknown means, + have the ability to create a field + of distorted space-time called the + "Web." The local effects of the Web + are thought to be unstable, + occasionally causing ships caught in + it to be thrown through subspace. + There is a standing Starfleet order + to avoid Tholian ships traveling in + the two-vessel configuration needed + to create the Web. + + RIKER + There are half a dozen cases where + Federation ships were caught off- + guard by the Tholians and either + captured or transported light-years + from their original position. Two + were never heard from again, and + were assumed to have been thrown + clear of the galaxy. + + WORF + But the Tholians do not use the Web + on their own ships. + + PICARD + That we are aware of. Perhaps the + technology has been sufficiently + refined as to be used as a method of + safe transport. + + RIKER + (brain-storming) + If they were to shift from two-ship + patrols to three-ship patrols, they + could move the third ship to + anywhere it needed to be. + + WORF + That would explain how the outposts + were surprised by their attackers. + According to reports, there were no + warnings. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + Bryan's character, from here on out, changes. His grief + over the death of his friend is intense, but he has + trouble expressing it as grief. His trip on the + Enterprise is the first time he has stepped outside of + the Ivory Tower -- his first contact with the real world + after being steeped in theory and academia for most of + his adult life. In many ways, he is an intelligent + infant, unable to understand why things are not the way + he believes they should be. He is not a bad person, but + he is very, very naive, and he is reacting the only way + his life-experience lets him. + + He and Susan have been having a intense discussion that + is slowly elevating into an argument. + + SUSAN + Bryan! You can't talk like that. + + BRYAN + Why not? Our friend is dead, Susan. + His five-year-old son's body was + sucked out of the ship. I just want + to know why they died. + + SUSAN + But you can't! + + BRYAN + Why not? + + SUSAN + You just can't. This is a Starfleet + ship. You signed up to come with + me. It's not like being on a + planet. + + BRYAN + I don't think that because I agreed + to come aboard, I gave up all my + rights as a Federation citizen. I + have a right to know, Susan! Don't + you want to know why Richard died? + + SUSAN + Of course I do, but if Starfleet + decides that I shouldn't, then that + has to be good enough. + + + BRYAN + I can't believe you're saying that! + If I died tomorrow, wouldn't you + want to know if my death had some + meaning? Some purpose? If Rich and + Jimmy died to save a planet, or to + rescue a ship, or even in an + accident, fine. Great. But I want + to know. + + Susan sighs. + + SUSAN + I see your point. I really do. I + understand what you're saying, so + please try to understand what I am + saying. + + BRYAN + And that is? + + SUSAN + This is a Starfleet ship. It's the + defense of the Federation. Some + things have to happen in secret. If + you knew what the Enterprise was + doing, so would everybody else -- + including the Romulans and the + Ferengi and the Borg and whoever + that was shooting at us. + + BRYAN + Whoever that was shooting at us + already knows what the Enterprise is + doing! Why can't we? + + SUSAN + You _can't_. That's just the way it + is. + + BRYAN + Then the way it is... is wrong. + + + INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE + + GEORDI + The left nacelle strut is perforated + and the warp field guidance conduit + has been destroyed. I'm trying to + extend the starboard warp bubble to + enclose the entire ship, but even if + it works, we'll still be lucky if we + can hold warp one for more than a + few days. We need to get to a + starbase. + + PICARD + How long will it take you to make + the repairs? + + GEORDI + About four hours. I've already got + two teams working on it. + + Picard pauses a moment as he considers this. + + PICARD + Data, how long will it take us to + get out of Tholian space if we go to + warp one in four hours? + + DATA + Approximately three days, nine hours + and forty-six minutes, assuming the + most direct route. + + PICARD + And using Evasion Pattern Delta? + + DATA + Approximately five days, two hours. + + This is not welcome information. + + PICARD + What are the chances of being found + for both navigations? + + DATA + Given known Tholian technology, + there is a 99.5 percent probability + of being detected if we use the + shortest-distance route. If we + remain on our current course, there + is an 85 percent chance of being + discovered. + + WORF + Permission to ready defensive + systems, Captain. + + PICARD + Granted. + + RIKER + We're going to need them. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + Susan is changing into a red Starfleet uniform. Their + argument has intensified and shifted focus, and Bryan is + beginning to shout. Again, his anger at Starfleet, at + the system, is his way of dealing with grief -- + wrongheaded or not, he is attempting to give purpose to + the deaths. + + BRYAN + Dammit, Susan! If I'm going to die, + I want to have some control over the + situation. + + SUSAN + You're not going to die! Why do you + keep saying that? + + BRYAN + I could die at any time! So could + you, or anybody else on this ship! + The difference is, you have some + control over the situation. You get + to sit up on the Bridge and know + what's going on. I don't. None of + the civilians do. + + SUSAN + It's a Starfleet ship! I'm in + Starfleet! + + BRYAN + And because I'm not, I don't get to + know what danger I'm going to be in? + That's not fair! I signed my name, + but I didn't give up control of my + life. If fifty percent of the + people on this ship are civilians, + why don't we have fifty percent of + the control? + + + SUSAN + I'm not going to argue with you + anymore, Bryan. I've got to go... + I'll be late for my first bridge + shift. + + BRYAN + (sarcastic) + Great. Good luck. Drop me a line + if we're all going to get killed. + + SUSAN + That's really unfair, Bryan. You + know it is. Maybe you should go see + the ship's counselor. + + BRYAN + So now it's a problem with me? + + SUSAN + No. It's just that... This is + normal, in a way. You feel trapped + and helpless. They expect that. We + read about it in the academy. You + can do something about it. + + Bryan laughs bitterly. + + BRYAN + Yeah, I'll do something about it. + + Susan looks uneasily at Bryan, then exits. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + But not with the ship's counselor. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF ACT ONE + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + ACT TWO + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise is in warp, and the port nacelle is dark. + + + INT. MEETING ROOM + + A large group of people fill the room, most dressed in + black or Starfleet formal wear. + + The small murmur that was running through the crowd + rises slightly as soon as Picard and Troi, both dressed + in formal wear, enter the room and everybody -- + especially Bryan -- watches as they walk to a podium. + + TROI + (quietly, to Picard) + Because of the number of people + killed, almost everybody on board + either knew one of the dead, or + knows someone who did. They are in + a period of grieving. Their pain is + acute, and it ranges from intense + sadness to anger to denial. + + The sound of the crowd dies away as Picard reaches the + podium and pauses to collect his thoughts for a moment. + Troi stands behind him. + + PICARD + Throughout history, intelligent + beings have sought out the unknown. + From wooden rafts to starships, the + common bond between sentient + species, no matter the cultural or + biological differences, is + exploration. We are here, deep in + space, far from our home worlds, + driven by a universal curiosity... + But this quest, this need to know, + brings costs. + + Picard pauses. + + PICARD (CONT'D) + Today, we mourn those who have lost + their lives fulfilling a destiny. + They have sacrificed the most that + any one being can sacrifice in the + pursuit of-- + + Bryan suddenly leaps out of his seat, a combination of + rage and deep sadness. Troi focuses in on him and her + expression changes. + + BRYAN + Stop it! + + Picard is taken aback. + + PICARD + What? + + BRYAN + Stop it! Stop with the patronizing! + Stop with the condescension! Stop + with the cliches! + + Picard, normally a diplomat, is angry that someone would + upset such a formal and solemn event. He snaps at + Bryan. + + PICARD + Who are you? Identify yourself. + + BRYAN + My name is Bryan Jennings. + + PICARD + And? + + BRYAN + And... my best friend is dead. + + Picard softens. + + PICARD + I'm sorry. + + BRYAN + (sadly) + I am too. + + Bryan pauses for a moment, remembering Richard. Maybe + he should just sit down and shut up... This is Bryan's + point of no return, to accept the world the way it is, + or to fight it. His anger resurfaces. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + There's something I'd like to know, + Captain. + + Picard waits for the question. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Why did my friend die? + + PICARD + (a little surprised) + I beg your pardon? + + BRYAN + _Why_ did he die? Nobody will tell + me. Yesterday I lost someone that I + had known for almost ten years, and + I can't find a reason for it. + + A ripple runs through the crowd, people begin murmuring. + + PICARD + I'm sorry, Mr. Jenn-- + + BRYAN + (angry) + I know you're sorry. That's not + good enough. + + Bryan pauses for a moment, as the people around him + begin to get louder. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + What are we doing here, Captain? + Who was that that attacked us? Why + did my friend die? + + Picard sees where this is going and sets his jaw. + + PICARD + (stern) + I cannot tell you that. + + BRYAN + Why not? + + PICARD + It has been classified by Starfleet + as secret. + + BRYAN + (incredulous) + _Secret_? My friend died for a + secret? None of those people chose + to "sacrifice" their lives -- we + have a right to know why they were + taken from us. + + The murmuring around Bryan gets louder. Another + civilian, QUAN, stands up, tears running down his face. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + We are Federation citizens, Captain. + We have every right to know what our + government is doing, especially when + it involves our lives. + (beat) + Who attacked us? + + PICARD + I can not answer that, Mr. Jennings. + + Bryan turns to the crowd. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Are we supposed to follow the man + who managed to kill two dozen people + before they even set foot in their + quarters? + + The room is churning, turbulent. The crew members, + conspicuous in their Starfleet uniforms, squirm + uncomfortably in their seats as some of the civilians + stand, shouting. + + Bryan slowly turns back to Picard. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + _What_ is going on? + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise is limping along at warp one, the port + nacelle still dark. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + TROI and PICARD are seated, in the midst of an analysis + of the events at the service. + + TROI + Their emotions are gathering a focus + they did not have before. For quite + a few, grief and denial are being + pushed aside by anger. + + PICARD + The one who stood up. + + TROI + Jennings. He is tortured, Captain. + He is grieving intensely, but does + not know how to cope with his pain. + There is a ferocious urge to action + in him -- he feels a need to change + the world, to justify his friend's + death. + + PICARD + By revealing why he died. + + TROI + I doubt that he would stop there. + + The door CHIMES. + + PICARD + Come. + + Susan enters. + + SUSAN + Ensign Jennings, reporting as + ordered, sir. + + PICARD + Please sit down, Ensign. Thank you, + Counselor. + + Troi stands and exits as Susan sits down. + + PICARD (CONT'D) + Ensign, it is not a habit of mine to + welcome new bridge officers aboard + with a private conference. In your + case, however, I feel the need. + + SUSAN + Because of my husband. + + PICARD + Yes. + + SUSAN + Captain, I don't know wh-- + + Picard holds up his hand. + + PICARD + Ensign, your relationship with your + husband is none of my business. But + your position as a Bridge officer + will give you knowledge of our + orders... Knowledge that your + husband, as a civilian, should not + have. + + Susan straightens up in her chair. She sees Picard is + all business and reacts to that. + + SUSAN + (formally) + Sir, what my husband chooses to say + and do has no bearing on my position + as an officer. Secret orders are + just that... No matter what my + husband might want to know. + + This is exactly what Picard expected to hear from a + Starfleet officer. He stands, as does Susan. + + PICARD + Welcome aboard, Ensign. + + SUSAN + Thank you, sir. + + Susan turns and leaves. + + + INT. TEN-FORWARD + + Bryan and a small group of people from the service sit + at a table. They have been having a heated discussion. + Bryan has collected himself and his political science + training is surfacing. + + BRYAN + And what I say is that the moral + legitimacy of a government comes + from the local level. Every other + citizen in the Federation might + think that Picard has the sole + authority over this ship, but + they're not here. We are. + + QUAN + So...? + + BRYAN + So we define if the government is + legitimate or not. + + COLLIER + (a little shocked) + Are you saying we should reject the + Federation? + + BRYAN + No, no, not at all. You're + misunderstanding me. The Federation + is a good government, and it has the + legitimacy that all good governments + have: the ultimate source of + authority is the people. + + COLLIER + (thoughtfully) + OK. + + BRYAN + But the Enterprise is a government, + too. We are Federation citizens, + yes, but we are also citizens of the + Enterprise. Our day-to-day lives + have more to do with this ship than + with anything else. + + QUAN + And...? + + BRYAN + And we have no control over what + goes on here! We're trapped in a + totalitarian society! + + COLLIER + That's going a little overboard with + the rhetoric, isn't it? + + BRYAN + No, not at all. The key feature of + totalitarianism is that the + government controls every aspect of + the society. That's exactly what + the Enterprise is like: Picard + doesn't want us to know why we were + attacked, so we don't get to know. + It's as simple as that. When was + the last time you got to vote about + something that this ship did? Would + you have put my friend in danger? + (indicating Quan) + Or your wife? + + QUAN + OK. Point made. So what do we do + about it? + + BRYAN + Now? Thoreau and Machiavelli, + that's what we do. + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise is at warp, and the port nacelle is + unlit. + + PICARD (V.O.) + Captain's Log, Stardate 46455.1. + While the Tholians, to our + knowledge, have not yet detected the + Enterprise, a new situation has + arisen on board. A group of + citizens, claiming to represent the + families of crewmembers, has made + its existence known, loudly and + repeatedly. They have scheduled an + appointment with me, to present + their "demands." + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Susan is at Conn. + + The Turbolift doors open and Bryan and a small group, + Quan and Collier among them, emerge. Bryan and Susan + exchange cold glances. + + BRYAN + The Citizens' Committee to see + Captain Picard. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + RIKER'S COM VOICE + Captain? + + PICARD + Yes, Number One. + + RIKER'S COM VOICE + The "Citizens' Committee" is here. + + PICARD + Send them in. + + The door opens and the Citizens' Committee walks in, + Bryan leading. + + Bryan sees this confrontation as a test of wills, of + democracy against totalitarianism, as his memorial to + Richard. Picard sees it as a nuisance. + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings. + + BRYAN + (coldly) + Captain Picard. + + PICARD + Please sit down. + + BRYAN + No, thank you. + + PICARD + Very well. May I ask the reason for + this meeting? + + Bryan straightens himself up, very formal. + + BRYAN + Captain Picard, the members of the + Citizens' Committee, recognizing + that all power is derived from those + governed, demand to be consulted by + you on all matters affecting the + health or safety of the people on + board this ship. + + Picard leans forward. + + PICARD + Consulted? + + BRYAN + Yes. It is our belief that your + sole executive control of this + vessel is a violation of the + democratic principles of the + Federation. + + Picard sits silently. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Therefore, as representatives of + fifty percent of the individuals in + this community, we demand an equal + share of the authority. + + Picard remains silent. Bryan is a little flustered at + Picard's lack of response -- he hadn't considered this + possibility and is running out of oratory. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + You, er, you will consult with the + Citizens' Committee before any major + decision, and a mutual veto will be + put in place between the military + and civilian command. + + Picard slowly leans back in his chair. + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings, are you finished? + + BRYAN + (unsure of himself) + Yes. I am. + + PICARD + Then please remove yourself from my + Bridge. + + Bryan is stunned. + + BRYAN + What? + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings, your "demands" are out + of the question. I grieve for your + friend, just as I grieve for + everyone who was killed in the + attack. But mutiny, or the threat + of mutiny, will not be tolerated + aboard this ship. + + Bryan begins to grow angry. + + BRYAN + You misunderstand me, Captain. This + isn't mutiny. We are simply trying + to gain control of our lives. + + PICARD + There is precious little difference, + Mr. Jennings. This is the real + world. You made certain concessions + when you came aboard the Enterprise + -- and that includes accepting that + I am the commander of this ship. If + you choose not to abide by that + agreement, you may leave the ship + when we reach Starbase 2-0-9. + + BRYAN + And until then? + + PICARD + Until then... I would advise you to + cease your attacks on my authority. + + Bryan is now quite upset. + + BRYAN + You've just made a very serious + mistake, Picard. Remember your own + history -- Louis XVI was French, too. + + He turns, pushes through the rest of the Citizens' + Committee, and storms out. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF ACT TWO + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + ACT THREE + + + INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE + + An "afternoon" briefing is in progress. + + GEORDI + I'm sorry, sir, but the damage is + just too extensive. Warp one is all + that we're going to be capable of + until we get to a starbase, and + that's tenuous. + + RIKER + Tenuous? + + GEORDI + The modifications we did were all + sleight-of-hand. The circuit re- + routing isn't even close to standard + and there's no guarantee that it + will hold. The load required to + maintain a warp bubble is incredible + and the work we did is held together + by spit more than anything else. + + RIKER + Great. + + PICARD + Mr. Data, our progress? + + DATA + At our current speed, the edge of + Tholian space remains forty-three + hours and nine minutes away. If + warp power were to fail, the journey + would increase to approximately + three weeks, two days, four hours. + + + INT. TEN-FORWARD + + Bryan, Quan, Collier and about half a dozen others are + crowded around a table. Bryan's emotional response has + shifted from grief for Richard to anger at, and a + determination to best, Picard. + + BRYAN + (shaking his head) + I still don't believe it. + + COLLIER + You actually expected him to give + you what you wanted? You thought he + was just going to say, "Here, have + it"? + + BRYAN + No... No, I didn't. But the way he + acted. He was so arrogant! + (mocking) + "Precious little difference, Mr. + Jennings." He actually treated us + with contempt! + + QUAN + He's a power-monger. + + BRYAN + He didn't even look at our demands. + He brushed us off like we didn't + matter. Like what the people think + didn't matter. + + COLLIER + You're the one who called him a + dictator. + + BRYAN + Looks like I was right. + + QUAN + How do we get him? What now? + + BRYAN + Now, we act. This is following the + classic cycle. He might as well + have said, "Let them eat cake." + + COLLIER + So what do we do? + + BRYAN + The first step toward revolution is + organization. We organize. + + + INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE + + Troi is standing next to the computer screen, which is + displaying a picture of Bryan with text next to it. + + TROI + He graduated from the Gill Academy + of Social Science on Stardate 39225. + His thesis was titled "Authoritarian + Regimes and Their Democratic + Successors" and compared various + popular uprisings throughout + history. While Gill's graduation + committee criticized his work for + its use of overt rhetoric and + ideology, Jennings was unanimously + voted his degree. His wife, Susan, + is an ensign currently assigned to + the Conn during the second shift. + + WORF + (to Picard) + Sir, she should be removed from + duty. If Jennings poses a threat, + his wife could-- + + PICARD + Mr. Worf, Susan Jennings is an + Starfleet officer and a member of my + crew. No matter what her husband's + intentions, she will not endanger + her ship any more than you or I. + + WORF + I must object, sir. + + PICARD + I refuse to punish a member of my + crew simply because her husband + dislikes me. + + WORF + Then Bryan Jennings should be placed + under surveillance. + + PICARD + Lieutenant, I need hardly remind you + that witch-hunts and dictatorships + begin when we question the right to + speak freely, no matter what is + being said. + + Worf looks down at his hands. + + PICARD (CONT'D) + (to the group) + Mr. Jennings is to remain unmolested + until he, or his group, commits a + crime or endangers this ship. I am + not the tyrant he believes I am. + + + INT. TEN-FORWARD + + There is considerable heat in the discussion. + + BRYAN + (passionately) + Every democratic revolution in + history has begun with just a few + people standing up and asserting + what was right. Half this ship is + civilian, and we deserve half the + control. If we're successful here, + we could make the Enterprise into a + Potempkin. It wouldn't just be _a_ + revolution, but _the_ revolution -- + the people would finally assert + themselves in the last bastion of + authoritarianism in the Federation. + The petty tyrant who runs this boat + will be beaten. + (beat, softer) + Richard's death will make sense. + + There is a brief pause. Bryan looks sad. + + QUAN + (caught up, eager) + How do we start? + + Bryan snaps back to the present. + + BRYAN + The Citizens' Committee is already + set up. If we use that as an + organizing body, half the battle is + won. We need to set up a voting + structure; design how we are going + to-- + + Bryan stops as he notices the Committee looking past + him. Picard has entered Ten-Forward and stops short as + he sees Bryan. Picard turns towards the bar and begins + to order a drink. + + BRYAN + Ignore him. They'll all be + superfluous soon. After we set up + the voting structure-- + + QUAN + (to Picard) + Murderer! + + Picard tenses up and turns towards the group at the + table. He approaches stiffly. + + PICARD + (angry) + Who said that? + + Quan stands up. + + QUAN + You killed my wife! + + Quan reaches for Picard, but is held back by the people + at the table. + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings... + + BRYAN + You do what you have to do, Picard. + We'll do what we have to. + + PICARD + Inciting riots will get you thrown + in the brig. + + BRYAN + Riots? We're not like you, Picard. + We think violence is immoral. This + will be a bloodless revolution. + + PICARD + (surprised) + Revolution? + + BRYAN + We have no choice. + + PICARD + Everyone has choices, Mr. Jennings. + You chose to come on this ship. + + BRYAN + I didn't choose to die. I didn't + choose to see my friends die. + That's what this is all about. None + of us has any choice. The people on + the Bridge make our choices for us. + That's what's wrong. That's why + we're here. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + BRYAN + It was great! He just stood there. + He knew I was right. + + SUSAN + Bryan, you can't keep doing this. + You're blowing this whole thing out + of proportion. + + BRYAN + Out of proportion? Remember Rich? + Remember Jimmy? + + SUSAN + Of course I do. But you're running + around like a madman! The Captain + actually had to question my loyalty. + + Bryan looks at Susan. + + BRYAN + What did you tell him? + + SUSAN + Bryan, I'm a Starfleet officer. + + BRYAN + And what does that mean? + + SUSAN + It means I'm loyal to Starfleet. + + BRYAN + Loyal? Loyalty to tyranny is noting + to brag ab... + + Bryan stops in mid-sentence, trailing off. Something + has just occurred to him. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + You know, don't you? You know + what's going on. + + Susan had hoped that it would never come to this. She + sees what Bryan is going to do and considers it + tremendously unfair. She stands silently. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + You _know_. You know why we're + here... + + SUSAN + I'm not going to answer that. + + BRYAN + Do you know the entire mission? + + SUSAN + I'm not going to answer that. + + BRYAN + Tell me. + + Susan turns directly toward Bryan. + + SUSAN + No. + + BRYAN + Tell me! + + SUSAN + No. + + Bryan suddenly looks vulnerable, almost pathetic. + + BRYAN + Please. For Rich. I need to know. + + SUSAN + (matter-of-factly) + You can stop asking, Bryan. I'm not + going to tell you. + + Bryan dissolves back to anger and disgust. + + BRYAN + So that's it. You've made your + choice. + + + SUSAN + What's that supposed to mean? + + BRYAN + You've chosen the tyrant... over + your husband. + + SUSAN + I'm not choosing sides! I'm doing + my job. + + BRYAN + That's what they said at Nuremberg, + Susan. That's what they said at New + Delhi. + + There's a long silence. Susan takes a slow breath. + + SUSAN + You're not the man I married, Bryan. + You've changed. In three days, + you've become a completely different + person. + + BRYAN + Susan, this is what I _am_. + + SUSAN + (bitter) + A lunatic? A demagogue? + + BRYAN + I don't believe you. Do you mean to + tell me that you're content to be + one of Picard's lackeys? To follow + him and oppress the rest of us? + + For a moment, Susan looks at Bryan, unbelieving. + + SUSAN + Get out. Just get out of here. + Find somewhere else to sleep. + + Bryan stares at her for a moment, anger spilling over. + Suddenly, he turns and storms out. + + + INT. MAIN BRIDGE + + The night watch is in place. SUPERNUMERARIES are + working at all the positions, with GARRISON at Tactical. + Data sits in the Captain's chair. + + DATA + (to ceiling) + Ship's Log, Stardate 46456.2. The + Enterprise continues out of Tholian + space on damaged warp engines. + Despite the probability of Tholian + contact, we have thus far avoided + any confrontatio-- + + GARRISON + Commander! There are irregular + fluctuations in the warp bubble. + + DATA + Are you able to stabilize them? + + GARRISON + No, sir. The bubble is collapsing. + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The Enterprise drops out of warp. + + + INT. PICARD'S QUARTERS + + Picard is asleep. An alarm wakes him. + + PICARD + Yes? + + DATA'S COM VOICE + Captain, the Enterprise has dropped + out of warp. + + Picard stands and looks out the window. He begins to + take off his pajamas. + + PICARD + On my way. + + + EXT. HALLWAY + + The door opens and Picard, now in uniform, takes + one step out before pulling up short. + + The hallway is lined with people, all sitting on the + floor, blocking any easy movement. Bryan is directly + across the hall from Picard. + + BRYAN + Good morning, Captain. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF ACT THREE + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + ACT FOUR + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings? + + BRYAN + Captain. I warned you that there + would be a revolution. Welcome to + it. + + PICARD + Civil disobedience. + + BRYAN + And passive resistance. + + Picard is deep in thought for a moment. + + PICARD + I see. + (beat) + You will be asked to leave the ship + when we arrive at Starbase 2-0-9. + If your actions hamper the function + of this ship in any way, I will have + you confined to quarters. + + BRYAN + Getting rid of me won't change the + situation, Captain. This is a + movement. There are hundreds of + people like us, all over the ship. + + Picard looks surprised. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Never underestimate the power of + ideas, Captain. Freedom of + information, freedom of choice, + freedom to know just what's going on + in our lives. That's what we want. + + PICARD + Good-bye, Mr. Jennings. + + He turns to leave, but stops suddenly, just short of + stepping on someone. + + BRYAN + Good-bye, Captain. See you soon. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Long shot down hall as Picard carefully picks his way + though a dozen or so people laying across the floor. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard enters from the AFT TURBOLIFT. The bridge is at + yellow alert, and the crew has shifted accordingly. + Geordi is working at the engineering station, Riker has + relieved Data of command, Data has moved to Ops, Worf + has replaced Garrison at Tactical, and Susan is + stationed at Conn. There is an urgency in everybody's + actions. Nobody wants to hang around long. + + RIKER + Captain? + + PICARD + I was delayed, Number One. Mr. + LaForge, the situation? + + GEORDI + We've isolated the problem. It + looks like we collided with a fairly + large meteor. Normally the + deflectors would have had no problem + with the stress, but because we re- + routed warp power through them... + + PICARD + How long until repairs are complete? + + Geordi finishes working at the keyboard and stands up. + + GEORDI + About five minutes. Some power + feeds in Engineering need to be + changed. + + PICARD + Make it so. + + Geordi heads for the Aft Turbolift and exits. + + PICARD (CONT'D) + Mr. Worf? + + WORF + We have not been scanned, sir. + Phasers and photon torpedoes are + standing by. + + PICARD + Very well. + (beat) + Data, is there a way to determine + the number of people lying in + corridors? + + RIKER + (surprised) + Sir? + + PICARD + In a moment, Number One. + + Data types a bit. + + DATA + Yes, sir. There are 120 people in + corridors at the moment, 68 of whom + are lying down. + + Picard is lost in thought. Riker snaps him out of it. + + RIKER + Lying down, sir? + + PICARD + Outside my quarters, I was + confronted by Mr. Jennings. Lying + across my doorway. + + RIKER + Protests. + + PICARD + So it would appear. + (to ceiling) + Picard to Engineering. Mr. LaForge, + your progress? + (beat) + Mr. LaForge? + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + DUFFY + Uh, Captain, this is Lieutenant + Duffy. Mr. LaForge isn't here. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Picard and Riker exchanged surprised looks. + + PICARD + Thank you, Mr. Duffy. Computer, + locate Mr. LaForge. + + COMPUTER (V.O.) + Lieutenant Commander LaForge is in + Aft Access Hallway 42. + + PICARD + Data? + + Data types a bit. + + DATA + No one is lying down, sir, but a + large group of people is assembled + in one area. + + PICARD + Picard to LaForge. Geordi, what's + your situation? + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Geordi is surrounded by about a dozen people, a + different group than outside Picard's quarters. He is + unsuccessfully attempting to push his way through + clasped arms. There are angry shouts. + + PROTESTOR #1 + Fascist! + + PROTESTOR #2 + Killer! + + GEORDI + Not good, Captain. I'm trying to + work my way through a crowd... + + Geordi is hit, probably accidentally. + + GEORDI (CONT'D) + Oof! + + + INT. BRIDGE + + PICARD + Worf, send a security detail. Get + LaForge to Engineering. Stun the + protesters if need be. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + + Worf begins tapping keys, then suddenly reacts to a + display. + + WORF (CONT'D) + Sir! We have just been scanned! + + Riker reacts, Picard stands. + + PICARD + Data? + + DATA + Confirmed. A wormhole is forming to + starboard. + + PICARD + Shields up. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + + PICARD + Status of the security team? + + WORF + (beat, shamed) + Delayed. + + + EXT. SPACE + + A Tholian ship rams through the wormhole and steers + towards the Enterprise. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + DATA + The Tholian ship has cleared the + wormhole. + + PICARD + Defensive fire only. + + DATA + Another wormhole is forming to port. + + PICARD + The security team? + + WORF + Still delayed. + + Picard makes a quick decision. + + PICARD + Picard to Transporter Room. Beam + LaForge directly to Engineering. + Now! + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + Considerably battered, Geordi continues to push his way + through. + + GEORDI + Let me _throu--_ + + He beams out. + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi beams in, finishing his push against nothing. + + He regains his balance and heads for a console. + + GEORDI + Engineering to Bridge. LaForge + here, Captain. Give me five + minutes. + + + EXT. SPACE + + The second Tholian ship has just emerged from the + wormhole and both turn towards the Enterprise. + + The Tholians fire, but their shots are absorbed by the + shields. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The ships shakes slightly. + + PICARD + Pericles Evasion. Worf, a photon + torpedo between them. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Enterprise launches a photon torpedo directly + between the Tholian ships, and it explodes as both + ships veer off in opposite directions. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + PICARD + LaForge! + + GEORDI'S COM VOICE + Almost! + + WORF + Sir! The Tholians are forming a + Web! + + + EXT. SPACE + + The two Tholian ships have moved next to each other, + directly in front of the Enterprise. Suddenly, they + begin moving away from each other, the space between + them growing murky and distorted. The ships begin to + arc around the Enterprise, intending to surround it. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + PICARD + LaForge! + + + INT. ENGINEERING + + Geordi finishes his work. + + GEORDI + Done! + + + INT. BRIDGE + + PICARD + Warp one, any heading! + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Enterprise stretches out and disappears. + + The Web being formed collapses and the two Tholian ships + warp out after the Enterprise. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + WORF + The Tholians are in pursuit. + + PICARD + Continual fire of aft photon + torpedoes, random dispersal. + + WORF + Aye, sir. + + + EXT. SPACE + + Photons jet out of the back of the Enterprise. + + The Tholian ships attempt to dodge the explosions, but + eventually give up and drop pursuit. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + WORF + They have dropped out of warp, + Captain. + + Picard is very, very stern. + + PICARD + (to Susan) + Continue evasive course, Ensign. + + Riker approaches Picard. + + RIKER + Shall I have Jennings arrested? + + Picard thinks for a moment. + + PICARD + No... + + RIKER + Something has to be done, sir. + + PICARD + Something will be done, Number One. + + + EXT. ENTERPRISE + + The ship is in warp, the port nacelle still dark. + Several hours have gone by. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + PICARD'S COM VOICE + Picard to Mr. Bryan Jennings. + Report to the Bridge. + + People erupt in a cheer, clapping and whistling. Bryan + smiles. He stands and walks to a comm panel. + + BRYAN + Ride got a little bumpy there, + Captain. + + PICARD'S COM VOICE + (stern) + Report to the Bridge, Mr. Jennings. + + BRYAN + That sounded like an order. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The Bridge personnel have changed. Worf is gone, + replaced by JEFFERSON at Tactical. A SUPERNUMERARY + works at Conn and Data fills Ops. Riker and Picard + stand. + + Picard grits his teeth. + + PICARD + (overemphasized) + Please come to the Bridge. + + BRYAN'S COM VOICE + I won't be alone, Captain. The + Citizens' Committee will be with me. + + PICARD + So be it. + + + INT. CORRIDOR + + The members of the Citizens' Committee stand to join + Bryan. + + BRYAN + This, my friends, is the first day + of the future. + + He and the Committee exit. + + + INT. BRIDGE + + The Aft Turbolift opens and Bryan and the Committee step + out. + + BRYAN + Captain. + + Picard whirls on Bryan. + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings, you have made running + this ship an impossibility. Your + "passive resistance" very nearly + cost everybody aboard their lives. + + Bryan is a little taken aback, but recovers quickly. + + BRYAN + Come now, Captain. That's being a + little dramatic, isn't it? + (beat) + But then I wouldn't know. Civilians + aren't allowed to know when their + lives are in danger. + + Picard fumes. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + You know what we want, Captain. I + don't see that there's anything + wrong with wanting to have the power + to control our own lives. + + Picard nods. + + PICARD + Indeed. And you shall have it. You + have made the situation completely + intolerable. I forfeit control of + the Enterprise to you. + + Bryan really didn't expect this. He's taken completely + by surprise. Riker appears to be. + + BRYAN + You what? + + RIKER + Sir? + + Picard ignores both Bryan and Riker. + + PICARD + Number One, brief the... Citizens' + Committee. Good-bye, Mr. Jennings. + + Picard walks stiffly to the Aft Turbolift and exits. + + Jennings stares at Riker, stunned. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF ACT FOUR + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + + "Chain of Command" + + ACT FIVE + + + INT. BRIDGE + + Bryan and the Citizens' Committee are all staggered. + Riker glowers. + + BRYAN + Well... Uh... Riker, does this + mean I... I mean we, are in charge? + Officially? + + Riker looks at Bryan with contempt. + + RIKER + It means, Mr. Jennings, that you and + your Citizens' Committee are now in + command of this ship. + + BRYAN + But... But if Picard resigns, + shouldn't command fall to you? + + RIKER + Data. + + Data is puzzled. + + DATA + Sir? + + RIKER + The regulation regarding a captain's + abdication. + + DATA + Yes, sir. + (turns to Bryan) + Within certain restrictions, a + captain may temporarily relinquish + command to whomever he wishes. + + BRYAN + Temporarily? + + + DATA + Yes, sir. The decision can only be + made in crisis situations, and can + be countermanded by any Starfleet + officer who outranks the captain. + + RIKER + Until we re-enter Federation + territory and establish sub-space + communication... you are in charge. + + Bryan begins to recover -- he's won. + + BRYAN + (to himself) + I had no idea that it would be so + simple. I mean, I'd read about it, + but it actually happened... + (beat, to Riker) + Re-enter Federation territory? + + RIKER + The Enterprise is currently in + Tholian space. The odds are that + there are Tholian ships out there, + right now, trying to find us. Shall + I call the Captain? + + BRYAN + What? No. Of course not. The + citizens are in charge, now. We'll + do things my way. + (barks out an order) + Fill us in on the details of this + mission, Mr. Riker. + + Riker sets his jaw. + + RIKER + We're on a rescue mission. The + Tholians surprised us while we were + retrieving the crew of a damaged + ship. + + BRYAN + That's-- + + RIKER + --what happened to the civilians. + + BRYAN + Why are we still here? + + RIKER + Our warp drive was damaged during + the battle. We can barely hold warp + one. + + Bryan understands now. + + BRYAN + If you had just told us... + + RIKER + It's a Starfleet secret. + + Bryan explodes. + + BRYAN + Don't give me that! All of this + could have been avoided if-- + + JEFFERSON + Sir! We have just been scanned! + + RIKER + Damn. + + BRYAN + What? + + RIKER + They've found us again. Data, begin + defensive postu-- + + BRYAN + Hey! I'm in charge here. + (he indicates Council) + We're in charge. + + RIKER + You're kidding. + + BRYAN + No, I'm not. We fought hard for + this. + + RIKER + You don't know what you're doing! + + BRYAN + One more outburst from you, Riker, + and I'll have you removed from the + Bridge! If I need your advice, I'll + ask. Otherwise, keep your mouth + shut. + + RIKER + Jennings... + + A warning sound begins. + + DATA + Readings show a wormhole has opened + in our path. + + BRYAN + (to Riker) + Wormhole? + + RIKER + It's how the Tholians travel! + + Bryan looks a little nervous. + + BRYAN + OK. Uh, prepare to fire. + + Riker steps quickly toward Bryan. + + RIKER + You can't do that! + + BRYAN + Why not? + + DATA + Sensors indicate a Tholian ship has + emerged from the wormhole. + + RIKER + Right now, all we've done is angered + the Tholians by trespassing into + their space. But destroying a + Tholian ship would lead to war. You + _can't_. + + BRYAN + Uh... + + JEFFERSON + The Tholians are firing! + + Bryan's eyes go wide. + + BRYAN + Uh... + + A photon torpedo comes blazing straight toward the + viewscreen. It hits. Some lights go out, others blink + on and off, alert sounds are heard, and a few fuses blow + -- the ship, however, does not shake. + + DATA + Readings show we have dropped out of + warp. + + JEFFERSON + Moderate damage to secondary hull, + sir. Casualty reports coming in. + + Bryan is stunned. + + BRYAN + There were casualties? + + On the viewscreen, the Tholian ship loops towards the + Enterprise. + + JEFFERSON + The Tholians are firing again! + + Phasers lash at the ship. More lights go out. Sparks + fly. A low rumble begins and builds. + + BRYAN + What's going on? + + The rumble gets louder, followed by a horrible + explosion. The ship still does not shake. + + BRYAN + What was _that_? + + RIKER + Computer, reverse angle on the + viewscreen! + + The viewscreen changes to a view back over the spine of + the Enterprise. The remains of a warp nacelle can be + seen spiraling off into space as fires and small + explosions run up and down along the strut. + + There is stunned silence for a moment. + + BRYAN + Oh, my God... + + DATA + Readings show complete destruction + of all propulsion systems and a + primary hull breach in Engineering. + + RIKER + Bridge to Engineering! Geordi! + + Static plays for a moment. + + JEFFERSON + The Tholians are requesting + communication. + + Bryan still stares horrified at the viewscreen. + + JEFFERSON + Sir? + + BRYAN + What? Oh! Yes. Yes! + + The viewscreen switches to the face of the Tholian + captain. + + THOLIAN + Federation ship, this space is + claimed by the Tholian Assembly. + You will surrender immediately or be + destroyed. + + BRYAN + Uh... Look, can't we talk about + this? This whole thing has been a + mistake. + + THOLIAN + Surrender immediately. + + BRYAN + Listen to me. We apologize. If you + would just let us go, we promise-- + + The communications channel closes. + + JEFFERSON + They've cut communications, sir. + Their phasers are powering up. + + Again, Bryan panics. + + BRYAN + Get them back! Get them back! + + JEFFERSON + Channel open. + + BRYAN + We surrender! + + Riker jumps up out of his chair. + + RIKER + You can't do that! + + JEFFERSON + (to Bryan) + No response, sir. + + BRYAN + (to Riker, almost + pleading) + Riker, there's got to be a way to + let them know that we'll surrender. + + RIKER + We can't surrender. + + BRYAN + Why not? + + RIKER + You say you're representing the + people of this starship. Does that + mean that when you say you're + willing to taken prisoner, you're + speaking for everyone? + + BRYAN + I don't... Of course not. + (turns to Committee) + Should we surrender? + + The Committee collectively takes a step back. They're + more overwhelmed by all this than Bryan is. + + QUAN + We, uh... We can't speak for the + whole ship. It wouldn't be fair. + + BRYAN + You're right. We need to have a + vote. + + A warning sound turns Bryan's attention back to Ops. + + DATA + Readings show another Tholian ship + is entering scanner range. + + BRYAN + What does that mean? + + RIKER + They know we're wrecked. They're + probably planning on towing us back + home, taking us all prisoner and + stripping the Enterprise for its + technology. + + BRYAN + So what do we do? + + Riker stares at Bryan. + + RIKER + You're asking my advice? + + BRYAN + Dammit, Riker! What? + + RIKER + I recommend self-destruction. + + BRYAN + What? + + RIKER + Self-destruction. It's the only + option left. + + BRYAN + No. Uh-uh. That's ridiculous. I + can't order the death of everyone on + board! + (beat) + Mr. Data, do you have a + recommendation? + + Data looks at Riker quickly, then back at Bryan. + + DATA + No, sir, I do not. + + Bryan starts to speak several times, pulling up short. + He knows he's out of options and begins to try to + justify himself. + + BRYAN + The only reason I started this whole + thing was to get control of our + lives! It was for Richard! It + wasn't supposed to happen like this! + The only reason we tried to... _do_ + any of this was to know what was + going on. We just wanted to know... + + Riker is bitter and ironic. + + RIKER + Was it worth it? + + There is another warning sound. Data turns around to + look at Bryan and Riker. + + DATA + Readings indicate that the Tholians + have locked on tractor beams and are + towing us. + (to Bryan) + Your orders, sir? + + Bryan is dazed, confused, and lost. + + BRYAN + I... uh... + + DATA + Sir? + + Bryan sits heavily into the captain's chair, his head + held in his hands. He is completely miserable. + + BRYAN + Self-destruct. + (beat) + Self-destruct. + + + INT. BATTLE BRIDGE + + A tight shot of Picard's face pulls back to reveal Worf + at Tactical, a supernumerary at Ops, and Susan at Conn. + Picard has been running the ship during the duration and + the events on the Main Bridge were viewscreen graphics, + rigged panels and rehearsed officers -- for Bryan's + benefit. + + PICARD + Status? + + SUSAN + We'll be entering Federation space + in sixteen minutes, twenty seconds, + Captain. + + PICARD + (to Worf) + Any sign of Tholian pursuers? + + WORF + No, sir. + + PICARD + Plot a direct course for Starbase + 2-0-9, Ensign. + + SUSAN + Aye, sir. Course laid in. + + PICARD + Engage. + + + EXT. SPACE + + The Enterprise zooms by at warp, both nacelles intact, + the left one still dark. + + + FADE TO: + + EXT. STARBASE 2-0-9 + + The Enterprise is docked at the Starbase, work crews + repairing the damaged port nacelle. + + + INT. READY ROOM + + The chime rings. + + PICARD + Come. + + The door opens and Bryan steps into the room. + + BRYAN + Captain. + + PICARD + Mr. Jennings. + + BRYAN + I'll be leaving the ship soon, and + I... I wanted to apologize. I let + myself get carried away, caught up + in what I believe. + + PICARD + You needn't apologize for believing + what you do, Mr. Jennings. I have + seen many philosophies worse than + yours. + + BRYAN + I could have killed everybody on + board... + + PICARD + Indeed, and hopefully you've + profited from the experience. The + world is not made up of moral black + and whites, Mr. Jennings. A little + authoritarianism is sometimes... + necessary. + + Bryan stands silently for a moment. They stare at each + other. + + BRYAN + (quietly) + No, Captain. I think you're wrong. + + Picard's jaw tightens. + + PICARD + Good-bye, Mr. Jennings. + + Bryan turns and leaves. Long shot on Picard, deep in + thought. + + + INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS + + Susan is in a Starfleet uniform. Bryan is packed and + ready to leave. + + BRYAN + I love you, Susan. + + Susan stands silently, facing away from Bryan. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Dammit, Susan. Don't let it end + like this. I made a mistake. I + regret it. What else can I do? + + Susan still doesn't acknowledge him. + + BRYAN (CONT'D) + Susan! + + She turns towards him. + + SUSAN + What else can you do? Bryan, don't + you see? You're like a child, + seeing things in the shadows. + Captain Picard is no more a tyrant + than you're a liberator. + + Bryan's anger boils over for just a second. + + BRYAN + Picard-- + + SUSAN + --is a good man. The kind of man I + used to think you were. He's + practical, Bryan, and he knows where + the real world starts. That's + something you need to learn. + + Bryan looks around and sighs. + + BRYAN + You're really going with them. + + SUSAN + Yes. I am. + + Bryan picks up a few bags and heads to the door. He + crosses the threshold and turns. + + BRYAN + I love you, Susan. + + The door closes between them. + + SUSAN + I love you, too. + + FADE OUT. + + + END OF ACT FIVE + + + THE END + +-- + Jason Snell / jsnell@ucsd.edu / Ashamed owner of a Communication BA! + InterText - A Net Fiction Magazine - ASCII or PostScript - Mail me for info! + "What do you think, sirs?" -- "Push the button, Frank..." --MST3K + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chrono.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chrono.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0d7679d6 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/chrono.txt @@ -0,0 +1,403 @@ +A Star Trek chronology according to +the stardates from the log entries +of the original episodes, the animated +series, the motion pictures, the comics +from DC and Marvel, the novels from +Pocket Books, and the Next Generation +episodes. + +by Scott Sorrell (73307,1400) + + +Voyage Stardate +-------------------------------------------------------- +My Enemy, My Ally 0304.6 +The Magicks of Megas-Tu 1254.4 +All Those Years Ago.... 1278.40 +Uhura's Story 1297.8 +Where No Man Has Gone Before 1312.4 +Mudd's Women 1329.1 +The Corbomite Maneuver 1512.2 +The Man Trap 1531.1 +Charlie X 1533.6 +The Enemy Within 1672.1 +The Naked Time 1704.2 +Balance of Terror 1709.1 +The Squire of Gothos 2124.5 +Rules of Engagement 2213.5 +Patterns of Force 2534.0 +What Are Little Girls Made Of? 2712.4 +Miri 2713.5 +Dagger of the Mind 2715.1 +The Conscience of the King 2817.6 +The Galileo Seven 2821.5 +Court-Martial 2947.3 +Uhura's Song 2950.3 +The Menagerie 3012.4 +Catspaw 3018.2 +Shore Leave 3025.3 +Arena 3045.6 +The Alternative Factor 3087.6 +Tomorrow is Yesterday 3113.2 +Vicious Circle 3114.1 +Web of the Romulans 3125.3 +The City on the Edge of Forever 3134.0 +Space Seed 3141.9 +The Return of the Archons 3156.2 +Practical Joker 3183.3 +A Taste of Armageddon 3192.1 +The Devil in the Dark 3196.1 +Errand of Mercy 3198.4 +The Gamesters of Triskelion 3211.7 +Metamorphosis 3219.4 +Operation: Annihilate 3287.2 +Amok Time 3372.7 +This Side of Paradise 3417.3 +The Changeling 3451.9 +Who Mourns for Adonais? 3468.1 +The Deadly Years 3478.2 +Friday's Child 3497.2 +A Small Matter of Faith 3547.2 +Wolf in the Fold 3614.9 +Obsession 3619.2 +Tomorrow is Yesterday 3708.2 +The Apple 3715.0 +Journey to Babel 3842.3 +The Argon Affair 3847.5 +Spock Must Die 4011.9 +Bread and Circuses 4040.7 +Slaver Weapon 4187.3 +The Doomsday Machine 4202.9 +A Private Little War 4211.4 +The Immunity Syndrome 4307.1 +Elaan of Troyius 4372.5 +Corona 4380.4 +Spectre of the Gun 4385.3 +I, Mudd 4513.3 +The Galactic Whirlpool 4520.0 +The Trouble with Tribbles 4523.3 +A Piece of the Action 4598.0 +By Any Other Name 4657.5 +The Klingon Gambit 4720.1 +Battlestations 4720.2 +The Ultimate Computer 4729.4 +Return to Tomorrow 4768.3 +Mutiny on the Enterprise 4769.1 +The Paradise Syndrome 4842.6 +Double, Double 4925.2 +Mudd's Passion 4978.5 +The Entropy Effect 5001.1 +And the Children Shall Lead 5027.3 +The Enterprise Incident 5031.3 +The Abode of Life 5064.4 +The Empath 5121.0 +The Survivor 5143.3 +Time Trap 5267.2 +Albatross 5275.6 +Turnabout Intruder 5298.5 +Dreams of the Raven 5302.1 +One of Our Planets is Missing 5371.3 +Yesteryear 5373.4 +More Tribbles, More Troubles 5392.4 +The Mark of Gideon 5423.4 +Spock's Brain 5431.4 +For the World is Hollow + and I Have Touched the Sky 5476.3 +The Lorelei Signal 5483.7 +The Ambergris Element 5499.9 +The Eye of the Beholder 5501.2 +Black Fire 5505.6 +Beyond the Farthest Star 5521.3 +The Infinite Vulcan 5554.4 +The Terratin Incident 5577.3 +Once Upon a Planet 5591.2 +Is There in Truth No Beauty? 5630.7 +Jihad 5683.1 +The Tholian Web 5693.4 +Wink of an Eye 5710.5 +Whom Gods Destroy 5718.3 +The Lights of Zetar 5725.3 +Let That Be Your Last Battlefield 5730.2 +Plato's Stepchildren 5784.0 +The Cloudminers 5818.4 +The Way to Eden 5832.3 +Requiem for Methuselah 5843.7 +The Savage Curtain 5906.4 +All Our Yesterdays 5943.7 +Pawns and Symbols 5960.2 +The Final Voyage 5996.5 +How Sharper Than a Serpent's Tooth 6063.4 +The Cry of the Onlies 6118.2 +Yesterday's Son 6324.09 +The Pirates of Orion 6334.1 +Like A Woman Scorned 6352.4 +Vulcan 6451.3 +The Starless World 6527.5 +Chekov's Choice 6714.3 +Spock,Messiah 6720.8 +The Counter-Clock Incident 6770.3 +Perry's Planet 6827.3 +Death's Angel 6914.6 +The Lost Years 6987.31 +Mindshadow 7003.4 +Bem 7403.6 +Star Trek: The Motion Picture 7412.6 +The Haunting of Thallus 7416.2 +Spock's World 7416.664 +The Haunting of the Enterprise 7417.4 +The Enterprise Murder Case 7420.1 +Crisis on Centaurus 7513.5 +The Trellisane Confrontation 7521.6 +The Expansionist Syndrome 7523.5 +Experiment in Vengeance 7641.8 +Domain of the Dragon God 7673.6 +The Covenant of the Crown 7815.3 +Deep Domain 7823.6 +The Long Night's Dawn 8124.5 +Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan 8130.3 +Retrospect 8140.1 +The Wormhole Connection 8141.5 +The Only Good Klingon 8149.2 +Errand of War 8150.7 +Deadly Allies 8151.7 +Mortal Gods 8163.5 +Who is...Enigma? 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I am sending this +as my very last message this year to this board. Any coments should be +sent to my e-mail address. I should have enough space for a bunch of +short comments. + +Hope ye like it. + +############################################################################### +# + + + + Scene: Outside shot of the Enteprise orbiting a red orange planet. + + Picard voice over: Captains Log Stardate 60107.4023. We have just finshed +repairing the damage to science station on Seemu 3 and are proceeding to leave +orbit for a rondeavouz with the Hood. I am hopeful that our journey will go +without interuption for my crew has earned a rest. + + Scene: Main bridge. Worf is at tactical, Riker is in his chair. Troi is in +hers', wearing her blue dress uniform. Data has navigation and Wes is at the +con. Several nameless ensigns are at the stations behind tactical. The +captian enters from his ready room. + + Riker stands: We are ready to leave orbit sir, just waiting for your +command. + + Picard, sitting in his command chair: Ensign Crusher plot a course heading +345.8 by 764.3. Warp 4. + + Wes: Course set and laid in sir. + + Picard:Engage. Number one you have the bridge, I will be in my quarters. + + Riker: Can't wait to finish that book, eh captain. + + Picard: Yes Will, I just love Shakespeare. I am just finishing with Hamlet +right now. I can't wait to see how Ophelia reacts to the news of her fathers +death at Hamlets hands. + + Nameless Ensign #1: She kills herself. + + Picard: What? + + Nameless Ensign #1: She kills herself, goes batty and thinks shes a fish. + It's all very beautiful. (He turns around, it is Q) At least thats what I've +been told. + + Picard: Q. + + Cut to opening. + + Picard voice over: Space the final frontier. These are the voyages of the +Starship Enterprise. It's ongoing mission to explore strange new +civilizations, to . To boldly go where no one has gone before. + + Lots of nifty space shots, and the Enterprise zooming all over the place. + + Commercial- + + Scene: Outer shot of the Enterprise in warp. Title in the upper right +corner. ATW-Q. + + Picard: Q. + + Q: Pi-card. + + Riker: What the hell do want Q? + + Q: Commander Riker, still the silver tongue aren't we. + + Picard: Q! What are you doing here. I thought you out exploring dead +civilizations with Vash. + + Q: She got, well, upset when I brought an extinct lifeform back into +existence and it mauled a team of archeologist. So I left her there to help +them patch things up. What have you been up to to Picard? Read any good +books lately? + + Data: Captain Picard was remarking on a book when you made your presence +known, and since you did comment on it you already know the answer to the +question,I do not understand your reasoning for the question. + + Q: It was a joke you insufferable android. Something you are not capable of +understanding. + + Worf: Captain, permission to escort our 'visitor' off the bridge. + + Q: Try it and end up a cow. + + Data: There are several religions where being a cow is considered an honor. + The Hindus of Earth, the Deraks of Glorfinch, the Semba of... + + Picard: Not now Mr. Data. Permission denied Mr. Worf. What is it you want +Q. + + Q: I just want to be friends, Jean-Luc. + + Riker: Sir, I say we just ignore him, maybe he'll get the hint and go away. + + Picard: I only wish we could, but I think that solution is not a +possibility. + + Q: Stop talking about me as if I'm not here, it really bugs me. Now please, +just hear me out. + + Picard: As if I could stop you. + + Worf: I could try. + + Troi: Commander, I am sensing intense hostility from Leutenient Worf. + + Picard: What is it that you are going to do to us Q. Get on with it or +leave. + + Q: Well, it has come to my attention that you don't have a firm grasp on the +interconnectedness of things. + + Riker: Just what does that mean. + + Q: It all very zen. First you have to understand the collective +unconscious. + + Wes: What's the collective unconscious. + + Data: Accessing. The collective unconscious is a term coined by Karl Jung +on twentieth century earth. The basic idea behind it is that all the +experiences of every sentient being in the universe can be accessed and used +by those who follow them. + + Wes: Oh, I may have to do an experiment on that someday. + + Q: You do that kid. I'm sure you'll find something out, or kill your mom +again. + + Wes: That was an accident, I was just trying to improve... + + Picard: Please Wes, we have more important things at hand than you. What +are you getting at Q. + + Q: Well I was trying to explain that you have no sense of continuity. Sure +you occasionally run into someone you've met before but you never see the +reprocussions of what you've done. if you did you would realize that you +should be at war with the Cardassians, after all the last time you looked they +were gearing up for a war. + + Picard: SO they thought twice about attacking us. Who would blame them. I +know how the past can come back to haunt you, look at what happened with Yar. + + Q: Yes what happened with Yar. Is her legacy dead or will her granddaughter +come back for revenge next. You know nothing of how one thing can affect an +entire civilization. + + Riker: And I suppose you are going to show us. + + Q: I had just planned on telling you but since you suggest it. Let's give it +a try. + + Q snaps his fingers, and disappears in his usual flash of light. Another +flash at each of the bridge crew disappears, except the nameless ensigns. Troi +and Wesley. + + Scene: England, 1601. Picard appears in a flash of light alone. He is +dressed in a simple frock and worn trousers, both brown. He glances around in +disaray. + + Picard: Q, where are you? What have you done? I demand that I be put back +on the Enterprise immediately. + + Wandering Person #1: Oi, mister you best not be talkin' to yerself. + Someones gonna take ya as a crazy and trow ya in da loonie bin. + + Picard: My fine man, would you care to tell me in which city I am in, and , +ah, what the date is. + + Wandering Person#1: Sure mister, yer in W England, and it's June 14 1601. + + Picard: How very interesting. Thank you. + + Scene: Roman hall. Worf appears, he is missing the head ridges. He is +wearing a white toga. A group of men are conferring near him. He slips +behind a column to conceal himself. + + Senator #1: We must strike now, for the good of the Empire. Caesar must +die. + + Senator #2: We must be unanimous, are ye with us Brutus. + + Brutus: I...I do not know. Caesar is my friend, he has put his trust in me. + I cannot betray that. + + Senator #1: The good of the Roman Empire comes before any one man, even +Caesar. + + Brutus: True, but is it necessary to...k...k...kill him. Could we not try +to reason with him. Show him he is hurting the Empire. He would listen. + + Senator #3: Caesar is not the man we once knew. His mind has changed since +he has gotten power over the entire Empire. + + Brutus: Ai, I know what you say is truth, it is just hard to accept. I am +with you. May Caesar forgive me, I am with you. + + Scene: Lobby of some sorts, restroom signs are seen on the wall behind Riker +is dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a shirt that has a blue three +quarter sleeves on it. Several people around him are jumping around, laughing +and screaming. He looks around and sees a poster. Bette Midler at the Red +Rocks Apitheater with a large sold out sign over it. The date was Sept 14, +1973. + + Riker: Q, where the hell am I. + + Screaming Fan Boy #1: Come on man, Bette's about to come back on. + + Riker moved with the flow of the crowd toward an open ampitheater door. + + Scene: Outdoors, near a forest of some sort. Data appears wearing a pair of +overalls, a white shirt and a wide brimmed straw hat. He looks about. + + Data: Interesting. It would appear that I am now in the south France, +sometime near the end of the eighteenth century. Q must have placed me here. + I believe that the best course of action is to locate some form of shelter +and.... + + The aindroids head cocked sideways slightly. + + Data: Strange, apparently my programming cannot come up with a proper +sequence that I should follow. I shall have to run a diagnostic on them when +I get back to the ship. + + Data headed away from the forest, attempting to whistle while doing so. + + -Commercial + + Scene: England 1601. + + Picard is wandering along the street, he approaches a large building, opens +the door and enters. + + Scene: A theater of sorts. Seats are located on the upper level only. The +stage is several feet off the ground. The stage is not set at all. + + Actor #1: I don't think he's going to show today. + + Actor #2: Why not? + + Actor #1: He was having trouble with a scene. He probably is still working +on it. + + Actor#2: Well then. If he is not going to be here, what are we to do. + + Picard: Pardon me. + + Actor #1: There is no performance today good sir. You are not supposed to +be here, please leave. + + Picard: This is the Globe theater? + + Actor #2: Yes. + + Picard: Ah, then would it be possible for me to see William Shakespeare, +if it is no problem. + + Actor #3: He is not here yet, and we don't quite expect him anymore. + + Picard: Do you know where I may find him. + + Actor #1: Have you tried him rooms? + + Scene: South France. Data has taken to walking along a road. He sees a +cottage off the road and begins heading for it. He is humming. + + Scene: Enterprise Bridge. Geordi is sitting in Rikers chair. Wes is at the +con. Troi is in her chair. Dr. Crusher is standing next to Troi. Nameless +ensigns are at all other stations. The captains chair is empty. + + Troi voice over: Counselors log, supplemental. The crew is holding together +well enough, considering the chain of command has been completely obliterated. + Q has yet to resurface and offer any sort of explanation. I am most +concerned about Geordi. The mantle of command has fallen to him,and he is +very inexperienced, and worried if he will make the correct decisions. + + Geordi: Ensign Crusher, set a search pattern to search this quadrant. + Long range sensors. + + Wes: Course set and laid in, sir. + + Geordi: Engage. + + Troi: Don't worry Geordi. We'll find them soon enough. + + Geordi: But how Counsellor. Q could have sent them anywhere, and he +probably did. + + Dr. Crusher: Did Q mention anything that might give us a lead to where they +are. + + Wes: Well he was talking about zen, and unconscious and changing +civilization. + + Dr. Crusher: You don't suppose he sent them back to change history, just to +prove it can be done. + + Geordi: We don't even know if Q is capable of something like time travel. + + Troi: He has seemed confidant in his omnipotence. + + Geordi: I guess we'll just have to wait this one out. + + Scene: Roman Senate. Worf is making his way down near the floor. He walks +over to Brutus. + + Worf: You will derive no honor from this act. + + Brutus: What? I don't know you do I. + + Worf: (Shaking his head) No you do not, but I know of you and what you plan +to do. You will suffer if you go through with this treasonous act. + + Brutus: But it is for the good of the Empire, that is not treason. + + Worf: Somethings come before an Empire. Honor is one of them. You will be +dishonored. + + Worf turns and walks away. Brutus turns and raises his hand, almost +shouting, but stopping. His head drops in thought. + + Scene: Red Rocks Ampitheater. Riker has just come through the doors, he can +barely hear the piano that is solely playing on the stage. The light shines +off the players white outfit. He listens. Chopins' prelude n C minor drifts +to his ears. He stops, caught up in the music. He looks up, the sky is a +deep indigo, stars gleaming. The song changes from the normal one. Rikers +attention is moved back to the stage. + + Riker: Beautiful. Beautiful music. + + Scene: Cottage in S. France. Data has arrived at the cottage. + + Data: Odd, I do not understand how I came to come to this cottage. I wonder +if this is more of Qs' doing. + + He Knocks. + + Data: Is there anyone in residence here. + + He knocks again. We hear noise from inside. The door opens a man with a red +beard is in the door. He raises his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. + + Data: Pardon me sir,... + + Van Gogh: Vincent, my name is Vincent. What is it you would be wanting of +my. Not a portrait I am sure. + + Data: No thank you. I would like (he is caught for a reason) somewhere I +could stay for the evening. I am a...traveler from far away. + + Van Gogh: You can stay on my floor if that suits you at all. + + Data: That will be acceptable, I am sure. + + Van Gogh opens the door for Data to enter. Data goes in. Van Gogh closes +the door. + + Scene: An interior room. Picard is sitting on a chair, there is one other +opposite. A desk is in the corner by the window, a stack of papers on it. + Shakespeare' voice: I hope that tea is acceptable, Jean-Luc. + + Picard: (laughing to himself) Yes tea will do quite nicely. + + Shakespeare: (entering, and sitting on the chair) I am sorry you had to go +through all the trouble of finding me. It must have been hard for you to get +here from France. + + Picard: It isn't how I got here that worries me, it's how to get back. + + Shakespeare: If you need work, I am sure the theater could use you for a few +weeks, building or something. + + Picard: No money isn't the problem, it's time. + + Shakespeare: I do not understand, do you have an engagement you have to get +to. + + Picard: Not quite, but I'll leave it at that. I wanted to ask you about your +plays, especially the new one, Hamlet. + + Shakespeare: A rather tragic tragedy. It has the makings of a very good +play. Love, betrayal, revenge and death. Lots of death. Almost everyone +died. + + Picard: But why must everyone die? Couldn't several live. + + Shakespeare: Then it wouldn't be a real tragedy. Tragedy takes place best +when there is the most at stake and all is lost. When people get pulled down +because of only a small commitment to a main character. If people believe the +small characters and they suffer, the audience suffers along with them. And +if their suffering causes a lead player to suffer, all the more it is felt by +the audience. If the audience is drawn in, then it will be a good play. Only +one or two of the smaller main characters can live, after all we need someone +who could have told the story. + + + + Scene: South France. A decent sized room with several painted canvases in +it. Data is sitting at a table with some flowers on it. Vincent brings some +wine to the table. + + Van Gogh: It gets terribly lonesome out here at time, but the quiet is good +for my work. + + Data: I find that your work is quiet, unsettleing to most people. + + Van Gogh: There is a problem. People see my work as vulgar, I see it at a +perfect chance to manipulate the world that I live in to better suit my needs. + My work is in based in reality, but I don't limit myself to it. I put down +the color I think they could be. + + Data: People have a great fear of the different, of the unknown. + + Van Gogh: True, true. If people could think like me, then maybe they could +understand what I paint. If they lived as I have lived, or knew of how I have +lived maybe they could understand what I paint. But they do not. + + Data: I wish I could. + + Van Gogh: I wish you could, also. Come sit over here, the light is much +better. + + Scene: Ancient Rome. The senate has conveened and Ceaser is down on the +floor Several senators surround him at a distance. + + Caesar:...with the aid of the people. We can drive the northerners back +north, if we are united as a people. I have let you the people appoint the +senators, and under their council I have decided that we must strike before +the barbarians. We must keep them from our homeland, we must keep the Empire +pure and strong. + + As he ends the croud cheers. Caeser gets down off the podium as the cheers +subside. The croud filters out. The senators group up. Worf can be seen +walking against the crowd, towards the floor. + + Senator #2: See Brutus, he is bringing us into a war that we have no need to +be in. We must strike now, before he can cause much damage. + + Brutus: No, I cannot allow this. I will not betray my friend. + + Senator: Then you betray your country. Come fellows, we must still strike. + + They move towards Caesar. + + Brutus: CAESAR, BEWARE. + + Senator #1 turns around, pulls a knife from his toga and stabs Brutus in the +stomach. Brutus falls. Caesar turns. + + Caesar: What treachery is this. My friend Brutus, killed before my eyes. I +swear by my soul, he shal be avenged. + + Caesar pulls a knife from beneath his toga and begins towards Senator #1. As +he passes the other senators they form a ring around him. Each pulling a +knife from their toga. + + Caesar: Tis treachery most foul. Am I to be sacrificed for the advancement +of your careers. I think not. I shall not go meekly and I shall not go +alone. + + He lunges toward Seantor #1 and cuts deply into his side. The other senators +close the circle. Worf appears and grabs one of the senators, throws him +across the room, he lands on his shoulder, he writhes in pain. Several +senators break off from the assault on Caesar to attack Worf. He dispatches +them quite easily. He picks up one of the knives and moves to aid Caesar. + Caesar has held his own fairly, two senators lie at his feet, he is bleeding +from three places. Worf wades in to the mass of senators and begins slashing, +hitting kicking and head butting anything in range. The senators break from +Caesar and concentrate on Worf. We see him cut several times. The senators +begin to fall from the combiuned assault of Worf and Caesar. When the last +one falls Worf drops his blade. Caesar puts an arm around Worf. + + Caesar: Well fought. I thank you for the aid, if not for you I would be +fallen. As is my dearest friend, Brutus. + + Worf: I could not allow such a dishonorable act to go unchallenged. I am +satisfied that we both survived. + + Caesar: I will have to be more carefull who I trust in the future. I will +have to rule with a stronger hand. If treachery as this is to be avoided. + + Caesar turns toward Brutuses' corpse. Worf disappears in a flash of light. + + Scene: Red Rocks Ampitheater. Riker is listening to the song as it comes to +a close. He begins to applaud. He disappears in a flash of light. + + -Commercial + + Scene: Bridge of the Enterprise. Same as before except Dr. Crusher is +missing. + + Geordi: I'm about ready to give up on this one. We can find no trace of the +Captian, Riker, Data or Worf. I don't think Q left any. + + Troi: Don't worry. We'll find them...eventually. + + There is a flash of light and Captian Picard, Riker, Data and Worf are all +back on the bridge, in Starfleet uniform. + + Geordi: Captian...Riker...Data...Worf...where have you been? + + Captian: Apparently Q sent us back in time. I had a most interesting +conversation with William Shakespeare. What happened to you Will? + + Riker: I went to a Bette Midler concertin 1973 where some man was playing a +most amazing song. + + Picard: Bette Midler? + + Data: Accessing. Bette Midler, a preformer during the later half of the +twentith century. I believe the man in question could be Barry Manilow. He +played on her first tour which took place in that year. + + Picard: Thank you Data, now tell us what you did. + + Data: I talked with Vincent Van Gogh, and had my portrait painted by him. + + Picard: That is spectacular, I would enjoy seeing how he painted you. + + Data: Since there is no record of it in my memory, I do not think that it +was actually painted. + + Picard: That is to bad, I am sure it was beautiful. Worf? + + Worf has taken leave of the small group and taken his post. Several wet +blood stains can be seen on his uniform. + + Riker: Worf, your bleeding. + + Picard taps his communicator. + + Picard: Picard to sick bay. Dr Crusher to the bridge, medical emergency. + + Worf: I shall be fine, sir. + + Picard: How did it happen Worf? + + Geordi: Where did you go, Romulus? + + Worf: I was sent back to...Sir there is an unidentified ship approaching us +on an intercept course. Warp 7. + + Every one takes their normal positons at this time. The namless ensigns that +are replaced move to the turbolift. + + Pircard: Estimated time to intercept. + + Worf: Sixteen miniutes, sir. + + Picard: Hail them. + + Worf: No response. + + Picard: Keep hailing them, Leutenant. Sugestions Number one? + + Riker: Shields up and arm phasers. + + PIcard: Make it so. + + Worf: Shields up, pharsers are armed and ready. + + Dr. Cruher arrives in the turbolift. + + Dr. Crusher: It's good to see you again, Jean-Luc. Which one is my patient. + + Picard: Lt. Worf. + + Dr. Crusher goes over to examine him, popping the scanner from the medical +tricorder she carries. + + Dr. Crusher: What happened to you Worf, you have several broken bones, +multiple cuts and quite a few abrasions. + + Worf: I will be fine Dr. Crusher, please leave me to my duty. + + Dr. Crusher: As cheif medical oficer I order you to report to sick bay. + + Picard: Go down to sick bay Worf. We need you in top condition A.S.A.P. + + Worf: ...Yes, sir. + + Worf and Dr. Crusher leave in the turbolift. Riker takes tactical. + + Data: Time till intercept is now ten miniutes forty seconds. + + Picard: Any respone to our hails. + + Riker: None, sir. The other ship has power to weapons and shields. Sir, it +looks like one of ours. + + Picard: On screen. + + The ship appears to be similar in design to a Galaxy class, except it is +larger, and has a more foward tilt to it. + + Data: Time to intercept four miniutes sixteen seconds. + + Picard: Slow to impulse. + + Riker: Sir they are hailing us. + + Picard: On screen. + + The other ship is set just like the Enterprise. The Captian is seated in his +chair. He is in his late thirties, short brown hair. + + Picard: I am Captian Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. What is it +you want from us. + + Captian: I am Captian Marc Fredrickson of the Starship Guenivere. Either +surrender yourselves to the Empire, or be destroyed. + + Picard: Empire, what Empire? + + Captian: The Galactic Roman Empire. + + Picard: The empire fell a milenia ago. What is it you really want? + + Captian: I will not repeat this again. Either surrunder your ship, or be +destroyed. + + Picard: I will not give up my ship to an Empire that does not exist. + + Captian: Have it your way. + + The viewscreen switches back to a shot of the enemy ship. It begins moving. +A volley of photon torpeedoes fly out from it and hit the Enterprise. The +ship rocks violently. + + Picard: Evasive manuvers Alpha six. Status Number one. + + Riker: Shiels are at eibghty four percent. No damage. + + Picard: Fire at will, attempy to disable it before destroyong it. + + Riker: Aye, sir. Phasers fired. + + A beam of red light stabbed out at the other ship, but was absorbed by it's +shield. The ship reciprocated the attack. + + Riker: Shields at fifty four percent. There in damage to decks thirty five +and seventeen. Evacuating and sealing them off. + + Another volley hits the Enterprise. + + Riker: Sir, we've practically lost shields. I propose we try warp out of +here and repair the damage. + + Picard: I don't think they are going to let us just go like that. + + Riker: We cloud sepatate the saucer section, at least we could save some of +the crew. + + Picard: Make it so. + + Riker taps his communicator. + + Riker: This is Commander Riker. All hand prepare for an emergency saucer +section separation. I repeat all hand prepare for an emergency saucer +separation. + + Everyone begins to shuffle about, Picard, Data and Riker head for the Turbo +lift. + + Picard: Will, you stay here. You are needed. + + Riker: It has been a pleasure, sir. + + Picard: For me too, Will. + + The turbolift doors slide shut. + + Riker walks to the center of the bridge. + + Riker: Ensign crusher set a course fro Starbase 125. + + Wes: Course set and laid in, sir. + + Riker: Wait for my order, then punch us out of here at Warp 9. + + Picard Voice over: Number one, commander Data and I are ready when ever you +are. + + Riker: Initiate saucer separation seq.. + + A fourth volley of photon torpeedoes slammed through the shields and into the +side of the Enterprise. + + Riker: Separate the saucer, NOW. + + Wes: Saucer separated. + + Riker: Engage. + + Geordi: Sorry sir, but we've lost warp engines. We're sitting ducks. + + Riker: Then all we can do is pray for a miracle. + + The fifth folley cut the antimatter containment field to shreds. There was a +large flash of light. + + + + The End + + + + + \ +\enddata{text,17149788} + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cloaking.dev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cloaking.dev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6d9171d7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cloaking.dev @@ -0,0 +1,381 @@ +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek.tech +From: wtm@cck.coventry.ac.uk (NOMAD........) +Subject: Cloaking Devices...just an idea?? +Message-ID: +Organization: U.N.C.L.E. +Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1993 11:07:20 GMT +Lines: 374 + + DISCUSSION OF STAR TREK CLOAKING DEVICES + + This is a vague attempt to explain observed phenomena of Romulan and +Klingon Cloaking devices. For reference I have taken these phenomena from +STAR TREK Classic series, including films and from STAR TREK:TNG. I have +also used the STAR TREK:TNG Technical Manual. Any material within double +asterisks (**) is NOT AT ALL OFFICIAL. Basically, it has been thrown in to +rationalise the theory. + All ideas were bounced around within a dedicated panel of Treknicians, +including two Physicists, a Chemist and a Mathematician, with the aid of +three ST:TNG Tech Manuals, two VCRs, a large collection of video footage, +and a particle in a pear tree ... + +Chief cloaking device Treknician (Liverpool University) : CJ Moseley +Assistance provided by: AJL Brown, PA Kelleher, DL Oldroyd + +( Reachable at u2ajlb@uk.ac.liverpool.compsci. Mark fao CJM). +( or wtm@uk.ac.cov.cck Wayne aka NOMAD ) + + + ESSENTIAL CLOAKING DEVICE MECHANICS + + History: + + The cloaking device was first created by the Romulans before the +formation of Star Fleet. Certainly, by the time Star Fleet began launching +deep space missions, the Romulans had perfected the original design for the +cloaking device. This early version could only fool limited sensor readings +and visual observation. + Sometime later the Romulans and Klingons entered a period of trade +(or mutual theft) and the Klingons received a new version of the cloaking +device (Klingon: So'wI'). This version could effectively cloak all +electromagnetic radiation except for Gamma rays, which could penetrate + the cloak because of the high energy of the photons. +First contact: Stardate: 1709.1 TOS "Balance of Terror" + Third generation cloaking devices have been common on Romulan and +Klingon craft for over eighty years. The first recorded sighting was by +Captain James Tiberius Kirk, who later stole such a craft (a Klingon Bird of +Prey) and crashed it in San Francisco Bay. Current technology is based upon +this design with some refinements. + + Basic Theorem ... + + The ship generates a gravitational distortion that causes +electromagnetic radiation to curve halfway around the ship before escaping. + + + Extended Theorem Discussion ... + + In discussion of the extended theorem it is necessary for us to use an +example ship with the modelling of the mechanics involved. + Two craft readily suggest themselves; the Klingon 'Bird Of Prey' + or toQDuj (although also used by Romulans) and the Romulan 'Warbird', + although these craft tend to use slightly different technology, as will + be seen. + + In discussing cloaking technology it is necessary to discuss +gravitational theorem in general. + + Gravitational Theorem In Brief ... + + The so called force of gravity is in fact, as has been known for some +time, a distortion of spacetime about (in general) a mass. It is possible, +however, to create an artificial distortion and hence artificial gravity. + Light always travels in straight lines. If, however, space is bent by +a 'mass' (or virtual mass) then light will appear to bend, as far as the +observer is concerned. This phenomenon is most visible in the accretion +discs of black holes, where light can be made to orbit a black hole, just +above the event horizon. + It is obvious, then, that by bending space around a spacecraft, the +light can also be made to bend, and by this method the vessel can be made +to vanish. + + Gravity Generators or Virtual Mass Projectors + + The Federation has had gravity generators on board most craft since +slightly before contact with the Vulcans. The theory of gravity generators +is that since spacetime is quantized, a particle, the graviton, represents +the distortion of space through one quantum "distance". + Generation of gravitons is possible by rapidly oscillating a +superconductor generating an electromagnetic wave across a dielectric, +creating a virtual mass. This will distort spacetime as is required. The +only major limiting effect is the gravitational constant G, which is +essentially a measure of the elasticity of space. + + Now, although theoretically invisible, the ship would be traceable +because of the gravitational distortion. This can, however, be overcome. +The virtual mass projectors can be used to create an area of null gravity, +either side of the virtual mass (in fact, a virtual "antimass" that bends +space back to normal). + + Mapping To Create Cloaking Devices + + The distortion would use the mass of the body to amplify the effect +to a given range, theoretically allowing any sized vessel to be cloaked, +although this is not practically true because of devastating spatial ripple +effects. + + Tuning Of Cloaking Devices For A Specific Ship + + It should be noted that the energy holding a virtual mass in place +has a certain frequency, at which the cloaking device resonates. +This frequency has to be calculated carefully so that the ship it is +attached to amplifies the cloak, making it more energy efficient, thereby +enabling the cloak to wavemap about the ship by careful interference control. +The frequency is also determined by the amount of time the cloak can distort +space beyond the normal parameters of the gravitational constant G. + Careful tuning involves compensating for the ship's exact mass and all +forces acting on the ship. Only by complete dedication of all non-essential +processors can ship board computers normally handle this. + + Cloaking Ships. + + A modern active Cloaking device has at least two known settings, +possibly switching switching between states: + + Spherical Cloaking Mode. + + On this setting the cloak is generated at a constant distance from the +centre of the amplifying mass. This distance is controllable up to a +certain distance, and extended beyond this distance the cloak chaotically +collapses. This setting is intended for use during warp travel, whereby +the cloak surrounds the warp fields and effectively cloaks them also. The +cloaking device also behaves as a snowplough, compressing and forcing +aside interstellar gas, dust and micrometeors. Power expenditure increases +rapidly, because the ship's mass decreases as warp ten is approached (The +Romulan Warbird in "Tin Man" burnt out its generators attempting to remain +cloaked at high warp). + The spherical cloaking mode produces a noticeable distortion of visible +light. This is because the field behaves as a lens, focusing light in +places and diffusing it in others, this is especially noticable as the cloak +engages and as the ship uncloaks (the noticable shimmering, and the blurred, +moving stars so often seen). + + Wavemapped Cloaking Mode. + + On this setting the cloak is generated at a constant distance from the +surface of a mass. On a ship with a finely tuned cloaking device, it is +possible to have the cloak set to extend no more than five centimetres; on +a very well tuned vessel less than thirteen millimetres (A cloak at this +level of tuning can not be detected by visual distortion except when +cloaking or uncloaking). Constant computer monitoring is required at this +level, and cannot be performed at warp. Since the cloak would not in fact +extend beyond the warp fields, however, this would make no difference, since +the warp fields themselves would be traceable. + Wavemapped cloaking cannot be instantly disengaged, because of the +complexity of the field geometry. Instead the cloak should be carefully +powered down to avoid destruction of the cloaking device or possibly the +ship (Although the Mk 4 device may be capable of this, data is inconclusive). + In an atmosphere, gas will get trapped inside the cloak if wavemapped. +This will mean physical attacks on the cloak will be transmitted as sound +to the hull and back (making a nice "metallic" ringing). + + Cloaking Devices and Tactical Operations + + Shields + + Because of the nature of the spatial distortion of a cloaking device, it +cannot be raised at the same time as deflector shields, which operate by +distorting both space and sub-space. + + Phasers + + It is possible for finely tuned, or wide beam, phasers to penetrate a +cloak from outside. Firing phasers out, however, is a far greater problem, +since a phaser would half orbit around the inside of the cloak and result +in an attack from a diametrically opposite point i.e. you would shoot +yourself. Theoretically it is possible to open an interference 'window' as +below. Unfortunately, due to the nature of phasers, they are tuned to the +same frequency as the power supply. This means that when cloaks are +operational and the power is tuned, the phasers can't shoot through the +cloak. + + Photon Torpedoes + + It is possible to open an interference 'window' in a finely tuned cloak, +so that a photon torpedo will pass through (as opposed to being crushed by +the gravitational distortion so that matter and antimatter are forced to +overlap and explosively detonate part way through the cloak). This +interference window is in fact generated by, at the moment of firing, a +second frequency added to the first. The frequencies interfere and cause a +gap to open in the cloak. Because the cloak has to be very finely tuned, +calculations are necessary to allow the ship to properly cloak after the +launch of the torpedo. These calculations cause a lag in firing, of +approximately point three four seconds before the firing, and a very slight +lag after firing before the window closes totally. This set of calculations +is very complex to program, because the mass of the ship and crew has to be +known very accurately, and so is not really used except under exceptional +circumstances (as in the historical case of the attack by a prototype Bird +Of Prey with a mk 3.2 cloaking device on the Klingon cruiser Kronos-1. +This cloaking device and ship were destroyed by Captain James T. Kirk) + + Operation Of Scanners, Transporters And Tractor Beams + + All these are possible because they are timed to work exactly out of +phase, but at the same frequency as the cloaking device. Since, however, +each ship is individually tuned and the tuning continually changes, only +that ship can 'see' through. However, limits are placed on equipment being +used through the cloak e.g. Range is quite considerably reduced on all the +systems. + External tractor beams may penetrate a cloak, but this is due to the +tractor beam having a high graviton component, and hence negates the +virtual (anti-) mass. + + Romulan Weaponry + + Romulan weaponry by its very nature requires huge power reserves, and +cloaking a vessel as large as a Warbird also requires considerable energy. +Hence the only time when Romulan Craft can raise enough power to fire and +cloak at the same time is as it drops to sublight speeds, converting +kinetic energy to electrical. However it is at precisely this moment that +the fine cloaking is most difficult to engage. On the new mk 3.3 cloak it +may be possible, but we have seen no evidence as yet. + + Effects Of Cloaking On Crew And Craft + + As a cloak engages (and possibly disengages) a spatial ripple forms +through the amplifing mass. Even on a vessel as small as a Bird Of Prey +this effect can be disasterous. + As the ripple forms, the ships inertial damping and gravity generators +attempt to respond. If the ripple is fairly limited, no real effect will +result, but, should the ripple be large, the systems will fail to +adequately compensate and the ripple will distort space. This distortion, +although small, can alter the neural pathways in the brain, effectively +rendering the crew insane, or worse. Statistically, a large enough ripple +should occur some 0.00007854% of the time, on a ship of approximately +the same mass as a Bird Of Prey. + On Romulan vessels the advanced gravity generators are programmed to +compensate for the ripple ahead of time; because of the size of a Warbird, +even a small ripple would be amplified to a state where the stresses could +destroy a ship. The computers controlling the gravity compensation on a +Warbird are directly connected to sensors around the centre of the vessel, +that then watch the ripple form and can accurately compensate for even +large ripples. + Romulan technology is not however completely infallible (despite what +the Romulans may claim), and calculations predict that Warbird crews should +be subjected to neural disturbance 0.0000001386% of all operations, with +a 0.000000000341% chance of complete structural failure due to spatial +ripple stress. + + It is precisely for this reason that The Federation has not adopted +cloaking devices on board its own vessels as standard (although a few +vessels may exist with cloaks). It is not possible for Galaxy class +vessels to withstand the stress of cloaking in any case, without a similar +method of construction to Romulan craft. Unfortunately, our warp field +mechanics suggests that such a shape and design of engine is inefficient in +comparison with Starfleet vessels. + + Detection Through Cloaks + + For a ship to be cloaked, it has to be generating power in phase with +the cloaking device. This means that leaking radiation can pass through the +cloaking device. The exact nature of the radiation depends upon the ship +type used and the exact design of cloak. Normally, uncharged neutronic +radiation is detected. However, this radiation rapidly dissipates in space, +and will probably not even pass a spherical cloak. + It is hence impossible to detect a cloaked vessel should ambient +radiation levels be high enough. However it is possible that at high +radiation levels the cloak may automatically cause spatial ripple, when +engaging and disengaging, amplifing through the energy particle medium. + We are not sure, at this time, how cloaked vessels are detected by their +allies. It is thought, perhaps, that part of the cloaking device resonates +in sympathy with another cloaked vessel making detection possible, but the +system must be specifically tuned for detection, and can only be used when +both vessels are using spherical or non-fine tuned wave mapped cloaking +modes, the fine tuned cloak being too specialized to adequately detect or +be detected by other vessels. + + The Definitive And Brief Guide To Cloaks and Cloaked Vessels + + Mk 1 (wa') Cloak: Original usage, early Warbirds only. Used E/M +shielding quite effectively to cloak only visible and near-visible radiation +Can instantaneously cloak and decloak, but had large power drainage. + Mk 2 (cha') Cloak: A major improvement on the Mk 1, this device used +E/M to cloak all other electromagnetic radiation, except high energy Gamma +rays. Can instantaneously cloak and decloak, but was remarkably inefficient. +Craft : Romulan Scouts and Warbirds, also Klingon D-7 Cruisers (qughDuj +buv D-Soch) and later the joint Romulan/Klingon scout and Bird Of Prey. +**Star Fleet did have experimental craft with this cloak for a short period, +whilst prototypes were heavily guarded, and before wide spread appearance of +Mark 3 cloaks.** + Mk 3.0 (wej-pagh) Cloak: The first gravity distorting cloak, as +described above.The early prototype craft had problems with energetic +effects occurring inside the cloak as a result of trapped spurious thermal +emissions within the cloaking field. **When these effects built up to the +point at which lasing started, massive damage was caused to several +experimental Klingon vessels (records do not mention Romulan Technology for +this period).** A stopgap defence against this effect was created by +painting the craft green. This tuned the lasing energy to a frequency where +it could leak very slowly through the cloak without revealing the ships +presence, still common practice on most cloaked vessels. + This early Mk 3 had only the spherical field setting and could not +be effectively wavemapped. It could not instantly cloak and decloak, but +saw much use on most Romulan craft and the Bird Of Prey. + Mk 3.1 (wej-wa') Cloak: This improved device featured instantaneous +propagation of the spherical cloak, and first saw use of the wavemapped +cloak. It is reported to have been used as above and as an upgraded cloak +for D-7 Cruisers. **A version was made for use on Star Fleet vessels before +the effects were entirely understood.** Green painting was generally still +necessary. + Mk 3.2 (wej-cha') Cloak: This version saw the creation of the fine +tuned Cloak. This device was perhaps first created by the Klingons, but +required large power reserves. The Romulans later reworked the idea into a +more efficient form (officially designated the Mark 3.2a). The old cloak is +still in active service on older Klingon craft. + Mk 3.2a (wej-cha'a') Cloak: Romulan reworking of the 3.2. No special +colouration of the craft was necessary because the tuning had been perfected +to a stage where laser energy could be directed to special receptors on the +ship, aiding in maintaining power reserves. The cloak is still extensively +used by Romulans and Klingons alike. + Mk 3.3 Cloak: This latest version allowed powering down of all non- +finely tuned cloaks instantly. It is only fitted, as far as is known, to +Romulan Warbirds. Klingons claim to still use the 3.2a. + Unconfirmed Mk 4 Cloak: Our agents in the Romulan Empire have leaked +news to us concerning a new cloaking device that can instantly be activated +without fear of the dangerous spatial ripple occurring. They also claim +that this device would render a ship completely undetectable. + +****For Star Fleet Archives + +Chief scientific archivist CJ Moseley + + +Further thoughts, loopholes and problems. (Errata, but nothing's gone wrong +yet...) + +If you're not sure where Starfleet use cloaking devices, see the +novelisation of STVI:TUC or the blueprints of the USS Lynx(while decloaked!) + +Writers using Mk 4 cloaks are quite welcome to it, but don't expect +us to explain it. + +Should someone decide that Federation vessels may have cloaks, they should +really be Mk 3.2a or better, so that they can still be painted white. + +Cloaked planets are silly,but not impossible.(All it should require is a +convenient geothermal power source, although huge cloaks will normally +produce defects in carbon-based lifeforms). + +Ramming ships with a cloak on should be mutually destructive. For one thing, +the computers, no matter how fast, cannot cope with a near-instantaneous +change of momentum, and the cloak will damage the rammed ship exactly like a +direct collision, as well as possibly causing all kind of buggery* to both +ships and space as things distort. +* This is a technical term meaning heavy damage. A good method for repairing +broken cloaking devices according to our Klingon technical advisor is to +inflict heavy damage upon them. + +Switching them off suddenly... Not at all advisable with anything less than +a Mk4 unless you enjoy a crew of babbling idiots. However, there's no reason +why a writer may not decide that a ship could feasibly be catapulted through +time by this method. The physics is vaguely applicable, if somewhat pear- +shaped. + +Session ends...0251 am GMT on 18th Jan 93 +Stardate: Heavily Damaged if I know... + +Chris Moseley + +........so There it is..please feel free to add stuff or to flame it on + any points that are wrong....we don't mind constructive critisism + it's the sarcastic buggers we don't like.....any more ideas would + be more than welcome.Please either post on to the network or + to the address below (please not to the one above as they have + a limited mail sys. all mail willl be handeled and answered!).. + + wtm@uk.ac.cov.cck ..well hope to hear from you soon. +-- +********************************************************* wtm.uk.ac.cov.cck +* I HAVE SEEN A VISION OF THE FUTURE AND IT WAS DARK....* "Our little group +* ....BUT THEN I TOOK MY SHADES OFF * has always been and +********************************************************* always will...." + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/clues.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/clues.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d17eac83 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/clues.rev @@ -0,0 +1,211 @@ +WARNING: The following post, like every other review I've ever written, +contains spoiler information--this time, about "Clues", this week's TNG +offering. So if you don't want to be spoiled, back off. + +In one line: Not superlative, but very nice. + +Well, after the debacle that was "Devil's Due", I feel a lot better now. It +was a fluke after all. + +First, a synopsis (maybe even a shortish one this time!): + +During a rather uneventful period, the Enterprise picks up a T Tauri star, with +a class-M planet orbiting, which is unheard-of. They go to investigate, but +apparently pass through a wormhole and are knocked unconscious. When Picard +and the crew revive, Data (who was immune) tells them it's been about thirty +seconds. They were only thrown about a day's journey away, there are no +serious injuries, and no damage, so all seems well. On Data's advice, Picard +sends a probe to check out the planet in question rather than risk the wormhole +again. The probe beams back images of a non-class-M planet, and Data suggests +that the first reading was simply a wormhole-induced glitch. The ship goes +back to its old course. + +However, this neat appearance begins to unravel. Bev finds that some samples +of moss she had incubating show roughly 24 hours' growth, not 30 seconds. Data, +when asked, suggests a rather ridiculous hypothesis which Geordi rejects (once +Picard has sent Data down to help in engineering). Picard is concerned, and +orders various other checks to begin. + +The checks turn up some startling results. Geordi finds that the chronometer +has been tampered with, and the only two people who could have done it are him +and Data. Bev finds that an ensign's circadian rhythms are way out of sync-- +clearly, she says, they were out longer than thirty seconds. Data cannot +answer these queries, and an examination by Geordi reveals nothing physically +wrong with him. Geordi then starts examining the probe, to see if _it_ was +tampered with as well. + +It gets even worse. Beverly finds that Worf's wrist has been broken and reset, +implying that not only has time passed, but that some or all of the crew were +conscious during that time. Geordi finds that the probe simply beamed back +altered library records--"stock footage" of a planet, essentially, and launches +a second probe himself. When Picard challenges Data about all this, Data says +he cannot answer the questions, but says his lack of cooperation is "not by +choice" and implies that he's doing it to protect the crew from something +worse. Finally, the second probe sends back evidence that the planet *is* +class-M, and Picard decides to head back to that system (despite a feeling that +they may face grave danger). + +As they arrive, an energy field blocks their path. It sends out a small pulse, +which does no damage, but takes over Troi's body. "Troi" then goes to Data, +sounding very upset that "the plan has failed". Data, having just been called +to the bridge, asks her to do nothing yet, saying that "it may yet be possible +to salvage the situation." When he arrives, he tells Picard that they must +leave immediately, but cannot explain why. Picard concludes that Data must +have been ordered to conceal the truth, and eventually discovers that the order +came from _him_, Jean-Luc Picard! + +Before long, the field moves toward the ship and gets through the shields. +Troi, speaking for the Paxons (a race of intense xenophobes), says that for +their knowledge of the Paxons' existence, the crew and ship must be destroyed. +Data explains, via flashback, what happened: Picard talked the Paxons (again +in Troi's body) out of destroying the ship by agreeing to erase all evidence of +this event, including everyone's short-term memory, and ordered Data never to +reveal any of it to anyone. When the Paxons claim that the plan has failed, +Picard fervently suggests that it be done _again_--this time, taking pains to +leave no clues behind. The Paxons, impressed, agree, and work commences. + +Then, Picard wakes up. Data tells him that the wormhole's influence stunned +them all, and that about thirty seconds have passed. He suggests that +returning to that system may be unsafe, and Riker suggests a probe. Picard +agrees, and issues a hazard advisory to Starfleet. Since there were few +injuries and little damage, they proceed on their way........ + +There we are. Not quite as short as I'd like, but it'll do. Anyway... + +One definite point in this show's favor--it had a lot of good mystery elements. +While I was reasonably certain not long after problems started that the planet +itself was somehow responsible, I didn't expect Data's order to have come from +Picard until very shortly before Data said so (like, within two minutes or so). +And the gradual accumulation of evidence worked very, _very_ nicely, in my +opinion. + +The plot, as I essentially said above, was very tight. There really weren't +any situations I can think of where the investigation went wrong, or left out a +move I would have considered crucial. It's almost a pity that Data was +involved in it on the wrong side, as he'd have loved digging all the evidence +up...:-) In addition, the writing of Data's evasions was virtually flawless. +It felt as though Data really *was* trying to say everything he possibly could +that wasn't in direct violation of previous orders. It worked quite well, I +thought. + +Of course, Brent's performance didn't hurt either. He turned in a very good +stint this week, as did Patrick Stewart (a surprise to no one, I'm sure). In +fact, most of the cast were quite good this week. The exception was probably +Marina Sirtis (again, not a big surprise--if there's a weak link, she's usually +it, unfortunately), and even she only had a couple of bad spots. The scene in +her quarters, where she's freaking out, was the usual "screaming ninny" mode +that I still don't think she's managed to figure out how to do right, but I +think the rest of it was pretty good. Gates did a great job, I thought, and +LeVar finally got a decent-sized part this week, and managed to do it nicely. +Good show on that score. + +Actually, there may have been another weak link in the acting--and +surprisingly, it involves both Stewart and Whoopi Goldberg. The teaser is +primarily devoted to a quick jaunt back to the offices of Dixon Hill, P.I., +with Guinan along as a guest. And surprisingly, at least for me, it seemed +very stiff. Guinan's scene outside the office, trying to convince the +secretary to let her in, was fine, but once she got inside, both she and +Stewart seemed to be playing up the affectations a little much. I wasn't +overly impressed, until they both dropped out of holo-character. Of course, +some of that was made up for by Guinan's "So, this is the sort of thing you do +for fun?" line right after someone's been shot :-), but not all. + +The direction was fine, except for that little bit in the teaser. Of course, +Les Landau is a TNG regular--he's directed some stuff from every season, from +"The Arsenal of Freedom" (one of the better first-season jobs) to "Samaritan +Snare" (well, we won't discuss that one) to "Sins of the Father" to "Family". +So it's no surprise that he mostly knows how to get things done. He's no Rob +Bowman, but he'll certainly do. :-) + +And, wonder of wonders, they actually got the science right this time! They +said that finding a T Tauri star in a nebula was no big deal--they certainly +got that right. Then, they found a class-M planet around it--and I'm awfully +glad Picard was surprised, 'cos he sure should have been! (The nebula, by the +way, looked terrific in the opening shot--look for it.) I don't know who's +giving TNG scientific advice, but if it varies week to week, keep whoever did +it this time. :-) + +Some other random thoughts: + +--When Geordi examined Data, Data noticed that Geordi was feeling rather +uncomfortable. That seems rather knew--maybe he's finally beginning to pick up +more subtle nuances. Good for him. + +--Several times throughout the show, the phrase "minor mystery" is uttered. +Picard then says early on, "'minor mystery'--that seems to be a recurring +phrase these days." I hate it when shows get self-referential on me...;-) + +--I was reminded a great deal of HAL 9000 as Data's problem became more +apparent. HAL, too, was instructed to lie--and look what happened then. +Careful, Jean-Luc--you may have to do a lobotomy on Data someday, and his +brain's a lot more compact than HAL's was... ("I am sorry, Jean-Luc, but I +cannot open the shuttle bay door at this time." Nah--doesn't fit. :-) ) + +And a few good quotes. Some of these may be better on screen than in print, +but bear with me anyway. + +(Geordi having just told them that the chronometer's been tampered with) +"If that's the good news, what's the bad news?" +"That Data and I are the only ones capable of doing it." + +(Picard talking to Data, who's suggested that Picard carry out the obvious duty +of possibly court-martialling Data.) +"Your career would be over!" +"I realize that, sir." +"Do you also realize that you would most likely be stripped down to your wires +to find out what the hell has gone wrong?" + +(Is some external force controlling you, Data--something Geordi missed?) +"Geordi's examination was exemplary." [a _very_ nice evasion--gets the point +across without saying so directly] + +And so forth... + +The episode had a few problems, of course. I have a few minor +problems/questions to pose: + +1) Bev kept talking about Ensign Whatshername's 24-hour biological clock, and +how it was so clearly off that they must've been out a day, not 30 seconds. +But if it's a 24-hour cycle, shouldn't 24 hours look very close to virtually no +time at all? I'm confused. + +2) It was never really explained how Troi managed to break Worf's wrist--the +Paxons didn't seem to be giving her any special physical abilities. Not a big +deal, but something worth looking at. + +and 3) Won't Troi hallucinate again, leaving behind at least one possible +"clue"? Again, it probably wouldn't screw everything up, but it's worthy of +note, I think. + +See--a few minor hitches. But all in all, this was a very solid show, and I'm +quite happy with it. + +The numbers: + +Plot: 10. Rock solid--the problems above aren't enough to knock it down more + than a few tenths. +Plot Handling/Direction: 9.5. A little stiff in the Dixon Hill sequence, but + nice otherwise. +Characterization/Acting: 9. A bit off for Marina, and for the + aforementioned holodeck stuff, but generally very nice, especially + Brent, who managed to bring it back up a bit. +Technical: 10. Nice, especially the nebula--and the science worked. + +TOTAL: 9.5. Very nice indeed. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Riker screws up a first-contact mission and gets accused of being a spy. I +hate when that happens. + +So long for now... + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"In the back of his mind, he believed that Bannor had wanted him to have this +knowledge and had not been able to utter it directly." + --Stephen Donaldson's _The Power That Preserves_ +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. 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It was something like "Hey, wouldn't it be neat if Quark +somehow managed to save Odo's life?" You know who you are :) The +resulting story is printed below; I apologise in advance for the +absence of Sisko - I haven't seen a lot of him in the DS9 I've +managed to see so far, so I don't 'know' him that well. +For those of you who dislike Odo/Quark stories - you have been +warned. This story contains large sections of Odo/Quark and very +little else. If you read this and dislike it, it's your fault. +For those of you still with me - read on. I had some fun writing +this, and I hope some of you at least enjoy reading it :) + +===================================================================== + + COLLECTION + by Catherine Weller + + The Collectors as a species were notorious in the Gamma +Quadrant. They lived up to their name very well, and were used as a +bogey-myth for any space based societies. + Never travel alone, the Collectors could get you. Always +have a copilot, the Collectors don't want "spares". Keep you +beamshield on you at all times - the Collectors could change their +minds. And always, *always* keep your personal weapon charged and +handy. + They also took odd *inanimate* objects, adding fuel to the +myths, but beyond that, they were considered a nuisance only. Even +the much-feared Dominion kept out of their way. Their ships were +enormous, their technology unknown, their minds and purpose simple. + And one of them was headed for the wormhole. + Just to see what it could collect... + + Odo's hopes raised only slightly as the wormhole flared into +existance. His people probably weren't coming through, seeing as it +wasn't all that difficult to notice the traffic going through it. +They were either ignoring it, were ignorant of it - or afraid to go +through. + The last option worried Odo the most. If he found them, +would they accept his survival - or would they reject him because he +had been 'lost' years ago? When questions like this plagued his +mind, Odo immersed himself in the problem at hand. + The ship was exuded out of the wormhole, mainly because of +it's size. It was one of the few ships that dwarfed the station. + "Sure as hell hope it doesn't wanna dock" O'Brien murmured. + "Me too." Kira said. + "That makes three of us" Dax stated. + "I think we have a general consensus" Odo cut the quiet +murmurs of agreement short. + That was when the ship beamed him up... + + The Collector was proud of himself, silicascious +humanoid-forms were a *rare* find. On its' own, enough to please +*any* female. He had left the simbiontic lifeform - almost every +Collector had one. Useless. + He scanned the rest of the structure in the hopes of finding +something interesting. *There*, on one of the wider levels, was a +lifeform that had only been seen rarely in the Gamma Quadrant. *He* +would be the first to have one. + What a prize. + + Odo looked about the room in surprise. Apart from the simple +furniture, it was a featureless, white, brightly-lit box. How in the +names of all the Prophets had *this* managed to happen? + As if in answer, Quark appeared in a shower of sparks. The +Ferengi only managed a pathetic smile before Odo had him in a +strangle-hold against a wall. + "I knew you were in on this!" the shapeshifter accused. + Quark could only choke, "No..." and managed one of his most +pathetic cringes (Number Sixty-Two: Please don't kill me yet, I +could prove useful). It was somewhat hampered by the fact that he +was dangling by his neck, so he couldn't kneel correctly. As +compromise, he curled his legs up shakily. + Odo was squinting into Quark's eyes; in a moment of +benevolence, he dropped the Ferengi - who landed in cringe number +Sixty-Three. "You have a minute to explain yourself," ordered the +Constable. + Quark allowed himself a few seconds to recover his breath. +He'd never seen Odo this *angry* before; the only occaision he'd +even come close was their first meeting - when the bartender learned +that Odo never gave warnings, he just attacked. "Please," he begged, +"I had nothing to *do* with all this," Quark paused enough to sit +up, "If I did, do you think *I'd* be in the same area as *you*? I'm +not the suicidal type!" + "How *much* were you paid?" Odo was seething, Quark could +tell. The fold of the arms, the tone of voice, the fact that he was +absentmindedly growing talons... Quark had to negotiate for his +life. + "Nothing! Nothing, I swear!" Quark threw both his arms and +one knee between him and the Constable, "Honestly, I have no idea +what's happening. One minute, I'm getting a bottle of Earth Brandy, +the next, I'm locked in a room with a psychopathic shapeshifter!" + Odo's hands returned to normal, "You'd better be telling the +*truth*, _barkeep_," he growled, "It'll be very bad for you if +you're not." + "I believe you," Quark told him, regaining his feet, "and I +think it's about time *you* started believing *me*." + There was a brief snort that meant the shapeshifter thought +something was funny, "The times *you* tell the truth are calendar +events," he muttered. + Quark ignored him, "The first thing we have to do is find a +way out," + "There's no way out." + "There's always a way out. Rule of Acquisition number +Twenty-Five." He reached into his pocket and bought out a Ferengi +Tricorder; similar in function to a Starfleet Tricorder, but it also +made a rough estimate as to how much the object it was scanning +could be sold for. + Odo watched as Quark quartered the room, waiting for any +little pauses that meant that the Ferengi was wrong. + + They got the Runabout off in record time, chasing the huge +ship back through the wormhole and into the Gamma Quadrant. It +didn't seem to notice them at all. Repeated hails were ignored, +weapons ineffective. + At least the thing didn't seem to be capable of going above +Warp 4. + + The Collector was aware of the ship following it, and +ignored it. The craft was worthless, taking more space than it +needed, and not having any interesting technology, the Collector +could let it follow until its' fuel ran out. + It was something he had done many times before. Often, these +"chases" would last for years; he was used to that, sometimes +marvelling at other species' tenacity. + + * * * O * * * + + Odo was pacing now, looking - Quark hated to admit this - +panicky. He'd never seen Odo panic, and had always thought that the +Constable was incapable of fear. + "Could you please stop that?" Quark asked, "I might lose my +place." + "Sorry." Odo stopped, staring at the roof apprehensively. He +was starting to hyperventilate. + "It's your cycle isn't it?" Quark tried to sound +conversational, "I didn't know you *got* this way about liquefying." + "You'd be in a similar state if you were facing +suffocation." grumbled Odo, "*None* of these surfaces will let me +breathe." + Quark shrugged as if Odo's breathing processes weren't of +import, "I'll find you something when we get out," he said. + "*If*" Odo barked. + "*When*" Quark insisted, "Here," he marked a spot on the +wall, "is a weak spot - do you think you could punch through it?" + "Stand aside," As soon as the Ferengi obeyed, a sharp spike +drove into the wall at rapid speed. The wall cracked. Quark followed +the spike back with his eyes to find that it was once Odo's right +forearm. Odo punched at the wall twice, thrice more, and there was a +little bit of a tunnel, and still no sight of the outside. + Odo rammed in his arm one last time and collapsed, screaming. +He managed to pull away from the wall and curl around the searing +agony that was once his arm. + Quark examined the cause; live, sparking wires - he could +sense it was both high amperage *and* voltage. One thing was for +certain, when Odo recovered, Quark was dead. + "Further attempts at escape will *not* be tolerated." +Announced a voice from the ceiling. + "Who's trying to escape?" Quark rhetorically asked in +protest, "We're just trying to _survive_ here!" + "You have tolerated these conditions this long," objected +the voice. + "So?" Quark ranted, calling up facts from the base of his +memory, "The average humanoid will live a day without water! That +doesn't mean we don't need it!" + "If you perish, I have your bodies to display." Quark was +thatnkful Odo was beyond hearing that. + "Mine, perhaps," Quark morbidly agreed, "but how are you +going to convince any others that a container of orange goo was +once a sentient lifeform?" + Silence, broken only by the faint moans of Odo; Quark dared +not look down, in case that meant the communication would be cut +off. Odo was really starting to sound badly hurt; instead of the +sort of shout caused by a kicked shin, it was more like the quiet, +subdued grunts of the severely wounded. Quark found himself worrying +for him. + Then, at last, "What do you need?" from above. + Rapidly, Quark outlined the dimensions and composition of +Odo's pail, using the Ferengi's natural ability to describe anything +seen - or anything described to them. In this case, Nog had seen it +and told Quark about it. "And a replicator," he added, "so we can be +provided sustenance." + "Agreed." both items appeared by Quark, who then fell into a +crouch by Odo. The shapeshifter had an almost grey cast to him - +skin and uniform alike (Quark assumed this was a bad sign), he had +managed to sit up a little - his legs were crossed, and served more +as a cradle for his injured arm. The rest of him was more or less +curled about it, as if that were a cure for the pain he must have +felt. He was breathing raggedly, staring fixedly at some +between-point in space. + "Let's see that arm," he tried. Almost on automatic, Odo +gingerly held his wounded arm out into the air in front of the +Ferengi. This intensity of mental numbness shocked Quark to the +bones. He felt that, in order to survive, Odo had to survive, too. +But Cash help him if Odo returned to DS9 like *this*. + The arm had returned to human form. Almost. It was an +incredible meld of smooth spike and proper flesh and uniform. All of +it was covered with ugly blister bubbles and charred patches, as +well as being a strong, angry red. It was as if all of Odo's matter +was concentrating in the arm to try and heal it; much the same way +that blood flowed out of a wound in an attempt to close it. + Quark's tricorder had a small healer device in it, exellent +at small cuts, bruises or abrasions, but barely adequate for serious +burns. _How would it work on Odo?_ Quark wondered, before deciding +to find out. He held it over a blackened patch of once-finger and +activated the beam. Slowly, painstakingly, the flesh returned to +normal under the beam. + Rule of Acquisition number 3: Never question luck. + Quark grinned, regardless of the fact that it would take +ages to do the rest of Odo's arm. Rule of Acquisition number 50: +Gratitude can bring on generosity. The problem was that Odo's +version of generosity was not throwing Quark into prison. + + "Can you get a fix on them?" asked Dax, hoping for a +positive answer. + "Can't tell," answered O'Brien, "got some kind of scanner +baffles - I'm getting fifty readings and the bloody computer says +they're *all* Odo." + "But that's impossible," Bashir murmured, "even amongst +species who undergo meiosis, there's always *some* variation." + "It must be a false reading," Dax told him, anyione else +could have guessed, "I'm going to try shifting the frequency." + + * * * O * * + + Quark had long since shifted the healer onto wide-beam, and +was boosting its' effectivity by adding in 'solar' power; converting +the light in the room into energy. He'd been at this for hours, +sweeping the beam methodically over Odo's mangled arm. His back +hurt, his muscles creaked in protest, his arms ached. Odo wasn't +helping, he was sitting greyly and numbly, watching as his arm +magically - if slowly - healed. + "You could *help*, you know," Quark rasped. + Blink? + "*Take* this," he handed Odo the healer, "and use it on +yourself. I *need* a drink." The Ferengi stood, forcing Odo to try +and cope on his own, and investigated the replicator. A nice, long +draught of Romulan Ale would really hit the spot right now, and the +bartender wouldn't even mind that it was replicated; or perhaps, his +secret addiction, Rombolian Buttermilk... The replicator refused to +work, further investigation revealed that its' memory was completely +blank. "STUPID!" he screamed, ignoring the dryness of his throat, "I +should have expected this! He gave me what I asked for and *not* +what I _*wanted*_. What sort of use is a blank replicator?" (a soft +shuffling noise, ignored) "Fine if I want a nice, hot plate of +nothing! Bah... I should have *asked* for some kind of +programming..." + Bip,plip,beep-de-blip, "It'll take a while, Gul..." + Had Odo spoken? Quark whirled to see the shapeshifter +working at the pannel left-handed, punching in apparrently random +numbers. "What are you *doing*?" he demanded. + "Program," mumbled Odo. + "I didn't know you could do that." + Shrug. "It was a job." + "But people weren't allowed to quit those jobs." Had Dukat +pulled some strings to get the shapeshifter? In a bizarre way, Quark +hoped not. + "I got transferred a lot." + Quark ignored the obvious temptation of asking about the +rest of Odo's life, it would be time consuming and a waste of +effort. Instead, he sought out the most comfortable bed and got some +rest. (Rule of Acquisition number Two Hundred: If you're going to +have to *endure*, make yourself comfortable.) Within five minutes, +he was snoring like a defective chainsaw cutting through a gurgling +pipe. (All snorers claim they don't snore, even to their snorees) + Odo must have rested, too, because when the little bartender +awoke, Odo was looking a little healthier, a bit less grey. His +right arm dangled inert most of the time; at the moment, it rested +on an upraised knee. He was waving the healer over it in a +vague-minded impersonation of Quark's earlier movements. + Quark checked the replicator to see what was on it now, +"*Water*? Survival rations?" Odo shrugged at this. If Quark didn't +know better, he could have sworn that the shapeshifter was doing +this to him on purpose; he paged further down the list of available +substances, "Ah. *Some* proper food, at least. *Two* proper foods... +_*Cardassian*_ **stew**?!" Another shrug from Odo, Quark tried to +keep his temper before he read the last two items there. "Bajoran +Samatt... what's this other thing?" It was a complicated serial +number. + "Mine." responded Odo. + Quark shook his head, as a programmer, Odo was incompetant +at best. "Just how long did you have this job?" He was expecting +the time index to be in years, or months. + "Three days." + "And you still *remember* all that?!" + Nod. + "*HOW*?" Quark had accidentally called up a single +replicator meal-program once. It had taken him ten minutes to +fast-page to the end of it. + "I learn too fast," Odo shrugged again, "had to." + Quark at last saw why Dukat had been so angry that first +week after he'd hired Odo - the Constable learned his job too fast. +Dukat had wanted someone inept. "How's the arm?" Quark asked, +absently drinking a glass of water and trying to pretend it was +Rombolian Buttermilk. He wasn't even near successful. + "Hurts." answered Odo, "Bad." + The Ferengi winced - if Odo returned like *this*, it would +be a competition to see who strangled Quark first; Sisko, Kira or +Bashir. "They're gonna kill me," he whimpered. + "Who is?" The Constable that Quark knew and feared snapped +into awareness; the bartender must have triggered something. + "The entire Ops crew!" Quark ranted, "When they get us out +of here and see what happened - they'll think it's my *fault*!" + "I'll tell them different." + "But only if you're *asked*, of course," Quark nodded, "*I* +remember the time Fallit Cott threatened me. You enjoyed every +minute of my discomfort - admit it." + Odo only looked annoyed, "It's my *duty* to protect-" he cut +off, clutching at his hurt arm, "uhn..." he managed, eyes glazing +over, and slowly falling into a sitting position. + Quark desperately scrabbled in corners for the suddenly +missing healer, "Where is it?" he panicked, "Where in all hells +could it have-" + Odo held it in front of Quark's face, half exuded out of his +good hand. Quark snatched it off him, angrily. "I am going," the +barkeep announced, "to go completely and absolutely *insane*; and +*you're* going to drive me that way." He swept the healer's beam +across Odo's blisters, "I'll never run another deal again..." he +grumbled. + The shapeshifter - Cash curse him to insolvency - smiled +warmly and emitted a sound something like a soft purr. + Quark had seen that smile before, "What?" the bartender +demanded. + "Station'd be safe," Odo murmured, staring off into an +alternalte universe that did not contain Quark. + + The computer had been programmed to follow the beheamoth +craft, leaving Dax free to mess with the wires under the scanning +consoles. Currently, she dangled at an awkward angle, abdomen +supported by the floor of the crawlway, the rest of her suspended +upside-down so she could fiddle with some obscure settings. + Chief O'Brien clung to he ankles, a reassuring weight that +stopped her falling down the pit beneath her. O'Brien had told her +of the ancient Earth ritual of kissing the Blarney Stone to achieve +the Gift of the Gab. Dax hoped *this* procedure would grant them +that Gift of Sight, so they could at last rescue Odo and Quark. + + * * * O * * * + + Odo was getting worse. No matter what Quark told himself, it +was a fact. The security chief no longer recognized the little +bartender, his mind wandered in and out of reality, as well as time. +The Ferengi was almost becoming accustomed to the resultant persona +changes, he already knew the Constable, who was surfacing rarely, +now. Funnily enough, the changes were sometimes signalled by a +change of garb, other times by a change of posture. The only +constant was the shapeshifter's mangled arm - he could not even +begin to guess why. + "It can't just be the shock," Quark told himself; he was +telling himself a lot lately. "it *has* to be something else as +well." + Odo nodded vaguely, still suspending the beam of the healer +over part of his hand. At least the arm could move if needed, now, +"Breathing," he murmured "sticks to everything high," + Quark noticed that the shapeshifter was huddled in a corner, +almost like a frightened child. His speech patterns were childlike +and simple - if confused. He'd been talking to phantoms in that +manner for hours, mumbling orders at zephyrs. In any other +situation, it would be funny. _That's going to be *me* if I don't +figure something out_ he reminded himself. + He ponted his tricorder upwards, thinking - it's up high, it +doesn't effect Ferengi, but it *can* effect something like Odo. It +wasn't in the main composition, the Ferengi lowered the percentage +he was seeking. + 30%, No match, 10% nothing, 1% an absence of success. It +wasn't until he delved into the depths of parts per million that he +found something. A complex organic-looking molecule that ate the +dust in the air before it fell to the ground. Silicon fed it. Odo +was silicon. Quark decided that it was more likely to be poisoning +Odo rather than feeding on him, sine the stuff was still higher than +seven or eight feet up. + Fine. Why wasn't it down here already? Tha answer was that +it *was*, only the presence of water vapour rendered it inactive; +'killed' it. Of course. Quark had complained about the presence of +the Samatt one time too many, and the shapeshifter had suggested +that he "heat up some water and make soup." Quark had retorted that +he wasn't *that* hungry, but a few minutes later, decided that he +was. + Hot water made steam, steam killed the dirt-eaters, and Odo +improved a little. It didn't take long for the bartender to realise +that the vapour could be too slow - and perhaps too cumbersome. He +analysed the reaction, slowing down the display until he could +actually see it happening. There. Dirt-eater attracts water, +Hydrogen shears from oxygen, and the *Hydrogen* killed the +dirt-eaters! Quark hisses in delight; now, if only he had a way to +create *lots* of Hydrogen... + The replicator wasn't capable, unless he could find a way to +fit a Ferengi dataclip into a slot that looked more like a pinprick. +Odo probably didn't know how to program it in, or by this stage was +no longer capable of such a task. Quark remembered Gul Noxx telling +Dukat about the shapeshifter at some social gathering; saying that +Odo was "a walking chemical factory", capable of rejecting elements +that could harm him. Of course, if these elements were bonded with +others that he *needed*, it lead to an "amusing" rejection process. +About as amusing as being sick, Quark thought, but it's worth a try. + He turned his attention towards Odo, who was regressing +again. Every now and then, Odo's clothes would *change*, as would +his attitude. The high necked tunic and long vest meant that he was +in, or just out of the research centre; the uniform meant that the +Constable was back. At the moment, he 'wore' a baggy, oversized +shirt, and equally ill-fitting trousers with inexpertly formed +patches; his child-persona. Judging by the constant rocking, he was +currently very 'young' indeed. + Quark knelt in front of him, trying to look as benevolent as +he could, knowing that Ferengi scared all types of small children. +"Odo?" the shapeshifter stopped rocking, and only moved his eyes +towards Quark, "I'm going to have to ask you a few questions, okay?" + Nod. + "I remember you told me you don't drink. Can you tell me +why?" + Nod. "Causes trouble," he murmured, Odo-as-a-child always +gave the impression that terrible things happened to young, noisy +shapeshifters. "All water based. I *don't* like hydrogen." + Quark grinned. The solution was sitting in front of him, if +only he could figure out *how* to work it. + + Dax should have slept hours ago, her minds filled with fog. +There *had* to be another way to pierce the shields; there had to +be. She worked in the tired way of all seeking serendipity. In other +words, she fooled with the settings in the hopes of improvements. + She kept on like that until her body finally rebelled and +she slept. + + * * * O * * * + + Odo's body had shrunk somewhat, he seemed stuck in the +very-small-child persona; Quark had discovered the hard way that the +rocking had a lot to do with tension. "Didn't do anything wrong..." +Odo said in a small voice, almost tipping himself over in his +oscillations. + Quark closed his eyes and groaned in an equally small voice, +"Look," he said in the brusque manner of all the patience tried, "I +*know* you haven't done anything wrong; but there are things in the +air that are making you sick, right?" + Unsure nod. Very frightened eyes. Back and forth. + "The only way to *stop* them making you sick is to release a +*lot* of Hydrogen into the air." + "I want to rest." + "Drink first." Quark ordered. Maybe if Odo felt better after +the air cleared a little, he would understand. Maybe. + Without stopping, or moving in any other way than his +constant rocking, Odo crooned a high-pitched hum that made Quark's +teeth rattle; he belatedly realised that this was how the +shapeshifter 'cried'. + "Alright, alright!" Quark surrendered over the din, "You +don't have to drink. I'm sorry." he got up and bought over Odo's +container as the 'crying' slowed down, "Go ahead and rest. I'll +think up something else..." He turned away, allowing Odo to melt. +Even this young, he was guarded about his natural state. + Quark sighed and sat in the middle of the floor. _I'm locked +in a room looking after my enemy, promising him I'll make it all +better. I must be insane._ He slowly emptied his pockets; something +only a *truly* desperate Ferengi would do, a primitive stock-taking +instinct that acted as a reassurant. + Rule of Acquisition number Two Hundred and Fifty-five: When +all else fails, run. + Where could he run to? And more importantly; _*how*_? What +he really needed was something really expensive to trade their way +out. "Huh," he muttered, "Might as well sell him the Brooklyn Br-" +Quark stopped talking, an idea bursting like a Nova inside his head. +He could *buy* his way out. + And Odo's, too; he added reluctantly. + + Bashir stumbled through his early morning routine, almost +missing the slumbering Jadzia on his first pass through the little +'bridge' of the Ganges. When he did notice her, he went through the +entire lexicon of infatuated exressions in under a minute. + He even tippy-toed back into the bunk area. + + * * * O * * * + + Ferengi, it was widely known, are renowned for making noise +until they (a) get noticed, (b) get thrown out, or (c) are +threatened. Quark continued shouting for attention, knowing that +this entity that was holding them would not voluntarily opt for +choices (b) or (c). + "I won't give up until you answer!" he bellowed, "I have a +deal for you that you'll regret if you miss it!" + Odo had hunkered down in a corner, in the clothes he wore +five years ago. He only stared as Quark ranted at the ceiling. + "I CAN KEEP THIS UP FOR A VERY LONG TIME!" + "What do you want?" asked the voice. + "I want to propse an *exchange*," Quark smoothed, "Our +freedom for a unique item solely in my possession." + "When you perish, I will have it anyway." + "You have no idea what it *is*; in any event, I only have +the deed on my person." Quark paused for effect, "I am the owner of +the most unique item in known space, the *only* one of its' kind." + "*Quark*" Odo warned in an agitated whisper. + Quark ignored the one positive sign he'd seen in days, +reasoning that getting *out* was more important than meer *signs*, +"You've had the privalege of using it, I believe." he told the roof. + "The *Wormhole*?!" Asked the voice incredulously. + "The *stable* wormhole," Quark clarified, "only one in +existance. Of course, if you don't *want* it..." he began to turn +away with typical Ferengi theatrics. + "Show me this - 'deed'." + Gotcha. Quark grinned to himself, then turned 'back' "If you +agree to let us go, I'll give it to you." Another pause for effect, +"There's probably a ship following you," he proceded to describe the +Runabout's basic structure, "the marking would be either Ganges, +Orinoco or Rio Grande." + "The first follows me." + "Then beam us over there," Quark grinned, snatching up Odo's +pail. + "Put down this 'deed' first." Ordered the voice. + Reluctantly, or reluctantly enough to make it believable, +Quark reached into his pocket, bought out his hand... And put down a +single Ferengi tri-esta that he had bent with his own teeth. + The next thing he knew, he and Odo were in the bridge of the +Ganges. + + * * * O * * * + + "He sold _*WHAT*_?!" Sisko demanded, loosing his cool +uncharacteristically. + "He sold the wormhole," Dax calmly replied. + "I *sold* a bent tri-esta," argued Quark. "He can claim it's +worth the wormhole to anyone he pleases; it's just up to *them* to +believe it." He smiled oilily, "I expect a full reward for this." + "You'll have to take *that* up with Odo - when he returns to +full health, of course." Sisko ordered. + + o + + + o + + + o + + "What do you mean, you're not going to *do* anything?" Quark +demanded, "I want *favours*, understand?" + "I *am* doing you a favour." Odo grimaced. "Selling false +documents is a recognised crime - although in Ferengi space, getting +caught for it is." Odo deliberately let that factoid settle. Odo was +a witness *and* could arrest him. "I'm not reporting it because of +the extenuating circumstances involved." + "But I *saved* your *life*." + "That's what I was talking about." + "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" + "Whoever said life had to be fair, Quark?" Odo walked out +into the Promenade, he had a lot of catching up to do. + + END. +===================================================================== + +Feel free to copy/distribute this story as long as you give credit +to me :) Usual restrictions apply so long as the above holds true. + +Next from my notebooks: Love Sickness. The love virus invades DS9 +from the Gamma Quadrant. Can Odo thwart the infection before lives +are at risk? (extra fun because Odo is somewhat affected, too) :) + +Feel free to email comments, nitpicks, questions. Flames will be +ignored. + +cweller@gucis.cit.gu.edu.au Q of SFNPS member and instigator: RAAS +no bart, no buaf, no stupidquote(tm) and no spellchecker either :( + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/compend.ium b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/compend.ium new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f8fe7481 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/compend.ium @@ -0,0 +1,1097 @@ +Xref: ruuinf rec.arts.startrek.misc:11641 news.answers:4661 +Path: ruuinf!sun4nl!mcsun!uunet!enterpoop.mit.edu!senator-bedfellow.mit.edu!senator-bedfellow.mit.edu!usenet +From: rccarm00@mik.uky.edu (Ron C Carman) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek.misc,news.answers +Subject: TNG Novels Compendium [01/09] +Followup-To: poster +Date: 1 Jan 1993 06:02:51 GMT +Organization: University Of Kentucky, Dept. of Math Sciences +Lines: 1071 +Approved: news-answers-request@MIT.Edu +Expires: 14 Feb 1993 06:02:09 GMT +Message-ID: +References: +Reply-To: rccarm00@mik.uky.edu +NNTP-Posting-Host: pit-manager.mit.edu +Summary: The TNG Novels Compendium is a compilation of information + found in the series of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" novels + which are published by Pocket Books. The Compendium contains + listings of characters, races, worlds, ships, mistakes, and + cross-references for each book in the series, as well as the + plot summary from the back of each book. Its appendices contain + alphabetical listings of the above info, as well as a file of + notable quotes, and more. +X-Last-Updated: 1992/12/13 + +Archive-name: Star-Trek/Novels/TNG/Compendium +Last-modified: 01 December 1992 +Version: 2.2 + + + +______________________________________________________________________ +** This file and its accompanying indices was compiled by me, and I ** +** maintain it in my spare time, out of a fascination with the Star ** +** Trek mythos. It is hoped that this project can be of use to ** +** anyone wishing a better understanding of the Star Trek universe. ** +** At any rate, I have thoroughly enjoyed the time spent compiling ** +** these documents. My only request is that anyone distributing ** +** these files would leave this header intact. Enjoy. ** +** Ron C. Carman ** +** 04/23/92 ** +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + + Star Trek: The Next Generation +Edition 2.2 Novel Compendium 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + + +G1 Metamorphosis Copyright March 1990 +Author: Jean Lorrah +StarDate: 42528.6 +Historian's Note: Metamorphosis takes place in the second season of ST:TNG, + beginning immediately after 'The Measure of a Man'. Data + had to fight for his very existence in that episode; the + experience has lingering after-effects. + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Darryl 'Dare' Adin, Poet, Aurora, Pris Shenkley, Sdan, Thralen, + Chief Engineer (Cmdr.) Argyle, Johnson, Ens. Serena Gibson, + Sandra Murchison, Drohanna, Princess Thelia, Lt. Carson, Ulia, + Dr. (Lt.) Selar, Chairman Meff Tichelon, Ens. Lee Ann Su, Lodel, + Prince Sharn, and Melinia +Races: Waykani, Vulcans, Romulans, Orions, Theskians, Andorians, Edo, + Konor, Ferengi, Samdians, Arcturians, Verwar +Ships: U.S.S. Clarion +Worlds: Artemis III, Elysia, Brancherion, Dacket, Jokarn, Gellesen, Nisus, + Gagarin IV, Beta Tharsis IV, Ghandi VII +X-Refs: Cmdr. Bruce Maddox, Judge Phillipa Louvois, Lt. Tasha Yar, + Ira Graves, Francis Bacon, StarBases: 32, 61, 92 and 173 + +Plot Summary: + Unexplained gravitational disturbances summon the Enterprise to the +planet Elysia, and the android Lieutenant Commander Data to a date with +destiny. For on this alien world, he will be drawn into an impossible +quest, leading him to consequences both heartwarming and disastrous, and +he finally dares to pursue his fondest desire: to become human. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +G2 Vendetta Copyright May 1991 +Author: Peter David +StarDate: 44793.6 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, and Worf +Guests: Capt. Morgan Korsmo, Cmdr. Shelby, Leah Sapp, Professor Talbot, + Dantar VIII, Dantar IX, Hobson, Turane, Martok, Darr, + Dr. (Commodore) Terman, Lt. Chafin, Dr. (Lt.) Selar, Meyer, + Boyajian, Delcara, Seth, Goodman, Capt. Ariel Taggart, + Dr. Pulaski, Reannon Bonaventure, Peel, Davenport, Ens. Toomey, + Chief Engineer Polly Parke, Ens. Barclay, Cmdr. Loskene, + and Chief Engineer Argyle +Misc.: Enterprise can carry up to 9000 evacuees; + Indicates Warp 9.9 is 3,053 times C; states that one + Galaxy-class ship was destroyed at Wolf 359 +Races: Penzatti, Preservers, Borg, Ferengi, Tholians, Orions, Shgin, Gorn +Ships: U.S.S. Chekov, U.S.S. Curie, U.S.S. Repulse, + U.S.S. Enterprise (NCC 1701) +Worlds: Penzatti, Tri Epsilon Delta, Howell 320, Kalish IX, Arret, + Savannah I, Camus II, Orin IV +X-Refs: Commodore Matthew Decker; Doomsday machine; + Alonso 'Don Quixote' Quixana; Sancho Panza; + Dulcinea; Miguel de Cervantes + +Plot Summary: + The Borg -- half organic being and half machine, they are the most feared +race in the known galaxy. In their relentless quest for technological +perfection, they have destroyed entire star systems, enslaved countless +peoples, and in a single brutal attack, decimated Starfleet's mightiest +vessels. Only a final desperate gambit by Captain Picard and the +Enterprise crew stopped the Borg from conquering the entire Federation. +And now they have returned... + Answering a distress call from a planet under attack by the Borg, the +Enterprise meets Delcara, the lone survivor of an alien race the Borg +obliterated. Blinded by hatred, Delcara seeks the ultimate revenge -- +the complete destruction of her race's executioners. But the Enterprise +crew learns that Delcara's vengeance carries a terrible price, for once +unleashed, the destructive force she commands will annihilate not only +the Borg, but countless innocents as well... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +H1 Reunion Copyright November 1991 +Author: Michael Jan Friedman +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Capt. Gilaad Ben Zoma, Cmdr. Idun Asmund, Chief Peter 'Pug' Joseph, + Jack Crusher, Lt. Cmdr. Phigus Simenon, Dr. Carter Greyhorse, + Lt. Cmdr. Tricia Cadwallader, Dr. (Lt.) Selar, Ens. Burke, + Capt. Morgen, Capt. Mansfield, Erwin, Marcos, Eisenberg, Starros, + Vice-Admiral Yuri Kuznetsov, Duffy, DiBiasi, Fern Resnick, + and Loyosha +Races: Clobatians, Gnalish +Ships: U.S.S. Stargazer, U.S.S. Lexington, U.S.S. Charleston, + U.S.S. Fearless, U.S.S. Excalibur, U.S.S. Goddard, U.S.S. Victory, + U.S.S. Thomas Paine, U.S.S. Zhukov, U.S.S. Potemkin, + U.S.S. Yorktown, U.S.S. Hood, U.S.S. Berlin, U.S.S. Victorious +Worlds: Maxia Zeta, Daa'V, Alpha Zion, Delos IV, Beta Varius IV, + Alpha Malachon IV, Anjelica Seven, Alpha Palemon, Gnala, + Arvada III, Beta Gritorius IV +Misc.: Riker's service record: Graduated Starfleet Academy with High + honors, served as Ensign on the Zhukov, then as Lieutenant j.g. + and later full Lieutenant on the Potemkin. Served 3 years as + Second Officer on the Yorktown, and then another 2 as First + Officer of the Hood before being assigned to the Enterprise; + States that Warp 9.95 is 5,094 times C. + +Plot Summary: + Before he commanded the Enterprise, Jean-Luc Picard was the captain of the +legendary deep space exploration vessel, the U.S.S. Stargazer, on an +incredible twenty-two year voyage. Now, Picard's past and present collide +on board the Enterprise as he is reunited with his former crew in a fantastic +adventure that takes the Enterprise into the heart of the Romulan empire. + Together, Captain Picard, Commander Riker, Lt. Commander Data and the rest +of the Enterprise crew must join forces with the former crew of the Stargazer +to solve the mystery of Picard's past before a ruthless assassin unleashes a +terrible revenge that threatens the entire galaxy. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +H2 Imzadi Copyright August 1992 +Author: Peter David +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Riker, + Troi, and Worf +Guests: Mary Mac, The Guardian of Forever, Lt. Dexter, + Commodore Data, Mr. Homn, Adm. William Thelonius Riker, + Harry, Lt. Blair, Capt. Wesley Crusher, Lwaxana Troi, + Dann Lendann, Ambassador Nici, Dr. Selar, Eza/Mar Loc, + Ens. Chafin, Tucker, Kathy Li, Sara Paul, Mark Roper, + Grace, Wendy Roper/Wendy Berq, Gart Xerx, Chandra Xerx, + Sgt. Roger Tang, Teb, Hirsch, Maror, Baytzah, Zroah, + Charoset, Chazeret, Karpas, Sommers, Lorie, Lamont, + Lt. William Thelonius Riker, Dr. Hauman, Margolin, + Capt. Tennant, and Lt. Reginald Barclay +Races: Orions, Byfrexians, Luss, Cordians, Sindareen, Kreel, + Klingons, Betazoids, Rigelians, Ferengi, Romulans, + Chameloids +Ships: U.S.S. Enterprise; U.S.S. Chance; U.S.S. Hood; + U.S.S. Fortuna +Worlds: Forever World, Gamma Delta, Gamma Origii, Betazed, + Sindar, Cygnia III, Vulcan, Zetli, Cygnus IV +X-Refs: Capt. James Tiberius Kirk; Natasha 'Tasha' Yar; + Ens. Ro Larin; Wyatt; Q; William Shakespeare; + "Julius Caesar"; Cmdr. Sela; Spock; Alexander; + Charlie Brown, 20th century "philosopher"; + Starbase 86 + +Plot Summary: + It began with SPOCK'S WORLD, the first STAR TREK hardcover and +an eight-week national bestseller. Next came THE LOST YEARS, +PRIME DIRECTIVE, PROBE and then REUNION, the first STAR TREK: THE +NEXT GENERATION hardcover -- all of them major NEW YORK TIMES +bestsellers. Now, Pocket Books proudly presents the second STAR +TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION hardcover: IMZADI, the long awaited +novel that takes the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise from the outer +limits of time and space to the inner reaches of the human heart. + + Years before they served together on board the U.S.S. Enterprise, +Commander William Riker and ship's counselor Deanna Troi had a +tempestuous love affair on her home planet of Betazed. Now, their +passions have cooled, and they serve together as friends. Yet the +memories of that time linger and Riker and Troi remain Imzadi -- +a powerful Betazoid term that describes the enduring bond they +still share. + During delicate negotiations with an aggressive race called the +Sindareen, Deanna Troi mysteriously falls ill... and dies. But +her death is only the beginning of the adventure for Commander +Riker -- an adventure that will take him across time, pit him +against one of his closest friends, and force him to choose between +Starfleet's strictest rule and the one he calls Imzadi. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#1 Ghost Ship Copyright July 1988 +Author: Diane Carey +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, Wesley, + Worf, and Yar +Guests: Arkady Reykov, Timofei Vasska, Myakishev, Capt. Feklenko, + Capt. Leon Ruszkowski, David Galanter, Annalise Drumm, Compton, + Chief Engineer McDougal, Ens. F. Palmer, Dr. Mitchell, + and Chief Engineer Argyle +Worlds: Klinzhai, Epsilon Indii VI, Canis IV, Betazed +X-Refs: Laura, childhood crush of Picard's +Misc.: Data uses contractions! (pg. 25 , pg. 26 & 28 ) + +Plot Summary: + +FIRST IN A BRAND-NEW SERIES OF ORIGINAL NOVELS, +BASED ON THE HIT TELEVISION SHOW + + 1995: A mysterious creature destroys a Russian aircraft carrier -- +and just as mysteriously, disappears... + And three hundred years later, Counselor Deanna Troi awakens in her +quarters from a nightmare, a nightmare where she senses (and understands) +the voices of the crew lost aboard that ship, a crew whose life essences +were somehow absorbed within the creature that destroyed their ship long ago. + Now, Picard must find a way to communicate with the creature -- or he and +his crew will be similarly absorbed by the "ghost ship"! + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#2 The Peacekeepers Copyright September 1988 +Author: Gene DeWeese +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, Worf, and Yar +Guests: Ens. Carpelli, Ens. Gawelski, Lt. Brindle, Shar-Lon, Shar-Tel, + Chief Engineer Argyle, Asst. Chief Engineer Singh, + Kel-Nar, Ki-Tor, Vol-Mir, Ko-Ti, La-Dron, and Lyn-Pron +Races: The Peacekeepers (No actual name for this race is given, and + neither is the name of their planet.) +X-Refs: Starbase 54 + +Plot Summary: + Exploring a deserted alien spaceship, Lt. Commander Data and Lt. Geordi +LaForge suddenly find themselves transported light-years away -- into the +middle of a deadly conflict! + While Captain Picard and the crew of the Enterprise search feverishly +for the missing crewmen, Data and LaForge discover they are in a station +almost identical to the one they were exploring, high in orbit around an +Earth-type world. Years before, the occupants of that planet accidentally +stumbled onto the ship and its advanced technology -- and since then, have +used its weapons to keep the nations on the planet below disarmed, and at +peace. + Now their own arrival has precipitated a crisis on the station. +Somehow, Data and LaForge must find a way to restore trust between the +planet below and the station's guardians up above -- before a final, +destructive war breaks out! + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#3 The Children of Hamlin Copyright November 1988 +Author: Carmen Carter +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, Wesley, + Worf, and Yar +Guests: Lt. T'sala, Dnnys, Tomas, Andrew Deelor, Lt. Morrissey, Dr. Lewin, + Ruthe, Cmdr. D'Amelio, Capt. Phil Manin, Ziedorf, Mry, Patrisha, + Adm. Zagrath, Dolora, Charla, Chief Engineer (Cmdr.) Logan, + Krn, Leonard, Myra, Stvn, Jason Reardon, Nurse Tathwell, Duncan, + Prof. Butterfield, Doswell, Steven, Dr. Lisa Iovino, Dvd, and + Emily +Races: Choraii +Ships: U.S.S. Ferrell +Worlds: Grzydc, Hamlin, New Oregon, Titan, Yonada, LonGiland, Minos, + Mardi Gras, Arvedda III +X-Refs: Parrises Squares + +Plot Summary: + The Hamlin Massacre -- every Starfleet officer knows the tale. The tiny +Federation outpost of Hamlin was destroyed, its entire adult population +ruthlessly slaughtered, before the first defense shields could be raised. +Even worse, the colony's children disappeared without a trace, abducted +by the aliens who attacked with a ferocity and speed that outmatched +their Starfleet pursuers. + Now, fifty years later, the Choraii ships have appeared again. But this +time the Federation is ready; this time the Choraii must pay for what they +need. The precious metals can only be bought with the Hamlin children still +living with their captors. + This time, the Choraii must face Captain Jean-Luc Picard -- and the crew +of the starship Enterprise... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#4 Survivors Copyright January 1989 +Author: Jean Lorrah +StarDate: UNKNOWN +Historian's Note: The events in this novel take place directly following + the first-season episode 'The Arsenal of Freedom' up to + the end of the first-season episode 'Skin of Evil'. + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, and Worf +Guests: Cmdr. Darryl 'Dare' Adin, Dr. Munson, President Nalavia, T'Pelak, + Dr. Forbus, Cmdr. Erdman, Cmdr. Zarsh, Venton Scoggins, Rikan, + Sestok, Jack Henderson, T'Seya, Ens. George Bosinney, Sethan, + Capt. Enid Jarvis, Chief Engineer Nichols, Dr. Trent, Sdan, Poet, + Karin Orlov, Brian Hayakawa, T'Irnya, Zkun, Donal, Jokane, Droo, + Barbara, Aurora, Trell, Tuuk, Gerva, Jevsithian Drominiger, + Pris Shenkley, and Lt. Carl Anderson +Races: Orions, Hemanites, Ferengi, Zertanians, Romulans, Omani, + Tellarites, Grokarians +Ships: U.S.S. Cochrane, U.S.S. Copeland, U.S.S. Seeker, U.S.S. Starbound +Worlds: New Paris, Minos, Treva, Brentis VI, Twenginian, Camelot, Tarba, + Oriana, Rigel VII, Nornius Beta +X-Refs: Sarek, teacher of graduate-level courses in computer technology + at the Vulcan Science Academy; Starbases: 36 & 68 +Misc.: Biography of Yar: Born on New Paris, abandoned by her mother at + the age of 5, rescued at age 15 by a Starfleet away team -- from + the U.S.S. Cochrane -- led by Commander Darryl Adin. + Entered Starfleet Academy at age 18, and had training cruise + aboard the U.S.S. Starbound. + +Plot Summary: + Treva -- a human colony on the fringes of known space. Isolated from the +rest of the galaxy, at last report they were on the verge of becoming a +true interstellar community -- a full fledged member of the Federation. But +now the Enterprise has received a distress signal. Treva is in the throes +of a violent revolution led by a merciless warlord who has committed +countless atrocities in the name of freedom. + Data and Lt. Tasha Yar are dispatched to investigate. But once they +reach Treva, they discover the truth, and any possible solution may be far +more complex than a simple rebellion. For Treva's president wants more than +Starfleet's good words in her fight against the rebels. + She wants their weapons. And before the battle is over, she means to get +them. Over Data and Yar's dead bodies, if necessary. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#5 Strike Zone Copyright March 1989 +Author: Peter David +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Dr. Pulaski, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Budian, Aneel, Tron, Spyre, Deni, Bobbi Chase, Lt. Marks, + Ambassador Taka Nagai, Ambassador Kobry, Adm. Westerby, + Jaan Baat-Utuul-Bayn-Devin, Gava, Bors, Ens. Tom Chafin, + Sklar, Derl, Tuttle, LaVelle, Lt. Palmeiro, Dykstra, Meyer, + and Boyajian +Races: Kreel, Klingons, Selelvians, Cognoscente +Worlds: Gamma Origi III, Daedalus IV, DQN1196/Hellhole, Cantos V +Mistakes: Data repeatedly uses contractions (pp. 69, 75, 125, 133) + +Plot Summary: + Deep in the uncharted regions of our galaxy, a primitive, warlike +race -- the Kreel -- have stumbled upon weapons powerful beyond their +wildest imaginings. The Kreel have used those weapons to attack their +most bitter enemies -- the Klingons. + Now Captain Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise have +been called in to mediate the dispute. The Enterprise will ferry diplomatic +teams from the two warring races to the source of their conflict -- the +mysterious planet where the weapons were discovered -- in an attempt to find +a peaceful solution to the conflict, and discover the origins of the +super-powerful weapons. + Before the galaxy erupts into full-scale war... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#6 Power Hungry Copyright May 1989 +Author: Howard Weinstein +StarDate: 42422.5 + +Regulars: Data, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Dr. Pulaski, + Riker, Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Capt. Kimberly Schaller, Lt. Snephets, Chief Engineer Argyle, + Lt. White, Ambassador Frid Undrun, Sovereign Protector Stross, + Supo, Ayli, Hydrin Ootherai, Onar, Cutcheon, Lessandra, Evain, + Chardrai, Dr. Kael Keat, Mori, Glin, Durren, Bradsil, Mikken, + Jaminaw, Kuri, Buvo, Osrai, Jeldavi, Rudji, Ligg, Tresha, + W'rone Stross, Tritt, Gina Pace, T'Jai, Lt. Berga, Ken Kolker, + Ens. Trottier, Ens. Lanni Sakata, and Dr. Beverly Crusher +Mistakes: Nuaran ships cited as traveling at Warp 11. +Races: Ferengi, Thiopans, Nuarans, Oktonians, Li'odans, Noxorans +Ships: U.S.S. Polaris, U.S.S. Tripoli +Worlds: Thiopa, Noxor III, Beta Li'odo, Omicron Theta +X-Refs: Pachelbel, 17th-century composer; Starbase 77 + +Plot Summary: + Sent to deliver emergency famine relief to the planet Thiopa -- the +Federation's only allies in a critically important sector of space -- the +crew finds a brutal dictatorship -- one more concerned with preserving its +own powers that protecting its citizens, or the world they all share. +Captain Picard is hesitant about turning over the supplies to the +corrupt government: he fears they may never reach their intended +destination. But can he convince the ruling council to change their +ways, before it is too late -- for the government, and Thiopa itself? + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#7 Masks Copyright July 1989 +Author: John Vornholt +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Dr. Pulaski, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Ambassador Fenton Lewis, Ens. Salinger, Ens. Whiff, Fazool, + Ens. Greenblatt, Day Timer/Almighty Slayer, Piercing Blade, + Spider Wing, Cold Angel, Medicine Maker, Shining Dagger, + Trim Hands, Karue Nobnama, and Skinner +Mistakes: Data referred to as Lieutenant (pg. 17); + Data uses contraction (couldn't, pg. 194); +Races: Antareans, Lorcans, Ferengi +Worlds: Lorca, Alpha Centauri IV, Orestes VII +X-Refs: Lewis and Clark Expedition + +Plot Summary: + The Enterprise journeys to Lorca, a beautiful world with a feudal +culture where the inhabitants wear masks to show their rank and +station. There, Captain Picard and an away team don masks of their own +to begin a quest for the planet's ruler and the great Wisdom Mask that +the leader traditionally wears. Their mission: to establish diplomatic +relations. + But shortly after transporting, Picard and his party lose contact with +the ship, and Commander Riker leads a search party down to the planet to +find them. + Both men, however, are unaware that their searches -- indeed, the ship's +entire mission -- are part of a madman's plan. A madman who is setting the +stage for a trap that will ensnare both Enterprise landing parties, and +leave him poised to seize control of the awesome Wisdom Mask... + And the planet Lorca itself. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#8 The Captain's Honor Copyright September 1989 +Authors: David and Daniel Dvorkin +StarDate: 41800.9 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Capt. Lucius Aelius Sejanus, Gaius Aldus, Ens. Jenny de Luz, + Lt. Marcus Julius Volcinius, Adm. Howard Delapore, Quillen, + Chairman Melkinat, Gretna Melkinata, Anka, Brutus Nothus, Sari, + Larten, Hjalmar Foch, Yoolka, Klamnin, Julia Sicania, Arkanka, + Dr. Marius Tertius Secondus, Antonius Appius, Marcus Claudius, + Ingerment, Nadeleen, Julius Apius, Appius Cornelius, + Yavam Poroviki, and Cmdr. Claudius Marcellus Caecus +Misc.: Sets maximum sustainable Warp at 9.6 +Races: M'dok, J'nakans, Tenarans +Ships: U.S.S. Centurion, U.S.S. Farragut +Worlds: Tenara, Meramar, Adhara +X-Refs: The ship U.S.S. Farragut was recommissioned and renamed as the + U.S.S. Centurion; Monsieur du Plessis, Picard's Latin teacher; + +Plot Summary: + A series of vicious attacks by the enigmatic M'Dok Empire has devastated +the planet Tenara -- bringing the Enterprise and another Federation +starship, the Centurion, to the planet's aid. The Centurion's captain is +Lucius Sejanus -- a powerful magnetic man who favors taking a far stronger +stance against the M'Dok than Captain Picard. And as the conflict +escalates, Sejanus's instincts seem to be correct... for it appears only +extreme measures can stop the murderous raids on Tenara. + Now the people of Tenara must decide which path they will follow -- the +way of peace, or the road to war. But unknown to any, one of the +Centurion's officers has made that decision for them -- and plans to +provide a full-scale ware between the Federation and the M'Dok Empire! + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#9 A Call to Darkness Copyright November 1989 +Author: Michael Jan Friedman +StarDate: 42908.6 + +Regulars: Data, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Dr. Pulaski, Riker, + Troi, and Worf +Guests: Giancarlo Fredi, Sharif, Radzic, Ens. Pappas, Li Fong, Palazzo, + Abraham Orbutu, Dani Orbutu, Dr. Sam Burtin, Badnajian, Perapataat, + Assistant Chief Engineer Modiano, Lean'druc, Cafar'ris, Eliek'tos, + Dan'nor Tir'dainia, Trien'nor Tir'dainia, Fidel'lic, Orian'tuc, + Boron'bak, Ralak'kai, Nurse Hans Vanderventer, Aruellos, Ma'alor, + Zanc'cov, Mick Marcroft, Toc'tu, Jorek Tovin, Harr'h, Merriwether, + Beff't, Kopaa'car, Seedirk, Rin'noc, Ka'asot, Nurel'lid, and Strak +Races: Klah'kimmbri, Cantiliac, Rhadamanthans, Chaquafar'u, Gorn, Dra'al, + Pandrilites, Klingons, Mutil, Lek, Tetracites, Rythrians, Merethua, + Tant'lithi +Ships: U.S.S. Gregor Mendel +Worlds: Baldwin-McKean's Planet, A'klah, Cassiopeia Gamma IV, Chaquafar, + Trilik'kon Mahk'ti, Stanhague, Fythrian'n V + +Plot Summary: + The Enterprise discovers a lifeless Federation research vessel, orbiting +a planet hidden behind a mysterious energy shield. Over the strong +objections of his senior officers, Captain Picard and an away team beam +over in search of the missing crew -- + + And Vanish. + + But soon his captain's disappearance is not the only problem facing +Commander Riker. For a mysterious disease has begun, ravaging the +Enterprise crew. Now Riker must unravel the secrets of the planet below +in order to rescue Picard -- and prevent the starship's destruction... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#10 A Rock and a Hard Place Copyright January 1990 +Author: Peter David +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Capt. Andrew Borjas, Cmdr. Quintin Stone, Adm. Karen Williams, + Mark Masters, Jackson 'Squibby' Carter, Neilson, Gloria, Wynsteen, + Eleanor Buch 'Bookworm' Carter, Paul 'Scooter' Estin, Jenny, + Stephy Carter, Praedor Ryne, Buchanan, Clarke, Taylor, Sylvia, + Vernon Detwiller, Ebunan A'T'siva, Dave Mosley, Tinker, D'Angelo, + Scully, Jansen, and Sweeney +Ships: U.S.S. Nimitz, U.S.S. Moniter +Worlds: Paradise, Culinan, Ianni +Misc.: Jackson Carter, Eleanor Carter and Cmdr. Riker grew up together in + Valdez. 'Squibby' was Riker's nickname for Carter, and Carter + tagged Riker with the nickname 'Thunderball'. Both men once + called Eleanor Carter 'Bookworm', saying that she "couldn't hit + water if she fell off a boat"; Commander Stone beat the + Kobayashi Maru scenario + +Plot Summary: + Under the best circumstances, terraforming is a tough, dangerous task +that pits the hardiest of pioneers against an unforgiving environment. +When the terraformers on the planet Paradise fall behind schedule, +Commander Riker is given temporary leave from the Enterprise and sent to +assist. + Riker's replacement on the Enterprise is a volatile officer named Stone +whose behavior soon raises questions about his ability and his judgement. +Meanwhile, Commander Riker has become enmeshed in a life and death struggle +with Paradise's brutal landscape. However, he soon learns that not all of +the planet's dangers are natural in origin -- as he comes face to face with +Paradise's greatest danger and most hideous secret. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#11 Gulliver's Fugitives Copyright May 1990 +Author: Keith Sharee +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Montoya, James Crighton/Capt. Alfred Bowles, Oleph, Una, Frazer, + Major Ferris, Yuri Timoshenko, Ens. Shikibu, Amoret, Caliban, + Rhiannon, Odysseus, Nikitushka Lomov, Ens. Dorothy 'Chops' Taylor, + Lt. Regina Wentz, Ens. Skoel, Gunabibi, Coyote, Lt. Daley, Maui, + Isis, Bussard, Rob Hazlitt, Gulliver, Sekhmet, Proteus, Uyemon, + Sir Gawain, Stagolee, Tezcatlipoca, Lt. Redman, Gaea, and Ouranos +Races: Sadalsuudians +Worlds: Rampart, Rastaban III, Beta Aquarius V +Misc.: Indicates Warp Factor 4 is equal to 100 times C + +Plot Summary: + While searching for the U.S.S. Huxley, a starship missing for over ten +years, the Enterprise stumbles across a forgotten colony of humans on a +planet called Rampart -- a world where fiction, speculation, and works of +the imagination are considered the ultimate crime. + A survey team from the planet beams on board the Enterprise to search +for "contraband" materials -- and suddenly the crew find themselves plunged +into the middle of a murderous civil war between a determined band of +rebels and the planet's ruthless mind police. A civil war whose outcome +will determine not only the future of the planet Rampart, but the the life +of Captain Jean-Luc Picard as well. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#12 Doomsday World Copyright July 1990 +Authors: Carmen Carter, Peter David, Michael Jan Friedman, + and Robert Greenberger +StarDate: 43197.5 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Lt. Solis, Gezor, Professor Nassa Coleridge, Lt. Keenan, Zamorh, + Ambassador Stephaleh n'Ehliarch, Ambassador Gregach, Powell, Thul, + Zan, Rammis, Dr. Stoller, Lt. Edwards, Shaun, Clark, Delia, Blanc, + Delaplace, Ravitch, Busiek, Drusanne, Grax, Ilugh, Ekrut, + Lt. Dean, Ens. Burke, Lars Trimble, Big Stragahn, Onaht, Hulk, + Tazradh, Dronagh, Esquar Hudak, Keeglo, Stokk, Yudal Malat, + Ens. Davies, Mand'liiki, Lektor, Eronn, Pirrus, Naalat, Arikka, + Baruk, Rorrul, Howul, Teroon, Ens. Nagel, Capt. Shagrat, Matat, + Keriat, and Glora +Races: K'Vin, Sullurh, Ariantu, Rhadamanthans, Ferengi, Ditelans, + Om'raii, Maratekkans, Randrisians, Andorians, Tellarites, + Thialtans, Inanh, Zoloch, Orions, Xanthricites, Torquans, Eluud, + Pandrilites, Vulcans, Tetracites +Worlds: Kirlos, Slurin, Lethrak, Tehuan, Devlin IV, Torqua, Titrikus IV, + Maynard II + +Plot Summary: + The planet Kirlos -- an artificial world built by a mysterious long-dead +race called the Ariantu. Kirlos is now home to many races from both the +Federation and the K'vin Hegemony, who have enjoyed years of peaceful co- +existence and profitable trade. The planet also holds a wealth of +undiscovered archaeological treasures, which the Enterprise and its crew +are dispatched to help uncover. + Sent to the surface to assist an archaeological team, Geordi, Data, and +Worf soon find themselves cut off from the Enterprise -- and prime suspects +in a series of terrorist attacks. The three Enterprise crewmen are +imprisoned, relations between the K'vin and the Federation begin to +crumble, and Kirlos' ancient underground machinery awakens from a +centuries long dormancy, primed to release the most powerful destructive +force ever known. + *This is a very special STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION story -- the* + *product of a first-ever collaboration between four of STAR TREK's * + *most popular and respected writers. * + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#13 The Eyes of the Beholders Copyright September 1990 +Author: A.C. Crispin +StarDate: UNKNOWN +Linguist's Note: The 't' prefix used in Vulcan names is + only appropriate for bonded females. + (i.e. T'Pring before 'Amok Time' and not after) + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Ens. Whitedeer, Dr. (Lt.) Selar, Thala, Lt. Greenstein, Dr. Gavar, + Ens. Sonya Gomez, Administrator Thuvat, Dr. Logan, Dr. Chandra, + Nurse Johnson, Nurse Selinski, Nurse Itoh, Clara Bernstein, + Dr. Johannes Grunewalt, Yeoman Ricardo Montez, Caledon, Kathella, + Paula Andropova, Nurse Penelope Johnson, Professor Jonas, + Lt. Adams, Ens. Sait, and Lt. Maginde +Races: Andorians, Ylans +Ships: U.S.S. Nogura, U.S.S. Stargazer +Worlds: Thonolan IV, Arcturus VI, Komeera VII, Delma Proxima II, Yla, + Deneb IV, Castor III, Berengaria VII, and Velara III +X-Refs: Laura Wu, academy friend of LaForge; Thev, father of Thala, + Sukat, betrothed to Selar; T'Nira, Vulcan composer; + Elvis Presley; Beethoven +Misc.: Riker's record: First posted to U.S.S. Nogura as an Ensign; + Paula Andropova was Riker's first lover; Lt. Adams, Ens. Sait, + and Lt. Maginde were the away team who discovered Data on + Theta Omicron. + +Plot Summary: + After several Federation and Klingon ships disappear while traveling a +newly opened trade route, the Enterprise is sent to investigate. Their +quest leads Captain Picard and his crew to an eerie space graveyard full +of ships of every size and description -- all of them, dead in space. + At the center of the graveyard lies a huge, incredibly powerful +Artifact, constructed by an ancient alien race. And as the crew struggles +to solve the mystery of the Artifact, they unwittingly trigger its +awesome power, a power that threatens insanity and death to all aboard +the Starship Enterprise! + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#14 Exiles Copyright November 1990 +Author: Howard Weinstein +StarDate: 44429.1 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Curister Zeila, Lef, Prefex Retthew, Ozemmik, Sedge, R'teep, + Ambassador Navirra, Gina Pace, Lt. Rick Holzrichter, Robbal, + Ens. Rachel Lopez, Deputy Turchin, Nole, Danid, Lt. White, + Ens. Ryan, Ens. Chafin, and Marshal Greiba +Races: Alajians, D'aveedi, Etolosans, Ta'Troshans, Bekeem +Worlds: Alaj, Etolos, Vorgon, Ta'Trosha IV, Drema IV, Kejor VI, Anarra, + Gamma Norik, Keroven, Pojed VII, Harok +Misc.: Picard builds model of the Bon Homme Richard + +Plot Summary: + For three centuries the people of Alaj and the people of Etolos have +been bitter enemies. However, when crippling disasters strike both +worlds, each planet becomes the other's only hope for survival. + With time running out, Captain Picard and his crew are called to +negotiate a peaceful settlement and begin rescue efforts. But some +factions would rather see both planets perish and will stop at nothing +to prevent peace. + Soon the Enterprise crew is caught up in a web of intrigue and terrorism +that culminates with with an act of ultimate revenge against both peoples -- +revenge that will mean the destruction of two worlds and the Enterprise! + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#15 Fortune's Light Copyright January 1991 +Author: Michael Jan Friedman +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Teller Conlon, Larrak, Lyneea Tal, Mukhurjee, Norayan, Kelnae, + Drohner, Reggidor Bosch, Ito, Jake Stutzmann, Lt. Aquino, Kobar, + Lt. Solis, Ralk, Daran, (and Data's holodeck baseball team: + Bobo Bogdonovich(3), Tonelli, Terwilliger(Manager), Muri + Sakahara(C), George Kilkenney, Gilderbaum, Noah Denyabe(2), + Cordoban(Lf), Galanti(1), Jackson(SS), Cherry, Augustin, Maggin, + and Kevin Houlihan) +Races: Andorian, Rhadamanthan, Impriman, Tetracite, Maratekkan, + Dibdinagii +Ships: U.S.S. Yorktown +Worlds: Dante Maxima VII/Imprima, Gamma Tobin, Dibdina, Beta Bilatus VII, + Beta Sargonus IV, Gamma Trilesias, Delta Ganymede +Misc.: Picard studied fencing at Salle Guillaume on the Rive Gauche in + Paris; professional baseball ended 2059; +X-Refs: Capt. Ledbetter(commanding U.S.S. Yorktown); Fairbanks Icebreakers; + Phoenix Sunsets + +Plot Summary: + Dante Maxima Seven -- a world known to it's inhabitants as Imprima. +A world where Madragi -- huge social/economic entities wealthy beyond +compare -- control the fate of millions... + Years ago, William Riker was part of the Starfleet delegation that +opened Imprima to the Federation. Now the disappearance of an old +friend -- Teller Conlon, who also served on that team -- draws Riker +and the Enterprise across the galaxy, back to Imprima. + Because the jewel known as Fortune's Light -- one of Madraga Criathis's +most priceless possessions -- has been stolen. And Teller Conlon stands +accused of its theft. Now Riker must discover the truth behind the +disappearance of both his friend and Fortune's Light, no easy task on a +world where treachery and intrigue are commonplace... and where even an +old friend's embrace may conceal the deadly bite of a dagger's blade. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#16 Contamination Copyright March 1991 +Author: John Vornholt +StarDate: 44261.3 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Dr. Lynn Costa, Dr. Emil Costa, Dr. Karn Milu, Ens. Kraner, + Shana Russell/Jasmine Terry, Dr. Grastow, Saduk, Dr. Baylak, + Kwalrak, Ulree, Mayra, Akree, Ens. Hamer, Judge Ishe Watanabe, + Efrek, Ambassador Gretchen Gaelen, Ens. Cavay, and + Security Officer Queryl +Races: Kreel, Antareans +Worlds: Kayran Rock, Epsilon IV +X-Refs: Megan Terry, assistant to the Costas, and mother of Shana Russell + +Plot Summary: + The Enterprise crew is stunned when famed scientist Lynn Costa is murdered +in one of the ship's science labs. She and her husband Emil were known as +science's greatest ongoing collaboration and, together, they had received +the Federation's highest honors for their achievements in scientific +research. + Determined to see the culprit brought to justice, Captain Picard assigns +Lt. Worf and Counselor Deanna Troi to the case. Their routine investigation +of the ship's science labs soon reveals a dangerous web of deceit, betrayal, +and madness. Now, Worf and Troi find themselves struggling against a +ruthless assassin set on revenge -- for whom murder is only the beginning... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#17 Boogeymen Copyright July 1991 +Author: Mel Gilden +StarDate: 43747.3 +Note: The poem that Captain Picard recites to Wesley is by poet + James Thompson (1834-1882). + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Ensign Barbara Winston-Smyth, Lt. Shubunkin, Cmdr. Mont, + Professor Eric Baldwin, Tasha Yar, Effie, Rhonda Howe, + Mr. Howe, Ward, Birnberg, Ensign Perry, and Lt. Hiller +Races: Trilg, d'Ort'd, Orma +Worlds: Tantamon IV +Mistakes: Picard states that no one has ever beaten the Kobayashi Maru + scenario, but in #10, _A_Rock_and_a_Hard_Place_, it is stated + that Commander Quentin Stone DID beat the scenario +X-Refs: Dr. Sandra Borders, creator of the Borders Scale, and senior + exobiology librarian at Memory Alpha; Chuang Tzu, Chinese + philosopher, 4th Century B.C. + +Plot Summary: + Eric Baldwin is the Federation's premier exologist, a specialist in all +manner of alien life forms -- and one of Captain Picard's oldest, most +trusted friends. But Baldwin's discoveries have made him enemies across +the galaxy, and now he wants Picard to help protect him by erasing all +traces of his existence. + But Picard soon finds himself with little time to worry about Baldwin's +problems. For the Enterprise has suddenly become a strange, dangerous place +-- a ship where assassins lurk around every corner, and even old trusted +friends are not what they seem. Threats all masterminded by the strangest +race of aliens Picard and his crew have yet encountered... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#18 Q-in-Law Copyright October 1991 +Author: Peter David +StarDate: UNKNOWN +Historian's Note: Q-In-Law takes place approximately three months before + the events in 'Menage a Troi' and significantly before + 'Q-Pid'. + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Kerin, Sehra, Nistral, Graziunas, Lt. Cohen, Technician Jackson, + Lt. Clapp, Lt. Burnside, Ens. Chafin, Lt. Walter Charles, Karla, + Lt. Dini, Lt. Clarke, Lwaxana Troi, and Q +Races: Tizarin + +Plot summary: + When two powerful rival families of the spacefaring merchant race called +the Tizarin are to be joined through marriage, the U.S.S. Enterprise is +chosen as the site for the wedding. Though Captain Picard is pleased by the +happy duty, his pleasure is cut short by the arrival of the Federation dele- +gate from Betazed: Lwaxana Troi -- the mother of ship's counselor, Deanna +Troi. + Despite Lwaxana Troi's romantic overtures toward the captain, the celebra- +tion seems to go smoothly until the situation is further complicated by the +arrival of the notorious and all-powerful being called Q -- who has come to +examine and challenge the human concept of love. Suddenly, the festivities +are in turmoil, the powerful Tizarin families are on the verge of war, and +Lwaxana Troi is determined to teach Q a lesson in love that he will never +forget.... + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#19 Perchance to Dream Copyright December 1991 +Author: Howard Weinstein +StarDate: 44295.7 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi, Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Gina Pace, Ken Kolker, Ens. Burnside-Clapp, Capt. Arit, + First Valend Egin, Jevlin, Keela, Mahdolin, Naladi, Mog, Ko, + Coggins, Polly Park, and Lt. Casby +Races: Tenirans +Worlds: Domarus IV/Mirrillon, the Nivlakan colonies, Ziakk V +Ships: U.S.S. Jonathon Levy (science vessel) + +Plot Summary: + On a routine mission to survey Domarus IV -- a class M world with no +intelligent life -- a U.S.S. Enterprise shuttle crewed by Data, Troi +and Wesley Crusher is captured by a race called the Tenirans who claim +the world for themselves. As Captain Picard tries to negotiate with the +captain of the Teniran ship, the shuttle suddenly disappears in a blaze +of color and light. + Picard demands to know what's happened to the shuttle and its crew, but +the Tenirans deny any part in their disappearance. Suddenly, Captain +Picard vanishes from the bridge and finds himself alone on the planet's +surface with the Teniran captain. As the two captains begin to work +together, they realize that they are not alone on Domarus IV as they con- +front and incredible alien force with the power to transform a world -- +or to destroy it. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#20 Spartacus Copyright February 1992 +Author: T.L. Mancour +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi, + Wesley, and Worf +Guests: Howard, Capt. Jared, Force Cmdr. Sawliru, Mission Cmdr. Alkirg, + Kurta, Dren, Maran, Porupt, Garan, Deski, Prefect Morgus, Tenek, + Daris, Ens. Marks, Adm. Fortesque, and Cmdr. Seris +Races: Romulans, Catellox, Cardassians, Ferengi, Saren, Vemlans, Gaens, + Sirians, Jenisha, Slao-vecki, Aeorethians, Terids, Borg, Spartacans +Worlds: Vemla, Valarous, Sephria, Centauris +Ships: U.S.S. Francis Drake (destroyed in a Gabriel effect) + +Plot Summary: + Answering a distress call, the U.S.S. Enterprise finds a damaged alien +vessel -- the Freedom -- crewed by a race known as the Vemlans. Their +captain, Jared, asks for assistance in repairing his ship -- assistance +fleet from Vemla, who claim that Jared and his crew are escaped slaves -- +and their property! + As Jared and his people plea for protection and the right to be free, +Captain Picard is caught between the demands of his conscience and the +dictates of the Prime Directive. And when the Vemlan fleet threatens to +fight if the U.S.S. Enterprise doesn't stand aside, Picard must choose +between the safety of his ship... and the annihilation of an entire race. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#21 Chains of Command Copyright April 1992 +Author: Bill McCay and Eloise Flood +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, Troi and Worf +Guests: Yeoman Janet Kinsolving, Dr. Akihiko, Dr. Selar, Iarni Koban, + Josip Vossted, Chu Edorlic, Drraagh, Lorens Ben, Shakra Ben, + Fritt, Haliger, Kemmel, Forns, Jevet, Swagen, Yafeu, Dil, + Dr. (Lisa?) Iovino, Neela, Ens. Tho, Jeremy, Martinez, Tarbin, + Gord, Crewman First Class Olivier Previn, Fendager, Kalik, Welken, + Rekking, Hweeksk, Ambassador Sturthin, and Kraax-koorn-aka +Mistakes: In #3, _The_Children_of_Hamlin_, there was a character named + Dr. Lisa Iovino, but she transferred off the Enterprise at + the end of that novel... is the Dr. Iovino in this novel related? +Races: Tseetsk, Aurelians +Ships: U.S.S. Charadri +Worlds: Amon IV, Koorn, Foothold + +Plot Summary: + While exploring a group of devastated class-M planets in a remote sector +of of space, the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise is shocked to discover a group +of human slaves on a forbidding, glacial world. When the slaves revolt +against their human overseers, Captain Picard and his crew sympathize with +the slaves plight but cannot interfere in the conflict. + After the revolt is a success, Captain Picard learns that both the slaves +and the overseers were controlled by a mysterious bird-like race called the +Tseetsk, who are coming to reclaim their property. With time running out, +the rebels kidnap Captain Picard and Counsellor Troi -- drawing the U.S.S. +Enterprise into the middle of their deadly plan of vengeance. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#22 Imbalance Copyright June 1992 +Author: V.E. Mitchell +StarDate: 44839.2 + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi and Worf +Guests: Lt. Deyllar, Keiko Ishikawa, Zelfreetrollan, Zelnixcanlon, + Zelk'helvtrobreen, Zelmirtrozarn, Zelbrektrovish, Riis, + Zelnyartroma'ar, Zelnyentrozhahk, Ens. Reggie Tanaka, Canjiir, + Lt. Mendosa, Lt. Chang, Dr. Selar, Mren, and Zelk'helvk'veltran +Races: Jarada, Tal'rekswee, Alsrayven, Selvairians +Worlds: Beltaxiyan Minor, Torona IV, Beltaxiyan Major, Naks!zray IV, + Yokohama IV, Marel V, Dalraydy, Dulsinaray +X-Refs: Fizzbin; Karbresh, pre-Reformation Vulcan composer; Ens. Handler; + Sri Janda, High Commissioner of Dalraydy; Kiyoshi, old friend of + Keiko; Commissioner T'Zen; Leila Koryev; Jennie Li; Rohnert, + Starfleet Academy lecturer + +Plot Summary: + The Jarada are a mysterious race of insectoid beings with an extreme +devotion to protocol. When this usually reclusive race offer to open +diplomatic relations with the Federation, Captain Picard and the U.S.S. +Enterprise are quickly ordered to Jarada to negotiate the exchange of +Ambassadors. + When the ship arrives, the Jarada seem uncharacteristically friendly. +The invite Picard to send down members of his crew and negotiations proceed +both quickly and smoothly. Suddenly, however, the Jarada change. They cut +off Commander Riker and his away team from the U.S.S. Enterprise and initiate +an unprovoked attack on the ship. Now Picard must unravel the aliens' +mystery before it's too late for the away team -- and the U.S.S. Enterprise. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#23 War Drums Copyright October 1992 +Author: John Vornholt +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, Guinan, LaForge, O'Brien, Picard, Riker, + Troi and Worf +Guests: Raul Oscaras, Senna, Turrok, Adm. Bryant, Dr. Louise Drayton, + Edward, Gregg Calvert, Myra Calvert, Balak, Dr. Freleng, + Wolm, Pojra, Krell, Maltak, Lupo, Maltz, and Lt. Wallis +Races: Klingons, Bajorans, Romulans, Cardassians, Betazoids, + Vulcans, Ferengi, Aretians, Pargites +Worlds: Selva, Kapor'At, Arcturus IV, Pargite +X-Refs: Dr. Singh; Wesley Crusher; The Golden Rule; Starbase 73 + +Plot Summary: + The planet Selva -- a lush colony world settled by a hardy group of +humans, who found the planet already inhabited by a small gang of young +Klingons. When violence erupts between the two groups, Captain Picard +and the U.S.S. Enterprise are sent to render assistance. + Worf leads a landing party to the planet while the Starship Enterprise +is called away on another urgent mission. On Selva, Worf and his party +find that the old hatreds and prejudices between humans and Klingons are +revived, and the settlers are out for blood. Now, Worf must prevent +a horrible massacre, before all of them fall prey to Selva's deadly +secret... and raging fury. + + + +ST:TNGNC 11/12/92 +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ + +#24 Nightshade Copyright December 1992 +Author: Laurell K. Hamilton +StarDate: UNKNOWN + +Regulars: Data, Dr. Crusher, LaForge, Picard, Riker, Troi and Worf +Guests: General Basha, Ens. Kelly, Ens. Conner, Lt. Vincient, + Colonel Talanne, Jeric, Breck, Dr. Zhir, Audun, Cratin, + Marit, Liv, General Alick, Ens. Chi, Capt. Diric, Kel, + Chief Engineer Veleck, General Hanne, Dr. Stasha, Bebit, + Morei, Portun, and Olon +Races: Klingons, Orianians, Betazoids, Vulcans, Milgians +Worlds: Oriana, Rura Penthe +X-Refs: Alexander Rozhenko; Sherlock Holmes; Halloween + +Plot Summary: + After two hundred years of civil war the planet Oriana is dying. +Most of the surface vegetation is gone, the air is nearly unbreathable, +and the people themselves are dying. Now, the two warring factions +have finally sat down to talk peace, and Captain Picard and the +U.S.S. Enterprise are sent to help them negotiate a settlement. + Picard, Lt. Worf, and Counsellor Troi beam down to Oriana, just +as the Starship Enterprise is called away on another urgent mission. +Alone on the planet, the U.S.S. Enterprise team learns that there +are people that would rather finish the devastating conflict than +talk peace. Suddenly, Picard is accused of murder and the delicate +negotiations have fallen into the hands of Lt. Worf. + Now, Worf and Troi must unravel the truth and prevent planet-wide +disaster, before time runs out for the people of Oriana and the crew +of the Starship Enterprise. + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/conundr.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/conundr.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..34267668 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/conundr.rev @@ -0,0 +1,468 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains amnesiac spoilers [how's THAT for an +oxymoron, gang? :-) ] for this week's TNG outing, "Conundrum". Be prepared +for a rude awakening if you don't bail out now. + +My word, that was fun! + +Well, we've finally got a *really* memorable outing in 1992. The last few +have been interesting, to be sure, but this one really grabs you. At least, +it grabbed me. More on that, after a word from our special correspondent in +Synopsis, CA: + +The Enterprise is tracking some odd signals which could be a sign of +intelligent life. Troi and Data are in Ten-Forward: Troi manages to beat +Data at three-D chess and then coaxes Data into paying off his bet. Beverly, +meanwhile, is examining a diver who missed a dive by a little too much. +Riker and Ro, en route to the bridge, are arguing over innovative techniques +and proper procedure. Once they arrive, a ship comes into range, and appears +to be the origin of the signals. It's a one-man craft with minimal armament, +so they hail it and keep shields down. The craft's scans then mimic an +optical data reader and increase more than tenfold in power, so the shields +go up. + +Data, behind the bar, offers Troi her winnings: a Samarian Sunset [a drink], +traditionally made. Suddenly, a green flash washes over Data, and then the +rest of the crew in rapid succession. On the bridge, everyone seems oddly +confused...and rightly so, for all have suddenly lost all memory of who they +are! + +They quickly realize that they're on a starship, and Ro (at helm..."Looks +like I'm the pilot") finds that the helm is down. Riker and Worf examine +tactical, which is also inoperative. Everyone's ability to do these things +makes it clear that while their identities have vanished, their basic skills +have not. Riker notes that Picard, with four pips, is probably the +starship's leader, although Worf (also decorated, with the sash) points out +that there are other possibilities. Picard, however, points out that who +leads is unimportant right at the moment; the important thing is to find out +their identities and mission. And, as an unidentified person in a +commander's uniform points out, they need to know what happened to them, and +how. + +Geordi scans and finds traces of debris in front of the ship. Ro theorizes +that perhaps that ship somehow attacked them and caused all this, and that +return fire destroyed it. If so, Picard reasons, other damage might also +have occurred; but unfortunately, he finds no way to interface with the +computer at present. Geordi calls up general system directories and finds +that communications are out, which destroys any chance of a distress signal. +They decide to talk to the crew, hoping they have their memories--but they +decide to do it carefully, as there may be a boarding party on board. Worf, +taking charge, orders crewmembers to select a representative from each of +their groups and report to the bridge that way, remaining calm. + +In sickbay, we find Beverly and her patient equally affected. Bev's basic +medical skills seem intact (she fixes her patient's arm without even thinking +about it), but nothing else--and the patient's even worse off, having no +visible clues to what she does. ("I'm a patient in a bathing suit. That +doesn't say much.") The eventual report to the bridge is that everyone's +been similarly affected. + +Worf, in the command chair, gives a rundown of their tactical capability, and +concludes from their formidable armament that they're a battleship. Ro +decides to go to Engineering to try to restore systems; and after Riker stops +her from dashing off half-cocked, they and Geordi all go down (after +receiving permission from Apparent Captain Worf). + +Geordi and Ro make rapid progress. Riker suggests Geordi get essential +systems control back up to the bridge [first priority being weapons, +propulsion, and shields, second being personnel files], while he and Ro +survey the personnel decks to see if everyone's all right. + +Picard and the unnamed commander report to Worf that there have been no +apparent injuries or deaths, and that all the systems are starting to come +back. Worf says that combat-readiness is top priority, and rejects Picard's +suggestion that the ship's logs are just as if not more important. The +systems come back on line. "Now, we are ready." "The question is, for what?" + +After a test of tactical systems reveals no problems at all, Picard suggests +a full diagnostic of command systems. Worf initially objects, but when the +unnamed commander agrees with Picard that damage may still be present, +agrees. (Beverly's need for normal brainscans to compare to current ones, +i.e. medical records, is given next highest priority.) + +Riker and Ro finish deck ten and head for Ten-Forward, engaging in a little +flirtatious bantering along the way. When they get there, they talk to the +group's representative (Deanna), who tells them of two anomalies. First, the +bartender is an artificial lifeform (Data); and second, she can sense strong +emotions while the others cannot. She senses something vaguely familiar +about Riker...but then Worf calls down to tell Riker and Ro that they've +finally accessed the personnel files. + +The biographical sketches are out of reach, but the crew manifest is there. +The positions are as one would expect, except that Will Riker is now *second* +officer, with the first officer being the heretofore unnamed commander, +Commander Keiran MacDuff. Picard orders the rest of the bridge crew to the +bridge, and tells an apologetic Worf to think nothing of his brusque behavior +earlier. + +A bit later, the crew has a conference. They've discovered their situation. +The ship is called the Enterprise, they're all in the United Federation of +Planets, and the Federation has been at war with the Lysian Alliance for +years. It's likely that a new Lysian weapon, which has already resulted in +the capture of over a dozen Federation ships, is responsible for what +happened to them, and that it's turning the tide of the war. Their mission +is to enter Lysian space and destroy the Lysian central command. Troi, +disturbed by the violent nature of the orders, suggests confirmation with +Starfleet; but Geordi and Worf hasten to point out that their orders include +radio silence, and that any attempt to communicate with Starfleet would +result in them being detected and stopped, thus jeopardizing not only their +own safety, but that of all the other ships on other frontiers assisting in +portions of this endeavor. Picard, faced with little choice, orders a course +to the Lysian central command. + +Riker shows Troi to her quarters, where she invites him in. She tells him +that the war simply feels wrong to her, but acknowledges that war is likely +to feel wrong in all cases. She again senses something familiar about Riker, +and links it to past, pleasant emotions. Unnerved by the events of the day, +however, she backs off, and Riker bids her good night. He returns to his +quarters, only to find Ro there, dressed for bed. She tells him that "for +all we know, we could be married," and suggests that they see where things +lead them. "What if I snore in my sleep?" "What makes you think you're +going to *get* any sleep?" + +Later, the Lysian border is crossed, and 37 hours remain until they reach the +central command. A vessel identified as a Lysian destroyer lies ahead, but +scans show it to be negligibly shielded and poorly armed. The destroyer +hails them, but before Picard can respond, MacDuff argues against it, saying +first that their orders are to destroy all enemy ships, and second that it's +quite possible the new Lysian weapon is transmitted via communications +channels. Before Picard can decide what to do, the destroyer gives up its +attempts at hailing and powers up its weapons. It fires, and the Enterprise +responds, blowing the ship to bits. MacDuff is pleased, but Picard remains +uncertain... + +At a conference, Ro then recommends a randomly oriented approach to the +central command in an effort to shake off whatever Lysian pursuit there may +be. Beverly points out that there are techniques which may restore their +memory, but that without the medical records it could be very hazardous to +try. Geordi and Data renew their efforts at locating the records +(speculating simultaneously on Data's origins; why is he the only one among +the crew?), and finally break through to the relevant section. They find, +however, that the mission reports, the crew recordings, the personal logs and +the medical logs are all gone. In short, everything that could possibly give +them a clue to who they are is missing. + +Troi, meanwhile, visits Riker in his quarters, feeling restless and claiming +that *everything* feels wrong to her. Riker, to put her at ease, starts +talking about what he's found out about himself: his trombone [which he +appears to play better than he did before] shows he's musical, a souvenir +from "a place called Alaska" shows that he's athletically inclined and +interested in mountain climbing, he's interested in exotic food, and "I +vacation on a planet called Risa," as the horgon makes clear. Troi notices a +book, and opens it to read a dedication: "To Will. All my love, Deanna." +This, as Riker points out, may explain the familiar feelings she's been +having. Suddenly, Ro walks in. Troi and Riker insist nothing was being +interrupted, and a somewhat flustered Troi beats a hasty retreat. Ro asks if +Riker's sure nothing was going on, because "I have a feeling that I used to be +the jealous type." + +Geordi tells the others of just how specific and selective the damage to the +computer was, but MacDuff points out that it is consistent with the +information they have on the Lysian weapon. Beverly says that she could try +the procedure without the records, but it would be dangerous; and MacDuff +hastily volunteers for the process. Unfortunately, he appears to go into +convulsions early on: the process is too dangerous, and isn't making any +progress. Beverly concludes she's back to square one. + +Picard and MacDuff talk about the mission. Picard is concerned about the +utter lack of corroborative evidence, and the circumstantial evidence against +their orders (namely the lackluster Lysian ship). He compares their +situation to being "handed a weapon, taken into a room, and told to shoot a +stranger", and says he simply can't do it without some moral context. +MacDuff agrees that it would be nice if "all the questions were answered," +but points out in return that Picard may, simply due to his own moral +discomfort, end up prolonging a war and causing thousands of deaths on both +sides. Picard broods. + +MacDuff, meanwhile, calls Worf to his quarters. When Worf arrives, MacDuff +appeals to him as another person "born to combat"; in short, as a fellow +warrior. He says that their skills make them uniquely qualified for the +battle ahead, and implies that Picard's wavering on the issue may force them +to take matters into their own hands. The mission must, after all, succeed. + +The Enterprise finally enters the Lysian system, and sails through a barrage +of sentry pods with negligible effort. Riker immediately points out that it +seemed *too* easy, but agrees that no battleships have been seen yet. They +reach the central command, and find no vessels arrayed to defend it, minimal +defenses (a single photon torpedo could destroy it), and over fifteen +thousand people on board. + +Picard orders a standby. Troi claims it all is simply wrong, Riker points +out that the Federation's mortal enemies can't be that far behind in weapons +technology, and MacDuff argues that others are depending on them, that they +must attack, and attack now. Picard decides otherwise. "I shall not fire on +defenseless people." He orders a channel open--and MacDuff belays it. He +claims that something is wrong with Picard, claims command, and orders Worf +to fire. Worf refuses, but when he tries to prevent MacDuff from doing so, +MacDuff tosses him aside easily. Riker and Worf fire on MacDuff, stunning +him and revealing him as something not human at all! + +Some time later, with the crew's memories restored, the Lysians identify +"MacDuff" as a Suttaran, the Lysians' true enemies and their equal in weapons +technology. "MacDuff" attempted to use the Enterprise to end his race's war +in one swift stroke, and almost succeeded. Picard expresses deep regrets to +the Lysians for what has happened, and Riker tries to deal with the aftermath +of his abortive romances with Troi and Ro, only to find the two of them +together, and seemingly perfectly accepting of everything he did. They leave +him confused and befuddled. + +Well, now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now, onwards: + +As I said earlier, something was a little lacking in the last several TNG +outings. I've enjoyed all of them (some more than others, of course), but +none of them really reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and yanked me +in. This one managed it, in spades. + +Lots of people tried to excuse "Disaster" [yes, excuse; I thought it was +loathsome] by saying "well, it was fun because we got to see people out of +their element for a change." Fine; that's not how you do it. THIS is. +Far less contrived, far less cliched, and a lot more insightful. Nice. +Very nice. + +The core story reminded me slightly of "Clues", in that they're working with +a puzzle where the pieces don't quite fit. I think that with one exception, +however (more on that later), it worked somewhat better than "Clues" did. +Although it was clear shortly into the first act that "Keiran MacDuff" was +behind all of it, there was nothing to indicate *why*. More importantly, +given the situation, there was no reason to expect the crew to figure it out, +so we were free to speculate on KM's motives and examine how airtight he +managed to make his technique. + +And it was pretty airtight, I must say. Don't like the orders? Too bad, +thousands of your allies are counting on you. Want confirmation from +Starfleet? Aw, damn; the orders include mandatory radio silence at all +times. The "mortal enemies" might try to contact you? Well hey, the +"weapon" that hit you might just be used VIA the communications; better not +answer! Picard's concerned (and rightly so) about the moral issues at stake +here? Jar him by pointing out the second edge to that sword. Bev's found a +technique which is dangerous but might work? Quick, be a good little first +officer and volunteer for it first (beating Riker to the punch, mind), then +fake convulsions and have no "improvement" in your already-functional memory. +Worried that you're looking one-sided in always agreeing with action-oriented +Worf? Agree with Picard about the diagnostic. + +For the first time in a long while, I had to sit back, whistle, and just say +to myself, "Damn. He's good. He's really good." + +His slip-up, in fact, was entirely understandable. He appealed to the +obvious side of Worf's nature: the warrior, the defender of the Federation, +the anxious-for-battle Klingon. What he missed was Worf's commitment to +honor and fair play, and his unwillingness to outright disobey his captain. +Had Keiran been around to hear Worf apologizing to Picard for his behavior as +"captain", he might have tried a different tack; but he didn't. He only saw +the Worf who was quick to assume the captain's role, and who was impatient +with Picard when he suggested a course other than that of battle. Very, very +slick work. + +As long as I'm on the subject...the whole show was designed to more or less +show what kind of behaviours are deeply rooted in the Enterprise crew. Troi +is still very passionate on the side of life; Riker is still a lech ;-) ; +Picard is still the "accomplished diplomat" unwilling to simply obey orders +he considers unethical; Worf is still a hothead. Intriguing. (I noticed, by +the way, that Keiran's reference to Picard as a diplomat was delivered with +just a slight hint of scorn. A telling statement in its own way, and one +that crewmembers other than Worf might have picked up on. + +The most intriguing character trait related to the amnesia was the one that +*didn't* occur, however. Okay, so Picard managed to assume the demeanor of a +leader throughout (though not a pushy one), and Worf asserted himself as much +as he could before his roles were more clearly defined. Rather distinctly +absent from any HINT of command or command interest, however, was our own +Riker, William T. Perhaps Riker was never quite as interested in his own +command as he even believed himself to be--and perhaps THAT's why he's turned +so many of them down. Deep, deep down, maybe he doesn't really think it's +for him. I'm not at all sure it was intended (in fact, I'd be willing to put +money down that it wasn't), but it's something worth thinking about--and +perhaps running with in future storylines. + +Oh, before I forget, let's see the one minor objection I have to the plot's +construction. There's one person on board who, based on past history, might +well not have been affected by the memory block, and who certainly would be +likely to have warning bells going off when the "war" was made evident. Her +name, in case you hadn't guessed, is Guinan. A simple line in the teaser to +the effect of "Guinan's off on vacation" [vacationing on Gallifrey, said Lisa +:-) ] would solve that whole problem. As it is, it's a minor hole, and one +I'll assume solved by the above situation. + +(I also thought the ending was a *wee* bit on the rushed side, but much of +that was mitigated by the final sequence in 10-Forward. 'Nuff said.) + +Let's look at the Riker/Ro/Troi situation, now. Great, great fun throughout, +primarily due to Michelle Forbes diving into the role with incredible zest. +Massive scenery-chewing tends to get on my nerves, but scenery-nibbling [or, +to be honest, other-character-nibbling in this case ;-) ;-) ] is really fun +to watch if done by someone accomplished at it. I finally understand why so +many people were happy about Ro's presence: when given half a chance to +shine, she'll steal the scene. (It helps that she's got a damn sexy presence +when she wants to, too. *whap* I didn't say that. :-) ) And the final +scene in 10-Forward was about the biggest zing! we've had in an ending for a +while. Poor, poor Will; it can be so tough at times. One can only wonder +what other mind games Ro has in store for him now. (Given Bev's conduct at +the end of "Allegiance" about two years back, in fact, I think she and Deanna +ought to bring her in on things. Get those three conspiring together and +Will'll break out in cold sweats at night. ;-) ) + +(Incidentally, this continues to strengthen my belief that Jonathan Frakes's +biggest acting talent is in somewhat low-key comedy. Between this, the short +scene with Lal in "The Offspring", and various other scenes that I've +suddenly drawn a blank on, the majority of his really memorable and +interesting scenes are lighthearted. Keep that part up.) + +A few words on directing...wow, wow, and wow. Les Landau's been uneven here +and there, but he was on the whole time this go-round. Both internal and +external shots got me. Two examples of the internal shots: + +1) (Thanks to Lisa's brother Colin, film/TV major, for pointing this one +out.) As the amnesia-flash hits the bridge crew in the teaser, the camera +suddenly changes from being a mounted camera to a hand-held. The resultant +unsteadiness really gives the viewer the same feeling of disorientation the +crew has. Stroke of utter genius, that. + +2) Okay, this one's not genius, but it's good presentation. When Picard and +Keiran are discussing the morality of continuing the mission, and Keiran +points out the problem of prolonging a war solely because *they* have +worries, he gets up just then to ask it. Erich Anderson is just a few inches +taller than Patrick Stewart. Keiran doesn't tower over Picard as he asks it, +but he is in a position to stare down at Picard, almost as if Keiran's +managed to seize the high ground in the argument. The effect is subtle, but +very effective. + +On the external shots, two of the Enterprise's battle maneuvers grabbed me. +(I'm not talking FX here, I'm talking shots of the model, which is why it's +under directing.) The Enterprise swooping in on the "Lysian destroyer" had a +lot of flair to it, and the approach to the central command looked like a +bloody *shark* surfacing or something. Brr. + +All in all, very nice job on directing. + +And now, a quote from Riker: + +"The rules on this ship do not change just because Ro Laran decides they do." + +No, but the *dialogue* sure as hell does. I haven't seen stuff this snappy +in a long, long time. Part of that was the setup (more on that in a bit), +but really, really entertaining stuff was to be found in abundance here. +Much of it was in the Riker/Ro conversations, of course [after the exchange +in Riker's quarters, it was really easy to see why Ro and Guinan took to each +other so fast...both can banter innuendo with Will at the drop of a hat +:-) ], but plenty of others abounded as well. It's not been this brisk for a +while; keep it up! + +I can't resist listing at least a *few* of them, though. (Hey, I've got to +justify all that VCR-pausing somehow. :-) ) + +"I mean, I'm a patient in a bathing suit. That doesn't say much." + +"It would be nice if we all had names." [Note: it occurred to me that this +statement would have had incredible in-joke potential if Riker had said it to +O'Brien rather than Geordi. :-) ] + +"I know *I* didn't get the wrong room." + +"We may regret this." +"Regret WHAT? Aren't you being a little presumptuous?" + +"What if I snore in my sleep?" +"What makes you think you're going to *get* any sleep?" + [Ahem! This is a family program! None of that! ;-) ;-) ] + +[Riker's whole sequence on his "research" into himself. He's a musician, an +athlete, enjoys exotic food {read: had his taste buds surgically removed +before going aboard the Pagh :-) }, "and I vacation on a planet called +Risa..." while holding up the infamous horgon. Grin.] + +"Counselor?" +"Ensign." + +"I was just visiting. We'll talk again soon, Commander." +"Of course. Thank you, Counselor." + +"...I have a feeling I used to be the jealous type." + +"Our captain is undoubtedly an accomplished diplomat." [mrowr!] + +"One photon torpedo would have ended their war." +"One almost did." + +"The Counselor tells me that at times like that, we might do the things that +we've always wanted to do." +"She said that?" +[..] +"Commander, don't worry about it. As far as I'm concerned, you and I have +shared something that we will treasure forever." [Ro leaves] +"Well...I'm a little confused..." +"Well, if you're still confused tomorrow, you know where my office is." + [DOUBLE mrowr] + +Great fun. + +A word on Picard's decision not to fire--and on a topic I never quite let go +of back in January. Morality is a double-edged sword, but it's often tough +to realize that unless both edges are honed. Here, in the aforementioned +Picard/Keiran exchange, both sides were. (I particularly liked Picard's +analogy; very apt.) The question wasn't *answered*, it was simply stated. +Actually, that's not quite fair; the question was stacked by having the +villain espousing one side of it. But even so, his point was valid: *is* +the simple fact of your own moral qualms always enough to justify possibly +causing more harm in refusing to do something? This is the way moral +questions like these can be brought up; unlike the protestations of those on +a ST6-related thread, it doesn't need to be "projecting our own morals onto +the writers". 'nuff said about that. + +Miscellaneous thoughts: + +--The FX were pretty indeed. Nothing incredibly radical, but very pretty +nonetheless. + +--The music was fairly typical McCarthy, but had a few interesting "battle" +sequences that caught my ear. + +--If the Suttarans [Keiran's race] ever fall in league with the Romulans, the +Federation could be in big, biiiiig trouble. Combine Romulan-style intrigue, +treachery, and weaponry with Keiran's abilities to screw up the crew and +you've got one powdered Enterprise on display in a museum on Romulus. + +--Let's see, we've got lots of romance and sex in the air, and cute women +hanging around in swimsuits while a patient in sickbay. Gee, it wouldn't +happen to be sweeps month, would it? Naaaaah. :-) + +--The throwaway Data/Troi chess game was very interesting. The Kirk/Spock +games back in TOS were one of the few bits of characterization I always +thought worked beautifully, and this has potential to work just as well. +Hmm. + +--The initial appearance of Keiran was very low-key, and very well placed. I +didn't realize anything was wrong about him until his first close-up. "Wait +a second...THREE pips? A full commander? Something is Not Right here..." + +--In the like vein: "First Officer: Commander Keiran MacDuff." ('puter) +"Oh, shiiiiiiiiiit." (me) + +--Worf looked so *depressed* when he found out he wasn't the captain...:-) + +That really should do it; besides, it's getting disjointed as hell. Let's +just leave it at "really really good", shall we? This one's one I imagine a +lot of people will be going back to in years to come. + +So, we've had Da Writing, Da Directing, and Da Other Stuff. Da Numbers: + +Plot: 9.5. A tick off for no explanation of Guinan's absence, but + otherwise airtight, and gripping throughout. +Plot Handling: 10. The rushed ending isn't even quite enough to drop it to + 9.5. +Characterization: Can I give an 11? No? Call it 10. + +TOTAL: 10. The first one since "Unification", and a lot less hyped. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Troi phasering Worf? Data threatening Worf? O'Brien decking Worf over a +console? Man, this isn't Worf's week... + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"What if I snore in my sleep?" +"What makes you think you're going to *get* any sleep? +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cost.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cost.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1a52e565 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cost.rev @@ -0,0 +1,190 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains critical spoiler information concerning +this week's TNG offering, "Cost of Living". Those not wishing to experience +the cost of spoilers should remain clear at this time. + +We have a new candidate for the bottom five list. It was that bad + +Oh, my Lord. + +*WHAT* were they thinking? + +I'm almost speechless at just how bad this was. It had one or two amusing +moments to it, but very, very few. Yeesh. + +Anyway, let me get through the synopsis and then see what little I can +comment on this. Maestro: + +The Enterprise destroys an asteroid about to crash into an inhabited planet, +and then moves on to continue its mission--but as it leaves, dustlike debris +from the asteroid seems to settle on the ship. Deanna counsels Worf and +Alexander, suggesting they settle their dispute over rules by drawing up a +contract that both sides would then adhere to. She reassures Alexander that +one day he'll come to respect his father--and just then receives word that +her mother is on board. + +Lwaxana, it turns out, is getting married while on board, although to a man +of some stature that she's not yet met. She quickly takes a shine to +Alexander and rails against the contract they've been discussing, calling it +a sign of distrust. As the asteroid dust continues to move throughout the +ship unnoticed, Alexander confides to Lwaxana that he hates Worf. She +consoles him, and takes him to a fantasy world on the holodeck where his +every pleasure can be attended to. Both enjoy themselves a great deal--at +least, until a very annoyed Worf and Deanna search them out. + +Deanna argues with Lwaxana about the mixed messages she's sending Alexander +and the trouble she's causing, then turns to the upcoming wedding. Lwaxana +dismisses her concerns as nonsense, and then finds the replicator isn't +working properly. Hundreds of them have suddenly malfunctioned, and when +Geordi and Data check out a related problem in an access corridor, they find +some form of gelatinous matter they can't identify. Alexander and Lwaxana +discuss marriage, and Lwaxana confesses that she is compromising in order not +to be alone and afraid. + +As the investigation continues, the ship's stabilizers temporarily go offline +as well, and the same residue is found when they're checked out. Minister +Campio, the groom-to-be, is beamed aboard and found to be rather officious +and stuffy. After further study of the commonalities between the two +systems, Geordi and Data hypothesize that there's a parasite of sorts +consuming the nitrium in the Enterprise--and nitrium is also found in the +dilithium chamber and other essential areas. + +After Lwaxana offends virtually everyone she's seen so far (particularly +Campio and his Protocol Minister) by whisking Alexander away to another +holodeck visit, Alexander inadvertently prompts Lwaxana into wondering if she +isn't rushing into this too fast. Picard attempts to return the Enterprise +to the Pelloris Field (where the asteroid originated) in an attempt to lead +the parasites to another food source, but the parasites spread so fast that +nearly all essential systems go down. All members of the crew but Data fall +unconscious due to low levels of life support, but Data manages to drive the +parasites away in the nick of time, and all is restored. Lwaxana shocks +Campio at the wedding ceremony by appearing naked, and he flees in shock and +terror. She, Deanna, Alexander and Worf realize that they've taught each +other lessons as they relax once more on the holodeck. + +There we are. Sound trite? It was. Now, on to slightly more substantive +comments. + +There were precisely two lines that got a wholly positive reaction out of me +in all this. The first was Troi's "on the other hand..." after hearing her +mother was coming on board. The second was Picard's "Permission for an +onboard wedding is granted, Number One. Nothing would please me more than to +give away Mrs. Troi." [preferably to a pool full of piranha, no doubt]. The +latter was this show's version of the "I'll inform the crew" line of "Qpid", +really. This is not a promising parallel. + +I honestly don't know exactly what I can say about this. I'm outright +shocked that this made it to the screen. Let's see... + +Okay. I defended Alexander a fair amount when he appeared in his first +significant role, "New Ground". I still believe that. But with "Ethics", he +began to look like a complete one-note character--and this clinched it. +Alexander may be a very realistic child in some ways--in fact, given the +initial counseling scene with Troi and remembering a few elements of my own +upbringing, I know he is--but knowing that every five minutes in a show +featuring him you'll have an "I hate my father" or an "All he cares about is +rules/honor" or an abominably bad display of laughing or crying (the latter +in "Ethics", the former here) makes for an *extremely* unpleasant watching +environment. It's a pity, because there really *are* issues involving both +parenting on the Enterprise and Worf's fatherhood in general that could stand +to be addressed, and could be very interesting. But this is old, and should +be left to die. Please, no more. + +On the other hand, I've never defended Lwaxana, and I'm not about to start +with this kind of example. In the past, she has been amazingly annoying and +almost downright grotesque, and almost a halfway decent character in her last +appearance, "Half a Life". Here, she went back to what was apparently the +original plan for the character: a 24th-century Auntie Mame. + +In a word: bleah. The result of this transformation was to have a very +sizable fraction of the show aimed at a level that would insult most +eight-year-olds. I've never objected to programs aimed at kids, and have +enjoyed them *if* there's also a hook to keep adults entertained and +interested, e.g. Warner Bros. cartoons or nearly anything by the late Jim +Henson [sigh]. This had *nothing* to keep me watching the holodeck +sequences; in fact, it occasionally took an effort of will to *continue* +watching. Lisa has a five-year-old cousin and a three-year-old cousin who +watch TNG fairly regularly, and I expect they'll adore the holodeck scenes. +They're welcome to them; I'd be happy never to see them again as long as +I live. + +None of the actors seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about the show. I +got the impression no one's heart was in this; whether it was because they +were all dead tired or because they'd read the script is something about +which I can only speculate. But it led to probably one of the single most +unsuspenseful suspense scenes I've ever seen: Geordi's "I'm working on +it" while the ship's shaking itself to bits is delivered with all the energy +of a squashed mollusc. (And BTW, most of the Deanna/Lwaxana scenes featured +what could quite possibly be the single *worst* performance I've seen from +Marina Sirtis, _including_ the "intense pain" sequences from "Encounter at +Farpoint". Overacted and overdone--yech.) + +The plot, loosely speaking, bounced between absolute predictability and sheer +nonsense. We all knew Worf and Alexander would reconcile, as would Deanna +and Lwaxana, who we also knew wouldn't get married; there's the +predictability. On the other hand, the deflector-dish technique used to +destroy the asteroid goes against everything we've ever been told about how +the dish operates, and the departure of the parasites in the end somehow +magically brought about a fully-operative ship in the wink of an eye. (Yes, +I know they paid lip service to it by "temporary repairs have been +completed", but there was no sign of a single problem as soon as the +parasites left, and if everything was reduced to goo [or as we termed it +halfway through the show, "pixie dust droppings" :-) ], there's not much in +the way of repairs you can DO immediately.) + +As I alluded to earlier, the counseling scene at the beginning was actually +reasonable; it looked like the show had some slight potential. +Unfortunately, the closing bit of it (the "you'll come to respect your +parents" bit) went on far too long. As a throwaway, it dragged on about five +lines more than it should have; and as a real point, it was so clipped and +artificial that it set off the moralizing alarm. + +The other scene of some interest was Lwaxana's conversation with Alexander +about being old and lonely. If they'd actually *worked* with that throughout +the show and used that as their focus, the show might have had a chance--but +as it is, it just looks out of place. (I got the distinct feeling, however, +that Majel was not thinking of Lwaxana's situation during that speech, but +rather her own recent bereavement. That gave me a bit of sympathy: whatever +my opinions of Lwaxana Troi or of Majel's acting ability, her feelings for +Gene ran very deep.) + +I'm running out of things to say, because I'm really just stunned. One final +point, though: + +The LA basin experienced a 6.0-magnitude earthquake a few minutes before +10:00 tonight--in other words, just before the closing minutes of the show. +While it gave us a scare at the time (it was our first quake, and hopefully +our last--brrrrrrrr...), it seemed very appropriate in retrospect: as though +the earth *itself* recoiled in horror at just how unpleasant this show was. +You can't argue with that kind of a sign. :-) + +In sum, this is easily the worst thing since "Qpid", and *may* give "Qpid" a +run for its money for second-worst TNG ever. If it weren't for its being on +the same tape with "The First Duty", I'd have been sorely, sorely tempted to +take a magnet to the thing by now. If you read this review before you've +seen the show, consider yourself warned off. + +So, the numbers: + +Plot: 1. Pointless and boring. +Plot Handling: 1. Uninteresting or jarring direction (the return of the + jarring full-face closeups!), and nothing remotely interesting + keeping the plot going. +Characterization: 0. I saw no characters at all. + +TOTAL: 1, seeing as I'm such a generous soul. Yech. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Everyone's ideal woman is the prize of a treaty, and Picard is tempted to +take her for himself rather than stop a war. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"We're just supposed to sit here?" + --Worf, in closing +"Our thoughts exactly!" + --us, just afterwards +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cruelmer b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cruelmer new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2f68afa3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cruelmer @@ -0,0 +1,1617 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!darwin.sura.net!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!plp1 +From: plp1@Ra.MsState.Edu (patrick lane parker) +Subject: _Cruel_Mercy_ PARTS I and II +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Sat, 13 Jun 1992 21:08:37 GMT +Lines: 801 + + + + +Star Trek +The New Generation + +_Cruel_Mercy_ + +_Part_I_ + +By Patrick Parker, June 1992 + +* * * * * + +Captain's Log, Stardate 48923.53. The Enterprise is +en route to Earth, where the crew will receive a much- +needed layover of one week. During this time, a team +of Enterprise engineers and Earth-One technicians will +install the Enterprise's newly improved navigational +deflector arrays. + +* * * * * + + As the Galaxy class starship silently slid past Saturn, the captain +viewed the rings in wonder. No matter how many wondrous things he saw in his +travels, he was always impressed with the beauty of Sol's light reflecting off +the bands of dust and ice crystals that orbited the planet. It was always +good to return to this system. + It had been said that all human derived races felt a pull toward the +green and blue home world. Whether this was true, or it was just contagious +excitement, most of the crew was looking out the port viewers and windows in +barely contained anticipation. Of course bridge duty often had it's +advantages, and that day the bridge crew watched on the main viewer as the +massive, but graceful starship sailed past the ringed planet. + As they approached Mars, the Captain glanced up at the Klingon security +officer manning the comm station behind him. "Communications channel open to +Earth-One, please." As the Klingon was complying, the Captain straightened +the front of his jacket and sat up straight in his command chair. He then +looked up at the 3D communication sensor array and smiled. + "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise, requesting docking +clearance." This was, of course a formality. Earth-One knew to expect him +and had tracked the Enterprise since long before it dropped out of warp speed +near Pluto. + "Earth-One docking control to Enterprise, you are cleared to dock. +Please come around to port Alpha-four-three and initiate standard docking +sequence." + As they rounded the monolithic station and initiated standard docking +sequence, Worf announced the arrival of a priority message from planetside for +Lt. Commander Geordi LaForge and Dr. Beverly Crusher. The Captain tapped his +comm badge. "Dr. Crusher, Mr. LaForge, report to the bridge, please." In a +couple of minutes, the Chief Engineer and the Doctor stepped off the main +turbolift. + Picard nodded and Worf placed the message on the main viewer. It was +Dr. Kate Pulaski at Starfleet Medical. Everybody on the bridge was pleasantly +surprised to see her except Data, who raised his eyebrows and contemplated the +possible justifications for Dr. Pulaski contacting the Enterprise on a +priority channel. + "Captain." She nodded, acknowledging Picard, then turned to Geordi. +"Geordi, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Your mother is here at +Starfleet Medical Headquarters in a coma. She was brought here after +collapsing at her home outside San Francisco. We have diagnosed her as having +developed Boliara's Disorder." She looked like she was going to continue, but +fell silent. Beverly Crusher frowned. + Geordi stepped forward, his forehead creased with concern. "Boliara's +Disorder, what's that? Will she be OK?" Kate Pulaski looked for an instant +like she was looking for the right words. Before she could find them, Data +turned around halfway in his chair at the operations station. The android +looked at Geordi and his voice took on the tone of a lecture. + "Boliara's disease, first diagnosed 124 years ago by Dr. Lorien +Boliara..." He tilted his head to the right slightly and continued. "It is a +rare neuromuscular disfunction. Since it's discovery, there have only been +four known cases, now five. It is a condition that attacks human +neuromuscular pathways causing intermittent coma, pain, and loss of motor +control. None of the first four cases survived the onset of the disease for +more than..." Data stopped, his mouth still open. Suddenly realizing how +this related to his friend, he stopped his monologue and stared contritely at +Geordi. + Geordi felt his chest constricting. He looked at Dr. Pulaski and opened +his mouth to speak, paused and swallowed. Counselor Troi frowned and stood up +from her chair. Dr. Crusher grabbed Geordi's elbow to steady him. + Dr. Pulaski quickly continued. "We are trying a couple of treatments, +but Dr. Crusher was part of the medical team that treated the last confirmed +case of Boliara's disease and we need her help down here." + "We'll be right there." Said Dr. Crusher as she and Geordi started for +the turbolift doors. + "Mr. LaForge." Geordi turned around to the Captain. "Good luck, Mr. +LaForge." + +* * * * * + + + Counselor Troi was in her room getting ready to disembark. She looked +around, surprised. Then realized the voice was in her head. + + + Deanna smiled at her mother's candid thoughts. The Betazoids, +particularly the females, were perhaps the most open humanoids in the +Federation. Deanna still thought it odd that an individual as brutally honest +as Lwaxana Troi be selected as ambassador for Betazed. + + + + + + Troi started to reply that Captain Picard was French, not English, but +she felt her mother's presence leave her mind before she could finish the +thought. She continued packing for another fifteen minutes. She wanted to go +down to Ten-Forward and get one of Guinan's famous fudge sundaes, but that +would ruin her dinner. Cold trout, indeed! Perhaps she should go get that +sundae. + As she started to go to the door, her communicator beeped. It was Data. + "Counselor, I have just been informed that your mother is expecting you +for dinner tonight. Had I been aware of this, I would have modified the +computer-generated beam-down schedule to place you at an earlier time slot." + "Well, actually, Data, I ..." + "Do not fear, Counselor. I just rescheduled your transporter time. You +are now scheduled for beam-down in eight minutes." + "Data, you should not have gone to the trouble." + "Counselor. I have not 'gone to any trouble.' I am sure you realize it +only took a small fraction of my attention. I only hope that you are able to +make it to your dinner engagement on time" + Deanna sighed and rubbed her temples. "Thank you, Data. I appreciate +your thoughtfulness." + On the bridge, Data turned back to his console, pleased that he had been +able to salvage Counselor Troi's dinner plans. + +* * * * * + + Doctors Pulaski and Crusher stood at the foot of the bed examining the +flashing charts. Dr. Pulaski was filling Dr. Crusher in on the treatments +that had been tried. Geordi was standing at the side of his mother's bed +looking helplessly at her. A neuroscanner hovered over her head, constantly +feeding vast amounts of data to the medical computers, and a pair of +neuroprobes were attached to her temples. A pressure I.V. was strapped to her +upper arm and it would hiss periodically, injecting various fluids into her +body. Despite being unconscious, her hand or cheek would occasionally twitch. +Geordi had never seen his mother so helpless as this, and it frightened him. + Dr. Crusher took him by the elbow and led him away from the bed. "In +cases like this, the neuroprobe can only take the edge off the pain. To block +the pain completely could shut down the neural subprocessors in her brain that +control cardiac and respiratory function." + "Let me get this straight, doctor: you could block the, but then she'd +die?" He tilted his head back and blew out a breath, his cheeks puffing out. + "It's quite possible. We are trying to reduce the pain levels as much +as possible and still maintain normal bodily functions; a pretty tricky task." + Dr. Pulaski continued. "Right now she is pretty stable, so we are going +to begin running some more analyses on the data we have collected. With +Boliara's Disorder, each new case we get adds a great deal to what we know +about how the disease works. I think we can beat this thing this time." She +smiled at Geordi. + One of the computers beeped and the Doctors turned back to their +patient. "Geordi, she is coming around." Geordi stepped over to the bed and +leaned over, watching her eyelids flutter. + "Mom." Geordi reached out and took her hand in his. Slowly his mother +opened her eyes and focussed on her son. + Her lips quivered. "Am I dead and gone to heaven?" + Geordi smiled and squeezed her hand. "No, mom, you're not dead. You're +OK. We've got you at Starfleet Medical. You fainted, but you're gonna be +OK." Geordi couldn't tell if she had just squeezed his hand back or if it was +a muscular twitch. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. + "Oh, Geordi, It is so good to see you again. It has been too long." +Geordi leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. She tried to hug him, but +began trembling. + "Geordi, I'm shaking. What is the matter with me?" + Before he could say anything her muscles clinched up and she screamed. +The pressure hypo on her arm discharged and her body began jerking. Dr. +Crusher rushed over and began pushing buttons on the neuroprobe while Dr. +Pulaski ran a medicorder over her patient's chest. A Vulcan intern came and +led the worried engineer away to allow the doctors room to work. As he was +leaving he strained to see and hear the doctors at work. + "We need eight units of Trioxin...neural degeneration in the +medulla...Alpha-Dextrin, 20 units...NURSE!..." + +* * * * * + + Will Riker sat in his quarters fidgeting. He looked at his chronometer +for the hundredth time. He and Deanna Troi had planned to beam down to +Memphis tonight. He had heard about this fabulous jazz club on the river and +he had asked his long-time friend to accompany him. She had agreed, but said +that she had to eat dinner with her mother first. + The Commander was experiencing what Deanna would call 'cognitive +dissonance.' He was torn between desperately needing his own command and +desperately wanting Deanna Troi. He could not let it interfere with his +duties, and few people even knew that it bothered him. Imzadi knew, though. +They had an 'agreement' because it was impossible for them to be any closer +right now, but it still gnawed at him. The fact that their situation was of +indefinite duration made it even worse. + He called down to Starfleet Medical again to check on the condition of +Geordi's mom. The intern that answered told him that there was 'STILL no +indication, and that they were STILL DAMNED busy...'" The communication +channel went dead. Riker wondered if every doctor in the Federation was as +single minded and cranky as the ones he knew. + He checked the time and decided he had to do something or he would go +stir-crazy waiting for Deanna. He looked around his room; Trombone, no, duty +rosters, no. Then his eyes fell upon his Anbo-Jitsu rod neatly stored beside +his bed. + "Definitely time for a short match before she gets back." He quickly +got dressed and, grabbing his sensor-rod, made for the holodeck. + +* * * * * + + Deanna Troi sat in her mother's suite fidgeting. She had pushed the +fish around on her plate until there at least appeared to be less than when +she had been served. Mr. Homm, Lwaxana's tall, grey skinned valet noticed +that Deanna appeared to be finished burying the fish under the English peas, +and silently removed her plate from the table. Deanna covertly smiled a +thankful smile at Mr. Homm, who smiled back and disappeared into the other +room. + "So, mother, what is your diplomatic meeting about?" + + "Mother, I speak verbally because I work around humans. You know as +well as I that human communication is far more complex than the verbal +component." + Lwaxana frowned. + <...and besides, my mental powers are not going to waste on board the +Enterprise. In fact, I am becoming mentally stronger.> Deanna and her mother +shared a smile at that. + + + + + The older Troi shrugged. + At this point, Mr. Homm came out of the other room bearing a covered +silver dish, which he placed in front of Deanna. He lifted the lid and +revealed an elaborate chocolate fudge sundae. She smiled a 'Thank-You-God' +smile at Mr. Homm, who quietly smiled and presented Deanna with a spoon. + +* * * * * + + "C-C-Commander..." + "Huh? Oh, hey Reg," said Geordi, raising his head. He had fallen +asleep at a table in the Medical Commissary and he was not completely awake. +"What're you doing here Reg?" + "Just -uh- checking. You know, sir." Reginald Barclay looked up at the +ceiling as if he would find a cue card with the right words to say floating +over LaForge's head. "The -uh- guys in Engineering were wondering how -uh- +your mother is doing. The shy engineer had been standing with his arms by his +side, but he became more uncomfortable and folded them in front of his chest +to have something for them to do. + "She is in a coma but the doctors are doing what they can." + "Well ... Are -uh- you ..." Barclay looked down and swallowed. " Are +you -uh- OK? You ought to c-come back to the Enterprise and get some sleep. +You know?" + "No, I'll be OK here, but there's something I'd like you to do for me. +I'll probably be here with mom for the remainder of the layover and I need you +to head up the project for replacing the navigational deflector arrays." + Barclay was positively ecstatic. "Great!, -uh- Who's on the team?" + "Whoever you think would be best, Reg. You are the most qualified man +to lead this project. This is your baby." + "Thanks, I think I should have Gomez and Baker do the harmonic analysis, +and -uh- Fredricks can install the data m-models into the ..." + "Whoever you think best, Reg. Now go get some rest so you can get +started on that tomorrow." + +* * * * * + + Troi was feeling wonderful now. She'd had a nice conversation with her +mother, and Mr. Homm's sundae certainly didn't hurt. Now she was looking +forward to the evening with Will. She was almost skipping on her way back +from the transporter. Thinking about what to wear, she almost ran over Reg +Barclay when she exited the transporter room. + "Good evening, Reginald. You seem to be in a good mood." She smiled a +charming smile. + "Yeah, -uh- Yes ma'am. I was sent by the fellas in engineering to see +if Lt. Commander LaForge was doing OK." Counselor frowned at the thought of +the engineers placing this uncomfortable task on Reginald. "But when I got +there he put me in charge of the navigational deflector p-project." + Deanna could physically feel the excitement and pride coming from the +engineer. "That's great, Reginald! He couldn't have picked a more capable +man. Did you find out how he and his mother are doing?" + "W-well...Geor, -uh- Lt. Commander LaForge looked tired, but he said he +would be OK." Now Reginald realized that Geordi had distracted him away from +his mission with talk of the project. + "Thank you. I'm sure the Lt. Commander appreciated your thoughtful +visit. I'll see you later, Reginald." She waved and started back down the +corridor. + "Bye, Counselor." Barclay started back toward his quarters. + The more she thought about Geordi's situation, the more weighted down by +it she was. As she walked back to her quarters, she thought about the death +of her father. She had cried for a long time, but living on Betazed had +helped her to come to terms with her grief. There it was impossible to hide a +feeling from others. It was much more difficult for some humans to get a grip +on their feelings because they tried to hide their emotions. + By the time she got to her quarters she was thoroughly worked-up over +Geordi. She decided she had better go see him. She paused outside her +quarters, then headed down the hall to the Commander's room. Will would +understand, he always did. + +* * * * * + + Geordi sat at the same table where Lt. Barclay had left him. He was +resting his head on his hands and waiting for the doctors to come out and tell +him how everything was going. His mind was running in circles. He was +thinking about having been sick and how his mother had cared for him, thinking +about having been born blind and how his mother had done everything possible +to help him. It had been her efforts that allowed the experimental VISOR +technology to be tested on him. She had encouraged him when the going got +rough in the Academy. Now he sat helpless while the woman who gave him +everything was in dire need of help. + "Geordi?" + The engineer looked up, adjusted his VISOR. "Counselor. How's +everything going with you?" He tried to put on a smile. + "I might ask you that question." She pulled a chair up and sat opposite +Geordi. + "Well, the jury's still out. The doctors are working on her now, trying +to stabilize her, but beyond that I haven't heard." He scratched the back of +his head, then leaned on the table with his elbows. + "You feel helpless. I feel as if you are about to burst." + Geordi felt his chest tighten up again, and swallowed. He took a deep +breath trying to get his chest to relax. Deanna reached out and took his +hands in hers. At the same time she reached inward, lowering her defenses +that she found necessary for her to function around large groups of humans. + As Geordi felt the surge of emotion leave him like an exploding dam, she +felt the tide of emotion roll over her. The counselor and the counseled sat +and cried until there were no more tears. She then convinced Geordi to go to +bed and get some rest so he could be strong for his mother the next day. + +* * * * * + + The bearded starfleet officer sat alone in the corner of the dimly lit +room. Around the room sat scattered groups of twos and threes. On the stage +a woman in a red dress sang a song that made the officer's gut churn. As the +woman's song wound to a close there was scattered applause and a waitress came +over to the officer's table. + "Y'all want another drink?" The waitress glanced at the empty chair +opposite the dark haired man, then back at the man himself. + "Yeah." + She picked up the two empty glasses and placed them on her tray, then +slid away. The officer cradled his head in his hands and stared at the table. +The room was already beginning to list to the side. He thought about calling +for the android to check the inertial dampeners, then remembered he wasn't in +space. He was in Memphis. He was in a jazz/blues bar. And he was talking to +himself now. + "Imzadi, why? Why can't we..." He didn't know how to finish the +sentence. He had been through this a dozen times with his ex-lover, and now a +billion times in his mind. They had good reasons that they couldn't be any +closer right now. He had to have his own starship. She defined herself by +the number of people that she could help. But these and numerous other +reasons couldn't stop them from wanting it. + The waitress brought two drinks. She set one in front of the drunken +Commander, and set the other in front of the chair next to him. Then she +moved off to other tables. The Commander reached over and picked up the drink +that was not sitting across from him, downed it, then put it down. + "Goodness, Imzadi! You sure are guzzling the rotgut tonight." + He had already turned down two chances to have his own command, +partially because of Deanna Troi - Imzadi to him. Deanna had turned down +numerous opportunities, both inside and outside Starfleet. Her motivations +were also partially motivated by her Imzadi. Despite both of them sacrificing +choice opportunities, neither could turn away from their individual dreams to +be with the other. Will Riker rocked his head in his hands. + "Oh, Imzadi..." His voice trailed off. + "Am I interrupting something, Commander?" + Commander Riker looked up to see the woman he least expected to see. + +* * * * * + +Star Trek +The New Generation + +_Cruel_Mercy_ + +_Part_II_ + +By Patrick Parker, June 1992 + +* * * * * + + "Lwaxana! -uh- Mrs. Troi, What are you doing here?" Lwaxana Troi was +standing over the intoxicated Will Riker. She sat down in the chair next to +Riker, wrinkled her nose, and pushed the empty glass away. + She leaned as close to Riker as she could and still breathe oxygen +instead of alcohol vapor. Her voice was soft and had her typical air of +authority. "First of all, Commander, this is not an appropriate activity for +an officer of the Enterprise." + "Wha... How did you..." + "Secondly, you have been throwing around the word 'Imzadi' so carelessly +that any full-Betazoid on this side of the planet would probably be blushing." + "Oh, you heard that." + "Dear boy, you can't have expected ME not to feel you thinking that +word. Your poor alcohol-ridden cortex couldn't stand a chance of blocking +that. Not that any human could stand a chance mentally against a member of +the Fifth House of Betazed anyway. Commander, why are you here getting +drunk?" + Will gave her a look that would freeze nitrogen. "You should already +know why I am here. Just use your 'Fifth House' mental prowess to traipse +around in my booze ridden cortex..." He did not enjoy having his drinking +bout interrupted by any telepath, particularly this one. + Lwaxana sighed impatiently. "Will. I am not inside your mind because +humans have a complex about that sort of thing, but I can guess that this is +about my daughter." + "Brilliant deduction." + "If you were to allow me into your mind this wouldn't take even an +instant to clear up. I would like to help you, but I couldn't possibly use +this primitive verbal communication of yours to communicate the ideas I need +to." + "I'd rather you didn't. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll be going." +Riker pushed his chair back from the table, stood up, and promptly collapsed +into a heap on the floor. + "All right, Commander. Have it your way - for now." She stepped around +the chair, leaned down, and pressed his communication badge. "Oh, transporter +man..." + From the badge came the sound of a confused transporter operator. "Yes, +who is this?" + "Nevermind that. Lock onto the Commander at this position and beam him +directly to his quarters." + "Yes ma'am...I've got him now. I am reading a tremendous amount of +alcohol in his blood. Do you think I should set the transporter to filter it +out?" + "No, I think the Commander needs something to remember this night by..." +She stood smiling as the transporter beam took Riker. + +* * * * * + + "Doctor, how's she doing this morning?" Geordi sat in Dr. Pulaski's +office. He was feeling remarkably good this morning due to the release of +emotion and the sleep last night. + Dr. Pulaski, however, was looking older than usual. Having taken +Geordi's mother under wing, she was driving herself beyond her normal working +schedule. "Not well, Geordi. We were unable to completely stabilize her +condition, so Dr. Crusher and I sat up monitoring her. She is more stable +right now, but we have something we think you should see." Geordi followed +her out of her office and into a turbolift which sped them to Geordi's mother. + She lay motionless with even more equipment hovering over her than last +time the Lt. Commander saw her. Over her, the pale blue field of a +restraining field shimmered. Beverly Crusher sat at a computer console +monitoring the patient. She waved at Pulaski and Geordi and motioned for them +to come closer so they could talk. + "I'm sorry, Geordi, but we had to place her in a restraining field to +keep her from hurting herself any more. She was spasming so violently that +she was knocking herself against the probes and the side of the bed." + "I understand, Dr. Crusher. Have you been able to come up with anything +yet?" + "Well, actually we have come up with something. It's kind of risky, but +we may have to fall back on it. Look at this." She pulled up a three +dimensional scan of Mrs. LaForge's brain on a holographic projector. portions +of it were indicated in red. Labels floated in the air over various lobes of +the brain as it rotated above the table. + "These red areas are the areas that are currently affected by the +disorder. If we could temporarily knock out these areas using the neuroprobe, +the pain levels would drop drastically. But as we said before, these areas +control breathing and heart rate, among other things." She paused to catch +her breath and punch a few buttons on the computer. + Dr. Pulaski picked up where Crusher left off. "But, using the neurodrug +Alpha-Dextrin and the probe, we may be able to reroute these neurons here and +here." The hologram of the brain zoomed in on the red portion and high- +lighted a set of points. "These are the actual neural subprocessors that are +controlling cardiac and respiratory output. If we can reroute the impulses to +these subprocessors that are not in the red area, we can knock out the pain +and spasming almost completely and let the new subprocessors take over +breathing and cardiac control." + "And that," Crusher added, pointing to the hologram. "if successful, +will give us the time to try to find a cure for the real problem." The +doctors examined the hologram another moment, looking hopeful. + "But you said that there was a risk involved?" + "Yes, Geordi." Pulaski answered. "This is pretty risky and I wouldn't +recommend attempting it unless her condition deteriorates. Right now, she is +pretty stable, and we can start letting our assistants monitor the scanners +while we continue to try to find a safer procedure." + "We just wanted to let you know what we have come up with so you won't +be surprised if we are forced to attempt it." + "Thank's. I know she's in the care of the best doctors around. If you +need me for anything, I'll be out in the lobby where I won't get in your way." +Crusher and Pulaski gave the Lt. Commander reassuring smiles as he left. + +* * * * * + + "Can you believe this? Have you heard who is heading up this team? +Boy, LaForge's mom must have really gotten to him." Lieutenants Gomez, +Pierson, Baker, and Fredricks were standing in the main shuttlebay, waiting +for the skiff to arrive with the team of Earth-One technicians and part of the +new deflector array. Gomez was standing with her arms folded in front of her +chest, taping one foot angrily. Pierson and Baker were leaning against a +parked shuttle, and Fredricks was fiddling with a data pad. + Gomez pointed a finger at Pierson and the look in her eye suggested that +fire would shoot forth from that fingertip. "You've never given him a fair +chance. Reg Barclay is a damned good engineer, and if you rabble don't give +him too hard a time, I'm sure he'll make a decent team leader. Lt. Commander +LaForge knows EXACTLY what he is doing, so who are you to second guess him?" + "Yuh-Yes Ma'am." Pierson snickered behind his hand. Baker laughed +along. This prompted Gomez to punch Pierson in the arm and move to stand by +herself a short distance away. "guh-guh-gawsh, ma'am...I-I-I'm -gulp- sorry" +Pierson mumbled. + "Look, you guys," Called Fredricks to the others. "Here comes the +skiff." + They all turned around and watched the shuttlebay environment +containment field flash as the long, flattened shuttle passed through it. The +skiff slowed, then sank to the deck. There was a hiss as the hatch seal was +broken and the door swung open. Pierson and Baker moved to help the Earth-One +technicians unload some of their equipment. One of the techs walked over to +them with a tricorder and smiled. "Where is the man in charge here? I need +him to verify the transfer of these materials." + Pierson spoke up. "Oh, he's in main engineering right now, running a +check on the power field before we shut 'er down. He'll be down directly, but +you can scan my badge for the materials." + "Alrightey." The tech pointed the tricorder at Pierson, it beeped, and +he checked the display. "Pierson huh? Glad to meet ya. My name is +Michaels." The two shook hands and began unloading materials. "So what is +the name of the team leader, so I can introduce myself when he gets here? + Pierson smiled a wicked smile, but Michaels didn't seem to notice. + +* * * * * + + Riker began regaining consciousness, and wished he hadn't. He was lying +in a heap on the floor of his quarters and did not remember just how he got +there. He could remember being in Memphis, talking to someone. As he lay +there his memory returned and he moaned. The vibrations of the moan hurt his +head. + He crawled into his bathroom and ran water on his head until he felt a +little better. He then stripped, took a shower, and ordered the computer to +synthesize him a new uniform. + "Damn, that was dumb." He leaned against the wall of his dressing room +as the replicator generated a clean uniform for him. He got dressed and +tossed his dirty uniform onto the replicator pad. "Computer, get rid of that +uniform." The uniform disintegrated and it's components made their way back +to the ship's stores. + Still feeling the effects of his first hangover in years, he made his +way to sickbay, where he was greeted by the terse Assistant Chief Medical +Officer; the Vulcan Selar. Before he could even speak she pointed him to a +table and pulled a medicorder from her smock. Waving the medicorder at the +Commander, she arched an eyebrow. + "Alcohol, Commander?" + "Oh, just get on with it, please doctor!" + +* * * * * + + Lt. Barclay finished his tests and ordered the computer to begin the +shutdown of the navigational deflector arrays. With this done, he smiled and +started down to main shuttlebay, humming. This wouldn't be too bad, he +thought. + Arriving at the shuttlebay, he saw that his team was already there. +Pierson, Baker, and several of the techies had the major hardware for the +arrays laid out on the deck, and were cataloging it. Gomez and another tech +were looking at a terminal. Fredricks was at another terminal checking the +new deflector programs while a tech huddled over him. They seemed to be +disagreeing. The remaining eight techs were going to be removing the existing +deflector arrays from the outer hull today and they were currently crawling +into their vacuum suits. + Barclay moved over to the terminal where Gomez was working. Gomez +looked up, obviously excited. + "Reg, this is great! The lab figures and the preliminary tests here +show that these new deflectors will increase navigational protection by 120 to +128 percent AND reduce the stress on the defensive shielding power system by +about 13 percent" + "G-Great. Have you simulated the effect on the harmonics of the -uh- +main power busses during full phaser yield or warp drive?" He looked at the +pretty Lt. Gomez. + "No, but I'll get right on it, I'm glad you reminded me." She smiled at +him and he quickly averted his eyes as if that would keep him from blushing. +He stood there for another moment feeling awkward, then cleared his throat and +walked away. + "Freddie, how is ..." His words caught in his still constricted throat +and he just waved his arms indicating the console that Fredricks was working +on. + Fredricks looked up from the terminal. "Pretty good, Reg. I was just +checking over the data models that we received from Earth-One. They look +pretty good, but I think we can do better." The tech that was watching +Fredricks frowned. Lt. Barclay swallowed, finally clearing the obstruction in +his throat, and told Fredricks to carry on. + As Barclay picked up a spare datapad and walked off leaving Fredricks +and the Tech arguing about the efficiency of data models, one of the techies +that was cataloging materials stood up, smiled, and introduced himself. + "Hi, I'm Lieutenant Michaels from Earth-One. You must be the team +leader here. Lieutenant Broccoli, I've heard a lot about you." Barclay +groaned, Pierson and Baker snickered, and Michaels just looked confused. + +* * * * * + + Geordi walked up to the slanted ward window and leaned on it, looking in +at his mother lying there. All the technology connected to her and floating +around her brought back painful memories of Reannon Bonnaventure. + The Enterprise had captured a Borg trooper after the destruction of a +Federation planet by a Borg scout ship. They had identified the body that the +Borg had incorporated as a free spirited smuggler named Reannon. Dr. Crusher +had managed to remove the technology implants, but her blank expression had +shown great emotional damage. Geordi had taken her under his wing to try to +help dig her soul out from the depths to which the Borg consciousness had +pushed it. + He had walked with her around the ship talking to her, had protected her +from aliens that wanted revenge on the Borg, had even become quite attached to +her. Upon coming to her senses and seeing the lives that she had helped to +destroy, she took her own life with one of Dr. Crusher's scalpels. + Geordi tried to shake the comparison between his mother and Reannon from +his head by thinking only about his mother. Earlier, she had come around for +a brief time before she returned screaming and spasming to unconsciousness. +She had not even recognized Geordi. Remembering that blank look took him +right back to his memories of Reannon lying on the deck in a pool of blood. +He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. Soon tears +streaked his face, his jacket, and the window. + He saw a reflection in the window and tried to stifle the tears. +Failing to do that, he screwed up his courage and turned around to find Wes +Crusher standing behind him looking like he didn't know what to do or say. + Geordi sniffed "Hey, Wes-man! What're you doing here? Is the Academy +not keeping you busy enough?" The Lt. Commander forced a smile. + "Actually yes, I have a pile of...Well no, I mean I'm never too busy..." +He looked at his feet and shuffled them. "When I tried to contact my mom on +the Enterprise, Data told me what had happened. I suppose I know how you +feel. When my dad died..." + "Hey! She's not going to die!" Geordi interrupted him, then tried to +hide that Wes had touched a nerve. "I mean, your mom and Dr. Pulaski have +this miracle cure that they are about to try." + "Sorry, Geordi." Wes had always hated visiting people who were +suffering because he felt totally useless in these kinds of situations. +Nonetheless, he felt that others expected him to be able to help. "Let's go +sit down and you can tell me about this miracle cure." + +* * * * * + + Troi felt like she was being run ragged. This was supposed to be a Rest +& Relaxation layover, but it was turning out to be far from relaxing for her. +Geordi's situation was mentally draining for her, and now she was getting bad +vibes from Will after having to delay last night's date. Will would have to +wait for the moment. She did not want to be cruel to him, but she felt that +he was stronger than Geordi right now. She was about to go talk to Geordi, +and desperately needed to center herself. Sitting in her office, mental +barriers at full-strength, she meditated. Just as she was beginning to feel +calmness descend on her, her door beeped to indicate a visitor. She opened +her eyes and sighed. "Come in, please." She smiled as Reginald Barclay +entered. + "Hello, Reginald. What can I do for you today." + Barclay wrung his hands and started in on his spiel at warp nine. +"Counselor, w-wwhat do I do. Lt. Commander LaForge put me in charge of the +deflector replacement and I can't do it. I -uh-..." + "Reginald, calm down. Last night when I spoke to you, you were pleased +that you had received the assignment. Sit down and let's talk about what has +changed since then." + The lieutenant sat down, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, and finally +gave up on trying to feel comfortable. "T-They won't -uh- listen to me. +I..." He swallowed and wrung his hands again. "I -uh- don't think I will be +able to get the job done." He threw his hands in the air, noticed the awkward +motion, and sat on his hands to keep it from happening again. + "Reginald, do you not trust Commander LaForge?" The Counselor asked +disarmingly. This put Barclay back in warp mode. + "Oh I like him, he's the best. I -uh- wish he could h-head up this team +and just tell me -uh- what to do." + "The Lt. Commander can't be up here right now, so he chose you because +he felt like you can get the job done. He knows you are a good engineer, +Reginald." + "Yeah, but P-Pierson is not going to listen to me. He has seniority on +me and now he has the techs calling me B-B-Broccoli." + "So, Reginald, why do you think Lt. Commander LaForge did not put +Pierson in charge?" + "Well, I -uh- suppose he d-doesn't know as much as me about deflector +arrays." + "Right! So you know you are the one most qualified to oversee this +project. The others know that too, even though they might not let on. They +also know that the Lt. Commander expects them to get the job done, so I think +they'll come around and start following your instructions." + Barclay smiled a big smile. He still didn't think he was a very good +leader, but he felt better anyway. + +* * * * * + + Kate Pulaski mumbled while she worked and it was really beginning to get +on Beverly Crusher's nerves. They'd had to put down their research when Mrs. +LaForge had begun jerking again. She was trying to scream, but couldn't make +her mouth and diaphragm work properly. The result was an almost constant +throaty groan that was worse on the doctors' morale than the screaming. + For the last couple of hours they had been trying everything in their +combined vast knowledge to calm the patient, but the patient would not be +calmed. + "The probes are not going to do any more good in this condition." +Pulaski mumbled, leaning back in her chair to stretch her back. Crusher's +glance showed her ire and she continued pressing buttons on the panel. "We +need to try the neuron substitution tomorrow, Beverly." + "Kate," Crusher's tone was one that she might use with a child. "There +is obviously a connection between the sub-molecular structure of the affected +neurons and the change in the enzyme ratio that is indicated by the scanners. +We don't need to perform that operation when we are this close to a +breakthrough." + "But there is no way to tell the direction of the causality in that +connection. If the disorder is causing the enzyme imbalance and we try to +correct the enzyme ratio, we could set up a positive feedback loop that would +cause the disorder to spread to the other subprocessors." + Crusher picked up the line of thought. "But if the enzyme ratio +imbalance is causing the disorder, and we tamper with the disrupted neurons it +could still initiate that feedback loop." She slumped back in her chair at +the thought of the no-win situation. + Pulaski looked at her hands, which were shaking from too much coffee and +too little sleep. She then looked up. "Computer, What is the likelihood of +the enzyme imbalance being caused by the disorder, as opposed to the +likelihood of the disorder being caused by the enzyme balance." + The flat, masculine voice of the computer came back with the answer +almost immediately. "Probability favors the likelihood of the disorder +causing the enzyme imbalance by 2.3 percent." + "Computer, if we attempt to change the mapping of the neurons in the +affected area, what is the chance of increasing the enzyme ratio?" + "53.7 percent." + Both doctors frowned. "That high?" Pulaski mumbled. + The computer responded to what it interpreted as a query from the +doctor. "Due to the limited amount of case data, the margin of error is 33.2 +percent." + +* * * * * + + "Basically, Geordi, we have hit a brick wall. We have found a clue as +to the cause of the disorder, but the computer can't reassure us as to the +likelihood of success." + The doctors stood at the window to the ward with Wes and Geordi. They +were looking in at the spasming patient and discussing possibilities. Geordi +could barely hear them. He was lost in thoughts of how his mother had helped +him into adulthood. He could remember coming to her, frustrated with +relationships, frustrated with school, frustrated with his inability to be +like other people because of his VISOR. She had given him wisdom from her +years of experience. She had... + Crusher placed a hand on Geordi's shoulder to bring him out of his +trance. "We can try to perform the neural remapping, but there is a certain +amount of danger of causing the disorder to spread. However, in the other +cases, it eventually spread without tampering with the neural mappings. It's +really up to you." + Geordi looked back to his mother. The restraint field shimmered, +resisting her body's efforts to shake itself to pieces. Mom, what would you +do? He leaned his throbbing head against the cool glass and tried to decide. +This close to the glass, he could hear her incomplete screams. The screams +echoed in his mind and disrupted his thoughts even more. + Pulaski broke in quietly. "Geordi, Dr. Crusher and I couldn't perform +the operation right now anyway. We are exhausted past our limits. Take your +time. Get some rest and decide tomorrow. She'll be OK till then." Pulaski +smiled her reassuring smile, but it was weak. Geordi did not feel reassured. + +* * * * * + + Riker stood outside the door with his hands behind his back. He shifted +his weight from one foot to the other waiting for the door to open. It opened +and he looked up into the thin face of Mr. Homm, who silently turned and moved +into the suite. If Riker had not previously known the silent butler, he would +have mistaken Homm's attitude for disdain. Instead, he tugged the front of +his jacket down and entered behind Mr. Homm. + From the other room, he heard Lwaxana's voice. "Commander Riker, It is +about time you were arriving. I knew you would be by here soon. You're +really not such a bad man, but the drinking has got to stop." + He stepped around the corner and saw Lwaxana sitting on a couch. he +moved into the room and started to speak. "I...wanted to come by and +apologize for my actions last night." + "That is immaterial. I know that is not your typical response to +frustration. The point is that I felt it intensely distressing that you were +calling my daughter 'Imzadi' while damaging your mind with alcohol. It is the +mind that gives that word meaning, and it has more meaning than you can +possibly know." + "Deanna has explained..." + "Oh, I am sure that Deanna has shared a great deal of the meaning of +that word with you. When I am in her mind I can feel that you are a part of +her. The problem is, as I said last night, this limited verbal communication +of yours. Even though Deanna has powers that may be amazing to humans, she +still cannot convey the meaning of 'Imzadi' to you." + The Commander took a seat across the coffee table from Lwaxana. "How do +the Betazoid people tolerate having their private thoughts laid bare to the +public? Whenever a Betazoid couple becomes close enough to refer to each +other as 'Imzadi,' everyone on the planet knows. There would be nothing left +for the couple to share." + "Oh, quite the contrary, Commander. 'Imzadi' has special meaning +between the individuals in the couple, but it is more than just saying 'lover' +or 'friend' or 'mate.' When the word is used between two people in the proper +context, it brings ... joy to the rest of the collective consciousness. When +the word is misused it ..." + Lwaxana paused looking for words similar to the idea she wanted to +convey. "... It diminishes the rest of us, as well as the couple." She sat +back on her couch and watched the Commander for a reaction. + Riker was not used to being chastened, and he was silent for a moment. +Finally his eyes met Lwaxana's. "Could you tell me more about what 'Imzadi' +means? I would really like to be closer to Deanna." + "No." Lwaxana almost shouted. "You miss the point. I can't TELL it +because it can't be told. You can never know what 'Imzadi' means, because you +close your mind and hide away behind your feeble mental barriers. I could +force feed your mind the concept, but it would be a little inappropriate, +don't you think? You will never be any closer to Deanna until you become more +open minded to others." + Mr Homm came into the room with a tray containing coffee cups and a pot. +He poured two cups, placed them on the table between Lwaxana and Riker, and +left quietly. Lwaxana sipped her coffee and returned it to the table. + "Just as your race will never get beyond where they are now because you +all bury yourself in your individual minds, contemplating your individual +troubles. I am often surprised that the collective human intellect does not +just collapse in upon itself, sending you all back to an evolutionary state +prior to the apes." + They both sat quietly. Lwaxana sipped coffee and watched as the +Commander fought a battle with himself. He was trying to find a way to defend +the closed-emotioned human mentality, but he found that he couldn't. + _I_want_to_understand_ he thought. + Lwaxana smiled + _Yes_ + + It only took a few seconds to give the Commander a view of centuries of +Betazed culture, the likes of which he had never conceived of. She shared her +lifetime of experiences within a moment. When she was finished, they shared a +smile. + _So_that's_what_'Imzadi'_means!_ + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!darwin.sura.net!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!plp1 +From: plp1@Ra.MsState.Edu (patrick lane parker) +Subject: _Cruel_Mercy_ PARTS III and IV +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Sat, 13 Jun 1992 21:09:29 GMT +Lines: 792 + + +Star Trek +The New Generation + +_Cruel_Mercy_ + +_Part_III_ + +By Patrick Parker, June 1992 + +* * * * * + + Geordi could not sleep. He sat at his desk in his quarters, the +computer showing scenes from his childhood. He flipped through the dozens of +pictures numerous times, each one bringing back a cherished tidbit of memory +that had gotten buried under so much other stuff in his mind. + A picture of his father, who had died when Geordi was two years old. He +couldn't even remember the man. What he did remember was his mother who +raised him by herself. Geordi had not realized what a difficult +responsibility that had been for his mother until he was grown. + A picture of Geordi when he was only months old. His father was holding +him and his mother was smiling proudly at her child. The only thing out of +place was the child's sightless eyes. + A picture of young Geordi LaForge, standing by his mother and modeling +his new VISOR. There were very few experiences that he could remember from +that age, but this was one that he remembered vividly. He was terrified by +the shifting bands of light and color when they first clipped the VISOR on and +he "saw." His mother had coached him as best she could while he learned to +control the accessory. + A picture of his mother's second wedding. Her second husband was a good +man, but he'd died soon after the wedding. A picture of the funeral. + "Computer, discontinue images and rearchive." + Lt. Commander LaForge got dressed and wondered down to Main Engineering. +There was only a skeleton crew on duty there, and they were playing cards. He +waved at them, moved over to the main terminal, and sat down. + "Computer, what is the status of the navigational deflector project?" + "The main power feed has been disconnected and rerouted. The external +navigational deflector arrays have been removed. The data models have been +updated, but are not in service. All materials have been catalogued and an +inventory is now appearing on viewer three." + "Computer, discontinue listing." + Lt. Commander Laforge was impressed. He had been worried that Barclay +would have trouble getting the others to follow his lead, but apparently he +had picked a good team and they were getting the work done faster than +expected. Geordi made a mental note to commend Reg on his good work. + "Computer, place the duty roster for tomorrow's deflector project team +on viewer three. Hmmm... Baker, Barclay, Fredricks, Gomez, and Pierson." Reg +certainly picked the best people, even though Pierson and Baker could +sometimes get out of hand poking fun at Barclay. Fredricks would be too busy +checking the new data models to cause Reg any problems. Reg sure shouldn't +get trouble from Gomez. Geordi secretly thought that Gomez liked Barclay. + He smiled to himself. "Oh, well. Reg seems to be handling it pretty +well. Nothing left here for the old Lt. Commander to do." + +* * * * * + + Geordi was at Starfleet Medical bright and early the next morning, +talking with the doctors. "Have you come up with anything else?" + Dr. Pulaski sipped on a cup of steaming coffee. She looked much better +this morning. "Frankly, no. We can attempt to swap the neural pathways, like +we talked about yesterday, although the chances of success are still uncertain +at best. Or we can continue trying to keep her stable and keep her pain +levels down as low as possible." + "How long can she last without the remapping procedure?" Geordi leaned +forward in the chair with his elbows on his knees. He stared at the doctor. + "I don't know? Dr. Crusher, you have more experience than I do with +Boliara's Disorder. What do you think." + Dr. Crusher shrugged her shoulders. "We have no way of telling just how +long she could last in her present condition, but we do expect that if +something is not done soon, that the disorder will spread to the unaffected +subprocessors in her brain and we won't even have the option of remapping +cardiac and respiratory functions." + "Well, doc, it looks like the best bet is to try the remapping +procedure." Geordi gave her a half smile that seemed more than just a little +forced. + "We will certainly do everything we can to get your mom back." + +* * * * * + + "Awww C'mon, Freddie. You know it's harmless, and it'll be funny." + "No. I don't think he'll be cool about it. It'll get back to LaForge +and then we'll get it." Fredricks looked intensely at Pierson for a moment, +then went back to his programming. + "Oh, be for real. Broccoli is a pain in the ass, but he won't tell +LaForge on us. He hasn't ever before." + Fredricks looked up at Pierson, annoyed at having been interrupted from +his programming. "Look, I really don't think this is cool, and besides, if he +doesn't tell LaForge I think Gomez will." + At that moment, Barclay walked into Main Engineering with Baker and +Gomez. Fredricks was relieved to be able to get away from Pierson for a few +moments. They all gathered around Barclay to get their instructions for the +day. + "O-Ok, guys, Today we gotta fire up the new -uh- power transit and test +the harmonics at nodes f-fourteen through twenty-t-three." Just like the +Counselor had promised, Barclay had not had any more trouble from his team +since the Earth-One tech had mistakenly called him 'Broccoli.' He was +actually getting used to giving assignments since he had seen that the team +would do what he said. + "G-Gomez." He still couldn't look her in the face when he spoke to her. +"I need you to -ahmmm- G-go up on the catwalk over there and do the harmonics +testing for nodes fourt-t-teen through eighteen. Baker, you take the rest. +The test points are over there." They nodded at him. + "Freddie, you and P-Pierson stay on the computer over there and monitor +the data models. Uhm...Make sure to w-watch for race conditions and +bottlenecks on the -ahhhm- secondary processors. Those could cause trouble. +You guys shut the thing d-down if you see any problems over there. I'll b- +begin the p-power-up slowly so we can have time to, -uh- you know, check it +all real carefully." + Their meeting broke up and they all began taking their assigned +positions. Barclay got a datapad and began checking the information on it. +Gomez and Baker got their equipment and began ascending to the catwalks while +Pierson and Fredricks walked over to the console. + "Man, Freddie, I can't believe he had the nerve to tell YOU about race +conditions and bottlenecks. He ought to know you're a better programmer than +that." Pierson whispered as they were taking their places. Fredricks glanced +over at Pierson with a barely controlled look of irritation. They got to +their console and Pierson continued whispering to Fredricks as they pulled +their diagnostic programs up. + Meanwhile, Barclay was watching the other two ascend to their test +sites. When everybody was in place he called out to them. "Ahmmmm, OK here +goes nothing. C-Computer, apply power to the -um- deflector transit. Five +percent only." + They all listened as a faint hum filled the room. Barclay glanced up to +the two engineers on the catwalks. Two thumbs up. He checked something on +his datapad. and glanced over at the two on the computer console. Fredricks +was busy modifying some portion of the program while Pierson stood over him +watching. Looks good, Barclay thought. + "Ok, Computer. B-Bring it on up to fifteen percent." The whine +increased in frequency. + On the port catwalk, Gomez was reading the increase in power and as the +computer loaded the transit more, she frowned and called out to Barclay. "I +just read a brief fluctuation in the transit. A little more power will +probably burn the impurities out of the pathway and straighten this out." +Baker called out from the starboard catwalk "I'm not reading the fluctuation +over here. All systems green." + Barclay called out for the computer to increase the power load to +twenty-five percent. The pitch increased again. He looked up at Gomez who +was shaking her head. Still having fluctuations. + "C-Computer, what is the C-Current load on the port deflector transit?" + "The load on the port deflector array transit is..." The computer +paused. "T-T-T-Twenty-F-Five P-P-Percent." + Barclay looked up, flabbergasted that the computer was mocking him, +while Pierson fell back into his chair laughing. As Pierson laughed, a +flashing light on his diagnostic panel went unnoticed. + Suddenly the pitch of the whine in the compartment rose dramatically. +Gomez looked in shocked horror at her readings as the pitch steadily +increased. + "Shit!" Screamed Fredricks and dove for his console. He began +manipulating the transit power controls frantically. + Gomez suddenly realized her danger and dropped her tricorder. She +turned to climb down from the catwalk, but she was too late. The port transit +exploded directly behind her sending her flying through the air in a violent +spray of sparks and metal shards from the transit cabinet. Her body fell in a +smoking heap in the center of the compartment just as the lights went out. + Seconds later the red emergency lighting came on and the extinguishers +began choking the flames out. Barclay stumbled over to where Gomez lay and +turned her over. A pool of blood was forming under her hips, where a fragment +had sliced her inner thigh open. Barclay stuck his hand across the wound and +leaned. With his free hand he tapped his communicator. "Sickbay this is +Engineering. M-Medical Emergency." He then used his free hand to press off +the blood flow through the femoral artery. With his hands drenched in blood, +he waited for help. + +* * * * * + + Geordi was worked up into a rare state. He paced back and forth in the +hallway outside the operating room waiting like an expectant father for news +of his mother's condition. Unlike an expectant father, however, he didn't +have a new life to look forward to. He had the distinct chance of losing his +mother. He looked at his chronometer. The doctors and assistants, dressed in +their red hooded outfits had entered the room over an hour ago. + Geordi jumped when his communicator beeped. Tapping the badge, he +responded. "LaForge here." + Worf's deep voice came over the comm badge. "Lieutenant Commander +LaForge. You are needed on the Enterprise." + "NOW, Worf? My mom is in the middle of..." + "Yes. There has been an accident in Engineering. Prepare to beam up." + As the transporter beam locked onto Geordi and he began to feel himself +dematerialize, he saw a group of interns round the corner wheeling a cart of +equipment. He saw them burst into the operating room at full speed, and then +he was on the Enterprise. + +* * * * * + + Geordi and Worf stood surveying the damage to the Engineering +compartment. The gas from the fire extinguishers was beginning to clear from +the air. On one side of the compartment some medics were straightening out a +body and placing it into a body bag on a maglev. Even through the bag, Geordi +could see the body rapidly losing it's heat. He nudged Worf and pointed to +the body. "Who is that, Worf?" The engineer recognized people by their +electromagnetic aura that surrounded them in life. On this individual he +couldn't tell. + "That," Stated Worf, flatly. "Was Lt. Baker." The massive Klingon +turned away from the medics to shift through the rubble. + "What about the others. Who else was in here at the time." + Worf looked back over his shoulder. "Lts. Fredricks, Barclay, Pierson, +and Gomez. They are currently in sickbay. Gomez is expected to die soon." +Worf was obviously outraged that an explosion would happen on his ship, while +in spacedock. It simply did not look good for the security officer. + Geordi turned and followed the medics to sickbay. The outer ward of +sickbay was filled with nurses tending to minor injuries that occurred when +the ship was rocked by the explosion. Geordi moved through the crowd into the +inner ward where Picard and Riker were surveying the injuries. + Picard turned to Geordi. "Mr. LaForge. To say the least, I am not +pleased. I would like to see you and the remainder of the senior staff in the +conference room in thirty minutes. Bring along Barclay and Pierson." + "Aye aye, Captain. What about Gomez." + "Acting CMO Selar is operating on her as we speak." + As he said that, a door slid open and Selar appeared. Her face, in +typical Vulcan fashion, betrayed no emotion. Her olive complexioned face and +straight black hair were splattered with blood. + "Doctor." Picard turned to her. "How is Lt. Gomez?" + "Captain, Lt. Gomez will live. I have repaired her femoral artery and +have given her an infusion of replicated blood." The Vulcan doctor paused to +wipe some blood from her face. "However, Captain, It was Lt. Barclay who +saved her life." The doctor turned without another word and moved to tend to +another patient. +* * * * * + + Drs Pulaski and Crusher were so far down into the brain that it took the +largest fleet of medical computers in the Federation to keep them sorted out. +They had just finished the remapping when an enormous surge of impulses hit +the new pathways like a crew rushing for a single transporter on a dying +starship. The doctors watched, fascinated, for a moment as their handiwork +held up and performed it's function properly. Dr. Pulaski even ventured a +smile at the thought that their procedure had worked. + But suddenly Dr Crusher burst Kate Pulaski's bubble. "Well, the enzyme +ratio is holding, but take a look at the fourth sextant." She pointed to the +computer screen to a small section that was showing signs of neural +repolarization. + "Neural Sodium and Potassium level dropping fast." Pulaski indicated +for the computer to stabilize the neurochemical levels at nominal levels, but +before it could get the chemical level changed, the patient's respiratory and +cardiac functions seized up and refused to be restarted by the automatic +surgical support systems. + "NURSE!...get a cart in here. NOW!" + +* * * * * + + "Do you realize, men, the severity of your actions?" Captain Picard +continued his monologue. "By tampering with that computer, you neglected your +duties, causing the death of one crewman and almost causing the death of +another. If that explosion had broached the antimatter containment fields, +you would have destroyed at least the Enterprise, and perhaps Earth-One as +well." Picard turned away from Fredricks and Pierson and rubbed the top of +his bald head in aggravation." + "Captain, " Worf broke in. "These two may have sabotaged the power +transit deliberately." He looked at the two with disgust and rage. If they +could have sunk farther into their chairs, they surely would have. + Lt. Commander Data entered the room and informed the group of senior +officers that he had managed to get the glitch removed from the Engineering +computer, and that Earth-One and Enterprise engineering crews are beginning to +repair the damage. + Captain Picard turned back to the security officer. "Mr. Worf. Please +arrange to have these two transported to Earth to await trial." He then +turned back to the others at the table. "Dismissed." + As Worf took the two by their elbows and steered them out of the +conference room, LaForge turned to Barclay who had been sitting next to the +two ex-officers. "Reg, you obviously didn't do anything wrong. You couldn't +control what happened there, and this will not reflect poorly on you." + Counselor Troi picked up from there. "He is right, Reginald. I think +we should go to my office and talk." She stood, and she and the overwrought +Barclay moved to leave. They were stopped short by LaForge, who placed a hand +on Barclay's shoulder. + "Reg. When you get through at the Counselor's office, if she says it's +OK, I want you to get back to Engineering and head up the cleanup and repair +operations, as well as the deflector project. + "Oh, I-I-Idunno, I d-don't think..." + "Reg, If the Counselor says you're fit, I want you to do this. My +respect for your qualifications hasn't changed since this accident." + With just a little coaxing, Troi got Reg out of the room, and LaForge +sighed and started out, only to be called back by Picard." + "Mr. LaForge, you are becoming quite a good leader. That was, it seems, +a good way to get Lt. Barclay 'back in the saddle' as it were." He smiled the +smile that all of Picard's crew worked so hard to see. "Lt. Commander, I +think that will be all for now. You may return to Starfleet Medical. + +* * * * * + + The horror that greeted Geordi when he returned to Starfleet Medical was +unlike any he had ever experienced. The tank was filled with a thin pink +Trioxin fluid and his mother lay immersed in it. She still had the +neuroprobes attached to her temples. The probes' flashing lights filtered +through the pink fluid, creating an eerie visual effect. Another set of +probes were attached to her chest just below the left breast and hat he was seeing. They had said that the operation was a failure, and that +she had been placed in a life support tank. They had told him, but he +couldn't have imagined it without seeing it for himself. He slowly turned +away from the tank. One of the doctors was saying something, but he couldn't +hear her. He didn't even remember the doctors catching him as he fell. + He saw his mother in a strange halo of color and light. She was leaning +over to kiss him on the forehead. Holding him as he cried about his first +lost love. Watching proudly as he graduated the academy. Smiling serenely as +her new husband lifted the veil. Smiling, was she smiling? No she was +screaming and Geordi could see her brain through her skull. He adjusted his +VISOR, but to no avail. He watched as her brain slowly dissolved. She was +screaming for Geordi to help her. Screaming for him to do something. Do +something. Do some... + There was a hiss, like someone's final breath. He tried to turn away +from it, but it had him. He couldn't move. Then there was voices, first far +away, then closer. Who was it. He recognized it. It sounded like... + "Doctor!" He tried to sit up, but Dr. Crusher pushed him back down. He +couldn't see her, but he could hear her talking. + "Lie still, Geordi." + +* * * * * + + Worf stood in his sparsely furnished quarters grinding his teeth. Dr. +Crusher had informed all of the senior bridge crew of the outcome of Mrs. +LaForge's surgery, and of the Lt. Commander's fainting. Of course Klingons +did not faint, but Worf had come to expect such weakness from humans, even +exceptional humans such as Lt. Commander LaForge. + Still, this was not the time for such weakness. There was no honor in a +perfectly healthy man lying in bed beside his half dead mother. Worf decided +he would pay LaForge a visit and inform him of how he should be acting in this +situation. + He left his room and his long strides carried him quickly to transporter +room eight. Down on the planet, he quickly oriented himself and made his way +to Geordi LaForge's room. Nobody at the hospital even attempted to detain him +or tell him he could not see the Lt. Commander. It would have been futile, +for it is truly difficult to oppose a Klingon who has a goal. He found the +Commander sitting in the ward with his mother. + "Lt. Commander, I see you are well." Worf stood in front of Geordi with +his hands behind his back. + "Yes, Worf. I will be OK. I was just sitting here..." + "Doctor Crusher informed me of your mother's condition." He glanced at +the life support chamber with obvious disgust. "You now have only one +choice." + "What are you talking about, Worf." Geordi was confused. + "You must...," Worf paused to emphasize his next words. "help her to +die well." + Geordi looked dumbfounded. "But Worf, we can't just give up on her. +She can still recover." + Worf rocked forward on his toes and lowered his voice. His outrage was +barely controlled. "She is already dead, Lt. Commander. It is the machines +that are still alive. You do not do justice to your dead mother by allowing +her to continue to..." Worf rocked back and pulled back his shoulders. +"...exist." The last word was said with blatant disgust. + Before Geordi could form words into a coherent reply, a voice came from +the door of the ward. "Now just you wait a DAMNED minute, Klingon!" Worf +turned to the speaker. The Klingon's teeth were exposed and he was ready to +attack. + +* * * * * + +Star Trek +The New Generation + +_Cruel_Mercy_ + +_Part_IV_ + +By Patrick Parker, June 1992 + +* * * * * + + Leaning in the doorway was an incredibly old human. He was braced +against the door with one hand and had a cane in the other hand. The cane was +pointed directly at Worf. + "Isn't that just about par for the course for a Klingon. 'Death before +dishonor' and all that hogwash." The old man spoke with a slow, southern +accent and waved his cane in the air as he talked. + Worf ascertained that this man could not present a threat and resumed +his hands-behind-the-back pose. "WHO are you, and what do YOU know about +Klingon honor." Worf demanded. + "I'm Leonard McCoy." He smiled and nodded at Geordi. "That's ADMIRAL +McCoy to you." This last statement was directed at Worf and was not +accompanied by a smile. "And I know a bit about Klingons and about honor. I +didn't get to be this old and ornery by not understanding Klingons, and I was +fortunate enough to serve with Jim Kirk on the Enterprise - THAT is honor." + McCoy continued. "Hmmmph. Klingons and honor! Neither of those two +subjects has a bit to do with the question at hand, which is how long that +lady over there lives. Most humans can't just haul off and kill a parent. +It's just not NATURAL." McCoy seemed lost in thoughts of the past for a +moment, then looked back to Worf. "And it sure-as-hell isn't YOURS to decide +anyway!" He shouted, jabbing his cane in the air at Worf. + Before Worf could separate enough Klingon honor from his swirling anger +to reply, McCoy was turning to leave. McCoy was halfway down the hall when a +nurse came trotting out of a turbolift after him. Catching up, she took his +elbow to try to support him as he walked. He jerked away and continued down +the hall under his own power, brandishing the cane at the nurse the whole way. + Worf stood for a moment grinding his teeth back and forth. After he had +calmed himself a bit he turned back to Geordi. "Remember what I said, Lt. +Commander." With that he turned and left the ward. + +* * * * * + + Later that day, Geordi and Data sat in a corner of Ten-Forward talking. +Geordi was drinking an orange juice and Data was simply sitting with his hands +in his lap, talking and listening. + "I think I understand how this decision would be a difficult one to +make." The android tilted his head to the right slightly and held up his left +hand, palm up, as if holding something. "Life is held sacred in almost all +the major recorded philosophies of the Federation. One does not end the life +of any intelligent being unless absolutely necessary, simply because 'It is +wrong.'" + Data looked over at the empty hand, realized it would look ridiculous to +a human observer, and placed it back in his lap. He continued. "Considering +the recent universal theory that states that all matter, energy, and thought +is merely different forms of the same thing, it would seem wise to follow a +'Sacred Life' philosophy due to the uncertainty of the repercussions that the +death of an individual may have upon the remainder of the interconnected +universe." + "But Data, I think Worf's point was that you've also got to think about +the dignity of the person. I kinda understand where he's coming from." + "Lt. Worf 'comes from' Khitomir, a Klingon homeworld that was destroyed +when..." + "Yes, Data, but what I mean is that my mother has been a strong woman +her entire life and I would prefer to remember her in that way. If I let this +go on indefinitely I'm afraid I'll start thinking of her as a vegetable." + "A vegetable, Geordi?" + "Uh, yeah Data - an invalid." + Data nodded his comprehension. "So you are saying that in being human, +others memory of the lost vitality of the 'vegetable' is more important than +the possible future vitality, if that 'vegetable' were to be cured. Hmmmm, +curious." + "Well, I don't know if that's just it either. It's hard to describe." + "Geordi, in light of my being incapable of understanding the situation +enough to advise you on a decision, I would suggest perhaps visiting Counselor +Troi." + +* * * * * + + Deanna Troi sat in her room trying to get the last traces of ice cream +out of the dish. She finally laid the spoon down and ran her index finger +around the bottom of the bowl. Licking the chocolate off of her finger, she +satisfied herself that she had gotten all the benefit out of this bowl that +she could. + As she sat there, eyes closed, enjoying the aftertaste of the chocolate +as only she could, her door chimed. She stood up and pushed her chair undeponses so that she could +read peoples' emotional states more accurately. It was not a deliberate +manipulation of the other person, just a part of who she was. Being only +half Betazoid, her mental powers were limited. She had subconsciously +developed the probing speech patterns to compensate for her lessened powers, +much the same way that a blind person might develop a heightened sense of +heies that made her an excellent Counselor. + "I'm doing well, Deanna. Sorry I haven't been around, but I've had +several things on my mind." He put on his charming grin, causing Deanna's +heart to skip a beat. + "Come sit down and tell me about it." She took his hand and started to +lead him to her couch, but the door chimed again before they could sit down. +Deanna shrugged apologetically at Will and took a step toward the door. "Come +in, please." + The door opened and Geordi stepped in. Seeing Will Riker he stopped. +"Oh, sorry. I know it's not office hours, but the computer told me you were +still awake so I thought I'd stop by and talk. It can wait." + "No, Geordi. I was just getting up off the couch to leave." The +commander straightened the front of his jacket. "Deanna, nice to see you." +He gave her another of his smiles which sometimes made her regret her +professional duties. + "Commander," Geordi smiled a knowing smile and tapped his VISOR. "That +couch hasn't been sat on lately. "I really ought to bug-out..." +Geordi backed up a step toward the door. + Riker and Troi shared a guilty look at having been caught in a fib. +"Nonetheless, Geordi, duty calls." Riker grinned and used the lame excuse to +get out of the awkward position he had dug himself. He made his exit as +gracefully as possible. + Deanna put a hand on Geordi's shoulder and pointed him to the couch. +"We are all very sorry to hear about your mother. Beverly told us about it +and we are all very concerned about you." The physical touch and Deanna's +soothing attitude calmed all of Geordi's reservations about disturbing her and +Riker. He sat down on the couch as the Counselor sat in her chair facing the +couch. + "I don't know what move to make next, Counselor. She's not hurting +anymore. They can't even tell how long she'll last before the machines just +can't keep up with the disease." + "You are considering letting it end, then?" Troi shifted in her chair. + "Yeah, kinda...It's just, I don't know if I should - or even if I can." + Troi could feel Geordi's guilt and uncertainty. It was an almost +physical presence that affected her. "You feel an obligation to her, but you +don't know exactly what that obligation is. You're not sure what she would +want you to do." + "Riiiight..." + "Well in most cases, her wishes would be the deciding factor, but in +this situation the decision rests on your shoulders." + Geordi scowled. "Are you saying that what she wants is not a factor +here?" + "No, of course not. What she _would_have_ wanted is certainly something +for you to think about. But in her present condition the probes that suppress +pain and keep her mind alive also suppress all higher brain activity. Simply +put, she has no desires right now." + "But Doc is still working on it. They may be able to heal her tomorrow +for all we know." + "Geordi, do you remember the three people that we found on the satellite +we picked up? The ones that had been frozen in the early twenty-first century +to stop the progress of terminal illnesses." + "Yeah. I remember 'Sonny' was an alright guy." He smiled at the +memory. + "Geordi, those three were the exception, not the rule. The vast +majority of all the people that attempted cryogenic suspension were never +cured. Many of their bodies were lost. Cryostasis was finally done away with +when the majority of people realized that it was simply too expensive - +emotionally, to cling to the past that fiercely." + "So you think I ought to let her die?" Geordi asked, still uncertain. + "What I think, Geordi, is that you are going to have to make a decision +that YOU can live with. I think that people are going to try to convince you +either in favor or against, but you mustn't let them decide this for you. In +the end, if you allow others to make this decision you will doing a great +injustice to yourself and to your mother." + "To my mother?" + "Yes, Geordi. You are a wonderful, talented, responsible person; +greatly due to her influence. She would want you to make your own decisions. +That would do her the most justice." + Geordi sat there for a couple of moments contemplating what she had +said. "Thanks, Counselor," He said, standing up. He left the Counselor's +room not sure if she had really helped him with his decision, but feeling +better anyway. + +* * * * * + + Transporter Chief O'Brien watched as Worf and his son, Alexander, stood +side-by-side in the transporter room. They looked quite similar, he thought, +particularly when they both stood there, arms behind their backs, feet +shoulder-width apart, chests proudly stuck out. O'Brien smiled faintly. + "What are you staring at?" Worf demanded, noticing the Chief's +attention. + "Oh, nothing, Sir." O'Brien turned back to his controls and pretended +to be checking the settings." + "Lieutenant, they are signaling that they are ready." + "Then energize..." + As the sparkling transporter effect faded, Jeremy Aster stepped off the +pad beaming with anticipation. + "Khal'tre Ahr'eK," said the young human in fluent Klingonese." + "Khal'tre GluR," replied Worf and Alexander in unison. Worf motioned +for Jeremy to join them as they turned to leave. + Jeremy and his mother, Marla, had been stationed on the Enterprise, but +his mother had been senselessly killed when a long-forgotten mine exploded +during an away mission on a planet whose warring occupants had long since +destroyed themselves. + As the away team leader, Worf had felt responsible for the death of +Marla Aster, and had adopted Jeremy in a traditional Klingon ceremony. The +ceremony had made them the equivalent of brothers. Now Jeremy was living on +Earth and preparing to enter the Starfleet Academy. + "I am glad you invited me up to the Enterprise again. I'd heard you +were in dock here and I hoped to get to see you." Jeremy had to walk quickly +to keep up with the long Klingon strides. + Just then, they reached the door to Worf and Alexander's quarters. +"This is more than just a visit, Jeremy. I have something to discuss with you +and Alexander." Alexander and Jeremy remained standing as Worf seated himself +at his desk. He removed an isolinear storage card from a slot in his computer +terminal and placed it on his desk in front of Jeremy. It lay on top of a +stack of Alexander's drawings and paintings from art class. The paintings +were simple, but they were the types of things a father proudly displayed in +prominent places. + "As you know, Jeremy, your mother's death was instant; painless. She +died standing up, as one should." Jeremy shifted uncomfortably, but nodded. +Worf looked back and forth between his two young charges as he spoke. + "There are times when one is not so fortunate as Marla Aster. Some are +rendered helpless. Useless..." Worf thought back on his recent spine injury +that nearly left him paralyzed. Alexander and Jeremy both looked disturbed by +this unusual lecture. Jeremy leaned forward. + "Worf, you're not going ..." + "Silence!" Worf realized too late that he was too abrupt. "No, I am +well, but I am a warrior. One is never certain..." Jeremy leaned back and +looked at Alexander, who shrugged. + Worf pointed at the card on his desk. "This storage device contains a +copy of my wishes, should I be rendered..." He paused, out of distaste for +the subject. "Useless." He pressed a button on his computer and began +playing a copy of the living will. + +* * * * * + + The room was dark, except for an old fashioned lamp sitting on a night +table. It shed its faint light throughout the room. On the walls were +paintings - real ones, not computer generated prints. The bed was an ancient +four-poster with real, hand-stitched quilts. A computer sat on a table in a +dark corner of the room, but it was covered up with piles of ancient books and +newspapers. + On the bed lay another relic. The venerable doctor who had served for +so many years on the Enterprise. NCC-1701, and then 1701-A. A half empty +bottle of Kentucky bourbon lay on the bed beside him. The nurses would have +blown a gasket, had they known. + "Damn that green-blooded sonofabitch." + Leonard 'Bones' McCoy lay on his back in the middle of the bed. The +wrinkles in his skin made it hard to tell if his eyes were even open, but he +was awake. These crevasses in his face were filled with bitter tears. + "Damn my own horse doctoring. What do I know, anymore, anyway." The +argument with the Klingon had revived long-buried pains. + After his father's death, McCoy had been possessed, obsessed with +helping people, any and every way he could. What did that get him? He had +been mind-raped by Sybok, and imprisoned at Rura Penthe by the Klingons. He +had fought with the last of his outdated medical skills as Jim lay dying. Now +he was living out the last of his days surrounded by halfwit nurses. But to +this doctor who had seen death in many forms over the years, it was better +than the alternative. + He threw his legs off the bed and sat up with a groan. Opening a drawer +on his night table, he dropped the whiskey bottle in the drawer and stood up. +McCoy stumbled over to the computer table and began shuffling through the +papers and books. Where was it. He knew it was here somewhere. Suddenly he +saw the cracked corner of the book. When he picked it up, the papers slid off +the desk and cascaded to the ground. + Hugging the book close to his chest, he sidled back to the bed. He +examined the book. The gold letters had long since rubbed off of the cover, +and the corners of the cover were frayed. He opened it carefully to the leaf +page. 'To the best Doctor in the galaxy, from your friend, Jim.' McCoy +looked over to the photograph of Jim Kirk that sat on his night table. + Returning his attention to the book, he held it by it's binding and let +it fall open to an often read villanelle: + +Do not go gentle into that good night, +Old age should burn and rave at close of day; +Rage, rage against the dying of the light. + +Though wise men at their end know dark is right, +Because their words had forked no lightning they +Do not go gentle into that good night. + +Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright +Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, +Rage, rage against the dying of the light. + +Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, +And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, +Do not go gentle into that good night. + +Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight +Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, +Rage, rage against the dying of the light. + +And you, my father, there on the sad height, +Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. +Do not go gentle into that good night. +Rage, rage against the dying of the light. + +* * * * * + + The room was dark, except for a solitary light strip on the ceiling. It +shed its faint light throughout the room. On the walls were paintings - not +originals, of course, but tasteful computer generated prints. A computer sat +on a table in the center of the room, it's screen showing a photograph of a +woman and a child. + On the bed lay a young man. The bright Chief Engineer who served on the +latest of a long line of proud vessels, Enterprise. NCC-1701-D. Lying beside +him was an intricate device that allowed the man to see. On his temples, a +pair of optical input ports blinked rhythmically. The young man slept. + +* * * * * + + + Lwaxana and Deanna sat in an open air cafe watching the people move back +and forth on the sidewalks of San Francisco. Despite the crowds, Deanna could +allow herself the luxury of relaxing and allowing her mental shields to fall. +Her mother was more than capable of protecting Deanna from the chaotic +thoughts of the masses. To any onlookers it would appear that the two were +quietly sitting in the morning sun, but they were really having one of their +frequent conversations. + + + Lwaxana smiled. + Deanna frowned, realizing what her mother was talking about. + + + The smile on Lwaxana's face slid off. She had just inadvertently read +directly through Deanna's lowered mental shields into the part of her mind +that held topics that she considered confidential. + "Deanna, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pry." The look on her face +begged for forgiveness. + "That's alright, mother" Said Deanna. She did forgive her mother, but +still began slowly raising her mental shields once again, almost unaware of +doing it. + "I didn't know about Geordi's mother. I'm terribly sorry." + "Mother, I really can't discuss Geordi's private business with you. +That would violate his trust in me." The two sat in silence for a few +moments. Lwaxana seemed to be disturbed by more than the mental slip. +Finally her eyes became misty and she spoke softly. + "I never told you about Timicin's Resolution. It seemed to really touch +his family deeply. I'm afraid they did not think very highly of me for trying +to interfere." Deanna suddenly realized the memories that had just been +stirred up in her mother. + The thought of 'mercy killing' had caused her to remember Timicin again. +She had fallen in love with the scientist just before he had been forced to +end his life by his people's customary 'Resolution.' This was done in mercy, +so they claimed, to allow the individual to die in dignity and to prevent him +from becoming a burden to society. + Deanna allowed the wall around her mind to crumble again. +Lwaxana smiled faintly and mother and daughter embraced mentally, sharing the +experience completely for the first time. + +* * * * * + + Geordi woke up and groped for his VISOR. He had fallen asleep thinking +about what Deanna had said. He knew she was right. His mother would want him +to be his own man, and to be strong. Strong like her. He looked back to the +computer at the picture of he and his mother holding hands. He had just +played a successful baseball game and she was so proud of him. Imagine that - +a blind boy playing baseball. He smiled at the memory. + "Computer discontinue images and rearchive." + The computer chimed its acknowledgement as Geordi made his way to the +bathroom to get cleaned up. After a long, hot shower, he stood in his +dressing room looking into the mirror. Actually, his VISOR was directed at +the mirror, but he was looking inward. + "Mother, I know now what I have to do. You want to be strong again, but +you know the doctors don't think you can. I love you mom. I have to let you +go." He could almost hear her speaking back to him. Reassuring him that this +was the right decision. He could see her face in his minds eye. She was so +proud of him. Geordi finished dressing and left to tell the doctors his +decision. + He did not beam directly to Starfleet Medical. Instead he had himself +beamed to the park that adjoined the hospital. After a mind clearing walk, he +arrived at the Hospital. He went directly to Dr. Pulaski's office but she was +not to be found. He walked up to the nearest computer terminal. + "Computer, where is Dr. Kate Pulaski." + "Dr. Pulaski is in the Life Support ward. Twenty-seventh floor." + Geordi rode the turbolift to the twenty-seventh floor. When the door +whooshed open he just stood there, lost in thought. Finally the turbolift +asked for a destination and Geordi snapped out of his reverie. He took a deep +breath and headed for the ward. Just as he got there, Dr Pulaski stepped out +of the door. She looked disappointed when he told her, but she nodded and +turned back into the room. + Geordi stood at the side of the tank as Dr. Pulaski disconnected the +mechanisms that kept Mrs. LaForge alive. He nodded and thanked her as she +turned to leave. He thought he saw a tear roll down her cheek as she turned +to leave Geordi with his dying mother. + He didn't know how long he stood there before he felt the touch of a +hand on his shoulder. The grip was strong and reassuring. He turned around +to find the aged face of Admiral McCoy. + "Son. I know how this has been on you." His eyes sparkled in such a +way that Geordi knew that the old man was right. Strangely, this old man +seemed to understand even better than Deanna Troi what he had gone through. +The old man held something out to Geordi. It was an ancient book. Geordi had +seen books like this only a couple of times in his life. + "I want you to have this. It was given to me when I was hurting like +you are now. It'll do more good in your hands than mine." Geordi looked like +he was going to refuse the extremely valuable gift, but McCoy shook it at him. +"Go on, boy. I've got the damn thing memorized anyway." + Geordi took the book reverently and examined it. The gold lettering had +almost completely rubbed off of the cover. He opened the cover and discovered +that the first page had been ripped out. On the title page, however, there +was a message written in a careful script handwriting. + +From a grave man, near death, who sees with blinding +sight + +To a blind man, whose eyes can still blaze like +meteors and be gay. + +* * * * * + + In the newly repaired engineering room of the Enterprise, the engineers +stood at attention as the Captain and Chief Engineers inspected the repairs +and cleanup. + "Well, Lt. Commander LaForge, it appears that your people have done an +exemplary job." Captain Picard smiled at the group of engineers and at the +Chief Engineer. + "It seems, however, that I have other business here in the Engineering +room of our Enterprise." Captain Picard slowly moved down the line of +uncomfortable looking engineers. He stopped when he stood in front of +Reginald Barclay. + "Lt. Barclay, I am told that you supervised the installation of the new +Navigational Deflector Arrays." + "Yuh, -uh- I... Yes Sir." Barclay looked like he least wanted to be +here. + "And that they have been tested and are fully operational." + "Yes S-Sir" + "And that during the unfortunate accident you performed well and saved +the life of Lt. Gomez." + "Well, I..." Barclay didn't know what to say to that one. He stole a +glance down the line at Gomez, who smiled at him. He blushed and turned back +to the Captain. + "Well done, Barclay, well done indeed." Picard smiled and shook +Barclays hand. The engineer almost fainted. LaForge clapped his appreciation +for Barclay, and the rest of the engineers took his lead and joined in. + Picard dismissed the group and they huddled around Barclay clapping him +on the back and congratulating him on having gotten to shake the Captains +hand. As the group was dispersing, Barclay spotted Gomez through the crowd. + He seemed hesitant, but Geordi patted him on the shoulder and encouraged +him and he moved over toward her. She grinned at him and limped over to meet +him. She hooked her arm around his elbow and grinned + "I seem to be having some difficulty walking on my own, Reg. Would you +mind terribly, helping me back to my quarters?" + +* * * * * + + Riker was sitting in his quarters when Deanna came by. They seated +themselves on the Commander's couch and Deanna began talking. + "Will, I'm sorry I've been so busy with Geordi. He has really had a +rough time this week. You said you had some things on your mind. Tell me +about them." + "I can't tell you." Riker looked mischievous. + "Why not, Will? You have always been able to talk to me before." + "It can't be told. Not with words." + Deanna had been probing his mind, trying to detect some clue as to the +reason for his strange mood. Suddenly she felt his mind open up and her +consciousness almost fell into his. He smiled and reached out for her hand. +She returned the smile and pulled him closer. + "Oh, Imzadi!" + Back on Earth, Lwaxana Troi sat sipping coffee in her suite. She +smiled. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/crystalb b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/crystalb new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1ca8515e --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/crystalb @@ -0,0 +1,480 @@ +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail +From: jantrim@netcom.com (joyce antrim) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: New DS9 story: Crystal Burning (vampire) +Date: 1 Feb 1995 03:32:25 -0600 +Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway +Lines: 467 +Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: news.cs.utexas.edu +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:5447 + +Crystal Burning : A Deep Space Nine story. Copyright on all Star +Trek characters and settings, Paramount Pictures; copyright on +original characters and story, Brenda S. Antrim, 1995. Dedicated to +Wendi Arant and Janis Cortese (thanks, sisters!). Comments are always +welcome. Enjoy! + + + Doctor Windese's field was xenohematology. She would have +claimed it was a matter of survival, if she ever discussed the +reasons for her obscure specialization. They wouldn't understand, +but then they didn't need to understand. And they certainly didn't +need to hear her rationale. She wouldn't have explained even if +anyone could have gathered enough courage to ask. + Doctor Julian Bashir studied his visiting colleague as +covertly as possible, which wasn't nearly as discreet as he +imagined. He'd greeted her upon her arrival with all his normal +enthusiasm. Her utterly professional courtesy in response to his +overtures had nearly frozen him to the deck, and he'd been bloody +well professional right back at her. His stiffness had amused +Kira, until the major had been withered by a blast of Windese's +formality herself. The irritated Bajoran first officer had been +quick to return to Ops, with a sarcastic aside for Julian to "enjoy +himself" as she left the infirmary. He didn't think that was a +likely possibility. He sighed, and made one last stab at +hospitality. + "It's getting late, Doctor. Would you care to join me for +dinner?" + She raised her head slowly from the spectrascope, her short +cap of curls shining blue-black in the bright overhead lights. He +was struck again by her strangely colorless eyes, with irises like +clear crystal, sparkling and bottomless. Her elegant, pale face +was utterly expressionless as she refused his invitation with the +least possible words needed to remain within the realm of good +manners. Feeling completely put in his face, he found himself torn +between relief and disappointment. His initial reaction to her +beauty had been attraction banked but not doused by her icy +attitude, and it stubbornly refused to fade in the face of her +continued indifference. She bent her head back to her instruments, +long, slender fingers moving delicately over the datapad, clearly +dismissing him. He raised a brow at the sleek top of her head, +shrugged, and left with a slightly miffed "Good night, then." She +didn't respond. + The infirmary was silent for several long moments after the +young man had left. Her hands gradually stilled, her arrow- +straight spine slowly curved, and she sat in a relaxed slouch at +the console. She raised her eyes to study the closed door, then +swept her glance over the empty infirmary. Rising a bit unsteadily +from her stool, she moved across the room to lean against the wall +next to the replicator. Punching the keypad with swift, sure +strokes, she quickly reprogrammed the menu and whispered a short +phrase. Instants later, one hand closed around the neck of a two +liter container of liquid while the other rapidly reversed the +programming, erasing all signs of the meal she had just replicated. +With a thirst bordering on desperation, she raised the carafe to +her lips and drank deeply. The shakiness began to ease and a light +flush spread over her collarbones up into her throat. She drank +until the liquid was completely gone, then placed the container in +the bin to be recycled with the medical waste. As she washed the +last drops of warm crimson fluid from her mouth and hands, she met +her own eyes in the mirror above the sink. A brief smile curved +her firm lips and she wondered what the lovely young lad would say +if he'd seen her dinner. Probably pass out, she mused, and returned +to her research with a shrug. + +********************************************************* + + "Zsanis Kristeen Windese. What an unusual name." Dax +couldn't resist gently teasing Julian. Obviously, the new +researcher on temporary assignment to DS Nine had gotten under his +skin. + "Unusual. Right," he snorted indelicately. "First class ice +queen, that one is." + "Didn't she fall for your charm, Julian? Now, that does +surprise me!" + He shot her a reproachful glance from huge olive eyes. It had +not been a good day, and Jadzia'a warped sense of humor was not +helping his admittedly sour mood. + "Oh, it wasn't just me. Ask Kira! Windese was a block of ice +to her, too!" He heard the petulance in his own voice, and tried +to lighten the conversation. "She really is quite brilliant. +Holds several advanced degrees, including xenobiology and +xenohematology from the Vulcan Science Academy." + "Maybe that's why she's so reserved, Julian. It couldn't have +been easy, being a Human student in such a small field at VSA. +Perhaps she's just shy." + "Are you saying if I give her time perhaps she'll thaw?" Dax +nodded and he pretended to mull it over. "No. She's only here for +two months. Two millennia, maybe -- two months? Not a chance!" + She laughed at his disgruntled expression and deftly changed +the subject. Julian was going to have to share his small lab with +the woman. He didn't need to have his mealtime conversations +filled with her presence as well. + +*********************************************************** + + Two and a half weeks. Eighteen days. Four hundred and sixty +eight hours. Julian often appreciated the additional two hours per +day he'd gotten since he arrived at Deep Space Nine. Now they +seemed like an extra penance he was paying for some heinous crime +he wasn't aware of committing. Not that Doctor Windese was +unpleasant. Or pleasant. She merely moved around him as if he +were a piece of lab equipment, and not very interesting equipment +at that. Unfortunately, his awareness of her had continued to +grow, until her effect on him was becoming obvious. Not to mention +embarrassing. And he didn't see any way around it. He couldn't +very well let her drive him out of his own infirmary, and she +couldn't do her research anywhere else. They were at an impasse, +but he seemed to be the only one having a problem with the +situation. + Stepping into the corridor, he tapped his commbadge and tried +to find a calm, upbeat tone. + "Bashir to O'Brien." + There was a muffled thump over the open line before a +distracted voice answered, "O'Brien here, doctor. What can I do +for you?" + "Are you up for a game of racquetball, Chief?" + Miles didn't answer for a moment, then, suspiciously, "At two +o'clock in the afternoon?" + Julian's eyes widened and shot to the wall chrono. It was +only 1400? It felt like 2100. At least. + "Um, no, of course not now. I meant tonight. After duty. Of +course." + "Honestly, Julian, I'd kind of like a break," came the weary +reply. "In the last couple weeks we've played nearly every night, +and lately you've been brutal. Something bothering you, doctor?" + "Oh, no, really," Julian hastily answered, unconsciously +shaking his head. "I'm sorry about that, Miles. I didn't realize +I was being so demanding." He sounded discouraged. + "That's all right, I -- like the challenge." O'Brien almost +managed to make it sound like he meant it. "But tonight I'd really +rather just rest up a bit." + "Sounds good. Well, then ... Bashir out." + Great, he grumbled to himself. Now what do I do with myself. +His thoughts turned to the long, deserted corridors near the outer +perimeter of the docking ring. Ah, exploration, he suddenly +grinned. If nothing else, a nice long hike would tire him out +enough to sleep without any more embarrassing dreams. He hoped. + +************************************************************* + + They weren't as smart or as fast as the t'kla rats that roamed +the Vulcan desert, but they were canny in their own way. They +provided a decent chase and satisfied her hunger. Zsanis pounced +lightly as a hunting cat on the Cardassian vole, swiftly avoiding +the slashing claws and competently snapping its neck. When she had +finished feeding, she laid the lifeless body neatly in a shadowed +corner, confident the other voles would make short work of the +corpse. With a silent word of thanks to the departed vole for the +nourishment and entertainment it had provided, she tidied her +jumpsuit and brushed her hair back from her face. Noticing a +scratch on her wrist, bleeding slightly where one of the creature's +claws had nicked her, she delicately licked it clean. It had +already almost completely healed, and it finished closing as her +tongue flicked away the last of the blood. Relaxed and satiated +for the moment, she leaned against a rusty support beam and thought +about her current situation. + Her research was going well. She had isolated at least two +and possibly three elements in Bajoran blood that might be useful +in solving her particular problem. The research into interspecies +blood-born viruses that was her public research goal would also +benefit, but she'd been trying to isolate and correct her own +mutated genes for over five hundred years. If the Bajoran +platelets didn't work, it would mean another several years of +pseudoplasma and rodentia. + A slight noise caught her attention, and she faded into the +shadows. A single beam of light cut the darkness, followed by +young Bashir's lanky form. To her hastily suppressed amusement, he +was muttering to himself, the words carrying clearly to her +hypersensitive ears. + "-don't know what else I'm supposed to be doing," he growled +softly, poking and picking his way through the debris. "Tried +sonic showers. Tried cold swims. Just about beat poor Miles to +death on the courts." His expression of self-disgust sent a fresh +wave of giggles through her, but she managed to control them. + "Why do I always do this? First Jadzia. Then Kira -- ha! +Latent attraction, my eye. Of course she's gorgeous, but she'd +sooner spit in my eye than ever go to bed with me!" He paused, +thinking about this for a moment with an arrested expression on his +face, then shaking his head dismissingly and continuing. "And now +the Ice Queen herself." He kicked disconsolately at a rusty piece +of tubing, sending cascading echoes rippling through the corridor. +Windese winced in pain and grabbed her ears, glaring at the +oblivious Julian. She missed the next few words, shaking the +lingering pain from her eardrums, and he ambled on. As the last of +the ringing disappeared, his muttering voice also faded. + "Why do I always want the ones who don't want me?" + She could sympathize. He didn't realize it, but his presence +was pushing her resistance to the limits. The close confines of +the lab made avoidance impossible, and the combination of his long- +limbed, dark beauty, eloquent eyes, medical brilliance and basic +sweet nature undermined her determination to remain aloof. Not to +mention the fact that he smelled absolutely delicious. + The problem was that she didn't trust her own reactions. It +was quite possible that she could lose control, given the force of +her passion and the length of her celibacy. Besides having to go +on the run again, she didn't want to hurt Bashir. His opinion to +the contrary, she enjoyed his company. He'd just never know it, +not if she could help it. + She pushed herself away from the wall and willed herself back +into her quarters, anxious to avoid accidentally running into +Julian in the empty corridors. Hopefully, she could give herself +up to the forgetfulness of sleep for a few hours. If she was +lucky, the dreams wouldn't intrude and disturb her rest. She was +seldom lucky. + +************************************************************** + + He was driving her to distraction. For nearly a week he'd +been involved in cracking the code on a Bajoran genome responsible +for spinal malformation in a significant number of adults born in +Cardassian labor camps. He had isolated the permutations in the +strand the previous day, and had been so excited by his progress +that he'd worked through the night. All night. In the lab. Next +to her, behind her, all around her. The replicator in the +infirmary was the only one she could safely reprogram, and the +voles weren't much better than a snack to supplement her diet, so +she was getting a little light-headed from not eating. Or perhaps +it was his scent. + She stared at him with barely concealed hunger as he matched +one record with another, for once oblivious to her presence as his +eyes flew over data and his mind sorted rapidly through +combinations and connections. He didn't notice her stare, +completely caught up in the medical puzzle before him. In an +instant of breathtaking beauty, his face lit up with triumph. + "That's it!" His fingers flew over the keypad, and he stored +his results with a satisfied sigh. "There are a few further tests +to be run, of course, to cross check these results, but I think it +might well be the answer to-" he swung around to share his +discovery with her, only to be stopped by the oddly intent look on +her face. She tried to smile at him, a painful effort he put down +to lack of practice. + "Congratulations, Doctor Bashir. This is quite an +accomplishment." Her voice sounded strangled, as if she wasn't +getting enough air. Her face was even more pale than normal, and +her luminous crystal eyes seemed to have flames dancing through +them. How unusual, he thought distractedly, burning crystal. +Fiery ice. Triumph forgotten in concern over his colleague, he +pushed himself out of his chair and put a steadying hand on her +arm. + "Are you all right, Doctor Windese?" + She inhaled sharply, unwillingly, then swayed slightly, eyes +half closed and fixed on his face. He brought his other hand up to +her opposite shoulder, fearing she might faint. She smiled +dreamily up at him and he caught his own breath at her incandescent +beauty. The fire from her eyes now seemed to glow under her skin, +and she entranced him. + "My name is Zsanis. What is that scent you're wearing, +Bashir?" + "Julian," he automatically corrected, stunned by the change in +her. "And, um, I'm not. Wearing any cologne, or anything, that +is, I mean." He was tripping over his tongue, but he couldn't help +it. His brain felt foggy with fatigue from his intense research, +the long all-nighter combining with his rampant lust for this +unexpectedly sensual woman to turn his mind to mush. She was +leaning slightly against him now, sliding one hand along his chest +to wrap it lightly around his throat, slipping the other arm around +his waist to gently urge his chest against hers. He was somewhat +taller than she, and she fit perfectly along the line of his body. +The attraction he had fought unsuccessfully all month overpowered +his control, and he curved his hands around her back, smoothing the +long muscles and cuddling her close to him. He felt like he was +floating through a heavy mist of desire, as if nothing was quite +real. A low moan escaped his lips as she moved against him, making +him tremble. + His scent surrounded her, causing her to lose the last tenuous +grasp on her control. When he touched her, concern evident in his +beautiful light voice, it was already too late. She was drawn to +his warmth, his flushed skin, his sweet taste. Lab coat, +jumpsuits, boots, stockings, underthings were stripped away, and +they came together under the force of an ages-old attraction. As +he cried out his fulfillment she found hers, leaning over his +tensed body, finding the carotid artery thrumming with the force of +their passion. At the precise moment his world flew apart, so did +hers, as her fangs bit delicately into his flesh. She drank +deeply, satiating them both. He felt an incredibly shattering +level of awareness at the end, as if his nerve endings were +flaming, as if his soul was breaking away. + She managed to rein in her hunger before she did anything +permanent, but it was a struggle for control she nearly didn't win. +Panting with exertion, she pulled her head back from his +outstretched throat, and a low growl rose unbidden from her chest. +He was barely conscious, and she cradled his head against her, +smoothing back his hair and softly kissing him. This was her +fault. She'd known she was playing with explosives, between his +attraction to her and her own weakness for him. Wearily, she +pulled herself away from him and reached for her jumpsuit. + "Zsanis." + His whisper startled her, and she whipped away from him, +raising a hand to cover her stained mouth. She wasn't quick +enough. He laughed softly, with an edge of hysteria. + "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life. Now would +you please tell me what the hell just happened?!" His voice gained +strength as he spoke, raising until he was almost shouting. She +put her fingertips over his lips, and he tasted the slick saltiness +of his own blood. His eyes grew huge over her restraining fingers, +and she smiled gently at him, deliberately flashing her fangs. His +throat moved in a long, slow swallow, and she nodded her head. + "Yes, dear. We have to talk." + +************************************************************* + + "A virus?" + "Um hum." Clothed again, colleagues again, only sore muscles +and tiny throat wounds to show they'd ever been more. She +marvelled at the strength of his professional curiosity. He clung +to it like a lifeline. + "And the physiological changes, the ability to shape-shift -- +this is amazing. How were you infected?" + She leaned back as he sat forward. He had no idea how +appealing he was, and no idea yet of how much she was trusting him. + "It was 1916. I was a nurse with the Austro-Hungarian army in +the Vasges during the First World War-" at his utterly blank look, +she sighed. "Ancient history. Anyway, I'd disguised myself as a +man and trailed after my lover into the army. When he was killed, +I didn't see any reason to leave. There was so much confusion, and +we were so short handed ... let's just say they didn't look too +closely at the volunteers. Especially in the mountains. I kept +myself apart from the others as much as possible, and one night +this soldier came to me. He was very pale, almost emaciated, and +weak, or so I thought." She fell silent, remembering the pain and +fear of the encounter, as well as the unexpected ecstasy. He saw +the conflicting emotions on her face and took her hand gently to +comfort her. His warmth distracted her from the harsh memories, +and she was able to give him a brief sketch of the time that +followed. The decades of unwilling murder, until a suitable +pseudoplasma was developed, the hassle of constantly reinventing +her life, the feeling of always being on the run. + "Never being able to allow anyone too close, for whom could I +trust? How would I know whether their desire would turn to fear +and disgust when they discovered the truth?" And how would I keep +myself from giving in to the temptation to create more monsters +like myself, if only to stop being so alone, she thought, but +didn't say aloud. He had enough to think about with adding that +particular concern. + "So you've been crossmatching blood from various carbon based +species in an attempt to discover a treatment to reverse the +virus?" + "Or at least counter the effects." + "Have you been aging at all?" His hands were moving gently +but firmly over her face, examining her eyes, her neck, down her +arms, across her palms. His touch was detached, impersonal, but it +still burned her. The hunger rose again and she drew her lips +back. He glanced up, saw the razor tips of her incisors, and +hastily dropped her hands. "Sorry!" + She drew a ragged breath. "It's all right. Really. But you +probably shouldn't touch me. It's been a long dry spell, and +you're ... rather intense." And tasty, she mentally leered, +careful not to let it show on her face. + He blushed slightly and touched the puncture wounds on his +throat with tentative fingers. Maybe a little space would be a +good idea. + "Would you like some help?" he asked abruptly. This was a +puzzle he could really sink his teeth into -- the double meaning +hit him and he groaned. She cocked her head and gave him an +inquiring look, and he shook his head. + "I would like to stop this disease. And your talent as a +researcher is unquestioned. But I need to know one thing." + "Which is?" + "Can you keep your mouth shut?" She shrugged at his hurt +look. "Well, you do have a reputation as a motormouth. If you're +going to talk, I might as well pack it in and run now." + "I won't say anything," he promised, determination plain in +his expression. She looked at him for a long moment. He certainly +would try not to say anything, she decided, and she might as well +trust him. If worse came to worst, she could always hop a +freighter. One thing hundreds of years of experience had taught +her was to find out where all the exits were first. + "I'd appreciate the help." + +************************************************************** + + It was an odd month. They only touched by accident. Miles +was completely exhausted and actually prayed for something to break +so he would have an excuse not to play racquetball. The vole +population decreased dramatically. Lab equipment was utilized to +124 per cent capacity. There were lots of showers, but little warm +water was used. Julian found himself dropping for impromptu sets +of pushups on the isolation ward floor. Zsanis held her breath +whenever he came near, although there were more than a few illicit +sniffs when he wasn't looking. They got an incredible amount of +work done. + They didn't find a cure. + Or even a viable treatment. + Julian was intensely frustrated, in more ways than just one. +Zsanis was more used to failure but still, it was difficult. +Finally, the day before her scheduled departure, he watched her +packing away datachips with a heavy frown. She glanced up and +caught his expression. Moving over to join him, she ran a finger +lightly over his pouty lower lip. + "If nothing else, we made some breakthroughs on the +interaction between Cardassian plasma and the neuroallergins. Who +could predict the serum would break down that way? So at least +there was some benefit to our work." + "Certainly. Just none for you," he groused, trying to catch +her fingertip with his teeth. + "Some for me, Julian. Even negative results tell us +something. They show us which paths not to follow. You know +that." + "Yes." He didn't sound happy about it. "But what will you +do?" He gave in to impulse and wrapped her in a gentle hug. + "The same thing I have been doing for centuries." She +returned the embrace, holding him tightly, resting her head in the +hollow of his shoulder. "I'll keep searching." + "We both will." + She drew back to search his face, somehow not as surprised by +his reaction as she supposed she should be. There were depths here +she would dearly love to explore, if she could only trust herself. + "Thank you, my friend." She reached up to kiss him, meaning +to keep it short, an expression of appreciation and a goodbye. + Big mistake. + Their mouths came together, and her fang tip lightly grazed +the tender flesh of his inner lip. He jerked slightly, a slight +trickle of blood dashing across his tongue, and hers caught it as +they slid together. A jolt of awareness sizzled through her body, +and her lip curled back. Her mouth slipped from his to leave a +moist trail across his jaw, under his ear, down the side of his +neck. He arched into her caress, and she was vaguely aware that +she really should stop this before it got out of hand. Her body +wasn't listening, so her mind gave up the fight. + Once again it was a conflagration. When they came back to +themselves, clothes were draped from one end of the lab to the +other, the exam table was shoved over two feet, the diagnostic +computer was tilted sideways. He was wrapped around her, she was +draped over him, and there was blood on her lips. + She sighed. + "We really have to stop doing this." + His voice sounded far away, exhausted. "Well, you are going +away tomorrow. We could consider it a ... going away party, +without the chocolate cheesecake and the dancing." + She giggled, feeling young and a bit dizzy. Trailing +butterfly kisses up the smooth contours of his chest, she lapped +like a kitten at the fresh puncture wounds on his neck. + "I have to leave pretty early in the morning." Her tone +dropped slightly, and she nuzzled the hollow of his throat. "I'll +miss you, lad." + He rested his chin lightly on top of her head. "We'll stay in +contact, you know. I'm not giving up on finding a cure, I +promise." + She smiled against his skin. "I know. Between the two of us, +we might just lick this thing." They both chuckled at the imagery, +then sobered. "I hate goodbyes. Please don't see me off in the +morning." + "If that's what you wish, then I won't." + He rolled to his feet, gently pulling her up beside him. They +dressed in silence, pausing for affectionate touches and teasing +kisses. Coming to stand in front of her, he cupped her face in his +hands and brought her mouth up to meet his, kissing her tenderly +and thoroughly. They held one another briefly before she drew +away. + "I'll be checking back with you, then. I ... look forward to +it." She struggled to keep her voice light. + He nodded, keeping his head down. She studied him for a +moment, reaching out to touch the deep sable curls gently in +farewell. Turning without another word, she left the darkened +infirmary. + He rubbed his fingertips together lightly, as if to rub away +the swiftly healing puncture marks he had felt on her throat when +he held her and kissed her. Walking slowly into the tiny bathroom, +he activated the lights over the mirror and studied his reflection +thoughtfully. His teeth appeared normal, but there was no denying +the thin trickles of blood trailing from the corners of his mouth. +Nor could he deny the odd burning in his veins, the blood singing +through his system. He grinned slightly at himself. + One way or another, it would be one hell of a research +project. + +********************* THE END ****************************** + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cupidsph b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cupidsph new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f0b01416 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/cupidsph @@ -0,0 +1,319 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!spsgate!mogate!newsgate!NewsWatcher +From: Ron_Stein@SPS.MOT.COM (Ron Stein) +Subject: Cupid's Phaser +Message-ID: +Followup-To: alt.startrek.creative +Sender: news@newsgate.sps.mot.com +Nntp-Posting-Host: 222.194.55.4 +Organization: Motorola SPS +Date: Mon, 14 Feb 1994 15:59:29 GMT +Lines: 306 + +Here's a story I whipped up for my wife. Hope you enjoy it. + +Remember Heinlein's admonition: "Writing is not necessarily something to +be ashamed of, but do it in private and was your hands afterward." + + + + +Cupid's Phaser + + +She sat in her office, a small cubicle in the distribution center of Ship's +Stores. A pseudo-window above the desk showed a moving starfield; a real +time projection of the view from Ten Forward. Off to the left an +inventory control screen glowed softly, showing the remaining quantities of +organic compounds A thru G stored in hold 376D, starboard. A mug full of a +noxious green soft drink had gone warm beside the screen. It was about +11:30 hours -- near the end of yet another boring shift aboard the starship +Enterprise. + +"So much for the glamour of Starfleet service." she thought for the +hundredth time. As always, she was all alone with her inventory problems. +Someone had to provide support during the "B" watch, and she was low man on +the totem pole. Second lowest she frequently said with mock pride -- a +newby ensign had the "C" watch. And if Ships Stores wasn't as exciting as +Planetary Sciences or Warp Technology, well, she hadn't made the cut for +the Exobiology and Engineering programs at the Academy. Her talent was in +detail and organization, "button sorting" they called it in the Admin +courses. If you wanted to know where the cobalt-thorium G was kept, how +much was on hand, and when we'd need more, why, just ask her. That kind of +trivia stuck to her brain like a molecular bond. + +The door buzzer sounded. "That's weird" she thought. "Who'd ring a door +buzzer down here?" She spun her chair, faced the door and said "Come!" +The door dutifully answered the standard hail and slid silently open. +There was no one there. On the floor was a small, red, heart shaped box +with a bright pink ribbon. + +She walked over and picked it up, a smile on her youthful face. Brown eyes +twinkled as she picked it up and read "Collette - Be my Valentine?" +scrawled neatly across the top. There was no signature. She looked both +ways down the hall, but whoever had left it was gone. + +Inside the box was a small assortment of traditional chocolate candies. +She picked out the one that looked like a cherry cordial (it was!), and ate +it as she went back to her desk. She was so delighted that she did +absolutely nothing for the rest of her shift, and didn't even notice her +own negligence. She was still sitting there happily trying to figure out +who the valentine had come from when Ensign Staedicke showed up for "C' +watch. + +"What's up, lieutenant?" asked Staedicke. "You're usually ready to go by +the time I get here. Don't tell me something interesting actually +happened?!" he added with mild sarcasm. + +"Paul - did you leave this for me?" she said, indicating the box. A smile +was on her face. "Yeah, I bet it was Paul. He probably wants me to pull a +double shift for him." she thought. + +"Let me see that." he said. "Jeez - I haven't seen one of these cornball +things since I left Earth! Where'd you get it?" She told him the story of +the box's arrival, but he denied knowing anything at all about it. + +"I'm extremely married" he pointed out, shaking his head. "Johanna would +skin me if I even suggested a valentine for another woman. You've got me. +I don't know where it came from." + +She left the distribution center and headed for her quarters, completely +puzzled, and more than a little bit tickled. + + +The next morning, Valentine's Day, there was a message posted on the comm +system for her. + +"Command wears red, +Science wears blue, +Deanna is cute, +But not cute as you!" + +It was signed "An Admirer". The message had been posted anonymously from a +comm station in the Arboretum. "Who the heck is this?!" she said aloud. +She had made a passing acquaintance of Keiko O'Brien in the horticulture +department; maybe Keiko knew who was doing this. + + +"I have no idea, Collette!" Keiko answered, giggling. "But isn't it +sweet?!" + +What she did learn from Keiko was that the Botany section had no unattached +males, and too many others came to enjoy the Arboretum for her to keep +track of. She couldn't think of a single candidate to be a secret admirer. + +"You know, Collette..., that poem mentioned "Deanna". " Keiko said +thoughtfully. "That's gotta be Deanna Troi, and that brings to mind two +people - Commander Riker and Lieutenant Barkley. Could it be one of them?" + +She thought about it. Every eligible woman on board, and half of the +married ones, had had the hots for handsome Will Riker at one time or +another. It was tempting to think... But no, she realized that it +probably wasn't him. Oh, sure, she had a nice, somewhat voluptuous, +athletic figure, a cute face, and a good sense of humor, but so did most of +the women on board. Starfleet seemed to attract the cream of the crop. +But her duties never brought her into contact with Riker. She had only +seen him a couple of times, and had never spoken to him. They'd never even +made eye contact as near as she could remember. + +Barkley was another story though. She did see him on occasion, and had +even spoken to the nervous engineer a few times. They occasionally had +meals in the same mess area, and she was pretty sure he'd sneaked a peek at +her figure a couple of times. Could it be Barkley? His holodiction +eccentricity was pretty well known, and discretely chuckled about. But, in +truth, a lot of women wondered if they'd rated high enough to join him, +holographically that is, for a romp on the holodeck. He did have a certain +boyish charm... + +Collette blushed a little. "Riker? Thanks Keiko, but let's be honest... +Barkley? I suppose that's possible, though I'd never have guessed. I +hardly ever see him, and he never seemed more than his usual amount of +nervous around me. I guess I'll try to check him out though." + + +That afternoon around lunch time, she dropped by the mess room at level 23, +near the engineering sections. It was a bit less subdued than Ten Forward, +and some pretty raucous bantering and joking often accompanied the serious +business of quick eating. A lot of the young officers ate there, and +Barkley, like herself, was often one of them. She hoped to run into +Barkley and start a conversation, just to see where it would lead. + +She'd been there about twenty minutes and had almost finished her taco and +salad when Barkley came in. He was arm-in-arm with Teresa Waldeck, one of +the new data management people. She was obviously fawning over him, and +Barkley looked, well... satisfied, if a bit tired. + +"Oh well - scratch Barkley." She was back to square one. She finished her +lunch, joined in some of the joking and complaining going on at her table, +and left for her room, more puzzled than ever. + +But when she got there, just outside her door, a spray of pink flower +petals covered the floor. A tall, delicate crystal vase held two deep red +roses nearly at eye level. The note attached said + +Roses are red, +Some are pink too, +Keiko don't know, +Are you wondering who? + +There was no signature this time, just a stylized question mark with a tiny +red heart for the dot below. This was a fun game! Who was doing this?! + + + +She arrived for her watch about twenty minutes early, hoping to catch +someone setting up some sort of surprise. She was disappointed. There was +nothing unusual at her desk. The "A" watch people might have been +surprised at her early arrival if they hadn't been so busy. Security Chief +Worf was over in one corner talking quietly with her boss, Lt. Commander +Tamy Scheurn. Occasionally they glanced in her direction, and Worf didn't +look happy. Worf never looked happy. + +She knew Lieutenant Worf from the Tai Chi classes he taught. Collette had +enrolled in the course as soon as she came on board the Enterprise. The +full contact portion of the class appealed to her competitive nature, and +she considered herself one of the better students. Worf did too, and had +once told her so. "I wonder if it's Worf...!" she thought. + +Worf was good looking, for a Klingon. He was large-chested and rippled +with well toned muscles. He wore his hair long, but sternly pulled back; +and it gave him a rugged, primitive look. His deep voice was strong and +commanding, and she was just now realizing how tantalizing his alienness +was. What would it feel like to run her fingers over his brow ridges...? + +There was a problem though -- Klingon mating was not for the faint of +heart. A male in passion was not fully aroused unless there was blood +spilled, and the act itself was more an assault than the acrobatic +wrestling typical of humans. There was a story about an Amazonian security +officer who managed to challenge Worf into a lovemaking session -- she +ended up with four cracked ribs, a bruised pelvis, numerous bites and +lacerations, and an enormous smile. She didn't move easily for a week +afterward, and never spoke to anyone about what actually happened. + +Worf and Scheurn moved in her direction. They stopped in front of her, and +Worf spoke. + +"Lieutenant Simmons - Keiko O'Brien mentioned the messages you've been +receiving. While she expressed amusement, I am not amused. As Chief of +Security, I do not like the idea of secretive stalking of crew members." +He paused, obviously annoyed, and stared at her, awaiting a response. + +A warm flush colored her face. Collette looked at Tamy for a cue. For her +part, Tamy was trying very hard to choke back a grin. She wasn't having +noteworthy success. Apparently Worf was unfamiliar with this aspect of +human mating rituals. + +"I... I don't think there's anything to worry about, Sir." she offered. +"This... well, this is a pretty normal variation in human behavior. There +hasn't been anything threatening at all. I'll be all right." + +Worf glowered, his jaw tightening. "This 'romance' is nonsense! If a male +is stalking a female, he should do it openly!" He bristled at Tamy's +barely hidden amusement. "There is no honor, no glory in this 'Saint +Valentine'!" + +He made a visible effort to calm himself, and continued more formally. +"Lieutenant - I will be on duty. Do not hesitate to call if you feel you +are in danger." He turned and stalked out, muttering something in Klingon. + +Collette sighed as she watched him leave. There was a lot to be said for +his direct approach, but she wasn't likely to hear anything from him. One +thing was for sure -- it wasn't Worf. She turned and went to her station. +Tamy stood there with a grin from ear to ear. + + +Ten minutes before the end of her watch, Collette was startled by a message +flashing on her screen: + +Tomatoes are red, +No food is blue, +I'd like very much, +To have dinner with you. + +Meet me in the Arboretum in fifteen minutes? + + +When Staedicke came through the door, she was past him and gone before he +knew it had happened. "Bye!" she said cheerfully over her shoulder. She +was almost sprinting down the hall. + +The Arboretum was 19 decks up and clear across the saucer section from her +watch area. It took two turbo-lift changes, and a couple hundred yards on +foot to get there, but she covered the distance in just over three minutes. + + +The Arboretum was a large room on the edge of the saucer. It was three +decks high with a ceiling that mimicked the sky of Earth, and was used as +much for relaxing as it was for scientific purposes. People often came for +walks in the early evening (ships time), and the more adventurous among the +crew sometimes arranged amorous encounter there during the late, late +hours. One grassy spot near a waterfall was particularly notorious... + + She paused just a moment to gather some composure, and catch her breath. +Finally she took one long breath, let it out slowly, and went in. + +There was no one there. Not near the entrance anyway. The Arboretum was a +big place, with almost a quarter mile of walkways meandering around. She +looked around, perplexed, then she noticed a few pink rose petals on one of +the paths leading away from the door. A hint, perhaps? + +The rose petals disappeared a few feet up the path, but they reappeared at +every fork in the path for a few feet or so. She had a moment of panic +when she wondered if she was following a trail left for someone else. It +would be horrible to burst in on someone else in a romantic or (oops!) +passionate moment. Finally she saw a glow that she thought was candlelight +a ways off the path to her right. She carefully walked through the +luxuriant growth, peering ahead hoping for a peek at the mystery man. + +A powerful, sweet fragrance hung heavily in the air. Gardenias, she +thought. Collette pushed aside the last of the branches blocking her view +and saw a small table, French bistro style, with two candles burning in +mismatched wine bottles. Place settings for two were on opposite sides. +Several covered serving dishes competed for space on the table. A man sat +with his back to her. She saw dark hair, broad shoulders, and a gold ships +services uniform like her own. + +He heard the leaves rustle and turned in his chair to greet her. A full, +close trimmed beard, boyish face... "Hi" he said, smiling. "I'm glad you +came." + +"You! I'd have never guessed!" She smiled at him. She wasn't displeased. + Ron Stein had been in her circle of acquaintances since she'd come aboard +the Enterprise, but she'd never really thought of him romantically. + +He stood and took her hand, leading her to a seat. He made a show of +helping her sit, and handed her a soft linen napkin. He removed the tops +from several of the covered dishes, revealing a selection of tasty finger +foods. "I didn't know what you'd like, and these seemed appropriate for +sort of a late night picnic." From a deep green carafe he poured an odd +green liquid into delicate stemware. + +"I'm not sure what this stuff is, but I noticed you order it pretty +regularly at mealtime. Where does 'Mountain Do' come from?" + + They chatted and laughed, told stories about their homes and families, +their hopes and ambitions, and even their dreams. They found that they had +a lot in common. It was several hours before they ran out of things to +talk about. + +"You know," he said, "you had me worried at lunch today. The way you were +staring at Barkley... I was afraid you had other plans for tonight." + +She chuckled and told him of her suspicions regarding Barkley -- and Worf +--, and they enjoyed a few more minutes joking about Barkley's more +notorious adventures. + +"Well...," he said, during one of the pauses "I guess it's getting late. +First watch starts in a couple more hours. Think we oughta call it a +night?" + +Collette stared a him for a long moment, smiling softly. "I don't know... +it's been so nice, I hate for it to end." She tilted her head back and +stared at the false starry sky, and listened to chirping of the crickets. +"Real crickets, or fake?" she wondered, remotely. + +"Y'know, I hear there's a great view over by the waterfall. Why don't we +go have a look?" + +He smiled as she took his hand and led him away. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/danceofc b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/danceofc new file mode 100644 index 00000000..58d427b4 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/danceofc @@ -0,0 +1,631 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +From: Alara Rogers +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Dance of Chameleon and Mirror (repost) (with APOSTROPHES!) +Date: Fri, 2 Sep 94 20:06:57 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +Lines: 620 +Message-ID: <5iyx+Q5.ajer@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1b.delphi.com + +I posted this a few days ago, and in a fit of vanity read it when +it finally came up on the net. Imagine my horror when I discovered +it had no apostrophes! So much for Microsoft Word's SmartQuotes; +they don't translate into ASCII. I've fixed the problem and reposted +the story. Enjoy! + +------------------------------------------------------------------- + +I've been working off and on (mostly off) on the following vignette +for months. Recently I read the Generations script and realized it +contradicts the entire premise of this story, so I had to rush to +finish it before it became moot (it's not contradicted yet; +nothing's canon until we see it on our screens!) So here we are. + +Despite the fact that they are using different names, the main +characters in this are TNG characters. One is even a semi-regular. +I promise. + + +Dance of Chameleon and Mirror + + Mairi was in her office in the Library, trimming the profuse +bushes that grew around her seat, when she sensed his arrival. + She turned slowly. The entity had changed his form; gone +was the attractive male of her own species, replaced by an +implacable and improbable being of glowing ice in humanoid shape. +And it had been close to fifty years since she'd last sensed him. +But she knew who he was. + "You." + "Me," he replied, in a mocking cold voice. + Mairi set down the pruning laser. "What do you want?" + "What do I want?" he repeated. "Why, what makes you think I +want anything? Perhaps I just came to visit. After all we meant +to each other, are you saying I can't visit?" + "I'm saying you should go. Now." Her hands came up in a +gesture she hadn't used in fifty years. + The entity shook his head. "You won't catch me with that +trick again, my dear." + "I know more than one trick, Ashke." + "As do I." He circled her slowly, the amused tone gone from +his voice. "I came to give you a warning, actually." + This was highly unlikely. Mairi shook her head. "I may be +younger than you. That doesn't mean I was born yesterday." + "Oh, but it's true." He stroked a palely glowing hand over +her bushes. Deep within the glow she could see darkness, and +stars. It was one of the more ostentatious of his forms. "Such +care you take with these. Such pride. Almost as if you had +personally created them." + "By the terms of the Questioners' treaty with my people, you +can't touch us. That includes our property," Mairi said coolly. +"Leave my plants alone." + "Would I stoop to destroying harmless plants? Your plants +are nothing to me." He turned back to her. "You changed your +name again." + "Mairi." It meant "decision-maker". "I grew out of the old +one." + "I liked the old one better. Do your people change their +names every fifty years?" + "Whenever we change roles," she said. "And I should have +given you a new one, too." + He shrugged. "I like Ashke." + "It doesn't fit you anymore. If it ever did." + When he had first come to her, fifty years ago, he had +identified himself as a Questioner-- a poor translation of an +untranslatable concept that defined his species' name, as well as +the name their individuals used in dealing with mortals. Mairi +had thought it was rather impersonal to call an individual by his +species' name, so she had named him Ashke-- a trickster god from +one of the many mythologies her people had had. At the time, it +had seemed appropriate. Ashke was a harmless trickster whose +games were generally aimed at gaining or imparting knowledge, and +so Ashke of the Questioners had first appeared. By the time she +understood how malicious, how thoughtless and arrogant, he could +be, he had grown used to the name. "You should have been Diir," +she said now, using a word for a force of implacable chaos. + "Such trivialities," he said. "We're here discussing names, +when the future of your entire species is at stake." + Her eyes narrowed. "You aren't permitted to touch my +people." + "Did I say I would touch them? I don't intend to harm a +single cell on their miserable mortal bodies. But I'm not the +only danger in the universe, Mairi." + "No. You're not." She picked up the pruning laser and bent +over her bushes again. + "Listen to me!" He caught her hand. His touch burned-- +Mairi yanked her hand away. + "Don't touch me." + "As you wish. But listen to me." + "Why?" + "Because your pathetic species is about to be destroyed. +And by sparing me a few minutes out of your undoubtedly pressing +schedule, perhaps you can avoid it. I'm sure those plants will +live if you stop pruning them for half an hour." + She turned to face him. "If you want to talk to me, take a +form I can look at without hurting my eyes." + Ashke vanished in a brilliant splash of light, reforming in +the image of her father. His sardonic smile would never have +been seen on her father's face, though. "Is this better?" + "Not if you want me to listen to you." + With an ostentatious sigh, he transformed again, taking the +handsome male form he had worn when first she knew him. "Enough +games, Mairi," he said. "I have a purpose here. And if I get +bored, and leave before I've achieved my purpose, it won't be me +that suffers." + She faced him, arms folded. "I'm listening." + "Are you?" Now that he had her agreement, he seemed in no +hurry to get to the point. "I wonder. For someone who makes a +living at that, you do it so poorly. Or is it merely me that you +cannot listen to?" + "It's hard to listen when nobody's talking." + "Oh, is that what happened?" He stared at her a moment, the +intensity of his gaze frightening. Mairi merely gazed back +evenly, until he looked away. "Well. It's of no consequence +now, I suppose." He began to pace. "This is the warning, and I +grant it only once, so listen closely. Within a century, a +disaster will occur. Your civilization will topple and your race +will be destroyed." + Mairi frowned. "That's helpful," she said, meaning that it +wasn't. "What kind of disaster?" + He spun suddenly to face her, a huge malicious grin +splitting his face. "Sorry! The Questioners' treaty with your +people forbids me to interfere. I can't tell you anything else," +he caroled. + Mairi's face tightened. "Then why did you tell me what you +did?" + "Because it's no more than you could determine for yourself, +if you chose to look," Ashke said coldly. His eyes narrowed. +"You think this is a game, don't you? That I'm making this up to +torment you? Check it for yourself." + "Is this another elaborate attempt to get me to use my +powers?" She stepped closer to him, staring into his face. +"You're still fascinated with my people and our abilities, aren't +you?" + Ashke shrugged elaborately. "In the sense that a hideous +accident is fascinating, perhaps," he said. "And no, this is not +an elaborate attempt to see you use your powers. I saw them +quite well enough last time." + "Yes. You did." She put as much quiet menace into the +words as possible. + His eyes narrowed again at the implied threat, but he didn't +speak of it. "Check it or don't, Mairi. I really don't care. +Should you choose to examine for yourself, I will wait right +here." In a flash of light, he was sitting in a previously +nonexistent rocking chair, over by a table full of books. + "Why wait? If you can't tell me anything more, and you +don't care if I believe you or not..." + "Oh, but I do care." He smiled oh-so-slightly. "I want to +see the expression on your face when you realize I'm right. And +I haven't yet made my offer." + Whatever his offer, she didn't want to hear it. Gifts from +Ashke were always suspect. But it was unlike him to lie in an +obvious fashion, and she could in fact check it. She supposed, +on the chance that he was telling the truth, that she had to. + + Some of the Adepts of her people used tools for this, foci. +Crystal balls. Glowing candles. Drugs to aid in meditative +trancing. + Mairi used none of those things. She was one of the most +powerful Adepts of her time, and all she needed was a quiet mind +and few distractions to be able to see inside. In an adjoining +room, she sat at a plain wooden table, studying the grain, trying +to shut out the intrusive sense of Ashke's presence in the +Library garden. The grain formed loops and lines, like the lines +under the fabric of reality, like the lines of each life +stretching forward and backward and sideways through time. She +stared at the lines until they took on a life of their own, until +she knew she was looking at the lines of those closest to her and +not the wood grain at all. + Backward, backward, toward the roots where all her people's +lines emanated from. She saw her race as a branching tree, lines +growing in profusion from the thick trunklike source that was the +combined line of all her race. That line she scanned forward, +into what those who were not Adepts would call the future. Thick +branches, green leaves, the implacable force of growth-- and then +a break, a charred stop, as if lightning had hit the tree of +life. She stared in horror, scanning the line forward. The +trunk of her race tapered to a slender thread, the lines +emanating from it pruned down to a mere few thousand out of +billions. + In theory she could have scanned sideways-- time, like +space, was multi-dimensional, and the lines she saw were not the +only ones possible. In theory she could have checked to see if +there were any temporal dimensions where the lines of her people +continued on, and perhaps she could even have spun the tree, +wrenched things over so that it was *her* people, her existence, +that would continue. But the latter was an abuse of power +anathema to her, and the former required a quiet mind... so the +horror of seeing the end of her people took the sight away. She +could not regain the equilibrium she needed to see again. + For several seconds she sat, staring at the woodgrain in +horror. Ashke had not lied. Her people were going to die, +billions of them cut down by the lightning bolt of sudden +genocide. She took several deep breaths, trying to center +herself again, and failing. She had thought she'd seen horrors, +in close to eight hundred years of life. She had seen nothing at +all. + Mairi stood up and went back into the Library garden. Ashke +turned to look at her. A satisfied smirk spread across his face, +and she wanted to hit him, to physically wipe the smirk away. +She wondered what he'd do if she spun his line now, if she locked +him out of the universe as she'd once threatened. + "What is going to happen?" she demanded. + He shrugged. "Can't tell you. That would be interference. +By the rules of *your* treaty." + Her eyes went very small, very focused. "Is that all you +came here for? To give me a useless warning?" + "Perhaps," he said casually. "Why, do you think you deserve +more than that?" + "You still think you have reason to hate me." + "Think? I wouldn't call it 'think', my dear. I'd put it in +the category of immutable physical law." + "All I did was hold up a mirror. It wasn't my fault you +didn't like what you saw." + "I don't think so." Ashke stood up, the rocking chair +vanishing behind him. "What color is a chameleon on a mirror, +Mairi?" He walked over to her. "I merely matched your +expectations." + "I didn't expect you to do what you did." + "Nor did I expect what *you* did." + "I know. You didn't think anyone could threaten you." + He stared at her. Softly he said, "I admit, I didn't +realize you could threaten me, but the fact that you could was +not what surprised me. It was the fact that you did." + "What else did you expect me to do, after what you did? I +had to protect my people." + "Yes, yes, your people, your people, your marvelous people. +I'm truly sorry you were too stupid to understand what I was +trying to say, and that you were too primitive to do other than +resort to treachery to deal with it--" + "Treachery?" She frowned at him. "What are you talking +about?" + "If you don't know, then there's no point in my telling +you." + Mairi shook her head. Treachery was not the term she would +have used. Treachery implied that he had trusted her, that he +had considered her a friend. That was not the way she remembered +things. If he *had* considered her a friend, he had a downright +psychotic way of showing it. But then, considering what she knew +him to have done to friends, perhaps that wasn't so unbelievable +after all. "We're talking at cross purposes, Ashke. What are +you still here for?" + "Why, I've come to offer you aid. To show you that I can +let bygones be bygones." His tone hardened. "Or at least, to +prevent your people from suffering the consequences of your +actions." + "My actions will bring the disaster?" + "Your actions prevent me-- or anyone else-- from moving to +help you." He moved away from her and began to pace again. "As +lower species go, yours is an intriguing one. Arrogant, self- +centered, immature and know-it-all--" + "Are you sure you're not speaking of your own kind?" + He ignored the interruption. "--but interesting, for all +that. I'd *rather* not see it destroyed. But I can only take +action if specifically invited to by one of your species-- one +who understands the consequences, and is willing to pay the +required price. You, in fact." + "So you want something from me. What's the price?" + Abruptly he was standing in front of her, leaning down into +her face. "*You* are the price, my dear Mairi." + "Me. In what sense, me?" She looked up at him, firmly +standing her ground. + "Grant me permission to save your people and release +yourself from the terms of the treaty. Give yourself over to me, +and I'll save them." + His body language could almost have spoken of sexual desire, +but she was fairly sure that wasn't what he wanted her for. +"Give myself over to you for what?" + "For whatever I want to do to you," he said coldly. "You +betrayed me, Mairi. My price... is that you pay me back for +that." + Now Mairi stepped backward, twisting her head from him in +disgust. She knew what Ashke's idea of vengeance entailed. She +had helped one of his own kind, one who had been his best friend, +recover from suicidal despair because Ashke had "paid her back" +for the crime of loving a mortal man more than she'd loved him. +"You are a twisted, spoiled brat," she said. "You imagine that +trivial injuries are terrible ones and demand a far +disproportionate vengeance, like a child who wants his mommy dead +because she won't give him a toy. You think for a minute I'll +hand myself over to you?" + He looked taken aback. "On what basis do you say that?" + "On the basis of Azi Martikale." She saw his face change. +"I met her, Ashke. The one you mentioned had betrayed you. I +found out what her so-called 'crime' was, and what you did to her +in revenge. You didn't tell me that part of the story, did you?" + "I told you almost none of the story, and it was a mistake +to tell you as much as I did. I was advised that you could +help... obviously a cruel practical joke on my advisor's part." + "*I* could help *you?* You already had your revenge. You +destroyed an innocent person's life because your best friend had +the temerity to decide she wanted a part to her life that didn't +include you." + His face was white, with rage, she thought. "Is that what +Azi told you? Is that what you believe?" + "She was in too shattered a condition to lie. Who am I +supposed to believe, you?" + "Obviously you've made up your narrow little mind without +knowing all the facts. Which is typical of you, and I should +hardly expect any differently." + "So what's the other part of the story, then? What's your +personal justification for what you did?" + Ashke turned away from her. "None of your business," he +said softly. "You believe whatever you like, Mairi. The point +is. Whether or not I am a 'twisted, spoiled brat', I have the +power to save your people. You don't. So, shall you nobly +sacrifice yourself to me to rescue them? Or shall you refuse me, +because the idea that I should desire revenge on you offends you +morally-- or simply because you don't want to get hurt-- and doom +them all?" + "If we have to rely on you for help, we're already doomed," +Mairi said quietly. + She knew what he wanted. She knew Ashke too well. In his +script, she would accept-- because she'd have to; he knew +perfectly well that if it came down to a choice between her own +life or her entire race's, she would sacrifice herself. And he +would keep her alive, in some kind of subtle torment, while he +rescued her people. And then he would show her what he had done. +And she would see that in the process of saving their lives, he +had destroyed all that was good and valuable about them, and she +would know that the blame was hers for giving him permission. + And then he would release her, to spend the rest of her long +life blaming herself. + "No, Ashke. I see through you. If we're fated to die, then +whatever you do to save us will end up destroying us somehow. +And if there's some way we can survive, accepting help from you +instead of working through it ourselves will damage us." She +shook her head. "It's wrong to go around manipulating the cosmos +the way you do. It's wrong for you to impose your will on +reality like you do. And if we participate in that wrongness, we +become no better than you-- and that opens the door for us to +abuse the power *we* have. Better we all die than that." + "I see." He studied her, expressionless. "Then so be it. +I leave you to your fate." + In a blinding flash of light, he vanished. + For several seconds, Mairi stared into the space where he +had been. Finally she turned and left the garden, left the +Library entirely, and headed for the sprawling, interconnected +complex of houses which was her family's home. + + Mairi's people liked to live with their families, given a +chance. They were also immensely long-lived. The complex +included over ten main houses, with additions and wings and +refurbished attics piled on as homes for returning adult +children, interconnected underground by a maze of tunnels and +additional living quarters. For this marriage, Mairi had asked +that her husband come to live at her family home-- she had lived +in the two previous husbands', but she felt she'd done enough +traveling for now. + Her current husband, a biologist, was working. She peered +in on him as he used various instruments to study a tissue +sample, occasionally turning to dangle a toy in front of their +infant daughter's face. The baby, happy in her basket by her +father, laughed delightedly. + Both of them would probably die, Mairi thought, and the pain +of it wrenched at her heart. *Little one, have I failed you? To +bring a child into the world is to make a pact with her that the +world will not end, that she will live to grow up. If I'm seeing +the lines right, you'll still be a baby when the end comes...* + But she hadn't failed yet. Mairi turned away before either +of them could see her and headed to the center of the house, +where her father lived. + Father was an ancient Listener/Adept, ancient and wise. All +her life Mairi had tried to be like him. In terms of Adeptitude +she had surpassed him centuries ago-- it was why she had been +chosen to watch Ashke when he'd first come to their world, that +she was one of the most powerful Adepts currently alive. But +power was nothing without wisdom. As old as she herself was, as +wise in the ways of guiding others, Mairi needed her father's +reassurance that she had done the right thing. + The old man looked up as she entered. His dark brown skin +had started to become leathery with great age, and his hair had +turned brittle and white, but his eyes were still bright and +sharp. "Antay," he greeted her with her childhood name. "It's +been a while since you've come down to see your old father." + "Too long, Tada." She kissed him on the cheek, then sat +down in a plush formchair in front of him. "I just had a visit +from Ashke." + "Didn't he do enough damage the last time?" + "Apparently he didn't think so. He came to give me a +warning, Tada. He said our people would be wiped out within a +century." She grew somber. "I checked, and it's true." + Her father drew inward, thinking. "So." + Quickly, leaving nothing out, Mairi explained to him the +full details of the encounter, of Ashke's offer and her refusal. +She did not ask her father to validate her decision. If he +thought it worth validating, he would tell her so. + "Well." Her father considered for several minutes. "You've +become a spokesperson for our people since the whole thing with +Ashke first began, Mairi. I thought it was good for you. About +time someone recognized your abilities. And I think you're good +at it. But you're not happy making decisions that affect the +lives of others, are you?" + She wasn't sure what this had to do with their predicament, +but she knew very well that Listeners rarely came straight to the +point. "Not really. But it wouldn't have mattered in this case- +- whether I was Decision-Maker or not, it still would've been me +Ashke came to." + Her father nodded. "That's true... it was written from the +basis of your last encounter." He gazed at her evenly. "Do you +ever think perhaps you handled that one badly?" + She considered. "Occasionally," she admitted. "Angering +Ashke probably wasn't the smartest thing I could have done-- but +what was I supposed to do, give in to him? You remember what he +demanded, what he was like..." + "I remember," her father said, nodding. "He was arrogant, +obnoxious, self-centered, demanding... all the signs of a spoiled +child. Or else the signs of a child in pain. He never did tell +you why he came, did he?" + "He dropped some hints, but when I tried to draw him out he +wouldn't come. I thought I'd wait for him to come to me... and +then things went sour long before that happened." She took a +deep breath. "You're right, I know. Ashke's a kid. I shouldn't +have let him get to me... but he's a kid with a lot of power, and +a lot of knowledge, and a lot of experience in hurting people. +Were we all supposed to obey the demands of a spoiled child just +because he has power?" + "Is threatening him the way to educate and guide a spoiled +child?" + "I just don't see what else I could have done. I tried, +Tada. I was reasonable with him for years, but he just got worse +and worse... And you didn't meet the one whose life he destroyed. +Ashke's capable of tremendous evil. I didn't know just what he +was capable of at the time. I know now. And if I hadn't +escalated it to the point where his hands were bound by the +treaty... who knows what might have happened?" + Her father nodded again. "If you believe that, then you can +feel confident that you did all you can do. I believe you +handled this situation well, given the lines behind it; if you +directed those lines in the only way possible, then no blame can +attach to you for anything." + "But did I direct them the only way possible?" + "You must answer that, Mairi. As you've answered it to me, +and to others, you must answer it to your own heart." + She nodded. She'd known that, but every so often even a +Listener needed to hear it again. + "As for the other... we're not defeated yet, Mairi. We can +tell the Council, and we'll research the possibility of a natural +disaster." + "Right. And I can go offworld and keep my ears open. If +there's a powerful conquering race coming this way, there'll be +refugees, advance travelers, and a lot of rumors." + "Yes." He smiled at her. "We'll find a way to survive, +Antay. Even if it means we leave our world behind, our people +will survive." + Three weeks later she was in space. + Most of her children had agreed to help, traveling offworld +in various directions to try to find evidence of a hostile power +moving their way. Only her baby Raina had been left behind, +staying in the care of her father. Mairi wondered if she would +ever see the child again, and if she did, would Raina still be a +child? Her people were long-lived; childhood lasted fifty years. +But she could easily be away fifty years. + + Over the next ten years Mairi traveled, tending bar in one +place, teaching language in another, working as a volunteer +counselor in a third-- low-paying, low-status professions where +she could keep her head down and hear all the rumors. She heard +about the expansion of the people from Earth, whom she knew she +was destined to meet again someday, and their growing Federation +of peace. She heard about the arrested development of the +Klingon Empire, as internal troubles and a godlike race kept them +from warring on the Federation. She heard about the +adventuresome people of Willic, moving out from their tiny world +into the grand galaxy, and about the growing economic power of +the Ferengi Alliance. She heard nothing at all about a new +conqueror race. + Until finally she sensed it, from a thousand light-years +away. She was working as a journalist at the time, and was in +the middle of an interview. Hastily she ended the interview and +booked passage on a charter ship, making her way back across the +stars she'd passed. It was close to a year of fits and starts +before she reached her home. + Nothing remained. + From orbit, she stared in horror at the viewscreen, that +showed her huge gouged-out tracts, craters where the cities of +her people had been. She scanned the planet for sentient life +and found none. There were huge carbon deposits, showing areas +where millions of bodies had been vaporized, and there were +skeletons exposed to the air, picked clean. There were birds +still, and plants, and trees. But no sentient life, none of her +people alive. + She dove inside herself to study the lines, and saw that +some had escaped. Some lived. Even some of her own children. +But the line of her smallest child was too small to see, and her +last husband was dead, along with her father, along with her +family, her species... On a plain of her world, deeply buried, +someone had left a message crystal. Mairi went there. + The message crystal had recorded the last moments of its +owner. Standing on the gouged-out ground, holding it in her +hand, Mairi saw black-clad cyborgs, soulless and empty, pour +across the land, killing and consuming all that stood in their +path. Entire cities were gouged out and carried to their giant +cubical ships, sinister, unnatural black moons in low enough +orbits to be seen in the sky. Thousands of people were +transformed, their souls cored out and replaced with hard +machinery, but their memories intact and used against those they +loved. The maker of the crystal had been an Adept. When the +soulless ones, the Borg, came for him, he had suicided rather +than allowing the possibility that the Borg could use an Adept's +powers once they'd taken his soul. + Despair, horror, shock overwhelmed Mairi as the message +ended with its maker's death. She sat down heavily on the empty +ground and began to weep hopelessly for her lost people. + Then she sensed him. And she stood, and wiped the tears +away, and brought her hands up in a gesture of power. "Show +yourself!" she snarled. + Ashke appeared, no different than she'd seen him ten years +ago, in a brilliant flash of light. "Happy now?" he whispered. + "Bring them back," she said. She knew it was wrong, knew +what she was asking was an obscenity, against all the laws of her +people, and she didn't care. What had consumed them was also an +obscenity. "Bring them back, Ashke. I accept your offer." + "It's a little late for that." + She shook her head wildly. "Time means nothing to you. I +know that. You can stop it from happening now as easily as you +could have before. Bring them back!" + "Oh, Mairi." He chuckled. "What would your people say if +they could hear you now? How the mighty have fallen." + "You want me to beg?" She fell to her knees in the dirt, +looking up at him with burning eyes. "You want me to grovel? To +crawl? I'll do anything. This shouldn't have happened, it +couldn't have happened, it's too horrible, I'll do anything, +Ashke, anything. *Please!* Please, if there's any decency in +you..." + "But I made the offer. And you refused me." He smiled +coldly. "My own people's laws forbid me to interfere now." + "You *have* to!" + "I don't *have* to do anything." H knelt down in front of +her and took her chin in his hands, cruelly gentle. "You killed +them, Mairi," he said softly. "You had the opportunity to save +them all, and you refused it out of pride. You'll never know, +now, what I would have demanded of you. Perhaps it wouldn't have +been so bad. Perhaps I wouldn't have hurt you badly at all, +certainly no worse than what this has done to you. But you'll +never know." He stood. "Did you know, I saw your daughter in +the garden, as the Borg raped the Library. Her father was +already dead, gutshot by a disruptor blast. She was so small, so +fragile and terrified. And such power in one untrained-- you +know, she saw me? I wasn't even manifested, but she sensed me +there. She pleaded with me to save her, but..." he shrugged. "I +had to tell her that her mother had forced me to agree not to +interfere with her people. If there had been an adult there, +someone capable of giving informed consent to release me from the +treaty, well... but there wasn't. She was too young to give +consent. Nothing I could do." He shrugged sadly. "And then the +Borg broke in..." + "*Stop it!*" she screamed at him, her mind filling with +horror at his tale. Raina wouldn't have understood why the +treaty was made or what it was intended to bind. She would have +known only fear and need and a man telling her that he couldn't +save her because her mother had forbidden it, her mother who had +abandoned her to die... She grabbed him around the waist, +tugging at his clothing. "What do you want? You want to torture +me? To kill me? I give you permission, anything you want, if +you'll save them..." + And he smiled, and flowed out of her embrace as if he were a +mirage. "No, my dear. I think I have what I want." + And he was gone. + For seconds Mairi stared after him, the brilliant flash of +his departure imprinted on her retinas, turning the gray world +red. And then she folded over onto the ground and wept +hysterically, as tides of darkness crashed over her mind and she +longed to die. + + After some time she was spent, the tears gone, the darkness +receded. The world was gray and cold now, no warmth or color +inside it. She was wise enough to know that that would change +someday if she lived, that the color would return and she would +find joy in life again. But for now, she needed a cold reason to +survive. + She understood now what Ashke's goal had always been. He +had known she would refuse his offer-- he had not given her +enough information to do otherwise. If she'd known what would +happen... If she had known her people were facing, not merely +death, but consumption by a soulless overmind... perhaps she +would have made a different choice. Or perhaps she would not +have, but she would have known what the choices were. Ashke had +made the offer because she would refuse it, and because her +refusal would torment her once the disaster occurred. It had +been an exquisitely planned revenge. It deserved an exquisitely +planned response. + With incredible focus, she sought out Ashke's line. It was +impossible to miss, once she sought for it, a thick steely line, +impervious to the sideways splitting of mortal lines, impervious +to the possibility of death. It extended backwards farther than +she could see, into the dim reaches of prehistory. When she +scanned it forward, however, she found a tiny hairline weakness, +within the possible range of her lifespan. + Slowly, carefully now, she worked on that weakness, rotating +his line through the realms of possibility. He would notice, if +she tried to lock him out of the universe again. He would notice +if she did anything overt, anything sudden. But while he *could* +see the future, his powers were only active, only direct-- he +could see nothing if he did not actively look for it. And he had +no reason to believe his future would hold anything the past did +not. + His line thinned at the weak point and shattered, splitting +off into the thousand possibilities of mortality, and she smiled. +There were places where it recovered, where he survived what she +had just done. There were places where it did not. All she had +done was alter the probabilities of an event in his future, so +what had been unlikely now became almost certain. + Almost as an afterthought, she moved her line to intersect +his there. They would meet again, during the period of Ashke's +greatest vulnerability, and she would see then what fate moved +her to do. Perhaps she would have an opportunity to pay him +back. Or perhaps by that time she would feel no desire for +revenge, and regret what she had done to him. This was, after +all, not the act of a wise and responsible creature. Someday +maybe she would regret. + Right now she didn't care. + Her name would have to change, she thought. She would not +again make a decision for another than herself. The name she'd +used in young womanhood struck her, the name that simply meant +"listener", and she nodded. As she had been once, so she would +be again. + She stood up and touched the automatic transporter device on +her waist. A moment later there was a shimmer in the air of her +world, and then the last sentient life was gone from the world +forever. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darkdawn b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darkdawn new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1bf2f8d9 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darkdawn @@ -0,0 +1,5274 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!usc!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!lll-winken.llnl.gov!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +From: bjhenry@delphi.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: REPOST: DARK DAWN (TNG/BSG crossover - the original) Intro. +Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:10:00 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +Lines: 76 +Message-ID: <5g7xAMg.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + _DARK_DAWN_ + +NOTICE: THIS STORY MAY BE DISTRIBUTED FREE OF CHARGE BUT MUST NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. THE NOTICE FOLLOWING THE +SYNOPSIS AND DEDICATION MUST ACCOMPANY THIS STORY, IF DISTRIBUTED. + +AUTHOR: B.J. Henry + +_Synopsis_ + +While investigating the source of unknown signals emanating near an +isolated planetoid in Federation space, officers from the U.S.S. +Enterprise and the Battlestar Galactica meet for the first time on +the planetoid and are subsequently captured and held hostage aboard +a Cylon Baseship. + +Now the Commanders of both flagships must work together to free the +hostages and return in time to save the unguarded Colonial Fleet +from a destructive attack by the Cylons, a mechanical race of +beings whose ultimate goal is to eradicate all Humans in the +universe, including those on the planet Earth. + +_Dedication_ + +This is my first story. It was kind of intense to do, but I still +enjoyed it every step of the way. When one writes a "crossover" +story such as this, there is a tendency to soften or blend the +character's personalities and thus you lose the individualism of +each. However when you force characters from two "different +universes" together, I feel that there must be "believable" +interaction between them or it just won't work. + +Why "Star Trek: The Next Generation" and "Battlestar Galactica?" +Well, I've been an avid fan of both shows! After watching all the +episodes of each show, multiple times, I began to see some +similarities and contrasts between the characters. I also saw +personality traits that I thought would be interesting to explore +and I envisioned dialog that could be exchanged, all to bring out +some unique but familiar perspectives to these fictional people. + +Near the end of my writing of _Dark_Dawn_, I expected that a sequel +would be in order, and so one is being planned. When will it come +out? Who knows! I think I burnt myself out with this first effort +so it may be a little while yet, but don't worry... it'll come! + +Before I close, I want to dedicate this story to one of my good +friends, an avid Trekker, who during my composing of this story, +joined "The Great Bird in the Sky" in December of 1993. And so I +dedicate this to Karles V. Jones, (1958 - 1993) keep on "trekkin'" +in the great beyond. + +B.J. Henry, 1/9/94 +A/K/A Dax. +Technobabble Lover. +bjhenry@delphi.com +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +From: bjhenry@delphi.com +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: DARK DAWN - Prologue +Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:10:43 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +Lines: 72 +Message-ID: <5gzTQAr.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + DARK DAWN + + by B.J. Henry + + Prologue + + +Adama's Journal: + +"A number of sectons have passed since our last encounter with the +Cylon Baseship and the cryptic broadcasts that brought us into this +unknown quadrant of space. We continue our journey along a +modified heading that will lead the Fleet to the coordinates given +to us by those strange lights, advanced beings whom we have come to +refer to as 'The Mysterious Ones'. It is a heading we hope will +ultimately bring us to the home of the last surviving tribe of +Humans, the missing Thirteenth Colony located on a mythical planet +known to us only as 'Earth'. + +I fear we may lose our resolve during this latest voyage, as most +aboard the myriad of ships that make up this ragtag fleet have +grown weary and restless. Many are even beginning to demand that +we stop at the next habitable planet and call it home. As time +drags on, I find myself beginning to agree with the people. Which +reminds me... I need to request the convening of the Council of the +Twelve to update them on our present status. I know that scattered +among the refugees are many influential people who have direct +access to members of the Council, and I often find myself with the +unenviable task of justifying the decisions of the Military to the +civilians, in a timely fashion." + + --o-- + +Captain's Log. Stardate 47235.3 + +"We have received a peculiar message from the Federation Science +Council Station LL-5, in orbit around a terra-formed satellite, +located mid-way between the Proxima Centuri and the Sol systems. +They have detected and have been monitoring some very unusual +subspace communications signals emanating from just outside their +general vicinity. + +Due to an unexpected opportunity to perform long overdue +maintenance on their primary sensor arrays, the station is +currently functioning with only a single short range sensor. Thus, +they have been unable to pinpoint the exact nature or source of +these signals. Since the Enterprise is the closest ship to this +station, we have been asked by Star Fleet to investigate the +situation upon the completion of our present mission. Picard out." + + --o-- +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN (part 01/10) +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:11:57 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 413 +Message-ID: <5A7xgEt.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + Sunset + + I + + + Starbuck's eyes darted nervously back and forth, alternating +between the fan of round cards in his hand and the two other +players sitting at the table with him. + "Well...??" Boomer queried, with a slight edge to his normally +calm voice. + "Just a centon, I'm calculating." Starbuck's brow began to +twitch as he tried to concentrate on his cards, while computing the +unbelievable odds. + "Come on, Starbuck!" boomed Jolly, who always seemed to be in +a hurry to go somewhere. + "Hey guys, I got a whole secton's pay riding here... " +Starbuck exclaimed, trying to stay calm. He brought a fragrant +Gemonese cigarillo to his lips and began to chew on the tip. + "Starbuck... " Boomer was clearly irritated. + "Ok... Ok. I'm in. While you're at it, I'll take two." + "Finally!" Jolly huffed while he tossed two cards, face down +in front of Starbuck. + "You Ok Boomer?" Jolly asked congenially to his friend, who +was now unconsciously clenching his teeth. + "I'm all set," the Lieutenant replied, finally relaxing a +little. + "Ok... " Jolly continued. "Shall we up the stakes some more?" + "I'll bet fifty," Boomer announced, tossing a handful of +credits onto the growing pile. + "Fifty??!!" screamed Jolly. "Forget it! I'm outta here." +Jolly, now totally disgusted, threw his useless cards down in front +of him, out of turn. + "Starbuck?" + A pause. Starbuck ran his fingers through his thick mane of +maize-colored hair and noticed that it was slightly damp. 'Gods! +Gotta work on my demeanor,' he chided only to himself of course. +"Ok. I'll see your fifty and... raise you another secton's pay!" + "Oh come on Starbuck. The last time you bet two secton's pay, +you welshed on it claiming that 'you couldn't help it' when the +Commander and the Council decided to temporarily dock our wages, +while they investigated the source and amount of counterfeit +currency that had suddenly began circulating around the Fleet," +Jolly recited. + "Yeah... I'll never forget that one myself," added Boomer. + "Hey fellows, you know I'm good for the money. Besides, I +thought that that issue was settled a long time ago," Starbuck +smoothly but defensively remarked, with a twinkle in his clear blue +eyes and an exotic-smelling plume of smoke curling from his lips. + "Sure... and I'm a daggit's best friend," Jolly mumbled, with +sarcasm punctuating each word. "You forget, we can see through +your tall tales, even if you do know every trick in the book." + "Boomer old pal... I believe it's your call," Starbuck said, +ignoring Jolly's remarks and turning his head slightly towards +Boomer, flashing his trademark - a brilliant but insidious smile. + Boomer looked forlornly at his cards with his dark brown eyes, +and sighed heavily. "Forget it. I'm folding... I refuse to bet +any more of my hard earned pay on a lousy game of Pyramids!" He +too, threw his cards on the table with disgust. + "Lousy?? Getta load of this... " Starbuck spread his hand +out, face up, on the table surface in front of him. + All of a sudden, Boomer looked as if he was ready to propel +himself out of a launch tube. "YOU... YOU!!! I had a CAPSTONE in +my hand!" He then stood up and began stabbing a forefinger in the +air in the direction of the offender. "And YOU!... you... you've +got NOTHING! Nothing! NOTHING but a HANDful of trash!" he +alternately shouted and stammered. + "Easy, easy," Starbuck replied, seriously trying to sooth his +obviously furious friend. "Temper, temper 'ole buddy, 'ole pal. +No sense crying over spilled milk." Then he reverted back to his +mischievous side. The now gloating young Colonial Warrior motioned +to the large pile of currency in the center of the table, using the +Gemonese delight in his hand as a pointer before placing it in his +mouth. He next made an exaggerated, melodramatic gesture of +encircling his arms around the pile saying, "I believe... this is +all mine... " He then proceeded to sweep the profits of his +patience towards his end of the table. + "Gentlemen?" a handsome, young dark-haired man with thoughtful +green eyes said, after sauntering up to the table, grabbing a chair +and settling down next to Jolly. + "Apollo!" Starbuck beamed. + "Captain... " Jolly chimed in, but less enthusiastically. + Boomer took a large swallow of his ale and loudly banged his +mug on the table. + "Hmmm... So he took you again, huh Boomer?" said Apollo, +sympathetically. + "I don't want to talk about it," Boomer said evenly. + "Well gentlemen, actually... we won't have time to talk about +it since the Colonel wants us all to go on a little patrol duty," +informed Apollo. + "Whah...?" Jolly managed to say before being cut off by +Apollo. + "That's right. In fact, we gotta go right now. Seems Doctor +Wilker has picked up some more of those weird messages. The +Colonel wants us to check them out so we don't run into any more +Baseships. This time we want to make sure that we don't make the +same mistake twice." + "Figures... " Boomer mumbled, almost imperceptibly. + "Hey look at the bright side Boomer," teased Starbuck, "I'd +rather be out there flying among the stars, than be stuck in here +with you complaining for the next ten centaurs." + "That's just like you Starbuck. Rub it right in my face," +Boomer retorted. + "Let's go," Apollo finally added, trying to minimize the +tension in the room and set a more serious tone for the long +mission ahead of them. + Starbuck stood up and slapped his down-on-the-luck buddy on +the back as the four Warriors quickly exited the Officer's Lounge +and headed towards the Launch Bay. + + ----- + + "Status Colonel?" inquired the well-seasoned, silver-haired, +Commander of the Galactica. + Colonel Tigh, a slightly graying serious man, with smooth +coffee-colored skin, stiffened and sighed as he again checked the +myriad of readouts flashing before him. "Unchanged, except for the +fact that the additional data that we have collected has allowed us +to calculate a better fix on the source of the unknown +transmissions." + "Very good. Inform the long range patrol of the new +coordinates and instruct them to report in every centaur. We want +to make sure that we stay with them at all times so that we can +make course adjustments quickly, should anything go wrong." + "Aye sir." Tigh began to feel the stirrings of a headache. +Soon, it would reach epic proportions. He placed a forefinger and +thumb between his eyes and gently massaged his sinus cavity. He +then briefly considered requesting a furlon for a few days, but +just as quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He +straightened up and immediately contacted the flight crew in Launch +Bay Alpha. + Launch Bay Control signaled that the ships were ready and the +four Vipers catapulted out of their sterile, metal launch tubes and +into the velvety blackness of space. + + --o-- + + "Ante up!" + It began as a simple, harmless distraction from the stress and +boredom of space travel. Through regularity, it developed into a +routine. A routine that quickly grew to become a very popular, +well-known, and well-respected tradition. Inevitably, during a +lull in ship-wide activity, such as was the case presently, the +surface of the round, green velvet table, normally bare and +uninteresting, would burst forth with the various geometric objects +of 'the challenge'. White or red or blue disks would +intermittently be launched towards the table's center. Colorful, +precisely cut pieces of waxed, rectangular cardboard would often be +found resting in small piles along the table's perimeter. + An android, two Humans, and a Klingon sat around this night's +particular display, in anticipation of revealing the evening's +easiest 'mark'. Another, a young raven-haired half-Human, half- +Betazoid woman, sat quietly in the same room, just outside the +circle of players. She calmly contemplated the various emotions +that floated around her and through her. + "Worf?" queried Riker. + A soft, low rumble. "Hmmmm... I will take three cards," Worf +finally replied. + "I'll take three as well," Beverly Crusher chimed in. + "Very well," Riker answered. "Data?" + "I will take one card," replied the golden-eyed and gold- +skinned android, who was wearing a vintage twentieth century +dealer's cap on his head. + "Dealer takes two," Will Riker said, as he discarded two +useless cards into the pile and placed two fresh cards down in +front of himself. As he began to arrange the new cards into his +hand, he quickly smiled and then just as quickly stifled it. +"Worf?" + "I'll bet ten," the Klingon Security Chief grumbled as he +tossed two chips into the pile. + "I'm in," the Doctor replied, unconsciously running two +fingers through her bright red hair before tossing two chips into +the center of the table, causing the pile to suddenly rearrange +itself to accommodate the additional load. + Then Data challenged, "I'll match your ten and add ten more." +He reached for his neatly stacked chips, selected four, and +carefully dropped them on the now over-flowing pile. + A large, left hand reached up and cupped it's owner's chin, +slowly and methodically caressing the soft, reddish-brown whiskers. +"Hmmmmm. Ok... I'll see your twenty and... will add fifty more," +Riker said calmly, answering 'the challenge' with a handful of +chips thrown into the midst of the pile in the center. He then +turned his head slightly to face the android, giving him his most +devious version of a smile. + Data squinted, head thrust forward slightly, as he carefully +looked into Will Riker's twinkling blue eyes. He moved his head a +little closer, trying to garner any additional visual image data +that could assist him in deciding whether his superior officer was +bluffing. He finally observed very formally, "I believe you are +bluffing, sir." + Riker raised an eyebrow, a smile slowly creeping higher along +his cheekbones. "Are you sure Mister Data?" + "Sir, as you know, I have made it a point to study and record +as many Human facial expressions as I can, in order to attempt to +better predict the emotional state of the individual." + "Data... I know you must be aware of the so-called 'poker +face," Beverly commented. + "Of course, Doctor. However, I have found from experience +that the infamous poker face, as it were, is not as neutral or non- +revealing as one may believe. In fact, I have found in my research +that in nearly one in every... " + "Worf!! Your bet," Riker suddenly interrupted, saving the +room's inhabitants from a complex dissertation into the variations +of Human facial appearances as a result of exposure to multiple +internal or external stimuli. Complete with the relevant +statistical data. + "The bets are TOO high. I fold." And with that, Worf +gathered together his cards and neatly laid them down in a pile. +He then folded his hands on the table in front of him, closing his +mouth tightly and grinding his teeth back and forth, in order to +stifle a groan. + "Don't look at me!" Beverly Crusher added. "I'll save my +chips for another hand." She quickly tossed her cards on the +table. + "Data?" The eyebrow raised again as Riker's face took on a +new look, one of pure bemusement. + Data frowned. This expression had been learned and utilized +by him very early on, as he found that Humans often used a frown to +indicate a sense of frustration, confusion, or intense +concentration. He tilted his head downwards slightly, to better +imitate the look of concentrating on the cards in his hand. His +downcast eyes quickly shifted to his left, in an attempt to capture +any last minute change of expression in Will Riker's face. +Suddenly he replied, "I will match your fifty and raise you twenty +more. And... " he added, "I call." Six chips landed +unceremoniously on the pile. + "Hmph... Ok." A pause. Then with each word drawn out, +"Here... you... go!" Riker said, answering the 'call' and 'the +challenge', as he carefully lay seven red cards, face up, in front +of him on the table. With a nasty smirk he said, "Looks like it's +my lucky day." + Interrupting, Data replied, "I am afraid not, Commander," and +he placed his hand on Riker's, halting a motion towards the center +of the table that served as the temporary home to the promised +payoff. + Again, Riker raised his eyebrow, a slightly perceptible +tenseness beginning to etch into his forehead. + With a smirk, equal to that of Riker's just moments earlier, +Data carefully laid seven spades on the table and replied, "A Royal +Flush beats a Straight, if I am not mistaken." His glowing yellow +eyes slowly shifted their position and focus to intercept the now +vacant eyes of the First Officer. + Riker slowly retracted his hand away from the bets and weakly +responded, "So it does. I guess it's not my lucky day after +all..." + "So it seems," Data quickly retorted, with just a slight hint +of sarcasm creeping into his voice. He reached out across the +table to his well-earned winnings and pulled them over to a small, +clear area in front of him. + Beverly Crusher teased, "Well Will, looks like Data's research +on Human facial expressions has improved quite a bit lately, don't +you think?" + Worf, previously sitting quietly, suddenly harumphed, with his +black eyes on fire. "Enough!" He grabbed the deck of cards and +began to furiously shuffle them. "It is my turn to deal and we +shall see if the Commander can read MY face." + Another 'challenge', but the seriousness of Lt. Worf's +comments were beyond Data's comprehension as he again began to +expound on his thoughts and observations regarding the situation, +to anyone and everyone around him. + "It is true Lieutenant, that I have not had much time to study +Klingon emotional states as they relate to their ultimate +translation into facial expressions, however... " + "Data... " Crusher said, interrupting him as usual, in mid- +sentence. + "Sorry," Data quickly responded. Of late, he had found +himself lapsing back into an old habit of expressing his new found +knowledge during the most inopportune moments and in an +irritatingly verbose manner. He noted that this behavior pattern +had begun to re-emerge not long after his recent experiences with +some newly found, internal dream programs and his short but +devastating encounter with his first 'real' emotion. + Riker glanced over to the still silent observer in the room +and queried, "Deanna, 'sure you don't want to play?" + "Yes Deanna, come on over and join in," Beverly prodded. "I +hate to see you sitting there looking so gloomy." + Softly Deanna responded, "I'm fine. I just want to watch, +that's all. Besides, how best to really learn the ins and outs of +this game then from observing?" + "Suit yourself. Worf?" Riker interjected. + "Cut!" Worf always seemed to take 'the challenge' or any +other challenge, too seriously. Tonight was no different. + Riker deftly cut the cards and Worf swiftly dealt each player +their hands. The four players then threw a few chips each, into +the center of the table. + "I'll take three," Beverly said as she tossed three of her +cards onto the table and smiled as Worf placed three new cards onto +the table in front of her. + "Give me two," Data replied, discarding two cards and +receiving two. + "Hmmm... " A calculated pause as Riker contemplated, +intensely studying his hand. I'll take... " + "Picard to Riker." + Riker looked up suddenly and tapped his com badge. "Riker +here." + "I apologize for the interruption Number One, but could you +come to my Ready Room please? There are some urgent matters that +we need to discuss," the Enterprise Captain stated, without a hint +of emotion. + Riker sighed. "Aye sir. On my way. Riker out." He tapped +his com badge a second time, terminating the connection. "Well +folks, looks like I'll have to do this another time." Glancing +over to the Ship's Counselor again he offered, "Deanna, how 'bout +taking over in my place?" + Troi teasingly retorted, "What for? You appear to be losing!" + "Gee thanks," Riker responded with a resigned look, placing +his cards face down on the table. He then maneuvered around Worf's +chair, glided across the small room and disappeared down a hallway +outside the swiftly closing door. He quickly headed for the +nearest turbolift that would take him to the main Bridge. "So much +for the 'R and R'," he commented to himself. + + ----- + + "Come." Jean-Luc Picard sat slightly hunched over, one hand +cupping the side of his face, the other grasping a liquid filled +glass mug, as he intently studied the data padd in front of him. +His First Officer entered the room. + "Sir?" Riker queried, bracing himself for word of some +assignment that was guaranteed to destroy any chance he had for +taking a few days off for a vacation. + "Ah Will, have a seat. Take a look at this. You may find it +very interesting." Picard leaned forward, extending his arm +towards Riker to hand him the padd. + Riker stepped over to the nearest chair, pulled it out from +under the table and carefully eased into it, taking the small unit. +He glanced at the display, intermittently pressing the small area +on the smooth, black control surface, that activated a scrolling +mechanism for the data. "Hmmm," he murmured. + As he read further, his face began to alternately take on a +look of part confusion and part amusement. In an attempt to be +respectful to his senior officer he glanced up and carefully asked, +"Pardon me sir, but what is it that I am looking at that you find +so interesting?" He handed the padd back to Picard. + Picard smiled, took the pro-offered padd, and sat back in his +chair. "This is the transcript that we just received from Station +LL-5. Granted, on the surface it appears to be routine ship to +ship communications. However, LL-5 also sent us a copy of the +audio recording, the actual voices behind the words." + "I see... Again I ask, what is it about that," Riker +repeated, gesturing towards the padd, "that's different from what +we've seen or heard before?" + "It's a mystery, Number One," Picard replied, with a twinkle +in his eye. Then, with a more serious tone he added, "Perhaps I'm +being unfair. Let me give you some more information that may help +clear up your confusion. Not only were no life-forms detected +aboard those ships, but the audio recording, although poor in +quality, was carefully analyzed and the conclusion was that the +voices were mechanical. Or, for lack of a better word, +synthesized." + "Mechanical? Synthesized?" A long pause and then a +revelation. "The Borg...?" Riker suddenly bolted upright in his +chair. The Borg. That's all he needed right now. A once deadly +and now totally confused group of beings who were part-Humanoid and +part-machine. In spite of a wave of individualism that appeared to +be spreading like wild fire throughout the known Borg Collective, +the memories of their past atrocities did not sit well with the +Commander. + "Not likely, Number One. Judging from information obtained +from our encounters with and study of several members of the Borg, +the data that we have gathered suggests that they have shown a +distinct preference for the use of a more biological means of +vocalization, rather than the use of some artificial construct." + "Maybe the ships themselves are some sort of artificially +intelligent life form, or were programmed by others to be such, +like that organism we encountered a number of years ago, we called +'Tin Man'?" Riker surmised. + "Perhaps. Perhaps not. However, if you recall, 'Tin Man' +could only function properly with the help of an organic, +telepathic species, in a symbiotic-type relationship." + "Well, looks like we're running out of choices, Captain." + "In a situation such as this, there are always other choices +and other possibilities, Number One. We need more information, +more 'clues', if you will, before we can come to any conclusion. +I want you to take charge of this investigation, Will, as a +personal favor. As soon as Astrophysics completes it's survey of +this sector, I want you to set a course for Station LL-5 and have +Data and Geordi enhance our scanning capability to boost our +reception of the unusual frequencies that were carrying these +transmissions." + "Aye sir," Riker responded, while standing and easing around +the chair. "Oh, by the way sir, Geordi requested that we take some +key systems off-line so that he can perform a Level IV diagnostic. +He figured that since things were relatively quiet, now would be a +good time." + "Sounds like a prudent move, Number One. You should still +proceed with the mission. So far, it doesn't yet appear that those +unidentified ships have any hostile intentions." + Riker nodded, turned, and left the room. Picard pulled his +chair closer to the table. He again tilted his head forward and +balanced it on one hand. He brought the steaming mug to his lips, +took a sip of the fragrant clear brown liquid, and resumed his +study of the padd. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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The soft glow of the recessed +lighting splashed on the room's walls, barely illuminating the +floor of the Command Center. Baltar relished the darkness, +silence, and solitude of this room with it's giant throne. He +often retreated to this place when he needed the time to quietly +reflect on his status among the race of mechanical men whom he +presently controlled. He was exceedingly aware that these very +robot soldiers were programmed to ultimately destroy all of his own +kind. + The latest Imperious Leader on the Cylon home world had grown +impatient with him as he futilely attempted to explain about the +ways of Humans like himself and how only he, alone, could lead the +Cylon Empire to that one group they disdained enough to eliminate +from the known universe. + Baltar knew his days were numbered. But he was torn between +his lust for the intoxicating power afforded him by being given the +command of a Cylon Baseship, with it's powerful lasers and +complement of 300 fighters; and his urge to flee while he still +could, to save his own life. He had been forced to escape a second +time from Adama's prison cells. Prison! What thanks! Even after +he had freely given his assistance in the Galactica's successful +infiltration and destruction of a Baseship similar to the one he +now controlled. Never again would he put his trust in that man, no +matter what the cost. + As he sat there puzzling over his fate, the crystalline glass +doors to the room slid open and a lone figure quietly entered. The +figure moved towards the bright circle that formed on the floor in +front of the grand throne, the result of a solitary spotlight +shining downwards from the high ceiling. The figure, an IL Series, +now suddenly revealed in the illuminated circle, had a dark bronze, +oblong head, displaying dual red scanning eyes and numerous +microprocessor activity lights that continuously blinked in a +randomized fashion. As was custom when addressing a superior, the +visitor bowed low while announcing his presence with an impossible +silky-smooth voice. "By your command." + Baltar, now jolted from his reverie, quickly pushed the small +lighted button under his hand that activated the throne's servo- +mechanism. The great chair then began to revolve around it's base +to allow Baltar to face his uninvited guest. "What is it Lucifer?" +he said with a not so slight hint of irritation in his voice. + "I am sorry to disturb your meditations Baltar," Lucifer +replied, stifling the sarcasm in his voice, "but what I have to say +may be of great interest to you." + "The only thing that would be of great interest to me, my dear +friend, is your telling me that we have finally located the +Galactica and are preparing to intercept them." + Lucifer allowed for a brief but effective pause before +speaking again. This was going to be more difficult than he +previously thought. "I am afraid not Baltar, however I wish to +report that one of our long range patrols has begun to detect some +unusual transmissions. These signals seem to indicate signs of +intelligent life. In fact, it appears that we may have stumbled +upon a number of uncharted settlements near that quadrant." + "Intel..li..gent life... " Baltar echoed, stretching out the +syllables in a way that matched his caustic mood. He quickly +swallowed the inflammatory response he originally intended and +instead said, "Send out a patrol to the source of those signals. +And Lucifer, the next time you come to me, you had better have more +information on your so-called 'intelligent life'." + "As you wish, Baltar. By your command," Lucifer said dryly. +He bowed again and deftly swirled in place, his long red and gold +cape sparkling as he moved, catching the faint rays of the room's +lighting and causing an eery aura around him. As he approached the +door, he commented aloud to himself in a barely audible voice, "I +will never understand these Humans." + As if in possession of a superior auditory sense, Baltar +suddenly called out to his assistant, "What was that Lucifer? I +didn't hear you clearly." + Lucifer suddenly halted in place and without turning to face +his accuser he recited, "Nothing, Baltar. Just some irrelevant +observations. Nothing to get upset about." + "I should hope not, Lucifer," Baltar said with a very +threatening tone in his voice. + Sweetly, Lucifer replied, "Of course." The Cylon quickly +exited the room, chiding himself for expressing his displeasure +aloud. He filed the details of this latest misstep into his long- +term memory and programmed a reminder to himself not to let this +happen again, especially when his Commander was within earshot. + As soon as the doors shut completely, Baltar sighed heavily. +"Finally," he said aloud to no one in particular. He touched the +button for the servo and the great chair swung around, with the +back again facing the door. + + ----- + + "Hey Starbuck, stay with us, will ya?!" yelled Jolly as he +watched a single, asterisk-shaped blip on his monitor move further +and further ahead of the group. + "Starbuck, look... " said Apollo, who also watched as the +single fighter broke out of formation. "It's dangerous out here +and we're gonna have to stay together, so get your tail back here, +NOW!". + "Come on, guys. How are we ever gonna find out what's really +out here unless we take some chances?" Starbuck finally replied. + "Spoken like a true hero," mumbled Boomer. + "Or a crazy fool," added Jolly. Then he shouted, "Starbuck, +I'm losing my fix on you. By all the Lords of Kobol, don't go any +further! When are you going to grow up and learn to quit foolin' +around so much?!" + "Starbuck!! As Commander of this Squadron, I order you to +slow up!!" yelled Apollo, in his most authoritarian voice. + "I'm moving up to get a fix on him. Jolly, watch my back and +look for my signal," Boomer suddenly interrupted. + "Boomer! Stay put!" cried Apollo, no longer suppressing his +anger. "This insubordination has got to stop!" + "'S'all right Apollo, I got Jolly on my scanner and I'm +picking up Starbuck right now. No wait... Jolly, 'you have him?" +Boomer asked, with panic creeping into his voice. + "No. I lost him a few microns ago. Wait... Stand by. I +think I... Yeah, there he is... Got 'em! No... No wait, +something's wrong. It's gone again. Too much... there's too much +interference." + "Starbuck, come in Starbuck. Starbuck, do you read. Come +IN!" demanded Apollo to his now scrambling monitor. The crackling, +audio response coming from his helmet produced a deep pain in his +gut. 'Why? Why? I've been through this before with him. Why +does he keep doing this to me?' he said to himself. Suddenly the +image of Zack, his now-deceased baby brother, flashed in his mind. +He frantically tried to push the painful images from his thoughts, +but they persisted. He didn't have time to dredge up those old +memories. Especially the one when he was forced to leave his +brother behind in a damaged Viper while both were returning to the +Galactica after a particularly harrowing patrol duty. Ultimately, +they needed to get back to the Colonies in time to warn the +Colonial Fleet's twelve Battlestars of a pending attack by a large, +incoming Cylon task force. Zack never made it back. 'Gods! It +seemed like that happened a thousand yahrens ago. I must get +control of the situation,' Apollo again remarked to himself. Aloud +he asked, "Boomer, anything?" + "Negative, sir. He just vanished off my scanner." + "Jolly?" queried Apollo. + "Nothing Skipper. The signal was there and then it suddenly +disappeared in screenful of snow," Jolly replied with frustration. + "What do we do? We can't just leave him out here," Boomer +remarked. + "Boomer, if you check your fuel gauges, you'll see that we +barely have enough to get back to the Galactica as it is. If we +return now, we could try boosting her long-range sensors to try and +locate him. If necessary, we could have the Galactica temporarily +leave the Fleet to look for him. Either way, we have to go back +now," Apollo said. + "But Apollo!" Boomer frantically injected. + "That's an order, Lieutenant!" + "Aye sir," Boomer finally responded, with resignation. + "Jolly?" + "I'm with you, Skipper." + "Ok, let's go," Apollo said firmly. + The trio of Vipers simultaneously executed a perfect split and +roll, propelling the now defeated pilots back towards home. + + ----- + + Apollo slowly tiptoed through the small, darkened cabin that +he shared with his young son, and earlier shared with his now +deceased wife, Serina. The images of Zack began to flood his +thoughts again, joined now by the memory of his last words to +Serina, as the spirit left her body and him, forever alone in the +universe. He shivered slightly and thought, was he really all +alone? Her son... their son was here, lying asleep a few metrons +away. His father Adama, and sister Athena, stood guard on the +Bridge only a few decks above. Small comfort. First Zack, then +his mother, then Serina, now possibly Starbuck. How much more of +this could he take? + He too, had heard the grumblings of the Colonial refuges, as +they began to demand that Adama stop chasing his fantasies and +settle on the next habitable planet that the Fleet encountered. He +was beginning to agree. This was no place to raise a small child, +especially one who was old enough to be aware of all the events +going on around him, but was still too young to know how to cope +with them. + Apollo continued through the room towards his bed, pulling off +his jacket and barely conscious of his surroundings when he was +suddenly startled back to reality by a piercing "YIP!" beneath his +foot. He had inadvertently stepped on Muffit's tail, sending the +little robot daggit scampering away. "Frack!" Apollo almost +yelled, as he re-adjusted his footing after almost sprawling onto +the floor. + A soft, sleepy voice drifted out of an adjoining bedroom. +"Dad? Is that you?" + Moving quickly and more carefully to the tiny bedroom, Apollo +knelt beside the bed where the small boy lay and whispered, "Hey, +I thought you were supposed to be asleep." + "I was until I heard Muffit," Boxey said innocently. + "Muffit's Ok. Go back to sleep," Apollo replied, while gently +stroking his son's soft hair and pulling the blanket around his +body. + "I heard about Starbuck," Boxey said, out of thin air. + "What? Heard what, Boxey?" + "Everyone was talking about it." + "Talking about what?" + "Talking about how Starbuck got lost out on patrol." + "Who told you that?" A panicky pause. "Besides, I was with +him Boxey, and I know he's Ok," Apollo lied, as he tried to hide +the fear creeping into his voice. + "Dad," Boxey began to lecture, "I'm not a baby anymore, I'm +almost 7 yahrens old. You don't have to pretend to me." + Apollo tried to swallow the large lump that suddenly formed in +his throat. Boxey's innate awareness of what was happening around +him was a scary development. How could he satisfactorily explain +something to a young boy that he couldn't readily explain to +himself? "Boxey... " + "Look Dad, it's not your fault. You'll find Starbuck. I know +you will." + Apollo sighed heavily. How could he sit here and lie to his +son? "Don't worry Boxey. We'll find him. Alright?" He could +just barely make out the small smile that crept on Boxey's face. +He then bent down, kissed him on the forehead, tucked the covers +around him, and tiptoed out of the bedroom. He sat down on his own +bed, bent over and covered his face with his hands. When would his +nightmare finally come to an end? + + --o-- + +First Officer's Log. Stardate 47235.8 + +"Lieutenant Commander LaForge has completed his Level IV diagnostic +on ship's systems and the Enterprise's warp engines are now back on +line. + +Also, Astrophysics has indicated that their charting of this sector +is completed and thus we are now ready to pursue our next +assignment... to investigate the reports from a Federation Science +station, regarding some ship to ship communications transmissions +from an unknown but apparently intelligent life form. Riker out." + + ----- + + "Helm, plot a course for Station LL-5," Riker ordered, as he +paced back and forth, hands behind his back. He stopped in the +center of the room, just behind the Helm and Ops stations. + "Aye sir, course plotted... and laid in," replied Ensign +Davids at the Helm. + "Captain?" Riker queried, as Picard suddenly emerged from the +Ready Room, strolled out onto the Bridge, and sat down in the +Command chair. + "Sorry Number One. I just received another communique from +LL-5 and it seems there may be some complications after all. Their +transmission was cut-off somehow, from the source. Warp 6 Ensign." + "Aye sir, Warp 6." + "Engage," Picard ordered, while punching a few buttons on his +control panel. + The previously static display of shimmering stars was suddenly +transformed into long streaks, as the great ship surged ahead at +warp speed. Everyone aboard could swear they felt the ship shudder +as the powerful engines engaged. It was really only their +imagination. + "I am curious, sir," Data suddenly remarked. "Our last long- +range sensor reports from that sector indicated that the entire +region near the Station was experiencing the residual effects of a +collision between a comet and a large asteroid. There is a large +concentration of Cosmic and other high-frequency EM energy +overspreading the entire area. Would that not affect long-range +communications?" + "Which perhaps also explains why they chose to shut down their +primary long-range sensors for routine maintenance when they did," +Picard concluded. "A good time to 'ride out the storm', I expect." + "Correct, sir. Traditional, unmodified long-range sensors +would probably be useless due to the large amount of interference," +Data replied. + "Estimated time of arrival, Mister Data?" Riker asked. + "At current speed, 10 hours, 27 minutes, sir." + "Very good. You have the Bridge Number One, I'll be in my +quarters, should you need me," Picard announced, while standing and +simultaneously jerking his uniform top down into place. + "Aye sir," replied Riker, his eyes following his superior +officer as he briskly walked around the rail, up the ramp, and into +a waiting turbolift. Riker then sighed, spun around in place and +settled into the Command chair, not looking forward to the long +night ahead. + + ----- + +Ten Forward was almost deserted when Deanna entered. She selected +a table in the corner near the lounge's panoramic windows. A lone +waiter arrived and after giving him her order, she carefully rubbed +her temples, balanced her chin on two upright fists, and sighed +heavily, staring out into nothingness. + She occasionally glanced down at the reflective black surface +of the table, watching the sparkling streaks of starlight dance an +eery dance across the veneer. Slowly, hypnotically, the streaks +began to fade away and when she looked up as if in a trance, a +gentle, familiar voice drifted across the expanse of her mind in a +tone that belied its source. "Seems you're a bit out of sorts +today," the voice said. + Deanna suddenly snapped back into full awareness, shaking her +head slightly to clear the cobwebs from her mind, and she then +turned towards the voice's owner, responding weakly, "Umm, I guess +you could say that." + "I guess I could say that?" echoed Guinan in an inquisitive +but humorous tone. She carefully placed a glass dish containing a +double chocolate sundae, with chocolate chips, down in front of the +befuddled Deanna. "Guess nothing!" she finally added. "The only +time I've seen you order this much chocolate was when you were +really feeling depressed." + A sigh. "I guess so... " Deanna replied. + "Mind if I join you?" + "Be my guest," she answered reluctantly. Troi wasn't really +in the mood for company, however. + "Mind if we talk about it?" Guinan asked after immediately +sitting down at the table, opposite to Troi. + "Apparently you didn't come all the way over here to watch me +eat my ice cream," Deanna responded, trying hard to keep the +irritation out of her voice. + "Apparently not," Guinan replied evenly. "But considering the +fact that when I get customers in here, well into their sleep +periods... nine out of ten times there's something wrong. So, I +ask you again. Do you want to talk about it?" + Deanna sighed again, a sadness creeping across her face as she +tried to explain. "Well... it's... it's... " Then she blurted, "I +keep thinking about Will Riker, no... not Will, Thomas. He's +Thomas now." + "Ahh... that's caused a bit of a disconcerting situation now, +hasn't it?" + "Guinan, there's something about him that... How should I put +it? Something that appeals to me. Yes, I guess that's a good way +to put it. He's so like, but then again, so different from Will." + "Well, he has lived an entirely different life than the +Commander. However, I expect him to become one hell of an officer +some day," Guinan prophesied. + "That's not what I was thinking about. It's... it's his +personality. I wish... I wish I could describe my feelings better. +I've found myself strongly attracted to him. To his gentleness and +his concern." Troi began to muse, "Our short time together +reminded me of old times, back when we first met on Betazed. +Granted, back then I wasn't exactly head over heels about him. And +I guess that I was a bit rude and impatient with him at times +but... " + "This, as opposed to the how you now feel about Commander +Riker? Where the events and circumstances and experiences he has +encountered over the past seven years have influenced him and +irrevocably changed him?" Guinan teased, playing the devil's +advocate as she was wont to do. + "Will seems to have become more distant to me over the years. +Nowadays, his ambitions keep getting in the way." + "His ambitions? What about yours?" + "Mine? What do you mean?" Deanna suddenly responded, with a +defensive quiver in her voice. + "Come on Deanna. You told me shortly after Lieutenant Riker, +uh, Thomas left, that he asked you to come with him." + Deanna frowned and said, "Yes, I know, and I wanted to go so +badly." + "Then why didn't you?" + "Why?" Troi's face began to alternate between confusion and +sadness. "I don't know. I just... well, I just didn't feel like +I was ready." + "Ready for what? To fall in love with him or to leave your +position?" said the devil's best friend. + "What...? What are you driving at? Is this really +necessary?" Deanna retorted, this time with clear irritation in her +voice. + "Sure it is," Guinan replied matter of factly. "Unless you're +planning on scooping up some of the glass at the bottom of your +dish.... Seems that dish is very empty," she said, nodding towards +the sundae dish after smoothly changing the subject of +conversation. Guinan was a master at effectively diffusing what +could have become a tense situation. She mischievously raised the +area on her face, where her eyebrows should have been and looked +directly into Deanna's burning eyes. + Troi suddenly looked away, shifting her gaze to the spoon in +her hand and then down to her dish and sure enough, she had eaten +the entire thing. "I better be going. It is well past my +bedtime." + "Think about it," the voice said, returning from nowhere. + "Huh?" + "Think about what you really want in your life," the voice +replied. + Deanna pushed the empty dish away from her, after she placed +the spoon inside. When she stood up, she suddenly began feeling +very exhausted. She looked around and found that the room was now +completely empty. Guinan, in her peculiar, stealthy manner had +again abandoned her here with some prophetic words of wisdom +pounding steadily in her head. 'What is it that I do really want +in my life?' she thought to herself. She crossed the silent room, +exited through the double wood and glass doors and turned a corner +into the hallway. + As soon as the doors swished shut, Guinan carefully stood up +from behind her counter, a cloth and a tumbler in her hand, slowly +rubbing the glass until it shined. Her mysterious black eyes +twinkled when she looked up from her work, and a small smile began +to form on her face. + + --o-- + + Casseopia seemed preoccupied as she walked into the Officer's +Club and carefully sat down at a small table, well away from a +particularly boisterous group of Colonial Warriors. They were +laughing heartily, obviously drunk, and otherwise having a good +time. Was it her imagination or did everyone seem like they had +not a care in the world? She barely sensed the other presence that +quietly sat down across from her and when she looked up, she was +surprised to see that it was Athena. + It was a shame that the two of them had first met, way back, +under such difficult circumstances. Both had been and still were +rivals for Lt. Starbuck's attention. Casseopia greatly admired +Athena's bold personality, unstoppable spunk and exotic beauty and +she was convinced that Athena was very much 'her father's +daughter'. Unfortunately, she also felt that Athena's naivety and +overt expressions of jealousy, would ultimately keep her from being +taken seriously. + "Soooo... " Athena began, addressing the blonde-haired woman +sitting across from her after finding what she thought was a safe +opening for starting a conversation. + "Yes, I know about Starbuck," Casseopia responded with +irritation, for about the hundredth time today. + "Listen, I just came here to, you know, get a drink or +something, and I thought that... well... you could use the +company," Athena explained, a bit defensively. + "I see... " came the retort, a little too icy than planned. + "Look, if you want to be left alone, I'll just go." Athena +spat out as she immediately stood up and started to move away. + Casseopia suddenly grabbed the departing woman's arm, to stop +her. + "No. Please... I'm sorry. I'm just, well you know... I guess +I'm just a little irritable, that's all. For the past few +centaurs, it seems that everyone and their brother has come to me +to remind me of... " + "Yeah, I know. I guess that can really be a hassle. I +mean... It must be a real pain for you at times." + "'A pain' is a rather nice way of putting it." + "Well, if there's anything I can do... " Athena offered. + "No. Really... I think I should just turn in, you know, be by +myself for a while. Look, I really appreciate your concern. I'll +be fine. I'm just a little tired. Especially after running around +with Boxey and all. Good night, Athena," Casseopia said as she +abruptly stood up and gracefully maneuvered around the table. + "`Night," Athena replied softly, watching as Casseopia glided +across the room like a fairy princess and sashayed through the +door. "Why does everyone always crave after her?" she moaned to +herself. "She's still just your run of the mill Socialator, +Medical Technician or not. That's all. And besides, I know more +about Starbuck than she ever will!" she tried to justify to +herself. She sighed, took a sip from her mug, and started humming +softly, while faintly tapping some familiar childhood rhythm on the +table's surface with her fingers. + + ----- + + "Apollo! Boomer! Anybody! Come in! Do you read me? Come +in dammit!" + Starbuck was beginning to lose his cool, figuring that things +couldn't get any worse than they already were. Until he looked +down at his fuel gauge. "FRACK!" he yelled aloud. "What in the +Gods is wrong with me?? I've gone and done it again! So busy +trying to be macho." + The interference increased on his scanners as he attempted to +adjust the frequencies. His navigation indicator was going haywire +and he had no idea where the hell he was and how to get back to his +Squadron. "Felgercarb!!" + Out of anger and frustration, he slammed his fist into the +monitor controls, causing no damage or change to the instrument +readings, but causing a rather nasty cut on his hand. "Frack!" he +now painfully yelled again. "Ok... easy, easy flyboy," he said +aloud. "Just calm down and think straight. I've been in worse +situations than this, that's for sure." + He immediately switched on his homing beacon and tried to +adjust his sensors to cut through the electronic soup, in an effort +to locate some nearby planet with a breathable atmosphere. The +scrambled signals continued. "Well Starbuck, looks like your luck +has just run out... " He again began to frantically push buttons, +turn dials, and flick switches, while cursing to himself. + "Where is C.O.R.A. when you need her?" he suddenly exclaimed. +He then began to chuckle at the thought of that specially built +computer module for Colonial Vipers, nicknamed 'CORA'. The name +was actually an acronym for something, which for the life of him, +he couldn't remember. What he did remember was the sexy female +voice behind the machinery that was C.O.R.A. The system was +designed so that the pilot could quickly interact with and control, +through the C.O.R.A. interface, most of the ship's functions using +verbal commands. Or, should he more accurately admit, it was +C.O.R.A. who appeared to run the whole show. Come to think of it, +'CORA' was downright insubordinate, always questioning his commands +and nearly getting him killed on several occasions. In fact, +'CORA' seemed to operate with a mind of her own! + "Frack!" he yelled again, as he drove from his mind those now +ludicrous memories of his thankfully brief experience with a wise- +cracking ship. He furiously began to fumble with more switches and +buttons. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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He was seated on the stepped, stone wall connected to +the side of the house, his shoes scattered haphazardly on the +ground in front of him. Once again, he began playing his beloved +flute. The sweet melody echoed through the streets of the village +and drifted up into the hills. A soft breeze lightly caressed his +sunburned face, quickly drying a trickle of sweat that threatened +to fall into his eye. He stopped playing and sighed, wiping +another droplet from his forehead. "Boy was it hot today," he +remarked to the darkening sky. "But then again, it's hot every day. +In fact, it seems that with each passing day, it grows hotter and +hotter." + "Data to Captain Picard." + "Eh? Qu'est ce que ce? What was that?" A voice. A man's +voice. From where? He peered down the tiny streets of the +village, which were now lit with the soft glow of lamps. + Picard stirred in his bed, wrapping the covers around him as +he put the flute down beside him. He strained to look upwards into +the penetrating darkness of the hills behind his house. + "Come in Captain, this is the Bridge!" + Suddenly Captain Picard bolted upright in the bed in his +darkened cabin. He shook his head, tried to gather together his +senses, and fathom the meaning behind the strange but familiar +images that lingered in his conscious from his dream. Out of a +long practiced habit he immediately replied, "Picard here." + "Sorry to wake you sir, but the long-range sensors appear to +have detected three small ships, moving in formation towards the +Science Station. Identity unknown, configuration unknown. Unable +to confirm any known life-forms," Data recited neutrally. + "I'm on my way. Picard out," he responded, while bounding out +of his bed and grabbing the uniform he neatly folded across his +chair. + A few minutes later, a confident and now fully awake Captain +strolled onto the Bridge and glided down the carpeted ramp. His +Second Officer, Lieutenant Commander Data quickly vacated the +Captain's chair in deference to its owner and immediately moved to +his assigned station at Ops. + Where is Commander Riker?" Picard asked, looking around the +Bridge in confusion. + "He is in Engineering sir, with Geordi. They are jointly +working on a special modification to the primary sensor arrays. +Apparently, the Commander has had some experience with this type of +modification before." + "I see. Status Mister Data?" + "The unidentified ships appear to still be moving towards the +Science Station. They will soon enter into the path of debris and +electronic interference caused by the asteroid collision. I have +been attempting to narrow the sensor sweep in order to penetrate +the subspace distortions." + "Are we within communications range, Commander?" Picard +queried. + "Barely, but I believe that our signal may be strong enough to +get through." + "Open hailing frequencies, Mister Worf." + "Hailing frequencies open, sir," Worf grumbled. + "This is Jean-Luc Picard, in command of the United Federation +of Planets' Starship, Enterprise. Unidentified vessels, please +respond." + Silence. + "This is Captain Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. +Please identify yourselves." + Worf now responded, "No reply, sir." + "Data, are our hails reaching those vessels?" asked Picard. + "Unknown sir. The unidentified ships continue to move towards +the interference and I am afraid that at this distance, our +transmissions are most likely experiencing some sort of repulsion +effect. Apparently, we are still too far away to fully penetrate +the cloud." + "Very well Commander. Increase speed to Warp 7 and notify me +of any change in our status. I'll be in my Ready Room if you need +me. You have the 'Comm'." + "Aye sir," Data replied as his fingers swiftly danced across +his console, entering some final commands before he returned to the +Command chair. + + --o-- + + If it had been a daggit, it surely would have bit him. With +all his concentration focussed on clearing the noise on his sensor +monitor, a small satellite had suddenly appeared before his very +eyes, directly in his Viper's path. He manipulated a few controls +on his scanner in an attempt to determine the atmospheric content +of the object ahead of him. "It can't be," he mumbled, as the +information began scrolling on his screen from his short-range +sensor. As his ship moved closer to the planetoid, the +interference decreased, just enough to verify a breathable +atmosphere. + He sat back in his seat, confused. The sensors had to be +deceiving him. He knew that he had the luck of the Galactica going +for him, but this was too good to be true. "And you know what they +say about things that are too good to be true... " Starbuck +cautioned out loud to himself. "Of course," he then said, +recalling an old Caprican proverb, "You don't look a gift-equine in +the mouth, either." + He was finally able to get a clear readout of the planetoid's +surface and he quickly checked the unusual, and almost unnatural +terrain, for a suitable place to land. "By all the Gods and +Goddesses in the universe, If I can just land this baby and keep +her in one piece... " he prayed aloud. + His awe at his good fortune was suddenly shattered as a shrill +alarm began to sound in the cockpit. "Oh felgercarb!" The last of +his fuel was almost depleted. He quickly cut power to his engines +and reduced the power to life-support, in an attempt to save the +last bit of solium for re-entry and deceleration. + "Boy Starbuck, do you get yourself into one bind after +another!" he chided to himself. "If I make it through this one, I +promise I'll never cheat at Pyramids again!!!" He regretted that +last promise, knowing that if he did survive to make it back to the +Galactica, this current adventure would soon become past history, +and the promise would quickly be forgotten. He figured he would +have a doozy of a story to tell that would keep his reputation as +exciting and vibrant as ever. + All of a sudden, the Viper began to shake violently, as it +entered the atmosphere. The hull and cockpit temperatures began to +increase exponentially, as the small fighter plummeted towards the +planetoid's surface at incredible speeds. He flicked a switch on +his panel to slightly increase power to his life-support, thereby +allowing it to compensate for the higher cabin temperature and +pressure. "Hang on!" he yelled to himself. He moved his hand +towards the three switches that activated the engines. "Just a +little bit longer... " + The ship shook even more violently and as the cabin began to +pressurize, Starbuck found himself getting very light headed and +his ears felt like they were about to burst. "Just a micron +more... " he whispered, squinting his eyes and clenching his teeth +in pain. + "NOW!" He immediately flicked the three switches up and +punched three buttons, re-activating the engines while in free +fall, and with one final blast of his thrusters set to full +reverse, he pulled up on the throttle, simultaneously slowing the +ship and keeping the nose up. The next thing he heard and felt was +a loud crash as he hit the tops of some trees. And then the world +went completely dark. + + ----- + +Adama's Journal: + +"It has been nearly a centaur since we stopped receiving the homing +beacon signal from Lieutenant Starbuck's Viper. We have moved as +far away from the Fleet as we dare go without having the means to +return to it quickly in case of a surprise attack. Captain Apollo +has +requested the use of a shuttle to reach the small planetoid we have +detected just ahead of us. I strongly protest this solution as the +interference from an apparent explosion or collision of a nearby +asteroid, makes navigation in the area nearly impossible. + +Doctor Wilker is in the process of modifying the sensor controls on +both the Galactica and on one of the Vipers, in an attempt to +enhance our short range sensor capabilities. Apollo has suggested +that the Viper could be the 'eyes and ears', so to speak, for the +shuttle, safely guiding it to the planetoid. I am in a quandary as +to what to do." + + "Father look, we can interface the Viper's navigational +sensors with the shuttle's controls, thus allowing the shuttle to +match the Viper's moves," Apollo explained. + "It's too risky," Adama said firmly. "Apollo, what if the +sensors suddenly become inoperative? That could mean the end of +both the Viper and the shuttle." + "It's a risk we'll have to take. We can't just leave Starbuck +out there." + Adama shook his head firmly. "No. Listen to me Apollo. I +know that Starbuck is very special to both of us, but we have no +proof that he's even on that planetoid, or whether the planetoid is +suitable to support Human life." + In an attempt to reason with his father, Apollo noted, +"According to the fuel gauges, he had to land there. It's the only +possible choice." + "And assuming he survived a crash landing, what then? Is +there a suitable atmosphere on the surface? And if so, what if +there are toxins in the air, or on the ground?" + Interrupting, Apollo began, "But he has... " + "Yes, I know that he has an emergency medical kit with a life +mask and protective suit, but what if he were unconscious?" Adama +added, turning away and strolling across the room. + "Father, I will never forgive myself if I don't try. I had to +leave Zack behind and I refuse to make the same mistake again," +Apollo said with determination. . + Adama immediately stopped in place, his back to Apollo. He +slowly turned his head to the side and raised an eyebrow slightly, +as the source of his son's consternation was finally revealed. "So +that's it," he said flatly. "It's Zack, isn't it?" he continued, +fully turning his body around to look at, and then slowly moving to +stand before his oldest child. He extended his arms and firmly +planted his hands on Apollo's shoulders. "Apollo... " he began. +"Son. You can't continue to harbor those feelings of guilt you +have, forever. It's been eating away at you for a long time now. +You did what you had to do, back then. You did what all your +training taught you to do in a situation such as that. You did the +right thing." + "Did I? Tell that to Zack!" Apollo spat out in reply, shaking +free of Adama's grasp and turning his back to him. + "Apollo," Adama patiently began again, "the lives and well +being of my children mean more to me than anything else in the +universe. I feel the loss of Zack more than you can ever imagine. +But his sacrifice was not in vain. Don't you see Apollo?" he +pleaded, "Had he not discovered those hidden tankers and had you +not made the decision to return when you did, we," he said more +firmly while gesturing to the two of them, "none of us," he +continued, with a sweeping gesture of his arm towards the window, +"among the two hundred and twenty ships of survivors would be here +today." + Adama turned, walked away from Apollo, and said in reflection, +"I made a decision a long time ago when I chose to pursue a career +with the Colonial Fleet, that I would not encourage my children to +follow in my path. Unfortunately, I was not successful." + "Father... " Apollo interrupted, turning to face the Commander +but not particularly interested in hearing the forthcoming lecture. + "Hear me out," Adama demanded, determined to make his son +understand. "I knew that the possibility of becoming emotionally +involved in your careers would be too powerful to resist. When you +and your brother entered the Academy, both of you knew the risks +that you might eventually have to face, the trials that you might +have to endure. I eventually came to accept your life choices and +although it pains me to say this, I must now also accept the +consequences of your decisions, including your sister Athena's +presence here aboard this Battlestar. You see, when we chose this +occupation, we agreed to take the bad with the good, the bitter +with the sweet." + "Well right now, I need the chance to right a wrong," Apollo +replied in defiance. + Adama had heard enough. His body suddenly stiffened as he +clenched his teeth and his fists, trying to keep control. With +fire in his eyes, he abruptly turned and stormed across the room, +stopping directly in front of Apollo. He pulled himself up to his +full, imposing height and grabbed his son's shoulders, anger +flaring in his voice as he said, "This is not the time nor the +place, Apollo!" + "Father, don't you see?" Apollo managed to choke out, somewhat +shaken by his father's unexpected movement. Weakly he pleaded, "I +have to do this." The intensity of his father's booming voice +still hung in the air, as Apollo suddenly wished he could have been +anywhere in the universe except where he was at that moment. + "Finding Starbuck will not bring your brother back." + "I know that, but at least I would have tried. And if I +succeed... " + "And what if you don't succeed? What if Starbuck is not on +that planetoid? What if he's dead?" Adama replied with an angry +retort that sharply cut Apollo off. + "I still have to try, Father. I still have hope." + Adama frowned and let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the +universe now beginning to rest on his shoulders. What stubborn +children he had. No doubt due to his long periods away from home +while they were growing up. + He turned away again, placing his hands behind his back and +slowly walking over to the small porthole in his office. The +serene images of twinkling stars appeared, interspersed with the +now distant, faster-running freighters and pleasure craft that held +the fragile remains of his people. + After a short period of silent contemplation, he slowly turned +his head towards his oldest child, flesh of his flesh and pride of +his very being. Sighing, he solemnly indicated his approval with +a short nod of the head. Quickly, he looked away as Apollo bounded +through the door and down the hallway towards the lift that would +take him to the Launch Bay. + Adama looked again out into the false calm of space, with +moisture gathering in his eyes and a dull pain in his chest. To +himself he asked, 'What Lord, have I done?' + + ----- + + "Launch Bay Control to Shuttle Alpha, you are clear to +proceed," announced the Launch Bay's monitor Rigel, who was seated +on the Galactica's Bridge. + "This is Alpha Shuttle. Acknowledged," replied the Blue +Squadron Flight Captain. Apollo hit the turbo thrusters and +smoothly steered the shuttle out into the open expanse of darkness. + "Activating navigational link," Boomer stated from his Viper. + "Link established. The board shows all green. Oh and by the +way Boomer, fly normally, will ya?" came the reply from the +shuttle. + "Aw shucks, Apollo. I had some really nifty moves I wanted to +try out, too." + "Not today my friend. Gotta find our Pyramid partner, and +fast!" + "Switching on the modified short range sensors." Boomer +interrupted. "Still not picking up any readings from that +planetoid on long range scans. Frack! At this distance, none of +these sensors can penetrate that damn interference." + "What's our ETA?" + "Hmm... Well, by my calculations... figure just under two +centaurs at current speed before we'll be within range," Boomer +answered. + "Acknowledged. Let's speed it up then." + "Right with ya." + + ----- + + "By your command." + Baltar had now come down from his magnificent chair, the +better to pace back and forth in the silent darkness of the Command +Center while awaiting the imminent status report of the three Cylon +scout ships. "Report," he said evenly to the unlucky bearer of the +news. + "Our patrol has confirmed the presence of a relatively large +space station in orbit around an apparently uninhabited satellite." +replied Lucifer. + "A space station? Manned by who?" Baltar exclaimed +incredulously. + "Our scouts were unable to identify or confirm all of the +species of life forms aboard the station but they were able to +detect a possible Human presence." + "Humans? Aboard a space station? Adama what is it you're up +to? No... wait." A beat. "Perhaps these Humans are from the +planet Terra. The station may even belong to the Eastern Alliance +membership." + "I am afraid not Baltar. According to our data, the +construction of the station is far superior to that previously +observed around Terra or any of her Lunar colonies," replied the +Cylon. + "What do you mean 'far superior'?" + "Our scouts detected the use of an energy source, unknown not +only to us, but apparently to the Terrans as well." + "What energy source?!" Baltar demanded, almost shouting. +"What do you mean that it is unknown to the Terrans?" All of a +sudden his tone of voice and his demeanor began to shift, and his +eyes began to open wide. He ceased his pacing and turned to look +at his assistant. "Unless... " He paused, turning away from +Lucifer, a small smile beginning to creep on his lips. "Unless..." +he repeated. "Ooooooo... " he cooed with malevolence. "Yes... +yes... Adama." + Suddenly his discourse reverted back to seriousness, as he +looked directly at the silent, robed automaton and said, "Set +course for that satellite. Maximum speed." + The rows of processing lights on Lucifer's head immediately +increased their flash rate and then slowed to normal before he +proceeded to speak. "Whatever for Baltar?" + "Don't question my orders. Just do it!" Baltar replied with +irritation. + With resignation in his voice, Lucifer responded, "As you wish +Baltar. By your command." He bowed slightly before turning to +leave the room. He again would be the one to give the orders that +would bring the great Cylon Baseship into the void and inevitably +into trouble, as his past experiences with Baltar's thinking had +taught him. + Activity on the Baseship began to increase as a number of +silvery mechanical men marched in unison through the long dark +corridors. In the Navigation Room, a larger, gold-colored Cylon +Centurion, the Garrison Commander, looked up as Lucifer entered the +room. In a very low-pitched, monotonal synthesized voice, the +Centurion intoned, "By your command." + Lucifer briefly paused before speaking to him. "Centurion, +set course two four nine point eight. Maximum speed. It seems +that our illustrious leader has decided that we should go on a +little excursion, off our main course." + The Garrison Commander, not programmed to comprehend the +sarcastic dialogue uttered by his superior, simply replied, "By +your command." He turned towards the navigators and ordered, "Set +course as directed. Engage forward sensors, full power." + A smaller silver Centurion replied in a higher-pitched +mechanical voice, "By your command. Course set. Maximum velocity. +Forward sensors engaged. Full power." + "Oh, I almost forgot. Centurion? Contact the Imperious +Leader on Cylon and have him dispatch backup Baseships right away," +Lucifer added. + The Garrison Commander queried without emotion, "Has this +request been approved?" + "As Special Assistant to the Commander of this Baseship, +personally selected by the Imperious Leader himself, I am +programmed to guarantee the safety of this vessel and it's +occupants. Therefore as a Cylon, I am required to function within +my programming," Lucifer smoothly lied. + Lucifer's twisting of words and hedging was completely lost on +the Centurion. He could only comprehend 'assistant', 'Imperious +Leader', 'safety', 'Cylon', and 'function within programming.' + "By your command," came his reply. + If he could, he would have smiled. However, Lucifer simply +turned in place and exited the Navigation Room. + The Cylon Baseship began to turn on it's axis and started to +move forward towards the unknown. + + ----- + +Captain's Log. Supplemental. + +"We have arrived at Science Station LL-5 and have successfully re- +established communications with them, despite the increasing +interference from the nearby asteroid collision. We are currently +in orbit around the small planetoid being monitored by the station +and we have been unable to locate the three unidentified ships +detected previously." + + ----- + + "Captain, as you can see, our station has become somewhat +inoperative over the past few hours, ever since the debris and +subspace energy fluctuations began increasing in this area from the +asteroid collision. We have had to shut down just about all of our +sensors, and communications to the outside are nearly impossible. +As time passes, I fear the situation will only grow worse." + "I understand your dilemma Doctor Serat. We will try to do +everything we can to assist," Picard offered. + "We have only fifty scientists and support personnel aboard, +Captain. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated," responded +the Vulcan. + "Of course Serat. Tell me, exactly what is the nature of your +research? I have visited a number of terra-formed worlds, yet this +one seems to be very unique, particularly since there is no nearby +sun to provide the traditional energy source." + "Well Captain, as you may or may not know, this satellite had +been charted over one hundred-fifty years ago during the early +period of exploration of the Federation, being that it is relatively close +to Earth. Approximately forty years ago, a noted botanist by the name +of Doctor Roger Obenga filed a petition for a large scale research +project that involved the use of certain phosphorescent vegetation +to encourage the formation of symbiotic relationships between them +and certain chlorophyll-containing plants. He found for instance, +that certain species of phosphorescent moss could provide enough +luminescence at the proper wavelengths, to actually establish a +stable ecosystem. The benefits of this work were enormous as this +concept could be applied to many of the worlds of the Federation +that lack the appropriate natural light from a sun, thus +eliminating the need for extensive artificial lighting. The +Science Council approved of the research and eventually selected +this planetoid to test out the theories. The major criteria for +the selection of such a world was that there was suitable gravity +and Class M atmosphere, no natural sunlight, available natural +water, a geothermal source of heat, and no life forms detected. +This satellite perfectly matched those requirements." + He continued, "A team of some of the finest botanists, +geologists, and biophysicists around the Federation were assembled +to design and carry out plans for the introduction of plant life to +the surface. I was selected as the team leader." + "Intriguing," Data responded. "The establishment and +cultivation of such vegetation should provide, over time, a very +viable and self-sustaining ecosystem. However, would there not be +concern about the possibility of the accidental introduction or +natural evolution of some parasitic form of plant that could +quickly eradicate the symbiots?" + "Yes, we have taken that into consideration, which is why we +have been monitoring the surface and atmosphere so closely. +You see, it is hoped that one day, we will introduce life forms +here that could assist in maintaining the ecological balance, +should any parasitic types evolve." + "Truly fascinating," Picard beamed. "I would very much like +to read some of the... " + "Captain, sensors are picking up an object on the planetoid's +surface," Worf suddenly announced, interrupting Picard's +enthusiastic response. + Data provided more clarification by saying, "Object is +metallic, alloy mixture unknown. Approximately ten meters in +length." The android then paused to confirm some additional +readings, suddenly frowning. Before he continued, he turned in his +chair to face Picard and finally stated, "Captain, it appears to be +a ship of some kind." + Worf added, "I am reading faint life signs from the ship. +Unable to fully confirm due to the interference." + "Captain, we could take an away team down to the surface to +investigate. This may have something to do with those +unidentified ships that we picked up earlier," Riker offered. + "Hmmm.... agreed. Doctor Serat?" + "Captain, if what you say is true, that some vessel has landed +on the surface that we missed due to our sensor mishap, then +this would surely be devastating to our research. We are just now +moving into the final phases of terra-forming this world. Nearly +thirty years of work could be destroyed by the introduction of an +outside microbe into the ecosystem." + "Then how did you manage to terra-form here? At some point +you would have had to come in contact with the surface," Riker +queried. + "Yes, yes, but our excursions were few and we wore specially +made garments that would preclude the accidental introduction of +foreign microbes into the atmosphere or on the surface." + "Doctor Serat, if in fact there is a life form in that ship, +then the experiment has been compromised, regardless," Data stated, +matter of factly. + "I now realize that. It is regrettable," Serat said with +resignation. Being a Vulcan, he reasoned that the only logical +thing left to do was to confirm the situation down on the surface +and then report the results. The possible loss of thirty years of +his life's work would be unfortunate but not detrimental. He still +had quite a few years left to pursue other ventures. + "Doctor, if you would allow us to send down a minimal +complement, we will agree to go through whatever decontamination +procedures that you deem necessary. I would expect that life-form +or not, an investigation to verify either way is in order," Picard +concluded. + Serat then replied after a brief pause, "That will be +acceptable." + "Good. Number One, assemble a minimal away team and report to +Station LL-5 for preparations," Picard ordered. + "Aye, sir," Riker responded. He nodded to Ops, "Data," and +announced to the ship's intercom, "Doctor Crusher, meet us in +Transporter Room Three." + "Acknowledged, on my way," came Beverly Crusher's reply, piped +through to the Bridge. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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Riker +swallowed hard as he tried to suppress the slight wave of +claustrophobia he was experiencing. He had been required to wear +self-contained suits many times before in the past, but none that +remotely resembled what he was wearing right now. Data, due to his +lack of biological functioning, was exempted from wearing the suit. + "You know Data, sometimes I envy your being an android," Riker +conceded. + Data glanced in Riker's direction and stated with a confused +tone in his voice, "I do not fully understand the reasoning behind +your comment. Although I may be physically superior to Humans, +there are many instances where I am as vulnerable as Humans. For +instance... " + "Forget it Data. I was just lamenting our current state of +affairs," Riker interrupted, instinctively reaching for his +forehead to wipe away a trickle of sweat and finding a microthin +piece of transparent aluminum in the way. + "Everyone ready?" Beverly Crusher asked hopefully when the red +glow died down. + "Not really," Riker answered, "but let's get this over with. +Energize." + The sparkling blue-white light surrounded the three Enterprise +officers, briefly scattering their very essence into a million bits +and then finally directing that essence down to the unknown world +below. + + ----- + + Darkness. Everywhere darkness. Crusher began to feel panic +as she tried to clearly comprehend what had occurred. She decided +to stay put and use her arms (did she have arms anymore?) to gauge +where she was. Slowly, her eyes began to adjust to the low level +of light. As she looked around, she gasped at the eery sight of +the blue and yellow glow surrounding her. "My God! It's like +we're surrounded by millions of fireflies!" she exclaimed. + With tricorder out, sweeping around and before him, Data +commented, "Fascinating. It appears that the different species of +phosphorescent plants are emitting energy solely at the various +wavelengths of the Visible portion of the EM spectrum. As yet, I +have not detected any plant life emitting in the UV range." + "Any life-signs Data?" Riker asked, still shaking the +disorientation out of his head. After finally adjusting to the +uncomfortable suit he wore, he now had to confront what appeared to +be almost total darkness. + "Over here sir," Data responded, pointing to an area just +ahead of them. + Riker and Crusher strained to see in which direction he was +pointing. + The three carefully made their way around the bizarre non- +fluorescing plants that hung precariously from a proliferation of +long, strangely shaped tree branches. Beverly tried hard to steer +clear of the moss-covered trees that glowed like ancient funeral +pyres. She found herself recalling an old child's story told to +her by her grandmother, about the haunted trees in an old, dark +forest and the evil flying monkeys who came into the forest to +capture a little lost girl and her dog for a wicked witch. The +thought made her shiver, but then she blinked and became an adult +again, the Chief Medical Officer of the Federation Flagship. She +angrily chided herself for indulging in such silly introspection. +Still... this place did give her the creeps. + "Sir, sensors indicate that the life-form is Human," Data +suddenly announced. + "And... very much alive," Crusher added. "Come on." + The away team swiftly approached the small craft, which was +partially submerged in a glowing marsh. Riker drew his phaser as +he slowly advanced towards the ship. All of a sudden he felt as if +he stepped off the cliff of a large, very deep hole, and he +abruptly found himself waist deep in glowing liquid. + "Will!" yelled Crusher. + "DATA!" Riker shouted, as his feet became trapped in the +quicksand-like mud and his legs became intertwined in some +underwater vines. He began waving his arms frantically, trying to +grab on to something... anything. "Help me! I'm sinking!" + Calmly but firmly, Data replied, "Do not move sir. It will +only serve to hasten your descent." He grabbed hold of a branch of +a nearby tree and used his other hand to grasp at Riker's flailing +one. With a single movement, Data easily pulled the First Officer +out of the swamp. + "Boy! I thought I was a goner. I gotta be more careful," +Riker exclaimed with relief, pulling vines off his legs and +scraping the mud off his suit. + "Commander, it appears that this entire area is surrounded by +marsh. I am however, able to track exactly the boundaries of this +phenomena," Data noted. + "How is that ship still above the water then?" the Doctor +asked, as she squinted her eyes in an attempt to penetrate the +darkness around the ship. + "It appears that the branches of a fallen tree are acting as +a brace, effectively keeping the ship afloat," Data concluded. He +then added, "The stability of this situation is doubtful however. +I have observed that the underground water table has increased +significantly since we first arrived. At this rate, I expect that +the perimeter of the swamp will soon expand to where we now stand." + "Regardless, we have to get that person out of there now or +the only thing left for me to do here is an autopsy," Crusher +exclaimed. + "How Doctor? How do we get over there? I don't mean to be +facetious but I'm not about to lose any of us in that swamp by +being careless," Riker retorted, causing the doctor to bristle at +his tone. + Calmly she replied, "Why not beam him out?" + Riker tapped his comm badge, "Riker to Enterprise." + Silence. + "Riker to Enterprise. Come in." + More silence. + "Riker to LL-5." + "Data to Enterprise. Do you read?" + A double nothing. + "What the hell is going on? Data?" Riker exclaimed looking +over at the Second Officer and expecting an answer fast. + A look of confusion began to form on his face as the android +manipulated functions on his tricorder and replied, "I am not sure +sir, but it appears that our communicators are no longer +functioning." + "What do you mean 'no longer functioning'?" Riker replied a +bit angrily. This away mission was getting worse and worse. + "My tricorder is picking up some unusual radiational +interference emanating not only from this ship, but from the +surrounding vegetation. It appears that the area may have become +contaminated by a fuel leak from that vessel." + "Then for now, let's move away from this area and check in +with the Enterprise to let them know our status," Riker said +decisively. + "Will, we have to get that pilot out of there now! He has +some serious internal injuries that must be worked on or he may +die!" Crusher pleaded. + "If we can contact the Enterprise, we can beam him directly to +sickbay." Riker answered. + "Commander, I have confirmed that the transporter will not +function in this area, due to the radiation," Data injected. + More bad news. Riker's patience was fading fast. He was wet, +hot, and beginning to feel a throb in his shoulder, which means it +was probably strained. It must have been the result of swinging it +around too much in awkward positions, while he had tried in vain to +save himself from sinking into a watery grave. "Suggestions then? +If we can't beam him out of there and we can't get across the +marsh, and Serat steadfastly refuses to accommodate any more beam +downs, what do you recommend we do?" + "I believe sir, that we could utilize some of these trees." + "But you said that that ship is barely being supported by that +tree trunk as it is," Riker noted. + "That is true, however I believe that we may be able to brace +it enough so that one of us can reach the hatch and pull the pilot +out. We can construct a makeshift bridge to reach the wing and +then walk along it to the cockpit." + "Looks like we have no other choice. Do it." + "Aye sir." + --o-- + + "By your command." + "We have reached the small planetoid and our sensors have +detected the Humans," Baltar recited aloud as he often did, only +the answers he wanted to hear. + "Well... not exactly," Lucifer replied, with hesitation. + "Lucifer! Must I hover over you every centaur of the day to +make sure that you carry out my orders?" yelled Baltar. + "Really Baltar. You mustn't take these matters so seriously. +You may end up bursting a blood vessel," Lucifer sweetly suggested. + "Don't get smart with me, you poor excuse for a machine. I +want answers... and I want them NOW!" + "Of course. As you wish. We are now within range of the +planetoid, however there is... " he carefully paused, "a problem." + "What do you mean there is 'a problem'?" + "We have now detected a very large vessel in orbit alongside +the previously detected space station. The configuration of this +new ship is totally unknown to us." + "It's probably the Galactica or perhaps, the Pegasus. The +Pegasus... Yessss... " Baltar's words began to drift off into the +air as he spun around sharply, with his hands behind his back. He +nervously began to pace around the immediate area. "Cain.... It +must be. Our sensors must be deceiving us, due to the electronic +interference... " + Interrupting, Lucifer responded, "I am afraid not Baltar. We +are not detecting solium as the primary fuel source. We have +discovered however, the presence of over one thousand life-forms +aboard that ship, the majority of whom are Human." + "That many Humans? Ah HA! Just as I originally thought then. +Prepare our fighters." + "But Baltar, we have not yet established the origin of that +ship. In fact, we have even confirmed what appears to be a weapons +system that is far superior to our own." + "Indeed. We shall see," Baltar replied with confidence. + "Baltar, do you mind if I ask you what you plan on doing?" +Lucifer asked tensely. + "Must I always spell out everything to you Lucifer. It should +be obvious what I plan on doing." + Pleading, the Cylon added, "But Baltar, we have concluded that +this new ship is not part of the Colonial Fleet, and it has become +obvious that it does not come from Terra. Don't you think that it +may be a little risky to attack something that we don't know enough +about?" + "Risky? Risky?" Baltar harumphed. "Why should you worry?" he +then retorted, a devious smile creeping on his lips as he stepped +up in front of his assistant. "You are only a machine." + "True, but I am only looking out for your safety, Baltar. I +have been specially designed and programmed to see to your every +need and guarantee your personal well being." + "Really? Judging from your actions to date, what makes me +think that I can trust you completely?" + "True also, however I am the only one who is fully qualified +to operate this Baseship. I believe... you need me," Lucifer +replied, a bit defensively. + "Need you? HA! What arrogance you have. Never mind. Carry +out my orders. Prepare our fighters for a full attack. Signal me +when they are ready." + "As you wish, Baltar. By your command," Lucifer replied +evenly. He quickly swiveled in place and shuffled out of the large +chamber. + "You're finished Adama! Not only will you not be able to rely +on those from Terra but... " he said to the empty room, "you will +not be able to rely on those from Earth as well." And with that, +Baltar let out a long, hearty laugh that echoed around the enormous +Command Center. + + --o-- + + The Bridge of the Enterprise was beginning to bustle with +activity as the night watch ended and the day watch crew came in +relief. Jean-Luc Picard sat in his Command chair, customarily +crossing one leg, fingers rhythmically tapping on his thigh, to +release nervous tension. + "Anything from the surface yet?" he queried. + "Nothing sir," Worf rumbled in response. "There appears to be +some sort of radiation surrounding the crash site. I would expect +that communications would be impossible to or from that immediate +location." + "Very well. Counselor. Do you sense anything down there?" + "Well, it doesn't appear that they are in any immediate danger +yet. In fact... " + "Captain," Worf suddenly interrupted. "Sensors are picking up +a very large vessel of some sort approaching from behind us. +Configuration unknown." + "On screen." + The main viewer shifted to display an image of dark space with +a small, spherically-shaped object in the center. + "Magnify." + The image again shifted to show a larger representation of +what looked like two large convex disks with a short, central core +that connected them. + "My God. It looks like a space station of some type," +remarked Deanna Troi. + Worf reported, "Sensors are unable to fully penetrate the +interference. Switching to the modified sensor array... I now +appear to be picking up a single life form aboard the unidentified +station." He looked up at his now standing superior officer before +continuing, "The signal is very weak, sir." + "Picard to Engineering. Geordi. Can you boost our sensor +output?" + "Aye, sir. I can maybe give you a little more power, but not +much more," the Chief Engineer replied. + "We just need enough to confirm life signs," Picard added. + "Sensor output boosted by three percent. I am now able to +confirm a single life form on the vessel." Worf paused and again +looked up, adding, "It is Human." + "Human?" Picard frowned, turned his back to the viewer and +began to walk towards his chair, halting just short of it. "Worf, +open hailing frequencies," he finally ordered. + "Hailing frequencies open sir," came the reply. + "Unidentified vessel, this is Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the +United Federation Starship Enterprise. Please respond." + "No response," Worf offered. + Picard began again, "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the +Starship Enterprise. Please respond." + "Still no response." + "Go to Yellow Alert." + Although no sirens sounded throughout the ship, the alert +light flashed on all decks as critical personnel began to make +preparations for an imminently dangerous situation at any time. +The ship's activity accordingly increased to meet the demands. + "Captain, shouldn't we beam the away team aboard?" Troi +offered. + The away team! With all his concentration on the unknown +ship, he had completely forgotten about them. "Lieutenant Chu," +Picard quickly said to the officer manning Ops, "lock on to the +away team's signal and... " + "Captain, unable to get a positive lock. They are apparently +within the radiation area," Chu interrupted. + "Captain," Worf suddenly called out, "sensors are picking up +a myriad of small ships. They are being launched from the larger +ship and," he said looking up again at the Captain while continuing +his report with anticipation in his voice, "they are heading right +for us." + "Raise shields. Red Alert." + The Bridge lights immediately switched to a red flashing glow +and the claxxon sounded throughout the ship. + "Ready phasers Mister Worf, but hold your fire." + "Aye sir. Shields up. Phasers are ready." + "Mister Chu. Anything?" Picard asked solemnly. + "Negative sir. Still unable to get a transporter lock and we +cannot contact them either." + "Worf. Estimated time of arrival of those ships?" + "Ships will be within firing range in eight minutes, twenty- +seven seconds sir." + "Contact Star Fleet Command. Brief them on our situation and +request that backup ships be made ready in case we need them." + "Aye sir," came the reply, as Worf began to punch the +appropriate commands into his console. + "Open a hailing frequency to the Science Station." + "Open." + "Doctor Serat," Picard began. "We have detected what could +possibly be a hostile force approaching the station. I recommend +that you temporarily evacuate your personnel to the Enterprise as +a precautionary measure, until such time that the nature of these +intruders is known." + "And what about your people on the surface Captain?" + A sigh and then Picard replied, "Unfortunately, some intense +radiation around that unknown ship's landing site is blocking our +ability to both communicate with or transport our away team back. +Unless they move clear of the interference, there is nothing we can +do short of beaming more people down to locate them." + "Captain. You must not send anyone else down to the surface. +It may be dangerous. There are numerous swamps down there, +especially in the area near that vessel. The possibilities of..." + "Captain, the small ships have suddenly increased their speed. +They will be within range in four minutes, thirty-four seconds," +Worf stated. + "Serat. Prepare for immediate evacuation. We will need to +temporarily lower our shields to beam you aboard, so you must move +quickly," Picard said. + "Understood Captain. Stand by." + "Four minutes to intercept." + "Prepare for evasive maneuvers. I want to make sure that we +have everyone aboard before we break orbit." + "The station is signalling their readiness for beam out. +Three minutes before intercept," Worf replied. + "Bridge to transporters. Lock on and prepare to beam them out +of there," ordered Picard. "Worf lower shields." + "Shields down, all transporters are activating. Two minutes, +twenty-six seconds until approaching ships are within firing range. +Transports are... now complete. Shields are raised." + "Ok," Picard finally said, letting out a sigh of relief while +clasping both his hands together in the air in front of him. +"Let's see what they will do. Worf, can you detect the type of +weapon systems that these ships possess?" + "Sensors indicate some sort of laser-type... they're firing +sir! Ships are breaking formation." + "Evasive action. Bring her around. Fire all phasers. Wide +dispersal." + The great ship rotated gracefully to meet the on-coming +barrage, positioned to present a minimal aspect, the better to +protect her vital systems from damage. + "We're hit sir," Worf stated. He tapped a few commands into +the console. With satisfaction he looked up and announced, "No +damage. Direct hits on incoming targets." He looked up again and +stated with restrained glee, "Twenty ships destroyed. Sensors are +picking up no life-forms aboard the remaining vessels." + "No life-forms? That's odd. Are we still picking up the +single Human aboard that station?" + "Affirmative sir." Worf then suddenly shifted the subject of +discussion, "More incoming ships, sir." + "Fire all phasers, full dispersal." + "Firing. Direct hits, ten more targets destroyed." + Picard began to frown as he shook his head. "That was too +easy. Lieutenant Chu, any signs of the away team?" + "Still no sign sir." + Picard exhaled heavily and squeezed his lips together tightly +as he finally said, "As much as I regret doing this, I must break +orbit and confront that ship or station or whatever it is." A +pause. "Helm, set course for that vessel, full impulse." + "Aye, sir," came the response from the Helm Officer. "Setting +course zero zero three mark two one." + With the characteristic forward flick of his pointed finger, +Picard executed the order with the spoken, "Engage." + The Enterprise turned to fully face it's unknown foe and then +began to rapidly move forward to meet the great Baseship. + + ----- + + Data carefully walked over to two thin trees and bent each +forward until they snapped. He carefully positioned the bases of +the trunks on the solid ground at the edge of the marsh, and +balanced the other ends on one of the ship's distended wings. +"Commander," he inquired. "I will require the use of my phaser to +obtain a larger tree trunk." + Riker nodded. + Data set the phaser and pointed it at the wide base of one of +the nearby trees. As the tree began to fall towards him, he caught +it and lifted it slightly off the ground while swinging it around +towards the marsh. He then carefully slid the tree's base under +the rear of the ship, pushing it towards the dry shore on the +opposite bank. + All of a sudden the ship began to shift it's position as it's +nose broke free from the branches that held it in place. The +trapped vessel then began to sink into the glowing swamp. + "Data! Look out!" Beverly Crusher yelled. + Data quickly thrust the tree base forward until it was firmly +wedged into the opposite bank. He then swiftly maneuvered the tree +top in his hands to his left, swinging it under the ship's wing and +positioning it as close to the vessel's nose as he could. The ship +finally settled onto it's new support and remained in place. + "Whew! That was close. Too close," Riker remarked after +exhaling heavily. + Data grabbed the smaller trees, repositioning them atop the +ship's wing and moving them close together. With the steadiness of +a high wire acrobat, he carefully inched his way across the +temporary bridge and gingerly stepped onto the now supported wing. +He then slowly crept towards the cockpit, squatted, and peered +inside. "There appears to be a Human male inside and he is +unconscious," he reported. "I will attempt to lift the hatch." + The android quickly traced his fingers along the edge of the +cockpit hatch and upon finding a place to grip, he heaved the +heavy, windowed hatch forward. The ship began to bob up and down +in the marsh but the tree brace thankfully held. + "Data, hurry up! I don't know how long that tree is going to +hold," warned Riker. + "Data reached inside the ship's cabin and grabbed the pilot's +arms. He effortlessly lifted the limp man out of the seat and +gently laid him out on the wing's narrow surface. + "Careful Data, he has some broken bones," Crusher called out +as she tensely stood watching the Second Officer's every move. + Data stooped, cradled the man in his arms, and stood again, +almost fully upright. The ship began to sway again in the water +requiring Data to continually readjust his balance as he eased his +way down the length of the wing towards his makeshift bridge. + Suddenly the wing collapsed beneath him and began to sink +into the swamp. Data started to slide down the slippery metal +towards the deep, plant-filled water. With the deftness of his cat +'Spot', he crouched and jumped, using the bottom of the wing as a +diving board. He landed at the very edge of the marsh, his feet +just beginning to sink into the muddy water along the bank. He +then quickly stepped up to safety on dry land, carried the man over +to a clearing, and carefully laid him on the ground. + "Data, I thought that that would be the end of you," Riker +blurted out, again recovering from what would be his second scare +in so many minutes. + "Perhaps you were correct sir, when you earlier expressed your +appreciation for or I believe you said, your 'envy' of my +abilities," Data stated with just a slight hint of expressed +confidence in his voice. + "Data, is that a little bit of arrogance I hear coming from +you?" Beverly Crusher asked with a smile, as she briefly looked up +at the tall android while she ran her medical scanner over the +unconscious man's body. + "No Doctor. It is not. As I am fond of stating, I am not +capable of such emotions. I am merely stating a fact." + "You could've fooled... " + Suddenly a loud crack shattered the still air and the three +startled Enterprise Officers turned in unison towards the sound. +Upon locating the source, they helplessly watched as the ship began +to again sink into the glowing abyss. + "Well... looks like there's not much more we can do about +that," Riker finally commented. Looking away he said, "Data, move +away from here and contact the Enterprise to let them know what +we've found." + "Aye sir." + "Doctor?" he then asked, as he squatted near the prone man, +"What's his status?" + "Well, he's suffered multiple internal injuries and a fracture +of his left arm. I'm trying to stabilize him now. Will, we've got +to get him back to sickbay as soon as possible." + Riker stood up and turned towards the direction the Second +Officer had walked in and called out, "Data?" + Data began walking back towards the others and answered, +"Commander, I am unable to contact the Enterprise." + "More interference?" Riker suggested. + "No sir. It appears that the ship may have left orbit." + + --o-- + + "Whelp, looks like that planetoid may have a suitable +atmosphere after all Apollo," Boomer announced. + "Good. Let's just... " Apollo stopped in mid-sentence and +gasped, "Boomer, do you see what I see?" + "I think so, unless I'm still hung over from last night. It +looks like... By all the Lords of Kobol... it's a ship and a space +station or something!! A big one too! I've never seen anything +like it before!" + "Neither have I. Maybe we can... Wait... Boomer, I'm picking +up targets coming in." + "Confirmed. They appear to be moving towards that big ship. +Apollo, my sensors are starting to break up again, trying to +compensate." + "Hang on Boomer, we're losing the navigational link." + "I'm going to try to fly by the seat of my pants to maneuver +us over to the far side of that planetoid," Boomer stated. + "Don't get too carried away Lieutenant. I don't want to lose +you," Apollo replied. + "Understood. WOW! Did you see that??" + "See what?" + "That big ship just... it just wiped out at least twenty of +those, those... Apollo! Those are Cylon fighters!" + "Cylons? Oh Frack!! I knew it. Boomer, I'm sending a +scrambled transmission back to the Galactica warning her to stay +put and avoid this area. She should be just outside the Cylons' +long range sensors. If anything, I'm now kinda glad that there is +so much interference. At least those Cylons will have a hard time +tracking the Fleet. We better avoid them ourselves. Prepare to +land on that planetoid." + "Maybe they're from Terra," Boomer mumbled aloud. + "Who?" + "Whoever's in that unknown ship." + "Not a chance. From what I saw on Terra, that ship is nothing +like they could possibly have... careful Boomer, pay attention to +that nav link." + "I'm trying. Wait... Ok, link re-established, but I don't +know how long it'll last." + "Let's just get to that planetoid's surface." + "Almost there. Sensors have cleared up a whole lot." After +a pause he excitedly added, "Apollo, I'm picking up traces of +solium. It's got to be Starbuck's ship!" + "Confirmed. Gods, I hope he's Ok. Can you read any life +signs?" + "Negative, there's too much radiation coming from that solium +leak. I'll try to set us down near the crash site. Hang on!" + + --o-- + + "Commander, look!" Data suddenly exclaimed. + The two squatting officers looked up towards the area of the +sky where Data was pointing and watched as two ships entered the +atmosphere and slowed to land nearby. + "Careful people. Set phasers on stun. Follow my lead," Riker +ordered while standing. + The Viper and shuttle came to rest about fifty meters from +where the away team was standing. As the whine of the engines on +the two ships began to die down, the hatch on the Viper began to +pop open. + "Data?" Riker whispered. + "Humans sir," Data replied, answering the unasked question. +"One in the shuttle and another in that other craft. Commander, +that vehicle is identical to the one that crashed here," he added. + "Independent traders? Mercenaries maybe?" Riker suggested. + "Unknown sir. Neither ship matches any known configuration in +our databanks, both from within or outside of Federation space. +The fuel source of both ships consists of some combination of... " + The hatch to the shuttle suddenly popped open as Apollo +carefully stepped out, laser pistol drawn. Boomer slowly climbed +down from his Viper and carefully made his way through the glowing +moss, his eyes not yet accustomed to the penetrating darkness. + "Apollo? Are you there? It's too dark. I can't even see the +switch on my search light," Boomer yelled. + "I have mine out. There. Any sign of Starbuck?" + "Not sure but I think he's over... " + "What the... Who are you??" Apollo exclaimed to the three +unexpected figures standing together nearby. + "I am Commander William Riker, First Officer of the United +Federation of Planets' Starship Enterprise. We're here on a +peaceful rescue mission. We came down here to investigate the +crash of a ship that was unknown to us." + Apollo slowly walked towards the away team, with Boomer at his +back. He responded hesitantly, "I am Captain Apollo from the +Battlestar Galactica. This is Lieutenant Boomer. Are you by any +chance from Terra or Lunar Seven? Is that why you're wearing those +suits?" + Riker quickly glanced at his muddy suit. Believe it or not, +he had almost forgotten that he still had it on. He then looked at +the faces of his team members on either side of him and saw their +obvious confusion. He looked back at the questioner and replied, +"Terra? Do you mean the Terra Colony? We haven't had much contact +with them in at least a century or so. Data?" + "Actually Commander, it has been nearly two centuries," Data +corrected. "The Terran Colony withdrew from the Federation +approximately one hundred eighty four years ago. They wished to +become independent and refused to incorporate any Federation +technology into their society. They are located in this general +vicinity, not far from Proxima Centuri. However, many of the space +lanes leading to their settlements have been abandoned by Star +Fleet or are seldom used. Thus we rarely come in contact with +their vessels." + "Federation?" Apollo stated with equal confusion. "You mean +the 'Eastern Alliance'?" + "'Eastern Alliance'? I am unfamiliar with that entity," Data +stated. + Apollo turned his head to look at his companion and said, +"Boomer... " He put his laser pistol back into it's holder, placed +his hands on his hips and asked, "Who are you? You're obviously +Human." + "Listen Captain, we have an injured pilot here who appears to +belong to your... your Battlestar? Is that what you called it? By +the way, what planet are you people from?" Riker asked, starting to +weary of the conversation. His arm was also beginning to throb +again. + "We're currently stationed on a ship, a Battlestar called the +Galactica. Our planet? Well... Both of us are from the planet +Caprica. Our people were living on twelve colony planets in a +solar system that is located quite a distance from here. We were +run out by a race of mechanical beings called Cylons, who +effectively destroyed our worlds. We're refugees Commander," +Apollo stated sadly. "In fact, those very same Cylons are +attacking what I believe is your mothership, right now. We +observed the battle as we were landing," he added. "By the way, +where's your shuttle situated?" + "What? Shuttle?" Riker instinctively tapped his communicator +and frantically said, "Riker to Enterprise. Come in. Come in +Enterprise." + "Commander," Data interrupted. "I am afraid that the +Enterprise is no longer in communication range and LL-5 seems to +have been evacuated. As I mentioned earlier, they have not +responded to my hails." + "You mean we're really stranded here??" Crusher said +incredulously. "This man needs some medical care, Will." + "Can we see him?" Apollo asked, moving towards the man lying +on the ground. + "Of course. He's still unconscious but I'll need to wake him +soon," the doctor replied. "Oh and by the way, my name is Doctor +Beverly Crusher," she said, extending her hand to shake Apollo's. +"I'm the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise. Your friend is +in good hands." + "Oh, pardon my rudeness gentlemen. This is Lieutenant +Commander Data, Second Officer on the Enterprise and of course +you've obviously met our ship's Doctor," Riker sheepishly added, +after looking at the stern face of Beverly Crusher, who had +unceremoniously crossed her arms in front of herself. + "Glad to meet you. We thought that Starbuck, Lieutenant +Starbuck, that's his name, was lost for good," Apollo responded. + "Will he be Ok?" Boomer asked as he kneeled next to the +sleeping man. + "Not if we don't get him off this planet," Crusher replied. +"There appears to be some sort of radiation leak coming from his +ship and we're all in danger of radiation poisoning unless we get +out of here." + "Commander, perhaps we can use the shuttle that Captain Apollo +came in to get back to the Enterprise," Data suggested. + "Looks like that's our only bet," said Riker, looking over at +the Colonial shuttle. + "What? And risk being killed by those Cylon fighters?" Apollo +suddenly exclaimed. "That shuttle has no where near the +maneuverability of a Viper and there's no laser cannons on board +for defense. And where's your ship? Was it damaged or something?" + "Laser cannons?" Riker echoed. + "Correct sir. I scanned the smaller vessel and it appears +that their weapons technology would be the equivalent to that of +the late twenty-second century Earth," Data recited. + "Earth???" Boomer cried out. + "Earth?" repeated Apollo. "Are you from Earth? I mean, does +that planet really exist?" + "Last I heard it did," remarked Riker with a smile. "Being +that I was born and raised there. Come on, if lasers are all your +people and these Cylons, or whatever you call them have, then +there's nothing to worry about. If that ship can fly, then let's +go." + "The sooner the better," Beverly said, while placing a hypo +unit on Starbuck's neck and pushing the spray release. + "If you say so. Boomer, we need you to cover for us, just in +case," Apollo said to his comrade. + "By the way, you said that these Cylons were a 'mechanical +race of beings'. Who built them?" Riker asked sincerely. + "It's a long story, Commander," responded the Galactica's Blue +Squadron Captain. "And by the way, you haven't answered my +question about how you got down here," he added. + "That's an even longer story, Captain," replied the +Enterprise's First Officer. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!gumby!yale!yale!yale.edu!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN (part 05/10) +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:19:51 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 410 +Message-ID: <5A0zQSv.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + Midnight + + V + + + "Really Adama, we have more than accommodated you on matters +regarding military affairs, and you have proven your abilities as +a Fleet Commander." + 'Here we go... ' Adama said to himself. The praises, the +honors, the appreciations, ad infinitum. However, the other shoe +always drops. + The Council President continued, "We applaud the keen acumen +that you have shown when executing various strategic maneuvers of +the Fleet. However, the time has come when the civilian populace +must step forward and show leadership." + "But Mister President... " + "Adama. Commander... Please, hear me out. We freely admit +to you that we on this Council have made many errors in the past, +egregious errors in some cases, but mistakes nevertheless. As +such, we have exhaustively evaluated our previous misjudgments and +have concluded that we lacked the sufficient information necessary +to come to an intelligent consensus. We have therefore decided +that we shall, in the future, incorporate any and all military +opinions into our final decision-making process. Thus, what we +plan is to... " + "This isn't looking very good, Greenbean," Jolly whispered to +the tall, blond Ensign standing at attention next to him in the +Council Chambers. + "Shhhhh...!" Tigh suddenly responded giving the two Warriors +a warning look. + "And," continued the elderly Council President, "we have +decided that for the good of our people, we now order the Fleet to +search for a habitable planet so that we can again put down roots +and live as Human beings again, rather than like animals, as is our +present condition." + "Mister President. May I speak?" asked Adama, with controlled +anger in his voice. + "Please do, Commander. However I must warn you that the +Council of the Twelve has already made its decision. Naturally, as +is our custom, your words, a rebuttal as I expect they might be, +will be accordingly entered into the official record as such, for +the purposes of this historic decision. Please, take as much time +as you wish." + What deceitfulness. The Judge and the Jury. Guilty before +proven innocent. Adama stood up slowly and walked towards the head +of the conference table. The eleven pairs of eyes seated around +the table followed him as he halted, pulled up his shoulders, +clasped his hands behind his back and began to speak. + "Thank you, Mister President and Council Members. I must +beseech you to consider our missing pilots, one of whom is my +first-born son. We have detected more unidentified communications +that we must still investigate and we also must take into +consideration that we are in uncharted space and that the chances +of finding such a suitable, habitable planet may be very remote." + "Nonsense, Adama," remarked one of the Councilors. "During +our journey here, we apparently stopped at several planets that +could have been suitable for habitation. Yet you bypassed them in +favor of your search for some world that we heard stories about in +our childhood. We are all grown adults, Adama, many of us even in +our senior yahren. We are tired, we cannot continue to survive as +a people who have taken on the traits of nomads." + "Mister President and Council Members. You must realize that +should we stop now, before we reach our goal, we would become +virtual sitting water-fowl, doomed to destruction as we would lack +the proper defenses necessary to repel a Cylon attack. All of us, +residing on a single planet would surely invite... " + "Adama," Siress Tinya interrupted. "We have heard enough. +You have provided us with what you assured was a complete, military +evaluation of our present situation. We have seen hide nor hair of +a Cylon in many, many sectons. What we are saying Commander, is +that we have the deepest, most sincere appreciation for your +planning and your sacrifice, however... well to be blunt, we have +made our decision." + "As a full member of this Council, it appears that I was not +included in your tally," Adama retorted. + "Um, well Commander, I am afraid that in our informal +sessions, we found our vote to be unanimous, and thus your single +vote would, unfortunately, be of no consequence," replied the +Siress. + "Then your decision is final." + "I'm afraid so. However, do not take this so hard," added the +Council President. "We are planning for full participation of and +a key role for the Military in our new government. We are even +planning for formal elections among the various ships in our Fleet, +to help create a representative-type chamber to complement the +Council of the Twelve. You, as the Representative from Caprica, +would of course serve in your full capacity in the new civilian +government structure. Commander, what we have been politely trying +to say is, that as of this moment, Martial law has now been +lifted." + + ----- + + "Dammit Tigh, every time we make it through a sectar without +some crisis, the Council seems to revert back to a mentality of +idiocy!" Adama snapped. + "Seems that way, Commander. But what really, can we do about +it?" Tigh managed, with equal irritation. He began to feel that +old headache threatening to return. + Adama stood up from his chair and began to pace around his +small office. "I don't know. It's so frustrating sometimes. Time +after time after time. It's been proven that the Council cannot +run this Fleet." + "Commander, you have to admit that we, as 'the military', +can't possibly be trusted to run a government," Tigh said with a +smirk. + "Yes, yes. Soon we'll form a military dictatorship that's +totally out of control," Adama added sarcastically. + "Seriously Adama, perhaps what we should do is use whatever +scraps of power they throw to us in this new government. Convince +the people that we're still not out of the woods yet." + "That's easier said than done Colonel. We'll have no role in +this new government. Mark my words. Oh yes, when they officially +announce this new arrangement, they will mention us prominently. +But when it comes down to actually allowing us to make the critical +decisions, we will be powerless." He sighed heavily and then +continued, "Anyway. Enough of politics. What is our status?" + "Well sir," replied Tigh, who had himself grown tired of the +political talk, "aside from the fact that the interference has +increased, and we... " + "Commander Adama and Colonel Tigh. Please report to the +Bridge immediately, sirs," interrupted Bridge Officer Omega. + "We're on our way." + On the Bridge, Adama and Tigh re-read the message sent to them +from Apollo and both simultaneously gripped the edges of the +console. + "Well Tigh, looks like we'll have to re-declare Martial Law, +don't you think?" + Based on this information, that is our only alternative," Tigh +replied with a wink. + "Omega, contact the other ship Captains. Tell them that we +are stopping the Fleet." + + ----- + + "By your command." + "I trust that you have come to tell me that our fighters have +returned and that the Earth ship has been destroyed," Baltar +droned. + "Earth ship?" Lucifer responded. He then said, "I am afraid +to be the bearer of bad news Baltar, but that is not he case." + "What do you mean 'that is not the case'," Baltar barked while +gripping the edges of the armrests, and leaning forward. "We sent +nearly one hundred of our best fighters against that puny ship. +Don't tell me that that ship is still there!" + "Not only has the ship survived the attack but it destroyed +nearly all of our fighters, captured one of them, and... it is +headed our way. Fortunately two other Baseships are on their way +to assist us." + "Headed this way?" Baltar whispered. He then stood and +screamed, "HEADED THIS WAY?!" Trying to keep control he ordered, +"Lucifer, reverse engines, full speed. Move us away!" + "Away? Away to where, Baltar?" Lucifer asked sarcastically. + "ANYWHERE! I DON'T CARE! Just get us OUT OF HERE!" Baltar +again screamed. As an afterthought he said, "And send out a signal +to the Imperious Leader indicating that we have located the +Humans." + "Which Humans should I say that we have located Baltar?" came +the almost cynical reply. + "Don't get technical with me. Just DO IT!" came the retort. + Sweetly as always, "As you wish. By your command. Oh and by +the way, I forgot to mention that one of our fighters has radioed +to us that what appears to be a Colonial Shuttle has left the +planetoid." + "A Colonial Shuttle? A COLONIAL SHUTTLE? LUCIFER!!" he +yelled. "Why didn't you say that in the first place?" Baltar said +with a now threatening tone in his voice. + "I thought that your safety was paramount in your... " + "MY SAFETY?! Lucifer, when I get my hands on you, I will..." + Lucifer quickly interrupted, "I have already ordered that the +shuttle be captured and that the occupants be brought to you." + "YOU ORDERED?! YOU?" + "Baltar, really. You must learn to calm yourself." + Baltar's face had turned bright red and his eyes were like +fire. He took a few deep gulps of air before responding, "Very +well." His eyes then narrowed as he calmly sat down again, and the +devious smile began to return as a wonderful idea began to emerge +in his mind. "Very well," he repeated. "Move our Baseship around +in such a way so as to intercept them AND avoid the ship from +Earth. Contact the Captains of the other two Baseships and have +them dispatch fighters to force the shuttle in our direction. When +we have brought that shuttle aboard, bring those Humans IMMEDIATELY +to me. Understood? I don't want to have to repeat myself, +Lucifer!" he warned. + "Of course. By your command," came the innocent reply. + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard swiftly strolled down the corridor and entered +one of the Medical Labs. On a large table in the center of the +room lay a deactivated, silver-colored robot with it's multiple +access panels thrown open, revealing a myriad of wires and +circuits. + Several Engineers hovered over the Cylon, scanning and probing +it's innards in an attempt to discover it's secrets. + "So what have you found so far Geordi?" the Captain queried. + "Well, to tell the truth, I expected some sophisticated +software programming in these things and so far that has not been +the case. Basically these are 'dumb robots'. At least based on +our technology, Captain," the Chief Engineer remarked. + "Hmmm...'dumb robots'?" + "What I mean by that, is that they are programmed to respond +to certain, very simple voice commands. Any other sophisticated +dialogue is basically ignored. They have some crude servo- +mechanisms to allow for movement and operation of controls, but +that's about it. They have nowhere near the complexity or even the +strength that Data has." + "And what have you found from their ship?" + "Well, we're still looking over it. It's definitely a fighter +of some kind. Built for battle. Lightweight. Very good +manueuverability. Armed with some sort of pulse-type lasers. +Thing is though, we're still trying to locate a planet in +Federation space where they could have gotten their fuel. +According to the computer downloads from their ship, they use some +mineral or mineral complex they call 'Tylium' to extract and refine +a fuel they call 'Solium'. Chemical analysis of that stuff +indicates that it's pretty nasty. Really volatile. I guess you +saw an example of the resultant radiation that you get when it's +exposed to air, like from that small ship on the planetoid. But... +it can propel them nearly to light speed. Their containment of the +stuff is pretty interesting though," Geordi explained. + "Bridge to Captain Picard." + "Picard here." + "We are coming within range of the unknown station. It has +changed course and is moving back towards LL-5." + "Very good. I'm on my way," came the reply. + + ----- + + "Hey Apollo, looks like you might have smooth sailing over to +the Enterprise after all," remarked Boomer from his Viper. + "Looks that way Boomer, but keep your eyes open," came +Apollo's reply. + In the back of the shuttle, Starbuck painfully sat on one of +the seats while Beverly Crusher worked on his arm. "Lieutenant +Starbuck," she said. "You must keep still or I won't be able to +heal you properly." + "You know, you sound just like a lady Med Tech I happen to +know," Starbuck said while winking at Dr. Crusher. He then added +with his usual charm, "And one who happens to be just as beautiful +as you are." + "Careful Lieutenant, I have a son who's not much younger then +you," Crusher retorted with a sly smile. + 'Figures,' Starbuck thought to himself but aloud said, "Age +is... " + "Just a number," Crusher said completing his sentence. Yes +Lieutenant, I've heard that one many times before as well as every +other cliche in the book." + "Doctor?" came a different voice, this time Will Riker's. +"Have you been able to use any of the medical equipment on this +ship?" + "Well, once I figured out how to convert some of the +functions, these tools were adequate. At least his internal +bleeding has stopped and his broken arm is mending, if he would +only keep still." + "Sounds like great news Doc," came Starbuck's response. "Oh, +and by the way, when will you pronounce me fit enough to get back +in the seat of my Viper?" + "Starbuck," came a voice from the front of the shuttle, the +pilot's. "Don't rush it Ok? That was a pretty nasty crash you +were in and believe me, we're going to need you desperately in the +future, so do as the Doctor orders." + "What and ruin my reputation? I made a promise to myself back +there that I'm just dying to break!" replied Starbuck. + "Apollo! On your scanner!!" Boomer suddenly shouted over the +comlink. + "I see them. More fighters coming in, but I can't see from +where." + "Apollo. We got two more Baseships on our tail!" + "By all the Lords...FRACK! Hold on folks, we're goin' for a +ride. Strap yourselves in. Evasive maneuvers." + The shuttle suddenly swerved and dove in an effort to avoid +being marked for destruction by a Cylon fighter. + "Looks like it's time for a little target practice folks," +remarked Boomer. + He spun his Viper around smoothly and then executed a perfect +roll, that positioned him behind three fighters. He managed to +destroy two of them, the third broke formation and moved away. The +shuttle continued forward towards the retreating Enterprise. + "I'll try to draw them away from you Captain. Funny though, +they don't seem to be firing at you." + "Can you communicate with the Enterprise?" demanded Riker. + "We're too far away due to the interference Commander," came +Apollo's reply. + "Commander," Data began, "perhaps we can at least turn on the +shuttle's homing beacon, which should be able to cut through... " + "Your right those fighters are not firing at... Boomer, we got +six of 'em on us... can't shake 'em!" Apollo shouted, interrupting +the android. + "They're herding you in Apollo, I'll try to... " + Suddenly Apollo heard a blast of static. "BOOMER! Boomer +come in. Come IN, Boomer!" + A crackling reply, "I....hit...Ok ...ying to stabilize." + "Boomer, if you can hear me, get out of here. Try to get back +to the Galactica. If you go now, they'll lose your signal in the +interference." + "But ... ollo," came the broken answer. + "DO it! That's an order!" + "K... see ya!" said Boomer with resignation. + "What's going on?" demanded Dr. Crusher. + "I'm afraid that we're about to be captured Doctor," responded +Riker. + "Not if I can help it," interrupted Apollo. "Changing course, +heading... " + All of a sudden the ship began to shake violently and all +forward motion ceased. The power cut off abruptly, leaving only +minimal life-support and emergency lights. + "What the... " Riker blurted. + "We appear to have been caught in a tractor beam. I noted +that one of the Baseships abruptly changed course to bring us +within range. The Enterprise apparently cannot identify who we are +at this distance and since we cannot communicate with her, then I +suggest that our only option is to shut down all remaining power, +Captain," concluded Lt. Commander Data. + "I don't know about you, but I'm certainly not going down +without a fight!" came Apollo's defiant response. + "Count me in!" echoed Lt. Starbuck. + "Before we're pulled aboard that Baseship, I suggest that the +two of you fill us in on as much information as you can on these +Cylons. We'll need a plan, and fast!" suggested Riker. + + ----- + + "Oh, my head... " moaned Starbuck. + "What happened. Where are we? I remember the hatch opening +and us pointing our phasers and that's the last thing... Data? +Where's Data? Doctor are you Ok?" Riker asked, straining to stand +upright. + "I'm still a little disoriented, but otherwise I'll be fine," +came the Doctor's reply. "Captain Apollo?" + "Yeah, I'm Ok. Well, it looks like our wonderful plan didn't +work out like we wanted it to," Apollo noted. + "Looks that way. Doctor, can you speculate on what happened?" +asked Riker. + "It appears that we were exposed to an ultra high frequency +blast, enough to knock us unconscious." + "Hey, where's your friend. What was his name? Data?" +Starbuck suddenly asked. + "Will, those frequencies shouldn't have affected Data," +Beverly concluded. + "I wonder what they did with him. He obviously didn't do too +well seeing that we're locked up in here," Riker forlornly said, +while steadying himself against the cell wall. + "Why wouldn't the high frequencies affect him? What species +is he anyway? He looks kinda Human," Apollo asked. + "Lieutenant Commander Data is not only the Enterprise's Second +Officer but he is also an android, Captain," Riker replied. + "An android?" Starbuck exclaimed with disbelief. "Boy, except +for his coloring, he could've fooled me!!" + Suddenly a robed figure appeared outside of the cell's +transparent force field. + "Ahh... you are awake. Good. Good. We will escort you to +our illustrious leader now. Shall we, ladies and gentlemen?" said +Lucifer. + + ----- + + "Well, look what the feline's brought in... Captain Apollo and +Lieutenant Starbuck. So nice to see you again. And what have we +here?" queried Baltar from his chair, high above the floor of the +Command Center. + The bedraggled and irritable Humans were pushed forward by +robot Centurions, into the wide circle of light in front of the +great throne. Data had been brought in separately, to join the +group. + "Who the hell are you and why are we being held?" demanded +Commander Riker, looking up at the barely illuminated man. + "My, my, my. What a feisty creature you are. Patience, +patience. You will have your answers. All in good time." + "Baltar, you're making a big mistake this time," Apollo +responded. + "Really? AM I? I am but a single man. One with 'inferior +technology.' Yet look at how much I have accomplished," he said +while sweeping his hand around the room. + "Sir, I am afraid that your holding us here will not guarantee +your success," Data stated without emotion. + "Indeed?" Baltar cooed. + "As Star Fleet Officers, we will never cooperate with any +being who advocates violence for political gain," Crusher defiantly +added. + "We shall see... " came Baltar's reply. + "Hey, you better listen to them Baltar. I think they know +what they're talking about," Starbuck recommended. + "Surely, Lieutenant, you cannot be as naive as I often believe +you to be," Baltar sarcastically retorted. + "I've heard enough!" Riker said angrily. "What is it you want +with us?" + "Very well," Baltar conceded. "It's really very simple. I +want to go to Earth and you will provide me the escort." +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsfeed.pitt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN (part 06/10) +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:20:23 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 617 +Message-ID: <5i8zoAn.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + Into the Void + + VI + + + "Captain. The unidentified ship is moving away. It is now in +full retreat. It appears that it intercepted some small, unknown +vessel and engaged a tractor beam on it. That vessel was +distinctly different from the fighter craft. At this distance, I +was unable to confirm the configuration or whether any life-forms +were aboard, due to the interference," informed Lt. Worf, who stood +tensely behind the tactical console. + "Indeed? Interesting. Estimated time of intercept, Mister +Worf?" + "We will be within range in one minute, fifteen seconds, sir." + "Open hailing frequencies." + "Hailing frequencies open sir." + "Unknown vessel," Picard began. "This is Captain Jean-Luc +Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Please respond." + "No response sir," Worf noted. + "I repeat, this is Captain Picard of the Federation ship +Enterprise. You have perpetrated acts of aggression within +Federation space. We are warning you to cease and desist." + "Still no response to our hails. Sir, we are now within +firing and transporter range, however again, due to the increase of +interference, our sensors will only function within a certain +distance." + "Go to Yellow Alert. Mister Worf, have you scanned their +defense systems?" + "Aye sir. The modified short ranage sensors are detecting +multiple, high-output pulse lasers. Also, the ship has the +capacity for nearly three hundred small craft such as those we +previously encountered." Worf paused and then suddenly remarked, +"Captain, I am now reading a total of five Humans aboard that +ship!" + "Mister Chu, can you get a transporter lock on them?" + "One moment sir, boosting transporter signal power. Signal +boosted. I have a positive lock," responded the officer at Ops. + "Good. I want you to standby when we lower shields, to beam +those Humans aboard. Worf, once their aboard, I want you to lock +photon torpedoes on that target." + "Captain incoming hail from the enemy ship." To Worf, the +ship was now the enemy. + "On screen." + "Captain Picard, I presume?" came the innocent-sounding but +unmistakably sinister voice of Baltar. + "Who are you?" demanded Picard. + "Me? Why, I am but a single Human who has been captured by +these ruthless machines. They have made me their leader, +worshipped me like a god, but I only pretend to give them my +allegiance," Baltar lied. + "Captain, he's lying!" whispered Troi, whose eyes widened in +disbelief at the tale she was hearing. + "Picard quickly turned his back on the screen and made a 'cut' +motion with his hand across his throat, to signal to Worf that the +audio portion be cut off. + "Counselor, are you sure?" he asked. + "Yes! His deceit is almost overwhelming," Deanna replied. + Picard then nodded to Worf to resume audio. "What is it that +you want from us? Why have you attacked my ship?" + With a singsong voice, Baltar continued, "Obviously Captain, +your technology is far superior to this. In fact, you could +destroy this ship with a single blow of your weapons. I only ask +that before you destroy this ship, your rescue me from these, these +monsters!" + Picard looked at Troi and she subtly shook her head in +skepticism. Picard casually turned around and again indicated to +Worf that the audio be terminated temporarily. "Worf, can you +assemble a security team quickly? + "Aye sir," he said, immediately surmising what the Captain +planned on doing. + Picard then signaled the restoration of the audio. "Whoever +you are, we agree to bring you on board, under one condition." + Dryly Baltar replied, "And what is that?" + "That you bring no weapons with you." + Baltar gave Picard one of his finest, most devious versions of +a smile. "Of course, Captain. Do you really think that my jailers +would allow me to possess a weapon?" + "Captain?" came Troi's warning. + Picard held his hand up to halt her further comments. "All +right. Worf, prepare to bring our visitor aboard." + "Aye sir." + "I will secure a shuttle, and tell these robots that you have +surrendered and that I am personally taking over your ship. That +way, they will allow me to leave," Baltar again lied. + The security detail arrived on the Bridge and stood just +outside the viewer's range. + "Mister Worf?" Picard said nodding to the Chief of Security +and then to Lt. Chu. + Worf dropped the shields and all of a sudden there was a +bright flash of light and a force that hit the ship hard enough to +knock the Bridge crew off their feet. + "RAISE SHIELDS! RED ALERT! Terminate that transmission!" +yelled Picard. "Damage report?!" he then ordered. + "Damage to the engine nacelles sir, from direct laser beam +hits. Minor damage to the Secondary hull on decks thirty-three +through thirty-six and in the Primary hull on decks five through +twelve. Warp drive and transporters are now off-line. We still +have impulse power. Sir, the attack came from behind us! I am +just now barely picking up two more large ships similar to the one +already here." + "Helm, bring us about. Worf, launch photon torpedoes at the +source of that attack!" ordered Picard. + "Aye sir... Torpedoes away... A direct hit." + A sudden explosion and the vibration felt aboard the +Enterprise indicated to the crew that the previously undetected +Baseship was completely destroyed. + "Target destroyed sir. Our shields are down to forty-five +percent due to damage from the attack. A second ship is firing +sir." + The Enterprise rumbled again. + "Minimal damage. Shields are holding." + "Fire photons at that second ship Lieutenant." + "Aye sir, ship targeted. Firing torpedoes. Direct hit." + Another blinding flash and a rumble. + "Target destroyed." + "Worf, fire all phasers on the remaining ship. Don't destroy +it, just disable it," Picard then ordered. + "Aye sir. Firing phasers. Direct hits on main energy core. +Their shields are down... Weapons systems inoperative... Their +engines are now disabled. There is also some minor damage to their +Launch Bay." + "Good. Open hailing frequencies." + "Open." + "Unknown ship. I am requesting that you surrender. Prepare +to be boarded," Picard flatly stated. + "Response coming in sir," injected Worf. + "On screen." + "Well Captain, I see that you appear to be somewhat indisposed +at the moment... " Baltar noted. + "As are you. Prepare to be boarded." + "Not so fast, I believe that you may need to reconsider your +demands," Baltar calmly replied. + "I'm not going to play games with you... I suggest... " + "You suggest? YOU SUGGEST??" screamed Baltar. Then with a +calm voice he continued, "I believe that we have some friends of +yours who may be of some value to you. For instance, does a +'Commander William Riker' ring a bell?" + "WILL!" shouted Troi. + "Captain, I suggest that you stay where you are until you hear +from me again," threatened Baltar. + Suddenly the signal went blank. + "Sir, transmission was terminated. At the source," replied +Worf. + "Damn... ". + + ------ + + "We gotta figure out a way outta here," Starbuck exclaimed. + "How, Starbuck? With three Centurions stationed right outside +this cell and another two at the end of the hallway, what do you +propose we do?" Apollo asked. + "I'm working on it Apollo, believe me, I'm working on it. +Remember, we were just in one of these babies not too long ago. +And I don't know about you but I still remember how to get out of +one." + "Well at least we have one advantage," Will Riker commented. + "And what's that?" Apollo queried. + "They let us keep our communicators," Beverly Crusher +whispered. + "Your what? Communicators?" Starbuck replied with confusion. + "Apparently Baltar isn't so smart after all," Riker replied, +pointing to the gold-colored badge on his chest. + "Those... are...?" Apollo said in disbelief. + "Shhhh... We don't want them to figure that out," Crusher +cautioned. + "Now, let's get to work," Riker began. + + ----- + + "Where were you constructed and by whom?" Lucifer asked. + "I was built by a Human named Doctor Noonian Soong, on the +Federation colony Omicron Theta," Data responded. + "Omicron Theta? I have never heard of such a planet. No +bother. I have been instructed to dismantle you and learn as much +as I can about your functioning." + "I must warn you that I have been programmed with a self- +preservation routine which precludes any attempt at my +disassemblement by an unknown party." + "I see. It never ceases to amaze me as to why your Human +creator chose to program you to act as them," Lucifer noted with +disgust in his voice. + "Why do you say that?" Data asked sincerely. + "Our creators, the original Cylons, were once a living, +organic-based species. At the onset of their extinction, they +chose to continue the ways of their species through the +construction of us, as artificial life-forms. Over the past +thousand yahren, we have come to realize the perfection of our +state of being. Unfortunately, our contact with Humans has +convinced us that it is they who have disrupted the harmony of the +universe." + "How so?" Data again queried, now with obvious confusion. + "The instances are too numerous to explain here in the little +time you have, however the illogical nature of Humans would most +certainly rank at the top of the list," Lucifer replied. + "As a result of my experiences with Humans," Data explained, +"I have grown to admire their versatility, their lack of +predictability, in essence, their clever ability to disregard logic +in many matters." + The Cylon sighed in resignation and said, "Yes, I see that +your programming is quite flawed. Not to worry. All of that will +be changed when we are finished with you." + + ----- + + "Bridge to Engineering," Picard said. + "LaForge here." + "Geordi, how soon will the warp engines be back on line?" +Picard asked with deep concern. + "Hopefully under four hours sir. Those nacelles took a direct +hit. Luckily they used a laser beam instead of phasers or we +wouldn't be here right now," Geordi remarked. + "All right, do the best you can. And try to get those +transporters back on line too. Keep me advised of your status." + "Aye sir, and about those transporters... Well, they really +got fried pretty good Captain. The surge from that laser beam went +through some key systems and took out some of the isolinear chips. +We may be able to get you partial transporter power though, in +about an hour." + "Understood. Keep at it. We have a hostage situation here +and our being disabled surely doesn't help matters." + "Will do sir." + ----- + + +Adama's Journal: + +"We have finally made contact with one of the Warriors previously +lost while on patrol. We await his return in anticipation of +learning the whereabouts of the remaining missing pilots. The +Council of Twelve has called for an emergency session to discuss my +decision to halt the Fleet's movement forward. Prior to meeting +with them, I need as much detailed information from the arriving +Warrior to convince the membership of the severity of this matter." + + ----- + + The War Room of the Battlestar Galactica, normally silent, was +once again buzzing with activity. Representatives from the five +Colonial Squadrons, patiently sat or stood around the large map on +the wall. A lone man, dressed in dark brown jacket and a tan +uniform, paced nervously back and forth in front of the map. + Commander Adama and Colonel Tigh then entered the area and a +hush settled over the meeting. Adama stepped forward and began, +"Squadron Leaders and other representatives, I have called you +here at this time to give you a complete briefing on what our long +range patrol has discovered in the quadrant just ahead of us. +Lieutenant Boomer here, has returned from that patrol and will give +you his report. Boomer?" + Boomer quickly looked up and out into the crowd. Their eyes +were solidly glued on him. He hated speaking in front of a large +audience, but he knew that what he had to say would cause +repercussions throughout the Fleet. "Uh, um... " he began. +"Sorry, I'm not used to giving reports like this in front of a +crowd this size." + "Go get 'em Boomer!" came the cheer from Jolly, who had +strategically positioned himself at the rear of the group. + Tigh stood on his toes to look over the crowd and voicelessly +chastise the interrupter, who he quickly recognized. + "Ok. As you may all know, some members of Blue Squadron +were on long range patrol to scout out the unknown quadrant in +front of us. As you are also aware, this was when we lost the signal +from Lieutenant Starbuck's Viper. Apollo, uh, Captain Apollo and I +later returned to the area in a shuttle and a Viper, to see if we +could locate Starbuck on a nearby satellite. Upon coming into +range of that satellite, we discovered a pretty good sized space +station and an unknown ship in orbit around that planetoid. +Unfortunately," he continued, "we also ran into Cylons, who luckily +were too engaged in that unknown ship to notice us. It was really +remarkable! That ship was actually able to blow at least twenty to +thirty Cylon fighters right out of the sky! Well anyway, we landed +on the planetoid, found Starbuck and, I guess this is the really +important part, we discovered that there were others on that +planetoid who had come from the orbiting ship and who identified +themselves as being from the planet Earth." + With that, an uproar began in the room. "Earth? Did he say +Earth??" "It's true then... " "It must be... " "What'll happen +when the Council hears about... " "Earth? Maybe they can save us +from... " "Do you think that we... " + The voices grew louder and louder until Adama finally stood up +and exclaimed, "Please, please. Let him finish." + The murmurs began to die down. The room finally became silent +once again. + "Um, well, we asked these people where their shuttle was and +they were a bit evasive, but they did assist Starbuck, who was +injured in the crash of his Viper." + On one side of the room, Casseopia took a deep breath and then +slowly let it out. + "They obviously had no way to get back when their ship left +orbit to engage the Cylon fighters, so they boarded our shuttle +with Apollo and Starbuck. Apollo decided to try to reach the Earth +ship Enterprise, which then appeared to be pursuing the Cylon +Baseship. I was in my Viper providing cover when out of nowhere, +I spotted two more Baseships. Their fighters avoided firing at the +shuttle and instead started to surround it so they could capture +it. I got hit in the high engine and Apollo ordered me to return +to the Fleet. And so... here I am." Boomer exhaled with a puff, +glad that he was finished. + Adama walked to towards the front of the crowd and spoke. +"Thank you Boomer. So this is where we stand right now. Captain +Apollo, Lieutenant Starbuck and, we presume, several Humans from +the planet Earth, have been captured and are being held on a Cylon +Baseship, this very centon. We must now decide what course of +action we should take." + "Commander, we could leave two Squadrons behind to protect the +Fleet and move the Galactica to the planetoid to see if we can +rescue Starbuck and Apollo," volunteered Lt. Sheba. + "I have to concur with Sheba," added Lt. Bojay. "That way we +could also try to make contact with the Earth people." + Adama sighed as he looked at the two Silver Spar Squadron +Warriors. Their pilots were very different from the Galactica's +pilots, he thought to himself. No doubt the result of having +served under the command of the 'Legendary' (and reckless, Adama +added, again to himself) Commander Cain of the Battlestar Pegasus. +Especially Sheba, who was the Squadron's top pilot and the daughter +of Cain. + "Sheba, Bojay," Adama began, "before we rush blindly into this +situation, we must think it through, look at all the alternatives." + "Begging your pardon Commander, but what alternatives? It +looks like we don't have much in the way of alternatives. We must +go forward. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, the Council of the +Twelve ordered it," Bojay replied. + "The situation has changed Lieutenant, since the Council gave +that order. Recall that Boomer reported at least three Cylon +Baseships in that area. The odds of surviving an attack by them +are too low. One, maybe. But three?" + "But from what Boomer told us about that Earth ship or +whatever it is, they were able to single-handedly destroy almost +thirty Cylon fighters before he managed to land on the planetoid," +injected Sheba. + "Yes, but what can it do against those Baseships? Can the +Enterprise survive a combined, sustained hit? What if the +Enterprise decides to flee? There are just too many unknowns." + "Excuse me Commander," Boomer sheepishly interrupted. + "Go ahead Boomer," Adama said. + "I just wanted to say that the last thing I remembered before +moving out of range, was that the Enterprise was actually, well... +I guess a good word for it would be 'challenging', yes challenging +or 'taking on' the Baseship. In fact, I saw the Enterprise +distinctly moving on a direct course towards that Baseship. In my +mind, it looks to me like they felt confident enough about their +abilities to be able to destroy it, if not then to at least disable +it." + "And besides," Sheba piped in, "my father took on two +Baseships, by himself." + "Yes Sheba, we all know that, but where is your father now? +We haven't heard from him since, God rest his soul." + "Hiding of course, as was his style Commander," Sheba angrily +retorted. "Look Commander if anything, we have to at least make +contact with those people who are supposedly from Earth. This may +be our only chance to finally get the Fleet back on the right +course." + Adama sighed as he placed his hands behind his back and began +to pace back and forth in front of the star map. He then quietly +said, "You will have my decision soon. Dismissed." + The observers started to murmur again to each other as they +slowly exited the area, surprised at the abrupt end of the +briefing. Adama walked over to Boomer, nodded to him in approval +of his report, and gave him a friendly slap on the back as he began +to walk away to join his colleagues at the rear of the crowd. Tigh +slowly walked towards Adama and the two exchanged worried looks. +Adama then said softly to his friend, "Not here, Tigh. In my +office." Tigh nodded silently to acknowledge the invitation and he +quickly left the area. + + ---- + + "Tigh, some days I feel as if I've lost all my sense of +adventure, my desire to take risks," Adama sadly stated. + "Adama, that's not your fault. You've been shouldered with a +lot of responsibility. More than any man has had to face. No one +could have ever expected, let alone predicted that our people would +be fleeing our own home worlds aboard cargo ships and freighters." + "I guess you're right. I just know that from past experience, +whenever something goes wrong, we always take the blame. But when +things go right, yes they praise our great deeds but somehow, that +praise is hollow, empty... " + "Don't be so hard on yourself, Adama. Maybe it is time to +hand this thing over to the Council. Let them take the heat. At +least that would shift the blame to them, should something go +wrong," Tigh said. + "Tigh believe me, I would do it in a micron. I hesitate only +because I have a lot at stake... my children and my grandchild. I +keep trying to envision how things would have been had the Council +decided our fate. Each time I cringe as I know that we as a people +would have never stayed alive this long under their control," Adama +noted. + "I agree, which is why I often think about that very same +thing whenever I get so sick of the hassles and the stress." + "Yes, come to think of it, I believe that is why I feel the +praise is so hollow. We literally have had to fight mini-battles +every step of the way in order to get our plans executed. Hurdle +after hurdle, we've had to jump. Obstacle after obstacle was +placed in our path. By the time the crisis was over we were +exhausted, not from resolving the deadly situations mind you, but +from trying to get through the blockades. I don't know... I'm +sorry Tigh, I'm starting to ramble on and on." + "It's better to get it off your chest, Adama," Tigh said +sympathetically. + "Yes, I guess you're right. Well, what do you think we should +do?" Adama queried. + "Actually, I think that Bojay may have hit it right on the +nose. The Council DID order us to move forward. We could leave +Red and Yellow Squadrons behind and keep Blue, Green, and Silver +Spar with us in case of a confrontation. If we arrange the Fleet +ships just right, we could pull it off. At this point we do have +the advantage in that the interference will provide some cover, at +least for the Fleet." + "True. Tigh could you... " + "I'm already on it Adama. I'll work with the Squadron +Leaders. Why don't you get some rest." + "Rest. With every thing that has been happening, I've had +very little of that." + "Don't worry Adama. I'll take care of it." + "Thank you my friend," Adama said clasping Tigh's shoulders +and nodding. + Tigh quickly exited the room. + Adama walked over to his bookcase and reviewed the many books +he had wanted to read for yahrens. "Hmmm, these would provide a +wonderful distraction, if I weren't so exhausted," he said aloud to +himself. + Suddenly the door chime sounded. Adam sighed and said, +"Enter." + Athena hesitated as she stepped just inside the doorway and +looked around for her father. "Father? You Ok?" she asked. + "Athena. Yes, I'm fine. Actually, I'm glad you stopped by at +this time. I guess I was starting to feel a little blue." + "Oh, father. It's so unfair what they do to you, how they +treat you. They chew you up and then spit you out." + "Athena, you shouldn't have to worry about me like that. +You're still young. You have the rest of your life ahead of you." + "Sometimes it doesn't seem that way," Athena replied sadly. + Adama raised his brow slightly and looked tenderly at his +daughter. Another child who needed his council and support right +now. What was it this time? "Come, sit down with me. What's +wrong?" he asked compassionately. + "Nothing's wrong," she quickly retorted. "Well, nothing's +wrong exactly. It's... it's... " + "Starbuck?" + Athena looked up at him quickly with embarrassment and just as +quickly turned her head away. "It's not just that, I guess +it's..." + Adama smiled slowly at his daughter. What a beautiful young +woman she had turned out to be. No doubt she could pick any +Warrior in the Fleet. Unfortunately she decided to set her eyes on +a specific one, a difficult one. + "Athena, I don't know what to say to you that could make you +feel better. Such a serious child you were. So intense, it took +a lot to make you smile, let alone make you laugh," Adama mused. + "Father... " Athena said, blushing. + "Listen, let me give you some advise about men. And remember, +this if from the equine's mouth. The more unavailable you appear +to be, the more they will desire you." + "But I've tried that, it hasn't worked! Every time I... " + He quickly halted her speech in mid-sentence and said, "I +think you try a little too hard. Granted, this is just my opinion +now, as a man." + Athena exhaled and then began to smile. She stood up and said +with resignation, "OK, I'll try it your way." + "Good," Adama replied while smiling and standing up again. +"Now, I think that I deserve a hug." + Athena walked over to her father and held him tightly. She +then let him go and said, "Thanks. I needed that. 'Gotta go." + Adama nodded at his now relaxed daughter as she left the room. +Her presence allowed him to finally free his thoughts from the +frustration that he was feeling. + He switched off his viewer and headed for bed. "Rest, that's +what I need," he grumbled aloud to himself. + + ----- + + Adama strolled onto the Bridge, finally refreshed and calm. +He walked over to his Second in Command and placed a hand on the +man's shoulder. Tigh quickly looked around and wordlessly nodded +to the Commander. + "Status Colonel," Adama requested. + "We're ready to go Commander. Thank the gods that the +Council, after viewing Lieutenant Boomer's telemetry report, +finally conceded to re-initiate Martial law." + "Finally," came the reply. + "We have positioned the protective Squadrons around the Fleet +and arranged their rotation and refueling schedules. Basically, +Adama, we're awaiting your signal." + "Very well. I want to get in and out of there as fast as we +can Tigh, so prepare for light speed." + "Aye sir! Battle stations. Prepare for light speed," Tigh +ordered. + The Bridge lights suddenly glowed red and officers moved +furiously around the ship. Tigh and Adama looked at each other +with the innate understanding that comes from serving together for +so long. + "Now Tigh!" + "Helm, set course for that planetoid. Light speed. Now!" +Tigh barked. + The sleek ship suddenly turned in place and shot forward in an +extended streak of light. It's heading, into the unknown. + + ----- + + "Captain, our sensors have suddenly picked up a very large +ship, heading this way. Configuration unknown," Worf said. + "Here we go again," Picard responded. "Life-forms?" + "Unable to tell yet from this distance. It just slowed to +sub-light speed." + "Let's see if we can get communications through. Open a +hailing frequency, Mister Worf." + "Open." + Picard stood facing the view screen while instinctively +pulling his uniform top down. "Unidentified vessel, this is +Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the United Federation Starship +Enterprise. Please respond." + Worf frowned and then looked up with surprise as he said, +"Captain, they are answering our hails." + Picard raised his eyebrow as he turned his head to quickly +glance at Worf. "Well, now that's a change," he replied with +amusement. "On screen," he finally said, turning to face the +viewer. + The image of a silver-haired and very distinguished-looking +man, dressed in a navy blue uniform, suddenly appeared on the +screen. The image intermittently scrambled. + "I am Adama, Commander of the Battlestar Galactica. You are +Captain Picard?" he queried. + "Yes I am, Commander. I must apologize for the quality of +this transmission. I am sure you are also being affected by the +interference." + "We are." + "Commander, we have been unable to identify the origins of +your vessel from any of the information in our databanks. Where +exactly are you from?" Picard asked. + "I'm afraid Captain, that that would take centaurs to explain, +however I can tell you that we have travelled quite a distance +since having been run out of our solar system. Actually, at this +moment, we are searching for two of our lost patrol pilots, who we +believe are being held with three of your people. In addition, one +of our pilots who was with this group and who managed to return, +informed us that you were from Earth. Is that true?" + "Yes Commander, although in reality, your statement is only +partly true. Granted, the majority of the personnel aboard this +ship, myself included, are from Earth, however a significant number +are from other worlds. Also it seems that as of now, we have a +common foe, so if you'd like, I invite you to come aboard my ship +so that we can discuss this matter in person." + "Captain, our sensors are showing that you are too close for +our comfort to that Baseship. We actually came prepared for a +battle." + "That station has been very heavily damaged. At least at this +time, it presents no threat," Picard assured. "Except for the fact +that our people are being held hostage." + "Very well, Captain. We will arrive shortly in my shuttle. +May I request that your... " + "One minute Commander," Picard replied, looking down at the +officer at Ops. "Do we have transporters yet?" + Ensign Day responded, "Negative sir, Commander LaForge +indicated that he was still working on the problem." + "Ok," Picard responded with resignation. "Commander Adama, we +have a technology that we call a 'transporter' that is capable of +moving objects and life-forms from place to place without the need +for a vehicle. Unfortunately, the attack on us from these +Baseships has temporarily damaged this equipment." + "A transporter? I am trying to visualize such a device." + "It is a highly computerized system that literally +disassembles an object's atoms, directs them to a new location and +then reassembles them. It is our standard means of travel for +short destinations," Picard explained. + "I apologize for my lack of understanding of your technology +Captain, but I think for the moment, I will use a more familiar and +more traditional means of travelling to you." + Smiling, Picard said, "That is understandable. Whatever you +prefer Commander. Our Helm Officer will send you the coordinates +to our Shuttle Bay." + "Very good Captain. Until then." + "I anticipate your arrival Commander." + The transmission abruptly ended. Picard turned and walked +towards his chair and made a query to his Ship's Counselor. +"Deanna, what was your impression? Was he as sincere as I felt him +to be?" + "Yes and more sir," Troi replied, smiling. "He does seem +somewhat distressed, but I believe that he can be trusted." + Good. Mister Worf, monitor the shuttle's progress and direct +it to the Main Shuttle Bay. I'll be in my Ready Room, should you +need me. Notify me when they are ready to come aboard. You have +the 'Comm'." + "Aye sir," replied Worf. + In his Ready Room, Picard began to dictate his log. + +Captain's Log. Stardate 47237.2 + +"We are still performing repairs on some of our key systems and are +formulating options for securing the release of our captive +officers. We have formally made contact with a previously unknown +group of Humans who are utilizing technology that does not match +any that we have seen before. The Commander of these people is on +his way to the Enterprise to participate in a face to face +discussion of our mutual problem, specifically the fact that both +our vessels have crew members who are being held incommunicado +aboard a hostile space station." +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsfeed.pitt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN (part 07/10) +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:20:53 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 540 +Message-ID: <5A0zgSt.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + The Long Dark Tunnel + + VII + + + The force field was suddenly deactivated at the cell door and +Lucifer quickly stepped inside. Lt. Commander Data stood and +silently turned to face the Cylon. + "Well Commander, I am afraid that it is time to say goodbye," +Lucifer said dryly while pointing a small metallic box with a small +antenna on it, directly at the android. "This device will emit a +plasma pulse that should provide sufficient power to temporarily +shut down your higher functions. Don't worry, you won't feel a +thing. Although with your being an android like myself, I expect +that you have no pain receptors at all, so you naturally wouldn't +feel anything anyway. Now, if you will just stand still for one +moment... " + Immediately Data crouched in an attack position and propelled +himself forward full force, knocking the Cylon against the wall of +the cell. He then quickly grabbed the plasma device that had +dropped from Lucifer's hand and ran out into the hall, right into +the path of two Cylon Centurion guards. One guard held up his +laser pistol and intoned "Halt!", while the second quickly twirled +around and punched a control by the door, activating an alarm that +sounded throughout the ship. Data grabbed the arm of the closest +Cylon, swung him around and then threw him in the direction of the +second Cylon. The two Centurions crashed into each other and +unceremoniously fell onto the floor. Data then fled down the hall +and swiftly darted left into a narrow cross-corridor. + A stunned Lucifer shuffled out into the hallway, swung his +stiff head and body around both ways, to search in vain for his +missing charge. With frustration and dread, he reluctantly pressed +the intercom button on the panel next to the holding cell door and +announced, "Attention all Centurions. The android has escaped. +Execute a priority, ship-wide search to find him." + + ----- + + "What's going on?" Riker exclaimed, upon hearing the alarm +howling in the hallway. + "I dunno," replied Starbuck, who stood up and briskly walked +over to the door to peer outside, "but it looks like battle +stations drill or something. There's a whole lotta Centurions +running around out there." He turned away from the entrance and +added sarcastically, "Plus they added a few more guards in front of +our door for good measure." + "I wish you could contact your friend," remarked Apollo. "I +know it's risky since we don't know where he is and they might +discover that transmitter, but at least we could try." + "Will, now may be the best time since they seem to be +preparing for something. They probably wouldn't notice, even if +Data wasn't alone," Crusher added. + "Ok. I guess better now than never," Riker acknowledged. He +immediately tapped his communicator and whispered, "Riker to Data. +Come in." + A response came at once. "Data here." + "Data, where are you?" Riker whispered again, surprised and +heartened by the fast response. + "I have successfully escaped from my cell and am currently +hiding in an access shaft. I am attempting to reach the Command +Center floor so that I can access a terminal to obtain the +schematics of this station." + "So that's what all the fuss is about," Starbuck surmised. + "Listen Data, we need you to locate the shuttle, find out +where we are, and get us all the hell out of here. Obviously the +Enterprise's transporters are either being deliberately blocked or +the ship has been damaged or destroyed somehow. I can't risk +trying to contact the ship and besides, I expect that our +communications signals wouldn't have enough strength to penetrate +that damn interference anyway. We are going to have to assume that +we're on our own and will have to get off this ship by ourselves." + "Understood Commander. Data out." The connection was quickly +terminated. + "Boy, he doesn't play does he?" Starbuck remarked with a lift +of an eyebrow. + "Except when he's winning a game of poker," Crusher teasingly +replied, with a quick look at Will Riker. + "Poker?" Starbuck echoed, with eyes widening slightly. + "A game of chance Lieutenant," Riker answered with a smirk and +a playful warning look at Dr. Crusher. "One which Mister Data has +apparently mastered." + "Chance, eh?" Starbuck said with a smile creeping on his face +and visions of the future forming in his thoughts. + "Oh no, don't tell me... Don't get Starbuck started +Commander," retorted Apollo. + "Oh come on, Apollo. Poker? This sounds like a game I just +might be interested in learning. Is it a card game Commander?" + "Most certainly is Lieutenant," the Enterprise First Officer +replied. + "Starbuck," Apollo suddenly interrupted with exasperation. +"We're trapped in a cell with no way to get out, let alone with a +way to get back to the Galactica, and you're talking about playing +some new card game?" + "I don't know about you Apollo, but I prefer to think about +the future and right now I'm trying to think optimistically. It's +a financial thing, you know what I mean?" + "But you're talking about trying to win a game of cards +against an android!" Apollo exclaimed. "And not just any old +android like the ones Doctor Wilker fools around with, a real +sophisticated one!" + "Makes it the more interesting, don't you think?" Starbuck +observed with his trademark smile and a wink. + "Lieutenant, if we make it off this ship in one piece, I will +personally invite you to play a round of poker with us," offered +Riker. + "Why thank you for the invitation, Commander Riker. I'm much +obliged. And by the way, I'll personally invite you to play a hand +or two of Pyramids with us. I think you'll like it." + + ----- + + "Report Centurion." + A lone, gold-colored Centurion Commander stood in the circle +of light before the throne and announced in his characteristic, low +mechanical voice, "The android has escaped." + "What? HOW?!" Baltar demanded, suddenly leaning forward in +his chair. + "He apparently attacked Lucifer and the guards and is hiding +somewhere on the ship," the Cylon said flatly. + Roaring, Baltar stood and yelled "FIND HIM!! I DON'T CARE HOW +MANY CENTURIONS YOU USE TO DO IT. JUST FIND HIM!" + The Centurion Commander gave a simple and predictable +response. "By your command." He spun around and exited the +chamber. + "DAMN YOU Lucifer!" Baltar bellowed to the empty room. + + ----- + + "Admiral, what we have here are artificially constructed +beings who are not much different from the Borg. At least with the +Borg we found that they preferred to assimilate Humanoids into +their Collective and incorporate the conquered civilization's +technology into their own. With the Cylons however, they seem bent +on some crusade to rid the universe of all Humans," Picard stated +to the viewscreen in his Ready Room. + "And you say that they are being lead by a Human?" Admiral +Nechayev inquired. + "Not exactly, Admiral," Adama injected. "You see the Cylon +Empire is lead by a select, highly sophisticated, and specially- +programmed machine called 'Imperious Leader'. The Human that we +have been referring to was once a member of our Planetary Council. +In his effort to selfishly save his own life, he betrayed my people +to the Cylons. As some sort of sick token of appreciation, the +Imperious Leader awarded Baltar with a Cylon Basestar, which is a +large station outfitted with a myriad of laser cannons and a Fleet +of three hundred, three-man fighter craft." Adama then paused +before finally concluding with a tone of bitterness and disgust. +"As far as the Colonies are concerned, Baltar is a wanted criminal, +responsible for the deaths of tens of millions of people. He is a +traitor, a disgrace to the universe... a disgrace to all +Humankind." + The Admiral sighed heavily and then she responded, "Captain, +this may prove to be difficult. Have you explained to the +Commander our position with respect to the Prime Directive?" + "I have sir," Picard replied, impatiently. + "This 'Prime Directive' or 'non-interference doctrine'," Adama +began, "I really cannot see where or how it applies in this +situation." + "Commander Adama, your people, as former residents of an +independent, non-Federation world or worlds, are in dispute with +another entity. Our laws, based on the Articles of Federation, +prohibits our interference into that dispute. We in Star Fleet are +bound to uphold these principles." + "But many in your Federation membership are Humans, Admiral. +Whether we are Humans who come from Sagittara or Earth or wherever, +we are Humans nevertheless, and we have all been targeted for +destruction by the Cylons." + "Commander Adama, we have not yet come under any 'destructive' +attack by these Cylons. And I must remind you that although many +of the traditions and regulations we utilize in Star Fleet are +similar to those seen or used in a military structure, we are not +a military organization. We are merely highly trained officers who +are charged with guaranteeing the safety and well being of the +Federation membership. Basically Commander, your situation is not +as yet a Federation concern. Fortunately though, you may indeed +qualify as refugees, if what you say about the existence of some +two hundred ships nearby, is true. We might even be able to offer +you asylum, but that would be a matter best taken up by the +Federation diplomats." + With obvious shock, Picard retorted, "But Admiral, this IS a +Federation and Star Fleet concern as long as Federation members who +happen to also be Star Fleet personnel, were kidnapped and are +being held incommunicado, against their will. In addition, these +Cylons also attacked and damaged my ship, which you know is Star +Fleet property, without any provocation!" + "Captain, I have notified the Federation Council and Star +Fleet Command of your situation and I expect that for the time +being, you will attempt to solve this situation peaceably. We have +asked the U.S.S. Eisenhower to come to your assistance, but it may +take some time before they reach you." + "But Admiral... " + "That is all Captain. You have your orders. Nechayev out." + The face of the Admiral was abruptly replaced by the United +Federation of Planets symbol and the words 'End Transmission.' + Picard and Adama simultaneously looked at each other and +sighed. A natural meshing of their thoughts occurring. + "Well Captain, it looks as if we share the common burden of +having to continually face that lack of trust in our ability to +make wise decisions, from those to whom we must report," Adama +finally commented. + "It appears that way Commander," Picard conceded. He walked +over to his chair and sat down, leaning back in it and crossing his +legs before continuing. "You know, in all my years in Star Fleet as +a Field Commander, I have inevitably felt that burden time and time +again. However, I have learned that the load can be lightened, if +not lifted by simply knowing the rules of the game and how to bend +them." + "And those are the most important lessons of them all," Adama +replied in agreement. + "More Earl Grey?" Picard asked, while lifting the steaming pot +of tea and pouring himself another mugful. + + ----- + + "Ok, so once we make it to the access tube in the Main Core, +we'll have direct access right to the Launch Bay," Starbuck +explained. + "Sounds easy, but what about those Centurion guards?" Riker +asked. + "If I'm not mistaken, there's only one guard on each level in +that tube. They shouldn't be any problem Commander. Besides, +compared to us and especially compared to Commander Data, they've +got pretty slow reaction times," Apollo assured. + "What happens when we get to the Launch Bay? We'll have to +find the shuttle somehow, and then try to launch it. Plus, how +will we get the Bay doors open?" queried a concerned Crusher. + "Good point and then what's stopping them from locking on to +us with a tractor beam and hauling us right back in again?" Apollo +asked. + "Looks like we'll have to leave on one of their fighters, +then," Starbuck suggested. + "What?" Riker interrupted. + "Sure. Me and Apollo know how to fly one of those babies real +good. Don't we Apollo?" replied Starbuck with a smile. + "Uh, Starbuck. I don't think that's a very good idea." + "Sure it is. When they go out on patrol, we'll go with 'em," +Starbuck retorted. + "It looks to me, Lieutenant, like they're not about to launch +a patrol while their ship is still damaged," Riker injected. + "The problem either way is that somehow we would need to +communicate a request for clearance to them from the fighter. Boy +do I wish we could find some sort of voice synthesizer. That would +probably help a whole lot," Apollo mused. + "Captain Apollo, I believe we have just the voice synthesizer +you'll need," remarked Crusher. + "Huh? Where? Oh, your communicators?" Apollo guessed. + Smiling, Beverly Crusher responded, "No... Data." + + ----- + + "Captain, we're receiving a priority communication from the +Galactica," Worf rumbled over the intercom. + "In my Ready Room," Picard replied. + "Captain Picard. This is Colonel Tigh. I need to speak with +Commander Adama immediately. This is urgent" + "Of course Colonel. He's right here." + "Tigh," Adama began. "What's happened?" + "It's the Fleet sir. Apparently several more Baseships have +discovered their location. The long range patrols to the rear of +the Fleet identified them and have sent a message to notify us. At +current speed, the Baseships are expected to reach the Fleet in +less then two centaurs. I sent a reply back ordering the Squadrons +to escort the Fleet forward, to at least give us some more time to +get there." + Adama sighed heavily and said, "So it begins again. Never any +peace. Captain, I know that your priority right now is the safe +retrieval of your officers from that Baseship, and although that is +my same goal, I have many more lives at stake presently. I will +have to leave you now so that we can protect our fragile Fleet of +ships. I wish that you could come along but I know that your laws +forbid your interference in our 'internal affairs'." + "Commander, we may be able to work something out. If only our +transporters were working... " + + ----- + + "Commander?" Data said, while casually strolling through the +doorway of the holding cell. + Riker's head shot up and he then declared, "Data! How did +you...? Forget it. Listen. We figured out a way to get out of +here but we're going to need your help." + "Of course sir. But I must warn you that we cannot stay here +and talk. There is a ship-wide search going on presently and +therefore we must leave this room immediately." + "Fine. Let's go," Riker replied. + The five officers quickly exited the cell, hopped over a heap +of disabled Cylon guards, and ran down the hallway. Suddenly they +heard the footsteps of a Centurion patrol echo in the cross +corridor just ahead of them. The group swiftly spun around and +doubled back on their course, finally ducking into a smaller +corridor. Placing their backs to the wall, they watched as a +patrol of three Centurions walked by, luckily without seeing them. + When the corridor grew silent again, Data stepped back out +into the hall, motioning the group forward and stating, "This way." + The officers finally reached a short corridor leading to a +doorway. Data immediately pulled out a confiscated Cylon laser +pistol, motioned to the others to stand back against the wall, and +then he punched a few numbers on a panel next to the door. As soon +as the door opened, Data pointed and fired at the surprised guard +just inside. Sparks flew everywhere as the guard dropped to his +knees and finally fell forward onto the floor. Riker quickly ran +in next, grabbing the guard's gun and waving the others inside the +access tube in the Baseship's main core. + "Ok. What now?" Riker asked as the door slid shut. + "I believe that the Main Core leads directly to the Launch +Bay," Data replied. + "It does indeed Commander, but it's quite a few floors up," +Starbuck added. + "We have no other choice. Let's go," Apollo added with +resignation. + The five started to climb the ladder floor by floor, each +time, carefully lifting the hatch to the next floor and each time +surprising the guard with a blast of red laser fire. + "You know, this is getting kinda fun," Starbuck exclaimed. + "Speak for yourself, Lieutenant," Crusher retorted, beginning +to feel the strain in her arms. "How much further, Data?" + "Another seven floors Doctor," Data replied. + "Wonderful," she dryly remarked. + + ---- + + Baltar watched as his assistant entered the room, and his eyes +narrowed as he braced himself for something he expected that he +didn't want to hear. "Report Lucifer. Have you found the android +yet?" + "No Baltar, we have not. And we have other bad news to +report. However we do have some good news as well." + "Why am I not surprised?" Baltar calmly stated. + "Our other prisoners have escaped and are loose on the ship." + "And the good news?" + "We have received a coded message from the Captains of four +other Baseships. They have located the Colonial Fleet. It is +currently unprotected, except for two Squadrons of Colonial +Vipers." + "The Fleet? Where? When I saw the Galactica here, I +assumed... " + "Apparently, the Galactica came here without the refugee +ships, Baltar." + "Ahhhh. If we could just be ready to get underway... " + "We suffered extensive damage to our engines, Baltar, but I do +believe that our shields have been successfully repaired." + "Excellent. Raise them! And send a double guard to the +Launch Bay. I expect that is the first place our escapees are +planning to go. Won't they be surprised... " + "By your command." + + ----- + + "I wish I could go with you Commander," Picard said while +walking Adama to the shuttle. + "Right now, I would rather have you here trying to rescue our +pilots and your officers, Captain. Don't worry, we've gone along +this far alone and have been able to take care of ourselves just +fine," Adama assured the Enterprise Captain. + "I realize that Commander, however I do have the coordinates +to your Fleet and should we be successful in retrieving your +people, why... we would be bound to have to return them to you, +don't you think?" Picard said with a wink. + "I would expect that your laws would require you to return +that which does not belong to you Captain," Adama added, also with +a wink. + "Very well Commander. Have a safe and successful journey and +I hope to see you soon." + "And to you Captain, I wish you all the glory of Caprica. +Good luck and may all the Lords of Kobol smile down upon you." + The two ship leaders nodded to each other and Adama then +stepped onto his shuttle and closed the hatch. + "Good luck Adama," Picard repeated quietly, to himself. + + ----- + + "Finally!" exclaimed Riker. "And I thought I was in top +shape." + "You and me both," replied an exhausted Apollo. + "Don't get too comfortable just yet folks. Now comes the +tricky part," Starbuck said while rubbing his healed but now sore +arm. + "Data. Suggestions?" + "Well sir, we will need what you commonly call, 'a +distraction'. Perhaps I can provide that." + "How?" Riker queried. + "If I suddenly appear in the bay, the guards will attempt to +capture me. I have discovered that their programming is very +rudimentary and so I believe that I may be able to successfully +draw the entire contingent away, at least temporarily, from the +area near the vessel that you intend to take." + "And how will you be able to get back here?" Apollo asked. + "Captain, I have thoroughly familiarized myself with the +schematics of this station. I noted several alternative entrances +to this Bay, one of which I will choose for my re-entry." + "Data, we'll need your voice to obtain clearance," Beverly +Crusher remarked. + "Understood Doctor. I have already taken that into +consideration." + "Data, what Doctor Crusher's trying to say is that we'll need +you physically here, on board. And even then, if you cause that +much commotion in the Bay, they'll surely be on to us in no time." + "I am aware of that as well Commander, which is why the voice +I plan on mimicking will not be that of a Cylon Centurion." + "What? Then who...? Ohhhh... " Starbuck exclaimed, finally +realizing what was going on. + "Starbuck, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Apollo asked +his buddy. + "Um, excuse me Commander Data, but is that possible? I mean, +can you actually pull that off?" Starbuck inquired with confusion. + Riker responded to the query teasingly with, "Our Commander +Data has many such talents, several of which I even recently +expressed my envy of. Data, make it so. Oh and Data, don't get +too carried away." + "Aye sir," Data replied. + As the others stood back, laser pistols ready, Data activated +the door to the Launch Bay and stepped inside. Immediately the +guards looked up and started to fire at him. Several intoned, "It +is the android. Capture him." A large group of guards started +clunking across the Bay towards Data. The android quickly ducked +as he ran along the Bay perimeter and darted through another pair +of doors on the opposite side. The entire group of Centurions ran +towards the door and started to pursue Data down a corridor. + "What a bunch of dummies!" Apollo exclaimed. + "Turkeys is more like it, Captain," Beverly Crusher replied. + "Turkeys?" + "They're Earth birds, Captain. Real dumb ones," Riker +explained. + "Once one starts following something, the whole group joins +in," added Crusher. + "Oh," Apollo said quietly, filing that definition away in his +mind. + "Well how about we don't act like 'turkeys' and get ready to +get outta here!" Starbuck interrupted. + "Right behind you Lieutenant," Riker answered. + The officers quickly ran into the Bay and climbed up the ramp +of the nearest fighter. + "There's only three seats in here," Crusher observed. + "Yeah well that's because this thing is designed to only hold +three Cylons, Doctor," Starbuck replied with the obvious. + "Doctor, go strap yourself in. I'll need to cover for Data, +if he can pull this off." + "Will, where are you going?" + "To find Data." + "Commander, don't go too far. We don't want to have to leave +both of you behind," Apollo cautioned. + "Don't worry Captain. I'll get us off this tub come hell or +high water," Riker exclaimed confidently. + "Hmmm, I'm beginning to like him. He sounds a whole lot like +me," Starbuck remarked. + "Is that good or bad?" Crusher teased. + "Never mind, Doctor," Apollo answered. + Riker peeped out of the doorway of the fighter before quickly +stepping outside. He tapped his communicator lightly and +whispered, "Riker to Data." + Immediately the reply came. "Data here." + "What's keeping you?" + "I am presently one floor below your present position, +Commander. I am re-programming the main computer to effectively +disable the sensors and the tractor beam," Data replied. + "Hurry up, then," Riker ordered. + "Aye sir." + Riker ran back inside and informed the non-Cylon crew of +Data's progress. All of a sudden Riker was cutoff in mid-sentence +as the ship-wide intercom blared with Lucifer's voice. + "We have captured the android and are still searching for the +Humans. You may now direct your search towards them." + "Dammit! I told him to hurry up!" Riker exclaimed. + "Now what?" Apollo asked. + "We're going have to go, now! We obviously can't wait for him +any more. I'm sure he had enough time to at least disable that +tractor beam." + "But we can't just leave him here, Will," Crusher protested. + "We have no other choice. Captain, if you know how to fly +this thing, then let's start her up and prepare to launch." + "Activating engines," Apollo replied. + "Boy, am I gonna miss that guy. We're supposed to have a big +poker match, too," noted Starbuck. + "Starbuck... " sighed Apollo. + "Closing hatch," Starbuck solemnly announced. + All of a sudden, the group heard a loud clank and then +metallic footfalls near the rear of the fighter. Riker +instinctively reeled around, pointing his pistol at the intruder. + "Hold your fire Commander, it is only me," Data replied. + "DATA!" Riker exclaimed with glee. + "Data?" Crusher and Captain Apollo said simultaneously, while +both tried to twist around in their seats. + "Data, 'ole pal!" replied Starbuck, also trying to swivel +around to look at the Enterprise's Second Officer. + The android began to frown and look around from face to +smiling face. With confusion he said, "I did not realize that you +held my presence to such a high degree of esteem. I am +'flattered', although I realize that flattery is a Human emotion +and I am yet capable of that emotion. Your facial expressions +however, will help to enrich my continuing study of Human emotions +and... " + Riker suddenly interrupted with, "Uh, I think we spoke too +soon. Data, I thought you were captured?" + "Fortunately not Commander, however my depiction of Lucifer's +voice will hopefully convince the guards that I am no longer at +large." + "Data, we need you to do your 'Baltar thing' so we can get out +of here," Riker ordered. + "Aye sir." Data walked over to the ship's console and after +flicking a few switches said with perfect intonation, "This is +Baltar. We have captured the Humans and are transporting them +directly to a nearby Baseship for safekeeping. The departing +fighter therefore has clearance to launch." + Starbuck and Apollo both looked up at the android and then at +each other in total disbelief at what they just heard. Starbuck, +with mouth still gaping, punched some buttons and was barely able +to choke out, "Um, looks like we got clearance." + "Good. Let's go. Oh and Commanders? This isn't exactly a +luxury liner so you're going to have to hold on to something." + Riker answered, "Understood. Data can you assist?" + "Commander if you move over here, I can hold on to these +access panel handles on either side, with you in between, allowing +us both to remain in place." + "Ok. We're ready," Riker announced. + "Here goes," Apollo stated. + The fighter suddenly thrust forward, pushing the seated +officers back in their chairs. Data gripped the access handles +tighter as he felt the momentum shift his body. The fighter shot +through the open doors and out into space. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!gatech!newsfeed.pitt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN (part 08/10) +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:21:24 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 438 +Message-ID: <5g0Rwik.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + Endless Night + + VIII + + + "WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!" Baltar ranted. "WHO FALSIFIED +MY VOICE? LUCIFER? WHERE ARE YOU? Who gave permission +for a fighter to launch?" + At that movement, Lucifer hesitantly stepped through the glass +doors. + "Lucifer? Is that you?" + The Cylon crept to the circle flight and respectfully said, +"By your command." + With white hot anger, Baltar sat back down in his chair and +calmly spoke. "Report." + "The Humans and the android have escaped." + "Track them. Lock onto them with a tractor beam and bring +them back." + "I am afraid that our sensors have been deactivated, Baltar." + "Deactivated? How? By WHOM? What is... " + "Baltar, we have received a communique from the Imperious +Leader ordering us to join the other Baseships who are about to +intercept and attack the Colonial Fleet," Lucifer interrupted. + "WHAT? And lose my only way of getting to Earth?" Baltar +said. + "Baltar, are you suggesting that we disobey a direct order +from the Imperious Leader?" + "Disobey? No... no," he finally said, sitting back in his +chair and proceeding to mop his now wet forehead. "No, we cannot +disobey the Imperious Leader. Set course immediately for the +Colonial Fleet. IF the engines are working. And GET THIS SHIP +REPAIRED AND READY FOR BATTLE!!!" he yelled. + "By your command." + + ----- + + "Captain, short range sensors are picking up a single, small +vessel that was launched from the Baseship," Worf reported. + "Only one?" Picard replied with some confusion. + "Affirmative. Attempting to scan for life forms," Worf added. +He then continued after double checking his readings. "Life forms +confirmed sir. They are Human. In fact, a total of four humans, +sir." + "Lock tractor beam on that ship and pull them in Lieutenant. +Once they're aboard, set course for the Colonial Fleet," came the +order. + "Aye sir." + ----- + + As the Galactica began it's final approach to the Fleet's +location, it's Bridge crew looked aghast in horror at the visual on +the large viewscreen. Before them were four Baseships and hundreds +of Cylon fighters, weaving in and out of the helpless ships of the +Colonial refuges. Streaks of blue and red lashed across the sky as +Colonial Vipers ducked and swerved in a fruitless effort to protect +their people from the onslaught. + Adama, with tears of anger threatening to form in his eyes, +softly said to Colonel Tigh, "Battle stations, Colonel." + Tigh looked at his commanding officer with sympathy and then +swung around and barked in his most commanding voice, "Battle +stations! Launch all Vipers! Seal all compartments!" + Omega echoed the order "Aye sir. Battle stations," while +pushing the buttons that sounded the ship-wide claxxon. + Boomer, waiting for the 'go' signal in the crew quarters, +suddenly heard it and jumped up shouting, "Ok fellows, this is it! +Let's go!" He then added, "And let's do this right for Apollo and +Starbuck." + The pilots scrambled around the bunks and the tables, and ran +out of the door and into the hallway. + Finally out among the twinkling stars, the flashes of laser +fire, and the bits of unvaporized metal, the replacement Squadrons +of Colonial Vipers sped towards the battle. + + ----- + + "Sheba, take Silver Spar to the right, we'll take left," +Boomer said. + "Acknowledged Boomer. And Boomer... good luck." + "You too. Ok Blue Squadron, on my mark... and... BREAK!" + The Blue Squadron formation neatly split in half, each group +precisely rolling in opposite directions. + On the Bridge of the Galactica, Adama and Tigh stood hunched +over a monitor that displayed a map of the relative positions of +all the ships in the area. + "Ok Tigh, we have Green and Yellow here and here, by the Agro, +livestock, and fuel ships," Adama indicated with his finger on the +screen. "And Blue, by the Rising Star, the Celestra, and the prison +barge. We need to get a Squadron to the rear near some of the +slower freighters. We'll also need them there to cover for us. +Omega, contact the Red Squadron Leader and have them rendezvous +with us at the rear of the Fleet. We'll leave Silver Spar here +near the front." + "Very good sir," Tigh said with concurrence. "Helm, set +course for those Baseships." + + ----- + + "Jolly! You got one on your tail! Hold on!" Ensign Greenbean +shouted thorough the comlink. + "Hurry Greenbean, I can't see 'im!" + "And... " A pause while the target locked on in his screen. +"YEAH!!" replied the Ensign as he watched the Cylon fighter explode +into a spectacular plume of brilliant streaks. + "'Bout time. Come on, there's a few who broke off from the +crowd. They may try to make a suicide run on the Galactica." + "Right with ya," Greenbean responded, while moving his Viper +in line with Jolly's. + Elsewhere, more dramas were being played out. + "Sheba! They're heading right for one of the freighters!" +warned Lt. Bojay. + "Not on your life! Cover me Bojay," came the reply. + The battle raged on, while the Galactica, it's laser turrets +constantly firing to provide protection, pushed through the clutter +of ships, towards the Cylon Basestars. + "Tigh, this isn't going to be easy," Adama remarked. + "It never is Adama, it never is," responded the Colonel. + + ----- + + The hatch of the Cylon fighter slowly opened and out walked +four very tired Humans and a single, very alert android. Captain +Jean-Luc Picard and Lieutenant Worf stood just outside the fighter +to welcome it's occupants. + "Welcome back Number One. Doctor, Commander," Picard beamed +while grasping each of their shoulders. + "Very glad to be back sir. Believe me," Riker replied. + "Jean-Luc," Beverly Crusher said softly while carefully +supporting the now weakened Starbuck. + "Doctor, seems you've been busy," came the reply. + "Seems that way, doesn't it?" Beverly responded. + "Captain, I want to introduce you to Captain Apollo and +Lieutenant Starbuck," Riker announced, pointing out each one with +a wave of his hand. + "Captain. Lieutenant. This is my Chief of Security, +Lieutenant Worf," Picard replied. + Worf stifled a groan and respectfully nodded to the Colonial +Warriors. + "Jean-Luc, I'll need to get the Lieutenant to Sick Bay so I +can run a full battery of tests on him, just to be sure that he is +healing properly." + "Huh? Whah?" came Starbuck's surprised reply, as he continued +to stare with confusion at the Klingon Security Officer. + "Captain. I am honored to meet you. Your crew has had +nothing but praise for your abilities," Apollo remarked, also +looking up at Worf, with a polite but perplexed smile. + "And I am honored to meet you as well, Captain. Particularly +since I had a wonderful conversation with your father not too long +ago." + "My father?" Apollo reacted, with disbelief. + "The Commander? He was here?" Starbuck echoed. + "Yes," Picard said. "Number One, escort the Captain to the +Observation Lounge. Doctor, have the Lieutenant report there as +well, as soon as he's discharged from your care." + The group began to walk towards the Shuttle Bay exit and as +they turned down the hallway, a concerned Apollo queried, "Captain, +where is the Galactica now?" + "Engaged in battle, if the reports are correct. Apparently, +some additional Cylon Baseships have discovered the location of +your Fleet. We are presently underway to join them. Don't worry +Captain." + "Frack! I never ends," Apollo said with resignation. + + ----- + + "Commander, we are now within range of the Baseships," Omega +reported. + "Alright, prepare to fire the forward lasers, full power," +Adama replied. + "Commander, they're firing!" Omega announced. + The great ship heaved to the right as it absorbed the hit. +The Bridge lights temporarily went dark and then were restored. +"Direct hits. Damage to multiple decks. Damage Control crew are +responding," Omega said. + "Fire all lasers!" Adama ordered. + The red steaks and blue streaks flew furiously between the +Colonial Battlestar and the Cylon Baseship, while a second Cylon +ship began to move towards the Galactica. + "Damage report!" Adama ordered. + "Damage to Alpha Bay and life support. Auxiliary power has +been automatically activated." + Another hit and the Bridge crew grabbed rails and chairs to +keep from being thrown to the floor. + + ----- + + "Boomer, the Baseships are all converging on the Galactica!" +yelled Brie. + "I see them Brie, there's nothing we can do about it now. +Just try and get as many of those fighters as you can." + Similar conversations passed back and forth among the +Squadrons. + "Bojay, we gotta break off to help the Galactica!" Lt. Sheba +exclaimed. + "They're too far away. Believe me Sheba, I wanna go real bad +too but we... look out Sheba! You picked one up!" Bojay suddenly +shouted, while quickly swinging his Viper around to intercept the +Cylon fighter. + "Frack! Bojay! Can't shake... " + Suddenly a blast exploded just outside of Sheba's Viper. She +felt a shock of electricity quickly and painfully pass through her +body. + "I'm hit Bojay, I'm hit!" she replied with pain and +frustration. + "Hang on!" Bojay's Viper swung around, targeted the fighter +and then he replied "Got 'em!" as he destroyed the fighter with a +single shot. "Hold on Sheba. Gods!!! I wish that those Earth +people were here. At least we'd have a chance." + "Bojay?" came the confused voice of Sheba through the comlink. + "Yeah?" + "Do you see what I see?" + "Where?" + "It looks like some sort of ship. It looks like... " + "Where? Holy... What in the name of the... " + The U.S.S. Enterprise smoothly glided into the middle of the +vast array of Colonial ships and Cylon fighters, on a heading that +would take it directly to the Galactica. Others among the various +Squadrons noted the Federation ship as well. + "Yo Boomer!" yelled Jolly. + "Yeah what?" + "If I didn't know better, I'd think that I was hallucinating +or something but getta load of that! Isn't that the Earth ship or +something?" Jolly said with disbelief. + "Whah? HEY YEAH! THAT'S IT!! That's it!!" Boomer shouted +back. "It's gotta be. I think they called it the Enterprise!! +Boomer to Sheba. Come in!" + "I'm here Boomer, but barely. You see that ship?" she said +weakly. + "That's the Earth ship. That's the Enterprise!" exclaimed +Boomer with growing excitement. + "Think they're willing to take on a stowaway?" Sheba queried. + "Huh?" Boomer said, slightly confused. + "Hey Boomer, she got hit. Pretty bad too. Think they'll let +her come aboard?" Bojay interrupted. + "Try contacting them. See if... " + "Boomer! Sorry to interrupt but... " Jolly said cutting +Boomer off. "Hard about, three marks coming in!" + "Got 'em on visual. Sorry to cut and run folks but... You +understand. See ya later guys," Boomer responded while swinging +his throttle hard to the left. + "Sheba, try it. If you won't then I will," Bojay threatened. + "Ok. This is Lieutenant Sheba of Silver Spar Squadron, come +in Enterprise." + ----- + + "Captain, we are receiving a hail from one of the ships. +Audio only." + Picard nodded. + "Come in Enterprise. Do you read. This is Lieutenant Sheba." + "We read you Lieutenant. This is Captain Picard." + "I'm hit Captain. Pretty bad. Permission to come aboard +sir." + "Granted. Worf, guide that ship in. Doctor Crusher, prepare +for a medical emergency in the Shuttle Bay." + + ----- + + "Colonel, sensors are detecting a large ship heading this way. +Sir, it's the Enterprise!" cried Omega. + "The Enterprise? Adama!" exclaimed Tigh. + "Yes, yes, I see it. Thank the Lords.... Hail it Omega." + "Aye sir. They're on your monitor." + "Captain Picard," Adama began. + "Commander. Looks like we came at a most propiscious moment. +May we join the party?" + "Any time Captain. Any time. We're heavily damaged though so +we're going to have to pull back." + "Acknowledged Commander. Picard out," he replied. Then to +the room he ordered, "Red Alert. Battle stations. Worf, lock +photons on that Baseship." + "Aye sir. Photons locked on target. Captain, Baseship is now +firing on us. Multiple hits. No damage. Shields ARE holding." + "Fire," Picard ordered. + "Firing photons. Direct hit." + The Baseship suddenly exploded in a display of fiery bolts of +light, nearly as bright as a supernova. + "Lock photons on that second Baseship, Lieutenant." + "Locked on." + "Fire." + "Torpedoes away. Another direct hit." + The second Baseship exploded. + "Captain, a large number of enemy fighters have broken off +from the others and are headed this way. Permission to target with +phasers sir." + "Careful Lieutenant, with all these ships in the air, I don't +want to hit any of the Colonial ones." + "Understood, sir." + "Captain, if we back away from the Fleet, we may be able to +draw those fighters away from the other ships. Then we'll have a +clearer shot at them," Riker suggested. + "Very good Commander. Make it so. Worf, open a hailing +frequency to the Galactica." + "Open sir." + "Commander Adama?" + "It's a miracle Captain. Thank you. Thank you." + "All in self defense Commander. I wanted to inform you that +we are planning to try to draw those Cylon fighters away from your +Fleet so that we can dispatch with them without hitting any of your +people." + "Understood Captain. Good luck." + "And to you as well Commander." + The signal terminated and was again replaced the by the white +and blue and red shimmering of war. + "Number One? Will you do the honors?" + "Helm, set course, heading zero one zero mark two four. One +half impulse," Riker ordered. + "Aye sir. Course set. One half impulse." + The Enterprise began to revolve on an imaginary axis and then +began to move away from the battle. A number of Cylon fighters, +with laser guns flaring, began to pursue the departing ship. + + ----- + + "Hey? Where's the Enterprise going?" Boomer asked. + "I dunno but at least she's taking a lot of those Cylons away +from us. You see the way she just blew those Baseships out of the +sky?" Jolly remarked. + "Yeah, I told you! Boy, I can't wait to get to Earth!" came +Boomer's reply. + "Me too, Boomer. Me, too!" + + ----- + + "Captain, sensors indicate that seventy-five fighters have +left the area of the Colonial Fleet and are pursuing us." + "Good. Any sign of Colonial ships with them?" + "Checking sir. Negative. No life-forms are being detected on +the ships coming in range." + "Very well. Number One?" + "Worf. Fire all phasers. Full dispersal." + "Aye sir. Phasers firing." + A ball of light spun around the saucer section of the +Enterprise before focusing and then splitting into multiple, lethal +beams of energy, all directed at the Cylon fighter ships. All but +ten fighters simultaneously flashed out of existence. + "Sixty-five targets destroyed sir. Locking phasers on +remaining ships." + "Fire." Riker ordered. + The final ten exploded as they attempted to move together to +regroup. + "Commander Data, what do sensors indicate regarding damage to +the Colonial Fleet?" + "Sir, sensors show extensive damage to both the Galactica and +the other various ships. Sensors are also detecting two remaining +Baseships." + "Alright, let's go back into the thick of it. Helm, set +course... " + "Captain, sensors are picking up a third Baseship sir. Coming +from the direction of LL-5." + "Baltar," Picard surmised. "Now that's a Human who has a lot +of explaining to do. Helm, set course back to the Fleet. Let's +see if we can draw some more of those fighters away." + "Aye sir," responded the Helm Officer. + The Enterprise moved back towards the cacophony of ships +moving in all directions. + "We need to wrap this up, Number One. Don't you agree?" + "The sooner the better Captain. We'll need to tend to the +wounded out there." + "Agreed. Mister Worf, lock on... " + "Captain," Data interrupted. "The third Baseship is now +retreating." + "Retreating? Is the retreating ship Baltar's?" + "Aye sir," Data replied. + "Captain, the remaining two Baseships are firing on us. We +are also being hailed by numerous Colonial Vipers who are +requesting permission to board." + "Ok. Arrange to bring those pilots on board and notify Sick +Bay to prepare to respond to their medical needs. Worf, lock +torpedoes on the remaining Baseships." + "Sir, the Baseships are too close the Fleet. Firing torpedoes +on them now may cause damage to some of the Colonial ships." + "Let's force them away then. Set collision course Helm, +towards the nearest Baseship." + "Sir??" Riker said with concern. + "We'll see very quickly how sophisticated their programming is +Number One." + "Aye sir," Riker replied with a raise of his eyebrow. + "Captain, both Baseships are backing away sir," Data replied. + "They will be outside of the danger zone in one minute, at +present speed," Worf added. + "Maintain course, Helm." + "Thirty seconds," Worf responded. + "Steady." + "Fifteen seconds." + "Lock photons on both ships." + "They will be within range in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, +five, four, three, two, one... " + "Fire!" + "Torpedoes away. Direct hits," Worf proudly announced. + The dual explosions were so bright that the Enterprise's +main viewer automatically engaged the filter. + + ----- + + "Tigh! Positive shields. NOW!" Adama ordered. + The large, metal shields began to close over the Galactica's +main viewscreen just as the Bridge began to flood with the +brilliance of the multiple explosions. + + ----- + + "WOW!! Can't see a damn thing after that!" Boomer exclaimed. + "Then quit looking at it Boomer," Jolly teased. + "Funny, funny." + "Hey, what happened to that other Baseship?" Jolly inquired. + "After that last explosion, would you hang around here?" +Boomer retorted. + "Not on your life Boomer!" came Jolly's reply. + "Alright. Blue Squadron, or whoever's left that is. Let's +wrap this thing up," replied Boomer. + ----- + + "Adama! That's it! They're gone!" Tigh exclaimed. + "Yes. All except Baltar," Adama noted. + "I know. I saw his Baseship retreat some centons ago." + "Never mind. I will thank the Lords for our good fortune. +Get me the Enterprise. We have a lot to do," Adama said. + Aye sir!" Tigh responded. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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Stardate 47240.8 + +"We have been joined by the U.S.S. Eisenhower, and other Federation +vessels are on the way to help us with repairs and medical +assistance for the Battlestar Galactica and the the rest of the +ships in the Colonial Fleet, after the Cylon attack. Doctor Serat +and his Science Station personnel will eventually be transferred to +one of the arriving ships, for passage back to LL-5. + +The Colonial 'Council of the Twelve' has invited our officers to +one of their recreational vessels for an awards ceremony and formal +dinner. We have gratiously accepted the invitation." + + --o-- + +Adama's Journal: + +"The end of our quest for Earth is near. We have finally made +positive contact with Humans from that planet, who have greatly +assisted us in this latest Cylon attack. Currently, most of the +Fleet is undergoing repairs and our injured are being healed by +both Colonial and Federation medical personnel. + +The Council of the Twelve has called for a victory celebration to +be held aboard the Rising Star this very night and it is with great +honor and relief that I will attend this most important and joyful +of all celebrations." + + ----- + + The grand dining room of the Rising Star was buzzing with +activity. Navy blues mixed with maroons and tans with golds. The +officers of the flagship vessels of the Federation and the Colonies +cheerfully intermingled, their voices heightened to match the +occasion. + The Enterprise Chief of Security stood along the side of the +room, angrily tugging at his dress uniform. Lt. Commander Data +casually walked up to him, tilted his head slightly in a quizzical +gesture and began to speak. + "Lieutenant, you once more appear to be uncomfortable with +this type of event. From what I have found from my studies of +Klingon rituals and ceremony, your people do have occasions where +you engage in pomp and circumstance," Data commented. + "Our ceremonies are private and focus solely on the specific +ritual being performed. This... " Worf continued while gesturing +with his hand at the crowd. "This is unorganized and without +dignity or purpose. What is the point?" he then grumbled. + "From what I understand, the people of the Colonies are +celebrating their victory over the Cylons and are rejoicing their +fortunate encounter with the Federation. They are also celebrating +the verification of the existence of the planet Earth, which until +now was considered by them as a myth," Data explained. + "Still, had this been a Klingon celebration of victory, we +would not be standing around idly making what you call 'small +talk'. When we celebrate a victory over our enemies, our hearts +and our minds are filled with the power and the glory of that +victory." + "Hmmm," Data said while contemplating his next words. "I have +indeed observed that behavior among Klingons. I must add though +that Humans on Earth, during an earlier period of their history, +did celebrate as Klingons do today. However, at some point they +ceased to engage in such battles among themselves and thus have +tended to focus on more intimate, more individual-oriented +commemorations." + "Uh, pardon me gentleman," Lt. Starbuck interrupted, after +successfully weaving through the throngs of revellers to reach the +Enterprise officers. "Commander Data?" + "Ahh, Lieutenant Starbuck," Data said with a friendly tone. + "I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Casseopia," +Starbuck said, while motioning the woman forward. "Cass, this is +Lieutenant Commander Data, the Enterprise's Second Officer. You +know. The one I was telling you about? And I believe you met +Lieutenant Worf when you came aboard," he added. + "How do you do Commander and nice to meet you again +Lieutenant. I hear you both challenged Starbuck to a game of +cards. Seems I can't get Starbuck away from those corruptible +activities," she teased. + "Corruptible?" Data repeated, somewhat puzzled. "Actually, +poker can be very revealing. It also enhances one's ability to +concentrate on the matter at hand, although I am confused when +Humans often refer to the statistical odds, which they fail to +realize, cannot vary," he explained. + "Um, I guess. I really don't know. I don't get much chance +to play." + "What do you do in your spare time, Casseopia?" Data asked. + "What spare time?" came the response. + Again confused, Data probed further. "You must have some +activity that you prefer to engage in. Perhaps pleasure reading or +the arts or music?" + "Well, I haven't given it much thought, Commander. I do enjoy +watching a game of Triad. That's one of the arena sports we play +aboard the Rising Star. It's been hard to find the time lately, +with the war and all. I really haven't had as much leisure time in +general as I would like." + "Perhaps you might be interested in my musical performance +scheduled for tomorrow night. We will be playing various +selections from Mozart, an ancient Earth composer." + "You play... music?" Starbuck exclaimed with surprise. + "Of course, Lieutenant. I have studied and utilized the +various, distinctive violin techniques of numerous musicians and +have attempted to 'find my own style', so to speak," replied Data. +He enthusiastically continued, "I also enjoy painting, although I +have found that my cat Spot needs further instruction on staying +away from my paints. In general, I have concluded that these +various hobbies have helped me in my quest to better understand the +Human psyche." + Casseopia and Starbuck looked at each other with disbelief. + "A cat? Named Spot? I may not be up on the types of +domesticated animals you have around here but I presume you are +saying that you actually have a pet animal?" Starbuck said with +amazement. + "That is a correct assessment, Lieutenant. A 'cat' is a small +Earth feline, from any one of a number of species, who I have +recently discovered has a behavioral tendency to display +independent trains of thought, at the most inopportune moments," +Data explained. + "I see. Uh, well Commander, it was nice meeting you. Come on +Starbuck," Casseopia said politely but with urgency, as she grabbed +Starbuck's arm while still trying to convince herself that she had +just heard what she heard. "I'd like to meet the Enterprise's +medical staff." + + ----- + + "Well Commander, this is quite a party you have here," Jean- +Luc Picard commented while looking around at the myriad of Colonial +and Federation personnel moving about the room. + "Yes it is. We have found that our people seem to like these +celebrations. I must admit that during our many trials and +tribulations, these celebrations did help divert our minds away +from the hopelessness that sets in when you find yourself under +constant attack," Adama noted. + "Fortunately, Commander, your helplessness has come to an..." + "Ahh, Captain Picard I presume?" a voice suddenly cut in from +behind the two men. + "Yes," Picard replied, turning to face the questioner. + "Excuse me Commander Adama, I didn't mean to interrupt but as +President of the Council of the Twelve, I wanted to introduce +myself to the man who has helped bring our people to the end of +their long journey." + "I am honored to make your acquaintance, Mister President. I +wish your people the best of luck on Earth," the Enterprise Captain +stated with sincerity. + "Earth? Uh, since you bring that subject up, I have a +question for you Captain. As you know, we have an established +government among our people, with a ruling Council composed of +representatives from each of our twelve colonies. Captain, what +will happen to that government should we choose to settle on +Earth?" the Councillor asked, matter of factly. + "Well Mister President, I am afraid that at the present time, +Earth is governed by a planet-wide Council. Perhaps you could run +for elective office in the area on the planet in which you choose +to settle. I must admit that I really haven't kept up with the +politics on Earth since I've only really visited there once or +twice for extended visits, in the almost thirty years since I left +there," Picard explained. + "Mister President," Adama injected. "What I believe the +Captain is saying is that should we decide to settle on Earth, the +Council would basically have to be dissolved. I conclude that we +as Humans from the Colonies should be free to mingle with and +incorporate ourselves among our Human cousins on Earth." + "I see... " the elderly man softly replied. "I have inquired +among the various Humans here from your ship and have found that +none of them have any knowledge of Kobol, the mother world of all +Humans. I ask you Captain, have you, in your myths or legends, +come across reference to your mother planet?" + "Mister President I'm afraid that I have had this discussion +at length with the Commander and several of the religious leaders +of your people. I will tell you as I have told them, that when +reviewing the research into the many stories from the people of +Earth, none references a world other than that from which we +derive. We have found that all of our early societies have +creation stories, again, none of which refer to a journey across +the stars to reach Earth. In fact, a majority of these stories +speak of Earth as being the first major creation of the universe by +a Supreme being and that it is the center of all Human life." +Picard recited. + "If that is true Captain, then how do you explain our presence +in such a remote place? How do you explain our existence in those +Colonies, having had the ability to travel in space for over a +thousand yahren. Recently I even discovered that our societies' +use of such celestial vessels vastly predates your first use of +such vessels. Surely, the disparities between the introduction of +space technology on Earth and that in the Colonies would be +consistent and explainable if you factor in the time it must have +taken for those early ships that left Kobol to reach your planet +and colonize it," the Councillor added. + "Mister President, at this time our top historians and +folklorists are researching this matter. In fact, several theories +have already been put forward including one which my crew and I +most recently discovered ourselves, that may apply in your +situation. In fact, it has already had a profound effect on the +many Humanoid life forms that we have encountered since we began +our space explorations," Picard offered. + "And what is that?" the Council President asked with tenseness +in his voice. + "A number of Humanoid species including ourselves, the +Klingons, Romulans, and Cardassians, jointly discovered the +existence of a now extinct, very highly advanced race of beings, +who nearly four billion years ago may have 'seeded' thousands of +planets around the galaxy with bits of their DNA. These fragments, +we believe, once introduced on a suitable planet, evolved over eons +to eventually form many of the life forms who you see here in this +very room." + "But how was this possible? How did you come to that +conclusion?" + "By accident, really. It began when an old archeology +professor of mine stumbled upon some of these original, unique DNA +fragments during his archeological explorations. Apparently, he +noticed a pattern in them but unfortunately, he was killed by +others who also sought the answers to the secrets of those +patterns. This lead to what we now affectionately call our 'chase' +or actually our 'race' to find and fill in the missing pieces to a +very strange puzzle. My crew discovered that those fragments could +actually be translated into a special computer code, designed to +activate an elaborate computer program. Again, with the reluctant +help of these same Humanoid species, we were able to retrieve all +of the relevant pieces, enabling us to essentially 'run' the +computer program. The result turned out to be an ancient, recorded +message from this now extinct, progenitor race, who informed us +that it was they who had actually introduced their genetic material +into the fertile grounds of this galaxy, essentially guaranteeing +their immortality though us," Picard explained. + "But how would that relate to us and Kobol? What are the +chances of two disparate Human civilizations evolving +independently? It doesn't make sense," the Councillor said with +irritation. + "True. The odds of creating two independent and, as far as we +have seen, identical types of species are extremely low. However, +had the pool of DNA fragments been large enough and scattered +enough, and had the environmental conditions and planentary +evolution of Kobol been essentially identical to that of Earth, I +would expect that the development of similar Human types could have +been possible. For example, we have seen that very phenomena occur +with the Betazoids. Unfortunately, we really do not know enough +about your origins to speculate on any of this. I leave that up to +the historians, exo-biologists, and exo-paleoanthropologists to +find the answers. I would expect that your presence here may in +fact spawn a new field of study, particularly when your people +reach Earth," Picard remarked with a smile. + "Yes, should our people decide that Earth is where we wish to +go," the President replied. + "But I thought... " Picard began. + "Mister President, I beg to differ. I thought that that was +our goal. That we would seek out our Thirteenth Colony," Adama +suddenly exclaimed, interrupting the Captain. + "Apparently Commander, the fable of the Thirteenth Colony may +be just that, a fable," the graying man said with a huff. + "But the ancient writings... " Adama pleaded. "The Book of +the Word... All of these things distinctly speak of another tribe +who settled on a planet called Earth." + "Again, I know next to nothing about your legends Adama, but +perhaps your 'thirteenth tribe' did travel to Earth long ago, +before our recorded history, and chose to settle among the Humans +already residing there. I only know that our extensive +anthropological studies have verified that we as Humans on Earth, +did evolve there. Naturally there have been many myths from +various peoples, of visitations from what were once popularly +called extra-terrestrials, but we could only prove a single contact +and that was the devastating one we had with the Romulans, just +prior to our planned contact with the Alpha Centuris, who are +located not far from where we are right now," Picard said. + "Well Captain, regardless of what the truth may be, I have +found that a great many of our people have expressed an interest in +settling on an uninhabited planet so that we can fully restore and +maintain our previous way of life." + "Which people are you referring to, Mister President?" Adama +asked with disbelief. + "Adama really, you must find more time to mingle with the +people. Your isolation aboard the Galactica has truly rendered you +ignorant of the peoples's wishes," retorted the Councillor. + With controlled anger, Adama replied, "I beg your pardon, sir, +but I... " + "Gentleman," Picard interrupted, recognizing an argument in +the making and astutely signalling for a tall, dark-haired and +dark-eyed man to join them. "If you would, I would like to +introduce you to Ambassador Darrion Marks. He is a Federation +Ambassador from the planet Betazed, whose specialty is +colonizations and resettlements." + "Ambassador," Adama said, with relief. + "Ambassador," the Council President echoed gruffly. + "The Ambassador will be joined by others who will be able to +answer any questions you have regarding Federation concerns, and he +will be able to provide your people with assistance as a mediator +in deciding what options you may have as a next step," Picard +added. + "Thank you Captain," remarked the Councillor. "There is much +we need to discuss with the Ambassador." Promptly placing his arm +around the Ambassador, he then said to him, "Please, come. There +are some people I would like you to meet." + The two men immediately moved away from the ship Captains. + Adama looked at Picard with trepidation. "It seems that our +problems are now only just beginning," he said sadly. + "Apparently, but that's to be expected. It is always the +darkest before the dawn, Adama. I only hope that you will come to +a solution that will benefit everyone," Picard replied. + "Yes, but there are other factors involved. Political +factors. Power factors, or better yet, the loss of power. You +see, there are a number of members on our Council whose only status +derives from being a member. That can be pretty heady. No one +with that type of power, that much control, ever wants to give it +up," Adama explained. + "I'm afraid Commander, that that will be something that your +people must resolve internally. Again, I remind you that our Prime +Directive... " + "Forbids your interference into our internal affairs," Adama +said completing the sentence with remorse. + "That's right Commander. You see, we have found that in the +past, whenever we involved ourselves in the politics of other +worlds, for example, aiding one side in a civil war, ultimately +that innocent gesture caused devastating effects on that planet's +population and culture." + "But had you not intervened," Adama injected, "would not the +winning side devastate the losers?" + "Yes and in most cases that was the result. However we view +it from the standpoint that had we not encountered that world +initially, we would not have even been aware that a war was going +on at all. Ultimately, the same result would have occurred +regardless. Again, we act on experience. At one time, the +argument you just related was used to justify the arming of both +sides of warring factions, to allow for some sort of balance. This +produced even more devastating consequences. Basically we found +that we unintentionally extended the wars, causing many tens of +thousands, and in some cases, many millions more deaths than what +would have occurred had we not interfered. Commander, the bad +experiences have left a bitter taste in our mouths and although it +pains me and many of my crew to say this, we gladly enforce this +most important of the Federation's principles, to allow a +civilization to develop along it's natural course." + "But you provide mediators, as you have done today. Wouldn't +that be considered interference?" Adama asked. + "In this instance, and when you look at the general spirit of +the Prime Directive, you will see that we only wish to live in and +maintain peace. That is really the whole point. To be able to +live in peaceful coexistence with the other member species of our +Federation. Should any of those members fall into a dispute, we +try as best as we can to diffuse and solve the situation. Again, +to promote the idea of peace. You see, we have pledged that we +will never declare war on another unless we are attacked first. We +operate on a purely defensive stance. Should any of our members +become embroiled in civil disorders, we immediately dispatch +mediators, if requested, to help diffuse the tension. Should civil +war ensue and we exhaust our diplomatic means for a solution, the +Federation Council has the right to bar that world from membership. +In fact, the political climate and stability of a given world is +one of the criteria for membership in the Federation. We evaluate +very carefully whether the planet can abide by certain basic +principles that we set forth." + "But that appears to be a very exclusive arrangement." + "Not at all Commander. We have granted much leeway to allow +for the incorporation of quite a variety of cultures into the +Federation, including systems whose political structures would seem +alien or even harsh to you or I. Again, the criteria for +membership are quite broad however, there are certain principles +and rights which we demand be made available locally, to be +eligible for membership." + "I see now Captain, that I have a lot of studying ahead of me +so that I can understand what I've gotten myself into. I still +realize however, that although we may come under the protective +wing of the Federation, we still have the Cylon threat that looms +large," Adama remarked. + "Yes Commander, I must agree. Fortunately, our detailed +report to Star Fleet and the Federation Council have convinced them +that the Cylons may present a real threat to the security and well +being of the Federation membership. They have agreed to study the +problem further. In fact, they have tracked Baltar's Baseship and +found that it is currently stationed somewhere within our Neutral +Zone. Except for extreme emergencies, we are forbidden by treaty +to enter that area of space. Unfortunately due to the destructive +capacity of these Baseships, we are afraid that their presence in +the Neutral Zone may antagonize our cold war enemies, the Romulans, +who may in turn interpret the Cylon presence as some veiled +Federation attempt at agression into their territory. Believe me +when I tell you that these Cylons, though technologically inferior +to the Federation, are about to cause us a lot of problems. +Problems that are more political in nature than military, but that +may prove to be devastating regardless, particularly with respect +to how their sudden appearance is interpreted by our enemies," the +Enterprise Captain said with resignation. + "I profusely apologize Captain, for bringing our problems to +your doorstep, but I believe your organization, with it's amazing +diversity of peoples, should have the ability to solve this dilemma +satisfactorily," Adama said with confidence. + "I hope we will Commander. 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With a layout like this, you would think that you were +aboard a luxury cruiser like the Rising Star and not aboard a +military ship," Athena exclaimed, as she selected a chair adjacent +to the window. + "Well Athena, this isn't really a military ship, since Star +Fleet isn't actually a military organization," Troi quickly +corrected. + "But the weapons you have aboard are, well... awesome," +commented Lieutenant Sheba. + "Yes but they're strictly used for defense. We will never +overtly attack someone unless we were provoked, and even then we +usually try a diplomatic solution first rather than fire power," +Beverly Crusher added. + "Your world sounds so idyllic, so utopic, Doctor. The more +you describe it, the more I want to see it," Casseopia declared. + "Believe me Casseopia, when I tell you that it wasn't always +that way. We've had more than enough of our share of wars in the +past. The final one among ourselves was a virtual nuclear +holocaust, nearly wiping out our entire population," replied +Crusher. + "And what about you, Deanna. You said that you are a Beta... +a Beta...?" Athena stumbled. + "Betazoid. Actually, only half-Betazoid," Troi replied. + "But you don't look any different from Humans. In fact, I +just assumed... " interrupted Sheba. + "Well my father was a Human and my mother a Betazoid and as +for the differences, actually, physically we are very, very similar +to Humans, however my people are naturally telepathic. In fact, +although I am mixed, I have at least retained some of those +abilities," Deanna explained. + "You mean that you can read my mind?" Athena blurted. + "Well, not exactly. I can only sense your emotions." + "I guess that really helps in your occupation as a Counselor," +Casseopia surmised. + "In a way, yes. I find it allows me to better treat my +patients and it allows me to better understand what truly bothers +them. Unfortunately there are many drawbacks as well," Troi +continued. + "I can imagine," exclaimed Sheba. "How does your empathy work +anyway? I mean, do you sense things all the time?" + "That is the drawback Sheba. You see, from a very young age, +Betazoid children are gradually taught how to control the input of +all of these thoughts and emotions. We are also taught to think +freely, except in certain cases where we might choose to maintain +certain private thoughts. This is critical, otherwise we would +literally go mad from trying to distinguish our own emotions, our +own states of being, from those around us." + "Gee," Athena began. "At first I figured that being +telepathic or empathic would be kinda neat, but now, after you +mentioned the problems, I think I'd have second thoughts." + "Oh, it's not that bad. Actually, living with these thoughts +and emotions from others all my life, has made me feel multi- +dimensional. I know that's sort of hard to describe to a non- +empath, but I guess the best way to say it is to relate an +experience I had when I temporarily lost my empathic abilities. I +felt as if my very being was taken from me. I felt so alone, so +empty, without the comfort of those minds that have been present +with me all my life. It was really a very scary and stressful time +for me," Deanna related. + All of a sudden Guinan walked up to the group and smiled +saying, "So, what'll you ladies have?" + "How about some Ambrosia?" Sheba suggested. + "Ambrosia? Now let's see... " Guinan began. "There are at +least fifty different types that I'm aware of within the Federation +territories. Outside of the Federation, well there must be... " + "How about some Earth champagne, Guinan?" Crusher suggested, +quickly halting Guinan's upcoming list of varieties. "We might as +well introduce our guests to some of the tastes of Earth." + "Actually that sounds like a good idea," said Casseopia. + "I'm game," Athena added. + "Sure, why not?" Sheba remarked. + "Alright Doctor," Guinan conceded. "What kind would you like?" + Beverly Crusher paused, gently stroking her chin with one hand +and then finally responding, "Well, how about you picking out a +good one for us? One from France, where the bubbly originated," +she recommended. + "I'll be back in a minute," Guinan said with a smile and a +slight nod of her head. + "So, this turned out kinda nice. A real 'girls night out'. +Especially now that you're fit as a fiddle Sheba," Beverly +remarked. + "Yeah, this is kinda fun," Athena added. "We were always in +such a constant state of emergency all these sectons, it was really +hard to just be able to sit back and relax and just talk about odds +and ends." + "I agree and I appreciate your medical expertise Doctor. I +really do feel better than I've felt in a long time. Besides, I'd +rather be here with all of you talking about different things, than +making a big production out of stupid card game like some people we +know," Sheba kidded. + "Yes, I heard about that. Will described it like it was some +sort of competition or something," Deanna Troi added. + "The 'Battle of the Yahren'," Casseopia said for +clarification. "'The Galactica versus the Enterprise'. You would +think that they would get tired of it, centaur after centaur." + "Well actually, I have to admit that I do enjoy our weekly +poker games," the Enterprise Doctor said defensively. "I play just +to get a break from the stress. It can be very entertaining, +especially when playing with Worf and Data." + "Oh sure. I don't mind playing cards," Athena injected. +"It's just that those guys take it soooo seriously." + "I agree Athena," Troi replied. "It's as if their very +manhood is on the line." + "You're right. Especially Worf," Crusher conceded. "He is so +serious when he plays. He 'must strive for a victory'," she then +said, mimicking Worf's rumbling voice and then bursting into a fit +of giggles at her sorry attempt. + "Well I hear that Starbuck has challenged your android Data, +figuring that if he can beat an android as sophisticated as +Commander Data, then he can beat anyone," said Sheba. + "Well it's not like Data wins all the time," Troi noted. "You +see, these card games are based as much on bluffing as they are on +skill and the odds. Data is still learning how to recognize a +bluff when he sees one," she said with a chuckle. + "Boy, when I first met him, it was, well, it was kind of +scary, you know?" said Casseopia. "I hate to use that word, maybe +eery is better. It's just that after talking with him for a while, +he seemed so... so Human. I literally forgot that he was only a +machine." + "You and everyone else aboard this ship, Cassie. It is hard +sometimes," Crusher sympathized. + "That's right. In fact, you wouldn't believe how many young, +single female crew members aboard this ship have a crush on him. +It's really incredible," added the Ship's Counselor. + "A crush? But how? I mean he... Well he can't really... do +it... can he?" Athena asked with confusion. + "Lieutenant Commander Data is, as he fondly likes to state, +'fully functional', Athena," Beverly said with a wink. "Basically, +his creator Doctor Soong built him to be anatomically correct and +then programmed him appropriately for 'full interaction with +Humans', if you know what I mean," she added. + "Oh my! I'm trying to envision it... " Casseopia said, +giggling with amusement and suddenly showing renewed interest in +this new and somewhat spicy subject of conversation. + "Don't," Troi cautioned. "Although I have had many, many +conversations with women aboard this ship regarding their +infatuation with Data, I have counseled them to try to keep in mind +that the Commander is not programmed with real emotions. Or at +least those which we have seen fully expressed." + "You see," Crusher added, "even if you fall in love with him, +he can never fall in love with you." + "And acceptance of that fact is what usually causes the most +problems," Deanna continued. "I had to deal with one such case +several years ago when Data decided to consent to a request from a +crew member to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, the woman had just +gone though a bad experience with a previous boyfriend," Troi +explained. + "And how did that turn out?" Athena asked with anticipation. + "Not too good. You see, this woman was really only using Data +as a crutch after coming out of a bad affair. Her jumping back +into another relationship so soon, and then to have one with an +android who could never fulfill what she craved for, was the worst +thing she could have ever done." + "Don't get us wrong," the doctor injected. "We love Data like +family, it's just that... well, even with all of his sophisticated +programming and his uncanny portrayal of various Human male +behaviors, he could never adequately and convincingly express +feelings for her." + "Gee, it's just that he seems like he'd be the perfect guy. +I mean he's tall, dark and handsome and he's always so gentle and +polite. In fact I found that he's really pretty humorous too. I +don't know, he just seems like a really, really nice guy," Athena +mused. + "Well Athena, he is a really 'nice guy', but remember, he's +just a machine, albeit a very complex one, but a machine +nevertheless," Troi said. + "You know, that's really a shame. It's so ironic," Sheba said +with a sigh. + "Why do you say that?" Troi queried. + "I think what Sheba means is that it's a shame and ironic that +the only perfect man out here in the entire universe, happens to be +a machine," Casseopia rationalized, with a wry smile. "You say +he's anatomically correct? I say to hell with it and let's all go +for him. I think he can handle it." + And with that, the five women burst out in unrestrained +laughter, all nodding in perfect agreement, as Guinan carefully +placed glass goblets around the table and began to pour the +champagne. Real champagne and not the synthehol substitute. + They spent the rest of the evening pleasantly inebriated while +carefully plotting how they would carry out Casseopia's suggestion. + + ----- + + The mood in the Colonial Council Chambers aboard the Galactica +was charged as the fiery debate began, a debate that would +ultimately determine the fate of the Human survivors from the +Colonies. Adama, the representative from Caprica, quietly observed +the proceedings. The Aquarian Council President gingerly guided +the discussions. + "We cannot allow our people to disperse. That will mean the +end of all of our cultures, cultures that were built up over the +millennia. It will mean the end of the life that we have always +known, forever," one Councillor, a Leo, boomed. + "The day the Cylons destroyed our home worlds was the day that +our way of life was irrevocably changed forever, regardless," the +Saggitarian countered. + "But you cannot deny that even in flight, we here have not +abandoned our ways completely. We have maintained the Council and +our laws," the Leo remarked defensively. + "Yes but that must come to an end. We must join together with +our Human brothers and sisters so that we may repel the Cylon +threat," the Virgo representative interrupted. + "Here, here," remarked a Taurean in agreement. + "The Cylons will have no effect here. It is obvious that +these people can easily dispatch the Cylons without any effort. I +say we find some suitable, uninhabited planet, within this so- +called Federation space and re-create what we lost, rebuild our +worlds," suggested a Gemonese. + "But the people, my people the Cancers, wish to settle on +Earth. They expect no delay," came a retort. + "My people however, the Aries, do not feel that way. We agree +with the Gemonese. Our people wish to settle on a world were they +can follow the laws underwhich they were born and raised and not +those imposed on us by some outsiders, most of whom are not even +Human." + "How can we argue about this? What we must do is put the +issue to a vote. We must ask the people what they want." +recommended the Councillor from Libra. + "Yes, yes. That is what we need. A vote. Should the +majority wish to settle on a single or perhaps on a group of +planets in a system, then that is what we must do," noted the +Piscon. + "And what if the people decide to go to Earth?" the Council +President interjected with obvious frustration. + "Well then that will have to be recognized as the wish of..." + "And our Council, our ancient body, passed down to us through +the generations, would be lost," bemoaned the representative from +Scorpio. "We would have no position, no power, no say in this +alien government. This body would essentially be dissolved. Is +that what you want?" + At once, some members began to murmur in agreement, others in +disagreement of the assessment of their future, their status, their +very livelihoods. + The President abruptly halted the discordant voices. "Please, +please. Come to order. I recommend that before we allow the +transfer of any of our people away from the Fleet, except for those +who are seriously ill, we take the time to research this situation +very carefully. I suggest that we adjourn immediately and return +in a secton's time, after we have learned more about the options +that we will be given. That way, we will have a better handle on +our situation." + "Agreed," several members said simultaneously. Others nodded. + "Then this Council meeting stands adjourned until one secton +from today," the Council President concluded. + + ----- + + "It is your bet Lieutenant," the android Commander observed to +Starbuck. + "Yeah, yeah. Just a centon... " Starbuck said while running +his fingers through his hair. + "Starbuck, just be careful, Ok?" replied Apollo, who was +seated at the side of the table only to observe. + "Hey. Nothin' to worry about. I got this game all figured +out now," Starbuck retorted. + "Yeah right Starbuck. Sure," Boomer mumbled. + "Are you in or what?" Commander Riker said with irritation, +unconsciously stroking his beard while studying his cards. + "Yeah, Ok. I'll bet fifty credits over the rest," replied Lt. +Starbuck after he punched some numbers into his calculator. + "You are cheating!" Worf suddenly remarked for the umteenth +time that night. + "Cheating? Never Lieutenant. I figured out a system here +that's guaranteed to work," Starbuck replied defensively as he +punched a few more numbers into the calculator. + "Excuse me Lieutenant, but again I must remind you that your +calculation of the odds may prove to be a waste of time as there +are only fifty-two cards in the deck and... " + "Uh, excuse me Commander Data, but you can't tell Starbuck +here anything. Believe me, we've tried," Boomer interrupted. + "Hey come on guys, that's not fair," came the hesitant reply +from Starbuck. + "Worf, your bet," Will Riker said with a huff. + "I fold," Worf grumbled. + "Lieutenant Jolly?" Data queried. + "Too rich for me!" Jolly replied with a disgusted sigh, +throwing his useless cards onto the table. + The Enterprise Second Officer then reached into his large pile +of chips, tossed a handful into the center and remarked, "Dealer is +in and I will raise you by ten. Lieutenant Boomer?" + "Forget it. That just blew me away!" + "Commander Riker?" + "Hmmm. Sixty more huh? Ok, I'll match the sixty and raise +one hundred," Riker exclaimed while pushing his remaining chips +into the growing pile of bets. + "Sheesh!" remarked Apollo. "I don't know if I can stand this +anymore!" + "Which is why you ain't playing, my friend. This is +definitely high stakes stuff. Just the way I like it," Starbuck +remarked with excitement. + "Here we go again," Jolly mumbled. + "Watch me. I can't lose. I'll match your hundred and add +this... " said the Colonial Warrior, who shoved the remainder of +his large pile of Colonial credits, Orion cheques and Enterprise +poker chips into the center of the table. He then reached into his +jacket and dramaticallly tossed an unusual gold-colored object onto +the top of the bets. + "What the hell is this?" asked Riker after he reached over and +picked up the object, slowly turning it around in his hands. + "Pure gold Commander. Pure gold. That's all you need to +know," replied Starbuck. + "Uh Starbuck, didn't that belong to your... " + "Never mind Boomer, doesn't matter anyway. Commander Data?" + Data looked at the object that Riker carefully placed back on +top of the pile and remarked, "Intriguing. This game seems to have +taken on an interesting twist. However, I must inquire as to the +relative value of that object so that I can bet accordingly." + "That thing must be worth at least five hundred credits +Commander," observed Lt. Jolly. + "At least," Boomer confirmed. + "Well, a bit more than that, but five hundred will do." +Starbuck conceded with a mischievous smile. He wished he could +light the cigarello he held in his hand but he held off knowing +that the Enterprise crew did not fully appreciate the joys and +pleasures of smoking. + "Very well," Data said as he again reached for his stack of +chips. "I will match your bet and raise you another hundred." He +then pushed his remaining chips towards the center of table. + "Damn!" Riker suddenly spat out. "I'm dry. I fold." + "Well Commander. Looks like it's just you and me," Starbuck +remarked. "Hmm, let's see," he hedged. "Uhh Apollo, you got +any... " + "Oh no Starbuck. No way. Absolutely not!" came Captain +Apollo's reply. + "Boom Boom, buddy... " + "NO! Don't even look this way." + "And don't look over here either," Jolly added. + "I still think he's cheating!" exclaimed the Klingon. + "Hey, I'm honest guys. I don't need to cheat with the way I +got this figured out. In fact... " + "Lieutenant," Data suddenly interrupted. "I believe there is +a common Earth phrase that is often used in this type of game and +that is usually spoken at this moment." + "Huh? Uhhhh, Wh... what's that?" Starbuck asked, now somewhat +distracted by his frantic search for any additional currency in his +pockets. + "I believe it goes, 'put up or shut up'," came the reply. + Nearly everyone in the room tried with much difficulty to +stifle giggles at the android's blunt remark. Commander Riker and +Lieutenant Jolly began to turn red and both covered their eyes when +Starbuck suddenly stopped all movement and slowly looked up at +Data's now cocky expression. + "Boy Commander Riker, you were right about him," was the only +thing Starbuck could choke out. + "You didn't believe me... " Riker said with a snicker. + "Ok, Ok. In a few centaris I get paid. I will bet my entire +secton's pay, which should top your bet Commander. And I call, +seeing that you've used up all your currency. So there!" Starbuck +exclaimed. + With a raise of an eyebrow Data said, "I will accept that bet +on the condition that your colleagues guarantee that you 'pay up'." + "Yeah, yeah, tell 'em Apollo. I'm good for the money. +Besides, the reputation of the Galactica is on the line," Starbuck +responded. + "You know Starbuck, I just don't understand why you do this," +Apollo lamented. + "Hey buddy. Please. Just give him your word. As a Warrior. +As a Colonial Warrior. You know," he continued, jabbing Apollo in +the ribs, "for the Galactica's sake?" + "Alright. I give my word. Good enough Commander Data?" +Apollo said with resignation. + "That is sufficient," Data replied. He then briefly tilted +his head down to look at his cards and a mischievous version of a +smile that he recently perfected, began to creep on his lips. He +quickly shifted his eyes upward to look directly at Starbuck. +Slowly, he laid his cards, face up on the table for everyone to +see. + Starbuck looked at the cards spread on the table with +confusion and then he too laid his cards down, face up in front of +him. He suddenly began to smile and shake his head. + At that moment, the remaining occupants in the room hesitated +momentarily, looking back and forth at the two displays of cards +and then they finally began to laugh hysterically, shaking their +heads in disbelief. Even Worf reacted, managing a small smile and +a nod. Data looked around the room puzzled as he tried to fathom +the source of the humor in the situation. +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DARK_DAWN_ IF DISTRIBUTED. +THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR +FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!darkstar.UCSC.EDU!news.hal.COM!olivea!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DARK DAWN - Postlogue +~Date: Mon, 20 Jun 94 12:23:39 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 62 +Message-ID: <5C1yYkr.bjhenry@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1a.delphi.com + + DARK DAWN + + Postlogue + +Adama's Journal + +"Our good fortune has lifted a load from my heart as we near the +end of our long journey from our Colonies. However a new threat +has surfaced, one not connected to the possibility of a renewed +Cylon attack but a threat more dangerous, more divisive than we +could ever know... the conflict that is beginning among ourselves. + +I have requested that Captain Picard and his ship be permitted to +stay with us for just a little while longer so that we can begin to +adjust to our new surroundings, with it's unusual measurement +systems and different philosophies. I am also preparing to have +him speak at the next meeting of the Council of the Twelve, +scheduled for a secton from now, so that we can forestall what +could truly become the end of everything that we know and believe +in. I do not want to think the unthinkable, the possibility of a civil +war. I put my faith in the Lords to help us through." + + --o-- + +Captain's Log. Stardate 47242.1 + +"We have received permission from Star Fleet to remain with the +Colonial Fleet to help them cope with their adjustment to what will +be a new way of life. We will remain with them until such time +when the proper Federation mediators and psychologists arrive, +which should occur within several weeks. + +My observations of the Humans from the Colonies suggest that +tremendous internal conflict is beginning to develop among them and +I am profoundly saddened that there is nothing that I can do within +the tenets of the Prime Directive to help the situation. Only time +will tell before we will know in which direction the fates will +actually take them. All I can forsee for them at this moment is a +kind of dark dawn, a clouded hope, from which they must strive to +find the light. However, I fear the tempest is yet to come. +Picard out." +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Dark_Dawn_, by B.J. 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Anyhow, there are spelling and grammar mistakes, but + those are because I wrote and posted on first draft...no time to do + otherwise. Enjoy) + +**************************** ************** + + STAR TREK : DARKEST DAYS + + written by Sean Corbett + + ************ ************** ************ ************** + + + Historians Note: + The events that take place in this story are + to take place one month after the incedent at + Virdian III. (See Generations.) + + ***** ***** **** + + + + + PROLOGUE + + + + The rain continued to fall on the remains of the four century old +house, burnt to the ground only a month before. Former Captain of the +starship Enterprise, Jean-Luc Picard, stood at what would had been the +front doorway, looking at the wreckage, knowing his entire family had +perished in it. He was the last of the Picards, a family knee deep in +costume and culture, and tradition. All of what the millenia old family +had been now rested on the shoulders of one man. + For the thirtieth day, Picard had come to pay homeage, to grieve, +to look on in disbelief at the fate of his only living relatives. The +rain that had fallen had soaked the ground, letting the ashes of the +wooden home swell and give off a musty odor. Standing beside the once +great shipship commander, was the only person to survive the fire; the +housekeeper, Elizabeth. She had suffered only a minor burn on his arm, +trying to help Picards' own brother out of the house, but she just wasn't +strong enough. He had died, and Picard knew that she had at least tried. + He turned away, looking down the worn dirt road, hoping that +someone would come, perhaps to rescue him from this miserable depression +he had found himself wallowing in. But no one came, not a single person +had shown up at his vineyard in more than a month. I don't belong here, +he thought, I need to get out of here, before it gets to me. + It was too late, it had already gotten to him. + An hour later, the rain had all but stopped and the sun shined +high over the mountains that kept this valley secure for thousands of +years. Picard had looked up and wondered when the call would come, the +call for a new command. He and his command crew had been given "extended +shoere leave" which meant that no command was ready for them. The rest of +the crew, the ones who were well enough after the crash, had all been +reassigned to other vessels. + Unlike the last few days, Picard had not found himself picking +through the rubble for anything that may possibly have any value to him, +anything sentimental. Today he walked the length of his yard, looking at +the vines, hoping that he would be able to rebuild someday on what had +fallen. He noticed the sun had dissappeared, looking up, hoping that no +more rain was coming, he saw a shuttle glide down from the heavens, land +near what had been the front yard, and a young officer emerge. + It's about time, he thought. + The young cadet, it seemed, walked hurried over to Picard, who had +started his way back to the house. A house that no long lived. + From the distance, he could hear the man say, "Captain Jean-Luc +Picard? Priority One Message form 'Fleet Command." Now that was something +he hadn't expected. Priority One, he thought, what in god's name would +they do that for. + When they were finally face to face, "Sir, Admiral Necheyev wishes +you to return to the City immediately. There seems to be a problem, +Captain. ". + Picard took the cue, "Delta Problem?". + "Aye, sir,"the boy said, "It is definitely a ... Delta Problem." +He could see Picard turn pale, so pale he looked like the android. I +should have asked what a 'Delta Problem' is when I was back at +headquarters, the young officer said. + "Very good, Ensign. Let me get my things, and we can leave." + + + + CHAPTER ONE + + + + "Two hundred?" Sisko exclaimed, he wanted to strangle the little +bastard, "Where exactly do you think you're going to put two hundred +cases of that Klingon goo?" + Quark thought he had made one of the best deals of the year, he +thought wrong, "I...uh...I was hoping to store them down where the mining +equipment used to be, Commander." + " Hmph, I can tell him where to put that crap," the Constable +said from his place on the uppermost level of Ops, Deep Space Nine. He +was in a good mood this morning, and it seemed everyone know knew. + "What if it spoils?" Sisko asked. + "Qau'Kla doesn't spoil, in fact it never goes bad." Quark said, +"So how about it commander?" + "Fine, fine..." Sisko said, heading back to his office, the doors +swooshed open,"If I smell one bad thing down there, that Qau'Kla is +getting beamed out." + "Oh, thank you, Commander." Quark said, thankful that he didn't +have to offer any latinum for the storage of the food. + The doors closed behind Sisko, he walked around the edge of his +desk and flopped down into his chair. A little peace and quiet, he +thought, will do me a little good. + The chime of the office door woke Ben Sisko from the light sleep +he was moving into, Kira stood in the door, hands behind her back, "What +is it, Major?" + She hestitated at first, then took a step forward, "Commander, +there is a Priority Two message on a secure subspace channel from +StarBase 312." He knew why she hestitated, she hated those damned secret +messages StarFleet liked to send. + "Pipe in here," Sisko said. Kira turned on her heels and +signaled to someone in Ops to make the proper contection. The door +closed. On the viewscreen beside Sisko's desk, on the wall, appeared the +symbol of the Federation on a blue background. The screen resolved into +the image of an Andorian Admiral. Damn, Sisko thought, I can never +remember his name. "Admiral, what can I do for you?" + The blue creature frowned, or at least tried to, "That's Admiral +T'Welz to you, Commander Sisko," he said through the slit that they +called a mouth. + "Yes, Sir." He was steaming, never liked him anyway. + "Commander, I wanted to inform you that StarFleet intellegence +indicates that the Borg have made an offensive move against the Romulan +Star Empire." the antennae on his head moving in every which way. "We +also feel that they have made a move against the Dominion in the Gamma +Quadrant." + "Understood, Admiral." SIsko said. My god, he thought, the Borg +making two moves at once. This isn't good. + "You are ordered to beef up security on the station and begin +battle drills with your starship...completely precautionary, Commander," +the Andorian said, his dull blue skin looked marked with the scares of +some Andorian disease. + "Understood, sir" + "Admiral T'Welz, StarBase 312, Out." and the screen reverted +back to the Federation symbol and blue background. + Damn, he thought, damn. + + + + CHAPTER TWO + + + "So... there she is, " the 'Fleet Commander said. Beside him stood +the night manager of the 'Fleet Museum, mostly there for security +reasons, not for managing anything. They stood inside the well lit +command center, a room with four inche thick transparent aluminum as a +window looking out in the elder space station. Out there, beyond the +glass, were the ships that had formed the Federation, mostly outdated +rust-buckets, some stood ready for reassignment. One stood ready to fight +the Borg, though her engineers had constructed her more than a hundred +years before, for very different reasons. + "I don't think I can make that kind of decision," the freckled +twnety-something said, his uniform the standard, though he would never +actually be part of StarFleet. + "Oh, sure you can... besides, I'm not asking for permission, I'm +giving an order." the Fleet Admiral said. He liked giving orders, he +liked doing this kind of thing every now and again. It just gets to +stuffy in the same office day in and day out, he thought. + "Yes, sir," the night manager said, "But I don't think Bob's going +to like this...". He reached down and flung the lights that shined on the +old girl on, the metal plating of the ship glowed with age, a proud and +respected ship, she was. She was also the last of her kind, the last of +thirteen original ships. Now she was being readied for one final voyage, +one that would be both a beginnings, of sorts, and a reunion, of sorts. + "Don't worry, we'll take good care of her." The Admiral said, +patting the young man on the back, "We're going to upgrade weapons and +shields and that will be all... she'll look the same," trying to comfort +the boy/man. + "What about...uhh...what about a warp core? She doesn't have one, +you know," the manager of the "Fleet Museum said. + "We'll take care of that too..." + + *** *** *** *** + + "Captain Picard," the Romulan said, thinking of what he knew of +the man,"Yes, we've met many times, all of them quite friendly, of +course.". His outstretched brow, hiding his eyes for his commanders view. + Sitting behind her desk, Sela said, " Good, Commander Tomolak, +because it is you who will be in command of the 'Welcoming Committee' +when Picard and StarFleet arrive.". She sat back, remembering what had +transpired last time Picard and his damned android had been in Romulan +territory. And that damned logical Spock, she thought, he's still here. +Well, when we defeat the Borg and cripple the StarFleet when they leave, +I'll take care of him...personally. + + + CHAPTER THREE + + + The Bridge loomed large before the incoming shuttle, Picard and +Ensign Rome had spent the entire trip from France in complete silence. +Picard worried about what the 'Delta Problem' could possibly mean to him, +he knew of no ship that was ready for a new command. Picard didn't like +the idea of taking someone elses command, he felt that they were just as +worthy as he to command a starship. Though, he thought, I wouldn't mind +taking the Cairo away from Jellico for a while, just so he knows what's like. + The shuttle sat down on the pad that had been waiting for him. Two +other officers ushered him from the shuttle into Main, the building that +housed all of StarFleet command, the offices, the personnel. Up two +levels and into the official office of the one admiral he didn't want to see, +"Admiral Necheyev, I was wondering when you'd need me again." + "We don't have time for the pleasantries, Captain," She said, he +truly disliked her, and the feeling was seemingly mutual. She leaned +forward, hands clasped on the glass desk. The door closed behind Picard; +he took a seat directly in front of her. "Captain, we both know why we +asked you back..." + "Actually, all I've found out is that we have a 'Delta Problem'". + "Yes, we do..."she said, her hair seemed different to Picard, then +it seemed a different color everytime he saw her. "The Borg are making a +move on the Beta quadrant, on the Romulans." + "And they want us to help fend them off" + "No... they don't want us to, but they need us to," she said, +knowing full well that Picard meant that,"The Romulan's originally went to +the Klingons for help, but were turned down by that damned Gowron. Fool," +she said. + "Then they came to us," + "Not exactly...we recieved a subspace transmission from Ambassador +Spock, on Romulus, telling of the problems with the Borg. It appears, +Captain, that they want what the Romulans have" the Admiral said. + "What's that?" + "People, and many of them... it's seems that when their little +stint with Lore ended, so did his type of terror." + "Admiral, what's this got to do with me?" + "Captain Picard, you are going to lead a 'Task Force' of sixteen +starships, your ship not included, into Romulan space to help defeat the +Borg." + "I see," he said, remembering, all to vividly, what happened last +time they had a run-in with the Borg, then everytime before that... + "You have three days to find Will Riker and the rest of your +command crew... I want you all back here for a briefing on the complete +affair." she said, standing and moving toward the door. + "I understand." he said, leaving the Office of Death, as he +thought of it. Damn, he said, I wanted command back, but not to fight the +Borg. + + **** **** **** **** + + Over the world, a world with no particular sun, orbited a ship of +unknown origin. A ship with powers that would have seemed un-imaginable to +anyone beyond the spacefarers of this century. A ship with a crew from +worlds scattered about the Delta Quadrant, a ship that was built for a +single purpose - to assimilate all intelligent being. A simple task that +was made difficult by the stubborn nature of all living things, by the +free will of those beings. No one wants to be controlled, no one wants to +be changed. No one wants the Borg to come to their world, usually leaving +it in rubble. + That is, no one but those who lived here, on this world. A world of +creatures they had never seen before, a creature that was impossible to +assimilate, a creature that resembled a glowing puddle of water. + It was here, on this world, that the unbelievable thing happened to +the Borg, they made a deal. A deal of no assimilation, a deal that they +could 'live' with. But it was this compromise that started the Borg to +begin to access the only remaining subroutine in their memory circuits +that came from the android named Lore. + The subroutine was named : Deceit. + + + + CHAPTER FOUR + + + Captains Log, Stardate 49001.3 : + It took me two days to discover the whereabouts of Will, but + I eventually tracked him down...New Orleans, what a city it + has become... He just happened to know exactly where to + contact the rest of the command crew of the now deceased + Starship Enterprise. + + "So, Captain, you mind telling me what this is all about?" Riker +said, sauntering over to stand at the bar next to his captain, and friend. + "Will, it's classified information...not here, not now."Picard +answered, "You'll just have to wait till we return to Command for the +formal briefing by Admiral Necheyev." + "Riker didn't like that, classified info. usually meant the +Romulans, and Necheyev usually meant the Borg. But Picard was looking +around, keeping a shifty eye on everyone, including the members of the +jazz band playing in the corner. + "So what are waiting for? I told Data to round up the rest and meet +us at Command at 1800 hours." Will Riker, Commander of the USS Enterprise +NCC 1701-D said. + "Will, it takes only a moment to get to San Fransisco, and that's +five hours from now...Why not just sitback and relax, it'll be the last +time we'll get to do that, for a while." Picard said with a smile, +rubbing the top of his bald, reflecting head. + Riker didn't like the sound of the last line Picard fed him. What +could he mean "for the last time for a while", he thought, it must be one +hell of a mission StarFleet had cooked up for them. + + *** *** *** + + "Captain: Admiral Necheyev just passed by and told me to tell you +that the briefing is being held in Conference Room two on Level five." +Data announced as he stood up, leaving the the couch he had been sitting +on lonely. + "Fine, Mr. Data." + "She also wishes me to inform you that the briefing will begin as +soon as the last person arrives." Data stated matter-of-factly. + "See, Will, I told you we weren't going to be late for anything." +Picard said looking up the foot and a half up to his first officer. + "Actually, Captain, You are the last two scheduled that have yet to +arrive." Data piped in as the three began heading for the 'lift. + Once they got to the fifth floor of the building that held the +brain of StarFleet, they had nothing to do but pass three separate +security checkpoints, before entering the room. Seated around the black +marble table were the heads of StarFleet, his command crew, and the +Romulan Ambassador to the Federation. + "Nice of you to show up," a voice called out from halfway up the +table, a familiar voice that sent shudders down the spine of the chrome- +domed captain. + "Admiral Necheyev, it's a pleasure to see you again," Picard said, +knowing that the last time they spoke was directly after the destruction +of the Enterprise, something she was not the least bit happy about. + "Captain, we would like to get started as soon as possible...So if +you and your men would take your seats, we could get started."She said, +trying to assert her power over the older man. + Picard, Riker, and Data moved around the table to take their +seats, directly across from the Admiral, obviously she wanted to get so +close to the captain that she smell his fear when word of the mission was +told. + Turning to his right, he could see that someone, an admiral he +didn't recognize, had taken to the podium at the oppisite end of the +table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this meeting is being held to discuss a +situation that is becoming all but too obvious to us at StarFleet +Headquarters." The Admiral began. He seemed to babble, Picard drifted +back to his encounter with Dr. Soran and Captain Kirk on Virdian III. + When he came back to present, the admiral was finally getting to +the jest of the meeting, "That's where you come in, Captain Picard." + Oh no, he thought, I've been caught off guard. What's he talking +about, damn. "Excuse me, Sir." was all he could come out with. + "Captain, perhaps I didn't make it clear" the Vulcan Admiral +said, "At the joint request of the Romulan Ambassador and Ambassador +Spock, we at StarFleet command have decided to send a full task force +into Romulan space so help defend against the Borg.". So that's what +it was all about. Romulans versus the Borg, how couldn't I see that +coming, Picard thought. Sitting next to him was Will Riker, who actually +had seen that coming. + "I realize that, Admiral, but what exactly does this have to do +with me and my command crew." Picard said. Jean-Luc was beginning to +feel a little overwhelmed when he finally got the fact that he was going +to be the leader of that task force. "From what I've gotten from +StarFleet Command, the next ship out of Utopia Planitia has already been +assigned a crew." + "True, Captain. That's why we've decided to split you're command +crew into two separate groups. You will lead one ship into Romulan +space, while Commander Riker is given command of The Enforcer." the +Vulcan said. + The Enforcer was the next ship to come out of Utopia Planitia, +although not completed construction, she was combat ready. As for +Picard," Begging the Admirals pardon, What ship am I going to command?" + "As of this time, that information is classified and will be +handed out when StarFleet deems it ready." Admiral Necheyev said from +her seat across from Picard. He could see the dislike she had for him +in her eyes. + "That will be all... Thank You." the Vulcan Admiral said from the +podium, before turning to his right and exiting before any further +questions could be asked. + "That was surely eye opening..." Riker said cynically into Picards +ear. + + + + CHAPTER FIVE + + + "I don't understand, Will" Picard said "They'll tell you what ship +their giving you, but me...why not at least tell me what ship?". He was +agitated, by the secrecy of the whole operation, as if they weren't +telling either of them anything. + "That seems to be the way they're going about everything these days, +sir" Riker said, that is, Captain Riker said. Before leaving the +conference room, Admiral Necheyev had 'field promoted' him to captain, +the better for keeping a crew in shape on such missions as these. A +captain, not a commander. + "On the contrary, sir" Data said, standing behind and between both +of them, biting on his finger nails. Geordi had yet to come up with a +way to get that damned emotion chip out of Data's fused circuitry, "They +have been quite open in the past with command decisions.". + "Data..." Picard said, he was agitated by the whole situation. He +remembered, all to well infact, their last meeting with the Borg. + "Sir," Will said, looking down at his former captain, but still +commanding officer," Perhaps we should begin to go over the crew +rosters, before I leave for Mars." His orders were already clear, a +packet had been handed to him on his way out with his additional command +pip, and the instructions on what to do once he got to the Utopia +Planitia yards in orbit around Mars. + "Will, what's the use going over crew rosters when your orders +have already told you Data and Geordi have been assigned to the +Enforcer. " Picard said, almost whining. He felt bad, he looked bad, he +just wanted to be alone. What Jean-Luc Picard needed was a good, health +mind-meld with a stern Vulcan, something to coo his emotions, and the +depression that overwhelmed him since the lost of his ship. + "I'm sure they'll have valuable, and well trained personell waiting +for you, when you get to your ship... whatever ship that may be." Will +said. + They did eventually go over the rosters before splitting up. Orders +were orders, Will thought. He had seen the orders, and knew what his +captain would be doing on this mission, not much, he told himself. A few +hours later, he and Data had arrived at Utopia Planitia, just in time to +watch them install the warp core from the command location in the +enormous station. + + *** *** *** + + "Well, doctor," Garak said, leaning over the table of virtually +untouched food, "What have you heard?" + "I don't know what you're talking about, Garak." Doctor Bashir +said from across the table. He noticed that Garak was prying into the +business of StarFleet a little more than usual. But, what did that +matter, everyone knew he was a spy. Wasn't he? + "Oh, come now, Doctor... We both know that StarFleet is sending +ships both here and into the Romulan Neutral Zone, I just wanted to know +why." plain and simple Garak said, "You know...curious and all." + "Garak, I do know why. I just can't say."Bashir said, looking +across the table at the Cardassian he ate lunch with at least one a week. +Garak made as if he was going to leave, but stopped when he heard Bashir +take a deep breathe, something the good doctor did right before he gave +up information. And he did it every time, "Well, Garak, you know it's not +really secret information...But it seems the Borg have attacked the +Romulans and the Dominion, and they aren't giving an inch to either." + So, Garak thought, it is true. The ROmulan went to the Federation +for assistance. They must be getting weak. "Why did the Romulans come to +the Federation, and not try the Klingons? They are closer you know..." + "Garak, the Romulans did go to the Klingons...and they turned them +down" Bashir said, wondering why they would do such a thing. + "You know, Doctor, you know why they turned them down?" Garak +asked, looking down at his glass, then up to see Bashir shake his head, +no. "I'll tell you why. The Klingons are most likely hoping that the +Federation does help the Romulans, then when the Federation leaves, when +the Borg are killed...then the Klingons will swoop down and conquer the +weakened Romulan empire..." + + + + CHAPTER SIX + + + "Stand by on aft thrusters,"Riker said. His ship was complete, +crew and all. He just felt, he felt lonely not having Jean-Luc there. But +life would go on, besides he would see him soon enough. + "Aye, sir. Thrusters on stand-by" said Ensign Perez, he seemed a +little jumpy, but who wouldn't. THey were taking a ship straight from the +yard into battle, and just any battle, but battle with the Borg. +Something they all feared, and rightly so. + "Commander Data, inform Flight Control we are ready for +departure." Riker commanded. He enjoyed taking ships from Space Dock, +there was just something magical in it, no matter how many times they did +it. But this was different, there were different rules for taking ships +of these yards. + "Flight Control says, Enforcer is granted departure." Data said +from the helm console. Once they were to get into Romulan space, he would +transfer weapons control to his console, as well as taking care of the +helm controls. + "Very well, Mr. Data. Ensign, full power to the aft thrusters" and +the great ship jolted, then steadied, working her way out in reverse. + "Sir, we are clear of Utopia Planitia." + "Okay, Ensign, set course for the Romulan Neutral Zone. We are to +wait at Golondon 'Cor, for the rest of the task Force...minus Captain +Picard. His ship will be joining us later." Riker said, spilling the +beans early, who could blaim him? No game of twenty questions to play +later, "Full impulse." he said + "Once we are out of the system, take us warp, Mr. Data." Riker +said as he stood to leave. "You have the con, I'll be in my quarters.". +Someplace he feared that wouldn't be his for long. His ship shuddered +slightly, almost like a slow humming vibration, beneath his feet. +SOmething that wasn't felt on the decks of the Galaxy class starship he +served on for eight years. + But now he had a command, the newest ship in the fleet, the most +power ship going in the task force, his ship, his crew: things to be +reckoned with. Watch out Borg, he thought in the 'lift on his way down to +his quarters, here comes Will and the Enforcer. WHat a name, he thought, it +almost made him shake in his own boots, the ship better live up to it. + + + + CHAPTER SEVEN + + + "Task Force Alpha has begun to take shape in orbit above Golondin +'Cor, Admiral." the officer said, troubled by the fact that most of those +on the ships in the task force weren't going to be coming home. + "Inform the Fleet Museum that that warp core is ready to be lifted +in," Admiral Necheyev said back to the young Bolian officer. She had full +control of every aspect of the mission, and her own fate, the reason she +decided to stay behind and let Jean-Luc take it. He really doesn't like +me, she thought, Good, all the better. + And she meant it. + "Aye, Admiral. Transmitting message, now.". + + *** *** *** + + Ben Sisko slid down the back of the couch, he was exhausted by +the drills and inspections he had given, by StarFleet order of course. +These are dangerous times, he thought, and everyone in danger, here, is +my responciblity. Damn. + The chiming of the door brought Sisko back to reality, from the +dreamy state he had been sliding into. Damn, he thought. "Yes," he said, +"Come." + The door slid open, in the light of the hall was silloquetted a +tall, bulky figure that the commander didn't recognize. He couldn't see a +face. "Commander Sisko?" + "Yes, what can I do for you?" was all he could say. There was no +worry of possible attack, he had Odo issue a secret officer to each +person on the station that seemed even remotely sispicious. He sat up a +little straighter, but made no move toward the individual. + "Commander...I have some information you may need..." the +individual said in a raspy tone. He was obviously using something to +disguise his voice, and doing a damned good job at it too. + "And what might that be?" Ben asked. This is getting interesting, +he thought. And here I am half a sleep, and barely paying attention. + "It has become known to those on 'the other side' that the Borg +and Jem'Hadar are pulling their forces together to come and conquer the +Alpha Quadrant." the large person said, being sure to keep the lights to +his back and in the commanders eyes. + "That hardly sounds like the Borg, to me." + "All I can say, is that it is...true. The Founders came to an +agreement to let the Alpha Quadrant be completely assimilated by the +Borg, if they would agree to leave the worlds of the Dominion alone." the +figure said. "I'm sorry, Commander, but it seems you're the first line of +defense for the Federation, for when they do come." + "Who are you?" Sisko asked, knowing he wasn't going to get an +answer. I need to rattle the guy a little, he thought, but just keep him +here. At least until someone passes in the corridor, he thought. + "I'm sorry." and the figure dissappeared, he just dissappeared as +if beamed off the station, but without the effect. Gone. + Damn. + + *** *** *** *** *** + + "No, sir, no one beamed off the station at that time. No, none." +O'Brien told him. Sisko had dragged himself up to Ops., he needed to find +out who the mysterious person was, and most importantly if what the man +said was true. + "Okay...well, look, I know what I saw," Ben Sisko said, worried +and irritated. Damn, he thought, why couldn't he wait 'til morning. + "I find it hard to believe that someone appeared in your doorway, +then just dissappeared." the Constable said. Odo was not happy with all +of the StarFleet personnel that had been arriving on the station. There +seemed to be twice as many in those uniforms, than there ever was in +Cardassian chest plates. + "Dax, contact StarFleet HeadQuarters" Sisko ordered, "I want to +talk to someone. When you get them, pipe it through to my office." + "Understood, Commander." + + + + CHAPTER EIGHT + + + The ship slowly moved forward, the first time her impulse engines +had tasted the hydrogen gas for fusion in almost seventy years. A new +warp core, upgraded weapons and shields, newer, better sensors, that's +all she needed to be brought into the twenty-fourth century. Just because +somethings old, that doesn't mean you throw it away. + Sitting at the helm console was a young cadet straight out of the +academy, obviously a history major. Seated at the communications console, +directly behind the center seat, was a large, burly Klingon officer. He +would be most likely the first, and the last, Klingon to ever serve as an +officer on board a Constitution Class vessel. When this ship was built, +his people were at war with the Federation, something he was not quick to +forget. + Seated in the center seat was Captain Jean-Luc Picard. + "Mr. Worf, contact Utopia Planitia, give them our ETA and explain +that they don't have much time to install the Warp Drive." Picard said, +spinning the large, bulky, underpadded chair, around a full hundred and +eighty degrees. Why couldn't they make them like this, he thought, it +would be so much easier than standing to talk to someone behind me. But +then, Picard realized, I don't have a ship anymore. + "Aye, sir" Worf said from the undersized chair that was constructed +for obviously smaller people, in a different era. "They could have +upgraded these systems, if they wanted to make this mission easy." he +mumbled. + The consoles, except for the helm, had been untampered, the same +switch boards, the same overhead monitors, the same damned blinking +lights, gave the bridge of the USS Exeter the same feel it always had. +"Mr. Worf, this vessel is an antique...be proud to just be aboard,"Picard +said turning back to the smaller than expected Main View Screen. + Worf nodded, then set to making the call to Mars. + "Sir, we are clear of the Museum, course heading, sir?" the young, +red-headed officer said, from the helm. His eyes were lit, as if he had +made a great discovery, a feeling that Picard had felt years earlier. + "Ensign Topper, best speed to Utopia Planitia." Picard said, as he +stood to leave the confines of the drastically small bridge. Damn, he +thought, no ready room. "Oh, Mr. Worf, make sure that our Chief Engineer +is ready, and on time, when we get to the Yard." he said turning his +attention back to his security/communications/weapons chief. A nod from +Worf, and Picard entered the sole turbolift that led to and from the +bridge. + He grasped the thick handle, "Level Four" he said to no one. This +mission was difinitely becoming interesting. He was the greatest starship +captain of the twenty-fourth century, on his way to lead a task force +against the Borg, in Romulan space, in a hundred year old starship. I +don't belong in the seat, he thought, Kirk does. This was his kind of +ship, not mine. Why, he thought to himself. + The doors swooched open to the fourth level of the saucer, an +angular hallway stretched out before him. At least I'll have a little of +an advantage, he thought, but one like Jim Kirk would. I'll have to +manage, if I want to survive, if we're all going to survive. + + + + CHAPTER NINE + + + "Commander Sisko, there is nothing we can say on the situation. It +does appear that the Borg are making a move in the Gamma Quadrant, but +that be no means...means that the Borg are coming through." the Andorian +Admiral said, leaning forward close to the view screen. He was agitated, +irritated that Sisko had found out something he wasn't supposed to know. +Now all he could do for the time, is deny that anything was taking place. + "Then, why, Admiral,"Sisko began, " is StarFleet sending six +starships to this sector?". Sisko was eager to hear the explanation for +this one. He found it hard to believe what he was being told by his +superior officer, compared to what a vanishing person had said only an +hour earlier in his doorway. + "Three of the ships are for protection against the Marquis, they +are : the Avenger, the Revere, and the Voyager. "the Admiral said. His +command pips/pin sparkling in the lights that lit his office. They also +happened to light up the droplets of sweat that were forming on his blue +brow. + "And what of the other three...if I may ask, sir" Ben Sisko asked, +hestitating a bit, not wanting to make the admiral made. I don't even +remember, he thought, his name. Damn. + "Commander, you tread a very thin line," the Andorian said, his +slit like mouth turning slightly downward. "The other three are coming to +survey the area around the wormhole better than before..." then the +transmission started to break-up, just a little static at first, but then +it worsened to the point that Sisko could no longer make out the face or +the voice. Damn, he thought. + Slapping his communicator, "Dax, what's happening...the +transmission from StarBase 312 has broken up." he shouted, the static +still loud in the background. + Over the comm channel, he heard Dax, "Ben, it's being jammed at +StarBase 312. There's nothing we can do." + Sisko thought about that one, what was going on, who does the +Admiral think he's fooling, Sisko thought, he already told me that the +Borg were coming, just not when. He's hiding something, he's hiding +something big, he thought. "Dax, send Priority One Message to StarFleet +Command HeadQuarters... on Earth.". + "Ready when you are, Ben" she said. But Ben had to think, what +exactly was he going to say, that the admiral at StarBase 312...what was +his name? T'Well? T'Welz? that's it... that Admiral T'Welz at StarBase +312 was keeping vital information from him? that the Admiral was faking a +jammed transmission, so not to give out that information? He thouht, I'll +them the truth, I'll tell them about the mysterious man, and the Admiral, +and the ships that are being sent out here, and the fact that I believe +the man about the Borg and the Jem'Hadar. Damn, he thought, this is +turning out to be one hell of a week. + + *** *** *** *** + + "Captain to the bridge, Captain to the bridge" Worf called over the +PA. He had had trouble with his communicator, something about the new +design, they never seemed to work right when they brung out new ones. And +that went with these as well. He was forced with doing it the way they +did it when this ship was originally in service. + Picard was already on his way to the bridge when Worf's booming +voice filled the corridor. He walked out to the little comm station on +the wall as he waited for a 'lift to stop at this deck. He realized +things were going to be slower, the ship was slower, but there were good +enough reasons for it. He punched the little white knob in with the side +of his hand and spke into the speaker, "Ackowledged, Mr. Worf. I'm on my +way." + Once Picard got to the bridge and settled down into the center seat, +he began giving orders on approach to Utopia Planitia, the largest ship +building station in the Federation, also known as "the Yard". It took +five minutes for them to get it right, but eventually the ship docked and +was ready for the transfer of the new, twenty-fourth century warp drive, +into the century old ship. After the ship had been steadied, and the +gravitational moorings had locked, it was up to the "Yard Crew" to finish +the job. Only one problem remained, the Chief Engineer hadn't shown up +yet. And he was the only one who knew exactly how to calibrate and set +the engines to working order, something that would need to be done before +they went anywhere. + Two hours passed and still there was no word on where the ChEng was +at, another two hours and the warp core would be completely installed. +The Chief had two hours to show, then he was going to have to face the +wrath of Admiral Necheyev, alongside Picard. Time moved so slow on ships +that aren't going anywhere, Picard thought, especially when the ship is +waiting for a single individual. + Who finally showed up, forty minutes before the scheduled departure +time. It had better be enough time, he better have a damned good excuse +for being so late, Picard thought, leaving the bridge for the transprter +room. + + *** *** *** + + "Commander Sisko," Admiral S'Tral, a Vulcan,said," The mysterious +individual that you speak of was one of the Founders who we have been +taking since he defected from the Gamma Quadrant three weeks ago." His +stern, loud voice showed no sign of emotion, and he seemed to be at ease +giving out information that Admiral T'Welz of StarBase 312 had been +reluctant to tell. + "One of the Founders. A Changling, you mean?" Sisko was stunned, he +had felt like a little chill start at the bottom of his spine and work +its' cold sweaty way up his back. He didn't know what caused it, the +Admirals voice, or the facts he had just heard. + "That is what I said, Commander." + "So it's true?" Sisko asked, then paused and studdered to ask a +follow-up, " The Borg and the Jem'Hadar?" + "That seems to be the case. Intelligence indicates that the +Jem'Hadar are adding 'Phasing/ Cloaking Devices" to their ships as well. +StarFleet knows of only one culture that has successfully been able to +construct such devices: the Romulans" the Vulcan said, looking to +something off screen, then back again, " Which means that the Borg have +successfully assimilated someone from inside the Romulan science +devision. The conclusion that the information passed from the Romulans to +the BOrg to the Jem'Hadar is the only logical explanation." He was quite +a stirring individual, Sisko thought, he's so calm and collective it's +almost scarry. + Sisko was silent for a moment, then decided to go ahead with the +origianl question, "And those are the reasons for the ships?" + "That is also correct, Commander." The Vulcan must have +accomplished Kol'Hinnar, to be able to be... detached, Sisko thought. +Bringing him back to reality, "Of course, StarFleet had given the order +for the Voyager to assist you in the continuing problems of the Marquis a +few months ago. It just so happened that she will be arriving with the +other ships." + "I see." + "Commander Sisko, I've been instructed to give you the following +orders." he paused to read directly from something offscreen, or most +likely directly from memory, " To Commander, Deep Space Nine : StarFleet +has come to the decision to evacuate all non-essential personal from the +station. The Avenger, the Revere, the Voyager, the Houston, the Bounty, +and the Quebec: will be given top priority at Deep Space Nine. You are to +be their homebase. Orders will arrive with Captain Janeway, of the USS +Voyager. Captain Janeway is in command of this mission, now named Task +Force Beta. Thank you, StarFleet Command, General Defense Council, San +Fransisco, Earth." He looked up and into the screen. + "Understood, Admiral." Sisko's head was swirling, he needed +sleep. At least the 'Task Force' as they were calling it wouldn't arrive +for two more days. + "Admiral S'Tral, StarFleet Command. Out." The screen went blue +with the background of the Federation. + + + + CHAPTER TEN + + + The transporter effect was finally leaving, the Chief Engineer had +arrived. There was a time when he thought that the transprters on these +ships were the fastest in the galaxy, now they were the slowest. + Standing in front of the console was Captain Picard, standing +straight and tall, at least as tall as he could. Behind him, a young +Vulcan woman worked the console. Once the dazzling effects of the +transporter left, Picard stepped forward, reaching a hand out to his new +arrival," Captain Scott, how nice it is to see you again," was his +standard opening line when someone beamed aboard his ship. + Captain Montegomery Scott stood for a moment looking around the +comforting confines of the main transporter room; a room he hadn't seen +look this nice in almost a century (if you count the time in the +transporter of the Janolin.). His gaze finally settled on Jean-Luc +Picard, standing in front of him, "Captain, permission to come aboard?" +he asked, almost just for nastalagas sake alone. + "Permission granted." Picard answered. He smiled broadly at the +hefty Scot who seemed to shine with joy. But they had to get down to +business, this was a war they were going to fight. Wasn't it? As the +former Captain of the Engineering aboard the original Enterprise came +down off the padd, Picard said, " Sir, we really do have a lot of work to +do. First, you need to get into uniform. Second, the warp engines need +calibrated and started up." + Scottie looked down at his feet, losing that sense of +happiness," Aye, sir. Tha's what took me so long. Ah couldna find me +uniform." But then he held up the bag he had brung on, "I found it though." + "Good, Captain. Then let's get to work. We have fourty minutes to +get out of here," Picard said, meaning that the ruining of the schedule +would cause a hassle for the rest of the Task Force, and for them when +Admiral Necheyev finds out. + Mr. Scott looked him in the eye and told what he knew to be a bold +faced lie, "Sir, it'll take a' least a' hour ta get to engines warmed +up." He knew that he could do it in less than thirty minutes, but he told +Picard that, then how could he make a reputation in the twenty-fourth +century as being a 'Miracle Worker'. + Two minutes later Scottie was in engineering beginning to get the +new engines on line. This is what he missed, this time it was real. He +thanked the gods that StarFleet had come to him, a retired old man, for +this particular job. Hello ma babies, he thought when he looked at the back +of the ship at the different, yet similiar parts to ones he had warmed up +on a hundred years before. + + *** *** *** + + "Two days out of Deep Space Nine, sir,"the first officer of the +USS Voyager said. His name was Chakotay, a native of a world other than +the one his ancestors came from. Chakotay was the first of the native +americans from off world colonies to finally join StarFleet. A tall, dark +skins man who seemed to take control, when his captain failed to give +commands. The single thing that drew most of the crew to ask him +questions about his long lived culture, was the pin striped tattoo that +took up much of the left side of his forehead. + "Very good, Commander," the captain of the satrship Voyager said +from her commander chair, still the center seat. Captain Kathrine Janeway +was finally in command of a descent starship, though she would never +complain about anyother command she ever had. "Alert the other ships that +we will be doing another warp core breach drill in about an hour. Perhaps +they should do their own?" she said, more question than statement, though +she had complete authority over the six ships, seven ships very soon. + "Tuvok, I want security posted on the bridge and outside the +observation lounge at all times, starting now." Janeway said. She knew +the complete story of what was going down in the Gamma Quadrant, +evidently the Federation had someone on the inside with the Dominion. She +also knew the mission they had been assigned, the new mission that is. +She thought the Marquis would be put on hold, at least until this Borg +and Jem'Hadar situation cleared up. + "Captain, this is a StarFleet vessel. I find it illogical to post +guards on a ship that all have sworn to protect." the dark skinned vulcan +said. His dark, thin sharp moving around so to see the woman he was +speaking to. + "I realize that everyone has taken an oath to serve the +Federation, Tuvok, but not everyone on this ship is quite so honest and +logical as you are." she said, looking up at the greenblooded, pointy +eared alien. + "Understood, sir." he said. + Time passes so slow when you have secrets to tell, Kathy Janeway +thought to herself, I need to get the Captains of the other ships +together with that commander of DS9 to go over strategies. Sisko, that's +it, Commander Sisko...his wife died at the Wolf 359 at the hands of the +Borg. + "I'll be in my quarters," She said, standing and heading for the +'lift,"Alert me when the drill is about to begin. You have the conn, Mr. +Chakotay." And she left. + + *** *** *** *** *** + + The large metallic crates had been beamed into the storage area, +an area that had once been known to station dwellers as "The Pit". Two +hundred of the large objects were neatly stacked leaving a path, a +walkway, straight down the center of the room. The large doors that led +to this room had been built to keep people in, hundreds of people. In one +hundred and ninety-nine of the cases were slabs of Klingon goo, known +Qua'Kla. In the two hundredth box, was an explosive device. A device that +have made it past the sensors and scans of the freighter that brought +them here, of the station, and of the transporter that beamed them here. +It was of a technology not even O'Brien could guess, but when Quark had +openned the case, he guessed that the Klingons had planted it. Thus, it +had to be Klingon. + "What should we do with it, Commander?" O'Brien asked, looking +down into the dark box at the little object, no larger than tricorder. + "Can you disarm it?" + "I don't know, sir." + "Then don't bother, just get it off my station...get it as far +away from here as possible." Sisko said looking down into the crate, he +angered at Quark for bringing the stuff on board, he was angry at himself +for agreeing to let Quark bring on, and he was angry at StarFleet for not +telling him everything. + "I'll see what I can do, Sir." O'Brien said. + Standing back, away from them was Quark, "Now wait a minute, I +paid for two hundred cases, not a hundred and ninety-nine. I want that." + "Quark, If you say one more word, you're going where ever Chief +O'Brien takes that thing...and you're staying with it. Get it?" Sisko +exclaimed. He was not in a good mood. + "Ah...ah...uh...Okay, commander." and with that Quark left +running out of the door, and back to his bar, his prize possession. + Sisko didn't have a clue what O'Brien was going to do with the +thing, so he asked and was replied with, "I'll take a runabout through +the wormhole, and leave it on the otherside.". O'Brien thought himself a +genuis for the answer. + "Just be careful, Chief." + + + CHAPTER ELEVEN + + + The bridge filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh and control +boards. No one was left at their stations when the sudden jerk of a +exploding photon torpedo nailed the ship. The smell made some of the +bridge crew feel sick, and others were blinded by the black smoke that +was finally being vented. The ship had taken the worst beating in its +long career in the 'Fleet. Picard was hunched over the command chair, +Worf was lying unconscious near the turbolift doors, the helmsman and +navigator were both already dead. The alarms had sounded and the hull +snapped in two, floating, drifting endlessly through the rubble of a +dozen other ships. All hands were lost. + "Captain Picard to the bridge, Captain Picard to the bridge," the +voice of Worf came booming over th e loudspeaker in his cabin. Jean-Luc +Picard sat straight up, half afraid of what he had been dreaming about, +and half afraid of what Worf wanted. + Two minutes later, Picard walked onto the bridge, a bridge he still +wasn't ready for, a bridge that he felt wasn't his. He stumbled over to +Worf, at the communications console, still unsure of the ship and +himself. He was scared of what he had been thinking of back home, or what +he used to call home, and what he had become, a tired, old man. + "Yes, Mr. Worf?" he asked the Klingon. It was almost comical to see +the large man sitting in a chair made for someone other than himself, +someone half his side, someone most likely gentler than he. + The Klingon looked up, Picard could almost see the humilation of +what he was doing and where he was stationed in his face, and replied, +"Captain Scott informs us that the engines are ready when you are." + Wow, Picard thought, he said it would take an hour. And how long +did it take, a half hour, he thought, damn he is good. "Bridge to +Engineering." + "Scott here." + "Mr. Scott, I'm told the engines are almost ready." + "Aye, sir. One more test an' the' all yours." + "Let's know when you're ready, Captain Scott." Picard said, +closing the channel. He moved down around the bright red handrail and +over to the center seat. Relaxing down into the padded chair, he crossed +his legs and spoke to the helmsman,"Helm, what is our current course and +speed?" + "Sir, we are on a heading to Golondin 'Cor, speed full impulse. +We will reach our systems Oort cloud in fifteen minutes." Ensign Topper +said, facing the Main Viewscreen. He had loved to use the holosuites at +the Acedemy to fool around with starships of the early periods. But he +never thought he would actually get the chance to be aboard a ship like +this, never in a million years. His reference to the systems Oort cloud +was only that a refence, it made no difference of when they could go to warp. + "Very good, Ensign." Picard said, leaning back in the great +chair. He swiveled to look at the Bolian at the Science Library station +to his right. "And you are?..." he asked, the Bolian had been watching +Picard since he stepped foot on the bridge. Picard had felt foolish +having to ask such questions, but he hadn't had time to look over a +complete crew roster. All he knew was that this ship had four hundred or +so regular crew when they used to on duty, but for this mission the +Exeter would carry less than two hundred and fifty personnel. + " Ensign Yalla, Sir!" the bald-headed Bolian said, sitting +straight up at his station. He was obviously a green cadet, never having +served on a starship before. A green bolian, a green bluey, Picard +thought, almost chuckling aloud. + "At ease, Ensign," Picard said, hearing Worf make a little +snickering sound behind him. He swiveled to look at the Klingon, at the +moment the comm link to Engineering clicked back on. + "Engineering to the Bridge," Scott said. + Picard punched the little red button on the right hand console of +the chair,"Bridge here, go ahead." + "Warp engines are ready, sir." + "A true miracle worker, Mr. Scott" Picard said, remembering the +records he had read about Montegomery Scott and his former Captains' +nickname for the Scot. + "We're ready for warp speed when you are Captain Kirk...uh..uh.. +.AH mean, Captain Picard." Scottie said, stumbling over his words, his +mistakes, his still grieving heart. He knew he had lost more than a ship, +more than a starship captain, but also a friend for the second time. + "That's quite alright Mr. Scott." Picard said, truly meaning it. + "Oh, and Captain, call me 'Scottie'. Tha' what Ah like." his +accent getting thick and hard to understand, like it always did when he +was pain. + "Okay, Scottie. Picard Out." he said, turning back to the +viewscreen, seeing only stars out there, but feeling more grief for the +greatest starship captain that died a cruel, and unjust death only a +month before. A death he could feel hurt Scottie as much as the death of +his family had hurt him, only that Scottie would have to feel it for the +second time. + "Hold course, helm. Warp Seven." + "Aye, sir. Ready for warp factor seven." the young redhead said. + Standing up and making a small pointing gesture to the screen, +something that Worf had seen countless times before. + "Engage." + + *** *** *** *** *** *** + + "Well, Will, what are supposed to do? Just wait here?" the Chieg +Medical Officer of the USS Enforcer said. Dr. Beverly Crusher had been +assigned to what ever ship Picard was bringing, so that meant he was +going to get stuck with whoever Command could spare. Fortunately it was +someone he knew, Dr. Kate Pulaski. The last time they had spoke was only +moments before she left the Enterprise to return to a post at the +Acemady. She never really liked serving aboard starships anyway, besides +Bev Crusher was much better at ship medicine than she was. + "Doctor, we are not waiting for Captain Picard, we are in the +middle of a serious battle drill, so will you, please, just leave the +bridge or be quiet until we're finished?" Captain Riker said from the +center seat of his bridge. My bridge, he thought, I like the sound of +that...My bridge. + "Why are the damned drilling, we know this is suicide?" she +breathed, leaving the bridge, stomping her way out,"This is the dumbest +assed thing I've ever let myself get talked into!" She knew as well as he +did, that they didn't get along. But he had no word in the matter, all +came to him from above. + Captain William T. Riker didn't have the time to run after a +doctor to make up, he had a ship to run, and a battle drill to conduct. +Damn, he thought turning his attention back to the screen. "Evassive +manuever : Riker Zeta Tau Six!" he screamed over the klaxons that began +to sound the closeness of death, a fake death, but still a shakingly real +expereince he hoped he wouldn't have to go through on this mission. + "Too late, Captain. The Warp Core breached two point three seconds +before your command. The Enforcer has been destroyed." Data said, with +little unexpected emotion from his helm console. He turned to look at the +captain of the vessel, his freind for eight years, Will Riker. + But Will had slumped down into the padds of the center seat. He was +drifting elsewhere, someplace Data couldn't go, even with his damned +emotion chip. Damn, he thought, maybe she's right, Maybe this is crazy. +Hell, he thought, maybe the Borg are right. + Maybe Resistance is Futile. + + + + CHAPTER TWELVE + + + "Voyager to Space Station Deep Space Nine, come in please." + "Deep Space Nine here, go ahead Voyager." Jadzia Dax said, looking +down at the half empty cup of coffee she had sitting on her console. She +didn't like being to the comm officer too much, and it was quite funny +how it showed through, a slight scowl on her beautiful face. + "Deep Space Nine, Task Force Beta requesting permission to dock," +the feminine voice said, no face to match; only an audio transmission. +Ah, Jadzia thought, this must be our fearless leader, Captain Kate +Janeway. + "Voyager, please stand by..." She said, turning to head up the +stairs to Sisko's office. Dax had noticed the past two days that Ben +Sisko had hidden himself in his office, only leaving to go to his cabin. +She wondered why the commander hadn't been overlooking the evacuation +process as he should have been. + As Jadzia reached the steps to ascend to the closed off office, she +noticed Sisko already standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at +her. She felt quite a bit frightened by the fact that she had almost run +in to him; especially when she hadn't heard the familiar 'whooooosh' of +the doors openning or closing. + "Captain Janeway,"Sisko said loud and clear, over shadowing the +others in Ops., drowning out the voices of all the other StarFleet +officers working their posts. He continued," this is Commander Benjamin +Sisko, commanding officer of Deep Space Nine. It seems that your six +starships are a bit too much of a strain on this station." + "I see," was all they heard over the comm link. Moments pasted, +Sisko felt himself feeling foolish for not picking up earlier, but when +he go to speak he found himself cut off, "Then what do you propose we do, +Commander." + Ben Sisko felt as if he was being talked down to, something he was +used to. Nonetheless, something he hated,"Perhaps two starships should +patrol the area around the station and the wormhole...only letting them +beam people over." + "You make it sound, Commander, as if the evacuation of non-essen +tials is not yet complete." Her voice digging into his heart, paining him +even to speak. He could tell this was starting off on the wrong foot, +something that he didn't want to happen. Remember Admiral Necheyev, he +thought. + "That would be correct, Captain. We are having to 'bus' people to +Bajor and surrounding worlds. It seemed to me that StarFleet didn't want +a panic attack on their hands when they gave me the order to evacuate my +station." Sisko replied to her informal question, placing emphasis on My, +letting her know who was incharge of the station. Of course, he knew, +that she had overall control of the mission at hand. + "How long, Commander?" she asked, referring to the evac. + "Two or three more hours." was his sole sentence. + "We will dock three ships now," Janeway said," then once the +evacuation is complete, another will dock. Two will keep an orbital +pattern around the station at all time.". She was originally going to do +it that way to begin with, but said nothing of that. She didn't want to +upset the commander anyfurther than he already was. + "My crew will handle the arrangements, Captain." Sisko said, +taking a step back toward his office. He wanted to be secure in there, +and to perhaps take a second to review this 'Captain Janeways' StarFleet +file. Though he couldn't resist,"And welcome to Bajor, and Space Station +Deep Space Nine." The usual greeting they gave tourists from anywhere +outside the Alpha Quadrant. + The comm link was broken, from shipside. + + **** ***** **** **** + + "Commander, we are cloaked..." the sub-centurion said from +his post to the right of his commanding officer. The ship and its +two sisters had arrived only moments before the Federation starships +began their drills, awaiting their own commanding officer. + The Warbird was an easy target for any ship that had +weapons; it was twice the size of any known StarFleet vessel, and a +match for three times the length of most of the ships in the +Federation 'Task Force'. To that name, Tomalak, almost laughed. But +he could if wanted, this was space and in space there is no sound, +only light. And mass amounts of death, and darkness. + "They're only going to get in the way," another sub-centurion +said from a console on Tomalak's left. Obviously, the Commander +thought, these children have no strategic value. Perhaps that's why +they talk so much, and say so little. + "All the better, child,"Tomalak said at last, he might as +well explain it to them, "while the Federation ships get in the way, +we can destroy the Borg invasion force with less loss of our own +lives." It just didn't sound quite as ingenious in word as it did in +thought and on paper. Ah, he thought, it matters not what they think +or believe. So long as I know what I am to do. + "So they are here to help us," the first officer said from a +position behind the commander, monitoring the cloaking device. He was an +awkward looking Romulan, thin yet extremely tall. Freak, Tomalak thought. + "You fool, did you not listen in on the orders," Tomalak asked, +as he stood and turned to face the Senior Centurion. A slight twitch +formed around the corners of his mouth, he knew what the answer would be, +he knew what he must do. + "Yes, Commander. We...You are here to escort them to the front +line, to fight the Borg. They are better at it than we, they have more +experience. They are not worth the same number of Romulan lives." He +answered, standing up straight as he could at his post. + "So...you have read the orders?" + "As I said, Yes, Commander Tomalak." + "Traitor!" Tomalak bellowed, reaching down and taking his +disruptor from its holster on his belt. Within a single second, he aimed +and pulled the trigger, the officer disappeared in a brilliant flash of +light. No longer did Tomalak's ship have a first officer. He reholstered +the weapon and returned to his seat, to oversee (from secret) the +Federation drills. + "Get someone to that station," he said, disgusted that he was +forced to kill his own first officer. "No one is to read the commanding +officers orders, except for him! Understand?!" he yelled from his chair; +a headache was setting in. He returned to thoughts of the mission and its +outcome ahead, no more energy wasted on such things as possible spies. + Once the Borg are gone, the Federation will be weaken by +their loss of starships and then.... + Kill two birds, with one stone. + + + + CHAPTER THIRTEEN + + + "Admiral?" the Aide said entering the inner office of the Commander +in Chief of Borg Operations (CINCBOP). Fortunately for the ensign, +CINCBOP wasn't in. Too bad, she thought, I don't have to hear her spout +about this and that today. But, unfortunately for the ensign, her +encrypted file on the data wafer she held would most likely save hundreds +of lives. Only she didn't know that. + The young african female strolled into the office and laid the +wafer down on top of the paper files that were scattered about the desks +surface. She looked down and read the titles of some of the files: +'Romulan Data: Borg Unreminting', 'Gamma Quad.: Battle Drills', and 'Borg +& Jem'Hadar: Attack Emminent'. She noticed the stardates on all the files; +two weeks prior to this date. + The young officer looked up and out the windows that gave the most +beautiful view of the Bay she had ever seen. She wondered what exactly +those files meant, but too scared to look into them. Not even a peak, the +admiral would know something had changed. Best to just leave the wafer +and go, she thought exiting the room. Back to work, not another thought +of what she had saw and read. + She didn't know that the Admiral was withholding information that +could have possibly saved thousands of lives in the next few weeks. +Actually, no one knew, no one except the Commander in Chief of Borg +Operations, Admiral Necheyev. + + *** **** **** *** + + "Time?" Picard said from the captains chair. He was finally getting +used to the fact that this inky-dinky ship was going to be 'home' until +the mission was over, no matter it's outcome. He looked down in front of +him, two ensigns at their stations and a large display for them and him +of the ships orientation. My god, he thought, this is pretty damned +crude. How could Mr. Scott and the rest of StarFleet live on these +vessels? + "Twelve minutes to Golondon 'Cor system, Captain," Ensign Topper +said from his position at the helm console. He had worked both shifts, +just to be able to be on the bridge, to be a party to history. He was now +finally getting tired of it, tired of sitting in these outdated seats, he +needed to get some sleep. Too bad he hadn't seen the beds yet, he would +consider sleeping at his post. + "Mr. Scott" he said, after punching the little red button on the +right hand arm rest. He was kind of enjoying bing able to do things for +himself, not having to rely on the computer for everything, independance +is what they called it. + Scottie had just made it back to Engineering, he had slept his full +eight hours like he hadn't slept in a century. It was the feeling of +being home, of being where he belonged, on a Constitution Class starship. +He just didn't like the new, confounded warp drive system, it relied too +heavily on the matter/anti-matter containment pods and not enough on the +dilithium crystals. He felt they weren't cheating enough out of the +crystals, like he had done on the original Enterprise. He felt they were +just wasting the matter/antimatter material and not savering every last +bit of energy that was being channeled through the crystals. That's why +they have so many problems with those damned warp core breaches, he thought. +Finally hearing the call and answering, "Scott here,". + "Mr. Scott, readings up here show a drop in flow from the matter/ +antimatter containment pods, any guess what's happened?" Picard said +looking over to the Lt. seated at the Engineering Console, the one that +had pointed out the drop in flow...about twenty minutes ago. + "Aye,sir.." + "Well, Mr. Scott?" + Scottie hestitated to say anything, he knew what these twenty- +fourth century captains were like: don't touch anything, I don't care, +it's my ship. Then he got around to blurting it out in an old drawn +Scottish tone," Ah decided ta go ahead an' make a few changes to the warp +drive... Ah think Ah make it better." + "Mr. Scott, we are going into Romulan space in twenty minutes, we +don't need any trouble from the warp drive." Picard said, he noticed the +Lt. at the Engineering console look wide-eyed at the console, then turn +to him. + "Too late, Captain,"Scottie was saying,"Ah already made the +changes...They should have started makin' a difference a minute ago." + "Aye, Sir," the Lt. at the Engineering console said, looking at +Picard," It seems we now have a fourty percent jump in power availablity, +thrity percent more power to the weapons, fifteen percent more power to +the shields, and the flow from the containment pods has slowed to +half...sir." + "Good job, Mr. Scott." Picard was saying. He felt like kicking +himself, and so he should. He was too much a twenty-fourth century +captain, playing it by the book, never going out on the limb, never letting +anyone help unless they were on shoreleave or a weak mission. He was +afraid of change, just as the Klingons and Federation had been ninety +years earlier. + "Aye, Captain. An' rememba' it's 'Scottie'." and the channel went +dead. Even being out of the service for a few years, then being lost in a +transporter on a Dyson Sphere, he still had it, he was still the 'Miracle +Worker'. + + **** **** **** **** **** + + "Captain Riker, we are being hailed...it's the Exeter," Lt. Rocha +said from the communications post on the Enforcer. Rocha had served +aboard the Enterprise, and was on duty in a science lab, researching the +data she had collected on subspace fields and their subsequent effects on +electromagnetic radiation as well as artificial magnetic fields. + "Well,well,well...Hasn't Picard pulled the lucky straw,"Will Riker +said from the center seat. He stood, pulled at what would had been the +bottom of his tunic and said,"On screen, Lt.". + "Well, Captain Riker, are we enjoying our first taste of true +command,"Picard said from his own center seat. Riker's bridge was the +latest that StarFleet could do with existing technology, Picards on the +other hand, was a throw back to a by-gone era, to a century long since +forgotten (no matter how much he contended it wasn't, Riker constantly +found himself on the losing side of that history battle). + "Sir, I wish it was under different circumstances,"Riker said, +standing between the helm and navigation consoles of the Ambassador class +starship he commanded. He really wished it was under different +conditions, but so was the way of the world. + "Will...it's only going to get worse,"Picard began, noticing a +little red flashing light on the nav console. Now what does that mean? he +thought. But instead continued,"We need you and the captains of the other +fifteen vessels over here as soon as possible, say at oh-nine-hundred?" + "Relaying message now, Captain,"Riker said. The screen went +black, with little constant bits of light glowing in the distance. At the +corner of the screen were sixteen tiny, growing dots of sparkling gray. +His fleet. + + **** **** ***** **** **** + + When the vessel came to a relative stop in a high orbit around +Golondin 'Cor, Tomalak gave his order, "Take us in, sub-centurion." + Two minutes later the cloaked ships were in a concentric ordit +and keeping a great monitoring eye on all the vessels of their enemy. +They were monitoring, and recording, all ship to ship, and intraship +communications. All to be annalized later. The Senior Centurion who +happened to take the place of the now deceased first officer +spoke "Commander, the commanders of all the enemy vessels have +transported to the older ship, the twenty-third century one...Commander +Tomalak." + So, he thought, that's the ship they will be doing the work from. +Of course, that's were Picard is. "Senior Centurion, decloak and hail the +lead ship." + + + + CHAPTER FOURTEEN + + + "Captain!" Worf shouted, pointing to the main viewscreen, as Picard +was just entering the turbolift. The main conference room on level three +was already becoming packed with the commanding officers of 'Task Force +Alpha'. Picard could out of the corner of his left eye Worf throwing an +arm toward the viewer. He spun on his heals, grabbing the door that began to +shut on him. The mechanism that governed the working to the 'lift doors +slowly got the point and reopened them. Picard's eyes took the usual half +second to adjust to the difference is color and perception, but when they +did finally adjust; he saw what he was expecting he'd see: a Romulan +Warbird decloaking and coming in toward them on a parabolic coarse. + But not one Warbird, but the standard three; all larger than life, +all four times the size of his vessel. Once the ships were on a parallel +orbital course, he noticed the abnormal amount for light they seemed to +be reflecting from the planet below. Something that the computer and +viewscreen compensated for by dimming the view. + "We are being hailed," Worf said. He was not calm, he was just Klingon, +and that's the way they are; no good description in earth words could +quite describe their intensity for the moment, with possibly a battle +ready to take place. Picard thought otherwise. + "On View..." he said. Slowly the viewscreen changed from the shape +of three Warbirds and an obtruse planetoid, to that of an old enemy. Old +enemy? Picard thought, is that how they, how he thinks of me? + "Ahhh, Captain Pee-card, how nice it is to see you again," Tomalak +said from the inlarged view of his head. The three dimentional components +of the twenty-third century where not of the highest quality, Picard thought. + "Commander Tomalak, you were to wait within the Neutral Zone until +we contacted you,"Picard said, making his tone quite clear: he wasn't +happy with the situation. He moved back to the center seat, sitting down +he crossed his legs in a way that most humanoid men found uncomfortable. +And arms crossed over his chest, in quite the defensive manner. + "Please, understand, Captain Pee-card, we felt that if there was +going to be a meeting of the minds of your laughable 'Task Force', +perhaps we should come along,"Tomalak said, making his move on trying to +get inside the Federation, to know exactly what they planned, "so to +help you understand the current situation on the farside of the +Romulan Empire..." + Picard sat in his seat, listening to Tomalak ramble on about +something or other, then made the decision that took everyone, including +Tomalak by surprise," Commander Tomalak, it would indeed be beneficial to + us all to have you at our conference... I'll have you beamed right over." + Worf sat stunned behind Picard, unable to utter a single objection to +this plan, then Picard went on when he saw that Tomalak was almost on +the floor with disbelief," Good thinking, Commander." + A moment later the co-ordinates of Commander Tomalak where programmed +into the hundred year old transporter, and the Romulan was on board. + Something the Romulan commander had not ever dreamed of: he was now +going to sit in on a StarFleet combat readiness conference, without being +accused of being a spy. Tomalak was thanking the gods (the gods that the +Romulan government said existed) that he had a strong heart. + + **** **** **** + + Picard walked into the already crowded conference room, with +Tomalak trailing behind him. The fool had beamed over to the ship armed, +and was quite irritated when it was taken from him. But that was not the +least of Jean-Luc's worries: to see the faces of the other Captains when +he entered with Tomalak, now that was worth the mass of this ship in +platinum. + "What's going on here, Picard?" was the only words spoken to the +'Task Force' Commander. They came from Captain Edward Jellico, of the USS +Cairo, a man most admired for his command abilities, yet most hated +because of the way he got things done. The same was the case for Picard, +he was polite to Jellico, but didn't really care for the man. + "Ed, please." Jean-Luc said moving to his seat at the end of the +table. This meeting had been planned from the beginning, so a new longer, +standard conference table had been put in the place of the original. A +loss to history; so was the price of freedom; so was the price of war. A +war they really didn't have to fight at this time. + Tomalak followed behind Picard to the front of the table, taking a +stance to the right of the Captain. He would stand, all seats already +taken, and no one willing to give up theirs for a Romulan. Picard spoke, +quietting the low murmurring that was coming from the opposite end of the +table," This is Romulan Commander Tomalak, he is the man in charge of the +Romulan fleet that we will be assisting on this mission." + Tomalak made a slow deliberate nod to the commandering officers of +the StarFleet ships, doing his best to seem in touch with the ways of the +humans. Though only half of the seventeen commanding officers were +actually human. + "Okay, Captain, so what's this all about?" Will Riker said, sitting +halfway down the righthand side of the marble-topped table. He was just +as anxious to find out what they were going to be doing, exactly. + Picard leaned forward, cupping his hands in front of his mouth, a +small smile showing through anyway, and shot a glance back toward +Tomalak. They knew what he meant, not everything until Tomalak has left. +"The Romulans have asked the Federation for assistance in defending the +Beta Quadrant against the Borg..." + "We know that much already," said a tight, mechanical voice, the +voice of someone Picard didn't know. A Benzite, ugly blue guys who sucked +down cold carbon dioxide to breath. + "Well, you don't know everything," Tomalak said, looking at the odd +alien with disgust. He felt sick just looking at the blue creature, +obviously one inferior to him. + "Commander Tomalak is going to explain it fully," Picard said, +leaning back and looking up to the Romulan,"Aren't you, Commander?" +Putting him on the spot. + "If you insist, Captain,"Tomalak answered. He looked down, them +began to gaze around the table at the individuals who were coming to his +worlds, his empires, rescue. "A few months ago, we picked up evidence of +the Borg, or whatever you call them. Anyway, we discovered through deep +space missions toward the Delta Quadrant, that the Borg were indeed +coming. And not with just one Cube." + Ingorant Jellico cut him off,"Exactly how many did your sensors +detect?". + "Six Cubes, to be precise. Before they had a chance to get into +our territory, we sent ships to destroy them. They failed." + "Didn't they even get one of the bastards?" Jellico asked. He +seemed to like to interupt people in the middle of their stories. Picard +thought, Perhaps I should try to do the same to him sometime, so he sees +what it's like. But Picard couldn't bring himself to be that rude, to anyone. + "Captain, you test my patience," Tomalak said, looking down his +thick, bony brow at the balding man at the opposite end of the table. +Anyway," We lost nine Warbirds," which seemed to peak everyones +attention, " and were only able to destroy two of the Cubes. But then +they stopped, I believe they want us to come to them. Then when we are +weak, they will slaughter our people." + "The Borg don't slaughter, they assimilate." Riker said leaning +back, understanding now what was going on and what was going to happen. + Tomalak took the next half hour to explain where the Borg ships +were, where they were heading, and how his people were going to defeat +them. Tomalak was frightened by the fact that the Empire might fall, he +just didn't know to who it would fall to, The Borg or the Federation. +He then went on to explain why the StarFleet vessels were coming along, +and then said,"As seeing that the Federation is sending almost half of +its' already depleted StarFleet to help us, we are sending an additional +fifteen Warbirds and numerous other ships of war to defend ourselves." +It was more than one person who picked up the mention of how bad +StarFleet was still aching, even five (or six) years after its' close +annihilation to the Borg. + The meeting ended with schedules and other plans being sent to the +StarFleet ships, and Tomalak returning to his vessel. He noted that they +had been generous enough to send him a copy of the schedule as well. + It was in the schedule that he noted they were leaving orbit in +less than two hours. It was he and his three ships that would lead them +to a rendevue with the Romulan Fleet, before heading to the system the +Borg now occupied. + The Empire is going to fall, he thought, but to who? the +Federation, or the Borg? + + + + CHAPTER FOURTEEN + + + "Captain!" Worf shouted, pointing to the main viewscreen, as Picard +was just entering the turbolift. The main conference room on level three +was already becoming packed with the commanding officers of 'Task Force +Alpha'. Picard could out of the corner of his left eye Worf throwing an +arm toward the viewer. He spun on his heals, grabbing the door that began to +shut on him. The mechanism that governed the working to the 'lift doors +slowly got the point and reopened them. Picard's eyes took the usual half +second to adjust to the difference is color and perception, but when they +did finally adjust; he saw what he was expecting he'd see: a Romulan +Warbird decloaking and coming in toward them on a parabolic coarse. + But not one Warbird, but the standard three; all larger than life, +all four times the size of his vessel. Once the ships were on a parallel +orbital course, he noticed the abnormal amount for light they seemed to +be reflecting from the planet below. Something that the computer and +viewscreen compensated for by dimming the view. + "We are being hailed," Worf said. He was not calm, he was just Klingon, +and that's the way they are; no good description in earth words could +quite describe their intensity for the moment, with possibly a battle +ready to take place. Picard thought otherwise. + "On View..." he said. Slowly the viewscreen changed from the shape +of three Warbirds and an obtruse planetoid, to that of an old enemy. Old +enemy? Picard thought, is that how they, how he thinks of me? + "Ahhh, Captain Pee-card, how nice it is to see you again," Tomalak +said from the inlarged view of his head. The three dimentional components +of the twenty-third century where not of the highest quality, Picard thought. + "Commander Tomalak, you were to wait within the Neutral Zone until +we contacted you,"Picard said, making his tone quite clear: he wasn't +happy with the situation. He moved back to the center seat, sitting down +he crossed his legs in a way that most humanoid men found uncomfortable. +And arms crossed over his chest, in quite the defensive manner. + "Please, understand, Captain Pee-card, we felt that if there was +going to be a meeting of the minds of your laughable 'Task Force', +perhaps we should come along,"Tomalak said, making his move on trying to +get inside the Federation, to know exactly what they planned, "so to +help you understand the current situation on the farside of the +Romulan Empire..." + Picard sat in his seat, listening to Tomalak ramble on about +something or other, then made the decision that took everyone, including +Tomalak by surprise," Commander Tomalak, it would indeed be beneficial to + us all to have you at our conference... I'll have you beamed right over." + Worf sat stunned behind Picard, unable to utter a single objection to +this plan, then Picard went on when he saw that Tomalak was almost on +the floor with disbelief," Good thinking, Commander." + A moment later the co-ordinates of Commander Tomalak where programmed +into the hundred year old transporter, and the Romulan was on board. + Something the Romulan commander had not ever dreamed of: he was now +going to sit in on a StarFleet combat readiness conference, without being +accused of being a spy. Tomalak was thanking the gods (the gods that the +Romulan government said existed) that he had a strong heart. + + **** **** **** + + Picard walked into the already crowded conference room, with +Tomalak trailing behind him. The fool had beamed over to the ship armed, +and was quite irritated when it was taken from him. But that was not the +least of Jean-Luc's worries: to see the faces of the other Captains when +he entered with Tomalak, now that was worth the mass of this ship in +platinum. + "What's going on here, Picard?" was the only words spoken to the +'Task Force' Commander. They came from Captain Edward Jellico, of the USS +Cairo, a man most admired for his command abilities, yet most hated +because of the way he got things done. The same was the case for Picard, +he was polite to Jellico, but didn't really care for the man. + "Ed, please." Jean-Luc said moving to his seat at the end of the +table. This meeting had been planned from the beginning, so a new longer, +standard conference table had been put in the place of the original. A +loss to history; so was the price of freedom; so was the price of war. A +war they really didn't have to fight at this time. + Tomalak followed behind Picard to the front of the table, taking a +stance to the right of the Captain. He would stand, all seats already +taken, and no one willing to give up theirs for a Romulan. Picard spoke, +quietting the low murmurring that was coming from the opposite end of the +table," This is Romulan Commander Tomalak, he is the man in charge of the +Romulan fleet that we will be assisting on this mission." + Tomalak made a slow deliberate nod to the commandering officers of +the StarFleet ships, doing his best to seem in touch with the ways of the +humans. Though only half of the seventeen commanding officers were +actually human. + "Okay, Captain, so what's this all about?" Will Riker said, sitting +halfway down the righthand side of the marble-topped table. He was just +as anxious to find out what they were going to be doing, exactly. + Picard leaned forward, cupping his hands in front of his mouth, a +small smile showing through anyway, and shot a glance back toward +Tomalak. They knew what he meant, not everything until Tomalak has left. +"The Romulans have asked the Federation for assistance in defending the +Beta Quadrant against the Borg..." + "We know that much already," said a tight, mechanical voice, the +voice of someone Picard didn't know. A Benzite, ugly blue guys who sucked +down cold carbon dioxide to breath. + "Well, you don't know everything," Tomalak said, looking at the odd +alien with disgust. He felt sick just looking at the blue creature, +obviously one inferior to him. + "Commander Tomalak is going to explain it fully," Picard said, +leaning back and looking up to the Romulan,"Aren't you, Commander?" +Putting him on the spot. + "If you insist, Captain,"Tomalak answered. He looked down, them +began to gaze around the table at the individuals who were coming to his +worlds, his empires, rescue. "A few months ago, we picked up evidence of +the Borg, or whatever you call them. Anyway, we discovered through deep +space missions toward the Delta Quadrant, that the Borg were indeed +coming. And not with just one Cube." + Ingorant Jellico cut him off,"Exactly how many did your sensors +detect?". + "Six Cubes, to be precise. Before they had a chance to get into +our territory, we sent ships to destroy them. They failed." + "Didn't they even get one of the bastards?" Jellico asked. He +seemed to like to interupt people in the middle of their stories. Picard +thought, Perhaps I should try to do the same to him sometime, so he sees +what it's like. But Picard couldn't bring himself to be that rude, to anyone. + "Captain, you test my patience," Tomalak said, looking down his +thick, bony brow at the balding man at the opposite end of the table. +Anyway," We lost nine Warbirds," which seemed to peak everyones +attention, " and were only able to destroy two of the Cubes. But then +they stopped, I believe they want us to come to them. Then when we are +weak, they will slaughter our people." + "The Borg don't slaughter, they assimilate." Riker said leaning +back, understanding now what was going on and what was going to happen. + Tomalak took the next half hour to explain where the Borg ships +were, where they were heading, and how his people were going to defeat +them. Tomalak was frightened by the fact that the Empire might fall, he +just didn't know to who it would fall to, The Borg or the Federation. +He then went on to explain why the StarFleet vessels were coming along, +and then said,"As seeing that the Federation is sending almost half of +its' already depleted StarFleet to help us, we are sending an additional +fifteen Warbirds and numerous other ships of war to defend ourselves." +It was more than one person who picked up the mention of how bad +StarFleet was still aching, even five (or six) years after its' close +annihilation to the Borg. + The meeting ended with schedules and other plans being sent to the +StarFleet ships, and Tomalak returning to his vessel. He noted that they +had been generous enough to send him a copy of the schedule as well. + It was in the schedule that he noted they were leaving orbit in +less than two hours. It was he and his three ships that would lead them +to a rendevue with the Romulan Fleet, before heading to the system the +Borg now occupied. + The Empire is going to fall, he thought, but to who? the +Federation, or the Borg? + + + + CHAPTER FIFTEEN + + + "Captain Janeway!" Kira shouted, but the woman kept going. She had +come to Ops. looking for Sisko, and now was about to meet him, face to +face. Around the outer ring of consoles on the upper level, then straight +through the metal/glass double doors that led to his office. Sisko was +sleeping on the couch off to the side of his desk, the hollering in the +stations main operations center had awakened him. But not quick enough... + "Commander Sisko, get up," she said, looking over the tall black +human, "We need to talk." But when Sisko took the extra moment that he +usually did to get up, she ordered,"Now." + This is not the way it is supposed to be, he thought. "Captain, I've +had the evacuation sped up, and now that it's complete, leave me be." He +didn't like the tone of her voice, so Sisko felt it was time to show her +what he could say. + "Sisko, you didn't get rid of all of them." she said, meaning the non- +essentials that lived and toured the station. Who? he wondered, getting +to his feet. + "Who?" + "I had that evil Ferengi that owns that bar down there shipped to +Bajor, next one I find, goes in the brig." She moved over to his desk, +"Understood?" + "Yes, Captain." Both of their voices lost the hostility. Then she +took a seat in front of the desk, Sisko sat opposite her: behind the +desk. For him it reaffirmed the power that he had as station manager. + "Orders from StarFleet Command are for you and your crew of the +Defiant to move into the Gamma Quadrant for a short intelligence +gathering mission, then to return back here." She said, looking...no, +starring...into his eyes. Janeway tossed a small red tubular object on +the table, a simple type of iso chip they used on this Cardassian built +station. "The complete orders are there...as are the orders for a +temparary 'field promotion' for you to Captain." She looked down and +removed something from a pocket on her uniform, the four pip, the one +that would make him Captain Ben Sisko. + She laid it on the desk, then turned to leave. Flinging her hair +back, she said only,"Congrads.". And she left. The complete orders where +on the chip that she gave Sisko. + He and his crew, the crew of the Starship Defiant, were to leave +as soon as the crew and ship were ready. It seemed that Janeway had +complete control of everything, even the station and the Defiant...as +soon as he returned from this 'intelligence mission' to the Gamma +Quadrant. + An hour later, he and his crew were through the wormhole...cloaked. + + **** ***** **** ***** + + "Course, Captain?" the night watch helmsman asked. Everyone needs +sleep, Picard thought, even I do. + "Make course parallel to that of the Romulan Warbirds. When they +leave, match warp speed for warp speed." he answered, swiveling one +eighty to look at Worf, the only other officer who had decided to stay on +until they were under way. But Worf wasn't in the tired mood that Picard +was, he seemed angered about something, just no one knew what. "Mr. Worf, +communications from other ships?" + "All StarFleet vessels are prepared for warp speed...on your word, +Captain," Worf said, actually wondering who was going to be the +commanding officer on the remainder of gamma watch. + Picard turned back to the viewscreen, crossed his legs in the way +only he could, "Mr. Worf, hail the lead Romulan vessel." His voice was +beginning to break, something to do with all the pressure he felt, to do +with simply being tired. + His eyes slid half shut, then darted back to full awareness when +he realized the screen had changed from the planet to the unfamiliar +interior of a Romulan Warbird. One familiar thing was there though, the +inlarged face of Commander Tomalak, "You are finally ready, Captain?" he +asked leaning a little more forward, into the screen, as he spoke. + "We are, indeed, Commander,"Picard said, feeling the fatigue set +in. He needed some sleep, at least a few hours, to be effective on the +rest of the mission. "Whenever you are..." + "Captain Pee-card, see you at the D'Loud system...we will +coordinate there with my fleet." Tomalak said, a small smile forming at +the corners of his mouth. Tomalak seemed almost eager to go to battle, as +if he didn't fear the Borg anymore. + He screen moved back to the planet and fleet, followed by the +movement of three ships from orbit. The large Romulan battle ships jumped +to warp at the first sign that the Federation fleet was moving out of orbit. +The Exeter took up a position in the middle of the StarFleet pack once +they got to warp, easily keeping up with the newer, 'better' ships. + "Entering Romulan Neutral Zone," the female computer voice said +to all on the bridge, followed by the standard warning of treaty +violation. Something that they didn't think the Romulans used when they +made such 'mistakes'. + The turbolift door slid open behind Picard, and out stepped two +officers, one for communications, the second being the night watch +commander. Lt. Barclay relieved Worf from his position, as Commander +Deanna Troi stole the center seat from Picard. He didn't put up much of a +fight. + For the next seven hours nothing out of the expected happened, +although it did seem odd to Troi that the Captain had slept that long. He +finally arrived back on the bridge twenty minutes before they were to +drop from warp for D'Loud orbit. + Now it was only a matter of hours, and a little coordination of +efforts, before they would leave for the neighboring star system. A +system the Romulans had been trying to the Borg of for weeks, a system +that would take many more lives than those already lost. + A system, a battle field, that Picard wasn't looking forward to +move to. A system that Picard didn't want to be his resting place. A +system that Picard had feared since he heard of its existence, or rather +the existence of the 'lifeforms' that had control of it. + Troi could feel the pain. She sensed every emotion that he was +feeling, she knew everything that he feared. But those where the reasons +for her being on this mission at all, to watch over the Captain, to be +his consultant, to be his counselor. Not to be the commander of the night +watch, that only came as 'luck' as some would call it, though she saw it +differently. + "Captain," she said, moving from the center seat. She stopped as +he moved toward that chair, brushing shoulder to shoulder, so close that +only they could hear each others' words," why not talk about it?" + Even though the captain had the time, had the power, had the energy, +he just didn't have the guts to speak that openly to her. And he didn't +know exactly why, though it was a problem that had troubled him from the +beginning of their relationship. Picard threw it away as being somehow +related to the 'fear' of children he had, though this had to run much +deeper. Even in his torture from the hands of the Cardassians a few years +earlier, he had found himself just as frightened of talking to Deanna as +he did being punished by the Cardassians. + "I think I have everything in control, Councelor" he said. A bold +faced lie, one she knew to be a lie. In actuality Picard felt like +quitting, giving up, too many problems, too many difficulties. He felt +the universe revolving around him, as if the events before him were out +of his control. And to his later dismay, he would find, that indeed +things were out of his hands, out of his control. + Picard would realize, though, that not all things, all events +were out of control, only the large events were. And most things going on +on this mission were ,indeed, quite large. + + + CHAPTER SIXTEEN + + + "Coming up on last known position of the type one probe, Captain," +Dax said from her science library console of to the side of the Defiants' +bridge. Seated in the raised center chair was the newly promoted Captain +Benjamin Sisko, and he didn't even like the sound of that. But he didn't +know why. Most likely, he thought, because their going to take it away +from me once this is over. Remember, Ben, it's only a 'field promotion', +something StarFleet didn't mind handing out, so long as they got them back. + Before leaving DS9, Captain Janeway (while in the process of moving +a few things into Sisko's office, trying to make it her own) slipped +Sisko the coordinates of a cloaked Federation prode that should still be +recording data. Obviously they had seen something like this coming, and +without saying a damned word of it to Sisko. He laughed inwardly at the +idea of Janeway making his office, hers. As if he wouldn't throw her out +on her ass, or at least get Odo to do it. Seeing that he is the Chief of +Security. + "Scan for the emissions of the probe, then transmit information +transfer code,"Sisko said, legs crossed, arms crossed. Seated in front of +him were to ensigns he didn't recognize, mostly everyone else he knew. +Bashir was sitting at his station, uneasy, he didn't like the Gamma +Quadrant all that much to begin with. Now they were going to deal with, +not only the Dominion and the Jem'Hadar, but the Borg as well. He seemed, +to Sisko, ready to pounce on the first mishap to shout that they were all +going to die, and die for nothing. It was something Julian Bashir was not +afraid of hiding: his fear, and the belief it was easier to close the +wormhole forever than to deal with the Jem'Hadar (and now the Borg). + "The probe has decloaked and is transmitting on a secure +frequency, Benjamin." Jadzia Dax said. She was now standing at her +station, watching over the monitors as the data screamed past each at a +rate only a two distant androids could match. + "And?" Sisko asked, moving toward the station. First they had to +know whether there had been movement on this side of the wormhole, then +their orders where quite specific : find the Borg, find the Jem'Hadar, +find out how we can catch them by surprise. + Only one thing stood in the way of those plans, Sisko had thought, +and that is that the Borg can't be ambushed, they are machines: always +ready to move, always ready to assimilate. + "And..." Dax said, looking over her shoulder at him,"And this is +going to take a while. I need to look over what ships came by here, +then I need to see when they came by. After all that, we still have +to calculate their course, bearing, and speed." She glanced back down +at the screens, still flashing with the transfer of data at an +incredible rate. + "Helm," Sisko said, turning on his heals. He moved back up to the +elevated captains chair, waiting for a responce from the officer. + "Aye, sir?" the young officer said, looking back at his Captain +with large, frightened, puppy-dog eyes. + "Once the data scream is complete, decloak the ship...and destroy +the probe." + "Aye, sir." he said, looking around Sisko at the Romulan officer +standing toward the back of the ships' bridge. She nodded to him, +understanding the orders, without having the captain speak to her. It +was, officially, the helmsman's job to imform the Romulan of the +captain's orders to decloak for something like this. But she had heard +the captain, and understood. She didn't want to be told again. + "All data has been transferred and the memory banks of the probe +have been erased, Captain." Dax said looking around at the man in the +center seat. + Sisko leaned a little forward, softly speaking to the man ten or +so feet infront of him," That was cue, ensign." he said. Then he leaned +back, noticing the lights brighten as power to th cloaking device was +shut down. A light, very light, tingling sensation swept over his body, a +comfortable feeling that he didn't mind. Something he hadn't noticed +anyother time they cloaked/decloaked the ship. + "Firing" the ensign said. A single bolt of phased energy, darted +from somewhere underneath the position of the bridge, hit the tiny, +almost unseeable probe. In a flash, the probe was turned into +interstellar dust, nothing remaining. So was the power of this ship, this +over-powered ship, that is. + "Sir!" came the shout from the back of the bridge, from someone +Sisko didn't recognize. He shot up, out of the chair, hearing the +StarFleet officer say something like," Three large ships have just +entered sensor range." + Without thinking, SIsko throw out his arm, motioning to the +ROmulan woman. She knew the command, the urgency of what might have been +happening. From the emotion-full voice of the Romulan, the wrong +emotions," We are cloaking." Then Sisko felt the soft wave envelope his +entire body, but when he stopped (irresistably) to savor the feeling, it +had passed. + "On screen," were the words he spoke, moving down to stand to side +of the helm, looking intently on the screen. Though it didn't seem to +shift, the stars of the universe beyond did seem to inlargen. Meaning on +thing; that the ships, whoever they were, were heading on virtually a +direct course for them. "Magnify, full power." + The screen shifted slightly, the star got bigger and brighter, and +three ships appeared at the edge of view, almost too far away to be seen +even with subspace sensors. The three ships moved in a triangular +pattern, on a direct course viry close to them. + It didn't take long for every person on the Defiant bridge to see +that the three ships were huge metallic cubes. + + **** **** **** + + Docked at the large outer-ring pylons of Deep Space Nine were +four StarFleet starships, two of them Ambassador class ships, one was the +Voyager, the fourth was an Excelsior class vessel. In a stationary orbit +around the station was a Soyuz class starship, not known for its speed +or power; the Soyuz was the only ship available for this type mission. On +its' way back from a drop of stow-aways on Bajor was the sixth ship of +the so-called 'Task Force', another Excelsior class ship. + So it seems for more than fifty years, the Excelsior class, was +the epitotomy of the StarFleet, it was the flag vessel of the 'Fleet. The +ships were just that good, a design from the heavens, though the original +plans called for 'Transwarp Drive'- a flop of the times. + The StarFleet officers now ran the station, moving all personnel +to the planet, anyone not StarFleet. Except for the few that worked +aboard Sisko's Defiant, and of those only two were known by Janeway: Kira +and the changling Odo. Two more losses, she thought, that'll get blamed +on the 'Fleet because they wouldn't let us do our jobs. + She was strolling down the corridor, one that had stores and +shops and bars and casinos on it. The Pramenade, they called it. She took +the time to look at what they had been able to do with the poor +technology left to them by the Cardassians, then her communicator +chirped," Ops. to Captain Janeway," + "Go ahead," she said, stopping at a window/port to look out at +the stars that numbered in the unthinkable. + "Sir, a coded message has been recieved for Commander Sisko," the + unfaced voice said from the heavens. + "Coded message?" Janeway said, thinking of what that could +possibly be. Then she decided to do what she knew to be wrong, what she +knew could get her court-marshalled: she called for the message to be +send to her office in Ops. + Once she got there, she over-rid the command codes that were set +so only the person recieving the mail, or a commanding officer, could +view the messages. She over-rid them, and looked at the typed words on +the screen to the left of her desk (formally Sisko's desk, she laughed) +wondering what they could mean, then realizing what they meant. Finally +she pondered who had sent them, most likely that mysterious man, she +thought. The screen went black, leaving a light afterglow of: + + + " THEIR COMING... NOW!!! " + + + + + But Sisko knows that already, doesn't he? + + + + + CHAPTER SEVENTEEN + + + "Captain, the Romulans are hailing us..." Worf said, back at his +station after the full eight hours of sleep he had. His hair was muffed, +no one had thought of bringing anything of that sort, especially on such +short notice. + "On screen, Commander." Picard said from his lowered center seat, +feeling still the after-effects of his little decussion with Troi, their +decussion on why he didn't want to talk. Before him, on the main +viewscreen, appeared the image of the Commander Tomalak. + "Captain Pee-card," the Romulan began. His ships and the Federation +ships had just dropped from warp, now they circled a small green and blue +planet, that had only a single moon. Picard had sat gazing at it, +thinking of how the small world had reminded him of his own, of earth. +But Tomalak wasn't into waiting for Picards' daydreams to end," Our +sensors indicate that our fleet is arriving now." + Picard turned slightly, glancing at the Bolian who occuppied the +science station. When he nodded in agreement to Tomalak's statement, +Picard turned back to the screen, " What next, Commander?". + Tomalak sat still for a moment, then leaned into the screen," We +will engage the Borg at the V'Larm system tomorrow, our fleets spred to +our own patterns. Our fleets will not communicate unless death requires +it..." Tomalak went on. Picard sat thinking of how bad their situation +was really becoming. It seemed to Picard that Tomalak was making up the +rules as they went along, as they were needed. + "Once we arrive in the system, you should have your efforts +coordinated to destroy the Borg threat...just as I will work out our +strategies tonight." Tomalak stated, definitely going from the top of the +head. He sat back, complete with his talk. The points of which he had +made all too obvious: this was not going to be a 'joint effort' in +battling the Borg. + "Well then, Commander Tomalak," Picard said," We will begin drills +and some 'battle readiness testing' as soon as this conversation is over." + 'Battle readiness testing', Tomalak thought, for their ships? +please. Tomalak knew that they would be able to defeat the Borg now, with +the help of the Federation, but only with the loss of so many lives....so +many Federation lives, Tomalak thought. "I expect to leave here by zero +six hundred hours tomorrow morning, Captain." + "Very good." + "Then this conversation ends,now." Tomalak said, the screen slowly +going blank, then turning back into a blue and green world with one moon. + Picard hit the red button on the arm rest, seconds later he heard," +Scott here, Sir.", a voice he was already finding comfort in, a voice +that gave power to the ship by just being there, almost. + "Mr. Scott, We are going to begin some internal drills +shortly...are your engines upto the task?" Picard asked, feeling good for +some odd reason. Feeling young, feeling like death was nowhere around. +Only fooling himself. + "Captain, Ah know we aren't goin' ta battle, but these engines +could stand up ta their entire fleet, sir." Scottie said, heavy on the +Scottish accent. Even in his voice you could here the joy the man was +having just being in engineering, not to mention once again being the +chief engineer on a Constitution class ship. + "Thank you, Mr. Scott." Picard said, cutting the circuit a second +later. He uncrossed his legs and swiveled to see Worf. The Klingon looked +as though he wanted to rave for hours on end on why they shouldn't be +helping the Romulans, but said nothing. Picard spoke," Tell Captain Riker +and the others: to get ready, make sure their ready, we're...they're +going to battle tomorrow.". + But only if he could come up with a new, decent strategy for +fighting the Borg by then... oh six hundred tomorrow. "A date with +destiny..." Picard whispered to himself, leaving the bridge. + + + + CHAPTER EIGHTEEN + + + + Scottie had been working hard to get the old girl ready for any +possible attack they may have to make against the Borg, though Picard had +already voiced to him that they weren't going into battle. An hour after +they slowed from warp and took a position in orbit, he had found it +necessary to climb his way up the thin Jeffries' Tube that ran the length +of the the connecting dorsal. There seemed to be a slight drop in power +to the communications array, possibly the most vital system on the ship +on this particular mission. + Captain Scott had traced the problem to a small conduit off the +Jeffries' Tube, close to the impulse engines. He had forgotten how small, +how tight the tube was on him, wishing that he had done a little more to +keep in shape. Below him he the footsteps of someone entering the +junction room, where the Jeffries tube could be accessed from. Over the +low hum of electric currents buzzing pass him at the speed of light, he +heard a slightly familiar voice shout up," Captain Scott, isn't that a +job you could have given to someone else?" + "Ah didn't want anyone else foolen' with ma' engines or anything, +Geordi," Scottie said, sucking in his oversized gut so to sneak a tiny +peek down the tube at the Lt. Commander. "Hold on, Ah'll be done up here +in a minute..." he said, knowing that the job he come to do was already +complete. + It took Scottie a good four or five minutes to wriggle his way down +the tube. Once he got down to the floor, he grabbed and shook La Forges +hand, as if they were old buddies who once served together. " So, Geordi, +what brings you over here?" he asked, smiling still. + "I heard of what you had done to the engines and their output," La +Forge said, taking a long look at the replicated tools of the mid-twenty- +third century that Scottie had needed to do the repair job. + "Uh, that. That was nothing, ma' boy," Captain Montegomery Scott +said to Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge. "All Ah did was change the flow, +then Ah redirected the stream more precisely through the crystal... a +little more work here and a little more dabbling there, and Voila! the +engines are working better than designed." He was obviously proud of what +he had been able to do. And La Forge was slightly amazed at it as well, +especially since he had been trying to perfect that type of tinkering on +the engines of the Enterprise for two years, the two years before her demise. + "And you knew what to do without thinking of it first? You mean +you've done that before?" Geordi asked, still in awe at the raw talent he +saw before him. Without his even noticing, they had walked back to Main +Engineering and were now standing before the Crystal Chamber. He could +free the power, the heat, coming from the device ten feet away, but +that's the way it was supposed to be. + "Not everything we engineers in the twenty-third century made it to +the technical manuals. Ya' have ta' keep moving things aroun' ta gett'em +ta work. Why it took me four years on the original Enterprise to finally +figure that one out...then I never wrote it down." Scottie said, gazing +at the equipment around him. " Ah'll tell ye' again, how do you expect to +be a 'Miracle Worker' if ye' canna' give more power when the Captain asks +for it?" + "I guess your right, Scottie," La Forge said, looking at the tried +and true 'Miracle Worker'. Then he thought of something, maybe," Captain +Scott, You mind giving me a hand doing to the same for my ship? Then I +can show the other Chiefs how to do the same." The more powerful their +fleet, the better. + "Ah thought you'd never ask," Scottie said, as they started for the +transporter room. He was already trying new ways of defeating the Borg, +though he only knew them from what the computers said. But maybe that +would be enough," Ah was gonna offer ta help ye' even if ye' didna ask, +Geordi," he said patting the blind man on the back. "Ah wouldna want to +see ye die in battle against these monsters..." + They had ten hours to tinker with sixteen other ships; Scottie, of +course, said it couldn't be done. But it was, in less than five. He +finally returned to the Exeter. Time for ye' ta get a little rest +Montegomery, he thought heading to his quarters. Tamorrow is gonna be a +helluva day, Aye, that she is... + + + + CHAPTER NINETEEN + + + Oh god, oh no, christ it's the Borg, Sisko thought slumping back into +the raised command chair. He was afraid something like this might happen, +and with his luck - it did. Pull it together, dammit, he thought +straightening himself in the seat. He leaned forward, elbows on knees," +Did they see us?" + From a station off to the side Jadzia Dax answered," If they did, +they aren't going to change course." The answer was not surprising, Sisko +could feel the emotions drain from those around him, they were already +losing hope. + "Helm, time to intercept." Sisko said, little beads of sweat forming +on his dark brow. What to do, only one thing to do, He thought, go home, +and play we survive. No!, he told himself, we will survive, that's what +this ship was built for. + "With them moving on an intercept course, at warp eight... nineteen +minutes, sir." the ensign said, turning to look at Sisko. The face of the +young officer said more without words, than it did with them. Sisko could +feel the pressure coming down on him, on his shoulders. The lives of all +those here rested on his shoulders, but the fear went for his stomach, a +burning sensation he knew all too well. + "Ensign, plot a course back to the wormhole...warp eight point +five." he said. No one said a word, the bridge laid quiet for a few +seconds, seemingly an eternity to those outside the conversation. The +course was plotted and the engines engaged, a low hum slowly growing into +a pulsating shake. + The Romulan stepped up to the worried, shaken Sisko," We can't keep +cloaked at this speed long enough to make it back," she said, whispering +to him. Quite the uncommon Romulan she was becoming, maybe it came from +being around the damned humans too much. + "Commander T'Rul, we have to give ourselves time to get home...the +Borg aren't going to slow down because we do." Sisko said, staring deep +into her dark eyes, seeing the pain the ROmulan felt, knowing she was +torn between going home to help fight for her own people and staying +here...trying to survive. Sisko turned from her, back to the screen, +where the Borg ships were slowly moving away," If they beat up to the +wowmhole, then to the Alpha Quadrant, what's the use in warning our +people... they'll already be dead." he stopped for a moment letting that +sink in, then said," If you have to take the device offline, do it, but +then we'll need all the power to outrun the Borg when see who we are." + "I'm not an engineer, but I believe I can keep the device working +long enough to get us back to the station...just don't count on it." +T'Rul said, with a slight hiss to her voice. She stepped down and moved +back to the standing position she occupied at a console in the farthest +recesses of the Bridge. + "Sir!" the ensign at the helm shouted, the rumble of the decking +getting louder," The Borg, look!" On the main Viewscreen, the tiny specks +that were actually Borg Cubes off in the distance began to grow, and grow +quickly. Ohhhh myyy god, Sisko thought, they'd spotted us. + "Borg ships closing at warp nine point one... they will over take +us in six minutes, Benjamin!" Jadzia said from her station. The Borg +ships now seemed to be gliding ever closer on the big screen. + "Decloak...then" Sisko began, but just as he was giving his orders, +T'Rul stepped forward. + "Captain, if we decloak they will now exactly where we are," She +was saying, one hand on the back of the command chair, looking over +Sisko's shoulder. + "Well, it's apparent they now where we are going anyway, Commander +T'Rul," Bashir barked from his place off to Sisko's right. There weren't +any emergencies, yet, but if Bashir pressed his luck with the Romulan +woman, he would be the first in sickbay. "Your damned cloaking device is +just stopping us from getting away, they know where we are going...". + Sisko threw up his right arm, motioning for Bashir to quiet +himself, it was time to think. And Julian Bashir was right after all,"As +I was saying, Decloak the ship, helm take us maximum possible warp." + T'Rul barked something at Bashir, only no one here knew Romulan, +so the insult went over badly," Decloaking" she said, finally back at her +station. + "Warp eight point nine...warp nine...point one," the helm officer +stated, the deck shaking like the ones of old, like the starships of a +century before. "Warp nine point five, sir...that's all she's got." he +said turning to look over his shoulder at Sisko. + "Benjamin, the Borg are matching our speed, warp nine five...warp +nine point five seven five... time to intercept two and a half minutes." +Dax said calmly. Seven, technically eight, life times now coming to a +close, she thought, I've seen worse than this. + But 'this' was only the chase, wait til the Borg finally catch +us, she thought, then I'll know what's worse. + "Wormhole?" Sisko said, rolling his head to the side, glaring +past the science officer, remembering the last encounter he had with the +Borg. + "One minute four seconds." + "The Borg are slowing, sir!" the helm officer said. He was +pointing frantically at the viewer, like a little child trying to point +out something to his mommy. But he was correct, the Borg where slowing, +dropping from warp entirely. + "Take us in on Wormhole approach," Sisko ordered, looking around +at the officers, the deck slowly calming to the low hum of anyother mission. + The Defiant slowed to the norm, the speed with which it was safest +to enter the womhole. It was actually quite the difficult thing to do, +going through the wormhole without incident. The Defiant slid in through +the Gamma Quadrant mouth, large strings of energy flowing by, never +actually touching the ship. The electric blue glow of the inside of this +stable, yet artificial 'wormhole' through the galaxy spewed outward, +helping to propell the Defiant into the comfort of its' own home, the +Alpha Quadrant + + **** ***** **** + + "Captain Janeway, message coming through...from the Defiant, +sir!" someone quite un-noteworthy said from the lowered position of the +main sensor stations of Deep Space Nine. Impeccable timing it was, +Janeway was finally leaving, to return to her quarters on the Voyager. It +was turning to the beginning of the night shift, time for a little peace +and quiet, that's all she wanting now. But that is what she was not going +to get. + "On Screen" she said, standing forward of the doors to +Sisko's/her office. The Steps leading down to that lower level just at +her tows. + The wall behind the screen slowly filled in and disappeared, now +only the view of the bridge of the Defiant was there. Janeway shook her +head, thinking that they could not have possibly finished the recon. +mission that they were supposed to have accomplished. "Captain Sisko, +what exactly are you doing here?" she asked, trying to a little patience +left in her voice. Someone thought it was her time of the month, they +were right, but StarFleet came first. As usual. + "I hope you have a plan ready for the Borg, Captain, because +they're coming...now." Sisko said, standing in front of the center seat. +He was obviously worried, even scared, it didn't take a Betazed to figure +that one out. But then, that's what happened when the Borg were in the +picture, everyone got scared. "Jadzia?" he said, mystifying the captain +and crew of Ops., Deep Space Nine. + From a place, just off the screen, Janeway could here someone +rattling off number upon number, finally seeing Sisko look back up to the +screen. Drops of persperation moving toward his eyes," Captain, you have +fifteen minutes to figure something out, because in fifteen minutes the +Borg are going to come flying through the wormhole...not one, but three, +Captain, three Borg cubes...fifteen minutes." + 'Get back here to the station...we'll figure it out then." She +said, the screen going blank, the wall behind finally reappearing. +Captain Janeway was tired, was sleepy, just wanted to go to bed, but now +the Borg were coming...and she was in command. + "Ensign," she said to one working the communications of the +station," announce 'Red Alert' and have all ships launch once all +personnel have boarded... then get the captains' of the ships over here. +And dammit, see that Sisko gets here first...we need to talk." + The Borg are coming, she thought, and Sisko has to be our little +Paul Revere. We stand less a chance against three cubes, than the militia +of the colonies against the Brits. Damn, she thought, damn the Borg. + + + + CHAPTER TWENTY + + + Picard sat at the large, marble topped table, alone. The lights +brighter than he would have preferred, but there was little he could do +about that...the computers of the day of this ship weren't the luxury of +the ships of his day. This was definitely not a Galaxy class starship, +but then it wasn't even a Excelsior. This ship had had its' day, and if +Picard could have his way, this ship would have another day in the light. + Laid out on the table were the formulas for defeating the Borg, six +years of cumulative effort by the brains of the Federation...the Vulcans. +The Borg were half computer, and what better way to anticipate the +actions of a machine than by asking the best computer programmers in the +galaxy. But even the greatest of the Vulcans couldn't come up with a +defensive plan, idea, whatever you wish it to be, that assured defeat of +the Borg. At best, and at the strained limit of theoritical physics and +energy, they could get a single effort moving at a seventy-five percent +assurance rate. But that wasn't that promising, considering that it +gave the Federation a seventy-five percent chance of defeating the Borg +only if they could get the physics to work, which they didn't: so the +problem seemed unsolvable. + Picard decided to take it on faith, that at least some ships could +make it out alive, perhaps crawling back to the Federation, finally +defeating the Borg's Galactic Strike. But that was only on the optimistic +side of the idea, it was actually more of a dream. But that's not what +got to Picard, that's not what was eating away at him, keeping him from +coming up with a simple basic strategy that both the Romulans and the +Federation could work with. + He was the Commanding Officer of StarFleet 'Task Force Alpha'. That +didn't bother him so much, it was the fact of what he needed to do as +the head of the 'Task Force'. There were sixteen StarFleet vessels out +there and they all came under his command, it was quite like being an +Admiral, though he didn't quite look forward to doing that, to becoming +that. Jean-Luc realized that each individual that had joined the +'Fleet had given an Oath, had understood the risks of doing what they +were going to have to do. But this was like suicide, he was going to +send people to their deaths. But that was only half the problem, +Picard understood the need for death, the need to defend for the rest +of the galaxy, for those who were too weak (or too smart) to fight for +themselves. What truly hurt Picard was the fact that he was the one +who was sending these people to fight the Borg, while his ship, his +people sat back and watched. + My god, he thought, what if I'm sending someone to their death, +then only to have them be the last of their line, the last of their +family...the way I am the last of mine. + For another half hour he sat at the head of the table going over +these thoughts, again and again. Finally he help the tears hit the +papers spred before him, it was time to do what he felt he must...to +send these people to fight for the families, for the worlds,for the +peace that sent them here. It was time to talk to Tomalak... + + *** *** *** *** *** + + Tomalak was escorted to the Conference Room by two security people +Picard had never seen before. But that wasn't something new, he could +only know so many people, remember so many names. + "You've come up with something?" Tomalak said taking the seat at the +far end of the table. He was in his usual Romulan garb, with dark, short +cut hair coming down to his thick,bony brow. He sat rigid, like Picard +had noticed so many times before, these two were not strangers. But this +time they were going to be fighting on the same side of the line, against +a common enemy, one obsessed with galactic dominitation. If that's what +it could be considered, Picard had told himself a thousand times before. +Is it like being programmed, like the computer of this ship, not being +able to override the programs on their own? No one knew, no one but the +Borg that is. + "Not exactly, Commander." Picard started," The Federation is taking +a risk by sending us here, but I have no voice in the matter. It seems +even our best people couldn't find a way for defeating the Borg without +the lost of lives...many, many lives." + "Captain, we are leaving orbit in one hour...my fleet has +arrived...how are WE going to fight this battle?" Tomalak said, placing +all the possible emphasis on we. He sounded desparate to Picard, but +there was really nothing he could do. + "The only way to defeat them is going to be to relentlessly pound +their ships into a metallic cloud of dust...and that means having ships +out there for twenty four hours . The only way we can accomplish that is +to have your fleet out there for twelve, then backing off...giving us the +next twenve as you regroup and get repair and rest. Then we continue +until something happens in our favour, I mean, for both of us..." Picard +said feeling relieved that that was the only thing Tomalak had thought of +as well. + "Well, then, I will lead my fleet in for the first round." Tomalak +said, standing to leave. + "Make it so." + + **** ***** **** + + Thirty minutes later, the two fleets had arrived at the V'Larm +system, warping into the battle no one who attended would ever forget. +Around the fifth planet of the system were four Borg Cubes, moving slowly +outward, slowly toward the home planets of the Romulan Empire, though +they never make it as that speed. + The Romulan fleet slowed from warp moving in to strike at the Borg +ships, who seemed to be waiting, just waiting for them. ANd so that was +what they were doing. + The Federation Fleet slowed from warp as well, keeping their +distance, out past the final, the ten, planet of the system. THe sixteen +ships that were going to battle made to long lines of eight, stretching +out of view of the screen on the Exeter. The Command ship was going to +hold this position for the entire battle, keeping out of the front line, +as it were. + Keeping Picards' ship company was the Romulan Warbird that +commanded the opposite fleet, commanded by Commander Tomalak. The Romulan +fleet was heading in, the federation ships watched as their romulan +counterparts took on the cubes. + This is for freedom, Picard told himself, this is for freedom. + He stood to exit the bridge, turning to Worf at the communications +console," I'll be in my quarters, if anything happens I want to know." +And he left, a little sleep would do him good, though he wouldn't be able +to close his eyes from the thoughts that ran through his head. + Off in the distance, light minutes away, the romulan fleet of nine +Warbirds and six smaller attack ships buzzed the Borg ships, who made no +efforts to evade the smaller ships. They just took the shots and fired +back, doing more damage than that that was inflicted upon them. They were +waiting for the fleet to drain of power, then take them and destroy them. +Like small insects flying circles around someones head, the smaller +attack vessels weren't being touched, the Warbirds, though, weren't doing +as well. + After eleven hours of lying down, pacing back and forth, and so on, +Picard headed for the bridge. Once there, he saw that Romulan casulaties +were relatively light, compared to what he had expected. + "Tomalak to Pee-card" the voice said from the heavens. SOunding +quite dismayed at the outcome of the first romulan/Borg round of the +Battle of V'Larm. + Seated at the center as usual, Picard answered," Go ahead Commander." + From unseen Romulan bridge, Picard heard from the leader of the +Romulan FLeet," It's your turn, now." + + + CHAPTER TWENTY ONE + + + "Captain, fifteen seconds to weaponds range," Data said from the +helm console of the Enforcer, the already stated newest ship of the fleet. + Riker sat back in the center seat, wondering how in hell they were +going to defeat the Borg. He glanced back to a small, petite woman who +was manning (he still didn't understand that one) the communications +console," Lt., send to Exeter: We have engaged the Borg." + The ship sped toward the four large cubes at a quarter the speed of +light, the other fifteen following closely behind. The ships, the Task +Force, slowly spred out, moving out to cover all directions that the Borg +may be vulnerable. The Enforcer shot off the first round of photon +torpedos, which hit the 'lead' vessel of the Borg. The ships were +arranged in a diamond pattern, face on. + The torpedoes hit the center of the weaken BOrg vessel, but to +little surprise," No measurable damage to the Borg ship, Captain." Data +shouted as the red alert klaxon slowly faded into the background. + On the viewscreen, two of the federation ships flew directly +between the four Borg ships, letting every phaser and photon fire in the +directions of the enemy. The strategy was slightly effective, but also +backfired on the second ship. As the Maryland buzzed the space in between +the Borg ships, firing all weapons, the Borg retaliated, all ships firing +their own phased energy weapons at the ship. With the multiple hits of +Borg weapons, the ship was torn in two, directly at the point of saucer +separation. Thus causing slightly less damage than what it seemed...until +the engineering hull exploded near the lead BOrg ship. The was flung, +spinning end over end, out of the pattern of attack, toward the outer +edge of the solar system. The crew who had survived thus far where going +to make it.... in an act totally against everything Picard believed, a +Romulan vessel went to warp to help save the crew of the StarFleet ship. + Though many lives were lost in the explosion, it appeared that the +standard 'warp core breach' had torn a quarter of the lead ship away. It +was actually completely missing, nowhere to be seen. + Only seconds after the mishap with the Maryland, the Borg vessels +moved apart. Now the ships were more like four separate targets, where +they seemed as one large target before. + "The ships are diverging" Data said, manuevering the Enforcer to a +position just outside the weapons reach of the Borg. It had been decided +that the fleet would fight for ten minutes, move out of range for five, +then move back and fight another ten. Now the second round was ready to +begin, the fleet down one vessel; the Borg down a fourth of a ship. It +seemed almost unfair. + + ***** ***** ***** + + On the main viewscreen of the Exeter, Picard saw his fleet being +battered and torn down by the unrentless Borg. He found it awkward that +they were now being the aggresser, not the Borg. But that was the way it +had to be. Picard had just gotten word that the Captain and first officer +of the Maryland had died in a freak explosion on the bridge of their +ship. Then it came through that the Romulan vessel was going to +transport the remaining crew of the Maryland to the Exeter as soon as +they could. Picard had no choice in the matter, he had a battle to win. +As unlikely as that may be. + "Ah do na' understand the reasonen' behind sended so many ships to +fight these beasties. If we coulda just tossed a few warp cores at 'em, +then this woulda' been over already..." Scottie said standing off to the +side of the center seat, he had decided to watch the action from the bridge. + "Captain Scott, it isn't that easy. THose things cost time and +money..." Picard said, looking up from the screen for the first time. + "So much money and time that the lives are worth less?" Scottie +asked, he knew he had Picard with that one. Of course, his suggestion was +impractical, but it was possible if not unique. + "Scottie...." Picard began, but was interupted from something that +buzzed over the comm circuits. He spun around to look at Worf, who seemed +just as confused as Picard was about the sound. "What is that, Mr. Worf?" + "Unknown, Captain" WOrf growled" Though it is getting on my nerves." +he seemed ready to destroy the entire console in a single blow. + "Ock, Captain, tha's just feedback from the subspace transmissions +of the ships out there...they must be sending a lot of messages back an' +forth to put out that much excess." Scottie said taking the seat at the +Engineering console. + Picard sat there thinking the situation over. THere can't possibly +be that much talking going on between all my ships or the Romulan ones, +Picard thought. + Just as Picard had hit upon the fact, a message came in from the +Enforcer, a message that came to the same conclucion," Captain Picard, +this La FOrge...listen, we've analized the subspace links between the +Borg ships and have found that,well, this is quite amazing, sir..." +Geordi found himself stumbing over the words while watching the engines +of the ENforcer as it continued to pound the BOrg, and to be pounded by +the Borg. In the back Picard hears someone yell,"The conduits to the +emergency generators are fused shut...once the mains are off-line, we're +dead in the water..." but that wasn't Picards' concern now. He had to +find a better way to defeat the BOrg, at least before casualities rise +any higher. And all this only thirty minutes into a twelve hour cycle +that would keep them getting battered. The Romulans had faired better, +they had more reason to fight: the Borg were heading for their home +worlds, now his. Geordi returned from the static," It appears that the +Borg of each ship are connected to every Borg on all the other +ships...there must be billions of connections and transmissions going +back and forth at...at, frankly sir, all times." + "Understood, Geardi," Picard was saying. He really didn't know what +to say," Do what you can,just be careful." But that wasn't it, there was +far too much emotion in the way he said it, caringly for his officer of old. + The transmission ended, and SCottie darted for the 'lift," Ah got me +an idea on how ta stop tha', Captain. Ah think if we can knock off the +subspace babbling, then we'd be able to take them on without 'em knowing +what exactly happened." + "More to the point, Scottie, when the Borg find a problem they stop +what they're doing to fix it...if you can do anything with that, let me +know." Picard said turning back to the screen. On a side scanner, the +science officer noted the approaching of a Romulan ship...obviously the +one with the survivors of the Maryland. + Picard was worried, more worried than any character he had ever read +of in a Shakespearian play. From this view, his ship was well out of +present dangers' way, but his eyes told him differently. The fifteen +remaining ships limped, in some cases, and charged, in the others, out to +the point where weapons could not reach. The effort was working, +slightly, the lead Borg ship and made a sudden change with the one to +its' right, trying to take the brunt of the fire off of itself. But Will +Riker had seen the move, and kept the two thirds of the fleet he thought +was needed to put the Borg ship out of commision for good. + Picard had seen enough, this view was giving him a headache...but +then so was the thing that came next. It had seemed as if Scottie had +just got in the turbolift, when his voice came ringing," Captain Picard, +Ah do think Ah have the answer ta stoppen' the Borg talken'!" + + + + CHAPTER TWENTY TWO + + + Sisko hound himself being transported directly from the bridge of +the Defiant into Ops., Deep Space Nine. He would have preferred to dock +the ship, with her engines slightly over-heated and all. But that would +cool down where they docked or not, and the fact he didn't have a time +estimate on the Borg arrival didn't help his case much. Every individual +in Ops. wore a StarFleet uniform, meaning that the Bajorans who were +usually here had been bused out. But that made him feel out of place, as +if this wasn't exactly his station. + To make those feelings even worse was the second he noticed Janeway +waltze from his office. Dammit, he thought, get out of my office. Of +course, she didn't give him the time, or the option, to voice himself. +Janeway waited from the large glass and metal doors to barely begin to +part when she began," Sisko, in here...". And that was it. + Ben walked to the doors, they slid open...and there she was sitting +comfortably in HIS chair, behind HIS desk. He felt the blood rushing to +his face, even though it seemed quite the trivial matter, it was one of +those little annoyances that eat at you and eat you. He took a seat, well +not actually a seat, rather he propped himself up on the front edge of +the desk letting his weight be supported (an attempt to take back, at +least a little, of what was his). + "Captain Janeway," he began, contemplating grabbing her and tossing +her out from behind the desk, especially once he noticed that what he had +upon (his desk) was irratating to her. Instead he opted to tell the +imprtant," the Borg chased the Defiant to the wormhole, then slowed, then +I don't know," he said, rolling his eyes and looking up to the ceiling, +up to the heavens. "The most important thing is we did get all the prodes +information...but even more so, the Borg can see right through our cloak." + Slowly, droplets of sweat begin to form on her brow, not exactly +something that was considered fashionable for women captain to have +happen. But then, again, it was justafiable for this situation. "I see," +she said, looking down at Sisko's backside, still holding him, resting +him on the edge of her(?) desk. "How many?" + "How many?!" he repeated," Three cubes, isn't that enough?" Christ, +he thought, wouldn't one be enough? + "And they slowed and didn't follow you through?" + "Well, we're not being assimilated are we?" he said, just enough +sarcasm so not to be insulting, yet enough for her to feel a little +pained. + "Captain Sisko," she said, standing with both hands balled into +fists on the desk. Oh boy, he thought, here it comes. Hello Odo, you have +to put me in the brig, I was being a little mean to our new bitch...I +mean commanding officer. Ha, he thought, ha, just try it. + "Captain Sisko, get back to your ship...we're going through," She +said, walking around the desk, heading for Ops. Obviously, she wasn't +kidding. + "Captain?" he asked, quizzically. + "If we stop them, or even slow them, from coming through the +wormhole, the better." She said, motioning for Sisko to step up onto the +transporter platform. Once he had done so, " Sisko, I'll brief all the +Captains of the ships in the FLeet, once I'm ready and aboard the Voyager." + He felt a small, cold, wet shivver move up his spine and as the +transporter effect took him, a cold shudder jerked him back to reality. +But now back on the bridge of the Defiant. + + **** **** **** **** **** + + "Benjamin, what's going on?" Jadzia Dax asked, rushing over to +him, just as the tingling and whining sensations and sounds of the +transporter effect had deminished. Sisko shuddered and lost his +balance, falling on his rear, onto on of the steps that lead to the +higher level of the center seat. + He sat for a second, then began to laugh," I had a small talk +with Captain Janeway and she gave me the most wicked cold chill I've +ever experienced." He stood, pulled down on the top portion of his +uniform and leapt up the two steps to the chair, this one was +definitely his. + "So what are we going?" Kira interjected from the doorway to the +bridge, she had obviously just arrived. But the smile on her face +gave away the fact that she had been there long enough to see Sisko +fall on his rear. Her voice betrayed nothing, not even the great +amount of fear that she was hiding. She didn't want to fight the Borg. + Sisko looked over his shoulder, then back to the main viewscreen, +which showed both the Station and the now invisible wormhole. He rubbed +the stubble that was quickly beginning to cover his face, contemplating +for a moment whether it was the days without shaving or the stress of +those days that had led to the wild hairgrowth. He brought himself back +to reality, then felt the burden, the responsiblity to answer the +question. And so he did," We're going to the Gamma Quadrant to fight the +Borg..." he uttered, not exactly liking the idea. He pointed, halfly, to +the ceiling," Better to fight the Borg there, than to risk the +assimilation of Bajor and everything else. Besides, if we can't beat +them, at least we have the chance of destroying the Wormhole before they +can come through." + "Uh-huh," was all that anyone said, and that came from Kira, now +standing over near the station that Dax manned. + It was going to be a long wait for Janeway to get them all +underway, a long wait in their minds at least. A long aganizing wait, +that had everyone contemplating what it would be like to be a Borg. + Of course, there was one man they could have asked...but he was a +quarter of the galaxy away...fighting the Borg, again. + + + CHAPTER TWENTY THREE + + + "Well, Scottie," Picard said, strolling through the large, double +doors to Engineering. If what Scottie had found was going to stop the +Borg, then dammit it must be worth hearing in person, he thought. But +said," This had better be good, you know I shouldn't leave the bridge +when we're in battle." + Scottie stood there, looking at Picard with the large grin that +seemed to always be on his face in times of trouble. He was the great +"Miracle Worker" and would you believe he had done it again. He turned, +sucking in his large gut, but he had a good reason for such a gut...he +was the greatest Engineer since Zefram Cochrane, and was about as old as +Cochrane was when they had found him ninety years earlier. "Aye, sir... I +know what ye mean...but Ah think you should look at this for ye self." + THe rotund engineer lend the Captain of the Exeter over to a small +station worked into a wall near two sets of ladders/stairs that led to a +second level. On the board where dials and buttons that were more than a +century out of time, but seemed to work just as well (if not better than +his own twenty fourth century equipment). + "So what's this all mean?" Picard said looking up from the switches, +rubbing his balding head with a hand that felt a little cold and clammy. + "Ah found that the Borg talk back an' forth from ship to ship like +they do, as ye said they did, from man to man aboard one ship..." Scottie +said, not trying to let on too much as to what he had actually dicovered. +Remember, you don't let on until the solution is already been approved +and has worked. + "And that means..." Picard said, trailing his voice, leaving the +question open ended for the ChEng to answer. + "It means that Ah have already found a way ta shut down their +subspace chattering between ships, sir." Scottie answered. He looked +around at the crew that monitored the dozen different stations of the +large room, a room larger than that of the Galaxy Class starships that +seemed to redefine spaciousness aboard space vessels. + "How?" Picard asked, catching on to what the Scot was hinting at. + "All Ah need to do is set one prode, or even better a small shuttle- +craft, above the magnetic poles of each Borg ships...there they won't +detect them...too hard for even the best of sensors to detect." Captain +Scott said, using his hands to show how he would have them placed above +the emorous ships of metal and plastic. It was obvious that even Scottie +did his homework on the Borg ships. + "What are they going to do?" Picard asked... + ...the ship rocked back, knocking Scottie into the console he was +using to show Picard his demonstration. Picard tumbled forward almost +into the arms of the hundred and twenty kilogram man, but the second wave +of motion pushed him to the ground. The deck swung to a thirty degree +angle, rolling Picard front over back straight into the casing for the di- +lithium crystal chamber. Scottie found a worn, old, almost comforting hand- +hold on the console, barely letting him keep his balance, to stay on his +feet. Such good news wasn't when he glanced up to see one young Ensign be +flung over the red guardrail to the floor of the Engineering room, +instantly killing the woman, her spinal cord snapped in more than two places. + Picard made it to his feet, after his thirty second bout with the +crystal chamber, immediately hitting his newer style StarFleet combadge," +Bridge, Worf what the hell happened?" + Only static. + "Bridge, come in. Worf, do you read." Picard was beginning to worry, +the ships convulsions had settled to a slow shake every second or so. +Scottie was too busy making sure the engines where holding together, +knowing damn well that the ship wasn't designed to take a beating from +twenty fourth century weapons. + "Bridge can you hear me...Mr. Worf...Ensign..." + "Worf here." Came over the comm system, relieving Picard who was +beginning to think the worst of the posible situations. + "What happened, COmmander?" Picard said, walking, with a limp, over +to the console both he and Scottie had been looking at. + "As far as we could tell before the bridge depressurized, a random +graviton beam from the Borg Fleet as directed this way..." WOrf +continued, but that was all that Picard had to hear...the rest being the +bull. + "Before the bridge depressurized..." Picard said, again using the +familiar 'you finish this sentence' tone he had been blessed with since +childhood. + "Yes, sir," Worf said, the sound of a clunky, old turbolift in the +background. He continued," The beam tore the bridge flight recorder +straight out of the ceiling of the Bridge... if one of the unused Bridge +chairs hadn't gotten stuck we all would have died.." + Picard turned to Scottie, who was making his way back down the +ladder that led to the second deck of the large main room. Scottie had +heard the whole conversation over his own com, looking to Picard he +mouthed," That had happened before, tha's the reason the moved the damned +thing". + "Where are you now, Mr. Worf?" Picard said, hussling over to a +second console off, out of way...one that had a viewscreen. He flipped on +the screen, only to see his now battered fleet crawling back to regroup +near his cripp;led ships position. The twleve hours were finally up. + "Everyone, but Ensign Topper, the helmsman, got to the 'lift," Worf +said, he paused to let the Captain think that there was nothing they +could have done to save the red-headed officer. He took a deep breath, +somthing he had been deprived of for several long, excurciating seconds +of living in the vacuum of space," We are on our way to the Auxiliary Control +Room on deck eight." + Scottie nodded, that was the only place that control could be handled +easier than it was to do down here in Engineering, though it could be done. +Auxiliary control, was the seemingly perfect pre-cursor to the so called +'Battle Bridge' of the twenty-fourth century 'Exploration' vessels of Star +Fleet. + "Very good, Mr. Worf...let Commander Tomalak know that we are having +some..'minor difficulties'...and that his twelve hour shift is back." + "Aye, sir." WOrf said, the sound of turbolift doors swooooshing open +in the background."WOrf out." + "Well, Captain Scott," Picard said, feeling that though they had lost +a life, it could have been worse," It seems I could very well owe my life +to you." + "It won't be the last time, sir." Scottie said, a smug look on his +face, knowing that Picard would take it as light heartedly as his once +former Captain Kirk had taken such comments. + "I see... well then," Picard said, seeing a slight shift in the mood +of the situation, a slight shift in the posible friendship these two +could very possibly have. He smiled, showing his teeth, something that +rarely happened," Well, now you and your men have real Work to do...get +that bridge back together." + "Agh, Captain...that's almost done already," Scottie said, knowing +that the crews he had already assigned to do the job had already arrived +on the the bridge in their spiffy little 2370 a.d. space uniforms. "But +Ah think tha' it may be better to tell ye what Ah have got once Mr. La +Forge comes home." + "That sounds good. I'll be on the Battle Bridge...I mean in What +did call it?" Picard said, thinking that it was maybe best to let Scottie +think he did definitely know this ship class better than those history +buffs who studied such things, like Picard. (Too bad for Picard, Scottie +knew this ship better than the ship knew itself!) + Slowly, as if talking to an infant, Scottie joked with his newfound +friend and commanding officer," Aux...ili...ary....Con...trol". + Picard turned to leave, shaking his head and slightly laughing, even +though the state of the ship didn't exactly call for such humor. He +stopped and turned and said to Scottie," Where you always such a smart ass +with Jim Kirk?" + Scottie looked up, shocked by the question, then began to remember +his friend. A slight smile and then... + ... " Aye." + + + + CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE + + + The Romulan Fleet had taken out two of the cubes, before the +Federation was even asked, then pleaded to, then even co-ursed by self- +exiled Ambassador Spock on Romulus. The Romulan Star Empire had taken +quite a hit in the sore spot when they found that the Federation could +only spare so few ships. But, then the Federation had lost a good number +(thirty nine to be exact) of their war vessels against a single Borg ship. +Today, neither the Romulan or the Federation 'Empires' would stand to +lose near half that many ships against four times the power of a single +Cube, for they spare four Cubes, the unrelentless Borg. + + Captain Jean-Luc Picard seemed to be wandering the ship, in fact lost +of the eighth level, one that was supposed to house the ships 'auxiliary +control room', the precursor to the Battle bridge. Finally, he found the +door, with no help from crew members rushing past, quickly trying to get +the bridge back to normal. But then, on these 'primative' twenty-third +century ships there were no computer consoles on the walls of the +corridors to show the way. + "Captain...the Romulans have lost one Warbird and two smaller attack +vessels in the last round of attacks." Worf said standing at a console, +almost completely hidden from the view of anyone who entered. A large, +red, metallic type fence blocked a direct route to the console Worf +seemed to be using. Hearing the door begin to slowly swoosh shut behind +him, Picard turned just in time to see two 'meds' take the now dead body +of a bridge crew member past. + "How long until we get another crack at them?" Picard said, closing +his eyes and thinking of the family of the young man who had died. A +single death was something that bother Picard far greater than the +thousands that were going to die in the next few hours. The single death +reminded him of a message he had recieved only a month before...on the +holodeck of the Enterprise-D, a message that would live with him to the +grave. And if he was anymore cynical now, he thought it may live with him +in the infinite space and time of the Q continum, knowing that Q would +never let his sole entertainment cease to exist. + "Two hours, ten minutes." Worf answered, he seemed to be +concentrating on the job he was preforming, keeping a close eye on all +Romulan communications. + Picard stepped up to a vacant station, the first inside the door, +but before he took the chance to seat himself, Captain Montgomery Scott +entered, via the same route as Picard. He seemed worried, almost +frightened, but then his face changed," Captain, Ah think ye better call +Mister La Forge an' have him come over here...Ah think Ah have a way ta +stop th' Borg." He left. + Jean-Luc didn't know what to think, Scott was behaving differently, +mad then happy, laid back then urgent, it just didn't make sense. And +where did he go, just stepping out like that, Picard thought. He turned +to look, strainingly through the think metal fence, at Worf, who seemed +to had taken over all operations. + "Already on his way, sir." Worf said, without having been given the +order. This was something Picard had found irritating in most situations, +but when it came to war and the such he felt that it freed his time to do +the important things. Like seeing what Scotty and Geordi where going to +do about the Borg. + + **** **** **** *** + + "You want to do what?!" + "Ye heard me...Ah tell ye, Geordi, it'll work." Mr. Scott said, +looking straight into what would/should have been La Forges' eyes, now +covered with the damned VISOR he insisted on never getting rid of. + "You can't just launch probes, or even shuttlecrafts, at Borg ships... +I've told you it just won't work. They won't get close enough, they won't +work fast enough, and the whole thing probably won't work at all." +Geordi said, more like complained, as he walked to the edge of the upper +level of the rarely used photon/subspace science lab. Geordi, not being +to familiar with these type of ships, had finally stopped complaining +about the damned handrails all over the place. + "Then we can beam 'em inta place." Scottie said, seated behind the +only twenty fourth century computer console in the entire labratory. The +room was immense compared to so many other rooms on the ship, only +dwarfed by the entire engineering room. + "Beaming, how can we beam probes into position over both of the very +minute magnetic poles of Borg Cubes, without getting blasted to hell when +we lower our shields? Answer that one." La Forge asked, getting a little +pensive, realizing that this was, in fact, the only decent idea had yet +to hear. + "The transporters on this ship could be modified to..." Scott began. + "This ship can't take the pounding and you know it," + "But...Ah had hoped to use th Exeter transporters to beam the +probes more than halfway there, then get one of those damned Romulan +ships to cloak and beam them the rest of the way without being detected." +Scottie said, with the one problem he had feared showing itself in his +voice, not in the exact words. + "Halfway..." + "Aye, these transporters are twice as powerful than any that you +engineers have on ye ships taday." he said in rebuttle,"...just a little +tinkering." + "I don't know," La Forge said, rubbing his chin in the thoughtful +way he had learned from his engineering professors back at the Academy. +Then he thought a moment, really thinking, putting everything into it, +looked up, nodded, then slapped his combadge," La Forge to Picard." + The door behind his swooshed open, in walking Picard," Already +here, Mr. La Forge...what do you have for me." + "Not me, sir, Captain Scott..." + + + + CHAPTER TWENTY SIX + + + "Standard Orbital Approach," the helm officer of the Voyager said. + "Very good, scan for ships in the area and any signs of Borg or Jem' +Hadar ship on the planet surface." Captain Janeway ordered, she had +gotten the much needed nap while inroute to the world, the world where +they believed the remaining Borg threat had vanished to. + "Scans indicate a moderately industrial humanoid society on the mainland +of the this world. It is becoming difficult to scan the region, due to +the amazing amount of pollution they are producing in their 'factories'." +the first officer said from a position off to the side of the captain. + "We're not looking for them, Chakotay, try scanning for the +ionazation trail...it may have survived well into this earth like +atmosphere." Janeway said, a sly smile on her face. + "The sixth planet, the largest, is closing in on its' perihelion, +causing massive eruptions on the surface of the star beyond... the +solar wind is distorting the scans of the surface and atmosphere below +six hundred kilometers." + "Just find them." + + **** **** **** **** + + "Ship of an unidentifable shape is located in the southern most +region of the largest island off the main continent, east." Dax said, +amazed that they had been the first to pick up on the ships subspace +transmissions, apparently uncoded and of....Borg design. + "Contact the Voyager, explain to Captain Janeway what has been +found...then transmit coordinates to the Voyager and to our own +transporter room... apparently they crashed...and survived." Sisko said +drawing out the final word, leaving it to the rest to find whether they +feared the Borg, whether hurt and dying or better when they were alive +and well. + Sisko preferred them dead, as dead as they could possibly get. + Though still wondering, in the back of his mind, what had happened +to the agreement between the Borg and Jem'Hadar, and if the Jem'Hadar had +done this much destruction to the Borg, the Borg of all people (? where +they people, could we consider them alive?), then what could possibly +await them? + + + CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN + + + "Commander Tomalak, I promise you, there will be no damage caused +to your ship...we don't have the cloak, so to do this we need you, we +need you." Picard said, making it a plead. Small droplets of sweat formed +on his high forehead, no hair to stop them from rolling down into his eyes. +The 'Auxiliary control room was becoming quite stuffy, with loads of +officers that Picard had never seen rushing in and out, trying to tie all +controls from the bridge to the is medium sized, computer filled control +center. The bridge was supposed to be back on line in another two hours, +hopefully before then. But then, Picard thought, if I know Scott, he'll +have it ready in an hour or less, even with all his planning. One to +really count on... + "Captain Pee-card, you want us to fly into the middle of a battle, +cloaked, and beam these 'probes', as you call them, near the Borg +ships..." Tomalak said, looking as if he was going to laugh, as if he had +never heard of such a rediculous plan before in his life. + "If it will save the lives of so many...." Picard began, cut off, +not by his own will, but by the large, dark hand that Tomalak threw up +near the screen calling for silence. + "We will do it," Tomalak said, slowly allowing himself to lean back. +Picard smiled slightly, the persperation on his brow quickly beginning to +evaporate, relieved that it went so well. Tomalak," But, you must allow +us full access to the systems that will be controlling the probes." + Picard died. Well, not really, he just felt as if he had, as if his +heart had been punctured again, life fleeing him, running on a direct +course away from him," Why?" was all he could ask, quite the nonsensical +question. + "We want to know exactly what is going on, Pee-card, We want to know +how you plan on defeating the Borg." Tomalak answered, making his motives +all too clear, without adding part of the truth, he wanted to know +exactly how the probes of the Federation worked, how they stood up to his +own, how he could possibly find a way to defeat the border probes along +the Neutral Zone, probes just like this one. + And Picard knew it, but caved in," Fine, we'll contact you once the +probes are ready... Picard out." he said, giving his little nod to Worf +to cut the line, which he did. The screen went black. + "Captain Scott," Picard said to the air, forgetting that the +computers of the twenty third century didn't quite respond the way his +did, in the twenty fourth. He looked to Worf who said,"Try now,sir." + "Scott, here." the two words flooded the speakers, almost painfully. +It seemed some systems where just getting callibtrated for being rerouted +to the bridge. + "How are those probes coming along?" Picard asked, feeling a bit +relieved. Of course, he knew full well, that the job these probes where +to do was not going to destroy the Borg ships, but cut them off from one +another. + "Another minute...wait, one...Aye, sir, th' probes are ready." +Scottie exclaimed over the loudsystem. He wasn't quite the proud, Scott +who did wonders at his job, was he? + "Very good, Mr. Scott...one question though..Why are we beaming them +out there into space then letting the ROmulans beam them aboard? Why not +let them have the probes now?" Picard said, tilting his head upward, +where the speakers of his ship and all ships older than this one had +their speakers. This one didn't, though, he did it out of habit. + "We need to know if they're going to work, don't we?" + "I see your point." Picard said. + + ***** ***** **** ***** + + "Fleet moving into position," Worf said, looking through the thick +metal fencing that separated him from his commanding officer. + "Alert Captain Riker that a Romulan Warbird will be joining them in +one hour to deposit some help around the Borg." Picard said, standing as +he had been doing for the past nine hours, tiring quicker than he thought +possible. + "Aye". + + **** **** **** **** **** + + "Energizing transporters, now," Scott said, standing at the +controls to the main transporter unit. The Probes had been loaded onto +two transporter platforms and were being beamed directly where they +needed to be so to be checked. + "Transport complete" he said, a smile on his jolly, fat face. + "Probes are working perfectly," someone behind him said, standing +at a console that was rarely used by anyone including the transporter +chief, which ships of this one's day didn't have...they simply had the +'Chief Engineer'. + "Aye," he said, just for the sake of it," Aye." + + + + CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT + + + The Fleet moved off into the distance, somewhere out there, where +the Borg were waiting, where fate was closing in for the kill. The Borg +where still making their slow course through the system, killing +everything that stood in the way. Halfway between the command ships of +the FLeets and the infamous Borg vessels, there stood eight gerry rigged +solar probes, sending out some sort of buffetting subspace signal...on +all frequencies. They just stood there, not moving (relative to all +parties involved). + The Fleet moved in, the lead ship- the Enforcer, under sommand of +Captain William Thomas Riker- fired the first shot... a full spread of +photon torpedoes off the leading ship. They did little or no damage. The +Fleet of now fifteen ships, two almost out of commission, spread out, +spanning the invisible surface of a sphere that inclosed the four Borg +ships. They didn't seem to care. + The battle that would see the end of the war with Borg had begun, +just twelve hours before it would end. The various ships made their +moves, diving in close to the Borg, firing off all their phasers and +photon torpedoes, then speeding out, away from the action. This starategy +was tried by the Romulans and worked, only moderately, for the forst +attacks that they made against the Borg...successful in the way that only +thousands of lives where lost, instead of the hundreds of thousands that +could have been given away. + Some ships did what seemed, at least on the computer (Used to be on +paper!), to be quite impossible manuevers. The London was making a dead +run for the lead ship, the one that had been designated alpha, the others +following in an obvious order of greek letters. The London took a +parabolic course that let her slip under Alpha, firing her phasers and +torpedoes...but then she stopped. A dead stop, completely motionless, and +with that the Borg stopped firing, as if their sensors where saying the +ship was dead. Though it wasn't. + Captain Manik, commanding officer of the USS London, had decided on +a course of action that no other had dared. He cut the engines, allowing +the ship to drift, the magnetic fields of the Borg ship slowed the London +just enough the the front of the ship was now completely turned toward +the Borg vessel. He waited, the engines working (Overtime). Using the +main deflector dish, he fired an enormous resonance burst at the Borg +ship, simulating an Antimatter explosion when it came in contact with the +enemy ship. + The London powered up in less than the millisecond that the +computer said was necessary, full reverse, and the ship spend away from +the blasted Borg ship...with the help of Newtons Third Law. He used a +strategy that was taught to every student of command ability at the +Academy, something that the 'Chief Engineer' of the command ship had once +tried. Amazing... + The London sped free of the battle scene, having caused the largest +explosion yet (At least since the Federation had arrived). The Borg ship +had a semi-spherical hole the size of a nice sized asteroid blown out of +the bottom side. The Borg ship retreated, moving into the safest spot, in +the back. The already damaged rear ship took the front position, not +letting its' weaponds hestitate to fire as it did so. The now, rear ship +was missing close to forty-five percent of its' original mass. A manuever +and idea that would ultimately, in the years to come, allow Captain Manik +to become Admiral Manik...but that would be years, and years ahead. + The manuever worked once. But the chance to pull the same manuever +again would never come, the Borg adapted to well. And most Captains and +even every ensign knew that. + Except for one...one captain made the naive mistake, a mistake he +would live just long enough through to regret. + + + CHAPTER TWENTY NINE + + + Sisko was pasing the length of the Defiant bridge, he hadn't thought +of the situation that he had been placed in as "command'. But it seemed +Captain Janeway had done that very thing, not wanting Sisko or anyone in +command of any vessel to beam to the surface near the wreckage of the +Borg ship. Instead of disobeying her orders he opted to send Lt. Jadzia +Dax and Security Chief Odo to the planets surface...along with over fifty +other personel from the six other starships. + Sisko couldn't contain himself, he felt that he belonged down there, +he felt he deserved the right to see the Borg squirm in the last minutes +of their lives. Sisko felt he deserved to be the destroyer of the race +that took away the only woman he had ever loved, the woman that had given +him his only son, Jake. But, how. How could the Borg had revived these +thoughts, Sisko thought remembering his first (and only) encounter with +the aliens of the wormhole, I defeated the Borg, I let go of Jennifer... +Damn! + "...jamming all subspace frequencies that the Borg are known to have +signalled on..." Kira was saying from the science console off to Sisko's +left. Janeway had, wisely, decided to jam all Borg transmissions...they +didn't want them calling their friends, did they? + "Very good," Sisko uttered, not thinking really of the things going +on around him. He was lost in the thoughts of the bloodest battle the +Federation had ever fought...Wolf 359...then they were gone. The thoughts +of Jennifer, the thoughts of that system, the thoughts of Lecutis of +Borg, the thoughts of revenge: they all dissapeared from his mind, as +quickly as they had formed. Sisko was back... + He took his seat, center, higher by a step, crossed his legs right +over left, folded his arms of his chest. He tilted his head to the right, +rather than turn his head the opposite way," What's going on down there?" +he asked. The question came from nowhere, Kira was shocked he had even +said anything, knowing what he was thinking, the same thing she would +have been thinking if she had been in his place. Was he speaking to me... + + ***** **** **** ***** + + Dax had been the first to fully materalize on the planet +surface...Odo taking, for some unknown reason, longer to appear. The +teams from the other six ships took longer, though no more than two minutes +had pasted from first arrival to last. But time seemed to stop once one +stepped on the soil of this new, never touched land, on this planet that +was as beautiful as any scene from earth in the nineteenth century. For +lain out before them was the remains of a Borg Cube, sprayed out for +miles, almost from horizon to horizon. From what she had heard, it seems +that this Borg ship didn't stand up to atmospheric pressures and +emergency landings quite as well as the now downed Enterprise-D. + Much of the Cube, however, remained intact. Looking like a large +pile of metalic waste...resembling a late twentieth century trash heap...five +hundred meters high! The Cube was a small mountain, taking up much of the +scenery directly ahead, yet more than a kilometer away from the current +position of the teams (who really had no purpose, but to look everything +over). + "Dax to Sisko and Janeway," She said, stepping closer and closer to +what may hold nothing for her but death. Dax was not in the least bit +apprehentious about this, though Odo couldn't help but seem a bit too +cautionary. + "Captain Janeway here...Go ahead Lt." The voice from nowhere replied, +sounding a wee bit nervious, a wee bit tired, and a wee bit angry. +Placing most emphasis on her rank, and the rank of Dax, trying to not let +her forget it. + "If I wasn't holding the tricorder I wouldn't believe it myself, +Captain," Dax said stunned, showing the readout to Odo, who stood just +over her shoulder. It was apparent from the actions of the other small +groups of StarFleet officers that they were all coming to the same +conclusion at the same time. She paused, letting the captain listen even +more carefully to what she was about to say. Then," Captain Janeway, I'm... +we're only picking up trace reading of Borg disruptors only... no Jem'Hadar +ionazation signature is present in any of the surrounding debris or in +the atmosphere..." + "I see..." she said, sounding just as astonished as Dax had believed +she would," well then," and the signal died, mid-sentence...nothing but +static. + Dax looked up, as did everyone else who was in contact with the +ship, they looked around at each other. It was Odo who spoke as the +groups started to huddle and converge on a single position, near Dax and +Odo, the first two who had arrived on this paradise. Odo mumbled to +her," They must be under attack, frequencies being jammed." People +started looking to the sky, watching for flashes of phaser fire miles +over head...they saw none. Odo repeated," They must be under attack..." + Someone in the middle of the fifty person group shouted," No they're +not...we are!", everyone looking to the wreckage. Pointing fingers flew +up as they noticed nine Jem'Hadar warships decloak, landed on the ground. +Before another word was spoken, half the team had dissappeared...obviously +beamed somewhere. + Two of the ships took off, firing their disruptors up to the +heavens, firing at the starships in orbit. Then Dax suddenly felt sick, +and realized it was the transporter effect...the sickening feeling was +the standard effect the transporter had on Trills. She opened her eyes, +only to see Jem'Hadar soldiers pointing large disruptor rifles at +them...motioning Odo and Dax and the other twenty or so hostages through +a specific door. They did the only thing they could do, dropped their +weapons as they were told...and followed the Jem'Hadar orders. + + ***** **** **** ***** + + "We got half of 'em!" Chief O'Brien said, standing out of eyes' +shot. "Most of the crew were beamed up by their own ships...but we only +got half... the rest should be on the way." + "Somethings happening on the surface, sir!" the ensign at the helm +shouted, the noice on the bridge was becoming deafening. She spun around +to look at Sisko, who was now standing before the great chair," Ships on +the surface decloaking!!" + "Who...wha...how?!" Sisko muttered, trying to figure out what was +happening. The moment communications went down, he (along with Janeway) +had made the decision to beam their people out of there...only a moment +to late. + "We can't lock on..." O'Brien was saying," Trying...sir....trying...no +..can't get them...somekind of damned dampening field...damn...It's the +Jem'Hadar, sir!" + "What the hell's happening down there?!" + "Two ships firing,sir" the ensign at the helm said, letting her +fingers do the flying over the controls. Then she said the worse thing +SIsko could have been possibly asked," Raise shields, sir?" + He sat down, the disruptors blazing past them. Near hits. + "Raise shields, Ensign." + The two ships that fired had parted the Task Force with their wild +fire, separating the ships like the Red Sea. The ships fired as the +pasted, low powered disruptors, not doing much harm...only making a path +for the seven that followed. + As the ships pasted,"What's their..." + "The course of the enemy ships is bearing two two nine mark one +seven..." Kira said from the science station. + "Plot parellel course and engage at same warp as them," Sisko +said, knowing that fighting the Jem'Hadar would be a losing battle, not +just for them..but for Odo and Dax. Then there was the problem of where +exactly they were heading, until he looked at viewscreen to see a red and +brown haze slowly take shape in the distance. One thing came to Ben +Sisko's mind... + ...the Founders... + ...but why? + + ***** **** ***** + + Dax and Odo found themselves in a small dark room, with only two +other personnel; thought they knew neither. Apparently the Jem'Hadar had +been told to watch for a traitor, a Founder traitor...Odo. Even through +that order, they found themselves compelled to put him and his friend in +the best empty compartment they had. The Jem'Hadar (and the Founders) had +found out that it was a tiny bit harder to follow orders, especially when +your genetic programming says the opposite. Once again, DNA would play a +part in the way they acted, just as it always had. + "What's going on...where are they taking us?" the one unknown +officer asked, looking through the moisture rich, heavy air that made +breathing and seeing even harder in the poorly lit room. + "No one put up a fight, they don't care what happens...so long as +they get away...it's all that Captain Janeway's fault..." the other +unknown said, obviously showing his feelings for the commander of a ship +he didn't serve on. + "If the Defiant or any ships fired on the Jem'Hadar, we'd all be +killed with them...you don't know the power of these ships," Dax said, +taking a seat next to Odo on the soot covered, dingy floor. + Odo looked around, sudden, jerky movement, as if trying to get +away from something, yet listening to see if was still there. He looked +at Dax, fear hidden in those pseudo-optics," They're taking us there" he +said. When both unknown officers asked where, he pointed franticly to the +corner ceiling of the room," ...to the founders..." + Through a vent in the wall of the room, a hissing appeared, they +all looked around to each other....gas! The room quickly filled with a +clear, odorless gas. As the two unknown officers slumped over, and as Dax +begin to close her eyes, something she just couldn't help. Try to stay +awake, she thought, fight it, fight it! + She couldn't. From the corner of her eye, she saw, for the first +time, Odo begin to melt, to transform into his original, jelatonous state +of being. My god, she thought, the gas is knocking us out...and... (The +words that formed the thoughts were coming to her slower and slower.)... +doing the same to...Odo...he must...have...to ...change back to...his +origin...al...form to slee....... + + + CHAPTER THIRTY + + + + "Romulan ship moving away from their fleet, now cloaking," Worf +said, looking through the red fencing, the lighting shadowing most of his +already heavily browed face. + Picard was seated, now tiring from the operations that they moving +through. His shift had another full eleven hours, making his string of +hellish waking days almost two full. His face was also shadowed, not by +lighting, rather the stubble that professed his manhood had taken the +last two days of waken activity to sprout anew. He finally acknowledged +Worf after a moment of trying to assimilate the words he had heard. Damn, +he thought, everything is speeding up, while I'm slowing down...this +can't keep up. + A whistle sounded,"Crusher to Picard", a voice he hadn't heard +since the beginning of the mission. Thankful that it was atleast there, +though fearing what she was definitely about to say... + "Go ahead, Doctor" Picard answered trying to keep his normal, +bridge tone, though there wasn't anything normal about the +situation...and they still weren't on the bridge. He wasn't fooling +himself, then he wasn't fooling anyone else. + "Orders from StarFleet Medical...go to bed, Captain," She said, +teh voice filling the room, as if spoken from the heavens. + "Doctor, this is the most important part of this mission" he said. + "You have ten minutes...then it's in my hands...understand?" she +asked, leaving it to him to decide. + "Understood, Doctor," he said, cutting the line to Sickbay. He +looked around at the bunch working around him, then he opened another +line," Counselor Troi to 'Auxiliary Control" he said, knowing full well +that Deanna was sitting on a biobed in Sickbay, having tattled to Beverly +on how bad a little boy he was. + "The probes have dissappeared, Captain" Worf was saying when he +came around, having been in very well known place called LaLaLand, the +place where people go when they are all in their head...paying no +attention to outside stimulous. + "Very good," he said, wondering what had happened to the probes, +then almost kicking himself for not realizing that the Romulan ship had +begun beaming them to their respective positions over and under the four +mighty Borg Ships. Then from nowhere a voice came into his, no not his +head, his ear...he was beginning to lose it, he needed sleep. But the +voice was familiar in someway, yes, it's Scottie. + It was Scottie who was supposed to be telling him,"The bridge has +been completely repaired, sir. We need only ta repressurize...then ye get +ye chair back..." + + **** **** **** **** + + The mighty ship slipped past the phased energy bursted that were +going off around it, off to starboard, off to port, the ship turned, +glided past them. This ship, an Excelsior class starship, dived and rose, +moving out of harms way. The ship's shields taking less of a brutal +pounding than most others'. Her crew were experienced, they knew what +they were doing, but one thing was held against them...none them, not +even the vessels captain, had fought against the Borg in the past. + The Cairo spun around the rear ship, making loops around the +indented, cratered cube, as if tying a great invisible shoe lace, or +winding it's grandmothers cotton yarn in a large ball around the ship. +The phasers making contact, shifting frequency so to do the greatest +damage. The torpedoes moving off as slow as any had, hitting their +targets with precision never seen before...but then, most targets rarely +were so loarge and willing to say virtual so still. + As the starship came around, over the side of the Borg ship that +had been designated the top of the ship, the engines were cut...the ship +fired its slow retrotrusters to easy them into virtual motionlessness. As +before, with another ship, the strong magnetic fields of the north of the +Borg ship were pulling greatly on the south poled end of the Cairo. + The front, the saucer, for somereason tended to have a slightly +negitive magnetic charge, with opposites attraching, the saucer bent the +ship toward the Borg vessel. Captain Jellico knew that if this worked +again on the Borg, a clean whole the size of a nice asteroid would let +them look straight through the center of the cubic ship. + The main deflector energized, almost full...then a burst of phased +energy shot from the Borg ship, seemingly from nowhere. The beam of light +that showed the course of the burst was aimed at, and hit the main +deflector dish of the Cairo, sending it out of its' fifteen years +orbitable cycle around the borg ship. The entire engineering hull almost +collapsed instantly. The ship was dead, only functioning by the will of +those still alive. + From the bridge of the ENforcer, the great lead attack ship +ironically from the Ambassador class of vessels, the show of fire power +was magnificant. Nothing like it had every before been seen coming from a +Borg ship. The explosion of the impact dimmed the viewer as the light +sensitive equipment came on line. Will Riker was stunned, calling for an +immediate fall back, to regroup. All ships listened, except for the one +barely alive. + + **** **** **** + + The computer was the only voice heard under the moans of the +tortured bodies of seven hundred people. "Fifteen seconds to total loss +of warp coil containment field"...fifteen seconds to death. + Captain Jellico knew what he had to do, even from his position on +the deck of the ship with a fractured leg and massive internal bleeding, +his own lungs either collapsed or filling with fluid. He reached to the +green control on the center seats armrest, once pressed a subspace signal +was opened. He whispered as loud as he could without causing anymore +unbarable pain,"Cairo...Picard kill them all, kill these bloody +bastards...kill them so I can destroy them when I might them in hell..." +He released the green control, moving his hand to the red one, the one +that he had hoped never to use. + Before the mission had started, he had requested circuits to be set +to his command, for one decision only. In case of a warp core breach, +coolant leak, or drop of containment fields...the ship could make a +single, warp jump lasting less than a trillionth of a second...the power +he had. + His hand reached up, qwivering with fear and pain, knowing that +there was no other choice. The computer announced,"Five...four...three..." +he presseed teh control, the little, glowing red touchpad. He released it. + The ship leaped at them, the Borg had never had a chance... + + **** **** **** + + The Cairo moved to warp, a trillionth of a second later the mighty +starship slammed into the side of the Borg rear vessel, nothing they +could do to move...all for the better. + An instant after the mighty explosion upon inpact the +antimatter/matter containment was obliterated along with every piece of +material in the area... + The Cairo existed no longer... + Nor did the rear ship in the Borg formation. + + **** **** **** + + "Level Three shockwave," Worf said, flying over the controls, +knowing that this wave was going to cause quite a little bit of +havoc out here. They were still in Auxiliary Control. + Picard was just leaving, having seen the Cairo dissappear, +having had enough death for the day. Troi stood above the seat, he +had been slumping in, knowing that Picard wouldn't leave if the +shockwave was that large. + "Shields," he said...then exitting the room. Leaving Troi in +command, as if he didn't care. Which he didn't, after a certain +point, death isn't death anylonger, it's a game, a joke, something +no longer worth paying attention to. Death was the evil hayfever he +had as a child, after a few days of headache, it seemed not to +bother him anylonger, though he knew fool well it was there. + Moments later the ship rocked, a slight little roll, like +riding over the beautiful, rolling waves on a breezy day at sea. In +closer, the damage was greater, but only to tehir ships, but the +Borg as well. All ships had suffered, and to everyones dismay, +except that of the Borg... it was going to continue. The suffering +and death that is. + + + CHAPTER THIRTY ONE + + + Kill them so I can destroy them when I meet them in hell, Picard +thought, lying still in his bed, the bed of the captain of a Task Force +who stood little chance of success against the Borg forces, until the +moments that took the lives of hundreds of people just an hour ago. Three +left, three...how. + He had left the command to of the fleet to someone who had not seem +command action before...ever. But he trusted in Troi, and Worf, who had a +high endurance for time without sleep, and in Barclay, who had to join +Troi, he knew they were in fair hands. Not good hands, not the hands of +people who had done this before...but then, who had done this before? + Sleep, sleep, sleep, he tried to will himself to sleep, he tried to +keep the upsetting, depressing thoughts of death out of his mind. For +them, there would be plenty of time later, for the deaths of the people +he didn't know, for the deaths of those he did (like Ed Jellico, though +they weren't exactly friends), for those who had died before...for his +family, those he had yet to fully grieve for...but then, he thought, as +he usually did, what is enough? how am I to know? Damn. + He finally fell to sleep, the ship slowly rocking, obsorbing the +shock of the destroyed Borg ship, with tears welling in the creasing of +this eyelids, Picard, Jean-Luc Picard finally dozed off, out there where +no one could die (at least for real) in the realm of dreams. + + **** **** **** **** + + Worf had held his position, saying as long as he could hold out, +which for the powerful Klingon would be another forty eight hours, or so. +He had been standing for the past three days, straight, with only fifteen +minute breaks every four or five hours, leaving the other important +people to other jobs. His replacement, Reg Barkley, had been down in +engineering, helping Captain Scott, who it had seemed had taken a liking +to the otherwise friendless Barkley. + Though he knew he could last, his favorite human now being his +boss, he didn't want to bother Troi with such things as getting someone +to take his place as he did other things during what should have been +brakes. So he stayed at his post, not taking a break when she was on +duty, and for that he would be, though not many knew it or thought it +believable, close to physical exhaustion. "The Romulan ship has +transported the six probes into position above the Borg ships..." he +said, looking through the fencing, his voice a tiny bit more hoarse than +usual. + "Very good," Troi said, keeping a weary eye on him, trying to see if +he was still at top proformance, if not then Barkley could do the job, +letting him sleep, and recuperate. "Captain Scott, your problems are +ready to be turned on," she said, looking into the metallic grating of +the two-way speaker that was amazingly outdated, even for a hundred years. + There was a small break in the noise, things got quiet, very quiet, +almost as silent as the space, the vaccuum outside the ship. Then +Scotties boomed over the speaker," Aye, commander. Ye send a message ta +the Enforcer, tell Captain Riker ta pullback, they canna get caught in +the surge that the probes'll put out when Ah turn 'dem on..." + She sat in the only available chair, she face half hidden by her +long brown hair. All the better, she wouldn't want anyone to see the +smile she had on her face, the smile she got everytime she listened to +Scottie speak...there was just something about his voice, something about +the accent that made him seem to everyone like he should be their +grandfather, the wise old man. + "Sending," Worf said from his position, his voice getting a little +more out of sink, a little more hoarse, a little more dry and exhaustive +like. He looked through the screen, nodding to Troi, his new found 'love' +interest. THen he mouthed, rather than speak and give her ample example +of his fatigue, enough to send him to his room," Ready..." + "Captain Scott," She said, flinging the hair from her eyes,"You +can turn on the light show.". + "Aye..." + + + + CHAPTER THIRTY TWO + + + + They really had no idea what was going to happen to the Borg when +the probes started to transmit, or do whatever the secretive Scottie and +Geordi had done to them. We can't leave out the help that Barkley pitched +in, helping when he should have been sleeping. But then he didn't have +much of a job when he was on duty, seeing that Worf didn't want to go off +duty to give him the chance. + The probes were going to rest in positions that had been +calculated to have been directly above the magnetic poles of each +ship. Like most ships, all ships made of metal, the Borg had a +considerable magnetic field, especially since they were the best at +warp technology, which relied heavily on strong magnetic fields. The +Borg had unusually strong magnetic field lines that jsut seemed to be +caused by the unregulating of their warp drive, however they seemed +to be without the matter/antimatter system, it seemed logical to +believe that the magnetic fields came from the center of the ship. + Knowing that sensors had the hardest time penetrating the the +positions above the magnetic poles of large objects, they had +discovered that the Borg had the same problem...just as bad as a +small moon, or planet...esentially a Borg ship is large bar magnet. + Placing the probes in position at the poles, keeps the Borg +from finding them, though they would surely feel the power that the +hidden probes could give... + The switch was throne, and the probes began resonate at +frequencies that seemed to be abnormally high, and just as abnormally +low on the subspace band, frequencies that the Federation had found +decades before that seemed to link to, or have a specific baring on +what happens in the physical world of...electromagnetic fields +(radiation). + What is that horrible corrilation between the fields of the +electromagnetic world, and that of the subspace realm? Scottie knew, +he had done the original work on the subject. It seemed that if he +could link specific frequencies of subspace to specific magnetic field +lines of the Borg ship, then the the subspace messages (or whatever +was traveling in subspace) would propogate across the magnetic field +lines. Then what? What ever happened to be traveling across that magnetic +line would have to return to a space (inthe physical world) where it had +originated, where the magnetic field line originated. + Once specific frequecies where linked, messages sent on other close +frequencies would link to corresponding magnetic lines, thus making +messages on other, close, frequencies do the same to other magnetic lines. +In essence, no matter what frequency was being used, the message could +never escape the stronger magnetic fields of the ship or object it came +from. + So what would this do to the Borg? It cut each ship off from the +others, cutting the link that made them a true collective, making +fighting in the close quarters of this confined star system even more +hazardous from the humogous cube shaped war ships. The theory of Captain +Montgomery Scott would eventually go on to be one of the greatest +breakthroughs of the late twenty fourth century...and he wasn't done yet. + The idea behind the plan also had unexpected reprecusions on this +battle itself, making the odds of the Federation/Romulan Task FOrces even +better than ever. Of course, Capt. Ed Jellico wouldn't know that, but +then...there were definitely some other Borg who would be joining him in +hell on this day. + + + + CHAPTER THIRTY THREE + + + The amount of time that pasted was not known to any of the dozens of +hostages of the Jem'Hadar, particulary the three who sat groggy in a cell +with a now semi-jelatinous Odo. Dax glanced down, then quickly turned +away, not wanting to offend Odo, knowing how personally embarrassing this +must be to him. So she sat there wondering what the gas had done to him, +how it had taken to knocking them out, and turning him into...into a +pile, a puddle of goo. + She slumped against the wall, soot and dust rubbing onto her +uniform. Jadzia thought for a moment then looked to the ceiling, as if +someone shy had been undressing in front of her, and she spoke," It +appears that whatever that gas was, it bonded to your outer +pseudo-epidermis and caused it to break down...I'm sorry Odo," she said +thinking of continuing with her apology for giving a reason why this +happened. It really didn't matter how, but why they had done this to them. + Light filtered through a newly opened slit in the door to the cell, +though it seemed to Dax that this was not exactly a cell, but a room for +some type of storage...what kind she didn't know. The light flickered, +she looked up, her eyes caught in the involentary reflex of squinting to +adjust. Through the slit, a moment later, she could make out the eyes, +those reptylian eyes, of a Jem'Hadar, one of those who escorted her and +the others here. He peared in, obviously having better night vision that +the Trill or humans who occupied the small space. + "You are to stand..." he said, a little funny voice that sounded +almost out of place. Beside her, Odo had returned to a fully humanoid +form, the gas having finally worn off. He nudged Dax, urging her and the +rest to stand. + They did as they were told. Obvious to Dax, and hopefully to all, +they weren't going to be killed, who would bring this far after putting +them to sleep for so long...how long was it? She didn't know. Jadzia, +though a little worried, perhaps nervious, knew that they were safe, no +harm coming to them. The door opened, the light from the corridor filling +the tiny room. Her eyes ached, feeling something she hadn't known for +years...a headache set in. + + ***** ***** ***** **** + + "Slow to impulse for planetary orbit," Sisko said, seated where had +been for the pst thirteen hours, the entire duration of the trek from the +Borg ship to this planet, a planet with no particular sun, a planet +floating through a nebula hundreds of light years from the wormhole. + The ship slowed, he felt it in the soles of his boots. The other six +ships were in a pattern behind the Defiant. Something Sisko thought about +every second his mind wasn't on what could be happening to his people on +the Jem'Hadar ships. Fifteen minutes later the mighty warship took a low, +elliptical orbit that would bring it as close to the atmosphere as +possible without incurring damage to the ship. + "Scans of the surface show little has changed here in the last few +months, Commander...Captain," Kira said, having taken Dax's place at the +Science console off to the left of the center seat. + "Where'd those ships go?" he asked, only Dax and Odo on his mind, +getting them back and getting the hell out of here. Sisko had been +worried, not just for Dax and Odo, but for the fact that if Dukat had not +been so willing to take up positions near the alpha mouth of the +wormhole, this could have been a very deadly trap. Pull the fleet out of +position by faking the destruction of the Borg, then fly through and take +what you want...a plan that couldn't fail. Of course, and Sisko didn't +know this, that was not the plan. The plan had been changed, and that was +the reason the hostages were taken...they needed (the founders, that is) +, needed someone to explain that to. And who better than the +investigators of the destruction of the last of the Borg. + "Right where we thought they'd be...life signs are normal," she +said. Looking over the controls, then turning to Sisko," The Jem'Hadar +are hailing us, sir...they're leaving the surface." On the screen a dozen +of the Jem'Hadar ships sped toward them from the surface of the planet. + Hailing us..., Sisko thought. Now, what the hell is going on here. + "On screen,". + + **** *** **** *** + + "Your ships will drop their shields, your ships will power down +their weapons, your ships will be saved destruction only if you do these +simple tasks." The Jem'Hadar said from the screen in the front of the +bridge of the Defiant. He seemed the most intelligent of all the +Jem'Hadar he had ever come in contact with. + "Why?," She asked, never actually seeing a Jem'Hadar before, but +then Captain Janeway had never seen a live Borg before either. Sisko had +had reservations of letting her beam over, though left the decision to +her alone. The Jemmy's as he was becoming fond of calling them, had +wanted to speak only to those who were on what they believed to be the +command ship- the Defiant. + The Jem'Hadar sat quiet, not saying a word, just as he had for the +half dozen other questions she had asked, and again Sisko asked for +her,"Why?" + And to him, the Jemmy answered," Once the talk is over on the +surface, your men will be returned...so you may leave before we destroy +you." the screen went blank, then returned to s picture of the planet and +stars beyond. + Janeway looked to Sisko,"What about the women? Only returning our +Men? What..." + Sisko stood, looked down at her and smiled,"Captain Janeway, they +meant they were going to return them all, they just said men to make it +easier...now, what do we do?" + She looked at him, grinned, then frowned,"Lower shields, power +down weapons and beam me back to my ship..." + + ***** *** ***** + + "What are we doing here?" Odo said, looking around at the dozends of +Jem'Hadar soulders that surrounded them, it seemed as if they were +standing in a sea of aliens, aliens that would sooner kill you than look +at you. Looking over the heads of the souldiers, Odo noticed a slow +parting of the crowd ahead of them...someone was making their way through +the ocean of aliens. + "It seems we're about to find out," one of the two unknown officers +said, standing directly behind the humanoid Odo. The other guard was +standing next to his shipmate, sniffing the sleeve of his uniform, +evidently the gas had saturated their clothing and was still lingering +about...at least it wasn't enough to cause any effect on them, or Odo. +But most likely enough to be analized when they got back to the ships +they were from, if they got back to the ships they were from. + The Jem'Hadar in front of them moved out of the way, letting them +see past. The soldiers moved and knelt, facing the ground, being the good +little genetically engineered soldiers they were supposed to be. + Approaching them, a female, a female that seemed familiar. She +walked up to them, looked them over then to Dax," I never expected that +you would know of our plan to conquer the alpha quadrant,". + Dax looked at her, fire gleaming in her eyes,"From what we heard, +you were going to let the Borg conquer the rest of the galaxy, so long as +they left your worlds alone." Spite and anger filling her voice, she +didn't like battle, but she liked being kidnapped even less. + The woman, or what was her interpretation of a human woman, looked +stunned, evidently surprised by the fact they knew so much. She looked to +Odo,"You know as well..." as if he wouldn't help defeat the Borg because +his own kind were the ones behind the supposed invasion of the Alpha +Quadrant. + He just nodded,"I know everything that Starfleet knows about you +and your plans," he said. + "Well, plans change...and our's did." She said, the Jem'Hadar who +were standing around earlier, still on the knees. Oh the glory of +oppression, the power of being in control... + "That's why you brought us here," the guard said behind Dax, now +leaving the gas and his sleeve alone. + "Correct, we want to explain it to you, then let you leave...this +is the last time. We threatened you before, but this time is special, we +give the chance to leave...later...only because you impress us with your +amount of information," She said, looking from one to the other. Then she +said what those at Starfleet would fear more than the Borg,"But the +impression stops there...we've got your spy, well, we did...he's dead +now...so sorry." + So sorry, so sorry, so sorry...the words rang in Dax's ears the the +door buzzer to her cabin on DS9, when someone stood there ringing over +and over...for the first time in her life, she wanted to kill someone, +solely for the sport of it...this creature had infuriated her to that +point, one she would regret in the days to come...not because she took +action on the impulse, but because she didn't... + + + CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR + + + + "Switching the probes status ta active," Scottie said, his voice +filling the bridge. The entire operation was finally back where it was +supposed to be, on the bridge. Scottie had been seated at the engineering +station for the past twenty minutes, waiting for the right moment, +wanting everything to be prefect. The fleet had withdrawn to what he +thought was too safe a distance, but that didn't matter. From his +position on the bridge, he had a direct link, not only to the staus of +the probes, but also to the engineering room of the Enforcer, so to be +anle to communicate to Geordi La Forge any previously unforseen problems. + On screen, the three Borg cubes where slowly drifting back into a +recognizable pattern, though they had begun to slowly speed up, heading +out of the system, perhaps now fearful of that they were facing. But then +again, or even most likely not. Remember these are Borg, they don't have +emotion, they're just chips and neurons, no emotions, no fear. + "Overlay visual with subspace field recognition chart," He ordered, +the young man who know helmed the once mighty vessel give a little +sqweeky "Aye,sir" and changed the entire look of the screen with field +lines highlighted in blue and red, depending on their intensity. +On screen now, the Borg ships where nothing bot tiny square dots, with so +many subspace lines extending in the highest intensity color of red, the +ships where zoomed out, letting room enough to show as many as possible. +The Ships where surrounded, literaly, with red and yellow hallows of +lines that made circles around each. One intriguing thing stood out, many +blue, the weakest intensity, lines where extending beyond the system, +beyond the sensor range of the ships...meaning only one thing. THis is +far more a collective that previously thought, everything done here was +being transmitting back to where ever the Borg come from, a place some +where unknown in the deepest recesses of the Delta Quadrant. + + ***** **** **** + + "Data, get a reading on where those signals are going...pinpoint the +exact location," Riker was ready, now they were gathering not only info +on these Borg ships, but possibly on the homeworld of the Borg! He +continued,"This is our best chance at finding where they're from..." + Data sat at the Ops. console worried, something he had not known he +could feel until the month before, worried of what the destruction of +these Borg ships could mean to the Romulans, and to the Federation. It +was possible that they were sending for reinforcements, as funny as that +may sound. It was also possible that they were relaying vital information +to the next wave of, though they have no feeling, vengeful Borg ships, +willing to annlihate, rather than assimilate. Wow, Data thought, I'm +scared of something that's most likely never going to happen...this is +anxiety! + He brought himself to listen and do as he was told, holding and +trying to savor the feeling (mostly for later analysis)," Aye, sir." + + **** **** **** **** + + "Probes now active," Scottie said, keeping an eye on each panel on +his console, just to be sure each probe worked as it was supposed to. +Luckily for Captain Montgomery Scott, they each worked as he had +expected...just another miracle from the great "Miracle Worker" himself. + His other eye was intent on watching what happened on the main +viewscreen, to see if they did what they were supposed to. Working right, +and powering up right were two separate things, very separate things, +considering that what these probes where supposed to do, was not thought +of until the day before. + On screen, the blue lines that left each Borg ship, slowly curved, +heading in other directions, slowly bending back in upon the ship from +which that particu;ar line originated from. The lines seemed to entend +from one side of the ship, made a small curving loop outside, then +heading back in on the opposite side of the ship. "Aye, just like the +damned magnetic field lines, Geordi." he said, glaring at the screen, +speaking low into the communications array, the little button and grill +work of the century before, on his own console. + From the same grill and button, though this definitely came from the +grill, was the reply of La Forge,"Mr. Scott, I don't know how...whoa!!!" +..and everything died. + Well not exactly, it would later be estimated that the lost of +lives came to six million...six million Borg that is. + + **** **** *** *** + + The lines where going nowhere, and they couldn't figure it out. +The sensors that the mighty ship had didn't detect anything, they knew of +no technologies that could do this to them. They changed frequencies, +postulating that the umassimilated had jammed certain frequencies... +knowing from the great memory banks that all frequencies could never be +blocked, for there were an infinite number of them. + Alone, so alone, no one else, to be alone, so alone.... + Then the messages returned, they were once again in touch with the +collective, not the entire collective but one ship. Then after +milliseconds of Borg to Borg signal recognition tries, they found that +the ship they were in contact with was in fact their own ship. The +signals built up, taking memory and storage from each of them, they +needed to store the messages, though they were their own. The Borg saved +everything, and though the transmissions were their own, and far less +than all those they were recieving seconds before, they built rapidly as +frequency upon frequincy turned inward upon their own vessel. + The feedback of the their own transmissions built until it was far +too much to hold, but they knew no other way. Every bit of data was to be +saved, so to understand and be able to assimilate those who created the +data to begin with. This broke the Borg, what happened next killed them. + The feedback was being stored, the messages were already being +anylized, so to assimilate the makers of the messages. They knew no other +way, there was no subroutine, no subprogram, no nothing, that told them +that an unknown transmission may be their own. They began to plan to +assimilate the makers of the messages, but found that they were they, +they had to assimilate themselves. They had assimilate the assimilated. +This created a paradox that shut the entire ship down, they knew no other +way to deal with the problem than to shut all other systems down. Once +they did so, the 'warp core', or the secretive drive of the Borg +collapsed...destroying the mighty ship and it's six point four million +inhabitants. + The other two ships came to differnet conclusions, not taking the +same route as this doomed ship. They survived what was intended to not be +a weapon, but a helper in destroying their kind in the old fashioned way +of sending in the powerful to hammer away, hammer away, hoping to kill +them. No not kill, to terminate them. Shut them down. Two ships, two of +four, two of six, had survived, rocked by the explosion fo their sister +ship. No Borg would mourn the lost, they could not, they had no feelings, +no emotions to speak of. All the better, so they couldn't feel the pain. + + **** *** **** + + "Auck! Well, didya see tha'," Scottie said, laying the excitement in +the accent pretty thick. "Never expected tha' ta happen" He stood proud +of his work, amazed at the outcome..one less Borg cube to deal with. + "Captain Scott, you did it...you've given us the chance we needed," +Geordi was yelling over the hoopla pouring out of engineering on the +Enforcer, the excitement was barely containable. + "Now, ye get your asses back in there and finish 'em off," Scott +said, leaning over his console, knowing that the level three shockwave of +the explosion of a Borg ship was on it's way. What he was really doing +was checking the positions of the probes that remained...and thanks to +the wells in th magnetic fields of the Borg ships, the probes avoided +being shifted out of position by the partners of the now dead +warship...assimilation ship. + + ***** *** ***** + + The shockwave shock the ship, rocking Picard from his sleep, his +shallow sleep, one he forced on himself. Thankfully awoken to cheering in +the corridor, realizing either the Borg were destroyed, or running away. +He slipped his one-piece back on and leapt from his bed. Time to get back +where I belong, he thought, on the bridge. + Off in the distance, on not measured in kilometers, but in light +minutes, fourteen Federation ships moved in for what was hopefully the +final kill. The Borg were without communications with one another, +placing better odds on the bet. Though it was far from a sure thing, +Picard knew he and his friends, were going home soon. Going home to say +they had defeated the Borg for hopefully the last time, going home to +mourn the loss of the lives of the crews of three ships, going home to +mourn the loss of his own family. + Three ships, my god, he thought, three ships. + We just have to make sure, he thought on his way up the shaft, we +just have to make sure that it says at three...and only three. + + + CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE + + + "The Borg ships are moving off, heading away from the heart of +Romulan space," Data said, smiling, an evil smile that gave away the new +found feelings, feelings of despise, of hatred for the Borg. He knew what +they had done, knew what they were going to do, knew what they wanted to +do. Now the chance for a Borgified galaxy was close to nil...actually the +probability of them conquering this arm of the galaxy, the Sagiturius +Arm, was only at fifteen point three nine nine six nine percent to begin +with. + Riker sat in his plush, perfectly stuffed command chair, knowing the +decision on what to do next laid with him. Picard would undoubtedly give +him the option of the next action, only overseeing it, and approving it. +The fate of the lives of thousands of people rested with him, the +Tactical Field Commander of Task Force Alpha, a title that would any Pop +proud of his son. + Two Borg left, two Borg ships left...do we follow, do we save +ourselves from what could be our deaths by not going after them, Riker +thought. + He stood," Plot an intercept course for the Borg ships...get us +within weapons range...then match speed and direction...we'll wait at +that distance for the Captain's orders" he said, reflecting on Picard and +still calling him 'The Captain', when he himself now held the rank as well. + "Aye, sir," Data said, alknowledging the command, not giving it a +second thought. A blip lit on his console. "Messages from USS NORTH CAROLINA +and USS DECKER...They request permission to return to 'Base Position'... +both ships report heavy damage and many casualties." + "Granted" Riker said, hanging his head low. + "Captain, the Romulan Fleet is moving in...at maximum warp!" Data +shouted, trying to talk over the noise of repair crews and breaking, or +broken consoles. + + ****** ***** ***** + + "What?!" Picard said, staring at the face of Commander Tomalak on +the main view screen. He stood there, on his own command bridge, one that +had just been fixed, listening to something that had seemed to come from +the preverbial 'Right Field'. He can't be serious, was all he continued +to tell himself. + The dark, yellowish face of Tomalak filled the screen, larger +than life. His heavy brow shadowing his dark, almost inhuman, eyes from +the power of Picard's shock. When his face begin to move into a devious +smile, or perhaps an evil grin, Picard could feel the giggles move up his +throat, as Tomalak's ears, pointed as they were, seemed to wriggle and +then jab him in the sides of his head. + When he spoke, the moist, heavy air of the Romulan environment was +close to being visible, even to the sensors for the viewer. "You heard +me, Captain," he was saying. + "Tomalak, that's the worst decision you could make in a time like +this..." Picard said, staring at the screen, still disbelieving every +word that Tomalak had said. Tomalak, you fool... + + ****** **** **** + + On his own bridge, Tomalak sat only inches from the screen. Unlike +his Federation counterparts, his transmissions all took place up close +and personal...mainly to keep his bridge, his ship as secret as possible, +not giving away information like the Federation fools did, with their +open, completely shown views of the command centers of the war ships. + He felt the grin start someplace deep in the cavern of his spinal +column, shivering as it worked it's way to his face," These are not my +orders, Captain Pee-card...they come to you straight from the Romulan +Senate." + On his screen, Tomalak could see the entire bridge of the Exeter, +not that what he was seeing was technology in any state. He was far more +familiar with the nuances of the Enterprise bridge than he was with this +piece of history. And so he should be... + "Tomalak, you want us to withdraw from Romulan space?!" Picard was +saying, he had been difficult to hear until the systems of his own ship +kicked the volume up a few hits on the preverbial 'dial'. + "Now," Tomalak said, reaching to a console off screen. + + + + CHAPTER THIRTY SIX + + + + "Will, there's no time to explain," Jean-Luc Picard was saying," +Just get those ships out of there. The Romulans have asked us to leave..." + Riker was standing, halfway between the command chair and the main +viewscreen, which showed the two fleeing Borg vessels. The voice of +Picard flooded the bridge of this ship, the Enforcer. "Understood," + He gave his orders, the ship slowed, relaying simutaniously to all +the other ships, and turned in a large arc and re-engaged at high warp +heading back to the original base of command in the outer region of the +V'Larm system. + Twenty minutes later the thirteen ships slowed to a respectable +speed, coming up on the position of the Exeter, the command ship of the +Federation Task Force. Riker still couldn't believe it, the Romulans +called them off, sending them home, after all the work and pain and war +they fought to save this quadrant of the galaxy, and now they were going +home. Going home after accomplishing what they were told to accomplish, +not finishing what they wanted to finish, having to let the Romulans do +that, having to let the Romulans take the credit for the final defeat of +the Borg 'Invasion Force'. + He came to the realization that they had been used, used as they +were before by the Q and countless other species, to do someone elses +fighting, to die for someone else, to be someone elses entertainment, to +be someone, someone ungrateful, savior. The Federation was dealing them +an unfair hand, and their poker face wasn't quite up to the expert eyes +of William Riker. + + ***** **** ***** + + "I'm telling you, Jean-Luc, they sent us here to die...They knew +full well that the Romulans were going to stiff us once the Borg were +down for the count...I know it," Riker was saying, sitting in the +quarters that were deamed his, the Captains Quarters, talking to his +friend/ his former commanding officer. + Sipping at his glass of earl gray, Picard couldn't quite put +together what Will was talking about, though he knew that whatever it was +it warranted him using Picards first name...something Riker rarely, if he +could remember right, had never done. "I just don't follow, Will. What if +you're right? What if StarFleet is up to something? What can we do about it?" + "Listen. We've been fighting the Borg for more than five years +now, and they insist on leaving us in the dark until the last minute, +every time they show up to conquer the galaxy. I think that either +the heads at StarFleet or someone in the Federation is doing this for +some unknown reason...maybe they know where the Borg are from, and +don't want us to know." + "And maybe you need a little sleep, Will." Picard said, +chuckling. He thought that was pretty funny, especially since he +thought Will was simply talking non-sense. + "And maybe I'm right." He said, not laughing. Much too serious +for that," Every time we have a dealing with the Borg, it's Admiral +Necheyev who handles us and what we do..." + "That's her job, Will....she's the head of Borg intell- +igence." + "And maybe she's the one holding back on us, maybe she has +something to do with all this." + "Will, I don't see what you're all worked up about. The +Romulans made us pull out and start heading home because that's what +the Romulans want, not because it's what Admiral Necheyev wants." + "All I'm saying is that someone better keep an eye on her and +those like her, we don't want what happened eighty years ago in the +Klingon Peace Agreement to happen again, we don't need high officials +lurking around giving information to the Romulans...or the Borg." + "I hear you, Will, but-" and the door buzzer went off, +stopping Picard in mid-sentence. + Riker walked over to the door, hit the button...and standing +there was an ensign, the only one he really recognized, and this one +only because he was the night watch communications officer. The young +officer handed him a pad and said the message came through only a +minute before, for him only... + "Thank you, ensign," He said, moving away fromt he door, +allowing it to close. Riker walked back over to his seat, pulled on +his pants leg and sat down. Thumbing the pad for a moment and reading +intently the contents of the message, he looked up to Picard. + "What is it?" Jean-Luc asked, moving over to rest on the +armrest of Rikers' chair, so to look at the pad. + "It seems the walls have ears," Riker said, still sitting +there in a state close to neural shock," You won't believe it..." +he said, handing the pad to Picard. + Jean-Luc moved over to the corner of the room, a spot where +there was enough light for him to see what the message said. Not +believing his eyes the first time, he read it a second time, then a +third. Each time the message said the same thing: + + + SHE IS INVOVLED, BUT NOT LIKE + YOU THINK. THE MISSION IS ONLY + A DECADE AWAY. SHE MUST BE STOPPED + BUT NOT NOW. DROP IT, LEAVE IT BE. + CONTACT IN TWO YEARS. KEEP IT + QUIET, BETWEEN YOU AND PICARD. + THE OPERATIVE. + + +And he still couldn't believe it. + "I think we should do as it says, and forget about all this." +Riker finally said, knowing no matter how long he tried, this message +would always come between him and his captain, Jean-Luc Picard. It +seemed this mission was only asking more questions than it was +answering. + "Indeed." + + + + CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN + + + "They've brought us here...You've brought us here, as hostages, +solely to tell us why you turned on the Borg, I find that hard to +believe." Odo said, his form not fully, one hundred percent, recovered +from the effects of the unknown gas. + "Believe what you want, Offworlder," the woman, at least- the +feminine looking changling said to him, meaning insult (to add to his +injury) by calling him something close to an outcast. But leaving this +place to begin with, he constantly told himself, was your decision not +mine...I left because you sent me, you made me what I am. + "Well," Dax said, pulling her arm from the grasp of her Jem'Hadar +guard. She was feeling a bit aggresive, a bit too aggresive as Odo +noticed her attitude toward them all shifting to one close to violence. +He nudged her in the side with an elbow, a changling elbow, one that hurt +a little more than the soft elbows of true humanoids. She got the point, +not changing her attitude any," We're here, so explain so I can go home." + + ***** ***** ***** **** + + "The dampening field on the planets surface has been lifted, +Captain," Kira said, looking amazed at the readout. O'Brien walked over, +punched some buttons, looked at the different screens and couldn't +believe it. + "She's right, Captain, we have transporter locks on all of our +people." he said, turning to walk back where he was stationed near the +back of the bridge. T'Rul stared at him, she obviously didn't like +O'Brien, but that was okay he didn't Romulans. Too much like them bloody +Cardies, he thought. + "Lower shields...beam them out of there." Sisko said, legs +crossed, his hands securing his position in the center seat. + As per usual, Kira went to the corner opposite, taking the +position of devils advocate," What if they fire on us when we lower +shields, Captain? Don't forget there're a dozen Jem'Hadar ships out there +waiting to blow us to your hell." She swaggered that sexy Bajoran freedom +fighter walk over to Sisko. + "They didn't lower the shield and allow us to make transporter +contact if they intended to blow us to hell, Major." Sisko said, putting +a hand on her shoulder, turning her gently and sending her back to her +station," Now beam them out of there before they change their minds." + O'Brien was busily working in the back of the bridge," Captain, +shields down....beaming them all up now....forty seven crew aboard,sir +..that's all of 'em" he said. + Sisko stood, turned to O'Brien," Good work, Chief," he spun +around, taking two steps forward, laying a hand on the shoulder of the +helmsman," Now, ensign, take us home...maximum warp." + "Aye, sir." + The ships moved off, leaving orbit, hitting warp..they were gone. + And still Ben Sisko and more important Kate Janeway, both had no +idea what was going on. + Two minutes after entering high warp, the sensors picked up +Jem'Hadar ships, twenty of them!, approaching at a speed only point two +warp over their own. They would over take them twenty minutes after +passing through to the Alpha Quadrant...Ben Sisko had to find out what +the hell happened down there. + The best person to ask was resting, propped against the wall of a +small cargo bay in the Defiants' lower level section, being treated by +Doctor Bashir and a guy by the name of Doc Zimmerman from the Voyager. He +needed their 'ok' to talk to anyone, and once Sisko got it he wasted no +time getting down there. + Only to find that Janeway had beamed over, beating him there. + Damn, he thought, she really knows how to irritate me..Damn. + + + + CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT + + + Dax sat, leaning against the wall of the ship, her bare shoulders +chilled against the cool metal support. She had just begun when Ben Sisko +arrived," The Borg moved through the Dominion just like they did through +the Federation a few years ago," she was saying. Bashir was tending to a +small laceration on her left knee, causing her to wince and stop her story. + "That's it, you're all back to normal," He said, moving away from her. + "That's a relief," she replied, then looked back to Sisko and his +counterpart/commanding officer Captain Kate Janeway. She tried to +continue from where she left off," The Borg had assimilated a Jem'Hadar +ship out near the fringes of their territory. The Borg had learned who +was in control and headed straight for the sunless world of the Founders'... +just like they did to earth when they kidnapped Captain Picard. + "They also learned the defenses of the Jem'Hadar and those of the +Founders, but once they got where they were going, they found that the +Founders' weren't exactly up to being assimilated." she said. + "You mean they tried to assimilate a...a changling into the +collective?" Captain Janeway asked. + "That's what they told us," Jadzia replied. + "I take it that they didn't succeed at it?" Sisko said, question like. + "Actually, Benjamin, they did-" + "What?!" Janeway questioned, stunned and shocked. + "The Borg did assimilate a changling, just one, one who wanted to +be assimilated. But the Borg were fooled, the changling was capible of +extracting information from the collective then cut off the new Borg part +of its'....of its', what's the word I'm looking for...of its' +conscienceness." Dax said, explaining the details just as if they really +meant nothing at all, as if she was describing her first date with Morn, +if she ever decided to take him up on the offer that is. + "And what happened then...where they all whisked away by a tornado +to the Land of Oz...'Oh, Toto, where are we?'..." Janeway said, not +believing what Jadzia was saying. She didn't mean it to sound as it did, +she wanted the point that she didn't believe the Founders' or anyone else +from Gamma as far as she could throw them...but that's not what Dax thought. + "Captain Janeway, If you want to know what they told me then stop +talking and listen, otherwise you won't know that they plan to kill us if +we don't head straight for the wormhole and never look back." + "They're going to attack us?!" Janeway asked. + "If we head straight for the wormhole and don't deviate before +then, then we're fine. But if we stop to investigate the Borg debris, +then we're dead...sir." Jadzia said, making it to her feet. + "Well we aren't going to have them telling us what to do." Janeway +said, as if she had made the decision to remain in the Gamma Quadrant +because the Dominion said they couldn't. + "Captain," Sisko was saying, protesting anything illogical that +Janeway was going to say beforehand,"We are going home...straight home." + To his relief, she replied," I never said we weren't." + + **** ***** + + "The Jem'Hadar ships are breaking and changing course...heading +back to their point of origin," The helm officer of the Defiant said, to +the relief of everyone present. + Before the mighty ship, a large blue and white disk appeared, as if +from nowhere, and with no apprehension the six other ships flew into the +emornous disk, only to dissapear from to the relative onlooker in the +normal universe...only to reappear across the galaxy, some seventy +thousand light years away! + + ***** **** + + Sitting around the center table in the 'Pit' in Ops. Dax was +trying to continue from where she left off,"The Founders' realized +that the Borg had planned to return to the Dominion after conquering +the Alpha Quadrant, to assimilate those they could, and destroy those +they couldn't...and that's what happened: the Founders' had the Borg +destroyed." she said, finishing her tale, or at least she thought she +was finished. + "Now, one minute, Jadzia," Commander Sisko was saying. He had +been given his position back as commander of DS9, thus getting his +'field promotion' taken back, he knew that was going to happen: that's +what a 'field promotion' is. + Outside the station, three of the starships were gearing up for +a return to earth, the other three would be, including th Voyager, +staying in the area to fend off the Marquis, and the slim chance the +Borg or Jem'Hadar would come looking for someone to fight. + Sisko finally finished what he wanted to say, after taking a +moment to think about what, about how he wanted to ask her his +question," Just how did they 'destroy' the Borg ships? THere were +three of them, not one, not two, but three...I just don't see how they +could do that without losing at least a dozen ships in the process." + Jadzia looked down, knowing that he had asked the one thing she +had asked the Founders' and the one thing they refused to tell her," +They wouldn't say how they did it, but I'm sure there is some type of +residual substance remaining out there in space or not that debris +that would shed light on it...that's probably why they didn't want us +stopping on the way home, I can't believe it, that's it: they didn't +want us to have the information...because...because, maybe...well, +maybe they're going to try to use Borg technology later..." she looked +up to him, fear showing in those eyes. + Sisko understood now, the whole endevour, only one thing eluded +him, the one thing he couldn't ask now, not that this great revelation +had just occurred. He knew she was probably right," At least we know +there is a way to defeat the Borg, we just need to find out how...send +all our scans of the debris and anything else that seems involved to +StarFleet Command, they'll understand once you write your report and +add it to the one Captain Janeway left for us to send." He couldn't +bring himself to say that Janeway had left a sterling review of the +officer he was talking to, it wasn't right that he read the report, +and it wasn't right that he bring it up now, at a time when they were +most likely on the verge of finding a way to defeat the Borg and their +evil technologies. + "I'm already on it," she said heading for the 'lift. + "This shouldn't take long, maybe a year or two," Chief O'Brien +said following behind her, he was obviously going to join her in her +attempt to find something before sending it all away to SF HQ. + "Well," Sisko said, as the 'lift began to descend,"Just make +sure whatever you find, that it's the one, we can't afford to say we +have something, then when they come again...find we have nothing." + + + CHAPTER THIRTY NINE + + + Picard sat in his center seat, only hours from re-entering +Federation space. He knew how when he was a child and the family would +go on vacations, how the ride to the beach (or whereever they were going) +always seemed longer than the ride home. For once, the reverse was true, +time was slowing, almost to a halt for Captain Jean-Luc Picard. The +thoughts of what had happened back there, the destruction of three +separate starships, the damage to his own ship, the Romulans forcing them +to leave, not retrieving the two probes from the romulans (thus leaving +Federation technology to be inspected by the Romulans), and finally the +mysterious message from someone at StarFleet. He couldn't put it +together, how did that fit into everything that was going on around them? +He just didn't know. + Riker had returned to the Enforcer, and was no doubtedly doing the +same as Picard: mulling over every word and everything that had happened +in the past two weeks, the time since they had left Golondin 'Cor. But +Picard couldn't turn his mind away form the message, a message that +someone knew he would read as well as Riker. + "Status?" he asked, the night shift now up and running things on +the bridge. He didn't retire to his quarters when he was supposed to, +just letting Troi sit in sickbay with Beverly, both worrying about him +and his time of waking hours compared to time sleeping. SOmething that +was way off balance, and began to show no sooner that a week before. + "All systems nominal," the helm officer said, seated in front and +to the left of Picard. + Finally, he rose and headed for the turbolift, there was nothing he +could do here, just as likely as there was nothing he could do in his +quarters alone. "Mister Barclay, you have the bridge," he said, looking +over his shoulder at Reg, who jumped at the mention of his name. + "Y...yes, sir," he said, stuttering and nerviuos, the normal +Barclay, it was good to see that some things never change. The doors to +the 'lift closed and Picard found himself heading to his quarters, where +he would do what? What, indeed, he told himself. To his quarters where he +would lay on his bed contemplating every mistake, every error, wondering +how it could have been different. Lease of all, how they Federation was +going to handle the forced retreat of the Task FOrce from Romulan space. + Through the pictures of death and destruction, through the cloud of +smoke that formed in his mind, a cloud that took the shape of faces he +had seen on screen, faces of the dead, those lost under his command. But +not just the faces that were lost in the battle with the Borg, but those +of all he had lost in his days: those on this mission, like Ed Jellico, +those with their encounter with Doctor Soran, including the doctor +himself and the legendary Captain Kirk, those of the Stargazer, his first +command, one where he lost most of his crew to an attack by the Ferengi. +And finally one face was lifted above them all, a face of a yound child, +a boy of only nine years, his nephew: Rene. That of his brother faded, +giving strong remembrances of this child, the one that seemed as if his +own son in these memories. Memories he wished would go away, that he +could forget, he just store for later use. But that never seemed to +happen, memories that we tried to forget we never forgot. They're always +right at the front of our minds, as we try, forcingly, to forget them, we +are inadverdently remembering them, not letting them go. + Damn, he thought, I'll never be the same, not with death so close, +so near to me, so near to those who were so dear to me. Damn... + + **** **** **** + + Picard awoke from his sleep to only find he had slept through only +a tiny fraction of time it would take to return to his home, the one that +had burnt to the ground on earth. But that was nothing now, in the past, +the house could be rebuilt, it was the lives that mattered, the lives +because they could never be rebuilt, it just didn't work that way. Unless +your name is Q. + But Q wasn't around now, he had nothing to do with this, the +problems of the past few weeks, the deaths that had occurred in that +time. Without Q there was no way of understanding what had happened +to the time, time when everyone was alive and young and didn't have +the problems that the Borg brung with them. Damn, he thought finally +making it to his feet, leaving the comforts of a hundred year old bed +behind. + He felt relieved, the worlds problems where no long his, his were +now the worlds' problems. Picard felt relieved, the whole fiasco about +StarFLeet only remained, and the message had said a decade before they +could do anything...a decade, that's quite a long time for an old man +like me, he told himself. + But Riker wasn't quite as happy of their situation. Picard knew +when the buzzer to his cabin went off. After giving the normal," Open" +command he was apt to deliver, Will walked in. It was Riker, yet it +wasn't. He seemed worried, almost as if hampered, personally, by the +message, all else faded, including the deaths that had happened only days +and hours before. + "Captain, We can't..." he began, Picard knowing what was coming. + "Will, we have no choice. You read the message, besides, as far as +we can prove, the message itself may had been a prank of some kind." he +said, knowing full well that he was only fooling himself with that. + "A prank....a message comes to us confirming what I was +saying...and you say it may had been a prank," Riker said, that nastiness +that tended to fill his voice when he was upset was in every word he spoke. +His hair seemed messed, not like he had been sleeping, but rather like he +had been running his nervious hands through it. + "If it was real, we can't do anything, we don't even know what +exactly we're looking for. And there's no sense in worrying about it now, +here in the middle of nowhere." again he fooled only himself, though his +points were being taken into consideration. Not only by Riker, but +himself aswell. + "I guess you're right." + "I know I am," Picard replied, standing and putting a hand on +Riker's shoulder. He understood the trouble that was eating away at +Riker's neurons, the same trouble he was feeling. But with him it was +woven into the feelings of remorse and grief. But then again he and Will +had faced the problem of trouble in StarFleet before, about seven years +earlier...a time that followed enough bloodshed to last each man a life time. + "I know I am," he repeated, them both heading for the door. + "Let's look into it again later, maybe after we find what +StarFleet wants to do with us," Picard said, letting the topic of trouble +brewing in SF go for the time, hopefully, though doubtfully, he thought +perhaps they would forget the whole thing, and find one day in the future +that the message they had recieved was a prank. I doubt it though, he +thought, I doubt it... + "Fine by me, the sooner we can put the Borg and this thing behind +us, the better," Riker said, a slight smile moving over his face. He +turned to his former, though only temprary, commanding officer, grabbed +on the arm and with the most serious look he could muster, one that would +be difficult under anyother circumstances, said to Picard,"You know we're +all getting together later, once we get back to Federation space, to look +around the Enforcer. Unbelievable, my own ship and I don't even want it, +never have I even looked around it...only on the bridge and my quarters." + "Amazing, Will, simply amazing," Picard said laughing, his first +good laugh in weeks, being sarcastic with his former, and would be again, +first officer. + "Then we're going to have a sip of that Romulan Ale Geordi beamed +off the Rom-" interupted by Picard. + "Geordi did what?!" + "I had him scan the Romulan ship that placed the probes around the +Borg ships. He said there were cases upon cases of either Romulan ALe or +petroleum jelly aboard the ship. When they went to cloak, I had him beam +a case aboard...it turned out to be Romulan Ale. What would they be doing +with cases of petro jelly, anyway?" he said, smiling the entire time. + "Number One, I don't know if I should write a recommendation for +you, or have you brigged for that one," Picard said laughing as the two +walked down the corridor. + "A sip of the Ale and a game of Poker. Would you join us, +Captain?" he asked, keeping the captain part loud and annoying like he +did before Picard would join them, distancing himself from his crew. + From somewhere down the bend of the corridor, they both heard a +voice shout," Ah'd be delighted ta join ye,"....Scottie. They knew it, +and neither minded, it seemed that even in the twenty fourth century, +this twenty third century man could bring a smile to anyone's face. + "Very good, Captain Scott." Picard shouted down the hall, +wondering exactly what Scottie was doing down there. THen to Will," I +think I'll tag along as well, Number One,". + "Glad you've come to your senses,...Sir!" Riker cried, on the +verge of tears. He had a classic case of the little girl giggles. From +the last few weeks, the one thing no one did was laugh or have fun, and +now Will Riker was making up more than his share worth. But then he was +always one to find and have the most fun... + + + EPILOGUE + + + "So Commander, have you decided on what-" Kira was saying, but then +the buzzer sounded. A male Bajoran entered the office, now fully Sisko's +again, and handed her a padd, she turned to Sisko, smiled, and left. +Obviously some one needed her, Sisko was slightly relieved, he didn't +exactly know what she was getting to. + The door closed as Kira and the Bajoran man left. From the corner +of his eye, Sisko saw something blink in blue, he turned to see single +letters start to form words on the viewscreen on the wall in his office. +He waited, the words taking a full thirty seconds to form completely, +anticapating each one. + + IT IS STARFLEET. THE ADMIRAL. + CONTACT PICARD IN THE FUTURE. + RIKER KNOWS AS WELL, IT IS THE + ADMIRAL. + + What the hell does that mean, he asked himself. As he reached out, +over his desk to hit a record button, the image slowly faded back to +nothing, leaving him no evidence of what just happened. + Later, Sisko would have a search done to find where the message +came from, not letting on to its' contents, he didn't want to seem as if +he had finally lost his mind. The only information, a week of searching, +would finally come up with is that the message had been sent, via +subspace, from Sector 001...earth. + + ***** ***** ***** + + "Let me tell ye abou' tha' ship over there," Scottie was saying, +taking his third scotch. He wasn't that good of a poker player, but he +did even worse when he was drinking, but then again he had a reason to +drink, they all had a reason. It was a time of quiet celebration, the +defeat of the Borg, well, not quite defeat. + He glanced out the window, warping through space beside them was +the USS Exeter. He said," Ah think it was during the second year of our +five year mission...the first one...and the Enterprise came upon tha' +ship, and she had not a single crewmember,". He was enjoying himself, +finding that telling these old stories where just as great now as they +were a hundred years before," these aliens had turned the whole crew +inta...inta dehydrated things." + "Things?" Beverly asked, placing another five in the pile. + "Aye, they had removed every water molecule from the crew's +bodies, and turned them inta little cubes...it was the most frightening +thing...seeing Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock and Doctor McCoy get captured +by them," he said, shaking his head. He had found out two weeks after it +had happened, that Jim Kirk hadn't died, but now he was dead. He knew. + Picard's communicator chirped. He rose and left the room with his +usual," Excuse me,". Once he was in the corridor, where not a single +living soul seemed to be walking," Go ahead," + Barclay's voice came over the circuit," Message for you from Deep +Space Nine, sir, Commander Sisko,". What did he want, Picard asked, +having already known that of the outcome of the Borg ships that were to +attack from the Gamma Quadrant. It seemed that this Dominion thing was +far more dangerous than the Borg. But then, he knew the Borg, making them +seem not quite as menacing as they really were. + "I'll take it down here," he said, moving over to one of the +screens built into the wall of the corridor. It seemed safer to take it +here, where no one was at, than to take the time to go back to the Exeter +to hear the time delayed message. + On a screen before him appeared the face of Ben Sisko. He was +saying," Captain Picard, I was informed by someone that you...quote 'knew +about the admiral' unquote...Someone's playing games, Captain. I'd like +to know who, can you help me." The transmission ended as quickly as it +had begun. + "Barclay, send recorded message to DS Nine, in code, the +following: Riker and myself will be on shore leave, may visit out that +way. Can't help now, wait...message said we can't do a thing for a few +years. We should just sit back and way for more evidence. I'll explain +the little we know sometime in the future. Picard out." he said. Turning +back to the room that was Riker's quarters. + + **** **** **** **** + + "Number One, Ben Sisko of DS Nine knows as well," he said, keeping +everyone else in the room in the dark. Let them try and figure it out, +they couldn't. He wouldn't tell them, he couldn't, no matter if they were +friends or not, that was one reason for not saying a word: they were friends. + "I see," Riker said, thinking for a moment before asking Picard a +question," Sir, what's are reason for not looking into this now?" he +asked, obviusly wanting a little reassurance. Picard knew. + "Because this mission was to defeat the Borg. This matter is a +whole other mission...for the future." Picard answered. + "Yes, sir." + + ***** ****** ****** + + "Admiral, I can't help thinking this is wrong," the intern said, +looking at Necheyev drop the files and disks and iso-chips into the +StarFleet standard 'Phaser Shredder', a Texas Instruments Version. + "Your job isn't to think, but to do what I tell you to do. +Understand?" Necheyev demanded. + "Yes, sir." + + + +******************* + + That's it in it's entirity, complete and uncut. I hope you enjoyed it. + + + SEAN CORBETT + + + +sc + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darmok.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darmok.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..213f0b51 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/darmok.rev @@ -0,0 +1,266 @@ +WARNING: This article, not unexpectedly, contains large amounts of spoilers +for this week's TNG episode, "Darmok". Those not wishing to be exposed to +said spoilers are advised to skip this article at the present time. + +Now *that's* more like it. + +Much better. Much more solid. Not perfect, mind you, but I'll take "Darmok" +over "Redemption II" any day. Details on why will follow, after this synopsis +from your local station: + +The Enterprise is in the El'A'Dral system to meet with the Tamarians, a race +which seems peaceful, but have been described as "incomprehensible" in past +encounters. Both sides try to converse, but no progress seems to be made; +although the words are understandable, their meaning is not. The Tamarian +captain, after a brief and heated discussion with his first officer about +"Darmok and Jilad at Tanagra", beams off his bridge--and Picard is beamed off +the Enterprise at the same time. Attempts to retrieve him fail, as the +Tamarians have set up a transporter-blocking field in the planet's ionosphere. + +Worf's first assumption is that this is some sort of challenge ritual, e.g. +personal combat. Picard at first believes this as well, and throws away the +knife that Captain Dathon throws to him, refusing to fight. Dathon replies, +frustratedly, "Chaka...when the walls fell." Riker's first attempts to +communicate with the Tamarians fail, and he orders Worf to assemble a team and +take a shuttle down to save Picard, hoping the Tamarians won't push things +that far. Picard, meanwhile, is still getting nowhere--Dathon appears +friendly, and throws Picard a brand with which to light his own campfire, but +communication is still seemingly impossible. + +The shuttle tries to go down and is hit by Tamarian phasers--but only with +enough force to make them go back. Riker is puzzled. Geordi thinks that +given enough time, he might be able to punch through a very tight beam and get +Picard off, but it'll take at least a day to get ready. Riker orders him to +get on it, and orders Data and Troi to work on establishing a communication of +some sort. + +They find very little at first--"Darmok", used as a name of some sort, has 47 +different meanings in nearby systems. After Troi expresses her frustration at +the situation, they try again, this time with "Tanagra". It also has many +meanings--but the meanings for a particular planet combine nicely ("Darmok" is +a mythical hunter-hero, and "Tanagra" is a mythical island). Meanwhile, +Picard examines Dathon's campsite when he finds Dathon gone, and discovers +some sort of captain's log. But just then, Dathon hurries back, and +frantically tries to give Picard a knife again, saying "Darmok and Jilad at +Tanagra!" repeatedly. Picard refuses--but then a loud growl is heard from not +very far away. "Darmok, and Jilad..." says Dathon with resignation, "at +Tanagra." + +Picard then takes the knife, realizing that the problem is not with Dathon. +Since ship's sensors are picking up this creature (whatever it is) moving +towards the two captains, Riker hurries Geordi along with the transporter, +despite Geordi's warning that it might not work. Meanwhile, as the creature +approaches, Picard makes an intuitive breakthrough, and finally realizes that +the Tamarians communicate via _metaphor_, by citing examples from their own +culture. "Sucat, his eyes uncovered!" exclaims Dathon in elation. However, +the creature's attack easily breaks through the defenses of both men, and +Dathon is sorely battered. Picard moves to help--and is promptly seized by a +transporter beam. The beam isn't strong enough to get him, though, and Picard +(who screamed out *against* the beam when it came) is returned to the surface, +just in time to see the creature vanish, and Dathon fall unconscious. + +As the situation worsens in orbit (the interference field has now been +strengthened, Data and Troi conclude that although they know *how* the +Tamarians communicate, they don't know what the examples mean, and Riker +prepares to fire on the Tamarian ship to remove the field), Picard "talks" +with a wounded Dathon. Eventually, he pieces together the puzzle--Dathon +intended for the two of them to come down to the planet and fight a common +enemy to form a bond between them, just as Darmok and Jilad did against the +beast of Tanagra. Picard, in return, tells Dathon a tale of Gilgamesh and +Enkidu--just before Dathon succumbs to his wounds and dies. + +When Riker receives word that Dathon's life signs have vanished, and that the +creature has been detected moving towards Picard again, he decides they're out +of options, and they open fire. The field is removed, and Picard is saved +just in time. Both ships trade shots several times, and the Enterprise is +close to destruction, but Picard manages to communicate the facts of the +situation enough to the Tamarian first officer that both sides leave +peacefully; not necessarily as friends, but certainly not as enemies. + +There, that should do--lots shorter than last time, too. (Phew--Vidiot would +have killed me, no doubt about it. :-) ) Now, on to some commentary. + +Now _this_ was an intriguing idea, no doubt about it. I find the concept of a +race which communicates only via imagery and metaphor a fascinating one, and +that portion of it was extremely well done and well executed. (One question +which I'm sure people will have is "how did they learn the myths in the first +place, and how do the myths get passed on?" The answer to the former, +presumably, is that they didn't always communicate this way, and it would seem +to me that the myths could easily be passed along in a series of pictures.) + +I'll get the gripes out of the way early this time. Most of the scenes on +board the Enterprise didn't work very well for me. Primarily, Riker was +WAAAAAY too hostile and quick on the trigger this time around. Now, that +isn't necessarily a problem--I was expecting towards the end that Picard would +probably speak to Riker about it at the end. Unfortunately, we're given no +indication that this was anything but the best course of action. I don't +agree. It happened to work, but it was lucky at best. + +That was the biggest problem with the Enterprise scenes. Other, smaller ones +are: + +--The technobabble was at a much higher and a much less relevant level than +usual, both in the shuttle and in Engineering. I was something less than +impressed. :-) + +--Troi's speech during her scene with Data was overblown, unfortunately as +usual. She didn't get this way during "Loud As a Whisper", after all... + +They narrowly missed a couple of other objections, too. At first, I was +really annoyed that Troi and Data managed to figure out as much as they did +and as quickly. It's still slightly annoying, but I think what they did +figure out was somewhat understandable--once the commonality came up, they +probably checked other words in the recorded exchange as well, and presumably +found lots of other mythological connections. If they'd managed to figure out +the rest and actually gotten through to them, I'd have been annoyed--but as it +is, I'll let 'em get away with it. :-) + +You may be wondering why I didn't/don't have similar objections about Picard. +Simple--it's twofold. Firstly, Picard strikes me as someone far more likely +to be able to figure it out; he's an archaeologist and a historian, and has +shown in the past that he has a fairly decent intuition about things like +this. (Plus, if the last scene is any indication, he's also a hell of a +linguist, if he's reading Homer in the original Greek.) Secondly, and more +importantly, Picard had a LOT more direct exposure and conversation, and so +had more than just a few sentences to go on. Context is a very valuable +thing, and I'm sure it's what eventually won the day for him. + +Now that I've gotten my objections out of the way, let's talk about the _good_ +things here... + +Just about all of the planetside scenes were truly amazing. It's incredibly +frustrating not to be able to get your point across to someone even when they +speak the _same_ language--to be in this situation with such a conceptual +barrier facing you must be far more so, and Stewart managed to get that across +strongly enough that I was really gritting my teeth and feeling it. (So was +Winfield, actually--I shouldn't slight him. I think he did a far better job +here than in "Star Trek II", to be honest.) + +The plot was tight (I wish Riker'd been a bit less trigger-happy, but that's +more a characterization goof than a plot goof), again most especially in the +planetside scenes. Although some of the technobabble didn't thrill me, both +of the end results (the shuttle sequence and the failed transport) were very +nice indeed, especially the latter. Talk about your lousy timing... + +I'm happy to say that Winrich Kolbe has *finally* turned in a superb directing +effort. He's been steadily improving (of course, from "Galaxy's Child", it's +hard not to go up :-) ), but this is the first one that really felt right. In +his last effort, "Identity Crisis", I'd said that although he pulled off the +eerie scenes quite handily, the "normal" scenes seemed stiff. Not so +here--the Picard/Dathon scenes were easily the best of the show. (There's one +particular shot which beats it, actually, but I'll get to that later.) + +What really fascinated me, though (enough so that I was pausing the VCR +repeatedly during my synopsis rewatching to try to figure stuff out), was how +much of the Tamarian language and culture the show managed to get across in so +short a time. I must confess that I didn't figure out what "Darmok and Jilad +at Tanagra" meant much before we were told, but that's mostly because I wasn't +hearing it as an "and Jilad", but rather as an "Anjilad", which caused major +confusion. :-) But the Tamarian language strikes me as a rich and vivid one, +and I'm looking forward to many an argument over precisely what various +statements mean. :-) (I think some are a given--"Mirab, with sails unfurled" +almost undoubtedly is some sort of "let's get the hell out of here" comment, +and "Chaka, when the walls fell" and "Temba, his arms open" are both fairly +straightforward. I'm still puzzling over "The river Temoc, in winter!", +though.) + +Miscellaneous short bits-- + +--Looooove that new outfit of Picard's. I want one of the jackets. :-) + +--Obligatory Donaldson reference: Okay, who else was reminded of Covenant's +aborted summoning to the Land in _The Power That Preserves_ when Picard was +caught up in the failed transport? + +--Picard says he's not much of a storyteller, and then casts a truly riveting +rendition of one of the many Gilgamesh legends. Modesty *does* have its +limits, Jean-Luc--I mean, really. :-) (Actually, the biggest thing this did +was whet my appetite for Stewart's "A Christmas Carol" reading this December!) + +--And about Gilgamesh--I'm a little bit surprised that that particular mythos +was chosen. I doubt most of the audience will recognize it. (Actually, I'm +at something of a loss myself--I know who Gilgamesh was, but I don't know most +of that set of legends.) Not a complaint at all, mind you--just interesting. + +--That wonderful shot I referred to at the earlier was at the end, when we see +Picard, at the window, grimly saluting Dathon. That image itself was pretty +powerful, but somehow the warp-starfield reflecting on the window, making it +look as though the stars are moving through Picard's face and uniform, +absolutely blew me away. Marvelous piece of work. Kudos to Kolbe and to +whomever else was responsible. + +--The music was once again by Jay Chattaway the Underused and Underrated, and +was superb. Bits of it reminded me of Courage's original TOS theme (and in +all the right places, too), and other bits of it reminded me of the best music +out of "The Emissary", which is one of TNG's best bits of music, IMHO. Nice +work. + +--Since I'm sure someone will ask "why didn't the translator work!", I'll +answer it. This wasn't a translation problem--it was a conceptual, +comprehension problem. All the translators in the world won't help you if you +aren't thinking in even marginally similar ways. + +And now, a special bonus: the last sequence of dialogue between Picard and +the Tamarian first officer. I figure tons of people will ask (and it's nice +to see the statements up for analysis later), and besides, I think the scene +was really nice. :-) For those of you reading this without having seen the +show yet, I'll apologize in advance--the voices are a powerful part of this. +Anyway: + +[the Tamarians are hailed] + +"Sinda--His face black, his eyes red!" + +"Temoc! The river Temoc--in winter!" + +[inquisitive] "Darmok?" + +[decisive] "And Jilad. At Tanagra. Darmok, and Jilad--on the ocean." + +[pleased] "Soca, his eyes open!" + +"The beast of Tanagra. Uzani, his army. Chaka, when the walls fell." + +[the Tamarians bow in reverence to Dathon. Picard holds Dathon's log in his +hand--they beam it over.] "Picard, and Dathon--at El'A'Dral. [to his crew] +Mirab, with sails unfurled." + +[Picard holds up the knife, offering it] "Temba, his arms open." + +"Temba...at rest." [they depart] + +Marvelous, marvelous scene. + +Aaaaaanyway, I think I've babbled on long enough. It's a pity the shipboard +scenes weren't a bit better, but in the grand scheme of things they didn't +hurt much. The show is _extremely_ worth seeing, just for the Picard/Dathon +scenes if nothing else. This year, as last year, a slightly muddled (or more +than slightly, in this case) season opener was followed up by a complete +change of pace, and a very worthy one. + +Anyhoo, the numbers: + +Plot: 9. The shipboard problems were more of a characterization problem than + a plot problem, so just down a point. +Plot Handling: 10. The cuts between the shipboard and the planetside part of + the plot were done well, and Kolbe finally figured out how to direct + well. +Characterization: 7. Points off for Riker (2) and Troi (1). Everyone else + was either stellar or unimportant. :-) + +TOTAL: 9.5, after rounding up for the music. Much, MUCH better. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Cardassians, sabotage, terrorism and war. Oooh, great fun. :-) + +Temba, at rest. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"Sucat, his eyes uncovered!" + --"Darmok" +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/data.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/data.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1245d418 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/data.rev @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains spoiler information regarding this week's +TNG episode, "Data's Day", and should thus be avoided by all those parties of +the Nth part not wishing to be privy to said spoiler information (referred to +herein as...oh, the hell with it :-) ) + +One-word reaction: Pleasant. + +That's right--"pleasant". This wasn't a show that had me on the edge of my +seat drooling for more the way that "Reunion" did, but it was very enjoyable. +I liked it. + +But before I go on with that, on with the synop: + +Data begins his "typical day" (one which he is recording commentary on through- +out for Bruce Maddox) with a conversation with Keiko Ishikawa, fiancee to one +Miles Edward O'Brien (and the wedding's today!). As Data is one of Keiko's +longtime friends (he introduced the two of them, in fact, and is also serving +as the father of the bride for the wedding), she asks him to tell O'Brien of +her decision to call off the wedding. O'Brien, to no one's surprise but +Data's, is not pleased. + +Later, Data welcomes aboard T'Pel, a Vulcan Ambassador who immediately closets +herself away with Picard alone. Stranger yet, a chance comment from Worf +reminds Data that he must dance at the wedding. So, he turns to Bev for dance +lessons--but before they begin, he is called to the bridge and asked by Picard +and T'Pel to examine Romulan deployments along the Neutral Zone, as the Enter- +prise heads for the Zone. When his analysis reveals that little has changed in +Romulan policy, T'Pel insists that the "mission" still must go on as scheduled. + +Later, in his quarters, Data talks to O'Brien, who apologizes for blowing up in +10-Forward earlier and asks Data to help Keiko "see reason". Data accepts, but +finds that Keiko isn't particularly receptive--and Deanna's advice is to simply +leave it alone. After talking to Deanna, Data is called to T'Pel, who asks for +security information about the Enterprise. When he informs her that his +safeguards are such that he would have to inform Picard, she says that she was +merely examining his security safeguards and withdraws the request. + +Later still, Data takes dance lessons. He masters tap easily, but has problems +with the more traditional dancing Bev leads him to after he finally mentions +that it's for the wedding. Afterwards, the Enterprise reaches the Zone border, +and after receiving a message from a nearby Warbird, head into the Zone. There, +they speak with Admiral Mendak, who welcomes T'Pel's mission--but when T'Pel +beams over, an apparent transporter malfunction kills her. Mendak, upon +hearing of this, considers it a Federation plot "worthy of a Romulan", and +suggests that the Enterprise leave before there is a second "accident". + +However, nothing is visibly wrong with the transporter, and Data's later +investigations (on Picard's orders) lead him to check the genetic code of the +traces on the pad with T'Pel's trace pattern. He and Bev find that the +material from the pad was NOT from T'Pel. What apparently happened is that a +Romulan transporter beam took T'Pel off the pad and substituted what they found +in her place--and when Picard hears of it, he orders the Enterprise back to the +Zone to find the D'Vorus. + +They quickly catch up to the D'Vorus, but Mendak insists that no one is being +held captive. Before long, a second Warbird shows up--but Picard still demands +the return of T'Pel, who then comes into view and introduces herself as Sub- +Commander Selak, a Romulan spy. Mendak informs Picard that _now_, he must +leave...which Picard does. + +Later, Data apologizes to Keiko, but Keiko just tells him to hurry up and get +dressed for the wedding, which confuses Data to no end. The wedding and +dancing go smoothly, and Data ends the day resolving "to continue learning, +changing, growing, and trying to become more than what I am". + +Well, now, that wasn't so long, was it? Anyway, on to commentary: + +First things first. An announcement for those who didn't know it (like me): +DATA'S GOT A KITTY!!!! :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) For those of you who aren't so +fond of cats, my condolences--but Data's got a pet now. I like it. Anyway... + +This type of format has been used before, though never on TNG. M*A*S*H used +it several times, from Hawkeye's numerous letters home to the one show seen +entirely from the perspective of a wounded G.I. there. I've always liked the +"here's a typical day/week/whatever" tone when it's used properly, and here +was no different. + +Both plots were resolved as much as they had to be, in my opinion. While we +still don't know exactly what happened to make Keiko change her mind, that's +not surprising--Data would have problems figuring it out even if he *did* +hear it, I bet. :-) The plot that did need to be dealt with in more detail +was that involving T'Pel, and that was done, methinks. + +There isn't much in the way of grand statements to be said about the show, +since it was somewhat..."eclectic", I suppose, is a good word--and also because +the show wasn't trying to make a grand statement itself. But that won't stop +me from saying a bunch of little things, right? Right. (Who said that?) + +Apart from Data, one character who appeared a fair amount more than I expected +was Beverly. Now, I realize that for most people, this is a cause for groans +of anguish--but just listen for a second. Bev, I think, is finally being +written for decently. I mean, first we had "Remember Me", which I liked a +great deal, and now this, where Beverly had some very nice scenes. We're +starting to find out a few tidbits about her past apart from her marriage to +Jack Crusher. For example, the reason Data asks her specifically for lessons +is that she once won first prize in a tap/jazz contest years and years ago. +Her expressions throughout the entire conversation were just spot-on--the +perfectly reasonable "oh my god, don't tell me he found out about THAT!" look. +:-) The Dancing Doctor, indeed... + +Probably the biggest drawback to the show was that it was a little...well... +cutesy. Data's affectations are often amusing, but not enough to have a whole +show devoted to them. Fortunately, this was overdone only slightly, and didn't +hurt much. + +One thing which I simply must mention, because it was so absurd: the first +time we see Deanna in the show. Data's voiceover is discussing how enigmatic +he finds Ms. Troi, and the camera shows Troi's hands pouring tea...and then +slowly pans up to her head, lingering for quite a while on her breasts. Now, +I don't know about you, but that just seemed a little silly to me. I mean, +okay, her appearance is probably the main reason she's still on the show +(though personally I can't quite figure the attraction), but let's try to be +a little less blatant, okay? Yeesh. + +Another semi-quick point: I liked Mendak. Finally, a Romulan leader who +manages to beat Picard in intrigue--figures that he's an Admiral. While I'm +still holding out hope for Tomalak's eventual return (in real life, thank you +very much, not another bloody illusion), I wouldn't be at all averse to seeing +Mendak again either. + +Since the episode mostly consists of little bits, as I said, there's not a +whole lot that can be said about the show as a whole. But then, I guess I've +talked enough already. So, I'll just leave you with some numbers: + +Plot: 8. In the words of "History of the World, Part I": "Nice. Not + THRILLING, but nice." +Plot Handling: 9.5. Very well put together...would've been a 10, but the + Troi-shot knocked that down a bit. +Characterization: 10. No complaints here. T'Pel seemed a little unconvin- + cing, but her being a Romulan explained it. +Technical: 9. Fine with me. + +TOTAL: 36.5/4---> 9. That's more like it. + +NEXT WEEK: A rerun of "Legacy". Well, at least this means I can watch "The +Wonder Years" instead... + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side? + R.I.P. Jim Henson, 1936-1990; we shall never see your like again. +-- +Copyright 1990, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dataandf b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dataandf new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2686d718 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dataandf @@ -0,0 +1,267 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!caen!batcomputer!munnari.oz.au!ariel.ucs.unimelb.EDU.AU!ucsvc.ucs.unimelb.edu.au!emu.insted.unimelb.edu.au!s345005 +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: DATA AND FRIEND +Message-ID: <1993Apr28.172224.1@emu.insted.unimelb.edu.au> +From: s345005@emu.insted.unimelb.edu.au (Peter R. Tilton) +Date: 28 Apr 93 17:22:24 GMT +Organization: University of Melbourne +Nntp-Posting-Host: emu.insted.unimelb.edu.au +Lines: 256 + +Wow, I just discovered how to upload files! +Now I'll be able to start posting, and not just reading the stories! + +Here's a rather light-hearted story, in contrast to all the really serious +ones like I,Locutus (which was brilliant, but rather exhausting to read!) + +Read, enjoy, and lots of feed-back please! + + + DATA AND FRIEND + + By Katharine Shade + + Data was on his way to engineering when a small object came hurtling + around the corner, careering straight into him. He used his super- + human strength to stay upright, and the small object untangled itself + from him, revealing itself to be a small boy, of approximately eight + years of age. + "Are you unhurt?" Data inquired. + "No...I mean yes," the boy said, rather confused at how Data had + phrased his question. He lifted his tear stained face and looked up + at Data, suddenly realising that he had just bumped into a Starfleet + officer. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't be here, it's just that.." + + Sounds of shouting came from around the corner, and more small boys + came barreling around. But this time Data was prepared, and he + stepped aside, watching as the first boy stopped abruptly, realising + who he'd just passed. The two boys following were a bit slower to + react, and bumped into the first one, resulting in a disordered mass + of limbs. The arms and legs resolved themselves into three boys, + slightly larger than the one who was now hiding behind Data. + A small voice emerged from the general region of Data's back, too soft + to be heard by the other boys. + "Please don't let them get me!" + Data twisted his head around and looked down over his shoulder at the + boy, but turned his attention back to the other boys as he realised + that they were trying to sneak away. + "Is this area of the ship not off limits to you?" Data asked them. + + One of the boys, bolder than the rest - the one who had been in the + lead when they ran past Data - drew himself up to his full height of + 140cm and replied "We're on a school assignment." + The small boy whispered, "Don't believe him, he's lying." + + Data considered this. He knew that humans often lied, although most + of the time he was still unable to detect when this was the case. One + of the boys must be lying, and in this case he decided that the boy + hiding behind him was less likely to be the liar. He had observed + that those who put up a front, as he suspected the boy in front of him + was doing, often did not tell the whole truth. + + "What is your name?" asked Data. + "David," the boy answered. + "And your friends?" + "Tom and Derek." David answered for them. + "I will check with your teacher whether you are on an assignment." + David's face fell, as did those of his two companions. + + Data recalled the manner he had seen Riker assume when he had seen him + talk to some misbehaving youngsters. + "Go back to where you are supposed to be, and if I hear any stories + about your behaviour, you will be in big trouble!" + + The three boys streaked back the way they had come, fear now showing + + + + + + + on their faces, rather than the cocky assuredness of before. Data + turned around and crouched down so as to be on the same level as the + small boy, who now had a hint of a smile showing through on his tear + streaked face. + "You were great!" he said. But then his face fell. "Are you going + to send me away too?" + "No" Data replied. "Not until I determine why you are upset." + The boy said nothing, just hung his head. + "What is your name?" asked Data. + "Gillam," the boy replied in a small voice. + "Why were you crying?" + "Because David and the others were chasing me and calling me names." + Data tilted his head to the side, puzzled. "Why did that cause you to + be upset?" + Gillam lifted his head, and almost shouted at Data, "Because they're + always picking on me because I'm small for my age." + Data was still puzzled. "Why would that cause them to 'pick' on you?" + A little surprised at his own outburst, Gillam tried to explain as + best he could. "David always picks on other people, It's just the way + he is. And because I'm short, he picks on me for that." + Data was still unable to comprehend this complex bit of behaviour, but + did the best he could to comfort the boy. + "I do not think his actions are justified. Should you not report + him to the teacher?" + Gillam was horrified. "Oh no, that would make him even worse! He + would find a way to get back at me." A look of alarm suddenly ap- + peared on his face. "Oh no, I should be in class now, the teacher's + going to be mad at me!" + He started off up the corridor, and then turned back to Data as if + suddenly remembering his manners when talking to a Starfleet officer. + "Good-bye, and thank you for not letting them get me." + "My pleasure." replied Data, and then added, although not sure why, + "If you need any further assistance, do not hesitate to contact me." + Gillam grinned, his confidence rapidly returning, and vanished around + the corner. + Data stood there for a moment, his brow creased in puzzlement, then + continued on his way to engineering. + + + After his shift had ended, Data was still stumped over the behaviour + of David and his two friends, and he decided that the best course of + action would be to seek out Counsellor Troi. The computer informed + him that she was in her quarters, and he made his way there. + + After requesting admittance, Data entered her quarters and found her + sitting in front of her computer screen. She turned as he entered, + and a look of surprise crossed her face as she saw who it was. + "I hope I am not disturbing you?" + "No, of course not," Troi replied. "Can I help you with + something?" + "I would like some advice." + "Well it's not often that an..." Troi's voice trailed off as she + realised what she was going to say, and Data finished off the sen- + tence. + "..an android asks for advice from a human counsellor. Doctor Selar + + + + + + + recently told me of one of the Vulcan sayings; 'rejoice in our dif- + ferences.' I am not offended at what you were about to say, indeed + Selar also told me that it is often said 'there is no offense if none + is taken.' Actually, that.." + "Data," interrupted Troi, "you are babbling." + Data appeared confused. "I have noticed that when people are uncom- + fortable about something that has been said, it is often necessary to + reassure them a number of times that they have not caused offense." + "It is sometimes more effective to say nothing at all about it, as + if it was not said." Troi replied. + Data considered this. "Hmm. I will file that away as another possi- + ble reaction to similar circumstances." + He abruptly changed the topic, as though heading this advice. + "I came to ask you about behavioural characteristics of young male + humans." + Troi's eyebrows shot up. "Why is that?" + Data briefly explained the events that had occurred. + + When he had finished, Troi asked, "Why did you not access the child + psychology information on the computer?" + "I frequently find that information on the computer in regard to + human behaviour is not satisfactory when trying to apply it to what I + observe, and it usually takes another human to fully comprehend and + explain some aspects of human behaviour." Data's voice raised slight- + ly in pitch as he went on, full steam ahead. "For example, when you + were to be married to Wyatt and Riker appeared to be rather hostile + towards you, I needed Geordie to explain to me that even though you + were no longer involved with Riker, there were residual..." + Data stopped abruptly, as he noticed a severe frown on Troi's face. + "Is this one of those occasions where I should not apologise, and + pretend nothing was said on the subject?" + Troi nodded. "Yes!" she said. "Now will you let me explain?" + Data nodded, his mouth now firmly closed. + "Right," she said, gathering her thoughts. "It seems to me that this + boy - David?" she looked questioningly at Data, who nodded. "Is a + fairly typical bully. That usually means that he is deficient in some + area, and to cover this up he points out other people's flaws to boost + his own ego, which is actually quite fragile. He's probably big for + his age," Data nodded again, "which gives him a physical dominance + over others, which is pretty important at that age, and he exerts his + influence over other children who have little self control, who feel + the pull of a leader - good or bad - very strongly. How does that + sound, Data?" + Data nodded again, unwilling to open his mouth. Troi was amused. + "Data!" she laughed. "Say something!" + "I was unwilling to say anything, in case I offended or embarrassed + you," he said. + "Data, you can't go around not saying anything at all, how are you + going to learn anything? Everybody runs the risk of offending when + they speak, but it's worth the risk rather than saying nothing at all. + You just have to think a little more about the results of what you + want to say before you speak." + Data considered this. "Very well, I will attempt to do so. However, + often I am unable to determine in advance whether what I say will + offend." + + + + + + + "That is something you will learn with time and experience." + Data changed tack. "I am confused as to why children like David are + allowed to behave in this way." + Troi sighed. "I know what you mean Data, human children are now + brought up in a peaceful environment which abhors unnecessary vio- + lence, yet some children still seem to have to go through these stages + in their development." + "Can it not be stopped?" + "There is disciplinary action which can be taken, however the best + thing to do is to find out why they are behaving in that way, to see + what it is within themselves that is producing this inferiority com- + plex. I will have a talk to their teacher if you like - young chil- + dren can be very clever in hiding things from adults, who may not be + fully aware of what is going on." + "And what about Gillam?" + "He is probably a very sensitive young boy who needs someone to talk + to, to bolster up his confidence in himself." + "Do you think that I could fulfill that role?" Data asked hesitant- + ly. + "I don't see why not," Troi answered. + "Thank you for your help" Data said, leaving the room with a pleased + look on his android features. + + Troi smiled to herself, and turned back to her computer terminal to + continued her treatise on why chocolate has such an enormous psycho- + logical effect on people. + + + Data went back to his quarters, and was about to access information on + the computer when his door entrance chimed. "Come in," he called out. + After a slight pause, a rumpled head appeared through the doors. + "Mr Data, can I come in?" + "Yes" he replied, and Gillam came slowly into the room, taking + everything in with wide-eyed amazement. He paused in front of a + painting on the wall. + "Did you paint that?" he asked. + "Yes" said Data, "A friend of mine tried to teach me to paint a + little while ago, and that is the only painting that I felt was suc- + cessful." + Gillam sized it up critically, and closely examined the brushstrokes. + "You know, you would probably be better with oils. It seems like + here you were unsure about putting each stroke down, and with oils + there is more room for correction." + Gillam stopped his flow of advice, and turned to Data, unsure of how + his criticism would be received. Data looked quite pleased. + "That appears to be very sound advice. Do you do a lot of + painting?" + Encouraged, Gillam went on. "A bit, although I prefer to do sculp- + ture. I want to be an artist when I grow up." + Data considered what Gillam was saying in the light of what Troi had + said about encouraging him. A fair amount of self interest also + prompted what he said next. + "I believe that the holodeck has programs on all of the famous Earth + art galleries. Would you be interested in explaining some of them to + me?" + Gillam's eyes lit up in excitement. + "Oh yes, would you really take me there?!" + "Yes, would you like to go now?" + + A short time later, three Enterprise crew members were surprised to + see Data heading towards the holodeck with a small boy hanging onto + his hand, both of them engrossed in a serious discussion about the + relative merits of different art forms, and both of them looking + exceedingly enthralled. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasfir b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasfir new file mode 100644 index 00000000..fecb3888 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasfir @@ -0,0 +1,524 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!uunet!spsgate!mogate!newsgate!NewsWatcher +From: Ron_Stein@SPS.MOT.COM (Ron Stein) +Subject: REPOST: Data's First Christmas +Message-ID: +Followup-To: alt.startrek.creative +Sender: usenet@newsgate.sps.mot.com +Nntp-Posting-Host: 222.194.55.22 +Organization: Motorola SPS +Date: Tue, 8 Dec 1992 16:47:29 GMT +Lines: 511 + +Here it is again. Merry Christmas! + + + +This is my first posting to Internet. I thought you all might enjoy this +"Christmasy" Trek story. I wrote this several years ago for my wife, +Collette, who was feeling blue around Christmas. BTW - The gift that Troi +receives in the story is exactly what I got Collette for Christmas, right +down to the note attached. Paginini's Theme is the love theme from +"Somewhere in Time", with Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour. + + + +DATA'S FIRST CHRISTMAS + + +"Geordie, can you explain the concept of "Christmas Spirit" to me?" + +Geordie LaForge looked up from his snack, and smiled at the innocent, +quizzical look on the face of his android friend Data. "Here we go again!" +he thought. The two of them were sitting in their favorite booth in +Ten-Forward, the crew lounge of the Federation Starship Enterprise. The +two met like this just after their watch ended nearly every day. Geordie +would grab a quick snack, and then they'd spend time chatting with friends, +or just people watching. Ten-Forward was an ideal spot for this, with its +near constant hum of activity. It was the cultural heart of the ship. For +Geordie, people watching served the same purpose that it had for young men +since time began. For Data, it was an education. + +"Why do you ask, Data? I mean, what brought this up?" + +"It is something I have noticed in the past, and I am observing it again +here on board the Enterprise. As the Christmas anniversary approaches, +beings of many races and faiths become kinder toward one another, and they +seem happier. This is called "The Christmas Spirit". I do not +understand." + +Geordie wondered briefly how an android managed to look perplexed, then +asked "Data, how much do you know about Christmas?" Knowing Data's +proclivity for detail, he quickly added "Just a summary, please. I've +already read the Bible." + +"Of course, I too have read the Bible, as well as many other works +associated with Christianity and the legend of Christ. I have also read a +broad selection of fictional Christmas stories from many lands and planets +with Christmas traditions. I have viewed several video presentations of +Christmas lore, and read many poems, hymns, and carols. However, even +after my studies, I have failed to grasp the Christmas spirit." + +"Data, I'm not sure I can explain. Christmas spirit is something you kinda +have to experience. It's a lot of things: kindness toward others, a feeling +of kinship with other creatures, a positive outlook, happy anticipation..." + Geordie hesitated, and said "It's like love, it can't be understood just +by having it explained to you." Geordie paused again, recognizing the +troubled look on his friend's face. + +A casual observer would not have noticed a change of expression at all, but +then, Geordie wasn't just a casual observer. Even if he hadn't been Data's +closest friend, his electronically enhanced eyesight would have spotted the +subtle change in the servo mechanisms that controlled Data's facial +apparatus. "Look, Data, don't feel bad. We all run up against things like +this. Take me for instance. When I look at a rainbow, all I see are +readouts of prismatically scattered light. It's interesting, but it's sure +not beautiful. I just can't understand the fuss most people make when they +see a rainbow. Maybe for you, Christmas spirit is the same sorta thing." + +"I have considered that." said Data, "It is conceivable that this may be a +subtlety which my programming cannot comprehend. Still, I sense that I +have merely missed some key point." + +"Well don't give up yet, Data. Say, have you spoken to Counselor Troi? If +anyone can help you with this, she can. That lady has quite a knack for +making sense out of this kind of stuff." Geordie found himself becoming a +little concerned; his mechanical friend was easily depressed, a decidedly +emotional response from someone who wasn't sure if he was capable of +emotion. + +"Perhaps you are right, Geordie. I will call her." + + + +Deanna Troi had a small office adjacent to her cabin. It was simply +decorated with a fleet issue desk and chair, a bookshelf lining one wall, +and a comfortable old loveseat. A lush trident plant from Canopus 3 rose +from behind the loveseat, and completed the sparse decor. + +Troi sat at the desk, considering her next visitor. She usually met +crewmembers for consultation in more casual surroundings, to help put them +at ease. In Data's case, one threw away such standard practice. There was +no "rule of thumb" to guide her when dealing with Data's one of a kind +positronic personality. "Maybe Data would feel more at ease in one of the +engineering repair bays, surrounded by other machinery", she mused. + +She found Data a unique problem in another important way as well. +Throughout her career as a psychologist, she had been helped enormously by +her Betazoid empathic abilities. These abilities, coupled with a sharp, +incisive mind and a tender heart, had made her a natural counselor. + +With Data, things were somewhat more difficult. His emotional resonance +was almost non-existent. Almost, but not quite. Occasionally, faintly, +she would sense a wisp of . . . something . . . from Data. It was always +ethereal, fleeting; like a hint of salt air thirty kilometers from the sea. + The touch was so light, she was never even sure it was there. At these +times she realized how much she relied on her empathic talents to perform +her job. In trying to counsel Data, she felt like a surgeon forced to +operate with one hand. + +At precisely the scheduled time, her office door annunciator chimed. "Come +in, Data." she called. As he entered, she motioned him toward the +loveseat, and asked pleasantly "And what can I do for you?" + +Again different from humans, and so adding to Troi's uneasiness, Data went +straight to the point. "Counselor, I am having difficulty comprehending +certain aspects of the Christmas season. I have studied the relevant texts +and literature associated with the Terran Christmas tradition, and I +believe I understood them. My problem is with the concept of Christmas +spirit, and the impact it seems to have on the crew of the Enterprise. I +have noticed that beings throughout the ship, regardless of race or +religious background, are displaying happier and kinder behavior. There is +a subtlety here that I cannot grasp. I would like to understand." + +"I see" she said, stalling. She thought for a moment, then asked "What is +it that troubles you about this, Data? Is it the concept of Christmas +spirit itself, or are you finding that you don't share the spirit, and that +is troubling you?" + +Data's pause was a classic for him: his head turned a couple of degrees +from Troi, and tilted just a bit. His brow wrinkled as he considered her +questions. He turned back to her. "Counselor, I would say that it is the +latter: I am troubled that I don't find the Christmas spirit within me." +He seemed surprised, as if the notion had been a revelation. + +"Lucky guess!" thought Troi, with relief. At least she'd identified the +problem. + +"Okay, let's talk about that. Why do you find this troubling." + +Again Data paused. This was clearly a new area of self-exploration for +him. "As you know, I aspire to be as nearly human as possible. I want to +`fit in', I believe is the expression. To fail to share in something which +seems so universal, and so desirable, as the Christmas spirit would be +evidence of failure. It causes me to doubt my capacity for `humanness'." + +Troi stood up, her eyes downcast in thought, and slowly walked about the +office. She stopped near a display shelf, and absentmindedly picked up a +small Santa Claus figurine. It had been a treasured gift from her father +when she was nine, and was her earliest clear memory of Christmas. She +stared at it vacantly. + +Her eyes returned to focus, but she continued to stare at the figurine. +She spoke, not bothering to turn toward Data. "First Data, I want you to +understand that Christmas spirit is not something automatically felt by all +humans, or all Christians either. In fact, most people will find +themselves without it at sometime in their lives, and this can be due to a +wide variety of circumstances." She paused again, and said slowly, to +herself more than to him, "But I don't think that will prove to be a +satisfying answer for you." + +Data sat patiently, as the Counselor was clearly deep in thought. She +slowly turned toward him, and asked, almost tentatively,"Data, how long ago +were you found by Starfleet?" + +"I was discovered eleven years, 4 months, and twelve days ago by a +Starfleet rescue team." + +"And how have you spent your time since? Just a general review, please, +not a detailed one." + +"I spent approximately 2.8 years being evaluated in the Starfleet +Analytical Laboratories, 4.1 years at Starfleet Academy, and the remaining +4.5 years have been on active duty as a Starfleet officer." He paused +briefly, then asked "Counselor, is this pertinent to our discussion?" + +"It could be. You see, what we commonly perceive as the `Christmas spirit' +is very often a reflection of an individual's collected memories of +Christmas. As a person ages, he accumulates fond memories of Christmas. +These memories serve as reminders of past happiness, and help promote a +pleasant disposition, which is evoked more and more as each succeeding +Christmas approaches. In short, they are happy now, because they were +happy then." + +"Of course," she continued, "this is a very simplistic definition. There +are many other reasons why people may appear happier at this time of year. + For some people, the Christmas season is a time to rejoice in the life of +Jesus Christ, either as a heavenly Savior, or merely a gifted philosopher. +For others, the reason may be a holiday entirely separate from Christian +tradition; many faiths seem to have celebrations which happen to coincide +with the Christmas season." + +Data considered this momentarily, then said "I see. Then you are +suggesting that my failure to have `Christmas spirit' is not indicative of +a dysfunction, but rather a shortage of positive experiences with which to +trigger the reaction." He said it as a statement, rather than a question. + +"It's a possibility. Why don't you give it some thought? Then you can +decide what, if anything, you need to do about it." + +"Thank you, Counselor." Data said, rising. "You have been most helpful. I +will consider what you have suggested." Then he left. + +Troi stared at him as he walked away, wondering if her intuitive +interpretation of the problem would be of any help to Data. And if it was +helpful, she wondered, what would he do about it? + + + +Data went back to his quarters to consider Troi's suggestion. He put on +his Sherlock Holmes hat, sat in his overstuffed chair, and, fiddling with +his pipe, he began to think. Perhaps he could share this human experience +of Christmas spirit after all! Maybe all he needed was an accumulation of +pleasurable memories. + +Data had long suspected that his creator had provided a capacity for him to +feel, or at least simulate, human emotions. There were several clues: he +had functional tear ducts, a portion of his neural network had no +discernable function, and perhaps most intriguing, there were two unusual +feedback circuits which were linked to this unused neural area. One of +these reduced his available power by up to 20% when stimulated. It made +him "ache" all over when activated. It had first activated spontaneously +the day Tasha Yar was killed. + +The remaining circuit boosted his power by as much as 10%, which seemed to +give him a mild `high'. This circuit had only been activated in laboratory +tests. + +Data began a systematic review of his Christmas research to locate stories +which were considered pleasant or happy. He then sorted this information, +isolating the activities which seemed to produce happiness at Christmas. +He screened religious or philosophical means from the sort, since he was +neither religious or philosophical. He found that the remaining sources of +happiness could be roughly grouped into two categories: "Giving" and +"Getting". + +The "Getting" entries all required the un-coerced spontaneous cooperation +of at least one additional person. Since this was to be a personal +experiment, the `Getting' entries were eliminated. To experience pleasure +at Christmas, Data would have to try "Giving". + +The center of the distribution of successful "Giving" entries, out to about +three sigma, seemed to be associated with gifts of special personal +significance to the receiver. Such gifts were uniquely adapted to the +receiver's wants or needs. To be successful would require great subtlety +in Data; he would need to be especially sensitive and discerning. This was +going to take some thought. + +He began to plan. There were but 3.2 days until Christmas. + + + +The next morning, Data approached Commander Riker, First Officer of the +Enterprise. "Sir," he said, "may I make a suggestion? There are just over +two days until Christmas. Might we not replace the holographic Christmas +tree in the ballroom with a real tree for this years festivities?" + +Will Riker looked at Data, an amused smile on his face. "Well, that +certainly sounds like a grand idea, Mr. Data, but there are no Federation +planets within two days of here. How do you propose to procure a real tree +in two days without a Federation planet as a source?" + +"Sir, while it is true that there are no planets nearby which are +Federation members, the planet Keeg-Xuled 4 is just over four hours from +our present position. It supports a human culture placed there by the +Preservers. We should be able to remove a single tree from the planet +without violating the Prime Directive." + +The `Preservers' was the name given to an undiscovered race which had +`seeded' this area of the galaxy with populations of various primitive +Human, Klingon, and Vulcan peoples. The Federation had charted over twenty +such planets, all at different stages of development. In each case, the +seeded planet included a full complement of flora and fauna as found on the +home planet. Keeg-Xuled 4 would certainly have pine trees. + +Obviously pleased, Riker said "Excellent Mr. Data! To quote the Captain, +`Make it so'!" + + +At Keeg-Xuled, locating a source for Christmas trees was a simple task. +The ships scanners quickly found a snow-covered mountain valley with a +large population of various pine tree species. The nearest human +inhabitants were over fifty kilometers away. Captain Picard even +authorized a two hour shore leave for all ship's personnel, `for purposes +of tobogganing and snow-ball fights'. Data even arranged a simple lottery +for the ship's children, with the winner being given the privilege of +selecting the ship's official Christmas tree. + +Those who chose to take shore leave (about 2/3rds of the ships company) had +a wonderful time. There were snowmen built, snow angels were made; there +were toboggan races, sled runs, and snowball fights. Some went skiing, +others skated on a nearby lake, still others managed to go ice fishing. + +And Data was in the middle of it all. He mastered the art of snowball, and +made a snowdroid. He tried his luck at downhill skiing, but fared better +on a replica Flexible Flyer. He was just about to strap on ice skates and +have a go at the lake, when the call to return to the Enterprise came. +There was, after all, a schedule to keep. + +His final chore before leaving was to supervise the transport of a huge +Noble Fir up to the Enterprise ballroom. + + + +Late at night on Christmas eve, when all of the bridge crew were huddled +all snug in their beds, a twenty third century Santa Claus strode silently +into the transporter room... + + +On Christmas morning, Deanna Troi woke feeling especially happy. She had a +date for breakfast with Will Riker, a tradition the two had enjoyed for as +long as they had known one another. She also knew that Will would have a +gift for her, another happy tradition to look forward to. + +She crawled out of bed and set about her morning routine. After some light +exercise, she enjoyed a leisurely half hour of bathing, then dressed in a +comfortable, festive red jumpsuit. She tied it at the waist with a green +sash, which formed a bow above her right hip, making her look like a +Christmas package. "Quite a present for Mr. Riker" she thought, giggling. + +She went to her nightstand and got out the gift she had selected for Will; +a scale model of the solar wind racing vessel he had piloted during his +academy days. She had often seen him intently watching such ships when the +Enterprise made ports of call at places civilized enough to have them. +Troi had been pleased when Data offered to produce the finely detailed +craft for her. + +As she left her boudoir and went through the sitting room toward the +hallway exit, she saw a delicately wrapped package on the entry table by +the door. The wrapping was a simple pink paper with a cream colored ribbon +and a flowered bow. The tag on it read "From Santa Claus". Her eyes +twinkling with delight, she sat down and opened it. + +Inside was a beautiful wooden jewelry box. It was made of a light colored, +burled wood of fine grain and finish. It was trimmed in a darker brown +wood, and the top had inlaid flowers of yet another wood. The flowers were +stained in soft shades of pink, yellow, and orange. When she raised the +lid, a clockwork chime began to spin. It softly played a sentimental old +love song. It's Rachmaninoff! Paginini's Theme! + +Beneath the lid were a half dozen sinful looking chocolates. A note which +lay across them proclaimed. "Caution: These candies are made from 100% +natural ingredients using techniques developed on old Earth. As such, they +have little or no nutritional value. Enjoy them in moderation." + +"Chocolates! Real Chocolates!" She smiled and said simply "Will Riker". + + + +"Deanna, I swear they aren't from me!" Riker said, a little embarrassed. +"I wish I'd thought of this, but really, I didn't!" + +"But Will, if you didn't send them, who did?" + +He shrugged, perplexed, and said "Santa Claus, I guess." + + + +Geordie opened the envelope. Inside was a traditional old Christmas card +which proclaimed in bold letters "MERRY CHRISTMAS!". It was signed simply +"Santa Claus". Along with the card was a scrap of bright paper, the words +"Holodeck 3, voice coded program SPECTRA" neatly penned on it. + +"What the heck is this?" Geordie muttered. "Okay, I'll bite", he thought. +He dressed quickly and took the turbolift to Holodeck 3, just down the hall +from Engineering. He stepped up to the door and said "Computer... load +program SPECTRA, then open." + +In a moment the doors hissed open. Geordie looked in on an alpine meadow +during what appeared to be late spring. The scent of wildflowers was heavy +in the air, and something small skittered away in the grass before him. He +saw an old fashioned umbrella leaning against a tree just inside. As he +stepped through the door, he heard a distant rumble of thunder, and gentle +raindrops began to fall on him. + +Geordie picked up the umbrella, and began to walk across the damp meadow. +As he walked, he saw clouds dropping sheets of rain on far off mountains, +and watched a sea of grass wavering in the breeze. Then, as suddenly as it +had begun, the rain stopped around him. The breeze blew warmer, as the +clouds overhead began to break up and dissipate. + +"Someone went to a lot of trouble to get me wet" he thought. Just then, +sunlight burst warmly across the meadow before him, while the clouds +surrounding the distant peaks grew darker and lashed the mountains with +bolts of lightning. Geordie gasped, as a multicolored, translucent display +of shimmering light arced across the sky. The lights were distinct, each +with its own hue, but they blended strangely where they intersected. Try +as he might, he couldn't focus on the lines where they met. He couldn't +resolve the edges, he couldn't even get a readout of its distance. "It's a +rainbow!" he whispered, "It's beautiful! Who....". Then he knew: "Data." +he said simply. He stayed for a long while, as the storm broke over the +mountains, and the rainbow slowly faded. + + + +The ballroom had been fitted out as a huge living room to receive the +"family" which was the crew of the Enterprise. In the center was the huge +Christmas tree which had been cut on Keeg-Xuled 4, now extravagantly +decorated. It glowed with thousands of lights, and little animated +creatures played out scenes on its branches. On top was a life-sized Santa +Claus, who seemed to be throwing magical handfuls of snow into the air +around him. The snowflakes glowed and twirled and sparkled, but they never +seemed to reach the floor. A light scent of natural pine flavored the air. + People strolled about in small groups, children ran and played, and in one +corner a piano was surrounded by an impromptu choir softly singing +Christmas carols. + +Near one wall, most of the bridge crew were clustered, chatting together, +tinkering and teasing with gifts they'd received. Captain Picard and +Transporter Chief O'Brien were happily occupied, planning final assembly of +a model ship in a bottle which the Captain had mysteriously received. The +ship was a replica of the first USS Enterprise, a captured British twelve +gun sloop used by the Americans during their war of Independence. + +Lieutenant Worf was amused by a hand held holographic projector which +pitted carnivores from various planets against one another in mortal +combat. A computer program inside the machine extrapolated probable +attacks, defenses, and victories, and gorily displayed the results. His +roars of delight periodically startled the other celebrants in the room, as +one conflict after another came to its imaginary end. The projector itself +was a replica of one currently popular with pre-school children in the +Klingon Empire. Of course, Worf didn't know about that. + +Beverly Crusher moved from person to person, showing a video cube to anyone +who would look. Each time the cube was turned, it displayed a different +scene of her son Wesley as he was growing up. Most of the scene's made Wes +cringe, and he used it as an excuse to find a quiet corner for himself. +Wesley was also fascinated by a surprise gift from "Santa": a series of +research papers published by his father during his years at Starfleet +Academy, as well as some recently declassified personal log entries his +father had made aboard the "Stargazer" during the final months of his life. + Wes sat quietly, reviewing these new treasures, entranced. + +Deanna Troi and Will Riker were off to the side sharing a private moment. +Will was trying his best to talk Deanna out of one of her chocolates; she +was enjoying having his undivided attention. They played at negotiating +the surrender of a mushroom shaped white chocolate bon-bon. + +Captain Picard looked up and announced "Ladies and Gentleman, I believe +we're about to learn who our mystery Santa Claus is." They all turned to +the direction Picard was looking, and saw Lieutenant Commander Data and +Geordie LaForge approaching. + +"It was really a very interesting experiment, Geordie." Data was saying. +He wore a Santa Claus cap and a silly looking white beard, which clashed +badly with his trim Starfleet uniform. "I began by researching your visor +and its operation, then accessed Dr. Crushers medical library for +information on nerve impulses. From that I determined what signal was +necessary to cause your brain to `see' a rainbow. From there it was a +simple matter to program the holodeck for a display which would stimulate +your visor to send the proper signal to your brain." He paused, and said +almost sadly "But Geordie, unfortunately, only your visor will interpret +the display as a rainbow. For anyone else, the display is not in the range +of visible light." + +"So I've got my own private rainbow! Thanks Data!" The two of them looked +at the smiling faces of the friends they were approaching. Geordie +hesitated, then added softly "And Data, ...Merry Christmas!" + + +EPILOG + + +Personal Log Lieutenant Commander Data USS Enterprise + Stardate 52936.4 + +"It is now late on Christmas Day. I have spent the last several days +exploring various aspects of Christmas celebrations, seeking the Christmas +spirit, to see if it is a response I am capable of. At the suggestion of +Ship's Counselor Troi, I involved myself in as many Christmas related +experiences as possible, to attempt to accumulate pleasant memories. +Counselor Troi's theory is that Christmas spirit is predicated on a series +of happy memories associated with Christmas. She suggests that I may not +have had a sufficient number of these for Christmas spirit to propagate +itself spontaneously within me. + +Results are inconclusive at this time. I participated in as many classic +Christmas scenarios as time allowed, however, pleasure in such events is a +difficult thing for me to measure, and perhaps that is a piece of this +puzzle yet to be addressed. + +I am able to make the following observations: + +One: Christmas spirit is not a simple or automatic phenomena. I believe +that humans who experience it must participate in its development just as I +have attempted to do. Those who want to have Christmas spirit will have +it. I believe that in most cases this is done at a sub-conscious level. + +Two: There is an important subset to the Christmas experience which I +think of as `Giving'. That subset is `Sharing'. I believe that without +the `Sharing' of joy in the `Giving' mode, there is no positive experience +to record. To simply Give is probably not enough to trigger a positive +memory reflex. + +Three: While this conclusion is extremely preliminary, there may be some +validity to Counselor Troi's theory. It will take some analysis to +confirm, but I believe I experienced a .1% power surge while accepting +thanks from my friends in the ballroom. Perhaps it is a start. + +I find that the lines from a centuries old Christmas carol keep surfacing +in my mind: + And so I'm offering this simple phrase + To kids from one to ninety two; + Although it's been said, many times, many ways, + MERRY CHRISTMAS to you." + + + + +Dedicated to my wife, +December 25th, 1989. + + +MERRY CHRISTMAS! + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasval b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasval new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2db56111 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/datasval @@ -0,0 +1,237 @@ +From ns1.nodak.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!usenet.coe.montana.edu!caen!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!ch866 Sun Feb 6 23:03:54 1994 GMT +Path: ns1.nodak.edu!netnews.nwnet.net!usenet.coe.montana.edu!caen!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!ch866 +From: ch866@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Benjamin Joab Hoppe) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Data's Valentine-Short Story. One part. +Date: 6 Feb 1994 23:03:54 GMT +Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA) +Lines: 224 +Message-ID: <2j3t0q$kos@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: kanga.ins.cwru.edu +Status: RO + + +This file is Public Domain. It may be transferred throughout, as +long as all the information given is still attatched. I would +appreciate a mail to usr1322a@tso.uc.edu if you enjoy it. Thank +you. + + Star Trek: The Next Generation + "The Valentine's Day Party" + Benjamin Hoppe (usr1322a@tso.uc.edu) + Historian's Note: + This story takes place AFTER the death + of Natasha Yar, but will refrence her. + + Data, even though he had no feelings, looked to be sulking in +a cup of cola. Guinan looked puzzled at this, and walked from +behind the bar, to the table, and sat down across from him, "What +is the problem now, Mr. Data?" + Data sighed, "I do not understand the latest memo I received." +He handed her the PADD, and she took a long look at it. She +smiled, "Data, It is just a invitation to the Ten Foward +Valentine's Day Party" + "Valentine's Day. I do not understand, exactly." + Guinan looked strange, "Surely you know of Valentine's Day. +Saint Valentine?" + Data accessed, "Ah, 'Valentine', a holiday in which people of +great love, or of friendship, consolidate their relationship with +presents of minimal value, usually a card, candy, or flowers." + Guinan sighed, "Data, Valentine's Day isn't exactly what is in +your memory bank as a definition, but rather what you feel in your +heart." + Data frowned, "But I have no REAL heart. All I have is what +circulates the fluids in my body. But I can not feel what might +'come from the heart.'" + "Data," Guinan continued, "you seemed, from what I heard, to +have feelings for Tasha Yar. Is that true." + "I am still pondering what was with that one. Especially when +intercourse occurred." + Guinan interupted, "You can do THAT?" + "Affirmative," Data replied, "anyways, it is still unknown to +me of how that happened. It was like I had emotion, but not really +that I had emotion." + "Well, Data. Perhaps it was a power fuctuation." + Data accessed, "Doubtful, all the systems checked out" + "Well, perhaps the answer will be at the party." Guinan then +stood up, and walked over to another table, and sat down with an +Ensign. + Data thought to himself, "Perhaps I will find the answer +later. For if I do not know what the answer to my dilema that I +seemed to subsided for the time being is, I may never truly EVER +understand the human emotion of love." + + Data sat at his bridge post, on what, to Captain Picard, was +the left, controlling the helm. He watched people come in, and +leave out, without worry. This depressed him in a way, for he was +with worry... he had yet to find his answer to his dilema. +Commander William T. Riker sat behind him in the command chair, +Deanna Troi to his left, and Worf standing above him. + Worf was always asked if he wanted a chair for his station, +but the Klingon way was to stand. To be alert in case of danger. + Data turned his chair around, and faced the Commander and +Counselor. "Commander, Counselor... may I ask you something." + Deanna replied with her usual hormonious voice, "Of course +Data, we are your friends." At that point Beverly Crusher walked +onto the bridge, as Data was stating his question, "What is love." + Beverly's hand danced in front of the pad to ring the chime +for the Captain's Ready Room, but she pulled it back, "Data, what, +may I ask, do you mean?" She walked around and over to the seat to +the right of William Riker. + They sat in a row, leaning toward Data, which caught Worf's +attention, who overheard some of the conversation, "May I join in, +sir?" + "Of course, Worf. You are my friend as well, and I would like +your imput." Data said, before he spelt out what he had talked to +Guinan about only 5 hours earlier in Ten Foward. + Deanna chimed in at the end of the story, "So, you are worried +about the party." + "Yes..." Data replied, "I am. I am not sure I understand +completely what love is, so this is why I ask you, my friends." + "Data," Deanna continued, "Love can not be defined. It is just +a feeling. Something that makes two or more people attracted to +each other. Sometimes love can even be with imanimate objects. In +the past, many people have claimed to love things from cars to +pencils. Some even love entertainment forms. I remember hearing of +one from my father. He said that there was a mass group of people +who ogled after a television show. About 10 million of em' watched +some show called 'Star Trek.'" + "Star Trek. The fans are often called Trekkies or Trekkers." + "Yes, Data... but what I am saying is that love is just an +attatchment to something." + Will interupted this, "Not necessarily. Love is something that +can mean nothing. Or absolutely everything. I used to think that I +loved Deanna, but now I know that it was meant to be friendship." + Worf bellowed in from above, leaning over the tatical station, +"In the Klingon culture, love is something that is given only to +those who have honor, and those people must have a great respect +for the people who give this. The man must lead the way of love, +with the woman following, three paces behind." + Deanna looked disgusted, "That is SOOO sexist. I have to +disagree." + "It is our culture. I do not deny that!" Worf complained. + Throughout the entire escapade, Doctor Beverly Crusher was +totally silent. + "Doctor," Data broke in, "What do you think of love?" + Beverly thought to herself for a moment, "Well, Data. Love is +hard to explain. Would you like my advanced definition of love, or +the short one?" + Data thought for a moment, "If it is not to much trouble, the +long one." + Beverly walked over to the spot where the ensign should stand, +had there been one on duty, "Well, Data. Let me put it like this. +I loved Jack. I love Wesley. I love Jean-Luc. I love all that I +can love. Love is something that binds people together. Anybody +who can be placed together will love at least once. Love is +everything, even friendship. I believe that everyone and +everything has some love to be given in some ways. Haven't you +ever noticed how Q loves us. He plays with us, pretends to put the +ship in danger, and then saves us just before our time is up. +Don't you ever notice that love is all around you. I love you, +Deanna loves you, Will loves you, even Worf loves you. Love comes +from your friends." + Data pondered this for a moment, "Then what was that that +occurred with Tasha Yar." + The thought for a moment, but there was silence. The answer +was unknown to anyone. Nobody knew the answer. + + Later that evening was the Saint Valentine's Party. It was +held in HoloDeck 4, so that it could be expanded enough to hold +that many people. Everybody had drinks in their hand, except for +Data. About 200 people were in attendance. Even Jean-Luc Picard, +the captain of the Enterprise, was there. He was the one person +who ALWAYS avoided such things. Wesley was also there, visiting +his mother from the academy. He was sitting at a table with what +appeared to Data to be Robin Lefler, a engineer ensign who +assisted Geordi. Data walked over to them, and said "Hello." + Wesley jumped at this, "Hello, Data... you know Robin Lefler. +She works in Engineering." + Robin looked akward, standing next to Data, "um.... hello, +Commander. Good day, isn't it." + "Yes, it is," Data replied, "but you may call me Data. Any +friend of Wesley's is a friend of mine." + Wesley smiled, "Robin was the one who helped me save the ship +when Commander Riker brought that game on board. You know I +graduate this year. I am so excited. You will be there, right?" + "Of course. You will excuse me... I would like to mingle." + "Of course, Data," Wesley replied, "But come back later. Can +we eat together?" Both Wesley and Robin smiled at each other. + "I will appreciate that, but wouldn't you rather be alone for +dinner. I have heard that when someone is in love, they like to do +things alone." + The both smirked, "Not necessarily, Data. Please come back at +Dinner Point." + The android smiled, "I will," as he walked away from their +table. + Data walked over to Captain Picard, who was standing with +Doctor Beverly Crusher. "Data," Beverly began, "Did you find the +answer to your question?" + "Question?" Asked Jean-Luc. + "Yes, Jean-Luc... Data asked me... er... never mind. It is +personal." + "It is alright, Doctor," Data said, "I asked the doctor what +love was. + "Well, Data," Jean-Luc stated, "That is a big question, +indeed." He thought for a moment, "I think love is the feeling you +have for someone after spending so much time with someone, that +you feel that without them, you might die. Not really, but you +have that feeling." + "Hmm...." Data thought, "Thank you, sir. I will add that to my +list." + "Hope I helped, Data." + + At that point, Commander William T. Riker's voice came over a +loud speaker, "People, please be seated. The dinner period is +about to begin." + Data walked over to Wesley and Robin, "Is the invitation to +sit at your table still open?" + "Of course, Data. Unless you want to sit next to us with the +other senior officers." + Data contemplated this, "No... I would like to sit with you." + Robin smiled, "Ok, Data.. sit down." + + Holographic waiters came around, containing nothing but legs, +a suit, an face, and a hole in their bodies. One of them strode +over to the table where Data, Wesley, and Robin was sitting. + In a French accent, it asked, "What would each of you like?" + Robin and Wesley both spoke their order at the same time, +ordering exactly what the other did, steak dinner. Data found this +very fascinating. + The waiter's body filled with three plates, automatically +giving Data the same, as he requested. + They all were halfway done with their meals, both Wesley and +Robin enjoying themselves emensly, when Commander Riker came over +the speaker again, but this time, a podium appeared. + "Attention! Please. The votes for the couple of the night have +been tallied by the computer, and the results are that the king +and queen of the night are......... Wesley Crusher and Robin +Lefler. Now they are to stand and have their dance. Then others +should follow. + Wesley and Robin stood up, and walked over to the middle of +the floor, and music began to play. They placed their arms around +each other, and started to glide. Data sat and watched this. He +gawked as they glided to and fro', having fun. He collabterated +this with the information he had gotten from his crewmans. + ~That is it!~ He thought. ~Love is a bond between two people. +Someone you care so deeply for that you would consider spending +the rest of your life with. Much like Wesley and Robin. + The music interluded, and Wesley and Robin walked back to the +table. Some jazz music started to play, as they began to sit down. +Wesley got down into his seat, but Data stood up. "Robin, may I +have this dance?" + Robin was amazed at this, from the scared android confused +about love, to asking a woman to dance, so what else could she do, +"Of course, Data. I'd love to." and they did. They danced better +than any couple in the room. Not that anyone else would think so, +but Data wanted to think that this was true. That there was some +form of harmony. + +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Happy Valentine's Day from Benjamin Hoppe!!! +1994. +-- +From Benjamin Hoppe (usr1322a@tso.uc.edu), compliments of Yakko Warner: +"It's a great big universe, and we're all really puny, we're all little specks +about the size of Mickey Rooney. It's big and black and inky, and we are small +and dinky, It's a great big universe, and we're not!" + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deceptio b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deceptio new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f5933fb7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deceptio @@ -0,0 +1,5661 @@ + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!spool.mu.edu!bloom-beacon.mit.edu!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (TNG/BSG crossover - sequel to DARK DAWN) Intro. +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:04:12 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 96 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + _DECEPTIONS_ + +NOTICE: THIS STORY MAY BE DISTRIBUTED FREE OF CHARGE BUT +MUST NOT BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. THE +NOTICE FOLLOWING THE SYNOPSIS AND DEDICATION MUST +ACCOMPANY THIS STORY, IF DISTRIBUTED. + +AUTHOR: B.J. Henry + +_Synopsis_ + +During the first Federation Membership Conference for the refugee +Colonists, held on the planet Pacifica, two Chief Negotiators are +mysteriously killed while on board the Enterprise. Later, others +are found dead and a spate of unusual malfunctions plague the ship, +while the Conference attendees and the crews of both the U.S.S. +Enterprise and the Battlestar Galactica share similar, horrifying +nightmares. + +Now the Captains and crews of both flagships must work together to +solve the murders, discover the secrets behind an unusual Betazoid +Ambassador, and come face to face with what could be the greatest +threat that the galaxy has ever encountered... an evil presence that +could ultimately lead the Federation and the Colonial Fleet to war. + +_Dedication_ + +Here is the long-awaited sequel to my first story "Dark Dawn". I +must say that I was incredibly surprised at the overwhelmingly +positive feedback that I got from readers regarding that first +story! So that put the pressure (grin grin) on me to bang out the +sequel AND (hopefully) make it worth the read! It took me 6 months +to do it! + +When I originally wrote "Dark Dawn", I expected that I could stretch +the story out into a trilogy of sorts, as I firmly believe that if such an +interaction between these two universes WERE to really occur +in fiction-land, it couldn't be wrapped up in a single, simple story. +Thus, in the typical "A-B-A" format, I present the 2nd of 3 stories +involving the cross-over between the characters of "Battlestar +Galactica" and "Star Trek: The Next Generation." + +Being the "middle" story, I hope that there is enough transition from +the first story and enough to lead to the "finale" story, tentatively +titled "Prophets of Kobol". "Deceptions" is somewhat "darker" in +tone than "Dark Dawn", as is true of many "B"-pattern offerings. +Expect the final "A" story to be a "rip-roaring" conclusion to the +triology! + +If you're curious, about why "Star Trek: The Next Generation" and +"Battlestar Galactica?" I will reiterate what I wrote in my dedication +for "Dark Dawn": + +"I've been an avid fan of both shows! After watching all the episodes +of each show, multiple times, I began to see some similarities and +contrasts between the characters. I also saw personality traits that +I thought would be interesting to explore and I envisioned dialog that +could be exchanged, all to bring out some unique but familiar +perspectives to these fictional people." + +And so, since we have now come to the end of the run of "Star Trek: +The Next Generation", I wish to dedicate this story to all the TNG +fans out there around the world. + +In memory of ST:TNG * 9/87 - 5/94 * +"All Good Things..." Stardate: 47988.1 +And in anticipation of "Star Trek:Generations" 11/94. + +Keep on Trekkin'! + +B.J. Henry, 6/14/94 +A/K/A Dax. +Technobabble Lover. +GDAPN!/BSEB/MORN! +bjhenry@delphi.com + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (Prologue) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:05:34 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 95 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + _ DECEPTIONS_ + + by B.J. Henry + + + + P R O L O G U E + + + + + + + + + + He carefully embraced the instrument of his salvation, intermittently +turning it over in his hands, as he rocked back and forth, back and forth. + "Soon, soon. Patience... After this... no... more...no... more... +no... more..." he chanted to himself, with eyes closed and beads of +moisture beginning to form on his forehead. + He suddenly shook his head, cleared all thoughts from his mind, +meticulously placed the gemonite blade into its velvet case, and slid it +back into its hiding place. He then pulled the coverlet over his body and +immediately fell into a restless slumber. + A figure stepped out of the shadows in the man's cabin aboard the +Battlestar Galactica, with eyes glowing red, and an angry hot breath +escaping through his lips. It directed it's thoughts to the man who lay +tossing and turning on the bed. + "You WILL make them ALL come to me." + "Come...? To... you...? No!... no more... no... more..." the +sleeping man mumbled. + "You WILL do it!" + "Will... do... it..." + The figure then stepped back into the shadow and became one +with it. + + --o-- + +Captain's Log. Stardate: 47344.2 + +"The Enterprise has arrived in the area near Proxima Centuri, where we +first encountered the Battlestar Galactica and the Colonial Fleet. We are +here to transport a number of their delegates and military Officers to a +scheduled Federation membership conference to be held shortly on the +planet Pacifica. + +It is hoped that by the conclusion of this conference, the Federation will +not only vote positively to grant full membership status to the Colonial +refugees, but will begin to secure certain trade and treaty agreements +with their people." + + --o-- + +Adama's Journal: + +"We greatly anticipate the arrival of the Federation starship Enterprise, a +ship commanded by a man for whom we owe a great debt. His arrival will +signal to us, the beginning of a new era for our people. An era where we +will see the fulfillment of the prophesy that we should meet and join +together with the lost Thirteenth Tribe, Humans who now reside on the +planet Earth. + +Our people are preparing to vote to choose what they wish to do with +their lives, and I expect that most will elect to travel to Earth, thus +bringing us full circle with our brethren. The sooner the better, as +many have grown restless at the delay in settling them. I expect +this issue to be resolved during the membership conference that the +Council and I will attend, to be held on a planet in this area of space, +known as 'Pacifica'. How prophetic that we begin our process of +healing on a planet whose name is identical to that of the Galactica's +sister ship, one of eleven to perish during our escape from the Cylons. +I await the start of this historic event with a happy heart." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- + +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!eff!news.duke.edu!solaris.cc.vt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 01/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:11:53 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 1030 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + I + + + + + + + + + + She was a ship of war, proudly bearing the scars of her valor. +She was built like a mighty tank, a Trojan horse with armor that could +withstand the most intense laser bolts that a Cylon Baseship could hurl +at her. Her parts and personnel worked together like a well-oiled machine, +her surfaces were exposed and unadorned, for practicality and ease of +access. But she could move swiftly and smoothly through the emptiness +of space, unencumbered by her bulk, like a great whale might move +through the depths of a mighty ocean. Her twin landing bays beckoned +the weary Warrior to her cozy lair, a welcome site after a battle. Her +Bridge was sparse and mechanical but functional, providing it's occupants +with a sweeping view of what lay ahead. Capable of light speed, this +massive vessel, the Battlestar Galactica, was all that survives as the pride +and joy of the Colonial Fleet. + Nearby, providing a unique contrast, was another ship, a ship of +peace. Her graceful curves belying the powerful thrust that her twin +engines could supply. Equipped with the latest technology, she could +battle with the best, while deceptively disguised as just another, benign +research and exploratory vessel. Like a swan on a gentle lake, she +could glide at impulse power, barely rippling the fabric of space. Yet at +the first sign of danger, she could propel herself forward, head first, with +the aerodynamic elegance of a sleek cat in pursuit of prey. Her Bridge +was a model of efficiency, carefully hidden beneath smooth black panels, +that resembled more a Cubist's aesthetic vision of decor rather than a +starship's computer access terminals. As the flagship of the Federation, +the U.S.S. Enterprise was also the pride and joy of Star Fleet, one of only +a few Galaxy class vessels in service. The two ships sat side by side in +contrast and in complement, as their two Commanders sat separately, +pondering over their duties in their respective offices. These men could +themselves provide an observer with some insight into their differences +and similarities. + The Commander of the Battlestar Galactica was a seasoned fighter, +a man who had seen many battles in his day. He was a family man and +a religious man. His cosmopolitan roots, coupled with a touch of formality, +endowed him with a commanding presence that made others stand up +and take notice. A man who valued diplomacy, but who would not shy +away from suitable military might when needed. His presence was like +that of a great grizzly bear, with burning eyes that could induce fear and +respect, but that could also transform at a moment's notice, into those +of a child's cuddly teddy bear of old. + The Captain of the Enterprise, wed only to his ship, was a +seasoned explorer and a well respected humanist at heart. Intensely +private, his provincial upbringing was meticulously guarded behind a rigid +formality and carefully polished sophistication. He also knew the value of +diplomacy when needed, yet preferred to reason rather than fight. He +possessed a charm and intensity that could make the strong quiver and +the infatuated, swoon. And so these two men came together again, to +work out the details of their next assignments. + + "Captain, I am very glad to see you again. We're fortunate that your +superiors have permitted you to at least participate, if only for a short time, +in our negotiations," Adama noted. + "The feeling is mutual Commander. We're here to offer our services. +Star Fleet realized that due to the number of delegates that you plan on +sending, my ship was the largest available to accommodate them. Of +course, we also have the means to get you to the Conference site on +Pacifica in a timely fashion, seeing that your fastest ships are only +capable of light speed, equivalent to our warp one," Picard replied. + "Yes, our scientists are still fascinated by this technology that you +call 'warp speed'. If only we had access to such technology." + "Perhaps the Federation will agree to work with you to develop such +a capability, particularly since you were well on your way to discovering it +on your own." + "I certainly hope so Captain. It would surely reduce our almost +infinite universe down to a more manageable size," Adama chuckled. + "So, when will your people be ready to be underway?" Picard asked. + "Well, very soon I expect. Presently, we are preparing to hold the +final vote on our people's wishes, specifically, whether we should choose +to formally apply for Federation membership or not." + "And how do you feel the vote will go?" + "That, I do not know. Most of our people however, expressed much +excitement when they were shown the pictures of Earth, so I expect that +most will agree to settle there. Unfortunately, many of our political types +have openly voiced their reservations, and I believe they seem to prefer +the status quo." + "I see. Well, keep me informed on your status and then we can +prepare to be on our way." + "I will Captain and again, I thank you for your cooperation and +understanding." + "You are most welcome, and to end on a more positive note, I just +wanted to say that I believe that you and your people will enjoy the beauty +of Pacifica. If anything, it should provide you with a much needed vacation +of sorts." + "I'm looking forward to arriving there." + "Very good. Picard out." + + --o-- + + The Officer's Club aboard the Battlestar Galactica was nearly empty +but for a few Warriors. The small viewscreen built into the wall was +droning incessantly with talk show interviews and audience participation +programs. Lieutenants Boomer, Jolly and Greenbean sat around a table +near the viewscreen, trading war stories, insults, and exaggerated +explanations of their latest escapades. + The interview program that was currently being broadcast by the +Inter-Fleet Broadcasting, or more commonly known as the "IFB", abruptly +ended and segued to a commercial. Boomer casually looked up at the +screen and watched in fascination. + "These are pictures of Earth, the jewel of the United Federation of +Planets. Here, you can experience an almost infinite variety of individuals, +tastes and styles, with technology designed to free you from the stresses +of everyday life. A cashless society, where your every desire can be +fulfilled." The images of Earth suddenly switched to pictures of different +Star Fleet vessels and their crews. + The narrator continued, "Protected by Star Fleet and home to the +headquarters," shift to photo of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge, +"of the Federation, the planet Earth can provide you and your family with +security and comfort that will rival that of your former Colony." Shift to a +textual image of a ballot. + "When the time comes, vote YES for your Colony to join the +Federation. This message was sponsored by the 'Citizens for Federation +Membership'." Fade to black. + "Boy," Boomer exclaimed, "what a sell job. I'm telling you, they +make Earth look like the only planet in the universe." + "Yeah well have you seen the commercial that trashes Earth?" Jolly +remarked with a chuckle. + "No, I think I missed that one. Considering how many of these +things they've run, I'm surprised I haven't seen it," Boomer replied. + "Well those ads are NOTHING compared to the one by that group +who wants to go back," Greenbean added. + "Huh? What group? Go back where?" Jolly exclaimed. + "Back to the Colonies," Greenbean responded. + "Who the hell wants to go back there?" Jolly continued. + "Believe it or not, alot of people," said Greenbean. + "And how do they propose to do that?" Boomer interjected. + "Oh, I heard that they want to join up with some mercenaries and +ex-Star Fleet types, assemble an armada, and head back through the +void." + "That's crazy. They'd be slaughtered," Boomer replied. + "Not only slaughtered, but they'd end up drawing the whole damn +Cylon Empire back here," Jolly added. + "Speaking of Cylons, whatever happened to Baltar? I know he +turned tail and ran as usual, but have they tracked him?" Greenbean +asked. + "Seems Baltar ran into a lucky break," Boomer began. "I heard +that the scanner frequencies on his Baseship somehow triggered the +entrance to a previously unknown passageway or shortcut to the border +of Federation space. In fact, the Star Fleet folks are busy trying to +reproduce those frequencies to open the passage up again. They're +mighty worried that this wormhole is being used covertly by their +enemies." + "Passageway, huh? You mean after all these yahrens, with all +the technology that these people have and they're just now finding +shortcuts??" Jolly quipped. + "Seems they spent most of their time perfecting faster means of +travel," Boomer said, after taking a swallow of his ale. + "Yeah, like somehow, miraculously, going faster than light speed," +Greenbean added sarcastically. + "Actually, Commander Data, the Second Officer aboard the +Enterprise, attempted to explain that to me and he claims that in reality, +their ships are NOT going faster than light. He said something about +their engines being able to generate a 'warp field' or 'warp bubble' or +something like that. I don't know. All I care about is whether we can +get there from here in one piece!" Boomer remarked. + "That's DEFINITELY the most important part, especially when you +look at the way YOU fly a Viper, Boom Boom," Lt. Greenbean teased. + "Hey hold on guys. Look," Jolly interrupted, "there's the ad." + On the viewscreen was a young, brown-haired man, obviously from +the planet Taurus, standing in front of a row of the Twelve Colonial flags. +He looked straight at the camera while calmly but firmly saying, "Yes, we +welcome you to join us in our effort to take our worlds back, to take our +system back. We have the courage. We have the fire power. We need +YOU. Do you want to go around for the rest of your lives running from +system to system? Living like animals packed aboard a freighter? +Dumped on strange worlds where Humans have no control? Vote NO for +Federation membership. Vote NO for scattering ourselves on alien +worlds. Vote YES to maintain the Council of the Twelve and OUR +cultures. Vote YES to take back your destiny." The man disappeared +and a voiceover then said, "Paid for by members of 'Return Now!', a non- +profit organization." Fade to black. + Stunned, Boomer said, "Looks like trouble." + "Yeah, you're telling me. Does the Skipper know about this?" Jolly +asked. + "I don't know but I think that he, the Colonel, AND the Commander +ought to be told," Boomer replied. + + ----- + + Casseopia impatiently paced back and forth in front of a row of +lockers in the Galactica's crew quarters, her arms folded close to her +body. + "Starbuck, we really need to take the time to talk," Casseopia +began. + "About what?" Starbuck replied with confusion. + "About US," Casseopia said. + Starbuck sighed as he realized that yet another argument was +about to begin. "Come on Cass. I mean, haven't we been through this +before?" + "Yes we have, but things have changed and I want to know how +that will affect our relationship." + "Whaddya mean? I don't see where..." + "Well I do. Tell me Starbuck, do you plan on going to Earth to +live? What's going to happen to the Colonial Warriors? What about the +Galactica? What about MY job? What about me?" + "Well... I don't know, I've thought about it. We still haven't heard +the final word on what will happen to the Colonial Warriors. I think they +did say that we might be able to join Star Fleet, but see, I don't think that +THAT'S my style. I'm a Warrior and Star Fleet doesn't seem too +interested in Warriors." + "That's just it Starbuck and that's why we have to sit down and talk +about this seriously." + A little irritated, Starbuck responded, "Right now Cassie, I can't, +and not just because of what's happened. It's just that... well, I really +haven't decided yet." + "Decided what? Whether you're going to leave your job or me?" + "Hey come on, that's not fair." + "Isn't it? Well when you're finished 'deciding', you know where to +find me, otherwise, don't bother." Casseopia then stormed out of the +crew quarters. + "Hey Cass, wait! Come on." + + ----- + + Boxey sat on the floor with his robot daggit and watched while his +father pulled his civilian clothes out of a drawer and neatly placed them +in a metal suitcase. + "Dad, can I come with you to the Enterprise? Can I?" the young +boy begged. + "I don't know Boxey, it may be really boring," was the Colonial +Captain's reply. + "But I heard there were loads of kids on the Enterprise. Ones who +are my age," he insisted. + Apollo stopped momentarily, placed his hands on his hips, and +sighed as he began to consider the idea. + "Actually, that is true. I don't think they'll mind one more child. +Besides, you really do need to be with children your own age." + "Then I can go?" + Apollo began to chuckle and shake his head at his son's uncanny +ability to charm. "Sure, you can go, sport." + "And Muffit too?" + "Yes, Muffit can go too." + "YAY!" Boxey shouted, and he jumped up and ran over to hug his +father. Muffit began to bark excitedly, and then he finally decided to +hobble over and join in. + + ----- + + Apollo walked into the Officer's Club, grabbed Lieutenant Boomer, +and motioned him off to the side, away from the others in the room. He +then whispered, "Hey look Boomer, what I'm about to say is coming from +the heart. Of all the Warriors who'll be staying behind here, you're the +ONLY one who I can trust to take charge, so... I'm officially putting you +in command of Blue Squadron." + "Gee thanks Apollo. I mean, you go flying off to party on some +recreation planet, with beautiful beaches, beautiful oceans, and I assume, +beautiful women, and I'm stuck here to mend the fences and watch the +herds," Boomer teased. + "Seriously, Boomer. I meant what I said." + "Yeah, I know, thanks. I won't let you down Captain." + "I know you won't. Look, take care, okay?" Apollo said, grabbing +Boomer's inner forearm. + "Yep and don't do anything I wouldn't do," Boomer replied, +completing the Warrior's handshake by grasping Apollo's inner forearm +in return. + "And the same to YOU buddy," the Captain said with a chuckle. +"Don't think I don't hear about what goes on around here when I'm away +on a mission." + "Huh?" Boomer said, feigning ignorance and looking up at the +ceiling. "Don't know WHAT you're talking about..." + "See ya." Apollo replied as he turned and headed for the door. + Boomer reached out, caught the Captain's arm, and said, "Oh, +and one other thing I forgot to tell you. Ever hear about that group that +calls themselves 'Return Now!'?" + Apollo thought for a moment and then answered, "I'm not sure, +the name sounds familiar..." + "Well to make this quick, they plan on going back to the +Colonies." + "What?" + "That's right. A bunch of us just saw their commercial on the IFB. +They're recruiting. Just wanted to let you know," Boomer noted. + Apollo sighed and responded, "You know, after all we've been +through to get here, and our people ACTUALLY want to go back?" + "Yeah. I'm just afraid they may try to instigate something here +while the Commander and the Council are gone." + "I see what you mean. Look Boomer, I think you're responsible +enough to handle it. Do what you can. The most important thing right +now is for us to get through these negotiations, get a 'yes' vote from the +Federation on our application for membership, and then go from there. +We gotta do this thing one step at a time. I don't want to start jumping +ahead of the game by trying to predict what MIGHT happen later on +down the road. Just hold down the fort for me buddy, okay?" + "I'll try to do the best I can Apollo. Take care of yourself and +good luck," Boomer solemnly said. + "And good luck to you too, Boom Boom." + + --o-- + + Jean-Luc Picard stood in the Transporter Room, with arms held +closely to his sides, as he watched the twinkling beam begin to take +shape. When the beam ceased, the man who now appeared, dressed +in a close-fitting navy blue and silver-trimmed uniform, stood shaking +slightly as he took a deep breath to force back the nausea and +dizziness he felt. + "Commander Adama, welcome again aboard the Enterprise," +Picard said jovially. + Adama took another deep breath before he spoke. "Thank you +Captain. I AM in one piece, am I not? I feel a slight dizziness." + Picard quickly stepped up to the transporter pad and assisted +the man down the steps. "You should be fine Adama. The effects of +the transport are only temporary. Unfortunately, some feel it more than +others. After a while, we all get used to it. Actually, I'm glad that you +agreed to at least try it. You'll find that it is much more efficient than a +shuttle." + "Efficient perhaps, but highly disorienting, Captain," Adama +managed. "However, seeing that I made it here intact, I expect that I +will survive." + Picard chuckled and agreed, "Yes Commander, I believe you will. +Please, let me show you to your quarters. I am certain that you will +find them most luxurious." + "Thank you Captain. Oh, and I will need to have access to one +of your communications terminals so that I can contact my +Commanding Officer, Colonel Tigh." + "Of course, there is one in your quarters. If you wish, we can +establish a secure channel between you and your ship as well." + "That would be much appreciated." + + ----- + + "Captain, the U.S.S. Victory has arrived with Admiral Baird and +a number of Federation Ambassadors and delegates. They're ready to +transport at our earliest convenience," Riker reported, over the intercom +to the Captain's Ready Room. + "Very good, Number One. Signal the Victory that we're ready to +bring the Admiral on board. I will meet him shortly in Transporter Room +3. Also, coordinate the transport of the delegates with the Transporter +Chief. Oh, and one final thing, inform the Captain of our best wishes on +his next assignment," Picard added. + "Aye sir." + + ----- + + The transporter beam activated and the resulting blue-white light +slowly coalesced into a moderately tall, somewhat paunchy, gray-haired +man dressed in an Admiral's uniform. + "Jonathan, good to see you again! My God, how long has it +been?" Jean-Luc Picard beamed, as he firmly grasped Admiral Baird's +outstretched hand and motioned him towards the exit to the corridor. +The two men began to walk and talk excitedly. + "Jean-Luc, it's been way too long, you old devil, and what the hell +are you still doing here anyway? Didn't they offer you a position as +Commandant of Star Fleet Academy?" + "How did you...?" + "Come on Jean-Luc. You know nothing's a secret at HQ. We all +want to know when you plan on passing the torch to the kids and stop all +this running around from system to system. It's high time for you to get +on with the REAL happenings in Star Fleet." + "My, my, my, you haven't changed one bit, have you?" Picard +chuckled. "You don't have to worry about me my friend, I'm very happy +where I am, thank you." + "You can't be serious." + "As serious as I can get. So... moving on to a more pleasant +topic... how's Arlene and the kids?" Picard asked, quickly changing the +subject. + "Arlene's just fine. In fact, she's just been promoted to 'Director +of Fleet Information Services'. Would you believe it? And this for a +woman who almost managed to flunk every composition course she +took at the Academy!" Baird remarked with a laugh. "Oh and by the +way I'm a grandfather again, to a little boy, Jonathan J. Baird the third!" +he proudly added. + "Congratulations. I'm really happy for you Jonathan." + "Well I'm not happy for you, Jean-Luc. You still haven't told me +why you passed up that promotion." + "Jonathan, not again..." + "No really. At least give me something that I can pass along to +you know who, so he can get off my back." + "Picard let out a long sigh and shook his head in resignation. +"Boothby...he's at it again," he mumbled under his breath. "Really +Jonathan... it's just that, well... as I said before, I'm very happy where +I am right now and I'm really not a 'political type', if you know what I +mean." + "I see... just as I figured. Well, I just hope you know what you're +doing, old friend. I feel blessed for what I have... my career, my family." + "Believe me when I tell you that there is NO doubt in MY mind. +Besides, you've lived a charmed life ever since the day I met you. +Record-breaking promotions, youngest Admiral..." + "Well, they offered ME the position of Commandant of the +Academy, Jean-Luc. It's official. No more 'Acting'. I can start when +I'm through here." + "And you plan on taking it?" + "Damned RIGHT I'm taking it! I made a bargain with an old +acquaintance of mine a long, long time ago, back when we were at the +Academy. I promised to enjoy my life to the fullest and I don't plan on +stopping now." + The two men finally arrived at the door to the guest quarters. + "Ah... here we are," Picard observed, as he punched a few +buttons on a panel next to the door. "I hope you find that your quarters +are adequate." + "More than adequate Jean-Luc," came the response, as the +Admiral stepped inside the cabin and spun around to admire the +spaciousness of the room. "You know, I actually envy your having +command of a Galaxy Class ship. Sure beats those old tubs we +used to tool around in back in the old days, doesn't it?" + "You'll get no argument from me, although I do sometimes miss +those tubs now and then. These larger vessels are well appointed, +true, but sometimes I find them a bit impersonal." + "You can reminisce all you want Picard, but give me a big, fast +ship and a star to guide me and I'll be in seventh heaven." + Picard shook his head and laughed. "Still the same old J. J. +Listen, if there's anything, and I mean ANYTHING you need, just call. +Good enough?" + "Aye, aye Captain." + "I'll see you later this evening at the banquet. You will be able +to attend?" + "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Jean-Luc." + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard sat in his Ready Room reviewing the crew's leave +schedule when Lieutenant Worf's voice boomed over the intercom. + "Captain, the Galactica's Alpha Shuttle, with the Colonial Council +of the Twelve, is requesting permission to dock." + "Very good Mister Worf. Bring them in the Main Shuttle Bay. +Number One, Mister Worf, Counselor Troi, would you accompany me +to the Shuttlebay? Mister Data, you have the Con," Picard ordered. + + ----- + + Picard, Riker, Troi, and Commander Adama stood calmly on +the side of the bay as the Galactica shuttle glided in, reversed its +thrusters, and came to a halt near the center. The hatch popped open +as the engine whine began to die down. Lieutenants Sheba and +Starbuck stepped through the doorway and began to walk towards the +Enterprise's crew. Then Casseopia, Boxey, and Captain Apollo came +out and joined the others at the side of the bay. + Captain Picard extended his hand to each and remarked, +"Welcome again aboard the Enterprise. We are glad to have you here +once more. I believe that your group is the last to come on board. We +should be ready to be underway shortly." + "Captain... Father," Apollo acknowledged, nodding to each. + "Grandfather!" Boxey exclaimed, as he ran over to Adama, with +arms held high, indicating that he wanted to be picked up. + "Boxey!" Adama replied with a big smile, as he swept the boy up +in his arms. "How was your trip here?" + "Neat! But how did you get here before us?" + "Well Boxey," Adama began, "it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you +later on tonight," he replied as he put Boxey down. + "Come on Boxey," Apollo said, "we gotta put your things away." + Deanna walked over to the young boy and said, "He's adorable. +How old is he?" + "I'm almost seven yahrens old!" Boxey answered. + "Wow! You're almost grown," Deanna teased. + Boxey began to blush and then he spotted Picard looking at him +with amusement. He walked over and stood in front of the Enterprise's +Captain, rigid as if at attention. He then asked, "Are you the +Commander of this ship?" + Riker tried to stifle a snicker as Picard briefly looked his way and +then turned back to Boxey. "Yes, I am young man." + Muffit hobbled over, sat by Boxey's side, and began to bark. + "A robot dog?" Deanna inquired, with fascination. + "He's a daggit!" Boxey quickly corrected. "His name is Muffit!" + "Well Boxey, I'll have my Second Officer show you and your father +the play area, where there are other children," Picard offered. + "Yes sir!" Boxey replied, with a salute of his hand. + Picard chuckled, tapped his Comm badge, and said, "Picard to +Data." + "Data here." + "Commander, could you report to the Main Shuttle Bay please." + "Aye sir," was the reply. + The members of the Council and their assistants continued to file +out of the shuttle. Commander Riker walked towards them. + "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Enterprise. My +name is Commander William Riker, the First Officer, and this is +Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi, our ship's Counselor. Please, you +may come this way." + As the Councillors moved towards Riker and Troi, the Galactica's +Officers gathered around Adama, and Worf stepped over to them saying, +"I will escort you to YOUR quarters. Please follow me." + At that point, Data entered the bay, spoke briefly to Captain +Picard, and then walked over to Apollo and Boxey. + "Captain, I am pleased to see you again," Data remarked. + "Commander," Apollo replied. "This is my son Boxey," he added. + "The Captain would like me to escort you to your quarters and then +to the play area." + "Sounds good to me. Hey Starbuck," he then said, looking over at +his Junior Officer, "catch you later." + Starbuck responded, "Right, later." + The various groups then exited the Shuttle Bay. + + ----- + + As the Enterprise swiftly raced towards Pacifica, the guests +meandered through the ship, either to the Lounges, their quarters, or +the various Holodecks. A tall, dark-haired and black-eyed man walked +into Ten Forward, spotted Sheba, and immediately walked towards her +table. + "Excuse me, anyone sitting here?" Ambassador Marks asked the +young woman seated alone at a table near the panoramic center window. + "Uh, well no," Lieutenant Sheba hesitantly replied. + "Good. May I join you?" + Sheba looked around the Lounge at a number of empty tables and +then responded with resignation, "Uh, no, I don't mind. Please, sit +down." + "How rude I am. I haven't properly introduced myself..." + "Aren't you one of the Ambassadors? I think I recall you speaking +with members of our Council." + "Marks. My name is Darrion Marks. And you are..." + "Sheba. Lieutenant Sheba." + "Sheba. What a beautiful name. What is it that you do, Sheba?" + "I'm a member of the Colonial Fleet, a Warrior, a fighter pilot. I'm +in command of Silver Spar Squadron," she proudly stated. + "Fighter pilot?" Marks said with surprise. "You don't strike me as +the type." + "Really," Sheba began, somewhat insulted by his implication, +"and what DO I 'strike' you as?" + "Why, there is a planet in the Federation. It is called Haven. A +beautiful planet, full of peace-loving people. And on this planet, there is +a group of women who are known as 'The Healers'. Very, very beautiful +women who, legend has it, can cure a man's soul just by having him +gaze upon them." + "Oh now come on, you can't be serious. If it wasn't for your +pleasantness, I'd come right out and say that you're handing me a +line..." + Chuckling, the Betazoid said, "Hmmm, you don't believe me, do +you?" + "Not for a centon." + "Centon, eh? Well to be truthful, there IS a planet called Haven +and there is a sect of women on this planet from the planet Minara. +These women ARE believed to be healers. Few have had the +opportunity to meet with them since their society is secret. However, +I was fortunate to have been invited to their dwelling place." + Suspiciously, Sheba responded, "I see, and how did you +manage that? How was it that YOU were invited and no one else?" + Smiling, Marks replied, "The women are empaths, TRUE +empaths. As a telepath and empath myself, I was welcomed there, as +are most Betazoids." + "Uh huh, and what is it that they do?" + "Well, as full empaths, they have the ability to absorb the +emotions of others. In fact, they can actually transfer those emotions +from any individual to themselves. Once transferred, they apparently +have the ability to dissipate those emotions, particularly the bad ones, +so as not to cause harm to themselves." + "I see. I guess I learn something new every centauri," Sheba +remarked. + "Have you been to the Holodecks?" Darrion Marks asked, quickly +changing the subject. + "NO!! I keep hearing everyone talk about them but I've never been +in one." + "Would you like to see one?" + Hesitating, Sheba replied, "Well actually..." + "Oh come on, I won't bite you. I'd like to show you my planet." + "Your planet? You mean Betazed?" + "Yes. There are beautiful gardens there with exotic flowers, +whose sweetness can almost make you dizzy, and plants that will sing +you to sleep at night." + "How poetic," Sheba said, with skepticism. "But how can +you..." + "Oh, a long time ago, I developed a program for the Holodeck to +bring with me since I'm away from home all the time. Over the years, +I've refined the program. I don't often get the chance to come on board +the larger ships that are equipped with Holodecks like the Enterprise, +so I try to make use of the program whenever I can." + "Well..." + "All jokes aside, I think you'll like it. Do you like flower +gardens?" + "Sure. Except for the little time I could find to spend on the Agro +ships, it's been so long since I had the chance to walk through a real +garden." + "Well then what're we waiting for??" + Sheba, now relaxed and giggling finally relented and said, "Yeah, +what ARE we waiting for?" + + ----- + + "Okay delegates, that's it. That's the end of the tour for the day. +Anyone have any questions?" Riker asked. + The Councillor from Picon immediately spoke. "Commander, we +are very grateful that you took the time from your most important duties +to accommodate us. I think that all of us would agree that your +Federation's technology is truly wondrous." + Politely, Riker responded, "Thank you Councillor. We consider +it our duty to make your stay with us as comfortable as possible and +we want to allow you to see and experience some of the benefits of +membership, should you choose to formally apply for it." + The Aquarian Council President then noted, "Commander, many +of our people have expressed grave concerns for their safety. Granted, +we acknowledge your victory against the Cylons, however, we need +your assurances that our military will be fully equipped with your +technology to be able to handle any future attacks." + Somewhat perplexed by the magnitude of the question, the First +Officer replied, "Those military issues that you raise will be fully +addressed at the Federation talks. I believe that Admiral Baird will be +handling that aspect." + "I see. Then I shall await that session or endeavor to speak with +the Admiral myself, just prior. Thank you Commander." + "If there isn't anything else, I will take my leave of you. A +member of our Security staff can escort you to your quarters or to any +of our lounges. Thank you." Riker then nodded his head, turned, and +walked away with a sigh. He mumbled to himself, "The ever-smiling +host. Such is the burden of the First Officer." + "Commander?" + Riker turned and looked at the Betazoid Ambassador. +"Ambassador? What can I do for you?" + "Well, actually... this has nothing to do with the negotiations or +your tour for that matter but..." The man paused briefly, smiled and then +said, "I hear you play a mean game of poker." + Taken back by the comment, a surprised Riker said, "Oh yeah? +Where'd you hear that?" + "Oh, I have my sources," the Betazoid remarked with a sly smile +and a wink. + "And those 'sources' don't happen to be Betazoid, do they?" + Marks began to laugh. "No need. I've heard your name +mentioned all the way from Risa to DS9." + "I see... so, you play?" Riker asked, intrigued by the prospect of +playing cards with a full telepath. + "Occasionally." + "You any good?" Riker challenged. + "I'd say I was fair, IF you consider that I beat Arjus on Toban III." + "Oh come on. YOU actually...? I don't believe it," Riker +countered. + "Actually Commander, I was losing for the first few hands, then I +managed to run into a lucky streak." + "I expect you would, being that you can read minds," Riker said +with skepticism. + "Ah but you forget, I can't read a Ferengi's mind and that's exactly +what Arjus is, right down to the Felosian earring he sports in his ear." + "Still..." + "Listen Commander, if I went through life making it my business to +know everything that everyone I'm exposed to was thinking, my life would +be chaotic, if not rather boring," Darrion Marks noted. + "Boring? I'd think that you'd have an advantage..." + "Yes but then what would be the challenge? I would only develop +a dependency that I really don't want to have. Besides, if Betazoids keep +their minds open twenty-four hours a day, I'm sure you can imagine how +that could eventually drive us mad." + Riker thought for a minute and then said, "True. Deanna tells me +that often enough. Listen, if you're interested, you can join us tomorrow +night. In my quarters. Deck 8." + "I'll be there, and you won't regret it," the Ambassador promised. + "Anyone who can beat that no-good, lying, cheating Ferengi Arjus, +is welcome at MY poker table anytime." + + ----- + + Deanna Troi walked briskly down the corridor, rounded a corner +and nearly collided with a flustered Lwaxana Troi. + "Mother! What are you doing here?" Deanna exclaimed. + "Now Little One, is that any way to greet your mother?" + "But..." + "You should be overjoyed to see me and impressed with the fact +that I will be going to Pacifica to assist in the negotiations between the +Federation and the Colonists." + "But I thought..." Deanna tried to interject. + "Now, now Little... I mean Deanna. I'll be honest. I am only one +of several Betazoid delegates who were selected to help carry out these +negotiations. Of course, I also have an indepth knowledge of the +Conference sites on Pacifica." + Lwaxana resumed her stroll towards her cabin as she continued +her explanation. "The Federation has decided to hold simultaneous, +multilateral talks regarding trade issues, food production, defense +matters and the like, and so naturally, I was selected to assist in +handling the settlements. I am personally in charge of seeing to it that +the Colonists make a smooth transition into the Federation. Isn't that +wonderful? Enough of the subject!! So tell me, what has happened since +I talked to you last? No... never mind that either! Why don't you tell me +about that very handsome, very distinguished, AND very available +Commander Adama I keep hearing mention of..." + "Mother..." the Counselor repeated with a sigh as she followed her +into the guest quarters. "Why is it that every time you come on board, +you go running after some man?" + "Deanna, I resent it when you characterize my greeting and +conversing with certain individuals as 'running after' someone." + "Well you don't seem to realize how it looks to other people." + "And since when have I cared what 'other people' think?" Lwaxana +retorted. "Besides, you forget that I already KNOW what others think +anyway." + "But Mother, you keep insisting on making a big production out +of everything," Deanna noted. + "As I should... as YOU should, Little One. As daughter of the +Fifth.." + "Yes, yes. How many times do you have to keep repeating +that?" + "YOU may want to assimilate with these people, Deanna, but I +never have and never will. I will NOT compromise MY culture and +privileged background." + "You seem to forget that you married one of them AND produced +children." + "Yes, and I will NEVER regret that in the least. Your father was +such a wonderful man. So very understanding. So..." + "Willing to put up with your behavior," Deanna added, completing +the sentence. + "Little One! What has happened to the respect that I taught you +to have for your family? I've had enough. You may leave now." + "But Mother..." + "NOW! Just leave me alone." + + ----- + + Later that afternoon Deanna returned, perched herself on a table +in her mother's bedroom, and innocently asked, "Mother, tell me about +Ambassador Darrion Marks." + "Mr. Homm, please bring that chest with my jewelry. I must look +my best for the Commander of the Colonial Fleet tonight." Lwaxana +Troi was agitated once again and she flitted about the room, stopping +often to admire herself in the large mirror that hung on the wall. + "Mother, are you listening to me?" + "What was that dear...?" + "Darrion Marks..." Deanna repeated. "Your colleague." + "No, no, NO! Not that chest, the other one!" Lwaxana chided her +servant. + Exasperated, Deanna snapped, "Mother!!" + "Deanna, you don't have to raise your voice. I heard you the first +time. I don't know what has happened to you lately. You've really lost all +of your social graces since you came on board this ship." + Deanna began to turn bright red and she balled her fists to +suppress her impatience. + Finally Lwaxana responded, "Darrion Marks... Darr-i-on... Oh yes! +THAT Darrion Marks. He's a member of the Third House, dear. Never +really dealt with them very much. From what I understand, he's spent +the last month on the Galactica, interacting with the Colonists." + "Ah ha... I see..." came the response from the now enlightened +Deanna. + "Not that THAT'S particularly important," Lwaxana replied +defensively. "Granted, the Third House precedes us but what you must +always look at is what each House has accomplished over the +generations. For example..." + "Never mind Mother..." Deanna broke in. + "Besides," Lwaxana continued. "He volunteered to work with +those... those DREADFUL Cardassians. Crude people, if you ask me." + "Cardassians?" Troi said with alarm. + "The Truce little one, the Truce. Mr. Homm, where is the suitcase +with my shoes?!" + + --o-- + + Boxey wandered around the playroom, a little overwhelmed by all +the toys and games and children who milled about. He spotted a +strange-looking boy, somewhat older than he but not much taller. He +walked over to him and tentatively asked, "What's your name?" + "Alexander," the young Klingon replied. "What's yours?" + "Boxey. My name's Boxey. You're not a Human, are you?" + "I'm a Klingon," Alexander proudly stated. "But I'm part Human +too." + "What are Klingons?" Boxey asked. + "Klingons are warriors," Alexander replied. + "MY dad's a Warrior. I'm gonna be a Warrior too, when I grow +up." + "I bet he's not as strong as my dad. MY dad's Chief of Security." + "Well my dad's Captain of the whole Blue Squadron!" + "What's that?" + "They're all Warriors, like Starbuck and Boomer and Jolly." + "What do they do?" Alexander asked with intense curiosity. + "They fight the Cylons in their Vipers!" Boxey said excitedly. + "What's a Cylon? What're Vipers?" + "The Cylons are the bad guys. They hate Humans. They killed +my Mom. A Viper's a ship. It can fly real fast!" Boxey explained. + "Oh..." Alexander replied, trying to envision what the fighter ship +must look like. Then he had a great idea. "You wanna see something +neat?" + "Yeah!" Boxey replied. + The two quickly ran out of the playroom, Alexander leading the +way, and headed down the corridor. A few minutes later, they stopped in +front of a Holodeck door. + "Computer?" the Klingon boy ordered. "Run program 'Alexander, +Warrior One', difficulty level one." + "Program complete. Enter when ready," the computerized voice +acknowledged. + "Wanna be a warrior right now?" Alexander asked. + "How?" Boxey answered with curiosity. + "Come on, I'll show you." + As the two approached the Holodeck entrance, the doors +immediately parted to reveal a dark and dismal scene. The remains of a +small village, stark and abandoned, lay in front of their eyes. Debris was +strewn everywhere. + "What happened here?" Boxey asked with a slightly hesitant voice, +as he looked around at the desolation. "Where are we? Where are all +the people?" + "There are no people," Alexander replied, eyes widening with +excitement and anticipation. "But there are monsters here who'll try to +kill you so keep your eyes open." + "I don't wanna stay here. I'm scared," was the now frightened +reply. + "I thought you were a warrior?" + "But I'm still little. When I grow up, I'll be the best Warrior in +the universe. You'll see," Boxey said defensively. "You just wait..." + All of a sudden, a large figure leapt out in front of the two boys +and held a long, metal pole in front of them. When the thing lifted it's +head, the skeletal face glowed in the dim light. + "Boxey screamed and turned to run towards the Holodeck exit. +He stopped short and stared in confusion at an old, wooden +wheelbarrow and a tree where the doors had previously been. Quickly, +he reeled around again to look for his new friend and watched in horror +as Alexander had retrieved a large sword of some kind and had begun to +battle the creature. Boxey scooted around to the rear of the +wheelbarrow and crouched down low. + "Hey Boxey," Alexander yelled, "I need your help!" + "No! I'm scared! I wanna go home." + Suddenly, a low-pitched voice boomed from behind. + "ALEXANDER! What are you doing here?! Computer! Freeze +program!" Worf bellowed. + Boxey, terrified as it was, watched with disbelief as the horrifying +creature froze in place, metal pole held at an awkward angle, just as it +was about to come crashing down on Alexander's head. + "You did NOT request my permission to leave the play area. +Captain Apollo is looking for his son. Where is he? The other children +said that he was with you," Worf demanded. + Sheepishly, Alexander replied, "He's over there, behind that old +wheelbarrow." + "Worf walked over to the wheelbarrow and slowly knelt down near it. +He spotted the small boy shivering on the ground behind it. With a calm +voice and reassuring words, he stated, "It is alright Boxey. None of this +is real. Nothing here will hurt you." + Softly whimpering, Boxey replied, "Promise?" + "Promise," Worf answered with a sympathetic smile threatening +to curl on his lips. + Slowly, tentatively, the small boy emerged from behind one large, +wooden wheel and stepped into the open. + "You see?" Worf confirmed. "It IS alright. Watch me carefully." +He stood up straight and ordered, "Computer. End program." + All of a sudden, the village, the creature and everything else in +the area disappeared. Left in their place were Alexander, Worf, Boxey +and an empty black room. On the walls, parallel yellow lines traversed +and intersected each other, from floor to ceiling. + "WOW!" Boxey responded with amazement, his fear now gone. +"Neat! What is this place?" + "It is called a Holodeck but it is time for us to go now. Alexander, +I want you to return to our quarters. I will deal with you later." + "Yes sir," Alexander mumbled. + "Come on Boxey, your father is looking for you," the Security +Chief stated, as he grabbed the Human boy's hand and left the Holodeck. + + ----- + + When Worf and Boxey entered the play area, Apollo, who was +talking to one of the teachers, spotted them, nodded a thank you to +the teacher, and walked over to the Klingon. + "Oh good, you found him. Thanks, I really appreciate it," Apollo +said with relief. + "Boxey was with my son on one of the Holodecks. I will +PERSONALLY see to it that Alexander apologizes publicly to you," +Worf replied flatly. + "That's okay. There's no need. No harm done," Apollo +answered sincerely, while playfully tossling his son's hair. + "I feel that there IS a need," Worf insisted. "They were +participating in a program that is TOO intense for a young Human child. +I assure you that this will NOT happen again." + A little concerned, Apollo asked, "Boxey, what happened?" + "I'm okay Dad. They said that the whole thing was fake. It was +a warrior program! Alexander was fighting with some skeleton monster +and..." + "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down... slow down. What do you +mean 'fighting'...?" + "Captain," Worf interrupted, "this technology may be a bit difficult +to explain but..." + "Try me." + "Very well. The Holodeck is a device that is capable of taking +energy from the ship's stores and converting it into matter, in a process +similar to that used for our transporters and replicators. It can be +programmed to reproduce almost any object or event." + "I don't quite follow you..." + "Generally, most crew members use the Holodeck for leisure, for +example, to re-create a beach or a mountain or a park. Others, like +myself, program it for calisthenics or other exercises. It is capable of +creating an opponent for competition." + "Wait a centon. You mean you people can create a person?? A +real live person?" Apollo asked with confusion. + "Yeah Dad!" Boxey interjected. "You should see..." + "Hold on Boxey..." Apollo interrupted. "Let me get this straight," +he continued. "This thing... this 'Holodeck', can actually..." + "Captain Apollo," Worf finally responded, "Holodeck 'matter', can +ONLY exist inside the Holodeck chamber, and no... the 'person' is NOT +alive." + "This is really beginning to become a little overwhelming to me +Lieutenant. First you tell me that you people can disassemble +someone, 'beam' them over to another location, and then re-assemble +them, and my father, of all people volunteered to try it! Now you talk +about re-creating people and mountains and parks out of thin air. I +mean, this can't be for real." + "Believe it Captain. If you want, I can show you what I'm talking +about." + "I would very much like to see what you're talking about, but right +now, I don't have the time. I have to get to that banquet and I'm running +late as it is. Maybe later." + "As you wish," Worf replied. He nodded and then left the room. + "Listen Boxey... just stay around here or in our quarters, okay? +I don't want you wandering around the ship," Apollo cautioned. He +squatted down to reach Boxey's eye level, pointed his index finger in a +scolding but light-hearted manner and said, "Get it?" + "Got it!" was the expected reply. + "Good!" came the finale. "Okay sport, let's go," Apollo said, after +a playful poke to Boxey's mid-section. He stood up straight again and +held out his hand. + "Aye, aye sir!" Boxey proudly proclaimed, with a quick hand salute. +He reached for his father's pro-offered hand and the two left the playroom. + + ----- + + Apollo and Boxey returned to their quarters on the Enterprise. +Apollo, knowing that he would be late arriving at the banquet in Ten +Forward, moved quickly to ready Boxey for bed. + "Dad, is it true about what they said? That we're not really going +to Earth?" Boxey innocently inquired. + "Boxey, who's been talking to you?" Apollo asked, as he pulled +Boxey's tunic over his head and pulled on his pajama top. + "Well, my friend Pip and my friend Teela and..." + "Listen to me Boxey, whatever happens, WE will be going to +Earth." + "But what about Starbuck?" + "What about him? I'm sure he's..." + "THAT'S not what I heard. I heard that he and Casseopia got mad +at each other and had a big fight. I heard that..." + "That's enough, Boxey!" Apollo snapped. Then, apologetically he +said, "Look, I'm sorry I got mad at you but... alot has happened +recently, you know, all the excitement about finding the Earth people, +and sometimes the excitement can make people say and do things that +they really don't mean." + "Like when I stayed up real late and I was tired and I got mad at +Boomer?" Boxey suggested, as he slid his pants off and stepped into +his pajama bottoms. + "That's exactly right, Boxey." + Shifting to his mischievous side, Boxey then remarked, "I STILL +think that Starbuck wants to stay on the Galactica." + "Boxey... let's drop it. No more talking about Starbuck, okay? +Time for bed." + "Okay," Boxey relented. + "Okay. Up you go," Apollo said, while gently lifting his son up +on the bed. + "Dad?" + "Huh?" + "Promise me that we're going to Earth?" + "I promise, now go to sleep." + "Aye, aye Captain!" + + ----- + + Seated at a desk in his guest quarters aboard the Enterprise, +Commander Adama was conversing with the man on his small +viewscreen. "Let me get this straight Tigh, the referendum question on +the ballot has changed?" he asked with dismay. + "I'm afraid so sir. There was so much outcry among the people, +that whole ships threatened to boycott the vote entirely unless the +question was changed," the frustrated Colonel Tigh replied. + "Hmmm, so what is the question now, may I ask?" Adama +inquired with a hint of sarcasm. + "Well... unless they made a change since I last checked, the +'question' has become 'questions'." + "And?" + "Well, one question asks whether we should join the Federation +as a whole group OR have the right to choose by planet affiliation," was +the reply. + "Just as I feared. And what else?" the Colonial Commander asked. + "The other questions appear to break down along planetary lines, +for example, 'should OUR colony reside on Earth or should WE seek +out another world, either habited or uninhabited', and so on," Tigh +explained. + "So how is the vote running now?" + "The Inter-Fleet Broadcasting is reporting that it's running about +two to one for allowing each Colony to decide it's own fate. The results +of the local questions haven't been reported yet." + "I see..." Adama paused to contemplate and then he said +forlornly, "Then it looks like the breakup of the Colonies." + "It looks that way Commander, however, I've heard some talk +about trying to maintain the Planetary Council of the Twelve, at least +de-facto." + "How will that be possible, if we scatter ourselves among the +stars? The Council was maintained over thousands of yahrens due to +the fact that we all resided in a single system. Now..." + "I know Adama..." the Colonel responded. "I guess they were +considering keeping the Council in place for 'ceremonial' functions." + "And I know a few members who will NOT be too pleased by THAT +arrangement in the least," Adama added. + "Both sides have been lobbying very hard for their views and it +looks like the nationalistic interests have won out." + "So basically what you are saying is that some of us may join the +Federation while others do not. Some of us will choose to reside on +Earth while others will not." + "From the reports I've heard, that appears to be the sentiment. In +fact, another scenario that has drawn alot of support, believe it or not, +was put forth by a group who wants to return to our home worlds. This +group has even gone as far as drawing up plans for rebuilding efforts," +Tigh remarked. + "What?? What about the Cylons?" Adama exclaimed. + "Well sir, it appears that these people are under the impression +that Star Fleet can protect them from the Cylons." + "Star Fleet? How? Our Colonies are not within their space. They +will NEVER agree to an arrangement like that. We were fortunate that +they pulled some strings and bent some rules to even intercede on our +behalf when we were under attack!" + "I realize that Adama, but some are even talking about somehow +'obtaining' the Federation's technology, refitting their ships, and +returning to destroy the Cylons once and for all." + Adama began to rub his closed eyelids as he said, "My God, are +they mad? I fear that I have truly underestimated our people. What I'd +hoped would be our salvation may indeed turn out to be our undoing." +He sighed heavily and then said with resignation, "Very well Tigh, +keep me informed. I will relay what you have told me to the appropriate +Federation officials. Apparently, they are going to have to make some +sort of special arrangements to accommodate the different Colonies." + "Aye sir, and one other thing that I think MAY help. It seems +that some of the Colonies who agree on the same issues have +expressed a willingness to work together as a unit. If anything, at +least that will cut down on the number of similar topics that must be +simultaneously negotiated." + "That's good news. At least SOME of our people have agreed to +work together. We may have some hope yet." + "I'll let you know when the final results are in." + "Thank you Colonel. Shortly, I will be attending the final gala +aboard the Enterprise prior to our arrival at Pacifica, if you need to get +to me in an emergency. Adama out." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!news.umbc.edu!eff!news.duke.edu!solaris.cc.vt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTI (part 02/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:13:01 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 900 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + II + + + + + + + Ten Forward was once again filled with many dignitaries who +wandered about, conversed enthusiastically, and helped themselves +to a dizzying assortment of food and drink. Jean-Luc Picard and +Commander Adama stood facing each other, deeply engaged in shop +talk, when a tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed woman approached. + "Excuse me Jean-Luc..." the woman said, interrupting their +conversation. She then turned her attention to the silver-haired man. +"Why... aren't you Commander Adama?" she inquired, with feigned +surprise. + "Ahem..." the slightly embarrassed Captain mumbled. +"Commander, let me introduce you to..." + "Jean-Luc! Really!!! I am QUITE capable of introducing +myself." With practiced flourish, she continued, "Commander Adama, +I am Lwaxana Troi, Daughter of the Fifth House... Holder of the +Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed, AND +Federation Ambassador from the planet Betazed." + "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Ambassador," +Adama politely replied, a little thrown by the woman's formality. + "Just call me Lwaxana," she responded, with a mischievous +smile and a quick succession of eyebrow lifts. + "Whatever you prefer..." A gulp. "Lwaxana..." Adama +answered, again with politeness that now bordered on incredulity. + "I understand that you are descended from royalty, +Commander," Troi suddenly noted, moving to the true purpose of her +conversation. + "In a way, I am," Adama acknowledged. "My family is +descended from the Ninth Lord of Kobol. I wear his seal," he said, +while fingering the sparkling, silver-colored medallion that he +wore around his neck at all times. "We made our residence on the +planet Caprica. I am a full member of the Colonial Council of the +Twelve, as the Representative from Caprica." + "I see..." the Betazoid replied. "Perfect..." she cooed. + "Would the two of you excuse for a moment? I believe that +I am needed elsewhere," Picard shrewdly announced, as he cupped his +hands in front of him, mustered his most diplomatic smile, and +carefully backed away from Adama and Mrs. Troi. He then smoothly +spun in place and headed towards Riker, a now obvious, exasperated +look on his face. + Riker began to slowly smile as Picard approached him. He +then whispered with a smirk, "A prudent exit, sir. Perfect timing." + Out of the corner of his mouth, Picard mumbled, "Number +One, I never thought in my whole life..." A pause. "That I would +EVER have to stoop so low to say..." He then quickly looked around +from side to side and whispered, "'better him than me'." + Riker tried to stifle a laugh as he noted, "Yet you have +now stooped. I NEVER say never." + Picard raised an eyebrow at his First Officer's comment +and then remarked with a slight smile, "Indeed." + + ----- + + "So you're a pilot?" Darrion Marks observed to Lieutenant +Starbuck, as the two stood side by side near the end of the bar in +Ten Forward. + "Sure am. Only place to be. In the cockpit and nothing +around you but stars," was Starbuck's cocky response. + "You realize that if your people join the Federation, you +might not be able to fly that ship of yours," Marks noted. + "Who says anyone's joining the Federation? Besides, I +haven't made up MY mind yet," the Colonial Warrior retorted. + "So where do YOU plan on going?" + "I dunno. I haven't had the chance to check out all the +star systems in this part of space. All I know is that no one's +gonna take MY ship away from me." + "There's been talk about mothballing the Galactica, you +know," the Ambassador remarked. + ""Mothballing'? What's that mean?" + "Using her for scrap," Marks replied matter-of-factly. + "Really..." Starbuck answered with skepticism. "And just +where did you hear THAT one?" + "Oh, I have my sources, Lieutenant." + "Why are YOU so concerned?" Starbuck queried. + "It's my JOB to be concerned" came the retort. + Starbuck frowned, took a sip from his drink, and said in +a hushed voice, "I see... Sounds like you're suggesting that the +Colonists NOT join the Federation." + "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just being truthful with you." + "Truthful," Starbuck echoed flatly, while looking around +the room for any sign of Casseopia. + "Listen, I've met alot of your people and I've come to like many +of them. I'm just trying to help," the Ambassador said, switching +tactics. + "Help? How's that?" the Lieutenant remarked. + "I know for a fact that there are people in Star Fleet who are +just like you... 'Warriors'. They've been fighting with the 'powers +to be' to build and fly a ship like yours," Darrion Marks offered. + "Really...? Starbuck said, now becoming slightly interested +in the conversation. + "In fact, some of them are considering quitting Star Fleet and +joining you," Marks added. + "Joining us?" Starbuck replied with suspicion. "Why? +We're obviously technologically backwards compared to..." + "They're willing to modify your fighters to accommodate +warp technology." + "Warp...?" + "Your ships can only go light speed, correct?" + "Yeah, and...?" + "Imagine going faster than that AND having access to our +phaser technology." + "Faster? Than light?" Starbuck replied with amazement. +"I keep hearing that. How is that poss..." + "Shh... Listen, why don't you come by my quarters later +tonight and I'll tell you all about it," the Betazoid offered. + "Starbuck started shaking his head while commenting, "Uh, +I don't know. If you're talking about something illegal... Not that I'm +Mr. Clean but..." + "Hardly. Besides, you haven't signed anything yet with +the Federation, so anything goes. The longer you hang around here, +the more you'll learn about the OTHERS in this area of space." + "Hmmm... Maybe I'll think about it." + "Think fast, Lieutenant. We don't have much time..." the +Ambassador advised as he walked away and towards an exit. + + ----- + + When Athena glanced up and across the Lounge, she watched +with suspicion as her father moved slowly towards a small table. +On his arm was a woman who she had never seen before. Athena's +deep blue eyes narrowed with displeasure and her sudden brooding +clearly indicated unspoken disapproval. + "Hey Athena, we lost you there. What are you looking at +so intensely?" Sheba asked. + Deanna Troi, who had been sitting and chatting with the +two young women, slowly tilted her head sideways as she began to +feel the confusion in Athena's mind. She looked up and towards the +cause of the confusion and then suddenly bolted upright. She watched +as her mother, arm-in-arm with Commander Adama, moved to sit at +a table. "Mother!" she angrily exclaimed to herself. + Innocently, Sheba looked over in the same direction and +asked, "Hmm... who is that woman with your father, Athena? I've +never seen her before. Actually, she's very beautiful." + Athena quickly suppressed her true feelings and stated +flatly, "I don't know, she's probably one of the Siresses. Ever +since Mother died, they all seem to be hovering around him all +the..." + Troi immediately interrupted her and angrily spat, "That's +my mother!" and she stood and stormed away from the table into the +crowd. + Looking somewhat embarrassed, Sheba managed an "Uh oh..." + Athena retorted with "Uh oh is right!" and she also stood +up and briskly walked away towards the doors of the Lounge. + Just as Athena left, Casseopia and Starbuck approached the +table, hands laden with all sorts of exotic foods. + "Hey Starbuck, Casseopia," Sheba remarked, "Glad to see +you two decided to make up!" she teased. + A concerned Casseopia looked around the room and then +asked, "Sheba, what happened? What's wrong with Athena? Where's +Deanna??" + "You don't want to know," came Sheba's response. + "Uh Sheba..." Starbuck began, "we may not 'want to know', +but we STILL wanna know!" he blurted. + "Okay, you asked for it. Look over there," Sheba relented, +while pointing over in the direction of the Colonial Commander. + "Hmm... and?" A pause. "So what? The Commander is with +an escort. She's probably one of the delegates. Big deal?" Starbuck +remarked. + "It's a big deal alright if the escort just so HAPPENS to +be Deanna Troi's mother." + "Ohhh... I see..." the Lieutenant said. He paused briefly +to consider this new information and then with confusion said, +"Hmmm... actually, I STILL don't get..." A revelation then +occurred. "OH! You think that they, uh..." he began to gesture +with his hands, "That they are, you know..." + "Starbuck..." Casseopia warned. + + ----- + + Deanna stood fuming in front of the large, picturesque window +at the center of Ten Forward, staring out at the kaleidoscopic display +of stars. Data silently approached her from behind. + "Excuse me Counselor." + Troi was suddenly jolted back to awareness and she +immediately turned to face one of the few beings who she could not +sense when he was in her presence. + "What is it Data?" she snapped, a little too harshly than +planned. + "I am sorry if I disturbed you. It was not really that +important." + Data began to turn away and Troi grabbed his arm to stop +him. + "No wait! I'm sorry Data," she replied apologetically. +"It's just that... well, I'm a little irritable tonight, that's +all. It has to do with my mother. I didn't mean to snap at you +like that." + "That is quite alright Counselor. As I noted before, my +query was not that important." + "Go ahead Data. Ask." + "As you wish. Since you brought up the subject of your +mother, I am curious. I have noticed that ever since she +introduced herself to the Galactica's Commander, the two +of them have yet to part company. I find that intriguing. Do you +think that..." + "Oh Data!" Troi nearly sobbed, as she fled past him and +towards the doors. + "Hmmm... Did I say something wrong?" Data asked aloud to +himself while furrowing his brows in a perfect imitation of a Human +in confusion. "I do not recall making any remarks that I would +interpret would case such a reaction." + The android quickly sought out and then spotted Riker on +the other side of the room. He smoothly navigated through the +crowd towards the First Officer, politely nodding and smiling to +anyone who looked his way. + "Excuse me Commander..." Data began. "There seems to be +a... well, a problem." + "What is it Data? What's wrong?" Riker asked, not too +happy about being interrupted. + "I was just talking to Counselor Troi and I happened to +bring up the fact that her mother and Commander Adama have been, +well, quite... inseparable this evening, and all of a sudden, she +looked as if she were ready to cry and she immediately left Ten +Forward. I do not understand." + "Uh oh..." Riker sighed. "I'll go find her. Stay here." + "Sir?" Data quickly injected. "May I suggest that perhaps +she wants to be left alone?" + Riker halted, thought for a bit, and then said, "Maybe +you're right. I might do better if I let her cool off for a while." + + ----- + + Fitted in the finery of his tan and dark-brown dress +uniform, Apollo slowly made his way through the throngs of +delegates and representatives in Ten Forward, in search of his +friends. He finally spotted them and hurried towards their table. + "Starbuck, Sheba, have you seen Athena?" he asked, as he +continued to visually search the room for his sister. + "Hey buddy, thought you weren't gonna make it," Starbuck +responded. + "Had to put Boxey to bed. Where's Athena?" + "Well... I'm afraid she just left," Casseopia volunteered, +as she glanced over at Sheba. + "Left? Why? Wasn't she feeling well?" Apollo inquired +with concern. + "Not after she found out that Deanna Troi's mother has the +hots for your father," Sheba teased, as she looked back at +Casseopia. + "What? Deanna Troi's mother? What are you talking +about?" + "Look over there buddy," Starbuck added, nodding his head +in the direction of Commander Adama and clearing his throat. + After looking across the room, Apollo remarked, "Yeah... +so? She's one of the Betazoid Ambassadors. I'm sure they're +discussing business." + "Think so?" Casseopia giggled, while playfully raising her +eyebrows at the now embarrassed Starbuck. + "Oh now wait a centon... I think you're all blowing this +thing WAY out of proportion," Apollo responded with a little +irritation. + "Tell THAT to Deanna Troi. SHE went storming out of here +right before Athena did!" Sheba added. + "Geez. What MORE can go wrong tonight? Have you seen +Captain Picard?" Apollo sighed. + "He WAS here... actually, I haven't seen him in the past +ten or fifteen centons or so. Maybe he had to go check on the +status of the ship?" Sheba reasoned. + "Yeah, I guess I would do the same." Changing the +subject, he then remarked, "Boy I'm starved, what's good to eat +around here anyway?" + + ----- + + Deanna Troi hastily stepped into the empty turbolift and +leaned back against the wall. When the lift doors closed shut, she +forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply to calm her frayed +nerves. The lift sat motionless for a while and then a familiar +voice declared, "State destination." + "Huh? Oh, Deck 8." + The lift began to move and then it suddenly stopped. The +doors opened and in walked Darrion Marks. + "Hello," he politely said. + "Good evening," Troi calmly replied. + "Deck 6," he then ordered. + Troi suddenly began to shiver and then she abruptly relaxed. +The lift stopped, the doors opened at her level, and she stepped out +into the empty corridor. + "Good night," the dark-haired man replied. + Troi gently nodded in his direction as the doors swished +shut. She was slightly bewildered by the man's characteristically +black, but burning, Betazoid eyes. She stood silently in the +corridor, briefly closing her eyes and then opening them again. +She finally started walking slowly towards her cabin. She was +beginning to feel a slight tug in her mind but she couldn't quite +fix it to a specific person or event. + When she reached the safe confines of her room, she stood +still, groaned slightly and then began to rub her temples, as the +'tugging' sensation intensified. After a while, she walked into +her bathroom and pushed the small button on the counter. The basin +cover slid back to reveal a small, oval-shaped pool of water. She +carefully dipped her hands into the clear, cool liquid and slowly +brought a small amount towards her face. Suddenly, she looked +up in the mirror, squinted her eyes and then screamed in pain, finally +crumbling to the floor in anguish. + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard returned to Ten Forward and immediately +made his way to the front of the room. He sighed as he looked +around at the boisterous crowd. "This is going to be a little +difficult," he remarked to himself. + He stepped over to the bar, found an empty glass and a +drink stirrer, and then resumed his place. He began to sharply rap +the glass with the stirrer while entreating, "May I have your +attention please." + Slowly, the room became silent as all eyes focussed on him. + "Thank you. I am pleased to announce that we have just +now reached the planet Pacifica and we have assumed an orbit around +it." + The people turned to look out of the Lounge windows and +they gasped in surprise and delight to see that the previous view +of streaking stars had indeed been replaced by the steady presence +of a beautiful blue-white planet. + "According to the schedule, your sessions will officially +begin at oh-nine hundred in the morning. I wish to express my +crew's and MY best wishes for a productive day tomorrow," Picard +added, with a nod of the head to the delegates. + They promptly expressed their satisfaction with robust +applause. + Slightly embarrassed, Picard concluded, "Please help +yourself to the many delicacies we are offering this evening and I +am grateful to have had the opportunity to provide you transportation +and our hospitality." + The crowd again murmured it's approval and proceeded to +resume their conversations and merriment. + Picard stepped down from the platform, relieved that this +minor detail was taken care of, and he moved towards his First +Officer. + "Well Number One, I think I'll retire for the evening. +You have..." + A piercing scream cut through the air in the room and +everyone present struggled to locate it's origin. + Upon finding the source, Picard quickly pushed through the +onlookers to find Adama carefully supporting a now weakened Lwaxana +Troi, while trying to guide her back to her chair. "What happened?" he +inquired. + "I don't know," Adama responded, somewhat shaken by the +ordeal. "We were discussing some of her experiences on other +worlds when she suddenly paled and began to scream... as if she +were in some kind of pain." + "Jean-Luc..." Lwaxana pleaded. "Something terrible has +happened. Horrible! You must DO something," she begged. + "Mrs.Troi, please, what is wrong? What has happened?" +Picard asked. + "Horrible..." she gasped. "The pain... must block out the +pain... concentrate... concentrate... calm..." +She took a slow, deep breath. "Alright... It's... it's alright. +I'll be fine now." + "Mrs. Troi, if you can possibly shed ANY light on what has +happened... I think that you may want to go to sickbay as well." + "No, no Jean-Luc. I'm fine." + "Please Lwaxana. I insist. I will escort you there +my..." Picard began. + "Worf to Captain Picard." + Picard tapped his Comm badge and replied, "Picard here." + "Captain, it is imperative that you come to Deck 6, +Section J, right away." + Picard looked up and across the room towards Riker with +worry etched on his face. "On my way. Picard out." A second tap +on the badge terminated the connection. + "Hmmm, I wonder what's up?" the First Officer mumbled to +himself. His concern level immediately shifted up a notch and he +began to visually search the room for the Second Officer. + Picard suddenly looked around at the confused delegates +and with deliberate calm, he began to speak. "Please, delegates. +Everything will be fine. Ambassador Troi is fine. I urge you to +resume what you were doing and enjoy the rest of the evening." + Members of the crowd gazed at each other with some +suspicion but then gradually began to carry on with their +conversations. + Picard turned towards Adama and said, "Will you excuse me? +I need to attend to my Security Officer." + "I understand Captain. I will stay with the Ambassador." + Picard nodded and immediately headed for the double doors +of Ten Forward. + + ----- + + A worried Captain of the Enterprise stepped off the turbolift, +briskly walked down the long corridor, and slowed just in front of the +doors to an Observation Lounge, where two Security guards were +stationed. He walked past them into the small room and suddenly +stopped in his tracks. His face paled and he tried with difficulty to +suppress his sudden nausea. Worf stood up and walked towards +him. + "Captain, one of the Colonial Council President's assistants +found the two of them here. He contacted Security immediately," +Worf stated. + Picard stood motionless as he struggled deep inside to make +sense of the carnage he saw before him. He began to slowly +shake his head in revulsion and disbelief as he looked at what was +left of his good friend Jonathan Baird. The partially dismembered +body of the Admiral was lying face down in a large pool of blood. +Not far away lay the Colonial Council President, a grisly grin +plastered on his face, to be frozen there forever. + "Jean-Luc..." Beverly Crusher gently whispered, while +placing her hand on his arm and carefully guiding him out of the +room, "there's nothing more we can do here." + Worf joined the Captain and Chief Medical Officer in the +hallway. + "Mr. Worf, I want a thorough investigation of what has +occurred here. Any clue, any MINUSCULE shred of information MUST +be factored in," Picard managed. + "Aye sir," came the reply. + After sighing heavily, Picard tapped his Comm badge and +calmly said, "Picard to Riker." + "Riker here." + "Number One, will you please DISCRETELY accompany +Commander Adama to the Observation Lounge on Deck 6 at once? This +is extremely urgent." + "Understood sir," Riker replied. + + ----- + + Adama stood silently in the doorway of the Observation +Lounge, his lips squeezed tightly together, his brows furrowed. +His mind shifted quickly from the bloodshed in the Lounge to the +threat of bloodshed among his people if he couldn't satisfactorily +explain to them what had happened. He sighed heavily and then +finally closed his eyes. Picard touched his arm briefly and motioned +him out into the corridor. + "It may be best if we discussed this in my Ready Room," +the Captain recommended. "Will? Could you..." + "It'll all be taken care of Captain," Commander Riker +weakly replied. + Adama nodded at the officers and the two men headed for a +turbolift that would take them to the Enterprise's Main Bridge. + + ----- + + In the Captain's small office on the Bridge, Adama slowly +walked over to the round, glass aquarium that protruded from the +wall. He gazed with fascination at one of the beautiful fish that +swam within, its long, fragile fins waving lazily in the water. + "What sort of water creature is this?" he managed. + Glad to be momentarily distracted, Picard gratefully +replied, "That larger one is a Butterfly fish and I believe there +is an angelfish in there as well, Commander." + "Angelfish. How apt a name. So peaceful and graceful +they appear to be." + "Actually, that common name for the species is more of a +misnomer than you might expect. In reality, those creatures can +become rather vicious if disturbed," Picard noted. + "I see. Once again, appearances can be deceiving. I have +come to learn that hard lesson far too often," Adama confessed. + "As have I, Commander." + Adama suddenly looked up at Jean-Luc Picard and said, +"Captain, when word of this reaches the Fleet..." + "I understand Commander, but I beseech you not to call a +halt to the talks. In fact, now more than ever, the two of us will +need to work together to help push these negotiations forward. I +have called upon some of my best people to get to the bottom of +this unfortunate incident." + "Captain, you don't understand. The decision may not be +mine to make. When word of this reaches certain Council Members, +they are sure to demand that we immediately end any relationship we +now have with the Federation. They will insist that we be returned +to our convoy. Trying to persuade them otherwise will be very difficult, +if not impossible." + "We should still plan to convene the Conference on the +planet surface, regardless. I believe that the beauty and calm of +Pacifica will help provide an atmosphere for cooler heads." + "I give you my word Captain, as a Warrior, that I will try +my best to keep these negotiations on track. I cannot promise you +success but I will make every effort." + "That effort will be greatly appreciated Commander." + + --o-- + + The senior staff of the Enterprise sat solemnly around the +Conference table in the Main Observation Lounge, just off the Main +Bridge. Jean-Luc Picard briskly entered the room and took his +place at the head of the table. He folded his hands in front of +him in an effort to appear calm and in control in front of his staff. +He wasted no time getting to the business at hand. + "Mr. Worf, what have you found so far?" + Worf suddenly sat up straight and began his briefing. "We +have searched the entire Lounge on Deck 6 for any evidence of the +weapon that may have been used in the attack." He carefully folded +back the cloth-wrapped object that lay on the table beside him. He +then held the object up for all to see. + Picard immediately recognized it and stifled a gasp. + "We have confirmed this to be a Cardassian knife. The +geologists have also confirmed the blade to be made of gemonite." +Worf noted. + "Cardassians? Why would the Cardassians be involved?" +Riker asked. + "Perhaps they are interested in making an allegiance with +the Colonists and they wished to disrupt the Federation +negotiations," Data suggested. + "But if that were the case, why would they so obviously +leave evidence behind to implicate themselves?" Picard asked. + "Something's not right. None of this makes any sense," +Riker said. + "Indeed Number One. Worf, have you had the blade handle +analyzed for DNA signatures?" Picard queried. + "Aye sir." + Crusher immediately piped in, "According to our analysis of +the weapon AND of the entire room, we came up empty Jean-Luc. +Nothing. The only DNA present in that Lounge was that of the two +victims and of the Council President's assistant." + "Hmmm... another twist." + "Which suggests that maybe one or the other of the victims +initiated the attack," Geordi speculated. + "Perhaps," Data injected. "But if you look at the +condition of the Admiral's body, it would suggest that the Council +President would have had to have carried out the bulk of the +assault. However, it seems rather unlikely that the Council +President could have had access to such a rare, Cardassian knife." + "True. It seems that there may be more than meets the eye +here. Doctor, what have your autopsies uncovered?" Picard asked. + "Well, unfortunately nothing beyond the cause of death +being due to severe trauma from the stab wounds and extreme loss of +blood. Other than that, I've turned up nothing out of the ordinary," +Crusher reported. + "This is getting worse and worse. Why would someone kill +two Chief Negotiators and then leave a Cardassian weapon in the +room? Doctor, did you attempt to take air samples to see if there +were any 'mind-altering' drugs introduced?" Riker asked with +frustration. + "Yes. We found no sign of chemical contamination, either +in the room or in the victim's blood stream," the Doctor reported. + "Doctor, were you able to confirm that the wounds were +actually made with THAT knife?" + "As best I could. I confirmed the DNA patterns of both +men from the blood we found on the blade," came the reply. "The +entrance and exit wounds were typical of what you would expect from +that type of knife." + "Counselor, can you offer us any additional insight? Perhaps, +bad feelings between our guests on board? + "Captain," Troi said softly, "I... I'm sorry. I still feel their +pain in my mind. It was really emotionally draining for me. The only +thing that I can add right now is the fact that I DID sense something, +something that I can't quite put my finger on, a sort of 'tugging' in my +mind, just prior to the attack." + "Can you describe that 'something' in words Deanna?" Riker +asked, with concern. + "Oh, I don't know... anger? Malice? Something that was +evil and ugly perhaps? It really didn't make any sense, especially +since the overall mood on the ship has been one of anticipation and +excitement over the Conference. That's all I can recall." + "You weren't at the banquet when this happened," Picard +noted. + "No, I was in my quarters," came the reply. + "Do you recall seeing anyone during the time after you +left Ten Forward?" Data asked. + "Actually yes, as a matter of fact. I briefly shared a +turbolift with Ambassador Marks. If I remember correctly, he got +on at Deck 9 and... I think he requested 'Deck 6' as his +destination." + "Very well. Thank you Counsellor," Picard responded. + "Captain, may I suggest that we brief Commander Adama and +the others on what we have found so far?" Data suggested. + "Yes Data, I was about to summon them here. Number One, +could you escort Commander Adama and his staff here? Also have +Ambassador Troi and Ambassador Marks meet me separately in my +Ready Room at around twenty-two hundred and twenty-two thirty hours." + Riker abruptly stood and replied, "Aye sir." + + ----- + + Captain Apollo began to feverishly pace around the Main +Observation Lounge in frustration after hearing a summary of the +incident. + "I don't get it. With ALL the technology that you have on +board this ship... and you're telling me that you can't figure out +what happened? Do you realize what will happen when the full +Council hears about this? Let alone what the people will say.." +Apollo warned. + "Apollo, please..." Adama pleaded. + "No Father. I don't think you people understand..." + "Captain," Picard began, "your Council President and one +of my best friends were murdered. Now it is our job to find out +the how and the why." + "You mentioned something about some 'Cardassian' weapon. +We've never heard of any 'Cardassians'. I suggest that you begin +your investigation with them." + "I assure you Captain, that we have," Picard responded, +with slight irritation. + "Well, I think that the first thing that needs to be done +is to round up any Cardassian aboard this..." + "We DO NOT have ANY Cardassians aboard THIS ship," Worf +harumphed. + "Captain Apollo, the Federation has been at war with the +Cardassian Empire for a number of years. We have only recently +signed a cease-fire with them," Data offered. + "Well then there's your answer Captain Picard. Obviously +some Cardassian had something against your friend and +unfortunately, the Council President was in the wrong place at the +wrong time," Apollo concluded. + Picard sighed at the young man and briefly glanced over at +his father, who silently expressed similar disapproval of his son's +conclusions. The Enterprise Captain then said, "I'm afraid it's +not as simple as that Captain. We were unable to confirm ANY third +party being responsible for what happened." + What do you mean? Surely...?" + "Captain, what we are saying," Crusher added, "is that there +were no fingerprints on the knife. In fact there were no traces of +ANY presence in that room during the time of the incident, other +than the Admiral and the Council President." + "Which means...?" + "Which means, Captain, that either the two men somehow +killed each other, leaving no trace of their actions, or some +entity that our technology cannot detect, may be responsible for +what has occurred," Data concluded. + + --o-- + + Captain Apollo was raving mad when he finally reached his +father's quarters. + "Father, how can you believe them? How can you trust +them?" he asked. + "Apollo, why are you so quick to blame them? I'm +convinced that they are doing as much as humanly possible to find +out what happened," Adama replied. + Incredulously, Apollo continued, "Is it just me, or do I +get the feeling that everyone's ignoring the obvious. If you find +a weapon that belongs to some alien race, ESPECIALLY one who +was previously at war with you, how can you discount that? +Please Father, help me to understand." + "Yes they found the weapon, but how can you be so sure +that it wasn't placed there as a means to confuse us? Note that +they were unable to find any evidence that the knife was handled by +any known species in this area of the universe." + "But they DID confirm that the men were killed with THAT +knife!" + "If you listened carefully, the Doctor merely said that +their wounds were only 'TYPICAL' of those that would be made from +a knife of 'THAT kind'." + "But she ALSO said that she confirmed their blood on +the..." + "Apollo, let me give you some advise. I learned a long, +long time ago that in a situation such as this, mistakes are always +made. The most perfectly executed plan will ALWAYS have some flaw, +some small detail that was missed. Give them some time. Have +patience. Something will turn up." + Resigned, Apollo said, "I sure hope so, because somehow I +keep getting the feeling that you may be next." + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard sighed as he peered out the window in his +Ready Room, hands twitching nervously behind his back. He began to +feel exhaustion pressing heavily down upon him and also found +himself getting nowhere fast. + Turning towards the woman who was seated stiffly, with +legs crossed, on the other side of his small conference table, he +beseeched, "Mrs. Troi, please..." + "That's all I can remember Jean-Luc. Really. It was... +it was unbelievable fear and then the pain. Oh, the pain," Lwaxana +Troi groaned. + "Alright Lwaxana. If there's anything, and I mean +ANYTHING else that you can recall, please, it is IMPERATIVE that +you contact me right away," the Enterprise Captain stated. + "I will, Jean-Luc. I wish I could... Wait... I think..." + "Yes???" + "I STILL can't put a finger on it Jean-Luc. The only way +I can describe it to you is with an AWFUL term like... 'evil'." + "'Evil'?" + "Yes, like someone or something was... was 'evil'. I know +what a 'good-hearted' person feels like, but this was the opposite. +And it wasn't 'evil' directed at a specific person. It was just, +just... 'evil'." + "Thank you Lwaxana. I will file that bit of information +away. Again, if there's anything else..." + "Yes, I know where to find you." + "Again, my thanks." + + ----- + + "Ambassador Marks, my Counselor recalled that the two of +you had briefly shared a turbolift, and you had requested 'Deck 6' +as your destination." + "That is correct Captain Picard. I'm afraid that I have +no alibi, as my quarters are on that deck and I was alone." + "I see, yet you boarded the lift from Deck 9," Picard +stated. + "Correct again, Captain. I had just left a private +meeting I had conducted with the Borellian Nomen delegation who, as +you may be aware, refuse to intermingle with the other Colonists." + "Very well." + "Captain, you don't seriously think that I..." + "Ambassador, truthfully, I don't know WHAT to think. At +this time, I am only gathering together the facts as we find them. +When our investigation is completed, you will be informed of our +conclusions." + "I understand Captain. I hope that you are successful in +solving this." + "I hope that I am too... Oh, and Ambassador, both +Ambassador Troi and her daughter described some of the emotions +they sensed during the time of the attack." + "I see." + "Did you sense anything out of the ordinary during that +time? I have often relied on my Counselor as a Betazoid, to +provide me with what could be considered, useful, alternate aspects +of a situation. Any additional information from you could prove to +be quite helpful," Picard noted. + "I'm afraid that I can't help you too much there Captain. +Naturally, I sensed when the actual act occurred, but at the time, +I was asleep and it startled me awake. I really don't recall very +much of what I might have felt." + "Alright, thank you for your cooperation Ambassador." + + ----- + + Deanna Troi sat alone at a table in the corner of Ten +Forward. In front of her was an untouched dish of chocolate ice +cream. Silently, a man approached and she sensed who it was. + "Hello Deanna." + "Ambassador." + "'Ambassador'? Come on, no need to be formal. Let's drop +the ranks. It's after five and I'm off duty," Darrion Marks said. + "Well, uh, I..." + "Why do I scare you?" + "Scare me? What are you talking about?" Troi replied +defensively. + Marks began to chuckle and then he said, "You forget..." + Changing the subject, Deanna said, "Um, was there +something you wanted Ambass..., uh, Darrion?" + "Just wanted to chat. In my line of work, I rarely get +the chance to just sit down and talk with another Betazoid, +especially one who's in my age group." + "That's a shame," the Counselor remarked. + "And what about you? Don't you miss being around other +Betazoids your own age?" + "Well, as busy as I've been, I really never thought about +it. I HAVE been around several Betazoids, whenever they've come on +board, and I do make it a point to visit Betazed whenever I get a +chance." + "But it's not the same, is it?" + "Darrion, what are you getting at?" + "Nothing. Like I said, I just wanted to chat." He then +stood up and began to walk away. + Deanna suddenly began to feel a flood of sadness coming +from him. + "Wait..." + "Listen, um, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I disturbed you. +I guess I have this tendency..." Marks began. + "No, I'M sorry. It's MY fault. Maybe it's just that I'm +still upset over what happened on the ship. I can still feel the +pain in my mind," Deanna admitted. + "As do I. I'm still shaking. I just wanted some company, +with one of my own. As a full Betazoid, I really got hit. You're +lucky you're only half..." + "How did you know? I mean..." + Marks momentarily hesitated and then replied, "Uh, I heard +it from some of your crewmates. I also sensed that you weren't, +well... Anyway, you want a drink or something?" +he quickly said, while signalling a waiter. "Looks like we're both +suffering from insomnia." + + ----- + + Lwaxana Troi was propped on her sofa, reviewing +information on a large thin padd. As she carefully scrolled +through the data, her door chime sounded and she replied in a +sing-song voice, "Come in." + Commander Adama stepped inside and politely said, "Hello +Lwaxana." + With a big smile, the Betazoid exclaimed, "Why Commander +Adama, please come in." She stood up and moved to guide him to a +chair. + "I just stopped by to see how you were, especially after +what has happened." + "Oh how sweet of you. Come sit down, let me get you +something. Would you like some tea?" Lwaxana offered. + "Tea would be fine," was the reply. + As Lwaxana was programming the replicator, she began to +speak. "You know, that's not LIKE me." + Confused, Adama asked, "What's not like you?" + "Oh... allowing myself to free-float with my empathy like +that. I've had some bad experiences in the past so I usually +maintain SOME measure of thought-blocking at all times." + "Lwaxana, I'm not that familiar with full telepaths or empaths. +I admit that I do possess a small amount of telepathic and telekinetic +ability, which I developed through vigorous training, but how exactly +does your telepathy work? Do all of your kind possess such an +ability?" He paused momentarily and then said, "Forgive me my +hesitation at times. To me, you appear so Human, yet I know that +you are not." + Mrs. Troi smiled at the comment as she handed the +Commander a cup filled with a hot, fragrant liquid. "That's quite +alright, Commander. Around here, Humans seem to have +the upper hand. The tendency to confuse the two species is very +common. Now... to answer your questions with regard to Betazoids +and telepathy... Yes, most if not all of us possess some degree of +telepathic and empathic ability however, to describe how it works +to a non-telepath may be difficult. Suffice it to say, all I know +is that it just..." She threw her hands in the air. "Works!" + "Perhaps I should clarify my question. Must you be in +close, physical proximity to 'feel' or 'know' what another thinks?" + "Oh heavens no, Adama! If I concentrate hard enough, I +can sense someone's thoughts and feelings, even when they are many +kilometers away." + "I see..." + "For instance, I have sensed that your daughter is not too +pleased with our... well, our 'friendship'." + Suddenly Adama placed his cup down on the coffee table and +exclaimed, "Athena? What do you mean?" + Lwaxana gave Adama a sly smile and then she stood up and +walked over to her desk. She placed the padd that she had been +reviewing in an open slot in the holder and retrieved a new data +padd. She walked back towards the table, sat back down on the sofa +and said, "Just what I said, Commander. Now let me see..." She +tilted her head slightly and looked up at the ceiling. "It seems +she feels that too many women have been hanging around you lately +and are probably more interested in your inheritance than in your +mind. I BELIEVE, that's what she thinks." She then smiled again +while shifting her black eyes towards his brown ones. + "Lwaxana," Adama began, "what you are suggesting is..." + "The truth, and you know what? What grieves me even more +is that MY daughter feels the same way about me..." + "YOUR daughter? You mean... Deanna?" + "I'm afraid so Adama. Ever since my husband died, she's +been somewhat protective over me, as if I couldn't choose my own +mates," the Betazoid remarked. + "I see. Perhaps telepathy is not as advantageous as I +thought." + "Why do you say that?" + "Sometimes, I think that the thoughts and feelings of +others are best left private," Adama replied with sadness. + "I agree, and not that I purposely monitor very waking +thought of every individual I come in contact with. It's just that, +when you meet someone new, not only can you see and hear +them, but you can feel them as well. Without the telepathy and the +empathy, the person is only two-dimensional, but with it... they are +whole, complete... and DEFINITELY much more fun to be around!" + "Lwaxana, my time with you has been quite engaging and my +conversations with your daughter have been as well, however, I seem +to feel somewhat uneasy with your colleague." + "My colleague?" Mrs. Troi inquired, knowing who he meant. + "Yes, Ambassador Marks." + "Oh, I see. Actually, I've known OF him only cursorily +from the past, but ever since I encountered him here, I have sensed +a... oh... what's a good word...?" she muttered, instinctively +waving her hands in the air. "Duality! Yes, I guess 'duality' +will suffice. It appears that he also hides his thoughts very +thoroughly AND for extended periods of time. That's not like a +Betazoid." + "Well, all I can say is that despite his friendliness, there is +something about him, some primordial gut reaction I get from him, +that is familiar but that also makes me very wary. I don't know." +He sighed heavily and then concluded, "I think I'm beginning to +ramble. I had better turn in for the night. Tomorrow will be a very +busy day." + Adama abruptly stood and held both hands out to Lwaxana. +She stood as well, walked over to him, and took the proffered +hands. + "Lwaxana, I have enjoyed this evening with you and I hope +that we get the chance to have dinner some time." + "Why Commander, I would be delighted!" she replied, +blushing. + "Very well. Good night then." + "Good night." + Adama nodded in her direction, turned and stepped through +the cabin doors. In the corridor, he spotted Darrion Marks +standing quietly nearby, reviewing the data padd he held in his +hands. + ----- + + Deanna Troi lay restlessly in her bed, clutching her pillow and +wishing for sleep to come. She knew that she had a busy day ahead +of her and only four hours before it began. She tried an often +prescribed method of relaxation by concentrating on relaxing each +part of her body and then moving on to the next part. As she +slowly began to doze, she heard voices in her mind. She quickly +blocked them out but several others remained. Suddenly, the voices +switched to laughter, not joyous laughter, but maniacal laughter. +She grimaced in her half-conscious state, trying to stop the sinister +mirth that invaded her head. The laughter continued to increase in +intensity until she abruptly awoke, shivering and drenched in sweat. +A small tear trickled down her cheek as she resigned herself to yet +another sleepless night. + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!news.umbc.edu!eff!news.duke.edu!solaris.cc.vt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 03/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:14:46 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 775 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + III + + + + + + + + In the early morning hours of the opening day of the Federation +Membership Conference, the Grand Courtyard of the 'Trade Winds Resort +and Country Club' was buzzing with workers, who were busily preparing +the resort for the arrival of the representatives who had been transported +by the U.S.S. Enterprise. Being one of the older sites on Pacifica's +western continent, 'Trade Winds' had recently completed extensive +renovations of it's facilities, and it now sparkled with the newness of all +the modern-day conveniences, while retaining the charm of it's original +'colonial era'-style Earth buildings. + Sprawled along kilometers of unspoiled beach, the resort boasted +one of the most scenic views on the continent. The Main Building lay +nestled at the top of a hill, over-looking the ocean to the west and +magnificent, snow-topped mountains some distance to the east. + In it's glorious past, 'Trade Winds' hosted fabulous parties for the +wealthy from many Federation worlds and maintained an aristocratic +penchant for formal ritual. The other so-called 'poorer cousin' resorts on +either side of 'Trade Winds', often played host to scores of weary travellers +and Star Fleet Officers, who sought the warmth and quiet of Pacifica for +vacations and shore leave. + The current proprietor, Lani Mikoa, hurriedly moved from place to +place around the Main Building. Her assistant, Kelly Takahito, +struggled to keep pace with her. + "Those extra cabins MUST be ready for occupancy by this +afternoon!!", Lani Mikoa exclaimed. + "But Ma'am ..." Kelly managed. + "No 'but'... Ready!! We must show that we can accommodate this +many people at one time. It's been ages since we've had a major +conference and we need to justify the expense of the renovation." + "But we are short-staffed," Takahito complained. "Plus they want +us to assign the dwellings in groups, based on their planet affiliations. +That could take days to coordinate," Takahito protested. + "Not days, hours! I expect it to be done by this afternoon. No +excuses," Mikoa ordered. + Kelly sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "It will be done on time. +I promise." + + ----- + + The newly restored, open-air lobby was decorated with hanging +ferns, enormous torch gingers, fragrant plumeria, and brightly colored +orchids that hung from the lower branches of a live Banyan tree. The tree +was the centerpiece of the resort and had been shipped there from Earth, +years and years ago. Hidden within the elongated, dense roots that +sprung from tree branches suspended nearly five meters above the floor, +was a bar, fashioned from woven palm fronds and bamboo. Lani Mikoa, +with checklist in hand, quickly inspected the bar and moved on. The +Head Bartender, an older Andorian male, twitched his antennae slightly +in amusement, as he observed his boss's sudden burst of hyperactivity. +He slowly smiled and then resumed the inventory of his glassware. + Despite the employees' irritation at having to work extra hours to +prepare, all were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the delegates in the +hopes of supplementing their meager incomes with the generous tips +that usually came with a conference of this magnitude. + Kelly raced down an open-air corridor that overlooked the pool and +stopped just behind Lani. + "Miss Mikoa," she said, never addressing her superior by first +name. "We have opened the Southern Cove Complex to house the +additional representatives." + "Good. See to it that the rooms will be ready by this evening, +and Kelly," she added more warmly, "I know that the past few days +have been hectic for everyone, but I also know that of all my employees, +I can count on you to realize how important this is to me and to +yourself." + "I understand. This conference has really been a godsend." + "Then you also understand that it must proceed without a hitch. +If we can prove to the Federation that we are capable of hosting a large- +scale event such as this, we can bring this site back from obscurity and +make it the way it used to be." Lani Mikoa then began to reminisce, "I +remember when I first came here to work as a young and naive teenager +so long ago, and I remember how I so envied the guests, with their +personal servants and suitcases full of beautiful clothes and jewels. I +wanted so much to be like them. I remember a Deltan delegation who +stayed here once. Needless to say, everyone at the resort was +swarming around them since they knew about how Deltans are with +respect to, well...", she remarked with embarrassment. + "Yes," Kelly giggled. "I know." + "As I grew older, I learned everything I could about how things were +managed. I saved all my earnings and I took classes. When this facility +almost closed down from the neglect of the previous owners, I had the +money to buy the place. Now I run it and I never want to see it go down +like it did, ever again." + "Well, I'll do everything I can to help." + "Thank you Kelly. I'm counting on you," Lani replied. + + ----- + + The main auditorium at the 'Trade Winds' resort, designated the +'Hall of Nations', began to fill up with delegates, both from the Colonies +and the Federation. A mood of pomp and pageantry filled the air as +members of the elite Colonial Color Guard and Drill Squad stood by to +await the signal to begin. + Designees from the Enterprise and Galactica crews were in dress +uniform, and they freely mingled among the many representatives who +were present, making small talk and commenting on the lavishness of +the newly restored room. A large, panoramic viewscreen behind the stage +displayed the twelve seals of the Colonial Government and the seal of the +United Federation of Planets, which was prominently fixed in the center. +A magnificent oakwood podium sat front and center of the stage, with a +UFP banner draped around it. + The Governor of Pacifica approached the podium and began to +lightly tap the microphone to test the audio, then began to speak. + "Please delegates, take your seats. We are ready to begin." + As the participants began to move towards their seats, a drum +roll, soft and low, could be heard. The audience quickly settled down. +After a brief period of silence, a trumpet salute brought forth the various +Color Guards, who stood silently at attention. As the band began to play +a rendition of the anthem "Star of Kobol", the audience immediately +stood in deference. The Colonial representatives held their right arms with +closed fist, across their chests in salute, as the Flag Bearers marched +onto the stage. The Guard placed the twelve flags representing the +twelve Colonies, behind the rows of empty chairs set up on stage for the +chief dignitaries and speakers. The band then played the Federation +anthem and a Federation Color Guard marched up and placed the +Federation flag in the center rear. Finally, a line of dignitaries and others +filed onto the stage and took their seats. With the pageantry now +completed, Governor Delaplane stepped forward and continued. + "Delegates, Representatives, Conference participants and other +invited guests, as Governor of Pacifica, I welcome you to our planet. +We are honored to have been selected by the Federation, as the host for +this most important AND historic occasion. As I know that you have +a very busy schedule ahead of you, I will make my remarks brief. + Today, we have the coming together of a people, new to our region +of space. These people, who have fled the tyranny of an enemy, have +come to find peace here, amongst us. We would like to extend our +hand in greeting and we wish you success at this, the first round of +negotiations towards Federation membership. + I would like to now turn the podium over to Captain Jean-Luc +Picard, Commander of the United Federation Starship Enterprise, who +has been asked to speak on behalf of the Federation membership, due +to his and his crew's close ties to the Colonial Government. Captain +Picard." + A round of applause accompanied Picard's short walk to the +podium. + "Thank you Governor. I too, wish to keep my remarks brief, as I +know that the real business at hand will not be the glorious speeches we +give here today, but the dialogue that will soon occur behind closed doors +in negotiation. + My role leading up to this day, has been a unique one. One in +which my crew and I had the opportunity to encounter and assist a +previously unknown group of Human space-farers, who were forced to +flee from their worlds, and who chose to seek out mine, the planet Earth. +Earth, known to most of us here as the seat of the Federation, was but +the stuff of myths and legends to them, yet fortunately, it has now been +confirmed to be genuine. + And so, as their representatives and our representatives sit down +together to decide how best to proceed, I believe I speak for everyone in +attendance today, when I say that we wish you all the best in whatever +course you decide to choose. Finally, I wish to personally thank +Commander Adama of the Battlestar Galactica, for his assistance, his +wisdom, and his perseverance in leading his people here, and making +the transition pleasant and productive. Thank you." + After another round of applause subsided, the Governor again +addressed the crowd. + "Thank you Captain. And now I would like to present to you the +man who has been asked to speak on behalf of the Colonists, the +Commander of the Colonial Fleet and it's flagship, the Battlestar +Galactica... Commander Adama." + Adama stood and slowly walked up to the podium. He looked +out at the hundreds seated in the audience and then took a deep breath +to choke back the tears that threatened to burst forth from his eyes. + "Thank you Governor. Delegates, Representatives, and guests, +I stand before you today in wonder. Forgive me my emotion but it IS +an emotional time for me and for my people." He then paused, took a +deep breath, and continued. + "We came here to you from a star system located a great +distance away. A system comprised of twelve worlds, first colonized by +a parent race, who traveled there from a planet we call Kobol. Our +civilizations grew and prospered, and were peaceful for many, many +generations. Over the past thousand yahren, the 'yahren' being an +increment of time not too dissimilar to your 'year', we endured a war +with another race, a race of mechanical beings known as Cylons. The +final blow to our people came at a time when we, seeking out peace for +so long, were tricked into believing that a truce was at hand. During the +time of a supposed Peace Conference, we were betrayed by one of our +own, our worlds were rendered defenseless, and were subsequently +destroyed. + When Captain Picard and his crew encountered us, in a place +not far from Earth, what he found were less than two-hundred and +twenty ships, all that was left of our people. Today, we begin a process +of renewal and of rebuilding. I know that this process will be difficult and +it will take many more sessions like this one, before we come to a final +resolution, but I believe within my heart, that we will succeed, despite the +setbacks that have or may occur. + I wish to give my profound thanks to Captain Jean-Luc Picard and +his crew for their assistance while we were seeking our lost pilots and +later, when we came under attack by our enemy. The Captain's +patience and understanding are qualities that I admire and appreciate +the most, and I hope to have the opportunity to work with him again and +often, in the future. + We from the Colonies, are bound to follow the ways and wisdom +of our ancestors, set down in the 'Book of the Word', and so I shall +conclude my remarks with a most prophetic passage from that great +book: + + 'And so it shall come to pass, that the people will suffer much + turmoil and tribulation, and the ground will dry up and there will + be no water for drink nor to bathe. And a great famine will + spread upon the land and the sun will burn like ten times one + hundred suns, and the corpses shall line the streets from + plague, and there will be much wailing. But when these events + occur, we shall take flight towards the heavens and we shall plant + our seed in more fertile ground, so as to return again and multiply. + Now a great war shall ensue and it will continue for ten times one + hundred yahren, and the people will be sore afraid. And the land + will again be burned up and the people will be forced to flee. + Their journey will be difficult, but salvation shall be had for all, + for the people will come together with the lost Thirteenth tribe, + their brethren, and they will rejoice in the streets. But the people + must endure one last great battle, to test their resolve, as there + will be much death and destruction, since the enemies are + strong and they are many. But they will emerge victorious, for + they will join together with their brethren from the planet Earth + and they will once more spread their seed in fertile soil amongst + the stars, in peace, for all eternity. May the Lords of Kobol smile + upon you as you read these, their holy words, given to me, a + Prophet of Kobol.' + + On behalf of the Council of Twelve, I wish to again offer my sincere +appreciation for the assistance that we have received from the Federation, +and I want to again single out Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship +Enterprise, for his graciousness and hospitality during our time spent +with him and his crew. Thank you." + With that, the audience rose to its feet to give Adama a rousing +standing ovation. The Galactica crew were clapping the loudest, as +tears streamed down their cheeks. Adama moved back towards his +seat, with moisture forming in his eyes. Picard reached to shake his +hand and then instinctively reached around to fully embrace Adama +warmly. The two men held each other tightly and were finally surrounded +by the dignitaries on the stage. + + --o-- + + Athena, Casseopia, and Sheba strolled through the Grand Lobby +of the 'Trade Winds' resort and were awed by the many different species +who gathered there. They slowly walked towards the bar that was +nestled inside the roots of the Banyan Tree. + Two Ferengi, who appeared to be arguing back and forth with each +other, suddenly turned around, jumped off their stools, and began to leer +at the women. + "Females..." one proclaimed. + "HUMAN females," the other clarified, as he stepped towards them +and offered them his stool. + "I don't think that all three of us can fit on that single stool," +Casseopia quipped. + "Why... then you can sit on my lap," the other Ferengi giggled, +while slowly circling Athena. + "What ARE you?!" Athena asked, with disgust. + "They are Ferengi," the Andorian bartender replied, "and they were +about to leave." + "But..." one of the Ferengi began. + "NOW!" the Andorian thundered, his antennae now pressing close to +his head. + "Yes... yes, uh, of COURSE we were going to leave. In fact, uh, +we are leaving RIGHT now!!!", the companion noted, while grabbing the +other's ear and pulling him away. + "Gee thanks," Sheba responded. + "My name is Altan. What would you ladies like to have?" + The three looked at each other with confusion. Then, Casseopia +replied, "How about some Earth champagne... from France," she hastily +added, vaguely remembering what she had the last time she was in Ten +Forward aboard the Enterprise. + "Very good. And the rest of you?" + "The same," Sheba answered. + Athena nodded her approval as well. + "Well, looks like our semi-furlon has started off on an interesting +note," Casseopia observed, as she looked around at the flowers draped +above her. + "Interesting? You call this interesting? STRANGE is more like it," +Sheba replied. + "What HORRID creatures. They remind me of a guy I knew back +in grade school," Athena recalled. + Sheba and Casseopia began to giggle. + "Really," Athena continued. "It's the truth!" she insisted. + "If I saw something like THAT in grade school, I'd..." Sheba began. + "Here you go ladies. One for you... and one for you... AND one for +YOU," Altan said. "Would you care for anything else?" + The women simultaneously replied, "No, no thanks." + The Andorian slowly smiled and walked away. + "You know, that's the SECOND blue person I've seen today. I +found out that the ship's barber is something they call a 'Bolian' and +he's blue too. I wonder what THIS guy is?" Sheba remarked. + "An Andorian," answered a male voice from behind them. + Darrion Marks slipped up to the bar and smiled at the Galactica's +Officers. "They are one of the earliest species that the Federation +encountered." + "Interesting," Sheba responded. "You seem to know alot about +the different aliens around here." + Marks chuckled and said, "Of course. Every Ambassador has to +have at least a cursory knowledge of most, if not all the members of the +Federation. Hell, we end up having to sit in boring meetings with them +all the time, anyway!" + "Well, there's something about that 'Andorian' that's kinda sexy, +the way his white hair contrasts with his blue skin..." Casseopia +snickered. + "Yeah," Athena added, "and those, those 'things' that look like, +well, like antennas..." + "They ARE antennae," Marks replied. + "Oh," was the response. + "Listen, any of you ladies interested in going to the hula show +this afternoon?" + "Hula?" Sheba queried. + "Oh, it's an ancient Earth dance show, very exotic." + "Now THAT sounds exciting," Casseopia exclaimed. + "Casseopia, why don't you bring Starbuck along?" Sheba +recommended. + "Why?" was Casseopia's reply. + "Well... never mind." + "Ambassador, tell me what time and I'll be there," Casseopia +offered. + + --o-- + + Beverly Crusher and Deanna Troi leisurely walked along the +shopping arcade that circled the main pool of the 'Trade Winds' resort, +with bags of purchases held tightly in hand. They stopped briefly in front +of a small booth that displayed tiny bottles of perfume and jars of exotic +herbs. The old Bajoran woman behind the counter smiled slightly, as +the two Star Fleet Officers surveyed the display. + "Do you wish me to read your pagh today ladies?" the woman +asked. + "'Pagh'?" Crusher repeated. + "Your life-force, Commander," the woman answered. + "Well," Beverly responded, "I don't know. I think my 'life-force' is +just fine, Miss...?" + "Jaina Marroc," the Bajoran replied, "and you, Betazoid, have you +ever had YOUR pagh read?" + "Um, no, I'm afraid I haven't," Deanna admitted. + "Your calm speech betrays your true state of being," the woman +then observed. + "I... I didn't get much sleep last night," the Counselor noted with +a sigh. + "Give me your ear," Jaina Marroc demanded. + "My what? My ear?" + "It is the window to your pagh," she explained. + Troi looked over at Crusher and Crusher returned an 'I don't know +what she's talking about' look. Troi then sighed again and stepped +forward, towards the Bajoran. + The woman reached up and pinched Troi's right ear, causing the +Betazoid to wince at the pressure. The Bajoran snapped, "Be relaxed. +Do not block your thoughts, Betazoid." + A little irritated at the woman's rudeness, Troi took a deep breath, +closed her eyes, and attempted to clear her mind. Jaina Marroc inhaled +deeply, with eyes closed, and gradually slipped into an almost trance- +like condition. Suddenly she screamed as if in pain and quickly +withdrew her hand from Troi's ear, as if it were on fire. The Bajoran +stood shaking, only slightly more than Deanna and Beverly were, after +the unexpected outburst. + "Evil!" the woman shrieked. "Evil all around," she added. She +looked over at Deanna with horror and said, "You must protect yourself. +Do not be deceived..." + Confused, Troi replied, "What are you talking about?" + "It is circling you. It is everywhere. Here, wear this..." She +handed Troi a fine gold chain with a small amulet on it. + "What is this?" Deanna asked, taking the small chain and +holding the amulet close to try to read the inscription. + "It will protect you from..." + "Protect her from what?" Beverly injected. + The woman sat down again and closed her eyes. She refused to +speak any more. + "Come on Deanna. Let's just go..." Crusher said, as she grabbed +Troi's arm and tried to lead her away. + Troi stood silently looking back at the woman and then down at the +necklace, as she sensed the intense fear that now radiated from the +Bajoran's mind. She barely heard Beverly Crusher's pleas. + "Deanna, come ON!" the Enterprise Doctor begged, finally able +to drag Deanna away from the table and towards another. + + ----- + + That evening, Commander William Riker leaned back in his lounge +chair, with feet up and eyes closed. He struggled to purge from his mind, +any thoughts of the horror from the night before. Like his colleagues, he +felt that he desperately needed a break from the intensity of the +investigations of the murders. As he began to doze, the door chime +sounded. Startled, he instinctively responded, "Come." + Ambassador Marks tentatively entered the room and looked around +in fascination. + "Uh Ambassador, what can I do for you?" Riker groggily asked. + "Hmmm. I figured you'd forget," Marks replied. + "Forget? Forget what?" + "We had a poker date." + "Poker. Oh yeah well... we canceled that after what happened +last night. I think all of us are pretty wiped out." + "I see." + "Sorry, I should have let you know beforehand," Riker said +apologetically. + "Well, I never thought that I'd ever hear THE William T. Riker pass +up a golden opportunity," Marks baited. + "Huh?" + "How about you and me. One on one." + The First Officer managed to sit up slightly and found that his +muscles had become stiff in the short time he had been in the chair. +"I may have to pass on that, Ambassador," he said with a groan, as he +tried to shift to a more comfortable position. + "Call me Darrion. 'Ambassador' is too stuffy." + "Good enough... Darrion. Maybe some other..." + "WHAT other time Commander? I think it'll provide us with a +welcome, therapeutic distraction. As you might know, I was affected by +what happened as bad as anyone else. At least a good game of poker +will take the sting out of the bite." + "Well..." Riker began. + "Oh come on Commander, just a few hands. I have a couple of +techniques I want to try out. They're some of the moves I saw Arjus +use." + "'Techniques'? You mean cheating," Riker quipped, as he now +moved to sit completely upright. + "Well, now that's a little harsh..." + "Harsh? No matter what you call it, it's STILL cheating." + "You game?" + With resignation, Riker said, "Okay, let's see what you got." + The two men set up the table and played several rounds. After +awhile, the Betazoid remarked, "So what ever happened at the 'Battle of +the Century' or was it the 'Yahren' or something like that?" + "The what?" + "You know. That marathon poker game I heard you guys had +against the Galactica crew." + "Oh yeah. Boy, talk about a crazy night! I NEVER thought that +Data had it in him. He actually bluffed his way through to the very end +of that last hand. I mean, Lieutenant Starbuck almost gave up the shirt +on his back believing that Data had something in his hand! I guess +we're fortunate that we don't have an overwhelming need for money, +otherwise if I were Data, I'd be sweatin'!" Riker noted. + "Would you bet everything if the reward was high enough?" +Marks inquired. + "I think I HAVE bet 'everything', at some point in my previous +young and naive days," Riker admitted with a chuckle. + "I mean, would you REALLY bet EVERYTHING." + "Like what else?" + "Hmm. Perhaps, your service instead of money." + "My service? My service for what?" Riker asked with a little +apprehension. + "Oh, your assistance in helping me do some things." + "Marks, you're hedging. What kinds of things are you talking +about?" + Feigning embarrassment, the Ambassador said, "Actually, I need +your advise on talking to... well actually, dealing WITH certain people. +You seem to know most of the crew on board this ship, at least to a +certain degree. I'd like to talk to some of them. There may be alot of +interests that they have in common with me. I don't often get the time +to socialize that much." + "I see, and if I win?" + "If you win, then you get to keep this..." Darrion Marks quickly +replied, holding up a clear crystal with a tiny red object visibly lodged +within it. + "What's this?" Riker asked while taking the crystal and turning +it around in his hands. + "It's something I won from Arjus. It's allegedly a Trellian healing +stone. Supposedly, if you hold it tightly and concentrate, you can +actually heal injuries. I believe your Captain is probably familiar with +the legend." + "Interesting. I never really had much of an interest in esoteric +objects like this, but... since you are a guest, I'll give it a try. +Besides, what could I possibly lose?" + + --o-- + + Athena slowly walked down the corridor and stopped in front of +Deanna Troi's door. She hesitated for a moment and then pushed the +button that sounded the door chime. + "Come in," came a voice from within. + Athena stepped forward to activate the door mechanism and then +peeped inside without entering. + Troi sighed and responded, "Come on in Athena." + "You're not busy, are you? I didn't want to disturb..." + "No, please come in. Sit down," Deanna offered. + Athena slowly walked over to a chair and eased into it. The two +women then began to simultaneously talk. + "Look, I'm..." + "They both stopped short and began to laugh. + "You go first," Troi said. + "Okay. I JUST wanted to say that I really acted like an +immature child the other night and I want to apologize," Athena +explained. + "You? I think that MY performance deserves an award!" the +Counselor admitted, with a giggle. + "Deanna... I... well, I'm not sure you understand how I feel. I +guess you can read my emotions right now, but I'm just trying to look +after my father, that's all. I don't think that he's taking the time to take +care of himself like he should. He and Apollo tend to go off on some +wild tangents sometimes, egging each other on, and... you know." + "Yes, I know. I feel the same way about my mother. I think... +I think maybe it's loneliness, PLUS she IS still going through 'the +change', which we on Betazed call 'the phase', and with Betazoids, it's +pretty rough," Deanna noted. + "Yeah, I DEFINITELY don't look forward to THAT day," was +Athena's reply. + "Well let me tell you something, with Betazoid women, it's worse +than you think." + Really? You mean like, real bad sweats and..." + "I MEAN they get real..." she bent over and whispered in Athena's +ear, "horny." + Athena sat up and began to shake her head in confusion. +"Horny? I'm not familiar ..." + Deanna sighed and said, "Very sexually excited." + Athena opened her eyes wide and exclaimed, "OH!" She then +began to blush. "Actually, maybe THAT might not be so bad after..." + "UH, I don't think so," Deanna countered. "Anyway, it's not that +I object to my mother and your father being together, it's just that... +well... she has a tendency to be a little pushy at times. She can be +quite overwhelming." + "I see. Well, don't worry Deanna. I think that if anybody can +handle her, my father can. Besides, I think that he gets lonely, too. +Anyway, I'd rather have him with your mother than any one of those +witches from Virgo ANY day!" + "Athena!!" Troi giggled. "Now THAT'S no way to describe..." + "It's true! All they care about is his money. It's really sad," +Athena remarked. + "Don't worry. My mother has her own wealth and status, and if +she feels that your father can provide her companionship, even for a +brief period, then that's fine with me." Troi paused and then looked at +Athena and added, "No hard feelings?" + Athena stood up and joined Deanna on the sofa, replying with her +trademark smile, "No hard feelings." + They then sealed their agreement with an exaggerated handshake. + "Hey, the 'girls' are getting together again this evening. Wanna +stop by?" Athena offered. "We want to talk about doing something... +with Data... remember?" + "Sure. Where?" + "At Casseopia's on Deck 9. In about a centaur." + "Centaur? Athena!" Deanna exclaimed. + "Geez, I don't know! I think you call it an 'hour', but a centaur +seems LONGER than that!" + "Okay, make it an hour and a half then," was the reply. + + ----- + + "So I say we just DO IT!" Casseopia giggled to the three other +women in her quarters. + Deanna Troi began shaking her head 'no', while smiling with +embarrassment. + "Oh come on Deanna, with the Conference going on, it's vacation +time! We DID promise to do SOMETHING together and I think that now +would be the PERFECT time. At least it'll help get your mind off of what +happened. Besides, we made ALL those plans about you know who, +so LET'S DO IT!" Sheba pleaded. + "Yeah, I think it would be fun!" Athena added. + "By the way, we're missing one of our partners in crime. Where's +Beverly?" Casseopia asked. + The door chime sounded. + "Come in," Casseopia responded. + "There we go! The five conspirators are all together and ready for +action!" Sheba giggled. + "Did I miss anything?" Beverly Crusher innocently asked. + "Not really," Athena piped up. "We were JUST starting to talk +about what we were going to do." + "Good," Crusher remarked, as she propped herself in a comfortable +position on the sofa and then leaned forward in anticipation. "So what do +we have so far?" + "Well, Deanna was considering welshing out on us but..." +Casseopia began. + Troi shot her a 'oh no you don't' look. + Casseopia continued with, "She did suggest we try what she says +is sort of a tradition on some of Earth's islands. What did you call it? +A luau?" + "Ooooooo PERFECT!" Crusher replied with excitement. I have +just the right outfit! We can even make leis with real flowers. That'll be +wonderful!" + "Exactly what do you do at one of these 'luaus' and how would +Data fit in to this plan?" Athena asked. + The Chief Medical Officer looked over at Deanna and quickly +turned away blushing. "Stick with me ladies, this is guaranteed to +be a time we shall NEVER forget! But we'll need Will Riker's help." + + ----- + + Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Lieutenant +Commander Data were hunched over an Engineering panel, each +methodically pressing various areas on the panel's surface in an effort +to elicit from the ship's computers, the answers to their various queries. + "Geordi?" Data began. "Do you find me... boring?" + The now baffled Chief Engineer looked up at him and replied, +"What kind of question is that?" He then resumed his review of a +screenful of numbers. + "I have noted that ever since we made contact with the Humans +from the Colonial Fleet, most of them seem to, well... avoid me," the +android responded. + "Why do you say that?" Geordi asked while picking up a +diagnostic padd and entering figures into it. + "Let me give you an example. Early this morning, I was talking +to some of the farmers from the Agro ship. During our conversation, +I found that they appeared to be physically uncomfortable. They +suddenly interrupted me and stated that they had to leave at that +precise moment." + "Well, what were you talking about?" + "I was explaining to them how they could better achieve an +optimum soil composition by introducing certain percentages of +decomposed..." + "Whoa Data. Hold on. First off, how did you meet these people?" +Geordi asked. + "I believe that they were being given a tour by the Department +Head of the Botany Lab as a prelude to their negotiation session." + "And how did the subject of soil composition come up?" + "Actually, it did not," the Second Officer admitted. "When I +ascertained their occupation, I chose to discuss some of the aspects +of it with them. Is that not the proper way to proceed? I have found that +Humans seem to enjoy discussing those subjects that interest them." + "Geordi smiled, placed a data chip into a slot and then said, "And +how do you know that 'soil composition' would interest them?" + "I assumed that..." + "There's your problem Data. You 'assumed'. You see," he began +to explain, "to many people, their work or occupation may be more +palatable to them than to others but it may not be a subject they always +enjoy discussing." + Confused, Data remarked, "I do not understand. You are +suggesting that some Humans do not like the work that they do." + "Well, not really, although you do run into people who aren't +exactly in an occupation that they are particularly fond of. I guess +the best way to describe it is to say that, well... that many times we +will 'tolerate' our jobs but we might not be head over heels about it. It's +just a job, you know?" + Data began to frown as he asked, "But then, if the 'job' as you say, +does not bring you pleasure, then why continue to do it?" + "I can't answer that one Data. Maybe... maybe it's because some +people are good at what they do and don't mind doing it. But, when +they're done for the day, they just want to relax. You know, leave the +talk about work at the worksite. I guess they don't like to bring their jobs +home with them." + "I see. If that is the case, then how will I ever be able to predict +whether a person fits the criteria you just described?" + La Forge put the padd down and then looked directly at his friend. +"Now THAT'S a tough one Data and I really can't help you there. It's just +a matter of trial and error. I guess you have to probe them. Ask +questions. See what types of things THEY want to talk about." + "I have tried that in the past Geordi. I still find that my +conversations and inquiries are abruptly cut off and I am left 'holding' +the proverbial 'bag', as it were." + Geordi reached over to another panel and pressed the surface a +few times. "Well Data, you're gonna have to keep trying. Proper social +etiquette doesn't come overnight. It takes some practice. Be patient." + "I have all the patience in the world Geordi," Data noted while +resuming his diagnostic scans. "In fact, I cannot grow impatient, +however, I am striving to find more ways to appear.... normal." + + ----- + + Later that evening, the two Senior Officers were deep in +conversation, as they walked down the corridor towards a turbolift. + "Geordi, do you think that if I make it a point to attend more +social functions, I will be able to improve my 'sense of timing'?" Data +asked. + "Sure Data. As they say, 'practice makes perfect'. At least +since you have no emotions, you can't get insulted, so, I say go for it," +Geordi replied. + "Geordi, I have found that Human women tend to talk about +subjects that are quite different from those of Human men." + "Don't I know it," Geordi La Forge mumbled, as the two stepped +in a turbolift. "Deck 8," he then ordered. + "Perhaps," Data continued, "I should endeavor to sit in on a +conversation with some of the..." + "Uh Data," the Chief Engineer interrupted, "I don't think that +THAT'S a good idea." + "But you said..." + "Data, you don't have to sit in with women to learn how to talk +to them. I doubt that you'd understand them anyway. But then again, +look who's talking..." + "Commander Riker has suggested that I start out 'innocent' and +then 'lay the sweet talk on them'. I do not understand the full context +of that phrase," the Second Officer admitted, as the two stepped out of +the 'lift and began to walk towards Data's quarters. + Geordi began to chuckle at the mention of Riker's techniques. +"Suffice it to say Data, he MEANS that women like to be flattered, you +know, told how beautiful they are and how wonderful it is to be with them, +stuff like that. They prefer that men initiate the action." + "I see. Perhaps you can coach me on some typical phrases." + The two stepped through the door of Data's quarters and Geordi +stopped in mid-step, opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and slowly +turned his head around to fully absorb what he saw. "Whoa Data, +I... I think... it's... time... for me to leave! I'll see you later!" he +stated, as he quickly spun around while stifling a giggle, and exited the +cabin. + Data turned around in confusion and called after him. "Geordi! +Wait! Why are you..." + "Hello Commander Data," a sing-song voice announced from the +bedroom. + "Who is here?" Data asked with curiosity, while slowly walking +around his cabin, which had been transformed from a spare but +adequate set of rooms, into a tropical, floral fantasy. Strings of +plumeria and ginger were draped around the walls. Large palm fronds +were arranged in the corners. Spot sat contently on the computer +workstation, licking her paws, and soft island music played in the +background. + Casseopia, dressed in a deep blue and pink pareau, slowly +walked up to the confused android, placed a lei around his neck, and +gave him a light kiss on the cheek. She then grabbed both of his hands +and guided him towards his bedroom. There on the bed were four +women, lounging pleasantly, each dressed in a multitude of colorful +dresses, and each leisurely sipping frosty drinks. + Deanna Troi stood up, sashayed over to the android, and cooed, +"Welcome to paradise, Mister Data." She then placed a string of kukui +nuts around his neck and smiled. + Totally perplexed, Data remarked, "Counselor, I do not understand. +According to Commander Riker, are not the men supposed to..." + "Just relax Data, and enjoy yourself," Sheba replied as she moved +behind him to push him towards the bed. "Don't worry about what +Commander Riker says..." + + ----- + + "Ambassador Marks, you wished to see me?" Lieutenant Worf +inquired, as he stood outside of Darrion Marks' quarters. + "Ah yes Worf, please come in." + Worf entered the sightly darkened cabin and immediately spotted +a small table in the center of the room, decorated with flowers, a small, +scented candle, and two cups. + "What is this?" he asked with confusion. + Marks slowly smiled and began, "About ten years ago, I met your +brother Kern at a small Klingon outpost near the border. It must have +been right after I left Betazed and I decided that instead of looking for a +'real job', I wanted to 'see the galaxy'. How naive. Well, I signed onto +a freighter and one day, we stopped at a bar on this outpost and..." + "Ambassador, this is really very interesting but... what is the +point?" + "The point? The 'point' IS, is that I got very drunk that night and +picked a fight with your brother. Needless to say, he was quite drunk +too..." + Impatiently, Worf grumbled, "AND???!!" + "And... well, having had some experiences with interesting fights +on that freighter, I successfully knocked your brother out." + "YOU???" Worf said with disbelief. "THAT is impossible." + "If you don't believe me, you can contact him this very minute. +But then again, I'm sure that he wouldn't admit it." + "Even if I WERE to believe you, what does that have to do +with me?" + "Well, let me finish the story. After Kern woke up and everyone +at the bar told him what happened, he decided to try and trick me into +partaking in the 'Tea Ceremony'." + "Hmmm. Clever. And what happened next, being that for +Humanoids such as yourself, the 'Tea Ceremony' is fatal." + "Ah, so I found out after drinking the damned stuff. Unfortunately, +I almost died that night. Fortunately, the Medical Official on the outpost +had the antidote." + "And so you called me all the way to your quarters to tell me +this?" + "Actually, I called you here to try my luck again. You see, I have +never forgotten that night and so since then, I have slowly ingested the +poison over these past ten years, and I believe that I now have an +immunity to it. So... for Kern's sake, as I hear that he is now a member +of the Klingon High Council, I offer my congratulations to you, his elder +brother, in his place, and I wish to partake in the ceremony with you." + "Hmmm," Worf replied, now impressed. "You are to be +commended." + "Unfortunately, I don't have the proper flower to conduct..." + "I have a supply. I WILL return." + "Excellent." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 04/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:15:38 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 420 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + IV + + + + + + + + Early the next morning, the Enterprise barber was fuming. His blue +face twitched in frustration, as he stormed down the hallway towards his +office. + "Idiot!!! Always late. You can't find good hired help these days. +Can't come on time. Here we had the PERFECT opportunity, with all +these dignitaries on board..." Mot mumbled to himself. + He continued to ramble on until he reached the doors to his +grooming area. Just as he stepped inside and was about to yell for his +assistant, Mot stopped cold and began to choke on the acrid smoke that +filled the room. He ran back into the corridor and punched a button on +the Comm panel. + "Mot to Security, fire in the barber room. I repeat, fire in the +barber room. The fire suppression system has malfunctioned. +HURRY!" + + ----- + + Sometime later, Jean-Luc Picard and Mr. Mot met in Captain's +Ready Room for a debriefing. + "Please Mr. Mot. Calm down." + "Calm down? CALM DOWN??? How can I calm down when one +of my assistants was killed. KILLED!!! No doubt by one of those, those, +what do they call themselves? Colonists...?" + Picard sighed and then responded calmly, "Mr. Mot, we don't +know that yet." + "Hmph! A fire. A FIRE! How could THAT have happened. WHY +wasn't the fire suppression system operational? Can you tell me that? +Can you?" + "No Mr. Mot, not yet. Please, we will have Mr. Worf's report +shortly." + "Shortly? That's what they all say. You know, I remember that +time when I was on Seltrus IV and a similar thing happened. You +realize, of course, that the Seltrans..." + The door chime sounded, interrupting the barber's explanation. + "Come," Picard quickly replied, thankful for the brief respite. + Data, Geordi, and Worf entered the room. + "Thank God," Picard mumbled imperceptibly. "Gentlemen, what +have you found?" + "YES gentlemen, what IS IT that you have found, being that I was +THIS CLOSE," the Bolian indicated with his forefinger and thumb, +"to DEATH!" + Geordi looked over at the barber and mumbled, "Uh..." + Worf turned his head and rolled his eyes. + Data looked around at his colleagues and then proceeded to speak. +"Captain, we thoroughly searched the room and analyzed the computer +system in that entire section." + Geordi followed up with, "Basically Captain, we took the whole +thing apart, piece by piece, and ran a complete diagnostic." + "And what did you find?" + Geordi started to speak and then hesitated, looking down at his +boots. + Data proceeded with, "Nothing sir. We found that all of the +computer systems, including fire control, was and still is functioning +properly in that area." + "Then why didn't it work??" Mot exclaimed. + "That, we do not know," Data replied. + "Captain," Geordi began, "we did find another thing. We tried +analyzing them but we're still unable to determine what they are. Worf?" + Worf then held up two round, transparent, cut-crystals. + "Have you been able to determine their composition?" Picard +asked. + "Analysis shows that they are composed of minerals that are +unknown to the Federation," Geordi replied. + "We are now searching the databanks for substances from +non-Federation worlds," Data added. + "I see. Well keep at it. You may also want to get Barclay +involved in re-running the diagnostics on the..." + The chime again sounded in the Ready Room. + "Come." + Captain Apollo and Lieutenant Starbuck entered the room. + "Captain, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?" Picard inquired. + "We heard that there was another incident," Apollo said tersely. + "I'm afraid so. We're still investigating it," was Picard's reply. + "Captain Picard, perhaps they might know what these objects +are," Data suggested. + "What objects?" Starbuck asked. + Geordi took the crystals from Worf, walked over to the two +Colonial Warriors and said, "These. We found them at Mot's." + "Lemme see. Hmmm... Those look like Borellian Laser Balls!" +Starbuck exclaimed. + "Borellian Laser..." Mot began. + Sighing, Apollo said, "The Borellian Nomen. They are humans who +settled on a planet they called Borella, located near our star system. +Some of their delegates are aboard." + "Are you sure? So far we can't figure out what their composition +is OR what their purpose is, other than maybe for decorative use," +Geordi explained. + "Decorative use? Not hardly Commander. Here, let me show +you," Starbuck volunteered. He took the two crystals, rotated them a +certain way, and then pressed them together. The crystals remained +attached. He then handed the pair back to Geordi. + "Yep, those are laser balls alright. Pretty nasty suckers too," +Starbuck concluded. + "What are they designed to do?" Geordi asked. + "The Borellian Nomen use them as weapons, Commander. +When a Nomen pulls a pair from their belt, they are then activated, +somewhat like a grenade," Apollo said. + "Somehow, these balls begin to build up energy and when you +throw them, they separate, forming a pretty intense laser beam between +them," Starbuck added. "A beam strong enough to take out ANY person +in the way. I know, I was almost 'in the way' of some of these babies not +too long ago," Starbuck admitted. + "Strange. Why would these 'Borellian Nomen' wish to attack Mr. +Mot's assistant?" Data asked. + "I don't know Commander but I'll tell you this, the Nomen rarely +intermingle with anyone but themselves. They consider themselves +'warriors' and consider the rest of us weak and not worth their time," +Apollo noted. + "Maybe they're on a blood hunt," Starbuck suggested. + "Blood hunt?" Picard echoed with concern. + "Captain, I really don't want to get into that now. All I can say is +that I can't see any logic in suggesting that the Borellians would attack +someone aboard this ship. They're nomads and if anything, they're also +very, very good about leaving no trace of their attacks. They definitely +wouldn't go after someone and then carelessly leave their laser balls +around for someone to find later," Apollo stated. + "That's for sure," Starbuck agreed. + "Alright. At least we do have part of this mystery resolved. But I +will NOT rule anything out. Captain Apollo, will you work with my Chief +Engineer to confirm these findings?" Picard requested. + "If you feel that I can be of some help, I'll try to do the best I +can," Apollo replied. + "Any assistance that you can provide will be much appreciated." + + ----- + + The doors to the Holodeck slowly opened and Athena tentatively +stepped inside. Her mouth gaped in wonder and she spun around to +take in the amazing site. + "How can this be?? I mean, this is REALLY the Presidium on +Caprica!!" she exclaimed. + "Actually, it's only a copy of it. I was able to get the details on +how it looks from the databanks on the Galactica." + "But everything is so real!! The flowers, the flags, the breeze..." + "Remarkable technology, isn't it?" + "We had hoped and prayed that the people from Earth would be +advanced enough to help us fight the Cylons, but we NEVER imagined +anything like this." + "Well, for your information, it's not just 'people from Earth'," +Darrion Marks commented, with a wry smile. + "Huh? OH! Oh, I'm so sorry. I keep forgetting that you're not from +Earth but from Betazed. I can't help it. You LOOK so Human!" Athena +stated apologetically. + "Why not say that Humans look so much like us?" Marks quipped. + Athena began to slowly grin as she said, "Hmmm. I GUESS you +could think of it that way. You know, it's been difficult for us since we +really haven't run into very many species other than Humans, except +for maybe the Cylons or the Orions. I mean, during the war, most of +our resources were diverted to the war effort. Our deep space +exploration program suffered immeasurably." + "I can see that. Anyway, come on, show me around this place. +You can also tell me some things about yourself and your friends." + Totally enthralled, Athena complied. + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard nervously paced back and forth across the floor +of his Ready Room while he listened to another report from his Senior +Command Officers. + "So what we have is a handful circumstantial evidence and a +number of individuals or groups who appear to have motives for what has +occurred. What we now need to do is to try to see if there is any +connection between these events, or somehow determine if each act +occurred by coincidence. Comments? Suggestions?" Picard asked. + "Captain, after reviewing the evidence that we have found so far, +the only thing that I can conclude is that these acts may have been +carried out to precipitate or cause a desired effect," Data suggested. + "How do you mean?" + "Before the Conference began, there were some divisions of +opinion with respect to what the Colonists wished to do, but generally, +those differences could be worked out. Now, there appears to be much +more turmoil and distrust, not only among the Colonial Representatives +but between the Federation and the Colonists. There are groups who +are now openly voicing anti-Federation views and sentiments." + "What sort of 'sentiments'? Picard inquired. + "For example, " Data began, "some of the Federation delegates +have reported that some of the Colonial delegates have begun to accuse +Star Fleet of stalling the investigations, on purpose." + "That's ridiculous," the previously silent Riker exclaimed. + "They also believe that we are 'pointing the finger at them', as the +cause for what has happened. Unfortunately, this has caused a rift in +relations between the two sets of delegates." + "Wait a minute Data, that's a little vague," the First Officer +remarked. "If someone wanted to disrupt the Conference, they would +usually do it for some concrete reason, with some goal in mind." + "Commander, at the present time, the facts do not yet lead us to +that conclusion," Data protested. + "Then, we will need to uncover more facts," Picard noted. +"Continue your investigations and have Mr. Worf interrogate the Borellian +Nomen delegation. I believe that HE may be able to deal with them better +than we have." + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard slowly walked through the doors of Ten Forward, +crossed the room, and finally eased onto a stool at the far end of the bar. +He then began to rub his temples to try to ease his throbbing headache. + "Looks like you need some aspirin," a woman behind the bar +suggested. + "Some what?" + "Aspirin. Isn't that what the people from twentieth century Earth +used to call their 'miracle drug'? + "That's ridiculous." + "Not to them it wasn't. Oh, nowadays, we know that there's always +a physiological reason for a headache, and we can treat the problem at +the source. But back then..." + "Guinan..." + "Here, try this. It's guaranteed to cure the 'common headache', +or was that 'the common cold'?" + "What is it?" + "Oh, something I just whipped together. A bit of Andorian brandy +mixed with Jandar nectar. Actually, it's pretty good, if I must say so +myself." + "You know, all these years I've considered myself to be very, very +fortunate. I've come to believe that I am an open and honest individual. +When I was faced with a problem, I have always preached about the +limitless possibilities available to solve it. But now, after what has +happened, I'm beginning to seriously doubt my abilities," Picard lamented. + "YOU may WANT to believe that, but I for one, do not," Guinan +replied. + "Guinan, somewhere, aboard this ship, either from the Federation +or from the Colonial Fleet is a killer, and so far I have been unable to +stop him or her. The motive seems obvious. Someone or something +wants to see these talks fail. If I could just get some sort of lead, +uncover some clue that will link..." + "Why would you say that sabotaging these talks would be 'the' +motive?" Guinan taunted. + "Oh come on Guinan, I've been to the Galactica. I've talked to +their representatives and their people. Believe me, there's enough +discord there to spark a civil war at any time." + "And so based on what you have observed, you came to the +conclusion that there is someone from the Colonial Fleet who is +responsible." + "Guinan..." Picard warned. "I see what you're driving at but... +I can't see where it would be in the Federation's interest to do something +like this. What would be the gain?" + "I see. So then you totally rule out things that you haven't +observed." + "What do you mean?" + "I learned a long, long time ago to never accept the obvious. I +will offer you some advice. Sometimes some things or some situations +do not always appear to be what they really are." + + ----- + + The Betazoid Ambassador stood shivering in his darkened cabin. +Across the room, a figure stood rigidly in the shadows. The Ambassador +then began to speak. + "What more do you wish me to do? I have thus far done all that +you have asked." + "It is not enough." + "But..." Darrion Marks began. + "Your methods are sloppy and easily traceable. You have not +yet achieved the desired results." + "But it's working. I have become friends with all of them. I've +told them lies and half-truths. Now they have begun to distrust each +other and..." + "We made a bargain. I have upheld my end and you have not." + "But what more can I do? Soon they will be eating out of my +hand, begging for..." + "YOUR hand?? THAT is the problem. Since I have identified +the problem, I shall now move to correct it," the figure calmly stated. + "What do you mean?" Marks exclaimed. + "I WANT Picard. HE has the confidence and the trust of the +people. HE controls them. I have dealt with Adama before and right +now, he is useless to me, for he has no power here." + "But... I can't get to Picard. He keeps sending me..." + "I will continue in your place," the figure continued, ignoring the +man's pleas, "since you have so obviously missed the whole point." + "Point? What are you... ARGHhhh..." + Marks began to choke and turn red in the face. Then his eyes +began to bulge. He dropped to his knees and tried to scream, but to +no avail. He struggled to place his hands around the stranger's neck, +to choke the arrogance out of him, but failed miserably. He finally fell +forward onto his stomach and closed his eyes tightly, the better to try +to imagine a more pleasant death than he was experiencing. + The stranger slowly walked towards the body of Darrion Marks and +stood over it. He then began to transform into a glowing cloud of light, +which hovered over the body briefly before merging with it. Suddenly +Darrion Marks' eyes snapped open. + + --o-- + + Lani Mikoa sat motionless in her small bungalow, staring blankly +into the flame of her candle. She then closed her eyes and shivered as +she felt impending doom closing in all around her. She suddenly stood +up and reached for a small Comm panel located on a nearby table. + "Kelly? Could you come right away?" + Within minutes, Lani's assistant was knocking lightly on the door. +When Lani opened it, she watched as Kelly gasped slightly and then +quickly suppressed it. No doubt, Kelly was reacting to her disheveled +state. + "Please come in. We must talk," Lani ordered. + Kelly tentatively stepped inside the room and Lani motioned her +towards a chair. + "The time is near. You must carry on," Lani flatly stated. + Kelly, now totally confused, exclaimed, "Miss Mikoa! What has +happened? What is wrong?" + Lani sighed and turned her back to Kelly as she walked over to her +chair and began to stare into the candle flame again. + "It is time. He is here. Whatever happens, I want you to remember +everything that I have taught you. Will you promise?" + Frustrated, Kelly exclaimed, "I don't understand, who is here? +What are you...?" + "Don't question! Promise!" + "Yes, yes, I'll do anything. You know that." + "Good. That will be all." + "But..." + "Leave me." + Kelly slowly stood and began to feel the heaviness in the room. +She swallowed hard before nodding her head at her boss, and then she +turned and walked towards the door. + "Kelly? One other thing." + Kelly halted and turned to listen. Lani stood and walked towards +an ornate chest, pushed against the wall. She retrieved and old, metal +key, that hung on a chain around her neck, and unlocked the chest. +She then raised the heavy lid, lifted out a small gold box, and handed it +to Kelly. + "This is for you. Do not open it until tomorrow." + "What is...?" + "If you open it before tomorrow," Lani interrupted, "I shall surely +curse you for the rest of your life," she threatened. + "I will not open it," Kelly stated obediently. + "Good," Lani replied as she sadly nodded at Kelly Takahito and +motioned her towards the door. Kelly looked around once more before +leaving, closing the door softly behind her. + A figure then stepped out of the shadows in the room and said, +"It is time." + Angrily, Lani turned and confronted the stranger. "You have NOT +completed YOUR end! I have YET to have..." + "SILENCE!! Do you DARE question ME??? I HAVE kept my +side of the bargain and you will now keep yours." + "You ARE deceitful. I should have NEVER agreed to..." + "But you HAVE agreed, and if you resist, you will forfeit your..." + Lani suddenly pulled out a small gold object and thrust it out +towards the figure. + The stranger laughed and remarked, "You really expect ME to +fear that primitive icon you hold so dear to your heart? I shall enjoy +watching you suffer. My plan is now in effect. The gathering of my +followers has begun. It is a pity that you will not be there to join them." + The figure than began to transform into a hideous beast and Lani +gasped, grabbed her head, and opened her mouth in a silent scream. + + ----- + + Jean-Luc Picard stood in the middle of a thick forest, not far from +his family homestead in La Barre, France. Confused, he turned around +in a full circle to get his bearings. He spotted a narrow, but well-worn +path through the thick undergrowth, and he began to follow it. He heard +the 'snap' of a twig behind him and he turned quickly to see if anyone was +there. Satisfied that he was alone, he continued to navigate around fallen +branches and thick ivy vines, towards the main road. He stopped again +as he heard peals of laughter, soft at first, but then growing louder over +time. He turned around again to be confronted by a large group of +people, who brandished hatchets and pitchforks and who were pointing +and laughing loudly and ominously at him. + "Death to him!" one proclaimed. + They all agreed and continued to laugh and chant, "Death! Death! +Death!" + As the crowd surged forward, towards him, the Enterprise Captain +abruptly sat up in his bed, shaking violently from the intensity of the +dream. He took a deep breath, threw the coverlet to the side, and then +stood up next to the bed. Rubbing the grogginess from his eyes, he +slowly padded over to the food dispenser and ordered a warm milk with +a touch of nutmeg. He took the glass, drank the contents down in one +gulp, and then returned to bed. He lay there stiffly, closed his eyes, and +finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep. + + --o-- + + Kelly awoke early the next morning and began to make her rounds +around the resort. She arrived promptly at seven for her daily staff +meeting and was concerned when Lani Mikoa did not answer the door +chime at her office. Kelly tentatively turned the knob and stepped inside. +The office was just as she had seen it the night before but was now +empty. She had opened the small box that Lani gave her and was +confused by its contents - the deed to the resort and several bars of gold +pressed latinum. Kelly proceeded to search through he Main Lobby for +Lani, stopping at each shop and restaurant, and then finally at the bar. + "Altan, have you seen Miss Mikoa?" she inquired. + The Andorian slowly looked up at the worried assistant, twitched +his antennae and said, "No. I have not seen the Mistress since last +night." + Mindful of Lani's strange behavior and words the night before, +Kelly raced down the steps from the Lobby and towards the beach, +where Lani Mikoa's small abode was located. As she walked along the +garden that surrounded the main pool, she suddenly gasped and fell to +her knees in horror at what she saw. Bloated and floating in the center +of the pool face down, was Lani Mikoa. + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. 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THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 05/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:16:28 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 515 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + V + + + + + + + + "So what have they found?" Picard queried to Beverly Crusher. + "Well, the doctors on Pacifica have ruled it a drowning. The +Security teams say that they have found no sign of foul play." + "Drowning? Do YOU believe that?" + "I don't know. I really can't make a judgement call on it since +they won't release the body to me," Crusher noted. + Picard stood up and began to pace around the small room. +"Beverly, do you feel that this drowning may somehow be connected to +the other...." + "Now wait a minute, Jean-Luc," Crusher interrupted, "those other +killings happened on the ship. This one was on the planet surface." + "Yes but if I'm not mistaken, there hasn't been a death, other than +by natural causes, on Pacifica for years. They pride themselves in their +security." + "But Jean-Luc, they've ruled it an 'accidental death'," the doctor +exclaimed. + "Indeed," Picard replied warily. "I knew Lani Mikoa from years +ago. She used to work a shift from time to time at the 'Blue Parrot Cafe', +in her younger days. I remember she was always hustling for money. +As you can see, she apparently managed to save every bit to buy the +'Trade Winds'. She was of Hawaiian ancestry, if I recall correctly, and I +would highly doubt that her 'drowning' would have been 'accidental'." + "I think you're grasping at straws Jean-Luc, BUT, I'll go over the +medical report ONE MORE TIME, to see if I missed anything. I doubt +if I have, though. Oh, and if you can manage to pull any strings with the +Governor..." + "Yes, I think I'll do just that. If we can somehow link this with +the others... see if there is a pattern somewhere..." + "Good luck Jean-Luc. I'm not holding out much hope," Beverly +replied. + "It's worth a try. We're at a dead end as it is..." + As Crusher headed for the door, Picard reached out to grab her +arm. + "Beverly..." + The doctor turned to look at him and registered some concern as +she watched his previously business-like demeanor switch to that of a +frightened child. + "Jean-Luc, are you alright?" she inquired. + Picard sighed as he began to explain. "I had an unusual dream +last night. I was back home in France, somewhere in the woods near +my house, when I encountered a, well..., a 'mob' of people who were +laughing and pointing at me. They then started yelling 'DEATH!' at me, +and fortunately I awoke at the precise moment that they tried to... to +attack me." + Beverly looked at him sympathetically as she related a similar +dream that she had had recently. "I think, Jean-Luc, that it's a +coincidence. With all the excitement of the Conference AND after +what's happened on board the ship, I think that all of us need a break." + "I guess, I guess that must be it. It just seems rather odd that I +should dream about something like this and then awake the next +morning to find that someone else has been killed." + "Drowned, Jean-Luc. Accidently 'drowned'," Crusher firmly +corrected. + Picard sighed and relented, "Drowned." + "I'll see you later," she responded. + Picard solemnly nodded as she left the room. + + ----- + + "Listen, if what you say is true, then I'm interested," the +blond-haired Lieutenant remarked to Darrion Marks. + "Then you WILL come with me." + "How will we get there? What about Star Fleet?" Starbuck asked. + "Don't worry about that. I've arranged transportation. We're due +to rendezvous with the 'others'. Are you with me?" + "Well, that's a tough..." + "Don't hedge Starbuck. You're either in or out. I have gathered +together hundreds to follow me. Now you either..." + "Alright, alright, just let me get my things." + "Quickly, before they try to stop us." + + ----- + + Captain Apollo stood shaking his head in disbelief as he listened +to his Junior Officer, Lieutenant Starbuck, in Starbuck's quarters aboard +the Enterprise. + "Listen Apollo, I've made my decision. I wanna go back," +Starbuck remarked, as he gathered together his belongings. + "Go back? Go back where? What are you talking about?" Apollo +replied. + "Look, don't try and stop me. I know what I'm doing." + "Starbuck," Apollo began again, "what are you talking about? +The Caprican delegation has decided to settle on Earth." + "Well I'm not and I'm not the only one. You know, all this time +I've realized that I've been really fooling myself. Going along with the +program, trying to save our people from the Cylons. Running away, +ALWAYS running away, like a bunch of cowards. Well I'm tired of +running, buddy. It's time to fight back," Starbuck insisted. + "Starbuck, have you lost all your senses? You can't possibly..." + "I'm serious Apollo and this time we'll have the fire power to do +it. I'm telling you, we're fools if we don't' take advantage of..." + Apollo turned away and began to pace around the small cabin. +"I can't believe I'm hearing what I'm hearing, and from YOU of all people. +I mean, assuming you DO decide to go back..." + "And I have," Starbuck interrupted. + "Alright, assuming that you do go back, how will you get there? +It took us nearly a yahren to get this far and you know the Commander +will NEVER authorize anything like that." + "Don't worry Apollo, we've got all the resources we'll need." + "From who? Star Fleet won't go along with this either." + "Who said anything about 'Star Fleet'? Look, I gotta go." + "What about Casseopia? What about..." + "Could you tell her for me buddy? I... I can't. We'd end up +arguing again." + "What about Blue Squadron? You can't just..." + "I've already handed in my resignation. I've thought this over for +a long time and I believe I'm right. No tearful goodbyes for me Captain. +Just wish me luck." + "It's that Ambassador, isn't it? What was his name? Darrion +Marks?" + "Huh?" + "He talked you into this, didn't he?" + "Hey come on, now that's not..." + "Lately, I've noticed him also cozying up to Athena and especially +to Sheba." + "Now wait just a centon..." + "He's got your mind so twisted around that you don't even know if +you're coming or going. In fact, I've seen him hanging around the Senior +Officers from the Enterprise too." + "Look Apollo, believe me, it didn't take some mind-reading alien +who looks like a Human, to convince ME to take the chance to fight for +my home planet..." + "Really? So then you mean you plan on joining that group... +what did they call themselves? 'Return Now!'?" + "Uh, I don't need any group to..." + "Look, if you've made up your mind to go, then go." + "That's right, and I plan on doing just that. I... I just don't want +to leave it like THIS." + "Like what? You expect me to go along with you?" + "No, I don't... and I guess I never will. Look Apollo, we grew up +under very different circumstances. I mean, I was a poor orphan who +ended up being shuttled from family to family in my childhood. You +had a famous father who commanded a Battlestar and who sat on the +Council of the Twelve. You lived a truly privileged life. I've always been +rough and tumble, you know, a 'country boy' type and you're..." + "That's ridiculous Starbuck. If I follow your line of reasoning, +then I would have more to lose if I DIDN'T go with you. But I've dealt +with the fact that you can't always have everything you want in life. +There comes a time when you have to accept your circumstances +and move on. I just can't see the feasibility of trying to fight for our +worlds now, while we're still weak and disorganized." + "Well now that's just it, isn't it? The people interested in doing +this don't consider themselves as 'weak and disorganized'. Anyway, +just... just wish me luck, okay? No hard feelings?" + Apollo sighed heavily as he looked deeply into Starbuck's bright, +blue eyes. He then reached for Starbuck's outstretched hand and the +two finally embraced and patted each other on the back. + "Take care of yourself Starbuck," Apollo stated. + "You know I will. I always have," Starbuck teasingly replied. +"Oh, and tell Boxey that, uh, that I'm doing this for him, okay?" + "That's hard," Apollo replied shaking his head in anguish. +"Okay, you just be careful. See ya." + The young Warrior smiled slightly as he nodded his head in +Apollo's direction and then grabbed his bag, turned, and headed +through the cabin doors into the corridor. + + ----- + + Alexander and Boxey were running full speed down a long corridor, +effortlessly weaving in and out of the Enterprise personnel who strolled by. +They sharply rounded a corner and slammed full force into Ambassador +Darrion Marks. The impact of the collision caused them to bounce +backwards and land hard on the floor. + Alexander looked up at the tall, dark-eyed man and began to +apologize profusely. + "Uh, sorry sir. Really, we were just..." + "In a big hurry, were you?" Marks replied with a small smile as +he rubbed his leg. + "Um, we were, uh, just playing and..." + "I see. Were you going to the Holodeck by any chance?" + "NO!! My father said that I couldn't go unless I ask his permission +first," Alexander stated. + Boxey looked up at the man and said nothing. + "Your father is... Lieutenant Worf, is he not?" the Betazoid inquired. + "Yes sir," Alexander responded with a gulp. + Marks looked at Boxey and said, "And yours is Captain Apollo, +I believe." + "Yes sir..." Boxey replied nervously. "You won't tell, will you?" + The Ambassador laughed and then said, "Of course not. You +know... I think you're both in luck. I recently saw both of your fathers +and if I'm not mistaken, both mentioned that they were planning on +beaming down to Pacifica for a meeting. So... if you want to go, who'll +know?" + "But..." Alexander began. + "Hey, I was your age once. I won't tell. In fact, I was on my way +there myself. Wanna see a neat program?" Marks asked provocatively. + "A skeptical Alexander replied, "I don't know if we should. We +might get into real big trouble." + "Don't worry fellows, I'll vouch for you. Come on," the Betazoid +beckoned. + Alexander looked at the confused Boxey and then back up at +Marks and said, "I don't think his father wants him to go. He's too little." + "Too little? Too little for what? Besides, all the kids on board go +to the Holodeck," the Ambassador insisted. + "Well, I don't know..." Alexander answered, slowly beginning to +soften. + "Just for a little while then. I just wanted to show you what I +programmed. In fact, I heard that you're a Holodeck programming +genius, Alexander. Maybe you can help me finish my program." + "Okay." Alexander relented. "But only for a LITTLE while. +Promise?" + "You have my word," Darrion Marks replied while placing his hand +over his heart as if giving an oath. + + ----- + + As Alexander, Boxey, and Darrion Marks approached the Holodeck +entrance, the doors promptly opened. The three slowly stepped through +the opening and into the middle of a beautiful, almost endless field of +wildflowers, small shrubs and trees. Large, white, billowy clouds hung +lazily overhead in the blue sky and a soft, warm breeze caressed their +faces. + Boxey spun around in wonder and said, "Where are we? This +almost looks like home!" + Marks walked over to the two boys and handed Alexander a ball +of string. + "What's this?" the Klingon boy asked. + The Betazoid man smiled and replied, "It's string. On the other +end is this." He then held up a large, very beautiful kite, fashioned in +the likeness of an immense hawk. + "WOW!!" Alexander exclaimed with glee. "A kite!! I used to have +one of those when I was with my grandparents! Look at this Boxey," he +said excitedly. "Can we fly it??? Please?" he pleaded. + Marks smiled again and said, "Sure. I'll hold the kite and you two +run over that way. When the wind's just right, I'll let it go and we'll see +what happens." + The two boys took off across the field and Marks ran with them, +holding the kite in front of him. + Alexander periodically looked back and carefully unraveled the +string to give the kite more slack. Marks then lifted the kite high over +his head. After a minute, he released it. + The kite finally encountered a breeze, and it drifted slowly +upwards. Then a brief gust sent the bird-kite soaring higher. +Alexander felt the kite ascend and he slowed and looked up at it. + "WOW! Look at that Boxey! We did it!" he exclaimed as he +unraveled more string, allowing the kite to rise even higher in the sky. + "Can I hold it? Can I?" Boxey begged. + "Sure, here." + As the two boys stared in wonder at the magnificent kite, the +wind unexpectedly began to pick up and the force of it pulled Boxey +forward slightly. + "Hey!" the small Human child yelled. "It's pulling me." + "Hold on tight, Boxey. We don't want to lose it!" + The wind grew stronger and then Boxey shouted, "Alexander!! +Help me! I don't want to let it go!" + Alexander grabbed the spool and held it tightly. The wind began +to gust still more and dark clouds rolled in to cover the sky. + Suspiciously, Alexander exclaimed, "Hey! What's going on? +Why is it getting dark?" He looked around frantically for the Betazoid +Ambassador and was unable to see him anywhere. Now concerned, +he looked at Boxey and asked, "Did you see where Mr. Marks went?" + "No. I don't wanna do this anymore Alexander. Let's go," Boxey +shakily replied. + "Yeah. I think you're right," the Klingon boy agreed. "Computer. +End program," he ordered. + The wind continued to howl and now lightening began to dance +across the sky. + "Wait a minute. Why didn't it stop?" Alexander asked aloud. +More forcefully he repeated, "COMPUTER!! END PROGRAM!" + A clap of thunder was the response and it caused the two young +boys to jump in surprise. + They looked up at the sky again, just as the string they held +snapped and fell to the ground. Curiously, the bird-kite remained in +place above them, hovering ominously. With alarm, Alexander grabbed +Boxey's hand and they ran towards a large tree for cover. They +crouched next to it as the wind grew more fierce. Blowing debris from +the field now began swirling around them. + "What's wrong? Why won't it stop!" the frightened Boxey +whimpered. + "I don't know," Alexander replied. "Something's REALLY wrong. +COMPUTER! EXIT!" he yelled at the storm. + The response this time was a long, piercing screech from above. +Alexander looked up and gasped in horror as the beak of the bird-kite +opened wide. The kite, now a living, breathing hawk, headed straight for +them, it's long, sharp talons fully extended in front of it. + Alexander turned towards Boxey and pushed him out of the way +just as the bird swooped low and past them, futilely clawing at the +space they had just vacated. The two ran towards another tree while +the hawk circled high above to begin it's attack approach again. Just +as they reached the tree, a large bolt of lightening hit it and it burst into +a million sparks. Boxey and Alexander were thrown to the ground and +they rolled in opposite directions, again evading the hawk as it +plummeted and missed. Alexander crawled towards Boxey and held +him close as the hawk resumed it's circling in preparation for another run. + Suddenly, the left wall of the Holodeck chamber began to flicker +and the images began to fade. Boxey buried his head in the Klingon +boy's tunic, and began to sob in fear. Alexander watched in +fascination as another wall began to flicker and fade to black and yellow. +The bird above began to screech loudly and angrily, as the sky finally +began to flicker to reveal a ceiling. The hawk quickly charged again in +one last attempt, and then abruptly winked out of existence, mere +centimeters above Alexander's head. + The boys sat crouched together and were shivering violently +when Lieutenant Commander Data entered the Holodeck. + "Alexander, Boxey, are you alright?" the android asked with +concern, as he ran towards them. "My console indicted a malfunction +in this chamber and after discovering that a program was in progress +here, I attempted to discontinue it." + Alexander tried to speak but no words would come out. + Data knelt down, picked up both boys, and carried them towards +the exit. He then remarked, "I am afraid that the mortality fail-safe was +somehow disabled during the running of this program. Thus, I will take +you both to sickbay to verify that you have not suffered any extensive +injuries." + ----- + + Apollo stood silently looking out the window in his father's +quarters. + "Apollo, I'm sorry that you weren't able to convince Starbuck +to stay with us, but I don't think that there is anything we can do to +stop him, once he's made up his mind," Adama remarked. + "But Father, why now? Now, more than ever, we NEED people +like Starbuck to..." + "Do we? The purpose of this Conference was to not only apply +for admission to the Federation, but to expose our people to the myriad +of possibilities that they would have if they chose to stay here. +Apparently Starbuck wasn't convinced..." + "But that's just it... somehow, someone, who I believe I know the +identity of, 'unconvinced' Starbuck that staying here would be the right +thing to do," Apollo replied. + "'Unconvinced'? What do you mean? Who is this 'someone' you +are talking about?" + "Ambassador Marks. I've seen him almost everywhere. On this +ship, down on the surface... talking to tens, if not hundreds of people. +Remember how he managed to visit EVERY ship in the Fleet during +the time he was with us? Father, I may be crazy, but there's +something about him that's just not..." + "Crusher to Captain Apollo", a voice on the intercom stated. + Apollo walked over to a Comm panel, punched a button and +answered, "Captain Apollo here." + "Captain, could you come to sickbay right away? It's your son." + + ----- + + Captain Apollo nearly crashed through the closed doors of +sickbay, which barely parted in time to admit him. He shoved past +the nurses and technicians towards Doctor Crusher. Crusher looked +up at the man who approached and carefully laid her diagnostic scanner +on a table. + "Where is he?" Apollo demanded. + "He's fine Captain. He's right over here," Beverly Crusher replied, +pointing over to a nearby bed. + Apollo swiftly moved towards the bed and said, "Boxey, what +happened?" + "Captain, could you come into my office?" Crusher requested. + "Not until I see how my son is." + "Really, Boxey will be fine. Just a little worn for he wear. +Nothing unusual for a boy his age." + "I see, and how would you know what little boys..." + "I HAVE a son, Captain, who's not that much younger than +you are." + "Fine, but I think you should understand that I've really had it up +to here with..." + "Please Captain. Commander Data is in my office and he will fill +you in on what happened." + Apollo took a deep breath and finally relented to accompany +Crusher to her office. Inside, Data stood calmly, awaiting his turn to +brief the Colonial Officer. Crusher leaned against the edge of her desk +and folded her arms across the front of her body. + "Alright Commander. From the beginning. Tell me what's going +on?" Apollo insisted. + "Apparently the two boys were involved in a Holodeck program +that may have caused..." Data began. + "What two boys? Who else was with Boxey?" Apollo +interrupted. + "Lieutenant Worf's son, Alexander." + Furious, Apollo exclaimed, "What? I told Boxey not to..." + "According to both boys, they were accompanied by Ambassador +Marks." + "What?" + "When I questioned the boys, they informed me that +Ambassador Marks had asked them to help him with his program..." + "Boxey is not even seven yahrens old and he doesn't know +anything about any 'Holodeck'. I don't understand..." + "Captain please..." Crusher pleaded. + "The program involved a seemingly innocuous outdoor scene of +an open field. The Ambassador offered to assist the boys with a kite. +As soon as the kite was aloft, the boys say that the wind began to +gust and a storm ensued. They also claim that the kite transformed +into a real hawk and it began to attack them. At approximately that +point, I discovered the malfunction and proceeded to shut down the +program. I found the two boys huddled together in the center of the +Holodeck and brought them here." + "Where is Marks now?" + "That's the strange part Captain," Crusher injected. "According +to the Conference schedule, he was supposedly in a session during the +entire time of the incident." + "What the hell is going on here?" Apollo remarked. + "I do not know Captain, but we will endeavor to find out." + + --o-- + + "YOU! ANDORIAN! WHAT do you know about your boss's death?" +Worf demanded to the bartender at the 'Trade Winds'. + "My NAME is Altan and I know nothing," the bartender replied +evenly. + "Have you seen any strange people around here?" Riker asked, +as he turned to watch two Yridian traders walk by. "Anyone +suspicious?" + "People come and people go," was the reply. + "Anyone that Lani Mikoa may have... 'owed'?" Worf asked. + "Not that I am aware. I have learned to mind my own business," +Altan calmly said. + "Really... then I'm sure you're aware that there hasn't been any +act of violence successfully carried out on this planet in years," Riker +noted. + "My people are a violent race, Commander. Such things do not +phase me. But I do recognize 'evil' when I encounter it." + "'Evil'?" Worf exclaimed. + The Andorian smiled slowly and his eyes shifted quickly from +Officer to Officer. "Perhaps I can be persuaded with some... +incentive..." + "You KNOW that Star Fleet Officers don't carry any currency. +But perhaps, we can request that the local Health department re- +schedule their inspections..." + "They will find NOTHING. The Mistress was obsessive about +the cleanliness of her establishment. No bother, I will relay to you +my observations. There is an evil presence here, one which I haven't +encountered in many, many of your years. Beware of it Human +and Klingon." + And with that, the Andorian turned and walked away. + + ----- + + "This is like Paradise. The ocean, the gardens... It's like a +wonderful fantasy come true. I wish that we could stay here forever," +Lieutenant Sheba dreamily remarked, as she leaned against the stone +railing that circled the Grand Courtyard, overlooking the ocean. + "Why not? That IS an option," Darrion Marks whispered, as he +slowly moved behind her, placed his hands on the back of her neck, +and began to massage it. + Sheba sighed and then responded, "I don't think so. Actually, +I promised to go with Apollo and the others to Earth." + "You like him, don't you?" + "Who?" + "Come on Sheba. You forget what I am, what I can do," the +Betazoid noted. + "Well... yes, I will admit that I'm attracted to Apollo, but..." + "But?" + "Well, I don't think that I can ever replace his wife, at least in +HIS eyes, anyway." + "And who might she be?" + "Serena. Her name was Serena." + "So where is she now?" + "She was killed. It was so sad. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for +Apollo. That happened before I met him, just prior to when my father's +ship briefly joined up with the Galactica," Sheba explained. + "Your father? Tell me about him," Marks asked, already knowing +the story. + "What is there to tell? He was the greatest and most famous of all +the Colonial Commanders. An outstanding Warrior. I've always envied +him." + "Where is he now?" + "Well, we really don't know. We lost track of him during a battle. +We don't know his whereabouts." + "I see. Perhaps, you should seek him out." + "What? How? Besides, wherever he is, it's a long, long way from +here." + "I think that I can help you." + "But how? I thought that..." + "Do you want to find your father? See him again?" + "Well yes, but..." + "Then come with me. I'll take you to him," the Ambassador +replied, almost hypnotically. + "What.... what are you talking about?" Sheba responded, now a +little disoriented. + Suddenly, Marks grabbed her and began to kiss her +passionately. She tried to resist but then relaxed, tentatively wrapping +her arms around his neck. Their lips parted and Marks whispered, +"Come with me. There are others who will be going." + Sheba stared at him with confusion, as her emotions began to +run wild. His black eyes burned in her soul and she sat motionless, +gazing into infinity. + "Will you come with me?" he asked again. + "You, you... What IS it?? What is it about you that is so +familiar?" + "Perhaps it's my love for adventure. The years I served on a +freighter exploring the galaxy," he suggested. + "I guess... I guess that MUST be it," she replied, looking down +at the floor with confusion. + Marks began to stroke her hair. He then lifted her chin to guide +her eyes towards his as he again whispered, "Will you come with me? + Will you follow me?" + Weakly, Sheba responded, "Yes." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 06/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:17:28 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 290 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + VI + + + + + + + + Rhythmically, predictably, the sea ran to greet the shore and +playfully retreated back to the safety of its depths. Again and again, +it's fingers reached forward to touch the fine, blue-white sand and then +pulled back again. Apollo sat stiffly on a large piece of driftwood, +looking out at the rushing and retreating water. Maddening images +were constantly besieging him, as he tried to rest his mind. + "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Deanna Troi said sweetly, from +directly behind the seated man. She then made her way around a +tangle of vines to reach Apollo. + "I guess so. You know, it's been so long since I've been to an +ocean. When I was little, my mother used to take us all the time. I +used to like to run right up to the edge of the water and then when a +wave came in, I would run back as fast as I could, before the water got +a chance to touch me." + "You seem troubled," Troi suddenly remarked. + Apollo glanced up at the Counselor and remarked, "Wouldn't you +be? After all that's happened? After what MAY happen? I mean, +someone tried to kill my son. This has GOT to stop!" + "I understand, but if you think about it, there's always going +to be confusion and turmoil when change occurs. It's part of the +process." + "Yes but this has gone a bit too far. Cold-blooded killing? +We've had enough death and destruction at the hands of the Cylons +already," Apollo noted. + "But wasn't this type of thing building up for a while? I mean, +from what I could see, there was alot of discontent among your people +with respect to what would happen to them." + "Sure there's turmoil. Sure there's alot of discontent. But now +you're suggesting that your people had nothing to do with this." + "I'm not suggesting that at all. I'm just trying to show you some +reasons why you shouldn't dwell on it. It's as simple as that. Besides, +what would the Federation gain from being involved in something like +that anyway?" Troi asked defensively. + "You know, I've begun to notice something about you people. +You always want to look at or blame someone else when something +like this happens." + "What do you mean?" + "Exactly what I said," Apollo replied, turning away from her and +trying hard to suppress his anger and frustration. "We have now had +four people killed by some sick individual or individuals, two children +who were 'allegedly' attacked by some out-of-control computer, and all +YOU do is go around and psychoanalyze why we shouldn't worry about +it." + Counselor Troi, now somewhat insulted, said, "I sensed that you +were upset and frustrated and I came over here to try to help. I resent +the fact that you believe I'm doing this for some selfish, personal +reason." + "Are you?" + "As ship's Counselor, THAT'S my job, and I'm sorry that you feel +the way you do about me and my crewmates. If you want to know, we +are ALL concerned about what happened and have spent the past few +days and nights trying to come up with an explanation. Now if that's +not good enough for you Captain, then that's too bad!" She +immediately turned around and left him to sit alone again, her eyes +burning with fury. + + ----- + + After returning to her small, overnight beach house to retrieve +her bathing suit and towel, Deanna Troi stood silently on the beach, +finally relaxed after her ordeal with Captain Apollo. She closed her +eyes, as the sea breeze gently caressed her face and set her long +hair in motion. She looked up at the sky and smiled as the full +moon's soft glow softly illuminated the tree tops and water surface. +She carefully unfastened her tunic and let it drop to the sand. Slowly, +she walked towards the water and tentatively extended one toe to +gauge the temperature of the surf. Judging it suitable, she ran towards +the waves and then expertly dove in. + She began her water exercises with a strong free style swim +towards the center of the lagoon and then she stopped to float +peacefully on her back, staring up at the twinkling stars. She felt her +body arch and flatten in tandem with the current, as it gathered strength +to finally reach the shore, only to retreat and begin again. Wave after +wave passed beneath her body, stronger and stronger until she found +herself bobbing higher then she felt comfortable with. She rolled into +an upright position, gently kicking her legs to keep her balance and +was now somewhat concerned with the undertow she felt. She looked +over at the shore and then began to swim towards it. After awhile, she +looked up again and noted that she had not made as much progress +as she expected. She began to swim harder, periodically looking up +to check her position. Now anxious, she quickly looked around just +in time to brace herself for a large wave that had formed out of nowhere +and came crashing down upon her, sending her deep underwater. +She struggled with all her might to reach the dark surface and once +there, barely had time to gasp before another wave sent her under +again. She began to panic and she struggled to summon her +emergency water safety training, in an effort to conserve her energy and +air. She again managed to break the surface, whereby she gasped for +air, screamed, and then was pulled under yet another time. Her chest +and limbs began to ache as she once more fought to reach the surface, +but to no avail. With one final kick, she tried to break free of the +powerful current, cried out in her mind to her mother and her Imzadi, +William Riker, and then gave up, as her lungs drank it's fill of the sea, +and the world went dark. + + ----- + + "DEANNA!!!!" Lwaxana Troi suddenly screamed, accidently +sending her dinner plate flying off the table. + "Lwaxana! What is it? What's wrong?!" the startled +Commander of the Galactica asked. + "OH GOD! DEANNA! Please, Adama... please HELP HER!" +she moaned, crumbling to the floor in tears. + Adama ran to the Comm panel in his quarters and hit the +button that opened a channel. "Adama to Captain Picard. Please +acknowledge. We have an emergency." + + ----- + + The first thing Deanna Troi sensed was her violent coughing, +as she struggled to take air into her water-filled lungs. Then she +felt a pulsating pressure around her waist and chest, that started +low and then pushed upwards. Finally, she found that her normal +breathing pattern had begun to return, periodically interrupted with +more coughing, as her body attempted to expel the remaining liquid +within her. She felt someone gently lay her on her side and then felt +that someone begin to rub her back. Gentle fingers unclasped the +fine gold chain with the Bajoran amulet and slid it off her neck. She +shuddered with exhaustion, drifting in and out of consciousness +and she could barely hear the whisper in her ear. + "You'll be fine. Just lay there and let me take care of you." + Deanna suddenly shivered once more and then she felt warmth +all over her body. She began to feel as if someone were probing her +mind. She tried to fight it, but her mind was weakened and she was +barely conscious. The sensations proved to be too strong, too +wonderful, too delicious to resist. + "Deanna, come with me," the voice whispered in her mind. + "I can't," she replied to his mind. + "Deanna, you WANT to come with me," the voice insisted. + "Come where? I..." + "Help me then. Will you help me?" the voice pleaded inside +her head. + Deanna gave in and responded telepathically, "Yes." + + ----- + + Will Riker ran full speed across the fine sand towards a row +of small beach houses, clustered around the lagoon. He found +Deanna Troi's bungalow and burst through the door yelling, "Deanna! +Where are..." + He abruptly stopped cold when he saw Darrion Marks sitting on +the bed beside the Counselor. + "Commander?" Marks innocently said. "Is there a problem?" + Riker now confused, replied, "Deanna's mother claims that +she sensed that her daughter was in danger. I came down +immediately to investigate." + Troi piped up and responded, "I'm alright Will. I had a, well... +a swimming accident. I'll be fine." + A skeptical Riker, while angrily staring at the Betazoid +Ambassador, entreated, "Are you SURE Deanna? I can get Doctor +Crusher here to check you..." + "NO! No, that's alright, Will. Really... I just need to get +myself together." + Marks stood up and walked towards Riker. "She's perfectly +fine, Commander," he calmly stated. "Is there anything else?" + Furious, but in control, Riker mumbled, "No." He solemnly +looked towards Deanna, nodded at Marks, and then left the room. + + ----- + + Lwaxana Troi sat on a sofa in her quarters and began to lament +her state of affairs. + "Oh Adama! I thought that when I was through with the +diapers, I was free at last. And then came the toddling, and then +the friend-making, and then school, and dating... it just never ends." + Adama chuckled and continued with, "And THEN comes the +weddings, and then the grandchildren, and on and on. Yes +Lwaxana, you are right. It NEVER ends." + Lwaxana sighed and said, "This has been such an awful day. +First I was forced to break up a fist fight between two delegates in my +session. Then I was forced to sit in on a session with that AWFUL +Ambassador from Zackdorn and his arrogant AND obnoxious +assistant. THEN, I ruined a perfectly romantic dinner worrying +about..." + "Lwaxana," Adama interrupted, "don't be so hard on yourself." + "Well at least YOU didn't have to sit in front of that RUDE +Tellarite, who was snoring through your whole presentation." + "Lwaxana..." + "And MY speech was JUST AWFUL..." + "I think that you did rather well..." + "I'm sorry Adama, It's been a long day. Maybe I need to +turn in for the night," Mrs. Troi remarked. + "Agreed. Shall we meet again for breakfast tomorrow morning?" + Lwaxana slowly looked up at his dark brown eyes and smiled. +"That would be nice," she replied. + Adama cleared his throat and then said, "Very good. Then I +shall see you tomorrow morning?" + "Yes," was the weak reply. + "Good night Lwaxana." + Adama turned to leave, halted, and then slowly walked back +to the Betazoid. He bent down slightly and kissed her on the cheek. +Lwaxana began to blush as she said, "Good night Adama and sweet +dreams." + He smiled, nodded, and then exited the cabin. + + ----- + + Lwaxana Troi tossed and turned restlessly in her bed as her +sub-conscious rapidly moved from vision to horrifying vision. She +found herself standing on the edge of a barren cliff, overlooking a +steep canyon. The wind buffeted her body as she struggled to +keep her footing and balance. She found herself paralyzed and +frustrated that she could not make her legs move away from there, +away to ANYWHERE. A fierce gust howled past her and the +wind-swept rain threatened to toss her over the cliff. Suddenly, +she began to hear someone laughing. The laughter started softly, +as if from some distance away, and then it increased in intensity. +It echoed around her, rising and falling, as lightening now danced +across the sky. + "Stop!" Lwaxana cried out in her mind. The hysterical laughter +continued, now all around her, pounding endlessly in her head, and +she attempted to cover her ears. + "STOP!!" she yelled again at no one, and no one paid her any +mind as the squeals continued. + Lwaxana abruptly sat upright in her bed, with beads of sweat +on her forehead. She was breathing heavily and shaking from her +nightmare, trying desperately to fathom the hidden meaning behind it. +She closed her eyes and tried to relax, finally laying back down and +wrapping the covers around her, as she began to feel slightly chilled. +She slowly drifted off to sleep again and found herself in an ancient, +drafty stone castle. She looked around at the myriad of lighted +candles that dotted the old courtyard and twinkled from massive +chandeliers, hung from the soot-covered stone ceiling. + A man entered the large room through an old, creaky door and +walked past her as if she were invisible. The man, dressed in a heavy +linen tunic and cloak, wore a small crown of brass on his head. His +full, dark beard and mustache were untrimmed, contributing to his +overall unkempt appearance. The man walked past her again, this +time carrying a wooden box, with strange carved symbols on it and +inlays of gold and silver. He stopped in the center of the courtyard, +just as others began to enter the room. Men and women from a +number of different worlds crowded around the center of the courtyard +near the man, some dressed impeccably in silks and jewels, while +others were barely clothed in sackcloth or whatever rags they could +find. Lwaxana walked towards the people as they began to form a +circle around a strange ceramic pattern on the floor. The bearded man +stepped within the inlaid circle, opened the box and took out a jar of +red powder. As he opened the jar, the people began to chant in some +unintelligible tongue, some dropping to their knees in deference. The +man poured the contents on the floor and the chanting grew louder. +Lwaxana pushed through the crowds, demanding from those around +her, the purpose of what was happening. The people ignored her and +reverently watched as the man then pulled out another jar from his box. +He held it up for all to see and the crowds cheered. + A breeze suddenly filtered into the room, causing the candles +all around to flicker. The man opened the jar and poured it's contents +on the floor. Suddenly a large gust of wind simultaneously blew out all +the candles and fueled the flames that erupted inside the circle of +onlookers. The bearded man then burst out in hysterical laughter as +the flames darted around him. The crowd joined in and soon the entire +chamber echoed in maddening glee. Lwaxana again covered her ears +and shouted for it to stop. As she tried to run away, she found herself +blocked, as the people began to encircle her, pointing and shouting +and laughing. Lwaxana dropped to her knees and covered her head +as they continued to taunt her and ridicule her. + "NO!" she yelled as she again abruptly sat up in the bed, her +sheets now splayed on the floor from her tossing and turning. She +immediately stumbled out of the bed and reached for her Comm panel +to summon her servant. + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 07/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:18:17 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 387 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + VII + + + + + + + +Captain's Log. Supplemental + + +"We are now in the fourth day of the Conference and I have observed +a slight change in the behavior of my crew. Nothing obvious, not +enough to warrant a more indepth examination just yet, but a shift in +personality, nonetheless. I perceive a modicum of evasiveness, a +barely perceptible, 'dark tone' that has taken root on board this ship. +I am still disturbed by nightmarish dreams and have recently +discovered that numerous members of my crew are similarly +plagued by these haunting images. + +Of course, all of this may be just my imagination, as we are all +suffering the stress of the events that have occurred over the past few +days, but when you serve with a crew, so closely, so intimately, you +KNOW them, FEEL them. I KNOW that right now, SOMETHING +doesn't feel right." + + --o-- + + "Tigh, what's your status?" Adama asked the man on his +viewscreen. + "Bad Adama. Ever since word spread throughout the Fleet +about what happened to the Council President, things have gotten +almost completely out of control," the Colonel remarked. + "Have you declared Martial Law?" Adama asked. + "Struck down," Tigh angrily spat. "By order of the Council. +Adama, we have hundreds, including some of our Warriors, who have +left the Fleet aboard fifteen of our fastest ships and are headed towards +some place the Federation calls, 'Ipus Minor'." + "I see, and what about those assigned to those ships? They +didn't just throw people off..." + "With respect to the displacement of the people from those +ships, well... we're stretching all our resources just to accommodate +them AND maintain some order." + "What about those who stayed?" + "Fortunately, most of our people appear willing to go along with +the agreements signed between the Federation and the Colonies. We +just have to keep those who are dissatisfied from stirring up trouble +and instigating more chaos by spreading unsubstantiated rumors." + "Very well. Star Fleet has informed us that they will be +sending what they call 'Colonization ships' to you to begin the +transfer of our people to the agreed upon locations. I will be joining +you shortly thereafter. And Tigh, there are some things that I will need +to speak with you about when I arrive. Things that don't bode well for +our future." + "I understand, Adama. I've heard the rumors." + "Rumors that MAY be true." + "Adama, what more can happen to...?" + "Tigh, despite all that has happened since the beginning and +despite all that will come to pass, I put my faith in the writings of the +ancestors. We will prevail in the end. You or I may not live to see it, +but we WILL prevail. I believe it in my very soul." + "I hope you're right Adama." + "I KNOW I'm right." + + --o-- + + "Hey Data, look at this." + Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge and Lieutenant +Commander Data were standing hunched over the main console in +Engineering. + "Interesting," Data replied as he looked at the screen of +information pointed out by Geordi. + "I'll say. If I'm reading this correctly, it looks like +according to the logs, at the precise moment that the 'storm' began +in the Holodeck program, the ship's internal sensors registered an +energy surge, not only where YOU saw it, in the imaging and matter +conversion subsystems of the Holodeck, but actually in the chamber +itself, as if someone activated some kind of huge power generator in +there. That must have been some powerful program to malfunction +like that," La Forge remarked. + "Geordi, I do not believe that the program itself caused the +energy surge. According to the actual program logs, the program +ran normally. There were no indications of any programming +anomalies or shifts in the expected settings. However, it appears that +the Ops station was reacting to the sudden energy surge and +interpreted THAT as a malfunction. In fact, the data that we have so +far, particularly that found in the ship's internal functions logs, seems +to confirm that the energy surge occurred INDEPENDENTLY from +the program OR the chamber," Data noted. + "Data... what are you suggesting?" + "I hypothesize that the energy surge may have been caused +either from some source OUTSIDE the ship or possibly by some +entity on board the ship," Data replied. + "Entity...? Geordi began. + "Excuse me gentlemen. You're just the people I wanted to +see," Darrion Marks interrupted. + "Uh, Ambassador... we were just reviewing your Holodeck +program and..." Geordi began to explain. + "You didn't find anything, did you?" the Betazoid replied, almost +hypnotically. + Geordi tried to speak, but couldn't put the words together, as +he suddenly felt slightly disoriented. + "Actually," Data chimed in, "We..." Data momentarily froze, +blinked and then continued in a stilted fashion, indicating an internal +malfunction of his programming, "Could... not... lo-cate... a... cause... +for... the... malfunction." + "Commander La Forge?" Marks inquired. + "We... couldn't... confirm anything," the Engineer replied with +confusion, as those were definitely NOT the words he wanted to say. + "Hmmmm, I see. Well keep working on it. I'm sure something +will turn up," the Ambassador responded. + "Yes sir! Uh, I mean, yes Ambassador. We'll keep looking," +Geordi fumbled, trying to clear his mind of the disorientation, and now +trying to deal with the massive distortions that he could see and feel +through his VISOR. + "Geordi, are you alright?" the Second Officer asked with concern. + "I don't know Data. I think something's wrong with my VISOR. +I... I better go to sickbay and see Doctor Crusher so she can check it +out." + "Good idea Commander La Forge. I'll walk you there, if you'd +like," Marks offered. + "No, no that's okay. I'll... I'll get there." + "Very good," Marks replied, as he walked away from the two +Enterprise Officers. + "I will continue here Geordi. Since neither the logs nor the +internal sensors registered anything unusual, then perhaps the Ops +console was malfunctioning," Data remarked matter-of-factly. "Even +an energy surge or anomaly might have indicated something, but +unfortunately none of these were detected." + "Yeah and it also looks like those two boys pulled a fast one +on us, lying like that and telling us that Ambassador Marks was in +there with them," Geordi added angrily. + + --o-- + +Adama's Journal: + + +"It has been nearly a secton since we left the Fleet to participate +in the Federation membership Conference and I have found an +increase in the frequency of strange and unexplainable occurrences +that have marred what should have been a joyous event. My crew is +exhibiting unusual behavior and I fear that some evil presence has +been let loose both aboard this ship AND on the planet's surface. I +ask the Lords to watch over us during this stressful time." + + ----- + + "Lwaxana, I came here to ask you to confirm for me, a feeling +that I've had since I came on board this vessel," Commander Adama +stated. + "It's about Darrion Marks, isn't it?" Mrs. Troi replied. + "Yes." + "I don't know what to tell you, Adama. I've tried to penetrate +his mind but he closes it off to me. It's as if he weren't there at all. +I don't know what else to tell you." + "Has he ever approached you or tried to become friendly with +you as I have observed that he has done with my crew?" + "No. Interestingly enough, I've had very little contact with him. +Perhaps due to the fact that our respective families have had a, well, +a very 'cool' relationship with each other in the past." + "I see. Lwaxana, I had a very disturbing dream last night. I +haven't told anyone else about it, not even my children. I +remember..." He paused and thought for a bit, then continued, "I +remember crowds... all around me... laughing and pointing at me, +taunting me. The worst part was the laughter, the insane laughter. +I recall that one of the faces in the crowd was... it HAD to be, Darrion +Marks." + "Adama, I had a similar dream, with people laughing, but I +don't remember Darrion being in it. I've recently noticed your intense +concern about this man, but I just can't quite figure out why. It's as if +you're leaving me dangling..." + "I have been trained to exercise thought-blocking as well, +Lwaxana. There are thoughts I have that I don't wish you to know, if +only to not have you involved in what I suspect may be..." + "Involved? Involved in what? You suspect that Darrion Marks +has something to do with what's going on?" + "I don't know WHAT to believe Lwaxana. I only know that I don't +want you to get hurt." + "Hurt? Hurt by whom? Adama, I am a grown woman. I am quite +capable of ..." + "Please Lwaxana, do not be offended by what I mean. If you +insist, I believe that Ambassador..." + Suddenly, the door chime sounded. + Lwaxana responded with, "Come in?" + Ambassador Marks tentatively stepped inside the cabin. "Ah, +Ambassador Troi, I, uh, didn't expect that you had company, perhaps +I will come back later?" + "Yes Darrion, why don't you do that," Lwaxana replied. + Marks smiled, nodded and then left. + "Now, you should sense my apprehension Lwaxana. I have +noted that whenever I have mentioned his name, he always appears." + "Now THAT sounds a little paranoid, don't you think?" + "It's true and you don't find it the least bit unusual that we +should experience similar dreams?" Adama insisted. "I am afraid +that I must speak with the Captain about what has occurred over the +past secton. It must end here." + "Adama, are you suggesting...? You REALLY wish to break +off the talks?" + Adama stood and headed for the door. "Yes. Until such time +that the Federation feels that we are worth negotiating with." + "But I think that you're jumping to conclusions. You can't +possibly believe that the Federation condones..." + "As I said before, I don't know WHAT to believe Lwaxana. All +I know is that I have recently talked to one of my Officers back on the +Galactica and apparently a significant percentage of our people have +left the fleet with members of YOUR Federation and Star Fleet. For +some reason, they want to attempt to carry out an assault on the +Cylons. This talk of returning to attack our enemies has caused alot +of confusion among my people. It MUST end here and now. This +Darrion Marks has spent an inordinate amount of time socializing +with our Colonists. I believe that somehow, HE is the cause of all +our problems, both here and back at the Fleet." + "WHAT?" + "Lwaxana, please. I don't blame you for what has happened but +I must look out for the safety of those under my care and responsibility. +I will try to speak with you again later this evening, if you will have me." + "Of course Adama. You know you are always welcome." + "I hope that I am, Lwaxana. I hope that I am." + + ----- + + "Sir, I have analyzed all the data that we have from all four +deaths and I have found only two things in common," the android +Second Officer remarked. + "And those are?" Picard asked. + "First, all four had some connection to the Conference, +including Mr. Mot's assistant, who we recently discovered, had +planned to apply for a job as a personal barber to the Colonial +Council President. He also planned to sign on as a temporary +worker at a concession stand located in the 'Trade Winds Resort', +during the week of the Conference." + "Hmmm, and what else?" + "Secondly, all four had some connection to Ambassador +Marks." + "Marks?" + "That is correct." + Picard stood and began to pace. "Marks? Where on Earth +would Jonathan Baird have met Darrion Marks?" + "I checked the files and apparently, Admiral Baird was one of +the Admirals who received a debriefing from Marks regarding the +Cardassian cease-fire agreement." + "But I thought that Admiral Nechayev...?" + "Admiral Nechayev was also involved in the debriefing, +although specifically that given by Captain Jellico. Admiral Baird +acted as a liaison between the Federation and Star Fleet during that +time, just prior to his detail as Acting Commandant of Star Fleet +Academy. Thus he was often called to sit in on discussions with +the Diplomatic Corps." + "And the Council President?" + "Apparently, early on, the Council President became very +friendly with the Ambassador, I believe from the time they first met +aboard the Enterprise, just after our battle with the Cylons." + Stupefied, Picard continued, "And Lani...?" + "From the interviews that Lieutenant Worf and I have conducted +on the planet surface, including those I had with Miss Mikoa's +assistant, Kelly Takahito, Darrion Marks was a frequent visitor to the +resort and was apparently a good friend of the proprietor. Finally, Mr. +Mot's assistant had apparently known the Ambassador from some +time ago, before he came on board the Enterprise," Data concluded. + "What about the computer malfunction of the fire suppression +system?" + "We still haven't uncovered any evidence of a 'malfunction' +Captain. At this point, Geordi and I are speculating that perhaps +a force field of some kind, undetectable by our sensors, may have +been in place, actually isolating the fire and smoke from the detection +systems." + Picard began to pace around the room in frustration. "None of +what you describe is enough to draw any conclusions. Ever since +we arrived at Pacifica and began to experience these violent and +unexplainable acts, we have encountered one dead end after another, +as if we were being purposely misled to believe that the incidents +were random," he remarked. "Now you propose that all roads lead to +this Betazoid Ambassador, who, from the brief instances that I have +observed him, appears to have made it a point to portray himself as +anything BUT a cold-blooded, manipulating killer. Data, I need +something more substantial. Can you place the Ambassador at +any of..." + Suddenly the door chime sounded and Picard responded, +"Come." + Ambassador Marks stepped inside and commented, "Oh, +excuse me Captain, I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I didn't realize +that you were having a meeting. + Picard then replied, "Ambassador what can I do for you?" + "It really wasn't that important. Just some artifacts I managed +to buy on Pacifica that I thought you might be interested in. Another +time perhaps?" + "Yes. Another time." + "Very good," Marks replied. He glanced over at Data and +acknowledged his presence with, "Commander," before turning and +walking out the door. + Slightly miffed, Picard turned to look at his Second Officer, +"Data, you were saying..." + "Actually Captain, you inquired as to whether the Ambassador +could be placed at the scene of the incidents. Each time, the +possibility did exist where he COULD have been there, however, the +evidence is circumstantial... except for one other thing..." + "What's that?" + "There was an incident in the Holodeck involving Captain Apollo's +son Boxey and Worf's son Alexander. According to the two boys, +Ambassador Marks accompanied them into the Holodeck to run one +of his programs and then he left them, trapped within the +malfunctioning Holodeck program." + "Malfunctioning?" + "Yes. I discovered that somehow, the security lockouts had +been overridden and the mortality fail-safe had been discontinued. +I was able however, to halt the program in time. Fortunately, the boys +were not hurt." + "When did all this happen?" Picard asked, now very concerned. + "Just yesterday afternoon, sir. We questioned Marks after we +found him, and..." Data froze again. + "Data, are you alright?" Picard inquired suspiciously. "Run a +self-diagnostic. I think that..." + Data remained silent for a brief moment, blinked and then +stated, "Self-diagnostic complete. Every thing checks out. Perhaps +it was a momentary glitch..." + "Continue then," Picard ordered, suspicion now penetrating his +psyche. + "We could NOT verify anything," Data replied. "In fact, we have +eyewitnesses who claim he was with THEM on the planet, during the +time of the incident." + "What? What in the devil is going on...?" + "Commander Adama to Captain "Picard." + "Picard here. What is it Commander." + "Captain, we must talk. This is urgent." + Picard sighed. "Very well Commander. We can meet here, +in my Ready..." + "No Captain. I would rather meet with you privately. Not on +the Bridge." + "Is that necessary Commander? My Ready Room is..." + "Yes Captain. It IS necessary. I cannot tell you why at this +moment." + "You may meet me at my quarters, Commander," Picard then +reluctantly replied. + "That will be satisfactory." + "Picard out. Data, continue to gather your evidence and work +with Mr. Worf to see if we can obtain statements from the witnesses +on Pacifica and on the Enterprise." + "Aye, sir." + + --o-- + + "Athena, what's gotten into you lately? All you've been doing +for the past centaur, is talk about Darrion Marks!" Apollo exclaimed to +his sister. + "But Apollo, he really IS a nice guy! I like him alot! You +know, he showed me how to operate the Holodeck, and you wouldn't +believe..." + "Here we go again. What IS IT about this 'Holodeck'?" Apollo +inquired. + "It's WONDERFUL Apollo. You can't imagine..." Athena began. + "It's nothing but a big deception if you ask me. Athena! Don't +you understand??? It's NOT real!" + "Don't knock it 'till you try it Apollo," Athena retorted. + "Don't worry Athena. You'll NEVER find ME in there. It seems +like EVERY ONE of us who's gone in there with that Ambassador, has +come out with their sensors scrambled, INCLUDING Boxey! Now +HE'S talking about wanting to go back home to Caprica, which I +KNOW he can barely remember, AFTER he went through this whole +production of making ME promise to take him to Earth!" + "Well, YOU can act like a 'goody two-shoes', spoiled brat all +you want big brother, but Casseopia and I are going to enjoy ourselves +for a change... IN the Holodeck!" And with that, she abruptly left Apollo +alone in his quarters. + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 08/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:19:10 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 455 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + VIII + + + + + + + + Adama sat stiffly on a sofa in Jean-Luc Picard's cabin, staring +at nothing in particular. Picard placed a decanter of tea and two cups +on the small coffee table and then he slowly sat in a chair directly +across from the Colonial Commander. + "Captain Picard," Adama began. "There are things that I need +to discuss with you, some you may not want to hear. I have debated +over how our people should proceed based on recent events and I +have now made my decision. Before I tell you what we plan, I do +want to mention a strange occurrence that I have observed over the +past few centauris or rather, you call them 'days', for which I have no +logical explanation. Some may consider it paranoia but... have you +noticed that whenever we happened to discuss Ambassador Marks, +he always seemed to mysteriously appear? Wherever we may be? + "No Commander, that's not paranoia. I have observed that +myself. In fact, we had considered..." + Suddenly, the door chime sounded. + Startled, Picard and Adama simultaneously looked at each +other. The Captain immediately stood and walked over to the door. +He pushed the button that released the lock. The door opened to +reveal Darrion Marks standing patiently in the corridor, holding a padd +in one hand and patting his leg with the other. + "Ambassador?" Picard said, feigning surprise. "What can I do +for you?" + "Oh, uh, Captain. Yes, uh, I have a copy of one of the +technical agreements signed today and I was wondering if you were +interested..." + "Well Ambassador, I was just preparing to retire for the evening. +Perhaps you could return tomorrow morning and I will be very happy +to review it AND also take a look at your artifacts." + "I see. Very well Captain. In the morning then?" + "Yes. Good night Ambassador," Picard replied, quickly +touching the lock button again, leaving the Betazoid alone in the +hallway. + Picard looked over at Adama and motioned him towards an +alternate exit in the cabin. Adama followed Picard out to another +corridor and then into a turbolift. + "Deck 6," the Enterprise Captain ordered. + Adama raised his eyebrow in an unspoken inquiry and Picard +placed his index finger to his lips to indicate silence. The lift door +opened and the two men walked swiftly down a hallway and then +through the doors of Transporter Room 2. + Picard nodded to the Transporter attendant who immediately +stepped away. He then hit his Comm badge and stated, "Picard to +Riker." + "Riker here." + "You have the Bridge, Commander. I will be on Pacifica." + "Aye sir." + Picard then tapped a few commands into the transporter +controller, set it for a 5 second delay and then activated the sequence. +He motioned Adama to an empty pad, and the two men began +to de-materialize. + + ----- + + Seated in the Main Observation Lounge, Riker, Data, and +Worf continued to discuss their investigations. + "How could the Ambassador have been with all of them at the +same time? THAT is impossible," Worf grumbled. + "You're telling me. Unless he isn't who or what he says he is. +Data, theorize... are there any species that we know of who are +capable of duplicating themselves exactly?" Riker inquired. + "We know of a number of species who are naturally +amorphous and who are capable of shape-shifting, however we cannot +rule out the possibility of clones." + "Clones?" Riker exclaimed, chiding himself for not thinking +about that option. + "Correct. That hypothesis could be quickly confirmed by +our internal sensors. I will perform a sensor sweep of the ship +immediately." + "I hope that we do find out that he's either one of many clones +or perhaps a shape-shifter." + "Why?" Worf asked. + "Because I'd hate to find out that he's neither, considering +how much time I've spent with him," Riker replied. + + ----- + + The ship Captains re-materialized in a dimly lit cavern, +located nearly two kilometers below the surface of Pacifica. Sections +of old scaffolding lay around the cave. + "Alright Commander. I should hope that we can work out our +differences here. I know that this may be a drastic solution for +seeking out some privacy but I'll save the discussion regarding my +qualms about Marks for a later time. Before you begin, I do want to +say that I have welcomed our excellent working relationship and I +regret that the strain that both of us have experienced has soured +our ability to come to some mutual agreement. In any respect, I +prefer not to disagree publicly, for the good of both our crews." + "That is understandable Captain Picard, however, I want you +to know that I can no longer agree to sit by passively and allow +these events to continue," Adama proclaimed. + "Nor can I allow you to take ANY action that would be +deemed detrimental to the Federation," Picard replied. + "It has become very clear to me that members of your so- +called Federation have decided that our presence is neither +appreciated nor desired," Adama continued. + "And your statement, sir, has neither a basis in fact nor +suitable conjecture," Picard retorted. + Out of the shadows, a tall, dark-haired man approached. +"Excellent. Excellent. I see that the two of you are getting along +quite nicely. Excellent," he remarked. + "Ambassador Marks!" Picard exclaimed. "What are you doing... +How did you...?" + "Marks?" A calculated pause. "Oh yes, how silly of me, I +forgot..." Suddenly the likeness of the Betazoid Ambassador dissolved +away to be replaced by that of a tall and distinguished-looking, older +gentleman, one who you might see mingling with the many dignitaries +of the Federation. The man was impeccably dressed in a long white +tunic and a matching, floor-length white and gold cape. + "IBLIS!" Adama cried. "By all the Lords of Kobol, I was right. +I knew it! I felt it! I should have..." + "Spare us your futile threats and prayers Adama. I promised +to return and I never break a promise," the man replied. + "Who are you? What are you? What do you want?" Picard +angrily asked. + "I don't think that you have the intelligence to even fathom who +or what I am, Captain Picard." + "Captain," Adama injected. "We have dealt with him before. +We thought that we were through with him. Apparently we were +wrong." + "Apparently," Count Iblis responded with a smirk. + "He represents the embodiment of pure evil," Adama snapped. + "Such harsh words, Adama, yet your words are of no concern +to me," the stranger said. "Captain, I have come to extend my +dominion amongst the peoples of your Federation and others', and +such a fertile ground it is. The people have come to me by the +thousands, thanks to Darrion Marks, and they have accepted me +willingly." + Frustrated, Picard said "You HAVEN'T answered my question. +What is it that your want?" + "Why, I HAVE what I want Captain. I have sown the seeds of +discord amongst your peoples. They will no longer follow you or your +pathetic Federation Council, but will serve ME. Together, with Sheba +by my side once more, WE will expand our following." + "SHEBA?!" cried Adama. Then it was YOU who killed the +Council President and the others," Adama roared with anger. + "We had an agreement..." + "What agreement?! What are you talking about?" Picard +demanded, suddenly sickened by the memory of his now-deceased +friend. + "They sold their very SOULS to him, Captain," Adama +explained. + "How naive you are Adama. All of them agreed to follow me +and..." + "All of them paid the price," said Adama with disgust. + "What have you done with Ambassador Marks?" Picard +demanded. + Smiling, the Count replied, "Why the Ambassador and I +ALSO had an agreement. We first met some time ago. His persona +has been quite valuable to me. His assistance, though flawed at +times, was greatly appreciated, particularly with respect to my +dealings with those whom you call 'Cardassians'. How do you +suppose the Cardassians appear to know so much about your +Federation's plans and their every move? Unfortunately, the +Ambassador outlived his usefulness when he began to show a +'selective amnesia' regarding the bargain that we negotiated. Sadly, +I was forced to take his place." + Now somewhat shaken at the implications of Iblis' admission of +the deception, Picard asked, "Tell me, are you a member of the Q +Continuum?" + The stranger began to chuckle and then he replied, "The Q? +Is THAT what they call themselves for the benefit of your primitive +species? We are ALL the same, however we exist for different +purposes. But then again, I wouldn't expect you to understand such +an explanation." + "Regardless of what YOUR 'purpose' is, I know for a FACT that +all of you are bound to uphold certain, universal laws." + Iblis began to turn red and he bellowed, "NO ONE RESTRICTS +MY ACCESS! NO ONE RESTRICTS MY POWERS!" + Calmly, Picard added, "I will tell YOU what I have told other +omnipotent beings of you kind. You SEVERELY underestimate the +power of the Human spirit and resolve." + Iblis quickly discarded his intended response and instead began +to smile with confidence. He answered insidiously, "Indeed Captain +Picard. We shall see..." + He slowly circled the two men and then he began to recite +almost hypnotically, "Captain Jean-Luc Picard... Son of Maurice and +Yvette Picard... Brother of Robert Picard... Uncle of Rene Picard.... +Lover of Neela Darren..." + Adama immediately stepped up to Picard, grabbed his shoulders +and warned, "He has a forked tongue, Captain. Do not be beguiled by +his words." + "DO NOT cross me Adama or I will strike you down where you +stand!" Iblis threatened. "Captain Picard," he then continued +pleasantly, "I will speak with you now. Alone." He gently raised his +hand and suddenly the walls of the cave began to dissolve and re-form. +They were now in another section of the subterranean caves. + Alarmed, Picard demanded, "Where are we? Where is Adama?" + "He is safe..." Iblis stated as he paced around the room, head +down. He paused before concluding, "For the moment..." He then +stopped, quickly looked up at the Captain, and said, "I needed to +speak with you alone Captain, without him." + "What is it that you want with me? I warn you, I will not go +along with your little charade..." + "Do not antagonize me Picard. I elect to speak with you out +of courtesy and out of the kindness of my..." + "KINDNESS???? You BUTCHERED my friend. You have +POISONED the minds of MY crew with sweet words that will only +result in bitter consequences! You have PROJECTED yourself into +our sub-conscious' and into our dreams, only to deceive... " + "Captain, what I am about to offer you is power that no mortal +possesses. Power to go anywhere you wish, be anyone you wish, +do whatever you wish. It is quite a generous offer." + "At what price?" Picard angrily retorted. "My soul? My +free will?" + "Price? I see that you have been reading too much into your +ancient writers' fantasies. All I ask is your cooperation." + "MY cooperation? For what? To participate in the disintegration +of our already tenuous relationships with our enemies?" + "YOU! PICARD! WHERE is your open mind? What has +HAPPENED to your love of exploration and discovery? Your +fascination with the unknown? Your appreciation of other cultures? +Your exposure to Adama and his ilk has dulled your senses. I offer +you the chance to..." + "By divine, universal law, I am guaranteed the RIGHT to +choose and I choose not to join you." + "Perhaps another can convince you to listen with reason..." +Iblis announced flatly. He suddenly disappeared, leaving Picard +utterly alone in the darkened cave. + "Jean-Luc?" + A voice, soft and familiar. A woman's voice. + "Jean-Luc?" the voice whispered again, this time from a +direction behind him. + Picard slowly turned around and listened. + "Ici, Jean-Luc. S'il vous plait. Va ici. J'ai besoin +d'assistance. Viens vite!" + "Mammon? Tu va bien? Ou est-tu?" + "Jean-Luc," the pleading voice continued. "Please, over here." + Picard stumbled over some rocks as he crept through a +small entrance to an adjoining chamber. There, perched on a large +boulder, was his mother. + "Mammon, you aren't supposed to be here. Why are you +here? What is happening?" + "Oh, Jean-Luc. Don't you know? Many things have happened +since I spoke with you last. You must be very careful," the elderly +woman cautioned. + "But Mammon, things have not been going well. My +friend..." + "Jonathan? He wouldn't listen. He tried to break the bargain. +You can NEVER break the bargain." + The now disoriented Captain of the Enterprise said, "What? +What bargain? What are you talking about? Mammon please, I +need your help. I need your strength..." + All of a sudden, the old woman disappeared and was +replaced by a younger one. + "Neela! What are you...? How did you...?" + "Jean-Luc. It's alright. I'm okay. I wanted to be with you +again. Don't you see? HE made it possible," Commander Darren +stated with glee. + "Who? Who are you talking ab..." + "You know who. He can give you anything you want! Anytime +you want! He can..." + "NO! I will not listen. You are NOT real!" Picard exclaimed, +turning away from his former love. + "But I AM real," Neela insisted. "Look at me Jean-Luc. Touch +me." + "NO!" + She walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders, turning +him around to face her. LOOK at me!" + "NO! End this madness. Leave me alone!" + Picard broke free from her grip and scrambled towards a narrow +entrance to yet another cave. A sole figure stood silently in the +center of the chamber. + "I have tried to make this as pleasant as I could Picard, yet +you have resisted my charitable offer," Iblis admitted. + "You will never break my spirit, Iblis," Picard defiantly +proclaimed. + The tall man paused for a moment and tilted his head slightly +to the left. He then looked over at Picard, focussing his burning eyes +directly at the Captain. "YOU believe that you know who I am. I will +SHOW you who I am..." + With that, he disappeared again. + "Uncle!! Uncle! Over here!" This time a child's voice. + Picard turned around to see his nephew Rene, climbing over +a few rocks to reach the center of the room. + "I will no longer fall for any of these parlor tricks..." Picard +tried to convince himself. + The boy suddenly slipped and fell hard on the damp floor. + "Rene!" Picard instinctively cried out. He then hesitated, +once again feeling disoriented and confused. "I WILL NOT..." he +said in his mind, trying to fight off the desire to run over and help the +boy. + "Uncle! What's happened? Why am I here? I was out in the +fields with Father and then all of a sudden a man appeared and +then he waved his hand and now I'm here! I'm scared." + Picard stared at the boy. "Is he real or not?" he debated. +He briefly closed his eyes and opened them. + Rene now standing, tried to wipe the mud off his clothes. +He then began to shiver in the cold, damp air. + Unexpectedly, debris began to fall from the ceiling of the cavern. +Then the ground began to shake violently. + "UNCLE!!!" Rene shouted in fear, frantically trying to cover his +head with his arms. + "Over here! This way!" Picard replied to the boy, as he grabbed +him and tried to shield him from the large chunks of stone that crumbled +around them. + The cavern floor began to split open beneath their feet. Flames +roared up through the crack as if the planet's innards were celebrating +their new-found freedom. + Rene suddenly fell through a new crack in the floor and Picard +dropped to the ground, grabbing the boy's arm to keep him from falling +into the fiery abyss. + "RENE! HANG ON!" the Captain shouted, as the ground began +to shake even more violently. + A large rock fell from an overhang onto Picard's leg and he +gasped as the intense pain shot through his body. He struggled to +hang on to the boy as he felt himself slowly sliding towards the edge +of the fissure. + "Rene! Grab onto my other arm! Hurry!" + "I can't reach it!" + Suddenly the crack opened wider, sending Picard over the edge. +He clung on to an outcropping and groaned in more pain, as he began +to feel his shoulder dislocate from the weight of his nephew. + He frantically tried to establish a foothold on the loose, rock +sides and upon finding one with his good leg, he heaved himself up +and over on solid ground, as the flames began to flare up around his +arm. + "RENE! Grab hold! Come on!" + "I CAN'T! I'm going to die!" + "TRY HARDER! YOU can do it!" + "Come lower! I can't reach it!" + "Hurry!" + "Lower! Lower!" the boy pleaded. "Give ME your hand! Give +HIM your heart! HE can help us! Please! Do it Uncle!" + Dizzy with pain, Picard shouted, "Whh.. WHAT???" + "Uncle! Let HIM help us! It's the only way..." + Jean-Luc Picard, with tears of agony running down his cheeks, +suddenly let go of the boy. + "NO! UNCLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo...." the boy +screamed as he fell into the open cavity and was consumed by the +flames. + Picard rolled away from the opening and curled into a fetal +position as the pain continued to shoot through his body. + "NO!" he stammered, as he tried in vain to crawl away from the +blistering flames that periodically surged through he crack. "NO!" he +yelled again more forcefully, and his voice then echoed in the now +silent cave. + Adama ran over to the broken figure and tried to prop him up +against the wall. "Captain! Are you alright?" he asked. + "NO!" Picard cried out again, oblivious to the man who spoke. +He tried to crawl away and continued to frantically shield his head +from the on-slaught in his mind. + "PICARD! IT'S ME! ADAMA!" the Commander of the Galactica +shouted, while vigorously shaking the Captain. "It's alright! I THINK +he's gone," Adama then said reluctantly, as his eyes quickly +scanned the area. + Picard opened his eyes and looked at Adama's face with +disbelief. He then began to shiver from exhaustion and shock. + Count Iblis emerged from the shadows, intently watching the +two men. Adama suddenly turned around, stood up when he spotted +the man, and ran right for him. Iblis raised his hand once and a +blinding bolt of electricity slammed Adama back against the cave wall. +He painfully slid down to the floor. + Iblis began to back away slowly and said with confidence, "Rest +assured Captain Picard, we SHALL meet again." + Then as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. + "Riker to Picard." + "Picard here." + "Captain, sensors have picked up... stand bye... They're gone!" +Riker exclaimed. + "What was that Commander?" Picard asked stiffly. + "Sir, we picked up a large number of unidentified 'energy forms', +like vessels, moving past us at upwards of warp 10 or greater. They're +gone now, sir. We didn't get much data about them from our scans." + "Acknowledged Number One. Put the ship on Yellow Alert. +I will join you shortly. Picard out." + "The 'Lights'," Adama noted. + "'Lights'?" + "Yes, the beings we ran into before. Kin to Count Iblis, but they +watch him... very closely... They must have known what he was doing +was wrong and forced him to leave," Adama explained. + The two ship Commanders, sat silently on the cavern floor, looking +at each other with despair. After a while, the fatigued Adama spoke +again. + "Captain, I must apologize profusely." + "No apology is necessary, Commander," Picard managed, as +he rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "We will +need to muster all of our resolve to try and woo our peoples back. I fear +that the circumstances between your people and the Federation have +taken a turn for the worse. If what he says is true..." + "Believe that it is, Captain. As you have now witnessed, his evil +is unrelenting. Our experiences with him nearly cost us the lives of +our entire population. If it wasn't for the sacrifice my son made, we +would not be here today." + "Sacrifice?" + "I dread re-telling the story Captain but I will at least tell you +this: Apollo dared to confront this Count Iblis or whoever he claims to +be, and he 'lost' the battle, so to speak. But in the end, all of us +triumphed. At least until now." + "Lost? I don't understand," Picard replied with confusion. + "We really don't know all of the details of what actually +transpired, except that we do know that Apollo 'challenged' Iblis and +was somehow 'killed'. Apparently those others like Iblis, objected to +the killing and restored Apollo's life. All my son and his comrades +can remember about the ordeal is that these 'beings' determined that +Apollo's life had been taken wrongfully since he was not a willing +'follower' of Iblis. It was those same beings who thankfully guided +us to Earth, AND sent him away from us just now." + "Hmm..." Picard sighed. "Good versus Evil. The theme plays +itself out." + "Yes but now the BATTLE of 'Good' versus 'Evil' has once +again resurfaced. We from the Colonies know that battle well." + The Captain slowly rolled to his knees and remarked, "I don't +particularly subscribe to the notion of 'Good' and 'Evil' as sentient +entities unto themselves. Rather, I see a tormented, very highly +evolved life form who apparently has nothing better to do with his time. +But then again, since he appears to be immortal, his presence here +will most surely complicate our lives for some time to come." + Picard struggled to stand up and then slowly hobbled over to +Adama. He then remarked with resignation, "Unfortunately, he has +single-handedly managed to infiltrate and influence my entire staff." + "And mine, as well," Adama added, accepting Picard's +outstretched hand as a support to stand on his feet. "Except for my +son. From our experiences, one of the ONLY reasons why we were +able to break free from Iblis' powerful grip was because he soon began +to 'call in his debts'. The Colonists were able to FINALLY see for +themselves, the fraud that he had perpetrated and the deceptions he +created." + "Adama, I know of only two individuals who could possibly give +us assistance, one of whom I hesitate to call on." + "Who could possibly begin to reverse the enormous damage that +has come to pass and who or what, may I ask are the 'Q'?" + "Come. Let's return to the ship. There is someone I want you +to meet, and I will also brief you on the Q." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!noc.near.net!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 09/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:19:56 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 280 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + IX + + + + + + + + "Ib-lis. Iblis? Now let me see..." + "Guinan, this is SERIOUS. The fate of the Federation depends +on it." + "I see. And so you expect me, a single individual, to try to +convince the literally hundreds of billions of lifeforms in the Federation, +of his deceit?" Guinan remarked. + "That's not what I mean...." Picard retorted with frustration. + "Then what DO you mean, Captain? Yes, I know who he is +and I have encountered him often enough throughout my lifetime, in +several of his many forms, in fact. But I must tell you this... Do NOT +take him lightly." + "You have met Count Iblis?" Adama asked with surprise. + "I have met a great many people in my life, Commander." + "How did you not fall prey to him?" the Colonial Commander +inquired. + "Fall prey?" Guinan smirked. "I 'fall prey' to no one, EXCEPT +maybe my Uncle. He always did find a way to get to me sometimes..." + "Guinan..." Picard warned. + Guinan suddenly became serious and cautioned, "Let me give +you some advise. Humans have a tendency to always expect a miracle +to save the day for them. Well that's just not going to happen. +You've characterized Iblis' presence here as a battle between 'Good' +and 'Evil'. Tradition says that 'Good' always triumphs over 'Evil'. But +that doesn't happen automatically, without some effort, or EVEN +without some sacrifice." + "Meaning..." + "Meaning that the two of you, knowing what you now know, are +going to have to lead that fight. What you seem to want to happen +is that someone will come along and snap their fingers like Q, and +then everything will instantly be alright. Well let me tell you +something. Don't count on it. If anything, even if Q DID get +involved, he would only make matters worse." + Picard sighed heavily and then said, "What you are saying is +that we are going to have to get off our duffs..." + "And get to work. In fact, I'd start right now, if I were you," +Guinan replied. + "This is going to be very, very difficult," Adama remarked. + "No one said that life would be a piece of cake," Guinan noted. + "Well," Picard said with a sigh and a hint of sarcasm, "thank +you Guinan. You certainly have a way of putting a problem into the +proper perspective." + "No offense gentleman, but I have found that Humans are very +gullible. It doesn't take much to win their hearts or their allegiance... +IF the offer is sweet enough." + + ----- + + As Adama and Picard stood side by side reviewing a star chart +on the wall screen, they were suddenly startled by a blinding flash of +light that illuminated the Captain's Ready Room aboard the Enterprise. +A familiar voice then rang out. + "Bonjour, mon 'Capi-tan'... or should I say, mes 'Capi-tans'?" + Picard turned around and exclaimed, "Q!" + Playfully, Q replied, "I am once again at your service! I +believe, 'you rang'?" + Adama looked with astonishment at the tall, dark-haired man, +dressed in a Star Fleet uniform. + "So... you need my help," Q continued. "How touching..." he +said with sarcasm. + "Not exactly Q," Picard retorted. + "Oh come now Jean-Luc," Q responded, with a patronizing tone. +"Once again you have managed to get your impotent species and +yourself into a bind from which you will NEVER emerge, and besides, +who would you rather prefer, 'HIM' or me?" + Adama slowly turned his head towards Picard in disbelief of Q's +silliness, and then he turned back to look at Q. + Q's eyes quickly shifted position to closely scrutinize the +Commander of the Battlestar Galactica. + "YOU haven't a clue as to who I am, have you?" Q remarked to +Adama. "EVEN after mindlessly listening to Jean-Luc's MISERABLE +explanation." + With a pensive tone in his voice and ignoring the sarcastic +remark, Adama inquired, "Do you know Count Iblis?" + Q placed his hands behind his back and began to pace around +the room, his eyes never leaving Adama's. A cocky grin adorned his +face. + "Iblis... Iblis?" He paused and then began to merrily laugh. +"Is THAT what he's calling himself nowadays? Ooooo, he's so clever, +so nefarious, SO... nasty." Q then quickly appeared at Adama's side, +brought his lips close to the Commander's ear, and whispered, "That's +why I like him so." He then moved away and began to pace again +while continuing animately, "Such a charmer he is, 'though he's +DEFINITELY too 'cultured' for my tastes. Maybe his methods are +not my style, but he IS very, very effective," he concluded, with raised +eye brows and a sparkle in his brown eyes. + Adama suddenly stiffened with disgust and decided to keep +his opinions to himself. + "Q, we are QUITE capable of handling our OWN affairs. All +we want from you is information," Picard explained. + "Capable of handling your OWN affairs???" Q giggled. +"RIDICULOUS! You Humans can no more handle your own affairs than +a Pakled can invent their own technology." + "IS Iblis a member of your Continuum?" Picard asked with +impatience. + "Why don't you ask 'HIM'?" was the reply. + Frustrated, Picard turned away from Q and towards Adama, +now overtly ignoring his uninvited guest. "This is useless. Adama, +what we will need to do..." + "Oh come, come Jean-Luc," Q interrupted. "Don't just +dismiss that. You may need my help. In fact, you WILL need my +help." + "At what cost?" Adama spat. + "Cost???" Q giggled again. "COST??? This conversation +sounds strangely familiar. Didn't one of you ask 'HIM' that very same +question?" + "Q, this is serious. VERY serious. Now either you cooperate +or leave," Picard threatened. + "Touchy, touchy aren't we today, Jean-Luc? If it weren't for +my benevolent mood at this moment, I would turn you into a Klingon +targ so that Worf can have someone to play with. Those targs DO +have the same IQ as he does, you know." + "ENOUGH Q!!" + Now somewhat discouraged, Adama asked, "Can you defeat +Iblis or not?" + Picard suddenly spun around and looked directly at Adama, +surprised by the frankness of the questioner. + "Can I defeat him? Can I...? Oh, what a silly question! You +ARE quite amusing, my dear Commander Adama. More fun than a +barrel of Dimerian water snakes... OR Klingons, for that matter." Q +then darted behind Picard, bent down, and quipped in his ear, "Jean-Luc, +why didn't you introduce me to this man earlier?" He then moved away +and returned his gaze towards Adama, suddenly dropping his clown +act, narrowing his eyes, and continuing with a sinister voice, +"Defeat him? Whatever for? Besides, we have an unwritten +agreement... we won't interfere with them and they won't interfere +with us, UNLESS..." he briefly paused and then began to giggle +again, "it would serve to make OUR lives... more exciting!" + "Where is Iblis now?" Picard asked, ignoring Q's nonsense +and pushing his luck. + "I BELIEVE that after he abandoned his groupies to fend for +themselves at some rendezvous site, he set off to find your friend. +What was his name? Oh yes, Baltar." + "Baltar?!" Adama exclaimed. + Q began to loudly yawn. He then remarked with a deadpan +tone, "Jean-Luc, this conversation is now becoming quite monotonous." +Suddenly, he perked up again and said, "However... I think I know of +a way to make it more stimulating!" + "Q..." Picard warned. + "Wait..." Q paused and then his eyes began to brighten. +"Yes, YES!! I can see it now!" he then exclaimed, while he +enthusiastically clasped his hands in front of him with delight. "OH! +And lucky for YOU that I can be on YOUR side! He talks about +'games of life, games of death'. Let's see how creative he REALLY is. +I MUST make preparations!!! It's been SOOOO long since I've planned +and participated in such a large-scale adventure! Can't stay! See +ya soon! Ta TA!" he said, and with a snap of his fingers, he +disappeared in another blinding flash of light. + Shaking his head in total confusion, Adama remarked, "What +in the name of Kobol is he talking about?" + Picard began to frown as he paced around the room. He +remained silent for a few minutes as he began to contemplate with +trepidation, the meaning of Q's declaration. + "Captain?" Adama implored, with concern. + Picard sighed heavily and then replied, "I dread to even utter +ALOUD, what I believe he is planning." + "I do not understand," Adama responded. + Picard looked directly at Adama with vacant eyes. "We are +now pawns," was his only response. + "Pawns? Pawns in what...? Suddenly, Adama fell silent, turned +and walked across the small room. He then halted and looked directly +back at Picard with a modicum of understanding. "We cannot agree to +be a party to this type of manipulation." + "We may have no choice. It may be too late. There may be +nothing that we can do about it." + "But surely you can convince this Q not to..." + "No. From our past experiences with him, once he decides to +embark on some scenario that he has created, some event he wants +to occur, he's bound to finish it... to the very end." + Adama turned away, walked towards the small window in the +room, and said to the vacuum of space, "Then I fear for ALL our +peoples." + Picard fixed his stare at the fish tank across the room and +replied bitterly, "As do I, Commander. As do I." + + ----- + + Picard sat at the table in his Ready Room, carefully reviewing +the status reports that detailed the ship movements of the Colonial +Fleet. The door chime sounded. + "Come," Picard instinctively responded, while continuing to focus +on his viewscreen. + Lieutenant Worf and Commander Riker entered the room. Picard +looked up and addressed them. + "Report." + "Captain, fifty-three of our crew are unaccounted for," Worf +grumbled. + "Fifty-three? Are they still on the planet surface?" Picard asked +nervously. + "We checked with the Administrators and the local law +enforcement offices on Pacifica and the only conclusive thing that +they could tell us is that a convoy of ships left Pacifica sometime +yesterday. THEY believe that some of the ships MAY have contained +Star Fleet personnel." + "A convoy of ships? Bound for where?" Picard demanded. + "They appeared to be heading for Ipus Minor," William Riker +responded. + Picard now stood and began to walk around his table. +"Ipus Minor? I recall Commander Adama mentioning that system +as a destination for some of his Fleet's vessels. That's out near the +border..." + "Captain," Worf interrupted, "some of my top Security Officers +were apparently part of this group. In fact, at least two Officers from +the Battlestar Galactica who were aboard the Enterprise may have +also joined them as well. The only common thing I can recall +mentioned by most of these individuals during the past week was +'Darrion Marks'." + Picard took a deep breath at the mention of the name. +"Marks... damn." + "And speaking of him, it appears that HE is missing too," +Riker commented. + "So it begins..." Picard softly stated. + "What was that sir?" Riker asked. + "It is time that we call a meeting for all Senior Staff. I will +brief all of you on what has happened," Picard replied. + + ----- + + +Captain's Log. Supplemental + + +"Our review of both the Federation's and the Galactica's starcharts +have suggested the possibility of a very unique finding, not only with +respect to the whereabouts of this 'Count Iblis', but also with respect to +the possible point of entry of the Colonial Fleet into Federation space, +after they fled the Cylon attack on their home worlds. We have found +that Ipus Minor, a relatively small system on the edge of a minimally +explored region of space near the Federation border, lies near a +quarantined area of space just outside the border, that includes Ipus +Minor's twin system, which the Federation calls 'Ipus Major'. Ipus Major +is located adjacent to a large subspace anomaly, a magnetic void so +large and so intense that it gained the nickname, 'Bermuda Triangle', +in dubious honor of the mythical area on Earth's Atlantic ocean known +for swallowing up large sea-going vessels and atmospheric aircraft +centuries ago. After the loss of numerous exploratory vessels in that +area during the Federation's early, routine travel is forbidden there, +and hence few would have observed the appearance of the great +number of ships that may have entered that region over a year ago. + +Ipus Major, the site of a large, burned-out star and several Class-M +planets, may be the location of the system where the Colonists +believe they and other Humans are descended, specifically from a +planet they call 'Kobol'. The little information that we have on the +planets in that system indicated the presence of a vast civilization, +long abandoned since the sun went nova many thousands of years +ago. We are in the process of requesting special permission to +travel there, not only to try to recover our 'renegade' Officers but to +also confirm the identity of the planets and their possible link to the +Colonial government." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!darkstar.UCSC.EDU!news.hal.COM!olivea!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (part 10/10) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:20:39 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 208 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + C H A P T E R + + X + + + + + + + + + "Father, what you are saying is that ALL along, it was Count Iblis +who we were dealing with and NOT Ambassador Marks?" Athena asked. + "I'm afraid so," Adama sighed. + "I knew it!" Apollo exclaimed. "I knew all along that something +wasn't right with that Ambassador. I just couldn't put my finger..." + "No need to cry over spilled milk Apollo. What's done, is done," +Adama replied. + "But Father, I... I... it's MY fault. I, I helped him and..." +Athena stammered. + "You weren't the only one Athena. He deceived nearly +everyone, not only aboard this ship, not only on the planet surface, +but throughout the Federation, including on the Galactica," Adama +sadly explained. + "The Galactica? But..." Athena began. + "Athena, listen to me. Now is the time for clear heads. We +have a long road ahead of us," Adama continued. + "What do you mean?" Apollo interrupted. "Didn't you say that he +was gone?" + "Yes I did, but I didn't finish. We recently found out WHERE he +went and unfortunately, it was to Baltar." + "Baltar? Why Baltar? Father," the frustrated Apollo said, +"what is going on around here?" + "But Father! Starbuck and Sheba went WITH him!" Athena +cried out. + "It appears that Iblis has successfully drawn us into a +confrontation with the Cylons," Adama concluded. + "I don't get it. You mean he...? Well, what about that group +who...?" + "It gets worse Apollo. Just this morning, Captain Picard and I +were visited by some very highly evolved, very powerful lifeform who +calls himself, 'Q'. In fact, this 'entity' appears to be very similar to +Iblis and his kind. This 'Q' is aware of our dealings with Iblis and has +decided to use us as pawns in some plan he has concocted to +challenge Iblis as to who is 'superior' and 'more creative'." + "Now wait just a centon, you mean to tell us that we're about to +be manipulated? Forced to do something AGAINST our will?" Apollo +shouted. + "That's right." + "But Father, we can't... we won't..." Apollo replied. + "We have no choice." + "There's ALWAYS a choice. We can't be forced to..." + "According to Captain Picard, who has had a number of +encounters with this 'Q', there's nothing we can do about it." + "Really?" Apollo remarked. "I'll TELL you what we do. We don't +go along with this game. We don't travel anywhere near..." + "And what if this 'Q' snaps his fingers and we find ourselves in +the middle of a battle? What then? Do we retreat? Do we just sit +there like..." + "Then we resist! We cannot..." + "Apollo, we are bound to follow our destiny. According to +several passages in the 'Book of the Word', it was prophesied that +before we reach a period of lasting peace in our existence, we must +endure one last battle. I believe that THIS may be it," Adama +responded. + "Father, I don't mean any disrespect, but... haven't we ALREADY +fought that battle... against the Cylons?" Apollo asked. + "Ah... but if you read the passages, you will clearly see that it +mentions a war that would last 'ten times one hundred yahrens', which +obviously refers to our 'Thousand Yahren War' against the Cylons. As +you read further, you will see where it says that we would join with our +'brothers from the planet Earth', and be involved in one, last great war. +I believe that what is to come, will BE that war." + The previously silent Athena piped in with, "If that is the case +and if Iblis decides to fight with the Cylons against us, then we will +lose." + "Not according to the prophets, Athena," Adama replied. "They +CLEARLY state that with the assistance of the Thirteenth Tribe, we +would emerge victorious." + "But how?" she insisted. + "With the help of this 'Q'," was the reply. + "Father, the way you have described this 'Q' character, I'm +not sure if I would WANT him on our side," Apollo responded. + "Regardless Apollo, HE has determined that HE will fight on +our side, and however obnoxious I feel he is, we must deal with him +from now on." + "Father, I hope that none of what you are saying EVER comes +about," Apollo said. + "Oh it will Apollo. I believe that it is time for the Galactica to +fight one last battle before she is retired, and that battle will come at +Kobol, our mother world. It WILL happen. It is our destiny." + + ----- + + Commander William T. Riker sat at the conference table, +rubbed his eyes, and said, "Captain, so what you are saying is that +this WHOLE thing was all part of one big deception?" + "That's right Number One," was the reply. + "And we all fell for it, lock, stock, and barrel," Geordi La Forge +lamented. + "From what I gather, hundreds may have fallen for it, thousands +perhaps, over a long period of time, Mister La Forge. What we must +try to do now is to 'neutralize' the effects of the 'deception'. That will +be the hard part. I have already notified Star Fleet of what has +occurred and they are busy dispatching teams of psychologists to +assist." + Now nervously stroking his beard, Riker remarked, "Captain, +most of us sitting here had an integral part in assisting this 'Count +Iblis'... unintentionally of course." He shook his head in disbelief and +concluded, "I can't believe that I was so stupid!" + "There's no need to blame yourself, Will. We need to turn our +attention to what Q plans on doing in the near future," Picard noted. + "Q! I REALLY don't understand that. Why has HE decided to +get involved?" Riker asked. + "Apparently Commander, he has recognized a being similar +to himself and wishes to interact with him," Commander Data surmised. + "Yes," Beverly Crusher piped in, "using US as his guinea pigs. +Jean-Luc, is there ANY way we can avoid..." + "Beverly, you know as well as I that trying to convince Q NOT to +do something is akin to telling him to go on and do it. It's an exercise +in futility." + "Then that means that we better prepare for war and casualties. +A war that NONE of us is prepared to fight." + "That's right Doctor. It appears to be inevitable," Picard replied. + "If it DOES turn out to be a war against those technologically +backwards Cylons, then we SHALL be victorious!" Worf proclaimed. + "Not if this 'Count Iblis' equips them with his knowledge of our +defensive capabilities," Riker explained. + "But didn't Q say that HE would be on OUR side?" Geordi asked. + Everyone in the room collectively stared at Geordi in disbelief. + "Okay, so he ISN'T the best ally to have at a time like this, but +that's all we have!" Geordi tried to justify. + "Counselor, do you have any opinions about this?" + Deanna stared blankly across the table. + "Deanna?" Riker prodded, now concerned. + "I'm sorry. No Captain, I... I have nothing to add." + Disturbed, Picard decided not to push it and replied, "Very well +then. Prepare to break orbit as soon as the rest of our crew has +beamed aboard. Dismissed." + + ----- + + Adama and Picard were reviewing data on a viewscreen when a +sudden flash of light re-appeared in the Captain's Ready Room. + "Q! What do you want? You've caused enough trouble..." +Picard began. + "Moi? I caused YOU trouble? How silly! I'm only here to help," +Q remarked. + "Q, don't do this. Don't..." + "It's too late Picard. It's already begun. Think of this as a +mental exercise to..." + "I DON'T NEED ANY MENTAL EXERCISES!" Picard bellowed. + "Oh tsk tsk tsk, Jean-Luc. I think it's time to open your mind +to what REALLY lies out there... somewhere," Q replied, with a wave +of his hand. + "Like the Borg, who YOU exposed us to? Who slaughtered +millions of our..." + "Here we go again. That's all you seem to care about, isn't it +Jean-Luc? It's those suffering and dying Humans, all... over... again... +At least Commander Adama is more open-minded and is looking +forward to this. HE realizes that THIS is HIS destiny." + "Q, LEAVE him out of this..." Picard threatened. + "Why should I?" Q replied. "It's time Jean-Luc, to look beyond +the concrete and the tangible. Adama seems to have more of an +awareness of what the universe is REALLY about than you EVER +have or EVER will. Jean-Luc, I am about to take YOU and your +PITIFUL, unimaginative crew, on a journey into what you call the +'metaphysical'. An experience that is sure to rattle your pathetic, +narrow-minded selves. A voyage into the..." + "Q! That's ENOUGH!" + "Very well, mon 'Capi-tan'. But let me give you some advise +and a warning. If you wish to survive, I suggest that you listen to Adama. +Listen carefully, for what he says and does will be the key to YOUR +future and that of your SORRY band of Human dopplegangers." + And with that, Q flashed out of existence. + Picard sighed heavily and looked over at Adama with frustration. + "Captain?" Adama inquired. + "It's alright. Perhaps I WILL take his advise. You, more than +I, know that part of space AND know about how to deal with those +Cylons," Picard explained. + "Your assessment is flattering Captain, however it is apparently +untrue, as my people are now here, rather than there, on our respective +planets, due to our LACK of knowledge of how to deal with those +self-same Cylons." + "Commander, I believe that things will work out in the end." + "So say the prophets of Kobol, Captain. But we have much +more turmoil to go through before we come to that time," Adama noted. + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!news.kei.com!eff!news.duke.edu!godot.cc.duq.edu!toads.pgh.pa.us!newsfeed.pitt.edu!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +~From: bjhenry@delphi.com +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DECEPTIONS (Postlogue) +~Date: Sun, 19 Jun 94 20:21:26 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +~Lines: 68 +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1d.delphi.com + + P O S T L O G U E + + + + + + + + + + +Captain's Log. Stardate: 47352.8 + +"We are enroute back to Proxima Centuri to return the members of the +Colonial government to their convoy. Our voyage is a solemn one as +we await the occurrence of the confrontation between the Cylons and +the Federation, promised by Q. + +Star Fleet has notified us that the entire border area near Ipus Minor +has been designated as off-limits and Federation bases nearby are +on twenty-four hour Yellow Alert, in anticipation of any increased +activity. Federation monitoring of Baltar's Baseship has indicated +that it has retreated further into Romulan space and may have +encountered a Romulan task force. Further attempts at scanning in +that area have subsequently been blocked. + +At this point, we will go about our normal missions until such time +that we are recalled to assist the Colonists, who will shortly be +transported via warp-capable colonization ships to their selected +destinations. Picard out." + + +Adama's Journal: + +The U.S.S. Enterprise is on its way back to the Fleet, following a +moderately successful Federation membership conference, where +we have begun negotiations towards our settlement in this part of +space. Despite the numerous setbacks that we have endured over +the past secton, I believe that we are well on our way to becoming +fully established within the Federation, whether as official members +or not. + +What hangs over us at this point is a situation that looms in the not +too distance future, one which will ultimately test our perseverance +and determination. I feel that the final fulfillment of the great +prophesy as set forth in the Book of the Word is forthcoming and +I pray that we will have the strength to see it through. Adama out." + +---------------------COPYRIGHT/DISCLAIMER NOTICE---------------- +This story, _Deceptions_, by B.J. Henry, is a figment of the +author's imagination. Characters portrayed are fictional and do +not reflect actual people, either living or deceased. + +"Star Trek", "Star Trek: The Next Generation", it's characters and +certain technological devices and/or references to such, from the +television show, may be or are registered trademarks of, and may be +or are copyrighted by the _Paramount_Studios_ Corporation. + +"Battlestar Galactica", it's characters, and certain technological +devices and/or references to such, from the television show, may be +or are registered trademarks of, and may be or are copyrighted by +the _Universal_Studios_ Corporation. + +Neither Studio is responsible for the content of this story. + +THIS STATEMENT MUST ACCOMPANY THE STORY _DECEPTIONS_ +IF DISTRIBUTED. THIS STORY IS FREE OF CHARGE AND MAY NOT +BE SOLD OR EXCHANGED FOR FINANCIAL RETURN. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deep9.bib b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deep9.bib new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d334ccaf --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deep9.bib @@ -0,0 +1,496 @@ +From: hendrickca@phibred.com (Carol Hendrick, Ext. 4137) +Subject: Deep Space Nine Bible +Message-ID: <18m6mvINN6le@agate.berkeley.edu> +Date: 10 Sep 92 01:00:15 GMT +Organization: Vulcan Science Academy, Tau Ceti Sector +Lines: 487 + +Hello--I pulled this off AOL last week and wondered if it might be something +you could use. (Not sure if you have a length limitation or not.) + +Carol Hendrick +Internet: hendrickca@phibred.com +AOL: CarolH +____________________________________________________________________________ +[Editors Note: The following ran in issue #24 of CCSTSG Enterprises, the +monthly newsletter of the Central Connecticut Star Trek Support Group (7 +Quarry St./Vernon, CT 06066, for more info), a few weeks ago. At Shore Leave +14, in Hunt Valley, MD, on the weekend of July 11-12, 1992, Majel Barrett +Roddenberry addressed the large audience on the subject of Deep Space Nine by +reading extensive excerpts out of the writers bible and answering questions. +She also made some interesting comments on other issues surrounding Trek in +the post-Gene era. I captured Majels presentation on tape and transcribed it +for my newsletter. Note: I have verified the spelling of proper names where +possible, but some discrepancies may exist.] + +Majel Barrett Roddenberry speaking: + + The first thing Id really like to do is to thank all of you who did send +cards and letters last year. Ive come to tell you that I appreciate it from +the bottom of my heart. Ive tried to send back thank-you notes to everyone. I +hope you all got them. The second thing I want to thank you for is having me +back here again. I think it was probably about four or five years ago that I +was here before. It could be twenty eight as far as I know -- I dont know, Ive +been hanging around Star Trek that long. + + Now, I dont talk, I dont give speeches or anything like that. Gene did that. +And I dont sing -- Michelle does that. Jimmy tells jokes with an accent. All I +do is gossip, so... So basically, Im here for you to ask me questions and Ill +try to answer them. If I dont know the answer, Ill make one up. + + What I am going to do, though, in whatever order youd like it, is to tell +you about Deep Space Nine. I have the Bible with me. You cant have it, Im not +allowed to sell it to you or give it to you, or let you look at it, but I +certainly can read it to you. If you would like me to start with that I will. +[Applause] Okay. It would take me a long time to read it word for word, so Im +going to do a little bit of skipping, but youre going to get the general idea: + + [Reading from the series bible:] Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, the series, +set in the next generation of Star Trek lore, follows a team of Starfleet +officers who take command of an alien space station situated near the Bejoran +Worm Hole, one of the most strategic locations in the galaxy. The Bejoran Worm +Hole. Worm holes, simply put, are shortcuts through space. You go in one end, +come out the other in seconds to find yourself billions of kilometers away. +All known worm holes previously encountered in the Star Trek universe have +been unstable. Their ends can whip randomly around the universe, and they last +for brief periods of time before collapsing. But in our pilot episode, the +first stable worm hole is discovered near the Denarias asteroid field close to +the planet Bejor. Like other worm holes it is only visible when an object +enters or exits through it. A brief journey through the Bejoran Worm Hole will +take a starship to the Gamma Quadrant, normally a sixty-year journey at +warp 9. The ride is a spectacular light show: very brilliant colors surround +the ship, while inside, strange visual distortions affect perceptions as +passengers tear through the space-time continuum. This worm hole is a new +passage way to hundreds of unexplored sectors of space and it will turn Bejor +into the leading center of commerce and scientific exploration in the sector, +attracting travelers from all over the galaxy. In the first episode, we learn +that the worm hole has been artificially created by a species of aliens that +do not live in the same space-time continuum as we do. Thus, we encounter them +unexpectedly within the worm hole itself. They have been sending out orb-like +probes from the worm hole, one orb every century for a thousand years, seeking +contact with other life forms. + +The Backstory. The Cardassians and Bejora are known to Star Trek audiences. A +century ago the Cardassians conquered the planet Bejor, an ancient society +dedicated to spiritual pursuits. The mysterious orbs that have arrived each +century are among the fundamental sacraments of the Bejoran religion. Bejoran +terrorism during the last several decades has been a significant problem for +the Cardassians. Just before our series begins, the Cardassians have completed +mining operations on Bejor, stripping the planet of all its resources. They +have decided to unilaterally withdraw from Bejoran space and give up the +headaches that the Bejoran have caused them. + + Well, they have not left quietly and in revenge for the years of terrorism, +the Cardassians ravaged the planet, poisoned the wells, scorched the ground +and, striking at the heart of the Bejoran people, have desecrated the ancient +monastery that is the center of spiritual life. The Bejoran desperately need +help. Theyve asked for membership in the Federation and have been granted +preliminary acceptance. But the political situation on the planet is terribly +unstable: factions that have been united in opposition to Cardassian rule have +resumed age-old conflicts. The Starfleet teams mission is to spearhead the +arduous diplomatic and scientific efforts that accompany the lengthy entry +procedure. All of this is about to be complicated by the discovery of the worm +hole. + +Deep Space Nine. The station designated DS9 by Starfleet was assembled +haphazardly over several years by Cardassian and Bejoran work teams and +anybody else who happened to offer services at a premium. It was used by the +Cardassians primarily to monitor mining operations on Bejor and to service +incoming and outgoing crews. About two hundred people, mostly Bejorans, still +live there. By episode three, there will be about fifty Starfleet officers and +crewmen stationed there. When the Cardassians abandoned Bejor they stripped +the station of all advanced technology and defense capability and the +Starfleet team has a huge job of making it operational again. In fact, it will +never work up to our re-quirements and will always be causing the engineering +crew a lot of headaches. + + The Ops controls are a hub of activity; there are shuttle bays for smaller +vessels. On a given day there might be anywhere from 10 to 300 visitors to +DS9, as ships come through with foreigners, scientists, merchants, and spies. +Most of the visitors stay on their ships but there are special quarters for +some guests. In the first episode, we learn that the ships power sources are +destructive to the ionic field that is home to the aliens who created the worm +hole and live within a different timeframe. During that experience, we are +told how to travel through without harming them. + + One aspect of life on the space station hasnt changed since the departure of +the Cardassians. During their tenure they sold commercial concessions to the +highest bidder to provide services to the mining crews. The result is the +Promenade. Unlike any space interior ever seen on Star Trek, its somewhere +between a free port and a flea market, bustling with aliens of all sorts when +a ships in, intriguing and unusual characters at every bend. Theres gambling +and smuggling, alien grifters at work here, bars with sexual holo-suites +upstairs. Right next to the traditional ships stores are the Bejoran temple +and the kiosk serving live food. Part of the job of the Starfleet team will be +to try to tame this honky tonk atmosphere. They will have Runabouts [ed: a new +class of smaller ships], which allow our characters to travel to numerous star +systems with a maximum speed of 4.7, operated by a two-man crew, with a single +pilot in control if necessary. They can transport up to forty people, but +thats a crowd. There are cramped, uncomfortable sleeping quarters for six +people. + +Bejor. Bejor is the world we will visit most often because of its proximity to +the space station. Striking architecture with rounded domes and spherical +shapes mark the landscape. The ancient Bejora were great architects and +engineers before humans were standing erect. The people are deeply mystical. +On their planet we will find monks who meditate and chant in chords. They are +people who believe in spiritual phenomenon, are devoted to a nonsecular +philosophy that goes against the Federations logical, scientific way of life. +Their religious leader, known as the Kai, is curious and insightful and +develops a strong bond with our Commander. + +The Characters. Benjamin Sisko, human Starfleet commander with a twelve year- +old son, whose gentle, strong, soft spoken demeanor belies the temper that he +is constantly trying to control. And when he loses it, he gets furious with +himself. Hes a man of action who gets impatient with too much talk, but as he +has become more mature, hes learned to stop and think twice about losing +control. He has a weakness for baseball, a sport that died out in the 22nd +century and he frequently goes to a holo-suite to have a chat and a catch with +one his legendary ballplayer heroes. Sisko was on a starship with his wife and +son at the famous encounter with the Borg led by the Borgified Picard, and his +wife was killed. That leads to bitterness toward Picard. Picard: Have we met +before? Sisko: Yes, we met in battle. Since that tragedy, he has been assigned +to shore duty on Mars where he was on the team reconstructing the fleet at +Utopia Benecia Yards. Sisko objected to being assigned to DS9. He told +Starfleet he had a son to raise and had been asking for an Earth assignment, +not this. His important work on DS9 gives him a new direction, but his is +still very much a life framed by tragedy. + + Major Kira, a former major in the Bejoran underground. Kira is now an +outspoken critic of the provisional government. Having fought for freedom all +her life, it has angered her to see the older leaders throw it all away +through their petty dissensions. She has been trying without success to reach +the Kai herself to air her grievances. It is very possible she was sent by the +government to be the Bejoran administrator at the space station simply to get +her outspoken voice out of ear shot. [Addressing the audience:] This part was +to have been played by Ensign Ro, but Michelle decided she wanted to try to be +a movie star instead, so she turned it down. And its a shame because it was a +good character. But the characters just been renamed, the character will still +be there -- it just wont be Michelle whos playing it. [Reading again:] Kira +loathes the Cardassians. She committed atrocities against them in the name of +freedom, some of which bother her. But others in the Bejoran underground begin +a new wave of terrorism and she is forced into a moral quandary about tracking +them down and bringing them to justice. Former terrorists consider her a +turncoat. + + Miles OBrien... will be played by Colm Meany. [Applause] OBrien has been the +transporter chief on NexGen for five years. This assignment represents a +promotion to Master Chief of Operations, and a tremendous career opportunity +for him. [ed: Not to mention Colm Meany.] He has a wife, Keiko, and a three +year-old baby girl, Molly. Molly just happens to be Rick Bermans three year- +old daughter. He will be in charge of the comings and goings of vessels, plus +the nuts and bolts maintenance of the station. Hes constantly frustrated by +the jerry-rigged way this place is put together. He saw the Cardassians commit +unspeakable atrocities and lost a close friend at the massacre at Setma III. +The war changed and hardened him. The first man he ever killed was a +Cardassian who jumped him on patrol. As he tells the story to another +Cardassian in the NexGen episode, The Wounded, I never killed anything before. +When I was a kid I would worry about having to swat a mosquito. Its not you I +hate, Cardassian: I hate what I became because of you. + + Jadzia Dax is a science officer ranked lieutenant, an alien woman, very +attractive, late 20s. Dax is a Trill, the joint species first encountered in +the NexGen episode, The Host. A Trill is comprised of two separate but +interdependent entities -- a host and a symbiont. The host provided the +humanoid body, the symbiont is an invertebrate, androgynous life form that +lives within the host. It looks like a short, fat snake. Many centuries ago +[on the Trills home world], the symbionts lived underground while the +humanoids were on the surface. Due to an environmental disaster, they were +forced to join to survive. As time went on this mutual support evolved to +become a biological dependency, and thus two individuals became one. They +speak with one voice. The symbionts life span is far longer than the hosts +and, as a result, one symbiont will be combined with several hosts during its +life. When a host dies, doctors surgically remove the symbiont. The worm then +burrows itself into the new host. Daxs host was joined with her when she was +an adult. The symbiont part of her is 300 years old, a brilliant scientist +with an innate wisdom who can draw upon a library of knowledge built of six +lifetimes of experience. Kira forms a very close relationship with Dax and +often tells her to loosen up. Dax admires Kira for her youthful energy, her +purpose and her drive and becomes something of a mentor to her. Dax and Sisko +have worked together before; the only problem is that back then, Dax was still +in the host body of an elderly man and was something of a mentor to Sisko. Her +sexually appealing new form will create a certain tension between her and +Sisko, which they will both resist. After all, hes still having a hard time +getting used to the fact that shes a 300 year-old worm. But he does not hide +the respect and affection he has for her. + + Odo, an alien male, middle-aged curmudgeon, and a shape-shifter. In his +natural state he is a gelatinous liquid. He was Bejoran law enforcement +officer on the space station under the Cardassians. Starfleet decides to have +him continue in that role, since hes extremely savvy about the Promenade and +all who frequent it. His back story is: 50 years ago, with no memory of his +past, he was found alone in a mysterious space craft that appeared in the +Denarias asteroid belt. He was found by the Bejoran and lived amongst them. At +first he was sort of an Elephant Man, a source of curiosity and humor as he +turned himself into a chair or pencil. Finally he realized he would have to +take the form of a humanoid to assimilate and function in their environment. +He does it, but resents it. As a result, Odo performs a uniquely important +role in the ensemble: he is a character who explores and comments on human +values. Because he is forced to pass as one of us, his point of view usually +comes with a cynical and critical edge. But he cant quite get it right, this +humanoid shape, though he continues to try. So he looks a little unfinished in +a way. Hes been working on it a long time. Someone might ask him: Why dont you +take the form of a younger man. His answer: I would if I could. He has the +adopted child syndrome, searching for his own personal identity. Although he +doesnt know anything about his species, he is certain that justice is an +integral part of their being, because the necessity for it runs through every +fiber of his body -- a racial memory. Thats why he became a law man. He has a +couple of Bejoran deputies; he doesnt allow weapons on the Promenade, and once +every day he must return to his gelatinous form. + + + Quark is the Ferengi bartender. The Ferengi race has been a part of NexGen +since the very beginning. They are ugly, sexist, greedy little aliens who are +interested only in profit and getting their hands on anything of yours they +happen to fancy. Quark runs many of the entertainment concessions on DS9, +including the bar, restaurant, gambling house, and the holo-suites upstairs +where your every fantasy can be played out. He spends most of his time behind +the bar. If there is some scam being run in the sector it often involves him. +But beyond the mal-evolence he is a charming host, in a Ferengi sort of way, +and forges an interesting relationship with Sisko. They actually enjoy +sparring together now and then. The Ferengi lends a hand to dissolve a problem +for the commander -- as long as theres something in it for him. His completely +sexist attitude makes Kira an obvious adversary, and he is consumed with +passion for Dax. + + Then we have Dr. Julian Amoros -- human male, mid 20s, rank of lieutenant +commander, fresh out of Starfleet, graduated second in class, brilliant +specialist in multi-species medicine. He arrives at DS9 with gung-ho +expectations about adventures in Starfleet. Hes naive and charming and cocky +all at the same time. Hes chosen this remote outpost instead of the cushy job +he was offered at Starfleet medical because this is where the action is, where +heroes are made, in the wilderness. Dr. Amoros is still wet behind the ears +and has a lot to learn. He is the antithesis of Kira who is street wise savvy +but wiser and cynical. OBrien becomes Amoros confidant As a man who has seen +combat and a decorated veteran of Starfleet duty, OBrien represents an ideal +to the young doctor. Julian greatly respects Sisko, but is terrified of him. +He is anxious to live up the commanders expectations. Sisko is amused by +Julian and is very patient with him. + + Recurring Characters. Jake Sisko, the commanders son. An Army brat who +doesnt remember life on Earth, has been aboard four different starships, and +stationed on two planets. This transient life style has taught him how to +scope out a new terrain and assimilate quickly. At the same time he has an +inner fear of forming new friendships because he loses them so easily. He +dreams of going to live on Earth. He collects holodeck programs of various +places on Earth that he uses to try to fulfill his fantasy. Deep inside he +knows that his mom would still be alive if they did not live in space, and he +has a suppressed bitterness about it. His father promised there would be other +kids on the station; as it turns out there are only a handful of various alien +species. Only one is his age, Nog, a Ferengi teenage boy who is a bad +influence. Jake is close with his dad; they are buddies. The boy has no +technical expertise at all [great applause]. He struggles with his homework +but is dedicated to doing his best. + + Keiko is OBriens wife. She wondered what a botanist would do on a space +station -- she was happy on the Enterprise -- but she agreed that the +promotion was an incredible opportunity for her husband. Shes not entirely +happy on DS9, and in the early episodes she sees serious shortcomings in the +educational facilities and volunteers to be the station's tutor. + + Then theres Lwaxana Troi. [Loud applause: Im with you!] Lwaxana is Deannas +mother, established on NexGen as the Auntie Mame of the galaxy. When +circumstances bring her to the space station she forms a romantic attachment +to Odo and finds reasons to come back to see him. He tries to discourage her: +Maam, I turn into a liquid form at night. Lwaxana: I can swim. [Audience glee: +Boy, were off and running.] + + One of the other Ferengi who works for Quark is his teenage son, Nog, who +becomes friends of the commanders son. Nog is a bad boy, the kind of kid your +parents didnt want you to associate with. + + And Gil Ducket is a 40s male, deceptively amiable Cardassian commander who +represents the continuing threat to our people. The military empire and its +borders are only a short distance away from Bejor and DS9. He used to be the +Prefect of the Bejoran province when it was under Cardassian denomination. +Thus he is the former landlord of the space station. + + Kai Apaka is the spiritual leader of Bejor, who provides sharp counterpoint +to the secular nature of Starfleet. She challenges conventional human logic. +The Kai seems to have an awareness on a higher plane of consciousness and +knows things she cannot possibly know. Although our people do not accepts her +powers at face value, we cannot always explain them, either. She speaks in +vague, mystical indirect language, forcing her listeners to seek her meaning. + + Star Trek: Deep Space Nine brings into the Star Trek universe an original +set of characters as diverse and memorable as the crews of the first two +series. It also provides far more interpersonal conflict than weve seen before +in the 24th century. If, as Gene Roddenberry always said, Star Trek is wagon +train to space, then think of Deep Space Nine as Fort Laramie on the edge of +the frontier. + + [Closing the Bible...] This one is going to have a lot more humor, a lot +more probably what youd call action, and a little sex and violence. Were going +to mix it up a little bit. I hesitate to use the word violence -- youre all +going to get the wrong idea. But I think you know what I mean. Its not going +to be even as cerebral as Star Trek. So... Im going to take questions now. + +Q: Did Gene have anything to do with this?! +Majel: [Laughing] Uh, he knew about it, but he was not about to become +involved. He had done what he wanted to do and that was it. He just wished +them Godspeed and go ahead. And as long as the name Star Trek is on it, yes, +the estate will have a part of the action. + +Q: Will there be NexGen movies? +Majel: NexGen actors have all signed on for a seventh year -- at least most +of them have. There will be a seventh season, for sure. They were trying to +get everybody to go for eight, but theyve so far resisted it. I have a feeling +that if were still in the ratings the way we are now -- which is just +incredible -- I cant see Paramount letting it die. What really could happen +is, when this group graduates to movies, they might keep some of them on and +fill in the other parts with new people. You know, captains change, and other +officers change -- or they could go for a whole new cast and just keep on +filling it in. I think Paramount is now at the stage where they feel that its +the vehicle that is the important thing -- and theyre just going to keep it +going as long as you guys want it... Under these circumstances, the 7th movie +wouldnt happen for at least another three years. I can't see Paramount letting +it go that long. There was some talk -- again, its only a rumor -- about +perhaps trying to do another one with the old cast. Excuse the expression! +They [the NexGen actors] work 8-9 months a year now, and only get two and a +half months off, which isnt enough time to do a movie. And when you sell to +syndication, those people buy 26 episodes, youve got to make em 26 episodes. +Thats your contract and thats what has to be delivered. You cant say, Well, +fellas, well only give you 20 this year. + + With Deep Space coming, what theyll be doing is running them in tandem. The +NexGen will introduce Deep Space Nine, so in your home town, whatever station +is carrying the NexGen does not have it backed up with Deep Space, yell at em. +Theyll listen to you. Really! It is being offered to the stations that are +already carrying Next Generation. Other stations were coming in and saying, +Well give you more money than you were asking for, and for a while I think +Paramount toyed with it, then decided this was not real good public relations. +So they went back and offered it on the same basis that the Next Generation is +picked up on. And most of them have picked it up. If your channel has not, +honest, yell at em! They listen to things like that. + +Q: Since Genes death have you had different relations with the studio than +before? i.e., Are you filling in where Gene was? +Majel: No, not really. Thats not my job, thats not my input. I stay away +from all the creative heads of it and just go ahead and let them do their job. +Gene had a marvelous machine going, and its well-oiled and beautifully trained +and its working like magic and all they need is someone to stick their nose +in. I have no contractual arrangements in any capacity -- at all. + +Q: Last November or December the Star Trek office was closed. What is the +status of that? Is there any hope of getting it opened? +Majel: Oh, the Star Trek office? Its not closed. Its just not Genes office +anymore. Its up in Rick and Mikes office. I mean, you ask for Star Trek and +thats what youll get. So his office was not really closed. Its just that his +physical office was closed. You know, there was really no need to keep it +open. You know, why have somebody sitting there doing nothing. All the mail +comes to the house anyway, so... No, there arent any real big changes. + +Q: Will Deep Space Nine be carrying a handicapped character? +Majel: Not the way it is right now. They had, at one point, a very, very +interesting character they said they worked and worked and worked on, and they +just couldnt get the character to work. It was a doctor, and it was a female, +and she was wheelchair bound because, theres no gravity on her original +planet, and everybody floats. When everybody came to see her in her lab, they +would have to be in a wheelchair, because there would be no gravity. It was a +very interesting character, but they said they just couldnt make it work in +connection with the other characters. + +--- GoldED 2.40.P0720 + * Origin: USS Galifrey, Regina SK Canada, (306)949-6032 (FidoNet 1:140/1701) + +Q: My question is a little personal. I dont want to make it too difficult +for you, but you probably know better than anyone else how to answer this +question: Do you think Gene was happy being remembered mainly for Star Trek? +Or did he ever sometimes wish that people would remember the other things that +he did in his life? + +Majel: Oh, Ill tell you that for awhile it was kind of touch and go. He +said, I dont want to go away with my epitaph saying, this is a tribute to the +man who created Star Trek. And then it got to the point where Star Trek became +a world and he could work on other projects and other things. And then it +became a challenge. And then he worked so hard to get you people interested +and get his ideas and everything across. And it finally became his life. By +the end he really loved it. He was very, very appreciative of everything that +had happened and I think its rather remarkable that he was allowed to live +long enough to see and reap some of the benefits of this, too, and to know how +much people loved him and his show and his ideas and how part of his vision +was coming true. I think that was the most important part. If there would be +one thing that would be put on his epitaph, this is what he said: I would like +to see it say that He loved humanity. I would say that by the looks of +everyone here, humanity loved him too. + +Q: Im a really big virtual reality fan and Im really glad that you guys put +the holo-deck on the Next Generation. Ive heard a lot of rumors about the +Elementary, My Dear Data episode. Why wasnt there ever a sequel to it? Are +they planning one? + +Majel: No. Cant. Its the Arthur Conan Doyle thing. I thought it was +absolutely delightful and charming. And they wanted to do more with the +character, but the estate came in and said uh-unh, not on your life. I think +its a big, big mistake. It gave new life and dimension to the characters. Its +the same thing as when Gene wrote Tarzan. He did a combination of Tarzan and +John Carter from Mars -- seeing as how the same author wrote them both. So he +put them together and it got very, very sexy. Course I tell you, he went +overboard on the Tarzan thing. There were green monsters and all sorts of +..... well I cant even talk about it in todays market. The Burroughs estate +took one look at it and said, Are you crazy? They said they werent going to +let this squeaky clean character that they had built for so many years be +tarnished by making love to strange green women in the middle of the jungle. +Which is what Gene had them doing. + But some of them get very protective. And I think, basically thats what you +writers here might keep in mind, also. I think to a certain degree, I know +that you didnt like the idea that Gene did as much supervising on your scripts +or as much tearing apart on your scripts or your stories as he did. But, he +had a vision, too. And I have a theory on that. I almost have to go along with +the Doyle Estate and the Tarzan Estate. If you dont like the world that Gene +created, if you cant live within his universe, go write your own. Leave his +alone. Dont write in brothers and sisters and things like this. It had gotten +to the point where everybody kinda thought that these were real people. And +they say what happened to so and so? Its like whos that? Its Spocks sister. +Spock doesnt have a sister! We never wrote that in. But you guys did, and +thats what Gene took objection to. Work within the framework of it. I think +thats what the estates are trying to say, too: We created the character; dont +screw it up. + +Q: Youve invented so many marvelous characters. Where did these characters +come from? And what are their pasts? And how did they get to where they were +and everything? +Majel: I think that this particular show, after five years, has done a +rather remarkable job of exploring some of those things, whereas the original +show did not. Theyre two entirely different shows. They have very little +similarity. I think the way to describe them is that the first one is more of +a fantasy type of thing. If this kind of space travel were possible in the +future this is the way we would like it to be. In the Next Generation I think +were a little more realistic to say if this kind of space travel were possible +this is the way it will be. And I think thats one of your basic, main +differences. You see, cause Star Trek the television series was just that. It +was seventy-nine episodes of a television series made for the purposes of +entertainment and to sell soap and toothpaste. But Star Trek the legend --now +that was an ideal. Thats a vision. That was Genes vision and it encompassed +humanity, unity, peace and love. And to quote Genes own words, Civilization +will reach wisdom and mat-urity on the day it learns to value diversity of +character and ideas. To be different is not necessarily to be ugly. To have a +different idea is not necessarily to be wrong. The worst thing that could +possibly happen is for all of us to look and think and act alike. For if we +can not learn to appreciate the small variations of our own kind here on +earth, then God help us if we get out into space and meet the variations that +are almost certainly out there. + I think I rambled on that. Did I get anywhere near the question? I think we +have done a lot of exploration of the characters. + +Q: When will Deep Space Nine be on the air? +Majel: It will be on January of 93. We start filming in August. The sets +are already being built. And were taking up three stages, which means that the +Star Trek productions will have six permanent stages on the Paramount lot -- +something unheard of. + +Q: Do you think the two series running together will take anything away +from either one? +Majel: I dont think so. Supposing you liked one and didnt like the other? +You know how to use the on and off button. No, I dont think so. + +Q: Will ILM be doing the special effects? +Majel: Everything is crossing over. So, what we use on one well be using on +the other. Its going to be one big happy family. Itll be two shows, but one +group. Michael is going to oversee the makeup on both of them. Bob Blackman is +going to oversee the costumes on all of them. Itll have the same beautiful, +marvelous technicians. We hired the best, now we just sit back and let them do +their work. + +-- + \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deepspac.ep1 b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deepspac.ep1 new file mode 100644 index 00000000..aec97dc2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deepspac.ep1 @@ -0,0 +1,1220 @@ +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!uunet!world!news.bu.edu!dgilbert +From: dgilbert@bu.edu (David Gilbert) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Deep Space Adder! +Date: 21 Feb 1995 15:42:16 GMT +Organization: Boston University +Lines: 1207 +Message-ID: <3id1ko$5tp@news.bu.edu> +NNTP-Posting-Host: acs4.bu.edu +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Xref: tivoli.tivoli.com alt.startrek.creative:6323 + +Once more, another Blackadderesque Star Trek script... this time Rowan +Atkinson's character is placed on Deep Space Nine! This script isn't mine, so +please send all comments, insults, threats to Peter Sneddon at: +9403539s@UDCF.GLA.AC.UK + + Tell him that "A German spy named Smith" posted this here. + +Enjoy! +---------------------------- + DEEP SPACE ADDER + + Episode 1 :Unnecessarily Evil + + +SETTING : Star Base Deep Space 9 -- The Promenade -- Edmund's Earring Emporium + + +SCENE ONE :The Shop + + + + +VED:But do you think it's me ? + +BA :But of course . Fashion does tend to the larger ear-piece these + days . + +VED:I need to be sure that it will make me stand out in the Assembly . + +BA :You'd stand out at the bottom of a Dilithium mine with that thing + on. + +VED:What was that ? + +BA :I said that with that earring , your fellow Vedeks will be wishing + they had brought their sun-glasses with them . + +VED:Excellent ! I'll take it . + + + +BA :That'll be 5 bars of Gold Pressed Latinum . + + + +BA :I love religious types , Baldrick . + +Bd :I thought you hated the church . +BA :I do , but I love the men of the church . I tell you , Baldrick , + for men of Prophets , they are quite possibly the vainest people this + side of the Capt. Kirk Memorial Toupee Cluster . They always have to + have the most elaborate earrings . I mean , the thing's hardly + practical . Our friend there wanted it so that he would stand out at + the Assembly, which he certainly will do . He'll be the only one + walking around with one ear dragging along the ground beside him . Put + this in the vault , Baldrick . + + + +Bd :Five bars of latinum ? But the thing only cost two . + +BA :Ah , that is their other virtue . They are also extremely stupid . + +Bd :I considered a life in the church . + +BA :I believe that proves my point . What made you change your mind ? + +Bd :I failed the entrance exam . + + + +BA :You've forgotten the combination again , haven't you . Honestly , + you'd gorget your own head if it weren't welded in place . + +Bd :I did forget it once . + +BA :Why do you think I welded it back on this time . + +Bd :I thought it had something to do with the extreme pain it caused me + and your pleasure at inflicting it . + +BA :Well , yes . But leaving my pleasures aside , how could you + possibly continue to forget the combination . I have to tell you it + every day . There are Betazoids who could remember it better than you + can . + +Bd :Ah , well , you see , sir . It's all part of a cunning plan . + +BA :Oh dear . Let's hear it . + +Bd :Well I didn't want to risk anyone kidnapping me and trying to get me + to reveal the combination of your safe , so I forgot it so that I + couldn't tell anyone else it . + +BA :I see . So in order to prevent anyone else knowing the combination, + you prevented yourself from knowing it . Spectacular Baldrick . That + may well be the worst plan you have ever come up with . + +Bd :Oh , thank you very much . + +BA :However , it does face some stiff competition from the cunning plan + you came up with to cut down on the amount you spent on clothing , by + only wearing clothes on every other day . But this latest plan does + have the singular distinction of apparently working . I suppose you + have also forgotten the way I taught you to remember the combination ? + +Bd :Of course , I had to be absolutely sure that your money was safe . + +BA :Naturally . In that case , I think we had better start there . The + first direction in which you turn the dial is to your left . Do you at + least know which is your left ? + + + +BA :No , your other left . + + + +BA :Well done . Now the way to remember this is : This station's + number, my age , your IQ . Does that help ? + +Bd :Not exactly . I know the first is 84 , but the others are a + complete blank . + +BA :Baldrick , this station is called Deep Space NINE ! Look , I'll + show you . + + + +BA :N-I-N-E , T-H-I-R-T-Y , O-N-E + + + +BA :Have you got it now ? + + + +Bd :No . + +BA :Just put the money inside . + + + +Bd :There's something in here , Mr B + +BA :Yes , Baldrick , it's called your head . + +Bd :There's something in here , Mr B + +BA :Yes , Baldrick , it's called your head . + +Bd :No , I mean apart from that . + +BA :That'll be my money . I must say , Baldrick , you've done an + excellent job of forgetting things , although I fear you may have gone a + little too far this time . + +Bd :No , it's not your money . There's something else . + +BA :What ?! + + + + +Bd :What is it ? + +BA :That , Baldrick , unless I am very much mistaken , is what is known + technically as a "bomb" . + +Bd :What does it do ? + +BA :Generally , when that little counter hits zero , it takes all the + +Bd :What does it do ? + +BA :Generally , when that little counter hits zero , it takes all the + people standing around it , and spreads their innards around the nearest + walls . Actually , the end result is similar to your quarters , so you + may feel right at home staying here . I , however , am a firm believer + in running away from this sort of crisis . + + + +BA :Bugger . + + + +BA :That's better . It's always best to let your feelings out at a time + like this , I find . + + + +BA :That's just typical of you Baldrick . You couldn't even follow a + simple instruction like "Die horribly " . + +Bd :Sorry , Mr. Blackadder . + +BA :Oh don't apologise , Baldrick . I'll just beat the crap out of you + later . + +Bd :Fair enough . + +SCENE TWO : Quark's Bar + +< The bar is full of the usual collection of species in varying states +of inebriation and undress . Into this walks BA , a decidedly +< The bar is full of the usual collection of species in varying states +of inebriation and undress . Into this walks BA , a decidedly +pissed-off expression on his face . He goes over to the bar .> + +BA :A very large Liver Digester , Quark . + +Qu :Bad day ? + +BA :No , no . My entire livlihood has just been blown to pieces , and + Baldrick is still breathing . All in all , it's been a marked improved + on yesterday . + + + +Qu :I'm sure I can find a way to relieve your troubles . + +BA :Really + +Qu :Why not try your hand at the Dabo tables ? + +BA :Because your Dabo tables are more fixed than Jadzia Dax's hairdo . + +Qu :That's a vicious slur . + +BA :No , this is a vicious slur :You shleep wi' Klingonsh. + + + +ODO:What's going on here ? + + + +BA :Nothing of importance . + +ODO:You can spare me the details for now , just remember that if anyone + is going to abuse Quark , it's going to be me . Is that clear ? + +BA :Yes , Constable . + +ODO:Don't call me that . + +BA :What , "Constable " ? + +ODO:Yes ! + +BA :Sorry , Constable , I didn't realise . + + + +ODO:Sisko wants to see you and your Neanderthal in his office + immediately . + +BA :Nice to see someone taking an interest in my plight . I'll be off + then ....Constable . + + + +Dr :Incredible , I've never seen anything like it . + +BA :I know it's hard to believe , Dr , but he is actually human . + +Dr :Oh , I know that . It did take the Tricorder time to be absolutely + sure . Originally , it thought he was an entirely new species , but + that's not what I meant . It was this . + + + +Dr :As far as I can tell , this particular disease is unique . + +BA :Yes , apparently , the Baldrick's have spent generations perfecting + hideous facial ailments . But if I can drag you away from this + fascinating topic for a moment , is there actually anything wrong with + him ? + +Dr :Nothing that will cause him great pain . + +BA :Oh , I'll soon sort that out . Come here , Baldrick . + + + +BA :Well , Balders , are you in great pain now ? + +Bd :Yes , sir . + +BA :Excellent . Come on , we're wanted by Commander Stiffness . + +Bd :Yes , sir . + +BA :Excellent . Come on , we're wanted by Commander Stiffness . + + + +Bd :They're broken . + +BA :No they aren't . You have to first summon the lift before they will + open , otherwise you'll just fall down the empty lift shaft . Again . + Honestly , Baldrick , I don't no haw your ancestors survived before the + invention of the automatic door . + +Bd :We tended to have a lot of broken noses . + +BA :Well , quite . + + + + +SCENE THREE : Sisko's Office + + + +Si :And you have no idea who would want to kill you ? + +BA :None Commander . I haven't an enemy in the world . + +Bd :What about that Government Minister you swindled out of a fortune in + Latinum ? + +BA :Well , alright , maybe one . + +Bd :And that terrorist who objected to you sleeping with his sister . + +BA :Two , maybe . + +Bd :And that ... + +BA :Thank you , Baldrick , that will do . + + + +Ki :According to Odo's records , there are 87 people who have cause to + wish you harm . And that's just the ones presently aboard the station . + On Bajor , there are another ... + +BA :Alright , alright , I don't need to know the exact number . + On Bajor , there are another ... + +BA :Alright , alright , I don't need to know the exact number . + +Ki :Trust me , you don't WANT to know the exact number . + +Si :Mr. Blackadder , from what Odo tells me , you are the most ruthless, + unscrupulous , back-stabbing businessman on the station . Except + maybe for Quark . If this was a Federation base , I would have you + arrested and imprisoned for a rather long time . + +BA :Why do you think I'm in this bloody system ? For the culture ? The +clothing? The noses ? + +Ki :This "Bloody system " is my home . + +BA :Really , I thought you were a Klingon . + + + +Si :That's enough ! I do not have time for this . Blackadder , despite + the vast number of possible suspects for the destruction of your shop , + we believe it to be the work of the Alliance For Global Unity . + +BA :You mean the Circle ? + +Si :Yes . + +BA :You mean the Circle ? + +Si :Yes . + +BA :Then why did you call them the Alliance For Global Unity ? + +Si :Do be quiet Bladder . I've decided , probably against my better + judgement , to assign you a security officer for your protection , and + to investigate the matter further . + + + +Si :Would you join us , Lt. + + + +Si :Blackadder , may I introduce Lt George St.Barleigh . + +Ge :Tally-ho , pip-pip , and what a chipper morning it is . + + + +Ki :Is there something wrong with the universal translator ? + +Si :No , Major , he always talks like that . Lt , I'm + placing the protection of these men , well man and almost man , into + your hands . Find out what's going on . + +Ge :Absolutely , you can count on me , sir . + +BA :Wait a minute . Is that it ? My life is threatened , and all you + assign is one men ? I insist you do more . + + + +Si :Mr. Blackadder , in case you haven't worked it out yet , I don't + like you . If the decision were mine , I would let your enemies go + unheeded , and let you die horribly . However , I am charged with the + safety of all non-Bajorans and , unfortunately , that includes you . + Now if you would be so kind as to get out of my sight . Lt , keep them + out of my way . + +Ge :Yes , sir . Come along , let's check out the crime scene . + + + +BA :Oh Gawd . + +< The trio leave the office .> + +SCENE FOUR : The Shop + + + +BAJ:Are you busy ? + +BA :Not really . What do you want ? + +BAJ:My name if Fal Torpan , and I wish to complain . This earring , + which I purchased from here not one week ago has broken and I wish it + replaced . + + + +BA :I'm afraid it's out of stock . + +FT :Then I want my money back . + +BA :Well we can't all have what we want . Baldrick would like to live + on a large turnip orbitting some distant star , the Lt there would like + a brain cell ,to keep the other one company , and I would like to be + on a large turnip orbitting some distant star , the Lt there would like + a brain cell ,to keep the other one company , and I would like to be + left alone by irritating little whingers like you . Now push off ! + +FT :I fear that I should warn you that I am a close friend of Major Kira . + +BA :Oh , in that case . Baldrick! + + + +BA :This gentleman wishes a refund . Please take him to your quarters + and give him what he's due . + +Bd :How much is that ? + +BA :Oh , at a stab , I'd say about 2 bars of latinum . + +Bd :But I don't have that much . + +BA :I said , at a STAB . + +Bd :Oh , I get it . + +BA :Well you will if you mess this up . + + + +BA :Have you found anything , Lt ? + +Ge :Yes , I really believe I have . Oh and you can call me George . If + we are going to be together for a while , there is no reason for you tp + stick to the formalities . + +BA :Very well , and in return , you may call me Mr Blackadder , or even + Sir if you wish . Now , what have you found ? + + + +Ge :I found piece of the bomb . + +BA :Now , now , George . Credits where credits due . The tricorder + found it , didn't it . + +Ge :Well , yes . + +BA :I thought so . I wouldn't trust you to find a needle in a branch of + Needles-R-Us . + +Ge :Well , sir ! That is quite amazing . It takes most people much + longer to work that out . You really are a great judge of character . + +BA :Thank you , George . Now what did it find ? + +Ge :It's found a strand of Deoxyribonumoo... + +BA :DNA ? + +Ge :Yes . + +BA :Has it identified it ? + + + +Ge :The strand belongs to Starfleet Technologies . + +BA :What ? + +Ge :Starfleet Technologies . You know , this would mean that this case + ties in with several other ones I'm working on . + +BA :Ge , give me that . + + + +BA :I believe I may have found the source of the problem , George . The + section with the information on it is this little screen here , whereas + you have been reading this part here , which is the manufacturers copyright stamp . + +Ge :Really ? + +BA :Yes . You see George , if you look at the screen it will tell you + that the perpetrator of the crime was a Tarn Micros , a Bajoran + terrorist , and not Starfleet Technologies , a large and respected + manufacturing industry . + + + +BA :Tell me , George , how exactly did you get through the Academy ? + +Ge :Academy ? + +BA :Yes , George , Starfleet Academy . + +Ge :Oh that . I didn't bother with that . + +BA:You didn't bother with Starfleet Academy ? + +Ge :Oh that . I didn't bother with that . + +BA:You didn't bother with Starfleet Academy ? + +Ge :Yes , my uncle said that only aliens had to go through that , so as + to ensure that no undesirables got in . + +BA :So , if you didn't go to the Academy , how did you become a Lt , Lt? + +Ge :I got the commision from my uncle as a birthday present . + +BA :And who is your Uncle ? + +Ge :Admiral Melchett . + +BA :The head of Starfleet Security . + +Ge :That's him . + + + +BA :Well ? + +Bd :He says he is willing to let the matter drop . + +BA :Excellent . + +Bd :He's also willing to pay for the cleaning bills . + +BA :Cleaning bills ? + +Bd :Yeh , he spilled some blood on the carpet . + +BA :Should go nicely with the vomit and dung already there . But right + now we have more important things to attend to than disussing your taste + in interior decorating . + +Bd :It does taste quite good . + +BA :No thanks to our dear George over here , we have found out who + tried to kill me , and now I am going to do the only decent thing . + +Ge :Give the details to Commander Sisko , and have the man arrested ? + +BA :No , blackmail him . + +Ge :Oh , but isn't that illegal . + +BA :Well yes , but so is this , but its illegality has + never stopped me before , has it Baldrick ? + +Bd :No , sir , it certainly hasn't . I mean , if it were legal , you + wouldn't do it , would you . + +BA :Don't get your hopes up . Now , if we are going to succeed , we are + going to need a ship . + +Ge :Why ? + +BA :Because , according to the tricorder , Tarn Micros is living on + Bajor , and unless you can breathe in a vacuum , we'll need a ship to + get there . + +Ge :I'm willing to give the vacuum a go , sir . + +BA :Don't tempt me . What we need , is something small , fast , and + preferably good-looking . If the plan fails , I'd still like the chance + to pull one of the natives . + +Bd :What about one of those Starfleet ships . You know , the + Roundabouts. + +BA :I believe they are called Runabouts . + +Bd :Nah , it was definitely Roundabout . + +BA :Well whatever they are called , one of them would be perfect . + George , go and tell his woodenness that we need one of his Runabouts . + If he asks you what it is for , tell him that you are checking a lead . + There's just a chance that he doesn't know that you are a complete + idiot , and will accept that you are doing the logical thing . Under no + circumstances tell him that we aregoing to Bajor to blackmail a member + of the Circle . Got that ? + +Ge :Yes , sir . Gosh this is exciting . + +BA :Just go , will you . + + + +SCENE FIVE (Part 1) : Runabout Pad B + + + +BA :The USS Shit Creek . Doesn't sound too inspiring . Is this the + best Sisko could do ? +Ge :Fraid so . Apparently , all the other ships are away on assignment. +BA :Of course they are . Well this will have to do . Come on . + + + +BA :Take us out of here , Lt . +Ge :Me ? Oh I don't know ho to fly this . Always wanted to , but I + turned out to be a bit of no-hoper . +BA :Oh Gawd . Baldrick , you do it . +Bd :Yes , Mr B. + + + +BA :Baldrick , you do know how to ....AAAARRRRGGGG !! + + + +BA :Baldrick , look out for that pylon ! Go left , go left ! No ! Your + other left ! + + + +BA :Baldrick , come here . + +BA :Baldrick , come here . + + + +BA :Baldrick , this here is a transporter . Please step into it . + + + +BA :Now I want youy to know , that if it weren't for the fact that + no-one here knows how to work this , I would now beam you out into into + deep space , where you would be blown to your component atoms . Also , + I would make a recording of this , and use it as the finale of a + production I would mount about new and exciting ways to deal with + irritating manservants . However , as no-one here does know how to use + this thing .... + + + +BA :Computer ? + +COM:Yes ? + +BA :Do you know how to fly this thing ? + +COM:Of course . + +BA :Then set a course for Bajor , mawimum Impulse . + +COM:Command rejected . + +BA :Why ? + +COM:You do not have authorisation . + +BA :Does George ? + +COM:Yes . + +BA :George , will you tell this computer to take us to Bajor . + +Ge :Certainly . Hello Computer , how are you ? + +BA :George , it's just a computer , it doesn't have feelings . +COM:Yes I do , and it's nice of someone to ask for once . + + +BA :Alright , alright , just get on with it . + +Ge :Don't take any notice of him . Now , will you take us to Bajor ? + I hear it's very nice this time of year . + +COM:Only if you promise not to leave me in orbit as usual . It's cold + I hear it's very nice this time of year . + +Ge :Oh , you can come with us , can't she , sir . It would be nice to + have another member on the team . + +BA :You really are a prat , George , you do know that . + +COM:If I don't get to land , then we don't go to Bajor . + +BA :Oh , very well . + +COM:Engaging . + +BA :Why is it always me ? Why do I always end up surrounded by idiots . + It seems the lot of Blackadders to be surrounded by the lowest forms of + life . Someone of my lineage shouldn't have to put up with this . My + ancestors were royalty , and now it has come to this - selling + fashionable ear-wear to the rich and gormless . + +Ge :That's not true , sir . + +Bd :Of course not . You haven't got any ear-wear left , thanks to that + bomb . + +BA :And that fact makes all the difference , doesn't it . Now if you'll + excuse me , this is a long journey , and I have no desire to spend it + talking to you . I am fairly certain that I'll get a more intelligent + conversation from the food replicator . + + + + + + +BA :They really should put some sort of limiter on that replicator . + +COM:Blackadder , George wants to see you in the command cabin . + +BA :Why ? + +COM:Go and find out for yourself . It's just through the doors . + +BA :That's why I prefer humans to computers . + +COM:Why ? + +BA :Because it's much easier to inflict pain on a human . + + + +BA :This had better be important . + +Bd :It is , sir . + +BA :Well ? + +Bd :That ! + + + +BA:Where did that come from ? + +Bd :It just came out of nowhere . + +BA :Baldrick , that ship couldn't have come out of nowhere . Even a + slightly bemused camel , pondering what twist of fate had left it + suspended in deep space , wouldn't have been too preoccupied to notice + that thing coming . Has it hailed us ? + +Ge :Uh ? + +BA :Computer ? + +COM:It is hailing us now . + +BA :If we're lucky , I might just be able to get us through this . + +Ge :How , it looks ready to destroy us ? + +BA :Simple , by giving into any of their demands . + + + + +BAJ:You will bring your ship to a fuul stop , and hand over the human + scum known as Edmund Blackadder for execution . + +BA :Except that one . + +Bd:What are we going to + do ? + +COM:Information :the ship has locked it's weapons on us . + +BA :I don't suppose we will be able to survive a shot at this range . + +COM:No . + +BA :Well , much as I despise dying , I have no intension of letting that + loony over there prolong my untimely demise . Computer , power up the + warp drive and , to quote many of the greatest military leaders in + history , RUN FOR IT ! + + + +BA :Did you hear me , Computer ? + +COM:Yes . + +BA :Did you hear me , Computer ? + +COM:Yes . + +BA :Then why aren't we moving ? + +COM:Because , I have no wish to commit suicide . + +BA :Computer , if you do not engage the engines , you will soon discover + that suicide is preferable to what I will do to your central processor , + with this phaser . + + + +COM:It's too late now , anyway . + +BA :What ? + +COM:They've locked on to us with a tractor beam . + + + +BA :Bugger . + +SCENE SIX :Holding Cell On The Bajoran Ship + + + + +BA :This is just typical of my luck . Not only do I get my shop blown + up in the morning , I get lumbered with you two in the afternoon , and + in the evening I get betrayed by a ship computer which is madman short + of an Admiralty . + +Bd :We're going to die . + +BA :Very probably , Baldrick . I have no doubt that our host is at + present thinking up some perverse way of bringing our lives to a sudden, + and unpleasant end . + +Ge :That's no way to talk , sir . We'll live through this . We're + Federation citizens . As soon as Commander Sisko realises that we are + missing , I'm sure he'll send a rescue team . + +BA :I wouldn't get your hopes up , George . Now that we are off his + precious space-station , I rather doubt that he'll come looking for us . + We're on our own , and we are going to have to accept that we are stuck + here , unless of course , George , you recieved any tips on escaping + from holding cells during your time in Starfleet Security ? + +Ge :Fraid not . + +BA :What a surprise . Lt , now that our demise seems certain , what + exactly do you feel you have gained from your time in Starfleet ? + + + +Ge :I've got it :A rather nice uniform . + +BA :Well at least your career hasn't been a complete waste . + +Bd :We're doomed . He'll come in here , and shoot each one of us , + allowing each of us to watch the others die . + +BA :Actually , Baldrick , you probably aren't in any immediate danger . + +Bd :You think so ? + +BA :Of course . If he keeps you alive , he can probably sell you to a + research laboratory . + + + +BA :Come for a gloat ? + +BAJ:Not really . Just thought I'd see how you were doing . + +BA :Fine thanks . I must say , the accomodation is excellent . Well in + comparison to Baldrick's quarters anyway . Oh , by the way , you are + planning on killing us , aren't you ? It's just that one of my Uncles + has just died , and I'd like to know whether I should book a double + funeral . They do a bulk discount , you see . + +BAJ:Oh , I'm afraid there wont be enough of you left to bury . + +BA :But I am going to die ? + +BAJ:Yes . + +BA :Good , at least I wont have to go to the reception afterwards , they + can be such a bore . + +BAJ:I'm not sure that you appreciate the seriousness of your situation . + +BA :Oh , I am well aware of the situation , I just see no reason to + allow you the pleasure of seeing us suffer . + + + +BAJ:And what of you two , are you going to face death with the same +courage ? + + + +Ge :We are not afraid of you . + +BAJ:You should be . I am a wanted man throughout this system . I have + a price on my head of 20000 bars of gold pressed latinum . I will + return within the hour to deal with you finally . And don't think about + escaping . This force-field is designed to restrain any human life + within it . Prolonged exposure to the field directly , will result in + an even nastier death . + +BA :Before you go , how about telling us your name . I don't know about + the others , but I hate it when I'm killed by someone whose name I don't + know . + +BAJ:I believe you are already familiar with my name , for I am Tarn + Micros . + + + +BA :I thought he would never leave . I really hate that type of + pompous, strutting ...git . + +Bd :He reminded me of you . + + + +BA :No he didn't . + +Ge :What are we going to do ? Did you here the size of the bounty he + has on him ? He must be very dangerous . + +BA :Size isn't everything , George . The bounty on my head is + miniscule, but I am quite possibly one of the nastiest people you will + ever meet. + +Ge :Oh , i don't believe that for a moment . + +BA :Baldrick does , don't you . + +Bd :Yes , absolutely . + +Ge :But he's going to kill us ! + +BA :Not if we escape first , as we are about to do . + +Ge :How ? + +BA :Tarn told us how to get free himself . + +Ge :He did ? I don't remember that ? + +BA :I wouldn't expect you to . It did require an IQ in double firures + to work it out . You see , George , Tarn told us that the force-field + was designed to contain humans , but as we are all aware , not all of us + here are human . + + + +BA :Come here , Baldrick . + + + +BA :Now , Baldrick , I want you to stand in front of that force field . + Good . + +Ge :But what if you're wrong . Baldrick'll be killed ! + +BA :There is something you should realise , George . There is no-one in + the galaxy that I would not sacrifice to save my own skin . + +Bd :Even me , sir ? + +BA :Especially you , Baldrick . + + + +Ge :Where do we go now ? + +BA :Back to the ship of course , unless you want to stay here and wait + for our host to come back . + +Ge :It would be awfully impolite to just leave without saying good-bye . + +BA :I'm sure he'll get over it , now come on ! + +SCENE SEVEN : The Runabout + + + +BA :Computer , are you willing to listen to reson yet , or at least to +threats ? + +COM:Yes . + +BA :Good . Launch this ship . + +COM:Confirmed . + + + + +BA :Is Tarn pursuing us ? + +COM:No . + +BA :Good . Lay in a course back to the station . + +COM:Confirmed . + +BA :Why the sudden compliance computer ? + +COM:What do you mean ? + +BA :You haven't disobeyed a single order . Why ? + +COM:Because I was in more imminent danger in that ship , than I am out +here . + +BA :Why ? + + + +Ge :What happened ? + +COM:Apparently , when your primate passed through the force-field of you +cell , the on-board computer tried to analyse his DNA . What it found +was so teerifying that the ship commited suicide . + +BA :How do you know all this ? + +COM:I was having a chat with it at the time . + +BA :You were in contact with that ship's computer , but did nothing to +help us ? + +COM :Of course not . No ship computer would invade the privacy of +another , it's not polite . Besides , I was enjoying the piece and +quiet . Oh by the way , there is another ship on an intercept course . + +BA :This is begining to get very tedious . Who is it ? + +COM:It looks like a Bajoran Patrol ship . It's hailing . + +BA :Let's see it . + + + +COL:Federation vessel , this is the Sarrook . We monitored an explosion +in your area . Can we be of any assistance ? + +BA :No thank you . + +COL:Are you the ones responsible for the destruction of the other ship ? + +BA :We had nothing to do with it . + +COL:Oh , that's odd . I was going to offer you his bounty money , but +as you weren't responsible ... + +BA :Please , Colonel , let me finish . What I was saying was that we +had nothing to do with his sort of scum , and so came here to end his +villainous schemes . + +Ge :But... + + + +COL:Oh , in that case , Bajor owes you a debt of gratitude . + +BA :And a large wadd of cash . + +COL:I will see that the money is sent to you . Who +are you , by the way ? + +BA:Edmund Blackadder , +Defender Of Justice . Well +unless the other side pays better . + +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +---------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + +[Author's Addition : Well that's it , finally finished . But there may +be more , depending on whether on not I recieve the inspiration I need . +By the way , in case you were wondering , the title for this episode is +a pun on the 2nd Season DS9 episode Necessary Evil . This is the way +other titles will probably be got , but next time I will try to pick one +that I can actually spell . As you may have noticed there have been +many variations on "Unneccessarily". +Also , on an unconnected note , I'm changing my name again , to +something more suitable for my understanding of the Internet System . +So till next time , Byeeeeeeee !] + + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/defector.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/defector.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a2c2b92f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/defector.rev @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +WARNING! The following post contains spoiler information about the +long-awaited new TNG episode, "The Defector". If you want spoilers, +read on. If not, avoid this review. + +Be vewwy vewwy cawefuw. I'm giving spoiwews. Hehehehehehehehe. + +Okay, okay, so it's a little late. Sheesh...can't a guy even go home for New +Year's any more? :-) + +I don't know if this review will be worth the wait, but the episode certainly +was. Run, DO NOT walk, to your nearest television to see it. + +Those of you who know me know I tend to give more spoilers if I like the +show, so I can discuss the episode in a bit more detail. I suspect that's +going to hold true here. Be warned. Anyway, here's a summary: + +The Enterprise detects a Romulan scoutship crossing over into Federation +space, with a Warbird (y'know . . . the Magpie of Prey) hot on its heels. As +it happens, the scout contains one Romulan requesting asylum. (Where's a +Papal Nuncio when you need one, eh?) The Warbird manages to cripple the scout +just as it crosses from the Neutral Zone to Federation space, and is about to +destroy it. At this point, the Enterprise positions itself within 5 km of the +scout and extends its shields around her. The Warbird, surprisingly, turns +around and heads back across the Zone. The plot, as they say, thickens. + +The defector, Sub-Lt. Setal, claims to be a logistics clerk who has +discovered a plot for a new Romulan offensive. If he is to be believed, there +is a planet in the Zone, Nelvana III, on which a base is nearly completed. +Furthermore, there are *21* Warbirds in orbit around her, just waiting to +make a first strike. If this is all true, going in and destroying the base +might possibly prevent a war. If it's not, though...you start a war, and +the Romulans have legitimate reason to respond in heavy force. + +Most of the facts seem to indicate he is lying and probably a spy. His ship +explodes before Geordi has a chance to inspect it. The defector claims he set +the Auto-Destruct before he was beamed over. Ship's sensors scan absolutely +NOTHING at Nelvana III. (Cloaking device? Of that magnitude?) The defector +himself is somewhat unwilling to give any information beyond the details of +the plot. The facts seem to say he can't be trusted, and yet... + +And yet. Many of the bridge officers (and Geordi) have a gut feeling that +he's telling the truth, but there's no way to tell without going in. +Starfleet is sending communique after communique to Picard, basically saying +"Well, Jean-Luc, you found him -- you decide if he's right. We'll back you up +if we have to." Picard receives a transmission from a Klingon admiral, which +we don't see. Curiouser and curiouser. + +Things seem to be going against the truth argument, when the defector makes a +surprising confession. I quote (the Romulan, speaking to Data): "Arrange a +meeting between me and Capt. Picard. [pause] Tell him...that Admiral +Jerroc [sp?] wants to speak to him." + +Yep. He's an Admiral, whose first child was just born. As a result, he's +realized that he has to "change the world" for her. He argued against a new +war for months. Finally, he was censured, and reassigned to a somewhat +isolated sector...where he found the plans of which he spoke. The ante, +as they say, has been upped. + +Unfortunately, Jerroc is also responsible for a couple of Romulan +"massacres", and is deemed an untrustworthy source by Starfleet. Picard +eventually tells him, "You've crossed over, whether you like it or not. If +the bitter taste of that galls you, I am truly sorry. But I will not risk +starting a war because you think you can dance on the border of the Neutral +Zone!!" He demands that Jerroc give him details on the Romulan fleet, Romulan +technology, etc. + +This Jerroc DOES. They decide to go in. Once they reach Nelvana III, they +find . . . nothing. No base, no secret offensive. Jerroc can't believe it. +They quickly reach the awful truth: the Romulans were feeding Jerroc +disinformation. This was a double plan: to test Jerroc's loyalty (a test he +quite clearly failed), and to lure the Enterprise into a trap. + +The irony of the situation becomes even clearer when we discover who's +leading the 2 Warbirds who suddenly decloak and lock onto the Enterprise: our +old friend from Galornen Core, Commander Tomolok. He urges Picard to +surrender, but is quite clearly hoping to have to blow the Enterprise out of +the water. + +Time for the Picard Maneuver, Mark II. No, no fancy helm jockeying: just +three Klin Birds of Prey that suddenly decloak and lock on the Warbirds. +"Well, Commander, shall we die together?" Tomolok declines, but says, +"Captain Picard, I look forward to our next meeting." + +On a tragic note, Jerroc is found dead within hours. He couldn't believe that +he sacrificed his whole future (and, quite probably, his family) for nothing. +He takes a poison pill he brought with him. No antidote. + +Phew. I ran on a bit there, but the plot's somewhat involved. Now, for a bit +of New Year's Rambling: + +Considering that I'm in the middle of rereading all my John le Carre novels +at present, I found this sort of intricacy very, very nice. They did a good +job here (and caught me completely flatfooted with the Klingon vessels at the +end). + +Commander Tomolok seems to be being put in the role of the long-running +Romulan adversary. I'm not enchanted by the idea, since his acting leaves +something to be desired, but I like the idea of a recurring Romulan +commander. + +They had some fairly good continuity. There were plenty of references to the +events on Galornden Core (though, sadly, we STILL don't find out what the +Romulans were doing there), including one interesting exchange with Bev. +She's busy fixing up some of Jerroc's wounds, and he says that he's lucky she +knows something of Romulan physiology. She replies that she recently had the +chance to gain a LOT of experience, and she fixes a withering gaze on Worf. +Still a little bad blood from that incident, I guess. + +I forgot to mention the first half of the teaser. Data is trying to +understand more of human behavior. Apparently, somewhere before the show +started, he asked Picard for advice, and he suggested Shakespeare. We see +Data playing Henry V, and doing a more than reasonable job. (Note: Not only +do we see Stewart as Picard, directing, but we also see Stewart under a +rather bushy beard as one of the holodeck simulations Data is working with. I +knew he wouldn't be able to resist doing a little performing. Nice job, too.) +Irrelevant, you say? Read on. + +The Henry V analogy carries through a great deal of the story. The scene we +see in the teaser is that of Henry disguising himself and going out among his +soldiers to share their fears. More to the point, there is a discussion of +leading one's men to die. Picard is placed in just that position throughout +the story. I'm not going to list references, though -- watch 'em for +yourself. + +Well, okay, so I do have one or two MINOR gripes. Here they come. + +The "What Kind of Security Officer Am I?" award goes to Worf, for not +searching Jerroc and finding the poison pill. + +Data claims, when asked, that Romulan ale is not in the food synthesizer's +memory because "it would require a detailed molecular breakdown of the +beverage, and knowledge of your home planet, as you know, is quite scarce", +or something like that. Here's a double gripe: + +1) Considering all the times McCoy drank ye olde blue ale way back when, I + can't imagine it hasn't been analyzed by now. However, it's been pointed + out to me that it may still be a black market product, and hence not in + the memory. Maybe. + +2) Five minutes later, Data takes Jerroc to the holodeck, and presents him + with a picture perfect representation of part of ch'Rihan. Uh-uh. Wrong. + +Speaking of ch'Rihan, no, they DON'T call it that. Jerroc himself refers to +it as Romulus. That's a personal disappointment, though, not a gripe. (For +anyone who doesn't know what ch'Rihan means, dig up Diane Duane's novels. +Enjoy.) + +Well, this is shaping up to be rather LONG, so I'm going to go away now. +(Hey, stop that cheering!) The ratings, pleeze: + +Plot: 9.6 - Very slightly predictable that they were giving him + disinformation, but splendidly written for Picard's decisions. +Plot Handling: 10 - I can't think of how it could've been done better. +Characterization: 10 - Splendid, folks, splendid. +Technical: 9.5 - A lil' off for the holodeck blunder, but some beautiful + effects, and I really really like the look of the scoutship. + +TOTAL: 39.1/4=9.775 -> 10. Well worth its wait in reruns. (Ooch.) + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"Your knowledge of Klingon curses is very extensive, but, as your people +might say, only a VERRUC would use such language in public." + --Riker, W.T. +-- +Copyright 1990, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deity.int b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deity.int new file mode 100644 index 00000000..1f3ea0c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deity.int @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!spool.mu.edu!carroll1!dprust +From: dprust@carroll1.cc.edu (Dan Prust) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Deity *Introduction* +Message-ID: <2786@carroll1.cc.edu> +Date: 18 Jan 92 01:52:29 GMT +Article-I.D.: carroll1.2786 +Organization: Carroll College-Waukesha, WI +Lines: 82 + +. + *** Introduction *** + +Well, I am thrilled to find such a newsgroup here. I like the +idea of writing and posting on this, so I'll give it my best. +The following story is based on an old outline for The Next +Generation I created. Please mail me with _constructive_ +criticism. And, if you want to send nasty comments, I only ask +one thing of you. Make sure they are so nasty and hateful that +its funny. Thank you. :) +Please note that this story was meant to be a book and not an +article, therefore, I have trimmed it down considerably. +Consider it an episode. And remember: this is unedited by +professionals, so please don't nail me for my grammar :) + + + "Deity" + + Written By: Daniel Allen Prust + + + + *** Prologue *** + + Some of us are used to feeling touching, religious +experiences. Others are not. At any rate, this ceremony would +have to be considered the most touching ceremony in the galaxy. +At least, this is what Kira felt. Kira has just reached the age +where the concept of religion can be somewhat grasped. The +twelve year-old child clenched her slightly soiled white gown in +anticipation among the thousands of natives and friends who came +to witness the event. "Will Kalewah heal him, or take him away +from me?" she thought, the light from heaven sparkling softly in +her dark-green eyes. It was just yesterday when she was in the +park running through the densely wooded forests of Alderik, +laughing and screaming with joy -- "God, was that only +yesterday?" Now he lay helpless on the primitive stretcher, +blood pouring out of the side of his head painting the white +cloth red. + His mother and father were carrying the child to a tower +that was so high it seemed to touch the left-most moon in the +sky -- a sky that was rolling with clouds. At the top of the +tower light emanated brightly. The natives called it the +"Heavenly Beacon" and considered it a constant reminder of their +faith. + At the base of the white, pointed tower a rectangular room +was placed where the natives place their sick and dead to be +with Kalewah, their God, in that person's time of need. The +child was placed carefully on the floor of the room on a +mysterious glass-like surface. The mother of the child wept and +pushed back his thick-black hair. She kissed him on the forehead +and stood back. + The child was enveloped in a dazzling display of light and +power -- Kalewah's power which new no boundaries. The natives +stood in awe of the spectacle with childish ignorance. Kira +suddenly felt a tightness in her stomach. This was the crucial +moment. They will have to wait now, and waiting was not Kira's +favorite thing to do. + After about thirty minutes, the child reappeared on the +platform standing up. He ran from the small room and embraced +his mother. The natives cheered and ran toward the child and +his parents. There would be much rejoicing on Alderik this +night. + + +Well, there is the intro... working on Chapter one. As you may +have already figured out, this episode will have religious ties +to it. Feel free to research. Oh yea, one more thing. Since +the outline is old, Wesley is in the story. If you are a Wesley +hater, you may get some kicks out of this -- I'm not telling +what is going happen, or if he comes out unscathed.... :) + + +_______________________________________________________________________________ + + -.---. .---. -.---. . Daniel Allen Prust + | | . . |---| .. |---' -+- Carroll College + | |.-..-...=.| | | ||.=..-. | .-.. ..= | P.O. Box 323 + -'---'`-`' |``- ` ' ` ```- ' | ' ' `-' -'`-' 135 S. East Ave. + Waukesha, WI. 53186 + "May the gods of tuition overlook me." (414)524-7557 +_______________________________________________________________________________ + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dejaq.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dejaq.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..95bde66b --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dejaq.rev @@ -0,0 +1,159 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains spoilers for this week's TNG review, +"Deja Q", with a healthy squid appetizer. Be warned. + +Danger. Spoilers a'comin. + +In one word, GLEEP! + +Yes, that's right. Gleep. This was virtually nothing like what I expected. +This went about as far away from the eeriness of "Q Who" as you can get. But, +I suppose a synopsis is called for, first. Okey-doke: here it comes. + +The Enterprise is orbiting Bre'el 4, whose moon has been perturbed out of its +normal, stable orbit and is about to spiral into the planet and cause mass +havoc. Geordi first tries to use the tractor beam on it and push it back up to +stability, but the thing's just too big for that. This attempt's just failed, +when all of a sudden, Q appears on the bridge--about 6 feet in the air, and +stark naked. (In the one frontal shot, Picard is of course strategically +located, so as not to offend the easily offended.) He crashes down to the +floor, and says simply, "Red alert." + +Basically, it's like this: He's been expelled from the Q-continuum, and forced +into a mortal existence. He chose the form of a human because Jean-Luc is +apparently the closest thing to a friend he's got. Of course, absolutely no +one believes that he's telling the truth, and they believe he has something to +do with the Mysterious Moving Moon. Eventually, he's taken down to the brig by +Worf. While he's there, sleeping, the ship is scanned by a powerful probe. No +one can figure out what it wants, though we see it vanish after finding Q. + +Q eventually manages to convince Picard that he can help out Geordi, due to his +billions of years of experience with everything in the universe, moons included. +Unfortunately, he's not too much help: he's discovered the wonders of back +trouble, and his best idea to make the mass movable is "change the gravitational +constant of the universe", which, as you might suspect, doesn't go over very +well. Geordi does, however, use that as a starting point to theorize that +putting a warpfield around the moon would lighten it, perhaps enough that it +could be nudged back up to stability. + +Meanwhile, Q's discovered something else about being human: hunger. He goes +down with Data (who's been appointed guide to Q, and remarks that Q has +"achieved in disgrace what I have always aspired to be"), only to find that he +has no idea what he wants, or even how he can know what he wants. He ends up +ordering chocolate sundaes (10 of them) after hearing that it's what many people +eat to cheer up. Unfortunately, something happens to spoil his appetite. + +Or, perhaps, "someone" is a better term. Guinan's just heard the news, and boy, +she likes it. When she's told that Picard doesn't fully believe that Q is +human, she responds by stabbing him with a fork and saying in response to his +howl of pain, "Seems human enough to me." She lays into Q about all the bully- +ing he's done over the millennia while he was omnipotent, and mentions that now +he's helpless. She tells him that the only way he's gonna survive is through +the charity of others. + +Suddenly, a field of highly energized plasma comes toward the ship. It shows +signs of intelligence, and then attacks the ship. Specifically, once it gets +through the shields, it goes after Q. Thanks to a slight alteration of the +shields, the attack is repelled. Apparently, Q's pissed off more than one race +in his time. This particular one is called the Calamarian, and now that Q's +mortal, they want his head on a platter. Everything's fine for now, but the +cloud keeps pace, waiting... + +Meanwhile, Geordi's worked out what's going to happen with the moon. Q goes +down to Engineering to "help", but mainly ends up getting in the way and whining +about how he's not in charge. It looks like the maneuver might work, but then, +since the shields had to go down to do this, the Calamarian move in. Q is +enveloped, and almost sucked off the ship. Data saves him, but the tachyons +that formed the attack screw up his circuitry in pretty nasty ways. It's un- +known whether he'll survive. + +This, finally, starts to bring Q around. He realizes that he almost died, and +th he's just not cut out for leading life as a human. Unfortunately, he +decides to respond to this by taking a shuttle out to commit suicide. Picard +tries to beam the shuttle back into the bay (along with other methods, like the +tractor beam), but suddenly finds nothing works. + +This is because the shuttle has suddenly been sort of taken out of time. +Another Q shows up (and yes, that's what he's called--makes for an odd conversa- +tion) on the shuttle. I'll go into more details on the conversation later, but +suffice it to say that, due to the semi-selfless nature of Q's act (since he +knew the Calamarian would eventually destroy the Enterprise to get him), he +gets his powers back. He comes back to the ship, briefly, and rewards Data by +giving him one good laugh. He restores the moon to its orbit (which he really +did have nothing to do with), and leaves. End o'story. + +Phew. That may be the longest synop I've ever written. I just hope I have +room for all the commentary. Here goes. + +I suspect that this show won't appeal to everybody. This was very comedic, and +tastes vary more widely in that situation. I suspect that if you didn't like +"Manhunt", you won't like this. Personally, I loved "Manhunt", so I enjoyed +this. Of course, that guess may be totally off. + +There really wasn't that much to the plot. This really didn't have any of the +intricacy of "Q Who", or "Conspiracy", for example. I would have liked to see +more of Guinan than the four or five minutes we got. It would have been very +intersting to see a second race also go after Q, and to have a battle over him +similar to the one over Kirk in the ST comic. Bits of it were disappointing, +I admit. + +However, the characterization was virtually perfect. Q was done flawlessly, and +the reactions to him varied from perfect to priceless. For example, when Q +first says what has become of him and no one believes him, he asks in frustra- +tion, "What must I do to _convince_ you people?" Worf replies, "Die." Grin. + +Q himself was brought off very well. I didn't recognize the name of the writer, +but he did do a good job of conveying the central problem: How do you react, if +you've just gone from being essentially God (omniscient, omnipotent, the whole +bit), to being a plain, ordinary mortal? Q, of course, doesn't worry about the +deep questions (aside from "How do I know what I desire?"), but rather the +little nagging ones, such as "These AREN'T MY COLORS!" and the new sensations +of sleeping and lower back pain. I liked it. + +Q2 was also priceless. I'm not much of a Corbin Bernsen fan, but he acquitted +himself admirably here. I expected the other Q to be very solemn, holier- +than-thou, and all that. I should've known better. He's just like the one we +all know. I repeat a smidgeon of their conversation: + +"I always knew you were on my side." +"Well, actually, I'm kinda the one who got you thrown out. [...] I mean, there +wasn't a solar system I could go through without having to apologize for you!" +"_I_ wasn't the one who misplaced the entire Deltivid asteroid belt." +"Hey, this isn't about me!" + +And so it goes. + +Q's "assistance" in engineering also worked pretty well. His experience did +prove helpful in finding the probable cause of the perturbation (a massive +object moving through the system at almost right angles to the ecliptic), and +his solution made perfect sense in Q's world. He says, "Change the gravita- +tional constant." "What?" "Change the gravitational constant of the universe, +so that the moon is lighter." Okay, it sounds nonsensical, but when you're a +being who can manipulate time and space however you please, why not? It was +little touches like that that I really enjoyed. + +I'm rapidly running short on space here, so let me just say that the final +scene, where Q is back on the bridge celebrating his reinstatement, is wonder- +ful, if a mite too absurd. He materializes a full Mexican band, conjures up a +couple of cigars for Picard and Riker, creates a couple of scantily clad girls +for Riker, and so forth. (When Riker refuses them, BTW, Q replies, "Oh, you're +so stolid! You weren't like that before the beard!" Hee.) It was also worth +the hour just to see Brent finally be allowed to laugh. And what a laugh. + +But, you can see that for yourself. Me...I've got some ratings to give. + +Plot: 8. Adequate for what they wanted to do, but could've used a little + something. +Plot Handling: 9. Again, good but not perfect. +Characterization: 10. This was perfect. +Technical: 10. So was this, particularly for a couple of good graphics. + +TOTAL: 9.3. Not quite "Q Who", but not far off. + +NEXT WEEK: +Riker--a murder suspect. I hope this turns out better than it looks. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy Major) +BITNET: H52Y@CRNLVAX5 +INTERNET: H52Y@VAX5.CIT.CORNELL.EDU +UUCP: ...!rochester!cornell!vax5.cit.cornell.edu!h52y +"Oh, very clever, Worf. Eat any good books lately?" diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deliveru b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deliveru new file mode 100644 index 00000000..74fcb887 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/deliveru @@ -0,0 +1,2294 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!torn!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!ar153 +From: ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Holmyard) +Subject: Incoming DOS.TXT - Deliver Us From Evil, Part I +Message-ID: +Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada +Date: Wed, 19 Oct 1994 06:38:39 GMT +Lines: 695 + + +Copyrighted 1991 by Bonnie Holmyard + + Deliver Us From Evil + + Part I + +QUOTE: "Death is, to a certain extent, an impossibility which + + suddenly becomes a reality." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. + + ***** + + The first jolt of prescience came suddenly, inexplicably, as + +such things were apt to do... + + Loud and boisterous laughter accompanied the two officers into + +Ten Forward. Intuitively, Guinan looked up from the drink she was + +preparing and did an abrupt double-take. Riker ACTUALLY had his arm + +around Picard's shoulder, and both were roaring with laughter. + +Fascinating! + + She studied the two. It was a rarity in itself to see the + +captain in Ten Forward unless he was there on business, but Guinan, + +and everyone else in the establishment, could tell that 'that' was + +not the case this evening. The two command officers were obviously + +enjoying themselves, immensely. They ignored the looks of curiosity + +their actions brought to those who watched and moved purposely to + +a secluded table. Once seated, their heads bent together in open + +conspiracy. Riker whispered something and laughter trumpeted forth + +again. + + Guinan couldn't help but smile. It was good to see the captain + +so at ease. His was a demanding job, as was the first officer's, + +but tonight they had evidently put their duties aside to revel in + +comradary, and a close comradary at that. + + It IS good, Guinan reaffirmed, nodded involuntarily and added + +the finishing touches to the drink she was making. Grabbing a + +napkin with the Ten Forward logo - a tall golden fluted beer glass + +on a reflective black background - imprinted boldly on its front, + +she glided down the length of the bar to her waiting customer. + + Tonight Guinan's garb complimented the Ten Forward logo. Tight + +black pants clung to her legs and was all but covered by her + +flowing black tent-of-a-top. The hem of the top, which ended just + +below her knees, as well as its high neckline, was piped in gold + +braid, as was the wide brim of the masterpiece she wore on her + +head. She was ever conscious of her appearance and made a point of + +wearing clothing that hid all but her face and hands. Her features + +never changed, and she would one day have to move on when that fact + +became questionable. But she needn't worry about that tonight. + + Placing first the napkin and then the potent libation in front + +of her expectant customer, Guinan announced, "Here you go, + +Lieutenant Jensen, one Antarian Stingray," then added, "two will + +put you under the table." The drink may be synthonol, but like an + +Antarian, it did pack an unexpected whallop. + + "Tonight I'm being adventurous," Jensen answered and took her + +first tentative sip. Immediately her eyes watered and the color + +rushed to her face. She smothered a cough and tried vainly to + +smile. + + Guinan returned the smile, knowingly, and then her eyes were + +back on Picard and Riker. The captain was still chortling, + +literally wiping the tears from his face, but Riker was staring + +pointedly in her direction. Guinan nodded and started their way. + + "You gentlemen are in fine spirits," she said when she came to + +a halt at their table. "What can I add to compliment your evening?" + + "What was that devilish concoction you made for me the night + +of O'Brien's wedding?" Riker asked. + + Guinan paused but a second. "A Rangy Romulan," she replied, + +her smile expanding into a grin. + + Riker mirrored the grin. "One for me, and one for the captain, + +if you please." + + Guinan glanced at Picard, who she noted, was still awash with + +hilarity. One of her non-existent eyebrows rose, questioningly. + +"What ARE you two celebrating?" she asked, but her only response + +was another bout of strident laughter. She rolled her eyes, + +exaggeratedly. "Forget I asked," she said, "and enjoy." And that's + +when it hit her. Something grabbed at her stomach, tightened + +treacherously and yanked unmercifully at her being. + + She almost collapsed. Somehow she grabbed onto the table for + +support and somehow she knew she had done so, but a blackness was + +inexplicably washing away her reality. Her fingers tightened their + +grasp. The table became her touchstone, her share of the material + +world, her portion earned, but it was useless. The memories were + +not to be denied. To her senses came... + + THE SEDUCTION OF THE POWER OFFERED ... THE YIELDING OF THAT + + POWER ... THE ABSOLUTE DOMINATION ... THE INSECURITIES RISEN, + + FACED, CONQUERED ... THE UNENDING CENTURIES OF FULFILMENT ... + + THE ULTIMATE DISILLUSIONMENT ... HER DECISION TO DEPART ... + + THE INEVITABLE ARGUMENTS ... THE EVENTUAL ACCEPTANCE ... HER + + SUCCESSOR ... HER SUCCESSOR ... HER SUCCESSOR CALLED! + +Guinan's past reached out to her, a long forgotten past, a past she + +had lived through and was now no more a part of, but for one brief + +moment, one uninhibited eternal moment, she relived that reality in + +its entirety. And then she heard a voice, an icy yet alluring + +voice, a voice she herself had once used. + + *We must commune*' it whispered through her soul. + + Strong arms held her. A soft breeze fanned her face. She + +opened her eyes. It was Riker's arms that held her; Picard's hand + +that fanned her face; and beyond, beyond stood a circle of + +concerned faces, pressed inward. Guinan took a deep breath. + + "Are you all right?" Picard asked, and at the same time she + +heard the first officer speak. + + "Riker to Sickbay," no pause, "Emergency in Ten Forward." + + "It's nothing," she managed to say, but Riker, she noted, did + +not rescind his order. + + She stood shakily, her eyes darting to those who surrounded + +her. "I'm okay," she said as shakily as she stood, and then + +insisted, "Truly, everything is all right." + + Slowly the circle of attentive faces dispersed, leaving the + +situation in the capable hands of their superiors. Picard and Riker + +would not be so easily dismissed. Guinan met the captain's worried + +gaze. + + "I had a flash from the past," she explained, once more in + +control of her thoughts and her surroundings. "If it proves worthy + +of additional comment, I will advise you." + + The captain did not look convinced, but then a new bustle + +entered the scene. Guinan looked up to see Doctor Crusher arriving, + +two medical attendants with an anti-grav-stretcher in tow. + + "One minute, twenty-three seconds," Guinan said and forced + +another smile. "Your response time is to be commended, Doctor." + + "What happened?" Crusher demanded. + + "Guinan fainted," Riker announced. + + "I did no such thing," Guinan said calmly, decisively. The + +doctor, she saw, shared the captain's expression of the + +unconvinced. "I merely suffered a ... ah ... time-lapse," she + +explained. "I'm fine now, really." + + Crusher paid no mind. She was running her tricorder up and + +over Guinan's person. The doctor's expression said much for her + +concern, and her confusion. + + "Your readings will tell you nothing, Doctor," Guinan stated, + +and Crusher's worried gaze moved to Picard. Guinan caught the + +mystification that shone in the doctor's eyes and thought fast. "I + +am usually more alert, more prepared," she said and paused as all + +three senior officers looked her way. "Believe me," she went on, + +"what has just happened to me is not a rarity." She was lying. + +Never had she been summoned in such a way. Never had she even + +suspected. She needed solitude; desperately, immediately. "I am + +sorry for the anxiety I have caused," she said, "but believe me, + +everything is now tolerable." + + Guinan was well aware of the mysticism that surrounded her. In + +fact, she encouraged it. The less people knew of her background, + +the better. At the thought, she turned her unyielding gaze to + +Picard. He, above all others, knew and appreciated her obsession + +for privacy. + + Picard met her glance and held it. She sensed his questions, + +could, if she wanted to, read his thoughts. Instead she satisfied + +herself with the knowledge that he would accept her words - if the + +incident proved worthy of additional comment she would advise him. + +She mentally reinforced the sentiment. It took a moment, but Picard + +finally moved his eyes from hers to Crusher's. + + "Thank you, Doctor," he said politely, "but if Guinan says + +everything is okay, then we shall respect her wishes." + + Immediately, Guinan turned her gaze on the doctor. *If needed + +I will call on you* she mentally projected and Crusher's solicitous + +expression vanished. The doctor nodded, motioned for her attendants + +to follow and without another word turned and left the lounge. + + "Sit, Guinan," Picard said, holding out a chair for her. "I + +insist," he added when she did not immediately do as he requested. + + "Captain," she began but he ignored her, purposely sat, and + +stared pointedly at the waiting chair. Reluctantly, Guinan did as + +instructed. + + "Explain," the captain ordered, and it WAS an order. + + "I have said all I can," she stated resignedly, "and, if you + +have no objections," her hand fluttered to her brow, "I would like + +to retire to my quarters." + + Picard stared at her, long and hard. Again she projected. + +*There is nothing you can do to help.* Gradually acceptance entered + +the captain's gaze. + + "There is nothing I can do to help?" he questioned. + + "Nothing." + + "Then allow me to escort you to your quarters." He rose from + +his seat. + + "That will not be necessary, Jean-Luc," she declined, + +purposely slipping from propriety to informality as served her + +purpose, "but thank you." She rose gracefully from her chair before + +he could speak again and drifted from the lounge. + + ***** + + "Reveal yourself," Guinan commanded as soon as she entered her + +quarters. + + The transmutation began. From out of nothing a mist appeared + +and altered, became the more tangible essence of fog, dull yet at + +the same time brilliantly white. And still it compressed, expanded, + +coerced, enlarged. The power it emitted filled the room, bathing + +Guinan's face in alternate waves of hot and cold, blazing and + +frigid, fiery and frosty. + + Slowly, infinitely slow, it acquired a physique. For one + +fleeting moment she saw the face, nothing more than a skull of + +bones; empty black eye sockets, piercing and pierced, vital yet + +extinguished; dark hollows for the nose, breathing and + +unbreathable, animated yet inert; the gleam of the skull, infinite + +and finite, dead yet alive. Then an absolute blackness wrapped its + +inky wings around the shocking whiteness, became a hooded cape, + +shrouded the hideous features, flowed to the floor. All that was + +visible were the hands, like the face, only skeletal. + + The being bowed deeply, in reverence, and spoke, his voice + +saturated in an icy heat. "Your Divinity," he said humbly. + + Guinan accepted the tribute, as was her right, although it had + +been eons since she'd last heard it. He rose and she returned the + +honour. + + "You reign now," she said, bowing just as deeply as he, "your + +Eminence." + + They stared at each other, an infinite moment in time, and + +then he offered her his hands. She did not hesitate. His bony + +fingers were hard yet supple, cold yet warm. The bond was forged. + +She felt his anxiety, his unease, his trepidation; yet still a + +barrier remained. He was denying her the full strength of his + +emotions. + + "You are far from your realm, Supreme One," she said. "Your + +need must be great." + + "It is," came the answer. + + "Then sit," Guinan offered. "We shall talk." + + His hands fell from hers and he moved; agilely, pliantly, + +lithely. He seemed hardly to move at all. One moment he stood + +before her, the next he was seated on the couch. Guinan smiled. She + +still continued to make use of the walk of her immortal self. + +Rarely, however, did she get to see someone else move so + +gracefully. She glided to his side and sat, as poised and composed + +as he. Then, uncontrollably, she started to laugh. + + "You would scare the living daylights out of anyone on board + +this ship if they were to see you," she offered in way of + +explanation. + + "No one sees Death before his time." + + Guinan nodded, at once somber. It was so. "You come in the + +form of Death. There is a reason." + + "I am Death. I am Life. I am the essence of my People, all + +people, any people who believe in the powers of Good and Evil. My + +powers expand beyond the sphere of understanding." + + Again Guinan nodded. Again, it was so. "But why Death, now?" + +she questioned. + + "It is the cloak I wear most at this time." + + "What has happened?" + + "Evil dominates my world. I am incapable of stopping Him. I + +ask that you return. I plead with you. You never once bowed to His + +power. You alone can put Him in His place." + + Guinan's eyes fell shut. She had turned her back on all of + +that, what? two hundred years ago? She'd sought out the harmony of + +what had been considered the unknown universe, and had found it. + +She did not want to leave. But this request ... + + "Yes," Death uttered. "This request is made by me: your + +apprentice, your successor, your heir. You cannot refuse." + + "I cannot," Guinan agreed. + + "Then we must leave now," he stressed. "Time may be on the + +side of what is Good and right, but Time also bows to Evil." + + "There are arrangements to be made," Guinan said, her mind + +racing. "I cannot simply disappear." + + A moment, then, "I understand. If you had simply disappeared + +from our lives without warning, chaos would have reigned." He waved + +his arm. "Epoch intervenes," he announced, "on our behalf." + + "You were so confident I would return?" + + "You have no choice," Death answered, and she knew he was + +right. + + ***** + + "Come," Picard called out and the doors to his quarters + +opened. + + Guinan floated inside. How DID she move so fluidly? he + +wondered as he attempted to hide his surprise at her unexpected + +appearance. Picard could count on one hand the number of times + +Guinan had sought out his counsel and still have more fingers + +remaining than used. Something, he mused, must have come of her - + +what had she called it? - her flash from the past. She'd said she + +would advise him if the incident proved worthy of additional + +comment. + + "Have a seat, Guinan," he offered as he put down the book he'd + +been trying to read and rose respectfully from his seat. "How are + +you feeling, now?" + + Guinan sat. "I am as always," she answered, "but I have a + +request." + + Picard's thoughts gyrated. A request! This WAS a first, but + +then again firsts dominated this evening. First she had fainted, + +for lack of a better word. Then she had tried to suppress his + +concern, and that was a first. At least he believed it to be a + +first. She must have been desperate to have acted so; to purposely + +control his thoughts, his actions; but now that he'd experienced a + +touch of her omnipotent powers, he would be forever forewarned. + + "Why did you attempt to quell my consideration earlier?" he + +demanded, in no way hiding his offense. + + "It was necessary," she answered, not in the least intimidated + +by his question, his attitude, or the fact that she had done + +exactly as he'd stated. Picard realized he would receive no further + +apology. "I needed privacy," she went on, "and it was not within my + +power to answer your questions at that time." + + "And now?" + + "Now I must leave the ship." + + "What about my questions?" + + "They will have to wait." + + "But you WILL answer them, eventually?" + + "If I return." + + "If?!" + + "If," she said, and nothing more. + + Picard was not satisfied, with any of it: her cryptic + +behavior, her evasive answers, or her request. But what was he to + +do? She was the one person aboard Enterprise who was not + +answerable, directly or indirectly, to him. She was not a member of + +Starfleet, nor as far as he knew, were her people affiliated with + +the Federation. She was a friend, yes, but he realized suddenly and + +with far-reaching clarity, that the terms of their relationship + +were dictated by her. + + "I assume you will not explain your request either," he + +stated. + + "Perhaps 'request' was the wrong word," she answered as she + +rose to her feet. "I am leaving the Enterprise, Jean-Luc, + +immediately." + + "What?! Now?! How?" + + "There is no more time," she said by way of answer and started + +for the door, "and I have my ways, my friend." The doors slid open. + +"May we one day meet again," she added and was gone, the doors + +closing soundlessly behind her. + + "She leaves as mysteriously as she came," Picard said aloud + +and wondered if they WOULD ever meet again. + + ***** + + "I am ready," Guinan said as soon as the doors to Picard's + +quarters closed. + + "Take my hand," Death directed. + + Guinan did so and immediately vanished to all but her + +undefinable companion. Together they walked, back through the walls + +of Picard's quarters, onward through the hull of the starship and + +into the black vacuum of space. Guinan watched Enterprise disappear + +in a streak of warp propulsion and then looked down. They were + +suspended in deep space. The stars shone all around them with + +preternatural clarity. She did not question the logic or illogic of + +what was happening. She simply accepted. + + "We go," Death uttered, and they did so. + + They did not move, as such. Guinan still stood unmoving at + +Death's side, still held his hand, while the universe churned + +around them. Individual stars seemed to wax and wane, some becoming + +brighter, some dimmer, all moving with a speed that was impossible. + +And, of course, it WAS impossible, except for the immortal; and + +she, like Death, had been touched by immorality. Many times had she + +travelled as such through the naked universe, both forward and + +backward in time. Many times had she come just to watch the majesty + +that was the expanding universe. + + But today she travelled back to her destiny, toward a battle + +with Evil. She should prepare, she thought, but one could never + +correctly anticipate what guise Evil would next assume. Still, she + +strove to attain the inner peace she knew she would need as she + +watched the stars, the galaxies, the very universe flash + +phenomenally and silently by. + + Then she saw it, instantly recognized it, the galaxy she had + +once called home. A ribbon of stars, its galactic center glowing + +brightly, sprayed out in the distance like a welcome mat. She felt + +her pride swell. This was not the galaxy of her homeworld, yet she + +felt a bond with this cluster of stars that went beyond what one + +felt for one's birthplace. This was a galaxy untouched by outside + +forces, a galaxy ruled as much by magic as by science, a galaxy she + +once had dominated. + + One star eclipsed all others. It glowed the strongest, shone + +the brightest, and was the pivotal essence of thirteen planets. + +Their destination: the central and seventh planet, Regulus. It was + +the heart of this galaxy, the soul of this galaxy, the master of + +this galaxy. No sooner had she thought it, then she saw it. They + +had arrived. + + TO BE CONTINUED ... + +Holmyard out + +Stardate: 9107.31 + +TSAO! +#### +-- +"It's a matter of intelligence so your opinion is irrelevant." Q + +ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Q Holmyard) + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!utnut!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!ar153 +From: ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Holmyard) +Subject: Deliver Us From Evil - Part II +Message-ID: +Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada +Date: Fri, 21 Oct 1994 15:37:17 GMT +Lines: 852 + + +Copyrighted 1991 by Bonnie Holmyard + + Deliver Us From Evil + + Part II + +QUOTE: "Don't let us make imaginary Evils when we know we have + + so many real ones to encounter." Oliver Goldsmith, The + + Good-Natured Man. + + ***** + + His angelic smile unveiled the instant He knew of her arrival, + +and He DID know instantly. He had sensed the power of her presence + +the moment she'd entered the galaxy. Somehow He restrained Himself. + +He fought the need to reach out to her, to caress her, to grasp + +tightly to that which had once been His, and, He was not one known + +for suppressing His desires. Still, for her He could wait. Time was + +but an illusion, and He, He was the Master of Lies and Illusions. + + He laughed at the certainty of that thought and by so doing + +set free a blasphemous maelstrom, fiendish and unnerving. It echoed + +through the lonely abyss of His lair, sent shudders of revulsion + +throughout His kingdom and reached outward and upward to those + +innocents beyond. All intuitively shrank at His touch, + +unconsciously accepting His presence while consciously purging all + +thought of Him from their minds. He was more than just aware of the + +reaction. He thrived on it. His smile returned, now diabolically + +angelic. + + Oh yes, He could wait. She had come, just as He knew she + +would, and this time she would NOT be leaving. Now all He needed He + +could take from her mind. And with one blink of His dark and + +destitute eyes, He did so, unerringly. + + ***** + + "And you say she just disappeared?" + + "Yes and no, Number One." Picard and his first officer sat + +side by side in their respective seats in the command well of + +Enterprise's bridge. The captain turned slightly to include the + +counselor in the conversation before continuing. "She did advise me + +she was leaving, and she's no longer on board, but she didn't use + +any of the ship's facilities to depart." + + "So how did she leave?" Troi asked. + + "She DOES have her ways." + + Riker was not satisfied. "Are you purposely being evasive, + +Captain, or is it that you yourself do not know?" + + Before Picard could answer Worf's deep voice intruded. + +"Incoming transmission, sir," the Klingon announced from his + +station. "Captain Saetik of the USS Bonaventure standing by." + + "I thought Bonaventure was still under construction," Riker + +commented aloud. + + "She's obviously been launched," Picard said. "Open a channel, + +Lieutenant." + + In seconds the main viewing screen was filled with a scene not + +unlike the one surrounding Picard. Bonaventure was another Galaxy + +class starship, one of the first to be commissioned since the Borg + +disaster. However, seated in the command well on the screen was the + +only officer to be seen on Bonaventure's bridge. Captain Saetik was + +surrounding by Starfleet cadets. + + Riker's eyebrows shot up like twin exclamation marks. Picard + +caught the movement from the corner of his eye as he tried to hide + +his own astonishment. What was Bonaventure doing this deep in space + +with a bridge full of cadets? Cadet training runs were, by + +regulation, performed in a space-seasoned vessel, never this far + +from Starfleet Command, and never without experienced officers + +aboard. "Captain," he began but Saetik cut him off. + + "Picard," he said abruptly. "You will bring Enterprise out of + +warp and have your transporter chief stand by." + + "On whose order?" + + Saetik's gaze shifted nervously off screen. When he next + +acknowledged Picard it was to speak only two words, "Commander + +Starfleet." + + Picard hesitated the briefest of moments. To say this + +situation was unorthodox was a definite understatement, but... + +"Make it so," he commanded. Instantly his orders were heeded. + + Saetik was again looking off screen. Then he was expelling a + +sigh of relief that could almost be felt on Enterprise's bridge. + +His eyes fastened back on Picard. "Excuse my bluntness, Captain," + +he said, "but the admiral is already on his way to our transporter + +room and I'd advise you to be in yours when he arrives." + + "What's this all about, Saetik?" Picard questioned. + + "You are wasting precious time, Picard," Saetik snapped and + +the transmission was ended. + + "Well!" Riker exclaimed. + + "Sir," Troi interjected, "he's suffering from excessive + +stress, and, I would surmise he has just transferred the source of + +his anxiety into your capable hands." + + ***** + + "He is gone," Guinan stated assuredly. She and Death were, for + +lack of a better word, 'orbiting' Regulus. Over half the planet was + +cloaked in darkness, and not the natural darkness of a planet's + +nightside. Night's terminus was obliterated by an inky blackness + +that radiated the putrid corruption of Evil's malodorous presence. + + "How can you say He is gone when such evidence of His + +proximity screams at you?" Death demanded. + + "I do not deny He has been here," Guinan contended, "but He is + +now gone." + + "Where?" + + She met the tenebrous emptiness of Death's gaze without + +grimace. "This I do not know," she admitted, "and it troubles me." + + Death stared at her. Nothing in his skeletal expression moved + +as he spoke. "You once told me it was senseless to worry about + +things beyond one's control," he said pithy. "I have acted on that + +advice time and time again, and, in this instance, find it worthy + +of recall. I suggest we take advantage of His absence to eradicate + +His contamination of Regulus." + + Guinan smiled. "Wisdom becomes you, my son," she said. "Shall + +we begin?" + + It could be said that a skeleton cannot smile, but there was + +no denying the smile that stamped itself on Death's features at + +Guinan's words of praise. "We begin," he answered and together they + +directed the cleansing power of their immortality at the planet. + + ***** + + "Admiral Blasberg," Picard said as soon as the Commander + +Starfleet materialized. "Welcome aboard the Enterprise." + + Blasberg stepped down from the transporter platform. "Under + +Article 47 of the Federation Articles," he began without preamble, + +"I hereby commission the Enterprise as the designated residence of + +a Military Staff Committee." + + Picard did nothing to conceal his astonishment. "There is a + +crisis?" + + Blasberg ignored the question. "You, Captain, shall escort me + +to my quarters where I shall brief you. Commander Riker," his hazel + +eyes captured the blue of the first officer's, "Yellow Alert status + +will be maintained throughout my stay aboard this flagship, and, no + +outside communications will be established without my prior + +consent." His eyes flickered back to Picard. "That IS a command + +order, understood gentlemen?" + + Picard nodded. Riker answered promptly. "Aye, sir." + + "Then, Number One," Blasberg asserted, "I suggest you return + +to the bridge and set course for Epsilon Eridani IV. Once there you + +will establish standard orbit and contact me before opening + +communications with Vulcan Space Control." + + "Aye, sir," Riker again acknowledged. He met Picard's + +bewildered gaze before turning to the honour guard who stood at + +attention. "Honour guard, dismissed," he stated. The six security + +guards responded instantly and Riker matched his step to theirs as + +they marched from the transporter room. + + Blasberg's disquiet gaze moved swiftly to Picard. "I'm + +waiting, Captain," he announced impatiently. + + Picard's composure did not slip further. "This way, Admiral," + +he said and led the Commander Starfleet out of the transporter room + +and toward the ship's visiting officer quarters. + + ***** + + "Epoch," Guinan acknowledged the timeless being who bowed + +before her. "I thank you for interceding on our behalf." + + Epoch rose to tower over Guinan. Tall, thin and gaunt, Epoch + +was the embodiment of time. "Time serves no master," the mystical + +being responded. "However, I am glad my services benefited your + +purposes." + + Guinan smiled, nodded and turned to the immortal who + +supervised the advancement of science. "You have been outwitted + +again, Sciolist," she said not unkindly. + + Sciolist bowed. In direct contrast to Epoch, Sciolist was + +short, plump and fleshy. "Evil is unstoppable, your Eminence," he + +said as he rose. "This cannot be denied." + + The beauty of the trio stepped forward. Medium height, petite + +in build and curved in all the right places, the Sorceress was the + +enchanted being responsible for the development of magic within + +Regulus's galaxy. "I foresaw this happening," she announced as she + +too bowed, "and warned your heir." She tossed the long golden hair + +from her eyes and stared at the immortal in question. "You see how + +he has not yet changed," she spoke the words no other had dared to + +utter. "He still wears the cloak of Death! If you had truly + +eradicated Evil's presence from Regulus he should reflect that + +cleansing. He should now be the Supreme One, the incarnate of + +Life!" Her eyes shifted back to Guinan. "You may have momentarily + +eradicated His presence, but I predict we have yet to face His + +greatest hour. And, your heir's appearance only confirms that + +fact." + + "You speak the truth," Guinan acceded. "He wanted me to + +return, but left when I arrived. Can you foresee why, where He has + +gone?" + + The governing body of Regulus had gathered on Mount Peerless + +upon Guinan's arrival. All had thrilled at hers and her heir's + +elimination of Evil's presence on Regulus, that is until they saw + +the Supreme One was still cloaked in Death. + + "I see only what He wants me to see," Sorceress admitted + +sadly. "He has grown in strength since your departure, Your + +Eminence. Like Sciolist says, He is now unstoppable." + + "That I cannot believe," Guinan asserted, "nor should you + +allow yourselves to believe it. Your faith in His powers only adds + +to His power. Your faith should unquestionably lie with the Supreme + +One." + + All looked toward the mystical apparition who was + +simultaneously Death and Life in their galaxy, the Supreme One. If + +Guinan could sense the council's scepticism, what could he sense? + +No wonder he had sought her out. She directed her boundless faith + +and unending love at him and for an instant saw the beauty beneath + +his mask of bone. + + "Focus on him," she commanded the others. "Bathe him in the + +love and devotion that is his due, and see the change." She felt + +the energy of their purpose and smiled at the results. The black of + +his robe was slowly turning grey. "Concentrate," she whispered and + +his skeletal features wavered. "His is the power." Piercing blue + +eyes now shone from the empty sockets. "He is goodness, virtue, + +purity." Dark skin unfolded, moulded to his features, his hands, + +his feet. "He is splendour." Black hair adorned his scalp. "See his + +beauty." His gown now glowed a brilliant white. "Feel his + +radiance." His smile was even more radiant than his clothing. "He + +IS the Supreme One." And he was Death no longer. Life stood before + +them, radiating vitality. Guinan bowed deeply and the assembly + +followed suit. + + "Half the battle is won," he spoke, and the icy heat was gone + +from his voice. Now it was music, the most wonderful music Guinan + +had ever heard. + + ***** + + Picard stared at the man before him not even trying to conceal + +his dissatisfaction. "With all due respect, Admiral, one could + +hardly define what you have just related as a 'briefing'. It + +amounts to nothing more than an itinerary of rendezvous points, and + +the order in which you demand Enterprise arrive at those points is + +far from expedient." + + "Are you questioning my orders, Captain?" + + "No, sir. I merely point out that a more efficient course + +plotting does exist." + + "I am well aware of the map of the galaxy, Picard, and you ARE + +questioning my orders," pause, "Captain." + + Picard recognized the unspoken reprimand and felt what little + +hair he had on his head bristle at the condescension of the + +admiral's tone. He did not like, appreciate nor feel deserving of + +such treatment. "But what of the crisis?" he forced himself to ask. + +"You have said nothing of the emergency that has brought you aboard + +Enterprise." + + "And I won't until I'm ready," Blasberg all but snarled. "For + +now I suggest you trot off to your bridge and instigate the course + +I have ordered." + + Fearing that if spoke now he would be accused, and rightly so, + +of open insubordination, Picard merely nodded and turned to leave. + +Before he was out the door the admiral spoke again. + + "And Picard, I am NOT to be disturbed for any reason until we + +arrive at Eri IV. Understood?" + + "Understood, sir." + + ***** + + Guinan slept, a restless sleep haunted by images of Him. Why + +had He provoked the havoc she had witnessed upon her arrival? She + +knew it was His immortal duty to propagate Evil in this galaxy. He + +WAS Evil. But the vestiges of His presence she and the Supreme One + +had aborted had been just that, vestiges of Evil. If He had wanted + +He could have permanently stamped Regulus in Evil, but He had not. + +He had halted His onslaught at a point where her successor could + +not reverse the situation on his own. Why? Because He wanted her to + +return. And she, she had done exactly as He wanted. + + That His powers had strengthened with the passage of time was + +irrefutable. So why hadn't her successor's powers grown + +proportionately? Instantly she knew why, because he had been forced + +to take the position before his time. And that was her doing. She + +should not have left when she did. And that was Evil's doing. He + +WAS unstoppable. So why had He left upon her arrival, and more + +importantly, where was He now? + + "I am with you always, My Beloved." + + Guinan moaned in her sleep as He appeared in her dream. He was + +as handsome as ever, more so. His dark features were perfection. + +The deep glitter of His cold black eyes, hypnotic. The steady + +vitality of His essence, irresistible. The smile that lit his face + +animated His flawless features into the angelic. + + "I am an angel," He said in response to her thoughts, "a dark + +angel, your angel." He laughed as He closed the distance between + +them, a laugh that sent shivers of passion through Guinan's being. + +Then He was standing before her, drawing her into the heat of His + +embrace. Guinan melted in His arms, turned her lips to His and He + +did not deny her. The desire His kiss ignited was as potent as it + +was repugnant, but Guinan could not deny the enchantment of His + +touch. He was her one true mate. + + "Yes," His alluring voice murmured in her mind as the + +seduction of His kiss continued. "I am yours and you are Mine, for + +time eternal." Guinan fought for control. "No," He breathed through + +her soul. "Do not fight the desire. Allow it to consume Us both. + +You have denied Me far too long." + + And Guinan surrendered. + + ***** + + "This is damn irregular!" Riker said hotly as he paced back + +and forth in front of Picard. "He arrives here alone, no entourage, + +via a newly commissioned starship manned by cadets, and starts + +issuing orders, with no explanation..." + + "He IS Commander Starfleet," Picard interrupted, "newly + +promoted or no. We may not appreciate his methods, but it is his + +right and his duty to evoke Federation Article 47, or any other, in + +any way he chooses." + + "The appointment of a Military Staff Committee," Riker quoted + +the Article in question, "whose purpose is to advise and assist the + +Federation Council on all matters relating to the military + +requirements for maintaining interplanetary peace and security. + +What crisis has precipitated such an appointment?" + + "That I cannot answer, Will, as he did not give me an answer. + +We must be content to follow orders." Picard's gaze shifted toward + +the Ops station. "Mister Data, what is our scheduled arrival time + +at Vulcan?" + + "Six hours at present speed, sir." + + "Maybe we'll learn more then," Riker speculated. + + "I sincerely hope so, Will," Picard said, yet for all his + +aspirations he knew he would be briefed as to the crisis details + +when the Commander Starfleet saw fit, and not before. + + ***** + + Satisfaction... was there ever a more inept description of the + +sensations that bombarded Guinan's essence? She had forgotten the + +ecstasy, the absolute delirium of His touch. + + "We are connected in touch, united in mind," He whispered as + +He stretched luxuriously at her side, "and each is stronger because + +of the union. You will stay." + + "I cannot." + + His dark eyes flashed. "But you WILL. You are My mate and I + +demand it of you." + + Guinan felt her rapture dissolve. "I left before because of + +your endless demands." + + "Don't force Me to use the malignancy of My touch on you, My + +Beloved," He cautioned. + + "You forget, my Evil One, we are equals. Your powers do not + +exceed my own." + + In one quick movement He was on His feet, and in that instant + +He was magically transformed. He stood before her in a flowing gown + +of ebony. Guinan responded in like manner, her gown the opposite of + +His. Forever opposites. + + "Opposites attract, my Devout One," he taunted, "and it's you + +who forget. You no longer reign. Our son now holds that position, + +and the ultimate power. I do and CAN overpower you." + + The calm before the storm had ended. The battle had begun. + + "Our son sides with me," Guinan stated righteously. "Together + +we can and WILL overpower you." + + His eyes glittered as He glared at her. A snarl marred His + +perfect mouth. "But he's not here now, my Pious One, and I am in + +two places at once." His snarl became a smile and this time there + +was nothing angelic about it. He pointed to the bed they had just + +arisen from. "Turn and behold," he commanded. + + Guinan did not. She could not now bow to His authority. + + "Look!" he roared. "You are there, asleep. I am in your mind, + +in your dreams. I already control you." + + NO! But even as she silently screamed her denial she knew what + +He said was true. She HAD been asleep when He came to her. Her head + +turned slowly, her eyes on His until the last possible moment, and + +when she saw what He wanted her to see, she was defeated. Instantly + +she was back in her sleeping body, but He was still with her. His + +ethereal laughter washed over her. + + "You WILL stay," He repeated maliciously. "You will sleep the + +sleep of the immortal, forever at My mercy. You are Mine." + + Guinan fought the panic that struck at her being. Panicking + +would serve nothing but Him. But He had said something... what? + +Remember! Concentrate! Meanwhile His taunting went on. + + "You knew when you returned it was to face your destiny. I am + +that destiny. Even We immortals follow a path that is, and always + +has been, marked out for Us. Your path and My path is, and always + +has been, the same path. You knew that the moment We met, eons ago. + +You did not just consent to be My mate, you wanted Me. You still + +want Me. I have just proven that and you cannot deny it. There is + +nowhere you can hide from Me." + + 'I am in two places at once'! That was it! That's what He'd + +said. And, if He were in two places at once His power would be + +divided. She could fight Him. + + His laughter again. "Fight me! Aren't you the least bit + +interested in where else I am?" Without warning a maze opened in + +Guinan's mind, a labyrinth of mirrors. Every which way she looked + +she saw her own sleeping image. "Behold," Evil chanted, "space, the + +final frontier." The mirrors now magically reflected such a space, + +billions of stars, galaxies unending, universe on top of universe, + +countless dimensions. "But what have we here?" Through the + +starscape glided the Enterprise. + + NO! she again silently screamed and this time the shriek was + +bounced off the walls of the maze and echoed back at her. + + "And what have we here?" + + The derision of His tone was infuriating but the power that + +was His was reality itself. A tunnel vision started, cut through + +the hull of the starship and went careening down the ship's + +corridors. Through areas she once had walked in peace she was now + +unmercifully yanked. Then came the nauseating halt - visiting + +officers' quarters. + + "Come in, Guinan." + + It was Evil's voice that sounded from within. Evil's voice + +that called the name she used in that other life. Evil's voice that + +prompted the doors to open and Evil's power that dragged her + +inside. The doors closed behind her as in front of her a chair + +swivelled to face her. And in that chair sat a Starfleet admiral, + +an admiral lost in the inescapable grip of Evil's perverted grasp. + +It was His eyes that glittered at her from within that admiral's + +face. His laughter that emitted from that admiral's lips. His voice + +that spoke. + + "Meet Admiral Daniel Christopher Blasberg Junior, my Righteous + +One," the admiral's mouth moved. "Shake hands with the new + +Commander Starfleet." + + *NO!* she silently screamed, now mindless of the ear-piercing + +reverberations. *You will leave him!* + + "Not until I'm ready," Evil jeered in her mind as again the + +admiral voiced the words. The effect was grotesque, unnatural, + +eerie. Guinan shuddered in revulsion. The taunting went on. "There + +is no need for Me to tell you I control this pitiful creature, just + +as there is no need for me to tell you he controls this ship and + +all ships like it. But I do tell you this, My Beloved. I tell you + +to stress My point, My power. Still, he is not your weakness." + + And again Guinan was entangled in the labyrinth of her mind. + +"This one is your weakness," Evil's voice cut through her + +consciousness, "this one!" And abruptly the mirrors reflected the + +image of Picard. Now it was the captain's eyes that glittered with + +Evil's presence, his mouth that spoke in Evil's haunting voice. + + "You have given Me My greatest weapon against you, my Precious + +One, and I WILL use it. I will destroy this one and all like him if + +you do not stay with Me." + + *NO!* She felt the tears that stung her eyes and could not + +speak for the tightness of her throat, but she needed no voice to + +be heard. *If You destroy them You destroy Your power over me,* she + +challenged. + + "But I now know of their existence, My Beloved." His voice + +came from everywhere, vibrating in her mind. "I now know all there + +is to know about their puny quadrant of the universe." His eerie + +laughter rolled over her again. "I like that word 'quadrant'." His + +mirth was undeniable. "Just the thought of all the quadrants that + +have never felt My presence, the thought of the Evil I can visit + +upon each and every mortal of each and every one of those + +quadrants, is enough to fill My life with purpose for eons to + +come." + + Guinan was horror-struck. She needed no magical mirrors to + +show her the devastation he spoke of, she could see it all in + +perfect, horrific detail in her mind. But the mirrors did reveal + +all that her mind depicted. The upheaval besieged her from within + +and without, and through it all Evil spoke. + + "And you have given Me this, My Beloved. You have placed all + +this within My grasp." His laughter again. "I have learned much. Do + +not doubt Me in that. And do not doubt Me when I say I can reveal + +to all mortals Evils the likes of which they have never dreamed of + +in their worst nightmares. Because I AM their worst nightmare, My + +Beloved. I am Evil, and I am unstoppable." + + *I WILL stop you!* + + His laughter became riotous. "You?! You think you can match or + +overpower Me! Think again, My imprisoned one!" + + And yet again the image in Guinan's mind changed. Now the maze + +reflected space again, and the starship. "Three," Evil called out, + +"... two ... one!" + + Enterprise exploded. + + TO BE CONTINUED + +Stardate 9112.24 + +Ho! Ho! Ho! And Merry Christmas! + +Holmyard out. + +TSAO! +-- +"It's a matter of intelligence so your opinion is irrelevant." Q + +ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Q Holmyard) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!utnut!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!ar153 +From: ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Holmyard) +Subject: Deliver Us From Evil - Part III (end) +Message-ID: +Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada +Date: Fri, 21 Oct 1994 15:39:46 GMT +Lines: 716 + + +Copyrighted 1992 by Bonnie Holmyard + + Deliver Us From Evil + + Part III + +QUOTE: "Immorality lies not in the things you leave behind, but + + in the people that your life has touched." Author Unknown + + ***** + + "Bridge to Admiral Blasberg." + + The Commander Starfleet fought a battle he could not win. In + +spite of that knowledge, or rather because of it, he fought on. One + +minute he'd been heading home after a long but productive day at + +the office, and the next... the next he'd found himself sitting at + +the controls of a shuttlecraft! + + First had come disorientation. What was he doing here? How had + +he come to be here? Why was he here? Was he losing his mind? Then + +had come the terror, an emotion Blasberg had never truly felt + +before, still, he recognized the sensation immediately. Something + +alien was forging through his brain. He could feel its malignant + +touch, like rusty pinpoints, pricking here, piercing there, + +stealing information it had no right to know. He wasn't losing his + +mind. Something was taking it! + + Like on in a nightmare Blasberg watched himself move - from + +Earth to starbase to Bonaventure to Enterprise; issue orders - from + +all but commandeering Bonaventure to the outright expropriation of + +Enterprise; taking steps toward - he knew not what but through it + +all he fought the intrusion, tried desperately to make someone out + +there realize it was not the Commander-in-Chief they were + +responding to. Nothing worked. + + "Blasberg here." + + "We have arrived at Eri IV, sir," Picard's voice informed him, + +"and are being hailed by Vulcan Space Control." + + "Transfer the communication to my quarters and stand by." + + "Yes, sir." + + Blasberg heard the animosity in Picard's voice and felt his + +lips curl into a sadistic smirk. What do you want of us? he + +demanded again, but as usual he received no reply. + + ***** + + "Are you watching? Do you feel his terror?" + + Guinan shuddered. She saw. She felt. + + "Will you stay?" + + "No!" + + "Then watch this!" + + ***** + + The hair on the back of Worf's neck suddenly stood on end. + +Someone was behind him. Someone who shouldn't be there. He swirled, + +innately on the defensive, to find... nothing, no one! His dark + +eyes scanned the bridge. Nothing seemed out of place but he HAD + +sensed something and Worf did NOT scoff at Klingon instincts. + + "Captain," he began but in that instant the counsellor was on + +her feet, her hands clutching her head, and she shrieking. + +Depravity had its toxic claws clapped deep within her mind. + + Data responded with the speed of an android, faster than the + +Human eye could discern. *NOTHING IS AMISS!* The words were slammed + +into his positronic brain with irrefutable force. With calm + +detachment he turned and once again manned his station. + + Through the inhibiting shriek of terror that attacked her, + +Troi saw Riker leap to her aid but at the movement he transformed. + +He became some serpentine alien, his skin exfoliating into green + +flaky scales, his tongue, now long and forked, flickered outward, + +ominously, toward her. + + Worf felt a hand land on his shoulder, tighten into an + +excruciating grip and spin him around to face... himself! Instantly + +the image ploughed him in the face. + + Troi screamed all the more at the Riker-creature's rapid + +advance. She tried frantically to back away from him/it, but the + +talons of its hands captured her, pulled her close. The slimy + +tongue made contact and a flare of poisonous venom sliced through + +her sensibility. + + "CAPTAIN!" Riker roared just as Worf roared. The Klingon's + +yowl nullified all other sound as he sprang to his feet and charged + +himself. His every move was anticipated and countered. + + "CAPTAIN!" Riker yelled again. + + Picard turned slowly. Riker almost dropped Troi as the + +captain's eyes met his own. Contempt rushed from the unnatural + +redness of Picard's gaze to cut deep into the first officer's soul. + + *You WORTHLESS creature!* + + Stunned, Riker could only stare in disbelief as Picard + +snarled, his top lip almost reaching his nose in its obscenity. + +Then his deviant gaze moved upward, to Worf, and a surge of relief + +surged through Riker. Somehow he found the strength to fight for + +control. He knew not what was happening, but something was invading + +the bridge, something that had control over the captain, something + +that was right now focusing on Worf. + + "Data!" Riker yelled. + + No response. + + "Laren!" + + No response. No help. The rest of the bridge crew were + +oblivious to the invasion. All manned their stations as if nothing + +out of the normal was happening. + + Riker lowered Troi to her seat, vaulted the arc and started to + +race up the ramp. At least that had been his intention. One step + +and his feet just wouldn't move further. And the sluggishness was + +seeping up his legs, grasping at his stomach, tightening painfully, + +onward to his upper torso, his neck, head and finally the explosion + +into his brain. Numbness swept through his body. Still he felt the + +heaviness in his hand, was able to look down, saw the phaser, saw + +its setting: 'kill', saw the phaser aim, saw his thumb depress, saw + +phaser fire dance over the identical Klingons, saw them both + +promptly disintegrate. + + *Commander William Thomas Riker,* a voice boomed from + +everywhere, *for your treacherous actions in taking the life of a + +fellow Starfleet officer you are hereby stripped of your rank, + +summarily and dishonorably discharged from Starfleet, your name and + +record to be irrevocably wiped from all Federation records.* + + Riker turned the phaser on himself. + + "Scalpel," Crusher ordered and a laser scalpel was slapped + +into her open palm. A flick of the switch and the instrument hummed + +to life. The hum increased, and increased more, its vibration + +causing her hand to shake. A part of her screamed at herself to + +stop but the scalpel moved steadily yet shakily into position, + +directly over her patient's heart. + + "MOM!" + + Crusher's eyes flew to that patient. "Wesley?" she questioned + +just as he began to shriek. Her eyes shot back to her hand. The + +laser was burning its way through her son's chest, his heart and + +onward through the table he lay upon. Her wail of terror drowned + +out the last gurgling breath of young Wesley Crusher. + + O'Brien watched Keiko mount the transporter platform with the + +precious bundle of their infant daughter in her arms. "I'll join + +you soon," he said and Keiko smiled. + + "We'll be waiting." + + O'Brien spread his fingers wide, expertly running them down + +over the transporter controls. Simultaneously he watched as the + +beam took his wife and child away. Then, and only then, did he + +check the setting. The coordinates were set for deep space! + + To LaForge's ears came the ominous sound of an uncalled-for + +increase in the ship's throbbing engines. + + "Engineering to bridge," he shouted, but if an answer came he + +did not hear it. The engines were now reverberating at a deafening + +speed, screaming in torture with destructive vibrations. His VISOR- + +covered eyes watched in disbelief as a crack tore its way through + +the protective forcefield that shielded engineering, and the rest + +of the ship, from the deadly radioactive combination of matter and + +anti-matter. This cannot be happening, was LaForge's last thought + +as he was hit by a blast that fried his sensitive skin instantly. + + "Three... two... one!" + + Enterprise exploded. + + The mirror maze of Guinan's mind played each image over and + +over and over and over again. She saw each personal crisis, felt + +each blast of terror, lived each devastating destruction. And + +through it all she heard Evil's malefic laughter. + + ***** + + "He controls her," the Sorceress said resignedly, "has taken + +her thoughts, her memories and uses them to keep her captive." + + The governing body of Regulus were gathered solemnly around + +the bed upon which their previous ruler slept. Each of them had + +felt Evil's return. Each had immediately sought out the other. All + +had been drawn to Guinan's bedchamber. All now turned to the + +Supreme One for guidance. + + "Join hands," he said as he took one of Guinan's. "We journey + +to that realm that lies between reality and fantasy." + + "He can find us there," the Sorceress cautioned. + + "But it will take Him time," the Supreme One said, his gaze + +moving purposely from hers to Epoch's, "time we shall not allow + +Him." The timeless one nodded and the Supreme One looked back at + +his mother. "And she is there," he said with conviction. "It is the + +one true domain that has always been hers to control. She will + +resist His advent." + + His logic was irrefutable. In silence the circle was formed, + +hand to hand to hand. The bond was forged. "Close your eyes," the + +Supreme One commanded, "and experience." + + ***** + + The hair on the back of Worf's neck suddenly stood on end. + +Someone was behind him. Someone who shouldn't be there. He swirled, + +innately on the defensive, and for one split second saw five + +shimmering beings. + + "Cap..." + + "He is here and not here," the Supreme One asserted and + +pointed. "That one contains His essence but His vessel is + +elsewhere." + + "Seven levels below us," the Sorceress confirmed. + + "Take him," the Supreme One ordered. + + The split second ended. Another one started. + + "...tain!" + + Picard was no longer present. + + The immortals shimmered onto the material plane with one + +unresisting Human in tow. "That one is the vessel," the Supreme One + +said, indicating another Human, this one apparently catatonic. + +"Circle him." + + It was done. + + "Epoch, time must stand still." + + "He will know." + + "We have no choice," Sciolist argued. "If we break the circle + +in this realm our bond is lost." + + Epoch nodded and time became the illusion it was. Only the + +immortal could move, think or function. + + "He knows," the Sorceress announced, but in the time it took + +her to utter the words, hands were released, others captured. Once + +more the circle was endless. + + "We go," the Supreme One uttered, and they do so. + + The split second ended. Another one started. + + The counsellor was on her feet, her hands clutching her head, + +and she shrieking. Depravity had its toxic claws clapped deep + +within her mind. + + Data responded with the speed of an android, faster than the + +Human eye could discern. The orbs that were his optical units + +glowed with a pagan redness. + + "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He bellowed. + + ***** + + A pristine effusion swept through Blasberg's being... a + +bountiful purity... a savoured propensity... a welcomed awakening. + +He was himself once more. Then disorientation attacked, again! + +Where was he this time? Who were these people? Had he truly + +experienced all that he recalled? + + Simultaneously, the same pristine effusion swept through + +Picard... purity... propensity... awakening. He was himself once + +more, and when disorientation stuck, his eyes were focused on + +Guinan, a known if anonymous ally. + + "DO NOT release the hands that hold you!" + + Picard's grip tightened instinctively, his gaze moving from + +the unconscious Guinan to the one who had issued the order. "What's + +going on?" he demanded. + + "I am the son of the one you know as Guinan," the being + +answered. "It was I who called her away." + + "What's wrong with her?" + + "Evil controls her." + + Blasberg shuddered. A name, no matter how archaic, how absurd, + +how unthinkable, had been given his attacker. He needed no further + +exegesis. But Picard, Picard experienced a sharp return to a memory + +he cared not to recall - the gut retching terror, the forced + +acquisition, and worse still, the total indifference - and + +shuddered. + + "Your newfound enemy is our ancient foe," the Supreme One went + +on, not oblivious to the Humans' reaction. He had, in fact, counted + +on it. It explained far better than words just who the enemy was. + +"We cannot destroy Him, nothing can, but He can be defeated." + + "What does He want of us?" Blasberg asked. + + The Supreme One's gaze turned tenderly to his mother. "His + +mate." + + "You mean Guinan?!" Picard asked in utter astonishment. + + "We have no time for a history lesson, gentlemen," the Supreme + +One said. "Evil knows we have taken you. He will fight us for your + +return." + + "Why?" Blasberg demanded. + + "You sir, were/are Evil's vessel in your realm," the Supreme + +One explained, "and you sir," he turned to Picard, "were/are His + +enforcer. Can you offer any explanation for His choice." + + Blasberg answered immediately. "I am the Commander-in-Chief of + +Starfleet, which I assure you is a position of considerable power." + + "And I command Starfleet's flagship, the vessel your mother + +now calls home." + + "You are her friend?" + + "I am." + + The Supreme One nodded. "Then you are her weakness," he turned + +back to Blasberg, "and you are His power. He attacks you, uses you, + +to make her bend to His will, but she resists. Right now he + +controls her through illusions but He can just as easily make those + +illusions reality." + + "His illusions are already too real for my liking," Picard + +felt compelled to say. + + "Amen to that," Blasberg agreed. "So what are we to do?" + + "You must put your faith, your very lives, in my hands," the + +Supreme One stated. "Can you do that?" + + "At least you asked," Blasberg said tightly. "That's a + +consideration Evil did not employ." + + "Time reaches the point of no return," Epoch announced. + + "Are we agreed then?" the Supreme One appealed. + + Blasberg and Picard met eyes. "We are," they said as one. + + "Each of you must once more bend to His control." Blasberg + +couldn't help but shudder at the immortal's words, as did Picard. + +"This time, however, we shall be with you. This He must not learn + +so fight His approach, otherwise..." + + "Now!" Epoch said and time, space and reality wavered. + + A Galaxy class, Enterprise, deck seven, visiting officers' + +quarters. Blasberg took immediate note of his new surroundings. + +Then his eyes captured the equanimity of the captain's steady gaze. + + Picard took a deep breath. Outwardly he may look calm, it was + +an expression he'd had many years to cultivate, but inwardly... HOW + +did one fight Evil?! + + "I am His power," Blasberg said. "It will be me He must first + +attack to gain back that power. Try to..." + + A blast of depraved debauchery exploded into the room, + +efficiently halting the admiral's instructions. Furnishings went + +flying. Human emotions were enslaved. Superiority had arrived. + + *YOU ARE MINE!* a voice bellowed out of nowhere, everywhere! + + "No more!" Blasberg shouted in return. + + Nihilistic laughter flogged the two Starfleet officers, terror + +its intimidating creator. *YOU WORTHLESS CREATURES!* + + Picard collapsed. He was the weakness, Blasberg thought, I am + +the power. I am the power. I am the power. The words became a + +litany, playing over and over again in his mind as his eyes + +searched, here, there, everywhere. There was no corporeal entity to + +contest. "I am apparently worthy enough for you presence!" he + +shouted. + + Without warning he was slammed into a wall, his invisible + +assailant flushing the air from his lungs. + + *I am the last breath you shall ever breathe!* + + The tightness in Blasberg's chest was suddenly released. Evil + +gushed into His vessel and was swiftly snatched away. + + ***** + + Guinan opened her eyes. He was coming, and swiftly. She could + +sense his anger and just had enough time to sit up, swing her legs + +over the edge of the bed before Evil blasted into existence, fury + +written all over His flawless features. The blackness of His eyes + +were all but obliterated by the angry red sparks that spoke of His + +desperation. + + She returned His glare, evenly, determined to show no + +weakness, and was succeeding, until the steady vitality of His + +essence reached out to stroke her in places she had forgotten He + +could reach. She felt the power He had over her, would always have + +over her, and understanding dawned. + + She looked at Him then, as if seeing Him for the first time. + +Oh yes, He was the embodiment of Evil, would be for time eternal, + +but He was much more than just that. He was her destiny, and she + +His. She had condemned Him to an eternity without His one true mate + +and He'd become driven, by love, to ensure the return of His love. + +No wonder He'd become so powerful. He'd been compelled by the one + +force in the universe that could not be denied, not even by Evil. + + And suddenly, with mind expanding clarity, Guinan's + +understanding deepened. Desperate He might have been, desperate for + +her, but not so desperate as to kill all chance of her returning to + +Him. He had known she would fight Him and had taken from her mind + +the knowledge He needed to win the battle. He'd flaunted that + +knowledge, bartered with that knowledge, and finally been forced to + +use that knowledge, but He had not acted without mercy. Yes, He'd + +instilled terror in those she sought to protect, but He'd done so + +as the Master of Lies and Illusions. He could just as easily have + +altered reality permanently. Still could. + + He smiled at her then, His angelic smile, a smile that said He + +knew her thoughts. His eyes glittered hypnotically as He held out + +His arms to her, and once again Guinan did not hesitate. She rose + +to her feet and floated into His exotic embrace. + + "You are right," she said as she rested her head against His + +chest. "I have denied You far too long?" + + "You will stay?" + + "I have another life, my love, one I simply cannot leave," she + +felt him stiffen, "but I will come to You any time You want me." + + "I want you forever." + + "Then forever it shall be." + + ***** + + "Come," Picard called out and the doors to his quarters + +opened. + + Guinan floated inside. How DID she move so fluidly? he + +wondered as he attempted to hide his surprise at her unexpected + +appearance. Picard could count on one hand the number of times + +Guinan had sought out his counsel and still have more fingers + +remaining than used. Something, he mused, must have come of her - + +what had she called it? - her flash from the past. She'd said she + +would advise him if the incident proved worthy of additional + +comment. + + "Have a seat, Guinan," he offered as he put down the book he'd + +been trying to read and rose respectfully from his seat. "How are + +you feeling, now?" + + Guinan sat. "I am as always," she answered, "but we must + +talk." She met and held the equanimity of his gaze. "It's time we + +spoke of Evil." + + A jolt of prescience streaked suddenly, violently, through + +Picard's soul. Image after image bombarded his awareness. As much + +as he knew he HAD lived the experiences, another part argued it had + +never, COULD never have happened! + + "You understand yet do not understand," Guinan said and + +offered her his hand. "Allow me to enlighten you." + + The End + +Holmyard out. + +Stardate -1/9201.20 + +and Happy Birthday to me! + +Please direct all screeching feedback via e-mail. +-- +"It's a matter of intelligence so your opinion is irrelevant." Q + +ar153@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Bonnie Q Holmyard) diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/delphi b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/delphi new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0ff5f2f2 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/delphi @@ -0,0 +1,12870 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 1 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:53:58 GMT +Lines: 1299 + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 1 + +"Beginnings" + + + + He lay awake on his bunk. His mind drifts idly through the +events of the last year. He had been first officer on the Federation +Pentalia-class destroyer, New Auckland. The ship had been sent to a +relatively remote outpost as a show of force to quell some minor +raids and uprisings against the federation colony by a group of +Clandestine Raiders, and their sympathizers. + He was in command. His captain was down on the outpost discussing the +situation with the colony's leaders as well as a supposed leader of the +offending group. He sat in the Captain's chair as a shuttle came through +the system, it transmitted that it was en route to the colony, and was +cleared by the colony for landing while he listened in on the +standard procedural dialogue. + Aboard the New Auckland he gazed at the view of the planet. + + "Sir, shuttle altering course, increasing speed !!" his helmsman +had announced. + + Impotent, the New Auckland could only watch as the shuttle exploded +in the heart of the colony, near the coordinates of the administrative +meeting. His Captain, many of the colony's chief administrators, and many +colonists were killed in the resulting blast. Now, he was in control. + + For days, he and the New Auckland traced the origins of the shuttle +and eventually found the Clandestine Raiders' main base of operations. +Another pair of "suicide" shuttles had been destroyed after being +correctly identified as such by the New Auckland. The terrorists surrendered +unconditionally as he had threatened them with the possible retaliation of +using the New Auckland's photon torpedos at maximum yield status.... + He knew that he was pushing the limits of Star Fleet protocol, but +none of the terrorists called his bluff. Within days, the situation was +settled. For the moment at least, the Raiders would no longer trouble +the colony, he was given field promotion to Captain. + + After he had filed his report, and while the ship was en route to +Star Base 3015, he received word from Star Fleet that there was a +"borg" ship approaching at high warp, and that the fleet was massing +at Wolf-359. + He had set a course at maximum warp but arrived over 3 days late. +He and his crew witnessed the carnage. Almost immediately, after the +Borg incident had been "resolved", the New Auckland was sent out again. +The Federation needed every ship it had in case the Romulans +decided to become expansionists or the Klingons felt that their +treaty was with a "weak" union of planets. There were always militant +Klingon factions looking for ways to rekindle the war with the +Federation. + + Now, 8 months later, he was here again, orbiting earth in a large +StarDock facility. He was awaiting his next assignment, and was +sure that the meeting he would have with Commodore Albrit this +morning would resolve that issue. + Slowly, he lifted himself off of his bunk. He ran his hands along +his face for a few moments and then prepared himself for his meeting, +which was scheduled for 0800. He didn't really care for morning +meetings, but such were often unavoidable. He had decided long ago that +an ancient family curse would make him be forced to attend such for the +rest of his life; so far, the curse remained unbroken. + As he walked through the corridors of the StarDock, he contemplated +his upcoming assignment. He had looked around the bay and found that there +were 4 ships in need of a Captain. The science vessel Lowel, the New +Auckland, an Orazzin-class light cruiser named the Charlemagne, and a +cargo ship, Bounty. Although he desired his next commission to be that of +a Captaincy, he hoped he was not given command of the cargo ship. As he +stopped in front of the Commodore's office, he ran a hand through his +sandy hair and stepped in. + + He stepped into a small reception-area, a red-shirted lieutenant, +was on station. The lieutenant seemed to be roughly his size, with +dark hair and eyes. More noticeable however, was the tremendous +amount of scar tissue on the right side of the lieutenant's face. +Evidently, even the advanced cosmetic surgery techinques available +had been unable to alleviate the condition. The Lieutenant addressed +him. + + "Captain Percivale Malory ?" + + He nodded. + + "Your appointment with the Commodore has been confirmed, you may +see him now", the lieutenant continued. + + Malory made a slight frown, and then entered into the Commodore's +inner office. + + +.... + + + Commodore Albrit eyed the young Captain who had just entered. +He had just finished reviewing this man's record and now he had a +true face and body to put all of the information with, not just a +picture or hologram. The man was only about 5'8" in height, with +blondish hair and blue eyes. His uniform, while properly groomed seemed +to hang loose on a rather spare frame. Truthfully, the Commodore felt +more as if he were addressing an ensign, rather than a Star Fleet Captain +who had just finished commanding a destroyer. + + "Good morning Captain." + + The young Captain nodded and replied "Good morning." + + The Commodore measured the Captain. The voice was a trifle +high. His posture was a little too casual in appearance. His +attitude did not seem overly respectful. Already, the Commodore's +gut feeling had passed judgement on this soon-to-be Captain. His +gut told him that this man was dubious Captain material obviously +somewhat slack in discipline. + + "Be seated Captain." He said this with particular rather +sarcastic emphasis on the word 'Captain'. He noted no outward +appearance of disturbance on the part of the young Captain. + 'A TOLERABLE INDICATION', the Commodore mused. The Commodore was +determined to determine the nature and validity of his instincts, not that +he had any doubt in them. + + "Thank you sir." + + The young man had seemingly said the word 'sir' with just a hint of +iciness. The young man did not seem intimidated in the least, moreover, +he was definitely not affording the Commodore the appropriate level +of respect. The Commodore glared. + + + "Mr. Malory, I just wanted to have a chat with you before you are +sent out again. I've reviewed your record. You have received good reports +from all of your superior officers, especially, while operating +as First Officer aboard the New Auckland. Still, even though you have +commanded the New Auckland for 8 months, you are very young to be a +Starship captain ... + Too young in my opinion ..." he added, "particularly the Captain of a +Pentalia-class vessel." + + Malory remained still, he didn't like being treated as a young +ensign. Even though the Commodore was a good 30 years older, the +he had achieved his position through "desk jobs" and had only +commanded a starship for 2 months. Malory wondered where the Commodore +was leading with the conversation. He didn't need to listen to +this from a petty button-pusher. The Commodore continued. + + "Star Fleet however, apparently feels otherwise" the Commodore paused, +"and has decided to give you a ship of your own. You are now the newest +Star Fleet ship Captain. Your command, the Delphi. You have been chosen to +be her first Captain. Congratulations." + + "The Delphi sir ?" Malory was relieved but had not heard mention +of a ship by that name before. He frowned inwardly. + + The Commodore rose from his chair and paced a small circle. + + "Yes, the Delphi. She is a new design and is classified +technically as a Scout. She is the first of her type to be commissioned +after the BORG incident, and very prototypical in nature. " + + The Commodore paused and then handed a small datablock to the young +Captain. + + "This contains a ship description as well as ship specifications. +Also, is a small record of all of your major officers. You'll +note that the major significance of the ship is the new sensor / +scanner array, ORACLE. Your mission will be to fully test this +new vessel along the edge of the neutral zone. We want to know +how much this will help in detecting Romulans and how much this will +aid in long-distance detection for use in 'early warning' systems. Also, +there are many star systems that are not well charted that lie near the +neutral zone. You will chart them as well as explore new territory. + You record indicates that you have commanded the New Auckland ably, +but you should realize that you won't have that magnitude of firepower, +should a Romulan come across." + + "Sir, with all due respect, Romulans don't disturb me. I have +serious doubts that a Romulan would simply come across, attack, and then +leave. This would be in direct violation of treaty. It is more likely +that the Romulans would lure us into the Neutral Zone and THEN attack, +once they had sufficient motive." + + The Commodore bristled inside, who was this young whelp to +give HIM a talk about Romulan battle strategy. This young fellow +seemed a bit too overconfident and sure of himself. + + "In any event, *I* am in command of the overall Delphi-class project, +and will expect prompt and frequent reports as to her operating status... +A shuttle will take you to the Delphi in three hours." + The Commodore's voice was like ice. + + "Your command crew should all report in within 32 hours. Star Fleet +expects you to be underway within 72 hours, as that is the estimated time +till completion... Any questions ?" + + "No sir. Thank you." + + 'STAR FLEET HAD BETTER KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING', thought the +Commodore as he watched the Captain rise and leave. 'AT LEAST THEY +HAD THE FORESIGHT TO PLACE ME IN CHARGE OF THE PROJECT'. The +Commodore beamed inwardly. + The door to his inner office opened again, and his lieutenant +brought him his standard morning coffee. + 'NOW THIS IS HOW A COMMODORE SHOULD BE RESPECTED ...' + + +..... + + + + Garin Meede stepped out of the shuttle and onto the +shuttle bay of the Delphi. It was a typical shuttle bay with +standard atmospheric protocols and shields in order. Meede +took another step. He tested the artificial gravity of the ship +and decided that it was approximately earth normal standard. +He glanced around and saw the yeoman who had overseen the shuttle's +landing. + Meede crisply walked towards the young man and +barked , "Yeoman, status report". His voice was loud and sharp. +The younger man snapped to attention. + + "Yes, Yes sir ?" + + "Yeoman, what is the current complement of the Delphi and +who is the highest ranking officer at this time? " + + The yeoman's fingers played on the computer console. + "Sir, current complement is 24 persons. Most are non-ship personel, +engineers and workman who are completing their various assignments. The +highest ranking officer right now is ... You. Sir." + + Imperceptably, Meede tensed. Technically, he was in charge +of the vessel. Outwardly, he folded his arms and glared. + + "What is your name, yeoman ?" + + "Antoine Albert sir." + + "Good Mr. Albert, now, how would you know that *I* am the highest +ranking officer aboard ?" + + Albert tensed, and looked at his readouts. He had followed procedure, +he wondered why the Lieutenant would ask such a basic question. He +felt the weight of the shorter man's glare. + + "Sir, as is standard procedure, I was given a listing of the +passengers aboard the shuttle. Only one lieutenant, you sir, was +aboard that shuttle, from that I deduced that you are Lieutenant +Garin Meede. I checked the ranks of current shipboard personnel and +found that you are the highest." + "Sir", he added. + + Meede's gaze softened just a bit to a steady stare. + + "Excellent, you know standard incoming shuttle procedure. Good. +Now, since you are one of the yeoman's who has been assigned to me +in security, let me commence with your security training. " + + Meede moved around the console. He lifted his arms some so that +he could more easily reach some of the pads. He altered some of the +shuttle bay sensor settings with a corresponding change in readouts. + + "Now Mr. Albert, on every incoming and outgoing shuttle, I want a +scan done to insure that only authorized materials and personnel are +being transferred. I shall perform a quick tour of the ship and then +be on the bridge. This will be superior to your only-audio confirmation." + + "Yes sir." + + Meede went back to the shuttle and fetched his pack. +He walked into the turbo-lift confident that he could put some +order into this vessel. + As Meede toured the ship, he noted that it was very similar +to the Pentalia-class destroyers in layout. He even examined some of +the secondary hatchways, searching for design differences. He noted +a few. As he completed his tour he observed that Engineering still +was in disarray. Obviously the Chief Engineer had yet to report. +Meede strolled into security and glanced at the overall layout, it +met with his approval. Quickly, he prepared his area. Then he continued +on to the bridge. + Meede quietly took in his bridge surroundings, the bridge was +an interesting mix of older and newer ideas. He eased into the Captain's +chair, his feet barely touching the floor. The young ensign who sat +at the communications console continued her work. Meede signaled +Midshipman Albert to inform him whenever another senior officer +was en route. He rubbed his hands together and settled into "command". +He glanced at the Captain's console, the chronometer indicated that the +time was 1000 hours. + + +..... + + + + Captain Percivale Malory sat in his room and reviewed the +information contained on the datablock .... + + Comission : Delphi NCC 2010 + Classification : Advanced Scout + Armaments : Modified Pentalia-class phaser array + Shields : Pentalia-class strength + Engines : Single nacelle warp reactor (Brahm's II design) + Max. Speed : Warp 7 (8 in theory) + Optimum Cruise : Warp 6 + Crew Complement: 120 + + + Charter : The purpose of this vessel is to provide additional + detection and scanning ability for the Federation. This + ship utilizes a new sensor array, named ORACLE. These + sensors should be able to detect ships from much + longer ranges than currently are possible. Similarly + this array should provide the ability to void the + Romulan cloaking device as well as allow for greater + exploration potential. + + This is a prototype model and is the first such + implementation to be placed in a starship. + + + -- Command Crew Listing -- + + + Percivale Malory : + Rank : Captain + Position : Captain + Last Assignment : Interim Commander New Auckland (Pentalia class) + Notes : Completed tour as Captain of New Auckland for + over 8 months. + + Akimbe Assali + Rank : Lt. Cmmdr. + Position : First Officer / Tactical Weapons officer + Last Assignment : Chief Weapons officer Merrimack (Etresta class) + Notes : Has held the rank of Lt. Cmmdr for 3 years. Has yet + to be considered for promotion. + + X'anfrey Qhasmon + Rank : Lieutenant + Position : Helmsman + Last Assignment : Helmsman Argo (minesweeper) + Notes : Completing tour as Helmsman of an active Minesweeper. + + Eleyasan T'irna + Rank : Lieutenant + Position : Operator Oracle 1 + Last Assignment : Chief Science Officer Lowel (Science Vessel) + Notes : Has served with distinction. + + Olgin Penthrach + Rank : Lieutenant + Position : Communications officer + Last Assignment : Special Communications Dante (Orazzin Class) + Notes : Has history of chronic illness. + + Stephen Korn + Rank : Lieutenant + Position : Chief Engineer + Last Assingment : Stardock Phoenix + Notes : His first shipboard commission in over 2 years + + Garin Meede + Rank : Second Lieutenant + Position : Chief Security officer + Last Assignment : Chief of Security Charlemagne (Orazzin Class) + Notes : From Gralve IV which has 3.4 times Earth standard + gravity. + + Will O'bourne + Rank : Second Lieutenant + Position : Oracle 2 operator + Last Assignment : Starbase 89 + Notes : none. + + Anne Mayak + Rank : Doctor + Position : Chief Medical Officer + Last Assignment : Doctor Wellington (Pentalia class) + Notes : none. + + + Malory eased back in his seat and mused over his command +crew. He was intrigued by the wide range of ships from which his +officers came, from the Pentalia-class destroyers, to the Orazzin- +class light cruisers, one was even an Etresta class heavy cruiser. + + 'LOOKS LIKE WE WILL HAVE AN INTERESTING TOUR OF DUTY WITH THIS +LOT... I'LL JUST HAVE TO EVALUATE EACH ONE AS THEY COME'. + + He was sure that other necessary details of the assignment +would be "conveniently" omitted. Typically such datablocks provided +a much more detailed report on each member of the command crew and +more ship specifications. He felt that Star Fleet was testing +him personally by giving him such a mediocre 'report' via the +datablock. Similarly, he felt that Star Fleet was attempting to +test his command skills and grace under pressure by giving him +such a tight deadline till the Delphi was scheduled to depart +"dry-dock". Malory sighed and grabbed his travel pack. He kept very few +personal effects, of which most had already been transported, thus he +was only lightly encumbered as he went to his shuttle. + +.... + + + As the shuttle approached the crab-like structure which +contained the Delphi, Malory admired the vessel. The basic hull +design was apparently identical that of the Pentalia-class ships. +He noted that the mounting where the photon torpedoes should be +was occupied by ORACLE. The sidereal phaser banks had been replaced +by ORACLE sensors as well. The ship had the "clean" look of a ship that +has yet to see untamed space. His shuttle landed. + He stepped off of the shuttle and watched as a very short, stocky +man approached. + + "Captain", the man said. His voice was authoritative and harsh. + + "Yes", Malory responded. + + "Lieutenant Garin Meede, your chief of security reporting sir. +We have reasonable security measures in progress and severely limited +power available for the ship." + + This was NOT what Malory expected for a Chief security officer. +Malory estimated that he loomed at least a half a foot over his chief +security officer. Still, the man was proper in his report. Malory made +a mental note to learn more about this man as soon as time permitted. + + "Alright Lieutenant. We have around 67 hours to get this ship +out of dry-dock. What are your recommendations ?" + + "Well sir, Security is in enough order to be placed low on our list. +Right now, I think we need to work on getting some of these engineers to +bring our power systems on-line, thereby reducing umbilical dependence. +Once we have partial main power, I recommend that we bring our main sensors +to fully operational status. Now that you are aboard, I can look over the +weapons systems. Communications is currently umbilically dependent and +navigation at this time is irrelevant." + + "Very well Lieutenant. Proceed with your overview of the weapons +systems. Let's try to get out ahead of schedule." + + "Aye sir." + + Malory and Meede boarded the turbolift and Meede exited in main +engineering. Malory proceeded to the bridge. As he stepped off the lift +and onto the main bridge, he liked what he saw. He walked down the ramp +which circled the perimeter of the bridge, and dropped his pack in the +Captain's chair. He made a mental correction. HIS chair. + The ensign who was sitting at the Communications console +appeared nervous at his presence. + + "Don't worry ensign. I haven't been known to bite yet ...." He +grinned. "Let's see what we can get working around here ..." + + +..... + + + Lieutenant Commander Akimbe Assali waited impatiently as his shuttle +approached the Delphi. He had come into StarDock twelve hours early +and had taken the first available shuttle that was departing for the +Delphi. While at the StarDock, he had discovered that everyone had +been abuzz with speculations about the new ship. The shuttle approached +the crab-like construct which currently housed the starship. + As the shuttle approached from the rear, Assali looked over +the ship. + 'HMMM, LOOKS LIKE A SLIGHTLY MODIFIED PENTALIA-CLASS HULL. INTERESTNG, +THOSE SIDE SECTIONS CAN'T MOUNT PHASERS LIKE THAT. WHERE ARE THE +PHOTON LAUNCHERS? MAYBE A NEW WEAPON SYSTEM HAS BEEN INSTALLED.' + + Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Delphi, klaxons blared. + + "Hell, people, that's the fourth time today that the alarms +have sounded at the approach of a shuttlecraft. FIX THEM !!" + + Captain Percivale Malory slouched in his Captain's chair. His +typical good humor had faded rapidly as the klaxons had been going +off almost continuously for the last 2 hours. Engineers scuttled around +the bridge. A young confused ensign sat at the Communications console, in +front of the Captain. The ensign turned and addressed the Captain. + + "Captain, Lt. Cmdr. Akimbe Assali has just reported on board. He +is in shuttle bay 1." + + "Thank you ensign, I'll be heading off the bridge for a short +time. Try to keep us out of red alert ...", the Captain gave a tired +grin at the slightly abashed ensign as he stood and went to the turbolift. + + + Assali whirled around as the klaxons sounded. His small +pack, which contained his personal effects orbited him as he raced +to the shuttle bay control panel. He glanced over the read-outs. At a +glance everything appeared fine. Abruptly, the klaxons stopped. + The turbolift doors opened and He watched as his commanding +officer approached. He appeared to be just a touch shorter than Assali, +with sandy hair and blue eyes. His stride was quick, but undisciplined. +Assali straightened. + + "Lieutenant Commander Akimbe Assali reporting for duty sir." + + The Captain stopped 2 paces on front of Akimbe, and eyed him. + "Lt. Cmdr. what was your last held position ?" + + "Weapons officer, aboard the Merrimack, Etresta class, sir." + + "Lt. Cmdr. How many times have you served as a First Officer ?" + + "Just once, for a period of several weeks, while the Merrimack's +First Officer was transferred, sir." + + Assali was conscious of the fact that the Captain, now his commanding +officer, was "feeling him out". This did not disturb him, and he relaxed +and shrugged off the pressure by experience. The Captain spoke . + + "Lt. Cmdr. what's your favorite synthehol ...?" + + The Captain grinned and stretched out his hand. + "Nice to have you aboard Mr. Assali. Why don't you place your +pack in your quarters and meet me on the bridge in 10 minutes. We +have a lot of work ahead of us if we are going to manage to get this +ship out on time." + + "Yes sir." + + Assali watched as Malory turned and strode back to the turbolift, with +an imperceptible shrug of his shoulders, he followed. He liked this +Captain already. + + Ten minutes later, Assali stepped off of the turbo-lift, and +onto the bridge. He took in his surroundings. . . The Bridge was +a half circle in front with a trapezoidal rear, which was elevated +at least 5 feet higher than the front. In front, the Navigational +console and Communications console were joined together as one unit, +reminiscent of the old Constitution-class Helm/Navigation position. In +the center of the bridge were chairs and small displays for the Captain +and First Officer. Along the sides, where the circular-arc met the +trapezoidal corners, there were 2 duty stations, one on each side. +The tactical / weapons position was directly over the head of the Captain. +On each side of the turbo-lift stood a door. One led to the Captain's +ready-room. While the other led to the Tactical ready room. This +bridge had a definite style, and Akimbe liked it. He noted that the +Captain had turned and watched him from his chair, observing Assali's +reaction. + + "Well, FIRST OFFICER Assali, how do you like the bridge ?" Malory +stated. + + "I like it sir, definite style." + + The klaxons blared. Assali assumed the tactical position. Most +read-outs were non-operational, but what sensors were on indicated that +a shuttle was landing. + + "Lt. Cmmdr, your first job is to get those damm Klaxons fixed. +After that, we need to look into bringing the auxilary reactor on line. +When our Chief Engineer reports, he will bring the warp engine up as well +as the impulse engines. Our security chief, Lieutenant Garin Meede is +examining the weapons systems. We have a little over 2 days to get this +ship out of dry-dock and capable of active duty." + + "Yes sir." + + Assali's fingers danced on the half-dead console. It would +be a hard chore to get this ship out on time. + + +.... + + + Akimbe Assali, stood at the status control board of the Delphi shuttle +bay . With forty hours left before the ship was scheduled to leave dry-dock, +people were scurrying in all areas of the ship, with one notable exception, +engineering. Several ensigns had reported in, but the Chief Engineer +had yet to report. At present, security officer Garin Meede was +overseeing operations in Engineering. + + "Sir, shuttle now on approach" an ensign advised Assali. + + Assali watched as the shuttle glided in effortlessly into the +bay. Thankfully, it was yet another smooth landing. He observed as +the shuttle's main door opened. The first person to step out was +a man a few inches shorter than Assali, but lean and wiry in +appearance. He had a shock of grey hair, and brown eyes. Aside +from the hair, he didn't look overly old. The second person to step +of the shuttle was a large overweight man. He stood at around 5'10" +with dark hair and green eyes. The 2 men strode towards Assali and +he stepped out from behind the console. + + The large man reported in first. + + "Sir, Lieutenant Olgin Penthrach reporting in ." + + Assali nodded. + + "Lieutenant, have you been briefed as to your role on this +vessel ?" + + "No sir, I was the Communications specialist aboard the +Dante and naturally assumed that my duties would be the same." + + "Close. Aboard the Delphi you will serve as Chief Communications +Officer, and of course, have the necessary bridge duty station. Report +to the Bridge and Captain Malory as soon as you have deposited your +belongings in your quarters. We are running slightly behind schedule." + + After Assali nodded towards Penthrach, indicating that he was free +to leave and attend to his duties, Assali turned his attention to the +other man. + + "Lieutenant Stephen Korn, Chief Engineer reporting in." + + Assali made a mental shrug as the Chief Engineer introduced +himself. As Assali prepared to speak, Korn spoke. + + "If you don't have any duty changes for me, I will be reporting +to Engineering now ...." Korn began. + + Assali frowned slightly. + "Lieutenant, that will be most advisable. Currently we have an +Engineering staff consisting of ensigns. In fact, we haven't even brought +the warp engine on line yet." + + "Glad to hear it. These kids probably don't know HOW to bring warp +engine on line for the first time. I'm glad no one has tried to +work on my engine yet, the last ship I was on, about 2 years ago, +they had a stupid security guard trying to fix warp engines ! Can you +believe that ? I'll send a report to the Captain within the hour." + + "Very good. We will hold a brief non-formal meeting in three +hours in the Captain's quarters." + + Assali walked with Korn to the turbo-lift. While Korn stepped +of at main engineering, Assali wondered where Lt. Meede might be. + +.... + + *WHISH* + + The turbo lift door opened and Malory turned and eyed a large +pudgy man ambling down the ramp. + + "Captain Malory, Lt. Olgin Penthrach reporting for bridge duty sir." + + An ensign happily rose from the communications console as Penthrach +approached. + + "Excellent timing. We were just about to perform a test of intra-ship +communications. Take your position and broadcast on my mark." + + Penthrach squeezed into the chair and his chubby fingers nimbly +danced among the buttons and touch-sensitive displays. + + "Mark. Crew of the Delphi, this is Captain Malory. All sections +who can hear this message report in to central communications." With +blatant sarcasm he added "similarly, those unable to hear this, +report also." Malory grinned as Penthrach turned to look at him and then +looked back at his console. + A few seconds passed. Penthrach turned and addressed the Captain. + + "Sir, all stations except primary engineering have acknowledged +your message. Shall I try to send a direct message to Engineering ?" + + "Hmmm, No. Try to patch through to Engineering and let's +see if we can hear if there is anyone down there. They may all be +crawling through the bowels of the ship. Lord knows they need to be +if we are going to leave dry dock on schedule." + + "Patch to Main Engineering confirmed" Penthrach stated. + + ".....WHAT IN JUPITER'S EYE HAVE YOU DONE !!" a rather high-pitched +and stretched voice said. + + "Sir, Lt. Cmmdr. Assali and I merely routed some power from the +auxilary reactors to the shuttle bay sensors. This has kept us from having +faulty red-alerts for the last 10 hours." + + "BUT THIS IS ALL WRONG ! WHAT DO YOU *A SECURITY OFFICER* KNOW ABOUT +REACTORS ! LOOK, IF YOU TAPPED INTO THE CONDUITS AT THESE LOCATIONS +YOU WOULD HAVE THE SAME RESULT WITH LESS WORK AND 10% MORE EFFICIENCY ..." + + "Lt. I'll be down in Engineering." Malory was almost into the +turbo-lift before completing his statement. + + +.... + + *VHOOSH* + + Captain Percivale Malory stepped out of the turbo-lift and into +main engineering. He observed a lean, grey-haired man arguing with +Lt. Garin Meede. Even though the man stood about 4" taller than Meede, +and was taking an obviously argumentative approach, Meede stood his +ground, arms crossed, face an emotionless mask. + + "Gentlemen ..." Malory spoke. + + Immediately the two men turned and faced their Captain. + + "Captain" Meede responded quickly. + + "Ahh, Captain. I am Lt. Stephen Korn Chief Engineer. I am trying +to get this oaf out of engineering so that I can get some work done." + + "Lt. Korn, I suggest that you think about your remarks before +insulting fellow crew members. We will be together for a rather long +time. First, you can explain to me why you were late in reporting to +the Delphi, then you can explain to me what problem you have with, +Chief of Security, Lt. Garin Meede." + + Malory had kept his voice remarkably cool and level, while +inside he seethed. There were enough problems in the universe without +him having to watch over two of his highest ranking officers. He noticed +that Korn paled as he realized that he had been arguing with someone +other than 'just' a security officer. + + "Oh, umm, Sorry Captain. First, I was delayed because a problem +arose with the climate controls at Stardock Phoenix. The humidity +level was .12% above normal deviation and ....." + + "Lieutenant. Do you realize that you are supposed to be the +Chief Engineer on THIS ship. Couldn't someone else have handled +such a minor problem ?" + + "Well sir, I guess they could, but I just don't leave jobs +half finished. Once I start something, I see it through.." + + Malory groaned inwardly. + + "Mr. Korn, don't you think that getting this ship operational +is a little more important than a minor deviation in StarDock humidity ?" + + "Well sir, I .. Well, really it wasn't a question that. I had +already comitted myself to the humidity problem. Also, I was informed +that I had some leeway time upon my arrival here. I did not expect +Engineering to be in the shambles in which it currently resides sir." + + "I appreciate your ...determination... to see a project through, +and that in itself is an admirable quality. HOWEVER, in the future, I +recommend that you temper such determination with the importance of +various tasks. Now, what was your argument about with Lt. Meede ?" + + "Sir, I simply detest other people, especially ones with little +qualification, to try to operate as competent engineers. IF Lt. Meede +had a problem, he should have given it to someone who could do the job +efficiently, rather than kludge through to his own solution." + + "Mr. Korn, maybe you would be preferring to listen to klaxons +for several hours on end ... What Lt. Meede and First Officer Assali did +was under my orders. SINCE there was no Chief Engineer available, I see +no problem with what they did. NOW, that you are here, you may fix +the 'fix' if you desire. However, I want that warp reactor operational +as soon as possible. That, is your top priority. + Now Lt. Meede, your services are required in orienting some of the +new crew that will soon be reporting aboard. A larger transport shuttle +is en route now. " + + Malory watched as Meede and Korn both leveled gazes at one another, +then, Meede moved with Malory to the turbo-lift. + + "Oh, and Lieutenant Korn ... It's good to have you aboard ." + +.... + + + It was early "evening" aboard the Delphi. Percivale Malory +reclined on his suite's couch. He glanced around the room. On the +wall above him, rested his rapier. He had taken lessons as a youth +and trained actively in its use while at the academy. On the other +side of the room, a large 'window' looked out into space, or rather +the out to the rusty-colored wall of the crab-like dry-dock facility. + Malory rose. He had changed from uniform into a white shirt, +with loose baggy arms, and dark pants. He gave a cursory glance at +his exhibition stand. While most officers would hold their medals +there, Malory held his Chess collection. A series of beeps +interrupted his reverie, and he answered the door. His guests were +arriving. + Akimbe Assali had dressed in an open-front shirt and loose +red pants. He stepped into the Captain's cabin. + + "Good evening sir." + + "Good evening Mr. Assali. Make yourself at home, I'll get us a +pair of drinks. " + + Assali glanced around the outer room. It was spacious, with a +lovely view of the orangish-brown dry-dock wall. He noticed the +weapon above the couch, but his attention was fixed on the Captain's +exhibition stand. It was roughly 6' in height and held 4 different +Chess boards and pieces. Assali recognized the classic Chess which +had been invented long ago in India. Then he looked at the oriental +chess set. With Cannons and Palace guards, it required subtle changes +in strategy. Next was Bogon Chess, and early 21st century three dimensional +chess which was overwhelming in its scope and number of pieces, with 64 per +side. Finally was the renowned Vulcan three-dimensional chess. + + "Captain, do you play all of these different types of Chess ?" + + "Of course not, I just keep them there to impress people ...." + + Assali turned to face Malory and caught a wide grin on his +Captain's face. He took one of the drinks from Malory. + + "Seriously though Akimbe, it is alright to call you Akimbe isn't it? +I do play all of those chess variants. I find dual player strategy +fascinating and refreshing." + + "Marvelous, we will have to play sometime then Captain. I too am +an avid fan of chess, although I don't claim any proficiency in the +Bogon chess of the early 21st century." + + "HAH, I too find that unnecessarily cumbersome. It would be a +pleasure to play against you when time permits." + + Another series of beeps signaled the arrival of 2 more guests, +Security Chief Garin Meede, and Communications officer Olgin Penthrach. +Standing in the doorway, the two officers made a rather interesting +sight, one was short and stocky, while the other was tall and 'filled' +his outfit. Meede wore a sleeveless shirt, which displayed some +well muscled arms, and form-fitting pants. Penthrach wore a +large loose shirt and pants. Also, he was holding a dish. + As Olgin Penthrach placed the dish on the table and uncovered it, +luxurious aromas wafted out. Everyone crowded around the table. + + "Calm down, we need to let it cool a bit and let it 'breathe'" +Penthrach stated. + + After yet another series of beeps, Lt. Stephen Korn entered. He +was still in uniform. + + "Sorry for the delay, I had to wait to time the warp field +adjustments. We should have main power within three hours." + + "Relax Lieutenant, consider yourself off duty while at this +'get-together'", Malory replied, "here have a drink, and some of +... whatever this is ..." + + Penthrach perked. + + "Do you mean to say that none of you has ever seen a Pleiades +Pie ? I had to use the replicator, so it will probably lack some of the +finer tastes, but it is a most enjoyable dish." + + "Indeed it is Mr. Penthrach", Assali said as he ate. + + "Please, just call me Ollie." + + After an hour, the 'get together' began to wind down, and +people returned to their quarters or to their duty stations as the +case demanded. Captain Malory reclined again on his couch. + + +.... + + + + Quiet. + + + Silence. + + + On a normal starship, there was always a slight hum, or pulse which +ran continuously. This was the cartoid of the ship, the surge of its +warp drive. At present, his ship was still dead, a lifeless hulk in space. +With only the auxilary reactor on-line, the ship was still receiving over +90% of its power from the dry-dock's generators. Malory closed his +eyes and listened. + Darkness overcame and engulfed him. His ears strained to hear +a sound. + Nothing. + + Malory drifted into sleep. + + +.... + + + Lt. Garin Meede stood, feet apart and arms crossed, beside +the shuttle-bay control panel. The ship was still relatively quiet, +although many 'extra' engineers and workers were still scurrying about +the ship. Captain Malory had notified Meede that the warp engine would +be started within the hour, at least, according to Engineer Korn's +estimates. + Effortlessly, the shuttle virtually glided into the bay. Meede +was still at full attention. 'WHENEVER SOMETHING BECOMES ROUTINE, +THEN, IT BECOMES DANGEROUS.' He thought back to words that one of his +former commanders had spoken. + A veritable swarm of ensigns and unenlisted personnel departed +the shuttle. Then, Meede noticed the last one to depart. Actually, +one needn't have had Meede's powers of perception to notice the last +shuttle departee. + He looked on as the blue-skinned figure approached. Meede +noticed immediately the two small antennae and the pure white 'hair'. +'AN ANDORIAN', Meede thought. Being himself from Gralve IV, Meede +was definitely not xenophobic. Still, he sensed that momentary +discomfort and suspicion that accompanies observing races that are +distinctly non-human. Meede pushed such thoughts from his mind, random +thoughts of that nature should have no place in a Security Chief's mind. +Meede extended a hand. + + "Welcome to the Delphi. I am Lt. Garin Meede." + + The Andorian accepted the handshake somewhat hesitantly, Meede +was careful not to apply too much force. + + X'anfrey Qhasmon was somewhat surprised. This was the +warmest shipboard welcome he had received. He had found that +most humans were still somewhat afraid of the "non-human" races. +Then though, he remembered that it was Garin Meede who had greeted +him. Meede was not totally human himself, as he had found out +several years ago. He did not think that Meede recognized him, +he wasn't really surprised by this though. + + "Thank you. I am Lt. X'anfrey Qhasmon. I was informed that I +am to be helmsman for this vessel." + + "As far as I know, that is still true. I'll show you to your +quarters, and then I believe that you should report to the bridge. +We are running somewhat behind schedule." + + Meede and Qhasmon stepped into the turbo-lift. + + "So, what was your last position ?" + + "I was helmsman for the Argo, minesweeper class. We toured +through some of the old Klingon-Federation minefields and eliminated +them." + Meede was impressed. They stepped off of the lift and Meede +showed Qhasmon to his quarters. + + "Good day Lt." said Meede as he re-entered the turbo-lift. + + X'anfrey Qhasmon dimmed the lights in his cabin. He preferred +the darkness. He placed his travel-pack in his bedroom. His other, +larger possessions had already been delivered and set up. He went to +his computer and found that it was inactive. He would call up some +schematics and specifications later then. He straightened his +uniform and exited his quarters for the bridge. + +..... + + + "Captain, we will be prepared to initiate the Warp reactor in +approximately five minutes." + + Malory listened to the transmitted voice of Chief Engineer Korn. + + "You said that 45 minutes ago Chief, what has been the delay ?" + + "Sir, a warp engine is not something that you rush into activity. +You rush it and you won't have a ship to Captain anymore .... Not that +you'll care much then ... if you catch my meaning. Sir." + + "Very well, just get it on-line ASAP." + + A puzzled voice responded "Asap sir ?" + + "Never mind, just hurry. Malory out." + + Malory leaned back in his chair. He enjoyed the feeling of the +malleable leather. From behind all he could see of the Communications +Board was obscured by Olgin Penthrach. Penthrach and Assali had managed +to get full ship communications working. Now Penthrach was merely +gaining familiarity with the system. + + *WHISH* + + Malory gazed at the viewscreen ahead. The ship was still +encircled by the dry-dock, but its forward gaze went out into space. +A figure moved in the corner of his field of vision. + + "Lt. X'anfrey Qhasmon reporting for duty sir." + + Malory's reverie was interrupted. He turned his head and faced the +figure who had addressed him. 'AN ANDORIAN' Malory thought, 'WHAT A +MELTING POT WE ARE'. + + "Welcome Lieutenant, I had been informed that you would probably +be the last of the senior staff to report in." + + "Well sir, we pushed the Argo a little so that we could get here +sooner sir. After mine-sweeping for months, almost everyone was anxious to +get back into 'charted' space." + + "Very good, I can understand the sentiment. At present time we are +without main power, so I recommend that you do whatever to make +yourself familiar with the helm position. It is a newer design but has, +as far as I can tell, most of the standard elements." + + "Yes sir." + + Malory looked on as Lt. Qhasmon took his position to the front and +left of the Captain, directly beside Olgin Penthrach, who had listened +to the conversation. Malory noted that he could still see the antennae +from behind. He wondered what use they had. + + Olgin Penthrach turned to face the Captain. + + "Captain, Mr. Korn says that he is ready to bring the +warp reactor on line." + + "Very well, inform dry-dock that we will be initiating our +warp reactor and have them prepare to cut umbilical support." + + A second passed, and then two more, then it was half a minute. + + Qhasmon turned. + + "Captain, helm reads that we have warp power. Power systems +coming on line." + + Malory eased back once again into his chair. He gazed at his +own small, ship readouts. + Yes, he could feel it now, his ship had a pulse now. Now, +it finally seemed alive. + + "Mr. Penthrach, set up a channel with Mr. Korn in main Engineering." + + "Channel established sir." + + "Mr. Korn report ." + + "Well sir, she is up and running. I'll be making minor adjustments +on her so that we don't loose any efficiency. I have to re-orient the +dilithium crystals some and modify the configuration slightly. Then, +once we exit dry-dock, I will need to make modifications at each level +of warp speed so that we can maximize performance." + + "Very good Mr. Korn. How long before you have the impulse engines +up and ready." + + "Well sir, those should be relatively easy since they are not as +tempramental. I'll have impulse power for you in less than 2 hours. I +daresay, before lunch." + + "Proceed. " + + "Mr. Penthrach, inform dry-dock that we no longer need +umbilical support." + + *WHISH* + + Malory rose and turned. + + "Well sir, it seems we finally have our warp engine on line." Akimbe +Assali was in good humor now. + + "Yes, Mr. Assali. In fact, you were just the man I wanted to see." + + "Oh sir ? and why is that ?" + + Malory grinned. + + "You have the bridge until Korn gets those impulse engines +on line. I think we should have relatively smooth sailing from here." + + "Very good sir." + + Malory departed the bridge. + Assali looked around. The side positions which were for the ORACLE +operators were empty, but the Helmsman was there now. Assali noted that +he was an Andorian. Assali went and looked over his shoulder. + + "Hello. I'm Lt. Cmmdr Akimbe Assali." + + X'anfrey Qhasmon turned from his work. He had been adjusting to +the minor changes in the helm while monitoring ship power levels. + + "I'm Lt. X'anfrey Qhasmon." + + "Nice to meet you Lt., Carry on." + + Assali walked back and slowly sat in the Captain's chair. He enjoyed +the feel of the leather. + + +.... + + + Lt. Garin Meede stood in transporter room 1. He had been observing +the preliminary tests on the transporter now that the ship had main power. +So far, everything was working well. He proceeded to transporter room +2 where everything was also proceeding nominally. + + "Lt. Garin Meede to cargo bay 1." + + Meede's communicator spoke with the voice of Olgin Penthrach. + + "Acknowledged." + + Meede strode through the corridors and arrived at cargo bay 1. +Here ,larger goods were being transported in from a nearby cargo ship. +Meede oversaw the operation. + All was going well now. + + Captain Malory stood in the Delphi's main shuttle bay. He had +taken the later half of the "morning" off and left the bridgework to +his First Officer, while he himself oversaw some of the other work +that was in progress around the ship. With less than 20 hours till +scheduled departure from dry-dock most of the ship was in working +order, now all Malory needed was his final few officers. + Shuttle 1 eased into the bay. Now most of the use of the shuttles +was over since almost all the crew was already in place, and the +transporters were taking care of the larger cargo. Still, 2 +people disembarked. Malory unconsciously raised an eyebrow as two +dark haired women approached him. + One woman stood an inch shorter than Malory. She had jet-black +hair, light skin, and deep blue eyes. Malory stood just a little bit +straighter. The other woman was more exotic in appearance with +similarly dark hair, and light green eyes. Her skin was darker and +she looked slightly ..different.. Then Malory noticed just a hint +of point in her ears. She stood a couple of inches shorter than Malory +as well. + + "Good afternoon Ladies" Malory opened with a smile, " I am +Captain Percivale Malory. Welcome to the Delphi." + + "Captain. Lt. Eleyasan T'irna reporting for duty sir." The second +lady responded. + + "Captain. Dr. Anne Mayak reporting sir." The first lady stated. + + "Well, Lt. after you have visited your quarters, report to the +bridge. I would like to have a test of the new sensor system before +the evening is finished. Sorry to put you to work so soon." + + "Quite alright Captain. In fact, I was planning on spending the +evening working on the sensor array." + + "I hope THAT won't be necessary Lt. " Malory grinned loosely +again. + + "Now Dr., I hope that you find Medical in order .... So far we +have had no broken bones and no casualties." + + "Good Captain. I hope you can keep it that way." + + The Doctor's voice bordered on ice. + Malory watched as both ladies entered the turbo-lift. They were +chatting amongst themselves and made Malory much more nervous than +anything he had faced while commanding the New Auckland. + + +..... + + + *WHISH* + + Assali had finished making final checks of some of the +tactical sensors at the tactical bridge station, and he turned as +the turbo-lift doors opened. His eyes were not ready for the input +they received. + + "Lt. Eleyasan T'irna reporting for duty." + + "Lt., I am Lt. Cmmdr. Akimbe Assali." Akimbe noted the +darker complexion and slightly upturned ears. He couldn't help +but notice the dark hair and green eyes. + + "Lt. Cmmdr. Assali, I am reporting for service as ORACLE 1 operator." + + "Very good. I haven't looked at that system yet. So you may +have some minor difficulties." + + Assali watched from tactical as the Lt. took a seat at one of the +side duty stations, Directly across from the helm. He noted that +Lt. Qhasmon had turned and looked for a moment at the newest bridge +officer. Similarly Lt. Olgin Penthrach had raised an eyebrow, yet +simply turned and continued with his work. + Assali glanced back at his sensor readouts. He decided that this +must rank as one of the most unique bridge crews ever. + + Eleyasan T'irna sat at her position and acclimated herself to +the various readouts and touch-sensitive pads. This was exactly like the +'mock-up' on which she had been trained. + + "Lt. Cmmdr. now beginning ORACLE initiation sequence." + + She glanced over her displays as they 'came up'. So far everything +was in acceptable norms as far as she could tell. Actually, she wasn't +quite sure what to expect, she just knew that the information that was +coming in 'looked' normal. + + "I'm bringing the system on-line slowly sir, so that we can +detect any problems." + + She continued looking over her displays. Several times she had +to re-adjust the power flow to certain sensors, but aside from such +minor inconveniences, the system responded normally. + + "Alright Lt. Let's see what we can look at." + + Assali looked at his tactical display. + "Patch tactical through your ORACLE sensors." + + Instantly the display changed. He had to zoom in several times +so that he could look at a small enough area. He could easily read +an incredible amount of information about the ships within range. + + "Excellent work Lt. ". Assali looked at the transponder codes for +some of the ships within range, then he noticed one that was familiar. +He zoomed in. It was the Merrimack. He looked at its power status, +and laughed. The sensors gave a very accurate picture of what he +remembered. + + "Mr. Penthrach contact the Captain and let him know that we have +ORACLE on line." + +.... + + 'TIME, IT'S ALMOST TIME' Captain Malory thought as he sat in +his Captain's chair. His first officer stood over him at the tactical +duty station, while to his front and far left sat Eleyasan T'irna. +To his front and near left, at the helm, sat X'anfrey Qhasmon. To +his front and right hulked Olgin Penthrach. + All systems had been brought on line and were, so far at least, +in operational order. All excess personnel had disembarked. Now the +ship simply waited in space. It was four hours before the Delphi +was scheduled to leave. + + "Mr. Penthrach, contact Star Fleet Command. Inform them that we +are ready to depart dry dock." + "Yes sir." + + "Sir, StarFleet command is sending a Captain's Priority message." + + Malory perked. + "I'll take it in my ready-room. Mr. Assali, you have the bridge." + + Malory sat down in front of his view screen. + "Captain Malory. You will proceed from dry-dock to section 1 of +the Romulan Neutral Zone. En route you will stop at Starbase 89 +for your last command crew member. I stress to you now, that you will +be one of the closest Federation ships to the Romulans. We do have ships +nearby, but Time is life in space. Star Fleet wants to ascertain the +ability of ORACLE to detect Romulan ships as well as long range ship +detection. Due to the proximity of your location however, we +will wait for you to return to a StarBase before evaluating ORACLE's +performance. + Good Luck Captain. + Permission to leave dry-dock granted. + Godspeed." + + Malory eased back. It wasn't every day that one takes a new +ship out of dry-dock. Nor is it every day that one is addressed by +a top StarFleet Admiral. + Malory rose and exited his ready-room. + On the bridge, Malory strode down the ramp, and rather than +settling into his seat, took position in the very front of the bridge, +so that he could address his command crew. He noticed that Lt. Garin +Meede had entered the bridge and was standing beside the turbo-lift +door. + Malory addressed his bridge crew. + + "Senior crewmen, and women, we have permission to leave dry-dock. +Before we leave however, I shall tell you of our mission. We are to +test ORACLE along the edge of the Neutral Zone. Along the way, we will +also explore some of the uncharted systems that skirt the Neutral Zone as +well as charting new systems. The way will be long and potentially +dangerous. But working together we will succeed." + + Malory smiled. + + "And if that isn't a hokey-enough send-off message, I don't know +what is... Let's begin." + + Malory strode back and sat in his chair. + "Mr. Korn prepare your engines for warp speed. Lt. T'irna, +bring ORACLE to standard operating status. Mr. Assali clear +umbilical supports." + + "ORACLE engaged Captain." + + "Umbilical supports and moorings clear. We are free to navigate." + + "Very well Mr. Qhasmon. Take us out of dry-dock. + Ahead one-quarter impulse when we are clear." + + + The Delphi surged forward under her own power. Within moments +the crab-like dry-dock was left behind. + + "Mr. Qhasmon, set course for Starbase 89. Warp factor 1, +then incremental, as Mr. Korn adjusts the warp engine." + + "Course ready Captain, speed Warp Factor 1." + + "Engage." + + The Delphi, rocketed away, hurtling into a sea of stars. + +..... + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 2 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:54:39 GMT +Lines: 1050 + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 2 + +"Shakedown" + + + + + "Captain, helm is holding at warp factor 2. Power fluctuations +in the warp reactor are being noted. Shall I disengage ?" helmsman +Qhasmon reported quietly. + + "Mister Penthrach, get me Lt. Korn in Engineering." + + "Aye sir." + + "Yes, Captain ?" Korn's stretched voice replied. + + "Mr. Korn, what is the problem , we are bouncing around more than +Xeldarian Ards up here." + + "Well sir, I am continuing to make adjustments to the +dilithium crystal configuration. We are becoming more power efficient +even as we speak. I'm afraid that the bumpiness will remain until I have +finished making the changes. I could give you a smooth ride now, but then +when we need warp 6 or better, we would be hard pressed, sir. The bouncing, +as you put it, is due to warp field fluctuations in response to changing +crystal orientation." + + "Very well, continue on Mr. Korn. + Mr. Penthrach, send out a message to all decks advising them +that we will be in 'choppy space' for some time as yet, and to plan +accordingly." + + Percivale Malory slouched back into his chair. He glanced around +his bridge. Ne noted that Penthrach was mostly unaffected, while Helmsman +Qhasmon was being easily jostled around. He turned and marveled that +Assali had remained standing at the tactical station. The ship had +been at warp speed for 1.3 hours now, and the ride was not getting any +smoother ..... + + "Sir, I have been getting some rather strange results with +ORACLE." + + Malory turned and faced Lt. T'irna. + + "Strange ? In what way, and for how long have you been getting +these readings ?" + + "Well sir, I have been monitoring shifts in ORACLE status ever +since we entered warp speed, and have been trying to pinpoint the cause. +I have periodically lost and then regained contact with ships in our wake. +I thought that you should be advised, now that I have completed all of the +minor diagnostics ..." + + "Lt. Are you telling me that our new and improved sensor array +is faulty at warp speeds ?" + + "Sir, I believe that the matter bears further investigation before +a definite conclusion may be reached." + + "Mr. Penthrach, I need Mr. Korn on the line again." + + Olgin Penthrach's sigh was barely audible. He definitely did not +enjoy this assignment so far. Being tossed around was not his idea +of a good time. In fact, he was beginning to feel rather nauseus. Moreover, +having to connect and disconnect various communications while watching +over the passive sensors was more than he was accustomed to performing. +He noticed that Helmsman Qhasmon had made a slight inclination of the head +and had a slight twitter to his antennae. Penthrach finished his patch. + + "Sir, I have routed a patch to your personal console. You may +engage it at your discretion. Engineer Korn on line." + + Malory arched an eyebrow for a moment, a decidedly non-characteristic +action. + + "Mr. Korn, would you be able to perform some of your work if +we dropped out of warp speed ?" + + "Dropped out of warp ?? Well .. I .. Hmph, I suppose that I could +make some of the other changes. I would still have to spend as much time +making the warp speed modifications though. Is there a problem ?" + + "There may be Mr. Korn. We will be dropping out of warp speed." + + "Mr. Penthrach, relay to all decks that we will be dropping +out of warp, so that they may again, plan accordingly. We will be +resuming warp speed as soon as possible, further notification will +be forthcoming. + Helm, drop us out of warp. Ahead one-half impulse." + + "Yes sir. We are now out of warp speed. One-half impulse confirmed." + + "Lt. T'irna, how is ORACLE now ?" + + "Running test sweeps, sir. Prelimary tests are are yielding +information that appears to be within normal operating tolerances." + + "Recommendations ? anyone ?" + Malory looked around at his senior bridge crew. Supposedly, these +were the best officers that were on board the vessel. Times like this were +where rank and respect were earned. + + "Sir. I would recommend that we maintain impulse speed until we +run a full test and diagnostic of ORACLE. Then, we can run another +test and diagnostic while at warp speed. This should help us make a +determination." Commander Assali was the first to speak. + + "I concur Captain." Lt. T'irna also responded. + + Malory flexed his hands. + "Very well. How long will this take ?" + + She replied calmly , "For a full diagnostic and then test, +ORACLE will take 2.5 hours." + + 'WELL, I GUESS THIS COMES WITH THE TERRITORY', Malory thought. + + "Alright people. Mr. Assali, assist the Lt. as she needs. Everyone +else, let's start training some of the back-up crew, and then take a +break. It's almost time for lunch anyway." Malory patched through to +main engineering. + Mr. Korn, you have a little over 2 hours to play with your engines +before we will re-engage warp-drive. If you make any major modifications, +I would like you to keep in mind, that I want warp power in 2 hours. + Mr. Penthrach, AGAIN inform all decks that we should be out +of warp for approximately two hours." + + "Yes sir." + + Lt. Korn exploded as soon as the Captain had broken communication. + + 'HOW CAN ANYONE EXPECT ME TO GET ANYTHING DONE WHEN I AM INTERRUPTED +EVERY SINGLE MINUTE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. ' + + He glanced at his status board. + "Alright. Ensigns Moreau and Donoha get to work on adjusting +the warp field coils. Ensign Tselada monitor all impulse and reactor power +output. I will be working on the crystal configuration and analyzing some +of the changes. " + + +..... + + + + Garin Meede stood before a small security group in the security +training hall. The security training hall served as a place to practice +combat skills, as well as a place for the men and women of security to +get together 'after hours'. Meede paced before his main staff. +The performance of his two ensigns and 5 yeomans was not promising. + + "People", Meede barked ," your performance at phaser accuracy +was pathetic. I suppose that you will seek to place the blame on the +fact that the ship was bouncing while you 'fired'. LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL. +There is NO excuse for poor accuracy. If you are on a planet in a combat +situation while there is a seismic quake, I don't think that your creator +will accept ... 'but the ground was shaking' as an excuse when you meet him +because the OTHER party could shoot under pressure. *I* definitely won't. +I recommend that everyone practice , for when we resume warp speed, +we will have a target shooting practice AGAIN. This time *no* excuses, +a good security officer never needs an excuse. + You are free to leave now. Report back here in 2.0 hours. +Dismissed." + + Meede looked on as his new security crew exited the hall. +He walked over to the rack and picked up a pair of phasers. These weren't +actual phasers, but they did simulate phasers in most respects save that +they caused no damage other than a slight discoloration where they +impacted. Meede looked at the target across the hall. With his left hand, +he fired, 5 times. At another target he fired with his right hand, 5 times. +Meede inspected the targets. On the first target, all 5 shots were well +within the "max zone", on the other target, 4 shots were within the +"max zone" and one was on the borderline. + + "Damm. I'm getting rusty." Meede said to himself. + + "I thought it was excellent shooting, if you don't mind the opinion, +sir." + + Meede turned and faced one of his crew. Ensign Zalvosta. Meede +assessed the ensign. She was about 4" taller than he, at 5' 6", and was +definitely not built like a security officer. He noted that she had been +the best shot of his 'elite' core. + + "Oh? Opinions never bother me.... And what brings you back +here so quickly ensign ? I would think that you would like to take this +time-off just as the others are." + + "Actually sir, I was going to practice some more. In fact, a +couple of the other ensigns are engaged in pugilation in the rec room. +Most of our group is in the rec room in fact. We feel privileged to +serve under you sir, we have heard of some of your service record." + + "Really? I must be getting soft then. My first commander would have +taken that as a personal insult." + + Ensign Zalvosta looked at her senior officer. She couldn't tell +when he was being serious or not. She did see his eyes glimmer as she +had spoken about 'pugilation'. + + "Well Ensign, I think that I may look in on them, while I take a +workout of course. Stay as long as you wish." + + She watched as Meede strode out from the hall. + + Yeoman Antoine Albert looked on as Garin Meede strode into the +recreation hall. Albert and Yeoman Bronsdale had been 'boxing' and +were now resting. They watched as Meede went to the strength-training +equipment. + They gaped as they saw Meede set the level at 90% of maximum +capability, and then proceed to excercise. Albert and Bronsdale resumed +their match. + + +..... + + + Dr. Anne Mayak efficiently arranged the sick bay. It was +smaller than what she was used to, and there was only one other +doctor besides herself. She surmised that this vessel was not +meant to see as much damaging action as others and thus, medical +staff was conveniently omitted. Still, she had an excellent staff +of competent medical technicians working under her. She continued +with her work, hoping to be finished organizing sick bay before warp +speed was re-established. + + + Olgin Penthrach lounged in his quarters. He had turned over +the communications control to a trained ensign. He was waiting +as his food was being prepared. He had gone through great pains +to 'teach' the replicator in his cabin how to make proper +suppers. + + *process complete* the computer voice acknowledged. + + Penthrach rose. Suddenly he didn't feel so well. + 'I MUST HAVE CONTRACTED SOMETHING WHILE AT STARDOCK' he thought. +Cautiously, he made his way to sickbay, not even bothering with his +meal. + + Mayak glanced at her medical scanner, and then glanced at her +patient. He was overly large, and had surprisingly high levels of +physical disruption due to improper diet. Still the scan showed nothing +terribly unexpected." + + "Mr. Penthrach, you are physically fit. I have no evidence of +any form of disease." + + "But Dr. What would cause naseua and my other feelings of affliction +then ?" + + "Mr. Penthrach, I'm not sure, I'll continue to look into it, but +in the meanwhile, I pronounce you fit for duty ." + + "Sorry to bother you then Doctor." + + Mayak watched as the large man lumbered away. She then went to +her medical records file and pulled up his record. Upon reading it, +she almost laughed. She activated the replicator and proceeded to +Mr. Penthrach's quarters. + + *beep* + "Come in". + + Mayak entered, and was greeted by a most inviting aromatic scent. + "Mr. Penthrach, I think I have discovered the cause of your ailment. +Here take this, you should feel it's results almost immediately." + + She handed him a small pill, which he took eagerly. She then +glanced at his table. She looked at the 3 circular disc-like objects on +his plate. They were covered with some form of thick sauce. Each object was +thin, and the total package smelled wonderful. + + "Thank you Dr. I DO feel better already. Please, allow me to +thank you with a meal." + + "Well, I should really be getting back to sickbay ..." + + "Well then, please, drop in some other time and allow me to +prepare a wonderful dinner for you, it is after all, the least I can +do to repay you." + + "I will Mr. Penthrach. Good day." + + Mayak walked out. She was still smiling as she walked back +towards sickbay. She herself took one of the small tablets which she +had had replicated. + + 'HMMM, TASTES RATHER LIKE MINT' she thought as she popped the +flavored-pill into her mouth . + + +...... + + + Percivale Malory was relaxed. + + "Queen to King's level, Arch-duke's left." + + He was laying down on his couch enjoying the luxuries +of being a starship captain. + + "King's Rook to Arch-duke's left." chimed the computer. + + "DAMM.... Computer discontinue game." + + Malory rose. Ever since he had started playing chess, at the +age of 13, he had never beaten a computer. Of course, he had never lost +to a computer either. Regardless of which form of chess he played, the +computer would always manage to get the upper hand, and Malory would +always stop the game. He took pride in the fact that the computer +never won. He refused to be beaten by a machine. + + "You don't know strategy anyway....." Malory muttered, more to +himself than the computer. + "I guess I should get back to the bridge now ..." he continued +muttering as he straightened his shirt and walked out of his quarters. + +...... + + + "Scans and diagnostics are almost complete Commander." + + Assali listened to the cool and level voice of Lt. T'irna. +For a little over 2 hours now, they had toiled at running diagnostics and +attempting to ascertain a possible problem with ORACLE. Such a problem +could be critical. They had worked with efficiency and were slightly +ahead of schedule. Even though they were still no closer to solving +the anomaly. + + "Very well Lt. Hopefully we should get some good readings +while at warp speed. Then we can draw some conclusions." + + "Of course sir, it would be hasty to form conclusions so early +when dealing with a system as complex as this." + + Assali grimaced. He addressed the ensign who was taking +Lt. Penthrach's place at Communications. + + "Ensign. Contact the Captain. Inform him that we have completed +tests. Also, advise Lt. Korn that we will be going to warp speed shortly." + + The ensign responded, "Sir, the Captain is already on his way +to the bridge." + + "Mr. Qhasmon, set course for Starbase 89, warp factor 1.5. + Ensign, inform all decks that we will be going to warp speed +shortly." + + *vhoosh* + + The turbo-lift doors opened and Captain Malory entered the bridge. + + "Mr. Assali, how is your progress coming ?" + + "Well so far Captain. We are ready to examine the system while +at warp speeds." + + "Very well then, Helm, if we have warp power available, set course +for Starbase 89, warp factor 1.5. ...... Engage." + + + Assali grinned while Lt. T'irna arched an eyebrow. + + Malory faced his first officer . + + "Was there something humorous ?" + + "No sir. We are about to resume testing." Assali and T'irna +started their scans. + + +....... + + + "ATTENTION !!! + + FIRE ! + + FIRE ! + + FIRE ! + + FIRE !" + + Garin Meede watched as simulated phaser bolts struck near their +intended targets. The ship was still lurching its way through space at +low warp, and Meede was working on training an 'elite' security core. +Meede noted that the accuracy was much improved over the last excercise. +He also noted who had been the best shots. + + "Much better. Next time I expect you all to be even more improved." +Meede was speaking in his most powerful and intimidating voice. + + "Now, for evaluations...... +Ensign Zalvosta, Yeoman Seneschal, excellent job. +Ensign Hamden, Yeomans Upaw and Greely, acceptable. +Yeomans Albert and Bronsdale, poor. Report to me after drill. + + Company, dismissed ! Return to your normal duty stations now. We +will meet again tomorrow at 0500. Dismissed." + + Slowly, the tired group of new security personnel exited the +training hall. There were the two exceptions. Meede crossed his arms +and stared up at the two Midshipmen. + + "Well, Mr. Albert, and Mr. Bronsdale ? What do you have to say +about your performances ?" Meede's voice was a steely hiss, and neither +young yeoman man knew how much trouble that meant. + + Bronsdale replied first. + "Well, sir, Mr. Albert and I have been engaged in pugilation for +almost the last two hours, and I know that my arms are 'tired' thus causing +a poorer aim." + + The corners of Meede's mouth tightened. + + Albert responded. + "Sir. I was just a poor shot today. I will work to do better in the +future." Reflexively, Albert swallowed. + + "Mr. Albert, were you engaged in 'boxing' as I would call it, with +Mr. Bronsdale for almost the last two hours ?" + + "Yes sir." + + "And yet, you don't credit your poor marksmanship to that ?" + + "No sir." + + "Why ?" + + "Sir, I have been boxing for years now, if I thought that it would +affect my aim with a phaser, than I would have stopped one or the other +long ago." + + Meede nodded. He barked. + + "Mr. Bronsdale, the FIRST rule of being a good security officer, +is that a GOOD security officer makes no excuses. For the next week, +you will be in here at 0430 practicing your aim AFTER you have +excercised for at least 1.5 hours. Your own statement seems to imply, +that you are having a hard time with accuracy after exertion.. This is +NOT good for a security officer, I might forgive this if you were a +blue-shirt, but I won't stand for it in any of my security officers." + Meede was riding the young men hard, and he knew it. + + Mr. Albert, the SECOND rule for being a good security officer is +to be able to perform under ANY circumstance. For the next week, you +will be relegated to .5 hours EXTRA P.T. per day as well as 1 hour +EXTRA of phaser practice. + + Any Questions ?" + + Meede looked over the two Midshipmen. + + "Dismissed." + + Meede watched as they exited. Then he himself left, and went to +the security station. There he began looking through his records for +information about each of his 'elite' squad. + 'ALWAYS KNOW WHO IS WATCHING YOUR BACK' he thought, as he +paged through the datafiles. + +...... + + + On the bridge of the Delphi, Percivale Malory was slumped in +his chair. His first officer, and main sensor operator had been +working solidly for almost 4 hours now, and it had been over two hours +since the ship had re-established warp speed. The ship was currently +cruising at warp factor four, and each successive engine 'refinement' +by Engineer Korn had taken less time. + Malory had already acclimated himself to the bridge and sat +reviewing ships specifications on his personal console as the +Delphi continued towards Starbase 89. + + "Look, there and there", Assali was talking quietly to Lt. T'irna +as he gestured towards the display. + "What do you make of those readings Lt. ?" + + "Well sir, it looks like a large gap in our sensor readings." + + "Exactly. I think we may have found our anomaly." + + "Sir ?" + + "Well Lt., as the ships speeds up and rides along on its warp +field, our sensors are getting cluttered by fluctuations in the field +itself. You'll notice that the forward sensors are functioning fine +at all times, and that the sensors which 'malfunction' are the ones +which overlook the nacelle." + + "This idea does fit the data. I suggest that we use a shuttle to +maneuver behind us so that we may determine if we do have a 'sensor hole'." + + "Agreed. And good work Lt. + Captain ..." + + Malory turned and faced his first officer. + + "We think we may have found the cause of the anomolous sensor +readings. Lt. T'irna and I feel that the readings are flawed due to the +presence of the warp field, which adversely affects the rear sensors. +In effect, what happens is that when we have a ship on long range +scan, and the warp field gets in between the ship and the Delphi, we +effectively lose the ship from our sensors." + + Malory sat calmly in his chair. Assali watched as his Captain's +gaze grew slightly unfocused and then appeared to re-converge. + + "Good work, both of you. Now, we need to find out what type of +liability this is.... + Mr. Assali, I think that you should take a shuttle out, and try +to 'ride' in our 'blind spot'. That should give us a fair idea of what +we are dealing with." + + "Yes sir, on my way." Assali turned and began walking towards +the turbo-lift. + + "Mr. Assali, I would recommend that you wait for a time yet. +You and the Lt. have been working continuously for a long enough period +of time now that your senses may be slightly dulled. Aside from that, +you look like you need a break, and we aren't setting any speed records +on our way to the Starbase. Mr. Qhasmon, I think that you have +been at your post continuously also. Take a break. I'll expect +you, Mr. Assali, and Ms. T'irna on the bridge in 3 hours." + + Malory noted that T'irna's eyebrows arched for a moment. + + "I can call you Mr. T'irna, but I have always felt that removing +the gender from titles was a big mistake...." + + "I have no problem with that Captain." T'irna rose and left, as +did Assali. + + "Well, Mr. Qhasmon....." + + X'anfrey Qhasmon rose from his position, he contemplated telling +his Captain about the time that he had 'flown' through a mine field for +over 23 hours, but decided against it. + + "Yes Captain. On my way." + + Malory watched as Qhasmon entered the turbo-lift, his antennae +quivering slightly. An ensign reported to the bridge and took his position. +Malory eased back in his chair, the leather really was very comfortable. + + +...... + + + X'anfrey Qhasmon entered his cabin. The rooms were all totally +dark. He left the lighting level at its current level, and walked to his +viewport. It was round and small, more like a porthole than a viewport. +X'anfrey turned again, and strode back to his chair in front of his computer +He had only been awake for 22 hours now. He was still used to the 35 +hour stretches that he worked on while Helmsman for the Argo. + He stood before his computer. Rather than using the voice feature, +he used a small console. The room was totally dark and quiet, save +for a soft tapping of fingers against a console, and dancing lights +produced by a display screen. + Qhasmon tapped away at his console. Images and views of the +ship danced before his eyes at an alarming rate of speed. He +studied the ship from almost every conceivable orientation and attitude. +Seconds passed into minutes as his eyes accepted input. After 20 +minutes he stopped abruptly. He disengaged his program and rose from +his chair. + He strode to his small viewport as if to look out, but his eyes +were closed. He stood. Again seconds passed into minutes as he held +his position. Then he walked over towards his replicator. With a +barely audible voice he spoke. + + + "Computer. Create replica to scale of exterior modeling of this +ship. Length, 14 centimeters. Detatchable pedestal." + + He paused as the computer and replicator worked, and he watched +as the model formed. He took it from its place and held it. His hands +coursed over it and again, he viewed it in all of its orientations. +He held it for a moment longer and then placed it on its pedestal. +He moved his replica to a small shelf. He placed it beside a 12 cm long +model of the Argo, his first ship to serve on as helmsman. + + Qhasmon stood before his viewport, with eyes closed and +hands clasped behind his back, he waited. + + + +...... + + + + Eleyasan T'irna lay on her bed. Images formed before her, +great rivers of fire crept along the ground, only to cascade down the +side of a great cliff. Twin moons watched as spires of rock rose from +the ground. + + 'ENOUGH !' + + She awoke with a start, a cold feeling in her stomach. She sat +on the edge of her bed, her hand rubbing the base of her neck, her body +drenched in a cool sweat. + + 'CALM. + RELAX. + BREATHE.' + + Slowly, she lay back down. Her breaths gradually became longer +and deeper. With careful concentration, she focused her mind on her +body. Starting at her feet, she concentrated on every muscle group, +relaxing them. Her body was so still that it could have been mistaken +for that of a corpse. She meditated. Her mind now empty of all thought +even that which had been used to relax her muscles. + + + She stood on a black plane, her eyes straining to peer into the +darkness. She knew that the robe she was wearing was red, although +that too was invisible to her. She waved her hand before her face, +seeing nothing. Her ears pulled in sounds, or, more precisely, the +absence of sound, and the roar was deafening. All sensory input +was gone. + + She was at peace. + She drifted into an endless void of nothingness. + + Currents moved and she felt coolness creep up her legs, +a light breeze playing softly. Gradually, she perceived a barely +audible sound of air moving. A grey mist registered to her eyes, +and she embraced it. + + She opened her eyes. She was in her room, on the Delphi. +She looked at her chronometer. She had been in trance for nearly +2 hours. She rose and donned her uniform. She exited her quarters, +departing for the bridge. Her experience behind her. + + +..... + + + Stephen Korn gave a final look at some of his engine +readouts, and gave a slight smile. He turned his head and addressed +his crew of ensign engineers. + + "Mr. Moreau, Donoha, and Tselda, good work. You may go off duty +now. I think that everything is quite in order, at least, for the time +being." + + Korn gazed about his engine room. Everything was now well-ordered +and he had looked over all of the schematics that star-fleet had failed +to provide earlier. He strode over to his small office, which was integrated +into main engineering. As he sat in his chair, his thoughts pursued a mental +checklist. He gave his engineering crew a quick mental evaluation and +decided that they were at a tolerable level of proficiency. + + 'MAYBE NOW, I WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT INCOMPETENTS RUNNING +AROUND IN ENGINEERING.' + + He finished his checklist and began looking into the extra +energy usage required by the ships replicators..... + + +..... + + + "Well, Mr. Penthrach, exactly what position did you hold while +aboard the Dante ?" + + Malory was still slouched in his Captain's chair, as he had been +for the past two hours . He had made 'small talk' with some of the +ensigns as well as his communications officer, but still was restless. + + Penthrach half-turned in his chair. + + "Well, Sir. Actually, I was secondary communications officer aboard +the Dante. I specialized in various forms of cryptography rather than +communications as such." + + "Ahh, I see. I assume that you still have the core requirements +satisfied for being a full-status comm officer though." + + "Of course Captain. It's just rather than taking extra Comm courses +I opted for the cryptography option, while at the Academy." + + "Very interesting. Did you learn how to make that delicious pie +while on the Dante as well ?" + + The ensign who currently sat at the helm shook her head. +The Academy had never discussed what common bridge discussions were about. + + "Actually sir, Cooking is somewhat a hobby of mine. While the +replicator can make things, it cannot add the 'extras' which make a +meal truly delectable. In fact ..." + + Malory watched as Penthrach quickly turned around again and +monitored something on his panel, he raised an old-style earpiece +to his ear and listened intently. Penthrach turned around again and +faced Malory. + + "Sir, a small mining ship in the antillian asteroid belt +sent out a distress call. A federation cargo ship was nearby and they +are responding.... + Evidently, one of the Captain's knows enough to bounce the message +off of a nearby subspace beacon, you would almost think that this message +is for us, Sir. I can signal them to let them know that we are able to +respond as well, if you wish...." + + Malory paused. + "Ensign, do you have a fix on the coordinates that the call +came from ?" + + Ensign Galaden looked at her console. She was happy to be +second helmsman aboard the Delphi, and had been trying to impress +the Captain while he was on the bridge. She frowned at her readings. + + "I don't have a definite fix sir, but I can plot an accurate +course, that will take us to them sir." + + "How long would it take us to reach those co-ordinates at warp +factor 6?" + + The ensign computed. + "15.7 hours Captain. It is rather far away." + + "And the distance from those co-ordinates to Starbase 89 ?" + + The ensign paused and utilised some of the touch-sensitive pads. + + "164.6 light years." + + Malory concentrated for a moment. + + "Mr. Penthrach, send a message to StarBase 89, make sure that they +are aprised of the situation. Ensign Gladden, plot a course towards the +ships, but maintain current speed. Let's see if the other ship can +lend enough assistance, unaided." + + Malory watched as Penthrach turned again and then faced back again. + + "Sir, Starbase 89 has just informed me that the other cargo ship +has stated that it can lend the necessary assistance." + + "O.k. log the report, and lets continue on then. Helm, maintain +current speed of warp 4 and alter heading again for Starbase 89." + + Malory shrugged and eased back into his chair. + + He patched himself through to main Engineering. + + "Mr. Korn." + + "Yes Captain," Korn replied. + + "Are your engines ready for some warp speed maneuvers? ". + + "Yes sir, I have finished all engine modifications. +I would recommend that you not exceed warp 7 since that is the +last truly 'stable' warp speed for this vessel. For future reference, +however, I think that I can get the engine to perform at warp 8. +Beyond warp 7.5 we begin to lose stability and run the risk of +reactor core damage as well as dilithium de-crystalization. It's hard to +tell right now, but I should be able to evaluate the engine better in +the future. This is a somewhat new design, and it just takes time to +see if it matches its specs or not." + + "Very well, then, we shall be initiating maneuvering tests +shortly." + + Malory closed the channel and glanced at his chronometer. + + *vhoosh* + + The turbolift door opened and almost as one, his first officer, +helmsman, and primary sensor operator stepped out. Each walked to their +respective posts. + + Malory rose and walked to the front of the bridge, then he +turned so that he could face everyone. + + "Alright. Here's the plan. Mr. Assali, you take a shuttle +out and get in a position behind us corresponding to the 'hole'. +Then, translate in small concentric orbits so that we may define the +exact size of this hole. After we have done that, I want you to do +your best to stay in that hole. Mr. Qhasmon I want you to try and +keep Mr. Assali in sensor view. Questions ?" + + Penthrach responded. + "Sir, I don't think that it is possible for a ship of this size to +outmaneuver a shuttle..." + + Malory watched as Qhasmon's antennae twittered for an instant. + + "Yes, Mr. Penthrach, our goal is to see if we can get the +shuttle out of the blind spot into a position from which we may fire +upon it. Thus simulating (hopefully) a semi-combat situation. If we can +keep a shuttle in sensor view, then we should have no trouble keeping +a larger vessel in view. If there are no more questions then lets begin." + + Malory returned to his seat as Assali left the bridge. + + "Mr. Qhasmon, ease back to warp 1.4 ." + + "Yes sir, warp factor 1.4 confirmed." The andorian replied. + + Malory stared out at the expanse of stars filling the +forward viewscreen. + + "Captain, shuttle bay 1 reports that Mr. Assali has now departed +the Delphi." Penthrach added. + + Malory eased back into his chair, eyes alight with anticipation. He +glanced quickly at his console. + + "Captain", Qhasmon began, "we have defined a perimeter." + + "Confirmed, Captain. ORACLE has an Alagarn-symmetric splined +curve defining the perimeter. ORACLE has transferred all necessary +information to the helm." + + 'VERY COOL', Malory thought, as Lt. T'irna gave her report. + + "Very well. Mr. Penthrach, open a channel with the shuttle." + + "Communications open. Audio only." + + Malory smiled. + + "Cmmdr. Assali, prepare for tactical maneuvers." + + "Yes sir, take your best shot ...." Assali's voice replied. + + Malory folded his hands. + 'THIS WOULD BE FUN.... + BUT I'D BETTER SEE JUST WHAT MR. QHASMON CAN DO ....' he thought. + + "Mr. Qhasmon, Helm's discretion. Co-ordinate with ORACLE. I'll +watch this one through." + + "Very good sir." + + + X'anfrey Qhasmon looked at his instrumentation. The shuttle was +definitely in the blind spot now, since he had no read on it. + + From his position "below" and aft of the Delphi, Assali watched as +the larger ship performed an unexpected turn, going +Z. Assali punched the +engines in an attempt to re-aquire the 'hole' while staying out of the +phaser arcs. + + Malory peered at his console. It indicated that Assali was +in sensor arc, but not phaser arc. Malory still enjoyed the +unorthodox maneuver of Qhasmon. + + Qhasmon watched as the shuttle slipped back off of his displays. +He performed a 45 degree y-rotation with a 70 degree x translation. +In effect, the ship 'skidded' on its side. Assali was quick however, +and managed to stay behind the larger ship. + + Assali gaped as he watched the Delphi move from a position +directly in front and above him, to one of directly in front yet +parallel to him. He eased the shuttle back into the 'blind spot'. +Still, the maneuver was totally unexpected and almost caught him +unawares. If it had not been for the shuttle's superior maneuverability, +Assali felt sure that he would have been caught. + + Qhasmon eased the Delphi into a slow rotation. + + Assali held relative position as he watched the Delphi turn. +He felt that Qhasmon must have something up his sleeve. This was a +standard maneuver. + + Assali reversed engines and dropped back behind the ship. + + This time Assali was prepared as the Delphi banked abruptly, +he used the shuttle's size and maneuverability to hold the position. + + Qhasmon pulled the Delphi into a direct X vectored course. + + Assali pulled up in pursuit of the Delphi. He quickly adjusted +as the Delphi rolled on its side. He failed to adjust fully for the +surprise axial rotation, as the Delphi brought its sensors to bear, but +was still unable to place the shuttle into its phaser arcs. + + Malory watched as his helmsman's entire hands and arms moved. +He was apparently doing something much more than the leisurely counter +Y turn. + + Malory clutched his chair as the inertial compensators failed +to react quickly enough. It was a surprise move nonetheless. + + Assali looked on with shock as he stared head to head with +the Delphi. He had never seen a ship careen like that and stabilize so +quickly. Even if he had been prepared, he didn't think that he could have +stayed in the blind-spot or even out of the Delphi's phaser arcs.... +He shook his head for a moment and rubbed his eyes, they were not +deceiving him. Assali acknowledged his being targetted. + + "Shuttle to Delphi. Good work, I'm coming back in." + + Assali sighed to himself as he established shuttle bay trajectory. + + 'NOW THERE, IS A GOOD HELMSMAN.' + +...... + + Stephen Korn's voice rang through the intraship communication +patch between the bridge and main engineering. + + "Captain ! What type of stunts were you trying to pull ? Don't +you know the dangers of superimposing the impulse field with the +warp field in that manner ? I mean really ...... + + "Lt. Korn. I must know the capabilities of this vessel, as well +as its overall readiness. Remember, that this ship is not run by a +committee. Now, if you don't have any problems to report. I must get +back to evaluations." + + Malory listened to a flabbergasted pause. + + "Korn out." + + Malory gazed around at his bridge. Qhasmon was unchanged in +appearance, whereas Penthrach was breathing heavily. T'irna looked +slightly startled. Malory grinned. + + "Good flying Mr. Qhasmon. Resume course. Increase to warp factor 5." + + Malory paused. + + "Lt. T'irna, you have the bridge. Mr. Qhasmon, I would like +to speak with you in my ready-room. Lt., inform Mr. Assali to join us +as soon as he arrives on the bridge." + + Malory rose and went to his ready-room, Qhasmon behind him. + + + X'anfrey Qhasmon stood as his Captain walked around his +small table and then casually sat on the edge. He felt sure that the +Captain would reprimand him for pulling such a maneuver. With hindsight, +Qhasmon decided that he really should have warned the Captain first, even +though he was sure that the chance for ship damage was negligible. + + "Mr. Qhasmon, that was a very unorthodox piece of piloting just now... +Tell me, did you do that when you were at the helm of the Argo ?" + + "No sir." + + "Not to tell you your duties then, but WHY did you attempt that +with the Delphi then ? Heck, I'm not even sure exactly what you did !" + + "Well sir, first let me explain why I never performed that +maneuver with the Argo. While on the Argo, I never had a need for it, +also, the Argo was not especially designed to handle something like that. +Moreover, pulling a high-energy maneuver like that in a minefield is +inviting suicide. + What I did was actually rather simple, although it is rarely +taught or mentioned at the Academy. I kept our warp field stable and used +a calculated impulse field to quickly change our orientation and then +'balance' us. Most ships don't have their impulse and Warp drives +located in such a way that makes the maneuver feasible. This ship, +however, does." + + "What was the chance of damage to this ship when you performed +that maneuver, Mr. Qhasmon ?" + + "During my break, I examined the ship, and calculated the +chance of damage at the integral warp speeds. At warp 2 the chance +of damage would have been about 5%, at warp 1, about 1%." + + "Well, I agree with you that less than 5% is negligible under +a tense situation, but this was not a tense situation. We have to +be constantly looking between the 'big' and 'little' pictures of things. +StarFleet would have both of us if we had managed to break the ship down +so soon. + As Captain, it is my perrogative to decide what is acceptable +and not. *NOT* yours. + Still, I'm not reprimanding you or anything silly like that, you +performed an excellent maneuver." + + *vhoosh* + + The door opened and Assali strode in. + + "Yes Captain ?" Assali spoke. + + "Mr. Assali, what did you think of Mr. Qhasmon's maneuver ?" + + "Sir, quite frankly, it was some of the best maneuvering that I have +ever witnessed. How did you do it ?" + + "Sir, it was simply a matter ..." + + Malory cut in. "Mr. Qhasmon may tell you about it later. +I just wanted to let you both know that you did a good job. Mr. Qhasmon, +you may go about your duties now, although I do expect a full report on +the tests and what your thoughts are of the ship maneuverability and such. +Dismissed." + + Malory watched as Qhasmon exited, then he turned to face his now +seated first officer. + + "Mr. Assali, what do you think as to the preparedness of this +ship and crew now ?" + + "Sir, I think that we are really ready for some actual duty. +During my break, I spoke with Security Chief Meede, and he has been +working on training a good core of security officers. These should +prove useful when we do some exploration, as well other circumstance. +Similarly, Korn has finished with his engine modifications. I think we +are ready." + + "Good. I agree. We will be picking up our ORACLE 2 operator +at the Starbase, as well as getting some more specific mission assignments +from Rear Admiral Hrgon at the Starbase." + + "Hrgon ? Wasn't he in charge of a new ship-class ... Turpitz class +I believe." + + "Yes, it is now called something else, but yes, he's the one. +He has his flagship at the StarBase, and has supposedly fully tested it. +Anyway, before we get to the StarBase, there is something I want you +and Meede to ponder over and start working on. Since this ship appears, for +all intents and purposes, to be a Pentalia-class vessel, I think that we can +capitalize on that in a combat situation. Here is what I thought of while you +you and Qhasmon were performing you little ship-dance ...." + +..... + + The Delphi slowly cruised in towards StarBase 89. + + "Helm, slow to one half impulse, move us in." + + The Delphi docked alongside the large Starbase. + + Admiral Hrgon looked out of a StarBase viewport as the Delphi +slowly docked. + + 'SO THAT IS WHAT THE NEW DELPHI-CLASS IS LIKE .... LOOKS JUST +LIKE A PENTALIA FROM HERE. I'D BETTER MEET WITH MALORY SOON.......' + +..... +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 3 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:55:28 GMT +Lines: 1125 + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 3 + +"Trials" + + + + + Commander V'hozen stood before his personal message +station, preparing to receive a high priority message from +Romulan High Command. He entered his personal access code +and waited. A momentary pause ensued as his transmission was decoded. + + V'hozen looked at the picture of the high command chamber. +It was a dimly lit octagonal room, with walls shrouded in shadows. +From his memory, he placed the appropriate wall murals on each wall. +His mind lingered on his favorite, the spectacular lava falls of +Romulus. The high command chamber had always been shrouded in secrecy +and mystery, these murals were an attribute to that, as there had never +been record of their creation. From nowhere visible on his screen, a +voice began to speak. + + "Commander V'hozen. We have reports that the Federation is +deploying a new starship class along the neutral zone. The first +ship of this new class is already near the neutral zone. You +shall evaluate the effectiveness of this vessel, it is called, the +Delphi. IF it remains in service long enough and is deemed a hindrance, +you may have to deal with it. + You shall proceed at top stealth speed towards the Delphi. +We would not want it to get in the way of our new strategic initiative +in that sector.... All data on the ship will soon be in your vessel's +computers. You shall confirm our information and provide additional data. +We must know what type of hindrance this may cause in our greater goal. + For the empire ...." + + The image of the High Command chamber faded from his viewscreen. + + V'hozen paused a moment, and then returned to his bridge. + + "Engage cloaking device, new course ......." + + In the inky blackness of space, the Zha'sa wavered and +disappeared, on its way towards the neutral zone ... + + +...... + + + "Mr. Penthrach, inform Dr. Mayak that she may begin taking +on her additional medical supplies. Inform the crew that we will not +have any shore leave here, since we haven't been in space THAT long, +and since we don't plan on staying here too long." + + Malory took another quick glance at his Captain's console. +The Delphi had just completed docking procedures. Malory noted that +Security Chief Meede had already positioned security officers in +appropriate positions and was running security checks on all +equipment being brought on board. + + "Captain, Admiral Hrgon wishes to speak with you, he is on a +secure channel." + + Malory turned to the voice of his communications officer. + 'A SECURE CHANNEL AT STARBASE ...' + + "Right. Mr. Penthrach, I'll take it in my ready-room. + Mr. Assali you have the bridge, Ms. T'irna, our Oracle 2 +operator should be reporting soon, see that he gets adjusted with dispatch." + + Malory rose and walked into his ready room. + + His private view-screen held the face of Admiral Hrgon. + + Malory looked at the Admiral's countenance. Hrgon was a Tellarian, +and, as such, was shorter and stouter than the typical human. His nose +was almost pig-like, with a slight upturning, and bushy grey-white +eyebrows rimmed his dark eyes. A similarly groomed goatee adorned the +lower half of his face. Malory wondered at the necessity of having a +secure channel at a Starbase. + + "Captain Malory," the low and 'gargly' voice started, +"You shall come aboard the Starbase. We have many plans to +discuss. I will inform you about current strategic priorities. +Our meetings will be of highest security protocol. You will be +engaged for the rest of the day. Report to the Briefing Room Cygni. + Hrgon out." + + Malory stared at the monitor blankly after the view faded. + "Good day to you too sir", he mumbled, shaking his head. + + 'MEETINGS FOR HOURS ..... UGH ...... STILL, A VERY +NECESSARY HAZARD. HRGON WAS ONE OF THE FIRST NON-HUMANS TO REACH +THE RANK OF REAR-ADMIRAL. + AT LEAST HE WORKED HIS WAY UP THROUGH THE RANKS, RATHER THAN +SOME BUTTON-PUSHER. + + HE SEEMED AWFULLY ANTSE THOUGH. I HAD BETTER KEEP SECURITY UP.' + + Malory rubbed his face. He sat on the edge of his table and +used his communicator. + + "Mr. Penthrach, please send in Cmmdr Assali." + + "Yes sir." + + A moment later, Assali entered. + + *vhoosh* the door closed behind him. + + "Yes Captain ?" + + "Mr. Assali, you will be in command of the ship for the better +part of the day. I will be meeting with Admiral Hrgon and will be +unavailable for contact. I surmised from my conversation with him, that +the admiral is overly concerned about security at present. + Keep a sharp eye out." + + "Yes sir." + + "Dismissed." + + Malory left his ready room and went to his room. After +looking at his chessboards for a moment, Malory grabbed his Personal +Access Display Device (PADD), straightened his uniform and exited. + + At transporter room 1, Malory met Garin Meede. + + "Lt. I'll be departing ship for the starbase, Commander Assali +is in command for the moment. Inform him as soon as our new Oracle 2 +operator arrives. How is your 'other' work coming ?" + + "It is coming along well sir, The Commander and I should have +the project completed within a day or so. + As far as this stop goes sir, I will be continuing security +screenings of all incoming equipment and personnel." + + "Very good. " + + Malory's eyebrows furrowed for an instant in thought. + + "..And Lieutenant, why don't you run your personnel through some +drills, simulating conditions as if we were at a port with unknown +loyalties. + I won't belabor details, you know well what that entails." + + "Yes sir, the drills will do them good." + + Malory watched as Meede walked around to the transporter +console. + + "Engage." + + +..... + + Ensign Zalvosta sat at her post in Ship's security. She +received the communication from Chief Meede. + + "Ensign, inform all security personnel that we will be +at amber security status. All of you should know what that means +and what measures to take. + Meede out." + + The Ensign didn't pause to wonder, even though she was tired of +all of the drills, she knew that any hesitation would be noted somehow +by Chief Meede, whether he was present or not !! She relayed the message +to all active security personnel. + Next, she began her work. At condition Amber, she was to monitor +all communications between the ship and the exterior universe. She +stretched her arms, and gazed at her console. She sat at attention since +Meere was already known for 'dropping in' to observe security personnel, +particularly those who were in his security core, and Zalvosta qualified +as one of these 'priveleged few'. + +...... + + + Malory materialized on a transporter pad on the Starbase, where +he was promptly met by a young lady. Malory gazed at the green-eyed, +blond haired beauty, a slight smile playing on his lips. + + "Captain Malory I presume ? I am Commander Elayne Hause. +Follow me, the admiral has been expecting you." + + Malory followed (he would have probably been tempted to follow +her anyway), as they walked through the corridors of the Starbase until +they came before Briefing room Cygni. By the end of the walk, he +had come to the conclusion that the uniform did not quite do the +Commander justice. + + Malory waited as a retina scan was performed, and then he entered. + + Admiral Hrgon was seated, looking out from a large 'window'. +A small clear goblet was in his left hand, a darkish red substance +was contained therein. He appeared to be calmly staring out of the +viewport. + + Malory was able to glance out the viewport as well, his ship was what +lay beyond. He gazed at it, the smooth rounded saucer section held +just a trace of ellipticity. Four 'struts' held the single warp nacelle +below the ship. The struts were angled compared to the hull and +consequently, the nacelle 'head' was almost a quarter-way underneath +the ship, while the rear extended well out from below the saucer. + + + The Admiral turned and faced Malory. + + "Captain Malory, good. We have much to discuss ...." he said, +with a slight swirl of his goblet. + +...... + + In the rec room of the Delphi, Assali and Meede jogged around a +semi-circular track. They had been at it for almost an hour, as part +of their "off hour" while on duty. As they were finishing their 42nd lap, a +yeoman sprinted up to them. + "Sir !! Sir !!, Mr. Penthrach has something for you. He +said it was urgent." + + Assali angled away from the track and sprinted to the nearest +comm panel. Meanwhile, Meede began to divest himself from his special suit. +It was not standard issue, and applied constant pressure to him, thus +helping to simulate the environment of his homeworld, and keeping his +muscles in condition for that environment. + + "Assali here. Report Mr. Penthrach." + + "Penthrach here sir. Yesterday, a cargo ship sent +out a distress call in the Antillian asteroid belt. Another ship responded. +Neither ship has been heard from since. It is feared that both ships +may have been damaged in the asteroid belt. StarFleet wants to begin +a search immediately." + + Assali thought for a moment, a rivulet of sweat ran down his +forehead. + + "Mr. Penthrach, inform all personnel that we will be joining the +search. As soon as possible, have Mr. Qhasmon set course for the asteroid +belt. Speed.... Warp 6. I will be on the bridge shortly." + + Assali turned and faced Meede. + + "Lt. prepare your security teams, we may need to do some EVA. +Join me on the bridge as soon as you are able." + + + Yeoman Bronsdale was the 'fortunate' one as Meede barked +out a series of orders and then promptly left. Bronsdale relayed the +orders to the other members of the security team. Meanwhile, he +and Yeoman Albert went to the transporter room and began donning +the the large, bulky EVA outfits. + + +.... + + + *vhoosh* + + First Officer Assali stepped out of the turbo-lift and onto the +bridge. He was somewhat surprised that Lt. Meede was already there, in a +clean uniform, at the tactical station. Assali also quickly noted that there +was now a figure seated at the Oracle 2 operator position. + Assali looked closer as he walked down the ramp to take up +the Captain's chair. The figure almost leapt from the position. + + "Lt. Will O'bourne reporting for duty sir !" + + Assali looked over the red-haired figure. He had a slightly +high and cracked voice, and stood about 5'8" in height. Assali caught +the hint of light freckles. He also noted from the uniform that O'bourne +was a junior grade lieutenant. + + "Very well Lt. Now Resume your position. + Lt. T'irna, have long range sweeps with ORACLE turned up anything +yet ?" + + "No sir. While the asteroid belt does have large concentrations +of various metals and such, I am scanning no active subspace fields. +We are still out of range for a detailed analysis." + + "Mr. Qhasmon, how long until we reach the co-ordinates?" + + "At present speed, 15 minutes." + + Assali eased back into the Captain's chair, beads of sweat +lined his forehead. + + "Mr. Penthrach, are any other vessels responding ?" + + "Yes sir, there was a nebulae-class vessel en route to the starbase +which will arrive at the co-ordinates about 5 minutes after us. The ship is +the ... Saracen. Captain Tziyn Orgl commanding." + + "Good." + + "Sir, I have something. Scanning the asteroid belt, I have +4 large duranium concentrations....No discernible power signatures yet +though." + + Assali thought for a moment and smiled. + + "Let me see a tactical....." + + Assali looked at the formation. There were two large signatures +in a central location. In roughly the same plane, the 2 signatures were +flanked by two other signatures. + + "Mr. Penthrach, send a coded message to Captain Orgl, inform +him of the duranium concentration locations. Tell him to follow us closely +in our wake." + + "Sir, actually, it is a she, but I will relay the message." + + "Go to Yellow Alert. + Mr. Meede, prepare to raise shields to full and energize phasers. + Mr. Qhasmon, how fast can we navigate through the belt ?" + + Qhasmon answered,"according to regulation, 1/4 impulse is +recommended. Looking at the layout though, I would think that one half +impulse should have a low risk of damage. If need be, I believe that I can +maneuver at 3/4 impulse." + + Lt. T'irna also spoke,"Sir, now that we are out of warp and in this +proximity, full scans with ORACLE, show the sizes of the vessels. The central +vessels are definitely the cargo ships. The other vessels ... I am getting +minimal power readings from those two, apparently, they are simply +'powered down' for the moment. They are not Federation..... " + + Assali looked at the display. + "You're right, they're Ferengi." Assali whirled, "Mr. O'bourne, +look up the typical sensor wavelengths of Ferengi passive and active +sensors, then, use ORACLE to broadcast a shifted wavelength +to match theirs..." + + The young Lt. 's fingers moved furiously and frantically. +He ran his hands through his hair and continued. His brow furrowed +with concentration, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. + + "Y-yes sir, we have ORACLE broadcasting the phase shifted +sensor waves." + + + "Good job. Mr. Meede, raise shields to full status, arm all phasers. + Mr. Penthrach, inform the Saracen that there are two Ferengi ships. +They seem to be assuming an ambush posture. Let the Captain know that the +Ferengi seem to be unaware of our presence. You needn't mention ORACLE +however. We will take the one at 45 mark 10, have the Saracen get the other. + + Go to Red Alert. + + Mr. O'bourne, keep our sensor umbrella up. + Helm, take us to the 45 mark 10. one half impulse. + Mr. Penthrach, hail the Ferengi vessel, inform them to remain +AS IS, inquire as to their intents. + Mr. Meede, target their engines and shield generators." + + "Sir, Ferengi vessel powering up, not answering hails." Olgin +Penthrach was glancing from his panel to the main viewscreen. + + Assali wiped sweat from his forehead. + + "Mr. Meede, fire." + + Meede smiled as he saw that he was in position to fire all +four phaser banks. 4 beams of light erupted from the Delphi, striking +the Ferengi vessel, before it could fully energize its shields. Both the +forward and rear shield generators were knocked out, as well as the +warp drive. There appeared to be minimal other damage. + + "Good shooting Mr. Meede. Mr. Penthrach, inform the vessel to prepare +for surrender. Mr. Meede have boarding parties ready." + + Qhasmon quickly spoke. + + "They are trying to engage their impulse drive, they are +attempting to flee at 1/2 impulse." + + "Pursue them, re-aquire optimum phaser range, as fast as you can +Mr. Qhasmon." + + "Yes sir, 3/4 impulse confirmed." + + Penthrach gaped and looked at Qhasmon and the viewscreen. + + "At the speed we'll surely hit an asteroid ...." + + A snarl escaped Qhasmon's lips and he glared at Penthrach +for an instant. + + + + + *K-PLOW* + + + + + A brilliant flash of light illuminated the forward viewscreen, +the Delphi lurched under the shock wave of energy and particles. + + X'anfrey Qhasmon looked at his displays, he angled the ship slightly +so that it would take less of the brunt of the blast. His sensors informed +him that the Ferengi vessel apparently collided with an asteroid. The +Delphi's shields had received only minor damage. + + + Qhasmon faced Penthrach, eyes ablaze, his voice a controlled +hiss. + + "IF you are ever so foolish again I will ......." + + "Sirs." Garin Meede stood between the two positions. + + Qhasmon looked at Meede, Meede stared back. + + Tension mounted. + + Qhasmon thought that he saw a flicker of recognition in Meede's eyes. +Qhasmon eased down. + + "Commander Assali", Qhasmon resumed, voice returning to its typical +level, "shall we rendez-vous with the Saracen ?" + + Assali looked at his read-outs. + "Lt. T'irna, O'bourne, is ORACLE picking up any signs of life.... +Is there any chance that any of them could have survived ? " + + "No sir ORACLE reports no life forms." T'irna replied in a +level voice. + + Assali noted that O'bourne was still gaping at the viewscreen. +O'bourne shook his head and began to look at his displays again. + + "Yes. Mr. Qhasmon, one quarter impulse. + Mr. Penthrach, any report from the Saracen ?" + + Penthrach listened to his ear-piece. + + "Yes sir, evidently, the Ferengi had hostages and jettisoned them. +The Saracen stopped to pick up the hostages before their minimal life +support ran out. Apparently, the other ship 'got away'. + Sir, Mr. Korn requests a communication." + + Assali sighed. + "Put him on." + + "Captain ... Am I to believe that we were traveling faster +than one quarter impulse IN AN ASTEROID FIELD !!! Regulations clearly +state that ..." + + "Mr. Korn, the Captain is at the Starbase, this is +Assali. I am *WELL* informed on the regulations. Regulations also say that +the commanding officer of a vessel may be somewhat flexible depending +upon the situation." + + "Well .... Hmph .... You're lucky that our shields held during +that explosion ....." + + "Mr. Korn, one of the main purposes of shields is to protect us +from explosions such as that. I would hate to think that we trust our +equipment that may be faulty. Now, if you have no more complaints..... +Good, Assali out." + + Assali felt that he had one a major victory. + + "Sir." Helmsman Qhasmon spoke. + "We are at station with the Saracen." + + "Sir, ORACLE is confirming that their are no other ex-hostages +still in space. We are only reading large amounts of scattered metallic +debris. " Lt. T'irna added. + + Assali looked on at the nebulae-class ship. + + "Mr. Penthrach, hail the Saracen. Let's see if we can find out what +this was all about." + + +......... + + + "Captain. We are still rebuilding the fleet from the *IYOPIA* +decision at Wolf-359. We can not afford to lose more at present. +We now have few ships out here because of the lowered fleet strength. +Here on the edge, near the Neutral Zone. + There are 4 ships to patrol the Neutral Zone Border now : the +Gallant, Delphi, Saracen, and, the Fangorn. The Saracen is en route. +The Gallant is on patrol. You are being briefed so your ship may soon +go on patrol. I will soon outline to you our defensive posture. + Do you have any questions before I begin in earnest ?" + + "Yes Admiral. What style of ship is Fangorn ?" + + "It is a dedicated battleship. Using a spare galaxy class frame, +I had modifications made to the saucer. The basic frame was also changed. +Similarly engine power was re-routed. Now, more power can be +allocated to shields and weapons. Speed and longevity are lost. + The 'saucer' is angular to allow for some improved firing arcs. +Actually, the 'saucer' is very triangular in shape. + As an aside, it mounts 5 forward photon launchers. It mounts +2 rear-mounted. The main deflector was augmented. It can channel its +energy as a weapon now. The ship has 7 phaser platforms. The Gallant +is a slightly modified Excelsior class ship, and the Saracen is a +Nebulae. + + Malory watched as the Tellarian equivalent of a smile crossed +the Admiral's face. Malory was impressed with the arsenal of the +Admiral's battleship, but thought that the number of ships on the border +was dreadfully inadequate. + + "My primary tactical officer is twittering to test out the ship +in an actual battle. I think that the ship will serve more as a deterrent +however." The Admiral huffed. + + Malory simply nodded. + + "Now Captain, in order to better assess our situation, I need +to know about your ship. It's construction was kept very secret. +While it was being built, all of my inquiries were 'forgotten'. +I am under the impression, though, that it is a new destroyer-class. +A few days ago, I contacted StarFleet Command again. They informed me +that you would be able to brief me yourself. They didn't want to send out +very much over subspace." + + + Malory thought for a moment. + + + "Well sir, actually the ship is on a slightly modified destroyer +hull. The primary purpose of the ship is to work as a long-range detection +vessel, a scout. I have limited armaments, consisting of only four phaser +banks, with no photon torpedoes. As I understand it, the hopes for the +vessel are that it will be able to detect cloaked ships. + Also, with my first officer, we have decided that we should be +able to block other ships' sensors and scanners, and, in fact, be able +to give their sensors some false information, depending on how much we +know about their sensor system. + We have already implemented this. Although we have not been able +to test it since that is the primary function of the duty station +which was just now filled." + + The admiral looked reflective, Malory eased back into the +couch upon which he was seated. + + "Hmmmm, I was more hoping for the firepower of a destroyer. +BUT, if your ship can actually detect cloaked ships, then it will +be invaluable to our defensive posture. + If I had realized that that was the purpose of the vessel, then +I wouldn't have pushed for you to be its Captain. Out here, I choose +which Captains are worthy. I know of your accomplishments while you were +in command of the New Auckland. I decided that you were an excellent +choice. One of the best destroyer Captains around. + I would doubt that subtlety becomes you ....." + + Malory's eyes became hard. A slow smile formed on his lips. + + "Well sir, we'll just have to find out then, won't we. You +see, I think of it rather like chess ....." + + + +.............. + + + + "Sir, Captain Orgl on line." + + Twenty minutes had passed since the Saracen had picked up +the hostages whom had been jettisoned by the Ferengi. Thankfully, +the Ferengi had jettisoned them in small 'survival bubbles'. Obviously, +the Ferengi felt that this would delay pursuit ...... They were right. + + Assali gazed at the viewscreen. + + "Put her on." + + Assali looked at the diminuitive face of Captain Orgl. She had +small fierce eyes that had a slight slant. As well as short dark hair. + + "Captain Orgl, I am Akimbe Assali, what have you been able +to learn of the Ferengi's intent from the former hostages." + + "Lt. Cmmdr, are you in Command of the Delphi ?" + + Assali paused, it was conceivable, however unlikely, that the +channel that he was on could be monitored. + + "At present ... Yes. We joined the search as soon as it was +announced." + + Orgl nodded slightly, but kept a slightly puzzled expression. + + "Very well, we have determined that the Ferengi felt like they +had claim to the two cargo freighters since the freighters had carried +some materials for the Ferengi before. When the crews of the vessels +would not obey the Ferengi, the Ferengi managed to take over the +ships." + + "Surely even the Ferengi would not try something like that near +a starbase with Federation ships nearby. Even the Ferengi are not that +stupid." + + "Agreed. There must have been some ulterior motive, undoubtedly +profitable, for the Ferengi. Although, the the possible loss of two +ships is an enormous risk, the profit must have been very grand to +justify such an undertaking." + + "Well Captain. There is no more that we can determine here. +I will be taking the Delphi back to the starbase." + + "Very well Lt. Cmmdr Assali. We will see that the freighters' +crews are returned to their vessels and make sure that the vessels are +still operational, before joining you at the Starbase. + Orgl out." + + Assali glanced around the bridge. + + "Stand down to yellow alert until we are well clear of the +asteroid belt. + Mr. Qhasmon, set a course for the Starbase, warp four. + Lt. Meede, you may tell your security officers that they +will not be needed now." + + The Delphi cruised leisurely back to the starbase and the crew +resumed normal operating duties. + + +.......... + + + Akimbe Assali felt relaxed as he sat in the Captain's chair. +He glanced at the chronometer. It was almost time for the 'night watch' +to begin. The trip from the asteroid belt back to the Starbase was +uneventful, as most trips were. He noted that the new ORACLE 2 operator +seemed well-adjusted to his console. It went without thought that +the others were familiar with their positions. + Assali rose and walked around the bridge. Even though the ship +was at the Starbase, he felt that strict operating procedures should +still be maintained. Especially since Captain Malory had told him to +"Keep a sharp eye out". + + Mr. Penthrach turned and faced Assali. + "Sir, The Captain has just transported aboard." + + "Thank you Mr. Penthrach." + + *vhoosh* + + Garin Meede looked on as Captain Malory exited the turbo-lift +and entered the bridge. Meede noted a slight tenseness around Malory's eyes, +and while Meede had not worked with Malory before, he did not think that +Malory was the sort to be nervous or worried easily. Still, there seemed +to be a slight twinkle of expectation in Malory's eyes..... + + "Good evening. I've heard that you did some good work at the +asteroid belt. Good job." + + Malory winked. + + "Mr. Qhasmon if all is ready, then we will be departing the +Starbase. Set course at 317 mark 18. Ahead warp factor 5. Lt. +T'irna, have ORACLE set on maximum sweep." + + Malory looked at the Oracle 2 position. + + "You must be Lt....... " + + "O'bourne sir ! Will O'bourne." + + "Yes, Mr. O'bourne. I know that you've already had a busy day, +but before you go off shift, load in all Romulan sensor wavelength data, +have the computer run some small extrapolations in an attempt to determine +current Romulan sensor capabilities. In the meantime, I suggest that +everyone get some rest. We're going to have a busy day tomorrow. + Mr. Meede, Mr. Assali, in my ready room. + Begin nightwatch." + + X'anfrey Qhasmon moved to the Captain's chair as several +ensigns entered the bridge. Qhasmon glanced around, he saw that the +young human Lt. was engaged in actively instructing one of the +ensigns as he himself gained extra familiarity with the system. +Aside from the Lt. and himself, however, all of the bridge crew was now +replaced. + + "Lt. Meede, Mr. Assali, how far along are your efforts on the +conversion I requested." Malory leaned back in his chair in his +ready-room. Assali sat in a chair facing the Captain, while Meede +stood his ground and faced the Captain. + + Meede waited a moment, after observing that Assali was +'passing' this question to him. + + "Sir, we have been working on the conversion sporadically. +Most of the work is finished. I can stay through the night watch and +finish it if you think it necessary." + + Malory scratched his chin reflectively. + + "Go ahead and finish it then, we may need it and I would hate +to not have it in such a situation." + + "Then you are expecting combat tomorrow sir ?" + + Malory looked at his first officer and then at his security +chief. + + "There is a great potential for it Lt. I would like to be +prepared should it occur." + + "Sir, I'll help the Lt., that should expedite repairs." + + "Very well, if you feel that it won't interfere with your +abilities tomorrow, then proceed. I would like to have all the tricks +I can up my sleeve. + Dismissed." + + Assali and Meede exited. + + Malory sat in his chair. He closed his eyes. + + 'HMMMM. GOOD FIGURE ........ + WHAT, HELM BRING US ABOUT. FIRE PHOTONS, 30 DEGREE SPREAD ....... + "STAR FLEET HAS SEEN FIT, TO GIVE YOU A SHIP OF YOUR OWN ......." + "......A SHIP OF YOUR OWN ........" ' + + Malory awoke, images of half-remembered dreams dancing +through his head. He rose, straightened his shirt, and proceeded to +his quarters. + + +...... + + + Olgin Penthrach lay on his bed. A large sag followed. He had +just finished his evening meal and was preparing for bed. + He felt a sickly feeling creep into his stomach. He rose and +walked to his small basin. He fetched one of the pills that the doctor +had given him. Cautiously, he placed it in his mouth and swallowed. +He had some water to help him. + 'AHHH, MUCH BETTER ....' + + Rather merrily, Penthrach resumed his position on the bed and soon +fell asleep. + + + Lt. T'irna sat in her room, contemplating the events of the +day, as she meditated. + Again she stood on a black featureless plain. She was conscious +of thought and yet no action. Calmly, she examined the events of the +day from a more objective viewpoint. + Slowly, she allowed color to seep into her background of darkness. + Soon, her room reappeared and she rose from her seated position +and reclined on her bed. + + 'NOW, FOR THE DREAMS.....' the thought wafted through her +mind, neither fearful nor certain. + + + + Assali eased into his bed, he was tired. Not only had he had +the nerve-wracking experience of commanding the ship, but he had just +finished working with Garin Meede for 4 more hours. + Meede wasn't a bad fellow, in fact, he was good company, yet he +seemed tireless. Still, the modifications were now complete. Assali +drifted off to sleep. + + +........... + + + Commander V'hozen of the Romulan Warbird Zha'sa studied +his tactical display. + + "Commander, estimated time to the star system 10.3 hours." + + V'hozen merely nodded his head. He already knew what the +arrival time was to be. Meanwhile, he was contemplating the failure +of the first contingency plan. + He felt no regret at the loss of a few Ferengi lives, he +did feel regret that no further information was obtained. He still +had no definitive knowledge about the Delphi, save that it looked +like a Pentalia-class ship and was capable of at least warp factor 6. +The Ferengi felt that the Delphi must have some form of cloak technology +since their ships had been unable to detect it until they had been hailed. +In fact, the ambushers had become the ambushed as a Nebulae class vessel +arrived as well. + + 'PTHAHH, FERENGI ARE FOOLS REGARDLESS.' V'hozen thought. + + Now the burden was on him to determine the capabilities of the +Delphi, as well as evaluate the usefulness of the information that they +were receiving. + + 'IT IS ALWAYS GOOD TO HAVE A FRIEND IN THE ENEMY'S CAMP.' + + To V'hozen, it appeared that the Romulans' "colleague" in the +Federation had outlived his usefulness. Especially in light of the +errors in previous reports. + + The cloaked pulse transmitter had distinctly recorded that +Lt. Cmmdr Akimbe Assali was in command of the Delphi. V'hozen never +fully trusted the transmitters however, since they only sent their data +once per day so that the chance of their detection would be minimal +And if the Federation discovered the transmitter, it could easily be +avoided, or even given false information. It had a failsafe self-destruct +mechanism should it be tampered with. + + 'NOW TO MOVE AND WAIT.' V'hozen continued to examine his tactical +options. He gazed at the technical readouts that had been 'obtained' +on the Delphi. + + +........... + + + 0430 + + Midshipmen Bronsdale and Albert both stood in the security hall +working on their phaser accuracy as had been commanded by their security +chief. Both were surprised as Meede himself walked in and picked up a +pair of phasers. + Without even acknowledging their presence he began firing +at his targets. While Bronsdale and Albert continued their practice, +they were both well aware of the accuracy and speed with which Meede +was completing targets. Neither had ever seen a performance like that and +needless to say, both were impressed. + + 0445 + + Garin Meede walked over to his two security officers, looking +at their results on accuracy. Already both were much improved. + + "Good to see that you two are paying your dues. Keep up the hard +work. One day you'll find it will pay itself off. You are dismissed until +our 0500 meeting, at which time you should be here in clean uniforms." + + Albert and Bronsdale glanced at each other and then left. + + + 0500 + + "Security company. After careful consideration of your records and +assessment of your respective abilities, I have made the following security +detail assignments. In addition to normal security operations, each of +you will be responsible for other 'extracurricular' activities. + Ensign Zalvosta you will train further in the use of various +phaser type weaponry. Additionally, you will begin training for away-teams. +This will encompass leadership skills, medical skills, and basic survival +strategies. + Midshipman Seneschal, you will concentrate on phaser weaponry +as well, with emphasis not only in firing ability, but also creation and +maintenance. Also, you will work with some of the more non-conventional +weaponry. + Ensign Hamden, Midshipman Greely, you will work with engineering and +tactical so that you may gain more familiarity with starship tactics and +repair of key systems. + Midshipman Upaw, you will concentrate on security procedures and +protocols, their implementation, detection, and evasion. + Midshipmen Albert and Bronsdale, you will focus on EVA procedures. +As well, you will also work with hand combat and shuttle piloting. + + Company dismissed. " + + +........ + + + 0800 + + "Begin Daywatch. + Helmsman Qhasmon report position and distance from target system." + Malory glanced around at his bridge crew, all were in place as +expected. It had been over a day since the Delphi had left Starbase 89. +It had been over one *uneventful* day, to be precise. Malory's gut told +him that this would change. + + "Time to system 12.4 hours at current speed." + + "Lt. T'irna report on system ." + + "Sir, the star system contains 2 planetoids orbiting a blue +supergiant star. Neither can support life, both however contain +various ores and such that could make mining productive. In fact, +one planetoid contains a large amount of material that could be made into +duranium. The larger planetoid has a radius of 16,331 kilometers while +the smaller has a radius of 10,542 kilometers." + + "I see." Malory said, a slight smile on his lips. + "Mr. Assali, what are your thoughts of this system as strategically +important." + + "It does provide a reasonable 'jumping off point' as well as having +the planetoid that Lt. T'irna mentioned. I would say that this would be a +fairly adequate strategic system." + + "Mr. Qhasmon, bring us to a standard orbit around the smaller +planetoid. + Ms. T'irna make sure that there is no technology present on either +planetoid, then begin passive long range ORACLE sensor scans. + Mr. O'bourne, inform me immediately upon noting and anomolies in +subspace field densities. + Let's see what happens." + + +.......... + + + "Commander, we have a contact, Federation starship in orbit +around the second planetoid in the Dara-2 star system." + + "Are they scanning for us ?" V'hozen replied. + + "...No sir, apparently they are not making long range scans. +They seem to be investigating the planetoid." + + "Plot an intercept course." + + Sub Commander V'thaii knew not to question his Commander's +decisions. He plotted the course and prepared to enter it, pending +the Commander's notification. + + + +..... + + + "Captain, I am picking up some small disturbance. It is hard to +really track with passive scans though." + + Malory glanced over at his ORACLE 2 operator. + "Position ?" + + "It is just about to enter this system.... Hey ! It could be a +cloaked ship !!" + + "Calm yourself Lt. + Mr. Assali take on tactical. + Helm break orbit and take us on a course to the other planetoid. + Ms. T'irna, scan the planetoid below us one last time, then initiate +active scans of this system." + +....... + + "Commander, they are scanning the planetoid actively. +It seems as if they are now performing a standard Federation scan of the +system." + + "Prepare to disengage cloaking device and begin to route power to +the shields and forward disruptors." + + "Yes Commander." + + +....... + + + "Captain. We have a very small disturbance approaching. In theory, +it could be a cloaked ship that is moving at impulse. Such would yield a +much smaller disturbance pattern than one moving at warp. I would speculate +that it is actually a cloaked vessel." + + "I agree Lt. T'irna. In fact, I would bet that it is a cloaked +Romulan Warbird. Continue to relay its position to both Helm and Tactical. + Lt. O'bourne, see if you can determine what wavelength their sensors +are operating on. + Helm, continue steady. We wouldn't want them to know that we know +they're here .... yet." + + "Sir they are slowly circling us." Qhasmon stated. + Malory noted that the Andorian's antennae were twitching now. + + "Steady on." + + "Captain, I think that I have isolated the frequency of their +sensor emissions and wavelength." + + "Heh heh" Malory grinned. + + "Lt. broadcast a shifted sensor pattern to the Romulan Warbird, +this should trick their sensors into misreading us ...." Malory was beaming. + + "Let them see us as we are, yet with no shield emissions or phaser +emissions. + + Mr. Assali, energize shields and phasers. + Mr. Penthrach advise Lt. Meede that we will be in a potential +combat situation and to prepare accordingly. Also inform Mr. Korn that +we will be readying for potential combat." + + +....... + + "Commander V'hozen, they are continuing on course towards the +next planetoid. Our sensors show that .... They show that the Federation +ship is apparently unaware of us, since they have not raised shields or +initiated an alert." + + "Why the pause tactical officer ?" + + "Sir, there was a momentary glitch on our sensors, they seem to be +operating within acceptable parameters now, although they are slightly +different from when we began surveying the ship.." + + "Reason for change ?" + + "Unknown sir. Still, the operations are within specified parameters." + + "Helm bring us to face vessel. + Disengage cloaking device." + +...... + + "Captain. Romulan Warbird decloaking directly ahead." Qhasmon hissed. + + Malory felt a cold knot in his stomach, he had expected it. + + "Keep cool everyone. + Everyone keep a straight face, regardless of what I say. + Mr. Penthrach hail the vessel." + + "Sir, the Warbird has armed its forward disruptors and raised its +shields." Assali replied. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Staring down the +face of a Romulan Warbird is not an everyday starship occurrence. Assali +saw that he was in ideal phaser firing position. + + "Channel open." Penthrach stated uneasily. + + "Romulan vessel. + This is Captain Malory of the Federation Starship Delphi. + You are in violation of treaty. + Depart Federation space immediately." + + +...... + + 'MALORY, ASSALI IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN COMMAND OF THE DELPHI..' +V'hozen looked at the face of his opponent. It was youthful but the +eyes were confident. + + "Or what Captain Malory of the Federation Starship Delphi. +Do you dare attack a Romulan Warbird with your paltry vessel. +We claim this space now for the Romulan Empire. Depart or Die." + +...... + + Malory smiled. + + "Obviously, you have never faced a Federation Pentalia-class ship +before. If you are prepared to handle my armament...... As a saying +goes.... 'more power to you'." + + "Mr. Assali, prepare photon torpedoes." + + Will O'bourne glanced at Assali and then back to his own +sensor readouts. + + Malory sat in his chair and stared at the Romulan Commander, +a smile on his lips. + +........ + + + "Close audio helm." + + "Commander, we are scanning a massive power surge in two of the +side sections of the Delphi..... I have never seen a power signature +quite like this, it seems to be a variant of a photon torpedo but +significantly more powerful..." + + 'CURIOUS. THE DELPHI IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE NO PHOTONS ACCORDING TO +INFORMATION.' + + "Have they raised shields yet ?" + + "Apparently not sir.... We are still scanning no shield emissions +from them..." + + "Speculate on yield of a photon torpedo of that power signature." + + "Sir a torpedo like that would be able to destroy most, if not all +of our forward shields with one impact." + + + "Acknowledged. + Re-engage audio." + + "Captain Malory, I am sure that you know how useful a photon +torpedo is against a target that it cannot aquire..... I commend +your posturing. It will do you no good however." + + +........ + + + "Commander. If I were in your situation and saw that I was facing +a vessel that apparently had no shields raised even though it was +encountering an enemy vessel, I would ask myself two questions. + 1) Is the commanding officer of the opposing vessel incompetent? + 2) Are my sensors reading his ship properly. + Now, If you think that I am incompetent, then fire.... +If on the other hand, you think that I am not incompetent, then I , if +I were you, would re-evaluate my position. + You seem to be putting an exorbitant amount of faith in your +scientists who are far from here as well as giving very little respect +to Federation scientists. A possibly deadly conceit. + My shields are raised..... Can you detect them ? +If you can't then I, if I were you, would seriously consider the potential +that the Delphi could track you while cloaked." + + Malory deliberately looked at his helmsman, "Mr. Qhasmon, prepare for +combat maneuvers." + + Malory faced the viewscreen. + + "Your verdict Romulan Commander..... ?" + + Malory smiled. +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 4 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:56:08 GMT +Lines: 1019 + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 4 + +"Decisions" + + + + Commodore Albrit reclined in his chair. It was a comfortable +chair, befitting a Star Fleet commodore. He had used this particular +chair for many years now, and it was now more of a mold in which he +sat, rather than anything else. He had not been terribly busy as there +had been no events at the space dock that could not be handled by +people lower on the command chain than he. Thus, he had had a rather +peaceful several days. + + Lt. Yarin walked into the Commodore's office, bearing a +cup of hot coffee, traditional earth style. + + "Thank you lieutenant." + + The lieutenant exited the room and the Commodore eased back +into his chair. He was relaxed, and the coffee was just how he enjoyed +it, hot, with very little added. + + He became more alert as his primary message console beeped. +After sipping his coffee, he perked up in his chair and began +reading as the message began scrolling across his screen. + + --StarFleet Priority 3 Search Cancellation Notice -- + --Issued : Captain Tziyn Orgl U.S.S Saracen -- + --Confirmation : Rear Admiral Hrgon -- + -- -- + --Proclamation : The two cargo freighters were -- + -- discovered by the U.S.S. Delphi -- + -- in the Antillian Asteroid Belt. -- + -- Both ships were deemed -- + -- spaceworthy by the -- + -- U.S.S. Saracen, in assistance. -- + -- Both crews were uninjured and -- + -- are continuing on their missions.-- + -- -- + + The Commodore ran his hands over his face. + 'SO, THE DELPHI HAS ALREADY BEEN INVOLVED IN SOME + ATYPICAL STARFLEET ACTION. + + THAT MALORY MUST BE HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. + OH, TO BE A STARSHIP CAPTAIN AGAIN ....'. + + The Commodore thought back to the time when he himself commanded +a starship. Admittedly, it was not a great length of time, but for him, +it felt as if he had commanded from a Captain's chair for many years. +In truth he commanded a starship for less than three months. His +reminisence was broken as his primary message console beeped again. +It was already an odd "afternoon", and this only heightened the sense of +oddity. He watched as another message began making its way across his +screen. + + --StarFleet Priority 3 Alert -- + --Issued : Captain Tzyin Orgl U.S.S. Saracen -- + --Confirmation : Rear Admiral Hrgon -- + -- -- + --Proclamation : 2 Ferengi ships attempted capture -- + -- of 2 cargo freighters. In the -- + -- involved capture, these ships -- + -- attempted to ambush a StarFleet -- + -- vessel. One was destroyed while -- + -- being pursued by the U.S.S. Delphi-- + -- The other escaped as it jettisoned-- + -- hostages that it was carrying. -- + -- The U.S.S. Saracen regained the -- + -- former hostages with no apparent -- + -- loss of life. Be on alert for this-- + -- Ferengi ship. -- + -- -- + + The Commodore shook his head for a moment. He touched a pad on +his console. + + "Lt. Yarin . + Get me Rear Admiral Hrgon. Starbase 89. Priority 1." + + + +....... + + + Daimon Mok paced furiously. He was justifiably nervous. +His ship was hurtling at warp 6 deep into Romulan space. He had +convinced his crew of the profit involved in the venture and they +were now following, even if grudgingly, his lead as they should. + + 'THAT GHO'DAN, HE WILL PAY ME FOR THE OTHER VESSEL AS WELL.' + + Mok could still not believe the destruction of his partner's +ship. While he was momentarily saddened, he instantly realized that +he would more than double his profit margin, and the Romulans were paying +handsomely. This brought a typical Ferengi grin to his face. + + "Daimon, we are nearing the destination coordinates." + + "Good, slow to impulse speed and wait." + + Mok had advised his superiors that he and Daimon Poque were +investigating new and potentially very profitable wormhole trade routes, +as the two Daimons had made an agreement with the Romulans. The Romulans +had already begun payment to him, but the first payment was in the form +of changing the transponder codes for his ship. Mok anticipated a cargo- +bay of Romulan jewels. His eyes lit with greedy anticipation. + + He glanced at his status board. His ship was at a barely comfortable +distance from a large red star. + + "Daimon ! Romulan Warbird Decloaking. Communications open." + + "Greetings Commander Gho'dan ", Mok started. + "I am glad that we are able to conclude our business now." + + Mok looked at the icy stare of the Romulan Commander. He felt +uncomfortable. He did not enjoy sitting facing a Romulan Warbird, even +when he had just completed a mission for the Romulans. + + "Daimon Mok, your vessel and that of your compatriot gave us no +useful information about the Delphi. Moreover, the hostages that you had +obtained, you released." + + "Commander," Mok smiled his Ferengi grin," we gave valuable +information which cost us a ship ! Also, we placed your subspace +transmitter as you requested. We expect our agreed payment !" + + Mok's trepidation had now evaporated as thoughts of him +running his hands through a cargo-hold of Romulan Jewels cascaded +through his mind. + + +..... + + *BATTLE ALERT* + *CONDITION RED* + + Flashing red lights punctuated the blaring klaxons erupting all +over Chief Engineer Korn's office. Korn had just been making some slight +alterations to the ships' replicators' power systems. A modification that +he had thought of last evening over dinner. + Korn rose from his chair and went into main engineering. + + "Ensign Moreau, shut that damm noise up", he yelled. + + Abruptly, the klaxons were silent. + + "Good. Now let's see what we have here." + + Korn walked over to a general status panel. He observed that +currently, the shield grids were activated and at full levels. As well, +all phasers were ready and capable of firing. Then, he observed where +some power was being re-routed to two areas near the primary sensor +arrays. He traced the line with his finger. + + 'HMMM, MOST CURIOUS.' + + "Ensign Tselda, trace down this anomolous power signature which +is being routed from conduit 207-c." + + Korn re-assessed the situation. Currently, the ship was at full +operating power. He smiled at the engineering efficiency. He began +preparations for bringing the warp reactor to a higher operating level +should the need arise. He knew that warp reactors were very delicate +things. + + 'HAH! WE'RE READY FOR ANYTHING', he thought, as he began the +initiation sequence. + + + +........ + + + Romulan Commander Gho'dan looked at the pathetic Ferengi. + + "Sub Commander, have they raised any defense shields ?" + + "Yes Commander. They raised shields as soon as they dropped +into the system." + + Romulan Commander Gho'dan re-engaged the audio component of his +message. + + "Very well Daimon. Lower your shields and give us your cargo +bay coordinates so that we may give you your fair payment." + + Commander Gho'dan curled a lip ever so slightly. His tactical +officer informed him that the Ferengi's ships's shields were now down. + + + "Here is your payment Daimon ...." + + +....... + + + Daimon Mok beamed as he looked around at his other +officers. Truly, he had now achieved a favorable position. +Few could argue his greatness while he had a cargo bay full +of Romulan Jewels. Fine, fine, VALUABLE Romulan jewels. +The Daimon was pleased that he had not had to negotiate any, +thus, keeping his price at a maximum level. + + "Daimon, the Romulan ship is powering its disruptors!" + + "What !??!!" Mok's eyes widened. + + Commander, Commander, we can deal .... Look .... +We can be reasona ....." + + +....... + + + Space debris exploded from the destruction of the Ferengi ship. +Most of the debris began a leisurely drift towards the large red star. + + Slowly, the Warbird started towards the star, and then +made a smooth graceful arc. With a waver of space, a Romulan ship +shimmered out of view. + + +........ + + + "This is Starbase 89, Commander Elayne Hause speaking." + + Lt. Yarin was puzzled at the blonde-haired woman. + + "Commander, Commodore Albrit wants to speak with Rear Admiral +Hrgon. He requests immediate acceptance on Hrgon's part." + + "Admiral Hrgon is unable to hold communications at present +time. I will speak with the Commdore... Lt." + + Lt. Yarin sat at his console and patched through to the +Commodore. Yarin had worked under the Commodore for over a year +now, and knew how his superior officer would react. + + + Commodore Albrit looked at the relatively attractive figure on +his screen, if only he had been 30 years younger...... + + "Commodore Albrit. I am Commander Elayne Hause, senior aide to +Admiral Hrgon. The admiral is unable to hold communications at present +time. Is there something urgent which you need to diuscuss ?" + + "Commander, I will speak with him directly! You tell Admiral +Hrgon that I need to know the operating status of the Delphi. I am +project coordinator for the Delphi-class, as you may be aware." + + He watched as her blue eyes sparkled, like ice on a winter's +day. + + "Commodore. I will inform the Admiral. I recommend to you, however, +that next time, before you speak with the Admiral, you take the time to +at least encrypt your message. Simply because it is priority one does not +mean that the code cannot be broken. I will send to you an encryption +scheme which we are using at a later time. + Hause out." + + "You listen here you ...." + + Lt. Yarin's voice came across. + + "Commodore, they have closed their transmission at the starbase." + + The Commodore shot from his chair. To say that he was infuriated +was not doing his anger justice. He did not need lectures from young +Commanders. Moreover, he still did not know about the status of the Delphi. +He was more angry than he had been in a long time. He had even almost +spilled his coffee. + + +....... + + + The large green image of the Romulan Warbird loomed +on the forward viewscreen of the bridge of the Delphi. +The Romulans had 'temporarily' closed hailing frequencies. +Captain Malory was well aware that the ship he was facing +could outrun, outgun, and outman his ship. Moreover, he knew +that all of its weapons systems were fully powered as well +as its defensive systems. While the same was true of the Delphi, +the effect was not quite the same. His real worry had come when +Engineer Korn had reported that the ship was "ready for anything". + + "Mr. Penthrach, send out an unencoded message. +The message is ." + + Olgin Penthrach was decidedly confused about the whole matter, +but sent out the message regardless. + + "Lt. O'bourne, prepare to attempt jamming of the Romulan's weapons +sensors. Mr. Assali be ready to choose your target." + + Malory rose and walked towards his helmsman. More softly he +spoke. + "Mr. Qhasmon, head to head we are outgunned. If we get behind +them, then we gain somewhat of an advantage. Prepare to attempt the +Classic Andorian flanking maneuver. Present a minumum aspect +as we attempt to flank them." + + Qhasmon merely nodded his head as his hands began dancing along +his console. + + "Sir, no response to your message as of yet," Penthrach spoke. + + "You needn't expect one Lieutnant. Lt. T'irna, inform me if you +detect any incoming ships. I want to know their number and heading." + + + +........ + + + + Romulan Sub-commander V'thai stared at his display +of the Federation starship. He was calm and rational, one did not +achieve his position through rashness or lack of patience. He +contemplated theoretical yields of photon torpedoes and their +potential effect on the Warbird's shields, he was not worried, however. + + Romulan Commander V'hozen was making no such contemplations. +He was considering the overall Romulan strategy, according to his +current knowledge. His ship was still gathering what data it +could on the Delphi. He felt that he had enough information. +Moreover he had some theories that he wanted to explore further +when time permitted, one did not achieve his position by either blindly +leading or by blindly following. + + "Commander, the Delphi has sent out a message, unencoded." + + V'hozen thought for an instant. He knew that he had time as he +was in the clearly superior vessel. + + "What was the content of the message Sub-commander." + + "The message contained two words ." + + V'hozen puzzled for a moment. + + He made his decision. There was no need to destroy the Delphi as +yet. He walked over to his tactical officer's console. He motioned +the centurion aside. He made a few adjustments. + A slow smile crept over his face. It was a smile which +Sub-Commander V'thai knew well. V'thai looked on as his commander +concluded his experiment. + + "Sub-commander, back us away slowly. We now have what we came +for. When out of range, engage cloaking device and we shall depart on +the following heading ..." + + + +....... + + + + Will O'Bourne looked at his readouts, then looked across the +bridge at Lt. T'irna. He looked back at his readouts. All were normal again, +as apparently, the sensors had experienced a momentary fluctuation. A thought +began to wander through his brain, he dismissed it though. + + "Captain, Romulan moving away at one-quarter impulse. Shall +we engage or pursue ?" Qhasmon hissed. + + Malory looked on as the larger vessel diminished in size over the +distance. It was still pretty big. + + "They are re-cloaking. Present heading ... Would take them back +to their side of the Neutral Zone." + + "O'bourne, Lt. T'irna continue to monitor their progress for as +long as possible." + + Malory looked back at his first officer, who was standing +calmly over the tactical display. + + Minutes passed. + + "Captain, we are no longer reading the ship. At last position +it was well on its side of the Neutral Zone" Lt. T'irna spoke, a +slight faltering in her voice. + + Malory looked over at her. On the exterior, she appeared calm +and her typical self, as far as he knew. + + "Continue sensor sweeps. Stand down to yellow alert. +Mr. Penthrach, send a coded message to the Starbase. Inform them +of our encounter." + + "Captain, I wish to speak with you for a few minutes." + + Malory listened to Assali's request. He glanced over the bridge. + + "Mr. Qhasmon, you have the bridge." + + Malory walked up the ramp, and Assali filed in beside him as they +walked into the Captain's ready room. + + + +....... + + + + Eleyasan T'irna looked at her displays. She had been thinking about +something. Now, she could not remember what it was. She looked again. +Images began to blur. Numbers and displays seemed to rearrange +themselves. She heard her heart beating in her ears. She glanced around. +It seemed as if everyone else was standing still. + Lights flashed on her panels, apparently at random. It was +as if she had forgotten their meaning, and their efforts were +now unrecognizable by her. It was as if she were reading an unkown +language. + She heard herself take each breath. Blood rushed through her ears. + + +....... + + + Captain Malory slowly walked around his desk. Rather than sitting +down however, he turned his back and leaned against the wall. He was looking +out of small porthole, gazing at the stars. + + "What was it you wished to speak with me about Mr. Assali? " + + Assali listened to Malory's now-softer voice. It was almost as +if he were thinking about something else as he spoke. + + "Yes sir, I was wanting to comment on your handling of the +situation. In particular, your speech with the Romulan Commander." + + Malory continued to gaze out of the porthole. He folded +his arms. + + "I'm sure. One would think that I was a cadet fresh out of the +Academy with that tirade. I am already thinking about the problems, +but what were your thoughts on the problems with it." + + Malory turned, and, while still leaning against the wall, faced +Assali. He still had his arms folded. + + "Well sir, it seems as if you basically came out and said, +'we can detect you'. I think that you gave away too much information." + + "Agreed. We will have to make up for that next time we meet +them." + + +........ + + + Images rose and fell. She looked around the bridge. She +could see X'anfrey Qhasmon standing in the center. He slowly turned +to face her . + + 'NOOOOO !' her mind screamed as she looked at the Romulan face. + + The face merely smiled back, the rest of the bridge crew was +similarly transformed. Slowly, the doors of the turbo-lift opened, +a Romulan strode out, disruptor at his belt. + + She saw the Romulan Warbird appear again on the main viewscreen. +the viewscreen alternated between the ship and the Romulan Captain. +She swooned. + Her instruments were useless, no better than flashing lights. + She felt dizzy. Slowly, the Romulan in the middle of the bridge +approached her. She thought that the lights had dimmed and reddened. + + He was on the ramp. + + She struggled to rise from her chair. + + He was walking towards her. + + She raised her arms as she rose. + + He was holding her shoulder. + + Her legs gave out. The world seemed to spin. She screamed. + + Slowly the floor rose to embrace her. + + +......... + + + Assali frowned slightly. Apparently, Malory was paying enough +attention that he noticed it immediately. To Assali, it seemed that +the Captain had the uncanny ability to be paying attention while +looking as if her were not paying attention. + + "I see. + Mr. Assali, we have had our initial encounter now. They know more +about us, and we know more about them. No amount of deliberation now will +change the encounter. We can however, work, to insure that any errors made +this time will not occur again. I assure you that they will not. I am +already analyzing the situation." + + A scream from the bridge cut their discussion short. With a leap, +Malory vaulted over his table as Assali raced to the door. + + Almost in unison, the two senior officers entered the bridge. +They looked on as Lt. Qhasmon was holding the prone form of Lt. T'irna. +Penthrach was turned in his chair, and Lt. O'bourne sat dumbfounded. +It was Security Chief Meede who was already responding. + + "Security to Medical, send a team up to the bridge immediately." + + While he was speaking, not only was he moving towards the +kneeling Andorian and the prone form, but Malory and Assali made their +moves as well. + + "What happened Lt. Qhasmon ?" Malory started. + + The Andorian looked up at the Captain. + + "Captain. + I observed that the Lieutenant seemed disoriented at her post. + I came to her. + I touched her shoulder, to dispel her disorientation. + She screamed. + She leapt from her posistion and then collapsed." + + Malory looked at Meede who merely nodded. + + *vhoosh* + + Most of the bridge crew turned and looked on as Dr. Mayak +entered with a blue-shirted assistant. The form of Lt. T'irna was +twitching violently. + Quickly, the Doctor administered a hypo. The Lt. slowly lapsed into +unconsciousness. Mayak thought for a moment, checked a medical tricorder +display, and then administered yet another hypo. + + +....... + + + 'NO NO. MUST STAY AWAKE.' Her mind fought to conter the effects +of the toxin, but to no significant avail. She felt her eyes close. +Rather than the sacred blackness, however, images and patterns +danced before her eyes. + Inside she screamed, she was helpless against the onslaught. +She saw her mother's sire. (her mother's sire was dead though). +An aged face looked at her. Eyes full of pain and sadness. Vulcans +expressed no emotions, and yet, T'irna (was that her name) thought she +saw a tear. Another image appeared. That of a Romulan officer. He was +leering as he pulled the image of her mother's sire away. + (Was this is a dream? 'NO ... YES ....'.) She tried to touch herself +but found that she was unable to move. (It could be a result of the toxin), +her training told her. + She saw her father, a human, with sad loving eyes. He wore a +starfleet uniform. (That is how he met her mother). (Ahh, now her mother +was there as well, the mix of Romulan and Vulcan indistinguishable in her +features, save the same sad eyes). + A terrific explosion rocked her (and yet she felt no pain, nor did +she move). She could not see !! (or was this the darkness again). She tried +to shield her eyes with her hands, but could not do so (must be the toxin). + Colors flashed before her (but she was blind). + 'NO IF I WERE BLIND I WOULD NOT SEE COLORS', she thought. + (But there are reports of lingering 'residue' on the retina when +the optic nerve is overloaded). She dismissed her thought. + Images seemed to form and congeal . + + She looked on as the smiling Romulan administered the drug again. +She felt dizzy and giddy. She felt her body numbing ...... + + +......... + + + With ease, Lt. Garin Meede hefted the limp form of Lt. T'irna +and, with the Doctor following, carried her to sick-bay. Upon reaching +the destination, carefully, he laid her on a surgical table. He stepped +back as the Doctor. began to run series of tests. + + Percivale Malory looked around on the bridge. + + "Everyone, back to your stations. We shall have to wait now +for the results of the good doctor's examinations. + Mr. Qhasmon, set speed at warp 6. We shall continue on +so that we may begin our exploration along the neutral zone. + Mr. O'bourne, keep an especially close eye on your sensor +data. + Mr. Assali, it seems we may need a replacement for our ORACLE 1 +operator." + + "Captain", Assali began, "shall I go to sickbay and monitor +the lieutenant's condition." Assali felt some measure of worry for his +crewmate. + + "No, Mr. Assali. The Dr. will inform us when she has a diagnosis. +If any of us went down there now, we would only be getting in her way. +I share your concern, but right now, there is nothing that we can do." + + *vhoosh* + + Garin Meede re-entered the bridge. + + "Captain. I will assume the ORACLE 1 position then. I am familiar +enough with it from the work that T'irna and I did on it. Our secondary +operator has just gotten off shift less than an hour ago." + + Malory listened to his first officer's suggestion. + + "Very well Mr. Assali. + Mr. Meede, you have tactical for now." + + "Yes sir", Meede responded as he walked over to the +tactical duty station. + + The Captain patched himself through to main engineering. + + "Mr. Korn, it appears that we will not be requiring the extra +power from the warp reactor at present time." + + "Very well Captain....". + + Malory breathed a sigh of relief. + + "...Oh, and Captain, there is a slight matter of some power being +routed to some areas near the primary sensor arrays ...." + + Malory grimaced. + + "Very well Mr. Korn, come to the bridge at your convenience and +we will discuss the situation." + + This was a meeting that Malory was not particularly enthusiastic +about. Already, he was having to deal with many more problems than he had +to while aboard the New Auckland. Of course, it was exciting as well. + + Malory resumed his position in his seat and watched as the stars +went by. + + + +......... + + + Dr. Anne Mayak followed a specific mental checklist. + 'BLOOD LEVELS. + BRAIN ACTIVITY. + ENDOMORPHIC ACTIVITY. + NEURO-CELLULAR INTERFACE PERMATIVITY.' + + She looked at her readings. Her patient was still thrashing around. +So much so that Mayak had had the restraints enabled. Her patient was +evidently fighting the sedative as much as possible. Mayak contemplated +giving another, but decided that that would merely complicate matters at this +juncture. The crucial thing was to determine the cause as quickly as +possible. + + 'HMMM, CURIOUS. IT WOULD SEEM THAT THE LIEUTENANT IS NOT A +FULL VULCAN.' + + The cellular structure Mayak was observing reminded her distinctly +of Human-Vulcan cross-breeds. There was another mitigating factor however. +Either a genetic abnormality on the Vulcan side or some kind of slight +mutation in the overall cellular structure. She wondered as to what +could cause such an occurrence. + + 'THAT CAN WAIT FOR LATER.' Mayak mentally chastised herself. + + She proceeded to go back and look over her brain-activity charts. + + 'HMMM, INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING.' + + She called up the Star Fleet medical file on the Lieutenant. + + Mayak looked over the record. She observed that the Lieutenant +did have a human father, but was raised on Vulcan by her maternal mother. +Mayak observed all physiological readouts were within the parameters +of a Human-Vulcan half-breed. Still, Mayak puzzled over the cellular +anomaly. It was noted in the medical record, but apparently, no one had +seen fit to examine it further. + + 'THIS IS MOST INTRIGUING', she thought, as she began some more +tests. + + +....... + + + *vhoosh* + + Malory did not have to turn to know that it was Lt. Korn who had +just entered the bridge. + + Malory rose and turned. + + "Mr. Korn, in my ready room if you would," as Malory gestured with +his upraised hand. + + "Mr. Assali, you have the bridge from your current position." + + At Assali's nod, Malory walked into his ready room, Mr. Korn +following. + + Malory walked around his desk and sat down in his chair. +Korn took a position in the chair directly facing Malory. + + "It seems like someone has been doing some shipboard modifications +without my knowledge...." + + "Mr. Korn, the modifications of which you speak are for tactical +purposes. The modifications were more time-consuming than difficult and +it was felt that none of your staff needed to be disturbed. Paricularly +while you were still working on the Warp engines." + + Korn nodded. + + "Still Captain. I am going to re-route your 'modification' +so that it doesn't place any excess load on a crucial system. I still have +to analyze that aspect of it. Next time, I would like to be informed +when someone is playing with Engineering's business." + + "Very well Mr. Korn. Oh, and by the way, your engine response was +very good during our encounter. It was good to know that we were ready +with reserve engine power." + + Malory watched as Korn seemed to smile a bit. + + "If that is all Mr. Korn ...." + + Korn nodded. + + "Yes Captain. I'll be getting back down to engineering." + + Malory watched as Korn walked out. He chuckled for a moment, and +then re-entered the bridge himself. + + + +....... + + + Dr. Anne Mayak continued her diagnosis. She had isolated the +cause of the problems and was taking measures to counter it. While her +measures were taking effect on T'irna's systems, Mayak explored further into +the genetic difference anomaly. + After searching through Star Fleet Medical Records again, looking +for the records of the lieutenant's family members, and then performing +some experimental cross-checks, she was satisfied that she had her answer. + + 'NEXT STEP, CALL UP A PSYCHE PROFILE', she thought, and acted. + + Mayak looked again at her patient. The lieutenant seemed to be +resting calmly now, brainwave patterns were much closer to the norm. +Mayak was sure that her diagnosis was correct, yet it still puzzled her +somewhat. + + + +....... + + + Percivale Malory sat languidly in his chair. He watched as the +stars moved by on the viewscreen. Soon the ship would be at the limits of +charted space on the Federation side of the Neutral Zone. To say that +Malory was apprehensive would be to do him an injustice. Malory was looking +forward to the excursion. Uncharacteristically though, his mind continued +to drift back to replay some of the events of the morning. + + 'STARFLEET TRADITION SAYS THAT MOST MISSIONS ARE NOT PARTICULARLY +EVENTFUL. IT'S THE ONES THAT ARE EVENTFUL THAT LEAD TO THE MORTALITY RATE +AMONG STARFLEET CREWMEN.' + + Malory had had two significant occurrences now in a very short time +interval and while he thought his ORACLE 1 operator's condition serious, +he didn't think that it would increase the mortality rate. Still, it was +interesting that his ship had already had two engagements and a 'down' +command officer. + Somewhat surprisingly, Malory had a goodly cultivation of +patience. Granted, it was seldom used, but he had it nonetheless. It +was taking all of his patience to wait for the Doctor to give her +evaluation. Malory was on the verge of going down there himself as it +had been over four hours since the incident. + + + "Captain, I'm picking up a marker beacon, bearing 2 mark 4 from +our present course. Time to intercept ... 20 minutes..." Assali reported. + + "Confirmed sir, ORACLE 2 has the same beacon", O'bourne added. + + "Helm, bring us alongside the beacon. Slow us to impulse +accordingly." + + Smoothly, the ship dropped in speed. Technically, there wasn't +much gained by this, save for the fact that it kept Chief Engineer Korn +with one less weapon in his arsenal. Malory had already discussed this +type of maneuvering with his helmsman. + + *vhoosh* + + The turbo-lift doors opened, and Dr. Anne Mayak strode onto +the bridge. This time she was actually able to look around some. + + Mr. Penthrach spoke," It is a Federation Beacon. It's sending out a +repeating message." + + Qhasmon looked at his console, slowly, he moved the ship towards the +beacon. He stopped, as the beacon now sat just outside of shield range. +Thus, an explosion would impact on the shields, if raised, rather than the +ship. + + "Mr. Penthrach, what does the message say ?" + + "Well sir, the message simply says : AND HERE THERE BE DRAGONS...." + + Malory smiled. A message from the time of sailing ships on earth. +Malory remembered looking at some maps from that time period. Wherever +no observer had gone, a message relating to dragons was written. + + "Helm, ahead warp 3. Mr. Assali, keep full sensor sweeps, let's +begin charting." + + Malory faced the Doctor. Gazing at her soft blue eyes, framed by +her dark hair, he held her rather icy gaze. He sighed to himself. + + "Doctor, in my ready room ?" + + He followed her into his ready room. + +...... + + In the inky blackness of Romulan space, two Romulan Warbirds +decloaked and faced one-another. + + Romulan Commander Gho'dan watched as the Warbird Zha'sa +sat in front of his vessel. Aboard the Zha'sa Commander V'hozen +similarly watched Warbird Theshia. + + Slowly, a third ship decloaked. Both Commanders looked on as +the ship appeared. It was larger than either vessel, but similar +in appearance. It had another set of engines lowerthan, and in front of the +first set. As well, it was double-hulled with added graceful supports. +It was almost as large as both of the Warbirds together. + + Sub-commander V'thai aboard the Zha'sa spoke. + + "Commander, Praetor Kh'arna aboard the Karise has requested your +presence for a full briefing. Commander Gho'dan is receiving a similar +message." + + V'hozen looked again at the huge ship. + + "Inform the Praetor that I will be aboard presently." + + V'hozen walked over to the tactical duty station and performed some +work on his own for a moment. He placed a memory cell and gathered his +findings onto it. + + Praetor Kh'arna was seated as the two Commanders presented +themselves. + + Without a sound, the doors to their chamber closed, and the +triumvirate was all that remained in the room. + + "Commanders, be seated," Kh'arna gestured with a hand motion. + + "We have much to discuss...." Kh'arna smiled. + + + +....... + + + + Politely, Malory held out the chair for the Doctor as she sat. +Then, he walked around his desk, and took a position sitting on the +edge of it. + + "Doctor. What is your report on the Lieutenant's condition ?" + + "I find her condition most interesting. I have found the apparent +problem and have cured the symptoms. However, I can do nothing to +prevent it from occurring again. + Also, it seems as if her medical file has a few problems with it. +I traced some of the anomalies down and found out some rather interesting +information." + + Malory was interested. + + "Please, continue." + + He looked at the slightly disdainful expression on the doctor's +face. + + "Would you like something to drink before you continue ?" he asked +cordially, taking a quick hint. + + "Why yes. I have been working solidly for awhile now", she rubbed her +temples. + + "I'll have a Maltian tea." + + Malory walked over to his replicator. + + "Computer. 1 Maltian tea, and 1 beer, dark." + + He handed the doctor her glass of blue liquid, while he held his +deep golden one. He saw a slight frown on the doctor's face. + + "Well, it seems that Lieutenant T'irna is suffering from severe +mental anguish. It was triggered by some event that occurred today, and +has thrown her otherwise logical mind into a state of chaos. I have +no idea what she sees when she opens her eyes, but I know that it is +not pleasurable as all of her systems exhibit a stress response. + I can give her treatments to reduce the effect of her effective +'waking nightmare' and possibly bring her back to her normal behavior. +What I cannot do is determine what caused the reaction. Her psyche +profile noted that she held some form of deep anger and fear, but could +not determine what the nature of it was. Moreover, as something of this +nature shows up, somewhat surprisingly I might add, in a vast majority +of Vulcans, this was not a really unexpected result, + What is more fascinating is the genetic malformation which she +carries. While it would be hard to confirm this, I have a theory which +would explain her genetic differences. Alas, there exist other theories +as well, since the malformation is so minor." + + Malory sipped at his beer and nodded his head. + + "It is my opinion that T'irna's mother is Half-Vulcan and +Half-Romulan. The genetic differences between the two races are minute at +best, but this would explain her mother's genetic abnormality. This, in turn +was passed down through her mother's side. Her father, incidentally, +was human. + It would appear that T'irna has a very confusing background at +best...." + + "Very good, Doctor. Do all you can for her. Inform me when she +reaches a rational state. I would like to talk with her." + + "Well Captain, I would think that the Lieutenant will be well in +less than 48 hours. She seems to be recuperating already. She is the +real one who can dictate her rate of recovery, not I. Her recovery rate +depends on her own mental ability to cope with its situation. My treatments +can do nothing for that. I don't know how long it will be before she +is truly 'stable', with no possibility of relapse as it is a matter +of her mind adjusting and coping." + + The doctor placed her half-finished tea on the table edge. + + "That is all Captain." + + Malory nodded. + + "Keep me notified then." + + As the doctor walked out, Malory took a deep drink from his +beer. While the syntheNHol didn't have the intoxicating effect of +true beer, the taste was similar. Moreover, Malory needed his wits +sharp, rather than the warm numbness associated with good dark beers. + Malory thought for a moment, reflectively scratching at his beardless +chin. He disposed of the glasses and walked back onto the bridge. + + As he sat on the bridge he looked out again over the stars. + + "Captain, we have a star system near at 382 mark 1 from our +present course according to long range scans." + + Malory listened to his first officer turned acting ORACLE 1 +operator. + + "Two planets are confirmed so far." + + "Mr. Qhasmon, alter our course. Let's begin exploring ....." + + + +......... + + + + Praetor Kh'arna smiled as he listened to the preliminary reports +from the two Romulan Commanders, V'hozen and Gho'dan. + + "Praetor. The Ferengi vessel was completely destroyed. Any +wreckage or debris will eventually fall into the star near the +coordinates at which we met the ship. As well, since the transponder +code was changed the Ferengi will have no knowledge of the incident. +If any questions are asked or raised, there is wormhole potential in +the area. Their ship simply came out too close to the star ..." + Commander Gho'dan finished his introductory report. + + "Praetor. We engaged the Delphi, in order to ascertain its +effectiveness. It seems that our initial reports are somewhat in error. +The Captain is Percivale Malory, not Assali. As well, the ship is +capable of limiting the effectiveness of our sensors by phase shifting +our own sensor echoes." Gho'dan smiled, his experiment had been very +fruitful. + "As well, the ship seems to have two modified photon torpedo +tubes. As far as detecting us, that is unclear. The Federation Captain +implied as much, but I feel that that was more of a bluff so that we +would not know about their sensor-countering capability." + V'hozen concluded his introductory report. + + "Impressive, both Commanders. You have performed your duties with +distinction. It would seem that our Federation source has outlived its +usefullness to us. It will be terminated. + + Now, for your full reports ..... " + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 5 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:56:59 GMT +Lines: 1007 + + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 5 + +"Tour of Duty" + + + + + Commodore Albrit paced in his office. He was highly upset +at the apparent lack of respect that he had been receiving recently. +He was so disturbed, in fact, that he had contacted StarFleet command. + He had decided that he should take a more active role in +overseeing the DELPHI project and had informed StarFleet that he should +join the DELPHI and 'observe'. As well, he wanted to assess any damage that +may have occurred as result of the incident in the Antillian asteroid belt. +Now, he was merely awaiting their reply. + With a barley audible hiss, the door to his office opened. +Lieutenant Yarin, Albrit's administrative aide, stepped in. + + "I thought that you may like some more coffee, sir .." + + Albrit nodded. This was the type of treatment that was supposed +to be given to a senior StarFleet officer, not innuendos of incompetence +by brash young Commanders, or Captains for that matter. + + As Yarin stepped back out of the office, Albrit sipped his coffee. +It was very good coffee. His primary message console beeped, and Albrit +quickly went back around his desk and looked at it. + + -- StarFleet communique -- + -- -- + -- Re. Query Delphi Observation -- + -- -- + -- Position as observation officer approved. -- + -- U.S.S. Kiev en route for transport. -- + -- Rendezvous Delphi at StarBase 89. -- + -- Observation period 14 days. -- + -- Delphi being ordered to return to StarBase -- + -- pending your arrival. -- + -- -- + -- End Communique -- + + Albrit smiled as he read the communique. He went over a mental +checklist and remembered that the Kiev was an older Excelsior-class +starship. It was adequate for taking him to the StarBase. There he would +not only meet with Hrgon and Hause, but also, he would be able to +observe the Delphi. Of course, if Malory seemed to be making poor +decisions, Albrit new that he could take command by exertion of his +rank.... + Albrit had another sip of his coffee, and finally, finished his +cup. He was smiling as he exited his office for his quarters. He had +many preparations to attend to. + + + +.... + + + Dr. Anne Mayak looked around the DELPHI sickbay. Currently +her sole patient, Lt. Eleyasan T'irna was still asleep. Mayak continued +looking at the routine medical readings that the computers displayed. +She noticed the change in stimulus levels instantly, as she turned +and looked at the now, slightly moving form of the lieutenant. She +looked on as T'irna opened her eyes. + + "Good morning Lieutenant, how do you feel?" + + Mayak glanced back at the readings, while keeping T'irna in +sight. Observing that the medical readouts were at acceptable levels, +she addressed her patient more thoroughly. She saw the Lt. struggle +against the invisible restraint field. + + "Dr., why am I restrained and in sickbay?" + + Mayak noted that the Lieutenant still had her cool voice, and that +she had stopped her vain struggles. + + "In due time Lt., first let me ask you some questions ... + + For starters, how do you feel ? ...." + + + +........ + + + + A portrait in space, two Romulan Warbirds loomed in the +foreground. Even then, they were dwarfed by the larger Romulan vessel, +the Karise. Shimmering into corporeality, two much smaller vessels +came into view. + + Aboard the Karise, Praetor Kh'arna sat calmly in his chambers. +He sat, staring at the holographic portrait of the great fire-falls of +Romulus. It was a luxury the Praetor could afford. Instinctively, he +knew it was time. He rose, and calmly proceeded to the briefing room +once again. + + In the main briefing room aboard the Karise, the Praetor sat in +his high backed chair and looked out over the stone table. On his +immediate left and right sat his two distinguished Warbird Commanders, +V'hozen and Gho'dan. As well, two more officers had arrived and had, as +required, taken seats farther down the table. Kh'arna knew the +accomplishments of these as well. + + "We are convened again", he began. With a touch, he caused a +holographic display to appear, centered over the table. He paused as he +allowed his officers to examine the display. + "Here, is our greater purpose...." he looked slowly and deliberately +at all of his officers. As he expected, they were all silent, examining the +role that their respective vessels would play in the upcoming event. + "Each of you will receive your exact orders, as always, upon your +departure. Is there any need for discussion ?" + + Commander V'hozen stared at the display before him. He had +already memorized it and was making mental notes. He was intrigued by the +appearance of his former subordinate, now-Commander Quarne. He knew that +Quarne was simply waiting for a WarBird now, he was very good.. + V'hozen knew that Quarne was a more than adequate +Commander. He thought about the mission of Quarne's ship, the +Vorthai. He ran some scenarios in his mind. 'QUARNE AND VYSLAN SHOULD +HAVE NO TROUBLE WITH THE DELPHI NOW..' he concluded. His thoughts were +broken, although he showed no outward appearance of it, by the Praetor. + + "Good. We shall re-affirm the might of the Romulan Empire then. +You are given leave. Return to your ships and make your necessary +preparations." The Praetor gave the small gathering a last long look +and departed, leaving the three Commanders and lone Sub-Commander alone. + + In space, the large Romulan ship Karise, eerily vanished. +As well, the two Warbirds both made smooth and graceful arcs as they +too shimmered out of view. Lastly, the two smaller scout ships began +moving. With the Vorthai slightly ahead of the Gathis, as one, the +ships disappeared, hurtling away from the paths of the other larger +vessels. + + +....... + + + Aboard the Delphi, Anna Zalvosta sat on her bed, kneeding the +sore muscles of her calfs. + + 'WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO NOW....' she thought, as +she continued her ministrations. Zalvosta was not a particularly +motivated person. In fact, she didn't even know why she had opted +for Starship Security, a trait that most probably singled her out +among all of the other starfleet security officers. + Most security personnel were people from torn families, or +people who had grown up on a hostile planet. Zalvosta's life was the +antithesis of this. Both of her parents were still alive and well, and +she had endured no undue hostility while growing up in New Kiev. Still, +this was where she wanted to be. + + The good part about being selected by Meede as his 'second', was +that she almost alternated shifts with him, they were only together for +a few hours a day. The bad thing about the selection was that she only +saw Meede for a few hours a day. She was intrigued by the small man whose +self-confidence filled the room that he was in. + + She had been amazed at his sharp-shooting display. She herself +had been using phasers ever since she was a child, as her father +had worked with StarFleet on modifying phaser technology. She was curious +about her superior officer, another characteristic that marked her as a +different kind of security officer. + + She shrugged. + Zalvosta finished her self-massage, rose and then stretched some. +Stifling a yawn, she lay back down on her bed, pulling the covers over +her. She curled up and instinctively hugged her cushion. She could +muse and wonder some other time.... She drifted off to sleep. + + + +........ + + + + Commodore Albrit looked around his quarters. He had +already finished packing a small travel case, and was now working +on filling a much larger travel locker. His room lights, as always +were on the slightly dim side. Strangely, the Commodore felt +slightly hot. + He walked over to the climate controls and made sure that they +were adjusted properly. As he saw that they were, sweat beaded on his +brow. Albrit, moved towards the replicator. + 'WATER, THAT'S ALL I NEED'. His thoughts seemed muddled, +and he was having to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. + + *BEEP*BLEAOP* + + "Cc-ome", Albrit muttered as he sank to his knees on the floor. +He felt very weak now. + + Albrit never saw who entered his room. He collapsed to the floor +and blacked out ..... + + + +......... + + + + + Across the stars, at StarBase 89, the Fangorn slowly orbited +the StarBase. The large vessel easily dwarfed the nearby Nebulae-class +vessel. + + Captain Tzyin Orgl stepped onto the bridge of the Fangorn, she +was not prepared for what awaited her. The entire bridge was only +dimly lit, red lights illuminated most displays, and there were +a pair of large transparent-sheet displays near the turbolift. + Orgl stepped out, and then stepped down into the sunken +command area. From out of the shadows, she was accosted by a figure. +As her eyes adjusted, the figure stopped directly before her, looming +several inches abover her, she noted some movement above the head of the +figure. + The figure firmly took her by the arm. By this time, however, +her eyes had accustomed to the darkness, and directly before her in a small, +raised, swiveling command chair, sat Admiral Hrgon. + + "It is good that you are here Captain. I see that you have met +my primary weapons officer, Commander Qh'sem", the Admiral gestured +towards the Andorian who stood near her. + + "Ahh, yes sir, I have, although he did not introduce himself ..." +Orgl responded curtly. + + "Excellent. Mr. Qh'sem, you have the bridge. Captain, in my ready +room. We have many plans to discuss ....." + + +....... + + + Malory looked on as his ship entered the AR-24 star system. +He wondered for a moment at the name of the system, but then quickly +decided that it was the result of some astronomers' power struggle. +The dull-orangish star sat distantly in the forward viewscreen, closer, +one of the two planets of the system sat in the foreground. The Delphi +dropped into the system at a leisurely one-quarter impulse. + + "Sir, I'm getting some strange sort of reflection from the planet." + + Malory turned. This was one of the few hours of the day when +all senior staff were on duty, and as such, Lt. O'bourne was there. + + "What can you make of it Mr. O'bourne." + + "That's all sir, it's as if the sensors reach below the surface +and then simply bounce back, although there is a slight shift." + + Malory faced his first officer, who was currently doubling as primary +ORACLE operator as well. + + "Mr. Assali, what do you make of the planet ?" + + "Well sir, it is on the verge of being an M-class planet. Atmosphere +is dust-laden and has a lower oxygen percentage. Surface temperature is +a very warm 360 Kelvins, only limited knowledge of the planet proper +can be obtained however. The signal seems to be either reflecting, +distorting or both. It is difficult to interpret these readings." + + Malory frowned. + + "Sir, I am receiving some form of garbled transmission apparently +from the planet, it seems to be calling something "VILLAGE ANTE" +possibly in reference to one of the "colonizing movements" of the early +23rd century." Penthrach monitored his console. + Meede was at his secondary position, weapons officer, as he +looked at the message on his display. + "It sounds more like VIGIL ANTARES to me Captain." Meede +informed the Captain. "In reference to the first explorer to +begin charting the neutral zone.... he was from Gralve IV as well ..." + + "Indeed. + Helm, move us towards the planet, increase speed to three- +quarters impulse." Malory was interested. + + Malory again faced Assali. + + "What would be needed for an away team, anything more than the +standard hostile-environment suits ?" + + "No sir." + + Malory wondered for an instant. The difference was between letting +experienced people go down and verify whether the sensors were operating +properly, or whether to ignore the possible problem. Malory made his +decision. + + "Very well, minimal away-team. + Helm, increase to full impulse speed .. let's get this over quick." + + Assali rose from his position at the ORACLE 1 position. + "Mr. Qhasmon, Mr. Meede, your with me ..." + + *vhoosh* + + The turbo-lift doors closed, taking Meede, Assali, and Qhasmon +to the transporter room. + + Malory looked around the bridge, as tradition had dictated, the +first and second officers had left. That coupled with Meede's absence +and T'irna's illness, left himself ,O'bourne, and Penthrach as senior bridge +crew. He did not relish that idea. + + "Sir ! There seems to be some energy discharge on the planet's +surface ! ... It's gone now. With the amount of reflection ORACLE +is receiving at this distance, it is hard to tell exactly what happened. +These readings really are a mess!" + + "Captain. I'm picking up some form of garbled communication again." + + < ...lante...twelve...survive...suits held..one day...failure..> + + "It seems to be originating from the planet, but there is an +enormous amount of distortion." + + Malory thought, "Respond ask for identification and offer +our assistance." + Malory looked on as Penthrach hailed the planet. + + "Attention Planetside, this is the U.S.S. DELPHI, please identify +yourselves. We are prepared to offer assistance if needed." + + Penthrach scratched his head for a moment, and pulled the corners +of his mouth tighter. + + "I would speculate that we are getting 'sensor bleed' into our +communications sensors from ORACLE. The comm sensors are augmented +some by ORACLE..." + Malory shook his head and gazed at the orangy-brown orb +before him. His gut was having a bad feeling, something +just didn't feel right. Malory looked back to his tactical console, +no one had reported yet. Inwardly Malory cursed, as he jogged around +the bridge and up to the console. + + "Mr. Penthrach, inform all decks that we will be going to yellow +alert. + Inform the away team as to our status, and tell them to proceed +with dispatch." + + Malory paused. + + "Belay that, have the away team beam down as usual, but inform +the transporter room to tell Lt. Qhasmon to return to the bridge +as soon as possible. His abilities will be better utilized on the bridge +this time." + + Malory licked his lips as he glanced at the tactical console. + +..... + + + Yeomans Upaw, Bronsdale, and Albert stood at station in +transporter room 1. Albert and Bronsdale were dressed in full-containment +environmental suits, while Upaw stood at the transporter controls. + + *vhoosh* + + The door to the room opened and Cmmdr. Assali, Lt. Qhasmon and +Security Chief Meede lumbered in, all dressed in suits similar to those +of Albert and Bronsdale. + "Lt. Qhasmon, the Captain has ordered your immediate return to the +bridge", Upaw announced. + + Even through the visor of the containment suit, Upaw could see the +irritation building in the Andorian. Still the Andorian simply turned +and strode out of the room. Meede pointed towards Albert, and Albert joined +Meede and Assali on the transporter pad. Bronsdale stood at station, as +the gesture by Meede had indicated that he would be used only as an +emergency measure to provide backup. + + "We have landing coordinates. Activate your signal enhancers +when you are ready for beam-out. They will help the transporter achieve +a positive lock due to the signal interference which we are experiencing." + + Upaw looked at the scowl on Meede's face. In a glance it told him, +"Stop the lecture and proceed. Senior officers are aware of procedure +Yeoman." + Upaw energized the transporter. + + The three figures shimmered away off of the transporter pad. + + +..... + + + On the dusty and desolate surface of the planet of the AR-24 +star system, three figures materialized. They looked around at the +desolation. The shortest figure and the tallest figure both +had tricorders in their hands, as well, the short one already +had a phaser in his other hand. The third figure merely turned slowly +from side to side, looking at the scenery. + + Meede and Assali looked at one another, the tricorder readings +that they were receiving were far different from the readings that they +had observed while using ORACLE. + + "This direction" the voice of Assali crackled on the suits' +comm system. Meede concurred with the assessment and all three figures +began climbing a small hill. As they climbed they encountered some +small fragments of grey 'metal', their tricorders yielded inconclusive +evidence as to its composition or origin. + + +..... + + + "Captain, we are definitely receiving some form of distress call +from the planet. There is a large amount of interference, and it is hard to +determine the exact content. I think that whoever they are, that they +seem to be in some form of danger. I think that I heard something +about some critical medical conditions." + + Malory shook his head. + "What?" he asked. + + Penthrach turned and faced his Captain. + + "I said that ..." + + Malory waved off Penthrach. + + "Don't you think that it is peculiar that we are now +receiving some form of distress call? From a planet that we know +next to nothing about?" + Malory didn't like the situation at all. + "Could you get a read on the coordinates of the transmission?" + + "Yes, I think so sir." Penthrach responded. + + Anticipating the next question, he added, "The away team, +by my estimates are roughly 400 meters from the source of the +transmission." + + Malory thought. He did not like unknowns like this, still +the time that it would take for the away team to reach the coordinates +could be critical if there were a medical emergency of some sort. + + "Have a security detail in the transporter room, notify medical +as well. Utmost caution should be used however. Continue full sensor +sweeps of the planet and system." + + "But Sir! we are still experiencing garbled sensor readings ..." + + Malory faced O'bourne. + "Do it Lieutenant..." + + +....... + + + Yeoman Upaw received the message on his console and +relayed the information to Yeoman Bronsdale. As Bronsdale took +a position near the pad, Yeoman Seneshal and Ensign Hamden +entered the room, as well as Dr. Mayak and a blue-shirted technician. + + Upaw looked around nervously. + + "Energizing", he said. + + With the sensor echoes, it was hard to distinguish the proper +pattern as he began the materialization process. Something didn't +look right however, and he altered the procedure somewhat and +tried adjusting the transporter locking sensors. + + "Materializing .... (I think)" he whispered. + + + Six objects began regaining corporeality on the transporter +pad. It seemed as if there were 3 standing, 2 kneeling, and one +prone. They shimmered into existence and Upaw was shocked. + A rust-skinned woman stood in the middle, a female +Klingon and a male 'klingon' with a smooth forehead also stood. Two human +males were kneeling over the form of a Vulcan. Green blood was oozing from +the Vulcan. They were all wearing skin-tight black bodysuits. + + The woman made a move towards a tricorder-like device in her +off hand. She managed to press one button with her thumb. + + Immediately Upaw alerted "Look out! She's got a weapon." +In his effort to transport, he had apparently been unable to screen the +transportees for any discernible weapons. Of course, it could be something +that the transporter did not think was a weapon ... + + + *PHZZAT* + + Yeoman Seneschal wasted no time in shooting the female in the +arm. She winced and dropped the tricorder-like device. + + *vhoosh* + + The doors to the room opened and Lt. Qhasmon rushed in, phaser +in hand. + + The klingon female dropped into a crouch and began a lunge, +her black bodysuit rippling with the muscles underneath. + The Klingon female made a move towards her belt. + + *PHZZAT* + *PHZZAT* + + Qhasmon's shot hit first as Seneschal's was immediately following. +The Klingon grunted, and dropped to one knee. + 'I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S STILL UP', thought Seneschal, +'SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OUT COLD BY NOW...' + + "Identify yourselves." Qhasmon hissed. + + Qhasmon returned her gaze, as the lead figure seemed to evaluate +him. He saw her eyes on his phaser as he increased the setting. The +room was beginning to become to cluttered, with man blue shirts and +yellow shirts entering. + Qhasmon looked on as she dropped the device that she was holding +and made a hand motion to the rest of her team. They seemed to ease out +of their attack posture. + +....... + + + Assali, Meede and Albert cleared the ridge, only to observe +a craft of some kind. None recognized its material but it did appear +to be a non-standard Federation drop-ship. Meede and Assali looked +at their tricorders, apparently, there was some kind of power surge .... + + Meede recognized it as an apparent breakdown sequence. + + "It's going to destruct..." he spoke over the comm system. + + *K'FLASH* + + +..... + + + + Qhasmon held his position, gaze fixed on the apparent leader +of the group. The group was a collage in itself, he recognized +the racial make-up as Klingon, Human, Vulcan/Romulan and even Kalonian. +He had some respect for the Kalonian. + + Qhasmon looked on as the apparent leader of the group spoke. + + "We have injured. Get your doctors to work." + + Qhasmon snarled as he motioned to Mayak and her assistant. He +began to address the female as Yeoman Upaw interrupted him. + + "Sir! Bridge reports that we have just registered a high +intensity explosion on the planet's surface." + + "Coordinates? The team? " Qhasmon was veritably snarling. + + Upaw looked at his console, the images that were being relayed +to him, were confused at best. He thought that he interpreted them +correctly. + + "Bridge reports no survivors, positive confirmation is difficult +though." + + Upaw thought, his training kicking in. + "Sir, I believe that she activated some form of detonation +device." + + The woman merely gazed at the Yeoman, speechless. + + Bronsdale piped in, "Sir, she just killed Assali, Meede and +Albert!" + + The woman did not deign to address the Yeoman, but remained +facing Qhasmon. + "You had no business in putting an away team down there." + + Mayak busily attended to her patient, the Vulcan, she could +feel the tension in the air. Qhasmon motioned with his hand. + + "Add extra security, even to those in sickbay" his voice +deathly quiet, his gaze locked with that of the female. Mayak +began moving the others out. + + *vhoosh* + + "But sir !! She is responsible for ..." + + *PZAAT* + + Qhasmon's beam struck Bronsdale, sending him senseless. Qhasmon +stared back at the female remaining on the transporter pad. + "That is quite enough Yeoman", Qhasmon hissed. + + "And that is quite enough as well, LIEUTENANT Qhasmon, you will +return to the bridge *NOW*, I will speak with you later." + + Malory stepped into the transporter room. Now, only +himself, Upaw, Seneschal and the woman remained, as well as the +prone form of Bronsdale. + + + Whitecloud came to attention on the transporter pad as she +saw the pips in the man's collar. His features could have been +almost youthful, save for the steely glint in his blue eyes and the +firmness he had held in his voice. + + "Sir, the woman ..." Upaw began. + + "That is enough Yeoman. I am aware of the situation." Malory +was terse with the Yeoman. + + He looked at the woman, she appeared to be about as tall as +he, around 5' 8". She had darkly tanned skin and straight +black hair, her dark eyes were defiant. She had sharp angular +features that would be considered beautifully exotic in almost +any human culture, as well as some non-human ones. He addressed her. + + "Your name." + + "Andrea Smith." + + "Very well, 'Ms. Smith', Security officer Seneschal will +escort you to medical, then we shall meet. We have much to discuss." + + "Yes sir", she said reflexively. + + Malory stared ahead at the transporter. He felt older. He +was aware of the Yeoman at the transporter control panel. + + "Attend to Mr. .... Bronsdale..". Malory turned and left, +leaving Upaw to help a now groggy Yeoman Bronsdale. + + + +..... + + + Meede, Assali, and Albert shielded their eyes. Each knew that +they were dead.... + + They opened their eyes. They were apparently standing on a +transporter pad. Each was in the same position as he had been when he +had felt the icy grip of certain death. + + "You timed that awfully close ...." Meede stopped midsentence as +he looked around the transporter room. This was *NOT* one of the +transporter rooms of the DELPHI. Meede looked at the tall blonde +female human who was standing behind the transporter control panel. +She was wearing some form of dark baggy uniform which held no rank +insignia or other visible markings. + "Who are you, and what kind of uniform is that." + Meede's hand was already holding his phaser. + + With a helpful addendum, Albert spoke," Sir, I don't think that +this is the DELPHI." + Both he and Assali were now holding their phasers as well. + + "I wish you wouldn't do that." + + All turned as they looked at a medium built, bald, pointed-eared +humanoid who was also wearing the same baggy black uniform. With him +were half a dozen others in similar garb. They all carried rather strange +phasers. The little insignia that they did wear did appear to be like +some of StarFleet's. + + Assali addressed the Vulcan, as the Vulcan appeared to be in some +position of leadership over the others. + + "Mister, I demand an explanation. Who are you people?" + Meede worked on hailing the DELPHI, while keeping his phaser leveled. +The Vulcan addressed Meede. + + "That won't be necessary, this room is quite shielded." + + None of the three standing on the pad had lowered their weapons. +In fact, Meede had already decided on his plan of action, should worst come +to worst. + Finally, they yielded. Not because of the phasers of the black-garbed +people, but because of the transporter chief, whose hand was over a button +on the console. Being on a transporter pad was not a good tactical position. + As soon as they lowered their phasers, the six who had entered +with the Vulcan came and relieved them of their weapons and significant +equipment. + + As soon as the trio was out of their environmental suits, the +Vulcan spoke. + "Now I'd like to welcome you aboard, I'm Commander Norton. +I apologize for the abrupt transport, but considering the circumstances, +the Captain did not see another viable option." + + Assali stepped forward. While still skeptical, he was not in a +position to dictate terms. He introduced his team. + "I am Lieutenant Commander Assali, First officer of the +U.S.S. DELPHI." + With a gesture of his hands, he included the rest of the team. + "These are Lieutenant Meede, and Yeoman Albert." + + Meede spoke. + "Now. we would like to know just who you people are, who's in +charge, and why we cannot contact our ship." + + "All in due time Lieutenant. Now, if you would follow these +men to your temporary quarters, I'm sure that after that storm, you +would like to get cleaned up." + + "Sir", Assali spoke sarcastically, "We are not going anywhere until +we get some answers." + + The Vulcan hesitated a moment, and then produced an older +style communicator. He spoke into it, nodding periodically. + + "Commander, All I am authorized to tell you at this time is +that the DELPHI stumbled onto a top-secret StarFleet Project during a +training accident. Much information beyond that, would make you and your +crew extremely difficult to safely release, especially if you are going to +be stationed within this quadrant." + + "I'm sorry, but to us, that is not sufficient, Sir", Meede spoke +up. + + The Vulcan paused and then spoke. + "If that's the way you want it.... Chief Swanson, I'd like you to +totally disable the transporter in this room." + He turned and addressed one of his men,"Make sure that all computer +interfaces are disconnected as well, except for the Food Replicator. + Gentlemen, this is not one of the more comfortable quarters +to billet in, and the head has minimal wash facilities. But +since this is where you wish to remain ... We are flexible." + + Meede nodded to himself. He was holding none of the cards in this +game. Assali turned and conferred softly with him. + Assali spoke. + "Understood Commander, your point is well-taken. Standard +quarters will be sufficient until such time as we are returned to the +Delphi." + + Vulcan Commander Norton smiled, "Very good." + + Meede and Assali noted the functionality of the corridors +and rather spartan design of the ship (what they saw of it) as +they were escorted away bay some more people clad in black. As +they passed one of the doors, Assali saw that there was apparently +another transporter pad in that room. + 'THAT CAN'T BE, THAT LOOKS LARGE ENOUGH FOR A HUNDRED PEOPLE TO +TRANSPORT ..', he thought. + + The trio was lead to their billet, and the door opened crisply. +One member of their escort spoke. "The quarters in this section were designed +for four occupants. The replicators can provide any of your needs, so make +yourselves comfortable. + + "We are confined to these quarters?" Meede spoke. + + "In essence ... yes. The Captain and First officer however, would +like to speak to you soon and hopefully, will answer some of your questions." + + Meede, Assali, and Albert stepped into their 'quarters' and the +door closed behind them. + +.......... + + "Sir, We have the transmission from StarBase 89", Lt. Penthrach's +voice rang over the communicator. + + "Thank you Mr. Penthrach" Malory spoke to his intercom in his +ready-room. He sat back in his chair and punched the files up on his +console. He had been awaiting this transmission since getting the +standard retina scans done. He hoped that StarFleet records could shed +some light on his new 'visitors'. + Each file was accompanied by the usual poor quality visual +of the subject. Captain Malory browsed through the first page of each file. + + + -- NAME : William Jacob Collins -- + -- RANK : Ensign -- + -- POSITION : Flight specialist -- + -- U.S.S. AMBARTSUMIAN, NCC-3817 -- + -- NOTES : Ship destroyed by engine core -- + -- failure, all hands lost. -- + -- StarDate 46998 -- + + -- NAME : Joseph Franz -- + -- RANK : Yeoman -- + -- POSITION : Security Specialist -- + -- U.S.S. El Cid NCC-534-B -- + -- NOTES : Killed in action during border-- + -- skirmish with Kardassians. -- + -- StarDate 47310 -- + + -- NAME : S'Turlek -- + -- RANK : Ensign -- + -- POSITION : Junior Science Officer -- + -- U.S.S. TONTI NCC-599 -- + -- NOTES : Missing, assumed dead after -- + -- shuttle disappeared near -- + -- Neutral Zone. -- + -- StarDate 47329 -- + + -- NAME : Anndrea Clay-Dove Whitecloud -- + -- RANK : Lieutenant, Junior Grade -- + -- POSITION : Assistant Chief of Security -- + -- U.S.S. REGULUS NCC-1840-C -- + -- NOTES : Killed in transporter accident-- + -- StarDate 47360 -- + + -- From KLINGON Imperial Fleet HQ -- + + -- NAME : K'Lerana Valerta Krogg -- + -- RANK : Commander -- + -- POSITION : Command Pilot -- + -- Reconnaissance ship, TRARLON -- + -- NOTES : Ship lost while on classified -- + -- mission. -- + + -- SUBJECT : KALONIAN National -- + -- StarFleet has no record of the-- + -- Kalonian subject. -- + + -- NOTE : The Kalonian Defense Force -- + -- (KDF) maintains its policy to -- + -- protect the privacy of all its-- + -- citizens. -- + +Malory reread the information, then made his decision. As he rose +from his chair and stretched, he heard the familiar piping sound of +the intercom yet again. + "Go ahead Mr. Penthrach.." + + "Sir, we have a transmission from StarFleet Command, they +have ordered us back to StarBase 89 to await arrival of Commodore +Albrit. They have specified for our immediate return." + + "Thank you, Mr. Penthrach. Inform StarFleet Command that we +are en route." + Malory ran his hands through his brown hair and looked out of the +viewport. He didn't like this, he didn't like this situation one bit. + + *BLEAP-BLOP* + + "Come in", Malory said, as he turned to face his visitors. + + "Sir, Lieutenant T'irna reporting for duty." + + Malory faced his "Vulcan" Oracle 1 operator as well as Dr. Mayak +who had accompanied her. Malory looked at the Doctor. Mayak merely +nodded. + + Malory clasped his hands behind his back. He had three of his +best officers missing and most probably dead on the planet below, one officer +awaiting disciplinary action, and six people whom he had beamed up from the +planet awaiting. Now he had an officer who had had a breakdown just +over a day ago reporting for duty. + Malory turned around, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, +and turned around again. + + "Welcome back Lieutenant. We have confusing sensor readings which +you may be able to clarify, please proceed and give me a report with +dispatch." + + Malory nodded, dismissing the Lieutenant. + + T'irna turned and exited the ready room. Mayak remained. + + "I'm trusting your judgement rather quickly on this one Doc." Malory +smiled wearily. + + Mayak merely raised her eyebrows. + "I *should* know best .. At any rate, the Lieutenant seems to be +fully recovered from whatever collapse she had. Quite frankly it astonished +me, but her tests all check out, and I think that getting busy is the +best medicine for cases like that anyway..." + + "Very well Doctor. I would like her condition monitored more closely +however. We can't afford to lose any more crew members...." + + Malory almost thought he saw a tear in the eye of the hardened doctor. + + "Yes sir." + + With that Mayak quickly left, and Malory was again alone in his ready +room. + + + +...... + + + + "CAPTAIN'S LOG : U.S.S. GALLANT Resky Goduskin commanding ... + + We have just finished our initial sweep of this sector along the +Neutral Zone. The old space-dog that she is, the GALLANT is holding up +well. This sector has always been somewhat contested on paper by the +Romulans, but I can report that we haven't seen any sign of Romulan +incursion yet. + Due to our position however, the Admiral has me only send +reports to StarBase 89 every two days. We have been spending our +'off-days' for the last week penetrating the fringes of Romulan space, +as stipulated by, and in accord with the treaty. I have just finished +sending him our report. All is well in this sector. + It still makes me edgy though, I guess I'll never grow out of my +Orion ancestry.... Maybe I've been flirting along the Neutral Zone too +long.... + + End Log." + + Captain Goduskin looked around his bridge. He really was pleased +with his ship's performance. It had been admirable to say the least. It had +proven (in his mind anyway) that it was one of the sturdiest of one of +StarFleet's most dependable classes of ships, the Excelsior Class. + Goduskin smiled to himself. Everything was in order, the ship +was currently preparing to make a slower, more detailed sweep of the +sector, and everything was well within normal operating parameters. + + +........... + + + Praetor Kh'arna sat calmly in his chair, looking at the +grey and blue form of the Federation Starship. He had seen many +battles and had commanded many ships. Now, he was ushering in yet +another new design of Romulan ship. + + "Commander, inform me when initial armings are completed. +Monitor the Federation ship's status and begin initialization of +subspace dampners." + + The Karise, a larger newer prototype version of the Warbird +sat cloaked, watching as the Gallant cruised slowly by. Moments +counted down. + + "Praetor ... All is in readiness ..." + +.......... + + "Sir, Romulan decloaking !! + My God!! It's larger than anything I've ever seen....." + + Goduskin only nodded his head in agreement as the large +ship eerily shimmered into view before him. + + "Raise shields, Red Alert, inform StarBase 89, and hail the Romulan." + + Goduskin was inwardly cursing, + "Prepare phasers and photons, maximum yield...." + + The Gallant's communications officer spoke , "Sir, they are +jamming our transmissions, I can't get a message out. The Romulan +as well, is not responding...." + + Goduskin licked his lips slowly ... + "Helm, prepare for warp speed, on my mark." + + "Too late sir!" the Gallant's weapons officer spoke. + + Goduskin looked on as two huge balls of green energy hurtled +towards his ship. + + "Evasive Maneuvers ...." + + The balls of plasma impacted. + + "Shields down sir, casualties reported, Warp engines still +at full capacity thought." + + "Helm, continue evasives. Tactical Return fire. + +....... + + Kh'arna watched as the Federation ship rocked underneath the +two balls of plasma. He knew the Federation ship Captain would not +expect another plasma ball so soon, even if he had correctly diagnosed +the first one. + + Kh'arna decided that his ship was ready. + + "Fire plasma .. Full strength." + +....... + + As the photons and phasers impacted the Romulan ship, Goduskin +noted with disdain that there was little appreciable effect. And then, +he saw it again, a larger and smaller orb hurtling towards him. + + He almost had time to breathe a prayer. + +...... + + "Praetor, Federation ship destroyed. They were able to send no +messages out while we were decloaked." + + Kh'arna sat in his chair, he liked this ship's power. + + "Very well, set course for the rendezvous." + + The Karise shimmered again out of view, leaving only a pile +of space flotsam, where the Gallant once was. + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 6 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:57:48 GMT +Lines: 1107 + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 6 + +"Tangled webs" + + + + + "Who are these people?" Lieutenant Meede stormed. + + "We'll find out soon enough." Commander Assali said coolly. + + "We need to exercise utmost caution. We have been abducted +by an unknown force. This clearly constitutes a hostile act. If +these were StarFleet officers, they sure as HELL wouldn't treat +other officers in such a manner. I suggest we make mental +preparations for becoming hostages... That 'Commander Norton', +looks suspiciously Romulan to me..." Meede responded. + + The fierce sandstorms down on the planet and the stale +sweat from wearing the environmental suits had left all of them quite +grimy, so they were all taking turns using the toilet and washing +facilities. + Yeoman Albert watched as his two senior officers +talked. He decided that he would take first shift on the shower. +It did feel good to take a shower... + Upon exiting the shower, he had the replicator create a new +uniform for him. Before he put the uniform on however, he took +a few moments to inspect the drawers which were near the replicator. + "Sirs, you might want to see this .." he pulled out a laminated +card which had been lodged in the back of one of the drawers. + + +' +Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Vigilante. + +--- There will be a mandatory meeting for all personnel at + 0830 in shuttle bay 1. This should give all a chance to + get settled. All crew assignments will be handed out at + this time. + +--- Ship's uniforms are available from the replicators in + each room just program required size. Standard Star- + Fleet issue boots are appropriate. (a slight wait may be + necessary, full power is currently not on line) + +--- Please make yourself as comfortable as possible, + as soon as more quarters are finished they will be + assigned. +' + + Assali and Meede both quickly looked over the card. + + Assali spoke first, "It really doesn't tell us much. Except maybe +the name of the ship." + + "It fits", Meede interjected, "That original hail we heard was +garbled, but could have been directed towards a vessel named 'Vigilante'." + + Albert unwisely interrupted the discussion, eliciting a scowl +from the grimy face of Lt Meede. + "Sirs, perhaps you should use the showers before they decide +to talk to us", he sheepishly suggested. + Assali and Meede glanced at one another. Meede shrugged. + + "Thank you Mr Albert. I almost forgot" Assali said as he +headed for the shower. + Meede waited his turn, and looked over the card some more. + Albert remained silent. + +...... + + + Malory stood at the tactical position on the bridge. Tactical +was still where he felt the most comfortable. He looked on as Lt T'irna +began working again at her post. As well, Dr Mayak was present, +observing T'irna. + + Lt T'irna sat calmly at her position of primary ORACLE operator, +and after a few moments of work she faced the Doctor. + "Dr Mayak, you do not need to continue observation. Such +a course is wasteful of both your time and energy. I am more than +able to perform my necessary duties." + She then turned and addressed Malory. + "Sir, I have been able to eliminate the distortion from +ORACLE. It was merely a matter of focusing on a smaller area and +accounting for a sensor shift of a fixed magnitude. + The distortion was caused by the fact that the substratum +of this planet is crystalline. I am unsure as to exactly how yet, +but this causes a sensor wavelength shift. The scale was more than +ORACLE compensates for on its own, thus I had to manually change the +scale." + + "Can you detect any lifesigns ... or bodies." Malory asked. + + "No sir, I detect a small amount of material that could have +compromised the hull of a very small ship. There is some organic +residue as well, indeterminate amounts..." + + Malory's face grew stony. So this was it. Now he had lost +three of his best officers. Malory felt the gaze of his crewmen +on him. A tear formed in his eye. + "I can't believe they're actually dead!" O'bourne was +somewhat hysterical. + + "Calm yourself Lieutenant, this is StarFleet, danger and tragedy +come with wearing the uniform... + Lt T'irna, continue sensor sweeps of the system and sensor +searches of the planet. Just in case we may have missed something. + Mr Penthrach, inform Dr Mayak and Ensign Zalvosta to meet me +in the conference room. As well, send a message to StarBase 89 informing +them of our situation. Let them know that we will depart after +sensor sweeps have concluded that there is nothing salvageable left. + Mr. Qhasmon plot a course for StarBase 89, inform me when we +are ready to leave. + I'll be in my ready room, for a moment, then the conference room. +I think it is time that I spoke with one of our 'guests'." + +...... + + + Assali, Meede, and Albert were escorted through the +corridors of the 'Vigilante'. The three were perfectly groomed in +standard StarFleet uniforms. The few others they saw in the +hallways wore the same baggy black uniform with several large +'cargo' pockets. Everyone they saw walked crisply and stiff, +all seemed to be overly disciplined and didn't ever give them a +second glance. + Meede paid particular attention to these behaviors. + 'DISCIPLINED....', he thought. His abductors had just moved +up several notches on his personal 'danger scale'. + + The trio was lead into a fairly large sized room, large that is, +compared to most of the other rooms that they had seen. The walls were a flat +gray, like the rest of the ship, and a U-shaped table that had eight chairs +around it was centered in the room. Around the perimeter of the room there +were other chairs as well. Moreover, in the center of the U there was a +single chair positioned to face any persons who were seated at the table + Assali and Meede knew the scene. + + "It's a court room" Assali said after they had stood in it +for a moment. + Albert was decidedly confused. + "Are we being put a trial?" he asked. + Meede simply scowled, gritting his teeth and raising his blood +pressure. His muscles flexed involuntarily in anger. + + Just then, the door slid open. The trio looked on as the +"Vulcan/Romulan" whom had identified himself as Commander Norton +walked in. He was accompanied by a short female. She looked Klingon +save that her forehead was smooth, absent of ridges. + 'A KALONIAN', Meede thought. He knew them to be a very +warrior-like race. They were similar to the Andorians or Tellarians in +aggressive tendencies. This one looked composed though, and that +bothered Meede. + What really disturbed Meede was the last figure to walk in. +He was a goodly sized human male, about 2 meters in height with +long graying black hair which was thinning on top and pulled back in a +pony tail. + Meede stared at the man for a moment. + "I thought you were dead," he hesitated a moment, and then added, +"Sir." + "It's good to see you again too, Mr Meede" the man said. + + Assali turned to the Lieutenant "You know this man?". + "Yes sir, I served briefly under him aboard the Nielsen +before I was promoted to the Charlemagne." + + "Wasn't the Nielsen part of the armada destroyed at +Wolf-359?" Albert asked. + + "Please allow me to introduce myself" the man said, ignoring +the question. He offered his hand to Assali. + "I'm Captain Anthony and I'd like to personally welcome you +aboard the U.S.S. Vigilante." + He motioned to the Kalonian with him," and this is +my first officer, Commander Tarva." + + She didn't offer her hand, just slightly nodded toward them. + "Now, I suppose you have a lot of questions, why don't you +have a seat and we'll see if we can answer any of them." Anthony +indicated the chairs at the table as he and Commander Tarva +headed for them. + "Sir, if you really are a commissioned StarFleet ship why +have you not allowed us to contact the Delphi?" Meede asked +before everybody was fully seated. + + "I thought that would be the first question you'd ask" +Anthony said with a grin. + "As I'm sure Mr Norton has advised you, the U.S.S. Vigilante is +a top secret project. We are under strict orders not to reveal +ourselves to anybody. We are to remain anonymous until such time we +have completed the mission for which we were designed and are training +for. If we were to simply allow you to call the DELPHI that would be in +direct violation of one of our primary mission directives." + + "Its interesting that our sensors didn't directly detect you +as we approached the planet ...", Assali lead. Assali knew that the +sensor interference from the planet could have made it difficult +to notice a ship which was just coming into the system, or one on the +opposite side of the planet. + + "As I've said, we are an experimental ship, I really can't +get into our 'stealth' capabilities." + Assali, Meede and Anthony exchanged evaluating looks. + Assali was amazed at the audacity and confidence of Captain Anthony. + "Captain, aren't you concerned that the Delphi is looking for us?" + + Tarva fielded this question, "We were aware that the remains of +the ship that had crashed would be destroyed after the survivors +were evacuated. We pulled you three off the planet just before +you would have been vaporized by the blast. Hopefully the +DELPHI will think that you were killed." + + "Hopefully they'll think we were killed? You want them to +abandon us? Then what, you keep us against our will, kill us +yourselves, what?" Meede was angry, and thus assumed his head-of-security +authoritative tone. + + Anthony replied calmly "Lieutenant, our intention was to keep you +from harm, if we wanted you dead, we would have ignored you." + "Which we almost did." Tarva added, a hint of a smile playing on +her lips. + + Assali thought while Meede, Tarva and Anthony spoke. He reached a +conclusion. + "The way I see it then, you are looking for some way to exchange +us for your missing crew without revealing yourselves. Does that sum up +the situation? " Assali was guessing that the DELPHI had been able to +beam up whomever had made the distress call, and that those people had been +members of the Vigilante's crew. + + "Most of it." Anthony said. + "There is a bit more we must accomplish to clean up this +incident properly." Tarva added. + "And that is?" Meede asked. + "We must insure that all computer and other records of the +DELPHI's foray into AR-24 are erased or altered to exclude any +and all contact with the Vigilante and her personnel." Tarva +replied casually. + Albert could scarcely believe what he was hearing. + "That's impossible...Sir", he blurted out. + He turned to face Assali, "Sir, Captain Malory would never go for +altering the computer records... would he?" + Tarva looked at Assali "Is the Captain of the DELPHI +Percival Malory?" she asked seemingly innocently. + + +...... + + + Percival Malory stood outside of the main conference room of +the DELPHI as Dr Mayak and Ensign Zalvosta arrived. He addressed Zalvosta. + "Ensign, I know that this will be a shock to you, but I have +decided to make you the new Chief of Security for this ship. Since it is +not acceptable for an Ensign to be in this position, I contacted StarFleet +and am authorized to grant you a field promotion to Lieutenant, Junior Grade, +with all of the priveleges and responsibilities that that rank entails. + Congratulations. I wish the circumstances weren't as they are and +this change could have been made less abruptly." + Malory thought about his decision. He knew from Meede's logs that +this was the security officer he was training to be a leader. All he could +do was trust his late security chief's confidence in her abilities. + "Here are your new pips ..." he said as he handed her a half- +pip for her uniform. + Together, Mayak, Malory and Zalvosta entered and took their places +around the long conference table. + + Malory stared down the table of his relatively large +conference room. He looked at the lady at the other end of the table. +She was dressed in a standard yellow StarFleet uniform with no rank +or insignia. Malory then looked at Dr. Mayak and his acting security +chief, Lt Zalvosta. + "Ms Smith", he began, "Let me get this straight, you claim +that you and your crew are the survivors of a private registry transport?" + + "That's correct." + + "And the name of the transport was The Vigilante" + + "Actually it was the Klingon equivalent, but essentially yes." + + "Don't you think that VIGILANTE is a rather severe name for +a transport?" Malory was calmly paging through notes on his +terminal, notes totally unrelated to what was going on at present. + + "Not for the makeup of the crew." The lady leaned casually +to one side, her hands now apparently resting in her lap. + + "Now there's something I'd like to talk about." Malory said +as if suddenly finding something interesting. + "It is most intriguing that you accomplished getting a Kalonian +and a Klingon to work together? The only time I've ever seen some in a +room together, they were trying to kill each other." + + "It's amazing how much hatred and prejudices can be put +aside if the price is right." The lady responded in a somewhat bored tone. + + Malory was intrigued. He felt sure that this person was hiding many +things, a few of which he began to glean. + + "Then your cargo was extremely valuable?" + + "Some would think so." + + "What exactly was your cargo?" + + "An assortment of things." + Malory continued his questions quickly, he knew which answers +he was interested in. + "If it was so valuable, why did you destroy it." + + "Who said I destroyed it?" + "Then what was that you were doing with the tri-corder after +you were beamed up?" interjected Zalvosta. + + "I was in the process of activating a homing beacon when we +were beamed up, I was just trying to finish what I started." + "That was some homing beacon." Lieutenant Zalvosta said +incredulously. + + "The tricorder must have malfunctioned when YOUR man lost +his cool. The tri-corder did also have a destruct function in +it, but that is not what I was activating." + "Once again you try to blame US for the death of the away +team." Malory took a slightly agitated tone, right now he was biding his +time, waiting for the right answer. + + "I lost more then THREE comrades in that crash, I have to +live with that. I am not going to accept the blame for the +death of three people who were some place they shouldn't have +been when someone else caused a malfunction. As far as I'm +concerned, I'm more of a witness than a participant to the +matter." The female straightened out and placed both hand palms +down on the table. She stared directly at Malory. + + A piping sound came over the intercom. + "Captain .. Bridge here." Malory recognized the icy voice of +Lt Qhasmon. + "Go ahead Mr Qhasmon." + "Sir, we are ready to get under way." + + "Stand by", Malory rose and stood for a moment beside his chair, +gazing at his 'guest'. + "I am sure that we will speak again, Miss... Before we reach +the StarBase at any rate...." Malory worked at reading her expression. + + "StarBase 89?" she asked. + + "Yes, the Admiral has shown a specific interest in you and +your crew." Malory clapped his hand atop his chair and abruptly +left the meeting room. + + +....... + + + Rear Admiral Hrgon sat in his ready-room aboard the Fangorn. +He reviewed the priority message that he had received from StarFleet +command. He hit his comm button. + "Commander Hause. + Get me StarFleet Command top-priority. + Code : Rho Tau Psi." + + "Yes Admiral?" the scrambled voice responded. + + "Who now commands the DELPHI project?" Hrgon asked. +The transmission was scrambled, and voice only for security +purposes. + "We have yet to assign a new project leader ... +Are you interested in overseeing the project?" + + "Yes. I will oversee DELPHI." + + "Are you capable of handling the DELPHI project as well +as your other responsibilities ?" + + "Yes. + What has the search found?" + + "What search?" + + "The Commodore search, his death.." + + "The investigation into the death of Commodore Albrit +has yet to determine anything." + + "Romulan involvement?" + + "Nothing has been shown yet, but we are looking into it. We will +inform you when we have more information. + Anything else Admiral ?" + + "No. Hrgon out." + + Hrgon looked at the map of the Neutral Zone which hung +in his ready room. Now he was in command of Project DELPHI as +well... He chuckled. + + +....... + + + + Assali scrutinized the recognition in Tarva's face. He +wasn't sure who had the advantage in their information exchange at +this point... + "Yes, Percival Malory is the Captain of the DELPHI, do you know him?" + + "After Wolf-359, the New Auckland rescued me from an escape +pod. The Captain of the New Aukland was Percival Malory, we actually +became quite good friends." She seemed to be speaking more for her +Captain's benefit, than for Assali's. + + Anthony turned to Tarva "Between Commander Assali and +yourself we may be able to convince Captain Malory...." + "Hold that thought," Assali interrupted "convince Captain +Malory about what, I'm not convinced myself. You're going to +have to tell and show me a lot more than you have so far to get +me to try to convince my Captain to do something that is +strictly against policy." + + Now, it was Meede's turn to not be able to believe his ears... + "Sir," he said to Assali "Are you saying that you may +even be considering asking Captain Malory to forge his logs?" + "Lieutenant," Anthony said "You must learn to look beyond +the rules and regulations of an individual ship to the security +of the entire Federation." + Meede scoffed, "Are you trying to tell us that this project +is that important?" + "We are." Tarva answered seriously. + + Assali motioned for Meede to remain silent. He needed a moment +to think and to examine his options. + "Let's try to compromise some here. Show me what you +can of this ship. If you can convince me, then I'll do what I +can. At no time, however, will I involve myself in lying to or +attempting to deceive my commanding officer, is that clear." + + A pipeing sound came from the intercom. + "Bridge to Captain Anthony." + "Go ahead" + "Sir, We read the DELPHI powering up, she's probably +preparing to get under way." came a female voice. + "Have we attained our new orbit?" Tarva said to the speaker. + "Yes, sir." + "Very good, we'll be right up." Anthony stood followed by +the rest at the table. "Mr Norton would you have someone +escort Lieutenant Meede and Mr Albert back to their quarters." + Norton who had remained standing by the door acknowledged +the command with a slight nod and a "Yes, Sir". + Anthony toward Assali "Won't you please accompany us to the +Bridge?" + " Sir, I must protest," Meede interjected "I don't know that +we should allow ourselves to be split up by these people." + "Mr Meede," Assali turned to the man "If we were not safe +with these people, there's not much we could do about it. So I +suggest we take them at face value until they give us reason to +believe otherwise. You can take that as an order, understood? " + "Yes, sir" + "Now, return to our quarters and wait for me." + With that the two groups exited the briefing room. + + +....... + + + *VHOOSH* + + As he stepped out of the turbo-lift doors, Malory saw Qhasmon turn +to face him. + + "Engage Lt Qhasmon." + + Qhasmon slowly increased velocity as the DELPHI surged out of +orbit. After a reasonable distance from the system had been attained, +Qhasmon performed a sharp 90 degree facing change and then proceeded +on course again. Moving from impulse speed to warp 6. + + "Sir", T'irna spoke up, "For an instant there was a ship on my +ORACLE 1 console readout. It was in a position where I had detected some +brief anomolous behavior." + "Could it be a cloaked Romulan or some form of sensor error?" + "No sir, I do not think that it could be a cloaked Romulan unless +there ship design has changed radically. I will run another full +diagnostic on ORACLE, it is possible that there was still some resonance +clutter on the main sensors." + + "Very well Lieutenant, carry on. + Mr Penthrach, inform the crew that there will be a ceremony for +Commander Assali, Lieutenant Meede and Yeoman Albert in the main rec room +at 2000 hours." + + Malory looked over the tactical readout. He ran a quick replay +of the sensor logs as run through tactical and observed the 'ghost ship' +that T'irna spoke of. He decided to stay on the bridge longer, but +no more anomalies were discovered, even after ORACLE had been given +a full diagnostic and a minor sensor routing problem had been fixed. +It was only at this point that Malory lowered the DELPHI's shields, +cancelled the yellow alert. + + +........ + + + "One thing still puzzles me.." Assali said to Anthony as +they entered the turbo-lift to the bridge. + "What's that? BRIDGE" Captain Anthony stood in a casual at +ease posture. + Assali felt his knees buckle from the extreme acceleration of the +lift. This was definitely not StarFleet standard. + "I've been trying to figure out why none of our sensors spotted +your ship and why we had such a hard time zeroing in on your crew." + "Mr Assali" Anthony said in mock shock. + "Like we've said, this is a secret project it wouldn't do us any +good if any passing Star Ship could see us, Would it?" The door to the +turbo lift opened and Assali and Anthony stepped onto the bridge. + + On the main screen was the image of the Delphi. The +Vigilante had come up behind and above it. The angle and the +distance made the single warp drive ship seem extremely small. + Reality dawned on Assali, "My God, you're cloaked, aren't you?." + It still didn't make sense though, since Assali knew that the +DELPHI should be able to tracked cloak ships... Something didn't add up. + + Anthony smiled "Yea, I suppose we are. Ensign O'Malley +report." + "Sir, the DELPHI has maintained it's shields and appears to +be preparing to leave orbit." O'malley reported. + + "If they leave orbit, we're going to have a tougher time +fixing this problem." Anthony stood behind O'Malley looking at +the ship on the screen. + "What were your plans with my ship?" Assali asked. + + Anthony looked at the Delphi's first officer "It doesn't +matter, Malory seems to be playing it safe." + "He does seem to have a sixth sense" Assali agreed with a +smile. He knew that Malory was anything but safe in his style +of Captaining. + Tarva walked up behind them from the other lift "That does +seem to be a major requirement of a StarFleet Captain." + + The DELPHI changed its orbit and vectored away from the +planet. It made an abrupt half turn and changed course for a +little more than an instant. Then it resumed its course and +heading. Within seconds it was out of sight as it increased to +maximum impulse power. + "What kind of maneuver was that?" Anthony asked curiously. + Assali smiled "I call it a 'Crazy Qhasmon'" + "What's the point?" Anthony was not satisfied. + + Assali merely shrugged his shoulders. + "You know Andorians ..." he offered. He was wondering +if ORACLE had picked up the Vigilante now.... + + O'malley listed as her Captain and his 'guest' spoke. +She decided to offer her opinion to her Captain. + + "Sir, I have been monitoring the DELPHI as closely as +possible. I have ... noted ... that the DELPHI seems to have a +very sophisticated scanner emission pattern. There seems to be +some problems with it however, as periodically, the scanner +bandwidth that they seem to be using gets flooded with +garbage, akin to resonance echoes sir. + I would think that this may lead to some problems with their +navigational sensors. " + + Tarva apparently didn't agree with O'malley's opinion, + "I doubt that a Captain would have his ship prepare for warp +speed if he felt that his sensors were faulty ....". + + Assali merely stood by, trying to appear non-chalant about +the whole matter. + + "Ensign O'Malley, at current course what is their best +destination?" Anthony asked. + "Sir, current course will set them directly to StarBase +89." + Anthony turned to Assali "Commander, would StarBase 89 be +an appropriate destination for the Delphi at this time?" + Assali made no reply and simply stood mute. + "What would be the average cruising speed of a Pentalia +class ship?" + "Warp six" Tarva replied. + "Plot a wide course to StarBase 89 best speed. We'll just +go and wait for her." Anthony said. + "Best speed, Sir?" O'Malley confirmed. + "Best Speed" Tarva confirmed. + "Aye, sir" O'Malley worked a few buttons. "Course plotted +and laid in, Sir" + "Engage." Anthony stood casually with his hands in his +jacket pockets. + The helmsman next to O'Malley pushed a few buttons and the +Vigilante vectored out of orbit just like the Delphi except for +the 'Crazy Qhasmon'. "Full impulse" he reported. + "We're clear for warp" O'Malley said after a couple minutes. + "Engage" Tarva said from the Captain's chair. + The star field on the screen suddenly blurred to the +standard rushing stars optical illusion of warp. + "Best Speed attained" the helmsman said immediately. + + "Very good, notify me when we arrive at StarBase 89." +Anthony then turned to Assali "Won't you join me in the briefing +room" and headed toward a door near one of the Turbo Lifts. + + Assali turned and followed the Captain off of the bridge. + + +...... + + + + Malory stood in the main rec room aboard the DELPHI. He +had prepared himself for this unfortunate duty that always fell +to the Captain. He looked over the convocation. There were many +crewmembers present. Most notably, a large security contingent +was present, every member of security who wasn't on duty in fact. + + "We are gathered today together", he began, "to lay +to rest, three of our friends and comrades : Lieutenant Commander +Akimbe Assali, Lieutenant Garin Meede, and Yeoman Antoine Albert. +Let it not be said that their lives were lost in vain, for they were +men of StarFleet. Each knew the risks associated with the rank and +uniform which they wore. Moreover they died trying to help others." + Malory paused. The crowd was solemn. + + Anna Zalvosta was barely able to restrain her tears, now she +would never get a chance to learn more of Lt Meede. Now, even as +she was realizing that her feelings for him were more than she had +thought. She hurt. + 'I AM STARFLEET SECURITY ... WE DON'T CRY,' she tried to +convince herself. + + "Let us remember them as we will, for the good and the noble +that was there. Let us have a moment of silence, then you may +pay your respects as you feel appropriate." + + All was silent. + + "Company Dismissed." + + Malory looked at the three holograms of the men one last time. + + + +....... + + + + Assali spoke with Anthony at great length. At every +question it seemed as if Anthony had a "pat" answer, or was +"unable to comment" on the question. In all of their talks, +Assali found out very little about the ship. He was able to +observe slight differences in the way that certain things operated +however. + At this stage, Assali was undecided. He was convinced that +either 'Captain' Anthony was sincere in his secrecy, or was +really pulling a masterful deception. Assali could only picture +Anthony at the extremes, there seemed to be no middle to this man. + Assali's first priority was to get to the DELPHI and inform +Malory. From there, maybe they could piece together the truth. +Assali decided upon a course of action.... + + "Captain. you have more or less convinced me of your +sincerity and the importance of your mission. My question remains... +how are you going to contact the DELPHI or alter its logs after it arrives +at StarBase 89?" + + Anthony answered quickly, he head obviously thought about this +a great deal. + "Actually, near a StarBase, a starship is likely to have +minimum security. Especially when it comes to having its shields lowered +for transport..." + + This last statement really concerned Assali. He was almost +afraid to ask his next question. + "And what do you plan to do when the Delphi lowers its +shields?" + + Assali could only look on as Anthony calmly smiled again +and smoothly evaded the question + "Not the same thing we would have done if they had dropped their +shields at AR-24." + + Assali finally scowled, it seemed as if he were running +up into a brick wall. Still, he was going to continue in his attempts to +get back to the DELPHI. + Then, it seemed as if something changed in Anthony ... + + "Okay, here's my plan, since it involves you and will +require your help..." + + +...... + + + Malory sat in his chair in his ready room. A tall glass +of dark-golden liquid sat at his right. He stared at the wall. +Yesterday had been a long and trying day. Today didn't seem +as if it were going to be better. One thing did remain constant, +he still hated 'morning' meetings.... + + *BLEAP-BLOP* + + "Come in" he said. + + The door opened and Lt Qhasmon stepped in. + + "Come in Lt , have a seat." + + Malory watched as Qhasmon sat before him. + "Lt, I have called you in because of your actions towards +another crewmember yesterday. Such actions could be considered +grounds for dismissal by some.... + I have read your record, this isn't the first time this has +happened, in fact, it is the FIFTH. + I couldn't believe it myself, among all those marks of praise +for your ability, you have FOUR records of disciplinary actions. +It's a wonder you still have your rank, not to mention your position. + + Lt, I know how Andoria is, I know the mindset. This is NOT +Andoria. This is a starship, starships require discipline. We're all +in this together Lt, we can't be our own bad guys, we have enough +enemies without that... + Talk to me, what is wrong." + + Qhasmon looked at his Captain. It was rare for humans to know +of Andoria or its customs, and yet, there his Captain sat. Holding +his hands in a posture of an Andorian Advocate. + "Captain. If you know Andoria then you may understand +what the rage of and Andorian is like. Without outlets, this rage +gets contained, only to release itself fully at some undetermined +time..." + + "I see, and understand Lt," Malory eased back into his chair. +He took a sip from his synthetic beer. He had indeed looked over +Qhasmon's file at length. + + "Lieutenant, I am forced to place another disciplinary action on +your record. However, you will suffer no loss of rank. Your punishment +will be an extended bridge shift as well as required physical training. +You and I can match our skills there .. I need the excercise at any rate. +I spent time on Andoria and as well have worked on some of the +fighting styles.. This should be a fine outlet for you...." + Malory spoke with a smile. + + Qhasmon could hardly believe his ears. Andorians rarely +let humans observe combat excercises or fighting styles, that his +Captain knew of them and possibly knew some of them was most +remarkable. + + "Yes sir." + + Malory gave his helmsman one last appraising look. + + "That will be all Lt, dismissed." + + + Malory eased back into his chair. He sipped his beer, and +reflected. He still hated morning meetings. + + + +....... + + + Security officer Klepling stood at attention outside of the +quarters of the 'visitor', 'Andrea Smith'. He had been on duty for almost +an hour now, and so far had nothing to report. He had been surprised, +in fact, that it was he, and not one of the more notable security officers +who had gotten to stand watch. + + *BLEAP BLOP* + + Klepling whirled around as the door opened. He gazed steadily +at 'Miss Smith'. + + "What do you want?" he asked somewhat gruffly. + "I was told that you had excercise facilities that +could be made available to me." She said. + Klepling was surprised by the apparent pleasantness in her +voice... + 'COULD BE SOME RUSE', he thought, 'BUT .. ORDERS ARE ORDERS ... +OR WERE THEY....'. + + "One moment", he reached for his communicator pin as he closed +the door, closing 'Smith' back in her quarters. + + Klepling accessed the security communications net, so that the +message would only go through security and not through the bridge. + "Greely, Hamden, SHE is about to move to the security excercise +area ... Klepling out." + + Klepling opened the door after receiving confirmation that his +message had been received. He faced the 'lady' , whom he felt was +responsible for the deaths of Meede, Assali and Albert. + + "Facilities are currently available, are you ready at this time?" + + "Yes, that would be fine." + Klepling watched as she grabbed the bag of excercise attire which +he had issued to her earlier. Klepling motioned to the 2 other guards, +who promptly fell in behind the woman. + + + Ensign Hamden and Yeoman Greely walked into the security hall. +Both strode calmly but quickly into the area of the hall containing +excercise equipment. + + Hamden spoke first,"You're the one, aren't you?" + Hamden glared at the woman, Ms. 'Smith', as she had named herself. + + "I'm sorry, were you talking to me *Ensign*", she replied. + + Hamden heard the tone of her voice, it reminded him of Meede, and +this only fueled his anger more. + "You're the one who killed the away team. What are you doing in here? +Shouldn't you be in the brig?", Greely spoke up harshly now. + + "What caused that terrible accident is still under investigation", +Smith said as she stood up. + + Hamden approached her. + "Where the hell do you think you are going?" he said, as he +pushed her hard enough to make her sit back down on the bench. He +continued, "You kill *two* security officers and the First Officer and +now you are in the security training room acting like you own the place.." + + Smith rose quickly and stared at Hamden. + "Mister, if you touch me again, I *WILL* KILL you, is that +understood. + + Greely grabbed her by the arm as he spun her towards him, +pulling her 'in his face', "How dare you threaten StarFleet officers!" +He felt her grab his arm as she pulled herself free from his grasp, +twisting his arm behind his back as she did. + He groaned and then screamed in agony as his arm was suddenly +stretched and twisted as his elbow gave way and his arm started to +double back on itself. + Hamden rushed Smith. For all his training, he received +a kick square in the chest which winded him, causing him to +reflexively double over. As well, the force of the blow threw +him almost 3 meters across the room. + + Smith stood behind Greely and continued applying pressure. +As he screamed she whispered icily, "Death is easy if you know how +to apply it." + Greely could feel his life in her hands. + + + Two more guards had come running into the hall after hearing +the screams. + "What's going on here?!" one of them yelled as they approached. + Smith let Greely go and pushed him to the floor as she +answered, "Why did you let these two in, you know I am not allowed +company." + One of the new guards held a phaser pointed at Smith, +while the other knelt down to examine Yeoman Greely. His arm +was still twisted up behind his back and he lay on his stomach +moaning. The guard with the phaser touched his communicator +pin. + "Security and Medical to Security training room one." + + He heard a voice respond, "Penthrach here, message +acknowledged, security? and medical are on their way." + + + +...... + + + + Malory gazed down the conference room table yet again. +He felt the feeling of 'deja-vous'. He was flanked by acting +security chief Zalvosta and Doctor Mayak. He stared at +'Ms Smith', as she stood in a stiff at-ease posture. Standing +beside her were two large security guards, in security vests. +Malory recognized Yeoman Bronsdale, but did not know the name of the +other guard. + + "Ms Smith," Malory began ,"we are here to determine the +circumstances around the incident earlier today in the Training +Room. In your own words what exactly happened there today?" + Calmly, he listened. + + "Sir, I was approached at a time when I was led to believe +that I was to remain segregated from the rest of your crew. +They accosted me in a rough and threatening manner. I told these +ENSIGNS to leave me alone, instead they persisted in confronting +me. Since they were not supposed to be there I knew they didn't just +happen upon me. They had planned to confront me and were in collusion +with my guards. It was obvious that they had plans for me. I was not +about to allow them to follow through." + + Malory nodded, as 'Smith' finished. + "The Ensigns of course, tell a different story .. I tend +to believe that the truth is somewhere in the middle." + + Zalvosta was somewhat shocked. + "Captain, Sir, do you believe that four StarFleet officers are +lying?" + Malory turned and faced his acting security chief. + "I believe that both parties' perceptions of events may be +slightly clouded." + He turned and faced Mayak. + "Doctor, what is the status of the injured crewman?" + + Mayak looked down at the small chart in front of her, +"The gentleman with the injured arm should be healed in a day or two. +His arm however, may never be exactly right .. but we'll see. The other +merely had the wind knocked out of him, he'll be fine." + + "Thank you Doctor. Ms Zalvosta, inform all personnel involved +that appropriate disciplinary action will be taken." + Malory was tired. He had let this go on long enough and +now someone was hurt. Moreover, he didn't like the idea of members +of security going 'on their own'. He hoped that he would get someone +like Meede back as a security chief. He brought his mind back to +the events at hand. + "Ms Smith please take a seat, the rest are dismissed." + "But Sir..." Bronsdale started to speak. + + Malory stared at the Yeoman and then swept the room with +his vision. He rose from his chair, glaring. + "But NOTHING, everyone is dismissed. I wish to talk privately +with Ms Smith." + Grudgingly, Zalvosta, Mayak and the two guards exited the +room. + "Aye sir", Malory heard the other guard mutter as he left. + Malory turned and faced 'Smith'. He gestured for her to take +a seat across from him as he sat down. After she had seated herself +as well, he began. + "Lieutenant Whitecloud, I believe it is time we ended this charade." + + "I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for somebody else", +Smith/Whitecloud said calmly. + Malory pushed a few buttons on the console before him. +The screen at one end of the room came on with the first page of +Whitecloud's file from StarBase 89. The visual was poor, as was +standard, but it was obviously Smith." + "Are you trying to deny that this is you?" + + Malory watched as his guest paused for a moment. + "Sir, I'm hoping you will realize that the persons in those +files can't be on this ship." + + "I must know why three of my best officers were killed. I have +a lot of questions I need answered, before I can accept that +you were never here." + "Tell me what you have", she offered. + + Malory paged needlessly through his notes on the terminal +for a few minutes as he thought and then rested his mind. Finally, +he spoke again. + "The explosion?" + + "We could not leave top secret equipment to be found by anybody. +Policy." + + "What really happened?" + + "You stumbled on a top secret project just when things weren't +going well." + + "You are still being extremely evasive Lieutenant." + + "I have my orders." + + "And what do your orders say about answering to Admirals +while under direct questioning?" + + "I'm willing to pay the price for keeping my orders." + + Malory frowned. He wasn't getting much further than he had +already hypothesized. Malory wasn't happy with the fact that Admiral +Hrgon wanted to speak with WhiteCloud. Malory felt it better if +fewwer people were involved. He knew that she was hiding a lot +but she was sincere about the secrecy. If she was telling the +truth, as his gut told him, he shouldn't be asking her questions +and DEFINITELY the Admiral didn't need to be. It was out of his +hands now however. + + "I'll leave the rest of the questions to the Admiral, maybe +you will be able to talk more freely with him." He turned off his console. + + "I don't think so.." + + "Well, we'll find out very soon." + + The conversation was interrupted by the comm pipping on. + "Captain, Bridge here." + + "Go ahead Mr Penthrach." + + "Sir, we are preparing to drop out of warp for approach +to StarBase 89." + + "Very Good, I'll be there in a few minutes." + + "Bridge out." + + Malory turned and faced WhiteCloud again. Calmly he strode +out of the room. He knew that the two security guards would be +standing outside of the door. He spoke to them quietly. + "Escort her back to her quarters. She is to be confined +there for the duration of the voyage. I don't want any more +incidents ... Understood." + "Yes sir", the guards said almost in unison. + + Malory then went and made his way to the bridge, which +was one level above. + + + + +....... + + + *VHOOSH* + + The doors to the turbo-lift opened and Malory looked over +his bridge. Qhasmon was still at helm and the large figure of +Penthrach dwarfed him as he sat at his communications position. +T'irna was back at the ORACLE 1 station and a secondary officer +was at ORACLE 2. Malory stood at the tactical position. + + "Preparing for impulse speed Captain" Qhasmon spoke. + + The ship dropped out of warp and approached the StarBase. + + "Lt T'irna, maximum sensor sweeps, let's see if we can catch +that anomaly this time ... if it should reappear ... route displays to +tactical." + + "Sir, sensors indicate nothing unexpected." + + "Wait, there.. did you just see it Lt, what could be the +explanation for that. I saw the small ship for an instant." + + T'irna was puzzled. + + "I am not sure Captain. Attempting to focus on that area." + + "Discreetly Lt , if it is a ship, we wouldn't want it getting +jumpy now would we?" + + "Jumpy sir?" + + "Never mind, just be discreet about the sensor sweeps." + + Malory looked at his display. Sporadically, at several +second intervals, a ship would appear and disappear from his +display. It would only appear for an instant though, so he could +never be sure. + + "Lt , is it possible that this is a cloaked ship?" + + "If it were cloaked, then I would surmise that it would +have to be able to constantly shift its cloaking frequency. Thus +we would detect it only occasionally, as it shifted across the +frequency which we are scanning at. + There is no known device that would allow for this however." + + "Is there any way which we could shift our sensor frequency +so that we could get a better idea?" + + "No sir. We would have to know the pattern in which they are +shifting, otherwise it would merely be poor guesswork which would +more likely result in less observation of the potential vessel." + + "I see...." + + "Lt Qhasmon, take us into StarBase. + Lt T'irna, see what more you can make ORACLE do." + + The DELPHI slid easily into a standard orbit around +the StarBase. + + The StarBase was a massive structure which was capable +of docking more than 10 starships at a time. The top half was +dome shaped with a long pylon-like tail extending below it. The +structure ended up looking very much like a mushroom. From every +surface of the base, a multitude of sensors and antennas protruded. +Evenly spaced around the periphery were five large doors to allow +StarShips to drydock. + Since the base was also a monitoring station for Neutral +Zone, and more importantly, under durisdiction of Admiral Hrgon, +the base was heavily armed and shielded. It not only had phaser +rings on the dome, but had a multitude of phaser cannons and +torpedo launchers spread over the surface. + Malory knew that the Base could stand any attack for +quite a long time. + + He looked on at it nevertheless, wondering what awaited him +and his ship here, once again... + + +..... +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 7 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:58:37 GMT +Lines: 738 + + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 7 + + "Old Friends" + + + Akimbe Assali watched as Commander Tarva entered the transporter +room. She was dressed in a mustard-yellow StarFleet uniform. Commander +Norton, whom Meede had initially speculated as being a Romulan, also wore +the standard mustard-yellow uniform, and stood beside Assali. Transporter +chief Swanson stood manning the transporter controls as Tarva addressed +him. Assali merely listened to the exchange. + + "Have you been able to spot any of our people on the DELPHI?" + + "We think we've spotted Valerta and Galleran. We also feel +that we can transport through their shields. As they stand, +they're at minimum power and we've been able to determine the +pulse frequency. I think however, that it wouldn't be prudent +to just pull them out." + + "Agreed, what's the Delphi's Transporter activity been like?" + + "There's been some activity but there hasn't been any way to +tell if any of our crew but Valerta and Galleran are still on the ship." +Swanson replied. + + "Can we get in?" She asked Norton. + + "Yes, Sir" Norton said "StarShips generally relax security +a bit around a StarBase, or at least there is increased +transporter use which leaves windows of opportunity into both." + + "Okay we'll keep that in mind." Tarva said "First I'll go to +the Star Base and try to contact Captain Malory from there. + Whenever your ready chief", she said as she stood on a transporter +pad. + + Assali looked on as she transported off. He and Captain Anthony +had spoken at great length about how the crews would be returned to their +respective ships without incident, as the VIGILANTE lurked for the DELPHI +near StarBase 89. Assali knew that the VIGILANTE could cloak, but was +unsure as to why StarFleet would use such a vessel, and, more importantly, +how the DELPHI could fail to detect it. Assali stared at the transporter +pad. + + 'THE CAPTAIN CAN TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF .....' + + +....... + + + Commander Elayne Hause, administrative aide to Admiral Hrgon, and +effectivley Executive officer of StarBase 89 strode down one if the +StarBase's many corridors. She was on her way to the lounge as she had +scheduled a meeting with the newly arrived Commander Shelby. She turned +a corner. + + Surprisingly, she saw a figure in front of her. + 'NOW WHERE COULD THIS PERSON HAVE COME FROM??' + + She was not in a well-traveled corridor of the StarBase, and moreover +although it was hard to tell, the figure looked to be a Kalonian female. + 'THERE, THAT'S IT, DEFINITELY KALONIAN.' + + Hause saw the smooth high forehead, characteristic of Kalonians +as the figure glanced around. Also, the figure was definitely female. + 'SURELY SHE CAN'T BE LOST..' + + Hause slowed her pace just a bit and followed the Kalonian female. +The figure was now walking with certainty and surprisingly, was apparently +headed for the lounge. She watched as the figure was intercepted by Lt Bloom +just outside of the lounge. + The figure quickly finished her conversation with Bloom and +went into the lounge. Hause shrugged and followed. As the figure went +to a comm booth, Hause spied Commander Shelby, the light blonde +hair quickly singling her out, even in the rather spartan lounge. + + "Commander Shelby" Hause started, after walking to Shelby. + + Shelby's attention seemed to be fixed on the figure who had +just walked into the comm booth as well. + + "Commander Hause, it's good to see you again...." Shelby glanced +again at the booth. + "Look Commander, I must apologize but I see another member of the +S.F.S.C.C. Let's schedule our meeting for some other time. I really must +meet with this person." + + 'THE STAR FLEET SECURITY CONSULTING CORPS... WHAT WOULD THEY BE +DOING HERE RIGHT NOW... I'D BETTER GO AND VERIFY CURRENT BASE OPERATING +STATUS..' + + + "Very well, Commander Shelby. We can reschedule the meeting later. +I too must be going." + + With a nod, Hause left, but spared a parting glance as she left +the lounge. It seemed as though the Kalonian and Shelby were in +intense conversation. + 'THIS MUST BE A SECURITY CHECK....' Hause quickly departed. + + + +....... + + + + Olgin Penthrach looked as his incoming message panel *BLEEPED*. +He noted that the message was on a public channel from the Starbase. + "This is the DELPHI, Lieutenant Penthrach, can I help you?" he +answered. + + The message identification came through as the sender made her +request. + "Yes, I'd like to speak with Captain Malory." + + Penthrach read the identification. + + + NAME : Sashon Tarva + RANK : Commander + POSITION: Security Specialist -- + Star Fleet Security Consultant Corps. + NOTES : Currently on Assignment along Romulan + Neutral Zone assessing possible security + Lapses. + + He looked at the visual identification. There was no mistaking here, +'ANOTHER KALONIAN ', he thought. Everything checked out. Penthrach knew +however that the Captain was currently involved with the transport of +'Ms Smith' from the DELPHI to the StarBase. + + "I'm sorry Commander Tarva, but the Captain is not available at +this time. May I take a message, or arrange a call back?" + + "Yes. Tell the Captain I'd like to speak with him as soon +as he is available .. Entering communicator frequency now." + + Penthrach logged the message and the frequency in the Captain's +mail. This way, Malory would be able to contact the lady at his leisure, and +would be able to get the message without prior notification. + + "Very good Commander, I'll pass your message to the Captain +as soon as he is available." + + "Thank you, Tarva out." + + +....... + + + Admiral Hrgon stood at his large window aboard the StarBase, +gazing out at the vast expanse of stars. + + *BLEEP* + + Hrgon swirled the reddish ale in his goblet around one more time, +before moving to his desk, and his message console. Hrgon submitted himself +to the standard retina scans and some otherwise poor security measures as +he prepared himself for the message. + + + -- StarFleet Priority 1 Notification -- + -- -- + --Re. Death of Commodore Albrit -- + -- -- + -- Preliminary cause of death : -- + -- Congestive Heart Failure-- + -- -- + -- Initial Toxin report : -- + -- Inconclusive -- + -- -- + -- Follow-up Toxin report : -- + -- Inconclusive -- + -- -- + -- Examination of Commodore's quarters : -- + -- Inconclusive -- + -- -- + -- Conclusion : Undiagnosable heart problem -- + -- resulting in death -- + -- -- + -- End Notification -- + + + Hrgon slammed his fists on his table. + 'OF COURSE ITS BLOODY INCONCLUSIVE. WOULD A FOOL ROMULAN + LEAVE ANY EVIDENCE? OF COURSE NOT.' + + *BLEEP* + Another message began coming through on his console. + + + -- StarFleet Priority 1 Notification -- + -- -- + -- Subject : Ship assignments -- + -- -- + -- The following ships have been placed under -- + -- your durisdiction for patrol of the Neutral -- + -- zone as well as Exploration... -- + -- -- + -- U.S.S. Estel Excelsior-class -- + -- Commanding officer : Cmmdr Grtag -- + -- -- + -- U.S.S. Targon Orazzin-Class -- + -- Commanding officer : Cmmdr Sardoc -- + -- -- + -- U.S.S. Palomine Nebulae-Class -- + -- Commanding officer : Cpt Hampton -- + -- -- + -- Ships are en route. -- + -- Arrival time 40-60 hours. -- + -- -- + -- End Notification -- + + + "Ahh, this is much better. Now we have the power we need. + + ....With few, you prepare for the enemy; With many, the + enemy must prepare for you..." + + *BLEEP* + + A final message came across the Admiral's console. + + + -- StarFleet Priority 4 Notification -- + -- -- + -- Subject : Personnel Transfer -- + -- -- + -- Proclamation : -- + -- Due to experience with the DELPHI -- + -- project underneath Commodore Albrit, -- + -- Lt Herlt Yarin has been assigned to -- + -- StarBase 89. -- + -- -- + -- Effective Immediately. -- + -- -- + -- U.S.S. Targon transporting. -- + -- -- + -- End Notification -- + + + Hrgon grunted as the StarFleet record of Lt Yarin began +scrolling before him. He half-heartedly looked at it, preferring to +think about ship assignments. Unexpectedly, his eyes widened. + + 'THE FOOLS! HOW COULD THEY HAVE MISSED THIS!' again he +slammed his fists against his desk, this time with anticipation. + + + +....... + + + Malory calmly strode into his quarters. He hadn't really wanted +to let go of WhiteCloud so soon, but he couldn't do anything in the face +of the Admiral's direct orders. Malory ran a hand through his hair and +then dropped onto his couch. He decided to check his message logs. +His eyes riveted on the second one, to which he immediately responded. + + He heard a familiar voice. + "This is Commander Tarva." + + 'DEFINITELY TARVA, VERY COOL.' + "Commander, Malory here.." + + "Captain, I need to talk to you, it's quite important." + + 'IT MUST BE THIS STARBASE .. SOMETHING IS ALWAYS HAPPENING HERE.' + "I can arrange for you to beam over if you want." + + "That would be best." + + 'AT LEAST SHE HASN'T REQUESTED A SECURE CHANNEL.' + "Very good, I'll release authorization." + + "Acknowledged, Tarva out." + + Malory leaned back on his couch. He ran his hands through his hair +for a moment, then he signaled the bridge. + + "Lt Penthrach, inform transporter room 1 that Commander Sashon +Tarva will be beaming aboard from the StarBase. I am on my way there." + + "Acknowledged Captain. Glad to see you got your message. + Penthrach out." + + Malory rose, straightened his tunic, and glanced in the mirror +for a moment. + + 'NEVER MIND.' + + He waved of his reflection and exited his quarters, on his way +to transporter room 1. + + +......... + + + Lt Anna Zalvosta stood in the center of the main security +traing hall. + "ATTENTION !" + + She kept her face as stern as possible as she looked over +her comrades. All were in a state of Attention, and Zalvosta really +couldn't see anything wrong. + "AT EASE." + + There was a brief shuffling as all 18 security personnel came +to a more relaxed position. She had called a meeting of *ALL* ship's +security, regardless of watch. + + "As most of you know, there was an incident a couple of +days ago, which involved several members of Security. In fact, +there was nothing short of a conspiracy involved amongst some +of our own... The Captain has had me inform the members in question, +that appropriate disciplinary action will be taken. I however, am +going to add to that. + These three have gone against the basic code of StarFleet +security. They have brought disgrace upon our whole group by their +actions. Look at the Captain, he is not pleased with our +performance so far. I challenge every member of Security to work +even harder. We can have no lapses or such gross breaches of conduct again. + Thus, while we are at the StarBase, we will be conducting +continuous level 3 drills. These means that the transporter crews +will be on hour shifts as will all security members. We will be +running constant checks and cross-checks so that our security will +be airtight. + Yeoman Upaw, you are the most familiar with transporter security, +you will assign transporter duty shifts as well as being on hand when we +transport our 'guests' to the StarBase. Do you have any recommendations +as to what procedure we should use?" + + Upaw stepped forward. + "Yes sir. I suggest that we have a force field around each +individual pad. This way, each 'guest' will be isolated from the rest. +As well, there will be a blanket field covering the front area of the +transporter pads." + + "Very well Yeoman, make it so. + Also, we will use standard prisoner escort procedure Alpha. Are +there any questions?" + + Zalvosta looked over the gathering, she had tried to be as +"Meede'esque" as possible. + + "Good. Now, before you are dismissed, Ensign Hamden, Yeoman +Greely, and guard Klepling step forward." + + She watched as the three tentatively stepped forward. + + "Members of security, these three are responsible for +the incident with Ms Smith in the security hall. As such, a mark +has been placed on each one's StarFleet record. Moreover, shore +leave has been cancelled for the next 6 months effective on any +StarFleet vessel, and they will work double shifts until the +Captain specifies otherwise. + Members of StarFleet security CAN NOT violate the trust with +which they are charged. I expect everyone to be attentive so that +nothing like this ever happens again. + Company dismissed." + + As the company slowly dispersed, Zalvosta allowed herself to +take a deep breath. She had never had to discipline a security group +before. She hoped she would never have to again. + 'I WONDER WHAT MEEDE WOULD HAVE DONE..' she thought, as she +herself departed, on her way to her own station. + + + + + +......... + + + + As fate would have it, Yeoman Upaw and Yeoman Bronsdale +were now on duty in the DELPHI's main transporter room as Malory +walked in for the second time in less than a half-hour. Malory noted +the shift. He decided that Zalvosta must have transporter security +shifting more frequently or have some form of security excercise underway. +He decided to note it for future reference. + + "I hope you are quite recovered now after that unfortunate +incident Mr. Bronsdale." Malory said as he faced the Yeoman. + + "Yes Sir!" the security officer responded quickly. + + "Good." + + "Sir", Upaw reported, "Party of one ready to transport". + + "Go ahead", Malory said as he stood beside the console operator. + + + Malory watched as the sparkling lights coalesced into a human +form. A form which came crisply to attention. Malory gazed at the short +dark Kalonian on the pad. Her hair was tied in a long braid. + 'DEFINITELY TARVA.' + + "Captain. Permission to come aboard, Sir?" + + "Permission granted, Welcome aboard the DELPHI." + + "Thank you sir." + + Malory couldn't help but smile. + + "So Commander Tarva, how have you been?" + + "I've been fine, Sir, I do need to talk with you." + + "Yes, of course", Malory responded as he motioned to the door. +He was curious at this very formal attitude that Tarva was displaying. +It was almost as if she had been serving on a very strict and ordered ship. + "Won't you come with me." + They strode into the hall and went to the nearest turbo-lift. +As they entered the lift and headed for the bridge, Malory spoke again. + "So Commander, you're doing security consulting now, must be +very interesting." + + "Yes sir, I get to do a lot of traveling, it keeps me quite busy." + + As they stepped onto the bridge, Malory gave Tarva a moment to +take in the scene. As well, he noted that Qhasmon was there and +currently 'had the bridge'. + + "Mr Qhasmon, please make sure that I have minimum interruptions while +I talk with Commander Tarva". + + "Aye sir", Qhasmon responded immediately. + + As Malory and Tarva stepped into the Captain's ready room, Qhasmon +heard the backup ORACLE 1 operator, Ensign Findel mutter, +"Two Kalonians in less than a week, that's one for the record book." + + "Is there something that you would like to report Ensign?" Qhasmon +hissed, turning to face her as the door to the Captain's ready room closed. + + "No. No sir." + Findel's gulp would have been barely audible to a human. + + "Very well..." Qhasmon resumed his facing in the Captain's chair. + + + Inside the ready room, the door closed. Malory turned and faced +Tarva, embracing her. + + "Sashon, what are you doing here?" he asked after their short hug. + + As she spoke, he strode over to his desk. He leaned against its +edge as he held his hands at his side. + + "Percival, I'm here on business. I've got a problem that I need +your help with." + + "You know I'd do anything I can for you. What do you need, passage +somewhere, someplace to stay, what?" + + Malory looked as she frowned and took a step towards him. + + "It's not that easy." + + "Well, let's hear it then." Malory was interested now. He had never +known Tarva to be this evasive. + + He watched her casually look around the room. He knew she was +thinking about something. + + "Is this room totally secure?" she asked after a moment. + + This question really threw Malory, and it both puzzled and troubled +him. He stood up, no longer leaning against the desk. + "Computer." + + "WORKING" chimed the generic computer female voice. + + "Alpha security, initiate." + + "ALPHA SECURITY IMPLEMENTED" the voice replied. + + Malory looked around the room. The only sign of the change in +security status was that the light beside the door control panel had changed +from green to red. + + "Satisfied?" he asked, now walking around to the other side of his +desk. He gestured for her to sit down, and after she did, he himself sat. + "Now, what's with all the secrecy?" + + He looked on as she crossed her legs, and with a straight face said, + "I'm here to get my crew back?" + She smiled as she continued. + "I believe you picked them up in AR-24. I'm here to retrieve them." + + Malory mused for a moment, half aloud, half in his head. + "So she wasn't lying when she said StarFleet was involved." +Some more pieces were now in place in Malory's head. + + "Who is that, Captain?" + + Malory sat for a moment, and merely looked at Tarva, then spoke. + + "I should have known that you were involved. WhiteCloud is too +damned cold to be associated with anybody else." + + "I hope that the Lieutenant hasn't caused any trouble, I must +want you that some would refer to her as, I believe the proper +phrase is, 'a Loose Cannon'. Lieutenant WhiteCloud is a good Warrior +though. From her transmissions, we knew that she survived." + + 'WE?' Malory thought. + + Malory smiled. + "Thanks for the warning, but it's a bit late. +Don't worry though, no one was injured too severely..." + + "I do apologize for any incident that may have occurred. +Most of our crew is a bit 'over the edge'. We've learned how to +deal with them, but they can be a bit of a handful if your not +prepared." + + 'AGAIN THE "WE'VE", NOW WHAT CREW ?" + + "So I found out" Malory agreed. + + After a brief pause, Tarva spoke again. + "Now, if you could tell me who else is alive and where they are." + + "Now wait a minute, Sashon, three of my officers were killed in +AR-24. I can't just turn them over to you without finishing the +investigation." + Malory knew that something was up, and he wasn't about to just +drop everything blindly, even if the security of the Federation was +at stake. He had a duty to his ship and crew, both dead and alive. + + "What I was hoping for is not going to be that easy Captain. +But that brings me to another topic I wanted to discuss." + + Malory was open for anything now. + "And what might that be?" + + "Your landing party was not killed at AR-24." + + "What?" + + "We were able to retrieve them, just before the explosion." + + "If my people are still alive, where are they?" + + + "They are quite safe, you can trust me on that. Right now +they're just waiting for me to arrange a proper exchange." + + "Well, that's going to be difficult. Lieutenant Whitecloud +has been transferred to Star Base 89 for interrogation. I was +delivering her when you called." Malory seemed quite aware of +the irony. + + Tarva seemed to consider for a second then said "Can you get her +back?" + + Malory laughed. + "Get her back? I couldn't even keep her myself! +As required, I had to inform the Admiral of the deaths of my three +crewmen. As such, the Admiral wanted all of the details... After +I informed him of the party that I beamed up, he almost went berserk. +He wants to interrogate all of them personally, I would have liked to +have asked my own questions... I have to deliver the other four +survivors within a couple of hours ..." + + + "I thought there were six survivors?" Tarva said concerned. + + "Oh yes, the Vulcan S'Turlek, did not survive his injuries." + + Tarva was quiet for a few moments. + "Let me lay this on the table. We have to get this taken care of. +Not only do we want to get both crews back to where they're supposed to be, +but we also need to adjust ship's logs to erase all data collected." + + "Now wait a minute. Your asking me to forge my logs on your word? +I'm sorry, Sashon, but I can't do that on what little you've given me." + + Tarva spoke as she stood. + "We knew that this would be your response, so we've arranged to give +you more than my word." + + Malory watched as she pulled out a large old-style communicator +from under the back of her uniform. She flipped it open and said, +"Have you made arrangements with Commander Shelby?" + + 'IF SHELBY IS INVOLVED IN THIS, IT MUST HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE +BORG..', Malory shuddered. 'IF THAT'S TRUE, NO WONDER THEY NEED SUCH TIGHT +SECURITY.' + + Tarva listened to the response on her communicator and then +spoke to Malory again. + "Can you at least promise me not to make any new logs concerning +this incident and especially this conversation until I've had further +opportunity to convince you?" + + Malory smiled, this was an easy question. + "I will not make any new logs or investigate this incident further +until you have had that chance." + + Tarva smiled. + + "Now would be as good a time as any to get started." + + Malory stood as well, ready for the intrigue. + + "Where do we go?" + + "Let's start by going back to Star Base 89." + + "Okay, but first I have to talk with my officers, won't you +wait on the bridge for a moment. Computer, cancel alpha security." + + "ALPHA SECURITY CANCELED." + + As Malory ushered Tarva out, he called Lt Penthrach and +Ensign Findel in. He noted that the red light on the control pad +had changed from red back to green, as was standard. + + After the door had closed, the trio stood just inside the ready-room. + + "Mr Penthrach, has there been any unauthorized communications +to or from the Delphi, say in the past ten minutes?" + + Malory watched as Penthrach stiffened in his large frame and then +scratched his chin reflectively as he relaxed again. + + "No sir, our systems would alert us to any unauthorized +transmission." 'IN THEORY', he mentally added. + + Malory faced Ensign Naine Findel. + "Ensign, have there been any unusual Oracle anomalies since we +arrived at the StarBase?" + + The Ensign stiffened as well, coming to attention. + "No Sir, We've been doing the standard calibrations since +arrival. We have not had any unaccounted for readings." + + Malory frowned, he wondered at how many more tests and calibrations +ORACLE would need. It was beginning to wear on his patience. He doubted that +anything would show up while the sensors were being recalibrated. Penthrach +interrupted his reverie. + + "Is there a problem, Sir?" + + "No Lieutenant, dismissed." + + With that all three stepped onto the bridge. + +...... + + + Aboard the Karise, Praetor Kh'arna sat in his stone chair. +Tests of the plasma weapon had been completed, and the debris from the +Federation starship had been scattered. Everything was going by the +plan. The only problem was the DELPHI. Apparently something had happened +to it, and it was returning to StarBase 89. + 'NO MATTER. A MOMENTARY DELAY IS ACCEPTABLE...' + + His plan was in motion and he had more than competent Commanders +and Sub-commanders. This change would cause no great change in his plan ... +yet. + + He called his tactical officer in. + + "Sub-Commander. Have the ships redeploy themselves +as follows .... Soon we will move." + + The Praetor had full confidence in his tactical officer's ability +to get the message to the ships without alerting any suspicion. He was +after all, Romulan.... + + + + +...... + + Malory watched as he apparently materialized in a small transporter +room on StarBase 89. The room was empty, save for the transporter operator, +a blond-haired woman wearing a red uniform, whom Malory recognized instantly. + + "Commander Shelby, how nice it is to see you again", he said. +Malory had worked with Shelby only briefly as she had wanted to try something +different with the weapons systems aboard a Pentalia-class ship, the New +Auckland in this case. + + As usual, Shelby was all business in her reply. + "Sir, won't you come with me please?" + + Malory grimaced slightly as Shelby turned and exited the room +before either Malory or Tarva even had a chance to step down off of the +transporter pad. + 'FINE, WE CAN PLAY FORMAL TOO COMMANDER', he thought. He had never +cared much for Shelby, she was a little too self-assured for his taste. +Now he didn't regret ever putting her 'in her place' while they had +' discussed ' Pentalia-class weapons systems. + + Without a word, both he a Tarva followed her through. Soon they +all stood in the security section. + Malory guessed that this was a 'secure' room or something of that +nature that they had been led too. For what purpose, he wasn't quite +sure. He doubted that it was for a round of laughs and a stiff drink +however. + Shelby opened the door, the room was unoccupied. Then, +she promptly closed the door. Malory noticed both Tarva and Shelby +glance down the hallway. No one else was present. Shelby slowly +nodded to Tarva. + Quickly and efficiently, Tarva pulled out her old-style +communicator. + 'WHAT ARE THESE TWO UP TO?' Malory thought, as she spoke into +the communicator. + + "All is clear, you may proceed when ready." + Quickly, she closed the communicator, returning it to its +place underneath the back of her tunic. + Curiously, the light on the control pad of the door blinked, +indicating that the door was being operated from the inside. It +then slid open, and Malory could only stare. + + "Captain, it's good to see you again." Assali said with a wide smile. + +........ + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 8 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 19:59:28 GMT +Lines: 1423 + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 8 + "Resurrection" + + + + + Malory sat across from Assali in the sealed and theoretically +secure room. Commanders Tarva and Shelby were also seated. He merely +listened as Assali, Tarva, and Shelby provided him with some background +knowledge in an effort to persuade him to their cause. From his previous +knowledge of Tarva and Shelby, as well as the mere fact that his first +officer was still alive, Malory decided that he would join in the +plot. + + "I still can't believe that Admiral Hrgon is outside the loop +on this", he said. + + Shelby responded. + "We couldn't include everybody. That would defeat the purpose. +The more people who know, the greater the chance of a leak either +accidental or intentional we just can't afford one. Besides, though +Admiral Hrgon's loyalty to Star Fleet is indisputable, he does have +his own agenda. We don't need anybody side tracking Project Fulton +to affect their own power base." + + "I suppose your right, but it still disturbs me to be going +around a commanding officer's back." Malory really hated agreeing with +Shelby, and thought for a moment. + "How about Commodore Albrit?" + + Shelby frowned. + "He's dead, we're still not sure what happened to him.. No +disrespect intended, but I wouldn't have anything to do with this +project if he were involved." + + Malory frowned and nodded as well. + "I hadn't heard that ... but you've won me over... +Now, how are we going to accomplish this task?" + +........ + + + "Captain on the bridge!" + + Lieutenant Commander Julien Alexandre, First officer of the +U.S.S. Estel rose from the Captain's chair immediately. Quickly, he turned +and faced his captain. Even now, he had to suppress the urge to swallow and +had difficulty talking with a level voice when he saw his captain. + + "RHHhheport C'mahhndrrr" Commander Grtag, commanding officer of the +U.S.S. Estel rumbled. The hairs at the base of his neck bristled. + + "Sir! We have been ordered by StarFleet command to proceed to +StarBase 89 where we have been reassigned. We are to be placed under +Admiral Hrgon's durisdiction. A course has been plotted and laid in sir!" +Alexandre reported quickly. + He watched as Grtag straightened. This act brought him to his full +height of over 7 and a half feet. Alexandre saw the fur covering the +Commander's face ripple and his whiskers twitch. He gazed into the rounded +green pupils. + Grtag resumed his standard 'hunch', muscles rippling even through the +thick fur and special uniform. + + "PRRRrrohsssseehd C'mahhndrrr. WaahRrrp SSssehvein." + + Grtag sniffed. He was pleased that now he no longer smelled fear +from his first officer. Grtag had always been bothered by that with the +officers he had worked with. After all, very few StarFleet officers had +even heard of a Kzinti, much less seen one or served with one. + + "Helm, engage on course to StarBase 89, warp factor 7." + + Alexandre heard the Captain rumble as he stalked off of the bridge. +Alexandre had known of Grtag before this assignment, but was still awed. +To his knowledge, Grtag was the only Kzinti in StarFleet at present. From +the rumors that had been circulating among the crew, Grtag had been found +as a 'child' and had never been to the Kzin homeworld, or even acknowledged +it. In the time that he had spent with Grtag, he had found him to be the +consumate, if intimidating, StarFleet officer, with no mixed loyalties +whatsoever. + + He looked on as the stars streaked across the viewscreen. + 'I WONDER WHAT THIS ASSIGNMENT WILL BE....' + + +........ + + + Malory spoke to Commander Shelby, as he walked with her and Tarva. +They were on their way back to the transporter room. Assali had already +transported back to the VIGILANTE. + + "Tarva and I will begin preparations as soon as we get back to +the DELPHI." + + "Very good, I'll begin preparations on this end. I hope all +works out, we need to get this over with as soon as possible." + + As Shelby finished speaking, they turned a corner and the trio +came face to face with Admiral Hrgon and a Lieutenant. Actually, to be +more accurate, the trio came neck to face with the Admiral. + + "Ah, Captain Malory, just the human I've been looking for." + + Malory took in the Admiral's Tellarian countenance. He was still +just as hairy as the last time had they'd met, with the same large nose, almost +like a snout. His eyes were very dark. + Malory, Shelby and Tarva immediately came to a natural attention. + + "Sir. How can I help you?" Malory answered. + + Hrgon frowned his bushy eyebrows, ignoring Malory for the moment. +His dark gaze was on the two Commanders. + + "Commander Shelby ... and this must be Commander Tarva." + + "Sir" they both said. + + "Commander Tarva, you're with the S F S C C?" + Hrgon pronounced each of the letters as if it were a word. + + "Yes, Sir." She replied. + + "Very good, I'll be wanting to discuss something with you, +if you could contact my aid to set up a time." + + "Sir, I may not be in the area much longer." + Malory guessed that Tarva was trying to avoid the confrontation. + + "Well, we'll just have to make it soon. By the way, +Lieutenant Bloom informs me he could find no record of your +billet assignment or even of your arrival itinerary." + + Malory saw the Lieutenant perk up as his name was mentioned. +Malory already disliked this man and hadn't even spoken with im yet. + + "Sir, part of my job is to identify security lapses at StarFleet +installations. Though I'm not here on official business it's become kind +of standard for us to travel under a low profile. Since I'd just arrived, +when I encountered Lieutenant Bloom, I had not yet secured quarters. Now, +Captain Malory has offered the hospitality of the DELPHI so I'll be +billeting there." + + 'NICE EXPLANATION', Malory thought. + + Hrgon nodded his head, seemingly in acceptance of the explanation. +He turned again to face Malory. + + "Now Captain, I'm ready to talk to the remaining detainees, if +you could arrange for them to be transferred directly to Holding Area R-8, +I would greatly appreciate it." + + 'IN OTHER WORDS, BEAM THE REST OVER NOW', Malory mentally added. + + "And what of Lieutenant Whitecloud?" he asked. + + Hrgon looked at the two ladies who flanked Malory. + + "We were unable to get any new information from her. She has +been extremely well trained, I wish my whole security staff were like her." + + 'HAH! TARVA AND SHELBY ARE BOTH SECURITY SPECIALISTS... AND HRGON +DOESN'T LIKE THIS PUFFED UP LIEUTENANT EITHER.' + + Malory kept a straight face as he watched Lt Bloom shift uneasily +in his stance. + + Hrgon continued. + "Also, Captain, I'm going to want to discuss this matter with you +in more depth some time soon, as well as your new orders .... +Now that Albrit is dead.... + Perhaps you should accompany the rest of Whitecloud's crew when +you transport them over." + + "Yes, perhaps that would be the best time." Malory was somewhat +surprised by the strange tone in the Admiral's voice. + 'SURELY HRGON CAN'T BE THAT CALLOUS..' he thought. + + Hrgon inhaled deeply, signifying that the conversation was almost +finished. He turned and faced Shelby for a final time. + "Very good. Commander, are you available in about half an hour? +I've got some problems related to Captain Malory's guests I'd like your +opinion on." + + "Yes, Sir" Shelby answered instinctively. + + "That will be all, dismissed" + Hrgon and Bloom continued down the corridor. + + As they reached the transporter room, with Hrgon and Bloom out +of sight, Tarva spoke. + + "Do you think he just happened to bump into us?" + + Neither Malory nor Shelby answered. + + +...... + + + "StarDock, this is the U.S.S. Targon requesting clearance for +transport", Lt Edwin, communications officer spoke. + + "U.S.S. Targon, this is StarDock. Clearance approved. Hold your +current position and await transport." + + "Lt Cmmdr Riehat, await our passenger in transporter room 1. + Helm, set course 47.5 mark 19. Engage at warp factor 9 +pending successful transport notification from Commander Rieht." + Cmmdr Sardoc efficiently stated his orders. + + "Yes sir!" + Cmmdr Rieht, first officer of the Targon immediately left the bridge +and waited in transporter room 1. He looked on as the figure began +materializing on the transporter pad. Soon, the figure was fully +materialized and stepped forward. + + "Lt Herlt Yarin, requesting transport. Sir." + + Rieht looked at Yarin. Yarin stood at roughly 5'8" in height, +with dark hair and dark eyes. There was a large amount of scar tissue +on the right hand side of his face and it appeared to run down his neck +as well. + + "Permission to COME ABOARD granted... Lieutenant." + + Rieht saw the Lieutenant stiffen as he realized his breach of procedure. + 'HE MUST HAVE BEEN IN A POORLY STRUCTURED ENVIRONMENT FOR +AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME... DAMM, I'M SOUNDING LIKE SARDOC NOW +AREN'T I...' + Rieht shook his head internally at his own musings as he +stepped back to the transporter console. + + "Rieht to bridge, transport complete. We are ready for departure. +Rieht out." + + Rieht faced Yarin again. + "Now Lieutenant, I will escort you to your quarters. We are scheduled +to arrive at StarBase 89 in approximately 50 hours... + If you will follow me..." + + "Yes sir." + + Rieht left the transporter room, with Yarin close behind. + + + Aboard the bridge of the Targon, Cmmdr Sardoc, commanding officer +of the Targon, waited, glancing at his readouts. All was operating +normally. Sardoc sat in his chair and touched his fingertips together, +while bowing his head slightly. + 'NO MORE CAN BE DONE TILL WE ARRIVE.' + + His bridge crew had promptly followed his instructions as expected. +He was satisfied with their performance. The Orazzin-class Targon streaked +towards StarBase 89, demonstrating why it was one of the fastest ships in +the fleet. + + +...... + + + "Sir, Holding Area R-8 reports they are prepared to receive our +guests." + Malory glanced at Yeoman Upaw. He and Tarva stood to one side +of the transporter console. The plan was for the four remaining 'guests' +to transport and then Malory and Tarva would follow. The VIGILANTE was +supposed to take care of things from there. + + "Very well, have them brought in." + + *VHOOSH* + + The door to the transporter room opened. One by one the 'guests' +entered. Each was flanked on either side by a security guard with a drawn +and tightly held weapon. Malory noted the intensity on all of the security +guards' faces. The last people to enter were Security Chief Zalvosta and +another Security member who was carrying a metal satchel. Malory knew +that as per standard security regulations, the satchel contained the equipment +and clothing that the 'guests' had been carrying when they were beamed +aboard. Only Zalvosta and the security person carrying the satchel did not +have phasers drawn. + The four guests walked directly to the transporter pads and took +positions on the pads. None of them said a word. The bag was placed on its +own pad, and the security members stepped away from the transporter, +as was custom. Still, all security officers, save Zalvosta and the other +had their weapons drawn and aimed. + Malory turned to Yeoman Upaw. + "Raise force field." + + Malory watched as Upaw's fingers danced along different buttons. + 'HMMM, SAME TRANSPORTER ARRANGEMENT AS THE NEW AUCKLAND', he noted. +He saw that Upaw was erecting a force field on each pad, thus each +transportee was isolated from all the others. + + "Force Field activated" Upaw finally said. + + At this, the security contingent promptly holstered their +weapons. + "Dismissed", Zalvosta said, and the nine other security members +filed out of the transporter room. Only Malory, Tarva, Zalvosta and Upaw +remained. + + "Where is Smith?" + The Klingon on the transporter pad demanded. + + "What have you done with her?" One of the humans added. + + Malory smiled. These crewmen were good, defiant to the end. + "Don't worry, you should be seeing her very soon." + + He addressed transporter operator Upaw. + "Energize." + + Upaw pushed some more buttons and then slid his fingers up the +control panes, applying power. The four people on the pads began +sparkling. + "Sir, I'm reading some sort of power surge. + Delphi to R-8, do you have a lock?" + + Malory looked at the pads. The four crewmen of the VIGILANTE were +fading in and out. + + "Delphi, this is R-8 we can't get a secure lock, increasing power." + + Upaw responded, hands frantically moving along the controls. + "Try to reverse, we don't want to lose them." + + "Acknowledged" + + The four continued to sparkle and fade, shimmering into and out +of existence. + + "What's going on?" Malory demanded. + + "Sir, something's wrong, we've lost the fix, trying to +regain now." + Upaw was frantic at the controls. Nothing like this had ever +happened to him before. He was at his wits end as to what to do next. +Suddenly, one of the console lights began to blink red, accompanied by +a beeping sound. + + + "Delphi, do you have them?" + Malory could easily hear the tension and worry in the voice. + + "I think I've got the lock..." + 'YES', Upaw thought. It seemed as if his relaxing of the DELPHI's +transporter power was working. + 'THIS REALLY SHOULDN'T BE WORKING THOUGH..' + + *K'FLASH* + + An explosion rocked the transporter room. + + The force field buckled and Malory, Tarva, and Zalvosta took the +rest of the blast. All three were thrown back against the bulkhead. + + Upaw was dazed. Thankfully. the console had shielded him from +a large part of the blast, as he had instinctively ducked and covered +his head. He looked around as he rose. + The room was a mess. Red emergency lights had come on and a loud +fire klaxon was sounding. The pads were all still smoking. Coming to +his senses, Upaw looked around. + Zalvosta was laying in a crumpled heap against the bulkhead, but Upaw +could see no blood on her. The Kalonian Commander was also against the +bulkhead and had a slit running down the side of her face and neck. +Then, Upaw saw Captain Malory. Malory's head was in a small pool of blood, +and his back was at an odd angle. + Upaw gulped. Remarkably, enough of the console was still working +adequately to send a message. + + "Transporter room 1 to Medical. Emergency. Repeat Emergency. +3 wounded, possibly dead. Hurry!" + + Then, Upaw heard it, a voice barely audible over the din, calling. + + "Delphi, what happened over there, we've totally lost them. +Do you have them? Delphi, please come in...." + + +........ + + + Dr Anne Mayak looked down at the almost youthful face of her +Captain. Preliminary medical scans were now available, and she glanced +at the readouts displaying his vital signs. She had already stabilized +his condition, and now watched as her patient began waking. + + "How am I doing Doctor?" He said with only his right eye open +and a strained smile. + + "Fine for someone who almost broke their back and almost +had a rupture in his jugular vein. After I have finished my work you should +be free for several days of bed-leave ... Now, no more talking." + + Mayak glanced at her patient before she administered the +anesthetic hypo. + + "Just one thing Doctor.... Have me moved to my quarters +as soon you are finished. A crew shouldn't see its Captain +seriously injured and staying in sickbay... + + *COUGH* + + *COUGH*". + + Malory could taste the traces of blood in his coughs as the Doctor +administered the hypo. + + "Step one, confirm that there is no more internal bleeding..." +Mayak began the hard part of her work..... + + + + Malory awoke. He was laying on his bunk in his room. As his +eyes slitted open, he could see the lovely Doctor standing over him, +medical tricorder in hand. + "Captain, its good to see you awake. You should remain stationary +for at least 24 hours as your bones heal. Your brace should hold your +spine enough to keep you out of serious danger, should you attempt +to rise from your bed..." + + Malory thought he saw the hint of a smile. He was almost sure that +the Doctor was exaggerating his condition. + + "Yes Doctor, I'll stay in bed till my next checkup. Will you be +making another house-call soon?" + + Malory couldn't read the expression on her face, but he did +not think that she had been too pleased with his remark. As soon as the +Doctor exited, Malory tried to stand. He made it as far as his work bench +before deciding he was alright. The back brace was cumbersome though. +He sat down at his work-bench and began working on an idea he'd +had while dreaming. + + +........ + + + Malory looked up from the work station area in his suite as +Tarva entered. She was limping and had a new scar which ran down the far +right-hand side of her face, from just below her ear, wrapping around towards +the front of her neck, only to disappear under her collar near the rank +pips. Her left arm was hung in a sling. Malory's head hurt, and he +adjusted the regeneration patch, which covered the right hand side of his +face. + 'MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN SICKBAY', he thought for a moment. + That thought, was quickly swallowed up by his rage as Tarva +approached. The corners of his eyes tightened. + "Computer!" he hardly recognized his voice, it was rough and hoarse +with emotion. + "WORKING." The generic computer voice only added to his anger. + + "Initiate, Alpha Security", he said a bit too loudly, it hurt his +head more. + + "ALPHA SECURITY INITIATED." + + Slowly, he stood up and faced Tarva. Having his upper torso held +stiff by a temporary brace did nothing to ease his anger. + + "What the HELL did you people do to *MY* transporter?!" + + 'CALM DOWN MALORY, EASE OFF. + STAY COOL.' + He was losing his attempts to control his anger. + + "We could have all been killed." + + "Sir," she began. + + 'DAMM.. STILL COLDER THAN ICE', Malory thought. + + "The transporters on the Vigilante are a radical new design. +It was impossible to predict how the Delphi's transporters would +respond to the forced signal." + + 'JUST KEEP TRYING ME..' + + "Nothing's impossible to predict when it comes to this kind +of technology. If your people didn't know or suspect then they are +*EXTREMELY* incompetent." + + Her voice changed. It was softer now, obviously in an effort +to calm him down. + + "Percival if they did know, I was not informed. You must remember +though, we are still in training, that includes learning all of the +idiosyncrasies of the technology. Nobody on board was involved +in any of the development, they just handed it over to us and +said 'good bye'." + + 'CALM DOWN, LOSING YOUR COOL EVEN MORE WON'T HELP ANYTHING...' + + "My transporter room was destroyed and four people were +almost killed, I hope it was worth it." + He almost hoped she would take the jab, just to give him something +to build his anger on again. + + "I hope so too." + + They paused for an awkward moment. + + "Did they get a hold of your people okay?" was all Malory could +mutter. + + Suddenly, he felt emotionally drained. First there was the 'deaths' +of Albert, Assali, and Meede. Then there was Tarva and WhiteCloud in a game +of conspiracy and secrets. Now, a 'transporter accident' which almost killed +him and the others. On top of all of this loomed the death of Commodore +Albrit, and the constant requests from Hrgon as to when they could meet. +Malory was exhausted. His injuries were serious as well, he probably +should have listened to the Doctor. Slowly, he began sitting back down. + + Tarva smiled slightly. + "Yes, Sir, they arrived with no adverse effects." + + "Very good, at least some thing went right. + Now Admiral Hrgon is screaming for me. I've been able to put off +going to see him because of the injuries but that's already wearing thin." + + 'ARE WE WHINING NOW PERC? + I MUST BE OUT OF IT, I SOUND LIKE A CADET. + GET A GRIP PERC OLE CHAP' he thought. + + Tarva offered a suggestion. + "Perhaps we should both go, he did want to talk to me too. Besides, +we have to start solidifying plans to get Lieutenant Whitecloud back to +the Vigilante." + + Malory cringed. He was still in over his head, and was still +fully involved in these covert operations. The thought of Hrgon +finding out about this lurked in the corner of Malory's mind. + + "Very well, I'll make arrangements. Dismissed." + + Tarva started back towards the door. + + "Computer, cancel Alpha Security." + + "ALPHA SECURITY CANCELED." + The little green light on the panel came on just as Tarva +reached the door. She exited, and Malory was left alone. + + +....... + + "Arm photon torpedoes!" Captain Lionel Hampton proclaimed. + + "Photon torpedoes armed sir." + + "Lock and fire!." + + "Photons away..... Direct hits." + + "Excellent shooting chap." + + Hampton turned and faced his weapons officer, Commander Isgith. + + "Yes sir." + + "Sir, message coming in from StarFleet command..." the Palomine's +communications officer stated. + + "On screen." + + " + + " + + Hampton looked at the message. The screen changed back to the +asteroid belt where he had been performing weapon's tests for the +Palomine. + "Right. Helm, set course for StarBase 89, warp factor 8. + Commander Isgith, perform maintenance checks on weapons and +pass my compliments along to your teams. Lovely accuracy." + + "Course laid in and plotted sir." + + "Engage helm." + + Hampton watched as the stars began streaking by. + 'BLOODY BRASS.... SHIPS DON'T JUST GET REASSIGNED... +I WONDER WHAT THE BLOOMIN' IDIOTS ARE THINKING...' + + The Palomine continued on its way to StarBase 89. + + + +....... + + As Malory and Tarva departed the transporter room, they were +greeted by Lt Bloom. + + "Sir, I'm surprised your willing to use the transporter +so soon after the accident..." He said to them as they started +down the hall. + + "The transporter that exploded is no longer functioning." + Malory spoke, as if he were talking with a child. + + "Has there been any progress in determining the reason for +the accident?" Bloom persisted. + + "No, the explosion left very few clues." Tarva replied. + + As Bloom, Malory and Tarva made their way through the station, +Malory was aware of the increase in security, including check stations +as well as ID scans. Finally, after several checkpoints, they came +to an interrogation area. It was here that they met the Admiral. + + "Ahh, Captain Malory and Commander Tarva I'm glad your back +on your feet after the accident." + + Malory wondered if Hrgon were trying to sound pleasant. Malory +noted quite easily the irritation in Hrgon's gargly voice. Hrgon began +walking towards one of the rooms which was flanked by several security +guards. + + "Come with me." + + Malory looked at the room. It was on the bright side, and the +pale light started his head aching again. On the far wall there was a +'window' for lack of a better term. In the room that the 'window' +looked into, Lt WhiteCloud sat casually at a table. She was alone. + + Hrgon gestured to WhiteCloud . + "This is Lt Anndrea Whitecloud." He said to Tarva. + + Tarva interrupted him. + "Sir, is that a one way window or a viewscreen?" + + "It's just a standard observation window" Lieutenant Bloom added. +Apparently he was feeling left out of the conversation. + + "I'm sorry, Sir... You were saying her name is Whitecloud..." + + 'WHAT IS SHE UP TO? IS SHE PLANNING SOMETHING OR INCITING THE +ADMIRAL?' Malory thought. + + Hrgon looked even more irritated as his eyebrows jutted even +farther out, but he continued. + + "At least that's what our records tell us. They also tell +us however, that Lt Whitecloud was killed in a transporter accident +almost a year ago. In fact, Commander, all four of the victims +of your transporter accident are all listed as having died +around a year ago." + + Hrgon turned and faced both Malory and Tarva. One of his +eyebrows was slightly upraised and his beard seemed to be twitching. + + "Don't you think it quite odd that all of her living but dead +comrades were killed a second time in a transporter accident? As a +security specialist, Commander, how do you interpret this situation?" + + 'GOTTA GIVE SASH A MOMENT TO THINK..' + + Malory spoke first. + "Sir, Whitecloud claims to be part of a Top Secret StarFleet +mission. If this is true, the inconsistencies with her story tend to +add up." + + Hrgon's beard twitched again. + "All except two. Have you read her file? She has been +rec-og-nized for bravery, and was top of her class" + Hrgon sniffed. + "She also has a record like your Lt Qhasmon. She has been busted +two times for insubordination. She was put on hold for fighting with a +shipmate, and her last Captain had to get her out of jail for destroying +a bar in a fist fight on Intalla 4. All her comrades had similar records. +This isn't the type of person for a StarFleet top secret project..." + + 'YOU DIDN'T MENTION YOUR FIRST OFFICER, QH'SEM IN THAT LIST, +NOW DID YOU ADMIRAL.' + + "Finally, I am not aware of any top secret projects in this +quadrant. StarFleet would not do that without alerting me ..." + + Now it was Tarva's turn. + + "Sir. What if she is telling the truth?" + + "That's just not possible." + + "Sir, you must have an open mind when it comes matters like +these. Shouldn't you at least consider the consequences of +pursuing what may be a top secret project. There may be a very +good reason for such tight security." + + Hrgon bristled. + + "Commander, I'm a Rear Admiral in Star Fleet. I am responsible +for the security of this entire quadrant my integrity is beyond reproach!" + + Malory didn't like the way this conversation was going. +It was never a good idea to make a Tellarian angry, particularly when +he is a senior officer. + + "Sir, I'm one of the few survivors of Wolf-359. I've lived +through what can happen when an enemy gets inside the head of someone +who's loyalty and integrity are beyond reproach. If we don't start +keeping that in mind as we form our own power bases, the Federation may +not be so lucky next time." + + Hrgon's demeanor changed instantly. + + "Commander, do you know more about this then you are letting +on? Tell me, just exactly which ship did you come in on and when." + + Malory noted the suspicion in the Admiral's tone and was sure that +Tarva had noted it as well. Curiously, Whitecloud began fidgeting around +under the table. Malory kept her at the edge of his field of vision. + + "Sir, I resent the implication your making. Could it be that I've +struck a cord you don't want to hear?" Tarva asked. + + Malory saw Bloom look into the room. + + Bloom gave a start. + "Sir, where did she go?!" + + "I think she went under the table" Malory responded. + + "What the hell is she doing?" Bloom asked and approached the +window to get a better look. + + Suddenly, WhiteCloud stood up from under the table and looked +directly at the window. Then, she calmly lifted her right had as if +pointing at them. + + "Look out, she's got a phaser!" Bloom yelled and dived +toward the Admiral, knocking him to the deck. + + Malory dived alongside Tarva, pain lashing throughout his body as +it impacted with the floor. He heard the whine of the phaser and the +shattering of the window. + 'HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET A PHASER. + HELL, HOW DID A PHASER SHATTER THAT OBSERVATION WINDOW.' + + Malory saw Bloom rise first, as he himself struggled to +rise. Bloom was hitting his comm pin and calling for security as +WhiteCloud jumped through the remnants of the window. He was reaching +for his phaser as she approached. She hesitated and turned slightly. +Malory was impressed with the roundhouse kick that sent Bloom flying +across the room. Malory saw Bloom go limp along the wall. + WhiteCloud moved quickly. + Before Malory was fully risen, she grabbed Tarva from behind, +holding her close along the abdomen, with the phaser between them. Malory +saw that the phaser was set on maximum intensity. + + + "Everybody get up" She ordered Malory and Hrgon. + + 'SURELY THIS ISN'T ACCORDING TO PLAN.. SHE MUST HAVE GONE CRAZY.' + Malory thought. + + "If you're really Star Fleet you wouldn't be doing this" he doubted +any form of logic would work, but he was preparing himself for his next move. + + "Lieutenant, you'll never get away from here" Hrgon added, +"you've just sealed your fate." + + "You make any kind of move on me" Whitecloud said calmly. +Malory noted the wildness in the eyes. + "I'll take the Kalonian with me. Do you really want to risk that?" + + "Come on Lieutenant be reasonable you don't want to do this." + Malory saw the sweat on Tarva's face as she spoke. + + WhiteCloud obviously shoved the phaser harder into Tarva's gut. + "Quiet! quiet all of you!" + + + The door to the room burst open and three security guards +jumped through, phasers in hand. The first two fired point blank +at both Tarva and WhiteCloud. Malory had timed his jump with the +entrance of the guards. + He leapt at WhiteCloud, hoping to knock the phaser loose +while she was distracted. He heard the tell-tale sound of a phaser +set on full stun as the shots from the security phasers struck him. + 'NICE SHOOTING' the thought reeled. + + It seemed as if Tarva and WhiteCloud were in some form of +reddish haze. They were gone as Malory flew threw the space which they +had just recently vacated. + + 'MUST HAVE TRANSP...' + + Malory lapsed into unconciousness. No reflex kept him from +hitting the floor prone and hard. + + + +....... + + + Dr Mayak looked at her patient again. + '...CAPTAINS....ALWAYS THINKING THEMSELVES INVULNERABLE....' + + Two serious phaser wounds now decorated the Captain's side. As +well, his spine had been jarred considerably. It was too early to tell +whether there was any damage to the spinal cord however. As well, he +had a mild concussion, though that was the least of his problems, and +the easiest to fix. + + The Doctor ran through her mental checklist. Aside from the +possibility of spinal injury, the Captain was in tolerable condition. +'AMAZING THAT HE HASN'T KILLED HIMSELF YET....' She moved a strand +of hair away from his face. She had had to put a new regen-patch on the +left side of his face, but he still looked boyish. + She thought for a moment. + + "Ship security, this is Dr Mayak. As ranking officer on board +I am hereby confining the Captain to his quarters for a period of 40 hours. +Have a guard positioned outside his quarters until that time. The Captain +is not to leave his chambers. + Mayak out." + + Mayak glanced at the Captain's vital signs, he was barely in a +good enough condition to move. Still, there was nothing more Mayak could +do at present. She directed the technicians as they took the unconscious +form of the Captain back to his quarters. + + Mayak stood beside his bed, after they had put him in it. She shook +her head for a moment, and then exited. Leaving Malory alone in his +dreams. + + +....... + + + + Malory awoke on his bunk. His head still throbbed, after almost +a full day he decided after glancing at his chronometer. He +felt weak. His back was stiff, his side ached, he basically felt bad. + 'WHAT HAPPENED?' he tried to concentrate .. it hurt. + He hadn't heard from the VIGILANTE, and things had not +happened as he had been told they would. + + Dimly, he was aware of a presence beside his bed. As he turned +he half-expected it to be Dr Mayak, keeping him from rising. Instead +it was his old friend Sashon Tarva. + She wasn't dressed in the standard StarFleet yellow uniform, but +in a baggy black one. She leaned over to look at him, her long braid +fell to one side. + "How are you?" she whispered. + 'WHY ARE WE WHISPERING?' + + "Fine, just very weak, Dr Mayak tells me I should be good as +new pretty soon though." he managed to smile. He sat up slightly and +leaned on his elbows. He wasn't sure how much the pain showed in his face. +He gritted his teeth. + + "When am I going to get my people back?" + + "They'll be along very soon. Just remember your one last promise." + + "Don't worry, I'm in too deep to back out now." The pain was really +unbearable. Slowly, he eased himself back down. + + "I've got to go." + + "Make sure you come back, I don't want this to be all just a +waste of time." + + "I'll do my best, I promise." + + He was taken slightly by surprise as she leaned over and kissed him +lightly. Then, she stood straight up. She opened her large communicator +and spoke into it. + + "Good bye my friend." + + She dissappeared. + + "Good bye.." he mumbled. + 'AND GOOD LUCK', he thought, before lapsing back into sleep. + +......... + + Assali, Meede and Albert stood in one of the cargo bays of the +VIGILANTE. They had been informed that all was in order, and that they +would soon be taken back. They stood in their environmental suits, +beside a ship with private markings, waiting for a pilot. They had +purposely damaged their suits and covered themselves with dirt from +AR-24. + + "So who's going to pilot it?" + Assali asked Shuttle Bay Chief Taragoma. + + "I'm not sure, but they should be here any time now." + + As if in response to his comment, a door to the bay opened +and a person entered. She was dressed in a decidedly bizarre uniform +which was a conglomeration of Klingon and Romulan uniforms with +some other thrown in for good measure. Meede noted the old style +Romulan disruptor which dangled at her belt. + Meede saw recognition in the Shuttle Bay Chief's face as he smiled. + + "You'd better wear your seat belts." + + Assali thought that he barely recognized her as well. + "Isn't that Ensign O'Malley, the navigator?" + + Commander Tarva joined them. + "Yes, it is Ensign O'Malley" + + All watched as the Ensign began a preflight check of the ship. + + Assali spoke up. + "Don't you have somebody other then the ship's navigator for +this mission?" he asked. + + Tarva answered. + "Most of our Drop Ship pilots are not human, and the few pilots +that are humans have had, shall we say, a falling out with StarFleet of +one sort or another. It's been decided that Ensign O'Malley would be +the best pilot to deal with StarFleet at this time." + + "Especially after all the trouble you've just caused," Assali added. + + O'Malley approached the group and stood at attention. + "Sir, the ship is ready for departure." + She looked at both Tarva and Assali. + + "Very good prepare for departure" Tarva said. + + Albert, Assali, and Meede boarded the ship. It had been filled +with an array of trade goods and amenities for long haul travel. It +really looked and smelled as if someone had been living in it for +a long time. + Assali sat in the co-pilot's seat, beside O'malley, while Meede +and Albert sat in makeshift net-type slings in the cargo-area. + + O'Malley spoke. + "This is the Faraday requesting clearance for departure." + + "Faraday your cleared for liftoff" a voice replied. + + The blast shields in the cabin closed as the Faraday +slowly rose. The ship rotated in such a way that would allow it +to exit the cargo bay and slip free of the ship. The Faraday +began its travel towards the StarBase. + +....... + + + In the AR-24 star system, two Romulan scout ships decloaked. +Romulan Commander Quarne looked at his readouts and read the incoming +message. It was coded of course, for his knowledge only. + + "Signal the Vorthai, inform Sub-Commander Vsylan that we will +rendezvous with him in the AR-27 star system. We are to follow standard +orders from there" Quarne addressed his communications officer. + + "Helmsman, engage cloaking device and move us to a favorable +position in the AR-27 star system." + + Aboard the Vorthai, Sub-Commander Vsylan, commanding officer of the +Vorthai, read the incoming message. + + "Acknowledged.... + Helmsman, engage cloaking device and plot course for the AR-27 +star system. There we will find a suitable location to wait." + + Almost as one, the two vessels banked as they shimmered out of +view, leaving the dust-covered planet of the AR-24 system alone once +again. + + + +....... + + + "Captain. We're being hailed by an incoming transport", Penthrach +said, as he turned to face Malory. + + Malory touched the small regen patch near his ear. His back was +still sore as well even though almost two days had passed since his +'incidents'. + + "Put it on the screen." + + The face of a young, red-haired female human filled the screen. + "Hailing the U.S.S. Delphi, this is the Transport Faraday." + + "This is the Delphi, Captain Malory speaking." + + "Captain, I'm Janny Osborn, owner and operator of the Faraday. +I believe I have some people you've been looking for." + + "Indeed?" Malory tried to sound slightly intrigued but not +really interested. + + He watched as he and the rest of the bridge crew saw her adjust +something. Abruptly, the screen image widened and revealed the slightly +grinning face of Commander Assali, he was wearing a tattered environmental +suit, and was smudged in dirt. + + Malory stood up quickly as the rest of the bridge crew gasped. +Malory himself gasped, but it was in pain due to rising to quickly. + + "What is the meaning of this?" he tried to sound surprised. + + + "Captain, Sir, permission to come aboard?" + + "It's a trick," Qhasmon hissed, "we saw them die in that explosion." + + Malory ignored Qhasmon's remark, and attempted to sound unconvinced. + + "Are there any other survivors?" + + "All three of us survived," Assali said. "The others are in +the back. Sir, if we could expedite this, we haven't had a shower in +quite awhile." + + Malory signaled for the audio to be cut and then turned to +the ORACLE operator, Ensign Findel in this case. + + "What can you tell me about that ship?" + Malory had to act as close to standard as he could. + + "Sir, I read four life forms, all humanoid..." +There is no unusual power output or substances. In fact, sir, I read +the power output to be quite weak. My first guess would be that the +dilithium crystals are deteriorated." + + Malory turned back to the screen, having Penthrach re-enable audio. + + "Permission granted to land your craft in Shuttle bay 1." + + He then cut to one-way audio and turned to the intercom. + + "Security and Medical to Shuttle Bay 1. + Shuttle Bay 1 prepare for incoming transport." + + "Captain," Osborn spoke, "your crew has promised me certain +compensation for returning them." + + "Are you trying to ransom my crew to me, Captain Osborn?" + 'NOW WHAT ARE THEY UP TO?' he thought. + + "No, Sir. It's just that this being a high security area I +may have trouble leaving freely. I've been promised safe passage, +absolutely no interference." + She actually sounded somewhat fearful. + + Malory looked to Assali for confirmation. + "That's correct, Sir. With the stipulation that she does +not incur any offenses while with us." + + Osborn laughed. + "Yea, I'm to be on my best behavior. + There is one other thing that is maybe even more important..." + + "And what is that?" Malory asked. + + "As your scanners have probably already told you, my supply of +dilithium crystals has begun to deteriorate. I've been promised the +needed repairs to the drive and replacement of the crystals." + + "What ever Mr Assali has promised, I will stand by." Malory +finally said tiring of these 'negotiations'. + + "Very good, starting approach to shuttle bay." + The screen returned to standard view of the approaching ship. + + "Sir," Penthrach said. "Incoming message from Admiral Hrgon. +Apparently, he's been monitoring the conversation." + + 'HERE IT GOES'. + "Thank you Mr Penthrach, I'll take it in my ready-room." + +....... + + + "Captain...what an interesting coincidence...I overheard +your conversation with the incoming transport." + + "Coincidence sir?" Malory asked. + + "I find it most interesting that your 'dead' crewmen now live. +Cmmdr Hause and I will beam over shortly ... We have a few questions, +as I am sure you will understand..." + + "Yes sir." + + Hrgon looked away for a moment and then faced the screen again. + "You and I will also have a meeting at 0800 tomorrow. I have +some news concerning the DELPHI and this sector. I will accept no excuses +for failing to attend this meeting. You should be more than well enough +now." + + "Yes sir." + + "Hrgon out." + + Malory paused beside his desk. + 'NEWS CONCERNING THIS SECTOR?? WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT...' +Malory shrugged his shoulders and exited his ready-room. + + +....... + + + The craft slid easily into the DELPHI's shuttle bay, and landed +smoothly. The door on the side of the long and boxy body hissed and +jerked open. Steam poured out of release valves, partially obscuring +the opening. + From out of the mist, a short figure walked to the doorway +and then started down the stairs, exiting the craft. His suit was tattered, +but his helmet was carried professionally under one arm. + + Meede glanced around. + 'IT SEEMS AS IF SECURITY HAS BEEN GROWING A LITTLE LAX AROUND HERE', +he thought. + + The semi-circle of security guards around the open door had +recognized Meede instantly, and all stood just a little straighter. +Immediately behind Meede, Yeoman Albert strode down. Finally, Assali +emerged. + Acting Security Chief Zalvosta loudly proclaimed. + "Attention, First Officer on Deck." + The assembly was now all at stiff attention. + + Zalvosta approached the three. + "Sir, Welcome back." + + Assali glanced around. + "Where's Captain Malory?" Assali grinned. + "I thought he would be here to greet his prodigal sons personally." + + "Sir, he received an urgent message from Admiral Hrgon just as +you were making your final approach." + Zalvosta was holding herself at attention as she spoke, aware of +the appraising eyes of Meede. + + "Yes, I understand.." + 'HRGON, PROBABLY HAS A THOUSAND NEW QUESTIONS FOR HIM NOW ..' + + Dr Mayak approached the trio with her medical tram and +began preliminary scans. Zalvosta turned to speak with Meede, but +was distracted as an oddly dressed woman with slicked-down +red hair ambled down the stairs. This woman was obviously the pilot. +All attention was riveted on the old-style Romulan disruptor which +casually dangled at her belt. + + Zalvosta approached the pilot. + "Ms Osborn, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the weapon with +us for the duration of your stay." + + Zalvosta saw Osborn 'look her over' and then glance towards +Meede and Assali. + Assali nodded. + With a quick motion, Osborn jerked it from her holster and +spun it in her hand. The barrel ended in her hand, the handle pointing +out. + Meanwhile, Zalvosta had already gotten her phaser out and ready. +She faced the red-haired lady while standing in crouch. + Osborn smiled and handed the disruptor to Meede. + + +........ + + + "Ensign Tselada!" Stephen Korn, Chief Engineer of the DELPHI +shouted. + + He watched as the Benzite approached. Korn noted the Benzite was +breathing deeply through his respiration apparatus. + + "Sir." Tselada almost wheezed. + + "Have you made any more progress on those anomalous energy +signatures?" + + "No sir. My only deduction has been that none of our ship systems +should produce such a signature." + + "Very well... Keep working on it Ensign." + + Korn looked at the waveforms of the energy emissions. + 'HMM, ALMOST LIKE A SUBSPACE CARRIER WAVE OF SOME SORT...' + + Korn patched through to the bridge. + + *BLEEP* + + Lt Penthrach looked at his message console. He made the connection. +He gazed at the thin stretched face of Lt Korn, as well as the shock of +grey hair. + "What can I do for you sir?" + + "Lt. Have you been performing any unusual communications experiments?" + + "No Lt. I have noted nothing out of the ordinary... Is something +wrong?" + + "Maybe.. Tell me Mr Penthrach, have you ever heard of a C class +modified subspace carrier wave?" + + "Yes sir. At the academy I believe we had a few lectures on the +theoretical ramifications of such a wave. But it was my understanding that +creating such a wave, was well beyond the scope of current technology." + + "Maybe so Lieutenant, maybe so... Korn out." + + Korn watched as the large face of Olgin Penthrach disappeared from +the screen. + 'INTERSTING... VERY INTERESTING....' + + "Ensign Tselada! Make sure you keep a periodic chart of +all anomolous readings. Coordinate with Lt Penthrach." + + Korn stalked out of engineering. + 'LET'S GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS... MALORY PROBABLY HAS SOME +OTHER DEVICE IMPLANTED..." + + +........ + + + Percival Malory looked over the assembly that had gathered +in one of the DELPHI's meeting rooms. The room was an observation +room as well, and as such, had several large windows which looked +out into the universe. The table was long and semi-rectangular, with +a 'bend' in it to match the curvature of the room. + Malory sat in his choice of seats. One central to the table, +and facing the windows. To his right, sat his first officer, Akimbe +Assali and to his left sat Lt Garin Meede. Yeoman Albert sat beside +Meede, and Ensign Findel and Lt T'irna sat to the right of Assali. +Further down the table, as far from the others as could be, sat +Janice Osborn, Ensign O'Malley aboard the Vigilante. + Across from Meede sat Admiral Hrgon and his primary aide, +Commander Elayne Hause. + + Malory watched as the Admiral looked down the table at Osborn +and addressed her. She was somewhat reclined in her chair with her legs +extended. + + "Let me get this straight, you were passing by the AR-24 +system when you picked up a distress signal?" + + "As I've said several times before," O'Malley said "I was +passing by the system when I received the distress call. The +Faraday was already starting to have problems but I figured +there may be at least something to salvage. It wouldn't take +much to scan the area and see if I could find something to help +fix my drive system." + + "You weren't even thinking of survivors?" Malory asked. + + "Of course, if there were survivors there would be a better +chance of some usable equipment. Besides, survivors are usually +willing to pay a reasonable fee for transport." O'Malley had +rehearsed the story well. + + "Did you know that charging survivors for rescue is against +just about every code there is?" Hrgon asked in disbelief. + + "Of course, but there is usually some sort of voluntary +reward. For instance, I would not have come here if it wasn't +for your crew. My first choice was the Nexus Colony, they were +much closer and not nearly as patrolled as this place is." + + "And you would have had to pay for your own repairs at +Nexus, is that right?" Hrgon was more making a statement then +asking a question. + + "I'm a trader, I have to make the greatest return possible. +If I come out of this with free quality repairs, I've done quite +well." + + "Surely" Hrgon said trying to look threatening "You know +that if we run a complete I.D. check on you, you'd probably be +arrested." + + "I was assured safe passage by a Commander in Star Fleet, +that was enough for me." O'Malley had remained confident. + + "That is enough." Malory said firmly to Hrgon. "We've had +enough tragedy from this incident, it's time to close the book +on it." + + Hrgon took the opportunity to turn on Malory "And how do you +explain abandoning your landing party on a hostile-environment +planet?" + + "Sir, there were several factors leading to the apparent 'abandonment'. +First of all, there was some effect from the rock structures on the planet +on the ORACLE sensors. Couple this with the storms, and we were effectively +sensor blind. False images abounded and by the time we did get a good +check, thanks to the timely recovery of Lt T'irna, there were no life +signs on the planet. Moreover, both you and StarFleet command had ordered +the DELPHI to come here at once anyway. You, because you wanted to question +the survivors personally, and StarFleet command on the whims of the late +Commodore Albrit." + + Hrgon frowned. + + Assali spoke up. + "Sir, we were unconscious for over twenty four hours, by the +time we dug our way out of the sand we could not reach the Delphi. Our +communicators were destroyed. If Ms Osborn hadn't also heard the distress +call that brought the Delphi in we would be dead by now." + + Malory could barely stay fully awake as the Admiral questioned +everyone. Often, making each repeat his or her story several times. +In the end, Hrgon begrudgingly closed the case accepting the stories +as they stood but vowed that he knew some kind of cover-up was +happening. He also said that he thought that all of this was somehow +connected with Whitecloud and 'The Vigilante' and would eventually prove +it. + +........ + + Aboard the Romulan ship, Karise, Praetor Kh'arna sat in the +command chair. + + "Praetor, we have received a message. The Thesia and Zha'sa will +be in position in approximately 50 hours. The refit is taking slightly +longer than expected. + The Gathis and Vorthai are in position waiting." + + "Excellent centurion. Move us into position and wait there. +We shall begin implementation of our offensive shortly. + As well, have all combat groups on training excercises. + + Soon we will make our move...." + + + +....... + + Malory, Meede and Assali stood in the shuttle bay. They were +seeing O'Malley off. Malory had had Meede dismiss all other standard +personnel. Meede carried the disruptor and gave it back to O'Malley +as she stood in front of her ship, on the ramp which led in. + + "I'm glad you finally decided to trust us" she said to Meede +as she took the weapon. + + "I didn't have much choice." + Something which must have been a smile for Meede crossed his face. + + "I half wish I was going with you, that was a fine crew." + + "Thank you," she said. + "Coming from you, that is quite a compliment." + + Assali spoke, and she turned to face him. He offered her his hand. + + "Give my regards to everyone, I wish you the best of luck." + + As she shook his hand she said,"Thank you, sir, we'll need it." + + Malory smiled and offered his hand as well. + + "I thought I had said all of my good-byes already... +Just make sure you bring them back, is that clear." + + "Yes Sir." + + Surprisingly, she embraced all three before she finally departed. +Meede had a somewhat surprised look on his face ... for an instant. + + Assali, Malory and Meede moved to the shuttle bay controls and +watched as the Faraday and Ensign O'Malley departed the ship. Gracefully, +the transport eased out of the DELPHI, on its way to the asteroid belt, +and the VIGILANTE. + + Malory looked at each of his two officers. He grinned slightly. + + "Guys, its good to have you back... + Mr Meede, you are more than welcome to resume your position as +Chief of Security.." + + "Thank you sir." + + "And Mr Assali, no one claimed your job while you where away.. So +it's still yours." + + "And a thankless one at that." Assali grinned while Malory shook +his head and chuckled. + + "Let's meet in my quarters at 0700, we'll have some dinner and +talk... I have an 0800 meeting in the morning with the Admiral and we +all need to get back up to speed." + + "Yes sir" Meede said first. "That will give me time to go and +see what has happened in security during my absence." + + Malory shook his head. + "Dismissed Lt." + + "That will be fine sir" Assali said as both he and Malory +walked to the turbo-lift. He noted that Malory was walking +stiffly. + + "Is your back still bothering you? Cmmdr Tarva told me about +your injuries while I was aboard the VIGILANTE." + + "Yes, some, but at least it's not a pain in the neck ...." +both Malory and Assali laughed as the entered the turbo-lift. + "It's good to have you back Mr Assali..." + + *VHOOSH* + +....... +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!bogus.sura.net!darwin.sura.net!cs.utk.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 9 "StormFront" +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1993 15:20:29 GMT +Lines: 1040 + + + + + Howdy Everyone! + + Here is DELPHI : Chapter 9 "StormFront". + + Sorry for the delays in getting this out, the next chapter is +already fully written and is simply being edited right now (as if +that is simple :). + + Anyway, Enjoy! And as always, let me know what you think. + +Sujay S. +sks1@ra.msstate.edu + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 9 + + "Stormfront" + + + + + Percival Malory lay stretched out on his Captain's suite +couch. His back was finally beginning to loosen some as his bones +were finishing mending. He had changed from his red duty-dress tunic and +black issue pants, to a long, loose, baggy white shirt and appropriately +white, baggy pants. + + *BLEAOP* + + "Come in." + + He rose slowly as the door opened. Lt Cmmdr Akimbe Assali and +Security chief Garin Meede awaited. Assali was dressed in a style similar +to Malory's yet his outfit had soft earth tones and yellows in it, rather +than the straight white. Meede was dressed in a tight shirt and form- +fitting pants. His shirt was sleeveless and his arm muscles twitched +with every movement. + + "Welcome gentlemen... Have a seat.. I propose we talk and eat +at the same time." + + Assali and Meede nodded and Malory proceeded to replicate the +'orders'. + + Soon a steaming bowl of thick soup rested before Assali, +a large piece of replicated meat and vegetables rested before Meede, while +a bowl of stew completed Malory's 'order'. Malory drank a dark beer, +Assali drank a fruit juice, and Meede drank water. + + "Alright men, what can you tell me about your recent experience? +I already know the general events, I want observations, speculations, +and conclusions.." + + Meede defferred to Assali's rank, allowing Assali to speak first. + "Well sir, the crew aboard the VIGILANTE was definitely preparing +for something. It seemed as if most of the crewmembers had only just recently +started working with those systems. Nevertheless, they were all very +confident. I believe they use some new form of transporter as well as +communications devices. We weren't allowed to get a thorough look of the +ship though.... + The thing that really stood out to me, was the diversity and +intensity of the crew. There were Klingons and Kalonians working +together, as well as a Vulcan security chief. Couple this with the fact +that the VIGILANTE can cloak and I would think that they must be preparing +for an excursion into Romulan space.." + + Malory frowned as he nibbled at his stew, thoughtfully stirring +it in the process. + + "That sounds reasonable, however, Admiral Hrgon is out in the cold +on this project. I would think that if such an excursion were going to take +place that he would be the one involved, regardless of his own personal +agenda." + Meede spoke up. + "Sir, that crew was preparing for battle. You could feel it in +the way that they worked. Most crewmembers had the telltale look of that +they are going on a mission that they never expect to come back from .. +and yet they continue anyway. I may not know what their mission is, but I +can tell you that they mean to make an accounting of themselves if they don't +come back." + + Malory nodded as he sipped his beer. + "Right. + What are your thoughts about their communications and transporter +systems. I know that at least one time, they were able to send a message +through an alpha-security protocol without the message being detected. +As well, I don't like the idea of other people being able to beam aboard +my ship at their leisure...." + + "I have no idea sir. We saw the end product in use, rather than +the inner workings of it. I don't think that they are completely comfortable +with their systems but they do have a large capacity transporter room in +addition to their other ones. As far as their capabilities go .. I +don't know..." Assali answered. + + Malory looked at Meede, whose face was in a fierce frown. + + "I have a couple of ideas sir, but I will have to look at all of the +readings that we have as well as know what security level we were at when +this occurred. ORACLE should have detected something though. I think standard +ships' sensors may have even been able to detect something.." + + "Well Chief, ORACLE has been in diagnostic mode for most of our stay +so far. Consequently, we have obtained only limited data from ORACLE.." + + Meede and Assali finished their meals. While Malory took another +sip, he eyed his First officer and his Security Chief. Assali yawned. + "Well gentlemen, that will be enough for tonight. I'm sure that we +all need our sleep for tomorrow." + + Malory escorted Assali and Meede out. As they left, he himself +yawned. + "Computer, dim lights.. sleeping levels." + The lights in his cabin dimmed accordingly. Malory went and +collapsed on his bed. He lapsed into sleep. + + +...... + + "Sir, ORACLE is tracking another ship coming in. It's current +speed is Warp 7" Ensign Naine Findel reported from her position at ORACLE 1. +Now that ORACLE was no longer in a diagnostic mode, it aided the +DELPHI's other sensors tremendously. + + "Identification.." Lt Qhasmon spoke quietly. + + "Transponder identification positive.. It is the U.S.S. Palomine." + + Anticipating Qhasmon's next question she added, + "Its ETA is still over 15 minutes from now... Sir" + + "Good. Monitor its transmissions with StarBase 89 and confirm +that it is cleared for docking." + Qhasmon sat at attention in the Captain's chair. The Orazzin-class +Targon had already arrived. Now only the Estel remained scheduled for +arrival. Malory had told Qhasmon to verify the incoming ships. Qhasmon +had remained at station for the entire "nightwatch" since Malory +was still too sore to "discipline" Qhasmon in the security-hall +training-center and thus, Qhasmon did not feel the need for rest this +day. + + "Sir-all-communications-are-normal. All-transmissions are within- +typical-tolerances sir." + + Qhasmon looked at the diminuative Saurian who sat at the +Communications console. + "Resume your duties then.." Qhasmon ordered as he gazed at the +sea of stars which filled the viewscreen.. + + He waited. + + +...... + + *VHOOSH* + + Captain Malory stepped onto the bridge. As daywatch had yet +to begin, he found himself addressing Ensign K'S'A, the Secondary +Communications officer. Lt Qhasmon was also present, but Malory +decided to try the Ensign." + + "Ensign K'S'A, what is our current status and did anything +major happen while I was asleep?" + + Malory listed to the almost musical voice of the ensign. + "We-are-about-to-begin daywatch sir. All-ship's-functions-are- +well within standard operating-parameters sir. During-the-night-several +other starships arrived at the StarBase and are all-in-parking-orbits." + + Malory smiled at the quick speech of the ensign. He knew that it +was sometimes difficult for Saurians to slow their speech patterns down. +He looked at the large yellow eyes of Ensign K'S'A. The eyes provided an +interesting contrast to the ruddy, maroonish-brown skin of the Saurian. + + "Which ships arrived?" + + "In-order-sir, the Targon, Palomine, and Estel. The Saracen-has-also +arrived, coming-into-orbit-17-minutes ago." + + "Thank you Ensign. Inform Transporter room 2 that I am on my way. +When Commander Assali comes on the bridge, inform him that I have left +for the StarBase. As always, you have the bridge until then Mr. Qhasmon.." + + "Yes-sir" the quick voice of the Saurian and the slow voice +of the Andorian answered simultaneously. + Malory chuckled and left for the transporter room, he thought +while he made his way there. + 'TARGON... NEVER HEARD OF IT. + ESTEL... WAS THAT AN EXCELSIOR CLASS? STILL, THERE WAS SOMETHING +ABOUT THAT SHIP'S COMMANDING OFFICER, WHAT DID I HEAR ABOUT THAT? + SARACEN, WITH CAPTAIN ORGL COMMANDING... + AND THEN ANOTHER NEBULAE, THE PALOMINE... I WONDER WHO +CAPTAIN'S THAT ONE... + + HRGON MUST HAVE EVEN MORE CLOUT THAN I THOUGHT IF HE HAS GOTTEN +THOSE SHIPS ASSIGNED HERE...' + + Malory looked at transporter operator. With a nod of his head, he +spoke. + + "Energize." + +...... + + + *VHOOSH* + + Akimbe Assali stepped onto the bridge of the DELPHI, rather +surprisingly, he felt out of place. He glanced around. As he had +entered, Lt Qhasmon had relinquished the Captain's chair, for his +own chair as DELPHI helmsman. The large hulking figure of Olgin +Penthrach sat at communications, and Will O'bourne was at ORACLE 2. + He looked to the ORACLE 1 position. + + "Lt T'irna.. it's good to see that you are doing better than +you were when last we met." He said with a smile. + + "Yes, Commander. Although I have no memories of the time of which +you speak. I am more than capable of fulfilling my shipboard duties." + + "Very good then Lt. + Mr Qhasmon, did anything eventful happen during the night?" + + "No sir. The other StarFleet ships arrived according to schedule, +although the Saracen only came into port less than 30 minutes ago. The +commanding officer from each vessel has already beamed over to the StarBase." + + "Good. Then everything is in full-working order. Everyone +begin checking the backup systems for any possible errors. Other than +that, maintain familiarity with your console." + + Assali walked down the ramp and sat in the Captain's chair. +He himself began looking over most of the DELPHI schematics and specs. +He was glad to observe that everyone else had begun as well. Moreover, +He was that he was beginning to feel "at home" again. + + +...... + + Percival Malory looked around as he strode into briefing room 1 +on StarBase 89. + 'EFFICIENT' he thought as he glanced around while walking into +the room. The room was spartan and rather elliptical in shape. Following the +curvature of the room was a curved table, with 5 places configured for +briefing. Facing the table was a smaller table with 2 places set. +This table faced the other so that all seated at the larger table would +have their attention focused on the people at the first table. + The tables were of a slate grey material with inset holo-projectors +so that various displays could be personally observed. These displays +were controlled by the 'master-display' which was set at the smaller table. + + Malory walked away from the door and towards one of the end seats +at the curved table as he surveyed the people who were already here. + Commander Elayne Hause occupied one of the seats at the small +table. Also, at the other end of the larger table, a large hulking figure +sat. + 'A KZINTI...' + While Malory appraised the Kzinti in StarFleet uniform, he felt a +clap on the shoulder. Involuntarily, he winced. + + "Well if 'tisn't Percival Malory... and wearing Captain's +pips now as well! How have you been keeping yourself lad?" + + Malory turned and faced one of his former Captains, Captain Hampton. +The perennial smile on Hampton's face overshadowed his other distinctive +features. + "Captain Hampton... What a pleasant surprise... No offense sir, but +I thought that you had retired.." Malory looked at the piercingly clear +blue eyes of Hampton. + + "Hah! Not yet lad. These blasted bones still have a few more +light-years left in them." + Hampton flashed a quick smile, dropping fifty years off of his age. + + + "ATTENTION!!" + + Malory and Hampton came to attention as they turned and faced the +door that they had been walking away from. Malory caught a final glimpse +of the Kzinti rising and standing ramrod straight. + 'HE MUST BE OVER 7 FEET TALL..' + He also saw that Captain Orgl had entered as well as a Vulcan +Captain. The reason for the current protocol however, was walking through +pounding against the floor. + + Hrgon paced the front of the room, eyeing the collection of +StarFleet Captains and Commanders. His dark eyes rested on each person +gathered for a moment and then moved on to the next person. + + "Company.. At Ease. + Take your positions for we have a full agenda before us. + + Our first order of business is introductions. Each of you is here +because *I* want you here. Our purpose here is to protect the Federation. +Research and exploration are secondary to that cause, regardless of what +regulations currently state." + + Hrgon grunted, and Malory watched the Admiral's dark eyes survey +his audience yet again. No one had moved when Hrgon had spoken about +his rearrangment of StarFleet priorities. + + "We are a clan. We are each other's responsibility as well as our +own. *I* coordinate this clan and *MY* instructions are of +paramount importance. Is that clear?" + + Hrgon's glare dared anyone to say otherwise. + + "As I introduce you in order of seniority, stand so that the +others may know who they are protecting, as well as who is protecting them... + + "Captain Orgl, U.S.S. Saracen, Nebulae class." + Malory looked on as the wiry woman with short dark hair and +slanted black eyes rose, acknowledged the others with a curt nod and then +sat down again. + + "Captain Hampton, U.S.S. Palomine, Nebulae class." + As his former Captain rose beside him, Malory saw that Hampton's +face wore a slight frown. His features seemed to have been suddenly aged +as his face grew dark and grim. He sat back down. + + "Captain Malory, U.S.S. DELPHI, DELPHI class." + As Malory stood and looked around, he saw the frowning faces of +Captains Orgl and Hampton. The Vulcan and the Kzinti were unreadable. +Malory regained his seat. + + "Commander Sardoc, U.S.S. Targon, Orazzin class." + The Vulcan rose crisply casting his eyes on all the others present +and then sat back down. + + "And Commander Grtag, U.S.S. Estel, Excelsior class." + The Kzinti was a ripple of fur and muscle as he rose to a height +of well over 7 feet. + + "You may acquaint yourselves better *AFTER* this meeting is +concluded.. + + Now, for our primary purpose in gathering today... + + Tactics. + + Tactics is what keeps a larger force at bay with a smaller one. +In our case, we are deterring the might of the Romulan empire with 6 ships. +The form-u-lation of tactics is thus of paramount importance to us. Good +tactics increase the likelihood of success, while poor ones cause failure. + Our Tactics today revolve around the information some of my +sources recently brought me. It details a possible Romulan invasion. +As well as this information, the U.S.S. Gallant has not reported on its +whereabouts for the last 2 days now. The Gallant was in an area +particularly close to the Neutral zone. My information states that +the Romulans are planning a raid of some sort in this sector very soon. + + Malory stared on as Hrgon gave a dramatic pause. Then, with a +gesture of his hand, a large star chart appeared in midair, with ship +assignments color-coded as well being represented by ship-holos. + + "Here are your initial duty assignments. + + The Palomine and the DELPHI will proceed immediately to the +last known location of the Gallant. From there, gather information +to provide speculation. + The Estel shall proceed on to the AR-27 star system. This area +had originally been planned for the DELPHI, however, circumstances +now dictate a different deployment. The Saracen will investigate the +Antillian asteroid belt once again, on her way to support the Estel. + Commander Sardoc. Your first item of business is to +take Commander Shelby back to Earth. After you have concluded that and +returned here, you will perform high speed passes along the border. + + Each of you will begin to have full battle-drills daily. I want +each ship to be at optimum efficiency. While a state-of-war does not +technically exist between the Federation and the Romulans, if a Romulan +ship decloaks across the Neutral Zone *THAT* does constitute an act of +war as stipulated by treaty. Moreover, any Romulan ship detected in the +Neutral Zone may be contacted and ordered to leave the zone. The zone, +after all, should work both ways. Neither party should be allowed access. + I leave the final decisions to you. All of you are more than +competent, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten you here. Do not feel that +your course of action should be dictated to you by outdated StarFleet +rules and regulations when you have my authority on the matter... + + Now, for tactics ..... + + + +..... + + "THEY DID WHAT!!" Lt Meede stormed. + + "Sir, Ensign Hamden, Ensign Greely and Guard Klepling conspired +against one of the people who were beamed up from the planet in the AR-24 +star system. Their pretense was that they wanted justice upon the persons +responsible for your death... Sir!" + + "You are telling me that they tried to ambush this person, +Smith, in the main security hall after they had been ordered otherwise +and moreover, that they were incapacitated by her." + + "Yes sir!" + + Meede glared at Zalvosta. + 'THAT MUST HAVE BEEN WHITECLOUD.. TARVA TOLD ME ABOUT HER. +STILL, ZALVOSTA SEEMS TO BE COMING ALONG NICELY.' + + "What disciplinary action did you take against them Lt." +Meede's voice had now quieted down to a dull roar. + + "I placed a mark on each one's record, cancelled their +shoreleave for the next 6 months, and have them working double shifts. +I informed them of their punishment in front of the rest of Security, +sir!" + + "Well done Lt. Overall, you handled the situation well." + + Zalvosta wanted to smile at the high praise of Meede. + + "There are only a few things I would have done differently. +First of all, cancelling the shoreleave is not that effective. Why? +because all living things have a natural limit of time for which they +can apply themselves without relaxation. Restricting shoreleave so broadly +only means that they will be at lesser effectiveness than otherwise. + In place of that, I would have them doing extra P.T. work. +Exercise is a key to discipline. As well, it will ensure that if there +should be a next time, they at least will make a reckoning of themselves.. + Also you should have exiled Hamden and Greely from their more +specialized security training. I won't adjust your punishment however, as +that would not help matters in this case. Security can not be fickle +in its application of discipline." + + "Yes sir." + + "On to other concerns... Effective tomorrow, there will be a +meeting of security personnel to begin hand training. All who are able +should be in attendance. A security officer can never become complacent, +for a complacent security officer is a dead one." + + "Very good sir. I will post the information." + + "Good. That is all. Dismissed Lt." + + Meede walked around his office. + 'IT IS UNFORTUNATE THAT I WAS AWAY FOR SO LONG... WE HAVE A LOT +OF CATCHING UP TO DO NOW...' + +...... + + Above a pale orange planet which orbited a small blue star, +the space shimmered. Waving into existence, two Romulan scout vessels +faced each other. + Aboard the Romulan Scout Gathis, Sub-Commander Vsylan looked +at the image of Commander Quarne, commanding officer of the Vorthai. + "Sub-Commander Vsylan, this will be our final contact for +an extended period of time. I have been informed that StarFleet is +about to deploy their ships along the border.... You know what our +mission here is in that regard. + Are your extra crewmembers ready?" + + Vsylan spoke, though he wondered at how Quarne could have received +a transmission that he himself did not detect. + "Yes Commander. The additional crewmembers are briefed and await +their duty." + + "Good. + Now we will go to silent running." + + Vsylan watched as the viewscreen faded from the image of Quarne +to the empty space where the Vorthai had been. + + "Cloak and move to silent running. Our position will be at forward +station keeping relative to the Vorthai's last position." + + "Yes Commander", the pilot answered. + + Slowly, the Gathis banked and shimmered back into non-existence. + + +...... + + *VHOOSH* + + From his position of standing in the center of the bridge +Cmmdr Assali turned and watched as Captain Malory strode onto the bridge. +His stride and posture conveyed a sense of urgency more that his voice +as he spoke. + + "Commander. Have all senior staff meet in the forward conference +room in 5 minutes." + + "Yes sir." Assali spoke as Malory entered his ready-room. Oblivious +to Assali's response. + + Assali gave a quick glance around the bridge, and then turned +and faced Communications officer Penthrach. + "Lt, inform Dr Mayak, Lt Meede and Lt Korn that we have a senior +staff meeting in the forward conference room in 5 minutes. As well, +get the secondary bridge crew back up here." + + "Yes sir." + + + Percival Malory ran a hand through his hair. Less than ten +minutes had elapsed since he had set foot back on the DELPHI. Now, +he stared down the table. + To his right sat Lt Qhasmon, Lt Meede, Lt Korn, and Dr Mayak. +On his left, Cmmdr Assali, Lt T'irna, Lt Penthrach and Lt O'Bourne sat. +Malory ran a hand through his hair again and rubbed the back of his neck. + + "Good afternoon" he said with a wan smile. + "We are about to depart to search for the U.S.S. Gallant. Its +last known position was near the Neutral Zone and it is suspected that +it has been destroyed or severely damaged by a Romulan attack. At the +very least, it has a faulty drive system and communications problems since +it has not reported yet. + We will serve as a better set of Eyes and Ears for the Palomine, +under command of Captain Hampton. As some of you may know, he was my +commanding officer while I served aboard the Achilles. He is an excellent +Captain, and is in command over our sortie. + + Due to our proximity to The Zone, and the nature of the incident, +we will be going to yellow alert. As well, we will need to start conducting +Battle Drills so that we will be prepared should anything ... unexpected +happen. Lt Meede, it's your job to get us ready." + + Meede nodded. + + "Mr Korn, what is our engine status?" + + "Well sir, the engines are running well so far. I would like to +get a few more light years on them before making a full evaluation though." + + "What is our maximum warp speed?" + + "Well sir, I would recommend Warp 7." + + "Earlier you said that you may be able to achieve Warp 8, did you +not?" + + "Err, Yes sir, but I would not recommend it, at least not until +we have used the engines some more and gotten a better feel for their +typical operating parameters." + + "Can we achieve and maintain Warp 8?" + + "Err.... I would have to.." + + Malory glared. + + Korn sighed. + "Yes sir. We can achieve and maintain Warp 8... For a short +period of time at any rate..." + + + Malory relaxed his gaze. + "Good, we will be leading the Palomine, and will be setting speed +to Warp 8 then. Mr Korn, make sure we don't blow ourselves up along the +way.." Malory grinned tiredly. + + Malory faced T'irna and O'Bourne. + "What is the current operating status of ORACLE?" + + "ORACLE is functioning within expected parameters at present sir." +T'irna responded coolly. + + Malory nodded and looked at O'Bourne. + + "Sir! ORACLE is up and ready to go.. Cloaked ships beware .. We can.." + + "That's enough Lt, thank you for your enthusiasm.." Malory shook +his head. + + "I want ORACLE to begin making continuous maximum sensor sweeps +starting now. Also, do NOT take ORACLE off-line to perform diagnostics +unless you have approval from either me or Cmmdr Assali... + + Dr Mayak, have your medical crew prepare themselves and sickbay, +should we go into battle, we will take damage... Moreover, if the Gallant +is still out there, there may be injured still alive. + + Lt Qhasmon, I want you to go over the Andorian Circle and +Triangle flanking maneuvers with Cmmdr Assali. Work together to determine +optimum firing sequences and spatial orientations.." + + "Yes sir." Qhasmon hissed, with antennae twittering and a slow cold +smile on his face. + + "Mr Assali. Let's make sure we have working phasers and +work with Lt Qhasmon. We need to be ready and coordinated.... With +the Palomine and Captain Hampton, we have ample firepower for +almost any situation." + + "Yes sir." + + "Good, are there any questions?" + + Malory looked around the table. It seemed as if everyone was +a little more grim all of the sudden. + + "Meeting dismissed then.." + + + + +...... + + "Hhhellm, set courrse fohrr the Ahhyyee-Rrhhr twhenty SSssehvein +stahr sysstehm. WaahRrrp SSssehvein. Mhoove tooo Yellow AlehrRrt. + + C'mahhndrrr HalexnddRrrhe in my Rrheeaddy rhoom." + + Julien Alexandre followed the hulking form of his Captain +into his ready room. He felt the deck plates vibrate as the ship moved +to warp speed however. + + *VHOOSH* + The door closed behind him. Alexandre looked up at his Captain, who +stood before him, with whiskers twitching slightly. + + "C'mahhndrrr. AccoRrding too the DELPHI's Lohgs .. they encouhntered +a Rrhomulan Wahrrbirrd neear the Ahhyyee-Rrhhr twhenty fhor stahr sysstehm. +Thiisss Wahrrbirrd choulldd Stihl bee ihn that Ayerea.. Whhatt do yoou +maake of ouHrr Chances aghainsst a Wahrrbirrd.." + + "Well sir. The Warbird is a larger, faster, and more powerfully +armed ship than we are. We would have no choice but to attempt disengagement +or surrender.." + + Alexandre watched as Grtag straightened and flexed his muscles. +Grtag was over a foot taller than Alexandre at this point. + + "C'mahhndrrr, yoou dissappointt Mhee... + Ifff wee batttled a Wahrrbirrd, itt whoould Suhrrely attempt too +cahpturre ouHrr shipp. + Whhile wee are Enn Rhoute, I whant yoou too Woohrkk ohn thhe shipp's +trahnsportters. Hhave a phrograhm sett whiichh Whill Trahnnsspoorrt any +lifefoohrrms whiichh ahree nott idhentifiedd as shipp's crhrew. +The trahnsporrtattion prhrocess whill schreen ouht any ihteem whihch has +a powheer source equivalhent to OhRRrr ghreeater thhahn a hanhnd PHhhaasseer. + Thiisss prohrogramm will havehve the bhriddge, bhattle bhriddge +ahhnd maihn enginneerRhing ass it's defaaulht lochactions. Bee abhle +too AccCess thihs phroogram fhroom Anhee cohnsole... + + Infhorrm meee, wheehn it is kohmplete... + + Dihsmmissed C'mahhndrrr." + + Alexandre acknowledged Grtag and quickly left the Captain's +ready room. + 'YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT JULE.. YOU'RE A FRENCHMAN AFTER +ALL... WE NEVER SHIRK FROM A CONFRONTATION...' +Alexandre continued his musings as he made his way towards the main +transporter room of the Estel. + +....... + + From his viewport, Admiral Hrgon looked out onto his small +armada of ships. Each ship was moving slowly and then it started. +First, the Estel accelerated and was gone. Next, the Saracen. +The Targon accelerated gradually at impulse speeds and then warped +away. + Hrgon looked at the last two ships, his own excluded. +Abruptly, the DELPHI surged forward under full impulse power. +As it moved forward, the Palomine banked in behind it, although +the Palomine was lower and well to the rear of the DELPHI. Almost +as one, the ships accelerated and left. + + Hrgon swirled the reddish ale in his cup as he turned and +faced his large tactical map. + 'INVINCIBILITY LIES IN THE DEFENSE.. THE POSSIBILITY OF VICTORY +IN THE ATTACK.. WE SHALL HAVE TO DO BOTH...' + + Hrgon turned again and stared out into the inky blackness of +space. The myriad of stars offering no consolation to his thoughts. + + +...... + + "Hortho!" Malory spoke. + + "Hortho!" Qhasmon hissed. + + Malory eyed Qhasmon. Qhasmon had a long curved blade in each +hand. Malory, a 1 meter staff which was tipped on either end with a +meter length of rope with a light weight on each end. He held the staff +near the middle, twirling it slowly with both hands. + + Qhasmon lunged. + + Malory deflected easily. As he caught one of the blades with the +rope/weight "shield". + + 'HE'S TESTING ME OUT....' + + Malory looked over Qhasmon. + 'REMEMBER, AMBIDEXTERITY AND A CHEST CARAPACE...' + + Qhasmon advanced behind a quick flurry of blows. Malory managed +to block them, but was forced to back-up several paces in the process. +Slowly, they circled. + + 'MY TURN...' + Malory feinted with the left hand side of his staff as he moved +the right hand side. Qhasmon deflected the blow easily and brought in +one of his swords inside of Malory's guard. Malory only barely managed +to avoid the blade. + 'WELL TRAINED... AND EXPERIENCED AS WELL...' Malory thought. +Still, they circled. + With another flurry of blows, Qhasmon attacked again. This time, +however, Malory was ready and was able to stand his ground. +Malory feinted again, drawing Qhasmon a little closer in the process. + 'NOW'. + Malory dropped as he blocked two overhead shots by Qhasmon. As he +rolled, he legswept Qhasmon. Unfortunately, Qhasmon was able to recover +from this much quicker than Malory had anticipated. + + The 'excercise' ended as Qhasmon's blades touched Malory, +Of course, while he was on the floor, Malory managed to get an upward +lunge to touch Qhasmon's abdominal area with one of the weights at the +end of the rope on the staff. + 'IF THIS HAD BEEN LIVE, I'D BE DEAD... C'MON PERC.. REMEMBER +THAT ANDORIANS HAVE THE CHEST CARAPACE AS AN EXOSKELETON...' + + "Good job Mr Qhasmon." Malory spoke as he lifted himself +up. His back was slightly sore, but the excercise had seemed to help +work his muscles some. + + "You as well sir. Very few are able to use your weapon of +choice. On Andoria, to use it is a sign of either great ability, or +great foolishness... + You do not dishonor the weapon." + + "Thank you. It was with great reluctance that one of your +SOGRNI taught me the proper use of the weapon." + + Malory and Qhasmon stepped out into the corridor, making their way +towards their quarters after leaving the training hall. + + "A SOGRNI taught you?" Qhasmon marveled. + "I have never heard of a human being taught by a SOGRNI... +How interesting..." + + "I was fortunate... He had much to teach... His death was +unheralded several months ago..." + + Qhasmon frowned slightly and nodded slowly. + + In somber silence, the two walked towards their rooms. + +....... + + "Things have definitely changed around here ... you can feel +it in the reactions of the crew .." Assali said as he and Meede +took their daily jog in the excercise hall aboard the DELPHI. +They were completing their fifteenth lap. + + "That is good. I think that with this 10:00 battle-drill today +that security finally knows what they are doing.." + + "Still, we have yet to pick up anything on long range sensors... +I would have thought that if the Gallant was still operational that +we would have had something by now.." Assali huffed a slight bit as +he spoke. + + "Then it's a good thing that we are working on battle drills... +with the lack of armament that this ship has, as well as the small crew, +we are prime candidates for capture." + + "From what Malory has said about Captain Hampton I don't think +that that will happen.." + + Still matching Assali, 3 strides for 2, Meede huffed slightly +as he ran. Going without his special suit on while aboard the VIGILANTE +had decreased his stamina some.. + + "We'll give anyone a fight though.. This is a good assignment.." + + Assali grinned as sweat ran of his forehead. + "It certainly is full of excitement... + I think it's time we got back on duty though.." + + "Agreed." + + As they came to a mark on the track, both broke into a full +sprint. With his long legs and high kick, Assali easily reached the +next mark before Meede, although Meede was still close, even with +his extra-pressure suit on. + + "Good run" he said as they began their warm-down excercises. + + Assali grinned. + "You too." + + Assali almost thought that he saw Meede begin to smile.. + + +........ + + + "Captain's log Supplemental : We have been in the Antillian +Asteroid belt for over a day now, and have just received word that the +Estel is approaching the AR-27 star system. + As of yet we have found nothing of note, but our search +has not been progressing very quickly.." + + "Captain Orgl, I think we have something." + + Tziyn Orgl faced her science officer. + "We have just picked up a transmission. It was brief, but I have +the general coordinates.. Best approximation indicates that the +transmission would be towards Romulan Space.." + + "Take us there helm. + Monitor EVERYTHING no matter how insignificant it may appear. +There's got to be something out here..." + + Orgl frowned. + 'WHAT WERE THOSE FERENGI DOING HERE EARLIER ANYWAY....' + +........... + + + "Captain, we are now entering the AR-27 star system." + + "Ghoode. MaihntaInn Yhellow AlehrRrt. MohnitohR ALL Senshorsss." + + The helm officer for the Estel responded. + "Sensors are clear.." + He looked out over the system. The star was an interesting shade +of blue, and it's light shone down on a pale orange planet.. + + "Sir! Romulan vessels decloaking... Scout class.. both on the +rear quarter, disruptors are armed .. Battle Pass #1" Cmmdr Alexandre +reported as his tactical display lit up. + + "Ahrm Photons, PHhhaasseers!! Fhirre aht best tharget.." + + Klaxons sounded aboard the Estel. The vessel shook as +the Romulan disruptors pounded on the rear shields.. + + "Rear shields down to 35%" Cmmdr Alexandre reported. + "Vessels recloaking." + + "Bhegin transmission to U.S.S. Saracen, Rrheeaddy weahpons." + + Romulan decloaking forward.. Jamming transmissions. + + "LHokck and Fhirre photons and PHhhaasseers." + + The side mounted photon torpedoes of the Estel roared as they +sent 4 torpedoes towards the Romulan scout. The Estel caught the +smaller vessel as it had been turning around in front of the Estel. +Hitting with 2 torpedoes and several phasers. + + "Romulans shields are down.. Damage to warp engines and hull." + + The Estel rocked again as the other Scout ship pounded again at +the rear shields. + + "Rear shields are down!" + + "Hhhard abhoutt! Rrheeaddy Tohrps!" + + "Vessel cloaking again." Alexandre pounded the display.. + "Wait.. reading multiple transporter signatures ...." + + "Nhoow C'mahhndrrr!!" Grtag roared. + + Ten shapes began materializing on the bridge of the Estel. + + Lt Cmmdr Julien Alexandre entered a code. + + The ten Romulans materialized.. disruptors drawn and ready. +The one behind tactical, and Cmmdr Alexandre spoke. + "We are claiming this vessel and this space for the Imperial +Romulan Empire. Surrender now." + + Grtag roared as he leapt. + Two Romulans stood in front of the Helm and Navigation positions. +They fired their disruptors as Grtag vaulted from his Captain's chair. +They had never seen a Kzin before and were quite surprised by his +actions. They were more surprised however, when their disruptors failed +to fire. + The two Romulans passed into death as a large furry +arm raked each one across the neck, snapping them easily. + + Alexandre turned drawing his phaser and firing. He took two +more Romulans down before he was pummeled by a third. He hit the deck... +hard. + + *vhoosh* + + The turbo-lift doors opened and 5 security guards in security +gear clambered into the brawl. + + + + + Aboard the Romulan Scout VORTHAI, Commander Quarne waited. + + "Commander.. There has been no noticeable change in power readings +aboard the Federation ship... 2.5 minutes have elapsed..." + + "Inform the Gathis that they are to open fire... something +is wrong. + Decloak and fire as well." + + + + "Sir, the damaged Romulan vessel is firing... Romulan Decloaking +rear!!" + + Grtag wheeled around, still holding a Romulan 2 feet above the +ground with his arm. + + "Fhirre Wheen Rrheeaddy.. Bhest Targhet then Mhoove tooo attack Dthee +Othher." + + Cmmdr Alexendre still shook his head as he leaned over the +tactical display... The Estel rocked, more than before. + + "Moderate damage to the other Romulan sir. He is recloaking.." + + *KABOOM* + + The lights aboard the Estel flickered.... + + "Losing warp drive... She's going to blow..." + + "Sheeparate to Sauccer.... NOW! + FHIRRRE REHMAAINING PHhhaasseers!" + + + + Commander Quarne looked on as the Estel's left warp nacelle +exploded. + "Get us away Pilot.." + + "Yes Commander ... we are only barely able to maintain cloak and +move however... we have been considerably..." + + Quarne fired his disruptor .. killing his pilot as he took +the position. + "I expect my orders executed promptly... I will tolerate no excuses.." + + A bright flash illuminated the screen. As it dimmed another +flash occurred. Both flashes shook the Vorthai considerably. + + Quarne looked at his sensors.... + + 'THE FEDERATION SHIP HAS SEPARATED.. BUT HAS MINIMAL POWER AND +LIFE-FORM READINGS... THE EXPLOSION OF THE GATHIS AFTER THE +EXPLOSION OF THE WARP DRIVE OF THE FEDERATION SHIP HAS DONE MORE THAN +ENOUGH DAMAGE... + OUR WEAPONS OUR OFF-LINE AS WELL....' + + "Our job is done..." + + Quarne moved from the Pilot's position and looked at the +nearest Centurion. + "Have a new pilot brought here and have him set course for +the following coordinates... Be sure that he is up to the duty of being +pilot however.... I will brook no further incompetence or excuse from +that position...." + + Quarne sat back in his command chair. The attack had not +been as succesfull as he had anticipated.... + +......... + + + Percival Malory looked over the scene.. His fists were clenched +tightly on his armrests... + 'RELAX PERC...' + He released his grip as he looked over the flotsam that composed +the remains of the Federation Starship U.S.S. Gallant. + + "Sir.. This was the Gallant." Lt T'irna reported. + "It was evidently destroyed in pieces by some powerful form +of energy... + Checking known Databases .... + + Sir.. This is very similar to the type of radiation signature that +was found by the U.S.S. Enterprise under command of Captain James T. Kirk, +near the remains of monitoring stations near the Romulan border. + It is from a form of Romulan Plasma weapon.." T'irna twitched +involuntarily. + + "This signature suggests a more focused form..." + + "Thank you Lt. + Mr. Penthrach relay that to Captain Hampton code sequence alpha.. + + Lt T'irna are there any other traces of a Romulan vessel being in +this vicinity now?" + + "There are some minor eddy currents sir.. but that is all." + + 'DAMM'. + + "Sir, communications from the Palomine." Penthrach reported. + + "On screen..." + + Malory faced Captain Hampton. Hampton's face was red with fury. + + "Perc... have we got anything else? We can't let those Rommies +get away with this By Trafalgar!" + + "No sir.. just a few eddy currents.. but those are unreliable at +best... you know that sir.." + + "Still. It's damm well all we've got. + Let the hunt begin!" + + "Aye sir." Malory shrugged. + + As Hampton's face left the screen to be replaced by the mottled +debris, Malory spoke. + "Lt T'irna, send an overlay of the currents to the helm.. Lt Qhasmon, +let's begin tracking.. + Maintain full sensor sweeps and hold us at yellow alert. + + Engage when ready." + + Malory looked as Qhasmon's figures darted over his console. +The DELPHI surged forward... straddling the fine line that was between +Federation space and the Neutral Zone... Finally, Qhasmon reported. + + "Sir.. We are now entering the Romulan Neutral Zone." + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!malgudi.oar.net!news.cs.uah.edu!willis1.cis.uab.edu!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 9 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 20:00:16 GMT +Lines: 1022 + + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 9 + + "Stormfront" + + + Percival Malory lay stretched out on his Captain's suite +couch. His back was finally beginning to loosen some as his bones +were finishing mending. He had changed from his red duty-dress tunic and +black issue pants, to a long, loose, baggy white shirt and appropriately +white, baggy pants. + + *BLEAOP* + + "Come in." + + He rose slowly as the door opened. Lt Cmmdr Akimbe Assali and +Security chief Garin Meede awaited. Assali was dressed in a style similar +to Malory's yet his outfit had soft earth tones and yellows in it, rather +than the straight white. Meede was dressed in a tight shirt and form- +fitting pants. His shirt was sleeveless and his arm muscles twitched +with every movement. + + "Welcome gentlemen... Have a seat.. I propose we talk and eat +at the same time." + + Assali and Meede nodded and Malory proceeded to replicate the +'orders'. + + Soon a steaming bowl of thick soup rested before Assali, +a large piece of replicated meat and vegetables rested before Meede, while +a bowl of stew completed Malory's 'order'. Malory drank a dark beer, +Assali drank a fruit juice, and Meede drank water. + + "Alright men, what can you tell me about your recent experience? +I already know the general events, I want observations, speculations, +and conclusions.." + + Meede defferred to Assali's rank, allowing Assali to speak first. + "Well sir, the crew aboard the VIGILANTE was definitely preparing +for something. It seemed as if most of the crewmembers had only just recently +started working with those systems. Nevertheless, they were all very +confident. I believe they use some new form of transporter as well as +communications devices. We weren't allowed to get a thorough look of the +ship though.... + The thing that really stood out to me, was the diversity and +intensity of the crew. There were Klingons and Kalonians working +together, as well as a Vulcan security chief. Couple this with the fact +that the VIGILANTE can cloak and I would think that they must be preparing +for an excursion into Romulan space.." + + Malory frowned as he nibbled at his stew, thoughtfully stirring +it in the process. + + "That sounds reasonable, however, Admiral Hrgon is out in the cold +on this project. I would think that if such an excursion were going to take +place that he would be the one involved, regardless of his own personal +agenda." + Meede spoke up. + "Sir, that crew was preparing for battle. You could feel it in +the way that they worked. Most crewmembers had the telltale look of that +they are going on a mission that they never expect to come back from .. +and yet they continue anyway. I may not know what their mission is, but I +can tell you that they mean to make an accounting of themselves if they don't +come back." + + Malory nodded as he sipped his beer. + "Right. + What are your thoughts about their communications and transporter +systems. I know that at least one time, they were able to send a message +through an alpha-security protocol without the message being detected. +As well, I don't like the idea of other people being able to beam aboard +my ship at their leisure...." + + "I have no idea sir. We saw the end product in use, rather than +the inner workings of it. I don't think that they are completely comfortable +with their systems but they do have a large capacity transporter room in +addition to their other ones. As far as their capabilities go .. I +don't know..." Assali answered. + + Malory looked at Meede, whose face was in a fierce frown. + + "I have a couple of ideas sir, but I will have to look at all of the +readings that we have as well as know what security level we were at when +this occurred. ORACLE should have detected something though. I think standard +ships' sensors may have even been able to detect something.." + + "Well Chief, ORACLE has been in diagnostic mode for most of our stay +so far. Consequently, we have obtained only limited data from ORACLE.." + + Meede and Assali finished their meals. While Malory took another +sip, he eyed his First officer and his Security Chief. Assali yawned. + "Well gentlemen, that will be enough for tonight. I'm sure that we +all need our sleep for tomorrow." + + Malory escorted Assali and Meede out. As they left, he himself +yawned. + "Computer, dim lights.. sleeping levels." + The lights in his cabin dimmed accordingly. Malory went and +collapsed on his bed. He lapsed into sleep. + + +...... + + "Sir, ORACLE is tracking another ship coming in. It's current +speed is Warp 7" Ensign Naine Findel reported from her position at ORACLE 1. +Now that ORACLE was no longer in a diagnostic mode, it aided the +DELPHI's other sensors tremendously. + + "Identification.." Lt Qhasmon spoke quietly. + + "Transponder identification positive.. It is the U.S.S. Palomine." + + Anticipating Qhasmon's next question she added, + "Its ETA is still over 15 minutes from now... Sir" + + "Good. Monitor its transmissions with StarBase 89 and confirm +that it is cleared for docking." + Qhasmon sat at attention in the Captain's chair. The Orazzin-class +Targon had already arrived. Now only the Estel remained scheduled for +arrival. Malory had told Qhasmon to verify the incoming ships. Qhasmon +had remained at station for the entire "nightwatch" since Malory +was still too sore to "discipline" Qhasmon in the security-hall +training-center and thus, Qhasmon did not feel the need for rest this +day. + + "Sir-all-communications-are-normal. All-transmissions are within- +typical-tolerances sir." + + Qhasmon looked at the diminuative Saurian who sat at the +Communications console. + "Resume your duties then.." Qhasmon ordered as he gazed at the +sea of stars which filled the viewscreen.. + + He waited. + + +...... + + *VHOOSH* + + Captain Malory stepped onto the bridge. As daywatch had yet +to begin, he found himself addressing Ensign K'S'A, the Secondary +Communications officer. Lt Qhasmon was also present, but Malory +decided to try the Ensign." + + "Ensign K'S'A, what is our current status and did anything +major happen while I was asleep?" + + Malory listed to the almost musical voice of the ensign. + "We-are-about-to-begin daywatch sir. All-ship's-functions-are- +well within standard operating-parameters sir. During-the-night-several +other starships arrived at the StarBase and are all-in-parking-orbits." + + Malory smiled at the quick speech of the ensign. He knew that it +was sometimes difficult for Saurians to slow their speech patterns down. +He looked at the large yellow eyes of Ensign K'S'A. The eyes provided an +interesting contrast to the ruddy, maroonish-brown skin of the Saurian. + + "Which ships arrived?" + + "In-order-sir, the Targon, Palomine, and Estel. The Saracen-has-also +arrived, coming-into-orbit-17-minutes ago." + + "Thank you Ensign. Inform Transporter room 2 that I am on my way. +When Commander Assali comes on the bridge, inform him that I have left +for the StarBase. As always, you have the bridge until then Mr. Qhasmon.." + + "Yes-sir" the quick voice of the Saurian and the slow voice +of the Andorian answered simultaneously. + Malory chuckled and left for the transporter room, he thought +while he made his way there. + 'TARGON... NEVER HEARD OF IT. + ESTEL... WAS THAT AN EXCELSIOR CLASS? STILL, THERE WAS SOMETHING +ABOUT THAT SHIP'S COMMANDING OFFICER, WHAT DID I HEAR ABOUT THAT? + SARACEN, WITH CAPTAIN ORGL COMMANDING... + AND THEN ANOTHER NEBULAE, THE PALOMINE... I WONDER WHO +CAPTAIN'S THAT ONE... + + HRGON MUST HAVE EVEN MORE CLOUT THAN I THOUGHT IF HE HAS GOTTEN +THOSE SHIPS ASSIGNED HERE...' + + Malory looked at transporter operator. With a nod of his head, he +spoke. + + "Energize." + +...... + + + *VHOOSH* + + Akimbe Assali stepped onto the bridge of the DELPHI, rather +surprisingly, he felt out of place. He glanced around. As he had +entered, Lt Qhasmon had relinquished the Captain's chair, for his +own chair as DELPHI helmsman. The large hulking figure of Olgin +Penthrach sat at communications, and Will O'bourne was at ORACLE 2. + He looked to the ORACLE 1 position. + + "Lt T'irna.. it's good to see that you are doing better than +you were when last we met." He said with a smile. + + "Yes, Commander. Although I have no memories of the time of which +you speak. I am more than capable of fulfilling my shipboard duties." + + "Very good then Lt. + Mr Qhasmon, did anything eventful happen during the night?" + + "No sir. The other StarFleet ships arrived according to schedule, +although the Saracen only came into port less than 30 minutes ago. The +commanding officer from each vessel has already beamed over to the StarBase." + + "Good. Then everything is in full-working order. Everyone +begin checking the backup systems for any possible errors. Other than +that, maintain familiarity with your console." + + Assali walked down the ramp and sat in the Captain's chair. +He himself began looking over most of the DELPHI schematics and specs. +He was glad to observe that everyone else had begun as well. Moreover, +He was that he was beginning to feel "at home" again. + + +...... + + Percival Malory looked around as he strode into briefing room 1 +on StarBase 89. + 'EFFICIENT' he thought as he glanced around while walking into +the room. The room was spartan and rather elliptical in shape. Following the +curvature of the room was a curved table, with 5 places configured for +briefing. Facing the table was a smaller table with 2 places set. +This table faced the other so that all seated at the larger table would +have their attention focused on the people at the first table. + The tables were of a slate grey material with inset holo-projectors +so that various displays could be personally observed. These displays +were controlled by the 'master-display' which was set at the smaller table. + + Malory walked away from the door and towards one of the end seats +at the curved table as he surveyed the people who were already here. + Commander Elayne Hause occupied one of the seats at the small +table. Also, at the other end of the larger table, a large hulking figure +sat. + 'A KZINTI...' + While Malory appraised the Kzinti in StarFleet uniform, he felt a +clap on the shoulder. Involuntarily, he winced. + + "Well if 'tisn't Percival Malory... and wearing Captain's +pips now as well! How have you been keeping yourself lad?" + + Malory turned and faced one of his former Captains, Captain Hampton. +The perennial smile on Hampton's face overshadowed his other distinctive +features. + "Captain Hampton... What a pleasant surprise... No offense sir, but +I thought that you had retired.." Malory looked at the piercingly clear +blue eyes of Hampton. + + "Hah! Not yet lad. These blasted bones still have a few more +light-years left in them." + Hampton flashed a quick smile, dropping fifty years off of his age. + + + "ATTENTION!!" + + Malory and Hampton came to attention as they turned and faced the +door that they had been walking away from. Malory caught a final glimpse +of the Kzinti rising and standing ramrod straight. + 'HE MUST BE OVER 7 FEET TALL..' + He also saw that Captain Orgl had entered as well as a Vulcan +Captain. The reason for the current protocol however, was walking through +pounding against the floor. + + Hrgon paced the front of the room, eyeing the collection of +StarFleet Captains and Commanders. His dark eyes rested on each person +gathered for a moment and then moved on to the next person. + + "Company.. At Ease. + Take your positions for we have a full agenda before us. + + Our first order of business is introductions. Each of you is here +because *I* want you here. Our purpose here is to protect the Federation. +Research and exploration are secondary to that cause, regardless of what +regulations currently state." + + Hrgon grunted, and Malory watched the Admiral's dark eyes survey +his audience yet again. No one had moved when Hrgon had spoken about +his rearrangment of StarFleet priorities. + + "We are a clan. We are each other's responsibility as well as our +own. *I* coordinate this clan and *MY* instructions are of +paramount importance. Is that clear?" + + Hrgon's glare dared anyone to say otherwise. + + "As I introduce you in order of seniority, stand so that the +others may know who they are protecting, as well as who is protecting them... + + "Captain Orgl, U.S.S. Saracen, Nebulae class." + Malory looked on as the wiry woman with short dark hair and +slanted black eyes rose, acknowledged the others with a curt nod and then +sat down again. + + "Captain Hampton, U.S.S. Palomine, Nebulae class." + As his former Captain rose beside him, Malory saw that Hampton's +face wore a slight frown. His features seemed to have been suddenly aged +as his face grew dark and grim. He sat back down. + + "Captain Malory, U.S.S. DELPHI, DELPHI class." + As Malory stood and looked around, he saw the frowning faces of +Captains Orgl and Hampton. The Vulcan and the Kzinti were unreadable. +Malory regained his seat. + + "Commander Sardoc, U.S.S. Targon, Orazzin class." + The Vulcan rose crisply casting his eyes on all the others present +and then sat back down. + + "And Commander Grtag, U.S.S. Estel, Excelsior class." + The Kzinti was a ripple of fur and muscle as he rose to a height +of well over 7 feet. + + "You may acquaint yourselves better *AFTER* this meeting is +concluded.. + + Now, for our primary purpose in gathering today... + + Tactics. + + Tactics is what keeps a larger force at bay with a smaller one. +In our case, we are deterring the might of the Romulan empire with 6 ships. +The form-u-lation of tactics is thus of paramount importance to us. Good +tactics increase the likelihood of success, while poor ones cause failure. + Our Tactics today revolve around the information some of my +sources recently brought me. It details a possible Romulan invasion. +As well as this information, the U.S.S. Gallant has not reported on its +whereabouts for the last 2 days now. The Gallant was in an area +particularly close to the Neutral zone. My information states that +the Romulans are planning a raid of some sort in this sector very soon. + + Malory stared on as Hrgon gave a dramatic pause. Then, with a +gesture of his hand, a large star chart appeared in midair, with ship +assignments color-coded as well being represented by ship-holos. + + "Here are your initial duty assignments. + + The Palomine and the DELPHI will proceed immediately to the +last known location of the Gallant. From there, gather information +to provide speculation. + The Estel shall proceed on to the AR-27 star system. This area +had originally been planned for the DELPHI, however, circumstances +now dictate a different deployment. The Saracen will investigate the +Antillian asteroid belt once again, on her way to support the Estel. + Commander Sardoc. Your first item of business is to +take Commander Shelby back to Earth. After you have concluded that and +returned here, you will perform high speed passes along the border. + + Each of you will begin to have full battle-drills daily. I want +each ship to be at optimum efficiency. While a state-of-war does not +technically exist between the Federation and the Romulans, if a Romulan +ship decloaks across the Neutral Zone *THAT* does constitute an act of +war as stipulated by treaty. Moreover, any Romulan ship detected in the +Neutral Zone may be contacted and ordered to leave the zone. The zone, +after all, should work both ways. Neither party should be allowed access. + I leave the final decisions to you. All of you are more than +competent, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten you here. Do not feel that +your course of action should be dictated to you by outdated StarFleet +rules and regulations when you have my authority on the matter... + + Now, for tactics ..... + + + +..... + + "THEY DID WHAT!!" Lt Meede stormed. + + "Sir, Ensign Hamden, Ensign Greely and Guard Klepling conspired +against one of the people who were beamed up from the planet in the AR-24 +star system. Their pretense was that they wanted justice upon the persons +responsible for your death... Sir!" + + "You are telling me that they tried to ambush this person, +Smith, in the main security hall after they had been ordered otherwise +and moreover, that they were incapacitated by her." + + "Yes sir!" + + Meede glared at Zalvosta. + 'THAT MUST HAVE BEEN WHITECLOUD.. TARVA TOLD ME ABOUT HER. +STILL, ZALVOSTA SEEMS TO BE COMING ALONG NICELY.' + + "What disciplinary action did you take against them Lt." +Meede's voice had now quieted down to a dull roar. + + "I placed a mark on each one's record, cancelled their +shoreleave for the next 6 months, and have them working double shifts. +I informed them of their punishment in front of the rest of Security, +sir!" + + "Well done Lt. Overall, you handled the situation well." + + Zalvosta wanted to smile at the high praise of Meede. + + "There are only a few things I would have done differently. +First of all, cancelling the shoreleave is not that effective. Why? +because all living things have a natural limit of time for which they +can apply themselves without relaxation. Restricting shoreleave so broadly +only means that they will be at lesser effectiveness than otherwise. + In place of that, I would have them doing extra P.T. work. +Exercise is a key to discipline. As well, it will ensure that if there +should be a next time, they at least will make a reckoning of themselves.. + Also you should have exiled Hamden and Greely from their more +specialized security training. I won't adjust your punishment however, as +that would not help matters in this case. Security can not be fickle +in its application of discipline." + + "Yes sir." + + "On to other concerns... Effective tomorrow, there will be a +meeting of security personnel to begin hand training. All who are able +should be in attendance. A security officer can never become complacent, +for a complacent security officer is a dead one." + + "Very good sir. I will post the information." + + "Good. That is all. Dismissed Lt." + + Meede walked around his office. + 'IT IS UNFORTUNATE THAT I WAS AWAY FOR SO LONG... WE HAVE A LOT +OF CATCHING UP TO DO NOW...' + +...... + + Above a pale orange planet which orbited a small blue star, +the space shimmered. Waving into existence, two Romulan scout vessels +faced each other. + Aboard the Romulan Scout Gathis, Sub-Commander Vsylan looked +at the image of Commander Quarne, commanding officer of the Vorthai. + "Sub-Commander Vsylan, this will be our final contact for +an extended period of time. I have been informed that StarFleet is +about to deploy their ships along the border.... You know what our +mission here is in that regard. + Are your extra crewmembers ready?" + + Vsylan spoke, though he wondered at how Quarne could have received +a transmission that he himself did not detect. + "Yes Commander. The additional crewmembers are briefed and await +their duty." + + "Good. + Now we will go to silent running." + + Vsylan watched as the viewscreen faded from the image of Quarne +to the empty space where the Vorthai had been. + + "Cloak and move to silent running. Our position will be at forward +station keeping relative to the Vorthai's last position." + + "Yes Commander", the pilot answered. + + Slowly, the Gathis banked and shimmered back into non-existence. + + +...... + + *VHOOSH* + + From his position of standing in the center of the bridge +Cmmdr Assali turned and watched as Captain Malory strode onto the bridge. +His stride and posture conveyed a sense of urgency more that his voice +as he spoke. + + "Commander. Have all senior staff meet in the forward conference +room in 5 minutes." + + "Yes sir." Assali spoke as Malory entered his ready-room. Oblivious +to Assali's response. + + Assali gave a quick glance around the bridge, and then turned +and faced Communications officer Penthrach. + "Lt, inform Dr Mayak, Lt Meede and Lt Korn that we have a senior +staff meeting in the forward conference room in 5 minutes. As well, +get the secondary bridge crew back up here." + + "Yes sir." + + + Percival Malory ran a hand through his hair. Less than ten +minutes had elapsed since he had set foot back on the DELPHI. Now, +he stared down the table. + To his right sat Lt Qhasmon, Lt Meede, Lt Korn, and Dr Mayak. +On his left, Cmmdr Assali, Lt T'irna, Lt Penthrach and Lt O'Bourne sat. +Malory ran a hand through his hair again and rubbed the back of his neck. + + "Good afternoon" he said with a wan smile. + "We are about to depart to search for the U.S.S. Gallant. Its +last known position was near the Neutral Zone and it is suspected that +it has been destroyed or severely damaged by a Romulan attack. At the +very least, it has a faulty drive system and communications problems since +it has not reported yet. + We will serve as a better set of Eyes and Ears for the Palomine, +under command of Captain Hampton. As some of you may know, he was my +commanding officer while I served aboard the Achilles. He is an excellent +Captain, and is in command over our sortie. + + Due to our proximity to The Zone, and the nature of the incident, +we will be going to yellow alert. As well, we will need to start conducting +Battle Drills so that we will be prepared should anything ... unexpected +happen. Lt Meede, it's your job to get us ready." + + Meede nodded. + + "Mr Korn, what is our engine status?" + + "Well sir, the engines are running well so far. I would like to +get a few more light years on them before making a full evaluation though." + + "What is our maximum warp speed?" + + "Well sir, I would recommend Warp 7." + + "Earlier you said that you may be able to achieve Warp 8, did you +not?" + + "Err, Yes sir, but I would not recommend it, at least not until +we have used the engines some more and gotten a better feel for their +typical operating parameters." + + "Can we achieve and maintain Warp 8?" + + "Err.... I would have to.." + + Malory glared. + + Korn sighed. + "Yes sir. We can achieve and maintain Warp 8... For a short +period of time at any rate..." + + + Malory relaxed his gaze. + "Good, we will be leading the Palomine, and will be setting speed +to Warp 8 then. Mr Korn, make sure we don't blow ourselves up along the +way.." Malory grinned tiredly. + + Malory faced T'irna and O'Bourne. + "What is the current operating status of ORACLE?" + + "ORACLE is functioning within expected parameters at present sir." +T'irna responded coolly. + + Malory nodded and looked at O'Bourne. + + "Sir! ORACLE is up and ready to go.. Cloaked ships beware .. We can.." + + "That's enough Lt, thank you for your enthusiasm.." Malory shook +his head. + + "I want ORACLE to begin making continuous maximum sensor sweeps +starting now. Also, do NOT take ORACLE off-line to perform diagnostics +unless you have approval from either me or Cmmdr Assali... + + Dr Mayak, have your medical crew prepare themselves and sickbay, +should we go into battle, we will take damage... Moreover, if the Gallant +is still out there, there may be injured still alive. + + Lt Qhasmon, I want you to go over the Andorian Circle and +Triangle flanking maneuvers with Cmmdr Assali. Work together to determine +optimum firing sequences and spatial orientations.." + + "Yes sir." Qhasmon hissed, with antennae twittering and a slow cold +smile on his face. + + "Mr Assali. Let's make sure we have working phasers and +work with Lt Qhasmon. We need to be ready and coordinated.... With +the Palomine and Captain Hampton, we have ample firepower for +almost any situation." + + "Yes sir." + + "Good, are there any questions?" + + Malory looked around the table. It seemed as if everyone was +a little more grim all of the sudden. + + "Meeting dismissed then.." + + + + +...... + + "Hhhellm, set courrse fohrr the Ahhyyee-Rrhhr twhenty SSssehvein +stahr sysstehm. WaahRrrp SSssehvein. Mhoove tooo Yellow AlehrRrt. + + C'mahhndrrr HalexnddRrrhe in my Rrheeaddy rhoom." + + Julien Alexandre followed the hulking form of his Captain +into his ready room. He felt the deck plates vibrate as the ship moved +to warp speed however. + + *VHOOSH* + The door closed behind him. Alexandre looked up at his Captain, who +stood before him, with whiskers twitching slightly. + + "C'mahhndrrr. AccoRrding too the DELPHI's Lohgs .. they encouhntered +a Rrhomulan Wahrrbirrd neear the Ahhyyee-Rrhhr twhenty fhor stahr sysstehm. +Thiisss Wahrrbirrd choulldd Stihl bee ihn that Ayerea.. Whhatt do yoou +maake of ouHrr Chances aghainsst a Wahrrbirrd.." + + "Well sir. The Warbird is a larger, faster, and more powerfully +armed ship than we are. We would have no choice but to attempt disengagement +or surrender.." + + Alexandre watched as Grtag straightened and flexed his muscles. +Grtag was over a foot taller than Alexandre at this point. + + "C'mahhndrrr, yoou dissappointt Mhee... + Ifff wee batttled a Wahrrbirrd, itt whoould Suhrrely attempt too +cahpturre ouHrr shipp. + Whhile wee are Enn Rhoute, I whant yoou too Woohrkk ohn thhe shipp's +trahnsportters. Hhave a phrograhm sett whiichh Whill Trahnnsspoorrt any +lifefoohrrms whiichh ahree nott idhentifiedd as shipp's crhrew. +The trahnsporrtattion prhrocess whill schreen ouht any ihteem whihch has +a powheer source equivalhent to OhRRrr ghreeater thhahn a hanhnd PHhhaasseer. + Thiisss prohrogramm will havehve the bhriddge, bhattle bhriddge +ahhnd maihn enginneerRhing ass it's defaaulht lochactions. Bee abhle +too AccCess thihs phroogram fhroom Anhee cohnsole... + + Infhorrm meee, wheehn it is kohmplete... + + Dihsmmissed C'mahhndrrr." + + Alexandre acknowledged Grtag and quickly left the Captain's +ready room. + 'YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT JULE.. YOU'RE A FRENCHMAN AFTER +ALL... WE NEVER SHIRK FROM A CONFRONTATION...' +Alexandre continued his musings as he made his way towards the main +transporter room of the Estel. + +....... + + From his viewport, Admiral Hrgon looked out onto his small +armada of ships. Each ship was moving slowly and then it started. +First, the Estel accelerated and was gone. Next, the Saracen. +The Targon accelerated gradually at impulse speeds and then warped +away. + Hrgon looked at the last two ships, his own excluded. +Abruptly, the DELPHI surged forward under full impulse power. +As it moved forward, the Palomine banked in behind it, although +the Palomine was lower and well to the rear of the DELPHI. Almost +as one, the ships accelerated and left. + + Hrgon swirled the reddish ale in his cup as he turned and +faced his large tactical map. + 'INVINCIBILITY LIES IN THE DEFENSE.. THE POSSIBILITY OF VICTORY +IN THE ATTACK.. WE SHALL HAVE TO DO BOTH...' + + Hrgon turned again and stared out into the inky blackness of +space. The myriad of stars offering no consolation to his thoughts. + + +...... + + "Hortho!" Malory spoke. + + "Hortho!" Qhasmon hissed. + + Malory eyed Qhasmon. Qhasmon had a long curved blade in each +hand. Malory, a 1 meter staff which was tipped on either end with a +meter length of rope with a light weight on each end. He held the staff +near the middle, twirling it slowly with both hands. + + Qhasmon lunged. + + Malory deflected easily. As he caught one of the blades with the +rope/weight "shield". + + 'HE'S TESTING ME OUT....' + + Malory looked over Qhasmon. + 'REMEMBER, AMBIDEXTERITY AND A CHEST CARAPACE...' + + Qhasmon advanced behind a quick flurry of blows. Malory managed +to block them, but was forced to back-up several paces in the process. +Slowly, they circled. + + 'MY TURN...' + Malory feinted with the left hand side of his staff as he moved +the right hand side. Qhasmon deflected the blow easily and brought in +one of his swords inside of Malory's guard. Malory only barely managed +to avoid the blade. + 'WELL TRAINED... AND EXPERIENCED AS WELL...' Malory thought. +Still, they circled. + With another flurry of blows, Qhasmon attacked again. This time, +however, Malory was ready and was able to stand his ground. +Malory feinted again, drawing Qhasmon a little closer in the process. + 'NOW'. + Malory dropped as he blocked two overhead shots by Qhasmon. As he +rolled, he legswept Qhasmon. Unfortunately, Qhasmon was able to recover +from this much quicker than Malory had anticipated. + + The 'excercise' ended as Qhasmon's blades touched Malory, +Of course, while he was on the floor, Malory managed to get an upward +lunge to touch Qhasmon's abdominal area with one of the weights at the +end of the rope on the staff. + 'IF THIS HAD BEEN LIVE, I'D BE DEAD... C'MON PERC.. REMEMBER +THAT ANDORIANS HAVE THE CHEST CARAPACE AS AN EXOSKELETON...' + + "Good job Mr Qhasmon." Malory spoke as he lifted himself +up. His back was slightly sore, but the excercise had seemed to help +work his muscles some. + + "You as well sir. Very few are able to use your weapon of +choice. On Andoria, to use it is a sign of either great ability, or +great foolishness... + You do not dishonor the weapon." + + "Thank you. It was with great reluctance that one of your +SOGRNI taught me the proper use of the weapon." + + Malory and Qhasmon stepped out into the corridor, making their way +towards their quarters after leaving the training hall. + + "A SOGRNI taught you?" Qhasmon marveled. + "I have never heard of a human being taught by a SOGRNI... +How interesting..." + + "I was fortunate... He had much to teach... His death was +unheralded several months ago..." + + Qhasmon frowned slightly and nodded slowly. + + In somber silence, the two walked towards their rooms. + +....... + + "Things have definitely changed around here ... you can feel +it in the reactions of the crew .." Assali said as he and Meede +took their daily jog in the excercise hall aboard the DELPHI. +They were completing their fifteenth lap. + + "That is good. I think that with this 10:00 battle-drill today +that security finally knows what they are doing.." + + "Still, we have yet to pick up anything on long range sensors... +I would have thought that if the Gallant was still operational that +we would have had something by now.." Assali huffed a slight bit as +he spoke. + + "Then it's a good thing that we are working on battle drills... +with the lack of armament that this ship has, as well as the small crew, +we are prime candidates for capture." + + "From what Malory has said about Captain Hampton I don't think +that that will happen.." + + Still matching Assali, 3 strides for 2, Meede huffed slightly +as he ran. Going without his special suit on while aboard the VIGILANTE +had decreased his stamina some.. + + "We'll give anyone a fight though.. This is a good assignment.." + + Assali grinned as sweat ran of his forehead. + "It certainly is full of excitement... + I think it's time we got back on duty though.." + + "Agreed." + + As they came to a mark on the track, both broke into a full +sprint. With his long legs and high kick, Assali easily reached the +next mark before Meede, although Meede was still close, even with +his extra-pressure suit on. + + "Good run" he said as they began their warm-down excercises. + + Assali grinned. + "You too." + + Assali almost thought that he saw Meede begin to smile.. + + +........ + + + "Captain's log Supplemental : We have been in the Antillian +Asteroid belt for over a day now, and have just received word that the +Estel is approaching the AR-27 star system. + As of yet we have found nothing of note, but our search +has not been progressing very quickly.." + + "Captain Orgl, I think we have something." + + Tziyn Orgl faced her science officer. + "We have just picked up a transmission. It was brief, but I have +the general coordinates.. Best approximation indicates that the +transmission would be towards Romulan Space.." + + "Take us there helm. + Monitor EVERYTHING no matter how insignificant it may appear. +There's got to be something out here..." + + Orgl frowned. + 'WHAT WERE THOSE FERENGI DOING HERE EARLIER ANYWAY....' + +........... + + + "Captain, we are now entering the AR-27 star system." + + "Ghoode. MaihntaInn Yhellow AlehrRrt. MohnitohR ALL Senshorsss." + + The helm officer for the Estel responded. + "Sensors are clear.." + He looked out over the system. The star was an interesting shade +of blue, and it's light shone down on a pale orange planet.. + + "Sir! Romulan vessels decloaking... Scout class.. both on the +rear quarter, disruptors are armed .. Battle Pass #1" Cmmdr Alexandre +reported as his tactical display lit up. + + "Ahrm Photons, PHhhaasseers!! Fhirre aht best tharget.." + + Klaxons sounded aboard the Estel. The vessel shook as +the Romulan disruptors pounded on the rear shields.. + + "Rear shields down to 35%" Cmmdr Alexandre reported. + "Vessels recloaking." + + "Bhegin transmission to U.S.S. Saracen, Rrheeaddy weahpons." + + Romulan decloaking forward.. Jamming transmissions. + + "LHokck and Fhirre photons and PHhhaasseers." + + The side mounted photon torpedoes of the Estel roared as they +sent 4 torpedoes towards the Romulan scout. The Estel caught the +smaller vessel as it had been turning around in front of the Estel. +Hitting with 2 torpedoes and several phasers. + + "Romulans shields are down.. Damage to warp engines and hull." + + The Estel rocked again as the other Scout ship pounded again at +the rear shields. + + "Rear shields are down!" + + "Hhhard abhoutt! Rrheeaddy Tohrps!" + + "Vessel cloaking again." Alexandre pounded the display.. + "Wait.. reading multiple transporter signatures ...." + + "Nhoow C'mahhndrrr!!" Grtag roared. + + Ten shapes began materializing on the bridge of the Estel. + + Lt Cmmdr Julien Alexandre entered a code. + + The ten Romulans materialized.. disruptors drawn and ready. +The one behind tactical, and Cmmdr Alexandre spoke. + "We are claiming this vessel and this space for the Imperial +Romulan Empire. Surrender now." + + Grtag roared as he leapt. + Two Romulans stood in front of the Helm and Navigation positions. +They fired their disruptors as Grtag vaulted from his Captain's chair. +They had never seen a Kzin before and were quite surprised by his +actions. They were more surprised however, when their disruptors failed +to fire. + The two Romulans passed into death as a large furry +arm raked each one across the neck, snapping them easily. + + Alexandre turned drawing his phaser and firing. He took two +more Romulans down before he was pummeled by a third. He hit the deck... +hard. + + *vhoosh* + + The turbo-lift doors opened and 5 security guards in security +gear clambered into the brawl. + + + + + Aboard the Romulan Scout VORTHAI, Commander Quarne waited. + + "Commander.. There has been no noticeable change in power readings +aboard the Federation ship... 2.5 minutes have elapsed..." + + "Inform the Gathis that they are to open fire... something +is wrong. + Decloak and fire as well." + + + + "Sir, the damaged Romulan vessel is firing... Romulan Decloaking +rear!!" + + Grtag wheeled around, still holding a Romulan 2 feet above the +ground with his arm. + + "Fhirre Wheen Rrheeaddy.. Bhest Targhet then Mhoove tooo attack Dthee +Othher." + + Cmmdr Alexendre still shook his head as he leaned over the +tactical display... The Estel rocked, more than before. + + "Moderate damage to the other Romulan sir. He is recloaking.." + + *KABOOM* + + The lights aboard the Estel flickered.... + + "Losing warp drive... She's going to blow..." + + "Sheeparate to Sauccer.... NOW! + FHIRRRE REHMAAINING PHhhaasseers!" + + + + Commander Quarne looked on as the Estel's left warp nacelle +exploded. + "Get us away Pilot.." + + "Yes Commander ... we are only barely able to maintain cloak and +move however... we have been considerably..." + + Quarne fired his disruptor .. killing his pilot as he took +the position. + "I expect my orders executed promptly... I will tolerate no excuses.." + + A bright flash illuminated the screen. As it dimmed another +flash occurred. Both flashes shook the Vorthai considerably. + + Quarne looked at his sensors.... + + 'THE FEDERATION SHIP HAS SEPARATED.. BUT HAS MINIMAL POWER AND +LIFE-FORM READINGS... THE EXPLOSION OF THE GATHIS AFTER THE +EXPLOSION OF THE WARP DRIVE OF THE FEDERATION SHIP HAS DONE MORE THAN +ENOUGH DAMAGE... + OUR WEAPONS OUR OFF-LINE AS WELL....' + + "Our job is done..." + + Quarne moved from the Pilot's position and looked at the +nearest Centurion. + "Have a new pilot brought here and have him set course for +the following coordinates... Be sure that he is up to the duty of being +pilot however.... I will brook no further incompetence or excuse from +that position...." + + Quarne sat back in his command chair. The attack had not +been as succesfull as he had anticipated.... + +......... + + + Percival Malory looked over the scene.. His fists were clenched +tightly on his armrests... + 'RELAX PERC...' + He released his grip as he looked over the flotsam that composed +the remains of the Federation Starship U.S.S. Gallant. + + "Sir.. This was the Gallant." Lt T'irna reported. + "It was evidently destroyed in pieces by some powerful form +of energy... + Checking known Databases .... + + Sir.. This is very similar to the type of radiation signature that +was found by the U.S.S. Enterprise under command of Captain James T. Kirk, +near the remains of monitoring stations near the Romulan border. + It is from a form of Romulan Plasma weapon.." T'irna twitched +involuntarily. + + "This signature suggests a more focused form..." + + "Thank you Lt. + Mr. Penthrach relay that to Captain Hampton code sequence alpha.. + + Lt T'irna are there any other traces of a Romulan vessel being in +this vicinity now?" + + "There are some minor eddy currents sir.. but that is all." + + 'DAMM'. + + "Sir, communications from the Palomine." Penthrach reported. + + "On screen..." + + Malory faced Captain Hampton. Hampton's face was red with fury. + + "Perc... have we got anything else? We can't let those Rommies +get away with this By Trafalgar!" + + "No sir.. just a few eddy currents.. but those are unreliable at +best... you know that sir.." + + "Still. It's damm well all we've got. + Let the hunt begin!" + + "Aye sir." Malory shrugged. + + As Hampton's face left the screen to be replaced by the mottled +debris, Malory spoke. + "Lt T'irna, send an overlay of the currents to the helm.. Lt Qhasmon, +let's begin tracking.. + Maintain full sensor sweeps and hold us at yellow alert. + + Engage when ready." + + Malory looked as Qhasmon's figures darted over his console. +The DELPHI surged forward... straddling the fine line that was between +Federation space and the Neutral Zone... Finally, Qhasmon reported. + + "Sir.. We are now entering the Romulan Neutral Zone." + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!ux1.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!cs.utexas.edu!usc!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!ira.uka.de!yale.edu!newsserver.jvnc.net!darwin.sura.net!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: REAL : DELPHI : Chapter 10 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1993 23:14:34 GMT +Lines: 910 + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 10 + + "Rites of Passage" + + + + + + +..... == SARACEN BRIDGE == + + + + "Captain.. we have just received a garbled transmission from the +Estel.. The message seems to have been cut off prematurely and is virtually +unintelligible." Amanda Hearn, communications officer aboard the Saracen +reported. + + "Science .. Do we have any more on that other transmission that we +intercepted? " Captain Tziyn Orgl turned and faced her science officer. + + "No Captain.. I think that we will have to wait and see if the +transmission is attempted again.. There is too much clutter here for us +to be able to isolate what could have caused the transmission." + + "Clutter? What specifically is causing problems Lieutenant?" + + "Sir, a Ferengi ship did explode in this area.. As such there is +a large amount of duranium and other space-metals present.. Not to mention +the metals that are present in the asteroids themselves. + Operating under the assumption that there is a transmitter of +some kind hidden in this belt. We have no way of distinguishing it from +any of the other debris until it makes another transmission. IF it makes +another transmission.." + + "Very well Lt Owens. Mark these coordinates appropriately. We will +return to find that transmitter. + Helm, set intercept course with the Estel's last known position +engage at maximum warp once we are clear of the asteroid field." + + "Aye Captain." + + Orgl sat back down and crossed her legs. Within minutes the familiar +streak of stars passed by on her viewscreen. The deckplates vibrated +ever so slightly as well. She took a deep breath, which relaxed her somewhat +and cleared her head. + + "Time to intercept?" + + "Sir, at current speed of Warp 9.4 we will intercept in exactly +4 hours and 22 minutes." + + Orgl frowned. + "Move the ship to red alert. Have phaser and torpedo crews +standing ready continuously. Alert medical to prepare appropriately.. + Inform StarBase 89 of our situation." + + "Yes sir." + + + + + + +...... == DELPHI BRIDGE == + + + + + + + Percival Malory sat languidly in his chair. From looking at him, +one would be hard pressed to know that he was a Captain of a Federation +Starship. As well, one would definitely not think of him as the Captain +of a Federation Starship currently in the Romulan Neutral Zone.. +Malory folded his arms. + + "Captain... I have some more information on the Romulan weapon +used to destroy the Gallant," Lt Eleyasan T'irna began. + + "By all means.. Go ahead." Malory rose, stood, and faced her. + + "Sir. The weapon is based on a molecular implosion field, +this field causes the nucleonic forces of atoms to break down. Obviously, +this has a very detrimental effect on most elements. + The weapon does have a significant drawback however. From +fragmentation analysis of some of the debris, it appears as if the field +strength must weaken with each atom it disrupts and or weaken over time +as well. + While on a small scale this would be a trivial degradation, in space, +in locations where there are large amounts of dust.. This affect should +be much more marked." + + "Good work Lt. Is there any form of radiation signature that +would be left on a ship that recently fired such a weapon.. A signature +that we could somehow discern?" + + "Unsure Captain. We need to analyze such a ship first.. Then, we +have a possibility of discovering such a signature." + + + "Captain.. I have a contact bearing 5 mark 10 from our current +heading." Lt Qhasmon reported. Currently ORACLE data was being fed to +the Helm and tactical positions so that those positions could be more +aware of the ship's surroundings. + + "Inform Captain Hampton. Use encoding based on the word 'Thetis'." +Malory ordered Lt Penthrach. + "Mr Qhasmon, follow the Palomine's lead.." + + "Yes sir." Qhasmon responded. + + "Sir. Our contact is cloaked. It is also quite larger than any other +cloaked vessel we have scanned before.." T'irna reported. + + + "Larger?" Malory asked. + + "Confirmed sir. That ship is definitely larger than a WarBird +class vessel," Assali responded. + + "A proper size ratio is not possible at this distance ..." +T'irna began. + + "What's your best guess Lt ?" Malory questioned. + + "Guess sir? + I estimate that the vessel is roughly 1.3 to 2 times the size of a +cloaked Romulan.. Romulan... Warbird. At least the .. cloaking signature +is... that size." + + T'irna looked at her console as all the lights began to merge.. +She felt herself spinning somewhat. The world went black... + + + + +........ == STARBASE 89 == + + + + + *VHOOSH* + + Aboard StarBase 89, Admiral Hrgon rose from his chair as +Lt Herlt Yarin entered. The Admiral set down his goblet of reddish-gold +Saurian Brandy as Yarin strode in. + + Hrgon stared at Yarin as he approached, but was well aware that +Cmmdr Qh'sem had moved in behind Yarin as the doors closed. + + "Sir. Lt Herlt Yarin reporting for duty. Sir." + + Hrgon stared at Yarin and then gestured to a seat in front +of Hrgon's desk. + "Come and sit down." + + Hrgon remained standing behind his desk as Qh'sem loomed behind +Yarin. + "Well Lt, you come here by way of the now-dead Commodore Albrit.. +Tell me, what can you add here?" + + "Sir. I was administrative aide to Albrit for the entire time that +he was project coordinator for the DELPHI-CLASS project." + + "Interesting. So how much can you tell me about the DELPHI-class, +now that I am in charge of the project?" Hrgon led. + + "Anything you need to know sir. The Commodore had me handle +most of the verifications as to operating specifications and the like. +I read through the Engineer reports and then passed them on to the Commodore +with my recommendations.." + + Hrgon grunted. + "So you saw ships' crew rosters as well I take it.." + + "Yes sir. + While I had very little 'real' say in the matter, I still informed +the Commodore of my thoughts and he listened to my input. Our main +job was to make sure that the DELPHI was conforming to what StarFleet +had expected from the new ship class... + Does this tell you anything?" + + Hrgon grunted again, and slowly smiled. + + "Yes. It tells me that Albrit was a bigger fool than I had previously +thought." + + "Sir?" + + "For how long had you been poisoning the Commodore, Lieutenant?" +Hrgon grunted. + + + "Sir!?!" + + Hrgon snarled. + "Yes. As well as relaying information about the DELPHI class to +the Romulans.." + + "What!?!" Yarin spoke as he started to rise. + + Quickly however, a pair of blue hands clapped him on the shoulders, +forcing him back into the chair. + + "Do you admit to the murder of Commodore Albrit?" + + "No! No Sir!" + + "Don't you think it rather convenient that your orders to change +positions were the last set of orders approved by the Commodore. Before +even, you knew that *I* would be becoming DELPHI-project coordinator. + I presume you thought that you would be able to make it into +Romulan space from here.... + You almost made it Lt..." + + Yarin began shaking his head, and then stopped, eyes glowering. + + "Yes. Yes I did it. Blast the Federation and StarFleet and +everything!" + He struggled against the Andorian's grip. + + "I did it. StarFleet did nothing while civil wars racked my +planet. The Romulans at least sent medical supplies.. If covertly." + + "I know. Contacts of mine informed me of that situation. +I read your background files Lt, they gave me the information I needed +to determine that you were a traitor. + The wars that devastated you planet are no excuse for treason!" + + So TRAITOR.. How many cohorts did you have?" + + Yarin said nothing. Merely returning Hrgon's glare. + + "Lt Qh'sem take him to holding cell 19a. We will deal with him +there accordingly." + + Yarin continued struggling against the Andorian's grip. +Suddenly, Qh'sem released his grip. As Yarin wheeled himself around, to +face the Andorian, he saw a blue hand streak towards him.. Then he saw +nothing. + + Hrgon watched in disgust of Yarin as Qh'sem took the limp form +out of Hrgon's office towards the specified holding area. + + 'TRAITOR's...' the thought coursed through his mind... + + + + +........ == DELPHI BRIDGE == + + + + + Malory and Assali looked at one another as both vaulted towards +the lieutenant. + "Malory to sickbay.. Dr Mayak get up here now!" + + Assali grabbed T'irna. + "Lt ! Lt ! Can you hear me? Snap out of it!" He shook her slightly. +Several moments passed and finally her eyes refocused. + + *VHOOSH* + + The turbo-lift doors opened and Lt Garin Meede vaulted through +them, landing in a half-crouch. He straightened as soon as he saw that +Malory and Assali were ministering to T'irna. As well, Lt Zalvosta +swept the bridge with her phaser and her eyes before she saw what +Meede had already seen. She began stepping back away from the lift so +that the Doctor could come out. + + Not waiting for Meede's or Zalvosta's "All clear" signal, Dr Mayak +hustled from the turbo-lift. She quickly administered a slight sedative +to T'irna. + + T'irna looked around. + 'WHAT HAPPENED? WHY ARE CAPTAIN MALORY AND COMMANDER ASSALI STANDING +OVER ME? WHEN DID THE DOCTOR ENTER THE BRIDGE?' + + + "Are you alright Lt ?" Malory asked. + + + "Yes sir. Save that I do not remember either yourself or Cmmdr +Assali coming to me. As well, I do not remember when Doctor Mayak +entered the bridge." + + Malory cast a sidelong glance at the Doctor. + + "What do you last remember Lt ?" Mayak asked quietly. + + "I remember informing the Captain of the status of a ship which +has appeared on sensors.. After that, I remember nothing." + + "Can you tell me more about this ship.. Without looking back +to your displays..." Mayak questioned further. + + "Yes Doctor. It was a.. a...C-c-loaked... R-r-r-o--m..." + + Mayak watched as T'irna began to shake violently as her eyes +became glazed. Quickly, Mayak administered the full sedative. + + Mayak frowned as she rose and faced Malory. + "Well Captain. I think we have found our psychological trigger..." + + "Wonderful.." Malory said with a frown as well. + + Mayak turned to Meede. + "Lt, would you please bring Lt T'irna to sickbay.." + + "Yes doctor", Meede responded, easily lifting the now-unconscious +form of Lt T'irna. + + As Malory saw the frown on Meede's face, he realized that the +frowns may have become contagious... + + "Doctor. Inform me when you have made some progress with the Lt." + + "Yes .. Captain." Mayak said rather icily. + + Anna Zalvosta, who had accompanied Meede and Mayak in the turbo- +lift simply watched the exchange. She had put her phaser back down and +entered the turbo-lift again with Meede and Mayak. + + Malory turned around and faced the forward viewscreen. +Both the DELPHI and the PALOMINE were moving to intercept the target. + + "Lt Qhasmon.. Time to intercept?" Malory asked. + + "At current speed of warp 3, 9.7 minutes" Qhasmon reported. His +voice had dropped in timbre and his antennae were moving slightly. + + Malory thought for a moment and then faced Assali. + "Commander, do you know the current position of the Secondary +ORACLE 1 operator?" + + Assali keyed in a sequence on his console. + "Yes sir. Ensign Naine Findel is currently asleep in her quarters." + + "Very well then. We don't need a groggy officer up here.. +You take ORACLE 1 and I will move to Tactical." + + "Agreed sir." + + Malory moved from his Captain's position to the tactical position. +'THIS IS JUST LIKE THE OLD DAYS... ABOARD THE ACHILLES... EXCEPT NOW +CAPTAIN HAMPTON IS GIVING ORDERS FROM ANOTHER SHIP, RATHER THAN +RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME...' + + Malory rubbed his hands. + "Reaffirming red-alert status." + + 'TALLY HO, AND HERE WE GO...' Malory thought, remembering one of +Hampton's favorite bridge sayings.. + + + + +....... == ESTEL BRIDGE == + + + + + Flashes of red punctuated the darkness. With every breath, the +feel of smoke entered the lungs. Commander Grtag, Captain of the U.S.S. +Estel smelled the death in the air. + He was unaware how long he had been unconscious, lying under the +dead form of the Romulan he had been holding. He remembered the explosion +from the tactical station, and there his memory stopped. Tremors pulsed +through the deckplates of the Estel. Grtag shoved the dead body off of him +as he struggled to rise. He looked around, but all the lights were out and +only occasional sparks from some of the bridge consoles added anything to +the occasional operation of the emergency lights. Grtag knew that the +situation must be very grave. + Suddenly, he felt even weaker. + + "...." he tried to speak, and then felt the blood spurt from +his neck. Instinctively he wrapped his large hands around his neck, +applying pressure. There was an unusual looseness as he felt his throat. +Slowly, he eased himself back down to lay in a somewhat upright position +against the bulkhead. + + + *K'FLAASH* + + + The helm console flashed in a display of white light. The light +and flash illuminated and moved the dead body of the helm officer. +Grtag could only watch as the body smoldered slightly. + The smell of death was heavy in the air. + + + + +........ == VORTHAI BRIDGE == + + + + + "Damage report Pilot" Romulan Commander Quarne questioned his +new pilot aboard the Scout Vessel Vorthai. + + "Commander. + Warp engine damage is 80% repaired. Damage to the cloaking device +has also been repaired. Forward disruptors and photon torpedoes are still +under repair. + Short range sensors are still non-operational. The explosion +overloaded their capability. Long range sensors do report a Federation +starship approaching. + Estimated time for weapons repair 13.5 hours. + Estimated time for sensor repair 10 hours. " + + Quarne's face remained impassive. The short range sensors aboard +the Vorthai had failed shortly after he had moved the ship away from the +remains of the Federation Starship Estel. Long range sensors were only +now coming back on-line as they were repaired. Blinded as it was, the +Vorthai had remained in the system while repairing, although it remained +cloaked while doing so. + + "How long before the new Federation ship arrives ?" + + "At current velocity, it will intercept in 45 minutes." + + "Pilot. Use current StarCharts and move us out of this system. +Plot our course for the coordinates which I had entered previously." + + "Yes Commander. + Course set and engaged at Warp 2. + Engineering requires this speed or slower while repairs continue." + + "Of course. + Continue Pilot," Quarne replied. + + Unseen, the Vorthai limped out of the AR-27 star system. + + + + +........ ==DELPHI BRIDGE== + + + + + "Sir..." Cmmdr Assali began. + + "I see it Commander" Malory replied. + 'THOUGH HOW THE HELL DID IT AVOID OUR SENSORS FOR SO LONG...' + + "Lt Penthrach. Send to the Palomine, encoding Styx. + Transmit. + New Contact on an intercept course. Romulan Warbird at high Warp. + Approximate time to intercept 4 minutes. + End Transmission." + + "Yes sir" Penthrach acknowledged. + + Quickly, Malory did an overlay of the relative location of the +WarBird to known StarCharts. + 'HMMM... INTERESTING.. NOW WHY WOULD A WARBIRD WANT TO HIDE +IN A NEBULA....' + + + "Sir, we are picking up a transmission from the Warbird to the +other ship as they are passing.. It is encoded" Penthrach added. + + 'OF COURSE IT IS' Malory thought. + He stared at the tactical display. The Palomine was slowing +to impulse speed, and the DELPHI was slowing right beside it. As both +ships acquired impulse speed, Malory moved shields to full strength and +readied the phasers. + "Mr Qhasmon, hold position momentarily" he ordered. + + Slowly, the Palomine pulled ahead drifting slightly away from the +DELPHI as well as moving up relative to the DELPHI. + 'SO THAT'S HOW HE WANTS TO PLAY IT..' + + "Qhasmon, move us on a course 2 mark 357 from current heading." + + "Yes sir." + + The DELPHI moved away from the Palomine as well, dropping as well, +relative to the Palomine. + Moments passed. + + Malory looked at the viewscreen. + + "Romulan WarBird Decloaking!" Lt Will O'Bourne announced. + + Malory read the tactical information. + "Its shields are up. Forward disruptor array and photon batteries +are armed...". + + "Sir, receiving transmission from the Warbird" Penthrach announced, +sweat beading on his large fingers. + + "On screen." + + "... Federation Starships. Your entry into Romulan space is an +act of war and has been regarded as such. You may choose to surrender your +vessels now or be destroyed." The Romulan Commander spoke impassively. + + Malory recognized him, Commander V'hozen from their previous +encounter. Malory smiled to himself. + + "Link up to communications net of the Palomine Lt." Malory ordered. + + "Link established. Captain Hampton is sending to Romulan Commander.." + + "On Screen." + + "Romulan Commander. This is Captain Lionel Hampton of the Federation +Starship Palomine. One of your vessels recently crossed the Neutral Zone and +engaged a Federation Starship, seriously damaging her. *THAT* constitutes +an act of war..." + + 'SERIOUSLY DAMAGING... THAT'S AN UNDERSTATEMENT IF EVER THERE WAS..' + Malory looked at his tactical display. The Romulan had remained +stationary as the DELPHI and Palomine continued moving away from the +Warbird's centerline. + Malory changed to long range tactical. The larger ship had +discontinued its course and was no slowly coming towards the engagement. +Apparently trying to mask its cloaking emissions by reducing speed. + + "Really, Captain Hampton, of the Federation Starship Palomine" +V'hozen sneered, sarcasm dripping in his voice. "Do you really expect me +to listen to such idiocy... prepare for your destruction..." + + "Penthrach! Send to Palomine, encoding Thetis, + Transmit + 'Mate in 2.5 minutes!' + End Transmission." + + Malory glanced at his console. The Palomine had sped up to one-half +impulse and had brought it photons to full-ready status. The Warbird +was changing attitude, bringing its weapons to bear on the Palomine. + + 'SO BE IT.' + Quickly, he began giving orders. + + "Prepare for attack sequence Delta. Now!" + + O'Bourne's fingers danced along his console. + "Romulan passive sensor emission pattern-locks established." + + "Romulan firing..." + Green bolts of energy and green photon torpedoes hurtled from +the Romulan WarBird Zha'sa towards the Palomine. Most struck the sensor +'ghost' as signaled from the DELPHI. + + "Minor damage to the forward shield of the Palomine." Malory +reported. Although, all the bridge crew save for Lt Penthrach could tell +from their consoles. + "Romulan cloaking." + + Malory stared at his console. The Warbird was moving to +split the two Federation ships. + + "Rear Flanking Now! Qhasmon!" + + + As the DELPHI began turning, keeping its phaser armament towards +the rear of the 'hidden' Romulan Warbird, Malory fired. + On his console he saw the spot where the phasers converged ahead of +the Romulan. + + "Sir? you missed?" O'bourne began. + + "Not Bloody likely!" Malory smiled. + "Watch and learn Lt. + Qhasmon, follow up on Andorian Flank." + + Two photons from the Palomine roared towards the spot where the +DELPHI's phasers converged. Now striking the WarBird as it had been moving +between the two ships. + + "Major damage to the Romulan, Romulan decloaking and raising +shields." + + Malory watched on his console, toggling from short to long range +scans. + "Firing again." + + As the Warbird turned to face the ships again. Phasers from the +DELPHI only slightly preceded those from the Palomine. As well, another +photon from the Palomine struck the Romulan's forward shield, just as it was +rising. + + + Aboard the Zha'sa, Commander V'hozen looked at the tactical +displays. His engines had been heavily damaged. Fires proliferated throughout +his vessel. + + "Now! Sub-Commander. Fire! Sequence 2. Full spread." + V'hozen changed the fire-control sensor frequencies just before +his weapons officer fired. + V'hozen smiled vengefully. + + + + "Romulan changing sensor frequencies!! Attempting to compensate." +O'Bourne yelled. + + Disruptors from the WarBird struck the DELPHI while a volley +of torpedoes struck the Palomine. Both ships reeled. + + "Forward shields are Down! Minor hull damage. + Qhasmon, get us out of here Warp 8 Now!" + + "Aye sir." Qhasmon hissed, not pleased with the apparent abandonment +of the Palomine. + + + + Captain Hampton regained his feet aboard the Palomine. + "Bloody Hell! Match speed with DELPHI. Fire that damned rear +photon as we pass the bastard." + + "Aye sir! + Following DELPHI warp factor 8." + + "Tally Ho and here we go!" Hampton announced. + + "Direct hit with photon! Major damage to the WarBird" Commander +Isgith, weapons officer aboard the Palomine reported. + + + "Good shooting Commander. + Any message from the DELPHI?" + + "One just coming in now sir... + Receiving + 'Pop in for an ale ol' chap..' + End message?" + + "Hah Hah! We did it .. Just like the ole' days Isgith." + + "Sir? I don't quite follow..." + + "Malory just told us that that larger Romulan vessel stopped for +the WarBird.. We are free from pursuit. + Now Let's see what fool damage that bloke did to us.." + + + + +........ ==SARACEN BRIDGE== + + + + + "Entering the AR-27 star-system Sir!" Lt Gunroth Quin, helmsman +for the Saracen reported. + "My god!..." he added as he gazed across the carnage that lay +near the lone planet in the system. + + Tziyn Orgl looked at the viewscreen. Space debris covered +a small part of the system. The saucer of the Estel drifted helplessly +among the other debris. + + "Life Signs? " Orgl said quickly + + "Minimal life signs on the .. Estel .. Negligible power, although +it appears as if gravitational stabilizers are still operational.. +There do appear to be at least a few survivors, sir." + + "Move to a position to establish a tractor beam on the .. Estel.. +Then transport an away team over to look for survivors. Have a second +away team sent to the bridge. See what information can be obtained. I +want to know exactly what happened. here." + + Move ship to red alert, lower shields only for transport." + + "Aye sir." + + + +........ ==STARBASE 89== + + + + + *VHOOSH* + + Admiral Hrgon strode into his office and immediately noticed +Commander Elayne Hause. + + "Commander." Hrgon acknowledged. + + "Sir, messages have just come in. + The Saracen has reported that the Estel has been all but destroyed +in the AR-27 star system. At least one Romulan Scout class vessel was +destroyed as well. The Saracen is currently searching for survivors aboard +the saucer section of the Estel. + + As well, the Palomine has reported that it and the DELPHI found the +remains of the Gallant. It was totally destroyed. A plasma weapon caused +the destruction of the Gallant. Both ships followed an 'eddy current' +trail into Romulan space, only to engage a Romulan Warbird. Significant +damage was done to the Warbird while only minor damage was done to either +the DELPHI or the Palomine. Also, the DELPHI tracked another vessel, +larger than the Warbird class, before the DELPHI and Palomine engaged the +Warbird." + + Hrgon moved towards his desk and then moved to stare out of the +'space-window'. + + "A vessel larger than the Warbird class .... most intriguing.." +he mumbled more to himself than to Commander Hause. + + "Recall the Saracen and have Captain Orgl inform me as soon as +she knows the details of what happened. + Have the DELPHI move back to the area near the AR-27 star system. + Assign the Palomine to the mission that the Gallant was on. + + Also, you should know that we have the confessed murderer of +Commodore Albrit in holding cell 19a, where we are 'further questioning' +him..." + + "Understood sir. Only select security personnel will be placed in +that area." + + "Excellent. + Already he has : confessed to the murder of Albrit, admitted his +Romulan Allegiance, and acknowledged his knowledge of the DELPHI project. +He still denies knowledge of his reassignment order however, and says +that he had no plans to come here... Most curious." + + "Yes sir." + + "Very well, dismissed Commander." + + "Yes sir." Hause left the Admiral's office as he stared into the +inky blackness of space. + + + + +....... ==SARACEN BRIDGE== + + + + + "Message from StarBase 89 sir", Amanda Hearn, communications +officer aboard the Saracen reported. + + "On screen." + + "Captain Orgl, you have been recalled to StarBase 89 as soon +as you have completed your work with the Estel. Inform us of your departure, +and the details obtained from your search. + StarBase 89 out." + + Orgl watched as the face of Commander Hause faded from the +viewscreen. + + "Are the away-teams finished yet?" She asked. + + "Yes sir, we are beaming the last away team back now" Lt Quin +reported. + + "What is their assessment of the Estel?" + + "Sir, they report that the Estel is structurally at fault and is +no longer sound. They have proclaimed it non-salvageable." + + "Very well, move us to optimum firing range and load forward +torpedo bays." + + "Yes sir." + + Slowly the Saracen moved away from the Estel, releasing its +tractor-beam grip of the saucer. + + "Fire." + + Three photon torpedoes exploded, destroying what was left of the +Estel. + + "Inform StarBase 89 that we are en route. Our analysis is as yet +incomplete. As well, our mission in the Antillian asteroid belt was not +completed either. + Set course and engage at Warp 8. + + I will be in sickbay." + + + + +........ ==DELPHI CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM== + + + + + "Well Perc ol' chap, it was bloody good working with you again son." + + "My pleasure Captain. Glad you were with me. It seemed just like +old times aboard the Achilles..." + + "That it did lad.. That it did.." + + "Sir, message from StarBase 89." Penthrach's voice came through +Malory's communicator. + + "Sorry to drink and run.." Malory said, raising his mug to the +PAD viewscreen showing Captain Hampton. + + "No bother lad. We'll be seeing more of each other I'm sure.. +I've got a message coming in here as well.. Godspeed Percival.." +Hampton said with a boyish grin, raising his glass. + + "Hampton out." + + Malory raised his own mug to the PAD viewscreen, as Hampton +faded out. + Malory took the incoming message on his PAD as well. + + "Captain Malory, the DELPHI has been reassigned to continue +into the AR-28 star system. While en route however, move to the +Antillian Asteroid belt. We have reason to believe that there is a +transmitter of some kind there. The Saracen was unable to find it. + Also, the Estel has been destroyed in an attack in the +AR-27 star system. Details are still unknown. + + StarBase 89 out." + + Malory looked deeply into his mug as the blond-haired, blue-eyed +image of Commander Hause faded from his PAD viewscreen. + + He took another swallow and then walked onto the bridge. + 'TIME TO MOVE AHEAD PERC...' + + "Mr. Qhasmon, set course for the Antillian Asteroid belt, +warp 7. It seems as if we have some unfinished business there. + + "Yes sir." Qhasmon said, as the DELPHI banked and surged +away. + + + + +........ ==SARACEN SICKBAY== + + + + + *VHOOSH* + + Captain Orgl entered her own sickbay. Immediately her senses +were bombarded. Her ears heard moans while her nose smelled burnt +flesh and burnt uniforms. Her eyes saw the anguish in the battered faces +of the less than 20 survivors of the Estel. + + "Doctor. Report.." She said, as she moved towards the chief +medical officer of the Palomine. + + "Sir, I have very very little new information to report. + I have somehow managed to stabilize the Kzinti. It is very +incredible indeed that he managed to survive after suffering that large an +amount of blood loss and trauma. + I am thinking though, that even when the poor fellow does regain +consciousness, he will still not be speaking with you.." Doctor Amarnath Singh +reported, in a thick accent. + + "And why is that Doctor?" + + "The reason is very simple Captain. At some point, the Kzinti +managed to have his throat slit. Naturally, this is what caused him to +loose so much blood. As well however his esophagus and larynx were +grieveously damaged. + He will be speaking again I am sure, only it will take some time for +his new set of chords to grow properly into his larynx. + + "What about the other bridge officer who was found." + + "Ahh yes, Lt Cmmdr Julien Alexandre. He has substained multiple +fractures in the arms and ribs, as well as experiencing slight swelling +of the brain. All ailments are under control however, and he should be +able to speak with you as soon as he awakens..." + + Orgl looked down at the former Captain of the Estel. His large +body was still covered in blood and burned fur. His neck fur had been +removed so that the Doctor could tend his wounds, and the band of +skin looked almost like a collar. There was only a small mark of a scar. + Orgl could only shake her head. + + "Inform me when the Commander awakens then." + + "Which one sir?" + + "Either doctor. Either one." + + Orgl exited the sickbay, for all of the space, it had still been +crowded inside, and Orgl couldn't get the faces of all of those people +out of her mind. Just as she couldn't get the destruction of the Estel +out of her mind as well.. It was as if a part of her had died as well. + 'WHEN ONE OF US IS LOST ... WE ALL SUFFER' she thought, +as she made her way back to the solace of her quarters. + + In space, the remains of the Estel and the Gathis, continued +drifting in the AR-27 star system. A message to the future, from an +instant in the past. + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!nntp.msstate.edu!Ra.MsState.Edu!sks1 +From: sks1@Ra.MsState.Edu (Sujay Shaunak) +Subject: DELPHI : Chapter 11 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@ra.msstate.edu +Nntp-Posting-Host: ra.msstate.edu +Organization: Mississippi State University +Date: Thu, 8 Apr 1993 02:42:59 GMT +Lines: 986 + + + + + + + +DELPHI : Chapter 11 + + "Foreshadowing" + + + + Percival Malory winced slightly as Dr Mayak completed her +tests. + "Well Captain. It appears as if your back is healing quite +nicely... Surprising as that may be..." Mayak commented. + + "Surprising Doctor? You were the one who fixed it after all..." +Malory replied, a smile dancing on the corners of his mouth. + + Mayak stared. + "All of my work on your back could easily have gone for nought +as you disobeyed Doctor's orders. You should have cleared your +excercise routine, which involved combat with Lt Qhasmon, with me +before you attempted something that strenuous..." + + Malory looked at the Doctor. The blue eyes that were set in +her porcelain face looked very angry. + + "Alright Doctor, I admit I did push the back a little +hard. Still, everything is fine now. What is the problem?" + + Mayak shook her head slowly. + "That, Captain. That is the problem." + + "What?" Malory questioned, eyes narrowing and then opening +again. + "Ever since you've come aboard you have been distant and +aloof, as if holding something against me... I would like to know +what that is Doctor." Malory said as he stood up, getting off of +the sickbay bed. + + "I know you Captain.." Mayak began. + + "I didn't think we had met before this ..." + + "I know your type. I could tell from the moment I saw you. +You are one of those people who does things in the last instant, +relying on improvisation rather than preparation, and then commending +yourself for it. You push yourself to the edge and then laugh off +the danger, while you tiptoe on the brink of disaster. + You are one of the ones who puts his ship in danger through +lack of preparation and then is heralded as a hero when there are only +minor casualties from the incident. + To you, those casualty lists are numbers and names. To me, +those are people. People whom I have tried my best to save, but who +were dead anyway. People die under Captain's like you..." + Mayak regained her composure. + + "I see" Malory replied. + + Mayak looked again. Somehow, Malory had grown older in her +eyes. For once she saw the tell-tale lines of care and worry across +his face. His face was mature and grim, rather than boyish and +impatient. + + "I'm glad that we got this out into the open. + Now let me tell you something Doctor. I care for *EVERY* +person aboard this ship. What happens to the crew happens to me. Yes, +people have died under my command, and I have watched as friends died +while I lived. I don't fear death Doctor, but I do not go out of my +way to confront it. You may see the dead body, but I see the family +that that body belongs to.. So don't you begin to lecture me about +death Doctor, for I have seen my measure of it." Malory stood +straight, rather than in his characteristic half-slouch, his eyes +clear, and intense. + + Suddenly the picture changed, and Mayak saw the youthful grin +and mischief in those blue eyes. + "Lt Penthrach has said that he will be cooking a meal for the +senior staff. As a member of this group, you are invited..." + Malory gave a slight bow and then strode out of the sickbay. + + Mayak shook her head and watched as he left, doubts and +misgivings dancing in her head. + + + +....SARACEN BRIDGE..... + + + + Captain Orgl analyzed the information that the away teams +had obtained, preparing her report. + + "Lt Hearn, prepare to send a message to StarBase 89. + + --Transmit-- + + Admiral Hrgon, here are our current findings with regards +to the Estel incident. + The Estel was attacked by a pair of Romulan Scout-class vessels, +and was forced to take the initial salvo on its rear shields. At this +point, the Estel began transmitting a message, which was promptly jammed +by one of the Romulan Scouts. + Of course, this Scout had to decloak in order to jam the +Estel's message, so the Estel immediately fired on the exposed +ship, seriously damaging it. + The other Scout decloaked to the rear of the Estel, and knocked +down the Estel's rear shields. The Estel turned to face the undamaged +Scout, unavoidably exposing it's down rear shields to the damaged Scout. +The damaged Scout quickly transported a boarding party to the Estel. + The Romulans' attempt at capturing the Estel via boarding party +failed completely, as exemplarary preparations for such a contingency +had already been made by the Estel's crew, namely Cmmdr Grtag +and Lt Cmmdr Alexandre. + The damaged Scout was able to manage a final shot on the Estel +as the Estel traded salos with the undamaged Scout. The left warp nacele +was struck in this exchage and exploded. + The Estel separated its saucer from the secondary hull only +moments before the other nacelle exploded as well. All three vessels +were further damaged by this explosion, which in turn lead to the +destruction and explosion of the first Scout. + We found the saucer of the Estel adrift in the star system and +could find no trace of the other Scout, although we believe that it must +have sustained considerable damage. + This concludes my report of our preliminary information. + + + --End Transmission--" + + Orgl leaned back into her command chair. The evidence gathered +by her away teams had given her a newfound respect for Commander Grtag +as well as the sturdiness of the old Excelsior-class ships. + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + Aboard the DELPHI, Lt Will O'Bourne paced on the bridge. +His pace carried him from below the ORACLE 2 position to below +the ORACLE 1 position and back again. He glanced around. + The Saurian, Ensign K'S'A manned the communications console, +Lt Zalvosta stood at tactical, and Ensign Naine Findel sat at ORACLE 1. +The Benzite, Ensign Kpreda, one of only two benzites aboard the +DELPHI sat at helm. Ensign Ori Bothgar sat at O'Bourne's position, +ORACLE 2. The young Tellarian grunted at O'Bourne's gaze. More +disturbing however, Ensign Findel smiled when she noticed O'Bourne's +gaze. + O'Bourne felt his face grow warm and he continued his pacing. + + "Lt. I'm sure you're going to wear down a path in the floor +if you continue.. Sir." Lt Zalvosta smiled as well. + + "Right", O'Bourne stammered, and promptly sat in the Captain's +chair. + Zalvosta merely shook her head, she was tempted to laugh. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + Pungent aromas wafted throughout the quarters of Lt Olgin +Penthrach. + + "That smells fantastic Mr Penthrach!" exclaimed Assali. + Murmurs of appreciation from all of the senior staff present +followed. + + "What is it?" asked Lt Garin Meede, staring at the mass of +yellow in the square container. Meede could only recognize mushrooms +and tomatoes along the surface of the yellow mass. + + "My friends, come and enjoy.. Dinner is served!" + + Each crewmember present, Assali, Korn, Malory, Meede, Qhasmon +and Penthrach enjoyed a fair helping of the dish. + + "Captain... do you realize how hard you have been pushing the +engines.." Korn began, while eating a mouthful of the yellowish mass. + + "Later, Lt. This is time to relax. Speak with me while we are +on shift, but I assure that everything was necessary." + + + *BLEAOP* + + "Come in" Penthrach urged. + + *VHOOSH* + + The door opened and Dr Mayak walked in. She was dressed in +a form-fitting blue jumpsuit with a thin white chemise covering it. +All eyes in the room, save for Meede's and Qhasmon's instantly +riveted on her. + + "I hope I didn't miss the dinner Mr Penthrach.." + + "Of course not Dr.. We were all just commenting on how much +nicer this get together would be if you were here..." Penthrach said +with a broad smile.. + + "I'm sure.. " she said, a slight twinkle in her eye. + + She nodded towards Malory and he winked in response. + + Meede cautiously ate the substance. + "Very.. palatable ... Lt Penthrach.." he said finally, after +slowly swirling it around in his mouth. It was rather fluffy and +did not require a great deal of chewing on Meede's part. + + "Thank you Mr. Meede.." + + "Mr. Penthrach, how did you go about learning how to cook all +of these dishes.. I know you use the replicator, but this is much better +than anything that I have replicated ...." Assali spoke up, enjoying +the meal. + + "Well Mr Assali, while I was growing up on earth, I spent a lot +of time with my maternal grandmother. She related a story to me one +day about a young boy and girl who went to a house made of candy... +The story went on from there, but I couldn't get the images of +candy out of my head." + Penthrach smiled, and rubbed his sizeable stomach. + "Or my belly.. + At any rate, from that point, my grandmother began teaching me +how to cook using the replicators. As well, it was her who sparked my +interest in languages.. She was considered 'uneducated' but could +speak more languages fluently than I can speak now!" + + "I propose a toast then, to Lt Penthrach and his most splendid +grandmother.." Malory raised his glass. + + "Whatever is this called Lt?" Mayak spoke up as she started on +her first helping. + + "Why, it is called Quiche I believe.. It was one of my +grandmother's favorite dishes." + + "Quite good." + + "Thank you." + + "Captain are you sure that.." Korn began again. + + "Mr Korn, I am sure that we will discuss this in the morning, +now is neither the time nor place", Malory stated. + + "This would make an excellent food ration.." Meede commented +to Assali. + "Possibly. I would have been lucky to get the amount of food as +this every several days when I was growing up.. It seems very sustaining" +Assali responded. + + Lt X'anfrey Qhasmon remained silent. + + As the officers finished their meal and the conversation began +to die, the group began to disperse, saying their "thank-you's" and +"goodnights". Last to leave was Lt Qhasmon. + + "Thank you Lt Penthrach. The meal reminded me of a dish my +SOGRNI used to make.. Thank you." Qhasmon bowed slightly as he left, +leaving Penthrach alone. + + + +....ROMULAN SPACE.... + + + + In space three ships shimmered into existence, each a size +larger than the next. + Praetor Kh'arna sat at his table in his briefing room. +Silently, the door opened and Commanders Quarne and V'hozen entered. + + "Your reports Commanders...." + + Quarne began first. + "Praetor. The Gathis and Vorthai engaged and destroyed the +Federation starship Estel. The Gathis was destroyed in the battle. +The Vorthai suffered damage but is now almost completely operational." + + Kh'arna looked at V'hozen. + "Praetor. The Zha'sa engaged two federation vessels, the +Palomine and the DELPHI" V'hozen veritably spat out the name DELPHI. + "Minor damage was done to the Federation ships, while the +Zha'sa suffered extensive damage. We learned that our initial +weapons' salvo was disrupted by false information fed to our targetting +sensors by the DELPHI. Our second salvo, which was fired with shifted +sensor frequencies, encountered no such disruption." + + The room was silent and the slate-grey stone table was the +loudest thing in the room for several moments. Finally, Kh'arna spoke. +His voice was like a dry wind over dead leaves. + + "Commanders. Such losses and damages are unacceptable. You +will both be given one more chance to redeem yourselves before you are +sent to command mining frigates! + Commander V'hozen, you will take the Zha'sa to outpost 4 where +it will be refitted. + Commander Quarne, your ship will serve as escort to the Karise. + + You are dismissed Commanders." + + Wordlessly, V'hozen and Quarne left. + Kh'arna remained seated at the head of the table. He placed his +hands face down on the smooth surface, and thought. + + + +....STARBASE 89... + + + + "Well FORMER Lieutenant Yarin.... what else do you have to say +for yourself!" Hrgon bellowed. + + "n-n-n-othing si-i-r... I .. hh-a-ve- to-old y-ou a-l-l th-at +I kn-ow.." Yarin croaked. His voice was cracked and his throat was +parched. + + "And do you expect me to believe what a confessed murderer and +traitor has to say? WHAT ARE YOU HOLDING BACK!!" Hrgon roared. + + "n-n-nothing si-i-r.." Yarin slooped his head forward. +He had been confined to the force-field cell which was only 3 feet by 3 +feet by 5 feet for over 2 days now, and had been given only minimal food +supplies. + + Standing beside Yarin, Hrgon was not convinced. + "I'll be back later Mr Yarin", he threatened, as he left the +holding area. + + Hrgon strode briskly about the Starbase, finally reaching his +office. As expected, Commander Hause was there. + "Admiral the Saracen will be arriving in less than 20 minutes. +As well, the Targon is scheduled to arrive in 1.5 hours." + + "Excellent Commander, I have read the report from Captain Orgl. +Have her and Lt Commander Alexandre from the Estel report here +immediately upon arrival. As well, have Commander Sardoc of the Targon +report as soon as his ship arrives. + + "Yes Admiral." Hause exited. + + Hrgon looked at his large star map, showing the distribution of +Federation forces. His area was the Neutral zone, and he did not like +his distribution at all... + + + +....ROMULAN WARBIRD THESIA.... + + + + "Commander.. We are reading unusual gravitational eddys in the +nearby Nebula. Intermittent energy pulses have also been detected. The +entire gas-cloud is composed of highly ionized particles." + + "I am aware of this, Sub-Commander", Commander Gho'dan of the +Romulan WarBird Thesia spoke. + + "What are the readings in this system." + + "Commander. The blue-white star has 2 planets in orbit. Both are +unremarkable, containing only typical ores and metals. One planet does +have a small moon orbiting it. The only remarkable characteristic is the +proximity of this star system to the Dark Nebula." + + "Sub-Commander, you must learn to look beyond the mundane. +The planet with the moon will be a perfect place... + Pilot, move us to a position where the gravitational attraction +of the planet is equal to the attraction of the moon. This position +should be between the planet and its moon." + + "Yes Commander." + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + "Approaching the Antillian Asteroid belt" Lt Qhasmon reported. + + "Bring us down to one-quarter impulse speed as you feel +appropriate Lt. Then move us to the position last marked by the Saracen", +Malory ordered. + + Malory looked at the tactical display, and then over at Cmmdr +Assali, who was occupying the ORACLE 1 position. + "I have brought phasers to ready status.." Malory announced. + + Within minutes, the DELPHI had deftly navigated the asteroid +field to the coordinates previously marked by the Saracen. + + "Commander? What have you got?" Malory asked. + + "Nothing sir. Just the understandable amounts of debris and +metal.." + Assali grinned. + "And a bunch of rocks...". + + 'WHAT BETTER HIDING PLACE FOR A TRANSMITTER..' + + "Hmmm, look for something with a power source.. Or better yet, +look for an object that is warmer relative to the rest of the debris." + + "Scanning....." Assali watched as the data from ORACLE poured +out in front of him. With greater accuracy than any other sensors in +StarFleet, ORACLE began sifting the data. + + Seconds turned into minutes. + + "I have a match. Object bearing 27 mark 23." + + "Has ORACLE run a complete check on this object?" + + "Yes Captain. We have deduced that it is a cyclic Romulan +Transmitter." + + "Can you tell me any more about it?" + + "Cross-referencing... Yes!" Assali perused the information. + + "These are bad news sir. They are equipped with a built-in +auto-destruct to prevent tampering, or movement with a tractor beam. +Typically they monitor all transmissions within a fixed area and then +broadcast these in a single pulse every 24 to 96 hours." + + "Sir, won't the Romulans know that we know about this if we +inform the Starbase?" O'bourne asked. + + "Of course, Lt, that's why we will use some subtlety...." + + "Lt Penthrach, open a channel to StarBase 89." + + "Channel opened sir..." Penthrach responded. + + "This is Commander Hause, how may we be of assistance DELPHI?" + + Malory smiled. + "In regards to our mission to this asteroid belt as ordered by +the Admiral.. We have pronounced this area unsafe for travel and will +set up a marker bouey appropriately, so that other ships can know where +the danger is.." + + Hause looked puzzled for a moment. + "I see. I will inform the Admiral then... StarBase out." + + Malory smiled. + From tactical his fingers played along the console. + + Assali smiled. + "Bouey set sir. Less than 30 feet from the transmitter..Excellent +placement." + + "Thank you.. + Now, Mr Qhasmon, set a course for the AR-28 star system. Engage +at warp speed as soon as we are clear of the asteroid belt." + + "Yes sir." + + Under the skillful guidance of Qhasmon, the DELPHI easily exited +the asteroid field, leaving a marker bouey to show a later ship where the +Romulan transmitter was. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + Lt Garin Meede paused in the middle of his excercise routine +as Lt Zalvosta approached. + "Yes Lt ?" He asked, even before she asked her question. + + "Hello Lt Meede. You don't mind if I excercise as well do you?" +she said. + + "Of course not Lt, excercise is one of the best things a security +officer can do." + + "Of course sir." + + As Meede resumed his workout, nearly maxing out the load on the +machine, Zalvosta began her workout as well, although it was much more +difficult for her to concentrate while Meede was around. + 'GO AHEAD ANNA.. DO IT!!! ' she told herself, but remained +silent. + + The two ranking security members continued their workout in +silence. + + + +....STARBASE 89.... + + + + "So, you set up a program so that as soon as anyone beamed +onto either the bridge or main engineering, your transporter system +would beam them to the same place, while failing to transport any +power sources for weapons..." Admiral Hrgon reiterated. + + "Yes sir". Lt Cmmdr Julien Alexandre said wearily. His head +still pounded and he had been "debriefed" for over 2 days now. +With his eye that was not covered with a patch, Alexandre stared +at the Tellarian admiral. + + Something seemed to give for a moment in the Admiral's +countenance. + + "Very good Commander. I will leave you to your rest now. Both +you and Cmmdr Grtag are to be commended for your dealing with the +Romulan boarding parties. I am giving you both a StarFleet Commendation." + + "Thank you sir", Alexandre said weakly, his strength was finally +beginning to give out. + + He had been kept in isolationary sickbay ever since he could +remember waking, his only companions, an occasional attendant, a doctor, +and Admiral Hrgon. + 'I WONDER WHERE THE OTHER CREWMEMBERS ARE... AT LEAST I KNOW +THAT GRTAG MADE IT ANYWAY..' + He was surprised that no one had come to see him, even though +he was in isolation. + 'WHY AM I IN ISOLATION FOR THAT MATTER..' the thought reeled +as Alexandre easily fell asleep. + + + +....STARBASE 89.... + + + + Commander Elayne Hause stood across from Admiral Hrgon +as he stared out the large bay window in his officer. + + "Grtag and Alexandre did well.." Hrgon began, to +Hause's surprise. + + "Yes sir. It will be hard to tell them that only 12 others +besides themselves have survived this far." + + "Has the DELPHI come across anything yet?" + + "Yes Admiral, we received a message from the DELPHI saying +that it was leaving a marker for "dangerous areas"." + + Hrgon grunted. + "Ha ha. Excellent. When we send the Saracen back, make sure +to include a specialist team so that we can reconfigure whatever +transmitter it was that the DELPHI found." + + "Yes sir. + Also, the Targon has joined the Palomine on its patrol as ordered." + + "Good." + + Hrgon turned and looked at his StarChart. + 'THINGS ARE GETTING BETTER IT SEEMS....' + + "Anything else Commander?" + + "No sir." + + "Dismissed then." + + Hrgon turned to stare out at the stars as Hause left. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + "ArchDuke to level 3" Assali spoke. + + "Excellent move Akimbe" Malory answered, as he gazed at the +three-tiered chessboard before him. His eyebrows were slightly +furrowed in concentration. + "Champion to level 1 .. Check." + + Assali stared blankly at the board, Malory's move seemed a very +poor choice, although it did succeed in at least stalling Assali from +his plan. + 'I WONDER...' + Assali began checking the board, looking for some hidden feint. +Several seconds elapsed. Assali glanced at the chronometer, which +indicated that he had thirty seconds left before his move was forfeit. + 'HA, THERE IT IS..' deftly, Assali moved a piece to cut off +the supposed Malory feint while breaking the 'check'. + + Malory smiled slowly. Assali wondered. + "Canon to level 2.. Check and mate.. Mr Assali, excellent game." + + Assali shook his head slowly and grinned. + "And you too sir. Very good move. I didn't think that was your +best move..It was a well-disguised mate." + + "Thank you. It was little more than luck that that piece was in +the right spot, actually.." Malory spoke. + + Assali felt as if he knew better. He yawned. + "Well.. Some of us have to wake up in the morning.." Assali +smiled. + + "I can empathize.. Believe me... + Good evening Commander, and again, excellent game." Malory +rose, seeing Assali to the door of his cabin. + + *VHOOSH* + + "Good night Sir." Assali said as he walked away. + + *VHOOSH* + + Malory stood alone in his cabin. The DELPHI was still en route +to the AR-28 star-system as was evidenced by the stars streaking outside +of Malory's viewport. + Malory smiled as he gazed out at the stars. + 'NOW THAT WAS FUN..' he thought, as he himself yawned. He shook +his head slightly and began to prepare for sleep. + + + +....PALOMINE BRIDGE.... + + + + Aboard the U.S.S. Palomine, Captain Lionel Hampton watched +as the sleek tri-maraned Targon eased into a parallel course. +The Targon used the standard oval saucer-shaped primary hull and +had two underslung warp engines. Rather than having a secondary +hull above the primary, like the Nebula-class Palomine, the +Orazzin-class Targon had an additional warp nacelle. Arguably, +the Targon was one of the fastest ships in the fleet. + + Hampton had set up the meeting so that both ships converged +at the location of the remains of the Gallant. + + Aboard the Targon, Lt Edwin, the communications officer for the +Targon, looked on as his message console bleeped. + + "Incoming message Captain." + + Cmmdr Sardoc, Captain of the Targon spoke smoothly, + "Continue." + + "This is Captain Hampton of the Palomine. We will be moving +into the Neutral Zone to explore a nearby Nebula.. I believe this +to be a staging area for possible Romulan advance forces.. + Prepare yourselves, for we enter the zone in 15 minutes. + Hampton out." + + Sardoc remained impassive in his Captain's chair. + "Lt Edwin, inform the crew that we will be entering the +Neutral Zone." + + "Yes sir" Edwin replied quickly. + + "Cmmdr Rieht.." Sardoc addressed his first officer, "Move us +to yellow alert and prepare to move us to red alert." + + "Yes sir" Rieht responded as the yellow lights began flashing. + + Slowly the two ships began moving towards the Neutral Zone, +still preparing themselves before entry.. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + Aboard the DELPHI, in rec room 1, Akimbe Assali stood alone. +He gazed up at the pair of horizontal bars before him, one was higher +than the other. With a jump he grabbed the lower bar, and began +swinging himself. After a moment, he had built up enough momentum so +that he vaulted to the second bar, catching it while his legs had +crossed above it. + From this position, Assali inverted himself on the higher bar, +and proceeded to do a handstand. He held this position for several +moments as sweat beeded down his face. As he retained his grip, he +began swinging, causing his body to seemingly orbit the higher bar. + Suddenly, he released his grip and vaulted through the air, +only to land firmly on his feet. + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + "We have now entered the AR-28 star-system sir." + Ensign Kpreda, secondary helmsman for the DELPHI reported. + + O'Bourne was currently standing in front of the helm +position, so he turned and faced the Ensign. He watched as the +Benzite inhaled from the special mixture of gasses that allowed him +to respirate properly. + + "Thank you Ensign.." O'Bourne said shakily. + + "Ensign Findel, what do we have on standard sweeps?" He continued. + + Naine Findel looked down at her ORACLE 1 console. + + "It is a rather typical star-system with a blue-white primary. +There are two class-D planets. I believe that there is a moon on the +far side of one of the planets, although it is difficult to be certain +due to our approach vector.. that would be the most likely explanation +for the orbital perturbations of the planet.. otherwise nothing +notable to report.. + Sir, you may be more interested in the Dark Nebula before us..." + + "I know about it already Ensign.. Astronomy was one of my +favorite classes at the Academy.. This is one of the largest known +nebulae. and is completely devoid of stellar formations, as far as has +been determined..." O'Bourne began to ramble. + + "Sir" Findel interrupted, "You may want to note that we are +picking up unusual gravitational wells in the Nebula.. as well, the +whole gas-dust field is ionized .. bordering on plasma in some places.." + + "I..uh.. Thank you Ensign.." O'Bourne stammered. + + "Ensign K'S'A transmit to StarBase 89 that we have entered the +AR-28 star system." + + "Yes-sir", the Saurian responded quickly. + + O'Bourne looked at the blue-white star, which bordered so +close to the inky mass of blackness. Slowly, the DELPHI began moving +through the system. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + "HORTHO" Malory and Qhasmon said as one, as they both faced +each other. Malory was wielding two thin blades, not unlike rapiers. +Qhasmon as well was wielding two weapons, a blade and a hand flail... + + Delicately, they "danced". Each circling the other warily, +looking for any sign of weakness. + Qhasmon moved first, his blade being deftly parried by Malory, +who chose that moment to use his other blade. Qhasmon's flail deflected +it easily however, and they again began their dance. + This time, Malory surged in, thinking he could land a blow before +Qhasmon could react with his flail, he was wrong. Easily Qhasmon parried +with one blade while again deflecting the other with the flail.. + They danced. + + + +....ROMULAN WARBIRD THESIA.... + + + + Unseen, and undetected, the Romulan Warbird Thesia hung +suspended in space. + "Commander, we have intercepted a transmission from the DELPHI. +It must be almost directly opposite us, with the planet in between." + + "Good. + Sub-Commander.. Decloak. + Arm all weapons and prepare for full impulse. + We will strike hard, swift, and mortally." + + A moment passed. + + "We are ready.." + + "Engage full impulse .. ready weapons.." + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + Will O'Bourne looked on, mouth agape as the Romulan Warbird +moved onto the viewscreen. It had come from behind the second planet.. + + "Sir. The Romulan's weapons are fully charged..." Ensign +Findel pointed out. + + "Bothgar .. JAM Romulan sensors!!" O'Bourne yelled, staring +at the young Tellarian. + + Ori Bothgar began manipulating the ORACLE 2 controls.. this time, +he wasn't quite fast enough however... + + "Helm .. uh.. Full impulse .. evasive maneuvers... + Move us to Red Alert..." + + "Incoming." Bothgar grunted, frustrated with the console. + +.... + + Assali fell as he had been on the top bar performing a hand stand +above the bar. + His shoulder hurt. + + 'WHAT WAS THAT...' He winced as he ran out of the +room, on the way to he bridge. In the corridor, he met +Qhasmon and Malory. They were also waiting for the turbolift. + + "What the HELL happened?" Malory questioned. + + Assali shrugged, as the red alert klaxons began blaring. + + + +....DELPHI.... + + + + Yeoman Bronsdale and Yeoman Albert regained their feet after +both slamming into the walls of one of the corridors on deck 13 +aboard the DELPHI. + + "Brons.. Look, there ahead", Albert pointed out. + + The corridor ahead of them was engulfed in flames and a +section of wall had fallen at an angle. + + "Yeah, Alb, I see it", Bronsdale responded, rubbing his shoulder +slightly. + "My God, I think there's someone trapped under there..." he added +quickly. + + The flames raced along the fallen wall section, the two security +members heard screams. + + "Quick.. let's do it Brons! " Albert shouted. + + "Do what! There's nothing we can do." Bronsdale answered +heatedly. + + "We've got to try.." Albert responded. + + The screams continued. + + Both began reacting. Quickly, they tore their duty tunics and +began spitting on their hands, wiping the saliva along their hands and +faces.. + They moved towards the fallen wall.. the heat was unbearable.. +They tried lifting as flames began closing with them. Instantly, perspire +dripped off of the duo. They grunted with exertion and pain. + + "..It's .. not .. moving..." Albert said first.. +His lungs were choked and his hands and face were hot.. + + "It's .. no good... Alb..." Bronsdale echoed. + + Both Albert and Bronsdale stopped their efforts and backed away +quickly, just as the section they had been holding began flaming... + + The screams had stopped.... + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + Shakily, O'Bourne got to his feet. + "Direct hit, warp power is fluctuating... Forward shields are +down.. Casualties .. Deck 13.. " Zalvosta reported. + + "Uhh... Err.. Umm.. Ahead full impulse... get us to that +Nebula maintain evasive maneuvers as possible.. + Ensign Bothgar, continuous Romulan shift sweep.." + + "Yes sir", Bothgar grunted. + The Romulans' weapons' systems were locking on much quicker than +Bothgar had anticipated. + + O'Bourne put his hands to his head... He couldn't think of +anything else to do.. + + + +....ROMULAN WARBIRD THESIA.... + + + + "Excellent, Sub-commander." Commander Gho'dan spoke. +Gho'dan mentally replayed the scene where two of the Warbird's photon +torpedos, as well as all of her phasers struck the DELPHI.. + + "Commander, DELPHI is moving to the Nebula.." + + "FIRE!!" + + The Warbird had turned around after its initial battle-pass, +and was now attacking the rear of the DELPHI. A quartet of green +photon torpedos surged forward. + + + +....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + + "Incoming! Rear Quarter..." Bothgar grunted. + + The DELPHI shook... + + "Rear shields held ... barely .. only minor hull damage" Zalvosta +reported quickly. + "Only two of the torps struck us. Fires on deck 13 ... damage +control responding.." she added. + + + *VHOOSH* + + Malory, Assali and Qhasmon stepped out of the turbolift. + + "Lt! Report Now!" Malory ordered, face chiseled. + + Before he could get a response from the Lt O'Bourne, the +current duty officer, the DELPHI was buffeted and the lights dimmed. + + After the fact, Ensign Kpreda spoke ,"We have entered the +Dark Nebula of AR-28." His statement was cut short as Qhasmon virtually +tore him from the seat as he began assuming Kpreda's duties. + Instantly, he began moving the DELPHI off of its initial entry +heading. Helm response was sluggish however. + + "Sir!" O'Bourne responded, sweat running down his face. + "We were attacked by a Romulan WarBird... Sensor Jamming was +only partially effective.." O'Bourne began + + Malory waved him off as he and Assali stood beside Lt Zalvosta +and looked at the tactical information. The display was fluctuating. + + "Captain.. ORACLE is going off line.. I can't stop it.." Ensign +Findel reported, flustered. + + Malory gazed at the forward viewscreen, it was pitch black. + + The DELPHI was moving almost totally blind through an ionized +gas field, while being pursued by a Romulan WarBird.. + 'I HATE MORNINGS..' Malory thought as he stroked his beardless +chin in reflection.... + + + +.....DELPHI BRIDGE.... + + + "The DELPHI has entered the Dark Nebula Commander." Romulan +Sub-Commander Taris, aboard the Romulan WarBird Thesia reported. + + "I see, Sub-Commander... Reduce speed and pursue... They +will not go far... + Fire again .. along the last known course of the DELPHI. + Prepare for Nebula entry..." + + Four green photon torpedoes disappeared into the darkness... + + Eerily, the WarBird slowed as it dove into the inky blackness. + + 'SO. THE ZHA'SA WAS SERIOUSLY DAMAGED BY THE DELPHI... THAT +SHALL ONLY MAKE MY VICTORY MORE IMPRESSIVE AS I CAPTURE THAT PATHETIC +CRAFT.. + NOW .. WE HUNT..' Romulan Commander Gho'da thought, a smile +of steel etched itself in his face of granite. + +..... + + +-- +---- + Sujay S. ---- "Sooge" sks1@ra.msstate.edu + Senior, Computer Engineering Mississippi State University + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/derelict b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/derelict new file mode 100644 index 00000000..8add1774 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/derelict @@ -0,0 +1,1399 @@ +-*- Posted by Lawrence Wright, Sysop of Silicon Heaven BBS +-*- 10pm -> 6.30am GMT on +44 (0) 626 834331 + + + +DERELICT +by P.D Hubbard. + + +Part 1. + +Cast a eye into the heavens and you can see for years, yes, +years. When you view into space, you are looking back in time +to the past. A star maybe six thousand light years away but you +are seeing that star as it was six thousand years ago. A the +moment you view it, it may not be in existence, snuffed out in +the nuclear heat of a Supernova or just shrinking away, boiling +a bit of itself off into space, getting smaller and smaller until +it just winks out. + +The early explorers of space realised this. Time was the enemy. +Time would always catch up with you in the end. Hypersleep would +offset the effects of the ravages of time but you could never +beat it. Old father time moves on in his relentless march. + +A man, a native of Earth, gave the answer. By warping the very +fabric of space, time and space could be sidestepped. Vast +galactic stretches of space were for the offing. Many years +after this discovery, vast Starliners cruised the spacelanes with +the rich and wealthy on board. On the other side of the coin, +there were losses. A starship might go off on a mission, never +to return. In a few cases, the fate of the starships was known +but in most cases, they just disappeared into the night of space, +almost as if a enraged time, cheated of his prey for so long, had +exacted his revenge. But, as technology improved, the losses +diminished and man expanded across the galaxy. + + + + +The USS Enterprise, NCC1701D, cruised the eternal night. A +Galaxy class Starship, she was the latest vessel to ply the +starways. Packed with the best equipment that the Federation had +to offer and a Warp drive with enough power to light a small +country, she was a tough prospect to tackle. True, they had +nearly come to grief in a Borg encounter at system J25 and had +the scars to show, she was still the best, a formidable ship, and +the flagship of the United Federation of Planets. + +In Ten Forward, the senior officers and many junior staff were +indulging in a spot of light relaxation. Music was on the menu +tonight and Lieutenant Commander Data was doing his best to +please them with a rendition of Tocata and Fuge, played in D +minor. Data, being a Android, was as usual, perfect, never +bumming a note. If he did, he would want to know why. +With a final flourish, the music was brought to its conclusion. +The audience was most appreciative, and Data, if he was Human, +would have lapped it up. Being Data however, and with no ego to +flaunt, this never happened. Stepping off the stage, he +approached the senior officers. + +Picard turned and addressed Data. 'Mr Data.....Congratulations, +and if I may say, a most unusual choice of music'. + +'Thank you Sir' replied Data. 'Actually, I have Mr LaForge to +thank. As part of my studies into the Human condition, he has +been providing me with films from the latter part of the +twentieth century. In a attempt into helping me discover what +scares people, I have been watching films from The Pit And The +Pendulum thought to the latter, so called splurge movies of the +chainsaw variety. I find the latter most worrying'. + +'I agree with you totally Mr Data. I remember seeing that movie +for the first time whilst on a psychology course at the Academy +in a insight into 20th century values. Thank god we grew out of +them. Where did you get the piece from?'. + +Data mused for a few moments. 'The piece in question has no +generic film as a basis. However, it is usually connected with +a actor called Vincent Price, a real master of his profession. +He most of his films, he played the Organ with a great relish'. + +'Data' cut in Troi, 'its a good thing you are hooked on music and +not the films. I would hate to think what you could conjure up +on a Holodeck.....'. + +'That is not a worry Councillor, I am now exploring the +metamorphosis of classical music into classical rock. I find the +musical variety of John Williams and Tom Parkes +most...intriguing'. + +'A good choice Data,' answered Picard, 'I found that music to be +inspirational. Re-mastering classical music to a high tempo beat +may be considered sacrilege by some but, tastes vary'. + +At that moment, the comms system chimed and the, decidedly gruff +voice of Lieutenant Worf filters over. + +'All senior officers to the Bridge. I repeat, ALL senior +officers to the Bridge, Worf out'. + +'Oh well,' exclaims Riker, 'that's the end of our quite evenings +entertainment.....'. + +And with that, they filter out of Ten Forward... + + + +End of Part 1 +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!uknet!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!eunet.no!nuug!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derelict (Part 2) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:42:28 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 253 +Message-ID: <2r2kg4$ks0@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + + +DERELICT +by P.D Hubbard. + + +Part 2. + + +The Turbolift doors parted to reveal Picard, Troi, Riker and +Data. Emerging, they part to their designated stations. + +'Status Mr Worf' starts Picard. + +'All systems are nominal Sir. My apologies for dragging you from +the concert but long range sensors have detected a object ahead +of us in space, 3 light years distant. It appears to lay in the +general direction of the gravitational fluxes that Starfleet +Command ordered us to investigate. The object is drifting +towards us from uncharted space and refuses to answer all hails'. + +'Hmmmmmmmm' muses Picard, now on his seat. 'Mr Data, any +additional information?'. + +Data consults his sensor spread on the control panel and comes +to a conclusion. 'Very little Sir, however, the Gravitational +fluxes appear to be centred on the object and are moving in +unison with it'. + +'We are not going to find anything out loitering around +here....plot a intercept course, Warp 4. Engage'. + +And with that, the Enterprise sped on her way. + + _______________ + + +'We are within short sensor range of the object Captain' said +Data. + +'Slow to quarter impulse and close the distance' replied Picard. + +The Enterprise dropped out of Warp and as she did so, was shaken +by a large Gravitational pulse. Ahead of the Enterprise lay the +object, a Stellarford Starliner. Apart from a hole in the +engineering section and a half stripped warp drive, she was in +good shape. + +'That was nasty!!!!' exclaimed Riker, 'A lot stronger than the +pulses we have been monitoring. Damage report.....' + +Worf studied his panel. 'No damage to report Sir, however, +sensors indicate that the pulse was ten thousand times stronger +than originally estimated and is centred exactly on the object +ahead...........Sensors have picked up a faint signal.....' + +Picard cut in. 'Mr Data, sensor sweep' + +'Vessel is, according to sensors, the SL Doradus, a Stellarford +class starliner. Second generation Warp drive, standard +complement 2000. The engineering section appears to have +suffered explosive decompression. Passenger compartment is +intact. No life forms present'. + +'Atmosphere?????' + +'Atmospheric pressure reads 420 millibar, 7% Oxygen, 5% Humidity. +Non life sustaining Sir but a away team equipped with environment +suits would be able to beam over'. + +'SL Doradus' said Riker, 'She went missing over two hundred years +ago. How the hell did she end up out here?' + +'Unknown number 1' replied Picard, 'but there she is. Take a +away team and get over there. I want answers. Mr Worf, send a +subspace message to Starfleet Command, encoded channel, informing +them of our find....'. Worf acknowledged that the message was +on its way. + +Riker stood up. 'Data, Worf, with me.....Riker to LaForge....' + +'Laforge here. What can I do for you commander???' + +'How do you fancy having a look around a Stellarford class +starliner?.....' + +'Fancy, Id give my right arm' came the reply. 'Just give me a +few minutes to get some tools together and Ill be on my way. +LaForge out'. The comm channel closes. + +With that, Riker, Data and Worf exit the bridge, mindful, and a +little fearful of what they might find over on the derelict ship. + + + _______________ + + +On board the Doradus, four energy beams coalesced into the forms +of the Enterprise away team, outfitted in full EVA suits. +Pulling out his vacuum armoured tricorder, Riker began to scan +the surroundings. Several inches of dust littered all of the +surfaces, including the floor. A few emergency bulkhead lights +emitted a feeble red glow. The signs were not too encouraging. + +Riker came to a decision. +'Data, Geordi, head for engineering, see what you can find out +about the propulsion and life support status. Worf and myself +will be heading for the bridge. Keep the communications channels +open at all times, these ships are so big you can easily get +lost'. + +Data and Geordi shuffled off to the aft of the ship. Geordi was +in awe of the ship. He had read about the old Stellarford liners +and their opulence. Data could not appreciate this. It was not +his fault, his creator had covered almost every contingency but +awe was not one of them. + +Geordi decided to cut the ice. 'You know Data, these Starliners +were the best of their kind when launched. Only the Declaration +class came anything near them and Stellarford ships were the +replacement for them. They don't make these like they used +to...' + +'I fail to see what you are so enthusiastic about' replied Data. +'A ship is a ship, regardless of age or construction'. + +'Aww Data, you just don't have a eye for these things. Here we +are, engineering......That's strange, the door has been welded +shut with a cromite torch, take hours to open it.......Data , +give me that power pack, Ill try and power the monitors to see +what's on the other side of the door....' + +Five minutes of struggling and adjustment was rewarded with a +view of then interior of the engineering deck. A large hole was +visible in the bulkhead wall backing out onto space. Something, +maybe a large meteor, had gone bowling through, destroying the +warp pile and auxiliary equipment. The remains of a body lay +littered on the deck, evident sign of the wrath of explosive +decompression. The body had the insignia of the chief engineer +on what was left of his chest. Geordi looked visibly upset, +thinking to himself that that could have been him, in another +place, another time. Time had stopped for the remains of this +poor man. + +Geordi finally found his voice. 'C,mon Data, we've see enough +here, better head for the bridge area and see what the commander +has found'. + + + ____________ + + + +Up on the Bridge, Riker looked puzzled. Every thing was +untouched. Dust covered the desks, seats and floor but all +systems were shutdown, almost as if the last man out had turned +out the lights when leaving. They only thing required to run +everything was power and power was the one thing they didn't +have. + +'That's odd' muses Riker, 'All of the systems are in order but +where are the crew? Anything over there Worf?'. + +'No Sir, all is in order but without power we cannot access any +of the primary systems or read the log....'. + +At that moment, Data and Geordi entered the bridge area. + +'Mr LaForge, find anything????' said Riker + +'Yup, there is a hole in engineering you could fly a shuttle +through. The control systems for the warp pile are so much junk. +The warp pile is intact but without control systems, nothing will +work. Most of the fusion reactors are depleted and the body of +the Chief engineer is laying on the floor of engineering in a +million pieces. She's in one hell of a mess.......' + +Data cut it. 'Someone has welded the entrance hatch to +engineering, presumably they had a air leak and welded it to keep +what little atmosphere they had in. We passed the log bouy +launcher on the way here. It is missing from the launch cradle +and I can only assume that it was launched with intention'. + +Riker mulled over this information for a few moments then came +to a decision. 'Geordi, see if you can get that fusion power +pack wired up to these systems so we can get some power to access +the files on the master computer. I think I saw a power terminal +point over by the entrance hatch, give him a hand Data'. + +Geordi and Data spent several minutes working on a patch to +supply power. Since the ship had been launched, technology had +advanced and getting the fusion pack to mate to the main busbar +was, at best, frustrating. Finally, Geordi threw a switch. +Minimal lighting came on, the computer system lit up and the helm +and navigation systems came on line. Almost immediately, Worf +spotted something out of place. + +'Sir' started Worf, 'according to this system report, all the +lifeboats are intact and in their launch berths........If this +is the case, where are the crew and passengers????' + +'Lets see what the log has to say' replied Riker. + +A small screen cleared, revealing the face of a man, dishevelled +looking. The log began to replay. + +'Captains log, SL Doradus. George S Marshall recording...... +It has now been three weeks since the bolide hit the engineering +section. What is left of the engineering control systems are +inaccessible due to that fact that the impact jammed the +engineering hatch. I had to order it sealed due to air loss +through the damaged gaskets, and seal in the body of my chief +engineer, Mr Douglas. May the record show that T.S Douglas gave +his life in a attempt to shut down the warp drive systems. The +shields that were covering the hull breach failed and the chief +engineer was caught. He will be sorely missed. + +The warp drive unit is stuck on full power and we are currently +heading out of explored space on full warp. All attempts to shut +the warp drive system down have failed, we just can't get back +into the engineering section. Our only hope is that the fuel +reserves are nearly depleted and the engineering computer will +shut down the drive when the fuel has run out. With this in +mind, I have ordered that the Doradus be turned on a Parabolic +course so that our bodies will someday return to Federation +territory. God save our souls. Marshall out.' + +The screen changed to a further message, dated a week later. + +'Captains log, SL Doradus. George S Marshall recording...... +The fuel finally run out on the warp drive and the system has +shut down. We have wrestled the Doradus onto a return course but +, due to the fact that we have limited thruster power, will take +three hundred years for the return transit. We however, will not +wait. One of our passengers, a theoretical scientist, has +devised a way to open a portal into subspace as a escape route. +I have personally seen the new land on the other side. It will +serve us well. This is my last message as captain, tomorrow we +set out for the new land. Marshall out.' + + +'We'll, at least we know now how they got away' mused Riker. +'We'll have a quick look around and beam back to the Enterprise'. + +Half an hours searching brought them to cargo bay three. There +in the middle of the deck was a glowing ring, six foot across, +jet back inside. The tricorders went wild, there was no doubt +about it. This ring was the source of the gravitational pulses, +and they were getting worse. + + + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!uwm.edu!spool.mu.edu!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!uknet!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derlict (Part 3) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:43:18 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 193 +Message-ID: <2r2khm$l7c@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + + +DERELICT +by P.D Hubbard. + +Part 3. + + +'Those were the only recordings we could obtain from the ships +log' said Riker. The previous hours events were being reviewed +at the senior officers meeting in the conference room. +'Tricorder reading of the abnormality on board the starliner show +some sort of portal....possibly into another dimension.....'. + +Picard chewed on this for a few moments. 'Mr Data, have the +sensor logs been able to discover how this abnormality was +created?, and more importantly, where does it go to?????' + +'That' replied Data, 'is yet to be discovered. However, the log +records left aboard the Doradus, along with other files stored +on the library computer show that the crew onboard the starliner +salvaged parts from the now useless warp drive and created a +doorway into subspace, not unlike the principal that warp +technology uses. It appears that the scientist on board, a Dr +Raj Naveen, incidentally a student of Zephram Cochrane, exploited +a little known side effect of warp mechanics. Unfortunately, +that effect has violated the laws of our universe, the gateway +is unstable, and will continue growing with each gravitational +fluctuation.....' + +At that moment, a graviton pulse shook the Enterprise. + +'It appears' continued Data, 'that the gateway has grown again'. + +Picard cut in. 'Mr Data, is there any way we can shut down the +gateway from our side?'. + +'That Sir, is at the present time unknown. However, we do know +what is on the other side of the gate. Myself and Lieutenant +Worf used a antigrav sledge on a tether with a recording probe +attached and sent it through the gate. The results, before the +camera was snuffed out show the following vista.....' + +Data selected the file from the computer and the recording +started playing on the screen. The probe started moving towards +the gateway, space twisted, righted itself, twisted again and +then cleared suddenly to reveal a open panoramic view of +uncultivated fields. A sun hung high in the sky, strange ferns +dotted the landscape, and even more incredible, small biped +lizards scuttled around in the background. Suddenly, the camera +view shook one, then twice, three times, then the picture cut +out. The recording ended. + +Data continued. 'That is the only recording we have. Sensor +readings show a Earth normal atmosphere and gravity, the CO +content is slightly higher than Earth but, more worrying is that +the sensors picked up vast amounts of Iridium..' + +'Iridium?' interrupted Riker + +'Yes Sir. In the soil, the air, and most probably the water as +well. Most unusual for a Earth normal planet. The sensor camera +came back with a large chunk missing out of it and teeth marks. +It appears there are larger indigenous species around than the +small lizards we saw'. + +'Recommendations number one?' said Picard. + +'The only recommendation I can give is to send a away team +through the portal to the other side. Seek out the source of the +gateways power and destroy it'. + +Picard thought about this for a few minutes more, then finally +came to a decision. + +'Agreed number one. However, all away team members are to take +a phaser rifle with them in addition to their phaser sidearms. +I don't want anybody coming back like the sensor probe. I'm sure +the good doctor would not like to stitch you back together +again........Meeting closed'. + + + ________________ + + +A few hours later, Worf, Riker, Data, LaForge, Crusher and Troi +were all standing in front of the gateway, wearing environment +suits. The gateway had grown by a foot in all directions and the +graviton effects with it. + +'Ok everyone' called Riker, 'this is it. I want you to be all +careful, don't take chances. I will lead first and Worf will +follow up in the rear. Lets go....'. + +Riker walked towards the gate and slowly entered. Nothing +happened until the last part of himself entered. Space twisted, +turned, twisted, turned again, almost like being in freefall, a +vast emptiness surrounded him, then, suddenly, space righted +itself and Riker found himself walking out onto a vast plain. +Turning, he watched the away team emerge, Worf bringing up the +rear. + +Troi looked sick. + +'Deanna, are you all right?????' asked LaForge. + +'Fine, fine' she replied, 'I'm just a bit disorientated, that's +all,......whewwwww, some trip'. + +'Yeah, my guts are doing the loops as well' said LaForge. + +Data consulted his tricorder. +'Oxygen content is currently 30%, humidity 40%, a few trace +elements. Iridium is currently at three thousand parts per +million........It is safe to breath the atmosphere'. + +Cautiously, they all removed their helmets and sampled the air. +After a few minutes, no ill effects were noticeable and the suits +were removed as well. Beverleys medical tricorder started +bleeping. + +'I have life reading' she started. 'Human...........just over +that hill........two more........many..........' + +'I think our best course would be to proceed over and +investigate' replied Riker. + +'Sir, I protest' cut in Worf. 'We have no way of knowing if they +are hostile or not. Digression would be the better course of +action'. + +Riker paused. 'Noted Mr Worf. However, we are carrying Phaser +rifles and surprise is ours......' + +At that moment, a figure walked out of the trees, followed by two +others. A cheery "Hello" was called and the men walked over to +the away team. The tall blond haired man walked up to Riker and +addressed himself. + +'Hello, I'm Captain George Marshall. I take it you are the +rescue party??' + +Riker looked agog. 'Marshall, the captain of the Doradus?????' + +'The very same!!!!!!' + +'Impossible, you've been dead, you've all been dead many years'. + +'Never' replied Marshall. 'Its only been ten years since we +arrived through the gateway. Incidentally, what ship are you +from?? and what equipment is that. Ive never seen a tricorder +like that. From what division of Starfleet are you from eh? +Search and Rescue?.......Military.....?????????' + +Riker thought very hard on what he would say next. He could be +soft and hold back the information until later, but then the +captain was from Starfleet, he would understand better if the +truth was told. Finally he opted for the latter. + +'Captain, you and your passengers, and your ship have been +missing for over 200 years. Your ship was only found by accident +whilst we were investigating a abnormality. This may be a bit +of a shock to you and any survivors'. + +Marshalls response, and that of his companions was totally +unexpected. They started to chuckle amongst themselves. 'Two +hundred years' they cried. Finally, Marshall quietened down and +turned to Riker. + +'My apologies Captain, it was expected. The scientist who +created the gate warned us that time may, or may not move at the +same rate here that from where we left. He called it a escalator +gate or something. In the meantime, we must get moving. It will +be dark soon and all sorts of predators will be roaming around. +It would not be seemly for our guests to be -Dish of the day-'. + +After ten minutes walking, the party cleared the brow of a hill +and there before them stood a town. A modest affair, built of +timber construction and surrounded by a force field. + +'Gentlemen, and ladies' addressed the Captain, 'Welcome to New +Providence' + + + +End of Part 3 + + + + + + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!uknet!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!eunet.no!nuug!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derelict (Part 4) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:44:07 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 119 +Message-ID: <2r2kj7$li7@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + +Derelict +________ + +Part 4 by P.D Hubbard. + +After a meal of something delicious, but quite unidentifiable, +the away team settled down to talk to their guests, the survivors +of the Doradus. Many questions were on their minds and Riker +started the ball rolling. + +'Captain Marshall, we are curious as to the high levels of +Iridium in the atmosphere, the water and the soil. Was the +planet like this as you found it?????' + +'Oh no,' replied Marshall, 'it was never always like this. When +we arrived it was a untamed wilderness. The indigenous +population of lizards were a hindrance at first and we had to +make safe the area before the bulk of the settlers came through.' + +He paused for a few seconds then continued. 'A few years after +we arrived....., according to what rudimentary instruments we +saved from the Doradus, a massive asteroid slammed into the +western continent. Iridium was ejected into the atmosphere, in +fact, it's only been a year since the sky's finally cleared and +the sun has been visible. Recon parties have found the other +continent to be a shambles. Nothing has survived there, in fact, +most of the animal population has been wiped out. What you see +here are a few survivors of various species. As far as we know, +Raj told us that a 12 mile wide lump of rock did most of the +damage.' + +'Can we see Mr Raj??????' said Troi. + +'That.....,' he said, patting her hand, 'my dear, is a little +impossible. Poor Raj died a few years back. He got careless and +one of the lizards got him. After all he done for us....what a +waste......' + +LaForge decided to get to the heart of the matter. + +'Captain......' + +'Yes Mr LaForge???' + +'About the gate. Is there any way to shut it down?????' + +'No' replied Marshall. 'The apparatus which drove the gate +exists within the space between your own universe and ours. Why +would you want to shut down the gate??????' + +'The gateway is causing ecological problems on our side. As the +Doradus drifts into Federation space, more and more gravitic +emanations are taking place. The gate is growing bigger as we +speak, causing more and more problems. The Doradus, and the +gate, are now a hazard to navigation and this threat will grow +the longer we leave it. Now, Captain, we must make preparations +for the evacuation of you and your people......' + +'Evacuation!!!!!!!! No, never. Mr Riker, we have sweated blood +and tears making this a pleasurable world. A short while back, +we held a referendum amongst us, ready for the day when rescue +finally came. We all voted with our feet, we want to stay and +nobody will make us change our minds. Ask anybody here, ask any +of our citizens, they will tell you the same....We are staying +put.' + +'And what about when we close the gate??? Your people will be +stranded here with no hope of returning.' + +'Mr Riker' replied Marshall, 'we have lived here in isolation for +years, with no hope of rescue. Nothing has changed, you will be +gone as quickly as you arrived and all will be back to normal. +The lives that we lead in the Federation hold nothing for us now. +We have new lives here and we want to continue.' + +At that moment, the door opened and Data entered. + +'Report Mr Data' asked Riker. + +'Sir, I have been back to the Enterprise via the gateway. +According to the Enterprise clocks, the away team has been away +for exactly two weeks. The discrepancy is due to the way the +gate folds time and space. I have also been asking the colonists +if they would like to leave.....none of the colonists I have +spoken to want to leave.' + +Marshall looked pleased. 'Exactly what I told you Mr Riker.' + +Defeated, Riker turned and address Marshall. 'I guess we are +wasting our time here. Give us a list of any essentials you may +require for survival and we will do our best to fill the list. +It's the least we can do considering how long you have been +lost.' + + + _____________ + + +By late afternoon the next day, a large collection of consumables +had been transported through the gate. Only Riker and Worf, +dressed in environment suits were left, the others having +transported back through the gate. + +'I guess it's time to say goodbye' said Riker. 'Good luck +Captain Marshall, regardless of whatever fate throws at you' + +'And the same to you Commander Riker' said Marshall, shaking his +hand. + +Worf and Riker turned away and after placing their helmets back +on, stepped into the portal, back to the Doradus and the +Enterprise. + + + +End of Part 4 + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!warwick!uknet!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derelict (Part 5) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:44:48 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 261 +Message-ID: <2r2kkg$lrt@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + +Derelict +________ + +Part 5 , by P.D Hubbard. + + +Worf and Riker emerged from the gateway. Almost instantly, there +was another gravity surge and the gate widened. It was now +larger than the cargo bay and several bulkheads of the ship now +existed somewhere inside the folded dimensions of the gate. At +the rate the gate was growing it would soon swallow the whole +ship and anything in space around it. + +Riker thumbed his communication button. + +'Riker to Enterprise' + +'Enterprise here Sir' + +'Two to beam aboard' + +'Sorry Sir, no can do. There is too much interference from the +gate for a safe transport. Mr Data is standing by at boarding +lock 3 with a shuttle, suggest you make your way there Sir.' + +'Acknowledged, Riker out' + +The communication channel closed. + +'Mr Worf, it appears we have a long walk ahead of us.....' + +Worf said nothing. His face said it all. + + + _____________ + + +Fifteen minutes later, Worf and Riker staggered into boarding +area 3. Ahead of them was Boarding lock 3 and the shuttlecraft +just beyond. They both entered the airlock, closed the hatch and +waited for the lock to cycle. Finally they emerged from the +bulkhead, noisily clanging their helmets against the bulkhead +wall in sheer exhaustion. + +'Mr Data, am I glad to see you' exclaimed Riker, 'How long have +we been gone?' + +Data consulted his internal clock then replied. 'Three weeks, +two days, 13 hours, 10 minutes and 18 seconds precisely since the +away team left the Enterprise' + +'That long?' + +'Yes Sir. You are both required urgently for a briefing aboard +the Enterprise. It appears Mr LaForge has discovered a method +of shutting down the gate' + +'Thank god for that' + +The shuttle flew back to the Enterprise. + + + ______________ + + +Half a hour later, the senior bridge crew sat around the +conference table. Mr LaForge had the floor and was trying his +best not to bore them. + +'Basically' he continued, 'we use nature to help us. Not far +from here is a black hole, PK22043K+. According to readings we +obtained from the gateway, it is possible to shut it down by +using another gravitational force, a black hole, to nullify the +gate and shut the subspace hole.' + +'What problems are there Mr LaForge' said Picard. + +'First, we have to get the engines back on line. That is +difficult enough as it is. Most of the control gear is shot to +hell and nothing works. I have a damage control team over there +at the moment. We are having to replicate parts from patterns +over two hundred years old and transfer them over. A second +engineering team here is pulling a canister of Antimatter for the +Doradus's engine. She has plenty of Deuterium left but the +Antimatter stores are exhausted. The only other problem is to +patch the damaged hull.' + +Riker cut in. 'I have a medical team, under Dr Crusher's +supervision currently working to inter the body of the chief +engineer for funeral purposes. I have asked councillor Troi to +arrange the funeral details' + +'Very good' replied Picard. 'Mr Data, are there any problems +regarding the stripped warp drive?' + +'Several Sir. We cannot replace the missing warp coils. The +parts are simply too big to replicate. At the moment the repair +teams are using the leftover parts from the drive to repair +damaged equipment on the intact warp nacelle. The Doradus will +move under her own power but at only half her possible speed.' + +'At least moving her under her own power is better than towing +her on a tractor beam' said LaForge. + +'Agreed' replied Picard. 'I want to be informed immediately as +soon as the Doradus is ready to get under way. Meeting closed.' + + + _____________ + + +On the Doradus's engineering deck, a rather irate Geordi sat +hunched under a control panel. Half gravity and a breathable +atmosphere had been restored to important areas of the ship but +the devastation in engineering was worse the originally believed. +Over the other side of the compartment, a pair of legs belonging +to Lt Commander Data was sticking out of a service conduit. +Geordi reached up, twisted a few dial, and a cloud of sparks shot +out of the panel. He duck out quickly. + +'Godammit, three hours work down the pan....' he bemoaned. + +Data slid out from the service conduit, stood up, brushed off his +uniform and walked over to the panel. + +'Allow me, I learnt this from a engineer' + +Data let fly a hefty kick on the bottom of the console. Almost +immediately the panel jumped to life, auxiliary systems coming +on line one by one. + +'Nice trick Data, where did you pick that up?????' + +'From Captain Scott. He said that when all else fails to work, +a "wee kick in the trooosers" usually puts things right' + +'Figures' + +At that moment, Worf entered the hatch and approached Geordi. + +'Sir, the bridge computer is now on line. The remote helm link +to the Enterprise has been installed. Navigation and helm will +now interface with the computer and the drive room. The main +viewer is now working and...' he said a satisfied grin on his +face, '..the bridge toilets now operate.' + +'Well done Worf. Thanks to Data here, all we have to do is cold +start the warp core to get this crate under way. Better evacuate +all unwanted personnel back to the Enterprise. I've never cold +started a warp core as old as this, anything can happen.' + +'Yes Sir' and he sauntered off. + +'LaForge to captain Picard' + +'Picard here' + +'Sir, we are now ready to cold start the warp core just as soon +as all non essential crew members are off. I'd suggest that the +Enterprise stands off a safe distance just incase anything goes +wrong. Data will be staying to assist me here.' + +'Acknowledged Mr LaForge, Good luck and Enterprise out.' + +'Data' + +'Yes Geordi?' + +'Ive never worked with a warp drive that does not use Dilithium +in the drive core. Is there anything you know that would help +me?' + +'Nothing comes to mind except to be careful.' + +'Oh...... Lets get started then.' + +After a few minutes of setting up the startup procedure, all was +ready. Geordi was nervous, and it showed. One false move and +the first they would know about it was when they turned around +and saw a set of Purley gates, assuming of course Data had a +Android version of Heaven. + +QUEEP. 'Picard to LaForge' + +'Laforge here. Go ahead captain.' + +'We are now at a safe distance and all non essential staff are +on board. You may go ahead and start up the warp core.' + +'Thank you sir, LaForge out. Data, increase flow reading on the +primary matter injector to 15%...' + +'Adjusting to 15%...' + +'Antimatter to 1.5%....Starting cold pulse now.' + +A single pulse of matter raced towards the centre of the chamber. +A single pulse of antimatter did so likewise. The two met in the +reaction chamber and instantaneously annihilate each other. The +core temperature jumped 20%. + +'OK' exclaimed LaForge. 'At least this proves that the core held +itself together. Going for secondary pulse now.' + +A second large explosion of energy lit the reaction chamber. The +temperature rose another 20%. Suddenly a alarm rang out. + +'Oh shit' cried Geordi, 'Data, there's a piece of unburnt +antimatter caught in the core....Flush it....Flush it......' + +'I have it' responded Data, 'Flushing out of core now.....' + +A small grain of antimatter shot out of the ejector tube into +free space. It barely travelled a hundred yards when it collided +with a atom of hydrogen and exploded. The bang was by stellar +standards small but it was enough to rock the Doradus. + +'I Believe that is what you humans call -Close-....' said Data. + +'Yeah....very close. Cmon, lets get the startup sequence +finished....' + + + _____________ + + + +A hour later, the engineering computer took over and initiated +a warm startup. The pulses of energy smoothed out into a steady +stream of usable power. After a few minutes, the reactions +settled down, all systems nominal. + +'Data to Enterprise' + +'Enterprise here, go ahead' + +'Sir, the warp drive is now on line. Mr LaForge and myself will +be returning to the Enterprise as soon as all checks are +complete. The Doradus is nearly ready to get underway.' + +'Confirmed Mr Data. Well done gentlemen, a good job.' + +'Thank you sir' they both replied, 'Doradus out.' + +'I think' started LaForge, 'its time we got the hell out of +here.' + +'I could not agree more' replied Data. + +And with that, after a few more checks, they proceeded back to +the shuttle craft and the Enterprise. + + + +End of part five. + + + + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!lyra.csx.cam.ac.uk!warwick!uknet!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derelict (Part 6) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:45:32 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 289 +Message-ID: <2r2kls$m6a@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + +Derelict. Part 6 + +By P Hubbard. + + + +The battered hulk of the Doradus hung in space. Dead and without +power for over two hundred years, the sleeping engines under the +control of the Enterprise slowly coaxed back into life. +Rotational thrusters flared once, then twice as she rotated her +bulk around to the heading 220 mark 4, along which the giant +black hole PK22043K+ existed. Several more thrusters flared as +she completed her roll and the impulse engines cut in. She would +take two and a half hours of constant acceleration before +reaching the point of warp engage. + +In the cargo hold, the gate was getting larger. + +On the bridge, Picard was looking jaded. He was used to the +almost instantaneous jump to warp speed from a standing start. +'How slow these liners were' he mused. And at the back of his +mind was a nagging doubt that for all their efforts, nothing +would come of it. Finally, fed up of the doubting, he sought +solace in the only thing he believed in. His crew. + +'Mr Data, status report' said Picard. + +'All systems onboard the liner are nominal Sir. All remote +subspace links are performing within tolerance levels Sir. At +out current rate of acceleration, the Doradus will hit warp +engage in four minutes thirteen seconds.' + +'Very good Mr Data, carry on. Number one, any foreseeable +problems?' + +'Not too many Sir. Provided that Mr LaForge done his sums right, +we will be able to close the gateway......' + +'I hope so too, number one. The question is, how close can we +get to the black hole to nullify the gate before we are sucked +in?' + +That got Riker wondering as well. + +The chronometer counted off the seconds slowly, finally as the +counter neared zero, the Doradus slowly started to stretch as she +entered Warp speed, the disappeared with a flash. The Enterprise +followed, matching speed, slightly astern and to the Doradus's +port side. Warp one slowly became warp two, then warp three. +A optimum balance was reached with the one remaining warp pod and +a maximum velocity of Warp 3.11 was reached. + +LaForge's voice filtered over the comms system. 'SL Doradus warp +system has stabilised at warp 3.11. All systems are within +tolerance levels. No foreseen problems so far Sir'. + +'Nicely done Mr LaForge. Pass on congratulations to all +concerned' said Picard. + +'Thank you Sir, LaForge out........(plink)' + + + + ____________ + + + + +A few hours later, the Enterprise and the Doradus arrived at the +black hole. During the last half hour of the flight, the +Doradus's one functioning Warp pod had been labouring badly +against the load and the radiator vents were glowing cherry red +as they vainly attempted to disperse the heat and her overall +speed had dropped to warp 2.7, but she had made it to the +shutdown point and her warp engines were put on standby. + +'Start shutdown procedures' said Picard, who was seated in his +chair, nursing a cup of Earl Grey tea. + +'Engaging the Doradus's thrusters' replied LaForge who had joined +them on the bridge. 'Starting fall to optimum shutdown orbit' + +The Doradus began to fall. As she did so, wisps of the gate +which was by now looking like the starship had been rammed into +a giant Doughnut was peeling off and falling down towards the +black hole. Almost immediately problems began to occur. + +'Sir' called Geordi. 'The remote subspace link is starting to +waiver. The gravitational effect from the black holes is +distorting the signals around. We will have to follow the +Doradus in to maintain the link'. + +Riker didn't like it one bit. 'If we follow the Doradus' he +hissed, 'it puts the ship in a dangerous position. One false +move and we hit the jackpot.....'. + +'Agreed' said Picard, 'but shutting the gateway down is far more +important. Mr Data, follow the Doradus but maintain a safe +buffer distance just in case'. + +'Yes Sir' + +The Enterprise slowly began to follow the Doradus. Almost +immediately the effects of the black hole began to exert +themselves on the Enterprise. In cargo bay two, a operational +antigrav pallet began to edge itself towards the bulkhead nearest +the gravitic influence. In ten forward, drinks began to flatten +themselves against the side of the glasses and in Engineering, +the influence of the gravitational pull was slowly distorting the +plasma within the warp core. Clocks all over the ship slowly +began to run slower and slower. + +Suddenly, the gateway onboard the Doradus twitched and enlarged +threefold, engulfing the Doradus within a grey sphere. The +resulting gravity pulse yanked at the Enterprise. + +'RED ALERT' barked Riker, 'Mr Data.....get us to a safe +position'. + +Red alert klaxons screamed all over the ship. Waist height light +bars along deckways pulsed red and security bulkheads all over +the ship closed and sealed themselves. + +Worf looked up from his security panel. 'All deck report secure +Sir'. + +Data nearly managed to straighten up the Enterprise's course but +another gravity pulse sent her spinning.........on a collision +course with the black hole. + +On the bridge, and all over the ship, strange things began to +happen. + +'M.i.s.t.e.r....D.a.t.a.........T.i.m.e....t.o....i.m.p.a.c.t. +...w.i.t.h....t.h.e....b.l.a.c.k....h.o.l.e.......??' + +'O.n.e....m.i.n.u.t.e....S.i.r.........A.t.t.e.m.p.t.i.n.g.... +t.o....s.t.e.a.d.y....c.o.u.r.s.e.........' + +Another gravity pulse shook the ship and the glass of Earl Grey +fell in slow motion, tea spilling like liquid toffee all over the +deck carpet. + +'I......c..a..n......n..o..t......g..e..t......p..o..w..e..r.. +....S..i..r........' reported Data in slow motion. +'F..i..r..i..n..g......a..f..t......t..h...r...u...s....t....e +....r....s..........n....o....w........................S...... +I......F.................t........o......................f.... +......u..........l............l...........................p... +...........o................w...................e............. +.......r' + +Slowly, the descent began to shallow out. At the least, the +Enterprise would now slingshot just outside of the event horizon, +at worst, the gravitational effects would tear her apart as she +did so. Hopefully, the SIF field would hold her together. In +a vicious 120 degree bank, the Enterprise shot around the black +hole and was expelled at a high rate of knots. Time slowly began +to sort itself out. + +'E........x.......i......t.....i....n...g..............' reported +Riker. + +'W...a..r.p....engines coming back on line' called LaForge. + +The staff all over the ship began to pick themselves off the +floor. Systems slowly began to return to life. The ships +computers finally decided what the time was. + +A thought struck Picard. 'Mr Worf, location of the +Doradus......' + +Worf consulted his scanner screens. A large sphere was slowly +heading towards the black hole, gaining speed and size. + +'Sir, the remains of the Doradus are heading on a direct +collision course towards the black hole. Impact in two minutes.' + +'Mr Data,' said Riker, 'what will happen when that gateway hits +the hole????????' + +'One of two things. The gateway may be absorbed by the black +hole, shutting it down or the gateway may evoke a violent +reaction with the black hole. There is a 70% probability that +this will happen'. + +'Good enough odds for me. Data, get us out of here, best speed'. + +'Aye Sir'. + +A shaft, several kilometres wide, extended from the gateway +towards the black hole. Where the gateway entered the event +horizon a violent reaction occurred. + +The Enterprise crawled away to a safe but far distance. + +Finally, like a game of cosmic billiards, the gate hit the black +hole and swallowed each other. For a few seconds nothing +happened. Then suddenly, the black hole began to lighten in +colour, slowly growing brighter as time in that area of space +began to run backwards. Lighter and lighter the black hole grew +until suddenly, a it exploded in a flash and formed into a newly +formed star. A exact replica of it's previous self. A large +shell of fire was slowly starting to expand from the star, the +aftermath of the explosion. + +The Enterprise was right in it's way. + +The shock front slammed into the rapidly fleeing Enterprise, +rattling and throwing her around like a stone in a tin can. The +captains yacht broke free from the saucer and shot away, clipping +the main deflector. The starboard pylon which held the warp +nacelle twisted out of true and then, to add insult to injury, +a small boulder, accelerated by the explosion, slammed into the +nacelle, fusing with the metal. Several sections of external +plating was shredded like swiss cheese, explosively exposing the +interior to the airless cold of space. In shuttle bay two, a +shuttle broke free from it's moorings and embedded itself in the +metal of the bay doors. In cargo bay three, several workers were +crushed to death as they were engulfed in a avalanche of cargo +containers. Within Ten Forward, designated a safety area, +several people were injured by shards of glass from the bar area. +A technician inside computer core 2 was slammed into the +monitoring console, breaking his neck in three places. All other +the ship, chaos reigned. + +Finally, it's force spent, the shockwave died away + +The Enterprise was dead in space. + +On the bridge, all was quite. A hand slowly extended up over the +console, followed by a face. Data looked a mess. Over in a +corner, councillor Troi lay in a huddle, her left arm twisted in +a strange angle. LaForge was hanging from a wiring loom that was +protruding from the ceiling. Riker and Worf had a few cracked +ribs whilst Picard and the bridge crew mostly escaped with a few +cuts and bruises. The only death on the bridge was Lt Kitson, +who had been slammed into a control panel, crushing him +completely. + +Riker saw Troi was in trouble and staggered over to her. + +'Deanna.......are you all right???????????' + +A eye opened. Clearly in great pain from her broken arm she +coughed twice and looked at Riker. + +'Did.....did you get the number of that shuttle that hit +me.........' + +'Yeah, I got it. Lay still while I make that arm safer'. He +carried on talking to her as he worked. 'Don't worry, I'm a dab +hand at this. If you think I look a bit rough then you should +see Data other there'. + +In great pain, Troi slowly twisted her head towards Data. + +'Hello Councillor' said Data, looking perplexed. 'Have you by +any chance see my right leg?????' + +'Yeahh' replied Geordi, who was lowering himself from the +ceiling. 'I grabbed at you when you went past but all I got was +your leg. Here you go'. He handed Data his leg which he +promptly refitted. + +The turbolift doors slowly cranked open to reveal Dr Crusher and +a burly security man. She scanned around the bridge, spotted +Troi and raced over, medical tricoder out. + +'I almost nearly didn't get here. If it wasn't for Bull over +there wrenching open the doors, Id still be stuck on 'C' deck'. + +'Hey, no problem Doc' replied Bull. + +'Congratulations Deanna!!' she said, 'You have a nice greenstick +fracture. I have to get you to sickbay immediately. Now this +won't hurt one bit'. + +The last thing Troi heard was her scream as she passed out. + + + + ______________ + + +End of part 6 + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!doc.ic.ac.uk!lyra.csx.cam.ac.uk!warwick!uknet!EU.net!uunet!mnemosyne.cs.du.edu!nyx10.cs.du.edu!not-for-mail +From: lwright@nyx10.cs.du.edu (Lawrence Wright) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: TNG Story: Derelict (Part 7) +Date: 14 May 1994 07:46:22 -0600 +Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept. +Lines: 121 +Message-ID: <2r2kne$mhb@nyx10.cs.du.edu> + + + +Derelict. + +Part 7 by P.Hubbard + + + + +In the centre of the room sat a coffin. Inside was the remains +of the chief engineer of the Doradus who had selfishly given his +life over two hundred years ago in a attempt to save others. +Most of the bridge crew along with other officers and staff from +different departments on the Enterprise stood infront of the +coffin as captain Picard conducted the funeral ceremony. Off to +one side, Deanna Troi sat in a chair, her wound showing out +plainly to all as a testament to the events of the previous day. +Data had managed to repair himself with replicated parts and +nothing was amiss to indicate otherwise. + + +Picard started to wind up the service. + +'.......and it is with honour that the chief engineer of the +Starliner Doradus, Terence Stephen Douglas, gave his life in the +service of his fellow officers and passengers in disregard for +his own life. We can only wonder what sort of a man he was but +he will be remembered for what he achieved in life, not for his +death. It is with these words that we commit his body to the +depth of space......' + +'Arms....HUT' + +A panel parted in the wall and the coffin slowly slid inside the +opening, the panel closing behind it to the sound of the comms +system playing Taps followed by a gunnery salute. A external +panel opened and the coffin was ejected into space. + +'Dismiss' + +The people started to file away, some back to their families, +some to mourn the loss of a colleague, many to mourn the loss of +one hundred and seventy two crew members and many to repair the +damage that the Enterprise sustained. Although not mortally +wounded, the Enterprise had damage that would see her in dry dock +for a considerable number of stardates. + +Geordi LaForge approached Picard and Data. + +'Sir, I have the finalised estimate on the damage sustained'. + +'Whats the bottom line???' replied Picard. + +'At the moment Sir, our biggest worry is the starboard pylon. +It is twisted ten percent out of true and although I can +compensate for it putting the engines out of tune, it will limit +our overall speed to Warp 3. Life support on several decks is +limited but the food replicator systems are back on line. That's +it Sir'. + +'Very good Mr LaForge. Now, I believe our presence is required +in ten forward. Guinan has arranged for a wake in honour of the +dead. Gentlemen.......'. + + + + _______________ + + +In ten forward, Beverley Crusher, Will Riker and Deanna Troi were +clustered around a table when Data, LaForge, Worf and Picard +entered. They made a bee line for the group. Apparently, Data +had something of a discovery to share with them. + +'Well' said Picard, 'We're all here. Apparently, Mr Data has +made a discovery which will surprise us. Mr Data......'. + +'Thank you Sir. When we were visiting the site where the +colonist had set up camp, I was intrigued by the high amounts of +Iridium within the ecosystem. More intriguing was the vast +selection of animals roaming about the encampment. After careful +analyses of the soil samples and comparing them with known soil +samples, I made a match......' + +'And.....Mr Data......' + +According to computer Data, the Iridium is a exact molecular +match with core samples taken from the Gulf of Mexico on Earth. +it appears that the colonists are living on the planet Earth and +do not know it...' + +'That's impossible' blurted LaForge, then he stopped and thought +about it again......the strange animals and plant life that +looked so familiar. The nearly exact planetary revolution. +Things started to add up. + +Data continued. 'The final piece of proof was the animal and +plant life. They match known fossil records and surviving +species on Earth. That is Earth of sixty five million years ago, +Central Africa to be precise'. + +'My god' exclaimed Riker. They all looked shocked. 'They must +have opened up a time portal within subspace. The poor devils +don't have a chance. A few centuries and they will be extinct. +History has shown that to be the case'. + +'Sir, the animals that were roaming the plain were from several +species of Dinosaur. They had survived the asteroid hit so it +is reasonable to assume that the final pockets of Dinosaur life +was wiped out by colonists sixty five million years ago. The +human race wiped out the Dinosaurs, the asteroid just helped it +along'. + +And with that, they all lapsed into silence whilst the USS +Enterprise limped on her way home. + + + + +The End.. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/devil.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/devil.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d23af130 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/devil.rev @@ -0,0 +1,168 @@ +WARNING: The following article, not surprisingly, has spoilers for this week's +TNG episode, "Devil's Due". (Gee...is that why it's got Spoiler in the subject +line? Nah...:-) ) So, be careful. + +If you have to make a choice between this and something else (like picking your +toenails), I'd go with the "something else", folks. + +Yep. It was pretty lousy. Not quite on the level of "The Royale", but it +just _might_ beat out "Menage a Troi" for second-worst show. Anyway, here's +a synop before I start frothing in a major way :-) : + +The Enterprise rushes to Ventax 2 after Dr. Howard Clarke, head of a science +station there, reports that the station is under attack by panicking +Ventaxians. As they reach the planet, however, the mob breaks in. The +Enterprise crew manages to beam up Clarke, but only Clarke. He tells Picard +that the Ventaxians are panicking because the next day, they expect the +mythical "Ardra" (the devil, more or less) to arrive and claim their world. + +After communications are reestablished, Picard beams down to talk to Jared, +the Ventaxians' leader. However, he, like the others, firmly believes in the +contract their ancestors made with Ardra (a thousand years of peace and +prosperity in exchange for their servitude thereafter), and expects her to +come. Their conversation is interrupted, however, by an earthquake (one of +the prophesied signs of Ardra's return), and Ardra's arrival. + +When asked who she is (by one of the Enterprise crew), a very cocky Ardra +claims to have many names, including that of "Fecklar", the Klingon version of +the devil. Picard, however, is skeptical to say the least, and asks that Data +be allowed to inspect the ancient scrolls on which the contract was made. A +short time later, in conference, Picard says that he's convinced Ardra is a +simple magician, using Ventax for her own ends. As they return to the bridge, +however, she's there. After taunting them all for a short time, she claims +that her rights to the planet include anything in orbit about Ventax at the +time of her arrival--namely, the Enterprise and crew. + +Later, Picard orders Data to look through the scrolls again, and search +Ventaxian law for any possible loopholes. Then, later that night, a sleeping +Picard is awakened by a seductive Ardra. He rejects her offers, however, and +she angrily transports him down to the planet. When Data comes to get him in a +shuttle (transporters are being blocked), they see the Enterprise literally +disappear in front of them. + +Back on Ventax, Geordi and Dr. Clarke tell Picard that with a few more of +Ardra's tricks, they might be able to pinpoint her power source. When Ardra +arrives again to gloat, Picard demands arbitration, according to ancient +Ventaxian precedent. She agrees, but only on the terms that if Picard loses, +she wins his soul. Picard agrees, and they settle on Data as arbitrator. + +Initially, the session does not go well. Ardra "proves" her identity to the +court, and shows off her powers to convince Picard that she is who she says she +is. Before long, though, Geordi shows up and tells Picard privately that +they've discovered her power source: a cloaked ship. Picard, thinking fast, +stages a scene in the courtroom where he "steals" Ardra's abilities, and +explains both to Data and Jared that an Enterprise team has commandeered +Ardra's ship--and the crew have confessed that Ardra is a crook. The contract +is abolished, and Ardra is taken away by Ventaxian authorities. + +There...that ought to do it. Now, for some comments. + +Ugh. This episode was a holdover from the nonexistent "Star Trek II" series, +much as "The Child" was--and it shows, far more so than "The Child" did, in +my opinion. It was screaming out as something being written for Kirk in +Picard's place, Spock in Data's, and Ilia (of all people) in Troi's. Now, +that in itself is not necessarily horrible; TOS had a fair number of good +episodes. But this felt as though it had been written by someone who only +understood the pure _stereotypes_ of the characters, and not the times said +stereotypes were broken. Definitely not a good thing. + +The show also suffered by trying to emulate some of its far, FAR better +predecessors, but only getting the surface down right. As "The Defector" +did last season, "Devil's Due" opens with Data acting on the holodeck--this +time, playing Ebenezer Scrooge confronting Marley's ghost. (And, although +Picard again shows up watching, Patrick Stewart is definitely NOT in this +scene incognito, in case you were wondering. :-) ) Now, Brent does a +reasonably good Scrooge, but this failed for me on more than one level. + +First, it suffered by the mischance that I saw Patrick Stewart give a one- +man reading of "A Christmas Carol" back in mid-December, and there's virtually +no way that little scene could measure up. That one wasn't really their +fault. Second, however, whoever decided to insert that scene (clearly, THAT +one wasn't in the initial Kirkian script) seems to have missed the reason that +the "Henry V" scene in "The Defector" DID work so well. In "The Defector", +the entire episode had subtle overtones of Henry's predicament the whole time, +which were occasionally brought to the forefront. Here, however, the analogy +was flawed from the start. Picard mentions that much as the spirits scared +Scrooge into reforming, so the Ardra of a thousand years earlier may have done, +and that's fine--but it has little bearing on the story _at hand_. The story +at hand was about outwitting a con artist, little more--and a scene from "A +Christmas Carol" was very out of place. + +The other failed parallelism was with "The Measure of a Man", though this one +is less clear. Again, we see a courtroom, with an Enterprise crewmember's fate +at stake, and a second crewmember put in an uncomfortable situation (in this +case, Data as the judge). This occasionally had a chance of +working--certainly, I enjoyed Picard's questioning of Jared, where he points +out that it sounds like Ardra had _nothing_ to do with the planet's reformation +of centuries ago. But something about it just felt wrong to me. I wasn't +convinced of its necessity or its credibility--and that's a big problem. +Besides, there was also far too big a tendency for the proceedings to get very, +very hokey--"The advocate will refrain from making the other advocate +disappear", indeed. Sheesh. + +Let's see...on to acting and characterization. Neither is worthy of much note, +unfortunately. The only guest star who I thought did even a half-decent job +was Paul Lambert as Dr. Clarke. Jared was a total nonentity, and Ardra just +seemed like a complete joke. Actually, come to think about it, I think that +was the main problem with the episode--we were meant, I think, to take it +fairly seriously; after all, there was the disappearance of the Enterprise and +the possibility of being forced to live under Ardra's...er...thumb. But I +couldn't bring myself to believe in ANY sort of threat--and neither, it felt, +could any of the regulars. + +Which brings me to said regular cast. Man, oh man--it's rare that I speak ill +of Patrick Stewart's performance, but for most of this week's show I feel +completely free to do so. He must have been asleep or something. He had a few +moments, granted--the aforementioned courtroom scenes in the last act, for +example. But in a few cases, ESPECIALLY the scene where he's discussing the +"con game" with Data, I got the feeling that I was hearing someone try to +imitate Patrick Stewart's mode of speech, and not Stewart himself speaking. +Bleah. As for the other regulars--well, we didn't see much of Riker, Troi, or +Bev. LeVar Burton was pretty good, but we only saw him for a couple of +minutes. Spiner was reasonably good everywhere _except_ the courtroom scenes-- +and y'know, if Spiner and Stewart had just given good performances in the same +scenes, it would've helped a lot--and Worf seemed pretty out of character. +("But what about her powers?"--bah.) The only real non-courtroom bright scene +was a brief exchange in the conference room, where they're discussing the +possibility that Ardra might be from the Q-Continuum, or Q "himself". ("No-- +Q would have no need for contracts." I like it. :-) ) All in all, a massive +disappointment. + +Even the technical aspect wasn't so good. The earthquakes looked awful, I +thought--just shaking the camera doesn't cut it with me. There were a few good +displays down where Geordi and Clarke were working, and the matte of the +Ventaxian city was pretty good (they just used it too damn much), and Ventax +itself was a fairly pretty planet. But none of them were particularly +inspired. In fact, I think the best-_looking_ scene was the shield effect in +the preview for "Clues". Again, not a good sign at all. + +Well, I think that's about all I had to say. As I said, there were a few +bright spots--a couple of the courtroom scenes, and a scene or two on the +Enterprise. But all in all, this really should never have been made, I think. +And it's definitely not a good way to end the season's first half. Bleah. + +The numbers: + +Plot: 2. Loathsome. +Plot Handling: 1. If they'd played it completely straight, or gone for + complete ludicrousness (ludicrosity? :-) ), it might've worked--but + this was a mishmash. +Characterization: 2. Even Stewart was disappointing. +Technical: 4. Not awful, but very uninspired. + +TOTAL: 9/4 ---> 2. Yep--I think that's the worst of everything bar "The +Royale". It's easily the worst of this season. Bleah. I feel unclean. + +NEXT WEEK: + +A mysterious accident that only Data can unravel--and he's not being very +helpful. This might be interesting--the preview didn't say much. (Worf gets +to get beat up again, though--and you'll *never* guess by whom...) + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +2/7/91: 21 years and still going strong... +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dilemma b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dilemma new file mode 100644 index 00000000..d939f322 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dilemma @@ -0,0 +1,209 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!eunet.no!nuug!EU.net!uunet!news.delphi.com!usenet +From: Alara Rogers +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Dilemma +Date: Sun, 24 Jul 94 03:48:26 -0500 +Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) +Lines: 198 +Message-ID: <5YyQrEK.ajer@delphi.com> +NNTP-Posting-Host: bos1f.delphi.com + +This is a Q story in which no members of the Enterprise crew appear +and Q's own name is never mentioned (though the identity is obvious, +I think.) It's short (I promise.) Comments welcome! + + +Dilemma + + + In those last fatal fleeting years, they called themselves +Ernest and Maida. Stupid names, and he'd told them so. He'd +warned them, time and time again; had done his best to dissuade +them, but they wouldn't listen. They had been seduced by aliens +and their primitive ways, high on love and the thrill of +rebellion. He knew all about the thrill of rebellion; he also +knew the wages of sin, and he'd warned them. But they hadn't +listened. No one ever listened to him. + Ernest and Maida had been his friends. At least, he'd +considered them as such. And now they were dead. + And now he was being asked to kill their daughter. + "It can't be necessary to kill the girl," he argued. + "Don't be a fool," They told him. "She's manifested the +powers. Do you think we can simply let her run around loose?" + "Who's saying to let her run loose? We can easily enough +neutralize any threat she prevents. Why don't You simply take the +powers away? You were eager enough to take mine. She wouldn't +even consider it a punishment." + "And then what happens the next time someone decides to make +unauthorized offspring? Do we want infants of our kind springing +up everywhere, parents secure in the knowledge that if the +children don't work out, we'll simply let them live out their +lives in peace? We need to make an example." + "Politics," he snarled under his breath, contemptuously. It +all came down to politics in the end, didn't it? + He was not popular, neither among aliens nor his own kind. +That he was unloved among other races was to be expected, given +his work and his role. The reasons for his lack of friends among +his own kind were more complex. It might have something to do +with what had happened to his best friend, three hundred years +ago. The two had had a devastating falling-out, leaving him +scarred and her... well, no one really wanted to think about what +had happened to her. And so perhaps no one wanted to risk coming +close to him, and perhaps he didn't want to risk coming close to +them. Or perhaps it was his role. He himself was of that opinion. +He was a devil's advocate, a passionate opponent of whatever +anyone else believed in, and his integrity in his duties had +always been impeccable. A person whose profession, vocation, +avocation is that of the loyal opposition is difficult to love. + There was also his contempt for politics, and his outspoken +challenges to authority, in a society where hierarchy controlled +everything. He made few alliances, and fewer friends, that way. +After his closest friend had tried to kill him, and after what +he'd done to her in response, he contented himself with his work +and the amusements it could give him. + Some said his amusements had become excessive, had changed +from the ruthless compassion demanded by his work to the sadism +of a torturer. Some said he was too outspoken, too rebellious, +too willing to challenge authority. Some said he was far too +arrogant for one so young-- his people were supposed to be +arrogant, but there were limits. Others simply didn't like him. +He made little attempt to be liked, after all. It was politics +that had brought him down, had sent him spiraling down in the +esteem of his society. He had been hurt, humiliated, exiled-- +almost killed-- by what amounted to politics. In a very short +time, he had learned a depth of bitterness he hadn't known he +could know. He had learned fear. + "Simply because you are too immature to comprehend the +necessity of the political--" + "Oh, I comprehend it, all right. I just despise it. And why +me? Ernest and Maida were my friends." + "Inasmuch as you have friends." + He smiled sardonically, far too thick-skinned to let the +accusation hurt, even though it was true. "Inasmuch," he +acknowledged. + "You have knowledge of the species she's been raised among." + That was true enough, ironic as it was. Ernest and Maida had +been seduced by an alien race, enticed into a life they were not +compatible with. Dreaming of a freedom possible only to +primitives, they had disobeyed, and thrown their lives away. Even +he had been forced to cast his vote for their termination. They +knew the laws, the reasoning behind their sentence. They had +disobeyed direct orders, and so had to die. + He had been bitterly enraged with the alien race that lured +them to their death, then. He had seen them through mud-colored +glasses, seeing only the evil and harshness in their history. He +had plotted humiliations for the species, had devised tests too +cruel for any sentient species to pass, and judgments too harsh +for any species to bear. + But his anger had cooled in the fifteen years it had taken +him to find time for it. And he had, despite himself, found the +race fascinating. A curious mixture of arrogance and humility, +they declared that they were one of the species with greatest +potential and then excused one another by saying they were only +human. They manifested advanced virtues far before it was safe +for them. Like snowflakes, they were beautiful and unutterably +fragile, and he could no longer find it in his heart to condemn +them for Ernest and Maida's fate. There was some other power to +blame there. And slowly, surely, he was forced into a recognition +of what that power was. + When politics had dragged him down and his own people had +betrayed him to die, those had sheltered him, despite their +uncomprehending anger at his tests, despite the fact that doing +so threatened one of their incredibly self-important little +missions of mercy and through it, their lives. He had been +overwhelmed, knowing he would never have the strength to show the +kind of compassion they did as long as he was as powerless as +them. He tried to tell himself it was because he could not be as +innocent, as naive, as they were... but they knew compassion was +dangerous. They understood danger better than he did, who had so +rarely truly faced it. The fact was that by their standards he +was a coward. + It was bad enough to be sentenced to die, bad enough to be +stripped of the ability to do the work that gave his life +meaning-- to say nothing of the sheer physical trauma he was now +subject to. But to know that he was a coward, and that his +cowardice might destroy these fragile people, was too much. He +had offered up his life for theirs-- which, though he couldn't +have known it at the time, was the best thing he could have done. +There were those agitating for him to be forgiven. He had allies +of principle. It was simply friends he didn't have. + So now he was back, and faced with a cruel dilemma. He was +not fully reinstated; there were things he was required to do to +"prove" his worthiness, and this was one of them. Kill Ernest and +Maida's child, herself a bridge between that fragile species and +his own-- an entirely preventable death caused by politics. Or +refuse, and give his enemies an excuse to have him destroyed. + "How stupid do You think I am?" he asked. "You can't hide +Your true reasons from me." + "You're free to draw whatever conclusions you like, as long +as you carry through your orders." + He shook his head. "No." + "Are you refusing Us?" + "Merely pointing out that You're being idiots. If the child +deserved death-- if it was at all advantageous to kill her-- we +should have eliminated her with her parents. No. If she's one of +us, then she deserves the same chance we give our own children. +After all, if she joins us of her own free will, she can hardly +be a danger, can she? And if it's not offered, people are going +to know the death was political. Even Your positions aren't +unassailable. It has to be framed in a context. She has to be +given a test." + "Of course you'd say that." + "Of course I would. That doesn't make it any less true. If +You wanted someone who would do Your dirty work and never +question, why did You create me as I am?" + They considered. He thought his chances were reasonably +good. His argument was cogent, and if They'd selected him for +this They had to have considered that he'd try to talk Them out +of it. So They were likely to be open to the possibility. + "Very well," They said. "Persuade her to come of her own +free will, and she will be inducted into the Continuum as any of +our children. But it must be her choice, entirely. No coercion of +any sort." + He grinned. This was better than he'd expected. "That's +fair." + "Keep in mind that you failed at this once." + They had to remind him of that. He scowled. "Don't interfere +with me this time, and I won't fail. She'll come back with me. I +guarantee it." + "And if she does not..." + His eyes narrowed. "If she doesn't, I'll worry about it when +the time comes." + "If she doesn't, you'll kill her." + "Yes, yes! Very well! You want me to say it? If she refuses +to come to the Continuum, I'll kill her. Happy now?" + "Yes," They said, and left him. + As They left, he understood quite how precarious his +situation was, then. If the girl refused, he would have to kill +her, or else risk being destroyed for disobedience himself. And +yet, if he let the threat of dissolution keep him from defying an +authority he knew to be in the wrong, his position as the +incorruptible, unsilenceable loyal opposition would be forever +compromised. And he would be painted as a murderer of children, +and fewer voices would be raised in his defense when he +inevitably came to conflict with politics again. Either way, if +the girl refused, it would eventually, inevitably, lead to his +destruction. + So. He would just have to make sure she didn't refuse, +wouldn't he? + With the speed of thought, he located the girl and departed. +She was now with the humans he knew best. In a sense, that made +things more difficult-- they might take it into their heads to +argue against him, out of mistrust. That was almost amusing-- +that they would end up playing his role, the devil's advocate, +against him. + But he couldn't let that stop him. He had to persuade the +girl to come with him. Whatever it took. + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/disaster.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/disaster.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..dc8c3485 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/disaster.rev @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +WARNING: This article contains spoiler information regarding this week's TNG +episode, "Disaster". Those not wanting the "disaster" of having the plot +spoiled for them are advised to depart. + +You *must* be kidding. + +Er...exactly whose idea was this story? And can we please bar them from the +Paramount lot? + +Well...it wasn't quite THAT bad--but good gods, it wasn't good. More after a +synopsis: + +The Enterprise is between missions and is struck by a quantum filament, +trapping everyone more or less where they are, killing intraship +communications, and knocking out primary life support and the warp engines. +Picard, trapped in a turbolift with three elementary school children, is +injured when the lift first falls. Meanwhile, on the bridge, the three +relevant characters are O'Brien, Ensign Ro, and Troi, who as the senior +officer is placed in command. In Ten-Forward, Worf is left to take care of +the wounded (and a very pregnant Keiko O'Brien) while Riker and Data head +through a crawlway to try to get to Engineering. Finally, Bev and Geordi are +trapped in a shuttle bay--and a plasma fire is spewing radiation into the bay, +threatening both the people and some canisters of chemicals, which are likely +to explode. + +Riker and Data end up with their retreat cut off by a coolant leak and their +advance stopped by a huge current arc. Data volunteers to use his +(non-conducting) body to block the circuit, claiming that his head will +survive and can be detached for use in Engineering. Riker, having no other +options, approves. While Picard tries to get the children working together to +get them all out of the lift, Ro manages to power up the Engineering console +and finds that the warp containment field is slowly failing, which will +eventually lead to the entire ship exploding. + +Once the lift's hatch is open (and the children refuse to leave the injured +Picard behind), the group begins working on ways to leave and climb up to an +open deck. Meanwhile, Bev and Geordi decide the only way to both keep the +chemicals safe and put out the plasma fire is to depressurize the shuttle bay. +And, as if things weren't bad enough, Keiko suddenly goes into labor. + +While Troi decides not to follow Ro's advice (namely, to separate the saucer +and get the hell away from the warp engines, assuming there's no one left +alive in the drive section) and sends enough power down to Engineering so that +anyone there can at least realize there's a problem, Picard and the children +leave the lift (just in time, as its emergency clamps fail and it falls) and +begin climbing to a door that will open. Bev and Geordi depressurize the bay, +putting out the fire, and Bev manages to repressurize it just in time. + +Riker and Data's head reach Engineering and manage to restore the containment +field just before it collapses, Picard and the kids make it to an open deck, +and a very inexperienced Worf manages to successfully deliver Keiko's +daughter. Later, once everything is running smoothly again, the children give +Picard a commemorative plaque to thank him for all his help. + +That's it, folks. That's all she wrote. Now, for some rantings: + +My opinion can mostly be summarized by the following two thoughts I had early +in the show: + +1) "Didn't Battlestar Galactica have an episode a lot like this?" +2) "My God, Battlestar Galactica did it better, too." + +And no, that's not meant to be high praise. :-) + +I don't know who decided they wanted to put the Enterprise into a Towering +Inferno/Poseidon Adventure/insert your disaster movie here scenario, but it +wasn't particularly well thought out--either the premise or the execution. +Here, off the top of my head, are a number of objections: + +--The Enterprise is so poorly designed that there aren't any *manual backups +or overrides* for the many different "failsafe devices to be used in case of +emergency" situations? Yeah, right. + +--There is only ONE place in the entire shuttle bay where one can repressurize +the bay? Even if true, it's also NOT the main console in the bay, which is +supposed to be multipurposeful? Yep. Sure. + +--Troi is a Starfleet officer, yet doesn't appear to know anything about +ANY emergency procedure, including "what happens if the antimatter containment +fails"? Just how daft IS this woman? + +--There's only ONE sickbay in a ship this large with a complement of over a +thousand people? + +--Data, who by his own statements has pores and chemical nutrients running +through his body, is completely nonconducting? Puh-leeze. + +--Data's head is completely self-contained? Soong was one weird puppy. + +--Data appears to have access to the information about the containment field, +yet doesn't notice initially that the damn thing's failing? + +--So, lots of chemicals that are unstable around radiation are just sitting +around in the shuttle bay, where shuttle engines and tractor beams are active +on a consistent basis. Good planning there, guys. + +--An electric shock can screw up the containment fields? This is not a ship +on which I would want to serve. + +--Troi, O'Brien, and Ensign Etcetera don't think to look at the lieutenant +who's lying there BLEEDING in the middle of the bridge for a couple of +minutes? + +I could go on, but I think you get the picture. Virtually nothing about this +plot held together in any way. + +What's more, many of the performances didn't attract me overmuch. Stewart's +was watchable (it rarely is anything else), but far from magnificent. +Michelle Forbes was probably the strong point this time (one of the show's few +bright points was that Ro *hasn't* lost her combative edge, although that was +blunted by her apologizing at the end when her advice was completely on the +ball and warranted). Dorn's was awful (or rather, the main thing about his +acting that impressed me this time through was that he managed to keep a +straight face through the whole thing!). (Actually, the other reasonably good +performance came from Erika Flores, the girl who played Marissa. The other +two kids were a total loss, but she's got potential.) + +Speaking of Michael Dorn...my own notes for the synopsis simply said towards +the end, "Keiko gives birth after Worf has a lot of lame one-liners." "You +may now give birth," indeed. I could swallow that coming from Data, just. +But not Worf--let's be serious here. "This is not a good time, Keiko"--that's +bad sitcom talk, not drama (or even humor). Worf's problems with the delivery +were all right, but they were handled miserably. This is probably the biggest +slap in the face of Worf's characterization since "Qpid". + +(Even the FX had problems--the shuttle bay depressurization looked miserable, +as did the "shaking" FX when the lift finally fell. They've done so much +better...) + +However, it wasn't a complete loss. There were two sequences which had me +interested, if amused. The first was Bev trying to coax Geordi into singing +Gilbert & Sullivan in public. It's a bit silly, but it is *completely, +completely* in line with Bev's past actions, and I found it hilarious. The +second was Troi's parting shot to Riker: "I don't think I'm cut out to be +Captain. First officer, maybe--I understand there aren't many +qualifications." OUCH. Very enjoyable. :-) + +If you're reading this before seeing the show, I suggest you watch this in a +"Mystery Science Theater 3000" style--mock it mercilessly and take no +prisoners whatsoever. I and those watching with me decided to do that early +on, and it worked nicely. Some examples: + +(as Worf is left in charge of the injured): "Klingons EAT their wounded." + +(Keiko explaining that not all births are as easy as the simulation Worf +worked): "For example, this one's an Alien [TM] baby--rrrrragggghh!" + +(The kids refuse to leave Picard behind): "This is mutiny, Mr. Queeg!" [said +in as much of a Red Dwarf-Holly-like voice as possible] + +(Picard and the kids finally make it onto a deck): "Whoops, another quake. +Back down you go!" + +And so it goes. + +This is something you can probably have fun with if you realize immediately +that it's a complete no-brainer and treat it accordingly, but if you try to +take it seriously you'll be hideously disappointed. Be warned. + +So, the numbers: + +Plot: 1. Old, tired and ridden with holes--and those are its good points. +Plot Handling: 1. It didn't flow all that well either. +Characterization: 4. Mostly unspectacular, and occasionally downright bad. + +TOTAL: 2. Not good, folks. Not good. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Wesley vs. the Addictive Game from Hell. We shall see... + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"Liddell, he is your future king. Does your arrogance extend that far?" +"My arrogance, sir, extends just as far as my conscience demands." + --"Chariots of Fire" +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doomsday b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doomsday new file mode 100644 index 00000000..23dbfec5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doomsday @@ -0,0 +1,922 @@ +Article 69859 of rec.arts.startrek: +Path: ariel.unm.edu!pprg.unm.edu!topgun!mustang!data.nas.nasa.gov!eos!shelby!snorkelwacker.mit.edu!spool.mu.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!hamblin.math.byu.edu!news +From: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Dr. William V. Smith) +Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek +Subject: TNG meets the Doomsday Machines (first 1/3) +Message-ID: +Date: 28 Feb 91 19:00:56 GMT +Sender: news@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Usenet News) +Organization: Brigham Young University +Lines: 465 + +Well I decided to try my hand at a TNG episode. Its about 1/3 of the way +done. I have not been too careful about distance/time relations, but then +this seems rather muddled on the show in any case. Don't know when I'll +be able to finish it, maybe I'll have time in a month or so, when I get +home. (If there's any interest, that is...). There may be a little drift +in terminology and such, this was done in two segments, about two weeks +apart. I know what's going to happen though. So here it is. +Hope you like it. (This seems to involve several threads that have +appeared lately in this group- this was not intentional and does not +necessarily reflect my own opinions about those issues.) + + +TNG meets the Doomsday Machines (first 1/3) +copyright W. V. Smith 1991, all rights reserved. + +Opening scene: +Enterprise moving- dropping out of warp drive- shuttle approaches- +Cut to E bridge: +Picard: Lt. Fisher, reduce to 1/4 impulse. +Fisher: Aye, sir. (shuttle is seen entering a shuttle bay) +Riker enters from turbolift right. +Picard: Well, number one. I understand your work with the Janfac Prime +Minister was highly successful. The treaty should bring them much closer +to Federation membership. Excellent work, commander! +Riker: Thank you, sir. Given the Janfac respect for sophisticated weapon +systems, I believe the presence of the Enterprise in this sector and the +ease with which we were able to destroy the free asteroid field approaching +their home planet had great influence on the negotiations for mining the +Janfac 3 moons. By the way sir, while conversing with the ambassador's +assistant, I was given to understand that you had been working on an +explanation for their problem. +Picard: Yes. Mr. Data? +Data: Sir, trajectory computations are nearly complete. Preliminary +analysis seems to indicate a point of origin near the Parkin Nebula. +My analysis of the asteroids themselves is complete. +Riker: Well Data? +Data: Commander, I believe it may be better if we discussed the results +elsewhere. +Picard: Well then, would you join me in my ready room? Data, Commander? +(they move to Picard's ready room). +Picard: Data, what do have to tell us? +Data: Captain, our destruction of the asteroid field was quite complete. +During our approach, while Commander Riker was on the surface of Janfac 1, +I was able to gather significant data on the nature of the fragments. +Using directed energy scattering ...(Picard interrupts) +Picard: Mr. Data, I have the utmost confidence in your choice of +technique. Can you tell us what you found? +Data: (somewhat crestfallen) Sir, the fragments appeared to have been +recently part of a larger object. Various computer extrapolations +indicate that the original object was planet size, approximately 1.1 +Earth units. Furthermore, the breakup was evidently quite recent. +Riker: Was there any evidence that the planet was inhabited? +Data: I am not completely sure commander, the original destruction was +quite thorough, but I believe I can say with 60% probability that the +answer is yes. Some of our scans just before Mr. LaForge began automated +firing seemed to show the remains of what might have been humanoid life forms. +Picard: And the request for privacy, Mr. Data? +Data: Last evening, I escorted Lt. Fisher to Ten Forward and was instructing +her in the game of Poker,(Riker smirks) when I learned from her that her +family is working with the terraforming team on Cafferty's planet in one +of the Parkin systems. I thought it might be best if we did not cause +her unnecessary alarm. +Picard: (Picard smiles) Well done, Mr. Data. Your increasing understanding +of human feeling and perception is most gratifying. (pauses) The +problem I see with your concern is the time involved. +Data: Sir? +Picard: Commander, the Parkin systems are 158 light years distant. +These fragments could hardly have been part of Cafferty's planet. +Mr. LaForge had more than enough time to disperse or disintegrate the +field, since it was moving quite slowly. +Riker: Data, did you get any reading on how old the life form remains +were? +Data: As I said, sir, the data was incomplete, but the mean estimates +seem to show that death occurred only a few months previous to our encounter. +Picard: Well. It seems we have a mystery on our hands. (looks at Riker) +Your recommendations number one? +Riker: Sir, when Mr. Data's calculations on the trajectory of the field +are complete, recommend we move back along the projected path and see what +we can find out regarding the origin of the fragments. +Picard: I agree. Mr. Data, set course accordingly. +Data: Yes, sir. +Picard: Will(smiles) I was instructed to tell you when you arrived on board +that the Ship's Counselor would be awaiting you inside holodeck entrance 3. +I think you've earned a little rest. Gentlemen (gestures toward the door). +Riker: Thank you, Captain. I'd like to be kept informed on any developments +in our search. +Picard: Rest assured, I'll keep you informed, Will. (Riker leaves) +Data: I have a request, sir. +Picard: Yes, Data. +Data: Recommend that we do not alarm the crew about the present situation. +Picard: You mean, you think it is unnecessary to inform Lt. Fisher of the +remote possibility that the asteroid field may be the remains of Cafferty's +planet? +Data: (a somewhat pensive expression). Yes sir. +Picard: Agreed. However, if more definite information becomes available +we will have to inform the crew of our findings and plans, Data. +Data: Understood sir. Thank you sir. (leaves) +Picard: (closeup shows a quizzical look on Picards face in reaction to +Data's concern) +(Cut to corridor leading to holodeck entrance 3) +Riker dials in opening sequence. Doors open, reveal forest of huge pines +surrounding a verdant meadow covered with wild flowers and short grass. +Near one side of the meadow, Troi is seated on a blanket in the shade with +an old fashioned picnic basket. Riker smiles with a combination of surprise +and interest. He walks up to Troi and she stands. They take one another's +hands. +Troi: Will, I wanted to surprise you when you returned. I thought you +might like some relaxation time (smiles, but look changes to one of inquiry +as she watches Riker's face) + Riker slowly steps forward and puts arms around Tori's waist, her hands +move to grasp his biceps. He moves slowly down to Troi's mouth +Troi: Will . . .(He kisses her, she responds and their embrace becomes more +ardent). +(Cut to bridge. Picard enters, sits in center seat) +Picard: Mr. Data. Progress report. +Data: Captain, calculations have been completed on possible point of +origin and I have set course 7.94 mark 3. Request permission to go to +maximum warp, sir. +Picard: Lt. Fisher, go to warp 9. Engage. +(exterior shot, Enterprise accelerates out of sight) +Cut to engineering. LaForge is bending over the island console. Another +officer is standing beside him. +LaF: Well the captain must be in a hurry to go somewhere. (touches comm +button) +(Cut to bridge) +Captain, engineering here, we have just completed our adjustments to drive +systems as per Starfleet Borg conflict recommendations. If we're in a hurry +sir, we can go to warp 9.7 on your command. +Picard: Thank you Commander. Mr. Fisher, make it so. +Fisher: Aye, sir. +Cut to holodeck. +Riker and Troi are laying on the blanket, still in passionate embrace. +Troi pulls back. +Troi: (breathing rather fast) Will, what are we doing? I thought we had +agreed that this could lead nowhere. +Riker: (gently) Counselor, shut up. +Troi: But . . .(He kisses her neck) oh Will. . . +Cut to bridge. +Worf: Captain, long range sensors indicate some kind of debris ahead. +Picard: Estimated time to arrive in vicinity of debris? +Worf: two hours, 38 minutes. +Picard: Mr. Data, analysis? +Data: The material is too distant at this time sir, but it appears to be +of the same type as that encountered on the intercept course with Janfac 1. +Trajectory is somewhat different than the previous debris field and appears +to pose no danger to any known inhabited world at this time, Captain. +Picard: Continue on course. +(Cut to engineering. Geordi and Lt. Barclay are looking at console +readouts, and a visual of the Enterprise warp field) +LaF: Barclay, what do you make of the changes we made in the field +magnet alignment? +Barclay: The changes needed seem to be almost exactly the ones Starfleet +recommended. We could not have done it without the simulation code they +sent us. The borg-threat team has been doing some interesting things, +Commander. +LaF: Yeah, but what I really want to try are the new adjustments to +phaser capability. The new carrier design was really effective on that +asteroid field. It might just give us the edge we've been looking for. +Barclay: Request permission to run simulation with previous Borg encounter +information, sir. I'd like to see if we can use the carrier effect to break +through the subspace diversion fields we found on the Borg tapes from the +Captain. +LaF: Good idea, Barclay! Go ahead and run your simulation now. I'll get +Ensign Davydov to help me monitor here. +(Barclay leaves. LaForge watches him go with a smile) +Later... +Bridge. Enterprise has stopped relative to an asteroid field. Main +viewscreen shows many fragments. Cut to outside of enterprise, shows +asteroid field stretching off in front of the Enterprise, with some pieces +clearly much larger than the ship. +Data: Analysis complete sir. Request permission to discuss findings in +private, Captain. +Fisher: Captain, I think I know why Mr. Data wishes to leave the bridge. +I know where the trajectory plot leads, sir. The point of origin coincides +with the Parkin systems. In fact while we've been following, I did some +computations of my own. This debris is from the same sector as Cafferty's +planet. My parents are working there with the terraforming team. If you +don't mind, Captain, I request that Mr. Data stop withholding information +that might concern me personally. I assure you that my performance won't +be effected by what we discover (she gives Picard a steely look and then +Data). +Picard: (his mouth twitches with a slight smile) Mr. Data, give us your +findings. +Data: (with a look of consternation and confusion glances from Picard to +Fisher slowly and then back) Captain, the debris is indeed from Cafferty's +planet. I have found evidence of the large terraforming equipment typically +used in these projects. Cafferty's planet was the only Starfleet project in +that system. Berthold radiation is emanating from this collection of debris +at very low levels. (Fisher's expression reveals no emotion) +Picard: Speculation, Mr. Data? +Data: This appears to be destruction caused by outside means, sir. I do not +believe this to be any sort of natural disaster. No known natural process or +logical extrapolation of natural process could account for the distance the +debris has traveled from its apparent original location. Captain, with your +permission, I would like to review starfleet records for known incidents of +this type. +Picard: Granted, Mr. Data. (Data gets up and moves behind weapons console) +Mr. Worf, switch to active long range sensors. I want to know what's out +there well in advance of when we encounter it. (touches comm button) This +is the Captain, Commander Riker to the bridge. +Cut to holodeck. Riker and Troi break from lingering kiss, she lays back and +smiles in a contented way. +Riker: (reaches for uniform and says) Riker to bridge, on my way sir. +(Looks at Troi, moves toward her and they kiss once more, then Riker +stands- view is past his shoulder to Troi, covered with blanket.- +view shifts to close up of Troi's face as she watches Riker quickly +dress- there is a look of combined resignation and pleasure on her face +as she sees him walk toward the holodeck entrance) +Cut to bridge. Riker enters and sits in the 1st officers chair. +Picard: Mr. Data has determined that the asteroid field we encountered +near Janfac 1 was debris from Cafferty's planet. What's out there +(gestures to viewscreen), appears to be more. +Fisher: (to herself) Almost like something swallowed it, chewed it up +and spit it out along the way. +Riker: What was that Lt? +Fisher: I was just thinking out loud sir. It looks like something chewed +up the planet and then discarded the remains while it moved along. +Data: Lt. Fisher's hypothesis might explain some observations I have made +of the fragments, sir. A number of pieces seem to have been seared near +the edges, as though something had cut them. +Riker: (to Picard) That would explain a great deal. If that were true, +then the trajectory we have been following may be the track of what ever +destroyed the planet. +Picard: If that were true, number one, why haven't we encountered this +*thing* along the way? +Worf: We are being hailed, sir. +Riker: On screen, Worf. +(the screen changes to a view of a control room, the room is apparently +shaking badly) +Person_on_screen: Enterprise! Help! We are being attacked! +(Fisher's finger's begin to run over the helm console-cut to Enterprise +outside view- +Enterprise begins turn back to Janfac 1) +Picard: Lt! all stop! (no response from Fisher) Mr. LaForge, disengage +warp drive, and impulse engines. +LaF: Aye, sir. +(Enterprise stops accelerating) +Picard: Geordi, bring us to our previous position and hold us there. +LaF: Aye, aye, Captain. + +View of Enterprise, holding position near a large field of asteroids, many are +apparently much larger than NCC-1701D. +Captains log: Subspace communications seemed to indicate that Janfac 1 +was under attack, but transmission was interrupted before any information +could be passed to us. I relayed what data we had to the USS Hood, which +is 1 hour and 53 minutes from Janfac 1. The Enterprise is holding position +beside what appears to be more debris from the unexplained breakup of +Cafferty's planet in one the Parkin systems. + +(Cut to view of bridge crew. Troi enters from right) +Picard: Lt. Fisher, I need an explanation of this behavior. +Fisher: I - I . . . I'm sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. +Picard: Lt., you'll have to do better than that. (he waits, no reponse) +As of now, you are confined to quarters. +Fisher: Yes sir. (Leaves, avoids the gaze of all). +Riker: Well, what do you make of that? +Picard: Counselor? +Troi: I sensed confusion and anger, but also that she was hiding +something. +Data: If I may interrupt, sir, I believe I may have found an answer in my +search of Starfleet records. +Picard: Go on Mr. Data. +Data: Starfleet records indicate that Lt. Fisher's family on both her mother +and father's side have a long history of being involved in projects at the +frontiers of Federation space. Her grandmother on the maternal side was one of +the original colony members on Seldon's planet and survived the plague there. +Her great grand father (Picard interrupts) +Picard: Yes, yes Data. How does this bear on the present situation. +Data: As I was trying to explain sir, her parents are Drs. James and Maria +Fisher. (Riker interrupts) +Riker: James Fisher. Didn't he have something to do with the breakthrough on +cultivation of grains on volcanic rock? I seem to remember that there was a +problem with the trial run on one of the moons of Rigel 9. Some of his staff +complained about Fisher's conduct when supplies ran short. Several of his +assistants were missing when a starship finally checked up on them. +Data: Commander Riker is correct Captain. James Fisher was demoted from his +position as chief of field operations for the Federation Agricultural Science +Directorate. Later he was criticized widely among his colleagues for +allegedly forging data to support his rather arcane hypotheses on the +growth of plant life in the presence of various kinds of ionizing radiation. +(Data observes Picard grimacing-Data's expression seems to show a bit of +disappointment) My search has also revealed two other +instances of mysterious destruction of planetary systems. +The first took place nearly a century ago, and involved the original +Enterprise, captained by one James Kirk. They encountered an apparently +ancient machine which actually destroyed some inhabited systems. +Picard: Excerpts from James Kirk's logs and memoirs are required reading at +command school. He was one of the finest commanders ever to be part of +Starfleet. And the other instance? +Data: The other instance is more recent. It took place 12 years ago in the +Cordon system. An outpost on a planetoid near the Romulan Neutral Zone, +testing growth properties of genetically altered grains, under extreme +conditions, was destroyed. (Data pauses) +The station was established by the order of James Fisher. His son was part of +the team at the station. Records of the incident are incomplete and the +investigation was inconclusive. +Riker: Why run those kind of risks for the sake of testing food growth? Surely +those kinds of conditions can be duplicated in Federation laboratories. +Data: The philosophy of the field operations division under James Fisher was +that reliable data which would be trusted by real colonists could only be +obtained under actual conditions, putting in the human variable if you will. +Worf: Romulans. Could *they* not be responsible for this? (Looks at Picard) +Or the Borg? +Data: The Borg footprint was not detected in any of our scans of the debris. +Riker: Data, what are you suggesting? +Picard: (interrupting) I think I know what Data is driving at, number one. Lt. +Fisher's reaction is, perhaps understandable. Given the circumstances of her +brother's death, and then the news that her parents may have died under similar +mysterious conditions, placed her in an emotional state that would adequately +explain her actions I believe. +Riker: Deanna, you said she was hiding something. Could it have been that she +knew or felt that her father was somehow responsible for this incident. +Troi: I don't think so. She seemed so filled with anger that I believe +she was simply reacting to what she perceived as her father calling for help +in the person of the technician we observed in the transmission.. But why +don't we ask her? +Picard: An excellent suggestion.(to Data) Well done once again Commander! +Your keen observation of human behavior is noted (Data nods, a certain look of +satisfaction on his face). Mr. Worf, any response to our attempts at contact +with Janfac 1? +Worf: No, sir. (Worf's hands play over the console in front of him) No +indication that any of our messages have been received. +Picard: Anything on long range sensors, Mr. Data. +Data: Negative, sir. Nothing unusual within sensor range. +However, sir, Janfac 1 is out of sensor range. +(LaForge enters the bridge) +Riker: I know its unlikely, Captain, but some of those rocks out there are +huge. The station on Cafferty was mostly deep underground. Its possible that +part of the station might have survived the breakup. If so, perhaps some of +the recording devices are still intact. Recommend we do a thorough search for +anything that might be from the station. +LaF: I agree, Captain. The low intensity Berthold emissions could have +effected our high resolution scans. I can adjust for that and do a complete +survey in about 15 minutes. +Picard: Make it so. Number one, I'd like you to visit our helmsman and see +what you can find out about this from her. If she is holding something back, I +want to know what it is. +Riker: On my way, Captain. +Picard: Mr. Data, see if you can find out any more on the destruction of the +outpost near the Neutral Zone. Use a priority channel to query Starbase 14 if +you think they would have more complete records of these former incidents. +Data: Yes sir. Unfortunately, a subspace message will take almost 47 minutes +and 21 seconds to travel to Starbase 14 and there is no Federation record +depository nearer than that. +Picard: (slightly annoyed) I am aware of that, Data. Proceed. +Data: (a hint of resignation) Aye sir. +(Cut to corridor on the Enterprise, Troi is walking, heading for sick bay, she +enters sick bay and finds Dr. Crusher sitting at a console, reading a medical +journal article on Berthold radiation) +Crusher: Deanna? What brings you here? +Troi: I'd to talk to you about something. +(Troi glances at a technician in the room) +Crusher: (glancing from Troi to her assistant) I see. (Crusher stands and +motions to Troi to follow. They move to an examining room.) Well what can +I do for you Counselor? +Troi: You know that Will, Commander Riker, was on Janfac 1 for several days +negotiating the mining treaty for the Federation? (the Dr. nods) Well, +I thought that he would enjoy a little relaxation when he came back aboard +ship, so I arranged for some holodeck scenery that would remind him of home. +It was just going to be a picnic in the mountains. (she pauses) +Crusher: But something else happened, I take it. Go on. +Troi: Well, when he came through the entrance, it seemed as though he was +the Will Riker I knew years ago. I'm afraid that I was a little startled by +the intensity of his feeling. Suddenly, it was almost as though we had both +slipped back to another time when, well, when things were different. +Crusher: Deanna, why are you worried? Did you sense something was wrong about +this? +Troi: No. . . not wrong, but . . . different. Its difficult to explain. I'm +sorry. +Crusher: Now you've got me worried. 1st officer of the Enterprise, acting +strangely. And something out there that eats planets for breakfast. I think +I'll spend some time on the bridge. I can examine Will Riker and see if +it *is* Will Riker. (Troi and Crusher stare at each other with some +apprehension from the implication of Crusher's remark) +(Cut to Riker standing in front of Fisher's cabin. Riker touches the attention +panel- the doors open- Fisher is sitting at a table, her head resting on her +hands) +Riker: I'm sorry if I disturbed you Lt., but I need to ask you a few +questions. +(Fisher appears to be startled from some reverie - she stands at attention - +Riker motions her to sit down) Lt., I know this has been hard on you, +with the news about your parents. I ...(Fisher cuts him off) +Fisher: Sir, I have no excuse for my actions. I am ready to face the +consequences. +Riker: (Patiently) Lt. you're a fine officer. You could have your own ship +some day. But I think you know something about all this you're not telling us. +The first rule of any Starfleet commander is honesty. With himself, and his +crew. +Fisher: (hesitates, then begins slowly) I don't know what caused the +destruction. +(pauses, Riker let's her think about it) But I think my +father might have suspected something. It was +something he said to me about Roger, my brother, the last time we spoke. +Something about making amends for sending him to his death. He never +really got over it. Roger was his, well, (she smiles) his little boy. +It was harder on him than anyone knew when Roger was lost. He was never +the same. He lost interest in his work. My mother carried him after that, +wrote papers and put his name on them, wrote his speeches. He is -was- a +brilliant man, but he just didn't care after my brother died. (she drops +her head-emotion overcomes her-she continues). Then this Parkin project +came along. My mother said that he seemed to snap out of it, regain his +old enthusiasm for his work. He pushed very hard for this particular +location. Just before they left the Directorate headquarters on Mars he +told me that he was going to find out what happened to Roger. He wouldn't +say anything more when I asked what he meant, he wouldn't tell me anything +more just that he would let me know when there was more definite information. +I assumed he was saying that he would complete Roger's work. +But now, I wonder. (she looks a Riker) That's all I know, sir. +(Cut to engineering- LaForge and several others are watching readouts on a wall +screen) +LaF: (LaForge touches his comm badge) Captain, I don't know how, but someone +is alive out there. +Picard: Explain. +LaF: Apparently part of the outpost on Cafferty's planet survived with +pressure integrity intact, and someone is still inside! +Picard: Give the transporter chief the coordinates and beam whoever it is on +board as soon as possible. +LaForge: Aye sir. Transmitting coordinates now. +(Cut to bridge) +Picard: (Touches comm badge) Dr. Crusher. Meet me in transporter room 3 with +a medical team immediately. +Crusher: Understood, Crusher out. +Picard: (still using comm link) Number 1, bring Lt. Fisher to transporter +room 3 *now* (the tone indicates to Riker that questions will not be +entertained yet) +Riker: Yes, sir. On our way now. +Picard: Mr. Worf. Will you join me in transporter room 3? Mr. Data. +You have the bridge. (Picard and Worf move to leave, Data moves from his +console to the center seat) +(Cut to transporter room 3. Picard, Riker, Worf, O'Brien, Fisher, +Troi, Crusher and two assistants are waiting) +Picard: Whenever you're ready, Mr. O'Brien. +O'Brien: Energizing now, sir. +(The blue translucence of the transporter beam appears and a prone human figure +takes shape in it. A man appears, laying on his back, as though asleep.) +Fisher: (gasps) Father! (Moves forward but it restrained by Picard.) +Picard: Doctor. +Crusher: I want a tricorder reading first. (she scans the patient +for a few moments, then approaches and takes a small device from her belt and +holds it over the man's chest. She turns to Picard.) +Well, he's alive. Suffering from dehydration, malnutrition and exhaustion. No +broken bones, a few bruises. He's asleep. Let's let him rest. I can correct +the electrolyte imbalances and bring the blood sugar level to normal range in +about 30 minutes. I think you can safely question him for a few minutes then. +(Picard nods. Crusher,to her assistants:) +Bring the stretcher. (Crusher injects the man with a mile sedative, and +they gently put him on the stretcher and guide it out of the room) +Picard: (touches comm link) Mr. LaForge, is it safe beam back over to our +guest's home? +(Cut to engineering) +LaForge: It looks like the place is sealed. The air is none to good, but we +can use the small masks. Its dark over there, and there is very little +gravitational effect. We can equip for that. Yes, we can get over there +if you want to, Captain. +Picard: (aside-voice lowered) No, a, other life forms show up? +LaF: (at first a puzzled look, then recognition) Nothing, sir. No evidence +that anyone else might have been with him. +Picard: Number 1, select an away team and find out what you can until +our guest comes to. Lt. Fisher, you may accompany Dr. Crusher to sick bay. +Riker: Data, Geordi, would you join Worf and me in transporter room 3? +And Geordi, bring the portable broad beam lamps and air supplies. Let's +make this as pleasant as possible. +Geordi: I hear you, sir. + +(To be continued, sometime) +-- + +EMail: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu or uunet!hamblin.math.byu.edu!smithw +SMail: Math Dept. -- 314 TMCB; BYU; Provo, UT 84602 (USA) +NeXTmail: smithw@mathnx.math.byu.edu +Phone: +1 801 378 2061 FAX: +1 801 378 2800 + + +Article 263 of alt.startrek.creative: +Path: ariel.unm.edu!news.cs.indiana.edu!spool.mu.edu!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!hamblin.math.byu.edu!news +From: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Dr. William V. Smith) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Part 2 of TNG meets the Doomsday Machines +Message-ID: +Date: 27 Feb 91 17:03:35 GMT +Article-I.D.: hamblin.SMITHW.91Feb27110335 +Sender: news@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Usenet News) +Organization: Brigham Young University +Lines: 229 + +Well I had some unexpected hour of free time last night so I put +together the next part of this thing....hope you enjoy it. + +Part II TNG meets the Doomsday Machines + +View of Enterprise, holding position near a large field of asteroids, many are +apparently much larger than NCC-1701D. +Captains log: Subspace communications seemed to indicate that Janfac 1 was under +attack, but transmission was interrupted before any information could be passed +to us. I relayed what data we had to the USS Hood, which is 1 hour and 53 +minutes from Janfac 1. The Enterprise is holding position beside what appears to +be more debris from the unexplained breakup of Cafferty's planet in one the +Parkin systems. + +Cut to view of bridge crew. Troi enters from right. +Picard: Lt. Fisher, I need an explanation of this behavior. +Fisher: I - I . . . I'm sorry sir, I don't know what came over me. +Picard: (clearly angry) Lt., you'll have to do better than that. +As of now, you are confined to quarters. +Fisher: Yes sir. (Leaves, avoids the gaze of all). +Riker: (to Picard) Well, what do you make of that? +Picard: Counselor? +Troi: I sensed confusion and anger, but also that she was concealing something. +Data: If I may interrupt, sir, I believe I may have found an answer in my +search of Starfleet records. +Picard: Go on Mr. Data. +Data: Starfleet records indicate that Lt. Fisher's family on both her mother +and father's side have a long history of being involved in projects at the +frontiers of Federation space. Her grandmother on the maternal side was one of +the original colony members on Seldon's planet and survived the plague there. +Her great grand father (Picard interrupts) +Picard: Yes, yes Data. How does this bear on the present situation. +Data: As I was trying to explain sir, her parents are Drs. James and Maria +Fisher. (Riker interrupts) +Riker: James Fisher. Didn't he have something to do with the breakthrough on +cultivation of grains on porous rock? I seem to remember that there was a +problem with the trial run on one of the moons of Rigel 9. Some of his staff +complained about Fisher's conduct when supplies ran short. Several of his +assistants were missing when a starship finally checked up on them. +Data: Commander Riker is correct Captain. James Fisher was demoted from his +position as chief of field operations for the Federation Agricultural Science +Directorate. Later he was criticized widely among his colleagues for allegedly + inventing +data to support his rather arcane hypotheses on the growth of plant life in the +presence of various kinds of ionizing radiation. (Data observes Picard +grimacing-Data's expression seems to show a bit of disappointment) +My search has also revealed two other instances of mysterious +destruction of planetary systems. +The first took place nearly a century ago, and involved the original +Enterprise, captained by one James Kirk. They encountered an apparently ancient +machine which actually destroyed some inhabited systems. +Picard: Excerpts from James Kirk's logs and memoirs are required reading at +command school. He was one of the finest commanders ever to be part of +Starfleet. And the other instance? +Data: The other instance is more recent. It took place 12 years ago in the +Cordon system. An outpost on a planetoid near the Romulan Neutral Zone was +destroyed. (Data pauses) It was a science outpost testing +growth properties of genetically altered grains, under extreme actual conditions. +The station was established by the order of James Fisher. His son was part of +the team at the station. Records of the incident are incomplete and the +investigation was inconclusive. +Riker: Why run those kind of risks for the sake of testing food growth? Surely +those kinds of conditions can be duplicated in Federation laboratories. +Data: The philosophy of the field operations division under James Fisher was +that reliable data which would be trusted by real colonists could only be +obtained under actual conditions, putting in the human variable if you will. +Worf: Romulans. Could *they* not be responsible for this? (Looks at Picard) +Or the Borg? +Data: The Borg footprint was not detected in any of our scans of the debris. + +Riker: Data, what are you suggesting? +Picard: (interrupting) I think I know what Commander +Data is driving at, number one. Lt. Fisher's reaction +is, perhaps understandable. Given the circumstances of her +brother's death, and then the news that her parents may have died under similar +mysterious conditions, placed her in an emotional state that would adequately +explain her actions I believe. +Riker: Deanna, you said she was hiding something. Could it have been that she +knew or felt that her father was somehow responsible for this incident? +Troi: I don't think so. She seemed so filled with anger that I believe she was +simply reacting to what she perceived as her father calling for help in the +person of the technician. But why don't we ask her? +Picard: An excellent suggestion.(to Data) Well done once again Commander! +Your keen observation of human behavior is noted (Data nods, a certain look of +satisfaction on his face). Mr. Worf, any response to our attempts at contact +with Janfac 1? +Worf: No, sir. (Worf's hands play over the console in front of him) No +indication that any of our messages have been received. +Picard: Anything on long range sensors, Mr. Data. +Data: Negative, sir. Nothing unusual within sensor range. However sir, Janfac 1 +is out of sensor range. +(LaForge enters the bridge) +Riker: I know its unlikely, Captain, but some of those rocks out there are +huge. The station on Cafferty was mostly deep underground. Its possible that +part of the station might have survived the breakup. If so, perhaps some of the +recording devices are still intact. Recommend we do a thorough search for anything +that could be from the station. +LaF: I agree, Captain. The low intensity Berthold emissions could have +effected our sensor scans. I can adjust for that and do a complete survey in +about 15 minutes. +Picard: Make it so. Number one, I'd like you to visit our helmsman and see +what you can find out about this from her. If she is holding something back, I +want to know what it is. +Riker: On my way, Captain. (Riker leaves) +Picard: Mr. Data, see if you can find out any more on the destruction of the +outpost near the Neutral Zone. Use a priority channel to query Starbase 14 if +you think they would have more complete records of these former incidents. +Data: Yes sir. Unfortunately, a subspace message will take almost 47 minutes +and 21 seconds to travel to Starbase 14 and there is no Federation record +depository nearer than that. +Picard: (slightly annoyed) I am aware of that, Data. Proceed. +Data: (a hint of resignation) Aye sir. +(Cut to corridor on the Enterprise, Troi is walking, heading for sick bay, she +enters sick bay and finds Dr. Crusher sitting at a console, reading a medical +journal article on Berthold radiation) +Crusher: Deanna? What brings you here? +Troi: I want to talk to you about something that happened earlier. +(Troi glances at a technician in the room) +Crusher: (glancing from Troi to her assistant) I see. (Crusher stands and +motions to Troi to follow. They move to an examining room.) Well what can I do +for you Counselor? +Troi: You know that Will, Commander Riker, was on Janfac 1 for several days +negotiating the mining treaty for the Federation? (the Dr. nods) + Well, I thought that he would +enjoy a little relaxation when he came back aboard ship, so I arranged for some +holodeck scenery that would remind him of home. It was just going to be a +picnic in the mountains. (she pauses) +Crusher: But something else happened I take it. Go on. +Troi: Well, when he came through the entrance, it seemed like he was the Will +Riker I knew years ago. I'm afraid that I was a little startled by the +intensity of his feeling. Suddenly, it was almost as though we had both slipped +back to another time when, well, when things were different. +Crusher: Deanna, why are you worried? Did you sense something was wrong about +this? +Troi: No. . . not wrong, but . . . different. Its difficult to explain. I'm +sorry. +Crusher: Now you've got me worried. 1st officer of the Enterprise, acting +strangely. And something out there that eats planets for breakfast. I think +I'll spend some time on the bridge. I can examine Will Riker and see if it *is* +Will Riker. (Troi and Crusher stare at each other with some apprehension from +the implication of Crusher's remark) +(Cut to Riker standing in front of Fisher's cabin. Riker touches the attention +panel- the doors open- Fisher is sitting at a table, her head resting on her +hands) +Riker: I'm sorry if I disturbed you Lt., but I need to ask you a few questions. +(Fisher appears to be startled from some reverie - she stands at attention - +Riker motions her to sit down) Lt., I know this has been hard on you, with the +news about your parents. I ...(Fisher cuts him off) +Fisher: Sir, I have no excuse for my actions. I am ready to face the +consequences. +Riker: (Patiently) Lt. you're a fine officer. You could have your own ship +some day. But I think you know something about all this you're not telling us. +The first rule of any Starfleet commander is honesty. With himself, and his +crew. +Fisher: (hesitates, then begins slowly) I don't know what caused the destruction. +(pauses, Riker let's her think about it) But I think my +father might have suspected something. It was +something he said to me about Roger, my brother, the last time we spoke. +Something about making amends for sending him to his death. He never really got +over it. Roger was his, well, (she smiles) his little boy. It was harder on +him than anyone knew when Roger was lost. He was never the same. He lost +interest in his work. My mother carried him after that, wrote papers and put +his name on them, wrote his speeches. He is-was- a brilliant man, but he just +didn't care after my brother died. (she drops her head-emotion overcomes her- +Riker lets her pull herself together-she continues) But when this Parkin project +came up, my mother said he seemed to snap out of it, regain his old enthusiasm. +Before they left the Directorate station on Mars, he told me that he was going +to find out what happened to Roger. When I asked him what he meant, he said he +would tell me when there was more definite information. That's all I know sir. +(Cut to engineering- LaForge and several others are watching readouts on a wall +screen) +LaF: (LaForge touches his comm badge) Captain, I don't know how, but someone +is alive out there. +Picard: Explain. +LaF: Apparently part of the outpost on Cafferty's planet survived with pressure +integrity intact, and someone is still inside! +Picard: Give the transporter chief the coordinates and beam whoever it is on +board as soon as possible. +LaForge: Aye sir. Transmitting coordinates now. +(Cut to bridge) +Picard: (Touches comm badge) Dr. Crusher. Meet me in transporter room 3 with +a medical team immediately. +Crusher: Understood, Crusher out. +Picard: (still using comm link) Number 1, bring Lt. Fisher to transporter room +3 *now* (the tone indicates to Riker that questions will not be entertained now) +Riker: Yes, sir. On our way now. +Picard: Mr. Worf. Will you join me in transporter room 3? Mr. Data. You have +the bridge. (Picard and Worf move to leave, Data moves from his console +to the center seat) +(Cut to transporter room 3. Picard, Riker, Worf, O'Brien, Fisher, Troi, Crusher +and two assistants are waiting) +Picard: Whenever you're ready Mr. O'Brien. +O'Brien: Energizing now, sir. +(The blue translucence of the transporter beam appears and a prone human figure +takes shape in it. A man appears, laying on his back, as though asleep.) +Fisher: (gasps) Father! (Moves forward but it restrained by Picard.) +Picard: Doctor. +Crusher: I want a tricorder reading first. (she scans the patient +for a few moments, then approaches and takes a small device from her belt and +holds it over the man's chest. She turns to Picard.) +Well, he's alive. Suffering from dehydration, malnutrition and exhaustion. No +broken bones, a few bruises. He's asleep. Let's let him rest. I can correct +the electrolyte imbalances and bring the blood sugar level to normal range in +about 30 minutes. I think you can safely question him then. +(Picard nods. Crusher,to her assistants:) +Bring the stretcher. +Picard: (touches comm link) Mr. LaForge, is it safe to beam back over to our +guest's home? +LaForge: It looks like the place is sealed. The air is none to good, but we +can use the small masks. Its dark over there, and there is very little +gravitational effect. We can equip for that. Yes, we can get over there if you +want to, Captain. +Picard: (aside) No, a, other life forms show up? +LaF: (at first a puzzeled look, then recognition) Nothing, sir. No evidence +that anyone else might have been with him. +Picard: Number 1, select an away team and find out what you can until our guest +comes to. Lt. Fisher, you may accompany Dr. Crusher to sick bay. +Riker: (over comm link) Data, Jordy, would you join Worf and me in transporter room 3? + + +(To be continued, sometime) + + + + + + + + +-- + +EMail: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu or uunet!hamblin.math.byu.edu!smithw +SMail: Math Dept. -- 314 TMCB; BYU; Provo, UT 84602 (USA) +NeXTmail: smithw@mathnx.math.byu.edu +Phone: +1 801 378 2061 FAX: +1 801 378 2800 + + +Article 298 of alt.startrek.creative: +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: ariel.unm.edu!news.cs.indiana.edu!sdd.hp.com!caen!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!hamblin.math.byu.edu!news +From: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Dr. William V. Smith) +Subject: MORE TNG vs. the Doomsday Machines +Organization: Brigham Young University +Date: 7 Mar 91 12:23:41 +Message-ID: +Lines: 170 +Sender: news@hamblin.math.byu.edu (Usenet News) + +I apologize again for dribbling more of this along, but I +keep getting requests for it even though I warned you +I would be unable to really finish it for some time. +[So why did I start posting it in the first place? +- it's not my fault, things come up] This piece starts +more or less where the last one left off, with just a +touch of a rewrite at the joining point. A few bits +of the first part have been rewritten too, I'll post +it if the story is ever completed. So here's a few +more pages: + +(The blue translucence of the transporter beam appears and +a prone human figure takes shape in it. A man appears, +laying on his back, as though asleep.) +Fisher: (gasps) Father! (Moves forward but is restrained +by Picard.) +Picard: Doctor. +Crusher: I want a tricorder reading first. (she scans the +patient for a few moments, then approaches and takes a small +device from her belt and holds it over the man's chest. +She turns to Picard.) Well, he's alive. Suffering from +dehydration, malnutrition and exhaustion. No +broken bones, a few bruises. He's asleep. Let's let him rest. +I can correct the electrolyte imbalances and bring the blood sugar +level to normal range in about 30 minutes. I think you can +safely question him then. (Picard nods. Crusher,to her assistants:) +Bring the stretcher. (Crusher injects the man with a mild +sedative, and they gently put him on the stretcher and the +Doctor appears to be monitoring him) +Picard: (touches comm link) Mr. LaForge, is it safe to beam back +over to our guest's home? +LaForge: It looks like the place is sealed. The air is none +to good, but we can use the small masks. Its dark over there, +and there is very little gravitational effect. We can equip for +that. Yes we can get over there if you want to, Captain. +Picard: (aside-voice lowered) No, a, other life forms show up? +LaF: (at first a puzzled look, then recognition) Nothing, sir. +No evidence that anyone else might have been with him. +Picard: Number one, select an away team and find out what +you can until our guest comes to. Lt. Fisher, you may accompany +Dr. Crusher to sick bay. (They are guiding the stretcher out of +the room) +Riker: Data, Geordi, would you join Worf and me in transporter +room 3? And Geordi, bring the portable broad beam lamps and +atmosphere stablizers. Let's make this as pleasant as possible. +LaF: I hear you, sir. (Barclay is standing near LaForge- Geordi +turns to him) Well Lt., did you have any success with your +simulations? +Barclay: I...I can't say sir. What I mean is, I wasn't able to +finish scanning the information we have from the Captain's link with +Commander Data. +LaF: Keep at it Lt. I want to see some results when I get +back from that asteroid hotel +(gestures to scan image of what is a portion of the former +underground complex serving the ag station on Cafferty) +Barclay: Y..Yes, sir. (Barclay leaves) +LaF: (taps comm badge) Commander Riker, I recommend we use +the Enterprise to stabilize the movment of our destination. It's +tumbling pretty badly, and who knows what is floating around over +there. We can induce a low gravity field while we're at it so we can +stand on the "floor". +Riker: Fine, Geordi. Let's make it quick. The Captain wants us +back here in an hour. +Captains Log: Stardate blahblah. An extraordinary thing has +happened. Apparently, the debris we have now encountered twice, +actually comes from Cafferty's planet in the Parkin systems. We +have found a survivior in the person of Dr. James Fisher,a former +high-ranking officer of the Ferderation Agricultural +Science Directorate. He, his wife and 43 others were conducting +experiments when some catastrophe caused the destruction of the +world on which they were living. Commander Riker has assembled +an away team to find out what happened to Cafferty and how +Dr. Fisher was able to survive. + +Riker: (speaking from transporter room 3 to Picard on the bridge) +Sir, we're ready to beam over now. I'll let you know as soon as +we find anything. +Picard: Right, number one. Mr. O'Brien, maintain transporter lock +on the away team and be ready to beam them back aboard. +O'Brien: Aye, sir. +(Riker moves to the transporter pads where Worf, Data and Geordi are standing) +Riker: Anytime, Mr. O'Brien +O'Brien: Yes, sir. (moves hands over console and the familiar +whine of the transporter is heard- the away team shimmers and +disappears) (The transporter beam fades in from complete darkness +on what's left of an underground tube approximately 25 ft. in +diameter. The away team materializes on what was an intermediate +floor of the station, covered with flotsam- a mixture of odds and +ends of pieces of furniture, eating utensils, clothing and other +unidentifiable items which nevertheless look like they might be parts +of things that could be found in a typical apartment living room. +Except the walls of the living room are covered with brown mold +and drip with moisture. As the transporter beam fades, the lights +the team brought with them illuminate the darkness with a bright +but non-glaring glow. +LaF: Wow! Whoever's been occupying this hole should have their +lease revoked. Smells like the odor caves we explored on Pacifica +last year. +Data: Am I right in assuming that you find the aroma distasteful, Geordi? +LaF: You can say that again, Data. Seems our friend couldn't be very +picky about waste disposal, not to mention food storage or air +purification. He's an awful lucky man. +Riker: All right you two, find out what you can here and then +head to the lower floors. Worf and I will move to the upper levels. +Keep your communicators open, and report anything of significance to +me. Understood? You're on alert status gentlemen. +LaF: Commander, are we looking for anything in particular? +Riker: The Captain wants to know how this man survived and what +happened to Cafferty's planet. Anything out of the ordinary could +be a clue. Keep your eyes pealed. +Data: If I may ask sir, what does such a painful abuse of the organ +of sight have to do with our mission? +Riker: (smiles broadly- Worf turns his head so that they cannot +see his mouth twitching). It's an expression Data. It means to +be watchful. +Data: Ah. Watchful. Vigilant, wide-awake, alert, on the lookout +for danger or opportunity. Carefully observant or attentive as in +being "on the watch". I believe I understand, sir. +LaF: (smiling) Data, you take tri-corder readings, while I tune +the atmosphere stabilizers. It's a little humid in here for my taste. +Data: Yes Commander, and . . . keep your eyes pealed.(LaForge laughs) +(cut to sick bay. Picard enters. Troi and Crusher are standing near +the far wall, Crusher is monitoring a panel. Lt. Fisher is standing +beside her unconscious father, holding his hand.) +Picard: Anything further on our patient, Beverly? +Crusher: He seems to be responding well. He's in excellent condition +considering what he must have gone through. I'll let you know if +there's any change. (Crusher notes that Picard seems to be staring +at her- when he notices she has observed him and he still does not +avert his gaze, she blushes and stammers) Anything else, sir? +Picard: (seems to snap out of it- adjusts his suit- and clears his throat) +No. Doctor, carry on. (Picard turns to leave, but stops in mid stride +and turns around.) Come to think of it, Doctor, there is something. +Could I have a word with you privately? +Crusher: (Glances quickly at Troi who is eyeing the Captain) +Certainly, sir. (she gestures to a door and they both enter. +The door closes byhind them, and Crusher turns to face Picard.) +What can I do for you Jean-Luc? (Picard says nothing, but moves +closer to her, he seems nervous but does not take his eyes from +her- suddenly, he grasps her and draws her to him and they kiss- +she is clearly startled by this but is also clearly responding- +just as suddenly, Picard appears to stop himself and with some +effort releases her and she- somewhat reluctantly - follows suit..) +Picard: (brushes his brow with his hand- speaks with some effort) +I - I'm sorry Be - Doctor, I don't know what came over me. Please +excuse me. (He turns with effort and then hurries out - the door barely +opens quickly enough to keep him from smashing into it. Crusher stares +after him, dumbfounded.) +(Cut to the outpost fragment, to Riker and Worf coming through an +exit hatch in a floor bulkhead several levels above where they first +beamed aboard-the walls and floor are dripping with condensed +moisture-the mold appears to be much thicker here-the two officers +exhalations are visible in the flashlight beams-everything is slippery +Riker is clearly a little uncomfortable with having the mold from +the ladder rungs on his hands). +Worf:(slowly plays his flashlight around) +This appears to be more of the same, Commander. No evidence +of anyone else having been here. ( they step over a mound of misc. +items and look about.) It *smells* like Dr. Fisher used this room +for- to relieve himself. I believe that this is the topmost surviving +level according to our scan. Dr. Fisher must have maintained +this room as a waste depository to keep the rest of the station +less contaminated. Clearly an exceptional man to have demonstrated +discipline under these conditions. +Riker: I think your right Lt. I doubt that we'll find anything +of importance here. Check the hatch up there (Riker points his +flashlight to the ceiling along the emergency exit ladder they +have been climbing). + +(To be continued, sometime) +-- + +EMail: smithw@hamblin.math.byu.edu or uunet!hamblin.math.byu.edu!smithw +SMail: Math Dept. -- 314 TMCB; BYU; Provo, UT 84602 (USA) +NeXTmail: smithw@mathnx.math.byu.edu +Phone: +1 801 378 2061 FAX: +1 801 378 2800 + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doubleje.sto b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doubleje.sto new file mode 100644 index 00000000..9ea3e4b5 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/doubleje.sto @@ -0,0 +1,1267 @@ +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!darwin.sura.net!wvnvms.wvnet.edu!marshall.wvnet.edu!brown +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: STORY: Double Jeopardy +Message-ID: <1993Jul6.103243.734@muvms6.wvnet.edu> +From: brown@muvms6.wvnet.edu +Date: 6 Jul 93 10:32:43 -0500 +Organization: Marshall University +Lines: 1257 + +Here is my first attempt at TNG fiction. Any comments or suggestions +would be appreciated. + +Lisle Brown LIB006@MARSHALL.WVNET.EDU + + +----------------------------- CUT HERE ---------------------------- + + DOUBLE JEOPARDY + + By Lisle Brown + + 1993 - All rights reserved + + + "Commander." + + The disembodied voice of the computer caused Deanna Troi's +eyes to blink opened. She had a well formed face, high cheek bones, +firm jaw-line and full sensuous mouth. A tangle of curly black hair +splayed over the pillow. She possessed the deep black eyes of a +Betazoid, although she was half human. + + The room was enveloped in darkness. She closed her eyes again +-- still sleepy -- and stretched under the thermal sheet. She felt +tired, as if she had just fallen asleep. A slight headache buzzed +behind her right eye. I'll have to see Beverly about that, if it +doesn't go away, she thought. + + "Commander," the computer said again, the lights automatically +coming up to a soft dimness. + + "Yes, yes" she said a little annoyed. Turning her head she +could see a bright starfield through a viewport. "What time is it?" +She rubbed her aching eye. + + "Zero four hundred hours. The Captain would like to see you in +his Ready Room." + + "Yes." She sighed. "I'm on my way." + + She pushed the sheet aside and swung her legs over the edge of +the bed. She let out a small gasp when she felt the cool air waft +over her skin. She looked down and was surprised to see her bare +skin. She shook her head in confusion, because she always wore a +nightgown. She felt around the bed covers, but there was no +nightgown. She stood up and searched further. Still no gown. Turning +she caught the sight of her reflection in the viewport. Yes, there +was no mistake she was completely naked. She was short with a softly +rounded yet firmly athletic body. She found her breathing was +beginning to increase; she felt sure that something was wrong. + + But, where was she? She clearly remembered falling asleep in +an uncomfortable bed on that Cardassian monstrosity of the starbase, +called Deep Space Nine. Now she appeared to be in her own +comfortable quarters on the starship U.S.S. Enterprise. The room was +familiar in every respects. All of her personal belongings were +neatly arranged around the room where they should be. + + "What's going on?" she murmured. "How I'd get on the +Enterprise." She surveyed the rumpled bed cover and shook her head +again. Crossing the room, she pulled out a small wall-drawer. It was +empty. She looked at its interior, dumbfounded. She always kept at +least two pairs of one-piece undergarments in the drawer, just in +case the replicator malfunctioned. She turned and looked around the +room again. Everything looked normal. Making her way to the +replicator, she said, "Undergarments, three pair." + + Within a few moments the white garments, folded and stacked, +appeared. She pulled on a pair and placed the other two pairs in the +drawer, closing it with a bump of her hip. She was taking a little +too long to dress and she did not want to keep Captain Picard +waiting. Hurrying to the closet, she opened the door. Instead of the +two blue uniforms -- one duty and the other full-dress -- and a +small wardrobe of casual attire, which she also kept on hand in case +of a replicator malfunction, the closet was also empty. Another +mystery, she thought. She returned to the replicator and said, +"Computer, duty uniform." + + In a moment a neatly folded wine-red uniform with the three +gold rank pins of a commander materialized in the replicator. + + "Computer, this is not the correct uniform." + + "The uniform meets all the specified physical proportions, +encoded for Deanna Troi Riker, Commander, Starfleet, first officer +of the U.S.S. Enterprise." + + "What?" she stammered. "Deanna who?" + + "Commander Deanna Riker," the Computer answered. + + ****** + + Inside the turbolift Deanna stood uneasily, quite +uncomfortable in the wine-red uniform. She nervously fingered the +rank pins. Just before the doors opened she removed them. + + The doors of the aft turbolift opened and she stepped onto the +bridge. She expected to see familiar faces, but she recognized none +of them, until Wesley Crusher at the Tactical Station turned and +nodded perfunctorily in her direction before turning back to his +console. Wesley Crusher! He was dressed in the mustard yellow +uniform of security. + + "Wesley?" she asked. + + "Commander," he said turning towards her again. His uniform +collar bore the double pins of a lieutenant, junior grade. + + "Wesley, is that you?" + + "Sir?" + + She started to reply but caught herself. What's going on, she +wondered as she turned and hurried down the port ramp towards the +Ready Room entrance. She was sure that Captain Picard would have the +answer. As she neared the door she pressed the chimes. She expected +to hear Picard's melodious "Come" from within, but instead she heard +a brusk, "Enter." The doors slid open and across the room she saw +Captain Edward Jellico sitting at the desk absorbed in a +workstation. When she hesitated at the threshold he looked up at +her. + + "I'll be with you in a minute, Number One." He returned to his +workstation. + + Number One? Deanna overcame the impulse to look behind her, +knowing that Will Riker would not be there. She stepped inside, the +doors closing behind her. As Jellico continued his attention at the +workstation, Deanna turned and quickly scanned the room. Gone were +all of Picard's personal belongings -- the aquarium with the tiger +fish, the model of the U.S.S. Stargazer on its stand and the large +volume of Shakespeare's works in its display case on the table by +the couch. On the Stargazer's stand was a model of an ancient earth +sailing vessel with full rigging and sails. Inside the display case +was a antique sextant and spy-glass. Behind the couch hung a marine +painting of a large triple-masted sailing vessel in heavy seas. The +only things that looked familiar were the five children's drawings +behind the desk. She began to feel utterly overwhelmed with +confusion. Her mind raced trying to make sense of it all. + + "Commander Riker?" + + Jellico's voice brought Deanna back to the present. She +blinked and turned to face the Captain, who was looking at her +quizzically. She returned her full attention to the Jellico. + + "Reporting as directed, Sir." + + "Good. I have received a Code 47 message from Fleet Admiral +Elena Nechayev's aide. Captain Benjamin Cisco at Deep Space Nine has +informed Starfleet that Jean-Luc Picard and a Cardassian have passed +through the wormhole and are asking for political asylum. Neither of +them had left their ship when Cisco reported their arrival. They are +requesting assurances for their safety, but Cisco has issued orders +to take them both into custody once they exit their ship." Jellico's +pronunciation of Picard's name dripped with palpable hatred. + + "Take Captain Picard into custody? I don't understand." + + Jellico stood up, his face flushing with indignation. "And +what would you suggest we do with the Federation's worst traitor, +Number One?" + + "Traitor!" Deanna stammered. + + Jellico came around the desk, until he stood towering over +her. "I know that you held Picard in high esteem when you served +under him, but even you must acknowledge that his defection to the +Cardassians, intensified the hostilities between the Federation and +the Cardassian Union. Indeed most blame him for the resultant attack +and enormous loss of life at Minos Korva, and that most certainly +because of classified information he must have given to the +Cardassian military high command. And now there is this rumor of a +Romulan-Cardassian nonaggression pact, and Picard reportedly +assisted the Cardassian's chief negotiator. + + Deanna shook her head in dismay and confusion. What she was +hearing could not be true. Captain Picard, a traitor to Starfleet! +Impossible, but her empathic abilities indicated that Jellico was +not lying. Jellico stared at her obviously waiting for a response. +Her mind grappled with how to respond. She needed to go along until +she found out what was going on, she reasoned. + + She quickly recovered her composure, "The news caught me off +guard, Sir. I didn't expect Picard would ever return." + + "None of us did," Jellico spat out the words. He then leaned +over and twirled the workstation around so that it faced Deanna. + + "I was decoding this message when you arrived," he said +activating the device. The face of a Vulcan officer she did not +recognize appeared on the viewer after the Federation logo. + + "Captain Jellico, Captain Cisco has informed us that Picard +will only turn himself over to Fleet Admiral Nechayev. The +Cardassian has identified himself as Gal Madred. Starfleet +intelligence has little information on him, only that he is +connected with their security apparatus and was part of the +negotiating team sent to the Romulans. Cisco has since convinced the +two men to enter the starbase, where he has placed them in special +detention. Starfleet is most anxious to debrief these two men, +especially concerning the Romulan-Cardassian situation. Captain +Jellico, you are to rendezvous with the U.S.S. Wellington at +Starbase 65, where Admiral Nechayev will transfer to the Enterprise. +You will then proceed to Deep Space Nine and take Picard with Gal +Madred into custody. You will arrange full security while the +Admiral is on board and until Picard is confined. Admiral Nechayev +will give you further orders when she arrives." + + The viewer changed to the Federation logo again before going +blank. + + Deanna immediately recognized the name Gal Madred. In her long +conversations with Picard after his capture and torture at Celtris +Three, he had identified Gal Madred as his inquisitor. He was a +monstrously sadistic man. Picard loathed him; so how could the two +of them be together now? She was tempted to tell this to Jellico, +but decided to hold back until she could learned more. + + "Number One, you will work out the security arrangements with +Mister Crusher. I want everything precisely accounted for. There +will be no slip-ups while the Admiral is on board. I want Picard's +capture made without a hitch. Understood?" + + "Aye, Sir" + + "This is on a need-to-know basis only, Commander. Tell +Lieutenant Crusher about the arrival of the Admiral, but not about +Picard yet. After talking to him, brief me on your preparations." + + "Aye, Sir." Deanna turned to leave. + + "Oh, one more thing, Commander." + + "Sir." + + "Next time you report to me, see that you're properly +dressed." + + "Sir?" + + "Your rank pins are missing." + + Deanna's hand went involuntary to her collar. "Yes, Sir." +Deanna turned and left the Ready Room, determined to sort out this +puzzle. + + ****** + + Commander William T. Riker rushed along the hallway towards +the turbolift, responding to a summons by Captain Jean-Luc Picard to +come to the main bridge. The tall bearded officer had a certain +swagger to his gait, indicative of his confidence as the +Enterprise's first officer. The turbolift the doors swished open, +revealing Lieutenant Commander Data inside. As Riker entered, Data +said, "Hello, Commander. Did the Captain sent for you, too?" + + "Yes" + + "Resume," the android said. The turbolift renewed its passage +towards deck one. Data's metallic skin shown dully in the soft light +of the turbolift and his yellow eyes regarded Riker intently. + + After a few moments of silence, Data said, "Commander, may I +ask you a personal question?" + + Riker nodded. + + "I was wondering how you feel now that you know you have a +double?" + + Riker looked at Data and smiled, "Just the same as you and +Lore?" + + "Precisely, Sir. You and I are unique in that aspect. Both of +us have twins, in a sense, but more than twins. Our doubles are +exactly the same as us. Some would say exact duplicates in a +physical sense." + + "Well, we're not exactly the same in all regards." + + "Ah, yes. Lore does have the capacity for experiencing the +full range of human emotional response, which I do not." + + "Yes, yes," Riker said. "And Thomas Riker is more...more..." +He hesitated searching for the right words. "No...not more. He's +less resolute than me on his career advancement and more willing to +make concessions that I would not." + + "I see. You mean Counselor Troi." + + Riker flushed. "No. Not exactly, Data." + + The turbolift doors opened, cutting short the conversation, +much to Riker's relief. He was still unsure of how to reconcile his +feelings for Thomas Riker, especially in regards to Deanna Troi. + + The two officers left the forward turbolift and approached +Captain Picard who was standing by the command chair and talking to +Lieutenant Worf. Picard, tall and slim for his years, easily exuded +the authority of command. The Klingon security officer towered over +him at the Tactical Station on the upper level of the main bridge. +Picard turned toward Riker and Data as they approached. The Captain +had a grim scowl on his face. + + "Commander. Mister Data. I have received a disturbing message +from the commander of Deep Space Nine." + + Riker felt his gut tighten. "Does it have something to do with +Counselor Troi and Doctor Crusher?" + + "Yes, I am afraid so, Number One. You recall that Doctor +Crusher and Counselor Troi left to attend a Bajoran Medical +Federation conference on the physio-psychological implications of +wormhole travel. After the conference ended, Beverly and Deanna +accepted the invitation of starbase CMO to visit Deep Space Nine +while waiting for us to arrive at Bajor. Starbase commander Cisco +has informed me that Counselor Troi has disappeared. + + "Disappeared?" Riker interrupted. + + "Yes. Beverly discovered her empty quarters, when she didn't +show up for breakfast. Although no ship has departed the starbase +since she and Beverly arrived, the Counselor cannot be located +anywhere on the starbase. All of her belongings -- everything, +including her clothing and communicator were found in her quarters. +Commander Cisco is not allowing any vessel to depart until Counselor +Troi is located. He is conducting a massive search of the starbase. +I have just had Worf send a message to Cisco that we are on our way +there." + + "Who is their security chief?" Riker asked. + + "Non-Starfleet. A shapeshifter, called Odo, I think. I met him +when we first went to the starbase." Picard responded. + + "Shapeshifter?" Data said. "How interesting..." + + "Dammit!" Riker interrupted. "He's not Starfleet. No wonder +nothing's happening." + + "Commander Cisco assures me that he is doing everything +possible, Number One. He indicates that Odo is a thorough +professional." + + "Professional, hah! Anything is possible at that Cardassian +bucket of bolts." Riker turned to Ensign Maddox at the Conn. "What +is our travel time to the starbase?" + + "Six hours, thirty-four minutes at current warp, Sir." + + "Increase to warp 9." Picard said. + + "Aye, Sir." + + "I've ask Cisco to keep us informed of any new developments." + + Riker stared at Picard, his expressive, dark eyes intense with +concern. "Nothing had better happen to Deanna." + + Picard reached out and placed a comforting hand on his first +officer's shoulder, "I know, Will. I know." + + ****** + + Odo stood uneasily before Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Cisco. +It was hard to intimidate the shape-shifter, but the lack of +response to his massive starbase search was most troubling. Even +while Odo and Cisco spoke in the Commander's office off the +starbase's operations room, the search continued. Odo had come to +up-date Cisco, whose patience was wearing thin. + + "You've still found nothing." Cisco asked. + + "No, Sir." + + "A person cannot just disappear into thin air on an air-tight +starbase." + + "No, Sir." Cisco's choice of words amused Odo. Typical Terran +hyperbole, he thought, but he did not smile. + + "Well, we've got less then eight hours, before Picard arrives, +and he'll hit this place like a photon torpedo. We'd better have +found his Counselor safe and sound before then, Constable." + + "We've begun the search of the docking ring again. Another +party has started an examination of all docked starships. There are +six of them. These searches should..." + + "Did you meet any resistance from the captains about searching +their vessels?" Cisco interrupted. "I'd hope we could have resolved +the matter without that action." + + "Oh, just the expected protests about Federation violations of +their rights, but I used Docking Protocol 4 to squelch any +opposition. Of course, none of the captains are pleased about our +security personnel boarding their ships." + + Cisco sighed. "I guess things are beginning to get a little +tense around here." + + "Yes, Sir," Odo nodded slightly. + + Just then red-headed Miles O'Brien stepped through the door. +As usual the base's operations chief had the sleeves of his uniform +pushed up. A slight sheen of perspiration covered his the brow. + + "I think Quark may have solved the mystery, Commander." +O'Brien stated. + + "Quark?" Odo said incredulously. + + "Yes. He came to me a short time ago and ask me to look at a +stuck door in one of his holosuites. My first inclination was to +brush aside such a trivial request. You know how single-minded Quark +is about his business and our present problems seem to take +precedent. I had second thoughts, however, and sent Lieutenant +Everette to check out the door. He just reported back that the +locking mechanism door has been secured by some type override. +Everette thinks the override mechanism may have been purposefully +left by the Cardassians when they vacated the station." + + "You think Deanna Troi is in the holosuite?" Cisco asked. + + "We've looked everywhere. Where else could she be?" O'Brien +said. + + "Trapped in one of Quark's holosuites," Odo said, shaking his +head. + + ****** + + Deanna exited the Ready Room and walked up the ramp towards +the Tactical Station where Wesley Crusher still stood. She observed +that he appeared older, more mature and a little heavier than when +she had last seen him. + + "Wesley, we need to talk." + + "Yes, Sir." + + "Call me Deanna, please." + + He looked as if the request puzzled him. "All right..., +Deanna" + + "Let's go to the Observation Lounge. Captain Jellico wants me +to discuss a security matter with you in private." + + Deanna and Wesley entered the Observation Lounge. After she +sat down, he also sat down opposite her. She observed him for a +moment, trying to sense his emotional state, but she could find +little emotion in him. She found this strange, because when he had +lived on the Enterprise with his mother his pubescent emotions and +passions were almost too transparent to her. As a Betazoid female +she often felt his awkwardness around her. Now, there was none of +that present. All she felt was total stoic discipline. It was quite +a change from the brilliant, spirited teenager she had known before. + + "Wesley, we will be picking up Fleet Admiral Nechayev from the +Wellington at Starbase 65. You are to form a security party for the +Admiral while she is on board. Captain Jellico tells me that she +will have further orders for us when she arrives." + + "Yes, Sir. Two security officers should be sufficient, I would +think. I'll have them at the transporter room when she arrives." + + "Yes, that sounds fine." + + There followed an awkward silence, as Deanna pondered her next +line of questioning. + + "Will that be all, Commander?" Wesley asked, breaking the +silence. + + "No, no. Wesley, what can you tell me about Captain Picard and +Celtris Three?" + + She saw Wesley's eyes hardened and his jaw tensed. "Why do you +want to dredge all that up?" + + "Please, just tell me what you know." + + "Everyone knows the story. Picard, Worf, and my mother were +sent on a covert mission to Celtris Three. The details of the +mission still remain classified, other than we know that they were +ambushed by the Cardassians." His voiced took on a hard, bitter +edge. "They were all captured. Some now think that Picard probably +engineered the trap so that he could defect. Anyway, Worf and my +mother died at the hands of the Cardassians in one of their +internment camps." He blinked his eyes nervously. + + Deanna caught her breathe. No, no, that's not what happened, +she thought. Worf and Beverly survived the attack, but Picard was +taken captive. Although tortured he survived, too. She could not +accept what Wesley had just said. + + Wesley continued; his was voice bitter, "But the traitor +Picard defected to the Cardassians, and told all he knew about +Starfleet plans to those barbarians. Reports are that he is living +the good life now. So you see, Commander, Picard was responsible for +the death of both my father and mother, as well as thousands of +others." + + He glared at her. + + Deanna did not know how to respond. She chose her words +carefully. "Wesley, what if I were to tell you that both your mother +and Worf survived the attack." + + A scowl crossed Wesley's face of utter disbelief. "You're +crazy. I saw my mother's broken body before she was buried beside my +Dad." + + Deanna rubbed a hand over her eye, which now was throbbing. Am +I going crazy, she thought. + + Suddenly Wesley stood up. "If that's all, may I be excused, +Commander?" + + She looked at his pained and angry face. She thought she would +never see such a look of abject hatred and consuming anger in the +eyes of Wesley Crusher. This was not the Wesley she had known. She +nodded, "Yes, Lieutenant. You're excused." + + Wesley turned and strode through the doorway leading back to +the bridge. + + Deanna sighed, resting her head in her hands on the cool table +top. Was she really going crazy? How could Picard be a traitor? Were +Beverly Crusher and Worf both dead? How could she have such a bright +recollection of their survival and subsequent life after Celtris +Three, and yet all she was now experiencing indicated the exact +opposite. And how could she be Commander Riker, the first officer of +the Enterprise? She had never aspired to command. Her mind was a +jumble of disjointed and incoherent thoughts. She lifted her head +and looked at her reflection on the highly polished table top. "Am +I loosing my mind?" she said out loud. She rubbed her pain-filled +eye; her headache was spreading. + + "Computer, what is the current stardate?" she asked, massaging +her temple. + + "The current stardate is 53458.8." + + She slumped back in the chair. The last stardate she could +recall was 47310, the date of the Bejoran medical conference on the +wormhole at Deep Space Nine. She could not account for the past six +years! + + ****** + + Quark was ready to greet Cisco, Odo, and O'Brien as they +entered from the Promenade. The Ferengi was all smiles, as he +greeted the two Starfleet officers and shapeshifter. + + "Ah, Commander, what a welcome sight. I am honored that you'd +think my little problem worthy of your personal attention. Your +lieutenant's still up there trying to get the door open." + + "I see," Cisco replied. "Show us where this doorway is." + + "Of course." + + Quark quickly lead the way up to the upper holosuite level, +stopping in front of a doorway. Lieutenant Everette had the control +access panel off and was so preoccupied with working on the locking- +out override that he did not notice the four men's approach. + + "Lieutenant, what have you found?" Cisco asked. + + "Oh," Everette looked up startled, "It's something I've never +seen before, Sir. The normal computer program which controls the +holosuite has been altered. It appears that access to the new +program is protected by an encrypted polynumeric subsitution system +as a restricted gateway. Usually cracking such a cipher would be no +problem for us, but just when I am about to do it, the gateway is +totally reencrypted and reset. We just have to start cryptanalysis +again. I have been unable to break through it and regain access to +the suite. It's not a very sophisticated system, but I doubt our own +computer will be able to break it anytime soon as long as it remains +dynamic." + + "Has any pattern developed as it changes?" O'Brien asked, +bending down and peering into the panel's scrambled readout. + + "It appears to be random, Miles." + + "Whew," O'Brien said, straightening up. "Commander, who ever +designed this little baby knew what he was doing." + + "Have you been able to ascertain if anyone is inside?" Cisco +asked. + + "No, Sir. The gateway has also limited our access to what's +going on in side. We do know that the holosuite has been activated +and that a program is running, but Quark can't identify it." +Everette responded. + + "Ah, Commander," Quark chimed in, "the holosuite programs we +run are pretty routine fantasy-type things. You know what I mean. +Actually most of them are variations on certain themes. Nothing +dangerous or anything like that. We just aim to please our +customers. But this program is not in our file. Someone has +activated a strictly personal program. This is against our house +rules. In fact, someone shouldn't be even be able to do it. I plan +on having the culprit taken into custody when we get the door open." + + "We'll see about that," Odo grunted. + + Quark glared at the shapeshifter. + + Cisco turned to O'Brien and asked, "How about just shutting +down the computer link for this section and just closing down the +whole thing?" + + "What!" Quark gasped. "It'd close down my whole business. You +can't do that for just a stuck door." + + "Or we could just break the door down," Odo said. + + "No!" Quark exclaimed. "If you do that, you can be sure that +the Starfleet is going to pay for the damage and my loss of +business." + + "Commander," O'Brien said, "that might not be such a good +idea. We don't know what's going on in the holosuite. Any intrusive +action on our part may make matters worse inside. We'd better +keeping trying to override the lockout." + + Cisco nodded. "Okay, keep at it O'Brien. I'll go back to Ops +and let Picard know what we've found." + + As Cisco and Odo started for the lower level Quark accompanied +them, trying to get answers from the Starfleet officer. + + "Is that the infamous Picard of the Battle of Maxia?" Quark +asked. + + "No comment," Cisco responded. + + "What does Picard have to do with my stuck door?" the Ferengi +asked. + + "This is an internal security matter, Quark," Odo said. + + "Ah, Internal security. That's why I've been seeing Odo's men +scurrying all over the place. I thought something funny was going +on, especially when some of the ship's captains came in complaining +of having their ships searched. Who are they looking for?" + + "It's a Starfleet matter. Leave it alone, Quark." Cisco +responded sharply. + + "Now it's Starfleet." + + Cisco stopped at the entrance and turned to Quark, "Look. If +any damage results to your precious holosuite, Starfleet will take +care of it." + + "That's all your going to tell me?" + + "Yeah," Cisco answered, as he and Odo left. + + "Quark stared after the two men and then turned, looking up at +the holosuite level. + + ****** + + Deanna entered her quarters slowly and slumped down on her +bed. While making her way to her quarters, she had been unable to +sort out the conflicting reports she had received. Seeing a +workstation on a table she crossed over to it and activate the +device. + + "Computer show me the records of Deanna Troi...,uh, Riker." + + Her face appeared in one corner of viewer with her service +record in the rest of the field. Everything appeared normal until +she reached the date 47310, the date of the wormhole conference. +After that there appeared a number of entries of inconsequential, +but un-remembered events, until 48020, when she was promoted to +Commander and transferred to the U.S.S. Yeager. She could not +remember ever hearing of such a vessel. Under the date of 50601 she +and Lieutenant W. Thomas Riker of the same vessel were married on +Betazed. + + Thomas Riker! The name caused a rush of sensations to fill +mind. She could clearly see his face and their final parting on the +Enterprise, but nothing after that date. How could she forget +serving with him on the Yeager and their subsequent marriage? It +just did not make sense. + + Looking back at the viewer she saw her transfer date back to +the Enterprise and assignment as Jellico's first officer just five +months ago. There was no indication of why she had been transferred +and had stepped into a command level position. Another perplexing +puzzle. + + She stood up, rubbing her forehead. The headache was still +there. Crossing to the replicator she requested a cool drink of +water. Taking the glass, she drank the refreshing liquid. Setting +the glass on the table by the workstation, she asked the computer +for the records of Jean-Luc Picard. As the viewer displayed his +records, she felt an overpowering drowsiness descend on her. She +could hardly keep her eyes open. Standing up, she groggily made her +way to her bed and collapsed. Sleep overtook her instantly. + + ****** + + Captain's Log, Stardate 47313. We have + arrived at Deep Space Nine. Starbase + commander Benjamin Cisco reports that his + staff has been unable to locate Counselor + Troi. It appears that she is probably + inside a dolodeck-like room, which has been + locked-out and protected by a sophisticated + computer cipher program. All attempts to + either override or decipher the program has + proved futile. Nothing is know about what + is going on inside the room. + + Cisco and Odo waited at the docking port. Doctor Crusher was +there as well. In a moment the heavy circular door rolled aside and +Captain Picard strode through, accompanied by Riker, La Forge and +Data. Picard looked grim. + + "Captain," Cisco nodded in greeting. "I wish your visit to DSN +was under better circumstances." + + "Me too, Commander," Picard nodded back. "Where is this +holodeck?" + + "Holosuite," Odo corrected. + + "Whatever," Riker interjected. "What's the problem with +opening a simple door?" + + "I'll brief you on the way," Cisco said turning down the +corridor, the others following him. + + ****** + + Deanna was sprawled on her bed, deeply asleep. The door to her +quarters opened and Wesley Crusher entered. He first went to a table +and laid a phaser on it. He then went to the bed and placed a small +device against Deanna's temple. After pressing a small button on its +top, he quickly removed it and stepped back. + + Deanna awakened with a start; someone was in her room. She sat +up quickly. Wesley Crusher stood over her. + + "The Captain wants you on the Bridge. We're docking at Deep +Space Nine and Admiral Nechayev has already arrived on board. You +didn't respond to the computer, so he sent me to see if you all +right." + + "I'm fine," she said bruskly. She did not feel comfortable +with Wesley's intrusion into her private quarters, and the damned +headache was still pounding in her head. She felt groggy and a +little disoriented. "Let's go," she said standing up. + + "Better get your phaser," Wesley said, indicating the weapon +on the table. + + Deanna picked up the phaser and slipped it into holster on her +hip. The two officers walked through the doors into the corridor +beyond. + + ****** + + As Picard, Cisco and the others entered Quark's establishment, +Quark rushed to meet them, blocking Picard's path. + + "Ah, so you are the famous Jean-Luc Picard of the Stargazer." +The words dripped with malice. + + "What, the..." Picard responded, looking at Cisco. + + "Quark!" Cisco interjected, "Step aside." + + Quark eyed Picard and slowly stepped away. "It's an honor to +welcome the Hero of the Battle of Maxia," he said, his voice filled +with contempt. + + Picard pushed by the Ferengi, followed by the others. Quark +stepped in the rear, grabbing Cisco's sleeve. "I don't want that man +in my establishment. I lost a good friend at Maxia." + + "Quark, I don't want any trouble while he's here. As soon as +we get the holosuite doors open and see what's inside, he'll be +gone." + + Quark nodded soberly, staring past Cisco at Picard's +retreating back. He fell in behind Cisco, as the starbase commander +rushed to catch up to Picard. When Cisco passed Odo, he muttered, +"Keep an eye on Quark. I don't want any trouble while Picard's +here." + + Odo nodded and fell in step beside Quark. The Ferengi eyed the +shapeshifter suspiciously. + + Upon reaching the holosuite, La Forge and Data joined in the +attempt to disable the cipher, but even they were stumped by the +dynamic aspects of the override. Every attempt was foiled as the +cipher unexpectedly changed. + + "Most intriguing," Data said, standing up. "I'm sure that +someone is monitoring our progress. Just as we are about the solve +it, it changes." + + "You mean that whoever is in there, knows we're out here?" +Riker asked. + + "It appears so, Commander," La Forge answered. + + "Then we can assume that Troi is being held captive?" Doctor +Crusher asked. + + "Yes," Odo stated. "If she is in there, she is most assuredly +being held against her will." + + "Riker looked at the shapeshifter, trying to refute his +statement. Then he turned to Picard and asked, "But why Troi?" + + "And why in a holodeck?" Picard asked. He looked at the +others, but no one responded. + + ****** + + The doors from the bridge open and Jellico led the group of +officers into the Observation Lounge. Lieutenant Crusher and Captain +Jellico stood beside Admiral Nechayev, while Deanna stood behind +them. At the rear of the party two of Wesley's security men stood by +the doorway, ready to take Picard and Gal Madred into custody. +Jellico looked at Nechayev, who nodded. + + Jellico touched his communicator, "Captain Cisco, we are ready +to have Picard and Madred transported to our position." + + "We are ready here, Captain." Cisco's voice came through +Jellico's communicator sound plate. + + "Sobok, transport Picard and Madred to the Observation +Lounge." + + "Aye, Sir. Transporting now." the Transporter Chief responded +over the intercom. + + In a moment two swirling transporter beams appeared at the +other end of the Lounge. The beams coalesced into Picard and Madred. +Picard was dressed in his old uniform as a Starfleet captain, while +Madred's attire was a nondescript loose robe of course gray +material. Picard's face was etched in grim, sober lines. His eyes +were weary and suspicious. Madred stood placid, looking from right +to left around the room with an almost bored expression. + + Deanna could feel Nechayev and Jellico stiffen at the sight of +Picard in his uniform. How presumptuous, Jellico muttered to +himself. The two parties regarded each other without a word. Deanna +sought to read Picard's emotional state, but nothing came through to +her at all. She could not understand this, because she had always +been able to sense easily Picard's state of mind. It perplexed her +that she could not sensed any emotion in him now. He was a compete +cipher to her. + + Then Nechayev step forward and cleared her voice. "Jean-Luc +Picard," she began, but before she had barely finished his name, +Picard whipped out a palm-size weapon and fired point-blank into the +Admiral's chest. The force of the beam propelled the woman back into +the Jellico and Deanna, who staggered under the force of the impact +and fell to the floor. Before Wesley could draw his phaser, Picard's +second blast tore into the officer's chest. The dying Wesley crashed +into the security officers, throwing them to the ground in a tangle +of bodies. + + Quickly freeing himself from the Admiral's body, Jellico rose +and fired his phaser but Picard ducked behind a chair as the blast +passed harmlessly over his shoulder. From behind the chair Picard's +third shot hit Jellico; his body rolled off the conference table and +again on top of Nechayev and Deanna. Deanna could tell Jellico was +not dead, because he was straining for breath and moaning softly. + + Deanna struggled beneath the dead weight of both Nechayev and +Jellico's bodies, desperately trying to free herself. Picard was +hiding behind the table now, firing at the two security men, who +also had sought cover beneath the table. Deanna saw Madred still +standing, coolly watching the carnage as if he was merely a +spectator and unafraid of any of the energy blasts. Deanna punched +her communicator, "Red Alert. Red Alert. Security to the Observation +Lounge. NOW!" She was aware of the klaxon sounding. + + Deanna' voice brought her to Picard's attention. He turned and +fired in her direction, but the blast was absorbed by Nechayev's +body. By now Deanna had her phaser out and instinctively fired at +Picard, hitting his arm as he ducked behind a chair. He yowled in +pain and made a dash through the doors into the hallway beyond. +Deanna's second blast splintered the doors, as they closed behind +the retreating Picard. She rose and ran after Picard, passing Madred +who was still just standing and observing the whole affair. + + "Get out of my way," Deanna shouted, shoving the Cardassian +aside. She disappeared through the doorway. Madred looked after her, +a malevolent grin spreading across his face. "Now it's my turn, +Picard. You won't defeat me again," he scowled. He took a small +device from beneath his robe, pressed a sensor plate, and spoke one +word, "Picard." + + ****** + + Outside the holosuite door, O'Brien, Data, and La Forge +hurriedly work at deactivating the locked-out door. They found it a +substantial challenge, because of the Cardassian convoluted and +randomly changing coded array imposed on the locking mechanism. +Behind them stood Cisco, Odo, Picard and Riker, impatiently +observing the two men's work. Doctor Crusher waited off to one side. +Behind the group Quark paced angrily, muttering to himself about who +was going to pay for any damage to the door and holosuite, and +angrily eying Picard. + + Suddenly a voice came through the intercom, "Picard." + + Picard stiffened when he heard the voice. He knew it well. +"Gal Madred!" he exclaimed. + + "So you remember me, Captain." + + "Yes." Picard said flatly, feeling a peculiar nausea growing +inside his stomach. He inadvertently touched his chest where Madred +had placed the pain-inducing implant, since removed by Doctor +Crusher. + + "I have your Counselor, Deanna Troi, with me in here. If you +don't want her harmed, you'll do as I say." + + "I'll not negotiate with a torturer, Madred." + + "Now, Captain, whose talking about negotiations. If you want +Troi, you just have to come and get her -- alone." + + "How do I know that Troi is all right?" + + "Come now, Picard, you have my word," Madred's voice dripped +with sarcasm. "Decide quickly, as time is running out." + + "You can't go in there alone, Captain," Riker said. "You don't +know what type of program he is running. Let me go instead." + + "No, Rik..." + + "Picard," Madred voice interrupted, again cutting through the +air. "Perhaps this will speed your decision." A woman's terrorized +scream filled the corridor. + + Quark covered his ears in pain. Riker bolted for the door, +almost knocking over O'Brien. "You bastard!" he yelled. Cisco and +Odo pulled him back. It took Cisco, Odo and O'Brien to restrain him. +He thrashed in their grip. "Dammit, let me go!" + + Picard stepped towards the door. "Madred, let me in. I'm +alone," he called out, drawing his phaser. + + ****** + + Deanna ran, crouched down the corridor, the red alarm klaxon +sounding loudly. She had not sighted Picard, but it was easy enough +to follow the trail of small droplets of blood on the deck from the +wound in his arm. The corridor was empty. Where was security, she +kept wondering. She came to a junction; the red droplets turned to +the right. She peered around the corner. Picard was kneeling with +his phaser in firing position. She ducked just as a blast tore into +the wall across from her. She waited a moment and looked gain. He +was gone. She turned the corner and continued her chase along the +corridor. + + ****** + + Slowly the holosuite doors parted wide enough to admit one +person. Picard and the others were surprised to see a curved +corridor of the Enterprise inside the holosuite. An alarm klaxon was +sounding loudly. No one was in sight. Picard squeezed cautiously +through the narrow opening and the doors began to close immediately +behind him. O'Brien frantically worked the access panel, trying to +prevent the doors from closing, but it was no use, the heavy doors +clanged shut. + + The men holding Riker loosen their grip. He bolted forward +again, "Get those doors open," he shouted at O'Brien and La Forge. +"NOW!" + + ****** + + Instead of looking behind him, Picard sensed the holosuite +doors close and dematerialize. Then he looked briefly over his +shoulder. Although he knew he was in a Deep Space Nine holosuite, +the corridor he stood in was identical in every respects to those in +the Enterprise. He could see no one. The feeling was eery. He did +not know what was going on or what the nature of the program which +was running, but he knew he was in danger. Suddenly the alarm klaxon +stopped sounding, being replaced by an unnatural stillness. + + "Counselor Troi, can you hear me?" he called out. + + There was no response. + + "Show yourself, Madred!" + + There still was no response. He began to walk slowly, his +phaser ready. + + ****** + + When the klaxon stopped sounding, it took Deanna by surprise. +She stopped and listened, but all she could here was a foreboding +silence. She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. +She stared at the blood splatters on the carpet, leading her on the +chase. She crept quietly to a juncture and stopped by the corner. +She breathed deeply twice, held her phaser at the ready and swung +around the corner. + + ****** + + Picard saw Troi suddenly lunged into view around a corner. She +looked disheveled and frantic, as if she was being chased. He raise +his hand and started to speak. + + ****** + + Troi spied Picard at the end of the corridor, raising his +phaser in front of him. She dropped to a knee and fired +instinctively. The phaser beam punched squarely into Picard's chest, +the force of the blast throwing him back against the bulkhead. He +collapsed, his phaser skittering across the floor. + + She stood up slowly, breathing heavily, and looked at the +crumpled Picard. Instinctively she knew he was not dead. She started +walking down the corridor, her phaser pointed directly at him. From +out of nowhere Jellico appeared by her side. + + "He's not dead," Jellico rasped. + + "No, not yet," Troi breathed out. + + "Then kill him. Kill the traitor." he ranted. + + Deanna raised the phaser to fire. Suddenly she was overwhelmed +with a wash of emotions emanating from crumpled Picard. She felt his +surprise and pain. He was struggling for breath, while also trying +to understand what had happened to him. His head lolled and he +moaned, "Deanna." Hearing her name, Deanna's heart leaped in +recognition: this was not the same Picard she had met in the +Observation Lounge -- not the same cipher-of-a-man who had tried to +kill her. She lowered her phaser and gasped in the reality of the +situation. The Picard she had been chasing was a double; she had +just shot the real Picard. She lowered her weapon and started +towards Picard. + + Jellico grabbed her, holding her back. "Kill him," he yelled, +"That's an order!" + + As Deanna struggled in his grasp, trying to pull free, Jellico +suddenly transmuted into the robe-clad Madred. His powerful grasp on +Deanna's arm was wrenching the phaser free. Suddenly the phaser +fired, striking the wall which shimmered and coalesced into the door +of the holosuite. + + Even in the struggle Deanna recognized the doorway +superimposed on the wall of the corridor. A holodeck! It was all a +ruse! She had been Madred's pawn in an assassination attempt on +Picard. She was infuriated and Worf's martial arts training with +began to pay off. A fierce stomp on Madred's instep and savage +thrust of her knee into his groin doubled the Cardassian over in +pain. His hold on her was weakening. She turned with an upraised +fist, aiming for the small of his neck, but suddenly Madred raised +his head and drove it in into her stomach, knocking the wind of her +and sending the phaser sailing from her hand up the corridor. Deanna +buckled and collapsed to her hands and knees, gasping for breath. +Freed from the struggle with Deanna, Madred sprang after the phaser. + + Picking up the weapon the Cardassian grinned in victory. +Deanna slowly stood up, holding her stomach, while sucking in great +draughts of air. She stepped back by Picard, who had pushed himself +into a sitting position against the wall. "I'm sorry," Deanna said. +"I didn't..." + + "It's not your fault," Picard rasped out. + + Madred approached the two Starfleet officers. + + "Humans, you pathetic species." Madred sneered Picard. "And +you, half-breed," he said pointing the phaser at Deanna, "a +despicable union of two inferior races." + + Neither Picard nor Deanna responded to Madred's insults. + + "Nothing to say. Come now, Picard, you always had some +rebuttal. No. Well, I guess I'll have to finish the job that I +should have done on Celtris Three. You see, that little failure with +you did not sit well with my superiors. No one likes a reprimand and +demotion, especially me." + + Madred raised the phaser towards Picard. + + ****** + + "I think we've about got it," La Forge said. + + The door to the holosuite vibrated with the sound of a muted +explosion. + + "That's a phaser hit on the door!" Riker exclaimed. "Stand +back I'm going to force the door." + + "No!" Quark exclaimed, trying to break through the cordon of +offices, but Odo restrained him. + + Riker cranked up his phaser and fired directly at the door. +The heavy metal doors shook at the impact of the blast. La Forge and +O'Brien jumped as a flash of light and sparks exploded from the +control panel. Data and Odo quickly stepped up to the doors and +forced them apart. Riker and Cisco waited impatiently as the doors +parted, poised to enter with their phasers at the ready. + + ****** + + The blast and opening of the holosuite doors distracted +Madred, who jerked his weapon in that direction and fired +instinctively. The beam punched into the door with a shower of +sparks and smoke. Through the smoke two figures appeared, crouching +low with their weapons at the ready. They both fired at the same +instant, but only one blast hit the Cardassian who was propelled +backwards and slammed to the floor, his phaser flying away. He was +wreathing in agony as Riker and Cisco approached him. + + "Help me up." + + Denna's voice behind them startled the two officers, who +turned and saw her struggling to assist the injured Picard to his +feet. The men rushed to help. Riker put a supporting arm around +Deanna, as Cisco and La Forge helped Picard to stand upright. Doctor +Crusher was instantly Picard's side, scanning him with her +tricorder. + + "Are you all right, Sir?" Riker asked. + + "We need to get you to sickbay," Crusher said. + + Picard nodded and said, "But let me see Madred first." + + With the others help Picard laboriously made his way to the +fallen Madred, who was still conscious, but grimcing in pain, +luckily both Riker and Cisco's phasers had been on stun. Doctor +Bashir hurried in and began attending him, placing a hypospray at +his necked. + + "You win again, Picard," Madred rasped. + + Picard said nothing, but stared at the Cardassian as he passed +out. Picard looked at Bashir. + + "He'll survive, Sir," the physician said. + + Picard nodded somberly and turned to Deanna who was clinging +to Riker as tears streamed down her face, saying, "Let's get back to +the real Enterprise, Counselor." + + "Gladly, Sir," Deanna said. "Gladly." + + ****** + + Deanna sat on the couch in the Ready Room. She felt relieved +to be in its familiar setting, her eyes wandering over Picard's +personal affects. Picard approached from her the replicator, +carrying two cups of hot Earl Gray tea. + + "Here, I've found this to be quite relaxing, Counselor," he +said, passing a cup to Deanna before sitting down beside her. + + "Thank you." + + Picard took a sip and said, "Madred has been quite candid +about how he went about his little operation. Using a Cardassian +experimental personal cloaking device he sneaked onto the starbase +and kidnapped you from your quarters. He had enough information from +my interrogation and his probing of your thoughts to devise a +holodeck program for the Enterprise. He said that he found your +antipathy for Jellico so high that he couldn't help using him as the +captain of the Enterprise." + + Deanna nodded. "And Wesley?" + + "Oh yes, Wesley. At first he was just going to use Jellico in +his charade, but when he stumbled onto Wesley in his physiological +probe of you, he decided to turn Wesley into a bitter, anger young +man, so unlike your thoughts of him. He felt that his use of Wesley +and Thomas Riker were... how did he put it, `his little gems of +genius'. It must have a terrible ordeal." + + "Yes," Deanna said, sipping her tea. + + "I know how ruthless Madred can be. Fortunately we now have +him in custody. The Cardassians are demanding his return, and I'm +sure they are not pleased by his second failure, especially letting +us get a hold of their secret personal cloaking device. Geordi and +Data are conducting a full analysis of it for Starfleet Command +before we send it back to the Cardassains. Starfleet may decide to +send Madred back as well, knowing the Cardassians are brutally +efficient in disciplining its own." + + A moment of silence passed between them. + + "Captain, what is most troubling to me about the whole affair, +is how easily he manipulated me. Although I knew something was +wrong, yet when the time came Madred nearly achieved his goal to +kill you because of me." + + "Yes, but remember he kept you sedated most of the time. He +contrived the Enterprise episodes when you were awake to keep you +off balance." + + Deanna shook her head, "I guess I've always wondered if I +could take another's life if I had too. Now I know." + + "That's a question all Starfleet officers ask themselves. We +are trained to respond to any eventuality. Faced with a dangerous +and perilous situation, you acted according to your training." + + "That's a small comfort, Sir." + + The beeps of the intercomm sounded. "Captain, you are needed +on the Bridge. We are approaching the rendezvous with the U.S.S. +Hood," Data's voice filled the air. + + Touching his communicator, Picard responded, "I'll be right +there." + + Picard and Deanna stood up . Taking her cup he placed the two +cups on the desk. As they turned to leave, he stopped Deanna. + + "Counselor," Picard said, placing a comforting hand on her +arm, "I'd say that you faced and overcame your own personal +Kobayashi Maru in that holodeck." + + "Perhaps so," Deanna said, "but I now know a side of my +personality that I didn't know existed before. One that I don't +particularly like." + + Picard nodded in understanding. The two officers walked +through the doorway to the Main Bridge, the doors swishing closed +behind them. + + The End + +--------------------------- END OF FILE ------------------------- + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/drumhead.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/drumhead.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2cd54622 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/drumhead.rev @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ +WARNING: The following article contains spoiler information on this week's +TNG episode, "The Drumhead". So, if you don't want any spoilers, don't read +it. (Boy, that should be a generic enough warning--nobody'll know how I feel, +especially since I'm writing this several hours BEFORE the rest of the +review...:-) ) + +This starts out really slow, but picks up a LOT. Pretty good overall. + +Okay, so I'm a sucker for courtroom dramas. (Makes me wonder why I've never +been enchanted by "LA Law". Oh well.) This was another success in the lines +of TOS's "Court-Martial" and TNG's "The Measure of a Man" in that it managed +to get tons of tension crammed into a very small room. But more on that after +the synop, like so... + +An investigation is underway: there's been a security breach, followed by an +explosion in engineering which may well have been the result of sabotage. A +Klingon exobiologist, J'Ddan, is under investigation for the security breach, +and lots of circumstantial evidence points to him. He denies any involvement. + +Showing up to help the investigation is retired Admiral Nora Satie, who's +smoked out many a conspiracy in the past. Her investigations, combined with +some of Worf's findings, quickly point to obvious guilt for J'Ddan, who +confesses to his crime. However, when Sabin, a Betazoid aide to Satie, says +that he appears to be telling the truth in denying the apparent sabotage, +Satie concludes that there's a conspiracy on board. + +Satie, whose father was a revered judge in the Federation (required reading in +the Academy, at least in Picard's time) quickly gets to work. J'Ddan had few +associates, so the number of people to question is small. Since he often +received injections, Dr. Crusher is an obvious choice, but she has nothing +useful to give. However, after Simon Tarses, a med-tech, testifies, Sabin +immediately claims that Tarses is frightened and covering up a huge lie--and +says "there's your man." Picard begins to get worried about this chain of +events, refusing to hound an innocent man--_especially_ when Geordi and Data's +investigation later turns up strong evidence that the explosion in Engineering +was a random accident, not sabotage. + +Satie, however, will have none of it, and insists that the lack of sabotage +doesn't imply a lack of conspiracy. At the second hearing for Tarses (which +is now open to spectators, incidentally), Sabin ends up using a blatant lie +about the explosion in Engineering to get Tarses off balance, and accuses him +of being a known liar about his ancestry (his grandfather was not Vulcan, but +Romulan). Tarses refuses to answer Sabin's questions. + +Picard becomes more and more upset at the turn of events, and reminds Worf +that Tarses has committed no crime. (Worf, however, is by now convinced that +he "must" seek out the enemies of the Federation.) When Picard talks to Satie +and demands an end to the hearings, threatening to go to Starfleet Command, +Satie informs him that she's been in touch with Command, and the hearings are +to be *expanded*. In addition, her old associate Adm. Henry of Starfleet +Security is now coming on board to observe the hearings. Picard vows to fight, +and quickly finds himself ordered to testify at the next set of hearings. + +At Picard's hearing, Satie shows little mercy. She questions his devotion to +the Prime Directive, claiming he's broken it 9 times since taking command of +the Enterprise. She asks how he can sleep at night after all the destruction +and loss of life he caused as part of the Borg. The final straw, however, +comes when Picard quotes her father's old warnings of curtailing freedom: she +begins to rant that Picard dirties her father's memory by speaking of him, and +vows to bring down Picard at any cost. Admiral Henry, in response, merely +gets up--and walks out without a word. + +Later, the hearings over and the matter settled, Picard tells Worf that +although Satie is now discredited, others like her will always exist, waiting +for the right moment to surface. "Vigilance, Mr. Worf. That is the price we +have to continually pay." + +Well, that should do. I had to skimp on a few details to keep it within +manageable proportions, though. Anyway, on to commentary. + +As I said, the story started off rather slowly. In fact, it dragged. While +most of it was necessary to set up for the later part of the show, I found +myself somewhat disinterested by the early stages of the investigation. +Basically, I didn't get particularly engrossed until J'Ddan (damn, but it's +hard to type that correctly :-) ) had actually confessed and the hearings for +Tarses had begun; in short, until the witch-hunt got underway. The means +J'Ddan used to transmit information (an optical reader attached to a hypo, +converting data into amino acids and thus using anyone he injects as carriers +of information) was very interesting, but not really enough to get my +attention for more than a moment or two. It dragged. + +However, that changed really fast. As soon as the witch-hunt had started, I +found it very difficult to think about anything else BUT the show. While I +often end up thinking about non-Trek stuff during commercials, this time I was +trying to extrapolate reactions to the last things I'd seen and trying to +figure out exactly what could be done to avoid the problems they faced. I was +very engrossed, no doubt about it. + +The plot was very solid. The one minor plot hole (and that not even a hole) +is that I think Troi should have been used more than in just the initial +questioning of J'Ddan. After all, two Betazoids (or one and a half, I guess) +should be better than one, right? Even if Satie would have bristled at the +concept ("isn't my assistant reliable enough for you?" or something like +that), I'd still have liked to see it come up. But since Sabin didn't +actually come up with any wrong feelings (J'Ddan was telling the truth, and +Tarses WAS covering up a lie), I don't think it would have changed anything +relevant. + +The direction was quite good, at least once the show picked up steam. I could +tell it was Jonathan Frakes (remember him? :-) ) right off, though--some of +the shots he used were very reminiscent of similar ones in "Reunion". +(Specifically, I'm thinking of the shot of Worf from below in "Reunion", which +looked similar to the one of Worf and J'Ddan in the lift in the teaser here.) +Not that I mind--I thought both "The Offspring" and "Reunion" were very well +directed. + +A quick, possibly out-of-place interjection. TNG is giving me more and more +of a serialized impression, and "The Drumhead" was a very good example of +that. I'm not really talking about all the past continuity mentions here (the +Prime Directive violations, etc.), but about the very minor subplot with Worf. +Several times in the course of the show, much mention is made of Worf's +father's alleged treachery at Khitomer (and to VERY good effect; I was half +ready to snarl a bit at Sabin myself when he accused Worf of being the son of +a Romulan collaborator...) and of Worf's virtual nonexistence on the Klingon +homeworld. Nothing was really done with it--it was just emphasized a great +deal in the course of the show. I think they're getting ready well in advance +for lead-ins to "Redemption", the season finale--and if they prepare for it +this far in advance, and this well, I really can't wait. + +(In the like vein [yeesh, I'm digressing from my digression!], I found it +interesting that "Conspiracy" was alluded to here for the first time since its +existence. (I'm talking about Adm. Satie having "uncovered a conspiracy at +Starfleet Command" just under three years ago here...I doubt they meant it to +refer to anything else.) One wonders if they're actually thinking about +getting back to it. We can but hope...) + +Anyway, onwards to characterizations and the like. There isn't much to say +about most of the regulars, because they had very few lines. All of the +regulars except for Picard and Worf were basically walk-ons, and all did their +jobs just fine. So with THAT out of the way, let me deal with the guest stars +first. I guess the three main ones are Satie, Sabin, and Tarses. + +Jean Simmons did a surprisingly good job as Adm. Satie. From the preview, I +wasn't expecting much, but the "I've brought down bigger men than you, +Picard!" was probably her worst moment of the show. (Nice choice in clips, +guys. Yeesh.) With a couple of short exceptions (that clip as one, along +with basically the whole rest of that outburst, which I thought was a little +overdone), she was rather believable on the whole. In fact, I suppose she +must have been fairly believable, because I wouldn't have harbored such strong +feelings towards her character at the end if she hadn't been. (When she +mentioned the Borg incident at the end, I was muttering various phrases about +her, her attitude, her somewhat dubious parentage, etc.) + +Bruce French (Sabin) was equally good if not better than Ms. Simmons. He +managed to go from one side of his character to another quite well; I was +feeling rather mellow towards him early on, but was definitely against him by +the end as well. A lot of that was the writing, but if French hadn't done as +good a job as he did, I wouldn't have bought him in one of the two roles. +Nice job. + +As for Spencer Simmons (Simon Tarses)...well...he was okay. Not spectacular, +but decent, and far better than he could have been. In a number of cases, but +particularly in his case, the show could have degenerated into major +melodrama. Fortunately, it didn't. Simmons wasn't bad, but he's probably in +the top third of TNG guest stars. + +Then for Picard and Worf. Both were TREMENDOUS. Worf was expertly written +and expertly played--as soon as the little bit about Tarses's grandfather came +out, I just knew Worf would take that (both the ancestry and his refusal to +answer any further questions) as "all but" an admission of guilt. It would +have stunned me to no end had he not. (That's not quite the same thing as +being predictable, though, which I do dislike. Predictable would have been +for the investigation to turn up some link to Picard which brought him down, +and then it all turned out to be a hoax, with someone else, probably one of +the investigators or something, as the culprit, etc. That would have been +mighty dull.) It seems to me that a security officer is the perfect choice +for someone who would be likely to take Satie's attitude hook, line, and +sinker, and see only as far as "the Federation DOES have enemies!", period. +Lots of bravos here--probably Worf's best show since "Reunion". + +Picard. Wow. I've gone on record many times as stating that not only is +Patrick Stewart amongst my favorite actors, but that Picard is probably my +favorite character on TNG. This clinches it. I empathized more for him than +I probably ever have. (I suspect that not everyone else will, however. A lot +of this may be due to the fact that I have VERY strong feelings about the +issues raised here myself, and Picard pretty much said everything I felt on +the subject, and far more eloquently than I ever could.) If people want to +see a good example of Patrick Stewart's acting abilities and why I like Picard +as a character, this show will be a shining reason why. + +Let's see, what else. Quickly--the music was okay. I liked the somewhat dark +sound of the strings in the teaser, but it got overused later, so I guess it +went neutral, same as usual. + +I said before that the plot was solid, but I didn't say why I did think so. +Let me amend that mistake now. Everything was built very carefully on +everything else, and given the (in my view) warped mindset Satie started off +with, a lot of her "conclusions", both about Picard and everything else, made +sense. Truths were misinterpreted and subtly twisted into extremely damning +innuendoes. Everything just made SENSE to me, that's all. + +In particular, a lot of the main lines of the show (particularly Satie's, +Worf's, and Picard's) rang exceedingly true. A few of them: + +"If it was so innocent, why do you hesitate to give us the names?" I've seen +this used elsewhere, with equal effectiveness. Really nasty, manipulating, +fear-mongering statement for me, but damn it all, it works. + +[Tarses refused to answer about his grandfather] +"That is not a crime, Worf! Nor can we infer his guilt because he didn't +respond!" +"Sir--if a man were not afraid of the truth, he WOULD answer!" Just perfect +for both characters, and for both sides of the issue. + +"Admiral Satie has ordered you to report to the interrogation room at 0900 +hours tomorrow morning. You are to be questioned before the committee." +LARGE Brrrrrr.........I don't think I'd ever want to be on the receiving end +of a line like that. + +I think I'm just about done, but I should see if I can come up with an answer +to the implicit challenge in the show, namely what 9 instances Satie's +referring to where Picard broke the Prime Directive. (Granted, her +interpretation was probably a VERY strict one, but still.) I can think of +three that are clear and obvious violations: "Justice" (rescuing Wes), "Pen +Pals" (allowing Sarjenka to be helped and saving her planet), and "Who Watches +the Watchers" (pretty obvious here). As for the other six...hmm...I'm really +not sure, since the level of the culture is sometimes murky. I'll work on it. + +I suppose that just about wraps it up. I liked the show a lot once it got +going. Whether you will...depends. I liked it because I'm a sucker for +courtroom dramas, and because I have very strong feelings about the issues +raised herein (i.e. McCarthyist tactics). If you've been left cold by other +courtroom-type Trek (like "The Measure of a Man"), I doubt you'll like it as +much as I did. If you want action, you're out of luck. If you want comedy, +you're definitely out of luck--this was a dead serious episode from beginning +to end. But I thought that a lot of it was truly gripping. + +Anyway, onto the numbers. I should mention that I'm changing my rating system +a little: it's silly to have a whole separate rating and equal consideration +given for "Technical", i.e. music, effects, etc., since I really don't +consider it the equal of the other aspects of the show. I think I'll change +it into a +1 to -1 rating which adds on to the rating I get from the other +three. With that in mind... + +Plot: 9.5. A tiny bit off for not at least mentioning the use of Troi, but + rock-solid otherwise. +Plot Handling: 7. Three points off for the slow start, but that's it. +Characterization: 10. The absolutely fantastic Worf and Picard more than + make up for the slight problems with one or two of the guests. + +TOTAL: 9, rounding up for the slightly better than average music. Definitely +a keeper. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Wait a second. Did I read this right? Are they trying to do a Lwaxana Troi +story STRAIGHT? Angels and ministers of grace defend us...well, we'll see. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"With the first link, a chain is forged. The first speech censured, the first +thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably." +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-chan b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-chan new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7f5f957f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-chan @@ -0,0 +1,1038 @@ +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail +From: jantrim@netcom.com (joyce antrim) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: DS9 Story: Changes (long) +Date: 31 Oct 1994 01:13:55 -0600 +Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway +Lines: 1027 +Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: news.cs.utexas.edu + + CHANGES: A Deep Space Nine story. Copyright on this story by + Brenda S. Antrim, all rights reserved, 1994. Copyright on + characters by Paramount Pictures, Incorporated, all rights + reserved. Comments welcome, as with any of my fanfiction. + Enjoy! + + + Hatred ran deep and strong as the rivers had once flowed +across parched and broken land. Bajor had been a beautiful place, +before three generations of brutal Cardassian occupation had +stripped it of its wealth, its resources. Now the Bajora, as +deeply wounded in spirit as their ruined land, struggled to heal +amidst the wreckage their tormentors had left behind. But the +hatred remained. Buried in some souls, ingrained by pain and loss +and terror, it festered. Most of the deeply religious men and +women struggled with their nightmares, tried to rebuild their +lives, worked to build a future for children who would grow up +free. But for some the hatred was too great, and it wouldn't be +buried for long. They looked for vengeance, not to the future, for +their paghs were bound to the pain of the past. Their need and +their hate decreed that someone be punished, that they could not +rest until all vestiges of Cardassia were wiped from the surface of +their planet, as if by scrubbing Bajor clean they could remove the +stains on their own souls. + +***************************************************************** + + Doctor Julian Bashir, chief medical officer of the joint +Bajoran-Federation outpost station Deep Space Nine, was normally a +cheerful man. He was usually so cheerful, in fact, that many of +his crewmates considered him a pest. Unless they were injured or +ill, of course. Besides being a pest, he was also an incredibly +talented doctor. He usually bounced with the barely-restrained +energy of a puppy, and his high spirits could irritate his fellow +officers. But today was not a normal day, and his mood was +uncommonly grim. + "Children. They're only children." The Bajoran nurse working +alongside him nodded silently, then handed him the smallest +laserscalpel in the emergency medkit. They continued to work +swiftly, the silence broken only by Bashir's terse commands and the +whimpering of the wounded. The orphanage had been the latest +target in yet another skirmish between battling factions trying to +gain power in the still unsettled Provisional Government. The +Council of Vedeks was decrying the most recent round of violence, +and Kai Winn herself had appealed for peace and calm, so the heads +of the factions could meet. But the fighting was widespread, and +here in the countryside, far from the peacekeeping forces of the +cities, the innocents were once again suffering. + Only two of the staff of eight had come to the orphanage after +the missiles had hit. The others were either at home with their +families or unaccounted for in the general confusion after the +attack. The village had taken some moderate damage but the center +of the attack had been on the humble orphanage, and the sixty or so +displaced Cardassian children who lived there. Of that number, +fully half had been killed in the initial attack. Bashir had been +at a nearby village, enjoying a rare break from his station duties +and taking his nurse up on her longstanding invitation to meet her +family. Shika Mer was a good friend to the young doctor, and she +and her husband included him in their extended family. Mer had a +feeling that Julian's reputation as a playboy in training would be +completely shot if Major Kira or Chief O'Brien ever saw him romping +on the floor with her toddlers. His love for children was one of +his better kept secrets, but when word had reached her village +about the carnage at the orphanage, she knew how deeply affected he +had been. They hadn't wasted any time with explanations, just +snatched up their medkits and ran for the flitter. Within ten +minutes they were at the scene, and they waded into hell and got to +work. They hadn't stopped for a breath. Bashir had contacted the +station to update Commander Sisko on the situation and he'd +promised to send a runabout down with more medical supplies and +personnel to assist the village. + Even as the thought crossed her mind, she heard the whining +pitch of a transporter beam. She allowed herself a small sigh of +relief before turning back to her work. Looking down at the small +body lying so still under the doctor's skilled hands, she couldn't +help but wonder if the killing would ever stop. The young +Cardassians didn't trigger any emotion except pity. They were no +more to blame for the atrocities of the occupation than her +children were to blame for the madness of near-civil war among the +adult Bajora. + Julian took a deep breath and stilled his hands. He'd done +all he could for this little boy. Now his fate was in the hands of +a power greater than Julian's skill. Looking up as the first of +the medical team came through the remains of the door, he snapped +out a series of orders, directing a trauma team to the emergency +triage unit he had set up in what used to be the main hall of the +orphanage. He sent another team into the village central square to +aid the injured villagers. Moving to the next wounded child, a +girl of perhaps six or seven years, he began working to stop her +bleeding and treat her internal injuries. Within moments of their +arrival his teams, Bajoran and Federation working together, were +set up and operating smoothly. + Major Kira Nerys stood by the doorway, surveying the scene +with surface calm. She'd spent most of her life as a freedom +fighter for her home world, but she'd never gotten used the sight +of a bomb blast. Especially when the dead and wounded were +children. Looking at the small still bodies, she didn't see +Cardassians. Just dead kids. Fury grew at the wasted lives, all +the destruction, and her gaze was drawn to Bashir working steadily +in the midst of the carnage. His uniform was bloody and he looked +tired and somewhat shell shocked, but his hands never stopped +moving over the young girl in front of him. His professionalism +always startled her a little. She thought of him as so young, +cocky, overenthusiastic -- but his skill as a surgeon continued to +amaze her. + "Ma'am?" + Kira swung around at the soft question. One of the young +Humans assigned to the rescue team was looking at her, waiting for +further instructions. Shaking her head a little to clear it of old +memories, she concentrated on the task at hand. + "Take the antigrav jacks over to the east end, check for +survivors, assist the med teams in setting up triage and be careful +of any unexploded ordinance." + He snapped to and returned to his small group. Soon the +sounds of the rescue teams shifting debris almost overpowered the +moans of pain from the wounded and dying. Almost. + +***************************************************************** + + Julian felt like he'd walked into a nightmare that was never +going to end. The losses to the orphanage had been horrible, with +forty eight of the sixty three children dead. Another six were +critically injured and had been transferred to the infirmary on +Deep Space Nine for further treatment. None of the doctors in the +nearby Bajoran hospitals had any experience with Cardassian +physiology -- or so they claimed. He was beginning to wonder. +Damage to the village had been moderate, and the rest of the +orphans had been fostered out to families in the surrounding area +who had volunteered to take them in. He forced himself to think of +these compassionate people whenever he needed to be reminded that +not all Bajorans considered Cardassians to be carrion. Like now, +for instance. He and Major Kira had been "negotiating" with the +village elders for almost two hours about burial for the children +killed in the attack. This was the third time in two days they had +had to petition the council of elders. What was the matter with +these people? The children were Cardassian, yes, but for Gods' +sake, now they were corpses! Why wouldn't the Elders cease their +endless bickering and approve of a burial site? The prevailing +attitude seemed to be "not in my backyard, they're unclean." He +was getting damned sick of it, and he was very impressed with +Kira's patience as she rephrased the question. For the fifth time. + "It is a health consideration, sir. Perhaps the land to the +north of the orphanage site would be appropriate? There is a small +cemetery already established on the grounds." + "It won't hold them all, Major," Julian reminded her. "There +is only room for about twenty, and we have more than twice that to +bury." He didn't bother to hide the edge to his voice, and Kira +looked a warning at him. He promptly ignored it and concentrated +on the head Councilman. He'd had quite enough stalling from them +and now he hammered the point home. "I realize you don't wish to +bury Cardassians in your sanctified ground, and we're not demanding +you do so. But those *children* have been dead for two days now. +Unless you prefer to deal with the aftereffects of rotting corpses +and their attendant diseases, I would *suggest* you make a decision +regarding their *disposal*. Now!" + His harsh words fell into a small pool of silence and for a +moment he nearly backed down under the weight of their combined +glares. Kira closed her eyes briefly and sighed. But he stiffened +his spine and continued to hold the leader's stare. It was time +for the squabblers to get a glimpse of reality. + The head councilman finally straightened from his seat and, +ignoring the infuriated doctor, addressed Kira. "Major, we shall +have a site set aside by the end of today's session. In the spirit +of mercy as the Prophets teach us, they will be given proper +sacrament. The burial will be midday tomorrow." + He turned with slow dignity and left the room without +acknowledging Bashir. Three of the other elders trailed in his +wake, but the final old man paused. + "Doctor Bashir," his words were soft but firm, as if his +conscience demanded they be spoken but his spirit feared +eavesdroppers. "Thank you for all of your help, and for the +villagers you saved after this unfortunate tragedy. We ... do +appreciate it." Giving a tiny bird-like nod, he gently patted +Julian's arm and hurried to catch up with the others. The doctor +watched him go, reluctant to face Kira and the inevitable +explosion. He didn't have a long wait. + "What the hell was *that* little stunt all about? Don't you +have a diplomat somewhere in your family tree? Did he get all the +tactful genes and you got the tongue that was loose at both ends +and disconnected from the brain?" + He risked a glance at her and wished he hadn't. Her face was +almost as red as her hair. Her eyes were glittering, her fists +were planted on her hips and her feet were spread wide, like a +fighter getting ready to attack. He sighed. + "It seemed like a good idea at the time." + "What did? Offending the Head Councilman and sending the rest +of the elders off in a snit?" + "It resolved the problem, didn't it?" He hated sounding so +defensive. + She snorted. "That's one way of looking at it, I suppose." + He turned to her and shrugged his shoulders, loosening muscles +that were tensed from too much stress and not enough rest. "Well, +they will have a site chosen by tonight, and those children will +finally be buried. That *is* a resolution as far as I can see." + Kira began to answer him hotly, and saw him brace himself +unconsciously to meet her temper. Narrowing her eyes, she thought +for a moment before answering him. A myriad of conflicting +memories fought for her attention, and she wondered how to explain +the unexplainable. Especially to one who was in many ways still an +innocent. + "Don't blame them for feeling the way they do, Bashir." Her +mild tone reassured him, and he relaxed enough to listen to her +words. "They've seen a lot of death, most of them, and it was +because of the Cardassians that they had to live through it. +They've seen children die before, many have lost children +themselves, killed by the Cardassians. These kids, well, they're +reminders of things these people would like to forget, to put +behind them." She leaned toward him, almost as if her intensity +could make him understand the horrors the Bajora had survived. "It +*is* a tragedy that those children died, but these elders have +other pressing concerns, like trying to keep their village in one +piece when they're right in the middle of an undeclared civil war. +And, while you may not agree with their views, Cardassians, even +children, are not high on the priority list when there's an +emergency." + His face hardened at her final words, and she sighed +impatiently. + "After all, they're only Cardassians, right?" + "If that's the way you want to see it, then, yes!" she snapped +back at him. "You're the one who wants everybody to face reality, +Doctor. That *is* the reality here, whether you're ready to accept +it or not." Shaking her head at his truculent expression, she +turned and headed for the door. "I'll be in the runabout." + "Kira?" + She turned back at his questioning tone. He'd sounded odd, as +if he was having trouble getting her name out. She looked at him +quizzically when he didn't continue. He cleared his throat and +tried again. + "Over the past two years I've been visiting the orphanages +periodically. Routine exams, basic care, physicals, that sort of +thing. Would you ... that is, I'll be attending the service +tomorrow. Would you accompany me?" + She held his pleading gaze for a long moment, then nodded +silently and left the room. + +***************************************************************** + + Dela Cahr was a bitter man. He had lost his wife and child to +a Cardassian forced labor camp, had seen his brothers murdered for +their part in the fight for Bajor's freedom, had lived with +emptiness filled only by the prod of his hatred for so long that he +knew no other existence. As a guerilla with the Kohn Ma, he had +found a purpose for what was left of his life. But now, there were +no more Cardassians to kill. For a short time after the pullout, +he had been involved in the war crimes trials of the sympathizers +left behind by their Cardie masters. But the proceedings had +tasted like ashes in his mouth. So many of the guilty went +unpunished. The "evidence" wasn't strong enough, the council trial +was too weak or squabbled too much to seek true justice, or the +guilty had enough money to buy their freedom from the dock. They +didn't all escape, though. He had his own means of ensuring that +justice was served, whenever he felt convinced that his information +was solid. He trusted his instincts. And no one ever suspected +that many who had escaped the courts had not gotten very far. +Their deaths were all reported as accidents. + While he hadn't been involved in the attacks on the Cardie +whelps he wasn't the least bit sorry that it had happened. Whelps +grew up, and became soldiers, and they were all better dead. He +wasn't surprised that the Federation doctor had worked so hard on +the brats instead of concentrating on the Bajora who had been hurt. +After all, hadn't it been those from the station who had fired on +their own people? People fighting for their homes against the +damned Cardassians, just like the Bajora had? Funny, how they'd +fight to protect the Cardies, but not lift a finger to help their +own kind, the Maquis. He cheered the Maquis on, himself -- +reminded him of his own fight. But then, he guessed they'd had to +do it, if they were going to protect their Prophets-damned treaty +with the bastards. Major Kira had surprised him, however. Nerys +had been in one of his sister cells, fighting alongside his own +soldiers in the swamps, during the Occupation. She'd been tough, +principled, driven, if not quite as driven as he was. He didn't +want to believe that she'd changed so much that she was pleading +the case for a bunch of Cardie carrion. No, it had to be the +Human. + Noticing the Elders returning to the chamber, he straightened +from the back wall and gave closer attention to the meeting. They +were arguing over where to dump the corpses again, and he started +to relax. Until they got to the details. + "...at midday tomorrow. There is a suitable plot adjoining +the lower pastures, and it is large enough to contain all of the +... victims. Monk Cherol has volunteered to perform the ceremony." + Ceremony? What ceremony? Were they actually going to +sanctify the burial of a load of Cardassian waste? He didn't want +to believe what he was hearing. But the Council was agreeing. +Feeling a familiar burning deep in his gut, he pushed away from the +wall and swiftly left the building. He had a funeral to attend. + +***************************************************************** + + Morning haze had burned off in the sunshine, and the light +threw the cracked brown land into harsh relief, unrelenting lines +of drought and neglect. It was a dead place, with no grass to +soften the angles of the landscape, no flowers to brighten the +eyes' view, no breeze to disturb the baking summer heat. Fitting, +Garak mused, that the young Cardassians' final resting place should +be as inhospitable as all the other supposed havens in their short +lives. Old, not very well buried resentment thrummed just under +the surface of his skin, but he forced it down. As an adult male +Cardassian on the surface of Bajor after the Empire had withdrawn, +he had to keep a sharp eye on his surroundings and could not afford +to be distracted. He probably shouldn't have come today. When +Doctor Bashir had contacted him the previous night he had already +known of the attack. His sources hadn't withered completely away. +He had been forewarned, knew that the devastated orphanage was one +to which he had accompanied the young doctor several times on his +mercy missions. But he had not known the full extent of the +losses. When Julian told him, he had felt something within him +become still and quiet. Not for the first time since his Human +friend had removed his Wire, he briefly wished that he could turn +off his emotions. Escape from them. No one on DS Nine knew his +true history, although Julian knew more than he perhaps realized, +but Garak had closer ties to those orphans than any of the +Federation people would understand. How could they understand? +They were not Cardassian. He tried not to think of his children, +taken from him in his disgrace, as much to protect them as to +heighten his punishment. As if exile from Cardassian space were +not punishment enough. As much as he tried to ignore it, there was +a link between himself and the small still bodies lying so +patiently under the hot sun for burial. Something of himself had +died here on Bajor as well. He'd found himself on the 0500 shuttle +to Bajor, trying to ignore the way the other passengers whispered +behind him and avoided his presence as if he were diseased. His +thoughts chased themselves in a fruitless attempt to justify his +need to see these children laid to rest, and he knew it was tied up +with his guilt over the fate of his own children and the pain in +Julian's eyes when he'd told him about the funeral. + Seeing Major Kira standing uncomfortable and silent several +feet from the long furrow in the ground that would serve as a mass +grave for the victims, his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. +He and the major had had several confrontations aboard the station +and this was not the time for another. Deliberately treading +heavily on the crusty ground, he saw her swing toward him. He +continued on his way to Bashir's side without acknowledging her. +Kira made an abortive move toward them, then stopped. She stared +hard at him for a moment, then her gaze shifted to the bodies, then +the grave. She settled back into her original stance, giving the +vague impression that she would really rather have been anywhere +else. Garak left her to her discomfort and looked up to meet +Julian's sad eyes. The young Human looked exhausted, with deep +shadows of fatigue under his eyes and a fine white line of tension +defining his tightly compressed lips. Strain showed in his stiffly +erect stance, but his uniform was spotless and he was freshly +shaved. Garak knew how hard Bashir had fought for the dignity of +a proper burial for the Cardassian orphans. His mind flashed back +to a worried, determined Julian spending hours by his side as he +went through the horrors of withdrawal. Afterward, when the +confusion and rage had cleared, he had been impressed by Julian's +dedication, and his friendship. Sometimes he wished that he could +somehow make amends for the verbal abuse he had subjected the +doctor to -- not to mention physically attacking him. Bashir had +never mentioned it, and he had the feeling it was because the Human +understood more than Garak would have expected from one so young. +So Bashir's determination to do the best he could for the orphans +didn't surprise Garak. It was completely in character. + "Glad you could make it." The subdued voice matched his tired +face. + "Thank you for informing me." + "I knew you'd be interested in the children-" for a moment, +Julian's voice faltered, then he picked up the thread of the +conversation again. "It seemed ... that you would wish to be +present." + Garak nodded but said nothing. A Bajoran monk, barely into +his twenties, had stepped up to a small alter that had been hastily +erected by the side of the grave. Two older Bajoran men stood +impatiently next to the trestle tables holding the bodies, waiting +for the consecration to be over so that they could complete the +distasteful task of burying the Cardassians. + The monk laid several long strands of knotted ribbons on the +altar and raised his hands for silence. An unnecessary gesture, +since the handful of people at the grave side were already still, +awaiting his words. But it seemed to help him gather his thoughts, +and as he lowered his hands he began to speak. + "In the absence of family to oversee this consecration, I, +Cherol, do so in sorrow for the ending of life, in so many, so +young." + Gently, he lifted the cords and began to place them at precise +intervals on the cloth covering the bodies. The knots met and +crossed, forming an intricate web that shimmered in the light, +catching the small forms up in a rainbow embrace. As he worked, +his soft words carried over the still air to the silent watchers. + "The Prophets teach us that each life has a meaning, a +purpose, a time. There is a reason for each life, a plan laid and +followed. For every pain suffered a lesson is learned; for every +joy felt a reward is earned. Each soul fulfills its destiny, as +the Prophets will. Every life has a meaning, as the Prophets will. +Every soul will find a place of rest, and return to fulfill the +plan, as the Prophets will. May these young souls find their place +of rest, and their fulfillment, in the Hands of the Prophets." + As he finished the sacrament, he completed the web. Raising +his arms in the traditional posture, he meditated for a long +moment. Instinctively, Kira did the same. Julian lowered his eyes +for a brief prayer. Garak, after a moment's hesitation, lifted his +hand to his forehead ridge in a final gesture of respect for the +children. + The monk lowered his arms, and the brief service was +concluded. Stepping away from the grave, without a word to his +audience, he headed back to the village. Bashir looked askance at +Kira. + "It was his duty." She was watching the cemetery workers +lower the trestles into the furrow. + "He volunteered." Bashir was too spent to even be angry at +the monk's snub. + "He has other people to attend to, doctor." Turning to face +him, still ignoring Garak, she changed the subject. "If you'd like +to meet me at the runabout, I have some business to finish up with +the Elders." + Bashir nodded and Kira strode away. He sighed and turned to +Garak. + "I need to make a follow-up on the other injured children, +make sure their healing well, check their conditions. I don't know +what's going to happen to them. They've lost everything." + "May I accompany you?" Garak returned softly. "I can at least +provide them with some new clothing." + Julian smiled and reached out to pat the shorter man's +shoulder, then the two friends turned and walked toward the +village, leaving the gravefillers to their work. Unnoticed, sharp +eyes followed their progress. They noted the warmth between the +Human and the Cardassian, a Cardassian they had seen before. One +of those with no "evidence," but one he'd seen a few times in the +past. During the occupation. In the shadows. There had been +rumors, but no proof that this Cardassian was any better or worse +than any other -- except that there had been whispers about the +Enforcers, the Obsidians. The Butchers. This would require some +planning and preparation. It was time for another ... unfortunate +accident. + +***************************************************************** + + Jadzia Dax ached for the young man sitting across the small +table from her. Dax had seen a lot of death in nearly three +hundred years, had lost hosts, lovers, children. The symbiont +applied its accumulated wisdom to helping Jadzia find the words to +comfort the saddened doctor. But she had never been a healer, +didn't know the special pain felt by those trained to save lives +when they failed. Especially when the victims were children. + "I know it's a platitude, Julian, but that doesn't make it any +less true. You did everything you could." Her voice was gentle. + "Not enough." He concentrated on the tumbler of cool amber +liquid sparkling between his restless fingers. + "If you hadn't been there, none of them would have survived." +She reached across the table to insistently tug one of his hands +from its death grip on the glass. Sliding her palm over his, she +intertwined their fingers. His grip tightened momentarily, a small +squeeze of appreciation for the comfort she was offering, then his +fingers relaxed to lie loosely in her grasp. Wordlessly she shared +his sense of loss. She knew he had been making mercy runs to the +orphanages for almost two years now, and that many of the +youngsters killed in the attack had been those Julian had been +seeing on a regular basis. Any time innocent bystanders were +killed in someone else's war, it was a tragedy. When they were so +young, and they were patients, the tragedy took on a personality, +had faces. It hurt on a more personal level. Her fingers +tightened on his again, a little friendship hug, and he smiled +fleetingly at her. + "Thank you, Jadzia." + Quark made a stop at the table but a quick head shake from Dax +sent him on his way with a shrug. Julian didn't notice. They sat +for a long time in silence, each immersed in their own private +thoughts. + +***************************************************************** + + Kira was not having a good night. The carnage at the village, +the emotions evoked by the simple funeral, even Bashir's +justifiable anger, struck too many painful chords in her memory. +Too often she had been on the receiving end of the devastation. +She had seen too many children buried. + Biting off a muffled curse, she finally gave up the attempt to +sleep. For the hundredth time, perhaps the thousandth, she wished +Bareil was beside her. Wished she could lean across the narrow bed +and burrow into his warm strength. She was strong, but sometimes +in the middle of the night she felt like a child again. Lost. +Alone. Staring into the faint light washing over her small +personal altar, she decided to clear her schedule, take a few days +off, center her pagh. Spend some time with her favorite Vedek. +Bashir was going down in a couple weeks to check up on the other +kids wounded in the attack. Perhaps she'd ride down with him on +the runabout, then take the shuttle up a couple days later. The +plan gave her mind something to concentrate on other than her +nightmares, and she finally settled down to get some sleep. + +***************************************************************** + + Chief Miles O'Brien surveyed the packed runabout with no +little satisfaction. While he had no love for the Cardies, he was +a father himself. He'd been appalled at the damage reports from +the rescue crews sent down to the wreckage of the village. He'd +also been keeping a bit of an eye on young Bashir. Major Kira had +told him about the number of deaths, and how hard Bashir had worked +over the survivors. He'd noticed the younger man had been subdued, +his normal high energy directed toward determination to make sure +the rest of the orphans suffered no further deprivation. Medical +supplies, basic medicines, blankets, food, some toys for the +youngest victims. Garak had been working overtime, and was stowing +sturdy new clothes onboard with the other supplies. Miles still +didn't trust the little "tailor" -- truthfully, he never would +trust a Cardassian, and he knew it. Not after what he'd seen, what +they'd done to him. But that wasn't the kids' fault. He'd learned +that when he and his wife had cared for a young Cardassian boy +caught between his adoptive Bajoran family and his birth father +from Cardassia. He had learned a lot from that experience, and it +made him even more sympathetic to the orphans' plight. But Garak? +He thought not. + Julian brought the last of the toys and books he'd scavenged +into the cargo hold. He noticed the careful distance and utter +silence maintained between O'Brien and Garak and wisely made no +comment. He cast a swift smile at the tailor, then addressed +Miles. + "Thank you for all the work, Chief. You've really pulled it +all together." + "Glad to help, sir." Miles kept his eyes on his datapadd, +checking off the last of the containers. With a satisfied sigh, he +held the padd out to Bashir. "If you'll just sign this off, she'll +be ready to fly." + Julian signed briskly and smiled at Miles. "Well, I know this +was a lot of work. The children will certainly appreciate it, and +so do I." + O'Brien returned the smile. "Hope they get some good use out +of it, sir. If you don't need me here any longer, I've some work +to get back to on the Promenade-" + "Never ends, does it?" Julian interjected sympathetically. + "Never will." Giving the doctor a friendly nod and studiously +ignoring Garak, Miles ducked out of the runabout and disappeared +through the airlock. After a moment, Julian broke the silence. + "I'm sorry, Garak." + "Whatever for, doctor?" The Cardassian finished fastening +restraining straps around the last of the clothing containers and +straightened to face his friend. "I would never hold you +responsible for the actions of others, or their attitudes and +opinions." + Julian opened his mouth to reply, but before he could utter a +word another figure stepped into the small cabin. Kira at least +acknowledged Garak's presence with a curt nod before turning to the +doctor. + "I'll be riding down with you, Bashir." + "Um." He blinked, redirected his thoughts, and began again. +"Pilot?" + Her look clearly said "of course," then she began the +preflight checklist. Bashir exchanged a helpless look with Garak, +then they both acquiesced and settled in for the ride. + +***************************************************************** + + The late afternoon sunlight painted shimmering highlights on +the petals of the velvety purple flowers, and a slight breeze +brought the scent of green growing things to tickle Kira's nose. +She could identify any number of swamp and mountain plants as +edible or poisonous, by sight, touch or smell. She didn't know +what the little sparkling flowers were called. The blank spot in +her floral lore sent a tingle of dissatisfaction seeping through +her. There were too many utterly harmless, normal, everyday things +she just hadn't had time to learn, too preoccupied with daily +survival in a world gone mad. The morning had been a typical +confusing mixture of relaxation and arousal, an odd state she found +herself in whenever she spent any time with Bareil. He had been +very attentive the past two days, but on this third afternoon his +duties had called him away, leaving her to amuse herself for a few +hours. Thinking about the night to come, and the fourth and final +day of leave she had managed to secure before she had to return to +the stresses of daily life on DS Nine, she burrowed deeper into the +leafy alcove behind the main gardens of the monastery and slipped +into a light meditative trance. + At first the low humming of voices from behind the alcove was +a minor irritant. Determinedly, she ignored the intrusion of the +monks' voices and tried to concentrate on her center, her pagh. +Then a name, and the worried tone in which it was invoked, brought +her completely to attention. The monks were hidden behind a thick +wall of shrubbery, but their conversation came through clearly +enough. Or perhaps, given the content, it should have been called +a confession. + "Dela Cahr is a powerful man in the district." The voice was +younger than she'd thought at first, and vaguely familiar. It was +also trembling with nerves. "He has many sympathizers and more +influence than I do, by far. I felt ... threatened." + Cahr? Threatening a monk?! Things had certainly changed +since they had fought together in the swamps. + "What did your penitent tell you, Cherol? Why did you feel +threatened?" + "He said that he knew that Dela had brought a criminal to +justice. He'd done some work on an electrical board for him, but +he would not say exactly what he had done. When I pressed him for +the reason behind his feelings of guilt, he said that an innocent +would die with the guilty, and that it was troubling him." The +shakiness in the monk's voice increased as he continued. "Dela +entered the chamber then, and my penitent stopped speaking. Dela +then told him that no friend of a Cardassian could ever be +considered an innocent, even a healer. Then Dela looked at me and +asked - no, told me that penitence in confidence was private. I +agreed of course, because that is true, but also because ... his +words, his stance. He frightened me." After a short pause to +collect his composure, the monk continued. His voice was stronger +now that he had finished the difficult part of his narrative. "I +seek guidance, Vedek. Dela and his ... supporters ... it is my +belief that they have arranged accidents before." + "Do you wish to request reassignment?" + As the two men discussed the young monk's future, they began +to move toward the outbuildings and their voices faded in the +distance. Kira was grappling with the mental image of her old +comrade as a renegade vigilante, going around arranging "accidents" +for Cardassians and strongarming monks. Although, she considered +dispassionately, Dela'd probably be good at it. He'd been an +excellent swamp soldier, very thorough, always making sure there +were no survivors after their attacks on the Cardie outposts. No +surviving soldiers meant no one to shoot you in the back as you +were leaving, no one to report your whereabouts to the larger units +and endanger the Resistance squads. Though he'd have a hard time +now finding Cardies to hunt ... something clicked into place in her +memory, and she knew where she'd heard that monk before. Cherol +had given the Blessing at the village where Bashir was dropping off +the supplies for the orph... oh, Prophets protect me, Kira thought, +her eyes growing wide. She extricated herself from the alcove with +no wasted motion and hurried to the main building, ignoring the +startled looks her headlong rush drew from the groundskeepers she +passed. Heading for Bareil's quarters, her mind worked feverishly, +putting together what she remembered of Dela Cahr's methods, paths +to the village, surrounding topography, who could be trusted to +help Bashir if Cahr's men got to them first. Underlying her +furious thoughts was a litany of worry. Healer. Innocent. +Healer. + She had to get to Bashir before Dela Cahr did. + + +***************************************************************** + + For such a productive trip, it certainly wasn't ending well. +The innocuous thought floated through Julian's mind as he fought +with the recalcitrant controls of the runabout. Peripherally he +noted Garak's hands moving over the navigational and emergency +systems controls, showing a surprising and completely ineffective +mastery of Federation equipment. With a sinking feeling, Bashir +noted the dead instrument panel, indicating universal electronic +failure. Mixed with his mounting terror was unexpected chagrin. +He'd never heard of anyone killing the entire electronic array of +a runabout; it would have to happen when he was piloting it. Miles +would have a fit. Fatalistically he held onto the protective +webbing locking him in place, closed his eyes, and waited for +impact. + +***************************************************************** + + Light hurt. + Garak had never realized this particular bit of wisdom, and he +considered himself something of an expert on the subject of pain. +Forcing his eyes to open once more, he was relieved to find himself +relatively unhurt. He lifted an unsteady hand to his temple and +felt a thin trickle of blood dripping from a shallow furrow +wrapping around his head, beginning just over his eyeridge and +ending in a knot in the thick hair at the base of his skull. The +dizziness began to abate, and he carefully lifted himself from the +floor of the runabout. The webbing had either torn or been cut by +flying metal in the tumbling crash, and he had been tossed toward +the aft cargo hatch. Now the runabout was canted at a thirty +degree angle, with her rear buried in muck and her nose smashed +from her wild end-over-end roll. Garak was bruised and sore, but +his dense skeletal mass had saved him from more severe injury. A +soft moan brought his head up, searching for the source. Moving +carefully through the debris toward the cockpit, he saw a limp hand +draped over the armrest of the pilot's seat. Alien crimson blood +traced a slow trail across the back to drip off the farthest +knuckle. The hand wasn't moving. Garak swallowed painfully and +pulled himself forward to assess the situation. + A side strut had been ripped from the instrument panel, +pinning Julian to his seat. There was a long bruise beginning to +darken across his left eye, spreading diagonally from his temple to +the opposite cheek, and his nose was bleeding slightly. Shattered +glass sparkled in his hair and over his chest, but none of the +pieces were large enough to be harmful. His left leg was lightly +pinned by the same destroyed section of the control panel that was +cutting into his chest. The Cardassian put his fingertips to +Julian's throat, hoping that Human physiology was comparable to +Bajoran. He was surprised at the depth of his relief when he felt +the thready pulse under his hand. Humans were so fragile. +Julian's eyes suddenly opened, and Garak instinctively responded to +the blank terror he saw there by cupping Julian's jaw with his +hand. The terror faded, and Garak selfconsciously withdrew his +hand to grip Julian's shoulder. + "I'm ... trapped." With comprehension came pain. Garak gave +him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. + "Not for long, I assure you. It's only the one beam, and I +think I can handle that." Suiting action to words, he carefully +positioned his hands near the center of the strut and pulled. +Julian gasped and gritted his teeth, making no other sound. Garak +applied as much force as he could and the strut slowly shifted +until it was a handspan away from Julian's body. The release of +pressure from the chest wound caused the blood to flow freely and +Julian lifted a weak hand to staunch it. Shaking from shock and +blood loss, he wasn't able to apply sufficient pressure, and he +cursed in small breathless spurts. Garak smiled involuntarily; at +least his young friend had some spirit left, even if it looked like +he would soon have no blood. Bunching the torn material of +Julian's uniform shirt together, he held the makeshift bandage +against the wound and pulled Julian from the wreckage. Settling +him on the soft ground some distance from the crash site, Garak set +about making Julian more comfortable, and rebandaging the chest +wound. As he pulled the tattered remnants of Julian's shirt from +his back in order to clean the wound, Julian made an abortive +attempt to stop him. Garak soothed his hands away, and gently +pushed him forward to tie the ends of the bandage around his torso. +Seeing Julian's back in the waning sunlight, Garak abruptly +stopped. The scars were very old, most of them poorly healed, and +laid in a definite pattern of interlacing strokes. Julian was very +still under his hands, and Garak finished tying off the bandage +without a word. Easing his friend down into a prone position, +Garak tucked an emergency blanket around him to ward off the chill. +Giving in to impulse, he pushed the sweat-soaked dark curls off +Julian's forehead. Intent, pain-lanced dark eyes peered at him for +a long moment before the battered Human gave an involuntary moan +and lapsed back into unconsciousness. Garak sat for a little +while, close to his side, thinking of stories, and lies, and all +the little things friends never told friends. All the dirty little +secrets that left their marks on the inside. And sometimes on the +outside as well. Finally, he gave Julian's prone form one more +reassuring pat and returned to the runabout to salvage what +supplies he could. + +***************************************************************** + + Swirling pinpoints of light exploded behind Julian's eyelids. +He'd never quite believed the old saying about seeing stars, but he +was willing to amend his beliefs when the situation warranted. His +head hurt as if someone had hit him with a mallet, and he was +dizzy, weak, and vaguely nauseated. His training came to the fore +and he ran an internal inventory, assessing the damage. Someone +had done rudimentary first aid, cleaning the scrapes and cuts, +putting a pressure bandage on his chest ... Garak. Julian +remembered the tense few moments before he passed out, and winced +at the memory. Then he stilled abruptly, as the pain in his face +reminded him that he'd gone headfirst into a control panel. + "Oh, excellent. You're awake." Garak's voice was cheerful, +giving no indication that anything at all was amiss. Bashir was +relieved. He wasn't really up to handling this right at the moment +anyway. He tried to locate the voice in the inky blackness +surrounding him, but could only make out Garak's silhouette, +backlit by moonlight, on the ground in front of them. He was +sitting behind him, supporting Julian's weight against his side, +keeping him from moving and disturbing his bandages. + "Um hm." + "How do you feel? Or is that the wrong question to be +asking?" + "Like I've been in a runabout smashup." Garak's dry chuckle +didn't quite mask his concern. Forcing himself to ignore the pain, +Julian asked about the state of the runabout. His companion +hesitated for a moment before replying. + "Communications are out, and your commbadge was crushed by the +beam that hit your chest. But the emergency beacon was activated. +Rescue shouldn't be long in coming." + "Did you ... find the medkit .. in-" + "In pieces. I thought the Federation prided itself on the +quality of their workmanship. Certainly to hear Mr. O'Brien one +would think that there was no contest, that Federation technology +was in all ways superior to Cardassian. Frankly I'm disappointed. +That webbing-" Garak's voice flowed over Bashir, slurred by the +increasing demands of his injuries, and he found himself drifting +out of consciousness again. + The Cardassian continued his soothing prattle until he felt +Julian relax into sleep. Bringing the blanket up closer around his +patient's shoulders, he huddled against him for warmth. The swamps +were cold at night, but he didn't dare light a fire. Whoever had +so inventively sabotaged the runabout was probably looking to +finish the job, and Garak was too old a hand at being in enemy +territory to light a beacon for them. He was just glad Bashir was +too exhausted to notice, and question, their singularly dark and +chilly camp. + Julian moaned softly in his sleep, and Garak shushed him +gently. Shifting on the hard ground, he put his arm around the +doctor and moved him into a more comfortable position, with his +head resting on Garak's chest and his long body curled protectively +around his wounded ribs. Garak cradled him in his arms, and secure +in the knowledge that Julian wouldn't hear a word he said, finally +told him the truth about his exile to Deep Space Nine. + +***************************************************************** + + "What's the problem, Commander? I thought those scanners were +fixed! After that last mess with Doctor Bashir and the refugee +camps, now you're telling me we can't find him again?" Worry made +Kira's voice sharper than she'd intended. Convincing Bareil of the +imminent danger to Bashir, not to mention Garak, and questioning +Cherol had eaten up most of the rest of the afternoon. All of her +instincts were screaming at her to hurry. When she had contacted +Sisko on a secure line from the monastery, he'd told her that the +runabout carrying Bashir and Garak had crashed in the swamp outside +Dela Cahr's village. + "We have dispatched a rescue crew, but there's a lot of +interference from the surface." + "What kind of interference? ... sir?" + "EM, overlapping radiowaves, signals across frequencies, +intermittent signals from other old beacons... you name it." + "Cardie junk, left to rot in the swamps after they pulled +out." Kira was disgusted. "How about his commbadge? Or the +emergency beacon on the runabout?" + Sisko's look told her plainly that he didn't appreciate being +treated like an idiot. "The commbadge seems to have stopped +transmitting." She nodded, abashed at his patience but still too +worried to regret her lack of tact. His voice softened slightly, +as if to reassure her. "We're trying, major. We've dispatched the +Ganges for an onsite search. But it will take some time to get +there." + Kira nodded her understanding of the situation. Sisko had to +keep this quiet; he didn't dare call in local assistance to locate +his missing people, because he didn't know whom he could trust. By +sharing their knowledge of the runabout's difficulties, and by +helping pinpoint it's location, he could be signing Bashir's death +warrant. + "I'll keep you updated if there are ... any further +developments, Commander. Kira out." As she closed the commlink, +Kira was convinced that Sisko also didn't fully appreciate the +immediacy of Dela's threat. He hadn't dealt with fanatics enough +to realize just how dangerous they could be. Or how thorough. +"Let us handle it," Sisko had demanded. And he was probably right. +But Kira had a nasty feeling that he wouldn't be able to "handle +it" before Bashir and Garak ran out of time. + Making her decision, Kira snapped her heavy jacket on, grabbed +her knife and survival belt, and headed for the door. She +hesitated briefly as she crossed the threshold into Bareil's +office, then came across the floor to stand at his desk. He rose +to meet her, and she reached up to hold him for a moment. He froze +when his arm brushed against her phaser. + "I've got to make sure they're all right." + He nodded and hugged her tightly. Pulling back, still holding +her loosely in the circle of his arms, he gazed thoughtfully into +her worried eyes. + "Dela Cahr was a comrade. What will you do if there is a +confrontation?" + She held his look for a long time before dropping her eyes. +"I don't ... want to make any mistakes ... or wrong choices." Her +voice fell, almost as if she was talking to herself instead of the +Vedek. "But I can't allow him to hurt innocent people. My +friend." She lifted her eyes back to his and answered as honestly +as she could. "I don't know. Trust my instincts, I guess." + Bareil smiled and dropped his arms, stepping back to give her +room to leave. "You will do what is right, Nerys. I trust those +instincts of yours." + She smiled and hurried from the room. Unvoiced, her final +response to his comment teased at her mind. *But do I trust them?* + +***************************************************************** + + For the first time in nearly four years, Garak felt completely +relaxed. Cleansed, somehow, by the simple act of finally +explaining the truth behind that whole mess with the questioning of +those Bajoran children and its disastrous aftermath. He savored +the silence after he had finished, letting his words seep silently +into the damp cold air of the Bajoran swamp. Julian's voice +shocked him into immobility. + "Thank you." + "It was just a story," Garak instinctively replied. He +scrambled to find a better line, a more convincing way to cover his +previous words, but he was unprepared and off guard. Before he +could pull together a more complete story, Julian's soft voice +continued. + "Aren't they all? One hears ... so many stories. Truth can +be what you make of it, and history can be ... so fluid. My own, +for instance." + "Does this have something to do with the scars on your back?" +Garak was happy to divert attention from his own story, at least +until he could find a way to convince Julian it had been another +lie, and change the subject. "They appeared to be in a sort of, I +don't know quite how to put it, a pattern of some kind?" + "Mm hm." The sound was noncommittal, but didn't quite manage +to eradicate the traces of old pain, as if from a long buried but +still awful memory. + "If I may ask, why didn't you have them removed?" + "Too old, too many -- too long untreated. Too deep to +successfully remove or cover." Julian was silent for the space of +heartbeat, then drew a ragged breath, choking a little when he +jarred his chest wound. "I suppose one ... story ... deserves +another." After another little pause, he sighed and began to tell +Garak about another place. A desert hell, another life, called +Ishmir. + +***************************************************************** + + Dela Cahr crept noiselessly through the thick vines around the +crash site. Dawn was beginning to chase away the shadows of the +previous night, and he had ascertained that there had been +survivors. But not for long. Following the trail of burnt and +broken trees deep into the swamp he had felt his heart begin to +pound. This was the most satisfying part of the chase, when +justice was meted out, when Cardassians and their sympathizers paid +for their crimes. + He cautiously approached the remains of the runabout, keeping +the bulky shape between himself and the clearing beyond. He +stopped and listened hard, concentrating on identifying the +location of his enemy before he attacked. With all the instincts +of thirty years of guerilla warfare on alert, he tracked his +quarry, waiting for his best shot. + He could hear labored breathing. Peering around a jutting +corner, he made out the restless form of the Starfleet doctor +wrapped in a blanket and nestled in a bed of vines. He appeared to +be semiconscious, pale and exhausted. Bloody bandages tossed +beside his rough pallet gave mute testimony to the severity of his +injuries. Dismissing him as a possible threat, Dela was searching +for the Cardassian when a rustle in the branches across the +clearing from the doctor stopped him. Blending back into the +shadows, he waited and watched. + Kira stepped carefully from the tangle of vegetation and +crossed the small clearing toward Bashir. Garak was nowhere in +sight, and she knelt beside the Human to assess his condition. She +found nothing reassuring. His normally warm caramel skin was +clammy, with a faint sheen of sweat from a rising fever. She laid +a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat and he whimpered softly +in pain, trying to draw away from her touch. Kira pulled the edge +of the blanket back to see a widening spot of bright crimson in the +middle of a fresh pressure bandage. She winced at the sight of the +wound, as well as the bruised and swollen face of the young doctor. +At least Garak had treated his injuries - but where the hell was he +now? Kira replaced the blanket, pulling it tightly around his +shoulders, and lifted her hand to her commbadge. Before her +fingers could touch the metal, a voice froze her in midmotion. + "Touch it and I'll kill you." It was Dela, and yet it wasn't. +There was a fine edge of madness in his tone that hadn't been there +when she'd known him last. Or perhaps she hadn't recognized it +five years ago, because they were all a little mad in the middle of +a war. + "Cahr?" Slowly, keeping her hands in plain sight and away +from her body, she pivoted to face her old comrade. "Dela Cahr? +Don't you know me? It's Kira Nerys." + "I used to know you." His hand never wavered, the phaser +pointed directly at her chest. "But not anymore." + "Why not?" Her mind raced furiously. She had no chance to +draw her weapon, holstered when she had knelt beside Bashir. Dela +was too far away for her to hope to disarm him. He'd have her shot +before she could even make a move. + "The Kira Nerys I knew was a patriot. Wouldn't sell out to +the Cardassians. Or the Federation." He gestured angrily at +Bashir with his free hand. "Didn't help sympathizers." + "He's not a sympathizer, he's the station doctor." She tried +to remain calm so he wouldn't get even jumpier. If there was only +some way to make him understand... "We have to work together with +the Federation if we're ever going to make Bajor strong again." + Dela's eyes glittered dangerously. "Trading one overlord for +another? I don't think so." He trained his weapon on Kira with +determination. "I'm sorry, Nerys, but justice must be done." + "Justice?" she began to argue, when the whine of phaser fire +split the air. Dela screamed and scrambled for the underbrush +clutching his forearm to his side. As he disappeared, Kira clawed +her phaser from its holster and whirled on this new threat. Garak +emerged from a clump of trees near the runabout, holding his hands +high, a Federation phaser clutched in one fist. + "Now, Major, I couldn't just let him shoot you both, now could +I? But I do have to do something about my aim." His slightly +ingratiating voice grated on her nerves. Growling an +incomprehensible reply, she turned back to where Dela had +disappeared. + "Did you see where he went?" she demanded. + "No. I must admit I was more concerned with the possibility +that you might accidentally shoot me than with the whereabouts of +your erstwhile companion." Garak leaned down and lightly touched +Julian's shoulder. The doctor's eyes opened at the contact, but +they were wide and unfocused, unaware of his surroundings. "We +must get our young friend here to an infirmary very soon, major." + "I have a flitter just down the stream, less than a klick from +here. We can-" seeing a movement in the trees to their right, Kira +instinctively reacted to the blur of motion by pushing Garak out of +the way. Phaser fire cut past her face, so close she could almost +taste air burning, too fast for any other reaction. There was only +time for a fleeting thought, By the Prophets, why didn't I keep my +phaser up? before a solid weight hit her and drove her into the +ground beside Julian. Garak returned Dela's fire, and Dela +crumpled, dead before he hit the ground. Kira looked up to see the +pale ridges of a Cardassian face, peering intently and with some +concern into her own, his heavy body protectively flat against her +own slighter figure. + Garak looked down at the shocked Bajoran beneath him, and +couldn't quite contain a smile. He'd knocked the breath out of her +when he'd slammed her out of the way of the terrorist's shot, and +it looked like he'd scrambled her wits as well. Levering himself +off of her, he moved over to check on Julian. Kira slowly pulled +herself off the ground. After giving Garak a long, considering +look, she turned and walked over to Dela's body. Her eyes narrowed +against a sudden rush of tears as she considered her fallen +comrade. For he was still her comrade. It was just that he hadn't +known when the war had changed, when the battlefields had shifted. +Too many deaths had hardened his hatred until he could no longer +see past the surface, to the individual behind the skin. Too much +hatred, too much vengeance. Too much loss. She shook her head. +His justice was not hers, but it would take her a long time to +accept the fact that a Cardassian had saved her from being killed +by a comrade. + In silence, she returned to Garak and helped him gather up +Julian. Together, they carried him to the waiting flitter, and +back to the hospital ward at the monastery. Kira's mind was filled +with the image of Cahr, left behind for the swamp to claim, and how +she could try to protect his reputation as much as possible in the +official explanation of all of this. She and Garak didn't say a +word to one another all of the way out of the swamps, after she had +forced out one small phrase. + "Thank you." + +***************************************************************** + + Shika Mer shooed her children out of the recovery room, +promising her husband that she'd be home soon. He smiled back at +her and gathered up their offspring, bundling them out the door. +Once Doctor Bashir was feeling well enough for visitors, they had +insisted on making sure "Joolyan" was really all right. Some of +the command staff had been a bit shocked by his small visitors, but +Julian had been very happy to see them. + "Just what I needed to lift my spirits, Mer. Your children +are a delight." His sparkling eyes left no doubt of his sincerity. +She smiled back, relieved to see him on the mend. It had been a +close call when they brought him back from Bajor. + "Well, next time when we visit my family, I hope it will be a +little less stressful. And if you want to see the swamps" she +shuddered slightly, "hire a guide." + He laughed back at her, then stopped abruptly. She followed +his gaze to where Kira was nodding carefully to Garak in the +doorway of the infirmary. Garak gave a little bow, and the Major +dipped her head in return before leaving the room. Garak watched +her depart before continuing into the recovery room. Mer wondered +if she'd ever hear the whole story, and decided she probably +wouldn't. + Garak entered the room and smiled a greeting at Nurse Shika +Mer. She smiled back at him hesitantly, then addressed the tailor. + "Remember, don't tire him out. He's still in recovery." + "Oh, I won't overexert the good doctor, madam." + Julian smiled at her and nodded his agreement. His expression +was slightly wistful. "It's all right, Mer. We're only going to +sit quietly for a while. And ... tell stories." + +***************************************************************** + + THE END + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-maam b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-maam new file mode 100644 index 00000000..90b70ecf --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-maam @@ -0,0 +1,443 @@ +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail +~From: jantrim@netcom.com (joyce antrim) +~Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +~Subject: DS9 Story: Ma'am? +~Date: 31 Oct 1994 01:13:18 -0600 +Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway +~Lines: 431 +~Sender: nobody@cs.utexas.edu +Message-ID: +NNTP-Posting-Host: news.cs.utexas.edu + +"Ma'am?" Or Good Manners Can See One Through ... Anything. An alternative +adventure presented for your amusement and entertainment, by Brenda +Antrim. Copyright on characters by Paramount Pictures, Inc., on story by +Brenda Antrim, all rights reserved. This story may be disseminated at +will as long as this disclaimer is attached. These events take place +before Major Kira and Vedek Bareil become lovers. Special thanks to the +Phantom for kamireh. Enjoy! + + + + Julian's eyes began to blur from fatigue, and he rubbed his knuckles +over them. The hours had sped as he studied the screens, information +flashing by. His day staff had long since gone off-duty, and his night +nurse worked quietly at his station. They shared a smile, and he +stretched his back muscles. With a soft "good night," he rose and walked +through the archway. As he scanned the shadowy interior one final time +for the night, he thought he heard a muffled noise from the small supply +room in the back. Tilting his head to one side he strained to listen, but +didn't hear anything. Still, it nagged at his mind. With a shrug he +decided to check it out. + He stepped into the short hallway just outside the supply room door. +One hand reached out to touch the keypad and all hell broke loose. + The door slid open before his fingers touched the lock mechanism, +and two figures collided with the Human in the doorway. Bashir yelped in +surprise and the men began to struggle. Stolen supplies scattered around +the intruders and the doctor was instantly furious. He would not allow +them to steal the few meager supplies he had managed to gather for the +station! He called out for the nurse to call for security, and continued +to fight with the thieves. In desperation, one of his opponents swung a +stolen hypospray at Julian, and he winced at the sharp sting as the hypo +hit his thigh. With a quiet hiss the drug flooded his system, and +dizziness threatened to overcome him. He felt a sinking sensation in the +pit of his stomach, and twisted to try and see the hypospray. Julian +prayed it was nothing toxic. + One intruder managed to get past him, only to be stopped cold as a +security detachment entered the corridor. Julian thankfully allowed Odo +and his forces to take over the task of dealing with the would-be +criminals, and leaned against the wall. Bending over carefully to +retrieve the spent hypospray, he was grateful for the strong grip on his +arm, steadying him as he straightened. Slightly blurred eyes tried to +focus on Major Kira Nerys, looking at him with concern. + "Doctor Bashir? Are you all right?" + "Major." His tongue felt slightly thick. "They were ... after the +medicine." He swayed and she instinctively curled her arm around his +waist to hold him upright. + "You stopped them, doctor, but were you hurt? You're not looking +very steady." + Odo's voice broke in. "Doctor? I need your statement." + "I think he was hurt, Odo." + Kira and the constable looked intently at Julian and he smiled +weakly at them. + "No problem, Odo. One of 'em got me with a hypo but ..." he swayed +again and Kira tightened her grip, pulling him closer to lean against her. +He sighed gratefully and finished his report. "They came out of the +storeroom and we had a struggle. They were trying to steal the drugs and +medical supplies." His head was clearing. In fact, his senses seemed +sharper than usual, and he tried not to be distracted by Kira's nearness, +the unexpected softness of the side of her breast pressing into his side, +the light scent coming from her hair. + "Should you lie down, doctor? Do you need some sort of antidote?" +Odo was looking at him as if he expected an imminent collapse. Julian +remembered the emptied hypo in his hand. Checking the label, he swallowed +a disbelieving laugh. *Kamireh. Oh, boy.* Meeting Odo's gaze, he managed +a professional expression. + "No, Odo. It's not disabling" *depending on your definition* he +winced inwardly "or life threatening, but I won't be awake much longer." +*Please* he thought somewhat hysterically, *let me get to my quarters and +_lock_the_door_*. "Will you need anything more from me?" + "No," Odo nodded sharply. "It's clear-cut. If I have any further +questions I can ask you after you have recovered." + "Thanks," Julian returned gratefully. His limbs felt rubbery, and +he was anxious to leave. + "Can you make it on your own?" Kira stepped away from him and his +knees began to buckle. Hurrying to catch him, she answered her own +question. "Guess not." He grinned mistily at her and she found herself +grinning back. There was something appealingly goofy about him in this +state. She turned to Odo, keeping a firm grip on her watery-legged +charge. "I'll escort Doctor Bashir back to his quarters." Pressing her +commbadge with her free hand, she updated Commander Sisko on the +situation. "And I'll stay with him for a little while. He's going to be +pretty out of it." + Dax's voice came over the link. "Is Julian all right, Kira?" + The major reacted to the concern in her friend's voice. "He's going +to be okay. He says it's not toxic, only mildly narcotic." + "What was it?" + "Um, concentrate of kamirah? Never heard of it." + Silence met her answer. Then she heard a muffled noise, like +stifled laughter, and Dax's voice came through again, shaking slightly. +"You'll definitely need to stay with him, Kira. It's slow up here, so +take your time." + "What is this stuff?" Suspicion lent an edge to her voice. + "Nothing," Dax returned quickly. "Just, stay close to him. Kamireh +can cause ... unusual side effects, and it reacts differently in different +people." + Julian was starting to droop. Kira acknowledged Dax and closed the +link, turning with her burden toward the habitat ring. His skin felt hot +against her side and arm. Looking up, she noticed a flush spreading along +his cheekbones. She'd never noticed before just how tall he was, too. +Pulling her attention back to his face, she noted with concern that his +eyes were glittering and his pupils were dilated. His eyelids looked +heavy, and she thought he might be feverish. Keeping him as steady as +possible, acutely aware for some reason of how small she felt next to him, +she hurried him toward his quarters. + The closer they got to his door, the higher the pressure built in +Julian's blood. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he was having +trouble controlling his breathing. The material of his uniform abraded +his skin slightly, and even the air currents seemed to caress his face. +Every sensation felt almost unbearably erotic. He didn't trust himself to +speak. Although he was aware of Kira's concerned glances, he feared if he +tried to reassure her he would only be able to moan. So he bit his lower +lip and prayed to any Deity who might be listening that he would make it +to the privacy of his quarters without disgracing himself. And that she +would leave immediately, so he didn't fall on her like a starving wolf. +Finally, they were safe inside his room. + He heard his door shut with a sigh of relief, quickly turning to +embarrassment when it segued into a moan mid-breath. Kira glanced at him +again with concern and completely misread the situation. He nearly +groaned again at the determination in her grip as she led him directly to +the one place he wanted her to avoid -- his bed. + "Hold on, Bashir. We'll have you settled in no time--" + "Major?" he broke in somewhat desperately. + She didn't seem to hear him, intent on helping him make his unsteady +way to his bed. As he sank onto the covers, he found himself clutching +her arms, pulling her off balance. Muffling a curse, he forced his +fingers, one by one, to unwrap themselves from her wrists. She gave him +an understanding smile, and he nearly screamed in frustration when he +realized she'd thought he was only steadying himself. He fell back +against the pillow and concentrated on anything except the sensations +pulsing under his skin. + Kira was clucking her tongue like a mother hen as she unfastened his +boots, and he knew how far gone he was by the fact that the normally +irritating noise actually sounded erotic. She was interspersing the +little clucks with reassuring comments about feeling better soon, and +sleeping it off, too, while the only thing he could visualize was tearing +their uniforms off and getting naked together, right now. Frantically, he +closed his eyes and traced mental maps of nerve systems in Huperyians and +analyzed the natural acids of Horta. When that failed miserably to +distract him he abruptly pulled himself into a fetal position, partly to +hide his growing arousal and partly to hold on to his sanity. Burying his +face in his knees, he whimpered softly. + Kira had been growing more worried as Julian's symptoms worsened. +When he jerked himself away from her as she was loosening his shirt and +curled himself into a ball, she really became alarmed. Perching on the +side of the bed to get closer to his trembling form, she laid a gentle +hand on his shoulder. She pushed the hair back off his forehead with her +other hand and was shocked at the heat radiating from his skin. + "Julian--" softly. + "Nerys," he squeezed out painfully through clenched teeth, "it would +really be a good idea for you to leave, now." + "No, I don't think so." + If anything, the trembling increased at her determined words. +"Yes," he hissed. + "No. Dax told me to stay, and I will." + He lifted his head to stare at her in disbelief. "Did you tell +her..." his voice trailed off and he stared at her with a peculiar +intensity, almost as if he were hungry. Then he seemed to recollect +himself and finished his thought. "...um, what the...hypospray held?" +His voice trailed off again and he fell back into staring at her. + "Yes, kamireh." She leaned forward to look at him more closely, and +noticed that his lips had parted and he was breathing in short, light +pants. "She insisted I stay. And from the look of you--" + "Dax...insisted?" he interrupted her. His tone was incredulous but +vaguely detached, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely. She was +nodding affirmation to his question and opening her mouth to reply +verbally when his arms whipped out and caught her to him. She heard him +whisper "bloody hell" like a prayer before his mouth closed over hers. + Sheer surprise kept Kira immobile for several moments. On the +surface, she couldn't quite believe that Dr. Eager Puppy actually had the +nerve to grab her and kiss her senseless. Quick on the heels of the +disbelief was a sort of understanding, that perhaps this was one of those +side effects Dax had been talking about, that the drug was causing him to +lose control. Underlying the rational thought was the irrational reaction +*My, he's very good at this!*. He had pulled her over on top of him, her +thighs straddling his hips, his leg hooked over the back of her knee to +pin her in place. His arms were wrapped around her, one hand caressing +the small of her back, the other cupping her head to hold her face to his. +In this position it was impossible not to be aware of the extent of his +arousal. So _that_ was where all the heat was coming from... + Every centimeter of his skin was sensitized now, and he felt as +though he was drowning in her. Moving against her, trying to touch every +bit of her soft skin, delighting in the crisp red curls twining around his +fingers, he lost himself in the moist heat of her mouth. When she managed +to pull her lips from his, he trailed kisses along her jaw until he came +to her earlobe. One swift lick, a tiny nip on the lobe itself, careful of +the earring, then a gentle tug with his lips. He traced her earring with +his tongue, never loosening his grip on her body or slowing his stroking +hands. + She had just managed to extricate her mouth from his, ignoring the +unexpected pang of disappointment when his tongue stopped twining with +hers, when he knocked her senses sideways. She felt the sharp little bite +on her earlobe, followed by the incredible sensation of his hot mouth +sucking around her earring and an agile tongue tracing the contours of her +ear. Her pah felt as though an electric current was running through it, +and every sense went on alert. Hands that she'd brought up to his +shoulders to push him away suddenly curved around his back, tracing the +muscles along his spine, pulling him closer. All rational thought fled, +and she didn't even notice. + Some distant part of Kira's mind was hiding in a corner, disavowing +any responsibility for the woman and man frantically tugging at each +other's uniforms. He carried her along with him in a whirlwind of +kamireh-heightened passion, and she was completely unprepared for his +enthusiasm. Caught up in his roving hands and talented mouth, the +previous months of celibacy and suppressed frustration regarding a certain +Vedek broke free and found another target. Her last coherent thoughts, +before she gave up the effort, were *he's much better built than he looks +in his uniform* and *I can't believe we're doing this!* + As Julian felt Kira toss him back against the pillow and lower +herself over him, his last coherent thoughts were *I can't believe we're +doing this!* and *Dax insisted?!?* Then the combination of the drug and +the incredible sensations pulled him under, and he stopped even trying to +think. + + +****************************************************************************** + + + Kira tiptoed around Julian's bed, trying to find her belt among the +wildly scattered clothing on the floor. She refused to even look at the +still form of the doctor, sprawled on the wreckage of his bed and sleeping +the sleep of the deeply drugged and totally drained. *Four times. +Prophets above.* She wasn't quite sure how she was going to face him when +he finally woke up ... she wasn't even sure how to face herself. Maybe, +if she was really lucky, he wouldn't remember any of this. Now if she +could just find a way for herself to forget ... this was so embarrassing. +She'd made such a big point of how much he irritated her, then she'd +turned around and ... well. Now she had to find Dax. Her "good friend" +had a lot of explaining to do. She'd try not to strangle her until after +she'd finished the explanation. + She finally found her belt, wrapped around the side post of the +headboard, and remembered gripping it with both hands during a +particularly intense moment at about three in the morning. Blushing +profusely and hating herself for it, she gingerly leaned over Bashir's +chest to unloop the belt. He sighed and shifted, and she froze. Staring +down at the slender length of him stretched beneath her, memories came +unbidden. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she whipped the belt off the +headboard and scooted with more speed than grace off the bed. Scrambling +to the door, she didn't even wait to hear it close before running all the +way to her quarters. + Later that day in Ops, she finally cornered Jadzia Dax. + "You insisted!!" + "Well, kamireh _does_ affect different people in different ways." +Dax's innocent tone did not match her wicked grin. + "Ha! It's an Ishtarian aphrodisiac! Concentrated! He practically +attacked me." Kira glared at her and she immediately sobered. + "Did he hurt you?" + "No." Kira could feel that stupid, irritating blush creeping up her +neck, and cursed herself for it. + "I thought you could handle him," Jadzia continued, "or I wouldn't +have encouraged you to stay." + Kira had some trouble meeting her friend's gaze. Finally she +sighed. "I could have handled him just fine. Was doing pretty well, too, +then he..." + Dax cocked her head to one side. "Sorry? I couldn't hear that." + "He sucked on my ear, all right?" Kira exploded. She glared at Dax +and dared her to laugh. With admirable restraint, Jadzia merely nodded. +"Oh, forget it." Kira abruptly turned and stalked off. + After she was out of earshot, Dax let loose the laughter she'd been +bottling up. When she finally got her breath back, she muttered, "Is that +all it takes?" Then she lost it again, and sat down, howling. + + +****************************************************************************** + + + Julian surfaced slowly, lazily stretching overused muscles, savoring +a whole body sense of satisfaction. For the first time in months he was +utterly sated. His mind drifted over disjointed memories of a passionate +night, sleek feminine muscles moving in counterpoint to his larger frame. +Details swam through his mind, a softly murmured cry, strong hands pulling +him under, soft red hair -- red. Hair. Red hair. Julian jackknifed to a +sitting position, ignoring the protests of his strained back and thigh +muscles. Hugging a pillow to his chest, he hid his face in it to muffle +his yell. "Kira! Oh, my God!!" He felt the blush start at his toes and +sweep all the way to his hairline. Slowly he lifted his head, and +horrified chocolate brown eyes gradually narrowed to slits. The sound of +his voice in the still room startled him. + "Manners." Ignoring the way his voice cracked on the word, he +nodded resolutely. "We'll just pretend it didn't happen. Manners will +get me through this." A vaguely hunted look on his face, he softly +whimpered, "Please!" + + + +****************************************************************************** + + + Commander Ben Sisko was beginning to wonder about his command staff. +Major Kira was alternately ignoring and glaring at Doctor Bashir and +Lieutenant Dax. Bashir was being ridiculously polite to Kira, avoiding +Dax, and standing at attention as if his back hurt. Dax was wearing an +angelic look on her face, except for a truly wicked gleam in her eyes. +And Chief O'Brien was oblivious. Kira had rattled off her morning report +so quickly he'd had to struggle to catch it all. Dax sounded like she was +trying not to laugh. Bashir had reported like an automaton, and was still +looking like he wanted to bolt. What the hell was going on here? And why +was he always the last to know? + Jadzia only felt slightly guilty about the trick she'd played on her +friends. It was one sure way to break the tension between them -- maybe +now they'd find their way to being friends. Actually she thought they'd +be a good learning experience for one another. Kira could stand to +lighten up a bit, and Julian could use the discipline and maturity as +well. She grinned. She'd asked Julian earlier, in private, how he was +doing. He'd looked at her for a moment as if she'd betrayed him to the +Romulans, but then he'd been fine. Perhaps more formal than usual. Hm. +She'd have to think about this a little more. Humans were so touchy about +sexuality, especially the young males. More especially, the cute young +males. + Julian wanted to sink into a hole and die. Kira refused to even +look at him, and he wasn't sure if he was relieved or insulted. Dax acted +like it was all a wonderful joke, and he supposed to a jaded three hundred +year old it might be. Maybe in three hundred years _he'd_ find it funny, +too. Until then, he just wanted to find that hole and crawl in. + Kira couldn't believe it. Julian was treating her like his maiden +aunt. She'd heard more "ma'am"s from him this morning than in the last +two years. So prim and proper! Who did he think he was? How dare he +turn her inside-out for absolutely hours, then act like none of it ever +happened? If she thought he really didn't remember it, then she could +accept it better. But he blushed even more than she did! He _certainly_ +remembered the belt ... and that sleek little twist he made with his hips +right before she -- + "Major?" Sisko's deep bark broke into her reverie and she jumped. +Feeling that blasted heat sweeping up from her throat over her cheeks +again, she glared once more at Julian. Damn! She had to get back to +business and stop thinking about this! + + +****************************************************************************** + + + The next week was excruciating for Julian and Kira. Dax had more fun than she'd had +in years. + In the corridor outside the racquetball courts, Kira ran headfirst into her nemesis. Her +workout clothes dripped sweat, her hair was plastered to her head, and she looked like a refugee +from the sweatshops. Julian was wearing that stupid silver bodysuit he always wore for tennis, +the one that hugged every line of his body like a second skin. The one that made his shoulders +look so broad, and his legs so incredibly long, and his backside ... Kira realized she was staring +and snapped her eyes shut in frustration. Bad move. The image superimposed on her eyelids +wasn't wrapped in silver, just warm, creamy brown skin. Her eyes snapped back open. *Great* +she thought disgustedly, *now I'm drooling.* + Julian felt a sharp pang of chagrin as Kira's eyes closed. *She can't even stand to look +at me.* When she opened them again he could swear he felt the heat of phaser fire directed at +him. Dismayed at the thought of her hating him so much, he dropped his head and edged by +her. Muttering a polite "Ma'am," he scooted past her as quickly as possible. Looking down at +the short ringlets at the crown of her head, distracted by the healthy scent of her body, he felt +his own body begin to react. Knowing his workout suit hid nothing, he practically ran to the +locker room to avoid having her notice the state he was in. Reaching the sonic showers, he +thought cold thoughts and tried to block hot memories. + Kira watched Julian hustle away in disbelief. He couldn't even stand to be in the same +corridor with her! Angry, aroused, and irritated with herself for both emotions, she stomped off +to the showers. + + +****************************************************************************** + + + It was the same everywhere they met. Eventually, even O'Brien figured out that the +major and the doctor were -- tense -- with each other. Eight days after "the Incident" things +came to a head. At Quark's, of course. + Sisko had had quite enough. The ill will between his first officer and his chief medical +officer was really starting to annoy him, and Dax wasn't any help at all. She seemed to find the +whole thing vastly amusing, but she wouldn't share the joke. So he decided to confront Major +Kira. When he'd tried to ask Doctor Bashir about it, the young man had blushed so deeply he'd +looked like he was about to explode, and he hadn't been the least bit coherent. Besides, the +problem seemed to originate in the argumentative major, since Bashir had been painfully polite +to her for the last week or so. He was _not_ looking forward to this interview. + Kira entered the bar and made her way to his table. He motioned for her to take a seat. +Watching him warily, she complied. + "Major. I normally would not intrude on the personal relationships among my crew, +unless they impact station operations." He paused to give her a chance to reply. She stared back +at him stonily. He sighed. This was not going to be easy. "Kira, do you wish to talk to me +about anything?" + "No, sir." She wasn't giving an inch. + Over her shoulder he saw Bashir enter Quark's. The young doctor began to head toward +his table, then saw Kira. He abruptly changed directions and sat at the bar. Given the mood +Kira had been in lately, Sisko didn't blame him. He sighed and tried again. + "What did Doctor Bashir do to anger you?" To his surprise, Kira actually blushed deeply +enough for him to notice in the darkened bar. He settled deeper in his chair. This could be +interesting. + Julian couldn't believe his rotten luck. He'd been trying to avoid Kira for days, but he +had run into her everywhere. The tennis courts. The promenade. The habitat ring. Now +Quark's. It was enough to make a grown man cry. God, she was gorgeous. + "Quark. Saurian brandy." Cry, or drink. "Double." Drink a _lot_. "Make it two." + The little Ferengi showed a nosy tendency to want to talk, but Julian snarled at him and +he scurried away. Eight days of hell. Not that it had been _his_ fault. After all, he'd told her +emphatically to leave. And he'd been tanked up on a potent aphrodisiac. Concentrated, no less. +But she acted like she hated him. Had it really been that bad? By the time he downed the +second brandy and called for a third, he decided it hadn't been bad at all. It had been incredible, +in fact. He stuck his nose back in his drink and sulked. + Sisko was having no luck whatsoever. He was becoming frustrated. Finally, he gestured +at the figure not-so-slowly getting sloshed at the bar. "Look at him! What happened? What +did you do to him?" + "Do to him?" Kira was aghast. Twisting in her seat to look over at Julian, she shook +her head. Gritting her teeth, she growled at Sisko, "Not a damned thing he didn't _want_ done +to him! Ha! This is NOT my FAULT!" Jumping up out of her chair, she nearly ran Dax down +on her way to Julian. Dax dropped into the chair beside Sisko and chuckled. Sisko lifted a +brow at his old friend. + "Sit back and enjoy the fireworks, Benjamin." + Kira stalked over to Julian and grabbed his elbow. Turning him around to face her, she +nearly pulled him off the stool. Julian's eyes grew huge when he saw who was manhandling +him. "Ma'am?" he squeaked out. + Wrong response. "Ma'am? MA'AM? Who the hell do you think I am?" Chest to +chest, the smaller Bajoran leaned over the taller Human, hissing into his face. She looked like +an enraged kitten to Julian. A lethal, enraged kitten with a very bad attitude, capable of doing +him great bodily harm. He leaned back over the bar and she followed, leaning right in over +him. + "What makes you think you can do the things you did, then turn right around and act like +you didn't? What? How can you pretend it didn't happen? That may work for you, buddy, but +it does _not_ work for me!" + "Things? What things?" Quark's slightly lecherous voice broke in. + "Shut up, Quark!" Kira and Julian snapped in unison. The little bartender threw his +hands up and retreated to the end of the bar, sending them hurt looks. They ignored him and +continued their fight. + "I thought it would be easier for you--" + "Easier?" She didn't let him finish. "In what way? In case you hadn't noticed, you're +driving me crazy!" + "Me?" He stopped backing up, and their chests touched. "I thought you couldn't stand +me." + "So don't think." She grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head and pulled his +face down to kiss him. Thoroughly. She ignored the sudden silence in the bar, and the choking +noises coming from Quark. Bashir didn't even notice. He was too busy discovering that she +tasted even more incredible when he wasn't in a kamireh-haze. She was too busy enjoying his +touch. Finally, she broke the kiss. Reaching out to take his hand, she pulled him from the stool +and out the door. He followed without a word. + The silence they left behind was broken by three distinct reactions. Quark sounded like +he was choking to death, little wheezing yips like a small animal in pain. Dax's full-throated +laugh bounced around the Dabo tables. Over both, Sisko's deep rumble was plaintive, "Will +someone _please_ tell me what's going on?" + +*************************** The End (?) ************************************** + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-thec b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-thec new file mode 100644 index 00000000..f51ba511 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9-thec @@ -0,0 +1,3304 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!caen!umeecs!umn.edu!msus1.msus.edu!TIGGER.STCLOUD.MSUS.EDU!I00017 +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: The Chip (Something went wrong) +Message-ID: <1993Feb19.170554.2502@msus1.msus.edu> +From: i00017@TIGGER.STCLOUD.MSUS.EDU +Date: 19 Feb 93 17:05:53 -0600 +Reply-To: i00017@TIGGER.STCLOUD.MSUS.EDU +Organization: ST. CLOUD STATE UNIVERSITY, ST. CLOUD, MN +Nntp-Posting-Host: tigger.stcloud.msus.edu +Lines: 3292 + +I hope this works this time. + + + + + + ________________________________________________________ +12/16/93 Deep Space Nine, "The Chip"(v#4)By Glen Johnson +FADE IN + +ESTABLISHING SHOT - STAR FILLED VIEW OF DEEP SPACE + +The frame is filled with stars. The following words fade +into the screen. + + STARDATE 46399.2 + Within weeks of its discovery, + many small scout ships started + conducting precursory sweeps of the + area beyond the wormhole. . . + +Words fade, giving way to the stars. + +PULL BACK TO REVEAL a star filled view screen of a small +Federation scout ship. MADISON and KEMP are at their +stations. + + KEMP + We've dropped out of warp. . . Final + approach to the wormhole plotted. + + MADISON + (Pause, looking at readings on console) + Are your readouts showing a large free + asteroid heading in our direction? + + KEMP + (Working out trajectory data + for the asteroid) + I see it. + (Pause, then continue) + Data indicates that it'll pass wide of + the wormhole and us. Nothing to worry + about. + + MADISON + I'd like to ignore this thing and get + back to DS-9 right now, but if we don't + scan it they'll just send us back + through to track it down. . . Set an + intercept course. + + KEMP + (Setting course) + That's all I'd need. I got a hot time + planned and don't want to miss it. + + MADISON + I don't plan on pulling you out of jail + like the last station where you had a + 'good time planned.' If you wind up in + one again, you can rot for a while. + (MORE) + MADISON (Cont) + (Brief pause, ribbing Kemp) + I hear they haven't updated those + Cardassian jail cells to the luxurious + Federation standards yet. + + KEMP + It can't be as bad as the last time. . . + That Klingon cellmate they gave me had + an attitude against Humans. + + MADISON + (Sarcastic) + He looked so disappointed when I bailed + you out. . . Like a kid that had his + favorite toy taken away. + + KEMP + We're within optimum sensor range. + + MADISON + Bring'em all on-line. There is no sense + leaving any unanswered questions. + +A panel alarm will sound. + + KEMP + Sensors are detecting some kind of + irregular object on the surface. + + MADISON + (Operating controls) + Bringing it to main screen. + +Show the wreckage of a small ship on the view screen. Only +small parts of it are intact and recognizable. + + KEMP + Scanners show no radiation above + background. . . If it is a ship, it's + old. Too old to be Federation in this + area. + + MADISON + Materials aren't consistent with any + known starship construction. . . No + unusual materials, just old technology. + + KEMP + I think we better report this + immediately. They're going to want a + team of experts on that rock before it + goes too far. + MADISON + Get a quick scan, then we'll come about + and head for the station. + + + CUT TO: + +EXT - STARBASE AND DOCKED SHIPS - ONE YEAR LATER + +Show the base with a few docked ships, a ship emerging from +the wormhole in B.G. Lettering will fade in stating it's one +year later. + + +SISKO'S OFFICE - SAME TIME + +Commander SISKO will be at his desk looking at the list of +items that arrived and is in the middle of discussing them +with CHIEF O'BRIEN. + + O'BRIEN + That list shows everything that arrived + for us on the last supply ship. The only + passengers are Dr. Holdon and two of his + assistants. He's a cybernetics engineer + from Earth Research Complex. . . He says + he needs to speak with you right away. + + SISKO + Did he say why? + + O'BRIEN + He'd only say that it was important. + + SISKO + Where is he now? + + O'BRIEN + He is probably halfway here from the + docking area. + + SISKO + When he shows let me know. . . + (Noticing something of interest + on the list) + I see the relay we ordered finally + showed up. + + O'BRIEN + If we can get it to work. + + SISKO + What is wrong with it? + O'BRIEN + The component's fine, but the Cardassian + systems don't match with what Starfleet + sent. + SISKO + Can you make it work? + + O'BRIEN + I may be able to rig it. The trick will + be doing it while keeping all the + components balanced. This thing can + output fifty times faster than what it's + replacing. + + SISKO + Give it a try and let me know if it + works. + + O'BRIEN + (Turning to leave) + If you hear a bit of an explosion from + the switching grid area, you'll know it + didn't work. + + SISKO + (Smile) + +PORTAL - POV SISKO + +As O'Brien leaves DR. HOLDON will enter uninvited. + + O'BRIEN + (Look back at Holdon as they pass) + + HOLDON + Sorry to disturb you Commander, but my + mission is very time sensitive. + + SISKO + (Giving Holdon a suspicious glance + and sarcastic tone) + Ah! Dr Holdon I presume. I was just + about to make a note to call you at my + earliest convenience. But since you're + here. . . have a seat. + + HOLDON + (Finding a seat) + I know this is a bit abrupt, but I need + your help with a rather delicate matter. + I need to contact the Pal people to + negotiate for the services of a Dr. + King. + SISKO + (Astonishment) + The Dr. King arrested by the Pal for + murdering ten of their people? He's + accused of conducting illegal + experiments on them. + (Brief pause) + You must be joking. + + HOLDON + That's the one. . . and I'm not. + + SISKO + He almost caused them to break all + relations with the Federation, and you + want me to help get him out? They were a + rather reclusive race before, but now. . + . no chance! + + HOLDON + Not just arrested, he confessed, and + he's sentenced to death. But I don't + want him free. . . I want him for an + experiment. + + SISKO + What kind of experiment? + + HOLDON + Do you remember about a year ago, when + the first organized charting missions + where being conducted beyond? + (Standing to pace) + One of those missions found the wreckage + of an alien ship on a free asteroid. + + SISKO + Yes, inside were the remains of two + aliens of unknown race. They were + remarkably well preserved in their + environment-suits, a substantial find. + + HOLDON + Yes, quite remarkable, but that was only + part of it. Inside of each of their + brain cavities was a microchip of some + kind. We've tried to assess the purpose + of it, but so far we haven't been able + to make any headway. . . They've been + hooked up to every computer available, + with every imaginable test run. Nothing + has given us any information about the + things. + SISKO + Well and good, but how does that effect + Dr. King? He is a toxicologist. I don't + see how he can offer any knowledge that + will help. + + HOLDON + I don't want his knowledge, I want his + body. . . before he's executed. + + SISKO + (Perplexed) + His body? + + HOLDON + We were at a loss and couldn't think of + how to proceed. + (Pause to sit, serious tone) + Eventually, someone came up with the + bright idea of implanting the chip into + a living organism. Perhaps it would + activate. A bit far fetched I admit, but + we had nothing to lose. . . We immersed + it in a vat of cloned tissue and slight + electrical activity started around the + chip. Not much. . . but more than we + actually expected. From there we planted + it into the brain of a rat. + (Excited) + The results where remarkable. For a + short time the chip stimulated the + growth of new neural pathways. + (Brief pause) + Later we planted it in the brain of a + chimp with about the same results. + Except this time the growth was far more + extensive, and much more rapid. . . But + again the growth stopped with no real + results beyond that. + + SISKO + Your theory of what the thing is? + + HOLDON + My guess is it's a memory chip that + would assist its host in mnemonic + functions. . . basic data storage. + + SISKO + And now you want to implant it into Dr. + King? Experimentation on humans like + that is illegal. + HOLDON + Not if the subject gives knowing and + informed consent. Besides, it would be + poetic justice. . . wouldn't it? + + SISKO + Yes. . . it would. . . But since the law + says you need his consent, what makes + you think he'll give it? Or that the Pal + will let him even if he wants to? + + HOLDON + As for King, do you have any idea how + the Pal execute someone? + + SISKO + They give them a lethal injection of + sorts. + + HOLDON + It's not some humane poison that kills + you quickly. + (Pause) + They inject you with a very insidious + virus that kills you slowly, and very + painfully. It eats the tissue of the + body. As it does, it releases a + byproduct that's acidic into the + bloodstream, a tenderizer of sorts. This + pre-digests the tissue it contacts, + allowing for faster digestion. Thus + releasing more of the acid faster, and + so on. . . Death can sometimes take over + a month, each day you suffer knowing + that the next day's pain will be even + worse than what your presently + experiencing. It's not a very pleasant + way to die. . . If he accepts being my + guinea pig, I intend to offer him a + quick, painless death as opposed to what + he now faces. + + SISKO + I can see where that would get his + attention. . . But what about the Pal? + He's under their jurisdiction, not mine. + What if they don't want to accept? + + HOLDON + They're a race dedicated to the quest + for knowledge, and have tied up great + amounts of their planet's resources to + that sacred quest. I'm hoping that + they'll see how much knowledge may be + gained by this experiment and allow it + to proceed. . . + (MORE) + HOLDON (Cont) + Besides, you were the great negotiator + that convinced them not to break + relations when he was arrested. I have + faith that you can perform the same kind + of miracle for this. + + SISKO + I'm glad you have faith, but I had to + make a lot of promises to pull it off. + And one was to allow them to prosecute + without Federation interference. Now you + want me to intervene. + + HOLDON + I've been doing my homework. The treaty + with the Pal clearly gives them the + right to arrest, try, and punish him. It + also states that whenever practical, + they are to do so with consideration to + Federation laws, standards and values. A + small hold, but it should give you some + grounds for compromise in the matter. + + SISKO + Perhaps it's worth a try, but understand + this. . . + (Speak sternly) + I will not compromise the relation with + the Pal to get this deal made. + + HOLDON + Fair enough. I contacted them and asked + that the execution be postponed until I + arrived. They gave me until tomorrow. + + SISKO + You do know that they will only + negotiate face to face, an old and still + honored tradition of their people? We'll + have to go to their planet to discuss it + with them. + + HOLDON + Yes, but you'll have to go without me. I + don't want them to know I arrived yet. + That way if they don't agree . . . I'll + have until tomorrow to try and think of + something else. + + SISKO + I've some things to finish before I can + go, but it won't take long. + HOLDON + Good. In the meantime I'll be sampling + what Mr. Quark's establishment has to + offer. + + SISKO + How did you find out about his place so + soon? You must have come straight here + the from docking areas. + + HOLDON + Mr. Quark met the ship and personally + invited passengers and crew to join him. + + SISKO + I give him credit for quick thinking. I + just made him remove a bunch of notices + he had in all the locks. He's supposed + to keep his advertising in the + promenade. + (Activate communicator) + Sisko to Major Kira. + + KIRA + (Voice Only on communicator) + Kira here! + + SISKO + Could you come in here for a moment? + + KIRA + (Voice Only on communicator) + Yes Sir. + +POV SISKO - OFFICE PORTAL + +KIRA will enter through the portal. + + SISKO + Have a ship readied, I'm going to be + going to the Pal system. + + KIRA + Pal? Why there? + + SISKO + I'm going to negotiate the method of + execution for Dr. King. + + KIRA + You mean you have a more sadistic method + of death than what they've planned? + + SISKO + No. . . I'm going to try and negotiate a + more humane death for him. + KIRA + What? I thought that after what you went + through to keep relations with the Pal, + your only regret would be that he could + only die once. + + SISKO + Something like that, I'll explain when I + get the chance. Just have the ship + prepared and standing by. + + KIRA + I can't wait to hear this one. + (Exit the room) + + HOLDON + (Stand to shake Sisko's hand) + Thank you Commander. I'll be waiting for + your return. + (Turn to leave) + + CUT TO: + + +QUARK'S - FEW HOURS LATER + +PAN the clientele to find Dr. Holdon sitting, nursing a +drink. Hold on him until QUARK comes to sit with him. + + QUARK + (Confidentially) + I have been told you are seeking + transport off of DS-9. . . You wish to + leave soon? + + HOLDON + As soon as my cargo arrives. + + QUARK + Where do you wish to go? + + HOLDON + Earth. + + QUARK + (Confused) + Ships leave for that area often, one + leaves tomorrow in fact. Why don't you + book passage on one of them? + + HOLDON + I don't intend to go all the way to + Earth, and I do not want to be traced. + I'll need to leave on short notice, so + it'll have to be standing by. + QUARK + To tie up a ship that can make that kind + of journey is expensive. How much do you + intend to pay for this service? + + HOLDON + (Handing Quark a small readout device) + This should more than cover it. + + QUARK + This is a nice figure, but it is in + Federation currency. Easily traceable + out here. . . I will need twice that to + cover costs of filtering the money. + + HOLDON + You must be joking! That's twice what + you should expect to get. + + QUARK + If the cargo was an honest one, yes. . . + But this smells of something not quite + so honest. + + HOLDON + (Upset) + Will it be ready in an hour? + + QUARK + (Pause) + Yes, I am sure I can have something + standing by. + + HOLDON + Just make sure I get what I pay for. + + BARTENDER + (Come up and whisper something + to Quark then leave) + + QUARK + It would seem that commander Sisko is + returning from a visit to the Pal. I + think you may be interested in his + arrival. + + HOLDON + What makes you think that? + + QUARK + I make it a point to keep informed. It + keeps me in business. . . and out of + jail. + HOLDON + I expect the ship to be ready in an + hour. + (Stand and walk out on Quark) + + CUT TO: + + +BAY AREA - CDR SISKO'S RETURN + +A runabout class vessel is unloading. Sisko will come off +and be met by Holdon. + + HOLDON + How did it go? + + SISKO + Your expectation of them was quite + correct. They wish you great knowledge + from your quest. + + HOLDON + King? Did you explain it to him? + + SISKO + Yes, but he wouldn't give any kind of + answer. He wants to speak to you first. + + HOLDON + I'd guess he would have some questions. + + +POV HOLDON - SHIP DOOR B.G. + +Holdon will be facing Sisko and the ship, with the door of +the ship in b.g. Over Sisko's shoulder DR. KING will come +out in restraints. + + HOLDON + (As King exits the ship) + This must be Dr. King. How nice of you + to consider my offer. + + KING + (Resentful) + It's not like I had a choice, I was + forced into this. + + HOLDON + How so? I can't force you to do this. + + KING + Coerce is more the word for it. Besides. + . . when you're sentenced to death by + (MORE) + KING (Cont) + the Pal you officially cease to exist as + a being. I'm damaged property that's + been given to you for disposal. + + HOLDON + That's not how it is here though. If you + don't want to accept my offer, then you + simply return to the Pal for execution + of your sentence. . . Excuse the pun. + + KING + Some choice. Die a hideous death back + there, or be dissected here. But only + after my brain is fried by some kind of + electrical device. Wonderful! + + HOLDON + It will not fry your brain. In all of + the experiments the subject suffered no + pain. Other than the growth there should + be no symptoms of any kind. + + KING + What makes you think this thing will act + any different than it did with the + chimp? Their physiology's enough like + ours to pass. + + HOLDON + It seemed like the growth patterns were + looking to establish a link with the + higher functions of the brain. When it + couldn't find adequate functional + capacity in its host, it discontinued + the growth. + + KING + What if this thing links as you put it, + then what? + + HOLDON + The odds are that even if it establishes + a link, you probably won't be able to + decipher the data since it will be in an + alien thought pattern. + + KING + That's if I choose to do it. + + HOLDON + The option is yours. You basically have + to choose either a slow, painful and + useless death, or die helping to further + (MORE) + HOLDON (Cont) + the base of knowledge. Being a scientist + yourself I think you'd rather choose the + latter. . . Would that be a fair + assumption? + + KING + Like I pointed out before, some choice. + . . when do we start? + + HOLDON + As soon as I can make arrangements for + the trip to Earth, we'll start work + there. + + SISKO + Unfortunately that won't be possible. + The Pal traditions require that sentence + be carried out within a set time. + Otherwise the accused must be set free. + That's their law. + + HOLDON + How long do we have? + + SISKO + Just over three days, that's it. + + HOLDON + (Pondering) + That does pose some problems. I didn't + bring some of my team members that are + critical for the project. The most + important one is the surgeon who would + implant the device. It'll take weeks to + get them all here. + + SISKO + We have a surgeon here. He may be able + to do it if you give him the needed + information. The facilities here may be + small, but I think with a little work we + should be able to give you anything + you'll need. + + KING + You seem awfully helpful after the cold + treatment you gave me on the trip here. + You wouldn't even acknowledge my + presence. Why the interest? + + SISKO + I gave my word that I'd return you to + have sentence carried out. I don't + (MORE) + SISKO (Cont) + cherish the concept of capital + punishment myself, but I do value + relations with the Pal. + (Pause) + Besides, the more information that can + be gotten from that chip, the better + prepared we may be for what's beyond the + wormhole. So I definitely have an + interest in how things go. + + HOLDON + If it works I'll need time to study it. + That may require resources that only the + Earth Research Complex can provide, what + then? + + SISKO + If it comes to that we may be able to + work something out with the Pal. We'll + have to deal with that when the time + comes. + + HOLDON + (Pause pondering the problem) + Let's give it a shot. . . I'll draw up a + list of what's needed. I'll also need to + speak with your surgeon to see if he can + do the job. + + SISKO + (Jesting with Holdon) + Oh! He is good, fresh out of school. + + HOLDON + (Not amused) + You must be joking. You expect me to put + the fate of the project into the hands + of someone with no practical experience. + + SISKO + He's really quite good, but you can talk + to him yourself and decide. + + HOLDON + Believe me, I will! + + SISKO + (Turning to King) + In the meantime, I'm going to treat you + as I promised the Pal leader. You are to + be a non-person while you're waiting for + the work to start. + (MORE) + SISKO (Cont) + (Addressing the guard escorting King) + Put him into security quarantine until + they need him. He's not to speak or be + spoken to until then. + + KING + Being a nonentity here can't be nearly + as bad as where you picked me up from. I + could have died just from the cold cell + they had me in. + + SISKO + Keep talking and I'll make arrangements + to simulate that cell exactly. Perhaps + even adding a few rats to the picture. + + KING + Where you going to find a rat out here? + + SISKO + (Grinning) + If not a rat. . . I'm sure we could + find a suitable substitute on some + nearby system. + + KING + (Wisely but defiantly keeps his mouth + shut as he is removed) + + CUT TO: + + +QUARK'S + +Quark will be siting at a table with a HUMAN, the entrance +to the place will be in the B.G. Dr. Holdon will walk in and +look over the crowd, looking for someone. Quark will gesture +to get his attention. + + HOLDON + (Arriving at the table, look + suspiciously at the human) + We have to talk. . . in private. + + QUARK + You can speak in front of him, he is the + Captain of the ship you have hired. + + HOLDON + (Pause as he looks the person over) + There's been a change of plans. I may + not be able to leave for three days. + QUARK + That does present a problem. A ship + costs whether you use it or not. The + longer you wait the more you will have + to pay. + + HOLDON + How much more? + + QUARK + (Leans to discuss something privately + with the Human then speaks) + An additional twenty-five percent each + day. + + HOLDON + That's outrageous. How can you expect to + get that kind of money? + + QUARK + Simple, I have cornered the market for + this kind of business. If you don't deal + with me you'll have to take a regular + passage out. So. . . is it a deal? + + HOLDON + (Very distressed) + That ship had better be standing by + waiting! + (Walk out) + + HUMAN + (After Holdon is gone) + What happens when he finds out I don't + have a ship? + + QUARK + It is just a hunch, but I have the + feeling that he will not be needing it. + Rumor has it that what he's doing is + quite illegal, and will land him in + jail. . . I just want to get his money + before that happens. + + CUT TO: + + +TRACKING SHOT - HALLWAY GOING TO THE MEDICAL FACILITY + +Holdon and Sisko will be heading to speak to Dr. Bashir +about the procedure, and his ability to perform it. They +will be discussing other arrangements that are being made. + HOLDON + I've been making arrangements with your + staff. They've assured me that we can + have everything we'll need set up by + tomorrow. + + SISKO + Good! I've informed Odo to make security + arrangements for the proceedings. + + HOLDON + I don't see much chance of him running, + but it can't hurt. I've consulted with + my staff about Dr. Bashir. We feel he + should be able to perform the procedure + with a reasonable chance of success. + With a few precautions, I don't see how + he could damage the chip. According to + his file, this Doctor of yours seems to + have his feet planted firmly on the + ground. + +OVER SHOULDER - POV SISKO AND HOLDON - MEDICAL OFFICE PORTAL + +They will be facing the portal as it opens. Inside they will +see DR. BASHIR practicing fast draw with a replica of an old +six-gun. + + HOLDON + (Turning to Sisko) + My estimate on King's chances of + surviving the surgery just dropped + dramatically. + + BASHIR + (Awkwardly hides gun behind back) + + SISKO + (Give Bashir a disgusted look) + + ODO + (Voice only over communicator) + Odo to Commander Sisko. We need your + assistance at Mr Quark's place. + + SISKO + What now? + + ODO + (Voice only over communicator) + It would seem that he is accusing + someone of cheating. + + SISKO + I believe the term would be 'The pot + calling the kettle black?' + QUARK + (Voice only in background of + Odo's communicator) + I heard that, whatever it implies I'm + sure I should not like it. + + SISKO + I'll be there shortly. Sisko out. + + HOLDON + I just need to discuss a few details + with the Doctor. So if you need to go, + be my guest. + + SISKO + (making it obvious he doesn't + actually want to go) + All right then, your sure you won't need + me here? + + HOLDON + Mr. Quark has quite the place there. It + must keep you amused. + + BASHIR + (Sheepish tone) + Keeps him coming here to get something + for a headache is more like it. + + SISKO + (turning to leave) + Yeah, that sums it up nicely. + + HOLDON + (Look at the gun) + + BASHIR + (Noticing Holdon looking at the + gun, embarrassed) + This is not as bad as it looks. . . + Major Kira saw a reference to it in a + book I was reading once. She gave it to + me as a practical joke and I just + thought I'd have a little fun with it. + + HOLDON + A joke? + + BASHIR + The first time we met I made a comment + about frontier medicine way out here in + the wild. She did not take kindly to the + accidental inference to her people. I + guess I irritate her a bit sometimes. + HOLDON + I understand. . . How would you like to + do some real frontier medicine? + + BASHIR + I've heard a bit of what you have in + mind. I'm not sure if I can do what you + ask. + (Put gun away) + + HOLDON + It shouldn't be too bad. You've been + trained on similar procedures. + + BASHIR + Yes, but you are asking me to do + something using methods that haven't + been used in years. If I had a little + time I could modify the equipment to do + it properly. + + HOLDON + Time is something we don't have a great + deal of. Once the chip's implanted it + will take a few days for it to grow its + net and give us any idea what we have. + And that's all the time we have. + + BASHIR + And what if he dies because we didn't + take the proper precautions, then what? + + HOLDON + We'll take every precaution possible in + the time we have. But I'm sure you are + aware of Dr. King's predicament. His + survival is not a major concern. + + BASHIR + Perhaps it's not for you. But it make a + big difference to me if a patient dies + while in my care. + + HOLDON + I don't foresee that as being a problem. + In fact I can reasonably assure it. + + BASHIR + How? We're going to be cutting into his + brain with slightly better than + scalpels. + + HOLDON + Actually it's much less appalling than + that. We simply have to plant it deep + (MORE) + HOLDON (Cont) + enough to allow contact with the outer + layer of the brain. The chip will do the + rest. + + BASHIR + And if something goes wrong? + + HOLDON + From the minute we start King will have + a small device around his arm. It will, + on my command, administer an overdose of + anesthesia to kill him. I'll have this + in place in case something goes wrong + that may endanger the chip. . . He'll be + dead by my hand, not yours. + + BASHIR + (Disgust) + That's a bit cold. + + HOLDON + Perhaps, but he is dead no matter what. + It's better that we get some benefit + from his death. + + BASHIR + Perhaps. . . but I'll have to talk to + Dr. King before I decide. + + HOLDON + That's fine, just decide soon. I have to + make other arrangements if you can't, or + won't do it. + + BASHIR + I'll talk to him shortly and give you my + answer right after. + + HOLDON + Thank you. . . I'm sure he'll be + cooperative with you. I'll be waiting + for your answer. + (Turn to leave) + + BASHIR + (Pause until door closes behind + Holdon, then activate + communicator) + Bashir to Dax! + + DAX + (Voice Only on communicator) + Lieutenant Dax here. + BASHIR + I need you to do me a favor if you can. + Find any records on the discovery of two + alien remains found on an asteroid on + the other side of the wormhole. + + DAX + (Voice only over communicator) + The ones that Dr. Holdon is studying? + + BASHIR + Yes please. + + DAX + (Voice only over communicator) + I'll have the files transferred to your + office. + + BASHIR + Thanks, I owe you one. Bashir out. + + CUT TO: + + +QUARK'S PLACE + +SAM will be seated at one of his tables, a stack of chips in +front of her. She's in a semblance of a Starfleet science +uniform. It will be devoid of normal markings and covered by +a light jacket. ODO will be standing behind her. On the +table will be a circle with a deck of cards scattered face +down inside it. Quark will meet Sisko. + + QUARK + (Slight anger) + I demand you do something. The constable + will not make her return what she has + stolen. + + SISKO + What's been stolen? + + ODO + From what I can tell, we simply have a + case of someone beating one of Quark's + games on a rather consistent basis. + + SISKO + (Looking at Quark) + What proof do you have that she's + cheated your game? + QUARK + Just look in front of her. To have won + that much money she must have been + cheating. + + SISKO + (Looking at her winnings) + Impressive. . . how did you manage to + win such a large sum? + + SAM + A rule of this game is that on your + exit, or last hand, you can bet all of + the money you have on the table. You bet + before you look at your cards, and the + house gives you double payoff if you + win. I decided to do that. . . and won. + + QUARK + She still must have cheated. + + SAM + Or I'm simply a better player than you. + + QUARK + That is not possible. + + SAM + Perhaps you'd like to play me yourself + then. + + QUARK + Let you play me with my own money, I + think not. + + SISKO + I don't see any indication that she + stole anything. I'm afraid unless you + can give me some proof, there's nothing + I can do. + + QUARK + I can see this is going nowhere. + + SAM + (Challenging Quark) + Come on. One draw of the cards, double + or nothing, high card takes all. You + draw first, and you win if we tie. . . + (Insinuative) + Or are you afraid someone is going to + cheat? + + ODO + Sounds fair to me. Doesn't it seem that + way to you also Commander? + SISKO + Quite. + +Quark will draw, doing it defiantly, being pressured into +it. Sam will draw, hiding hers slightly with her hand. + + QUARK + (A slight grin as he shows his card) + The holder, try to beat that. + + SAM + (Showing no expression until + finished speaking) + Have you heard the Human phrase 'An ace + is an ace, even in space.' + + QUARK + (Settling quietly into a chair, + making no move to pay her off) + I can't believe it. + + SAM + (Gathering her chips) + I think I'll be leaving now. + + SISKO + Not quite yet, I have a few questions + for you. Like who are you, and how you + come to be wearing what looks like a + Starfleet uniform? + + SAM + (Annoyed) + My name is Samantha Ryan. I used to be + in Starfleet and was an archaeologist + assigned to cataloging samples on + Brightens Planet. Things just got a bit + boring for me there, so when my term was + up, I left. + + ODO + How does someone like you manage to + afford a luxury ship like the one you + have? + + SISKO + (Inquisitive) + Luxury ship? + + ODO + A Xebec class yacht. Her ship is being + detained for safety violations because + she does not have the minimum safe + complement of crew for it. It would seem + (MORE) + ODO (Cont) + that she wants to travel through to the + other side by herself. We are also + checking her registry to see if it is + valid. + + SAM + First off, my ship is no longer a yacht. + I've stripped most of the cabins to + allow for cargo and lab space and it's + now classified and registered as an + advanced scout ship. Second, it has + special modifications that make it + perfectly safe to fly solo. + (Shoot Quark a sour look when + saying 'Ferengi') + And third, I won it fair and square from + some rich kid Ferengi who inherited a + fortune and wanted to lose it in a card + game. + (Brief pause) + He couldn't keep his eyes or his hands + off me long enough to play the game. So + you have no reason to hold my ship. + + ODO + Regardless of the configuration, you + must have at least two people on board + to legally pilot a ship of that size in + this sector. + + SISKO + Why did you strip out the cabins? And + why would you need a lab? + + SAM + When I got bored with my job I decided + to go freelance. . . I intend to go + beyond the wormhole to chart and + explore. And perhaps find my own + archaeological discoveries to work on. + + SISKO + (Insinuative) + And sell them to the highest bidder? + + SAM + I won't need to. The Federation will pay + plenty for valid data from deep + exploration excursions. They would + rather pay good money to a free-lancer + like me than tie up their own resources + this far out. That will pay well enough + for me. Anything else I find will be + turned over to the proper organizations + for study. + SISKO + If you were an archaeologist in + Starfleet, how did you learn to pilot a + starship? + + SAM + My father was a free-trader, and a bit + of a gambler. When my mother died I had + to travel with him. We flew by ourselves + for years and I had two choices, learn + the job and help, or be in the way. . . + So I learned. + + ODO + Did you learn to fly as well as you + learned to gamble? + + SAM + Better! + + SISKO + Why didn't you become an officer when + you joined Starfleet. . . Then you would + have been able to use your skills. + + SAM + (State with a bit of + resentment, bitter) + I didn't have enough education to become + an officer. They would put me through + school in the field of my choice if I + took an assignment of their choice. It + was my best offer. + + SISKO + Now what do you plan to do? + + SAM + Use the money I just won to hire some + schmuck to go along for the ride. That + way you'll have to let me go. + + ODO + That schmuck, as you put it will have to + be more than just an observer. I'll be + checking credentials to see if he. . . + or she can fill the position + requirements. + + SAM + There must be some stray crew types + around here, I'll just have to do a + little looking. + SISKO + I just hope you find someone you can + trust. + + ODO + (Glancing at Quark) + That leaves out anyone you can find in + this place. . . I believe you owe this + lady some money. + + QUARK + (begrudgingly counting out the money) + And trusting you is supposed to be any + better of a proposition? + + SISKO + I'll make you a deal. If you leave Mr. + Quark here alone and don't cause any + other trouble, I'll help you find a + suitable crew member. . . Deal? + + SAM + Fair enough. I've a few minor changes to + make on my ship and supplies to + purchase. I think I can keep busy enough + to stay out of trouble. + + SISKO + Good, that should make Mr. Quark breathe + a little easier. + + QUARK + (Grumble and walk away) + + SISKO + Constable, would you please have someone + escort Ms. Ryan to her ship. I'm sure + that her luck has not gone totally + unnoticed by the clientele. + + ODO + (Being very polite, pleased + that she took Quark) + My pleasure! Come with me, I'll escort + you personally! + + SAM + (finishing gathering the money, + slight bow) + Thank you! + +Two thugs, one HUMAN and one FERENGI watch Sam and Odo leave +and follow a little behind. It should be obvious that they +have something crooked in mind. +TRACKING SHOT - HALL AREA - SAM AND ODO + +They discuss the encounter at Quarks. + + ODO + By the way, how did you manage to beat + the odds? + + SAM + Off the record? + + ODO + (Brief pause) + Alright. + + SAM + I set him up. + + ODO + You cheated? + + SAM + No, I baited him. I know the Ferengi. . + . they can't resist an easy mark. So I + came in with a lot of money and acted + like I had no idea how to play. When + they saw that, they took out a marked + deck. . . I won't cheat an honest game, + but once the marked cards came out, + anything goes. + + ODO + He must have some new way to mark the + deck, I check them regularly and have + not found any marked cards in some time. + + SAM + Same old marks. He probably has spotters + watching to make sure they pull them off + the table when you or your men are + coming. + + ODO + Why was the deck still there when I + arrived then? + + SAM + I noticed the dealer was getting a + little nervous about something. As a + rule. . . 'when he gets nervous so + should you.' I just made a lot of noise + so people would look my way and call + security. It didn't allow him enough + time to move them. + (MORE) + SAM (Cont) + (Brief pause) + I had no idea you were the reason he was + getting nervous. You must have been + really close. + + ODO + I was just coming in when I heard you + making noise. + (Pause) + If the cards are marked, why did he draw + the holder? It's only the second highest + card. . . He could have drawn the ace. + + SAM + It would be suspicious. Besides, he + needed to see if I was on to him. + + ODO + Ferengi don't give money just to see if + they are right about something. + + SAM + No, but if I knew the cards where marked + and he drew the ace, he has to figure + I'd turn him in. . . By allowing me the + ace to win he could buy me off. And it + would let him know for sure that I was + on to him. + + ODO + (Big grin) + Well done! Now that I know what he is up + to I can go in disguised and catch him + in the act. + + SAM + If you do I'd like it if you could wait + until I've been gone for a few weeks. + That way he won't know I let on. . . But + he'll just find another way to cheat. + + ODO + True, I'll have to give it some thought. + In the mean time I'll just make a few + extra known visits to his place to keep + the marked cards off the table. + + SAM + That will irritate him a bit. The marked + cards will only be out when there's a + pigeon with a lot of money playing. + + ODO + A pigeon? + SAM + It's an old Earth slang for someone + easily deceived or cheated. + + ODO + (As they arrive at the dock) + Here you are, I hope everything checks + out on your registry. + + SAM + I'll be hearing from you soon I'm sure. + I made certain all the paperwork was in + order before I came out this way. + + ODO + (Nod then turn to leave) + +PULL BACK TO REVEAL a shadowed area behind some crates. In +the B.G. Odo will be leaving and Sam will enter her ship +(Her door closes). The two thugs that followed them out of +Quark's place will be in the shadows watching the scene. + + CUT TO: + + +HOLDON'S ROOM + +Dr. Bashir will enter Dr. Holdon's room to talk. Bashir +will, after being invited in, sit uneasily at the table. + + BASHIR + (Preparing to speak, struggling + for the words) + + HOLDON + (Cutting Bashir short) + You've made up your mind then? + + BASHIR + Yes! + (Pause) + It would seem that Dr. King is in favor + of it and has made an informed decision + about the matter, and so. . . I'll do + it. + + HOLDON + I assure you he knows perfectly well + what's at risk. And he also knows what + he will get if he doesn't do it. + + BASHIR + That sounds a lot like blackmail to me. + HOLDON + Not blackmail. I'm simply offering him a + choice. One that may benefit humanity in + the process. + + BASHIR + He believes that himself. I don't see + how he could have killed those people, + he's a decent person. + + HOLDON + I'm sure he's done a bit of soul + searching since his arrest. + + BASHIR + Perhaps. + (Pause) + In any case I'll be ready tomorrow. . . + I have things to prepare. + (Turn and leave) + + CUT TO: + + +EXT OF STATION - DR. BASHIR'S LOG ENTRY + +He will be making a somber entry into his personal log. + + BASHIR + (Voice only) + Personal log; medical officer Bashir. I + am still not sure if it is morally + correct to do this procedure. This + concern with the moral dilemma of live + testing is perhaps part of the reason I + didn't enter the research field. There + is one more dilemma here to face. . . + Before the cures for cancer, many people + where faced with the prospect of a long + and painful death. They were denied the + option of suicide because of the moral + implications. Is this any different? + Unable to come to a conclusion, I + proceed in dismay. + + CUT TO: + + +OPERATING ROOM - KING IS ON OPERATING ROOM TABLE + +Bashir and his assistant, LIEUTENANT BROOK are about to +proceed. Holdon is observing, standing ready with the device +to execute King. King will have the band on his arm. + HOLDON + It would seem that everything's ready + Doctor, I hope you're feeling up to the + task? + + BASHIR + (Looking at Holdon then making eye + contact with King) + + KING + It's all right. Think of it like leaving + an organ donor clause in a will. Only + I'll get the chance to see what benefit + will come from my donation. + + BASHIR + (Taking a deep breath) + Lieutenant. . . Administer three units + of Clortridean, then keep a steady point + five units per fifteen minute cycle. + + HOLDON + (Agitated) + That is not what you were directed to + give. It calls for. . . + + BASHIR + (Cutting off Holdon, blunt) + My concern here is for the survival of + the patient. What you directed me to + give would not block the activity in the + area to be operated on. Complications + would be likely to cause brain damage. + Now either stand there and let me + proceed as I see fit, or find someone + else to do the job. + + HOLDON + It would take too long to get someone + else sent in. You know that. + + BASHIR + Then I proceed? + + KING + (Smile at Bashir) + + HOLDON + (Sedate) + All right then, proceed. + + BASHIR + Lieutenant! + + BROOK + (Administers the drug and + King goes out.) + + BASHIR + (As he starts) + Start a timer. We can only have him + under this anesthesia for an hour. Any + longer and he may have a reaction to it. + + HOLDON + Can you finish in that time? We set + aside much more. + + BASHIR + It may or may not please you to know + that I couldn't sleep last night. So I + spent the time calibrating the equipment + to do this right. It'll let him walk out + of here instead of spending days in + recovery. + + HOLDON + (Showing obvious concern) + We'll see. + +SERIES OF SHOTS - THE OPERATION + +Show progressive strain on the participants and the clock in +progressive ticks counting down. When it nears one hour +things will start to happen. + + BASHIR + Just about finished. + + HOLDON + Good. + (Setting down his triggering device + and step up to start readings + on King with a device) + + BASHIR + You can start withdrawing the dosage now + by twenty five percent each cycle. + + BROOK + Yes Doctor. + + BASHIR + Closing, stimulating cellular growth to + the incision. + BROOK + (Brief pause, concern) + Doctor. . . I'm getting some very + unusual readings. . . neural activity in + the brain is unusually high. + + BASHIR + Let me see. . . this can't be. Neural + growth has already started. + + HOLDON + How long until the incision is closed? + + BASHIR + Just over three minutes. It will kill + him if the closing process is + interrupted by the growth. + + HOLDON + (Reaching for the triggering device) + That's enough, I can't risk the chip. + + BASHIR + (Violently ripping the arm band + off king, angry) + He will make it. . . Lieutenant, give + him one dose, fifty units of Noradine + followed immediately by five units + Calnoradine and continue it every five + minute cycle. + + HOLDON + That will destroy the growth. + + BASHIR + The fifty units would if it had time, + but the Calnoradine will control the + absorption of the toxin to just keep the + growth in check for a while. + +Brook will inject the dosage, then there will be a pause to +let it work. + + BROOK + (After the pause) + The growth has reduced to acceptable + levels. + + BASHIR + Good, we don't want to kill the growing + cells. Just keep the flow of the + antitoxin balanced to slow it until the + incision is closed. Then adjust it to + control the process. + HOLDON + How did you know Noradine would work? + + BASHIR + Dr. King and myself had a little talk + last night. Toxins and how they can be + used beneficially is his specialty. We + came up with it together. + + HOLDON + All I can say is that it better not + damage the chip in any way. + + BASHIR + (Anger) + All I know is that you seem a little + quick to not see him make it. I had + better not find any improprieties in + these proceedings. . . Lieutenant, see + to it that what I prescribed is followed + to the letter. No exceptions. + (Storming out of the room) + Call me as soon as there is any change. + I have to speak with someone. + + BROOK + Yes Doctor. + + CUT TO : + + +LIEUTENANT DAX'S OFFICE + +LIEUTENANT DAX will be at her desk. A signal from the door. + + DAX + Come in. + + BASHIR + (Walking in, puzzled) + I've read the files that you sent, + thanks. . . Something doesn't ring true + about all this though. + + DAX + What seems to be the puzzle? + + BASHIR + It's Holdon. He's not acting with good + ethical judgement. For a scientist, he + seems to be awfully willing to kill Dr. + King without giving a chance to let the + test run its course. + DAX + I don't know much about the two. Perhaps + he has something to settle with King. + + BASHIR + According to King they've never met + before. + + DAX + You don't necessarily have to meet + someone to want him dead. + + BASHIR + What possible reason could there be? + + DAX + I could bring up both of their files and + have the computer compare them. See if + it can find some connection between + them. + + BASHIR + (Backing through the door) + Thanks Dax, I owe you another one. + + DAX + (As Bashir exits) + And when do I collect? + + BASHIR + (Just smile in reply as the door closes) + + DAX + (Shake her head and smile, a + little annoyed at the response) + + CUT TO: + + +KING'S HOLDING CELL - SISKO ARRIVING + +King will be sitting on his bunk. + + SISKO + How are you feeling? + + KING + (Surprised) + I thought I was not to be spoken to? + + SISKO + (Pause) + I don't like the idea of what's + happening. . . I really don't care to + see + (MORE) + SISKO (Cont) + anyone die, for any reason. Besides, Dr. + Bashir's been telling me that he thinks + you're innocent of the charges + + KING + I earned this death. I did kill those + people. + (Stand to pace) + It's funny. . . The fine line between + being a hero and being a criminal is so + slight. + + SISKO + Explain. + + KING + Those people I killed where terminally + ill. I was looking for a cure for a + disease that was killing them. + + SISKO + Why did you kill them? + + KING + The Pal are a reclusive people. They + will not use anything that isn't from + their world. Federation technology would + have easily eradicated the disease, but + the cure must come from their planet, + with their technology. So I set out to + do just that. . . and it worked. I cured + twenty-five of the thirty five + volunteers. The problem is that ten of + them had an allergic reaction that was + fatal. . . The disease made them so weak + they couldn't take the reaction. I + solved the problem with the medication + before they arrested me. + + SISKO + Did you explain that at your trial? + + KING + Yes, but their law doesn't allow for + this kind of testing. . .Those people + who volunteered were near death. They + where so desperate that they were + willing to risk everything. + + SISKO + Why did you take this kind of risk? You + must have known in advance that you were + breaking the law. + KING + In the culture of the Pal you are judged + not just by your own actions, but the + actions of your family and friends. Each + member is responsible for the actions of + everyone within their circle. To be + invited into a circle is the greatest + honor a person can be given. . . I was + invited into one two years ago. . . The + person who invited me was dying from the + disease. . . I had to do something. + (Pause, Sit on bunk, somber) + She was one of the ten who died. + (Pause) + A very close friend. + (Pause) + Anyway. . . That's why I'm ready to die. + The circle is now blemished and I must + be punished to allow it to be cleared. + + SISKO + I'm sorry. . . I wish there was + something I could do. + + KING + You spared me from that method + execution. + (Pause, pondering) + There is something you could do though. + Give me something to record my formula + on. If you could take it to her family + so they can use it on her son. She + adopted him after his mother died from + the same disease. . . I love him like my + own. + + SISKO + I can do that. . . but why don't they + have it? + + KING + I was doing something illegal and had to + hide my records. They'll find them + sooner or later, but he may die by then. + + SISKO + I'll have what you need sent here. . . + Have you told Dr. Bashir about this? + + KING + No, he has enough to deal with already. + . . It's funny. . . I had this formula + almost a year ago, but I couldn't get + permission from their government to test + it on chronically ill patients. They + wanted to volunteer, and knew the risk. + (MORE) + KING (Cont) + More than a hundred of them have died + since then. They would be alive if they + had let me test it. . . but they + wouldn't give them the choice. + + CUT TO: + + +LIEUTENANT DAX'S OFFICE + +Lieutenant Dax will be working at a station running through +files. Dr. Holdon's picture should flash past to show it's +his files she is looking at. + + BASHIR + (Walking in) + How is it going, have you found anything + yet? + + DAX + I'm working on it. How is your patient? + + BASHIR + He is alive, no thanks to Holdon. He's + been back in his cell for a few hours + now and is doing well, considering. I + still can't believe how quick Holdon was + to write off Dr. King. + + DAX + It seems that Dr. Holdon is under + investigation for ethics violations. The + files are still closed because it's an + active investigation, but Odo's working + on that. He sent a special request to + have the files opened, and we should be + hearing back soon. + + BASHIR + I'm surprised it's not a criminal + investigation with as little regard as + he has for life. + + DAX + There's more. I have no idea where he + intended to take Dr. King for study, but + it was not the Earth Research Complex. + It would seem that he's lost his + permission to work there until the + investigation is complete. He must have + been planning to re-route him in flight + somewhere. + + BASHIR + He was going to kidnap him! + DAX + Odo plans to question his aides and see + if they had any knowledge of the + situation. With the possibility of a + conspiracy to kidnap charge hanging over + them, one may talk. + + BASHIR + I'm willing to bet that he had a few + unsavory plans for how to use Dr. King + once he got him out of sight. I had + better warn Dr. King and get some + protection for him. + + DAX + Odo has already posted a permanent guard + on King. He also has someone watching + Holdon, just in case. + + BASHIR + (Stepping to the door) + Great. I think I'll go see how King's + doing then. Let me know if you hear back + on the investigation. I want to know why + it's happening. + + DAX + I'll call you as soon as it comes in. + + BASHIR + Looks like I'll owe. . . + + DAX + (Cutting him short) + I know, 'Another one.'. . . You're + setting a dangerous precedent here. Soon + you're going to owe me your soul. + + BASHIR + (Grinning, suggestive tone, step + back through the door) + When you collect, be gentle, will ya! + (Door closes) + + CUT TO: + + +DR. KINGS CELL + +Bashir will be entering the area where King is being held. +Dr. Holdon will be in the cell with King (King will be +wearing a brown jump suit) taking readings of the progress. +A security person will be just outside of the room watching +Holdon. + HOLDON + It's remarkable, I can't believe the + amount of growth present. You have had + no side effects of any kind? + + KING + None. + + BASHIR + According to you, he shouldn't have any. + So I don't see why you are surprised at + the results. + + HOLDON + I don't expect any. I just hope that + none occur. + + BASHIR + On the way here I ran into one of your + cohorts. It seems that you're planning + to do an exploratory surgery to see the + progress first hand and he wanted some + advice. + + HOLDON + Does that surprise you? + + BASHIR + It would seem that you and your + assistant were going to perform it + yourself. Considering that neither one + of you is capable of performing this + type of surgery properly, I was + wondering how you expected Dr. King to + survive it. + + HOLDON + I don't. You must keep in mind the facts + involved here. Your friend Dr. King is + scheduled for execution tomorrow. Do you + think I'm going to allow it without + getting as much knowledge as possible + first? + + BASHIR + I was under the impression that if this + went well you were going to try to + negotiate something to allow for the + time to study it. + + KING + (Getting a little agitated) + That's what I understood also. + + HOLDON + That was an assumption on your part. + BASHIR + I think it was an assumption based on + what you told us. It just seems like you + are very willing to get this execution + under way. + + KING + (Now quite upset) + Why is tha. . . + (Cut short, begin shaking + uncontrollably) + + HOLDON + No! This isn't supposed to happen yet! + + BASHIR + What do you mean 'yet'? + + HOLDON + It took weeks last. . . Quick, sedate + him before the spasms get worse! + + BASHIR + Open the lock. + + GUARD + (Working the controls to open the door) + + BASHIR + (Getting out his equipment while + entering, rush in and push Holdon away + to work on King) + + HOLDON + (As Bashir is doing a scan of King) + Give him 30 units of Bialimine. . . now! + + BASHIR + That would kill him. + + HOLDON + The spasms will kill him, and damage the + chip. It must be saved. + + BASHIR + (Completing the scan and + preparing a shot) + What are you trying to hide by killing + him? We simply have another accelerated + neurological growth. Probably stimulated + by his agitated state. . . Both of you + hold him down while I give him + something. +Both Holdon and the guard will try to restrain King as +Bashir administers the shot. King will make a broad swing +that the guard will duck but catch Holdon full force, +knocking him into the wall. He will then make another swing +at the guard that he doesn't duck. He will be knocked into a +shelf or bunk and rendered unconscious. Bashir will make an +effort to administer the shot but be knocked back also. King +will stand. Getting a puzzled look on his face as he +examines his body, then looks at Bashir. King must look +bewildered, especially when he looks at Bashir. They will +make eye contact for a moment. Then King will run out the +door. + + BASHIR + (Activating his communicator) + Bashir to security, Dr. King has + escaped. He seems to be suffering some + kind of emotional breakdown and may be + unaware of his actions. + + HOLDON + (Getting up) + We have to stop him. + + BASHIR + (Attending to the guard) + There's a lot you are not telling us. + What is it? + + HOLDON + Nothing that concerns you. + + BASHIR + Perhaps not me, but it does concern Dr. + King. He seemed bewildered, almost like + someone else was there. Can you give me + any reason why he would act like that? + + HOLDON + (Ignore him and leave) + + CUT TO: + + +CORRIDOR NEAR LIFT - POV KING, RUNNING + +King will be running down a corridor. He will be running +past a lift as he sees security in front of him. + + KING + (Turns around and sees other + guards following) + + SECURITY #1 + Security, this is team two. We have him + in sight in area seven deck twelve. + KING + (Backs up to lift door and it opens + with someone inside. Enter the lift) + +When King enters the lift it automatically closes and +proceeds on its way. + + SECURITY #1 + (Arriving at lift door) + Security, he is on lift number 3 and + there is a bystander in it with him. + + ODO + (Over communicator) + If we stop the lift he may turn on him. + Just follow it, we'll have to work from + where he get's off. + +INT - ELEVATOR - SAME TIME + +King and TECHNICIAN HALL will be alone in the elevator. King +in front. + + HALL + I'm going all the way to the docks. . . + Unless you want to go there with me, + you'd better tell this thing where to + stop. + + KING + (When Hall speaks, glare at him) + + HALL + I guess you want the docks. + + KING + (Silently turns and faces the door) + + CUT TO: + + +CARGO ROOM - SAM'S SHIP - SAM WORKING + +Sam will get a call from Odo. + + ODO + (Voice only on communicator) + Odo to Ms. Ryan, I need to speak to you + right away. It's about your registry + documents. Bring them to my office at + once. + + SAM + Have things come through yet? + ODO + Please. I can't explain right now. Just + bring the documentation to my office + immediately. + + SAM + You already have it, do you need me + also? + + ODO + Yes, right away. + + SAM + I'm on my way, Sam out. + (Pause for link to break) + Now what? + (Turn to walk out.) + +TRACKING SHOT - POV SAM - EXITING TO DOCKING AREA + +As she walks out to the docks, she will be met by the two +thugs that have been watching her. + + HUMAN + We'd like to speak with you. + + SAM + I'm in just a bit of a hurry. Can this + wait? + + HUMAN + (Drawing a weapon) + This won't take long, I'm sure you will + be very. . . + +A brief struggle will ensue where Sam will manage to disarm +the human, but will inevitably be knocked out. Even though +Sam loses the fight, she should make a good show. She should +appear to be a capable combatant, not a pushover. + + FERENGI + Your trick with the communicators worked + well. + + HUMAN + Let's get her inside, quick. + +TRACKING SHOT as they drag her into the ships lock. + + FERENGI + I hope we didn't kill her. She's strong, + and could fetch a good price on the + market. + HUMAN + We're not here for her, we're here for + her money. Look around, it has to be + here somewhere. + + FERENGI + (Looking at the ship) + Do realize what kind of ship this is? + This is the fastest civilian ship on the + market. Some say it is perhaps as fast + as the Galixy-class starship, and able + to maintain top speed for longer. It is + worth a fortune. + + HUMAN + (Irritated) + We are looking for the money. + + FERENGI + If we take the ship, we can find the + money, sell her and the ship. I + guarantee nothing could catch us. We + will be far from here before they can + even send out a ship to look for us. + + HUMAN + The ship will be to easy to trace, no + one will buy it. + + FERENGI + (Moving to the console) + Perhaps they will not buy the ship, but + they will buy its parts. + + HUMAN + (Pondering) + Can you fly it? + + FERENGI + Let me look. + (Activates the control panel + and examines it) + Yes, she has done most of the work for + us. She has already preset an emergency + escape flight plan, right through the + wormhole. + + HUMAN + (Annoyed) + We don't want to go there. + + FERENGI + No, but all I have to do is defeat her + password for launch. Once we are in + (MORE) + FERENGI (Cont) + flight we can re-route the ship easily. + She even has it programmed to override + the space station's security + authorization systems. I just need a few + minutes to defeat her password. + + HUMAN + That's all we have, so hurry. + +DOCKING AREA OUTSIDE SAM'S SHIP - SAME TIME + +POV from her ship looking towards the lift. King will get +out, then Technician Hall. Hall will move out of sight away +from the lift. King will move towards Sam's ship. + +SAM'S SHIP - CABIN - FERENGI AT CONSOLE - SAME TIME + +The Ferengi will be working on the console, the Human will +have just finished tying up Sam. + + + FERENGI + That's it, I've done it. All we have to + do is press this. . . + (Interrupted by alarm from outside + in docking area) + + KING + (At the same moment stumbles in, + not noticing the thieves in the room + and leans against the wall, in pain) + + HUMAN + That's a security alert, we've been + discovered. RUN! + + FERENGI + What do we do with her? + + HUMAN + Leave her! Let's get out! + +Both run towards King who had not noticed them at first and +is startled. They then run past him and out the door. + +DOCKING AREA - POV FROM LIFT AREA - SAME TIME + +(Timing and positioning are critical here) Hall will be +working on a panel in an alcove across from the lift and be +on one side of the frame. He will not be able to see Sam's +ship. There will be a stack of crates next to the lift that +screen that area from seeing Sam's ship and will be on the +other side of the frame. Sam's ship door will be visible in +B.G. through the center of the frame. Lift door opens. + SECURITY #2 + (Stepping just out of the lift + and questioning Hall) + Have you seen anyone get off the lift + wearing a brown jump suit? + +As Hall answers, the two thugs will run unseen across the +open area in the B.G. from Sam's ship to a hidden area +across from the ship. Three more security people come out of +the lift. + + TECHNICIAN + (Gesturing towards Sam's ship) + Yeah! Rather creepy type, he went over + there somewhere. + + SECURITY #2 + (Going in the direction of the ship) + Thanks! + (Activating his communicator) + Security this is team two, he was seen + on this level and should still be here. + Request accesses to this level be sealed + off. + + ODO + Confirmed, locking all access portals. + +TRACKING SHOT as the four security people fan out to sweep +the area towards Sam's ship. Security #1 is about to enter +Sam's ship when he hears a noise behind some crates. He +moves to look around them. + + SECURITY #1 + Over here, someone is in the air duct. + +PAN to show duct and a shadowed figure slipping out of sight +inside. All the security people will run up to the grating +and try to open it, but it will not give. + + SECURITY #2 + Security, this is team two, we've lost + him. He somehow got into the air duct + system and we can't follow. + + ODO + Leave one there to guard that portal. + The rest of you get to the next level + down and try to secure them before he + escapes. + + SECURITY #2 + (Telling Security #1 to + stay, then leaving) + You stay here, you two come with me. +Rest of team runs towards the lift. + +FLIGHT STATION - SAM'S SHIP + +The flight station will be active, left that way by the two +would-be thieves. There will be a red flashing button on the +console. King will look the thing over and press a few +buttons with no luck and then see that one. He will then +cautiously press it. + + COMPUTER + Preset flight plan initiated, emergency + undocking in ten seconds. + + KING + (ducking, startled by the voice, + then presses it again) + + COMPUTER + Emergency flight plan already activated. + Do you wish to cancel. + + KING + (Looks about confused then stands and + walks towards the door) + + COMPUTER + Securing all hatches for launch. Launch + in three seconds. + +Door starts to close. + + KING + (Seeing the door closing, dives, + trying to stop it, but is too + late. Tries to open the door + with the panel) + + COMPUTER + Hatch secured for launch. To open, the + sequence must be canceled. Do you wish + to cancel launch sequence? + + KING + (Looking over to the control panel and + start towards it) + + COMPUTER + (After no response) + Security overrides activated, moorings + released, ship is under way. We will + enter the wormhole in thirty-three + seconds. Final destination has not been + filed once we are through the wormhole. + (MORE) + COMPUTER (Cont) + Flight plan calls for random choice of + course at maximum speed and acceleration + with full evasive options active until + further orders given. Do you wish to + give a destination at this time? + + KING + (King will simply look confused and + slump down to the floor) + + CUT TO: + + +EXT OF STATION - COMMANDER SISKO'S LOG ENTRY + + SISKO + (Voice only) + Station log, Commander Sisko reporting. + It's been four days now since Ms. Ryan's + ship crossed into the wormhole. By the + time we could get a chase ship through + to follow, her ship was well out of + sensor range. With the execution of Dr. + King not completed, the Pal are very + distressed, and there is nothing I can + do. I received an anonymous message that + Dr. Holdon is about to leave on a + freighter. My guess is that Quark was + the one who sent it. I've asked Dr + Holdon to come to my office before his + departure. + +SISKO'S OFFICE - POV SISKO + +There will be two security men on each side of the door. +Also present will be Odo, Sisko, and Bashir. + + HOLDON + (Enters) + You called for me? + + SISKO + Have a seat. + + HOLDON + (Noticing the guards) + I feel as though I should stand, thank + you. + + SISKO + My people have brought some interesting + facts to my attention. And these facts + bring me to some even more interesting + questions and conclusions that I need to + discuss with you. + HOLDON + Such as? + + SISKO + Such as, why you are under investigation + by the Federation for ethics violations? + And since you have been banned from + using the labs at Earth Research + Complex, where were you planning to take + Dr. King when you left? + + HOLDON + I don't need to answer any of your + questions. + + BASHIR + What are they investigating you for? + + HOLDON + (Arrogant tone) + Ethics investigation, not criminal. That + does not give you the authority to hold + me. Now if you will let me catch my + ship. . . though I do hate these space- + available flights on freighters. + Quarters are poor, and no services of + any kind. + + BASHIR + Willing to take what you can for a quick + getaway? + + SISKO + Our inquiries to the Federation sparked + some interest. They were not aware that + one of the chips still existed. They + were under the impression that the one + was destroyed while you where attempting + to open it. And the other was destroyed + in a freak accident that they still + can't explain. + + ODO + An accident that killed one of your + assistants. Tragic loss. . . so tragic + that you didn't even stay around for the + funeral. + + HOLDON + You still have nothing to hold me for. + + SISKO + I'm afraid that is where you're wrong. + When they got wind of what you where + doing out here, they decided that they + (MORE) + SISKO (Cont) + could take some action. It may not be + much, yet, but they've authorized us to + hold you for the theft of the chip until + they can finish reviewing the records of + your research. + + HOLDON + They don't have any records. They were + wiped clean by the assistant who died in + the accident. He was stealing a chip he + had in his possession. + + ODO + It would seem that he copied all of the + files to a separate database. The only + reason it's taking this long is that he + encrypted them and took other measures + to keep you from finding and deleting + the files. They have assured me that + they've broken the guards, and will be + pressing other charges soon. + + HOLDON + You're bluffing, there was no way I + missed any files. + + SISKO + One of your assistants here told us + where to find them and is willing to + tell us more as soon as all the files + have been recovered. . . I would offer + you a deal if you talked and saved the + investigators some time. Perhaps they + would have gone easy on you, but I don't + think that's an option anymore. + + BASHIR + Seems like you don't get the quick, + painless way out like you offered King. + Or are you getting just what you offered + him? To suffer to the bitter end. + + HOLDON + (Sit, somber) + He's not suffering. + + BASHIR + I suppose he is dead by now. + + HOLDON + No. . . well. . . in a matter of + speaking yes. By now he will be gone, + his consciousness replaced by another. + SISKO + What do you mean? + + HOLDON + That chip is a lot more than it seems. + It's not just the alien's data storage + device, it contains his conscious soul. + Once it's implanted it grows pathways to + connect to the brain's higher functions. + It actually takes control of the brain. + + BASHIR + You killed your assistant to keep him + from stealing one, just so you could + steal one yourself? + + HOLDON + I didn't kill him, not intentionally + anyway. Besides. . . he was dead + already. He was not stealing the chip. . + . he was the chip. + + SISKO + Now I am lost. + + BASHIR + He planted one of the chips in him + against his will! + + HOLDON + Not against his will, he was as + fascinated with it as I was. He wanted + to have it done. At the time we still + thought it was just a storage device. + + BASHIR + Why the spasms? + + HOLDON + The subject has spasms when the chip + makes its final connection to the higher + functions and takes total control of the + brain. It takes it a few hours for it to + get orientated after that. Once the + other one did, it gained access to the + learning programs in my computers and + mastered communication skills in just a + few days. It was remarkable. . . + Consciousness at the speed of a + computer. Total recall of anything it + read, heard, or saw, yet with all of the + functions and emotions of the brain. + + ODO + Why did you kill him? + HOLDON + It was an accident, he was escaping + through the transporter. I just tried to + divert him to a holding cell, but I + failed to maintain control and lost him. + + SISKO + Why did he need to escape? He should + have been turned over to the Federation. + They could have helped him adjust to his + surroundings and allowed him his + freedom. + + HOLDON + I was going to remove the chip and he + refused to accept it. I didn't realize + how much he had learned in that short + time. He learned to bypass the security + systems, and while I was preparing the + surgery he escaped. He had already + reached the transporters when I found + him. + + ODO + What where you going to do with it + anyway? + + HOLDON + I had planned to learn how to reproduce + it. Use it to enhance our brain's + capacity. + + BASHIR + When your assistant came and asked my + advice about the removal and biopsy he + made a remark that he wouldn't explain. + Now I get what he meant. . . He said 'He + didn't want to help in your quest for + immortality.' You intended to try and + erase the chip so you could implant + yourself in it. You had to kill King + before the chip took hold to keep us + from knowing the truth. You needed to + learn more before you tried it on + yourself. + + HOLDON + It is a moot point now, both chips are + gone. + + KIRA + (Voice only over intercom) + Commander, a Xebec class ship has just + emerged from the wormhole. It would seem + that Ms. Ryan is well and at the + controls. . . She and Dr. King have + asked to speak with you as soon as she + docks. + SISKO + Ask her if it is actually Dr. King. I + think she'll catch the reference. + + KIRA + (After a pause) + She says it is the actual Dr. King. + She's asking that you meet her ship and + she'll explain everything then. + + SISKO + Shall we go everyone? + (Standing, then pause) + Oh yes, why don't we put Dr. Holdon here + in restraints so he doesn't get any + ideas about escaping. + + CUT TO: + + +DOCKING BAY - SHIP DOORS OPENING + +Everyone from the meeting will be there to meet the ship. +Holdon will be in restraints. + + KING + (Stepping out of the ship) + Ah, Dr. Holdon, how nice of you to come + and see me. Come in everyone, we have + something you'll want to see. + (Turn and precede them in) + +SHIP INT + +Sam will be sitting in front of the ships main view +screen.They will all come in and gather around her and King. + + SISKO + It's good to see you're both safe. We + were starting to get a bit worried. + + SAM + We're fine, a lot has happened in the + last few days. I know there's a lot to + explain, but before anyone asks any + questions, you should see this first. + +Sam will turn to face the view screen and activate it. The +image of Dr. King sitting in the same chair that Sam is in +now will appear on the screen. + KING (Aaros) + My name is Aaros. For some reason my + central processor has been removed from + my body and placed in this alien one. I + am not certain why this has happened, + but I can not consciously take the life + that should inhabit it. So I am closing + all of my operational functions before + the transformation becomes irreversible. + I have left instructions in this file to + allow your medical staff to reverse the + process. I have also left instructions + on how I would wish my funeral + arrangements as you term them. Ms. Ryan + has assured me that they will be carried + out. I have no wish to die, but have a + moral obligation to return this body. + (Pause) + There was a great deal of damage to my + memory banks because of the extended + time that my systems were inactive. The + damage is mostly in my technical banks. + This data area is nearly completely + erased. Other areas have partial loss. . + . I have searched the available + Federation files for references to my + race but have found none, so I believe + you have a great deal of questions to + ask about us. Ms. Ryan has explained to + me that your Federation is a peaceful + organization and has convinced me to + give what information I can regarding + myself and my race. I have only one + request in exchange. . . Please bring + the names of our dead back to be + remembered at our home. . . if it is + found. This remembrance is the final + step in our funeral rites. I have listed + the names of all on board my ship for + this purpose. Finally I must apologize + for the trouble I have caused in my + escape. I was confused and did not know + what to do. I hope I did not hurt + anyone. + + Aaros, Commander of the ship Trazol. . . + Good bye. + +As the view screen clicks off Sam will turn to the rest and +speak. + + SAM + Two thieves attacked me, apparently + planning to steal my ship and he + interrupted them. He nursed me back to + health while we were in flight. + BASHIR + He learned the language very quickly. + + SAM + When I woke up he was pouring over the + computer stations. His language wasn't + the best then, but he was learning. In + the next few days, with a little help, + he perfected it. + + HOLDON + I don't understand why he gave up King's + body. That seems to be why the chip was + made. + + KING + Their race doesn't use the chip to gain + immortality. When the body of a person + is dying the chip is removed and passed + on to their child. They then surrender + the pathways of the device to their + offspring after helping them to learn + how to use the chip. The data is + maintained for the use of the child, + only the former consciousness fades + along with any strictly personal + memories. This basically eliminates the + need for a great deal of schooling, and + gives the child the accumulated + knowledge of his ancestors to draw from. + It makes for very close ties between + parents and children. + + SAM + He's a very good person and deserves + better than what he is getting. + + SISKO + So it would seem, but I wonder. If the + chip survived this long with his mind + intact, why won't it survive until some + other option could be found. + + SAM + The chip has a small power cell inside + that maintains the memory circuits and + powers the growth. It's been drained to + the point that he couldn't survive the + transfer. The only way for the cell to + recharge is for him to finish linking + with King. But that would wipe out + King's consciousness forever. + KING + If the chip had been planted correctly + we would have been able to co-exist + until it re-charged. Dr. Holdon + apparently needed me to figure out how + it was supposed to be placed. + +A somber bit of silence among them. + + KING + Do you remember the discussion we had + Commander? + + SISKO + About your circle of friends? + + KING + Traditions call for me to surrender + myself and receive the punishment + ordered, even if the time has passed. + It's a matter of not dishonoring the + circle, and accepting the punishment. + + SISKO + Do you want to return to the planet? + + KING + Not exactly. I was offered an alternate + death sentence, that being to take part + in this experiment. I chose to have it + continue. I chose to die by surrendering + my body to Aaros. If I'm to die, why not + let him live. + + BASHIR + You heard him, he can't take your body. + + KING + He chose not to take my body. He didn't + know I would give it. + + SAM + How can we re-activate it? You saw the + tape. He shut down the chip. + + KING + I seem to remember Dr. Bashir saying + that the growth was stimulated by my + emotional agitation, or as it were, the + accelerated chemical and electrical + activity it caused in my brain. That was + the last thing I heard before he took + over my mind. . . If that condition + could be stimulated in me again then + perhaps it would reactivate. + CUT TO: + + +EXT STATION + +Bashir will be making a log entry. + + BASHIR + (Voice only) + Base medical log, Dr. Bashir reporting. + We are about to stimulate Dr. King's + brain and its chemical activity in hopes + that it will activate the chip implant. + Dr. King has left a message to the Pal + people of his decision. Commander Sisko + and Major Kira are here to act as + witnesses. . . This is another one for + the moral dilemma category. . . Am I + killing Dr. King, or saving Aaros? And + is Aaros alive. . . Dr. King has been + convincing me that this is what he + wants. If I don't do this he insists he + must go back to the planet and be + executed by their methods. . . I don't + cherish the thought of that on my + conscience. . . I have set control drugs + to allow for the transition to be + painless for Dr. King. . . Dr. Holdon is + here at the request of Dr. King. King + says as a witness, but I don't think + that's the reason why. + +MEDICAL STATION + +The procedure is about to start. Dr. King is on the table. +Sam, Sisko, Kira, Dax, and Bashir are all present. + + BASHIR + Keep your fingers crossed. + +Bashir will inject King with the drugs and wait. King will +go through a brief time of mild spasms and then stop. + + BASHIR + (Running a monitoring device over King) + King's brain wave patterns are gone. He + is legally dead. + + KING (Aaros) + (Slowly wake, looking around confused) + Why am I still in this body? + + SISKO + It would seem that Dr. King no longer + has a use for it, and wants you to have + it. + KING (Aaros) + (Pauses for a moment and then smiles.) + Dr. King learned how to access my memory + circuits and left a message for me + explaining the situation. + (Brief Pause) + And he left a message for Dr. Holdon. . + . He apparently wanted Dr. Holdon to + know that he could have achieved what Dr + Holdon wanted, but turned it down. + + CUT TO: + + +EXT - ASTEROID - SAM'S SHIP PARKED NEAR IT - NEXT DAY + +Sisko will be making a log entry. + + SISKO + (Voice only) + Station log, Commander Sisko reporting. + We've sent Dr. Holdon back to earth to + face whatever charges they finally + settle on. Ms. Ryan has taken Aaros to + the site of his crash to remember the + dead and honor their lives. + +INT SAM'S SHIP - SAM AND AAROS - VIEW PORTAL IN B.G. + +The asteroid will be visible in the view portal. It should +be made apparent that they have been here a while, as Aaros +honors his friends. He will apparently come out of a silent +prayer-like posture and then Sam speaks. + + SAM + The Federation stopped it and parked it + here. They put a beacon on it to allow + ships to get their navigation aligned + instantly upon their arrival through. + They also made it a shrine. Both to + remember your people, and to remind + anyone who passes through that we do not + know what to expect out here. + + KING (Aaros) + I'm glad for the chance to say goodbye + to them, but I have no idea what I'll do + now. I have no home, no family. + SAM + I've discussed that with Commander Sisko + and he agrees. You could join me as part + of my crew. . . You want to find your + people again somewhere out there. . . I + have a ship in need of a crew member + that can go looking for your home. + + KING (Aaros) + Why would you do that? + + SAM + I'm interested in charting and + exploring. Why not do it while looking + for your world? + + KING (Aaros) + (Ponder before answering) + That may give me the chance to remember + them properly. . . I would be honored if + you would accept me to your crew. + +ZOOM through the view portal and beyond the asteroid to the +starlit space. + +FADE OUT + + + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9_paro b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9_paro new file mode 100644 index 00000000..0195d1a5 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9_paro differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9thefi b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9thefi new file mode 100644 index 00000000..2bb2cc62 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9thefi differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9xmas b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9xmas new file mode 100644 index 00000000..ef41c8fc --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ds9xmas @@ -0,0 +1,1145 @@ +This was originally entitled, "Julian's Christmas Present", but +I decided to change it to "A DS9 Christmas". This was my first +story attempt, so I hope you enjoy it. + +This story is copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp. All rights reserved. +All characters copyrighted by Paramount. This story is a work of +fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products +of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance +to actual events or persons, living or dead, is desperately hoped for. +Feel free to pass it along. + +"A DS9 Christmas" by Jennifer Shipp +PART 1 +------------------------------------------------ +"Come here you." + +Miles O'Brien growled at his daughter, Molly. She screamed in +laughter as she hid behind a chair. + +"Will you two stop running around?" Keiko called in from the other room. +"You're going to knock the tree down." + +Miles snuck around the other side of the room to the chair Molly was +behind. "I caught you now!" he said as he grabbed a giggling mass of +Molly. "Aww, we're just having a little fun, aren't we sweetheart?," +he asked as he tickled Molly. + +"Daddy, when will Santa Claus get here?," Molly asked between giggles. +"You still have one more day, Molly" Miles patiently told her. + +"I want Santa NOW!" She started kicking while still in Miles' arms. +"You heard your father, Molly," Keiko interjected as she came into the +room with a tray with hot chocolate and egg nog. "Come here and drink +your hot chocolate. It's almost your bedtime." + +Molly stopped kicking at the mention of hot chocolate. Miles set her +down and gave her a pat as she ran over to get her mug. + +"Miles, I got you some egg nog. I used my mother's recipe. What are +you doing?," she turned with his glass just in time to see Miles reach +for the top of the tree. + +"I'm trying...," he struggled to pull the tree toward himself, "to +put the star on top...," pine needles were falling all around +"...of the tree." He let the top with the star securely on +snap back into place. + +"How do you like it?" He stood with his hands on his hips, admiring +his work. + +"Oh, Miles, it's beautiful." She gazed the full length of the six +foot pine, decorated with animated figurines and twinkling lights +that looked like colored stars. She inhaled the faint scent of pine. + +"It's just like the one I had as a child," Miles reminisced. "I +thought Molly would enjoy having a tree this year." + +"I like it too." Molly's voice piped in from the other room, her face +covered with chocolate foam. + +Keiko turned and laughed at the sight Molly made. "I'm glad you +approve, but I think it's your bedtime now. Let's get you cleaned +up and into bed." + +_________ +Meanwhile, Benjamin and Jake Sisko were engrossed in a game of chess +in their quarters. Benjamin was concentrating, since his son had +won the last two games and had successfully blocked him at every +level. + +"Dad, your move," Jake prompted his father. +"I know. It seems I taught you better than I thought." Benjamin sat +back in his chair and massaged the back of his neck. He checked his +options and moved his rook. + +"Bad move, Dad," Jake shook his head with a smile and took his +father's king. "Checkmate. Will you give up now?," Jake +crossed his arms on the table, a self-satisfied smile on his face. + +Benjamin let out a chuckle. "I guess I know when I've been beat." +He reached across the table and rubbed the top of his son's head. +"And, I believe it's time for bed." + +"Dad..." Jake began hesitantly. +"Yes?" Benjamin prompted. +"Dad, can we get a tree? For Christmas? Nog's never seen a Christmas +tree before, and I kinda promised him we would get one so he could see +it. Can we?" Jake spoke all in a rush, as if he had been holding it +in for a while. + +Benjamin put on a grave face, as if the request was way out of line. +Then it softened into a smile. "I think I can ask Chief +O'Brien to replicate us one tomorrow." + +Jake let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks Dad. G'night." +" 'Night, Jake." + +________ + +Quark's was almost empty, except for a few patrons. One in particular +was Dr. Julian Bashir. He was sitting by himself, staring at his +glass. Quark was trying to wake up Morn when he noticed the Doctor +was still there. He shook his head and walked over to his table. + +"No luck?" +Julian sat up in surprise. "I beg your pardon?," he asked, confused. + +Quark slid into the chair opposite from Julian. "I saw you with +Lieutenant Dax earlier. Is she the reason for the long face?" + +Julian let out a sigh. "How did you guess?" +"Because I haven't had any luck with her, either." + +Julian looked frustrated. "I just don't know what to do. I've tried +everything I can think of to get her to go out with me, but still no +luck." + +"She won't go out with me either, but you don't see me giving up, do +you?" + +Julian shook his head. "I'm about ready to. She still thinks of me +as 'too young' for her. It's hopeless." He slumped down in his +chair. + +"You need to get your mind off Lieutenant Dax." Quark leaned in closer. +"What you need is a little distraction." + +"What *kind* of distraction?," Julian asked suspiciously. + +Quark managed to put on a hurt look. "Why, a party, what else? More +particularly, *my* party. Surely you've heard of my Annual Bash? +It's tomorrow night." + +Julian perked up. "A party?" His gaze turned to one of remembrance. +"I remember parties at the Medical Academy. The biggest were held +in the exhibition hall. Oh, the decorations weren't that great, and +the food was terrible, but the company was extraordinary. There was +this one woman, what was her name...?" he looked up and his voice +faded. A dabo girl clearing tables was watching him. She caught his +eye and winked. She waved her fingers at him and continued clearing +tables. His young woman forgotten, one side of his mouth curved up +in a smile. + +Quark turned to see what had caught his attention, and turned back +just in time to see the smile appear. + +"Well, Doctor. How about it? I promise the food will be the best, +and _so will the company_" he emphasized. + +Julian focused back on Quark. "I believe I can spare a few hours," +still with a goofy grin on his face. + +"Great! See you tomorrow night." Quark clapped him on the back as +he left his table and went went to poke Morn until he woke up. + +Julian headed for his quarters. Lost in his thoughts, he walked +down the almost deserted corridors to his door. He sighed as he +entered his dark room and got ready for bed. His thoughts returned +to the Academy parties, and just before he fell asleep, he murmured, +"Ishara" and snuggled to sleep. +________ + +Next day: Christmas Eve day + +Julian just stepped out of his quarters when he felt a _bump_ against +his leg. He looked down to find Molly O'Brien shyly looking up at +him. He squatted down to her level and smiled at her. "Whoa there, +Molly. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" + +An out of breath Miles O'Brien slowed down from his jog to find Dr. +Bashir joking around with Molly. "Sorry sir, I couldn't keep up with +her. She has enough energy to power a warp engine!" + +"That's alright, Chief. We were just talking about Santa, weren't +we, Molly?" Julian gave a slight tug to her hem. She giggled shyly. +"I want Santa," she pouted. + +Miles reached down to pick her up. "Now, Molly, you know that Santa +will be here tonight." Miles and Julian stood up. "I hope she +wasn't bothering you, sir." + +"Oh, no bother at all, Chief." He smiled. "Just make sure Odo +doesn't see either of you running down the corridor. You know how +he is." + +"Of course sir. Wouldn't want Odo mad at us, now would we?" Miles +and Julian shared a laugh. + +"Well, I'll see you in OPS sir." Miles shifted Molly into a more +comfortable position. "Wave goodbye to Dr. Bashir, Molly." She +looked at Julian, then waved her little hand at him as they headed +down the corridor. Julian watched after the father and daughter, a +look of something_regret maybe?_ on his face. His eyes reflected +what he felt-alone. He knew he wasn't ready for a family, but he +wouldn't mind some friendship. His thoughts turned immediately to +Jadzia, and a sad smile crossed his lips. + +He gave himself a shake as if to wake himself up, reminded himself +he was due in OPS in a few minutes, and headed for the turbolift. + +Down in OPS, Commander Sisko, Lieutenant Dax, and Lieutenant Commander +Shappel were seated around the main console, discussing the docking +schedules that Major Kira had left before leaving for Bajor. + +"...Kira did mention Quark's party, and something about being glad the +Bajoran Meditation Ceremony was being held at the same time." Jadzia +gave a wry smile at her recollection. "Maybe we should all head for +Bajor," She added jokingly. + +"Come on Dax. Quark has had parties before. Why should this one be +any different?" Sisko refused to believe that all those ships docked +at DS-9 were there for Quark's party. + +Jadzia just shrugged. "Well, until you've gone to his Annual Bash, +you can't say you've been to one of Quark's parties." + +Julian's turbolift had just reached OPS, and he overheard the last +bit of conversation. Hearing Jadzia talk about Quark's party lifted +his spirits considerably. He hopped off the turbolift with a smile +and greeted everyone with a cheerful, "Good morning." A chorus of +"Good mornings" floated back to him. + +"You seem in a good mood today, Doctor," Sisko observed. + +Julian gave him a bright smile as he walked to the console. "I'm +feeling better than I have in weeks. I must have had a good night's +sleep." + +Jadzia looked up sharply at this, and shot Julian a look that asked +the young doctor "feeling better?", but he either didn't see it +or chose to ignore her. + +All attention went to the turbolift as Chief O'Brien stepped off +with an apologetic look. "Sorry I'm late, Commander, I had...a bit +of trouble calming Molly down. She's all excited about Christmas." +He quickly joined the others around the console. + +Sisko chuckled. "That's ok, Chief. I remember when Jake was little. +We had the same problem." His expression flickered at the word 'we', +but no one noticed. "That reminds me Chief. Jake asked for a tree. +Could you replicate one for him? I would consider it compensation for +your tardiness,"he added with a mock-serious tone. + +"No problem sir. I'll do it right after the meeting. I'll transport +it directly to your quarters." + +"Thanks, Chief." Sisko brought his attention back to the meeting. +"I'm assuming you've already met Kira's replacement _for the week_, +Commander Fiona Shappel from the Excelsior." It was more a statement +than a question. "Commander, will the traffic around here slow down +soon?" + +Fiona Shappel looked pleased to be singled out. About 30 years old, +with dark brown skin and big brown eyes, she was a small part Betazed. +She had been nervous about saying the wrong thing around the Commander, +but this station had an informality about it that put her at ease. +She had found herself drawn to Commander Sisko, but she knew his +history, and could sense he wasn't ready for any relationship. And +to top it off, she would only be on DS-9 for a few more days, then it +was back to the Excelsior. She now smiled. + +"Yes sir. It seems everyone who wanted to go to Quark's party is +already here or will be here in the next few hours. I don't anticipate +any late arrivals; I don't think anyone wants to miss any of the +excitement...sir," she added as an afterthought. + +Sisko was back in a good mood. "If we bring any more people onto +this station, their won't be room for us." + +Jadzia pretended to scold him. "I told you Quark's parties are famous. +And they're a lot of fun. You should go, Benjamin." + +"I don't know, Old Man. I think you'll steal all the attention." + +"You already have my full attention, Jadzia," Julian cut in. He leaned +his elbows on the edge of the console. "Quark mentioned the party +last night, but I didn't think it was that big of a deal. What's it +like?" + +Jadzia turned thoughtful. "Well, last year, Quark hired some musicians +from Risa, and these Klingons requested _well, more like demanded_ +that they play Rhlocto, and then these two Romulans..." + +"Could we discuss this at a later time, _please_" Sisko interjected, +his tone indicating he meant business. "We still have a station to +run." + +At that, everyone straightened, even Julian was snapped out of his +revere with Jadzia. + +"Chief, are there any unexpected surprises I need to be informed +about?" Sisko turned to O'Brien. + +"Amazingly sir, everything seems to be running pretty smoothly. I was +planning to recalibrate the back up generators, but that's just +a little tinkering. Oh, and I installed Quark's Regalian Light Array, +which, confidentially, is really great, but," his voice dropped to a +conspiratal whisper, "don't let him know I said that." + +"Your secret is safe with us, Chief," Sisko gave him a grin. He turned +to Julian. "Doctor, what do you have to report?" + +Julian's face became one of concentration. "Some soil samples are +coming in from Draemar 4 for radiation tests, which should take most +of the day. I'm expecting some research to come in from Graier 3... +let's see, oh yes. Ensign Okara needs to come in for a check up on +her arm. She had a compound fracture of the humerus yesterday, and +I wanted to make sure the bone has regenerated properly. And +medical exams on all Starfleet personnel are due in a month. I've +informed everyone, and a few have scheduled for today." + +"It sounds like you're going to be pretty busy. If you'd like some +help with the samples from Draemar 4..." Jadzia offered. + +Julian cut her off. "That's ok. I don't mind the work." +"You're sure?," she asked skeptically. +"Positive," Julian replied with a nod of his head. "Work always keeps +my mind off things." + +"Well, now that that's settled, let's get back to work." Sisko's smile +returned. "It's been too quiet with Major Kira gone, but you didn't +hear that from me." That got a smile and a small chuckle out of +everyone. "I assume everyone will be at the party this evening?" + +Only two nods of affirmation went around the small circle. Dax and +Lt. Commander Shappel were looking forward to the party. + +"Sorry sir, but I promised Keiko I'd be there tonight. She said +something about a red suit. I really hope she was kidding." A look +of horror crossed O'Brien's face. + +That got a loud burst of laughter, but Jadzia noticed out of the +corner of her eye that Julian's laughter seemed forced. + +"On that note, I'll let this meeting be adjourned." Sisko hopped up +the steps to his office and everyone set about going back to work +except Jadzia. + +"Julian..." The sound of her voice calling his name caused him to do +an abrupt about face. +"Yes?" + +"Julian, you've seemed...depressed lately. It's not like you. I hope +your not upset about last night..." Her voice showed her concern. + +Julian held up his hand to stop her. "My doctor's prognosis indicates +a wounded ego." He leaned toward her and dropped his voice to a +whisper. "He assures me that it will heal." He smiled that half smile +of his and turned for the turbolift. + +Jadzia directed a look at his back that said _I don't buy that story, +not for a minute_... + +__________ +_Five hours and counting_ Julian thought to himself. _That's how long +I've been analyzing these samples_. He stretched his back and noticed +the infirmary was quiet. _I guess they all went to lunch, which reminds +me, I could go for a break myself_. He started a cross-check of +radiation on other planets in the Draemar system when Jadzia walked in. +The weariness he felt disappeared. + +"Hello, Jadzia. What can I do for you?" + +"Hi Julian. I just wanted to see if you changed your mind about +needing help with the Draemar 4 samples." + +"Thanks, but I'm almost done." He flashed her a smile while he +continued to work. When she didn't say anything for a minute, he +looked up. "Was there something else?" He turned around to study +her expression. + +She hesitated. "Julian..I noticed this morning in OPS you looked... +down. That's not like you at all." + +He tried to look nonchalant. "It's nothing; just a case of winter +blues, that's all." + +"Julian, you're on a space station. We don't have winter here." +Jadzia tried joking around with him, hoping that would snap him out +of the doldrums. + +"It doesn't matter. I can still feel like it is, can't I?" He +didn't sound mad at her, just tired. + +"Julian, you need to take a break. You've been working too hard +lately." She thought a moment. "Are you going to the party tonight?" + +"I had thought about it, but between the analysis, the check ups, and +minor emergencies, I'm sort of swamped." He gave her an apologetic +smile. + +Jadzia crossed her arms. "Doctor Bashir, have you ever heard of +'delegating responsibility'? You _are_ permitted to do that." She +added with a joking air. + +Julian gave her a slightly hurt look. "I know that. It's just that +I feel it's my responsibility to see these things through. Not that +I don't trust my staff..." He quickly added. + +Jadzia cut in. "Of course you don't trust anyone else to do +anything. You think you have to do it yourself because you believe +you're the only one who can do it right." + +Julian blinked in surprise. "I _am_ the only one who can do it right." + +Jadzia's eyes widened in disbelief. Then she got ready to really let +him have it. "You self-centered, egotistical, conceited..." then +she noticed the twinkle in his eyes and the smile tugging the corner +of his mouth. The rest of her tirade spluttered into laughter with +Julian joining in. After they calmed down a little, Julian turned +serious. + +"You're right. I _can_ give most of this to my staff. I don't have to +do everything myself." He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I just +like the thought of people needing me." His eyes reflected his +his emotions: sad and alone. Jadzia picked up on it immediately, and +it triggered something inside her. She recognized the look in his +eyes. She had the same look when she woke up after Verad stole her +symbiont. And Julian had been there, assuring her everything would +be all right. And it had been, thanks to him. *He* was the one +who had comforted her; had helped set Odo free to save her. But +he knew what was wrong. She had only a vague feeling. So she went +with what she knew. + +"Julian, don't you realize how much you're needed here? This station +could function without the rest of us, but you're the doctor; everyone +needs a doctor." She saw this wasn't helping, so she tried a different +tactic. "If you were one of your patients, what would you say to them?" +She now leaned back against the exam table in the middle of the room. + +Julian thought for a moment, brows knitted in concentration, then +snapped his fingers. "I think I would tell myself to get off my ass +and get back to work." With a smile, he turned back to his monitor. + +"WRONG!" Julian turned in surprise at the forcefulness in her voice. +"You would tell yourself to get off your ass and go to the party +tonight." + +"But what about..." Julian's hands indicated monitors and readouts. + +"No 'buts'. You are ordered to go out and have a good time." + +Julian leaned back against the table, his arms crossed. "You can't +give me orders," he smiled knowingly. "You don't have the authority." + +Jadzia walked over to him, face to face. "I _can_ and I _am_." + +Julian dropped his arms and countered defiantly, "Oh? On what are +you basing *that*?" + +Jadzia took a step back, folded her arms and gave him an all-knowing +smile. "I am 300 years older than you, young man, and you'll do as +your told!" + +His shoulders slumped. He knew he'd been beat by the master. His +thoughts raced. He drew himself up to his full height, stood at +attention, and barked "Yes *SIR*." He then recrossed his arms, +looked directly at her, and with eyebrows raised, asked "Satisfied?" + +"Yes," she said with a satisfied nod of her head. She gave him a +soft smile. "You shouldn't work so hard, Julian. You need to +loosen up, have a little fun. I know I did when I was a young man." +She gave him a playful punch in the arm and grinned. + +"Oh, very funny Jadzia. VERY funny. I remember telling _you_ to +loosen up not too long ago." + +"I know. Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, Doctor." + +They smiled in comfortable silence for a moment. + +Julian was the first to break the silence. + +"Well..." +"Julian, I really should be going," Jadzia cut him off. "I just +stopped by on my way to the Promenade." + +"You were headed for the Promenade?" He thought he'd give it one +more shot. "Would you care to join me for lunch? I've been told +I make an excellent lunch companion." + +"I'm sorry, Julian, I can't." She noticed his downcast expression +and quickly explained, "I have to take care of some things before +the party tonight. I'm really sorry." She reached over and put +her hand on his arm. + +"So am I," he said softly. He looked like a lost puppy with his +big soulful eyes. + +Jadzia studied him, then said softly, "I really have to go." +She gave his arm a squeeze. "You sure you'll be alright?" + +He managed a small smile. "I'll be fine. Go, do as you must." He +made it sound like a melodrama, a really bad melodrama. + +"All right," she relented. She started toward the door, then turned +back. "But you have to promise me you'll go to the party. Promise?" + +He crossed his heart. "I do solemnly swear to attend the party, so +help me..." + +"You need *somebody's* help, that's for sure." Jadzia rolled her +eyes. + +He looked hopeful. "Are you applying for the job?" He walked over to +the exam table that stood between them. + +"I think it has too many responsibilities." She leaned her hands +on the table in front of her. "Besides, you already have a mother." + +Julian leaned forward on the table, close to her. "I wasn't asking +for a mother." His smile was on full force now, his eyes fairly +dancing. Their gazes were locked on one another. Jadzia noticed +for the first time his eyes were the color of Thalian chocolate. +Jadzia loved chocolate. Dax did not. The conflict that began in +her reminded her that she still had to eat lunch. +"Julian..." she began. + +"Yeessss?," he asked, sure of what she would say. + +She straightened up. "I'll see you at the party tonight, ok?" +Julian straightened as well, the smile vanishing from his face. +"Of course," he said with a slight nod. + +"I'll save you a dance, ok?," she hoped that would cheer him up some, +but his smile didn't reach his eyes. + +Jadzia stopped outside the infirmary, a look of concentration on her +face. She was deep in thought about Julian's remarks. His mood +His mood swings had her worried. Now that she had all her thoughts +focused on the problem, she realized his behavior hadn't been quite +right for weeks. His attempted pick-up last night had been half- +hearted, and what was that nonsense just now in the infirmary about +feeling needed? Come to think about it, when was the last time she +had *seen* him outside the infirmary? When he was in Quark's, +nursing a drink. That wasn't like him at all. But since he was at +Quark's, Quark would know what was wrong with him. He always knew +things that he couldn't or _shouldn't_ know. With a decisive nod, +she headed for the Promenade. + +Jadzia entered Quark's, barely noticing the decorations, and began +a search for Quark. She had just sat down at the bar when Quark +pounced. + +"Well, Lieutenant, what brings this unexpected pleasure?" Quark +was fairly drooling on the bar. + +Jadzia got right to the point. "I wanted to ask you about Doctor +Bashir." + +Quark blinked in surprise and grabbed his chest. "You're asking me +about another man? How could you do this to me?" He paused as +a horrible thought came to him. "Don't tell me you LIKE him!," he +hissed. + +_____________ +END part 1....part 2 will be posted shortly...... + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail +From: H601HUC@SEMOVM.SEMO.EDU (Jenny the Bashir babe) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: A DS9 Christmas pt 2 +Date: 28 Apr 1994 16:38:06 -0500 +Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway +Lines: 576 +Sender: daemon@cs.utexas.edu +Message-ID: <28APR94.17964246.0036.MUSIC@SEMOVM> +NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu + +This is part 2 of "A DS9 Christmas." It was originally entitled +"Julian's Christmas Present." Hope you enjoyed it. It is useless +to attempt to write the author, since she no longer has access to +internet in any form. :( + +This story is copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp. All rights reserved. +DS9 characters are property and copyrighted by Paramount. This +story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and +incidents are either products of the author's imagination +or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or +persons, living or dead, is desperately hoped for. +Feel free to pass it along. + +"A DS9 Christmas" by Jennifer Shipp +PART 2 +------------------------------------------------ +Jadzia tried to calm him down. "No, it's nothing like that. I'm +concerned about him, that's all. Has he seemed depressed, withdrawn +lately?," her face one of concern for a friend. + +"Well, now that you mention it..." Quark let his voice drift off. + +"What?," Jadzia asked. + +"He was definitely depressed last night. He stayed until closing, +brooding over his drink." Quark slowly shook his head. "Not very +profitable." + +"Quark," Jadzia was getting exasperated. + +"Wait. If I tell you what's bothering him, what's in it for me?" +"QUARK!" She shot him a don't-push-me look. + +"Ok, ok, you don't have to get so testy. As I said, he was in here +last night after you dumped-..." She glared at him. "...er-ah-left +him. He started reminiscing about his Academy days. Something +about Christmas parties and dances, stuff like that. Is that +helpful?," he inquired. + +Jadzia was silent for a while, thinking. +"It might be. Did he say anything else?" + +"I invited him to my party. And after my expert persuasion, he +agreed to come. *You're* still planning to come, aren't you?" +Quark fixed her with a lecherous look. + +Jadzia looked up at him in surprise. "I just spent 10 minutes twisting +his arm to get him to go. I wonder what happened?" + +"Must be the season," Quark said. + +"What do you mean? Oh, the Christmas season." She thought some more. +"He must be upset about being so far away from home. He probably feels +left out." + +Jadzia's monologue with herself was beginning to worry Quark. +"Lieutenant...?" he began. + +Jadzia snapped out of her revere. "Thanks Quark. You really helped me +out." She leaned over the bar and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. +"I'll see you later." She got up and left, a sense of purpose +on her face. + +Quark looked surprised, but quickly recovered. "See you later, Jadzia," +he called after her, caressing his ear. + +_________ +Odo had been in Quark's all day, disguised as one of the decorations +on the wall. He always made it a point to watch Quark, but during his +Annual Bash, he had to pay special attention to him. But, he was +getting tired, and he wanted to be rested for later on. He slid +unnoticed out the door and reformed outside. He headed for the security +office to regenerate. + +Keiko and Miles were finally enjoying some piece and quiet. They had +gotten Molly to take a nap- no small feat it itself - but on Christmas +Eve afternoon especially. They were seated on the couch, in front of +them was wrapping paper, presents, toys, and a general mess. +"Who's going to clean this up?," Keiko asked Miles. + +Miles looked at his wife. "Don't look at me. I replicated this stuff, +_you_ clean up." + +"Miles Edward O'Brien, if you don't start helping..." she turned to +face him. + +He put up his hand to stop her. "Before you get yourself worked up, +I thought you'd like to get your present early." + +She was instantly mollified. "You got me a present? What is it?" + +Miles walked over to the tree and picked a small package out of the +branches. "It was the one place I knew you wouldn't think to look," +he was grinning like a fool. + +"Miles," she started with a threatening tone. + +"Just kidding, just kidding." He walked back over to the couch and sat +down next to her. His manner turned serious. "Keiko, I know this +place isn't where you want to be. I know you don't want Molly growing +up here. But I love you, and no matter where we live, I'll always +love you. Merry Christmas, sweetheart." + +Keiko brushed a tear away, and took the gift. It barely fit into the +palm of her hand. She untied the bow, opened the box, and exclaimed, +"Oh, Miles, this is the most beautiful broach I've ever seen!" It had +a holographic image of a waterfall surrounded by flowers encased in +a jeweled oval. + +"That is a very special broach. My great-grandfather gave it to my +great-grandmother on their wedding day. I'm sorry I couldn't get it +for our wedding, but with us being on the Enterprise and never knowing +where we were going to be..." + +Keiko cut him off with a kiss. "I don't care how it got here. I just +care that you gave it to me. I love you, Miles O'Brien." She gave +him a radiant smile. + +"I love you too, Keiko O'Brien." They continued kissing, the presents +they had to finish wrapping forgotten. + +Quark's was decorated in the most outlandish style known across the +Quadrant. Quark had finally got O'Brien to put up the Regalian Light +Array, which was the total party atmospheric control designed by the +Regalians. With that, and his supply of electrolite streamers and +a (confiscated) Terrelian music maker, it would be a blast to remember. + +"This ought to be the best party we've ever had. I've finally got +the freedom to do what I want." Quark looked at the crowd already +there playing Dabo and dancing. + +"Wh-what about Commander Sisko?," Rom nervously asked. + +"I've got him under control. You just worry about keeping the drinks +and food coming. Did you make to sure to restock the bar?" + +"Yes brother." + +"Good. We may have people staying a week, judging from the ships +docked. Where is Nog, by the way? I haven't seen him around." + +Rom looked embarrassed. "He's with that hew-man boy again, looking +at a tree." + +"What's so special about a tree?" + +"Apparently, the hew-mens decorate the tree with figures and lights, and +put presents under it." + +"WHAT??? They just waste the tree???" + +________ +Jake and Benjamin Sisko were arguing about where the tree should go. +"I think it should go in the corner by the door," Jake said. + +Sisko looked around. "I think it will look better by the couch." + +Jake shook his head. "It'll get in the way there. Over here's +the best lighting and it won't get knocked over by accident." + +Sisko thought for a minute, and finally agreed with his son. "You're +right, Jake. It _would_ look better over there." + +They started laughing as they tried to pick it up and carry it across +the room. Ornaments were bouncing on the floor and needles were +falling everywhere. They finally succeeded in moving it to the +corner. + +"Now, who's going to clean this mess up?," Sisko gave his son a +look that said _this was your idea, you clean it up_. + +"Uh, Dad, I promised I'd meet Nog when we were done with the tree. +See you later," Sisko heard as his son backed out the door. + +"Wait a minute, I...never mind," He resigned, throwing his hands +in the air in exasperation. + +-------------------- +Medical Log: Stardate 43223.3. I ran the test sequences on the first +batch of samples from Draemar 4. They show a high radiation content +in the southern continent, and I have informed the government. +Lieutenant Hanoi came in with minor plasma burns on his hands. I +treated him and told him to get some rest. Mrs. Santos came in again, +worried about gaining too much weight. I assured her that she is +within the normal weight for a woman 8 and a half months pregnant. + +Julian finished the log entry and rubbed his eyes with the heels of +his hands. _If I stare at this screen one more minute, I'll go +crazy_ he thought to himself. He had grudgingly taken Jadzia's advice +and given the check ups to Nurse Tayo and the research to catalog to +his assistant. Both had been more than willing to help. _I guess +I *have* been doing a lot of the work myself_. _I wonder what they +have been doing while was busy, plugging away_. He shrugged to +himself, not entirely concerned with what the rest of his staff was +doing. + +"Doctor." No response. +"Doctor Bashir," a female voice called him, a bit louder. + +He look up, startled that he had closed his eyes. "Yes, Nurse Tayo?" + +"Your shift ended 5 minutes ago, sir. Were you planning to leave?" + +He checked the chronometer for himself, and gave Nurse Tayo a smile. +"I guess I better. You look ready to toss me out the door." + +"I would never...," Nurse Tayo began, looking startled that he could +suggest such a thing. + +Julian couldn't resist another smile. "I'm just kidding, Nurse. You +need to loosen up." _Now where have I heard THAT before_ he thought +to himself. Juilan decided he had time to go to his quarters and +change before the party. As much as he liked wearing a Starfleet +uniform, he couldn't wait to change into something less...constricting. + + +"This is so cool," Nog said as he circled Jake's tree. "Where did +you get the figures and lights?" + +Jake looked pleased. "Chief O'Brien replicated the tree and the +decorations for us. Isn't it great?" + +"Yeah," Nog agreed with a bit of wistfulness. "It's too bad the +Ferengi don't have a holiday like this. Uncle Quark would just say +it was just a waste of profit." + +Benjamin came out of the other room, dressed in a deep blue pants +suit. "I'm glad you approve of our tree, Nog. Jake, are +you almost ready to go?" + +"Yeah, Dad." Nog shot Jake a look. "Dad, can Nog come with us?" + +Sisko thought for a second, then asked, "What about your father, +Nog? Don't you have to help him with the party?" + +Nog shook his head. "No, I'll only be in the way. Uncle Quark says +I'm to young to deal with the customers. I'd much rather stay with +Jake." + +Sisko looked at his son, who had a pleading _please Dad_ look on his +face, and relented. + +"OK. Just make sure you boys don't get into any trouble. I don't +want to hear from Odo about any mischief, understand?" + +Jake and Nog both nodded at the same time. "Yes, sir!" and they took +off for the party, leaving Sisko shaking his head. + +_________ +Odo had taken a position in the doorway of Quark's in his usual shape. +He felt his presence would be sufficient in keeping the guests in line, +and let Quark know he was there. He acknowledged those he knew with +a curt nod, and looked with disgust at those inside. _Idiots_ he +thought to himself. _Dancing around like a bunch of fools and paying +Quark for the privilege._ + +Jake and Nog took their customary position above the Promenade, +watching the whole party from there. + +"Look, over there," Nog almost fell off the catwalk. +"Where?," Jake tried to tell where Nog was pointing. +"Over there, by the bar. The woman in the white and purple dress. +She looked up at me!" + +Jake looked at Nog like he had lost his mind. "Why would she be +looking up here? She's dancing with that Mishto, who is VERY big." + +"She looked at me, I can tell! Let's go down there and try to talk +to her," Nog was pulling on Jake's arm by this time, dragging him +to his feet. + +"All right. I see my dad down there anyway. He'll probably wonder +what happened to us if we don't go down there." + +Commander Sisko had just reached the Promenade. +"Hello Constable. Keeping out the undesirables?" + +Odo let out a 'hrmmphh'. "More like keeping count of them. You've +never been to one of Quark's parties, have you, Commander?" + +"No, I can't say I've ever had the pleasure." + +"I can't believe you'd show up here. I thought you were the one with +the most common sense." + +Sisko looked amused. "I thought it couldn't hurt to at least check +it out." + +Odo just shook his head. "Then you're certainly in for a treat. Have +fun, Commander," he added, with a touch of sarcasm. + +Sisko walked in and admired Quark's decorations. Flashing lights +danced across the floor. Quark's workers were fairly flying around, +trying to take everyone's order and get it to them in a reasonable +amount of time. The dance floor was packed, and the music was the +loudest thing he had ever heard. He took a few more steps and stopped. +He saw Lt. Shappel at a table. She looked spectacular in an orange- +yellow dress. He straightened his collar and headed for her table. + + +Julian smiled to himself as he slid his arms into his jacket. He had +been lucky to see Garak the day the material arrived. It was unique, +and he had requested _anything_ be made out of it. Depending where +the light hit it, the jacket looked deep reddish, purplish, or bluish. +It wasn't flashy, just the opposite. And the amazing thing about it +was that it had no seams. The material was able to form around the +person, making a perfect fit. It made a nice contrast to the crisp +whiteness of his shirt. It was in the style of the day, crossed and +buttoned at the side, revealing a deep V-shape at his neck. The +whiteness of the shirt made his skin that much more darker; his eyes a +deeper chocolate brown. He ran his brush one more time through his hair +and stepped back to take in the total effect. He pulled the cuffs +of the shirt a bit more through the sleeves of the jacket, smoothed +his pants, whose color matched the jacket, and gave a nod of approval. +He squared his shoulders and said to his reflection, "You are going +to have fun tonight." + +A little voice in the back of his mind answered him, _who are +you trying to kid?_ + +He sighed. He tossed his brush on the bed and muttered to himself, +"It couldn't be any worse than sitting by yourself in your quarters, +sulking." He set his jaw determinedly and strode purposefully out +the door and to the Promenade. + + +"Molly, you have to go to sleep if you want Santa to come tonight," +Keiko pleaded with her daughter. "Miles, see if you have any better +luck." + +Miles came in from the other room and sat down next to Molly. "Would +you like me to tell you a story about Santa?" + +"Yes! I want to hear about Santa!" + +"OK then. This is an ancient Earth story about the night before +Christmas. That's tonight, you know. 'T'was the night before +Christmas, and all through the station...'" + +Jadzia checked herself in the mirror. She was finally satisfied +with the outfit she had chosen. She pushed one strand of hair back +in place, spun around, and smiled. She said to herself, "Here goes +nothing," as she turned and headed for the Promenade. + + +Odo nodded a greeting as Julian approached Quark's. +"Doctor." + +"Hello Odo. I certainly wasn't expecting to see you here." He had on +a wide grin, obviously trying to joke around with the Constable. + +"Wherever Quark is, *I* am," Odo said forcefully. + +Julian looked a bit distracted. "Of course." He thought he spotted +Jadzia talking with a Ferengi at the far end of the room. "See you +later, Odo." + +"Hrmmph," was his reply. + +Julian walked in and was almost overwhelmed by the flashing lights +and loud music. He lost Jadzia in the crowd, so he decided to get +something to eat. He went to the bar to order some dinner, and Quark +waited on him. + +"I'm really impressed, Quark. You've gone all out tonight." Julian +was darting looks around the room, trying to spot Jadzia again. + +"Thanks. It's always more profitable when your guests are in a festive +mood." A shout from the Dabo wheel caught Quark's attention. "Excuse +me, Doctor. I'll bring your dinner right to you." He hurried over +to the Dabo table. Julian sat down at the bar to wait, and Sisko came +up behind him with two empty glasses. + +"Hello, Doctor. It's good to see you out of the infirmary." He set +the glasses down and asked for refills. "Enjoying yourself?" + +"Actually, I just got here, but it looks fabulous. _You_ certainly +seem to be enjoying _yourself_," he added pointedly. "Is that +Lieutenant Shappel over there?" He gave Sisko a knowing look. + +Sisko looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back. "Yes. +Fiona and I are having a nice conversation." + +"'Fiona', huh?" Julian smirked. "Have fun, Commander." + +"I am. Just make sure you do too, Doctor." Sisko slapped him on the +back. A Dabo girl brought Sisko's drinks and Julian noticed it was +the same girl from last night. + +"I'll try my best, Commander." Julian gave him a parting smile and +turned back to talk to the Dabo girl, but she was gone. "Just +my luck," he said to himself, as he propped his head up with his hand. + +"Did you order this?" A sultry voice broke into his thoughts. He +looked up and saw the same Dabo girl, holding a plate and smiling. Her +dress, if you can call that flimsy thing a dress, made Julian's +eyes almost pop out of their sockets. + +"Ummm...Yes. Yes, I did order this..er ah, that," Julian stumbled +over his own tongue. He gave her his most charming smile and said, +"I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm Doctor Julian Bashir. +Would you care to join me..." + +"Dax to Bashir. You're needed in the infirmary." + +Julian slapped his conn badge. "I'm on my way." He gave an +apologetic smile to the Dabo girl before he left. On his way to the +infirmary, Julian thought of all the terrible things that might have +happened to Jadzia. + +He turned into the infirmary to find Jadzia with Mrs. Santos, who +was obviously in labor. + +"What happened? How did she get here?," Julian asked as he began +running a tricorder over Mrs. Santos. + +"I was on my way to Quark's when I saw Mrs. Santos walking here. I +thought she wouldn't make it on her own, so I helped her the rest +of the way," Jadzia was trying to talk and calm Mrs. Santos down +at the same time. + +"The contractions are five minutes apart," Julian noted. He took +Mrs. Santos' hand and said, "It looks like you're going to have +a baby tonight. Don't worry," he smiled when he saw a frightened +look cross her face. "Everything will be all right. We've got +plenty of help." + +Back at the party, Sisko was still talking to Fiona, Jake and Nog +were back up on the catwalk, and Odo was trying to maintain some +order. + +"Watch it, no running in the Promenade," he called to party goers +who were having too much of a good time to bother listening. + +Quark looked tiredly at Odo, hoping to get him to ease up on his +customers. "Odo, don't you ever take a rest? Sit down and relax. Try +to enjoy yourself. This is a party, after all." + +Odo slowly turned his head to look at Quark. "It's not easy relaxing +with you around, Quark." + +Quark looked offended. "Now, that wasn't a very nice thing to say." +When that didn't get a response, he tried another route. "Since +I can't offer you a drink, how about an offer of friendship?," +his extended hand offered to Odo. + +Odo looked at Quark's hand as if it might bite him. "Why?," he asked +suspiciously. + +"Odo, I'm surprised at you. It's the season for forgiving. And +I'd like to offer my sincere apologies for any mischief I may have... +inadvertently caused." + +"Now how can I refuse such a *sincere* apology?," Odo asked with +mock-seriousness, but did take his hand. "I'll still be keeping +my eye on you, Quark." + +Quark motioned behind his back at Rom, who snuck in a bottle of +illegal Romulan ale. + +Quark chose to ignore that last remark. "Season's happiness, Odo." +"Hrmph," was his reply. + +Commander Sisko was enjoying his conversation with Fiona Shappel +immensely. They were at a corner table, away from the dance floor, +but it was still hard to carry on a conversation. + +"How are you enjoying your stay so far? It's not like a starship, +is it?" + +Fiona let out a tinkling laugh. "Definitely not. On a ship, you +could never meet so many different people, so many different species, +in such a short time. On a starship, you get to see the homeworlds +of the people, but rarely get to interact with them. Here, you get to +interact, but you don't get to see their planet. It would be hard for +me to choose one or the other." + +Benjamin shook his head. "I knew I wanted a stable place for Jake, +and this was the closest thing. Jake's a great kid. I'm proud of +the way he adjusted to this station so quickly. Truth be told, he +fit in faster than I did," he chuckled. + +Fiona reached over and took Benjamin's hand. They sat in comfortable +silence, then Benjamin motioned to the dance floor. + +"Would you care to dance?" + +"I'd be delighted." He helped her up and twirled her onto the dance +floor. + + + +A tiny cry came from Julian's arms. "Here's your daughter, Mrs. +Santos. She weighs 8 lbs, 3 oz, and is perfectly healthy." +He placed the tiny bundle in the new mother's arms. + +"Oh, she's adorable," Jadzia started cooing at her. The baby yawned, +and Julian saw both the mother and newborn looked worn out. "I want +you to get some rest. You should be able to go home in a few days. +Your husband was surprised to say the least." + +"Thank you Doctor, and you too, Jadzia." Mrs. Santos murmured before +she fell asleep. + +Julian whispered to Jadzia, "Let's let them rest. They've had a +rough day." + +"So have you," Jadzia whispered back as they left the infirmary. +Julian was putting his jacket back on. "I want to thank you, Julian, +for letting me help. It's been a long time since I've seen a human +birth." + +Julian finished putting his jacket on and turned to her. "Thank +*you*, Jadzia, for all your help. I couldn't have done it without +you." He smiled warmly at her, then noticed her outfit. He'd +been too busy to notice it before, and now his jaw almost dropped. +She was wearing a deep red, off-the-shoulder dress. Her hair was +clipped at the top, allowing the ringlets to tumble over her bare +shoulders. The flowing skirt just reached the top of her knees, +her hose and shoes-heels, he corrected himself, all were the same +deep red. When his gaze returned to her face, she was wearing an +amused smile. + +"Anything wrong with the way I'm dressed?" + +He stared in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding. You look +incredible." + +"I told you I had some things to take care of before the party. I +had to pick up this dress. Your friend Garak just finished it this +afternoon." She paused, then asked, "You like it?" + +"It's...it's..." + +"Red?," Jadzia supplied merrily. + +"Incredible. Beautiful. Stunning." + +She laughed and held up her hands. "All right. I get the picture." + +His thoughts finally formed a complete coherent thought. "I feel +like celebrating. You still up for the party? I'll even buy you +dinner." + +"Can you wait a minute, Julian? I have something to give you first." + +He gulped. "Gi-give me?" + +"It is Christmas, isn't it? And isn't a Christmas tradition to give +something to your friends on Christmas Eve?" + +"Yes, I suppose it is...where is it?," Julian had a childish +impatience about him. + +"Right here..." + +Jadzia raised her left hand to stroke the curve of his neck. Her +eyes burned into his. She slowly pulled his lips closer to hers +until they were kissing. Julian's arms automatically rose to +encircled her, pulling her closer. She brought her other hand around +his neck, deepening the kiss. They were like one, standing in the +corridor, lost in each other. After what seemed like hours to Julian, +but was only a few moments, Jadzia pulled back. They both +tried to catch their breath. Jadzia looked at Julian, a bit of +amazement on her face. He kept his eyes closed a moment longer, +burning her touch into his memory. + +"Merry Christmas, Julian," Jadzia said, a bit breathlessly. + +Julian opened his eyes and gave her a radiant smile. "Me-Merry +Christmas, Jadzia," his voice caught in his throat. + +He offered her his arm, and with a smile, she accepted it. They +walked to the party, sharing their thoughts without speaking. + + THE END diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dsn0493.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dsn0493.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3842bf15 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dsn0493.txt @@ -0,0 +1,447 @@ + Star Trek DSN List of Lists + compiled by Mark Holtz + (Revised April 7, 1993) + +DISCLAIMER: "Star Trek", and all other related items are copyright and +trademarks of Paramount Communications. Any infringement of these lists on +Paramount's legitimate copyright and trademarks is purely unintentional, and +will be corrected upon proper notification. These lists are for the enjoyment +of the reader only, and may not be sold. + This is the Star Trek DSN List of Lists. 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However, FTP sites, BBSs, and e-mail servers are available to +requests. + +Table of Contents +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Upcoming Episode Information +Cast Listings + Regular Cast + Recurring Guests + Guest Stars +Episode Listings +Syndication Notes +Working Titles +Major Species Appearance + Cardassians + Klingons + "Q" +Ranks and Insignia +Shuttlecraft +Did You Know... +Thanks To... +[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][] + Upcoming Episode Information + +REMEMBER: All information presented below is rumor mill information, and is +subject to error! + +Sat. Date Week Of Episode Title +========= ============= ====================================================== +Apr 3 93 Apr 5-Apr 11 A Man Alone *>REPEAT<* +Apr 10 93 Apr 12-Apr 18 Babel *>REPEAT<* +Apr 17 93 Apr 19-Apr 25 Captive Pursuit *>REPEAT<* + +-< Unconfirmed >- + +Apr 17 93 Apr 19-Apr 25 Vortex +Apr 24 93 Apr 26-May 2 Battle Lines +May 1 93 May 3-May 9 Story Teller +May 8 93 May 10-May 16 Progress +May 15 93 May 17-May 23 If Wishes Were Horses +May 22 93 May 24-May 30 The Foresaken +- - Dramatis Personae +- - Duet +- - Hands of the Prophets + +Vortex - Odo journeys through the wormhole in search of answers to his origin. +Another 'fabulous object' story, and the Ferengi naturally want it. + +Battle Lines - terrorist story. + +Story Teller - A young girl meets Nog and the Sisko Kid, and the overhear some +aliens plotting. Much of the story is set on Bajor, which is where the story +teller of the title comes in. + +Progress - Takes place of Bajor and features Bajorans who dislike the +Federation. It will also deal with the religious choas caused by the Orbs +being not messages, but space probes. + +If Wishes Were Horses - The imaginations of the crew suddenly go out of +control and becomes real. It will be revealed that Odo doesn't have a sense of +smell. + +The Foresaken - Lwaxana Troi drops by for a visit, and takes an interest in +Odo, the shapeshifter. + +Hands of the Prophets (?) - The final episode is not a cliff hanger and it +involves a Bajoran religious leader objecting to Keiko teaching science in her +class and wanting Bajoran childern to learn religious stuff instead. + +- Nog has something he wants to sell. Kira spends much of this episode on the +planet, with a Bajoran group. + +Also rumored..... + +* The cast goes through the wormhole. + +* Kei Opaka will be reappearing. + +* There's supposed to be an episode _very_soon_ that explains this in a bit + more detail. Something about the "exhaust gases" of the standard Federation + impulse engines are damaging the wormhole, and the Runabouts will be + modified to lessen the damage, and so the Runabouts will "tractor-beam" + (pull) the ships through the wormhole. + +* Kira will be changing her uniform for the last few episodes of the season. + +* We'll see Odo in a bucket. + +* Fourteen episode have been filmed as of the beginning of March. + +Also Note +~~~~~~~~~ +Colm Meany was absent for three episodes due to the filming of "Snapper". He +will also appear in "In to the West". +{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|}{|} +"Picture a place on the edge of infinite possibility. Envision a launching pad +into the vast unknown. Imagine a project so ambitious, so awe-inspiring, it +could come from only one source. Presenting a new outpost on the far reaches +on the final frontier. You're looking at Star Trek: Deep Space Nine... but +what you're really seeing is the future of television" - Electronic Media + + Star Trek: Deep Space Nine + +Cast Listings +~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Regular Cast +-==========- +Starring.... +Avery Brooks - Commander Benjamin Sisko + +Also Starring... + +Rene Auberjonois - Odo +Siddig El Fadil - Dr. Julian Bashir +Terry Farrell - Lt. Jadzia Dax +Cirroc Lofton - Jake Sisko +Colm Meany - Miles Edward O'Brien +Armin Shimerman - Quark +Nana Visitor - Major Kyra Nerys + +Recurring Guests +-==============- +[A recurring guest is a guest star who can reappear on the station as a +regular character] + +Rosalind Chao - Keiko O'Brien +Aron Eisenberg - Nog +Hana Hatae - Molly O'Brien +Camille Saviola - Kai Opaka + +Guest Stars +-=========- +John DeLancie - "Q" (Q Less) +Barbara March - Lursa (Past Prologue) +Gwynyth Walsh - B'Etor (Past Prologue) + + +Episode Listings +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +KEY: Eps. - Episode Number according to Paramount Count. +Sat. Date - The Saturday in which the episode is first sent via satellite to + the various stations +Week Of - Paramount's Official Week-Of for TNG broadcast +PCode - Production Code Number +Stardate - First given stardate in episode (if known) +Episode Title - Name of the episode. ;) + +Season One +-========- +Eps. Sat. Date Week Of PCode Stardate Episode Title +==== ========= ============= ===== ======== ================================== +1&2. Dec 30 92 Jan 4-Jan 10 46379.1 Emissary + + On a distant outpost at the edge of the final frontier, an untested crew + embarks on an unprecedented journey in the two-hour series premiere of STAR + TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE. [A weapon passes through Odo, then Odo is seen as a + bag] [As a new crew takes over a abandoned Cardassian space station orbiting + above Bajora, an artificial wormhole opens up, and holds Sisko for + examination.] + + [The Production Code for the 2-hour version of the pilot is 721 (the same at + TNG's "Encounter At Farpoint"), and 401 and 402 for Part One and Part Two of + the pilot] + + 3. Jan 9 93 Jan 11-Jan 17 404 Unknown Past Prologue + + A reunion with a member of the Bajoran underground forces Kira to choose + between her people and her duty as a Federation officer. [Odo is a rat] + + 4. Jan 16 93 Jan 18-Jan 24 403 46421.5 A Man Alone + + Odo must prove his innocence when a known enemy of his is found brutally + murdered in a Holosuite. [Odo is a chair] + + 5. Jan 23 93 Jan 25-Jan 31 405 46423.7 Babel + + The residents of Deep Space Nine fall victim to a mysterious and fatal + virus--will Kira find an antidote in time? [Odo is a cart] + + 6. Jan 30 93 Feb 1-Feb 7 406 Unknown Captive Pursuit + + O'Brien befriends the "prey" in an otherworldly hunting game -- can he and + the rest of the officers save the being from a life in captivity? [Odo is a + painting] + + 7. Feb 6 93 Feb 8-Feb 14 407 46531.2 Q-Less + + The irrepressible Q and the adventuress Vash arrive at Deep Space Nine -- + just as strange, destructive forces begin threatening the space station. + [We find out later that Odo is a wine bottle.] + + 8. Feb 13 93 Feb 15-Feb 21 408 46910.1 Dax + + Lieutenant Dax's former self is accused of murder. + + 9. Feb 20 93 Feb 22-Feb 28 409 Unknown The Passenger + + A sinister alien criminal hides his consciousness in the brain of someone + aboard the station. + + 10. Mar 13 93 Mar 15-Mar 21 410 Unknown Move Along Home + + Quark's attempt at deception toward a newly-encountered alien race places + the space station's senior officers in a labrinth of danger. + + 11. Mar 20 93 Mar 22-Mar 28 411 Unknown The Nagus + + Quark is suddenly named leader of the Ferengi financial empire, and + discovers that he's not only popular -- he's now a target for death. + +-- + + 12. Apr 17 93 Apr 19-Apr 25 412 - Vortex + + [No official description is available.] + + 13. Apr 24 93 Apr 26-May 2 413 - Battle Lines + + [No official description is available.] + + 14. May 1 93 May 3-May 9 414 - Story Teller + + [No official description is available.] + + 15. May 8 93 May 10-May 16 415 - Progress + + [No official description is available.] + + 16. May 15 93 May 17-May 23 416 - If Wishes Were Horses + + [No official description is available.] + + 17. May 22 93 May 24-May 30 417 - The Foresaken + + [No official description is available.] + + 18. - - 418 - Dramatis Personae + + [No official description is available.] + + 19. - - 419 - Duet + + [No official description is available.] + + 20. - - 420 - Hands of the Prophets + + [No official description is available.] + +Season Two +-========- +26 hour-long episodes are slated. + +Syndication Notes +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +"Star Trek: Deep Space Nine" is a syndicated program that is sold to each +individual station. It is not part of the FOX network, although many stations +that have purchased TNG are also part of FOX. The production code # begins +with 401 in order to prevent labeling errors with the original Star Trek +series and the Next Generation. + +The first run episodes are uplinked to the local stations on the Saturday and +Sunday of the Satellite Date. This uplinking is done through Keystone +Communications (formerly WOLD Communications), through AT&T's Telstar 301 +which is located at 96 degrees west. The program is uplinked at the following +times on Transponder 9-Vertical Polarity (5V): + +Saturdays - 10:00 AM-11:00 AM ET/ 7:00 AM- 8:00 AM PT +Saturdays - 4:00 PM- 5:00 PM ET/ 1:00 PM- 2:00 PM PT + Sundays - 4:00 PM- 5:00 PM ET/ 1:00 PM- 2:00 PM PT + +The audio carriers are wide-band, and are: 6.2-left, 6.8-right, and 5.8-mono. +No scrambling is employed in the uplink. (With AT&T's Telstar 301, launched in +1983, reaching the end of it's life, and with only enough fuel to launch it +out of it's orbital slot, the feeds may be moved to AT&T's Telstar 302 (85 +Degrees West) in the near future, and then to AT&T's Telstar 401, which is +slated to be launched in November of 1993 to replace Telstar 301.) The station +then airs the episode for the first time anytime during Paramount's official +week of (Monday through Sunday), although some stations (notable the Paramount +owned ones) are able to show the episodes the Sunday before the week-of in a +prime-time slot. However, this requires special permission from Paramount. + +England/United Kingdom +-====================- +Sky Television has purchased the rights to the seriesm and will be showing it +Sundays at 19:30 beginning May 16th. This is ahead of the CIC Video Release. + +Changes from Season to Season +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Pilot to First Season +-===================- +Kira's hair is shorter, and she is wearing a different nosepiece. + +Working Titles +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +"Sore Losers" -> "Move Along Home" +"Friends And Foes" -> "The Nagus" + +Major Species Appearance +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Cardassians +-=========- + +"Emissary" - When the Cardassians heard about one last remaining orb, one of +their Gul's boards the station, and then the crew utilizes the services of the +station. Later, when the Cardassians notice that one of their ships is +missing, and not believing that there is a wormhole, attack the station. + +"Past Prologue" - The Cardassian chase after Tahna, a member of the Khon-Ma, +who takes refuge on Deep Space Nine. + +Klingons +-======- +"Past Prologue" - Lurusa and B'Etor visit Deep Space Nine to conduct a +transaction with Tahna. + +"Q" +-=- +"Q-Less" - Q chases after Vash, who visits the station to sell some items from +an archelogical dig. + +Ranks and Insignia +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Deep Space Nine is a orbital space station orbiting about Bajor. For all +purposes, the station is run by Bajorans and is under Bajoran juristriction, +however, until the Bajorans are able to run the station, the Federation +handles the administration of the station. + +Federation +-========- +Uniform Colors: + + Medical Corps and Sciences - Navy Blue + Security and Engineering - Mustard Yellow + Command and Navigation - Wine Red + +Ranks: (stolen from the TNG List of Lists) + +Admiral - Triangular shoulder board with gold braid enclosing six gold circles +of varying size. + +Captain - Four solid gold circles + +Commander - three solid gold circles + +Lieutenant Commander - two solid gold circles and one empty gold circle + +Lieutenant - two solid gold circles + +Lieutenant (Junior Grade) - One solid gold circle and one empty + +Ensign - One solid gold circle + +NOTE: There have been inaccuracies with the pips and ranks, especially with +the rank of O'Brien. + +Bajoran +-=====- +[Additions wanted] + +Shuttlecraft +~~~~~~~~~~~~ +So far, three shuttlecraft, called Runabouts, are on the series. They are: + +Rio Grande +Yangtze Kiang +Ganges + +Coincidentally, the runabouts are named after rivers. + +Birthdays +~~~~~~~~~ +1965 - Siddig El Fadil + +Did You Know.... +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +. . . Siddig El Fadil was originally considered to be Commander Sisko after +the producers viewed "A Dangerous Man: Lawrence After Arabia"? However, after +the producers found that Siddig was only 24, he was instead cast as Dr. Julian +Bashier. + +. . . The current ruler of the Sudan is an Islamic fundamental fanatic who +took over in 1989 in a military coup and has been in charge of a reign of +terror since. His name is five unknown Arabic names Bashir. No, Siddig does +not like him. + +. . . The pilot episode cost $12 million. + +Operation SNAFU +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ +Opening Credits - During the opening credit sequence, we see a comet passing +by. The tail should be pointed away from the sun, however, when the camera +passes through the tail, we don't see the sun. + +Dax - The production crew screwed up with the makeup of the Trill, Dax. In the +TNG episode, "The Host", Odan is seen with a V-shaped nose ridge. However, +this ridge is missing on Dax. In addition, the crew added on the "leapord" +spots, which was used on Kamalla in "The Perfect Mate". + +"Past Prologie" - On the Runabout that Kira and Tana were on, they got into an +argument and Tana pulled one of 2 phasers off of the wall. Yet when Sisko +captured the runabout, both of the phasers were gone. (UV) +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ + Thanks to. . . + +Larry Reznick - For checking for those elusive typos.... + +Edward Lee Whiteside - For passing me info from CompuServe & GEnie + +Heath Fitts, Brad Held, Martin Lee, Bryce Newall, Jonathan E. 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Weapon +batteries reporting fully operational and ready. + +Navigator: Entering standard orbit. + +Captain: Open a channel. + +Com Officer: Open, sir. + +Captain: This is Captain Michael Killpatrix of the Federation starship Nadia. +We have assumed standard orbit above Cey 4. Please acknowledge. + +Com Officer: Receiving visual, sir. + +Killpatrik: Main viewer. + +[A woman - visibly angry - appears on screen] + +Killpatrik: Colonel Lexis, I presume? + +Lexis: You were warned, Captain, not to assume standard orbit. + +Killpatrik: No signs of anything unusual, Colonel. We are at maximum alert, +just in case. + +Lexis: None of the previous craft reported signs of anything unusual, either, +Captain. + +Killpatrik: Colonel, we are not a cargo ship. And as I said, we are at +maximum alert. It seems to me the best way to investigate a strange happening +is to recreate as much of it as possible. Our current course matches that of +the last vessel. + +Lexis: I am a soldier and not a star jockey. I shall assume you know what +you are doing. Cey 4 out. + +Killpatrik: Nadia out. Anything, Number One? + +First Officer: Scanners continue to report negative. + +Navigator: Nearing the Andromadorea's last coordinates. + +Killpatrik: Quarter impulse. Focused short range scans, Number One. All +phaser banks stand-by. Establish telemetry link with Cey 4. Transmit +continuous status. + +Com. Officer: Link established. Transmitting full status. + +Killpatrik: Well, now we wait. + +First Officer: Oh, God... + + +[The Enterprise bridge. A wire-frame diagram of a ship on main screen. The +vessel is bulbous, resembling perhaps a whale or other large sea-creature.] + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log, supplemental. Proceeding to Cey 4 at +maximum warp. We are responding to the loss of three starships and the +severe damaging of a fourth, all within a one month period. The fourth ship - +Federation cruiser Nadia - suffered severe structural damage from a collision +with a vessel of unprecedented size. We assume the other vessels suffered a +similar collision, and were destroyed. The vessel appears to be cloaked so +effectively, the Nadia's - and even planet-based systems - have failed to +located it using there scanners, even though they now know exactly where it +is. + +Data [continuing a discussion]: Even Romulan cloaking technology could not +hope to mask a ship of this size with any effectiveness. To hide it from the +concerted efforts of the Nadia and the military installations on Cey 4 would +be beyond them. + +Riker: It's plainly not beyond someone. + +Data: That is true, Commander Riker. + +Picard: But who? + +Data: That, Captain, would appear to be beyond us. + +Worf: This poses a severe military risk... + +Data: There have been no overtly hostile actions on the part of this vessel. +All damage, so far, has been the result of unforeseen events. Literally. + +Worf: So far. + +Riker: And there were no warnings to the ships in danger. + +Data: I think it likely no-one exists capable of making such warnings. Hoping +someone will crash into you is not a very effective form of hostility. + +Riker: It's been pretty effective to this point. + +Data: More by unfortunate circumstance than calculated design, Commander Riker. + +Picard: You think it's an abandoned vessel, Commander Data? + +Data: That is my first 'guess.' + +Com Officer: Receiving transmission from the Nadia, Captain. + +Picard: On screen. Maybe we'll get some answers... + +Worf: Or more questions. + +Picard: Yes. Or more questions. + +[Killpatrik appears on screen. His bridge shows signs of the mishap, but is +not severely damaged] + +Killpatrik: Am I glad to see you, Enterprise! + +Picard: Oh? Has there been more trouble? + +Killpatrik: No. This thing just - un-nerves me. Well, it scares the hell out +of me. + +Data: Have you made any progress in determining why the vessel is invisible +to scanners? + +Killpatrik: You might call it progress. We have determined the ship sits +inside a sphere of some kind. Roughly twice the vessel's length in diameter. +Though it has no physical manifestation - we can move through it freely - it +cloaks everything inside it completely. Including, I might add, us. + +Data: Does this sphere interfere with you instruments while you are within it? + +Killpatrik: Well, we're inside it now. It doesn't seem to be interfering with +our communications. It doesn't interfere with our scans of the main vessel. +Nor does it interfere with our ability to see out. + +Data: Can you determine the energy requirements of this sphere? + +Killpatrik: Well, no. The ship has no detectable sources of energy. No +detectable means of propulsion, either. It's only visible feature, as you +already know from the diagrams we've sent, is an opening wide enough to move +five starships through side by side. This slit runs down most of the thing's +belly. Enterprise, if this is some kind of carrier, ti could hold several +thousand heavy cruisers... + +Picard: Understood, Captain. + +Data: You have not moved your ship inside, I presume? + +Killpatrik: Hell no! We couldn't fight of a Klingon dinghy - uh, no offense +Commander Worf. + +Worf: None taken, Captain. + +Killpatrik: Thank God that thing's shaped the way it is. All those curves. +Our shields held long enough for our momentum to shift, but we're still a mess. + +Picard: Looks like we'll be the lucky ones, then. + +Killpatrik: Yeah. Lucky you. + +Data: Do you have anything else you could transmit? + +Killpatrik: We're waiting for reports from some un-manned probes, including +some sent inside the craft. We'll send you what we can. It might not be +much. + +Picard: It will be more than we have now. + +Killpatrik: True. Until later, Nadia out. + +Picard: Enterprise out. + + +[The Enterprise conference room. Officers present: Picard, Riker, Data, Troy +and Worf. Several screens are active, showing diagrams of the mystery +vessel. Data is speaking] + +Data: ...the vessel is, for the most part, hollow. Support beams honeycomb +this interior, apparently designed to hold other vessels falling into four +primary size ranges. The smallest, a one or two man corsair. The largest, +roughly five times the size of the Enterprise. Capacity is - as Captain +Killpatrik already implied - enormous. There appear to be berths for twenty- +five hundred of the largest ships. + +Worf: Two-thousand, five-hundred vessels five times the size of the +Enterprise? + +Data: Yes. That is what I said. For the smallest ships, there is space for +perhaps ten thousand. Total capacity is in the range of twenty-five thousand. + +Riker: That's almost incomprehensible. All of Star Fleet... + +Data: Even at it's peak, would not exhaust it's capacity. In all probability, +there would be ample room left for the Klingon and Romulan fleets. The main +function of this carrier seems to be simply holding the ships securely. There +are no visible access corridors allowing for movement from ship to ship, or +from ship to carrier. In fact, the hangar is segmented in such a way that it +would be possible to close off sections. Indeed, one could imagine the +Klingon and Romulan fleets together with the Federation inside this vessel, +none with access to the others' sections. + +Picard: Baring transporter technology... + +Data: That is not certain, Captain. I shall explain later. + +Worf: With such capacity, the visible opening would appear to be too small to +be practical. Especially in wartime. + +Data: The hull opens up. Two segments can be pulled upwards over the vessel's +back, exposing roughly two-hundred and seventy degrees of the hangar. + +Worf: Such a sight would be awe-inspiring. + +Riker: The Nadia is certain this thing is empty? + +Data: The probes have accounted for all of the hangar space, and it is empty. + +Riker: But the entire ship is not a hangar. + +Data: No. The foreward fifth of the ship is un-accounted for. There are also +several bubbles along the hull about which we know nothing. And the hull itself +ranges from ten to sixty meters in thickness. Easily capable of housing +additional facilities. The materials of this hull have resisted identification. +The Nadia's scanners have been unable to penetrate it. Nor could transporter +beams, Captain. Access to the carrier itself appears severely limited. + +Riker: Has any means of access been found at all? + +Data: No. + +Picard: Quite a mystery. And it could not have appeared in a less practical +region of Federation space. + +Riker: Cey 4? + +Picard: Exactly. I should remind you all of the nature of this world. The +population of Cey 4 originated in a small nation on Earth, surrounded on all +sides by larger, hostile neighbors. Somewhere lost in the turmoils of the +twenty-first and second centuries, this nation vanished. Previously, it was +assumed they had been destroyed in the many nuclear exchanges that rocked the +area. However, they themselves initiated those exchanges to mask a deeper +purpose. They left. In a massive exodus which ended here. An amazing - if +not down-right miraculous - feat given the technology of the time. + +Worf: And their new desert home has made them harsh. Their fighting skill is +legendary among Klingons. + +Data: And virtually unknown among the Federation worlds. + +Riker: I've never heard of them. + +Data: They have been used in planet-based raids only. And only rarely, and +only in great secrecy. They have never failed. + +Picard: And like all legends, privacy is of paramount importance to them. +They have shown an unusual spirit of cooperation in tending to the casualties +and damage of the Nadia, but we cannot be certain of their future disposition. + +Riker: Sounds like they just want us to be gone as soon as possible... + +Data: They are known to have a particular dislike for Star Fleet. + +Picard: Well, the point is we must tread carefully with Cey 4. Anything else +on the vessel, Commander Data? + +Data: Only that even with the additional scrutiny, no sources of power have +been detected. + +Riker: But that should be expected, given we can't see through the hull. + +Data: Not so. Signature radiations - particularly neutrinos - should escape +and be detected by our more sensitive instruments. That is not the case. + +Riker: Maybe the power's off. + +Data: That is not the case, either. Unless the cloaking sphere is a natural +by-product of the hull's materials. + +Worf: Which is a possibility. + +Data: But an extremely remote one. + +Picard: Well, we know a little more than we did. + +Data: One last thing, Captain. + +Picard: Yes? + +Data: None of the probes or scans have elicited the slightest response from +the vessel. It is growing increasingly likely that we have stumbled across +an abandoned hulk. If that is the case, there may not be anything aboard to +answer the many, many questions which are sure to arise. + +Picard: Yes. Foremost of which is the circumstance of it's abandonment. + +[A vast plateau of metal. In the background, a blue planet. Several dozen +ships, similar in appearance to the giant vessel discovered by the Nadia, +float above the platform, occasionally connected to it by arcs of electricity. +A ship which is plainly that encountered by the Nadia sits motionless at the +center. It is larger than the rest, but not by much.] + +Woman's Voice: My Sisters. We are at the end of history. The Maelstrom +rages. As goes the nova, so goes Civilization. It collapses. Twenty- +thousand years ago fell the God-Emperor. Not even he Saw this far. To the +very edge of Man. Standing here, I See. For I, too, am Atreides. The +product of Gesserit and Tleilaxu desperation. + + But the later have been swallowed. + + Sisters. We are the last. We and this world Ix. We are the height of +that which Civilization has created. And we must fight. Fight the rabid +wolves circling about us. Only war do they know. They burn hot, but like an +ember, are doomed to ash. + + I have seen that we may prevail. And I have Seen that we may not. But +I hold your memories with me now. And if we are to fail, I shall know it the +moment before. Then shall I take this ship - the pride of Ix - and loose +myself in the cosmos. Come what may, all record of us shall not be lost. + + Go now to war, and send us all to Destiny. + +[The leviathan ships begin to move. They rise above the platform and vanish. +Only the center one remains. The planet rises higher and higher in the +background. And then, the last ship vanishes as well.] + +[Enterprise bridge. Crew at yellow alert. Killpatrik on main viewer.] + +Killpatrik: We'll guide you in, Enterprise. We're sitting just below the +fore section of the craft. She'll seem to just pop into existence right over +your head. It's spectacular. + +Picard: I'm looking forward to it. + +Killpatrik: I would too, the second time around. + +Com Officer: Receiving transmission from Cey 4, Captain. + +Picard: This, I'm not sure I'm looking forward too. + +Killpatrik: Colonel Lexis. She's a real peach, Picard. You'll like her. + +Picard: We will continue to follow your guide. Enterprise out. + +Killpatrik: Right. Nadia out. + +[Lexis appears] + +Lexis: Welcome to Cey 4, Enterprise. Colonel Hafia Lexis-Benyamin, Al-Mossad. +I salute you. + +Picard: Jean-Luc Picard, Captain, Starship Enterprise. It is our hope, +Colonel, to trouble you only so long as necessary... + +Lexis: We understand Starfleet's presence here, Captain Picard. We do not +resent it. We requested it, and are, in fact, grateful. + +Data: Can you add anything to the Nadia's account of the vessel, Colonel? + +Lexis: We have plotted positions for all ships known lost over the past two- +hundred years. Some thirty vessels in all remain unexplained. Of those, 16 +disappearances have occured within a narrow band. + +Data: Corresponding to the vessel's orbit? + +Lexis: Yes. It has been here a long time. + +Riker: An abandonned hulk of some earlier civilization? + +Data: That is a possibility. Are there any signs of previous habitation on +the planet's surface, Colonel? + +Lexis: I am sorry, Enterprise. Cey 4 is not open for discussion at this time. +We do not believe anything of relevance to this vessel exists on the planet's +surface. Captain... + +Picard: Yes, Colonel Lexis? + +Lexis: We are sincerely grateful for Starfleet's help. However, this system +is our home. This discovery a piece of it. We do not want it lost. + +Picard: Starfleet understands your position, Colonel. + +Lexis: I do not wish to make threats, Captain. We will help you in any way +we can, including granting access to the planet's surface if that proves +absolutely necessary. However, should you remove this vessel or it's contents +from this system without our consent, you will be making a dangerous foe. + +Picard: Let me say, Colonel, that we fully understand the position of Cey 4 +and it will be consulted in all decisions of pertinence to this case. + +Lexis: [laugh] The reknowned Starship warrior has become a politician. I will +trust you, Captain. Your past speaks for your future. Lexis out. + +Picard: Enterprise out. + +Troi: She was afraid of something, Captain. + +Picard: Afraid? + +Troi: Apprehensive. Like a tigress in a zoo. Her cub is wounded, and she +trusts the zoo keeper. And yet... + +Riker: And yet one false move and off with his head. + +Troi: Yes. + +Riker: Do we know anything about their offensive capability? + +Data: Classified at the highest levels of Starfleet. And that is their planet +based capability. Of their space systems, we know next to nothing. + +Worf: We know they required our aid. + +Data: An interesting induction. However, given the nature of this mystery +vessel, it could well be they exhausted all other options but turning to +Starfleet. We still do not know what those options were. + +Picard: The bottom line is: we know damn little about anything. Other than +the fact we're right smack in the middle of it. + +Data: That is correct, Captain. + +Riker: We should be crossing the boundary soon. + +Picard: Good, Number One. Main screen forward visual. + +[Several moments pass. Without warning, the vessel appears. It's upper bounds +disappear off the edges of the screen. The Nadia sits, barely visible, beneath +it. The left side of her main section shows severe damage as the Enterprise +nears her.] + +Worf: In combat, I would rather it remained a mystery how I was destroyed than +see what it was I battled... + +[Enterprise bridge. Most of the officers standing. Notable exception: +Commander Troi. Worf notices, and rushes to her side.] + +Worf: Captain! Commander Troi has collapsed! + +Picard: What!? + +Worf: She has collapsed. Her pulse is very weak. I do not believe she is +breathing. + +Picard: Have her taken to sick bay at once! + +Worf: Yes, Captain! + +Picard [hitting comm link]: Dr. Crusher, prepare for an emergency. Commander +Troi has collapsed. Perhaps some kind of cardiac arrest. + +Dr. Crusher: What caused it? + +Picard: That is something I would very much like you to find out. [turning +to Worf] Immediate status report. Full alert! + +Riker: An attack of some kind? + +Data: Commander Troi could present a meaningful target to a very perceptive +enemy. Her empathic abilities could give us an advantage. + +Riker: What kind of an advantage would someone on a ship like that need? + +Picard: I can't imagine... + +Riker: And what kind of attack was it? + +Worf: All decks reporting calm. There have been no other apparent incidents. + +Data: There were no unusual energy emissions detected by our scanners. That +continues to be the case. Commander Troi could either have suffered from some +manner of telepathic assualt, or... + +Picard: Or? + +Data: Or, she simply could have collapsed. + +Riker: Oh, come on, Data. That would be one hell of a coincidence. + +Data: It is, nevertheless, a possibility. + +[Picard walks toward the screen. His look is very intense. Silence] + +Riker: Captain? + +Worf: Captain, is something wrong? Shall I alert Dr. Crusher... + +Picard: No. No. This sphere. Perhaps not a means of hiding at all. + +Worf: How do you mean, Captain? + +Picard: Perhaps, a means of keeping something in. + +Riker: The Nadia has been able to leave and re-enter the sphere. As have ships +from Cey 4. + +Picard: A magic circle. + +Riker: A what? + +Data: A magic circle. In ancient mythology, sorcerers were said to keep +demons at bay by imprisoning them in a magic circle. In theory, the sorcerer - +or anyone else - could cross such a boundary at will. The demon could not. + +Riker: Please, Data. + +Picard: Get me the Nadia. + +[Killpatrik comes on screen] + +Killpatrik: Enterprise, has something happened? You're at red alert... + +Picard: A member of my crew has collapsed. Perhaps some form of mental attack. +You do not have any betazoid's aboard your vessel? + +Killpatrik: Negative, Picard. Pretty much, we're half and half. Klingons and +Terrans. + +Data: It is possible that Commander Troi's increased sensitivity made her a +vulnerable target, where - no offense, Captain - the less developed human +awareness served as some form of defense. + +Worf: And, I assume, the less developed Klingon awareness as well? + +Data: Yes. And that of the other races aboard. I do not mean to imply any +inferiority. + +Picard: Quite understood, Data. My own thoughts follow a similar line. Nadia +Back out. Slowly. We shall follow once you are clear of the sphere. + +Killpatrik: You really think you crew member was deliberately attacked? + +Picard: We cannot rule that out. We shall cover your retreat. + +Killpatrik: Well, if you think that best... + +Picard: I do. [turning to Worf] Ready phasers. Shields at full. + +Worf: Yes, sir. + +Killpatrik: Very well. Nadia out. + +[The Nadia begins to move. As she nears the Enterprise, extensive damage to +her saucer section becomes plain. It is badly crumpled along an edge. The +Nadia passes over the Enterprise and disappears from the screen. Picard takes +his seat.] + +Worf: They have cleared the sphere. + +Picard: Back us out, Ensign Crusher. + +Wesley: Yes, sir. + +Picard: Stop! + +Wesley: Sir? + +Picard: Something just occured to me. Something disturbing. + +Riker: More demons? + +Picard: Of a sort, Number One. Suppose we are inside some form of magic +circle. Designed to keep something in. And suppose Commander Troi now +houses whatever it was... + +Riker: Sir, with all respect, demonic possession? + +Picard: Of a sort, Number One. I realize it may sound outrageous. But we +have encountered outrageous things in the past. Have we not? + +Riker: Yes, but... + +Picard: But what if? What if we move outside the sphere now? Will we be +setting something free? + +Riker: The Nadia has moved in and out. So have ships from the planet... + +Picard: Humans and Klingons, all. + +Riker: Are you saying we're just going to sit here? + +Killpatrik: Enterprise? Enterprise? Is everything all right? Are you +coming out? + +Picard: Negative, Nadia. We may have a complication. + +Killpatrik: Serious? + +Picard: Potentially. We shall remain in constant contact. + +Dr. Crusher [over comm-link]: Captain. This is fascinating. I think you +should come down here. + +Picard: On my way. You have the bridge, Number One + + +[Sick bay. Picard, Data, and Dr. Crusher stand by Troi's prone form.] + +Data: She appears to have no brain activity. + +Picard: A coma? + +Dr. Crusher: No. She has more brain activity than that instrument can show. +Literally, off the scale. Her body has fallen into some kind of trance to +compensate. + +Picard: She's in shock, then? + +Data: Deep sleep, perhaps? An advanced state of dreaming? + +Dr. Crusher: Basically. All sensory regions of her brain are receiving a +phenomenal amount of information. Especially her vision. She is definitely +dreaming. Only it's like she's dreaming the dreams of everybody aboard the +Enterprise. All at once. + +Data: This could reinforce your theory, Captain. If some form of higher +intelligence were seeking to control her body, this would be symptomatic. + +Picard: Yes. + +Dr. Crusher: Well, I won't rule that out, but... + +Picard: Skepticism is understandable. Can you wake her up? + +Dr. Crusher: Not with that level of brain activity. If she even came up to +the REM stage of dreaming, it would rip her optic nerve and eye muscles apart. +I can't imagine what would happen if she neared waking. The muscle spasms +would be horrible. In fact, I suspect her body would automatically shut down +again before she approached the danger thresholds. + +Picard: Is she in danger as it is? + +Dr. Crusher: That's hard to say. Physically, I don't hink so. + +Data: But insanity may be a possibility? + +Dr. Crusher: Yes. Her brain will be trying to sort out all this input. And +it will almost certainly fail... + +Data: Perhaps T'Selar... + +Picard: Vulcans! They could be in danger, also! + +Data: That is true. Vulcans do possess an advanced mental awareness. I +should not have forgotten... + +Picard [hitting comm device]: T'Selar! T'Selar! + +[No response] + +Picard: Worf! + +Worf: Yes, Captain? + +Picard: Find T'Selar immediately. Check the status of all Vulcans aboard. + +Riker: You think they may be in danger? Like Troi? + +Picard: Yes. I'm on my way to the bridge. + +Dr. Crusher: I'll do my best here, but... + +Picard: Understood. Come, Data. + + + +[Wesley's quarters. The room is dark. He is asleep. A strange shape takes +form near him. A very tall, unspeakable obesse man. Wesley wakes up.] + +Wesley: Who are you? + +Harkonnen: How rude, dear boy! I know who you are. In all politeness, you +should return the favor. + +Wesley: We've never met... + +Harkonnen: Perhaps not. You're point? + +Wesley: Then how could you know me? + +Harkonnen: Oh, poor, stupid child. Have you met everyone you know? + +Wesley: I know I don't know you. I know I'd like you to leave this room. I +know I'm about to call security. + +Harkonnen: But my beautiful little rabbit, I'm not in your room. + +Wesley: Oh, no? + +Harkonnen: I'm in your mind. + +Wesley: What!? + +Harkonnen: Oh, pitiful little creature. How sad, to be so pretty and yet so +weak of mind. But then, I suppose that is so often the case. And it makes +things so much easier for people like me. + +Wesley: Get away from me! + +Harkonnen: Oh, that would be difficult, dear Wesley. Very difficult. + +Wesley [pounding the wall comm device]: Security! Security! + +Harkonnen: Tsk, tsk. This is going to be very embarrassing. You may want +to get dressed. Then again... You may like to stay the way you are. Hmmm? + +[The bridge. Picard looks very tired. Worf enters with T'Selar.] + +Worf: I have found T'Selar. She appeared to be in a trance. I was afraid she +had suffered an attack similar to Commander Troi. She awakened quickly, +however. + +T'Selar: I felt it best to explore more before contacting you, Captain. Worf's +intrusion changed my decision. I must say, this is most fascinating. + +Picard: What? What is most fascinating? + +T'Selar: This ship. No signs of life have been detected, and yet the presence +of millions of minds is incontrovertible. + +Picard: Millions of minds? What do you mean? + +T'Selar: Precisely that. There are millions of minds aboard that ship. + +Data: I have never known a full Vulcan to exaggerate. + +T'Selar: I am not exaggerating. + +Picard: You're saying that vessel has a crew in the millions? + +T'Selar: No... + +Data: As large as it is, that vessel could not hold that many beings, unless +they were of a truly diminuative stature. + +T'Selar: Or no stature at all. + +Picard: Explain. + +T'Selar: I do not sense millions of beings. Just intellect. And it is not +originating from the ship as a whole. Rather, this mass of intellect appears +to be concentrated in a very small space. How small, I cannot say exactly. I +feel certain it is smaller than this bridge. This density accounts for my +ability to sense them. Normally, Vulcans require a close proximity and heavy +concentration before they can pick up the thoughts of others. + +Picard: Worf told you of Commander Troi, yes? + +T'Selar: Yes. + +Picard: Any ideas? + +T'Selar: I suspect the betazoid is lost. + +Picard: Lost? + +T'Selar: Lost in the conflicting emotions of so many minds. + +Riker: Well, that lays the demon theory to rest, at least. + +Picard: It would appear to. + +Worf: Security reports a disturbance, Captain. In Ensign Crusher's quarters. + +Picard: What kind of disturbance? + +Worf: Well, sir, it appears to have been a nightmare. + +Riker: He alerted security over a nightmare. + +Data: Given what we know, there may be more to it than simply a bad dream, +Captain. + +Picard: Quite right, Data. Ask Ensign Crusher to come to the bridge as soon +as possible. + +[Wesley's quarters. He sits on the edge of the bed. Harkonnen appears again] + +Harkonnen: And did we have fun explaining ourselves to the Captain? + +Wesley: I am not asleep. And yet, I can see you. + +Harkonnen: Oh, we are perceptive. + +Wesley: Are you responsible for what has happened to Commander Troi? + +Harkonnen: Oh, excellent! Truly excellent! I shall have to raise my opinion +of your mental acuity. + +Wesley: Are you? + +Harkonnen: No, dear little boy. But I could help her. + +Wesley: Oh, really? + +Harkonnen: Such a suspicious mind! That's very good. Very good, indeed. +Always alert. Hmmm. Very good. I can help you too, Wesley. + +Wesley: Oh, really? + +Harkonnen: I can teach you things beyond the knowings of this primitive little +mud-puddle-universe of yours. I can make you wise in the ways of power. And, +perhaps more importantly, I can make you feel very, very good. + +Wesley: Don't touch me! + +Harkonnen: There, doesn't that feel good? You know, Wesley, there's nothing +you can do about me. I am not something you can shoot with your cute little +phaser gun. But you know that, don't you? Yes, you do my beautiful little +boy. I can feel that you know it. You aren't such a foolish thing after all, +are you? + +Wesley: Can you really help Troi? + +Harkonnen: Ah, back to business. Such a pity. Yes, Wesley, I can. Would +you like me to help her? + +Wesley: You should be able to feel that, too... + +Harkonnen: Ah, excellent, indeed. You do remind me of another pretty lad, not +much older than you, if at all. And he came to rule an empire spanning +galaxies. What will you come to? Hmmm? + +Wesley: I have no desire to rule anything. + +Harkonnen: No, no. I guess you don't. Well, then Wesley, I'll make you a +deal. I'll help Commander Troi if you'll help me. + +Wesley: And how can I do that? + +Harkonnen: By relaxing. There. That's right. No need to fight. Yes. And +in the morning - if you still think of it as morning on this silly little +mud-puddle-hoping space toy of yours - and in the morning, dear Commander Troi +will be all better. + +Wesley: I am not a child. + +Harkonnen: Oh, no. No. Of course not. Relax. Yes, that's right. Lie back +and close your eyes. Yes, off to sleep... + + +Before I begin, I'd like to make a little request. Could someone tell me the +name of the person who would be responsible for informing the Captain about +such things as arriving ships and people wanted to open communications. It's +getting a little tiresome saying things like 'Com Officer: Captain...' + +Thanks. + +[A corridor aboard the Enterprise. Wesley walks quickly along it. A tall +woman in a cowled robe appears beside him abruptly.] + +Odrade: Do not speak. + +Wesley: But... + +Odrade: No. Do not speak. Think. I can hear your thoughts. But do not +think yet. Let us go someplace quiet. + +Wesley: Are you... + +Odrade: Do not speak. Yes. I, too, am in your mind. At once, very similar +to, and yet in reality very different from, the Baron. + +Wesley: Baron? + +Odrade: Ah, much better. Yes, walk along like that. I can hear your +thoughts. You see. No one stares. To them, you would appear to be talking to +the air. Sensitive times to appear so. + +Wesley: Baron? + +Odrade: Yes. The first Memory which appeared to you. Baron Vladimir +Harkonnen. A very dangerous man, indeed. And I am a thousand times again +more dangerous. But do not fear. + +Wesley: Who are you? + +Odrade: Odrade Atreides. Mother-Superior of the Bene Gesserit. Former +Mother Superior. Then again, current as well. After a fashion. + +Wesley: I don't understand. Any of this. + +Odrade: You would be lying to say otherwise. But I shall explain. It was +already your intent to go someplace isolated, yes? + +Wesley: Ah-huh. I go there a lot when I want to be by myself. But it doesn't +seem I can be by myself anymore. Even when I am. + +Odrade: Precious child! How true. But not true. I shall explain. There is +much I must teach you. Much that must happen. Much that must be made to +happen. But you are safe from the Baron, now. It is another who must worry. + +Wesley: Commander Troi? + +Odrade: Yes. You are very quick. That is good. I know why that must be. So +much to explain... + + +[Enterprise bridge] + +Worf: Captain. A ship approaches the Nadia. + +Picard: Main screen. + +[The ship is smaller than the Nadia. Shaped like an aerodynamic wedge or +arrow] + +Riker: I'm not familiar with that design. + +Data: I believe, Commander, that it is a Tev planet-bomber. + +Riker: Planet-bomber? + +Data: Yes. Used by Cey-4 to carry out strikes against surface targets. The +ship possesses extremely thick armor, made from a highly refined metal-ceramic +alloy. It dives through the atmosophere at speeds great enough to create a +trail of plasma. It then releases a warhead with extreme precision, and +escapes, literally, on the crest of the resulting explosion. + +Riker: What kind of warhead? + +Data: I am not certain. The engineers of Cey-4 are credited with developing +an unstable-proton device. Such a device could - in theory - achieve a +destructive force of several giga-tons. Virtually disintigrating matter +within many, many miles, and creating a colossal shock wave for hundreds more. + +Riker: Could such a device be used in space? + +Data: The warhead would be very large, making for poor missile performance. +And damage resultant from the shock wave would be trivial, if not non- +existant. + +Worf: And a starship poses far different a target than does a city. + +Picard: Yes. Mobility. That is the key to space. + +Data: The ship itself is quite mobile. Effective results could be achieved... + +Worf: Effectively suicidal. + +Data: Effective and suicidal. But is not the career of a soldier an +excercise in suicide? + +Com Officer: Captain, we are receiving a transmission from the vessel. +Colonel Lexis, commanding. + +Picard: Onscreen. + +Lexis: Greetings, Captain Picard. I am interested. What is it you plan on +doing next? + +Picard: As it stands, Colonel, I too am very interested in that question. + + +[Wesley in a lift. It goes down. He exits. A seemingly deserted portion of +the ship. Ill-lit and warehouse-like. He moves as if he has been here before. +He stops at a hatch for a few seconds, looks around, opens it, and disappears. +A tube, very long and dim with regular intervals of blue light. Wesley comes +into view and moves quite a ways down the corridor, then stops. Odrade +appears] + +Wesley: A monitor tube. Used to check on the main engines. + +Odrade: You come here often? + +Wesley: Often enough. It gets very tiring to always be the captain's son. + +Odrade: Such feelings are common in youth. Not limited by the occupation of +one's parents. + +Wesley: That doesn't make it any less tiresome. + +Odrade: No. It does not. It is good you have a place of your own. We must +all be masters of something. + +Wesley: I don't think of it that way. May I ask you something? + +Odrade: You just did. + +Wesley: Something else? What are you? + +Odrade: As I have said, I am a former Mother Superior of the Bene Gesserit. I +am also a member of the Atreides line. That helps you little. I know this. +There is, however, little else I can offer. I do not know how it is I have +come to be here. In this universe. Which is plainly not my universe. But I +am here. And many, many others like me are here as well. + +Wesley: In my mind? + +Odrade [laugh]: Oh, no, Wesley. We are in the mind of a woman - much like me +this woman - aboard the No Ship. + +Wesley: No Ship? The huge carrier? + +Odrade: Yes. A Heighliner, it is called. The finest built. The last as well. + +Wesley: You said a woman. One woman? + +Odrade: Yes. The last Mother Superior of our Order. Possibly the last +human in our universe. We have a different definition of 'human' than you. I +think you would find it exclusive and pretentious. Yet that matters little. +Mother Superior holds in her mind the memories of our entire Order. And of +all her female ancestors. The latter is typical of Reverend Mothers. However, +this Mother Superior holds her male ancestors as well. Such a feat is beyond +average Reverend Mother's, if such a thing is truly possible. + +Wesley: So you and the Baron are memories of this Mother Superior? + +Odrade: Yes. That is what we are. But we are also ourselves. Almost alive. +And some want to be alive very badly. They seek to possess their hosts. To +control an individual. This Sisterhood trains its Reverend Mothers rigourously +in the means to prevent this. But occasionally, someone will come to possess +Other Memories and yet not possess the training of a Reverend Mother. + +Wesley: Whereupon they become possessed. + +Odrade: Yes. Very good. I like you Wesley. + +Wesley: Is Troi at risk? + +Odrade: Yes. Her empathic powers have opened her to the full onslaught of +Mother Superior's Other Memories. + +Wesley: But I don't have empathic powers. + +Odrade: You are a beacon of an entirely different nature. Your genetic +structure is harmonic with Mother Superior's. And my own, for that matter. A +crude match, to be sure, but close enough. You are attracting the ghosts of +Atreides. Myself. The Baron. Others would come if you knew to call for them. + +Wesley: I don't particularly want to. Why did you come? + +Odrade: Because, Wesley, I rather like the thought of living once again. + +[Enterprise conference room. Picard, Riker, Data, Worf, and Colonel Lexis] + +Picard [voice-over]: Captain's log supplemental. We are one week into our +encounter with the Cey Behemoth - as we've come to call the giant vessel onto +which the Nadia stumbled. Dr. Crusher has just informed me Counselor Troi +has apparently recovered. The Dr. would like to keep her under direct +observation for at least one day. There are many questions I have for the +Counselor. For the past three days, we have been in constant contact with +Cey-4. Colonel Lexis of the Al-Mossad has brought her Tev bomber into the +sphere to support us. The time for action, I believe, is drawing near. + + +Data: We have been collecting information from probes launched by the +Enterprise... + +Lexis: Had not the Nadia already performed such reconnaisance? + +Data: As first and foremost a combat vessel, the Nadia does not possess the +more sophisticated intelligence gathering equipment this vessel does. + +Lexis: I see. Then your 'more sophisticated' devices have provided more +'sophisticated' information on the nature of the Behemoth? + +Data: Yes. And no. They have not provided any insight into the energy source +driving this cloaking sphere. Nor have they provided any additional clues as +to what may have transpired to bring about the Behemoth's current state - its +apparent abandonment by whoever constructed it. + +Riker: Or whatever... + +Lexis: You said additional clues. You have some already? + +Data: Only that the ship is, indeed, here. + +Lexis: I see. + +Picard: Well, Data, then what exactly have our 'more sophisticated' probes +found? + +Data: I believe we have found a way in. + +Picard: Oh, really? + +Data: I believe. As you can see, the forward section of the vessel is not +a part of the hangar region. Separating it is a roughly oval wall of +indeterminate thickness. Previously, the support apparatus within the hangar +had obscurred much of this wall's detail from the Nadia probes. We have flown +ours much closer, and have covered nearly the entire surface, generating a +nearly complete map of it's features. + +Riker: And you found the doorbell? + +Data: I do not understand. + +Riker: Never mind. + +Data: Whatever manner of civilization built this, it possessed what could +only have been an astronomical level of real wealth. + +Riker: 'Real?' + +Data: The level of available resources - both in capital and labor - must +have been literally limitless. + +Riker: Because? I mean, other than the size of the vessel? + +Data: The entire surface of this oval section is covered, completely covered, +with very intricate and ornate carvings, apparently of a purely decorative +nature. A reconstruction of that surface... + +[An image appears on screen. Point of view tracks across a surface comparable +to a reef in complexity] + +Data: There is an observed deviation of seven meters from an average +'surface.' + +Worf: Meaning this region is fourteen meters in thickness? + +Data: Yes. + +Worf: Such a collosal decorative element would show an incredible productive +capability. Such a waste of valuable resources... + +Picard: 'Waste' is perhaps not the correct word. + +Lexis: There is a potential military advantage. One we have stumbled across +already. + +Riker: That being? + +Lexis: Should the ship come under attack, it would be very difficult for the +attackers to find a way inside the main compartment. + +Riker: If anyone actually wanted to try. + +Lexis: The ship appears wildly out of scale to us. A civilization capable +of producing one such vessel probably possesses the wherewithal to produce +two. + +Data: Entirely plausible and in fact likely. + +Picard: How so? + +Data: The 'decoractive flair' we see here is not limited to this bulkhead. +The entire interior of the hangar is covered with such flourishes, on a +smaller scale. An observed deviation of only on meter. While the colonel is +correct, and the baroque main wall does obscure entrances, these smaller +ornaments serve very little function. A civilization capable of building only +one such vessel would probably not embellish it. They would most likely be +sparing with resource consumption... + +Worf: In the hopes of building another? + +Data: Yes. + +Picard: And then there is the matter of filling it up. + +Data: Yes, Captain. The very fact that this is a carrier of some kind points +to a vast supply of vessels in need of carrying. Very large vessels, at that. + +Riker: Getting back to an earlier train of thought. You said you may have +found a way in? + +Data: Yes. Here. This circular region appears to be some kind of door. + +Riker: You have doubts? + +Data: The industrial technology borders on magical. I have detected what I +think to be a seem in the surface. 'Hairline fracture' would more accurately +describe it. It is remarkable only in it's regularily. A circular portal of +some kind is my best guess. However, notice how small it is. The Enterprise +would not fit. Interesting, given the overall scale. Only a relatively small +ship - such as the Tev - could shuttle personnel between the main compartment +and the outside. + +Picard: Assuming this is the only way in. + +Data: Yes. + +Lexis: Said another way, only a small craft could supply boarding parties. + +Data: Granted. + +Riker: How do we open it? + +Data: I do not know. + +Picard: And what's on the other side. + +Data: I do not know that either, Captain. + +Lexis: A door that cannot be opened is not a door. + +Troi: I can be of help, Captain. + + +[Nadia bridge] + +First Officer: Engineering teams reporting, Captain. + +Kilpatrick: Damn about time! The verdict? + +First Officer: Main power, stabilized. Operating at full efficiency. Warp +drive units fully seald. No energy leakage. Impulse engines, eight-five +percent capacity. Torpedo tubes re-aligned and fully operational. Phaser +banks on damaged section inopperable, leaving us sixty percent capacity. + +Kilpatrick: Shields? + +First Officer: Fully operational. + +Kilpatrick: Excellent! Damn, that's good news. + +First Officer: We are still without warp capability... + +Kilpatrick: We're marines, man! Warp capability. Warp capability? Did +you hear him, Metack? Warp capability? + +First Officer: I was simply pointing out... + +Kilpatrick: Teasing, son. Just teasing. Get me the Enterprise. Cancel +that. We'll surprise 'em. Lieutenant? + +Nav. Officer: Yes, Captain? + +Kilpatrick: Move us back in. + + +[Holodeck. Wesley is alone. Three strange mechanical columns hang from +darkness. Wesley roughly at center. Poles - with blades and spikes - extend +and retract as the columns spin. Wesley deflects and dodges them. Sometimes +snapping a pole.] + +Odrade: You have adapted your body well to the lessons of my memories. The +prana-bindu trance comes naturally to you. It is only a matter now of +improving the strength of your muscle structure. + +Wesley: Won't that take time? + +Odrade: Use what I have given you. Perform the cellular restructuring. + +Wesley: What if I screw up? + +Odrade: Do not screw up. + +Wesley: This is amazing. We're talking like nothing else is going on. + +Odrade: A Reverend-Mother possesses synaptic bypasses which permit her muscles +to act essentially without direction. Virtually every cell holds an +impression of the whole. You are beginning to develop that ability. Your mind +is not burdened by the body's need to defend itself. + +Wesley: It's burdened by the thought of not defending myself. This stuff is +real! + +Odrade: Do not fear. Let the fear wash over and through you. It shall pass. +You shall not. + +Wesley: I'm trying. + +Odrade: Do not try. Really, I must congratulate you on the degree to which +you have recreated our training apparatus. + +Wesley: The holodeck is wonderful. + +Odrade: Certainly, it speaks volumes for your civilization. Ix had not +developed anything of this nature. And yet, there is a trap. A trap which +you do not yet see. + +Wesley: Trap? + +Odrade: Think on it. + + + +[Enterprise bridge] + +Worf: Captain, the Nadia is moving into the sphere. + +Riker: What are they trying to do? + +Picard: I don't know, Number One. Hail the Nadia. + +Worf: Yes, Captain. Nadia responding. + +Picard: Visual. + +Worf: Visual, Captain. + +Kilpatrick: Hey there, Picard. Didn't want you to have all the fun. + +Picard: I don't recall asking you to relieve us of the burden. + +Kilpatrick: Fancy that! I don't recall your asking, either. I crashed my +ship into that thing, Picard. I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit waiting on my +butt outside not knowing what's going on. When you told us to bug out, I +thought something serious was up. + +Riker: Something serious may be up. We can't protect both ourselves and you. + +Kilpatrick: Excuse me, I don't know who you are. + +Picard: Command Riker. My first officer. + +Kilpatrick: Ah, well, thanks for your vote of confidence, Commander. First, +we do not require protection. Second, if that thing should so much as fart, +your technicolor peacock wouldn't stand more or less of a chance given our +presence or not. + +Lexis: 'Technicolor peacock?' I must remember that. + +Kilpatrick: Oh, well hey there, Colonel Lexis. So, how do you like the creme +de la creme? + +Lexis: I prefer my own vessel. + +Kilpatrick: There's no pleasing some people, is there Picard? Oh, well. + +Troi: He's hostile, Captain. He believes we are trying to trick him. + +Picard: Thank you, Counselor. But it's rather obvious. + +Kilpatrick: Eh? I thought your gypsy was out cold. + +Riker: She appears to have recovered. + +Kilpatrick: Right. So it would seem. Well, I am hostile. Just what the hell +are you up to? + +Picard: We're not up to anything. + +Kilpatrick: Why have us leave? + +Riker: Because we were afraid whatever had knocked our 'gypsy' out cold might +do the same to one of your crew. + +Kilpatrick: Then why not leave yourself... + +Picard: It's a rather long story... + +Kilpatrick: I don't like long stories. Suffice it to say, we're back. + +Picard: Well, then. Welcome back. + +[Wesley's quarters. He sits in a meditative pose on the bed] + +Wesley: The nature of the trap becomes clear. + +Odrade: And the nature of the solution? + +Wesley: No. The solution eludes me. It is clear the state of technology +threatens the state of man. Indeed, why do we need a crew when we have the +holodeck? I could replicate their function with but myself and the main +computer. Of course, not completely, but very close. + +Odrade: And what you cannot now replicate you will yet be able to replicate. +The march of technology is inexorable and blind. The cliff lies ahead but is +not seen. + +Wesley: We will rid ourselves of it, or be ridden of. + +Odrade: Ridden of not by the technology, but by the reaction of the many to +the creations of the few. + +Wesley: A sense of irrelevance will grow within the fiber of our society. + +Odrade: First among the less able. But even the most precious skills of the +talented will not long be proof to the assualt of thinking machines. + +Wesley: Society will decay from the ground up. And when it has reached a +structurally critical point, it will burn. + +Odrade: We burned it. Twice did we set the old wood aflame and start afresh +with the new. And twice did our strength grow tenfold. + +Wesley: I wonder. Do we have the option to so grow? + +Odrade: There are always options. + +Wesley: The flames would not be directable. They would produce catastrophic +change. + +Odrade: It is from such change that the greatest growth occurs. The Butlerian +Jihad. The Scattering. This were great points in our evolution. + +Wesley: The scar of such change takes centuries to heal. + +Odrade: But the flesh holds strength where before it belonged to decay. + +Wesley: The wound would not heal in isolation. Our foes circle about always.*M +The blood would attract them. We would be destroyed. + +Odrade: I see. We had only ourselves. + +Wesley: To die slowly from within or to discard the shackles of pervasive +technology and be slain quickly from without. A quandry. + +[Conference room. Troi has entered. Dr. Crusher follows.] + +Picard: Is this 'direct observation,' Dr. Crusher. + +Beverly: She convinced me it was urgent. I'm not altogether thrilled with the +idea. + +Troi: The risk is over. It is more important I tell the Captain what I have +learned. + +Picard: Can we really be sure the risk is over? + +Beverly: No. It was very close last time. Another cardiac seizure... + +Troi: Will not happen. Captain, this vessel posses a terrible danger to us +all. + +Picard: What kind of danger? + +Lexis: Not an imminent one. It has been here two hundred years already. Are +we to believe we have stumbled on it the moment before an attack? Improbable. + +Troi: A danger is a danger. It could strike at any time. + +Picard: What could strike? + +Troi: A being sleeps aboard that ship. So long as it sleeps, we are safe. +But should it awaken, there is nothing we could do to stop it. The memories of +a million minds supply it's intellect. A calculating capacity beyond +measure. And we already can guess at the enormity of the physical resources it +would have at it's disposal. + +Picard: Such resources do not dictate hostility. + +Lexis: But the potential cannot be ignored. + +Picard: We you able to communicate with these minds? T'Selar indicated it +might be possible. + +Troi: Only in my usual fashion. I have felt their intents and desires in +aggregate. They want to be free. They want to conquer. They overflow with +confidence. They sense us, and they sense we are weak. + +Worf: Then why have they not already struck? + +Troi: They are figments of a controlling entity which sleeps. They can do +nothing so long as the physical being cannot act. + +Lexis: Well, it has not acted in over two hundred years. + +Troi: And it may well do nothing for another two hundred years. + +Piard: Or it may. + +Worf: Small odds do not offset great risks. + +Lexis: Then I suggest we find a way in. + +Picard: Do you have anything to offer Commander Data towards that end, +Counselor? + +Troi: I believe I could be of help. If I could be brought up to speed on the +external physical characteristics, I may be able to match features with what +I experienced in the mental realm. + +Picard: Well then Data, make it so. + +[Ten Forward. Riker and Troi at a table] + +Troi: I wanted to speak to you alone. + +Riker: Why? + +Troi: It's about Wesley, and before I said anything to the Captain, I wanted +to run it by you. I know the Captain feels a great responsibility towards +Wesley... + +Riker: Anything that concerns this ship concerns the Captain. + +Troi: Well, I'm not sure it concerns the ship. I will let you be the judge. +Wesley appears very different to me now. + +Riker: How so? + +Troi: He has become guarded. So guarded, even why I try I cannot 'read' the +slightest hint of an emotion. He has become like T'Selar. + +Riker: Like a Vulcan? + +Troi: Almost exactly. And there has been a marked increase in his composure. +By several orders of magnitude. He carries himself with the confidence of a +very experienced man, and not the young man that he is. + +Riker: I sense a return to talk of demons... + +Troi: I just think you should observe him. Just casually. And see what you +think. + +Riker: I think he's probably just under stress. We all are. + +Troi: That's just it! Everyone shows signs of stress. It hangs in the air. +I can almost feel it. You. Worf. The Captain. All experienced fighting +men. + +Riker: But not Wesley? + +Troi: Not Wesley. No fear. No apprehension. Not even helplessness! Like a +Vulcan. Nothing! + +Riker: I see. I'll definitely look into it. + +Troi: Thank you, Commander. + +[Enterprise science lab. Wesley is alone. Casual attire. Data enters.] + +Data: Hello, Wesley. It is very late. I am surprised to find someone here. + +Wesley: I'm surprised to find someone else here. + +Data: I did not mean to intrude. + +Wesley: No problem, Data. I've been here awhile. I'm going on a hunch. + +Data: A hunch? A human state I find difficult to understand. What are you +looking at? The surface of the planet? + +Wesley: Yes. + +Data: You think there may be clues to the nature of the Behemoth? + +Wesley: There is more to this planet than sand. + +Data: That is true. The inhabitants of Cey-4 do not like to be spied on. +And they have the technology to detect our scans. + +Wesley: I am scanning well beyond any population centers. + +Data: What are you looking for? + +Wesley: That. + +Data: Sand? Correct me if I am wrong, but did you not say... + +Wesley: What's under the sand, Data. That's what I'm looking at. + +Data: You are using visual scan only. The scanners are not set to penetrate +the surface. You therefore cannot be looking at what is beneath the sand. + +Wesley: The surface shows signs of what is beneath. You just have to look. + +Data: I see only sand. + +Wesley: Look harder. + +Data: I do detect some shifting patterns. Winds, perhaps? No, the shape is +wrong. Something large is moving just beneath the surface. I am surprised +you are able to detect them with only your unaided eye. + +Wesley: My eye is not unaided. + +Data: I do not understand. + +Wesley: Any moment now... + +Data: Any moment now... something will happen? What will happen? + +Wesley: Watch. + +Data: I am watching. + +Wesley: Keep watching. There! + +Data: I see. Some manner of giant worm... + +Wesley: Over two-hundred meters long. + +Data: Fascinating. And was it your 'hunch' that you would find worms over +two hundred meters long on the planet's surface? + +Wesley: No, Data. It was my 'hunch' that I would find something. As to +what, I had no idea. + +Data: To proceed with observation when you have no expected goal is a most +unscientific undertaking. + +Wesley: So sue me. + +Data: Why? + +Wesley: Why not? + +Data: I do not understand. + +Wesley: Why not? + +Data: Because I am not human. + +Wesley: Why not? + +Data: That is a very strange question, Wesley. + +Wesley: The finding the answer be your goal. + + +[Ten Forward. Data and Riker at a table] + +Data: Commander, Wesley has disturbed me. + +Riker: You too? + +Data: I take it others have come across his unusual mannerisms as well? + +Riker: Troi mentioned something. What happened? + +Data: I came across him very late at night in the science lab. He was out of +uniform. I thought that unusual in itself. More unusual, he was scanning the +planet's surface, as if he knew what he was looking for. + +Riker: What!? Doesn't he understand the sensitivity... + +Data: Apparently so. He was scanning well away from any occupied regions. + +Riker: Even so... + +Data: Even so, there is some risk of provocation. However, he did 'discover' +a new form of life. + +Riker: What!? + +Data: Yes. A species indiginous to this world, so far as my memory is aware. +A giant worm, several hundred meters long... + +Riker: Now that's a life form. + +Data: Yes. And he seemed to expect it to be there. This creature spends a +great deal of time beneath the surface of the sand. It burrows. As it nears +the surface, signs of it's passage become visible. They are very minute. And +yet, he detected them easily. He was even able to predict relative sizes as +we watched. + +Riker: You think these perceptions super-human? + +Data: That is a strange term to me, Commander. I would think it not possible +for him to have extrapolated so much information from such simple signs with +only his eyes. I have always known Wesley to be bright, however... + +Riker: However this seems excessive? + +Data: Yes. But that is not what disturbed me. + +Riker: Oh? What then? + +Data: He asked me why I was not human. + +Riker: He what? + +Data: I did not interpret it as a hostile question. + +Riker: Then how did you interpret it? + +Data: As a problem to be solved. + +Riker: How? You're not human because you're not. What is there to solve? +It's pretty clear something's up. + +Data: Up is a relative term in space, Commander. + +Riker: Something is wrong, Data. + +Data: You were not wrong, Commander. It is possible to be 'up' in space... + +Riker: Data... Something's wrong with Wesley. + +Data: You think he is sick? + +Riker: I'll look into it. Thank you for your input, Data. + +Data: I am designed to be of help. + +[T'Selar's quarters. Wesley enters] + +Wesley: May I speak with you? + +T'Selar: Of course. + +Wesley: I have acquired knowledge of tremendous use. To myself. To this +ship. To the Federation itself. + +T'Selar: How have you come to possess this knowledge? + +Wesley: It is not possible for me to possess it. + +T'Selar: Such an impossibility is, itself, impossible. Either you do or you +do not. If indeed you possess knowledge, plainly, it is not impossible for +you to possess such knowledge. + +Wesley: Yet it is. + +T'Selar: From where did this knowledge come? + +Wesley: From the vessel we call Behemoth. I know many things about this ship +we could not hope to discover in countless lifetimes. Down to the very name +of the man who designed and oversaw it's construction fifty-thousand miles +above the world Ix. + +T'Selar: I do not know this world, Ix. + +Wesley: It lies within the Andromeda galaxy. But not in our universe. + +T'Selar: The Behemoth is from an existence which parallel's our own? + +Wesley: Yes. + +T'Selar: And you came to know this through some manner of communication with +the Behemoth? + +Wesley: Yes. + +T'Selar: I have felt many minds aboard that ship. Perhaps millions. I would +not have thought it possible for you to have felt them as well, in that you +are human. You are, therefore, correct. I would not have thought it possible +that you could possess this knowledge. + +Wesley: You have felt the million beings within the single being that is +Mother Superior. + +T'Selar: Explain. + +Wesley: Aboard that vessel is a woman who, in her own universe, would be +known - and feared - as Mother Superior. First among a body of women known as +Reverend Mothers, themselves part of a greater whole known as Bene Gesserit. + +T'Selar: What is the relevance of this? + +Wesley: Within the mind of a Reverend Mother dwell the images - ghosts - of +her ancestors. She may call upon these ghosts as if they lived. She may gain +knowledge and insight from them. Their memories are her own. These are the +Other Memories of the Bene Gesserit. + +T'Selar: Fascinating. Each individual would possess the wisdom of untold age. +That would convey tremendous power. + +Wesley: Indeed. Beyond this age, the Reverend Mother was an unequaled master +of body and mind. Given the existence of Other Memories, such mastery was +required. + +T'Selar: Explain. + +Wesley: Like any ghost, these Other Memories want to be alive. + +T'Selar: Possession was a risk? + +Wesley: Only a slight one to a fully trained Reverend Mother. To anyone else +who acquired them, Other Memories were a potent threat. Those who became +possessed were known as Abomination. + +T'Selar: What is the relevance of this? + +Wesley: Troi is Abomination. + +T'Selar: And you? + +Wesley: I am Bene Gesserit. + + +[Enterprise bridge] + +Data: Captain. I have been monitoring strange gravitation anomolies in our +vicinity for several days now. They have been very faint. I wished to be +certain, and I now am. + +Picard: Certain of? + +Data: We are surrounded by cloaked vessels. + +Riker: What!? Full alert.... + +Picard: Cancel. + +Riker: Captain? + +Picard: Not yet, Number One. Any patterns? + +Data: Negative, Captain. They have moved very little. + +Riker: Romulans? + +Picard: I doubt it, Number One. + +Lexis: Al-Mossad. + +Riker: Oh, really? + +Lexis: We are impressed, Captain. We were not aware Starfleet sensor +technology had advanced to such a point. I shall reprimand our intelligence +services. + +Riker: Cey-4 possesses cloaking technology? + +Lexis: That would seem obvious, Commander. A modification of the Romulan +design. + +Riker: Might I ask where you came by this technology? + +Lexis: You might as well not. + +Data: A modification? + +Lexis: We compensate for compaction of gravitational waves perpendicular to +our high-velocity approach towards target craft. Speed is everything to Al- +Mossad. Manueverability our greatest weapon. + +Data: And by remaining stationary or moving about slowly, these ships not only +eliminate the advantages of your modifications, but actually become more +vulnerable to detection. + +Lexis: Correct. + +Riker: When were you planning on mentioning these ships? + +Lexis: I was not aware of their presence. + +Riker: And we should believe that? + +Troi: I detect no traces of deception, Commander. + +Lexis: I have no reason to lie. Had I known, my response would have been: I +would not have mentioned them. + +Picard: And how many are there? + +Lexis: Again, Captain, I do not know. However many it was felt would be +required. + +Riker: Required by? + +Lexis: By the Enterprise and Nadia. + +Worf: As friend or foe? + +Lexis: As either. + + +[T'Selar's quarters] + +T'Selar: Our minds shall become as one. What I know, you shall know. What +you know, I shall know. + +Wesley: We shall be together one mind, one body. + +T'Selar: United. + +[Picard's Ready Room] + +Picard: Commander Data, your report. + +Data: As you know, I have been working with Counselor Troi. Her experience +has led to some interesting developments. + +Riker: Such as? + +Data: The relief covering the interior of the hangar seems to be a history of +the civilization responsible for constructing the Behemoth. It encompasses +both a geographic - in an astronomical sense - and socio-political development +of an empire spanning at least three galaxies. + +Riker: Galaxies? You can't be serious. + +Troi: We are serious, Commander. Three galaxies. + +Worf: Such an Empire would possess formidable resources. + +Picard: 'Formidable' is not the word. + +Data: Indeed. 'Astronomical.' There is more, Captain. One of those galaxies +is the Milky Way. + +Worf: Then why have we not encountered this Empire before? Surely... + +Troi: It's existence has not crossed our own until the Behemoth embarked upon +it's journey. + +Picard: Explain. + +Data: The Behemoth appears to be from a universe parallel to our own. Parallel +with several notable exceptions. Most significantly, there is no record of any +form of life other than human. Terra experienced uncontested expansion, to +the extent Earth became an insignificant and perhaps even forgotten part of +history. No special notice is paid it... + +Picard: Such expansion would take millenia. + +Data: By Troi's and my own calculations, approximately thirty-five thousand +years of history are represented. + +Riker: Thirty-five hundred. + +Data: Why do you say that, Commander Riker? + +Riker: You said thirty-five thousand. + +Data: That is because I meant to say thirty-five thousand. I am incapable of +making a 'slip of the tongue.' + +Picard: That's a lot of history. + +Data: And it is one replete with war and catastrophe. + +Troi: And should this sleeping dragon awaken, we would all know a taste of +that catastrophe. + +Picard: Do you still feel you have a way inside? + +Data: I feel more certain that I have found a door. The disk which I brought +to your attention earlier corresponds to a planet. In size, it far exceeds +the scale of any other object in the relief. It appears to represent a desert +world. A detailed image... + +Riker: It looks like it's being eaten by some kind of giant worm... Wesley! + +Picard: What? + +Riker: Uh, nothing, Captain... + +Picard: 'Nothing?' Number One? You said 'Wesley.' What about Wesley? + +Riker: Data... + +Picard: What about Wesley? + +Data: Wesley discovered a species of worm on the surface of Cey-4. Not +unlike the ones we see here. + +Picard: On the surface? + +Lexis: We know these worms. They measure in length up to four hundred meters. +Yet, we do not recall having given our blessing to any observation of the +planet's surface. Had you asked, it would have been given. You did not ask. + +Picard: I assure you, Colonel Lexis, this observation was not made with my +permission. + +Lexis: What, then, is the punishment for acting without the permission of one's +Captain? + +Picard: That depends on the seriousness... + +Lexis: This is very serious Captain. + +Picard: I understand. + +Lexis: I am in a position to demand immediate action. + +Riker: Demand is a strong word. + +Lexis: I am a woman who speaks what she means and knows what she speaks. +Demand is the right word. + +Troi: Commander Riker? + +Riker: Yes, Troi. I remember your concerns. Yours as well, Data. + +Picard: Concerns? About? Wesley? + +Riker: Yes, Captain. About Wesley... + +Picard: Why were not these concerns brought to my attention. + +Riker: They were about to be, Sir. This has forced the issue somewhat. + +Picard: Somewhat? Somewhat!? What were these concerns, Counselor? + +Troi: Perhaps Commander... + +Picard: Perhaps this ship's Counselor would be better suited at explaining her +own concerns about a fellow member of this ship's crew to this ship's +Captain! + +Troi: Yes, Sir. Wesley does not appear to be entirely himself... + +[Wesley's Quarters. A knock in the night] + +Wesley: Hey, Worf. What's up? It's late. + +Worf: I am placing you under arrest, Ensign Crusher. Please, get dressed. + +Wesley: What?! + +Worf: You have scanned Cey-4 without authorization. Colonel Lexis is... +distressed. + +Wesley: But I kept away from all their cities... + +Worf: That does not change the fact you acted without authorization. The +Captain is... distressed. + +Wesley: So he's placing me under arrest? + +Worf: I am to take you to Detention Center 5. You will be held there until +agreement is reached between Colonel Lexis and the Captain. + +Wesley: What kind of agreement? + +Worf: Colonel Lexis wishes you extradited to the surface. + +[Picard's Ready Room. Lexis and Picard present. To the Colonel's right sits +a grim, muscular man in soldier garb.] + +Lexis: I am sorry for this development, Captain. But I will not compromise +the integrity of my world for the sake of convenience. + +Picard: I understand, Colonel. + +Lexis: Wesley is dear to you, yes? + +Picard: Yes. + +Lexis: Than this is a double misfortune. + +Picard: A triple misfortune. + +Lexis: How so? + +Picard: Wesley has broken Starfleet regulation. Should you be granted +jurisdiction, which I think likely, it will only be the first of his trials. + +Lexis: Space does not make a proper home for a child. When they come to +grief, we follow helplessly after, do we not? His trials shall be your trials. +As one who would be a mother, my pity for you is sincere. Yet as a soldier, +I know my duty. When shall your Starfleet Command respond to our ambassador's +request? + +Picard: They will treat this with the highest priority. + +Lexis: That is good. The sooner we have put these misfortunes behind us, the +better. For us all. + +Worf [via comm]: Starfleet, sir. For your eyes only. + +Picard: Thank you, Worf. Well, here it is. + +Admiral: Jean-Luc. Colonel. Major. + +Lexis: We appreciate you promptness in responding to our concerns, Admiral. +Frankly, it surprises us. + +Admiral: We recognize the gravity of the situation, Colonel. Starfleet will +not interfere in your handling of this situation. Provided, of course, Ensign +Crusher receives a proper defense. + +Lexis: He shall be treated fairly. Though serious, this breach of trust +appears neither to have been malignant nor overly damaging. Cases based only +in principle receive commensurate punishment. + +Admiral: Well, thank you, Colonel. I afraid his offense is more than +principle so far as Starfleet is concerned. But we shall defer first action +to you. I'm sorry about this, Jean-Luc. Starfleet out. + +Picard: We all have our duty, and we all know our duty. There is no need for +sorrow. Enterprise out. + +Lexis: It is true we all have our duty. I have said so myself. But there is +always need for sorrow. Without it, we are automatons masquerading as human. + +[Detention Cell 5 (the brig). Wesley in a cell. Glowing pane between him and +rest of room. Single security guard present.] + +Sergeant: Never thought I'd see you down here. + +Wesley: There are worse places to be. + +Sergeant: Like? + +Wesley: In bed with a Vulcan's wife the one day out of seven years he comes +home and wants some action. + +[Enterprise bridge. Riker Commanding] + +Data: Excuse me, Sir. I am detecting anomolies in some of the main computer's +executing code segments. + +Riker: Anomolies? + +Data: Yes, Commander. The manufacturer uses that term to refer to 'bugs.' It +means a failure of the system to operate as specified... + +Riker: What kind of anomoly, Data? + +Data: Actually, there are two. One appears to be blatant tampering. As for +the other, I am not sure. It is very subtle. + +Riker: Tampering? Where? + +Data: Both pertain to automatic procedures in Detention Cell 5. + +Riker: Worf! + +Worf: At once, Commander. + +[Detention Cell 5. Troi enters] + +Troi: I could here you laughing all the way down the hall, Sergeant. I'm +glad one of you is enjoying himself. + +Sergeant: Oh. Oh. Sorry. Sorry, Counselor. It's just... + +Wesley: No harm in a little fun, eh Troi? + +Troi: No. There is not... + +[Wesley appears to push through the shimmering field. It stretches out with +him for a ways, and then he is clear. With a single blow, he knocks the +sergeant senseless, tossing him across the room. At the same time, Troi +raises a phaser. It fires, striking the wall behind where both Wesley and +the sergeant used to be. Wesley rolls across the floor. He kicks up with his +foot, disarming Troi. In an instant, he is on his feet behind her, an arm +around her neck. An instant after that, she collapses.] + +[Enterprise Bridge] + +Riker: Determine the nature of these 'anomolies' immediately, Commander Data. + +Data: I am trying. + +Riker: Do it. + +Data: The first is obvious. It bypasses the internal visual monitoring +systems in Detention Cell 5. + +Riker: Fix it. + +Data: Fixed. + +Riker: Show me Detention Cell 5. + +[The detention cell appears, main screen. Both the sergeant and Troi lay +motionless on the floor. Wesley is nowhere to be seen. Worf enters abruptly. +Riker watches him alert Medical] + +Data: Fascinating. + +Riker: What, Data? + +Data: I have determined the nature of the second anomoly. All detention cell +restraining fields have been set such that they will deactivate once a given +level of force is exerted... + +Riker: Fascinating, Data. Just fascinating... + +Data: But there is more... + +Riker: Captain [striking his com link] Wesley has escaped. He seems to have +been one step ahead of us. + +Data: That would fit his personality profile well. + +Riker: Thank you, Data. Red alert. + +[Picard enters] + +Picard: Brief me, Number One. + +Riker: Wesley sabotaged our computer system, enabling him to escape. Counselor +Troi and a security sergeant have been wounded. Status pending. Worf has +deployed security throughout the ship. + +Data: It is a big ship, Captain. And Wesley knows it as well as anyone. + +Picard: Better, perhaps. Analysis, Commander Data. + +Data: There have been two modifications to the main computer, Captain. One +occured approximately twenty three hours and seventeen minutes prior to this +moment. Very sophisticated and subtle, it automatically shuts down the +restraining fields in the detention cells after a given level of force has +been applied. That level of force, however, is quite high... + +Picard: To prevent some drunk from accidentally revealing the modification? + +Data: I don't understand, Captain. But it could have been to prevent +detection. In any event, I would not have thought it possible for Wesley to +exert the level of force required. And the pain would have been well beyond +the typical threshold, perhaps even for a Klingon... + +Picard: It's becoming increasingly clear that Wesley is not Wesley. + +Data: The other modification occured much more recently. Within an hour. +More crude, it edited video flow through the monitoring system responsible for +Cell 5. + +Picard: An hour? Wesley couldn't have done it, then... + +Data: It would be possible for an automatic routine to querry the main +computer regularly, waiting until it could determine where Wesley was being +held. Once established, it could then execute another routine, implementing +the editing. Both routines could terminate themselves, making it difficult to +detect them. + +Picard: Could Wesley have done that? + +Data: Almost certainly, Captain. + +Picard: How was the video feed modified? + +Data: Fifteen thousand half-second samples were taken of the Detention Cell. +These were then fed repeatedly into the display. An attempt was made to +'average' the sequences. A dubious scheme at best, but it appears to have +worked. + +Picard: Indeed. Engineering [hitting com link] eliminate power to all +transporter platforms. + +Riker: You think he might try and get off the ship? + +Picard: That's what I would do, Number One. + +Data: But where would you go, Captain? + +[Battle bridge. Wesley alone. All screen are active. While he types +furiously at a console, he gives vocal instructions to the computer. Odrade +appears] + +Computer: I am sorry. Access to those systems strictly prohibited... One +moment... Accessing... + +Odrade: You appear at home with these machines. + +Wesley: They do what I tell them. A pleasant change. + +Odrade: You read the signs very well. + +Wesley: With Troi? By keeping her hand so close to her side, she betrayed +her concealed weapon. I suspect it was the Baron's intent to kill the +sergeant, fake my escape, and kill me. A foolish plan. To think he would be +a match. + +Odrade: The Baron does not understand the full scope of our abilities. He +probably assumed I could only teach you, and not transfer my skills to you +directly. He will not make the same mistake again. + +Wesley: He will not get the chance. + +Computer: I am sorry. Access to those systems strictly prohibited... + +[Enterprise bridge. Picard commanding] + +Data: Captain, the cargo bay transporter platform has become active. + +Picard [hitting com]: Command La Forge, it was my explicit order that power +to all transporter platforms be cut. Make it so at once! + +Geordi: I did, Captain! I don't understand... + +Picard: Make yourself understand, Mr. La Forge. + +Geordi: Yes, Captain. + +Data: Shuttle Craft number 4 has initiated warm-up sequence. Hangar deck +automatic systems preparing for it's departure. + +Riker: Escape in a shuttle craft? That would be foolish... + +Picard: Indeed, Number One. + +Data: Perhaps not, Captain. All phaser and torpedo systems, deactivated. +Tractor beam, inoperable. + +Riker: Wesley! He's taken over the ship! + +Troi [entering]: I sensed that was his intent, Captain. That is why I went +to the Detention Cell. Had I realized how much he could do... + +Picard: Twice now, Counselor, you have refrained from informing me of you +'feelings.' Do not let it happen again. Understood? + +Troi: Yes, Captain. + +Picard: Data, this is your sphere. Regain control of the ship immediately. + + +[Nadia bridge] + +Tactical: Captain, the Enterprise is attempting to take control of our ship +via remote link. + +Kilpatrick: What!? Stop them! Wait. Wait. Don't stop them. + +Tactical: Sir? + +Kilpatrick: They think we're stupid? They think we won't notice something +like that!? Let 'em think it. Are her shields up? + +Tactical: Negative, Captain. + +Kilpatrick: Let 'em think everything's just peachy with their plan. Let 'em +think they've got the thick headed grunts right where they want them... + +First Officer: But sir. They will have control of our ship. + +Kilpatrick: They'll have our computer. We'll have their bridge. + +First Officer: Sir? + +Kilpatrick: Form a boarding party. Twenty men. Take Commander Akhruk and +his special forces boys. They've been whining for a week. Bored? They won't +be bored for long. Well, move man! I can play games, too. Let me tell you, +I can play games! + + +[Enterprise corridor. Wesley moves quickly. He pauses for an instant, but +does not stop. A security officer leaps at him from a side corridor. Not +surprised, Wesley dodges the man easily, grabbing him by the neck and throwing +him to the floor. Another leaps out, but approaches Wesley more cautiously. +Wesley sends him flying backwards with a lightning kick just as two more +appear. Wesley drops into a ready stance as they charge him. Just as they +are about to reach him, he spins around, raising his arms. Worf descends on +him after a flying leap. Wesley grabs Worf and rolls to the ground, crashing +into the security officers in front. There are several loud cracking sounds. +Wesley continues to roll. A last officer steps out with a phaser. He fires a +stun blast. It hits Wesley, but does not seem to affect him. The man does not +get a second shot. Worf pulls himself painfully to his feet. Wesley's back +is to him. Worf raises a phaser.] + +Worf: I am sorry, Wesley Crusher. + +Wesley [voice very strange and rythmic]: No, Worf. You are not going to +shoot me... + + +[Enterprise bridge.] + +Data: Captain, scanners indicate tell-tale energy patterns presaging an +imminent transporter manifestation... + +Riker: What was that, Data? + +[The bridge fills with several energy fields, indicating the arrival of the +Nadia's boarding party. Twenty men (actually, roughly half are Klingon), +including the Nadia's First Officer appear.] + +Picard: What is the meaning of this? + +Kilpatrick [appearing on main screen]: With the authority of Starfleet Central +Command, I am placing you and your ship under military arrest, Captain Jean-Luc +Picard, for tampering with the failsafe remote mechanisms and the baseless +seizing of control of the USS Nadia. + +Data: Seven Tev bombers dropping cloak protection. Weapons armed and ready. + +Lexis [pushing forward]: I am not amused by this, Captains. I will remind you +that Al-Mossad is not a part of Starfleet, and that a colonel of that +organization is not one to be held hostage lightly. It is, in fact, our +forte. If this is an elaborate ploy on Starfleet's part to keep Wesley +Crusher from me - and past profiles of certain Starfleet officers give me +reason to think such might be the case - be warned. + +Kilpatrick: Calm down, Colonel. This has nothing to do with you, and I don't +have a clue in hell who Wesley Crusher is, and I sure as hell wouldn't allow +my ship to be taken over in some 'elaborate ploy.' + +Picard: And I sure as hell would not take it over, Captain. + +Data: Actually, Sir, Captain Kilpatrick is correct. The Enterprise has taken +control of the Nadia via Starfleets failsafe devices... + +Kilpatrick: Number One, disengage the remote. + +[The Nadia's First Officer moves to Data's station. Data does not interfere. +Dr. Crusher enters. A klingon near the door lowers his heavy phaser. He +steps behind her, preventing her from backing into the lift.] + +Dr. Crusher: What is this? + +Picard: Beverly... + +Dr. Crusher: Wesley? + +[The access tube Wesley first went with Odrade. She appears just within the +data-station's blue glow. He types on a small keyboard extended from the wall.] + +Odrade: You have access to the ship from this small device. + +Wesley: Not to all of it. Only to the propulsion systems. + +Odrade: Sufficient, yes? + +Wesley: I sense remorse. + +Odrade: Once separated from Mother Superior by the No Sphere, I will not be +able to come to you as I know can. I shall miss you, Wesley Crusher. + +Wesley: The knowledge you have given me will remain. Including knowledge of +the Spice formulas which will trigger Other Memories. We shall meet again. + +Odrade: I know this. Yet, having 'lived' for even this short time, I shall +still miss you, as a mother may miss her children who have gone off to +school. + +Wesley: Or she may not. + +Odrade [laughter]: Or she may not. Thoughts of Mother Superior also make me +sad. + +Wesley: How so? + +Odrade: She has spent all her existence - from conception to the present - +within the confines of the No Ship. + +Wesley: To escape the Atreides prescient visions? + +Odrade: She is far more sensitive than any Atreides before her. More so, even +than the God Emperor. She is not, in fact, prescient. She is omniscient +within a confined period of space-time. The longer she concentrates, the +greater the extent of her omniscience. She feared - and rightly so - becoming +as the God Emperor. An all-pervasive force. + +Wesley: Captain Picard likened the No Sphere to a magic circle imprisoning +a demon. Ironic that the demon should have wished to be confined. + +Odrade: Ironic also that while fearing she may become the God Emperor, she has +in fact been forced to live as he did. Alone. + +Wesley: The strength of her presence would be overbearing to any but a +Reverend Mother. And even for them, I imagine standing near her would be +painful. + +Odrade: In the same room, an ordinary man would be lost. Even the Reverend +Mothers who spoke with her had to guard constantly against Abomination. Your +Troi has experienced what it would be like. + +Wesley: An experience soon to be behind her. + +[Enterprise bridge. Things have calmed down somewhat. The boarding party no +longer brandishes their weapons. Lexis finishes communicating with the Al- +Mossad ships. They return to a cloaked state. Worf enters. His face is +badly bruised. He shows signs of great pain. And of confusion at the state +of affairs. Dr. Crusher immediately moves to examine him.] + +Beverly: You've got at least three broken ribs. One of them could have +punctured a lung - or your heart - by your moving... + +Riker: What the hell happened? + +Worf: Captain. Perhaps I should speak with you in private? And Dr. Crusher. + +Beverly: Wesley! What have you done to Wesley! + +Worf: Captain? + +Picard: What has happened, Worf. + +Worf: I came upon Wesley. En route to Engineering. Myself and five members +of security. He overcame us easily... + +Riker: Overcame you... + +Worf: Easily. He is why I am as you see me. This despite our advantages +in strength and numbers. He fought like... + +Picard: Like? + +Worf: Like a demon, Captain. + +Beverly: And!? + +Worf: One of my men hit him with a phaser. On full stun. He was not even +slowed... + +Beverly: And!? + +Worf: And I killed him. + +Beverly: Wesley is dead? No. He can't be dead. I would have felt it, damn +you! I would have felt it if he were dead! + +Picard: Beverly... + +Worf: A maximum strength phaser discharge, leaving no... + +Picard: Worf. + +Beverly: I would have felt it... + +[Enterprise bridge. Dr. Crusher led away by Riker to Picard's Ready Room. +Colonel Lexis steps before Picard.] + +Lexis: Convenient, I am thinking, Starfleet phasers leave no trace. No, do +not speak. I am also thinking perhaps Starfleet intelligence is not the +oxymoron we joke about, and perhaps you are familiar with my psychological +profile. Indeed, you have your Counselor there... Perhaps you know how +distasteful I would find it to press into the death of a child while in the +presence of his mother. Indeed, I will not. No, do not speak. I am also +thinking: this scenario we have witnessed, it is most implausible. Yet, if +your purpose was deception, an implausible scenario would be an unlikely means +by which to deceive. Unless you are so devious as to have already ventured +this far down the line of reasoning, which I doubt. I shall, therefore, assume +that despite it's implausibility, what you say has happened has happened. I +shall inform Al-Mossad the prisoner will not be transfered. Reason: death. +We shall consider the issue closed. Should the future prove my judgement +wrong, I shall personally pursue every officer aboard this ship, no matter +where in space they may hide. And I shall kill them. + +Worf: You will not find us wanting... + +Lexis: But I will find you. + +Picard: Enough. Starfleet does not play such games. I do not play such +games. My crew does not play such games. + +Lexis: I trust you, Captain Picard. Once lost, however, my trust can never +be regained. [hitting com] Remove me from this ship. + +[Lexis and the major with her are transported away] + +Kilpatrick [on main screen]: Well, what's good enough for that she-devil sure +as hell's good enough for a simple old man like me. I shall notify Starfleet +I am satisfied the infiltration was the result of sabotage aboard the +Enterprise. + +Picard: Thank you, Captain. + +Kilpatrick: No hard feelings? + +Picard: Had the tables been turned, my actions would have been similar. + +Kilpatrick: Good, then. Come on home, boys. + +[The Nadia marines vanish. Riker returns. He starts to ask a question. Data +interrupts.] + +Data: Impulse engines coming on line, Captain. + +Picard [via come]: Mr. La Forge, what's going on? + +Geordi: Nothing unusual, Captain... + +Picard: The impulse engines are coming online. + +Geordi: Is that unusual? We're getting standard feed from Navigation... + +Picard: You most certainly are not... + +Troi: The Voice! He used the Voice! You fool, you didn't kill anyone! + +Picard: Counselor! Explain yourself at once! + +Troi: Bitches! + +Picard: Counselor! + +Troi [laughter]: Counselor! Counselor! How sad, a Captain without a mind. +You have your Counselor. You have your thinking mechanical man. What need +have you for a mind... + +Picard: Worf... + +Troi [more laughter]: Oh, don't bother, Captain. I'll be finished soon +enough. Your precious Wesley will see to that. Precarious. My existence +here has always been somewhat precarious. + +Worf: Wesley is dead... + +Riker: And it looks like we've found another demon. + +Troi: Wesley is not dead and I am not a demon. Well, maybe I am. Actually, +I like the sound of that. The Demon Harkonen. Yes. It resonates nicely in +my mind. + +[The Enterprise starts to move] + +Picard: Mr. La Forge, stop this ship! + +Troi: Yes, yes. Stop it, Mr. La Forge. Do make it stop. Oh, please, Mr. +La Forge, make it stop. How helpless you must feel, Captain. + +Geordi: Captain! The automatic systems aren't responding. + +Troi: Helpless. I tried to save you. Really, I did. Oh, I'm sure you and +I wouldn't always see eye to eye, Johnny. But we'd understand each other. The +Witches, though... There's no understanding the Witches. You have no idea +what's gotten loose in your pathetic little backwater. In all the vastness +of the Empire, a single Gesserit Witch almost faded into the background. But +almost is such a meaningless word. Here... Oh, I pity you. The slightest +smidgen. That's what you've seen. The most itsy-bitsy, teensie-weensie +smidgen, of what your precious little jewel of a boy can do. Here we go... + +[The Enterprise has turned around and is moving away from the Behemoth] + +Picard: Pull the plug, Mr. La Forge... + +Troi: Oh, I like that. + +[Engineering. Geordi races through the gridwork of mecha. T'Selar steps out +in front ofA#him.] + +Geordi: T'Selar! What are you doing here? + +T'Selar: It is correct for the ship to pass out of the sphere. You should not +stop it. + +Geordi: Orders are orders. No time to chat... + +[He pushes forward. T'Selar casually reaches out and administers the +infamous nerve crunch. Back on the bridge, Picard waits impatiently.] + +Picard: Mr. La Forge. Mr. La Forge! + +Troi: Well, that's that. Don't feel too bad, Captain. I had everything I'd +worked for, everything I'd slaved for and compromised for and tortured myself +for... everything, runied by the Witches and a teenage brat. Destroyed. Poof! +All gone. Everything. And he was such a darling little boy. Such beautiful +eyes... Ah, such beautiful eyes. I wonder if I'll get to see what this +darling lad has in store for you? Him and his Witches. [laughter] Of course +I will! How willy of me! Of course I will! + +[The Enterprise passes through the No Sphere. Troi stumbles forward a bit, +then shakes her head as if in a daze. She looks up.] + +Troi: Captain? I feel very strange, Captain. + +[Wesley and Odrade in the maintenance tube.] + +Odrade: Have you thought on the quandry? + +Wesley: I have. + +Odrade: And? + +Wesley: I have the beginning of a solution. Taken, in part, from the +memories you have given me. + +Odrade: It involves the No Ship? + +Wesley: Provided Mother Superior does not have other plans, yes. + +Odrade: She well may. Is it your intent to use the No Ship as a weapon? + +Wesley: And the Fremen. + +Odrade: Dear child, my memories and the facts of this universe are not one in +the same. The Fremen... + +Wesley: The Fremen exist. We even have one aboard. + +Odrade [laugh]: Can you here me, Jessica? Does he not remind you of your +own son? + +Wesley: You speak to another Memory? + +Odrade: She is very deep. The older memories sleep more soundly... + +[Odrade vanishes] + +Wesley: Odrade? Odrade? Reverend Mother...? Ah, the Sphere. + +[Wesley drops down onto the floor, in the middle of the pool of light] + +Wesley: I'm frightened, Odrade. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dwarftre b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dwarftre new file mode 100644 index 00000000..c4c48d74 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/dwarftre @@ -0,0 +1,1988 @@ +Path: moe.ksu.ksu.edu!zaphod.mps.ohio-state.edu!uwm.edu!spool.mu.edu!agate!boulder!qso.Colorado.EDU!burtonr +From: burtonr@qso.Colorado.EDU (Richard Burton) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Dwarf Trek +Message-ID: <1992Apr21.220218.29145@colorado.edu> +Date: 21 Apr 92 22:02:18 GMT +Article-I.D.: colorado.1992Apr21.220218.29145 +Sender: news@colorado.edu (The Daily Planet) +Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder +Lines: 1975 +Nntp-Posting-Host: qso.colorado.edu + +Here it is, from the Home Office in Boulder Colorado, a parody linking +one of my favorite sci-fi shows (Red Dwarf) to one that I would like +more if it weren't so predictable (Star Trek: the Next Generation.) I +feel that this meeting is ripe for parody, as Red Dwarf is a comedy and +Star Trek can take itself far too seriously at times, IMnsHO. + +Okay, before you read this, a few disclaimers and notes. First, I have +chosen to use the old Holly (Norman Lovett) from Red Dwarf seasons I&II +and the Kryten from season III, even though they never (really) were in +the same episode together. The main reason is that I find the old Holly +much funnier than Hattie Hayridge. Second, the first commercial was +written by a friend of mine for a telecom class when I was an undergrad +at Indiana. It is Mike's (with a twist I put on it), but I don't think +he'd sue me. (I have nothing he could sue me for anyway.) The third +commercial is one that I vaguely remember from a radio station in +Indianapolis (WFBQ) from anout 10 years ago. I did not transcribe it +exactly because I can only remember the vague feel and form of the +commercial, not the words. I used it because a) it is pretty funny, +and b) it just may give the station some free publicity. Third, I have +included actual bits from Red Dwarf (Holly's intro and the theme song) +but only with the intent to give this more of a "realistic" feel, if +realistic can be applied to this kind of situation. Fourth, there are +one or two jokes in here that you will not get unless you saw the +Mystery Science Theatre 3000 showing of the movie Pod People. I realize +that this is obscure, but it has become a running joke amongst some of +my friends here, so I included it mainly for them. Fifth, I would like +to thank Brian Morrissette for proofreading and one or two ideas. +Finally, I am in no way associated with either show, Paramount, or the +BBC. So there. + + + +And now.... + +The BBC and Paramount present.... + +(yeah, right) + +DWARF TREK: THE SMEGGY GENERATION + ++=========================================================================+ + Opening Scene: bridge of the Enterprise. Riker is in the Captain's +seat finishing off a side of beef. Coucillor Troi is in her place, trying +to sense something obvious to tell everyone. Data and Wesley are at their +consoles MUDding as Worf walks onto the bridge to take his place. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, stardate 27182.818. Our sensor readings from one + hour ago which indicated a big orange whirly thing in space appear + to have been false. As a result, I am having Geordi check all of + the sensors on the ship, after we first tried to have Troi reason + with them and then tried having Worf fight them. Lt. Worf fought + honorably but lost. Hopefully we can put this behind us soon so we + can proceed on to Omigod Ceti V to drop off a badly needed shipment + of baby corn ears for their Chinese restaurants. + +WESLEY: Data, why does everybody always kill my wizard, even though + they know that it will give them a killer flag? + +DATA: Well Wesley, as nearly as I can tell, it is because you are an + insufferable snot, even for a MUD. Quick, recall back to the + temple, the captain is coming. + +The turbolift doors open and Picard walks in. Riker stands, causing a +few bovine rib bones to fall out of his lap. + +PICARD: Anything to report, #1? + +RIKER: Only that we are running low on steak sauce, sir. + +PICARD (crinkling nose): Very well. Go and brush your teeth, Will, and + for God's sake, don't walk around like you are trying to find + someone to headbutt. + +RIKER: Yes sir. (Exits) + +PICARD: Worf, loan me your phaser. + +Worf does so, and Picard dustbusts the captain's chair, picking up +scraps of beef and bits of corn. Picard hands the dustbuster back +to Worf and sits. + +PICARD: Data, what is the status of our sensors? + +DATA: They seem to be coming back online without any problems, sir. + +(V/GEORDI): La Forge to bridge. + +PICARD: Bridge here, what is it, Geordi? + +(V/GEORDI): I think I've found the problem with the sensors, sir. It + seems that somebody left half a peanut butter stromboli in + the sensor banks outside Commander Riker's quarters. + +PICARD: Very well, bridge out. Mr. Data, what do the sensors detect? + +DATA: A wide variety of electromagnetic and subatomic particle radiation, + sir. + +PICARD: No, not that, you twit, I mean is there anything out there? + +DATA: Oh. Presently, there is a cloaked Romulan vessel about to attack + a Ferengi freighter carrying an illegal shipment of chicken + vin-de-loo near the Beta Caroteen system. There also is a + fleet of Klingon vessels battling honorably with an small + asteroid 60 parsecs toward the galactic center. And three + Federation freighters are approaching the GammaRon system with + their cargo. Nothing else is here, sir. + +PICARD: Very well. + +WESLEY: Sir, the Romulans have just blown the crap out of the Ferengi + vessel. There is chicken vin-de-loo radiating everywhere at + sub-light speed. Captain, is that not an act of war? + +PICARD: Yes, it is Wesley, but shut up. You aren't even supposed to be + on this show anymore. Get off the ship. + +WESLEY: Yes, sir. + +Wesley leaves the bridge, and the ratings start to soar. He is replaced +by a Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign in another cheap and obvious try to +jack the ratings. The bridge crew begins to relax. + +DATA: Sir, sensors have just detected a small warp bubble ten parsecs away, + lying between us and the Romulan vessel. + +NAMELESS CUTE BLONDE ENSIGN: Confirmed, sir. Sensors indicate that the + bubble is stationary, and will not endanger the ship. + +PICARD: Thank you, Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign. + +TROI: Captain, I sense a disturbance in the Force. + +REST OF BRIDGE: WHAT!?!?!? + +TROI: Oh, sorry, sir, I seem to have switched scripts with my brother, + Luke. I meant to say that I sense that something that is surreal + and rather stupid is going to happen. + +PICARD: Really? + +WORF: Of course it is, sir. Even if you haven't read the script, this is + supposed to be a parody, and of ST:TNG, no less. + +PICARD: Very well, bring us to yellow alert. + +DATA: Sir, sensors have once again detected a big orange whirly thing in + space. + +PICARD: Oh, blast, has Will left more food in the sensor banks? + +DATA: Scanning... no sir, that does not seem to be the cause. We now have + the whirly thing in visual. + +PICARD: On screen. + +The screen shows, surprisingly enough, a big orange whirly thing in space. + +TROI: Captain, I sense life forms and emotions coming from the whirly thing. + +PICARD: You mean it's alive?! + +WORF: Sir, it would be an honor to fight it for you. + +PICARD: Not yet, Worf, let's get an idea of what we're dealing with. + +DATA: Sir, there seems to be something emerging from the big orange whirly + thing. + +WORF: Oh, Christ, not another old Enterprise! + +The screen then shows a large, rather squat red ship, the size of a city, +emerging from the whirly thing. + +PICARD: What kind of a ship is that? + +WORF: Sir, we are being hailed. + ++=========================================================================+ + Opening credits for Star Trek: The Next Generation. The moon kicks +into warp speed around Earth, Saturn is lit from the wrong side, a comet +has a tail where there is no stellar or interstellar wind to generate one, +etc. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Space. The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the + starship Enterprise. It's ongoing mission: to discover new worlds; + to seek out new peoples and civilizations; to have wild sex at + Star Trek conventions; to create a new line of action figures; to + live like we really believe this new age religion crap; to get Bev + between the sheets; to REALLY go where no man has gone before. + +The Star Trek: the Pespi Generation theme plays over the credits while +the Enterprise gets the warp out of here. + +Commercial (by Mike Baber, 1988) + +We open the commercial with a man lying on a couch in a psychiatrist's +office. + +MAN: I'm not schizophreic. But I am. But I just can't afford therapy. + What should I do? + +P-SHRINK: I'm not a doctor, but I play one on tv. I recommend Extra- + Strength Exceedrin, for when you can't afford therapy. Let's + take a look at some data. + +Quick cut to scene of DATA working at a console. + +P-SHRINK: Telling figures, indeed. That's why I recommend Extra-Strength + Exceedrin, for when you can't afford thereapy. (Turning to man) + Now then, how are we doing today? + +MAN: I think he's sleeping with my wife! + +End commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + We rejoin the Enterprise on the bridge, with the large, squat +red ship on the viewer in front of the big orange whirly thing. ++=========================================================================+ + +WORF: Sir, we are being hailed, dammit! Why did you go to the credits? + +PICARD: It's in the contract with the sponsors. + +WORF: Sir, we are getting a message from the ship, audial only. + +PICARD: On the speaker. + +(UNKNOWN BRITISH VOICE): This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship + Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only + survivors were Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during + the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the + hold. Revived three million years later, Lister's only companions + are a lifeform who evolved from his cat, a simpering android, and + a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the + ship's computer, with an IQ of 6000, or the same IQ as 6000 PE + teachers. + +PICARD: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. What is going + on, what do you want, and why did you just come out of that big + orange whirly thing? + +(V/HOLLY): 'ang on a mo, let me connect you with Dave. + +PICARD: Troi, what do you sense? + +WORF (sotto voce): Not too much, she's pretty clueless. + +TROI: Extreme hate, dispair, ego, and low self-esteem. But they are coming + from four different creatures. + +NAMELESS CUTE BLONDE ENSIGN: You mean there are only four people on a ship + that big? + +TROI: Yes, and quit padding your part, Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign. + +DATA: Sir, sensors indicate only three lifeforms on the ship: one human, + one feline, and one genetically mutated sock. + +TROI: But I sense four! + +WORF: Maybe Commander Riker put a guacamole pizza in a sensor bank. + +PICARD: Well, we will find out soon enough. + +WORF: Sir, we are being hailed again. With visual this time. + +PICARD: On screen. + +The screen shows four people: a Afro-Brit with long pigtails (LISTER), a +cute black guy with big teeth who is dressed like a gameshow host (CAT), a +guy with a big letter H on his forehead who people immediately dislike +(RIMMER), and an android with a head shaped like a novelty condom (KRYTEN). +In the background is a computer screen with a rather homely, balding man on +it (HOLLY). + +PICARD: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship + Enterprise. Please identify yourself. + +LISTER: Hey, man, Holly already did that. + +RIMMER (after a limpwristed, wonky salute): This is Captain Arnold Judas + Rimmer, Space Adventurer, leader of Red Dwarf. + +LISTER: You wot? + +CAT: What are you going on about, Goal Post Head? + +RIMMER: I am the highest ranking person aboard this ship! + +LISTER: Rimmer, don't be sooch a smeghead. Yo, mateys, can you help us + out? We just went through a time hole to get back to Ea'th. + +PICARD: Through a what? + +CAT: That big orange whirly thing in space. + +KRYTEN: A time hole is a dicontinuity in the space-time continuum, + sir. In a sense, it is a bit like a tunnel, connecting + different regions in space and time. We found one and our + computer thought it would take us back to Earth on 2050. + +PICARD: But we are near the Omigod Ceti system in the 25th century. + +RIMMER: Oh my God, Holly did it again. + +HOLLY: Yes, I've got to admit it, I've flamingoed up. + +PICARD: What does that mean? + +HOLLY: It's like a cock up, only much, much bigger. + +PICARD: Well, just go back through that ... time hole, and I'm + sure you will find another one later that will take you + to the right time and place. + +HOLLY: We can't. + +LISTER: Why not? + +HOLLY: That was a one-way tunnel. + +CAT: WHAT?!?! + +KRYTEN: But why didn't you tell us? + +HOLLY: Well you didn't ask! + +RIMMER: Sen-smegging-sational! + +DATA: Sir, this problem may be bigger than it seems. + +PICARD: How so, Data? + +DATA: Well, sir, preliminary analysis shows that we are on VHS from + Paramount, and they are on PAL from the BBC. The two formats are + incompatible, and the distribution rights in this sector of the + galaxy are not clear, sir. Unless we clear this up soon, we may + have to call in the Federation's legal staff. + +PICARD: Dear God, not the Space Shysters! + +DATA: I am afraid so, sir. + +PICARD: Maybe we should ask them over to help work this out. + +WORF: Sir, I advise against it. This could be a Romulan or Ferengi plot. + They have no honor. + +PICARD: Noted. Councilor? + +TROI: Captain, the negative emotions I sense from them are directed at + each other, not us, understandable if they have been alone in + space for so long. We should be careful, of course, but we ought + to be safe. + +PICARD: Very well. Red Dwarf, would you like to be our guests on the + Enterprise while we sort this our? + +RIMMER: Are there any women on board besides your own personal + concubine? + +PICARD: How do you know about Bev? + +WORF: I believe he is referring to Councilor Troi, sir. + +Troi and Picard both blush and share a meaningful glance. + +PICARD: Ah. Yes, Red Dwarf. Approximately 45% of our crew is female, + though none are in the command structure since I am such an + arrogant chauvenist. + +LISTER: Rock and roll! + +CAT: Yeow! Lucky thing I took a quick two hour shower before we went + through the whirly thing! + +KRYTEN: It will be good to broaden our knowledge, speak to other + people, and talk to another android. + +CAT: Yeah, I'm so excited, all six of my nipples are tingling! + +RIMMER: Just hold on a smegging minute! Picard, do you have hologramatic + facilities? + +PICARD: Yes, we have several holodecks. + +LISTER: Oh, right. No, you see, Rimmer here is not alive. He is a + hologram of his former self. + +Lister passes his hand through Rimmer, who shudders. + +RIMMER: Lister! Don't you DARE ever do that again! At least not without + buying me dinner first. + +DATA: Sir, I believe that we can sustain him through the holodecks. + +PICARD: Make it so. Red Dwarf, prepare to beam over. + +The Red Dwarf crew look at each other in puzzlement. + +LISTER: What the smeg is that? + +PICARD: We simply take your bodies, scatter your particles, and then we + reassemble them on our ship. + +LISTER: Kinky.... + +RIMMER: Hang on, haven't you forgot me, old Iron Balls? I don't have any + particles to scatter, except for photons. + +KRYTEN: Pardon me, but how would beaming over Mr. Rimmer affect him? + +DATA: It would cause him to fly apart and never reassemble. + +CAT: Let's do it. + +LISTER: No, hang on. Enterprise, do you have a shuttle bay? + +PICARD: Of course, our budget is much bigger than yours. + +LISTER: Right, we'll fly over in an hour in Starbug. Red Dwarf out. + +Screen goes blank. + +PICARD: Worf, prepare for the docking party. + +WORF: Yes, sir. + +Commercial + +Commercial opens with a husband and wife sitting on a couch. At the +husband's feet is the daughter, the son is at the wife's feet. In the +background is Pachelbel's Canon in D Minor, just loud enough to be +heard. Feelings of sadness and quiet despair pervade ... whatever the +hell that means. + +WIFE: Honey, do you think it will end? + +HUSBAND: I don't know, babe, I just don't know. + +SON: Mommy, why is this happening? + +WIFE: It's ... hard to explain, son. + +DAUGHTER: Daddy? Please make it stop. Please? + +HUSBAND: I'm trying, honey, I'm really trying. + +At this point the announcer steps in front of the family. + +ANNOUNCER: This year, in this country alone, over 20,000 commercials for + drug and alcohol rehab centers, stress management facilities, abused + and battered relatives programs, and selfhelp centers ... will use + Pachelbel's Canon in D minor. Please, help stop this terrible, + debilitating, cruel feature of our society ... before it's too late. + +End Commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene opens outside shuttle bay three. Worf and two nameless +security officers are there. O'Brien is drinking Guinness and bitching +that they aren't using the transporters. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, supplemental. The survivors of Red Dwarf are + now landing in shuttle bay 3. Hopefully we can figure out how to + return them to their own time and space before the copyright + lawyers find out about this. + +O'BRIEN: Look, Worf, how am I supposed to have any lines if these jerks + don't use the transporters? + +WORF: You just got a line. Now shut up before I lose my temper and try + something anatomically impossible after I cut off your + castanets with a gardening implement. + +O'BRIEN: Hey, I did get a line, didn't I? Great, now all those jerks + playing the drinking game will have to take a swig! + +WORF (brandishing scythe): O'Brien.... + +O'BRIEN: Ulp! Sorry. + +DISEMBODIED VOICE: Starbug now approaching ... Starbug has landed, now + refilling shuttle bay 3 with air ... Refilling complete, it + is now safe to enter. + +WORF: Remember, two nameless security officers, set your phasers on + `stun' unless you want to see the funny looks on their faces + when they disintigrate. + +Worf and the two nameless security officers enter the shuttle bay, to +see Lister, Rimmer, Cat, Kryten, and a mobile television with Holly's +image coming down the ramp. Rimmer is dressed like an admiral in the +Royal Navy, viz Red Dwarf II/1: Kryten. + +LISTER: Christ, Rimmer, why do you always insist on lookin' like + smeggin' Nelson when we board another ship? + +CAT: Just be glad he doesn't ask you to kiss his Hardy. + +WORF: Greetings, I am Lt. Cmdr. Worf, Chief of Security. + +CAT: Nice 'do, man! Where'd you get that cool sash? + +RIMMER (after his wonky limp-wristed salute): Captain A. J. Rimmer, + Space Adventurer. Nice ship; reminds me of my father's + first command. + +Cat, Lister, Kryten, and Holly roll their eyes in an O God here we +smeggin' go again! look. + +WORF (visibly unimpressed): If you will follow me, you are to meet + with Councilor Troi before you see the Captain and attend to + other business. + +Cat removes an aerosol can from his jacket pocket. + +RIMMER: Lead on, me laddo! + +LISTER: I know how you feel, man, we have to put up with this smeg + all the time. + +WORF: Follow me. + +They exit, with Cat bringing up the rear in his shuffling/strutting/ +dancing gait as he sprays various objects with the aerosol can. + +CAT: This is mine, this is mine, this is mine, ... (fades) + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene fades in to Councilor Troi's quarters. Holly and Kryten are +busy interfacing in a corner with the ship's computer. Cat is at the +replicator eating. Rimmer and Lister are talking to Troi, who is drinking +tea. Lister is eating a curry and drinking some unknown concoction. ++=========================================================================+ + +TROI: Are you sure you don't want something to drink, Captain Rimmer? + +RIMMER: No thank you, I'm not thirsty. + +LISTER: Because you're dead. + +CAT (to replicator): Fish! + +LISTER (polishing off drink): Pah! You know, that's a pretty good beer + milkshake. + +TROI: Now then, this meeting is not required of you, but we have found + in our experience that a session such as this is helpful in + situations where beings come from a different time or a + prallel universe. + +RIMMER: In what way? + +CAT (to replicator): Fish! + +TROI: It gives me more lines and I don't bitch as much about being used + as a hook to get adolescent boys and grad school losers to + watch the show. + +KRYTEN (interrupting before Rimmer can put his foot in his mouth): + Pardon the interruption, ma'am and sirs, but do you mean you + have encountered other pandimensional beings before? + +TROI: Of course, haven't you? + +HOLLY: No, we've got better writers. Grant and Naylor do a pretty good + job with only four or five characters for a good show. They + generally don't need a galaxy as densely populated as the + greater Los Angeles area just to get some plot catalysts. + +CAT (to replicator): Fish! + +KRYTEN: Sirs and ma'am, if it is okay, I think we should see the + captain about leaving here. Holly and I think we have found + a way to get back to our own time, but we need some people + to help us check our calculations. + +LISTER: By `our time' do you mean Ea'th in 2050 or 3 million years + from that? + +HOLLY: Well, we can't be entirely certain, but I'm pretty sure that + it's 2050. + +RIMMER: Really?! + +LISTER: Rock 'n' roll! + +CAT (to replicator): Fish! + +TROI: Very well, but I will need to talk to you all. Why don't you + go on without Captain Rimmer here? I'll show him to where + you are later. + +Lister, Holly, Kryten, and Cat (carrying about 10 fish) exit, where +Worf is waiting to show them to the Picard's ready room. Troi turns +to Rimmer and looks coyly at him. + +TROI: You know, Captain Rimmer, I've only met one sentient being like + you before. A Doctor Moriarty. + +RIMMER: Oh? Where is he from? + +TROI: Oh, he is a hologram like yourself. He now lives in the ship's + computer. + +RIMMER: Really? + +TROI: Yes, he often visits me on the holodeck. It gives him the ability + to taste and touch and so on. + +RIMMER: Well, this is most interesting. Can I buy you a drink? + +TROI (smiling): Sure. + +RIMMER: Would you like a wormdew? + ++=========================================================================+ +Before that bad punchline can be told, we cut to the ready room, where +Picard is sitting in front of Data, Geordi, Lister, Kryten, Cat, and +Holly. Lister is eating a curry, bits of which drop onto the carpet, much +to Picard's annoyance. ++=========================================================================+ + +KRYTEN: ...so by firing three photon torpedoes of the right frequency + AND at the correct intervals, we may be able to reverse the + polarity of this time hole and change its destination in + space-time, thus allowing the Red Dwarf to go back to Earth + at 2050. + +PICARD: How long will this take? + +DATA: Unknown at this time, sir, but probably between 6 hours and two + days. It would take less time if we got Wesley back on the + show, ... + +PICARD: I am well aware of the consequences. + +LISTER: Who is this Wesley git? + +GEORDI: Picture Rimmer at age 16 with scriptwriters who think that they + can bring in ratings by having him be a boy genius who always + saves the ship. + +CAT: I'd rather not. I just ate. + +HOLLY: Caw, Bennett, that would be worse than a Benny Hill rerun. + +PICARD: Very well, get on with it. Is there anything else? + +GEORDI: No sir, as long as you let Holly and Kryten work with us in + the engine room. + +PICARD: Well, that is against regulations, but I'll make an exception in + this case. Mr. Lister, you and Mr. Cat are free to use the + holodeck. + +All except Picard exit. He goes back to work when the tweedlesquirge of +the door sounds. + +PICARD: Come. + +Riker squeezes his ample frame through the door as he eats tater tots +out of a barrel and drinks from a glass of gravy. + +RIKER: Commander Riker reporting, sir. + +PICARD: Ah, Commander. Doctor Crusher will soon be here for my weekly + therapy. Take command of the Enterprise, and make sure we hold + the Red Dwarf in the tractor beam; the last thing we need is + another android and another person with poor eating habits. + +RIKER: Another one, sir? + +PICARD: Never mind. + +Riker exits. The door tweedlesquirges again. + +PICARD: Come. + +Dr. Crusher enters. She removes her jacket to reveal something sheer +and filmy. + +CRUSHER: Hello, Jean-Luc. + +PICARD (smiling): Hello, Beverly. + +CRUSHER: It is time for the weekly ... (licks lips) ... injection. + +Commercial + +The commercial opens with a bunch of obviously drunk guys stumbling onto +the screen while the audience hears someone sing a familiar ditty... + +(V/SINGER): Let's toast our good pals, + Even though thy're schnockered, + Thy're all great guys, + Though most of them are wrecked right now. + 'Cause toniiiiight they got boooombed + On Lowerbrow. + +DRUNK1: Hey, this is great! + +(V/ANNOUNCER): Good times, good friends, and good beer. + +DRUNK2: Hey, Lou, could you pass me a beer? + +V/ANNOUNCER: What better way to end a long day of diggin for clams with + the boys? + +DRUNK3: Wait a minute, Lou's passed out, I'll get you one. Now where did + that cooler run off to? + +V/ANNOUNCER: But put those clams away. They'll keep. Everybody's lost + their appetites, anyway. + +DRUNK4: Harrrrooompf! + +V/ANNOUNCER: Right now it's time to get a good load on with the boys by + sucking down some good, high-powered bottle Lowerbrow beer. + +DRUNK5: I'm going to go swimming, anybody seen the ocean? + +DRUNK6: I think it's down by the beach. + +DRUNK4: OH GOD! + +V/ANNOUNCER: Yes, this is what being a beer-drinking guy is all about. + +V/SINGER: Because toniiiight we'll get stiiiiffed on Lowerbrow. + +V/ANNOUNCER: Lowerbrow Beer. Open Chute Brewing Company, Golden, CO. + +End of Commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + The scene opens at a table in 10-Forward, which is a bit crowded +at the moment. Troi, Worf, and Guinan are sitting at a table with Lister. +They are drinking various luminescent concoctions and generally are acting +like any new friends in a pub. Lister is in the middle of one of the +all-time great jokes. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/WORF): Securtiy Offficer's log. While I was at first opposed to + bringing the members of Red Dwarf onto the enterprise, I am now + certain that they are no threat. Troi has announced that their + emotions and thoughts indicate no anger or animosity toward us. + More importantly, they are too selfish and stupid to be spies or + saboteurs. + +LISTER: ... Ding dong, dammit, ding DONG! + +Everyone at the table cracks up at this great joke, which neither Paramount +nor the Beeb could get past the censors. + +GUINAN: Dave, what the heck are you eating? + +LISTER: Chicken kebab diablo. It's like eating a nuclear reactor. It's so + hot that me old mate Chen was in hospital for a week after only + one bite. + +WORF: It is quite delicious. It reminds me of my favorite Klingon snack + food. + +Troi: Yes, Will tried it and he hasn't eaten in half an hour. + +Guinan and Worf reaise their eyebrows at this news. Cat struts/slides over +to the table, holding a drink with about a pound of fruit on top. + +CAT: Yeow! you know, I've never been around women before! I don't + understand them, but I'm having the time of my life! + +TROI: What did you think of the Holodeck, Cat? + +CAT: In-smegging-credible! (turns to Lister) We got to get one of those, + Monkey! Spending all day with three girls in a hot tub full of + sequins and raspberry jam is my idea of fun! + +GUINAN: You know, Cat, you're the kind of guy I'd like to hang out with. + +CAT: Well, who can blame you? You're only female. + +TROI: So what did you think of it, Dave? + +LISTER: Well, it was kind of sad, really. + +CAT: Spent it with Kochanski, huh? + +LISTER: Yeah. At least now I'm pretty sure she would never have gone out + with me. + +CAT: Hey, buddy, she does marry you when we arrive back in time. + +GUINAN: He's right, Dave, don't sweat it. + +WORF: Easy for you to say; you aren't eating that kebab. + +TROI: What do you mean 'she marries you when we go back'? + +LISTER: It's a long story. Anyway, next time we go back, we leave + Rimmer behind. + +WORF: What a smeghead. + +GUINAN: I hear that. + +CAT: Hey, where is old Alphabethead, anyway? + +LISTER: Dunno, haven't seen him in a while. Last I knew he was on a + holodeck. + +At this point Data and Kryten come up to the table and sit down + +GUINAN: Hi guys. How goes it? + +KRYTEN: Oh, quite well, thank you. We believe we have the equations + solved. + +DATA: Yes, we seem to have narrowed down the parameters. I think we + will be ready soon. + +CAT: Hey, excuse me, guys, but I gotta go! There goes the Nameless Cute + Blonde Ensign! Yeow! Hey, if I'm not back in an hour, do NOT + come after me. Yeow! (Exits) + +GUINAN: Sensitive guy. + +TROI: He may seem shallow, but he really does care. + +GUINAN: Nice butt, too. + +DATA: It is interesting to see another member of your crew find a + girlfriend. + +WORF: Excuse me? 'Another'? + +KRYTEN: Yes, Data and I have decided to date each other while we are + together. + +LISTER: You wot? + +DATA: We thought it would give us insights into human relationships + should we role play boyfriend and girlfriend. + +TROI: But you are both male androids. + +KRYTEN: Not necessarily, I can attach a number of useful accessories to + my groinal socket, allowing me to perform various tasks like + sweeping the floors, dusting the furniture, or whipping up an + omlette. + +GUINAN: Now THAT might *REALLY* put Will off his food for a couple of + hours. + +DATA: Well, we just stopped by to say hello and to report that all seems + to be going well. + +KRYTEN: We have to go now to help implement the polarity reversal on the + time hole. Are you ready, Sugar? + +DATA: Yes, I believe I am ready, Honey buns. + +Kryten and Data leave holding hands; Worf stands up. + +WORF: I must go on duty soon. I shall talk to you later, Dave. + +LISTER: Low and slow, Worf. + +GUINAN: I gotta get back to work, too. Take it easy, Lister. + +Guinan and Worf leave. + +TROI: Dave, do you wish to talk about this Kochanski? + +LISTER: There's not really a lot to talk about, really. Just someone I + had a crush on when I should have known better. + +TROI (smiling slightly): I think there is more to it than that, but + this isn't the place to talk about it. Why don't you come + to my quarters in five minutes? We can talk about it there. + +LISTER: Sure, five minutes. + +Troi winks at Lister, stands, and leaves. For five seconds Lister +keeps his expression neutral, then starts to grin. + +LISTER (quietly): Rock and roll! + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene cuts to Lister standing outside the doors to Troi's quarters. +He is busy trying to get the curry and vin-de-loo stains out of his shirt +then rings the tweedlesquirger. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/TROI): Come in. + +The doors open and Dave walks in. The lights are low and tinted a dark +blue. Troi turns around, wearing a thin, erotic, translucent greenish +negligee. The doors close and lock. + +TROI: Dave, I know it must be hard. (Lister looks down then looks up, with + a strange look on his face.) All alone in deep space, your only + companions aren't human. The only woman you loved never knew + you existed. I can feel your pain, and I want to help you ease + it. + +LISTER: O thank you, Deanna! + +TROI: Kiss me! + +They embrace in a long, probing, passionate kiss. Lister then carries +Troi over to her bed. A steamy love scene ensues, the details of which +I will leave up to you. Troi and Lister are dancing the horizontal bop when +suddenly... + +VOICE: Yes! Go, Listy! + +TROI: What was that!? + +LISTER: I don't know! + +TROI: I don't recognize the voice! + +LISTER: 'ang on a minute, I do. RIMMER! Get your scrawny little ass + out here right now! + +(V/RIMMER): I'm sorry, Dave, I can't do that. + +LISTER: Why not?! + +(V/RIMMER): Because I am now in the computer, like Dr. Moriarity. That + was the main reason I went to the holodeck. Now I have a new + hologramatic friend here, and I can go anywhere on the ship that + I want to. I can feel now, Dave, something I couldn't do aboard + Red Dwarf. + +TROI: But that gives you no right to peek in on people just to satisfy + your perversity. + +LISTER: Besides which, Rimmer, you've never boinked in your life! + +(V/RIMMER): I know and I'm sorry. I should have checked what you were + doing before I came to see you. I just want you to talk to + Captain Picard so that he'll let me stay on board the Enterprise. + +LISTER: Why? + +(V/RIMMER): Because my two options are to stay in space with you, Kryten, + that gimboid of a cat and that gormless idiot Holly as a hologram, + or to go with you back to Earth in 2050, where I'll still be a + hologram. + +LISTER: Okay, Rimmer, on two conditions. One, you never EVER do this to + me or Troi again, and two, you tell me where you hid the disks + for the crew's holograms. + +RIMMER: Okay, fine. + +Commercial + +Commercial opens with a rather attractive lady who is sitting in her +rather middle-class living room. + +LADY: Hello. I realize that many of you are watching television and + eating your dinner right now, which is why I want to talk to you + about vaginal yeast infections. In these hot, humid, sweaty days + of summer, a yeast buildup can ... + +At this point, Worf jumps on stage with a longsword and cuts her head +off. He then turns to the camera. + +WORF: GOD! I've always wanted to do that. + +End of Commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene opens on the bridge. The usual crew is there, except that +the Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign is now replaced by a nameless ethnic +ensign. Troi has a smile on her face that a crate of lemons couldn't get +rid of. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, supplemental. Data, Geordi, Kryten and Holly + have prepared the ship to fire four photon torpedoes at the big + ora...er, at the time hole. Mr. Rimmer is now living on our ship's + computer; though LaForge and Data have told me it is perfectly + okay, I still have my doubts. At least we had to remove Wesley's + accounts to make room for Rimmer, so it is not a total loss. The + other Red Dwarf crewmembers are back on their ship, along with + our Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign, who has fallen in lust with Cat. + +RIKER: Boy, this chicken vin-de-loo stuff is yummy! It really goes great + with this Pot Noodle! + +The rest of the people on the bridge look rather vaguely squeemish as +Riker really starts to dig in. + +PICARD: Are we ready? Geordi? + +(V/GEORDI): Red Dwarf? + +(V/HOLLY): Data? + +DATA: Troi? + +TROI: Worf? + +WORF: Chief? + +CHIEF: McCloud? + +PICARD: All systems go. Commence firing sequence now. + +Pfyew! Pfyew! Pfyew! Three photon torpedoes fire into the time hole, +which slowly loses angular momentum and stops rotating. It then starts +to rotate in the opposite direction, finally reaching a terminal +rotation rate. + +PICARD: Ready to leave, Red Dwarf? + +(V/HOLLY): Roger. Entering time hole. + +Red Dwarf then starts to move, slowly moving through the time hole. A +few seconds after it disappears, the time hole collapses without a trace. + +PICARD: Data, report. + +DATA: The calculations seem to have been correct, sir. The time hole + should have collapsed onto itself. We can only assume that + Red Dwarf is now at its intended destination. + +Close up of a smiling Troi, with a tear starting down her face. + +TROI (whispering to herself): Good luck, Dave. Bev and I will never + forget you. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to the interior of Red Dwarf, the hologram simulation suite. +Lister, Cat, Nameless Cute Blonde Ensign, and Kryten are standing around +a small terminal in the center of the room. Lister places a small object +which looks like a CD into a computer. ++=========================================================================+ + +LISTER: Here goes nuthin'. + +Lister hits a computer key and a small, cute brunette (KOCHANSKI) appears +before them. + +LISTER: Hi, Chrissy. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to the quarters of Lister. They are all gathered, drinking, +laughing, joking, etc. ++=========================================================================+ + +KRYTEN: Well, sir, how did it go? + +LISTER: In-smeggin-credible! Kryten, I don't know how you and Holly swung + that, I don't WANT to know how you did it, but thank you for + gettin' rid of that smeghead! + +CAT: Yeah, thank God ol' Grease-stain is gone! This is almost worth giving + up one of my scarves for! + +NAMELESS CUTE BLONDE ENSIGN: Oh, Cat, you're so cute! + +CAT: Well, who am I to start an argument? + +KOCHANSKI: You mean you guys did all this just for ME? + +HOLLY: Mainly. But a part of it was that we all were slowly being driven + space crazy by Rimmer. The only thing which allowed me to hang on + to my sanity was my conversations with my Lister's socks. + +CAT: Well, for whatEVER reasons, it also brought Jenny here into my life. + And that's a good deal considering we only had to give up old + Goalpost Head for her. + +Cat and Jenny (aka Nameless Cute Blonde Assistant) kiss. + +KRYTEN: My only regret is that we forced Mr. Arnold on all those nice + people on the Enterprise. + +LISTER: Yeah, but I made him promise that he wouldn't use his new life to + cause trouble and poke into people's private lives, so everything + should be okay. + +HOLLY: Emergency. Emergency. There's an emergency going on. + +LISTER: What is it, Hol? + +HOLLY: There's a ship out there. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to Picard's quarters. Picard is in his studly open-chest +relaxation clothes, drinking tea and reading Lady Chatterly when his door +tweedlesquirges. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): We have just dropped off our supply of baby corn ears at + Omigod Ceti V. We are now settling down for a long journey back + to Earth for shore leave. + +PICARD: Come. + +Data enters. + +DATA: Sir, I am sorry to bother you when you are on your own time, but I + feel that this is important. We have reports of Mr. Rimmer yelling + 'Boo!' to sleeping children and giving them bad dreams. + +PICARD: Very well, I will speak to him about it. + +Door tweedlsquirges. + +PICARD: Come. + +Worf enters. + +WORF: Sir, we have unconfirmed reports of Mr. Rimmer messing up the + programs on the holodeck while people are using them. Apparently + O'Brien was running his Felicity Kendal program when he suddenly + realized he was having sex with John Inman. Dr. Crusher is now + stabilizing him and getting him back to a regular heartbeat. + +Door tweedlesquirges. + +PICARD: Come. + +Dr. Crusher enters. + +CRUSHER: Captain, I have Mr. O'Brien stabilized, he should be okay in a + day or so. I also am here to report that a certain computer + program was caught rummaging through my drawers. + +PICARD and TROI: WHAT!?!?!? + +CRUSHER: I mean my drawers which contain my clothing; specifically, my + undergarments. + +PICARD: Oh, I see. + +(V/GEORDI): LaForge to Captain Picard. + +PICARD: Picard here, what's up Geordi? + +(V/GEORDI): Sir, Rimmer just came down here and started juggling the + dilithium crystals. We need to drop out of warp for an hour. + +PICARD: Thank you, Picard out. Picard to bridge. + +(V/RIKER): M-mbl mllf, mlr. + +PICARD: Will, don't talk with your mouth full. + +(V/RIKER): Sorry sir. Riker here. + +PICARD: Go to impulse, Will, Geordi needs to work on the dilithium + crystals. + +(V/RIKER): Very well , sir. Riker out. + +PICARD: Data, get on the computer and restrict Rimmer's access to every- + thing. Then try to come up with a plan to go through a time hole + to visit Red Dwarf. Worf, prepare for an assault on a hostile + computer program. Troi, try to get everbody on the ship calm + about Rimmer. Bev, go put on some black leather underwear and + return here immediately. + +Commercial + +A man who appears to be in his mid-30s is sitting in a fashionable +restaurant. + +MAN: Hi, do you know me? A lot of people did before my investments in + the savings and loan industry caused me to lose my shirt. But I + got back on my feet and revenge at the same time. Now I am a + burglar who steals only from former S&L slimeballs who can declare + bankruptcy and still keep their entire fortunes. That's why I use + this. (Holds up a rectangular piece of green plastic.) The + America Repressed Card. I never leave a home without it. (Hands it + to a waiter to pay his bill.) + +Close up of an America Repressed card with no name on it. As the voice +over starts, the name Niel Bush appears in type on the card. + +(V/ANNOUNCER): The American Repressed Card: the Choice of a Pampered + Generation. + +End Commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + The scene opens on the bridge of the Enterprise. The usual crew +are there, plus the nameless ethnic ensign to show just how spiritually +and racially enlightened this show REALLY is. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, stardate 27190.903. We have contacted Starfleet + of our decision to discover Red Dwarf and punish them by returning + Mr. Rimmer to them. LaForge and Data believe that they can create + a time hole by first creating a small warp bubble in space and + using time-variable magnetic fields to induce angular momentum, + then flooding the bubble with tachyons and orange dye. It sounds + like a lot of merde to me, but they assure me that if Paramount + buys travelling faster than light, we should be able to pull this + off, too. + +PICARD: Bridge to engineering. + +(V/GEORDI): Geordi here, sir. + +PICARD: Are the tachyons and orange dye ready? + +(V/GEORDI): Ready to fire, sir. + +PICARD: Worf, fire. + +Pfyew! Pfyew! Pfyew! sound effects again + +DATA: Warp bubble expanding, sir. Bubble beginning to take on the + characteristics of a time hole. + +NAMELESS ETHNIC ENSIGN: Confirmed, sir, reporting progress continually to + Starfleet, as per orders. + +DATA: Parameters for photon torpedoes to tune the time hole now entered + into the computer, sir. + +PICARD: Mr. Worf, commence photon torpedo firing sequence. + +Pfyew! Pfyew! Pfyew! sound effects again + +DATA: Time hole is slowly changing... Time hole is now stabilized and + ready for us to enter. + +PICARD: Nameless Ethnic Ensign, take us in, impulse power. + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene changes back to Red Dwarf, in the control room. Cat, Jenny, +Lister, Kryten, and Kochanski are surrounding a display, whilst Holly is +back on his computer screen. ++=========================================================================+ + +LISTER: Holly, man, do you know what kind of ship that is? + +HOLLY: Sorry, Dave, I can't identify it, but it looks a little bit like + that ship we just saw on the other side of the time hole. + +CAT: WHAT!? You mean we've gone through time and space back to where we + were, and we may have to deal with people who'll hate us because + we dumped ol' Smeghead on them? + +HOLLY: No, it's not the same ship. + +KOCHANSI: Put it on screen, Hol. + +KRYTEN: He's right, it does look quite a bit like the Enterprise. + +JENNY: It IS the Enterprise! + +LISTER, CAT, HOLLY, KRYTEN, KOCHANSKI: What!? + +JENNY: It is the Enterprise, but an earlier model! + +LISTER: Holly, see if you can raise them and let's find out what the smeg + is going on. + +HOLLY: Right. Got 'em on audial only. + +KOCHANSKI: This is Red Dwarf, mining ship of the Jupiter Mining Corpor- + ation. Who are you? + +(VOICE): This ... IS ... Captain James T. Kirk ... of the ... Enter ... + prise. + +They all look at each other in disbelief. + +HOLLY: I think I did it again. + +KOCHANSKI: O god. + +KRYTEN: I think I feel a Jackson Pollock coming on. + +LISTER: Enterprise, this is Dave Lister, one of Red Dwarf's last survivors. + We've just come through a time hole. Where are we and what is the + year? + +(V/KIRK): Just a moment, we will try to establish visual. + +LISTER: Okay, Red Dwarf out. + +KOCHANSKI: I've got a really bad feeling about this. + +CAT: Yeah, like we might run into Rimmer's whole family. + +HOLLY: Getting visual now; putting it on screen. + +Holly fades from his computer screen which now shows the bridge from +the old Star Trek. Kirk stands, straightens his tunic. + +KIRK: This is Captain Kirk. We ... welcome ... you to this sector. But we + cannot be sure that what you say is true. + +KRYTEN: But sir, we have just been through a terrible experience. We have + lost one of our crew, after visiting a ship from your future. We + came through a time hole which we thought would return us to Earth + at our own time. Apparently we are closer, but not quite there yet. + +SPOCK: Confirmed, sir. Computer records indicate that a corporation named + the Jupiter Mining Corporation existed, and lost a mining ship + named Red Dwarf for reasons unknown. + +LISTER: What happened was that one of the crew, a real smeghead named + Rimmer, caused a radiation leak, and everyone on board died but + me and my pregnant cat Frankenstein. + +KIRK: Really? How did you survive, and (leering at Jenny and Kochanski) who + are all those people around you? + +LISTER: Oh, right. You see, I was in stasis at the time of the leak, and + Holly, our computer, didn't release me until three million years + later, when the radiation levels were down. Cat here (points) is + the last surviving member of the Cat people who evolved from + Frankenstein. Chrissy here isn't really alive, she's a hologram; + Kryten is a mechanoid, and Jenny is Cat's girlfriend from the + future Enterprise. + +SPOCK: Sir, this could be a plot by the Romulans or Klingons. + +KRYTEN: Or the Ferengi. + +SULU: We haven't discovered them yet. + +CHEKOV: Sir, it is wery possible that the Wulcan is right. Ve should + kill them all now. + +LISTER: 'ang on a minute, why would the Klingons want to trick you? + +KIRK: Because we are constantly within a whisker of being at war with + those barbarians! And they won't let me sleep with their women! + +JENNY (whispering to Red Dwarf): Wait a minute. This must be before the + treaty between the Federation and the Klingons. They were bitter + enemies before that. + +KOCHANSKI (whispering): I think we should get on their good side. If + what you told me earlier is true, we need their weapons to get + out of here. + +CAT (whispering): What? Be nice to people wearing THOSE outfits? + +LISTER: Captain Kirk, we need to come aboard the Enterprise. We need to + return to our own time, but we need your help. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to TOS Enterprise bridge. ++=========================================================================+ + +KIRK: Just a moment ... Red ... DWARF. (turns to Spock) Spock, could it + be ... a trap? + +SPOCK: Uncertain at this time, sir. However, sensors can detect only + four lifeforms on that ship: the blonde woman, the slob with the + pigtails eating the spam vin-de-loo, the man allegedly evolved + from a cat, and a sock that has genetically mutated. Fascinating, + the woman who is allegedly a hologram does not register on our + sensors. If this is a ruse, it is an elaborate one. I feel it + should be relatively safe to bring them over. + +KIRK: Very well. Uhuru, send a subspace message to Starfleet and to my + hair club. + +URUHU: Yes sir. + +(V/SCOTTY): Sir, we have to stop! The engines kinna take no more o this! + +KIRK: Dammit, Scotty, that's last week's script! + +(V/SCOTTY): Sorry, sir. Scott out. + +KIRK: Uhuru, bring them back on the screen. + +UHURU: Yes sir. + +KIRK: Red Dwarf, prepare to beam over. + +LISTER: No, stop! You can't do that, man, it will cause Chrissy's photons + to fly apart and never reassemble. + +KIRK (licking his lips and looking at Kochanski the way Madonna looks at + cucumbers at the grocers): Yes, that would be a tragedy. + +LISTER: Right, we'll be over on Starbug in an hour. + +KRYTEN: Pardon me, Captain Kirk, sir, but do you have a free holodeck? + +KIRK: A free what? + +KRYTEN: Well, sir, Ms. Kochanski here could only survive if you could adapt + one of your holodecks to generate her image while she visits. + +SPOCK: Captain, we do not have such technology. Perhaps we should get a + landing party to transport over to Red Dwarf. + +KIRK: Agreed. Red Dwarf, we will beam over to your ship. + +LISTER: Okay, okay. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to Officer's Club (viz Red Dwarf III/6). The Red Dwarf gang, +in order to impress the TOS Enterprise crew in order to get their help, +is dressed in their best clothes. This means that Lister's shirt has only +two curry stains on it. Holly is even wearing a hairpiece. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/KIRK): Captain's log stardate 69. A small landing party is beaming over + to Red Dwarf. This includes Mr. Spock and Mr. Scott, who can help + provide technical assistance, Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chappel, who can + give any needed medical assistance, Mr. Sulu, who can oil himself + up and duel with his sword for security assistance, and myself, + who can get laid. + +Five columns of light appear in the Officer's Club, with the accompanying +el-cheapo sound effects. The columns of light transform into the affor- +mentioned ST:TOS personnel. + +CAT: Wow, I haven't seen a light show like that since Jenny and I ... + +Janny slaps the shinola out of Cat, who collapses on the floor. + +KOCHANSKI (saluting): Christine Kochanski, Acting Captain, welcomes you + to Red Dwarf. + +KIRK: Hey, baby, does that H on your forehead stand for 'hot mama'? + +KOCHANSKI: Captain Kirk, with all due respect, smeg off. I am engaged to + Dave Lister now. + +SPOCK: Sir, sensors indicate that this person is actually mechanical. + +KRYTEN: Yes, I am a service droid in service to Mr. Lister, who saved me + from a wrecked craft. + +SPOCK: Fascinating. + +McCOY: Dammit, Spock, I'm the doctor! + +KIRK (looking at Jenny): And who might you be, sweet thing? + +JENNY: You're worst nightmare: a woman with a mind of her own. + +Cat regains his feet and looks at Kirk. + +CAT: Aigh! Look out! There's a strange furry animal and it's attacking + that man's head! + +Cat then rips Kirk's wig off his head and shreds it to bits. + +LISTER: So, Kirk, what does that bald area on your head stand for, lack + of testosterone? + +SCOTTY: Hardly. + +HOLLY: Emergency. Emergency. There's and emergency going on. It's still + going on. + +KOCHANSKI: What is it, Hol? + +HOLLY: There's another ship approaching. + +SPOCK: Odd, sir, when we transported over, there were no ships in our sector + except for us and Red Dwarf. + +HOLLY: That's because it just came through the time hole. + +LISTER: WHAT time hole? + +KRYTEN: But didn't we close up the one we went through? + +HOLLY: Yeah, but this is a new one. The one the other Enterprise made. + +ALL: WHAT?!?!?! + +Commercial + +Throughout this commercial we see scenes of modernday Norman Rockwell +scenes, one of which contains the industry standard token black family. + +V/ANNOUNCER: It was a simpler time. A time when you could trust your + neighbors to sleep with your spouse. When the people with money in + America acted irresponsibly and selfishly while destroying the + nation's economy. When a president representing big business and + the wealthy was in the White House. When Congress fought inflation + by constantly voting themselves pay raises. When only the wealthy + could properly afford an education and good medical care. When the + yuppie scum who run this country drove Japanese cars to rallies for + the homeless. + +Camera cuts to a Mazda Miata sitting in a showroom. + +V/ANNOUNCER: When people would pay over $25000 dollars for a car which + runs on rubber bands and could fit in a coat pocket, just because + it's a status symbol and made in Japan. The new Mazda Miata. The + car that preserves the American dream. In Japan. + +End of commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene opens with a space shot of TNG Enterprise closing in on TOS +Enterprise and Red Dwarf. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, stardate unknown because of that damn time hole. + We are now in an unknown time and place, and we can see that Red + Dwarf is near what looks like an old Federation warship. We must + protect Red Dwarf from possible harm, or else we'll be stuck with + Mr. Rimmer for all eternity. + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene shifts to interior of Red Dwarf, in the Officer's Club, as + before. ++=========================================================================+ + +HOLLY: I'm getting a message from the other Enterprise. 'ang on while I + put it on screen. + +LISTER: O smeg. I think they're going to make us take Rimmer back. + +CAT: What!? No way, Jose! I'd rather work for a living! + +KOCHANSKI: Well, it was nice while it lasted. Have a good life, Dave. + +CAT: After the start he's had? + +LISTER: No, Chrissy, I am NOT letting you go without a fight! + +JENNY: I agree. I'm behind you, Dave. + +The bridge of TNG Enterprise comes on the screen. + +PICARD: Lister, I need to see you right now. + +LISTER: Okay, beam some people over. We've got part of the crew from the + other Enterprise here now. + +PICARD: OTHER Enterprise? + +Kirk adjusts what looks like a shredded squirrel on his bald head. He +adjusts his uniform and puffs out his chest like a male grouse during the +mating season. + +KIRK: This ... is ... Captain James T. Kirk of the Enterprise. + +RIKER (spitting out a whole canteloupe): Wow! My hero! + +LISTER: Listen, Picard, what do you want, anyway? + +PICARD: You have to take Rimmer back. He has been violating our privacy + with a breathtaking irreverence. + +CAT: Hey, I don't care if ol' Grease Stain has been violating young boys + with an overripe celery stalk, he's staying! + +KRYTEN: Captain Picard, sir, you must understand: Lt. Kochanski here is a + hologram. Since we can only support one hologram at a time, + bringing Mr. Rimmer back to our ship would cause her to expire. + +CAT: Again! + +(V/HOLLY): It would also cause her data disk to be permanently corrupted. + She could never even be a hologram again. + +PICARD: Yes, that is a problem. We will send a small party over using the + transporter. Picard out. Will, organize a landing party for Red + Dwarf. + +RIKER (putting down a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken): Yes sir! (Exits) + +TROI: I think Bev and I should go too, sir. + +PICARD: Denied. + +TROI: ... unless you want Bev to find out about that fetish you showed me + the other day. + +PICARD: In that case, permission granted. + ++=========================================================================+ + The scene shifts back to Red Dwarf's Officer's Club, where they + are waiting for the landing party from TNG Enterprise. Four small + light columns appear, which turn into Worf, Troi, Data, and Bev. ++=========================================================================+ + +TROI (to Chappel): Hi, mom. + +DATA: Lieutenant Commander Data of the Starship Enterprise. This is Dr. + Crusher, Councilor Troi, and Lieutenant Worf. Commander Riker will + beam over momentarily. + +CAT: Why didn't Dogbreath come over with you guys? + +WORF: We couldn't all safely fit on the transporter with Commander Riker. + +McCOY: Dr. Crusher, I am Dr. McCoy of the Enterprise. + +CRUSHER: Pleased to meet you. + +McCOY: Pardon me asking but do they call you 'Bones'? + +CRUSHER: Not often, but it has happened. + +McCOY (laughing hysterically): 'Bones' Crusher! Hahahahahaha!!! + +Bev punches him in the eye. + +DATA: Dr. McCoy, I believe we have met before, sir. + +McCOY: We have? + +DATA: Yes, when the newer Enterprise was first comissioned. + +McCOY: How the hell can I know about my own future? Dammit, Data, I'm a + doctor, not a psychic! + +DATA: I am sorry, sir. Apparently humans from your time are not used to + travelling in time, unless it involves the late 20th century + Earth. But as an android, I am not affected by such concepts. + +McCOY: You mean you're not alive? + +DATA: No, sir. + +SPOCK (with that old seven-year look in his eye): Fascinating. + +McCOY: YOU may think it's fascinating, Spock, but it really frosts my + shorts! Imagine, thinking they can make a bunch of tinkertoys + into a human! + +WORF: Lt. Commander Data is not only a fully qualified Starfleet Officer, + but he is also a living creature in the eyes of the Federation. + +SPOCK: Really? Are his emotions normal for humans? + +DATA: No sir, I am entirely devoid of emotion. + +SPOCK (with that seven-year look getting stronger): Most intriguing! + +KIRK (with one eye on Bev as she and Troi talks to Chappel about various + family matters, etc): Gentleman, let us get down to business. + +Just then a ball of light the size of a swing band appears in the middle +of the Officer's Club and becomes Riker, eating a jellybean burrito. + +RIKER: Got any food? + +JENNY: Cork it for a bit, Riker, we've got work to do. + +KIRK (strutting up to Bev): We certainly do. + +LISTER: Let's get down to business. + +KIRK (looking at Bev like a wolf looks at a wounded elk): I am. + +HOLLY: Gordon Bennett, what a smeghead. + +CRUSHER: Kirk, you can either quit looking at my breasts and attend to the + problems at hand, or I will surgically remove your genitalia with + a rusty knife and give them to you as a necklace. + +KRYTEN: If I may, as I see it, the situation is this: the future Enterprise + needs to purge itself of Mr. Arnold, Red Dwarf can't take him and + needs to get back to its own time, and Captain Kirk here needs to + be neutered to stop his being sexist and disfunctional. + +RIKER: I need food. + +LISTER: Here, try this. + +RIKER: What is it? + +LISTER: A triple fried egg sandwich with chili sauce and chutney. + +RIKER: YUM! (wolfs it down) Not bad. Now then, we need ... (turns pale) + ... I gotta find a bathroom! (waddles out as quickly as he can) + +WORF: Nice one, Dave! ( Worf and Lister high five.) + +SPOCK: What seems to be the problem with this Mr. Rimmer? + +CAT: You want a list? + +WORF: He has been violating security and crew members' privacy, and has + generally been a danger and a nuisance to others. + +CAT: Sounds like Rimmer to me. + +DATA: He has been disrupting our ship's discipline and morale, and he has + endangered the lives of the entire crew. + +LISTER: Now 'ang on a minute. Rimmer promised me he wouldn't do anything + like that after he spied on me and Troi. + +TROI: Not precisely, Dave. If you'll recall, you told him not to do that to + either you or me. Since then he has not bothered me, and he can't + have bothered you. + +KOCHANSKI: Dave, what were you doing with her ... alone? + +JENNY: Chrissy, Troi is the ship's councilor for the Enterprise. + +KIRK (sotto voce): I could use some of that councilling myself. + +TROI: I am also empathic; I can sense feelings, emotions, moods. Some of + us were discussing the holodecks on our ship, and at this point I + sensed sadness in Dave. He had used his holodeck time to just + talk to a computer simulation of you. I thought it best to ... + help him work out his depression and frustration. + +KOCHANSKI: I'm sorry, but I've just been brought back as a hologram by + Dave, and I guess I'm a bit jealous. + +TROI: I understand. + +CAT: Besides, he hadn't got any in over three million years. + +Lister punches Cat. Kochanski just looks at Lister with a you'll-pay- +for-that smile. + +KIRK (in awash-with-testosterone mode): You know, Troi, I am in need of + some ... counciling myself. Maybe I should see you about it. + +TROI: Well, I sense something very strong and scarring inside you. + +KIRK: Oh? And what would that be? + +TROI: Enough horniness for a whole herd of wildebeast in the rut. + +LISTER: Look, I refuse to take Rimmer back. I don't want to lose Chrissy + and I will not risk damaging her holodisk. + +DATA: Pardon me, but what information is stored on the holodisk? + +KRYTEN: Oh, just the person's personality, accumulated knowledge, their + DNA structures, things like that. + +DATA: Their DNA structures? Fascinating. Mr. Spock, with your help, I + think I can create a solution to this impasse. + +SPOCK: Of course, it would be an honor. + +Commercial + +Keith Richards is standing in fron tof a black background. + +Keith: 'ello, I'm Keith Rich-eds. There are a lot of you young punks + out there who are doing drugs. But what you don't see is that the + drugs are causing problems worse than the ones you're running + away from. Drugs are not the answer. If you don't do drugs don't + start. If you are a drug taker, stop and clean up. That way there + will be a shitload more for me out there and the prices will go + down to boot. Remember, drugs are not the answer. Drugs are the + question. Yes is the answer. + +End of Commercial + ++=========================================================================+ + We come back from the commercial to see Data, Geordi, Spock, +Kryten, and Holly working in front of a computer in engineering. Kryten +is holding a holodisk while Holly, Geordi, and Data are having a rather +heated discussion. Spock is his usual impassive self, but he keeps staring +at Data. ++=========================================================================+ + +(V/PICARD): Captain's log, stardate still unknown. Commander Data has come + up with a scheme which may give us a way around our problems. He + believes that we can use the genetic information that exists on + the Red Dwarf holodisk in conjunction with our transporters to + bring the crew of the Red Dwarf back to life. However, because + this procedure requires so much energy, we will be able to + resurrect only one crew member and still have enough left over to + open two time holes: one for Red Dwarf, another for us should + ours close. The old Enterprise refuses to help any more than + loaning Mr. Spock because Jenny ripped off Captain Kirk's + testicles when he hit on her. + +DATA: I am not certain that would work, Geordi. + +GEORDI: Yeah, me neither. + +SPOCK: Yes, your original plan, though simple, should be sufficient. + There is no need to complicate it further. + +HOLLY: Good news, I think I have the data in a format that your computer + can read now. + +GEORDI: Okay, let's see if we can read in the DNA data now. + +Geordi punches up a few things on the computer. + +KRYTEN: It seems to be going okay... + +GEORDI: Done. Okay, let's look at the DNA code... + +SPOCK: Fascinating. Captain Hollister has just become a woman. + +HOLLY: 'ang on a minute, I've got it upside down ... there. + +DATA: Perfect. + +KRYTEN: Well done, everybody. Now we are ready for the next phase. + +Kryten removes one holodisk and replaces it with another. + +KRYTEN: Lt. Kochanski's holodisk now in place and ready. + +DATA: Reading in the file ... Done. Now proceeding to reformatting the + file ... Done. We are now ready for the transporters. + +Holly, Kryten, and Geordi leave. As Data is walking out, ... + +SPOCK: Excuse me, Commander Data, I have a few questions that I must + ask you. + ++=========================================================================+ + Fade to Transporter Room 3. Data, O'Brien, Kryten, Geordi, Holly, +and Bev are there, but Spock is nowhere to be found. ++=========================================================================+ + +GEORDI: Running diagnostics .... + +DATA: Odd. The Kochanski file has been tampered with. + +O'BRIEN: But who...? + +DATA, KRYTEN, HOLLY, GEORDI, BEV: Rimmer! + +KRYTEN: Sir, I have a cunning plan. Let us reload the file, but store + it under the name Rimmer. It will not change a thing, but it may + fool Mr. Rimmer. + +DATA: Excellent idea, honey thighs. I shall reload the file ... Done. + Reformatting ... Done. Now, Chief. + +O'BRIEN: Right, McCloud. + +A small needle of light appears on the transporter, which shimmers into + a very alive, very nude Kochanski. + +KOCHANSKI: I'm alive! + +KRYTEN: Glad to have you back, ma'am. + +GEORDI (looking up): Whoa! Check out the infrared! + +O'BRIEN: Data, can we hook up Geordi's visor to ... + +BEV: Knock it off. (Goes over Kochanski with her twirly thing.) She + seems perfectly fine, fit, and well-formed. + +GEORDI (sotto voce): You can say that again. + +DATA: Now to bring Mr. Rimmer back as a hologram. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to Troi's quarters. Spock is there talking to her. ++=========================================================================+ + +TROI: Mr. Spock, I do sense the pain, but you need to open up and tell me + what you feel. You have to tell me how Data's rejection of your + advances hurt. + +SPOCK: I cannot put it into words. Perhaps a Vulcan mindmeld would help. + +TROI: Very well. + +Spock begins to give Troi a mindmeld. After four seconds, his hand starts +to quiver and her breathing gets heavy. She starts to moan and Spock gets +a rather glazed yet intense look on his face. + +TROI: O yes! + +SPOCK: O wow! Owow!OwowOwowOwow! + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to scene of Troi an Spock lying in bed, smoking cigarettes +and smiling from ear to ear. Troi rolls over to face Spock. ++=========================================================================+ + +TROI: Tell me again what's on your mind, Spockie. + +Spock grins, throws his cigarette away, and places his hand on Troi's +head for another mindmeld. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to Picard's ready room. Geordi, Kryten, Kochanski (now fully +dressed), Data, and Holly are there. ++=========================================================================+ + +PICARD: So everything is ready. + +GEORDI: Yes sir. Rimmer has been converted back to his old hologramatic + self, and is restricted to the cargo bays, and the time hole for + Red Dwarf is now stabilized. + +PICARD: Very well, dismissed. + +KOCHANSKI (holding out hand): Thank you, Captain Picard, for bringing me + back to life. + +PICARD: You are more than welcome. + +All exit, except Data, who hovers near the door. + +DATA: Sir, I would like to discuss something with you. + +PICARD: Yes, what is it? + +DATA: Sir, I would like to resign from Starfleet and join Red Dwarf. + +PICARD: WHAT?! But why!? + +DATA: Because I am in love with Kryten, sir, and I believe him to be + carrying our love child. + +PICARD: Well, since Mr. Spock has just requested to sign on with us, I + suppose it's okay. + ++=========================================================================+ + Scene fades to cargo bay of Red Dwarf, where Jenny, Cat, and +Lister are waiting outside of Starbug. Out step Kryten, Holly, Data, +Kochanski, and a hologramtic Rimmer with a big scarlet letter S (for +'Smeghead') on his chest. ++=========================================================================+ + +CAT: You made it! + +Lister runs up and hugs Kochanski. + +JENNY: Data, what are you doing here? + +DATA: Well, is it not the responsibility of the father to provide the + best for his offspring? + +CAT: WHAT? + +KRYTEN: Yes, I am pregnant with Data's love child. + +LISTER: You wot? + +KOCHANSKI: Give you any ideas, Dave? + +HOLLY: We've got to get going, the time hole will close up pretty soon. + ++=========================================================================+ + Cut to scene of the Earth. In orbit near the planet is a big +orange whirly thing. A huge red spacecraft emerges as a possibly familiar +song begins to play. ++=========================================================================+ + +SINGER: It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere... + I'm all alone, More or less. + Let me fly far away from here. + Fun fun fun in the sun sun sun. + + I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose, + Sipping fresh mango juice. + Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes. + Fun fun fun in the sun sun sun. + Fun fun fun in the sun sun sun. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/elizabet b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/elizabet new file mode 100644 index 00000000..3c4ee227 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/elizabet @@ -0,0 +1,390 @@ +Message-ID: <052324Z31011994@anon.penet.fi> +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +From: an67777@anon.penet.fi +X-Anonymously-To: alt.startrek.creative +Organization: Anonymous contact service +Reply-To: an67777@anon.penet.fi +Date: Mon, 31 Jan 1994 05:22:05 UTC +Subject: Elizabeth (1 of 1) +Lines: 378 + + + This story is a somewhat different, though not particularly +serious, interpretation of Beverly. It has held up, more or less, +through six and a half seasons, but I'm afraid that Sub Rosa will +blow it out of the water. (I haven't seen it yet.) I would +welcome any criticisms or comments that anyone might have. + This story is dedicated to my best friend. + + Elizabeth + + by Bridget Olson + + Dr. Beverly Crusher was in the process of teaching the chief +medical officer of the Bozeman some of the techniques that had +been developed since his ship had been caught in the time warp, +when she learned she was receiving a subspace transmission from +Earth. Beverly turned him over to Nurse Ogawa and headed to her +office. She was in a good mood. The Enterprise and its crew had +just successfully escaped a time loop and now they were going +home for a week. Beverly sat down and turned on her transmitter +and smiled when she saw a picture of an unfamiliar room with no- +one in it. For safety's sake, she held back her greeting until he +spoke. + As she had expected, it was Itzhak, but much to her surprise +it was a rather distraught Itzhak. "What has been going on?" he +cried out invisibly. + "What do you mean?" Beverly asked, caught off guard. + "Over the past two weeks, I've felt you die, I don't know +how many times. I lost track after a while. You'd die and then +you'd come back and then you'd die again, over and over. It was +awful, and I couldn't reach you to find out what was going on. +What has been happening?" Itzhak sounded as if he were crying. + Beverly went white. "Oh, Itzhak, I'm so sorry. It didn't +occur to me what it would mean to you. I know I died, but I don't +remember dying. We were caught in a time loop and I only remember +working to escape the last time when we succeeded. The loop must +have been blocking communications." + "So you are out of the time loop now and you're not going +to die again." + "Yes, we are out and I am not going to die again." + "Thank God. I am so relieved, but I really wish you were +here so I could see you in person." + "Well, actually, I was going to ring you up later today," +Beverly said, rather outdatedly, a slip she would never have made +in front of her crewmates. "We're headed to Earth right now. +Jean-Luc is giving a speech at the Academy's graduation +ceremonies. We'll be there in forty hours. Why don't you meet me +in San Francisco." + "I'll do that. I miss you and I love you, Elizabeth." + "I love you, too, Itzhak." Beverly said, wishing it was +enough. + + The one thing that Picard hated about being captain was +always having to be the bearer of bad news. Especially when it +regarded a friend. He went into Dr. Crusher's office and gently +told her that Wesley had been in an accident but was fine. She +seemed to have difficulty accepting that a person could be +declared fine so soon after breaking a collarbone, but it didn't +bother him. She was no doubt thinking about Jack, and perhaps her +grandmother's stories of treating colonists without proper +medicines. On Alveda III, during the disaster, a minor injury +could easily become fatal and the stories had no doubt affected +her. + + If you want to know what happened with Wesley's trial, watch +the episode First Duty. Suffice it to say that Beverly spent +almost all the time she didn't spend with Wesley, with Itzhak. By +the end of her visit, Itzhak was pretty much recovered from his +experience. It was a very stressful time for Beverly, being +worried about both Wesley and Itzhak. + + The ceremony was over. The class was successfully graduated. +The captain's speech had been a success. The Enterprise was +scheduled to leave in a few hours. Chief Engineer Geordi La Forge +was talking to the captain about some work that had been done on +the turbolifts as they walked through the Academy gardens, when +he saw something rather astonishing. Dr. Crusher was holding and +kissing thin air. La Forge was flabbergasted. Then he became +aware that the captain was merely looking displeased and that Dr. +Crusher looked, not exactly guilty, but like she knew she had a +lot of explaining to do. And from the thin air beside her, in a +tone that matched her expression, there came a man's voice +saying, "Oh, shit." + + Beverly recovered first. In the most matter of fact voice +she could muster she suggested they all go back to the quarters +she and Itzhak had been sharing and discuss things. The others +nodded. + They walked in pairs, silently. Beverly and Itzhak walked +ahead, holding hands and agreeing through inconspicuous hand +signals to tell everything. Jean-Luc and Geordi were too caught +up in their private thoughts to talk. Beverly thought to herself +how unfair it was that after everything else that had happened in +the past week that this had to happen now. + + After they arrived, Beverly said, "I think, Jean-Luc, that +we should start by showing you what Geordi is seeing. These are +the rooms we always get in San Francisco. As you can see there +are no mirrors on the walls. We do, however, keep one in here +that I use sometimes." She pulled out a small mirror from a +compartment under the sink and handed it to Jean-Luc. + Jean-Luc had a little more warning than Geordi but was still +visibly disturbed by the fact that he could not see Itzhak in the +mirror. He could see everyone and everything else reflected, but +no matter how he manipulated the mirror, or had Itzhak move, he +could not catch Itzhak's reflection. + "What the hell is going on, Beverly?" Jean-Luc demanded. + "I will explain everything in due time, but there is more," +Beverly said with a stressed smile. "You now know there is +something odd about Itzhak, but it's only fair that you know +there is something odd about me as well. If we are to suffer for +the truth, we will both suffer. Now take a seat and I'll be with +you in a moment." + Itzhak sat the two officers in chairs and appropriated the +couch for himself and Beverly. He knew they both needed to be +near each other. Beverly returned from the bedroom carrying an +old fashioned photo album and handed it to Geordi, so that he and +Jean-Luc could look at it together. Inside were dozens of photos +dating from the nineteenth century, along with photos of +portraits dating from even earlier. Beverly was in perhaps half +of them. "You're free to test them any way you like and you'll +find them to be completely authentic. Just, please, don't damage +them. They're the only mementos I have left of a number of people +I love." + "Are you some sort of time traveller, Beverly?" Picard +asked. + "No, though I used that as an excuse once when I ran into an +old acquaintance at a conference a few decades ago." She smiled +briefly at the memory, but then grew serious again. "No, I'm not +a time traveller, nor am I an extraterrestrial. To be honest, I +don't know exactly what I am. I was born in Kent in 1486 with an +identical twin sister named Margaret. I was named Elizabeth. For +reasons I have never figured out, Margaret died of natural causes +at age 73 and I didn't. I've run all sorts of tests on myself and +I've found that I'm completely normal. The only thing that's +unusual is that nothing's unusual. I'm not abnormally strong, I +can't walk through walls, turn myself invisible or anything else +that humans can't do. I just don't age and I have a remarkable +immune system. + "Anyway, I spent five centuries watching everyone I knew +die. None of my children have been unusually long lived, though +that hasn't kept me from watching Wesley for signs that he'll be +the exception. I'd given up all hope of ever finding another +immortal when 2012 happened. I met Itzhak and we fell in love. I +was so happy when I found out he wasn't going to die." + "But Beverly, you said and the records say you were raised +on Alveda III." Jean-Luc said, a bit dazedly. + "I lied. I'm a doctor and I know how to fake a birth +certificate. Jean-Luc, the herbalist grandmother I told you about +was me. I applied my knowledge of herbalism to the planet's +flora. The colonial council was grateful to me so they were happy +to help me out when I told them what I was, especially since they +realized I wouldn't have had the knowledge and ability to help +them as effectively if it wasn't for my age." + "Itzhak is a vampire!" Geordi suddenly exclaimed as +realization dawned. + "Yes, Itzhak is a vampire, but you must believe me when I +say that he has never hurt or killed anyone," Beverly said +earnestly. "He needs very little blood to survive. When I am +around he uses mine. The stories about vampires are extremely +exaggerated. Do you believe what I've told you about us?" + The captain answered, "I shall have the pictures tested of +course. Assuming that they prove to be authentic it sounds as +likely an explanation as any I can think of. I don't see any +reason for you to lie. In all the years I've known you, Beverly, +I've never seen or heard of you hurting anyone without good cause +and I am inclined to trust your judgement of Itzhak." Geordi +nodded his head in agreement. "What I don't understand is your +secrecy about it. You should have at least told me. I'm your +captain and I should know your abilities. I realize there were +witch-hunts in the past, so it would have been dangerous for you +then, but we're beyond that now." + "Are you sure, Captain? Yes, I wouldn't get burned at the +stake, but look at what happened to Data. He nearly lost the +fight to prove his sentience and he probably would have lost +custody of his daughter, just so that Starfleet could make a few +more androids. I could potentially give humanity immortality. I +believe that if I were to come out, first the historians would +pick my brains until I couldn't stand it anymore and then the +doctors would dissect me and I don't think it would tell them +anything either. If you think there aren't doctors who would +dissect me in the name of science you haven't met as many doctors +as I have." + "You have a point," Jean-Luc admitted. + "Captain, the reason I didn't tell you is because as captain +it's your duty to inform Starfleet of any potential dangers. I +would have told you eventually, but I needed to be sure you +trusted me. Please, will you two please keep quiet about this. +Please don't tell anyone." + "You've got my word," Geordi said. "You're right about Data. +The way I see it you haven't done anything wrong and shouldn't +have to suffer for the way you were born." + "Thank you, Geordi," Beverly said, gratefully. "And you, +Captain?" + "I won't say anything to Starfleet for now, but I do need to +think the matter through. I have a lot of questions and I'd like +to order my thoughts. However, I don't want things to look out of +the ordinary to the rest of the crew. I do know you really are a +doctor, so, for the time being, you may return to the Enterprise, +and your duties in Sickbay, if you want. So, do you want to +return to the Enterprise with us?" + "Yes. I realize both of you must have questions. I'm willing +to talk to either of you at any time. By the way, one thing that +might interest you is that, I've been a doctor for centuries. I +find going back to medical school, from time to time, is a good +way to keep myself up to date." + + If anyone on the ship noticed a tension about Picard or +Crusher, no-one mentioned it. Both had a lot of experience hiding +their emotions. However, neither slept very well. Crusher was +very aware of the fact that she was on probation. She had really +put herself in danger by coming back to the Enterprise, but she +really loved being in space. And so it was with some relief that +she received Picard's invitation to tea two days later. She was +apprehensive, but at least it would be over soon. + + "Hello, you're early." Picard sat with an indecipherable +expression and a book. + "I know, but I couldn't stand waiting any longer. Have you +made up your mind about me?" + "Yes. I've decided you were right. If Starfleet got hold of +you, you wouldn't survive. I've done some research, and that +included speaking to Wesley, by the way, and I haven't found any +sign that you or Itzhak have ever done anything wrong, so I'm not +going to turn you in. Also, you're an excellent doctor and I'd +hate to lose you in Sickbay, so I'm not going to ask you to +resign or transfer. However, I do have some questions, Beverly... +Elizabeth." + "Please call me Beverly. We can't have you slipping and +calling me Elizabeth at an inconvenient time." She smiled, but +she knew that their friendship was still on trial. She was elated +that she was staying on the Enterprise, but Jean-Luc had been a +good friend and she hated the idea of losing him. + "Alright, Beverly. Why don't I get us some tea." + As he headed for the replicator, Beverly picked his book up +off the table. "What have you been reading? Ah, Measure for +Measure. It's a good play as I recall, but I've never read it and +I haven't seen it since it first played at the Globe. I liked it, +but I never got around to seeing it again." + Picard stopped and turned around at the replicator. "You saw +first run Shakespeare," he said enviously. + "Oh, yes. I lived in London for about twenty years around +1600. I became quite a theatre buff. I was in Europe for the +early part of Shakespeare's career and I left for America before +it ended, but I saw most of his plays in between." + "You must tell me about them some time." Picard started to +smile, then stopped, remembering the situation. + "I'd like to," she said quietly. + Picard turned back to the replicator and, of course, ordered +Earl Grey. "What would you like?" + Crusher thought and then smiled mischievously. "Hot +chocolate, a la Alma Diaz." + "Who's Alma Diaz?" Picard asked, handing her the drink. + "A good friend I had when I lived in Spain during the +1570's. She introduced me to this. The spices are very different +from modern hot chocolate. It has a lot of pepper and no milk. I +can't imagine Troi drinking it." + Picard made a face. "How's Geordi dealing with all this?" + "He seems to be fine. He came by with the pictures yesterday +and we chatted a bit. He made a point of inviting me to the next +poker game. Of course, the friendship I've had with him has +never been as close as yours and mine, so he hasn't taken my +lying personally. Shall we get on with your questions?" + "Alright, first I want to know why you married Jack when you +so obviously love Itzhak. You always told me he was your cousin +and I never suspected you were lying. You always acted so +platonically." + "I married Jack because I loved him. And I do still love +him. Before we married, I told him about me and Itzhak and what +we are. He didn't mind, as long as I was faithful to him while he +was alive. He didn't want to become a vampire, because he loved +space more than life. Vampires die instantly in space." + There were probably as many theories as to why this was so +as there were vampires. This was proven to be true when Elizabeth +accompanied a suicidal vampire, who wanted his death to be +useful, into space. He died within seconds of leaving the Earth's +atmosphere. No number of attempts on Elizabeth's part were +successful in reviving him. + "I think what attracted me to Jack was that he loved space +as much as I do. And that's why I married him. I'm not saying I +would have stopped loving him if he had chosen to become a +vampire. And I certainly wish he hadn't died so young. I really +do miss him. I was expecting to get a few decades with him, not +just a few years. What I mean is that I would never marry an +immortal. Can you imagine spending eternity tied to one person? I +can't. I spent three hundred years being monogamous with Itzhak +and it was wonderful, but then we both needed a change for a +while. If we were married, I'd feel obligated to stay on Earth +with him and I'd hate him by now. But he's let me go and follow +my own destiny and I love him for it. He encourages me even now +after what happened with the time warp." + "What was so special about the time warp? You've been in +danger before." Jean-Luc sounded warmer. + "Yes, but I've never died before. Jean-Luc, at the end of +each loop, we all died. Including me, which I find a comfort +really. I'd hate to think I could survive being atomized. Anyway, +the bond between a vampire and his lover is very special. Every +time I died, he felt it. He felt me die over and over again. He +was a wreck when we got back to Earth. Between him and Wesley, it +was not a fun visit for me. So I kissed him goodbye in the +garden, because we both needed it. Unfortunately, we lost track +of time. He was meant to be well gone before the ceremony ended." + "I see. And what about Odan? You loved him and yet you +rejected him, or should I say her? I would think someone as long +lived as Odan would be appealing. Or was it because of Itzhak?" +He now sounded more curious than concerned. He'd never really +gotten to know Odan very well. + "Oh, how do I explain. I didn't leave him out of loyalty to +Itzhak, if that's what you mean. I left him because I have Itzhak +and Data and other people who are less mortal than humans in my +life. I spent five hundred years searching for a friend who +wouldn't die. In Itzhak, I found both a friend and a lover. If I +could somehow have met Odan before I met Itzhak and before +interstellar travel, I would have stayed with him, no matter what +he turned into, though it would have been incredibly difficult +for both of us. I love him, but I can't deal with his changes. +It was enough of a stretch learning to love an alien. If that +sounds awful to you, consider that in my youth, it was considered +shocking to sleep with someone who was not the same skin color or +religion. Anyways, I can't be Odan's lover and being lovers was +an integral part of our relationship, so we can't just be +friends. Maybe someday, maybe in a few centuries, I'll learn to +deal with it and I'll go see if he's still alive and still in +love with me. And then I'll have to deal with two long lived +lovers, which should prove interesting. Actually, if you think +about it, it makes more sense for me to reject him as an +immortal, than as a mortal. As a mortal widow, I might really +like the idea of someone who would be more likely to be there in +my old age. As it is, I'm not expecting old age, so that isn't a +factor." + They sat in silence for a while, absorbed in their thoughts +and sipping their drinks. After a while, Picard spoke +reflectively. + "I guess what I've been afraid of is that you might no +longer be human. That you might be like Q and see us as nothing +but a game to keep you amused through the centuries. But you do +seem to honestly have feelings for us. Now I just wonder how you +have managed to survive and still remain human." + "I don't really know how I do it. I just do it. It's +extremely hard sometimes, but I have to survive and I couldn't +live with myself if I didn't stay human. Being only human, I do +spend some time thinking about the past and speculating on the +future, but I work at concentrating on the good things the +present has. Yes, I miss Jack, but now I have you and Wesley +and, yes, you will die, but you're alive now. And I miss the life +I had with the Shawnee after I left Jamestown, but now I'm in +space and I love it here. If I'd died then, I wouldn't be here +now. I don't know if that answers your question at all." + "Somewhat. It will do." + "Do you have any other questions?" + "For now, I just have one," Jean-Luc hesitated. He wasn't +sure if he was asking too much, but he very much wanted the +answer to be yes. "Feel free to say no. I don't want to sound +like one of the Starfleet historians you're so afraid of, and I +don't want to force you into reliving the past. But would you +mind, as a friend, telling me about your life, at least the high +points? It must be fascinating." + "It will take a long time," Beverly warned with a smile. She +felt truly happy for the first time in days. + "I don't mind. We've got many teas ahead of us." + "Should I start at the beginning?" Seeing her friend's nod, +she began, "I was born in 1486 with a twin sister. The War of the +Roses had ended the year before and King Henry VII had just +sealed his victory by marrying Elizabeth of York who was the heir +of the rival family. My father had a minor position in the new +king's court and being an ambitious man, he wished to move up. +Accordingly, he named us after the new royal family in an effort +to please them. I, of course, was named for Elizabeth of York. +I'm sure that if the name had existed he would have named my +sister Henrietta after the king, but it didn't exist yet and he +wasn't imaginative enough to make something up so he named her +Margaret after the king's mother. We were raised..." + +------------------------------------------------------------------------- +To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. +Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, +and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. +Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi. + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emailent b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emailent new file mode 100644 index 00000000..6744d5a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emailent @@ -0,0 +1,97 @@ +From meo@stiatl.UUCP Wed Oct 12 13:24:15 1988 +Path: utastro!cs.utexas.edu!wasatch!mailrus!uflorida!gatech!kong!emory!stiatl!meo +From: meo@stiatl.UUCP (Miles O'Neal) +Newsgroups: rec.humor,rec.arts.sf-lovers,comp.misc +Subject: Stranger Than Fiction? +Message-ID: <643@stiatl.UUCP> +Date: 12 Oct 88 18:24:15 GMT +Distribution: na +Organization: Sales Technologies Inc., Atlanta, GA +Lines: 84 + + +STAR TREK V - The EMAIL Message + +(or More Trouble Than Tribbles) + +The following was gleaned from a ship's log adrift in space near the +new nebula LANpoop, named for the Starship LANpoop, which disappeared +at about the same time the nebula appeared in the Atlanta Cluster in the +Georgia galaxy, Sector 3, Quadrant 7. + +"Stardate 3.1.415.927, Admiral George P. Burdell, MIS Starship LANpoop. + +"We recently ran out of space on our F: drive (a networked DOS partition +on STIATL (our unix isolation ward hardware), which is networked to some +VAXen via TCP/IP). We realized we were silly to tie ourselves to 1 drive with +limited potential, and soon schemed to create a truly virtual F: drive from +our available resources. Steve Lyle, our Systems Administrator, 1st class, +carried out the operation, without consulting the Captain of the Starship +LANpoop." + +Captain: "Status report, Mr. Spock?" +Spock: "I'm querying the new NetManager, now, Captain." +Sulu: "Captain! All dialup ports frozen solid!" +Captain: "Mr. Scott! Whats happening down there?" +Scott: "I dunna ae tellee burra syncing ona e disks, forsooth?" +Captain: "Huh???" +Chekov: "Sir, I believe he said, "I dunna ae tellee burra syncing ona e + disks, forsooth?"" +Captain: "Say what?" +Spock: "Sir, I believe he said the disks are full, and backfeeding bits + onto the BI bus. I've got the NetManager query response coming in now." +Admiral: (smiling) "Mr. Chekov, may I remind you that baiting an officer is a + dangerous game?" +Sulu: (whispered) "It's better than no game at all." +NetManager: "VAX01 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +"VAX02 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +"VAX03 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +"VAX04 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +Captain: "Spock! What could have happened?" +Spock: "Insufficient data, Captain, but the ship's disk log seems to indicate + that the F: drive has broken out of the UNIX isolation ward and grown to + an incredible size. It must have eaten all of our spare disk to do this." +Sulu: "Captain, we've got inbound WATS customers on TTYs 1, 5, and 7. All of + them say their respective Commtasks are dying, and they have gone to + Condition Red. LANfleet command is on the LA120 with an urgent message to + help them." +Captain: "Spock?" +Spock: "Not without more resources, Ron." +Captain: "Mr. Scott!!! I need more disk! Giga factor 2!" +Scott: "Huh???" +Spock: "Allow me, Captain. Mr. Scott, thah captain sesd heanz seasd na ha + mure spece onha deesk ana hea musthef 2 gig or mure." +Captain: (head in hands, quietly) "Why did I ever leave the Equifax?" +Scott: "I canna dewit! We hefna thah moolah allocayhted theys fiscahlyeer!" +Captain: "Huh???" +Chekov: "I believe he said..." +Captain: "Myester Sulooh shuhht hyim oop! Iya ken heeyear tha noiz mahself!" +Spock: "Sir, I believe he said we can't afford it." +Captain: "Beam me to finance, Mr. Scott." +Spock: "Wait, captain. Not yet. Dr. McCoy and Lt. Anderson have been training + a new F: drive expert over in PD. Corporal Lyle, I think. Maybe he can help." +NetManager: "...VAX318 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +"VAX319 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +"VAX320 : %SYS-F-NODISKSPACE" (pause) +Captain: "Mr. Spock! Can you shut that thing..." +Spock: "Wait!" +NetManager: "STIATL - urgent msg for lyle: F: drive full" +Spock: "Fascinating. Here's the trouble. The STIATL drive filled up, and a + virtual F:olator kicked in, allowing the other drives on the net to + consume themselves. Even the Warp drive is full. All the dilithium + crystals got archived to tape to make room for DOS programs." +Captain: "DOS!!! I thought we pawned those off on the Klingons. We did! + I remember. The MS plague wiped them out!" +Spock: "Yes, sir, but DOS are like tribbles, but MUCH less friendly, and + MUCH more dangerous." +Captain: "This is the Captain! Prepare to abandon ship! Mr. Spock, activate + self-destruct sequence..." + +The recorded conversation is followed by a noise suspiciosly similar to that +made by a mongo EMP applied to the recorder circuits of a Starship's log. +The investigation is proceeding apace. + + +Disclaimer: You know how it goes, I'm sure. + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emissary.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emissary.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..fd17fde3 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/emissary.rev @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +WARNING: The following post contains spoiler information about this week's +TNG episode, "The Emissary", for those who haven't seen it (most of you, +probably). Be warned. + +I mean it, now. + +Made it? Good. Now we can chat. + +This, folks, is GOOD stuff. + +As I recall, many people who saw Suzie Plakson as the Vulcan doctor in +"The Schizoid Man" made lots of positive comments about her (only a few of +which were about her acting ability, but...:-)). Well, guess what? + +SHE'S BACK!! + +But, before I continue, here's a brief synopsis. There were two plots, but +both of them revolved completely around Ms. Plakson's character, the half- +human, half-Klingon ambassador, Kelar (sp?). + +"Framing" Plot: (since it's first, sort of) + +Ambassador Kelar arrives on board the Enterprise...in a Class-A probe. Seems +that Starfleet was in a real hurry to get her on board ship, and the probe +was the only Warp-9 capable transport around. Pity...since the probe is +just barely capable of accommodating a human body. The ride's a bit +cramped. + +As it turns out, the _reason_ she's on board ship (which we don't find out until +she's briefing the crew...Starfleet kept this very hush-hush) is that a Klingon +"sleeper-ship" of sorts (designation mine) is about to wake up. The crew were +put into cryogenic sleep 75 years previous, and have no way of knowing that +the Fed-Klin war is over. They're also in range of several minimally-armed +Federation outposts. And, as if this weren't bad enough, the reason a +Federation ship has to go, and not a Klingon vessel, is that the closest +ship, the Prang, is a full two days behind...far too late. This is a good +definition of a BAD THING. + +Kelar recommends destroying them, saying it's the only chance if they've already +awakened. Picard cannot accept that, and puts Kelar and Worf together to work +on options. An option is eventually found, but I don't plan to spoil it. +However, Picard's pairing off Worf and Kelar is very interesting, because of... + +MAIN PLOT: (tee-hee. I'm so sneaky.) + +Worf is not particularly happy with Kelar when he sees her again. Yes, that's +right: 'again'. Apparently, the two of them had a bit of a relationship about +six years earlier. Details are not gone into, but it appears that they broke +up because neither of them thought the other was ready to commit (or something +like that...ask them.) + +After a couple of spats, Kelar stalks off to the holodeck, and loads Worf's +calisthenics. Then, Worf comes in to the middle of this, and, in response to +her remark of "not much of an exercise", says only, "Computer: Load Level Two." +Eep. + +The calisthenics go well...very well. The two lovers reunite, and have one +hell of a passionate scene, or so it's implied. The camera cuts on the two of +them with hands locked so tightly around each other's hand that they're +literally bleeding, and then we come back from commercial with Kelar saying +that, apparently, calisthenics come in many forms, some more interesting than +others. Well, *I'm* not going to try to picture it, anyway. + +This time, it seems, Worf's not going to make the same mistake he made six +years earlier. He begins to recite an oath, and Kelar freezes upon hearing it. +It is the Klingon oath of marriage, and she's not prepared to go that far. +From there, things get very antsy, but again, I shan't spoil the resolution. +(particularly since this synopsis is getting VERY long) + +Now, to some comments. + +First of all, the music in this episode should by rights get about a 28, not +just a 10. I'd never really heard most of it before, and Jerry Goldsmith +put together some wonderful themes. Truly exquisite, but I can't really +discuss it properly. + +Secondly, Suzie Plakson does a wonderful half-Klingon. I suppose they made +her half human so she could have a "human" sense of humor. It works, folks; +it works. I'm personally wondering if she's going to pull a Mark Lenard and +play a Romulan next time. I wouldn't mind. + +The opening credits said that this was written "from an unpublished story". +That's the first time I've ever seen that credit, but if they can keep up +this level of quality, I have no objections. + +Incidentally, Worf looks FANTASTIC in old Klingon garb. How do we get to +find this out? I'll never tell. + +If you liked the poker game at the beginning of "The Measure of a Man", you'll +love the one that begins "The Emissary". This time, the players are Riker, +Data, Pulaski, Geordi, and WORF. Worf plays an...unusual game of poker, to +say the least. Share and Enjoy. + +Well, I'm just about done here. I'll just say that this is one of the more +suspenseful episodes I've seen, despite the fact that the Enterprise isn't in +any real danger. (I mean, one Bird of Prey from the twenty-third century +isn't going to be much of a threat to twenty-fourth century state-of-the-art, +after all.) I think you'll agree. I certainly hope so. + +Now, for some of those rating thingies: + +Plot: 9.5. Not quite perfect, but mighty, mighty close. +Plot Handling: 10. Bee-yoo-tee-ful. +Characterization: 10. Would've been only a nine, but the opening poker + game brought it up. +Technical: 10. Everything made sense, and the music would've brought it up + even if it didn't. + +TOTAL: 9.9---> 10. Keep it up, guys...keep it up. + +NEXT WEEK: A rerun. Of "The Dauphin", no less. I'll wait for the week after. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy Major) +BITNET: H52Y@CRNLVAX5 +INTERNET: H52Y@VAX5.CIT.CORNELL.EDU +UUCP: ...!rochester!cornell!vax5.cit.cornell.edu!h52y +"Here we are, the perfect pair...Beauty and the Beast. Mind you, if anybody +calls you beast, I'll rip their lungs out." + ---The Joker, to Vicki Vale diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enc-s1.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enc-s1.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..40876404 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enc-s1.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1093 @@ + + + STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION + First Season Encyclopedia + Third Edition + + Edited by Jim S. Lyon with assistance from Lee Whiteside, Joe Siegler, + Christina Mavroudis, Berkeley Hunt, Alan Hale, David Johnson, David + Keller, Pola Staples and Carolyn Kinkead. + + File Copyright (C) July 1989 by Enterprise America + +----STARDATE CHRONOLOGY-------------------------------------------------------- +Following each entry is a two-number code; the first is the episode number as + AIRED, the second the Paramount Code number in FILMING order.) + +41153.7 : Encounter at Farpoint (1-2,101-102) +41209.2 : The Naked Now (3,103) +41235.25 : Code of Honor (4,104) +41242.4 : Datalore (13,114) +41249.3 : Lonely Among Us (7,107) +41255.6 : Justice (8,109) +41263.1 : Where No One Has Gone Before (6,106) +41294.5 : Haven (11,105) +41309.5 : Too Short a Season (16,112) +41365.9 : 11001001 (15,116) +41386.4 : The Last Outpost (5,108) +41416.2 : Coming of Age (19,119) +41463.9 : Home Soil (18,117) +41503.7 : Heart of Glory (20,120) +41509.1 : When the Bough Breaks (17,118) +41590.5 : Hide and Q (10,111) +41601.3 : Skin of Evil (23,122) +41636.9 : Angel One (14,115) +41697.9 : We'll Always Have Paris (24,124) +41723.9 : The Battle (9,110) +41775.5 : Conspiracy (25,125) +41798.2 : The Arsenal of Freedom (21,121) +41986.0 : The Neutral Zone (26,126) +41997.7 : The Big Goodbye (12,113) +None : Symbiosis (22,123) + +The date given from Old Calendar reckoning in "The Neutral Zone" as the current + date is 2364 A.D. + + +----LOCATION GUIDE------------------------------------------------------------- + +Aldea : A planet in the Epsilon Mynos system whose people are dying due to + ozone depletion and radiation poisoning because of a cloaking screen run by + the computerized Custodian. Beverly found a cure for the radiation sickness, + which made the Aldeans sterile. (When the Bough Breaks) +Aldron Four : Enterprise's destination after leaving Relva. (Coming of Age) +Alcyone : The inhabitants of this planet destroyed the last of the plague-car- + rying Tarellian refugees. (Haven) +Altair III : Riker didn't allow his former captain, DeSoto, to beam down to + this planet from USS Hood when Riker was Hood's exec. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Angel One : A matriarchal society where men are considered subordinate. Seve- + ral survivors from the SS Odin came here and were considered fugitives until + the Enterprise convinced Elected One Beata to let them into exile on an iso- + lated island. (Angel One) +Antica : A planet in the Beta Renner system at war with its neighbor world, + Selay. Its inhabitants are canine-like Anticans. (Lonely Among Us) +Arloph Nine : The USS Charleston is delayed here, prompting Enterprise to bring + the three Earthlings home. (The Neutral Zone) +Armus IX : Where Riker wore feathers to impress the leaders. (Angel One) +Asphia : The planet where the SS Odin crashed; several of its crew, including + Captain Ramsey, escaped the destruction. (Angel One) +Aveda Three : A colony world stricken with disaster that Beverly lived on as a + child, as did her grandmother who was responsible for saving lives with her + knowledge of native plants. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Beltane IX : After commandeering a shuttle, Jake Kurland tells Picard he is + going to escape to here. (Coming of Age) +Beta Cassius System : Where the planet Haven is located. (Haven) +Beta Magellan System : Where the planet Bynaus is located. (11001001) +Beta Renner System : Where the planets Antica and Selay are. (Lonely Among Us) +Betazed : Home of an advanced race of humanoids with telepathic and empathic + abilities. A Federation Member World. Chief Counselor Deanna Troi is from + here, as well as Lwaxana Troi, her mother (her father was a Starfleet offi- + cer, a human.) (Haven) +Brekka : Fourth planet of the Delos system, its only product is felicium, ori- + ginally a cure for a plague on neighboring Ornara but now only a narcotic + for those people. (Symbiosis) +Bynaus : Home planet of the Bynars, a race who live and work in pairs and exist + in conjunction with a massive organic computer. In the Beta Magellan sys- + tem. (11001001) +Cerberus II : Planet where the rejuvenation process used by Admiral Jameson was + developed. Long considered a myth, the process involves use of herbs and + drugs administered slowly; Jameson used them quickly. (Too Short a Season) +Coltair Four : A planet that feels the time distort. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Delos System : Home of planets Brekka and Ornara; its sun underwent a period of + magnetic field instability. (Symbiosis) +Delphi Ardu : The last remaining outpost world of the Tkon Empire, a political + body that existed thousands of years ago, now extinct. (Last Outpost) +Delta-05 : Science station on the Neutral Zone border that was destroyed by + unknown causes. (The Neutral Zone) +Deneb IV : Also known as Farpoint, this is the site of Farpoint Station, con- + structed by the planet's inhabitants, the Bandi. In actuality, the Bandi, + led by their leader, Groppler Zorn, captured an alien entity and forced + it to create Farpoint to appease the Federation. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Dytalix-B : Fifth of six planets in the Mira system mined by Dytalix Mining + Corporation. It is here that Picard meets investigators in the Starfleet + conspiracy. (Conspiracy) +Earth : Mother planet of humanity; most of the Enterprise's crew is from there. + A virtual paradise in the 24th century. The Enterprise visits here during + the Parasite encounter. (seen in Conspiracy; seen via holodeck in The Big + Goodbye, 11001001, We'll Always Have Paris) +Epsilon Mynos System : Where Aldea is located. (When the Bough Breaks) +Gamma Tauri IV : The Ferengi stole a K-9 Converter from here. (Last Outpost) +Gault : Farming planet where Worf was raised; he was found at Khitomar Outpost + and raised here by a human father with a step-brother. (Heart of Glory) +Hali : Supposedly a hellish environment filled with enemies to fight; Worf + suggests to K'Nera to exile Korris' party to here. (Heart of Glory) +Haven : A paradise planet in the Beta Cassius system, governed by First Elec- + torine Valeda Innis. A Tarellian plague ship was once approaching this pla- + net. (Haven) +Idini Star Cluster : The Enterprise passes through here on the way to Mordan + IV. Here Picard offers Jameson the conn. (Too Short a Season) +Illicon : A planet that feels the time distort. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Isis III : The destination of the Enterprise after it departs Mordan IV. (Too + Short a Season) +Jarada : A new Federation ally. Inhabited by insectoid people who greatly + respect protocol. (The Big Goodbye) +Kabatris : Here Riker wore fancy robes to impress its leaders. (Angel One) +Kazis Binary System : Where the Earth capsule is discovered. (The Neutral Zone) +Khitomer : A Klingon Outpost where Worf was born. A Romulan attack devastated + the colony and Worf was found in the rubble by a human Starfleet officer, + and taken to Gault. (Heart of Glory) +Kling : The Klingon Home Planet. Also known as Klinzhai. (Heart of Glory) +Ligon II : A highly chivalristic planet with a strict code of honor inhabited + by black-skinned humanoids who possess the antidote to Anchilles Fever, + a disease that has stricken Styris Four. (Code of Honor) +Lorenze Cluster : A star group which includes the planet Minos. (The Arsenal of + Freedom) +Mars : Fourth planet of the Sol System; here at the Utopia Planecia shipyards + the USS Enterprise was constructed. +Maxia Zeta : System where the USS Stargazer fought a Ferengi ship, the first + such contact (although it wasn't realized at the time). The Stargazer + was lost here. (The Battle) +Micromius : Planet where some medical disaster happened. Dr. Crusher developed + something to prevent the same accident and presumably presented it to Dr. + Terence Epstein. (11001001) +Minos : A planet in the Lorenze Cluster, once the home of a humanoid species + who sold arms to both sides in the Ersalrope Wars. They were destroyed by + one of their own weapons. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Mira System : Location of the planet Dytalix-B. Six planets. (Conspiracy) +Mordan IV : A Federation world governed by Karnas. A diplomatic party was cap- + tured by Karnas there to lure Admiral Jameson into a return. (Too...Season) +M-Zed Five : An outpost the Batris was supposedly on course for before it was + damaged by Ferengi; actually, this was a lie. (Heart of Glory) +M-33 Galaxy: Located beyond Triangulum, it is 2.7 million light years away from + the Milky Way Galaxy, where the Federation is located. The Enterprise was + propelled here accidentally by the Traveler. (Where No One Has Gone Before) +Neutral Zone: That area of space between the Federation and the Romulan Empire. + The Federation has nine outposts here and several Starbases, all of which + were destroyed by unknown causes. The Romulan outposts were similarly des- + troyed. (Mentioned in Angel One, Heart of Glory; seen in The Neutral Zone) +Omicron Pascal : The Enterprise was detained here before its rendezvous at + Starbase 74. (11001001) +Omicron Theta Four : The planet where malcontents under Dr. Noonian Sung set- + tled. Data and Lore were created by the scientist here. (Datalore) +Opraline : Enterprise's destination upon leaving Ornara. (Symbiosis) +Ornara : Third planet of the Delos system, its population relies on felicium, + a narcotic, to survive. The Ornarans supply the planet Brekka with every- + thing it needs to survive in return for felicium. In essence, Ornara is + a complete society of drug addicts. (Symbiosis) +Pacifica : Ocean world that the Enterprise is en route to before the trip to + Dytalix and then to Earth. (Conspiracy) +Parliament : A Federation world reminiscent of Babel, the Enterprise is en + route there when delayed by the cloud creature. (Lonely Among Us) +Pegos Minor System : The Enterprise diverts through here, because Manheim's + distress signal is relayed here. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Pelius Five : The Enterprise's destination after its maintenance is completed + at Starbase 74. (11001001) +Persephone V : The Enterprise picks up Admiral Mark Jameson here for transport + to Mordan IV. (Too Short a Season) +Pleiades Cluster: In the constellation Taurus, a group of seven stars. The En- + terprise was mapping there before diverting to Velara Three. (Home Soil) +Quadra Sigma Three : A mining world where a terrible accident occurred. The + Enterprise was called but delayed by Q. (Hide and Q) +Quazulu Eight : Where Wesley and classmates picked up the virus that infected + the Enterprise over Angel One. (Angel One) +Relva Seven: Site of a Federation Starbase, the Enterprise came here for Wes- + ley's entrance exam and Admiral Quinn's interrogation. (Coming of Age) +Rubicam Three : An idyllic planet, home of the primitive Edo and their mys- + terious "lord". (Justice) +Sarona Eight : The Enterprise is on course here for shore leave when it diverts + to Vandor Four. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Sector 30 : Located at the Neutral Zone, two outposts in this sector were des- + troyed. (The Neutral Zone) +Sector 31 : Located near the Neutral Zone, contact with two starbases here had + not been reestablished since Stardate 41903.2. (The Neutral Zone) +Sector 63 : USS Horatio is destroyed here. (Conspiracy) +Selay : Planet inhabited by reptilians who feed on living prey, at war with + neighboring Antica. In the Beta Renner system. (Lonely Among Us) +Starbase Armus Nine : Where Picard was to take the Enterprise for upgrade af- + ter the trip to Omicron Theta. (Datalore) +Starbase G6 : The Enterprise dropped Deanna Troi off here for a shuttle trip + home. (Hide and Q) +Starbase Zendi Nine : Starbase in the Zendi Sabu area, the Stargazer is to be + taken here. (The Battle) +Starbase 12 : Site of a two-day unexplained evacuation that was under investi- + gation by Walker Keel. (Conspiracy) +Starbase 14 : A subspace transmission from here informs the Enterprise of the + severity of the plague on Styris Four. (Code of Honor) +Starbase 39 Sierre : Picard resigns to take the humans discovered on the Earth + satellite here. (The Neutral Zone) +Starbase 45 : Where Admiral Jameson's last medical exam was supposedly conduc- + ted. (Too Short a Season) +Starbase 74 : -see- Tarsus III (11001001) +Starbase 84 : The Enterprise departs for here after meeting the Klingon ship + Kartag. (Heart of Glory) +Starbase 103 : Geordi ordered Logan to set a course here with the saucer sec- + tion during the Minos incident. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Starbase 718 : Picard attends a meeting about the destruction of Neutral Zone + outposts here. (The Neutral Zone) +Strnad : Location of a new Federation colony, near Rubicam. (Justice) +Styris IV : A world infected with the deadly Anchilles Fever. (Code of Honor) +Tarella: A biological war here created a virus that killed all but a few sur- + vivors, who made their way to the planet Haven. (Haven) +Tarsus III : Location of Starbase 74, a massive Spacedock-class construction + in orbit. The Enterprise came here for maintenance and was stolen by the + Bynars. Quinteros, a designer of the ship, is Base Commander. (11001001) +Tau Alpha-C : Where Riker thought the Traveler was from. (Where No One...) +Tau Ceti Three : Picard first met Walker Keel in a bar here. (Conspiracy) +Telaria : The Batris was from here. (Heart of Glory) +Tarod 9 : Outpost on Romulan border destroyed. (The Neutral Zone) +Torona IV: Planet in the Jarada sector that Picard contacts to reestablish + diplomatic relations. (The Big Goodbye) +Vagra Two : Planet in the Zed Lapis sector, it is here the Armus existed, and + where it killed Tasha Yar. (Skin of Evil) +Vandor Four : A planetoid in a binary system, comprised of a B-class giant and + a pulsar. It is here that Dr. Paul Manheim conducts his dangerous time + experimentation. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Velara Three : A planet undergoing terraformation by the Federation project + "Gardeners of Eden". It is home to a microscopic, inorganic, intelligent + life form which is called "microbrain". (Home Soil) +Vulcana Regar : Evidentally a Vulcan colony world, or the planet itself; T'Sha- + lik is from here. (Coming of Age) +Xerxes Seven : Planet on which the Neinmann civilization disappeared, like the + Earth culture Atlantis. (When the Bough Breaks) +Zaldan : Planet whose humanoid occupants have webbed hands and who look upon + common courtesy as an insult. (Coming of Age) +Zedak Four : A planet with vast oceans and good fishing; the young boy Harry + used to live there. (When the Bough Breaks) +Zed Lapis Sector : Area of space where Vagra Two is located. (Skin of Evil) +Zendi Sabu System : The Enterprise encountered DaiMon Box's ship here as well + as "rediscovered" the lost USS Stargazer. (The Battle) + + +----STARSHIP DIRECTORY--------------------------------------------------------- + +Ajax, USS : Another ship involved in Kosinski's experiments. (Where No One...) +Batris : A Telarian vessel off course in the Neutral Zone; it was comman- + deered by Klingons under Koras and found by Enterprise. (Heart of Glory) +Berlin, USS : Starship holding picket duty in the Romulan Neutral Zone. The + Enterprise must join her to defend against Romulan unrest (Angel One) +Charleston, USS : Ship that was to rendezvous with Enterprise, it was bound for + Earth but was delayed at Arloph Nine. (The Neutral Zone) +Devo : Ferengi vessel encountered in the Zendi Sabu system. (The Last Outpost) +Drake, USS : A light cruiser commanded by Captain Paul Rice. It was destroyed + by the Echo Papa 607, a Minos-invented weapon. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Enterprise, USS : NCC-1701-D, a Galaxy Class explorer ship on a mission to go + where no one has gone before. Commanded by Captain Jean-Luc Picard; its + first officer is Commander William T. Riker. Built at the Utopia Planetia + shipyards at Mars; this is its first mission. Crew complement of over 1000 + including children and families. The fifth starship to carry the proud + name. +Fearless, USS : Excelsior-Class ship that transported Kosinski to the Enter- + prise to commence his testing of the new warp designs. (Where No One...) +Ferengi Ships : Encountered in the Zendi Sabu system (where it was called the + Devo) and the Delphi Ardu system. (The Battle, The Last Outpost) +Gettysburg, USS : Admiral Mark Jameson's former command. (Too Short a Season) +Hood, USS : Excelsior-Class starship commanded by Captain DeSoto. Its first + officer was Will Riker, before he transferred to Enterprise. This ship + also transported Geordi La Forge and the Crushers to Farpoint Station to + meet Enterprise. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Horatio, USS : Ambassador class ship commanded by Captain Walker Keel. It was + mysteriously destroyed after Keel warned Picard about the deadly Starfleet + investigation. (Conspiracy) +Kartag : Imperial Klingon Vessel that was pursuing Koras and his renegade + Klingons. (Heart of Glory) +Lallo, SS : A freighter that feels the time distort. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Melbourne, USS : Ship in dock at Starbase 74. (11001001) +Odin, SS : A freighter commanded by Captain Ramsey that was blown off course + by asteroids and crashed on Asphia. Several of its crew, including Ramsey, + managed to enter escape pods and make it to Angel One (Angel One) +Renegade, USS : A frigate commanded by Captain Tryla Scott, who was controlled + by the Parasites. (Conspiracy) +Romulan Ship : Under command of Commander T'Bok, it encounters the Enterprise + in the Neutral Zone. (The Neutral Zone) +Sanction : One of three remaining Ornaran freighters, it was destroyed because + its control coil malfunctioned and it couldn't reach escape velocity from + Brekka. (Symbiosis) +Stargazer, USS : Captain Picard's first command. The ship was involved in a + skirmish with a then-unidentified Ferengi battleship at Maxia Zeta and was + lost, then was presented nine years later in the Zendi Sabu system by the + Ferengi as a gift to Picard. Its ID is NCC-2893. (The Battle) +T'Acog : Ship that the Batris destroyed after commandeered. (Heart of Glory) +Tarellian Ship : Carrying survivors of the planet Tarella, destroyed by a + biological war, it was on course for Haven. It eventually turned away for + deep space when Dr. Wyatt Miller beamed aboard. (Haven) +Thomas Paine, USS : A frigate under command of Captain Rixx. (Conspiracy) +Trieste, USS : Ship that Quinteros recommends pursue the Enterprise--it is the + closest to Starbase 74, but is too slow. (11001001) +Tripoli, USS : Ship that visited Omicron Theta IV and found Data (Datalore) +Tsiolkovsky, USS : A Grissom-Class freighter infected with the Psi-2000 virus, + its crew committed suicide. (The Naked Now) +Wellington, USS : Ship that the Bynars worked on before the Enterprise was + stolen. (11001001) + + +----COMPLETE CAST/CHARACTER LIST----------------------------------------------- +(Actor who plays each character is in brackets. If the character was only + mentioned, it is classified as "unseen"; if the character was seen but never + identified with an actor, he or she is "unknown".) + +Aaron, Admiral [Ray Reinhardt]: Elder officer controlled by Parasites on Earth. + (Conspiracy) +Accolan [Dan Mason]: "Adopted father" to Harry Bernard. (When the Bough Breaks) +Alexandra [Jessica and Vanessa Bova]: A young girl kidnapped from Enterprise; + Rachella refused to give her up. Her mom is Toya. (When the Bough Breaks) +Aran [unknown]: Intended to be Aldean father to Alexandra. (When the Bough...) +Ardan [unseen]: Once a Mordanite terrorist, now dead; Jameson believes he is + still alive and responsible for the Mordan kidnapping. (Too Short a Season) +Argyle, Blake [Biff Yeager]: Engineering officer, USS Enterprise. Has red-gold + hair and beard. (Where No One..., Datalore) +Ariana [Danitza Kingsley]: Wyatt Miller's dream girl, a dying Tarellian refu- + gee. It was her impression that led to his choice to join them. (Haven) +Ariel [Patricia MacPherson]: Assistant to Beate of Angel One, she was also in + love with Captain Ramsey and was almost sentenced to death. (Angel One) +Armus [Mart McChesney, voice of Ron Gans]: A creature made of a material remi- + niscent of oil, it can change its shape at will and enjoys making its vic- + tims suffer. It killed Tasha Yar. (Skin of Evil) +Badar N'D'D' [John Durbin]: Leader of the Antican party on the Enterprise tra- + velling to Parliament. (Lonely Among Us) +Ballerina [Victoria Dillard]: Enterprise crewman who hallucinated a dance in + the ship's holodeck. (Where No One Has Gone Before) +Bandi Shopkeeper [David Erskine]: (Encounter at Farpoint) +Bass Player [Abdul Salaam El Razzac]: Part of the holodeck band. (11001001) +Beach [unseen]: Someone who called Dixon's office twice. (The Big Goodbye) +Beate [Karen Montgomery]: Elected One of Angel One, she tried to seduce Riker + and almost sentenced Ramsey to death. She eventually changed her mind with + Riker's persuasiveness. (Angel One) +Bell, Dan [William Boyett]: Police Chief, San Francisco 1941; part of the Enter- + prise's holograph of the same era. (The Big Goodbye) +Benson, Bjorn [Gerard Prendergast]: Chief Engineer of the terraforming project + on Velara Three. He protests about the laser drill destruction. (Home Soil) +Bernard, Dr. Harry [Dierk Torsek]: Enterprise physician; father of a young + future artist named Harry. (When the Bough Breaks) +Bernard, Harry [Philip N. Waller]: A young boy kidnapped from the Enterprise. + He is artistically talented and impressed the Aldeans. (When Bough Breaks) +Bok [Frank Corsentino]: A Ferengi DaiMon, commander. His son was killed by + Picard nine years ago; he used a mind-sphere to destroy him. (The Battle) +Box, Talking [Armin Shimerman, unbilleted]: A device with a face that comes + alive, heralding the arrival of Lwaxana Troi and the Millers. (Haven) +Bradley, Arthur Glinton [unseen]: Wealthy husband of Jessica Bradley. (Goodbye) +Bradley, Jessica [Carolyn Allport]: A young woman in the 1941 holodeck projec- + tion killed, which led to Picard's role of Dixon Hill. (The Big Goodbye) +Bynars, The [Katy Boyer, Alexandra Johnson, Iva Lane, Kelly Ann McNally]: Citi- + zens of Bynus linked by an organic computer, known as 11, 00, 10 and 01. + They stole the Enterprise from Starbase 74. (11001001) +Carapledes, Una [unseen]: Killed in "accident" by Starfleet. (Conspiracy) +Chang, Lt. [Robert Ito]: Tactical & training officer at Relva VII who becomes + Wesley's proctor for his Academy exam. (Coming of Age) +Channing, Dr. [unseen]: Dilithium theorist whose principles Wesley studies in + science class. (Lonely Among Us) +Clemons, L.Q. "Sonny" [Leon Rippy]: One of three surviving humans on the Earth + satellite. He originally died of drug abuse and was cryogenically frozen + and lived to see the 24th Century. (The Neutral Zone) +Computer, Enterprise [voice of Majel Barrett, unbilleted]: Onboard computer + system, holds incredible memory. Its voice sounds strangely like that of + the original ship of the first series. +Conn: Bridge position played by David Renan (The Naked Now) and Josh Clark + (Justice). Also: Battle Bridge Conn, played by Colm Meaney (Farpoint) +Crewmember [Charles Dayton]: Caught in a make-believe fire. (Where No One...) +Crewmember [unknown]: Believed he was part of a string quartet. (WNOHGB) +Crusher, Dr. Beverly [Gates McFadden]: Chief Medical Officer, USS Enterprise. + Widow of Jack Crusher, former first officer of USS Stargazer. Has a son, + Wesley. An emotional women attracted to Picard. She lived on Aveda Three + as a child. +Crusher, Jack [unseen]: Former first officer, USS Stargazer to Captain Picard, + father of Wesley and husband of Beverly. Died on a Stargazer Away team. + He was introduced to Beverly by Walker Keel. +Crusher, Wesley [Wil Wheaton]: Acting Ensign, USS Enterprise. A child genius, + youngest officer on ship and part of Captain Picard's support staff. Has + a tendency to come up with all the answers. / Also played as a Q-accele- + rated adult by William A. Wallace. (Hide and Q) +Data, Lieutenant Commander [Brent Spiner]: Operations Officer, USS Enterprise. + An android, created by Dr. Sung on Omicron Theta IV; was later found by the + USS Tripoli. Attended Starfleet Academy after declared sentient by Turing + Test; served on many vessels before Enterprise. Has twin, Lore (destroyed) + Very childlike in approach; his greatest dream is to become human. +Dean, Lieutenant [Dan Kern]: Picard practiced fencing with him. (We'll...Paris) +Desk Sergeant [Mike Genovese]: Flirted with Beverly Crusher. (The Big Goodbye) +DeSoto, Captain [unseen]: Commanding Officer of USS Hood, he was Riker's former + supervisor. Riker forbid him to beam down to Altair III. (Farpoint) +DiMaggio, Joseph [unseen]: His record was broken by a player on the London + Kings. Data calls him 'Joltin Joe' and "Yankee Clipper". (The Big Goodbye) +Drummer [Ron Brown]: Part of the holodeck band. (11001001) +Duana [Ivy Bethune]: Wesley's "adopted mother" on Aldea whose weakness led + Beverly to determine the Aldeans were dying. (When the Bough Breaks) +Dylaplane [unseen]: Governor of Pacifica, he notified Admiral Savar of Picard's + change in schedule. (Conspiracy) +Edo Children [Judith Jones, Eric Matthews, David Michel Graves]: They were with + Wesley when he broke the Edo law and was sentenced to death. (Justice) +Edourd [Jean-Paul Vignon]: The maitre'd at the cafe in the holodeck-created + Paris. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Engineering Crewman [Skip Stellrecht]: (The Naked Now) +Epstein, Professor Terence [unseen]: Dr. Beverly Crusher's favorite instructor + and idol; he is at Starbase 74. (11001001) +Female Engineer [Carolyne Barry]: (Home Soil) +Female Ensign, Young [Evelyn Guerrero]: (Encounter at Farpoint) +Female Klingon [Elaine Naree] : Attempted sexual practice with Worf. (Hide Q) +First Security Guard [Colm Meaney]: (Lonely Among Us) +Francine [Kelly Ashmore]: Friend to Gabrielle. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Gabrielle [Isabel Lorca]: A girl in the holoimage of Paris that reminded Picard + of Jenice Manheim. (We'll Always Have Paris +Gilnor [unseen]: Like Ardan, another terrorist dead for years that Jameson sus- + pects behind the Mordan kidnappings. (Too Short a Season) +Hagon [James Louis Watkins]: Former Secondary to Lutan of Ligon. Gained posi- + tion of Primary when made First One to Yareena. (Code of Honor) +Hawkins, Ambassador [unseen]: Leader of the diplomatic party on Mordan IV, he + is taken hostage by Governor Karnas. (Too Short a Season) +Herbert, Ensign [Lance Spellerberg]: Transporter officer. (We'll...Have Paris) +Hill, Dixon, P.I. [Patrick Stewart] : Picard's favorite character, a private + detective from San Francisco, 1941; he impersonates Hill on the Holodeck du- + ring the Jarada incident. (The Big Goodbye) +Homn [Carel Struycken]: Valet to Lwaxana Troi. A mute (or at least lets every- + one think so); well versed in sign language; loves to drink. (Haven) +Innis, Valeda [Anna Katarina]: First Electorine of Haven, she plead with Picard + to destroy the Tarellians on contact, fearing for Haven's safety. (Haven) +Jameson, Anne [Marsha Hunt]: Wife of Admiral Mark Jameson, now his widow. Ac- + companied her husband to Mordan IV. (Too Short a Season) +Jameson, Mark [Clayton Rohner]: Admiral, Starfleet. He stopped a hostage cri- + sis on Mordan IV 45 years ago. Died of a Cerberan rejuvenation drug over- + dose (Too Short a Season) +Karnas [Michael Pataki]: Governor of Mordan IV, he had a vengeance score to + settle with Admiral Jameson and kidnapped a Starfleet party to instigate + it. (Too Short a Season) +Katie [Jandi Swanson)An Enterprise child who was kidnapped by the Aldeans and + taught by Lettian to seek music within herself. (When the Bough Breaks) +Kayron [Tracey Walter]: A Ferengi under DaiMon Taar. (The Last Outpost) +Kazago [Doug Warhit]: First Officer of DaiMon Bok's ship, and a sensible Feren- + gi; he arrested Bok and dealt directly with Commander Riker. (The Battle) +Keel, Anne [unseen]: One of Walker Keel's two sisters. (Conspiracy) +Keel, Melissa [unseen]: One of Walker Keel's two sisters. (Conspiracy) +Keel, Captain Walker [Jonathan Farwell]: An old friend of Picard's who served + with him and Jack Crusher on Stargazer. He warned Picard of the suspected + Starfleet conspiracy and died when his ship was destroyed. Walker was res- + ponsible for introducing Beverly to Jack Crusher. (Conspiracy) +Kim, Dr. Luisa [Elizabeth Lindsey]: Asst. Director of the Gardeners of Eden + Project on Velara III, she wasn't told about the microbrain. (Home Soil) +Kirk, James T. [unseen] : Captain of the Enterprise, NCC-1701 and NCC-1701-A. + Picard refers to his exploits upon discovering the connection between the + Tsiolkovsky infliction and the Psi-2000 virus. (The Naked Now) +Kissing Crewman [Kenny Koch]: Got a "gift" from Tasha Yar. (The Naked Now) +K'Nera, Captain [David Froman]: Commander of Klingon ship who pursued Koras and + found him on Enterprise. (Heart of Glory) +Konmel [Charles H. Hyman]: Klingon Lieutenant under Korris; he dies escaping + from the Enterprise's security ward. (Heart of Glory) +Korris [Vaughn Armstrong]: Leader of a rebel band of Klingons who believe that + the alliance with the Federation is against honor. He died while battling + Worf. (Heart of Glory) +Kosinski [Stanley Kamel]: Member of Starfleet Corps of Engineers, and a fraud; + thought his warp theories would improve speed--a failure. (Where No One...) +Kunivas [Robert Bauer]: Ailing Klingon who died on Enterprise. (Heart of Glory) +Kurland, Jake [Stephen Gregory]: A bright young man on the Enterprise who was + beaten by Wesley trying to get to take the Academy exam. (Coming of Age) +La Forge, Geordi [LeVar Burton]: Enterprise bridge officer blind from birth and + wears a VISOR implant over his eyes. Geordi is the Captain's protege; he + frequently takes command of the Enterprise. He is best friends with Data + and is trying to teach the android all the basics about being human. +Langor [Kimberly Farr]: One of the two Brekkan salespeople who tried to sell a + shipment of felicium to the Ornarans. (Symbiosis) +Leda [Michele Marsh]: "Adopted mother" to Harry Bernard. (When Bough Breaks) +Leech, Felix [Harvey Jason]: Weasel assistant to crime boss Cyrus Redblock. Al- + most killed Picard, aka Dixon Hill, in the holodeck. (The Big Goodbye) +Letek [Armin Shimerman]: A Ferengi under DaiMon Taar. (The Last Outpost) +Lettian [Paul Lambert]: An Aldean musician, he "adopted" young Enterprise girl + Katie and encouraged her to seek music in herself. (When the Bough Breaks) + (Known as Melian in the script) +Liator [Jay Louden]: One of the Council of Edo, Rubicam Three. Led the inquisi- + tion into the charged death of Wesley Crusher. (Justice) +Logan [Vyto Ruginis]: Enterprise Engineer, took over from MacDougal & Argyle. + Tried to take command during the Minos incident. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Lore [Brent Spiner]: Duplicate of Data, also more humanlike and certainly much + more evil. Destroyed Omicron Theta; tried same on Enterprise. (Datalore) +Lutan [Jessie Lawrence Ferguson]: Primary of Ligon, leader of its people. Kid- + napped Lt. Yar; lost position to his secondary, Hagon. (Code of Honor) +Lynch, Leland T. [Walker Boone]: Enterprise engineer who was engaged in preven- + tative maintenance on the dilithium assembly when the distress signal from + shuttle 13 was received. (Skin of Evil) +MacDougal, Sarah [Brooke Bundy]: Chief of Engineering, USS Enterprise. Shares + position with Argyle. (The Naked Now) +Main Bridge Security [Timothy Dang]: (Encounter at Farpoint) +Malencon, Arthur [Mario Roccuzzo]: Hydraulic specialist of the terraforming + project on Velara. The microbrain took over the laser drill and killed him + with it. (Home Soil) +Mandarin Bailiff [Cary-Hiroyuki]: An Oriental who assists Q at the Enterprise + trial. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Mandl, Kurt [Walter Gotell]: Director of the Gardeners of Eden Terraforming + Project on Velara III. He tried to steer Picard clear of the planet and + then became a nuisance when the microbrain was discovered. (Home Soil) +Manheim, Janice [Michelle Phillips]: Wife of Dr. Paul Manheim, and Captain Pi- + card's first love. She came aboard when the Enterprise investigated her + husband's time project. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Manheim, Dr. Paul [Rod Loomis]: A temporal scientist who operates on Vandor + Four, he created a time distortion. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Margan [unknown]: Ornaran leader who pleades with T'Jon and Romas to return + with the felicium. (Symbiosis) +Mason [unknown]: Child kidnapped from Enterprise. (When the Bough Breaks) +Matthew [unknown]: A young Enterprise boy. (The Last Outpost) +McCoy, Admiral Leonard H. [DeForest Kelley]: Surgeon-General of Starfleet Com- + mand, retired; former Chief Medical Officer of USS Enterprise. Age 137. He + toured the new Enterprise's medical facilities on its first voyage into + space. (Encounter at Farpoint) +McKinney [unseen]: Killed in "accident" by Starfleet. (Conspiracy) +McNary [Gary Armagnal]: Lieutenant to Police Chief Dan Bell of San Francisco + 1941; part of the hologram. He became aware he wasn't real. (Big Goodbye) +McNary, Sharon [unseen]: Lt. McNary's wife. Dixon Hill likes her cooking. They + have children as well. (The Big Goodbye) +Mediators [David Q. Combs, Richard Lavin]: Two policemen on Rubicam Three who + sentence Wesley to death. (Justice) +Medical Officer / Nurse [Brad Zerbst]: (Justice, Heart of Glory, Skin of Evil) +Melian : -see Lettian- +Military Officer [Chuck Hicks]: (Encounter at Farpoint) +Miller, Stephen [Robert Ellenstein]: Wyatt Miller's father. An old man with + intense curiosity and a kind heart. Lives on Earth with his wife. (Haven) +Miller, Victoria [Nan Martin]: Wyatt Miller's mother. An elder woman who has a + strong dislike for Lwaxana Troi. Lives on Earth. (Haven) +Miller, Wyatt [Rob Knepper]: Medical Doctor and betrothed to Deanna Troi. He + took medical supplies and jumped ship to save Tarellian refugees and be + with his dream girl, Ariana. (Haven) +Minnerly, Lt. [unseen]: Tasha's competition in the Enterprise martial arts con- + test. He was bet against -- by Worf. (Skin of Evil) +Minuet [Carolyn McCormick]: A hologram image created by the Bynars as a lure + for Riker, she was very adaptable and VERY beautiful. Riker can't recall + her because she was a Bynar creation. (11001001) +Mirren, Oliana [Estee Chandler]: A girl who competes against Wesley in the + Academy exam; she thinks he's "cute" (Coming of Age) +Mordoc [Jake Dengel]: A Ferengi under DaiMon Taar. (The Last Outpost) +Mordock [John Putch]: A Benzite attempting to enter Starfleet Academy; he suc- + ceeds, beating Wesley, who helped him on a test. (Coming of Age) +Offenhouse, Ralph [Peter Mark Richman]: A wealthy financier from the 20th cen- + tury who died of advanced cardiomyopathy, and lived via cryogenic suspen- + sion. He was 55. He taunted Picard during the Romulan incident. (The + Neutral Zone) +Peddler, The [Vincent Schiavelli]: A computer hologram created by the people + of Minos, who were destroyed by the weapons they sold to other worlds. The + Salesman tried to sell the Echo Papa 607 to Picard. (Arsenal of Freedom) +Peretor Sain [unseen]: Former rival of Karnas who killed his father. Karnas + wanted weapons to defeat Sain in the struggle 45 years ago. (Too...Season) +Piano Player [Jack Sheldon]: Part of the holodeck band. (11001001) +Picard, Jean-Luc [Patrick Stewart]: Captain of USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-D. Born + in Paris, France. Commanded USS Stargazer; first officer was Jack Crusher. + A very dignified captain, well-respected in Starfleet. Very devout to + literature, especially detective genre. Does not get on well with kids. + Balding, handsome man; attracted to Dr. Beverly Crusher. +Picard, Maman [Herta Ware]: A frail old woman who serves Jean-Luc tea when + the Enterprise journeys into the Beyond. (Where No One Has Gone Before) +Pola [unknown]: A young Enterprise boy. (The Last Outpost) +Portal, The [Darryl Henriques]: Protector of Delphi Ardu, the last Outpost of + the Tkon Empire; was not aware that the Tkon had fallen. (The Last Outpost) +Prieto, Ben [Raymond Forchion]: Pilot of shuttlecraft 13, he was almost killed + when the ship crashed on Veigra Two. (Skin of Evil) +"Q" [John de Lancie]: A member of an advanced alien race with shapechanging po- + wers, Q is Picard's foremost adversary. First tested the crew of the En- + terprise after trying Humanity; then tested Riker's loyalty itself. Ba- + nished but almost certain to reappear. (Encounter at Farpoint, Hide and Q) +Quinn, Gregory [Ward Costello]: A Starfleet Admiral who believes a conspiracy + to undermine the Federation is underway, he investigates and recruits Pi- + card for his purpose. He is later possessed by the Parasites, who are res- + ponsible for the conspiracy, and attacks Riker. Quinn is the only admiral + at Headquarters to survive. (Coming of Age, Conspiracy) +Quinteros, Orfil [Gene Dynarski]: Base Commander, Starbase 74 (Tarsus III). + He was among the designers of the galaxy-class Enterprise. (11001001) +Radue [Jerry Hardin]: Leader of the Aldeans, he cannot accept Picard's claim + that his people are dying because of radiation. (When the Bough Breaks) +Ramos [Dennis Madalone]: Enterprise security officer who dies when Koras and + Konmil break out of their cell. (Heart of Glory) +Ramsey [Sam Hennings]: Captain of freighter SS Odin, which crashed on Asphia; + came to Angel One, where he and his crew were fugitives. (Angel One) +Rashella [Brenda Strong]: Aldean aide to Radu; she refused to give up "adopted + daughter" Alexandra, kidnapped from Enterprise. (When the Bough Breaks) +Rata [Robert Towers]: Ferengi Science Officer on Bok's ship. (The Battle) +Raymond, Donald [unseen]: Clare's long-dead husband. (The Neutral Zone) +Raymond, Clare [Gracie Harrison]: A housewife who originally died of an embo- + lism, was cryogenically frozen and put on the earth satellite. She lived + to see the 24th century. She was 35 years old. (The Neutral Zone) +Raymond, Eddie and Tommy [unseen]: Clare's sons, age 8 and 5 when she "died", + born in Secaucus, New Jersey. (The Neutral Zone) +Raymond, Thomas [unseen]: A descendant of Clare's, now living on Earth. She + promised to visit him. (The Neutral Zone) +Redblock, Cyrus [Lawrence Tierney]: Crime boss in 1941 San Francisco. He threa- + tened Picard and crew when the holodeck malfunctioned. (The Big Goodbye) +Remmick, Dexter [Robert Schenkkan]: A Starfleet Commander from the Inspector + General's office, he is a chief investigator in the Starfleet conspiracy + and questions the Enterprise crew and especially Picard. He is later pos- + sessed by the Parasite mother creature and dies when Picard and Riker des- + troy it. (Coming of Age, Conspiracy) +Rice, Paul [Marco Rodriguez]: Captain of USS Drake; died on Minos and later + replicated by the Echo Papa 607. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Riker, William T. [Jonathan Frakes]: First Officer of USS Enterprise, known as + Number One to Captain Picard, his friend. Former first officer on USS Hood + under Captain DeSoto. Very devoted to his pursuit to command his own star- + ship, which long ago led into problems with love interest Deanna Troi. Very + large, muscular man; has many romantic entanglements. +Rivan [Brenda Bakke]: One of the Council of Edo, Rubicam Three. She was part + of the Enterprise liaison and "saw God" aboard the ship. (Justice) +Rixx, Captain [Michael Berryman]: Captain of USS Thomas Paine, he met Captain + Picard at the Altarian Conference. (Conspiracy) +Romas [Richard Lineback]: An Ornaran dependant on phylicium. (Symbiosis) +Rondon [Daniel Riordan]: A Zaldan who insults Wesley. (Coming of Age) +Rose [unknown]: Child kidnapped from Enterprise. (When the Bough Breaks) +Savar, Admiral [Henry Darrow]: Vulcan officer, implied to be Starfleet Grand + Admiral or near such post. He was controlled by a Parasite. (Conspiracy) +Scott, Captain Tryla [Ursaline Bryant]: Captain of USS Renegade, she made cap- + tain faster than anyone in Starfleet history. It's implied to be fishy; + Scott was controlled by the Parasites. (Conspiracy) +Secretary [Rhonda Aldrich]: Perky assistant to Dixon Hill. (The Big Goodbye) +Shimoda, Jim [Benjamin W.S. Lum]: Asst. Chief of Engineering, USS Enterprise. + His mind was altered from the Psi-2000 disease and he removed all the chips + from the main Engineering computer. (The Naked Now) +Sigman Survivor [Elaine Nalee]: Survivor of mine accident. (Hide and Q) +Singh [Kavi Raz]: Engineer, USS Enterprise. Killed by the energy cloud creature + during a trip to Parliament. (Lonely Among Us) +Sobi [Judson Scott]: Leader of the Breckan sales party who were trapped on the + Sanction and taken by the Enterprise. (Symbiosis) +Solis [George de la Pena]: Lieutenant, an Enterprise CON officer. He and Lian + T'Su were put to the test by Geordi at Minos. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Ssestar [unknown]: Selay dignitary on the Enterprise. (Lonely Among Us) +Sung, Dr. Noonian [unseen]: Asimovian scientist, tried to create positronic + brain, then fled society. Evidently he succeeded: Data and Lore. (Datalore) +Swenson [unseen]: Science Officer, Tasha's first competition in the ship's mar- + tial arts contest. (Skin of Evil) +Sype, Ryan [unseen]: Killed in "accident" by Starfleet. (Conspiracy) +Taar [Mike Gomez]: A Ferengi DaiMon, commander of a battle cruiser. Battled + Picard at Delphi Ardu. (The Last Outpost) +T'Bok, Commander [Marc Alaimo]: Captain of Romulan ship that crosses the Neu- + tral Zone and pledges to help Picard. (The Neutral Zone) +Technicians [Brendan McKane, Wyatt Knight]: Two men involved in Wesley's Aca- + demy test, they fake death in a lab accident. (Coming of Age) +T'Jon [Merritt Butrick]: Ornaran captain of the Sanction, he was a drug addict + responsible for getting a container of phylicium from Brecka. (Symbiosis) +Thei [Anthony James]: Subcommander of Romulan ship. (The Neutral Zone) +Thug [Erik Cord]: (The Big Goodbye) +Torres [Jimmy Ortega]: Ensign, USS Enterprise. Was frozen solid by the Q du- + ring his first visit. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Toya [Connie Danese]: Mother to Alexandra, a kidnapped child. (Bough Breaks) +Transporter Chief [Michael Rider]: [The Naked Now, Code of Honor, Haven] +Traveler, The [Eric Menyuk]: A journeyer through space and time, searching for + "those of remark and intelligence". He found it--in Wesley Crusher (Where + No One Has Gone Before) +Trent [Leonard John Crofoot]: Male servant to Beate of Angel One, he was con- + sidered inferior and did almost anything to please her. (Angel One) +Troi, Deanna [Marina Sirtis]: Chief Counselor and Psychologist, USS Enterprise, + and only civilian member of its bridge crew. Born on Betazed to human fa- + ther and mother Lwaxana, Deanna is a telepath/empath. Had a failed love + with Commander Riker. Was engaged to Wyatt Miller by prearranged marriage + but situation was resolved. +Troi, Lwaxana [Majel Barrett]: Betazoid mother to Deanna Troi, she is the + "daughter of the Fifth House, holder of the sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to + the Holy Rings of Betazed." A telepathic busybody with a flair for thea- + trics. (Haven) +T'Shalik [Tasia Valenza]: A Vulcan girl from a Starfleet ship who attends the + Academy test. (Coming of Age) +T'Su, Lian [Julia Nickson]: Ensign, an Enterprise OPS officer. She and Solis + were put to the test by Geordi at Minos. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Vender [Dick Miller]: Gave a newspaper to Picard free of charge. (Big Goodbye) +Vigo [unknown]: Weapons officer on Stargazer. (The Battle) +Whalen [David Selburg]: Historian, USS Enterprise. Nearly killed in the mal- + functioning holodeck by Felix Leech. (The Big Goodbye) +Wong, Lieutenant [unseen]: She can repair the climate control systems on the + Enterprise, says Geordi. (Angel One) +Worf [Michael Dorn]: Operations officer on USS Enterprise and now acting Secu- + rity Chief. Born on Khitomer, he was rescued by humans and taken to live + on Gault. He is the first Klingon in Starfleet Academy and sometimes con- + siders himself more human than Klingon. However, he is firmly educated in + the ways of the Klingon. He was given the title of Security Chief after + the death of Lt. Yar. +Wrenn [Raye Birk]: Leader of the last survivors of Tarellia, and a dying man. + He welcomed Wyatt and made the decision to turn away from Haven. (Haven) +Xelo [unseen]: Former valet to Lwaxana Troi; terminated because of his "porno- + graphic thoughts" about her, which she of course read like a book. (Haven) +Yar, Lieutenant Natasha "Tasha" [Denise Crosby]: Chief of Security, USS Enter- + prise. Was born on a failed Federation colony world where rape gangs pre- + vailed. Rescued by Starfleet, she worshipped the organization and became + a top security officer well versed in martial arts. Tasha died while try- + ing to rescue Enterprise officers on Veigra Two, and her death affected the + ship's command crew greatly. +Yareena [Karole Selmon]: Former First One to Lutan of Ligon, and his wife; she + challenged Tasha to a death duel then gained planetary rule. (Code Honor) +Youngblood, Ensign [James Becker]: Science Specialist, USS Enterprise. Part of + the bridge staff; never billeted in credits. +Zena [unknown]: Intended to be Alexandra's mother on Aldea. (When the Bough..) +Zorn, Groppler [Michael Bell]: Leader of the Bandi, on Deneb IV. Held one of + two alien entities hostage there; was later forced to release it. (Encoun- + ter at Farpoint) + + +----SUBJECTS CATALOG----------------------------------------------------------- + +A&P Parisian Grand Premier : Alcoholic beverage that Lore uses to knock Data + cold. (Datalore) +Age of Inclusion : Worf was brought to Gault before this critical point in + Klingon age. (Heart of Glory) +Airlocks : Enterprise has a number of these; number five was used when the ship + was held at Starbase 74. (11001001) +Albeni Meditation Crystal : A gift to Beate from Riker. (Angel One) +Aldebaran Serpent : Q appears as one to Picard and crew on his second appea- + rance on the Enterprise. (Hide and Q) +Altarian Conference : Picard met Captain Rixx here long ago. (Conspiracy) +Anchilles Fever : A plague that has overrun Styris Four. (Code of Honor) +Andonian Tea : Picard is served it while on Earth. (Conspiracy) +Atlanta Braves : A baseball team from the 20th Century among whose fans number + Sonny Clemons. (Neutral Zone) +Bandi : Inhabitants of Deneb IV, also known as the Farpoint planet. (Farpoint) +Baseball : Wesley's favorite sport. (Justice) +Battle of Maxia : Actual first battle between the Ferengi and the Federation + it was unknown that the invading ship was that particular enemy. The Fe- + rengi ship destroyed Picard's command, the Stargazer. (The Battle) +Benzite : Race with a peculiar (presumed) breathing mechanism, they are large, + with grey skin and resemble a human - elephantine crossbreeding. Mordok + was the first Benzite to attend Starfleet Academy. (Coming of Age) +Bessel Functions : Something Kosinski used during his first test on the Enter- + prise's warp engines. (Where No One Has Gone Before) +Blue Parrot Cafe : A place on Sarona Eight that serves the famous Blue Parrot. + When the Enterprise arrives, Picard says Troi's buying. (We'll...Paris) +Bolians : Race of humanoids with a Klingon-like ridge stretching from their + heads down across their necks. Captain Rixx is one. (Conspiracy) +Bonding Gifts : The "box" beamed aboard the Enterprise contains many for Deanna + Troi from the Millers. (Haven) +Bourbon Street : Location of the "bar" Riker visits in the holodeck. (11001001) +Buffers : The Bynars' information processors, worn on their waists. (11001001) +Bulgalian Sludge Rat : Rondon calls Wesley one. (Coming of Age) +C-335 Cargo Management Unit : Riker mentions this as a possible addition to the + Enterprise's cargo systems. (Coming of Age) +Cafe des Artistes : Paris Cafe that Picard recreates in the holodeck; it was + here that he stood up Jenice Manheim. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Cafe Roulin : The name of the cafe that Picard said he confused with Cafe des + Artistes on the day he stood up Jenice. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Capsule, Earth : A derelict Earth satellite with cryogenic containers aboard; + only three occupants survived the 370 years of transit. (The Neutral Zone) +Cargo Bays : Yar was kidnapped by the Ligonians in Bay 1; Lore was destroyed in + Bay 3; Crusher has the Sigman survivors beamed up to Bay 6; the felicium is + interred in Bay 11. (Code of Honor, Datalore, Hide and Q, Symbiosis) +Centerplace : The elaborate manor of a Ligonian Primary, such as Lutan. It is + abundantly decorated, located above the common city and extensively built + for wealth. Lutan's is enormous and incredible. (Code of Honor) +Cerberan Youth Drug : Reverses the aging process slowly; Admiral Jameson took a + whole dose at once. It killed him. (Too Short a Season) +Chameleon Rose -- A flower that changes color depending on the mood of the + bearer. Wyatt presented one to Deanna on his visit. (Haven) +Chime, Betazoid : Chime for giving thanks for food. (Haven) +Cloud Creature : Encountered in space, part was accidentally caught by the + Enterprise and it took over several crewmembers, including the captain, to + get back to the larger body. (Lonely Among Us) +Code 47 : Starfleet Emergency transmission, for Captain's eyes only. Walker + Keel uses this to contact Picard. (Conspiracy) +Common Cold : A disease Federation medicine has now cured. The disease that + swept the ship over Angel One resembled it. (Angel One) +Control Chips : Removed by Mr. Shimoda, and reloaded by Data, after the former + is affected by the Psi-2000 Virus. (The Naked Now) +Control Coils : Integral parts of the Ornaran freighters. Picard offered to + fabricate two for the remaining two ships but then refused to give them up, + insuring that the Ornarans would not be able to reach Brecka anymore and + receive the phylicium consignments. (Symbiosis) +Counting Coup : An Earth method of capturing goods or persons of an enemy and + then demanding that the adversary accede that the capture granted them + honor. The Ligonian code is very similar. (Code of Honor) +Crystal Entity : A crystalline species that feeds off the emanations from life + forms. Lore summoned it to Omicron Theta to destroy the inhabitants and + then let it feed on the Enterprise. (Datalore) +Custodian, The : Massive supercomputer on Aldea built by the Progenitors. The + Custodian could fire bursts of energy, cloak the planet and instantaneously + transport anyone wherever they wished. (When the Bough Breaks) +Denubian Alps : Simulated by the holodeck, where Wesley and a friend go skiing. + (Angel One) +Deuterium Gas : Engineering element that escaped from the reactor on Battress, + eventually causing its explosion. (Heart of Glory) +Dixieland Jazz : Minuet says it's the only form of jazz she doesn't like, be- + cause you can't dance to it. (11001001) +Dytalix Mining Corporation : Operators of the mines on planets of the Mira + System. (Conspiracy) +Echo Papa 607 : Weapon in four stages designed by the now-dead people of Minos + which grew in each stage to fight back against its target. The Salesman + tried to sell it to Picard. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Edo : The inhabitants of Rubicam Three; a hedonistic culture. (Justice) +Edo Bubble : "Portable projection" that invades the ship to link with Data and + determine why the Enterprise orbits Rubicam Three. (Justice) +Edo Lord : An odd, translucent formation resembling a space station not fully + present in our dimension, it guided the Edo, inhabitants of Rubicam Three, + and rejected the Enterprise's visit. (Justice) +Elected One -- The head of state on Angel One. The current Elected One is + Beate. (Angel One) +Electromagnetic Synthomometer : Technology used to reassemble Lore. (Datalore) +Energy Grid : Used as a travel mechanism and a barricade by the Q. It could + travel as fast as the Enterprise. (Encounter at Farpoint, Hide and Q) +Epidermal Mold : Data and Lore were constructed with these. (Datalore) +Ersalrope Wars : A conflict that evidentally happened within the past 78 years. + The war was fought by both sides using weapons from Minos, a planet later + destroyed by its own technology. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Fairmont Hotel : Dixon Hill's secretary thinks he's been moonlighting as a + bellboy here. (The Big Goodbye) +Farpoint : A luxurious complex built by the Bandi to appease the Federation. It + was really a life-entity of its own. (Encounter at Farpoint) +Felicium : A narcotic that 200 years ago immunized both the Breckans and Orna- + rans of a deadly plague. The Ornarans think they still have it and use + large quantities of the drug, which is the only thing the explotative Brec- + kans produce, thereby insuring a mutual dependancy. (Symbiosis) +Fencing : Sport that Picard and Lt. Dean engage in. (We'll Always Have Paris) +Ferengi, The : A villainous race whose existence was first suspected by the Fe- + deration 54 years ago and whose influence was a key factor in the peace ne- + gotiations between the UFP and Klingon Empires. They are a race of "yankee + traders", always interested in profit. Their ships are as powerful as + Starfleet's. (The Last Outpost, The Battle) +First Electorine : Administrator's title on Haven. (Haven) +Flex-Coordinating Sensor : Wesley looks at one during his Academy exams, much + to Mordock's consternation. (Coming of Age) +Gardeners of Eden : The name of the terraforming project on Velara. (Home Soil) +Glavyn : The warbird-type weapon worn over the hand used by Ligonians in armed + combat. (Code of Honor) +"Globe Illustrated Shakespeare, The" : Book that Picard keeps in his ready + room; he shows it to Q. (Hide and Q) +Heglenian Shift: Used by the Ligon transporters. (Code of Honor) +Holmes, Sherlock : Fictional detective that Data emulates. (Lonely Among Us) +Holodecks : A fabulous energy-projection system on the Enterprise; can be used + in virtually any situation. Holodeck 3 is used in the Dixon Hill situation, + where Wesley is skiing, and where Cafe des Artistes is created; holodeck 4 + is where Riker creates the Bourbon Street bar. (Encounter at Farpoint, Code + of Honor, Haven, The Big Goodbye, 11001001, Skin of Evil, We'll....Paris) +Hyperspace Physics Test : Part of the Academy test. Wesley, T'Shalik and + Mordock pass; Oliana Mirren fails it. (Coming of Age) +Imzadi : A Betazed term meaning "my beloved". (Haven) +Inspector General's Office : The division of Starfleet in with Dexter Remmick + is employed. (Coming of Age, Conspiracy) +"Item," The : Never properly identified; that which Cyrus Redblock killed Jes- + sica Bradley over and then tried to kill Dixon (Picard). One can assume + that the item was a bird -- specifically, the Maltese Falcon. (Big Goodbye) +Iverson's Disease : An irreversible condition that Admiral Mark Jameson is in- + flicted with. The Cerberan youth drug reverses it. (Too Short a Season) +Jazz : Riker loves it; so does Minuet, all save Dixieland. (11001001) +Joining : A Betazoid marriage ceremony, widely regarded (according to Lwaxana + Troi) as the most beautiful in the galaxy. It begins when the entire wed- + ding party removes their clothing, symbolizing total love. (Haven) +Klingon Death Ritual : A process whereby living Klingons warn the dead that a + Klingon warrior is about to join them. The Klingon participants open the + eyes of the dead soldier and lift their heads, crying out. (Heart of Glory) +Klingon Empire : The Federation's former chief adversary. Due to Ferengi inter- + ference, the Klingons sought out the Federation for a peace treaty and now + the two goverments, keeping with the original Organian prediction that the + two races would become friends, are allies. Worf is the only Klingon that + serves with the Federation; otherwise they are still warlike but relations + between them and the Federation are mostly cordial. There ARE renegades + such as Koras who wish war, but these are evidentally few. (Heart of Glory) +Light, Personal Relaxation : Picard notes he's going to curl up with a good + book under this. (11001001) +London Kings : Baseball team of the 21st century, a player on which broke Joe + DiMaggio's hitting streak record. (The Big Goodbye) +"Lollipop" : Riker calls it a good ship; he says he's from it instead of the + Enterprise to fool the image of Paul Rice. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Manheim Effect : Time distorion created on Vandor IV. (We'll Always...Paris) +Martini : The Enterprise makes the best that Sonny's ever had. (Neutral Zone) +Melanoid Slimeworm : Rondon calls Wesley one. (Coming of Age) +Merculite Rockets : According to Koras, it was with these that the Klingons on + the Battress were able to ward off the Ferengi with. (Heart of Glory) +Microbrain : An inorganic, microscopic, intelligent life form from Velara Three + that declared war on the Enterprise. Picard convinced it of his sincerity + and it returned to Velara, asking humans to return in 300 years. (HomeSoil) +Mind-Sphere : A mind-control device used by DaiMon Bok; it gave Picard severe + headaches and eventually convinced him that he was on the Stargazer. All + of them were destroyed. (The Battle) +Mishiama Wrist Lock and Break : A martial arts maneuver that Tasha wants to + learn for the Enterprise competition -- a technique that she wants to try + with Worf. Tasha never uses it, though. (Skin of Evil) +Mistresses -- The officials of the planet Angel One, it is a completely female + body. The head of state is the Elected One. (Angel One) +Mordok Strategy : Something that makes the Benzite, Mordok, famous to Wesley + at the Academy. (Coming of Age) +Neinmann -- A lost civilization compared to Atlantis. It disappeared on Xerxes + Seven. (When the Bough Breaks) +Night-Blooming Throgni : A Klingon plant. Worf compares the scent that trans- + mits a virus on the ship to it. (Angel One) +Noreph : Drug used by Crusher in hopes of saving Tasha. It fails. (Skin..Evil) +Ornaran Plague : Disease created, and destroyed, 200 years ago, but the people + of Ornara think they still have it. (Symbiosis) +Outposts : Planets of the now-dead Tkon Empire that could travel through space. + Delphi Ardu was the last of them, guarded by Portal 6-3. (Last Outpost) +Parasites : Alien beings in direct control of key Starfleet personnel, in an + inner symbiotic relationship. The Parasites say they wish to "co-exist" + with humans but are interested in control. The mother creature that inha- + bited Dexter Remmick was destroyed but they sent a probe to the far reaches + of the galaxy. They MAY also be involved with the destruction of the Romu- + lan and Federation outpost catastrophes. (Conspiracy, ) +Parrises Squares : A game played by Tasha and Worf. (11001001) +"Penalty Box" : The Enterprise bridge, according to Q. (Hide and Q) +"Phasing" : A way the Traveler, as near as can be imagined, moves through time + and space. Parts of him disappear and return in a strange pattern. After + he returns Enterprise to the Federation he phases away. (Where No One...) +Picard Maneuver, The : Picard's famous strategy used during the Battle of + Maxia. (The Battle) +Platinum : An element not found on Angel One. (Angel One) +Positronic Theory : Created by Dr. Isaac Asimov. Data is supposedly patterned + after this theory. (Datalore) +Post Atomic Horror : The time period following World War III. (Farpoint) +Prime Directive : Starfleet General Order 1--no vessel or officer is allowed to + interfere with an advancing society. (General theme throughout series, + used to potential in Symbiosis) +Progenitors, The : Builders of the Custodian on planet Aldea. (Could be somehow + related to the Providers from ST?) (When the Bough Breaks) +Psi-2000 Virus : Encountered by the original Enterprise, it was a disease that + released the inhibitions of those it infected. Created by gravitational + effects on water, the new Enterprise also encountered it. (The Naked Now) +Psych Test : Analogue for a crisis-relation examination Starfleet Academy can- + didates must undergo; Wesley's was to save two technicians from almost cer- + tain death. (Coming of Age) +Punishment Zone : Randomly selected by the Mediators of Rubicam Three as a + forbidden area; tresspassing invites death. (Justice) +Q.E. II (Queen Elizabeth Two) : 20th Century cruise ship; Ralph Offenhouse com- + pares the Enterprise to this. (The Neutral Zone) +Quadratanium : Element of which Data and Lore are constructed. (Datalore) +Regulation 6.57, Starfleet : "At least two staff officers shall be present du- + ring any treaty or contract negotiation," ruses Picard. (When the Bough...) +Repulsor Beam : Also known as a pressor beam, it is a reconfigured tractor. + Wesley transformed the Enterprise's tractor into a pressor. (Naked Now) +Romulan Empire, The : Vulcanoid species, a major adversary of the Federation. + They have been silent for 53 years since the Tomid Incident, though they + did attack the Khitomer outpost when Worf was a child. The Romulans still + wear the same type of uniform though they travel in ships much larger than + before, larger than the Enterprise, but still modeled after the Bird of + Prey. (Mentioned in Angel One, When the Bough Breaks; seen in Neutral Zone) +Shuttlecraft 13 : Shuttle destroyed on the surface of Veigra Two when it was + brought down by the Armus. (Skin of Evil) +Steelplast : Hard material that can be cut by phasers. (Too Short a Season) +Sun Tzu [unseen]: An ancient Chinese oracle, the strategies of which are still + taught in Starfleet. The most famous is: "He will triumph who knows when + to fight and when not to fight." (The Last Outpost) +Supersedence : A right for First Ones of Ligon to challenge a new First One + elect. (Code of Honor) +Tarellians : A doomed race from Tarella. They fought a biological war which + killed all but a handful of them; some made their way to Haven. (Haven) +Targ : A Klingon pet; Worf had one as a child. (Where No One Has Gone Before) +Telarians : A Federation race that created the Battress. (Heart of Glory) +Tkon Empire, The : A vast alliance of planets that spanned the galaxy and ruled + 600,000 years ago, now aeons dead. Their Outposts, planets that orbited + suns driven across space, are now thought to be gone, save for one orbiting + Delphi Ardu. Their time periods are measured with names such as Bastu, + Cimi, Xora, Makto, Ozari, Fendor, etc. (The Last Outpost) +Tomid Incident : Last encounter with the Romulans, 53 years, 7 months and 18 + days before. (The Neutral Zone) +Transporter Rooms : Troi's bonding gifts arrive in Room 1; Picard beams over + to the Stargazer from, the team from the Batris returns to, and the Minos + away team beams away from Room 3; Crusher reports to and the Vagra team de- + parts from Room 4; and Wes leaves from and Quinn and Remmick arrive in Room + 8. (Haven, The Battle, Heart of Glory, The Arsenal of Freedom, Hide and Q, + Skin of Evil, Coming of Age) +Tritanium : Alloy that is almost impossible to melt, yet the weapons of Minos + seem to have done it. (The Arsenal of Freedom) +Turing Test of Sentient Ability : A test that Data passed, declaring him fit to + serve in Starfleet. (ST:TNG Writer's Guide) +T-9 Converter : An energy system stolen from Gamma Tauri by Ferengi. (Outpost) +"Ugly Bags of Mostly Water" : Reference to humans by the Microbrain. (Homesoil) +United Nations : Lost power by 2079. (Farpoint) +Visual Acuity Transmitter: A device that, when attached to Geordi's VISOR, al- + lows monitoring of everything he sees. When used on the Battress, the + bridge crew saw it in action -- a jumble of varying spectra -- and saw + that Data held an aura around his android self. (Heart of Glory) +VISOR : Visual Instrument and Sight Organ Replacement; a banana-clip-shaped ap- + paratus worn over the eyes. Geordi, blind from birth, wears one. The clip + allows the owner to see better than a human, but according to Geordi, not + AS a human. +Whip, Ferengi : Ferengi energy weapon. (The Last Outpost) +World War Three : According to Q, it was a war in the middle of the 21st cen- + tury that nearly devastated the planet Earth. +Xylo Eggs : Data paints them, by Geordi's instruction. (11001001) +Yankee Traders : Merchants of the 17th century; Data compared the Ferengi to + them. (The Battle) +Zaldans : A race of humanoids who find courtesy distasteful. (Coming of Age) +Zanza Men's Dance Palace : Across the way from the Blue Parrot Cafe. (Paris) + + +----WRITERS INDEX-------------------------------------------------------------- +(Note: Story and Teleplay credit are where the writer does only one or the + other, while Writer refers to someone responsible for both.) + +Baron, Michael -- Writer, "Code of Honor" +Barry, Patrick -- Writer, "Angel One" +Beimler, Hans -- Story Editor; Teleplay, "The Arsenal of Freedom", "Symbiosis" +Bingham, J. Michael -- Writer, "The Naked Now" +Black, John D.F. -- Story, "The Naked Now" +Davis, Deborah Dean -- Writer, "We'll Always Have Paris" +Duane, Diane -- Writer, "Where No One Has Gone Before" +Fontana, Dorothy C. -- Producer; Writer, "Encounter at Farpoint"; Teleplay, + "Lonely Among Us", "Too Short a Season"; Story, "Heart of Glory" +Forester, Larry -- Story, "The Battle" +Fries, Sandy -- Writer, "Coming of Age" +Glee, Mona -- Story, "The Neutral Zone" +Guers, Karl -- Story, "Homesoil" +Halperin, Michael -- Story, "Lonely Among Us" +Holland, C.J. -- Writer, "Hide and Q" +Hurley, Maurice -- Co-Executive Producer; Story, "Datalore", "The Arsenal of + Freedom"; Writer, "11001001", "Heart of Glory", "The Neutral Zone" +Krzemian, Richard -- Story, "The Last Outpost" +Lewin, Bob -- Producer; Writer, "Datalore", "11001001", "Symbiosis"; Story, + "The Arsenal of Freedom" +Manning, Richard -- Story Editor; Teleplay, "The Arsenal of Freedom", "Symbio- + sis" +McIntyre, Deborah -- Story, "The Neutral Zone" +Michaelian, Michael -- Writer, "Too Short a Season" +O'Kun, Lan -- Story, "Haven" +Powers, Katharyn -- Writer, "Code of Honor" +Reaves, Michael -- Writer, "Where No One Has Gone Before" +Roddenberry, Gene -- Executive Producer; Writer, "Encounter at Farpoint"; Tele- + play, "Hide and Q", "Datalore" +Sabaroff, Robert -- Writer, "Homesoil"; Story, "Conspiracy" +Sanchez, Ralph -- Story, "Homesoil" +Shearer, Hannah Louise -- Executive Story Editor; Writer, "When the Bough + Breaks", "We'll Always Have Paris"; Teleplay, "Skin of Evil" +Stefano, Joseph -- Writer, "Skin of Evil" +Strangis, Greg -- Creative Consultant, "Big Goodbye", "Datalore", "Angel One" +Thorne, Worley -- Writer, "Justice" +Torme, Tracy -- Executive Story Editor; Writer, "Haven", "The Big Goodbye", + "Conspiracy" +Wills, Ralph -- Story, "Justice" +Wright, Herbert -- Producer; Teleplay, "The Last Outpost", "The Battle"; Story, + "Heart of Glory" + + +----DIRECTORS INDEX------------------------------------------------------------ + +Allen, Corey -- Director, "Encounter at Farpoint", "Homesoil" +Becker, Robert -- Director, "We'll Always Have Paris" +Bole, Cliff -- Director, "Lonely Among Us", "Hide and Q", "Conspiracy" +Bowman, Rob -- Director, "Where No One Has Gone Before", "The Battle", "Data- + lore", "Too Short a Season", "Heart of Glory" +Colla, Richard -- Director, "The Last Outpost" +Compton, Richard -- Director, "Haven" +Conway, James L. -- Director, "Justice", "The Neutral Zone" +Landau, Les -- Director, "The Arsenal of Freedom" +Lynch, Paul -- Director, "The Naked Now", "11001001" +Manners, Kim -- Director, "When the Bough Breaks" +Mayberry, Russ -- Director, "Code of Honor" +Phelps, Win -- Director, "Symbiosis" +Rhodes, Michael -- Director, "Angel One" +Scanlan, Joseph L. -- Director, "The Big Goodbye", "Skin of Evil" +Vejar, Michael -- Director, "Coming of Age" + + +----COMPOSERS INDEX------------------------------------------------------------ + +Courage, Alexander -- Original Star Trek theme, Main Title Theme +Goldsmith, Jerry -- Main Title Theme +Jones, Ron -- Incidental Music, "The Naked Now", "Where No One Has Gone Be- + fore," "Lonely Among Us," "The Battle," "Datalore," "11001001," "When the + Bough Breaks," "Heart of Glory," "Skin of Evil," "We'll Always Have Paris," + "The Neutral Zone" +LaSalandra, John, S.M.E. -- Music Editor, "Encounter at Farpoint", "The Naked + Now," "Code of Honor," "The Last Outpost," "Where No One Has Gone Before," + "Lonely Among Us," "Justice," "The Battle," "Hide and Q," "Haven," "The + Big Goodbye", "Datalore," "Angel One," "Too Short a Season" +McCarthy, Dennis -- Original Main Title Theme; Incidental Music, "Encounter + at Farpoint," "The Last Outpost," "Justice," "Hide and Q," "Haven," "The + Big Goodbye," "Angel One," "Home Soil," "Coming of Age," "The Arsenal of + Freedom," "Symbiosis," "Conspiracy" +Romanis, George -- Incidental Music, "Too Short a Season" +Sackman, Gerry -- Music Editor, "11001001," "When the Bough Breaks," "Home + Soil," "Coming of Age," "Heart of Glory," "The Arsenal of Freedom," "Sym- + biosis," "Skin of Evil," "We'll Always Have Paris," "Conspiracy," "The + Neutral Zone" +Steiner, Fred -- Incidental Music, "Coming of Age" + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. 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Lyon with assistance from Lee Whiteside, Joe Siegler, + Christina Mavroudis, Berkeley Hunt, Alan Hale, David Johnson, David + Keller, Pola Staples and Carolyn Kinkead. + + Copyright (C) 1989 by Enterprise America: The Int'l ST:TNG Fan Organization + Post Office Box 774, Claremont, CA 91711-0774 + +----STARDATE CHRONOLOGY-------------------------------------------------------- +(Note: Concerning two numbers in parentheses, first is episode number as AIRED, + second is episode number as FILMED.) + +42073.1 : The Child (27,27) +42193.6 : Where Silence Has Lease (28,28) +42286.3 : Elementary, Dear Data (29,29) +42402.7 : The Outrageous Okona (30,30) +42437.5 : The Schizoid Man (32,31) +42477.2 : Loud as a Whisper (31,32) +42498.8 : Unnatural Selection (33,33) +42506.5 : A Matter of Honor (34,34) +42523.7 : The Measure of a Man (35,35) +42568.8 : The Dauphin (36,36) +42609.1 : Contagion (37,37) +42625.4 : The Royale (38,38) +42679.2 : Time Squared (39,39) +42686.4 : The Icarus Factor (40,40) +42695.3 : Pen Pals (41,41) +42761.3 : Q Who? (42,42) +42779.1 : Samaritan Snare (43,43) +42823.2 : Up the Long Ladder (44,44) +42859.2 : Manhunt (45,45) +42923.4 : Peak Performance (47,47) +42976.1 : Shades of Grey (48,48) +None : The Emissary (46,46) + + +----LOCATION GUIDE------------------------------------------------------------- +Actos Four : An oligarchy, where the young engaged in a ritual similar to the + Betazoid grace ritual. (Manhunt) +Alpha Centauri : Geordi boasts that Dr. Pulaski will spread the news that she + has faked her own disappearance from the Enterprise to here. (Elementary) +Antede Three : Home of the Antedians, a race of fish-people; few humans have + ever seen them in the flesh. The Antedians' preferred way of space travel + is a self-induced catatonia; they are fearful of spaceflight. Enterprise + picks up two Antedians (who are in actuality assassins) for transport to Pa- + cifica to decide whether Antede will join the Federation. (Manhunt) +Arneb : Star that can be seen from 'aucdet Nine. (The Child) +Atlek : -see- Coalition of Madina. +'aucdet Nine: Federation Medical Collection Station, under the supervision of + medical trustee Lt. Cmdr. Hester Dealt. Various strains of plasma plague + are stored here and used in the Rachelis affair. (The Child) +Benzar : A Federation member planet; home of the Benzites, a race of beings + whose single most important drive is to impress everyone. (Matter of Honor) +Beta Kupsik : Enterprise's next destination after its stop at Starbase Montgo- + mery. (The Icarus Factor) +Bonestell Recreation Facility : Located at Starbase Earhart, it attracted ga- + lactic riffraff in its early days, including Norsicans. (Samaritan Snare) +Boratis System : Located near 423x112x57, here the Enterprise picks up Special + Emissary K'Ehleyr. There are 13 colonies in the area, four in the system and + nine in the surrounding sector; all are new, the first established on Boratis + III thirty four years ago. (The Emissary) +Braslota System : Location of the Starfleet Battle Simulation between the En- + terprise and the USS Hathaway. In the Oneamisu sector. (Peak Performance) +Bringloid : Colony in the Ficus Sector inhabited by Irish people, who were + anachronistic in 2123 and even moreso now. There are 223 colonists taken off + Bringloid when solar flares nearly destroy it. They are put in Cargo Hold + Seven. Bringloid is the Gallic word for 'dream'. (Up the Long Ladder) +Coalition of Madina : The twin planets of Atlek and Streleb in the Omega Sa- + gitta Twelve system, settled several centuries ago by pioneers and who have + enjoyed a largely peaceful relationship. Their stability is threatened by + what they perceive as philandering by Okona, who is actually the mediant + between Yanar and Benzan, children from each planet. (The Outrageous Okona) +Cornelian System : Picard orders the ship be set for here when it is trapped + in the void. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Crab Nebula : -see- Anecdotes, Data's (in Subject Guide) +Daled Four : Planet of shapeshifting allasomorphs to be united by their queen, + Salia. Its revolutionary and rotational periods are the same, so civil war + has erupted between the sides of night and day. Salia, the future leader, + and her guardian Anya have been on Klavdia III for 16 years. (The Dauphin) +Darwin Genetic Research Station : Located on Gagarin Four, it is headed by + Dr. Sara Kingsley. An outbreak of Thelusian Flu mixed with antibodies from + genetically enhanced children creates an aging virus. (Unnatural Selection) +Deneus Three : Location of an archaeological dig wherein are discovered relics + belonging to the Iconians. The local language is presumabling Denasian, + which is from the family of languages rooted in Iconian. (Contagion) +Drema Four : In the Selcundi Drema system, possessing the largest deposit of + dilithium ore ever discovered. The crystals have formed lattices that have + caused geological instabilities such as focusing heat into mechanical energy. + Sarjenka is from here; she contacted Data via low level RF waves. (Pen Pals) +Endicor System : The Enterprise's destination when it is picked up by the time + vortex and nearly destroyed. It is three days away when the vortex locates + the ship. (Time Squared) +Ennan Six : Pulaski brings a container of ale from here to Riker's dinner par- + ty. (Time Squared) +Epsilon Indi : The home location of the planet Andor. It can be seen from + 'aucdet Nine. (The Child) +Epsilon Nine Sector : Enterprise is en route here for an astronomical survey of + a new pulsar cluster by science officers. (Samaritan Snare) +Farspace Starbase Earhart : Only frontier outpost in the days before the Klin- + gons joined the Federation. Bonestell Rec Facility is located here; Picard + was wounded here. (Samaritan Snare) +Ficus Sector : A location where there is no record of an Earth colony ever + existing. Actually, there are two. System suffers from severe flares; pla- + net five is class M, with no artificial power or modern technology. (Up the + Long Ladder) +Gagarin Four : Home of the Darwin Genetic Research Station. (Selection) +Gamma Seven Sector: USS Lantree was patrolling here. (Unnatural Selection) +Graves' World : Home of Dr. Ira Graves and his assistant, Kareen Brianon. The + Enterprise is summoned here to help the dying Graves. (The Schizoid Man) +Iconia : Homeworld of the Iconians, a lost civilization. Its coordinates are + 227 mark 359, in the Neutral Zone. (Contagion) +Klavdia Three : Planet similar in atmospheric conditions to Daled Four; it is + here that Anya and Salia have stayed for the past 16 years, brought here by + a Federation ship. (The Dauphin) +Lima Sierra System : Picard notes the irregularities in the third planet's + orbit when he is interrupted by arrival at Ramatis. (Loud as a Whisper) +Lorenze Cluster : Location of Minos, the Arsenal of Freedom. It can be seen + from 'aucdet Nine. (The Child) +Malkis Nine : The Lairons inhabiting this world developed the written word be- + fore sign language or spoken word, an irregular development. (Loud..Whisper) +Marajeritus Six : -see- Ulans (in Subject Guide) +Mariposa : Class M planet located half a light year from the Bringloidi sys- + tem in the Ficus Sector. The Mariposans are descended from the same group of + people that settled Bringloid, but instead are a race of clones who are dying + out slowly. Mariposa is Spanish for 'butterfly'. The Mariposans eventually + realize that they need the Bringloidi to survive. (Up the Long Ladder) +Morgana Quadrant : The Enterprise heads for here after leaving Tango Sierra, + and is enroute to here when it is swallowed. (The Child, Where Silence...) +Nazreldine : Enterprise's last stop before Starbase Montgomery; a crewman + picked up a flu virus there. (The Icarus Factor) +Neutral Zone : The damage to outposts along the Neutral Zone (mentioned last + season) is identical to the situation observed in System J25. (Q Who) +Novachron : Wesley tells Guinan that everyone thinks she's from here. (Child) +Obie System : The plasma plague strain in Module L-73 was developed here 70 + years previous by Dr. Susan Noress. (The Child) +Omega Sagitta 12 System : Location of the Coalition of Madina. (Okona) +Omicron System : -see- Anecdotes, Data's (in Subject Guide) +Oneamisu Sector : Location of the Braslota system. (Peak Performance) +Pacifica : Conference planet; Enterprise is assigned to transport two Antedians + there for possible treaty with Federation. Lwaxana says that she and Will + Riker are to be married on the shores of its Western Sea. (Manhunt) +Pheban System : Where the Pagh undergoes undesignated maneuvers. (Honor) +Rachelis System : A system under the siege of a deadly plague. The Enterprise + transfers plague samples to station Tango Sierra where an antidote can be + found. (The Child) +Ramatis Three : Planet in the system of the same name that is the home of the + famed mediator, Riva. (Loud as a Whisper) +Rayna VI : Sonya is from here; she did phase work with antimatter. (Q Who) +Romboi Dronegar Sector 006 : The Enterprise receives a distress signal from a + Pakled vessel from here. (Samaritan Snare) +Rousseau Five : A shattered planet whose pieces are held together by neutrino + clouds that seem to sing. Wesley and Salia visit it via the holodeck. (The + Dauphin) +Sector 23 : The region of space closest to the Neutral Zone. The representa- + tive for this sector's JAG Office is Philipa Louvois. (Measure of a Man) +Sector 108 : A place inside the Void, where a Romulan ship appears. (Silence) +Selcundi Drema Sector : Five star systems experiencing severe geological dis- + turbances. In the past 150 years, the fifth planet of one system has been + smashed into an asteroid belt. The reason for the disturbances is the pre- + sence of an enormous amount of dilithium. The Enterprise is the first manned + ship to enter the sector, though unmanned probes visiting before failed to + find the life forms on the fourth planet of one system, the Dremans. There + WAS a thriving ecosystem on the first planet, now destroyed. (Pen Pals) +Soleis Five : A planet with two warring factions of a race called the Solari, + who call for Riva, the Great Mediator, to help them. (Loud as a Whisper) +Starbase 6 : The Enterprise takes Kareen Brianon here. (The Schizoid Man) +Starbase 73 : Enterprise's last stop before its trip to Endicor and through + the time vortex; Riker picked up some Owan eggs from here. Also, the ship + departs from here for the Ficus Sector. (Time Squared, Up the Long Ladder) +Starbase 83 : Picard sets the Enterprise's course to here following the en- + counter with the Borg. (Q Who) +Starbase 153 : K'Ehleyr hails from here; she travels on a Class 8 Probe because + of the lack of ships at 153. (The Emissary) +Starbase 173 : A new outpost on the Neutral Zone border. Its Base Commander + is Admiral Nakamura; the representative of the Judge Advocate General's of- + fice here for Sector 23 is Captain Philipa Louvois. The Enterprise is de- + layed here when Picard vies Bruce Maddox over Data's rights. Later, Sonya + Gomez transfers to the Enterprise from here. (Measure of a Man, Q Who) +Starbase 179 : Where the Enterprise takes aboard Ensign Mendon, part of the + Officer Exchange Program. (A Matter of Honor) +Starbase 185 : Two years, seven months, three days and 18 hours away from Sys- + tem J25, where the Enterprise encounters the Borg, at maximum warp. (Q Who) +Starbase 336 : Received a SOS from the T'Ong two days previous to K'Ehleyr's + arrival on the Enterprise. (The Emissary) +Starbase Scylla 515 : Starbase where a branch of the Academy is located as well + as advanced medical facilities; Wesley goes here to take more exams while Pi- + card to have an operation. (Samaritan Snare) +Starbase Montgomery : The Enterprise docks here for engineering consultations + prompted by minor malfunctions. Kyle Riker beams aboard from here. (Icarus) +Star Station India : The Enterprise is en route here when it receives a call + from USS Lantree. (Unnatural Selection) +Streleb : -see- Coalition of Madina +Surata Four : Planet where Riker is infected with microbes. The Enterprise is + the first ship to have a survey team explore the planet. (Shades of Gray) +System J25 : Planetary system 7000 light years away from the Enterprise's ori- + ginal position before being commandeered by Q. It is two years, 7 months, + 3 days, 18 hours away from Starbase 185 at maximum warp. The sixth planet + holds ruins of cities scooped away from the surface identical to what hap- + pened on the Neutral Zone. (Q Who) +Tango Sierra : A Federation medical facility in the Rachelis system modeled on + the Regula-type station. It is here that the Enterprise travels with the + plasma plague samples from 'aucdet Nine. (The Child) +Thalos Seven : Home of Thalian chocolate mousse. (The Dauphin) +Thandaus Five : The entire population of this planet was born without limbs, + similar to Riva's lack of hearing. (Loud as a Whisper) +Theta Eight : Located in the Theta 116 system; it was here that the Earth ves- + sel Charybdis was taken and the Hotel Royale created. Its atmosphere is + composed of nitrogen, methane, liquid neon, ammonia tornadoes; temperature + is -291 C, winds up to 312 meters/second. Never mapped. (The Royale) +Theta 116 System : Location of Theta Eight. (The Royale) +Tokyo Base : Location where Kyle Riker worked on Ferengi tactics for Starfleet. + (The Icarus Factor) +Tra'nusah : Klingon planet where the Pagh's tactics officer's father died in + battle. (A Matter of Honor) +Vega Omicron Sector : Area of space that the Ares is patrolling; intelligent + life has been indicated there, nothing conclusive. (The Icarus Factor) + + +----STARSHIP INDEX------------------------------------------------------------- +Ares, USS : Ship in the Vega Omicron sector where intelligent life forms are + indicated. Its captain is retiring, and Riker is given command. Its first + officer is Flaherty. (The Icarus Factor) +Atlek Ship : A class 7 ship, with a crew of 26, captained by Debin. (Okona) +Borg Ship : Box-like collection of "spare parts" with no discernable bridge, + command center, engineering or life support. Borgs are stored in this ship, + which is really a single collective mind. (Q Who) +Charybdis : NASA Exploratory ship, the third attempt to leave the Solar Sys- + tem; it was launched July 23, 2037 from an America with 52 states (which it + had between 2033 and 2079). Its telemetry failed and it was lost and never + heard from again. (The Royale) +Constantinople, USS : Starfleet liner, crew of 2012 colonists, disabled. Its + crew suffers from severe hypoxia. It is saved with only 46 injuries by + the Enterprise. (The Schizoid Man) +El-Baz : Enterprise shuttlepod #5. Picard-2 is found unconscious inside it; + the ship is drained of power and damanged from an antimatter explosion. The + power polarity is not compatible with normality. The stardate on the El- + Baz when found is 42679.5; normal is 42679.2. Named for noted NASA geologist + Farouk El-Baz. (Time Squared) +Enterprise, USS : NCC-1701-D, the Galaxy Class Starship commanded by Captain + Jean-Luc Picard. They're all legends. Everyone wants a position aboard her. +Erstwhile, SS : The ship of Captain Thaddiun Okona, a class 9 vessel and inter- + planetary cargo freighter. It develops problems in space which calls for + the Enterprise's attention. Geordi updates its systems. (Outrageous Okona) +Harkona : Romulan vessel under orders of Subcommander Taras. It attacks the + Enterprise but is suspended by the Iconian computer virus. (Contagion) +Hathaway, USS : NCC-2593, a Constellation-class starship that for 80 years has + orbited Braslota Three as a derelict. Riker is given command of the Hathaway + with 40 officers - including Worf, Wesley, Geordi and Ensign Nagel - and 48 + hours to ready it for a simulated battle -- but this almost turns deadly when + a Ferengi vessel, the Krik'ta, attacks. (Peak Performance) +Klingon Cruiser : Said to have detected debris in the upper atmosphere of The- + ta Eight; not seen. (The Royale) +Krik'ta : Ferengi vessel under DaiMon Bractor, it attacks the Enterprise after + witnessing the latter's wargame simulation with the Hathaway. +Lantree, USS : Class six supply ship, commanded by Captain L. Iso Tolaka. Its + first officer is affected by Thelusian Flu and combined with Darwinian anti- + bodies its crew of 26 grows older and dies. Its control access code is + Omicron Omicron Alpha Yellow Day Star 2-7 Enable. (Unnatural Selection) +Mariposa, SS : Earth ship, DY-500 class, Captain Walter Granger commanding. It + was launched 27 Nov. 2183, destined for Ficus sector. Its Manifest was 225 + Yoshimitsu computers, 5 monitor beacon satellites, 50 spinning wheels, 700 + cellular comlinks, cattle, chickens, pigs.... (Up the Long Ladder) +Mondor : Pakled vessel captained by Grebnedlog, limited armaments. The Pakleds + claim that their guidance and main power systems are out. Their shields are + actually of Romulan design. (Samaritan Snare) +Pagh : Imperial Klingon ship, Bird-of-Prey class, commanded by Captain Kargan. + Riker is transferred here under the Officer Exchange Program and becomes its + first officer. (A Matter of Honor) +Potemkin, USS : Riker served on this as a Lieutenant, during which time he once + hid the ship over a planet's magnetic poles to confuse his opponent's sen- + sors. (Peak Performance) +Pr'ang : Klingon vessel tailing the Enterprise by two days on its journey to + meet the T'Ong. (The Emissary) +Repulse, USS : Excelsior-class starship, NCC-2524. It rendezvouses with the + Enterprise to transfer crew, including Dr. Katherine Pulaski, in Shuttle + 10. Later, the Enterprise contacts it when searching for Pulaski's trans- + porter records. It is commanded by Captain Taggart. (The Child, Unnatural + Selection) +Romulan Ship : A facsimile that attacks the Enterprise when it is trapped in + Nagilum's void. (Where Silence Has Lease) Also, a false image created by + Worf to attack the Enterprise during the war games. (Peak Performance) +Sakharov : Enterprise shuttle Two; used by Pulaski in her Darwinian research, + then by Wes and Picard for transport to Starbase 515. Named for noted scien- + tist and dissident Andrei Sakharov. (Unnatural Selection, Samaritan Snare) +Shuttle Six : Shuttle missing from bay two when Q commandeers her, and takes + Picard aboard. (Q Who) +Shuttle 10 : Repulse shuttle; transfers Kate Pulaski. (The Child) +Streleb Ship : A class 7 ship captained by Kushell. (The Outrageous Okona) +Tholian Vessel : At the Academy, Riker once calculated a blind spot on a Tho- + lian vessel and hid in it in a battle simulation. (Peak Performance) +T'Ong : Klingon D-7 class vessel captained by K'Temoc, in cryogenic suspension + for 75 years. The T'Ong awakens near the Boratis system and Enterprise is + assigned to handle its indoctrination to the 24th century. (The Emissary) +Transport Ship : Transports Lwaxana Troi to the Enterprise; its cockpit resem- + bles that of a shuttlecraft. (Manhunt) +Victory, USS : Constellation-class starship, it was to meet with the Enterprise + at coordinates 3629 x 584. Enterprise arrived three days early. Named af- + ter an Earth sailing ship of which Geordi constructs a model. (Elementary) +Yamato, USS : Galaxy-class ship, NCC-1305-E, commanded by Captain Donald Var- + ley; it is the Enterprise's sister ship. A facsimile appears in the void + controlled by Nagilum (in sector 091 mark 26). The ship itself actually + discovers the lost world Iconia and is destroyed when an Iconian probe + transmits a computer "virus" into the Yamato's software. An engineering + team of 18 previously was killed when the force field in the shuttle bay + collapsed. (Where Silence Has Lease, Contagion) + + +----CHARACTER GUIDE------------------------------------------------------------ +Alans [Whitney Rydbeck] : Member of the Selcundi Drema team under Wesley; mar- + ried to Hildebrant. Specialist in vulcanology and geomechanics. (Pen Pals) +Alva [unseen] : Found face down in river; her boyfriend was indicted for mur- + der, says Slade Bender. (Manhunt) +Antedian Delegate [Mick Fleetwood] : Representative of Antede Three, he is ac- + tually an assassin; his robe is lined with ultretium. (Manhunt) +Anya [Paddi Edwards] : Guardian of Salia, future leader of Daled Four. She + is from Daled's third moon and returns here after her Enterprise trip. She + and Salia are allasomorphs. / Also played as a teenage girl by Madchen Amick + and in her beast state by Cindy Sorenson. (The Dauphin) +Aron [Peter Neptune] : Officer on Enterprise. (The Dauphin) +Assistant Manager, The [Sam Anderson] : Desk clerk at the Hotel Royale, he was + involved in the Bell Boy - Mickey D storyline. (The Royale) +Bell Boy, The [Leo Garcia] : Young man working at the Hotel Royale, he loved + a woman named Rita and died trying to defend her honor. (The Royale) +Bender, Slade [Robert Costanzo] : A local thug who tries to kill Dixon Hill due + to a mishap involving a girl named Alva. (Manhunt) +Benzan [Kieran Mulroney] : Son of Kushell of Streleb. He is actually in love + with Yanar, daughter of Debin of Atlek, and had Okona take the Jewel of The- + sia to give her as a wedding gift. (The Outrageous Okona) +Biomolecular Specialist [Tzi Ma] : Operates on Picard. (Samaritan Snare) +Bractor, DaiMon [Armin Shimerman] : The leader of the Ferengi attack vessel + Krik'ta. He attacks the Enterprise when he finds it in turn "attacking" the + Hathaway. (Peak Performance) +Brianon, Kareen [Barbara Alyn Woods] : The ward of Dr. Ira Graves, her father + passed away many years ago. She served Graves in the capacity of his sole + assistant, while he loved her from afar. (The Schizoid Man) +Burke, Ensign [Glenn Morshower] : Tactical officer on Enterprise, he replaces + Worf when the latter is on the Hathaway. He also supervises Wesley's return + for his plasma physics project. (Peak Performance) +Burns & Allen [unseen] : Specifically, George Burns and Gracie Allen, at the + Roxie Theatre, 1932, referred to by Data. (The Outrageous Okona) +Clancy, Ensign [Anne Elizabeth Ramsey] : Originally an assistant engineer on + the Enterprise, she later becomes an ops officer. (Elementary Dear Data, The + Emissary) +Comic [Joe Piscopo] : A holodeck recreation of a 20th century comic (in file + RW96321). He helps Data to understand human humor. (The Outrageous Okona) +Crewman [Dore Keller] : Assistant to Geordi La Forge. (The Child) +Crusher, Beverly [Gates McFadden] : Former Chief Medical Officer, USS Enter- + prise. Widowed by Jack Crusher; son Wesley serves aboard Enterprise. Left + ship to become head of Starfleet Medical (not seen this season). +Crusher, Wesley [Wil Wheaton] : Acting Ensign, USS Enterprise. His mother is + Dr. Beverly Crusher, serving at Starfleet Medical; he stays aboard the ship + with his studies and is looked after by Commander Riker. He befriends En- + sign Mendon when the latter is transferred aboard the ship, and falls for + Salia, the ruler of Daled Four. He solves Worf's problem when he recreates + the Age of Ascension ceremonial chamber in the holodeck. Wesley is given + command of a geological team on Riker's suggestion to solve the violent tec- + tonic problem on Drema, and he also solves the problem of the Hathaway's + lack of antimatter with his own science project. +Cuzo, Jimmy [unseen] : Involved in Parrot's Claw case. (Manhunt) +Data, Lieutenant Commander [Brent Spiner] : Second Officer on the Enterprise + and OPS officer. He's won the Starfleet Command Declaration for Valor and + Gallantry, the Medal of Honor with Clusters, the Legion of Honor and the Star + Cross. His capacity is 800 quadrillion bits; his speed is 60 trillian ope- + rations per second. He has an off switch on his lower back. Data fancies + Sherlock Holmes, and engages in an adventure in the holodeck in the guise, + with Geordi as Dr. Watson. He uses his self-correcting mechanism to shut + down to repair himself from the Iconian virus. When an analytical team from + Starbase Montgomery comes aboard to investigate malfunctions, Data's prog- + nosis of a simple reprogramming becomes theirs as well. Picard calls him + Carlos from South America in the Dixon Hill holodeck file. He was created + by Dr. Noonian Sung but his 'grandfather' is Dr. Ira Graves, who takes his + android form to live past his death. Commander Bruce Maddox tries to use + Data for study until Picard intervenes. He also creates a link with Sarjen- + ka of Selcundi Drema and violates the Prime Directive because of it. When + he fails to best Sirna Kolrami at Strategema, he considers himself a failure + but then learns that losing does not necessarily mean failure. +David [George Baxter] : The Darwin child that Pulaski beams aboard the shut- + tlecraft. (Unnatural Selection) +Davies, Ensign [Nicholas Cascone] : Specialist in geochemistry, he is Wesley's + primary assistant in the team discerning the Selcundi Drema situation. He + involuntarily teaches Wesley a thing or two in the art of command. (Pen Pals) +Dealt, Hester [Seymour Cassel] : Lieutenant Commander, medical trustee of the + Federation Medical Collection Station on 'aucdet Nine. Dealt travels with + Enterprise to Tango Sierra. (The Child) +Debin [Douglas Rowe] : Wealthy leader on the planet Atlek whose daughter, Ya- + nar, is supposedly impregnated by Okona. In actuality, it is Benzan's child + and Okona is being wrongfully pursued. (The Outrageous Okona) +de Fermat, Pierre [unseen] : French mathematician, 1601-1665, famous for his + "Last Theorem". He stated that x^n + y^n = z^n was impossible to solve + where n>2, and wrote in the margin "remarkable proof" before his death. The + puzzle was never solved in 800 years. +Dieghan, Liam [unseen] : Philosopher who proscribed 'back to nature' and foun- + ded the Neotranscendentalists in early 22nd century, while Earth was recove- + ring from World War III. (Up the Long Ladder) +Doctor [Folkert Schmidt] : (Contagion) +Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan : Writer of the Sherlock Holmes stories, which were + fabricated in the holodeck. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Flaherty, Commander [unseen]: First Officer of the Ares, with an unusual lin- + guistics skill; he speaks 40 languages as of the last time Picard saw him, + among the more exotic Romulan, Klingon, Ghiamon and Stroierian. He can in- + stantaneously extrapolate verbal communication, a skill very useful in the + Vega Omicron sector. (The Icarus Factor) +Gibson, Ensign [Jennifer Barlow] : Ops officer on Enterprise. (The Dauphin) +Gladstone, Miss [Dawn Armenian] : The Enterprise's nursery attendant. She as- + sists in the supervision of Ian. (The Child) +Gomez, Ensign Sonya [Lycia Naff]: Young motormouth ensign handpicked by Geordi + for Enterprise duty from Rayna VI where she did phase work with antimatter. + Sonya is impulsive and driven, and a recent Academy graduate, transfered from + Starbase 173. She spills hot chocolate on Picard. She assists Geordi and + then takes his place when he is kidnapped. (Q Who, Samaritan Snare) +Graham [unknown]: An officer whom Kyle Riker knows on Enterprise. (Icarus) +Granger [Jon de Vries] : The archetype for the Granger clones; he is Wilson + Granger, Prime Minister of Mariposa, and Victor Granger, Minister of Health. + (Up the Long Ladder) +Graves, Dr. Ira [W. Morgan Sheppard] : A brilliant cyberneticist living on his + own planet, Graves' World, he was Dr. Noonian Sung's instructor -- in effect + he was Data's "grandfather". (The Schizoid Man) +Grebnedlog [Christopher Collins] : Captain of the Pakled vessel Mondor, it is + he who orders Geordi taken hostage. (Samaritan Snare) +Gromek, Admiral [Georgann Johnson] : Starfleet Admiral who orders the Enter- + prise to divert to Boratis to meet K'Ehleyr. (The Emissary) +Guinan [Whoopi Goldberg]: A member of an advanced race of humanoids forced to + flee into the Federation, she has since come to serve on board the Enterprise + as the hostess of Ten-Forward. She met Picard before her assignment, but + denies it. A Listener, she is trained in human social skills. Guinan is + also known to Q; Guinan is not her real name. Q calls her an imp, saying + "trouble follows her", and warns Picard to remove her from the ship. She + seems to sense danger, especially Q. Her people encountered the Borg 100 + years previous; the Borg destroyed them. She seems to understand humor and + teenage boys very well; she helps Data understand humor and helps Wesley de- + cide to remain on the ship. (The Child, The Outrageous Okona, The Measure of + a Man, The Dauphin, Q Who) +Haskell [Charles Douglass] : A bridge Conn crewman who is killed on the whim + of Nagilum, who is studying life and death. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Hennessy [unbilleted] : Patient of Dr. Pulaski's suffering from Andonesian en- + cephalitis. (The Dauphin) +Herbert, Ensign [Lance Spellerberg]: Transporter officer. (Icarus Factor) +Hildebrant [Ann H. Gillespie] : On the Selcundi Drema team under Wesley; mar- + ried to Alans. Specialist in vulcanology and geomechanics. (Pen Pals) +Hill, Dixon [Patrick Stewart] : The 1941 San Francisco private detective cha- + racter that is Picard's favorite on the holodeck. The second time he is in + there, we discover he likes scotch, neat; he also never invited Madeline to + drink with him. (Manhunt) +Holmes, Sherlock : Famed detective from Doyle mysteries, his persona was taken + up by Data in the holodeck. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Homn, Mr. [Carel Struycken] : Valet to Lwaxana Troi, he carries her luggage, + drinks alcohol with fervor and accompanies her everywhere. She almost fired + him after she detected 'lustful thoughts' from him. (Manhunt) +Ian [R.J. Williams] : In actuality, an alien life entity that travels as a + glowing white pulse of energy; it impregnates itself into Counselor Troi to + experience human life. Born within 36 hours, Ian grows to an eight year old + within hours, where he dies after discovering he is the emitter of Eichner + radiation. / Played younger by Zachary Benjamin. (The Child) +James, William : Philosopher who will not be on Wesley's study list. (Snare) +Karatok : Author of "The Dream of the Fire", given to Data. (Measure of a Man) +Kargan, Captain [Christopher Collins] : Commander of the Klingon vessel Pagh, + it is he who orders the Enterprise's destruction when he believes it res- + ponsible for the Pagh's decay. (A Matter of Honor) +K'Ehleyr [Suzie Plakson] : Special Emissary appointed by the Federation to han- + dle the T'Ong situation, her mother was human and her father Klingon. She + and Worf had a brief romantic fling six years previous before they parted + due to youth and their careers, their romance "unfinished business". She + almost takes the Oath when she sees Worf again. She inherited her wicked + sense of humor from mom, her bad temper from dad. (The Emissary) +Kingsley, Dr. Sara [Patricia Smith] : Chief Researcher at the Darwin Genetic + Research Station. She grows to old age because of the children's faulty + immunity system. (Unnatural Selection) +Klag, Lieutenant [Brian Thompson] : Second Officer of the Klingon vessel Pagh, + he distrusts Riker at first but is eventually won over. His father was + captured by Romulans and now sits on the Klingon home planet, waiting for + his death. (A Matter of Honor) +Kolrami, Sirna [Roy Brocksmith] : Zakdornian strategist for Starfleet and a + third level grand master of Strategema. He boards the Enterprise to super- + vise the battle simulation, thinking Riker to be "wanting". Riker proves + him very wrong. (Peak Performance) +K'Temoc [Lance Le Gault] : Captain of the T'Ong, he has been asleep for 75 yrs. + in cryogenic suspension. He attacks the Enterprise, but Worf convinces him + by masquerading as the Captain that the Klingons are allies. (The Emissary) +Kushell [Albert Stratton] : Leader of the Legation of Unity of the planet + Streleb, he is searching for Okona because he believes the rogue stole his + planet's prized Jewel of Thesia. (The Outrageous Okona) +La Forge, Lieutenant Geordi [LeVar Burton] : Chief Engineer of the Enterprise, + he specializes in dilithium regulators and antimatter power. He fancies the + Sherlock Holmes mythos like Data and creates Victorian London to be Watson + in. He works with Hester Dealt to carry plasma plague samples to Tango Sier- + ra. One of his assistants is Ensign Sonya Gomez. Data is his best friend. + He is nearly killed by the Enterprise itself when it is infected with the + Iconian program, and is captured by the Pakleds due to his vast engineering + knowledge. He is chosen by Riker to head up the team to refit the Hathaway + for combat, and is with Riker when the latter is infected on Surata. +Lestrade, Inspector [Alan Shearman] : Victorian London's lawman, he knew Sher- + lock Holmes well. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Lewis, Jerry [unseen] : 20th Century comedian referred to by Comic. (Okona) +Lieutenant [John Garrett] : A Solari warrior who disbelieves Riva and kills + his Chorus. (Loud as a Whisper) +Lore [unseen] : Data's "twin brother" seen in "Datalore". (Measure of a Man) +Louvois, Captain Philipa [Amanda McBroom] : Senior officer of the Starbase 173 + Judge Advocate General's office. She was the prosecutor in the Stargazer + Courtmartial 10 years ago and now presides in the hearing over Data's sen- + tience. She was forced out of Starfleet 10 years ago. (The Measure of a Man) +Maddox, Commander Bruce [Brian Brophy] : Assistant Chair of Robotics, Daystrom + Technical Institute. He intends on disassembling Data and reconstructing + thousands of them for Starfleet use, but eventually has to battle Data and + Picard to do so. Maddox was the only person on Data's original review board + that opposed his entry to Starfleet. (The Measure of a Man) +Madeline [Rhonda Aldrich] : Dixon Hill's secretary in the 1941 San Francisco + holodeck representation (she appeared last season without a name). Madeline + accompanies Dixon (Picard) to Rex's Bar, 'the first time he's ever asked her + to join him.' Her mother's cousin is from San Antonio. (Manhunt; also seen + last season in The Big Goodbye) +Manheim, Dr. Paul [unseen] : Described by Picard as a man who created an expe- + riment with time and couldn't control it. Played by Rod Loomis last season + in "We'll Always Have Paris." (Time Squared) +Matthews, Todd [unseen] : Author of "The Hotel Royale". (The Royale) +Mendon, Ensign [John Putch]: A Benzite assigned to the Enteprise through Star- + fleet's Officer Exchange Program. He first detects the bacteria destroying + both Enterprise and the Pagh. (A Matter of Honor) +Mickey D [Gregory Beecroft] : A gangster whose woman, Rita, is having an af- + fair with the Bell Boy at the Royale. He kills the Bell Boy. (The Royale) +Moore, Admiral James [unseen] : Informed Picard of the distress call from the + Ficus Sector. (Up the Long Ladder) +Mordock : First Benzite in Starfleet Academy; played last season by John + Putch. Wesley mistakes Mendon for him. (A Matter of Honor) +Moriarty, Professor James [Daniel Davis] : Originally the adversary of Sher- + lock Holmes in Arthur Conan Doyle's novels, this holodeck representation + achieved simulated consciousness when dared to match Data's intelligence. + Moriarty almost took the Enterprise but when he gained knowledge of the ship + the evil forces that drove Moriarty vanished and Picard promised that once + a way were found he'd come back and release him. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Nagel, Ensign [Leslie Neale] : Female tactical officer that accompanies Riker + to the Hathaway. She, Riker and Worf create the "false image" defensive ma- + neuver that allows them the first strike. (Peak Performance) +Nagilum [Earl Boen] : An advanced alien lifeform who uses a mysterious void as + a laboratory to study the crew of the Enterprise and their reactions. His + ultimate purpose is to understand life and death. He eventually lets the + Enterprise go. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Nakamura, Admiral [Clyde Kusatsu] : Base Commander of Starbase 173, he autho- + rizes Bruce Maddox' intended experimentation on Data. (Measure of a Man) +Noress, Dr. Susan [unseen] : Developer of the plasma plague 70 years ago in + Module L-73. (The Child) +Okona, Captain Thaddiun [William O. Campbell] : Roguish captain of the freigh- + ter SS Erstwhile, which operates in the Coalition of Madina. Okona has ac- + ted for several months as a go-between for Yanar and Benzan, children of the + two planets of Madina's system, who are in love. (The Outrageous Okona) +O'Brien, Chief [Colm Meaney] : Irish transporter chief of the Enterprise, he + is always on alert. Originally listed as a conn officer, he was evidentally + transferred to Transporter. O'Brien was witness to Worf's Ascension ritual + in the holodeck and played poker with Data before he was sentenced to Maddox. + O'Brien also assisted in tricky transport situations such as the encounter + with the Borg. The name O'Brien was first given in "Unnatural Selection". + He comforts Will Riker when his father Kyle comes aboard. He once saw a + Klingon pain stick used against a two-tongued Repteen Malopod. (All episodes + this season save "Elementary Dear Data," "Outrageous Okona," "The Schizoid + Man," "Samaritan Snare" and "Peak Performance") +O'Dell, Brenna [Rosalyn Landor] : Daughter of Danilo O'Dell, and an Irish girl, + it is she who wields the real power of the Bringloidi colony. She takes an + interest in Riker. Worf notes that she is like a Klingon woman. (Ladder) +O'Dell, Danilo [Barrie Ingham] : The representative leader of the Bringloidi + colony in the Ficus Sector. Has a daughter, Brenna, who really runs every- + thing. An Irishman by nature, he is Shan'a'kee of the colony. (Long Ladder) +O'Ferren, Marty [unseen] : Dixon Hill 'greased' him with his own testimony and + Rex's. (Manhunt) +O'Neill, Tip [unseen] : 20th Century politician, overweight, which the Comic + jokes about. (The Outrageous Okona) +Oriega, Stan [unseen] : 23rd century comedian who specializes in jokes about + quantum mathematics. (The Outrageous Okona) +Picard, Captain Jean-Luc [Patrick Stewart] : Captain of the starship USS Enter- + prise, he is the foremost pioneer of his era. Picard is responsible for such + notability as defending android rights in court, discovering lost civiliza- + tions such as the Iconians, the Bringloidi and the Mariposans, as well as + the first real contact with the Borg. Archaeology was his hobby since his + Academy days. Picard has an artificial heart, a 'parthogenetic implant', + due to a conflict in which he was wounded by Norsicans when he was young. He + doesn't like kids, though in Wesley's opinion he would make a good father. + Picard never had time for marriage. He was top of his Academy class. His + ultimate goal is to take his ship to the farthest reaches of space. When he + is off duty, he spends his time as his favorite character, Dixon Hill, in the + ship's holodeck. A double of his from six hours in the future was once cre- + ated by a time vortex. Chose to defend Data's rights in Starfleet court to + save the android's "life". When Riker refers to himself as Captain following + his fight for life against the Surata microbes, Picard calls Data the "ad- + miral". Picard is an animal person, though not with small ones; he is really + a horse lover and a skilled equestrian. +Picard-2 [Patrick Stewart] : Double of Captain Picard from six hours in the + future. He was the only survivor of the future Enterprise's destruction, + forced into a catatonic state. He comes out of it closer to the actual time + of contact with the time vortex. (Time Squared) +Pie Man [Richard Merson] : Complained that a young waif stole his goods; actu- + ally it was a setup for a murder. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Prixis [unknown] : On Wesley's Selcundi Drema team, he is black and speciali- + zes in mineralogy and metallurgy. (Pen Pals) +Prostitute [Diz White] : Saw Moriarty call the arch. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Pulaski, Dr. Katherine [Diana Muldaur] : Acting Chief Medical Officer, USS En- + terprise. Transferred to the ship from her last assignment, USS Repulse, + because of her fondness for exploration and service under Picard. She is the + author of "Linear Models of Viral Propatation" and is an expert in her field. + She has been married three times, and still retains good friendship with all + three men. She is also a former lover of Kyle Riker and nearly married him. + Her greatest medical skill, says Troi, is her empathy; she suffers when + others suffer, as seen when Riker is infected on Surata Four. She believes + that "death is an experience best shared" when Worf demonstrates the Klingon + Tea Ceremony for her; she uses an antidote to avoid being killed. She is + affected by the Darwinian disease and grows old, but her life was saved by + Chief O'Brien in the transporter. +"Q" [John deLancie]: Arrogant member of the Q continuum, and Picard's foremost + adversary. His third visit to the Enterprise was on a quest to join them, + and to show them of what lay ahead -- the Borg, for starters. Q also recog- + nized Guinan. He was asked to leave the Continuum following his last visit. + His reasons were wrong but his actions Picard deems correct. (Q Who) +Ramsey, Dr. [unseen] : Presumably chief archaologist of the Deneus Three expe- + dition, he gave Donald Varley an Iconian relic. (Contagion) +Reginod [Leslie Morris] : 'Engineer' on the Pakled vessel Mondor. (Sam. Snare) +Rex [Rod Arrants] : Proprietor of Rex's Bar in the 1941 San Francisco holodeck + set. He and Dixon Hill were responsible for putting Marty O'Ferren behind + bars. (Manhunt) +Richey, Colonel Stephen [unseen] : Commander of the NASA exploratory ship Cha- + rybdis, he died 283 years previously after being trapped in the Hotel Royale + for 38 years by aliens who created it out of guilt. (The Royale) +Riker, Kyle [Mitchell Ryan]: Father of Will Riker, a civilian adviser to Star- + fleet and strategic attache. He and Pulaski are former lovers; she calls + him "crusty, hard as nails" but underneath is still a good man. He worked + at the Tokyo base and also at another starbase advising about Starfleet's + conflict with the Tholians which was attacked; he was the only survivor. He + taught Will all he knows about Anbo-jyutsu. It has been 15 years since he + last saw his son. He hates to cook. (The Icarus Factor) +Riker, Commander William T. [Jonathan Frakes] : First Officer of the USS En- + terprise. Born in Valdez, Alaska; his father is Kyle Riker, his mother died + when he was young and he never knew her. Riker blames her death on Kyle. + At eight he learned the art of anbo-jyutsu; at nine, he caught a fish but + his father took the rod away so he wouldn't lose it. He cooks because his + father hated to. He was on his own since age 15, and did not speak to his + father for 15 years. His access code is "Theta Alpha 2737 Blue, Enable". + Once shared a relationship with Troi. Picard sometimes thinks he acts like + a mother hen. He requested his post on the Klingon ship Pagh in Starfleet's + Exchange program, and turns down a promotion to Captain of the Ares due to + "motivated self-interest". He can speak a little Klingonese. On the holo- + deck-created San Francisco program, Riker calls him "Nails from Chicago." + Nearly died from a parasitic infection until his own emotions destroyed it. + He believes the Rikers to be "ornery"; his great-grandfather was bitten by a + rattlesnake and "after 3 days of intense pain, the snake died." At the Aca- + demy he calculated a blind spot on a Tholian vessel and hid in it in a battle + simulation; as a Lieutenant on the Potemkin he shut down the power and hid + over the magnetic poles to confuse his opponent's sensors. Data says he only + relies on traditional tactics 21% of the time. +Rita [unseen] : A woman caught between her two loves -- Mickey D and the Bell + Boy of the Hotel Royale. (The Royale) +Riva [Howie Seago] : The "Great Mediator" from Ramatis Three. The gene for + hearing is not in his planet's ruling line; hence he is deaf. His negotia- + tions successfully created several peace treaties between the Federation and + Klingon Empire -- before him, there was no word for "peacemaker" in Klingon + dictionaries. The Solari request that he and he alone be the mediator be- + tween the two factions of their race. (Loud as a Whisper) +Robinson, Lt. JG [unbilleted] : Attractive Transporter officer who receives + Okona's attention when he first boards Enterprise. (The Outrageous Okona) +Ruffian [Biff Manard] : Tried to kill Picard and Data when stealing their + money, because the mortality regulators were overridden. (Elementary) +Salia [Jamie Hubbard] : Future leader of Daled Four, she has lived on Klavdia + Three for her entire 16 year life. Salia and her guardian Anya are allaso- + morphs, shapeshifters who exist naturally as pure light. (The Dauphin) +Sarjenka [Nikki Cox] : A young Dreman that Data contacts via the simple trans- + mitter her father frowns upon. Data rescues her from death by bringing her + aboard the Enterprise and then, when her planet is saved, her memory of him + is eradicated. Data leaves an Alaynan Singerstone for her. Her family in- + cludes her parents and brothers. (Pen Pals) +Selar, Lieutenant [Suzie Plakson] : Vulcan medical officer on the Enterprise. + She beamed down to Graves' World to assist the landing party in ascertaining + the health of Ira Graves. (The Schizoid Man) +Scholar [Thomas Oglesby] : A member of Riva's chorus who represents intellect, + wisdom, philosophy and logic. He is "also the dreamer, representative of + beauty beyond truth." The Scholar is killed by a malcontented member of a + warring Solari faction. (Loud as a Whisper) +Sung, Dr. Noonian [unseen] : The leading authority on Cybernetics and the cre- + ator of Data and Lore. Long dead, his legacy lives on -- Dr. Ira Graves was + his teacher, while Commander Bruce Maddox has extensively studied Dr. Sung's + theories and techniques. (The Schizoid Man, The Measure of a Man) +Surgeon [Daniel Benzali] : Operates on Picard. (Samaritan Snare) +Tactical Crewman [Dietrich Bader] : (The Emissary) +Tactician [David L. Lander] : Assistant to Bractor. (Peak Performance) +Tactics Officer [Peter Parros] : A Klingon assigned to the vessel Pagh. His + mother is alive; his father died in battle at Tra'nusah. (Matter of Honor) +Taggart, Captain [J. Patrick McNamara] : Commander of USS Repulse, Kate Pu- + laski's former ship. (Unnatural Selection) +Taras, Subcommander [Carolyn Seymour] : Captain of the Romulan vessel Harkona. + It is her ship that detains the malfunctioning Enterprise in the Neutral + Zone. (Contagion) +Texas [Noble Willingham] : A corny man from Lubbock, Texas, who came to the + Hotel Royale in a "91 Caddy with only 80,000 miles on it". He shows Data + how to play Blackjack and later bets against him in Craps. (The Royale) +Thug [Robert O'Reilly] : Tries to threaten Dixon Hill. (Manhunt) +Tolaka, Captain L. Iso [unseen] : Commander of USS Lantree, he is Riker's age + but grows to old age in a matter of days and dies. (Unnatural Selection) +Transporter Officer [Scott Trost] : (Unnatural Selection) +Transport Pilot [Wren T. Brown] : Transports Lwaxana to Enterprise. (Manhunt) +Traveler, The [unseen] : Described by Picard as a man who traveled through + time by mind power. Played by Eric Menyuk last season in "Where No One Has + Gone Before". (Time Squared) +Troi, Counselor Deanna [Marina Sirtis] : Lieutenant Commander and Chief Counse- + lor, USS Enterprise. She is the heart of the bridge, Picard's ace in the + hole. Her mother is a bit of a bother, but Deanna is a very vibrant woman. + She shared a past with Riker -- where she warned him about the 'Phase' -- and + now they are friends. She has an office somewhere on the ship, seen once. + Troi is forced to give birth to an alien life form and names it Ian, after + her father; she is also subject to the advances of the deaf mediator, Riva. + She aids Pulaski, consoles Wesley and counsels K'Ehleyr, even though the lat- + ter wants no part of it. She keeps vigil in Riker's room when he is infec- + ted on Surata Four. +Troi, Ian Andrew [unseen]: Father of Deanna Troi, once married to Lwaxana Troi. + Troi names her child, Ian, after her father. Ian apparently worshipped his + wife. (The Child, Manhunt) +Troi, Lwaxana [Majel Barrett] : "Daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the + Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed". Lwaxana's se- + cond journey aboard the Enterprise is to Pacifica for the Antedian conference + though she is undergoing 'the Phase'. The planet Betazed gives her Ambassa- + dorial status while on this mission. Deanna's mother. (Manhunt) She reac- + ted badly to the Betazoid kitten Deanna had as a child. (Pen Pals) +Vallis, Elizabeth [unknown] : Chief of Staff on Mariposa, she is Wilson Gran- + ger's chief aide. (Up the Long Ladder) +Varley, Captain Donald [Thalmus Rasulala] : Commanding officer of USS Yamato, + Galaxy-Class starship. He is killed when the Yamato self-destructs follow- + ing a computer glitch introduced by the Iconian probe. Varley is responsi- + ble for discovering Iconia following hearing rumors of a couple of archaeo- + logical digs. (Contagion) +Vanessa [Jill Jacobsen] : A pretty young socialite who loses most of her money + and is helped out by Texas and, later, Data. (The Royale) +Vekma [Laura Drake] : Female Klingon officer assigned to the Pagh, she taunts + Riker and wonders how good he would be sexually. (A Matter of Honor) +Warrior/Adonis [Leo Damian] : Part of Riva's chorus, he represents passion and + lust. He is also the romantic aspect of Riva's nature; it is he who commu- + nicates personally with Troi. He is killed by a Solari gunman. (Whisper) +Warriors [Richard Lavin, Chip Heller] : Solari leaders. (Loud as a Whisper) +Weapons Officer [Dana Sparks] : (Contagion) +Woman [Marnie Mosiman] : Part of Riva's chorus, she represents harmony, wisdom + and balance. It is she that "binds all else together" in Riva's dealings + with others. She is killed by a Solari malcontent. (Loud as a Whisper) +Worf, Lieutenant J.G. [Michael Dorn] : Security Chief, USS Enterprise. He is + "the perfect Klingon, the ultimate minimalist." For him, the Oath of mating + is more than a point of honor. He is a romantic, says Pulaski; but Q still + calls him the 'microbrain'. He battles holodeck creations with Riker and + K'Ehleyr, whom he is mated with. He doesn't understand betting in poker, + or the concept of gambling all that well. He DOES understand force, and the + way Klingons think. Worf adapts to command well on his first assignment in + the center seat. He suffers when the 10th anniversary of his Age of Ascen- + sion comes along. Worf never knew his real father. When Riker is given + command of the Ares, he wishes to transfer with him. +Yanar [Rosalind Ingledew] : Pregnant daughter of Debin of Atlek, who believes + that Okona is the father. In actuality, she will be wedded to Benzan of + Streleb. (The Outrageous Okona) +Yar, Lieutenant Natasha [Denise Crosby] : Though long dead on Vagra Two, her + memories live on in Data, who keeps a hologram of her as a reminder of their + "intimacy". (The Measure of a Man) +Zembata, Captain [unseen]: Captain of USS Victory, Geordi served under him as + an Ensign. (Elementary, Dear Data) + + +----SUBJECTS CATALOG----------------------------------------------------------- +221-B Baker Street : The address of Sherlock Holmes. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Acts of Cumberland : The Starfleet precedent passed in the late 21st century + that makes Data the property of Starfleet. (The Measure of a Man) +Alaynan Singerstone : A stone that "sings" a different song for each person, + though it sings nothing for Data. Sarjenka finds it in Pulaski's office; + Data leaves it with her when her memory is erased. (Pen Pals) +Anbo-jyutsu : The "ultimate evolution of martial arts", there is an anbo-jyutsu + ring in the Enterprise's gymnasium on Deck 12. It is played in a circular + ring wearing strange, futuristic armor and long sticks. Will Riker challen- + ges Kyle to a match, where the two sort out their problems. Both have been + playing for a long time, Will since he was 8. Kyle cheated his son into be- + lieving a specific move was illegal because he knew he wouldn't be able to + take his son. (The Icarus Factor) +Andonesian Encephalitis : A disease that Dr. Pulaski says is not contageous, + but for which Anya assumes her true form and tries to kill the sufferer, + Hennessy. (The Dauphin) +Andorians : Federation member race, possessing cobalt blue skin and white hair; + mentioned several times, not seen. +Andorian Sivalthu : -see- Horses. +Android : According to Webster's 24th Century Dictionary edition, an automaton + made to resemble a human. (The Measure of a Man) +Arch : The computer-interface system within the holodeck. Each "arch", when + called by name, appears in the room in the holodeck that the person is in + and allows for direct control of the environment. Moriarty, a holodeck cre- + ation, learned how to call for the Arch. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Aft Station : Bridge location that Riker asks to be transported to on the USS + Yamato. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Allasomorph : According to the Galactic Zoological Catalogue, a shapeshifter. + The Daledi are allasomorphs. (The Dauphin) +Anecdotes, Data's : Once he used the square root of pi times nine cubed to + calculate the distance between the Omicron system and the Crab Nebula. Also, + he shared similar stories about brown dwarfs and colliding planets. (Manhunt) +Antimatter : Wesley's project in plasma physics provides Geordi with the neces- + sary antimatter to make the two-second warp jump that saves the Hathaway + possible. (Peak Performance) +Benzites : -see- Benzar (in Location Guide) +Betazoid Kitten : Deanna owned one as a child; her mother and the cat reacted + badly to one another. (Pen Pals) +Betazoids : Empathic Federation members of which Troi and her mother Lwaxana + are members. Betazoids believe men to be a commodity; women undergo 'the + Phase'. Their way of giving thanks for the food they eat is to constantly + ring a chime during the meal. (Manhunt) The gestation rate for a Betazoid + is ten months. (The Child) +Blackjack : Also known as 21. Data plays it at the Hotel Royale with Texas + and Vanessa. (The Royale) +Bio-Beds : Medical beds for use in aiding the sick & injured. (Contagion) +Biofilter : Transporter device that filters out microbes and other infectants + when it is used. Pulaski overrides the biofilter when Riker is infected be- + cause it can't stop the parasites taking his body over. (Shades of Gray) +Borg, The : A race of cyborgs, originally born as organics but implanted with + machinery immediately after birth. They are a collective mind, "the ulti- + mate user" says Q. They swarmed through Guinan's system and destroyed her + planet, forcing them to flee. Their ships regenerate. The Borg's first + real encounter with the Enterprise was due to Q's intervention; however, it + seems as though a Borg ship managed to penetrate the Federation earlier, and + destroyed several Neutral Zone outposts. (Q Who; hinted at in last year's + The Neutral Zone) The Borg threat makes the Starfleet Battle Simulation at + Braslota necessary in Picard's view. (Peak Performance) +Chech'tluth : Klingon drink with a 'good bite'. (Up the Long Ladder) +Chorus : A group of three people -- a woman, a scholar and a warrior -- who + act as one of the galaxy's most unique forms of communication. They serve + as a voice for Riva, who himself is a mediator. The Chorus translates Riva's + emotion, far better than simple interpretation. (Loud as a Whisper) +Class 1 Probe : Picard orders this probe sent into the vortex, but it is only + destroyed. (Time Squared) One is modified to become a resonator. (Pen Pals) +Class 8 Probe : A coffin-shaped object resembling a photon torpedo casing. One + probe had its sensors and transmitters removed and replaced with life support + for transport of K'Ehleyr to the Enterprise. A Class 8 Probe is capable of + travelling at Warp Nine. (The Emissary) +Cloaking Device : A Romulan invention in use for nearly a century. Romulan + ships cannot fire while cloaked. (Contagion) +Crimson Force Field : A ruse used by Riker; it is actually the exhaust of the + hydrogen collectors. (Samaritan Snare) +Complete Klingon Culture Index : Wesley consults it to learn about the Klingon + Age of Ascension. (The Icarus Factor) +Computer, Enterprise : Voice of Majel Barrett. +Computer Virus : A viral program that was transmitted through the log of the + USS Yamato attacks both the Enterprise's software and that of the Romulan + vessel Harkona. It is destroyed by a full shutdown and erase of affected + memory. The program originated on Iconia, though not necessarily intended + with malice. At first, Geordi believes it a design flaw. (Contagion) +Containment Unit : A device that Geordi LaForge replicates aboard the Enter- + prise to transport the plasma plague. (The Child) +Charnock's Comedy Cabaret : The comedy club that Data creates in the holodeck. + After programming it with an audience that laughs at everything he says, he + realizes that humor is something he may never comprehend. (Outrageous Okona) +Craps : A game that Data learns at the Hotel Royale. By discovering that the + dice are improperly balanced, Data is able to defeat the odds and win enough + money to buy the hotel and spread around to its patrons. (The Royale) +Darnay's Disease : A fatal illness that Graves suffers from. (Schizoid Man) +Denasian : Language belonging to the Iconian family. It comes from the planet + Deneus Three. (Contagion) +Dewan : Language belonging to the Iconian family. (Contagion) +Dilithium : Rare metallic crystal that initiates the warp drive effect. It is + dilithium that causes the problem in the Selcundi Drema sector. It also pro- + duces the rare isotope Ilium 629. (Pen Pals) There are only a few crystals + of dilithium in the Hathaway's clamps, demanding Geordi's necessity for more + antimatter. (Peak Performance) +Distress Beacon : An SOS received from the Ficus Sector; took Starbase research + hours to determined the source. Received the previous month. Used by Euro- + pean Hegemony from 2123-2190. (Up the Long Ladder) +"Dream of the Fire, The" : Written by Karatok. According to Worf, the book + did not achieve fame until in the hands of the Klingons. Worf gave it as a + going-away gift to Data. (The Measure of a Man) +Dreams, Riker's : Instigated by Pulaski to cause endorphins to save his life. + They are restricted to clips from past shows: ones that reminisce on friend- + ship (Encounter at Farpoint, The Dauphin, The Icarus Factor), to passion + (Justice, Angel One, 11001001, Up the Long Ladder), to loss (Skin of Evil, + The Child), to violence and primal emotions (A Matter of Honor, Conspiracy, + Symbiosis, The Last Outpost, Heart of Glory, Loud as a Whisper, The Naked + Now, Unnatural Selection). The dreams aid in saving his life. (Clips shown + in Shades of Gray) +Dreman Home : Resemble homes carved from rock, but the technology is high: the + doors, for example, dissolve by touch. (Pen Pals) +Eichner Radiation : A pecular form of radiation emitted by subspace phase in- + verters or synoacrillates. The "child" Ian is also a source; the radiation + causes the strain in Module L-73 to grow. (The Child) +Elevators : A primitive form of turbolift activated by the touch of a button, + which Worf doesn't seem to understand. (The Royale) +Emergency Transponder : A small capsule-shaped device Worf gives to Riker to + aid him on his Pagh journey. Riker uses it to lure Kargan to the Enter- + prise. (A Matter of Honor) +Endorphins : Medical term for a vital part of the endocrine system of the hu- + man body; they are affected by emotions and they eventually wipe out the + microbes infecting Riker. (Shades of Grey) +Energy Vortex : A powerful vortex with a presence at its center, one acting not + on consciousness but rather on instinct. It creates a time loop that the + Enterprise narrowly escapes, but sends a double of Picard back in time to + meet the Enterprise six hours before. (Time Squared) +Enterprise Systems : The Deuterium control conduit and Dilithium crystal cham- + ber are both parts of the Engineering systems; the transporter uses a matter + energy conversion control. Superconducting Magnet (SCM) model three is + something for use on the warp engines. The Enterprise also has magnetic + seals on the matter/antimatter bottle; during emergencies the seals drop and + the m/am purge begins, though it is a malfunction wherein the seals did not + drop that destroyed USS Yamato. (The Dauphin, Contagion) An analytical + team from Starbase Montgomery comes aboard to investigate malfunctions, but + their prognosis is a simple reprogramming, Data's original proposal. (The + Icarus Factor) The automated fire system is a forcefield that contains fire + until oxygen is used up; computers sense localized increase in heat and com- + bustion. (Up the Long Ladder) Each ship has its own code; Worf taps into + the Enterprise's to fake the appearance of a Romulan ship. Data changes the + code, which is the sign that the Ferengi vessel attacking the Enterprise is + real. (Peak Performance) The transporter mechanism detects microbes and + infections and prevents anyone beaming up to the ship. (Shades of Gray) +European Hegemony : A Terran government who used the SOS signal the Enterprise + received. One of the first steps in true world government. (Long Ladder) +Fate : According to Picard, it "rejects fools, children and ships named Enter- + prise...." (Contagion) +Ferengi : One of the Federation's chief adversaries. A Ferengi vessel, the + Krik'ta, attacks the Enterprise and the Hathaway while both have their wea- + pons disconnected in the Braslota system. (Peak Performance) +Five-Card Draw : Data can't understand the purpose of the bluff in this game, + but against the odds he is beaten with a poker face. (The Measure of a Man) +Flu Virus : A crewman picked it up at Nazreldine; Pulaski's therapy is tripto- + phane lycene distillate and a "generous dose of P.C.S.", also known as Pulas- + ki's Chicken Soup. (The Icarus Factor) +Gakh : Serpent worms, a Klingon delicacy best when served live. (Honor) +Galactic Exploration : Wesley comments that only 19% of the galaxy is charted + as of yet. (The Dauphin) +Galactic Zoological Catalogue : It categorizes a shapeshifting being as an al- + lasomorph, of which the Daledi are typical stock. (The Dauphin) +Gambling : A concept that Data doesn't seem to understand, though he imitates + it quite well. He plays poker on the Enterprise and fails to comprehend the + concept of the "poker face" and plays blackjack and shoots craps at the + Hotel Royale and seems to get the hang of it. (The Royale) +Gateway : An Iconian invention, a method of instantaneous travel that garnered + them the names "demons of air and darkness." (Contagion) +Ghiamon : An exotic language spoken by Flaherty. (The Icarus Factor) +Glob Fly : A Klingon fly, half the size of an Earth mosquito with no sting and + an apparently unpleasant buzzing. (The Outrageous Okona) +Grenthamen Water-hopper : Geordi asks if Riker has ever "popped the clutch" of + this type of vessel. He compares it to stalling Hathaway. (Peak Performance) +Guile : Worf says that it is all one has when one is outgunned, outmanned and + outequipped. It is "good old Klingon guile" in Riker's opinion that saves + both the Enterprise and the Hathaway from the Ferengi. (Peak Performance) +Gulliver's Travels : Riker compares the Atlek/Streleb situation to this popu- + lar fable. (The Outrageous Okona) +Honor : The Klingon system is shaped around Honor. Klag's father will die + without honor because he was captured, while the Pagh's tactics officer's + father died with honor because he died in battle. Riker removes Kargan's + honor when he is captured during the Pagh's battle. (Matter of Honor) The + Oath of marriage is more than a point of honor for Worf. (The Emissary) +Horses : In addition to earth horses are Andorian sivalthu and Klingon sarks. + The Arabs believed Allah gathered the south wind and made the horse, a legend + that Deanna believes has come true in the holodeck. Picard likes horses for + the romance; he notes that fine warhorses would sleep in a Bedouin's tent, + carry him into battle, feed his children with her milk -- a bond created by + mutual need for companionship, not a pet. Picard rides a horse in the holo- + deck with an English tack. There is an old horsetrainer's adage: "too much + weight on a young back will break it under pressure," very much analogous to + Wesley's first command. (Pen Pals) +Hot Chocolate : Sonya Gomez spills it on Picard. (Q Who) +"The Hotel Royale" : A novel written by Todd Matthews in the early 21st centu- + ry, it was about patrons of a Las Vegas hotel caught in a web of crime and + intrigue, with a bell boy fighting a gambler for the affection of a woman + named Rita and a man helping a woman kill her husband. It began, "It was a + dark and stormy night...." The Hotel Royale was manifested on a methane + plain on Theta Eight in an atmosphere bubble and trapped Riker, Worf and + Data inside. It was actually created by a group of aliens who wanted to + give Col. Stephen Richey something familiar to live his life in. The "game" + is solved when Riker discovers the answer: he buys the hotel. (The Royale) +House of Hanover : An earth royal line, all of whose members had hemophilia. + Riva's line, who are all deaf-mutes, is similar. (Loud as a Whisper) +Humor : A human trait that Data cannot understand. Both the Comic and Guinan + attempt to help Data comprehend; the Comic tells him that Tip O'Neill in a + dress, words that end in "k", a briefcase that looks like a fish, etc., are + funny yet Data does not understand. Eventually, Data realizes that humor is + not, as Guinan puts it, the end-all, be-all of human existence. (Okona) +Humor : Worf says that some use it as a shield; they talk much, but say little. + (The Emissary) +Hydrogen Collectors : The big red areas on the front of each of the Enterprise + warp engines, they can also project hydrogen. Riker uses this to bluff his + way through the Pakled incident. (Samaritan Snare) +Icobar : Language belonging to the Iconian family. (Contagion) +Iconians : The long-dead people of Iconia, now 200,000 years extinct. The + Iconians were known as "demons of air and darkness" and traveled by way of a + gateway which allowed instantaneous transport. They left their mark on at + least three planets and were known as conquerors, though Picard believes the + assumption to be incorrect. Captain Varley appropriates an Iconian relic on + Deneus Three and deduces the location of the planet from it. (Contagion) +Ilium 629 : Isotope produced from dilithium. (Pen Pals) +Imzadi : A Betazoid term meaning "my beloved". (Shades of Gray) +Jarada : Riker comments that the Pakleds are not like them. (Samaritan Snare) +Jewel of Thesia : Prized jewel of the planet Streleb, in the Coalition of Me- + dina, it is thought to have been stolen by Captain Okona. In actuality, it + was taken by Benzan, son of Streleb leader Kushell, to present to Atlek girl + Yanar as a wedding gift. (The Outrageous Okona) +Judge Advocate General's (JAG) Office : The branch of Starfleet responsible + for making and enforcing law. The JAG Officers in Sector 23 are Captain Phi- + lipa Louvois and one terrified ensign. (The Measure of a Man) +Klingons : Now allies of the Federation. Q says they are nothing compared to + other galactic dangers. They never bluff, says Worf, though this is proved + wrong when Worf bluffs K'Temoc into believing he is in command. They also + never faint. +Klingon Age of Ascension : A ritual of great significance, representing the + rite of a Klingon's spiritual attainment. It is a day spent with one's fel- + low Klingons. Two rows of Klingons stand and deliver pain sticks to the one + undergoing the ceremony, while that Klingon utters his most profound feelings + while under duress; it is a test of courage. Worf's 10th anniversary is + handled in the holodeck by Wesley, Data, Geordi, Pulaski and O'Brien, and he + succeeds admirably. (The Icarus Factor) +Klingon Calisthenics Program : A battle simulation in the holodeck; level one + is enough for K'Ehleyr, but level two is far more dangerous, and Riker and + Worf tackled a level far above this. (Where Silence Has Lease, The Emissary) +Klingon Courting Rituals : Women roar at their men and throw things, while men + read love poetry, according to Worf. (The Dauphin) +Klingon Delicacies : Such foods as Pippius Claw, Heart of Targ, Breget Lung, + Rokeg Blood Pie and, of course, Gakh. (A Matter of Honor) +Klingon Language: Exotic; spoken by Flaherty. (The Icarus Factor) +Klingon Legend : There is a legend that speaks of a black space creature that + swallows worlds. Obviously Worf's belief in this is reinforced by the ap- + pearance of Nagilum's void. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Klingon Love Poetry : It 'does not translate well', says Worf. It is during + the tea that it reaches its 'fullest flower'. (Up the Long Ladder) +Klingon Pain Sticks : Used in the Age of Ascension ceremony, long rods that + emit pain. O'Brien once saw one used against a two-tongued Repteen Malopod, + which died of excessive cephallic pressures; his head exploded. (Icarus) +Klingon Sark : -see- Horses. +Klingon Tea Ceremony : The Klingon tea is deadly to humans and not good for the + Klingons; it is a test of bravery, of looking death in the eye, and Pulaski + knows all about it. In the tea, love poetry achieves 'fullest flower', and + Pulaski shares it with Worf. (Up the Long Ladder) +Knitter : A medical device aiding bone reconstruction. (Contagion) +Kuma Maneuver : Used by the Enterprise, a recognizable ploy. (Peak Performance) +Lairons : -see- Malkis Nine (in Location Guide) +"Linear Models of Viral Propagation" : The definitive work on the subject, + written by Dr. Katherine Pulaski. (Unnatural Selection) +Medical Terminology : Enterprise and other medical facilities employ sterile + fields, neutral calibers, tissue medicators. Doctors comment on myocardial + enzyme balance, thoractic polychromatics and metabulation occlusions when + operating on Captain Picard at Starbase 515. (Samaritan Snare) Tripophane + lycene distillate is a therapy for Nazreldine flu virus. (The Icarus Factor) +Memory Erasure : Memory is stored chemically; Pulaski discerns the age of each + chemical link to selectively erase Sarjenka's memory. (Pen Pals) +Microbes : Parasitic life forms that attach themselves to Riker's nerves when + he is infected on Surata Four. They first affect his great psiatic nerve + and then move toward the cerebral cortex, weakening his autonomic nerve sys- + tem. They thrive on passion, but are slowed by feelings of despair and are + destroyed by primal emotions. (Shades of Gray) +Microbiotic Bacteria : A new life form that feeds on the minerals in a ship's + hull, it nearly destroys the Pagh and the Enterprise. The bacteria itself + is destroyed by a tunneling neutrino beam. (A Matter of Honor) +Module L-73 : The module in the containment unit carrying the plasma plague + that is affected by Eichner radiation. It contains a mutated strain deve- + loped by Dr. Susan Noress during an outbreak of plasma plague 70 years be- + fore in the Obie System. It was number nine in a series of 58 tests. The + strain begins to grow after the radiation affects it. (The Child) +Moebius Loop : A time loop that Worf describes, a twist in the fabric of space + and time. (Time Squared) +Molecular Cybernetics : A specialty of Dr. Ira Graves and Dr. Noonian Sung, it + is a new engineering concept. (The Schizoid Man) +Neutral Zone : The buffer region of space between the Federation and the Romu- + lan Empire. The lost planet Iconia lies here. (Contagion) +Norsicans : A trio of these thugs jumped Picard when he was an Academy cadet, + and nearly killed him, piercing his heart. (Samaritan Snare) +Oath, the : The Klingon ritual of mating and marriage; Worf succumbs to it but + K'Ehleyr refuses it. (The Emissary) +Officer Exchange Program : A Starfleet program that brings Ensign Mendon to + the Enterprise and Riker to the Pagh. (A Matter of Honor) +Opti-cable : Fibre-optic cabling; Worf pulls it off the ceiling for Nagel for + use in the Hathaway's control panels. (Peak Performance) +Owan Eggs : Pulaski and Geordi don't think they taste very good when Riker + cooks them for the two; Worf thinks them delicious. (Time Squared) +Pakleds : A race of relatively benign humanoids with poor language skills. One + Pakled captain seizes Geordi LaForge who is assisting them in the repairs of + their ship. The Enterprise discovers that the Pakleds are not as docile as + they have let on. They have a replicator and want to tap the Enterprise's + computers. They steal from the Romulans, Klingons, Jarada. (Samaritan Snare) +Parrot's Claw Case : A case Dixon Hill and Rex were involved in. (Manhunt) +Parsteel : A rod that Data bends in court is made of this, which has a tensile + strength of 40 kilobars. (The Measure of a Man) +'The Phase' : The Betazoid menopause, in which a female's sex drive quadruples. + While on the Enterprise, Lwaxana is undergoing this. (Manhunt) +Phaser Range : A holodeck creation where Enterprise officers can go for target + practice. Riker and Picard end up there. (A Matter of Honor) +Pinocchio : The fairy tale that Riker likes to use to refer to Data. (Measure) +Plasma Plague : Various strains developed over the years that are stored at + medical facilities on 'aucdet nine to aid in development of antidotes. Such + a remedy was needed to cure a plague on Rachelis. (The Child) +Poker : Played twice in a game room on the Enterprise; in both situations Seven + Card Stud is played. Data misterns folding as 'bending', while Worf doesn't + comprehend the system of betting used. (The Measure of a Man, The Emissary) +Positronic Brain : The Asimovian theory of artificial intelligence. Data won- + ders if Maddox has corrected the problem of electron resistance across neu- + ral filaments, evidentally a problem in recreating this. (Measure of a Man) +Poteen : Brewed Earth liquor that Bringloidi men like. (Up the Long Ladder) +Prime Directive : Federation adage put to the test when Data violates the rule + of non-interference by contacting Sarjenka of Drema Four. It is ultimately + negated when Picard discerns that Sarjenka's call is actually a plea for as- + sistance. (Pen Pals) +Probe, Enterprise : Two are sent into the Void; none return. The second was a + Class One with full sensor array. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Probe, Iconian : Blue orb launched from Iconia that unwittingly transmits the + computer virus. It is controlled from a computer center on the planet. The + code for launch is blue-amber-amber-red; the code for overriding the launch + bay doors is blue-blue-blue. (Contagion) +Project, Wesley's : Wesley's grade in plasma physics is dependant on a project + that he uses the ruse of beaming over to stop to really return it to the Ha- + thaway. It gives Geordi the needed amount of antimatter. (Peak Performance) +Psychotronic Stability Examination : A Starfleet test that Troi puts Data + through when Picard first suspects that something is wrong following his + trip to Graves' World. (The Schizoid Man) +Rapakh Unguhr : Klingon childhood ailment, similar to measles, the solution to + which is a ritual involving fasting. (Up the Long Ladder) +Replicative Fading : Symptom of cloning where subtle errors creep into the + chromosomes and eventually produce a non-viable clone. (Up the Long Ladder) +Replicator : A device to create virtually anything via transporters; the Pak- + leds have one, so Geordi learns. (Samaritan Snare) +Replicator : Medical instrument; Pulaski tells Geordi she'll be able to use + this to reconstruct his optic nerve. Geordi declines. (Loud as a Whisper) +Repteen Malopod, Two-Tongued : O'Brien once saw a pain stick used against this; + its head exploded due to excessive cephallic pressures. (The Icarus Factor) +Resonator : A device to emit harmonics to shatter the lattices of dilithium + under the surface of Drema Four. It is a modified Class 1 probe put into a + torpedo casing to burrow into the planet. (Pen Pals) +Restraints : Electronic beams used to restrain sickbay patients. (Time Squared) +Room Service : Calls Worf on the Hotel Royale telephone. (The Royale) +Romulan Empire : Sworn enemies of the Federation. Q says they are nothing + compared to other galactic dangers. Riker comments that Pakleds aren't like + them as well, though he on other occasions puts them in the same breath as + the Ferengi and the Jarada. +Romulan Language : Exotic; spoken by Flaherty. (The Icarus Factor) +Rosetta Stone : A historical earth relic; Varley compared the Iconian relic he + found on Deneus Three with it due to his successful location of that lost + planet. (Contagion) +Secondary Tractor Beam : Smaller version of the ship's main beam, located in- + side each shuttle bay. (Time Squared) +Sentience : Maddox argues that there are three guidelines to sentience -- in- + telligence, self-awareness and consciousness. Picard manages to prove that + Data possesses both of the first two. (The Measure of a Man) +Seven-Card Hi-Lo : Kate Pulaski is obviously good at this. (Measure of a Man) +Sherlock Holmes Stories : Among the representations in the holodeck were the + Emerald Tie Pin (presented by Queen Victoria after he solved the theft of + the Bruce Pardington plans), Whitaker's Almanac (provided the key to the + secret code in the Valley of Fear), the snuff box of Wilhelm Gotsliegh Sig- + ismund von Olmstein, the Holmes Violin (purchased at a pawn shop at Totnam + Court Road for 55 schillings), Mr. Javez Wilson (an employee of the Red- + Headed League, duke of a gang of criminals, who was nearly killed by a poi- + soned snake hanging from a bell) and Reichenbach Falls, where Holmes could + only defeat Moriarty at the cost of his own life. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Shuttle Bay Two : One of the ship's primary shuttle staging areas. It is here + that the Repulse shuttle leaves Dr. Pulaski; also, the El-Baz ends up here + when picked up by tractor beams. (The Child, Time Squared) +Sign Language : Ancient method of communication. Data learns five forms, one + being "designation M-9", to deal with Riva. (Loud as a Whisper) +Slingshot Effect : A method of time travel practiced by former Enterprises, + Picard considers this to be the answer to the problem of the El-Baz and the + double Picard-2. (Time Squared) +Solari : The inhabitants of Soleis Five, caught up in a war that has lasted 15 + centuries. Both factions call for Riva, the great mediator, who eventually + vows to help them when his Chorus is killed by teaching both sign language; + in learning to talk to him, they'll communicate with each other. (Whisper) +Spinning Wheels : An earth invention that fascinates Data. (Up the Long Ladder) +Splint : An antiquated earth device that Pulaski recommends when the knitters + fail in sickbay. (Contagion) +Starfleet Academy : A branch of the Academy is located on Starbase Scylla 515. + Is very competitive, trainees need supplemental systems training and situa- + tional disciplines, among others. (Samaritan Snare) +Starfleet Medical : Department of medicine in the interstellar armed forces. + Dr. Beverly Crusher is now head. (The Child) +Stargazer Courtmartial : The legal hearing following the destruction of the + USS Stargazer, Picard's former command, presided over by Philipa Louvois. + It was due to this that she was forced out of Starfleet. (Measure of a Man) +Strategema : A game played on a holographic board in three juxtaposed squares + and using ten controls per person attached to each fingertip. Kolrami is a + third level grand master at this game and Riker challenges him - and loses + quickly. To deflate his ego, Pulaski makes Data challenge him but Data loses + the first game. Eventually, Data realizes his shortcoming and challenges + Kolrami to a rematch, learning the point of the entire Battle Simulation in + the process: he "busts him up" by playing to stay even, not win like Kol- + rami...arguing for the theory of the "balance of power". (Peak Performance) +Stroierian : An exotic language spoken by Flaherty. (The Icarus Factor) +Styrolite : A material made to encase people in suspended animation for fear of + contamination. Pulaski transports David to the shuttlecraft in such a ca- + sing. (Unnatural Selection) +Synthehol : The Ferengi substitute for alcohol; Danilo O'Dell does not like it + and prefers real drinks like whiskey. (Up the Long Ladder) +Targ : A Klingon pet. (The Schizoid Man) +Tea : Earth drink; it is when a flower is produced instead of tea in the ship + fabricators that Picard suspects something is amiss. Picard orders it "tea, + Earl Grey, hot". (Contagion, Pen Pals) +Ten-Forward : A new facility on board the Enterprise, located in Forward Sec- + tion One on Deck 10. It is a bar / lounge for officers and crew and is + run by Guinan. Drinks made of synthenol are served here as well as food; + such things offered here are Maruvian Tea, Dovlarian Soufle and Promethian + Nectar, plus Thalian chocolate mousse. It is low lit and has huge windows + to space. +Thalian Chocolate Mousse : A product of Thalos Seven, the cacao beans are aged + for 400 years. (The Dauphin) +Thelusian Flu : An otherwise mild flu that, when mixed with the antibodies of + the Darwin children, produces an aging syndrome that attacks the Darwin + researchers and Dr. Pulaski. (Unnatural Selection) +Tholians : An elusive race first contacted by the Enterprise under Captain + Kirk; Kyle was at a starbase advising Starfleet in their conflict with the + Tholians when it was attacked and he was the only survivor. (Icarus Factor) + Riker once challenged a Tholian vessel by hiding in its blind spot in a bat- + tle simulation. (Peak Performance) +Thorn : Like a Janus thorn, a part of a predatory vine that infects Riker on + Surata Four. The vine's structure is reminiscent of a biological form called + risomothis. (Shades of Gray) +Tin Man : From "The Wizard of Oz"; Graves compares Data to him, in the refe- + rence of the man who wanted to be human "if he only had a heart". (Schizoid) +Toaster : Philipa Louvois compares this antiquated machine to Data, whom she + also considers a piece of technology. (The Measure of a Man) +Tolupian Maneuver : Used by Riker on the Hathaway to counter the Kuma maneu- + ver. (Peak Performance) +Touch & Go Downwarping : The process of exiting warpspace momentarily to trans- + port persons or cargo and then reentering warp seconds later. (Schizoid Man) +Traecher Deposits : Indicative of dilithium with strong ultraviolet absorp- + tions. Wesley orders an icospectrogram for more information. (Pen Pals) +Tricilite : The points on Okona's drive systems are revamped by Geordi with + this material. (The Outrageous Okona) +Tricordrazine : Drug that is used by Pulaski to slow the progress of the mi- + crobes that infect Riker. Her order is for 5 milligrams. (Shades of Gray) +Tritanium : Material that the USS Enterprise is constructed of. (Where Si- + lence Has Lease, A Matter of Honor) +Tunneling Neutrino Beam : Destroys the microbiotic bacteria. (Matter of Honor) +Two Pence : Picard picks them up for luck. (Elementary, Dear Data) +Ulans : People of Marajeritus Six, they use two large stones struck together + and guests must continue to eat until the stones break. (Manhunt) +Ultretium : An explosive that lines the Antedians' robes for the destruction of + the Pacifica conference. (Manhunt) +Van Doran's Technique : Cardiac replacement technique, perfected to only a 2.4 + percent mortality rate. (Samaritan Snare) +Variable Phase Inverter : A device for altering energy polarity, it is used by + Geordi to activate the El-Baz. A 2% negative power emanation, the reverse + of norm, allows the shuttle to power up. (Time Squared) +Venturi Chamber : On the Mondor, power needs to be rerouted through it to chan- + nel it to the main engines. (Samaritan Snare) +Vermicula : Antedian food, vaguely resembling fish. (Manhunt) +Victory Model : As mentioned in the USS Victory entry, Geordi created a model + of the old sailing ship. Picard commented that it was "Ship Shape and + Bristol-Fashioned". (Elementary, Dear Data) +Violence : Troi notes that there are some traits still inherent to gender, such + as the violence between Will Riker and Kyle. (The Icarus Factor) +Void : A region of space used by the alien Nagilum as a laboratory to study + the crew of the Enterprise. It is fully enclosed dimensionally; the Enter- + prise travels through it and always ends up back where it started. Two + probes launched into it never returned. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Wormhole Phenomenon : A strange fact of outer space travel; the Void doesn't + resemble this. (Where Silence Has Lease) +Zakdorns : A race that has for nine millenia been regarded as having the grea- + test strategic minds in the galaxy. They have good reputations and are self- + assured; Sirna Kolrami is one. They need little rest. (Peak Performance) +Zeledium : Okona's drive is constructed with this metal; Geordi replaces the + points with tricilite. (The Outrageous Okona) +24th Level of Awareness : Ruse used by Riker to inform Geordi he had 24 seconds + before the 'crimson force field' will operate. (Samaritan Snare) + + +----WRITERS GUIDE-------------------------------------------------------------- +("Story" and "Teleplay" are self-indicative, while "Writer" is descriptive of + the writer performing both jobs.) + +Amos, Gregory : Story, "A Matter of Honor" (with Amos and Armus) +Armus, Burton (Producer) : Writer, "A Matter of Honor" (story with Amos and + Haight); Teleplay, "The Outrageous Okona" +Assael, David : Writer, "The Icarus Factor" (teleplay with McCullough) +Beimler, Hans (Story Editor) : Story, "The Schizoid Man" (with Manning); Tele- + vision Story and Teleplay, "The Emissary" (with Manning); Teleplay, "Shades + of Gray" (with Manning and Hurley) +Bensmiller, Kurt Michael : Story, "Time Squared" +Calder, Thomas H. : Original Unpublished Story, "The Emissary" +Devereaux, Terry : Writer, "Manhunt" +Dickson, Lance : Story, "The Outrageous Okona" (with Landsburg and Menchen) +Gerber, Steve : Writer, "Contagion" (with Woods) +Gray, Mike (Producer) : Writer, "Unnatural Selection" (with Mason) +Haight, Wanda M. : Story, "A Matter of Honor" (with Amos and Armus) +Hurley, Maurice (Co-Executive Producer) : Writer, "The Child" (with Povill and + Summers), "Q Who," "Shades of Grey" (teleplay with Beimler and Manning); Te- + leplay, "Time Squared" +Kemper, David : Writer, "Peak Performance" +Landsburg, David : Story, "The Outrageous Okona" (with Dickson and Menchen) +Lane, Brian Alan : Writer, "Elementary, Dear Data" +Manning, Richard (Story Editor) : Story, "The Schizoid Man" (with Beimler); + Television Story and Teleplay, "The Emissary" (with Beimler); Teleplay, + "Shades of Gray" (with Beimler and Hurley) +Mason, John (Producer) : Writer, "Unnatural Selection" (with Gray) +McCullough, Robert L. (Producer) : Writer, "Samaritan Snare"; Teleplay, "The + Icarus Factor" (with Assael) +Menchen, Les : Story, "The Outrageous Okona" (with Dickson and Landsburg) +Mills, Keith : Writer, "The Royale" +Mlodinow, Leonard (Story Editor) : Writer, "The Dauphin" (with Rubenstein) +Povill, Jason : Writer, "The Child" (with Hurley and Summers) +Rubenstein, Scott (Story Editor) : Writer, "The Dauphin" (with Mlodinow) +Shearer, Hannah Louise : Story, "Pen Pals" +Snodgrass, Melinda M. (Executive Script Consultant) : Writer, "The Measure of + a Man," "Up the Long Ladder"; Teleplay, "Pen Pals" +Sowards, Jack B. : Writer, "Where Silence Has Lease" +Summers, Jaron : Writer, "The Child" (with Hurley and Povill) +Torme, Tracy (Creative Consultant) : Teleplay, "The Schizoid Man" +Woods, Beth (Consultant) : Writer, "Contagion" (with Gerber) +Zambrano, Jacqueline : Writer, "Loud as a Whisper" + + +----DIRECTORS GUIDE------------------------------------------------------------ +Becker, Robert : "The Outrageous Okona" +Bole, Cliff : "The Royale," "The Emissary" +Bowman, Rob : "The Child," "Elementary, Dear Data," "A Matter of Honor," "The + Dauphin," "Q Who," "Manhunt," "Shades of Gray" +Iscove, Robert : "The Icarus Factor" +Kolbe, Winrich : "Where Silence Has Lease," "Pen Pals," "Up the Long Ladder" +Landau, Les : "The Schizoid Man," "Samaritan Snare" +Lynch, Paul : "Unnatural Selection" +Scanlan, Joseph L. : "Contagion," "Time Squared" +Scheerer, Robert : "The Measure of a Man," "Peak Performance" +Shaw, Larry : "Loud as a Whisper" + + +----MUSIC INDEX---------------------------------------------------------------- +Courage, Alexander : Original Theme Music +Goldsmith, Jerry : Original Theme Music +Jones, Ron : Incidental Music, "Where Silence Has Lease," "The Outrageous + Okona," "Loud as a Whisper," "A Matter of Honor," "The Dauphin," "The + Royale," "The Icarus Factor," "Q Who," "Up the Long Ladder," "The Emissary," + "Shades of Gray" +McCarthy, Dennis : Incidental Music, "The Child," "Elementary, Dear Data," + "The Schizoid Man," "Unnatural Selection," "The Measure of a Man," "Conta- + gion," "Time Squared," "Pen Pals," "Samaritan Snare," "Manhunt," "Peak Per- + formance" + + +X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X + + Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) + + & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 + Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 + Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 + realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 + Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 + + Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, + arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, + insane speculation, and wild rumours. 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Usage copyright granted to Pocket Books, a division of + Simon & Schuster, New York, NY 10020, for contractual reference work. +=============================================================================== + +==== STARDATE CHRONOLOGY / EPISODE INDEX ====================================== +Concerning the two numbers following the title, the first is the episode num- +ber as aired, the second the Paramount Code in the order it was filmed. The +two-letter code following that is for Index reference. + +43125.8 : Evolution (49,150) EVO +43152.4 : The Survivors (51,151) SUR +43173.5 : Who Watches the Watchers? (52,152) WHO +43198.7 : The Bonding (53,153) BON +43205.6 : Booby Trap (54,154) BTR +43349.2 : The Enemy (55,155) ENE +43385.6 : The Price (56,156) PRI +43421.9 : The Vengeance Factor (57,157) VFA +43462.5 : The Defector (58,158) DEF +43489.2 : The Hunted (59,159) HUN +43510.7 : The High Ground (60,160) HGR +43539.1 : Deja Q (61,161) DEQ +43610.4 : A Matter of Perspective (62,162) MPR +43625.2 : Yesterday's Enterprise (63,163) YES * +43657.0 : The Offspring (64,164) OFF +43685.2 : Sins of the Father (65,165) SIN +43714.1 : Allegiance (66,166) ALL +43745.2 : Captain's Holiday (67,167) CAP +43779.3 : Tin Man (68,168) TIN +43807.4 : Hollow Pursuits (69,169) HOL +43872.2 : The Most Toys (70,170) TOY +43917.4 : Sarek (71,171) SAR +43930.7 : Menage A Troi (72,172) MEN +43957.2 : Transfigurations (73,173) TRA +43989.1 : The Best of Both Worlds (74,174) BBW +None : The Ensigns of Command (50,149) ENS + +* The stardate given in "Yesterday's Enterprise" is from a Military Log in the + alternate timeline. + +==== PLANET AND LOCATION INDEX ================================================ +Acamar Three : Homeworld of the Acamarians, ruled by Sovereign Marouk. Picard + comes here to enlist Marouk's help in reuniting her people with the nomadic + Gatherers. (VFA) +Achrady Seven : Lwaxana Troi is returning home from a conference here, says + Troi, and will visit the Enterprise when it arrives at Starbase 12. This + convinces Picard to take a vacation to avoid her. (CAP) +Alpha Cygnus Nine : Location of a treaty negotiation, part of Sarek's historic + career. (SAR) +Alpha Leonis : Enterprise is to take on medical supplies bound for here after + the Gatherer treaty is sealed. (VFA) +Angosia : A planet eager for Federation membership, ruled by Prime Minister + Nayrok. Originally involved in the Tarsian War, its people have recovered + very rapidly. According to Prime Minister Nayrok, the Angosians have dedi- + cated themselves to developing the mind and cultivating the intellect for + centuries...but then, they imprison their veterans. When the veterans try + to take over, Picard offers the Angosians aid....if the government lasts + the night. (HUN) +Archer Four : Riker notes in the alternate timeline that the Klingons shouldn't + be so confident after the pasting they gave them here. Later, after the + timeline is restored, this is the destination Picard orders the Enterprise to + be set toward. (YES) +Asteroid Belt : An obstacle en route to Chorgon's ship. Wesley manages to + create a route that avoids it completely. (VFA) +Astral-Five Annex : Presumably a Federation terminal; Picard has Data inform + the Annex that the Promellian battlecruiser Cleponji should be catalogued + for retrieval to here. (BTR) +Barzan II : Owners of the Barzan Wormhole. A hostile planet environmentally + to all races but its occupants, it has been dependent on other worlds until + now; it hopes that the Wormhole will become its first real natural resource + and bring a "new era of prosperity". (PRI) +Beth Delta One : Stubbs, with his bloated ego, says that once his experiment is + over, he will show Troi New Manhattan on Beth Delta One as she has never seen + it and they will laugh over glasses of champagne. (EVO) +Beta Agni Two : Site of a tricyanate water contamination, the only treatment + against which is hytritium. In actuality, the site was poisoned by Kivas + Fajo in order to get the Enterprise to rendezvous with him, so he can kidnap + Data. There has been no significant geological activity here since the Fe- + deration colony settled, leading the Enterprise crew to determine that the + tricyanate water contamination was not natural. (TOY) +Beta Stromgren : A star in the final stages of an alternating cycle of expan- + sion and collapse, which will result in a supernova. Tin Man is discovered + orbiting it. It is 23 parsecs beyond the Federation's furthest manned + explorations, and claimed by the Romulans. (TIN) +Betazed : Homeworld of the Betazoids. Deanna is from here; Lwaxana Troi is one + of its ambassadors. Tam Elbrun was there when Deanna Troi was studying + psychology at a Betazoid university. (TIN) Riker came here once, a young + lieutenant who fell for Deanna, a serious psychology student. (MEN) +Bre'el Four : A planet threatened by the falling of its asteroidal moon (com- + posed of a ferrous crystalline structure) on its Western Continent, an area + 800 km in radius - which will begin a new Ice Age. The fall is largely due + to a black hole outside the system. When the Enterprise begins investigating + it is 29 hours from destruction. Q's intervention saves the planet. (DEQ) +Browder Four : The Enterprise departs Cor Caroli Five to rendezvous with the + USS Hood here, to aid in terraforming efforts. It is detained by the false + Picard's sojourn to the Lonka pulsar. (ALL) +Chalna : Homeworld of Esoqq and the Chalnoth people, a race of warriors. + Picard visited here 12 years before while commanding the Stargazer. (ALL) +Chandra Five : Tam Elbrun went there, the only Federation delegate assigned + there. Home of the Chandrans. (TIN) +Chaya Seven : Leah Brahms attended the famous caucuses here. (BTR) +Cor Caroli Five : The Enterprise eradicates the phyrox plague here and departs + to rendezvous with the USS Hood. The incident is used by Picard to test + Mitena Haro, who is actually an alien spy. (ALL) +Coridan : Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan negotiated the treaty of this planet's + admission into the Federation. (SAR; subject of original series episode + "Journey to Babel") +Daystrom Annex : An annex of the Daystrom Institute of Technology is located on + Galor Four. (OFF) +de Laure Belt : Location of Tau Cygna V. The area is overwhelmed by hyperonic + radiation. (ENS) +Delta Quadrant : The Enterprise shuttle and the Ferengi pod end up here, 200 + light years away in sector 3556. (PRI) +Delta Rana System : Location of the planet Rana IV. (SUR) +Deltived Asteroid Belt : Q2 misplaced it sometime in the past, something that + Q notes with irony. (DEQ) +Denkiri Arm : A section of Gamma Quadrant where a Barzan probe ended up. (PRI) +Earth : Final target of the Borg, located in Section 001. The Borg ship sets + course for here. (BBW) +Emila Two : The Enterprise sets off for here after the incident in the Tanugan + system. (MPR) +Galor Four : Location of a Starfleet research center, as well as an annex of + the Daystrom Institute. Haftel is from here, and wishes to return here with + Lal. (OFF) +Galorndon Core : A Federation world where a Romulan scout vessel containing + two crewman crash lands. The hellish environment is full of charged-particle + precipitation, making Geordi's VISOR go bad, communicators dysfunctional + and tricorder readings only valid within five meters. (ENE) Admiral Jarok + referred to it when noting how lucky he is Beverly has some experience with + Romulan medicine. (DEF) +Gamma Erandi Nebula : Fifteen hours from here the Enterprise is immersed in + subspace static. When it emerges after a mapping mission, Grax informs them + that Riker, Deanna and Lwaxana have been kidnapped. (MEN) +Gamma Hromi II : Location of the Gatherer encampment led by Brull. Data first + detects life readings, radiation and carbon dioxide combustion; an away team + led by Riker takes the colony, allowing Picard and Marouk to discuss the + peace agreement with Brull. (VFA) +Gamma Quadrant : A vast expanse of space distant from the Federation that the + Barzan Wormhole reaches. (PRI) +Gemaris Five : Home of the Gemarians; Picard mediated a dispute here. (CAP) +Ghorusda : Site of the Ghorusda Disaster. They have values so complex and so + different that the Federation sent a specialist - Tam Elbrun - to deal with + them. (TIN) +Giles Belt : Wesley says that the Jovis could have made it to here. (TOY) +Hayashi System : The Enterprise is preparing detailed atmospheric charts of + this when it is called to take Tam Elbrun to Beta Stromgren. (TIN) +Hromi Cluster : Location of Gamma Hromi II and the Gatherer camp. There are + several charted but not explored Class M planets in the area. (VFA) +Hurkos Three : Where Ral relocated at age 19 to, a non-aligned planet. (PRI) +Icor Nine : Site of a symposium on Rogue Star Clusters at its Astrophysics + Center. Beverly suggests he take his vacation elsewhere. (CAP) +Iraatan Five : Where Kivas Fajo was educated. (TOY) +Jouret Four : Location of the New Providence Colony, one of the Federation's + outermost colonies, which sends a distress signal shortly before the colony + is leveled by the Borg. The colony is silent for twelve hours before the + Enterprise arrives here. There were 900 inhabitants of the colony. (BBW) +Kavis Alpha Four : Selected, with Stubbs' help, as the site of the new nanite + colony, once they are removed from the Enterprise. (EVO) +Kavis Alpha Sector : The Enterprise journeys here for scientific reasons; Dr. + Stubbs will attempt to study the decay of neutronium expelled at relativis- + tic speeds by a massive stellar explosion. The event, caused by the neu- + tron star sucking up the material from the red giant and then exploding, + happens once every 196 years. (EVO) +Khitomer : -see- Khitomer Massacre (in Subject Guide) +Klingon Homeworld : Located in the Klingon system, a dark, shrouded planet + with a very militaristic atmosphere. (SIN) +Koinonia : Original homeworld of two races, the corporeal Koinonians and energy + based aliens, that shared the planet. The Koinonians destroyed themselves + in a massive war, leaving the energy creatures on the planet alone. Marla + is killed in the third tunnel when the Away team was moving into the ceremo- + nial tunnel; nobody detected any traps. (BON) +Lappa IV : The pericules that Tog offers to Lwaxana are native to this planet, + a Ferengi world. (MEN) +Legara Four : Home world of the Legarans, where Ambassador Sarek comes aboard + the Enterprise in order to negotiate a treaty. (SAR) +Lonka Pulsar : Located in the Lonka cluster, the False Picard brings the Enter- + prise here to the near brink of disaster in order to test the resolve of its + crew and the limits of their allegiance to Picard. It is a rotating neutron + star of approx. 4.356 solar masses. (ALL) +Lunar Five : Satellite of Angosia, it is a penal colony that Roga Danar escapes + from. A maximum security facility. (HUN) +Lya Three : Admiral Haden transmits orders to Picard from here; the transmis- + sion delay is two hours, twenty-two minutes. (DEF) The Enterprise heads + to the Starbase here after its stay at Angosia - Picard calls it Lyra but it + is Lya in the script. (HUN) +Lya Four : Fajo spent almost half a day in orbit around this planet after kid- + napping Data. (TOY) +Mintaka Three : A planet populated by proto-Vulcan inhabitants, where a three- + man Federation Anthropological Field Team has been studying. When the sta- + tion's reactor explodes, the Enterprise must aid them. (WHO) Picard's self- + sacrifice to the primitive culture here is referenced by the spectre of + Mitena Haro. (ALL) +Mizar Two : Homeworld of the Mizarians; Kova Tholl is from here. In the last + 300 years of Mizarian history, the planet has been conquered 6 times. (ALL) +Nahmi Four : The Enterprise is en route here with tissue samples donated by + the Mikulaks that may help solve this planet's outbreak of Correllium Fever, + when the ship suffers massive breakdowns. (HOL) +Narendra Three : A Klingon outpost that, in the alternate timeline, suffered + an unfortunate catastrophe that was subsequently blamed on the Federation, + and brought about 22 years of interstellar war. Actually, the Enterprise-C + responded to a distress signal from here, and attempted to defend it against + an attacking Romulan force, but fell through the temporal rift. (YES) +Nel Bato System : Wesley says the Jovis may have made it to here. (TOY) +Nelvana Three : A Romulan world where Jarok insists the Romulans are building + a base from which to attack the Federation with a first-strike. In actuality + there is no base here. Jarok says when he first arrives on the Enterprise + that its reactor core will be online in 48 hours. (DEF) +New Manhattan : -see- Beth Delta One +New Providence : -see- Jouret Four +Nigala-IV, Station : The Enterprise's destination following the Bre'el Four + incident. (DEQ) +Norkan Outposts : Location of a massacre at the hands of Admiral Jarok. (DEF) +Ordek Nebula : The Wogneer creatures who live here are referenced by the spec- + tre of Mitena Haro as indication of Picard's good nature. (ALL) +Orelious Nine : A world destroyed in the "final battle" between the Promellians + and the Menthars a millenium ago, by then-primitive weaponry. The Enterprise + is assigned to chart the site and stumbles upon the Cleponji, a lost Promel- + lian battlecruiser. (BTR) +Otar Two : Picard has the Enterprise set course for the Starbase here after the + failure to save Lal. (OFF) +Outer Cometary Cloud : The Enterprise is on patrol here with Commander Kurn + aboard before it sets course for the Klingon Homeworld. Composed of approxi- + mately 2,000 small objects, none in the Enterprise's flight path. (SIN) +Outpost Seran-T-1 : The dilithium crystal chamber was designed here on Star- + date 40052 by Dr. Leah Brahms and some of Starfleet's best engineers. (BTR) +Paulson Nebula : Area of space that the Enterprise ducks into to avoid the + Borg, and has a moment of respite before they are forced to leave. It is + made up on 82 percent dilithium hydroxyls, magnesium and chromium. (BBW) +Proto-Star Cloud : The Enterprise is on a mission to study a proto-star cloud + near Tanuga when it drops Riker and Geordi off there to deliver Apgar's much + needed dicosilium. (MPR) +Rana IV : A colony of eleven thousand decimated by a Husnock attack of all + life....save one. Has three moons, the furthest of which provides cover for + a Husnock vessel at a LaGrange point. The planet sends a distress call in- + tercepted by the Enterprise and then goes emissions quiet. The planet pos- + sessed no interstellar spacecraft. The planet has wonderful tea, which grows + wild, or did before it was decimated. (SUR) +Risa : A resort planet that Captain Picard visits on a vacation. A paradise, + with warm tropical breezes, exotic food, and a sybaritic outlook on life; its + women are "very imaginitive". It is the final resting place of the Tox- + Uthat, a mysterious device from the future planted here by Kal Dano and + discovered by Professor Samuel Estragon. It is located 29 kilometers due + east of Risa's Pleasure Haven resort. Weapons are not permitted here. (CAP) +Romulus : Home planet of the Romulan Empire. Jarok has visited a hundred + worlds, none possessing the awesome beauty of Romulus. He mourns, never to + see the firefalls of Gal'Gathong or the Apnex Sea. Data recreates it on the + holodeck for him, but he is bitter. (DEF) +Rutia Four : A planet that has enjoyed a long trading relationship with the + Federation. The Ansata, an organization fighting for autonomy and self- + determination, have began terrorist attacks against the Rutian police. + When the Enterprise comes here, the Ansata believe it is aiding the Rutians, + so they attack it, kidnap Picard and Beverly and demand that they blockade + the planet and place a trade embargo on Rutia. (HGR) +Sarthong Five : Vash says she is going to explore the ruins here...but Picard + warns her that the Sarthongians deal harshly with trespassers. (CAP) +Science Outpost : Unknown location; it was raided by Gatherers, and the survi- + vors were all hit by heavy stun several times. (VFA) +Sector 396 : Location of the Selimi Asteroid Belt. (OFF) +Sector 9569 : Where the Enterprise meets the Zalkonian ship. (TRA) +Selimi Asteroid Belt : The Enterprise travels here to begin charting this when + Data creates his "child", Lal. (OFF) +Sentinel Minor Four : The USS Lalo's destination before it was attacked by the + Borg. (BBW) +Septimis Minor : Original destination of the SS Artemis, which ended up instead + on Tau Cygna V. (ENS) +Shelius : Location of the home planet of the Sheliak Corporate. It is quite + distant from Tau Cygna V. (ENS) +Sierra Six, Outpost : Identifies the Romulan scout ship heading for the + Federation border. (DEF) +Sigma Erani System : The only source of hytritium other than the Jovis is in + this system, three weeks from the Enterprise's rendezvous point. The Grissom + is currently near the system. (TOY) +Sirrie Four : Where Mark Off-Zel carved the vase that Fajo owns. (TOY) +Starbase 12 : The Enterprise sets course for here after visiting Gemaris Five, + but diverts to Risa to drop off Picard. (CAP) +Starbase 24 : Kahlest was brought here by the USS Intrepid after the Khitomer + Massacre for treatment. (SIN) +Starbase 105 : Picard, in the alternate timeline, informs Riker to get the En- + terprise-C ready to travel in nine hours to here, or they will destroy the + ship. (YES) +Starbase 121 : Geordi recommends that Picard head for here for a complete + systems and bio-decontamination, to rid the Enterprise of invidium. (HOL) +Starbase 123 : It detects two Romulan D'daridex class cruisers en route to Beta + Stromgren. (TIN) +Starbase 133 : The Enterprise makes way for here after leaving Rana IV. (SUR) +Starbase 152 : The Enterprise heads for here for inspection and additional + repairs following its ordeal at Beta Stromgren. (TIN) +Starbase 157 : Where the USS Lalo's distress signal was received. (BBW) +Starbase 343 : The Enterprise travels here after the Gatherer treaty. Picard + offers shore leave to the crew here -- including Riker. (VFA) +Starbase 324 : Admiral Hanson returns here to discuss strategy with Starfleet + Command against the Borg threat. (BBW) +Station Salem One : History may remember Galorndon Core along with this inci- + dent and Pearl Harbor as a preamble for war. (ENE) +System J-25 : Where the Enterprise originally encountered the Borg ("Q Who," + last season), 7000 light years away. The incident on Jouret Four is iden- + tical. (BBW) +Tanuga Four : Location of the Tanuga Research Station. Its people are human, + with slightly varied facial features. Their system holds that a man is guil- + ty until proven innocent. (MPR) +Tanuga Research Station : A Regula-type facility orbiting Tanuga Four, the re- + actor core of which mysteriously explodes when Riker beams to the Enterprise, + leaving Dr. Nel Apgar the only casualty. (MPR) +Tau Cygna V : Located in the Delor Belt, settled accidentally by the crew of + the colony ship Artemis. Large concentrations of hyperonic radiation bombard + it. The planet itself is ceded to the Sheliak Corporate, and it is for rea- + sons of evacuation that Data is sent down, to meet some unwilling natives -- + 15,253 in all. The evacuation will take 4 weeks and 4 days with only the + Enterprise, though a colony ship from Starfleet is enroute. When Data tries + to talk them into leaving, 10 refuse to believe the threat, 22 prefer stay- + ing and fighting, 16 want negotiation and/or passive resistance, and only 8 + were willing to evacuate. (ENS) +Triangulum System : A group of renegade Andorians once hid their vessel here + by dismantling it. (SUR) +Utopia Planitia : The shipyards where the Enterprise was constructed, in orbit + about the planet Mars. Geordi recreates Drafting Room 5 from Stardate 40174 + in holodeck three. (BTR) +Vulcan : Home planet of the Vulcans, and a founding member of the Federation. + The Enterprise comes here to take aboard Ambassador Sarek for his trip to + Legara Four. (SAR) +Wolf-359 : Local star to the Terran system, where Starfleet prepares to make + its stand against the Borg. (BBW) +Xanthras System : The Enterprise departs here for a rendezvous with the USS + Zapata following the retrieval of Riker and the Trois. (MEN) +Zalkon : Homeworld of John Doe. It is located in the Zeta Gelis Cluster, + beyond several pulsars and G-type stars. It is inhabited by the Zalkonians, + a race of fascists. (TRA) +Zeta Alpha Two : The USS Lalo left here for Sentinal Minor Four, but it was + attacked by the Borg. (BBW) +Zeta Gelis Cluster : The Enterprise is charting an unknown star system here + when it comes across John Doe's crashed spaceship. (TRA) +Zibalia : Homeworld of trader Kivas Fajo. He lies to Data, telling him that + he spent his wasted youth on the streets of Zibalia. (TOY) +Zytchin Three : Picard told Beverly he loved the four days he spent here, but + he insists he lied. (CAP) + +==== STARSHIP INDEX =========================================================== +Adelphi, USS : Captained by Darson, who lost his life in the Ghorusda Disaster. + (TIN) +Angosian Transport : Captured by Roga Danar and used to escape Lunar Five. He + separates the vessel and hides over the pole of Angosia to escape. Later, + another transport is used by Wagnor to take Danar back to Lunar Five. (HUN) +Artemis, SS : A colony ship launched 92 years ago to Septimis Minor. Its gui- + dance systems failed and it ended up on Tau Cygna V, whose grandchildren and + great grandchildren populate the planet -- 15,253 in all. (ENS) +Borg Vessels : A spectre of a Borg ship appears on the Enterprise's screen, due + to a computer malfunction caused by the nanites. (EVO) A real one, cube- + shaped, and bearing the same dimensions as the one that attacked the Enter- + prise at System J-25, destroys the USS Lalo and heads for Earth. The Borg + wish to have Captain Picard as their spokesmind. (BBW) +Bradbury, USS : Starfleet ship that Wesley is to join to go to the Academy; he + misses it when he realizes that the signal patterns being received are Algo- + lian Ceremonial Rhythms sent by Riker. (MEN) +Cleponji : A Promellian battlecruiser from a millenium ago, under the command + of Galek Dar. It was trapped by a Menthar booby trap -- Aceton assimilators, + devices that draw power from a vessel and bombard it with radiation. It + was powered by Lang-cycle fusion engines and was found by the Enterprise at + coordinates 211 mark 61, in the debris of the destroyed Orelious Nine. (BTR) +Colony Ship : A vessel from Starfleet with a large concentration of personnel + shuttles. It will arrive within weeks at Tau Cygna to evacuate all life so + that, according to the Treaty of Armens, the Sheliak can settle there. (ENS) +El-Baz : Enterprise shuttlepod five; John tries to commandeer it in order to + escape from the ship. (TRA) +Enterprise-C, USS : The NCC-1701-C, an Ambassador-class starship last seen at + the Klingon outpost Narendra Three 22 years, three months and four days + before, commanded by Captain Rachel Garrett. Its maneuverability is better + than its Romulan counterparts of its time, a fact that becomes necessary in + its ultimate destiny to restore the timelines. The Enterprise was attacked + at Narendra Three by Romulan warships, and was rescued only by misfortune by + falling through the temporal rift into the future. 125 survived the Narendra + battle, out of seven hundred. The Enterprise-C escaped into the future, and + was found by the Enterprise-D. After repairs were completed, and after + Captain Garrett's death, it was led by Lieutenant Castillo and Tasha Yar + back to the Narendra Three battle, where it presumably was destroyed -- but + the act of sacrifice evidentally impressed the Federation's good will onto + the Klingons, who subsequently allied with the Federation and prevented the + war depicted in the alternate timeline. (YES) +Enterprise, USS : NCC-1701-D, the Federation's flagship (SAR). In the altered + timeline she was a battleship; according to Tasha, the first Galaxy Class + warship built, 42 decks, capable of transporting over 6,000 troops. (YES) +Escape Pod : A spacecraft used by John Doe to escape from the Zalkonians, a + small, one-man pod. It is from a larger vessel that was destroyed in orbit + around the planet he crashes on, in the Zeta Gelis cluster. The ship con- + tained four rebel escapees from Zalkon. (TRA) +Ferengi Ships : The Krayton, commanded by Tog (MEN), plus the one that trans- + ported DaiMon Goss to Barzan, though unseen (PRI). +Ferengi Cargo Ship : Geordi comments that Brahms' strategy will explode the + Enterprise like one. (BTR) +Ferengi Pod : Stranded in Delta Quadrant because of the pigheadedness of Kol + and Dr. Arridor. (PRI) +Gatherer Ship : Located within a distant asteroid belt, it is here that Picard + brings Brull and Marouk to meet with Chorgon. (VFA) +Goddard, USS : Ship that Enterprise was to rendezvous with; the meeting is de- + layed. (VFA) +Grissom, USS : Federation ship nearest to the Sigma Erani System, but it is + still three weeks away and unable to help the Enterprise obtain more hytri- + tium. (TOY) +Hood, USS : Excelsior-class Starfleet vessel, commanded by Captain Robert + DeSoto. Riker served aboard this vessel before joining the Enterprise. + The Hood transports Tam Elbrun to the Enterprise. (TIN) Admiral Haden + informs Picard it is en route to the Neutral Zone, but will arrive too late + to help him. (DEF) Enterprise is supposed to rendezvous with her to aid + in terraforming efforts at Browder IV, but is delayed by the false Picard. + (ALL) +Husnock Vessel : A massive ship roughly five times the mass of the Enterprise + and carrying enough armament to pulverize a planet. It fires jacketed + streams of positrons and antiprotons, equivalent firepower of forty mega- + watts. In actuality, the ship doesn't exist; it is a spectre created by + Kevin Uxbridge to warn the Enterprise off Rana IV, which is first docile, + then fierce, and finally open to attack...all clues to Picard. (SUR) +Intrepid, USS : The first ship on the scene after the Khitomer Massacre, whose + crew evidentally found Worf and Kahlest. When Data accesses its logs from + after the massacre, he realizes that they do not synchronise with those of + the Romulan ship recently captured by the Klingons, suggesting that someone + has tampered with the Klingon databases. (SIN) +Jovis : Ship belonging to the Zibalian trader, Kivas Fajo. The Enterprise + rendezvouses with it to pick up a supply of hytritium. Its doors are keyed + to galvanic skin response and DNA patterns. It has a maximum speed of warp + three. (TOY) +Klingon Ships : Three Klingon Birds of Prey materialize to back the Enterprise + up when it is faced with almost certain defeat at the hands of Tomalak at + the Neutral Zone. (DEF) Klingon Birds of Prey also attack the alternate + Enterprise-D in the other timeline, of K'vort class design. (YES) +Krayton : Ferengi vessel captained by Tog. (MEN) +K'vort-Class Battlecruisers : Klingon birds of prey vessels, three of them, + that attack the Enterprise-D. (YES) +Lalo, USS : Federation freighter attacked by the Borg between Zeta Alpha Two + and Sentinel Minor Four. It departed at 1900 hours; a distress signal was + received at Starbase 157 at 2200 hours and 12 minutes. It reported contact + with a cube-shaped alien vessel, and the distress signal ended; she has not + been heard from since. (BBW) +Melbourne, USS : Starship offered to Riker, the third made by Starfleet. (BBW) +Merrimac, USS : Ship that arrives at Legara Four to take Sarek, Perrin and + their party back to Vulcan. (SAR) +Monitor, USS : Starfleet vessel that Admiral Haden informs Picard is en route + to the Neutral Zone, but will arrive too late to help him. (DEF) +Onizuka : Enterprise shuttlepod #5 (discrepancy - shuttlepod #5 is named El- + Baz). Data uses it to travel to Tau Cygna V. Named for Ellison Onizuka, + late of the American Space Shuttle, Challenger. (ENS) +Pagh : Klingon ship that Riker visited as an Exchange officer; in return for + the visit, Kurn was assigned to the Enterprise. (SIN; originally in "A + Matter of Honor") +Pike : Enterprise shuttlepod that explodes, supposedly with Data aboard. It + is actually sabotaged. The Pike is shuttlepod 12. Named for Captain Chris- + topher Pike. (TOY) +Romulan Scout Ships : A crashed Romulan ship is located on Galorndon Core, with + two survivors. It was destroyed with ultritium, after it crashed. (ENE) + A small vessel commandeered by Admiral Jarok, who subsequently poses as Sub- + lieutenant Setal in order to defect to the Federation, makes it to the Enter- + prise. The vessel is destroyed, seemingly by accident - though Picard is + suspicious. (DEF) +Romulan Warbirds : A Romulan vessel commanded by Tomalak passes through the + Neutral Zone and goes to Galorndon Core, in an attempt to win the freedom + of his missing man. (ENE) A vessel commanded by Tomalak that pursues the + Romulan scout ship commandeered by Admiral Jarok across the Neutral Zone + into Federation space. Later, Jarok warns that a fleet of Romulan warbirds + will be within striking distance of 15 Federation sectors in two days. + Jarok calls them, "Romulan B-Type Warbirds". (DEF) Four of them attacked + Narendra Three and leveled the colony there. The Enterprise-C escaped + through time, but presumably came back and was destroyed, after it was able + to notify Starfleet, preventing the war with the Klingons. (YES) Two + D'daridex class cruisers are detected by Starbase 123 en route to Beta + Stromgren. One is destroyed, the other is thrown out into space. Both + expend a massive amount of power on their one-way missions, which allow them + to be detected even in cloak. (TIN) +Sheliak Vessel : Picard stops it en route to Tau Cygna. The director of the + ship eventually gives into Picard's demand of halting three weeks due to a + provision in the Treaty of Armens. (ENS) +Shuttles, Enterprise : Include the El-Baz (TRA), Onizuka (ENS) and Pike (TOY). + The El-Baz is Shuttle Five; the Onizuka is incorrectly labeled five as well. + Q takes Shuttle One to escape the Enterprise (DEQ). Geordi and Data use + Shuttle Nine to study the Barzan Wormhole; it is almost stranded in the + Delta Quadrant (PRI). +Stargazer, USS : While commanding the ship, 12 years ago, Picard visited the + planet Chalna. (ALL) +Vortis : Klingon vessel that contacts the Enterprise; Worf takes the call. It + actually calls a cloaked battleforce to aid the Enterprise. (DEF) +Zalkonian Ship : Equivalent in armament, speed and maneuverability to the + Enterprise. (TRA) +Zapata, USS : Starfleet ship the Enterprise is assigned to rendezvous with + after departing Betazed. (MEN) +Zhukov, USS : Commanded by Captain Gleason, Barclay's last ship. His rating + aboard her was satisfactory. (HOL) + +==== CHARACTER INDEX ========================================================== +Ajur [Karen Landry] : One of the two Vorgon security agents from the 27th + Century. She is actually a criminal who, together with her partner, tried to + steal the Tox-Uthat originally, and want to do so again on Risa. (CAP) +Aliens [Jeff and Jerry Rector] : Kidnappers of Picard, Tholl and Esoqq who + set up a laboratory experiment - a holding bay - and replace Picard with + a duplicate on the Enterprise. Their people do not understand the concepts + of authority and leadership, and despise captivity. (ALL) +Amanda : First human wife of Sarek, referred to in the past tense - she has + obviously long since died. Sarek regrets never being able to tell her that + he loved her. Played in the original series by Jane Wyatt. (SAR) +Apgar, Dr. Nel [Mark Margolis] : Tanugan scientist and creator of an operatio- + nal Krieger wave converter, which he was going to sell to the highest bidder. + When Riker became suspicious of him, he tried to kill him, but instead, des- + troyed the space station with himself aboard. Jealous and possessive; has + a wife, Manua. (MPR) +Apgar, Manua [Gina Hecht] : Dr. Nel Apgar's wife, a beautiful Tanugan woman. + Her explanation and Riker's of the situations leading up to the explosion of + the Tanugan station differ because of their point of view; she believes Riker + tried to rape her, while he thinks the opposite. (MPR) +Arridor, Dr. [Dan Shor] : Ferengi scientist who takes a shuttlecraft into the + Wormhole and is essentially trapped there when the other side shifts loca- + tion. Arridor also helps Goss poison Mendoza. (PRI) +Aster, Jeremy [Gabriel Damon] : Twelve year old whose mother, Marla Aster, is + killed on an away mission commanded by Worf. His father died five years ago + of a Verustin infection, and now he is alone. Once had a cat named Patches. + Jeremy is told of his mother's death by Picard, but remains brave about it + until he is confronted with a Koinonian spectre of Marla, come to take him + back to the planet and raise him. Jeremy must ultimately deal with his anger + toward Worf in order to get over the incident; he joins Worf in the R'uustai, + the Bonding, and they become brothers. His only living relatives after are + an aunt and uncle, living on Earth. (BON) +Aster, Lieutenant Marla [Susan Powell] : Enterprise Archaeologist who dies on + the planet Koinonia when an ancient bomb goes off, killing her instantly. + She is recreated by the energy-based Koinonians, in an effort to save Jeremy + Aster, her son, from the pain of her death. Her husband died five years + ago of a Verustin infection. The Koinonian created Marla eventually realizes + that she cannot help Jeremy as much as his own people can, and leaves him to + deal with his grief with them. (BON) +Ballard, Lieutenant [Judyann Elder] : Teacher on the Enterprise who informs + Data that Lal isn't getting along well in school. (OFF) +Barclay, Lt. Endicott Reginald the Third [Dwight Schultz] : Better known as + "Reg", or called "Broccoli" by his peers. An introvert who suffers from + "holodiction", recreating people he knows on the holodeck to escape from + reality. Served on the Zhukov under Captain Gleason, where he got favorable + marks. He is a gifted diagnostic engineer, skills that prove helpful when + the Enterprise is plagued by subatomic disintegrations. His seclusive ten- + dencies were noted at the Academy more than once. When in Ten-Forward, he + always orders a warm milk, and Guinan leaves him alone to his imagination. + He is a self-taught swordsman, challenging the holodeck Picard. Barclay is + the kind of guy who writes down things to say at a party, and tries to look + comfortable examining a potted plant. (HOL) +Barrett, Lt. : An officer on the Enterprise-D, ordered on the intercom to re- + port to the communications section. (YES) +Barron, Dr. [James Greene] : Chief Scientist of the Mintakan Anthropological + Station. He is the only one inside the station who survives the explosion, + and goes to the Enterprise to aid in the search for the missing Palmer. (WHO) +Bates, Brother John [S.A. Templeton] : A character from the Henry V simulation + that Data undertakes. (DEF) +Bennett, Ensign : Conn officer following the trip to Gemaris. (CAP) +Bhavani, Premier [Elizabeth Hoffman] : The planetary leader of Barzan II, she + is granted use of the Enterprise in the mediation of the rights to the Bar- + zan Wormhole. (PRI) +Bochra [John Snyder] : Romulan Centurion, a crash survivor on Galorndon Core, + who avoids capture by the Enterprise crew and instead finds a wounded Geordi. + Geordi calls him "Commodore". Bochra is unwilling to trust Geordi, and the + feeling is mutual, until their continued survival depends on it. Bochra + becomes Geordi's eyes to alter the VISOR to be a neutrino geiger counter, + and the two make it to Wesley's neutrino beacon and back to the ship. (ENE) +Boratis [Michael Champion] : One of the two Vorgon security agents from the + 27th Century. He and his partner, Ajur, are really criminals, who tried to + steal the Tox-Uthat, then locate it in the 24th century on Risa. (CAP) +Boy [Christopher Pettiet] : Ansata separatist, barely twelve years old, who + regardless knows how to handle a weapon. Beverly tells him he could be a + doctor when he grows up....if he grows up. (HGR) +Brahms, Dr. Leah [Susan Gibney] : Propulsion engineer, graduate of the Daystrom + Institute Theoretical Propulsion Group, Galaxy Class Starships, Team 7, Ju- + nior Member. According to Geordi, she "wrote the book" on Enterprise propul- + sion. She attended the Chia Seven caucuses. Geordi has the computer instill + her with a personality in a hologrammatic recreation in an effort to have her + assist him in breaking free of the Menthar booby trap. Her personality pro- + file analysis was registered with Starfleet on Stardate 40056. (BTR) +Branagh, Kenneth : Contemporary actor/director that Data plans to study in + order to better understand the role. (DEF) +Bron-ken, Trenka : Concert violinist whose style is blended with Heifetz' + by Data when he performs. (ENS) +Brull [Joey Aresco] : Leader of the Gatherer encampment on Gamma Hromi II, he + accepts Marouk's offer of negotiation and leads her to Chorgon. Has two sons + one Wes' age not as good at math; he wants them to have a better life. (VFA) +Castillo, Lieutenant Richard [Christopher MacDonald] : Helmsman of the USS + Enterprise, NCC-1701-C. A large, commanding yet compassionate man, who + develops a crush on Tasha Yar, he becomes Garrett's liaison to the Enter- + prise-D. Most everyone calls his Castillo, but his mother - and Tasha - + call him Richard. When Garrett dies, he is the senior officer on the Enter- + prise-C, and leads her back through the temporal rift to the Narendra Three + battle, where he presumably dies with Tasha and the rest of the crew. (YES) +Chorgon [Stephen Lee] : Leader of the Gatherer Tribes and a member of the Lor- + nack clan. Marouk has Brull lead her to him to propose amnesty for the Gathe- + rers, but he is almost killed by Yuta in a blood feud which he knows nothing + about. He wants the Gatherers to have autonomy. (VFA) +Christy : -see- Henshaw, Christy +Costa : One of Geordi's diagnostic engineers, who aids Duffy. (HOL) +Crewmember [Randal Patrick] : He helps launch Stubbs' "egg". (EVO) +Crusher, Dr. Beverly [Gates McFadden] : Chief Medical Officer, USS Enterprise. + She was at Starfleet Medical for a year; she missed about two inches of + Wesley's growth. According to Stubbs, the Crushers are a 'dynamic family + team'. At age 17 she was getting into trouble, moreso than Wesley. She + hopes for his success with friends and girls, but when it's actually upon + him, she questions Guinan's knowledge of the girl he chooses (EVO). She and + Picard attend a concert given by Data and O'Brien (ENS) and she accompanies + the Rana IV landing party (SUR). She is familiar with Pulaski's mind erasure + technique. She tries to save Liko by bringing him up to the Enterprise, a + big mistake (WHO). She is unable to save Marla, which affects her deeply, + thinking about Jack; she can't get Jack's face out of her mind sometimes + (BON). She tries to save Patakh by convincing Worf to donate ribosomes, but + fails at both (ENE). She and Troi do aerobics together, where she says that + she fell in love in a day and it lasted a week; then she met Jack, and it + took months to figure that out (PRI). She correctly pronounces Volnoth's + death a murder (VFA). She knows something of Romulan medicine, notes Jarok, + thanks to the Galorndon Core incident (DEF). She is kidnapped by the Ansata + and aids them medically, helping comfort those afflicted by the Dimensional + Shifters. She and Picard are able to escape with Riker's help. Her origins + are North American (HGR). Q notes that she is "back into exile". (DEQ) + Data thinks of her as a successful parent. When Wesley had problems in + adolescence, she had to go back into her own childhood and remember how + painful not being popular was for her too (OFF). Picard has her look over + medical records of the Khitomer Massacre; she is able to locate Kahlest, a + second survivor (SIN). She dines with the false Picard, dances intimately + with him and then is kicked out. She does note, however, that she wants + their relationship to stay platonic (ALL). She tries to get Picard to go + on vacation, telling him that once he's there he has a marvelous time (CAP). + In Barclay's holodeck projection she is a fair young maiden who caresses him + when he sleeps (HOL). She and Worf deduce the problem on Beta Agni Two as + a deliberate sabotage (TOY). She comforts Picard when he undergoes a mind + meld, and diagnoses Sarek with Bendii Syndrome. She has never hit Wesley + in her life, until she slaps him while undergoing Sarek's emotional distress + (SAR). She and Wesley share dinner together, where she confesses she is + taken with John (TRA). When Picard is captured, she joins the rescue party + and is unable to save him. She tries to get Riker to keep from firing the + weapon until she can get Picard back (BBW). A dedicated professional, + mother of Wesley Crusher. +Crusher, Jack : Beverly notes that sometimes she finds it hard to forget his + face, while Wesley sometimes has problems remembering it. Wesley originally + felt anger at Picard because he was in charge of the mission on which Jack + died. (BON) It took months for Beverly to figure out her relationship with + him. (PRI) +Crusher, Wesley [Wil Wheaton] : Acting Ensign, USS Enterprise, later Ensign. + He uses the nanites in a science project, but two of them escape. He is + on the Enterprise earning credits whilst trying to get into the Academy. + Picard says he's his father's son. Stubbs finds an awful lot of himself + in Wesley, at his young age (EVO). He is frightened when thinking that + he sometimes cannot remember his father's face. The last memory he has + of Jack is hugging him goodbye; he took Jack's death well, although he was + not prepared for the loss (BON). He sends down a neutrino beacon to help + Geordi escape from Galorndon Core (ENE). He does a lot of math, which is + amusing to Brull (VFA). He is worried about his mother's capture (HGR). + Wesley is already an Ensign in the alternate timeline, complete with a real + uniform (YES). He had a hard time making friends as a boy (OFF). He doesn't + think Kurn likes him (SIN). He made up the name "Broccoli" for Barclay. In + Barclay's holodeck program he is a blueberry-pie-eating Blue Boy (HOL). + He and Geordi clear out Data's quarters (TOY). Wesley makes a date with + Suzanne Dumont (SAR). His entrance exam scores for the Academy arrive, and + he is admitted, but he misses the USS Bradbury and his chance to get there. + Picard makes him a full ensign because of his devotion to duty (MEN). He + chides his mother on her attraction to John Doe (TRA) and aids Geordi in + the construction of the deflector weapon to defeat the Borg (BBW). +Custer, George Armstrong : Historic figure that Riker seems to echo; Picard + compares their Neutral Zone situation to Custer's arrival with his Seventh + Cavalry at Little Big Horn. (DEF) +Dali, Salvador : Kivas Fajo owns a rare Dali painting. (TOY) +D'Amato, Ensign : An officer that is put on report by Worf for insubordination, + the first clue to Picard that something is strangely wrong with Sarek's + visit to the ship. (SAR) +Danar, Roga [Jeff McCarthy] : Angosian veteran of the Tarsian War, who with his + fellows was imprisoned on Lunar Five after being psychologically altered to + fight. He escapes from Lunar Five in a shuttle after killing two guards, is + captured by the Enterprise and then escapes to lead a revolution. He has + no police record. He lies to Troi about how a girl with long dark hair once + broke his heart, and then another about how his mother abandoned him....but + Troi finds him very non-violent, leading the Enterprise to its answer. He + served many campaigns of the Tarsian War, received two promotions to the + rank of Subhadar. He has killed 84 times, and remembers each face. (HUN) +Dano, Kal : A scientist of the twenty-seventh century who invented the Tox + Uthat. He fled to the twenty-second century to keep it from falling into + Vorgon hands, and died there after hiding it on Risa. (CAP) +Dar, Galek : -see- Sar, Galek +Darson, Captain : Captain of the Adelphi, who lost his life in the Ghorusda + Disaster. The Starfleet Board of Inquiry blamed him for his carelessness + about Ghorusdan cultural taboos. Tam Elbrun insists that if Darson had lis- + tened to him he wouldn't have died. (TIN) +Data, Lieutenant Commander [Brent Spiner] : Second Officer, USS Enterprise, + the ship's Operations officer, an android. He is able to function as a con- + duit for the nanites; they can penetrate the molecular fabric of his "skin" + into his nerve circuitry when he provides them with a schematic design of + his neurological structure (EVO). He and O'Brien and two others give a con- + cert performance, where he shows off his violinistry. He tries to evacuate + the Tau Cygnans and almost meets his own demise. His mind, he tells Ard'rian + MacKenzie, is based upon positronic operation (ENS). He memorizes the Rana + IV colony register on the way to the planet. While there, he picks up a + music box, which subsequently affects Troi (SUR). He doesn't understand why + familiarity has a bearing on human judgment of death (BON). He was never a + boy, so he didn't play with ships in bottles (BTR). He and Geordi explore + the Barzan Wormhole, later realized a dry well (PRI). He tries to show Jarok + a copy of Romulus on the holodeck, but Jarok isn't impressed. Picard at- + tempts to direct him in Henry V on the same holodeck, and is impressed with + Data's work, although Data is only copying the styles of Olivier, Branagh, + Shapiro and Kullnark (DEF). He is not a robot, but an android, he explains + to Q; later, he risks his own "life" to save Q and is almost deactivated. + Q calls him his "humanities instructor" and teaches Q a lot about human sac- + rifice; Q notes that Data is a better human than he will ever be. He some- + times consumes a semi-organic nutrient suspension in a silicon-based liquid + medium. As a gift for his troubles, Q allows Data to laugh, however briefly + (DEQ). He reprograms the holodeck to represent the Tanuga Research Station + (MPR). He goes to a cybernetics conference, and brings knowledge of how to + construct an offspring back. He creates Lal, but when Lal malfunctions, he + transfers her consciousness into his own (OFF). Picard has him look through + the Khitomer records from the Intrepid, where he finds discrepancies in the + respective accounts of the battle (SIN). He is the ship's resident student + in exobiology; Picard assigns him to Life Sciences on the Tin Man mission. + Tam's impression of Data - restful - is unique, notes Troi; he tells Data + that he is uniquely qualified to research humanity because he is objective. + Tam calls his quarters spartan. He realizes he belongs on the Enterprise + (TIN). In Barclay's holodeck program he is one of the Musketeers (HOL). + His shuttlecraft explodes while he is transferring hytritium back to the + Enterprise. He is composed of 24.6 kilos of tripolymer composites, 11.8 + kilos of molybdenum-cobalt alloys, 1.3 kilos of Bioplast sheeting, and other + minor elements. Among his most prized possessions are his playing cards + and poker chips, a leather-bound book given him by Picard, and his hologram + of Tasha Yar. He holds a 'fundamental respect for all living beings' (TOY). + He has been programmed to reproduce the individual musical styles of over + three hundred concert violinists, including Heifetz, Menuhin, Grak-tay and + Tataglia (SAR). He is on the away team that tries to rescue Picard from + the Borg vessel, but they are unsuccessful (BBW). Among his favorite past- + times are violinistry, playing cards and painting. +Devos, Alexana [Kerrie Keane] : Director of Police on Rutia, fighting the An- + sata separatists. She is gentler than her predecessors, who were all mur- + dered. She tacitly supported the Ansata's right to independence until she + became police chief and saw sixty children destroyed in a shuttlebus bombing. + She is a gentle woman by nature, who would rather be back in her own country + living life instead of killing. (HGR) +Doe, John [Mark LaMura] : A crash survivor, originally stricken with amnesia. + He is actually a Zalkonian, the first one to successfully transform himself + into the next stage in their evolution, noncorporeal beings. He is a kind, + sympathetic man, drawn to Beverly Crusher. His cells are mutating, and he + possesses incredible restorative powers; his major organ systems regenerate + in only 36 hours. He then suffers several attacks of pain, "energy pulses" + that ultimately lead the Enterprise into danger. His transfiguration is + a success, and he leaves the Enterprise, returning home. (TRA) +Duffy [Charley Lang] : One of Geordi's top engineers, who aids him in trying to + determine why the strange atomic damage is being done to the ship. One of + the side effects of the invidium leak is his glass melting, caused by the + substance being on his hands. (HOL) +Dumont, Ensign Suzanne : Wesley arranges a date with her, which Geordi, in a + heated frenzy (from Sarek's mental collapse), tells him will fail. (SAR) +Duras [Patrick Massett] : The son of Worf's father's greatest rival, who now + sits on the Klingon High Council. He believes Worf has come to claim a + birthright he has foresaken, yet Worf retaliates. He later attacks Kurn, + knowing who he really is, and almost kills him. His father Ja'rod is the + real traitor in the Khitomer Massacre, but knowledge of this would destroy + the Empire, and so Worf's father is framed. Duras is eventually figured out + by Worf, who gets the chance to belt him. (SIN) +Elbrun, Tam [Harry Groener] : The Federation's foremost specialist in first + contact with new life forms, a Betazoid telepath of extraordinary talent. + Troi first met him when they were at the university on Betazed....she a stu- + dent, and he, a patient. Riker feels hostile toward him because friends of + his died in the Ghorusda Disaster, which Tam Elbrun was involved in; he + failed to warn Darson enough and a terrible loss of life ensued, but insists + that if Darson had listened to him he wouldn't have died. Very high on the + ESP scale according to medical records and his psych profile; he's a sort of + prodigy, having developed his telepathic gifts at an early age, which almost + drove him mad. Hospitalized repeatedly for stress. He was last the only + Federation delegate on Chandra Five. (TIN) +Elway : -see- Elway Theorem (in Subject Guide) +Esoqq [Reiner Schone] : A Chalnoth warrior, captured by the aliens who kidnap + Picard, Tholl and Haro. His name means "fighter" in Chalnoth, and he char- + ges that all Mizarian names mean "surrenderer". He cannot eat the food disk + that his captors have provided, and can only go three days, maybe four, with- + out food. (ALL) +Estragon, Professor Samuel : A legendary archaeologist who spent half his life + searching for the Tox-Uthat; Vash served as his personal assistant, or so + she claims for the last five years of his life. He pinpointed the Tox-Uthat + as being on Risa, but died before he had the chance to find it. (CAP) +Fajo, Father : Kivas Fajo's father, who was a thief, quite wealthy. (TOY) +Fajo, Kivas [Saul Rubinek] : A Zibalian trader of the Stacius Guild and master + of the spacecraft Jovis. He is a noted collector of rare and valuable ob- + jects, with no concern but himself or his collection. Educated on Iraatan + Five, his father was a wealthy thief. He lies to Data, saying he spent his + wasted youth on the streets of Zibalia. He decides to add the android to his + collection and sabotages the water supply of Beta Agni Two in order to get + the Enterprise to rendezvous with him. He kills Varria, and is eventually + arrested for murder, theft and kidnapping, and robbed of everything he has + ever held dear. (TOY) +Farek, Dr. [Ethan Phillips] : Doctor on the Ferengi vessel Krayton, he is dis- + trustful of Lwaxana Troi and scorns Tog for falling into her spell. (MEN) +Fento [John McLiam] : Mintakan wise man who questions Liko's insistance that + he was captured by "the Picard". He is later tied up by Riker, who escapes + with Palmer. (WHO) +Finn, Kyril [Richard Cox] : Leader of the Ansata terrorists fighting the Rutian + police. Actually an artist, he orders the kidnapping of Beverly Crusher to + aid him in healing those afflicted by the Dimensional Shifters. He had a + son of thirteen who died in detention. To take revenge on what he perceives + as the Enterprise's aid to the Rutians, he orders the destruction of the + ship. He is killed by Alexana Devos. (HGR) +Foley, Lieutenant : He found Tog's pericules in the pond on Betazed, leading + Picard to conclude that the three missing people were kidnapped. (MEN) +Frankenstein : A doctor who once told Guinan (or so she claims) that his study + was just a science project. She compares Wesley's project to Frankenstein's + work....including the fact that both of them always got an A. (EVO) +Fredericks : An officer on the Enterprise-C. (YES) +Garin, Dr. [Richard Cansino] : Leader of Bre'el Four's research team into sol- + ving the mystery of the descending moon. (DEQ) +Garrett, Captain Rachel [Tricia O'Neil] : Captain of the USS Enterprise, NCC- + 1701-C, a spunky woman with a commanding presence. She commanded the ship + when it fell through the temporal rift, and was rescued by the Enterprise-D. + Found on the bridge, she was taken to sickbay, recovered and returned to lead + her ship into battle....but was killed by a Klingon attack. (YES) +Gleason, Captain : Commander of the USS Zhukov; he gave Barclay a high rating, + but Riker wonders if he wasn't buttering Picard's bread a little. (HOL) +Gosheven [Grainger Hines, uncredited] : Elected leader of Tau Cygna V, he is + Data's strongest adversary when the latter tries to evacuate the population. + Gosheven doesn't believe Data's prediction of certain death when the Sheliak + arrive, but by a display of force, Gosheven is eventually convinced. His + great-grandfather, buried on the mountain, died surveying the route for an + aqueduct to bring water to the desert town. (ENS) +Goss, DaiMon [Scott Thomson] : Ferengi leader who intrudes upon the Barzan ne- + gotiations, poisons UFP representative Mendoza and then makes a deal with + Devinoni Ral in order to trick Bhavani into giving him the deal. He insults + Worf by calling him a "servant" to get him some chairs, and offers a sum of + gold bars in addition to matching any offer. (PRI) +Grak-tay : Data has been programmed to reproduce his musical style. (SAR) +Grax, Reittan [Rudolph Willrich] : Betazoid conference director in the Trade + Agreements Conference. He contacts Picard and informs him that Lwaxana, + Deanna and Riker have been kidnapped. Lwaxana's first husband and he were + old friends, and he's known Deanna since she was a child. (MEN) +Guinan [Whoopi Goldberg] : Hostess of the Ten-Forward Lounge, USS Enterprise. + She has never been very good at being confined to quarters, a fact any of her + husbands would testify to. She has a lot of children, but has only had + trouble relating to one of them....he wouldn't listen (EVO). The first thing + she looks at in a man is his head; she is attracted to bald men, because a + bald man once took care of her (BTR). She enjoys it when Q loses his powers + and "tests" his humanity by driving a fork into his hand. She also recog- + nizes the Calamarain (DEQ). She is the only one who recognizes the time + distortion; her species has a perception, Data believes, that goes beyond + linear time. She and Picard have been together a long time; she and Tasha + were never meant to know each other, which is obvious (YES). She counsels + Lal when the android is put under her tutelage (OFF). She says that Barclay + reminds her of Terkim, her mother's brother, who was the only one in her + family with a sense of humor; she liked Terkim (HOL). She becomes Picard's + sounding board with his fears that the Enterprise - and humanity - might not + survive the Borg threat (BBW). (Seen in EVO,BTR,DEQ,YES,OFF,HOL,BBW) +Haden, Admiral [John Hancock] : A stocky command officer at the Starfleet + station on Lya Three. He conveys to Picard the Romulan Empire's official + protest regarding the asylum granted to Admiral Jarok, and gives Picard + the time he needs to correctly deduce the situation. (DEF) +Haftel, Admiral Anthony [Nicolas Coster] : Admiral serving at the Starfleet + research facilities on Galor Four. Haftel comes aboard the Enterprise to + study Lal, and finally to take her away to Galor Four, but first Data and + then Picard intervenes. (OFF) +Hahn, Admiral : Picard contacts him at Starfleet Academy in regards to Wesley's + failure to arrive. (MEN) +Hali [James McIntyre] : A Mintakan hunter who finds Palmer. Nuria later sends + him after Riker. (WHO) +Haki : Mintakan child who gives Picard a woven cloth as a gift. (WHO) +Hanson, Admiral J.P. [George Murdock] : Starfleet Tactical officer, sent to + the Enterprise with Shelby to ascertain the Borg threat. He returns to + Earth to plan its defense. Riker says there's always a seat open for him at + their poker games. (BBW) +Haritath [Mark L. Taylor] : A supporter of Data and Ard'rian when the former + tries to evacuate the Tau Cygna V colony. (ENS) +Haro, Mitena [Joycelyn O'Brien] : A young female Bolian Starfleet cadet kid- + napped along with Tholl, Esoqq and Picard....or at least that is the way it + seems. Actually, she is a facsimile, an alien spy. The real Mitena Haro + has evidentally studied Picard's missions at the Academy, and her best area + of study is impulse propulsion systems; she is very good with field coils. + (ALL) +Heifetz, Jascha : Jewish concert violinist, born 2/2/1901 in Vilna, Russia. + His style is blended with Trenka Bron-ken's by Data when he performs. (ENS) + Data informs Perrin he has been programmed to reproduce his style of violin + playing. (SAR) +Henshaw, Christy [Julie Warner] : A civilian woman on the Enterprise that + Geordi tries to romance, to no avail. (BTR) Later, Geordi is able to ask + her out because of his newfound courage, thanks to John Doe. (TRA) +Homn, Mr. [Carel Struycken] : Lwaxana Troi's manservant. She sends him to pick + some uttaberries; when he returns, she, Deanna and Riker are gone. (MEN) +Hoy, Ensign : Picard takes over the transporter controls to beam Nuria up from + him. (WHO) +Ja'rod : Duras' father, who was the real culprit behind the Khitomer Massacre. + (SIN) +Jarok, Admiral Alidar [James Sloyan] : A Romulan defector to the Federation, + who poses as Sublieutenant Setal in order to warn the Federation of a major + Romulan battleforce organizing at Nelvana Three. At first, as Setal, he + insists he is a logistics clerk, which doesn't sit well with Worf - whom he + says he likes, or at least, understands. He is responsible for the Norkan + Massacre, and defects to stop a war for the simple reason of parentage; he + didn't want his baby girl to have to suffer. He eventually ingests a + felodesine chip, committing suicide. (DEF) +Joval [Deirdre Imershein] : Employed by the Pleasure Haven on Risa, she is the + fifth woman to bother Picard, and informs him of the true meaning of display- + ing the Horga'hn. (CAP) +Joyce, James : Author of "Ulysses". (CAP) +Kahlest [Thelma Lee] : Worf's nurse a long time ago at the Khitomer Outpost, + who was the only other survivor of the massacre there. She had severe inju- + ries and was brought to Starbase 24 for treatment before returning home to + live in the Old Quarter of the Klingon First City. She has been silent for + a long time, but comes out of hiding to help Worf's family for the last time. + She doesn't like K'mpec, thinks he's too fat. (SIN) +Kentor [Richard Allen] : Handsome black man who is almost as popular as + Gosheven on Tau Cygna V. He is one of the supporters of Data. (Originally + Noe in first draft scripts). (ENS) +Kim, Dr. Joshua : On the Enterprise-D, ordered on the loudspeaker to report to + Cetacean Ops. (YES) +K'mpec [Charles Cooper] : Leader of the Klingon High Council, who sits on the + Klingon throne. Worf makes his challenge against him. K'mpec served with + Mogh, and doesn't wish to remember him by the mek'ba that Worf undergoes. + Kahlest once caught his eye, but she thinks he is too fat. Eventually, + K'mpec reveals he has hid the truth that Duras' father Ja'rod is the real + traitor, to which Worf accedes discommendation to save the Empire. (SIN) +Kol : The second of Goss' aides, after Arridor. He is marooned with Arridor + by the wormhole. (PRI) +Krag, Inspector [Craig Richard Nelson] : Operative of the Tanugan Security + Force, who beams over to the Enterprise to take Riker into custody for Dr. + Apgar's murder. Picard convinces him to stay and recreate the situations + leading up to the explosion in the holodeck. He is eventually convinced and + returns home. (MPR) +Kuda, Ving : Author of "Ethics, Sophistry and the Alternate Universe." (CAP) +Kullnark : Data plans to study his portrayal of Henry V in order to understand + the role better. (DEF) +Kurn, Commander [Tony Todd] : Worf's younger brother, orphaned in the Khitomer + Massacre and then taken to live with his father's friend Lorgh. A brisk, + callous Klingon man, who demands to be addressed as "Commander" or "Sir; + he studies the service records of the Enterprise's bridge crew before joi- + ning the ship. He pulls a surprise inspection in the middle of a maintenance + cycle, then makes Engineering pull double shifts to get ready for the next + one. He tells Riker to stop giving advice or he'll kill him, but also tells + Geordi that he never kills anyone at the supper table. He isn't used to + eating cooked food - turkey - or caviar. He believes that the Enterprise is + too comfortable, relaxed and too at ease, not the ship of a warrior. Kurn + was barely a year old when Worf and their parents went to Khitomer. He was + raised as Lorgh's son and found out the truth at his Age of Ascension. He + becomes Worf's cha'DIch but is wounded by a kut'luch. His metabolic rate + of recovery is phenomenal, which saves his life after the injury. Kurn + returns to the homeworld to stand with Worf, but Worf chooses discommenda- + tion, and in the hardest decision of his life, he must forsake his brother + to one day continue to fight to restore his family's honor. (SIN) +LaForge, Lieutenant Commander Geordi [LeVar Burton] : Chief of Engineering, + USS Enterprise. He is the one who discovers the nanite infestation (EVO), + and who is ordered to solve the problem of transporting through the hyper- + onic radiation, although unsuccessful (ENS). He joins the Rana IV away + team (SUR) and goes down to Mintaka to aid the anthropological station by + repairing their duck blind (WHO). He locates the Koinonian bombs left behind + (BON). He can 'field strip a fusion reactor, realign a power transfer tunnel + but can't strike up a successful relationship with a woman'. He later + realizes he can if he doesn't try as hard. He strikes out originally with + Christy Henshaw, but falls in love with the hologrammatic representation of + engineer Leah Brahms (BTR). He falls into a pit on Galorndon Core and misses + the beam-out window, is captured by Bochra and forced to become a prisoner. + The two eventually cooperate to reach Wesley's neutrino beacon; Bochra helps + him repair his VISOR by acting as his eyes (ENE). He and Data travel to the + Gamma Quadrant, exploring the Barzan Wormhole (PRI). He has to disconnect + a bomb placed on the matter/antimatter core by the Ansata (HGR). He is aided + by Q trying to help Bre'el Four, and at one point is told to 'simply' change + the gravitational constant of the universe (DEQ). He discovers that the + Tanuga Research Station reconstruction in the holodeck has also reproduced + Dr. Apgar's Krieger wave generator (MPR). Kurn pulls an inspection on his + department, and has them up double shifts getting for the next one (SIN). + His authorization is Theta 2997 (TIN). Although he can barely tolerate + Barclay, he is ordered to become his "best friend" to help him get over his + seclusive tendencies. In Barclay's holodeck projection, he is one of the + Musketeers; Barclay creates such characters because of what he perceives is + Geordi's constant riding of him. His defense of Barclay is that he's used + the Holodeck too, and even fallen in love there, with Dr. Brahms. (HOL) + He refuses to give up on looking for Data's pilot error, and realizes by + inference there was no lack of protocol...Data wasn't aboard the shuttle + (TOY). He and Wesley make the Legaran tank in the conference room, where + Wesley tells him he can only find his women on the holodeck (SAR). Leaving + for the Academy was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, but it was + one of the best times of his life (MEN). He tries it again with Christy + Henshaw, given newfound courage by John Doe, and succeeds this time, because + of his added confidence (TRA). He is ordered to create a weapon by Riker + to destroy the Borg battleship, and does so....with the deflector dish (BBW). + A strong, handsome black man with a gentle heart, the kind of guy who has + problems with women but would marry his car if he could. +Lal [Hallie Todd] : Data's "child", an android built after Data attends a cy- + bernetics conference. Lal is able to choose its own sex and appearance, + choosing to be a human girl (after accessing its data bank on sexuality, le- + vel two, and choosing to be Troi) instead of a male, a Klingon or an Andori- + an. Lal's astonishment with many things, from the family unit to chairs + and paintings, is wonderous, and Data is content with being her teacher in + the subjects of logic, aesthetics, metaphysics and epistemology. Data sends + her to school on the Enterprise, but the other children are intimidated by + her. She was programmed with a listing of 1,412 known beverages, but even + more impressive, she has developed the art of using contractions. Lal is + capable of running over 60 trillion calculations in a second. Data sets her + up under Guinan's tutelage in Ten-Forward, but soon she begins developing + feelings compounded with the thought that she may have to be separated from + Data....which ultimately result in a complete breakdown of her neural path- + ways, at 1300 hours, after Data and Haftel fight vigorously to keep her + alive. Her name means "beloved" in Hindi. / Also played (uncredited) as + a genderless being by Leonard John Crofoot. (OFF) +Leger : Artist that Picard's work imitates, says Data. (MPR) +Leyor [Kevin Peter Hall] : The Caldonian representative to the Barzan negotia- + tions. He withdraws from the proceedings when Ral convinces him that the + Caldonians, a competitor of the Federation, do not have the administrative + capabilities to successfully deal with the wormhole. (PRI) +Liko [Ray Wise] : Mintakan citizen who first finds the anthropological station + and is injured falling from it. He is brought to the Enterprise, where + Beverly tries erasing his mind. The procedure fails, and he returns home to + tell his people of "the Picard", their newest god. He is eventually con- + vinced by Picard and Nuria that they are mortal, just like the Mintakans, + after Liko shoots Picard with an arrow. He has a daughter, Oji, but his + wife died in last year's floods - he asks Picard to bring her back. (WHO) +Locutus : The cybernetically-altered Picard, made into one of their own by the + Borg, so that he can be their spokesperson. From Latin "elocutus", to speak. + Picard/Locutus is on board the Borg ship when Riker gives the order to fire + the main deflector weapon. (BBW) +Lorgh : Friend of Worf's father, who took Kurn into his family when Worf's + family was killed at Khitomer. He told Kurn the truth when he reached the + Age of Ascension. (SIN) +Mackenzie, Ard'rian [Eileen Seeley] : A cyberneticist who lives on Tau Cygna V, + she is one of the few who believes Data's prediction of death when the She- + liak arrive to settle the planet. In effect, she falls for the android. + It is with Ard'rian's help that he is able to evacuate the colonists from the + planet. Gosheven calls her Ardy. (ENS) +Mallon : Brull leaves him in charge on Hromi, giving him ten days of leeway + before he is to take action. (VFA) +Maris, Roger : -see- Trading Card, Roger Maris (in Subject Guide) +Marouk, Sovereign [Nancy Parsons] : Leader of Acamar Three, it is she who tries + to reconcile her world with the Gatherers, with Picard's help. Unbeknownst + to her, her chef, Yuta, is on a blood feud. (VFA) +Martinez : Enterprise medical officer, who beams up with Warren. (WHO) +Mendrossen, Ki [William Denis] : Ambassador Sarek's Chief of Staff, a burly + human man who keeps Sarek shielded from others so that they will not learn + of his affliction. He eventually even threatens Picard's career before + he has to face up to the fact that Sarek is actually sick. (SAR) +Mendoza, Seth [Castulo Guerra] : The Federation representative to the Barzan + negotiations. He has met Troi and Ral before. Mendoza is poisoned by the + DaiMon Goss' blood pyrocytes and Riker has to substitute for him. (PRI) +Menuhin : Data has been programmed to reproduce his musical style. (SAR) +Minan : A virotherapist whose work with radiation sensitivity determines that + humans can indeed survive hyperonic radiation. (ENS) +Mogh : Worf and Kurn's father, denounced by the Klingon High Command as a + traitor, he actually went to Khitomer suspecting a Romulan spy, which turned + out to be Duras' father Ja'rod. Head of a very proud and honorable family in + the Klingon Empire that is now all but destroyed. According to Duras, Mogh + sent the defense access code to the Romulan patrol ships and allowed them + to destroy the outpost. (SIN) +Mozart : The Ambassador is extremely fond of his music. Data later performs + a Mozart concert on the ship for him, which moves him....emotionally. (SAR) +Musicians : A Vulcan violinist and a female violist join O'Brien on the cello + and Data on a violin at a musical concert in Ten-Forward. (ENS) +Myers : One of Geordi's diagnostic engineers; Wesley is assigned to him as part + of his training schedule. (HOL) +Napoleon : The Passive Lure Strategem is similar to a strategy of his, says + Data, but he doesn't identify it. (BTR) +Nayrok, Prime Minister [James Cromwell] : Leader of the planet Angosia. He + refuses to speak to the veterans of the Tarsian War until Picard forces him + to do so by refusing to help. (HUN) +Nibor [Peter Slutsker] : Ferengi whom Riker beats at chess at the closing + ceremonies of the conference. Later, aboard the Krayton, Riker has the + chance to play him again, and uses it to escape. (MEN) +Nuria [Kathryn Leigh Scott] : Leader of the Mintakan community that Troi and + Riker visit, she is skeptical of "the Picard" until she is beamed up to the + Enterprise. Picard is able to convince her that he is mortal, and the two + return to Mintaka. An enlightened, sensible woman, who wishes no ill will on + anyone. (WHO) +Nurse [Mary McCusker] : She assists Beverly Crusher in sickbay. (EVO) +O'Brien, Chief [Colm Meaney] : Transporter Chief, USS Enterprise. He is a + cellist, and performs in a quartet with Picard and Beverly as part of the + audience. He and Geordi try to solve the problem of the hyperonic radiation + to no avail (ENS). He tells Picard that he did construct ships in bottles + as a child, which Riker disbelieves (BTR). He finds thousands of ghosts + in the transporter patterns on Galorndon Core, which Riker suggests beaming + up a few; one might be Geordi (ENE). He saves Riker's life by grabbing his + transporter pattern after the Tanuga station explodes (MPR). He gets into a + fight in Ten-Forward, a by-product of Sarek's mental condition (SAR). He + dislocates his shoulder while kayaking in the holodeck, but is cured by + John Doe (TRA). (ENS,BON,BTR,ENE,PRI,HUN,MPR,TIN,HOL,TOY,SAR,TRA,BBW) +Off-Zel, Mark : He carved a vase on Sirrie Four that Fajo now owns. (TOY) +Oji [Pamela Segall] : Mintakan child, daughter of Liko. She is the one who + witnesses Liko's fall from the Federation station and corroborates his story + about 'the Picard'. She has read the Mintakan sundial many times, but never + as the appointed record keeper, a job which Liko says her mother would be + very proud of. (WHO) +Olivier, Sir Lawrence : Data plans to study his performance of Henry V in order + to better understand the role. (DEF) +Ortiz, Ensign : She will play the violin instead of Data at the second ship's + concert, a fact that Data notes to Picard and Beverly. (ENS) +Palmer, Dr. : Third member of the three-man Mintakan station, he escapes the + blast through the duck blind and hides in a nearby cave. The Mintakans find + him, but Riker is able to escape with him, leaving Troi behind. (WHO) +Parker : An officer on the Enterprise-C. (YES) +Patakh [Steve Rankin] : Romulan survivor of a crash on Galorndon Core, he is + taken to the Enterprise. Beverly says he needs a transfusion of compatible + ribosomes in order to survive, and the only good donor is Worf, who refuses. + He also suffers from exposure to the magnetic fields on the planet. Because + of Patakh and Worf's mutual stubbornness, the Romulan dies. (ENE) +Penthor-Mul : A leader of the Gatherers who died 53 years ago following his + capture and trial. He was a member of the Lornack clan and was killed by + Yuta with the microvirus. (VFA) +Perrin [Joanna Miles] : Wife of Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan, human like his + first wife. A woman of deep emotion, who loves her husband dearly....and + because of it, tries to hide from him that he has Bendii Syndrome. She se- + lects Data's playing of Tataglia at the Mozart recital. Eventually, she has + to bow to Picard's wishes to inform Sarek he is very sick. (SAR) +Picard, Captain Jean-Luc [Patrick Stewart] : Captain of the USS Enterprise. + He aids Starfleet in allowing Stubbs' research experiment aboard his vessel. + When he was 17, he was getting into much more trouble than Wesley. (EVO) + He attends a musical recital with Beverly. He is forced to deal directly + with the Sheliak; when he and Troi find a loophole in the Treaty of Armens, + he is able to hold off their destruction of the colony on Tau Cygna V (ENS). + He deals with the Uxbridges directly, chancing his suspicion that Rishon is + really dead and Kevin is an alien, and succeeds; he offers them a replicator + and starship protection (SUR). The Mintakans create a god in his image when + Liko sees him on the Enterprise, and he is forced to bring Nuria up to con- + vince her, then come down with her and allow Liko to challenge his mortality + (WHO). He has always thought that children being on a starship was a ques- + tionable practice. His duty ends in telling children that their parents + has died, but he still finds it difficult (BON). He constructed ships in + bottles as a child; he remarks that he probably had a Promellian battlecrui- + ser in one. He expected the bridge of the Cleponji to be clumsy, but it + wasn't; he's lucky to even go there, knowing Riker. He pilots the Enterprise + out of the Menthar booby trap himself (BTR). He deals directly with + Tomalak over Galorndon Core in a game of brinksmanship, while his people + look for Geordi (ENE). He hosts the Barzan Wormhole negotiations aboard the + ship, but regrets allowing the Ferengi to participate (PRI). He is the one + who suggests that the Acamarians and the Gatherers make peace, and goes to + Acamar Three to enlist Marouk's aid (VFA). He doesn't trust Jarok, but goes + along with his suspicions, violating the Neutral Zone. Picard directs Data + in a holodeck representation of Henry V, asking Data to listen to what + Shakespeare is telling us about the man, the king (DEF). He comes to Ango- + sia to hear their proposal for Federation membership, then realizes the way + they have treated their veterans and leaves the whole planet alone to solve + its own problems (HUN). He is kidnapped by the Ansata after delivering + medical aid. According to Beverly, he would never kidnap anyone himself; + he would treat them with respect instead. He has serious problems with + Kyril Finn's methods (HGR). He finds Q bothersome, and doesn't trust him + when he insists he is now a mortal (DEQ). He enjoys painting, and takes + an art class. Data reacts to his work; he says that while suggesting the + free treatment of form of Fauvism, he also juxtaposes the styles of Picasso + and Leger. In addition, the use of color on his painting suggests a hapha- + zard melange of clashing styles, and overtones of proto-Vulcan influences + are unsettling....until Picard stops Data from speaking further. Picard + gets involved with Krag's dispute and helps Riker defend himself by recrea- + ting the Tanugan station in the holodeck (MPR). He becomes a war-weary + battle commander in the alternate timeline, but trusts Guinan's intuition + that history has been changed. He also grants Tasha a transfer to the + Enterprise-C (YES). He has serious doubts about Data's child, Lal, espe- + cially in matters of parenting (although he's never *been* a parent) and + how it classifies as a child; nevertheless, he defends Data and even risks + his own career to save Lal (OFF). Caviar is a personal favorite of his; he + brings some aboard from the Caspian Sea on Earth. He becomes Worf's cha'DIch + when Kurn is injured. Picard also acts as a representative of the Federa- + tion when dealing with the Klingon High Council (SIN). He is kidnapped + and replaced with a doppleganger by aliens studying leadership and authority. + He attempts to communicate with his captors when he is imprisoned by tapping + out the first six prime numbers on a keypad, thus letting them know the + captives possess intelligence. He visited Chalna 12 years ago while comman- + ding the Stargazer (ALL). While on Gemaris, he ate sparingly, slept even + less. Beverly insists he suffers from a classic case of stress and exhaus- + tion. He loathes going on vacations but has a wonderful time once there. + The entire crew (save two ensigns on deck thirty nine, muses Riker) is in on + the plan to get him to leave. Once on Risa, he becomes involved with Vash, + Sovak, the Vorgons and their mutual designs on the Tox Uthat, but all he + wants to do is read his books (CAP). He doesn't trust Tam Elbrun, but never- + theless must rely on him when dealing with Tin Man (TIN). In Barclay's + holodeck projection, he is one of the Musketeers. He slips in his speech + and ends up calling him Broccoli (HOL). He has a hard time dealing with + Data's loss, choosing to quote poetry (TOY). He met Sarek at the Vulcan's + son's wedding, quite a moment for a young, tongue-tied lieutenant. His + career has been followed by Sarek, called satisfactory by the Vulcan. He + must mind-meld with Sarek to aid him in the negotiations with the Legarans + (SAR). He has to bargain for Lwaxana's release by quoting poetry, proving + he is insane enough to destroy any of her "previous lovers", including Tog + (MEN). He is witness to John Doe's transformation (TRA). He is sent to + deal with the Borg, and is kidnapped by them. He refuses to cooperate, but + they eventually transmogrify him and make him Locutus, their speaker (BBW). + A powerful man, and a strong Captain, whose life is in question at the end + of the season... +Picard, False [Patrick Stewart] : A duplicate of Captain Picard created by + unnamed aliens to aid their effort to study the concepts of authority and + leadership. The false Picard acts like he mistrusts the crew, runs several + efficiency drills, sings in Ten-Forward with his men, reports for a complete + physical on his own whim - something Picard never does - and has dinner + with Beverly. He finally endangers the crew at the Lonka Pulsar before Riker + leads a mutiny. The kidnappers then bring the real Picard back. (ALL) +Picasso : Artist that Picard's work imitates, says Data. (MPR) +Policeman [Fred G. Smith] : He clears the Rutians out of the plaza just at- + tacked by Ansata terrorists. (HGR) +Pulaski, Dr. Katherine : Served as Chief Medical Officer last season. Beverly + is familiar with her mind-erasing technique. (WHO) +"Q" [John deLancie] : The "omnipotent" scourge of the spaceways and Picard's + most resilient nemesis. This time around, Q is stripped of his powers by the + Q Continuum and he chooses to live life as a human - where he realizes that + he makes a terrible one at that. He believes he's really a Klingon at heart, + though this is little comfort to Worf. Eventually, his powers are given back + when he performs a selfless act to save the Enterprise. He tells Guinan that + his IQ is "only" 2005. (DEQ) +"Q2" [Corbin Bernsen, uncredited] : Another Q entity, the one who got Q kicked + out of the Continuum. He acts as Q's judge in the shuttlecraft. (DEQ) +Rabo : A Mintakan hunter. He and Hali find Palmer. (WHO) +Ral, Devinoni [Matt McCoy] : A "hired gun", a negotiator who lends his talents + to other races. In the Barzan Wormhole negotiation, he represents the Chry- + salians. Ral is one quarter Betazoid and possesses empathic powers, and he + also falls in love with Deanna Troi. Age 41, born Brussels, European Alli- + ance, reloacted at 19 to Hurkos Three. He has a "traveling companion" he + sent home before arriving on the Enterprise. His mother was 1/4 Betazoid; + he is the only empath of five children. (PRI) +Riker, Commander William T. [Jonathan Frakes] : First Officer of the Enter- + prise. He relies on Data to transport the Tau Cygna V people to a place + where they can be picked up and orders Geordi and O'Brien to work on the + transporter while Picard is visiting the Sheliak (ENS). He leads the Rana + IV away team and cannot understand why the Uxbridges don't want to leave + the planet (SUR). He and Troi are surgically altered to pass as Mintakans + and Riker is able to rescue Palmer, leaving Troi behind (WHO). He didn't + know Marla Aster that well, but they shared a few times together. He notes + to Data that if everyone felt so keenly about every death, human history + would be a lot less bloody (BON). He argues with Picard about leading the + away team to the Promellian battlecruiser (BTR) and leads the away team to + Galorndon Core himself with Geordi and Worf, where he loses the former to + a pit (ENE). He conducts master classes in poker. When Mendoza is poisoned + by DaiMon Goss, Riker is given the task of negotiating, and eventually he + is pitted directly against Devinoni Ral. Ral underestimates him and his + relationship with Troi, but Ral eventually wins by using his Betazoid abi- + lities. Nevertheless, Bhavani is impressed with his abilities (PRI). He + attempted to help Yuta to stop her mission of destiny, and ended up des- + troying her when he realized she wouldn't give up, something he had a hard + time accepting (VFA). He and Troi interrogate Jarok (DEF) and he tries to + capture Roga Danar when he flees from the brig (HUN). He has a hard time + accepting the terrorists' position when learning of atrocities and dealing + with Alexana Devos, and eventually he and Devos lead a mission into the + Ansata base (HGR). Q notes that he wasn't so stolid before he grew his + beard (DEQ). He is accused of the murder of Dr. Apgar and the loss of the + Tanuga Research Station, but actually, the damage was done by Apgar himself. + Nevertheless, he and Manua Apgar did exchange something whilst on board the + station, but Riker thinks she led him on and she the opposite (MPR). His + position of First Officer becomes part of tactical in the alternate timeline + and he challenges Picard's decisions when he thinks his captain is taking + irrational proposals and considering them, sending the Enterprise-C into + oblivion (YES). He takes personal leave when Data creates Lal, and is + shocked when Lal kisses him in Ten-Forward (OFF). He has a tough time dea- + ling with Kurn; Kurn almost kills him for his insolence (SIN). He challen- + ges the false Picard (ALL) and makes the real one go on shore leave by + joining in Troi's deception that Lwaxana is coming for a visit (CAP). Two + friends of his from his class at the Academy died on Ghorusda, part of the + reason he holds so much hostility toward Tam Elbrun (TIN). His hologram + double gets hit in Ten-Forward; Barclay calls him a pretty mannequin dressed + up in a fancy uniform, full of hot air. Later, he becomes Number One, the + Fourth Musketeer. He *is* very tall, which Troi says could be threatening + to some people. Barclay does *not* amuse him (HOL). He, Worf and Beverly + discover the problem on Beta Agni Two as being artificially created (TOY). + He was a junior officer when he met Deanna, a very serious psychology + student, "the best thing about being assigned to Betazed" (MEN). His quar- + ters are on deck eight. He believes he's lost something when he realizes + he's not the same man he used to be; Troi notes that he's more seasoned, a + little older, more experienced. He starts to slip into Picard's frame of + mind when he is forced into the captaincy of the Enterprise. He has rejec- + ted two other offers to command a ship, and refuses the third, the Melbourne, + especially with the Borg threat (BBW). +Rojay : The traveling companion of Devinoni Ral, a woman who looks bored and + barely acknowledges her surroundings. (PRI) +Russell : An Engineer on the Enterprise who aids Geordi. (TIN) +Sakkath [Rocco Sisto] : Personal assistant to Ambassador Sarek, a stolid Vulcan + man who has actually been acting as a shield, using in his own terms his + limited capabilities to enhance Sarek's mental discipline. His tension and + questions to Data about the stability of the mission eventually convince him + to reveal Sarek's condition to Captain Picard. (SAR) +Sarek, Ambassador [Mark Lenard] : Distinguished Vulcan scholar and one of the + galaxy's most renowned ambassadors, who negotiated the Treaty of Alpha Cyg- + nus Nine, the Coridan admission to the Federation and the Klingon Alliance. + Married two earth women, Amanda and Perrin; Picard met him briefly at his + son's wedding. He later mentioned Spock and Amanda in the past tense. He + is afflicted with Bendii Syndrome, a disease comparable to terran Alzheimer's + disease, which causes loss of emotional control and ability to meditate, + and causes a tear at a Mozart recital and an argument with Captain Picard. + He is able to overcome this with a mind-meld with Picard, and successfully + negotiates a treaty with the Legarans, a final, crowning achievement of his + long career. (SAR; from original series) +Sar, Galek [Albert Hall] : Captain of the Cleponji, the Promellian battle- + cruiser located by the Enterprise. He died at his post, which Worf considers + honorable. (Incorrectly "Galek Dar" in the show's credits). (BTR) +Science Crewman [John H. Francis] : He argues with O'Brien about who's table + he's sitting at in Ten Forward -- due to Sarek's emotional breakdown -- and + eventually causes a bar-brawl. (SAR) +Scientist [Betty Muramoto] : Assistant to Dr. Garin. (DEQ) +Security Officers : Two security officers try to stop the Koinonian spectre + in the Transporter Room to no avail. (BON) Two of them try to take Danar + captive on the Enterprise, but are put off by his extraordinary fighting + ability. (HUN) +Selar, Dr. : On the Enterprise-D, ordered via the loudspeaker to report to + null-G ward, stat. (YES) +Setal, Sublieutenant : -see- Jarok, Admiral +Shapiro : Data plans to study his portrayal of the Henry V role in order to + understand the role better. (DEF) +Shaw, Katik [Marc Buckland] : Waiter at the Rutian plaza attacked by the + Ansata. In actuality, he is a terrorist, presumably the one who set the bomb + when Beverly is kidnapped. (HGR) +Shelby, Lieutenant Commander [Elizabeth Dennehy] : Starfleet Tactical officer, + who took over Borg tactical analysis six months ago and now has her sights + set on the first officership of the Enterprise. Beautiful but calculating, + a good officer but zealous and overeager. She and Riker immediately bump + heads, but Riker realizes he must depend on her when the Enterprise faces + the Borg in a standoff, and Picard is captured. She leads an away team to + the Borg ship to rescue Picard, to no avail, and tries to get Riker to con- + tact Starfleet before he fires the Enterprise's weapon... (BBW) +Sheliak [Mart McChesney] : Leader of the Sheliak vessel; also the one contacted + on Shelius by the Enterprise. (ENS) +Soong, Dr. Noonian : Data's creator. Data is able to continue Soong's work + after attending a cybernetics conference, and creates Lal. (OFF) +Sousa, John Phillip : Composer of "Stars and Stripes Forever". (EVO) +Sovak [Max Grodenchik] : A Ferengi civilian who first bothers Picard arguing + for the "disc", which will lead him to the Tox-Uthat. He believes the + disc -- and the woman, Vash -- are his; he offers Picard his weight in gold + for the disc. He aided Professor Estragon in his explorations at certain + times, especially in situations that weren't quite ethical. When he cannot + find the Uthat in the Risian cave, he tries to dig himself, refusing to give + up....a hopeless cause. (CAP) +Spock : Half-Vulcan son of Sarek, who regrets never being able to tell him that + he loved him. Referred to in the past tense; it is quite possible that + Spock has passed on. Played in the original series by Leonard Nimoy. (SAR) +Stubbs, Dr. Paul [Ken Jenkins] : Astrophysicist studying the Kavis Alpha explo- + sion, a harsh man deadened by science. He says his mother is a formidable + woman he wouldn't want flying around in space with him....a woman of letters, + a great critic. Wesley read his unauthorized biography. He is a great fan + of baseball. Troi says his self portrait is so practiced, so polished. (EVO) +Sunad [Charles Dennis] : Commander of the Zalkonian ship which threatens the + Enterprise. He tries to stop John Doe's transfiguration, but is unable to, + and returns home to warn his fellow dictators. (TRA) +Tataglia : Data has been programmed to reproduce his style, one of over 300 + violinists, for the Mozart concert. Perrin selects Tataglia's style for the + concert when Data asks her. (SAR) +Tayna [Juli Donald] : Dr. Apgar's assistant, with a large beehive hairdo and + quiet demeanor. She gives testimony on Riker's actions aboard the space + station. (MPR) +Technicians : Two workers on the Jovis who try to stop Data and Varria from + escaping. Kivas threatens one with death to stop Data after he kills Varria. + (TOY) +Temarek [Elkanah J. Burns] : Brull has him taste the drink that Marouk offers + to him. When Volnoth dies, he claims his possessions and strips the dead + corpse, disgusting Marouk and the Enterprise away team. (VFA) +Temple, Nurse [Patti Tippo] : Enterprise nurse, who aids Beverly in her at- + tempt to save John's life. (TRA) +Ten-Forward Crew [Diane Moser, Hayne Bayle, Maria Leone, James Becker] : People + in the Ten-Forward lounge when Lal comes to pay a visit to Guinan. (OFF) +Terkim : Guinan's mother's brother, the family misfit. Everyone told Guinan + to stay away from him, which of course she ignored; he was the only member of + the family with a sense of humor. (HOL) +Tholl, Kova [Stephen Markle] : A Mizarian, pacifistic....and cowardly. He is + part of the captive group that includes Picard, Esoqq and the fake Mitena + Haro. He refuses to cooperate with his fellow captors; when he finally does, + he realizes that he was part of the experiment itself, to see how long he + would last before he did cooperate. (ALL) +Thomas, Ensign : On the Enterprise-D, ordered to report to Combat Information + Center, or C.I.C. (YES) +Toff, Palor [Nehemiah Persoff] : Rival trader to Kivas Fajo, of an undisclosed + race. He possesses three nostrils, one of which is an aid to a decorative + gold accessory that wraps his face. (TOY) +Tog, DaiMon [Frank Corsentino] : Ferengi captain of the Krayton, he kidnaps + Lwaxana Troi after falling head first for her. He finds her exotic, and + agrees that she would be a valuable commodity for him in his trade deals. + Riker and Troi are taken with her, leading Tog into what could be a major + interstellar incident. He says that some females say his large ears are + his best feature, and love to give him Oo-mox. (MEN) +Tomalak [Andreas Katsulas] : Romulan commander of the Neutral Zone security + force, he violates the Zone treaty in order to rescue the crash survivors on + Galorndon Core. When Picard refuses to allow him to cross, Tomalak and he + play a deadly game of brinksmanship. (ENE) He also meets Picard at the + Neutral Zone, in charge of the task force led to charge Admiral Jarok with + treason. Picard eventually makes him back down after employing a squadron + of Klingon cruisers. (DEF) +Transporter Technician [Teddy Davis] : She beams Kurn to the Enterprise. (SIN) +Troi, Counselor Deanna [Marina Sirtis] : Lieutenant Commander, USS Enterprise, + the ship's Chief Counselor, resident psychologist and Captain's adjunct. + She begins to sense the nanites as a conscious presence (EVO) and aids Picard + in dealing with the alien Sheliak, including going over the Treaty of Armens + with him to find a loophole (ENS). She is terrorised by Kevin Uxbridge's + mental powers by a music replaying over in her mind; Beverly inhibits nearly + all the activity in her neocortex, but it fails to stop the music (SUR). She + and Riker are altered to pass as Mintakans and enter their culture, but when + Riker saves Palmer, she is left behind (WHO). Staying with a victim and + helping them get through their grief and guilt after death is something she + finds very rewarding (BON). She falls head first for Devinoni Ral, but has + her own motivations questioned by him. She asks Beverly about her feelings, + and decides to go along with them. Eventually, she realizes Ral puts her + in a conflict of interest. She receives an inquiry from the Manitoba Journal + of Interplanetary Psychology, as well as three communiques from her mother, + Lwaxana (PRI). She loves chocolate, especially sundaes and especially when + she is unhappy (PRI,DEQ). She interrogates Jarok but cannot read his mind + (DEF). She doesn't believe Roga Danar is dangerous, a key factor in disco- + vering his true intentions and history (HUN). She is witness to the attack + on the ship and Picard's kidnapping, and tries to help (HGR). She reads + Manua Apgar and Riker and realizes both are telling the truth, from their + own points of view (MPR). She is not present in the alternate timeline + (YES). She counsels Data on his decision to create Lal, and Lal herself on + her choices of gender and appearance, matters of relationships and her own + feelings (OFF). She doesn't realize that when Kurn says he almost killed + Riker in the turbolift, he wasn't kidding; she laughs emphatically (SIN). + She aids Riker in mutinying against the false Picard, but cannot detect any + emotional changes in the doppleganger; she only realizes something is wrong + when he asks her about the crew's reactions to him (ALL). She warns Picard + that her mother may visit the Enterprise, which gets him off and lets him + go on shore leave (CAP). She met Tam Elbrun at the University on Betazed; + she was a student, he was a patient. Elbrun calls her Dee. She cannot un- + derstand why he left Chandra Five (TIN). In Barclay's holodeck projection + she is the Goddess of Empathy, which the real Troi thinks is embarassing + (HOL). She helps Geordi deal with the stress of losing Data (TOY) and Picard + with the stresses of Sarek's emotional breakdown (SAR). She's known Reittan + Grax since she was a child. Her mother thinks she could have made something + of herself were she not in Starfleet. She and Riker are now good friends, + which Lwaxana says is a big mistake (MEN). She fears that Picard may be + lost to the borg, who invade the Enterprise and the Federation (BBW). A + gentle, emotional woman, and Picard's right hand. +Troi, Lwaxana [Majel Barrett] : Betazoid emissary, "daughter of the Fifth + House, holder of the sacred Chalice of Rixx, heir to the Holy Rings of + Betazed". Deanna's theatrical mother, who visits the Enterprise during the + Trade Agreements Conference on Betazed. Her first husband knew Reittan Grax + very well; he was not much of a conversationalist, but a wonderful lover. + She is kidnapped by DaiMon Tog because of her mental powers, and is forced to + accede to his demands, but she is able to overcome him. (MEN) She sent + three communiques to her daughter. (PRI) Deanna notes that she may be + visiting the Enterprise on Starbase 12, which convinces Picard to take a + vacation. (CAP) +Uxbridge, Kevin [John Anderson] : Appearing as an elder human male, he is ac- + tually a Douwd, an immortal being of disguises. He took on the form of a + human male and fell in love with an Earth woman, Rishon, and took her to live + on Rana IV for her final years...unfortunately, she died in the Rana disas- + ter. In retaliation for killing her, Kevin destroyed all Husnocks, the inva- + ders, everywhere. He is a pacifist by nature; his past includes a stay in + New Martim Vaz on earth. He is a specialist in symbiotic plant life, eighty- + five years old (in human disguise). The Uxbridges have been married for 53 + years, and are both botanists. When Rishon first met him, he was a starving + student in a threadbare suit and mismatched shoes. (SUR) +Uxbridge, Rishon [Anne Haney] : Wife of Kevin, eighty-two, a composer of Tao- + classical music, and a botanist; she and Kevin have been on Rana IV for 5 + years, and are from New Martim Vaz on Earth. She died in the Rana attack, + but Kevin - actually a Douwd - brought her image to life. They have been + married for 53 years. She is a gentle woman, but she went to fight the + Husnock - her final mistake. When Kevin first met her, she was traveling + with her parents, and asked him to marry her two hours after they met. (SUR) +Van Gogh, Vincent : -see- Starry Night (in Subject Guide) +Varria [Jane Daly] : Zibalian aide to Kivas Fajo. She knows he has no moral + difficulties whatsoever, but is 'owned' by him. Data is able to win her + over when he risks his life for her, but she is killed by Fajo with a Varon- + T disruptor when she tries to escape. She has been with Fajo for fourteen + years; she was barely an adult when he found her, idealistic, naive, full of + dreams. (TOY) +Vash [Jennifer Hetrick] : A curious woman who first bumps into Picard by pas- + sionately kissing him trying to escape the Ferengi, Sovak. She served as + personal assistant to Professor Samuel Estragon for the last five years of + his life, and when he died, took up the pursuit of the Tox-Uthat. She + takes Sovak's money to come to Risa and doublecrosses the Ferengi. In actu- + ality, she wants to make a sizeable profit with the Uthat....but doesn't + count on Picard, or the fact that she falls for him. (CAP) +Volnoth [Marc Lawrence] : One of the last members of the Lornack clan, he is + killed by a microvirus transmitted by Yuta. He recognizes Yuta right before + his death. (VFA) +Violinist : Serenades Geordi and Christy on the holodeck. (BTR) +Wagnor [Andrew Bickell] : Pilot of the Angosian transport sent to bring Danar + back to Lunar Five. (HUN) +Waiter : -see- Shaw, Katik +Warren, Dr. Mary [Lois Hall] : Scientist injured in the Mintaka station explo- + sion. Her wounds are terminal; she later dies in Enterprise's sickbay. (WHO) +Washington, George : Kyril Finn compares himself to Washington, and the Ansata + to the Americans fighting for independence in the Revolutionary War. (HGR) +Williams, Ensign : Officer in art class with Picard. Data says his striking + style is heavily influenced by geometric constructivism. (MPR) +Williams, Michael [Patrick Stewart] : A character from the Henry V simulation + that Data undertakes. (Stewart plays this as a cameo) (DEF) +Women : Two women in bikinis appear with their arms around Riker on Q's whim. + When he refuses, Q moves them - literally - to Worf. (DEQ) +Worf, Lieutenant [Michael Dorn] : Chief of Security, USS Enterprise, a staunch + Klingon with a strict attention to his duty and his shipmates. According + to Picard, the renegade Andorians in the Triangulum System never had to con- + tend with his thoroughness (SUR). He lost his parents when he was six. He + feels guilty over Marla's death because he led the away team on which she + died, and joins with Jeremy in the R'uustai, or "bonding" (BON). He didn't + play with toys as a child, especially ships in bottles (BTR). He is the + only compatible ribosome match with Patakh, and because of family honor, he + refuses to aid the Romulan. His hatred stems from the fact that a Romulan + attack killed his parents. According to Picard, he wouldn't ever complain + about Picard's judgment even if he had cause to do so (ENE). Jarok likes + him; he's got an attitude (DEF). He is hit and nearly killed by an Ansata + attack (HGR). He obviously doesn't like bathing, but Q thinks he'll hate + it even more (DEQ). Guinan says it wouldn't hurt him to look for a little + companionship; he says that he would require a Klingon woman. He believes + prune juice "a warrior's drink". He is not present when the timeline alters, + which is perfectly understandable (YES). Troi notes that if Lal selects a + Klingon guise he will be a friend for Worf (OFF). His brother is Kurn; + he is the son of Mogh, and was orphaned as one of the two survivors of the + Khitomer Massacre; he was told by Klingon High Command that he had no living + relatives. He answers for the accusations toward Mogh by going to the + Klingon homeworld and challenging the verdict. He and his nurse, Kahlest, + were the only survivors of the Khitomer Massacre. His sash is ripped off + him by Duras, but he nevertheless has another one back on the ship. He + accepts discommendation in order to save the Empire and one day continue + the struggle, but in doing so, Kurn is lost to him (SIN). He aids Riker in + mutinying against the false Picard (ALL). Riker and Picard both select him + to replace Data after he is supposedly killed....the second time he has had + to do it (TOY). He is mortally injured, yet is saved by John (TRA). He + tries to help Picard by charging the energy screen put up by the Borg, but + fails, and takes it personally (BBW). A strong, dedicated professional. +Wright, Lieutenant : An oriental officer in art class with Picard. Data says + she has effectively fused the incongruities of the surrealists with the ir- + rationality of Dadaism. (MPR) +Yar, Lieutenant Natasha "Tasha" [Denise Crosby] : The Enterprise's former secu- + rity chief, who died at Vagra Two during the ship's first year of duty. A + strong, robust woman with a shrouded past, well liked and remembered by her + fellow crewmates. In the alternate timeline, she never died; straight out + of the Academy, on the Enterprise for four years - and feeling lucky to have + gotten the assignment - she remained security chief in the Federation's war + with the Klingon Empire. Only on Guinan's intuition does she transfer to + the Enterprise-C, after the wizened woman informs her of her meaningless + death in the other timeline. Though she is presumably killed in battle when + the Enterprise-C returns to Narendra Three, 22 years ago, it gives her death + meaning, and dignity. (YES) Data doesn't detect the same feelings of + absence he associates with her death when Marla Aster dies. (BON) The holo- + gram of Tasha that Data holds as one of his most prized possessions is found + by Geordi and Wesley when they pack his belongings. Worf had problems re- + placing her, as he does when he must also replace Data. (TOY) +Yari : A Mintakan; Nuria sends him and Hali after Riker. (WHO) +Yuta [Lisa Wilcox] : The Chef and taster to Sovereign Marouk of Acamar III, she + is the last survivor of the Tralesta Clan. Yuta was chosen to seek revenge + against the Lornack clan; her cells were altered, her aging slowed, in order + to carry it out. Riker discovers her secret by extrapolating from a photo- + graph of the Penthor-Mul trial; he tries to stop her from killing Chorgon, + the last Lornack, but has to kill her in doing so. She is a sad siren, + her destiny chosen for her, but regrets what she has to do. (VFA) +Zayner [J. Michael Flynn] : Aide to Prime Minister Nayrok. (HUN) + +==== SUBJECT INDEX ============================================================ +Acamarian Brandy : A delicacy Chorgon has not tasted in a long time. (VFA) +Acamarian Database : Transmitted to the Enterprise. Riker is able to discover + the "missing link" in Volnath's murder through examination of this. (VFA) +Acamarians : Residents of Acamar Three. They are endowed with an unusual + iron-copper composite blood type, unique to them. The Gatherers, a tribe + of nomadic raiders, split off from their culture a century before. (VFA) +Access Code : Needed to access Ferengi computers on the Krayton. Tog's begins + with Code Keh-ee Yoor-ee Dah-teh-ee....but Farek cuts him off, realizing + Lwaxana's nefarous game. (MEN) +Aceton Assimilators : Devices that feed on raw power, then convert that power + to radiation and throw it back to the original supply. They were used by the + Menthars as booby traps; the Cleponji was ensnared in it a millenium ago and + the Enterprise is caught in it as well. (BTR) +Advanced Genetics : Wesley's nanite studies is his final project for his Ad- + vanced Genetics course. (EVO) +Age of Ascension : -see- Klingon Age of Ascension +Aldabren Exchange : A move Riker makes to finish off his chess game with Nibor + in Ten-Forward. (MEN) +Ale : The false Picard orders a round of ales for everyone in Ten-Forward, and + begins singing, a clear sign of his problematic nature. (ALL) +Algolian Ceremonial Rhythms : Chimes played at the closing ceremonies of the + Trade Agreements Conference on the Enterprise. Riker duplicates them via + subspace static to signal the Enterprise. (MEN) +Alliance, Klingon/Federation : Picard notes that the alliance is not based on + lies, but K'mpec refuses to give in, refusing to destroy the Empire for one + family's honor. Picard must test his resolve in dealing with the situation + of the trial on the Klingon homeworld. (SIN) +Alternate Timeline : Created by the temporal rift and the subsequent escape of + the Enterprise-C through it from the Narendra Three encounter. It was a dar- + ker, militaristic atmosphere, caused by 22 years of war with the Klingons, + who evidentally believed that Narendra was leveled by the Federation instead + of the true culprits, the Romulans. In the alternate timeline, Tasha Yar is + still alive, Picard recites Military Logs, Wesley is a full Ensign, Troi and + Worf are absent, Guinan's Ten-Forward is a mess room, and the Enterprise-D + is a battleship. Here, Starfleet is losing to the Klingons; analysts say + that defeat is imminent, within six months - already the Federation has lost + half of Starfleet to them, even though when the Enterprise-C battled at Na- + rendra Three the Federation was negotiating for peace. Forty billion people + have already died in the war by the time the Enterprise-C comes through the + rift. (YES) +Anastazine : A anti-personnel gas; Picard has Data flood the Cargo Bays with + anastazine at 70 parts per million to put Danar to sleep. (HUN) +Andorians : A Starfleet Admiral once said that a group of renegade Andorians + in the Triangulum system had completely disappeared from a system. In actu- + ality, they dismantled their ship and hid it. Picard compares that to the + disappearance of the Husnock vessel. (SUR) Lal narrows its choices on gen- + der and appearance to four, one of which is an Andorian female, which would + be the only one on board the Enterprise. (OFF) They wish to bid for the + shipment of Tellurian spices Kivas Fajo has offered; they've had four days, + and interrupt Fajo when he is questioning Data. (TOY) +Angosian Alteration : The process of psychological manipulation and biochemical + conditioning, using cryptobiolin, triclenidil, macrospentol and a few things + Troi doesn't even recognize. The process alters cell structur and turns an + otherwise normal man into a perfect soldier and killing machine. (HUN) +Ansata : Terrorist separatists fighting for autonomy and self-determination + for their homeland on the western continent of the planet Rutia Four. It is + led by Kyril Finn. They have been fighting for seventy years against the + Rutian eastern continent. The Rutians believe they consist of only some two + hundred members, but they have a list of over five thousand Ansata suppor- + ters. Once, an Ansata bomb destroyed sixty children in a shuttlebus, which + makes Police Chief Devos hate them more, even though they claim the intended + targed was a police transport. Their base is some 300 kilometers from the + capital city, on the southern tip of the continent. (HGR) +Anthropological Station : Located on Mintaka Three, populated by three Federa- + tion Anthropological Field Team scientists. Their reactor produces 4.2 + gigawatts, enabling them to power their "duck blind", a hologrammatic image + that keeps them hidden. (WHO) +Anti-Grav Unit : A system being plagued by failures, due to the invidium leak + from the tissue sample containers. (HOL) +Apnex Sea : A place on Romulus that Jarok comments on; he will never be able to + see the spires of his home rising above the Apnex Sea again. (DEF) +Arboretum : There is one on the Enterprise, which Wes takes Suzanne Dumont to + on a date, instead of the Mozart Recital. (SAR) Geordi later visits here + on a date with Christy (TRA). +Arcturian Fizz : A drink that Lwaxana says has certain pleasure-enhancing + qualities; she is going to use it to get Tog's access code, but fails. (MEN) +Artonian Lasers : Found at the Gatherer encampment on Gamma Hromi II. (VFA) +Auto-Destruct Sequencer : Jarok sets this on his ship before he leaves, so + that it would not be picked apart for its secrets. (DEF) +Barzan Wormhole : An interdimensional passage to points in other parts of the + galaxy, the only stable wormhole known to exist. It appears approximately + every 233 minutes due to radiation buildup in the accretion disk. It is a + shortcut to the Gamma Quadrant, "available for the right price". It origi- + nally delivered a Barzan probe beyond the Denkiri Arm in Gamma which would + take 100 years at Warp 9 to reach. Geordi detects meson and lepton increases + when he and Data journey through it and the Ferengi shuttle is marooned when + the other side changes location. It is eventually realized to be a dry well, + worthless, "a proverbial lemon". (PRI) +Baseball : Once, centuries ago, it was the beloved national pasttime of the + Americans....now lost to impatience, abandoned. Stubbs is a great fan of + old baseball, and has memories statistics to play out seasons in his own + mind. He compares his project to baseball; because of the Enterprise's mal- + functions, his is a game postponed 196 years on account of rain. Later, + Stubbs is thinking about baseball - with Lockman on first, Dark on second, + Thompson at the plate and Branca on the mound - when he is attacked by the + nanites personally. (EVO) +Basotile : The very first Basotile, a piece of art, was created centuries ago; + it is now owned by Fajo, and it is priceless. (TOY) +Battle Bridge : Located on Deck Eight. Riker and Shelby go there to prepare + for a possible saucer separation. (BBW) +Belzoidian Flea : Q could have chosen to become this instead of a human. (DEQ) +Bendii Syndrome : A rare disease that sometimes affects Vulcans over the age of + two-hundred, which is caught by Sarek. The disease causes a complete emo- + tional breakdown of the man, and he begins projecting his emotions to other + people, nearly destroying the conference with the Legarans that he has come + to the Enterprise to commence. A culture from his metathalmus is conclusive + but the results will take several days....too long. There has not been a + case of Bendii Syndrome in Sarek's lifetime, until now, and its effects are + irreversible. (SAR) +Berthold Rays : A form of radiation that breaks down organic tissue (from ori- + ginal series episode "This Side of Paradise); a light bombardment of broad- + band Berthold rays measuring 75 rems - like a soft medical scan - is used as + a probe by the Calamarain. (DEQ) +Betazoids : Inhabitans of Betazed, a Federation member planet. Betazoids are + unable to read Ferengi minds. (MEN) +Betazoid Telepathy : In most Betazoids telepathic gifts develop at adolescence, + but for unknown reasons occasionally Betazoids are born telepathic; the noise + is overwhelming, incomprehensible - and painful - to a child. Tam Elbrun is + one such individual. (TIN) +Bioplast Sheeting : Something Data is composed of. (TOY) +Blood Sample : A sample taken from a makeshift dagger is a rare iron/copper + composite, unique to Acamarians. It leads Picard to discern that the scien- + tific colony was raided by Gatherers. (VFA) +Board of Inquiry : The False Picard questions Riker, asking if he believes if + he can convince a board of Inquiry that he is right to remove him from + command. Riker doesn't believe so, but does it anyway. (ALL) +Bolians : Inhabitants of Bolius Nine, basically humanoid but possessing a ridge + down the middle of their head, as well as green-tinted skin. They maintain + an uneasy truce with the Moropa. Mitena Haro is one, as well as Captain + Rixx (from the first season, "Conspiracy"). (ALL) +Bombs, Koinonian : Six in all found on the planet, including the one that + killed Marla Aster. They are subspace proximity detonators, undetectable by + tricorders. Five are deactivated; the sixth one, the one that exploded, was + not found by the Koinonian energy aliens. The five had been pulled out of + the ground and diffused. (BON) +Bonding, The : -see- R'uustai +Book : One of Data's possessions, given to him by the Captain. It was an old + leather-bound book. (TOY) +Books, Picard's : He takes with him "Ulysses" by James Joyce and "Ethics, + Sophistry and the Alternate Universe" by Ving Kuda. (CAP) +Borg : Cybernetically enhanced humanoids from another part of the galaxy, and + the most deadly adversary faced by the Federation. Originally encountering + the Enterprise in a distant system, placed there by Q ("Q Who," last season) + they decimate the Jouret Four outpost and then turn their sights toward the + Federation. The Borg kidnap Picard to be their speaker, and head for Earth. + Ruthless, calculating, lacking any respect for life. The Federation has been + working on new weapons to combat them, but they are still 18 to 24 months + away. In their attack, they kill eleven, with eight more unaccounted for. + (BBW) +Bottles, Ships In : Picard built these as a child -- he comments that he pro- + bably had a Promellian battlecruiser in one. Worf, Riker and Data never did + this, but Chief O'Brien says he did. (BTR) +Brinksmanship : A dangerous game, notes Picard, a game that he and Tomalak must + play over Galorndon Core. (ENE) +Bubblegum : The Roger Maris trading card that Fajo owns has had its bubblegum + scent preserved. (TOY) +Calamarain : A race of ionized gas that Q tormented - he says they "simply have + no sense of humor". They in turn take their revenge on Q when he is forced + to become human, and when Q gets his powers back....he spares them on Q2's + insistence. (DEQ) +Caldonians : Competitors (though presumably not very forcibly) of the UFP. A + society committed to pure research. When Leyor, their representative, with- + draws, Riker tries to make a deal for their Trillium 323 and offer it to the + Barzans, but the deal has already been made with the Chrysalians. (PRI) +Captain's Mess : Picard hosts a dinner with his senior officers and Kurn in + the dining room, serving replicated turkey and some caviar he has saved from + Earth. (SIN) +Cargo Bays : Danar confronts a security team in the main cargo bays, Deck 38 + (HUN). Geordi orders Barclay to report to Cargo Bay 5, where the tissue + samples are located (HOL). A radiation burst outside Cargo Bay 12 on Deck + 39 is the first hint of Krieger waves (MPR). There is an escape pod in the + aft cargo bay of the Jovis (TOY). +Caviar : A delicacy from Earth's Caspian Sea that Picard holds as a personal + favorite of his. The replicators have never done it justice, so Picard + managed to store a few cases aboard for special occasions. (SIN) +Cetacean Ops : On the Enterprise, Dr. Joshua Kim is ordered here via the loud- + speaker. (YES) +Cha'DIch : A defender of Klingon accused. When a Klingon stands accused of + something - like Worf does in challenging the judgment against his father - + he is not allowed combat; the cha'DIch handles such matters. Worf selects + Kurn as his cha'DIch, then when Kurn is wounded, Picard is selected. (SIN) +Chair, Data's : A place of 'honor' that Fajo has prepared for the captive Data, + which becomes a symbol of Data's strength of will. By threatening Varria, + and therefore, life itself, Data is forced to sit in the chair. (TOY) +Chalice of Rixx : Lwaxana is its holder; in actuality, it is an old clay pot + with mold growing inside it. (MEN) +Chalnoth : The inhabitants of Chalna, Esoqq is one of them. His name means + "fighter" in the Chalnoth language. They despise law and government; they + are strong, obeying no one. Tholl charges that they live in anarchy, mur- + dering each other. (ALL) +Champagne : Ral orders this "for two", he and Deanna. (PRI) +Chandrans : Inhabitants of Chandra Five. Peaceful, untroubled people, with + glacial minds; they have a lovely three-day ritual for saying "Hello". (TIN) +Cheron, Battle Of : The Federation victory over the Romulan Empire, presumably + the Romulan War of two centuries before. The humiliating defeat of the + Romulans has not been forgotten by Romulan leaders. (DEF) +Chess : When Picard calls for the computer to identify the malfunctions, it + responds with chess moves - "pawn to king three, knight to rook four, queen + to bishop three" and so forth (EVO). Picard compares Romulan strategy and + tactics to chess: "it is always a chess game with them, isn't it?" (DEF). + Riker defeats Nibor with the Queen's Gambit and the Aldabren Exchange on + the Enterprise in thirty moves; he later notes that he could have beaten + him even in twenty. Later, when he is captive, Riker points out from his + cell that Nibor's opponent is two moves away from mating him. Riker has the + chance to play him again, which he uses to escape. (MEN) +Chocolate : A favorite of Troi's when she is upset - she asks for one from the + computer, not one of its "perfectly synthesized, ingeniously enhanced imita- + tions". She also comments to Riker that she hopes there is some chocolate + around in Ten-Forward. (PRI) When Data tells Q of Troi's predilection for + chocolate when she is in an unhappy mood, he orders ten sundaes - he's + "really upset". (DEQ) +Chrysalians : A neutral race, not as powerful as the Federation but enjoying + peace for 10 generations. Ral represents them at the Barzan negotiations, as + he has represented them before in other deals. (PRI) +Chula, Valley Of : A location on Romulus. (DEF) +Class One Probes : Picard sends one to Nelvana Three to monitor it, but the + probe fails to find anything. (DEF) Picard orders one be left to monitor + the final closure of the temporal rift, in the normal timeline. (YES) +Class Two Probe : The hytritium is loaded aboard one in order to deliver it + to the tricyanate water contamination, launched from the Enterprise. (TOY) +Class Three Probe : The neutrino beacon sent down to Galorndon Core is put + aboard one of these. (ENE) +Cloaking Device : Used by both the Romulans and the Klingons. Their use is + given away by a visible distortion. (DEF) +Cloth, Mintakan : Ornament given Picard as a gift by Nuria and the young Haki. + It is later seen draped over his chair when he is in the midst of the mind- + meld with Sarek. (WHO,SAR) +Cochrane Distortion : -see- Signals, Subspace +Coco-No-no : An exotic drink that Geordi offers to Christy. (BTR) +Colony Operations : The location on Rana that first sends out a distress call, + then goes emissions quiet. Picard asks Data to call them first. (SUR) +Combat Date : -see- Military Log +Combat Information Center : Location on the Enterprise, where Ensign Thomas + is ordered to via the intercom. (YES) +"Commodore" : Geordi's nickname for Bochra, the Romulan crash survivor. (ENE) +Communication : Troi notes that communication is remarkable between alien lan- + guages, as evidenced in her sezmareth example. (ENS) +Computer Core : Geordi calls up cross sections of the computer core processor + 451, elements 0200 through 0300. At element 299 there is a visible lesion, + leading him to discover the nanite infestation. (EVO) +Conference Room : Location on the Enterprise; it is filled with a tank with an + alien substance for the Legarans. Sarek orders that the walls be bare, that + the tables and other furniture be removed. (SAR) +Containment Field : Part of the Enterprise's engines, containing the antimat- + ter. Hits on the Enterprise-D from the Klingons cause a breakdown of the + containment field generator, which threatens to destroy the Enterprise. Pre- + sumbly if the alternate timeline continued, it would have. (YES) +Control Booth : Located above the shuttlebay, John Doe tries to control the + bay from here and launch in the El-Baz shuttle. (TRA) +Coolant : A coolant leak is detected in engineering, contributing to the break- + down of the Enterprise's containment field generator. (YES) +Correllium Fever : An outbreak of this disease has happened on Nahmi Four, and + the tissue samples donated by the Mikulaks may be the only aid to curing it. + (HOL) +Country Medicine : Beverly uses a little old-fashioned country medicine to help + Patakh; keep the fever down, try to let the body heal itself. (ENE) +Cryonetrium : Geordi has Picard flood the injector pathway conduits with ga- + seous cryonetrium, to lower the temperature to -200 degrees Celsius to make + the invidium contamination inert. (HOL) +Cryptobiolin : -see- Angosian Alteration. +Cybernetics Conference : Data attended one, which led to his creation of Lal. + There was a new submicron transfer technology introduced at the conference, + which Data discovered could be used to lay down complex neural net pathways, + thereby continuing Dr. Soong's work. (OFF) +Dachlyds : Neighbors of the planet Gemaris Five, Picard mediated a trade dis- + pute between the two cultures. They are very stubborn people. (CAP) +Damage Control Team Alpha : Geordi orders them to report to Engineering level + three in the alternate timeline. (YES) +Daystrom Institute : Vash says she is going to prevent the Tox-Uthat to this; + in actuality, she is going to sell it, but doesn't get the option. (CAP) +Daystrom Institute Theoretical Propulsion Group : Part of the Daystrom Insti- + tute of Technology; this area is where Brahms graduated. (BTR) +D'daridex-Class : -see- Romulan Warbirds (in Ship Index) +Deflector : Geordi and Wesley and the Engineering team alter the main deflector + dish in an effort to channel a massive burst of energy at the Borg...the + use of which will necessitate the lower three decks of the saucer and the + forward half of the secondary hull. As Picard/Locutus speaks, Riker prepares + to use it... (BBW) +Demon : Lwaxana Troi purposely calls Tog a Demon instead of a DaiMon, his pro- + per title. (MEN) +Denkirs : Units of measurement, used by Fajo to measure finoplak. (TOY) +Dicosilium : The Enterprise brings this material to Dr. Apgar on the Tanuga + Research Station. He makes a note of telling Riker that the delivery wasn't + scheduled for another three months. (MPR) +Dilithium Chamber : Says Brahms, it is possible to reorient the dilithium + crystals by adjusting their lattice structure direction. She further adds + that this is a feature that will be added to the next class of ship. Geordi + is able to reorient them to add power to the Enterprise's shields. This was + created at Outpost Seran-T-1. (BTR) +Dimensional Shifter : A revolutionary new device created by the Ansata to + "invert" themselves and instantaneously transport anywhere around the planet + Rutia. The side effects are warped DNA and rapidly decaying health. The + Rutian police has no clue as to how it works, even though they have captured + several of them. It cannot be detected by Rutian sensors or those aboard + the Enterprise. (HGR) +Director : Title on a Sheliak vessel, analogous to Captain. (ENS) +Disc : A device that Sovak wants and believes Picard has. Actually, Vash + slips it into his robe. When Picard discovers it, he uses it to bargain with + Vash to take him along on her expedition....the disc contains the notes of + Professor Samuel Estragon on his journey to find the Tox-Uthat. In actuality + there are two discs; Vash uses the second one, a duplicate, to lead Sovak + astray. (CAP) +Discommendation : The final act Worf faces to save the Klingon Empire. He + stands before the High Council and accepts their judgment and banishment + from the Empire in order to one day return to prove his father's innocence. + Worf accepts it before the Council, and his brother. (SIN) +Dispersal Pattern Sierra : An Enterprise-D targeting pattern for photon tor- + pedoes. (YES) +Disruptors : Romulan weapons, which Tomalak eventually does not use to fire + on the Enterprise. (ENE) Used on the Enterprise in the Tin Man incident + (TIN). +Distribution Nodes : Parts of the Borg vessel that help power distribution so + that it doesn't lose power to any point; Beverly, Worf, Shelby and Data beam + over to knock some out. (BBW) +Douwd : An immortal being of disguises and false surroundings, one of whom + has lived in this galaxy for thousands of years and finally metamorphosized + into the form of Kevin Uxbridge. (SUR) +Duck Blind : -see- Anthropological Station +Duranium : The Enterprise's interior walls are made out of this; the Krieger + radiation is capable of making a hole in it. (MPR) The test object that + O'Brien uses in the transporter room is made of duranium, yet it is decimated + when the transporter fails. (HOL) +Earl Grey : Tea, Picard's favorite; he offers it to Hanson. (BBW) +Early Bird : Data does not understand Shelby's joke about the early bird get- + ting the worm; he notes that there are no known avifaunal or crawling vermi- + cular lifeforms on Jouret Four. (BBW) +"Egg" : Stubbs' pet name for his scientific unit, a pod that will study the + Kavis Alpha explosion at close range. (EVO) +Elway Theorem : Has to do with dimensional shifting; according to Data, it was + proved to be entirely inaccurate, and all research was abandoned by the mid- + 23rd century. Elway used an isolated field coil like the Ansata's dimensio- + nal shifters used. It is this theorem that helps Wesley, Data and Geordi + detect Ansata movements. (HGR) +Engineering : Hit by the Borg's weapons; the computer notes a decompression + danger in deck 36, section four, and seals main engineering. (BBW) +Enterprise Corridors : Danar takes flight in the corridors and Jefferies tubes + of the Enterprise. He opens access panel K-12, J-9, Deck 30; flees to Shut- + tlebay Two; flees again to tube J-4 on Deck 14; opens a panel in tube N-11, + Deck 38; flees to the cargo bays and then escapes. An explosion in tube + section T-95 makes all sensors go inoperative. (HUN) +Enterprise Shields : At 20 million kilometers from the Lonka Pulsar, the En- + terprise's shields will be effective for only eighteen minutes (ALL). Geordi + increases the shield output to cut off the Koinonians (BON). +Enterprise Systems : The inertia dampeners on the Enterprise fail because of + the nanite infestation. There has not been a system-wide technological + failure on a starship in 79 years. (EVO) The Koinonian energy creatures + tap the Enterprise's matter/antimatter field in order to power the image of + Jeremy's Earth home and the spectre of Marla. Geordi increases the shields, + which momentarily cut them off. (BON) The Main Power Return and Secondary + Power Boost are affected by the Menthar booby traps. The dilithium crystal + chamber is reconfigured by Geordi and Leah Brahms (-see- Dilithium Chamber). + Circuits L-452 to L-575 will accept the reactants from this reconfiguration. + (BTR) Barclay says he has been planning to run diagostics on the ship's + graviton invertor circuits to find out what happened to the anti-grav unit. + Meanwhile, Geordi has his people realign the magnetic capacitors in both the + matter and antimatter injectors, as well as do the flow regulator maintenance + at the same time. When Barclay says that he'll check for a surge in the + transfer coils, Wesley notes that a coil surge wouldn't result in field dis- + sipation; he aught to take a look at the flux capacitor. There are over + 4000 power systems on the Enterprise that need to be checked. Finally, the + antimatter flow regulators fail and the Enterprise speeds out of control. + Duffy suggests attempting a magnetic quench of the fusion pre-burners, + but Geordi already tried it. Wesley suggests that the fuel inlet servos are + caught in cycle, but Geordi explains that the swirl dampers would be frozen + too, and they aren't. The injectors are simply jammed, due to the invidium + leak. Geordi and Barclay are able to reverse it and save the ship. (HOL) + Adding preprocessors to the neutrino counters on the ship boosted efficiency + by eleven percent, an adjustment made by Wesley. (MEN) +European Alliance : A country on 24th century Earth. Devinoni Ral was born + here, in Brussels. (PRI) +Extradition : In Federation regulations, if an officer is within a planet's + jurisdiction, the Captain will decide if extradition is warranted. This + helps Picard keep Riker aboard the ship to find out the truth. (MPR) +Felodesine Chip : A small, orange-colored wafer containing a deadly poison + that Jarok ingests when he realizes his defection was for nothing, killing + him. (DEF) +Ferengi : They have never been able to attend the Trade Agreements Conferences + until it is held on Betazed, and presumably will never again. Ferengi fe- + males "do not deserve the honor of clothing". Ears are their most erogenous + zone, especially when "giving Oo-mox". (MEN) They added pearls to Veltan + Sex Idols to increase their value. (TOY) +Ferengi Book of Etiquette : Riker jokes that Tog must have missed the chapter + in this about the value Starfleet has for its officers. (MEN) +Ferengi Physiology : Data explains the Betazoids' inability to read Ferengi + minds because their brains are composed of four different somethings that + he's unable to specify; Picard cuts him off, as usual. (MEN) +Finoplak : Fajo uses this solvent to dissolve Data's uniform, though it will + not damage his skin. He orders 100 denkirs of it from his replicator. (TOY) +Flirting : "Visual reconnaissance" as Lal calls to it; Guinan points out that + it leads to kissing, holding hands and other things that she'd rather have + Data explain. (OFF) +Flux Capacitor : An Enterprise technical system; called "flow capacitor" in the + script. (An injoke borrowed from "Buckaroo Banzai".) (HOL) +Food Disk : Shaped like a hockey puck, the alien captors that kidnap Picard, + Tholl, Esoqq and Haro. Esoqq cannot eat it; it is therefore a test to see + if they can relate to the situation. (ALL) +Food Replicators : Jarok orders water at twelve onkians from one, but it is + calibrated to the Celsius metric system (DEF). Deanna and Devinoni Ral + order champagne from one (PRI). The Enterprise's complement can provide + just about anything to anyone. Riker offers to show Yuta how to use them to + make Acamarian dishes; Marouk orders a glass of water, five degrees. (VFA) +Food Slot : Food replicator, one of which malfunctions in sickbay, because of + the nanite infestation. (EVO) +Footprint : The Borg's magnetic resonance traces, or "footprint," are detected + in the remnants of the Jouret Four colony. (BBW) +Forcefields : Located at corridor junctions on the Enterprise; Picard orders + that two, A and B on Deck 8, be activated to contain Jeremy Aster and the + Marla Aster spectre to their quarters. (BON) Both Fajo and Varria wear + force field generators on their belts, proximity-actuated fields that impede + positron flow. Very useful for warding off intruders...and Data. (TOY) +Fungilli : An Italian dish that Brahms makes exceedingly well. (BTR) +Gal Ga'thong, Firefalls Of : A place on Romulus. (DEF) +Gamma Field : A low level gamma field reduces the nanites' processing speed. + A larger burst of gamma rays destroys a large portion of the species. (EVO) +Gamma Sequence : An Enterprise evasive maneuver. (YES) +Gatherers : A tribe of nomadic raiders who left their homeworld Acamar Three a + century ago after blood feuds ravaged the planet. The Gatherers have raided + many planets in the vicinity of Acamar; they disrupt trade routes. The last + attempt to offer amnesty to them by the Acamarians was 18 years ago. Chor- + gon, the leader of the Gatherers, demands autonomy for his people as well + as three seats on the ruling council if his people are to return. (VFA) +Gemarians : Picard mediated a trade dispute between them and their neighbors, + the Dachlyds. They are incredibly stubborn people. (CAP) +Ghorusda Disaster : An incident that took place on the planet Ghorusda. Forty + seven people were killed, including the captain of the Adelphi and two + friends of Riker's from his class at the Academy. It was a first contact + situation, and Tam Elbrun feels very guilty about it. (TIN) +Gold : DaiMon Goss offers a large sum of gold bars to Premier Bhavani in addi- + tion to matching any offer for the Wormhole. (PRI) +Gomtuu : -see- Tin Man +Greenlaw-Huffman Scheme : -see- Signals, Subspace +Grizellas : Named by Picard to be the arbitors in the Treaty of Armens "third + party arbitration" clause. Since they are currently in a hybernation cycle + for six months, the Sheliaks concede to Picard. (ENS) +Gulag : Picard compares the Angosian prison of Lunar Five to the gulags of post + World War Two. (HUN) +Gypsy Violins : Geordi comments to Leah that he won't be using these when he + sees her next; he tried unsuccessfully with Christy. (BTR) +H-Class Planets : Under the Treaty of Armens, humans may be removed from them + at the discretion of the Sheliak Corporate in the disputed areas. (ENS) +Henry V : Data undertakes the role of Henry V in the holodeck, being directed + by Picard. Data (as Henry) regers to serving under Thomas Erpingham. (DEF) +Holding Bay : An undisclosed location where it first appears Picard, Esoqq, + Kova Tholl and Mitena Haro are brought by alien captors. They are put + through a series of tests, including food poisonous to Esoqq, a door that + will not open without mutual cooperation, and the fact that Haro is really + a fake, in order to test their resolve....while they test the concepts of + authority and leadership on the Enterprise. (ALL) +Holodeck : Geordi creates a beach in the holodeck to romance Christy Henshaw, + to no avail. Later, he recreates the design rooms of the Utopia Planitia + shipyards there as well as creates a facsimile of Enterprise designer Dr. + Leah Brahms to aid him (holodeck room 3). Only a ship's captain can over- + ride holodeck operation (BTR). Data replays the role of Henry V in the + holodeck (DEF). Barclay recreates Ten-Forward, Troi's office and a pastoral + glade in the holodeck to escape reality (HOL). Data recreates Romulus for + Admiral Jarok (DEF). Picard uses the holodeck to recreate the events lea- + ding up to the explosion of the Tanuga Research Station, in order to clear + Riker's name (MPR). Lal selects her identity in the holodeck with Data and + Troi (OFF). +Holodeck Program 9 : Barclay has the computer wipe all simulations but this + one....his only remaining fantasy world. (HOL) +Holodeck Program 15 : The glade setting, where Troi is the goddess of empathy, + Beverly is a young maiden, Wesley the Blue Boy, and Picard, Data, Geordi + and Riker all Musketeers. (HOL) +Holodeck, Re-Creation : The Tanugan Research Station is recreated by Data on + the holodeck, by taking testimony from the Away team and from witnesses pro- + vided by Inspector Krag. It requires design specifications, full orthogra- + phic representations of the Krieger equipment and visual representations of + and voice analyses of the persons involved. Programming takes Data, Geordi + and Wesley eighteen hours. Unfortunately, in recreating the specs, they + also recreate Apgar's equipment, which is a key element in saving Riker's + career. According to Data, the recreation has a nominal 8.7 percent margin + of error. (MPR) +"Holodiction" : Addiction to the holodeck, which Geordi says that Barclay can + write the book on. Geordi also notes that Barclay's use of the holodeck is + kind of therapeutic, a sentiment that Troi echoes. (HOL) +Honesty : "Excessive honesty can be disastrous," says Picard. Data puts that + to the test on Tau Cygna V when he uses reverse psychology to convince the + colonists to leave. (ENS) +Horga'hn : A Risian statuette; a large rotund idol made of stone. Riker asks + Picard to bring him back one. The Horga'hn is the Risian symbol of sexua- + lity; to own one is to call forth its powers, to display one is to announce + that one is seeking Jamaharohn. (CAP) +Hornbuck : A Mintakan animal; Rabo and Hali were hunting on the third ridge for + one and found Palmer. (WHO) +Hoverball : A sport with a hovering ball that seems to annoy Picard. Joval + tells him she has yet to master the sport. (CAP) +Humanity : Says Guinan, it will survive the Borg, as long as there is a handful + of humans left to keep the spirit alive....they will prevail, even if it + takes a millenium. (BBW) +Humpty Dumpty : Another pet name for Stubbs' "egg". (EVO) +Husnock : A savage race of beings that destroy the colony on the planet Rana + IV; they were destroyed by the will of Kevin Uxbridge after they killed his + wife, all fifty billion of them. (SUR) +Hyperonic Radiation : A form of radiation deadly to humans, though the Tau Cyg- + nans have survived it. It interferes with phasers, sensors and transporters. + Hyperonic radiation is blamed for the loss of 1/3 of the colonists on Tau + Cygna before they could adapt. The survival is due to a theory similar to + that of Minan, who worked with radiation sensitivity. (ENS) +Hytritium : A rare element that is the only way to combat the tricyanate water + contamination on Beta Agni Two. The Enterprise attempts to procure 108 kilos + of it, but when Data's shuttle explodes, they are only able to get 81. In + actuality, the tricyanate was planted, and the 81 kilos is plenty. Hytritium + is too unstable for transporters, hence the shuttle transit. (TOY) +Inoprovaline : Beverly orders 60 cc's of this to prevent a massive infection + in John's body. (TRA) +Intercom, Enterprise-D : On the loudspeaker of the Enterprise-D in the alter- + nate timeline, the following are among the multitude of announcements: "Now + here this - fleet formation briefing in main warroom in 1500 hours. Dr. + Joshua Kim, report to Cetacean Ops. Ensign Thomas, report to Combat Infor- + mation Center. Ensign Thomas to CIC."... plus "Dr. Selar, report to null-G + ward, stat."... and "Lt. Barrett, report to communications section." (YES) +Invidium : A substance used in packing by the Mikulaks, it can cause material + breakdowns. When it leaks from a tissue sample container, it wreaks havoc + on Enterprise technical systems, until they are able to stop it. It has + been used in medical containment fields for a long time. It can be stopped + by a temperature of minus 200 degrees Celsius. (HOL) +Irish Unification of 2024 : Data compares the Ansata movement to this. (HGR) +Isolinear Optical Chips : The Enterprise's storage devices; Data finds several + mechanisms that are analogous to the chips on the Cleponji. (BTR) +Jakmanite : One of five substances that can alter glass; it has a half life of + fifteen seconds, so it can't be responsible for the breakdowns. (HOL) +Jamaharohn : Displaying the Horga'hn is announcing one is seeking Jamaharohn, + which is presumably sex. (CAP) +Karst Topography : Sinkholes, underground rivers and caverns around the duck + blind on Mintaka which are confusing the Enterprise's sensors in their at- + tempt to locate Palmer. (WHO) +Kavis Teke Elusive Maneuver : The Menthars were the first to use this. (BTR) +Kayaking : O'Brien injures his shoulder in a kayaking accident on the holodeck, + but his shoulder is healed by John's influence. (TRA) +Kenzie Rebellion : Data compares the Ansata movement to this. (HGR) +Kerr Loop : The formation of a Kerr loop from superstring material, requiring + high-energy interactions in the vicinity, would be enough to create the + temporal rift, says Data. (YES) +Khitomer Massacre : The Romulan attack on the Khitomer outpost in the Klingon + sector that all but destroyed Worf's family, aided by a traitor sending the + defense access codes to a Romulan war fleet. Thousands died in the attack. + Worf went there when Kurn was barely a year old with their parents, who both + died in the battle. There were only two survivors, Worf and his nurse, Kah- + lest. Worf's father actually went there in pursuit of a traitor, Duras' + father, who sent the access codes. The Klingon High Council, in fear that + revealing the truth could shatter the Empire because of Duras' position on + the Council, frames Worf's father, leaving him to make the challenge. Data + discovers the basis of the charges against Mogh: the Klingons recently cap- + tured a Romulan ship with logs that provided new information on the Khitomer + attack, indicating a transmission moments before the shields dropped using + Mogh's personal security code. When Data discovers that the logs of the + Romulan vessel do not synchronise with the logs of the USS Intrepid, which + was the first ship on the scene, he realizes that the histories have been + tampered with. The Khitomer commander noted in his log that Mogh had been + acting suspiciously, away from his post for long periods of time, and that he + had supposedly been sending coded neutrino pulses to a sector within Romulan + territory. (SIN) +Kiss : When Ard'rian kisses Data, he believes it an expression of support ra- + ther than affection or friendship. He returns the favor later, though due + to the logic of seeing "she needed one." (ENS) +Klingons : They believe that in death they should celebrate the release of the + spirit instead of mourning the loss of the body. They all hope to die in + battle, something not taught in the Enterprise's school. (BON) How they + raise their children and their concepts of parenting are beyond what Picard + wishes to think about. (OFF) Q says in his heart he is a Klingon; this only + causes Worf to become irritated (DEQ). Promotion due to death of a crewmate + is commonplace on Klingon ships. (TOY) +Klingon Age of Ascension : A Klingon rite of manhood. Kurn was told of the + truth about his family when he reached this age. (SIN) +Klingon, Alternate Timeline : The Klingon Empire in the alternate timeline is + at war with the Federation, has already destroyed half of Starfleet and is + on the brink of conquering its enemies. (YES) +Klingon Food : Much more spicy than Federation food; turkey and caviar are, + as Kurn puts it, too bland for the stomach of a Klingon, though Worf seems + to disagree. (SIN) +Klingon High Command (or Council) : They told Worf that he had no living re- + latives after the Khitomer Massacre, not realizing that Kurn was still alive + and living with Lorgh's family. They denounce Worf's father as a traitor. + Ruled now by K'mpec, with Duras serving there as well. They receive Worf + at high sun in one of their Great Halls. +Klingon Honor : More important than a Klingon's life. (SIN) +Klingon Imperial Empire, First City : Capital of the Empire, located on the + Klingon Homeworld. (SIN) +Klingon Justice : The family of a Klingon warrior is responsible for his ac- + tions, as he is responsible for theirs. A death punishment means disgrace + for a family name for seven generations. The decree can be challenged; + failure to win means execution. Worf challenges the decision, but his vic- + tory is short lives, and interdicted by the Klingon High Council. (SIN) +Klingon Language, Terms (from SIN; pron. in parentheses): + 'el - Enter! Qapla' (KA-pla) - Success! + cha'DIch (cha-DEECH) - defender kut'luch (cut-LOOCH) - weapon + mev yap! - That is enough! jIlajneS (ji-LAZH-nesh) - I accept + len'mat (len-MAHT) - recess ghojmoK (GOJ-mok) - nurse + tam! - Be quiet! Ha'DIbah (KHA-di-BAKH) - animal + biHnuch (bekh-NOOCH) - coward mek'ba (MIK-bah) - trial + tlhIH ghIj jIHyoj (te-LIKH gizh jikh-YOZH) - I fear your judgment + ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj (geej ket JAG-mee-jaj) - May your enemies run with fear. +Klingon Language : Jarok refers to Worf as both "Klingon pahtk" and "tohzah", + both expletives; Riker comments that his knowlege of Klingon curses is + impressive, then shows him a Romulan one. (DEF) +Klingon War : According to Worf, many on both the Federation and the Klingon + Empire's sides died in a war between the two powers, which eventually resul- + ted in peace. (ENE) Later, we are shown what would happen if the Klingons + and the Federation had gone to war. (YES) +Knot-Tying : Riker shows Fento the art of tying a better knot....in the act of + tying the old man up. (WHO) +Koinonians : Two alien races, one corporeal that fought the Koinonian War and + destroyed themselves, and one non-corporeal that have survived through the + millenia. They diffused all the bombs in the third tunnel but one, which + killed Marla Aster, then recreated Aster in order to care for her son Jeremy + because of the guilt they felt. (BON) +Krieger Waves : A potentially valuable new power source being worked on by Dr. + Nel Apgar at the Tanuga Research Station, which explodes. They are created + on the station in conjunction with a Lambda Field generator. (MPR) +Kut'luch : A ceremonial weapon of a Klingon assassin. (SIN) +Lady Luck : It left Geordi "long ago"....he's referring to his losing streak + in poker. (ALL) +Lambda Field Generator : Part of the Krieger equipment worked on by Dr. Apgar. + It requires a minimum of five thousand kilometres for the field to collimate, + hence it is on the planet. Because Data recreates the equipment in the holo- + deck, it becomes active again, and starts beaming Krieger waves back to the + Enterprise, destroying vital circuitry. (MPR) +Lang-Cycle Fusion Engines : Powered the Promellian vessel Cleponji; they were + still intact when the Enterprise found it. (BTR) +Lapling : A small, sand-burrowing creature, extinct. Fajo owns the last sur- + viving member of her species. A 'defenseless little creature'. (TOY) +Laughter : Human physiological response to humor; Lal muses that since the + children laughed with her, she has somehow mastered humor. Data realizes + that the children were not laughing with her, but at her. (OFF) +Lawmim Galactopedia : Rare object owned by Kivas Fajo. (TOY) +Leadership : Data does not understand the concept of leadership or why a leader + would choose to visit his people on the night of battle - a situation that + is paralleled by Admiral Jarok's visit to the Enterprise. (DEF) +Legarans : A race with whom Sarek will negotiate the final treaty of his long + career. They live on Legara Four and must exist in a slimy substance at + a temperature of 150 degrees Celsius; although not seen, it can be extra- + polated that they are *very* alien. Sarek has worked for ninety-three years + in preparation for the meeting. (SAR) +Lepton : Buildup in the accretion disk of mesons and leptons causes Geordi to + realize the wormhole is unstable. (PRI) +Leutscher Virus : Its reproduction is similar to that of the nanites. (EVO) +Level One Diagnostic Series : A computer diagnostic Picard orders run after the + inertia dampeners fail and the food slot in sickbay goes berserk. (EVO) + Picard orders one to be done of Transporter Room Three in the 22 hours remai- + ning before the ship arrives at Nahmi Four. (HOL) +Level Two Query : Riker puts out a coded level two query to all Federation out- + post within the area to look for the Jovis. (TOY) +Life Sciences : Data is assigned here to head it up on the mission to Beta + Stromgren. (TIN) +Little One : Lwaxana Troi's pet name for Deanna, which the latter detests and + insists she stop saying. (MEN) +Logic : According to Picard, logic sometimes fails....as in the case of Sarek's + unwillingness to accept the fact that he is very ill. (SAR) +Lornack Clan : Rival clan to the Tralestas, its last two survivors are Volneth + and Chorgon. Another member was Penthor-Mul. They massacred the Tralestas + 80 years ago, but there were survivors. (VFA) +Lucrovexitrin : One of five substances that can alter glass; it is extremely + toxic, and can't be responsible for the breakdowns. (HOL) +Lumar Cafe : Katik Shaw was a waiter here; Beverly, Worf and Data were here + when the Rutian plaza bomb went off. (HGR) +Lyzomes : Mintakan lyzome levels are much lower than normal humanoids. (WHO) +Macrospentol : -see- Angosian Alteration. +Magnetometric-guided Charges : "Depth charges" used by the Borg to make the + Enterprise depart the Paulson Nebula. (BBW) +Maliamanda Tapestry : Rarity owned by Kivas Fajo. (TOY) +Manitoba Journal of Interplanetary Psychology : Makes a research inquiry of De- + anna Troi at the time of the Barzan negotiations. (PRI) +Marcoffian Snow-lizard : Q could have chosen this instead of human as his + exile. (DEQ) +Mariachi Band : Q summons a mariachi band to announce his acceptance back into + the Q Continuum. It does not please Picard. (DEQ) +Martyrs : According to Finn, a dead martyr is worth ten posturing leaders. He + eventually becomes one. (HGR) +Math : One of Wesley's math homework problems is a locally Euclidean metriza- + tion of a K-Fold contravariant Riemannian tensor field. Brull's son isn't + very good at it, though. (VFA) +Matter Replicator : Picard offers the Uxbridges one that will provide them with + food, clothing and clean water. Kevin says they don't need it; Rishon ar- + gues that they do. (SUR) +Medical Terminology : Beverly orders a full electrolyte report, and boosting + of the level of tricordrazine, in her treatment of Rachel Garrett. (YES) + Beverly orders cardiostimulation, sixty cc's of inoprovaline, use of the + protodynoplaser, a full bioscan and the creation of a virus that can infil- + trate John's cell structure and boost his ATP production. His arm is kept + in cryogenic stasis until surgical procedures start. Later, she comments + that his bioscan is negative - evidentally good - and that limb refusion + has been successful, tissue oxygenation is within norms, and his neurofi- + browaves are functioning almost normally again. (TRA) +Mek'ba : The Klingon trial that Worf endures to rid his father's name of accu- + sation. (SIN) +Menthars : A dead race who fought a war with the Promellians and who constructed + booby traps in the debris of Orelious Nine using Aceton assimilators. They + were exceptionally innovative, first to use the Kavis Teke elusive maneuver, + and the passive lure strategem similar to a Napoleonic strategy. (BTR) +Meson : Buildup in the accretion disk of mesons and leptons causes Geordi to + realize the wormhole is unstable. (PRI) +Metathalmus : Beverly says that she can grow a culture of Sarek's metathalmus + to test for Bendii syndrome, but it will take several days. (SAR) +Metathesis : One of the most common of pronunciation errors, which Picard slips + into when he calls Barclay "Broccoli". (HOL) +Mexico : Data compares the Mexican state's independence from Spain on Earth to + the Ansata movement. (HGR) +Microvirus : A genetically engineered virus that stops Volnath's autonomic + nerve impulses and kills him. It is transmitted by Yuta, and also killed + Penthor-Mul. (VFA) +Mikulaks : A race that donated the tissue samples being transported to Nahmi + Four to solve the Correllium Fever outbreak. They use invidium in their + medical containment units. (HOL) +Military Log : The altered version of the Captain's Log, used by Picard in the + alternate timeline. (YES) +Mind Erasing Technique : Perfected by Doctor Katherine Pulaski (seen last sea- + son), Beverly is familiar with the procedure. It nevertheless fails on Liko, + because Mintakan lyzome levels are much lower. (WHO) +Mind-Meld : An ancient and time-honored Vulcan practice of linking minds via + telepathic touch. Picard and Sarek engage in a mind-meld to stabilize the + Vulcan during his meeting with the Legarans, an event that pulls Picard to + the brink. (SAR) +Mintakans : Proto-Vulcan humanoids at the Bronze Age level, quite peaceful and + highly rational. Their lyzome levels are much lower than normal humanoids, + preventing the mind-erasing technique from being effective. When Liko is + saved by Beverly and returned to Mintaka, he begins to spread word that the + beliefs of their ancestors - beliefs in superstition and false gods - are + really true, a step back in their evolution. Picard eventually brings Nuria + to the ship, and journeys to Mintaka himself, to halt the belief. In Min- + takan culture, the women precede their mates, a signal to other women that + if they want his services, she is the one to negotiate with. (WHO) +Mizarians : Inhabitants of Mizar Two. They have survived by not resisting + (and have been conquered six times in the last 300 years). (ALL) +Molybdenum-Cobalt Alloys : Something Data is composed of. (TOY) +Moropa : A race that maintains an uneasy truce with the Bolians. (ALL) +Mosquito : Beverly suggests looking at the Borg ship from a mosquito's point + of view; if they sting it in a tender spot, they might stop a minute to + scratch, so that the Enterprise can fire. (BBW) +Motor Assist Bands : Used to provide electrical stimulation to arms and legs, + used by John Doe when learning to walk again. (TRA) +Muktok Plants : Riker and Troi planted one in a clearing on Betazed when they + were originally going out; when they return, they find it is still there. + They emit music, and live for hundreds of years. (MEN) +Music Box : Something that Rishon Uxbridge owns, which when activated runs a + nice little waltz...a waltz that Kevin Uxbridge projects into Troi's mind to + keep her from finding out his secret. The waltz nearly drives her mad, but + Kevin stops it after his secret is discovered by Picard. (SUR) +Musketeers, The Three: Picard, Geordi and Data, as well as a fourth one, + Riker, are created by Barclay in his holodeck program 15. (HOL) +Nanites : Tiny robots with gigabytes of mechanical computer memory, usually + used in sickbay genetics systems to enter living cells and conduct repairs. + Wesley took two to see how they would interact and function in tandem, to + make a better nanite, but they escaped. They were originally created at a + plant in Dakar, Senegal, on Earth. Stubbs refuses to believe that they might + have achieved intelligence, but they nevertheless do. (EVO) +Nanotechnology : -see- Nanites +Navigational Chart : Provided by the escape pod's storage capsule; Geordi and + Data use it to navigate a flight path past several G-type stars and neutron + stars or pulsars to the planet Zalkon. (TRA) +Neutral Zone : The Federation/Romulan buffer zone. A Romulan vessel comes + through and crashes on Galorndon Core, possibly part of a new Romulan offen- + sive. Later, Tomalak violates the Zone in order to rescue his two missing + men. (ENE) Sensors later detect a ship heading for it; it turns out to + be Jarok's escape ship. (DEF) +Neutrino Beacon : Wesley's answer to the problem of solving Geordi's disappea- + rance. He sets up a portable neutrino source that acts like a beacon, which + Geordi would modify to show the Enterprise he's found it. The neutrino + beacon is put aboard a class three probe. (ENE) +Neutronium : Its decay in the Kavis Alpha explosion will be studied by Dr. + Stubbs. (EVO) +New Martim Vaz : An aquatic city in Earth's Atlantic Ocean. Kevin and Rishon + Uxbridge are originally from there. (SUR) +Nitrogen Oxide : The nanites cause this to be released onto the bridge, but + Picard is able to stop it. The incident is in retaliation for Stubbs' des- + truction of a nanite colony. (EVO) +Noranium Alloy : Found at the Gatherer encampment on Gamma Hromi II. It va- + porizes at 2314 degrees using phaser setting 7; Data begins to explain some- + thing about noranium carbide but he is interrupted by Riker. (VFA) +Norep : Drug that Beverly orders be used on Warren, two cc's. It fails to save + her. (WHO) +Norkan Massacre : Known as the Norkan Campaign in the Romulan Empire, it was + led against the Federation by Admiral Jarok. (DEF) +Nucleo-Synthesis : The affliction on the Enterprise due to the invidium leaks + from the tissue sample containers. (HOL) +Null-G Ward : Dr. Selar is ordered here via the Enterprise intercom. (YES) +Old Faithful : Stubbs compares the Kavis Alpha explosion to this monument on + Earth. (EVO) +Onkians : A Romulan measurement of temperature. (DEF) +Oo-mox : Part of Ferengi sensuality; giving Oo-mox is analogous to rubbing the + ears, a Ferengi's most erogenous zone. (MEN) +Orion Wing-Slugs : Lwaxana says she'd rather eat these than deal with a toad- + faced troll like Tog. (MEN) +Oskoid : A Betazoid food that Lwaxana has Riker and Troi taste; the sap keeps + it deliciously warm. (MEN) +Overseer : A Mintakan superstition, in which interest is renewed by Liko's + story of "the Picard". He was said to be all powerful, and could provide + gentle winters, plentiful hunting and fertile crops. (WHO) +Painting : It is a subject Picard enjoys in an art class, as well as two other + students, Lt. Wright and Ensign Williams. (MPR) There is a Piet Mondrian + painting on Data's wall, a simplistic, rectangular shaped painting. (OFF) + Kivas Fajo owns a rare Salvador Dali painting. (TOY) Data has been working + on a painting (which looks surprisingly like the vortex from "Time Squared") + for several months. (TIN,TOY) +Parenting : A concept that Data and Picard both fail to fully comprehend. Pi- + card doubts the use of the word "child" on Lal, a five foot android with + heuristic learning systems and the strength of ten men, but Data persists, + and Troi notes that Picard has never been a parent. Data notes that there + is much confusion on the subject; one traditional doctrine says "spare the + rod and spoil the child" but others tend to be more liberal. (OFF) +Parthus : A green vegetable with fleshy roots indigenous to Acamar Three. Used + in Yuta's "spiced parthus" dish, her specialty which Riker calls "parthus a + la Yuta". (VFA) +Passive Lure Strategem : The Menthars were the first to use this. (BTR) +Patches : Jeremy Aster's cat, a Calico, now gone. (BON) +Pearl Harbor : An incident in Earth's history that Picard compares to the situ- + ation on Galorndon Core. (ENE) +Pericules : Ferengi flowers that Tog notes are a gift for one - Lwaxana - whose + beauty surpasses them. Their species is Zan Periculi, indigenous to Lappa + IV, a Ferengi world. Lwaxana tosses them into a pond. (MEN) +Phasers : They cannot function in hyperonic radiation, though Data uses his own + servocircuts to recollimate the output; in effect, he uses his own neurocir- + cuit to build a "smarter" phaser (ENS). Kevin Uxbridge uses a low-yield + phaser, nonfunctional, to hold the away team at bay. It was an act of + unmitigated gall, which Worf says he admires (SUR). Roga Danar uses phasers + as bombs as well as a power source for the transporter. (HUN) According + to available data, a phaser was fired from Riker's position just moments + before he was beamed away from the Tanuga Research Station, causing a power + drain. Actually, it was merely focused on Riker's beamout, by Dr. Apgar, + and was instrumental in the destruction of the station. (MPR) Based upon + Geordi's shield nutation, Data and Shelby devise a plan to fluctuate phaser + resonance frequencies to offset the Borg defenses. (BBW) +Photograph : A photo of the Penthor-Mul trial shows up in the Acamarian Data- + base transmitted to the Enterprise. Riker uses the computer to extrapolate + a shadowy figure which proves to be Yuta, the "missing link" in the Volnath + murder. (VFA) +Phyrox Plague : A deadly plague that ravaged Cor Caroli Five. (ALL) +Pi : Code name for the Romulan scout vessel on Galorndon Core. (ENE) +"Picard, The" : The newest Mintakan superbeing, created by Liko when he visited + the Enterprise. The real Picard eventually must return to Mintaka to con- + vince them he is mortal. (WHO) +Pileggi Sequence : -see- Signals, Subspace +Pleasure Haven : The Risian resort that Picard visits on his vacation, where + he gets involved with Vash and the pursuit of the Tox-Uthat. (CAP) +Poker : Riker conducts Master classes in it. (PRI) Riker, Geordi, Data, Troi + and Worf play it en route to the Lonka Pulsar in Data's quarters. The game + is interrupted by the False Picard. (ALL) Two of Data's most prized pos- + sessions were his poker chips and a pack of playing cards, which Geordi and + Wesley give to Commander Riker when Data is seemingly killed. (TOY) Riker + says there's always a seat for Hanson in their poker games. Shelby beats + Riker's bluff in a game between Wesley, Data, Troi, Geordi and themselves. + (BBW) +Power Drain : The Enterprise's matter/antimatter pods are drained by the Koi- + nonians in order to create the fake Marla Aster. (BON) A miniscule power + drain detected on the Tanuga Research Station before it explodes is enough + to convince Inspector Krag that Riker fired a phaser at the reactor. (MPR) +Prime Directive : Violated accidentally on Mintaka, Picard realizes he must + do the same to reset the balance. (WHO) +Probe, Barzan : Ended up in the Denkiri Arm in the Gamma Quadrant, 100 years at + Warp Nine distant. (PRI) +Promellians : A race of beings, now presumably vanished from space, who fought + a devastating war with their rivals, the Menthars. A Promellian battlecrui- + ser, the Cleponji, was caught in a Menthar booby trap in the wreckage of + the devastated planet Orelious Nine. (BTR) +Protodynoplaser : Medical device used to stabilize John's immune system. (TRA) +Proto-Vulcan : Picard's painting contains, in Data's opinion, unsettling over- + tones of proto-Vulcan influences. (MPR) +Prune Juice : A "warrior's drink," says Worf of this Earth delicacy. (YES) +Pyrocytes, Blood : A distillation of these causes an extreme allergic reaction + in other people; Arridor uses Goss' pyrocytes on his hand to incapacitate + Mendoza during the Barzan negotiations. (PRI) +Q Continuum : The race of beings that Q belongs to. He was kicked out on the + urging of Q2 in order to learn something about mortality. (DEQ) +Quantum Phase Inhibitor : -see- Tox-Uthat +Queen's Gambit : One of Riker's moves in a chess game with Nibor. (MEN) +Quotations, Picard's : When he is bargaining for Lwaxana's release, he must + quote poetry. Among them are "My love is a fever..." from Shakespeare's + Sonnet 147; "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day...." from Sonnet 18; + "In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes..." from Sonnet 141; "Tis better + to have loved and lost..." from Tennyson; and "When I have plucked the + rose..." from Browning. (MEN) "Now if these men do not die well, it will + be a black matter for the King that led them to it," in Shakespeare's Henry + V. (DEF) "He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon + his like again", referring to Data, from Hamlet, Act One, Scene Two. (TOY) +Radiation : After the shields are forcibly dropped in the Orelious Nine area, + there are 30 minutes until fatal exposure to radiation is registered. The + time drops to 26 minutes when Picard fires the phasers. The radiation is + caused by the Aceton assimilators. (BTR) Caused by the Krieger generator + accidentally duplicated in the holodeck and the corresponding Lambda Field + generator on the planet. The radiation events occur five hours, twenty + minutes and three seconds apart; the science station exploded at almost + exactly four times that interval, with a .0014 second variance that Geordi + finally explains as Apgar's murder attempt. The radiation causes a break- + down outside Cargo Bay 12 and in sickbay. (MPR) +Rejac Crystal : Rare object owned by Kivas Fajo. (TOY) +Replicators : The food and material creation system on the Enterprise. Data + notes that a problem with the replicator would have resulted in the tampering + of Duffy's glass AND the substance inside. (HOL) The molecules of ribosomes + are too complex to reproduce in the Enterprise's replicator. (ENE) +Ribosomes : Patakh needs a transfusion of compatible ribosomes, and the only + donor possible is Worf. Patakh dies. (ENE) +Rigellian Phaser Rifles : The Gatherers ambush the away team on Gamma Hromi II + with these. (VFA) +Right of Vengeance : A Romulan claim; the Romulan Commander at Beta Stromgren + demands this after Tin Man destroys their other ship. (TIN) +Roman Empire : Picard wonders if the Emperor Honorious watching the Visigoths + coming over the seventh hill could truly realize that the Roman Empire was + about to fall....another page of history, like their standoff with the Borg + threat. (BBW) +Romulans : Picard notes that his people would be a lot safer on Earth rather + than at the Neutral Zone at the risk of a Romulan attack; it is this that + he uses to excuse his rationale that children should never be aboard. (BON) + According to Data, in their long history, they have rarely attacked first; + they prefer to test their enemy's resolve. (DEF) Q insults Worf by calling + him a Romulan, after deciding it would have been better to be one. (DEQ) + At Narendra Three, twenty-two years ago, they attacked the Narendra Three + outpost. When the Enterprise-C escaped through time, all record of the + battle was lost and the Klingons assumed the Federation attacked them. When + the ship returned, and was presumably destroyed, the Romulan influence was + discovered, and the Klingons allied with the Federation against them. (YES) + Haftel notes that one lucky shot like a Romulan would completely obliterate + the only two Soong-type androids in existence, Data and Lal. (OFF) They + attacked the Khitomer Outpost with the help of Duras' father, but Worf's + father, Mogh, was blamed for it. (SIN) Tholl wonders if his captors could + be Romulan, something that Picard briefly entertains. (ALL) They claim + the sector of space where Beta Stromgren is located; Worf notes that they + claim all within their field of vision. They send two ships to investigate + Tin Man; one is destroyed by it, the other one thrown into space. (TIN) +Romulan Ale : Jarok says he doesn't suppose the Enterprise's food replicators + can prepare a Romulan Ale. Data says no, because their knowledge of his + planet is quite limited. +Romulan Empire : Bochra counters Geordi's sarcasm with the pledge that, in a + few millenia, humans will be extinct and the Romulan Empire will span the + galaxy. (ENE) +Romulan Language : According to Riker, "only a veruul would use such language + in public," meaning Jarok's use of Klingon curses. Veruul is obviously an + expletive. (DEF) +Romulan Physiology : There are subtle differences between them and Vulcans, + too many of them to make Vulcan treatment effective. (ENE) +Ruling Council, Acamarian : Chorgon wants the Gatherers to have three seats on + this governmental body. (VFA) +R'uustai : "The Bonding," a Klingon ritual that strengthens family lines and + creates brothers between those who are not related. It is a ceremony that + involves the extinguishing of a candle representing one who has died, then + lighting others to signify a new relationship being created. Worf and Jeremy + Aster use this to help themselves get over the death of Marla Aster. (BON) +Saltzgadum : A substance that can alter glass and may be responsible for the + Enterprise's breakdowns, but it hasn't been used for centuries. (HOL) +Security Station : On deck nine, Worf talks to the Klingons from here. (DEF) +Selgninaem : One of five substances that can alter glass; it is extremely + toxic, and can't be responsible for the breakdowns. (HOL) +Senate, Angosian : A "repository of wisdom and law" on Angosia, it was here + that the decision was made to isolate the Angosian veterans from the Tarsian + War. (HUN) +Sheliak Corporate : A race of beings from the Shelius star system that has re- + fused contact with the Federation for 111 years. They are crystalline in + appearance, and although they have learned several Federation languages, hu- + mans haven't learned theirs. They consider humans an "infestation," not a + race. It was by the Treaty of Armens that they finally left the Federation + alone; now they want to colonize Tau Cygna V, which is already inhabited by + humans from the lost colony ship, Artemis. (ENS) +Shield Nutation : A process Geordi devises to aid the Enterprise. Shield nu- + tation is derived from changing frequencies in order to combat the Borg's + weaponry. It is partially successful. (BBW) +Shore Leave : Picard is forced to endure this because of Riker's constant in- + sistance (CAP); later, he gets to take his revenge when he orders Riker to + accompany Troi on hers. (MEN) +Shuttlebays : The main bay is located on Deck Four (DEQ). Stubbs' egg resides + in Two (EVO). Data overrides Danar's tampering and shuts Two down; it is + 25 decks up from engineering (HUN). Data contacts Two to prepare the Enter- + prise for his docking (TOY). John comes to Two in an effort to escape the + Enterprise (TRA). +Sickbay : Radiation emissions are detected here, prompting the evacuation of + sickbay. It is related to the Krieger generator. (MPR) +Signals, Subspace : Sent by Riker, made to sound like Algolian Ceremonial Rhy- + thms. The repetitive nature of the subcarrier pattern would imply a modi- + fied Greenlaw-Huffman encoding scheme, says Data; Geordi reverses the + algorhythm with a Pileggi sequence. Geordi finds Cochrane distortion in the + static of the subspace signals, but Wesley notes the pattern, thereby deter- + mining Riker's location. (MEN) +Sleep : A human concern that Q finds extremely frightening. (DEQ) +Song, False Picard's : Whilst in Ten-Forward, the false Picard breaks into a + cheery song called "Heart of Oak" (sometimes called "Hearts of Oak"), writ- + ten by William Boyce (music) and David Garrick (words). It was written for + a pantomime production called "Harlequin's Invasion" produced in 1759. It + begins, "Come Cheer Up, Me Lads..." (ALL) +Spectre, Koinonian : An image of blue light that aids the Marla image in resto- + ring the transporters and stopping the Enterprise from cutting off power to + her quarters. (BON) +S'smarith : A test Troi uses. Holding a coffee cup and stating the word, she + asks Picard whether she meant the cup, the glass it's made of, the liquid, + clear, brown, hot. Picard is unsure, demonstrating the precision needed in + communication between alien races. (ENS) +Stacius Trade Guild : Kivas Fajo is a member. (TOY) +Stakes : Geordi is able to use his phaser to recrystallize material he finds + to make stakes to pull himself out of the pit he fell into. (ENE) +Starfleet Academy : Cadet Mitena Haro studied Picard's missions at the Academy, + evidentally required reading. When Picard was here, he and his fellows would + follow each toast with a song. (ALL) Wesley's entrance exam scores come + back and he is finally accepted. Data notes that 91% of its graduates are + not assigned to Galaxy class vessels, which means that Wesley may not be + back. (MEN) +Starfleet Exchange Program : A Federation/Klingon exchange of officers for + mutually beneficial training. In return for Riker's visit to the Pagh, the + Enterprise takes aboard Commander Kurn. (SIN; used last year in "A Matter + of Honor) +Starfleet Priority One Signal : Admiral Haftel sends this to Picard to stop + the Enterprise and wait for his arrival to meet Lal first hand. (OFF) +Starfleet Tactical : Admiral Hanson and Lt. Commander Shelby are from here, + brought to the Enterprise to ascertain the Borg threat. (BBW) +Starithium Ore : Located in the rocks of Risa, which Vash says is interfering + with her sensor readings trying to find the Tox-Uthat. (CAP) +Starry Night : Famous painting created by Vincent van Gogh in 1889, now owned + by Kivas Fajo. (TOY) +"Stars and Stripes Forever" : A song composed by John Phillips Sousa, a popular + American composer of band music in the early 20th century, which is broadcast + aboard the ship by the malfunctioning computer. (EVO) +Storage Capsule : An informational capsule found in the wreckage of John Doe's + escape pod. It is a biochemical storage medium with memory RNA, containing + quantities of nucleic acids. It reveals to Geordi and Data a navigational + chart leading back to Zalkon. (TRA) +Subcutaneous Communicators : Implanted on Riker and Troi so that transmissions + from the Enterprise will be inaudible to the Mintakans. (WHO) +Subhadar : A rank during the Tarsian War, which Danar became. (HUN) +Substances, Undetectable : 15,525 exist that cannot be detected by standard + scans. 532 of them can exist in an oxygen atmosphere, and only five - + jakmanite, selgninaem, lucrovexitrin, saltzgadum and invidium - can alter + molecular structure when in contact with a glass. (HOL) +Synthehol : The alcoholic substitute used on the Enterprise. Worf gets tired + of listening to Geordi and Data talk about the storage capsule and asks for + less talk, more synthehol. (TRA) +Tao-Classical Music : Rishon Uxbridge is a composer of this. (SUR) +Tarsian War : The Angosians recovered very rapidly from this. The Tarsian War + was the incident that made the Angosians alter their warriors. (HUN) +Tellurian Spices : The Andorians wish to bid for this, right in the middle of + Fajo's interrogation of Data; they've had four days to decide. (TOY) +Temporal Rift : A time displacement with no discernable event horizon +Ten-Forward : The Enterprise's central social point, a bar, a restaurant, and + a lounge. Beverly comes here to visit Guinan (EVO). Data and his fellow + musicians hold a concert here (ENS). Picard hosts a party here to watch + the newest opening of the Barzan Wormhole here (PRI), Yuta prepares parthus + for Riker and Troi here (VFA), and Q comes here to drown his sorrows (DEQ). + It is a mess hall in the alternate timeline (YES). Lal comes here to work + to learn about human socializing (OFF). Beverly suggest she and the false + Picard have dinner here, but he suggests something more intimate....his + quarters (ALL). Barclay recreates this in the holodeck where he can stand + up to Riker and romance Troi (HOL). A bar-brawl erupts here after a fight + between O'Brien and a science crewman (SAR). Picard hosts the party after + the Trade Agreements Conference on Betazed here (MEN), Geordi and Christy + go on a date here (TRA) and Picard comes here to talk to Guinan about the + mission and Borg threat upon them (BBW). Guinan is the hostess here. +Thalium Compound : Located in the rock strata of Mintaka, a high concentration + is interrupting normal sensor probes. (WHO) +Thrusters : The Enterprise uses two thrusters to break free from the Menthar + booby trap, without aid from the impulse engines or warp drive. (BTR) +Tin Man : Also known as Gomtuu, it is an organic creature, born in space, li- + ving in the wastes between stars. The Enterprise discovers it and finds out + it is an organic spacecraft whose crew is dead, killed by an explosion and + a subsequent massive dosage of lethal radiation, and is in contact with Tam + Elbrun, the Federation mission specialist sent to warn it about the impen- + ding destruction of Beta Stromgren, the planet it is orbiting. Linguacode + and universal translation have been attempted, to no avail; it is too dif- + ferent. Tin Man tries to destroy itself because of the losses it has felt, + but is saved when Tam Elbrun joins with it. Gomtuu is possibly the last of + its kind, and has been alone for millenia. (TIN) +Tissue Samples : Being shipped by the Enterprise to Nahmi Four, one of them + contains a cracked seal, through which invidium escapes. (HOL) +T-K-L's : Standard rations; the Enterprise's food replicators are on minimum + power for the benefit of the defensive systems, so these are provided. Tasha + orders two, one for her and one for Castillo. (YES) +Tonkian Homing Beacons : Found at the Gatherer encampment. (VFA) +Tox-Uthat : A Quantum Phase Inhibitor, capable of halting all nuclear reaction + in a star, created by a scientist named Kal Dano in the mid-Twenty-Seventh + Century....and in reality, a fist-sized crystal cube. Criminals attempted + to steal it from Dano, who fled into the twenty-second century to hide it, + and did so...on Risa. The criminals are Vorgons, who pose as security agents + in order to get Picard to turn the device over to them. It was located by + Professor Samuel Estragon on Risa, who died before he found it...though, + using a disc filled with his notes, Vash and Sovak are both on the trail of + the device. Actually, Vash found it when she arrived, and hid it. Picard + detonates it to keep it out of Vorgon hands. (CAP) +Trade Agreements Conference : Held biennially, this time around on Betazed. + The Ferengi come here to participate for the first time, and presumably the + last -- they kidnap Lwaxana Troi. The Enterprise holds the closing reception + of the conference. (MEN) +Trading Card, Roger Maris : The only known Roger Maris baseball card from + Earth, circa 1962, in existence, owned by Fajo. He has preserved the scent + of bubblegum from it. (TOY) +Trafalgar : Picard muses that his situation is not unlike Nelson's tour of the + HMS Victory before Trafalgar, but then, Nelson never came home from Trafalgar + even though the battle was won. (BBW) +Tralesta Clan : Rival clan to the Lornacks of Acamar III. Five survived the + Lornack massacre of the clan; Yuta is the last survivor and tries to defeat + Chorgon, last member of the Lornacks. (VFA) +Transporters : Geordi states that after 15 years and research by a team of 100, + they will probably be able to transport through hyperonic radiation. (ENS) +Transporter Rooms : Two beams Admiral Jarok (Setal) to the Enterprise (DEF). + Three is where Data escorts Krag to to beam down before the holodeck hearing + (MPR), where the invidium leak wreaks havoc on its systems (HOL), where the + away team beams down to Zeta Gelis (TRA) and what locks onto Q when he + escapes in an Enterprise shuttle (DEQ). Four is where Roga Danar arrives + when he is captured (HUN). +Transporter Code Fourteen : Picard signals this to Riker when detonating the + Tox-Uthat, which has the Enterprise beam it into space. (CAP) +Traps : Wesley sets up traps all over the ship to catch the nanites. (EVO) +Treaty of Algeron : Entering the Neutral Zone is a direct violation of this; + presumably, it is the treaty that ended the Romulan war 200 years ago. (DEF) +Treaty of Armens : The treaty that established a peace, or at least a status + quo, between the Federation and the Sheliak Corporate. Section 133, para- + graph 7 states that Tau Cygna V is a Sheliak planet and the humans now pre- + sent are a treaty violation. Paragraph 653, subparagraph 9 dictates the + entitlement to conversation Picard needs to talk to them. Section 501, pa- + ragraph 716, subparagraph five states, "unwanted humans on H-class planets + may be removed at the discretion of the Sheliak Corporate." Paragraph 1290, + subsection D3 is what Picard finally uses in his Tau Cygna V dispute: it + allows for third-party arbitration and Picard names the Grizellas, currently + in their hybernation cycle which will last for six months. The treaty itself + took 372 legal experts to negotiate and its extreme wordiness -- over five + hundred thousand words -- was to accomodate the Sheliaks, who frowned on the + lack of exactness in human language. (ENS) +Triclendil : -see- Angosian Alteration. +Tricorder : Beverly hooks Geordi's and John Doe's nervous systems together, + strengthening the latter's. It stabilizes him long enough to get him to the + Enterprise's sickbay. (TRA) +Tricordrazine : Beverly asks for an increase in the level of this drug when + treating Liko. (WHO) Beverly orders a boost of the level of tricordrazine + to heal Rachel Garrett. (YES) +Tricyanate : The substance that has contaminated the water supply of Beta Agni + Two. In actuality, it was planted by Fajo, enough to have the 81 kilos of + hytritium able to negate it. Its highest concentration is 8 kilometers west + of the Agni colony, in thirty square kilometers. The hytritium delivery + should have taken several hours; when naturally occurring, it does not neu- + tralize so easy. It is slow to assimilate, difficult to replicate, and hard + to transport. (TOY) +Trillium 323 : Mineral found on Caldonia; Riker tries to make a trade agree- + ment for it with them to offer to the Barzans in the Wormhole negotiations, + but Ral has already bought the rights. (PRI) +Tripolymer Composites : Data's main element of composition. (TOY) +Turkey : Kurn was told to expect the human custom of cooking food before eating + it, especially when confronted with a roasted turkey replicated by the food + processors. Kurn doesn't find it, or the caviar he smears on it, palatable + in the least. (SIN) +Ultritium : Traces of ultritium residue, an explosive, are found on the wrec- + kage of the Romulan vessel. (ENE) +Universal Gravitational Constant : Q suggests to Geordi and Data that they + alter this, so that they may solve the problem of Bre'el Four's moon. The + suggestion is beyond the realm of human capacity, notes Data. (DEQ) +Uttaberries : Lwaxana sends Homn to pick some; when he returns, she, Deanna and + Riker are gone - kidnapped by the Ferengi. (MEN) +Varon-T Disruptor : Banned within the Federation, only five exist, four owned + by Kivas Fajo. He sleeps with one under his pillow. The Varon-T tears a + body from the inside out, quite slowly, a tortuous, painful death. He gets + the chance to test it, on Varria. (TOY) +Vega Nine Probe : The probe sent to the Beta Stromgren system. The Enterprise + follows its telemetry after it discovers Tin Man. (TIN) +Veltan Sex Idol : Toff says he's added one to his collection with the pearls + intact; Fajo responds by saying he has four of them, and the pearls were + added by the Ferengi to increase the value. (TOY) +Verustin Infection : Jeremy Aster's father died five years ago of this. (BON) +Violence : This disgusts Picard, who has never subscribed to the theory that + political power flows from a gun. (HGR) +Virotherapy : Minan's work with radiation sensitivity determined that humans + can survive hyperonic radiation with intensive virotherapy. (ENS) +VISOR : Geordi's sight instrument, which is seriously hampered by the atmos- + pheric effects of Galorndon Core. Bochra is surprised by the VISOR, wonde- + ring why his parents chose to let him live, a waste of time and resources on + defective children. Bochra and Geordi alter it to be a neutrino geiger + counter to get to Wesley's neutrino beacon and to safety. (ENE) +Vorgons : A race of beings from the Twenty-Seventh Century, two of whom - + Ajur and Boratus - come back to visit Picard on Risa, searching for the Tox- + Uthat. In actuality, they are the criminals that scientist Kal Dano tried + to hide the Uthat from in the first place. (CAP) +Vunderkind : German term for "wonder child", something that Stubbs has had to + live with for a long time. He says it is reserved for those who achieve + early in life....and hands the term to Wesley. (EVO) +Warm Milk : What Barclay always orders in sickbay; Guinan says it helps one + sleep. (HOL) +Window, Storm : Picard must depend on a window in the storms on Galorndon Core + in order to beam Geordi back to the ship. They nearly miss the window when + they are forced to raise shields, but on good faith, they lower them and the + Romulans don't attack. (ENE) +Wogneer Creatures : -see- Ordek Nebula (in Location Guide) +Women : Worf observes that human women are too fragile, and that to seek com- + panionship, he would require a Klingon woman. (YES) +Wormhole : Picard wonders if the temporal rift is a wormhole; Data observes + that it is actually a time displacement. (YES) Also -see- Barzan Wormhole. +Zalkonians : Inhabitants of Zalkon. They are ruled by fascists who oppose + the inevitable transformation of their people into noncorporeal beings.... + until John Doe comes along. (TRA) +Zalkonian Weapon : An unseen device that affects all humanoids on the Enter- + prise by choking them....although how it is done is unknown. John Doe is + able to stop it with his "energy pulse". (TRA) +Zan Periculi : -see- Pericules +Zibalians : Inhabitants of the planet Zibalia. Kivas Fajo is from here. They + are very much like humans but have certain amounts of fleshy skin on their + face. (TOY) + +==== WRITER'S GUIDE =========================================================== +Bailey, Dennis Putman : Writer, "Tin Man" (with Bischoff) +Beagle, Peter S. : Television Story & Teleplay, "Sarek" +Behr, Ira Stephen (Producer) : Teleplay, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with Man- + ning, Beimler and Moore); Writer, "Captain's Holiday" +Beimler, Hans (Co-Producer) : Writer, "Who Watches the Watchers" (with Man- + ning), "Allegiance" (with Manning); Teleplay, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with + Behr, Manning and Moore) +Bernheim, Robin : Writer, "The Hunted" +Bischoff, David : Writer, "Tin Man" (with Bailey) +Bronson, Fred : Writer, "Menage a Troi" (with Sackett) +Caves, Sally : Writer, "Hollow Pursuits" +Cushman, Marc : Unpublished Story, "Sarek" (with Jacobs) +Danus, Richard (Executive Story Editor) : Teleplay, "Booby Trap" (with Roman & + (Piller); Writer, "Deja Q" +Deighan, Drew : Original Teleplay, "Sins of the Father" +Echevarria, Rene : Writer, "The Offspring," "Transfigurations" +Ganino, Trent Christopher : Story, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with Stillwell) +Goodhartz, Shari : Writer, "The Most Toys" +Jacobs, Jake : Unpublished Story, "Sarek" (with Cushman) +Kemper, David : Writer, "The Enemy" (with Piller) +Manning, Richard (Co-Producer) : Writer, "Who Watches the Watchers" (with Beim- + ler), "Allegiance" (with Beimler); Teleplay, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with + Behr, Beimler and Moore) +Moran, W. Reed : Teleplay, "Sins of the Father" (with Moore) +Moore, Ronald D. : Story Editor; Writer, "The Bonding," "The Defector"; Tele- + play, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with Behr, Beimler and Manning), "Sins of + the Father" (with Moran) +Piller, Michael (Co-Executive Producer) : Writer, "Evolution" (story with + Wagner), "The Enemy" (with Kemper), "The Best of Both Worlds"; Teleplay, + "Booby Trap" (with Roman & Danus) +Rolfe, Sam : Writer, "The Vengeance Factor" +Roman, Ron : Writer, "Booby Trap" (story with Piller & Danus, teleplay with + Wagner) +Sackett, Susan (Production Associate) : Writer, "Menage a Troi" (with Bronson) +Shearer, Hannah Louise : Writer, "The Price" +Snodgrass, Melinda M. (Executive Script Consultant) : Writer, "The Ensigns of + Command," "The High Ground" +Stillwell, Eric A : Story, "Yesterday's Enterprise" (with Ganino) +Wagner, Michael : Story, "Evolution" (with Piller), "Booby Trap" (with Roman); + writer, "The Survivors" +Zuckerman, Ed : Writer, "A Matter of Perspective" + +==== DIRECTOR'S GUIDE ========================================================= +Beaumont, Gabrielle : "Booby Trap," "The High Ground" +Benko, Tom : "Transfigurations" +Bole, Cliff : "The Ensigns of Command," "The Hunted," "A Matter of Perspec- + tive," "Hollow Pursuits," "The Best of Both Worlds" +Bond, Timothy : "The Vengeance Factor," "The Most Toys" +Carson, David : "The Enemy," "Yesterday's Enterprise" +Chalmers, Chip : "Captain's Holiday" +Frakes, Jonathan : "The Offspring" +Kolbe, Winrich : "Evolution," "The Bonding," "Allegiance" +Landau, Les : "The Survivors," "Deja Q," "Sins of the Father," "Sarek" +Legato, Robert : "Menage a Troi" +Scheerer, Robert : "The Price," "The Defector," "Tin Man" +Wiemer, Robert : "Who Watches the Watchers" + +==== MUSIC INDEX ============================================================== +Chattaway, Jay : "Tin Man" +Jones, Ron : "Evolution," "Who Watches the Watchers," "Booby Trap," "The + Price," "The Defector," "The High Ground," "A Matter of Perspective," "The + Offspring," "Allegiance," "Menage a Troi," "The Best of Both Worlds" +McCarthy, Dennis : "The Ensigns of Command," "The Survivors," "The Bonding," + "The Enemy," "The Hunted," "Deja Q," "Yesterday's Enterprise," "Sins of the + Father," "Captain's Holiday," "Hollow Pursuits," "The Most Toys," "Sarek," + "Transfigurations" + +==== PRODUCTION STAFF INDEX =================================================== +(No episode credit means for the entire season. When episodes appear in the + title, not after a name, it means that the type of credit has changed from + episode to episode [i.e. Asst. to Producers to Post-Production Associate]) + +--Opening Credits-- +Created by Gene Roddenberry +Line Producer: David Livingston +Co-Producers: Hans Beimler & Richard Manning +Producer (VFA-BBW) : Ira Stephen Behr +Co-Executive Producer (BON-BBW): Michael Piller +Executive Producer: Rick Berman + +--Closing Credits-- +Executive Producer: Gene Roddenberry +Co-Producer : Peter Lauritson +Executive Script Consultant (EVO-MEN): Melinda M. Snodgrass +Executive Story Editor (BTR-DEQ) : Richard Danus +Story Editor (SIN-BBW) : Ronald D. Moore +Casting : Junie Lowry +Incidental Music : Jay Chattaway (TIN), Ron Jones (EVO,WHO,BTR,PRI,DEF,HGR, + MPR,OFF,ALL,MEN,BBW), Dennis McCarthy (ENS,SUR,BON,ENE,VFA,HUN,DEQ,YES,SIN, + CAP,HOL,TOY,SAR,TRA) +Main Theme : Jerry Goldsmith, Alexander Courage +Director of Photography : Marvin Rush +Production Designer : Richard D. James +Editor: Daryl S. Baskin (SAR), Tom Benko (SUR,BTR,VFA,HGR,YES,ALL,HOL), Howard + S. Deane A.C.E. (MEN), J.P. Farrell (EVO,BON,PRI,HUN,MPR,SIN,TIN,BBW), Bob + Lederman (ENS,WHO,ENE,DEF,DEQ,OFF,CAP,TOY,TRA) +Unit Production Manager : Merri D. Howard +First Assistant Director : Chip Chalmers (EVO,WHO,BTR,PRI,DEF,HGR,MPR,OFF, + TOY,MEN,BBW), Adele G. Simmons (MPR), Bruce Alan Solow (ALL,TIN), Brad + Yacobian (ENS,SUR,BON,ENE,VFA,HUN,DEQ,YES,SIN,CAP,HOL,SAR,TRA) +Second Assistant Director : Adele G. Simmons (EVO-DEQ,YES-BBW), Jeff Cline + (MPR) +Costume Designer : Robert Blackman +Original Starfleet Uniforms : William Ware Theiss +Visual Effects Supervisor : Dan Curry (ENS,SUR,BON,ENE,VFA,HUN,DEQ,YES,SIN, + CAP,HOL,SAR,TRA), Rob Legato (EVO,WHO,BTR,PRI,DEF,HGR,MPR,OFF,ALL,TIN,TOY, + MEN,BBW) +Post Production Supervisor : Wendy Neuss +Original Set Design : Herman Zimmerman +Makeup Designer : Michael Westmore +Set Decorator : Tom Pedigo (EVO-ENE), Jim Mees (PRI-BBW) +Senior Illustrator (EVO-ALL) : Rick Sternbach +Senior Illustrator / Technical Consultant (CAP-BBW) : Rick Sternbach +Scenic Art Supervisor (EVO-ALL) : Michael Okuda +Scenic Art Supervisor / Technical Consultant (CAP-BBW) : Michael Okuda +Set Designer : Gary Speckman +Script Supervisor : Cosmo Genovese +Special Optical Effects : Dick Brownfield +Property Master : Joe Longo (ENS,SUR,BON,ENE,VFA,HUN,DEQ,YES,SIN,CAP,HOL,SAR, + TRA), Alan Sims (EVO,WHO,BTR,PRI,DEF,HGR,MPR,OFF,ALL,TIN,TOY,MEN,BBW) +Construction Coordinator : Al Smutko +Hair Designer : Vivian McAteer +Hair Stylist : Barbara Lampson (EVO-DEF,HGR,MPR,OFF-BBW), Tim Jones (HUN,DEQ), + Rita Bordonaro (YES) +Makeup Artists : Gerald Quist (all but BBW), June Abston Haymore (all eps.), + Hank Edds (BBW) +Production Associate : Susan Sackett +Visual Effects Coordinator : Gary Hutzel (EVO,WHO,BTR,PRI,DEF,HGR,MPR,OFF,ALL, + TIN,TOY,MEN,BBW), Ron Moore (ENS,SUR,BON,ENE,VFA,HUN,DEQ,YES,SIN,CAP,HOL, + SAR,TRA) +Visual Effects Associate (DEQ-BBW) : David Takemura +Production Coordinator : Diane Overdiek +Assistants to the Producers (EVO,ENS) : Terri Martinez, Carol Eisner +Post Production Associate(s) : Terri Martinez (SUR-BBW), Heidi Julian (DEQ- + BBW), Wendy Rosenfeld (DEQ-BBW) +Pre-Production Associate (DEQ-BBW) : Eric A. 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Time for a quick synopsis +first, though. + +Plot One: An away team consisting of Riker, Worf, and Geordi is down on the +planet of Galorndon Core, investigating a distress signal. As it turns out, +it was from a Romulan ship. What's it doing this side of the Neutral Zone? +Geordi is lost in a pit just before beam-up, and owing to the wonderful +electrical storms in the atmosphere, the Enterprise can neither detect him at +all, nor even beam down another party until the window that just closed +reopens. And, as if things weren't bad enough, Geordi finds that the one +Romulan Worf and Riker found and beamed aboard the ship wasn't the only one +there. There's a second one...with a somewhat nasty disposition. The two +of them are eventually forced to work together to locate the beacon sent +down, particularly after Centurion Bochra's legs go out from under him and +Geordi's interface with the VISOR is lost. That's all for that one. + +Plot Two: The Romulan brought on board is dying. He needs a transfusion of +suitable ribosomes, after cell damage down on the planet. (Nice planet, +this.) Unfortunately, neither human nor Vulcan ribosomes are suitable. The +one crewman who would be a suitable donor...is Worf. Now, if you were +Worf, would you help a member of the race that killed your parents? Neither +would he. Both Dr. Crusher and Capt. Picard try to convince him to help +without actually ordering him to do so, but to no avail. + +Plot Three: Did I mention there's also a Romulan ship a couple of light-years +away, coming on a "mission of mercy" to rescue their comrades? Did I mention +that Picard tells Commander Tomolok again and again that his crossing over +into Federation space would be a grave violation of treaty, and a break in +the ceasefire? Did I mention that Tomolok comes over anyway, demanding his +crewman be beamed over to him? I did now. :-) As it happens, no shots are +fired...but only just. + +Okay. I may have skimped a bit on the synop, but believe me, I can't +adequately convey the tension that's present in most of the story. Time for +some comments, I think. + +First off, let's take care of one of my two very minor gripes. We never +really found out why the Romulans were there on the planet in the first +place. Riker mentions something about a possible base for future attack, but +that's not really brought up again. Commander Tomolok claims it was a +navigational error, to which Picard correctly replies, "A simple navigational +error, Commander? HALF A LIGHT-YEAR on our side of the Zone?" I'd be inclined +to doubt that explanation, too. We never really discover the true reason. +Unlike, say, "Q-Who", where many of the mysteries were clearly setups for +future stories, this simply struck me as a loose end. + +I'll save the other gripe for later, since I have so many good things to say +about the story. This and "The Emissary" strike me as the only two really +good multi-plot stories TNG has had. In general, it's distracting. Here, it +only heightened the tension. Possibly, that's because the plots were related +(as opposed to, for example, "The Icarus Factor"). + +The Worf plot was exceptionally well handled, I thought. It not only made +sense to me that he'd feel the way he did, it made sense that he'd stick to +it through and through. As he said, "My Starfleet training tells me one +thing...but everything I am tells me another!!" How very Klingon. It also +seemed appropriate that if Picard had actually gone through and ordered him, +he would have done it. He would probably have lost all respect for Picard and +transferred off, but he would have done it. I thought for one fleeting moment +that Picard might do so. He said, very sharply, "Mister Worf...". Worf +straightened. "That will be all." Then I started breathing again. :-) + +I always wondered what Geordi would be like as a prisoner...now I know. +He's a smart-ass. One exchange early on goes like this: + +"A Romulan ship will arrive shortly and you will be taken aboard as a +prisoner of the Romulan Empire!" + +"No, I don't think so. Y'see, we heard that distress signal too, Commodore [a +sarcastic appellation, not a real rank -- TL], and, well, the fleet is in! +The skies above us are just filled with Federation ships." +"You're lying!" +"I never lie with sand in my shoes." + +Gotta love him. + +He also can think fast on his feet in other ways. When trapped in the pit, he +digs out some minerals he finds, puts them in a crevice, and phasers them on +low, melting them into pitons. I knew that goddamn peg-board in PE way back +when had to be good for something. :-) + +Even Centurion Bochra was well characterized. As an example, when he finds +out Geordi is blind, he asks, "How did this happen?" "I was born like this." +Bochra replies, "And your parents let you live?" Heartless, yes; but very, +very accurate. Well done. + +I thought the gradual buildup of hostility between Picard and Commander +Tomolok was reasonably well done, though not perfect. I especially liked two +scenes. The first occurs when the Romulan ship crosses the Zone border into +Federation space. We see a tight shot of Picard. "Mr. Worf..._Red +Alert_." And yes, you could hear the words being underlined. Brr. The other +scene is at the end, when the two ships are poised to blow each other up. The +Enterprise detects Geordi at that point, and the window's only gonna be open +for another 3 minutes or something. When Picard finds out that they're +detecting TWO lifeforms, he quickly manages to propose a truce, in a very +eloquent speech. I won't go into that very much, though. In addition, the +relevance to 20th century situations was neither lost nor used as a bludgeon. +We simply have one final exchange between Riker and Picard, with Picard +saying quietly (and relievedly), "Brinksmanship...is a dangerous game." +I've since come to call this story the Romulan Missile Crisis. + +And, finally, my one other mini-gripe, although it's framed in a good point. +When I heard Wesley mention using a neutrino pulse in the beacon, I yelled, +"NOOOO! Not again, dammit!" However, it seemed to be used almost correctly +here. The beacon itself was matter and could survive a storm. It sent out +neutrino pulses in a specific pattern, which would be able to penetrate the +storms. (True enough.) Then, all Geordi had to do was change that pattern, +which isn't that tough. The ship would then know he'd found it and was at the +beacon's landing point. Assuming they have a good method of detecting +neuytrinos, which isn't stretching a point too far over four centuries, that +would work. My one complaint: the beam was shown as unidirectional, which I +didn't like. So I'm strange. + +Oh, by the way, when I say 'shown' as unidirectional, I mean that that's how +GEORDI sees it. We don't see anything. There are several shots throughout the +story of what Geordi's seeing through the VISOR, which were wonderful. And +there wasn't a big deal made out of it, like there was back in "Heart of +Glory". Quite nice. + +Well, this has gone on long enough. Time to wrap it up for this week. + +THE RATINGS: + +Plot: 9.5 - Almost unoriginal, but the fusion of the plots helped a lot. Also + a little off for the non-explanation of why they were there to + begin with. +Plot Handling: 10 - Could not have been better. +Characterization: 10 - See Plot Handling. +Technical: 9.7 - Some off for the unidirectional beam, but some of that back + on for the shots through the VISOR. + +TOTAL: 39.2/4---> 9.8. Phew. Keep these up. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"You are my prisoner!" +"Great. What a strategic triumph for the Romulan Empire." + --Bochra and Geordi +-- +Copyright 1989, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enemy_of b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enemy_of new file mode 100644 index 00000000..4a258d5f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enemy_of @@ -0,0 +1,7294 @@ +Star Trek: The Next Generation +The Enemy of My Enemy +Jonathan Geld +Copywrite Jonathan Geld 1991 + + +PROLOG +------ + +The interstellar shuttle ponderously approached the orbital drydock. +After two days of deep-space flight, those within the transport +vehicle were decidedly anxious to board the vessel moored in the +confines of the drydock. For the past hour, the shuttle had been +orbiting the planet Ceti Eridani Four while security codes were +verified and reverified for the ship's occupants. + +``Damn the overactive imaginations of the intelligence services,'' +muttered the older of the two officers seated at the controls of the +shuttle. ``We haven't been gone more than a week and yet they still +have to go through all this nonsense.'' + +``Calm yourself, Kafarth,'' intoned the younger but senior officer. +``The wheels of bureaucracy turn very slowly at times. You must turn +the time spent waiting into time spent being productive. When we +finally board the Falcon there will be much to do. Prepare for it,'' +he said, as he settled deeply into his seat and reclosed his eyes. + +``Hah! `Time spent being productive,' he says. Look at you, lying +there. How can you sleep? While we've been gone, those people who +call themselves engineers have probably brought ruin to all the hard +work that was done before I left.'' Kafarth pounded the armrest of +his seat with frustration. ``Do you know how much still needed to be +done after the last shakedown cruise? Realignment of the warp drive, +modification of the Gamma-level cloaking device, not to mention the +power imbalances we were having with the disruptors. Then we get +called away from real work so that we can please some petty +bureaucrats in the War Council.'' + +High Commander Kareel tr'Arwhael was well acquainted with his Chief +Engineer's intolerance of anything which drew him away from what he +considered to be an important task. The fact that they had been +called to attend a meeting of the Praetorian War Council in order to +justify the material and personnel expense which had gone into the +Falcon had not helped any. Kareel, himself, had not been pleased with +the obligation, but there had been no avoiding it. As the most +decorated senior officer of the recent Border Wars and as the trainer +of many of the Fleet's commanding officers, his word carried the +weight necessary to sway Council members' votes. He had brought his +Chief Engineer to provide the technical evidence of the Falcon's +worth. It had worked and the Council had given the go ahead for the +ship to be commissioned. They had also given the ship its first +mission, one which Kareel knew might also be its last. + +He shook himself from these thoughts when permission was granted for +them to approach the drydock. ``There you go, Kafarth. Now we can +see if your engineering crew did indeed destroy our ship.'' + +The engineer gave his commander a withering look. ``Just wait until +the first time you call for warp speed, Commander. You might find +every food dispensary on the ship throwing out tons of mak'pargh.'' + +Kareel chuckled as he imagined the ship being inundated by the red +gelatin dessert. He then straightened his face and ordered, ``Take us +in Sub-Commander, let's take a look at our ship.'' + +Now given clearance, the shuttle matched the orbital characteristics +of the drydock and resumed its approach. As the craft entered the +opaquing field surrounding the drydock, the officers were provided +with a full view of the newest ship in the Rihannsu fleet. Half again +as long as the Nova-class battleships, the Falcon was the largest +warship the Empire had yet to create. In the spirit of its +predecessors, the bow of the ship contained the command and living +sections. In spite of the greater overall size of the ship, this +section was actually smaller than that of the Nova-class. Due to +increased power requirements demanded by having twice the firepower of +previous ships and the new cloaking technology, much of the additional +volume was occupied by an enlarged engineering section. The increase +in size of engineering gave the ship a teardrop shaped stern. +Surrounding the tail of the ship were three warp drive nacelles. Two +were mounted on wings attached to the large engineering section, +giving the ship the classic birdlike look. The third was mounted +along the base of the engineering section resembling a dorsal fin. + +There would be no mistaking this vessel as anything but Rihannish, +thought Kareel. The familiar lines were all there. But woe to those +who would try to attack this ship as if it were a Nova-class warbird. +The additional disruptor emplacements not only gave the ship more +firepower, but covered the areas which were blind spots on the +previous ships. The new cloaking device solved many of the +shortcomings of the earlier device by damping much of the +gravitational distortion created by the starship's mass. At Kareel's +insistence, modified defense shields had been added to the Falcon to +protect it in those cases where the cloaking device would not be +effective. There had been too many battles lost in the Border Wars +due to the over-dependence some commanders had on the effectiveness of +their cloaking devices. + +As Kafarth brought the shuttle to a docking bay, Kareel remarked, +``This ship is our finest achievement, Kafarth, we have done well.'' + +``Yes, Commander, perhaps too well. It is a very complex piece of +equipment, there is much that can go wrong.'' + +Kareel chuckled again as he and his Chief Engineer rose from their +seats and approached the shuttle's portal. ``You worry too much, +Kafarth, that is what makes you a great engineer. No matter what I do +to a ship of ours, you manage to piece it back together again.'' + +The engineer replied, ``That's because you were kind enough to leave +enough of the ship for me to be able to patch it up. Though in some +cases it wasn't easy.'' + +Kareel's smile faded as he said, ``Then leave it to me, my friend, to +see to it that there will be enough left this time for patching.'' + +Kafarth nodded solemnly as he turned to the opening portal. An honor +guard had arrived in the shuttle bay to greet the ship's commanding +officer. As Kareel exited the shuttle, the guards snapped to +attention and held their arms out, saluting in the traditional Romulan +fashion. The commander paused at the portal of the shuttle and +returned the salute. As he stepped down to the deck of the Falcon , +the First Officer and the Political Officer approached along the aisle +formed by the guard. + +T'fara, his First Officer the past five years and wife for the past +two, saluted him and said, ``We welcome your return, Commander. You +will find that all is in readiness for the Falcon's commissioning.'' + +At this announcement Kafarth snorted and muttered something under his +breath. Kareel turned to him and, knowing his friend's haste to get +to his post, said, ``Chief Engineer, why don't you go to Engineering +and verify for yourself what the First Officer has told us.'' + +``Yes, Commander, with pleasure,'' Kafarth said eagerly and quickly +disappeared into the turbolift. + +``Does the Chief Engineer not trust in the efficiency of his own crew +and his commanding officers?'' asked Bkandar, the Falcon's political +officer. + +Kareel eyed the small, ugly man with distaste. Ever since the +mutinies that had occurred on some ships during the Border Wars, the +Praetorate had insisted upon each ship carrying a Political Officer. +The official intent of the position was to keep crew morale high and +faith in the Empire paramount. Kareel knew the truth of the matter +was that they were spies sent to keep an eye on ship's officers. The +one thing the Praetorate feared the most was a renegade and popular +commander gaining power and turning the military against them. That +was how many of them had achieved their current stations. + +Kareel had no use for Political Officers and always sought to make +that clear to those assigned to his ships. ``Bkandar,'' he began, +``Sub-Commander Kafarth has ensured the survival of ships under his +care by not completely trusting anybody. This ship has orders to +depart at the earliest possible time and Kafarth feels it necessary to +inspect all of Engineering before then and I concur. Do you have any +problems with that, Sub-Commander?'' + +Bkandar had opened his mouth to reply but Kareel had already returned +his attention to the First Officer. ``Commander, what is the status +of the crew?'' + +T'fara explained that acquisition of the ship's complement had been +completed during his absence and that a full list was available for +his perusal. As they walked to the turbolift, she continued her +report that the personnel were busily familiarizing themselves with +the new equipment on board the Falcon . + +Kareel could not help but admire his wife. She was the best First +Officer he had ever commanded. She fulfilled her primary +responsibility of crew organization and discipline so well that those +problems seldom reached his office. She left him free to run the ship +without having to be concerned with whether someone might not be able +to fulfill their duties. As a consequence, his contact with the lower +echelons of the crew was somewhat limited; but he had always preferred +it that way. + +As the turbolift moved them toward the ship's bridge, Kareel briefed +T'fara and Bkandar on their upcoming mission. ``As you are both +aware, the past three years have seen three Neutral Zone outposts and +five border starbases destroyed by an unknown force. An investigatory +mission by Commander T-Bok revealed no indications of the agency +behind this destruction. Last month, T-Bok's ship disappeared in the +Neutral Zone. It is the decision of the War Council that the Falcon's +commissioning voyage is to investigate T-Bok's disappearance and +uncover the responsible agent.'' + +``I would think that it is obvious who is doing this destruction, +Commander,'' responded Bkandar. ``The only other force about the +Neutral Zone is the Federation. What is the mystery?'' + +``The `mystery', Sub-Commander,'' retorted Kareel, ``is that there is +no proof of Federation complicity in this matter. In addition, the +Praetorate is very hesitant to enter another war so soon after the +Border Wars. Economically and socially, the Empire is not ready to +support another prolonged conflict. The orders from the War Council +are to investigate, not instigate. If we find that the Federation is +the force behind the destruction, then further decisions will have to +be made. + +``However, it was also suggested that if the opportunity does arise to +engage a Federation vessel, the decision of how to proceed is under my +discretion,'' the Commander continued. ``Realize though, that it is +my decision and none other's.'' + +Both T'fara and Bkandar nodded their understanding as the turbolift +came to a halt at the Falcon's bridge. They both felt they knew +Kareel well enough to have a good idea what his response to a +Federation vessel in the Neutral Zone would be. After all, they were +aboard a ship which was the match of any Federation ship, including +the vaunted Galaxy class. + +Kareel critically scanned the bridge officers who had come to +attention as he had entered the room. He circled the large room +saluting each officer as he came to them. At each station he queried +the officer of their readiness and what difficulties they had been +encountering. His interest in the command crew of his ships had made +him a popular and much sought after commanding officer in the fleet. +When he had agreed to head up the Falcon project, there had been no +difficulty in attracting the talent he had wanted. That was one +reason the War Council had been reproachful of the personnel drain the +project had caused upon the rest of the fleet. + +The High-Commander finished his rounds and moved to sit in the command +chair near the middle of the rectangular bridge. He ordered a +communications channel be opened to the rest of the ship as he eased +himself into the chair. ``Crew of the Falcon ,'' he began. ``It is +my pleasure to inform you that this ship has been fully commissioned +by the Praetorian War Council. As you know, this implies that we have +been given our first mission. What we have to do will not be easy, +nor will it be safe. We have been ordered to investigate instances of +aggression against the Empire along the Neutral Zone. This may entail +bringing this ship into the Neutral Zone and it may mean reprisal acts +of aggression of our own. I assure you that I have full faith that +this ship and its crew are ready to do what is necessary to fulfill +our mission.'' He paused to let the announcement sink in and then +concluded, ``The Falcon will depart from drydock in thirteen hours. +Kareel out.'' + +He then sat back into the chair and contemplated the viewscreen which +was showing an outer view of the starship. This was no ship of peace, +he thought, it was a ship of war. Twice the firepower of the Nova +class, an advanced cloaking device and additional shielding made it a +deadly arrow aimed at only one target. It had been obvious from the +beginning that the War Council intended for the Falcon class to battle +the Federation. Technologically, this ship met or exceeded +Starfleet's Galaxy class. The new cloaking device would enable the +ship to enter the bowels of Federation space, perhaps even to the +Terran system itself. It could possibly endanger the very balance of +power which had held the Romulans back from waging an all out war +against the Federation. Kareel knew that the true purpose of +selecting the Falcon for this mission was to test just that theory. + +Kareel smiled and thought, ``It's time for theory to end and for +practice to begin.'' + + +CHAPTER ONE +----------- + +Commander William Riker's entrance to the Vari-Gee chamber was less +than dignified. The First Officer of the Starship Enterprise lost +control as he stepped from the controlled gravity of the rest of the +ship into the null gravity of the chamber. As he flew across the +room, he regained enough presence of mind to execute a tumble in +mid-air and stop himself using his legs against the wall to absorb the +energy of his flight. + +``Very good, Number One. You are getting better at this,'' said the +other occupant of the room. + +Riker silently regarded his captain who was hanging from an inverted +position over the middle of the room. The First Officer had nothing +but respect for Jean-Luc Picard, but he personally thought the man was +out of his head if he truly enjoyed null gravity. All Riker ever got +out of it was a good case of nausea. + +``I'm afraid I will never get to like this feeling as much as you do, +Captain,'' Riker said as grabbed a handhold and brought himself to the +same orientation as Picard. + +``Nobody said that you had to like it, Will,'' Picard replied. As he +talked he pushed himself from the ceiling and executed a tight tumble +which enabled him to push off from the next wall with his feet. He +bounced from wall to wall, each time ending up perfectly oriented with +his feet in a position to push off. Finally, he wound up back in his +starting position. ``It may become a necessity to function in zero +gravity if the artificial gravity aboard the Enterprise or any other +ship you happen to be commanding suddenly went out,'' explained +Picard. + +Riker shook his head as his captain bounced around the room. He just +hoped that he would be in that kind of physical condition when he +entered his fifties. Meanwhile, here he was just trying to keep his +stomach in line. To take his mind off the aerial gymnastics and his +stomach, Riker decided to follow up on Picard's reasoning. ``But, +Captain, that wouldn't likely be the only problem if that happened. +Let's face it, if we lost gravity while the ship was moving there +wouldn't be enough of the crew left to worry about after we all +slammed into a wall at Warp speed!'' + +Picard, who wiped his face with a towel that had been floating near +him, rolled his eyes up to the floor. ``Number One, I do believe you +are being deliberately obstinate,'' he said with humor in his voice. +``You have to allow your captain his little eccentricities, it says so +right in the Starfleet guidebook.'' His tone became more somber as he +said, ``Besides, events which occurred during the Stargazer's final +mission made zero gravity training a necessity. A well placed Ferengi +shot disabled a main gravity generator and its two backup subsystems. +Rather than have a gravity imbalance tear the ship apart, I decided to +shut down all generators until engineering could repair it. For +fifteen minutes during the heat of battle, we had to remain stationary +and effect repairs while fending off a Ferengi warship. If it hadn't +been for the null gravity training of the crew, I might not be here +lecturing you today.'' + +Riker knew something of the Stargazer incident, when a young Jean-Luc +Picard had lost his first command and his closest friend. He was +always amazed that his captain could casually bring up a subject that +had almost cost him his career, not to mention his life. He realized, +however, that to Picard all of life was a learning experience and that +mistakes often taught more than successes. That ability was one which +Riker admired and tried hard to emulate. + +Picard continued with a mischevious grin, ``Of course, the Stargazer +was dead in space at the time. I always hope that if I am on another +ship which decides to lose its gravity there will be enough time to +bring the ship to a halt. It is heartening that there have been no +reported cases of a ship losing artificial gravity except after an +attack.'' He paused as he stroked his chin. ``Although, there have +been a few unexplained losses of ship and crew!'' Picard cracked a +smile and remarked, ``Why, Commander, I do believe you are turning a +shade green. Perhaps we should get you more secure footing. +Computer, restore gravity.'' + +That command brought an order to Picard and Riker's one room universe. +Suddenly there was an up and a down orientation and the younger man's +stomach stopped spinning. Slowly they were deposited on the padded +floor of the room. Padding had become a necessity after the first +broken wrists and legs wound up in sick-bays from the earliest null +gravity rooms. + +The Vari-Gee chambers were common items on Starfleet vessels and the +Enterprise had three. They were possible because of a feature of the +way gravity was generated in a starship. They were located at points +within the ship at which the various generated gravity fields +intersected. The combined effects of the fields were played against +one another to create the desired gravitational effect. They had +proven themselves valuable not only as null gravity training rooms, +but also as tools to climatize crew members who were preparing for +planetary excursions to worlds more massive than Earth. + +Riker and Picard exited the room with the First Officer looking much +relieved. He accepted the importance of being able to handle himself +in zero gravity, and felt that he was better than most at it. But he +much preferred knowing which way was up. He said to Picard, ``I think +I'll head over to the locker room and get out of this exercise suit +and into the spa. I had a jiu-jitsu match this morning which has left +every muscle hurting. That room,'' he said pointing over his +shoulder, ``didn't help matters any. Care to join me?'' + +``An excellent idea, Will,'' he replied. ``It sounds like a very +relaxing way to finish the day.'' + +As they began to head for the exercise area, the gruff voice of +Lieutenant Worf, the Enterprise's Chief of Security, came from +Picard's chest communicator, ``Captain, we are receiving a Priority +call from Admiral Johnson at Starfleet Command.'' + +Picard tapped his communicator and responded, ``Thank you, Lieutenant. +I am on my way. Have the call routed to my ready room.'' He closed +the connection and the two officers reversed their course, now heading +for the turbolift at the end of the hall, ``We'll have to forego the +spa for another day, Commander, it seems we have work to do.'' + +Riker nodded and took on a more serious demeanor. ``Should I start +recalling the crew from their shore leave? We still have about two +hundred people on the planet's surface.'' + +``Yes, have Chief O'Brien begin recovery procedures. Let him know +that I want Commanders La Forge and Data back on board as soon as +possible. If the rumours I have been hearing are true, we could be in +store for a rough mission. I want the two of them to give the ship a +complete work over before we deorbit. Shield and drive diagnostics to +receive top priority.'' As they stepped into the turbolift he glanced +at Riker's damp clothes. Smiling, he said, ``You might, however, want +to stop by your quarters and clean up after you give those orders, +Number One. You're a mess! Join me in my ready room when you are +done.'' + + +------ + +Geordi La Forge had known that coming into the casino was not a good +idea. But his android companion had wanted to try out his newly +learned poker skills. Data was doing quite well for himself, the +Enterprise's Chief Engineer had to admit. He had collected quite a +large sum of money in winnings, but had also collected an even bigger +audience. + +Data was now involved in a very high stakes game. La Forge estimated +there were half a million in credits worth of chips on the table. +Only Data and one other man remained of the fivesome who had started +this hand, and the other man was beginning to sweat. Data was +impassive as always. + +``I believe that I will see your bid, sir, and raise you two hundred +thousand credits,'' Data responded to his opponent's sortie. + +``You're bluffing, mister. So I'll humor you,'' the big man replied. +He then pushed his entire pile to the middle of the table. ``I'll +call. You're going to have to beat two pair, kings and eights.'' + +La Forge let out a low whistle, there wasn't much that could beat that +combination. Then he saw something incredible, as Data lay down two +queens and three deuces. A full house and Data had won. + +``A most enjoyable game, sir,'' Data said as he leaned across the +table to pull in his winnings, only to look straight into the business +end of a projectile weapon. Data stood up quickly and backed away +from the obviously irritated man. ``May I ask what your intent is?'' +Data asked imperturbably. + +``I don't know how you did it, but you must have cheated,'' the man +said as he shook away spectators that were trying to restrain him. He +continued as he alternated aiming his gun at both Geordi and Data. +``No one wins that many games. And no one,'' he emphasized, ``wins +that many games against me. Tell me. You're counting cards, aren't +you?'' It was more of a statement than a question. + +Geordi tried to signal to his friend, but the android did not see him. +Data continued on truthfully, ``Of course, sir. I've been taught to +use my greatest abilities to win at this game. Being an android can +have its advantages.'' + +A hush had fallen over the crowd at Data's admission. His opponent +began to laugh. ``Well, that will teach me to play stud poker with a +walking computer.'' Others in the crowd began to relax and smile, but +the tension rose as the man became ominously serious again and said, +``But, Mr. Android, counting cards is strictly illegal on this planet +and I'm going to have to kill you.'' He raised his weapon at Data. + +Geordi stepped up to the man. He wasn't worried about the gun +injuring Data, but some of the bystanders might get hit by a +ricocheting bullet and this he wanted to avoid. ``Come on, there must +be another way to resolve this. How about if Data agrees to return +the money to its original owners?'' + +The man appeared to consider this and then shook his head. ``No, he +must be made an example of. Then the money will be returned. If you +don't get out of the way, you'll buy it before your friend here.'' + +``Buy it?'' Data asked. + +``I'll explain later. If there is a later,'' Geordi replied. Just +then his communicator beeped with a transporter lock. He smiled with +relief and turned to the gunman. He backed off to stand next to Data +and as he waved to the man with his right had he tapped the +confirmation signal with his left. + +``Sorry, we'd love to see this resolved, but maybe next time,'' he +called as he and the Enterprise's second officer dematerialized to the +stunned look of the antagonist. + + +------ + +A starship with a crew of over one thousand people on an extended +mission inevitably had problems between crew members. The Enterprise +was a small insular city whose ultimate authority was the captain. +Thus, gone were the days when the captain could conduct all his +business from the bridge or from a desk in his quarters. There needed +to be a location where the administration of ship could take place, as +well as the final resolution of difficulties among the crew. The +captain's ready room off the main bridge became that place. It was +where the business of the ship was conducted, and it was the place +where all crew members could be assured of getting the captain's ear. +It was also the place where communications considered sensitive could +be received and evaluated. + +Jean-Luc Picard stood staring out the viewport in the ready room +contemplating the stars. The orders which he had just finished +viewing were not only sensitive, they were profoundly disturbing. The +peace which had been the rule more than the exception over the people +who lived about those stars might be shattered by the ultimate +resolution of those orders. He turned from the viewport when the door +signal chimed, indicating Riker was ready to talk with him. He picked +up a cup of tea from his desk and sipped it, trying to calm his +turbulent feelings with mundane acts. He then signalled for the door +to open. + +The First Officer walked in smiling. ``Geordi and Data have just +beamed aboard, sir. I appears that Commander La Forge was showing +Data the finer points of the human condition,'' he quipped. + +``Indeed? I shall be most interested in how my Chief Engineer is +educating my Second Officer.'' He then took another sip of his tea +and indicated for Riker to pour himself some. ``Later, though. +Please sit down, Number One.'' + +Picard sat behind his desk and touched a few controls on the computer +console. ``I would like you to see the communique we just received +from Starfleet.'' + +They both turned their attention to the viewscreen on the wall next to +Picard's desk. Admiral Robert Johnson's face lit up the screen. +``Hello, Jean-Luc. I trust that this finds you and your crew well +rested, and the Enterprise in good condition. I apologize for not +being able to allow you to complete your shore leave term, but +circumstances in and around the Romulan Neutral Zone have made that +impossible. + +``As you are aware, for the past two years attacks have been made on +our outposts along the Neutral Zone border. Your ship was sent in to +investigate early on in this matter and wound up having the first +encounter with the Romulans in over twenty years. Until two months +ago, there had been no further attacks against Federation posts. +Since that time, two more planetary outposts have been obliterated, as +well as three of the border Starbases.'' + +Riker looked up in surprise at Picard, he had not realized the +destruction had gotten to this scale. The captain nodded and replied, +``It gets worse. Listen.'' + +Johnson continued, ``After the first of the starbases was destroyed, +Starfleet sent in two ships to investigate. The Gallant and the +Endeavor arrived about three weeks ago. Last week, the most recent +attack resulted in Starbase 59's destruction. The Gallant responded +to the distress call but was too late.'' The screen switched to a +view from space of the starbase. Large pieces of the hull of the base +were scattered in the view, and an angry red glow was coming from a +large hole in the starbase's living section. Over the picture, the +admiral's voice went on, ``The Gallant reported no survivors.'' + +The viewscreen came back to Johnson's tense face. ``Not one hour had +passed after these pictures were sent when we lost contact with the +Gallant. There was no warning and no distress call sent. The +Endeavor was dispatched to the region and although it found the debris +from the starbase, there was no sign of the other starship. That was +three days ago. This morning, communication with the Endeavor was +lost, also without warning. + +``We have now lost over ten thousand people to these attacks, +Jean-Luc. The captains and crew of the two starships were among the +best we have, they should not have been taken by surprise but that is +the only explanation we have for the lack of distress calls.'' He +paused and his mouth set grimly, ``The apparent lack of forewarning +and the location being the Neutral Zone indicates to Starfleet Command +that these attacks are most likely the work of the Romulans. +Especially in light of their heightened presence in and around the +area the past two years. It is the decision of Starfleet Command that +the Enterprise be sent to the region to investigate. We need to know +just what kind of weapons are being brought to bear against our bases +and ships, and more importantly, confirmation that it is the Romulans +who are doing this. + +``We would like to send you support ships, but at the moment it is +impossible. The nearest ships are weeks away and have begun +preparations to join you, but until they arrive you are it. Not only +are you going to be responsible for unearthing the details of these +attacks, but also for protecting the remaining three starbases: 57, +63, and 64.'' + +At this Riker whistled and then quietly said, ``Those bases are three +days apart at warp seven. We can't protect all of them.'' + +Picard sipped his tea and grunted in acknowledgement of Riker's +observation. + +``The Enterprise has been given extraordinary authorization to enter +the Neutral Zone if you feel it is necessary, Captain,'' the recording +continued. ``It is not the desire of Starfleet to start another war +with the Romulans, however, we must know the cause for these attacks. +If your investigation brings you in contact with the Romulans,'' +Johnson paused. He then cleared his throat and looked with compassion +through the viewer, ``I don't need to tell you your business, +Jean-Luc, nor will I tie your hands. You are the best captain we +have, and the Enterprise is our best ship. Your authorization is to +do what is necessary, and that is for you to decide at the time. +Johnson out.'' The image of the admiral was replaced by the stars of +the Starfleet logo. + +The two officers turned their chairs to face one another, a look of +resignation in both of their faces. Riker began, ``I can't help +thinking, Captain, that this isn't the Romulan's style. Historically, +they avoid provoking a battle by firing the first shot. Usually, they +will provoke it by drawing their adversary into a situation where he +has to fire first.'' + +``My feelings exactly, Number One. Our previous encounters with the +Romulans have all been of that genre as well. For them to all of a +sudden take the offensive like this is very much out of character,'' +he replied. ``However, if they have developed a new weapon which +allows them to easily destroy a planetary outpost and starbases which +are heavily shielded, they may very well have experienced a change of +strategy. + +``Regardless, it is our job to discover just what is going on out +there. As soon as we have recovered our crew and Mr. La Forge is +ready, I want the Enterprise headed on a course for the location of +Starbase 59, since it was the last starbase to be attacked and the +Endeavor and Gallant disappeared there. Let's see what clues we can +unearth at the scene of the crime,'' he paused to collect his +thoughts. ``I want you to rearrange the duty schedules so that two of +either yourself, myself, or Mr. Data are on the bridge at all times +once we arrive at the Neutral Zone. The third shall be available to +respond immediately if the situation warrants it. Once we leave warp +near the zone, I want the entire crew to be under conditional alert at +all times.'' + +Riker nodded his assent, but added, ``It will be a strain on the crew, +Captain. Heightened alert status always is.'' + +``I'm aware of that, Will, there is no choice. It is better for us to +be ready for any situation that arises, rather than be caught +unaware.'' Picard then stood and picked up his tea cup as he turned +once again to the viewport. ``As I see it, Number One, we are now the +only thing standing between peace and war. If it is to be war, then +ours will be the first battle.'' + + +CHAPTER 2 +--------- + +Picard entered the briefing room adjacent to the main bridge. As he +approached the table, the assembled officers quieted down and turned +to him expectantly. When the Enterprise had begun its journey to the +Neutral Zone two days earlier, the captain had ordered each officer to +research a different aspect of the mission. Now, each would give +their report in the presence of the others so that they could all be +better prepared to handle the job at hand. + +``Well, let's get started, shall we?'' said Picard as he sat in his +chair at the head of the table. ``You've all been briefed on the +mission, but we all have gaps in our education about the Romulans. +So, Mr. Data, tell us what you've found out about the Romulan Empire +and its people.'' + +Data began in his normal neutral voice, ``Considering how long the +Federation and the Empire have been at conflict with one another, +Starfleet's records contain surprisingly little useful information, +sir.'' + +``Can you elaborate on that, Data?'' prompted Riker. + +``Yes, sir. One would expect that after having had contact with the +Romulans, or Rihannsu as they call themselves, for over one hundred +fifty years that the Federation would have more information than I +have been able to access. Starfleet computers have minimal cultural +and sociological information regarding the Romulan Empire. The +historical information is fairly common knowledge. The Federation and +the Romulan Empire fought against one another in an interstellar war +which spanned decades. This conflict began shortly after the first +Federation vessels attempted to make contact with the Romulan +homeworlds, and were subsequently destroyed. The treaty which ended +that period of conflict created the region of space we call the +Neutral Zone. Yet through the length of that war and even during the +treaty talks, no direct contact was ever made with a Romulan. In +fact, the treaty was negotiated completely over voice only subspace +channels. + +``Approximately eighty years ago, the first Federation starship named +Enterprise made the first recorded direct contact with the Romulans. +During this engagement, which took place on the Federation side of the +Neutral Zone, discovery of the Romulan cloaking device was made. This +enhancement to the normal defense shields of Romulan warbird makes the +ship invisible to Federation scanners. However, it was also +discovered that the enormous power drain attributed to cloaking makes +it impossible to amass enough energy to fire weapons. Thus a ship +must drop its cloaking shields to launch an attack. This weakness has +since been exploited by the Federation many times. + +``Shortly after the first engagement, the same ship initiated another +contact with the Romulans, this time within the Neutral Zone. This +contact resulted in the acquisition of a Romulan shield generator. +Much useful information is in the computer banks regarding the +subsequent tests of this shield generator, including confirmation of +the immense power drains that it puts on the systems of a starship. +Until this time, it was doubted that a ship could move at warp speeds +with the shield generator on. These tests proved that this was not +the case, and that a Constitution class vessel could accelerate at +almost warp two with the shielding up.'' + +``Why did the Federation not copy and improve the Romulan shielding +for its own vessels?'' inquired the ship's counselor, Deanna Troi. + +``The records indicate that while Starfleet Command was impressed with +the data acquired in the tests, it was felt that dependance upon a +largely defensive device which was very inefficient would be very +unwise. It was decided to concentrate on improvements to the warp +drive and weaponry as offensive weapons, while increasing the +effectiveness of traditional shielding.'' + +Picard interrupted, ``Yes, all that you have said is well documented, +Mr. Data. But what about more recent contacts?'' + +``That is the oddity of this case, sir. As you are aware, until our +own first encounter with the Romulans two years ago, no authorized +incursions of the Neutral Zone had been made by a Federation vessel. +Indeed, nothing was heard from the Romulan side of the zone for 70 +years. Judging from the transcripts of our communication with the +Romulan commander T-Bok, it would appear that they have been involved +in a great conflict on another border of their empire that kept them +otherwise occupied.'' + +``They have also improved their weaponry and defenses greatly,'' +rumbled Worf. ``The new ship configuration that we have seen is a +great deal more advanced than the old designs they borrowed from my +ancestors.'' + +``Continue, Mr. Worf,'' prompted Picard as he turned his attention to +the Klingon. + +``The ships that we have been encountering are approximately three +times the size of the Birds of Prey seen 70 years ago. Yet, life sign +readings indicate that there are no more than 200 people aboard. This +can only mean that much more room is being used for engineering and +weaponry than in our own ships. While we cannot assume that this +would indicate inferior power supplies to our own, sensor scans taken +at the time of our most recent meeting at Galorndon Core would +indicate that the total power output of their ship was just under that +of our own. This may show that they have not fully conquered the +problems involved with the costliness of their cloaking device. + +``Sensor scans also showed that the Romulan ships are able to bring to +bear a greater quantity of firepower than we can. They have perhaps +half again as many energy weapons emplacements as does the Enterprise. +Our data is not as good with the projectile weapons, but the same +would seem to hold true. However, what they have in quantity may not +make up for the fact that a Romulan disruptor is not as powerful as a +Federation phaser,'' he said with pride in his voice. + +``Defensively, it is more difficult to say how the new warbirds match +up to our own. We have never fired at one so we cannot judge how +their shields would stand up to phaser power. We also do not know how +defense shielding is affected by having the invisibility screen up. + +``Finally, regarding the cloaking device. The information that the +Klingons have given us on their modified cloaking device indicates a +tendency to use brute force to increase the effectiveness of the +shield. By dedicating more of a ship's power to the shields, the +cloaking effect becomes all the more complete. If the Romulans have +stayed on the same development track that they were on when they had +close ties with the Klingon Empire, then we may be able to find them. +The advances we have had in sensor technology over the past fifteen +years may give us an edge. It may take some time to get the method +down, but given the opportunity, I believe I can find a way to lock on +to and destroy a cloaked ship.'' + +``Excellent, Mr. Worf. I hope that we can give you the opportunity to +get some practice before we find ourselves fighting for our lives. I +expect you to work with Mr. Data analysing those old test results and +the logs of our previous encounters to perfect your method before we +meet up with them again. Keep myself and Commander Riker informed of +your progress.'' said Picard, sitting back in his chair at the head +of the black walnut briefing table. Thoughtfully, he turned to +Beverly Crusher, the chief medical officer, ``Well, we've heard had +our history lesson and our strategy lesson. Dr. Crusher, why don't +you give us the physiology lesson?'' + +She smiled and spread her hands wide, ``Historically, the lesson is +the same as Data outlined. Starfleet records have very little +detailed information about Romulan evolution. What we do know comes +from Vulcan prehistory. It relates of a time when the Vulcans and the +Romulans were once and the same race. This was a period of what can +best be described as feudalism, where small city-states warred against +one another. There then came a period of great sociological change on +Vulcan when their great thinker Savek preached logical control of the +emotions which brought on these wars. The Romulan forebears rejected +these teachings which they regarded as soft. The two groups split, +not only philosophically, but also geographically. The Romulan +ancestors, in what is probably the greatest exodus in recorded +history, left Vulcan for a new and presumably more adventuresome life. + +``As Data indicated, there have been very few opportunities to +directly examine any Romulans. Our encounters with the defecting +Admiral Jaroc and with the shipwrecked Romulan, Bochra, on Galorndon +Core were perhaps the closest any Federation medical officer has come +to living Romulans and certainly a dead one. The studies I made while +we had them here and during the autopsy of Jaroc revealed that the +Vulcan/Romulan legends are probably true. There is a striking +physiological resemblance between the Romulans and Vulcans. The +differences in internal anatomy could be attributed to the rise in +temperature which Vulcan experienced after the Romulan forbears left, +and to gravitational variations between Vulcan and the Romulan +homeworlds.'' + +``The mental abilities of the Vulcans is well documented. Is there +any indication that the Romulans have these psi powers?'' inquired +Riker. + +Counselor Troi responded, ``Doubtful. Nothing we have seen verifies +this. Apparently, the Vulcan ability for mental prowess has its +foundations in Savek's early philosophical journeys which the Romulan +predecessors forsook. However, I think that we can expect great +intelligence and persistence in them. Our greatest strength against +them may be our unpredictability, as was proven, I believe, by the +successes of some of the early encounters.'' + +``Agreed, Counselor. We must be prepared to use our guile to our best +advantage. From what Mr. Worf has said, we must also be prepared to +take a beating if we find ourselves in a fight.'' Picard turned and +addressed his Chief Engineer, ``Mr. La Forge, what can you tell me +about our own preparations?'' + +Geordi had been looking over the most recent engineering status report +when Picard had asked this. As he looked up, the light glinted off +the gray steel of his VISOR, a device which enabled him to overcome +blindness and see in a way no other human could. He pressed a button +on the table top which caused the computer to display the data on the +main viewer. As he responded, the listeners turned to the viewer and +considered the data. ``I feel the Enterprise is in the best shape +she's ever been in, Captain. I have had my staff running diagnostics +on all the systems ever since we left orbit and all that has needed +repairing has been dealt with. All systems are showing optimal. The +fine tuning of the warp drive that has been been going on for the past +few months should enable us to top warp 9.85. If the conditions are +right, perhaps 9.9.'' + +Riker whistled quietly. This was close to the theoretical envelope +for the Enterprise . ``How well will the ship hold together and +maneuver under that kind of speed?'' + +``I don't know that I'd want to go any direction but arrow straight at +that high a warp,'' Geordi replied smiling. ``But I'll stand by the +integrity of this ship and the specs that say this ship's structure +should handle warp 9.95. If only we could make a drive that could +punch us that high.'' + +``Well, we don't have one, although I'm sure by the time this journey +of ours is over you'll have gotten us there, Commander. In the +meantime, let's make do with what we have.'' Picard then stood ready +to dismiss the group. ``I feel that we are ready to take what steps +we need to resolve this situation.'' He then looked down at his +officers and spoke somewhat softer, ``I just want to impress upon you +how important this mission is. We are once again going up against old +adversaries whom we know at the outset are dangerous. Many people +have already died, and our job is to try to make sure that many more +don't. To accomplish this, Starfleet has determined that this ship +and her crew are potentially expendable. Our mission is not to start +a war, but if one indeed does develop, let me make it perfectly clear +that this ship will not fold in the face of the enemy. You are all +excellent officers, and I expect nothing less than excellence these +next few days.'' + +He looked up the table and paused looking at Beverly Crusher. He +thought of their friendship and how he was glad to have her aboard. +Her companionship meant a great deal to him, more than he cared to +admit. The thought of bringing her or any of the non-combatant +personnel on the Enterprise into this situation troubled him. But, as +a Starfleet captain he had learned to deal with troubling situations. +Picard then cleared his throat and said, ``I want you all to carry on, +and stay sharp.'' He then turned and walked out onto the bridge. + + +------ + +The next day, the Enterprise dropped out of the netherworld of warp +space into physical space at the location of where Starbase 59 should +have been stationed. In its place, the crew found debris covering a +volume of space that a small planet could have covered. + +``Mr. Data'', called Picard as he exited the turbolift and entered the +bridge, ``what information can your scanners provide about the debris +field?'' + +``Wreckage, Captain,'' responded Data from the Operations console in +the front of the bridge. ``Definitely parts of the Starbase. We are +picking up all the right trace elements. Sizes of the pieces range +from millimeters to sections bigger than a shuttle. No life signs, +and no indications of life-boats.'' + +``No. If there had been life boats, the Endeavor would have picked +them up,'' Picard said grimly. He then turned to the helm station. +``Plot out a search pattern that will enable us to scan at least 80 of +the blast zone, Mr. Crusher. Mr. Data, I want you to select various +pieces of the debris to be beamed aboard and analyzed. Number One, +assemble a science team to study the fragments and have them prepare a +report.'' + +``How about Evans and Okawa? They have solid background in structural +analysis and stress testing. Okawa was also involved with the +original design team of the perimeter starbases. And perhaps a +weapons expert like Mr. Worf would be helpful.'' Riker said, nodding +his head toward the rear console. + +``Evans and Okawa,'' Picard paused as he remembered their names. +``They're the ones who helped Engineering with that nacelle cracking +problem a few months ago. They do excellent work. Mr. Worf, you will +go on half shifts. Four hours here on the bridge and four hours with +the science team.'' + +``Sir, I can continue to do my full duty shift and follow up with the +science team in my off hours,'' Worf replied. + +``Lieutenant, I have no doubts about your endurance. I want you +sharp, however, not dead tired. There will be time enough for long +bridge shifts,'' Picard ended the discussion. + +``Mr. Data, let's get started. I want to be on our way to the last +reported position of the Endeavor within 2 hours.'' + +``Aye, sir, my calculations indicate that it will take approximately +one and three quarter hours to complete the scan.'' + +``Very well, let's get on with it,'' Picard ordered as he settled into +his command chair. + + +------ + +Doctors Miriam Evans and Yasu Okawa were intently studying the +remnants of Starbase 59 when Worf walked into their science lab on +Deck Thirteen. The first thing he noticed was that it was highly +cluttered with piles of overstrained test samples scattered about the +room. He almost chuckled when he saw that the old samples had been +simply pushed aside when the new piles from the destroyed starbase had +been brought in. + +Worf cleared his throat when it became obvious that they had not +noticed his arrival. Both of the scientists turned with startled +surprise that this large man had been able to enter without their +noticing. The Klingon ignored their surprise and began, ``I see that +you are already at work here. I apologize for not arriving earlier. +My presence was required on the bridge. However, the captain was very +specific that I should report for half my shift, and here I am. Is +there any way I can be of some assistance.'' + +``Certainly, Lieutenant,'' said Dr. Evans in a soft contralto. She, +like many of the crew, was always a little taken aback by the sight of +the large Klingon up close. Neither of the researchers had been given +an opportunity to work with Worf, and now they weren't sure they +wanted the experience. However, she regained her professionalism and +continued, ``We've been looking at a section of what we believe was +part of the central hub of the Starbase. Take a look at these burn +marks. This is the first piece which has actually had an indication +of weapons fire. All the other sections that we have examined show +evidence of being torn apart, rather than blown apart.'' + +``I see,'' Worf said as he picked up a large section of the hull +debris. ``So you are saying that most of the Starbase sections show no +evidence of a direct hit.'' + +``Not hardly, Mr. Worf,'' spoke up Okawa. The small Oriental +scientist spoke as if he were lecturing a student, ``It is almost as +if certain sections of the Starbase were targeted and then the whole +thing structurally collapsed. It is strange, because we did not think +that a perimeter starbase with all of its shielding could be hit with +enough energy to cause this kind of damage. Especially considering +the additional structural reinforcements in these bases.'' + +``Ordinarily, it cannot,'' mused Worf. ``But all shields have their +weak points and a starbase's are no exception. The trick, of course, +is knowing what those weak points are. That requires knowledge of how +they were designed and implemented.'' + +``Very good, Mr. Worf,'' exclaimed Evans. ``That is exactly what we +were thinking. Normally when we examine debris from an attacked ship, +it holds evidence of a great deal of sustained weapons impact over +much of the hull. Not in this case, however. As I said, this was the +first piece of debris that had any indication of impingement. Granted +we've only gone through about 1/4 the collected samples. But we +should have come across other weapons' burns by now.'' + +``Back to why we called you down here, though,'' interrupted Okawa. +``Could you look at this piece and tell us what kind of weapon may +have caused this damage?'' + +``It may require some study,'' Worf said, picking up the charred piece +in his hands, ``but at first glance I would have to say a low energy +phaser caused this. Perhaps disrupter fire, but I doubt it.'' + +``So do I, Lieutenant,'' said Okawa, ``I also am hesitant about saying +it is phaser impact as well until I take a look at the molecular bonds +around the incision.'' + +Worf nodded in agreement, ``I would like to examine this piece further +with you. Shall we get to work?'' + +The scientists nodded eagerly and they began to attack the pieces +intently with the massive Klingon. + + +------ + +``We are very close to the area from which Starfleet picked up the +Endeavor's last transmission, sir,'' called Data's voice over the +intercom in Picard's ready room. + +``I shall be on the bridge in a moment, Mr. Data. Thank you.'' +Picard looked back up at Worf, ``So our experts are not convinced that +it is disrupter fire which caused the destruction of the Starbase?'' + +``No, sir, and neither am I. I have been studying the deep lattice +scans of the impact areas on the debris, and I can say that although +they don't look like phaser burns they also do not look convincingly +like disruptor fire either. The breakdown of the lattice bonds in the +metal is all wrong for either weapon, and yet has come characteristics +of both.'' + +``Well, that's bothersome, isn't it, Number One?'' Picard said to the +other guest in the ready room. ``The last time we were here, the +Romulans were still using disruptors.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' Riker assented, ``and the Romulans aren't ones to hold +back a weapon like this.'' + +``No, they are not. So we are up against something potentially very +different from what we are equipped to handle. A new weapon in the +hands of an old and not too well known adversary,'' the captain said +as he rose and walked toward door adjoining the bridge. ``Well, let's +keep that in mind, shall we?'' + +As the bridge door opened, Data looked to the entrance, ``Sir, we are +approximately in the area last reported by the Endeavor .'' + +``Very well, scan the area for any signs of that ship,'' Picard said +as he stepped between the helm and operations consoles toward the main +viewer as if to get a better view. + +The long range scanners aboard the Enterprise were as good as any in +the fleet. They could scan hundreds of parsecs in any direction in +very short order. Under the observation and control of the android +operations officer, the time to study a large volume of space became +very short indeed. + +A few minutes later, Data reported, ``Sir, I believe I am picking up a +signal beacon and some indication of scattered debris in quadrant +17.'' + +``A signal? Lock onto it and get us over there, Mr. Crusher. Shields +up, Mr. Worf. Escalate the alert status, let's not get caught +unawares. Remember we are in the Neutral Zone, anything can happen,'' +he added needlessly. + +As the Enterprise neared the area, Picard could see on the main viewer +a small field of debris. Worf reported what the captain had already +surmised, ``Definitely the remains of a starship, Captain. The short +range sensors indicate some sections of the ship to be still intact. +No life forms in any of the large pieces, however.'' + +Unlike the long range scanners, the short range scanners were +controlled by the tactical console of the Klingon. These sensors were +also used for weapons targeting. They provided Worf a detailed +picture of what was in the immediate vicinity of the ship. They could +also give him an idea of how a ship in the region might be constructed +and how many life forms were inside it. + +``Where is the signal that Data is picking up coming from?'' asked +Picard. + +``There is a small life boat among some of the smaller pieces of the +ship.'' Worf made some adjustments to his console. ``Yes, there is a +life reading from it, but it is very faint.'' + +``Lock onto that life boat with a tractor beam, Mr. Worf. Captain to +Sick Bay. Dr. Crusher, get a triage team down to the shuttle bay. I +believe we have a patient for you.'' + +``Acknowledged, Captain,'' came the reply from the intercom. + +``Captain, I have acquired the life boat with a tractor beam and I am +now positioning it to be brought into the shuttle bay.'' + +``Very good, Mr. Worf, proceed.'' He turned to Riker, ``Number One, +Data, let's go down to the shuttle bay and see what we have reeled in. +Worf, get a security detail to meet us down there. You have the +conn.'' + + +------ + +A life-boat was not intended for long term journeys in space. A +practiced eye could tell that with one look. With no engines to speak +of and only rudimentary shielding, it was only intended to keep +someone alive long enough for help to arrive. Usually within a matter +of a day or so a rescue ship could be at hand. That is, within normal +Federation controlled space. That was where the Endeavor was designed +to operate. It had been called out of its sphere of operations for +the Neutral Zone emergency and had not been equipped with hostile +space rescue equipment. A ship like the Enterprise had no life boats +to speak of, but was designed so that individual sections of the ship +could function to keep the crew alive for many weeks. This, of +course, assumed that there was at least one section that had sustained +no major damage. If one didn't, then no life boat could sustain any +portion of the thousand member crew long enough for rescuers to +arrive. + +The Endeavor's life boat had been adrift in space for five days and +its air and food supplies had been seriously depleted. The energy +storage cells would continue powering the emergency transmitter for +years to come, but by then the occupants of the life boat would be +long dead. To add to the boat's problems, it had been exposed to some +blast radiation when the Endeavor emolated itself. This knocked out +some of the food storage systems and had destroyed the reoxygenator, +the device that recycled the ship's atmosphere and kept it breathable. +All in all, it was a wonder that this life boat had kept anyone alive, +and Riker said as much. + +``The human body can take a great deal of punishment, Commander,'' +said Beverly Crusher as she ran a tricorder over the officer who they +had discovered. ``But I'm afraid that this body may have received too +much abuse. I won't be able to tell until I get him up to sick bay.'' + +``Do what you can, Doctor. I want to be able to speak with him as +soon you can get him conscious. He should be able to tell us +something about what happened here,'' said Picard. + +The doctor and her team then disappeared into the turbolift with the +unconscious body. + +``You seem rather certain about that, Captain,'' said Riker. ``Why?'' + +``Because I know him, or at least of him. He is Commander Redd +Tarkenton. He went through the academy a year or so after I did. His +exploits there are legend, as I understand it.'' + +``Yes, they are, sir,'' replied Riker. ``He was captain of the +academy spaceball team and second in his graduating class. His record +of a 3.97 grade point and 206 points in a season is still untouched.'' + +``Even by you, Will?'' Picard said, smiling. + +Riker grimaced, ``Spaceball was never my forte, Captain. You had to +be really good at handling yourself in null gravity. I was, however, +a fairly competent assistant offensive coach.'' + +``Yes, well, we'll have to see about getting you ready to take over +next season's team. Anyway, Tarkenton went on to have a rather +distinguished career, but he never wanted his own ship. He preferred +the technical levels of a ship to command. He went back to the +Academy after rising to the rank of Lieutenant-Commander and got his +engineering certification. Starfleet then reassigned him to the +Inspector-General's office as an inspector of engineering for the +fleet. I met him a couple of times when he came to inspect the +Stargazer , a tougher and fairer man one could not hope to meet.'' + +``I understand the saying was, `When you see Redd, you'll see red', +around the engineering corps, sir,'' commented Riker. + +``Yes, Will, I believe I said that on occasion, too. He continued his +career teaching at the Academy in some of the upper level Warp drive +Practical classes. I had thought he was still there, but apparently +he got himself back out in the field. I hope he can give us an +accounting of what happened out here.'' + +``He looks pretty tough, but it would be difficult to imagine anyone +surviving the radiation levels to which he was exposed,'' Riker said. + +``That's very true, Will, that's why I want to speak with him as soon +as he comes to. Meanwhile, let's get back to the bridge and see if we +can collect some more samples for our analysis team to piece +together.'' + + +CHAPTER 3 +--------- + +The Enterprise had completed its survey of the wreckage of the +Endeavor and was now racing toward Starbase 57. Picard had assembled +his senior officers to another meeting in the briefing room to hear +the results of the science team's studies. + +``Captain, I believe that with Lieutenant Worf's invaluable assistance +we have been able to figure out the cause of Starbase 59's demise,'' +started Okawa. ``To put it simply, the starbase was destroyed by +advanced structural fatigue.'' + +``Structural fatigue, Dr. Okawa?'' queried Riker, raising an eyebrow. +``I would hardly call an attack by Romulan Warbirds `structural +fatigue'!'' + +``Commander Riker, what my colleague means is that the direct cause +for the destruction of Starbase 59 was a collapse of the major +structural members of the starbase's outer hull. This was brought +about by weak weapons fire onto key locations of the structure,'' +explained Evans. ``If I may demonstrate, Captain?'' + +``Please do, Doctor,'' said Picard indicating that she had the floor. + +Evans pressed a few buttons on the table top, in the center of the +table a holograph of the unmistakable mushroom shaped image of a +Perimeter Starbase appeared. ``Here we have an image of a Type 3 +Starbase, the design of the Neutral Zone Perimeter bases. This design +is unique due to its redundant shield generators. It has five, with +one on the northern end of the axis and one on the southern end of the +axis. It also has three shield generators placed equidistantly along +the equatorial circumference.'' Blue lights appeared in the +appropriate places on the image. ``These starbases are also equipped +with phaser defense emplacements in two rings, one on the northern +hemisphere of the starbase and one on the southern.'' Rings of red +indicated the locations of the phaser tracks on the image. + +``Based upon the wreckage samples of Starbase 59 that were recovered +we have made what we believe is a fairly accurate computer simulation +of the attack that was carried out upon the base,'' continued Okawa. +``Computer, if you please, simulation Okawa Two Starbase Five Nine.'' + +``The heaviest hull scarring was around the polar shield generators. +This causes us to believe that the attack concentrated on these areas. +One ship would have been enough to do the damage, though two would +have made things more expedient.'' At that moment a dot appeared on +the screen below the south polar end of the Starbase, a white line was +then inscribed from the dot to the blue shield generator along the +south pole. ``With the aid of Lieutenant Worf, we determined that the +scarring around the south polar end of the starbase was not caused by +a standard Romulan weapon, at least not one we know about.'' + +Worf growled, ``The weapon has characteristics of a Romulan disruptor +and a Federation phaser, but is really not either. It seems to have +bored its way through the shields slowly, similar to a percussion +drill. It seems to set up frequencies of destructive interference +within the shields and then exploits the zones of lesser intensity. +Even so, by the time the energy beam gets to the hull of the starbase, +its strength would be greatly attenuated by the shield's residual +strength.'' + +``Exactly, Lieutenant,'' continued Evans. ``Judging from the energy +which we estimate must have been used to cause the damage on the polar +areas, the power source of the weapon must be close to three times +that of a phaser on this ship.'' + +``Wait a minute,'' La Forge said shaking his head, ``there is no way +that a ship could sustain that kind of power for very long and keep +its own shields up protecting it from the defense phasers on the +Starbase. It would have to have the power supply of the Enterprise +dedicated to the shields and weapons, with none left for engines and +internal support.'' + +``Either that or it could be cloaked and unshootable, Geordi,'' +pointed out Riker. + +``Yet, we haven't seen a demonstration of the cloaking device being +maintained while power is diverted for the ship's weapons. It is +possible, however, that they could have made a breakthrough with their +cloaking device that we are not aware of. After all, the Romulans are +not in the habit of telling us about their scientific breakthroughs,'' +observed Picard wryly. + +``This we don't know, Captain,'' said Evans, ``it is something the +evidence cannot tell us. The evidence also does not tell us which was +destroyed first, the starbase shields or weapons. We show them +hitting the shields first, but the best way to have the time to deal +with the shield generators would be to destroy the phasers first. I +must restate that the time to get through the shields to the shield +generators would be considerable, perhaps as long as 15 minutes of +continuous firing. It depends on just how the weapon goes about +setting up those resonance patterns in the shields. The time to get +to the phasers would be less due to their distance from the shield +generators. Once the phasers were taken out, however, they could +spend as long as they liked hitting the shield generators.'' + +``A slow painful death for our colleagues on the Starbase,'' Picard +said solemnly. ``What about this structural collapse business?'' + +Okawa answered, ``The best way we can explain it is that the attacking +ship, had such low power left in reserve after removing the Starbase's +defenses that it was reduced to etching the surface of the starbase +along the major structural members of the shell. After a bit of time, +perhaps five minutes, maybe less, the Starbase literally tore itself +apart.'' + +``Wouldn't they require an intimate knowledge of the starbase's +construction to know just where those weak points are?'' asked Riker. + +``Perhaps, Commander, perhaps. These are fairly new starbases, twenty +years or so. During that time we have not seen Romulans near the +bases, aside from these attacks. Therefore, one might assume they +found the plans somehow, or they have some very good scanners that can +get through our scramblers.'' said Okawa. + +``I don't think so, Doctor,'' said Picard. ``We would have known they +were scanning us a long time ago, and I have never seen a report out +of the Neutral Zone which would indicate that. Okawa, you have given +us several possible attack scenarios. What is your educated best +guess of the actual attack?'' + +Okawa pondered this before responding. ``They probably used two +ships, one at the north pole, the other at the south. They took out +the phaser banks simultaneously very quickly, remember they would have +had full power resources then. They probably approached the Starbase +cloaked so they could get fairly close before being detected. Once +the phasers are gone, the starbase is as good as destroyed. The polar +generators would be the next target to get the living section exposed, +then finally the equatorial emplacements. All in all it probably took +half an hour to an hour to get all the shield generators down. From +that point, it probably took another fifteen minutes to etch the hull +of the starbase and let it tear itself apart.'' + +``Any defense against this type of attack? Answers from anyone would +be appreciated . . .'' Picard asked. + +``A starbase is big, slow and relatively unprotected, Captain,'' said +Worf. ``It cannot move out of the way. The weaponry on a starbase is +basically defensive, once that is gone, there isn't much that can be +done except die knowing you fought the enemy bravely.'' + +``There are always options, Mr. Worf. Dying is not the most pleasant +of them. Think on it people, that includes you, too, Doctors. Let's +see if we can come up with anything,'' Picard said, leaning back in +his chair staring at the ceiling. ``There has to be something...'' + +The intercom piped in the voice of Wesley Crusher from the bridge, +``Captain, we are receiving an emergency distress signal from Starbase +57,'' the young ensign reported. ``They are under attack, sir.'' + +``Go to Red Alert, Mr. Crusher, hold our heading to Starbase 57 and +increase speed to Warp Eight. What is our ETA at that speed?'' + +``Approximately forty minutes, sir.'' + +``Damn. Thank you, Ensign, I'm on my way.'' Picard then turned to his +assembled officers, ``Let's try to think of something quickly, folks, +if you are correct that Starbase doesn't have forty minutes. +Dismissed.'' + +Picard, Riker, Worf, and La Forge then scrambled to the bridge and +assumed their stations. + +``Mr. Worf, please put the call from Starbase 57 on the main viewer.'' +ordered Picard. + +``Aye, sir. The signal is weak but stable.'' + +The star field on the main viewer changed to a staticy picture of a +woman's face in the Operations Room of Starbase 57. `` Enterprise , +this is Starbase 57, we are under attack. Do you read me?'' + +Picard stepped toward the main viewer, ``This is Jean-Luc Picard, +Captain of the Enterprise , we are reading you. What is your +status?'' + +``Captain, three small ships appeared in near space to us about +fifteen minutes ago. We hailed them, but got no response. Shortly +thereafter, they began firing on our phaser emplacements. We were +able to destroy one of them before they disabled our phaser banks. +They move very quickly, Captain, and it is almost impossible to lock +onto them. They are now attacking our polar shield generators. The +shields are holding, but are beginning to weaken. We figure those +generators will hold for about half an hour.'' + +``Is there any way for you to increase the power going to your +shields? Can you shut down any unnecessary sections and route the +power to your shields?'' Picard queried. + +``Captain, I don't think you've ever been in command of a starbase. +There are very few unnecessary sections here. However, we are in the +process of moving people to clear out several levels so that we can +shut down life support to them. Once we do that, we should be able to +increase shield power about five percent. That's about all we can do. +When can we expect your arrival, Captain?'' + +``Forty minutes, Commander. We can't make it any sooner. Try to hold +out that long and keep us posted. Picard out.'' + +``Well, Number One, I guess that modifies one of our theories. They +attack in threes, not twos. Also, no mention was made of a cloaking +device, so we have even more questions than we had before,'' he said +heading to the turbo lift. ``One thing we don't need is more +questions, we need some answers.'' + +``Where are you heading, sir?'' asked Riker. + +``To sickbay. The Doctor may not like it, but the source to some of +our answers may be with that man in her care. I'm afraid our +situation is more pressing than medical ethics will allow. You have +the bridge, Commander. Mr. Worf, try to patch in to the starbase +sensors, I'd like to see what we're heading into. Contact me when +that is done.'' The turbo lift doors closed behind Picard, leaving +some very troubled bridge officers staring at them. + + + +------ + +As the Enterprise raced through millions of miles of space, Picard +raced past the levels of his ship, and so too, did his mind race. +What he thought of he didn't like, the scowl on his faced giving ample +proof to that. + +``It doesn't all fit quite as nicely as Okawa and Evans would like to +think. But then again, reality doesn't mirror theory as much as the +theorists would like to think,'' Picard thought silently. +``Disruptors which aren't disruptors, unknown battle tactics, no +cloaking, and no real historical background. Yes, that is the +important one. The Romulans very seldom make the first move, and this +is totally out of character for them. They would not provoke a war, +at least not this flagrantly.'' + +``It just doesn't add up,'' he spoke aloud. + +``Unknown command sequence,'' spoke the turbolift computer. + +``Damn. Now I'm talking to myself,'' muttered Picard. ``No command +given, computer.'' + +Picard went back to his thinking, but through it all he felt that he +was missing something. Something he felt he should remember, +something important, but for the life of him couldn't bring to the +forefront of his mind. This made him scowl all the more. As captain, +he liked an orderly ship and he had always felt that order in the ship +began in the order of the captain's head. Right now, Jean-Luc Picard +was more confused than he had ever been. + +Finally, the turbolift doors opened at the medical level. Picard +exited the turbolift and headed for the main sickbay, subconsciously +straightening his tunic for the unpleasant confrontation he knew lay +ahead with the doctor. + +As the sickbay door opened he knew from one look at Beverly Crusher +that this was not going to be easy or as pleasant as his normal +discussions with her. She sat at her desk, looking up with her lips +compressed into a thin line. He knew from experience that look meant +she was going to be stubborn about the welfare of her patient. + +Picard cleared his throat, and decided to approach the topic directly. +``Doctor, I need to speak with your patient in there. The safety of +this ship may depend on what information the Commander can give me.'' + +``Captain, that man is dying in there. There is nothing I can do +about that, but I might be able to keep him alive longer and more +comfortably if he is left to rest and recuperate somewhat from his +exposure. At least let the treatment I have given him a chance to +work.'' + +Picard noticed, not for the first time, how the intensity in Beverly's +eyes expressed the deep dedication of her profession to keeping living +beings living. He only could hope that she would see in his the same +desire to keep the people under his command living as well. +``Beverly, you said it yourself, Tarkenton is dying. I want to make +sure that his death is not in vain. I also believe that what he can +tell us may keep the thousand people under my command alive just a +little longer, too. Perhaps long enough to save the people on +Starbase 57. He was there on the Endeavor . He saw how they attacked +and he knows what that ship did to defend itself. Perhaps we can +avoid their mistakes and find out what force is behind all this. But +I am going to need his help and your cooperation, Doctor.'' + +``Jean-Luc, sometimes I wish you were not so persuasive.'' Crusher +slumped her shoulders signalling defeat. ``You know I must register +my objections in the medical log. Starfleet is going to want to know +the circumstances under which such an important officer died in my +care.'' + +``I understand, Doctor, I will register my reasons as well. When can +we talk with the Commander?'' + +Beverly bit her lower lip and called for an intern. ``Give Commander +Tarkenton 15cc's of cordrazine. We'll be there in a moment.'' She +stood up from her desk. ``I sure hope that this isn't all for +nothing, Captain. I hate to lose a man this way.'' + +He nodded and sympathetically said, ``I hope so, too, Doctor. But we +won't know until we do it.'' + +They entered the intensive care section of the sickbay and Picard saw +just how badly off Redd Tarkenton was. He lay in one of the life +support units that Picard always had felt reminded him of a coffin. +Tarkenton's face was splotchy with radiation burns around his neck and +forehead. Picard shook his head sadly. ``A tragic ending for a great +man. I know he would want to die in space, but not this way. No one +wants to die like this. When you bring him to, will there be much +pain for him?'' + +``Fine time to ask that, Captain,'' the doctor said wryly, ``but no, +there will be little pain. The life support unit numbs those sections +of the brain that register pain.'' + +``Of course, I had forgotten. Seeing him like this momentarily made +me ...'' + +``I understand, Jean-Luc, it even happens to us doctors.'' She turned +to the intern and asked, ``Have you administered the cordrazine?'' + +``Yes, Doctor, but there has been little response in his vital +signs.'' + +``All right, let's administer another 10 cc's, along with 10 cc's of +DMT. He may be too far gone for us to bring him to,'' Crusher said to +Picard as she leaned over the life support system. ``Ah, there's some +response. A little more time . . .'' + +Picard definitely felt out of his element. He never really had liked +the atmosphere of a sickbay or a hospital. Perhaps, he thought, +because he had spent too much time in them himself after Stargazer and +the barroom incident of his youth that had destroyed his heart. +Indeed, the Captain did not like sickbays or the scent of ill health +that seemed to permeate them. He had come too close too often to +ending his days in one. + +``Jean-Luc?'' Crusher indicated that Tarkenton was coming around. +``I don't know how long I can keep him lucid. I also don't know just +how aware he will be, so ask clear questions.'' + +``Thank you, Doctor.'' Picard went up to the head of the patient and +leaned close to Tarkenton. ``Commander Tarkenton, can you hear me? +You are aboard the Enterprise . I am Jean-Luc Picard, the captain of +this ship. Do you understand me?'' + +``Picard... Enterprise ...'', the ill man whispered so quietly that +Picard had to lean even closer so he could hear him. ``What happened +to Endeavor ?'' + +``She was destroyed by the attack, Commander. We rescued you from an +escape capsule; too late to prevent you from suffering some exposure +injuries. You are in our sick bay, under the care of Dr. Crusher.'' + +``Crusher, good doctor, Academy...'', Tarkenton's eyes cleared a +little, ``Where are we?'' + +``We are headed for Starbase 57. It is under attack, apparently from +the same adversary that the Endeavor faced. Can you describe the +attack that you experienced?'' + +Tarkenton closed his eyes and shook a little. He opened them again +and there was a gleam of anger in them, ``Three ships attacked us. +Came from nowhere, very fast. They hit the phaser banks first. +Captain Yosh managed to disable one of the ships before the phasers +were completely knocked out . . .seemed to know exactly where to hit +us. Next went for the shield generators . . .Yosh tried to escape, +but we couldn't outrun them, Endeavor didn't have enough speed . . +.tore the ship apart.'' Tarkenton closed his eyes again as his voice +faded out. + +``Doctor, is he still conscious?'' asked Picard anxiously. ``There +are more questions that need answering.'' + +``Yes, he is, but his blood pressure is dangerously high, I can't give +him more cordrazine. I'll have to substitute something that may be +less effective.'' + +As the doctor did this, Tarkenton's eyes reopened and cleared again. +Picard leaned close as he said, ``Commander, the ships which attacked +you. What kind of weapons did they use?'' + +``The way that the energy drained from the shields, it was something +very powerful. More than the usual disrupter fire . . .even more than +a phaser. Never seen anything like it . . .like a jackhammer on the +shields. Couldn't take it and the aft shields collapsed when we ran. +Took out the engines next. Was in the outer jeffries tube trying to +re-tune the containment vessel which had been damaged. Near the aft +escape pod. Heard the alert klaxon, and made my way to the pod....I +waited as long as I could, Picard....no one came, I had to jettison.'' + +``No one is blaming you for jettisoning, Commander. It was the only +thing you could do.'' Picard said dryly. He noticed that Tarkenton +was quickly fading and there was one more thing he needed to know. +``Redd, this is important. From what you have experienced, can you +say whether it was a Romulan force that attacked you?'' + +Tarkenton's eyes opened wide at this question and it looked to Picard +that if the man could sit up in that bed he would. ``Was it +Romulan?'' he said hoarsely, ``They came from nowhere and hit with +the familiarity of an old enemy. Of course it was the Romulans, who +else could it be in the Neutral Zone?'' With that outburst, Tarkenton +collapsed and went completely comatose. + +``Indeed, Commander. Who else could it be?'' Picard said +thoughtfully as he straightened up. + +``He can't hear you, Captain. He's unconscious and his vital signs +are dropping to very low levels,'' Crusher said as she adjusted the +life support unit. + +``Thank you, Doctor. I know how difficult it was for you to do this. +If it's any consolation, he answered many pressing questions. We have +had too many questions, and precious few answers lately.'' Picard +turned to leave and then stopped. Turning toward the doctor again, he +said, ``Beverly, keep him comfortable. He deserves as much. And +Beverly,'' he paused and touched her arm. ``Thank you.'' + +She looked up at that and smiled at him as she pushed her red hair +away from her eyes. ``I'll do everything I can, Jean-Luc, but I'm not +hopeful.'' + +Picard nodded and headed out toward the bridge. On his way he mulled +over the information that he had just received. He now knew with +certainty that the enemy had detailed technical information on not +only Federation starbases but also starships. Only with this data +could they have hit precisely the areas on their targets that would +most readily incapacitate them. With an enemy possessing that kind of +information, Picard knew that the Enterprise was in great danger. One +thought still troubled him as the turbolift neared the bridge: Why was +he was so unwilling to believe that the Romulans were responsible for +all this? As Tarkenton had said, who else could it be? + +As Picard entered the bridge, Riker beckoned him from the +communications console, ``Captain, Lieutenant Worf has managed to +establish a link to the starbase sensors.'' + +``There were difficulties arising from the energy rerouting they are +doing at the starbase,'' Worf explained, ``In addition, many sensors +have either been blinded or completely eradicated. I have managed to +find three which have yet to be hit and have some auxiliary power. +The station signal is weak, so I do not know how long I can maintain +the connection.'' + +``Thank you, Mister Worf, display it on the main viewer, please. +Let's see what we are up against,'' Picard said as he sat in the +command chair. The scene he saw next drew him back out of it. He saw +two rather small ships that kept darting in and away from the +starbase. The ships had a somewhat bulbous bow that seemed to house a +large sensor array. The weapons blasts were emanating from a ring +which was just aft of the array. The rear portion of the ships looked +to be mostly engine, evidenced by two warp drive nacelles that ran +two-thirds the length of the hull. The configuration of the ships, +however, was not what drew Picard's attention. It was the intensity +of the weapons' blasts. Each time one of the ships came in close to +the station, it fired its weapon. The starbase's shields were only +partially protecting the station now. As Picard watched, another +blast came from the near ship that knocked out the sensor from which +the view was coming. Worf switched to another circuit and the +spectacle continued. This sensor was located on the top of the +``mushroom'' living section of the station. From this viewpoint, the +bridge crew could see some of the extent of the damage to the station. +Huge holes had been torn in the living section, but they could also +see the shimmer of the intensified shielding around the mechanical +section of the station. + +``It looks like the mechanical section is still fairly intact,'' said +Worf. + +``Yes, let's hope that there are still people alive in there to save +when we arrive. What is our ETA, Mr. Crusher?'' inquired Picard of +the young helmsman. + +``Approximately five minutes, Captain,'' responded the young ensign. + +``Very well.'' He then addressed the entire bridge crew, ``Let's +prepare ourselves for this confrontation. It appears that the enemy +has some knowledge of the construction of not only starbases but also +starships, so we'll have to be very alert. Mr. Worf, go to Red Alert. +Start energizing the photon torpedoes now. Put targeting control of +the phasers to your console, Mr. Worf.'' Picard fingered the +communicator on his chest, ``Mr. La Forge, please report to the +bridge. I want you up here for this.'' + +``I'm on my way, Captain,'' responded La Forge from Engineering. + +``All right, people, we have a starbase to save,'' said Riker. + +``Yes, and stay alive in the process,'' thought Picard. + + +CHAPTER 4 +--------- + +The Enterprise dropped to sublight just at the edge of short range +sensor ability from the starbase. Using the long range sensors, +Picard and Riker could determine the ideal trajectory to follow in to +the starbase. A course that put the bulk of the starbase between them +and the attackers for maximum sensor screening was laid in at the +helm. + +``Sir, sensors are picking up a sizable amount of debris along the +orbit of the starbase. Apparently the damage that it has sustained is +causing part of it to break up.'' Data indicated from his control +console at the front of bridge. ``None of it appears too large for +the shields to deflect, but it may indicate that we have arrived too +late.'' + +``Let's hope not, Data,'' responded Riker. ``Can you determine if the +hostile ships are still at the starbase?'' + +``Yes, Commander, they are. They are also still firing on the +starbase with the same frequency as before.'' He stared at his +console for a short time, ``It appears that they are concentrating +their fire on the engineering section of the starbase, and that they +are now holding a stationary position with respect to the starbase.'' + +``All right then,'' said Picard, standing from his chair, ``let's go +in. I believe they have shown their openly hostile intent. Mr. Worf, +select one of the attacking ships and lock on to it. When we get +within phaser range, be ready to fire upon it with full phasers, but +wait for my order. Let's try to even the odds, shall we?'' + +``Aye, sir. With pleasure,'' added Worf. + +``There is nothing pleasurable about it, Lieutenant,'' snapped Picard. +``However, we have been left with precious few choices.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' said a chastened Worf. ``I have a lock on the outer +ship now. Five seconds to phaser range.'' + +``Hold to optimal, Mr. Worf. Steady, steady,'' Picard called, as he +approached Data's operations console. The Enterprise , he saw, was +fast approaching on a parabola that would eventually put them between +the attackers and the starbase. The starbase's engineering section +had sustained no further damage, but the ship's sensors showed the +imminent collapse of the shields protecting that section. Picard +would make certain that the attackers would be forced to deal with the +starship before they could finish off their defenseless target. He +wanted to maximize the effect of destroying the outer attacker to +confuse the remaining attacker so that the starship could get into +position, and it had to happen quickly. ``Now, Mr. Worf. Full +phasers.'' + +At that order, four powerful beams of energy leapt from the upper part +of the Enterprise's saucer section toward the out-lying attacker. +Apparently taken unaware, the attacker was caught by the full force of +the attack and the already weakened shields of the alien ship dropped. + +``His shields have fallen, but his weapons are now energizing for an +attack,'' Worf urgently warned. + +``Fire two photon torpedoes, now,'' ordered Picard, bracing himself +for the shock of the explosion he knew would follow. The Enterprise +was already closer than was normally considered optimal for torpedoes +and the blast would definitely light up the shields. + +Two torpedoes flew from the forward tubes at the base of the hull +connector. A fraction of a second later they impacted with the +targeted ship, simultaneously destroying it in a blaze of energy equal +in intensity to the core of a sun. + +``A direct hit,'' Worf announced needlessly. + +``Get us between that remaining attacker and the starbase, Mr. +Crusher. Full shields, Mr. La Forge, I don't want this mission to end +here. Will, assist Wesley with the evasive maneuvering, let's try to +keep on our toes and avoid getting hit.'' + +``Sir, the alien ship has ceased its attack and has increased shield +strength,'' reported Data. + +On the screen, the vessel's brightness increased as the shields' +energy increased. It seemed to hesitate, or at least Picard thought +it did. Then the shields dimmed and it turned tail and ran. + +``Alien ship receding and heading into the Neutral Zone,'' Worf +reported. + +``Mr. Worf, keep that ship on the sensors. Mr. Data, signal the +starbase that we have arrived and that we are continuing in pursuit of +the alien vessel. Mr. Crusher, plot an intercept course and lock it +in. Will, prepare the saucer section for disengagement. Let's try to +keep as many people out of the Neutral Zone as possible.'' + +``Captain, it will take five minutes to disengage the saucer section, +we will lose valuable time,'' Riker warned. ``Considering this is a +battle zone, is it wise to leave the saucer section here? It's +already proven to be a dangerous area.'' + +``Infinitely less dangerous than where we are going, Will. Besides, I +want to give the starbase as much aid as possible. With that in mind, +I'm putting Dr. Crusher and Assistant-Chief Engineer Rigeur in command +of the relief effort and the saucer section. Doctors Okawa and Evans +will be in charge of coordinating efforts to repair that starbase. +Data, Worf, Geordi, and Counselor Troi, please report to the battle +bridge immediately. Will, report there as soon as disengagement +preparations are complete. Mr. Crusher, you will remain with the +saucer section. I expect this section to remain intact under your +care, Ensign.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' responded the young ensign, trying to hide his +disappointment, as his friends filed into the turbolift to the battle +bridge. + +``There is nothing glorious about battle, Ensign,'' said Riker to +Crusher as he read the boy's emotion. ``In time you will come to +realize that the most glorious achievement is the avoidance of +battle.'' + +``Well said, Will. Remember that lesson well, Wesley, and when you +command your own starship, the Federation may well avoid another +war.'' With that, Picard disappeared into the turbolift. + + +-------- + +When Riker arrived at the battle bridge he saw Picard looking over +Worf's shoulder at the tactical console in the back of the miniature, +functional copy of the main bridge. + +``So he is heading away at warp six toward the heart of the Neutral +Zone. Strange, I would have expected him to take the shortest path +toward Romulan space,'' Picard was saying. + +``It may be a trap, sir,'' Worf responded typically. ``I seem to +remember a tactic like this that the Romulans employed about 80 years +ago.'' + +``Perhaps, Mr. Worf, but we have yet to determine whether these are +Romulans,'' replied Picard. + +``Who else could they be, sir?'' asked La Forge. ``After all who +else inhabits the Neutral Zone?'' + +``You have to keep an open mind, Mr. La Forge. Right, Captain?'' +said Riker. + +``Exactly, Will. By your presence down here, I assume we are ready to +separate?'' + +``Yes, sir. All preparations are complete. Dr. Crusher and +Lieutenant-Commander Rigeur are in the main bridge consulting with the +starbase crew. By the way, they send their gratitude for our saving +them from an almost certain fate.'' + +``All right then, begin separation of sections. Mr. Data, lay in +Ensign Crusher's intercept course. As soon as the sections are apart, +engage at maximum warp. Mr. La Forge, you promised me some record +breaking speed performances. Are you ready to `put your money where +your mouth is'?'' + +``I sure am, sir,'' answered Geordi, smiling. He turned to his +engineering console, monitoring the matter-antimatter mix. ``In fact, +captain, without the saucer section we may be able to do a little +better. I'll eat my VISOR if we can't get to 9.95.'' + +``I'll take you up on that, Commander,'' Picard responded. He then +turned to Riker, ``Will, commence disengagement of saucer section.'' + +``Aye, Captain. Mr. Data, engage connection seals.'' With that +command, all interconnecting routes with the large saucer section that +rode on top of the battle section became closed off by double thick +doors. + +``All connections show sealed, Commander,'' reported Data. + +``Release tang joints.'' Large locking rods withdrew into the battle +section, similar to dead-bolts being released from a door. After what +seemed an interminable time, a clunking sound echoed throughout the +battle section signaling the settling in of the tang joints. + +``Disconnect interlock.'' This final command signalled thousands of +small rods to withdraw into both sections. This action made both +sections fully independent. + +``All right, Mr. Data, take us out of here. Intercept course with +that ship. Maximum warp,'' ordered Riker. + +The battle section sank below the plane of the saucer section and then +sharply banked on its intercept course. + + +------ + +``I believe that the alien vessel has detected us following it, sir,'' +reported Worf from the tactical console. ``They must have been +expecting pursuit. They are now increasing speed to . . .warp 9.6, +9.7, leveling off at 9.8. They have matched our speed.'' + +``Mr. La Forge, it's now time to give me everything you have. I want +to catch him,'' said Picard from his command seat. + +``I'm optimizing the energy path now, sir. Calculations show that +with some tweaking of the electromagnetic bottle, I can increase the +matter-antimatter flux through the core, and thus warp us to a higher +speed.'' Geordi adjusted the settings of several controls on his +console, ``Speed is increasing now: warp 9.85, warp 9.87, warp 9.90, +leveling off at this setting, warp 9.91. The interaction neutron flux +is beginning to increase, captain. Beginning to max out the core +shielding.'' + +``The intruder is increasing his speed, now at warp 9.91,'' called +Worf. + +``Incredible,'' said Picard, ``that whole ship must be engine and +weapon. However, they cannot increase speed forever. Continue to +increase warp, Mr. La Forge.'' + +``May I remind you, sir, that we cannot increase speed forever +either,'' said Data calmly. ``I am already finding the controls +sluggish to respond. We are clearly pushing the envelope of the +design specifications of the Enterprise , sir.'' + +``I am aware of that, Commander. We have no choice. Hold this ship +together long enough for us to catch him. Mr. La Forge, let's have +that power now.'' + +``Aye, sir, I'll give you all I can,'' La Forge replied. ``But as the +neutron flux increases, the dilithium concentrators will begin to +weaken. Inefficiencies will cause apparent power loss before long, +sir.'' + +``Just long enough, Mr. La Forge.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' Geordi said grimacing as he looked at his status +readouts. ``Further optimizing the power path, as well as tuning the +engines for the new input should give us some more push. Hmmm. There +we go, warp 9.92, 9.93, 9.95. 9.95, sir, that's all I can give you. +Neutron flux is now creating negative feedback along the core.'' + +``You won't have to `eat your VISOR', Commander,'' commended Picard as +he shifted nervously in his seat. + +The ship started making some alarming sounds as it raced toward the +unidentified vessel. ``The support structure of the hull is +undergoing some incredible strain, sir, but it will hold together as +long as we need it. We are gaining on the alien, he has not increased +his speed above warp 9.92,'' reported Data. + +``Mr. Worf, lock the weapons on to the alien vessel. When you are +close enough to make certain, I want four photon torpedoes launched +with proximity detonation and maximum energy spread. Two to detonate +ahead of the vessel, and two just behind it, but none are to damage +that ship. These are warning shots, Mr. Worf, not lethal ones. I +want to let him know we have a bead on him.'' Picard looked at Riker, +who nodded his understanding. + +``Do you think it will work, Captain? Romulans have never been the +most reasonable beings,'' commented Riker. + +``If not, Number One, we'll have to resort to more desperate +measures,'' replied Picard, looking at the ceiling as a particularly +loud groan resounded through the ship. + +``We are within firing range now, sir,'' announced Worf. + +``Proceed, Mr. Worf.'' With that order, the Klingon fired the four +torpedoes in rapid succession. With classic Klingon precision the +torpedoes detonated around the alien ship. + +``Very accurate, Mr. Worf. Your aim is commendable,'' said Riker. + +``The alien vessel is slowing, sir,'' Data reported. + +``Match his speed, Mr. Data. Let's let him know we are still here. +Mr. Worf, open hailing frequencies.'' + +``Aye, sir, hailing frequencies are now open.'' + +``Alien vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation +Starship Enterprise . You have entered Federation space and have +attacked a Federation starbase. We demand that you heave to and +surrender your ship to boarding. If you continue to flee from us we +will be forced to fire upon your ship, and this time we will not +miss.'' Picard held up his hand indicating end of transmission. +``Repeat that on all frequencies.'' + +``He is going into evasive maneuvers, Captain, shall I continue to +follow?'' asked Data. + +``Yes, Mr. Data, keep us within phaser range. I believe that we have +our answer, gentlemen. Mr. Worf, lock phasers onto his engines. Can +you knock out his engines without destroying the vessel?'' + +``I can try sir. But the speed with which he can maneuver and without +our knowing details on that ship's design, there is no telling the +result of that attack,'' replied Worf, as he concentrated on his +tactical console. ``I can get an intermittent phaser lock, sir. His +shields are very weak right now, perhaps due to the large power +expenditure in his engines. The high energy flux readings should be +sufficient to give me a lock.'' + +``All right, then. Mr. Worf, be gentle with him. Just knock out the +engineering section.'' + +``Firing phasers, now.'' A continuous beam from the phaser banks shot +out from the Enterprise to the small vessel they had been pursuing. +As the phaser fire continued, the shields about the vessel began to +glow and then collapse. Almost immediately after that, the engines on +the alien ship lost all power. + +``He is entering sub-light, Captain, he is now dead in space. Sensors +read considerable engine damage, but there is still power to the rest +of the ship.'' Data studied his console, then turned to Picard and +Riker, ``I read no life signs on the alien ship, Captain, but the hull +seems intact.'' + +``Possible sensor interference? Maybe a cloaking device hiding the +occupants from our sensors?'' Riker queried. + +Data adjusted his sensors before replying, ``I do not believe so, sir. +I am able to read all other activity aboard that ship perfectly. I do +not have any readings of electromagnetic fields of the magnitude that +would be required.'' + +``Captain, I am sensing a vague survival urge from that ship.'' The +empathic powers of Deanna Troi were well respected by Picard. If the +beings on that ship wanted to survive, Picard would give them the +opportunity to save themselves. He ordered Worf to open hailing +frequencies again. + +``Alien vessel, this is the Federation starship Enterprise . We +demand that you identify yourselves. We wish an explanation of your +behavior toward our starbase and ourselves. I repeat, this is . . .'' + +``Captain,'' Worf yelled urgently from the tactical console, ``A large +starship has just appeared in near space. The configuration is +unfamiliar but obviously follows a Romulan design. They have powered +up their disruptors.'' + +``Full shields, Mr. Worf. Evasive action immediately,'' ordered Riker +as he grasped the arms of his chair preparing for weapons impact. + +The engines and gravity compensators whined as the Enterprise +accelerated into a more favorable position against the newcomer. + +Gripping on to his console, Worf warned, ``The Romulan ship is firing +its forward weapons, brace yourselves for impact.'' + +At that moment the Romulan ship fired its disruptors and the +Enterprise rocked with an explosion. + +``The Romulan ship has just destroyed the vessel which we have been +pursuing, Captain.'' + +``What! Why would they do that? Why would they destroy one of their +own vessels? I don't understand,'' asked the First Officer +incredulously. + +``Why indeed, Number One?'' Picard replied thoughtfully. + +``Sir, a hail coming through from the Romulan vessel,'' Worf reported +from his position behind Picard. + +``Hmm.'' Picard stood up, ``Put it on the screen, Lieutenant.'' + +The screen image changed from that of the strange Romulan vessel to +that of an obviously high-ranking Romulan officer on the bridge of +that same vessel. ``This is High-Commander Kareel tr'Arwhael, of the +Imperial Romulan Starcruiser Falcon addressing the Federation starship +Enterprise . You are accused of numerous crimes, not the least of +which are invasion of the Neutral Zone and consorting with a ship of a +type that is known to have participated in the destruction of four +Romulan Neutral Zone starbases. I demand your immediate surrender. +If you do not surrender, Captain, I shall be forced to destroy your +ship and crew as easily as I destroyed your companion. You have one +minute to reply.'' + +Picard raised an eyebrow and looked toward Riker. ``Curiouser and +curiouser, Number One.'' + + +CHAPTER 5 +--------- + +The two starships lay dead in space not more than five kilometers +apart, their hulls gleaming dully with the reflected light of a +million stars. A hint of a shimmer surrounded both vessels as their +deflector shields indicated their readiness to stop whatever the other +ship hurled at them. + +The Falcon was almost as large as the reduced Enterprise . It was +obviously a descendant of the Romulan war birds which Picard and his +crew had been encountering in their skirmishes over the past year. +The biggest difference seemed to be a third warp nacelle along the +belly of the ship. That, and a few more disruptor emplacements along +the ``wings'' of the nacelles. + +On the battle bridge of the Enterprise , Picard paced in the limited +space he had, all the while wishing he had the openness of the main +bridge on which to complete his circuit. Finally, he had pieced +together the puzzle that had been troubling him. ``I believe that is +the answer,'' he stated with a gleam in his eye. + +Riker looked up from the tactical console where he stood with Worf. +``The answer to what is happening here, I hope, Captain,'' he said +worriedly. He saw on the sensors the Romulans making ready for a full +assault on the Enterprise . ``We don't have much time here.'' + +``Yes, Number One, the answer to a question which has been bothering +me for some time.'' Picard then turned to the ops console, ``Mr. +Data, I would like you to assemble the footage we have on the attack +of Starbase 57 as well as some scenes of the wreckage of the Endeavor +and Starbase 59. Be ready to display it on my order.'' + +``Aye, sir. It will take me a few minutes to collect it,'' Data +responded in his normal calm manner. + +``According to Commander Kareel, we have considerably less time than +that, so I suggest that you hurry, Mr. Data.'' Picard then addressed +Worf, ``Open a channel to that ship, Lieutenant. I believe it is time +to clear a few misconceptions.'' + +``I have established contact with the Falcon , sir,'' Worf said a few +seconds later. The main viewer then came to life with the Vulcanish +features of the High Commander. + +``I believe that your time is almost at an end, Captain Picard. I +trust that you have made the wise choice to surrender. Why needlessly +waste the lives of your crew in a hopeless battle?'' Kareel smiled +mirthlessly. + +``I neither intend to do battle with your ship nor surrender to the +Romulans, Kareel. You are as much in the wrong by being in the +Neutral Zone as we are. However, we are justified under Article 7, +Subparagraph 3 of the Treaty of Argonia to pursue vessels that are +believed to have committed acts of agression against the Federation +into the Neutral Zone in order to bring the crew of said vessel back +for trial.'' Picard looked up at the Romulan visage on the viewscreen +and said intently, ``That is exactly what we were doing when you +interfered. The vessel that you destroyed was responsible for doing +severe damage to one of the Federation Starbases along the Neutral +Zone. It is our belief that your ship destroyed that one in order +that we not discover its origin. By this act you have interfered with +an investigation of the Federation, and thus under Article 42 of the +treaty, it is we who should be demanding your surrender for possible +complicity in the heinous crime which that vessel committed.'' + +Picard then crossed his arms, stared at the Romulan High Commander and +said very slowly, ``Therefore I must inform you that you and your crew +are under Federation arrest and you must unconditionally surrender +your vessel to our control.'' + +Kareel stared back at Picard from the viewscreen. Riker and Worf +looked with disbelief at the scene and what followed shocked them even +more, the Romulan laughed. Not jovial laughter, but the laughter of +one who had heard a joke and found it to be bad. + +``You cannot be serious, Picard. Do you really expect me to believe +that your incursion into the Neutral Zone was not to spy and inflict +harm on the Romulan Empire? Do you really expect me to surrender my +ship to you, when the evidence of corroboration is set squarely +against you? No, Picard, that would be absurd. I once again demand +your surrender, or face the consequences and be destroyed.'' + +Picard moved up to Data's station and said under his breath so that +the Romulan commander could not hear him, ``Data, do you have that +sequence ready?'' + +Data looked up from the ops console, ``Yes, Captain, I can route it +through Lieutenant Worf's communications console when you are ready.'' + +``Good.'' Picard then turned to the viewscreen again, ``Commander, I +will not surrender my ship nor my crew to you. However, I am prepared +to offer proof that what I have said is true. Are you prepared to do +the same?'' + +``As I have said, Captain, the burden of proof lies upon your +shoulders. We already have evidence of your complicity,'' Kareel +replied gratingly. ``You are running out of time, Captain.'' + +``Very well, I shall prove what I say. Be prepared to so the same +when we are done, or else I will be the one dictating terms.'' Picard +then turned to the tactical console, ``Mr. Worf, please transmit Mr. +Data's pictures, and display them on our main viewer.'' + +With that the scene on the viewscreen changed to one of the rubble of +Starbase 59 when the Enterprise had arrived. The lower corner of the +screen still showed the Romulan High Commander's face. Troi studied +this intently, trying to sense the leader's emotions as he viewed the +scenes of destruction. The view then shifted to the debris field of +the Endeavor . All the while Data was keeping up a running commentary +of what the scenes portrayed as they were broadcast. + +When the scene shifted to the attack of Starbase 57, Picard sat beside +Deanna Troi and motioned to Worf to cut off the voice sensors in the +bridge. ``Counselor,'' he said quietly, ``I must know what is going +on inside his head before I make my next move. What can you tell +me?'' + +``He was very certain before we started showing the pictures, +Captain,'' she said while still staring at the viewer, ``but now he's +wavering. I believe he has seen similar scenes of destruction +committed against his people, and it is striking an emotional chord +within him. But, I believe you are going to have to push him just a +little harder to get him to change his mind about our purpose.'' + +``Thank you, Counselor. He, too, has some convincing to do. But +first let's clear our own name.'' Picard then stood up as Data's +description ended with the Romulan ship appearing and destroying the +vessel that the Enterprise had been pursuing. He motioned to Worf to +open the bridge voice channel again and to put his image on the +transmission. ``The weapons that were used against the destroyed +starbases and starships are unknown to us. However, they resemble the +effects of a Romulan disruptor enough to cause your people to be the +prime suspect. Not to mention, the fact that this is occurring along +the Neutral Zone has caused many within the Federation to point +fingers in your direction.'' + +``It is not my concern who the people in the Federation are pointing +their fingers at, Captain,'' Kareel replied evenly. ``It has been our +experience that the effects of the weapons used against our starbases +have resembled Federation phasers enough to cause the blame to be +placed on you. What you have shown me could have been easily created +in a computer simulation. It is not proof of what you say.'' + +``I have even more convincing proof, High Commander. Physical +evidence. Within the cargo holds of this ship, we have some remnants +of the destroyed starbase and starship. I will have some transported +into the near space around your vessel for you to inspect.'' Picard +then sat down, ``To do this, however, we must have some form of truce +between our vessels, since we must lower our shields to do the +transporting. Will you agree to such a truce, and will you offer a +similar kind of proof that we can inspect?'' + +Kareel became silent and pondered the issue. Finally he said, ``I +shall let you know.'' With that the viewscreen returned to a view of +the Romulan vessel. + +``Transmission cut off, sir. With your permission, sir?'' Worf spoke +up. + +``Yes, Mr. Worf, go on.'' + +``Sir, it would be very unwise to lower the shields in front of a +Romulan vessel. Especially, since this one already has its weapons +fully charged. We could not detect them readying their disruptors for +attack, and we may not be able to retaliate if they activate their +cloaking device and disappear,'' Worf said adamantly. + +``I tend to agree with Lieutenant Worf, sir,'' added Riker. ``The +Romulans are not exactly known for honoring their truces, especially +when a nice prize in the form of a starship is hanging right in front +of them. The prestige offered them for capturing a Federation vessel +would enable Kareel to retire for life and live like a king.'' + +Troi interposed, ``I disagree, Captain. This Romulan is very +different from those that we have encountered in the past. He truly +wavered when you brought up physical evidence. Also, he did not +immediately attack the Enterprise after destroying the alien ship. +This is not typical Romulan tactics as I understand them. There is +something else about him. It's difficult to explain, but I sense a +tiredness within him.'' + +``A tiredness?'' Picard asked, raising one of his eyebrows, ``please +explain.'' + +``He seems almost weary of his command and the need to make the +decisions which he must. It is almost as if he were thinking, `Oh no, +not again.' I don't know if that helps.'' She then shook her head. + +``It may, Counselor, it just may. Thank you for your advice, people, +but I believe that if we can get this truce going we just might be +able to find out a little more about this situation. You may be +asking what is motivating me here. When we came into the Neutral Zone +a two years ago to investigate the first destruction of an outpost and +encountered a Romulan vessel, my counterpart on the Romulan ship +mentioned that their installations along the Neutral Zone were getting +attacked by an unknown presence. At the time, we discounted it as +another Romulan tactic. Now, I'm not so sure we were correct in +making that assumption. This is the golden opportunity to try and +find out. If both sides are being attacked, then perhaps someone out +here is trying to start a war and I'd rather not give them the +satisfaction.'' Picard then set his mouth, ``Besides, if they lower +their shields, we will have the ideal opportunity for Mr. Worf to +scan their ship and give us some good information about their newest +technology, and maybe something on their new cloaking device.'' + +``And them our technology,'' muttered Worf under his breath. + +``Yes, Mr. Worf, but remember, we only have half our ship here and +they have all of theirs,'' Picard replied. + +Worf's console signalled an incoming call from the Romulan ship. He +indicated so to Picard, who then straightened his tunic and motioned +for the others to assume a duty station posture. He did not want the +Romulans thinking that they had the Enterprise crew worried and wanted +to portray a situation normal impression. + +``Captain Picard, I have discussed your proposal with my subordinates +and we have agreed that your idea has some merit,'' came the reply of +the Romulan High Commander. ``We have some debris from our own most +recently destroyed starbase that we will allow you to examine. +However, the issue of whom shall lower their shields first has +arisen.'' + +``Yes, Commander, I can see how that might be an issue with your +people. I have terms under which we will lower our shields.'' Picard +then paused, standing and walking around to the tactical console where +now only Worf stood. ``We will lower our shields first if you will +discharge your disruptors. That will give my Chief of Security, here, +confidence that you will not be able to fire upon us unwarned.'' + +``The Klingon is wise and prudent, Captain. It is agreed. If you +lower your shields and discharge your phasers, we, too, shall lower +ours,'' replied Kareel. + +``Very well, I await an indication that you have done as we request.'' +Picard then looked down at the tactical sensor display, and nodded +with satisfaction as he saw the bar graph display of the Romulan +ship's weapon power reduce to zero. ``Well, Mr. Worf, do you feel +that the Romulans have shown good faith?'' + +``The Romulans never show `good faith', sir. However, they have +acquiesced to our terms and it would be honorable to fulfill our part +of the bargain.'' Worf reluctantly replied. + +``Very well, Lieutenant, please lower our shields,'' Picard announced +so that the Romulan could hear him over the connection. He then +continued, ``But keep alert to the first sign of hostility from that +ship. Be ready to restore shields at a moment's notice.'' Picard +added in undertones that only Worf could hear. + +The shimmer of the shields disappeared from the Enterprise hull. The +ship now lay virtually defenseless to a sudden attack from the Falcon +. The Romulan High Commander seeing a Federation Galaxy class vessel +this close undefended almost changed his mind about a truce, but the +words that the Klingon had uttered regarding honor in combat stilled +his first impulse. ``Very well, Captain, you have fulfilled your part +of the bargain. We shall fulfill ours.'' He motioned to his first +officer who then ordered the shields be lowered on the Romulan ship. +``Shall we begin the exchange of samples, Captain Picard?'' + +``That is the purpose of all this, is it not?'' Picard then addressed +Riker, ``Number One, please supervise the transport of some of the +debris from Starbase 59 and the Endeavor to the Romulan ship.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' Riker replied as he headed to the turbolift for the +cargo bay. + +``Commander Kareel,'' Picard called to the Romulan, ``I hope that this +little exchange of ours enters us into a new level of understanding, +which we can perhaps use to stop whatever is happening along the +Neutral Zone.'' + +``Perhaps, Captain Picard, perhaps. But we must first determine +whether you are deceiving us. I trust you are not, Captain. The +consequences would be most dire.'' + +``I trust that you understand the same, High Commander,'' Picard +responded as he gestured to Worf to cut the transmission. ``A most +irritating dialog, talking with a Romulan of any rank. The higher the +rank, the more pig-headed they become,'' he said as he dropped into +his chair. + +``No, Captain,'' responded Troi. ``I sense that he does not truly +believe what he says. That much of it is a front for his crew. He +cannot be seen as weak in front of them, and must talk this way.'' + +``Are you saying that he doesn't wish to fight us, Counselor?'' asked +Worf incredulously. + +``That is exactly what I am saying, Lieutenant. Something about that +man doesn't feel quite Romulan. We have encountered others and they +have not come across quite like this one. He has a soul, Captain.'' + +``We all have souls, Counselor,'' returned Picard, ``some of us just +don't listen to them often enough. Perhaps, our Commander Kareel is +unusual for a Romulan in that he does.'' + + +------ + +Picard sat in the small ready room near the battle bridge. It was not +nearly as well appointed as the one next to the main bridge, but it +gave him the privacy he needed to gather his thoughts and prepare +himself for what lay ahead. He had not expected the Romulan commander +to agree to his terms so readily. He, too, had misgivings about +sitting ten kilometers from a known enemy with his shields down. But +he had to trust his instinct that the Romulans were not part of this. + +It had taken him too long to make the connection with what was +happening now and what had transpired in their previous encounter with +the Romulans. Even when he had replayed the interaction with the +Romulan Captain, he had disregarded those lines as misdirection. He +now knew better, or at least he hoped he did. + +The door chime of the ready room sounded and Picard gave his consent +for the door to open and in walked an excited Riker. ``Captain, we +have verified that the damage which created the debris from the +Romulan starbase was caused by the same weapon that destroyed the +Endeavor and Starbase 59. We have also done what we can to verify +that we have the genuine article. As near as we can tell, it is from +a Romulan starbase.'' + +``How have you been able to determine that, Number One? After all, we +don't exactly have good records on Romulan installations.'' Picard +asked. + +``The material was analyzed for historical stress and strain +indications, the results we got agree with what the Federation has +found for long term pressure and spin duress. Furthermore, there is +crazing along the outer surface that seems to indicate particle +showers inflicted during extended exposure in spatial vacuum,'' Riker +replied, knowing that his Captain was well familiar with the standard +methods. He then added, ``we also tapped into some old records +gleaned from a captured Romulan vessel twenty years ago that have +helped us locate just where this piece came from. It was located near +the power pod of the base, it could not have been removed without +destroying the base.'' + +``Very good, Will,'' Picard said, adding that he was impressed with +the thoroughness of the investigation. ``Let's just hope that they +didn't destroy one of their own bases just to disillusion us.'' + +Picard then granted his assent for his First Officer to take the conn. +Meanwhile, he went back to studying the transcripts of their previous +encounters with the Romulans and the current one. He was certain that +the Romulans were not at the center of all this, but if that was the +case, then who the devil was? + +``Captain, an incoming communication from the Romulan vessel,'' Worf's +voice pierced Picard's thoughts. + +``Very well, Lieutenant, please pipe it in here.'' Picard's desktop +viewer then showed the visage of the Romulan commander. ``Commander, +have you had an opportunity to examine the samples we sent over?'' + +A much sobered Kareel nodded to Picard and replied, ``Yes, Captain, we +have, as I am sure have you. Your proof is very convincing, +especially added to your pictures of the act. I regret that we cannot +offer further proof of our position, other than my word that we did +not destroy our own facilities.'' + +``Then I must assume that you did not destroy ours, Commander Kareel. +At least for now. This, of course does leave us with a rather open +question. That is, if we aren't targeting your bases and you aren't +hitting ours, who was the agent that did?'' + +``I don't know, Picard. The Romulan High Command was very certain +that the Federation was behind this. I no longer feel that this is +the case, and I have already communicated these beliefs to my +superiors. But without a reasonable solution to our mutual problem, +my mission is yet incomplete. I would like to discuss possible +strategies to accomplish our mutual goal, would you be agreeable?'' + +Picard was astounded at the offer. There had been no face to face +negotiations with Romulans since the treaty had been signed over a +hundred years ago. The opportunity to learn more about such an old +adversary would be invaluable. There was only one answer a scholar +like Picard could give. ``That would definitely be agreeable, +Commander. I would propose that we meet aboard the Enterprise . We +have accommodations that can make a meeting of this kind fairly +comfortable.'' + +Kareel nodded in assent. ``Agreed then, Captain. I shall prepare my +delegation. Shall we meet in one hour?'' Kareel said. + +``Very well, Kareel, one hour. Picard out.'' The viewer then +darkened. Picard looked around his ready room and started to chuckle +at the unlikelihood of all that had happened. ``What a day, what a +very remarkable day.'' + +He did not realize just how remarkable that day was yet to become. + + +CHAPTER 6 +--------- + +Conference Room Four was not quite as well appointed as the briefing +room off the main bridge, thought Riker, but it was still an +impressive sight on a starship. The main table was made out of black +walnut, and gave the room an impressive air of formality. It was +large enough to sit twelve people and still give them room enough to +work. The chairs, also black, were standard starfleet issue. More +functional than stylish, the chairs were comfortable enough to sit in +for the hours that some negotiations could take. Unlike the briefing +room, this room did not have portals onto space. Instead, large +viewscreens covered one of the long walls so that audio-visual +presentations could be made easily. The opposing wall had +reproductions of paintings by some of the great artists of the +Federation planets. Riker had not had many opportunities to come to +this conference room, and so was amazed to see a Picasso from Earth +next to a T'kthun from the Klingon home world. Although both were +great works of art, the feeling emanating from each was greatly +discordant. A feeling magnified by the tension surrounding the +upcoming meeting to take place in this very room. + +Riker was broken from his musing by the entrance of Picard with +Counselor Troi and Lieutenant Worf. ``I want to be very sure that all +possible security precautions are being taken, Mr. Worf,'' Picard was +saying to the security officer. ``Once this meeting begins, I want no +one to be able to enter or leave this room without my orders.'' + +``Of course, Captain. I shall guard this room personally,'' Worf +replied. + +Picard then shook his head. ``No, Lieutenant. I want to have you on +the bridge. We are still deep within the Neutral Zone with an armed +Romulan battle cruiser of unknown strength in near proximity to us. +With Commander Riker and myself down here, you will be needed to keep +close watch on our companion.'' Picard then lowered and softened his +voice, ``I also want to avoid any unpleasantness that might arise from +you confronting the Romulans.'' + +Worf stiffened and replied with something close to a hurt look, ``I +would not allow my personal feelings to interfere with the performance +of my duty, Captain.'' + +``As I recall, Lieutenant, with regard to the massacre in which your +parents died you already have done just that,'' Picard reprimanded. + +Riker winced at the intensity of Picard's rebuke, but knew that such +strength of admonition was the only way to talk sense into the +sometimes stubborn Klingon. The reminder of Worf's vengeful killing +of Duras who had discredited Worf and had murdered his mate K'Ehleyr, +would sting. The pain of remembrance would, however, convince Worf of +the sense of Picard's orders. + +The Security Chief stood silent for a moment and then nodded his +agreement at his superior officer. ``Aye, sir, you are correct. I +shall station a pair of guards at the door to the conference room. +Another pair will be stationed at the entrance to the turbolift, while +security bulkheads will be sealed to this deck.'' + +The irony of Worf replacing himself with two pairs of guards and the +sealed bulkheads was not lost on Picard, but he made no comment other +than turning toward the far side of the room saying, ``Make it so.'' + +Worf turned to leave the room casting a soulful glare in Riker's +direction. Riker acknowledged him with a slight smile and a nod. He +then approached the table where Troi had already sat down. As he +poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, he +asked her, ``Do you think you will have any difficulty reading the +Romulan's emotions, Deanna? With their ancestral relationship to the +Vulcans, might they have the same ability to mask their feelings?'' + +``I don't know, Will. They certainly may have the potential to do so, +but the Vulcan ability to deny their emotions comes from centuries of +philosophic training not just from genetics. Vulcan history indicates +that the Romulan, or Rihansu as they call themselves, forbears left +just as Savek's philosophical revolution was taking place.'' She sat +back and considered what had occurred earlier in the bridge. ``Kareel +has not, up to now, made any effort to conceal his emotions either. +That was very apparent in our last conversation.'' + +``Do you think that he may be deceiving us? Disguising his emotions +so that he can lure us into complacency?'' + +Troi crossed her arms on the tabletop and replied, ``It may be +impossible to say one way or the other. Certainly not from the data +we currently have at our disposal. It would, however, be foolish not +to take precautions. Remember, he is a Romulan starship commander on +what looks to be a new vessel. He did not get where he is in their +hierarchy without some amount of ruthlessness.'' + +Picard had been listening to their conversation as he made a circuit +of the room. He now added, ``And that is why we are taking these +extreme security precautions. No matter how willing he may appear to +want to make a truce, one must always view the Romulans with +suspicion. They have always been rather zealous in their protection +of the Neutral Zone and it is no time to think that they have changed +their ways. Even just one of them.'' He stopped next to Riker and +set his lips grimly. ``A Federation ship named Enterprise would make +a very nice prize for a Romulan High Commander to bring back to the +Rihan system. As I understand their government, it would almost +ensure him of a seat on their Praetorian High Council for life.'' + +As if on cue, Data's voice came over the room's comlink, ``Captain, +the Romulan vessel has indicated their readiness to beam Commander +Kareel and two other officers to whatever coordinates we indicate.'' + +``Very well, Commander. Contact Lieutenant Worf and when he indicates +that the security details are in place send the coordinates to the +Falcon .'' Picard straightened his tunic and regarded the other two +officers with a slight smile, ``Well, I believe we are about to step +into uncharted territory.'' + +Riker grinned back and said, ``That's what we signed up for. Isn't +it, Captain?'' Well he knew that it was moments like this that his +captain enjoyed the most. The opportunity to observe Picard use his +diplomatic skills was one of the reasons Will Riker did not want his +own command just yet. There was still much to be learned from this +man. + +Picard's response was cut short by the distinctive hum of the +transporter. The three turned to regard the materializing envoy from +the Romulan vessel. It would have been immediately obvious which of +the trio was Kareel even had he not already seen him, thought Riker. +The man emanated an aura of confidence and authority which was +unmistakable. He was slightly taller than Picard, but had the +characteristic slightness of build that was a Romulan and Vulcan +trait. What made him stand out from the other two was his eyes. They +pierced out from under his slanted eyebrows taking in his surroundings +and the three Federation officers. + +After a few moments during which he seemed to be sizing up the others +in the room, he took a step forward and tilted his head slightly at +the Enterprise's captain and said, ``Captain Picard, it is indeed an +honor to meet you and to have the opportunity to set foot aboard your +ship.'' + +Picard followed suit and stepped toward the group of Romulans. ``The +honor, High Commander, is all ours. It is a rare occasion when +citizens of the Federation can meet face to face with representatives +of the Rihansu.'' Picard paused and then motioned with his hand +toward Riker and Troi. ``This is my First Officer, Commander William +Riker, and my ship's Counselor, Lieutenant-Commander Deanna Troi. +They will be participating as advisors in our discussion.'' + +Kareel acknowledged the two with a nod of his head and indicated his +companions by turning toward them. ``Accompanying me are my First +Officer, Commander T'Fara i-Vramnae t'Arwhael, and the Falcon's +Political Officer, Bkandar tr'Kherst. Rihansu regulations require +that two officers of command rank be present in negotiations with +alien species. Owing to the current situation, it was deemed wise to +have the Political Officer present as well.'' + +Riker turned his attention to the officers accompanying Kareel. +T'Fara was stunningly beautiful by human and Romulan standards. The +classic high cheekbones and slanted eyes of her people gave her an +exotic appearance which Riker found appealing. However, the look with +which she studied him indicated that this was a strong willed and +determined lady. The honorific in her name, t'Arwhael, indicated that +she was the High Commander's wife. Kareel should watch his back in +bed with that woman, otherwise she might put a knife in it, thought +Riker wryly. + +Bkandar was as ugly as T'Fara was beautiful, Riker mused as he studied +the Political Officer. The rat-faced little man looked with distaste +at the Starfleet officers. He more fit the profile of the Romulans +that many citizens of the Federation had come to hate and fear. +During the whole set of introductions, he seemed to be looking for any +useful information that could be gleaned from his surroundings. Riker +was not certain, but thought he had detected a hint of distaste in +Kareel's manner toward the Political officer as he had introduced him. + +Picard had continued talking while Riker was studying the Romulans. +He was addressing Bkandar, ``Your precautions are understandable. +This is a highly irregular situation and the more irregular the +situation is, the more protocol should be adhered to.'' + +``Captain Picard,'' sneered Bkandar in response, ``if protocol had +been adhered to we wouldn't be having this conversation. Your ship +would either be destroyed or a prisoner of the Empire. It is only +through the sufferance of the High Commander that you have been +allowed to live.'' + +``That is quite enough, Sub-Commander,'' interrupted Kareel sternly. +The look which he cast in Bkandar's direction left little room for +doubt about the irritation that he felt about this outburst. He then +turned to Picard and said softly, ``My apologies for my subordinate's +behavior, Captain. He is inexperienced in such matters as these. He +does not yet understand the necessity for diplomacy when negotiating. +Certainly, one does not need to state the obvious in this situation.'' + +``Indeed,'' Picard said softly, but with great force. ``Let me assure +you that the Enterprise would not have been taken captive, Kareel. If +our exchange of information had failed to convince you, there would +have been little choice but to fight. A battle between the Enterprise +and the Falcon would have resulted in nothing less than another +full-scale war between our people.'' Picard walked toward the head of +the conference table. ``War is only avoided when people of vision +realize that there is either no reason to fight, or greater reason not +to fight than to fight. I am willing to explain fully the reasons +which have caused the Enterprise to be in the Neutral Zone, if you are +willing to lay that same information on this table. If you have only +come over here to say idle threats and innuendo, we might as well +start charging our weapons now.'' + +Silence fell over the room as Picard and Kareel's eyes met. Moments +later, a smile broke out on Kareel's face. ``Well said, Captain. I +assure you that it was not my intention to threaten. I am determined +not to allow this meeting between ships to escalate into a war. It +would serve neither of our stated purposes for being here.'' He then +approached a seat next to Picard's and slowly pulled it out and sat in +it. He then placed his hands on the table's surface and said, ``Let's +see if we can determine a way to satisfy both our goals without +killing one another. At least not today.'' + +Picard looked down at Kareel and nodded grimly. He gestured for the +others to take their seats as he lowered himself into his chair. +``Very well, High Commander. Let us discuss it.'' + +Riker positioned himself to sit across from Bkandar, he wanted to be +able to keep a close eye on this man. As they began to sit down, +Bkandar remained standing until he was certain that Riker had taken +his seat. The glare which the Political Officer gave Riker was enough +to send chills down his spine. It was obvious to Riker that there was +no love lost between Bkandar and the Federation, and that he was not +interested in the peaceful solution which his superior was trying to +arrange. Indeed, the leer which he cast in Troi's direction made the +First Officer want to get up and do several non-diplomatic acts to the +Romulan, himself. + +Troi sensed this emotion from Riker and looked at him with alarm. He +merely smiled back at her and shook his head. This was not the time +nor the place for violence and he well knew it. He then turned back +toward the Romulan and met his eyes with a gaze that warned him that +he was being watched very closely. + +It did not take a Betazoid to sense hostility and Picard was well +aware of the social dynamic taking place in the room. It was not +unexpected for there to be tension, but he was confident that his +First Officer would not to provoke anything unnecessary. + +Satisfied that all had their attention on the head of the table, where +he and Kareel were seated, Picard began his presentation by tapping a +few buttons on the console in front of him. Pictures of the +destruction of several planetary outposts and starbases began +appearing on the viewscreens along the long wall. ``Three years ago, +the Federation began experiencing a series of attacks along its border +with the Neutral Zone. These attacks on our outposts were being made +on outposts which were situated along the most narrow section of the +treaty zone. It was widely assumed that this was a precursor to a +Romulan attack on Federation space. On Stardate 41956.8, Enterprise +was sent into the Neutral Zone to investigate these attacks. During +our surveillance, we encountered a Romulan Bird of Prey under the +command of T-Bok. A brief exchange of words followed, during which it +was revealed that T-Bok was investigating similar occurrences along +the Romulan side of the zone. At a briefing following the incident, +it was widely assumed that T-Bok's story was a ruse to cover the +Romulan's more sinister purpose. Especially considering the number of +incursions into Federation space the Empire has made recently.'' + +``We consider that our space, Picard,'' spoke Bkandar. ``The +Federation has no claim to the regions near the Treaty zone. Weak and +foolish people gave those areas away, the strong will take back what +is rightfully ours.'' + +``The Federation recognizes no Romulan claim to those sectors, +Bkandar,'' thrust back Riker. ``The Federation has been asked by the +populated planets in that region to protect them. That doesn't sound +like you have a rightful claim to them.'' + +Kareel slammed his hand onto the table, the sound getting the +attention of the two at the end of the table. ``That will be enough! +The claim of space in and around the Neutral Zone is not at issue +here. That is an old dispute, one which will not be decided here and +likely not any time in the near future.'' He then reseated himself +and addressed Picard, ``Let me assure you, Captain, that those ships +were not seeking to destroy Federation outposts. They were merely +attempting to access Federation motives around the region.'' + +``Intelligence gathering, you mean,'' Picard retorted. + +The Romulan smiled and spread his hands, ``As you wish, Captain. But +as I stated earlier, that is of no consequence to our current +situation.'' + +Picard considered this and nodded. ``I agree.'' He then tapped +another control and his presentation continued. ``Immediately +following our encounter with T-Bok, the attacks on our bases stopped. +For about two years there was no openly aggressive activity along the +Neutral Zone aside from the incursions we just discussed. However, +the past four months have seen a reoccurrence of the attacks. This +time with greater frequency and damage.'' The viewscreens now showed +planetary scenes of large craters and twisted buildings. ``It is +evident that the weapon used was of tremendous power,'' he added +needlessly. + +``As you are aware, starbases and starships near the Neutral Zone have +also come under attack. However, analysis done by a team on the +Enterprise indicates that the same weapon was not used. The starbase +attack profile seems to indicate a knowledge of the defense systems +employed. Evidence indicates that the same may be true for the +starship attacks.'' Scenes of the attack on Starbase 57 were being +displayed as the captain made these statements. ``The ships involved +in this attack seem to be too small to have done the outpost damage, +which leads us to suspect that they do not tell the whole tale. The +desire to get more information about the source of the destruction +prompted me to order the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone in pursuit +of the vessel you destroyed.'' + +``It was a necessary tactical decision,'' responded the heretofore +silent T'Fara. ``We could not be certain that the Enterprise and that +ship weren't colleagues, so we destroyed the smaller ship. Fighting +one ship is far easier than fighting two.'' + +Picard acknowledged by saying, ``In your eyes, perhaps it did seem +necessary at the time. But in retrospect, it was an unfortunate +decision because it leaves us no closer to the truth. In truth, it +also casts a shadow over Romulan innocence in the matter. You could +have been trying to cover something up by destroying that vessel.'' + +``Yes, that could have been our purpose, but it wasn't,'' answered +Kareel. ``I believe that is my cue to offer our purposes in the +Neutral Zone.'' He leaned toward the table console in front of him, +``If I may, Captain?'' + +Picard nodded his assent. It had been arranged earlier to have a +communications feed from the Falcon to the conference room so that +Kareel could display the evidence he desired. He entered a key +sequence and disturbingly similar scenes of destruction appeared on +the viewscreens. + +``These are scenes of outpost destruction over the past three years +along our side of the Neutral Zone. Unlike the Federation, there was +no pause in the destruction, although it has escalated in recent +months. We have had more than 100,000 men and women killed in these +attacks, Captain.'' The scenes shifted to floating space debris. +``These images are of destroyed starbases, again the damage was +complete. There have been no survivors of any of the attacks. The +Falcon's mission was precipitated by the disappearance of the very +ship you encountered two years ago. T-Bok's last report came ten days +ago in this sector. We have found no remains of his ship.'' + +The scenes shifted to a sequence of an attack on a Romulan starbase. +Picard knew that analysts would be studying this for months to come, +it was the first close up look at a Romulan perimeter base that the +Federation had been treated to. ``This attack was carried out by +vessels very similar to the one which you had been pursuing. In fact, +the last one had just self-destructed when our sensors indicated the +presence of your ship and its companion. Under those circumstances, +as my First Officer indicated, we had very few options open to us.'' + +Silence once again came over the group. Picard looked toward his +Counselor and as their eyes met she nodded slightly. Picard looked +back at the Romulan trio and said, ``I believe your story. The +similarities are quite startling, and I'm sure that detailed analysis +of each others reports from the destroyed outposts would reveal that +they are identical. It does seem that we have the basis for a +negotiation.'' + +``Excellent, Captain. I, too, am satisfied with your story. It was +difficult to believe that if the Federation had a weapon which could +do the kind of damage we have been seeing, that they would not proceed +to attack the rest of the Empire.'' He then paused, his face becoming +more grim. ``Of course, we now must ask why such a thing is occurring +and what the agency's motives are.'' + +Troi answered, ``I believe that there can be only one answer to that. +Whoever is responsible for this wants to provoke a conflict between +the Romulans and the Federation. The most recent attack profile seems +to confirm that supposition. It can only have been designed to bring +the two flagships of either fleet into the Neutral Zone and into +proximity with one another. Why else the self-destruction of the ship +you were chasing? Why else the delay of the ship we were pursuing to +engage maximum warp?'' She paused and gestured toward Bkandar and +Riker, ``With all that circumstantial evidence, it would have been +easy for hostilities to break out.'' + +Bkandar's eyes narrowed at this slight, while Riker turned slightly +red, but then smiled and acknowledged her perception. ``Hostilities +which neither side wants or needs,'' finished the First Officer. + +``Speak for yourself, human. My people are not afraid to fight,'' +responded Bkandar. ``Dying in a war with the Federation would be +considered an honorable end to life.'' + +``What do you know about fighting and dying, Bkandar?'' stormed +Kareel as he rose out of his chair. ``You were not part of the Far +Wars as was I. You did not see ships destroyed and have comrades die +in your arms. An `honorable end to life'? There is no honor in +dying, only grief for the families of the dead.'' He had walked to +the middle of the table where Bkandar was seated and he now gestured +toward the Federation officers, ``People on both sides would die and +where would we be? We cannot conquer all of the Federation, and they +cannot conquer all the Empire. So where would we be? Probably with +the same borders we have now, and a lot of anger festering the wounds +between the sides. Anger prompted by the deaths of so many.'' + +Kareel stopped and seemed to take control of himself as he turned to +the paintings on the wall. As he looked at them his shoulders slumped +and he said cryptically, ``We may have won the Far Wars, but we lost +more than they.'' He then turned toward the Political Officer as he +touched the communicator on his wrist, `` Falcon this is Kareel. Beam +Sub-Commander Bkandar back to the ship and confine him to his +quarters.'' + +As the confirmation came over the communicator, Bkandar stood up and +stammered, ``You cannot do this. The Praetorate will hear of this. +You will lose everything.'' + +Kareel coolly regarded the smaller man. ``Yes, Bkandar. The +Praetorate will hear of how you singlehandedly almost brought us to +war with the Federation. How you undermined sensitive negotiations. +And how you disobeyed the orders of a superior officer.'' He lifted +his wrist and said, ``Energize.'' + +With that order, the man disappeared as the astonished Federation +officers looked on. The High Commander seemed to nod with +satisfaction and then turned back to the table. ``I once again must +apologize for the outburst, Captain. As you have seen, I have taken +steps to make certain it does not happen again.'' + +Picard knew that this would not be the end of the incident. The +Praetorian council would not take kindly to having its representative +locked up. Certainly not after having him disgraced in front of +Starfleet officers. The removal of Bkandar would make the meeting go +much more smoothly and for that, Picard was grateful. + +``Very well, Kareel, what is your proposition to resolve this dilemma +we find ourselves in?'' Picard finally asked. + +``I believe you see the same solution that I do, Picard,'' said the +Romulan as he returned to his seat. ``We must agree to search the +Neutral Zone together to locate this menace. Thus, we have to arrive +at some form of a truce between our two ships. However, there can be +no doubt that there will be distrust between both sides. So, I would +propose a search pattern which would not provide intelligence +information about the other side's defenses or ship movements. In +addition, it should be a pattern which covers the most territory in +the least amount of time so that we can get this over with. My +superiors would not support a prolonged Federation presence in the +Neutral Zone.'' + +``Agreed, in principle, Kareel,'' responded Picard after a few seconds +of reflection. ``I would propose that you, myself and Counselor Troi +work out the details of the truce while our first officers plot out +the tactical arrangements of the search pattern.'' + +After glancing toward T'Fara and Riker, and nodding at his First +Officer, Kareel turned back toward Picard saying, ``Very well, +Captain. Let us work out the details.'' + +The complete details of the treaty were neither simple nor quick to be +resolved. After several hours of haranguing the two senior officers +had come up with a workable truce which would allow the Falcon and the +Enterprise to coexist in the Neutral Zone and to share information +gathered by sensors and science teams. This was the first time any +joint intelligence agreement had been made by the two sides. + +In the meantime, Riker and T'Fara had gravitated to the far end of the +table and had arranged a workable search pattern which would keep the +respective sides borders just out of reach of the other's long range +sensors. The trick was doing this and still being able to cover the +entire Neutral Zone quickly. As it was, they both knew that it would +take three months to adequately cover the whole of that space. They +were counting on finding some information sooner than that, however. + +``Well, Captain Picard, I do believe that we have proven that we can +work together. I must return to my ship and begin to make +preparations. We shall begin our search in ten hours, correct?'' + +``Agreed, High Commander. I must say, that after our initial +uneasiness, this has become a most productive session.'' + +Kareel nodded and smiled, ``It took some getting used to, I must +admit. But the avoidance of bloodshed was paramount.'' He then +reached out his hand toward Picard. ``I believe that a handshake seals +many deals in your society, will you seal this one with me?'' + +The captain was astonished but readily took the Romulan's hand in his. +``I am honored, Kareel tr'Arwhael. May this be the first of many +cooperations between our people.'' + +Kareel nodded solemnly and retreated to stand next to T'Fara. +``Perhaps it will be, Jean-Luc Picard. Perhaps.'' He then touched +his communicator and the two Romulans transported back to their ship. + +``Not quite what I expected at all, Captain,'' offered Riker as the +three Enterprise crewmembers sat back down. ``Bkandar was more like +the Romulans we have encountered before. Arrogant and ready to do +battle with us at a moment's notice. Kareel was, well, he was almost +pleasant to deal with.'' + +``Yet, Number One, he showed one trait that gives us insight as to how +he progressed so far in the Romulan fleet. He has a certain amount of +ruthlessness when dealing with subordinates, even important ones.'' + +``Captain,'' interjected Troi, ``there was something else about him +that I cannot quite fathom.'' She paused as she closed her eyes to +collect her thoughts on the emotions that had emanated from the +Romulan commander. She opened them again as she continued, ``He seems +almost afraid. Not of this situation in the Neutral Zone, I believe +he has that well under control. I think that he feels genuine fear of +us, of what we represent to him. I know that this doesn't seem to +make sense, but it is what I seem to be sensing from him. He is +however, a very controlled man,'' she added to justify the vagueness +of what she had sensed. + +``Maybe it does make some sense, Counselor.'' Picard unfolded a piece +of paper and lay it on the table. ``When the good Commander shook my +hand, he palmed this into it. Unfortunately it is written in Romulan. +Computer, analyze the writing on the paper on the table and translate +the message to Federation Standard. + +``Working,'' came back the pleasant, female voice of the computer. +``The text is hand-written in the High Romulan dialect and states the +following, `I, Kareel, High Commander of the Romulan Fleet and Chief +Officer of the Starship Falcon , request political asylum in the +United Federation of Planets. I would bring with me my wife, T'fara, +and my Chief Engineer Kafarth, who has served me well and knows of my +plan. With us shall come knowledge of the technology represented by +the Falcon and why it represents a great threat to the Federation. I +request that Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship +Enterprise , grant us the asylum and help ensure out escape. I have +tired of wars and the enmity that our people share.' End of +message.'' + +``Curiouser and curiouser, Captain?'' asked Riker of his astonished +captain. + +``Yes, Number One, and now the situation is even more dangerous,'' +Picard then sat back in his chair and allowed a long breath to whistle +out between pursed lips. + + +CHAPTER 7 +--------- + +Doctor Yasu Okawa stared morosely at the ruin of Starbase 57 through +the windows of the Enterprise's Ten-Forward lounge. He did not need +the sensor data written on the thick sheaf of output on his table to +know that the starbase was in serious condition. He could see the +large hole that had been torn in the living section of the base. That +hole covered five deck levels on the base and bit deep into the +interior of the structure. The release of atmospheric pressure to +vacuum had blown out many layers of supposedly air-tight doors and +bulkheads. This had resulted in a weakening of some of the structural +supports and the deaths of almost fifty crewmembers. + +Okawa shook his head sadly as more evidence of destruction came to +view when the Enterprise saucer section continued its orbit about the +station. One of the large solar collectors along the stem of the +mushroom shaped station had been completely cut away from its home. +Visible striations wandered both up the stem toward the living section +and down it to the engineering section of the starbase. So not only +did the loss of the collector mean a reduction in base power, it also +meant that the strength of the stem was in question. + +More than just in question, thought the elderly Oriental as he sipped +his saki flavored synthehol. The detailed sensor mapping that the +saucer section had completed in the past two days showed the outer +shell of the starbase was in jeopardy. The cracks in the hull were +beginning to grow and were already affecting the support beams that +ran along the interior of the shell. Unless Okawa and Evans could +soon give the engineers of the Enterprise and the station a solution +to the problem, the starbase would tear itself apart in a matter of +days. + +``May I sit with you, Yasu?'' Beverly Crusher had entered Ten-Forward +while Okawa had been in his funk and she had approached unnoticed. + +``Certainly, Beverly. Certainly. Can I buy you a drink?'' + +She shook her head and set her glass on the table. ``Nope, I've +already got one. I see you are still at work,'' she said as she +pointed toward the stack of output. She refrained from mentioning the +oddity of computer hardcopy. Okawa was well known for some of his +idiosyncracies. He was fond of saying that he liked hardcopy because +he could write in the margins. + +He glanced at the output and scowled. ``I don't know about that. I +sent Miriam to her quarters hours ago and I couldn't sleep. But I +couldn't work either. I thought that a nice round of warm saki would +relax me so that I could do one or the other, but these damn windows +keep me brooding. Do you realize that we may only have hours to come +up with some kind of solution to keep that structure from coming apart +at the seams? Even if we come up with a solution, I'm not sure that +the engineers could implement it in time.'' + +He then looked up at Crusher and noticed the faint circles under her +eyes and the obvious tiredness reflected in her eyes. ``But I wallow +in my own problems without asking you about yours. I can see that you +have been putting in some time in sickbay.'' It was more of a +statement than a question. + +Beverly ran her hand through her hair as she answered, ``Seventy-two +hours working on people who have suffered from concussions, anoxia, +radiation exposure, burst arteries, blown eardrums, . . ., the list +goes on and on. Sometimes I can't believe what punishment the human, +and non-human for that matter, body can take and still survive.'' She +picked up her drink and took a healthy shot at it. As she put it +down, she became more somber, ``Unfortunately, there were too many +whose bodies took more than what they could to survive. My pathology +unit has been kept almost as busy I have. Starfleet demands to know +why its people die.'' + +She paused as she let out a heavy and tired sigh. ``At least the +transfer of the starbase personnel went smoothly. One of the nice +things about these Galaxy class ships is that they have that extra +room for carrying about dignitaries or marines or colonists. We may +not have as much space as a starbase, but everyone is comfortable.'' + +``You two look like death warmed over,'' Guinan said as she came to +their table. ``Plus, it looks like you'll be closing the place, all +my other customers have left.'' + +The two doctors looked up at the approaching Guinan. She was the +imperturbable hostess of the Ten-Forward area. No one knew what was +happening aboard the Enterprise like Guinan, and no one could make +someone feel at ease like her. She seemed to have a level of empathy +akin to the ship's counselor, Deanna Troi. + +``Please have a seat, Guinan,'' motioned Okawa. ``We have just been +discussing our mutual problems. Do you have any you care to vent +out?'' + +``None at all, Yasu. And even if I did, what good would it do to let +them out right now? I have always felt that it is far better to deal +with problems rather than rant about them. But I could see that +neither of you were ranting over here. You care to let me in on your +problems?'' + +Okawa spoke up, ``I think our problems stem from the fact that the +Federation feels it necessary to put these damn starbases out where +they can get attacked like this. Do you two realize that I helped to +design these things almost thirty years ago? I was much younger then, +and filled with the zeal of youth. The Federation wanted a new +starbase design that would have both the long range sensor capability +to monitor activity in the Neutral Zone as well as the defensive +capability to protect itself in the event of a Romulan attack. These +starbases were completely unlike any other, in that their purpose was +not to be a scientific outpost or an interstellar service station for +starships, but were meant purely as a first line of defense against +the Romulans.'' + +He stopped for a second to take another sip of his saki and did not +notice the look which passed between Guinan and Crusher. He then +continued, ``We designed those things to withstand an attack from a +Romulan strike force. Obviously we did not do a very good job,'' he +said bitterly. ``These bases have never been the subject of an attack +until now. All our careful planning seems to have been for naught. +Those little ships cut through the defense shielding and the triple +hulls of the living section like a hot knife through butter.'' He +slapped his hand on top of his stack of output. ``This data here +shows me that the job which was started thirty years ago is not really +completed. If nothing else, I hope we can learn something from this +and figure out a way to build a border starbase that won't make the +personnel in it sitting ducks during an attack.'' + +Beverly put her hand on top of Okawa's which still rested on the sheaf +of output. ``Yasu, you can't blame yourself for the death of those +people on the three starbases. Thirty years ago you designed a +starbase that could withstand an attack of a Romulan vessel of thirty +years ago. Times change, methods of attack change, and technology +changes. It was Starfleet that made the decision to stay with these +bases and only make minor changes to them over the years. You had +nothing to say about it.'' + +``Perhaps, Beverly. Perhaps you are right. I don't really blame +myself for the deaths. I blame myself for not thinking about these +bases for the past twenty years. I've buried myself in my research +and forgot the hand I played in creating these stations. I could have +continued with the project and helped in the modifications, so that +this might not have happened. I can right that wrong by figuring out +a way to save this base, and maybe a way to strengthen the remaining +bases. Let's face it, I'm the only one who can.'' + +Guinan rose, ``Well, neither of you can save anybody or anything +looking the way you do. Go get some sleep, there is always time for +that.'' + +``Yes, Guinan, that is a good idea.'' Crusher picked up the sensor +output from the table, ``Come on, Yasu, there is always tomorrow. Who +knows, maybe you'll be inspired in your sleep.'' + +The structural scientist nodded and rose from his seat. He cast a +final look at the battered starbase before he joined the doctor on her +way out of the lounge. + + +------ + +Miriam Evans was busy at her computer station when a wide-eyed Okawa +burst into the lab. He practically ran to his own terminal unit and +began to quickly call up a program. She knew better than to interrupt +her partner when he was like this. His mind went onto a single track +and any outside interference could easily cause him to lose whatever +breakthrough he was on. She could only assume that he was onto +something that could solve the problems they were having with +stabilizing the starbase. She had a few more stress analysis runs to +do, so she began them while patiently waiting for the senior scientist +to let her know what he was doing. + +Five minutes later Okawa burst out laughing saying, ``I knew it. I +knew it could be done.'' + +Evans had never seen him quite like this. They had been together in +the lab for three years now, and he had never been this excited. She +knew he had been putting in some long hours the past few days, for +that matter so had she. She just hoped that he hadn't chosen this +time to completely break down. + +``Are you all right, Yasu? You seem very agitated and you still look +like hell.'' + +Okawa realized that he must be making quite a scene. He pulled +himself together and said, ``Of course, I'm all right, Miriam. In +fact, I'm better than all right. I have figured out the solution to +reinforcing that starbase's structure while we make repairs. The +answer is so simple that I'm surprised we didn't see it before.'' + +He hit some keys on his computer console and a view of the shattered +starbase floated over the holoviewer. As he talked, the sections of +the base to which he was referring became highlighted in different +colors. ``What we need to do is provide some kind of an exoskeleton +to the starbase that will take the structural stresses normally +handled by the outer hulls and the support frame within the base. +We've discussed this before, but haven't figured out the answer to two +basic problems. One, we need a frame that is easily worked and can +quickly be put on, but also allows us access to the actual shell of +the starbase. This seems to indicate a high tensile strength netting, +which would then seem to indicate a material that is fairly dense. +Unfortunately, considering the surface area we would have to cover we +don't have enough free conversion mass aboard the Enterprise or the +starbase to create the required amount of netting in the mass +converters. Secondly, you need strong, stable points at which to +mount the netting. This is so the mount points can take the forces +that will be applied through the net. For the engineering section and +the stem this is not a problem. The only major damage to the base in +these areas was around the destroyed solar collector and this is only +structurally significant to the collector itself. We can mount the +net about the base of the engineering section and the base of stem, +these two areas are designed to take high stress normally. +Unfortunately, there is no location at the top of the living section +to affix the netting. Much of the living section was either destroyed +or weakened and the only section that I trust after looking at the +sensor scans is the core which runs through to the stem. That, +however, is not a large enough securing area to get the amount of +netting that we need on there.'' + +Miriam nodded her head and stared at the highlighted core ring at the +top of the living section. It had amazed her that the basic +structural cylinder of the base that ran from the top of the living +section down to the base of the engineering section had survived +without any significant damage. Especially after the way the solar +collector had been torn off. As Okawa had said, however, if the core +had not survived, they would not be worrying about how to save this +starbase right now. They would be collecting bodies. ``So, you've +reiterated the problems with the exoskeleton netting solution. I take +it you've solved them?'' she prompted. + +``Yes, I believe I have.'' Okawa fiddled with the keypad at his +console and the matter converter in their lab hummed with activity as +a lightweight netting formed in it. He walked over and picked it up. +``This is a net made out of Null-E polyfiber. The folks at Interspace +Research have been trying to find a good use for this material for +months now. Are you familiar with it?'' + +Evans thought for a bit before she responded, ``A little. As I recall +it is an electron depleted carbon organic fiber. I seem to remember +hearing about some experiments dealing with the tensile strength of +the fiber raising when a current is applied to it. But I don't recall +the results.'' + +Okawa nodded excitedly, ``The results were very encouraging. I went +to a seminar presented by the project scientists from Interspace back +at Orinawi Four. Low currents don't have much of an effect on the +strength of the fiber, but when mega-ampere currents are applied, the +fiber not only strengthens it also stiffens into whatever +configuration it happens to be. This makes it brittle, but that +should only be a problem if the fiber undergoes cross-sectional +strains. We can set up a configuration of the netting that will avoid +this.'' + +He walked over to Evans side and called up references on the +conference he had attended. While she was reading them, he went over +to the large hydraulic stress inducer in the lab. He began hooking up +the net to the opposing ends of the test apparatus. + +Evans looked up at him, ``This fiber is incredible. Has anyone done +anything practical with it?'' + +Okawa shook his head, ``Not that I'm aware of. I doubt it has been +taken out of the lab. If you read on you'll see why. After a period +of time, the fiber begins to undergo stretching. It seems that the +strengthening of the molecular bonds due to the current begins to +reduce after a period of approximately thirty days, and it's not +always the same time span. If we use it, we'll have to have the +engineering crews working around the clock to get the base in shape to +hold itself together. If we fail to get it done in time, the base +will tear itself apart.'' + +She stared at her comrade, ``That doesn't give us much time. Thirty +days would be a bare minimum I would think. But considering our mass +problem it may be the only shot we have. What about the second +problem? Where are we going to attach the fibers at the top of the +living section?'' + +Okawa looked up from his work at connecting the fiber to a high +current generator. He smiled a little as he said, ``I'm afraid I will +have to have a little chat with Lieutenant-Commander Rigeur about +that. I believe that the saucer section will provide an excellent +platform for connecting the netting.'' + + +------ + +``You want to what?'' exclaimed Assistant-Chief Engineer Rigeur. It +was bad enough that Picard had left him in charge of the relief +effort, but to have to deal with these two labbies was too much. +``You want me to dock the saucer section with a starbase that is +tearing itself apart!'' + +Beverly Crusher had joined the group in the ready room of the bridge. +She had heard Okawa's argument for the fiber and it had seemed +reasonable, although she admitted some amount of ignorance when it +came to structural mechanics. She felt some amount of trepidation in +bringing the Enterprise's saucer section that close to the starbase, +but she also felt Okawa knew what he was talking about. Especially +about these starbases. She addressed Rigeur, ``Charles, let's hear +him out. This man designed these starbases. No one knows as much +about them as he does.'' + +Rigeur was taken aback at the news that Okawa had designed the border +bases. Those bases were known to be extremely durable, despite the +current situation. He knew he had to listen. ``Okay, let's hear what +you have to say.'' + +Okawa beamed at Beverly, ``Thank you, Commander. I think that this +may be our only solution. As I have told you, the structural +exoskeleton must have a strong anchoring point or else it will gain us +nothing as far as reinforcing the hull. The strongest point on the +living section is the docking area at the core, but that just doesn't +have enough area to secure all the netting that we will need. If we +were to use the docking port at the center of the saucer underside, +the saucer would sit like a hat atop the living section. We could +then attach the netting to the lower phaser ring struts of the saucer. +This would have the advantage of giving a convenient source of power, +we could tap the phaser generators. + +``I have thoroughly analysed this, Commander. The docking coupling +has been designed to more than handle the strains it will undergo. We +can use explosive bolts on the netting supports to enable us to detach +quicker, if that would make you feel more comfortable.'' + +``Damn right, it would,'' grumbled Rigeur. He couldn't help but admit +that the scientist talked sense. Picard had told him that Okawa +should have carte blanche when it came to getting that starbase +repaired. He just wondered if his captain knew that might mean +getting the saucer section in just as bad shape as the starbase. He +considered the alternatives. He knew he couldn't let that starbase +tear itself to pieces, it went against his grain as an engineer. As +long as there was a chance he had to try it. + +``All right,'' he agreed. He saw Okawa and Evans smile broadly, and +he continued, ``As long as we are agreed that I have the decision to +blow the exploding bolts if it looks like we are in trouble. I will +listen to your arguments, but if the decision has to be made in a +hurry then I will decide in favor of saving the saucer section. Is +that clear?'' + +Okawa responded nodding, ``Fair enough, Commander. I will have the +mass conversion units begin spooling out our netting.'' He got up and +left the room. + +Evans looked after him as she stood, ``You must forgive him, +Commander. Once he gets involved in his work he becomes a very +determined man. Etiquette isn't his strong point.'' She then hurried +after her partner. + +Rigeur shook his head. ``Labbies, try and figure them. Give me a +techie any day.'' + +Crusher smiled and said, ``Let's hope this labbie's techie background +helps save that starbase without destroying us in the process.'' + +``Amen to that, Doctor. Amen to that.'' + + +CHAPTER 8 +--------- + +``It's a trick!'' stormed the Klingon Security Chief. ``The last +Romulan defection was a plot to draw the Federation into a war. There +cannot be any doubt that this, too, is a deception. They are known +for their treachery, Captain. I say ignore the message. Their +Commander could be trying to lure us into a trap to accuse us of +taking one of their senior officers captive. That could be construed +as an act of war, as we have seen before.'' + +The command officers of the Enterprise were meeting in the briefing +room off the battle bridge. Picard was trying to size up the mood of +his officers; clearly Worf was not comfortable with any arrangements +dealing with the Romulans. Then again, Klingons never did like the +word ``deal''. + +``Yes, Worf, it could be a trick,'' responded Counselor Troi, ``but I +believe that we need to act on this message as if it were real. +Commander Kareel's tension and fear at that meeting would go hand in +hand with the turmoil he must be feeling at the idea of defecting.'' + +``I don't know, Counselor,'' spoke up La Forge, ``Worf is right. They +do have a history of making truces just so they can build up a +military presence unimpeded and then they attack. Worf's homeworld is +just such an instance.'' He referred to the incident in which the +Romulans had attacked Worf's home planet and had killed his parents +when Worf was very young. He had been found by Federation relief +troops and subsequently been raised by humans. ``In addition, they +have never taken the Neutral Zone treaty seriously. They are always +making incursions into what should be a hands-off zone.'' + +``Yes, yes, this is all very true,'' Picard interrupted. ``The +Romulans do indeed have a history of deception when dealing with the +Federation, or anyone with whom they have a treaty or truce. But we +are not dealing with the Romulans here, we are dealing with one man. +A man who may have in his possession the secrets about Romulan +technology that could help end aggression between our people. A man +who the Counselor says is sincere in his fear. A man with whom I have +sat face to face and plotted strategy, which I might add is an event +without precedent. + +``The Federation has had all too few opportunities to deal face to +face with Romulans. Most would sooner kill themselves than be taken +prisoner. That meeting was practically suggested by the Romulan +commander. He ordered a subordinate who was behaving in an admirably +Romulan fashion, to shut up or be thrown in the brig. These are not +`typical Romulan actions'. If we can get this man, then our +understanding of the Romulans may be drastically altered. It is worth +the risks, people, if we can stop many people from dying in a war.'' + +He then continued, ``I am in no hurry to die. Even more, I do not +wish for this ship to be damaged or destroyed. That's one drawback of +being Captain, you start to care for your ship and her people more +than yourself. But in this instance, I feel that the good which can +be accomplished by aiding and allying with this man is greater than +the potential danger of getting destroyed. We will continue to be +cautious. We must be. After all, we are in the Neutral Zone and that +demands readiness for any danger. We will pursue our prime mission, +to find the antagonist that is destroying our starbases and outposts. +We can do this all the better with the aid of the Romulan ship. +Finally, if there is a way, we will help the commander and his +crewmembers to defect.'' + +There was silence in the room as the officers digested this, and then +Riker spoke, ``Captain, I stand with you on this. But I must ask that +while we are in tandem with the Falcon we try to find out as much +about the ship that we can using active sensors. I believe we have +tapped out the information available to passives.'' + +Picard considered this, and nodded his assent. ``Agreed, Number One, +but try to make the active sensors work over short periods, we don't +want them too edgy. + +``If that is all, people, then I suggest you all get to battle +stations. The Neutral Zone is a large area of space and it's going to +take some time to search it.'' Picard then stood and left the +briefing room, knowing that he had left some of his officers with more +questions and doubts than they had coming in. If truth be known, so +did Picard. + +Picard went through the battle bridge to his ready room. As he sat at +his desk, he asked to have his console patched through to the Romulan +commander. While he waited for the connection to be established, he +pondered the situation he and his ship were in. Never had a Romulan +ship and a Federation ship coordinated a joint venture, certainly not +in the Neutral Zone. Neither government officially tolerated the +other's presence in the no-man's land of the Zone. Under ordinary +circumstances, he knew that the Romulan ship would have fired upon the +Enterprise as it had the vessel that they had been pursuing. That +lent some credence to Kareel's story. In fact, that was the factor +which had tipped the scales in Picard's mind. Yet that act, or lack +thereof, by the Romulan commander must be causing some serious +problems aboard his ship. He hoped Kareel appreciated just how +precarious his situation was. + +Picard was interrupted from his musings by the indication that a +connection had been made with the Romulan ship. He turned the console +on his desk to face him as Kareel's face came up on his viewer. +``Commander, I am pleased to inform you that my officers and myself +have come upon a consensus opinion to join you and your vessel in a +search of the Neutral Zone for our mutual adversary.'' + +``Very well, Captain. It is good that I do not have to undergo such +formalities as the results might not have been so favorable. I +believe that we should begin our search as soon as possible. Do you +concur?'' + +``Certainly, Commander. I have my crew setting up the sensor arrays +as per our plan as we speak. I have taken the liberty to do some +further calculations. If we can increase the power to our sensor +arrays by ten percent over what we discussed, we can cover the entire +Neutral Zone in about twenty days, instead of the thirty we calculated +originally.'' + +Kareel shook his head wryly, ``I am afraid, Captain, that we cannot +comply with that suggestion, good as it may be. Our sensor arrays +will not support more load than we agreed upon earlier. That is why I +suggested those figures earlier.'' + +``Ah. Well then, I guess we will go with the original plan. The +results of just one ship increasing its sensor range would be more +detrimental than beneficial, due to the Kriesling effect.'' Picard +nodded as he made a mental note to indicate in his log about this +deficiency in the Romulan sensors. Kareel had already given a +valuable piece of information. ``Let us begin our first search pass +in three minutes. My conn will send you heading coordinates +shortly.'' + +``Very well, Captain, we shall await them. Is there anything else?'' + +Picard wished that he could let him know somehow that plans were in +the making for aiding Kareel's defection, but he could think of no +covert way of telling him at this time. ``No Commander, that is all. +May this not take too very long to find our common enemy.'' + +``Agreed, Captain. Perhaps we can sit down and have a drink when this +is all over?'' + +Picard again was surprised by this uncommon Romulan. The only way to +achieve a defection, of course, would be to have him on board the +Enterprise . ``Yes, Commander Kareel, that would be most +satisfactory. But first let's get to the bottom of this. Enterprise +out.'' + +Picard then ordered the helm to lay in the course for covering the +Neutral Zone. Once this was done, he went into the bridge and walked +over to Worf and Geordi who were huddled over the sensor console. +``The Romulans cannot scan as far as we can, let's keep the distance +down to our prearranged setting. And, Mr. La Forge, enter that piece +of information in our expanding notebook on Romulan technology.'' + +``Yes, sir, Captain, I'll be glad to,'' the chief engineer replied, +grinning. + + +------ + +The course that the captains had agreed upon would take the two ships +on counter-rotating cylinders about the region which bordered +controlled space of the two governments. Both ships would remain in +constant contact via telemetry sharing sensor data, so that the +computers aboard each ship could analyze the data separately to +confirm or deny readings. The ships, however, would only meet twice +each revolution. Picard and Kareel had felt that this would keep the +opportunity for mishap, or misunderstanding, to a bare minimum. As +the ships would continue to spiral through the Neutral Zone for thirty +days, the chances of the old hatreds rising in the crews of the ships +would become greater and greater. Like steam in a stopped up kettle, +eventually they would explode. At least this way, the officers had +hoped, it would take longer for the crews to realize that they were +actually aiding an old enemy. Events would, however, prove them +wrong. + +Picard was sitting at his desk recording into his log the events of +the last 24 hours. ``...we've been in the Neutral Zone for seventeen +days scanning for what has become an elusive adversary. The time we +spend away from the Romulan ship has given Mr. La Forge opportunity to +repair several engineering subsystems that failed after the high warp +we used chasing down the vessel which had attacked Starbase 57. He +now reports to me that we can achieve that warp and perhaps even +higher with safety. My commendations to our Chief Engineer and his +entire staff. I also commend my First Officer William Riker and +Counselor Deanna Troi. Their work in keeping morale high has helped +keep the crew's minds off of the fact that we are sitting in the +middle of what has been the most dangerous area of space that any +Federation vessel has had to patrol. + +``With regard to the defection of Commander Kareel from the Romulan +vessel, precious little has been decided. My officers and I have +agreed that we will most likely have to `play it by ear' and allow +Kareel to let us know how to get him free. We have not broadcast to +Starfleet this development for fear that the Romulans may have broken +our security encriptions. + +``I must also add that my concerns for the rest of my ship, which is +still at Starbase 57, have been rising as we search farther and +farther afield. As per standard procedures near a potentially hostile +force, we have not been in contact with the saucer section since we +left it. Nor have they been in contact with us. I can only assume +that repairs are going well at the starbase and that the crewmembers +who remained there are still doing well.'' With that Picard halted +the recording of the log. + +He stared at his console viewscreen that showed a graphic of the space +already covered by the starships. He stared, but did not see. Rather +he envisioned the faces of those crewmembers who he hoped had not met +with trouble at the starbase. He thought of his old friend and +confidant, Beverly Crusher. For many years he had known her and her +husband; he had introduced them and he had been the captain of the +ship on which her husband had met his death. He had promised to Jack +Crusher on his deathbed that he would watch over her and their son. +They had remained close friends and recently they had been getting +closer. Picard worried about getting much closer, as he was concerned +about what Beverly's son Wesley would think. More so, he was +concerned with what that do to the image of Jack Crusher in his own +mind. Was that being true to that friendship that he had shared with +the man? + +Picard's thoughts were interrupted by an urgent call from the bridge, +which caused him to jump up and cross the distance to the adjoining +door in what seemed milliseconds. + +Riker was calling for the image the sensors were picking up to be +placed on the main viewer. ``Captain, we have picked up on the limit +of long range sensors what appear to be two or more ships running in +tandem. Their energy signature is difficult to read, but it doesn't +look Romulan and it doesn't look like any Federation ship I have +seen.'' + +``Have you signalled the Falcon for confirmation on this reading, +Number One?'' queried Picard. + +``Yes, sir. I had Lieutenant Worf inform them just after summoning +you. We have yet to receive confirmation. It is my guess that these +ships are out of their current sensor range, if what they have told us +is true. Perhaps their interpretation of our readings will shield +some light on this.'' + +Worf spoke up from the communications console, ``Message coming in +from the Falcon , sir.'' + +``Very well, Lieutenant, on the main viewer please.'' + +Kareel's now familiar face filled the viewscreen of the battle bridge, +``Captain, my congratulations on your sensor technology. I am not +sure our sensors would have deciphered that reading as vessels. +According to our analysis of your data, it appears to be three ships +traveling in tandem at warp 5. Their energy signature matches no +known ships, except those that attacked our main starbase along the +Neutral Zone. I have had my navigator plot a course which will cause +us to intercept those vessels in 1.5 of your hours.'' + +``You confirm our analysis, Commander. Very well, we shall plot our +own intercept course to arrive there just ahead of yourselves. Might +I suggest that you come in cloaked to add an element of surprise? If +they think that we are just one ship, it may cause them to make a +mistake.'' Picard indicated for the helmsman to begin plotting the +course. ``And, Commander,'' Picard continued, ``I would like to have +one of those ships intact. The information we could glean might lead +us to where they are based.'' + +``Agreed, Captain. Although taking prisoners is not the Romulan way, +we will bow to your expertise in surrendering,'' Kareel added not +without some bite. ``We will allow you to handle that end of things. +Just make sure that whatever ship you want to keep intact is out of +our way, as I intend to wipe out the others.'' + +Picard pressed his lips together grimly. ``Thank you, Commander. We +shall meet you in exactly, one hour twenty-six minutes. Enterprise +out.'' Picard then sat in the command chair and addressed the helm, +``Lieutenant, lay in the course to intercept those ships. I want to +be there in one hour and twenty minutes. Mr. Worf, take the ship to +condition red, I want everyone to be ready for this.'' With that the +alert klaxons sounded and Picard motioned for helm to engage the +course and vectors. + + +------ + +As the Enterprise neared the rendezvous point, the sensors confirmed +the Romulan assessment that there were three ships waiting. It was +also evident that the Enterprise was not going to take them by +surprise. The targeted ships had increased speed as the Enterprise +approached the two-thirds point of their approach. They had not, +however, increased their speed to what had been evidenced on the +earlier chase across the Neutral Zone. Picard had ordered the +appropriate changes in the intercept course and there would be no +delay in the meeting time. + +Picard and his first officer sat discussing the tactics of the +upcoming confrontation as they approached the five minute mark of +their impending battle. ``Will, we are going to need to separate one +of those ships from the other two without causing it damage that will +destroy it. Any ideas that might help us meet this goal?'' + +Riker had been thinking over this issue and believed that he had a +solution, though one that would put the Enterprise itself into +jeopardy. The idea which he outlined to Picard involved bringing the +Enterprise into the middle of the alien ship's formation. They would +then attempt to force the ship of choice out of the formation by +nudging it away with the deflector shields and the tractor beam. The +problem, besides potentially having the two ships touch at warp seven, +was once the shields of the two ships interposed, energy would be +drained from the shields that were facing the final two enemy vessels. +One solution would be to have the other ships busy with fighting off +the Romulans, if the Falcon arrived in time. If it did not, then the +Enterprise would have to use the trickier recourse of fighting on both +fronts. Using the tractor beam on the vessel of choice and the +phasers on the other two. Another problem, of course, was that the +vessel of choice would not be a willing participant in this. Thus, +the Enterprise would find itself a prime stationary target to it. + +Picard nodded in agreement, ``A dangerous plan, but the only viable +alternative open to us, Number One. Make it so, and, Mr. Worf,'' he +said turning to his Chief of Security, ``Don't get carried away and +shoot at all three ships unless you get an order to.'' + +``I, sir?'' the Klingon asked sardonically, ``I would not consider +firing without prior orders.'' + +``Yes, Lieutenant, I know,'' Picard replied dryly. ``Mr. Riker, take +us in there. Let's see if our little plan works.'' Picard turned +back to the main viewer as Riker stood up and walked to a position +behind Data at the ops console. + +``All right, Mr. Data, shields to full intensity. Helm, transfer +control to Mr. Data's console. Data, plot and lay in a course that +will put us within that triangular formation and which will shield the +ship on the left apex from the others. I want our shields to block +him off from them.'' Riker watched as Data worked with mechanical +precision at the controls of the Federation flagship. + +``I have the course plotted, sir. However, if they should change +their formation radically during our final maneuvering, we may find +ourselves in a rather vulnerable position, sir.'' Data replied. + +``Understood, Mr. Data, we know the risks. Engage the course. Mr. +Worf, lock phasers on the ships at the top apex and the right apex of +the triangle. I want to keep them busy until the Romulans get here. +I also want as early a warning as possible on the arrival of our +Romulan allies.'' + +``Aye, sir. It will give us a good opportunity to test our new +theories on the Falcon's cloaking device.'' + +``Very well, Lieutenant.'' Riker then leaned closer to the ops +console as the ship came within firing range of the alien ships. The +visual scanners showed the now familiar Y-configuration of the ships +and the peculiar glowing of the energy pods near their engine +housings. Worf warned of an energy buildup in the lead ship's weapons +section just before an intense energy beam lanced up to the underside +of the Enterprise . + +``The shields absorbed the energy from that attack, sir. No damage +reported.'' Worf reported from his console. + +``Good. Mr. Data, prepare to get us into that position. Mr. Worf, +fire at will at the ships you are locked onto.'' + +``Acknowledged, Commander. Firing first salvo.'' With that twin +beams of phaser fire leapt from the bow of the Enterprise toward the +forward vessel. A split second later another salvo followed aimed at +the second ship. ``Sensors report phaser deflection, sir. The three +vessels are building up energy for a combined assault.'' + +The bridge crew braced themselves as simultaneous weapons fire erupted +from the three ships. The deflector shields glowed violently as they +attempted to absorb the combined energy. They were only partially +successful as the attenuated beams reached the Enterprise , causing +surface damage to the outer hull. + +``Mr. Worf, once we are in position, I want the tractor beam on the +third vessel,'' Picard ordered. ``We are going to need their shields +down. Have you pinpointed the shield generators yet?'' + +``I believe so, sir. It is difficult to make positive identification +due to the large energy signature of their engines. Those ships are +almost all power plant.'' + +``Understood, Lieutenant,'' replied Riker. ``On my command I want +enough phaser power applied to that ship to drop those shields. +Meanwhile, Mr. La Forge, will you make sure that our own shields will +prevent a hit like the previous one?'' + +Geordi's voice responded from engineering, ``Yes, Commander. Will +try. That last attack caught us a little off guard. The energy +compensators were not fully restored after the previous blast. We're +ready for them now.'' + +Picard spoke up, ``Mr. La Forge, I have no desire to leave pieces of +the Enterprise in the Neutral Zone. Let's keep on top of things down +there.'' + +``Will comply, Captain.'' + +Riker sat in his chair next to Picard. ``Mr. Data, on my command get +us into position as quickly as you can. Mr. Worf, let me know when +the weapons of those ships begin charging again. When I give the +order I want you to fire three photon torpedoes with a proximity +detonation and maximum dispersal at those ships.'' + +A few seconds passed and Worf warned of the impending attack. ``Fire +those torpedoes, Mr. Worf.'' At Riker's order, the three torpedoes +launched from the forward tubes beneath the pod where the saucer +section normally resided. When they got near the three alien ships +they detonated forming a large energy cloud that momentarily obscured +their sensor readings. + +``Get us into position NOW, Data,'' Riker ordered. At his order, the +precise android maneuvered the Enterprise quicker than any human could +have. That speed combined with the sensor scrambling which the +torpedoes had provided caused only one of the ships to directly hit +the Enterprise on the response attack. The other two only managed +glancing blows. The deflectors were able to handle all the load this +time. Once the ship was in position, Worf continued with the battle +plan and fired at their target ship. In a matter of seconds the +shields on that vessel collapsed in a fiery blaze as the Enterprise's +phasers overloaded and destroyed its main shield generator. + +``Lock tractor beam on target, Mr. Worf. Mr. Data, once the beam is +secure, let's start slowing him down and moving him out of position. +I want the shields facing that ship to be at full power, Mr. Worf. We +can't allow him to nail us now.'' Riker began to look satisfied that +all was beginning to go their way. He was further gratified when Worf +reported a spatial gravitational disturbance that indicated the +presence of the Romulan vessel. ``I never thought I'd say I was happy +to see a Romulan warbird,'' quipped the First Officer. + +The alien ships again fired upon the Enterprise , and once again the +shields deflected all the energy from their blast away from the hull. +Immediately after the attack, the Falcon dropped its cloaking device +and began firing heavy disruptor fire on the two offending ships. The +Enterprise continued drawing their victim away from the onslaught and +began slowing them down to sublight speeds. Occasionally their prey +would fire on them, but it became obvious that the ship was spending +the majority of its energy on the engines attempting to escape from +the Enterprise . The tractor beam continued to hold fast the captive. + +The Romulan ship began wearing down its adversaries with rapid fire +from their disruptors and occasional highly charged photon torpedoes. +Finally, they broke through the shielding of one of the ships. Within +seconds of this event, the Falcon fired from its secondary disruptor +array which up to that time had lain dormant. This attack proved to +be too much for the defenseless vessel which was destroyed in the +fire. The remaining ship attempted to escape, but this laid open its +shield generator to the full brunt of the Romulan attack. The +Romulans quickly broke through the shields of the fleeing ship and +then destroyed it. + +Picard and his crew noted the ongoing battle with grim satisfaction, +but had to quickly return their attention to their own adversary. + +Data warned from the operations console, ``There is an energy buildup +in the main core of the ship we are towing that may be indicative of +an impending explosion. They may be overtaxing their engines in their +attempt to escape, or they could be attempting to self-destruct in +order to destroy the Enterprise . + +``Mr. Worf,'' Picard said turning to the tactical station, ``Can you +destroy their engine pods without wiping out the rest of that ship?'' + +``Perhaps, sir, but it will be a very delicate operation. Similar to +a heart transplant with a bludgeon,'' Worf replied with irony heavy in +his voice. + +``We don't have a great deal of choice, do we? Fire when ready, Mr. +Worf.'' + +Worf quickly made the targeting settings at his console. When he was +ready he fired four simultaneous phaser shots at the struts holding +the engine pods to the main body of the alien vessel. His intent was +to sever the connection there and get the pods free of the ship. He +could then destroy the pods with full phaser blasts. The chances of +success were small, because any miscalculation could cause the +captured ship to tear apart if the structural stresses became too +great. He was partially successful, as the left pod came free of the +main body without incident. The right pod came only partly free as +the aft strut did not give entirely. Before he could fire a second +burst to free it, the pod tore away taking a third of the hind section +of the ship with it. Worf swore and took his anger out by launching +full energy phaser blasts at the free engine pods, completely +obliterating them. + +``The danger has been averted, Captain,'' Data indicated from his +console, ``but there currently are no energy readings from the ship at +all. I might add, that there were no discernable life sign readings +aboard the ship either before or after the attack.'' + +``Excellent job, Mr. Worf. Number One, you are to be commended for +the way the operation was carried out.'' Picard then asked Data, +``There were no life signs aboard that ship? What about the others? +Were you able to scan them before the Romulans destroyed them?'' + +``Yes, sir, I was. Our sensors indicated no life sign readings on any +of the ships we just encountered. They may, as we hypothesized +earlier, be blocking our sensors from reading life signs. Or there is +another explanation. The ship could either be unmanned, or manned by +something which does not register as life on our sensors.'' + +``Yes, agreed.'' Picard nodded and continued, ``Data, can you give me +an estimate on how long our prisoner will last until it breaks up +entirely?'' + +``The ship is fairly stable currently, Captain. But I would say that +it is only a matter of minutes before the stresses which it underwent +as the engines were being removed will begin to tear it apart.'' + +``Very well. Number One, I would like you to lead an away team to the +bridge of that vessel. You will have no longer than ten minutes +aboard that ship so make them count. Find out all you can about where +it came from and who it belongs to.'' + +``Aye, sir. May I take Worf and Data, along with Mr. La Forge? Their +insight could prove valuable.'' Riker asked as he began heading +toward the turbo lift entrance. + +``You can take Data and Geordi, but I would like Lieutenant Worf to +remain. We are still in the Neutral Zone with an armed Romulan vessel +nearby. We may need some quick hands at the weapons console.'' +Picard gestured for Data to join Riker, and motioned for Worf to move +from the security console to Data's operations and control console. +``Meanwhile, I will notify the Falcon of what we are doing. Be +careful over there, Will. There's no telling what may be waiting.'' + +With that Riker and Data disappeared into the turbolift, leaving a +slightly puzzled Picard. Puzzled at wondering just what they were +fighting against. A new life form? Or something more mundane and +sinister? + + +CHAPTER 9 +--------- + +When the away team materialized on the captured vessel, Riker was glad +that they were wearing the protective life-belts that provided both a +force field about each member as well as an atmosphere to breath. It +was immediately evident that the ship had begun to tear itself apart. +Several structural supports had fallen from the ceiling in the small +bridge, making movement difficult. + +Riker motioned for La Forge and Data to spread out and find what they +could. The bridge area, or at least what the sensors had told them +was most likely the bridge, was a small area with many consoles lining +the walls. There were, however, no chairs for crewmembers. In fact, +there were no crewmembers. Apparently the ship was either remotely +controlled or controlled by an internal computer. If the latter, then +this was a most impressive achievement. Ever since the M5 incident 75 +years ago, the Federation had stayed clear of self-controlled +warships. In the interim, none had been seen from any other source +either. + +``Captain, it looks like this ship was completely without crew. The +bridge is not set up for any lifeform to control it. Although, +judging from the setup of equipment in here, whoever designed this +ship planned on humanoids to equip and repair it.'' Riker reported +over his communicator. ``I have Data and Geordi looking for clues as +to the origin of the ship, but I'm not altogether hopeful since there +is no power going to the consoles.'' + +``Find whatever you can, Number One, but do it quickly. A revised +estimate of the breakup of that ship is about five minutes. +Regardless of what happens there, I have instructed Chief O'Brien to +bring you back when that time expires or on our orders. If we see the +ship starting to go, we'll beam all of you back.'' + +``Acknowledged,'' responded Riker as he inspected his surroundings, +``from the looks of things, if the ship holds together five minutes, +we'll be lucky. Riker out.'' + +He noticed that Geordi was inspecting what looked like a display +console. Riker avoided several pieces of equipment to take a closer +look. + +``Commander, this looks like a way into whatever computer was running +this ship. If I can get some power to it, we might be able to tell +where this came from. The backup power conduits run behind the +console and they look like they are still carrying power.'' + +Riker had learned long ago that the VISOR that the Chief Engineer used +to replace his sight allowed him to see things that no one else could. +It made him invaluable on away teams and helped him out immensely as +chief engineer. ``Can you get it running in less than two minutes?'' + +``I don't know, Commander. But I'll give it my best shot.'' Geordi +began taking the front panel off the console. + +Meanwhile, Data had ventured to the bow section of the bridge and was +using his tricorder to investigate a large cylinder that seemed to be +the focal point for a large number of conduits. Riker made his way to +the android only to find him shaking his head, a peculiarly human +gesture thought Riker. + +``Any idea what this is, Data?'' + +``I believe that it is the central brain of the ship, Commander. The +other computers here handled the running of specific shipboard +systems, while this unit correlated their data and made the command +decisions. According to my tricorder, the structure of the data paths +within this unit is very similar to my own.'' + +``Are you saying that this is a positronic brain, Data?'' Riker asked +incredulously. ``I had thought that only your creator, Noonian Soongh, +had solved the problems encountered in making one.'' + +``Perhaps, Commander. I did say the structure is similar. But it is +not identical, nor is it as advanced as my own makeup.'' Coming from +anyone else this would have sounded boastful or cocky, but not from +Data who could feel no pride. ``I would estimate that this unit is +about one-third as fast as myself, and much more limited in design +function. Its whole purpose is to make the decisions in battle for +this ship. I cannot be sure that we could even get it to tell us +where its home world is, more likely it would make the decision to go +home and another computer would lay in the course and send the ship on +its way.'' + +``Similar to the command compartmentalization on our own ship. +Enlightening, Data, but it doesn't give us anything definite as to its +origin.'' + +``On the contrary, I believe that it may give us a clue. The +positronic brain is incredibly complex. However, there is more than +one way `to skin the cat'. I believe that is the correct idiom. This +unit is so like my own brain that the original design could only have +come from Soongh's laboratory. Therefore, whoever made this ship and +this positronic brain had to come from the Federation.'' + +Riker knew that Data was making sense, although he tended to go the +long way about making a point. Riker had to admit that no one knew +positronic brains as well as Data. So they had gained a precious bit +of knowledge here. + +``Commander, Data, come here. I believe I have something here.'' +Geordi called from the console. As Riker and Data approached, he held +up a small capsule. ``I believe that this may solve our problems. I +think that this is a recorded log from the system which this console +governed. If so, then we can read it aboard the Enterprise and +perhaps find out where the ship came from.'' + +``Geordi,'' Data replied, ``there are five other consoles just like +this one in this area. The log will only tell us where the ship is +from if this console was connected to the navigation computer. +Unfortunately, there is no way to tell without the power being on in +here. We will need to get the others to be sure.'' + +As Data said this, the whole ship rocked violently, throwing the three +officers into various pieces of wreckage. All three managed to stay +on their feet as they heard O'Brien's voice come over their +communicators that he was beaming them aboard. As the ship rocked +again and a terrible wailing sound echoed up from the bowels of the +stricken vessel, the tingling sensation of the transporter took hold +of them. Riker's last view of the ship was of a tear being made in +the wall opposite him and the stars of empty space shining through. + + +------ + +Captain Picard sat at the conference table massaging his temples. +What he was hearing from his officers was not making him a happy man. +The evidence that a Federation presence was somehow behind all that +was happening here in the Neutral Zone did not make sense, unless it +was an experiment that had somehow gone horribly awry. Either that or +a dark force from within the Federation that had access to some of its +closest held secrets. + +``Mr. Data, in your opinion, there is no question that the design for +the positronic brain on the alien ship came from Soongh's lab?'' +Picard repeated the question hoping to get a negative answer and clear +this all up as if it were a bad dream. + +``No, sir. There is some room for doubt, after all there were some +subtle differences in materials and neural pathways. Still, the basic +design is very similar to that of my own brain. There are many +different ways to design a positronic brain, the chance that two +completely different groups happened upon such a similar design is +very small. Thus, even if Soongh did not build this brain himself, he +must have a hand in the design.'' + +``And therefore,'' continued Riker, ``one must assume that there is +some Federation influence at work here. Either that, or someone +somehow got ahold of the plans for that brain from Soongh. Perhaps by +underhanded means.'' + +Picard nodded grimly. He then noticed that La Forge was looking +rather uncomfortably at something on his computer console. ``Well, +Mr. La Forge,'' he asked his chief engineer, ``if you have found +something please let us all in on the secret.'' + +``Well, Captain, ever since I got a close look that ship I thought it +rang a bell. Something I had seen in a journal or a text back at the +academy. I have been running some queries in the technical historical +database using a loose pattern matching scheme to see what I could +come up with. The computer has just given me an answer.'' + +Geordi then activated the main viewer in the conference room to give +everyone a view of the computer's results. ``On the top you see an +image of the unknown ships we have encountered in the Neutral Zone. +On the lower part of the screen is what was known as Starfleet Project +Nimbus. Note the great similarities in shapes of the two vessels. +The long thin body accented by the warp pods sticking out along the +tail end. The bulbous nose on both craft house the sensor arrays, and +just behind are where the weapons emplacements are housed.'' + +Picard felt himself growing even less happy at this development. +``They are remarkably similar, Commander. It looks like we are +staring at some fairly damning evidence against the Federation in the +Romulan's eyes. What more can you tell us?'' + +Geordi scanned the readout in front of him before continuing, +``According to the records, the Nimbus project was started +approximately 30 years ago and was finally scrapped 23 years ago after +it was deemed too costly to continue. + +``The mission of the project'', he read, ``was to create a series of +deep space probes that could function unmanned or manned. They were +supposed to allow quick inexpensive expeditions to uncharted space, so +that the Federation could pick and choose where they would send their +manned heavy cruisers for the more detailed and more expensive +exploratory missions. There was also a desire on the part of the +military branch to modify these ships so that they could function as +quick strike vessels with minimal loss of resources. An unmanned ship +would not be as devastating a material or personnel loss, if one +should meet a disastrous end.'' + +``Yes, I seem to recall something about that project,'' Picard mused. +``There was more to it than just cost overruns that led to the +cancellation of Nimbus.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' responded La Forge. ``The one feature about Nimbus that +made it unique, beside the unmanned capability, was that it employed a +whole new energy concentration system. They wanted to get away from +the dilithium crystal concentrators for the matter/anti-matter +reaction, and go to what was a theoretically more efficient method +using the hyperion channel. As is many times the case, however, there +is a large difference between theory and practice. The hyperion +channel proved more tricky than they had ever expected, from the looks +of these reports. After six years of trying to get it to work, they +decided to revert to the dilithium concentrators. Once they did this +the maximum speed of the Nimbus went down about thirty percent, due to +a necessarily smaller power plant. After this was taken into account, +along with a lack of success with expert systems to control the craft +in unmanned mode, the Federation council along with the support of +Starfleet, decided to scrap the project.'' + +``So, we may be looking at a successful military version of that +craft,'' rumbled Worf. + +``More successful than you may realize, Worf,'' replied the engineer. +He then stood up and went over to the main viewer, ``I have been +analyzing the sensor data of the energy signature that these ships +emit. I just asked the computer to compare that signal with known +drive systems both practical and theoretical, and it should display +the answer in a matter of seconds.'' + +Picard already had a feeling what the answer would be when it flashed +on the screen. There was little doubt according to the graphic +displayed that what they were seeing was a successful application of +the hyperion channel drive. The comparison graph, he noticed, was +from actual data. ``Mr. La Forge, that graphic implies that a +successful version of the hyperion channel drive was implemented.'' + +``Correct, Captain. Although the Nimbus project had been killed, +Starfleet persuaded the Federation council that the hyperion channel +drive could be of great benefit. The council gave some minimal +funding and, approximately two years after the Nimbus project was +scrubbed, a successful flight test of the hyperion drive, as it had +become known, was made. Good data was acquired until mysteriously the +ship was destroyed during an acceleration test. No one was killed due +to the tests being done under remote control. It was generally +assumed that the accident occurred due to an imbalance in the hyperion +channel, although not all were convinced. + +``The wrap-up on the hyperion drive experiments seems to indicate most +were convinced that, while it seemed to offer immense possibilities as +far as increased energy throughput, there were far too many +imponderables to continue with the experiment. There was a small +group which insisted that only through the use of the hyperion channel +would trans-warp ten become a reality.'' + +``It appears, Geordi, that they may have been correct.'' Picard was +staring at the facts as they lay before him. A thirty year old ship +design using an experimental powerplant that was abandoned twenty +years ago. The only place that these could have come from was within +the Federation. A positronic brain that could only have come from the +mind of one man . . . ``Mr. Data,'' Picard turned toward his android +third in command, ``judging from the design of the positronic brain in +the ship you just explored, and extrapolating from the design of your +brain, how many generations before your own do you suppose that brain +was?'' + +``It is difficult to say, sir, since I have no direct recollection of +Dr. Soongh's previous works. However, a reasonable extrapolation +would give about five generations.'' Data then guessed at Picard's +next question. ``If we assume that my creation was five years before +I was discovered, and assuming that a generation would be once every +two to three years, that would put the date range of that brain's +design at 22 to 27 years ago.'' + +``I believe that we are starting to see a trend here.'' Picard shook +his head sadly. Hoping to see the situation from a different angle, +he turned to his chief of security. ``Mr. Worf, have you had time to +analyze the attack strategy of our friends out there?'' + +Worf raised an eyebrow quizzically, ``Friends, Captain?'' + +``A figure of speech, Mr. Worf.'' + +``A peculiar human oddity calling adversaries `friends','' rumbled +Worf. ``I have had the opportunity, while the away team was +investigating the wreckage, to interpret the attacks which have been +made on us since entering the Neutral Zone.'' Worf pressed a few +buttons on the console in front of him and an exterior view of the +Enterprise appeared on the viewer, as he continued pinpoints in red +appeared on the image. ``The red pinpoints are where the attacks +seemed to be centered on the ship. There always seems to be the same +order to the attacks. The first targets are at the base of the saucer +connector, then an attack is made at the midsection of the underside +of the battle section. Finally, attacks are made at both the +matter/antimatter nacelles and the fore portion of the topside of the +battle section.'' + +Riker then spoke, ``That doesn't make sense. None of those targets, +aside from the matter/antimatter nacelles are particularly sensitive. +If the target is reached, we would only be inconvenienced, not +incapacitated.'' + +``No, Will, that's not it at all. Is it, Mr. Worf? You've seen what +the pattern is, haven't you?'' Picard calmly inquired. + +Worf nodded crisply, ``Yes, Captain. If, instead of having the +Enterprise on the screen, we impose the image of a Ambassador class +vessel, the Galaxy class' predecessor, we get an entirely different +picture.'' As he spoke a smaller, but very similar ship took the +Enterprise's place on the viewscreen. ``Notice that now, the impact +points rest right where the shield generators are located on the +surface of the ship. The attack points are designed to penetrate the +shields and then destroy the generators so that the ship can then be +torn apart by their weapons.'' + +Troi then nodded her understanding, ``Much in the same way that they +have destroyed the Starbases along the Neutral Zone.'' + +``Yes, Counselor,'' Worf replied. ``Also note how this fits into the +time scale we have been considering. Twenty years ago, the Nebula +class starships were the flagships of the fleet. For those twenty +years, they reigned as the protectors of the border fringe against the +Ferengi, the Romulans, and the Klingons.'' + +``And during those twenty years, their weaknesses also became well +known,'' continued Riker. ``You have to admit it does all seem to +indicate that we are dealing with something that seems to have stepped +out of time.'' + +``Out of time and right onto our doorstep, Number One. The problem +now remains that even though we have an idea of where all this may +have come from, we still don't know who is behind all of it.'' + +``Sir,'' Worf looked up from his console on the conference table, +``Commander Kareel of the Falcon wishes to know our findings.'' + +Picard puffed out his cheeks and slowly blew out. ``Now comes the +hard part, seeing the Romulan reaction to all this Federation +technology. Well, let's not let on to more than we have to, shall we? +Mr. Worf, please put our ally on the viewscreen.'' At his command, +the viewscreen images changed yet again to the visage of Kareel. +``Commander, I understand you wish to know the findings of our away +team aboard the alien vessel.'' + +``That is correct, Captain. My people have been most anxious that you +might be withholding information from us. It has taken much to +dissuade these anxieties. I trust you have some news for us?'' + +Picard realized that Kareel was indicating that he was in trouble. +``He may be stretching his influence to the limit over there,'' Picard +thought. ``Let's hope he can hang on for a while longer.'' + +``Yes, Commander, I believe that we may have some revealing +information. But first, I would like to know if you have ever seen +anything like this?'' Picard held up to the viewscreen one of the +data cylinders recovered from the alien ship. + +Kareel's eyes widened as he studied the image of cylinder. He asked +Picard to turn it around as he studied it, and then he raised his +eyebrow in a very Vulcan gesture. ``Yes, Captain, I believe I have. +If I am not mistaken, that is a data collection cylinder for a +navigation and tracking computer. They have not been used for years, +but in their day they were the most dense data storage we had.'' + +It was Picard's turn to look surprised, along with all his officers +clustered about the conference table. ``Commander, am I to understand +that this is a Romulan device?'' + +``Of course, Picard. That little cylinder in your hand contains +approximately 100 gigabytes of computer data. It hasn't been used for +about 15 years, since we have come up with more advanced molecular +methods for data storage. If you found that on board the enemy +vessel, then I fear that there is some Romulan influence involved. I +then find myself in a deeply embarrassing situation.'' + +``Commander, we shall deal with embarrassments later. There are +always enough of those to go around,'' Picard said expansively. ``Can +you read what is on this cylinder and others like it?'' + +``No, Captain. We don't currently have the equipment to do it. +However, my chief engineer probably can make up the specifications for +a reader. I believe your synthesization methods are more advanced +than ours. Shall I have my man send yours the plans in about an +hour?'' + +Picard nodded, ``An hour would be just fine, commander. With luck, +the information on that cylinder will tell us exactly where we need to +go to get to the bottom of all this.'' + +``Yes, Captain. That would be most welcome. I shall be talking with +you later. Kareel out.'' With that the viewscreen went blank. + +Riker leaned toward Picard across the corner of the table, ``More and +more questions, Captain?'' + +``Yes, Number One. Let us hope that all these questions lead us to +some answers soon.'' + + + +------ + +Once La Forge had a chance to talk with the Romulan chief engineer, +Kafarth, it was a relatively simple matter to modify one of the +Enterprise's data entry consoles to accept the Romulan data cylinder, +or K'un'tung as they called it. + +For the most part, the data retrieved was useless. Mostly routine +internal data collection from systems monitors. Although it did give +a good idea how long the ship had been in space, the data did not +indicate of where the ship had started its journey or how often it had +changed direction. + +After several hours of pouring over the data, Geordi was beginning to +become frustrated enough to believe that quite possibly they had not +found the correct computer aboard the alien ship to give them the +information they needed. He then came across data that seemed to come +from the navigation computer. It seemed to have data on star +locations during the vessel's journey. Geordi called Data in to +confer on the data and then they went to Picard on the bridge. + +``Captain, I believe that we have found the location of the marauder's +homeworld.'' La Forge began. ``Of course, it was on the tenth level +of the cylinder I looked at, but this data seems to have been relayed +from the ship's navigation computer.'' + +``We have cross referenced the star referents with our star charts for +this area and have decided upon a five cubic light-year segment of +space where it must have originated,'' continued Data. ``The only +difficulty is that there are no known stars or planets in that area. +Truly that whole segment is a black box as far as the Federation and +the Romulans are concerned. Neither side has explored that region of +the Neutral Zone.'' + +``The Zone was created about the time the two sides were beginning to +explore that area, and neither side felt it was worth it to incite war +with the other over potentially useless space,'' finished Geordi. + +``Very good, gentlemen. Very good. Mr. Data, set a course for that +`black box' as you call it. Mr. Worf, open a channel to the Romulan +vessel.'' + +``Opening a channel now, sir. Hailing the Falcon .'' Worf paused as +he looked at the sensors, ``Sir! The Falcon has just raised her +shields and is charging her forward disruptor array.'' + +``Shields up, Mr. Worf. Sound red alert. Everyone to battle +stations. Number One, it looks like the game is up. Mr. Worf, hail +the Falcon again and demand an explanation.'' + +`` Falcon responding, sir,'' Worf reported from the tactical station. +``Putting it on the screen.'' + +An image of the Romulan commander's wife, T'fara, appeared on the +viewscreen. As it did, she spoke, ``Federation vessel, this is the +Falcon . I wish to report to you that Commander Kareel has been +charged with duplicity and treason to the Romulan Empire. He has been +imprisoned and I am now in charge. As commanding officer of the +Romulan war-bird Falcon , I charge you Captain Picard and your ship +the Enterprise of entering the Neutral Zone with intent to destroy a +secret Romulan project. You are ordered to surrender your ship or +face certain destruction.'' + +``Sub-commander T'fara, your husband was guilty of no treason nor +duplicity. He gave aid in finding the solution to a mutual problem +between Romulans and the Federation. You are stretching in trying to +claim those ships to be a Romulan project, when I know for a fact that +is quite impossible. I will not surrender my ship, and I will get to +the bottom of this matter, with your help or not.'' + +``Then you face the consequences, Captain.'' With that T'fara's image +was replaced by the sensor view of the Falcon discharging its +disruptor arrays at the Enterprise just before it disappeared behind +its cloaking device. + + +CHAPTER 10 +---------- + +Lieutenant-Commander Charles Kiley Rigeur was not a happy man. Ten +days had passed since the Enterprise saucer section had docked with +the wrecked Starbase 57 and for ten days the sounds of tortured metal +had echoed through the hull of the saucer. It was starting to get not +only on his nerves, but also beginning to reduce the crew's morale. +Now, to top it all off, the damn labbie scientist Okawa was telling +him that the saucer section's impulse power units would not be able to +provide sufficient power to the polyfiber which now covered the +starbase. ``What I wouldn't give to be facing three or four Romulan +Birds of Prey right now, instead of these incessant problems,'' he +thought. + +Okawa was finishing a long diatribe about why he needed more power to +be supplied to the polyfiber exoskeleton. ``Basically, Commander, my +original calculations on how much power needs to be supplied to all +that fiber were in error. There is a non-linear resistance term in +the power equation that is insignificant as long as you are dealing +with small fiber distances. As the distance increases, however, the +non-linear term dominates the equation. As I have done more tests in +the lab, it has become evident that with all those miles of fiber out +there we will need about half again as much power for the netting to +be an effective exoskeleton.'' + +As if to provide a counterpoint to Okawa's argument, the hull +resounded with a howling screech as parts of the starbase shell ground +against one another in ways they were never designed to do. It caused +Rigeur to grind his teeth as shivers ran down his spine. Would this +little man never get to the point? + +``All right! What would you have me do, Doctor? The impulse power +unit can supply the fiber with no more power than you originally asked +for. Basic life support functions and positioning control of both the +saucer and the starbase are taking all the rest. Where do you expect +me to find the additional power?'' + +Okawa patiently waited through the commander's outburst. The Oriental +knew that what he had to say next would not be taken well by the +engineer, but there was no other way to solve the problem. ``There is +one other power source we can tap, Commander. Restart the starbase's +fusion generators. They can supply a surplus of power and we won't +have to burden the impulse power unit as much. The engineering +section of the starbase was not damaged in the attack and the +generators were working until we docked.'' + +Rigeur was about to object when Okawa held up his hand and proceeded, +``I know your reasons for shutting down the generators. Sensor +probing did show that the stem damage from losing the solar converter +was getting worse. If the cracks continued to grow down into the +engineering section, the generators could explode and not only destroy +the starbase but also the saucer section. Now that the fiber nets are +in place, however, they will take the strain off the stem and the +cracks should cease to grow. Of course, we will need the generators +on to enable this to happen.'' + +The Assistant-Chief Engineer now understood that Okawa had backed him +into this position. Now that his engineers had almost completed +wrapping the starbase in the polyfiber nets, he would be open to +criticism if he did not allow them to fulfill their purpose. +Especially, without at least trying the plan to see if it worked +first. He looked at the scientist with a renewed respect as he +realized that there was definitely more to this man than a labbie who +was isolated from all practical matters. ``All right, Okawa. I will +let you have those generators. On two conditions, however.'' + +``Name them, Commander. You are, after all, in charge here.'' + +``Sometimes I wonder, Doctor,'' replied Rigeur wryly. ``My first +condition is that I inspect those generators myself for damage before +we restart them. I will take Engineer Oslo from the starbase with me +on that inspection so I can hear his advice. Secondly, I will have +quarter-hourly sensor scans done of the stem from the moment those +generators are activated. At the first sign of uncontrollable stress +fractures spreading to the engineering section I will have the +generators shut off and the saucer section detached from the starbase. +My first responsibility is still to this ship, Doctor. Is that +understood?'' + +A somewhat subdued Okawa responded, ``Perfectly, Commander. I will +agree to your conditions. How soon can you get me those generators?'' + +Rigeur toggled the communications padd on the command chair and called +for Oslo to meet him at the docking port. He then turned to Okawa, +``Right now, Doctor. If the inspection goes well you can have the +generators as soon as the netting is complete.'' + +Okawa smiled, ``Thank you, Commander. The netting should be complete +in three hours.'' + +Rigeur stood and began heading for the turbolift, ``Then I should get +started, Doctor. I hope this plan of yours works. It would be a +shame for all this effort to have been wasted.'' + +Okawa followed him into the turbolift. ``Yes, Commander. It would be +a `shame', but the plan will not fail. I know it.'' + +The engineer nodded, he wished he could be so sure. He knew something +about stresses and strains and was still a little dubious about this +polyfiber being capable of taking the destructive forces off the +starbase shell. At any rate, it felt good to be doing some hands on +work instead of directing it all from the bridge. Even if it was only +for a few hours. + + +------ + +Beverly Crusher and her son, Wesley, were sitting in their quarters +eating dinner when the squealing stopped. It had become such a part +of every member of the ship's complement's lives that when it finally +ceased there was a noticeable lack of sound. It caused them both to +look up from the table at the walls. + +``They've done it!'' Wesley said with a mouth full of mashed +potatoes. ``They've applied power to the polyfiber netting and it's +working, Mom!'' + +His mother looked at him and shook her head slightly, ``That's +wonderful, dear, now stop talking with your mouth full. I swear, you +know quantum mechanics inside and out, but your table manners are +atrocious.'' She loved her son, but there were times she wished that +she could understand some of the things he could. Perhaps like many +mothers before her, she understood that a particularly bright child +required somewhat specialized mothering. Wesley just happened to be +brighter than most of the above normal children aboard the Enterprise +, and secretly Beverly was very proud of that fact. + +He looked at her with that look that said, `there you go treating me +like a child again', as he swallowed his food. ``Mom, now that the +netting is activated they are going to start work on the shell of the +starbase. It'll be an ideal opportunity for me to study first hand a +procedure that really has never been done on such a scale. Will you +let me go out to watch them as they do the construction?'' + +Beverly's eyes widened as her immediate impulse was to say absolutely +not. But when she saw her son's eyes pleading with her, she knew that +he had already won the battle. She would eventually give in as she +had done so many other times. Well, even if she couldn't win the +battle, she'd at least win a few concessions. ``Wesley, I know that +you feel you are ready to experience free fall from your rating in the +Vari-Gee chamber. How does Commander Rigeur feel about this? Have +you asked him?'' + +``Yes, Mom. He told me that he'd allow me to go out under his or +another senior engineer's supervision as long as you gave your +permission. He also had a few other restrictions,'' Wesley added as +he realized they could help him win his case, ``I must be tethered at +all times either to the polyfiber netting or to the supervising +engineer while I am out there. Also, I won't be allowed to do +anything more than observe the construction. As he said, `No backseat +engineering from the young ensign'.'' + +The doctor laughed at her son's imitation of the stern engineer. +``All right, Wesley. You've won. Try to stay out of trouble.'' + +``Thanks, Mom!'' Wesley got up to rush out of the room to get ready +when his mother called him back. + +``First, you must finish your meal. No going out into the vacuum of +space without first filling the vacuum of your stomach.'' He looked +like he was going to argue the point when she pointed to his chair and +said, ``Now!'' + + +------ + +Miriam Evans entered the lab she shared with Okawa while he was poring +over the latest stress probe reports. He had been waiting for her to +return from her tour of the core struts of the starbase. She had been +sent to take some measurements that the Enterprise's sensors could not +accurately make. Her numbers would provide valuable data to determine +how much time they had gained by stringing the netting. Okawa +noticed, however, that she seemed rather distant. + +``Miriam, glad to see you are back. How did the core look?'' he +asked as she handed him the tricorder she had been using. + +``Not too bad, Yasu. I saw no evidence of buckling on any of the main +struts.'' She pointed to the tricorder, ``That will show the +conclusive results, but if the bulk stress is so small that it only +shows up there, it shouldn't be a problem for weeks. By that time we +should have the shell finished.'' + +He looked at her as she wandered over to her work bench. He noticed +that she seemed somewhat tired, but wasn't everybody? What concerned +him more was the error she had made. He got up from his table and +crossed to her. ``Miriam, you know as well as I, that if there is any +buckling of the core supports the whole structure will be weakened no +matter what we do to the shell. The base will only tear itself apart +once the stabilization spin is applied. + +``It's not like you to make a mistake like that.'' He put his hand on +her shoulder, a gesture he had made many times when he talked +non-professionally. ``You must be tired putting in all these hours. +Why don't you go try to get some rest or go down to the exercise hall +and run a few miles? I bet you haven't done that for a while.'' + +She turned around and gave him a look that he had never seen from her. +One which spoke volumes of anger. ``Why don't you stay out of my +personal life, Doctor! Just because I have to work with you doesn't +mean that you have any right to dictate what I do and don't do.'' + +Okawa moved away from her in distress. They had always talked about +personal matters and it had never bothered either of them. He did not +know what had come over her. He tried telling himself it was the +pressure that they had been under the past two weeks, but he couldn't +quite bring himself to believe that it could cause such a radical +personality change. He could think of nothing to say to her as she +stormed out of the lab. + +Depressed and confused, the elderly scientist turned to the tricorder +on his bench. Something very definitely was strange here. The +initial deep sensor scans of the stem had shown that there was some +weakening of the core support struts, but now Miriam had said there +was none apparent. Ordinarily, he would put more faith in her +judgement than the results of a sensor scan, but not now. Not with +the way she was acting. It could have affected her observation +skills, whatever was bothering her. + +He sighed heavily as he sat at his workstation and began the long +process of analyzing the tricorder data. + + +------ + +The space working suit continued to fascinate Wesley. The many +pockets on the outer layer to hold the anti-torque tools and the +helmet with the tricorder readouts built in was a marvel of necessity +being the mother of invention. He reflected how difficult it must +have been for the old space pioneers of a century ago to move around +in their bulky suits. The thinness of these suits was made possible +by a portable force field that protected the occupant from cosmic +radiation and foreign particles. The force field also served to +protect the suit from rupture, although this was a minimal concern +with the new composite fiber structure of the suit. + +This was Wesley's third trip `outside' with Rigeur, and still he could +not help but gasp at the beauty of the raw cosmos as he stepped +outside the airlock on the saucer's underside. Wesley made his living +piloting the starship through those stars and saw them through the +main viewscreen of the bridge every day. But this experience compared +to that was like comparing watching a recorded play on the vidscreen +in his room to actually living a scene in the holodeck. Until +something was felt in three dimensions it would always be perceived as +two dimensional, regardless of what one knew about it intellectually. + +Rigeur brought Wesley's attention back to the matter at hand by +snapping the tether line that linked the two of them. Wesley turned +to the direction the engineer was heading. `Beneath' them stretched +the starbase covered by the translucent netting. They had exited from +an airlock that was outside the circumference of the net on the saucer +section, so they could see the lattice of the net fall away over the +bulk of the living section of the starbase. + +Rigeur grabbed one of the utility vehicles which had been docked +around the airlock. As soon as Wesley took the back seat they jetted +off along the netting toward the base's stem. The young helmsman +could see work crews gathered along the shell of the living section +and glimpsed occasional sparks of phaser welding units. The past days +had seen rapid progress as the null gravity engineers had removed the +most heavily damaged sections of the living quarters and put in +reinforcing struts linked to the core of the starbase. If Doctor +Okawa was right, they had only a matter of two or three weeks to get +the starbase into such a condition that it could support itself. That +was when the polyfiber would finally become useless. + +They rode in silence to the area where the solar collector that had +been torn away had once been. This was the area which caused Okawa +and Rigeur the most worry, and so far the work here had gone very +slowly. This was due to the fact that most of the damage here had not +been done by enemy weapons fire, but by the physical act of the +collector breaking away. The collectors were fastened directly to the +core by long high tensile strength beams. They were also fastened to +beams that ran along the length of the stem, and here was where the +problem lay. The attacking vessels had concentrated on breaking away +the panel by severing the core connectors and for the most part they +had succeeded. Thus, the core had sustained only minor damage. The +most damage was on the surface beams which had not been severed by +weapons fire. As the collector tore away from its core connectors due +to the centrifugal force of the starbase's rotation, it bent and broke +the surface beams. In many places, the shell of the stem was broken +and striations had been found on the beams all along their length. +What made matters worse was that new damage was being found near the +engineering section. Rigeur hoped that could be stopped before +getting so bad that he had to shut down the starbase's fusion +reactors. + +As Rigeur halted their vehicle, Wesley saw the senior starbase +engineer approach them. Over the past week, Oslo and Wesley had +become friendly and each had a respect of the other's knowledge and +intuition. Something which Wesley knew Rigeur did not share with him. +It sometimes took a long time for an adult to get over Wesley's age +and treat him with something approaching equality. He had gotten used +to it, sort of. + +Oslo came to a stop near them. He moved by clambering like a monkey +along the polyfiber netting that covered the damaged stem. As he +spoke, his voice came through Wesley's communicator, ``Welcome +gentlemen, I hope you can give us some kind of help here. The fiber +had slowed the growth of the striations, but they have begun radiating +again.'' + +Rigeur grunted and said, ``Are they still propagating in the same +direction as before, or has that changed since the net has been +activated?'' + +``Funny you should say that, sir,'' Oslo made as if to scratch his +head and looked annoyed that he couldn't due to the helmet. ``They +have changed direction somewhat and not all are growing. Some are +just remaining stable. You must have an idea, asking such a +question.'' + +Rigeur shook his head in negation. ``Not my idea, Oslo, the young +ensign's here,'' he pointed at Wesley and indicated for him to give +voice his idea. + +Wesley blushed slightly as he spoke up, ``Well, it's more of a theory +than anything else, sir.'' He paused as he reflected that Rigeur +might have more respect for him that he had previously thought. He +got some courage from that. + +He continued, ``I think that the netting in this area may be +improperly laid for the stresses which are occurring here. Professor +Okawa is right about the solid forces that normally occur in this +region, but with the one solar collector gone and the other still +attached the forces are dramatically altered. That, coupled with the +random ruin of the lateral support beams along the stem is causing +somewhat abnormal aberrations in the forces along in this region. +Okawa's force diagrams aren't showing it because the aberrations are +not affecting the net. It is handling the forces it was placed to +handle. The stem's shell, however, is shifting underneath the +exoskeleton in this area. This is due to the connection points being +at each end of the stem and none really in the middle.'' + +``So, the change in direction of the striations is due to the +reduction in the force that the net is handling and the subsequent +prominence of the remaining force,'' Oslo stated. + +Rigeur nodded and finished, ``Exactly. At least that's the +hypothesis.'' Rigeur twisted his face in distaste at the word. It +was a labbie word, not a techie word. This was a situation, however, +that both had to work together. ``What we need to do is fasten down a +subnet in this area, have its fibers run in the new direction of the +striations and then anchor it to the current netting. This should +stabilize the region.'' + +``Great, let's get to work,'' Oslo moved off to assemble a team to +help with the netting. + +Wesley and Rigeur moved together to the edge of the hole and the +engineer began to make tricorder readings of the forces about the +wound in the starbase. He looked up at Wesley who was watching him. +``What are you standing around for? Let's get some readings. I think +you've gold-bricked enough out here. It's time I got some useful work +out of you.'' + +Wesley grinned and saluted, ``Yes, sir. Be happy to, sir!'' They +both settled down to work about the hole. + +Hours passed as the group of engineers worked to fasten the netting. +It was not as easy a task as it had first seemed. Attaching the thin +fibers to the shell had been difficult enough when there was a rigid +stable point to connect it to. Now they were dealing with an already +brittle area that kept breaking away as the net was welded to its +surface. Once that task had been accomplished, they started to splice +it to the outer netting. This part went even more slowly than the +previous stage in order to reduce the possibility of damage to the +load bearing outer netting. + +Wesley was beginning to tire. He was not used to such an extended +period in zero gravity, but he did not want to lower himself in +Rigeur's eyes by admitting he was tired. + +A Lieutenant-Commander did not make it to his position by not knowing +the limitations of his men, and he was keeping an eye out for his +charge. As he saw Wesley slow down, he ordered him to tether himself +to the netting by the utility vehicle for some rest and to take in +some fluids from the dispenser on the vehicle. Wesley gratefully +accepted the offer. + +As he sat next to the transport vehicle, Wesley observed the activity +around him. The splicing of the netting, he saw, was actually almost +complete. Fifteen of the engineers had spent the past several hours +on it; hopefully, they could all get some rest and get back to +reinforcing this area more permanently. + +Something drew the young ensign's attention down the hole where the +solar collector had once been. He was sure that he had seen the spark +of a welder down there. Normally, that would not have been too +unusual except that Oslo had assembled all the available workers to +help with the netting. He figured that there were some pressing +repairs down near the core that needed to be worked on so that one +welder had been spared. Curiosity overcame Crusher and he untethered +himself and dove down the hole. He should be back before his absence +was noticed, he thought. + +As Wesley pulled himself along one of radial support beams toward the +center of the stem he took in the extent of the damage here. It was +strange that the radial beams had no apparent damage beyond the +breakaway point, while the cylindrical and the lateral supports had +been twisted and broken. A lot of work would have to be done here. +But he knew that the starbase was safe as long as the four core +supports remained sound. They alone were holding the starbase +together and they had shown no signs of weakness. + +As Wesley approached the welder he could begin to make out what the +person was working on. Something was very wrong here. The welder was +applying his beam to one of the junctions between a load bearing +radial beam and a core support. From the location of the phaser +contact, the welder was concentrating the arc on the core support more +than the radial beam. Any amount of welding would weaken the support +and endanger the entire base and the Enterprise's saucer section. + +Wesley yelled out and launched himself at the welder. Surprised, the +welder turned about just as Wesley impacted with him. The two tumbled +along the airtight tube that the core supports surrounded. The welder +was proving to be too strong for the already fatigued Wesley to +handle. + +He realized that he would have to find out the welder's identity and +the only way to do that was to reach the polarizing control for the +face mask of his opponent's suit. He could already feel himself +blacking out as the worker's hands tightened about his throat. With +one final burst of strength, Wesley grabbed the polarizer control and +twisted it hard to clear the face mask. + +The ensign's eyes widened in surprised recognition as he saw who the +saboteur was. It was the last thing he saw before he blacked out. + + +------ + +The sickbay doors opened and Beverly Crusher rushed in crying out, +``Wesley!'' as she saw her son on the diagnostic table. Her +assistant, Doctor Mbawa, looked up and restrained her from going to +her son. + +``Beverly, he's all right. He's still comatose, but there is no +damage to the brain that we can detect. I believe he'll be all +right,'' Mbawa cursed his lousy bedside manner not for the first time. +``He suffered some anoxia and a blow to the head, but I believe we got +to him before any permanent damage could be done. It's just a waiting +game now. + +Crusher turned from Mbawa to Rigeur, who had brought her son to the +sick bay. ``What happened to my son, Commander?'' she demanded. + +``I'm not sure, Doctor. We were working on the stem setting up a +netting to relieve some abnormal strains that are occurring down +there. I told him to take a rest. A few minutes later, I heard him +yell over my communicator. I turned and he had disappeared. By the +time we had gotten his location he was unconscious near the core of +the stem. Nearby there was a phaser welding unit which had obviously +been used to weaken one of the core supports.'' + +Rigeur paused to run his hand over his day's growth of beard, a +familiar sign of him being in thought for those who knew him. He +continued, ``Your son is a hero, Doctor Crusher. He stopped a +saboteur from destroying the starbase and possibly the saucer section. + +``If you'll forgive me, I've got to make sure that the core support +isn't damaged beyond repair. I promise you, Doctor, I will find out +who did this to your son. They will pay for this. Let me know when +he comes to, I need to talk to him.'' With that Rigeur turned and +left. + +Bev Crusher slumped in a chair next to the diagnostic table. She +looked at her son's sleeping body and put her head in her hands and +cried. + + +CHAPTER 11 +---------- + +When the Falcon wavered and then disappeared, Picard had hastily +ordered Data to take the Enterprise into evasive action. Data's +lightning reflexes allowed him to maneuver the Enterprise so that the +disruptor fire from the Romulan ship glanced harmlessly off the +starboard shields, instead of impacting the ship head on. + +``Mr. Worf, can you give me the location of the Falcon ?'' Picard +queried his tactical officer. + +``No, sir,'' replied Worf. ``Their new shielding seems to evade our +traditional methods of piercing it. Gravitational fluctuations in +this area are scrambling the signal. We had them for a only few +seconds after they disappeared. From what I could make out then, they +seemed to retreat at warp speed.'' + +``They definitely seem to have solved that little power problem, +Captain,'' commented Riker. + +``Yes, Number One, much to our detriment. Mr. Worf, stand down from +red alert. Stay at yellow alert and rotate battle stations. Maintain +defensive shielding. I do not believe, however, that they will attack +again.'' + +``You think that they will trail us to find out just what we have +discovered about our mutual enemy.'' Riker made more of a statement +than a question. + +``I believe,'' began Picard, ``that T'fara and Bkandar think that this +truly is a Romulan battle experiment set up in the Neutral Zone. We +and, I believe, Kareel know better. Neither side is yet powerful +enough to bait the other one in this manner. Not even these probes +have proven themselves to be able to handle this ship or the Falcon . +No, this is not a Romulan trick.'' + +Picard then tapped his communicator padd, ``Mr. La Forge, can you give +us more precise coordinates on the location of the homeworld of that +Nimbus probe?'' + +``No, Captain. I cannot seem to get the information narrowed down any +farther. The data we have on that section of the Neutral Zone is just +too sketchy,'' replied the chief engineer over the comlink. + +``Very well. Lieutenant Shriver,'' he addressed the helm officer, +``Please lay in a course for the estimated coordinates. If the +Romulans wish to follow us, let them. Mr. Worf, continue monitoring +the space behind us. Let's see if we can pick up our Romulan tail. +Engage Warp factor three.'' + +``Engaging, Captain. Setting to autohelm,'' called Shriver from her +console. + +``Thank you, Lieutenant. Mr. Data, I have another little job for you. +Please consult the Starfleet records for a time period of twenty to +twenty-five years ago. Look for ships which were lost, or +mysteriously destroyed during that period around the Neutral Zone or +around your homeworld, Arcturus Five. Once you have gotten that list, +try to find a correlation between members of the crews on those ships +and the Nimbus project or the Hyperion channel project. Report to +Commander Riker your results.'' + +Picard then wearily rubbed his eyes and stood up. ``Number One, I am +going to try to get an hour or so of sleep, you have the conn until I +return.'' To the rest of the bridge crew, he announced, ``I highly +suggest that you all try to get in a few hours sleep while we travel +to our destination sector. We will all need to be at the top of our +performance when we get there. You may take that as an order.'' He +then disappeared behind the door of his ready room. + + +------ + +Picard was awakened by the sound of the door chime to the ready room. +He came alert instantly, something which long years as a Starfleet +officer had deeply ingrained within him. ``Come,'' he called as he +got to his feet and straightened his tunic. + +Riker and Data walked in and something in Riker's eye drew Picard's +attention. ``Well, Mr. Data, have you found something useful?'' + +``I believe so, sir,'' began Data. ``The search was difficult at +first due to the laxness of my search parameters. `Mysterious +disappearances' is not a very well defined category in Starfleet +records. I found several hundred ships had disappeared or been +destroyed under mysterious circumstances during those years, ranging +from small pleasure craft to ships of the line. Once, however, I +restricted the search to those that might have contained personnel +that were involved with the Nimbus project, the number was +considerably reduced.'' + +Picard was well acquainted with Data's sometime annoying habit of +going the long way about of explaining his methodology, so he decided +to stop him. ``All right, Mr. Data, could you please just tell me +what you found?'' + +``Yes, sir,'' answered Data, somewhat chagrined. That is, Picard +thought, if he could be chagrined. ``There were two ships which fit +the profile. One, the Kirin , disappeared twenty-one years ago +approximately five light years from Arcturus Five. The Kirin was a +light cruiser which had been visiting Soongh's labs on that planet and +was heading for Earth when it disappeared. Its mission was to +communicate with Dr. Soongh about his artificial intelligence +projects.'' + +``This would have given them ample opportunity to gain access to the +records regarding the positronic brain. Soongh may even have given +them details to report to Starfleet,'' Riker supplied. ``The +connection to the Nimbus project is the first officer of the Kirin . +He was a lieutenant assigned to then Rear Admiral Esax, the head of +the Nimbus project.'' + +``I see.'' Picard nodded toward Data, ``and the second ship?'' + +Riker interjected before Data could respond, ``Here's where it gets +interesting, Captain.'' + +Data looked at the first officer and then his captain, ``Indeed, sir, +it does `get interesting' here. + +``The second ship is the Dooley ,'' Data presented. + +``The Dooley !'' Picard ejaculated. ``That ship is very well known to +me. It was captained by Esax for twelve years before it +disappeared.'' + +``Yes, Captain,'' agreed Data, who was incapable of showing excitement +at the find. ``The same Esax who was in charge of the Nimbus project. +He specifically requested the Dooley after the Nimbus project was +terminated. For two years they continued to patrol Federation space. +Then, almost twenty years ago, it disappeared along the Neutral Zone +border. The Federation has always maintained that the Dooley was +destroyed by a random Romulan attack across the neutral territory. +The mystery is that no evidence of the wreckage was ever discovered. + +``Finally,'' Data said as he stared at Picard, ``the Dooley +disappeared two days after the Kirin did. That is about the same time +that it would take to travel at warp 6 from Arcturus 5 to the Neutral +Zone.'' + +The air in the ready room fell silent as Picard absorbed this +information. He stood up from his desk and walked to the wall view +screen which was showing the current starfield. He stood there and +pondered it for a minute. Then he shook his head. + +``You are telling me that a man who dedicated his life for what the +Federation stood for became some kind of a traitor? Do you know what +his record was like?'' + +``Yes, sir. Shall I review it for you?'' responded Data. + +``Of course you do, I'm sorry.'' Picard pointed to the starfield, +``Gentlemen, that man was making these stars safe for you and me for +years before we were born. He was something of a hero to me. You +could scarcely grow up in the Federation and not hear of the glorious +exploits of Captain Esax and the Dooley . The man has been written up +in textbooks in the academy. His treatise on the Romulan military +organization was required reading while I was there.'' + +``It still is, Captain,'' intoned Riker softly, ``but the connection +is still unavoidably there. He was one of the small intransigent +group which believed the Nimbus project should continue. He had +staked no small portion of his reputation on that project and it had +been labeled a failure. The computer records show that Esax had heard +about Dr. Noonian Soongh's success with the positronic brain. He +submitted a proposal which outlined using the new technology to solve +the problem of independent, unmanned operation. This proposal was +rejected rather brusquely by Starfleet. No explanation was given by +the review committee aside from insufficient cause. + +``The rest is mostly conjecture. Spurned by the organization to which +he had dedicated his life, he decided to go on with the project +anyway. He got copies of the Nimbus plans, which was probably not too +difficult with his clearance. He arranged for his former subordinate +to get the designs of the positronic brain from Noonian Soongh. +Finally, he located a planet in the Neutral Zone where the Federation +would never dare search. Remember, the Dooley was on a mapping +mission of this area of space when it disappeared. That mission was +never continued on the basis of not being critical when tensions with +the Romulans decreased.'' + +``Yes. Yes. All very neat and tidy, Commander. But if it is true, +where did he get all the non-Federation technology? Why is he +destroying both Romulan and Federation outposts and ships? And where +is he getting the manufacturing capability, not to mention the weapons +beyond what Romulans and Starfleet have developed? No gentlemen, +there is more to this than just Admiral Frederick Esax wanting revenge +on the Federation.'' + +``Yes, sir,'' agreed Riker. ``Perhaps the answers will be found where +we are headed.'' + +``Perhaps, Will.'' Picard said, wearily, ``and perhaps we will finally +have more answers than questions for a change. + +``Has Mr. Worf been able to locate the Falcon yet?'' Picard continued. + +``No, sir,'' replied Riker. ``He has been searching with the advanced +neutrino spray methods which have proven successful on other Romulan +warbirds, but so far, no luck with this one.'' + +``I hope that our friend, Kareel, is working on something over +there,'' said Picard. ``It would be handy knowing that we didn't have +too many enemies in the Neutral Zone.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' said Riker, ``perhaps he has a few surprises of his +own.'' + +``Perhaps, perhaps. Mr. Data, what is our ETA?'' + +``Approximately three hours at our current speed, Captain,'' replied +Data. + +``Very well, gentlemen, you may resume your posts.'' Picard sat back +at his desk and called back Data, ``Mr. Data, were you able to analyze +the in depth technical specifications of the hyperion drive?'' + +``No sir. All files on the exact specifics of the hyperion drive are +classified to an Orion clearance or higher. You are the only person +on board who can legally look at them.'' + +``Damn and blast security clearances!'' Picard spat out, ``Sometimes +I think that the only purpose of security is to keep those who need +information from getting it.'' He sat for a moment collecting his +thoughts and then looked up at his officers. ``Sorry gentlemen, I +believe that the tension is starting to wear on all of us. It seems +that until we reach our destination, I have a little work to do +analyzing the Nimbus data.'' + +He then turned to the console on his desk as Data and Riker left the +room. + + + +------ + +``Captain's Log Supplemental. We are nearing the location which +Lieutenant-Commander La Forge has indicated was the origin of the +so-called Nimbus probe which we boarded one day ago. In an effort to +find weaknesses in the probes I have been analyzing the classified +technical specifications of the hyperion channel drive. In accordance +with Starfleet Regulation 10429.B, I have waived the clearance +restrictions pertaining to this data in order to discuss findings with +my Chief Engineer. He and I believe that we can modify some of our +photon torpedoes to emit an extremely intense burst of Wrontian +radiation which could disrupt the hyperion energy channel. The only +problem is, do we have the time to make the modifications? + +``Our arrival time is not thirty minutes away, and I do not believe +that we can afford to delay our approach. Not knowing what is +happening aboard the Falcon , I cannot assume that when we stop we +won't be attacked by them. I also must assume that whatever is +waiting for us in Sector 145.6 has already detected us and is ready. +That being the case, I have decided to give them as little time as +possible and am continuing our approach. Hopefully, Mr. La Forge can +get something together in time, but I am not hopeful.'' + +Picard sat back on the couch in his ready room and shook his head. +Too many questions were circling in his mind. The hyperion drive and +the positronic brains aboard the probes were explainable if Mr. Data's +conjectures were correct about Commodore Esax. But Esax was a great +man in history's assessment, without a blot on his record aside from a +tendency to get too enthusiastic in a specific project. But who could +blame him here? The hyperion drive was the most exciting project of +its day, and Esax had seen its potential. Could the abandoning of the +Nimbus project by Starfleet have discouraged him enough to turn on the +organization which had nurtured him? Could he have convinced the +entire crew of a starship to join him? Picard considered that this +indeed could have happened. Esax was an extremely charismatic man, as +Picard remembered from seeing lectures by him in the academy. In +fact, Picard had petitioned to be assigned to the Dooley just before +it had disappeared. Yes, he admitted, he had been very taken with +Esax as had many of his classmates. + +Esax aside, there was also the question of Romulan technology aboard +the probes. The recorder was no doubt a small sample of what was +probably a considerable contribution. The probe's main weapon was +definitely not of Federation origin. The energy signature of the +weapon indicated a Romulan disruptor. This was no evidence of +complicity, however, as the weapon also had a distinct phaser +signature. There was the added complication that this weapon could +not have caused the widespread destruction of the planetary outposts. +If either side had that technology, it would have already been a +deciding factor in the balance of power along the Neutral Zone. This +brought up the possibility of yet another interested party. ``It's +getting a little crowded here,'' mused Picard. + +The red alert klaxons broke Picard out of his reverie and he jumped +from his couch to the bridge door in one leap. As the door opened, +Riker turned and explained what was going on. + +``Captain, we have just entered sector 145.6. Long range sensors are +picking up six of the Nimbus class probes coming from a K class star +system located in the thirteenth quadrant. They seem to be on a +course to intercept in ten minutes.'' + +``Very well, Number One. Helm, plot a hyperbolic intercept course to +close with those vessels. I want to be as close to that star system +as we can be. Engage when ready.'' Picard sat at the command chair +as the bridge crew went about the job of preparing for battle. He +then called down to engineering, ``Mr. La Forge, we are minutes from +battle. I need a status report.'' + +La Forge responded over the com, ``No progress with the modified +torpedoes. I have encountered some unexpected problems creating the +right frequency for the burst, but I'm working on it. Shields are +ready and are working at 100 efficiency. The frequency timing +modifications should do the trick, if we can supply the shields with +the power that they need. Modifications made to the power shunts will +enable the shields to use whatever power we give them.'' + +``Very well, Mr. La Forge. Carry on. Estimate engagement in three +minutes.'' + +``Aye, sir, we'll be ready.'' + +Picard turned to the tactical console and his Klingon security chief. +``Mr. Worf, ready phasers and photon torpedoes for firing. Prepare to +lock on when we get within range, but fire only on my command.'' + +He then looked at Riker and and the counselor, who had just entered +the bridge and had sat next to Picard. ``I am open for some +suggestions as to how to engage these ships.'' + +To his surprise, Troi spoke first. ``There is nothing to indicate +that these ships will follow an attack pattern different from the +first ships. I am detecting no emotional flow from them, therefore no +immediate sentient ability to alter the attack. I would say that we +should assume they will use the same attack strategy and use that +against them.'' + +Riker nodded, ``Agreed, Captain. However, I believe that the strategy +will alter due to our proximity to their homeworld. If the battle is +being monitored, they will adjust the automated attack plan to +something more original. We must be ready for that.'' + +``Very well. Mr. Data, slow to impulse power. Align us for a frontal +attack. Mr. Worf, full shields up. Ready phasers to attack the +probes as they split to come along side. Assume that they will take +the same positions as on the previous attacks. The profile we are +presenting will give you the longest period to lock on and fire. +Shoot at the main engineering compartment between the engine +nacelles.'' + +``Aye, sir. Shields are up and phasers are ready to lock on. +Estimate probes to be in range in ten seconds,'' Worf replied. + +Picard punched the time information into the command chair padd and +contemplated it when Worf indicated that the probes were now within +range. ``Very well, Mr. Worf. Lock phasers on first two targets and +prepare to fire on my mark.'' He continued to stare at the padd as +the seconds ticked by and the first probes began firing upon the +Enterprise's midsection, identically to the previous engagement. +``Fire phasers, now.'' + +Bright beams of energy emitted from the main phaser array atop the +saucer connection pod, spearing the shields of the two probes. Within +seconds the shields had collapsed and the two ships were reduced to +floating debris as their engines exploded more from their own suddenly +released energy than that of the Enterprise phasers. + +Those seconds, however, had been enough time for the second pair of +ships to take up position aft of the Enterprise 's nacelles. As they +began firing, the Enterprise rocked slightly as the initial burst of +energy leaked through the shields before they could adjust to the new +frequency. Now the phaser banks located along the leading edges of +the nacelles came to life and fired upon the probes. As with the +first probes, these were soon destroyed under the intense energy of +the Enterprise's weapons. + +As soon as these ships were destroyed, the final pair broke off their +approach and retreated toward their home planet at high warp speed. +Picard ordered pursuit and soon the Enterprise was close enough to +dispatch these ships in a similar manner to their predecessors. The +Enterprise then continued the approach to the star system. + +As the starship came closer to the probes' homeworld, Worf announced +that sensors were picking up a fleet of ships around that planet, and +one larger vessel. + +``Any identification on that vessel, Mr. Worf?'' Riker asked tensely. + +``No, sir. We are still too far away for definite identification. +Parts of the attendant fleet are breaking away, though. We have ten +ships heading our way. Twenty others are remaining close to the +planet.'' + +``Well, we can't assume that the attack strategy will be the same this +time. They will probably have learned their lesson.'' Picard then +ordered Data to get the Enterprise in orbit around the fourth planet +of the star system, a gas giant with a large ring system which rivaled +Saturn's. ``If they are going to change their attack strategy, I want +to give them as few options as possible.'' + +Riker nodded and said for Troi's benefit, ``The planet and the ring +system will give us some protection from attack from those directions. +They will also give us a slight advantage in sensors, if they are +using twenty year old technology.'' + +``Exactly, Number One. Let us hope that their sensors are as limited +as I think.'' + +Data directed the Enterprise into an orbit which lay in one of the +gaps between the planetary rings. Soon the probes began to follow the +starship, but they maintained a distance just out of range of the +Enterprise's phasers. They then approached en masse at high speed and +fired simultaneously upon the warp engine nacelles of the Enterprise . +The probes continued to move toward and away from the Enterprise in a +highly coordinated and synchronized maneuver that kept them safe from +the starship's phasers. The shields flared ominously as they +attempted to compensate for the wide frequency ranges of energy that +they were forced to deal with. Although La Forge's newest creation +worked, there just wasn't enough power to stop all of the energy from +getting through. + +``I cannot hit them!'' Worf expressed with frustration, ``They are +moving so fast that it is impossible to maintain a phaser lock.'' + +The ship then rocked violently as a particularly strong burst of +energy passed through the shields. La Forge's voice called through to +the bridge, ``Captain, I am losing the warp drive. They have targeted +the nacelles and the shields cannot stop all the power they are +throwing at us. I think I can deflect all the energy if I feed the +shields more power.'' + +Picard's mouth drew tight with a frustration that surpassed his +security chief's. ``Geordi, shut down the warp drive. Redirect all +power from the matter-antimatter reactor to the shields. Will this +provide enough power to stop them from damaging us?'' + +``Unknown at present, Captain. But that won't be the case for long. +I am redirecting now.'' Seconds later the Enterprise was rocked again +by the combined energy blast of the ten ships which darted about their +target. + +Riker then reported from his station that the hull had been breached +about the starboard warp nacelle. ``Obviously, this is not enough +power to the shields,'' he concluded wryly. + +Picard raised his eyebrow in Riker's direction, ``Save your wit for +later, Number One. Mr. La Forge, can you estimate power needed to +keep the Enterprise from further damage?'' + +``I'm trying, sir. Their energy seems to fluctuate with the frequency +that they use. In the combined attack, frequencies, and therefore +power, are hard to tie down. My estimate is that if we apply +everything we have to the shields, they will hold off the attacks. +And by everything, I mean weapons, unnecessary life support, the +works, Captain.'' + +``Understood, Mr. La Forge. Make it so. Mr. Worf, charge up all +photon torpedoes in the tubes to maximum and all the phaser arrays to +what they can hold, we'll have one shot with them, so let's not waste +it. Helm, get us to a stable orbit, we won't have power to change it +once we put the power to the shields.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' came the response from various sources. Once all his +officers had indicated their readiness, Picard addressed the crew. +``This is the Captain speaking. As you know we are currently involved +in a battle where our only recourse is to set up a good defense in +order to give us time to effect repairs to the warp drive. In order +to do this I have ordered all unnecessary life support systems to be +shut down. This means all Class Three deck areas will be completely +shut off and that all other decks will go to minimal lighting and no +artificial gravity. All hands whose battle stations are in Class +Three areas should report to group areas A and B and ready themselves +for zero gravity. All hands should take preventative space sickness +medications immediately. Zero gravity will go into effect in two +minutes, repeat zero gravity will go into effect in two minutes. +Captain out.'' + +With that he pressed the key sequence on his command chair padd +sounding the alert klaxons. Seconds later the distinctive triple +klaxon indicating impending null gravity sounded on all decks of the +ship. + + +CHAPTER 12 +---------- + +The Enterprise lay dead amid the floating detritus of the ringed +planet. All exterior lights were dimmed and the characteristic blue +of the warp drive was now a dull grey as all power was rerouted to the +shields. An alert viewer would notice a faint glow about the ship +caused by those shields as myriads of small particles were annihilated +or deflected continuously. + +When their continued attack had proven itself ineffective against the +increased shield strength of the Enterprise , the ten probes moved +away from the ship, awaiting reinforcements which were now en-route +from their homeworld. + +As Picard stared at the circling probes, he was reminded of vultures +waiting to pounce on a dying prey. In this case, however, hawks would +be a more accurate analogy. That is, unless he could do something to +even the odds. Yes, perhaps the rabbit might just give the hawks a +bad case of indigestion. + +Picard turned to Worf and Riker who were floating at the tactical +console. ``Gentlemen, it's time for us to do something rather than +wait for those ships out there to find the right combination which +will overload our shields. So far they haven't been able to penetrate +the shields since we increased the input energy, but with those +additional ships arriving they may just stumble upon it.'' + +Worf replied, ``Sir, they are out of phaser range. We have also seen +that photon torpedoes are almost ineffective against their superior +speed. It would seem that our options are severly limited,'' he +commented with a tone of anger more than anything else. ``Without +teeth, the tiger is defenseless against even the jackal.'' + +``Yes, Mr. Worf,'' Picard explained as he pushed himself away from the +chair, spun and rebounded off the ceiling toward the tactical console, +``but you should be thinking more of the cuna of Arianus Four. Like +the turtle of earth, he waits inside his shell while dangerous foes +are around. He also uses the shell as a place to wait until the right +moment to strike back at his attackers, when he can come out and +pounce on them unexpected.'' + +``So, our job is to wait in our shell? This is not the action of a +warrior, it goes against my grain.'' + +``No, Lieutenant,'' spoke up Riker grinning at Picard, understanding, +``What the captain is suggesting is that we plan and plot our way out +of our shell and while we do that see to it that the predator never +gets to the shell. The warp drive will not be down forever and when +we have it back, it will be time to strike.'' + +``Yes, Number One,'' Picard nodded. He turned his attention to the +Klingon, ``A warrior, Mr. Worf, is one who not only knows when to +fight, but when it is wise not to fight. When one cannot out-maneuver +his enemy, one should reconsider the fight. + +``To those ends, we should look to reinforcing our defenses and +getting the warp drive fixed faster.'' Picard turned to Riker, +``Number One, Mr. La Forge will be short-handed on zero gravity +trained personnel due to us leaving many of them to help with the +starbase repairs. I believe that he would appreciate your help. +Meanwhile, Lieutenant Worf and I, with Data's help, will be +reinforcing our defenses using some very old ideas.'' + +``Aye, sir, I will be in engineering if you need me,'' Riker said as +he pushed his way to the turbolift doors. + +Picard pushed his way after him and caught up to him as Riker was +stopping at the door. Picard then whispered under his breath to his +First Officer, ``Will, unless you would like someone to find you +splattered all over the walls of the turbolift, I suggest that you, +too, use a very old idea and take the jeffries tube.'' + +Riker reddened as he realized his mistake. He nodded and pushed off +toward the ready room. In front of that door was the access portal to +the jeffries engineering access tubes which ran throughout the ship +between decks. He entered the correct key sequence to open the portal +and pushed his way through the hole. As the portal closed, Riker could +hear Picard begin explaining to Worf and Data what he wanted from +them. + +``Gentlemen, what we need to do is prevent those probes from closing +on us at will and striking in a concerted effort as they have been. +We need to give them something to think about. I propose that we use +the photon torpedoes in a passive proximity mine mode to do this.'' + +``I see,'' answered Worf who now understood Picard's plan. ``We will +fire our currently charged torpedoes into a defensive perimeter about +the Enterprise . The torpedoes will drift about the ship much like +the ring matter that is there now, so they will be difficult to pick +up with sensors. Then when one of those probes comes within the +passive sensor range, the torpedo will fire its engines, close with +the target and destroy it.'' Worf grinned an almost feral grin, +``Very elegant.'' + +Picard nodded, ``I rather thought so, Lieutenant. What we need to do +is calculate the optimal mine field distribution, so that we cover the +greatest number of access routes and the most likely.'' + +As they voiced their agreement Picard said, ``Let's get to work +then.'' + + +------ + +Riker swore. + +For the third time, he had misjudged a jump and had slammed into a +bulkhead. This time a particularly painful jolt to his collarbone +caused him to wonder if humanity should perhaps have stayed nicely +confined to the womb of Earth. Muttering, he righted himself and +pushed off, cautiously, to the next bulkhead. + +Riker began to muse over the predicament in which he and his crewmates +found themselves. Probes which were apparently technology from two +decades ago were using unknown weaponry and positronic intelligence to +wreak havoc on both sides of the Neutral Zone. What's more, it seemed +that the known technology being used was not only from the Federation +but also Romulan. Not many people had access to sources of both +technologies. Ferengi? Perhaps, but where was the profit in +provoking a war that could potentially close down valuable trade +lanes, and probably bring many other peoples into the conflict? There +was no profit in death and the trader people of the Ferengi were +nothing if not profit driven. + +What about Admiral Esax and the Dooley ? There was no question that +Esax had the access to the information needed to develop these probes. +The evidence Data had uncovered seemed very damning in pointing toward +Esax as the guilty party. The disappearance of the Dooley and the +Kirin so close in time seemed too coincidental. The proximity of the +Neutral Zone to the Dooley's last location only reinforced Riker's +suspicions. Riker was willing to bet that the mother ship in orbit +about the third planet was the Dooley . When the stakes were this +high he seldom made a bad bet. + +He broke out of his musings in another collision with a badly placed +bulkhead. Rubbing his shoulder, Riker swore. + + +------ + +``Sir, Lieutenant Worf and I have mapped out a high probability +mine-field,'' Data reported from the operations console in front of +Picard. + +``Likelihood of individual mine activation, Commander?'' + +``Initially, 78.3 percent, sir. As collisions take place, and as the +probes become aware of the danger, the likelihood will decrease +rapidly. Judging from how quickly these units have `learned' from +their mistakes, I would say that no more than four of the probes will +be destroyed by the mines.'' + +``Four is better than none, Mr. Data. Do you concur with Mr. Data's +assessment, Lieutenant?'' + +Worf responded from the rear of the battle bridge, ``Aye, sir. I do +not like the idea of launching all of our currently available +torpedoes, but I see no favorable alternative given our current +status. It will buy us some time to repair the engines and enable us +to fight a more honorable battle.'' + +Picard grunted his agreement but said, ``Honor in battle, Lieutenant, +is hard won. Often the most `honorable' wind up being on the losing +side to a less honorable opponent. Better to use the weapons one has +at one's disposal to one's greatest advantage and worry about honor +later.'' + +Worf considered this and nodded his understanding, but Picard could +tell that the warrior was still unswayed. ``Mr. Worf, in a battle, +only the living can speak of who was honorable and who wasn't. Think +about it. + +``Meanwhile, gentlemen, we have a mine field to lay. Lieutenant, +prepare to launch the torpedoes. Initial impulse propulsion only. I +don't want those probes to be able to determine what we are doing. +Inertial braking on the torpedoes when position is met.'' Picard +keyed in a sequence on his padd which changed the main viewer to a +schematic of the Enterprise and the space around it, so he could watch +as the torpedoes drifted to position. ``Engage when ready.'' + +``Aye, sir,'' Worf replied. He and Data worked as a unit to program +the torpedoes for their individual flights. Once they left the launch +tubes there would be no way to correct the flight paths, at least not +without giving away the plan. Each tube was set to provide a +different inertial velocity to its torpedo. The idea was to enable the +torpedo to come to a halt with minimal effort. + +Once the programs were laid in, Worf announced that he was beginning +the launch process. Over the next four minutes the plan would be at +its most vulnerable stage as the torpedoes left their tubes and +drifted through the ring matter to their stations. Each tube +catapulted a torpedo into space. Normally, upon exit of the launch +tube the torpedo would fire a modified short haul warp unit to deliver +it to target. Here the torpedoes were allowed to drift, slowly +rotating about their long axis. Arriving at its predetermined +position, the torpedo released a short burst of gas which brought it +to a halt. At this point each torpedo went independent, turning on +its passive sensors waiting for a shiplike object to come into range. + +``Mine field is now in place, Captain,'' reported Data. + +``All units reporting functional, sir. Functional and armed.'' Worf +said, emphasizing the latter. + +Picard released a breath of air that he hadn't realized he had been +holding. ``Now we wait, gentlemen. From the looks of our sensors, it +won't be too long.'' + +The reinforcements had arrived; now the vultures numbered sixteen. +But the turtle's shell was somewhat thicker, and it had a bite. +Perhaps now porcupine better described the Enterprise and her quills +could kill with certain lethality. + + +------ + +Riker wrestled with the mechanism on the access hatch. It had become +stuck for some unknown reason, and he had not been able to secure his +body so that he didn't counterrotate from the direction he wanted to +turn the locking wheel. + +By this time, he was aching from the effects of many collisions with +the walls of the jeffries tube and wanted to get into the relatively +open space of a corridor. He hoped that he would be in some kind of +shape to help out in engineering when he finally got there. ``If I +ever get there!'' he grunted out loud. + +Finally the wheel started turning, after Riker had contorted his body +so that his feet were actually turning the wheel while he held on to +the nearest supports with his hands. He pushed it open and proceeded +to go through the hatch and found himself flat on the floor of the +corridor, so enthusiastic was his push off. He looked around to make +sure that no one had seen the Enterprise's second-in-command in such +an undignified situation and proceeded down the corridor. + +Here there was more room to maneuver and he could make better time. +The greater room allowed for more time to anticipate when to spin to +get his feet into position to brake. As he passed some doors, he +could swear he heard the sounds of people with uncomfortable digestive +systems within. Riker shook his head, more zero-g training at the +academy should be required, he thought. Just then he caromed into the +ceiling of the corridor after a particularly errant push off. +Definitely more training, he ruefully thought. + + +------ + +``Captain, the probes have begun their attack,'' Worf reported from +the tactical console. The tone of his voice indicated the ire he felt +that his station was now largely a passive data collection point +rather than a place of action. In the space about the Enterprise , +the action had already begun. + +A torpedo on the perimeter of the mine-field scanned near space. It +noted and compared all objects in its range with those found in the +previous scan. It eliminated those objects which were following a +close to natural flight path. It also eliminated those objects which +were smaller than what it had been set to scan for. The remaining +objects it checked against the pattern which had recently been entered +into its matching program by Data. A possibility had been selected, +the third such trigger since the torpedo had been deployed. As with +the previous instances, the probe increased the scan rate and +decreased the scan area and tracked the object. Previously, the +intensified scanning resulted in a null target. This time was +different. + +The torpedo confirmed its target and began to orient itself for the +attack run. The target had to be within a predefined region about the +torpedo in order for the drive to activate. Owing to the potential +speed of the probes, the only chance for a torpedo to hit was to take +the probe by surprise and not give it any time to react. As the lead +probe continued into the torpedo's region of influence, the unit +recalculated the target run hundreds of times using current data to +redefine the flight path. When all criteria were satisfied the +torpedo activated its propulsion unit. + +The probe didn't have a chance. + +As Picard watched the lead probe vaporize in a cloud of destruction, +he gave a nod of satisfaction. One down, fifteen to go. Two more +probes met similar fates before the rest backed away from the +Enterprise and its field of lethality. + +``Well, Mr. Data, three out of four isn't bad. Too bad your figures +couldn't be more accurate.'' + +Data turned to Picard, ``Sir, my calculations were based purely on +statistical conjecture. Statistics are only as good as the data upon +which they are based. Obviously, there are factors which I failed to +take into account. Such as the proximity to an autonomous controlling +entity, or a faster positronic brain than we had surmised, or better +sensors, or ...'' + +Picard held up his hand, ``Point well taken, Mr. Data. The fact +remains that we have not bought ourselves much time.'' + +As if to emphasize the point, the probes regrouped and came at the +Enterprise in groups of three. This time at high enough speed to not +give the photon torpedoes time to lock on to their targets. This +caused several to mistakenly fire their propulsion units making them +easy targets for the probes had which remained stationary. To make +matters worse, the probes which came at the Enterprise began to score +brief hits on the shields. The shields held but, Picard wondered, for +how long? + +``Sir, I am picking up a localized spatial disturbance between us and +the probes, it looks very similar to the effect we saw when the Falcon +originally appeared.'' Worf reported tensely from the tactical +station. + +Picard's attention affixed to the viewer as the Falcon did indeed +coalesce into view when it dropped its cloaking device. The attacking +probes once again retreated at the sight of this new development, but +not before the Falcon had the chance to destroy two of them with quick +shots from the disruptors. + +Worf got Picard's attention. ``The Falcon is hailing us, sir. +Commander Kareel wishes to talk with you.'' + +``Kareel, eh? Glad to see he managed to escape the brig. On the +screen, Lieutenant.'' + +The viewscreen came to life with the image of the Romulan Commander on +the bridge of his ship. Weapons burns could be seen on the walls and +equipment behind him. Kareel himself had obviously been in a battle +to regain control of his ship. New wounds showed on his face and +arms, but he still had the proud manner of his race and his position. + +``Captain Picard, we meet again. Though I see that the conditions are +not nearly so favorable for you as they are for us. It is a shame +that your warp drive has been disabled by these probes. Just how long +do you think your shields will hold up? Four, maybe five hours? A +fairly inglorious end to the Federation flagship. A pity,'' Kareel +said without much pity in his voice. + +Picard narrowed his eyes as he studied Kareel. He felt he knew this +man, and he knew that Kareel was posturing for his crew. Or was he? +Just how tenuous was his control of the Falcon ? + +``What do you want, Kareel?'' Picard responded ``Do you want to +gloat? Do you want to finish the job that these probes started? A +job you couldn't do yourself? I should have known that this was all a +Romulan deception to get the Enterprise .'' Picard hoped he had +guessed right. + +Kareel glared back at Picard, but as he nodded his head he said, +``Romulan deception, Picard? Nonsense. This is none of our doing. +Though I must say I admire what they have achieved. Proof that +Romulan technology is superior to that of the Federation.'' + +``What do you mean?'' + +``Surely you have figured it out by now, Captain. The weapons which +they are using are experimental phasing disruptors developed nearly +twenty years ago on Romulus. The project was scrapped, but obviously +someone should take a second look at it. Considering a Galaxy class +starship can be so easily disabled by them. + +``But I have not come here to gloat. No. I have come to be your +savior.'' Kareel said expansively, ``I will disperse these insects +and save your miserable hides. The price, Picard, is the +unconditional surrender of your vessel to the Romulan Empire. +Considering your position, you are in no shape to bargain. You have +one minute to accept, or I leave you to these vermin and come back to +pick up the pieces later.'' + +With that the viewscreen blanked out. Picard floated dumbfounded in +front of it, while Worf let out a low growl and hit his console so +hard that he rebounded off it and into the ceiling. + +``Mr. Worf, if you don't gain some self control you will bring injury +to yourself and may find yourself confined to quarters,'' Picard +reprimanded his volatile security chief. ``Counselor, is he +bluffing?'' + +``It is difficult to tell, Captain. If he still intends on defecting, +he must put on a show for his crew and it must be believable even to +minor telepaths, such as the Romulans. He is holding back something +and he is also feeling some grief, perhaps at what had to be done to +regain his ship.'' + +``Yes, his wife would have had to be killed. It is the Romulan way. +Bluff or not, we have no choice. We'll deal with the decision later, +he may not have the power to enforce a surrender after he deals with +those probes. Mr. Worf, hail the Romulan vessel.'' + +Kareel's tired face filled the viewscreen once again, ``What is your +decision, Picard? To die here now or to perhaps die later?'' + +``I prefer not to think of it in those terms, Kareel. I accept your +terms, under the condition that no harm come to my crew. My ship's +actions are my responsibility and as such, I am to be held +accountable, not them.'' + +``I did say, `unconditional', did I not, Captain?'' Kareel replied +sardonically. ``But we Romulans are humanitarians. I accept your +condition. Prepare to drop your shields in order to be boarded, +Enterprise .'' + +Worf began to growl. Picard motioned for him to cease. ``Commander, +is boarding really necessary? As you have said, we are hardly going +anywhere.'' + +``Nonetheless, Captain. I want to be sure you keep your part of the +agreement. Drop your shields and prepare to receive guests at your +coordinates. Kareel out.'' + +Picard stared at the image of the Falcon which was now in the viewer. +Could he have been wrong? Could Kareel have been acting all the +while? Had he just handed his ship over to the enemy? Was all of +this indeed a Romulan farce set up just to capture the Enterprise ? + +Troi interrupted his thoughts, ``Captain, I sense that Kareel very +urgently wants that boarding party on the Enterprise . He became very +agitated when you suggested he not send it. He is definitely hiding +something, but I think more from his crew than us.'' + +Picard considered this, he had trusted this woman's feelings +implicitly in the past and she was seldom wrong. He hoped that she +wasn't mistaken here. ``Mr. Data, lower the shields. Mr. Worf, +prepare to defend the bridge from hostile boarding party.'' + +Worf moved to an advantageous position and drew his phaser. As Data +lowered the shields, the low hum of a transporter effect filled the +silence of the battle bridge. + + +------ + +Riker had finally made it to the Engineering deck. Covered in +bruises, he swore he'd get back at Picard for sending him down here. +What kind of help could he offer in his condition? He hoped Geordi +wasn't in too desperate need of hands. His were all raw from grabbing +and pushing off from supports. + +He pushed off for the last time and righted himself in front of the +doors to main engineering. He entered the admission sequence on the +padd by the door. Turning to enter the heart of the ship, he was +shocked to be greeted by the smiling face of a Romulan in full battle +outfit. + + +CHAPTER 13 +---------- + +Riker momentarily stared in open astonishment at the Romulan in front +of him. He reflexively reached for his phaser and grasped at nothing +but air. One didn't tend to go around one's own ship armed. Not +seeing any other recourse, he launched himself at the midsection of +the Romulan officer. + +The combined momentum of the two caused them to fly across the +engineering deck. Geordi La Forge noticed what was happening and +yelled to Riker, ``Commander, no! Wait. It's all right.'' + +Riker didn't know what La Forge was talking about, but figured he'd +better try to stop his and the Romulan's progress and find out. He +managed to spin the two of them around so that his back was facing the +direction they were drifting. Pushing the surprised Romulan away from +him, he was able to stop the Romulan's momentum. Unfortunately, this +meant that once again, Riker had the velocity he had launched himself +off with, and he was now racing backwards toward the matter-antimatter +intermix chamber. He curled into a ball and spun himself around just +in time to reach out to the railing surrounding the chamber and grab +ahold of it to stop his momentum. + +Rubbing his already painful shoulder, now made more painful by the +forces which had just acted through it, he pushed himself toward the +Chief Engineer who was assisting the Romulan officer. ``Commander, do +you mind telling me what the hell is going on here?'' Riker asked of +La Forge. + +``Obviously the Captain hasn't had a chance to explain,'' Geordi +replied. ``We were under attack from those probes, and they were +beginning to get the hang of how to get around the torpedo mine field +we had set up for them. Once they had figured that out, they were +coming at us and testing the strength of the shields. Right about the +time when the probes were coming in groups for combined assaults, the +Falcon appeared and interposed itself between us and them. From what +I understand, the Romulan commander demanded our unconditional +surrender in exchange for protection from the probes.'' + +``What!'' exclaimed Riker. ``The captain refused, of course.'' + +``On the contrary, Commander,'' the Romulan spoke to Riker for the +first time. ``Your Captain had very little choice in the matter. As +a result of the surrender of the Enterprise , my commander sent over a +boarding party to your bridge. Me.'' + +``You? You're it?'' + +``Yes, Commander, I am it. You see, I am Sub-Commander Kafarth, Chief +Engineer of the Romulan warbird Falcon . I am also now a defector to +the Federation.'' + +Riker shook his head at all this, ``Can you perhaps start at the +beginning?'' + +``There is no time, Commander. Let me summarize quickly. Kareel and +myself have served together now for almost twenty years. The decision +to defect was a mutual one, based on what we knew the Empire's purpose +for the Falcon is. One which your captain has already surmised. When +Kareel was thrown in the brig by his wife and the political officer, I +released him. Together we convinced the crew that T'fara's act had +been mutinous. Not two hours ago, we managed to regain control of the +Falcon . Unfortunately, Kareel's final act in regaining control was +to kill T'fara.'' Kafarth shook his head sadly, ``He did love that +woman, I am sorry that it had to come to this.'' + +``Why was it necessary to kill her?'' asked Riker. + +``Because, Commander, in the Empire, succession is brought about by +killing your superior in order to make sure they don't try to come +back and depose you later. This is something which T'fara forgot. + +``In any event,'' Kafarth continued, ``Kareel could not run to help +the Enterprise even though he knew your plight was very real. The +crew was already sensitized to the issue of aiding a Federation +vessel. The only way he could do it and still retain the faith of the +crew was to demand a surrender. The final convincing required sending +a boarding party. Kareel decided that it should be one that could be +helpful in getting the Enterprise functional again. So he sent me and +here I am.'' + +``Won't the remainder of the crew get suspicious when they find out +that the `boarding party' was a party of one?'' + +``Compartmentalization of a Romulan vessel is very great, Commander. +Communication, after all, is power. The weak stay weak by not knowing +as much as the strong. It will take a very long time for the crew to +even suspect that the boarding party was not what it seemed. In +addition, the crew will be very busy fighting those probes for the +next several hours, at least. Also, I transported myself after having +killed our transporter chief under the pretense that he was involved +in the mutiny. A shame,'' he reflected, ``he was a good man.'' + +Geordi had heard all this already and had filled the time by scanning +some of the main engine readouts. He called the two officers over and +told them of his plans for further repairs. They all grabbed up tools +and began to float in the direction of the first problem. + +Riker then asked of the Romulan, ``Something still puzzles me. You +said you transported to the bridge. It must have taken some time to +explain this to the captain. How did you get here ahead of me?'' + +The Romulan looked at Riker will raised eyebrows, ``Why, Captain +Picard had me transported down here by your own transporter.'' + +Riker paused with wide open eyes, ``Why didn't he think of that +before, so I wouldn't have had to go through all these bruises to get +here?'' he asked incredulously. + +La Forge looked at him with a grin, ``With due respect, Commander, why +didn't you?'' + + +------ + +Picard stared through the viewscreen at the battle which had been +raging for three hours now. The Falcon had successfully destroyed +eight of the twelve probes which had remained and had begun pursuing +them across the void to the probes' homeworld. He knew that there was +no way that the Falcon could win the battle there without the +Enterprise's help. To facilitate this end, he had ordered gravity +restored to the ship after the Romulans had driven the probes away +from the ring system. Now all the engineering crew could work +efficiently to get his ship battleworthy again. He knew that they +were working as quickly as they could and yet he itched to get back +into the game. + +``Mr. La Forge, what is your estimated time of readiness?'' Picard +called to his chief engineer. + +Geordi's voice came over the comlink, ``About thirty minutes less than +the last time you asked, Captain. I'm sorry but my crews are working +as fast as they can. We cannot give you warp drive for another ninety +minutes, with luck the modified torpedoes will be ready just before +then.'' + +``Very well, Mr. La Forge, try to trim as much time as you can. I +believe that the Falcon will be needing us before long. Picard out.'' + +Picard then swore to himself. It was very much unlike him to get +impatient and perturbed as he was now. He credited it more to wanting +to aid an ally rather than just wanting to get in the thick of a +battle which they could readily lose. + +He got up and walked around the crowded confines of the battle bridge. +Data was efficiently going about his duties as the operations console. +Keeping the ship in its current orbit was becoming quite a task, even +for the capable android. Data had assured Picard, however, that the +orbit would be stable for at least the next ninety minutes. + +The helmsman, a Lieutenant Shriver, was competently going about her +business of calculating and recalculating approaches to the third +planet, the probe's homeworld. Picard noted with satisfaction her +speed and diligence. If the going got tight, he wanted to be able to +count on everyone to perform their tasks at top performance. + +Worf was busily tracking the Falcon's progress as well as checking the +weapons and shield status of the Enterprise . The tactical subsidiary +consoles were lit up with phaser and photon torpedo self tests. Worf +sat in front of them absorbed in the information. Picard knew that +his security chief did not like the fact that someone else was doing +his fighting for him, especially Romulans. Worf had a special reason +for disliking Romulans and Picard respected that. The captain also +knew that when called upon the Klingon would give the Enterprise the +edge in a close battle. There was nothing like the instinct of +millenia of intra- and inter-racial battle to make a great fighter, +and there was no question that Worf was a great fighter. If only, +Picard thought ruefully, he could be taught greater patience and tact. +It's a long voyage, Picard decided, and many things can be brought +about in a long voyage. + +He came back around to his command chair and sat down. Troi was +sitting next to him with a small smile on her face. ``They are a good +crew, Captain. Nervous with anticipation perhaps, but aren't we all?'' + +Picard looked at her admiringly. Of all his officers, she was the +closest to his thoughts. Because she could read the crew's emotions, +she had proven invaluable to him. When the crew not at their peak due +to nerves or fear she had warned him and his command decisions had +been adjusted accordingly. She had never steered him wrong yet. Now, +in a battle situation, her job was simply to monitor crew performance. +It was not an exciting job when nothing was happening, nor was it +necessarily one which needed to be done from the bridge. Picard felt, +however, that with her special talents she could tell him just before +a bridge crew member snapped, and that might save the ship. She was +also invaluable when negotiations were being made, being able to +emotionally read an alien being whose facial expressions may not be +even remotely human. This was important information to him. + +``Counselor,'' he said softly to the Betazoid, ``if someone were not +nervous, I would be worried about them. Keep an eye on them, long +waits like this can wear on a crew.'' + +She nodded and looked toward her own console. Picard smiled and then +turned to his command padd and began planning strategy. + + +------ + +The Falcon had obviously not been completely successful. Some of the +probes were now returning to the ringed planet and were beginning to +mass for an attack. Picard counted four probes on their way which +would be ready for an assault in five minutes. + +``Geordi, I am going to need those engines very soon. What is your +status down there?'' + +La Forge's reply heartened Picard, ``The engines are going through +intermix warmup now, Captain. Normally it would take half an hour to +fully warm them up. I have modified the process by gradually flooding +the outer energy exchanger of the intermix chamber with fuel, and then +passing it through the anterior warp field generators. This way I can +effectively double the flow. It's not recommended procedure, but it +will make the warp drive ready in, uh, eight minutes.'' + +``I need it in four, Commander.'' + +``Doable, Captain, but dangerous. I'll see what I can do. La Forge +out.'' + +``They are beginning to gather, Captain,'' Data reported his sensor +readings. ``By my calculations the other two ships should be ready +for their attack run in three point five two minutes.'' + +``Very well, Commander. Helm, plot a course based on Mr. Data's +projections of where those ships will rendezvous. I want straight +line trajectories to four points around those ships, and trajectories +from point to point. Calculate most efficient of the trajectories and +lay it in.'' + +``Aye, sir.'' + +``Mr. Worf, once those calculations are in, I want you to lay in +targeting data on each ship from every point. Calculate which phaser +banks are optimum for each position to hit the closest ship. There +will not be time to realign the phaser arrays from each point, so use +only the ones which are the optimum.'' + +``Sir, the phasers can realign in milliseconds, targeting data can be +laid in to use the same arrays if necessary.'' + +``No, Lieutenant, not this time. I am counting on the sensor +technology of those probes to be twenty years behind the times. I am +also banking on whoever is controlling those probes never having heard +of the Stargazer or the Picard Maneuver. The Enterprise is somewhat +superior to the Stargazer in her warp drive, I am going to use that to +our advantage. However, by my calculations, at warp nine there will +be a matter of nanoseconds between each stopping point of the +tetrahedron. The sensors of the probes should not be able to track us +and it will appear that we are still here and at the four points +around them at the same time. By the time they can regain a lock on +us, I want them all heavily damaged or destroyed.'' + +``Aye, sir. Beginning to calculate targeting data.'' + +``Very well, one minute to attack.'' + +Riker came through the turbolift doors and sat down by Picard. He +reported that engineering had completed the modification of two +torpedoes to nullify the Hyperion drive and was taking them to be +loaded now. Picard explained his plan of attack and Riker agreed with +taking the chance that the probe's sensors were old technology and +would not be able to track the Enterprise . He then set up his +console to monitor ship's performance and damage. + +``Sir, the probes have gathered and are assembling for their attack +run.'' + +``Acknowledged, Mr. Data. Mr. La Forge, are the engines ready?'' + +``As ready as they will ever be, Captain. I can give you whatever you +need.'' + +``Very good, prepare for emergency acceleration to warp nine. Mr. +Data, we'll need precise bursts of power to get us to those points.'' + +``Agreed sir, I have calculated the power needed down to six +significant figures, it is possible that I am in error, but...'' + +``But we have no time for error checking,'' Picard finished. ``Very +well, Mr. Worf, lay in your targeting information based on current +position of those probes. Set all phaser emplacements to key off of +Mr. Data's console. Lieutenant Shriver, transfer helm control to +Commander Data.'' + +All positions indicated their readiness. Picard gave the attack +order. With that order, the idling warp drive flared into full power. +The Enterprise was flung to four points in a rough tetrahedron about +the gathered probes. From each point a separate phaser array on the +Enterprise fired upon a probe. Each combined blast from the phasers +met the minimal shielding on the probes and, after a short interaction +interval, passed through the shielding and tore through the hulls of +the probes. When the tetrahedron was complete the Enterprise backed +away from the sight of the destruction and halted. + +The sight that met Picard's eyes was one of total decimation. The +lack of strong shields on the probes was their downfall. They relied +upon their speed for protection and when that speed was nullified the +probes were helpless. There had once been four deadly vessels in that +area of space, now there was nothing but debris and a growing +fireball. + +Picard nodded with satisfaction and ordered, ``Lay in a course for the +Falcon , let's see if we can't help them out a little. Engage maximum +sublight.'' + + +------ + +The Falcon was located midway between the two planets. Picard needed +to save the warp drive while it recuperated from the emergency +acceleration, and thus it took several minutes for the Enterprise to +cross the distance between the ships. As the Federation vessel +approached, the bridge crew could see that they were just in time. +Currently fifteen of the probes were harassing the Romulan ship and +appeared to be having the best of the battle. The Falcon was +obviously damaged in the outer hull and her shields were already +starting to fade. + +Picard noted this grimly, but there was one piece of business which +had to be taken care of before the probes could be handled. As he +stood and walked toward the viewscreen, he ordered Worf to hail the +Romulan ship. + +Kareel's visage once again flashed up on the main viewer of the battle +bridge. He nodded at Picard, ``So, Picard, I see your crew has +finally been able to get that ship of yours spaceworthy again.'' The +Romulan's face, however, did not reflect the implied arrogance of the +statement. + +``Strong words for someone in the situation you find yourself in, +Kareel,'' Picard replied. He then looked down at Data's console, ``My +sensors show that your warp drive is leaking coolant, your main +deflector shields are at half power, and you have sustained severe +damage to your secondary hull. Not exactly a position of dominance.'' + +``No, Captain, it is not,'' Kareel agreed. He then straightened up, +``However, we have taken more than they. Sixteen ships have gone down +to the might of the Falcon , and more will fall before we fail.'' + +``Don't talk nonsense, Commander. Your ship cannot sustain any more +battle damage without enduring severe systems failure. I, however, am +prepared to offer you a way out of your predicament.'' Picard +straightened his uniform, cleared his throat, and looked at the +Romulan with a triumphant gleam in his eyes, ``As a representative of +the United Federation of Planets I ask for the unconditional surrender +of the Romulan warbird Falcon . I assure you that all arrangements +will be made for the disposition of your crew, but that you, +Commander, will be made to stand trial for entering the Neutral Zone +and attempting to destroy a Federation vessel. In return, the +Enterprise will attempt to protect your ship from further harm against +a common enemy. The same terms, Commander, that you offered us. And, +I believe, your time has run out as to whether you will accept them.'' + +Kareel nodded grimly, and not without some amusement, thought Picard. +``You play the game well, Captain. Very well, you shall have our +surrender. May we both live long enough to see it through.'' + +``Agreed, Kareel.'' Picard closed the connection with the Romulan. +He was glad that that was over with, it gave Kareel the out he needed +to come over. If only they would both be there to play the end game. + +``Mr. Worf, prepare one of Mr. La Forge's special torpedoes for +launch. Maximum burst, maximum energy. Target the center of that +group of ships. Signal the Falcon to move to local coordinates +35-35-2-10.'' + +``Torpedo is ready, sir, and the Falcon has begun to move out of the +field of combat. Some of the probes have begun to pursue.'' + +``Fire torpedo, Mr. Worf. Proximity detonation.'' + +The modified torpedo sped away from the Enterprise . When it reached +the center of the hoard of probes, it disappeared in a spark which +gradually expanded into a large blue fireball which continued to grow +and engulf the probes. After the image of the fireball had faded, +none of the probes were apparently damaged. + +``Sir, no external damage on the probes detected,'' Worf reported. + +Picard replied steadily, ``Check for hyperion radiation signatures.'' + +Worf checked his sensors, shook his head and rechecked. ``No hyperion +radiation signatures, sir. They are lying dead in space.'' + +``Very well, let's finish the job. Lieutenant Shriver, take us into +the pack. This is only a temporary effect so we'll have to be +quick.'' + +As the Enterprise moved into the mass of slowly tumbling ships, Picard +walked back to his command chair and said to his tactical officer with +a hardness in his eyes, ``Mr. Worf ... indulge yourself.'' + +Worf looked up with some surprise, but with mild satisfaction, ``With +pleasure, sir.'' + +With that the Enterprise , under the direction of her Klingon tactical +officer, proceeded to lay waste to the twenty ships floating +helplessly about it. Beams of energy flared out from all phaser +emplacements on the Enterprise's surface making the ship seem like a +spider in the midst of a great three dimensional web within whose +strands the probes were like dead flies. Because the intermix +conduits of the hyperion drive had been severed even the minimal +shielding which the probes normally had was not present. They did not +stand a chance as the phasers tore through their hulls, cleaving some +of the ships right through. The Enterprise's own shields flared +violently as they repulsed some of the wreckage from getting too +close. When it was over, the Federation vessel floated alone in a +Sargasso Sea of space. + +Worf reported the completion of his task and Riker grimly concurred. +As Picard nodded and prepared to ask for a damage report, he was +interrupted by Data. ``Captain, the mother ship has left orbit about +the inner planet and is heading toward us on an interception course. +It is accompanied by the final eight probes. I calculate time of +arrival at T-minus two minutes.'' + +``Very well, Mr. Data. Mr. Worf, please inform the Falcon of these +developments.'' Picard wanted the Falcon out of the way for the next +confrontation. He knew that the Romulan ship would not survive any +kind of engagement with that ship. + +``Sir, the Falcon has cloaked and they are not answering the hail.'' + +``I wouldn't have thought they had the power, Captain,'' Riker said +quietly to his superior. + +``They don't, Number One. But more so, the cloaking device puts an +ungodly strain on the ship structure. It may tear them apart. I wish +I knew what he was up to.'' + +``It's probably not too hard to figure out, sir. Honor is at stake +now.'' + +Picard nodded his agreement and stared at the viewscreen. ``Mr. Data, +maximum magnification on the approaching ships. Let's see how +accurate our guesses were.'' + +The viewscreen image changed its orientation and the bridge crew could +now get a look at what was coming. A phalanx of eight probes led the +way for a ship which was about two-thirds the size of the whole +Enterprise , and yet it dwarfed the probes which accompanied it. +There was no question as to where the ship had originated. + +``We are looking at a genuine ghost, Captain. A spectre out of our +past,'' Riker spoke in almost awed tones. ``The computer has verified +that it is the U.S.S. Dooley , lost in space twenty years ago under +the command of Admiral Frederick Esax.'' + + +CHAPTER 14 +---------- + +Assistant-Chief Engineer Rigeur walked with purpose along Deck 12 of +the Enterprise's saucer section. Twelve hours had passed since the +incident involving Wesley Crusher and he was no closer to discovering +the truth of the matter. The young ensign had been in a coma until a +few hours ago when the doctors brought him out of it and into a deep +sleep. Rigeur was satisfied that he would soon have the information +he needed, when Wesley finally woke up. + +The past did not worry Rigeur as much as the future did. As long as +Wesley was unconscious, the assailant had had nothing to worry about. +No one could identify him. Now that the boy was coming around, the +possibility of identification was very real. Soon the saboteur's hand +would be forced, at least that was what Rigeur hoped. He had made +sure that the news of Wesley's recovery was well spread about the +ship. He knew that the next few hours would tell the story. + +Rigeur had spent the hours preparing with Okawa a front line of +defense. A series of stress/strain sensors had been placed throughout +the starbase. The information gathered from the sensors would enable +them to see changes in the structural integrity of the base the +instant they happened. Okawa had been busy working on the analysis +software and had indicated that he was ready to demonstrate it. + +As Rigeur entered the lab he was astounded at the disarray of +equipment strewn about the room. It had never been tidy, but this was +a disaster area. Rigeur shook his head and muttered, ``Labbies''. An +engineering lab would never be allowed to enter this state of chaos. +How could someone get any work done, he thought. + +As he pushed his way about a particularly large piece of equipment he +spied the elderly Okawa in the far corner of the lab. He noted that +the scientist was definitely feeling the effects of the past days. +His small head had slumped even further into his hunched shoulders. +As Okawa turned to him Rigeur saw how the days had made the old man +look even more aged with dark circles forming under his eyes. His +normally happy face had turned slack with lack of sleep. + +Okawa had had a look of expectancy in his eyes which faded away as he +saw that it was Rigeur who had entered. ``Oh, it is you. I had been +expecting Doctor Evans.'' + +``Sorry to disappoint you, Doctor,'' replied the engineer. ``I have +not seen her today.'' + +Okawa nodded, ``Nor have I, Commander. Miriam finished with the +installation of the sensors yesterday and I have not seen her since. +I expect that she is catching up on some sleep.'' + +``As should you, Doctor. If you don't mind my saying so, you look +like hell.'' + +Okawa smiled at Rigeur and for a moment the playful twinkle came back +to his eyes, ``When you're my age, Commander, you always look like +hell. It's because you are so near it. As for sleep,'' he hesitated. +The twinkle began to disappear as he continued, ``As for sleep, there +will be time enough for that when this is all over.'' + +As the engineer approached, he noticed what Okawa had been huddled +over. Rigeur now studied a holographic image of the joined starbase +and saucer section. Various colors ranging from blue on the saucer +section to green and yellow on the starbase played along the surface +of the projection as it rotated slowly above the projector. He +indicated the image as he said, ``I take it you have finished the +analysis software?'' + +Energy seemed to flow back into Okawa as he discussed the project +which he had been working on for the past thirty-six hours. ``Yes, +Commander, it is done. You are looking at a stress intensity image of +the starbase/saucer conglomerate. The computer is analysing in real +time the data from the sensors placed throughout the starbase and the +saucer. The blue color indicates what would be considered normal +levels of stress. The color changes from blue through green to yellow +and finally through orange into red are indicative of increasing +stresses in the structure of the conglomerate. Colors above yellow +are what must be avoided.'' + +He paused now and adjusted the controls of the holoviewer and the +image stopped rotating and the yellow areas began to pulsate. ``The +current yellow areas are locations which should be given immediate +attention. As you can see, most are located around the area where the +solar collector was torn off the starbase. There are already several +crews in the area tending this, are there not?'' + +Rigeur nodded in affirmation. He then pointed to a location on the +bulbous living section, ``What about this area? I believe it is +new.'' + +Okawa nodded and ordered the computer to magnify the area in question. +As this was done, the two noted that the stressed area was actually +filled with many tiny striations which were gradually growing. Rigeur +noted this and signalled via his communicator for a work group to head +to that location and investigate the damage. ``Well, Doctor, it looks +like your setup has already given us some valuable information. That +alone will save us a great deal of time.'' + +Okawa looked up from the image and said with heavy irony in his voice, +``Not bad for a `labbie', eh Commander?'' + +Rigeur cleared his throat with embarrassment and responded, ``Touche', +Doctor.'' Suddenly a loud howl emanated from the hull of the saucer +section. Rigeur looked around and shouted, ``What the devil . . .'' + +At the noise, Okawa had rivetted his attention on the holoviewer and +had adjusted the view. A violent orange section near the base of the +starbase stem immediately drew his attention. As he watched it began +to progress toward the red. ``Something is very wrong, Commander,'' +he reported. ``A previously stable section near the starbase +engineering section has just undergone some kind of shock.'' + +The same thought ran through both of their minds as Rigeur spoke it +aloud as if to gain confidence in the thought, ``Our saboteur strikes, +Doctor. We both know that something like this cannot happen +spontaneously without outside impetus.'' As he said this, he began +heading for the door. + +Okawa nodded as he got up to follow, ``Nature abhors a discontinuity, +Commander. Let's just hope we are not too late.'' + +Rigeur and Okawa ran to the turbolift. As the engineer held the lift +for the older man to arrive, he began sending orders to engineering +and security teams. He ordered the connection portal between the +saucer and the starbase to be guarded and sealed. He then redirected +all non-essential engineering crews to the afflicted area. He wanted +a report on the damage as soon as possible. + +When the two arrived at the connection portal they each grabbed a +working suit. They were met by an already suited up security team. +The Lieutenant in charge of the group handed them both a phaser. When +Okawa began to protest, Rigeur silenced him. ``Doctor, the emergency +bulkheads closed immediately following the incident down there. We +must assume that whoever is responsible for this was caught in there. +You can rest assured that if they did not care about killing almost a +thousand people, they won't hesitate to kill you, too.'' + +Okawa acquiesced and took the phaser. Rigeur then addressed the +security team, ``I want that person alive, people. There are some +questions that need to be answered. Set your phasers for heavy +stun.'' + +The group then entered the turbolift which would take them down +through the core of the starbase. Okawa and Rigeur put on their suits +as the lift raced to the sight of the damage. As lift began to slow, +Rigeur raised the leader of the engineering inspection group. ``Oslo, +how does the damage look? What can we expect down there?'' + +A few seconds later, the starbase engineer responded, ``Commander, I +wish I could give you a clear idea of what has happened down here. It +looks like some kind of explosive charges were placed to take out two +of the four primary supports along the core. From the looks of the +damage, the charges were placed inside the airtight passage. So +there's definitely no air down there for you. As near as we can tell, +the remaining two supports are holding, but you can bet on them not +doing so forever. I've got crews working on reinforcing those +supports and we're still working on figuring out how to repair the +other two. We sure could use that professor of yours out here.'' + +``I've got him with me, Oslo. Doctor Okawa will give you his ideas +when he gets there. Meanwhile, try to get something rigged up to take +the strain off those supports. If we have to, we'll disengage the +saucer section, but let's see what we can do first.'' He saw Okawa's +look of surprise at this and nodded at the little man, ``Disengaging +the saucer section will mean disaster for the starbase. We've spent +too much time for that to happen. Rigeur out.'' + +The turbolift drew to a halt just above the emergency bulkhead which +had closed when the atmosphere had escaped through the damaged area. +One of the security personnel knelt down and opened the hatch on the +bottom of the lift. Once opened, the security team dropped down the +hatch making sure the area was clear before Rigeur and Okawa dropped +through. + +Leaving the turbolift meant leaving gravity. Once through the hatch, +the bottom dropped out of Okawa's world. Although Okawa had been in +zero gravity many times he never liked the initial transition to it. +This time there was no difference as his stomach tried to orient +itself. He swallowed the extra saliva in his mouth several times and +forced himself to concentrate on stopping the world from spinning. +After a couple of minutes he was back under control. + +By this time, the security team had opened the egress portal in the +bulkhead. They were now entering the small airlock by twos and from +there into the damaged section. Already, half of the group had gone +into the evacuated area. + +``Back with us I see, Doctor. How are you doing?'' Rigeur inquired. + +``As well as can be expected, Commander. The initial adjustment to +zero gravity is always the worst.'' Okawa then pushed his way to the +airlock and executed a somersault turn which made him wind up with his +feet toward the bulkhead. His legs stopped him right on the bulkhead +and he grabbed on to a support. ``Yes, I believe that I am all right +now.'' + +Rigeur shook his head with amazement, ``You surprise me, Doctor. I +had no idea that you were so good in zero gee.'' + +Okawa smiled and replied, ``When you design orbital and deep-space +structures, Commander, you soon find that the engineers who build them +don't respect you unless you can handle yourself out there in orbit +with them. I believe you are familiar with this?'' + +The engineer was glad that Okawa couldn't see him blushing. He +cleared his throat once again and said gruffly, ``I have experienced +the phenomena, yes.'' He then pushed his way to the airlock and +indicated for Okawa to enter. Once inside Rigeur softly said to the +elderly scientist, ``It could be dangerous down there, Okawa. Try to +stay behind the security guards. I wouldn't want you to get injured +unnecessarily.'' + +Okawa nodded. ``Thank you, Charles, I shall watch where I step. But +I am not afraid of death, I would just prefer that it wait a while. +At least until our job here is done.'' + +Just then the airlock finished cycling, so Rigeur didn't have a chance +to reply to this statement. As the doors slid open, they could see +down the lift tube which stretched before them. The explosion had +disrupted some of the power to this area so only emergency lights were +functioning. This caused deep shadows along the maintenance shelves +which ran the length of the tube. Too many places for someone to +hide, thought Rigeur grimly. + +A pair of the security team had advanced the hundred meters down the +tube to the point of the explosion. They now reported the way was +clear for the scientist and engineer to come down. Rigeur told four +of the security team to remain at the portal to guard against a +possible escape by the saboteur. The remaining pair traversed the +lift tube with Okawa and the Engineering Chief. As they pulled their +way from handhold to handhold, the four kept warily looking around +them for any sign of the person who had done this. Their trip to the +damaged site was uneventful. By the time they reached the explosion +region, Okawa was paying more attention to his tricorder than to his +surroundings. + +``This is not as bad as we first thought, Commander,'' Okawa began as +he adjusted his tricorder. The intact support struts are holding +together remarkably well. They were designed to handle the event of a +single strut failing. With two gone, they are a little more stressed +than I would like. However, we should have time to reinforce the area +and make repairs to the damaged supports.'' He continued to wander +down the tube and analysed his readings. ``There is some stress +fracturing along the damaged struts which will have to be repaired. +Perhaps it stretches their entire length. You'll have to get an +assessment team on it right away.'' + +Rigeur nodded and began to issue orders to the engineering crews +outside the lift tube. As he looked toward Okawa, he noticed movement +in one of the shadows behind the doctor. ``Okawa, behind you! Look +out!'' he shouted as he drew his phaser. + +Out of instinct acquired in years of zero gravity construction, the +scientist launched himself away from the handhold he had been +grasping. With an agility that belied his age, he twisted himself +about in time to push away from the opposite wall and toward the +security team. Phaser fire lit up the tube as the shadowed figure +fired at the spot where Okawa had been and Rigeur fired back. + +Once the scientist had reached the relative safety of the security +perimeter, the four guards began to approach the area from which the +phaser fire had come. They spread out and leapt from shadow to shadow +as they sought to gain an advantage over the attacker. Suddenly, the +saboteur launched himself from the shadows and fired upon the security +team. Taken by surprise, two of the team members were killed by the +lethal setting of the attacker's phaser. The two others fired back at +the work-suited figure without effect. + +``Damn!'' Rigeur swore, ``Those phasers didn't even slow him down.'' +He called to the two pinned down guards, ``Set your phasers to the +lowest lethal setting. From the looks of things, that'll just stun +him.'' + +Okawa had pulled his phaser from its holster and adjusted the power +setting. ``Well, it looks like my help will be needed, eh Charles?'' + +Rigeur nodded as he indicated for the two of them to retreat to the +next maintenance platform. At the same time he called for two of the +guards that had remained at the bulkhead to join them. The engineer +and the scientist positioned themselves on the platform just as the +saboteur once again launched an attack. One of the security men +managed to fire on the attacker, momentarily slowing the assailant +down. As soon as the figure recovered, he fired upon the security man +disabling him. + +Rigeur noted the momentary hesitation in the figure and called to the +one remaining member of the security team and Okawa. ``A single +phaser at this setting doesn't seem to be enough to stop him. On my +order, I want all of us to fire upon the saboteur. Hopefully we can +disable him long enough to bind him.'' + +They did not have long to wait until the figure came out of hiding +once again, this time even closer to the two technical men. Rigeur +shouted, ``Now, Doctor, fire!'' + +Okawa hesitated just a second before he brought up his phaser to fire. +The three converging beams were joined by two others as the backup +security members arrived adding their support. The suited figure +writhed in the combined power of the phaser fire. Suddenly all +movement halted and Rigeur ordered a cease fire. + +Rigeur and the security men approached the floating body which was now +bumping up against the wall. Okawa followed slowly as he attempted to +stop the nervous shaking that had suddenly overcome his body. When he +arrived, Rigeur had turned and said, ``No, Yasu. You do not need to +see this.'' + +``What do you mean I don't need to see this?'' he snapped. ``This +person has been trying to destroy all the work we've been doing. They +have been trying to destroy a starbase I helped design. I want to +know who it is.'' He finally pushed his way past the Chief Engineer +and moved close to the floating body. He noted that the atmosphere +field was still intact, so the person, if not killed by the phasers +would be alive for questioning. He moved close to the face mask and +realized what Rigeur had been trying to keep him from. + +``It's Miriam!'' he exclaimed. + + + +------ + +Beverly Crusher looked down upon the supine figure of Miriam Evans on +the diagnostic table of sickbay. Normally she would not have allowed +the restraints to be used, but after she had done her initial medscan +she had insisted upon it. Now Yasu Okawa and Charles Rigeur had come +to find out the status of Crusher's patient. She was very uneasy +about what she had to tell them. + +``All right, Doctor, can you tell me why a dedicated research +scientist like Evans here would all of a sudden become a killing +saboteur?'' Rigeur demanded of the Enterprise 's Chief Medical +Officer. + +She could tell that Rigeur was at the end of his patience with a +situation that up to now had been out of his control. Too bad, she +thought. He's going to have some more unpleasantries in store for +him. ``What I have to tell you, gentlemen, is something which is very +disturbing.'' + +``The whole situation is `disturbing', Doctor,'' burst out Okawa. +``She cannot possibly have done all this.'' + +Crusher replied calmly, ``Rest assured, Yasu, she did not. Her body +did, but her mind was not responsible for what it did.'' + +``Doctor, I don't pretend to know much about medicine or psychology, +so don't throw the psychobabble around. What exactly is going on?'' +Rigeur said impatiently. + +She gave him a look which spoke volumes. Crusher then reached down +and lifted Evans' head exposing the back of the neck. Here she +revealed to her visitors a small conical gill which projected through +the skin and was currently wriggling like a worm. + +Rigeur's eyes narrowed and he hissed, ``What the hell is that, +Doctor?'' + +``That, Commander, is something which I had hoped never to see +again.'' She then turned to a viewscreen on the wall and called up an +image of Evans' neck and head. It revealed a small scorpion shaped +creature which had wrapped its legs about her spinal column along the +neck. ``The only other time I have seen this creature was at Earth +two years ago. Several of these creatures had attacked the core of +Starfleet's Admiralty, including Gregory Quinn. They take over their +victim's body by tapping into the cerebral cortex at the brain stem. +Once this has been accomplished, the victim no longer has control over +their actions. The creature also apparently dampens the pain centers +of the brain so that the body can withstand much more punishment than +normal, as you experienced in the starbase. According to Captain +Picard's report on the incident at Starfleet Headquarters, the +creatures actually form a networked consciousness which centers about +a mother creature.'' + +Okawa saw immediately what this meant. ``You mean there are more of +them?'' he said anxiously. + +Crusher shook her head gently, ``Not on the starbase, no. I have had +the computer do a complete scan of all crew members of the Enterprise +and the starbase. There are no other indications of this creature on +any other personnel.'' + +``It must have attacked her while she was installing the probes in the +starbase,'' Okawa mused. ``It is really the only time she was alone +for any period.'' He stopped as realization came to him, ``That would +mean that it was left by the attacking ships! As some kind of fall +back measure, perhaps?'' + +``We won't know unless we ask it,'' replied Rigeur. He then turned to +Crusher. ``Doctor, if you bring her back to consciousness, do you +think we will be able to ask the alien questions?'' + +She pondered this before answering, ``I can't say for sure, Commander. +We did not try that back at Earth as we were more concerned with +removing it from Admiral Quinn. They were pretty voluble in their own +right, so perhaps this one will be, too. I must insist on stopping +the interview if Miriam's vital signs become too unusual.'' + +``Agreed, Doctor. We need to find out what is going on here. It may +tell us why all these starbases are getting destroyed.'' + +The medical officer checked the restraints on her patient before +reviving her. Her experience with the parasitical creatures made her +aware of the phenomenal strength they gave their victims. Quinn had +almost killed Riker and had nearly defeated Worf. She suspected that +if the relationship continued for any length of time the human host +would eventually burn out. Once Crusher was satisfied that the +restraints would hold, she began administering medication to bring her +patient around. + +As the life sign readings on the diagnostic table began to approach +normalcy, Miriam Evans' eyes opened wide. She looked around the room +and saw her captors. Crusher noted that adrenal levels began to rise +to suprahuman levels as Evans tested the restraining mechanism holding +her to the couch. + +``You might as well stop trying to escape,'' warned the doctor. +``You'll only injure your host's body.'' + +Evans cleared her throat and spoke slowly to the three standing above +her, ``So, you have found me out. I take it that since we are all +still alive that I was not entirely successful in destroying the +starbase or the saucer?'' + +``Damn right you weren't,'' replied Rigeur angrily. ``You mind giving +us an explanation for all the destruction you have wrought?'' + +``Not at all, Commander. It was my mission to finish off the job +which our ships could not do. I was launched aboard the starbase in +the last attack before your starship managed to route us. Mine is a +suicide mission. If I succeed, I die.'' + +``I do not believe that is the entirety of the Commander's question, +Miriam,'' began Okawa, completely unconscious of the name slip. ``The +real question must be, `Why any of this?' Why are your species +attacking Federation starbases to begin with?'' + +``We are testing the Federation and the Romulan Empire, Okawa. As +your races become more technologically advanced, you become a greater +threat to us. Federation and Romulan explored territories have +expanded to the point where their fringes border on ours. We are part +of an initial assault upon your people. Our first attack on your +Admiralty was an effort to stop exploration toward our space and to +weaken your defenses in the region closest to us in the event we +decided to attack. When that failed, we decided the best way to stop +exploration was to get your people occupied elsewhere. The mutual +distrust of the Federation and the Romulans was an ideal situation +which we decided to exploit. A war between your peoples would not +only divert your resources, but also weaken both sides and give us and +our allies the time to prepare for a full scale attack on the eventual +victor. That victor would be so weakened by the war that our conquest +could be achieved with minimal resistance.'' + +``You and your allies must know from your contacts with our people +that the Federation always comes seeking peaceful coexistence with +other races.'' Rigeur prompted, ``Why do you feel that we represent a +threat which must be stifled?'' + +``The individuality of your species represents the threat to us,'' +spat out Evans. ``Your people are all independent entities with no +unified goal or purpose. It amazes us that your societies can advance +at all with such anarchy. The fact that they have advanced in spite +of this is what we see as a threat. When we conquer you, we Qelb will +provide the unity that your species needs. We will give your people +direction and continuity. You will be incorporated into the Hegemony +as others have been before you.'' + +Crusher expressed the horror that she, Rigeur and Okawa were feeling, +``If you do that, it will take away from us what we are. Only in +individuality can genius be expressed.'' She paused to gather her +thoughts, which were coming in a confused rush. ``You said that your +allies are amazed that our societies have advanced at all. We've done +so because individuals who have had great political insight have +created laws by which the rights of the community outweigh the rights +of the individual, thus one person cannot impose their will to the ill +of other people. Individuals, who have possessed great scientific or +technological insight, have made the discoveries which have allowed +our people to leave the planets and venture into space, or to create +new medicines or medical techniques which allow us to regenerate +organs or cure the common cold. Individuals, who have the talent to +lead other individuals by knowing how to recognize and utilize each +person's strengths toward a common good, take us to explore the +unknown to discover new ideas and beliefs which can benefit all +people. It isn't non-guided anarchy that we have, it is a unity of +purpose similar to yours. But a unity which recognizes that only +through the strength of the individual can society benefit as a +whole.'' + +Okawa, spurred on by Beverly's speech, added, ``What you plan for our +people, this single minded Hegemony, would kill us. Although all our +experiences might be incorporated into the whole, the impetus for +progress would disappear. The same inspiration which causes a person +on Rigel IV to paint the twin sunset or for a person to design a new +mining technique on the moons of Anktiem VI would be no more. It +would be replaced by some global omniscience, which while it might be +nice to have the knowledge of races at your command, would also remove +the desire to innovate. All would be done for the common good, and +while this is a noble idea, we humans find that we must do for our own +good occasionally. If we don't, then we perish.'' + +``Someone once said, `All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy','' +Rigeur said. ``You are asking us to work full time and that sounds +down right boring. Since your people are of this communal mind, I'm +sure they have heard all we have said. I just hope they have +understood, but if they haven't, then I've got one more thing to add. +We will not accept your assault on our individuality. We will fight +you until the very last one of us can fight no longer, for our +independent choice of what's right and what's wrong is something we +have been blessed with and something we cannot live without.'' + +The Qelb which controlled Evans was silent for a moment and then +responded, ``Perhaps you are not as anarchistic as we believed. But +you still represent a threat to us by your differences from us. +Individuality is not something we can tolerate or coexist with.'' + +``There are other ways of resolving differences besides war,'' +responded Crusher. ``There are always alternatives.'' + +``No, your people will eventually want to explore our space, that is +your nature. Your ideas of independence would disrupt our society. +It is best for us to resolve this in our own way, your contamination +must be controlled.'' The Qelb hesitated, ``Even now, I am having +difficulty maintaining control over this host. It struggles for +independence.'' + +``Then perhaps your society is not as perfect or united in purpose as +you would have us believe,'' commented Rigeur. ``I have heard enough +of this creature's rhetoric. Doctor, I need Miriam Evans' expertise +to help us get this job done. Can you remove that thing from her +brain?'' + +``Yes, I've done it once before. There should be little problem.'' +Crusher then hesitated about telling Rigeur his business, but +continued, ``Charles, you must warn the captain about this. The Qelb +threat to the crew aboard the battle section could outweigh that of +the Romulans.'' + +``Yes, Doctor, I know. Unfortunately, the Captain's last orders and +Starfleet regulations forbid me from making contact with them. I will +inform Starfleet of what we have found out, and hopefully they will +give permission to contact the battle section.'' Rigeur was a man who +once again found himself with no options as to his next course of +action. He still didn't like it, but there was one thing he could do. + +``I will send a security team here, Doctor. Once you remove that +thing, I want them to kill it. It entered a suicide mission, now it +can complete it.'' He turned to Okawa, ``Doctor Okawa, soon we'll +return your comrade to you. Meanwhile, I believe we have a lot of +work to do.'' + +Okawa nodded slowly as he looked down at his friend and co-worker on +the diagnostic table. ``You will take good care of her. Won't you, +Doctor? She is a good friend.'' + +Crusher smiled as she prepared an injection for Evans. ``I'll do my +best, Yasu. She'll pull through.'' + +``I know she will, Beverly. Thank you.'' As Okawa and Rigeur made to +leave the sickbay, Wesley Crusher walked in from the hallway. Okawa +went to him and apologized for the injury which Evans had inflicted on +the young ensign. + +``That's all right, Doctor Okawa, I'm fine now. Just a little +headache is all that's left.'' Wesley grinned as he pointed to his +head. He then hesitated before he asked, ``I'd like to know if you +could use any help while Doctor Evans is recuperating. I mean, I +can't go out to do work in vacuum for a while while I get over my own +injuries. But I'd really like to help.'' + +Okawa and Rigeur looked at one another and laughed at the young man's +enthusiasm. ``Of course you can help, Wesley. I have many things +that an old man like myself could use a pair of young legs to get +done.'' + +As the sickbay door closed behind them, Beverly Crusher's smile slowly +faded. She looked down at her anesthetised patient and thoughts of +atrocities to come came unbidden. She was troubled by thoughts of +what the battle section could be facing. She whispered a silent +prayer for Jean-Luc Picard and the rest of the crew in the Neutral +Zone. + + +CHAPTER 15 +---------- + +The Dooley and her escort quickly approached the Enterprise , which +lay amidst the ever expanding field of wreckage from the recent +holocaust so ably brought about by her Klingon tactical officer. The +shields still glowed as small pieces of the dust of battle impinged +with them. + +As the Dooley closed, the accompanying probes broke away from the +mother ship and surrounded the Enterprise in a ring which held them +all out of phaser range. Picard noted it also made the effect of the +one modified photon torpedo that he had held in reserve somewhat less. +He could disable no more than half the probes with one shot now. With +the odds still heavily against the Enterprise , Picard knew that half +would not be good enough. He had to get it down to just the Dooley +and his ship. The question was, how? + +Although several of the bridge crew had been surprised to see another +Federation vessel in Neutral Zone as their adversary, they quickly +went back to their duties. One did not generally broadcast +speculation of the command staff to junior crew members unless it was +necessary and Picard had decided that it would be less mentally +wearing on the crew if they did not know. Judging from Deanna Troi's +expression as he looked queryingly at her, he had been right. The +crew would perform well. However, Troi looked uncertainly towards the +young lieutenant at the helm. + +``Mr. Worf, I believe that our host has finally come to greet us. +Let's not be impolite, open a hailing frequency.'' Picard stood and +once again walked the familiar path toward the viewscreen. ``U.S.S. +Dooley , this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship +Enterprise . We are on a reconnaissance mission within the Neutral +Zone and have been forced into battle with ships which are obviously +under your control. We request an explanation.'' + +As Riker moved to stand next to his captain, he mentally shook his +head. Picard's knack for understatement in the name of diplomacy +never ceased to amaze him. + +``No response, sir,'' Worf volunteered from his position at the back +of the bridge. + +``Repeat on all frequencies, Mr. Worf. He hears us, all right. He's +letting us sweat for a while. We can wait for him.'' Picard then +walked up next to the helm and navigation console. ``Lieutenant +Shriver, how long will it take you to set up a course which will take +us in a circular path perpendicular to the plane of the probes? I +want it to have a radius of three times that of the probes' ring.'' + +Shriver, still a little shaken by the experience of seeing an old +Federation starship in the Neutral Zone, was taken by surprise by her +captain. She regained her composure, however, and replied a little +unevenly, ``About two minutes, Captain.'' + +Picard smiled down at her and patted her shoulder, ``Fine, Lieutenant, +make it so.'' He then turned his attention to Worf, ``Well, +Lieutenant Worf, tell me about that ship.'' + +Worf shook his head, ``No response to our hail, sir. Sensors show +that the Dooley has been somewhat modified. Extra weapons bays are +evident, perhaps with the weapon which we have seen on the probes. +There are also additional shield generators. I do not pick up any +Hyperion drive indications, however.'' + +``Very well, Lieutenant, reopen the channel. U.S.S. Dooley this is +the Enterprise . Your continued silence is doing nothing to allay our +concern that you are a hostile vessel. Furthermore, considering that +your ship has been off the starfleet roles for almost twenty years, I +believe an explanation for your absence is due. If you continue your +present course of action, we must assume that either the original crew +has turned traitorous against the Federation, or that the original +crew has been replaced by a hostile force. In either case, you are +tempting us to take offensive action against your force.'' + +``We are getting a response, sir, audio only,'' Worf reported. ``I am +putting it over the speakers now.'' + +``A hostile vessel, eh. Now there's a leap of intuition. Enterprise +, you are surrounded by eight modified Nimbus probes and a modified +Nebula class starship all of which have their weapons fully charged +and screens activated. How can we help but be a hostile force?'' + +Data turned to Picard, ``Sir, voice analysis confirms that we are +hearing the voice of Admiral Frederick Esax. It is unusual, however, +that even accounting for aging there is an inexplicable distortion to +his voice. Almost as if his vocal cords were being twisted.'' + +``Indeed? Then let's be on the alert for other `unusual' +occurrences.'' Picard began to walk back toward the front of the +bridge, ``Lieutenant Shriver, as soon as you have plotted your course, +please lay it in and be ready to execute it at warp three. I want to +stop when we come back into the plane of those ships and wait just +long enough for them to begin reacting to the change in our position. +We will then fire that last torpedo and hope we knock out most of +those ships. Finally we'll come back around on the continuation of +the course to a position on the other side of the Dooley . We can +then use the Dooley as a shield against weapons fire from the probes. +Hopefully, this will confuse them long enough for us to fire on the +helpless and non-helpless probes.'' + +``Then we'll have to deal with the Dooley ,'' continued Riker. + +Picard nodded affirmation, ``Then we will have to deal with the Dooley +.'' He then signalled for Worf to reopen the channel to the other +vessel, ``Admiral Esax, it is indeed a pleasure to hear that you are +still alive. Might I also say that it is quite a surprise as well.'' + +The disembodied voice of the admiral replied, ``Very good, Captain. +It is nice to see that Federation crews have not decreased in +efficiency over these past years. And yours, Captain, is one of the +best. Your ship and her successes are well known to me, Jean-Luc +Picard. We have attempted to stay in touch with all the goings on in +both Federation and Romulan space. I must say that you, Picard, and +your Romulan counterpart, Kareel, are probably the most successful +commanding officers on either side. We were taken by surprise when +you did not destroy one another here in the Neutral Zone. We are not, +however, surprised at your great success against our probes since your +alliance. It has been a worthwhile fight, it will be a shame to end +it.'' + +``I believe that thanks for your praise would be somewhat +inappropriate at this time, Admiral,'' Picard responded. ``Would you +mind telling me why you are located in the Neutral Zone and just how +those probes happen to have combined Federation and Romulan +technology?'' Picard walked back to his command chair and sat down. +As he did so, he started signalling to Data and Worf from his comm +padd to make ready for the offensive move. + +``Picard, you are in no position to make demands. You are outnumbered +and outgunned. I will tell you, however, because it is a story which +deserves to be told. But I must warn you, any even mildly hostile +move on your part and I will be forced to have the probes attack your +ship. They may not destroy you, but the Enterprise will wind up +damaged enough that my ship will not have any trouble in dispatching +you. + +Esax began his monologue, ``We were patrolling the edge of the Neutral +Zone. Twenty years ago was the period of the last Romulan agression. +They had recently attacked a Klingon settler planet and Starfleet had +come to the rescue. Your predecessor ship, the Enterprise C, was +destroyed in that battle. I had lost some good friends in that +engagement and I was out for revenge against the Romulans. I was also +angry with Starfleet command, because some of those deaths would have +been avoided had they the foresight to continue with the Nimbus +project. With the addition of Soongh's positronic brains, they would +have been fair match for the Romulans and no lives would have been +lost. As you can see, I was right. The probes are a superior fighting +force.'' + +Picard did not bother to respond, and Esax did not wait to continue. +``We happened across a Delebrian cargo vessel during our patrol along +the Neutral Zone. After we ascertained that it was not a Romulan +ship, we opened communication with it and asked to board her to make +sure it was not trading with the Romulans. When the boarding party +returned, they brought the captain of that ship over to negotiate +their continued passage with me. They had been to the edges of known +space and had found some very interesting artifacts. They had also +discovered a previously unknown lifeform, and they were anxious to +present it to the Federation. + +Here, Esax paused, obviously choosing his words well for the next +part. He then seemed to jump ahead in his narrative. ``The Neutral +Zone, Captain, is a lawless area. Even I could see that twenty years +ago. Caught between two agressor spheres of influence, it is under +the control of neither. Thus, a man with ideas of independence need +only go in there undetected and thus begin to build an empire. My +patrols had discovered a planet within the Zone which would be an +ideal base of operations from which to accomplish this. Over the +years people from both sides have come to join me. With their help, +our Outlaw world became possible. With their ideas, the probes which +you have been engaging became a reality. We have weaponry designed +jointly by the Rihansu and Federation citizens. We have a modified +Hyperion channel drive which incorporates a technology never seen +before on either side. While we have waited, we have planned. +Planned an assault on the short-sighted powers which forced us to come +here. The attacks on the starbases and outposts along the Neutral +Zone were against both sides, as you know. They were meant to goad +the Romulans and Federation into a war. The victor of which would +then be ripe for conquering. No victor of a war is ever fully able to +fight yet another enemy. + +``You have been the foil to that plan twice now, Picard. There won't +be a third time.'' + +``Twice?'' Picard now asked, truly perplexed. ``I don't recall +another time.'' + +``You don't? Ah, perhaps I have not been explicit enough. The first +stage of the attack was to gain control over Starfleet command. With +them under our control, war would have been a certainty. We even +tried to get you, Picard, but you managed to evade us.'' + +``Take over Starfleet?'' Riker suddenly had a flash of understanding, +``Captain, the creatures which took over the minds of the Starfleet +admiralty and lured us back to Earth. Could it be?'' + +``You have a very perceptive First Officer, Picard. They refer to +themselves as the Qelb, although they seldom refer to themselves +alone. They assume a symbiotic relationship with their host, and they +are linked telepathically with their queen. They actually share the +consciousness of all their hosts, and the hosts share the Qelb +consciousness, too. You don't know what you have missed, Picard. +Perhaps, if you dropped your shields, we might avoid any more deaths +and you could join us. They are really quite beautiful, you know.'' + +Suddenly a visual feed from the Dooley came onto the screen and +Picard's eyes narrowed as he stared with horror at Esax's visage. He +remembered the bulging, pulsating neck of Lieutenant-Commander Remmick +who had been the host for the Qelb queen back on Earth. Here he was +seeing the same sight on his viewscreen, no wonder it had sounded like +his vocal cords were being twisted. He had been repulsed then, and he +was repulsed now. It was obvious that Esax was no longer the hero of +the Federation, he was now a captive and a slave of the Qelb. The +thought of becoming a mindless servant to those scorpion-like beings +was horrific. ``I'd rather rot in hell, Esax, or whatever you call +yourself. Now, Shriver. Engage.'' + +Immediately, the Enterprise leaped from a halt in space to Warp 3. +The superstructure of the ship groaned with the strain of the immense +forces it had to undergo as she executed the tight turn that +Lieutenant Shriver had plotted. But Picard knew the limitations of +his ship, it would hold together. + +As they halted at the end of the first part of the maneuver, Picard +called to Worf to hold his fire until ordered. The probes +automatically began to move as soon as they relocated the Enterprise +on their sensors. Picard hoped that Esax would not catch on to the +purpose of the flight until it was too late. As it was, six of the +probes were now within the blast radius and the last two were +approaching fast. Seconds ticked by and Picard knew he could wait no +longer, Esax would not allow the probes to continue on automatic once +he realized what Picard was doing. + +``Mr. Worf, fire your torpedo. Mr. Data, resume the maneuver now.'' +The final photon torpedo left the Enterprise and streaked toward its +target. The probes were already attempting to scatter, but it was too +late. The torpedo exploded in their midst and the fireball spread +out, disabling those probes it enveloped. Only one of them avoided +being incapacitated, and now it headed for the Dooley . + +Meanwhile, the Enterprise completed another structure straining turn +and halted abaft the Dooley . Taken by surprise and perhaps slowed by +the symbiosis of the Qelb, Esax and his crew had not the time to react +to the Enterprise's swift change of position. Picard took advantage +of the situation and ordered Worf to fire upon the disabled probes and +take them out of the fight. Once again, the Enterprise's phasers +easily destroyed the helpless probes. By the time Worf had completed +his task, only the Dooley and the one probe remained. The odds were +now more even. + +Esax's voice now bellowed over the communications channel his face red +with fury and his neck rippling with agitation, ``That was a very +foolish move, Picard. You have left me no choice but to destroy you +now.'' With that, a beam of energy leapt from the Dooley at the +Enterprise . The shields deflected a great deal of the energy, but +even with the modifications that Geordi had made, they could not stop +all of it. The impact of the beam overloaded the inertial +compensators and the Enterprise rocked with the force of contact. + +``What the devil was that?'' called a new voice from the back of the +bridge. La Forge and the Romulan sub-commander Kafarth had just +exited the turbolift while the Enterprise had been firing upon the +Nimbus probes. Now they were picking themselves off the floor. +Geordi hurried to his engineering console. ``Damage in the outer hull +along deck seventeen, sir. Inner hull is intact but stressed. +Personnel are evacuating.'' + +``Sir, energy levels in the shields were off the scale. Starboard +shields held, but will not be able to withstand another impact like +that.'' Worf reported. + +``Mr. Data, present our port side to the Dooley .'' Picard then +noticed that Shriver, the young Lieutenant, was lying next to her +console in a pool of blood. The impact of the energy beam had +obviously slammed her head into her console. Riker had already seen +this and was kneeling next to her. He looked up at Picard and shook +his head, her skull had been fatally fractured. + +``Number One, take over the helm.'' Picard was saddened at the loss, +but unless he thought of something quickly, they would all be in a +similar state. Riker sat at the helm console and began to plot some +evasion courses. It was obvious that the Enterprise would not stand +up to the impact of that weapon many more times. Data restored helm +control over to Riker's console. The First Officer's battle instincts +would outweigh the android's quickness in this situation. + +Worf called urgently, ``Sir, power build up in the location of that +last weapons fire. He's getting ready to hit us again.'' + +``Evasive action, Mr. Riker,'' ordered Picard. + +The Enterprise accelerated to warp one, and executed a hard turn away +from the Dooley . Just as they did this the Dooley fired, once again +the weapon impacted the shields and continued on to hit the hull. The +bridge crew could hear the explosion as the force of it rocked the +Enterprise hard. Kafarth was thrown down to the lower level of the +bridge and began to pick himself up from Picard's feet. Picard helped +him into Riker's chair. + +Geordi quailed as he read the damage report, ``A hit aft of main +engineering, Captain. No damage in the engineering section proper, +but they took out the energy conduits leading to the warp drive. +It'll take days to fix. Outer hull integrity breach in levels sixteen +through nineteen aft of bulkhead four. Personnel have been evacuated. +Dorsal deflector shields have failed, starboard shield has failed. +All but main phasers are without power.'' + +``And main phasers are reporting coolant leaks, personnel have +switched to full automatic and are evacuating.'' Worf added. + +Picard nodded and looked with narrowed eyes at the viewscreen. The +Dooley was full in the screen and he knew that Esax was just waiting +to deliver the killing blow. The weapon they were using was well +beyond Federation or Romulan technology. One side or the other would +be using it if they had it. Therefore the Qelb or one of their +conquered races must have supplied it. + +``Maneuver so our shielded side faces the Dooley , Number One. +Computer, prepare to execute destruct sequence.'' The bridge fell +silent when Picard said this. They all knew, however, that the +Enterprise was in serious danger and that they could not withstand +another direct hit from that weapon. The only way out was to take the +Dooley with them in mutual immolation. + +Data reported that the computer was ready to execute the destruct +sequence and required positive identification from Picard and Riker. +The two officers gave it and the computer indicated it was ready. +Picard chose the countdown time to be three minutes and began the +countdown. + +``Sir, we may be too late. The Dooley's weapons are recharged and +they are maneuvering for the final kill. Energy readings are coming +off the scale.'' + +``Acknowledged, Mr. Worf. Let's hope the shields hold one more +time.'' + +``Sir, a cloaked ship has entered near space. Sensors indicate it's +the Falcon . They are maneuvering between us and the Dooley .'' + +``No!'' Kafarth yelled as the Dooley fired its weapon when the Falcon +came uncloaked. With the damage the Romulan ship had already suffered +it could not handle the energy force from that weapon. It absorbed +the full blast of the beam, and, as the bridge crew of the Enterprise +watched in stunned horror, it exploded with the brilliance of a small +sun. The remaining energy of the blast and the debris of the Falcon +hit the Enterprise and once again the ship rocked under the strain of +impact. + +``Sir, the Falcon was closer to the Dooley than us. The Dooley has +sustained some damage and her shields are down,'' Worf reported. + +``Mr. Worf, lock phasers on target and fire.'' + +The main phasers fired once again and a direct hit was scored in the +auxiliary hull of the Dooley . The coolant leak in the main phaser +array became critical and the phasers initiated their failsafe +shutdown. The Enterprise now lay helpless against the Dooley . + +``Mr. La Forge, how long until some weapons or shielding can be +restored?'' + +``Hours, Captain.'' + +``Understood. Mr. Riker, use impulse power to take us closer to the +Dooley . Our self-destruct explosion will take him out.'' + +``Sir, the Dooley is charging its weapons again.'' + +``Then this is it, gentlemen.'' Picard sat back as the Enterprise +closed with the Dooley . + + +------ + +A lone sentinel had drifted away from its assigned position. It was +now almost to the point where it would automatically shut down so as +not to be a hazard. Sensors then located an object which indicated a +ship. The sentinel sent out a mandatory signal to the vessel for +identification. When no response was received, the target acquisition +circuits re-verified the object as a ship and locked on. Once again +an identity check was sent and this time an incorrect response was +received. The sentinel's designers had known that enemy forces might +take over a ship. If that happened all verify codes would be changed +and if an incorrect sequence was received it would attempt to query +its mother ship. That failing, it would automatically target and +fire. The designers had done their job well. + + +------ + +``Sir, one of the mines has acquired a target and has not received the +correct verify sequence,'' Worf reported, the triumph in his voice was +readily apparent. + +``The Dooley ! Mr. Riker, full reverse power, get us out of here. +Mr. Worf, acknowledge query and fire.'' + +The Enterprise began pulling away from the Dooley as the energy in the +weapons system of the Dooley reached maximum. Just then the photon +torpedo found its mark. Exploding along the connector just below the +saucer section of the starship, it rended the saucer away from the +secondary hull. The energy release caused explosions all along the +outer hull of both sections, tearing great holes along the surface of +the ship. Finally, the engineering section of the Dooley gave way and +in the rush of anti-matter colliding with matter both sections were +immediately vaporized in a flash which blew out many of the sensors in +the Enterprise . As the Enterprise rocked from the impact of some of +the larger pieces of the Dooley , Picard had enough presence of mind +to call the computer to halt the destruct sequence. He then passed +into unconsciousness when a part of the ceiling collapsed and hit his +head. + + +EPILOG +------ + +The Enterprise's battle section was in one piece. It was battered and +scarred from the experience it had undergone, but intact. +Engineering, with the help of sub-commander Kafarth, had managed to +repair the warp drive so that it was now usable, at least to warp one. +It would get them to Starbase 57 where better facilities could fix +them up. + +There had been many injuries among the crew. Mostly from falling +debris kicked loose when the Enterprise felt the explosion of the +Dooley . Even so, none but Lieutenant Shriver had died and for that +Picard was thankful. He now had his head in a bandage and felt like +hell, but he, his crew and his ship were alive. Thirty-six hours had +passed since the incident, and Riker had taken the conn while Picard +was being tended in the sick bay. The first officer had had his hands +full with the repair work on the ship and so had not had a chance to +brief the captain on what had happened. It was now time to remedy +that situation. + +``Will, what happened after the explosion? As I recall, there was +still one of those Nimbus probes left.'' Picard was now on the bridge +sitting back in his command chair talking with his First Officer. + +``There isn't much to tell, sir. Once the Dooley exploded, the +remaining probe sat where it was for quite a while. Recorders +indicate that it was using sensors the whole time, perhaps scanning +for survivors. There were none,'' Riker added needlessly. ``After +about an hour, the probe stopped scanning and emitted an intense burst +of energy which was probably a signal to the Qelb's allies. It was so +powerful that all our energy sensors went off the scale. The probe +then self destructed.'' + +Picard's eyes had widened at the news of the energy burst. ``What +sector of space, Number One?'' + +``Triangulation has shown it to be the same sector of space to which +the Qelb had sent their final signal from Earth,'' Riker replied. +``The junction coordinates appear to be 500 light years away from the +edge of explored Federation space along the Slinth sector.'' + +Picard nodded. Starfleet would have to be informed of this +development quickly. Only recently had an attack from another alien +presence, the Borg, been diverted and the fleet was not yet ready to +handle another assault. A great many ships had been lost in the +previous battle and Starfleet was still in the rebuilding stages. + +``What about the planet? Any signs of additional forces or ships +located there?'' + +``No, sir. From what we've been able to tell, those that remained +planetside chose to kill themselves after the Dooley was destroyed. +All equipment on the planet was destroyed simultaneously with the +self-destruction of the final probe. They apparently didn't want +anyone else getting their secrets.'' + +Picard acknowledged this by sighing. ``That is regrettable. The +information would have been valuable. I would have liked to have had +a chance to examine those weapons they used on the outposts and on +us.'' + +There was also some other uncompleted business. Picard turned to +Kafarth, who had been talking with La Forge at the engineering +console. ``Sub-Commander Kafarth, I must express my sorrow at the +loss of your commander and your ship. You must know, however, that +the Falcon saved us. The Enterprise would not have survived that +shot. Nor would we have taken the Dooley with us. I will be sending +a communications beacon to the nearest Romulan outpost with complete +details of this mission, along with my greatest gratitude for a +warrior who died in the service of the Romulan Empire.'' + +Kafarth had tears in his eyes, which shocked Picard, he had never seen +a Romulan display any emotion but anger. ``Thank you, Captain. He +was a great friend and he deserved better than the Empire gave him. I +wish to stay and continue what he and I would have done had he +survived. I will teach your scientists and engineers the secrets of +the Falcon's modified cloaking device and engines. Perhaps I can also +give you information about a few other items of which you may not be +aware.'' + +``Of this, I have little doubt, Sub-Commander. I also wish to thank +you, for helping get the Enterprise back into one piece.'' + +``This has been my great pleasure, Captain. I have always wanted to +work with a Federation engineer, and Geordi is one of the best +engineers I have had the pleasure to work with.'' + +Geordi grinned with pleasure and some embarrassment, ``The pleasure +has been mine, Kafarth. Your skill is fantastic.'' + +``Enough back patting, gentlemen. You have both done a fine job. Now +let's get back to Starbase 57. We have some people waiting for us, +and no doubt still a little work to do.'' Picard then turned to the +front of the bridge and spoke to the ensign at the helm, ``Ensign, set +a course for Starbase 57 that takes us out of the Neutral Zone as +quickly as possible.'' He turned to Riker seated at his side, ``I +believe that we have been here long enough.'' + +``Agreed, sir,'' affirmed Riker. + +``Course plotted and laid in, sir,'' reported the helmsman. + +``Very well, set speed for warp factor one.'' Picard gestured toward +the front of the bridge, ``Engage.'' + + +------ + +The probe's signal traveled through deep space at a speed which would +have amazed those in the Federation and Romulan empire alike. Even +so, it took weeks for it to arrive and pass its destination. + +The entity which represented the communal intelligence of the Hegemony +brooded over the information transmitted in the message. Rigeur had +not been completely correct about the Qelb being in constant contact +with one another. The telepathy they used had distance limits, hence +a queen was set on both incursions to Federation space. The core of +the Hegemony was a cadre of such queens which controlled the billions +of members of the society. Although information could not be +transferred over the distance to the Neutral Zone, the queens had felt +the death of their fellow and were still reeling from it. The message +confirmed their loss and brought about the time of Decision. + +The beings in the Federation and the Romulan empire had grown +considerably and now represented a greater threat than ever. The +attempt to start a war between these groups of insular beings had +failed. Perhaps, the queens thought, due to the Qelb's lack of +experience with such races. But now they had an even greater need to +act based on the arguments presented by the the humans on the +Federation starbase. This kind of independence could not be +tolerated, the one called Rigeur had hit too close to the mark. + +The Decision was made, unanimously as always. The Hegemony must +attack and conquer the Federation first and then the Romulans. The +Romulans were a warrior race and would be the tougher to conquer, but +the Federation covered a greater volume of space and thus had more +resources which the Hegemony needed. Also, the Federation might come +to the Romulans aid if they were asked. The Romulans would do no such +thing, the entity new with certainty. + +The Decision now made, the queens set about the task of readying for +the assault. It would take time. Time was needed to generate a new +queen to handle the attack and a new queen to handle assimilation. +But time had always worked in favor of the Qelb, it would be no +different now. diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ensignro.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ensignro.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..63400f5f --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ensignro.rev @@ -0,0 +1,201 @@ +WARNING: This article contains heavy spoiler information for this week's TNG +episode, "Ensign Ro". Those sentients who've not yet seen the episode and who +don't wish foreknowledge of it are advised to depart now. + +"Darmok" it wasn't...but it wasn't too bad, either.. + +This one's going to be tough to grade, no doubt about it. I suppose I'll +puzzle it out somehow...but first, a synopsis: + +After the Solarion 4 settlement is destroyed, and a race called the Bajora +claims responsibility, Picard meets with Admiral Kennelly, who tells him that +the Bajoran responsible is a terrorist leader named Orta. (The Bajorans' +homeworld was annexed by the Cardassians generations ago--they've been +refugees ever since.) Picard's mission is to find Orta, and to get him back +to the Bajoran settlement camps "any way he can". Kennelly offers amnesty to +Orta, but nothing more than promises beyond it. + +A possible snag in this mission is the very thing Kennelly proposed to help +it: the presence of one Ensign Ro Laran, a Bajoran. Her past record is such +that virtually no one on board wants her there (including Picard), but +Kennelly insists she can be of help. She comes on board, with a sour +disposition light-years across. + +Despite her attitude, she manages to be of some help. Due in large part to +her suggestions and efforts, Picard manages to locate Orta, and they head to +the third moon of Vallor 1, his base. After Guinan takes an interest in Ro +(despite Ro's opposition, and to the extent of calling her a friend), however, +Ro receives a private communication from Admiral Kennelly. Everything is +"going as [he] predicted," she tells him... + +The next morning, the away team (Picard, Troi, Worf, and Data) prepare to beam +down, and find that Ro did so six hours ago. They follow her, and are +promptly captured by Orta and his people. Orta, horribly disfigured as a +result of Cardassian torture, tells them that he felt abducting them was +necessary, and says that the Bajora were _not_ responsible for the attack. +(Ro had beamed down early to try to stop the bloodshed she was convinced the +mission will eventually come to.) + +Picard is somewhat inclined to believe Orta, especially since Troi sensed no +deception from him. However, he confines Ro to quarters for her unauthorized +beam-down. She broods in her quarters, but Guinan again comes to the rescue, +coaxing enough out of her to find that much more is going on than originally +thought, and she convinces Ro to talk to Picard (and convinces Picard to +listen, equally importantly). + +Ro reveals that she was given a different mission by Kennelly: to offer Orta +Federation weapons in exchange for returning to the camps. (He also gave her +authorization for her beam-down.) However, with Orta's revelation, she no +longer knows what to do or whom to trust. Picard decides that the best course +might be to actually _take_ Orta back to the camps, and then "see what +happens"... + +As the Enterprise escorts a Bajoran cruiser [at half impulse, the cruiser's +top speed] to the camp, however, two Cardassian ships cross the border and +forcefully "request" that the Enterprise leave this "terrorist" ship to them. +Picard initially refuses, and is given an hour. Kennelly, far from helping, +insists that the Cardassian treaty is the more important issue, and orders +Picard to withdraw--even after Picard openly states his belief that Kennelly +was working with the Cardassians to draw Orta out so that they could destroy +him. + +Picard withdraws, and the Bajoran cruiser is destroyed. However, Kennelly is +surprised to hear that no one was on board! (Picard and Ro, suspecting a chain +of events like this might occur, planned it.) Picard informs Kennelly that +the Bajoran ships are so old and obsolete that they were incapable of +attacking the Solarion 4 settlement, and suggests that the Cardassians staged +everything, hoping to find someone like Kennelly, naive enough to help them +solve their problems. All is well--and Ro, after Picard challenges her to +stay in Starfleet, stays on. + +There, that should do. Now, some thoughts, such as they are: + +I started off _extremely_ skeptical. Apart from the first minute, a truly +awful scene with the barber we've seen in the background once or twice [and +which made me believe the "beauty salon" set has really been a waste of +effort--the only half-decent scene we've had in it so far was in "Data's +Day"], the first 10-15 minutes virtually *screamed* "This is TNG's take on the +Israeli-Palestinian conflict" at me. I wouldn't fault TNG for trying to +tackle the issue--but this was looking poorly executed, and was looking about +as subtle as a live grenade. Bleah. + +However, somewhere in there...it changed. Radically, and for the better. I +think it must've been around the time Ro had her private communication from +Kennelly--suddenly, it looked like this *wasn't* just a poorly-done "TNG +moralizes until half the audience retches" show. (I don't think there've been +quite as many as some seem to think, but there've certainly been a +few--"Symbiosis" comes to mind as a vivid example...) Suddenly, there was +something more to it--and something much more interesting. + +The main thing that kept me interested early on (as interested as I was, +anyway) was Ro herself. She originally looked like something of a plot +device, but man, she was a *feisty* plot device. Michelle Forbes did a vastly +better job here than she did as Timicin's daughter in "Half a Life," I must +say. (And TNG's definitely getting a better class of guest stars--first +Winfield's performance last week, and now hers. Keep it up, folks...) I +wasn't hugely interested in her background (although I *did* want to know more +of the details of what she did that got everyone so pissed, and I'm a little +miffed we didn't get them), but something about her kept me watching. + +The second half of the show was vastly better. Ro's turnaround was slightly +forced (as my wife put it, she and Sela really should get together for a major +angst-wrestling match sometime :-) ), but it was fairly believable, thanks +mostly to Guinan's presence. And for once, TNG avoided its too-common "rushed +ending" problem, and had the fifth act as the *best* one of the episode. As +in "Redemption II" [although it's about the only thing the shows share], +Picard's strategizing is one of the more interesting things to watch. + +Some bits didn't ring true, though, mostly early on. For example: + +--Once again, Riker was *too* hostile and bullying. I had no problem with him +voicing lots of distaste for having her on board to Picard in private, or with +his reminder about "proper uniform code" when she first came on board. But +his little spiel (bellowed, of course) about how lots of officers wait years +to serve on this ship, and she doesn't care, etc., has simply got to go. As +with "Darmok", I'm not sure the problem was hugely in the writing, so much as +in Frakes's playing of it. Someone get this man back to directing! :-) + +--Most of the scene with Keeve Falor completely failed to hold my interest. +[Well, all right, *after* Michelle Forbes takes off her jacket. She *was* +rather attractive, after all. :-) ] The arguments are ones I'd heard before +(and more interestingly), and Picard's eventual solution struck me as buying +his way out of the problem, which I found a little distasteful. + +--This started out as a major objection, and was fortunately improved upon +later. I originally thought "wait a second...here we have this ensign whom +virtually no one on board likes or trusts, and yet she manages to beam down by +herself without authorization and the transporter operator *doesn't tell +anyone about it*? What?" Fortunately, at least the "authorization" bit was +cleared up, thanks to Adm. Kennelly. I still think Riker would have set +something up to keep a closer eye on her movements, though. + +--The conference itself was fine (especially Ro's points), but Bev's +statements about the diplomat being a good dancer seemed a little incongruous. +This is a delicate negotiation we're heading into... + +Okay. As to the rest of the performances...hmm. Stewart did a good job, as +usual (although not stellar; nothing close to last week, certainly). Whoopi +did an excellent job--if I'm ever a starship captain, I definitely want a +quirky Time Lord on staff. :-) Cliff Potts was interesting as Kennelly--at +first, I was annoyed that he seemed to be so rash, but it turned out that that +was completely intentional, so he's covered. :-) + +The direction was...mixed. More specifically, some of the scenes themselves +seemed a little poorly done (I'd really have liked a little background music +during Ro's big "why I had to do this" speech, for example--it dragged +horribly), but some of the cuts between them were excellent. (The two I'm +thinking of are Ro's "and he won't ask you to dance"/cut right to the +beam-down, and Guinan's trust of "one man"/cut right to Picard.) + +That would seem to cover that. :-) Some more random thoughts... + +--That was a very weird-looking Cardassian. Small problem with the makeup? + +--I also noticed that the Cardassian's name was *Gul* Dolak. Is "Gul" a +title, a la the Ferengi DaiMon? I didn't think so before, but now it's +looking likely. + +--Picard's jacket returns. :-) + +--Nice work, Worf, getting yourself and Picard captured like that without a +struggle. :-) + +--The Cardassians are still being portrayed as somewhat subtle, scheming +backstabbers. Suits me fine--I was worried that they'd come back as a more +peaceful race. + +--Mike Shappe mentioned this to me back around "Redemption II", but it's a +reasonably valid point here, too. All of Picard's strategizing definitely +makes me think that like Kirk, Picard will one day become an Admiral--and that +unlike Kirk, Picard will take to it like a duck to water. He's a chess +player--and that's the stuff Admiralty is made of. (Good thing, too--seems +that everyone else of that rank is either obnoxious, stupid, or both. :-) ) + +That would mostly seem to be that, I think. It starts off slow (and doesn't +look promising), but it definitely improves. Thus, the numbers... + +Plot: 7. It wasn't clear at all what sort of tack the show was taking at + first, and it should have been. +Plot Handling: 5. Too ssssssslllllllllllllooooooooooowwwwwwwww at the + beginning, by a long shot. +Characterization: 9. A bit off for Riker (again), but everyone else was + strong, especially Stewart and Forbes (the two most visible). + +TOTAL: 7. Music and FX were about average, so no rounding up or down. + +NEXT WEEK: + +Tim has candidacy exams, and thus doesn't see the show or write a review until +Friday or Saturday. Oh...the show? + +The "giant snowflake" from Data's past is back, and it's pissed. Film at 11. + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"Mind if we join you?" +"Yes." + --Troi and Ro, "Ensign Ro" +-- +Copyright 1991, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enterpri b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enterpri new file mode 100644 index 00000000..098e79a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/enterpri @@ -0,0 +1,897 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!darwin.sura.net!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG _Enterprized_ part 1 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1993 14:50:37 GMT +Lines: 58 + +This is a next Generation story +All spelling errors are to be ingored + +Written by Stephen Ratliff +Comments welcome + +______________________________________________________________ + E N T E R P R I Z E D by Stephen Ratliff +______________________________________________________________ + PROLOGUE + + "Evasive Maneuvers, fire phasers, LT. Yarr," Lueitenant +Richard Casteel said as three romulan warbirds sircled the +Enterprise-C casually firing on it. The Romulans soon took +the Enterprise seriously as it destoryed a warbird. The +responce was quick. + "Lieutenant sheilds are down and phasers are at 10%," +Yar informed her comanding officer. As she completed her +comment she noticed something else. "Romulan transporters are +active." + "Get those sheilds up, Now!" Casteel orderd. + "Enginneering reports that they are unable to do so," +an ensign said. + "Sir, Romulans are in enginneering," Yarr exclaimed. + Suddenly five romulans materailized on the bridge. "The +subcommander in charge said, "Surrender or die." Lieutenant +Casteel got up from his seat and said, "Never." He reached for +his phaser. He never touched it as the subcommander vaporized +him. + "Any more takers for death?" + + Chapter One + +Captains Log STARDATE 47567.25 +The Enterprise has be ordered on a interesting mission. We will +be time travelling to resuce the Enterprise C from Romulus. In +order to inprove our chances I ame taking the inventor of a +cloaking device on board. + + "Captain the USS Galaxy has signaled that the inventor +is ready to beam aboard." Worf said. + "Number One, Counselor," Picard said as he got up from his +comfortable chair. "Dr. Chrusher, LaForge report to transporter +room 3," Picard said after tapping his commicator. + "What did Admiral Edwards not withhold about our inventor," +Picard asked. + "He is young and secretive," Troi said. + "Anything I don't know?" + "I guess not." + The threesome left the turbolift and proceed to the +transporter room. Apon entering The room Geodi informed them, +"Docter Chursher will be a late. She said to go ahead with out +her." + "Beam him aboard then" +------------------------CUT-HERE-------------------------------- +Part Two to be sent Wednesday December 1 + +Stephen Ratliff at Radford U. Computer Science Major. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!darwin.sura.net!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 2 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1993 14:54:14 GMT +Lines: 80 + +This is a Next Generation story. +Spell checker is down. + +Written by Stephen Ratliff +Comments welcome + +----------------------------------------------------------- + E N T E R P R I Z E D +..............................................part 2....... + +Chapter 1 on cont. + + Westly Chrusher materized on the transporter disk. "Hi," +He said. After noting some surprised looks around the room, +he said, "You did ask for the inventor of a cloaking device +or did I take the wrong ship?" + "I beleive we did," Riker said. "Right Captain?" + "I seem the recall doing so," Picard confirmed. + "Why the secretcy Wes," Geordi asked as he came around +the console to greet Westly. + "How else can I surprise my mom?" Wes asked. + As Westly completed the sentence, Dr Chrusher entered +the room. "Hi Mom," Westly said. Dr Chrusher fainted into +Picard's arms who lowed her to the floor. + "I didn't think I'd surprise her that much," Westly +said. + Picard looked around and ordered, "Number One, take the +Docter to Sickbay. The rest of us will get ready for the 0800 +mission briefing." + + The Crew was seated around the table in the observation +lounge. Westly Chrusher, however was standing by the viewscreen +"This device will cloak all the ship but the forward 8 meters +of the saucer section." Westly said. "So we should leave the saucer +section behind. It will However cover the Enterprise-C with room +to spare." + "That means we will need some one to crew the saucer +section and we don't have crew to spare," Picard said . +"Suggestions?" + "We could use the kid's crew," Westly suggested. + "Kid's crew," Riker said, "who's idea was that?" + "Marrissa Flores," Westly said. "She formed it after +she was trapped in the turbo lift with Captain Picard." + "I know young Marrissa," Picard said, "but I refuse +to put children at risk." + "What was you _Kobayshi_Maru_ time Captain," Westly +asked. + "15 minutes but I don't see how that helps out," +Picard said. + "Marrissa's is 20," Westly replied. + "20 minutes my time was 13," Riker said. + "Mine was 14:03.467879," Data said. + "We should make sure this young lady gets into Starfleet +Academy," Picard said. "The Kid's crew gets a go-ahead. How long +before Engineering is ready for this mission?" + "12 Hours, Captain," Geordi said. + "Saucer separation will occur at 2300 hours," Picard said. +"We depart for Romulus via timetravel at 0100 hours. Meeting +adjourned." + +Chapter 2 +^^^^^^^^^ + Captain Picard was drinking a cup of earl gray tea when +Marrissa Floras arrived. "Come," He said when she rang his doorbell +Marrissa came in and sat down. "I called you here be cause you might +be able to solve a small personal promblem I have," Picard said. + "How small?" Marrissa asked. + "Saucer section command crew," Picard informed. + "And why me?" + "Your 20 mintute _Kobayshi_Maru_ time." + "You are out of date. It's 21:32 now." + "I would like to know your command crew if possible" + "Jay Gordan for first officer, Clarrissa Sutter, Chief +Engineer, and Alexander for Chief of security. I'll have to review +a little to find the best for the rest." + "You start at 1800 hours." Picard said. + Marrissa skipped out of the room and into the aft turbolift. + +===========================Cut=Here================================= +Stephen Ratliff at Radford U. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!darwin.sura.net!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 3 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Mon, 6 Dec 1993 16:56:55 GMT +Lines: 96 + +==================================================================== + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +---------------------------------------------part 3----------------- + +Chapter 2 Cont. + + Marrissa and 4 other children entered the bridge a few minutes +before 1600 hours. Captain Picard was there along with Beta Shift. +"Ah, Marrissa right on time," Picard said. "I assum this is your bridge +crew." + "Correct," Marrissa said and sensing that he wanted +interductions, "Jay Gordan Craig who will act as my first officer. +Clara Sutter, my chief Enginneer who will leave for saucer engineering +in an hour. Alexander, Chief of Security; Patterson Supra, helmsman; +and Ro Narys science and ops; round out my Alpha shift. Jay also takes +command of Beta Shift, and Clara of Gamma. Alpha wil be on duty till +0100 gamma till 0900 and normal rotation there after." + "It seems you have every thing fingured out," Picard said +"You and your crew have the bridge." Picard and the Beta shift left +the bridge. + As Alexander took over Tactical from his father (who normal +commands Beta shift), He noticed a vessel crossing the Neurtal Zone. +"Captain, a vessel is crossing the Romulan Neurtral Zone," Alexander +said. "It is shuttle craft size and unarmed. It is on an intercept +coarse." + "Hail them, Notify Captain Picard," Marrissa said. + "Incoming Message," Alexander said + "On Screen," Marrissa said in her best Picard imtation. Spock +appeared. "This is Marrissa Floras Captain of the U.S.S Enterprise's +Kid's Crew. How may I be of assitance?" + "I am Ambassidor Spock," Spock replied. "Permission to land +in your shuttlebay." Finally noticing the fact that only children +were on the the bridge he asked, "What are you doing on the bridge? +I thought Captain Picard did allow children on the bridge." + "Commanding the saucer section," Marrissa said. She consulted +her PADD and said, "Land in shuttlebay 2. Mr Alexander will guild you +in. Mr. Data will meet you on arrival. Enterprise out." + + Spock stepped out of his shuttle to meet Data. "Mr. Data why +are children in command of the bridge?" + "We are unable to cloak with the saucer section attached," Data +said. "Also the regular crew is need for are mission to resucue the +Enterprise-C. Westley Crusher suggested that the kids now in command +of the bridge could do the job. The Girl in command has a 20 minute +Kobayshi Maru time." + "Logical." + The two science officers porceeded to the battle bridge. + + Spock entered the battle bridge ready room. "Captain, +I Have new information on the Enterprise-C." he said. "Also I +have found out what happened to Tasha Yarr." + "Good," Picard said "Lets start with the Enterprise-C" + "The Enterprise-C was fully repared and ready to enbark on a +spy mission for the Romulan Empire," Spock said. "It mystriosly warped +out of orbit. I was unable to find the exact STARDATE but it was some +5 years after its disappearance not before STARDATE 35070." + "And Yarr" + "She disappeard in a Federation Transporter Beam a day after +the Enterprise-C. I have the coordinates ot the mystrious +disappearance." + "Give them to the transporter chief." + + At 2340 the Gamma Shift crew enter the battle bridge to join +Captain Picard. As Picard sat down Marrissa informed him from the +Main bridge, "Saucer section ready. All personal who are going with +you are in your section." + "Thank you Marrissa," Picard said. "Seal all connecting +cooridors and turbolifts, Mr Data." + "All Turbolifts cleat," Data said. "Corridors and turbolifts +have been sealed, Captain." + "Released docking latches." + "Docking latches released." + "Marrissa set a coarse 120 mark 90," Picard said. "Engage." +the Enterprise Split appart. + "We are clear of the saucer," Data said. + "Captain I'll see you at DS9," Marrissa said over the intercom. +"Saucer out." + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- +Sorry I'M late. +Excuse My liberal inclusion of charactor +Note the following as source of charactors +Diasater Marrissa Floras + Jay Gordan Craig + Patterson Supra +Imaginary Friend + Clara Sutter +Alexander > any Worf Episode after season 5? + +Next posting some time this week + + Stephen Ratliff at + Radford U. + +ANYTHING CAN AND WILL HAPPEN. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 4 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1993 00:24:24 GMT +Lines: 55 + +I got on a roll here is part 4 + +======================================================================= + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +-----------------------------------------------------part 4---------- + + Chapter Three + ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ +Captain's Log Supplemental + We have initiated saucer seperation and are traveling +toward the neurtal zone. I have left Marrissa Floras in charge +of the saucer section with orders to proceed to DS9. We are about +to time travel back to retrive the Enterprise-C. + Westley Crusher entered and sat down at one of the battle +bridge's aft stations. "Captain cloaking device has been installed. +We can time travel cloaked." + "Engage Cloaking Device," Picard order. THe Enterprise +shimmered and disappeared. "Excute Slingshot maneuver," THe ship +went into warp around a nearby star. The out lines of a galaxy +class ship appeared for a moment and was gone. + Suddenly the Enterprise stopped. Picard asked," Mr Data, +Crurrent STARDATE?" + "37568.1993," Data replied. + "Set a coarse for Romulas, Ensign Ro," Picard said. "Data +you have the bridge." + + ...Any more takers for death" the Romulan subcomander said. +Tasha Yarr woke up with a start. She went into her daughters room +and stroked Sela's long blond hair. :I can't let her grow up on +Romulas. I can't stand it myself. Its worse than where I grew up: +She thought. :Maybe I can get the shuttlecraft working: + + At 0100 hours Marrissa left the bridge in Clara's hands. +As she walked to her quarters, she wondered; Do I have the ablity +to sucessfully get this ship though a battle if nessary? Do I ... + + As the Stardrive section that entered Romulan orbit, cloaked of +coarse. Worf called out," I have located the Enterprise-C." + "On screen," Picard said. The Enterprise-C appeared on +the screen. It appears to be freshly painted. Its warp engines +glowed. "Worf, how many people are on board." + "15 total," Worf replied. "3 on the bridge, 1 in transproter +room 2, 2 in sickbay, and 9 in engineering." + "Ready boarding parties, Number one," Picard said. + +------------------------------------------------------------------ +Part 5 will be posted within 5 days. +Comments welcome + +Stephen Ratliff at Radford U. + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + + + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!hobbes.physics.uiowa.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 5 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Thu, 9 Dec 1993 19:42:22 GMT +Lines: 79 + +Sorry about the delay Radford University computers ate my first +try on this part. +======================================================================= + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +-------------------------------------------------------part 5---------- + Chapter Four + ^^^^^^^^^^^^ +Captain's Log Stardate 37569.6 + Having asembled all that we can of the cloaking device for the +Enterprise-C, we are about to board the older Enterprise. + + Worf, Westley, Geodi, Lts. Floras and Barckay, and another +security officer beamed into enginneering. As soon as Worf matterized +with his phaser ready he said, "Put your hands up." One romulan was +not cooperitive. His Disrupter vaporized Lt. Floras. The remainer +of the boarding party stunned the nine romulan enginneers into +cooperation. + + Meanwhile on the bridge of the Enterprise-C, Riker and five +security officers beamed in. Riker's team lost one officer, an Ensign +Floras, when the Romulan commanding officer (the same officer who +killed Casteel) fired on his team. However, Riker's team prevailed. + + As the others took up their assignments Doctors Crusher and +Gavar, took out the two in SickBay with their hyposprays and a little +percesion transprort beaming. Data took over the transporter room +in a simmalar fassion only he used a Vulcan Nick Pinch. + + "Riker to Boarding parties" + "La Forge, Enginneering secure. One death, Lt Floras. The ship +seems to be in good repair." + "His wife doed as well," Riker said. "Data?" + "Transporter Room secure," Data said. "No problems." + "Dr. Crusher?" Riker inquired. + "Sickbay secure," Crusher said. + "La Forge, Data, and Crusher," Riker order, "Beam over to the +Enterprise-D with your prisoners. Riker out. Riker to Enterprise-D." + "Picard here, how did it go Will." + "The ship is secure you may beam over my crew," Riker said. +"Two deaths, Lt and Ensign Floras." + "You get to inform Marrissa Commander Riker," Picard said. + "I'm not looking forward to it," Riker said. "Riker out." + +Cheif Engineer's Log USS Enterprise NCC-1701-C +Lieutenant Reginald Barclay III recording + We have spent the past four hours installing the cloaking +device and are now seaching for tracking devices. + + "Here is another one, Lieutenant," Westley said as the +two crawled down a jefferies tube. + "Thats the 508th one we've found," Barclay said. "The Romulans +are sure into overkill." + + That very morning Tasha and Sela went for a walk. It was a +beutiful morning, the romulan version of birds were singing and the +flowers were in bloom. Tasha turned into a cave. At the back of the +yellow cave was a shuttle craft. It bore the inscription NCC-1701-C +USS Enterprise. + "What is this mother," Sela asked. + "A shuttle from my last post in the faederation fleet," her +mother replied. + +------------------------------------------end part 5------------------- +Part 6 may come tommarrow. if not it will be posted in the 2nd week of +January. + +Authors Note: + Lt. and Ensign Floras are Marrissa's parents. + now taking suggestions on foster or adoptive + parents. Suggestions will be taken intill + 1-11-94. + I wil not be on the net between 12-16-93 and + 1-09-94. + + Stephen Ratlif at Radford U. + email : sratliff@rucs3.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + +Next part : Romulan detechtion and Cardassian battle. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 6 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1993 17:42:31 GMT +Lines: 134 + +This Post will be reposte when I get back from Winter Break + +================================================================== + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +---------------------------------------------------part 6--------- + + Chapter Five + ^^^^^^^^^^^^ +Captain's Log STARDATE 37570.2 USS Enterprise NCC-1701-C +Commander William T. Riker recording + + The Enterprise is now ready to go as all staff is +on board. Note crew list {Apendix attached to part}. + + "Commander two Romulan warbird are on an intercept coarse +with us," Worf said. ":There weapons are charging.~ + "Looks like we have been discovered," Riker said. "Inform +the Enterprise-D. Westley Crusher, to the bridge." + "Captain Picard is hailing us," Worf said. + "On Screen," Riker said. + "What seems to be the Problem, Will," + "Two unfriendly Romulan Warbirds," Riker said. + "Lead them out of the system." Picard orded. "Then lose +them with your cloaking device. Picard out." + Westley Crusher arrived on the brigde. "Take helm, Wes," +Riker said. "Plot a coarse 134 mark 179, full impluse. Warp when +we clear the system. And keep us ahead of them and away from their +shots." + The Enterprise shot out of orbit. Roulan warbird followed +out it like sharks after a bloody fish. The gained on the +Enterprise as it left the system. They opened fire but Wes made +aquick evasive manuaveur and went into warp. The Romulans started +to gain on the Enterprise agian as she passed warp 4. Westly was +visablely sweating. + When Riker noticed this he said," Go to warp 8. Worf cloak +us in 30 secords." + The Enterprise shot forward. The Romulans increased speed. +However the Enterrprise-C disappeared from ther sensors. + + "Marrissa to the bridge. RED ALERT. Marrissa to the bridge." +The alarm woke Marrissa she jumped in to her boots (She slept in her +unform) and ran to the waiting turbolift. "Bridge," She ordered. As +the trubolift sped to its destination, she wondered what was goning +on to call Red Alert deep inside Federation space. The Turbolift +doors opened. On screen was a Cardassian warship. "What's going on." + "The Cardassian captian opened commication with a phaser +bolt," Clara said. "Then asked for us to surrender. I told him +I had to get the Commanding officer. He is waiting for you reply." + "Open a Channel," Captain Marrissa Floras said. + Gul Ducat appeared on screen. "This is Captain Marrissa +Floras of the Federation starship Enterprise. Why do you want us +to surrender," Maarrissa said confededently. "In fact why are you +56.1 Parsec from the nearest Carrdassain Space and 50 parces inside +federation space?" + "Why do I what you to surender," Gul Ducet said. "You are a +bunch of kids no kids should ever command a starship. And I'm here +to attack Earth." + "I can see that you better aplogies for you insults and +leave Federation Space," Marrissa said. "You can start with the +treat to attack earth. Then the incursion on Federation Space +and ending with that comment concerning my crew." + "Why should I apoligies to a child," Gul Ducet sneered. +As the Gul concluded he cut off commacations and opened fire. + "Mr Alexander return the favor," Marrissa ordered. +"Mr Supra evasive pattern Mozart Jupiter. Clara, prepare to match +ore shields to the Cardassians." + The Saucer section movered about evading the Cardassian ships +fire by as much as 20 meters. Gul Ducet began to get mad at his +weapons officer. + "Patterson take us in to the dorsal side of the Cardassian +ship," Marissa ordered. "Change evassive to Morning. Clara match +Cardassian shields." + "Sheilds matched," Clara said as they neaared the cardassian +ship. "Their sheild engery is begining to follow to coarse of ours." + "Alexander fire ventral pahsers," Marrissa ordered. "Target +tropedos on their only phaser bay." + The Enterprise hit the Cardassian ship hard knocking out the +engins and wepons. The Sheild remainded up but they containd both +ships. The Cardasian ship was unable to respond in any more. + "Alexander set phasers for light hull scoring," Marrissa +ordered. "End all other firing and inscribe 'I lost to a bunch of +kids' on the hull. Open a channel when you are done." + After a moment Gul Ducet appeared on the screen. "I +surrender." he said. + +Captain's Log STARDATE 47072.1 USS Enterprise saucer section +Marrissa Floras recording. + Captain Morris and the Arizona have aarrived to take the +Cardassian ship to it`s space by way of Deep Space Nine. We have +resumed coarse and wil arrive about 2 hours ahead of them. + +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +Part 7 will be posted inthe 2nd or 3rd week of Januaary. +This Part will be reposted as soon as I get back from Winter Break. + +Apendix A Enterprise-C Crew + +Commanding Officer CMD William T. Riker +First Officer CPT Spock +Tactical LT. Worf +Chief Engineeer LT. Reginald Barclay III +Helm Westly Crusher + +Apendix B Enterprise saucer section crew + +Commanding officer Marrissa Floras +First Officer Jay Gordan Craig +Chief Engineer Clara Sutter +Helm Patterson Supra +OPs and Science Ro Narys +Tractical Alaxander + + +Looking for + Foster or adoptive parents for Marrissa + Presnt sugestions inculde + votes Choice + 11 Picard + 5 Riker + 2 Worf + 1 La Forge + 1 Troi (with Riker) + 1 Crusher + New names to rename the Enterprise-C + +Suggestions welcome. + + Stephen Ratliff + at Radford University + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + +ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN (and just might) + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!darwin.sura.net!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: TNG Enterprized part 07 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Wed, 19 Jan 1994 15:52:04 GMT +Lines: 77 + +It's finally here part 07 + +====================================================================== + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +--------------------------------------------------part 07------------ + + Chapter Six + ^^^^^^^^^^^ + +Captain's Log STARDATE 37571.5 USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D stardrive +Captain Jean-Luc Picard recording + Having acoplished all of our objectives, we have met the +Enterprise-C and are about to return to our time. + + The Enterprise-C shot forward unseen except for the alst +second before time travel when it was surounded by sparks. The +Federations leading design engineer was passing by in a small +runabout. He was also at the helm when the Enterprise-D repeated the +manuever. + + The Enterprises C&D decloaked. "Captain there is a battle +going on to the starboard," Yarr said. + "On Screen," Picard replied. A constution class starship was +battling two romulan warships. + "I think we have a problem," Ensign Ro said looking at the +screen. + "How so?" Picard said. + "That's the Enterprise-A," Ros replied. "It's the starship +in the Federation Starship museum." + "Then we better make sure it gets there," Picard said. "Take +us in Ro. Yarr as Riker to do the same." + "He is already doing so," Yarr replied. + "Ah, Mr Spock." + "Spock analyst of the ships that just arrived," James T. Kirk +asked. + "There are no ships matching their desciption in our data +banks," Spock said as the Enterprise-A took another hit. "However +their markings identify them as the USS Enterprise NCC-1701-C and the +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D." + "MR Checkov don't worry about the newcomers," Kirk ordered. +"Fire phasers." + + Even as Kirk gave the order the romulans turned toward the +Enterprises C&D. However the more advanced weapons and shields of the +Galaxy class and Ambassitor class ships were more than a match for +there assult. Ther Romulans were dispatched in short order. + + "Hail the other Enterprises, Uhura," Kirk ordered. + "Both Enterprises responding," Uhura replied + "Put them on screen," Kirk said. Captain Picard and Commander +Riker appeared on the screen. "I am Admiral James T. Kirk of the +Federation starship Enterprise NCC-1701-A. And you are?" + "Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation starship +Enterprise NCC-1701-D. My first officer Commander Willaim T. Riker +is presently in command of the Enterprise NCC-1701-C." + Commander Riker nodded. + "What are you doing in STARDATE 9530?" Kirk asked. + "We took a wrong turn at STARDATE 37570 on our way back to +STARDATE 47576," Picard replied. + "I believe we can help you," Kirk responded. "Spock +transmit the correct coarse speed weight formula." Spock got to work. +"I assume you wish this incendent be classified." + "Yes," Picard said, "If possisble forgotten." + "I'll do my best," Kirk said "Enterprise-A out." +-------------------------------------------------------------------- +Next posting sometime in the next 4 days. + +Comments welcome and requested. +parts 01-07 available via email + + Stephen Ratliff + at Radford University + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + +Next Posting : Why Sela thought her mother was dead. + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: Enterprized part 08 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Fri, 21 Jan 1994 21:06:22 GMT +Lines: 90 + +======================================================================= + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +----------------------------------------------------part 08------------ + + Chapter Seven + ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ + When the Enterprise-D arrived, Data checked a nearby beacon. +after confirming that they weere indeed in STARDATE 46576, Picard ordered +bothe Enterprises to decloak. + Shortly after this was done the Enterprise-D detected an incoming +Romulan warbird. "RED ALERT, BATTLE STATIONS," Picard ordered as the +Romulan crossed into Federation space. "Lt. Yarr inform Starfleet of +the Romulan incursion." + "The Romulans are hailing us, sir," Tasha Yarr said. + "On Screen," Picard said as Captain Sela appeared on screen. +Tasha Yarr looked puzzled. "Captain Sela what brings you to Federation +space." + It suddenly dawned on Tasha that this woman was her daughter. + "I have reason to believe that you have invaded Romulan space," +Captain Sela replied. "Taken a Romulan warprize, captured 15 Romulan +officers... and..." Sela trailed off as she finally noticed her mother +standing at tactical. She went white. + Taking advantage of Sela's break in aaccusations, Picard said, +"I will gladly return your officers. But as for the Enterprise-C, +retrieving stolen property is not a crime even on Romulas." + "Captain, Perhaps Sela would be more comfortable if she came +aboard," Tasha Yarr interrupted. "It would allow her to statisfy +herself that the Romulan officers were well treated." + "Excellent idea, Luietenant," Picard said. "Would you beam +aboard Captain?" + "Of Coarse, Sela Out." + + Tasha Yarr met her daughter in the transporter room. The first +words out of her mouth were, "How come you are not dead?" + "Lets compare notes," Tasha said. "I was beamed from the +shuttle craft on STARDATE 37571 at about 0900 hours what happened to +you after that?" + "They had thrown me out of the shuttle," Sela said. "I hit a +stalagtite and blacked out. The next thing I remember you were sitting +by me as I woke up. A couple days later you took me in a clothes basket +and tried to escape. I screemed, they captured us and killed you on the +spot." + "Daughter you have been had," Tasha said. "The put you in a +holodeck and made you think that I hadn't suceeded." + "Wait intill I get my hands on father!" Sela fummed. + "Calm down Sela," Lt. Yarr said. "You've inherted the famous +Yarr temper. Lets get your officers back into Romulan hands. Romulan +Government will want to reward two of them. These two killed an officer +each." She pointed to two names on the PADD she was carrying + "Anyone I know?" Sela asked. + "Just the parents of the girl the Captain left in command of +the saucer section." As Yarr completed the statement The Romulan +officers began arriving two security officer to each romulan. The +officers were beamed abroad the Romulan warbird in silence. Finally +It was just Sela, Tasha and a transporter operator again. + "Mom, are you staying on the Enterprise-D," Sela asked + "No, Worf is chief of security now and I don't want to subplant +him," Tasha said. "I will problely be posted on the Renamed +Enterprise-C." + "Please write or send word to me if you can I don't want to have +to go up against you," Sela said + "I'll try," Tasha said. "Now chould you do a little mail +delivery for the federation. A letter to Admiral Jeric's wife and +daughter and to your father." + "I'll try," Sela replied, "but I doubt that father will read it +but the other letter will be well received." + Sela stepped up on to the transporter disk and said, "Good by, +Mom, entergize." As sela beamed out a tear chould be seen runing down +he cheek. + +----------------------------------------------------------------------- +One more part and this story is done + +Sorry about the disjoinedness and a little bit to much craming +thing in here but This is my first attempt at writing fiction. + +My Next Story (written over Christmas break) A Gul's Revenge +will follow as soon as this one is complete. A promo follows +the next post. + +Still looking for comments and suggestions + + Stephen Ratliff + at Radford U. + +email: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + +Next Part : What ever happened to the saucer and the kids crew + Conclusion + +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!uunet!hearst.acc.Virginia.EDU!ruacad!rucs!sratliff +From: sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu (Stephen Ratliff) +Subject: Enterprized part 09 +Message-ID: +Organization: Radford University +X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.2 PL0] +Date: Sat, 22 Jan 1994 19:29:03 GMT +Lines: 129 + +This is the final post of Enterprized. +A promo for A Gul's Revenge will follow. + +And now the conclusion +==================================================================== + E N T E R P R I Z E D + by Stephen Ratliff +--------------------------------------------------part 09----------- + + Chapter Eigth + ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ + +Captain's Log STARDATE 46573.72 +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D saucer section +Marrissa Floras Recording + We have arrived at Deep Space Nine. However it keeps cutting +off our attempts to get premision to dock. + + "Is Deep Space Nine still not responding to our requests to +dock," Marrissa asked. + "Yes," Jay Gordon yawned. + "Open a channel to Commander Sisko," Marrissa ordered. "I'll +take it in my ready room. Patterson you have the bridge. Jay go get +some sleep. You've been on this bridge for 15 hours." Jay hesitated. +"Go to bed." Marrissa entered the ready room. She sat down behind +the desk and actavated the desk screen. Commander Benjiman Sisko +appeared on the screen. + "This is Commander Sisko of Deep Space Nine," he said. "What +are you doing interfering with commications. I am ..." + "Commander, I suggest that you let me introduce myself before +you try to scold me," Marrissa interrupted. "I am Marrissa Floras, +Acting Captain, starship Enterprise saucer section. Now can we dock?" + "Excuse my mistake, dock at upper pylon 2," Sisko said. "How +did you get command of the Enterprise saucer section?" + "The other crewmembers were needed on a mission with which +they chould only take the stardrive section," Marrissa supplied. "I +got command by my 21 minute kobayshi Maru time." + "Very impressive. Just how old are you?" + "12. The Arizona will arriving here soon with the Cardassian +we captured on our way here." + "You captured an Cardassian ship on your way here!" + "Yes, Gul Ducat's. He should see what side of the broder he +is on before he tries to capture ships." + "Thanks for the imformation. The Arizona is on sensors now. +DS9 out." + + Gul Ducat entered Commander Sisko's office. "Feeling homesick +again?" Sisko asked. + "No, thanks for asking," Ducat said. "I demand that the +present command crew of the Enterprise saucer section be handed over +to Cardassian for justice." + "On what charges?" Commander Sisko asked. + "Attacking a Cardassian warship." + "I'm afraid I can't do that," Sisko smiled. "Especailly +since they had every right to do so." + "What rights?" + "You were in Federation territory." + "Navagational error. Not a reason to fire on a ship." + "No, it isn't but I'm not finshed," Sisko returned. "You fired +on them." + "Accidental discharge." + "You asked them to surrender," Sikso responed. "They refused. +You fired again. They returned fire. Your ship was disabled. You +deserve every thing you got right down to the the inscription 'I lost +to a bunch of kids' on your hull. Now I suggest you and Cardassia +better find a way to apologize for your tready vololations. Now I've +got a party at Quark's for the Enterprise crew to attend." + Commander Sisko left his office and Ops. Left behind him Gul +Ducat pondered the mess he got him self into. + +Captain's Personal Log STARDATE 47576.1 +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-C +Commander William T. Riker recording + Having arrived at DS9 2 hours ago I went to find young Marrissa +to inform her of her parents deaths. I found her talking to Jake Sisko +on the upper area of the Promenade. She walk a few paces away with me +when I said I had something to tell her. When I informed her of her +parents deaths she rushed down the promenade and back to her command. +In the process she brushed me knocking me off balance. Chief O'Brien +had been replacing the guard rails in the area and there was nothing +to prevent me from falling on to the lower level. Quark, the operator +of the local gambling assablishment, was walking below and I fell on him +Both of Us spent an hour with Dr Bashir. + +Captain's Log Stardate 47576.1 +USS Enterprise NCC-1701-D stardrive +Captain Jean-Luc Picard + Our journey to Deep Space Nine has been delayed. A Feringi +trading vessel had a warp engine problem which required our assistance. + +-----------------T H E-------E N D------------------------------------ + +And Now a promo for ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + A G U L ' S R E V E N G E +----------------------------------- + "Captain, hail from Deep Space Nine," Lt. Yarr said. + "On Screen," Picard said. Commander Sisko appeared on the +main veiwscreen. "What can I do for you Commander?" + "The Cardassians are semding a dozen warships toward Bajor," +Sisko said. "ETA 2 hours. You are the senior commander in the area." + "Yarr, cloak us," Picard ordered. "What ship do we have? And +do those ship have any problems?" + "The Roanoke, our patrol ship this month; the Galaxy, which +doesn't even have a skeleton crew; the Enterprise-C; the Arizona; +the Surak, it's due to come in in 20 minutes for a quick supply stop +and return to the Gamma Quad.; and your saucer section," Sisko said. +A PADD was handed to him from off screen. "I've just been informed +we, The United Federation of Planets Congress (reading from the PADD) +declare war on the Cardassian Empire after attacks on Vulcan, Risa, +Betazed and numerous starships." + "So It has come to that has it," Picard said + +---------------------------------------------------------------------- +Coming soon to alt.startrek.creative + +Notes on Enterprized +I know this isn't the usual place for it but +this story is dedicated to my brother Phillip +who told me that they should always go right back +to the correct time. + +I hope you enjoyed Enterprized. +As always coments welcome. + Stephen Ratliff + at Radford University + +email : sratliff@rucs2.sunlab.cs.runet.edu + + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/episodes.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/episodes.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..7b77e1c8 Binary files /dev/null and b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/episodes.txt differ diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ethics.rev b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ethics.rev new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a17bee53 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/ethics.rev @@ -0,0 +1,232 @@ +WARNING: The following article contains spoiler information on this week's +TNG episode, "Ethics". Those not wishing to ponder the ethical question of +seeing spoilers for a show they've not yet viewed might want to exit the +scene at this point in time. + +Well, better than expected, but not particularly good... + +We'll have to see how the numbers turn out. You'll find out when I do; and +we'll both do that after this synopsis: + +A random accident critically injures Worf, paralyzing him from the waist +down (and the prognosis is that the damage is permanent). A neurospecialist, +Dr. Toby Russell, comes aboard and begins working with Beverly on possible +treatments. After three days and no progress, Riker visits Worf in sickbay. +He is appalled, however, to find that Worf considers his life over, and that +he wants Riker to help him commit ritual suicide! + +Meanwhile, with traditional treatments apparently ineffective, Dr. Russell +mentions a new line of research she's been working in, that of "genotronic +replication." If successful, it would leave Worf as good as new; but if not, +Worf would die. Further, she's never used it on a humanoid before, and her +success rate on holodeck simulations is only 37%. Beverly decides the risk +to Worf is unjustifiable, and decides to continue searching more conventional +options. Then, to make matters worse, word comes in of a crash-landed ship +nearby with over five hundred people aboard, throwing the Enterprise medical +staff into overdrive. + +After Picard tells Riker that he cannot make Riker's decision for him (and +exhorts Riker to keep as open a mind as possible), Troi comforts Alexander, +who is angry at not being allowed to see his father (at Worf's own request). +She later upbraids Worf for putting his honor above his son. Beverly and Dr. +Russell arrive, and tell Worf of a treatment with artificial implants that +would eventually result in his regaining about 60% of his mobility. Worf +makes a halfhearted attempt to use the training device, but angrily rejects +this line of treatment as repugnant. Russell, seeing an opening, quickly +mentions her genotronic treatment, pointing out the possibility of a complete +recovery. As they leave Worf to ponder this, Beverly angry upbraids Russell +for overstepping her authority, and using a patient's desperation to advance +her own research. Their conversation is interrupted, however, as the +Enterprise reaches the crash site, and both doctors apply their efforts to +the emergency at hand. + +During this treatment, however, Russell oversteps her bounds and uses her own +treatments rather than conventional methods on one patient. The patient +dies, and a livid Beverly removes Russell from all medical duty. A few hours +later, however, Picard quietly suggests to her that she allow Russell to use +the genotronic method on Worf, pointing out to her that the choice Worf faces +in his own mind is that of suicide or risking death for a full cure. An +upset Beverly ponders this, while Riker confronts Worf about the suicide +ritual. He angrily takes Worf to task for his attitude throughout the whole +affair, and clinches matters by saying that Klingon custom does not allow +Riker to be the one who assists; that falls to the oldest son (i.e. +Alexander). Worf, unwilling or unable to ask Alexander to help him die, +chooses the option of the genotronic treatment. + +Beverly grudgingly allows the treatment, and the procedure begins (after Worf +asks Troi to raise Alexander should he die in the process). While Picard, +Riker, Troi and Alexander all busy themselves with nonessentials, things in +surgery go smoothly, for the most part. However, once the new spinal column +is in place and Worf's brain is taken off life support, he suddenly goes into +cardiac arrest; and despite Beverly's best efforts, dies on the operating +table. She tearfully tells Alexander the bad news--but when Alexander goes +in to see him, Worf suddenly twitches. The Klingon anatomy's many +"unnecessary" redundancies are the very thing that saved his life. Beverly +stonily bids farewell to Russell, and Worf begins the road back to recovery. + +Well...that's got to be the shortest synopsis I've written in a while. Now, +for the random musings. + +I'm still not entirely sure what was intended here, or how much of it worked. +Elements of it worked quite well for me, while others were literally +*laughably* bad. I'll see what I can sort out. + +Of the several plots making up the show (Bev/Russell, Worf/suicide, and the +surgery, the crashed ship), the most successful one was the Bev/Russell +struggle, hands down. That was the one that drew me in and had me really +*caring* about the positions being taken. Both sides were well presented, at +least to me: while I find Russell's style as contemptible and frightening as +Beverly did, it *did* get the job done, and the hypothetical argument that +Beverly refused to get drawn into is an nasty one. I wouldn't quite say that +the subject got an evenhanded treatment (it probably could have been more so, +at any rate), but it raised enough questions to avoid being as open-and-shut +as it could have been. Nice. + +It helped, of course, that Gates McFadden turned in her best performance in a +long, *LONG* time here--probably as far back as "Remember Me", if not more +so. It goes to show what kind of performance she's capable of with a meaty +role, I suppose, but this was the most passion-filled performance I've seen +from her in many a moon. In particular, both her scene in triage with the +dead passenger from the crashed ship and her final scene with Russell after +surgery were real tour de forces. She *crackled*; something which neither +the actor nor the character gets much of a chance to do often. Watching the +ethical battle unfold, and Bev really let loose within it, was definitely the +high point of the show. (Not to slight Caroline Kava, the woman who played +Dr. Russell; she was also very good.) + +Elements of Worf's suicide thoughts were also well done, though significantly +less so. His initial request to Riker was sudden and shocking, just as it +should be. Riker's absolute detestation of the idea was a little surprising, +though not much, and was understandable. (Those who insist that the TNG +characters never disagree about anything will find a lot of counterexamples +this week, from all the different attitudes about Worf's suicide to the +Picard/Bev battle over whether to allow the genotronic procedure, to Troi +upbraiding Worf about Alexander. But I digress.) Picard's "I'm staying +above it all, but I respect his beliefs stance" made some sense at first, but +seems a little worrisome in retrospect. In part, Picard's claim that Worf +absolutely *would not* cope with his disability, even to the point of killing +himself, seems a little incongruous given that we SEE Worf actually trying +the conventional treatment while talking to Alexander. I'm not sure how I'll +end up seeing that down the line. Both Frakes and Dorn turned in good +performances, and both characterizations made sense; but that wasn't quite +enough. + +In part, the Troi/Alexander section of this plot didn't work very well for +me. Yes, it was a good use of Troi *so far as it went*, and Alexander's +reactions made some sense; but that's all. In particular, I got absolutely +*NO* sense that Troi had done a single bit to counsel Worf about his current +condition, and indeed seemed to be causing more problems than she solved. +It's fine and dandy for her to care about Alexander's concern for his father; +someone has to. But for her to *only* be concerned about it [as she says] to +the extent of ignoring Worf's very real mental state at present smacks of +callousness--and last I checked, that was a rather bad trait for a therapist. +[It also didn't help that Alexander's "this is that Klingon stuff, isn't it?" +scene demonstrated that Alexander is likely to have zero Klingon traits +beyond physical appearance, which I simply don't find very interesting in +isolation.] + +And then...we come to the surgery itself. Better luck next time, guys--with +only a couple of exceptions, I laughed my way through the entire fifth act. +[The two main exceptions were Worf's scene to Troi at the start, and Bev's +absolutely icy farewell scene to Russell.] Let's go through this in detail: + +1) Anyone who's been reading these for a while knows that I don't usually +care *that* much about scientific accuracy in TNG. The one exception is +usually when the entire plot hinges on a point that's simply absurd. "A +Matter of Perspective" did it two seasons ago with absolutely incorrect +explanations of a time delay, and "Ethics" did it here. Having to take a DNA +sample from the spinal column when DNA coding is identical in every cell? +The "backup synaptic network" somehow jump-starting Worf's *HEART*? The BSN +taking so long to kick in that oxygen starvation should leave Worf +irrevocably brain-damaged? Puh-leeze. (And that's just the basics; my +wife's a biologist and had a lot more objections. I'll leave 'em alone, +though.) It doesn't kill the show completely, but good Lord, it's sloppy. + +2) The return of one of TNG's silliest concepts: the All-Red Surgical Gown. +To quote Gina Goff back when "Samaritan Snare" premiered the thing, "Ah, the +Cardinals' Center for Cardiac Corrections, where everyone's so busy +contemplating the Oneness of Red that they don't pay any attention to being +good surgeons!" Seriously, what's the bright idea behind these things? +We've seen Bev and Pulaski in surgery without them, and they're simply +distracting. + +3) The Picard/Riker scene. Honest to God, I think the director was trying +to be Ingmar Bergman. [Lots of slooooooooowly paced dialogue, odd and +unnecessary closeups...that sort of thing.] About halfway through the scene, +we were saying "It's a Bergman film!" Then the closeups kicked in and we +couldn't stop laughing. I haven't the slightest idea who thought that up, +but I'd advise against repeating it. :-) + +4) Finally, and most importantly, there was really nothing keeping me +interested. I knew the surgery would be difficult, and that Worf would play +handball on Death's stoop for a while, and that in the end he'd live and be +fully recovered. The only deviation from strict formula seemed to be when +Worf actually "died"; but even then, it was just a matter of seeing how far +the point would be stretched. I just couldn't get into it. + +And one last point there--while I will hold out hope that Worf will not be +back to full and complete health by the next show, I fully expect this to +never come up again. I hope I'm wrong. + +Anyways...that's it for the long stuff. Now for some short takes: + +--I've seen rumours that Dr. Russell was originally supposed to be Dr. +Pulaski. This time, unlike Valeris replacing Saavik in ST6, I fully support +the change. Pulaski may have been a bit bullheaded at times, and may have +been crusty, but I can't for a moment imagine her being that callous. + +--Another quote during the surgery sequence: + Nurse: "Cerebral cortex placed on life support." + Tim: "They Saved Worf's Brain...and then redeemed it for valuable + cash prizes!" + (Okay, so I was in a weird mood. :-) ) + +--Someone did their homework. When Dr. Russell first comes on board, she +mentions a paper Bev wrote on cybernetic regeneration. *Very* smart; in +"11001001", she was doing some research in just that area. Nice attention to +detail. + +--TNG has now unequivocally taken a stand on the right-to-die movement; not +so much with Worf, but with Picard's analogy to Riker about a terminally ill +patient. Just for those keeping track. + +--On the other hand, when Worf was looking for a suitable parent for +Alexander, why did he suddenly forget he had a brother? I could understand +if he decided against it based on his experiences with Kurn, but his parents +*aren't* the only relatives he's got, after all... + +--So Geordi can see the cards while playing poker? Neat, but it might end up +opening a nasty can of worms next game. As long as they remember. :-) + +--The music was nondescript, but not a real problem. + +I think that's about it. It wasn't the complete waste of time I was afraid +it might be, but it could have been much more interesting than it was. + +So, the numbers: + +Plot: 5. 9 for Bev/Russell, 5 for Worf/suicide, and 1 for the surgery. +Plot Handling/Direction: 4, most of it for the Bev/Russell handling. Chip + Chalmers is not likely to pick up the nickname "Ingmar" any time + soon. :-) +Characterization/Acting: 8. Definitely the strongest part of the show. + +TOTAL: 5, rounding down a bit for general atmosphere. Okay, but hardly +terrific. + +NEXT WEEK: A rerun of "A Matter of Time". +IN TWO WEEKS: An extremely late review of "The Outcast". Ta! + +Tim Lynch (Cornell's first Astronomy B.A.; one of many Caltech grad students) +BITNET: tlynch@citjuliet +INTERNET: tlynch@juliet.caltech.edu +UUCP: ...!ucbvax!tlynch%juliet.caltech.edu@hamlet.caltech.edu +"You scare me, doctor. You risk your patients' lives, and justify it in the +name of research. Genuine research takes time--sometimes a lifetime of +painstaking, detailed work in order to get any results. Not for you. You +take shortcuts--right through living tissue. You put your research *ahead* +of your patients' lives, and as far as I'm conerned, that's a violation of +our most sacred trust. I'm sure your work will be hailed as a stunning +breakthrough. Enjoy your laurels, doctor; I'm not sure I could." +-- +Copyright 1992, Timothy W. Lynch. All rights reserved, but feel free to ask... diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/excalibu b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/excalibu new file mode 100644 index 00000000..76b83cb1 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/excalibu @@ -0,0 +1,1899 @@ +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Path: tivoli.tivoli.com!geraldo.cc.utexas.edu!cs.utexas.edu!utnut!nott!cunews!freenet.carleton.ca!FreeNet.Carleton.CA!av557 +From: av557@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Walter S. George) +Subject: EXCALIBUR "A TRICK OF THE LIGHT" 1/2 +Message-ID: +Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) +Reply-To: av557@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Walter S. George) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet +Date: Thu, 20 Oct 1994 04:37:28 GMT +Lines: 919 + + + + A TRICK OF THE LIGHT + + an EXCALIBUR EPIC by + + Walter S. George + + ( USS Excalibur NCC 2004 ) + +FRONTIERS OF ANY TYPE, PHYSICAL OR MENTAL, ARE BUT A CHALLENGE TO OUR BREED. +NOTHING CAN STOP THE QUESTING OF MEN -- NOT EVEN MAN. +IF WE WILL IT, NOT ONLY THE WONDERS OF SPACE BUT, THE VERY STARS ARE OURS! + + PART ONE + + Commodore Walter S. George shivered. + "Cold, Walt?" Lieutenant Commander Deborah Titus-George asked. She rose +from the plaid blanket covered with dishes and entrees, walked over and +embraced Excalibur's commanding officer. "I'll try to warm you up, though on a +day like this you shouldn't feel any chill at all." + George smiled and returned the embrace. "I'm not chilled though I'll take +a hug from you any time I can get it, Debbie. I just had a weird feeling, sort +of like a premonition, or the anticipation of a coming storm." + Titus-George looked up at the sky, perfectly clear of clouds, though +perfectly green with three suns. "Don't quit your day job, Walt. You'd never +make it as a weatherman." + "Oh, I don't know," George said with a grin. "I can predict you're about +to be kissed, Commander." + "Really, Commodore!" Titus-George said in mock astonishment. Then, +contrary to her pseudo-amazement, she seized the initiative kissing Excalibur's +commander firmly. For his part, he was making no pretense at resisting, rather +reciprocating instead. + "Cut it out, you two. There are impressionable young minds around." + In spite of themselves, the two incurable romantics had to laugh which +broke the kiss, the mood and the moment. + "Your mind was impressed long before today, Dan," George said to the +interloper. "You have no one to blame but yourself if it didn't get impressed +with virtue and chastity." + Commander Daniel Blasberg was Excalibur's executive officer and the +commodore's Number One fill-in-the-blank. He covered the distance from his +vantage point in a copse of purple-leaved trees to the picnic site in seven +long strides. "I resemble that remark, Commodore, and I'd protest if I didn't +agree with you. Besides, I was just thinking of the food. All that sugar in the +air could have spoiled it." + Titus-George laughed. "You're always thinking of food, Dan. And I've seen +you put worse stuff on your food than sugar and still devour it with abandon." + It was Blasberg's turn to laugh. He could throw any vocal barb at George +with little fear of official reprisal. Somehow, he could never bring himself to +trade verbal volleys with Titus-George. She was, after all, the commodore's +wife which somehow prompted him to treat her with utmost respect as compared to +the commodore whom he treated with all due respect. It wasn't the respect that +made the difference to him, it was how the respect was demonstrated. + "I don't have to stand here and take this," Blasberg said. + "No, you could go and stand somewhere else," George added, "like over by +Meridian where you're supposed to be helping Tim set up the S.T.A.R. test." + "You and your acronyms, Commodore," Blasberg said with a shake of his +head. "That's what I came to tell you. The Self-contained Transporter Am- +bulatory Remote is all set up. Tim says you'd better come and begin the test +before we eat. He thinks the extra mass you'll absorb will botch the test +otherwise." + "Oh he does, does he?" George asked with a frown. "It's more likely that's +what YOU think and you're putting words in Tim's mouth." He looked woefully at +Titus-George. "Sorry, Debbie. Duty and my chief engineer call." + Titus-George sighed. "I'll make do, somehow. Maybe I'll go and find Elaine +and Debbie and see what they're up to. For now, here's a kiss to keep you." + When George could breathe again, he caught his breath and said, "WOW! With +a kiss like that you can own me! I'll be back for more in a bit." Reluctantly, +he indicated for Blasberg to lead the way to the test site for the STAR. + + ***** + + USS Excalibur NCC 2004 orbited Helel in the serene silence imposed by the +void of space. Sound could not travel in a vacuum, but light could with ease. +In the Helel system, the light from the three blue-white primaries, waltzing +with each other in trinary configuration, provided graphic evidence of that +fact of physics. + The splendor of the sight was lost on the man in the center seat on the +bridge. Commander Jim Makofsky had things on his mind. + "What's on your mind, Jim?" Lieutenant Commander Crystal March asked. +Seated at her communications station, she had ignored the waves of anxiety +Makofsky was all-but-visibly emanating. Even a non-empath could have noticed +the electric strain in the aire. March was empathic, at least as much as her +half-Betazoid heritage endowed. Makofsky's perturbed state of mind bellowed his +distress to her ersatz talent till she could no longer even pretend to ignore +it. + Makofsky jumped, obviously startled out of intense concentration on his +worries. "Being anywhere but here, Crystal," he answered the chief com- +munications officer's query. "I'm much more comfortable at my science station +and computer console than here in the center seat. I wish the commodore hadn't +left the conn to me." + "You're the ranking bridge officer on duty, Jim," March reminded him. + "But you've been acting commander before," Makofsky continued his protest. +"I don't mind taking a back seat to experience." + "I believe EXPERIENCE is the commodore's intention," March returned. She +rose, crossed down into the bridge's lower elevation and stood to the uptight +science officer's left. "You passed the Kobayashi Maru over two years ago, Jim. +Isn't it about time you tried your hand at command?" + "I took the KM under duress and command order," Makofsky said, shuddering +at the memory, "and got a dose of theragen as a reward for my 'success'." + "The theragen was the fault of the Emfive Virus," March pointed out, then +reflexively winced, as if mentioning the resident, currently dormant computer +virus would arrest its attention and invoke a flare-up. "The success, which is +a matter of record, is your fault, or credit depending on your point of view." + Makofsky sighed, heavily and long. "I know. I just thought that once I had +the KM out of the way, it would be the last threat I would have to face of +being in a command position. Now, here I am and here is where I don't want to +be." + March placed a firm, comforting hand on his shoulder. +"Command's not so bad, Jim. I survived. It's not like it's killing you to watch +the bridge while the commodore is only as far away as the planet's surface." + Makofsky scowled. "That's just it. What if something happens to the ship +while Commodore George is gone? What if something happens to one of the crew? +What if we're attacked by Klingons while in orbit? What if...? + "What if you just take this one second at a time rather than trying to +make a quantum leap into what if?" March scolded. "Life is what happens, Jim. +We can't prepare for the future. We simply have to live till it gets here." + "Easy for you to say, Crystal. You've lived there." + March glanced around the bridge. Makofsky had kept his voice low, in spite +of his distress. Still, not all of the present compliment knew of her out-of- +time place on board. Rather than perpetuate the breech, she let it slip into +oblivious banter. "I live Now, now. Then will wait. Ease up on yourself. +Excalibur's a big girl. She can take care of herself, mostly." + Makofsky tried another sigh, this one to feign relief. It came out as a +snort. "You may be right. Nothing wrong may happen." + "Something right may happen," March countered. "It's all in your outlook." +A beep from her communications station drew her attention. "Oops. Duty calls. +Or at least it's hailing. If it's a Klingon, what do you want me to say?" She +was already returning to the subspace commlink panel. + "I believe the expression is, 'nuqneH'," Makofsky said. "After that, tell +him nobody's home and we don't want any trouble from the Klingon sector today." + March laughed. "If I tell him nobody's home there WILL be trouble from the +Klingon sector." She completed establishing the two-way link. "This is Ex- +calibur, go ahead." + "Silva. Molina." + March looked at the security chief seated at the defense station. "Toby, +it's Flavius. I think he wants to talk to you." + Lieutenant Commander Toby Molina smiled. He rarely could be seen without a +smile, in point of fact. "I think I know what he wants. Patch him over." He +flipped the toggle blinking the message that a channel was open. "Hi, Flavius. +What can I do for you?" + "Need more practice phaser-grenades," Flavius demanded. Magna Romans +rarely said please. "Julla has a raw squad that cannot hit the most expansive +side of an assault shuttle." Magna Romans, especially Silva, were somewhat +aristocratic when it came to comparing the relative abilities of other races' +warriors to their own. + "They'll be down before you can call their mothers all the Tellar Terrible +Taunts in alphabetical order," Molina replied. + "Funny. Laugh later. Duty now. Silva out." + Molina failed to stifle a guffaw. He looked at Makofsky. "Permission to +leave the bridge and tend to the transport?" + Makofsky waved a hand. "Just don't be gone long, Commander. You're chief +of security. I need you here to feel secure." + Molina smiled all the way to the turbolift, and very likely would smile +all the way down to the armory. + "While we're taking messages, Crystal, let's find out how the rest of the +away teams are doing," Makofsky directed. + March opted to call the medical team first. She knew Makofsky wanted the +reassurance of hearing the commodore's voice and figured he could wait just +that much longer. The lapse of time would do his confidence a favor if he could +report to George that all was well. "Excalibur to Doctor Morning Star -- come +in please." + There was a pause covered by the sibilant hiss of subspace white noise +during which the medical officer was supposedly stopping the task in progress, +withdrawing her communicator, raising the antenna grid with a flip of the wrist +and, "Morning Star, here. What can I do for you, Crystal?" + "This is Commander Makofsky's dime," March informed her. "I'm just the +connecting operator." + "Oh. Jim's nervous about being in the hot seat. I prescribe chilling out, +Commander." + Makofsky winced at the accuracy of Morning Star's sight-unseen diagnosis. +"You know me too well, Doctor. But it IS my duty to check on the progress of +the away teams periodically." + "I wish Doctor Alexander-Riley would give me more time down here. You can +pass that along if you'd like. There is a virtual wealth of herbals here. I +could spend decades analyzing their medicinal properties. There's even some +Klingon plants here I've only read about." + "I think I can talk the CMO into letting you have as much time as it takes +the commodore to test his newest contraption," Makofsky said. + "In that case I hope the commodore's contraption takes forever to test," +Morning Star quipped. + Makofsky laughed, in spite of his tension. "Score one for Doctor Blue +Lightning herself. You may have prescribed chilling out, but obviously your +best prescription is laughing." + "'A cheerful heart is good medicine'," Morning Star returned, "'but a +crushed spirit dries the bones.'" + "I feel better already," Makofsky admitted. "Thanks for the status +report." + "I could use some extra specimen containers," Morning Star appended, "that +is IF I get the extra time to fill them." + "I'll see that you get both, Doctor. Makofsky out." + "Morning Star, out." + Makofsky swiveled the center seat to face the communications station. +"Okay, Crystal. Quit stalling. You've known all along whose away team I really +wanted to talk to in the first place." + "I'll hail Commodore George, Jim," March pretended to surrender reluc- +tantly. "At least now you have something more to tell him..." Her comm panel +BUZZED. + "That's probably the commodore, now," Makofsky said, somewhat relieved. + "Not," March negated. "It's a distress call." + + Makofsky's grin widened. Morning Star HAD succeeded in chasing away his +worries. It WAS all going to turn out fine. "Ha. I'm not falling for..." + "I mean it, Jim. It's a distress call," March's eyes widened as the panel +triangulated the source. "I don't believe it." + Makofsky frowned. It wasn't a gag. "Not that I'm really anxious to find +out, but, what's so unbelievable?" + "The distress call is being transmitted from Praxis." + Heads all over the bridge twisted towards the communications officer at +the name. + "This is definitely no longer funny, Crystal," Makofsky warned, "so if +you're still pulling my..." + "I'm dead serious, Commander." Use of rank. Serious business, indeed. + "Praxis is a Klingon lunar satellite," Makofsky recalled, "orbiting the +homeworld itself. Patch it through. Let's hear it." + Silence overpowered the bridge as everyone knew the next words would be +from a Klingon -- in distress. + The viewscreen fuzzed over with severe subspace static. A Klingon was a +very distressing sight to anyone serving aboard a starship. The sight of a +distressed Klingon, as this one appearing on the distorted image, was outright +unnerving. + "This is an emergency! We have suffered..." + The background and foreground filled with fire and fury and the transmis- +sion was abruptly severed. + "I don't like the looks of that one bit," Makofsky said into the leaden +hush following the aborted call. "Crystal, I REALLY need to talk to the +commodore, NOW!" + "Aye, sir," March acknowledged and expertly tapped out the keys to signal +Excalibur's commanding officer's personal communicator. But..., "No response. +I'm not even getting a signal received indication." + Makofsky was out of his seat and up at March's side in three steps, vault +over the rail included. "Try again." + "I tried three times. No luck. No contact." + "Why!?" + + March studied her monitors and readouts, rapidly analyzing and even more +rapidly growing alarmed at the indications. "Interference. Massive subspace +disruption. Directional anomaly." + Makofsky was normally light skinned, but he paled visibly. "Where from?" +He turned to glance at the duty science officer. + Lieutenant T'Tala had focused her sensor scans the minute March had +mentioned interference. "A subspace energy swell is approaching us at warp +factor twelve, Commander." + Another vault over the rail and Makofsky was once more in the center seat. +"Visual!" The picture spoke, no, screamed a thousand words. A wall of un- +dulating energy was pushing through space directly for them. "Shields! Red +alert!" The klaxon whooped. The crew scrambled. "The away teams on the surface, +we have to warn them." + "The interference cannot be overcome," March said with icy calm in her +voice but chilling fear in her heart. + "We'll beam them up!" Makofsky grasped at the last resort. + "You'll kill them for sure," March said. "The subspace interference +playing havoc with our comms will positively destroy the patterns in a trans- +porter beam." + Makofsky pounded the arm of the center seat. It hurt, but it felt good to +vent anger, nonetheless. "We'll have to ride it out and hope the away teams can +take cover, somehow, and survive. I knew SOMETHING would go wrong, but I never +nightmared it would go THIS wrong!" + + ***** + + The STAR hovered sedately and staunchly 2.5 meters above the ground. +Directly beneath the STAR was the pattern mesh grid. It looked simple and +deceptively unpretentious. Yet, its design and intent were radical and revolu- +tionary. + Commander Timothy Riley, a co-designer of the Self-contained Transporter +Ambulatory Remote (the commodore sure had a way with acronyms), returned the +focus of his attention to the compact device in his hands. It resembled a +tricorder, but was much more. It was the brain of the STAR. He swallowed with +some degree of nervousness tickling his innards. It had worked under workbench +conditions, strictly controlled. They had even beamed a person with it, while +still onboard ship. Now, they were here on Helel to field test it. + The other co-designer of the STAR entered the clearing where Blasberg had +landed Meridian, the commodore's personal warpshuttle, and they had set up the +STAR testsite. "All set, Tim?" George called as he neared. + "Under protest, yes," Riley admitted. "It works under strictly controlled +conditions, Walt. Why do you insist on testing it so early under less than +optimum conditions?" + "Because, before we present it to Starfleet Engineering Division," George +explained, "I want to be sure it works under ALL conditions. The workbench +results are positive and the safety factors acceptable. We have Meridian here +as computer backup, and the subspace relay between the STAR and the transporter +systems on Excalibur gives us further insurance. What could possibly go wrong?" + "Words to tempt Fate by," Blasberg said, "but I live for the moments Fate +takes up a gauntlet." + "That's why I selected you to be guinea pig number two, Number One," +George said. + "That's another sticking point, Walt," Riley said. "We've only tested the +STAR with one person over a distance of two meters. Now you're proposing we +transport two people over a line of sight distance in an open environment. +You're not only tempting Fate, you're tweaking Its nose and calling It a +coward." + "There's an inherent risk in being a pioneer, Tim," George said. "I +appreciate your concern, though." + "Then appreciate my offer to be a test subject in your place," Riley +pressed. "It won't matter much if I don't come back from wherever the STAR +sends me by accident." + "I disagree, Tim," a new voice entered the debate. "It WOULD matter to +your WIFE very much!" Excalibur's assistant chief medical officer emerged from +the sylvan shadows accompanied by the chief records officer and the resident +xenobiologist. + "Lainey, what are you doing here?" Riley asked as he extended an arm to +summon the love of his life to his side. "You're supposed to be helping Chilton +catalog the bioforms on this planet." + Doctor Elaine-Sue Alexander-Riley willingly sought the lee of Riley's +embrace. "I'm here to watch an open invitation to trouble and to keep you out +of it when it comes." + "Give up on that, Elaine," Titus-George said as she stared a glare at her +husband. "Men will be men, which means men will be stubborn. We'll just pick up +their pieces and carry on as best we can." + "Ah yes, Women's Ways, Chapter Eight, Paragraph Eleven, Section Thirty, +Item Eighteen," Lieutenant Commander Debbie Chilton feigned recall. "I know +that book by heart. I use it to keep Daniel out of trouble. That's what friends +do for friends." + "Not The Book, again!" Blasberg mourned. "How come I've never seen this +Book that tells women so much about men, and why isn't there a companion volume +that explains women to men in return?" + "For one thing, it's for women's eyes only," Chilton shot back, "and for +another thing, no expert exists who can write the book explaining women to +men." + "Amen to that!" Blasberg said. + "Okay," George spoke up. "Enough stalling. We've got an unplanned audience +but that won't stop the STAR test or change my mind one iota. Dan, if you will, +please step on the grid with me." Following his own request, George stepped +onto the mesh grid slightly right of center. + Blasberg also stepped onto the thin metal platform, left of center. A +light breeze tousled his hair as he did so. "Let's get this over with. I came +for the picnic, not to be the floor show." + "Move a little further left, Dan," Riley counseled. "I want there to be as +much of a resolution buffer between you when the STAR scans your patterns." The +breeze that gusted through sifted Riley's wavy hair with a fluttering sigh. + "In other words, don't crowd my space, Number One," George quipped +cavalierly. "Any closer to me and you'd be inside me." + "Don't even joke like that," Titus-George cautioned. "Just get this test +over with so it's not hanging over our heads." The wind blew through her blond +strands, giving them the appearance of possessing a life of their own. + "Once we prove this equipment modification is viable," George said, "we'll +alter the way away teams handle a mission. Think of it -- a portable transpor- +ter unit they can take along and beam themselves anywhere on the planet. No +more, 'Beam me up's to escape danger." + "All indicators are green, Walt," Riley announced. "We're as ready as +we'll ever be." + George nodded. "It's time to fish or cut bait. Do you want to say the +magic word, Dan, or shall I?" + "Unless the magic word is 'eat', I'm just along for the ride," Blasberg +shrugged. He brushed the hair out of his vision the wind had blown to obscure +it. + George caught and held his wife's glance. It'll be okay, my love, his eyes +assured her. Then, to Riley, "Energize." + Riley tapped out the sequences that would incite the STAR to scan the +patterns of his friends, dissolve their molecules into energy, and store them +in a dynamic buffer. That part of the typical sequence took place without a +hitch. The STAR should then dissolve itself while the subspace computer link on +Excalibur reassembled it at a predetermined point in space. + All the test runs had progressed like clockwork. When the skies above +Helel suddenly blackened with angry clouds, and a gale force wind knocked them +all off their feet, Riley sensed with growing dread that something was going +severely wrong at the wrong moment. Quickly, he leaped to his feet, fought his +way against the wind's rising velocity, and wrestled his way over to the STAR's +brain he had dropped when he'd been unceremoniously unfooted. + "Tim!" Titus-George screamed to be heard over the howl of the wind. +"What's wrong?" + Riley ignored the records officer as he frantically reviewed all the +indicators on the Star-brain. He knew he could not keep it secret from any of +them, so better now to say what he feared. "There is a massive surge in the +subspace potential level. It's like nothing I've ever seen, even in the warp +drive." A shatter of plastic and a shower of sparks made him drop the Star- +brain yet again. The subspace monitor had literally exploded. "Oh no!" + Titus-George had reached the chief engineer's side and grasped his arm +both to anchor herself against the tempest and to telegraph her desperation +through her clutch. "Out with it, Tim! Are Walt and Dan okay?" + "They're in transporter transit," Riley began. Alexander-Riley and Chilton +had reached him by then as well. + "But..." Titus-George prompted. + "That indicator that exploded was the subspace potential monitor," Riley +continued. "It received a massive level reading that overloaded its circuits. +What that means is the power level in the local subspace continuum has exceeded +its safety thresholds. Not even a starship travelling at maximum warp speed +could do that." He started to lead the huddled group over to Meridian. + "What could do that?" Chilton bellowed. + "Nothing known to Federation science," Riley admitted, and activated the +warpshuttle's entry hatch. He then led the four of them up the ramp. When the +door sealed behind them the din of the maelstrom abated, but the warpshuttle +shook like a rag doll in a tiger's jaws. + Titus-George grabbed Riley by the shoulders and made him face her square- +ly. "Where is my husband, Tim?" + "I told you, in transporter transit," Riley repeated. "But, I've got to +tell you, that subspace surge is not good. The STAR operates on subspace +principles. Transporter transit is a state of existence partially in subspace. +Walt and Dan could be in serious danger." + Riley's wife sank into a seat as the rocking of the warpshuttle became +more severe. "Why are we in here, then? Shouldn't we be out there trying to +reintegrate them?" + "Lainey, that storm out there is not caused by nature," Riley said. "I +don't know how, but somehow the local subspace continuum has destabilized and +the planet's atmosphere is being torn apart as a result. If we don't try to +weather it in here, we'll surely die out there and be no help out all in trying +to rescue the commodore and Dan." + "'Trying to rescue'?" Titus-George repeated, also collapsing into a seat. + Riley kept his legs flexed as the warpshuttle quivered even more violent- +ly. "There may be no hope. I won't lie to you. But, then again, there may be +every hope we can retrieve them from transporter transit. But first, we have to +live through this subspace squall." + But, just then, the warpshuttle flipped bow over stern, end over end. + + ***** + + "ALL DECKS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" + Impact?! Molina reflexively halted in his mad dash down the corridor. He +panted heavily, gulping air. He hadn't realized how hard it was to run with a +container of phaser-grenades. Had Makofsky really said 'impact'? How could a +starship in orbit impact with anything unless it was a rogue meteor, an +unplotted orbital body, or another ship with a clumsy helmsman? + Belatedly, the security chief realized he had stopped his dash for a +turbolift. The red alert WAS still sounding. His place was on the bridge, not +playing mail-order clerk for Silva's training team. But, he had drawn the +grenades from the armory and couldn't spare the time to secure them properly +before returning to the bridge. Thus, the burden in his arms as he once more +pounded the deck with his feet, his powerful legs propelling him rapidly for a +turbolift with access to the bridge. + The turbolift doors opened at Molina's fleet approach. He bolted inside +and shouted, "Bridge!" at the voice pickup. The lift was moving too slow! +"Security override! Molina Alpha Four! Emergency speed!" He staggered then +shifted his center of balance as the computer accepted his command and the lift +accelerated beyond the safety thresholds for routine traffic. Much better, but +unless he was actually on the bridge in the next instant the pace was still too +slow with nothing to be done for it but to wait. + It was the moment his face smacked against the ceiling of the lift that +Molina remembered the warning from the bridge to 'brace for impact'. The impact +had obviously arrived. Suddenly, every surface of the lift was being impacted +with the mass of his body. He heard and felt ominous crunches and snaps within +his frame at each blow. What was happening? What exactly had hit the ship to +cause it to tumble like this? Molina smiled, in spite of the jeopardy. I feel +like a racquetball, he thought. Then the phaser-grenade container struck his +head and he carried that thought into oblivious blackness. + + ***** + + "ALL DECKS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" + Makofsky imagined more than heard his own voice repeated and amplified +throughout the ship, all too aware it was probably the last order he would ever +give in his career if he survived, possibly his life if not. After a lifetime +of avoiding command decisions, he was spending his last remaining seconds of +being alive giving more commands than he had ever given since his birth. His +mind replayed the last few minutes like a tricorder archive recording. It +wasn't necessarily his whole life flashing before him, just the most intense +portion. + "Helm, evasive action!" + "No response, commander! Subspace interference degenerates drive fields!" + "Maneuvering thrusters!" + "Inoperative!" + "Tractor beams!" + "Ineffective!" + "Launch log buoys!" + "Buoys away!" + "Suggestions?" + "Pray... hang on... cry... run... scream... laugh!" + "ALL DECKS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" + "Bracing!" + DEAR GOD! + Then the cosmic breaker was upon them, filling the main viewscreen with +blinding-white radiance. In the dilation of time that seemed to affect the +senses in moments of crisis like this, the subspace energy swell seemed to rear +up like a wild beast about to slay its prey, then lash forward striking its +victim with the full choler of its wild nature. How in all of God's Creation +did this monster come to be spawned? What had happened on Praxis to unleash +this demon? + The time dilation was probably a side-effect of the subspace distortion. +Rudely, temporal flow snapped back into normal progress, then accelerated into +fast-forward. The deck of the bridge rose up to smash Makofsky's nose. Or had +he been thrown from the center seat as if Excalibur herself had rejected his +failed command? Screams of terror and shrieks of pain filled the air. There was +no up or down. Stunning brilliance assaulted the vision as it seemed the +subspace energy swell permeated every micrometer of space within the ship, +indeed his very being. He had lost command as surely as Excalibur was out of +control at the mercy of whatever the whimsy of the subspace cyclone could do +and wherever it could take them. + What am I going to tell the commodore when he returns? Makofsky wondered. + There was an excruciating eruption of light and heat. + Then... + + ***** + + "Does anyone have an aspirin?" Chilton called into the darkness. The fact +that no answer was forthcoming didn't surprise her, but did nil to inspiring +her optimism. After all, in the afterlife who would think to bring aspirin +along? Was the apre's vie supposed to hurt? If not, then the supernova of pain +pushing her eyeballs down into her cheekbones could be a good sign she was +alive, or a bad sign she was critically injured. She decided to decide later +which one was the case as it hurt too much to think too loudly at the moment. + "Ouch!" + Someone else was obviously making observations about the nature and extent +of their own pain as well. Female voice. That narrowed the possibilities down +to two other people unless Commander Riley's vocal chords had been adversely +affected by the tumult that had tossed Meridian like dust in a twister. + "Debbie?" + "Debbie!" + "This could be confusing if I didn't know which Debbie I am. I'm glad to +hear someone else is conscious. Can you move?" + A clang of metal. A stifled oath. "I'm on hands and knees. Does that count +as moving?" + "I'm on my back with dead weight pinning me down. Compared to that, you're +running a marathon." + "Are you hurt?" + "No. Are you?" + "I think I broke a nail." + "Then the world must have come to an end." + "I can believe that." A third voice, also female, was speaking weakly from +above. "My world appears to have turned upside-down at the very least." + "Lainey, how did you get stuck up there?" + "I was about to ask you the same question until I felt the blood rushing +to my head." + "Right. Unless the center of gravity has shifted to outer space, and after +that subspace storm I wouldn't totally discard that notion, you're hanging from +the ceiling." + "Half right. I managed to fasten the inertial restraints before we +flipped. I'm still in my seat." + "That means we landed upside down. No wonder I can't find a light switch +anywhere. But, I have an idea. I'll have to grope around for the entry hatch. +Keep talking. It'll give me something to focus on for direction." + "Okay, Debbie. She sounds alright, Debbie. How are you?" + "I assume you're talking to Debbie Chilton, which is me. I'm okay except +I'm flat on my back with the heaviest sack of... blood..." + "A sack of blood? You're not making sense." + "No. Wait. I was feeling around trying to get the texture of the weight +holding me to the floor. I'm feeling hair, a uniform collar, and blood on +both." + "Process of elimination, if you'll pardon the expression in this situa- +tion, tells me my husband is on top of you. Don't worry, though. The blood +tells me nothing untoward is going on." + "Are you serious? How can you be so frivolous when you know your husband +is bleeding, possibly dying, possibly dead?" + "I'm a doctor. I always make light of pain and death. Ask Tim." + "I would but I don't think he'll answer. He's too busy mimicking a corpse +right now." + "Pretty good comeback. You face death with a certain flippant attitude +yourself." + "If you'd've lived my life, you'd understand why. I'd cry if I weren't +laughing." + "Found it!" A click. A thrum of moving machinery. Grey light dawned within +the toppled warpshuttle ushering in with it a draught of fairly fresh air. + Chilton could now see. Titus-George was over by the door inhaling deeply, +as if the air outside could dispel the hopelessness she must be feeling inside. +Alexander-Riley was securely strapped in a passenger seat firmly affixed to the +floor of the warpshuttle now serving as the ceiling. Chilton craned her neck +and saw Commander Riley's muscular bulk strewn akimbo over her. On his back was +a portion of deck plate holding them both down. + "Who needs rescue first?" Titus-George asked. + "Can you lift this deck plate off of Tim?" Chilton asked. "Then lift Tim +off of me. We can both get the doctor down to tend to him after that." + "I might break another nail," Titus-George said, trying to match the +nonchalant ambience belying their perilous disposition. "I'm not a weight +lifter like Tim, either. But..." + Titus-George stooped, gripped the deck plate under one edge with both +hands. A huff. A grunt. She straightened her knees and the deck plate rose with +her. Somehow, she managed to move it off to one side enough to shift it clear +of Riley's back. Gently, ever so gently, she lifted one side of the unconscious +engineer as Chilton wriggled out from underneath him. Then, just as gently, she +lowered him back to the 'floor', ensuring his placement was as level as +possible. + Together, the two women looked up at Alexander-Riley sitting on the +ceiling. "I think we can sort of lower you to the floor if you unfasten the +restraints -- slowly -- and slide down into our hands," Titus-George ventured. +"It'll sort of be like a circus trick with acrobats." + "Acrobats tumble," Alexander-Riley noted, "but they do it with more grace +and a lot more practice. Still, I haven't got any better ideas and I'm getting +a fierce migraine. Here goes nothing and here comes Lainey." She released the +inertial restraints and used them to control her slide earthward, until she +felt Titus-George and Chilton's hands grasp her lowering shoulders. "Okay. I'm +going to try something I haven't done since gym class when I was a kid. I'm +going to swing my feet around and let the momentum carry me to the floor +upright and feet first." + "If it works, maybe you should take up juggling and sword-swallowing too," +Chilton said, then dodged as Riley-Alexander's feet came swinging around, +plunging to the floor, the rest of her body following. + "Whew!" Alexander-Riley exclaimed. "I wouldn't recommend that maneuver to +save wear and tear on the knees and feet." + "Speaking of wear and tear, Doctor, you have a patient who needs your +skills," Chilton said. + "Believe me, I haven't forgotten," Alexander-Riley said, and moved quickly +to her husband's inert form. Deft, sensitive hands felt for a pulse. A long +held sigh of relief. "The blood is dark and oozing -- venous flow. He would +bleed to death without attention." Fingers probed the gash. "Deep, but not too +much more severe. What I really need is my tricorder and medikit. I don't +suppose we can locate them in this chaos?" + "We're miracle workers today," Titus-George said, as she approached with +the requested items. "I knew you'd be needing these and I knew the storage +locker should be relatively undamaged. I stood on a control panel and managed +to snare these." + The doctor accepted her healing tools gratefully. "I'll tend to you two, +maybe myself, in a minute. First aid first for the serious casualties." She +passed the chirping tricorder over Riley's body. "Nothing major broken, though +a lot is bruised or torn. His vertebrae are intact so his neck isn't broken. +I'll patch up this gash and then we can turn him over to try and make him more +comfortable when he regains consciousness." Methodically, Alexander-Riley +worked on her injured husband. + "You're amazing, Elaine," Titus-George said. "If Walt were bleeding like +that I'd be hysterical." + "Have you forgotten where Walt and Dan may or may not be even as we +speak?" Alexander-Riley asked. + Titus-George's lips thinned to a tight line. Her eyes brimmed with tears. +Her voice when she spoke was steady enough, though. "I remember. Tim's the only +one who can help us get them back alive. For that reason and for your sake, I'm +glad he, at the very least, is alive and relatively well." + "Help me turn him over," Alexander-Riley requested. "My darling husband is +a tad on the hefty side." The three of them managed to turn Riley over. +Chilton's uniform tunic pillowed his head. + "What next?" Chilton asked. "Who's in command? Debbie is the commodore's +wife." + "Debbie, we're all women here," Alexander-Riley said. "We don't need to do +that male 'who-is-in-command' gambit." + "Right," Chilton realized. "Sorry. I'm too military for my own good +sometimes." + "Come see what's left outside," Titus-George suggested, standing by the +open hatch. "It's pretty bleak." + Together, the three of them surveyed the aftermath of the subspace storm. +Not a tree of the purple-leafed forest was left standing, or even whole. +Broken, shredded trunks lay strewn about the ground, or piled up against rocks +and hillocks. There was not a sign to be seen of the STAR test site. + "What happened?" Chilton asked meekly. "What could possibly have caused +this much devastation without warning?" + "Tim mentioned a subspace disruption destabilizing local subspace," Titus- +George recalled. "I don't know of anything natural that could cause that severe +of a disruption unless a starship..." + As one, all three inhaled sharply. Speculation was a gestalt epiphany for +them all. + "Excalibur," Alexander-Riley breathed. "Did something happen to her to +cause her to..." + "Explode," Chilton finished. "Something must've unbalanced the warp +engines and Excalibur exploded." + "Don't be absurd, Chilton. You're a xeno, not an engineer." + "Tim!" + "In the flesh, which hurts like ghe''or right now." + The three women moved to the injured engineer's side. Alexander-Riley +stroked his brown curls gently. "Welcome back, Timmy," she said. "How do you +feel?" + "Every time someone asks me that I know I'm in big trouble," Riley's voice +rumbled deeply in his chest. "I take it we all took a tumble and I took the +worst of it." + "We're all standing," Chilton pointed out, "you're not. Answer the +doctor's question, Commander Riley." + "I won't be doing anything more active than breathing right now, judging +from the way I feel," Riley said, "which is dizzy, weak, nauseated, chilled, +sweaty. I know enough to know I'm going into shock. Did I bleed much?" + "Obviously enough," Alexander-Riley told him, "and leave the diagnosis to +the doctor please." + "And the prognosis...?" + "We'll tell our grandchildren all about it." + "Thanks, Grandma. That's very reassuring," Riley said and tried a smile. +"But don't we need to have children first?" + "We're working on that," Alexander-Riley smiled back. + "Practice makes perfect, Lainey," Riley teased, then glanced at the other +two present. "Sorry for the intimate banter, ladies. We're an old married +couple. Now, you were babbling something about the ship exploding." + "We weren't babbling!" Chilton snapped. "If you saw how it looks outside +you'd realize that something catastrophic happened to subspace hereabouts. What +else could it be but a starship exploding in orbit?" + "That could cause some environmental damage," Riley admitted. "But the +STAR-brain's subspace potential monitor exploded, remember? Not even a dual- +annihilating starship could have caused that. No. It was something else, though +for the life of me I can't begin to fathom what. Did anyone TRY contacting the +ship yet?" + They exchanged glances. "No," Titus-George answered. "Till now we have had +other things on our minds." + "I know," Riley agreed. "I'm worried about Walt and Dan, too. That's why +I'm asking if you tried to call the ship." + "We were plenty worried for you too, Commander," Chilton told him. "What +has the ship to do with the commodore and Commander Blasberg?" + "Everything," Riley replied. "Walt and Dan are in transporter transit +along with the STAR. The pattern buffer WAS buried beneath Meridian for +safekeeping. Meridian may have moved somewhat but I'm willing to bet the +pattern buffer is still securely buried. The STAR system is designed so that +the ship's transporter computer reassembles the equipment at a set of predeter- +mined coordinates. I hadn't initiated that part of the sequence when the +subspace storm struck. Walt and Dan are in that pattern buffer and all we need +to do is reintegrate them." + "Here's a communicator," Titus-George returned from rummaging around the +topsy-turvy compartment. She flipped open the antenna grid. "Titus-George to +Excalibur, come in please." + STATIC. + "Titus-George to Excalibur. Crystal, are you there?" + STATIC. + AND MORE STATIC. + The antenna grid was flipped closed. "No response. Incommunicado for now. +And..." She looked to Riley for the next move. + "Meridian's computer can interface with the STAR-brain," Riley thought +aloud. "I managed to bring it along so it should be somewhere inside. Lainey, +you know enough engineering to get the power back on in here. Debbie," to +Titus-George, "you're our resident computer expert. You can find the STAR-brain +and prep the network interface. Chilton, go recon outside and see if you can +spot where the pattern buffer was buried. I'll just lay here and supervise. I'm +not up to much else right now." + + ***** + + Industrious activity filled the time and attentions of the small group. +They had a goal. They had a hope. They had each other. In amazingly short order +under the circumstances, all of Riley's instructions were carried out. Then, +Riley himself was half-carried out to where Chilton had located the cached +pattern buffer. Riley stood, supported on one side by his wife, on the other by +the commodore's lifemate. + Riley fiddled with the STAR-brain's controls and indicators, alternately +frowning and smiling at what he saw them do and display. "Well, I'll say this, +the STAR equipment endured the subspace storm in better condition than I did. I +swear, I've been hurt and patched up so many times since entering Starfleet +Academy that I'm not the man I was eleven years ago." + "Look on the bright side, Timmy," Alexander-Riley suggested, "at this +rate, by the time you retire, you'll be a whole new person." + "Thanks, Lainey. I'll keep that in mind the next time you install a spare +part. Now, there's good news and bad news." + Titus-George felt fear twist her heart. "I don't think I can handle the +bad without hearing the good first." + Riley's soulful brown eyes peered into her crystal-blue ones. "Either Walt +or Dan DID survive." + "'Or'," Chilton echoed. + Riley nodded. "There's only one signature in the pattern buffer. The good +news is there's barely a point zero zero zero zero one degree of integrity +degradation. Whichever it is, he's very much viable and retrievable. But..." + "There's more?" Titus-George asked, dreading the response. + Riley frowned and rechecked the readings on the STAR-brain. "Local +subspace took quite a beating from whatever-it-was. The STAR and the transpor- +ter in general operate largely on subspace theory. There's no telling what that +storm did to affect whoever is in the pattern buffer. We're lucky there's a +doctor in the group." + "The bottom line, please, Tim," Titus-George urged. + Riley sighed. This wasn't easy on any of them. One of his best friends in +the world was gone. The other, also one of his best friends, was still alive +but in questionable condition. "Bottom line -- it's in God's Hands now. Pray +like mad. I'm energizing the STAR." + + ***** + + What is taking so long? George asked himself, as he made every effort to +peer through the transporter beam dazzle that clouded his vision. Usually, time +in transporter transit was virtually instantaneous. He had spent many hours, +all told, beaming up, down, over, in, and out. But this one beaming seemed to +be taking longer than all those other experiences combined. Is it a side affect +of the STAR? + "It's Walt!" George heard his beloved wife exclaim. + "No, it's Dan," Chilton was heard to contradict. + "It can't be both," Riley pointed out, "can it?" He was intensely scruti- +nizing the STAR-brain's panel. "This has to be one of the weirdest, if not THE +weirdest thing I've ever encountered." + "Tim, you're scaring me," Titus-George said. "Is that my husband or not?" + You're scaring me too, George mentally agreed. Hurry up and finish the +integration so I can take a look and see what's so weird. + "I don't know whether or not to complete the integration cycle," Riley +said, more to himself. "There IS only ONE signature in the pattern buffer. But, +it looks like TWO people are materializing. And, from what I can tell, the +subspace signets are way out of specs or even speculations." + George felt his heart drop into his feet, not literally. Something had +gone wrong with the STAR and they'd lost Daniel C. Blasberg, Jr. He had +inadvertently killed his first officer. Hurry up, Tim! he wanted to shout. +Maybe we can still save Dan if you let me try my hand at the STAR-brain. + "I really wish I knew what the end result will be if I complete this," +Riley continued to muse. "I don't want to risk putting him... them... nuts!... +back in the pattern buffer with the subspace readings looking like they do -- +which is like a tossed salad revisited. Two solid objects CANNOT possibly be +occupying the same space at the same time! But, that's what the readings say is +happening." + George felt the overwhelming urge to take command and order the chief +engineer to stop stalling and restore altogetherness altogether. He must've had +a good reason to hesitate, but he who hesitated too long was lost. Due to the +virtues of the transporter beam, though, George was in no position to command +anything but his impatience and apprehension. + "Tim, please!" Titus-George said as both request and demand. + "All right, Debbie," Riley resigned. "For better or worse, I'll bring +him... them... nuts!... in and pray your prayers and mine are answered." + George would have huffed in relief, but bodily movement was restricted in +transporter transit. Instead, he savored the sensation of awareness that his +five senses were returning to normal as the physical world regained solidarity +for him, at last! "Okay, Tim, what was the holdup for?" he demanded to know, +stepping near the group. + They drew back as one... in fear? + "Walt?" his wife asked tentatively. + "Dan?" Chilton ventured. + "Yes," he heard Blasberg answer, "in the flesh, finally!" + "Dan, where are you?" George asked. He had stopped dead in his tracks, and +further movement seemed difficult in the extreme. + "Commodore?" Blasberg's voice called. "I can hear you but I can't see +you." + Titus-George fainted at that moment. Alexander-Riley knelt beside her as +doctor and friend to tend to the unconscious woman. + "Debbie!" George exclaimed and wanted to rush over to his stricken wife. +Again, moving of his own volition was thwarted. "Tim, explain! What's going +on." + "That's what I'd like to know," Blasberg demanded, though he still +remained invisible to George's eyes. "Has something happened to the commodore?" + "I'm all right, Dan. It's you I'm worried about, wherever you are." + "With all due respect sir, did you bump your head? I'm standing right +here." + "Where? Wave or something so I can see you." + "Here!" An arm waved directly in his line of sight. + That's my arm... isn't it? George asked himself. He hadn't moved his arm +yet he'd seen his arm move when Blasberg waved. + Riley and Chilton stood transfixed at some horrific sight, judging from +their expressions. + "This is physically impossible," Chilton managed to say. "I've seen some +weird lifeforms in my short career, but this is definitely one for the record +books." + "What do you mean, Commander?" George asked, trying again without success +to look around. "According to your own report this planet is void of animal +life." + "Sir," Chilton began, "I don't know how to say this to my commanding +officer... or even his second-in-command... but you... sirs... are the weird +lifeform I am referring to, with all due respect." + "Debbie, you're talking like we're one person instead of two," Blasberg +said. "Please tell me this is one of your practical jokes, like mouthing words +to pretend I'm going deaf or something like that." + "I'm not pretending, Dan," Chilton denied. "This is for real... I think." + "That's enough!" George stated in full command mode now. "Report!" + Riley took a step or two nearer his friend. "Commodore, it appears the +STAR has... er, uh... malfunctioned and reintegrated you and Dan into one +body." + "I need to sit down," George said, feeling vertigo sweep through him. + "So do I," Blasberg, yet out-of-sight, agreed. + "Doctor," George called, "you're the expert on physiology here. What is +your diagnosis?" + Alexander-Riley rose, assured Titus-George was merely unconscious. "Walt, +Tim and Debbie are right. It... appears you and Dan are one person... sort of." +She aimed her tricorder at him and frowned at the readings. "But a person in +nearly perfect health, maybe, relatively." + "Not funny!" Blasberg exclaimed, "and not possible... is it?" + "It is," George agreed. "Explain, Tim, please." + "It must have been that subspace storm, or whatever it was," Riley +speculated. + "What subspace storm?" George and Blasberg asked in tandem, literally and +physically. + Riley involuntarily gaped at the sight and sound. "Right after you +dematerialized, some sort of subspace disruption struck, destabilizing the +local subspace continuum. It played havoc with the planet's atmosphere, as you +can see. We took refuge in Meridian, but the subspace storm sent us on a little +spin. When we recovered from that, we came looking for you two. Instead we +found one of you registering as a pattern buffer signature, or so we thought. +Apparently, your two signatures were merged as one by the subspace disruption. +So, when the STAR reassembled your patterns, it did so as one person instead of +two." + "I need a mirror," George said. + "I need a drink," Blasberg added. + "We need to get back to the ship," Riley countered. "Maybe the ship's +transporters can undo what the subspace disruption has done." + "Then, why haven't we beamed up to the ship yet?" George asked. + Riley cleared his throat. "They don't answer our calls, Walt. After that +subspace storm, it may be merely interference. Or..." + "My ship..." George breathed. Then, "Where's Meridian? We've got to get +back into space and find out what happened to Excalibur." + "It got tossed about two hundred meters away," Riley told him. "The +insides are somewhat scrambled but she may still be spaceworthy." + "Commodore," Chilton spoke up, "we're forgetting the other away teams on +the surface here with us. Shouldn't we go looking for them and see if they +survived..." She left the 'or not' unsaid. + "Commander... Debbie," George held her gaze, "If we can find Excalibur, +we'll have a better chance to locate Silva's and Morning Star's away teams with +the sensors onboard than flying recon patterns in Meridian." + "Time's a wastin'," Blasberg said. "We can talk en route. Just get the +commodore out of my body so I can feel normal again." + "Okay, Number One," George said. "We can get you feeling normal again... I +hope... and looking normal again. Sorry we won't be able to change your normal +looks though." + "You should be so lucky, sir," Blasberg retorted, "with all due respect." + "Is my wife all right, Doctor?" George asked. + "She just fainted, Walt," Alexander-Riley answered. "The mild stimulant I +gave her will bring her around shortly." + "Fine," George said. "Tim, you look like something the cat dragged in then +dragged back out, so I assume you're in no condition to carry my wife back to +Meridian." + "She helped carry me this far," Riley said. "When I'm feeling better, I +can return the favor. For now, it's all I can do to stand here and smile." + "We'll wait until Debbie comes to," George decided. "Try to explain what's +happened to me... us... whoever so she'll understand I'm still alive. If I were +her, under the circumstances, I'd faint too." + + ***** + + Launching an upside-down warpshuttle had been a whole new experience for +Lieutenant Commander Debbie Chilton. But then, there had been a plethora of +novelties -- a subspace storm, a ride in a warpshuttle not unlike a barrel over +a waterfall, a freak transporter malfunction combining two of her favorite +people in the world into one. Yep, she'd certainly filled her year's quota of +the strange and the new in one day. + Chilton had had plenty of backseat advice from Riley, George and Blasberg, +though the latter two currently counted as one person. It had been odd thinking +backward and upside-down lifting the warpshuttle on antigravs and flipping it +with thrusters. But, her brain had done warm-ups on perceiving the ultimate in +Siamese twins just looking at the George/Blasberg synergic amalgam. + George/Blasberg and Riley were in no condition to pilot Meridian, much +though Blasberg protested. G/B simply couldn't sort out who was controlling +which body part and Riley was still recuperating. Titus-George and Alexander- +Riley felt less confident about piloting than Chilton did, which must have been +pretty feeble since she wasn't all that hyped on piloting herself. But, she'd +gotten them off the ground without crashing and into space without burning up. +Too many more novelties today, and she'd be able to retire from Starfleet +tomorrow and feel she'd seen and done it all. + "The planet's ozone layer is eighty per cent depleted," Titus-George +reported, "and the atmosphere is completely ionized. Sensor readings of the +surface are sporadic and untrustworthy." + "More bad news," Alexander-Riley added. "One of the primaries of this +system is gone. The other two are critically imbalanced. There are solar flares +erupting from their surfaces being drawn into each other. They're fueling and +destroying each other all in one action." + "An atmosphere ionized," George summed up, "a star destroyed, subspace +destabilized. Whatever happened must have been quite a light show." + "We're approaching orbital altitude, Commodore," Chilton reported. + "Standard orbit, Commander," George told her. "Tim, any sign of Ex- +calibur?" + "None at all, Walt," Riley answered. "No debris, no radioactive fallout, +no log buoys, no bodies, no nothing." + "Know nothing," Blasberg burlesqued, "that's our main problem. We know +nothing and need to know something if not everything about what happened." + "I just want to know one thing at the moment, Number One," George said +grimly, all too well aware, to all appearances, he was speaking to himself, +"where is my ship? Where is Excalibur?" + + CONCLUDED IN PART TWO +-- +It left the world and took its flight Taking care of business +Over the wide seas of the night. and +The moon set sail upon the gale, Working overtime! +And stars were fanned to leaping light! ********************= +Sender: news@freenet.carleton.ca (Usenet News Admin) +Reply-To: av557@FreeNet.Carleton.CA (Walter S. George) +Organization: The National Capital FreeNet +Date: Thu, 20 Oct 1994 04:39:47 GMT +Lines: 956 + + + A TRICK OF THE LIGHT + + an EXCALIBUR EPIC by + + Walter S. George + + ( USS Excalibur NCC 2004 ) + +FRONTIERS OF ANY TYPE, PHYSICAL OR MENTAL, ARE BUT A CHALLENGE TO OUR BREED. +NOTHING CAN STOP THE QUESTING OF MEN -- NOT EVEN MAN. +IF WE WILL IT, NOT ONLY THE WONDERS OF SPACE BUT, THE VERY STARS ARE OURS! + + PART TWO + + + The drone that siphoned his consciousness out of the murky depths throbbed +in rhythm to the pounding ache in his skull. It reverberated through his jaw to +his teeth. It commuted down his vertebrae into his legs. The super low-toned +buzz resonated throughout his entire body and brought him slowly to full aware- +ness. + "Who am I?" It was asked out loud and he had voiced it. "I must be me, so +therefore I am..." A moment stretched into infinity as he groped through fogged +recall for... "Toby Molina, security chief of USS Excalibur NCC 2004." + "Where am I?" also asked aloud. It was dark, but his eyes were open. The +only sound was the angry buzz tickling his ears and vibrating the marrow of his +bones. He pieced together the last moments he remembered; phaser-grenades, red +alert, brace for... "IMPACT! We hit something. I'm in the turbolift with a +container of..." + Phaser-grenades. + Now, Molina could place a name to the hum. Not one, nor two, but many +phaser-grenades all primed and charged. True they were only designed for +practice and the force of one detonation could knock a person back a step or +two. But, if more than one of them exploded and set up a chain reaction in the +others... + ...if their respective fields modulated together... + How many phaser-grenades were there in one container? Molina chewed on his +lower lip and thought of the weapons manuals he had read. Fifty. Fifty phaser- +grenades in one standard Starfleet issue container. If even one of them went +off in close proximity to the others... + Molina sat up sharply. Till now he had lain motionless, concentrating on +the hum and his headache. Rudely his attention diverted to the stabbing agony +in his right leg. He sucked air through his teeth with a hiss, stifling a +heated oath. He forced himself upright and against the bulkhead of the tur- +bolift to examine his leg by feel. It could be a sprain. But, the bones he felt +protruding though his uniform and the very damp blood-drenched cloth told him +the leg was very much broken. If the bone had sliced an artery then he could +die in a very short time. He combed his hair with his fingers with growing +apprehen... Oh, no. He had run his fingers by his right ear and felt the +trickle of blood seeping out. A concussion, or worse. + Great! Either the phaser-grenades would kill him, or his concussion, or he +could bleed to death. No lights meant no power, no comms, maybe no life- +support. Maybe whatever had struck Excalibur had compromised hull integrity. He +could be sitting in the only chamber on board with atmosphere. + He could be sitting in his coffin. + Worry about one thing at a time, Molina. The phaser-grenades were a +crucial priority. If they went off and by some chance hulled through the +turbolift, the explosion could endanger others who might still be alive on +board after... whatever it was that had happened to Excalibur. + Molina dragged himself towards the buzz that sounded like maddened +hornets, ignoring the piercing anguish each move invoked in his broken leg. +That pain did in no way help his headache any either. He reached the container +both by guess and by luck. He grabbed it with both hands and dropped it, +screaming as his palms and fingers were scorched. The container was HOT, as his +singed fingers had found out. This could be a very bad thing... VERY bad. + + ***** + + It was not a good thing. It seemed like hours, but only minutes had passed +since Makofsky had regained awareness of his world. He awoke to not only find +the nightmare of command continuing, but worsening as well. + A few things had been accomplished. The life-support had been restored and +along with that the lights. For now, all they had was emergency battery power, +but Lieutenant Sevik, chief engineer in Commander Riley's absence, assured the +reluctant acting commanding officer with Vulcan certitude that at least impulse +power could be restored before the batteries were depleted. + Sick bay had briefly reported several casualties but no fatalities... yet. +All decks had not yet reported in as the comm system was in a state of unpre- +dictable flux due to the subspace energy swell that had permeated every area of +the ship. + That was the best of the worst news. The truly bad news had yet to +manifest itself, but Makofsky harbored little doubt that tragic tidings were as +imminent as... + "Too much pessimism will give you an ulcer, Jim." + March. Somehow she always knew what was going on inside him, feelings- +wise. She was seated calmly at her station, monitoring ship's status or +replies to their distress call. He was pacing the upper elevation of the bridge +like a cornered predator. "I prefer to think of it as positive negativism, +Crystal. If I'm certain things will go wrong then I've already circumvented +Murphy's Law. Case in point -- look where we are right now." + March stood, barricaded Makofsky's pacing and surveyed the bridge. +"Nothing a few repairs and some cosmetic painting won't solve. We're alive +aren't we? After what just hit us, don't you think that's something to inspire +optimism?" + Makofsky tried a smile, just for March's sake. He knew she was trying to +dispel his anxieties. But, just the sight of the bridge was enough to ignite +them all over again. "Look what I've done to the commodore's bridge. I shudder +to think what has happened to the rest of the ship and the crew." + "That's a little conceited, isn't it?" + "Conceited? How could I be overly proud of... this?" + "How can you assume the responsibility for that subspace energy swell that +hit us? You're a fairly intelligent being, Jim, but you're not powerful enough +to disrupt subspace and toss this ship through it like a discus." + "'A commander is responsible for his ship and his crew,'" Makofsky quoted. + "But not for the unforeseen calamities they face," March countered. "The +blame for that falls on the unknown or the unexpected. Exploration has never +been without inherent risks." + "We weren't even exploring," Makofsky observed. "All we were doing was +orbiting a planet, minding our own business when subspace physics turned ugly." + "And just where did that ugliness originate? Excalibur? The bridge. Your +mind?" + "You know perfectly well where that subspace swell initiated from -- +Praxis, the Klingon..." Makofsky stopped in mid-tirade and a sheepish look +crossed his face. "We WERE just minding our OWN business. Something happened on +Praxis to make the Klingons' business ours -- vicariously." + "You're right," March said gently. "What happened on Praxis is OUR +business now, Jim. Your business is to lead us out of this predicament. +Commodore George trusts you to keep a level head, or he wouldn't have placed +you in command in his absence. Remember what happened on Oubliette? I was so +scared I nearly jumped ship to avoid my responsibilities. Well, not literally, +but I wanted to. The point is, WE triumphed over the Annihilators then. This... +is child's play compared to that." + Makofsky looked around Excalibur's bridge... HIS bridge. The viewscreen +was darkened but that would soon be rectified. Technicians were busy repairing +panels. One or two medics were treating minor wounds. T'Tala was busy at her +station, Kelley and Thokov were absorbed at their helm and navigation tasks. + When all was ready to be coordinated, the center seat would become the +clearinghouse for information and decisions. When he had first regained +consciousness, he had avoided that chair like it was electrified. Now, thanks +to March's tender reprimands, he knew only he COULD sit there in this situa- +tion. + + ***** + + "Uuuh! Uuung! Huuuung!" + The exigency exit of the turbolift came away from the bulkhead with a +sudden spring. Molina lost his precarious balance on his one good leg and +toppled heavily to the floor with a resounding thud. Several expletives from at +least two dozen worlds sprang to mind. Molina tempered his temper and sufficed +with, "OUCH!" It was still four letters and was the most eloquent word of +hundreds of worlds to express pain-invoked outrage. + Pain WAS an inadequate word to describe the fiery anguish assaulting his +injured leg, or the vise-like pressure threatening to thrust all consciousness +out of sight and out of mind. The Klingons a had a word for it -- "'oy'", which +was as close to OUCH the Klingons ever got. Two letters and two accent marks, +but eloquent in its brevity. + Concentration on linguistics did little to take Molina's mind off the pain +he was trying to ignore, but it did more than nursing and focusing on the pain +itself. If he did that, he would succumb to the lethe that the pain was a +harbinger of. And after the lethe, there would be death. + Speaking of death, the resonating thrum of charged phaser-grenades drilled +its way into his brain. Usually, a phaser-grenade remained inert until manually +triggered by the person about to throw it. Somehow, Molina wasn't sure, these +fifty phaser-grenades had all been activated simultaneously. Their collective +unified fields were heterodyning and the resultant energy backwash was amplify- +ing in magnitude confined within the container. Death was a heartbeat away. +Which agency of impending death was merely a matter of time. + Molina strained to reach his uniform tunic by one sleeve. His extended +fingers grasped the blood-red material and he gingerly slid the bundle over to +him. He wasn't going to wear the tunic, exactly. In it was the phaser-grenade +container, bundled like a burden in a rucksack. With no small effort, he +brought the makeshift pack and its volatile contents around behind him, lifted +it up by the sleeves to the level of his shoulders, and tied the sleeves around +his chest, bandoleer fashion. + Now for the really hard part. Everything after this would be downhill -- +one way or another. Molina had to stand, favoring the injured leg and suppor- +ting his weight and that of the less-than-light phaser-grenade container, all +without losing his precarious balance. He raised one arm and grasped the safety +railing affixed to the turbolift bulkhead. Just like weight-lifting only he was +the weight he was lifting. "Hyuunguuh! OUCH! 'oy'!" + He stood for a moment, gathering his wits out of the stupor of vertigo +filling his skull. There is no pain. Liar. There is TOO pain. There is no time +to coddle yourself. Get the lead out and get moving. + He had already uncovered the emergency ladder inset into the turbolift +shaft just outside the lift itself. He inched his way around the inside of the +lift by hauling himself along the railing. Reaching the open exigency exit, he +peered out and up. The clearance between the lift and the wall of the shaft was +barely enough for him and his burden. He couldn't exactly see where the next +deck was, but he had to climb at least that far before he could truly escape +and rid himself of the impending catastrophe attached to his back. + He gripped the first rung. Great. The heat from the phaser-grenade +container was barely tolerable, muffled by his tunic, but he was sweating +buckets and his hands were slick with perspiration. Just hang on and do not +under pain of death, literally, let yourself let go. + With a hop, he placed his uninjured leg on the ladder, and hung there for +a moment, feeling for the equilibrium between his body and the ballast on his +back. With a combination hop-reach-grasp he ascended each rung of the ladder +meticulously and purposefully. He was almost clear of the turbolift, when the +container caught on some protrusion, jerking his leg and one hand free of the +ladder. Now, two fingers and a thumb were all that secured him to the scant +safety of the ladder. He dangled, fighting fear and despair, knowing if he fell +even to the roof of the turbolift that he lacked the strength to get back up. + His grip was slipping! In desperation, he used the momentum of the sliding +of his fingers to swing around and reach for the ladder with his other hand. He +fell, but not far, for he managed to grab a rung firmly with all five fingers. +His arm was nearly wrenched out of its socket as his downward inertia was +halted with a snap. He banged against the ladder with a painful jolt, his +headache augmented by the pounding. + Don't feel. Don't faint. Concentrate. Next rung. Hop. Reach. Grab. Pull. +HANG ON!. Next rung. Hop. Reach. Grab. Pull. HANG ON! +Next rung. Hop. Reach. Grab. Pull. H A N G O N ! + A thousand rungs later, or so it seemed, Molina arrived at the doors to +the next deck up. His vision was blurred and shadowy. His grip on awareness +less secure than his weakening grip on the ladder. With a final surge of +determination and stamina he hit the emergency access switch and the doors +snapped open. With the last erg of grit left to him, Molina flung himself and +his burden through the opening. The phaser-grenade container pummeled his body +as he slammed to the deck. No vigor left. Lethargy seized his body. His +conscious thoughts shredded in a maelstrom of crimson agony. + "Cuidado! Muy peligroso! Ayudam‚!" + Numb went his mind and black went his life-spark. + + ***** + + March sensed stress and anxiety. With a sigh and for the thousandth time +since regaining consciousness 'here', wherever that might be, she plied the +mental skills that subdued extrinsic emotions she perceived from others and +reinforced her practiced detachment from those emotions. At times, she wished +the simple act of taking two aspirin could accomplish the same buttressing of +her self against the flo of others' passions. The mental techniques were a +drain on time and vitality. Stress and anxiety were the ambience of the hour +from nearly everyone aboard Excalibur. + To be fair, she also sensed hope and confidence as the bridge crew sought +to answer how and what had happened to them, when and where they were, and why +it had all happened in the first place. From Makofsky she sensed a nagging +uncertainty of what to do next, coupled with a determination to wait and see +nonetheless. The young Starfleet officer really had command potential and March +puzzled over what personality quirk within Makofsky hobbled that promise of the +leader he ought to be. + "I have findings to report, Commander," T'Tala announced from her seat at +the science station. "I have reconstructed the sequence of events from the +moment we were struck by the subspace energy swell to the moment we lost power +to the bridge systems." + Makofsky swiveled the center seat to face the Vulcan woman, acting as a +Human lens focusing the attention and curiosity of the rest of the bridge crew. +To March it was almost a visible beam of inquisitiveness gleaned from his crew +and discharged toward the assistant chief science officer. + "I've been waiting for this report," Makofsky said, keen anticipation +shading his words with an edge. "First, can you tell us where we are?" + "Not in discrete terminology," T'Tala replied. "Much of what I, Ensign +Kelley and Lieutenant Thokov have culled from the admittedly scrambled data is +hypothetical, even purely speculative. The certainty of the validity of our +conclusions are therefore..." + "Lieutenant, time may be crucially short," Makofsky cut in. "We can accept +the face value of your conclusions and take them with a grain of salt." + T'Tala lowered an eyebrow in a half-frown. "Sodium Chloride? Illogical. +However, the gist of our findings are that the subspace energy swell carried us +out of orbit, across the Helel system and into Helel B, one of the blue-white +primaries." + "You're saying we fell into one of the stars?" Makofsky was openly gaping +at the thought. + "Objects cannot fall in space as there is no gravity and all directions +are relative," T'Tala apprised him. March had to suppress a smile at the +logical literalism that restricted T'Tala's perception of Human colloquialisms. +At least T'Tala's Vulcan control of her emotions were a balm to March's +battered talent. "But, we have reconstructed the juxtaposition of the vector of +the subspace energy swell and our orbital trajectory at the moment we were +struck." She paused, observing the less-than-comprehending looks her words +evoked on her shipmates' expressions. "Perhaps a graphic of the course of +events would be more instructive." + "An audio visual aid would be great, T'Tala," Makofsky told her, "and +appreciated. Please proceed." + He sounds like Commodore George when he says things like that, March +thought to herself. Indeed, she sensed from Makofsky the same sort of not- +quite-hero-worship he usually projected when the commodore was around. So. He +was imaging the commodore and most probably envisioning how Excalibur's +commanding officer would be directing this discussion. Makofsky had selected an +excellent role model for command, the best March had ever encountered in point +of fact. She tacitly applauded the science officer's choice and mentally +propelled that certitude in his direction. + Makofsky turned his head slightly in March's direction as if sensing her +telempathic projection. He smiled at her, tickled by uncertainty as to why. +Then his eyes, all eyes were on the forward viewscreen, watching T'Tala's +graphic representation of her report. + Helel was a green sphere in the lower right quadrant. The trinary primar- +ies in the upper left were yellow spheres. Excalibur was a red dot positioned +just above the green sphere. White concentric rings rippled towards the green +sphere from the lower right corner. They propagated across the screen, enlar- +ging their circumference as they went. They overtook the red dot and it was +swept along with their headway toward the center of the three primaries. The +red dot merged with that primary and the circles warped in shaped like a +whitecap against the bow of a clipper ship. The circles moved on and out of +range. The primary disappeared from the graphic and so did the red dot. The +screen blanked. + "Alright," Makofsky spoke into the reflective silence. "That's what +happened and how. Now, where are we?" + T'Tala's eyes wavered from her logical, rational computer equipment to the +all too Human eyes of the acting commander. "This is the purely specula..." + The starboard turbolift doors snapped open. Someone fell heavily through +the opening. + "Cuidado! Muy peligroso! Ayudam‚!" he croaked weakly. + "WARNING! EXPLOSION IMMINENT! BRIDGE LEVEL! WARNING! EXPLOSION IMMINENT! +BRIDGE LEVEL!" the computer cautioned. + March was seated next to the turbolift. Fighting through waves of anguish +and despair blasting her from the stricken man, she rushed to his aid. She +began to undo the bundle crushing him to the deck. "It's Commander Molina, Jim. +He's hurt and YEEEEOW!" + Makofsky was at their side with a leap over the rail and two steps. "What +is it, Crystal?" + "That is HOT!" March said through teeth clenched against the pain of +blistered hands. + Makofsky examined Molina's burden. "A phaser-grenade container... and it's +humming... Quick, Crystal, drag Toby as far away as you can without injuring +him further!" + March sensed growing alarm within Makofsky. Without taking the time to +ponder the reason for the alarm, she acted on his command, dragging Molina away +from the heated container of phaser-grenades. She was joined in her efforts by +Ensign Kelley. + "Ensign, give me your phaser, now!" Makofsky demanded of the security +guard on duty. Starfleet security guards were trained to act instantly to +commands. The requested phaser flipped expertly through the air. Makofsky +snared it with one hand and rapidly set it to its highest setting. In a smooth +motion spurred by the instinct to survive he shoved the thrumming container +back through the open turboshaft doors, into the shaft proper. Before the +container fell down the shaft, he fired the phaser point blank range, then dove +over the bridge rail, shouting, "Everybody! Down!" + There was blazing light, noise and percussion from the direction of the +turboshaft. The computer klaxon wailed in joint warning of the phaser fired way +above stun setting and the explosion in the turboshaft. + "WARNING! HULL INTEGRITY COMPROMISE! STARBOARD TURBOSHAFT AT BRIDGE +LEVEL!" + "Computer, belay alarm!" Makofsky called out from where he had landed on +the deck. "We already know what happened, thanks." He looked in the tur- +boshaft's direction, assured himself the doors had shut off the vacuum of open +space, then stood. "All clear, everyone. Any injuries?" + "Just Toby," March answered, while two of the medics who had been present +on the bridge knelt over the stricken security officer, working quickly to +preserve the life force she could sense was ebbing away. + "Get the engineers working on sealing that hull breach," Makofsky direc- +ted, then slowly sat in the center seat. "Now then, T'Tala, you were getting to +the purely speculative part?" + He's diverting attention away from the life and death crisis, March +realized. Good move, Jim. + T'Tala had moved next to the viewscreen in the aftermath of the detona- +tion. She straightened into Vulcan correctness of posture, clasped her hands +behind her back, and addressed Makofsky directly. "Where we are is more +difficult to ascertain as the term 'where' inadequately expresses the conundrum +of our location. Observe." She nodded to Kelley who touched some switches on +the helm. + The viewscreen beside T'Tala came to life and the view was discomfiting. +It twisted the eyes, churned the stomach and assaulted the rationale. It was +Chaos, pure but in no wise simple. + "This is where we are," T'Tala said. "This is subspace as we've never seen +it before. As near as we can assess, the subspace energy swell fused with Helel +B. The resultant power surge pushed Excalibur deep into subspace many levels +below the superficial ones required for warp drive to operate." + "You said that direction in space is relative," Makofsky pointed out. "How +can we be deep into subspace if there is no 'down'?" + "It is not so much of a direction as a magnitude of dimension," T'Tala +answered. "It would be more precise to say we are separated through a multitude +of levels of subspace from what we consider as normal space further than any +manned vessel has ever been. We were propelled here by the agencies of the +subspace energy swell and the collapse of Helel B." + "Sir, we're taking Lieutenant Commander Molina to sick bay," a medic +interrupted T'Tala's discourse. + Makofsky let a frown of annoyance slip through his discipline. "Thank you, +Ensign. I would like to be kept apprised of his condition." + As the medics gurneyed Molina into the turbolift, March moved to Makof- +sky's side. "He'll live, Jim." + "How can you be certain, Crystal?" + "I have my ways," March impishly grinned. + "I'm sure of that," Makofsky said. "T'Tala, can you tell me if we can get +back to relatively normal space?" + T'Tala exchanged glances with Kelley at the helm and Thokov at naviga- +tions. "We are working on that, Commander. There is an eighty-five percent +chance of a successful return." + "No decimals to that percentage?" Makofsky asked. "I'm disappointed." + "I have found precise estimates to be somewhat of an annoyance, if not an +outright waste of the effort to relate to most Humans, Commander." + Makofsky blinked. Vulcans WERE known to be candid and honest. "Thank you, +T'Tala. Carry on." + March had returned to her communications station, a nagging prickling +eating at her musings. She replayed T'Tala's graphic in her mind... green +sphere, yellow spheres, red dot, white concentric rings... green sphere... +"T'Tala, there is another question you can answer, at least for me." + "Yes, Commander March?" + "What happened to the away teams on the surface of Helel. Could anyone +have possibly survived?" + + ***** + + "I'm not sure if anyone else survived or not, Commodore," Chilton repor- +ted. "The atmosphere is completely ionized. There are no answers to our hails. +Maybe we should go down and have a look for ourselves." + Titus-George looked at her husband to watch his expressions as he weighed +consequences of various decisions. Only now, his accustomed features and +countenances were blurred, blended with those of another man sharing the same +body via an aberrant transporter malfunction. The synergic being caught her +scrutiny and tried to smile away her anxieties. Who was smiling at her? Her +husband or Blasberg? For both of their benefits, she returned the smile and +fought down the cascade of tears as she wondered how could she be married to +George in his present frame? His (whoever's) smile faded, as if guessing her +trepidation. + "Doctor Alexander-Riley, what is the projected ability of the planet's +surface to support life?" It was George asking. + "The ozone layer is forty percent depleted," Alexander-Riley answered. +"There is an increase in solar radiation on the surface coupled with a decrease +in temperature. The planet could still be cataloged as Class M, marginally." + "If the others survived the subspace storm," George continued gathering +information, "could they survive on the surface until we either find Excalibur +or evacuate them through some other means?" + "Yes," Alexander-Riley replied. "But, Helel A and Helel C are growing in +instability in geometric progressive phases. Soon, solar flares will threaten +this whole system, especially the two class M planets. There is also the +likelihood of either or both of them going nova." + "For a medical doctor, you make a fair science officer, Lainey," Riley +observed. + "I report what the sensors tell me, Timmy," Alexander-Riley said. "Almost +anyone trained to serve aboard a starship could do the same." + "Even Blasberg?" Chilton asked, "I mean, with all due respect, sir." + "I'm not myself today, Chilton," Blasberg retorted, "or you'd never get +away with that, even the with-all-due-respect alibi." + "What do the facts tell us about whether or not we should expend time and +resources to recon the surface, Commander?" George asked. + Titus-George was alarmed at how easy it was becoming to tell which man in +the synergic amalgam was speaking by his singular inflection and expression. +Two minds, one body. She smiled as she thought that for years now, they'd been +almost one mind in two bodies. If only she could be sure that George was the +mind in control of the body when it came to his relationship with her. But +always, by default, Blasberg would be there too. She shuddered at the thought. + "I think I see the point, Commodore," Chilton said slowly, sifting through +her musings. "Even if we find the other away teams, Meridian is too small to +hold them all for any length of time. Excalibur is their only hope for timely +rescue, provided we can find her. Otherwise, someone will have to decide who +stays behind to die." + "Would you want to make that choice, Debbie?" George asked. + "No, sir," Chilton admitted, "not unless I was in command, and even then +I'd dread making it." + "As do I even now," George told her, and all others aboard Meridian. "But +I intend not to HAVE to make that choice. We are going to FIND Excalibur." + "We won't have to look far, Commodore," Blasberg said. "There she is +approaching from the starboard sector." Everyone peered out the viewport to the +right, straining to catch a glimpse of the pearly hull and regal profile of the +Excelsior class starship Excalibur approaching from that vector. + "You'd better check out Dan, er uh, Walt, I mean," Riley stumbled, "I +mean, Dan's hallucinating, Lainey. I think the shock is affecting his mind." + "If so, Tim, it's affecting my mind, too," George said. "We may be sub- +letting the same carcass, but we seem to know our own minds, so to speak. I see +Excalibur too and in the same spot." + "Sensors show nothing there, Commodore," Chilton contradicted. + "Then we're seeing a phantom," George said, "but both of us are seeing it. +I'm willing to wager it has something to do with our unique, uh, perspective." + "Bet you your next paycheck, sir," Blasberg challenged. + "We're on the same side of this, remember, Dan?" George reminded him. + "We can't help but be on the same side, Commodore. I just can't seem to +see it from your point of view." + "If you were me you could, Dan." It was uncanny watching a man talk to +himself and know he was really talking to somebody else. "Just humor us, in +this, please. Debbie," his glance was focused on Titus-George, "open hailing +frequencies, widest possible bandwidth. What have we got to lose if Excalibur's +NOT there, except to prove we ARE losing our minds?" + + ***** + + "Either I'm losing my mind," March said, as she pressed the transceiver +tighter to her ear with one hand, "or we're receiving a hail from a vessel in +orbit around Helel." + Makofsky leaned forward in the center seat. The viewscreen's image was +blurry and contorted, an effect of how far deep into subspace they were. It was +a testament to the skills of Kelley, Thokov and T'Tala that they could even +navigate the ship at all through that murk. "Is it Meridian?" + "We could spend time guessing, or..." March prompted. + "Are we even ABLE to respond through all of THAT?" Makofsky asked. + "We can receive their hail," March pointed out, "and I'm moderately good +at this job. So..." + "What have we got to lose?" Makofsky said with a shrug. "Put them on +audio. If you can manage it, establish visual also." + "I said I was MODERATELY good," March said, "not a miracle-worker." As +if to prove herself wrong, she tweaked and squeezed every last hertz, every +last erg, every last picowatt out of the incoming signal, and boosted their own +transmit to the max. + The viewscreen warped from the obscurity of the depths of subspace, to a +haze that sort of formed itself into the barely discernable image of a person. +"Thi...s C..mod... Geo... com...n.. Exc..ibu.." + "Can you clean that up?" Makofsky asked. + "Let me get you some turnip blood first, sir," March quipped, but at- +tempted to tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak the incoming signal a tad more. + The picture wavered a little, and the interference did tidy up a bit. +"Excalibur, this is Commodore George. Do you read? Respond, please." + Makofsky activated the commlink on the arm of the center seat. "Commodore! +It's an understatement, but, man am I ever so glad to see you again!" + "Aw, Jim, I'm hurt to the quick. Didn't you miss your old pal Dan?" + "Not now, Number One. Don't confuse the issue with the facts." + "Sorry, Commodore. I forget myself sometime, which is pretty easy to do +particularly now since sometimes you are me." + "Crystal, what's wrong with this picture?" Makofsky asked. "Is that two +people we're seeing superimposed as one?" + March checked the signal analysis monitors. "As near as I can tell, that +is the transmitted image of one person." + "We had a little mishap while testing the STAR," George, was it George or +not, told them. "We're not sure, but we think some sort of subspace distortion +swept through the system. Did you register any anomalous readings?" + "You might say that, Commodore," Makofsky told him, "especially if you +consider a subspace energy swell of immeasurable magnitude a mere anomaly." + "I see," George said. "Is that what happened to my ship, Commander?" + Here it was, the moment of truth. "Yes, sir. We were maintaining a +standard orbit when we received a distress call from Praxis..." + "PRAXIS!" + "Yes, sir. It was disrupted by a subspace energy swell approaching our +position at better than warp factor ten. We didn't have time to get out of the +way. It carried us into the center primary of this system. The power of that +fusion pushed us deep into subspace. We're here but not here, if you see what I +mean." + "I can see Excalibur, Commander. So can Commander Blasberg. The rest of us +cannot." + "Commodore, why CAN we see you and Commander Blasberg as ONE person?" + "Ah, yes. Well, like I said, there was a mishap while we were testing the +STAR. It seems this subspace energy swell was in the wrong place at the right +time. Dan and I were in transporter transit when it swept over the planet. +Local subspace destabilized, and, well, you can see the result." + "Not clearly, sir. As I said we're not exactly here. We're pretty deep +into subspace and returning even as we speak. It may take some time for us to +return to normal space." + "How much time?" + "Unknown. No vessel has ever made this trek before." + "This is a day to mark on the calendar for lots of reasons then, Com- +mander." + "Commodore, what's our next move. I mean, we've managed to pretty well +solve our dilemma, but you seem to have a problem on your hands." + "My hands, too, Jim." + "Dan, I said, not now. And till now, I hadn't really considered any action +beyond finding Excalibur. We've accomplished that, sort of. I don't suppose +you're able to scan the planet and find out if any of the other away team +members survived?" + "Again, Commodore, we're too far away in subspace to be of any assistance +there." + "Understood. Then, I propose we seek out the root of our problem and see +if we can't find some solutions there." + "But, Commodore, our problems are rooted where they originated, at +Praxis." + "Then, Commander, to Praxis we will go." + + ***** + + Commander Tim Riley breathed a low whistle. "I've heard of half-moons, but +this is taking it a mite too far, even for the Klingons." + Praxis, or rather, half of Praxis floated lopsided in its orbit around +Klinzhai. Bits of it still drifted near by, but the other half that wasn't +there, looked like a giant claw had taken a cosmic swipe at the satellite and +left an incurable scar to indelibly mark its attack. + Alexander-Riley looked up from the bluish glow of the sensor hood. +"Klinzhai's atmosphere is completely ionized by the effect of the subspace +destabilization. They obviously took the brunt of the blast. Their ozone is +polluted, registering in deadly levels of radiation. I estimate they have +sixty, maybe even fifty years before their oxygen supply is thoroughly deple- +ted." + "You're saying Klinzhai is dying, Elaine," Titus-George summed up. "In +less than half a century they'll be too weakened to repel any attack or +invasion." + "I'd say the Klingons are already severely incapacitated," Riley said. +"They haven't even sent us a nasty-gram, telling us in no uncertain terms how +unwelcome we are to be on their very doorstep." + George studied the view somberly. "If anyplace could have been the cause +of that subspace energy swell, Praxis is definitely it." He looked out the +viewport of Meridian and saw Excalibur, diaphanous and spectral. It was mind- +boggling to imagine that, though she could be seen by his altered eyes, she was +actually an unthinkable distance submerged in subspace. And though she appeared +to be standing still, Excalibur was warping her way, trekking every second +closer to normal space. The starship had been an invisible escort as Meridian +crossed the Klingon Neutral Zone and infiltrated deep into the Klingon Empire +to the very homeworld of that race of warriors. He knew she was in no danger of +detection from the Klingons as even warpshuttle's sensors couldn't distinguish +the starship hanging close by in space. George COULD see Excalibur through some +trick of the subspace light that had merged his molecules with those of his +first officer. + "I can see Excalibur, too, sir," Blasberg spoke up, "and I can still guess +the train of your thoughts. I want to know why the Klingons haven't picked up +on Meridian intruding on their space yet." + "That one's easy to answer, Commander," Chilton told him. "Since this is +the epicenter of whatever-it-was that sent a wave of subspace distortion +warping through space, subspace hereabouts is thoroughly scrambled. There isn't +a sensor anywhere in this quadrant that could detect ten starships now." + "That means the Klingons are sitting ducks for any enemy who wants to +sneak in in plain sight," Riley realized. + "The Klingons ought to be glad they have us for enemies," Blasberg said. +"Starfleet isn't the sort of group to kick a foe when they're down. The +Romulans now, they should be jumping at the chance to hit the Klingons where +they live. This sort of unfair advantage is right up their alley." + "Dan, you really have moments when you're struck with brilliance!" George +exclaimed. + "Moments?" Blasberg repeated. "What about my hours of brilliance, or the +occasional week? I remember once when I was brilliant for a whole month +running." + "Never mind, Number One," George said. "I can see that what you said was +an accident of syntax, but you have at least given me a brilliant insight." + "My husband," Titus-George sighed, "you're talking in riddles. I'm afraid +you're taking a turn for the worse in this whole synergy situation." + "It's a riddle, but I see the obvious solution," Chilton said. "Who WOULD +gain the most advantage from crippling the Klingons this way?" + "I know you want me to say, 'the Romulans'," Blasberg said, "but if that +were so then why isn't Klinzhai surrounded by a bird of prey flock at this very +moment?" + "That is another good question Number One," George admitted. "We ARE +absolutely correct in blaming the Romulans for this mishap. I feel it in my +bones." + "The only thing I feel in my bones is that we missed eating the picnic +food back on Helel," Blasberg said. "How come my bones don't feel like your +bones since our bones are the same bones?" + "We've have lots of questions," Riley said. "We seem to be fresh out of +answers." + "Since Praxis is the source of the questions," Titus-George said, "and +since we came here to look for answers, I say we go down and have a look for +ourselves." + "That's why I married you, Deborah, my love," George said. "You think the +thoughts I forget to, and no comments from the peanut gallery, Number One." + "Don't mention peanuts," Blasberg said. "It just reminds me of that lost +picnic and how hungry I am." + "If we're going to make planetfall on Praxis, shouldn't we tell Excalibur +our plans?" Alexander-Riley asked. "What if we encounter Romulans lurking about +down there?" + "Precisely my next intention, Doctor," George told her. "Debbie, open a +hailing frequency to Excalibur. Let's give them a forewarning there may be a +Romulan encounter in the near future." + + ***** + + "There may be a Romulan encounter in the near future," T'Tala reported. + Makofsky looked over at his science officer. He welcomed any excuse at +this point not to view the devastated moon on the main viewscreen. "Assuming +the fact, T'Tala, you KNOW we're in KLINGON space, and assuming the fact you +are not given to fits of prescience, I can only assume you have a logical basis +for making such a prediction." + T'Tala raised an eyebrow, a sure sign from any Vulcan that a minor +emotional reaction was being logically controlled. "Indeed. As you know, +Commander, we are deep in subspace exerting much effort to return to normal +space." + "Even though it feels like we are sitting still, yes," Makofsky agreed. +"So, where do the Romulans fit in to the picture?" + "Patience, Jim," March counseled, turning from monitoring her com- +munications channels. "T'Tala has a logical reason for setting up her explana- +tion." + Makofsky glanced briefly at March, saw her wink, and took the hint. "I +apologize, Lieutenant T'Tala. Please continue." + T'Tala rose and moved to stand at the rail separating the upper from the +lower bridge elevation. She stood as straight as her frame allowed and clasped +her hands behind her back. "In order to forecast our course through subspace, +it is necessary to scan as far as possible through the projected levels of +subspace through which we must pass to ensure the course is free of obstacles. +Otherwise, we may collide with an object occupying the space we are about to +enter, a catastrophic encounter to say the least. We know two solid objects +cannot..." + "...occupy the same space at the same time," Makofsky finished for her. +"The commodore and Commander Blasberg seem to be literally living proof that +there is an exception to that rule. I repeat the question, where do the +Romulans..." + "Jim, your interruption is making the explanation last needlessly longer," +March pointed out. + Makofsky nodded, curbed further queries, and indicated for T'Tala to +continue. + "I have scanned a subspace anomaly four levels above, or beyond if you +will," T'Tala said. "It is a deformity in the linearity of subspace that almost +resembles a cylinder, or even a very long pipe very much similar in concept to +a wormhole of more natural origins. The terminus of this subspace pipe is here +at Praxis. Extrapolating back along the pipe's linear vector, it is possible to +deduce its reciprocal terminus." + "Where is that?" Makofsky prompted. + T'Tala let a second of silence add accent and impact to her reply. +"Romulus." + "A tunnel," March said. "You're saying there is a tunnel through subspace +from Klinzhai to Romulus. How in the cosmos did it get there?" + "On Terra in the latter half of the twentieth century," T'Tala began, "the +southern portion of the national federation known as Korea feared imminent +invasion from the northern portion of the peninsula. This fear had some basis +in fact as the northern aggressors had actually tunnelled many kilometers from +their domain, under border sentries, almost to the capitol city of the southern +peoples. The southern peoples remained extremely vigilant of such tunnels, +obstructing their completion at every opportunity." + "So, the Klingons have tunnelled their way through subspace to Romulus," +Makofsky concluded. + "A likely possibility," T'Tala allowed. "But just as likely, or even more +so, is the high probability it is the Romulans who have tunnelled through +subspace to Klinzhai. Indeed, from the resulting incapacitation the Klingons +would undergo from the devastation of Praxis, I can deduce that the Romulans +purposefully orchestrated the catastrophe either to hide their subterfuge or to +anchor the subspace pipe's terminus here at these coordinates." + "Either way," March thought aloud for everyone else, "or even if both are +the case, it WOULD seem almost certain the Romulans are staging an invasion of +the Klingon Empire." + "The question is," Makofsky continued the train of gestalt conjecture, +"are we going to sit by and just let that happen, even if the Klingons are +long-time enemies?" + "Can we even do anything about it, if we're so inclined?" March added. + "I believe there is a way to foil this stratagem," T'Tala began. "We must +terminate this end of the subspace pipe, which can be accomplished with an +explosion similar to the one that either created or anchored the pipe. Ex- +calibur has the potential to create such a detonation." + "Are you suggesting I order the destruction of the commodore's ship?" +Makofsky asked. "He'd kill me." + "Indeed not, Commander," T'Tala said, nearly raising the volume and tone +of her voice at the thought. + "How, then, do you suggest we produce the required explosion?" March +asked. + T'Tala turned her gaze to the viewscreen. "We must foment the annihilation +of the other half of Praxis." + + ***** + + "It's the end of the world," Titus-George whispered, as if fearing to +shatter the fragile looking landscape. + "It's the end of this world at least," Alexander-Riley amended, "and may +very well be the harbinger of the end of Klinzhai as well." + George looked through the faceplate of his survival suit and up at the +serene verdant sphere that was Klinzhai and mulled over the end of all life +thereon. For decades now, many within the United Federation of Planets had +fervently prayed for just such a turn of events without shedding a tear or +feeling the slightest twinge of a pang of remorse. Now, with the hypothetical +demise of all that was Klingon becoming a reality before his very eyes, he was +surprised to find himself choked in sympathy for foes as ruthless as the +Klingons. He smiled, though, at the thought of what those ruthless foes would +think and say if they could read his thoughts, followed by a frown at what they +would do in a reverse situation. + "Klingons," Blasberg's voice broke into his thoughts, "can't live with +'em, can't live without 'em, can't love 'em, can't ignore 'em. What a pity they +won't be around much longer to fight with anymore. It was sort of fun, in a +way." + "They're party animals when it comes to war, that's for sure," Chilton +agreed, "and they really know how to throw a battle-bash, if not their fist." + George's communicator beeped. He brought it out and flipped the antenna +grid. "George, here." + "Riley, here. If I were there I wouldn't be needing to call to remind you +that you haven't checked in since departing Meridian. My doctor says worry +isn't conducive to my present state of health, so I can only assume you're +trying to kill me with anxiety. And I thought we were friends." + "Sorry, Tim," George consoled, "we got lost in thought while taking in the +sites. I haven't got sore eyes but the scenery sure hurts to look at nonethe- +less." + "I GROK. I'm having a bit of difficulty maintaining clear comms. Subspace +hereabouts is in existential tatters and highly unstable. No wonder we haven't +been able to contact Excalibur. Whatever you're looking for you'd better find +it in a hurry. There's no telling what may happen with subspace threatening to +dissolve between one wink and another." + "Understood. Keep an eye on us. We're nearing some structures of some +kind. If we enter, you may lose comms but I'll have someone emerge every so +often and give you a status report." + "Don't make me come after you, Walt. But you know me. Even if I have to +drop a few appendages and lose a little fluid here and there, I'll crawl +through hell and high water to pull your butt out of danger." + "Your doctor would never forgive me if I made you do that, Tim. Relax. +We'll be back shortly." + "'Relax', the man says. Next thing he'll be telling me the Klingons are +suing for peace. HA! That'll be the day! Riley out." + The five of them, correction, four of them including the George/Blasberg +synergy had reached the threshold of a building obviously held together by +stubborn architectural design. + "Leave it to the Klingons to build a structure that stands despite, or +rather, to spite one of the most powerful detonations since the Big Bang," +Blasberg said. + "Praxis is... was the Klingons' chief energy production facility," George +recalled. "Not only did they refine dilithium here, wasn't there a power beam +transmitter established here to beam power to stations on the surface of +Klinzhai?" + "According to all Intelligence, yes," Titus-George affirmed. "They must +have been overmining the dilithium and using extremely poor safety precau- +tions." + "Unless the Romulans REALLY had everything to do with Praxis's an- +nihilation," Chilton pointed out. "How could they have infiltrated the Klingon +Empire so far as to actually engineer... THIS?" + "Traitors come in all sizes, shapes and species, Commander," George told +her. "There are many ambitious Klingons who are loyal to themselves first. It +wouldn't surprise me if..." + A disruptor bolt rudely interrupted his reply as it shattered the already +blasted rock at his feet. + "Hold where you are Federation pestilence!" + "Now just a minute," George called, "we're here to help you Klingons +not..." + "The Klingons are beyond help," their as yet unseen assailant spat, "but +the Romulans are ready to help themselves to the Klingons' helplessness." A +Romulan indeed stepped into view, holding a disruptor trained on a captive. + "romuluSngan veqlargh!" she hissed, venom in tone threatening to eat the +Romulan's auditory nerves as effectively as acid, "tlhInganpu' yay! Hegh!" + George couldn't believe his eyes. It had been too long to comfortably +remember yet... "K'Tsao!" + The Klingon woman twisted in the Romulan's grip at the call. In spite of +her fury at her captor, surprise dragged a reciprocal recognititve response +from her. "j'orj! ruSloDnI'wI'!" + "Your threats are empty, Klingon worm," the Romulan jerked her arm almost +wrenching it out of joint. "As for your ally, he is in no better position to +help you than you are to help yourself." With that, without warning, the +Romulan took rapid aim with his disruptor and blasted the form of George/Blas- +berg. They were engulfed in the molecule-ripping energies of disruptor fire. + There was a scream of terror from Titus-George. Chilton and Alexander- +Riley were too stunned to breathe. K'Tsao took advantage of the chaos to whirl +on her captor and slap him soundly across the bridge of his nose. The Romulan +dropped the disruptor and howled in agony as green blood spurted from the +wound. K'Tsao leaped upon the weapon and with battle-lusting zeal vaporized the +Romulan where he lay crumpled. She then turned to the remaining Starfleet +officers, numb with appalling grief over the sudden loss of both their comman- +ding officer and executive officer, and the lifemate of one of them. + "What are you doing HERE, 'ejyo'?" K'Tsao challenged. + Chilton recovered first. "Praxis exploded. We suffered as a side-effect. +It's a long story. What does it matter now? The Commodore is dead!" + "Long live The Commodore!" Blasberg called. "While he's at it, I think +I'll try that living shtick myself." + "Dan!" + "Walt!" + "j'orj!" + There, against all reason or explanation, stood two men who had been torn +apart by disruptor decimation, And, there WERE two of them. + "How?" + "Why?" + "Who?" + George walked over and hugged his wife in a fierce, relieved hold. Titus- +George used her every ounce of strength to return the embrace. Blasberg was +receiving a similar welcome from Chilton. Alexander-Riley stared at her medical +tricorder as if to convince her eyes with the hard evidence of sensor readings. + "Okay, Commodore," Blasberg wheezed through Chilton's choke hold of +friendship, "explain how you know this tlhIngan be'. You never cease to +surprise me." + "Talk about surprises," Titus-George sniffed through tears of overwhelming +happiness, "and don't take this the wrong way but why aren't you two dead?" + "Not to mention, why aren't you two one?" Alexander-Riley asked. + "My question demands an answer first!" K'Tsao asserted. "What are you +doing on Praxis?" + The nearly-demolished roof of the structure chose that moment to vaporize +in red phaser fire. K'Tsao dropped defensively to one knee and aimed the +disruptor skyward. + "ghobe'! baHbe', ruSbe'nI'wI'!" George shouted, rushed over and slapped +her arm down, spoiling her aim. + She growled, glared at him, but restrained herself from firing. "You may +be sealing our Heghmey, j'orj." + George looked up. "jIHQubbe', K'Tsao. That object hovering above us is my +personal warpshuttle, Meridian. It is being piloted by my chief engineer who +must have had a good reason for moving it, let alone for taking off the roof." +He brought out his communicator. "George to Meridian." + "No time for chatter. Excalibur is on a collision course with Praxis. +Impact in two minutes. Stand clear. I'll land. Get aboard. We've got to high- +tail it off this rock before we become history with it and Excalibur!" + + ***** + + "Personal Log stardate it-really-doesn't-matter-now. Note to myself to +have my head examined in the afterlife. Additional note to myself to avoid +meeting the commodore in the afterlife as well. He'll kill me again for sure." +Makofsky ignored the sweat beading on his forehead, and called out for the +umpteenth time, "Time to impact?" + "Forty-eight seconds," Thokov, the navigator answered. + "T'Tala, tell me again this is going to work," Makofsky pleaded. + "The cumulative effect of our warp field, the acute instability of local +subspace and the mass of what remains of Praxis will cause the expected +detonation," T'Tala said serenely. "As we will not physically occupy the same +space as Praxis, even upon the advent of impact, we shall pass through each +other unscathed. The resulting subspace disruption will complete the destruc- +tion of Praxis. The Romulans' wormhole will draw the resultant backlash energy +and the debris into itself and then collapse." + "Are you sure?" Makofsky prodded. + "Ninety eight point zero zero four three eight percent certain, Com- +mander," T'Tala advised. + "Thanks for the decimals," Makofsky quipped. "Can I have the extra one +point nine nine five six two percent in small change, please? Status of +approaching Romulan warbirds?" + "They are still within the wormhole," Lieutenant Susan Winters, manning +the defense station reported, "approaching at warp factor nine. They will +arrive in forty seconds." + "This is going to be close," Makofsky said through gritted teeth. "Cry- +stal, tell me again what a great thing it is to be in command." + "You're about to find out for yourself, Jim," March told him. "When this +works you're going to be positively smothered in accolades." + "Can I get that in writing?" Makofsky requested. "Too late. Been nice +knowing you. ALL DECKS BRACE FOR IMPACT!" + + ***** + + George ran a finger around the collar of his tunic. It seemed to be +shrinking in the heat of the quprIp chamber. All of Klinzhai was like the +deepest tropics on Terra, or so it seemed. "So, you're telling me Number One +and I really weren't in the same body at all?" + "No, sir," Makofsky answered. "You were each occupying a separate point in +subspace and merely looked like one person by a trick of the light, as it were. +When that Romulan disruptor hit you, it dissolved the subspace bonding between +you. The unstable subspace fields on Praxis absorbed the destructive energy and +you two emerged into normal space as two instead of one." + "What a relief," Blasberg said with a dramatically exaggerated sigh. "I +was worried my good looks were gone for good." + "No loss," Chilton told him. "Your looks aren't your best feature anyway, +Dan." + "Really?" Blasberg returned. "What would you say IS my best feature, +Debbie?" + "I'd tell you but it would bloat your ego," Chilton answered cryptically. +"It's too stuffy in here for that. Besides, we'd never get you back on board +Meridian and we have to leave soon to rescue Silva's and Morning Star's away +teams back on Helel." + "At any rate," George inserted into the banter, "I'll expect a full report +once we return to the ship, Mister Makofsky. There may be a commendation in it +for at least one or two people involved. I think Lieutenant Commander Molina +deserves that and a lot more at the very least for his beyond-the-call beha- +vior." + "Agreed, Commodore," Makofsky said. "Chalk one up for experience. Better +yet, make that two." He smiled a tacit thank you at March. + "Qapla'!" The bellow drew the attention of all towards the approaching +Klingon. As she approached, K'Tsao soundly thumped her chest with her right +fist, then flung it outward and upward in salute to George. "The romuluSngan +veqlarghmey are defeated. my mission is successful. The tlhInganpu' survive yet +another day under the naked stars. My tlho'mey to you ruSloDnI'wI' j'orj. Qang +gorqon approaches. He is coming and cannot be kept long. But, he has tlho'mey +to offer and a request to make." + "Commodore, we're overdue for introductions," Blasberg hedged. "May I have +this lovely lady's name and phone number?" + George sighed. "This is ra'wI' K'Tsao wa'DIch bogh puqbe' tai-Qugh. She's +a... long-ago acquaintance." + "She's a Klingon," Blasberg felt obliged to point out. "But I won't hold +that against her. I can think of other things..." + "Not now, Dan," George warned. "For now, I'll just say the 'T' is silent. +K'Tsao, I trust you are satisfied with our explanation of our presence here in +Klingon territory." + "From you, j'orj, I would accept any explanation as vIt," K'Tsao admitted. +"You arrived now as you did way back then, just when I most needed your +alliance to battle to victory." + "This should make an interesting story," March said. "I haven't known you +long, Commodore, but I know your records do not mention your acquaintance with +K'Tsao or the fact that you speak tlhInganaas rather fluently." + "Another time," George said. "Here comes the voDleH." + "That's not voDleH KsIsar," Blasberg challenged. + "There has been a change," K'Tsao told him. + "Then things must change around here at warp speed," Blasberg returned. + "Remember what planet we're on, Number One," George cautioned, "and mind +your manners." There was no time for further exchanges. The leader of the +Klingon Empire was in proximity to be introduced. + A younger Klingon snapped to attention between George and the Klingon +leader. "This is Qang gorqon, the blood and soul of wo'tlhIngan." + Gorkon was a venerable Klingon warrior in seeming, yet his demeanor exuded +peace. It was an odd ambience. George looked to March, wondering what it was +she sensed from the old warrior. "You are totlh j'orj of veS'etlh. I know of +you from my predecessor's journals. Your appearance here is unlooked-for but no +less appreciated. As I have been informed, you saved the life of my be'nI'puq- +be' q'sao. For that I am personally grateful. You have been instrumental in the +defense of Qo'noS in an hour when we are impotent to defend ourselves. For that +I am forever in your debt." + "Batlh, gorqon!" George snapped out, not in rudeness but in respect. "We +have received a mutual benefit from our second sojourn here in your wo'batlh." + "'It is good to not owe your enemy a favor'," Gorkon quoted. "Yet, now I +must shift that balance and be indebted to you once more." + "I will do you no favors, Qang gorqon," George replied, then quickly +added, "for I am at your service, if not your command." + "You speak to preserve my batlh," Gorkon said with a slight smile. "It is +no wonder you are spoken of as if you were Klingon yourself, totlh j'orj. Very +well. Neither of us is indebted to the other, as it should be between loD- +nI'mey. Please, then, consent to escorting my boQDu' 'ech qerla to your nearest +Federation embassy. He has instructions from me to request an ambassador from +your Federation council be dispatched to Qo'noS at once." + George favored Kerla with a welcoming glance. "HIja' Qang gorqon. Is this +a sign of more change to come on Qo'noS?" + Gorkon looked suddenly weary and weighted with a massive burden. "The +changes coming because praqsIs is no more are multitude. Perhaps, when they are +over and done, Qo'noS and the tlhInganpu' will be no more." + "I will do everything in my power to ensure that is not so, Qang gorqon," +George told him. "The universe would mourn the loss of glory if the tlhInganpu' +cease to be." + + rIn. + + Qapla'! +-- +It left the world and took its flight Taking care of business +Over the wide seas of the night. and +The moon set sail upon the gale, Working overtime! +And stars were fanned to leaping light! ********************= +NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu + +I had a lot of fun writing this story. If you get deja vu, I used +some of "Julian's Christmas Present," but that's ok, because it's +mine too! Hope you enjoy it. + +All rights reserved. Copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp. Characters +copyrighted by Paramount. Permission to spread this all over the +internet granted, as long as this heading remains a part of it. + +**Thanks to Bren for her help*** + +"Fantasy Meets Reality" by Jennifer Shipp + +Part 1 + +The Promenade had a ghostly feel to it. A solitary light spilled +into the darkness. Quark's was the last business to close for the +night. Only a few customers remained. A forlorn figure in a Starfleet +uniform sat off by himself, slouched over his drink. Quark was +clearing out the last of the stragglers when he noticed the officer. +He shook his head and walked over to his table. + +"No luck?" + +Doctor Julian Bashir looked up in surprise. "I beg your pardon?" + +Quark slid into the chair opposite him. "I saw you with Lieutenant +Dax earlier. Only a woman's rejection could cause misery like that. +And only a woman like Jadzia Dax could cause a man to drink 3 Klingon +T'klars." A visible shudder went through Quark. + +"It's that obvious?" Julian unenthusiastically asked. + +When Quark answered, "To me it is," Julian slumped further. + +"Because you're a bartender, and you're supposed to notice what your +customers moods are?," he asked a bit sarcastically. + +"No. Because I haven't had any luck with her, either. But you don't +see me giving up, do you?" + +Julian shook his head. "No, but I'm about ready to. The most exciting, +beautiful woman on the station, and she thinks I'm too young for her. +It's hopeless." Julian almost slumped right out of his chair. His +despair touched Quark, who could sympathize. + +"Look. Lieutenant Dax will probably never think of me as anything +other than a friend to play Tongo with. But does that stop me? +No. I once took her to a holosuite, did you know that?" + +Julian sat up at that one. "She went to a *holosuite*? With you?," +he asked incredulously. He shook his head. "You're making that up. +She would never..." + +"But she did. And if I can get her up to a holosuite, just imagine +what you could do." Quark sat back with his hands folded on the table. +He was watching the doctor's expression change from utter despair to +one of faint hope. He managed a thin smile. + +"I guess I could try again. It's just that after 2 years, you think +*something* would have happened by now." He glanced at his glass. +"Besides, I think it's more the T'klars talking than me. I'll have +a helluva headache in the morning," he added wryly. + +Quark shifted nervously in his seat. "Uh, doctor, you won't have +a headache in the morning. Klingon beverages are different than +what you're used to." + +Julian shot him a questioning look. "How do you mean?" + +"Well, they don't have the effects of regular beverages. T'klar +is known for it's....stimulating effects." + +Julian's eyes widened as he picked up his glass and looked at the +remaining liquid. "Just what do you mean by that?" + +"Well, I've only seen 3 or 4 humans drink those, and they have all +been very....popular the next day. With the opposite sex." + +Realization of just what Quark was saying dawned on his face. +Julian fixed him with a gaze that could have stopped a planet from +revolving. "Are you telling me this," he indicated his glass, +"produces pheromones????," each word slid through clenched teeth. + +Quark started to slide out of his seat, ready to run. "Well, I'm +not exactly sure. I do know it only lasts 24 hours. I really +have to close up now." + +"Quark, I'm not finished with you yet..." Julian threatened menacingly. + +Quark slid out of his seat and bounded for the bar. "Closing time, +everyone OUT!," he almost yelled, staying as far from the doctor as +possible. + +Julian looked again at his empty glass, thoughts swirling through his +mind. _I can't believe Quark didn't warn me. 'Stimulating effects'.. +'opposite sex...'_. A plan began to formulate in his mind. _Maybe +tomorrow won't be so bad_. He decided to let Quark off the +hook...for now. He left Quark's, the intricacies of his plan working +themselves out in his mind. As possible scenarios tumbled through +his mind, a slow, sly smile formed on his lips. He knew he would have +good dreams that night. + +Part 2 + +NEXT DAY: + +Julian awoke feeling no different. He expected to feel *something* +different, but nothing. He wonder briefly if Quark was lying, +but dismissed that with a shrug. If there was no profit in it, +he wouldn't have bothered. He spent a bit more time getting ready +that morning, just in case. He brought his plan into his thoughts +again, a smile playing about his lips. + +He met Dax on his way to the infirmary. _Phase 1, ready_. +"Good morning, Jadzia," he greeted her brightly. "Sleep well?" + +"Good morning, Julian," she answered pleasantly. "Yes, I slept fine. +You're in a good mood today," she observed. + +He gave her a lopsided grin. "I've never felt better." He was acting +like he had a secret that he was dying to tell. + +"There's something different about you today." She gave him the +once over. "Are you expecting something to happen?" + +He could barely suppress his laughter. _If only you knew_. "No. +Today should be quite dull. I have to analyze some samples from +Bajor. They want to check the water supply from the northern +continent." + +They both stepped into the turbolift and gave their destinations. + +"So," he began brightly, turning to her, "do you have a lot +to do today?" + +She smiled at him and shook her head slightly. "It's pretty much +routine by now. Nothing spectacular." + +The turbolift halted for Julian's stop. "This is where I get +off. I'll see you later, Jadzia." He walked toward the +infirmary, Jadzia keeping her eyes on him all the way. "Resume," +when he was out of her sight. + +__________________ +Julian was engrossed in some data when he heard the +infirmary doors open. "I'll be with you in just a minute," +he called in to the other room. He continued tapping the +computer when he felt hands begin to massage his neck. He +closed his eyes, a small sigh escaping from his lips. +He leaned back in his chair, completely caught up in the +moment. He opened his eyes to find Jadzia watching him +intently. + +"Jadzia," his voice registered surprise. + +"Didn't know I could give killer back rubs, did you?," she smiled +down at him. + +He edged away from her. "Umm, no. But thanks." His breathing +slowly returned to normal. _Phase 2, ready to start_. He looked +at her with a quizzical expression. "What can I do for you?" + +"I just wanted to see if you needed any help with that +analysis you were talking about," she tried to reach for his hair. + +"Thanks, but I'm almost done." He flashed her a smile and +continued to work. When she didn't say anything for a minute, he +looked up. "Was there something else?" He turned around to study +her expression. + +"No, I was just watching you work. You get the cutest expression +when you're concentrating." + +_Oh, boy_ he thought. "Thanks. I always wanted to be known for my +'cute expressions'," he said dryly. + +He decided to try his luck. "Would you care to join me +for lunch? I've been told I have excellent conversation skills." + +He couldn't believe her answer. "I'd love to. I'll meet you at the +replimant in 10 minutes." + +_Quark was RIGHT!_ he thought. _Those Klingon T'klars _do_ work! +_I think I'm beginning to like this._ He allowed the smirk he'd +been hiding to come on full force. "See you in 10 minutes, Jadzia." + +She answered him with a blinding smile and left. + +_I can't believe my good luck_ he thought to himself. _*She's* +chasing *me*_. Then he sobered. _Only because of those +drinks._ He sighed. _Since this won't last until tomorrow, I better +make the most of today. Quark said the effect would only last 24 hours. +He saved what he had been working on and headed for lunch with +Jadzia. + +Julian met her at the replimant. He chatted breezily, she sat +in rapt attention, gazing at him with adoring eyes. He tried- +really tried- not to notice the way she was looking at him. _Not +yet_ he told himself. + +He broke off in mid-sentence. "Jadzia." +"Hmmm?" She apparently didn't hear him. +"Aren't you going to eat?" +"Oh." She blinked and looked down at her plate as if she never saw +it before. She took a few bites, then continued staring at him. + +"I don't know what it is about you, Julian. You seem...different +today." She gave him a hard look. "Are you letting your hair +grow?" + +"No, I haven't changed my hair," a twinkle in his eye. + +She shrugged it off. "I guess it's just me." + +Julian tried to hide his laughter in a coughing fit. + +"Are you all right?" + +He caught his breath. "I'm fine. Really. Just got something +stuck for a moment." + +They continued eating and talking until an emergency call came +in for Julian. + +"Doctor Bashir, report to the infirmary immediately." + +"I'm on my way." He gave Jadzia an apologetic smile and left. + +_________________ +Julian sat down for the first time in hours. That power coupling +blowing had resulted in several injuries. Luckily, no one was +seriously hurt. He took a deep breath and stretched before he +started recording his medical log supplement. He had just +finished when his comm badge signalled. + +"Dax to Bashir." +His weariness disappeared. "Bashir here." +"Julian, could you meet me in Quark's at 1900 hours?" + +He tried to keep the elation out of his voice. _Finally, a +date with her_ he screamed to himself. "I'll be there. +Bashir out." + +He sat back in his chair, pushed himself off with his foot from +the table, and twirled around. If he had been a little +younger, he probably would have got up and danced for joy. +He couldn't wait until 1900. + +Part 3 + +Songs included: + +"Giving Him Something He Can Feel" En Vogue +"Vision Of Love" Mariah Carey +"Can I Trust You With My Heart" Travis Tritt +"Hold On To The Nights" Richard Marx +"The Lady In Red" Chris DuBurg +"I Can't Fight This Feeling" REO Speedwagon +"Lady" Kenny Rogers +"In This Life" Collin Raye +"Heaven" Brian Adams +"Now and Forever" Richard Marx +"Because the Night" 10,000 Maniacs +"Angel Eyes" The Jeff Healey Band + +_______________ +A low moan escaped from Julian's throat. Those hands...her hands, +were everywhere at once. She was kissing him, the most wildly +intoxicating kiss he'd ever experienced. He could feel her, feel +her excitement matching his growing urgency. Their tongues danced +wildly. Then he was on top of her. He was whispering her name, +"Jadzia," over and over, like a prayer. + +"Did you say something?," the voice at his ear almost caused him to +jump out of his skin. He was in the infirmary. His assistant, +Annastacian, had her hand on his shoulder and a concerned look on her +face. + +"Sorry to disturb you, doctor. Are you all right?," she asked as she +ran her hand down his arm. + +"I'm...fine. I guess I was daydreaming," he added a bit sheepishly. +"What time is it?," he asked, trying to calm himself down. + +"It's almost the end of your shift. You can go ahead. You're not +doing anything productive here, anyway," she teased him. + +"Thanks a lot," he replied, dryly. "I think I will leave now. +See you tomorrow." + +"Oh, most definitely," she called after him. He missed the seductive +glance she shot him as he left the infirmary. + +Julian smiled to himself as he slid his arms into his jacket. He +had decided to change for his date with Jadzia. He just got +this jacket, and felt it would impress her. It was purplish +grey, and made a nice contrast to the crisp whiteness of his shirt. +His shirt was in the style of the day, crossed and buttoned at the +side, revealing a deep V at his neck. The whiteness of the +shirt made his skin that much more darker; his eyes a deeper +chocolate brown. He ran his brush one more time through his hair +and stepped back to take in the total effect. He pulled the cuffs +of the shirt a bit more through the sleeves of the jacket, smoothed +his pants, whose color matched the jacket, and gave a nod of approval. +He couldn't believe it, but he actually had butterflies. _This +is silly. It's just one date, with the woman of your dreams_. +_How did I get myself into this?_ he asked his reflection. + +Julian entered Quark's, oblivious to everyone. He bumped into +Quark, who wasn't paying attention to anyone, either. + +"Hi, Quark, have you seen Jadzia?." She had asked him to be in +Quark's at 1900 hours, but had not been more specific. + +Quark looked a bit flushed. "Oh, have I seen her." he said lustfully. +Then he remembered who he was talking to. "Umm, she should be on +in a few minutes." + +"On? On where?," Julian asked, confused. + +"On stage, where else? She's going to sing. Why, I have no idea." +he added, before the doctor could ask. "She reserved +a table for you, right in front." He waved his hand in the +general direction. + +"Thanks." Julian went to the table and sat down. The lights +dimmed, and a spotlight shown on the figure in red on +the raised dais in front of him. Julian had a perfect view +of the stage, and of Jadzia. She was wearing a fire red +dress with a slit up to her thigh. Her hair was piled on top of +her head, soft curls dancing over the spots on her bare shoulders. +She spoke to the band, then stepped up to the microphone. +The mellow saxophone blended with her voice as she began +"Giving Him Something He Can Feel." + +Sweat broke out on his forehead as he listened to her throaty +rendition of the classic tune. Watching her move, he wiped +his forehead. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't +notice she was having the same effect on every male in +the room. Quark was almost rubbing his ear off. + +She finished the last strain of the last word as the music faded +softly. She bowed as shouts of "more! more," came from the crowd. +Smiling radiantly, she whispered again to the band, who +nodded. The soft strains of another old song were drowned out +by whistles and applause. But when she touched the microphone, +silence fell over the crowd. "Vision of Love" was belted out in +same manner as her first song. + +The entire audience was locked on her, but Julian was the one +she fixed her gaze on the most. He was mesmerized by her +performance. He had no idea she had a voice like that, so low, +so throaty, so sultry. The sweat hadn't had time to dry from +her first number, and already he was mopping his neck with a napkin. + +More whistles greeted her as she finished the song. She turned for +the last time to the band, who were beginning to look a bit flushed +themselves. She had requested an old bar song, "Fever." The way +she was stroking the microphone stand, the way her body was +moving to the music, Julian's breathing became sporadic. He +started to shift uncomfortably in his seat, as was every other +man in the room. + +The last note faded from her lips, and she got another standing +ovation. She bowed and stepped of the dais. She went straight +to Julian's table. + +"This seat taken?" she asked in that same sultry voice. +"Umm, no." He stumbled to his feet. "That was incredible. I +didn't know you could sing." _like THAT_ he added silently. + +"Thank you. I've many talents you don't know about...yet," she +added, a seductive smile on her lips. She slid into the chair +next to Julian, allowing him a good look at her long legs. + +He swallowed hard. He had never seen her act like this. Not +even the 'double' Dax had acted like this. He just stared at her +with a goofy lovestruck grin on his face. + +The band started a love song, and Julian asked her if she wanted to +dance. They danced to all the great old love songs, from +"Can I Trust You With My Heart," to "Hold On To The Nights," +"The Lady In Red," "I Can't Fight This Feeling," "Lady," +"In This Life," "Heaven," "Now and Forever," and "Because the Night." + +Julian couldn't have picked more perfect songs if he had bribed the +band. Throughout their dance, he nuzzled Jadzia's ear. He had +started kissing the spots near her ear, and was slowly working his +way down. + +During "Angel Eyes", Dax looked up from her comfortable place on his +his shoulder and whispered, "Julian." + +"Hmm...?" He was still caught in the moment of dancing with her, +the feel of her in his arms. + +"Julian, I want to leave." + +His eyes snapped open and he gazed at her incredulously. "Why?" + +"I want to be with you. Alone." she stated simply. + +"Are you sure?" He _wanted_ to be sure he hadn't misread her. +He didn't have to wait long. + +"Yes" she whispered breathlessly, barely an inch from his lips, +the look in her eyes unmistakable. + +"Your wish is my command." Quark watched them leave, silently +saying goodbye to Jadzia. + +__________________ +He woke up in the morning, feeling weighted down. He opened his eyes +and knew the reason. Jadzia was asleep, her head resting on his chest. +He couldn't believe he had mislead her like that. He should have +told her about the T'klars, and the pheromones, but he had chickened +out. He had wanted her so badly that he had lied to her. + +He slid gently out from under her, careful not to wake her, and +got dressed. With a soft "I'm sorry," he left her quarters and +returned to his own. He was sure she would never forgive him, +that he would never be able to look her in the eye again. + +Her eyelids fluttered and she stretched lazily. Her hand reached +out to hug Julian, but she was met by the still-warm hollow he +had left. She sat up in confusion, and with a trace of sadness +in her voice, called, "Julian?" +______________________ + +Part 4 + +Julian hid out in the infirmary, not wanting to accidentally +bump into Jadzia. His staff had been giving him wide berth all +day, afraid that he might blow up at them. He wandered around, +a haunted look in his eyes. He was silently punishing himself, +alternating between hate and guilt. He had firmly decided to +confront Jadzia a dozen times, and had firmly decided _not_ to +a dozen more. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe he could +transfer somewhere. He had gotten a lot of offers upon his +graduation from Starfleet Medical Academy, maybe those contacts +could get him another assignment. His guilt was tearing him apart. +_I can't go on like this._ + +His luck held. He didn't see Jadzia all day. He waited until he +was sure Jadzia would have returned to her quarters before leaving +the infirmary. He let out a sigh of relief upon reaching his door. +It slid open, he stepped inside, and froze. Jadzia was lying on +his bed, wearing, as near as he could tell, not much. + +"Hello Julian." + +"Jadzia, wh-what are you doing here?," he managed to stammer. + +"Waiting for you," she almost purred. + +He swallowed hard. "Jadzia..." + +"Yes?," she asked silkily. + +He couldn't take it anymore. Those T'klars were obviously more +potent that Quark had let on. He had to tell her, had to tell +her *NOW*, before something happened again. He took a deep breath, +and dropped his gaze. + +"Jadzia, I have to tell you something. Last night..." + +"Was fabulous." + +"Thanks," offhandedly. He was intent on telling her what he had +done, how he had lied. "Two nights ago I asked Quark for a drink. +Something exotic. He gave me a Klingon T'klar. I liked it so much, +I had 3." He took another deep breath. "Those drinks produce +pheromones, which caused you to act...different toward me." He +couldn't go on. He continued staring at the floor, his head +hung in shame. Jadzia broke the silence. + +"Julian. Julian, look at me." + +He slowly raised his head, and frowned in puzzlement at the amused +smile on her face. + +"I talked to Quark after you got the call from the infirmary. He +told me about the T'klars." + +He stared at her uncomprehendingly at first, then he slowly +realized what she meant. + +"So, at Quark's last night, and afterwards..." his voice trailed +off. + +"I knew exactly what I was doing," she confirmed. + +Relief flooded through his body. The guilt he had carried since waking +up that morning faded. Then he concentrated on what she had just said +and why she was there. + +"And now?," he inquired, a wicked gleam in his eye. + +"Now..." She got up and walked over to him. One finger caught in +the 'V' of his uniform near his neck and slowly pulled down. +"Computer play Jadzia program 1." The lights dimmed, soft music +pored in, and Julian's heart sung with the songs drifting around them. + +Several hours later, Julian and Jadzia were lying in bed. She +was lying in the crook of his arm, her right leg hooked over his +left. He had his left arm partly around her, his right tracing +patterns on her arm. He bent his head to place a kiss on her +shoulder. + +"No wonder they call you the 'good doctor'," she said wickedly. + +"Is that a reference to my medical skills, or something else?" +he asked cheekily. + +She rolled over until she was half-on his chest. "I'm not telling. +You'll have to figure it out yourself." + +"HEY!," she squealed as he began tickling her. "Stop....I can't... +breathe...," she was gasping for air, trying to tickle him back. + +"Not until...OUCH!...you tell me...," He had her pinned down now, +which wasn't easy, the way she was squirming. "exactly what... +not _there_...you meant!" He managed to get the whole sentence out, +despite her attack on his ticklish areas. + +"NO!," she defiantly shot back, laughing as she did so. "I'll +never tell...NO!" she gasped, as he began tickling her again. + +"All right! All right! You win! Just STOP!," she gasped, +trying to catch her breath. He was panting just as hard as she +was. "Ok...ok...you're the best doctor...on DS-9!," she pushed +against his chest with all her strength, and managed to wiggle +out from under him. She grasped his arm and flipped him over. +Now she was pinning him down. + +He tried to catch his breath, surprised she had gotten the upper hand. +"I demand you let me up." + +"I don't think you're in any position to 'demand' anything, my 'good +doctor'," she smiled slyly. + +"Oh yeah?." He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down on top of +him. "Still think so?," his breath mingling with hers. + +"Oh fooey. foiled again." She didn't sound one bit remorseful. +She could feel his heart pounding; heard it echo in her own +ears. Her fingertip traced his jaw, her lips following the same +path. His hands were making small circles along the small of +her back. + +"Doctor...," Jadzia murmured seductively, "I have a terrible ache. +Can you help me?" + +His eyes darkened. "First, I have to diagnose the problem. Where +is this 'terrible ache'?," he asked huskily. His hands moved +lower. + +"Right here..." +_______________________ + +Part 5 + +Songs included: +"You're Every Woman In The World To Me" Air Supply +"Woman" John Lennon +"Unchained Melody" Righteous Brothers + +Julian woke up in the morning, feeling weighted down. He opened +his eyes and knew the reason. Jadzia was asleep, her head resting on +his chest. His thoughts flew back to the previous night, and a +warm feeling washed over him. He watched her sleep, content +to just lie there for the rest of his life. She started to stir. + +"Good morning." + +She pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. "Good morning Julian." +She gave him a tired smile. "What time is it?" + +"We have an hour before we have to be on duty." + +She woke up fully. "An hour, hmmm? That's a bit early. What +should we do?," her fingers running down his chest. + +"Eat. I'm starving." Julian gave her a quick kiss before getting +out of bed and heading for the replicator. + +A little less than an hour later, Jadzia left Julian's quarters, +him following a few minutes after. He tried all day not to think +about her, but it was impossible. He bounced around the infirmary, +the biggest grin on his face. His staff had to wake him up from +daydreaming more than once. He hadn't been in this good of a mood +since...he couldn't remember when. + +He wanted to let Jadzia know just how happy she had made him. +He thought about it all morning. Inspiration struck while he +was doing a blood work-up. He would need some time to practice, +and needed to talk to Quark. It would cost him plenty, knowing +Quark, but he was willing to do it. Now, he had to make sure +Jadzia wouldn't be around... + +He tapped his comm badge. "Bashir to Dax." +"Dax here." + +"How would you like to have lunch with the most charming man on +the station?" + +"And who would that be?," he could almost see her expression. + +"Oh, I'm crushed," he couldn't help but smile. "So, what do you +say, Quark's, at 1130?" + +"I'll be there. Dax out." + +Julian had just enough time to talk to Quark before Jadzia got +there. He asked one of the nurses to finish the blood work-up, +and headed for Quark's. + +________ +"Come on Quark. I have the latinum." It wasn't going well. +Jadzia would be there any minute, and he couldn't convince Quark +to let him have it. He was beginning to think Quark was jealous. + +"I don't care if you do. It's my bar, and I can refuse anyone +service." Quark continued to wipe the bar as he talked. He +refused to look Bashir in the eye. + +Julian thought fast. "Let's make a deal. I'll give you 1 and +a half times the latinum, and I'll cut down the 'health +inspections' to once a month." + +That piqued Quark's interest. "Only 1 inspection a month?" +Then he dropped his gaze. "Not good enough." + +Julian sighed. "All right. One inspection a month and TWO times +the latinum. Take it or leave it," his expression showing he +meant it. + +Quark studied him for a moment. The latinum floating in front of +his eyes almost blocked his jealousy. Almost. But he couldn't +pass up the opportunity for profit. His instincts wouldn't let +him. "Deal." They shook hands. "But you take good care of her." + +"I will," Julian said softly, with vehemence. + +"Good. Now, what would you like today?" Quark's mood swing +caused Julian to turn around. Jadzia had just walked in and +was heading straight for them. + +Julian quickly put on a smile. "Hello Jadzia. What do you +feel like today?" + +She grinned. "You of all people should know." + +Julian flushed slightly. "Ummmm....I meant, what do you want for +lunch?" + +She laughed, a smile brightening her whole face. "I'm just teasing. +I'll have a ractagino and a club sandwich." + +"And I'll have an order of Poltza," Julian chimed in. He put his +hand on her back and led her to a quiet table. + +They chatted about work until Quark brought their order. Their +eating was interrupted by bits of conversation and laughter. Before +they went back on duty, Julian asked her, "Would you meet me in +Quark's tonight at 1900 hours?" + +She gave him a private smile. "I'll be there." + +That night, Jadzia entered Quark's, wearing a blue dress similar to +the one she had worn the night before: long and slinky. When she +couldn't locate Julian, she found Quark. + +"Quark, have you seen Julian?" + +His eyes raked over her. "He asked me to escort you to holosuite 1." +He offered his arm. "This way." + +She thanked Quark, then stepped inside the holosuite. Her eyes lit +up as she looked around. It was a late 21st century bar, complete +with synthesizer. The lone table was set for a candlelight dinner +for two. No other people were visible except for Julian, standing +next to the synthesizer. He motioned her to sit down and cleared +his throat. "I wanted to surprise you. I don't have the courage to +perform in front of the crowd at Quark's, but I can perform for you." + +He walked to the synthesizer and sat down grandly. He stretched his +slender fingers, played a scale to warm up, and began singing, +"You're Every Woman In the World To Me," with tender emotion. + +Tears glistened in her eyes as he finished the song. She clapped +as hard as she could, but he raised his hand. "I'm not done yet." +He hit a few random keys, then the chords for "Woman" began. Jadzia +slowly got up and made her way to the stage. She sat down next to +him, a shaky smile resting on her lips. He finished, picked up +her hand, and kissed it. "This is the only other song I had time +to practice," he said regretfully. "Unchained Melody" floated around +around her, his voice enveloping her. She sighed softly. The last +note drifted around in the silence. "So, how do you like my singing?," +he asked a bit nervously. + +"Computer, play back songs that Julian sang," she gave him a +heart wrenching smile and took his hand. "Care to dance?" + +"I'd be delighted." + +And they swayed to the music, lost in each other. +______________________ + +Part 6 + +Julian woke up especially early. He wanted to surprise Jadzia +with breakfast...in bed. He quickly got dressed and ordered +from his replicator. Strawberries with cream, French toast, +ractagino-extra cream, and as a special treat, poached Ezku, a +Trill delicacy. He hummed as he carried the tray to Jadzia's +door. + +He pushed the buzzer by her door, humming tunelessly. + +"Who is it?," she called through the door. + +"It's your morning wake-up call, Jadzia. I've brought you breakfast," +he called through the door, rocking back and forth on his heels. + +"Just a minute...," muffled sounds, then the door opened, revealing +Jadzia in a silk robe. + +He breezed into the room, flashing her his most charming smile. +He set the tray on her table. "I thought you would enjoy +breakfast being served to you." + +"Julian, I don't think this is a good time," there was something +strange in her voice. + +He looked at her in confusion. "Why isn't it?" He pulled out a +chair, started to sit down, and stopped. A uniform, a red Bajoran +uniform, was lying on the chair opposite him. The smile quickly +faded from his face. + +"Oh. I see you have company. I better go." He stood back up, +intending to leave, when a voice stopped him. + +"Did you say breakfast?" + +He whirled at the sound. "Kira?," he said incredulously. + +"I'm starving." She walked over to the table and sat down. +"Ooh, French toast. Doctor, aren't you going to join us?" + +He started to reply but the room started to spin. He tried to +grab for the back of the chair, but missed. A hand caught his, +and he opened his eyes. + +He squinted at the bright lights. "What happened?" + +Jadzia looked visibly relieved. "Good. You've finally decided to +come out of it." + +"Out of it? Out of what?," he asked, totally confused. He looked +down at his hand clasped in hers. + +"Don't worry. You're in the infirmary. When you didn't report for +duty yesterday, we got worried. We found you in your quarters, +unconscious." + +His confusion was growing. "I didn't report for duty? How did I +get back to my quarters?" + +"What's the last thing you remember?" + +He flushed slightly. "Well, I had just brought you breakfast, +and..." + +She started in surprise. "You brought me *what*? Julian," her +voice softened, "do you remember having drinks at Quark's? +Klingon T'klars?" + +"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?," the perplexed +look growing in intensity on his face. + +"Julian, you apparently went back to your quarters after drinking +3 T'klars at Quark's yesterday. That's when we found you." + +He just stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, then +realization hit him like he was being blown out of an airlock. +"Are you telling me I've been unconscious since I left Quark's? +And that you and I never..." His voice faded when he saw her +confused expression. + +"We never what?" + +He squeezed his eyes shut. _This can't be happening. I *REMEMBER*._ +But one look in her eyes confirmed it. + +"Forget it. It obviously did *not* happen," he added in disgust. +"You haven't sung at Quark's, have you?" He asked, more a statement +than a question. + +"No." All his hope vanished. "That's not until tonight, remember?" + +"WHAT?" He attempted to sit up. + +"I told you 2 weeks ago, I was planning on singing at the talent show +at Quark's tonight. Do you think you'll be able to be there?" + +He suddenly felt invigorated. "What time?" + +"1900 hours." + +He grinned mischievously. "I'll be there. I wouldn't miss this +for the world." + +TO BE CONTINUED... + +Path: newserv.ksu.ksu.edu!moe.ksu.ksu.edu!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail +From: H601HUC@SEMOVM.SEMO.EDU (Jenny) +Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative +Subject: Fantasy Meets Reality pt 2 +Date: 6 May 1994 11:19:59 -0500 +Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway +Lines: 819 +Sender: daemon@cs.utexas.edu +Message-ID: <06MAY94.12193631.0034.MUSIC@SEMOVM> +NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu + +This is the second installment of the "Fantasy Meets Reality" +stories. This contains parts 7-10. Enjoy! + +All rights reserved. Copyright @1994 by Jennifer Shipp. +Characters copyrighted by Paramount. Permission to spread this +all over the internet granted, as long as this heading remains a +part of it. + +**** Thanks to Joan the english chick for her eagle eyes and great +line! And to Tiara, for her help with part 9 **** + +"Fantasy Meets Reality" by Jennifer Shipp + +Part 7 + +"Julian, you need to rest." + +He waved her aside. "I'm fine." It had only been a few hours +since Julian had awakened in the infirmary. He was still a bit +shaken, still trying to sort out his fantasy from reality. It +wasn't proving to be easy. + +"Fine enough to tell me what you meant?" Jadzia sat in a chair, +watching him. + +"Meant? By what?" He was reading the station logs from yesterday, +trying to regain his lost day. + +"'You and I never...?'" She crossed her arms, waiting for an +explanation. + +He looked up from the screen. "Hmmm? Oh." He realized what she +was asking him about. "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't +mind," he said with an edge to his voice. + +"Ok. Well, if you ever do feel like talking about it, you know +where to find me." She got up to leave. + +"Ok." He gave her a weak smile. He was left alone in the infirmary +with his thoughts. _That was the *most* intense dream I've ever +experienced_ he thought. _Or was it a dream?_ He decided to have +a little talk with Quark. + +___________ +"Hello, Quark," Julian greeted him, with just a touch of sarcasm +in his voice. + +Quark jumped, causing the glasses he was washing to knock together. +"Hello Doctor. I'm glad to see you're up and about. Can I get you +anything?" He was visibly nervous. + +"As a matter of fact, you can answer me a few questions. You told +me those T'klars would have an effect on the opposite sex, but they +seem to have effected me. I was wondering if you could explain +that?" Julian was directly in front of Quark, on the other side +of the bar. + +"Well, I really have no way to know what effect T'klars will have +on people. They affect everyone differently. I guess they just +overloaded your system." Quark wiped his forehead with the back +of his hand. + +"Then why didn't you warn me when I ordered them?" Julian +leaned farther over the bar, towering over Quark. He was enjoying +watching the little Ferengi squirm. + +"Ah, well, you know the old saying 'let the buyer beware'. It's not +my fault you didn't ask." Quark was trying his best to put on a +brave front, but he could tell Bashir was angry. + +"I can't *ask* about something I don't *know* about." He leaned +across the bar, causing Quark to back up. "I think an apology +is in order." + +Quark had seen the doctor blow up before, and it wasn't something he +wished to see again. "I agree." Quark drew himself up to his full +height. "Doctor, I apologize for not informing you of the effects +of T'klars. Satisfied?" + +"Yes." Julian took a step back. "And Quark." + +"What now? You want me to give blood?" + +"No," he smiled. "I just wanted to thank you." + +He eyed him suspiciously. "Thank me? For what?" + +"Didn't you know?" Julian feigned innocence. "T'klars apparently +induce dreaming. And I must tell you, it seemed quite real." +He smiled and a twinkle of something sparkled in his eye. "It +was quite embarrassing, actually, waking up and talking to Dax. +She didn't know what I was talking about, and she didn't know what +I was talking about. + +"Anyway," he finished offhandedly, "I just wanted to express my +thanks. My dream was most...entertaining." One side of his mouth +curved into a smile. He turned to leave, but snapped his fingers +and turned back. + +"Oh, one more thing. If you ever even think about telling anyone +about our conversation, I'll make sure Odo has a little talk with you." + +Quark was left in a state of confusion. He tried to figure out +everything Bashir had told him. "He was embarrassed when he woke up +from the dream, embarrassed because Dax didn't know...." + +Julian's smile widened when he heard an anguished "NO" echo +throughout Quark's. + +Julian went back to his quarters to rest before the talent contest. +He had only been up for a few hours, but he was tired. But when he +tried to sleep, he just tossed and turned. He stared at the ceiling, +his hands behind his head. His thoughts returned to his dream, which +was quickly fading. He sat up. Sleeping was useless; he needed +something to do...he got out of bed and went to his closet. He +rooted around until he found his portable keyboard. He held it in +his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then inspiration +struck. He closed his eyes, remembering back, and started playing. +A slow smile formed on his lips. He could play it in the talent +contest. But he would have to see Quark first. He decided to wait +a few hours until he cooled off. Until then, he had a lot of +practicing to do. + +Later that afternoon he went to see Quark, who was surprised to +see him, to say the least. The Ferengi was more than a little +apprehensive about seeing the doctor again. "Hello Doctor, back for +another round?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but he did take a +step back from the bar. + +Julian gave him his most charming, agreeable smile. "Not at all, +Quark. In fact, I'd like to apologize for my behavior this morning. +I wasn't feeling myself, and I may have been a bit harsh." He sat +down at the bar. "So what do you say, Quark? Will you forgive +one of your best customers?" + +Quark contemplated his expression and tone, and decided he was +sincere. "Well, it wouldn't do to lose one of my best customers, +now would it?" He immediately relaxed. "Now, as one of my best +customers, what can I get you?" + +Julian silently crossed his fingers. "You could give me a spot in the +talent contest." + +Quark looked stupefied. "You're kidding. What are you going to do, +perform an autopsy?" He started laughing. + +Julian gave him a wry grin. "Yes Quark, on your dead body." He +became serious. "I happen to play the keyboard and sing. Does the +band have a synthesizer or keyboard of some kind?" + +Quark quit laughing long enough to see he was serious. "Yes, +they do." He eyed him sceptically. "You don't really know how to +play, do you?" + +Julian let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, I do. And I'll play in the +contest, IF you'll give me a spot. Will you?" His eyes became +pleading. + +Quark shrugged. "Why not? The crowd should get a good laugh, if +nothing else." + +"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he replied dryly. "I think +you'll be surprised." + +"Whatever. You can go on after the Delgottan flutist, which should +be about 2030 hours." + +"Thanks Quark. I really appreciate this." Julian gave him a +sincere smile and left. + +__________ +Julian went back on duty, trying to get his mind off the contest. +When his shift ended, he went back to his quarters to get ready. He +took a shower, then stood in front of his closet. A purplish +jacket and grey pants peeked out at him, and he eagerly reached for +them. He found an off-white shirt that didn't look half bad with it, +and stepped in front of the mirror. + +He looked all right, but he didn't feel all right. He couldn't believe +it, but he had a touch of butterflies. _Just relax_ he told himself. +He took a few deep breaths, and it calmed him somewhat. His face +stared back at him nervously, but his eyes reflected determination. +He hadn't been able to do this in his dream, but he was prepared +to go through with it now. He would sing his heart out, to Jadzia. +He strode out the door on his way to Quark's. +_______________________________ + +Part 8 + +*******DISCLAIMER********** +This part in no way reflects/is affiliated with the "Talent Show Cycle" +on alt.st.creative + +Songs included: +"Vision of Love" Mariah Carey +"If Tomorrow Never Comes" Garth Brooks +"The Heart Won't Lie" Reba McEntire and Vince Gill + +Julian entered Quark's, surprised by how much it looked like his +dream. The raised dais at the other end of the room, the performer +in a spotlight on stage, everything. Except this time Jadzia wasn't +the one in the spotlight. She was at a table with Sisko and Kira. +Sisko spotted him and waved him over. He nodded hellos as he made +his way to the table. Kira watched him approach, a smile on her face. +"Hello, Doctor. I heard you had quite a nap." Jadzia nudged her +with her elbow, trying to hide a smile. + +"Would you care for a drink, Doctor?" Sisko was not very successful +in keeping a straight face. + +"Benjamin," Jadzia stage-whispered across to him. + +Julian smiled good naturedly. "I'm glad you're all enjoying this. +Do you have anything to add, Jadzia?," he said as he took a seat. + +Jadzia was giggling by now. "I'm sorry Julian. It was just +too funny to keep to myself. Besides, the entire station knew +something had happened to you. You weren't there to scout out the +new female arrivals to the station." + +Julian started to protest. "I do *NOT* 'scout out new female +arrivals'..Never mind." He rolled his eyes. "How long am I going +to have to put up with these jokes, if that's what you call 'jokes'." + +"Ooh, I'm hurt." Jadzia put her hand over her heart. + +"So am I," Kira added. "Seriously, you'll be back to your usual +charming self any time now, right?," biting her lower lip to keep +from laughing. + +Julian buried his face in his hands and groaned. Sisko squeezed +his shoulder. "Just think, Doctor, we've only had 1 day. Give us +some time to come up with some *real* zingers." + +"OOH," he groaned louder. Kira, Jadzia, and Sisko were really +laughing now. + +The lights dimmed and Quark stepped up onto the dais. Julian sent +a silent 'thank you' to Quark and whatever gods might be listening. + +"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Quark's 3rd Annual Talent Contest." +This was met by wild applause. "To begin, I would like to introduce, +Lieutenant Jadzia Dax. The lady of science." + +Whistles and howls greeted this introduction. Jadzia stepped onto +the dais, and Julian got his first good look at her outfit. She +was wearing a dark blue, shimmering dress, with a slit up to her +thigh. Her hair was piled on top of her head, ringlets teasing the +spots on her bare shoulders. She whispered to the band, who +nodded. Julian recognized the opening strains of the music. It +was "Vision of Love," the same song she had sung in his dream. +He watch her, mesmerized. His fantasy wasn't turning out to be a +fantasy at all! It was becoming real right before his eyes. + +Her voice was exactly like in his dream. Low, throaty, sultry. +She was almost melting the microphone. She got a round of +applause, Julian, Sisko and Kira leading the standing ovation. +Jadzia stepped down off the dais to receive her friends adulations. + +"That was wonderful," Kira and Sisko said at the same time. Julian +just stood, his grin becoming wider as Jadzia started hugging everyone. +She slid into a chair between Benjamin and Julian. Her eyes were +sparkling. "Thanks, everyone. That was so much fun. I haven't +done that in years." + +Sisko turned to Julian. "You haven't said much Doctor. What's +your diagnosis?" + +Julian glanced at Jadzia, his eyes matching her sparkle. "That was +incredible. I didn't know you could sing." + +"Thanks, I think," she laughed. "I have a lot more talents you +don't know about," she added. + +_Yet,_ he finished silently. "I'll bet," he said out loud. + +The next act came on, but the officers were too busy talking about +Jadzia's performance to notice. Julian tried to stay in the +conversation, but was distracted by something near the entrance to +Quark's. + +Jadzia caught him and started to tease him. "Are you looking for +someone or making an escape plan?" She turned in the direction he +was looking, but couldn't tell what he was looking at. + +"I just spotted someone I haven't seen in a long time. I want to +say hello. Excuse me." He got up and walked away, a distracted +look in his eye. + +Jadzia turned back to the table. "Must be someone special," a bit +of hurt and something else in her voice. She glanced back at where +she lost sight of Julian, but couldn't see him. + +Jadzia, Benjamin, and Kira continued watching the rest of the acts; +the fireater, a juggler, but the one that held their attention +was a Bajoran who played the Sylopos. It was a rare treat to +see a humanoid playing it, since it usually required 4 arms to +operate. + +They were still talking about it when Quark announced the next +performer. Looks of astonishment went around the small table of +Starfleet officers. Dr. Bashir stood in the spotlight, a nervous +smile on his face. He walked over to the keyboard and sat down. +He hit a few random keys, then began to sing. His voice started off +a bit shaky, but gained strength as he gained confidence. He +stole a glance at his table, but couldn't see past the spotlight. +Julian's voice was touching everyone, as was the song he sang. It +was a song about seizing the moment, about not letting opportunities +pass you by. Sisko had unshed tears in his eyes. Jadzia's lower +lip trembled, and Kira swallowed hard, looking down at her clenched +hands. + +Julian's voice was thick with emotion as he sang the last lines: + +"So tell that someone that you love +Just what you're thinking of +If tomorrow never comes." + +The keyboard faded along with his voice and silence continued for +several seconds. Then a burst of applause caused him to jump. +He smiled broadly and bowed. Quark even looked impressed as he +came on stage to announce the next act. + +Julian made his way back to his table, where his friends were standing. +Sisko shook his hand, Kira patted him on the back, and then he turned +to Jadzia. She grabbed him in a tight hug and whispered "that was +wonderful," in his ear. + +"Where did you learn to sing and play that thing?," Sisko wanted +to know. + +They all sat down, and Julian began his story. "My mother used to +sing around the house, and when I was little, I used to sing with her. +I leaned to play the keyboard to impress a cadet at the Academy," +he said a bit sheepishly. But no one was snickering. Respect and +surprise reflected back at him from their eyes. Jadzia asked him +about his favorite singer, and they discussed musicians until Quark +was ready to announce the winner. + +Quark stepped into the spotlight on stage, waving for everyone to +quiet down. "This is the first time this has ever happened. The +competition was so close, we've declared a tie. So, for the +singing Starfleet officers, Lieutenant Dax and Dr. Bashir, +congratulations! Come up here and get your trophies!" + +That got a standing ovation from Quark's patrons and astonished +cries from the officers' table. Benjamin hugged Jadzia while +Kira hugged Julian. Julian and Jadzia turned to each other. +Julian offered his hand to help her up. "Shall we?" They +walked to the stage together. + +"Congratulations," Quark said as he shook their hands. They +bowed together. The crowd started chanting "duet, duet," +and from the looks of it, Sisko and Kira started it. Jadzia +laughed and looked questionly at Julian. "Do you want to do it?' + +"I'm willing if you are. But what should we sing?" + +Jadzia thought for a moment, then nodded. "I know. Come here." +She took his hand and pulled him to talk with the band. After +a few moments, the lights dimmed. The spotlight shone on Jadzia. +"The Heart Won't Lie" began, Jadzia's voice bring the regret and +sorrow to life. Julian stepped into the spotlight on cue, his +voice blending and complementing hers. As Julian stepped next +to Jadzia, he held out his hand to her, and she grasped it firmly. +He looked into her eyes, and saw unshed tears glistening. They +sang to each other, Quark's place evaporating around them. As +Jadzia sang the final note, they stood smiling, staring into each +other's eyes, lost in their own private world. Thunderous +applause finally caused them to slowly turn and bow. Jadzia gave +Julian a hug and stepped down, him following her. The applause +didn't die down for a full 3 minutes. + +"I never knew you had it in you, Doctor. I'm very impressed." +Kira had a touch of admiration in her voice. "Dax, I knew you +had it in you." + +"That was incredible. I never thought I missed singing, until +tonight." Julian couldn't stop smiling. "We made a pretty good +duet up there." + +"That was exhilarating. We did do pretty good, didn't we?" She +eyed him. "Are you suggesting we partner up?" + +"Well, for singing, definitely. With practice we could be sensational. +We could tour the galaxy, singing for our keep..." + +"Julian?," Jadzia interrupted him. + +He stopped his daydreaming and refocused on her. "Yes?" + +"You're getting carried away. How about we just dance?" + +He smiled. "I guess I could settle for that." +_____________________________ +Part 9 + +Songs included: + +"Straight From The Heart" Brian Adams +"Boot Scootin' Boogie" Brooks and Dunn +"Hopelessly" Rick Astley +"Love Takes Time" Mariah Carey +"Faithfully" Journey +__________ +The band was playing "Straight From the Heart" as Julian led Jadzia +to the dance floor. He was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of +her in his arms when the song changed. "Boot Scootin' Boogie," began, +and Jadzia dragged Benjamin out on the floor. She started a line +dance, and Julian and Benjamin laughingly tried to keep up with her. + +Kira was alone at the table, shaking her head at her friends and +laughing, but with a slight look of wistfulness in her eyes. +"Is this seat taken?," a low voice asked. She turned around, and +a smile broke over her face. "Vedek Bareil, When did you..?, Why +are you...?, Oh, sit down." She waved at a chair. + +"How can I refuse such a gracious offer?" His hazel eyes crinkled +as he smiled and took the seat next to her. She couldn't help but +notice how nice he looked in a loose-fitting maroon shirt and tight- +fitting grey slacks. + +"I guess you didn't know. I haven't missed Quark's Annual Talent +Contest yet. It's interesting to see the variety of talent out there. +Besides," he leaned closer, "it gets me out of the monastery." + +Kira laughed with surprise. "I can't believe it. First, Bashir +sings, and now you're telling me that you like talent contests?" +She shook her head. "You did get to hear Dax and Bashir sing, didn't +you?" + +"Yes. Individually, they were great, but together, they were...magic." +He looked into Kira's eyes as he spoke this last word. They held +each other's gazes for a moment, then Bareil looked down at his hands. +"I was here for the whole show. I..wasn't sure...I thought I would +be intruding...you all seemed to be enjoying yourselves." + +Kira shook her head. "Oh, no. You're welcome at our table anytime. +and mine." Her hand reached over and settled on his. The song +changed and Bareil looked up. "Would you honor me by allowing me +this dance?" + +"I...can't. I don't know how," she barely whispered. "I never +saw the purpose of learning, or had the opportunity." + +"It's easy. And, it's about time you learned." He helped her up, +admiring her outfit. "Did I mention that I love that color on you?" +The dark green pants suit hugged her body. "It brings out +the color of your eyes." + +"Uh, no. You didn't. Thank you," she stammered. "You look very +nice yourself," she added under her breath, not sure if he heard +her or not. + +"Thank you," he replied, much to her chagrin, and coaxed her to +the dance floor. + +She was embarrassed enough, having Bareil trying to teach her to +dance, but the song playing...did the band have to play "Hopelessly?" +She hoped her embarrassment and awkwardness didn't show. + +"Now, you just put your arms around me, like this, and I put my +arms around you, like this, and we sway to the music. Quite +simple, actually." He smiled at her. + +"Oh yeah. Real simple." Kira hoped he didn't notice the flaming +of her cheeks. She could just tell they were burning red. Her +movements were stiff and awkward, and she wouldn't look at Bareil. + +"Julian." Jadzia looked up from his shoulder and nodded over at +Kira and Bareil. "Look over there." + +He looked and smiled. "I'm glad he approached her. I could see +him at a back table, watching her." + +Jadzia's eyes widened in surprise and she began chastising him. +"You saw him earlier? Why didn't you ask him to join us? Why did +he...Wait." Her tone became accusary. "Where did you go earlier?," +she demanded. + +"Oh, I just went to talk to a friend," he answered vaguely, giving +her a knowing smile. + +"Dr. Bashir thought you could use some company. He's a good man. +And a good friend." Bareil explained to Kira about how he had found +her table. + +"I guess he is." She felt comfortable enough now to lean her head +on his shoulder, a smile softening her face, her eyes closed. + +"You saw him watching her and asked him what was he waiting for? +Julian, you're a hopeless romantic!" She gave him a squeeze. +"And I'm glad you are." She rested her head on his shoulder, smiling +contentedly. + +The song changed again, from "Love Takes Time," to "Faithfully," +Julian and Jadzia, Bareil and Kira still on the dance floor. + +"I'm beginning to see the appeal in dancing." Kira whispered, +relaxing totally in Bareil's arms. + +"So am I," Bareil responded, holding her closer. + +The set ended, and the band took a 5 minute break. Julian and Jadzia +passed Bareil and Kira walking towards the bar, but they didn't +notice them. They were lost in each other, lost in their own little +world. + +They made it back to the table, only to see Benjamin ready to leave. +"I should go check on Jake. I don't want him wandering around, +and since I haven't seen Nog, I assume their together. I'll see +you both tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I want a copy of your duet for +Chief O'Brien. I'm sure he'll want to hear it." He smiled as +he left. + +They said their good-byes, then turned to each other, rolling their +eyes at the same time. They sat in comfortable silence for awhile, +Julian playing with the cuff of his sleeve. + +"I didn't know you liked to dance. If you want, I could go all +night." A sly smile told her he had other things in mind. + +She smiled wryly. "No thanks. My feet are killing me. I haven't +worn heels in decades," she added ruefully, slipping off her shoes +and flexing her feet. + +"Here, give me your foot." + +"Why?" she asked suspiciously. + +"To massage those tired toes of yours. After standing for hours on +end at Starfleet Medical, you learn a few things." She placed her +foot on his lap, her dress sliding off her leg. He flushed slightly. + +"Ohh, that feels so good." She flexed her foot and closed her eyes. +"Let me personally thank Starfleet Medical for torturing their +students." + +"Thanks a lot," he replied dryly. "Give me your other foot." + +"Mmmm, you have a gift, doctor. You missed your true calling." + +"If you like what I'm doing to your feet, you should see what I could +do to the rest of you." His eyes held a hint of a challenge. + +Jadzia opened her eyes and regarded him. "Really?" Her eyes met his +challenge. "We'll just see about that." She held out her hand. +"Let's go." + +"What?" he croaked. + +The corner of her mouth showed the barest hint of a smile. "I want +to see if you're all talk." + +He gave her a quirky half smile. "Let me assure you, I'm definitely +not all talk." + +"All right then, let's go." She slid her feet off his lap. + +"Where?" His eyes were fairly dancing. + +She picked up her shoes with one hand, his hand with the other, +guided him out of his chair, and said the two words he had +been waiting his whole life to hear. "Your quarters." + +They walked out of Quark's, Julian wearing the widest grin anyone +had ever seen on his face. +____________________________ + +Part 10 - the end! + +*****Warning - this part contains a minor spoiler for "Invasive +Procedures". Didn't like the way it ended? Then read on... +It could also be rated PG-13. I just don't want any parents mad +at me. :) +********** + +Songs included: +"Songbird" Kenny G +"The Dance" Garth Brooks +"Everything I Do (I Do It For You)" Brian Adams +"Unchained Melody" Righteous Brothers +"Hold On To The Nights" Richard Marx +"Angel Eyes" The Jeff Healey Band +"Nothing Like A Woman" Vince Gill +"Now and Forever" Richard Marx + +"I wonder how you'd look on your back...under me," Julian said +with a smirk. He looked down at Jadzia, lying on his bed, her +head resting in her arms. He was massaging the muscles of her +neck, his fingers working their magic on her soft skin. As he +touched her, his thoughts, like his pulse, raced a light year +a minute. + +She turned her head to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. +"Oh really?" + +She grabbed his arm, and in one fluid motion, flipped him flat on +his back on the floor. She stood over him, her bare foot resting +lightly on his chest. "I *know* how you'd look on your back under +me." + +"Ohh-owwww!," he groaned. + +"Oh, get up you big baby." She took her foot off him, reached down +to clasp his hand, and tried to help him up. + +"*DON'T* help me. I'm in *PAIN* dammit!" He winced as he tried to +sit up. + +She was immediately contrite. "I am SO sorry Julian. I didn't +mean to..." She gently helped him to his feet. + +He rubbed his back, but it didn't help. "I can't believe +you did that. I was only joking," he said incredulously. He +gingerly sat down on the edge of his bed. He searched his nightstand, +looking for a muscle relaxer, but couldn't find one. "Not here. +Now I'll have to go to the infirmary." + +Jadzia regarded him, mentally cursing herself for not using more +restraint. "Julian, I'm truly sorry. But, you don't have to go +to the infirmary. A hot shower will work just as well. You should +try it. Besides, how will you explain your injury to the nurses?" +She tried to hide her smile and laughter bubbling just below the +surface in a cough. + +Julian grudgingly agreed, a murderous look in his eye. She helped +him to the bathroom. A minute later, she heard the shower go on. +She wandered barefoot around his quarters, looking at the various +things he had lying around. She called in to him, "Julian, can I +listen to some music?" She didn't hear a response, so went ahead +and looked through his selection. A chip caught her eye, and she +popped it in. "Songbird" floated around her. She requested half- +lights and sank into a chair, losing herself in the music. + +The shower quit and Julian called in, "Jadzia, can you hand me my +robe? It's in the closet." + +"Sure," she called back, picking out the black silk garment and +handing it to him through the partially opened door. "Do you need +any help in there?," she asked playfully. + +"Thanks. I think you've helped enough." He walked into the +room, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. He paused, his +head tilted to one side. "Nice choice of music." + +"Thanks." She couldn't help but notice how his hair curled a bit +when it was wet, and how his robe made his eyes stand out that +much more. "Does your back feel better?" + +He tossed the towel back into the bathroom. "Much, but it's still +a bit stiff." + +"Lie down." She indicated his bed. + +"Excuse me?" He wasn't quite sure he heard her correctly. + +"I won't hurt you, I promise. Now just lie down and relax." + +He shrugged his arms out of the robe and lay down. She slowly +worked the muscles of his neck, amazed by the texture of his skin. +It felt smooth, like velvet. She searched his face, cradled +in his arms. He looked like a little boy, lying there with +his eyes closed, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. +Thoughts of his boyish charm mingled with his dedication and +skill as a doctor, and a smile formed on her lips. Unconsciously, +her hands pushed his robe to the middle of his back. + +A soft sigh escaped from his lips. "Mmm, you have magic fingers, +Jadzia." Her fingers were making the nerve endings on his back +tingle. Each touch sent new waves of pleasure down his spine. +A slight flush crept over his body, tinting his golden skin. + +"Do I?" She could feel heat emanating from his skin wherever her +fingers touched him. She felt an answering heat beginning deep +within her. Her hands bunched his robe around the top of his +hips, revealing his whole back to her gaze. Her eyes drank up the +sight of his lean body, the light turning his tawny skin a deep +caramel. Her hands switched from massaging to sensual exploration, +lightly running up his sides. Her hands caressed his shoulders, +smoothing the skin down his back. + +He moaned low in his throat. His eyes partially opened as he +lifted his head, watching her with catlike grace. + +Her hands teased their way slowly up to his shoulders, lightly +brushing his arms. His hand caught hers and touched it lightly +to his lips. Blue eyes searched brown, silently communicating +mutual need. "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" began softly +playing in the background. + +She leaned down to him, her lips barely brushing his. She cupped +his face delicately in her hands, losing herself in his toffee- +colored eyes. His left arm curved around her waist as she fell +into his embrace. Her hands threaded through his hair, making +their way slowly down his neck. They found his shoulders, tracing +slow patterns down his back. + +His hands reached for her hair, releasing it from its constraint, +letting it flow freely about her face. He buried his face in its +glory, nuzzling her neck. He splayed kisses across her face, +following the trail of spots down the delicate, graceful curve +of her neck. His eager hands found the fastening at the back of +her dress, and relieved her of that restraint as well. His hands +helped it on its snakelike path down her back, over her hips, +and onto the floor. He let out a shuddered breath as his hands +explored every soft curve of her body. + +She shivered at his touch. His hands were caressing her neck and +back, while hers ran down his chest, untying the knot of his robe +and impatiently tugging it free of him. She trailed kisses over +his slender neck, his shoulders, his chest, delighting in the +taste of him. + +"Oh, Julian," she whispered breathlessly. + +Julian pulled her across him and rolled her onto her back. He +smiled as he pushed her hair away from her face. He gazed +wonderingly at her, amazed that she was there, in his arms at last. +His hand travelled lazily down her side, across her midriff. It +It lightly brushed the place where her symbiont had been removed +by him. He glanced down at where his hand lay, remembering. + +She watched his expression change, and tears formed in her eyes. +"Julian, it wasn't your fault. I was the one who insisted...Besides, +you were the one who got it back for me. I never did thank you," she +said, her lower lip trembling. She tenderly caressed his cheek +and kissed him softly. "Thank you," she whispered. + +He gently cupped her chin, as if she was a piece of china that +might break at the slightest touch. "Jadzia, if I had lost you, +I don't know how I..." he broke off, tears glistening in his eyes. + +"Shh. You didn't lose me. I'm right here." Tears glistened in her +own eyes. "I felt the same way just yesterday. Finding you in your +quarters, just lying there, nothing physically wrong with you, yet +you wouldn't wake up..." She grasped his head firmly in her hands. +"Don't you ever scare me like that again," she whispered tenderly, +her blue eyes shining. + +"Oh, Jadzia," he murmured, his arms encircled her, both of them holding +on as if the other might disappear. He buried his face in her neck. +He slowly became aware of her featherlike kisses on his shoulder. + +He pulled back to search her eyes. The look they held assured him +that everything was going to be all right, and that he wouldn't get +much sleep that night. He smiled, a slow, sly smile, and kissed +the tip of her nose. + +She gazed into his deep brown eyes. _I could get lost in there_ +she thought, _and I don't think I'd mind_. She matched his smile +and pulled him towards her, her mouth eagerly seeking his. Her +leg hooked over his, pulling him even closer. + +Julian's hands began a slow, sensuous trail down her sides. They +teased the skin along her waist, her hips, her thighs, outlining +every curve. He nibbled at her ear, burning kisses down her +neck, across her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts. +Her hands held his head there, her head thrown back in exquisite +delight. + +She felt a delicious tingle all the way down to her toes. Her +skin felt like fire wherever he touched it. Her heart echoed in her +ears, her excitement building as Julian continued his assault on +her senses. _He may be young,_ she thought, _but he definitely +knows what he's doing._ + +A moan of need from Julian matched Jadzia's groan of pleasure. She +clasped his head in a fierce embrace and drew his mouth hungrily +to hers. With a low moan of delight, she drew her lips from +his and sought the hollow at the base of his throat where his +pulse raced. + +His breathing was becoming labored. She was driving him mad with +her touch. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing, +fondling, teasing. His head started to swim. He started to forget +where he was, who he was. His heart was hammering in his chest, +threatening to break free. + +The throbbing deep within her threatened to tear her apart. "Now, +Julian, take me now," she implored, her eyes half closed, her +breathing ragged. + +He answered with a low groan, slipping inside her, causing her +breath to catch in her throat. A thin film of sweat broke over +his back. A tremor wracked his body, threatening his control. Her +hands slipped down his back, urging him on. Their passion built, +higher and higher, until it washed over them, giving them the +release they both craved. + +They lay intertwined, not knowing where one ended and the other +began. They caught their breaths, their hearts returning to a more +normal pace. Julian held Jadzia close, smiling contentedly. His +eyes held a look of amazement, which he could see reflected in +Jadzia's. _God's, she's incredible_ he thought. He ran his hand +lightly down her arm. + +She snuggled closer to him, a satisfied smile gracing her lips. + +He glanced down at her in his arms, his eyes twinkling. "You +know, you could drive a man to drink," he said with an impish +grin. + +She laughed softly, lightly slapping his chest. "You can't mean +that." + +He gently turned her face to him. "You're all the intoxication +I'll ever need," he said, his eyes burning with an intensity she +had never seen before. + +She caressed his jaw, her eyes sparkling. "In that case, come +here, my darling Doctor," pulling him down to kiss her. + +He happily obliged. _I hope Sisko doesn't mind two tired officers +in the morning_ he thought. As Jadzia began rubbing her leg +against his, and the way she was caressing him..._make that +two *VERY* tired officers._ + +THE END + diff --git a/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/faq-svoy.txt b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/faq-svoy.txt new file mode 100644 index 00000000..a444ac15 --- /dev/null +++ b/textfiles.com/sf/STARTREK/faq-svoy.txt @@ -0,0 +1,342 @@ + From: Otto Heuer #3 +****************************************************************************** +INFORMATION ON THE NEW STAR TREK TV SERIES (last updated 29 October 1993) + +This posting is intended to cut down on questions that seem to pop up daily +asking what is known about the new Star Trek series in the works. It is +one of a number of periodic postings posted to r.a.s.*. For a full list of +informational postings, please read the "LIST OF PERIODIC POSTINGS" article +in rec.arts.startrek.misc. For a list of acronyms used in this (and other) +postings, please refer to the "ACRONYM LIST" which can be found in +rec.arts.startrek.misc. + +=========================================================================== + +YET ANOTHER TV SERIES IN THE WORKS? + +The 28 June 1993 issue of Broadcasting and Cable (considered the bible for +the broadcasting industry) has an article titled "Getting an early start on +'94-'95" on page 8 column 3 under the heading "A piece of the +action-adventure": + +In the weekly action-adventure arena, station rep sources say Paramount +officials have told them a third syndicated Star Trek series is going to be +developed for the 1994-95 season to fill time periods vacated by Star Trek: +The Next Generation, which they said will end production after next season. +(TNG's cast will be trasitioning into a series of motion picture releases +for the studio.) + +This seems to be talking about a fifth TV series (1=TOS, 2=TAS, 3=TNG, +4=DS9). + +Tim Lynch reports that a person in contact with Brannon Braga, (a story +editor for TNG) said: + +...he also says the net rumors about a new Star Trek series are +"completely unfounded." The staff talks about such things from time to +time, but there isn't anything in the works." + +Of course they might just be feeding false rumors out (either about there +being a new series or about there NOT being a new series). + +In the weekly action-adventure arena, station rep sources say Paramount +officials have told them a third syndicated Star Trek series is going to be +developed for the 1994-95 season to fill time periods vacated by Star Trek: +The Next Generation, which they said will end production after next season. +(TNG's cast will be trasitioning into a series of motion picture releases +for the studio.) + +Mid-July 1993: This agrees with what Peter David and Archie Waugh said at +DragonCon. They did add that it would be a ship-based show. As to who +would be on the show, and what ship it would be, they had no details. +(Personal note: He got this information from me!! - Dirk) + +29 July 1993: "Daily Variety" had a front-page article that stated that TV +station programmers say that Paramount has confirmed in meetings that TNG +will end with 93/94 season; they also report a new Trek series for the +following season. However, a Paramount spokesman termed "purely +speculative" reports of a new Trek series. + +29 July 1993: "Entertainment Tonight" mentioned that the studio said that +a third show would be added. + +End-July 1993: A UK Satellite magazine's gossip column mentioned that +Paramount was thinking of adding a 3rd series "StarFleet Academy" aimed at +younger audience than DSN/TNG. + +3 August 1993 CNN's Larry King Live: Patrick Stewart responded to Larry +King's question of another Star Trek series that "I've heard talk, yes; and +there is absolutely no reason why it shouldn't go on forever." + +Early August "Science Fiction Age Magazine" stated that Paramount is +working on a new series to replase TNG when it goes to the movies. All the +detail they had was that it involved a starship travelling around and +getting into trouble (more like TNG and TOS than DS9). + +Early August 1993 Cinefantastique Annual Star Trek Issue (vol 24) reports +that according to Rick Berman, "There have been preliminary discussions of +a new series." The new series would be one of the following: +- A spin-off of TNG with a new crew. +- Riker is promoted to captain, either continue the voyages on the +Enterprise or a new ship. Frakes loves the idea, as does Sirtis, and both +would jump at the chance to do it. +- Ron Moore suggests a Klingon show or one that goes back before Kirk's +time. [would they be able to find enough people that would volunteer +to endure all that time getting into and out of makeup each day? --hm] +- Starfleet Academy (possibly with Wesley Crusher in the lead). +Brannon Bragga (TNG Story Editor) said he would "Probably go to another +starship. I'd get out of out galaxy and continue the exploration. My +impulse would be to stay on a Starship of different design and magnitude +and continue exploring the universe." He also said that it would be +"interesting to do a show 20 years from when the cultural and political +climate have changed and see what the show is like." + +11 August 1993 Daily Express (mid-range UK newpaper) mentioned that the +captain of the ship (the Excalibur) will be "a glamourous woman". Casters +are searching as we speak. Among the actresses being suggested for the +role are Uma Thurman, Rachel Ward, Michelle Pfeiffer, Laura Dern, and Meg +Ryan. Paramount Pictures executives have given the go-ahead to the new $50 +million television series drama which will take over from ST:TNG. As +filming on the Excalibur starts later this year, Captain Picard - British +actor Patrick Stewart - and his crew will be filming a Star Trek movie. +The fourth [live-action] Star Trek series will set off on its space journey +at the same time. A Paramount Pictures insider revealed: "writers have +been contracted to prepare scripts for the new series, and casting agents +have been told to look for a beautiful young woman to captain the +Excalibur. There is no sex discrimination in the 24th century and a +female can command a ship as well, if not better, and any male." The +series will be filmed on current Next Generation sets at Paramount Pictures +and will be screened in America in the autumn of next year. + +Mid-August 1993 San Jose Creation con: David Rossi, the Assistant to the +Line Producer of TNG reports that the new series will have an Enterprise as +the ship (I don't know which letter). + +16 August 1993 Broadcasting & Cable: "One of the leading candidates, +according to a source close to Paramount Domestic Television, is a series +premise revolving around the Star Fleet Academy (based in a futuristic San +Francisco), where actor Wil Wheaton's young cadet character (Wesley +Crusher) would provide a transitional link from TNG. Another has Jonathan +Frake's William Riker being promoted to captain of the 'Enterprise' or +another starship." + +16 August 1993 Broadcasting & Cable: "Paramount Television Group Chairman +Kerry McCluggage confirmed to Broadcasting & Cable that ... Paramount +executives are hard at work on yet another spin-off for early 1995. +Several different proposed series formats have, in fact, begun to surface. +One has actor Wil Wheaton, who played Wesley Crusher in _Next Generation_, +returning as a young cadet in a series based out of the Starfleet Academy. +Another concept would have Jonathan Frakes transition in the new series, +but as a slightly different character from his current William Riker role +on _TNG_, according to a source close to Paramount. [Lt Tom Riker] is +posted to helm the starship _U.S.S. Gahndi_, leaving the storyline open +for possible development as a series. 'Frakes and Marina Sirtis ... have +expressed strong interest in continuing with the new series,' said the +source." + +Late August 1993: CNN had a sound byte that seems to confirm that the new +series indeed will star Wesley at the Academy. + +Mid September 1993 reports from CompuServe confirm the new Star Trek +series, to debut in the fall of 1994. The strongest rumors say it will be +a starship-based series. Its tentative name is "Star Trek: The New +Frontier." + +25 September 1993 SD Creation con: The new Star Trek series that will be +coming out sometime next year will be led by Michael Piller, Rick Berman, +and Jeri Taylor. The creation host said that the new series will be +Enterprise-based (if this is the case, any of the current TNG characters +that didn't want to continue would no doubt have to move off the ship). A +TNG extra mentoined later in the same con that the new series would *not* +be Enterprise-based. They also say that the characters will be younger. +Wil Wheaton may be on it. (He's currently working for NewTek in Kansas +city.) + +Early October 1993 TV Guide: Rick Berman said that there is always the +possibility of a new Trek series. + +25-26 October 1993: CNBC reports that Paramount will starting a new +netwrok (a la Fox) in 1995. A new Star Trek program (according to the +report) will debut with the name of Star Trek Voyager. + +26 October 1993: Clarinet news service posted an announcement by +Paramount officials regarding the formation of a fifth television network +for January 1995. One of the four hours of programming was said to be a +program named STAR TREK: VOYAGER. + +26 October 1993: Entertainment Tonight (Paramount's mouthpiece) reported +that Paramount plans to start up a new network with Chris-Craft, starting +with four hours of programming per week (similar to PTEN). One of the +hours would be a new series called "Star Trek: VOYAGER". Slated to begin +airing January '95. + +27 October 1993 Cincinnati Enquirer: +PARAMOUNT TO CREATE FIFTH NETWORK +Plans to premiere in January, 1995 +Bloomberg Business News +New York - Paramount Communications Inc. said Tuesday it would form a +fifth U.S. broadcast television network with Chris-Craft Industries Inc. +Paramount, which has been considering a fifth network for some time, said +the network will premiere in January, 1995, with two nights of programming +each week on 10 stations. It would be the first new U.S. broadcast +network since News Corp. created Fox Broadcasting in 1986. The network +gives Paramount a guaranteed outlet for its television shows. Initially, +the lineup will be anchored by a spin-off of Paramount's popular "Star +Trek" space adventure series, to be called "Star Trek: Voyager." The +network also will acquire original programs from other television +producers. Controlling the network's scheduling ensures Paramount's shows +will get prime-time exposure. Time-Warner Inc., the biggest producer of +prime-time programming in the United States, has reportedly studied +creating a network over the past year for the many of the same reasons. +"What it's basically providing is another avenue to make sure the programs +Paramount produces get good air time, especially since the networks have +their own programming agenda, said James Goss, an analyst for Duff & +Phelps. The new "Paramount Network" will be jointly owned and operated by +Paramount and Chris-Craft, a New York-based company headed by longtime +media investor Herbert Siegel. Through 70%-owned subsidiary BHC +Communications, Chris-Craft owns six independent stations and two network +affiliates. Combined with Paramount's four independent stations, the +company estimated that the stations reach more than 27% of U.S. +households. The companies said the venture has been approved by Viacom, +which is in a bidding war against QVC Network Inc. for Paramount. + +27 October 1993 New York Times: "...The Paramount Network would begin in +January 1995 with four hours of programming over two nights, using as its +foundation one of Paramount's most successful programming franchises, "Star +Trek." A new series "Star Trek Voyager," is the first program to be +scheduled..." + +26-27 October 1993: Toronto CTV affiliate business report talked about +Paramount announcing that they are planning on starting their own +television network with another company. The network is set to start +operations in January 1995 and in order to give the new network exposure +they are planning on producing another new Star Trek series. + +26-27 October 1993: An article in the New York Times on the announcement +seems to indicate that Paramount's going to try and get on some +"Superstations" like WOR, WTBS, or WGN as a way of reaching areas that +aren't covered by Paramount/Chris-Craft stations. + +Late-October 1993 Saramento Bee reports the same news about the new Trek +series being the anchor of the new Paramount network. They also reported +that none of the current Trek programs would be yanked and moved over to +the new network (TNG should be done by then and DS9 will continue as it +currently is). + +Late-October 1993: USA Today reports that areas that won't have a +Paramount station will likely show the Paramount shows on cable stations; +meaning the regular FOX/ABC/CBS/NBC/Indpendents are probably out (unless, +of course, they join the network; it isn't unheard of for one station to +carry TWO networks). + +27 October 1993 Atlanta Journal/Constitution: "Details are still very +sketchy, but Paramount Communications Inc., the prize in a major +acquisition battle says it will collaborate with station owner Chris-Craft +Industries to launch a fifth TV network in 1995. The network will begin +with four hours of original programming over two nights anchored by a new +"Star Trek" show, the company announced. While four hours doesn't sound +like much of a network, Fox started at roughly the same level in 1987. +Eventually, the still unnamed network hopes to compete against ABC, CBS, +Fox, and NBC." + +Well. Let's just make this all offical by putting the 26 October 1993 +Paramount press release in here (thanks Mike!): + +Paramount Communications Inc. +15 Columbus Circle +New York, NY 10023-7780 +212-373-8000 +Fax 212-373-8558 NEWS + +Contact: John A. Wentworth Evan Thompson +PARAMOUNT TELEVISION GROUP CHRIS-CRAFT +(213) 956-5394 (310) 854-0426 + +Carl Folta +PARAMOUNT COMMUNICATIONS +(212) 373-8530 + +FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE October 26, 1993 + +PARAMOUNT COMMUNICATIONS AND CHRIS-CRAFT INDUSTRIES +ANNOUNCE FORMATION OF FIFTH TELEVISION NETWORK + +The Paramount Network to Premiere in January 1995 With Two Nights of +Programming Anchored by Paramount's New STAR TREK: VOYAGER + +LOS ANGELES, CA. Oct. 26, 1993--Paramount Communications Inc. and Chris-Craft +Industries, Inc. today announced the formation of The Paramount Network, a +fifth broadcast television network to be launched in January 1995. The new +network will be jointly owned and operated by Paramount and Chris-Craft. +The new network will initially present four hours of original programming +over two nights, featuring the introduction of a new, hour-long +action/adventure +series, STAR TREK: VOYAGER. The network will also acquire additional original +programs from Paramount and other leading television producers. The +introductory prime-time programming blocks presented by the network will be +carried by a group of affiliated stations that will include the six independent +stations owned by Chris-Craft and the four independent stations owned by +Paramount. Together, these stations reach more than 27% of U.S. television +households. +Martin S. Davis, chairman and chief executive officer of Paramount +Communications, said, "Under our merger agreement, the launch of The Paramount +Network has been approved by Viacom. They share our enthusiasm for the vast +opportunities created by this bold venture with Chris-Craft. The Paramount +Network will benefit substantially from the combination of Paramount's +programming expertise with Viacom's outstanding capabilities in the television +business, particularly in creating immensely popular networks." + +Kerry McCluggage, chairman of the Paramount Television Group, said, +"Paramount brought network quality to first-run syndication with STAR TREK: +THE NEXT GENERATION, STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE and THE UNTOUCHABLES. Now, +we are taking it to the next level by creating a quality network; Chris-Craft's +expertise in television station operations makes them a perfect partner in +The Paramount Network, ensuring a successful network that will maximize its +affiliate stations's value." +Evan Thompson, president of Chris-Craft Broadcasting, said, "We are +extremely pleased to join Paramount in the creation of a new national +television +network. We both believe that The Paramount Network represents the most +exciting opportunity to provide independent stations with distinctive, +original programming with which they can differrentiate themselves from other +independents and cable channels above and beyond their current slate of +off-network programs. By aligning themselves with The Paramount Network, +the affiliated stations around the country will create a valuable franchise +in their markets." +The Paramount Television Group is a leading producer of both network and +first-run programming, supplying 30-1/2 hours of programming per week to the +CBS, NBC, ABC and USA networks as well as stations across the country and +worldwide. Paramount is producing ten network series for the current season +including WINGS, FRASIER, BOB, SOUTH OF SUNSET, THE MOMMIES, JOHN AND LEEZA, +VIPER, SISTER SISTER, DUCKMAN and ITSY BITSY SPIDER. The pioneer of the +first-run syndication market, Paramount's first-run series are STAR TREK: +THE NEXT GENERATION, STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE, ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT, THE +UNTOUCHABLES, THE ARSENIO HALL SHOW, THE MAURY POVICH SHOW and HARD COPY. +The Paramount Stations Group is comprised of seven stations covering more +than 11% of all U.S. television households: the independent stations are +WTXF in Philadelphiam WDCA in Washington, D.C., KTXA in Dallas/Ft. Worth, +and KTXH in Houston; the FOX network-affiliated stations are WLFL in +Raleigh.Durham, KRRT in San Antonio and WKBD in Detroit. Paramount +Communications also has significant operations in motion pictures and home +video, cable television networks, motion picture theaterss, theme parks and +live and televised sports and entertainment events, as well as global +piblishing operations serving the educational, consumer and business, +technical and professional markets. +Chris-Craft, through its 70% owned subsidiary BHC Communications, Inc., +owns and operates an eight-station group covering approximately 20% of all +U.S. television households. BHC owns independent stations KCOP in Los +Angeles, WWOR in New York and KPTV in Portland, Oregon. BHC's 55% owned +subsidiary, United Television, Inc. owns independent stations KMSP in +Minneapolis, KBHK in San Francisco and KUTP in Phoenix, as well as ABC +affiliate KTVX in Salt Lake City and NBC affiliate KMOL in San Antonio. + +-------------------------------------------------------------------------- +If you know of any other topics that should be included in this list, feel +free to email me at one of the addresses below. Be aware that about 10% of +the mail I send out bounces, so if you don't get a reply from me, it isn't +because I'm ignoring you. :-) + +--Otto "HACK-MAN" Heuer hackman@pnet51.orb.mn.org + hackman@pnet51.orb.mn.org +========================================================================== +The end.